#just like when he's giving his proud dad speeches about johnny

[hoperays-song]

For your human au, Tell us more about Jia and how she’s described to Barry and Stan by Marcus

JIA ASK!!!!!!! ALL MY DREAMS HAVE COME TRUE!!!!!! I AM SO HAPPY!!!!!!! THANK YOU ANON THANK YOU, YOU ARE MY FAVOURITE PERSON!!!! - <3 Gooseless

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Jia was and shall always be perfection. And that's probably the most Marcus would describe her as, especially at first. Johnny legit thought his mum's name was Love for a bit growing up because that's what his dad called her constantly. However, as he got more comfortable with them, he probably started telling them more about her and it would be summed up kinda like this.

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Marcus's Description:

"Jia was amazing. The love of my life. I don't know how I lived before meeting her. She was just... my entire world. Johnny's my universe. She's my world. Fearless, almost to a fault, and even more stubborn than I am. She loved music and animals and would always be soft around the latter and kids. She loved them. I think she wanted more but having Johnny was hard enough. She was kind though, and the smartest woman I ever met. Probably the smartest person too. Like scarily so. Ji was also the biggest spit-fire of the century as well. The first time I met her, she broke my bio brother's nose for being an asshole. He deserved it. Generosity was a big thing for her too, giving back and all that. She was good, kind, loving, very devoted to things she cared about. And she was also strong, determined, ambitious, stubborn, and a bit hot-headed. She could be scary, when things went sideways and always fought for what she believed in, no matter who stood against her. But she was also the kindest soul I think I have ever met, besides our child of course. But then again, he takes after her. I loved Jia, very much, with every breath I take. I still love her even now. She was perfect."

And as a treat... Johnny's Description:

"I don't remember that much of mum. She died when I was six. So a lot of memories I have of her are cloudy but I do know I love her. A lot. And she loved me more than anything too. She was patient, teaching me to play the piano before I could even walk and never yelling even when I was being crazy as a baby. She was kind. I remember her telling me how to treat others and all about manners, showing me to bring stuff with me incase others needed it like a snack or water or a bandaid. Small things like that. In my memory, she's sort of angelic. I remember she would sing a lot. Or at least hum. And the whole flat would be full of music. Constantly. She would do funny voices when telling me stories too and when she was teasing dad with me. Mum was funny. We laughed a lot. Dad says I'm a lot like her now, so I guess there's that too. She was a good mum, the best one, and I miss her a lot."

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When asked, both Taylor boys will talk at length about Jia and what she was like. Stan and Barry know her from these stories and memories, both the sweet and gentle ones of Johnny's youth and couple-y moments with Marcus, and the much more terrifying moments of spit-fire Jia whenever someone was being a bigot or an ass. They both are a bit scared of her because of this, because they've heard what it's like to get on her bad side but also really admire her. She was a wonderful human being who loved helping others and made that a priority in her life.

#sing #sing 2 #sing oc #jia my love #IM SORRY FOR RAMBLING SO MUCH #I don't get to talk about jia enough apparently lol #to be fair she's awesome #a force to be reckoned with more than anything #anon you are my favourite #sing johnny #sing marcus #sing big daddy #sing stan #sing barry #yes marcus is scary when he wants to be #but give him the chance and this man will wax on poetically about his wife for hours #like you will not be able to escape that convo #just like when he's giving his proud dad speeches about johnny

[nevaryadl]

Jacqui and Takeda take their daughter around for her to practicing saying names [part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4]

"There she is!"

Kenshi readily kept his senses tuned, grinning in the direction of a little set of running feet as they came bounding towards him, bending down and holding out his arms to greet his granddaughter. She threw her little body at his chest, giggling as he wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her tight to his chest, grinning into her hair.

"Hello!" Kenshi laughed as he heard two much larger footsteps right behind her.

"We've been tormenting people with her," Takeda grinned at the sight of his dad hugging his baby close.

"Yeah, there may or may not be a few blubbering texters in the group chat," Kenshi grinned, lifting his granddaughter higher up his chest to hold her close as he rose to his feet. He still fondly remembered the text to speech app struggling to get out the blubbered words from people clearly undone by the cuteness and laughing and smiling fondly. "Especially Hanzo and Johnny."

"We may have been extra mean with those two," Jacqui snorted, grinning at her baby as she picked up one of the loose ends of Kenshi's blindfold and holding it in her little fist, grinning at her mom. "They got kisses and it might have broke them."

"Ah, those two could use the ribbing, isn't that right little one?" Kenshi grinned, squeezing his granddaughter.

"Grampa Ken," The little one said, moving her hand around to move the bit of red fabric between her little fingers.

"Yes I am, sweetie," Kenshi smiled while the proud parents looked on fondly.

~*~

"Well if it ain't my little sugar plum?" Jax smiled fondly as Vera eagerly bent down to scoop up their granddaughter as she came bounding for them. She was immediately kissed a bunch by her smiling grandmother, before being squeezed tightly and held, Vera turning to let Jax bend down and kiss her hair while the little one beamed happily at all the attention. "Hey baby girl... and my other baby girl."

Jacqui just eagerly bounced up and gave her dad a big ol' hug, pulling back to give him a grin before hugging her mom as much as she could without Vera handing the baby over.

"Hey kid, get over here," Jax said, beckoning Takeda over, giving him a smile as he awkwardly shuffled over before getting an arm around his shoulders and pulling him in. "Come on, I thought we were doing better."

"You gave him a grandkid, sweetie, he likes you a lot more than before," Vera chuckled, giving Takeda a playful wink before walking into the house with her grandbaby in her arms. "So... may or may not have heard a few birdies talkin' about how you've been taking people out with my grand baby's cuteness."

"Those rumors are true, baby's got a kill count already," Jacqui beamed as everyone stepped into the Briggs' farmstead. "Took Hanzo right off his feet."

"Big and tough, just like her mama," Jax beamed proudly.

"Gramma, gramma!" The little one chimed from Vera's arms, grinning when her grandma beamed quite proudly. "Grampa, grampa!"

"That's right, baby girl, smart just like her folks," Vera beamed, giving the little one a squeeze to make her giggle. "And so cute I could just eat you up."

"No, no eat!" The little one said, shrieking with laughter as her grandmother started kissing her cheeks. "Mommy!"

"Ah, alright, come here my little fighter," Jacqui chuckled, taking her daughter from her (slightly) reluctant mother and holding her close. Takeda leaned against her shoulder to smile at their daughter. "Did you have fun going around and practicing names, sweetie?"

"Yeah!"

And Jacqui and Takeda were both quite grateful and very happy to have such a loving and wonderful family to introduce their own addition to.

#mk #mortal kombat #Jacqui Briggs/Takahashi Takeda #Jacqui Briggs #Takahashi Takeda #Takahashi Kenshi #Vera Briggs #Jackson 'Jax' Briggs #long post/

[torishasupremacy]

I dont remember the early s1 timeline too well so this may not make sense but what if the moment where Robby went to reach out to Johnny but saw him with Miguel was during the speech Johnny gives to Carmen about getting Miguel back into karate after the Halloween dance? that sequence is already set up to make it look like Johnny is talking to Shannon about Robby, we could even throw in a close up or two of Robby’s expression while he talks, making the viewers think he’s in the apartment hearing this too. then when the camera reveals Carmen we see Robby standing outside behind Johnny, clearly having gone to his apartment to reach out and overhearing all this.

I think it would make his jealousy toward Miguel a lot more personal/grounded if he wasn’t seeing Johnny hug him in a parking lot outside the dojo (bc that can easily come off as a ‘teacher proud of his student’ moment), but seeing Johnny step up and reach out to a kid in the way Robby wants him to do for him, his own son. maybe he doesn’t even see Miguel here, just hears his name, so when he helps Sam go to the canyon party and she’s talking about her dad’s feud with her boyfriend’s teacher and says Miguel’s name, that’s when Robby figures out who Miguel is and sees him for the first time. idk i just think it would be a better setup to the rivalry on Robby’s end if he actually heard the full extent to which Johnny cares for Miguel instead of just a snapshot in the parking lot.

#cobra kai #Johnny Lawrence #robby keene #miguel diaz #cobra kai season 1

[nooneelsecomesclose17]

Daddy's first pride

This is probably terrible, if so I'm sorry. From the Ana'verse.

"Plain iced cupcakes with different flags or rainbow icing." Robert announced as Aaron walked in the door with Ana on his hip and Seb following, making a beeline for his toys, giving his Dad a half hearted wave, as usual too interested in playing than anything else.

"Is this a quiz or..." He sets Ana down on the floor having picked her up from Sarah. He just stares at his husband, surrounded by recipe books, tapping away on his laptop, Sara in her bouncy chair in front of him fast asleep.

"For Pride. I can't make my mind up. Which do you think would be better?"

"Can we go back to the beginning, because I feel like I've walked in halfway through the series."

"Charles came in the cafe today, he's organising Pride in the village and he asked me to get involved." Aaron hasn't seen Robert look so eager about anything for ages, not since he came out of prison and he smiles along with him. "He's asked all local businesses for sponsorship or to be involved. I'm doing refreshments and stuff."

"When is it?"

"Next month. He said he'd called at the yard but couldn't make you hear." He goes back to scrolling on his laptop. "What do you think of these?"

"Must've had the crusher going." He shakes his head and picks his way through the mess surrounding Robert before he can sit down, lifting Ana onto his lap. "I can't hear a thing with that going you know that. What am I looking at?"

"Cookies. Maybe Mum could ice them, you know, all the different flags?"

"Yeah, why not. You know I'm the wrong person to ask, all I care about is if they taste nice."

"Idiot." He leans over to kiss him, closing his laptop. "I've put tea in early because there's a meeting at the village hall at six."

"About?"

"Pride, Aaron! I'm on the committee so I have to be on time. So you'll have to do bath time and that. I'll be home before they go to bed."

"There's a committee?"

"Yes. It all has to be arranged. You can help if you want. Mum's already volunteered, and there's Matty, Ethan, Charles, Nicola and Vic, oh and your Gran." He couldn't help smiling because he'd not seen Robert this animated in ages even if he truly couldn't remember any conversation they'd had about any of this.

"I'm not one for meetings am I, but I can do heavy lifting and that." He hesitates, not wanting to dampen Robert's mood one bit.

"What?"

"Nothing, it's just...you've never really seemed interested in going to pride or 'owt." Robert looks down and he instantly feels bad. "Oi, it's not a criticism, I just wondered...you seem to be going at this hell for leather that's all. Did you want to go before or...?"

"Not really...I, nearly went once, in London. Chickened out at the last minute, worried someone from work might see me and just know which was daft I know, and when you and me got together, something always seemed to get in the way. I just thought...I know who I am now, and I'm happy. That's something to celebrate, isn't it?"

"Yeah, course. Be my first time too." He winks making Robert laugh. "Right, so, what else have you got planned?"

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"Robert!" It's only been a week and Aaron is wishing the days away so he can have his husband, and his house back. He's come home to a living room full of boxes.

"Oh, you're home. You're early."

"I thought I'd sack it off for the day and we could go to the pub for tea with the kids. I didn't expect to come home to...well this."

"Daddy look!" All of a sudden Seb emerges from behind the pile of boxes with what looks like a door curtain trailing behind him.

"Very nice mate. Robert what is all this."

"Ah...well..." Robert scratches his head as he untangles Seb from the decoration he's wrapped himelf in. "The thing is, I'm kinda in charge now."

"How come?"

"It was meant to be Andrea, although if you ask me she only agreed because she thinks it'll keep her in with Charles." Aaron nods, even though he really has no idea what he's talking about, but then Robert's always been more into village gossip than him. "Anyway she's cried off, I don't know, some kind of drama with Jamie again, and well Charles needed the help."

"And you agreed."

"He was stuck!"

Robert and Charles have struck up a kind of friendship since Robert came home, and Aaron knows that he's confided in him, stuff he doesn't want to tell Aaron, or things he needs to sort out before he does.

"Right, so basically the house is going to be a store room for the next fortnight?"

"No, I'm moving it all over to the village hall, but it needed checking, and Mum was going to help but then Ana wanted to go to the swings so she took her, and Sara."

"I'm helping!" Seb pipes up, with his head inside another box as Robert shook his head.

"Well how about you help me and Daddy move these boxes and then we can go and get some tea?"

"Chips?"

"If you get your head out of that box and stop spreading stuff everywhere then maybe."

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The next few weeks are a flurry of plans, of Robert having daily brainwaves or panics about one thing or another, and his phone is constantly lighting up with WhatsApp messages, but finally it's the evening before and he thinks Robert has calmed down. He's at one final committee meeting leaving Aaron in charge of the kids tea.

"You alright mate?" Seb's pushing his pasta around the plate rather than eating.

"Where's Daddy?"

"He's at his meeting, you know sorting things for tomorrow. He won't be long."

"What's Pride?" He says after pushing a few more bits of pasta around. He supposes he shouldn't be surprised Seb's asking, it's all they've spoken about for the last month or so after all.

"Well in some places it's like a big parade and it's full of colour and everyone's happy. Emmerdale's a bit small for a parade though ain't it, so it's just going to be like a big party with music and face paints and food and all sorts of things."

"Oh."

"What's up mate?"

"Oscar, at school, he said havin' two Daddies is weird." Aaron's never head of this Oscar, and he has to remind himself it wasn't the kids fault that he obviously hadn't been taught properly.

"Do you think it's weird?"

"No. You and Daddy both play with my trucks and take me on the swings."

"Exactly, some boys and girls have a Mummy and Daddy, like Eve, some have two Mummies like Moses and Johnny, and some like you, Ana and Sara have two Daddies. But all of you have fun, and everyone loves you, so it's not weird. Oscar maybe just doesn't understand hey?"

"But I had Mummy too." Aaron let out a breath, it'd been a good while since he'd mentioned Rebecca, other than saying goodnight to her photo every night. He wished Robert was here, he was always better at dealing with it than him.

"Yeah, well, Moses has a Daddy too doesn't he? A family can be made up of whoever, and still be the same as everyone elses. Do you understand?"

"I think so. And pride is like a party?"

"Yeah, celebrating the fact that people like me and Daddy can be together and stuff."

"But...why?"

"Because years ago we wouldn't have been allowed to get married or be together and some people still think we shouldn't."

"That's silly."

"Yes it is. Really silly."

"Can we go see Daddy?" Aaron smiles, and nods, happy that Seb's satisfied with his answer.

It's a bit of a struggle, managing the three of them, but eventually he gets Seb to push Sara in her chair, while he carries Ana, and they're heading towards the village. Suddenly Seb stops, mouth open and Aaron stops fiddling with Ana's cardigan to see what's wrong.

"Wow." Main Street is literally awash with colour and Seb's eyes are as wide as Christmas. "Look Daddy!"

"I am mate. Cool huh?" He can see Robert in the distance, with Charles and he nudges Seb to carry on walking, smile growing wider as they gets closer to his husband, seeing how happy he is.

"Daddy! Everything's pretty!" Seb all but abandons the buggy to run the last few metres to Robert who immediately picks him up and sits him on his shoulders.

"What do you think young man?" Charles asks him and Seb giggles. He likes Charles, had crazed them to be allowed to go to the after school club he'd set up in the village.

"I like the colours! Daddy said that Pride is cos he and Daddy are allowed to get married. Is that right?"

"Something like that yes. Do you remember we talked about it last week at after school club?"

"When we coloured in?"

"That's right. All of your drawings are hanging up in the church so maybe you can show your Daddies tomorrow."

"OK!"

"Come on chatterbox, let Charles get home."

"He's fine. I'll leave you to it. It looks really good Robert, you've done a great job getting everyone organised, especially last minute."

They take a slow walk home once Robert's done one last check of everything. Aaron's just happy to wait, happy to watch him. It's been a strange couple of years since he came out of prison, ups and downs along the way and he knows Robert's struggled with village events sometimes, feeling as though people are watching him, judging him. Seeing him taking such a delight in organising everything hopefully means he finally feels properly back at home.

"You ready?" Finally finished he kisses Aaron, Seb resting against his shoulder, suddenly tired. "It does look ok, right?"

"Yeah. Proper proud of you I am."

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"She's sleeping again." Aaron clicks off the light and slips into bed beside him, not getting any response from his husband. "You ok?"

"Hmm? Yeah. It's just..."

"What?"

"Charles asked me if I'd say something tomorrow."

"Ok, and...you don't want to? I'm sure he'd understand."

"No I do but...I don't know what to say."

"Just say whatever comes to mind. You don't have to make a big speech, just welcome everyone. He wouldn't have asked you if he didn't think you could."

"I just...it has to be perfect."

"Robert, it already is. Look at what you've done, the village looks amazin', and tomorrow is going to be brilliant and that's down to you."

"People helped."

"Yeah, but they wouldn't without you geeing them up. It's all set up now...you get to enjoy yourself."

"Mmm, love you, you know. I'm glad I didn't go that time in London, I'm glad my first pride is with you."

"Soppy git."

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"Right, I'm ready." He's barely set a foot on the bottom stair when Robert stops him.

"No."

"What do you mean no?"

"You are not wearing all black. I will suffer it the rest of the year, but not today."

"Why the hell not? Last I checked it was a free country and I can wear whatever I want."

"No Daddy. You has to wear colour! It's the rule." Aaron bends down to Seb who has his arms crossed, mimicking Robert.

"Oh is it? Well I heard that it's the rule to tickle little boys until they shouted me to stop!"

"No! Daddy, stop it! Daddy help me!"

"Seb's right." Aaron stops tickling his son to frown at his annoying husband. Robert's wearing a t-shirt with PRIDE emblazoned across the front in the colours of the bisexual flag and before he can ask what he considers colourful enough he's handing him a bag. "I got you this."

He glares at him a moment longer, pulling what looks like a t-shirt from the bag.

"I knew you wouldn't actually wear proper colour so I got it made up in black." The shirt has 'love wins' across the front made to look like rainbow paint splatters. "Will it do?"

"Fine." He sighs, but he's smiling.

"I, er, I also got these, for the kids." He hands him three more shirts each saying the same thing. "You like 'em?"

"Perfect. Right then, I'll get changed, you can sort them, and then finally we can go!"

Fifteen minutes they're off, Seb running ahead, while Aaron has Aaron on his shoulders, little hands clutching at his hair. Robert's behind them, stopping to adjust Sara's sunhat.

"Seb hang on mate." He stopped at the top of the drive until Robert catches him up.

"Oh my God."

Main Street was full of people, and Aaron couldn't wipe the smile from his face.

"Look what you did."

"Yeah." He sounds stunned.

In the crush, the lose each other after a little while, and it's not until he hears Charles announcing Robert's name that he knows where he is. Making his way to the stage that's been set up next to the church he stands to one side with Sara's pushchair, Ana still on his shoulders. He can see Seb at the side of the stage with Vic so he's happy to stay where he is.

"Um...I don't quite know what to say. When Charles talked about this, I don't think any of us expected quite so many people. Er, it took me a long time to accept who I was, that, um, that I'm bisexual, that it's ok...Fifteen years actually, and now I'm married to the most wonderful man in the world and we've got three kids, and I'm happy. It's been a hell of a journey but I'm truly happy. Anyway I guess what I'm trying to say is that it's ok to not know, to take your time, to go at your own speed...so, have a wonderful day everyone!"

Aaron can barely hear himself think at the cheer, the whistle as Robert steps off the stage, picking Seb up and kissing him as he goes.

It takes a while but eventually they find each other and he sees that Seb had convinced his Daddy to let him get his face painted, cheeks perfectly matching his t-shirt that proclaims 'my daddies love me' with both a pride flag and bisexual flag.

"Was it ok?" Robert asks as Aaron moves Ana so she's standing with Seb, holding onto his hand.

"Did you hear them? It was perfect." He kisses him before hugging him tight. "Love you so much."

"Love you too."

"Daddy I'm hungry! Can we get a cookie from Ganma now?"

He laughs into Robert's neck as the moment's broken. It didn't matter, the whole day has been perfect from start to finish.

#ok so i'm really nervous about this #robron fic #but i couldn't have aaron at pride with ben #it had to be robert #also all black...no #also no andrea #anyway enjoy #and if it's terrible i apologise #ana'verse #i also love the idea of robert and charles being friends #robert needs that person he can go to with his troubles when he doesn't want to burden aaron

[alreadyblondenow]

Just this one time | 2

Mark Lee x reader // SMUT, SMUT, fluff, angst

Themes: cheating! au, ex? fwb? au

Word count: 3k

Summary: The first time was a mistake, but the second time was a decision and you loved him so much.

Warnings: smut, mentions of other idols, swearing, CHEATING (please don’t cheat in real life), unprotected sex, rough sex, mentions of alcohol, getting drunk, 

A/N: requested! Just because I feel like ending it with a good note haha This is for the anon that requested it and also @shaalk​ I wrote this as a rest to all the gore that I’m writing for 127 House haha. Enjoy! 

“What is love for you?”

The big question hangs in the fourth-grade classroom for a parent-student Valentine’s day special. Since you’re busy at work for the past few weeks, Mark is the one left to help your son Mingyu for the speech that he has to deliver.

Your son is standing in front, clearing his throat, and getting ready for the speech. “Good afternoon everyone, I’m Lee Mingyu and this is love for me” everyone including you and Mark applauded as he begins his speech, “Many years ago my dad, Mark Lee crashed my mother’s engagement…”

“Did you seriously told him that story?” You whisper to Mark, pinching his thigh.

“Shh. Here’s the best part” your husband shushed you.

“...Ever since that day, their love grew so much and there’s nothing that could separate them again....Then they had me, and we all lived happily ever after” tears form in the corner of your eye, as you hear your son believe in the love that you and Mark share. “...My parents made me believe in love, because I see it every day, and they make me feel loved every day. And that is the meaning of true love for me. Thank you”

After the event, the three of you walked downtown to get some ice cream and eat pizza then head over to Mark’s parents to drop off Mingyu. It’s Valentine’s day, so you and Mark will have some alone time in a hotel that he booked, have a romantic dinner, and drink wine until you’re both drunk. “Mom, is that true? You chose dad?” he asked out of nowhere.

“Yes. It’s uh- Baby, I’ll tell you when you get a little older I promise”

As your son ran to his grandparents for a hug, you scoffed jokingly to Mark. “You’re unbelievable. You know that?”

“What? Winning you fair and square was my pride and joy” he kissed your forehead and went to say hi to his parents too.

A lot has happened before you and Mark can live peacefully like this. Years ago your relationship with Mark was nothing but chaos, you treat it as a mistake, but eventually, you realized it's him you love the most.

TEN YEARS AGO

It’s new years ever and everyone is back in town. You’re a graduating senior this coming summer and your family couldn’t be more proud of you. They have been telling every person in this party that you will graduate will flying colors in a couple of months.

Since it’s new years eve, everyone including your ‘kind of’ boyfriend Johnny is invited to this get together. It’s been five months since you two decided to have a break from your relationship and honestly speaking, you want to end it officially but there''s so much history in the relationship that you couldn’t just throw away. So you wait. And hope that you still learn to love Johnny.  

The snow is thick outside and it’s freezing but you don’t mind. You were shivering from where you’re seated but you would rather be alone in this cold and quiet space than join the party and be exhausted. Five minutes before the great countdown, you decided to stay out here and watch the fireworks closely than watching it from a window inside. You feel someone put a jacket on your shoulder, thanking the person while you heat up yourself. And as you turn your head to the side to see who it was, lo and behold...

It was Mark.

He has a bottle of beer in his hand and an awkward smile, scratching his nape and avoiding your eyes.

“The last time I saw you, you have pink hair” that's the first thing that came out of your mouth. Now he has jet black hair, and still handsome as ever. It’s been almost three years since he left without saying goodbye. Three years since you two cheated behind Johnny’s back.

10, 9, 8...

“How are you?” he broke the silence.

7, 6, 5...

“Great. You?” you smiled sweetly hoping that he would stop being so awkward towards you.

4, 3, 2...

“I missed you”

He kissed you on the lips, right on time when the clock strikes twelve, just in time for the fireworks to make it even more special. Oh, you miss those lips. It tastes like beer for now, but the way he kisses you is still the same. Both of his hand holds your face steady, cupping your face as he kisses you for the first time again.

“I missed you too” you whispered in between kissing. He noticed that your voice is shaky, maybe you’re really cold already. So he wrapped his arms around you, share his warmth, and kiss some more to make up for lost time. Finally, kissing Mark didn’t feel so wrong.

He was still confident and bold as ever, still the Mark that you liked back then the only difference now is his black hair. Still cute and handsome at the same time for your eyes. To enjoy your little world together, he brought you to his home while his parents are still at the party, enjoying bingo with the other parents. He lit the fireplace to keep you warm and got some snacks from the kitchen. Mostly it was Christmas cookies, leftovers from baking too much he says.

It was comfortable and warm on the floor but you were still shivering. He was leaning his back on the lower side of the couch and invited you to sit between his legs so he could help you warm up. Your back leans comfortably on his chest, wrapping his arms around you and keeping you closer to him. He was whispering how he missed you so much, his breath softly brushes the shell of your ear making you shiver and giggle. “I celebrate alone during your birthday, drinking, hugging my pillow and pretend that it was you” he whispers, you turn your head just enough to see his handsome face, reach for his glasses, and removed it. His glasses are kept safe on the coffee table, and you return to look at him and plant a kiss on those soft lips. You felt love. But it’s too early to say that.

“Every time I have sex to forget you, I still see your face” it was a confession that makes him shy as he situates you on his lap, sending you a message that he misses your whole being. Both of your legs are on each side of his strong thighs, hips grinding and rolling on his growing crotch. Watching the man in front of you loses his mind with what you’re doing to him. He was hard already. He undid his pants as quickly as he can and released his hard cock, you tease the tip with your hand as you watch Mark roll his head back and release soft moans and whimpers that you miss hearing.  

Foreplay was not needed or maybe you do, but you don’t care. You lift your skirt and Mark pull your damped panties to the side and you line his cock in your entrance. Teasing the tip of his cock even more by grinding your raw pussy on him, he smiles weakly and tilted his head, watching you have your fun and making you both moan softly. When you finally pushed it in, you took over and ordered the man beneath you to relax, and he did. He smiles weakly with half-lidded eyes, putting his hand on your waist. Seeing you grind on top of him like this made him feel accomplished. You were always worth the wait. It was pure happiness for Mark, he swears to himself that he will never ruin this again.

“Kiss me” he was about to cum, you know because he always wants to touch lips while he cums. It was your thing. He kisses you deeply while he shoots his thick cum inside you. Sex never felt so good again he thought. Mark kissed you down until you reach the floor removing his soft cock inside you and proceeds to undress you leaving you with nothing, bare and exposed for him. He removed his pants and boxers briefs, and you sat up and helped him with your shirt kissing his sexy body as he kneels in front of you.

“No more rush sex,” he said, kissing you again.  

You have never had slow and intimate sex with Mark. For the first time, he was slow. He took his time kissing your lips, down to your neck, lick and suck your boobs until you were whimpering and ready to cum undone and proceeds to kiss your lower abdomen. With no questions asked or teasing, his tongue licks up and down your wet slit. Legs almost crushed Mark’s head because of sensitivity but he doesn’t care. He reaches for your hand so you could grip it until you have the confidence to grind on Mark’s tongue like you used to and moan with a high pitch tone and enjoy your first orgasm for the night.

He spreads your legs while you were busy catching your breath. Putting both of his hands on the sides of your head, watching you beneath him. He looks handsome with the orange light from the fire, it hits his face perfectly. Mark smiled sweetly on top of you, “ready?” he asked while pumping his cock, you nod your head yes. He lines his head in your very wet entrance and smoothly pushing inside his whole length, he came close to you teasing your lips with his tongue. It was a lustful moment and you didn’t want to end it so soon.

“Do you do this to your pillow?” You joked. Short breaths from what he’s doing to you, head turning side to side, nipples hard and fucking sensitive because Mark won’t stop pinching it.

“You bet” he smirked and thrust a little harder, giving you a taste of what’s he’s going to do next. There’s the Mark you know. Even if he’s thrust became hard and piercing that skin slaps so hard it surrounds the room, it was still not rushed. There was time to enjoy the feeling or laugh in between. He cums on your stomach pumping his cock, and kissing you sweetly as always.

“I’ll clean you up” before he left to go to his room, he covered you with his jacket and left a soft kiss on your forehead.

You’re now wearing a clean shirt and sweatpants from Mark. And he made you hot chocolate with small marshmallows in it so you will stay warm. For the rest of the night, you and Mark talked and catch up in the middle of their kitchen. Laughing loudly and talking about anything that comes into your head. Moments like this don't just happen between you and Johnny and you don’t know how you managed to be with him for years and years without feeling this kind of connection that you and Mark have.

“I never had a girlfriend. Those years, no” he took a sip on his beer, shy to tell you that he has been waiting for you all along.

“The girls are missing. They wasted this hot body” you both chuckled and he swings an arm around you.

“Well, this hot body is yours” he kissed your forehead drank his beer in one down, and turned towards the sink. You hugged him from behind, letting him do what he has to do while you smell him and make yourself comfortable as you wait.

“You sure you don’t want to stay over? I can keep you warm all night and I’m not talking about sex”

It was a tempting offer, “Some other time. I have to help my parents clean up the mess from the party”

“Oh right” leaning on the sink with his hand inside his pocket while his other hand is intertwined with yours. It was obvious that he wanted to spend some more time with you before he went away again.

“When are you going back?” you asked with a flirty tone. He smiled and started kissing you again, hands on your face, keeping it steady for his liking. “Two weeks” he answers. And before you come home that night, you kissed some more in their quiet kitchen not wanting to leave just yet.

For two weeks, you and Mark spend time with each other. Watching horror movies while holding hands tightly, listen to him serenade you whenever you’re in his room, have rough or vanilla sex whenever you two feel like it, and make out in his car for some time in front of your house before you leave him and see him the next day again. You two were so in love, but not quite together just yet.

On his last night in town, he made sure that you’re not going to be sad or feel lonely. “Three months will fly,” he says, keeping your body close to him, hugging you like you’re one of his pillows.

After Mark left, Johnny decided to be in your life again. It made you confuse. You don’t love him anymore, that’s pretty clear. But you don’t know why it’s hard to let go of the things you have with Johnny, is it because you’re used to the relationship that you share? You’re used to faking it in front of everyone?

You and Johnny were back to being ‘lovers’.

And this time, it’s you who’s cheating on Mark. It felt horrible. Back then, when you were the one who’s cheating on Johnny, you remember letting Mark getting the best of you felt like you were winning and free. Even though you know that Johnny loved and still loves you, you don’t feel happy anymore. You realized, that you love Mark. So much.

Johnny wasn’t satisfied with being present in your life, he really pushed you to your limits. You found out that your boyfriend asked for your parents' blessing because he’s going to propose after graduation. You knew because your mother was so excited about you getting married that she couldn’t keep her mouth shut.

And he did propose. Not after graduation, but before graduation. He just couldn’t wait. The pressure from your family plus his family made you say ‘yes’ coldly, everyone celebrated. Except you.

You carry this burden until you graduate and until Mark comes back. Guilt was taking over you when you finally saw his handsome face again, welcoming him at the airport. But seeing Mark and feeling his presence again made you forget for even a second that you have a fiance, and sooner or later you have to tell him the truth.

“I’m having a party tonight. Everyone is back home, it’s really great. Haechan landed yesterday, Jaehyun came home last night. It’s perfect” he says excitedly to you, fidgeting on his phone texting everyone in one hand while his other is intertwined with yours. A party with everyone else means Johnny is going to be invited, and there's a big chance that Johnny will brag about your secret engagement. Fuck, you murmured.

During the party, you didn’t wear the ring and you made sure to keep Mark away from Johnny as long as possible. Good thing Mark was horny and ready to abandon his own party just to have sex with you. Even though you’re not in the mood for sex, Mark put you in the zone.

“I love you” it was not how you wanted it to happen but it’s true. He smiled sweetly to you and fucked you more. “I love you too” You were fucking on his study table, fully clothed but both a moaning mess when Haechan suddenly barged in with wide eyes.

You don’t know what’s up with Mark but he didn’t stop fucking you. It was so awkward that Haechan was still there, Johnny can’t know. “I didn’t know that you guys were together,” Haechan said, avoiding to look at what's happening.

“No we're not together,” you said trying to push Mark and Haechan left without saying a word. Mark knew that look, and he knew better. He called Haechan again and walked out of his room. He told Haechan not to tell Johnny what he saw, and of course, his best friend got his back.

Mark went back inside to you, mad. But also hurt. He can’t believe it’s happening again.

“When I went away, the guilt that I fucked my friend’s girlfriend stayed. I was guilty for so long and I never wanted it to happen again, that’s why I waited for you guys to break up! Just so I can do the right thing! Damn Y/n make up your mind! ” his shouts made you cry and weak. There's a lot to tell him but what’s happening right now is too much. You didn’t have a choice but to say sorry and leave.

You made sure that Johnny can’t see you leaving so used Mark’s backdoor and went home straight. Later that night, Johnny was shouting and yelling about his engagement to you. Mark and Haechan was shocked to the core. You were right, Johnny will brag.

It was a heartbreaking moment for you. Letting go of the person you love for the person you have to love. You stayed in bed for a whole day, not eating or drinking. Just letting the day pass by until you feel better. When you finally had the will to check your phone, there were a bunch of messages from Mark that may be full of anger or hate. You didn’t even think about opening it. Not a chance.

Wedding preparations made you get up in bed, you have no choice. Johnny’s mom and your mom, joined forces to help you decide for this wedding. Seeing yourself wear a wedding gown just makes you tear up in front of everyone. They were all completely clueless about the pain that you’re carrying, they thought it’s tears of joy. It’s not.

The wedding is still months away but you doubt that what you feel towards Johnny will change and go back to how it used to be. Sure, you loved the man. Loved. In the past tense. You just don’t want to disappoint anyone from now on.

One fine evening, after having a hot shower, you decided to read some of Mark’s hate messages and make yourself guilty even more. Maybe knowing that Mark hates you will make you feel somehow alive about this wedding.

But they were not hate messages. It was a bunch of messages, full of love and confession. Begging you not to marry someone you don’t love and be with him instead.

‘Don’t marry him, please’

‘Let’s make this right, I’m sorry’

‘I can marry you too’

TEN YEARS LATER

You jumped to the big hotel bed leaving your husband with the heavy bags. Seeing you so relaxed and not working your ass off is a relief to him. You saw him crossing his arms and leaning on the wall so handsomely, as always. Fate was on your side, thankfully. Over the years, you and Mark loved each other without limits. No more hiding.

He pours two glass of wine, remembering the first time you had sex during your birthday. “Here, happy Valentine’s day” he kissed you on the lips before you take a sip and made a mess again. He laughed and laughed and laughed at your clumsiness.

“The first time this happened, you can’t get enough of me” you scoffed and removed your dress shirt exposing yourself in front of your husband.

“And nothings change since that day, I love you”

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Teach me something 4

I’m sad Calgary went home but at least the Blues did, too. 

ANYWAY here’s the last part of Teach me something (unless I think of something else to write about), and let me tell you, this is s o f t Matthew (in my opinion)

The song at the end is called Fathers and Sons from Working: the musical

I hope you like it!

Read the other parts:  part 1// part 2 // part 3 _______________________

“One last thing before the bell this is going to be really quick so I need everyone’s eyes on me,” you spit out in one breath, “I posted the homework problems online on Hess’s Law and those are due next class so please make sure you do them!” You managed to get everyone out, praying that all your students actually listened to what you said. 

Making a mental note to send out an email to the class, your students rush out the door and on their way to lunch. Trying to set up quickly before you had your next class, you hear, “Hey, mom?” coming from behind you. Your son, Oliver, is standing in the doorway, a worried look on his face. 

“Hi, Ollie. Do me a favor, get out the hot plates from under these cabinets and put two on each bench, ok?” He puts his bag down by your desk, bending down to help you out with what you need. 

“Mom?” he asks again.

“Ollie.”

  “Does Dad know what we’re going to tonight?” 

“Well, that depends. Did you tell your father?” 

“No. I thought you did.”

“Oliver, I told you. You were the one who wanted to do this, and you asked me not to tell Dad, so I kept my word. If you want to tell him before we leave tonight, then that’s up to you.” You look over at your son, just standing there in staring at a hot plate. His curly hair just like Matthew’s, the same eye shape, but your eye color, built like his father, but not as much of a pest. 

“What if he doesn’t like that I’m doing this because it isn’t hockey related?” 

You let out a little chuckle at how nervous your son was. You couldn’t help it. “Your father wants nothing more than for you to be happy. He doesn’t care what you do to get there. If you want to tell him before we leave, then that’s up to you, just know that I’m driving either way and we have to pick up Tessa from her swim practice so she’s going to smell like chlorine.”

“Mom, he’s going to think it’s dumb!” Oliver whines, sitting down on one of the stools.

“If he says it is then you tell him it’s dumb that his mouthguard was never in his mouth when he played. How your father even still has teeth is beyond me,” you say, sitting down next to your son with your lunch. If he was going to talk during your lunch period, he might as well eat with you.

“Mom!” he whines again, getting his own lunch out. 

You stare at your son as you chew on the sandwich Matthew had made for you the night before. You couldn’t believe your baby boy was a freshman in high school already, let alone worrying about what his dad would think of tonight. “Is this something that you’re proud of?” 

“Yeah,” he says, staring at his own sandwich.

“Then, bub, your father is going to be happy. Dad doesn’t care how you get there,” you tell him, ruffling his hair, “As long as it doesn’t end up with you in jail.” 

He laughs, swatting your hand away from his hair. “I just hope I don’t mess up.” 

“I won’t care if you do,” you shrug.

“And you already have your tickets?” 

“Ten seconds after they went on sale I got three of them.”

“And Aunt Rory will be there?” 

“Aunt Rory will be there with Uncle Logan.”

“What about Uncle Johnny?” he asks, talking about his godfather, Matthew’s old teammate.

“Everyone who you asked to be there will be there. And if they aren’t then I will personally drag them by the ear for another night and make them pay for my ticket.” He laughs, thinking you’re joking. When he realizes you’re not, his eyes go wide.

“And none of them have told Dad?” 

You can’t help but laugh at his worry. Even he has to know it’s just nervousness for tonight. “I told everyone that if they told your father then we would no longer associate ourselves with them.” 

“Mom! Isn’t Aunt Rory Tessa’s godmother?” 

“Yeah, and Uncle Johnny is your godfather, what’s your point?”

“Can you do that?”

“I can and I will if someone disappoints my son. Don’t think your father wouldn’t do the same. But you gotta get going! The bell’s going to ring and you have French on the other side of the school,” you tell him, trying to ruffle his hair again.

  “I’ll see you tonight?” 

“Bye, bub,” you say, kissing his head before he runs out the door.

The rest of the school day goes by with every free minute having your mind occupying by Oliver’s worry over Matthew’s opinion. It’s not like Oliver was giving up hockey for this; he was doing it in addition. Plus, if Oliver wanted to stop hockey and do this with his life, you were going to support him, whether Matthew liked it or not. 

You get home before Matthew, patiently waiting until you had to go get Tessa from her swim practice, making dinner for the two of you, putting some aside for your daughter to scarf down while you were in the car. “Babe, I’m home!” Matthew calls right as you finish the food.

“Good timing!” you say as he kisses you hello, taking off his suit jacket. Now that he was a retired player, the Flames had him doing things in the front office. What exactly he did, you weren’t sure, but frankly, you were too scared to ask at this point. “We have to hurry up: Tessa is done with practice in half an hour and then we have to get over to the high school for Oliver.” 

“Is Oliver’s practice bag still in your car?” Matthew asks, sitting down with you to eat your first dinner alone in what was probably months. You look at him, pretending to think if it was. He probably thought that Oliver had a game tonight. “Ollie brought it to school with him today, I think.” 

Matthew just shrugs, seeing to buy it. The two of you eat a fast dinner, remembering to grab food for Tessa. Oliver had said they were having pizza tonight together, so you didn’t need to worry about him. You just to worry about Matthew.

The two of you run out of the door on your way to get Tessa, Matthew grabbing one of his old Flames jackets on the way out. He loved seeing his son playing hockey, it took him back to the time when he did, just like his dad used to watch him and Brady. You felt bad lying about Oliver having a game since he loved going to them so much, but this was Oliver’s secret that he wanted you to keep. 

Driving to the pool where Tessa had swim practice, Matthew couldn’t stop talking about something that was going on with the team. You tried to pay attention, but just like when you were talking to him about science, you had no clue what the other was saying. You filled it his breaks in speech with “That’s nice, honey,” and “Oh, interesting.” He knew you didn’t understand anything, but you let him talk anyway because it made him happy. 

“Hi, mom, hi dad,” Tessa says, bouncing into the car. Matthew hands her the food you made for her, not saying anything as she snatches it and starts diving in.

  “So how’s my little barracuda?” Matthew asks her, prompting an eye roll from his daughter.

“Dad, I told you, we’re just barracudas. We’re not little anymore, we’re 11.” 

“Yeah, no, not how this works,” Matthew says, “You’re my little girl until I die.” You can’t help but smile as Tessa groans, knowing how much Matthew loves your children. Oliver really didn’t have anything to worry about.

“Don’t be a pest, please, you aren’t on the ice,” you tease as you pull into the high school. 

“Are we picking up Oliver from here? I thought he was getting a ride from the rink?” How your husband thought anything is beyond you, but that wasn’t the issue right now. Tessa was doing everything she can not to burst out laughing at Matthew’s naivety. 

“No, we’re going in,” you say, getting out of the car. 

“Why?” 

“Babe, please, just trust me,” you say, dragging him into the school. 

“Why are we going in this way? The rink isn’t here.” Matthew whines, Tessa stifling a laugh. You were getting there just in time that you could sneak in as the doors were about to close, you may or may not have convinced a student into keeping the door open until you showed up. 

“Shush.” 

You find your seats, Rory, Logan, and Johnny all already there. 

“What are we doing here? What are you guys doing here?” All of you but Matthew knew what was about to happen, the other three just smiling and shrugging. “Y/N, aren’t we going to miss puck drop?”

You try your hardest not to laugh as the director steps out on stage to introduce what was about to happen, “Don’t worry, we won’t miss anything.”

“Hello and welcome to opening night of our show this year: Stephen Schwartz’s Working.” The audience starts to clap, Matthew looking more confused than anything. “We have a really great show tonight, including some freshman talent that we look forward to having for the next four years, our seniors that will be leaving us, and everyone else in between!” She goes on to say a little more, Matthew completely confused as to why you were there and not Oliver’s nonexistent hockey game. The show is short enough for there to be no intermission, which means that Matthew had no time to ask questions until after the show. 

Most of the show goes by, Matthew anxiously checking his watch for the puck drop that wasn’t going to happen. 

After about an hour, Oliver walks out on stage for the first time. You hear Matthew suck in his breath as he takes your hand in his. You look over at him, a smile on his face bigger than one you had ever seen, and Oliver hadn’t even done anything yet. He had no idea Oliver was in this, nor did he know what was about to happen. You rest your head on Matthew’s shoulder, Oliver swinging a guitar from his back to his front, you not even noticing he had it there in the first place. Neither of you knew if Oliver could even play guitar.

He starts strumming, goosebumps covering your skin as you get lost in the melody of the somber song he’s about to sing. Matthew could barely keep it together as his son started singing. “I hear a lotta songs say ‘where you goin’ my son?’ Now I know they’re true. Boy, you never stop to think how fast the years run, now they’re taking you.”

Listening to the song, Matthew thinks about the day Oliver was born. Fourteen years ago felt like yesterday, you sitting there in the hospital beaming down, Matthew remembering his heart stopping as soon as he held son, tears welling into his eyes, Oliver’s little hands reaching out to touch Matthew, opening his eyes and yawning immediately after; Matthew thinking that everything in that hospital room was all he could ever love, until Tessa came along, too. 

“I remember you was three ‘n’ a half, your ma and me, we’d sit there after things got quieted. We’d laugh at some new word you said, how tough you were to get to bed, and we’d plan the night away. Planning for your kid”

Those few nights when three-year-old Oliver and baby Tessa fell asleep at night at the same time, you and Matthew sitting on the couch, watching TV. You were so tired, the school year just getting into the swing of things, the hockey season about to pick up, after Oliver had that nasty fall that sent him to the hospital. He remembers you talking about an excited Oliver got seeing his daddy on TV, baby Tessa squealing as she copied her brother’s noises. Matthew sat there, listening to you, thinking about how he could never have pictured a better life.

“I was your hero then. I couldn’t do no wrong as far as you were concerned. You thought I was the best of men. The tables hadn’t turned, you hadn’t learned how little time it takes. And daddies make mistakes.” 

Matthew felt a tear escape from his eye, not even realizing that he felt so emotional over the song. He didn’t know if it was the fact that the song was about a father seeing his son grow up before his eyes, or that it was his own son sitting there singing. He knew Oliver didn’t have a perfect picture of his dad; hell, he watched his dad get in fights nearly ever game, probably knew every swear word that existed by the time he was seven. Matthew was the reason Oliver ended up in the hospital for the first time when he was three, all the other times after he had started playing hockey because Matthew did, and so did his dad. 

Oliver keeps singing, every line taking Matthew to another place in his own childhood or his life as a husband and a father. When he was younger, he thought his greatest accomplishments would be as a hockey player, but damn, he was wrong. It was this, right here. It was Oliver, Tessa, you, the life after hockey and the life inside your home. 

You hear Matthew sniffle, feeling him move a little. You look up at him, wiping a tear that had fallen down his cheek. You can’t help but smile, thinking of how happy Oliver will be that his father actually is proud of him. You sit up and kiss him on the cheek, setting back down on his shoulder as Oliver enters into a monologue, still strumming along on the guitar. 

“This may sound square, but my kid is my imprint, you know what I mean? This is why I work. Every time I see a smart young guy walkin’ by dressed real sharp, I’m lookin’ at my kid. You know what I want? I want my kid to tell me he’s not going to be like me. I want him to look at me and say, “Dad, you’re a nice guy, but you’re a freakin’ dummy.” Hell, yes. If you can’t improve yourself, you improve your posterity. Otherwise, life isn’t worth nothin’.”  Matthew doesn’t hear the rest of the song. He could previously count the number of times on one hand when he’s cried the way he was now: the night he proposed to you and you saying yes, both times you told him you were pregnant, and the first time he held Oliver and Tessa. He’s trying his hardest not to make any noise. He did not need anyone looking at him sobbing like a child while his kid is putting on a performance like this. 

He glances at Rory and Logan, both of them beaming at the stage like he was their own son; Johnny looking completely lost, but he knows that he’s proud of his godson, too. 

“Now it seems I always knew, why I do the things I do and the things I never did. Why I work my whole damn life: so’s I could give a better life than the one my dad could give me/ I give it to my kid.” Oliver stops strumming, everyone bursting out in applause. You and Matthew were probably the loudest ones cheering, not caring if you caused a scene for your own child. Tessa was trying to shrink into her seat out of embarrassment while the two of you were the only ones standing up and screaming. Oliver tried not to break character; trying to keep the straight face once he heard his parents voices, his dad’s voice, as the rest of the cast came out for the finale. “You think about a piece of work. Even, let’s say, Michelangelo’s Sistine Chapel. This beautiful work of art. But what if he had to create the Sistine Chapel a thousand times a year? Don’t you think that would dull even Michelangelo’s mind?”

Matthew couldn’t stop smiling: Oliver and Tessa were yours and his Sistine Chapels. He couldn’t think of anything better than what he had. Honestly, he wants Oliver to have a better life than he had, like the song says, but he doesn’t think that’s really possible. He doesn’t think anything could top what he has. 

 The song after Oliver’s is the last one, everyone leaving the stage and coming back out for bows. Oliver is one of the last people out. Matthew has no idea, but you know that it means he’s one of the most important people in the cast. Regardless, everyone you were with; Tessa, Rory, Logan, Johnny, all of you couldn’t help but jump up when Oliver came out to bow. You could see the red form on his cheeks through the makeup. He looked like he was looking for you in the crowd, even though he wouldn’t be able to see you with the light shining in his face. 

 Everyone starts to file out of the auditorium, Matthew just sitting there like he’s unable to move.

“Are you mad we didn’t tell you?” you ask, the rest of your group standing around you. “He thought you wouldn’t like that it wasn’t hockey and got nervous.”

“I wish he would have told me,” Matthew says. “I’m not mad.

“You just have to tell him that.”

You all get up to go meet Oliver out in the lobby of the auditorium. You see him standing there with someone else in the show. “Oliver you were amazing!” you gush, definitely embarrassing him in front of his friend as you hug him. Johnny and Rory praise his performance, Matthew standing back while Tessa even compliments him. 

Oliver looks at his father, nervous as his dad stands behind you. You push Matthew towards his son. He’s obviously a little hurt about Oliver not wanting to tell him, but he’ll get over it. “Are you mad?” Oliver asks.

“Mad? Of course,” Matthew stops. You can’t help but smile at the way he was teasing your son, even though Oliver looked genuinely afraid, “I’m not.” 

You hear Oliver release the breath he was holding as Matthew takes him in for a hug. “Fuck, I couldn’t be more proud of you.” 

“Matthew! Language!” you scold. 

“He plays hockey, it’s nothing new,” he shrugs. “But, bud, why didn’t you want me to know about this?”

“It wasn’t hockey so I didn’t think you would enjoy it as much. You always say hockey is something we share and that’s what you love about it,” he says, not looking at his dad. You could tell Matthew’s heart was breaking a little bit over that.

 “Oh, come on. I loved it because it made you happy.” Oliver looks up at him. “That’s all I care about.”

“Told you,” you say, shrugging, knowing that Oliver would hate to get overly sentimental.

“Mom!” Oliver says, Matthew just laughing.

“But tell me more about this show. I really only paid attention when you were on stage,” Matthew says, running his hand through his hair. 

“It’s a musical from, like, the 70s, or something,” Oliver starts to stay.

“Yeah, I was in it when I was a senior in high school. I was the teacher,” you cut in.

“That’s right, you would have been in high school when this came out.”

You and Matthew both look at Oliver, who seems to really believe the statement he just put out there, “How old do you think we are?” you ask, dumbfounded.

“Your grandparents were born in the 70s. We were born in the late 90s,” Matthew says, his voice getting a little higher out of frustration.

Rory, Logan and Johnny are standing with you, laughing at the fact that your children think you’re twenty years older than you actually are. “Hey, Johnny, Rory, the kids know you’re both older than us,” you point out, Oliver and Tessa nodding in agreement, their laughter stopping as they realize the kids probably think they were born in the 60s or something. 

“Your father has no concept of science, you two have no concept of math or time, oh my god, I’ve failed as a teacher,” you start to mumble, Matthew still having a minor freakout over his children’s opinions on your age.

“Shit, we’re all old,” Matthew lets out.

“At least we’re going to be getting older together,” you say, this time trying to embarrass your kids. Matthew pulls you in for a kiss, Tessa and Oliver groaning over your PDA.

“Ah, you have a lifetime of this, kids,” Matthew says, kissing you again as you leave to go home. 

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[wild-aloof-rebel]

Do you have any David and Patrick wedding reception/after party/wedding night headcanons?

absolutely! here are nine…

i.

even though the rest of the catering is delicious, david still misses the pizza that should have been, insisting that his carefully crafted menu is incomplete without it. halfway through the night, a dozen of elm county’s finest pizzas mysteriously appear, and though it isn’t fresh-baked the way it would have been had everything gone to plan, it’s salty and cheesy and hot and precisely what everyone needs to keep the night going. no one takes credit for ordering it, but patrick suspects that roland and jocelyn’s sudden absence during the cake cutting may have been for more wholesome reasons than he and david had assumed.

ii.

the cake is a traditional white almond sponge, but there’s a cherry filling and a thin layer of matcha buttercream in the middle that perfectly balance out the sweetness with bright and earthy notes. david had made patrick promise that he wouldn’t smash cake in his face, and he holds true to that vow, feeding him a careful bite from his own fork and relishing the way his eyes close and the corners of his lips quirk up, the same as they had the day they’d first sampled it at the bakery in elm glen, tipsy on free champagne and each other. but as soon as all the eyes in the room turn away from them and back to their own plates, patrick dips his finger into the icing and dabs a single dot of it to the corner of david’s affronted mouth just to have the excuse to lick it off of him.

iii.

there are too many toasts for david’s taste, which is to say any at all, the spotlight of stories and well-wishes making him wriggle in his seat, patrick’s hand squeezing gently at his thigh every time his leg begins to bounce. johnny, despite david’s worries, gets through his brief words without a single tear, just a huge, proud smile that doesn’t seem to leave his face all night. clint, on the other hand, tears up as soon as he starts, leaving marcy to swap his champagne flute with a tissue from her handbag. stevie, traitor that she is, opts to give her speech responsibilities over to alexis, and david braces himself for whatever horror story from their past she’s about to unleash. but instead of the past, she talks about the here and now, about the ease of david’s laughter and the quickness of his smiles, about the way patrick looks at him when he isn’t watching, about getting back a brother she hadn’t realized she’d lost and gaining another she hadn’t known she’d wanted, about how the walls we build around ourselves aren’t what protect us but love and friendship and family and trust are, about all the ways that letting others in only makes us more ourselves in the end. her charm and endless warmth invite everyone in to the story, make them a part of it, and there isn’t a dry eye in the room by the time she finally raises a glass, not only to david and patrick but also to this little town that brought them together–all of them–and gave them happiness they hadn’t known was possible.

iv.

patrick tears up watching david dance with marcy, his husband taking advantage of his height to spin her under his arm, her buoyant, carefree laughter floating out over the sounds of “brown eyed girl.” impossibly, he sometimes thinks she might love david even more than he does, and while he’s so glad that everything has worked out the way it should, there’s still a part of him that knows he could have missed this, that he could have let her miss this, not just the joy of dancing with david, which on its own is a beautiful thing, but the certainty of knowing that patrick is living this happy, comfortable life of his own choosing. they’ve talked a lot since his birthday, and he knows that all she and his dad have ever wanted is for him to be happy. there’s guilt and sorrow that twist in his gut like knives when he thinks about how close he came to denying them that, to denying himself that, and he still isn’t sure some days how he managed to walk away from that life and straight into this one he hadn’t even known he’d wanted instead. he honestly suspects some kind of divine intervention; it’s the only way to explain the miracle that is his husband, holding out a hand to him from the far side of the room, inviting him in once again to this world of joy and laughter and light that he gets the privilege of sharing with him every single day.

v.

moira wears 4 different outfits throughout the night, and david can only roll his eyes fondly at each costume change. in addition to the white alexander mcqueen dress she wears for the ceremony, she slips into a black stella mccartney gown before the start of the reception, the fabric split at the shoulders to reveal sleeves made of the same delicate crystal-adorned mesh that’s stretched across her shoulders. at the end of the night when it’s time to retire to the motel, she says her final goodbyes in a gareth pugh striped pantsuit that reminds david so much of her pajamas he briefly wonders if she might actually sleep in it. but his favorite by far is the ethereally structured iris van herpen she dons after dinner and toasts and cake, the dress flowing around her in elegant waves as his father spins her across the dance floor, art come to life, all the sharp, swift lines of her blurring into something–someone–softer and subtler and more at ease than he ever thought she could be in this place.

vi.

after a dance with stevie, patrick spies his husband tucked into the far corner of the room, his nose buried in his phone. david startles when patrick’s hands slip around his waist from behind, but the surprise of it passes quickly and he relaxes back in patrick’s grasp, comfortable and safe and at home in his arms. he drops his phone to his side though when patrick presses up on his toes to hook his chin over his shoulder, but not before he can catch a glimpse of a picture of the canopy of tulle and flowers that hangs over the center of the room. you can admit it you know, patrick tells him. admit what? david asks, though he clearly knows he’s been caught out. patrick presses a quick, soft kiss to the curve of his neck, tightening his arms around his husband as he breathes him in. they did a good job. this place is beautiful. david scoffs, but there’s no truth in it at all and patrick buries a chuckle in his shoulder. you’re beautiful, david replies instead, raising his phone again but flipping to the front-facing camera this time. he catches patrick’s left hand in his own, squeezing them to his chest so that both their rings are visible on the screen. he snaps several, both of them grinning dopily at the camera or at each other, as if they can’t stop themselves from looking deliriously happy if they try. after a careful debate over which one is best–patrick argues for the picture where the crinkled laugh lines around david’s eyes are deepest, though david vetoes that one in favor of another where patrick’s smile is wide and bright as david presses a kiss to his cheek–david posts the picture to the store’s instagram account since he no longer uses his own, captioning it we’re officially a family-owned business now. family. david is his family. the thought bursts into happy sparks, a cascade of fireworks hot and bright inside of patrick, and he can’t help but kiss david then, turning him in his arms to press all this glittering joy against his lips.

vii.

much later, patrick opens instagram on his own phone to clear away the overwhelming number of notification that have popped up on the post. hundreds of likes and dozens of congratulatory comments have rolled in, but the very first of each is from rachel.

viii.

thought i might find you out here, patrick says as he finds his husband standing in the inky darkness out behind the building. he looks overwhelmed–by the noise and the people and the emotions of the day–but in that way like he still can’t quite believe this is all real. let’s go for a drive, patrick offers. david’s brow wrinkles but he climbs into the passenger seat without a word, and patrick knows that however many mountains he’d climb for this man, he’d never have to do it alone. he can feel the moment that david realizes where they’re going, his fingers digging excitedly into the meat of patrick’s thigh. it’s well after midnight, so he doesn’t pull into the driveway, stopping instead on the shoulder across the road. he drags a blanket from the trunk and throws it across the hood of his car, offering david a hand to help him clamber up on top of it. they sit together there under the stars, shoulder to shoulder, looking out at their future, sketching the shape of it in whispers and hushed giggles and kisses soft and warm. only when they’re both shivering in the damp night air do they finally climb down and crawl back into the car, taking one long last look at the place they’ll soon call home. i wish it was already ours, david confesses into the safety of the dark, and patrick threads their fingers together, squeezing until he can feel both of their rings digging into his skin. me too, he says, but you’re still the only home i need.

ix.

they slip in quietly through the back door, though stevie grins wolfishly at them from across the room to let them know their absence hadn’t gone unnoticed. but there’s more dancing then. and drinks. photos. conversations. all these beautiful memories in the making. and later still, when things finally wind down and their parents and most of their other guests have said good night, david’s stomach rumbles loudly enough to be heard over the hushed strains of whitney houston still playing in the background. patrick, half-drunk, buries his fond, ridiculous laughter in his husband’s neck, and twyla suggests they head to the cafe. together with alexis and stevie, they wander right down the middle of the street, arms linked between them, david shaking his head as the other four make a sloppy, over-loud attempt at belting out “willkommen.” at the cafe, they all pile in to a booth together, talking loudly enough that twyla can still join in, calling back to them through the pass-through as she cooks up a mountain of scrambled eggs with cheese and warm, buttery toast, which she brings out all on one big plate. as they dive in, david thinks back to all the best meals he had when he lived in new york–expensive dinners at michelin-starred restaurants, quick lunches at greasy spoons, long boozy brunches and cheap late-night dives–and none of them could possibly compare to 3 AM scrambled eggs at the only restaurant in town, with his husband pressed so close he’s practically in david’s lap, surrounded by these people he loves more than he ever thought he could, all of them cackling wildly as they try to steal bites off each other’s forks. it’s the kind of moment–the kind of life–he would have never even thought to dream of, but it’s his and it’s real and he’s going to do everything he can to hold on to it for as long as he’s able.

#imargaery #replies #long post #rebel writes #this turned out way longer than i mean it to but oh well

[eventidedaydreamer]

What is everybody's strengths and weaknesses in your Bendy Au?

:) oh >:) okay

Joey Drew: 

Strengths 

he knows a lot of things, 

Intelligence

he can be very charming and can win people over easily, 

he’s the kind of person that you immediately like when you meet him, 

he knows how to leave a good impression.

If you actually get to know him he can be very bubbly and excitable.

Weaknesses 

he can’t read people, 

he’s brain smart but he isn’t emotionally smart, 

he doesn’t get it when someone shows emotions in a way he isn’t familiar with. 

He lashes out when he’s reminded of unpleasant things.

He knows how to turn everyone into ink creatures through sacrifice but he doesn’t stop to think if he should.

His coping mechanisms are not very healthy

Jealousy, clingy, its hard for him to consider that people can have more than one friend

Henry Stein:

Strengths 

He’s very tough (have you seen how much he falls?? and he’s OLD) 

Probably broke some bones when he was a kid so now he has stronger bones. 

He can handle a LOT of pain, 

he’s cool under stress and pressure, 

he’s a hard worker and a very talented artist.

He has a good memory

Weaknesses 

He has trouble expressing himself 

He’s a people pleaser and has a hard time saying no (something he’s worked on and is better about after he met his wife), 

He underreacts to things and overthinks a lot (overthinking is another thing he got better with after he met Linda)

Wally Franks:

Strengths 

One of the FRIENDLIEST people you will ever meet, 

and hes really really funny

He somehow knows everyone’s name even if he only met them once three years ago, 

It’s like he’s living life at a different speed because it seems like he spent the whole day with you but he also had time to see ten other people the same day?? 

He seems innocent and as if his perfect bubble of the world would pop if you mentioned something upsetting but the reality is he’ll listen to anything you need to get out and then give really good advice followed up with his usual humor.

He trusts that there is good in everyone and gives people second chances

Weaknesses 

He does really stupid things a lot

He’ll connect pipes wrong, resulting in later damage and messes

He’s always getting himself hurt, jumping too many stairs at once, making someone really angry and running for his life (Sammy’s the main one that’ll actually chase him down)

It’s like he has no sense of self-preservation 

(HOW IS HE NOT DEAD?!)

He is really trusting and some people take advantage of that

He opens himself up to everyone and forgives a little too easily

Sammy Lawrence:

Strengths

He knows how to stick up for himself and others

Hardworking

He is damn good at his job and won’t let you forget it

Sarcastic

Honest

Mature

He can hear the music as he’s writing it, feel it in his head when he sees sheet music

Very independent 

If he considers you a friend, he will go to extremes to get back at anyone that hurts you (Just ask Jack, he’s been friends with him the longest!)

It is unknown how many instruments Sammy can play, the band make guesses all the time and Jack is asked on a weekly basis but refuses to comment

its an ongoing discussion 

Determination, he’s the only one that will actually chase Wally til he catches him

Weaknesses

He’s angry almost constantly

The glass is half empty

Doesn’t hold back snide remarks (but if the remark is about music in some way you better listen there’s advice hidden somewhere)

Yelling, but it’s mostly just a very loud “WALLY FRANKS!” followed by running footsteps and Wally’s giddy laughter

I N S O M N I A C

constantly has bags under his eyes

A Perfectionist, Only the best can come from the office of Sammy Lawrence even if he forgets to eat while doing so

yeah thats another thing, he forgets about things like eating, sleeping, ya know, human things

He’s intimidating, the string of constant negativity doesn’t make many friends

Workaholic 

He’s become dependent on the few friends he has to break him out of his  work until its done mode and remind him to eat and sleep (Jack, Wally, Norman and Susie a little.)

because :) it would be a shame :) if one of them :)  went missing :) huh?

Susie Campbell:

Strengths

Hopeful and optimistic

Friendly

She has a really pretty face, shes really pretty in general

she gets a lot of attention because of it

shes tougher than she looks and uses it to her advantage

she is really clever

Flirty and a romantic 

an exciting storyteller, she can make a trip to the refrigerator sound interesting

Weaknesses

Possessive

she wants to hear all the gossip until its about her

is really jealous of the smallest things

she may seem like a little innocent flower but she’s the thorniest rose in the garden and you are growing a little too close to her

Alice Angel means everything to her, its the best way to distract her from anything else :)

the second best way is to mention her star-shaped birthmark/freckle

Norman Polk:

Strengths

Observant 

He’s very good at guessing things correctly

He seems to know something about everything and everyone

A really great listener

He also just has good hearing in general, easily eavesdrops 

Physically strong, he can lift anyone with ease

Wise and careful

he has some pretty sound advice in him if you ask for any

has a very good control on his temper and is calm and cool even in heated arguments or dangerous situations

a good people reader

is very understanding

Weaknesses

He’s scary, just how he likes it

People get the wrong ideas about him (He’s just sitting there! Is he watching me?)

to be fair, he might be

He doesn’t attempt to get to know people unless he sees a reason to

gets into other peoples business 

He’s always lookin’ for trouble

too curious for his own good

doesn’t talk about his feelings

Jack Fain:

Strengths

He’s so good at rhyming that he does it subconsciously on a regular basis

Creative

Empathetic

He’s not afraid to show emotion

Forgiving

Generosity

Gentle and soft

Humble

Patient

Selfless

Weaknesses

He can be really emotional a lot of the time

He spaces out a lot

he can seem like a crybaby

Doesn’t take credit for things he should

Lies about how he really feels to make other people comfortable, he doesn’t want to be a bother

puts himself down to make other people look better

Really shy

doesn’t stick up for himself

too passive

worries a lot

Johnny:

Strengths

He really loves his job

He’s a romantic at heart

very sweet and considerate

Loyal and devoted

Sees the best in people

Weaknesses

He falls in love way too easily

ignores flaws even when they’re concerning

can easily become an emotional mess

fears being rejected more than anything else (bro just love him he’s too sweet)

Shawn Flynn:

Strengths

He’ll tell someone off when they’ve done something wrong

believes in karma and justice

likes sewing while he’s talking/doing something else

really good at multitasking

Luck of the Irish

like he misses getting injured by mere inches

this makes him the perfect Go and Do Something Stupid companion with Wally

He’s really proud of his heritage and his work

Weaknesses

Shouts a lot

He can be too prideful and overconfident

isn’t into mercy or forgiveness 

can and will turn anything into a rivalry if its the last thing he does!!

the downside to being his friend is that its dangerous to hug him because he puts needles through his clothes so he can find them later

he says its built in protection

and Wally says ow

Thomas Connor:

Strengths

He’s been good with anything technical since he was little and only got better at it with age 

Honorable

Hardworking

Mature

Weaknesses

He believes in a one strike and you’re out ideal, leaving him to not trust some genuinely nice people (but he also doesn’t trust some questionable people so he sees it as justifiable)

Reserved, doesn’t attempt to get to know anyone

he can work too hard

Pessimistic

Allison Pendle:

Strengths

Boy can she give an inspirational speech

She’s very generous

Brave 

Levelheaded

She’s a lot stronger than she looks

you should hear her belt out a song

Weaknesses

prefers to fix other peoples problems rather than deal with her own

she’s really competitive 

she gets herself hurt a lot

can be a little too fierce

Grant Cohen:

Strengths

Math, he’s good at math

he was like yeah i can do numbers I’ll be an accountant! (bro im sorry u got Joey as a boss)

He’s a good singer (which seems random unless you know)

Weaknesses

A N X I E T Y

really cannot talk to anyone

his words get all jumbled up

if he had the internet he’d constantly be searching things like, how to explain to your boss that his decisions are putting the company in dept? how do you stand up to your boss?

has bad panic attacks

Bertrum Piedmont:

Strengths

He’s super confidant

Not afraid to get his hands dirty

Even though he almost always is dressed up nice

He makes sure he looks presentable

He acts like a dad to people he likes

Cultured

Very determined 

He can and will do anything out of spite and you can’t stop him because that will only give him more reason to

Weaknesses

Really prideful, gets offended over little things

is pretty arrogant as well

it’s really hard for him to change his mind after he’s made a decision 

refuses to lose, even if it’s really obvious that he has

he can be condescending 

doesn’t like or participate in humor, he’s always deadly serious

He can be over dramatic a lot

Lacie Benton:

Strengths

nothing seems to surprise her

calm and chill

a really good listener, the kind that you know can keep a secret

doesn’t take herself too seriously or anyone, (Bertrum finds her company to be one of his favorites after he figures that out)

shE WEARS WHATEVER SHE WANTS BECAUSE SHE DOESN’T CARE ABOUT YOUR OPINION SHE JUST LIKES WEARING PANTS

Weaknesses

stays quiet about important things, she ain’t no snitch, who cares if she witnessed someone stealing something

Super apathetic about life

kinda isolated (Norman says hi)

Lazy but only because she can do it really fast and well so you can wait for her

Linda Stein:

Strengths

It’s a good thing she’s so confidant else Henry would have just looked at this pretty lady and never introduced himself

shes like really good at gardening, talk about a green thumb!

Affectionate 

knows when to be gentle and when someone needs tough love

and shes good at distributing both

shes so brave

Eager and excited easily

super patient 

Understanding

Weaknesses

she can come off as too forward and a little too fast

can get a little frazzled

Forgetful (Henry helps with that)

she doesn’t want to invade anyone’s boundaries but doesn’t ask what they are so its a tug of war within her

Sorry this took so long, I wanted to really think about it and do it justice! :D

#Bendy and the Ink Machine #joey drew #Henry Stein #wally franks #sammy lawrence #susie campbell #norman polk #Jack Fain #johnny #shawn flynn #thomas connor #allison pendle #grant cohen #bertrum piedmont #lacie benton #Linda Stein #batim #headcanon #headcanons #ask #anonymous #Anon #long post

[allie1804-fan]

The Middle of the Road (Chapter 16)

Chapter 1,  2,  3,  4,  5,  6,  7,  8 , 9, 10, 11 , 12,  13  14 , 15

Warnings: None

September 2024 – Toronto Emily and Keanu flopped down on the bed in their room at the apartment they were renting in Toronto for the week of The Toronto International Film Festival. They had just arrived from LA and were travel weary. He had just had his 60th birthday and would be receiving a Tribute award at the festival, a great honour for any film maker but an especially treasured one for Keanu who had grown up in the city. He remembered when the festival used to take place in his neighbourhood of Yorkville in the late 70s so the whole event was very close to his heart.

The whole family had decamped from LA including their Nanny Maria which would enable them to attend the evening events as well as do some promotion.  Keanu had done voice work in a film being premiered there which had a U certificate so they would all attend the afternoon screening. They were taking a bit of a risk with Hannah but Emily or the nanny would be able to take her or Johnny out if either of them got unsettled.

 After they had rested up a bit, they all went out to a local Italian restaurant around the corner from the apartment and enjoyed a simple relatively quick meal before getting the babies back home to bed.  The next morning found Keanu and Emily enjoying some free time looking around his old haunts – he’d shown her his home in Yorkville, his elementary  school, ice hockey stadium, the Leah Poslun Theatre and the location of his first kiss!

 “Right there?”? Emily was pointing with an aghast expression on her face at a dingy alley behind a bike rack at the back of an old Walgreens store.

 “Yup – I know. I’ve got a bit classier in my old age I hope you agree.”

 “And what was her name?”

 “Angela”

 “Now THAT is a 70s name if ever I heard one. I guess at least your name is just totally unique and not linked to an era like some”

 “She was sweet – but not long lasting!”  Anyway, I think that is the complete high, and low, lights for you. We better get back and get  some lunch before this afternoon’s shenanigans”  He was referring to the premiere of his film which was an afternoon affair so kids could attend. Some local children would attend as well as press and the stars and their families. Johnny and Hannah would be there – with the exit strategy of mum or nanny if it was too much. They had watched films at home and had quite good attention spans but Hannah had only been in a movie theatre once and so was a bit if an unknown quantity behaviour wise.

It was also to be their first red carpet as a family. They had kept the children well shielded so far but, accepting that  complete privacy wasn’t realistic, they had decided to attend this premiere all together. They all dressed in smart casual clothes rather than the suits and ballgown style of Oscars and that was needed given they would have the kids next to them snacking on ice cream! The press and fans were enthralled with the kids, both dark haired and with big brown eyes strongly favouring Keanu but with the delicacy of Emily’s features. After letting her walk on wobbly legs for a little while, Keanu scooped Hannah up and carried her while Emily walked with Jonathan and Marie brought the buggy and a change bag just in case. Hannah loved waving at everyone and fans called her name which made her laugh. Johnny joined in with waving too, sensing that this was something special but not really at all clear what. It was going to be a while before they understood that their Dad wasn’t just special to them!

The kids enjoyed the film and made it through the whole hour and half without a melt down to everyone’s relief.

That evening Emily and Keanu appeared on a panel about a project they were working on together. There were inevitable questions about how husband and wife could work together which they fended off deftly  - working together was after-all how they met and it felt easy compared to parenting and they were glad to keep the topic work focussed.  In the next couple of days they each took part in other promo for their work and had a meal out, just the two of them.  There they talked about the award show that would be the following night.

                                                            “You nervous?” Emily asked as she sipped her coffee.

“Am I ever!” He groaned. “All that intention is intense – I’m used to parts of it – the red carpet, the photos, being filmed in the audience, even being on stage handing out awards or receiving a less significant gong but such focus, and a speech – phew, it’s crazy”

“It’s what you deserve honey, you know that inside don’t you”

 He shook his head,

 “It’s an honour, such an honour but, no,  I don’t know it – it just feels surreal”

 “Well just try to enjoy it if you can, hun – OK?, Want to run through the speech back at the apartment?”

 “Sure, that would be great to have a writer’s input”

 The award day came and they passed as much of it as they could focussing on the kids, taking them to one of the lakeside beaches for playtime and a picnic but eventually time came for the ‘dressing up game’  as Keanu called it. Both of them would spend a few hours being “made beautiful” for the cameras with stylists primping and polishing their hair, clothes and make up to within an inch of their lives. They left the children with Maria and they would tune in later to see Mommy and Daddy on the TV walking the red carpet.

Emily was wearing a stunning sleeveless, full length taffeta gown in red and her birthday necklace to match her ruby engagement ring and Keanu was in the tux he’d worn to the 2020 Oscars.  Emily’s palms were sweaty even before they left to go to the theatre. She’d attended public occasions before where there were paparazzi but only one awards show about 4 years ago so she was nervous of the attention, especially as the news of their marriage was still quite fresh.

As they climbed out of the car, Keanu whispered in her ear  “Just imagine everyone naked”  before they started to make their way up the red carpet, making her giggle and relax just a little.

“I feel like the wives in Apollo 13, if they ask me anything. I’ll just say “I’m proud, happy and thrilled”

“Are you likening me getting an award to going to the moon or a life-threatening mission?!”

“the former for you and maybe the latter for me!”

At first she held Keanu’s arm in a death grip but gradually she relaxed especially as she saw the smiling faces in the crowd and she saw Keanu relax too, signing photos, DVDs and books and posing for photos. Several fans encouraged her to pose alongside him, surprising her.  It seemed some people were happy to see him happy with his marriage and kids and thus welcomed her with open arms.

There were a few reporters on the red carpet who stopped them for a few words. Keanu made her laugh, though she tried to hold it in, when he responded to the question of how he was feeling to be receiving the Tribute Award.

“Well I’m proud, happy and thrilled” he said, giving Emily a wink which made the laughter bubble to the surface. They moved on and at last made it into the auditorium and were shown to their seats.

There were several other awards before his but at last it was time for his big moment.

The presentation started with a show reel with clips from his most famous movies as well as some of his lesser known early ones which made him blush. He leaned over and whispered to Emily

“At least they’re not showing the Coke and cornflakes ads!”

After the reel, there were some video clips from some of his directors and co-stars praising – his work, his character and his work ethic. There was Chad Stahelski, Sandy Bullock, Carrie-Ann Moss and Lilly Wachowski. Then it was time for the award  itself which Lana Wachowski presented. As he walked up to the stage, the whole auditorium stood, clapping and cheering. He was right, Emily thought, this was really overwhelming! She dabbed a tear away as he took his place at the podium and took a moment to let the applause fade.

“Firstly let me say a huge thank you for this great, great honour  - to receive this in the city where I spent my formative years is really very special so thank you.”

More applause erupted then quickly subsided allowing him to continue.

“I owe this award to many other people  - first and foremost,  I’d like to pay tribute to my mom for believing in me all those years ago when I asked her one day, would it be ok if I was an actor and  she simply said ‘whatever you want son’.

And thanks must also go of course to the teachers and directors at the schools where I did plays and at the Leah Posluns Theatre where I really began to learn my craft-  thank you for lighting the fire.

Looking back, the reel you showed just now only served to remind me how much I love movies. And a key reason over the years for that love and indeed for much of my success has been the joy of collaboration when making them. Collaboration with many wonderful directors, actors, cinematographers, stunt coordinators, make-up artists, caterers, runners to name but a few is what I thrive on. And they have all made me look good.  And I know sometimes I’ve made my fellow actors look good too by how bad I was! Special thanks to Winona and Gary in that regard!

And I can’t forget the writers, for one thing my wife would never forgive me if I didn’t give them a mention.”

Keanu looked over and caught Emily’s eye as she sat in the front row beaning with pride.

“Writers have gifted me some amazing, memorable characters, some of them coming back time and again  like Ted, Neo and John Wick.  And I think special thanks are due for all the Johns, Johnny’s and Jacks and the quarterback punks that have been a recurring theme for me and such fun to play.

So I love movies and I love the opportunity they give me to tell stories.

But this year, as I hit a big milestone birthday,  I am in a new phase in my life and I’m planning on being focussed less on the stories in films and more on my own story.  Over the years, my fellow actors and the crews have been like family to me, a band of brothers and sisters if you will.  But 5 years ago I met and fell in love with a wonderful woman and she became my family.  Then 2 years ago we became parents - and now there are 4 of us. And this year  I also became a husband - in all these things as you can probably tell I was a late starter!

So whilst I’m not retiring,  going forward I can’t and I don’t want to be the man who  is all work and no play.  I want to be with my beautiful  wife and my kids as they grow and play my part in guiding them in their lives, in their story.

And hopefully, I’ll bring the riches of that experience of being a parent and a husband to my future roles.

Thank you”

There was rapturous applause at this end to his speech and Emily found herself crying once again at his very public commitment to a more balanced life for them all going forward.

Keanu took his leave, heading back stage where there would be a few interviews to do before he could re-join Emily and head onto the after-party.  There was a brief break in proceedings and Emily made her way back stage to meet up with him.

Keanu was just taking his leave from one of the news teams  when he glimpsed Emily weaving her way between the throngs of stage hands, actors and publicists.

He headed in her direction and indicated a small alcove to the side to aim for. She reached it first and waited for him to join her, his progress being slowed by people stopping to congratulate him on his award and speech. When he finally got there, she threw he arms around his neck.

“That was, just, just”

“Wow  have I actually rendered you speechless?” he laughed.

“You didn’t share THAT part of the speech!”

“You mean the bit about marrying a wonderful woman and sharing my story with her?”

“yes that part, you sneaky devil, you made me cry”

“Happy tears I hope?”

“Yes!” she smiled planting a kiss on his smiling lips.

@penwieldingdreamer @fortheloveoffanfic @kindainlovewithkeanu @ladyreapermc @witty-wallflower @gatsbynouvel @bitchyslut99 @keanureevesisbae @omg-imagine @iworshipkeanureeves @fics-not-tragedies @ficsnroses @kindainlovewithkeanu @paperplanesandwallflowers

#keanu reeves fanfic #keanu reeves fanfiction #keanu #keanu reeves #keanu reeves ofc

[justrednow]

American Idiot (movie)

LaNow I love the musical and I love both albums featured. I’m hoping that’s the plot of the movie that I believe is being produced. But also like, I’d be down for some bat shit crazy stuff a la Pink Floyd: The Wall. But you know what’d I’d be really down for. 

No one asked for this. I’m aware.

American Idiot: So, we open on good ol’ perfect Jingletown and meet the perfect town and all its hidden horror. We get to see a good amount of repetitive time pass. Seeing the struggles of the working class of America. Theres a focus on the younger generation being strung along in their parents problems. 

As the song comes ot an end, or vamps under Idk, we meet our boy Johnny. Who in my opinion should be far more like the average vague age youth. He doesn’t know who he is and we meet his ex-underground rock band dad who is kinda an asshole. but he loves his wife, and probably loves his sons. We also meet Johnny’s brother who is just back from rehab. The pair make up everything Johnny doesn’t want to be.  

Jesus of Suburbia I-III: Johnny meets up with his friends at the 7/11 and lament about life while drinking stolen beer. Johnny talks about how much he wants to run away and find his true origins in the nitty gritty of a big city and wants to know true pain. Will complains about being a part of a military family and his parents divorice, and how none of them will ever fight for their country. Tunny reveals that he brought his family bible to burn, but is reluctant to do so. He too is struggling to know who he is, but says nothing. The group is chased out of the back lot by the manager of the 7/11. 

Jesus of Suburbia IV-V: Back in Will’s empty house Heather is waiting, revealing how she’s been trying to get Will’s attention. She is once again ignored when Johnny tells the group how he scored tickets to a concert in the “big city”. This is his plan to run away and never look back, he encourages the others to come with him. Heather gives Will a positive pregnancy test, in an attempt to break up with him. instead he elects to stay home, in protest of his own broken home. 

Tunny and Johnny refuse to change their plan, unable to understand how Will can have a light at the end of the tunnel. They argue as the two get on the bus to leave. Johnny tells Tunny he forgot to tell his mom that he was leaving. 

Holiday: In the big city the pair burst into their new life. They come alive at the concert and bond with a group of anti-war protesters. Whatsername catches the eye of Johnny, but he chickens out of talking with her. They join the protesters march on a government building after the concert, watching as one of the protesters leads with a speech on the steps. He is everything Johnny wants to be. After the police arrive and the peaceful protest is broken up the pair are invited back to the home, an abandon building, of a group of protesters.

Boulevard of Broken Dreams: Johnny tells the group his and Tunny’s story, capturing the attention of Whatsername who appears to have a similar story. Johnny gains confidence as he finds that these are his people. The Big City is somehow everything Johnny thought it would be, dark and gritty. Whatsername introduces herself to Johnny but he misses her name. Sparks are flying folks. 

Tunny begins to feel left out of the party, realizing this is not what he wanted.  

Favorite Son: Tunny turns on the old TV in the place. He finds an old VHS playing of an 80s propaganda cartoon. He falls victim to the glamorous lifestyle of Favorite Son. He is drawn to the effortless power in the military life style, loving the danger and reward. He falls in love with the idea of being a hero for his people. Johnny joins him when everyone else has gone away.

Are We The Waiting: Tunny explains to Johnny his dreams of a better world. He thinks about Will, who is still at home trying to enjoy his future fatherhood. Heather, who is still trying to gather the courage to leave Will as she wants what’s best for her child but isn’t in love with him. Johnny, who is stuck in his new dream. 

Tunny, the next morning, enlists in the Army and finds that he will be shipped out within the week.

St. Jimmy: Johnny, angry at Tunny, meets a new best friend who has come to visit the squatter city.  St. Jimmy is the hard core punk god Johnny has been waiting for. He is a drug dealer with everything. Johnny shoots up for the first time with another group. St. jimmy openly welcomes him to his new lifestyle of getting everything you want. Almost everyone loves him, they worship him.

Little Girl: St. Jimmy tries to target Whatsername, as she tries to convice Johnny not to fall into the hands of drugs. 

Give Me Novacaine: Back in Jingletown Will tries to cope with Heathers decision to leave him and to keep their soon to be born child. In Johnny’s home his mother cries as she learns that he has run away. His father seems to be happy about it and tries to convince her it was just his time to fly the coop. Seeing this isn’t helping, he vows to find their son. 

Tunny is finally getting a piece of the action, he gets a huge piece in his thigh and is carried off of the field. 

Johnny has been recieving letters from his friends and burns them, quickly stopped by Whatsername who shows him another way of life. 

She’s a Rebel/ Last of The American Girls: Whatsername tells Johnny her true story and how she plots to lead a riot against discrimination against the poor. She brings him to homeless shelters where she volunteers and to protest concerts. Johnny eagerly writes to his friends about his new love. Will gets a good laugh over it. St. Jimmy, who is more or less real, has begun to feel ignored and starts spilling lies about Whatsername that Johnny dismisses.

Last Night On Earth: Johnny has never been in love until now. His father finds the ticket packages and gets on the next bus. Whatsername promises Johnny their relationship is more than just lust. Heather has her baby and Will chases her down to the hospital, begging to be allowed to see her. Heather reveals that she broke up with him because of his unhealthy habits to her nurse, Johnny’s mother. Heather promises she will never let anyone hurt her child and from outside the door Will promises the same. 

Johnny writes his first letter back home.

To Much To Soon: Finally back home, Will finally confronts Heather on her judgment of the past he left behind for her. Heather challenges how Will copes with stress and how it will effect their child's life. Heather decides if he is going to keep chasing her, she’s running away for good. She takes the baby with her. 

Before Lobotomy I/ Extrodinary Girl: Tunny is left alone during his recovery, finally receiving the letters his friends have sent him. The other injured soldiers in infirmary cry for their families left behind and why they join the fight to begin with. Tunny gets a new perspective on the war. He meets his nurse, the first person to provide him any comfort during this time and tends to his wounds. He quickly falls in love with her and has dreams about being Favorite Son saving the distressed princess from the evil bad guys. She tries to pull him out of the fantasy as it becomes more dangerous and the two bond over war trauma. They share a heat of the moment kiss

Before Lobotomy II: Tunny is sent home due to having his leg amputated. He takes his nurse with him, as they have fallen in love. He wishes his war buddies luck, and says farewell to the ones dying. 

When It’s Time:  Johnny writes a letter to Whatsername about his feelings for her and how he doesn’t know what he’d do without her. She showed him what pain can look like. For once he isn’t lost. 

St. Jimmy rips up the letter and burns it when Johnny’s back is turned.

Know Your Enemy: St. Jimmy tries to coax Johnny into doing harsher drugs, the only thing stopping Johnny from following him is Whatsername. So Jimmy convinces Johnny that she’s been manipulating him into believeing her stories and that he needs the drugs to cope with his own pain. Whatsername tries to get Johnny’s attention and is confronted with Johnny minimizing her pain in exchange for his own.

21 Guns: Whatsername finally takes the needles and pills from Johnny and shares her full story of being abused and being a victim of the streets. She begs him to listen to her and know that he doesn’t have to keep fighting. Johnny tries to listen to her but St. Jimmy lingers. 

Will finally gives into Heathers wishes and steals beer from a store. While drinking he realizes this is what she was talking about. He pours it all out. He finds out Tunny is home and commits to helping him.

Johnny’s father searches the city, he can’t stop thinking how pointless this is.

Johnny tries too convince Whatsername he feels her pain, which is why he needs St. Jimmy. Frustrated she shows him how ridiculous he is, he left a caring family and friend behind to seek out pain. 

Letterbomb: Finally done with Johnny’s shit, though she might still love him, Whatsername shows Johnny what fire looks like. She cries for the real heroes that fought for real change, not try hards just looking for a new outlet of self pity. She reveals that St. Jimmy was never real. She lets Johnny know that he isn’t the Jesus of Suburbia. If it isn’t obvious, Whatsername is the jesus of suburbia. Johnny helplessly watches as the love of his life leaves. Whatsername destroys all the pills before hopping the next bus out of the city.

When September Ends: Johnny’s father finds Johnny crying on the steps of a church. Father reveals how proud of Johnny he is. He tells Johnny about how angry he was when he was and how he just needed to find himself, which is what he assumes Johnny is doing. 

Tunny finds out many of his war buddies haven’t made it back home and never will. He cries to his nurse who promises nothing bad will happen to them.

Will thinks over how he let everyone he had slip away from him.

Johnnys mother calls her husband only to find out that Johnny will not be coming home just yet. Father heads back to Jingletown. 

Johnny thinks over how much he hated being anything like his father and now realizes that is truly who he wanted to be. he is shocked to think that his father ever loved him and wishes he would have shown it better. 

Homecoming I: Johnny packs his bag and prepares to go back home as he is the only one left. Its been a while since he and his fathers talk. He is unsure of where to go next. St. Jimmy has been in and out of his life anytime he thinks about everything that he’s learned. St. Jimmy tries one final time to convince Johnny to stay in the city. There is nothing in Jingle Town for him. Johnny appears to try and commit suicide but instead the bullet kills St. Jimmy in a rather comic way. Johnny truly has nothing left now. 

Homecoming II: Johnny reveals what the world could have for him, working a desk job with a boring wife. He hates what he sees and tries to convince himself that there is more to life than this image. 

Homecoming III: Tunny is living a dull life at home, trying to get a job but struggling due to his amputation. He wishes to be released as the nurse has got a new job and works to support them. 

Will is still crying to himself and finally decides he’s had enough

Homecoming IV: Heather is back in town to visit her parents with her new fiance and the baby. She meets up with Will, flaunting how rad her new man is. Will fails to see how he failed in comparison. Heather gives the baby to Will, loving her new life more. She wanted what was best for her baby and she could never provide that.

Homecoming V: At the 7/11 Johnny hops off the bus and finds that his friends are waiting for him. He drops his bags and runs into their arms. They share the stories of their adventures and how they never realized what they had here in Jingletown was what the needed, real cliche. Johnny reunites with his family and forgives his father. Tunny gets a job with his girlfriend in the hospital as a receptionist and a speaker. He has found his purpose. Johnny helps Will set up his house for the baby, admitting that he misses the people in the city.

Whatsername:  Johnny works as a music teacher in the school fifteen years down the line. While in a school recital he thinks he sees Whatsername in the crowd, but it’s someone else. When he gets back to his new house he pulls out his old guitar case and looks through all the memorabilia of his big adventure all those years ago. The thing he misses the most is Whatsername, the girl who he couldn’t even remember her name. 

anyways no one asked for that and I’m sorry but that was fun and I will probably do it again with a musical few people like. 

#American Idiot #movie #musical #broadway #green day

[palmviolet]

Hopper for the character ask?

send me a character and i’ll list:

favorite thing about them

so i’ve been rewatching s1 lately and it’s made me realise how perfectly pitched he was in s1 & s2. he’s a broken man, certainly very flawed, but he trusts in his gut and he’s willing to take leaps that others would never make, just based on a hunch. he’s a government man that doesn’t trust the government – he’s willing to address his beliefs about what’s true and what’s real and change them if necessary. he’s a great character in that s1 fundamentally changes his outlook on life, because people start needing him again. he’s a protector at heart - he was purposeless before will went missing - and that’s what’s so great about him. he takes on others’ problems and it’s not about solving them - it’s about shouldering the burden himself instead.

least favorite thing about them

s3. oof. there’s been a lot of debate about this but to put it frankly - he was grossly out of character. take it from someone who’s been thinking and writing about this show since 2018. in s3 the duffers were aping the big, flashy 80s action movies etc, which i understand, but if they wanted a series in which they could change their characters to fit their style they should have kept st as an anthology instead. hopper doesn’t work as an aggressor. in s1 and s2, if he shouts or gets violent it’s for a reason, a purpose - such as his fight with el. it’s ptsd induced, i have no doubt in my mind about that, and in that moment the only thing he can think about is preventing her from going out and getting caught and hurt again. he goes about it in the wrong way, because he’s unaccustomed to being a parent - but there you can see where his rage is coming from. (namely, fear.) in s3..... not so much. there’s so much anger and very little good storytelling to back it up. tell us about him almost shooting a dog all you want (something i’m assuming is meant to indicate ptsd) but if you don’t show us... it’s the same with the letter at the end. it was an attempt at explaining why he was behaving so poorly, but it was too little, too late. i can’t believe i’m saying this about a TELEVISION SHOW (it’s literally in the name, guys) but the duffers got complacent and they stopped showing, and started telling instead. the byers’ moving plot? offscreen. the development of hopper’s feelings for joyce? offscreen. joyce deciding that she might stay in hawkins afterall? pretty much offscreen. what made s1 in particular great was that it had a character focus, and a lot of introspection. it was thoughtful. s3? s3 was brash, forceful, and in your face, much like s3′s iteration of hopper. 

favorite line

the black hole speech. ugh it’s so good

brOTP

i love hopper & el but hear me out for a sec..... hopper & jonathan,,,,,

OTP

jopper. i mean what did you think i was gonna say? s3 characterisation aside, what’s so perfect about their dynamic is that they approach the world in fundamentally different ways. i spoke about hopper being a protector, more likely to carry your problem for you than to solve it? joyce would solve it. not necessarily in an analytical way - more often in an emotional way. she’s actually one of the most active characters in the show, when compared to figures like jonathan for example, who is definitely more passive. anyway. they do make a great team, when hopper isn’t yelling at her or subtly calling her crazy :)))

nOTP

anything that’s not jopper. 

random headcanon

he shaves his beard into a mustache because he thinks it looks dashing, and beside the beard is hot in the summer. when he comes out of the bathroom, looking all smug and pleased with himself, el doesn’t even notice the change. he stands there for a few minutes like “el. el. what d’ya think?” and she’s buried in one of her soaps so she looks up briefly like “about what” and it takes another few minutes before he gives up and is like “about the mustache” and finally she twigs and stares at him with wide eyes. “you look like magnum” she says and he preens. (fun fact - when i was a child i was on holiday with my mum and dad, who had a beard. he shaved it and came out of the bathroom all proud of himself and neither of us noticed for a good ten minutes lol)

unpopular opinion

i’ve spoken about this before but he and joyce should not get together immediately after he... returns from russia. *eyeroll* they both need to work on themselves and learn to understand each other again before that. 

song i associate with them

ooh i have a few. rudy by supertramp, definitely (and we know he likes supertramp in canon). ain’t no grave by johnny cash. and it was a very good year by frank sinatra, which is so reflective and sad and perfect for him.

thank you, feel free to send more!!

#asks #jim hopper

[tessatechaitea]

Justice Society of America #7 (1993)

The fantasy: old white men are the heroes. The reality: old white men are the villains.

A Facebook memory from my friend Doom Bunny in 2012 came up today that made me cry. Not sobbing or anything! It just made me feel loved and noticed and, sure, proud of my past self. I'm not good at earnestness so please don't mock me or I'll retreat back into the safety of cynicism and sarcasm!

Doom Bunny might have taken the advice a bit too far.

One of the defining moments in my life that helped shape me into a better, more empathetic person was when I killed a massive wolf spider that had gotten into my room and was headed for my gerbil's cage. I caught it in a huge jar to take outside. The spider was so massive you could hear its fangs clink on the side of the jar. I went to go release it outside and was struck by a sudden terror that it would come back. Not the kind of terror that involves life and death decisions. More like the kind of terror that is just a rush of creepiness and discomfort at the prospect of the spider coming back and crawling on my while I slept. So, you know, not terror. But I treated the uncomfortable feeling like terror and decided I should probably kill the spider. Now, if it had been a small spider, I, like millions of people every day, would have probably crushed it without a thought and gone on with my day. But this spider was massive, probably the size of my palm. It wouldn't be a simple swat and done procedure. I tried filling the jar with some kind of cleaner in the hopes of poisoning it but that didn't work. So then I took a stick or something and began smashing it. It didn't die easily. It struggled and it put up a fight and it took multiple attempts to really smash it while in the jar. And even before I had delivered the killing blow, I knew I had made a terrible mistake. This spider didn't deserve this death. This wasn't a struggle to live. This wasn't part of nature. This spider was struggling against the pettiness of one human individual. The spider's only offense: giving me gooseflesh. But once I'd maimed the spider, I had to finish the onerous job. I cried afterward. I sobbed. I mourned this wretched beast. And maybe that's why Doom Bunny's memory made me cry. But I didn't just kill the spider that day. I killed a part of me. Luckily, it was a part of me that was useless and selfish and a thing I was well rid of. Maybe, as a rational justification to make a bleak act I participated in seem more uplifting, I can take solace in the idea that the spider, in death, was able to rise above its natural station. It was the Jesus Christ of spiders, dying so that so many more spiders could live. Who knows how many hundreds or thousands of spiders survived because of this one? And not only that, it was this sentiment (and seeing a documentary on Japanese "fishing" of dolphins) which turned me into a vegetarian. So the spider not only saved many spiders but many other (arguably higher-tier! Is that bad to suggest?!) creatures. Now, I'm not a vegetarian anymore. I was for about ten years and then got, well, a bit lazy and maybe a little less passionate. I got older and dumber. But I'm not what you'd call a meat-eater! I prefer lentils over steak (which is an easy comment to make because I can't even remember the last time I ate steak. I never really cared for it before I went veggie. The main reason I liked steak as a kid was the steak fries soaked in a little bit of steak juice (you know, blood?)). When I eat meat now, it's usually chicken or turkey. Not great, I know. I probably need to get out there and murder a turkey so I can be reminded how fucking terrible it is to kill something with your own hands. But that's part of it, you know? I'm not against eating meat. But we're going about it all wrong. It's too easy and too harmful. We should probably develop a system where people can only buy live animals and must do the killing and butchering themselves. Of course then only sadists will have the option of a delicious chorizo omelette at breakfast! The point is, yeah, I still eat meat. But I also don't rationalize my eating of it! I'm wrong in doing so. It's better for the world if humans, who have a choice in the matter being sentient and rational beings, would choose to stop. I try not to eat it much but that's just a little bit of a little thing and it doesn't make me "less wrong." I'm still just wrong. And I'm tired. And I'm old enough to hope the younger generations do better while I just get the fuck out of the way. Who are all these old people fighting change?! Why do they need to get so worked up about a world they're not going to be part of for much longer?! Let it go already! Especially old people with loads of money. I don't get how they still need to be angry about everything! You're set, you dolt! If you don't want to participate, go live in your vacation house and don't participate. But certainly don't actively try to hamper change! Christ, you're just obstinate dumb ass fools! Did I rant enough against old rich guys to distract from the fact that I had some turkey tacos for lunch? I hope so! Anyway, I guess the rant about old people hurting the world is a good enough segue back into this comic book about old people hurting the world. Not that the JSA is actively hurting the world! But their old man foes certainly are! Plus, I understand if you're old and powerful and rich and immortal, how you'd continue to fight change. But then again, if you're immortal and you've seen how you can never fight change, generation after generation, perhaps by continuing to fight against change, you're just showing how stupid you are? The JSA might not be actively hurting the world but it's still troubling that they think they need to be an active part of it. Just retire already and let the young heroes take over! Maybe, as Alan and Jay wanted at the beginning, stay accessible as mentors. But don't be dicks trying to push your old timey beliefs onto the young heroes' new and modern attitudes! Especially the ones that are sex positive and enjoy showing a lot of skin in their choice of costumes. Hooray for change!

Enough with being earnest! Let's now pretend her dad's advice was sexual in nature!

Jesse wanders into a part of the island that's off limits and after being attacked by guards trying to detain her for trespassing, she decides she now has a right to trespass. That's how law works, right? If I'm falsely accused of murder, I get to do one free murder! Ted Grant has been taken into custody by the Bahdnesian government because he interrupted a boxing match and beat the crap out of one of the fighters. Just because somebody is in a ring boxing doesn't mean anybody can enter the ring and start punching them. That's assault and I'm all for Ted Grant being arrested. Asshole thinks he can do whatever he wants just because he thinks of himself as a hero. Well, no more, old white man! There are consequences to your actions now!

The Atom doesn't think it's wrong to interfere in another country's arrest of a foreign national assaulting one of their own. No, what would be wrong is exposing the Justice Society of America's plans to infiltrate and spy on this nation.

The Atom rushes off to tell Alan and Jay about Ted being kidnapped. They heard Ted was injured and taken off for treatment which is a lie. Al tells them the truth but tries to make it sound like it was unjust. "Ted walloped some creep in the boxing ring and the guards dragged him away." Yeah. Of course they did! Ted wasn't supposed to be in the ring! IT WAS FUCKING ASSAULT! By the end, when we learn that the nation's king or manager or president, St. Germaine, is some villainous creep, all of the Justice Society's actions will be justified. But I want to point out that they have no justification for anything but observing right now! It's like that time in Star Trek: The Next Generation when one of the Captains of a Federation starship begins blowing up Cardassian science stations and supply vessels. They might have been up to no good but there was no proof! Picard does the right thing, in the end, by arresting the captain. Sure, the asshole captain was almost certainly right about the Cardassians being up to no good. But there was no proof! You can't just blow Cardassians up or disappear people from the streets of Portland simply because you suspect them of being up to no good. Fucking assholes. Jesse Quick runs into Doctor Mid-Nite who has found the Bahdnesians and a whole lot of other islanders as well. They're locked in cages underground because they're too sick or infirm to work in the tourist trap topside. So I guess the Justice Society of America has a right to start tearing this nation down. I guess. They're just lucky their instincts were so dead on or else Ted Grant's temper would have started an international incident with a happy-go-lucky nation. Doctor Mid-Nite has a plan to free the people from their cages.

It's not like she can, you know, run at super speed to do the same thing that distracting them with her tits did.

If The Flash had run into Doctor Mid-Nite, would the plan have been for Jay to strut out from the dark with his balls hanging out? Although it was a terrible and unnecessary plan, it might be one of my favorite bits because now I know Liberty Belle loved flashing her tits for justice. Johnny Thunder goes on a day trip to the place he first got his Thunderbolt genie. He discovers that after he left the island with their genie, the entire place fell apart. See, now that's appropriating a culture! Being white and selling burritos out of a burrito cart is just called having a job. The rest of the Justice Society just hangs out until they can hear from Doctor Mid-Nite. That doesn't happen until he interrupts St. Germain's speech about how great and beautiful and the best his island nation of Bahdnesia is.

Oh! The days when you could describe a terrible country treating its people in the worst ways imaginable and the first thing you would think of is Nazi Germany instead of present-day America!

St. Germain's plan was to create a sham utopia and then find a job as a consultant with other governments. After he was offered a job, he would blow a nuclear weapon in the volcano and destroy the place. But when the Justice Society appears, he throws his plan out the window and yells, in front of everybody at his press conference slash job interview, "I've got a bomb in the volcano and I'll blow up the entire island!" So I guess that's his reputation blown! Like the guy in The Dead Zone who uses the kid as a human shield and ruins his entire political career! Sort of. Anyway, that's a thing I just remembered that seemed somewhat like what just happened here, so it felt like a smart thing to add. During the tussle, Ted Grant knocks the detonator out of St. Germain's hands and it sets off the bomb. The volcano explodes but it doesn't destroy the island until the Justice Society can completely evacuate it. St. Germain just looks on and shouts, "My utopia!" That guy might need to get his head straight to decide what he really wants out of life. A utopia? A consulting job? Revenge on the Justice Society? In the end, Thunderbolt reveals that the only actual Bahdnesian left is Kiku, the young girl who has become Johnny Thunder's sidekick. So I guess that's the mystery solved that could have been solved two issues ago if Johnny had just thought to ask Thunderbolt one simple and direct question. Justice Society of America #7 Rating: B-. St. Germaine was yet another immortal guy who was once a Nazi. I think there's some legendary St. Germaine that's supposed to be immortal or something but I'm too hot and uncomfortable in my office to do any research about it right now. There's a similar character in Warren Ellis's Castlevania on Netflix. And, no, I don't want to discuss Warren Ellis. I don't actually want to disucss the Justice Society of America either! At least I only have three more issues to go!

#JSA #Justice Society of America #DC #DC Comics #Len Strazewski #Mike Parobeck #Mike Machlan

[beanfic]

Summertime Sadness - Ch. 1

Word count: 1285

Warnings: Language

Author’s note: Here is the first chapter of my newest series! I’m very excited to post this, and if want to be added to the tag list just let me know! I hope you enjoy!

The black graduation cap settled perfectly on the top of your head, and you pulled out your hair from the sides as you inspected how it looked. Your black dress was peeking through the top of your red gown, and your black heels accentuated your legs. You always wondered why your high school colors were red and black, it seemed like such dark and boring colors. But that’s how high school was, boring. And dark.

You heard a short knock on your bedroom door followed by a high pitched voice asking to come in. You turned the knob to see your little sister staring up at you. Her name was Bri, short for Brianna, and she was fourteen. She was finishing up her last year in middle school, and she was nervous about going to high school next year, but she had all summer to continue worrying.

Summer. Summer started tomorrow. You usually loved summer, but this time it was different. This was the summer before you started community college in your little hometown of Bexley. It was probably the definition of suburbia, but you didn’t mind it growing up. Especially because you were only minutes away from Columbus.

“Do you ever wish you did high school differently?” Bri asked you as she sat on your desk chair. She spun around in circles until she got dizzy, she was sometimes very immature for her age but that’s what made you love her so much.

You loved your brother too, but he was older. His name was Johnny, and he was twenty-one. He was busy working most of the time, even though you weren’t really sure what he did. Something to do with coding and computers. You enjoyed the time you got with him though because he always made you feel loved and safe.

“No, I think my high school experience was fine.” You started to apply makeup on your skin, utilizing your very limited makeup skills.

“All you did was study, you never even went out and had fun!”

“There aren’t a lot of parties in high school, that’s a false stereotype.” You started to think about your high school experience and wondered if you would have enjoyed it if you did something different. It’s not like you had a bad time. You had a close group of friends and a best friend. Her name was Mariah, and she was a cheerleader. You didn’t play any sports, instead, you dedicated your time to yearbook and studying.

You were part of the full IB program at your school, and you tried your hardest to graduate with a 4.0 GPA, but the one B you got in your advanced US history class sophomore year screwed that up for you. You were known as the girl who was always studying, but why was that such a bad thing? You had friends, you had good grades, and you were happy. You started to wonder if you were really happy, or if you have yet to feel what true happiness is.

“I want to go to parties when I’m in high school, and I want to kiss lots of boys,” she snickered. You shot her a look.

“Don’t end up like a little slut.”

“Don’t slut shame” she spoke sternly. “We need to empower sluts!”

“Whatever.” You shook your head.

“You’re just annoyed because you haven’t even had your first kiss. You know, I thought with you liking boys and girls that it would give you more chances to have your first kiss.”

She had a point.

“I’m waiting for the right person.” You always were jealous that your little sister had her first kiss before you, especially when she was so young.

“Just make sure to tell me, okay?”

“Of course.” You and your sister were close, and you guys tell each other everything. You remember the day she first got her period and she came running into your room holding her bloody underwear, excited that she was finally a woman. Or the time she had her first kiss or the time she first gave a blow job. She trusted you, and you were forever grateful for that.

“I’m really glad that you aren’t leaving for college and you decided to go to community college instead.”

“Community college is cheaper, and I don’t want to be distracted by parties.”

“Always focusing on school, do you ever just have fun?” Bri said as she threw a pillow that was on your bed at your face. You caught it before it could hit you.

“Hey, watch it! Summer is for fun, the school year is for school.” Your response resulted in an eye roll from Bri.

“Hey girls, can I come in?” your mom stood in the doorway, watching you and your sister talk. You watched her eyes look you up and down, and you could see her eyes start to get teary.

“Mom, I swear to god if you start crying right now.”

“I’m sorry but my baby girl is graduating high school!” she pulled you into a hug and you reluctantly wrapped your arms around her.

“Are you sure I look okay?” you asked your mom and sister, spinning in a circle so they could get a good look.

“Your hair looks pretty!” your mom smiled.

“Thanks, Bri did it!”

“The hundreds of youtube videos finally paid off,” she joked. Bri wanted to be a youtuber so badly. She even saved up for a camera, and she started to record makeup videos and hair videos to post. She was really talented, you couldn’t deny that, but she also happened to be the most socially awkward person once a camera turned on.

You grabbed your purse and followed your mom and sister down the stairs to find your dad sitting at the counter. He took one look at your and his eyes too started to water.

“Oh my god, not you too Dad. Seriously?”

“I’m sorry,” he wiped a tear. “You look so grown up and I’m just proud of you.”

“I’m proud too!” your brother yelled as he walked into the kitchen to join the party.

“You’re only proud that I actually graduated, you thought I was going to drop out,” you reminded him. When you were a freshman you went through this phase where you wanted to be homeschooled, and your brother bet that you wouldn’t end up graduating from high school. But here you are. Graduating.

“The ceremony starts soon, we should probably get going,” your mom pointed to her watch. Your dad nodded. You all filed out to the family car, a green Kia Soul. You thought it was the ugliest car, especially compared to your car. A red Kia Forte.

You were stuck in the middle back seat, between your brother and sister. Bri watched youtube videos on her phone the entire way, and you and Johnny listened to music. When you arrived at the arena, it was like a wave of red and black everywhere. Finding parking was a struggle, and you ended up walking more than you wanted in your little heels.

“Y/N!” you turned around to see Mariah running up to you. Her dark curly hair was poking out of her cap, and her skin glowed with highlight.

“Mariah! You look so good oh my god,” you hugged her. “Hi Tyler,” you gave a little wave to Mariah’s boyfriend who was standing behind her. You had met him on multiple occasions, but you were always surprised how your best friend ended up dating an older man.

You were always intrigued by Tyler, especially since he was so quiet. You knew that he played music and that he was really good at basketball, but besides that, he was a mystery. But he made your best friend happy, so he was okay in your book.

“Can you believe that we are actually graduating?” Mariah asked.

You shook your head, “Not really, but I’m excited for summer.”

“Speaking of summer, there's a party at Tyler’s friend's barn house tonight and you should totally come with!”

“Will Becca and Grace be there?” you asked about your two other friends.

“Becca will, and I’m not sure about grace, but please come! It will be so much fun and you could spend the night at my house! Tyler will drive, and we can drink!”

“I don’t know”

“Please.” She looked up at you and stuck her bottom lip out.

“Fine.”

“Yay!” She wrapped her arms around your shoulder and started to kiss your cheek over and over.

“Stop!” you wiped your cheek, and then punched her softly.

“I’ll see you after!”

“Mhm.” You watched her walk away holding hands with Tyler. You headed to this big room filled with your entire class. You had to line up in alphabetical order, and you knew absolutely no one in your line.

You tuned out the teachers giving their speech on graduation etiquette before heading out to the seats. You thought about the party, and your stomach started to fill with excitement and nerves. You had sips of alcohol before, but you’d never gotten drunk before. Maybe this was the summer of firsts.

The actual graduation ceremony went by fast. The valedictorians gave their speeches, and you watched as each person went up and shook hands with the principal, and then grabbed their diploma. When it was your turn, you focused on not tripping. You shook your principal’s hand, and it was sweaty. On your way back to your seat you remembered seeing your entire family waving at you.

It was a good feeling when everyone threw their caps up in the air. It was raining black, and it was difficult to dodge the falling obstacles. It took you a few minutes to realize that you were actually done with high school.

You found Mariah after the ceremony and she gave you another hug. “I can’t believe I’m done with school! Work here I come!”

“I still have school.”

“That’s okay, it’s summer now!” she smiled at you. You followed her out of the arena to find your parents in the sea of adults.

“There she is!” You could tell it was your dad who spoke behind you. You turned around and was immediately greeted with a hug from your brother.

“You did it, little sis.”

“Yeah I did!” you whispered into his shirt.

“My turn!” Bri pushed Johnny out the way and hugged you again. Next was your mom and dad. Their eyes were red with tears. You were glad that the rest of your family lived in Alaska, so you only had to deal with your parents crying as compared to some of your friends who had their whole families here.

“Hey mom, Mariah invited me to a party tonight and then I’ll spend the night at her house, is that okay?”

She pursed her lips as she looked over to your dad. He held his hands up as a way to say “don’t get me involved.”

“That’s fine, just make good choices. Just because you are eighteen and graduated doesn’t mean you get to be wild.”

“Obviously mom, I don’t get called ‘goody-two-shoes’ for no reason.”

The car ride home seemed like it took forever, and you were getting antsy for your first real party. You wanted to get out of your dress and put on leggings and a sweater.

Once you got home you headed up to your bedroom and got changed. You decided on your black leggings, and a maroon blouse and a jean jacket over it. You kept your hair and makeup the same.

You heard a knock on your door, “Can I come in?” your brother asked.

“Come on in!”

“Are you going to drink tonight?”

“Probably, why?” you got suspicious that he might tell your parents.

“Just be safe okay, I know the first party of the summer can get crazy! Just call me if you need me to pick you up!” he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you into a halfway side hug.

“Sure thing, thanks, big bro.” You shuffled away from his arm as he started to mess with your hair. “I gotta head out now, Mariah is going to be here in like two minutes.”

“Do you need condoms?”

“What the fuck Johnny.”

He shrugged, “I’m just looking out for my little sis.”

You rolled your eyes as you shut your bedroom door and ran downstairs.

“Have fun tonight!” you heard your mom call, but you were already headed out to Mariah’s car that was waiting.

“You get shotgun!” she yelled out the rolled down the window. You looked in the backseat to see Tyler sitting back there.

“Hey thanks, Ty,” you chuckled.

“We’re listening to Tyler’s music that he has been working on! This one is called Blasphemy!” she turned up the radio. The song was good. Sad. But good.

The barn wasn’t too far away, and as you all walked up, your body was filled with the sound of the bass. You started to sweat with nerves, but you took a deep breath and headed in.

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Neo City in San Jose Day 2 Pt. 2

a.k.a the part where I rant about the members and how great they are

Johnny - I’ve never been this sort of stan in the first place but I cannot look at this guy and think that he exudes daddy energy bc all I see is big Dad energy. The guy was throwing finger hearts and winking and cracking funny jokes and he made us all do the wave and the whoa so in conclusion, he is a Cool Dad(TM). Beethoven was shaking when he was playing the keyboard during interlude. He’s really cool when he dances and he has great thighs. Definitely got the loudest screams of the night. 11/10.

Doyoung - I’m....still not over it. Without contest the standout performer of the night. Everyone did amazing at the concert but there’s something really special about the way he sings and you look at his face and just feel everything that he’s singing even if you don’t understand the language.I didn’t realize till now how many times he begins and ends songs so the cameraman has excuses to just zoom in on his face for 10 seconds at the end of a song and just. Leave him there. I have a fancam of him during baby don’t like it and you can just hear me nervously laughing in the background bc wtf was that??? Also I wasn’t even looking at him while they were all giving speeches but @honto-ni sitting next to me was like “omg look at Doyoung’s arms” and he was crossing his arms and you could see his biceps from the balcony where I was.Thanks for that image I guess. I’m never gonna look at Doyoung the same. 11/10.

Taeil - I will be honest, I wasn’t paying as much attention to him early on bc I think the others were more noticeable with their stage presence but he really blossomed after the vocal unit stages! His melanin was popping and he nailed every single note he went for. I think he yawned during one of the ments and Mark and Johnny asked him “yo are you sleepy??” and he was like no no and did that little shimmy dance he always does and I found it really endearing. 11/10

Yuta - one of the bigger surprises of the night??? Like I always knew he was handsome but every time his face came up on the screen I was like wow he PRETTY pretty and he smiles really big too. Also his English pronunciation is surprisingly really clear! And I will say this time and time again -- put Yuta in vocal unit or just let him sing more HE SOUNDS FANTASTIC, 11/10!!

Taeyong - our representative!!! Besides having stellar stage presence as usual  (especially during baby don’t like it) he was really soft and smiley and I could tell he was having a lot of fun. I’m still kind of flattered that he said he liked the Bay Area so much and explored my hometown :’) Whenever the group was performing if you looked for Taeyong he was truly popping off with the choreo every time. I don’t really understand how he does that. Also, Taeyong with a headband. 11/10.

Jaehyun - had pink curly hair again which I’m really happy about bc I love idols with pink hair!! I love his more masculine dancing style, I think it makes him stand out in large group performances and he looked handsome as always in solo shots. Spoke really well during the mental too! Big fan of his sparkly jacket for Superhuman, 11/10.

Jungwoo - MY BABY BOY!!!! Who is surprisingly less baby during performances than you’d think and not in a sensual way but in like a really intense energetic way. I think it’s the hair and also he fact that he gets really hype really easily. During the lightstick part in Replay I thought he was gonna break his bones or something he was the literal embodiment of the GO CRAZY GO STUPID meme like my guy was flailing everywhere. VERY underrated dancer. Super fluffy during ments, 11/10

Haechan - the member with the second loudest cheers!!! I will never shut up about how talented this kid is like he has one of the clearest most unique voices in the industry and is IMO one of the best dancers in NCT and It Shows. He’s real pretty too like he was standing next to Johnny when Johnny was talking and I was staring at him like wow his eyes are so twinkly and his skin is really pretty too :( Also! He read the instructions on our fan banner all by himself I’m so proud of his improvement in English! 11/10

Mark - I’ll never forget mark clowning us for the fan project telling us to put our signs up for welcome to my playground (it’s your guys’s fault for cutting it off the setlist lmao) bc he let out the cutest giggle :( idk what to say about mark except for the fact that he’s very focused during performances, less dramatic like doyoung and taeyong but very stable and very precise dancer. He’s also very very cute. 11/10

#in conclusion im in love win every member of nct now #doyoung needs to leave me alone so i can stan jungwoo in peace #nct #nct127 #neo city in san jose day 2

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Quotes For You!!

Infuse your life with action. Do not wait for it to happen. Make your own future. Create your own hope. Create your own love. And all of your faith, honor your creator, not by waiting for grace to come down from upon high, but by doing everything you can to earn grace happen... yourself, right now, right down here on Earth. Bradley Whitford Motivational Life Future Hope Success is no accident. It is hard work, learning, studying, forfeit and first and foremost, appreciate of what it is you are doing or learning to do. Pele Work Success Hard Work Learning Love yourself for who you are, and trust me, even if you are happy from within, you are the most beautiful man, and your smile is the very best asset. Ileana D'Cruz Smile Finest Beautiful Me We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone. Orson Welles Friendship Alone Moment Live The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. Audrey Hepburn Beauty Eyes Heart Woman Peace is the beauty of life. It is sunshine. It is the smile of a young child, the love of a mother, the joy of a dad, the togetherness of a household. It is the progress of guy, the success of a just cause, the triumph of fact. Menachem Begin Life Smile Beauty Family Love myself I really do. Not all, but I love the great in addition to the bad. I really like my crazy lifestyle, and I love my hard discipline. I love my freedom of speech and the way my eyes get dark when I am tired. I really like that I've learned to trust people with my heart, even though it will get broken. I am proud of everything that I am and will become. Johnny Weir Good Myself Eyes Freedom Being deeply loved by someone provides you strength, while loving someone deeply provides you courage. Lao Tzu Power Courage Loved You Loving there's only 1 happiness in this life, to love and be loved. George Sand Life Happiness Loved Only Beauty is once you can love yourself. When you love yourself, that's when you are most beautiful. Zoe Kravitz Beauty Beautiful Yourself You Top 10 Love QUOTES View the listing Love me or hate me, both have been in my own favour. If you like me, I will always be in mind, and if you hate me, I will be in your mind. Qandeel Baloch Me Heart Hate Mind Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; just love can do that. Martin Luther King, Jr.. Forgiveness Light Hate Darkness Enjoy yourself. It is necessary to remain positive because beauty comes from the inside out. Jenn Proske Positive Beauty Yourself Important If you have only one smile in you give it to the people that you love. Maya Angelou Smile People You Just A flower can't blossom without sun, and man cannot live without love. Max Muller Flower Sunshine Live Man Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses. Ann Landers Friendship Good Confidence Fire I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness because it shows me the stars. Og Mandino Inspirational Stars Light Me Mama was my greatest teacher, a teacher of compassion, love and fearlessness. If love is sweet as a flower, then my mom is that sweet flower of love. Stevie Wonder Flower Mother Mother's Day Teacher Love the journey and try to get better every day. And don't lose the passion and the love for what you're doing. Nadia Comaneci Day Journey Passion You Nobody can predict the future. You simply need to give your all to the relationship you are in and do your very best to look after your spouse, communicate and give them every last drop of love you have. I believe one of the most important things in a relationship is caring for your significant other through good times and bad. Nick Cannon Good Best Future Relationship Do not forget to educate yourself positive things every day! You have to enjoy yourself internally to shine externally. Hannah Bronfman Positive Yourself Daily Love Yourself I'm having fun. I am being myself. I'm doing exactly what I love. That's all that matters. James Charles Myself Becoming Myself Having Fun Fun A great teacher can inspire trust, spark the creativity, and instill a love of learning. Brad Henry Good Learning Teacher Good Teacher A tree is known by its fruit; a man by his deeds. A fantastic deed is never lost; he who sows courtesy reaps friendship, and he who plants kindness gathers love. Saint Basil Friendship Great Kindness Wisdom I'm good, but not an angel. I am just a little girl in a big world trying to locate a person to love. Marilyn Monroe Good Girl I'm Devil When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive - to breathe, to think, to love, to appreciate. Marcus Aurelius can't sleep quotes Morning Think You Enjoy I think forgiveness is the best type of love in any relationship. It requires a strong person to say they are sorry and an even stronger person to forgive. Yolanda Hadid Best Dating Forgiveness Powerful I really like people who can smile in trouble, who can gather strength from distress, and grow brave by reflection. Leonardo da Vinci Smile Power Death Business Allow the beauty of what you love be everything you do. Rumi Work Beauty You Everything You Love The greatest healing therapy is friendship and love. Hubert H. Humphrey Friendship Moving On Recovery Therapy Never forget the three powerful resources you always have available to you: love, prayer, and forgiveness. H. Jackson Brown, Jr.. Prayer Forgiveness You Powerful Love is like a gorgeous flower which I may not touch, but whose fragrance makes the garden a place of delight just the same. Helen Keller Flower Beautiful Love Is Garden that I love a guy with a great sense of humor and who's intelligent - a man who has a fantastic smile. He must make me laugh. I enjoy a guy who's very ambitious and driven and who has a fantastic heart and makes me feel safe. I enjoy a guy who is very strong and independent and convinced - that is very sexy - but at the same time, he's very kind to people. Nicole Scherzinger Smile Good Sexy Me Study nature, love nature, stay near nature. It is going to never fail you. Frank Lloyd Wright Nature Learning You Never Study A joyful heart is a Start of greatness. It's an expression of humility. It's a basis for the development of such virtues as prayer, faith, courage, contentment, joy, love, and well-being. That dreams are more powerful than truth. That laughter is the only cure for grief. And I believe that love is more powerful than death. Robert Fulghum Dreams Death Background Hope True love does not happen right away; it's an ever-growing process. It develops after you've gone through several ups and downs, when you have endured together, cried together, laughed together. Ricardo Montalban True Love Collectively You Ups And Downs Can I provide peace now? Can I bring a smile to someone's head? Can I mention words of healing? Did I let go of my anger and bitterness? Can I forgive? Can I love? These are the real questions. I have to trust that the little bit of love I sow today will bear many fruits, here in this world and the life to come. Henri Nouwen Life Favorable Smile Today Liza, I love you more than any words could say. You've made me a whole person. You're all to me. And I can't think about living life with no. And that I love you eternally. David Gest Life I Love You Me Words Never make a decision when you're upset, sad, jealous or at love. Mario Teguh Sad Decision You Jealous Upset Family is a unique present that needs to be valued and valued, even if they're driving you mad. As much as they make you mad, upset you, frighten you, curse at you, attempt to restrain you, these are the people who know you the best and that love you. Jenna Morasca Family Best People Crazy Do not let insecurity or fear stop you from trying new things. Do what you love. And above all, be kind to others, even if you don't like them. Stacy London Stress Yourself Believe In Yourself You Happiness can't be traveled to, owned, earned, worn or consumed. Happiness is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, grace, and gratitude. Denis Waitley Happiness Gratitude Experience Grace Friends can help each other. A real friend is someone who lets you have total freedom to be yourself - and especially to feel. Or, not feel. Whatever you happen to be feeling at the moment is fine together. That is what real love amounts to - letting a person be what he really is. Jim Morrison Friend Freedom Moment Yourself Life is a song - sing it. Life is a game - play it. Life is a sacrifice - offer it. Life is love - enjoy it. Sai Baba Life Game Challenge Song I like to smile, even through the pain. Martin Luther King, Jr.. 

We do not find the meaning of life by ourselves alone - we find it with a different. Thomas Merton Life Alone Love Is Destiny I want to see my own attractiveness and also to continue to be reminded that I'm enough, that I am worthy of love with no effort, that I'm beautiful, that the feel of my hair and that the form of my curves, that the size of my lips, the color of my skin, and the feelings that I have are worthy and okay. Tracee Ellis Ross Beauty Beautiful I Am Hair We must develop and maintain the capacity to forgive. He who is devoid of the capacity to forgive is devoid of the ability to love. There is some good in the worst of us and some evil in the best of us. When we discover this, we are less likely to hate our enemies. Martin Luther King, Jr.. Fantastic Greatest Forgiveness Hate No better way is there to learn how to enjoy Nature than to know Art. As well as the boy who sees the thing of beauty that a bird on the wing becomes when transferred to canvas or wood will probably not throw the customary stone. Oscar Wilde Nature Beauty Flower Art We always love those who admire us, but we don't always love those whom we admire. Francois de La Rochefoucauld Always Admire Us Who Becoming a father increases your capacity for love and your level of patience. It opens another door in a person - a door which you may not even have known was there. That is exactly what I feel with my son. There is suddenly another amount of love that expands. My son is my biggest joy, out of everything in my life. Kyle MacLachlan Life Father Son Patience A puppy will teach you unconditional love. If you can have that in your own life, things won't be too bad. Robert Wagner Life Dog You Bad it's easy to hate and it is difficult to love. This is how the whole scheme of things works. All good things are difficult to achieve; and bad things are extremely easy to get. Confucius Good Hate Good Things Bad There is a sacredness in tears. They aren't the mark of weakness, but of electricity. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love. Washington Irving Sad Power Grief Tears Find joy in everything you decide to do. Every occupation, connection, home... it is your obligation to enjoy it, or change it. Chuck Palahniuk Change Home Relationship You Unconditional love actually exists in each of us. It's a component of the deep inner being. It is not too much an active emotion for a state of being. bad time quotes It is not 'I adore you' with this therefore, not 'I love you if you love me.' It's love for no reason, love with no object. Ram Dass I Love You Me You Love Me Behold, my friends, the spring is come; the earth has received the embraces of the sun, and we shall soon find the results of their love! And even if they don't, they never were. Khalil Gibran Moving On You Never Always Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none. William Shakespeare Trust Wrong None Couple Of Black as the devil, hot as hell, pure as an angel, sweet as love. Charles Maurice de Talleyrand Black Sweet Hot Devil I actually love to ride my bike. When I wish to simply get away and be by myself and clear my head, that's exactly what I do. Kyle Chandler Myself Ride Motorcycle Want Do not ever criticize yourself. Don't go about all day long thinking,'I'm unattractive, I am slow, I'm not as smart as my brother' God wasn't having a terrible day when he left you... In case you do not enjoy yourself in the ideal way, you can't love your neighbor. You can not be as good as you're supposed to be. Joel Osteen Good God Brother Day Be happy with being you. Enjoy your flaws. And know that you're equally as perfect as anybody else, just as you are. Ariana Grande Be Happy Happy You Flaws Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold. Zelda Fitzgerald Heart Nobody How Hold A birthday is just another day where you go to perform and people give you love. Age is just a frame of mind, and you are so old as you think you are. You have to count your blessings and be happy. Abhishek Bachchan Work Birthday Day Age You cannot control who you fall in love with, even when you're at the sad, confused period of your life. You don't fall in love with people because they're fun. It simply happens. Kirsten Dunst

[bopeepwritingsheep]

Hollow Patriarch // TAZ Fic // John!dad AU

TAZ writers discord got me On Brand again with relative ocs no one asked for, this time spawned from the idea of John and Merle parallels where John was also a father before the Hunger. He was not a good one.

Jane remembers falling asleep, listening to her dad’s voice and drifting off. Her dad could always get her to fall asleep by reading to her, not because he did all the voices or anything like that, but his voice is just the most soothing thing Jane’s listened to. She loves her dad’s voice and she thinks it’s amazing that other people like it so much too.

Dad had traveled for months, all around the world getting more and more popular and speaking to bigger and bigger crowds. People talk about her Dad at school, adults look at her differently, eyes a little gazed as they glance at her and whisper behind their hand. The other kids talk about their own parents, riveted and stuck to the screen when parts of her dad’s speeches make it onto the news.

Jane is so proud of him, even if she misses him. He’s very busy though, he’s changing the world and how people think. He’s magic like that, the whole world is learning to love the voice she’s loved her entire life. When he comes home she hasn’t talked to him in months, she always misses his calls because of the difference in time zones. She runs to hug him, Dad hugs her back but his arms are stiff and his hands feel colder than they should.

His smile is colder when he reads her a story--she pretends to go to sleep just so he’ll stop.

he remembers going with Johnny to see Dad’s big talk. She settles into the stadium, in special VIP area where she doesn’t have to squint at the big LED screens to see her dad’s face. She doesn’t mean to fall asleep during his speech, but she just feels so at peace, so relaxed.

Then she wakes up drowning.

Johnny remembers everything. Remembers his father leaving them with barely a goodbye to travel the world and give his bitter monologue of malaise. He remembers being so angry, because with Dad gone he has to quit track and field so that he can be sure he can still pick up Jane from school and take her to swim practice because at least one of them should be happy.

Dad calls the first week but each subsequent call comes later and later until he starts lying to Jane that he just called while she was asleep or at practice.

Johnny remembers being angrier than he’s ever been before on the day that Dad finally comes home. How he’d screamed at the old man when he’d finally cornered his father alone, Jane out at swim practice. How his Dad had just stood there with that damn smile on his face the entire time. Had apologized for how Johnny felt, but not for his own actions. How Johnny would understand if he’d just listen to him, if he would just come to his talk tomorrow. He Promises it will be the last one, then he’ll be home for a while.

If anyone had asked him then, Johnny would have insisted he only went because someone needed to watch Jane. Not because his father’s words resonated deep in his gut, made his stomach flip because wasn’t he right? What was life really worth? What was the entire point?

Johnny is his father’s son. He is dissatisfied.

John thinks he loved his children once. Abstractly, he thinks he loves the idea of them now, a legacy, something to prove that he existed upon the world long after he's dead. Two individual lives that he crafted by hand. Objectively, that is an appealing prospect and at some point, he must have found it appealing. To have looked to look at this venue, fatherhood and family, for a sense of meaning.

In spite of everything, he just doesn’t find it.

He has fond memories of them, sitting in a giant blanket fort he and Jane had constructed in the living room or watching Johnny win races and loft a trophy over his shoulders. There are a million little things and once upon a time he thinks they might be his salvation. However, Jane and John who stare up at him with his own eyes, they never keep the despair away for long.

When they’re young and in need of such constant care the distraction works, they keep him moored, tethered and anchored so he can withstand the intense storms of despair. Then they grow, begin to care for themselves and every so slowly John realizes they don’t truly need him. That their love is only a diversion, that no matter what they are simply another failed attempt at reaching for something more that doesn’t exist.

That cannot exist in the world as it is.

He leaves them, he supports them, he isn’t a monster who would leave those he is legally responsible for destitute but he drifts. They’re less important than his work, than his speeches, than the minds of every single being his words touch, every mind that he infects with the overwhelming and aching truth. With every mind that he sways in his favor he forgets, just a little bit the small satisfactions he felt with John’s first words or Jane’s first steps.

Distractions from a greater purpose, from the ultimate goal.

There is the smallest pang of regret, not quite for them and not quite for himself, that while both of his children have the same deep-set eyes, grey like a storm on the sea, his eldest has his eyes. The look of utter malcontent, there is more rage there perhaps but all the same, John’s identical despair buried just beneath the surface. Once is a mistake, twice is a coincidence, and he watches his youngest like a hawk--Waiting for the inevitable, the proof that she is just as far gone as her elders.

He finds it when he comes home when she lies to escape his gaze, when she hides behind a fragile smile but he sees the flickers of it. John sees the beginning of the end in his daughter’s eyes.

John is dissatisfied with his life, with his world, with his very blood and so is the rest of the world, they’re just waiting to be shown.

#taz fic #john. #yes john's son is also named John because I'm Like That #Johnny and Jane are very loosely defined ocs at this point but like I have A Lot Of Feelings about them #john!dad au #johnny and jane.