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annieofhearts · 8 months
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Tagged by @galwithalibrarycard. Thank you for the tag!! 😁 💞
Last song you listened to: Such A Simple Thing by Ray LaMontagne. It was in a Apple Music playlist called Verão acústico (Acoustic Summer). Had never heard of the artist before, but really liked it!
Currently Watching: Technically the HBO tv series The Last Of Us, but I stopped midway through the episode right after the Bill & Frank ep, and that was like two months ago or smth lol so now I should probably go back and just re-watch the whole thing but haven't yet 'cause I'm lazy. 🤦🏽‍♀️ 😅
Currently reading: I wanna say A sociedade autofágica: capitalismo, desmesura e autodestruição (The Self-Devouring Society: Capitalism, Narcissism, and Self-Destruction) by Anselm Jappe, but it's suffering from the same curse as TLOU, as in: I started a while ago and kinda abruptly stopped and now have to go back and read it from the beginning lmao (this is a recurring theme with me tbh, sometimes I just lose the rhythm of things and it's just easier to stop altogether and start from scratch).
Current obsession: oh man, I feel like the Ronance (Robin/Nancy from Stranger Things) obsession is definitely still there even though not as strong as a few weeks ago? ...maybe? (probably not, still pretty strong brainrot tbh) lmao but also those Interior Design/Architecture videos on YouTube, ykwim? like Never Too Small and some Brazilian ones like Life by Lufe. I love watching them and kinda day dreaming about living in spaces as beautiful and well curated as those. (Currently living in a reeeally small apartment and it's gotten very messy so I guess this is one of my coping methods, one could say lol). Oh! Also those videos with audiophile set ups (listening rooms, vinyl collection etc) but precisely because of the aesthetics of it all, some of those have just really nice decor. It's all about the decor baby! 🤩
I feel like these were very unsatisfactory/lame answers but it was very honest so hey, at least there's that! lmao 😂
Not tagging anyone specifically, but if you see this post and you feel like joining in the fun, please consider yourself tagged! 😉
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ye-local-simp · 2 years
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Hii! I'm here to request a twst match-up please.
I'm 5'3 with a plus-size body type. I have short brown hair, and Hazel eyes. I also wear glasses and have terrible eye sight without them on.
My two main love languages is physical touch and quality time. I especially love cuddling. To my friends I can either be really sweet and understanding or a complete menace (I enjoy switching between the two to see what happens). I'm also prone to be very tempermental, certain things just make me angry beyond belief. I can also be really creative and think of different characters and storylines. Though that motivation and creativity comes mostly on speractic bursts. Other than that I am generally really shy, and fairly quiet when in public. I get a lot of anxiety when I'm somewhere I'm not too familiar with like new restaurants for example. I also hate parties and prefer to be at home in my room. Generally speaking, the only you can bribe into doing something, like going to a party is via food. I'm a very food driven person to be frank.
I am mostly interested in anything that challenges me to be creative. Such as drawing, painting, piano, writing, and make-up. However, with as many things that I do enjoy doing, I tend to just mope around doing nothing. Half because of the headaches I get, half because of what I mentioned earlier (motivation and creativity coming in bursts). For the most part, the only hobby that I do consistently is make-up. I find it to be very therapeutic in a way.
Some other things I like, Paranormal horror movies, caffeine, gaming, stuffed animals, listening to music, swimming, and anime.
Hopefully this wasn't too much or too little for you. I didn't mean to cause trouble for you if so.
Congrats on the followers btw, I'm sure your only going to continue to grow even more from here.
Okay, the person I would Match you up with has to be....
Trey!!!!
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-Trey already helps his family out in a bakery so he is used to seeing people chubby and he is also the type of person to try to make you feel loved so size definitely never mattered to him and as a fellow glasses-wearer, he understands the struggles of wearing glasses.So you two find each other very relatable. As for the love languages, you both have similar ones with him loving to shower you with gifts like his famous confectionary and spending time with you. He also likes tending to your needs so if you need cuddles, he is already there.
-Trey is always nice to the people around him but when you act like a menace to your friends, he does find a bit funny. When you get angry, he has so many coping methods stored in his mind, especially when he has to deal with Riddle's anger too. He also supports your interests so if you like making stories, you bet he will listen to them.
He already knew that you didn't like parties even before you dated but nonetheless he invites you anyway so you dont feel like missing out. If you actually do go to the party, he is at your side for the whole party. However, it you dont feel like going, he will bring back some food or bake with you the next day.
The only problems in your relationships would be that may sound a lot less energetic with you since he works pretty much 24/7 which also mean that he has less time to spend with you.
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sophieakatz · 2 years
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Thursday Thoughts: Baymax!
Recently I watched Baymax! – a series of animated shorts on Disney+ set in the world of Big Hero 6. This show follows the titular robot as he roams through San Fransokyo, on a never-ending quest to provide free healthcare for all. It’s completely adorable and heartfelt, and consistently funny. Best of all, each episode presents a different physical or mental health issue and handles the situation with refreshing frankness and thoughtfulness. Neither the illness nor the patient is ever the butt of the joke – with the possible exception of the cat who swallowed a Bluetooth earphone, but then an unhappy cartoon kitty will always be funny. Baymax’s clumsiness and literal-mindedness are this show’s primary source of humor – he is a robot after all, and basically just a balloon with legs. He is also, evidently, incapable of giving up; though his patients protest, Baymax will provide care.
I’ve seen some important opinions online from disabled people who have pointed out that Baymax’s tenacity is a flaw. Simply put, it is not a good thing for a healthcare provider to refuse to take no for an answer. Reflecting on the movie Big Hero 6, Baymax will only shut down if he is told, “I am satisfied with my care.” He does not respond to a simple, “No.” The Baymax! shorts portray Baymax’s unshakable determination to help people as harmless and laughable, instead of as an issue with medical consent. In the real world, many patients – especially people with chronic illnesses – are talked over instead of listened to when it comes to making important decisions about their wellbeing. This can lead to both overmedication and undermedication, and just plain improper treatment.
I see where these viewers are coming from. At the same time, Baymax does respond to “no.” He refuses to give up on solving the problem, yes. However, in every episode, when the patient shows that they are not okay with his methods, Baymax changes his methods. For example, when Sofia, a twelve-year-old panicking over her first period, shoves away the video about tampons and hides in the bathroom stall, Baymax quietly passes her the box of beginner pads, and he adopts a significantly calmer and gentler tone for the rest of the episode. Baymax tries a variety of exposure therapy options for Kiko, and he completely changes his approach the moment she mentions her deceased husband, recognizing that this is not simply a phobia. Baymax repeatedly demonstrates that he is listening to his patients, using their own words in his responses to them – telling Kiko to “live a little,” and suggesting that Mbita “be courageous.” When Cass is stressed out to the point of accidentally hurting herself again over Baymax’s attempts to run the coffee shop, Baymax expresses remorse and takes the blame for her injury. The one time we see Baymax completely refuse to take no for an answer is when it’s a matter of life and death for the patient – when Mbita is experiencing anaphylactic shock.
In each short, the upshot is that what the patient needs even more than treatment is someone to acknowledge their emotions and tell them that everything is going to be okay. Baymax fills this role, and he also gives them the tools and information they need to help things be okay. This is a good story to tell, but it is not the only medical story. Not everything can be fixed with band-aids, shenanigans, and a lollipop.
An excellent next step for this show would be to include a story where someone tells Baymax, “I do not consent to your care” – perhaps because they have a chronic illness, something that cannot be “cured” and the person already knows how to cope with. The person could tell Baymax that they have had enough of medical professionals acting like they know everything even though they’ve never actually lived with the condition. This would give Baymax the opportunity to recognize that this is a problem he cannot “fix,” and that he is the kind of support that this person needs right now. Baymax could encourage the person to find a community who understands their experience, and he may help them find a chat room or support group for people with the same illness. And he’d bump into things with his big balloon body, and offer everyone a lollipop, and things would be happy in the end. Because that’s the kind of show this is.
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funtomb · 4 months
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girliepop canon analysis pre-sb.
she's a beta tester. we don't know why she was hired.
she only gets corrupted after she collects all the tapes and enters the room with glitchtrap.
if you collect all the coins and the plush and the mask in the cornfield, you hear her talking to glitchtrap. she sounds scared.
"There's no miscommunication… I understand…" idk chooses to interpret this as him berating her lol!
"Yes, I have it. I made it myself. I think you would like it." the homemade shit ass fursuit! my design is not the canon design
"No, no one suspects anything… Don't worry, I'll be ready, and I won't let you down. It will be fun." CONVINCING HERSELF. also i won't let you down implies that like. william is manipulating her into wanting to please him.
nessie97 implies 1997 is her birth year (slay me too!), so she's 25/26 in sb (2023).
also seems to go by nessie and ness in a relaxed setting.
Viking Blood Eagle Twelve-Month Calendar. blood eagle is a torture method.
"how to induce self-compliance" RELUCTANT. RELUCTANT.
"Did you search for 'help' by itself?" RELUCTANT. TRYING TO FUCKING GET HELP SOMEONE HELP HER.
"One day you're researching flowers and the migration patterns of bees (fascinating, right?) and the next day you type in 'How far can a human being be cut in half before losing consciousness'." for the love of fuck let her go.
"ordered three 'lifelike, human male rubber masks'" bhghgbhbhgbhgb. she was filming a reshoot of possibly in michigan let her be. but i also wonder if this was for the reconstruction of william's body, or to use as a base model for her own suit.
"I had no idea you were into IT stuff." starting to look into infiltrating the company's it department.
also "Or maybe you're just a good listener." yeah her problem is she listens too much.
"I came by your desk to say hi today and I don't think you even heard me. You had your face so close to the screen" clearly communicating with glitchtrap, possibly engaging in ( self? ) brainwashing.
she only got rainbow streaks after meeting glitchtrap. they may not be her preference.
"when you're actually ordering thumbscrews and having them delivered to the office" OKAY. I HAVE TO WONDER HOW MUCH OF THIS WAS WILLIAM AND HOW MUCH WAS HER. ONE OR BOTH OF THEM KINDA STUPID. LOVE THEM THOUGH!
"There's the bright, happy side of you that orders cupcake cookbooks, and rainbow hair extensions, and that glittery pink journal with all the pictures of puppies, and that's great." again i don't know if this is a cope or not, because by this point she's deep in it; i don't know if she was so much a glitter girl before ( though i do think she liked lisa frank, my fuckin girliepop ), or if this is leaning into the opposite of glitchtrap's whole deal to feel like her own person.
"But then there's the side of you that ordered chocolate and flowers for yourself and pretended they were from your boyfriend 'Brad.' … But, Ness, I also saw what you had written on that card. 'Flowers for your grave'? Why would you have an imaginary boyfriend who's threatening to kill you?" is this in ness's own writing? i'm wondering what brad is reference to. this could be interpreted as william sending those ( in which case, fucking disgusting, go back to hell get a job leave her alone ), or her sending them to herself in a bid for self-comfort ( assuming that either glitchtrap is going to kill her or she'll die on the job ).
"I didn't want to put this in writing, but over the weekend, did you happen to create an IT department email address for yourself and use company credentials to reach out to a subcontractor and access their system?" MISS THING ON HER MISSION IMPOSSIBLE GRIND.
"Does _pizzaplex mean anything to you? Whoever created those false credentials also used them to override security protocols and allow a data packet through after it was flagged as a virus." DELIVERED THE FUCKING RABBIT.
"Please just let me know you're OK. There is a package here for you from a fabric company. Are you making a costume? :-)" re/making the fucking rabbit costume. i could say something so vicious about ness's original draft of her costume being a fucking mess, and glitchtrap having her remake it into that tight shit we see in game.
Hi, Steve, I'm with Fazbear Entertainment tech support. Jim filled me in on your concern about a virus, and asked me to take a look at your system. If you can give me access, I'll get started ASAP. Thanks! V_A ok. here's her infiltration plan during the last few emails.
From: Mark Cho It's better than legit. V_A's got the virus isolated in one location now. Not sure why they're letting it linger in one spot rather than just wiping it out, but whatever, it's off our systems! i actually wonder at this and the point in isolating him / moving him to one location. was it a specific spot?
Somebody just turned off the safety features, I can't turn them back on. … All traces are gone. I just checked again. Are we sure V_A from Fazbear isn't still accessing the system? … I can't tell, I just lost admin access. … I can't shut down the system. all this leads to 'catastrophic system failure', giving ness / glitchtrap complete control of the plex.
vanessa did not go on the company retreat.
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heartbreakposting · 1 year
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I wonder if he misses me at all... Probably not. I wonder if he'd tell me if he did... Maybe ...
I'm back to making reckless decisions as a coping method. I know it's not healthy or safe, but i don't know what else to do... Like, i want sex and kink, but i don't have the spoons to find it in a healthy way, or the confidence to stick up for myself in hookup situations. You wouldn't think it would be that hard to say "I'm not okay fucking without protection" but for some reason i just don't.
Starting to think i might actually have a personality disorder or something. Like, part of me wants to protect myself and make safe choices, but another part of me wants to have fun and be reckless and doesn't care what the consequences might be. I'm constantly at war with myself over which side to listen to, and it's exhausting...
Idk if i should go out today. Like, i don't want to, but i do. I know i should tell him i don't feel good about it, but i don't know if i can. I just want to go back to the security of being in a relationship with someone i trust with my whole heart.
Frank shouldn't have to be responsible for keeping me safe, but i don't know how to do it without him. I don't know if I'm strong enough... Why does everything have to be so difficult and scary and overwhelming? I don't know how people do it.
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davidsclassblog · 2 years
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Blog Post #1
Donnie Darko is a teenage boy with mental problems. He has a therapist that his parents pay $200/hr to listen to his problems.(5:29). His illness is definitely new because his mother says “I don’t even recognize my child.”(6:40). Donnie gets woken up by a voice in the middle of the night that made him sleepwalk. The voice said “I’ve been watching you.”(8:25). Donnie starts sleepwalking and ends up outside of his house. The rabbit, which would later be revealed as “Frank”, gives Donnie an eerie message. He gives him a countdown of 28 days, 6 hours, 42 mins and 12 seconds. (9:59). Frank later tells Donnie that “that is when the world will end.”, and Donnie replies with “why?” Donnie later goes for a walk while sleepwalking and according to a classmate, he was seen at a golf course. This rabbit-figure ends up saving Donnie’s life in the beginning of the movie because a plane engine fell directly into his room. (12:48). Though, since it is a horror movie, the things that are messing with him could’ve caused that to happen. He tells his therapist about Frank and tells her that Frank told him to follow him “into the future.” (23:30). Later on in the movie, you can see that Donnie is changing. Donnie starts to act more aggressive. In one scene of the movie, Donnie is in class and he goes up to the board and questions Mrs. Farmer’s teaching methods. (41:55). He raises his voice aggressively and walks towards her. According to her, Donnie told her to shove the lifeline exercise card into her anus. (43:15) He walked out of the room with his parents and had a big smirk on his face, insinuating that he did indeed say that. Who wrote the movie Frank is heard saying things that could ultimately influence Donnie's actions you can hear him say “I can show you the way.” (44:56). This influence is later seen when Donnie starts asking about time travel in school. (45:20). Donnie’s getting worse because he’s sitting in the living room with company and he sees this weird sort-of energy thing coming out everyone’s chest when he gets up to get a beer. (51:30). According to Donnie’s therapist, his aggressive behavior and detachment from reality has gotten worse because he “can’t cope with the forces in the world he perceives to be threatening.” (55:13). Donnie is shown staring at a mirror with a knife trying to stab Frank. (55:57). She states that he’s having hallucinations and could possibly be schizophrenic. (56:02). Later on, Donnie stands up at a school assembly and straight up insults the guest speaker. (59:20). Donnie almost seems like a “normal” person thanks to Gretchen. She helps him feel good things while he’s being mentally tortured by these beings. He went to the movies with her and Frank showed up next to them. He was literally sitting next to them. (1:07:11). I guess the theme of good vs. evil can come into place here. The good [Gretchen] and the evil [Frank] are both sitting next to Donnie. This is contemporary because we all have problems in life, and some of us are fortunate enough to have someone to help us navigate through those problems. Donnie asks Frank to take off his costume and Frank does it. He takes off the rabbit head and he’s just a normal guy. (1:08:03). Frank shows Donnie the movie and makes him see a portal. (1:09:26). He later shows him a building and tells him to burn it to the ground. Donnie goes and burns down a “kiddie porn dungeon.” (1:15:21). The police arrested the school’s guest speaker due to him being involved with that building. Donnie later admits to Dr. Thurman to flooding his school and burning down Cunningham’s house. (1:23:14)...
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deadqcaxds · 2 years
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before i start, i'd like to clarify that writergram is one of the most welcoming and supportive communities to have ever existed. it is a very fulfilling place to belong to, with a lot to learn and a lot to share.
but as far as i am concerned, i have faced a few problems nevertheless, causing me to vanish from my account for months. the writing community itself has not much role to play in creating them per se, so it can mostly be concluded that i was lacking.
so here are three of the situations i faced and my advice on them. if anyone else out there is going through the same thing, i hope this post helps :D
algorithm— okay, writing community or not, instagram's ever-changing algorithm is a pain in the ass for everyone and coping up with it isn't an easy task. what had me however, was the fact that few people got loads of followers and fantastic engagement somehow, while i kept hitting rock bottom.
and to be very frank, i felt that a few of them didn't even deserve their hype. they had low effort posts, used backgrounds, fonts and colors, i couldn't even read, didn't engage in anyone else's post and didn't follow the most important rule of writergram— supporting others. this was one of the most important reasons why i left. i couldn't agree with the fact that my effort was practically useless.
advice— listen people, it's no use feeling inferior or jealous of others, that's absolutely pathetic. if it triggers you that people are doing so much better with such less labor, block those accounts or restrict them so that you don't get reminded of it continuously.
secondly, the algorithm exists for a reason and even if it is crap, it is still a major method to grow your account. follow it, keep up with it and make sure everyone else keeps up with it in your posts as well. trust me, it takes some time, especially if you are a small account, but it will help you grow exponentially in just a bit. you need a tiny bit of patience for that, so hang in there mate, don't give up :)
school— personally, i cannot relate to this because i'm crap at giving a crap about school, but when i created this account, i was actually at the fag end of my 12th grade in science stream (indians out there can understand the pressure).
so even if i didn't care about my subjects, mentally it was still very taxing and this is coming from someone who has surpassed the limits of irresponsibility (you can ask my friends if you don't believe me).
advice— as many writergrammers have said before, prioritize school. especially if you are the sincere type, PRIORITIZE SCHOOL, PRIORITIZE YOUR GRADES, PRIORITIZE YOURSELF!
please, spending time on your posts is absolutely not worth getting a C or a 70% for (i got them, i'd know). the crushing guilt you'll feel afterwards will kill you., LISTEN TO ME!
mental health— keeping up with the numerous posts of numerous people in your numerous following, genuinely supporting them, trying to keep up with the benchmark other writing accounts seem to reach so easily can be exhausting. i know, i feel you.
and then the regular interaction with people can be extremely nerve wracking for people who overthink anything they text, but unfortunately making friends, and close ones at that, is very essential to the writing community.
advice— take a break oh my god. and i'll repeat that, TAKE A FUCKING BREAK! if you were already on hiatus, EXTEND IT! what do you think matters more? yourself? or the engagement on your posts? no one expects you to post regularly and give your fullest in each of them., so you shouldn't be too hard on yourself either.
and about your insecurity of texting, none of the people here are monsters, if you talk to them about your problems with talking to them, i'm pretty sure you'd be surprised that none of them mind much, well, most of them probably don't even care, they are just happy that you text them at all :D
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chrisevansgoodgirl · 3 years
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hey there, so i have a question. who would you, as a scorpio, date from chris’ characters? i am a scorp and i loveeee Andy so so much, and I know he would be an amazing daddy to me, I know he would take care of me and dote on me, but…based on my real life experience, I think I could only imagine myself dating Ransom tbh. The toxicity? The meanness? I feel like he wouldn’t put up with my bullshit. I mean he would, but not in the way “now i’m offended and i’m gonna go cry bye”. He would just put me in my place and omg yeeesssss just fuck the attitude outta me. On the other hand, would he cheat? That I wouldn’t tolerate. Like the whole relationship would be a nasty sex, throwing insults at each other and at our weakest moments we would be disgustingly clingy and sappy. (Also, bonus question: what sign do you think Andy is? 👀 I wanna know our compatibility)
Sorry for taking so long, I was really thinking about it lol.
It is hard to just pick one and stick with it. When I’m in my dark, angsty moods, I fucking want Ransom. I think he can be so sweet if he really wanted and I think the way that he shows his version of love would be so unique and fun. The issue is, who would stop the argument? I think Ransom is very sensitive. Too sensitive. If you hurt him a little, he’s going to try to one up you. And scorpios are all about revenge (lol guilty) and it’s just never going to get resolved.
But then I know I want Andy like most of the time. I love him, I think he’s a beautiful person who just wants to help and make things better. That’s why he became a lawyer. And I can’t get over the fact that he loves his son so much and his wife and how badly he just wants a good, happy family. Andy would definitely love me the way that I should be loved, the way that would keep me long term happy. And I LOVE that he truly believed Jacob was innocent. I feel like that’s the loyalty that Scorpios crave. Bc idk about you, but I know people. I can read them pretty fast and I know pretty early on if something is well within their behavior. You know what I mean? It’s just about that unshakable trust that not many people have, but Andy does! he doesn’t trust many people, but the ones he does trust, he 1000000% trusts them.
But at the same time, I can’t pretend that he’s not a little closed off! That would be hard for me. That would start to weigh on me and that makes me feel like I would love Steve! He’s a cancer (and I’m currently experiencing a real life cancer obsession 🙄 and honestly, I love how emotional he can be!) so with Steve, there would be SO MUCH and I know he can get consumed by things, I know he can get busy, but when he’s present, I know he would be the most loving person to ever exist.
Sexually, this might sound weird but I don’t think Ransom would always be perfect. Hear me out, I head canon Ransom as a Libra. Can they be good? Yes. Sexually, are they going to change to match your moods? Not unless you make them super mad. The problem with Ransom would be that sometimes he would be into his own emotions so much that he just wouldn’t care what’s going on with you or yours.
Andrew, on the other hand, would be so accommodating. And it’s just the fact that he has such a messy job. Like he constantly puts people in their place and like yeah, if Ransom yelled at me, I would be so fucking down, but like Andy wouldn’t need to yell at me. Like Ransom has to work for my respect, Andy just has it. If I was in a mood, I would push Ransom. I would never push Andy without his permission lol. And Steve, well, we know that that’s going to be a little different. I don’t head canon him as someone who isn’t into rough sex—like, he comes from the generation of war PTSD being ignored. Y’all wanna tell me they don’t have unhelpful coping methods? Steve is definitely an angry sex kinda person, but then he can be the softest bitch to ever exist.
Let’s get into the smaller characters. Dating? Not sure. But I would be down to be Freezy’s phone slut. Dead ass, he calls and I’m there. And I’d prob get super attached and he wouldn’t give me any reason to, but I’d still do it. Any day, any time. And I would talk about other guys to get on his nerves even though there are definitely no other guys.
Frank is an interesting one. He’s busy but when Mary is older, when life is a little more settled, I think he would be perfect. It might be irritating to a Scorpio how slow he is to trust and let them into his life, but idk I feel like he could definitely grow into a really great partner. He looks like he craves the same things Andy does—a perfect family.
So! Andy’s sign. I’m torn between two. The obvious part of me wants to say a Capricorn. His work ethic, his determination, his need for control. At the very least, a few Caps are in his chart. But I could also hear the case for him being a Virgo. Something about his modest vibes, his reserved nature, how quiet he is, but also still, how he handles himself at work. I would love to hear what you think, too! Are there any other signs you think would work?
I’ll also tell you which ones I definitely know he’s just not! Not an Aries—if I talk shit about Aries a lot, I do apologize. I didn’t have great experiences with them but currently, I have two friends. That’s it. They are both Aries lol. So, my opinion of them has been corrected BUT Andy has enviable control of his emotions. His anger, specifically. Sure. He had his moments, but he also tested positive for that gene. He wouldn’t be able to control himself if he was an Aries. I don’t think he’s a fire sign at all. He’s too controlled.
And as much as I love Tauruses and as compatible as I am with them, deep down, I just know he’s not a Taurus. There’s something missing that I don’t necessarily think he’s as earthy as they usually are.
And listen, as much as I don’t like them (except Daddy!), I am willing to admit, he could be a Gemini. Laurie felt like he didn’t listen sometimes, def a Gemini thing. And I do feel like sometimes there were two different versions of Andy, not wholly different, but just sometimes he was a little unpredictable.
Definitely not a libra or cancer. I don’t know a lot about Pisces. I don’t think he’s weird enough to be an Aquarius lol, but I could be wrong about that. So yeah, I’m leaning toward Cap or Virgo.
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littlebabycrybtch · 3 years
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ughh i hate starting niche shit that ik ppl will immediately reject without even considering it but. dude ngl the anti tablet thing with kids is becoming so exhausting. like PLEAASE fucking hear me out for a sec. theyre probably watching fucking cocomelon and elmo. bro. theyre learning numbers and shapes dude. why do you think thats harmful. genuinely ask yourself why on earth that would hurt them. children being entertained by childrens media or games literally designed to enrich their young minds is not fuckin bad. it exists for a reason. it is made for them. kid tablets arent the devil lmao.
im sorry but yall know parents like... ARENT legit superheroes and actually do inherently need to leave their child to their own devices from time to time just so they can complete other necessary tasks so they both survive right. you know demonizing every single instance of witnessing a parent taking care of themselves at what you perceive as even the slightest expense of their kid is not just an unattainable unrealistic standard, but just. downright Cruelty. seeing a kid with a tablet for 2 seconds and being like ‘wow i bet their parents make them do that for like 8 hours a day while they just sit there lifelessly :///’ is just... such a WILD leap. like no forreal why is this idea so ingrained. to be frank its this malicious ‘parents are lazy and terrible until proven hero’ mentality which is so fucking needlessly damaging. why do you literally think its automatically evil to let a kid watch educational yt kids in a stroller !! why is a parent expected to be their childs resource literally 24/7 when its obvious they literally cannot bc they have to be their own resource too !! ik sympathetic reasoning towards parents aint ppls strong suits and no you do not have to have your own kids to judge, but damn man yall could at least try to be Educated on raising kids b4 u spread this shit. 
‘uu just handing them a tablet and ignoring them is gonna damage them’ my guys, you can give kids Plenty of attention and 1-on-1 time, but theyre autonomous human beings, after a certain point they actually Need to learn to entertain themselves and this happens sooner in life than you think. most infants learn how to self soothe a little by 6 months. sometimes ur kid might Prefer to watch smth than talk to you or w/e, and its honestly not a sign ur neglecting them. its a sign ur raising them with enough care that theyre starting to want to navigate on their own. independent play is Good. its Good for them to learn their own interests and what makes them happy. sometimes kids dont WANT your attention, or cant have it at the moment. or sometimes ur kid doesnt WANT to be at walmart, and they have the right to feel upset theyre somewhere against their will, but ofc u kinda have to buy them food so they live and shit. so distracting them with smth both educational and fun, long enough to get in, do what you need to do, and get out is... is not just ‘okay’, but a perfectly healthy and responsible thing to do in that situation, instead of letting them scream and be upset just to ‘prove’ you’re the boss while you don’t give them anything to cope with besides yourself, like its a good thing for them to not form any personal soothing skills. most parents are not Forcing a tablet on their kid, they offer it as an enriching solution to unavoidable situations where they cant be directly interacting, just like the purpose of any other toy, except this one has a much more engaging interface. and uh, lbr, you can neglect a kid with any method for this. seriously, nagging them to go play outside for 8 hours every time they annoy you can be just as neglectful for them, and make them feel just as ignored and rejected and under stimulated as it could be to leave them with a tablet for that long. and dont even get me Started on special needs kids who might need devices to cope even from a young age bc i just fuckin......... please fucking listen. im not exaggerating or playing devils advocate for fun here. the assumptions abt this are truly miserable.
tldr;;; there are not demons in the computer screens tryna rot childrens brains, ur ass grew up watching bill nye the science guy in classroom settings, ik its hard as hell to recognize flaws in such widely socially ingrained concepts but can you guys..... please just Try to be more understanding and think abt how u treat parents, and tbh how you view kids. its harmful to be so ignorant abt childrens needs and how their minds work. yall kinda act like when ur a parent it becomes a crime to still be a human person or smth like thats reasonable and not an incredibly cruel set up against them, and you act like kids are a one-size-fits-all love robot where its as simple as putting in the universal codes every day to raise them right. theyre literally just people and its a bit more complex than that
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MASH...
MASH...
favorite character: listen. (grabs you)listen. It's trapper, it's trapper.
least favorite character: it's so easy to say frank, and so that's what im going to do. if I had to dig deep into my soul and come up with a more honest answer(because dont get me wrong, I hate frank. but there are slimier one-off characters), I would say that freak who tried to frame margaret for assault. oh oh !oh!!! and that captain loudon wainwright iii played for like three episodes. he barely has 2 lines but I hate his ass. no reason I just don't like him.
5 favorite ships: hawkey and trapper, bj and peg, bj and hawkeye, max and soon-lee :-), and radar and that one girl he met at the airport, because omg...young love................ ..
character I find most attractive: this is actually so funny but if you eliminate trapper(arms) it's a tie between bj and margaret. little a man crunch for the dyke in the back row(me.)
character I would marry: klinger :-). or any of the nurses. margaret I wish I could say I'd get on with, but she's the exact sort of person that I for whatever reason just can't get along with irl
character I would be best friends with: klinger I think! max is so similar to some of my irl friends and just seems like a real great person to be friends with.
a random thought: putting a pin in this one. I share plenty of those here already
an unpopular opinion: not sure how unpopular this is, but wlw klinger is so important to me. I defo understand not being comfortable with interpretations that portray klinger as a trans woman but like... indulgence. in a transgender and homosexual way. on both fronts.
my canon otp: max and soon-lee.......they're sort of thrown together at the end but (at least from where I'm sitting) it managed to feel natural, and they clearly care about eachother a lot. also staying with soon-lee to help find her family was obviously a big character moment for klinger wrt maturity, and one I enjoyed a lot more than the on-screen end of max's gender-nonconformity.
non-canon otp: you already know what's happening here. "what a picture you are of gluttony....greed..lust. oral sensation."
most badass character: bizarre question to ask but I'll say margaret because she was a #girlboss
pairing I am not a fan of: ohhh mash fans drive me up the wall. let me count the ways: 1.) non-platonic pairings involving radar and anyone over like..20 if im being honest. especially with henry(established father figure.) radar's what, 19? next. 2.) hawkeye and frank. not much to say just tear em' fascists down. not like that. 3.) charles and klinger. just doesn't do it for me. -4/10 because of established charles-is-racist-and-this-is-bad reasons.
character I feel the writers screwed up: tuttle. 0/10 why did they kill him off so soon. rest in peace, captain.
favorite friendship: hawkeye and margaret...two of them. sometimes a friendship is just you and another you but with wildly different coping methods.
skipping the adoption question because I see these characters more as objects of thirst rather than parental figures and don't care to cross those wires like that.
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rabbitindisguise · 4 years
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*rubs temples* I'm so glad mental illness has become a bigger conversation that includes more people but god, if the cost is fielding well meaning people that think self depreciation is a sign of mental illness so severe that they Strongly Believe they need a therapist because those stupid fucking "if you stop saying mean things about yourself, you'll feel better!" posts . . . is it worth it? Is it really worth it.
CW: frank discussion of mental illness symptoms, mention of suicide and self harm
Because here's some actual symptoms to watch out for:
A suicide attempt (if they asked)
Fresh self harm injuries (if they asked)
Signs they point out and ask you to look for
Someone asking for help with their mental health
Someone going "I don't have any idea what could possibly be causing my low mood, lack of appetite, enjoyment of the world, and loss of interest in activities lasting several months" and asking for advice
That's it. Otherwise you need to learn to mind your business. Mentally ill people did not ask to be harassed for simply going out in the world as themselves. A mental illness isn't like . . . a discreet part of your personality that infects you that if you get rid of it, you'll be Normal. When I go from "being suicidal" and "not being suicidal" there is no change in my personality. (Example: I cope with my mental illness with reading and watching media, because I'm a writer, and that's how I process emotions- this is true regardless of if I'm miserable or happy. I've decided that media consumption is a sign that I'm doing well. Someone who hates violence who watches that kind of stuff in order to make themselves suffer because they feel bad they get squeamish during scary movies might decide that finding themselves turn to violent media is a sign they're not handling it well. Notice that no bystander is a part of these decision! And that mental illness isn't interchangeable!) Everyone has a base level "these are the circumstances in which life does not feel worth living" that's shaped by their wants, their needs, and their perceptions. Their reactions are shaped by who they are as a person.
Because here's the thing. Armchair diagnosis includes assuming someone is doing poorly, even if you already know they have depression. You don't know them. They might be doing great. The thing that is commonly an "unhealthy" coping mechanism might be a healthy coping mechanism for them- which is why I fuckin hate the un/healthy dichotomy, especially when it comes to behaviors that in no way diagnose mental illness whatsoever. That's like . . . asking someone with ADHD if their meds are working because they talk fast. It's incredibly offensive and ableist.
"Be willing to talk about depression" is supposed to be like, someone who's been on depression medication for years comes up to you like, "I have something to tell you" because they're sick of hiding pill bottles. It's voluntary self disclosure. It's outing yourself for visibility. It's being willing to hear someone say "I'm having a hard time and insurance is making it even harder." It's not an opportunity to assume you know the perfect CBT method to cure them. Because that's what these type of interactions imply. That you know better than the mentally ill person about their mental illness, and if they just listen, they'd be neurotypical.
I don't care if you're mentally ill yourself. Don't be a condescending asshole. You're not their therapist, and if you make it worse, they can't legally hold you liable for fucking over their mental health because of being guilted and shamed by people like you. A significant number of therapy appointments are therapists teaching mentally ill people not how to cope, but how to set boundaries between themselves and others close to them so that they can be mentally ill in peace. Mentally ill people deserve to be alive even if they're evil little gremlins that don't drink kale smoothies just because you read on the internet it can "help." Lots of things ""help"" but aren't worth the upkeep. Lots of things are also fucking ridiculous to recommend when it has no bearing on the situation whatsoever. I can rub my tummy for a stomachache, but that has fuck all to do with a sprained ankle. Depressed people aren't a monolith. Depressed people can have allergies to kale. (This is a metaphor I don't mean literally. Though this is also a true literal statement.)
It doesn't help that everyone who defends themselves from comments like these gets the whole "isn't taking care of themselves" spiel. What the fuck do you know? Do you have access to their therapy/medic/yoga plan? Do you have any training whatsoever? No? Then keep your thoughts to yourself. It should not be a move of a "bad" mentally ill person to reject the unqualified, uninformed, nonsensical opinions of strangers/acquaintances/friends/significant others/family as ultimately dangerous and/or obnoxious. In my book, that person is well informed of their needs and capable of setting boundaries, two important skills to have . . . which are more skills than repeating stuff you read on the internet in a way that implies that the person is bad at their mental illness because they don't fit your narrow idea of "coping."
tl;dr you're not their therapist and you need to mind your business because what you're doing is dangerous to people's wellbeing
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seokjinsdisciple · 4 years
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A Tiny Favor
jimin x reader, ex!namjoon x reader
warnings: supernatural, some language maybe, tbh this one is pretty pg
Word Count: 1.7k 
The lights surrounding the bus stop were flickering, you checked over your shoulders a few more times. It was almost 2AM, the bus out of your run down town was running late, and as much as you wanted to go back to the comfort of your own home, you knew that was impossible. You sat on the uncomfortable stone bench the terminal has outside, thinking about all of the reasons you were leaving this godforsaken town. 
Yes, you hated it here, your job didn’t pay you as well as it should and your rent was more expensive than it needed to be. Those were all good reasons, you tried to convince yourself, but you knew the real reason why you had left was your now ex-boyfriend. It’s not like there had been anything wrong, at least, that you could prove. Namjoon had just started acting weirdly, and it put you off. So now, you were running away. Like the absolute coward, you were. 
It was almost funny that you had been so lost in your thoughts that you hadn’t seen him approach. That was, until you felt a presence next to you. 
Luckily, your eyes met with someone who was not your ex, but that didn’t make you feel any better. This man was gorgeous, and when you say gorgeous, you meant it. His perfect complexion, blonde hair, and smile took your breath away. As you tried to gain your composure, the most beautiful laugh you have ever heard filled your ears. 
“I would tell you to take a picture because it’ll last longer, but to be frank, my beauty wouldn’t show up.”
You rolled your eyes then, of course, a man that beautiful would be full of himself.
“You look like you are deep in thought,” he smiled, a knowing smile playing on his lips for just a second, “wanna talk about it?”
You took one last look at his face before letting out a sigh, “I don’t like talking to strangers about my problems.”
“I’m not a stranger!” He spoke, a flash of hurt crossing his face, but leaving as quickly as it had come, “I just meant that we can be friends…”
You knew this wasn’t smart. Telling a stranger everything about your life could get you into serious trouble, especially after you had gone through so much effort to try and disappear. There was just something so familiar about this guy that made you comfortable enough to start your story. 
You explained the whole situation about Namjoon, explaining details you had once forgotten, and answering any lingering questions. When he asked you to start at the beginning and tell you everything about this guy, you were shocked. It wasn’t exactly a short story, and most of your friends hadn’t cared to hear the whole story. But he was invested, hanging onto your every word as if his life depended on it. So you told that story too, and before you knew it, you had told him more stories than you could count. When a comfortable silence fell, he tsked. 
“Tell me,” he spoke, searching your eyes with his own, “Do you believe in God?”
At this you just scoffed, your life has been way too much of a mess for there to be a higher being involved in it. 
“I believe in ghosts more than I believe in God,” you laughed, glancing at the man’s half-smile. 
“Hmm, I think you are like a lot of people,” he winked, causing a laugh to bubble out of your throat, “We still haven’t introduced ourselves.”
“Ah,” you groaned, having been too invested in your stories to be polite, “I’m Y/N.”
“Y/N,” the man smiled, “I’m Jimin.”
“Thank you for listening to my stories, Jimin.” You smiled, glancing at the clock outside of the terminal, “What the-”
It read 1:52AM, only 10 minutes later than the time it had been when you looked at it at least an hour or two ago. Jimin followed your gaze, another knowing smirk on his lips. 
“Hm,” He sighed, glancing at the curious look in your eyes with a smile, “I guess it’s broken.”
You just nodded, standing up, “I’ll be right back Jimin, I have got to use the ladies room.”
He just smiled and waved you off, as you curried away, leaving your bag there just in case he thought you were trying to run away from him. 
You noticed the empty desk before you pushed the door into the office open. A bell sounding as you made your way inside. You were planning on asking the nice woman who had helped you earlier where to find the bathrooms, but at her empty desk, you were forced to look around yourself. 
It took you a few minutes of wandering through the winding hallways to find the restroom, but you did it. As you finish up, you took a look at yourself in the mirror, and while you had been outside for most of the night, you looked terrible. You took a moment to splash water on your face and freshen up before returning to Jimin. As you make your way back to the front office, the buzzing noise returned. You pressed a comforting hand to your head, mostly as an attempt to stop the buzzing. 
“You ok, dear?” The woman asked from behind the front desk. Taking in your distressed appearance and smiling lightly, “We get a lot of people trying to run away, but I do gotta say, not many people talk to themselves.”
You frowned, “I’m sorry?”
“Oh, I didn’t mean any offense dear, it just looked like you were talking very passionately to yourself. Had to assure other passengers you weren’t going crazy.”
Your eyes flickered over to the window, Jimin’s frame in view from here. Why would she possibly think you were talking to yourself? It’s not like he was hidden from view, in fact, you could see Jimin as clear as day. Not wanting to upset her, and frankly a little confused, you just laughed and gave her a passive excuse, your thoughts drifting to the mysterious man on the bench. 
When you found yourself at the bench, Jimin smiled again. You weren’t going to fall for that this time, however. You were convinced something was up with him, and you were going to figure it out. 
“Do you wanna tell me why the front desk lady is asking me why I’m talking to myself?” You asked, putting on your most intimidating face and scowling as Jimin’s lips curved up. His smile almost conveying a sense of pride in the question you asked. 
“I’ll answer that soon, YN,” he laughed, “But first, allow me one more question?”
His voice was sickeningly sweet, and before you could deny him, you found yourself nodding yes. Your body completely betraying your mind. 
“Hm, I thought so,” he smiled, “I know you don’t believe in God, but what do you think about guardian angels?”
You had to laugh, your grandma had always firmly believed in her guardian angel, and she died believing that her’s would save her. But she was dead, and no guardian angel ever showed itself. 
“I think guardian angels are just ways that people cope with troubling and traumatic situations.”
“Interesting,” he smirked, another knowing look crossing his features, “and tell me, YN. How would you feel if you had just been told your entire existence was merely a coping method?”
You didn’t get it at first, his question swirling around in your brain for a few moments before it clicked. And when it did, you couldn’t help but burst out laughing, barely breathing because you were laughing so hard. 
“You mean to tell me,” you paused, trying to catch your breath from your laughter, “That you are a guardian angel.”
“Not just any guardian angel, love. Yours.”
You burst into another fit of laughter, he was insane. There was no other explanation. You wiped the tears from your eyes, the smile dropping as your gaze fell onto Jimin. Jimin who you had been sitting with all night. The same Jimin who now had blindingly bright wings behind him. Your laughter was cut short, a sense of awe replacing your features. You blinked, and when you did, his wings were gone. 
“I thought you might need a little bit of proof.”
You took a deep breath, closing your eyes and taking all of this information in. His sudden appearance on the bench, and the other customers not being able to see him. It was all adding up. But this was insanity. There was no such thing as a guardian angel. Plus, if he was actually your guardian angel, he was doing a shit job. 
“Are you new or something?” you asked, the thoughts of all of the shit things that had happened in the past year circling your mind, “because you might need to get more training or something.”
Jimin just scoffed, “This past year, wasn’t me, love. In fact, I haven’t been able to protect you since that douche started dating you.”
It was true, all of the bad shit that has happened to you has happened after you started dating your ex, but that makes no sense. Literally, how would that stop your so-called guardian angel to not be able to reach you? 
“But, why come see me now? And tell me all of this?”
“Well,” Jimin started, “Heaven’s in a bit of a tough spot, and to be frank, we need your help.”
“My help, why on earth would you need my help?”
“You’re special, YN. So, I promise to help you get anything that you want if you help me with this itty, bitty, tiny little favor.”
“What is the favor?” You asked, your heart rate accelerating at his proposal. Your breath caught in your throat as he showed you a picture of your ex. The one you were currently trying to leave. 
“I’m assuming you recognize him?” Jimin asked, his face serious for one of the first times all night. You could only nod, to which Jimin nodded back, “I need you to kill him.”
“What?” You questioned, “How can you possibly expect me to kill someone for you! I don’t even know you! Plus Namjoon’s my ex-boyfriend, how could killing him possibly save Heaven?”
“Just trust me, YN. You need to kill him.”
“You can’t actually that I’d kill another human being for you!?”
“No, no, no. I don’t want you to kill a human, darling,” Jimin smirked, his eyes twinkling with a boyish sense of excitement, “I want you to kill God.”
a/n: i was completely inspired by this post, and this is what came about from it. Plus the fact that Jimin is my ult and i haven’t written anything for him is shameful.  i might be open to a part two but who knows!!
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tabloidtoc · 3 years
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Globe, November 9
You can buy a copy of this issue for your very own at my eBay store: https://www.ebay.com/str/bradentonbooks
Cover: Prince Andrew fails lie detector -- new crisis rocks the palace 
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Page 2: Up Front & Personal -- Bruno Toniolo shirtless, Heidi Pratt at a pumpkin patch in L.A., Jacqueline Bisset catches some rays in L.A. 
Page 3: Larry David leaves an L.A. office, Ellen Pompeo, Pete Wentz 
Page 4: Kathie Lee Gifford is talking to NBC bigwigs about coming back to Today and they’re hot over the idea but Hoda Kotb is not pleased and Jenna Bush Hager is feeling threatened because Jenna never really grabbed the audience like Kathie Lee did, Martha Stewart and Gwyneth Paltrow are heading into the holidays trash-talking each other even more than usual and their pals have nowhere to hide -- they’re snippier than ever and can’t get through the week without saying something crass but the trouble is they have the same friends and they use some of the same chefs and caterers and crew -- all their friends in the Hamptons including the Seinfelds and Beyonce and Jay-Z and Billy Joel and Christie Brinkley and Rachael Ray are trying to keep out of it but it’s impossible because Martha and Gwyneth are both screaming for loyalty 
Page 5: Legal hotshot and writer Jeffrey Toobin has been shelved by the New Yorker magazine for showing off his willie to co-workers during a Zoom conference call -- witnesses say Toobin was masturbating but he insists it was a blooper
Page 6: Dolly Parton was so lovestruck when she met Elvis Presley that she nearly chucked her marriage and career to shack up with Elvis -- Dolly is ready to tell all about Elvis after decades of protecting her husband Carl Dean and Elvis’ only child Lisa Marie Presley -- Dolly was in her late 20s and Elvis was in his late 30s when they had their sizzling encounter where she got dolled up to meet Elvis in a Nashville office and discuss working together and he wanted to do a duet but she didn’t trust herself to work with him and she didn’t even let Elvis do a cover of her song I Will Always Love You -- even though Dolly didn’t actually cheat on Carl she sure was tempted and she’s felt guilty about it ever since 
Page 8: Just two weeks after splitting with his wife of 14 years former Home Improvement kid Zachery Ty Bryan was arrested and jailed on charges of trying to strangle a terrified galpal -- after a night of partying where he was photographed surrounded by four gals with an iced bottle of vodka at the table Zachery reportedly got into a heated clash with his galpal and she claims Zachery grabbed her by the throat and squeezed then tried to snatch her phone when she attempted to call 911 so she ran to a neighbor’s home where she hid while cops were called 
Page 9: Distressed Kelly Clarkson and her two toddlers are in therapy to help cope with the anguish brought on by her divorce from Brandon Blackstock -- the talk show host is especially struggling because the split is playing out so publicly and the kids are seeing things about their mom on TV and she feels immense guilt about the divorce but knows it was the best decision because she wasn’t happy married to Brandon though she did try but staying in a marriage just for the kids wasn’t an option for her -- Kelly was deeply wounded when her father-in-law Narvel Blackstock’s management company recently sued her for $1.4 million in alleged unpaid commissions but she’s speaking with her ex privately in an effort to resolve the issue out of court but Kelly suspects he’s using it as a bargaining chip for a bigger settlement and also feels he’s using the kids against her as a weapon 
Page 10: Showbiz legend Michelle Phillips has become a shut-in who sits home alone tippling wine while watching movies on TV and listening to her hits from The Mamas & the Papas where she is the last surviving member of the band -- she’s sad the rest are all gone  and she’ll put on a record and sit in the dark; she misses them and so many other people -- she’s become a shut-in due to the pandemic and can’t bear for people to see her so old and haggard and overweight and all those years of partying have done their damage to her once-beautiful face -- she also hasn’t been able to see her young grandson and she’s grieving the loss of her longtime lover who died in 2017 
Page 11: Baywatch hunk Jeremy Jackson’s cover girl ex-wife has been found homeless wandering California’s mean streets in worn and shabby clothes -- lost for two years Loni Willison is now virtually unrecognizable with missing teeth and her long blond tresses cropped short -- she was found pushing a grocery cart filled with her battered possessions in Venice -- despite her tragic situation she insists she’d doing fine and doesn’t want help despite reportedly having drug and mental health issues 
Page 12: Celebrity Buzz -- Rita Ora in a see-through frock (picture), Lily James got caught brazenly canoodling with the very much married Dominic West who plays her father in the BBC miniseries The Pursuit of Love, just weeks after Cardi B filed to dissolve her marriage to Offset she’s put the split on hold and all it took was Offset to spend bucks on a heart-tugging Sunset Strip billboard and a Rolls-Royce and a Hermes Birkin bag, Kate Hudson’s getting loose-lipped about gross snotty smooches with her leading man Matthew McConaughey 
Page 13: Vinny Guadagnino eating in Beverly Hills (picture), Kaitlyn Bristowe has a puffy trout pout (picture), Shia LaBeouf doesn’t let an apparent injury keep him from getting out and about in Pasadena (picture), Alanis Morissette says the fame that came with her 1995 revenge song You Oughta Know wasn’t so sweet but instead was an isolating experience 
Page 14: Nicole Kidman is starring opposite Hugh Grant in the thriller series The Undoing but she really wanted to plays Hugh’s love interest in Notting Hill except she wasn’t well-known enough, Reba McEntire has landed herself a brand new TV show which is a modernized Fried Green Tomatoes drama series in which she’ll play the present-day Idgie Threadgoode, Fashion Verdict -- Regina King 8/10, Isabelle Huppert 2/10, Queen Maxima 5/10, Tracee Ellis Ross 9/10, Cher 4/10 
Page 16: How John F. Kennedy stole the White House from Richard Nixon -- Chicago mob rigged the 1960 vote and cheated Nixon out of the presidency 
Page 19: True Crime 
Page 21: Parkinson’s patient Alan Alda is refusing to slow down at age 84 and friends fear the fragile M*A*S*H legend is headed for a devastating health crisis and he’s busier now than he ever was even during his sitcom days and he bravely says he lives with it by staying active but medication can only do so much and his friends and family including wife Arlene are worried he’s pushing himself too hard, teary-eyed Ringo Starr confesses his last conversation with dying Beatles bandmate George Harrison was heartbreaking and unforgettable -- Ringo wanted to stay with George until the end but his daughter Lee had been diagnosed with a brain tumor and Ringo had to rush to Boston to see her and when Ringo told George he had to go to Boston George said D’ya want me to come wit’ ya? so even on his death bed George made his best buddy smile while both faced unspeakable grief 
Page 22: 10 Things You Don’t Know About S. Epatha Merkerson, Today show host Hoda Kotb reveals Frank Sinatra Jr. was the show’s worst guest because he clammed up instead of touting a book about his famous dad in 2015, Khloe Kardashian confesses she once worked as Nicole Richie’s personal assistant because she just needed a job and they went to school together -- Nicole’s reality career crashed in 2007 which was the same year Khloe’s series started
Page 24: Cover Story -- Disgraced Prince Andrew has flunked a lie detector test on his close relationship with murdered American pedophile Jeffrey Epstein and now the rogue royal insists he’ll never cooperate with the FBI for fear his testimony will land him behind bars but Queen Elizabeth’s favorite son has his back against the wall as new evidence surfaces on both sides of the Atlantic -- Andrew is terrified newly released secret testimony from Epstein’s accused madam Ghislaine Maxwell is just the tip of the iceberg of what she’s prepared to reveal and Maxwell’s revelations detailing her twisted sex life come on the heels of an explosive new British book accusing Andrew of attending debauched events with Epstein where teenage girls were parading around topless -- even though friends close to Andrew say he did nothing wrong and has no reason to fear the prince may not have a choice about spilling his guts because the fed-up royal family is threatening to cut off the cash-strapped rogue unless he plays ball 
Page 25: Prince Andrew has been banished from the gift shop at his mother’s Balmoral Castle -- tourists can still purchase postcards her Her Majesty’s kids Prince Charles and Princess Anne and Prince Edward but Prince Andrew has disappeared which is a sure sign that Andrew is in the doghouse since items featuring Elizabeth’s beloved corgis are still up for sale 
Page 26: Health Report 
Page 27: Dirtiest places on planes exposed 
Page 30: Serial sleaze Matt Lauer’s ready to pop the question to girlfriend Shamin Abas over the holidays and he hopes for a brighter future with her a year after his 20-year marriage to Annette Roque ended in divorce -- Matt showers Shamin her with gifts and wants to buy a house on the East Coast where they can make new memories and Matt’s hinted he’s already bought the ring and plans to propose by New Year’s and he hopes to have a celeb-studded wedding at their new home, Kathleen Turner will be back at Michael Douglas’ throat as his acid ex in The Kominsky Method to fill the hole left by Alan Arkin who abruptly pulled out of the third and final season of the show
Page 35: Matthew McConaughey’s father predicted he’d die while making love to his wife and he did, desperate to turn back time Marie Osmond is going whole hog on a head-to-toe makeover -- Marie is no stranger to cosmetic fixes and she is considering a slew of procedures to get a new look that’ll knock ‘em out including everything from Botox and fillers to face-lift to boob job and lipo-sculpting to enhance her waistline -- the makeover is motivated by revenge because she’s bitter over recently being pushed off her co-host gig on The Talk and now she’s counting on a younger look to land her a plum new TV gig 
Page 38: Real Life Monsters 
Page 39: Kris Jenner blames social media for ending the 14-year run of Keeping Up with the Kardashians because when the show started there was no Instagram or Snapchat or other social media platforms but now she gripes that now there are so many the viewer doesn’t have to wait three or four months to see an episode but instead information spreads online in real time, Phil Collins’ ex-wife has traded him in for a 31-year-old guitarist who never managed to make much noise in the music industry -- Phil was furious when he heard Orianne Cevey married Tom Bates in Las Vegas, Black Panther star Chadwick Boseman died without a will according to his widow -- Taylor Simone Ledward filed a probate case in L.A. asking a judge to name her administrator of Boseman’s estimated $938,500 estate with limited authority
Page 44: Straight Talk -- Bruce Willis and Demi Moore’s daughter Rumer Willis claims posing for raunchy bondage shots proves she’s a liberated woman free from sexual stereotypes but it’s not that simple 
Page 45: Jeff Bridges is battling non-Hodgkin lymphoma which is a rampaging cancer that often spreads through the body to the liver and bone marrow and lungs -- while the cancer can be deadly experts say the five-year survival rate is 73 percent 
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swishandflickwit · 5 years
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Deckerstar — lost without you 1/1
Summary: In which Father Frank hears of Lucifer's return to Hell, follows in Eve's footsteps by visiting the Devil from time to time, and finally establishes the kind of friendship they had been laying the foundations of before they were both so rudely interrupted by his death.
Alternatively: A Priest Walks Into Hell
(...and, quite possibly, doesn't come back out?)
Ratings: General Audiences
Words: 2.5k+
Warnings: Post-S4. Spoilers ahead. Implied Deckerstar. Canon divergence. Seriously, DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVEN’T FINISHED SEASON 4.
AN: This started out as a crack if and evolved into... something more emotional than I had originally intended it to be because why not *sighs* lol.
AN: This started out as a crack fic and evolved into... something more emotional than I had originally intended it to be because why not *sighs* lol. I wrote this way before the IG takeover by Tom, Ildy and Joe so the fact that Tom wishes he could see Father Frank again but that he couldn't because he's in Heaven and Lucifer is in Hell was just bloody kismet!!!
Title, and song referenced below, is by Freya Ridings which is SO DECKERSTAR except you change 'I have to see the world' to 'I've got to save the world' and I cRYYYYYYY.
Also, Father Frank went to Heaven! But if Amenadiel's theory of Free Will is to be believed—and it obviously can because how else was Eve able to escape Heaven, come back to life and in her original, youthful body, if it can't be—then anyone is free to leave Heaven or Hell, which is how Frank can visit Lucifer. Trust me, I had a whole backstory, I'm just... not... strong enough to write it out so, uh.
Roll with it...?
SHOUTOUT to Devil'sMiracle17 for beta reading the SHIT out of this and whipping it into shape better than I ever could. This was fine, but you made it BETTER and I'm so grateful to have met you through this experience! You have my heart!
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“What song is that?”
Lucifer saunters into the designated music chambers of his hellish castle before seating himself onto the bench next to Frank.
“Sounds positively wretched.”
Although, ‘saunter’ might have been too generous a term… slinks would have been the appropriate description—trudge even more so. Unless he holds court with his demons, the Devil doesn’t much care for appearances these days.
At least not when he’s with him.
Dejection has made a home of his friend’s shoulders, so Frank does what he can to, if not extinguish—then alleviate the insidious homesickness that plagues him by providing his more human company.
Little good it does.
Frank sighs. “Something one of the newer, younger residents of the Silver City keeps blasting on repeat through the courtyard speakers. Apparently he’s having a bit of trouble accepting his newfound… state and so the angels have permitted the coping mechanism, however repetitive,” he grumbles. “The other residents have given the kid a wide berth, but I actually like staying in the courtyard and it’s been weeks,” he feels his face pinch in shame, even as he cannot hold back the admission. “Now the song’s always stuck in my head. I can’t catch a break, not even here!”
(And if he, too, benefits just as greatly from their arrangement then no one else need ever be the wiser)
Lucifer snorts. “It’s always nice to be sought, not for the scintillating conversation but, for your ability to provide refuge from angsty teenagers and shrieking, mainstream bops,” he says, drily. “You sure know how to make a Devil feel wanted, Padre.”
Frank chuckles. “Don’t forget the refreshments,” he quips, raising a goblet of demon-brewed ale to his lips and taking a dainty sip because—as he learned the hard way—the beverage was not for the faint of heart, dead or alive.
He rolls his eyes, but there’s the tiniest hint of a curl to the corner of his lips that exposes his amusement, “Oh, of course,” it widens in mischief. “That is, when you’re not puking your guts out after having partaken a little too much of the libations…”
“That was one time!”
“And my hellions are still wiping your vile, regurgitations from the side of my castle, you little weakling!”
The pair of them dissolve into giggles as they recall the events that currently fuel their mirth; Lucifer challenging the priest and he, against his better judgement, indulging him in some petty motivation to prove him wrong. Suffice to say—they both lost that night.
Much, much later, when their nostalgia trails off and their chortles fade, Frank plays the piece in its entirety, complete with its lyrics because he’s heard it so many times it’s that embedded into his mind. Lucifer doesn’t do anything as innocuous as applaud, but Frank can sense his appreciation—recognizes it in the easiness of his breaths and the slackening of his shoulders (however minuscule, tension never truly leaving him, not even in his slumber, in the few times Frank has caught him unaware).
“Sounds like something dear Ella would have listened to.”
It’s mumbled out of the corner of his mouth in evident mockery, a derisive tilt to his articulations. Except it’s lost in the soft lines about his mouth and the brightening of his eyes as he becomes swept in the current of his memories.
So he waits, always waits… happy to let Lucifer dictate the pace of their interactions, the weight of their conversations. He learned early on when they’d reunited that Lucifer suffered through good days and bad days like the best of them, that the good days were often outweighed by the bad, and the one method to temper them that didn’t involve isolating himself on his throne for days at a time, or going on a manic bender, or some crazed combination of both, was when he reminisced of his time on Earth. Or more specifically—
The people that made his time there all the more meaningful.
Though he’d been witness to the Devil’s subtle but present humanity in the all too abrupt time they spent together topside, it is never more apparent than when he speaks of the Earthly family he’d found himself, reluctant maybe but ultimately, belonging to.
Sure, the bulk of his tales involve complaining about the notorious righteousness oozing from Amenadiel’s brawny form (“Never fails to bring up he’s the Favorite Son like, alright! We get it, yeesh!”), and the deviousness with which his newborn nephew commands the adults around him with a mere sniffle… ranting about Maze's betrayal (“Twice, Father. Twice! The audacity of that little demon!”) by teaming up with Cain (“I’m going to need a drink for this, aren’t I?” Lucifer cackles. “Or ten!”), and Linda's maddening advice during his therapy sessions (“She can never just give me the answers, honestly, what else am I paying her for?”), before recounting the whole debacle with Eve—after which he upchucked the contents of his stomach over the side of Lucifer’s balcony.
Yet even amidst the palpable, if thinly veiled, vexation of his intonation, there is that undercurrent of affection that one would have to be blind not to notice... but Frank does, and he is happy. Truly. And everyone he knows, and wouldn’t have known if not for Lucifer’s divulging moods, who is significant to Lucifer has made an appearance in all his, sometimes hurtful but mostly fond, chronicles… save for one.
Arguably, the most important one.
Yes, it doesn’t escape his notice that Lucifer hardly ever speaks of the detective that spearheaded Frank’s investigation when he had been alive. His friend is in the middle of narrating his experience in a nudist sanctuary, when he cuts himself off in that manner that tells him Chloe is a part of the story.
This is what he does, every time, and it happens so often that it becomes impossible to not discern that she—his partner in every sense of the word—is so deeply interwoven within his past, his present. One need only be in their presence for more than a second to confirm, there was no mistaking the connection between them, whether it is platonic or otherwise. And so Frank is of the firm belief that it would take more than a couple of short-lived dalliances with third parties to crack, what more break, their relationship.
So, he prods. Not hard. Not pressing enough to warrant his anger or, worse, aggravate his sadness. But a little hint here, a nudge there. He can see the strain in Lucifer's muscles and the melancholy that darkens his all ready too dark orbs… and he's aching.
He can sense the fight brewing in his soul—to speak of her, to bury her memory deep inside himself, to feel her, to wrap her in his darkness, to bring her to the light, to forget her, to remember her. So Frank tells him as much as he can without actually saying the necessary confabulations that he's here, that it's okay. Lucifer can cast his burdens onto him because this is what friends (for this is what they are and yes, his celestial best friend, for all intents and purposes, is the Devil and strange as it is, he wouldn’t have it any other way) do, they listen and they protect and they share the load of your despair as well as they can ‘til finally.
Finally, it spills out of Lucifer like a break in a dam and he is crashing, crashing and all Frank can do is hold him through the tidal wave so he doesn’t drown.
“She loves me,” Lucifer admits openly, softly, even as rivulets stream silently into the collar of his ever-impeccable suit. “She wanted me to stay, and I could not give her even that. I couldn't give her what she desired.”
“Why?”
“That damned prophecy,” he snarls, and his eyes flash red before altogether receding to their natural umber as he further expands on this foretelling, Frank's grimace deepening as a new, priestly, player is introduced and revealed to have preyed on both Lucifer and Chloe’s insecurities through his dastardly manipulations, which resulted in the deaths of a hefty number of innocents.
“And Hell must always have a ruler—a celestial one at that,” Lucifer concludes in muted, hopeless tones.
“Forget the prophecy!” Frank roars, an unexpected heat that tastes of indignation at the awful circumstances that seem to follow Lucifer no matter how undeserving he is of them, coursing through his veins. “Do you love her?”
And the despondency lifts for even just a fraction, replaced by a familiar exasperation.
“Haven't you been listening? First love equals destruction upon humanity? I don't really know how much clearer than the risk of an apocalyptic threat I can get.”
Frank raises an eyebrow. “I've yet to hear you actually declare your love in relation to her name, Lucifer.”
“Ah,” he breathes, and fiddles with a cufflink, which only gives away his unease. “Funny, that—I've also yet to say them to her. Really say them. I just keep calling her my First Love, which, not a lie! Still,” he shrugs but the nonchalance is misplaced in the tremble of his hands, as he lifts his own goblet to his lips for a particularly long gulp before he, mingled with an uncharacteristic sheepishness, huffily continues, “I do adore you, Frank, but if it’s all the same to you, I would much prefer that the first time I say them, properly, it would be to her, yeah? We both know how awful I am at communication and at this point in the game, I wouldn't want any wires getting crossed and all...”
Frank takes pity on the poor creature and halts his rambling with a steady hand to his shoulder. “So, tell her.”
Lucifer gapes. "Sure, because it's as easy as fluffing my wings out and landing at the foot of her bed. Silly me, why hadn't I thought of this before? Oh, that's right! Something to do with Evil being unleashed upon the whole of humankind? Ring any bells? We were literally just talking about this. Am I doing something wrong? Wait, what am I saying. I'm perfect.” Lucifer shoots him a look so pitying, Frank must restrain himself from cuffing him in the back of his head out of annoyance.
“Heaven really does make the lot of you dull, doesn't it?”
The things he puts up with…
“There's always gonna be something, Lucifer,” he entreats (ignoring his last statement). “In any relationship. Sometimes it's fear of commitment, other times it’s disagreements on expenses or the number of kids you want. In your case, it just so happens to be the possibility of the end of the world.”
“Is that all?” he growls, voice dripping with disdain.
“The point is—would you rather face it alone? Or take the risk together? Come on, Lucifer,” he wants to weep.
Frank doesn’t understand where this vehemence stems from, but it seizes his body with an urgency that feels as natural as his phantom heartbeat. Because he’s caught tendrils of this peculiarity before, but never so glaring as now—this fire in his chest and a carillon in his brain that blares, Lucifer does not belong here. Lucifer ruling Hell reeks of all kinds of wrong. But what he’s coaxing him to do… it feels right. Because Chloe and Lucifer feel right.
They are true.
So he asks him, though he can surmise the answer, “Are you willing to fight for that love?”
And Lucifer doesn't hesitate, not for a second. Not for a heartbeat. He doesn't even take a breath before his assent spills forth from his mouth.
“Yes,” he whispers. Then, firmer—louder, “Yes. I want to fight. For her. For us.”
Because of course he would, the rebel son of God. He would.
“Then what are you standing around here talking to me for? Go!”
“And what of Hell? What's to stop the demons from coming after me again. It would really help against whatever's coming if I wasn’t worrying about a possession epidemic on top of the apocalypse.”
And Frank thinks about those scant seconds before he died. How fleeting but impactful his last words had been. “Maybe he put me in yours,” he had said. “Your Father has a plan.” He thinks about how easily the words had slipped out, almost of their own volition.
He thought dying meant the cold. But—in that transitory precipice of life and death, the sanguine fluid that fueled his essence leaking from his body and staining his cassock, and Lucifer’s hands, red—held in the arms of the Devil, all he felt was warmth… a glowing fireplace after a day in the snow, the fiery embers of a bonfire, the comforting flame of an inimitable presence scoring across his heart, engulfing his soul. It was magnificent.
One might even say divine.
And in that moment, he knew.
“I'll do it,” he says. “I will rule Hell in your stead.”
And he can see Lucifer gunning for a laugh ‘til he notices the steely glint in Frank's eyes, the resolve firming the lines of his figure, making him seem taller. Stately. Royal.
“Have I ever told you,” he starts, a smirk burgeoning on his lips, “that my full name is Frankiel?”
“Spear of God,” Lucifer translates, slowly.
“Your Father has a plan,” he repeats.
Understanding dawns in Lucifer's eyes.
“Doesn't mean it's always a good one,” he ripostes, weakly.
“And yet,” Frank chuckles, surety making him bold, excited even, as he gathers him into his arms. “I’m certain that in this, we can both agree—it is. It works.” He nods onto the taller man’s stiff shoulder. “It has to.”
Because this is what he endured the pain of living for—so that in death, he could give another a chance to be reborn, to return the love which had been so lost to him before. Because God may work in mysterious ways, but He used him as a vessel and revealed the truth of Lucifer to him, so that he could use his final breaths to bestow a glimmer of hope into His son.
He would accept no other explanation apart from this miracle unfolding before him—all the cogs and wheels that made up his life, and afterlife, shifting into perfect gear.
He says as much to Lucifer, and though he shakes his head as if in denial, he gradually returns the embrace. Frank closes his eyes—and knows that same hope that tethered him in those final, critical, beautiful moments of his life, is now a living, breathing entity in Lucifer’s own soul because—when he opens them, the Devil is gone.
There is much to work out—the insurgence of the demons that will surely reignite at Lucifer’s once more, and final, departure, arranging visits with his daughter, how to get up on that damned throne, perhaps begin forging a new one in its stead, figure out whatever his freshly-anointed status truly entails. There will be time for all of that, eons of it, even. But for now…
The priest walks out onto the edge of the balcony that overlooks his newfound domain—Hell is a sprawling, ebony terrain before him.
And this, quite naturally, is how Father Frank ends up ruling it.
AN: Honestly, I wrote this because I just really miss Father Frank. Even after S4 'A Priest Walks into a Bar' is still hands down one of my most favorite episodes in all four seasons.
And, just as Father Frank, I too would sacrifice my spot in Heaven if it meant Deckerstar could be together. LET THEM BE HAPPY!!!
Speaking of, I got some bigger stuff in the works. This came to me at a 4am, sleep-deprived yet frenzy, haze and wouldn't leave me alone till it was written. I know, the lack of Chloe in this is abysmal XD but rest assured, the Deckerstar program should resume soon so, stay tuned!
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In the last relationship I was in before my little bundle of joy arrived I was told he wasn’t sure I could cope with motherhood. He said I wouldn’t be able to handle the changes in my body and that I wasn’t mentally equipped to deal with everything that came alongside a baby. Needless to say this relationship came to an end but those words stuck with me.
In the months leading up to my pregnancy discovery, I did indeed struggle with my weight. I was dieting like crazy and exercising every spare minute I had, yet was still piling on the pounds. In between throwing up I was stressing about what was going on with my body. What feels like a million doctors appointments later, I finally give up and decide to go private. A good friend offered to run my bloods and urine tests for me and organised an ultrasound at a local hospital. It was at this point I learned I was 21 weeks pregnant. I couldn’t believe it, I had the implant in my arm, the most effective method of contraceptive on the market. However, there on the screen, was my perfect little girl, and yes, at 21 weeks you can find put straight away the sex of your baby!
Of course I went into panic mode! I was more than half way through my pregnancy. I wasn’t prepared for this at all. I hadn’t made any of the lifestyle adjustments recommended or taken supplements or made any plans. I had to act, but first, I had to tell my Mum. The drive to Glasgow was the most nerve racking of my life. I knew this wasn’t what she wanted for me, that she had hopes and dreams that I would never fulfil. I also knew that I would have her eternal love and support.
The shock on her face will stay with me forever but she said all the right things and eventually sent me on my way. I called my sister from the car to tell her my news, she was over the moon. Her response was that she could have a flower girl at her wedding. There was no negativity, no stress, just pure joy. By the time I arrived in Edinburgh she had sent me pictures of flower girl dresses. After Kirsty, I called my best friend. I picked Louise up from work with my scan photo on the front seat. She was speechless, but she was excited. She knows me better than anyone on this earth, and she knows that being a mum is all I’ve ever wanted in life. She understood my baby girl was a dream come true. She had questions, everyone I told did, but she’s listened without judgement, and supported every decision I made.
I received an email from my mum at 5am that night, the first and very real reminder that the journey I was about to embark on was a journey for life. The sleepless nights worrying about your baby don’t end when they start sleeping through. 28 years later when they turn up alone and pregnant you’re still up just as late. She offered me her support in changing my situation. She laid out all my options in black and white and begged me to think them through, to make sure I was certain I was doing the right thing. I appreciated her concern, but there was no doubt in my mind. I loved my baby girl, I wanted her. She wasn’t an accident, not a mistake, not an inconvenience or a burden, not a problem or a nuisance. She was a miracle. My miracle. Was I afraid, yes. Did I know I was probably going to have to do this on my own? Absolutely! Was I any less determined to become the absolute best version of myself to ensure my girl had the best life, no. Without a shadow of a doubt I knew what I needed to do now.
I spent the weekend online, reading about pregnancy, birth, parenthood. I didn’t know what to expect but I knew I needed to be ready. I’ve always loved reading so that’s what I did. I read every book, blog, magazine and article I could get my hands on. I armed myself with knowledge. I asked questions, I picked the brains of every parent I knew. Knowledge is power. By the Monday I already felt better. I could do this. I told my work, all 4 employers were thrilled for me. I started to browse on line. I started to plan. Hanging over my head was the cloud I knew I needed to blow away. I needed to tell her dad. I tried to call but got no answer. I understood, I wouldn’t have taken his call either at that stage. A long time had passed since we were together. Four hours and a lot of redrafts later I had composed a message explaining as well as I possibly could my crazy situation. I felt sick as I finally hit send. The beauty of modern technology is messages come with a read receipt. I knew the moment he saw it, and I watched as he went offline without replying. For days I checked the chat every time I picked my phone up, and every time I saw he was online, my heart beat harder in my chest. A week later, after no response, I tried again. De ja vu ensued. I decided to leave it in his court. Forever the optimist I was sure he would get back to me when he was ready.
Fast forward 3 months, I start having checks every other day with the obstetrician. My heart rate is too high, my blood pressure has as sky rocketed and they’re worried about preeclampsia. I’m put on bed rest. Something that is not easy for someone who lives life at 100 miles an hour. My flat is on the market, I’ve decided I’m moving back west so my baby girl can be around family and grow up without that east coast twang.
On the 6th February I’m supposed to be coaching. Our display team has trials and I should be there, but I can’t face it. I’m so tired all I want to do is sleep. I decide to go for a bath to try and relax. My tummy feels funny. I watch as it tightens and relaxes, rippling with spasms. I start to Google’s what contractions feel like. Is this it? It can’t be, it’s too soon, my baby girl isn’t ready. An hour later I no longer have doubts. I messaged my family’s group chat, my mum and sister are on their way. Louise is on standby. I recheck my hospital bag despite having packed and repacked it a million times already. All I can do now is wait. By midnight my contractions are coming fast and strong. Kirsty calls triage and they recommend I come in. This is it I think. We bundle into the car and set off.
I’m hooked up to monitors and machines, the contractions are still coming. I won’t take you through the whole sordid ordeal, but think trainee midwife and an overhot birthing pool, sepsis, IVs, only 3cm dilation and no pain meds. 26 hours later, at a midwives change of shift, Suzanna became my hero. She read my file, she saw what I wanted and she had a very frank discussion with me. My worst nightmare was an emergency section where I missed my baby enter this world. Suzanna told me I needed to ask for an epidural. I told her I was ok, that I could keep going. She shook her head, and repeated I needed to ask for an epidural. I finally understood. She couldn’t tell me I was going to have a section, that wasn’t her job. I asked, I was moved to the labour ward, two hours later the anethetist appears. Within 15 minutes the obstetrician is telling me my girls distressed and she needs to come out. Suzanna was right. She knew. She was with me the whole time. She held my hand while the surgeon explained what they were going to do. She talked me through the whole operation, and then when I felt like I couldn’t breathe with anticipation, I heard it, a cry. Suzanna told me my baby girl was here, but she was still distressed. They took her to a table next to me and attached her to monitors. I caught a glimpse of my baby before I threw up. I needed to hold her, to kiss her and tell her I loved her and that she was going to be ok. Suzanna stayed with me. She told me what they were doing. That my baby girl was strong, that she was fighting and then finally, after what felt like forever, they brought her to me. My beautiful baby girl with a curl in the middle of her forehead. She looked up at me, with eyes I saw every day when i looked in the mirror. My little mini me, staring up at me before curling into my chest and falling asleep. My heart felt like it was going to burst. No feeling on earth could compare and words cannot explain the emotions. I was still hooked up to machines, with cannulas in both wrists and both elbows. Holding her in my arms felt like they were going to rip open. I didn’t care. I finally held her in my arms. The surgeons finished stitching me up, and I was able to sit up. My baby girl cuddled naked onto my chest. Her warm sticky heat the most comforting feeling I’ve ever felt.
We were wheeled into recovery and then we were left. Just me and my girl. I whispered to her that I love her, that I would protect her and that I would do everything in my power to make her proud. My mum and Kirsty came through to see us and I was able to introduce them to my beautiful baby. Lyla Kay Stevenson joined this world on the 8th February 2019 at 4.18am, and at that moment my whole world changed
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azoraahai · 5 years
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32.) “Your eyes are red… Were you crying?” this got super long so it’ll be under the cut!
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Dakota Chambers had a soft heart, that was pretty much a given. She didn’t know how to handle criticism very well, just like many teenagers. And the specific criticism came from two people she used to consider her best friends, Lisa Walters and Patrick Connors.
It had been a few weeks since the girl separated herself from them, trying to start anew and focusing more on the positive things in life. And to be frank, it had been the happiest the Chambers girl had felt in a while. She didn’t feel the weight of their pressure on her shoulders anymore nor did she had to witness their disapproving looks every time she said something that wasn’t what they wanted to hear. She was free to do whatever her heart and mind desired, and that was all she could’ve asked God for.
But the good aspects in life eventually have to even out with the bad.
Dakota was on her way to her literature class when she was bombarded by Lisa and Patrick, who made some really harsh comments that the teenager would never repeat to anyone. Their hateful words were enough to get Dakota to miss her class and head over to the library, desperately searching for a heartwarming novel to calm her down and not have a meltdown at school. Because in all honesty, she would really be ashamed of herself if she let their words affect her.
But, of course, they did affect her. She considered Lisa and Patrick her best friends not so long ago. Even if they weren’t the greatest, they still had their moments that Dakota will cherish forever. Just the thought of it brought tears to her eyes. She quickly wiped them away before anyone in the library could notice, but it was no use. After the first tear, more began to follow. And so she sat in the back corner, silently crying as she prayed to the Lord that no one would walk in and notice her.
Yet, the Lord worked in mysterious ways.
“Chambers?” 
Dakota’s heart plummeted down her stomach like a bunch of bricks. She quickly wiped away the tears before turning her attention towards Fangs. “Hi,” she greeted softly.
“Little Miss Chambers skipping class? Who would’ve thought?” She knew he was joking. They’ve been friends, or at least she thought they were friends, for a while now. Dakota knew he was just messing with her, but that didn’t help her situation at the moment. The girl bit down on her lip as she looked down at her novel, hoping the boy before her didn’t notice her distress demeanor. 
But he saw right through that, clear as day. Instinctively, he knelt down in front of her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. “You alright, Dak? You eyes are red… Were you crying?” She didn’t respond, barely even looking at him. “Did those Northside assholes say something to you?”
Dakota’s head shot up, both in shock by his profanity and how quick he figured out the reason beside her sadness. Nevertheless, she didn’t want him to get involved in this. The serpents were already having enough problems adjusting to their new rules, she didn’t want any more drama happening between them and Northside. “It’s fine, Fangs. They just needed someone to blow off steam to, I guess. It’s really not a big deal.” 
“Not a big deal, my ass. You can’t keep letting them treat you like shit, Dakota. Hell, just say the word and I’ll go give them a piece of my mind for—”
“Fangs, just leave it be,” she interrupted. “I want to forget about it. I just want to calm down, read this book, and pretend that everything is alright. Okay?” Fangs’s jaw clenched, obviously not agreeing with her coping method. However, he did nod. He respected her wishes and allowed her to take the time she needed to get herself back on track.
And the two of them stayed in the back corner of the library for the entire class period. Fangs often asked questions about the book she was reading as a way to get her mind off of everything. That and he was always fascinated whenever the Chambers girl spoke about something so passionately. He could listen to her talk for hours about anything in the world and he would be in awe by it. 
When the lunch bell rang, Dakota and Fangs walked out of the library together. And from that point on, things were different between them. A good different. A different that both of them didn’t know they really needed.
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