#my dear sweet child‚ my beautiful son‚ my precious baby boy who could kill me in 0.5 seconds flat‚ i love him ♥‿♥

[lisinfleur]

Memento Mori

The request:

Author’s Notes | This came out sadder than I thought. But it’s beautiful imo and I hope you like it. Universe | Vikings Pairing | Ivar x Reader Info | requested by anon for 5CW Ivar II, posted for HTGI Event. Words | 1894 ⁑ Warnings: Triggering content: mentions of child loss (past), mentions to burns, deep angst. Caution is recommended, the following content may be triggering to some audiences.

She became my queen.

From a woman I couldn't handle looking at to the one I didn't want to take my eyes off, Y/N became the most precious of my treasures.

And perhaps it was the reason why finding that piece of metal hidden beneath her pillow was such a huge betrayal to me.

Perhaps it was for loving her too deeply that I let out raw screams of rage that woke up the whole Hall when I found that symbol of her lies.

I could remember every trace of our story.

The day I chose her from the line of our Saxon's slaves because she noticed I was in pain.

"I know how to care for these pains, my lord."

Her ointments, her treatments, how slowly she eased the pain of my body more than any healer was able to do. How, one night at a time, it brought her closer to me like a companion.

How it made me talk to her, be gentler, try to get her smiles.

How her presence became the easiest way to get mine.

My fingers pressed that piece of retorted metal, remembering how deep I'd fallen in love with her. How she promised she would leave her past for me. How I asked her to come home with me. To come into my life. To be mine, and no one else's.

Every single promise of hers was broken by that piece's presence.

How could I trust her when she was betraying me like that? Laying beside me with that symbol as if it wasn't a crime by itself against my trust, against my love.

Against everything.

"How could you?" I yelled when she came into our room, attracted by my screams. "How could you lie to me like this?"

The metal cross, made of gold and silver, hanging from my fingers for her major shock and surprise.

"Ivar..."

"No!" I yelled again.

My voice was as loud as the pain was big in my heart.

"I've been trusting you all these years, Y/N. I trusted your promises! I made you my wife!" I said, looking at her with fierce and sharp blues. "I made you my queen... I gave you everything and this... This is how you repay my love!"

"Ivar no!" she insisted, trying to approach. "It's not what you think..."

I pushed her away, watching as she fell near the fireplace.

"Don't come to me with more of your lies, woman!" I kept yelling, furious. "What more, Y/N?" I asked.

My eyes deep inside of hers.

"What more about you is a lie? What more did you tell me you would do that you're not doing, my dear wife? Uh? What more?!"

Her tears started rolling down her face, but I could see her eyes were focused on the piece in my hand, and it just made me angrier. She wasn't really feeling bad nor guilty about lying to me.

No.

Her major concern was that piece in my hands. That cross was so beloved that she could ignore my deepest wounds to look at it with all the fear of Midgard in her eyes.

She wasn't afraid of losing me the same way she was terrified by the idea of losing that scrap of meaningless metal I had in my hands.

I've seen it in red.

I didn't see when I threw that shit in the fire, hearing with contempt the yell of despair her voice converted into. Watching with deception while she burned her own fingers to pick that piece from the fire, hurting her hands I'd caressed so many times.

Everything just to have back that meaningless symbol of her treason.

The metal didn't even have time to get warm enough to be damaged, but she had marks from the burning wood she had touched fearlessly for that insignificant proof of her crime.

"Is it this strong?" I asked, looking at her with disdain. "Your faith in him is so..."

"It was my child's!" she cried out loud, cutting my voice.

Freezing me in place when her sobs broke her voice, and I saw her bringing that cross close to her heart, embracing it with her wounded hands as if it was the most precious thing in this world.

"It was my child's crucifix," she sobbed. "It was everything that's left from my baby boy. I didn't have time to pick up his clothes. I couldn't pick up anything. This is everything that's left."

My shock was maybe as big as my confusion.

"You... Had a child?" I asked, totally stunned by those words.

Still trembling, Y/N lifted her face, looking at me with thick tears in her eyes full of sorrow.

"My little Rafael..." she mumbled, making my face frown with all the love in the way she spoke his name.

I could remember hearing something about a Rafael from Bishop Heahmund, cycles ago. Something about an arch-angel or something like that.

"I named him after the archangel of healing, begging God to heal his awful pain. Begging anyone who could bless my hands to relieve his constant misery," she continued.

Crushing my heart with the sigh of my mother's eyes on hers.

She was speaking of her Rafael the same way mother used to speak about... Me.

"He was my everything. My one and only child my husband didn't want to accept. He left me because of Rafael's condition, saying I'd given birth to a demon. But My child wasn't a demon!" she yelled.

Defending her child... The same way mother would do to me...

"He's not a monster!"

I swallowed dry as she continued, making that knot in my throat almost suffocating.

"Rafael was just a child in pain. His legs were like yours," she cried.

Her burnt fingers caressing the jewel in her hands.

"Sometimes, I couldn't even hold my son without hurting him," she mumbled painfully. "Sometimes, even the minimum movement would break his little bones, so I was twice as careful when doing anything to my little angel. But..."

The pause in her voice filled my heart with sorrow.

I had never scratched that part of her story. I could imagine why.

I could imagine how it would end.

"First, I thought he was indeed a little angel God decided to take back to the sky. Then... Then the anger came. Why would God make such an innocent angel suffer like that? Why giving him to me if I would have to bury his little broken body with my bare hands? I yelled at God. I cried at him. But he never answered me. And then... I got revolted. My little Rafael wasn't with me anymore. And it was God's fault for doing him that way! It was God's fault for allowing my child to suffer. It was my fault for producing him imperfectly. It was everyone's fault!" she paused, swallowing her sobs for a moment. "And when your men came, when your faith came, and I've heard your words about yourself, I finally understood. It was no one's fault. It was his fate. It was my fate. And God didn't make him like that to suffer. No. The gods had given him to me as a gift so he could spend the most beautiful days of my life in my arms. The gods had cut the thread of his life to spare him from suffering cause his condition was worse than yours. And he wouldn't survive as long as you did."

Her words were killing me inside, softly.

She'd found relief in my faith. She'd found an answer to her questions in my gods. And there I was, hurting her because of a stupid necklace.

"The gods showed me their mercy bringing you into my life so I could understand my child's fate. And so..." Y/N looked at me. "So I thought they wouldn't be mad if I saved this little memento. It means nothing the faith it carries, Ivar. It's not Christ's cross anymore. This... This is my remembrance of my sweet Rafael. This doesn't turn me to the skies, Ivar. This makes me remember his tiny little fingers trying to catch this cross in my hands, or his giggles whenever it would shine for him to see."

Her voice broke. The sobs engulfed her. And I saw her embracing the necklace again as if she could embrace her child the gods had taken from her so soon.

How stupid I was. How unfair could I be?

I sat in my bed, taking off my braces and dragging myself closer to her, bringing my bandages and ointment I took from my nightstand. Slowly, I took the small piece from her hands, treating it with the proper respect when I placed it gently on her neck, carrying for her hands and bandaging the burns after spreading the ointment over them.

I kissed her fingers and cupped her face, kissing her forehead and wiping her tears.

"I'm sorry," I said, looking into her eyes. "I'm deeply sorry for what I did, my love. Forgive me, please." I asked.

No shame of showing my regret, gently caressing her cheeks.

She leaned into my hands, so mine. Her eyes closed as she felt my caresses, sighing as if they could soothe the pain in her heart.

"I didn't lie to you, my heart. I swear," she mumbled.

"Shhh..." I said, touching her lips gently. "I know. I was wrong," I mumbled, touching our foreheads, slowly nuzzling my nose to hers.

"He taught me how to take care of you, my love," she said, opening her eyes so deep into mine. "I've learned with my child how to soothe your pain. He was so important in my life... I would've never known how to care for you if it wasn't for his existence. He allowed us to exist. And I'm so grateful I had him, although it was for such little time, I'm grateful."

I held her in my arms, cradling her body against mine. And I stayed there a long time trying to compensate for my horrible behavior.

When she fell asleep that night, I went out of our house. I crawled up on the hill, and I gathered stones. I placed them all together, and marked them with runes, placing some flowers and small decorations around them.

I made it as if it was my own child. And I prayed for him, asking the gods he could hear me that single night.

"I don't know where you are. If with Hel or in heaven, as the Christians believe. But I want you to know I'll take care of her. I swear on my arm ring I'll never make her cry like this once again. And when your brothers and sisters come, I'll tell them about you. I'll tell them your story. So, you shall live through them. So, you shall live forever."

After that, I saw my dear Y/N with her precious cross here or there. She didn't have to hide it from me anymore, so, sometimes, I would see her holding the small jewel with tenderness. But now, it had a whole new meaning to me.

And I knew, somewhere in the afterlife, a child was very happy for the loving mother that brought him into this world someday.

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Slashers / Horror Villains as: Animated (Children’s) Movie Villain Songs

+ A Nightmare Before Christmas 

First of all, its mostly Disney. Second of all, I hope you know that this was a struggle for me. 

Also, note, Bubba will be the only Leatherface in this post and Billy and Stu will be the only Ghostfaces. There is Norma Bates though, so sort of a consolation. 

There are links to videos on YouTube ^^

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Billy Loomis and Stu Macher / Ghostface: Playing With the Big Boy’s Now (Hotep and Huy, Prince of Egypt) 

Well... they’re part of the ‘big boys’, now! They are part of the Slashers group that, uh, ‘inspired them’. Imagine instead of Egyptian Gods, they’re chanting Slasher names. 

[HUY] Pick up your silly twig, boy [HOTEP & HUY] You're playing with the big boys now! Ha ha ha ha!

[EGYPTIAN PRIESTS] By the power of Ra Mut, Nut, Khnum, Ptah Sobek, Sekhmet, Sokar, Selket Anubis, Anukis Hemsut, Tefnut, Meshkent, Mafdet... 

Chop Top and Nubbins + Bubba Sawyer / Leatherface: Kidnap Mr Sandy Claws (Lock, Shock and Barrel, Nightmare Before Christmas) 

I mean... they aren't Drayton’s minions, but they are like this XD 

I say that we take a cannon, aim it at his door And then knock three times And when he answers Sandy Claws will be no more

Yes you're so stupid, think now If we blow him up to smithereens We may lose some pieces And then Jack will beat us black and green

Kidnap the Sandy Claws Tie him in a bag

Chucky / Charles Lee Ray: In The Dark Of The Night (Rasputin, Anastasia)

Mystical man? Check! ‘Betrayal’ (As far as he sees it)? Check. Made them pay? Check; I think Nica, Sarah and all the other families he destroys throughout the franchise can attest to that. And ‘One little girl got away’? Well Andy isn’t a girl, but yeah. Check. 

I was once the most mystical man in all Russia When the royals betrayed me they mad a mistake My curse made each of them pay But one little girl got away Little Anya, beware Rasputin's awake

Drayton Sawyer: Don’t Fall In Love (Forte, Beauty and the Beast: The Enchanted Christmas) 

Its such a crochety, unessessarily rude way of describing relationships to someone! I mean, I understand completely and resonate deeply with the desire to be alone and not be responsible for anyone else, but- come on! Beast doesn't share your view! Let it go! 

Its just like Drayton’s reaction to Bubba having a crush. Super cool video too! 

As soon as your heart rules your head Your life is not your own It's hell when someone's always there It's bliss to be alone

And love of any kind is bad A dog, a child, a cat They take up so much precious time Now, where's the sense in that?

Freddy Krueger: No More Mr Nice Guy (Rothbart, Swan Princess) 

A man with an uncomfortable relationship with the main female character pretending to be normal and not homicidal for a while before unlocking more power and letting there inner bad guy loose and taking great pleasure in it? Sounds familiar. They also have a similar vocabulary- except of course Rothbart is rated G. 

I'll become that nasty, naughty, dirty, spiteful Wicked, wayward, way-delightful Bad guy I was born to be

Lyin' loathesome, never-tender Indiscreet repeat offender No more Mr Nice Guy That's not me 

Inkubus: The World’s Greatest Criminal Mind (Professor Rattigan, The Greatest Mouse Detective)

‘Inkubus’ is literally a movie about him listing all his crimes over the centuries and messing with the police force because he has a bone to pick with a detective. Sounds pretty similar to me! Listen to the song! ^^

Now comes the real tour de force Tricky and wicked, of course! My earlier crimes were fine for their times But now that I'm at it again An even grimmer plot has been simmering In my great criminal brain! 

Jason Voorhees: Despicable Me (About Gru, Despicable Me) 

I... this is all I could think of!! But the more I listen to it and read the lyrics... it f i t s Jason so well! XD Please just let this slide; I know Gru isn't really a villain but he is at the start!! Let me have this. 

Why ask why? Better yet "Why not?" Why are you marking x on that spot? Why use a blow torch isn't that hot? Why use a chainsaw? Is that all you got? Why do you like seeing people in shock? But my question to you is "Why not?" Why go to the bank and stand in line Just use a freeze gun it saves me time. I'm havin' a bad, bad day It's about time that I get my way Steam rollin' whatever I see, Huh, despicable me I'm havin' a bad, bad day If you take it personal that's okay Watch, this is so fun to see Huh, despicable me

Jennifer Check: Trust In Me (Kaa, The Jungle Book) 

She’s a succubus demon. Tempting boys into a safe-feeling, docile state so she she can strike is her thing. 

Will cease to resist Just relax Be at rest Like a bird In a nest

Trust in me Just in me Shut your eyes And trust in me

Mayor Buckman and Granny Boone: Savages (Governor Ratcliffe and the Colonizer’s parts, Pocahontas) 

Obviously, because of the (Inaccurate) historical relevance of both movies (Different time’s, same terrible prejudice,) and also because there is definitely a very cult-ish feel about both Governor Ratcliffe’s song and Buckman’s leadership. How easily they’re able to gather support from their people for the most horrible reasons. How horrifying it is to audiences and historians. 

They're only good when dead They're vermin, as I said And worse

They're savages! Savages!

Barely even human

Savages! Savages!

Drive them from our shore! They're not like you and me Which means they must be evil We must sound the drums of war!

Michael Myers: The Gospel Truth II (Muses about Hades, Hercules)

In a Disney movie, Michael would have others sing his song about him as he goes about his silent, determined walking XD 

If there's one God you don't want to get steamed up It's Hades 'Cause he had an evil plan He ran the underworld But thought the dead were dull and uncouth He was as mean as he was ruthless And that's the gospel truth He had a plan to shake things up And that's the gospel truth

Midnight Man: Oogie Boogie’s Song (Oogie Boogie, Nightmare Before Christmas)

A song about a “Gamblin’ Boogie Man” is perfect for the Midnight Man! He and Oogie could be pals. 

Woah! The sound of rollin' dice To me is music in the air 'Cause I'm a gamblin' Boogie Man Although I don't play fair It's much more fun, I must confess When lives are on the line Not mine, of course, but yours, old boy Now that'd be just fine

Norma Bates: Mother Knows Best Reprise (Mother Gothel, Tangled)

Norma is soooooo so so so unbelievably manipulative towards Norman (And Dylan. It just works better on Norman) and this song absolutely presents that. She can go from sweet, loving mother to spiteful, heinous bitch in two seconds if Norman or Dylan don't do what or react the way she wants them to. 

Likes you? Please, Rapunzel, that's demented

This is why you never should have left! Dear, this whole romance that you've invented, Just proves you're too naive to be here Why would he like you? Come on now, really! Look at you, you think that he's impressed? Don't be a dummy Come with mummy

Pamela Voorhees: My Lullaby (Zira, The Lion King 2)

In a opposite approach to a villainous mother to Norma, we have Pam, who was heartbroken by the camp councillors letting her son die and vowed to get revenge. She didn't know she was teaching Jason to be the Crystal Lake killer like Zira did, but she did, and the whole song does have her kind of feel to it also. 

Sleep, my little Kovu Let your dreams take wing One day when you're big and strong You will be a kingI've been exiled, persecuted Left alone with no defense When I think of what that brute did I get a little tense But I dream a dream so pretty That I don't feel so depressed 'Cause it soothes my inner kitty And it helps me get some rest

Patrick Bateman: Cruella De Vil (Arthur, 101 Dalmations) 

Never before was there a song that described audiences reaction to watching Patrick living in his daily life and hearing his thoughts better then this one. 

Cruella De Vil Cruella De Vil If she doesn't scare you No evil thing will To see her is to Take a sudden chill Cruella, Cruella De Vil

The curl of her lips The ice in her stare All innocent children Had better beware She's like a spider waiting For the kill Look out for Cruella De Vil

Pennywise (Both): You’re Only Second Rate (Jafar, Return of Jafar)

Mostly for the video and Jafar’s energy in this scene actually XD So many transformations, so many tasteless puns! I was going to give this to Freddy but its the closest thing to Penny I could think of. 

Go ahead and zap me with the big surprise Snap me in a trap, cut me down to size I'll make a great escape It's just a piece of cake You're only second rate You know your hocus-pocus isn't tough enough And your mumbo-jumbo doesn't measure up Let me pontificate upon your sorry state You're only second rate

Sheriff Hoyt / Charlie Hewitt: Hellfire (Judge Claude Frollo, Hunchback of Notre Dame) 

A nasty filthy man who think’s he’s in the right despite being the biggest creep and monster ever? Mhm. 

*Note: I honestly didn't notice the deformed baby, Quasimodo/Thomas link until the day after I wrote this. Don't know how I feel about it. I mean, Hoyt is actually nice, in his way, to Thomas so the connection isn't totally there but onwards:

Beata Maria You know I am a righteous man Of my virtue I am justly proud

Beata Maria You know I'm so much purer than The common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd 

End of Post! 🌼

(Bonus’ under the cut) 

I did think of other connections which I obviously didnt landed on but still have merit! Here! 

Billy Loomis and Stu Macher: ‘Gaston’ was considered, but that would have just been a joke XD I don’t think Stu is quite as obsessed with Billy as LeFou is with Gaston. 

Chucky: Friends on the Other Side. Obviously! That link was actually what inspired me to make this post. In The Dark of Night fits to a T though. 

Freddy Krueger: You’re Only Second Rate! Ah, its perfectttt. But No More Mr Nice Guy fits better. If I ever do a Slashers as Disney Villains post, he’ll be Jafar for sure. Or Hades. Or Scar. Or Oogie. Probably Hades. You know what? Without the gore and blood and explicit sexual references, Freddy could be a Disney Villain himself. Its not like Disney hasn't towed the line before with perverted villains. >_> (Jafar and Frollo) 

Jason and Pamela Voorhees: Mother Knows Best! Of course. 

Jennifer Check: Love is For Peasants (Barbie Island Princess) Because Jennifer thinks like this: 

Men? <<< Literally anything else. 

Patrick Bateman: How Can I Refuse? (From Barbie Princess and the Pauper) XD If Patrick were a kids movie villain, he would totally join the ranks of corrupted usurpers pretending to be trustworthy royal advisory staff. Also ‘Let It Die’, that little interruption part of another song that O’Hare sings in the Lorax and ‘How Bad Can I be?’. 

#Sheriff Hoyt #Charlie Hewitt #Pennywise #Patrick Bateman #Pamela Voorhees #Norma Bates #Midnight Man #Michael Myers #Mayor Buckman #Granny Boone #Jennifer Check #Jason Voorhees #Inkubus #Freddy Krueger #Drayton Sawyer #Chucky #Charles Lee Ray #Chop Top Sawyer #Bubba Sawyer #Nubbins Sawyer #Disney Villain Songs #Disney Villains #Disney Songs #Horror Villains #Slashers #Slashers / Horror Villains as: Animated (Children’s) Movie Villain Songs

[infinitestarsintheskye]

Agents of Shield Series Finale thoughts (finally)

Or alt title Skye finally sits down to write this after two days of being overtired, overwhelmed and as a result, anxious! Feeling a WHOLE lot better today after a few anxiety naps and watching Phineas and Ferb on Disney + (that show is just pure serotonin I swear) 

God what can I say that hasn’t already been said. I’m so beyond happy. I have no idea what my expectations were but by god were they exceeded. I cannot say enough how happy I am. They saved the world with empathy. How utterly beautiful. The endings everyone got were all just so utterly utterly deserved. I’m still in shock really. 

If you haven’t already guessed it, I did not make it to my alarm at half past 6 on Thursday morning. I woke up at quarter past 5 after barely three hours of sleep and just could not help myself. I finished, cried for two hours and collapsed for another hour and a half. And she wonders why she’s felt like utter shit the past two days...

ANYWAY

DEKE DEKE MY WONDERFUL MY MOST DEAREST DISASTER SON!!!!!!!!! I love him so much. I know he’s happy in alt. 1983 but losing him was honestly such sweet sorrow. I had a feeling that he would sacrifice himself but I could not have guessed that it would happen in honestly such a good way. He still gets to live, gets to be the director of Shield (god help them) and I’m equally happy and devastated for him. I love Deke so much, he is very dear to me, and the money I would pay for a miniseries of him just absolutely killing it as Shield director in the 80′s with his side business of being a popstar, like the amount doesn’t exist. Also his impersonation of Fitz was so incredibly hilarious, Jeff Ward actually does a not bad Scottish accent and the IMMEDIATE adoption of the pregnant lady pose just ABSOLUTELY SENT ME!!!!!!!!!!

Mack. I’m so happy he lived. His team up with Sousa will forever give me life. Them taping goddamn chronicoms to the missiles to blast a hole in the ship, like whoever came up with that idea, you are now my favourite human on this earth. It is so supremely dumb but I love it so much. As much as there was BIG concern going into this that he was going to die, ta Henry, I never once felt worried for him. Like he never even came close???????? Also a raise to whoever put him in that big long jacket at the end like oh my god are you serious, AMAZING

Yoyo. I had NOT A SINGULAR CLUE, NOT EVEN AN INCLINE of what was going to happen to Yoyo. Her little team up at the end with Piper and Davis (DAVIS ROBO!DAVIS YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSS BICKERING WITH PIPER WE LOVE TO SEE IT) was beyond incredible. Yoyo had such a great arc this season, and I’m just so happy to see it concluded so well, plus that shot of her zooming out of the car at the end was beyond A+ it was beautiful.

May. May, wonderful May. Her appearing OUT OF GODDAMN NOWHERE TO JUST ABSOLUTELY END SIBYL IS JUST FOREVER GOING TO GIVE ME LIFE. THE CAVALRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was so intrigued with where they were going with her arc this season, like I enjoyed empath May but I was so curious to see where it was going and oh what a pay off it was. I literally shouted AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH at my screen when she put her hands into that machine and Coulson explained it, BECAUSE IT ALL JUST MADE SENSE. Also it was 100000000000000000000% her idea to name it Coulson Academy, and no one disagreed with her. I loved her little call back to S1 with her just being the pilot. In general I thought all of the call backs were very well handled and placed, nothing felt too fan servicey it was all very natural and organic bc these writers really just know what they’re about and are just so incredibly good at their jobs. ANYWAY MAY. I’m happy that she’s getting a little bit of rest from the field, she absolutely deserves it. 

Coulson. I’m not gonna lie, I wasn’t sure about Robo!Coulson when he was introduced at the end of last season, but my god am I so happy for him now. He is truly the heart of this show, the whole thing began because a stubborn group of fans refused to accept that he had died. And really isn’t that a theme that has carried us through this entire show haha? I was so terrifed for about 30 seconds that Sibyl was going to turn him against the rest of the team, so the RELIEF of May popping out of the ceiling to JUST END HER ENTIRE CAREER WAS INCREDIBLE.  The reappearance of Lola ABSOLUTELY SENT ME. I also love that after years of Coulson refusing to let Mack work on Lola, Mack just went “Fuck it” and built one from, I assume, scratch. He is going to be the best Grandpa to little Alya Fitzsimmons and you can tear that headcanon from my cold dead hands. Again, what a deserving ending. I could not be happier for him, that last shot was just perfect. 

Daisy. Oh boy, we’re getting into my heafty emotions now. I would just like to say that her entire arc throughout this entire show is one of the most incredible, most amazing and well crafted and well thought out characters arcs in television history. Watching her go from this lost little hacker with a bit of a smart mouth, to this strong and powerful LITERAL SUPERHERO has actually been a privilege and I cannot stress enough how much I have loved watching her grow and evolve over the past seven years. That being said, I am low key FURIOUS that they made me think that she was dead for even just a SECOND. I WAS SOBBING NO AT MY PHONE FOR THAT ENTIRE LITTLE INTERLUDE LIKE NO FUCKING WAY ARE YOU GOING TO KILL HER OFF AND LEAVE HER BODY IN SPACE I WILL NOT LET YOU, LET ME GO SHARPEN MY PITCHFORK I AM COMING FOR YOU. I will now invite you to imagine the look of absolute and utter joy and relief on my face when I saw she was alive. Skye/Daisy holds such a special place in my heart. Her whole thing with Sousa this season was SO UTTERLY OUT OF THE BLUE BUT SO INCREDIBLY DELIGHTFUL AND DESERVED!?!?!?!??!?!!?!? Like out of everything I think that little plot detail is what surprised me the most, and I surprised myself by really loving it as much as I did. I would have been happy if she had ended the series single but I’m so happy that she has this wonderful partner who loves her so much and has her back and just looks after her like it’s just like the most wonderful added bonus which she deserves. Sousa is also like a whole ass snack and as I have been saying in my tags for the past few weeks, DAISY GET IT!!!! I love that she ended the series with her own little family, her sister and Sousa. I just. I cannot even think about that without welling up. Daisy has a family, and she chose it and she loves them all so much. I know it was last weeks ep too but I will never get over her calling Simmons her sister. Never ever ever for as long as I live. I’m so happy for her. So beyond happy.

FitzSimmons. Here we, here we, here we fucking go. What to even say apart from big, long and loud sobbing noises, cause that’s all I have really been able to do in regards to them for the last two days. Happy isn’t a strong enough word. There is no word big enough, nor all encompassing enough to say how utterly UTTERLY happy I am that they got their most beautiful happy ending. Fitz guiding her through her memories, the second Jemma said Alya I started screaming, I just I knew that was her name, and him just being so gentle with her whilst she was remembering, like oh my heart. I excuse them everything, the lack of Fitz (WHICH WAS NO ONE’S FAULT I WILL NOT HAVE ANYTHING ABOUT THAT HERE) this season was honestly just paid back tenfold in the scenes that we got of him. His frustration IMMEDIATELY at everyone not understanding their plan was so amazingly hilarious. Simmons half remembering everything was both heartbreaking and hilarious, the scene of her asking for a supersuit like Daisy’s was incredible and both Deke and Daisy responding to her like she was a child they needed to trick into doing something for them, like yes if you come with us you’ll get a supersuit and a bit chocolate, incredible. The acting in both episodes from both IDC and Elizabeth was just truly something else. The fact that neither of them have been nominated EVER for their work on this show is nothing less than criminal. Her face when she remembered Alya. Dear god my heart. I have watched that scene of them reuniting with her at least 3000000000000000000000 times since Thursday morning. I won’t ever forget it. What a beautiful scene. What an incredible scene. “You were guarding our everything.” SHE’S THEIR EVERYTHING. THEIR UTTER EVERYTHING! I’M ACTUALLY LIKE SOBBING WRITING THIS I WILL NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER FOR AS LONG AS I LIVE GET OVER THE FACT THAT THEY LET FITZSIMMONS LIVE IN PEACE FOR FOUR WHOLE ASS YEARS, LET THEM HAVE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL, MOST PRECIOUS LITTLE BABY GIRL AND THEN LET THEM LIVE IN PEACE AGAIN I JUST!!! I HAVE WANTED THIS FOR THEM FOR SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO VERY LONG!!! (also @ marvel I’m not in a place where I want any kind of continuation or spin off at the moment but I would watch a FitzSimmons miniseries of them just being happy and domestic and working in space for 4 years. Just SOMETHING to consider) I cannot thank the writers enough for finally finally letting them have their happy ending. They have been through so much, and it was all worth it because it led them to their happily ever after and to their little girl and I just, that is everything. ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!! I have talked a lot in this post about people deserving their endings but honestly none more than FitzSimmons. Fitz playing with Alya in their little garden whilst Simmons watches with the biggest smile on her face. How perfect. I could not have dreamt a better ending for them I’m so so so so so SO beyond happy for them. And god that little girl is just the most precious. Her gleefully exclaiming “Mama!” at Simmons is the EXACT moment that I started sobbing and did not stop for the rest of the episode. Also I know they didn’t explicitly say it but they are 100000000000000% at their cottage in Perthshire, again you can pry that headcanon out of MY COLD DEAD HANDS!!! I’m just so so so so so so so so SO beyond happy that FitzSimmons got the ending that they deserved so much. They can be at peace now. I have loved them since LITERALLY day one, and I cannot imagine what would happen if I got to tell little 15 year old me how they ended up. I’m sending her good vibes to the past, I know she got them, because I never ever ever gave up on that hope for them. FitzSimmons, to me, represent so much goodness and hope and just everything I aspire to have in a relationship (without the constant separation and the death and all that fun shit), but just the utter love they have for each other. (thanks for the impossible standard to which I hold all men now JedMo). I have been on just a rollercoaster with these two characters, their relationship and each of them as individuals have taught me so much and brought me so much comfort, especially during some of the hardest times I have ever experienced. I’ll tell some of those stories one day. Not yet. I’m not ready. I’m still honestly just reeling. I have wanted A Happy FitzSimmons ending for SO LONG and I just cannot believe that we got it. Thank you. Thank you thank you thank you THANK YOU. 

Writing this felt very cathartic. It’s almost been good to just get ALL OF THE EMOTIONS OUT. I think I’m actually going to take a nap now. I forget how tiring it is to be so emotional. What can I say to end this except reiterate again just how happy I am with that finale. I’m so thrilled that they gave us such a beautiful ending, it really was just a love letter to the series as a whole and to it’s message. I think it was quote from Jeff Bell that I saw and I haven’t stopped thinking about it since, because of how true it is, and really that’s why I hold this show so dear and why I have done for the past 7 years, and that is that this show is ultimately about hope. What a beautiful thing. 

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[otome-writer51]

A Ninja’s Kin Part 2

Part 1

Now that both of my sons were busy with their punishments, I could relax. I let out a deep sigh, instantly regretting how harshly I had treated my babies.

‘They’re just children,’ I told myself as I raked my hands through my hair, ‘but they also wish to be just like their father some day. I also know that they cannot be coddled if that is the path they wish to take in life. They just made me so so angry. I just…’

“Mommy?” A sweet, honeyed voice reached my ears, pulling me out of my internal war with my emotions. My gorgeous girl was wanting my attention.

At some point, she seemed to have made her way over to me, nonetheless I answered her in a kind voice, “Yes, my sweet angel?”

“Can you braid my hair for me? It is pretty messy right now and it’s making me hot. I wanted to braid it for training, but I am not as good as you,” she looked at me, “PLEASE MOMMY!!!” she begged, spitting out every word so fast it was hard to tell where one began and one ended. I chuckled as she looked up at me with those big puppy dog eyes I could never say no to.

“Of course I will, my heart and soul. Anything for you.” Maybe it was because I was feeling very guilty for how poorly I had treated my sons, but I couldn’t help but be extra sweet to Sakura.

“That is great mommy! Let’s go back to the veranda.” Gently taking my hand, my baby girl pulled me to take a seat. She plopped herself down in front of me, handing me her favorite comb. I began to brush out her knotty hair.

“Wow!” I exclaimed in wonder, “Sweetie, you weren’t joking, your hair really is a mess!”

She giggled cutely, “I told you, it always gets like this... but training makes it worse.” How in the world was this girl able to survive with her hair like this? I couldn’t believe she lived the way she did, sometimes.

Although her hair was a tangled mess, there was something soothing about combing out her long locks. It was so soothing, in fact, that it cleared my mind of everything, except the one thing I was worried about the most; my boys.

‘Oh my brave, strong, kind boys. I was too harsh on you both. I was just frustrated to see you both so at each other’s throats. That is not how brothers should behave under any circumstances. It was cute at first, but then you two just lost your heads and I lost mine as well. To make my little boy run off in tears like that, I shall forever hang my head in shame. What can I do to possibly make it up to him? Someone please tell me what I can-’

“Mommy, you’ve been brushing my hair for a while, now. I think it's ready to be braided,” said my daughter, turning around to find out why I had not started to braid her hair already.

“Oh, I just got lost in my thoughts dear. I will start right away.” Parting her hair in my fingers, I began to twist the strands together, into a pattern.

And once again, I fell victim to my own thoughts. ‘Just what to do with my boys. ‘How do I make it up to them?’

And once again, that sweet voice brought me back to the surface. “I know it may not seem very wise coming from an eight year old, but… I think you handled the situation the right way mommy.”

‘Oh what’s this? My girl has seemingly figured out the cause of my distress. She is sneaky like her daddy, but she is also quite perceptive as well.’

She continued on, “We are just children, we don’t see the world the way you do yet. With the path in life we have chosen, we are destined to need strict teaching. We cannot be successful without it.”

‘Not wise for an eight year old, dear. Give me a break, you are schooling your own mother here.’

“They were in the wrong, they did not listen to your orders when you gave them to them. A ninja needs to be a master at leading, but should also know when they must follow in line. The two of them have yet to figure that out it seems.” Chuckling at her jibe at her brothers, she gave me one last piece of advice. “A ninja also needs compassion. I feel that you have scared them for long enough and that they are now due for a reward, yes. I say you should let them know that they were completely in the wrong, but you should also let them find comfort in you after all is said and done.”

It was in this moment that I realized how much like her father she truly was. Takeshi may look exactly like him and Haru might be cheeky like their father too, but my beautiful girl definitely is his replica in personality. She is so wise for her age, and I know it is because of how closely she watches him. It warms my heart to think about how much my children love and adore their father. They still are far away from where they need to be, but they are already far more ready than I ever dreamed they’d be at this age.

Finding my resolve, I figured out what I was going to do. ‘When Haru gets back I am going to hug him, and Takeshi, so tight; tell them they don’t have to worry about those chores, and that they will be allowed at supper. I will give them a talk too, along with their father tomorrow, but for today, I believe they have been punished enough.’

“Um, mommy, you’re doing it again.” For the final time that day, my daughter rescued me from the violent waves crashing down on me from above. “You stopped braiding a while ago. Are you ever going to finish?”

It was only now that I came to know what I had done, or what I hadn't done. I stopped intertwining her locks about two-thirds of the way down. I’d been so kept up in my own mind I neglected what I was doing in real life. Finding new found motivation, I finished her hair faster than I had before and then I tied the ribbon on, securely fastening her beautiful hair-do.

“Oh! I love it! I love it! I love it so much!! Thank you mommy,” she twirled, watching her locks fall around her in awe. She ran over to give me a hug and a kiss, both of which I happily accepted.

‘I love you so much my precious angel. It feels so good to have you in my arms. I only wish I could be holding all three of you at the same time. My fierce Takeshi, My beautiful blossom that is you, and my little light Ha-’ I froze, alarm bells immediately sounding in my head at the thought of my son.

“OH MY GOSH!!! WHERE IS HARU?” I yelled, my loud voice right in my daughter’s ear making her jump. Takeshi also raised his head in alarm towards me when he heard the desperation in my voice. “He should have been back a long while ago… Where could he possibly be?” I muttered, worry starting to run through me. The sky had begun to paint itself in beautiful and vibrant shades of orange, yellow, and magenta strokes.

“Don’t worry mom, I will go look for him,” Takeshi said reassuringly to me. He truly was my brave, brave boy. With the way he was acting earlier, you wouldn’t think he would want to go find his little brother. Takeshi turned, and set off to find his brother.

“Honey, don’t do that! I shall go.”

Takeshi smiled, but said in a determined tone of voice, “Thank you mother, but this is the least I can do to make it up to him for being such a jerk, and to you for being such an awful son.”

My heart broke at his remorseful tone. “My dear, you are not an awful son; you never have been, and never will be. I love you so much, my brave boy. If this is what you wish to do, then go do it. Go find Haru and bring him back here.” With a smile of a boy who knew exactly what he needed to do, Takeshi looked at me one last time before he turned to follow the direction in which Haru had gone.

“Thank you, mother. I will not let you down.”

After my boy rounded the corner, I turned around to my daughter who was currently executing her sneak attack on Yogurt. My feathery boy thought he was in the clear in his newest hiding spot. He didn’t account for the fact that his huntress was my daughter, and she would always find him.

Holding in my laughter, I continued to watch my girl who was almost upon the skittish chicken. Tip-toeing closer, she got onto her knees, reached out, and…

“Cock-a-doodle-doo!,” she yanked Yogurt out of his hiding place, unbothered by the ear piercing shriek he let out. Cuddling him tight to her chest once more, she whispered words of affection to him as he tried to get away.

“Hehehe,” a giggle was the only sound I could force out of my mouth. ‘She really does love that chicken.’ Watching her with him warmed my heart and, letting that warmth sooth my mind, I all but put my missing son out of my worries. That was until a look of fear, one I've never seen present on my child’s face, seemingly froze her to her core, making her drop Yogurt in the process.

“Sakura, what is wrong?” Frozen in her fear, she was unable to talk to me. In turn, I followed her wide eyes to… A very horrid sight indeed. ‘“Huh?!” I gasped, startled at the sight in front of me. There were my two boys, not back with the training sword but tied up and gagged, desperately pleading for help.

A man, standing at least seven feet tall, broad-shouldered and built, with scars ravaging his entire body, held both of my children by their waists. His menacing eyes bore into mine with a hatred that spanned more than a decade. This man looked as if he knew who I was, but I did not know of him. He was here to destroy, and I could bet my son's lives that he wanted to kill.

Frightened I might have been, but I had no time to waste on my fears. One mere second was the matter of life or death here.

‘If I wish for my sons to live to see another year, I must act now.’

“SAKURA! GO GET YOUR FATHER NOW!” I yelled to my princess, but she was still frozen in fear. “SAKURA!” Having heard me this time, she ran off to fetch her father, and hopefully anyone else along the way.

My full attention now was focused on my sons’ captor; his inhumane yellowish gaze, just that of a monster, followed my every movement.

Unsheathing my hidden sword from inside my robes, I barked at the creature, “State your name, order, and place if you wish to be alive for longer than the sunset.” I wielded my weapon, pointing it directly at the savage’s heart, daring him to speak.

“Ugggghhhh,” he threw my sons to the ground, and their muffled groans of pain infuriated me even more than I already was.

Surely, I yelled loud enough for the whole castle to hear me, “STATE YOUR NAME! PLACE! AND ORDER! Or, so help me if you do not, I will make you regret it even in death.” My tone could have sent any normal man into hell in seconds, but this was no normal man.

Stepping over my sons, he reached behind his back and withdrew his dual blades. Sizing me up, he finally spoke, “You do not deserve the dirt on my feet, you nasty bitch. All you need to know is that I am the one who is sending you and your disgusting filth of a family to hell tonight.”

His venomous voice wrapped its vice grip around my lungs, and squeezed the air out, chilling me to the bone. He eyed me, similar to an eagle stalking its prey, and I glared at him with just as much animosity.

“If you were wise, you would let my sons go and move your ass along, out of my home.” This man was severely testing my patience.

It was my policy to settle with words before violence. I should’ve known from the start that it would not work with this one. Chuckling darkly at me, what he did next pushed me over the edge and all of my self control came crashing down. ‘My babies!!!’ He raised his left blade to Takeshi’s head, and the other above Haru’s.

Before he could have even thought of striking my sons, I advanced, charging like a wild bull who saw red. “Haa!!,” I grunted as I swiped my sword across his torso, narrowly missing him as he leaped over me, rolling into his battle stance. Sliding in the dirt, I caught my footing, spinning around to charge once more.

Before I could, however, this time he made the first move. He was sprinting towards me with a very clear intent; I was not to survive. If I was any normal woman, I would’ve cowered in fear but, alas, I was no normal woman; I was the lord assassin Kirigakure Saizo’s wife.

While I stood my ground, ready to pounce, my assailant arrived. He thrashed at me wildly and I blocked every swipe, stab, and thrash. Moving in graceful harmony, to an outsider it would have looked as though we had rehearsed the final act of a play. Every attack I had a response for, helping me bide my time for my opportunity to lead this dance.

Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

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[mingiswow]

10 | Blood Princess

Pairing: Namjoon x reader

Genre: Mafia!au

Warnings: violence, suggestive themes, cuss words, thigh riding 

Word count: + 2,4 k

a/n: I’m so sorry I was away for so long, but everything has been crazy lately. But don’t worry! I’ll finish this story as well as the other projects. Maybe it’ll take a little while but I’ll do it! Hope you enjoy this chapter. Lots of love 💖

It felt like Deja vu, you coming down the stairs all dressed up, the three youngest ones coming in front of you, Namjoon looking absolutely ravishing in his blue plaid suit and matching pants, his white dress shirt half opened, showing part of his chest and leaving you with sinful thoughts.

You came down the last steps and stopped in front of him, a big smile on both of your lips. His calloused hands gently touched yours, intertwining your fingers.

“If it is possible, you look even more beautiful than ever looked” the man left a kiss on your forehead, making a heat go straight up your cheeks.

“Maybe is the idea I’m finally yours now” Namjoon chuckled at your answer, throwing his head a little back and smiling down at you.

“You’ll never lose that sharp mouth of yours, aren’t you?” you denied with your head. “I think we should get going, I made reservations for us in a place I think you’ll really like” you nodded as he pulled you to the door, being followed by four giant men, his bodyguards. “Yoongi, Jin, take care of everything for me while I’m out, yeah?”

“Go have some fun, boss. You need” Jin answered, hugging Yoongi by the side. “We’ll take care of here. Anything you need don’t hesitate to call us”

“Thanks, boys” Namjoon walked out the mansion, hand still holding yours. He just let go for you to enter the car waiting outside.

You sat on the soft leather seat and waited for the man to join you. Your heart was pounding fast and your stomach was a mess. In your entire life, you’ve never been so nervous before, not even before your first mission as Blood Princess, not even after you killed your first victim. Nothing made you as nervous as the idea of going out with Namjoon as a couple.

The seat by your side sank and an arm wrapped your waist and pulled you to the side. The man kept hugging your waist sideways as the other hand held yours. Whoever saw you never imagined who you were, what you were, you just looked like a fancy couple in love.

Which was not entirely a lie.

“You look absolutely stunning tonight, Y/N” his velvety voice woke you up from your daydreaming, your eyes looking up to his. “I don’t know how long I can wait until I finally touch you the way you deserve” your eyes went immediately to the ground, the heat in your cheeks growing once again, and he laughed at your reaction, pulling you by your chin to look at him again. “You are my most precious thing right now. I could lose my gang, my houses, my cars, anything, as long as I have you, I’ll be happy” you smiled at him, pushing your body up so you could capture his lips.

Namjoon’s hands squeezed your waist and tight as soon as your lips touched his. He always got impressed of how fast his body would respond to you and your stimulus. You were no different, heat waves taking over your body, heart speeding at an incredible pace, hands electric, agitated, wanting to touch him everywhere they could.

The kiss heated up, the man’s strong grip bringing you to straddle his lap, sitting in one of his tights. The contact of the cold fabric of his paints against your already wet panty made you suck for air still into the kiss, a whiny moan leaving your lips afterward. 

“Sweet Jesus, princess, you’re this turned on already?” the shit-eating grin he had on his face was making you even wetter. “Do you want to ride my thigh, princess? I can make you cum before we get on our destination” your eyes rolled when he grabbed your waist and made you rub on top of his thigh, lips holding together to not let a loud moan out. “I want words, princess. Tell me what you want” another rub and, this time, a moan left your mouth, making him twitch inside his clothes.

“Y-yes” the words barely came out, just a whisper.

“Yes what?” Namjoon forced you even further his thigh, made you contract your sex into nothing. What this man was doing to your sanity?

“Yes, boss” the smirk that appeared on the man’s lips was a mixture between horny and sadistic.

“Such a good princess, aren’t we?” his lips joined yours again, this time faster, rougher, hornier. The air in the car was dense and smelled like lust, like sex. “C’mon, play with my thigh” you weren’t sure if you were able to do it so, your legs shaky as jelly already. Never, in your entire life, you felt something like this. But you weren’t the one complaining. Completely the opposite actually.

You started to move your body slowly, closing your eyes and enjoying the sensation. You pulled your panties to the side, leaving your clit exposed to the soft fabric of his pants, the friction increasing at the same proportion as the pleasure. You were sure he would have the mark of your nails on him even over the clothes he wore from how hard you held his shoulders, using them as support for your weak legs.

The knot in your stomach increased and you knew you were getting closer. You opened his shirt, leaving his muscular chest exposed for you. He left a loud grunt when you passed your nails through the skin, marking ever so slightly. His grunt was followed by your own moan, warning you that you were close to your high.

“Are you gonna cum, Y/N?” you nodded, biting your lower lip trying to hold the moans wanting to escape your throat. “No, baby. Don’t hold it, I want to hear you, I want you to scream my name. I want you to show me I was the man that made you feel like that” his words hit you like a truck and soon enough you were a moaning mess on top of him, holding on for dear life as your orgasm waved through your body. His large hands, helping you grind on him, overstimulating your bundle of nerves, making you almost scream his name. “There you go, princess. Such a good girl” he kissed you gently, so gently that it even felt like it was the same man that was kissing you seconds ago. “How do you feel?” his hands caressed your hair, putting the messed-up ones in place.

“So damn good” he laughed at you as you laid your head on his shoulder. “Thank you, Joon”

“For what exactly?”

“For being the nicest man I’ve ever been with” you left his embrace to look at him in the eyes and you swore you saw galaxies on them.

“You don’t have to thank me for that. It’s the least I can do as your boyfriend”

“Am I your girlfriend? I don’t remember that” you teased the man, biting his nose. Namjoon always loved that duality on you, one minute you were this hot, merciless woman, and in the other, you were this cute and soft being.

“Not officially, but soon” you nodded at him and left his lap, sitting by his side again.

“Well, I’ll be waiting for that” the man left a little kiss on your lips and a few minutes after, the driver announced your arrival.

The restaurant was fancy and you could see a few other people spread through the place. The walls were covered in a dark red wallpaper with a few drawings that remembered you some pictures you saw from Italy in Papa Choi’s house. The lights were low, in a soft tone of yellow, giving the place this romantic and even sensual atmosphere. The furniture was all made of dark brown wood with black metal feet matching the chairs. Everything in that place felt coordinated and, together, gave an old French movie aura.

“Welcome back, Mr. Kim” a tall and very well dressed woman received you with a big smile on her face. “Your table is ready and soon our sommeliers will be taking your wine”.

“Thanks, Karen” the woman politely bowed to you two and left, Namjoon leading you to a more reserved booth in the back part of the restaurant.

“Do you come here often?” you asked as you followed the man. The fact that the woman knew exactly his table, welcomed him “back” and also knew his favorite wine made you wondered how many times he went there and how many times he took women there.

“I’m the owner, Y/N. Do you think I only make dirty money?” he questioned as he saw your confused look, making your cheeks go red by the assumption.

“I never thought of anything else” you grabbed the cup of, now served, red wine and took a sip.

“I’m not like him, Y/N. If I decide to give up of this life I can, I make my clean money as well”

“Why don’t you gave up yet then?” he looked into your eyes, his brown ones staring deeply into you.

“I like the thrill of it, the danger, the fun. Just being a restaurant owner is not the funniest job” he smiled at you, his thumb gently caressing your hand that laid on top of the table.

“But do you think there is something that, maybe, will make you stop?” your gaze never leaving his.

Your question was genuine, you weren’t thinking of you, but him. Namjoon was a young man full of life, with loads of experiences to live, adventures to make. He was pretty, rich, had his own business, he didn’t need that lifestyle. Of course, he said because the thrill of it, but was it worth it? Was all this danger worth it? The imminent death knocking on his shoulder every second was worth just because of boredom?

It was clear in your eyes - and the past few days - that you hated that life, and Namjoon couldn’t blame you, your story was much worse than his. You were a puppet on Papa’s gang while he was a protegee, a son to his previous Don.

“I do” his both hands grabbed yours, caressing the skin, his calluses tickling ever so gently your palm. “But, for now, I have a few things to do before leaving this life forever, ok?” you nodded, the childish smile on your lips.

By the curse of the days, the boss noticed your clear as crystal change. Your actions became softer, almost as a child’s one, you stopped training, barely going to the gym anymore. Started to spend even more time with the younger ones, doing little sleepovers. And even started to blush and mush anytime Namjoon would compliment or flirt with you.

The man even thought about hiring a psychiatrist to talk to you, but he thought it would be privacy invasion, so he let it aside. At least for a while.

“I trust you, Joon. More than I expected to. Gosh! You and the boys were the best thing that ever happened to me” he laughed at your way of saying it, throwing your hands in the air. “I l-” you were cut short by a loud crashing sound, making Namjoon jump in front of you to protect you.

You two looked to the front and two black cars had invaded the place, breaking windows and doors. The lady that welcomed you earlier was now laid unconscious in the ground, the pool of blood staining her dress shirt that once was white. You couldn’t help but leave a little gasp with the scene, you weren’t ready for that. Neither was the man with you.

“Well. Well. Well… What do we have here” the cracking voice you knew all so well sent shiver down your spine. You weren’t expecting to see the man so early. The small fat man appeared from behind his henchmen, his signature grey suit shining and the white flower adorning his pocket. “Namjoon, Namjoon, look like you already forgot one of the most important rules of this business” his eyes left the man’s face and landed on yours. “Y/N. My sweet little child. Do you realize you made a big, big mistake staying with him, don’t you?” the smile on his lips was wicked, almost hungry, completely psycho. “But since I am a good man. You know that. I’ll give you the chance to come back to me and prove yourself worthy. Of course, it will hurt a little bit, but trust me, it hurts me more to do that to you”.

“Don’t you dare to lay your hands on her” Namjoon screamed, pulling you even closer and behind him when the old man tried to take a few steps forward.

The younger one cursed himself for not bring his men with him that night. It was him, you and only one gun against more than ten men, all fully armed.

“Well. I’ll give her two options” the man in front of you spoke, his hands hiding in his pockets. The smug smile on his lips. You knew he was up to something. “You can come with me and we’ll leave Bangtan alive or you decide to betray me and I’ll make sure you all suffer before dying. Especially you, princess”.

“You won’t take, touch or do anything with her, Claire” Namjoon touched his weakness, now smugly smiling too.

“Claire is dead, Kim! He died long ago with the man you loved the most!” the small one screamed, his ears and neck red of anger, veins popping.

“He trusted you, Choi! He trusted you and you stabbed him behind his back!” now Namjoon was the one screaming, taking one step closer to the man. “Don Park trusted you and you robbed and killed him! If I’m the one forgetting a simple and stupid rule, you are the one forgetting the number one. Family first, Claire Park!” in a blink of an eye, Papa shot against the younger man. A high pitched scream left your mouth, tears leaving your eyes shamelessly.

It all happened to fast. Namjoon was laying on the ground, his eyes closed in pain, hands dirty with his own blood, trying to make the liquid to stop spilling. Your weak body was lifted easily from the ground and thrown over someone’s shoulder.

The pain in your heart was too much and each step took by the man, Namjoon was getting further away. Your vision became more and more blurry until you let go and fainted.

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[snapheart1536]

Logic IV

(Philippa Gregory Special!)

Incest

Richard III, a man in his thirties, has an affair with his adolescent niece.

Philippa Gregory: "Oh it's SO BEAUTIFUL!!! How romantic! How sweet! They shall bring the Golden Age of Camelot again!"

Anne Boleyn sleeps with her brother George.

Philippa Gregory: "OH DEAR GOD THE HORROR!!! OMIGOD HOW LOW CAN SHE SINK!!! PERVERT!!! EEW LOOK AT THE MUTANT FŒTUS!!!"

Makes sense.

Adultery

Mary Boleyn claims to practically worship Katherine of Aragon, yet delights in sleeping with Henry VIII.

She has two kids by him (including A Precious Boy) and has the brass neck to expect her husband to take them as his own.

Philippa Gregory: "Yes, but she Respects Katherine, so that makes it okay. At least she didn't hold out for marriage, which would be morally indefensible. Only whores do that. Good girls know their place."

Anne Boleyn won't sleep with Henry until he's left Katherine.

Philippa Gregory: "FILTHY DIRTY WHORE!!! SHE DEFILED A SACRED UNION!!! SHE WANTED MARRIAGE LIKE A SLUT!!!"

Makes sense.

Deception

Katherine of Aragon lies about her marriage to Arthur so Henry will marry her.

Philippa Gregory: "How noble to consider only herself when she's suffering! How gracious to lose her True Love and yet remember her own interests! Don't you understand she is the Chosen One? God Wants Her To Lie, so it doesn't count. She MUST do this to build the Earthly Paradise she and Arthur planned. It's for the Greater Good."

Anne Boleyn lies about a marriage to Henry Percy so Henry will marry her.

Philippa Gregory: "Can you believe some people lie to get what they want? She LIED. It's like totally the same as genocide. Hah, but wasn't really a queen was she? Ha! At last I have invalidated the bitch! Would you credit that she had the nerve to expect marriage pretending to be a virgin? What kind of diabolical old trollop would do that? Saint Katherine the Martyr would never do such a thing."

Makes sense.

Child Murder

Margaret Beaufort murdered the Princes in the Tower so her son could be king.

Philippa Gregory: "VILE OLD CRONE!!! WHORE OF SATAN!!! SHE DRANK THEIR BLOOD!!!"

Elizabeth Woodville is a witch and curses her enemies' children, meaning the daft bitch kills off her own descendants.

Philippa Gregory: "Isn't she just the best? I love her!"

Makes sense.

Accuracy

Philippa Gregory likes slandering people she hates.

Gregory's Fangirls: "Oh for God's sake! It's FICTION!!! Nobody expects it to be totally right. Is it her fault the public are too STOOPID to know that?"

Five minutes later:

Gregory's Fangirls: "What you defending Anne Boleyn for anyway? She was A TOTAL BITCH to her poor sister. I know because the book told me and Dear Pippa wouldn't lie to me because she wouldn't."

Philippa Gregory keeps names the same so it's clear who you're meant to hate.

Gregory's Fangirls: "Oh honestly! I'm sick of this assumption that Dear Pip's books are made up. It's a complete misconception. Us clever people rise above this populist nonsense. I mean, there actually WAS a woman named Anne Boleyn and she DID get beheaded! What more do you want? The effort it must've took to include such weighty facts! The sacrifices she made just to please you pedants! Where's her Victoria Cross?"

Makes sense.

Adaption

Philippa Gregory changes history for her novels.

Philippa Gregory: "No I don't, it's word-for-word what happened. I'm famous for it you know. Don't come to me with your so-called 'evidence', you tiresome oik. Don't you know that I am a Visionary? My Art speaks to a truer Truth than your supposed 'sources' ever could."

Philippa Gregory's novels are changed for film and television.

Philippa Gregory: "OMIGOD I feel violated! They changed it? They tampered with its beauty? THEY RAPED MY BABY!!! It's my ART damn you! Some things are sacred! ART!!!"

Makes sense.

#Philippa Gregory #Tudors #Tudor History #Logic

[pocketsizedsam-blog1]

The Unexpected Perks of Being a Nanny~ Chapter Thirty-Three

Pairing: Jared x Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: talking about surgery

Beta: @invisibledevour @mack-winchester

Dr. Churchill placed the tiny, five pound three ounce, baby girl in her daddy’s arms not long after she was cleaned up and swaddled in a blanket.

Jared gasped, “she’s be-beautiful!”

The baby opened up her big dark brown eyes and looked up at him. She was sucking on her lip and squirming inside her blanket.

“Hello, sweet baby girl.” Jared sniffed, holding her closer- if it was even possible to hold her closer than he already was.

Jared moved over closer to you and held your newborn daughter down so you could see her too. You reached out and caressed her little face lightly with your left hand.

“H-hi baby.” You choked. “I’m m-mommy.”

It would be another hour before you could hold her, which gave Jared a lot of time to bond with his already daddy’s girl, newborn daughter. You were exhausted and sore once you were moved back into your room. You cuddled down into your blankets and closed your eyes. As much as you wanted to hold the tiny human being that just came out of you, sleep was overtaking your body. You were too tired to fight it. You were nearly asleep when Jared entered the room, an unhappy baby in tow.

“I know you’re tired but I also remember you saying that you wanted to breastfeed. Baby girl Padalecki is very very hungry.” He explained.

“I-I don’t know how to do it though.” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes.

“I’ll help you, don’t worry. Gen done it three times before. I know I’m not her… but I learned enough about breastfeeding to guide you along.” Jared reassured you.  

Jared did as he said and walked you through how to breastfeed and even massaged your boob when the baby wouldn’t take it your nipple- it was a little trick you seen from F.R.I.E.N.D.S. when Rachel had her baby, Emma. You turned on your side to alleviate the pressure on the incision from the c-section.

“This tickles.” You giggled lightly once she started breastfeeding.

“Yeah, it’ll probably feel weird for the first few times.” Jared chuckled.

He pulled out his phone and snapped a few pictures of your first real interaction with the baby before opening the FaceTime app.

“Who should we call first, mommy?” Jared smiled, playing with your hair.

“Probably Lacee, just to let her know.” You suggested.

“You’re right, we were so busy having a baby, we never got to check in on the boys and Odette. Hopefully they didn’t drive Lacee to the bar to drink.”

“Oh, Jared, your kids are not that bad.” You hissed playfully.

Connecting was displayed across the screen just twenty seconds after Jared initiated the call to Lacee Jax.

“Hey! Do we have a baby now?” Lacee asked curiously.

As Jared turned the camera towards the baby, he said, “yes we do.”

“Oh my gosh! Jared, Y/N. She’s beautiful. Have you picked out a name yet? What did you name this precious little angel?” Lacee cooed.

“We haven’t picked out a name yet.” Jared chuckled.

“I figured you were going to have a girl. Congratulations you guys! Just a little update, Shep went down fine in the spare room, Tom took a little bit of convincing. He really wanted to stay up to go see the baby but the poor little guy was dropping tired!”

“That seems like Tom.” Jared commented. “He’s always thinking about other people’s feelings before he thinks of his own.”

“And I wonder where he gets that?” Lacee said sarcastically, flashing Jared a wink. “How’s Y/N?”

“She’s pretty good, she’s tired and sore from the emergency c-section. Little miss was breech in the birth canal.”

“Oh Jeez. Danielle was breech almost my whole pregnancy and at the very last moment she changed positions.” Said Lacee. “Oh and before I forget, Odette’s doing fine too, of course. I don’t know how much she likes the idea of having another sibling.”

“I don’t think she’ll like it.” Jared shrugged. “Anyways, I must go, we’ve got a couple of other people to call, then we’re going to hit the sack ourselves- or try to at least.”  

After saying goodbye to Lacee, Jared brushed your hair back out of your face.

“Who should we call next. We should at least get in contact with Gen, Danneel, Jensen, Mom, Dad, Megan and Jeff. We can hit Jensen and Danneel in one call, mom and Dad in one call. Plus if you’re not feeling up to it, mom can tell Megan and Jeff in the morning.”

You looked down at your brand new little girl and brushed your thumb over her cheek as she ate.

“It’s as if she hasn’t eaten in days…” You murmured, watching her gulp back the milk.

You were mesmerized by her beauty.

“For her it’s been like an hour, and say ‘mommy! That’s a long time for me.’” Jared chuckled.

“Let’s call your mom next. It’s like 12 am in San Antonio though, maybe we shouldn’t-“

“-We can’t wait until morning, mom will fly up here and kill me if I never called her right away.”

“Right. Your mom’s on a NTK basis.” You chuckled, watching your daughter.

Like you said, Sharon was on a need-to-know basis. If she didn’t know right away- there was going to be a big problem. Mom and Connecting were displayed across Jared’s IPhone X screen. When Sharon finally answered, it was pretty dark in her room and she was rubbing her eyes.

“Jared? It’s late. What’s going on?” She asked, concerned.

Jared smiled, flipping the camera around to show the baby breastfeeding.

Sharon gasped, “you two had the baby!”

“Yeah we did.”

“Gerald!” Saron called. “Gerald, come here quick.”

“What- what, Sharon! What’s wrong?”

Gerald took one look at the baby through the screen and immediately fell in love. Due to her little pink cap, they could immediately tell she was a girl.

“I thought Y/N wasn’t going to be having the baby for another three weeks or so! I wanted to be there.” Sharon frowned.

“Yeah, we thought so too, but babies don’t care about flight dates or anything like that. Y/N’s water broke and I took her to the hospital after I brought the kids over to her friend, Lacee’s house. By the time we got to the hospital, Y/N was ready to push but the baby was breech and they had to rush her in for an emergency c-section. It was all so scary, mom, but she’s here and she’s healthy- they both are- and that’s the main thing.” Jared explained.

“Do you have a name picked out yet, son?” Gerald asked, watching the baby intently.

“No, Y/N and I haven’t decided and we’re both really tired. I think we might sleep on it and name her in the morning.”

“Well, in that case. We won’t keep you any longer, dear. You look exhausted. I’m very happy that the baby arrived healthy and that Y/N is healthy too. I’ll see if we can cancel our flight and get an earlier date. We love you three.” Sharon smiled.

“Bye, mom. Bye, dad.” Jared smiled tiredly.

“Bye, Sharon. Bye Gerald.” You added, waving at the screen.

Between the FaceTime call to The Padalecki’s and Gen, the baby was finished and needed to be burped. Jared took her and showed you how to burp a baby. It was different than reading it in the books, it was much better to get someone to show you how to do it so that you wouldn’t hurt your first born child by burping her wrong. Gen was overjoyed to know that, even though the baby came early and you had to be cut into, both you and her were okay. You thanked Gen for all her support throughout this pregnancy.

“I don’t know where I’d be without you.” You admitted to Gen.

“You’d be in the exact same spot, ‘cause you’ve got a wonderful guy by your side who knows what he is at. I’m glad that Jared moved on and I’m glad that it was with you. You’re amazing and I know that you’re already a marvelous mom.”

You were nearly asleep by the time Jared got a hold of Jensen and Danneel. He announced that you had a baby girl, via an emergency c-section, that she was nameless and that both baby and mommy were doing okay.

“Congratulations, Jared. Proud papa of four.” Jensen smiled.

“Anddddd congratulations to Y/N too, Jensen this is her first baby!” Danneel added, scolding Jensen.

“I would’ve gotten to that! You never let me finish.” Jensen exclaimed.

“Well thank you guys.” You yawned. “I really wish you were here Dee.”

“I’ll book the next flight up, Y/N. I can’t wait to meet your little miss!”

After telling all your close family and friends, you and Jared decided it was time to put the cellphones up and cuddle with your newborn baby.

“Jared… I-I don’t feel so good.” You rushed to sit up.

Jared pulled the newborn closer to him, “sssh, it’s okay. The doctor said you might be a little nauseous.”

“A little?” You interjected, leaning over the side of the bed.

You urged to throw up. After emptying your stomach contents onto the floor, you lied back, wiped your mouth and looked over to your boyfriend groggily.

“I’ll take care of it, sweetheart. You get some rest.” Jared cooed.

You were so groggy that Jared said you never even stirred when the nurse came in to check on your vitals, check on your uterus and assess the amount of vaginal discharge you were having. As if you had given birth naturally, like your plan had been too, you still had the discharge- something you wish you wouldn’t have to deal with. You managed to pull yourself up to a sitting position when the doctor came into check on you.

“So, do we have a name for little miss yet?” Dr. Churchill asked curiously.

“No, we wanted to sleep on it.” You yawned.

“Oh well, that’s okay. I’ve had some patients wait days before they named their baby.” She chuckled.

“We won’t be waiting days.” You smiled.

“Okay, I’m going to get you to spread your legs for me… then we’re going to do some breathing exercises to strengthen the incision site.”

You did as she asked while you began to think of some names for Baby Girl Padalecki.

“Okay. You’re experiencing a little bit more discharge than usual… we’ll have to keep an eye on that.” Dr. Churchill informed you.

Next you done the breathing exercises, which were more than uncomfortable.

“I’m going to suggest you wait to eat… if you would like, we can start you on some liquids and progress from there.”

After Dr. Churchill left, you and Jared finally got the chance to sit down and talk about the baby’s name.

“I like the name Danika.” You admitted, looking at the small baby curled up in her father’s arms. “I think she looks like a Danika. It means morning star- She looks as bright as a star and as unique as one in the day.”

“I like it.” Jared nodded. “Love it even.”

“She needs a middle name too… all the other kids have middle names.”

“How about… Arya? Meaning noble goddess. Our baby could be a noble goddess, couldn’t you, sweet sweet girl?” Jared suggested.

“Danika Arya Padalecki. I like it- love it even.” You mocked Jared.

He let out a chuckle, “hi Danika.”

Danika looked up at Jared, her big and brown sparkling eyes looking deep into his soul. Those beautiful browns pulled him in and wrapped him around her little finger from the moment Dr. Churchill placed her in his arms. You rubbed your forehead as you lied back down. You were still nauseous and exhausted.

“I can’t wait to go home.” You groaned.

“That time will come soon enough, babe.” Jared smiled.

Jared leaned down and kissed your forehead as he placed the little girl in your arms.

“I’m going to run home and hop in the shower, Okay? Then I’ll pick the kids up. I’m sure they’re dying to meet their baby sister.” Jared chuckled.

“Yeah, I’m sure they are.” You smiled down at Danika.

It was about an hour later when Jared returned, three kids in tow.

“You guys have to be quiet, okay?” Jared warned. “Y/N and the baby could still be asleep.”

Tom creeped into the room and gave you a smile when he seen that you were awake.

“Y/N!” He exclaimed quietly. “Where’s the baby?”

“The baby is right here, silly.” You giggled.

“Woah! The baby’s so tiny I never saw it!”

“It’s a girl, Thomas.” Jared smiled. “Her name is Danika.”

“Dernikaaa?” Thomas repeated.

“No, Danika, buddy. We should’ve known the kids wouldn’t be able to say her name.” You looked up at Jared and shrugged.

“No! No! Y/N! I can say it!” Tom squealed.

“Thomas.” Jared warned. “Shhh.”

“I say it.” He whispered. “Danika.”

You kissed his forehead as if to say a silent good job. Shep was next to want to see the baby whereas Odette clung to her daddy. Danika remained asleep in your arms as Shep climbed onto the bed. He played with he little pink cap and looked up at you.

“She cute, Y/N. So cute.” Shep cooed, picking at her little fingers.

Danika stretched her hand open and grabbed ahold of Shep’s finger.

“Look daddy! Look, look, look.” He grinned.

“Hey! No fair! I want her to hold onto my finger too.” Thomas yelped.

“Shhhhh, Tom. It’s okay. Stick your finger out.” You guided his finger to Danika’s hand, hoping she’d grab it.

“She don’t like me, daddy. She like Sheppy because she holding onto Sheppy’s finger and not mine!”

“Thomas, she’s only a day old, I don’t think she knows the difference between you and Sheppy right now.” Jared explained. “Plus she’s asleep.”

“Yeah. I guess so.” Tom sighed.

“Odette, do you want to see your baby sister?” Jared asked.

Odette wrapped her arms tighter around Jared’s neck and screamed, “no!”

“Shhh, Odette.” Jared whispered, kissing her forehead.

“It’s like she knows.” You giggled. “She knows the baby is coming home with us.”

Odette was always a mommy’s girl when she was being breastfed, but since she’s been eating solid foods, she’s became more of a daddy’s girl whereas Danika was a daddy’s girl ever since she was in the womb.

“No baby, daddy.” Odette begged. “No baby.”

“But baby, Danika’s got to come home with daddy and mommy.”

“Noooooo! No momma no.” Odette squealed before letting a big sob out.

“Baby O, mommy can’t save you.” You rocked Danika as she started to fuss.

“Shhhh, Odette you’re being really loud, okay? You don’t have to go see the baby right now.” Jared rocked Odette too.

You were so excited to have your baby girl here, in the world with you. You knew it would be a challenge having Odette and Danika so close in age, but you were prepared to take on the challenge because you loved both of those little girls the same.

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[chamaelhyun]

so i just finished reading stephen king’s it...

... and i have too much feelings for it i think i have to write everything down, more for myself than for anything else lmao

first and foremost, bill loves georgie so much just thinking about them makes me so fucking soft??? and georgie kissing him on his cheek that day legit brought tears to my eyes knowing what’s gonna happen to him

also, stanley did not take that fucking bath i refuse to believe it no sir

“it was easier to be brave when you were someone else” - richie tozier

eddie my dear boy why would you marry your mother smh

ben loves beverly so much okay!!!!

i feel like bill and eddie’s friendship is so underrated so let me just put it right here -- bill thinks of eddie as his only real friend prior to everything that happened that summer and eddie "would have died for bill", if bill had asked him he would have just responded: “sure, big bill.. you got a time in mind yet?”

"..richie’s mouth was like a half-tamed horse that has a way of bolting for absolutely no reason at all” uhHHH IF THIS AINT THE TRUEST THING LMAO

“maybe sometimes things didn’t just go wrong and then stop; maybe sometimes they just kept going wronger and wronger until everything was totally fucked up”

“HE HAD HATED IT WHEN RICHIE CALLED HIM EDS... BUT HE HAD SORT OF LIKED IT, TOO” OKAYYYYYYY 

eddie loves bill like a big brother or a father if this isnt the purest thing ever im crying

RICHIE LIKES PINCHING EDDIE’S CHEEKS OKAY DO NOT TOUCH ME “i hate it when you do that, richie” “ah, you love it, eds” 

i’m such a trash but richie!!! winking!!! at!!! eddie!!!

uhh richie telling eddie about his ambition when they were hanging out in eddie’s garage??? good shit right here

from eddie’s pov -- richie has an “enchanting, often exhausting charm” okay

the savage bill that usually comes out when richie is being such a little shit, i love it!! “best part of you ran down your father’s leg” kids pls lmao

UGHH I’M SUCH A REDDIE TRASH BUT RICHIE??? PINCHING EDDIE’S CHEEKS??? WHILE COOING “CUTE, CUTE, CUTE”???? sign me the fuck up

stan “i think that must have been my father” the man

“it was just richie. he could drive you bugshit.. but it was still sort of nice to have him around” oh eddie spaghetti

isn’t it adorable how whenever richie says something which eddie thinks is bullshit but he isnt really sure is bullshit, he just turns to bill for confirmation??? “is there such a thing as a sift bill” 

“you know about fucking, don’t you, eds?” uhhh richie dont corrupt my innocent little son like this??? (tho of course my son is well aware thanks to this taliendo boy?? whoever he is??)

uh ben is such a genius??? youngest architect y’all. this. my son. right here.

that time when they were caught by mr. nell building the dam and everybody -- even richie himself -- was like, “shut the fuck up richie gdi!!!” and stan was holding on to richie’s arm ready to squeeze him hard if he starts being a little shit it’s like one of my faves of them idek why it’s just so funny to me??

also, richie is such a trash for bill istg??? “..maybe just seeing bill’s eyes light up with their own excitement was enough” ???

ONE OF MY MOST FAVORITE RICHIE MOMENTS (and there’s a lot considering he’s my fave loser) -- him making bill feel better and less guilty about georgie’s death and then comforting bill, tho awkwardly, when the latter started crying 

uh idk if i maybe missed it in the book or in the movie but why is almost the entire fandom saying that his parents dont give a shit about richie?? cause i think out of all the losers, his parents are fairly regular (bill said so himself) he even gets to joke around with them?? and from richie’s pov: “he could read both of his parents like books -- well-worn and well-loved books” so im really kinda confused??

“they’ll pinch my cheeks and tell me how much i’ve grown” “that’s cause they know how cute you are, eds -- just like me. i saw what a cutie you were the first time i met you” uhh richie how many times are you gonna call eddie cute?? well i dont really blame you, my son is a reaal cutie

also!!!! bev and richie’s frienship??? hello why was it not in the movie????? cigarette buddies??? my badass babies??? 

richie: “likes bev a lot. well, he likes her, but not that way.’

also richie: *blushes and flustered when bev teased him if he was asking her out on a date*

ben not believing himself when he told richie to shut up, oh child you have all the right in the world to make him shut up lmao

bill and richie are like two of the bravest losers but after escaping the werefolf from the neibolt house they both just hugged each other and cried and oh my god my poor sons they do not deserve any of this theyre just kids ffs

uhhh beverly on the plane on the way back to derry was just a mess who couldnt stop laughing and just?? if i could smack tom rogan i would gladly do so and her father too for good measure

ben and bev and eddie just hysterically laughing is my aesthetic my kids deserve all the happiness in the world pls

ben always stands up for bev he’s so sweet?? he doesnt even care much what others say to him as long as they arent disrespecting bev and i just????

my pure innocent eddie not understanding why bev isnt allowed to have boys into the house when there inst anyone else there oh boy so precious

what’s worse than frightening stan uris? offending him, that’s right

the losers have forgotten about each other for more than twenty years but when they remembered and met up again its like nothing has changed at all????

uhh richie trying to calm eddie down but the latter just rounded on him telling him not to call him eds!!! and not to pinch his cheeks!!! cause he hates it!!! and richie recoiled and just?? my heart hurts

BEEP-BEEP RICHIE

“i wish stan was here” you and me both mikey

“she wouldve died for him” why are they all willing to die for bill oh god these kids

“he thrusts his fists against the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts”

dafuq richie is really so funny istg??? im not playing favorites with my kids here but he’s so funny?? his voices are so funny i hate him lmao

The Apocalyptic Rockfight (need i say more?????)

excuse me but richie (and bev) taking care of eddie after said rockfight

bill is like the president of the losers club and richie is his right hand man am i right or amirite

I JUST LOVE HOW THESE LOSERS KEEP SAYING THEY LOVE EACH OTHER??? they’re so vocal about it and just??? idc if they were, like, brought together by this turtle to fight it,, their friendship is one of a kind and they deserve all the best thinsg in life

“stan did not have much sense of humor, and the bit he did have was sort of peculiar” UHH I SHOULDNT BE LAUGHING THIS HARD

“i don’t call you dick, as in ‘you got any gum on ya, dick?’“ OHH EDDIE STRIKES BACK YES

uhm excuse the fuck outta me but richie called eddie “my love” do not fucking touch me

“the losers are still losing, but stanley uris is finally ahead” uhhh fuck you pennywise???

I JUST LOVE IT WHEN THE LOSERS ARE BEING KIDS AND JUST PLAYING AROUND TOGETHER HAPPILY this is how it shouldve been anyways they should all just be happy and protected 

stan catching the losers’ crazy yup

BEVERLY MARSH IS BADASS WHO DONT NEED PROTECTING JUST BECAUSE SHES A GIRL YOU TELL THEM LOSERS, HON

richie being so proud of them, of his friends?? losers or not losers?? he;s just proud that theyre all together?? im so soft

"he shouldnt be down here” - richie when he heard eddie coughing when they were in the smokehole im such a reddie trash i feel like i notice every little thing between them lol

bill is eddie’s hero it’s canon

EDDIE MY BOY STANDING UP TO HIS MOTHER YOU GO SON

uhh when the losers visited eddie in the hospital and not even richie was smiling uhh why dont you just step on my heart???

“no good friends. no bad friend. only people you want, need to be with; people who build their houses in your heart.”

"it hurts, doesn’t it?” “yeah, why, sure. it hurts.” RICHIE CRYING CAUSE OF STAN SOMEBODY HOLD ME

richie asking for eddie’s aspirator and the others doing the same before they entered the house on neibolt street

UHH EDDIE IS LIKE THE LITERAL BABY OF THE LOSERS DON’T FIGHT ME ON THIS he’s often called cute (by richie of course) and often described as fragile, vulnerable and beautiful. and also,ticklish. so yup. a baby. The Baby.

“sure i can. i was alone last time. this time i’m with my friends.” SEE AN ACTUAL BABY THAT MUST BE PROTECTED AT ALL COSTS

“anyone who tries to steal your aspirator, we kill him. but we kill him slow.” oh richie just say outright that youll protect the baby itsokay son say it

“hey eddie needs help okay?” richie making sure the baby is properly assisted by the losers (ok im such a trash really, sue me)

stan,,,,, makes me so sad istg yes he’s like the weakest among the losers in some ways but he was brave enough to go with them that summer okay and that says so much about my poor baby!! “i don’t have anything” YOU HAVE YOUR FRIEMNDS SON PLS DONT HURT ME LIKE THIS

IT IS SCARED OF THESE SEVEN KIDS HA

uhh can i just say,, i love all my children,,, but no to cheating pls????

these kids are such,,, kids lmao that part where eddie wanted a lick on richie’s ice cream (i think) and richie’s like no??? germs??? sharing??? your mom wouldnt like it?? then began to eat faster and eddie’s just like, i’ll chance it. so richie reluctantly let him have a taste but snatched it away quick lmao then stan offered his to eddie

“she says henrys gone crazy” “shit you mean he used to be sane??” richie istg

baby eddie!!!!! richie’s like no eds youre not going your arm is still broken and bill’s like he has to so walk with me eddie ill keep an eye on you (and protect you and carry you on my back and)

that moment when eddie called the others fucking pussies cause he’s doing that mashed potatoes all over it and he’s got a broken arm!!!!! ahhh i love this kid so much?????

and then after when the eye is gone and richie is mimicking eddie and was like “not too shabby, eds” and eddie was all “i hate it when you call me eds” and richie just goes i know and HUGGED EDDIE and says, “but somebody has to toughen you up, eds...” I LOVE THEM SO MUCH?????

FUCKKKKKK it’s the part when my kid’s arm got cut off and my heart just hurts so fucking much????? he doesnt deseve this?? none of them does????

‘richie was weaving and tumbling toward him like a drunk at the end of a long hard night’ “--eds--” STAB ME IN THE HEART WHY DONT YOU

 “richie, don’t call me eds. you know i..i...” FUCK YOU ALL I HATE YOU ALL

uhhh lets not talk about that thing that happened so they could get out of there im still so fukcing disturbed??? 

“son, you did real good” i wouldve smacked this turtle thing or whatever had i been a loser,,, i mean???

“we gotta get him out of here” “it’s too dark, you know.. it’s too dark. eds.. he.” RICHIE MY POOR BOY MY SON MY MOST PRECIOUS SOBBING OVER HIS BELOVED

“fuck you, bitch!!!” 

ben and beverly yes its what they both deserve

“even if we forget each other, we’ll remember in our dreams”

mike went through so much,,, i mean he was the only one who stayed in derry and looked into all that happened there beginning from god knows when. he was scared as fuck when the killings started again but he put off calling the others cause he wanted to be absolutely sure it is back before he disrupts the other losers’ lives??? he wasnt envious whatsoever of the success of the other losers even though the difference between him and them is so fucking vast?? he accepted it -- that he stayed in derry for a reason and that is to call the others back to finally end it hwen it comes back. he has done all these and more. let us not sleep on him. my boy deserves all the love and recognition he deserves. 

YOU KNOW WHAT FUCKS ME UP SO MUCH IT’S NOT JUST THE DEATHS OF MY KIDS it’s the fact that after everything theyve gone through together, they forgot about each other in the end

but maybe it was better for them too. to not think about the nightmares. to not think about the lives lost. but is forgetting really better than not knowing at all?

they went thorugh so much together and in the end they’ll forget

maybe cause as richie said, “nothing lasts forever”

#books what have you done with my feelings #wrote this entire thing down entirely for my own benefit so that i wouldnt forget #like these kids theyvre forgotten #but no really cause i tend to forget details of what ive read after a long time and i dont want to forget how much i love these kids #i think this turned out to be more of a reddie post but i just coulnt help it lmao i love these kids so much???? #anyway #stephen king's it

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A Welcomed Interruption!

"I want the orange mike!" That's what a 3-4 year old boy said as he climbed the pulpit steps at my cousin Jonathan "Jon Jon" Jay Forte's home going service just before Eric Dawkins of the famous urban gospel duo "Dawkins and Dawkins" graced the audience with a beautiful rendition of "There Is a Place".

Dawkins politely gave way to the sharply dressed young clamoring lad who was determined to crash this funeral party headed at the Greater Zion Temple Family Worship Center in Steubenville, Ohio.

By the way, my family vacationed in Hershey, PA back in 2014 for Spring break. The trip was fun and filled with great expectations, but I could have paid off a small loan with the money I spent driving through the Ohio/Pennsylvania turnpike. I never thought I'd be running the gauntlet again as I learned that Columbus, Ohio would not be the destination burial place for my dear first cousin killed in a head-on-collision car accident in Kuwait.

Jon Jon! That's what I remember hearing everyone call him growing up. Of all my late uncle John's sons and daughters, Jon Jon was the one who looked more like my mom's third and next to last brother who passed away in the famous year Prince made popular in his hit song 1999. The news of Jon Jon's death shook my mom so that she insisted that we make the trip so that she could represent the only siblings of uncle John's brothers and sisters able to attend.

So there we were. There I was. Sitting in the pulpit of the church ready to take in the sweet melodic offering of an artist my brothers and I have admired ever since he and his brother hit the airwaves back in 1993 with hit songs following in 1994 like: Faithful, Word Up, Forgiven, Need to Know, Praisin' On My Mind, to their latest release after 13 years, Pray for Me. And what do you know, we were all about to be surprised by a much more delightful tune we've all sung at some point in our lives. But never in this setting.

At first, I thought this must be little Eric Dawkins joining his dad on stage. I'm still not sure if I was right about the identity of this little guy. Nevertheless, somehow he was drawn to the stage at the same time Eric took to the mike and he wasn't coming down until after he said his piece.

Then there he was… standing with the orange head covered mike in his hand. The next thing you know, everybody at the funeral was singing the ABC song. No, this wasn't Michael Jackson and/or the Jackson 5's stepping version of "ABC… easy as 1-2-3". No, this was A-B-C-D-E-F-G… The one that ends with "now I know my ABC's next time won't you sing with me."

If only I'd pulled the video camera out in time to capture this phenomenal moment. Thanks to this little voice in the making, I was opportunistic enough to get the iPhone set to capture Eric on camera in time to share him with you. Of course, you'll have to download the Zion City App to check him out.

As I set there thinking about Jon Jon, I thought to myself how remarkable life is. Here we are celebrating the life of a man who most would consider died far too young at 49. And here's a 3 or 4 year old baby taking to the stage to let the world in on the fact that he knows his ABC's. This never would have happened at another funeral right? I mean there have been times when my kids would break free in service and make their way to the pulpit, but never at a funeral. Even in a traditional church setting somebody was always there to grab them and carry or usher them back to their seats safely tucked away from the front of the crowd.

Thanks to Eric's resolve and demeanor, he gave space for this young child to share this special moment with us. Everybody just laughed and smiled and filled the room with applause after the toddler left us with those words in his heart "next time won't you sing with me."

Yes, next time. How about next time? Will there even be a "next time?" How about we sing "this time?" How about we leave space for those we care about right now to speak to us, to share with us, to grab the mike and say what the Lord has put in and on their heart to say? No matter how simple or elementary? No matter how untimely, unexpected, and unorthodox?

It would have been easy to assume that this child has nothing to say. This is out of line. Where is his parents for crying out loud? This is preposterous! We're at a funeral!

Yes, we were at a funeral. Sadly, too many of us are so dead to life (even though we are physically alive) that a little life at our funeral may not be such a bad idea for those we will leave behind. If only we could get back to the days where we were unabashedly excited to tell the world in a simple melody "now I know my ABC's."

The ABC's of godly love, compassion, grace, understanding, forgiveness…

The older I get, the more I see, the funnier I feel, and the less things I take for granted. Every moment is so precious. Life is fleeting… like a vapor as the scriptures declare. What a joy it was to witness the interrupting voice of a mindless, but mind filled 2 feet high human being interrupting the regular ordered schedule of services of my dearly beloved cousin and his family.

Could it be this moment was designed to interrupt us for a moment? To give us a glimpse into the reality of how life really is? Just when you think you know suddenly something comes alone and interrupts your flow? Could this moment serve as a refreshing reminder to all of us that "THERE IS A PLACE?"  A better place? A special place? A place where interruptions will cease?

Funny, it's the small things in life that usually matter the most. Death interrupts life enough… it's refreshing to see a little payback come in such a small way.