#me and mayor yelling this at end of movie

[notllorstel]

she’s right

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #rottmnt the movie #fanart #llorsdood #llorscomic #spoilers #me and mayor yelling this at end of movie #🤝 to everyone in tags that had same thought #also 🤝 to those who drew older cass with SICK hairstyles I love you all #rottmnt spoilers #50chance they found a baby and cass who claims has the most childcare exp #I’ve successfully ran a small army of brownie girls that counts #that doesn’t … #too late I’ve raised the most stable person during the apocalypse #also a group effort

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

FOR YOU

Pairings: Ghost face!Ajax x Fem!reader Summary: Ajax is Ghost face. Warnings: Mention of Knives, blood, death, murder. bullying Note: let's just pretend he has a different power and has actual hair instead of snakes.

the killings had started a month ago, the mister Ghost face man would mess and prank with the victims over their phone, then fuck with them before they kill them.

the body's were turning in in worse conditions than the last, getting more graphic and morbid.

The first victim, Rowan Laslow. left laying in the Nightshades library, neck snapped.

then a few days later, Tyler Galpin, his lifeless body spread out in the forest on the edge of the town.

the next week, Kent, left in the bottom of the lake with a leg missing

a week later, the Mayors son, Lucas, limbs snapped in all different directions as he laid in front of Pilgrim world.

the day after they went after Gabrielle white, the girl who tortured you for years. leaving her hanging upside down from a tree, her neck half cut off.

and only yesterday they claimed their sixth victim, the boy you had been dating for a few months, the boy who also cheated on you but convinced you to stay. Clifford Wates.

his body parts scattered all over the archery field with an arrow in his eye and chest.

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you stood frozen in the quad, staring at the figure standing on the opposite you on the other side of the fountain.

your mouth was agape as you looked at the figure in a mask and a long, black coat, covering their entire body, including their big gloved hands that held a large, bloody knife.

they took a step around the fountain, making you take a step away from them, your breath hitching as they lifted the knife.

you backed up and ran away, getting away as fast as you could to escape the scary figure

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You held your breath as you hid behind a corner, the opposite side of the but if you crossed the corridor you knew they would be there, ready to grab you.

the deep raspy voice calling out your name in disappointment over and over again, clicking their tongue.

their voice sounded familiar, but you couldn't pin-point it, it sounded like any other guys' voice

"you should know better than to run away" he sighed

he sounded like he was at the end of the hall, but with the mask making him sounded muffled you weren't too sure, but he was dragging the knife along the bricked wall, making a screeching noise that irritated your ears.

"what's you next move?" he called huskily.

you looked at the stairs and bit your tongue as you built up the courage to make a run for it.

but before you could even take a step he appeared in front of you

"boo!" he yelled at you, making you scream in fright and start running the opposite direction on the stairs.

it was too late at night for anyone to hear you, it was way past the curfew and everyone would probably be in their beds sleeping or watching a movie. the only reason you weren't was because you were in town for the afternoon and the bus back get broken down, making you late.

he called your name again, his tone getting angrier the more you run and hide. you managed to run through the halls in a full circle, going about to the stairs again and running up them, hearing him behind you

"Leave me alone!" you begged, hearing his loud footsteps on the stairs

you stood blocked yourself with a table, letting it be in the way from him get to you as you looked over at the stairs to the girls dorms next to you.

you heard him laugh, gripping the knife tighter in his hand as he pointed it at you.

you got a better look at the figure.

the long cloak reaching the floor covered the entirety of his lanky and tall figure. The long white mask covered in blood.

he tilted his head, tapping his big black boots on the wooden floor with loud thuds, matching the pace of your beating heart as you shuddered at the thought of him using the blood stained knife on you.

Him dragging the blade along the skin that was exposed, tearing the skin, or jabbing the blade into your flesh before taking it out, letting the thick red liquid seep through the cut, blemishing your clothes that clung to your sweaty body, decorating you in the prettiest of red.

you imagined your still, lifeless body laying on the wooden floor, a pool of blood beneath your dead corpse with him towering over you, with a smile hiding beneath the disguise. it made your your skin crawl at the thought of dyiing like that

"please leave me alone" you cried

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, but I can't do that, I'm going to have to k1ll you" he chuckled beneath the mask

you started becoming dizzy, feeling the blood gush out of your head, making you feel lightheaded, wondering if he had stabbed you yet.

realising that he hadn't, you pushed the table against his figure harshly. making him stumble back, giving you time to run up the stairs, but he gained his balance as quickly as he got up, launching himself at you at you ran for the stairs.

he held onto your leg tightly, grazing his knife against your ankle, making your yelp.

you kicked his hand away vigorously, managing to boot him in the face, making him groan in pain.

you sprinted up the stairs, tripping over your feet at the top.

you pushed yourself up and looked down the stairs, seeing the mystery killer gone, no where to be seen.

you sighed, stumbling into your room and pressing yourself up against the door, resting your head against it.

your phone rung, making you jump in fright. you picked it up seeing it was your best friend, Ajax.

you answered it and pressed it up to your ear as you sobbed, beginning to hyperventilate.

"hey" his soft, calm voice helped you calm down a bit

"hi" you muttered tiredly

"are you ok? I didn't see you much today" he asked, he sounded a little uncomfortable

"yeah, I went into town" you stated

"are you crying?" he questioned softly

"no not really" you admitted

"what's wrong? did those boys harass you again?" he spoke sternly now

"no, I just- I mean I got harassed by some dude in a costume with a knife, he was chasing me around the school" you replied weakly

"what? he's in the school? are you alone?" he interrogated

once you told him you were he told you to go to his room where he would be there to comfort you and keep you safe. so there you were. at the bottom of the stairs, looking around your surroundings to see if you could find them.

you slowly made your way to Ajax's room, getting the the hall of the Boys' rooms to see a black silhouette shining in the moonlight

you gulped

"Ajax?" you called out quietly, having the feeling he was waiting for you.

but when he turned around your stomach dropped, making you want to faint.

the ghost man was standing in the way of Ajax's room, not giving you access to safety as he lifted the knife with his head tilted

"what's wrong, it looks like you've seen a ghost?" he taunted

"why can't you just leave me alone?" you sobbed

"I can't leave you alone, darling, that seems cruel" he laughed lowly

"it's cruel to threaten to hurt me!"

"hurt you?" he questioned "I'd never dare to hurt you, my love. I'm protecting you"

"who even are you!?" you snapped

he walked closer to you at a dangerously slow pace, not seeming threatening enough for you to walk back

he stood in front of you, the blade pointing to the ground as he ignored your question

you quickly to the knife off him and pointed it at him

"I wouldn't do that" he sighed

"why not?" you glared

"you should know better" he replied cockily

you heard a creek behind you, making you turn your head to see another one of him, only taller, and with a bigger knife.

before you could react, the original man wrapped his hand around your mouth, silencing your screams when he snatched the kn1fe off you

"don't be scared" he whispered in your ear as you tugged on his arms to release you

you watched at the blood from his costume transferred onto your skin, painting a worn out red against your flesh

you tugged onto his cloak as he dragged you back as you trembled in fear and struggled to breath

your hands explored his body harshly, smacking and pulling onto his clothes until you managed to get to his mask.

but he pushed you away before you could pull it of his face

"what's wrong? did I touch a sensitive spot. are you ugly?" you smirked

"Quite the opposite" he said confidently

"then you shouldn't be so nervous to show me then, I might even fall in love if you're lucky" you spoke sarcastically

he reached up and took off his mask tentatively.

he held the mask in his gloved hand and looked at you in the eyes in amusement

"Ajax?" your voice broke as you took a step back

"why so surprised, sweetheart?" he raised his eyebrows

you took a second to take in his features in the moonlight

his messy hair falling to just above his shoulders, pressing up to his neck.

the blood scattered over his features. a dried patch that dripped from his big nose. a trail that ran down his pink, plump lips, the splatter on the top of his neck, and the drips and patched decorating his cheekbones and loose stands of hair clung to his forehead due to the dried red thick liquid on his head.

he looked beautiful under the deep dim light.

but he looked like a monster just as much, and you hated it

"please tell me that's paint" you whimpered

"would that make you feel better?" he knitted his eyebrows together, looking concerned, but you didn't buy it

you only nodded in response, having the feeling that you can't speak, your lungs produced no air that let you breath or talk.

"it's paint then" he answered with smile on his murderous face

"why don't I believe that?" you shook your head in disbelief

"probably 'cause it's not paint" the other boy snorted

"Xavier?" you muttered

"who else would it be?" he smirked at you with his mask on his head

"I've got it from here, thanks" Ajax shooed his friend away, making him walk away with a suggestive wink

"this isn't funny" you breathed through your nose

"I mean I would say that too but the way you got scared was pretty funny" he giggled

"you threatened to kill me, Ajax! there's nothing funny about that, you are horrible" you growled

"yeah, the knife was bit too far, huh?" he looked down at it, playing with the blade with the tip of his index finger

"every bit about this is too far, you are insane! what is wrong with you?!" you cried out

"I did this for you" he huffed

you couldn't fathom the amount of emotions you had for the boy in the moment.

you couldn't believe that he threatened to hurt you

you hated that he thought this was funny

you felt sad that he would do this to you

you were angry that he still looked gorgeous, even with his face painted in red.

he looked like your best friend, but he wasn't, this wasn't the Ajax you knew.

this was someone else.

you wanted to scream and shout at him, you wanted to punch and kick him, you wanted to run your hands through his hair and make him stop, you wanted to kiss him and tell him that you loved him.

but you didn't, you couldn't.

it wouldn't feel right if you did, because you didn't love this boy, you loved Ajax.

"why?" you murmured

"haven't you noticed?" he smiled wickedly. he licked his lips and took a step closer to you

"Rowan threatened to hurt you in the Nightshade's library and threw you against the shelves. Tyler stood you up on your date to look for wild berries in the woods. Kent almost drowned you in the lake while fighting. Lucas bullied you in front of Pilgrim world. Gabrielle tortured you for years at the tree you always sit against while reading. And Clifford, cheating on you multiple times after competing in archery with you for months, turns out he's the one with bad aim" he explained

all the placed they left their lifeless body's where the places that they hurt you, they places where they left you crying.

"I did it all for you, they can't hurt you anymore, it's just us now" he grabbed your hand as a tear fell from your eye

"it's not just us now, there will never be an us" you responded bitterly.

as much as you wanted to be with him, the years of wishing he would ask you out ran out the door. you didn't want this boy, not like this.

"why not? why can't there be?" he questioned

"why? Ajax look at you! covered in people's blood holding a knife at me!" you scoffed

"I can put it away if that's what you want" he held it down, behind his back to not scare you.

"I want Ajax, I don't want whoever this is, I want my best friend, I don't want a murderer!" you groaned

"what do you mean? it's me, I am your best friend" he smiled in confusion.

"no, my best friend wouldn't do this, my best friend is shy, innocent, adorable and sweet and you are none of those things, he would never hurt anybody intentionally" you shook you head

"what do you want from me? I got rid of all of the people that have hurt you, what else could you possibly want?" his gaze softened as he looked at you longingly and pleadingly.

"well now you've hurt me" you said as he squeezed your hand lightly

"what are you saying?" he whispered

you shrugged his hand away from yours

"I'm saying stay away from me or I'm telling the police" you begun walking away from him, rushing back to your room.

--

you made a point to annoying people that you didn't really like, provoking them to say bad things and cause fights with you.

and the next few days after those, they would be announced missing and dead. making you smile knowing who's behind them.

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I have quite a few ideas for Ghost face Xavier and Ajax, so if you wanna see them just let me know!

#ajax wednesday #ajax petropolis x reader #ajax petropolus #xavier thorpe #imagine #ghost face #scream #x fem!reader #x reader #best friends #wednesday addams #netflix wednesday #wednesday series #wednesday 2022 #georgie farmer #percy hynes white

[dustteller]

Ok more Spiderverse posting because this masterpuece has melted my brain. I need to talk about this movie's thesis of being spiderman

Of course, warning for spoilers below.

In Across the spiderverse, we of course meet this myriad of new and interesting spider people along the way, and it shows us what being Spiderman means without ever explicitly telling us. On one side, we have Miguel, who is what I like to call the mathematically perfect spiderman. He hates messes, and he hates being the one to clean them up more. He will make all the sacrifices he has to to help the mayority of people, because to him, being spiderman means enduring. He sees his world as a web of identical tragedies that they're all doomed to endure. That's why he began and still leads this group of spiderpeople that join together to help keep the web of the multiverse intact. He is respected and capable, and he is always right because he will never again allow himself to be wrong.

And then, there's Miles. He is, to put it simply, a disaster. The whole movie is about how everywhere he goes, he cannot fix a problem without creating a mess to go alongside it. We see this illustrates at the very start of the movie when he tries to aprehend The Spot (who himself is a mess of Miles' accidental creation mind you), and ends up knocking over the shelves of the bodega. He is everything Miguel isn't, and he is everything Miguel hates, because he is not perfect, he is not mathematically correct, and above all, he's a mess.

And yet, it is in their confrontation that we begin to see what the movie is telling us that being spiderman is, and let me tell you something, spiderman is not Miguel O'Hara. Miles himself implies this when he remarks on Miguel's claws, and asks whether that's even something a spiderman can do.

Miguel yells at Miles for being an anomaly, and he treats him so harshly, and yet we as the audience can sense a discomfort in his words. Miguel make sus uncomfortable because it's blatantly clear that he is projecting his own trauma unto Miles. It's why the first time we see him expressing more emotions than annoyance and detached coolness is when he's first explaining the multiverse to Miles. Miles is this kid standing in front of him being told that he is about to lose his dad, and Miguel is a father that has lost the daughter that was never his to begin with. Miguel already tried to ensure a kid wouldn't lose their dad once before, and it cost him that child's life, his daughter's life. All throughout the scene where he explain the multiverse, Miguel has so much sympathy for this kid that is being told to do what he himself could not. And when Miles decides that he will do it anyways, that he will save his father, Miguel is furious because he still sees himself in Miles. All the anger he feels towards Miles is anger that he feels towards himself for his mistakes, and to see Miles be so willing to repeat them infuriates him. Miguel is clean and tidy and precise. He cannot aford to be messy and emotional and hopeful, and he cannot stand the thought that Miles still is.

And this is why Miguel O'Hara cannot be spiderman. He has abandoned all hope and optimism and the defiance of being a small-town superhero in exchange for the machines that help him navigate a world where he is not allowed to make mistakes. Miguel cannot be spiderman because he has ensured that he will never misstep ever again, and in doing so, he has robbed himself of the ability to do both.

Let's go back to that scene at the bodega, because I think that scene had a very important detail in it. Did you notice something unusual? Something that no one ever does in a superhero movie? Miles just tore up this poor man's shop AND failed to catch the guy that was trying to steal his ATM machine. By all means and comic book logic, he should have been furious, but instead simply says he'll charge Miles for the beef patty he ate, since he was only going to comp it if he caught The Spot. This man is never once angry at Miles, because he understands that he's doing his best to help. He still remains very amicable because he knows it's not Miles' intention to fuck up his store. His spiderman is just a bit messy is all, but he's good and he's trhing and that's all that matters.

The prime difference between Miles and Miguel is that Miles making mistakes is never the be all end all of his story. He knows he's messy, and he knows he fucks up sometimes, of course he does. But if he was as terrified to mess up as Miguel was, then he would never allow himself to try and save everyone. He said it himself, he can save both, he will try to save both, and he will be damned if the risk will make him give up and leave somebody for dead when he can still do something about it. Spiderman can save both, but Miguel O'Hara cannot.

#spiderman across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #miles morales #miguel o'hara #my thoughts

[rosegoldstarberry]

Humble Beginnings

A/N: This story was inspired by @lethalhedgehogs' Mario art and the Mario Bros Movie!

Mario would normally be sleeping beside his brother by now, but the muffled yelling from his parents room defeated that idea. Though, it doesn’t help that it’s also pouring rain with bouts of rolling thunder that shake the apartment building or that he is a light sleeper.

He had probably fallen asleep a couple of hours ago just as Luigi had. However, he was awoken by a slamming door, the thumping of something heavy across the floor, and harsh whispers that verged on the edge of hissing. Now, while the noise had grown muffled behind a closed door, Mario found it difficult to fall back asleep.

Mario yanks the extra blanket down from the back of the couch, bumping Luigi in the process. The younger of the two stirs but does not wake. At least, Mario doesn’t think so as he covers himself and Luigi with the new blanket.

“Mawio?” A small voice sounds breathy with sleep.

“Go back to sleep, Weegi,” Mario whispers back, laying the blanket over both of them and taking care to cover their feet.

Luigi rubs his eyes and scoots closer to Mario. “But Mamma and Papà are fighting again,” He yawns, wrapping an arm around Mario’s torso.

“I know,” Mario sighs, curling closer to his brother as thunder rattles the apartment building. They are always fighting and it has only seemed to grow worse every time Papà comes home as of late. He closes his eyes with a small yawn, “Let’s go to sleep, Weeg.”

“Okay.” The younger whispers, yawning again and settling back into the sofa.

The bedroom door swings open with a loud squeak, letting dim light spill into the room and washing it with warm yellows. Heavy boots thump their way across the worn wooden floor, making a few dishes rattle in the cabinets. They stop in front of the couch and Mario waits for something to happen. He feels Luigi tense slightly too. Though, before he can feel a hand on his shoulder, lighter footfalls enter the room and do the same. Only now, they are between them and the heavier steps.

“Don’t you dare wake them, Mariano,” Antonella whispers harshly. Her voice hoarse from yelling.

“How can they be sleeping through all that?” Mariano questions in a gruff tone, not bothering to keep his voice on the quiet end. Mario can practically see him motioning at them or the bedroom door with his large, calloused hand.

Mariano has never been a gentle man. From construction to zoo keeping, he has worked hard with his hands since before Mario and Luigi were born. He even has stories about saving the Mayor on many occasions. Mariano is a hero. At least, he is in the city, but he isn’t one at home. He hasn’t been a hero in the last few weeks.

“I work all day to provide for my famiglia only to come home to my table stacked high with bills and my boys asleep on my couch.”

“Well maybe if you came straight home after work instead of going out with your puttana for hours after dark, our boys would be awake to greet you!” Antonella shoots back, voice climbing an octave higher, “You spend all your time away from our home and expect everything to magically be perfect when you arrive. But it isn’t, Mariano! Because we have no money! Because you spend it all on your puttana instead of your family— our family!” Her voice wavers, just barely, but Mario picks up on it.

Mariano snorts, “So we’re gonna do this out here now, Caro?”

“Don’t you ‘caro’ me!” Antonella snaps, still trying to keep her voice low, “I want you out! Get out!”

“If that’s what you want, Antonella, fine.” Mariano stomps away, taking care to make as much noise as possible as he grabs his keys and yanks open the front door. As he steps out, he pauses, “I’ll come by tomorrow to gather my things.”

“Everything will be by the door,” Antonella responds, voice stern. The front door slams shut, knocking a frame from the wall, “Santa Maria, give me strength…”

Mario shifts to glance at his mother, Luigi does the same, both far too awake after everything that has just happened to think about sleep any longer. 

“Mamma?” Luigi asks, voice barely above a whisper.

“Oh, mio Dio!” Antonella jumps, placing a hand over her heart, “What are you doing awake?”

“We heard you and Papà,” Mario replies as the woman rushes to their side.

She places a hand on either of their cheeks and wobbly smiles. Her eyes are red-rimmed and puffy, “I’m sorry, amori miei.”

“Where’s Papà going?” Luigi asks, snuggling closer to Mario.

Antonella smiles gently at them, “He’s going back to work.”

“But didn’t he just get home?” Mario asks, leaning into his mother’s hand.

Antonella glances at him, “You were awake the entire time, Tesoro?”

“I’ve been awake since I heard the bedroom door closed. Papà’s boots are loud.”

She laughs, “They are, aren’t they?”

The sound of a noise engine echoes up to them, causing Antonella to scowl towards the door. The van is the only vehicle they have that actually works, but of course, Mariano has to take it. Though, Antonella has always believed him to have another car somewhere else. There’s no way a self-respecting woman would climb into that sleazy thing and be seen in it.

“How about you boys come sleep beside me tonight, hmm?” She finally continues, “I’m sure we could all use each other’s company.”

The boys light up with Mario grinning from ear to ear.

“We don’t have to sleep on the couch tonight?” Antonella shakes her head, “Not tonight, Tesoro, there’s plenty of room in mine and your Papà’s bed tonight for us to share.” She lifts them both from the couch with the blanket in tow and places a kiss on each of their foreheads. Then, she begins humming a song that only she knows.

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So I named the Mario brothers' father Mariano as it seemed like he would name one of his sons after himself. *shrug* I also added some Italian words (the italics) since it felt right--- but I also like to incorporate other languages into my fics.

Translations: Mamma - Mom Papà - Dad Puttana - wh*re Caro - Dear Mio Dio - My God Amori Miei - My loves Tesoro - Sweetheart

#lethalhedgehogs #mario movie 2023 #mario movie #smb #nintendo #fanfic #onshot? #mario bros #mario #luigi #super mario #mario luigi #antonella (lethalhedgehogs) #mario oc #italian

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Your ideal SM4 plot. Go!

I have thought about this so much and it might change again in 6 months but as of December 2023:

spider-man swing sequence babey. I want us in media res of a car chase, of swinging around with a hot dog, of kids cheering and a guy yelling

I want us seeing Peter /in his element/ as a parallel to the end of NWH with his shiny ass suit but in the day time. He is spider-man. He is living. He is thriving.

He comes home to shitty apartment. EVEN BETTER if it’s the same shitty apartment. Some time has passed. Maybe a year? Background has ESU brochures, the place is no less shitty but more filled out. Peter had made it a home™️

Eating noodles from the fridge like the trash he is, turning on his shitty tv and what does he see???? Fisk. Running for Mayor.

Special cameos: Black Cat Felicia, who he’s already done the horizontal tango with. There’s chemistry. There’s vibes. Knowing the MCU, this would end up being downgraded into just barely meeting her but in MY movie, they’re established off screen.

Daredevil cameo. Flingy bois fight together. Plot of SM4 ties in with Daredevil Born Again.

Peter is smart. Peter is capable. Peter figures shit out and then mid way through the movie it happens: he sees her.

MJ (and Ned if Jacob Batalon gets over himself) are back in the city. Why? Who knows. Peter doesn’t that’s for sure and that’s what trips him up.

Maybe almost gets hurt / gets hurt because he’s distracted. Gets patched up, preferably by Felicia, reminding him that he stayed away for a reason.

Grounded moment volunteering with FEAST. BIG May Parker’s enduring legacy vibes. But oh no. Fisk,,,, is on the move.

Fight punch kachow. You know the drill.

Peter swings off and he did it and the mystery of MJ is unknown but. He will live to see another day.

I would SCREAM if it ends with Flash as the end of the movie stinger, he is the one who has the “oh shit” Peter is Spider-Man moment. But if it’s MJ, I won’t complain.

@ Feige hmu let me ruin a franchise I got ideas.

#seek speaks #spideychelle #petermj #petermjane #spider-man #Peter Parker #no way home #sm4

[by-glass-and-waves]

So I may have decided to do some work on a 19th century AU ha ha ha sorry pls let me know if anyone else has already claimed it for themselves

And hilariously, it is an AU based on Restart, so it'll have Allani and her banter with Narinder. At least I hope it'd be good banter.

So think Pride and Prejudice vibes but Cult of the Lamb

And it might be because I watched the movie Emma. And because it was the time of the year to watch Pride and Prejudice, and Sense and Sensibility.

Bishops: Royal family of the Lands of the Old Faith, each sibling has a title

Shamura: the ruler, obvs

Narinder: doesn't flex his title or royal family status and just wants to do his own thing, which gets him estranged from the others because they see him as shirking his duties. He's only on good terms with Leshy and they visit each other on occasion, causing rumors that they're conspiring against Shamura

Ratau: mayor, retired military officer, owns a shipping company with Ratoo

Ratoo: retired naval officer, usually out on voyages with The Goods™, not sure if I'd have his fiancée lost to sea/drowning incident or have her in town because they deserve a happy ending

Baal and Aym: learning magic and combat from Ratau (and sometimes Ratoo when he pops up)

Forneus: owner of the local inn

Lamb (I'll be honest, it's Allani from Restart): adopted daughter of Ratau, he found her during a campaign in which her hometown was razed, there were a few other survivors who joined his town, also learning how to magic and combat from Ratau

Hauron: another survivor and adopted son of Ratau, super protective cousin of Allani

Rakshasha and the missus: work in Forneus' kitchen? Or should they work in Narinder's kitchen idk

Plimbo: another employee of Ratau and Ratoo, always complaining about his MIL visiting him and his wife every other week

Midas: that guy who owns super decked out place and has parties all the time, and MAYBE some out-of-towners go missing after, and MAYBE he has a few new sculptures in their likenesses after, but no one asks questions

So Narinder might be this mysterious gentleman who just moved into the big house down the street, whatever, no big deal, sounds like he's been Ratau and Ratoo's benefactor and is finally showing his face etc.

Narinder comes by to discuss business matters with the Rat brothers when she runs into him and goes "excuse me you aren't even gonna apologize?" when he acts all "ugh you messed up my coat"

Meanwhile Ratau in the background shaking his head and silently mouthing "NO STOP"

Narinder decides he does need some employees to care for his home and hires Allani, Hauron, the Twins, and other townspeople

Cue verbal sparring as Allani challenges the fuck out of Narinder and his life choices or something while he thinks he can whittle her down

Hauron is super overprotective, is like "I don't like that rich character" and tries to set her up with other townspeople/whoever, much to her annoyance, Narinder's entertainment, and eventually, his growing jealousy

Especially like "also he's of a higher standing than we are, it's foolish to think that you'd have a chance with him or that he'd have genuine affection for you, sorry fam but he'd def want to marry into similar status because $" not knowing he's got the royal family's wallet in his pocket

Shamura and family still care for him, it's just most of them think he's an idiot for just wanting to fuck around and not be responsible and will happily welcome him back once he decides he does want to do his duties

I can't wait for interactions like this:

Leshy: I heard you have a maid gf

Narinder: spits out camellia tea

Allani: pours more tea on Narinder in shock while yelling at Leshy EXCUSE ME?

Also something I'm toying with rn

I wonder if Narinder should use another name because not everyone knows or needs to know he's royalty. Would be fun to use names for the afterlife/death deities. Asphodel, Akert, Amenthes, Mitnal, Kur, whatever else. Leaning on Asphodel or Amenthes.

But yeah I'm just gonna add it to my belt of oops stories/AUs

#cult of the lamb #cotl #cotl narinder #cotl narilamb #cotl lamb #cotl au #cotl 19th century au #cult of the lamb au #au of an au #what is wrong with my life #Forgive me for I have sinned #Truly I am a fool

[fancoloredglasses]

The Rocky Horror Picture Show (Making it fun to yell at the movie since 1975), Part 1

[All images are owned by 20th Century Fox Disney....wait, really?! Anyway, please don't sue, kill, eat, or...whatever they did to everyone at the end...me]

WARNING: This review is NSFW, as it deals with sexual themes. You’ve been warned.

Are you OK with this? Good, then let’s continue.

(Thanks to 20th Century Studios)

In 1973 a little-known actor named Richard O’Brien decided to write and compose a musical stage production as a way to explore his own questions about his sexuality. Two years later, it was adapted for a movie…and late-night movies (especially around Halloween) haven’t been the same since.

While the movie wasn’t well-received as far as ticket sales went, when theaters started doing midnight showings of the film it developed a cult following, as well as becoming a banner for the queer community, with patrons of both genders dressing as the cast, as well as in their best feminine intimate wear…

(Thanks to Liverpool Echo)

…and talking back to/over the movie (a la MST3K) and bring props to display/throw (much to the employees’ chagrin. After all, they have to clean it all up after the movie’s over). Most theater-goers have a “script” of how they choose to do so (of course, if everyone has a different script in their head it can get very chaotic) If you’re curious, there are several versions online. Here’s one such example.

This review is going to be done slightly different than most, even the one that was essentially a musical in that I will be going over the songs after the clips (as most of the plot is driven through them) and will be including audience partici…

SAY IT!

…pation lines (at least the ones I do) on occasion. These will be done in chat font, as above.

(Word of warning, despite whatever I may say at the movie, it’s not intended to be mean-spirited. I’m just going along with the show)

So, without further ado, let’s get on with the show! If you would like to watch the film, it's behind your favorite paywall, or if you want the full experience, find out which of your local theaters is showing it on Halloween!

(Thanks to Dr. Frank-N-Furter)

So just whose lips are those? Well, scuttlebutt says that Mick Jagger volunteered his, but was turned down. Instead, those belong to Patricia Quinn (who plays Magenta). However, the voice is not Quinn’s, but O’Brien’s. Now, if you actually paid attention to the opening credits instead of just responding to the song, you’ll know exactly who is playing what. However, I will clue you in when they make their first appearance anyway.

Now, back to the movie as we dissolve to a church…

These lips died for your sins!

…where a wedding has just transpired (This is where the audience should start throwing rice at the screen). The photographer gets a photo of the happy couple and the family.

Now I have their souls!

The groom has a quick chat with his best man, Brad Majors, ...

ASSHOLE!

...played by Barry Bostwick (who was the mayor in Spin City) as the bride throws the bouquet

Hey, who has herpes?

…where it’s caught by Brad’s girlfriend, Janet Weiss, ...

SLUT!

...played by Susan Sarandon (who was half of Thelma and Louise)

This inspires Brad to sing to her. Before we get to the song, I have to wonder…

…who the hell puts a billboard in the middle of a cemetery? OK, on to the song!

(Thanks to Goldie McDuck)

OK, that’s an efficient church!

Those who are observant will recognize the church workers as O’Brien, Quinn, and Nell Campbell (AKA “Little Nell”). We’ll be discussing them later. For now, we go to the expository section of the film, narrated by “the Criminologist” (played by Charles Gray, who played Blofeld in a number of James Bond films)

…and has no fucking neck!

The Criminologist explains that, after getting engaged, Brad...

ASSHOLE!

...and Janet...

SLUT!

...decided to visit their old friend and former professor Dr. Everett Scott. He then foreshadows that the night is going to be memorable, but not in the way they’d hoped.

Speaking of the lovebirds, they’ve gotten hopelessly lost. Even worse, Brad’s car gets a blowout! Brad remembers passing a castle.

Castles don’t have phones, asshole!

Brad and Janet trudge through the rain to the castle. As the weather worsens, music starts to swell…

(Thanks to Gothic Witch Chick)

(Quick note: Susan Sarandon had pneumonia during filming. Props to her for doing this number in the rain in her condition)

Does the castle have what they need or is this the end for the happy couple? Tune in for Part 2 and find out!

#rocky horror picture show #tim curry #barry bostwick #susan sarandon #richard o'brien #meat loaf #musicals #audience participation #lgbtqiia+ #Fan Colored Glasses

[lilywily143]

I have now found a analog horror that doesn't have jumpscares and the types of faces that make me wanna sob when I see them. You know, stretchy smiles?

It's called Winter of '83, give if a fully watch. And I mean fully. It was apparently a April Fools analog horror movie and has a corny begining but it is soooo cool

I have my live reactions down here, I started on discord for my ranting heh

OF COURSE A COLLAPSED BUILDING IS CALLED THE EMBRACE

OH SHIT SKELETON AND BLOOD

Why do people care more about their cars than their well-beings...?? Though that really gives a reference to how much snow their is, my god

let's hope they come...

deputy blair.... oh gosh... please be yourself...

window?

oh Lord...

this yelling

this is intense

IS THE MAYOR A PARASITE THING?!

oh no. chasing.

this is... not good.

NOT STEVEN NO HE'S DEAD

GO AWAY FROM HIM DARCY

.....and the screaming

BACK TO CARL!!!!! HE'S ALIVE!!!

please stay alive for me... you're awesome

interesting little parasite..

THE ORIGINAL "can you help me with this?" IT WAS THE SCINCE BUDDY'S COLLEGUE THAT GAVE ME A HEART ATTACK

oh gosh

I couldn't hear that one question the parasite asked

what is happening?!

oh gosh it's getting worse...

"What is God?" THATS WHAT THEY ASKED

"It is we" YOU ARE NOT GOD YOU PARASITES

you are in the right Robert Chandra...

this is almost done.

OH NO BROKEN GLASS

...Carl don't leave now... it's all sn- DARCY?!

DARCY IS DEAD NOW NO NO NO NO NO

Carl no...

CARL GOT A GUN

is he okay.....

when will the snow talk though the news again..

20 inches of snow?! that's intense

OH GOSH WHO'S INTURRUPTING THE NEWS

OH LORD THESE SOUNDS

.....oh gosh...

EVIL ASS PARASITE TAKING THE VOICE "Sorry to inturupt. leave. house. step. outsite. the storm. is shelter." GHAHGSIBGJWEKLDSV

CARL PLEASE PLEASE GET SAFE!!!

I KNOW YOU WONT MAYBE BUT PLEASE!!!

The battery is dying....

too quiet....

where is this snowman gonna come from >:[

sirens!

he's running

was that a phone on the ground?

oh no a person was gotten

he's running for the sirens? maybe its a truck

where are you now Carl.....?

OH FUCK THAT OH MY GOD I NEVER EXPECTED TO SEE THAT SNOWMAN WITH THE IMITATION OF CARL, THAT WAS SO FREAKY

oh this little ending part after the credits...

my Lord this was insane; how was this a April Fools analog horror?!??!?

#lilywily post #live blog #lilywily live blog

[xgoddessoffandomsx]

Scream: In My Head

Tag squad: @atiny-angel @swifteforeverandalways @axelwolf8109 @moxxieswitchblade @lynsrosegarden @ozzypawsbone-princeofbarkness @the-iridescent-phoenix @sargentbarxes @lee-likes-birds

Warnings: Violence against a minor

To the Ghostface simps: Austin is a fifteen year old being attacked by a killer for no reason other than to get to Seth, he is a minor, I do no want any thirsting towards Ghostface

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We on for tomorrow?

Austin smiled at his boyfriend's text and tried to think of a responde.

Give me a reason?

Damian sent a selfie and Austin held his phone to his chest, using his inhaler for both legit reasons and dramatic effect. His phone rang, making the teen jump as he checked the Id. Unknown number. 

"Hello?" He answered; slightly annoyed. "Hi, is Stephanie home?"

"Annnnd how do you know my mother?" The voice chuckled. "She's the mayor, who doesn't know her?"

"I can take a message for her from creepy man on phone" Austin snarked.

The voice laughed again, Austin checking the alarms. "Do you like horror movies?" "Depends, Halloween Ends sucked"

"What's your favorite scary movie?" "I think the Lighthouse is great, X, Prey, I love Black Phone"

"Ahhh you like elevated horror" "If that's what it's called sure" Austin rolled his eyes.

"I think it is Austin"

The teen's body went cold.

"How do you know my name?" "Like I said, I know your mother, your father, your brother, you boyfriend-" "Don't!" Austin shouted, the yell echoing in the large empty house.

"Aw did I upset the baby?" The voice was now threatening. "My mom will be back any minute!" "We both know your mama is out of town until Monday" Austin was trembling as he texted Damian to call 911.

Stalker, please call the police

"Put the phone down!" Austin yelped in fright. He looked at the many windows. "I'm calling the cops!"

A sharp knock at the door made him scream more. "Why are you doing this?" He whimpered. "I have to get your brother here somehow"

The alarms turned off. "What the fuck?!" Austin quickly turned it back on. "Don't test me" The voice growled

The window was shattered and a figure dressed in a black robe wearing a white mask with a almost screaming expression. Austin stood frozen in fear as they swiped at him with a knife, cutting his elbow as he covered his face at the last second.

The teen was scared for his life, genuinely scared as he ran, the figure tripping him and stomping on his left knee.

Austin screamed in pain as he tried to crawl, the figure stabbing him in the right ankle and dragging him closer. "No! Please, please!" Austin pleaded as his attacker stabbed him in the shoulder.

"Police!" The figure ran off when the police entered, Austin passing out from blood loss and the pain taking over his mind.

#my writing #scream au #scream

[slayerchick303]

I had a vivid QAF dream last night. My brain is so weird.

In the dream, I know instinctually that my best friend is Justin's roommate in New York. I am Brian's coworker and neighbor in Pittsburgh. A movie adapting my best friend's novel is being made in NY. She is going to the mayor to ask for a favor. I warned her that in my experience, politicians would want a favor in return (I've spent literally my entire life around politicians, and this is true, just FYI).

The first thing I see in the dream is Brian and I working on an ad in Brian's loft at night. I get an e-mail from my bestie with a video file, saying I was right about the mayor wanting a favor. I start to play the clip and see Justin in the background. They're in Justin/my friend's apartment with 2 kids talking about some charity work where the kids come visit them after school. At the end of the video, the 2 kids run over to a man on a nearby couch. Justin follows them and kisses the guy sitting on the couch.

Brian is watching the video with me and becomes Mr. Broody McMopey. He won't talk, but I know that he didn't know Justin was seeing anyone, never mind living with a guy as it appeared in the video.

I'm all of a sudden at my friend/Justin's place in New York with Brian. We're celebrating the premiere of my bestie's movie. I know we've all been talking and that Brian, Justin, and Justin's boyfriend have been getting along, even though I haven't seen it in the dream. I can tell that Brian is not handling Justin being in a serious relationship emotionally, though. I can see Brian is absolutely drunk off his ass, but he is hiding it from everyone else well. A guy is really hitting on him, but he's ignoring him.

Meanwhile, on the opposite side of the room, Justin, his boyfriend, and 2 other guys start making out. At this point in the dream, I'm not really there anymore. It's more like I'm an invisible person watching Brian. Brian is angry as hell. Justin was all dead set on monogamy with him, and here it looks like Justin and his live-in boyfriend are about to start an orgy. Brian tells the guy hanging off him to go join the group about to have sex because he's uninterested. The guy does so, and Justin doesn't even glance in Brian's direction. I didn't actually see what Justin and the guys were doing in my dream after that, I just saw Brian fuming watching them and knew the group was having sex.

Suddenly, Brian and I are outside and it's morning. I know instinctively that we went back to our hotel rooms sometime that night. I tell Brian he looks like shit and he says I do too, but that I always look like shit and I don't even have the excuse of partying. I asked if he was up moping about Justin all night in his room. He says he doesn't mope. I call bullshit and assure him that Justin's relationship won't last with that guy. I promise Brian that I could tell, and that my friend said it was only a matter of time before they broke up.

Brian started to get this smirk on his face, so I cut him off before he could say anything. I told him not to get his hopes up, that as long as Justin wanted what he did and Brian didn't want those things, they were never going to work as a couple. Brian agreed, saying they'd been ridiculous to even try. I got mad, saying I might not understand the whole love thing, but it was never stupid to try.

I don't remember what happened next, but the next thing I know, I'm yelling at Brian on the sidewalk (I'm pretty sure we were still in New York). I'm angry at him that he had promised to tell Justin that his cancer had returned when he was in New York and didn't. I know Brian said something back, but I can't remember what it was because I woke up a second later.

I know a reason for that dream was me writing a Britin fan-fiction before bed. Another was me worrying that my cancer might be out of remission, and I need to be screened again. I'm also in the process of moving. Last night, I saw mugs with my family's political offices they held bullshit on them.

I wouldn't be surprised if my friend's book was made into a movie because it is that good. It's weird that she was in the dream, though, because she is straight and has never seen a single episode of the show. LOL

My brain is a weird, weird, weird place.

#queer as folk us #queer as folk #i hope my cancer isn't back #my brain #dreams #weird dreams #qaf #qaf us #brian kinney #justin taylor #justin x brian #brian x justin #britin #writing problems #fanfic writer #fan fiction writer #writerslife

[lamome10]

Bacurau (2019) 1/25/2023 Evelyn Lee

I felt a sense of split while watching this movie.

I knew it was a story about an ethnic in Brazil, and it was quite fresh and beautiful in the beginning though there’s some strange things happened on the way back to the heroine’s home. The seed, the funeral, the old woman who was yelling…everything was natural, relaxed, cool, and even a bit mythical. But when the UFOs appeared, which were apparently AI-generated animation, the story became unexpected . The whole movie suddenly had a big switch and turned out to be another Wakanda Forever thing. Still, I understood because they had to fight for their family and homeland. So I quickly switched to the intense mood of watching a Hollywood action movie, but it's over after a while. Then, the mayoral candidate who suddenly appeared at the end with a vague political stance and was finally exiled made me question that my understanding were wrong all the way.

I don't understand Brazil's history and political tendencies. If I only viewed it from the movie itself and the impact it could bring (including making people who don't know the history have the urge and eager to know more beyond the content of the movie. What was happening during these years? What’s going on now?), I don't feel the motivation. I checked later and found out that it was conducted by two directors, and maybe that’s why it was confused. There were too much to say and too many elements to fit together. The concept was good. However, the aesthetics, literary and artistry of the movie were not enough and complete. If the second half of the story could follow the mystery of "why Bacurau disappeared on the map", it might be more connected with the mythology brought by the seed put in the heroine's mouth at the beginning.

[ocenitram]

Henry- Checking Emma's diaper, Henry chuckled. "Looks like you did. Let's go get you changed" he said, "And you never told me what movie you wanted" he told his baby niece.

Henry tried not to laugh at Regina's comments about Snow. "Really? Go on Mom, how long did it take Snowy?" he teased, but turned read as soon as the mayor mentioned him.

Zelena was mad now. "NO!" she yelled, "Change me, dada?" she asked Robin, trying to seem cute. "Ha ha Zelly is a baby" Roland teased his younger sister. "And Emmy, do you wannna play later?" Roland asked his baby niece. Henry had to think for a minute. "I was thinking about maybe going to a movie with Violet."

"No, I wants to do it," Emma said she wanted to try and change her own diaper. "I wants to see the vroom vroom movie," Emma replied of course she was referring to cars. What you want see?" the blonde sk her uncle wanting him to be included.

"Well, she wasn't potty-trained till 15 but she still had some nighttime accident and after that the fiasco with me becoming the evil queen happed, but she was fully potty trained by that point. " Regina explained causing Snow to be quite embarrassed "MOTHER!" the bandit princess repeated. "Oh, I remember one-time when Henry refused a change just like Zelly and he ended up with a rash as red as a tomato he was my little tomato butt I think his behind is still a little red from that time." Regina finished.

"Well sweetie your mommy was going to change you and you said you didn't want one besides I can't go up against mommy she's the queen," Robin teased but he stood up from his chair and carried his baby for a diaper change. Roland don't tease your baby sister," Regina lectured she was happy having her children and granddaughter here made her smile she would love a picture of the entire family. "Oh, that's a wonderful idea lad," Robin said and Snow smiled and started her song. Henry and Violet sitting in a tree first comes love then comes marriage then comes baby in the baby carriage!" Snow fished her song.

#regina mills #henry mills #robin hood #roland hood #zelena mills #emma swan #snow white #Babysitting Emma Swan

[joeyskattebo]

The Far West chapter 3 part 1

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            And before everyone had known it, the bosses that the workers of Figgans answer to have changed; and the crew is hard at work cooking almost entirely new recipes to serve the public; the regulations are more strict, though other than that, everyone’s jobs are mostly the same; the new owners are Janice and Mark, middle aged white people, who every once come by, sometimes announced, and others not. Molly is chopping up a few pounds of onion, garlic, and kale, and John and Phil are chopping green peppers and chicken:

            "You know one of the greatest horror movies of all time is?"

            "What?" they both asked:

            "Pshyco!"

            "Hell yeah!" Molly said.

            "I thought that was alright. I think The Shining is my favorite.”

            "I liked that one a lot too," Phil said as Molly nodded her head. Donna returns from the side of the kitchen that is closer to the dining rooms. People are have been enjoying the new Shoffer recipes; sometimes classical musicians play while people their pricey entrees, and the other night, the mayor came in for a bite to eat; Donna rolls an cart full of dirty dishes passed the cooks as they prep and cook; she takes them into the dishpit where Stew is washing the dishes and listening to jazz music on Molly's iPod. After an hour of the crew hard at work, Donny and Molly change places as everyone continues at their places:

            "I never got into gambling," Molly said as she spayed off a plate.

            "I understand kiddo, I enjoy going to the casino when I'm in Las Vegas, or buying the occasional lottery ticket at the gas station," Donny said after he put a stack of small pans on the shelf.

            "I hear ya," Molly said sending a load of dishes to the machine as it whished and whirled.

~

            Later on that night, Molly and Raquel on the south end of town and walking the stage and bar area of Vaun's Rock Club and Bar. The place is crowded and everyone is mingling and drinking, and ordered from the busy bar. Within fifteen minutes, the opening band Dishpit are almost about to play and the long haired guitarist and bassist are tuning their instruments; their drummer, an big strikingly beautiful pale woman wearing an blue flannel shirt with long wild black hair counts off the first song, and with that the band start their set; they are an grunge band that play original material, along with covers from several grunge bands; the singer has long disheveled black hair, large silver ear rings, pale skin, and is thin and handsome; he is wearing an long brown trench coat, black finger-less gloves an black Pentagram shirt, old black jeans and big black boots; Dishpit  play through their first three songs, and the crowd is enjoying them, and an big mosh pit starts; they end the third song with an small drum solo and everyone claps as feedback from the guitar rings out.

            "Thank you," the singer said before taking an swirl from an beer bottle, "This next song," he said out a little out of breath, "is an cover by the band Green River," he continued; he looks bigger with the trench coat, and the finger-less gloves he is wearing; they start to play the slow dirge before launching into an heavy mid-tempo charge and before his launches into singing the song the band stops playing for an moment so the he can let out an yell:

I've crushed a thousand ants

And I've flushed a hundred spiders

I didn't even know their names

I never let it bother me

Dead bugs on the sole of my shoes

Dead bugs clog the drain

What's dead is now long forgotten

I never let it bother me

No memories of anything, no feeling

No memory of anything, no pain

Blood rain stains my shirt

Blood rain blackens my heart

A thousand bloody faces crack my mind

Once again the band stops playing for an moment so he let out an organismic moan, and with that the band starts up again so he finish the song:

What's done is done

I just always was

What's done is lost in memory

I never let it bother me

I never let 'em bother me

The singer is confrontational and energetic, as he runs and jumps all over stage, and the band is similar, they head bang, and jump and bump into each other along with the crazy seeming singer; his voice is loud, intense, and mostly yells melodically and viciously, and occasionally wails; Molly joins the mosh pit, as Raquel stands in the back and drinks an heavy beer; they finish that song, and the singer announces another:

            "This song is about the poor, and the very wealthy." They burst into an heavy mid tempo song, and they all head bang wildly until the singer begins to yell angrily as he runs around the stage; the band continues to play for a few more songs until the singer announces the next band:             "I see a lot of smug faces looking at me tonight, well thanks for coming out anyway I guess," he said with a smirk, "Anyway, you might like this next band even better, up next is, Lucifer!” People begin to cheer,“Stick around from them, and Road Rage," the crowed explodes with applause, "all the way from New York fucking City, thank you so much for having a couple

[renova-writes]

The Silver Shadow

Summary: The Avengers come up with a plan to capture you. Unfortunately, you are not a stupid girl. They know this and must come up with something that is foolproof. Everyone knows that this is their only chance for decades to get you and they are not messing around. You make your way to one of your many safe houses only to get captured. But, as it turns out, the Avengers want you alive.

Words: 2,007

Warnings: swearing, violence, talk of suicide

Tags: @shadowolf993 @daisy116

Other Chapters: Masterlist

A/N: I’ve got my plan for this fic FINALLY laid out. I’m sorry it’s taken so long for this chapter. I’ve been busy with the end of the school year and stuff like that. Anyways I hope you enjoy this chapter. If you do you should totally ask to join the tag list for this fic or request your own. And remember: comments and asks are always okay. 🖤🖤

Chapter 4: What was the point?

"Where do you think she is?" Rhodes asked. Fury had called him in from the Military to find you. He and the rest of the Avengers were in Tony's penthouse living room. The floor-to-ceiling windows showed off just how high up the room was. Not only displaying the might of the building, but it also had a near-perfect view of Manhattan. The city that never sleeps was illuminated by the pinkish-orange glow of the sunset.

"According to my calculations and the report of the Special Ops on the train that reported her. She is approximately 80 miles outside of Quebec. "Vision said, "Whether she is aware of that proximity or not, our best move would be to have a watch in the city."

"Definitely," Steve agreed, "I'll talk to the mayor and call in a few favors."

"What if she never makes it to Quebec? She's probably not stupid. What if all those eyes cause her to stay off the grid? Then we'll never catch her." Tony criticized. It was true; you weren't stupid. If you got wind of an alert to look out for someone who looked even remotely like you, you were going to stay as far away if you could.

One time, you had left a witness, and they reported you to the police. Like clockwork, they put out a wanted alert. It was 1985, and you were in Los Angeles, so they had more significant issues to deal with. You got lucky because, at the time, it was the height of the terror caused by the Night Stalker.

To be honest, you had never really understood serial killers. You were technically one, but the psychopathic killers—the crazy cannibal sadists. HYDRA had checked your mental health, and the results had come back pretty standard. There was a bit of crazy in you, but hey, who doesn't have any?

Since everyone was so scared of the Night Stalker, they didn't pay too much attention to someone who had killed one minor, uninfluential politician. No one reported you, and no one cared. You left Los Angeles unscathed but a little rattled.

What if someone had reported me?... What would happen?... Thank God it didn't happen this time?... I need to be more careful…

You had learned your lesson. If you got wind someone was looking for you, they were never, ever going to find you—end of story.

"He's right," Bucky said as he walked into the room. After Steve talked to him, he went back to his room to clean up before joining the rest of the Avengers in coming up with a plan to catch you. "She's careful. There's too much on the line for her."

"Then what do we do?" Wanda asked, "How do we catch her?"

"Hear me out… We still do a watch and tell the mayor. But we don't release it to the public. We let law enforcement know and send them as many troops as we can." Clint suggested.

"With undercover cops?" Banner asked.

"Exactly," He responded. "Let Y/N think that everything is normal. That no one's looking for her."

"All in favor?" Steve asked. Everyone voted yes. It was a good idea. You didn't know it yet, but it was an excellent idea. "I'll let the mayor and police chief know then."

Steve walked out and made his way to one of the comm rooms. The rest of the avengers looked among one another. They were all on edge. Sam Wilson, who had absolutely no idea how dangerous you were, was the least worried. To him, you were just another common criminal who would be caught. On the other side of the spectrum, Bucky could barely keep himself together. After excusing himself, he walked to the bathroom, locked the door, and wasn't heard from for a few hours.

Everyone else waited for a while to see if they were still needed before making their way to various spots. Some, like Nat and Wanda, went to their rooms. Banner went to the lab with Tony, and Clint went to the gym.

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You were no better off than you were yesterday. Maybe you had clothes, sure, but you also managed to have sex with an asshole and assault the guy. Alex wasn't going to remember it, but that didn't make it right. Out of all of the things you had done, your conscience said that was the worst. You had acted like a monster. Hopefully, he would be okay. You wouldn't.

After storming out of the King's Treason, you found yourself on a dirt road through a forest. It was the middle of the night, and all the stars were awake. You wondered what was up there. After watching the Battle of New York unfold on television, you were well aware that you weren't alone in the universe. Thor had made that clear. But you still didn't know precisely what there was. In your mind, the galaxy was rich with alien life. Things that looked like humans but with rainbow-colored skin. Somethings that looked nothing like humans. You wondered if it was like Star Wars showed it. That would be cool. But you didn't know, because you had never seen an alien in real life before.

When you stared at the stars, there was always one that stood out to you. It wasn't the biggest or the brightest, but it was the most beautiful. If someone asked you if you wanted to go to space and you could go to any star or place, that would be the one. It didn't matter if nothing was there, but you knew there was. You just knew. The moon was bright tonight too. It dimed out the light of the surrounding stars and made the night on Earth a little brighter.

There was only one road to follow. Since all roads lead somewhere, you picked one and started walking. The night was peaceful and quiet. That was what you needed. You looked at your watch that had a compass on it. You were heading southeast.

The scenery remained the same for the first few miles. Suddenly the forest began shifting into the countryside. The rolling hills morphed into gated suburbs. A quick glance at your GPS told you that you were in Quebec.

Quebec…. I have a safe house here… Finally some peace and quiet…

You walked for an hour until you found the road that led to the neighborhood your house was in. It had been a few years since you had gone to his house. Everything was the same, but a little different. The streets were emptied in the early morning air, but it wasn't the same Quebec that you remembered. The barbershop on the corner was gone. The window that had once said Chez Berruby's Barbers had been changed to an ice cream store.

The more you looked, the more you saw the changes. That was never a good sign. But you ignored it and kept walking down the street until you got to Rue Saint-Paul. That was your street. You were right; everything was changing. Every single house on the street looked well kept and trimmed. The bushes were perfect, and the grass was green. Then there was your safe house. The yard was brown, and the windows were cracked. It stuck out like a sore thumb, which meant you would stick out too.

It's only for a night… Or two… We'll move on again…

You looked in a small notebook you kept in your supply belt for where you had hidden the key. Under the pot shaped like a frog. Was it on the front steps? No. After searching the side gate area, the garage, and the balcony over it, you concluded that there was no frog pot. There might have been a few years ago. But a lot can happen in a year. Let alone three or four.

"Well fuck it," you muttered. You got a knife out and picked the lock. A click told you the door was unlocked, so you went inside. You opened the door and stepped inside. The house was musty and smelled like cat pee. You followed the hallway past the stairs and into the kitchen.

To be honest, you didn't know what you were expecting when you opened the fridge. Definitely not food. To your surprise, there was a moldy pizza and flat Coca-Cola. You were not that desperate. After rummaging through the cabinets, you found some cans of kidney beans. The expiration date was last week, but they'd have to do.

Halfway through the can of rancid beans, you heard the fists banging against the door.

"Y/n Y/L/N? We know you're in there." A deep voice yelled, "Turn yourself in now, and we can do this quickly and quietly. I will give you a minute to come out, and then we will come in. Understood?"

No. They were most definitely not understood. You would not be going out without a fight. They were probably going to execute you right there on the steps. If they wanted to kill you. They were going to need to catch you first.

How about a game of cat and mouse?... Maybe this mouse will bite you in the nose... Who nose...

But you couldn't take it anymore. Fear took over. Instead of fighting, your first instinct was to hide. You flew upstairs and flung yourself into the top shelf of a closet. Who cared if it wouldn't be able to hold you? You were hiding for your life. Fear crept up your spine as you saw the end come into sight. Movies always showed the last moments of someone's life as an emotional roller coaster. Maybe if you lived longer, you could have seen some more movies. But they were right.

What had you done with your life? Lie? Kill? For what? For who? What was the point? You had never trusted anyone. Never loved anyone. You didn't even know what love was supposed to feel like. If you could live again, you would try to be a regular person. To live and love. For a trip to Starbucks for an Iced Latte be a normal thing. Not something you had to plan for months for. For friends. People you could trust and care about.

You wished that you could be dying in a huge comfortable bed, with your lover holding your hand. Surrounded by friends and family. Reflecting on your life and having no regrets. You could have a beautiful funeral where people flocked from near and far to celebrate the life of the girl they all loved. Your family would get so many flowers that all the bees of the world would come and dance on your grave.

But that was a fantasy.

Instead, you were alone. Scared out of your mind on a shelf in a closet. In a house that wasn't yours. Alone.

Tears fell down your face as you compared what your life could have been to what it was. You almost wanted them to kill you so it could be over.

It's all over… And I'm… Happy?...

"Anyone in here?" A soldier called. You were surprised he couldn't hear your heart hammering through your chest. Or the hurricane in your eyes.

The footsteps of three other soldiers entered the room and began tearing it apart.

Five… Four… Three… Two… On-

"Found her!" He shouted. He opened the closet door and barely had time to get the sentence out before you shot him. You didn't even have room in your mind to feel sorry. You were numb and tired and scared for your life.

You jumped out of the closet and aimed your gun at the next guy.

He fell down. And the next. You only got shots onto those two before everything went dark.

Am I dead?... Please tell me I'm dead… Shit…

The darkness faded into blinding white. After that faded, you saw that you were in a prison cell. And not dead. Fuck.

#loki #marvel #loki laufeyson #marvel imagine #loki odinson #marvel tv show #tom hiddleston #hiddlestoners #hot hiddleston #disney plus #loki smut #loki (marvel) #loki x you #loki x y/n #loki x reader #avengers x you #avengers x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky x you #bucky x reader #avengers fic #the silver shadow

[gch1995]

I just listened to ShadowStreak read part of the leaked live action CW PPG script, and while it sounds like they’ve fucked up every character worse than ever before, it sounds like they did Professor Utonium’s character the worst injustice again by turning him into a controlling, narcissistic, and shallow stage dad, which is just not who is character was at all in the classic cartoon. 

Professor Utonium had a few OOC of indifferent, neglectful, or ridiculously stupid bad parenting in the classic cartoon here and there in some episodes, such as “Daylight Savings,” “Moral Decay,” “Coupe’detat,” and “Keen on Keane.” He could be misguided and naive at times in episodes like “Mommy Fearest,” “Town ‘n’ Out,” and “Uh Oh, Dynamo,” though he meant well. However, those naive moments and/or OOC instances of bad parenting to fit certain plots were pretty far and few between ones that he would either snap out of at the end of the same episode, and/or they would never referenced or mentioned in following episodes of the series ever again when things went back to normal.

However, in the 2002 prequel movie and in most episodes of the classic cartoon, Professor Utonium was an attentive, caring, doting, kind, and selfless good dad, and a good person, who loved his three little girls dearly. He was proud of them for fact that they chose to risk their lives to save him and their city, and he encouraged them when they didn’t believe in themselves as heroes, but he never forced them to be heroes. That was Blossom’s, Bubbles’, and Buttercup’s choice, not his. Professor Utonium treated the girls as people, rather than products or experiments more than any other adult in the classic series.

In the classic cartoon, Professor Utonium accepted the fact that the girls accidentally got superpowers because he loved them, but he didn’t purposely set out to give them superpowers when he made them. He wasn’t trying to be a celebrity. He just wanted to be a dad, and spread some good in the world.

In the classic cartoon, Professor Utonium gave the girls emotional support when they needed it most of the time. He built a super suit to hang out with them when they kept getting busy saving the day because he wanted to spend more time with them, and because he wanted for them to be able to have their dad to protect them. He had a birthday party for them. He let them have a slumber party with their friends. He did everything to protect them, save them, or rescue them when he saw they were being hurt or in danger in episodes like “Uh Oh, Dynamo,” “Collect Her,” “PowerProf.,” “Knock It Off,” “Nano of the North,” and “Film Flam,” even if it meant he had to risk and/or sacrifice himself to do it at times.

In the classic cartoon, Professor Utonium stressed when the three cakes he was making to surprise his kids for a party had designs that were less than perfect in one episode “Little Miss Interprets.” He encouraged them take time off when they were stressed or wanted to play with their friends when the Mayor called for trivial things in “Superfriends.” He took them on trips and outings with him when he they were free, and he wanted them to be able relax at times in “Uh Oh, Dynamo,” “PowerProf.,” “Roughing it Up,” and “Sun Scream.” He even dressed up once as Bubbles in “The PowerPuff Girls: Best Rainy Day Adventure” for a little bit, even though he was busy with work all day, when she told him that Blossom and Buttercup didn’t want to be her when they were playing PPG on a rainy day inside because he saw how much it upset her. He doted on all three of those girls, and always saw them as his “little angels,” even though they were far from the “perfect little girls.” He generally was pretty reasonably strict when he disciplined them or gave them chores in episodes like “Helter Shelter,” “Beat Your Greens,” and “Twisted Sister.” He wanted for his kids to get a good education and do well in school. He wanted for the girls to be happy and healthy little girls with normal childhoods as much as possible, while also letting them use their superpowers to be heroes on the side.

In the classic cartoon, Professor Utonium was pretty much the antithesis of the stage parent. No episode proved how much he wasn’t really big into the idea of his girls being forced into the limelight than the classic episode “Film Flam.” Professor Utonium actually was pretty uneasy about signing up his little girls to be in a movie with the offer from Bernie Bernstein. He went along with it at first by signing the contract because he saw how much his three kids wanted to do it. However, as soon as he saw Bernie Bernstein yelling at Bubbles and grabbing her jaw harshly for pointing out a lie he was telling, Professor Utonium got pissed off, and went down to the set to save his three little angels. Then, when he found out that Bernie Bernstein was a fraud, trying to scam everyone to rob the bank by making a fake movie about the PPG, Professor Utonium warned his little girls about what was going on by disguising himself to get on the set, and punched the jerk in the face for fucking with his kids to steal money.

This version of Professor Utonium in the CW script seems to see Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup as products to market, to show off to the press, and make money off, rather than genuinely loving them as his children or even seeing them as people at all, which is like Professor Dick Hardy, who he hated for wanting to make artificial superhuman children to mass market to people for crime fighting in the classic episode “Knock It Off.”

I don’t have a huge problem with the girls calling Professor Utonium dad, but one thing about the OG cartoon that made it even more meaningful and sweet was that it was generally a pretty rare occurrence that came up in little moments here and there to remind the audience just how much the girls loved him. Bubbles called Professor Utonium “dad” the first time after he bought her her first gift after she and her sisters were born to thank him. Buttercup called him “Daddy-o” once in the movie when he came to talk to them for the first time as a parent in the movie about being careful not to use their superpowers in public. They all referred to him as “dad” when Major Glory asked them about who did everything around the house in “Members Only.” Bubbles called Professor Utonium “dad” when she, Blossom, and Buttercup were all convinced that he wanted to get rid of them in “Little Miss Interprets,” and wanted to change his mind.

Also, it really creeped me out that all three girls in the CW pilot script were discussing their dad’s sex life in detail in the classic

It’s just, why do we live in an age in which parents always have to be portrayed as bad, especially because, generally speaking, that’s not the kind of parent Professor Utonium was to Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup in the classic cartoon. In fact, no adult in the classic series wanted for the girls to have the chance to live full happy, healthy, and normal childhoods more than Professor Utonium, sometimes to the point of overdoing it a bit in his desperation to keep them safe by overprotecting them, though he did learn to ease up and give them the freedom to fight crime without trying to coddle them. He was not a controlling stage parent, who forced his three kids to be heroes and to be in the limelight at all.

#anti ppg live action #I just listened to ShadowStreak read the leaked live action script #it sounds like the writers did Professor Utonium’s character dirty again #Professor utonium

[jasmine-the-fox]

Autism can’t be treated!!!

OK so... When I was 11 there was an attempt to diagnose me with autism... It failed and we left it be until at the age of 18 and in high school, someone believed I had autism so I got tested and was confirmed at the age of 19 with autism spectrum... I looked online and there are no diets, no exercise routine, no food restriction plan and no medication that can cure it... Adding the fact that some parents think there so smart by self-diagnosing there kids with autism... So here another salt fic starring me!!

Jasmine never thought anything strange would happen until the second week after she told the class about her autism, it all started on a Friday when Alya came up to her about the pool party they were having on Saturday, Jas not liking last minute plans of any kind said she wasn’t going... Causing the class to get mad at her and demand answers... So she gave them an answer.

“I’m sorry but your telling me this at the last possible minute, I didn’t know about your pool party until now and I already had plans for tomorrow, plus changing my plans all of a sudden causes me stress because I have autism... If you had asked me weeks ago I would have said yes” she explained as the bell then rang to end the day so everyone could head home for the weekend, Alya was pissed at Jasmine’s explanation and wondered if it had something to do with the three bullies of there class (Chloe, Sabrina and Marinette)

So while Jasmine was with her friends, Chloe, Sabrina, Marinette, Luka, Kagami, Marc, Aurore, Mireille and Felix... The class was at the pool furious at Jas from what Lila says “I used to have autism myself, but for a year and a half I took this medication and was cured of it, to think she would still blame everything on her autism when she could have gotten it treated is horrible!” Alya asked her if she had the medicine but Lila claimed she got them for each month.

So they formed a plan, for now Lila couldn’t get the “medicine” until the week after, but when she does they planned to everyday leave her one with a note making her take it, then at the start and end of each month they will talk to her at the last minute about plans and see if she starts to get better “It’s the best way to get her started when it works, once she agrees to come and is fine we can start going further” Lila claimed making them agree to the plan as they tried to work on who would leave the note and “medicine” on Jasmine’s desk.

Jas didn’t understand on Monday why the class acted so strange all of a sudden, the fact they spoke about her in whispers made her nervous and she wasn’t excited to know what they were planning, even so she focused on her own thing and got to studying and meeting with her friends to talk about what they wanted to do next, she was excited and couldn’t wait to have fun with them once again heck Chloe had planned for the roof of the hotel to be reserved for them to have fun and she couldn’t wait to relax on the roof and in the pool with them.

And then it started.

The next Monday, she got to school and found a note with what looked to be a candy shaped like a pill on her desk, the note was from Rose saying how she hoped this note helped make her day and Jas was so confused that while she did eat the candy she threw the note away, it didn’t make sense to her at all... But she got this everyday, everyday she would go to her seat and someone she wasn’t friends with would leave her a note with a candy of some kind and they would act like when she ate it that it was the best things ever, still she left it all be and focused on her own thing.

Then a couple of weeks later Alya came over again, she talked about this new horror movie that came out and she couldn’t wait for her to join... Once again she refused, claimed it was last minute, she would be stressed, she has an autism and she hates horror movies, class ended and she walked out of class getting ready to head home, Alya was pissed that the “medicine” wasn’t working but Lila explained “The pills take time Alya, remember? It took me a year and a half before I was cured of my autism... Who knows? Maybe it will take less time for Jasmine... Or longer” she explained as they all headed home.

After that the class decided to talk to Jas at the last minute about plans for the weekend twice a month, once at the start and once at the end of the month to see how she was doing... But there were no changes at all, the class still listened to Lila about how the medicine takes time to work and claimed they should start small, but Alya ignored her words and told the class to keep inviting her at the last minute to things and see how it goes in the end, with time Jasmine began to not understand the pills and decided to secretly pocket one to get answers “I brought this back with me” she said while showing the candy in her hand “It’s always there with a note from someone in the class and I don’t know why and what it is” she explained as Felix took it with the promise of getting answers.

A few days later he had the answer “It’s a candy from Italy, I presume Lila must have had them shipped to her and more then likely made the class believe it was something else” he explained as Chloe then took an extra Jas brought to try like the others before spitting it in the trash “It’s not even that good... Why give these to you?” she asked as they all did the same “I don’t know, I also don’t like them but I eat them to be nice, the only thing I know is that they look like medicine” she said making Sabrina wonder if they had some kind of plan connected to these little candies.

Still the candies kept on coming, and since Jas now knew what they were she decided to secretly collected them just in case while Felix order some candies just in case, slowly a year had gone by and she still got these candies and instead Jasmine began to take pictures in secret while editing the picture to say the day the picture was taken just in case before getting rid of everything... The class still spoke to her about last minute things she was invited to and she still refused and repeated the same thing, stress and autism... She was certain Alya and the class were getting pissed at her... But mostly Alya.

Slowly another year was close to it’s end... Alya was her limit as Jas wasn’t getting any better and she was done since Jasmine once again gave the same excuse for the before summer dance “Were making her go! Adrien will pick me and Nino up and then will stop by Jasmine’s place and i’ll grab her! We just need to keep her there” she claimed and everyone agreed and for the first time ever... Lila was scared of being found out for her lies.

She was certain that Alya’s plan would be her downfall.

Jasmine was so excited, today she was dressed to head on a triple date (her with Luka, Mari with Felix and Chloe with Kagami) she was wearing a nice outfit Chloe got her and she was so excited to show off, she had just gotten outside to wait for Mari to join her when a limo stopped right before her and Alya jumped out and grabbed her to get into the limo that then drove, she tried to make her let her go but Nino and Adrien moved to help her, she was shocked in what they were doing as took her to the school gym for the before summer dance, once in Kim and Ivan blocked the doors as the girls rushed over to her with Alya beside her talking about her happy they were she was here.

She tried to get out, but every possible exit were blocked, she could feel a panic attack coming as she quickly went into the bathroom to message her friends on the situation and begging for help because of what the class was doing to her right now, once done Alya came in with a smile “Come on Jas! Dancing will be amazing and Adrien will be happy to finally get to be with you!” she claimed with a smile as Lila looked panicked at what Alya was planning.

Once on the dancefloor, Jasmine was moved around until she got dizzy and just felt like she would faint, then Adrien grabbed her... She really wanted to leave and was trying to find an exit, she could hear the class getting upset with her for not trying, Alya yelling at her to focus on Adrien, her phone filming them, Lila yelling at them to leave her alone and Adrien trying to get her attention... She was at her limit, she couldn’t take much more of this at all, she then her the door slam open.

And then nothing but silence and darkness.

By the time she came to, she was in a hospital, her throat was very dry and she saw her friends in the room, the first thing she did was ask for water, then she asked for the doctor to ask what was her condition... Simple enough she was over stressed and lacking water so she needed to hydrate herself some more before being allowed to leave, once gone she asked her friends what happened after she collapsed.

After she had messaged them, Sabrina called her dad about everything, Chloe told her father, Felix, Kagami and Luka told there mother’s while Marinette called Nadja about needing to leave Manon alone with her parents for a bit, when the gang got there, Luka and Felix worked together to get in, by the time Luka got to her, Jas was on the floor, puke was by her with Adrien and Alya covered a bit in it, Felix moved to check on her and began to quickly yell for an ambulance because Jas was breathing weakly.

Officer Roger demanded answers on who’s idea it was to force an autistic person to be so overly stressed to have a panic attack, once no one answered and the gang got Jasmine out, the mayor asked again “It was Alya’s idea!” everyone turned to Lila “Alya planned this! She said she with Nino and Adrien would grab Jasmine from her home and force here, all exits needed to be blocked so she couldn’t leave was also her idea!” she admitted and with that Alya was cuffed with Nino and Adrien being done the same for they helped her.

The class was all at the police station being questioned after there parents arrive, from what Sabrina found out, the class was blaming Lila for everything while Lila claimed Alya caused Jasmine’s panic attack, three days later, Jasmine was in front of Lila’s building complex, she had to find out why she would make her have Italian candies and what she did “Hello, are you looking for someone?” she turned to find a woman who looked like Lila to her surprise “I’m just here to ask questions to Lila Rossi” she replied making the woman blink and have her follow her inside “I’m her mother actually, I presume it’s about the before summer dance incident?” she asked and Jasmine nodded.

Once inside, Lila comes out of her room to find Jasmine “I’m guessing you want answers” she said making Jasmine nod as the three sit down at a table, Jas pulls out the little bag of candies she collected “What did you make the class think these were?” she first asked making Lila look down while her mother looked at them “I lied about having autism, claimed these candies were pills I took for a year and a half to be cured” she explained as her mother dropped the bag on the floor.

“They had me get one everyday hopping to “fix” me... But it was a lie and because of you I had kidnapped to go to the before summer dance, had a severe panic attack and puked” Jas hissed as Lila’s mother looked to be shaking with anger as Lila nodded, Jasmine demanded that Lila admits everything and her mother agreed so Lila did as told, she went to the school and admitted everything was a lie, then she went to the police station and told them it was her fault that Jasmine had a panic attack.

As a result, the mayor didn’t think Paris was safe so he had her deported back to Italy, after that he had the class be punished for what they caused Jas, of course Alya and Adrien tried to force her to pay for there clothes but Chloe told them how it was there own fault they pushed Jas to have a panic attack in the first place, after that the class got sued for everything they did to Jas and Mari after Lila lied about them... There parents were having them pay back for anything they destroyed, some were forced to work and were punished for there actions while Jas and Mari ended up happy.

When school started again, Adrien tried to get Jas to date him... Only to see her with Luka all happy as they headed to class, when he turned to Mari he saw her with Felix so he turned to get answers from Chloe or Kagami only for them to ignore him and leave him there... He was so pissed about that, but with time students heard about what Caline’s class did to Jas during the before summer dance and they all protected her and her friends and kept the class away from them... Then five years later, Caline’s class either worked in a way there dream job (well not there dream job but something connected to what they love) or they worked something they never wanted to do.

Meanwhile, Jas and her friends had massive success in life, each of them had amazing jobs and had the perfect life that Caline’s class envied.

Goes to show that they should have never thought Jasmine’s autism could be cured.

Do you guys see where I went with this fic? See, I was diagnosed 2 years ago when I was 19 of autism spectrum, I found out many things that I do or did were normal to people with autism... But when I explain this to others they say this “You can’t blame it on your autism” which the thing is... I wasn’t, all I did was explain to people that this is natural to those with autism like me, and here’s the thing everyone, if you self diagnosed your kid with autism... Your wrong and need to have them tested by a professional or it won’t end so well, also there is no diet or type of eating way that will help “weaken” your autism, only a medicine that between the age of 5 and 16 can be taken for a specific thing autistic people do or something therapists can have them do.

But that’s it! So don’t think there’s a vaccine being made or a medicine! Cause there isn’t! So listen to me when I say that your crazy to think that! Autism isn’t caused by a way of eating, a vitamin of any kind, an activity you do, a routine you have or being in the sun!!! It’s genetic!!! Simple as that! GENETIC! And if you think other wise then look it up on our good friend google!!!

#miraculous ladybug #salt fic #lila salt #adrien salt #alya salt #Jasmine salt #autism #autism spectrum disorder #lies #lila gets exposed #False treatment #candies #events #parties #kidnapping #stress #hospital #court