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Theory time (PLL: Original Sin)
I was a pre teen when I started watching the original PLL and I was obsessed with it back then, PLLOS has made its way into my adult life and now i’m obsessed with theorizing everything again so let’s go
At that beach scene Imogen is still wearing the clothes from Karen’s party which makes me think baby was conceived that night, so something happened either at the party or on the way home.
Tabby was SA’d that’s why she keeps the camera at the boy’s locker room, she’s probably trying to discover who was it and tbh I have a feeling it might be Noa’s boyfriend. The opening has a lot of futebol references
One of them is for sure helping A, that text message? “Reveal your true self, 1 bully down 5 to go” was shady asf
Minnie is off but I don’t think she has anything to do with A but something equally sinister has happened to her
Karen really died, Kelly planned her death. There was a lot of swapping that day but i’m sure Kelly is the evil twin, the way she told the ‘truth’ after her dad gave a speech about how he would end those girls life? self preservation, she needed him to stop digging further into her sisters death
The sheriff definitely has an affair with the principal. I said what I said
Angela was being followed by someone/threatened the night of the party
Also, that wasn’t a party. No one calling the cops or 911? no way, literally no way. I’m pretty sure it was just the moms and Angela that night, as Tabby’s mom said “they know what everyone thinks is the truth” there’s more to it.
Masked man and A are different people but work together
Now this is just a random thought, NO ONE NOTICE THE JANITOR IS GONE????
I need Imogen to be gay that’s it. that’s the comment.
There’s a teddy bear close to Angela’s memorial (?) below the scarlet letter book, masked man carries the same bear in the series intro
that’s it my inbox is open if anyone wants to discuss any of it <3
#pll original sin#new pll#imogen adams#tabitha haworthe#faran bryant#minnie honrada#noa olivar#theories#pll theories#i’m so invested#pls#pretty little liars original sim
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They are many things...
#tabogen#tabby x imogen#tabby haworthe#imogen adams#pretty little liars original sim#pllosedit#lgbtq#Youtube
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one of us is lying is what pretty little liars wants to be
#the show is actually so good#fight me#one of us is lying#pretty little liars#pretty little liars original sim
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thought I'd make a little ✨️about me✨️ post for ya'll.
so this is me (if you care)
name: mel
age: 19 (scorpio bby)
pronouns: she/her
sexuality: bi (but less and less everyday honestly)
country: brazil 🇧🇷
I'll mostly talk about how gay i am for women, how beautiful women are, and how women are the best thing to exist
I'm also a fucker for incorrect quotes, so you'll find a lot of them in here cause they're easy to do.
ships (aka my ao3 favorited tags): clexa, calzona, marina, supercorp, ronance, skimmons, avatrice, vauseman, lottienat, jackieshauna, taivan, limoreau, avalance, wenclair, bishova, kacy.
now to the good stuff: the fandoms (under the read more, cause i got too excited)
[i won't necessarily post about them, but they might pop up here and there]
music: maya hawke, gracie abrams, conan gray, boygenius, muna, reneé rapp, taylor swift, harry styles and lorde.
tv shows and movies:
• current (might pop up more): ncis hawai'i, ncis sydney, legends of tomorrow, wynonna earp, supergirl, madame web.
• favorites (will pop up a lot and then never be talked about for months): yellowjackets, warrior nun, motherland fort salem, scream, agents of shield, station 19, grey's anatomy, hawkeye, orange is the new black criminal minds, percy jackson, bottoms, stranger things.
• supernatural/post apocaliptical stuff i watched when i was 12 and are now camp to me (I'll talk abt it if you want me too): teen wolf, the vampire diaries, the 100, twilight, wolfblood, the originals, pretty little liars, buffy the vampire slayer.
other random stuff im into: all things mcu, movie commentaries, and long ass deep dives [mike's mic, ur internet mom ash, dylan is in trouble, trin lovell, uncarley], the sims 4, reading fanfiction, art, interviews and press, arrowverse, podcasts, movies directed and produced by women, sapphic media, reading, architectural digest, collecting popcorn buckets, jenna ortega, milo manhein, matthew gray gubler, motherhood, found family trope, fashion and cats.
that's all folks, some other random shit might pop up eventually but im a pretty chill person...feel free to recommend me stuff you think I'll like based on all of the shit i wrote above.
#about me#melziss#why did i even write this#i put arrowverse in there but I've watched everything but arrow#and batwoman
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End of Year Quezzies
Happy New Year! I think it would be fun to reflect on highlights from last year, especially in regards to fandom. This is a compilation of questions inspired by various ask games x x
Top 5 songs you listened to for the first time last year?
1.Out of the Dark (Monster High)
2.Playing His Game (Death Note: The Musical)
3.Stalemate (Death Note: The Musical)
4.Where Can I Run? (Adamandi)
5.Me, Myself and I (Adamandi)
Top 5 Songs released last year?
1.Reason We've Got Magic from (Monster High 2)
2.Not How Our Story Goes (Monster High 2)
3.You Don't Know (Monster High 2)
4.Dirty Girl (Nerdy Prudes Must Die)
5.Nerdy Prudes Must Die (Nerdy Prudes Must Die)
Album released last year?
Nerdy Prudes Must Die (Original StarKid Cast Recording) by Team Starkid
Musical artist / group of the year?
Starkid!
Favorite musical artist / group you started listening to this year?
Melliot's musicals!
Movie watched for the first time last year?
Stay (2017)
Movie released last year?
Monster High 2!
TV show of the year?
Legacies
TV Show released last year?
Wolf Pack
Most memorable episode of a show last year?
3x08 Long Time, No See from Legacies was one I rewatched a few times as I loved it so much
Top 5 musicals watched this year?
1.We Are The Tigers
2.VHS Christmas Carols
3.Nerdy Prudes Must Die
4. Adamandi
5. Death Note: The Musical
Game of the year?
Sims 4: Horse Ranch
Character of the year?
Lizzie Saltzman! (Legacies)
Top 5 new favorite characters last year?
1.Draculaura (Monster High)
2.Vincent Aurelius Lin (Adamandi)
3.Quincy Cynthius Martin (Adamandi)
4.Claire (Stay 2017)
5.Tabby Haworthe (Pretty Little Liars: Original Sin)
Ship of the year?
Cairo x Riley (We Are The Tigers) and Mizzie (Legacies). I can't choose! Also I was this year years old when I found out my long-time otp Mizzie were canon endgame! Still screaming over that!!
Top 5 new ships last year?
1.Dracudeen (Monster High)
2.Quincent (Adamandi)
3.Claire x William (Stay 2017)
4.Holy Ghost (Nerdy Prudes Must Die)
5.Finsie (Legacies)
Best month for you this year?
Probably December. I love the holiday season!
Something you want to do again next year?
Go to the cinema more! I think I went only once this year. Would love to go to the theatre too! It's been a while!
How was your birthday last year?
It went pretty well. I just chilled at home and watched my favourite musicals.
Favorite book you read last year?
Fraternity by Andy Mientus was amazing! A real page turner! One of the best, most engaging books I've read.
What was the most delicious meal you enjoyed last year?
I really wanna get into reading Ella Enchanted. I've heard good things!
What’s something you learned this year?
All the advantages of foot massages! And that keeping an 'Affirmation Board' on notion is an extreme help. I use gallery view and I put gifs and positive quotes from my favourite media and characters to look at when I'm having a bad day. I also put techniques for coping that include pressure points, breathing techniques and tips for dealing with my sensory issues, sometimes paired with a gif of a scene that reminds me of it. Wish I'd started on it years ago but it's better late!
Favorite place you visited this year?
Just the town nearest mine. It's my favourite town!
What was the most impactful life lesson you learned?
Copy & Pasted from my Affirmation Board: "There will never not be something wrong that upsets you. Perfection is a myth. Happiness is focussing on the good despite the sadness, guilt & shame that always bubble beneath. Concentrating on, replaying or having negative feelings about what hurts won’t solve the problem or make it go away. It’s ok to let it go & not punish yourself." - Quote By Me xD. I like to give myself the illusion of control over thoughts lol but looking at this has been the most helpful thing on my affirmation board for me.
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Tag nine people you’d like to get to know better!
Tagged by: @tophatz thank you for the tag friend!!
Tagging: @diverse-hearts @cardsarepower @tximidity @infinitexmuses @devildukem @eonsister && anyone else who wants to do this can and say I tagged them.
Favorite color(s): Purple.
Favorite flavor(s): Sweet.
Favorite genre(s): Romance. Comedy. Drama / Crime Drama. Animation / Anime. Fantasy. Sci-Fi. Anything with animals or cats.
Favorite music: Pop. Rock. Alternative. Metal. K-Pop. Country. 90's music. I will listen to all kinds of music.
Favorite movie(s): The Aristocats - My all time favorite movie. I'm a walking encyclopedia of Aristocats quotes. Legally Blonde. Scooby-Doo and the Cyber Chase. Scooby-Doo and the Witches Ghost. Scooby-Doo on Zombie Island. The Labyrinth. The Princess Bride. A Walk to Remember. Milo and Otis.
Favorite series: Yugioh!DM. Criminal Minds. Teen Titans. Scooby-Doo. Bones. Looney Tunes. Yugioh!Gx. Pokemon. Yugioh!5ds. Glee. Buffy The Vampire Slayer.
Last song: Currently listening to Little Black Dress by One Direction.
Last series: The last series I watched from start to finish was Pretty Little Liars : Original Sin.
Last movie: I caught the tail end of Smurfs 2 the other day. I think that's the last movie I watched.
Currently reading: Warriors :: The Broken Code :: Lost Stars by Erin Hunter.
Currently watching: I do need to finish Angel the Series, but other than that I'm not working on any series. There's a few I'm thinking of picking up or rewatching though.
Currently working on: I'm playing a legacy challenge in the Sims 4. I'm also slowly making icons for all of my muses and occasionally posting replies.
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july favorites list
hi kate <3
july is not entirely over yet but i think it's never too early for a favorites list and what a better way to introduce myself than through my recent favorite things? (if anything else comes up i will just add it). i was thinking of coming up with little categories but that didn't work that well so i will just list them. here they are:
sims 4 family gameplay/legacy gameplay
i have been playing a lot of sims 4 lately and what i have been specifically enjoying is playing a generations and family gameplay or legacy gameplay. it's been fun seeing how far a family come when you started in willow creek in a starter home and now generation 3 lives in a mansion in del sol valley. it's also fun to see the worlds populate with your extended family and friends. it makes the game feel a lot more real.
speak now taylor's version
i am not special nor original, if there's a new taylor swift release i ought to be obsessed with it! especially the vault songs got me on this one. i can see you has been on repeat with the occassional interruption for electric touch or when emma falls in love.
barbie movie
everytime i hear someone say barbenheimer i get brain damage but that does not mean i was not incredibly excited for both of these movies, especially barbie though. i found out greta gerwig was to direct a live action barbie in 2021 and have been waiting excitedly ever since then. the fact that it's finally here now is so exciting. it was exactly what i hoped for. futhermore the barbie soundtrack! it's so good and it's also everywhere at the moment. i must admit that a lot of the songs are forgetable but the stand outs certainly stand out. songs like dua lipa's dance the night away or charli xcx's speed drive have not left my brain since i first heard them.
pretty little liars
i have been rewatching pretty little liars with my boyfriend as he has never seen it before. pretty little liars is one of my favorite teen dramas ever since 2013 when i discovered they had turned the books into a show. since then it has been in constant rotation for me. there hasn't really been a point where i was not rewatching it. however i haven't watched it this consistently for a while, so i am enjoying that very much. we saw the dollhouse episodes just recently and that is just peak tv.
lilsimsie
this really goes back to my first point. the reason i have been enjoying the sims so much again is because i have been watching lilsimsie's streams and videos again. especially her generations let's plays has been enjoyable for me. i can't wait to finish it and watch the university sequel.
sims 4 mini goats
i won't elaborate.
shelf app
this was gonna be more of a "things i am looking forward to" section, but while i started working on this post the app got released! shelf app is like a digital shelf that can store all your stuff! it seems really fun so i can only recommend it. so far it's only released for ios but i am sure it will be out for android soon.
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Chapters: 17/22
Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist
Characters: Martin Blackwood, Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Tim Stoker (The Magnus Archives), Sasha James, Rosie Zampano, Oliver Banks, Original Elias Bouchard, Peter Lukas, Annabelle Cane, Melanie King, Georgie Barker, Alice "Daisy" Tonner, Basira Hussain
Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Fix-It, Post-Canon Fix-It, Scars, Eventual Happy Ending, Fluff and Angst, I'll add characters and tags as they come up, Reference to injuries and blood, Character Death In Dream, Nudity (not sexual or graphic), Nightmares, Fighting
Summary: Following the events of MAG 200, Jon and Martin find themselves in a dimension very much like the one they came from--with second chances and more time.
Chapter summary: Tim joins everyone at Elias’s house and pressure builds.
Chapter 17 of my post-canon fix-it is up! Read above at AO3 or read here below.
My tumblr master post with links to other chapters is here.
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The rest of the first full day ay Elias’s house passed in relative isolation; Martin had a feeling it wasn’t unintentional that Melanie, Georgie, and Sasha spent so long away from the house when they went to the store. Jon seemed intent on mulling over whatever thoughts their talk with Elias had put in his head that morning; Martin tried to break him out of with conversation a couple of times, but ultimately he felt like more of an annoyance than a help. He went back to their room and scrolled through social media until his brain couldn’t process posts anymore. When everyone came home from the store, he helped put the groceries away, but he couldn’t come up with much to say even when Sasha pulled him aside to ask him how he was. All right was the only thing he managed.
When it got late enough that he realized everyone was not likely to be eating dinner together, he made a sandwich for Jon and brought it to him in the great room. They were alone; he leaned over to set it on the table next to the armchair.
“Hey,” he said, lightly kissing the top of Jon’s head.
“Hm?” Jon looked up, and Martin redirected his attention to the sandwich. “Oh—thank you.”
“Take a bite, while I’m here.”
Jon did as Martin asked, still too distracted by his thoughts to make a fuss. “Did you eat already?”
“No,” Martin shook his head. “I’ll have something later. When I’m hungry.”
Jon gave him a look that Martin now understood well, but he simply squeezed Jon’s shoulder as he turned to leave.
“Wait, Martin—are you—” Jon grabbed his hand before it slid away. “I’m sorry. That I’ve been like this.”
“I get it,” Martin said, as reassuringly as he could. “I know this isn’t easy for you.”
“That isn’t the—” Jon sighed and let Martin’s hand drop, along with his thought. “What are you doing?”
Martin answered the question more generally than he knew Jon had intended it. “Waiting.”
“I think we all are,” Jon said. “But I was actually asking—”
“I know. And I don’t know what I’m doing. I was just going to head back to the bedroom, I guess.”
“All right. I’ll—I’ll be in before too long.”
Martin lay awake for a long time that night, even after Jon had fallen asleep.
***
When he woke in the morning, Jon was propped up on an elbow and looking at him.
“What’s going on?” Martin asked, slightly alarmed, trying to shake off the sleep.
“Nothing,” Jon said.
“Try again.”
“I just meant—nothing new.”
“Oh.” His eyes drifted closed, and he promised himself he wouldn’t let them stay that way very long. He felt Jon’s hand brush his cheek and travel gently up to his hairline; the feeling roused something in him.
“Wait,” he said. “Was I dreaming?” He had the vague impression he had been, although he couldn’t really remember it. He’d been looking for something, maybe. Trying to get somewhere, or find someone. Maybe someone had been lost. It was the kind of dream that made you feel like you hadn’t slept at all, and the more he tried to remember the more disquieted he felt.
“You were,” Jon said.
“But—wait, it wasn’t—”
“No,” Jon shook his head, pulling his hand back. “It was your dream.”
“Oh.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine.” They both knew it wasn’t fine, but there wasn’t anything to be done about it. Martin closed his eyes one more time, but his mind wandered as he felt Jon breathing next to him, and he opened them again sharply. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t thought about this before.
“Jon?”
“Hm?”
“Do you—you need the statements, right? You need to read them?”
“I—more or less.”
“So yes, then.”
Jon nodded reluctantly. “Yes.”
“And? How are you—doing that?”
“I brought a few with me when we left the archives.”
He sat up, prompting Jon to do the same. “I thought you were basically out of statements. I mean, they don’t really go back that far here.”
“There were—well, there were a few I’d just—skimmed before. I’m sure if I give them a proper read—”
“Jon.”
“I’m doing fine.”
“But what about when you’re not?”
Jon didn’t answer him.
“Jon.”
“Stop doing that.”
“Oh come on, you Martin me all the time.”
Silence fell between them again.
“Ok—what if—” Martin had to try several times to give voice to his thought. “If you need it—really need it—could you ask me to give you a—statement?”
To be fair, he hated the idea himself, and the pit he felt in his stomach was firmly reflected in Jon’s reply. “No.”
“Why not? You basically just asked Basira for one. I’ve given you one before. A few, depending on how you count. It—it wasn’t that bad.”
He ignored the part about Basira. “Absolutely not. That was—that was before. I don’t—I don’t even know that you can really give me a statement at this point.”
Jon was still a terrible liar.
“Look it’s—it’s not like I want to do it, ok? I really don’t. I just meant—what if you get really sick?”
“Then I get sick.”
“Jon—”
“It is not an option.”
“Look, I get that you don’t want—but we’re doing this together, and we need to weigh both—”
“No.” Jon slipped to the edge of the bed and was standing before Martin realized he was getting up.
“No what? We’re not doing this together?”
“Not that.” Jon pulled on the pants he’d worn yesterday, and grabbed a fresh shirt from the drawer he’d thrown them in.
“Oh,” Martin said, watching Jon head toward the bedroom door. “Good to know.”
Jon began to open the door, but then closed it. He did not turn to face Martin. “I realize that—” He stopped again.
“Go,” Martin said. He wished he was saying it for Jon—offering Jon time to gather his thoughts—but he knew he wasn’t. He knew was saying it out of hurt. Worse, Jon knew that was why he was saying it; he had to know. Either way, though, he supposed it achieved the same end.
After Jon left, he took a quick shower; Jon was not back when he was done, nor had he expected him to be. He got dressed and headed toward the kitchen. No one was in the hall or in the great room; Jon had probably gone for a walk, and it was just as well. He rummaged through a couple of cabinets and triumphantly emerged with a kettle. It wasn’t even electric, it was the kind that you set on the stove, and that was perfectly all right with Martin. It will boil water properly, he thought.
He had no intention of repeating the previous day; despite how big the house was, he had already started feeling claustrophobic. After his tea was ready, he left through the back door in the great room, walking across the relatively modest back porch to stepping down to the back lawn. Like the side lawn, it was expansive; unlike the side lawn, there were more than a few trees dotting the view. In fact, as Martin walked down and out on a dirt path cut into the lawn, he realized there was what amounted to a pretty legitimate wood behind the house. Not far in there was a small creek—so small that the little bridge passing over it seemed ridiculous and unnecessary—but it was scenic, nonetheless. A wooden bench, upkept with enough frequency that it remained sturdy if not pristine, stood nearby.
I would have liked this, Martin thought, as he sat down on the bench. I would have written poems about this.
Spring was finally in effect. The trees weren’t green yet, but they were starting to sprout small leaves; a few had tiny buds with hints of pink and white protruding from their smaller twigs and branches. It wasn’t exactly warm outside, but it was comfortable as the light shown through the trees in a mottled pattern on the leaf-covered ground. He sipped his tea and watched how the sun hit the water in the little creek. In some parts it shone straight to the bottom, and he could see small rocks and pebbles and silt; in others, it seemed to dance as it reflected off the top of the water.
It helped, to sit and breathe. After a while, he started to notice birds chirping in the trees, and the sounds of small animals—probably squirrels—rustling in the leaves. It reminded him how when he and Jon had come here, the first sign that they were really somewhere, that there were things that mattered here, had been the sound of birds chirping.
He was glad they were here, he realized. He was glad they were here because they were alive—or more accurately, because Jon was alive, and Martin was with him. They were together. That was what Jon had given him when he’d told him how to end it, and despite himself and everything they had brought with them, he was still grateful for it. He couldn’t help it. He didn’t let himself think about it much further than that; he had a feeling there would be plenty of time for that when they all finally started talking. He could decide then what he’d be willing to do again, what he regretted. There would be plenty of time for regrets. It’s not like having a plan had really helped before. Jon had done what he had done; likewise, Martin had done what he had done.
At least now they knew what mattered to them.
He wasn’t sure if he dozed off or just got lost in his thoughts and the woods, but when he finally checked his phone he was taken back by how late it was. He’d come out mid-morning, and it was already mid-afternoon. He hadn’t meant to stay away for that long—what if Jon was—well, no, Jon could pretty much figure out where he was, and he supposed technically any of the rest of them could message him, but it just didn’t sit well with him that he’d stayed out there for so long.
When he got back in, he found Jon alone, on the sofa in front of the fireplace; like the day before, it seemed no one was particularly eager to tackle the big conversations yet. Martin was glad, for several reasons.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hey.”
“Mind if I join you?”
“If you’d like,” Jon answered, not looking at Martin.
Martin took him at his word and sat down next to him. The sofa was wider than he was used to, and he felt like he was just a little bit too far away; he moved closer to Jon, and awkwardly ended up straddling two cushions.
“I didn’t mean to push so hard this morning,” he said. “I’m not saying it’s settled, but—”
“Wait,” Jon said. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“No, I mean wait. I’ve been thinking of the words to explain.”
“You don’t have to.”
“Martin—”
“Ok. I’m listening. Take your time. Just didn’t want to push again.”
“I—” Jon paused. “It’s difficult.”
Martin started to tell him it was ok, but changed his mind. Instead, he reached for Jon’s hand. Jon looked down as he did, watched their fingers intertwine, and seemed to find the words—some words, anyway.
“I—like—the statements. Or I don’t, actually, but—I do. Does that—do you understand?”
“Not totally,” Martin said honestly. “But I guess I really can’t. I’ve seen how they affect you, though. I know they help. I know you feel better after you read them. You—like feeling people’s fear. But I mean, I know you don’t, too.”
“Do you know how I felt after we spoke with Elias yesterday?”
“I—you seemed upset.”
“I was. What he was saying was terrible, and wrong. But also there was that part of me that felt—it felt—”
Martin hadn’t realized that. “Jon—you don’t have to say. Please. I—I get it.” It’s not your fault, he wanted to add, but he stopped himself.
Jon nodded and cleared his throat. “I never want to feel—I never want to feel that because of you. And if I don’t—if we don’t—I can still tell myself I wouldn’t. I can tell myself that it’s not so bad. That I’m not so bad. That I can still be—”
Jon’s next words caught, and Martin automatically wrapped his arms around him, the gesture made clumsy by the empty mug he was still holding. “It’s—it’s all right. You still—you heard him, you know—ok, this isn’t about that, really, but—I’m sorry. This isn’t helping. Let me—” Flustered, he somehow managed to set his mug down on the coffee table without entirely letting go; he turned his head to kiss Jon’s mouth, then kissed him again.
“I’m all right,” Jon said. He did not look all right to Martin.
“If I—if I got you some tea, would that—would you like it?”
“I—yes.”
Martin stood up, grabbed his mug to bring back to the kitchen, and then bent down to kiss Jon one more time. “Wait, did you—were you done? I don’t want to—”
“Martin, tea. Please.”
“Ok. All right.” The coffee machine that didn’t really boil water would have to do; in his heart, Martin knew Jon couldn’t really tell the difference anyway. It was the fastest cup of tea he’d made in a while. The supply of coffee cups that had been on the counter had dwindled, and Martin simply rinsed out the one he’d used rather than go searching for a clean one. It wasn’t like that had never happened at home.
As he walked back through the breakfast room, he heard a voice that wasn’t Jon’s, and based on volume alone he was pretty sure they weren’t happy. Just before he turned the corner, he realized who it was.
“—and here’s Martin with the tea,” Tim said. “Are you all on holiday? Having a nice time out in the country? Where is everyone?”
“Tim?” Sasha, who must have been in her room, had also heard Tim and spared Martin from having to answer him. “You didn’t tell me you were coming out today. I could have warned everyone.”
“What is going on? I thought you’d be at least halfway to figuring this out by now, and here everyone’s hiding. What are you all even doing?”
“Coping, Tim. Adjusting to the situation. Which is exactly what you’ve been doing, if you don’t mind me pointing it out. Welcome, by the way.”
Tim took a deep breath, looking as if he were going to resume at full rant volume, but then let it out again. “Ok, fine. That’s fair. But I’m here now. Get everyone. Come on.”
“Tim—”
“Look, is there a reason not to?”
Sasha sighed. “Fine. Hold on. I’ll go get Melanie and Georgie.”
Tim dropped the oversize bag he was carrying right where he was, and walked back in the direction of Elias’s room. “You two—stay.”
“Where would—” Martin was pretty sure Tim wasn’t listening, since he was already shouting Elias’s name in the hallway. He turned to Jon and pressed the mug into his hands. “Here. Sorry, I was hoping—”
“It’s all right. This is—this is good.”
Within a couple of minutes, everyone had converged on the great room. They stood, ignoring the awkward furniture. Georgie and Melanie stood back from the group a little way, Georgie’s arm over Melanie’s shoulder; Elias, in a t-shirt and a pair of gym shorts, seemed much more relaxed than the last time Martin had seen him.
“All right, Tim. We’re all here.” Sasha crossed her arms and implied she was waiting for Tim to speak.
“Well—don’t look at me. What are we doing about this?” He turned to Jon and Martin.
“Tim.” Sasha’s voice was stern, but Martin realized Georgie and Melanie had also turned to look at them.
“Oh, come on. Don’t act like the rest of you don’t feel the same way. At least I’m being honest about it.”
Sasha snorted. “I don’t feel that way, Tim. I think I can honestly say—”
“Sasha,” Melanie interrupted. “Tim has a point.”
Sasha closed her mouth as she turned to face Melanie; Martin instinctively took a half step closer to Jon.
“I’m just saying—they brought this here. We didn’t have anything to do with it. And if they aren’t fixing it—”
“What Melanie is saying,” Georgie said, with a quick look at Melanie before she turned back to Jon, “is that the two of you are the most familiar with—this. And if you don’t have any suggestions to stop them—it’s not likely that the rest of us are going to come up with something on our own.”
Melanie frowned. “That’s not exactly what I was—”
“Melanie, please.” Georgie squeezed her arm, and Melanie stopped, although she didn’t look happy about it. “Jon, is there—is there a point to this?”
Jon took a breath before he answered. “I’m—I’m not sure there is.”
“A point?” Tim broke into the conversation again. “You all want a point? Ok, here it is. I just went to go visit my brother. I had every intention of telling him about this, right after I figured out how, and—you know what? I didn’t. I didn’t figure out how. And I’m not going to. I’m never going to tell him about this. We’re going to fix it. You want a point? Danny’s the point. And—and Sasha’s the point.”
Sasha face softened slightly as Tim gestured toward her. “Tim—”
“Jon, Martin’s the point. Surely you understand that.”
Martin started to protest. “Tim, you’re missing the—”
“I’m not missing anything. You are. You’ve given up. Both of you have given up. And at some level, I can understand that. You got beaten, really badly, and I’m sure it hurts. But I can’t give up. I am not going to give up as long as I have Danny—as long as we have Sasha. I understand that you’ve been through this, and maybe you want to be done. But we’re here too, and we haven’t had a chance. And I hate it, but Georgie’s right, we can’t do this without you. For better or worse, Jon is the only one with any real power in this situation. You can’t just sit back. Give us our chance.”
Martin did everything but literally jump in front of Jon. “Hey. No one is sitting back and—”
“Martin,” Jon said quietly, touching his arm.
Unable to silence himself, Martin turned to Jon instead. “He has no idea—”
“They deserve to feel like they’ve had a chance.”
Martin had more to say, much more—but he wasn’t prepared to say it in front of everyone. Tim seemed momentarily surprised, but quickly recovered. “Thank you.”
“Where do we start then?” Georgie asked.
“I have a proposal,” Sasha said. “I don’t know about the rest of you, but I could use an actual meal. So—I’ll go start putting something together, and maybe we can have an early dinner after everyone takes a break.”
Georgie nodded. “What are you going to make?”
“I—” Sasha sighed. “I have no idea.”
“That’s what I thought,” Georgie said. “I’ll help. Melanie, want to come sit in the kitchen?”
Melanie looked pained. “I—I guess?”
As the three of them headed in that direction, Elias, who had really only watched everyone else talk, started back toward his room.
“Nope,” said Tim, grabbing his arm in both hands and redirecting him. “We are headed outside for some fresh air.”
Elias shrugged. “You know, I don’t really remember my mother, but I imagine you—”
“Funny, boss,” Tim said. “Move it.”
Martin thought this was extremely strange, until the two of them passed by him. Martin wrinkled his nose after they were gone.
“That smell—was that—”
“Yes,” said Jon.
“Everyone always has to tell me, I can never—never mind. Jon, what—what was that?”
“Um—weed? I though that’s what—”
“No. Back there. I know you don’t think we can stop the fears.”
“Oh. I don’t.”
“So then why—”
“What Tim was asking isn’t unreasonable. I wanted a chance—even if all I learned from it was that there never was one. Of course they want theirs.”
“And ok, I’m glad you’re considering them. I mean, I kind of asked you to. I just don’t like—I don’t want that pressure on you.”
“Hm.”
“What?”
“You mean you don’t want them pushing me, because you’re afraid of how that will end.”
“It’s—” Martin swallowed. “It’s both, all right?”
Jon was quiet for a moment, then moved toward the couch. “Sit with me?”
“Yeah,” Martin said. “Yeah.”
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They moved the chairs and the couch out of the way and spread out on the floor. Martin had to admit it was a better use of the space. Now that some of the tension in the group had been so forcefully broken, there was again a sort of comfort in the conversation, in the company, at least at first. It didn’t feel so empty and dark.
“So… I was thinking about where to start,” Sasha said, after everyone was settled. “And maybe—we should start with the options you talked about before—in that other place—for what to do. Talk about them together, so there’s no misunderstandings.”
“Ok, but it’s important to keep in mind that—that was different,” Jon said.
“How?”
“There was—there was an apocalypse.”
“What about before the apocalypse?” Georgie asked. “Did you ever think about destroying the entities then? Getting rid of them or whatever?”
“No. Not really.”
“That’s weird, honestly,” Melanie said. “I would think that would be the first thing you’d consider. Why not?”
“A lot of reasons, I suppose.” Jon considered. “Mostly, they were just the way it was. We were much more worried about the people and the—things they acted through. And once we really understood, we were simply trying to avoid an apocalypse.”
“Think about a bad storm,” Martin added. “You don’t stop the weather. You just try to make sure there aren’t any trees that are going to fall on your house.”
Jon turned to look at him.
“What?”
“That—that’s a good metaphor, actually.”
“Why does that always surprise you?”
“I—”
“So,” Melanie said, “one option is to deal with it and just try to avoid the worst.”
“Yeah,” said Martin.
“No,” said Tim. “Danny, Sasha, Elias—all of that—that all happened before the apocalypse.”
“And you,” Jon added, but Tim did not acknowledge it.
“But they didn’t know about the—entities,” Sasha pointed out. “We do. That could change things.”
“But some people knew about them. Jonah Magnus knew about them,” Tim said. “I don’t think knowing about them is points in favor of dealing with it.”
Georgie spoke up again. “Jon, you also said you tried to avoid the apocalypse—objectively the worst part, if we’re trying to avoid the worst—and well, obviously it happened. So what about that? Could it be avoided this time?”
“I don’t know.”
“What do you think, though?”
“My belief is—no. No, I don’t believe it can be avoided.”
“But it could take a long time,” Martin said. “And people might—might figure something out that we don’t know now.”
“So you do think it could be avoided?” Georgie asked Martin.
“I, um—” he glanced at Jon, whose face did not change. “Maybe.”
“All right,” Sasha said, redirecting the conversation. “So option one, live with it and try for the best.”
“No,” Tim shook his head.
At least Tim and Jon can agree on that, Martin thought.
“It’s an option,” said Sasha. “We’re just laying out options. So after the apocalypse—that’s when you thought about destroying the fears themselves.”
“Destroying them?” Jon said. “No, not really. I don’t think that was ever a possibility.”
“Then—what?”
“There were, in essence, two options. Open the door to the other dimensions, let them go—or don’t.”
“We’ll come back the first one. If you hadn’t let them out—then what?”
“Then Jon became god,” Tim interjected.
“That isn’t fair,” Martin responded. “What you have to understand is—”
“Wait, I have been wondering about that,” Melanie said. “How exactly would that have worked?”
Jon replied before Martin could continue. “Well—first, to be clear, there was another choice. We could have let things go on. Just let the apocalypse continue as it was. That—seemed bad.”
“Ok.”
“Otherwise, I—we—could kill Jonah.” Martin’s stomach twisted in a way he hadn’t anticipated, and he set down his fork. “The Eye would then choose me as a replacement.”
“Because Jonah was in charge before that?” Melanie asked.
“In charge? No.” Martin thought he could hear a slight scoff in Jon’s voice, although he could have been imagining it. “It was never his place.”
“But it would have been yours?”
“Yes. More so, anyway. I—I couldn’t stop it, but I could have—changed it. Redirected the suffering.”
“So you would have actually been in charge of—torturing people. Choosing which people to torture?” Georgie frowned. “Forever?”
“Not forever. It would have ended eventually. Death is one of the fears.”
“Well, that’s messed up.” Melanie wiped at her mouth with a napkin. “If you were going to do that, it almost seems like it would have been a kindness to end it faster.”
Martin almost choked.
“Food goes down the other tube, Martin,” Tim said, unaware Martin hadn’t been eating.
“Right. Sorry.”
“Ok,” Sasha said, “so another option you considered was—taking over from Jonah. Making the apocalypse—better, I guess.”
“Is that what you heard?” Tim asked.
“In any case, that’s not something we need to consider,” said Sasha. “There’s no apocalypse.”
Martin’s chest tightened.
“So the last option—also after the apocalypse—was to let them out.”
“Right,” Jon said quietly.
“And ultimately, that’s what you chose.”
“Yes.”
“No,” Martin said. “It’s what the rest of us chose.”
“In the end, I chose it too.”
Silence fell over the group; Martin realized they were waiting for one of them to say more. He willed the tightness in his chest to dissipate.
“So the thing about that is—we didn’t really know. At the time, we’d only just learned there were other dimensions. And we still had no idea—what was in them. Or if there were other entities just like ours already out there, and maybe what we did didn’t matter so much. All we knew for certain was that we could end the apocalypse in our world. This—sending them here—we really didn’t know.”
Next to him, Jon remained silent.
“I’ve been thinking,” said Tim slowly, “and—given the options—if we could send them somewhere else again—that really doesn’t seem like the worst thing.”
“We’re not making any decisions right now, Tim.” Sasha was firm. “We’re just laying out options.”
“And if the options we are laying out are do nothing, Jon becomes god, or we get rid of them—getting rid of them seems reasonable. Why should we be the ones to live with them?”
“For one thing, as Jon said, this is a different situation. For another, we are not done with the options. There—there must be others. We’re just starting with what they considered before.”
“Sasha, that—that’s hopeful,” Melanie said, choosing her words carefully. “But I’m kind of wondering if Tim isn’t right.”
“Melanie.” Georgie sounded slightly reproachful. “Think about that, though. It’s not like they just disappear into the air. They—they go somewhere else. That’s how they got here.”
“But maybe they’d go somewhere—I don’t know, somewhere where they couldn’t really do any harm.”
“No.” Martin felt them all shift their attention to Jon when he spoke, but he continued to stare down at his plate. “They wouldn’t go somewhere next time. They would go everywhere. An infestation of fear, affecting thousands of worlds. I won’t allow that.”
“Now, how do you know that?” Tim asked.
“I just do.”
“Through your creepy monster powers?”
“Yes.”
“Let me guess which option you want, Jon,” Melanie said.
Martin jerked his head up. “You really don’t get it, do you? I mean, of course you don’t, but—”
“Stop.” Sasha dropped her fork onto her plate with a deliberate clang. “All of you. We’re taking a break. Eat your food.”
Martin looked back down at his plate; his whole body was tense. He felt Jon touch his arm.
“Eat,” Jon said softly. “Come on.” He broke off a piece of a roll on his own plate, and chewed and swallowed in demonstration. Something about watching Jon do it helped, and he was able to relax enough to get down a few mouthfuls of the dinner that seemed to have turned to cardboard. He had been hungry when they had sat down.
Ten minutes passed in silence, except for the clinking of forks and glasses; eventually plates were emptied, and Sasha cleared her throat.
“Are we all—ready? Does anyone need a longer break?”
No one answered.
“All right. Then—I want to ask something. To Jon and Martin.”
Martin looked at Sasha and then at Jon.
“Go ahead,” Jon said.
“I think—I know a few of us have been—what actually happened? At the end?”
“Yeah,” said Tim. “I have been wondering about that.”
“Tim—”
“I’m being nice.”
“Good. Stay that way.”
Jon looked at Martin, asking permission with his eyes. Martin steeled himself and nodded.
“We—those of us who had survived—we talked. And it was decided that we would let them go. Martin would kill Jonah, severing the primary link between our world and the fears; Georgie, Melanie, and Basira would blow up the gas main underneath the panopticon, destroying the tower and what remained of the archives. That would release their power, and allow the fears to access the—the gateway to the other dimensions.”
“But it didn’t quite go like that,” Tim stated.
“Correct. I changed my mind.”
“Why?” Tim asked.
“Because I couldn’t live with it. It wasn’t right.” Martin was grateful he left out the part about his nightmares.
“So you snuck up by yourself, stabbed Jonah and—took over.”
“Yes.”
“But then you changed your mind again. Why?”
“I hadn’t accounted for everything. I didn’t realize that they could blow the gas main without my—help. There was—there was—” Jon stopped. “I don’t remember how they did it, honestly.”
Martin could never quite remember that part either. All he remembered was that he had told them to go ahead and do it. “It was my fault.”
“It wasn’t your fault.”
“Ok—just—what happened?”
“I told them to do it,” Martin said, “and then I went up after him. I didn’t think he’d—I thought I could stop him. I thought—I thought we could still leave. But we couldn’t. He couldn’t. He was part of it.”
“So they blew it up, and you lost control?”
“No. I could have kept them there. I could have. I was strong enough. If—” Jon looked at Martin and stopped. “I changed my mind. I let them go.”
Tim ignored the finality of Jon’s tone. “But why? How? And why was there so much blood? You said it was yours. Granted, you also said you didn’t kill anyone and you very much did—”
“He didn’t count,” Jon said disdainfully.
“Agreed, but that—that didn’t all come from Jonah. What happened?”
Jon sat back. “That is between me and Martin.”
“It’s ok,” Martin said. “You can—you can tell them. I just—I have to—I need another break.” He felt dizzy as he stood up; there wasn’t enough air.
“Martin?” Sasha started to get up too. “It’s all right, we don’t have to—”
“It’s fine. You should know why things are like this.”
He meant to go to their bedroom, he really did, but somehow he found himself in the hallway bathroom instead. Tears began to fall as soon as he closed the door; he sat on the toilet, the only real seat available.
“Jesus,” he said out loud to no one, as he wiped at his eyes with his sleeve, willing it to stop. For once he was glad that Jon knew how he felt; Jon would stay, and he would tell them.
You bastard. His own words. He understood now why Jon had done it, but it still hurt. Understanding didn’t undo the past and what he had felt then. The moment he had seen Elias’s body on the ground—the moments afterward as the realization had dawned on him—
You bastard. He still didn’t know how much of Jon had been left then, how much would be left again if it came down to it. Maybe less this time. Maybe none. How long could a person stand up to something like that?
You bastard. In his mind, he felt the pressure of a body giving way at the point of the knife, heard Jon gasp as it entered his chest. He was so tired of feeling it, so tired of hearing it, and it was always there—it was part of him now. He could ignore it sometimes, most of the time, even, but it was always there. It was always just below the surface, just waiting for a moment like this one. He would always know now what it felt like to take the life of a person, the person, who loved him. It was the only thing he had said he wouldn’t do, yet in the end it had been the only thing he could do.
It had just gone so wrong.
He breathed; he tried to breathe. Breathe in a square, he told himself. He didn’t know where he’d learned it—maybe the internet. Probably the internet. He breathed in, held it; breathed out; held it. In, hold; out, hold. Slowly, gradually, he was able to take full breaths. He almost had control again when there was a knock on the door.
“Hang—hang on,” he said. “Sorry, I should have—”
“Martin?” It was Melanie. “Can I—can I come in?”
“Um—”
“Please?”
“It’s unlocked.”
Melanie slipped in and closed the door behind her; she walked slowly to the edge of the tub and sat down. They looked at each other for a long moment.
“I’m so sorry,” she said.
“Don’t be.”
“I just—I didn’t know.”
“We didn’t tell.”
“But I should have known. I mean, not the details, but—of course it had to be terrible. I think maybe I didn’t want to think about it.”
“What do you mean? Think about what?”
“I think—I think it was easier to imagine that you were hiding things because—well, Georgie said Jon wasn’t like that, but—” She shook her head. “When it comes down to it, I just didn’t want to think about how bad it could be, how bad it could get. I wanted to think I’d already seen the worst. I can’t imagine if Georgie—god. I’m just so sorry.”
“Me too.” He went to take another deep breath, but this one hitched at the top.
“Wait—hang on. I’ll be right—just hang on.” Melanie slipped out again, but quickly reappeared, this time with a large ball of black and white fluff in her arms. “I know this might be a bit silly, but—I don’t know. He really helped me after I—I mean, it feels like nothing now, but at the time—”
“It wasn’t nothing. I mean, that’s kind of the thing. It’s all awful.” Martin watched as Melanie set the Admiral down on the bathroom floor. The cat was cautious for a moment; he sniffed at the edge of the tub where Melanie had resumed her seat, then at the cabinet under the sink. Then, with no warning at all, he plunged his face against Martin’s legs, running his whole body along them before turning around and doing it again.
Somehow, Martin smiled.
“See?”
“Yeah.” He reached out a hand, and the Admiral sniffed it before he began to rub his face against it furiously. “Is he—is he purring?”
“Yeah. He’s weird,” Melanie said. “It’s pretty great. I didn’t think I was a cat person before I moved in with Georgie, but—he’s changed my mind.”
“I can see that.” He dangled his fingers above the Admiral’s face, who swatted at them with a soft paw. “Is Jon—ok?”
“Oh, yeah. He’s fine. He had a moment, but—he was talking to Georgie when I came to look for you.”
“Good.” He pulled his hand back, and the Admiral quickly switched his attention to something in the corner of the room that Martin couldn’t see. “Listen—are they still—do you think I need to go back out?”
“Oh—no. Not if you don’t want to. I mean, they’re still talking, but I think everyone’s had enough of the serious issues for tonight. Even Tim.”
“I think—I think I might go to bed early. Do you mind excusing me to everyone?”
“Not at all,” Melanie said, gathering up the Admiral; he protested with a small squeak. “I think they’ll all understand.”
“Thanks, Melanie. Sorry for the trouble.”
“No trouble.” She opened the door, and they both stepped out into the hallway. “Goodnight, Martin.”
“Goodnight.”
He took one more deep breath, and headed back to their room. He was very, very tired.
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Sooo the point is to make a simself (yup, that sim up there is me) and put your traits, things you like and whatever you wanna share. You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to!
After the keep reading thingy are +100 questions I found that you can answer if you want, but you don’t have to (it’s tiring as hell)
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1. What is your full name? L
2. What is your nickname? Lizer, Lizard, Turtle. Idk why.
3. Birthday? August 13th.
4. What is your favorite book series? Harry Potter series.
5. Do you believe in aliens or ghosts? Both ._.
6. Who is your favorite author? Richard Matheson, the original master of horror stories.
7. What is your favorite radio station? Oldies station
8. What is your favorite flavor of anything? Vanilla and/or birthday cake stuff.
9. What word would you use often to describe something great or wonderful? That’s awesome. I’m a 90′s kid I still use those words dude.
10. What is your current favorite song? I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME - Do It All The Time
11. What is your favorite word? Mhm. I mean it’s not really a word but there you go.
12. What was the last song you listened to? Blind Deaf & Dumb
13. What TV show would you recommend for everybody to watch? The Office.
14. What is your favorite movie to watch when you’re feeling down? Anything from Disney.
15. Do you play video games? Yep
16. What is your biggest fear? Water. (Like the ocean, lakes, or rivers)
17. What is your best quality, in your opinion? my good manners
18. What is your worst quality, in your opinion? my social anxiety.
19. Do you like cats or dogs better? Both! I refuse to answer just one.
20. What is your favorite season? Autumn <3
21. Are you in a relationship? Yup.
22. What is something you miss from your childhood? How easy life was back then.
23. Who is your best friend? @xanezephyr
24. What is your eye color? Dark brown
25. What is your hair color? Black
26. Who is someone you love? My furry babies (My dogs and cat)
27. Who is someone you trust? My mother.
28. Who is someone you think about often? My childhood friend Cyndy.
29. Are you currently excited about/for something? Getting a new computer upgrade so that’s pretty sweet!
30. What is your biggest obsession? Food.
31. What was your favorite TV show as a child? Mighty Morphin Power Rangers
32. Who of the opposite gender can you tell anything to, if anyone? My nephew Aaron.
33. Are you superstitious? Hell yes I am.
34. Do you have any unusual phobias? Water like I stated before. Aquaphobia? I’m too lazy to look up the actual name.
35. Do you prefer to be in front of the camera or behind it? Controlling the camera.
36. What is your favorite hobby? Sims.
37. What was the last book you read? Gone Girl
38. What was the last movie you watched? Bohemian Rhapsody.
39. What musical instruments do you play, if any? Piano
40. What is your favorite animal? I love all animals, can’t discriminate.
41. What are your top 5 favorite Tumblr blogs that you follow? @deathseeksyou @teanmoon @fuchsiateasims @tekri @mizushiba
42. What superpower do you wish you had? invisibility
43. When and where do you feel most at peace? In the forest, or anywhere green and naturey
44. What makes you smile? My fur babies
45. What sports do you play, if any? Hah no
46. What is your favorite drink? Green tea
47. When was the last time you wrote a hand-written letter or note to somebody? It’s been years I can’t even remember now
48. Are you afraid of heights? yes
49. What is your biggest pet peeve? Spitting. It’s so gross to hear people spitting.
50. Have you ever been to a concert? Yup
51. Are you vegan/vegetarian? I’ve tried both and they just weren’t for me.
52. When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up? Rock star
53. What fictional world would you like to live in? The Wizarding World.
54. What is something you worry about? Yeah I worry about everything
55. Are you scared of the dark? sometimes
56. Do you like to sing? Not as much as I use to
57. Have you ever skipped school? I use to skip certain classes back in high school and would go over to my friends house that lived a few blocks away from the school and just sleep until school was over.
58. What is your favorite place on the planet? Home
59. Where would you like to live? Up in the cold mountains, or in a green lush forest.
60. Do you have any pets? I have 4 dogs and one cat.
61. Are you more of an early bird or a night owl? Early.
62. Do you like sunrises or sunsets better? Sunsets.
63. Do you know how to drive? Yup
64. Do you prefer earbuds or headphones? headphones
65. Have you ever had braces? Oh yeah
66. What is your favorite genre of music? Rock, Alternative, Oldies, Electronica, Classical. I listen to everything.
67. Who is your hero? Don’t really have one but I do adore Freddie Mercury.
68. Do you read comic books? yes, especially mangas
69. What makes you the most angry? Rude people
70. Do you prefer to read on an electronic device or with a real book? real book please
71. What is your favorite subject in school? history!
72. Do you have any siblings? I have a sister >_>
73. What was the last thing you bought? dog treats
74. How tall are you? 5′8
75. Can you cook? Kind of, depends.
76. What are three things that you love? My family, my animals, and food.
77. What are three things that you hate? social situations, hypocrites, and being broke.
78. Do you have more female friends or more male friends? Female
79. What is your sexual orientation? Pan baby.
80. Where do you currently live? California
81. Who was the last person you texted? Mario
82. When was the last time you cried? Not too long ago. Just shit going on with my dad.
83. Who is your favorite YouTuber? I don’t like a specific YouTuber but my favorite channel is Lutch Green. I like those spooky crime docs.
84. Do you like to take selfies? Nah
85. What is your favorite app? Tumblr
86. What is your relationship with your parent(s) like? Good.
87. What is your favorite foreign accent? British accents are so nice.
88. What is a place that you’ve never been to, but you want to visit? Japan
89. What is your favorite number? 13
90. Can you juggle? I don’t want to brag but yeah *cool glasses emoji* lol
91. Are you religious? I’m spiritual.
92. Do you find outer space of the deep ocean to be more interesting? Both. Though deep ocean sounds terrifying.
93. Do you consider yourself to be a daredevil? Nope
94. Are you allergic to anything? Cat dander
95. Can you curl your tongue? yeah
96. Can you wiggle your ears? no
97. How often do you admit that you were wrong about something? I’ll admit it most of the time.
98. Do you prefer the forest or the beach? forest
99. What is your favorite piece of advice that anyone has ever given you? Expect the worst but hope for the best.
100. Are you a good liar? Probably?
101. What is your Hogwarts House? Slytherin, hence my user name.
102. Do you talk to yourself? yes
103. Are you an introvert or an extrovert? introvert
104. Do you keep a journal/diary? yeah
105. Do you believe in second chances? Depends
106. If you found a wallet full of money on the ground, what would you do? Turn it in.
107. Do you believe that people are capable of change? I’ve never seen it in person but who knows.
108. Are you ticklish? oh yeah
109. Have you ever been on a plane? yes
110. Do you have any piercings? My ears. I use to have my nose and brow pierced but you know my boss was being a bitch.
111. What fictional character do you wish was real? Dracula.
112. Do you have any tattoos? Yes I have 2.
113. What is the best decision that you’ve made in your life so far? Moving to a new town.
114. Do you believe in karma? yeah, it’s always instant for me -_-
115. Do you wear glasses or contacts? Glasses, I can’t afford contacts.
116. Do you want children? idk
117. Who is the smartest person you know? My friend PK, she’s got a Masters in Psychology.
118. What is your most embarrassing memory? I have so many, and they mostly involve me falling somewhere in public.
119. Have you ever pulled an all-nighter? Almost, I was like 2 hours shy.
120. What color are most of you clothes? black
121. Do you like adventures? sure
122. Have you ever been on TV? I have but like as a walking background extra on some cop show in LA.
123. How old are you? I’m a grown ass adult.
124. What is your favorite movie quote?
125. Do you prefer sweet or savory foods? savory
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a mountain in colorado (part 3 of 3)
part one, part two
post ghouli au. jackson van de kamp, emily sim, samantha mulder, melissa scully. part of my series that i write as i rewatch the x files.
Summary: While Jackson Van de Kamp is on the run, he encounters a series of assumed-dead relatives he didn’t know he had.
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So this is what Jackson does now. He lives among these inexplicable long-lost relatives, and he tries not to question it. They aren't new parents, he tells himself. They definitely aren't that. And the other parts, the extended members of his family have basically rejected him, and he won't dare try again after what happened with his grandmother. So it must be okay. He's safe here, and his parents can't resent him for being safe, can they? And he still hasn't called Samantha or Melissa Aunt.
It's in the little shit. Samantha kind of gives him warning looks when he goes for the booze, so he holds back, but they watch Netflix on the couch a lot of nights. They like the same old sitcoms that never touch the areas that they don't want to hear about, tests and hospitals and dead parents. Samantha plays basketball, it turns out, and they play one on one on the blacktop sometimes because what the hell else is he going to do. (The first time they play, she beats him by a wide margin. He taunts, “You're pretty good for a woman in her fifties,” and she looks astonished for a second before making a face and telling him to shut the hell up.) He plays a lot of board games with Melissa and Emily, he and Emily hike the mountains sometimes. He and Emily are the most likely to hang out, goof off and do dumb kid stuff even though she is in her twenties, like the siblinghood they never had. Strange little companionable situations and plenty of isolation seem to make this situation that he's actually willing to stay in.
Emily makes him go with her to get groceries at one point, shows him the tiny-ass town that they are closest to. It's cute, reminds him of his hometown in Wyoming. Nothing like Norfolk.
The clerk at the grocery store recognizes her, and has plenty of questions about who he is. “He's my little brother,” Emily says, tousling his hair as he tries to duck away. (He's actually taller than her, it looks fucking ridiculous for her to do that.) “I thought it was about time he helped me out with the groceries,” she adds smugly, as if he'd been ducking responsibilities all this time instead of literally having only been around two weeks.
“Oh, you two look just alike!” says the clerk, and Jackson wants to call him a liar, but they do look alike, just a little. In the face; their profiles are similar. They both have some freckles, although Emily has more. He sees it, but it makes him uncomfortable, and he can't believe this random fucking stranger sees it. He ducks his head and studiously ignores the guy.
He helps carry the groceries, and Emily makes him drive back to camp, tossing him the keys with the excuse of, “I'm tired.” (He's secretly relieved; his sister drives like a maniac. He probably isn't much better, but riding with Emily feels like an adventure, or something meant for thrill-seekers. Especially with all those mountain curves.) He takes the keys and drives back, trying not to dwell on what the clerk said. But it sticks with him anyway. They look alike. He has a big sister. It's easy to forget sometimes, hut he actually has a sister.
(Emily may be the one family member he doesn't feel guilty about. It feels less wrong to have a sister because he's never had a sister before, she can't be misconstrued as a replacement. Because she was an experiment, too. Because he knew her before his parents died. Because he's always kind of wanted a sister.)
Emily plays music too loud the whole way back to camp and tells him to at least go the speed limit. It's December, and it's probably unreasonable to ride around with all the windows down, but Jackson lets them down anyway.
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It strikes him, sometimes, how far he is from his original goal. He wanted to cross the country, find little ways to forget everything that had happened, maybe send Bri and Sarah a postcard or two. Avoid Scully and Mulder and the facets from that part of his life as much as he could, either for the safety of his birth parents and himself, or out of a need not to betray his parents. Maybe figure out how to save the fucking world, if he can save the fucking world. (Somehow, he seriously doubts it.) But the longer he stays at this abandoned summer camp, the further he feels himself straying away from his plans, his old life. He barely thinks about Bri and Sarah anymore, and considering how that went down, that's probably a good thing. He's done enough to ruin their lives; the best he can do is to stay away. But he doesn't think about his old life in Norfolk much. And he still thinks about his parents, a lot—in his nightmares, in those random guilty moments that hit him at just the right angle to completely gut him, in those moments where he's enjoying himself and he brings up a moment from his past, a funny story or something on pure instinct. And then he remembers: it's not the same. It will never be the same again.
No one ever comments on that, because he knows that all three of the women here can relate to that. It seems to be a different kind of painful for them, especially Emily—she’s brought up a few memories she has of her adoptive parents, although they're less because she was so young, and almost all of them make her cry. Samantha seems the same sort of distanced from her old life as Emily, since it's been over forty years. Sometimes, she'll bring up an argument she had with her brother, or some prank she played, or something like that, but she almost always stops herself whenever Jackson's around, casting those same nervous looks at him that he's more or less gotten used to. He'd rather Samantha treat the subject delicately, he guesses, even though it's beginning to drive him crazy.
Melissa, though. Melissa brings up her family more often. She usually seems happier than Samantha and Emily both when she does, and the stories usually involve her sister whenever Jackson is around. Jackson's birth mother.
He tries his best to ignore it. He really does. Melissa is pretty cool, and she's a good cook (“I used to be a terrible cook, just to piss off my mom,” she tells him once, “but I've been bored out here for almost twenty years, I had to get good at something. I feel like I've betrayed my values, but I couldn't eat Samantha's cooking for another fucking day.”), and she's usually really welcoming to him. She lets him crash on her couch, and doesn't complain when he and Emily stay up too late watching movies and cracking up and making a mess with the popcorn, and doesn't complain when he eats all her food, or when he really does find a weed stash and breaks it out. She's nice. But it gets on his nerves. He doesn't know how to make it clear that he can't be close to Scully, and call her Mom, and give her hugs, like he knows Melissa wants. He's a fuck-up, and he meant it when he said he wished he knew Scully better, but he doesn't know how to do it. When he was a little kid, he would've loved to hear these stories. Now, they just make him mad. Make him think about what could have been.
It all comes to a head, of course. Like it always does.
Jackson comes over to Melissa's house one day looking for Emily, and she tells him that Emily's driven into town for the evening. Somehow, this turns into Melissa and Jackson playing Scrabble alone. He's kind of nervous at the prospect of hanging out with her alone, without Emily as a buffer, but he goes with it because there are cookies in a container on the counter, and he'd feel like the biggest asshole in the world if he said no. (That's how you know they're family, he thinks. Because you're afraid to say no and hurt their feelings.)
He doesn't really care. He's always been pretty good at Scrabble. The first half of the game goes pretty smoothly, with Jackson collecting as many triple word scores as he can, and Melissa telling him stories about her college years that are so ridiculous it makes him crack up. He knew he got his proclivity for troublemaking and getting high from somewhere. “You were pretty badass, back in the day,” he tells her, and she shrugs and says, “What can I say, Dana was always the good one.”
The second half of the game goes downhill from there.
Jackson tries to steer the conversation back into safer waters by trying to interject stories of trouble he and his friends have gotten into, but Melissa can match it with just as many stories about Scully. She used to drag Dana to parties, and Dana was absolutely ridiculous when she got drunk. Dana was a good student, straight A student for all the time she spent in school. Dana used to sneak out every week when she was fourteen and smoke cigarettes, and Melissa still doesn't know how she didn't get caught. Melissa and Dana used to smoke on the roof at Thanksgiving when things would get too awkward with family. Dana was always great at Scrabble, Melissa thinks she used to read the dictionary when she got bored. Dana used to babysit the neighbor's kids, and she was always just great at it, she always loved kids.
That's the proverbial last straw. That's when Jackson can't take it anymore.
“Stop,” he says quietly, poking at a Q tile with the tip of his finger.
“What was that, Jack?” Melissa asks.
“I said stop,” he snaps, standing up so fast that his knee hits the bottom of the table and the Scrabble tiles rattle. Melissa looks surprised, but she doesn't say a word.
“I don't want to hear stories about her,” he says, feeling vicious but not knowing how to stop. “She's not my mom. I have a mom. It's not her.”
Melissa doesn't look hurt, incredibly. She says, “You're right.”
Jackson freezes; he's not used to hearing that. He says, “What?”
“I said you're right,” says Melissa, softly. “I was being selfish. I guess I just… I want you to know her as someone more than… the woman who gave you up.”
She's being so nice about it, so reasonable, and Jackson isn't used to people responding this way to his irrational fucking freak-outs. She's probably been telling these stories for years, to Emily, making promises about a mother she'll never meet. “You haven't seen her in almost twenty years,” he hisses, really vicious this time. “You don't know her anymore.”
And Melissa does look hurt by that, and Jackson feels like the biggest asshole on the planet, but he doesn't know what else to do. He doesn't know what else to do. He turns on his heel and storms out of the room, his heartbeat so loud he can hear it in his ears.
He makes it all the way to his bedroom before he bursts into harsh, angry sobs that he muffles in the collar of his sweatshirt, shivering and shaking and rocking on the hard wooden floor.
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When he was a kid, he used to think whatever controlled his powers was like another person. Someone who picked what he could do, or what it was he saw whenever he saw clairvoyant shit. He hardly thinks that's the case anymore, but if it is, he'd like to formally tell this outside power to go fuck itself.
He falls asleep on the floor and right into a dream about the absolute last subject he'd want to see right now. He'd love to see, like, something with his parents in it. Some good memory to hold onto. But it's Ginger, and she looks younger than she is now (but definitely older than she was in those visions he got of Melissa's faked death), and it looks like she's giving birth. She's in a dark room on some rickety bed, definitely not a hospital. She's surrounded by people, unfamiliar people who Jackson can immediately tell are not friendly, and a dark-haired woman is bent over her, encouraging her, soothing her. She cries out with the pain of the labor, and Jackson can feel her desperation, her fear. She pleads, “This is my baby! Please don't let them take it!” and Jackson wants to cry out himself. Wants to say, I'm not yours, but he was. Wants to ask, Why did you let me go if I was yours? Why did you let them take me if you didn't want them to? He wants to cry. He can hear the tears in her voice.
The woman is telling Scully to push, and she howls with the effort of it, and Jackson wants to look away but he can't. Ginger shouts with pain and distress, fear, tears wet on her face, and suddenly, new cries fill the room. His cries, tiny and angry and shrill, and Ginger laughs in gaspy panic when she hears it, tears welling in her eyes. Jackson fills another emotion filling him, thick and fierce and unmistakable, one he always wanted his birth mom to feel for him, one he now desperately wants to ignore.
He used to be upset that he didn't have any pictures from the day he was born. He used to wish his mom was his birth mom and his real mom.
“It's a boy!” the dark-haired woman says cheerfully, holding up the baby—him.
“Lemme see him,” Dana says, slurring her words, reaching out almost blindly. “I wanna see him… Give me my baby, Monica.”
The woman is focused on cutting the cord, tending to him, making sure he is alright. Jackson can feel the eyes of the cultists or whatever on them, trying to make a decision. The baby version of him wails and wails. “Give him to me!” Scully shouts, fierce and nearly feral with protectiveness.
The woman hunches over him protectively as she moves around the bed, lays him on his mother's chest. She bursts into sobs at the contact, covering him with her hands, one on his back and the other cupping his head. The two of them cry together, and she puts her head down by his and whispers something that should probably be indecipherable in the chaos of the room. But Jackson hears it. He hears every word.
She says, “It's okay. It's going to be okay, baby. I've got you. I've got you. I love you so much.”
Jackson wakes up on the floor quivering with cold. It's full-on winter, and he's freezing, and his back is killing him. His face is wet again. He presses his hands to his face and rolls over on his stomach. He's shaking, quivering from head to toe.
The truth is that he wasn't lying at that gas station. He wants to know her better. Ginger, Dana Scully, his birth mother. He wants her to want him, to love him. He's wanted it since he was a little kid. But he can't let himself want it, because she gave him up, and his parents are dead, and Jesus Christ, things are supposed to be easier than this.
He's shaking and crying, and he screws his eyes shut, and he can hear her voice again: I've got you. I love you. That's the first thing she ever said to him. And she gave him up. She fucking gave him up. But she said she wanted him. She said she was sorry she didn't get a chance to know him. She said it was the hardest thing she's ever done. He doesn't know what to do.
He's seen her all his life. When he was a kid, when he was scared or sad. He thinks he always knew who she was. He's resented her and he's wondered about her and he's longed to know whether or not she loved him. And now he is here.
He picks himself up off the floor and curls up on the bed, because the floor is fucking awful. He wipes his eyes, his cheeks, and presses his face into his palms. Screws his eyes shut and wishes, just once, to see something happy from his life when he falls asleep.
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Jackson finds cans of beer in Samantha's refrigerator. He takes two and climbs up to the loft tucked under the ceiling. He sits on the floor with the back against the wall and pops one of them open like a soda. The bitter taste reminds him of Norfolk, sea-salt air and gritty dirt on the soles of his shoes. He closes his eyes and pretends that he is home.
He opens them minutes later at the creaking of the ladder. Samantha appears over the edge of the floor a second later, wincing a little as she steps into the loft. “Want some company?” she asks, and he shrugs. She sits beside him against the wall, picking up the other beer and cracking it open.
“That was mine,” Jackson says, not really caring.
“You know, Fox and I used to share a loft like this,” Samantha says in lieu of a response, taking a sip. “At our vacation house in Quonochontaug, Rhode Island.”
Jackson snorts. “Vacation home, huh,” he says. “You guys were rich?”
“Rich with blood money, yeah,” Samantha replies, her voice bitter. “It wasn't exactly an idyllic lifestyle, kid.”
He drains his can with one gulp. He says, “I don't think any of us exactly had an idyllic lifestyle.”
“That's true,” says Samantha.
They sit in silence. Samantha drinks her beer, Jackson picks at his beer label with his fingernails. He's tempted to ask if Melissa and Emily are pissed at him, but he doesn't. Samantha speaks on that subject first. She says, “Missy and Emily told me what happened…”
“I don't get it,” Jackson says before she can finish. Rips the blue label all the way off and chucks the can at the wall. It makes a loud clanking sound as it hits the floor, lying dormant. “You guys have been hiding out here for years because it'd be too dangerous for your families if you told them you were alive. Melissa told me she's wanted to go home, but she couldn't. So… how come I can leave? How come you said I could leave at any time?”
She seems nearly stunned by silence before answering. Nearly confused. “You're… different, Jackson,” she says uncertainly. “We're not going to force you to stay…”
“But it's totally okay for me to go find Mulder and Scully, for some reason,” he snaps, knocking his foot against the floor. “That's totally fine. No fucking problem.”
“I've never…”
“Yeah, and why haven't you ever? Why aren't you just begging me to run home to my mommy and daddy, and give them a big old hug, and make your long lost brother so happy?”
“Because I can't even take that advice,” Samantha snaps, and it's enough to shut him the hell up. His shoulders hit the wall hard in defeat.
Samantha sighs, pressing her hands over her eyes. “I've been here since 1997, Jackson. Twenty years. In that time, my mom has died, I learned that my dad was dead, and a series of absolute horrible things have happened to my brother. And I didn't go home after any of those times, even after my mother died—who I was a lot closer to than my father, and who I resented a lot less, since she didn't technically choose to give me up to these conspirators over my brother like my father did.”
Astonishment washes over Jackson; he had no idea. He probably should've, considering all he's seen, but he really had no idea.
Samantha sighs, gritting her teeth grimly. “Right around the time Mom died, someone apparently fooled Fox into thinking that I died a long time ago, and it just felt… right. It's horrible, but I thought I could… I dunno, give him some peace if he finally thought I was dead. I knew how long he'd been looking.” Her voice cracks, quivering. “I… I thought maybe it was the right thing to do. I thought it'd be better that way.”
Shaken, stunned, Jackson blinks in shock. Thinking about what he saw in that living room forty-some years ago. Those scared fucking kids. “How the hell… how did you know all this?” he stammers.
Samantha rubs at her eyes. “The woman who brought me here kept me informed,” she says thickly.
He nods knowingly, remembering what Melissa told him. “Diana something, right? Melissa told me she brought you both here.”
“She did,” Samantha says softly. “I was the first one. She was working with the Consortium in Europe, and she… she found out where I was being held after an incident in the spring of ‘97.” She rubs at her eyes again, her forehead, as if she's crying. “I left something out before, when I said I hadn't seen Fox since I was twelve. I met him once after that. This guy who was… trying to manipulate him… Something about your mom being sick or something, I don't know… But he wanted me to tell Fox that he was my father, and that I thought our mom was dead, and refuse to see him or go see her. To tell him I had a family of my own. And I… I went along with it because I was scared. At the time, I was thirty-two, and I'd been in those facilities for twenty-four years. I was absolutely terrified. So I went along with it, even though it killed me. I wanted to tell him what was happening, to see if he could help me, but I was so scared about what would happen. So I… I walked right out and right back to the people who’d kept me captive since I was a kid.” She buries her face in her hands again. “Diana Fowley found me after that,” she says into her hands.
Jackson's mouth is hanging open a little bit. “Who… who is Diana Fowley?”
“She said she was Fox's ex-boyfriend. I guess she was working against him, too, and she felt guilty for what she was doing to him.” She grimaces with disgust. “I was supposed to be moved to another facility after I met with Fox, and she intercepted it. Got me out, brought me here. She told me it was because she owed my brother, and that he'd been looking for me as long as she knew him. And she told me I couldn't have any contact with him. Not with him, or my mom, or anyone from my old life. She said it was too dangerous. She said that we'd all die if I did.”
“And that's… that's why you never wanted to go back,” Jackson says softly.
Samantha shrugs, sniffling just a little. “It spooked me. That night I saw my brother was overwhelming. He was so… so relieved to see me. And I wanted to go with him, see my mom, tell him what they'd done to me and see if he could get me out… But it was hard. I had no idea how to respond. And I… I think I've been scared all this time about what would happen if I went home.”
“What happened, though?” Jackson asks, because that's the question he really wants answered. How did they get here, what happened to his birth parents, how does Samantha know all of this. “You clearly have some idea of what happened to your brother… And you know who my birth mom is, because of Melissa… So what happened?”
She shrugs. “Diana kept in touch. She kept me informed, kept visiting. I wanted to know that my family was okay, after she scared me so bad… And then she brought Melissa here a couple years later. Missy knew Fox, at least a little, and told me about his partnership with your mom… Diana kept us both informed for a really long time. She was watching your parents, although they thought she was dead, and Missy and I both wanted to know that our families were okay, so that was our agreement. She told us when Fox thought I was dead, and she told us when Fox was abducted, and she told us when, uh…” She takes a sharp breath. “... when Fox was presumed dead. And then when they figured out he was alive. And she told us when they had you.”
Jackson can suddenly see the dream he had last night: his birth mother crying out in pain, demanding to see him. How protective she was. He can't quite put together the chain of events, but Jesus Christ, it makes sense that she was so panicked. There'd been a point where it was assumed that his birth father was dead?
“Diana cut off contact in 2002, right around the same time your parents went on the run,” Samantha says, sounding a little more composed now. She sniffs again, runs a finger tip under her eye.
“After they gave me up for adoption,” says Jackson, feeling like the air has been knocked out of him. This is all harder to hear than he ever would've imagined.
Samantha turns towards him, her eyes soft. “Yeah,” she says softly. “After that.”
He swallows, his head hitting the wall gently. “Melissa said you got a new contact then,” he mumbles. “That you thought about contacting my parents after they went on the run.”
“We did,” Samantha says roughly. “But I thought it might be just as dangerous as contacting them when they were on the grid. I… I zeroed in my focus on making this place somewhere where people could hide out. I looked for kids that had been in the situation I grew up in, and that's how I found Emily. And I tried to keep an eye on you, make sure you were safe.” She sighs, finger-combing hair away from her face, thumbing a tear away. “And here we are. I never tried to contact my brother. And now it seems more or less useless, after all these years of hiding, never telling him I was alive… I can't tell you to go home, Jackson. I won't put pressure on you, for one, because I know you don't know your birth parents. Missy knows that, too; I think she just wanted you to know that her sister didn't give you up because she didn't want you. But I can't tell you to go and find my brother because I won't go find him either.”
She goes quiet next to him, fingers knotted in her lap. The beer can is sideways on the floor, puddle at the opening. Jackson sighs, staring out of the huge window across from them. His mouth tastes bitter, his stomach sore. “Samantha, I'm starting to think your family is cursed or something,” he says finally, because that feels like the most appropriate thing to say right now. The situation was well and fucked before he ever came on the scene.
Samantha laughs. “Oh, kid,” she says exhaustedly. “I've known that for years.”
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Jackson steals three cans of soda and makes two sandwiches, and hikes up into the hills to the waterfall. He's hoping for some time alone, some introspective shit, but he finds Emily there, her hair tossed back in a messy braid, her shoes gathered by the bank and her bare feet dangling in the water. She offers him a small smile when he sits down beside her. “Hey, Jack.”
“Hey, Em.” He peels off his own shoes and kicks at the water. Places like this make him miss the ocean. They sit in silence, watching the river.
“Is Melissa pissed?” he asks finally, head tipped up towards the sun.
Emily shakes her head. “She's not pissed. You could stand to work on your tact… but she's not pissed.”
Jackson nods. He's known about the tact thing for years. “Has she… done that to you?” he adds, wriggling his toes in the river mud. “Told you stories about Scully? How great she is? How much she… loves kids or whatever?”
“Sure she has,” Emily says. “Dana is her sister, and Missy really misses her. She told me a lot of stories about her mom and brothers too.” She shrugs. “The difference is that I wanted to hear them.”
He isn't surprised. Emily was cheated out of something that he grew up with: two parents who loved him and cared for him. She spent years being experimented on; she was so eager for someone to save her that she cried in that hospital when Samantha and Melissa showed up. He remembers her hugging them like she knew them. But still, he says, “Didn't that make you sad?”
“It did,” says Emily honestly. “I've had a lot of that kind of pain, Jackson. I used to daydream about what it would be like if my parents had never died when I was three. Or if Dana had gotten to adopt me. Or if they'd never taken me away from her in the first place. Or if Dana had never been abducted and they hadn't made me without her consent. I've considered a lot of stuff like that. I think that… all this time, I've really just wanted a family. Throughout all this. And hearing Missy's stories was the closest I could get. But I do have a family. I have Missy and Samantha.”
“But you always wondered about her,” Jackson supplies. He doesn't need to clarify who she is.
“Of course I did.” She turns to look at him, her eyes bright blue and exactly like Melissa's. Exactly like Ginger's. “Didn't you?”
He doesn't need to answer that. He turns back to the river, the waterfall. The sound of water on water is so loud that everything they say could almost be lost in the noise. But he hears it. He'll remember. He can't lose things that easy.
Finally, he says, “Do you think I should go find them?”
Part of him expects a yes. The rest of him has no fucking idea what to expect. He knows that Emily has been supportive of him doing pretty much whatever he wants. He doesn't know if she'd encourage him to go when she can't.
Emily says, “For years, I've been told by Samantha that I couldn't ever meet my birth mother. That it was too dangerous for me and her both. And for years, I've always thought it would happen one way or another. But now I'm twenty-three years old, and I don't know what the hell to do with myself. I have aunts, and I have a brother, and I'm safe, and I think that's something.” She punches his arm lightly before getting to her feet. “I'm not going to tell you what to do, Jack,” she says, wiping dirty hands on her jeans. “None of us are. But we're here, and we want you to be safe. The rest of it is up to you.”
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Things go back to normal. Or as normal as they can be in a situation like this.
The weather grows colder as Christmas grows closer. It's pretty easy to forget the holiday—the others don't really mention it—and Jackson is more than ready to forget it. He doesn't want any reminders of the loss of his parents. From what Emily's told him, this time of year is equally painful for her, her parents died at Christmastime.
The four of them end up hanging out together a lot. Mostly at Melissa's, but occasionally at Samantha's. Watching movies or playing cards. Jackson has no idea how to cook, but he'll help sometimes with throwing snacks together; Samantha and Emily are pretty good at guilting him into helping. He helps Emily with the grocery shopping, too. Samantha finally gets tired of washing the same jeans, t-shirt, and sweatshirt, and drags him into town to buy some new clothes. There's always coffee, and heat, and he feels fairly safe most of the time. It's something of an idyllic existence, compared to weeks on the road, hungry and dirty and grieving.
One night, Jackson is woken up by the flashing of headlights through his window. His initial reaction is panic; he huddles up against the window, his face against the cold glass, and contemplates how the hell he's going to fight these people off. He's pretty capable of defending himself, as evidenced by what happened at the hospital in Norfolk, but he has no idea what kind of threat this is, no idea what Samantha has set up for protective measures, no idea if Samantha is even awake… But he knows he can't let these people get to them, if they've come to hurt them.
The door to Melissa's cabin opens, he can see it from the window. Melissa comes out the door and walks towards the car, and Jackson takes a sharp, panicked breath, his nose pressing against the window. The glass dogs right up. He did not expect Melissa to be the one to fight people off. Does she know what's happening? Is she prepared to defend herself? Does he have time, the ability, to defend her? He tenses, almost leaning into the window, ready to act. His palms pressed to the cold glass.
A woman gets out of the car and walks towards Melissa, and neither of them seem to react like they're enemies. The woman doesn't look malicious, and Melissa doesn't look scared. But still, Jackson doesn't completely relax until Melissa and the woman are embracing. Until the woman is visible standing in the headlights of the car, and Jackson recognizes her: the woman who helped Scully deliver him. Monica, the informant, he assumes.
He lets his forehead fall against the cold window, scoffs through his teeth. Will these weird goddamn coincidences ever stop.
Melissa and the woman, Monica, are heading towards the house now. Jackson hears the door open outside and scrambles to his feet. He's outside of his room before he can contemplate what the hell he's doing, standing awkwardly in the doorway. Samantha's at the door greeting Monica, saying, “It's good to see you, we were getting a little worried,” and then Melissa scoffs, “A little?” and Jackson's feeling a little awkward, like the way he feels walking into a room full of relatives at holidays without a single thing to talk about. He doesn't know why he came out, and he's getting ready to go back in when they notice him. “Oh, hey, Jack,” Melissa says warmly, and the welcome in her voice makes him instinctively uncomfortable. He feels like he shouldn't be here.
The woman—Monica—turns to him, and a cascade of emotions come over her face. “William, oh my god,” she says, and Jackson tenses immediately. He hasn't been called that since the hospital. “You've really grown up,” she continues thickly.
He remembers her from her dream, handing him to Scully. “Uh, hi,” he says awkwardly.
Monica clears her throat awkwardly, waves it off. “I'm sorry, it's just… I knew you when you were little. I knew your parents.”
Birth parents, Jackson wants to add, but doesn't. “Oh, yeah, I know,” he says, immediately wishing he'd stayed in his room. He waves a hand at the kitchen. “I'm gonna… grab some water.”
“Help yourself,” Samantha says with a small smile.
He pads into the kitchen and grabs a glass, fills it with ice cubes. Closer to the door, he can hear them talking, can hear scraps of words—“Spender…” and “Spartan Virus…” and “When is it coming?” He tries to ignore it. He doesn't want to know. He pours water from the pitcher in the fridge, grabs the pint of ice cream in the freezer just because.
The women are crowded at a table, talking quietly, but they all notice him walking back through. Jackson can tell. Monica and Melissa offer him small smiles. Samantha raises her eyebrows pointedly at the ice cream, which Jackson shrugs off. “It's good to see you again, Jackson,” Monica says, and Jackson notes the use of his real name. “If you have any questions, I'd be glad to answer them for you.”
“Oh—” His shoulders tense up as if protectively. He has questions, and he doesn't want to ask them. “Thank you.”
Monica nods. He nods back, the glass of water chilling one hand and the ice cream chilling another, and keeps going. Part of him wants to hear what they're talking about, but the rest of him wants nothing to do with it.
Just before he enters his room, he hears Melissa say, “So have you told Mulder and Dana—”
He lets the door slam too hard behind him.
---
They're lying on the bed, the three of them. Mulder and Scully and him, as a baby. And they're calling him William. Scully's wearing this robe, and she's cuddled up to Mulder's side, one hand clutching at his t-shirt and the other on the baby's back. He's is lying on Mulder's chest, and Mulder looks dopily happy. The two of them, they look so happy. It's practically a family portrait.
And there he is. The baby photos he never had. You must've been such a cute baby, his mom said earlier before wincing, like she hadn't meant to say it. He always used to wonder. And there he is, white blanket and blue onesie. His eyes are blue. His eyes used to be blue, like Emily's. They used to be blue and now they are brown. He used to look like his sister.
They look so happy. Mulder leans down and kisses the top of Scully's head. She presses her cheek against his shoulder, rubs a hand up and down the baby's back. She whispers, This is all I wanted. She says, When I asked you to be the father… this is what I wanted. She sniffles, buries her head against his t-shirt.
His birth father wraps an arm around his birth mother's shoulders. This is what I wanted, too, he says, and he has tears in his eyes. This is it, he says, and he kisses the top of the baby's head, too.
When Jackson wakes up, he is thinking of his parents. The picture on his grandmother's mantle of the day they adopted him, where he's much bigger than that. They're holding him between them, his dad holding his mom and him and his mom bouncing him on her knee. They both look so happy. That's what he always noticed when he was a kid: Mom and Dad both looked so happy.
They looked the same way Mulder and Scully did in that dream. Exactly the same.
Jackson wants to be upset, hurt, resentful. The way he's felt after all the other dreams. He wants to feel a greater longing for his parents, his real parents. He wants to feel as far away as possible from the little kid who daydreamed about the red-headed woman he saw in visions.
But he can't. He doesn't know how he feels, but it's not resentment, somehow.
He thinks he could feel the love in that scene, everything his birth parents were feeling. He thinks he can feel it now. He thinks they really love him.
---
They have dinner one night, some night close to Christmas. Emily and Jackson cook, and it's close enough to a disaster, but not quite. They're both giggly, which might have something to do with the wine Samantha broke out, and Jackson can't believe how much fun it is. He never expected to have this much fun here.
Towards the end of the meal, Melissa is in the midst of a story about teaching Samantha to drive when she'd first came here, and Emily is cracking up, and Jackson asks the question he's been wondering about for a while. “Okay, I know how you guys got here,” he says, waving his hand with the wine glass in it. “But like… how did you end up here? How did you end up hanging out with the sibling of the person your sibling ended up with? How did that happen?”
Melissa laughs, a little tipsy. Samantha shrugs widely, scraping her fork over her plate. “Coincidences, I guess,” she says, smiling a little.
“Or fate,” Melissa offers, completely serious.
“We have a bounty of coincidences and fate here,” Emily points out. “How we all ended up here, and all end up related to each other. How we all ended up as washed-up Syndicate experiments.”
“I don't think that one was a coincidence, exactly,” Samantha says.
“How we're all orphans,” says Jackson. Not even thinking about it. Another dumbass tidbit from Jackson, the jackass who always puts his foot in his mouth. But it's true, he thinks. It's true. They all know what it's like to lose their parents. He feels a little better, being with people who know what it's like to lose their parents.
Emily nods unsteadily, wrapping an arm around his shoulders in what he thinks is a hug. But Melissa is shaking her head. “I'm not,” she says. “My dad passed… back in ‘94, but my mom is still alive.”
Oh, shit. Shit. Jackson can feel himself wincing, because she didn't know? She didn't know? Goddamnit, he is the biggest fucking idiot.
He doesn't know what kind of face he is making, but it's the wrong one. Melissa goes pale. Emily's eyes shift from his face to hers uncertainly, as she takes her arm away from his shoulder. Samantha looks stricken. “My-my mom…?” Melissa asks, her voice wavering.
“I… I thought you knew,” Jackson says, his voice cracking. He's seen his birth mother's tears, her frantic grief, he's seen the funeral, and he thought that Melissa knew.
Melissa's face crumples. She stumbles to her feet and is rushing out of the room, both hands over her mouth, going so fast that she almost runs into the wall. “Missy!” Emily shouts, and she's running after her, her feet pounding the ground. The front door slams, twice.
Jackson buries his face in his hands, horrified. Nauseous. “I thought she knew,” he chokes out. “I really thought…”
“I know. I know.” Samantha's suddenly beside him, her arm around him like Melissa's was a minute ago. Jackson can't find the strength to shake it off. He's seeing his mom and dad, bloody and limp in the kitchen, hearing his mother's scream, and oh my god. He can't fucking believe he did that.
“I… I never knew, either,” Samantha says, and there's an extraordinary amount of guilt in her voice, regret. “I never knew. If I'd known, I would've…” She takes a rough breath, squeezes Jackson's shoulder and lets go. “Jesus Christ, poor Missy.”
Jackson rubs a hard hand over his mouth, lets it drop to the table. “I'm such a fucking idiot,” he says.
“You didn't know,” Samantha repeats. She shakes her head hard, her jaw clenched. “I would've let her go home if I'd known. I really had no idea.”
Jackson is unable to say anything else. He lets his face drop into his palms. The two of them sit there in a sort of stunned silence, like they don't know what to do next.
---
Samantha comes into his room the next morning. He's lying on the bed, flipping through a book in an effort to clear his mind, when she comes in and says quietly, “Emily wants us to come over.” So he goes.
When they get to Emily and Melissa's, Melissa has a suitcase open in the living room. She's stuffing stuff into it, and she doesn't look up when they come in. “Don't try and talk me out of it, Sam,” she says, her voice hard, her eyes wet. “I'm going home. I'm going to see my sister. I'm going to see my family.”
“I know,” Samantha says, her voice soft. “I'm not going to try to stop you.”
Melissa freezes, a book hanging from her fingers. From the kitchen, Emily says, “You're not?” in a shocked voice.
Samantha shakes her head. “Of course not, Missy,” she says gently. “Of course not.”
Melissa lets the book drop to the floor and turns to them, teary-eyed and gratefully, wobbily smiling. She embraces Samantha hard, her face buried in her shoulder. “Thank you,” she mumbles, and Samantha shakes her head hard, dismissive of her thanks, hugs her back genuinely and tightly.
Jackson's heart is thudding, so hard he can feel it in his ribs. Melissa is going to see Scully, and maybe she will tell her where he is, but he doesn't want to dwell on that. He needs to apologize. He feels almost sick to his stomach. He says, “Melissa… I am so sorry…”
Melissa lets go of Samantha and embraces him next. “Oh, it's okay, Jackson,” she murmurs, her voice thick with grief. “I'm… I'm really glad you told me. I just wish I'd… known sooner.”
Guilt clogs his throat, guilt from this encounter and the last one, and he's doing it before he can consider it: he's wrapping his arms around his aunt and hugging her back.
“Missy?” Emily asks in a small voice, almost childlike. She's approaching tentatively, uncertainly. “Um… can I… would you mind if I…?”
She nods as she lets go of Jackson, wiping at her eyes. “Of course, Em. I was always going to take you with me,” she says, her voice trembling, and Emily smiles in an apprehensive, eager kind of way. And then Melissa turns back to Samantha in a rapid, jerky motion. “You should come, too,” she says, almost insistently.
Samantha's shaking her head already. “Oh, no, Missy, I can't…”
“Yes, you can,” says Emily immediately, reaching out to touch Samantha's shoulder. “Samantha, I know that it's hard for you… to imagine seeing your brother again…”
“I can't do it,” Samantha says, her voice choked. “All these years, I've been alive, let him think I was dead… He's been looking for me for over forty years, and I can't… I can't face him. He's going to hate me.”
“He's not going to hate you,” Melissa says, and she still sounds like she's crying, but her voice is so steady. “I've told you what Dana told me all those years ago, Samantha, about Fox looking for you… You're his little sister, and you're alive. He never thought he'd see you again. He is not going to hate you.” Samantha shakes her head again, stubbornly, and Melissa touches her other shoulder, whispers, “Samantha, I would never hate my little sister. He is not going to hate you. Please come with us.”
Samantha's chin trembles. She shakes her head again, weaker this time. “I… I can't… leave Jackson here alone. What if they…”
“I'll come with you,” Jackson says.
They turn to him in surprise, and he's honestly floored himself. He had no idea that he was going to say that. He can't believe he did. But now that it's out there, he can't take it back. And he almost thinks he doesn't want to.
Emily grins at him, in that same nervous way. Melissa offers him a small, shaky smile, too, but she's focused on Samantha. Jackson inhales, exhales, meets Samantha's eyes as she looks up. “If it's dangerous…” she tries.
“If it's dangerous, we'll deal with it,” Emily says. “They are FBI agents, you know.”
Samantha breathes out slowly, her shoulders sagging. Takes a few deep breaths before she nods.
“Okay?” Melissa asks, and Samantha nods again. Melissa embraces her again, letting a choked sob out against her shoulder. Samantha rubs her back comfortingly, looking near tears herself. They hug each other tightly, supporting each other, holding each other up.
Emily is standing beside Jackson; she squeezes his arm as if excited or fearful. Jackson knows that she's been thinking about this for a long time. And if he's being honest with himself, so has he.
“We're really doing this?” she whispers, and he nods. He can't quite believe it, but they are.
---
In an hour, they've packed the car. Melissa and Samantha remain right on the verge of weepy and giggly and nearly hysterical, supporting each other as they climb into the front seat. Melissa's nervously twisting a soggy tissue on her fist, has nearly torn it to bits. Jackson climbs in the back beside his sister, feeling like a little kid. Thinking of that vision he had, once, of Emily in the car with Samantha and Melissa as they drove away from Wyoming with all the windows down. It really is too cold to do that now, but Emily grins conspiratorially at him. Apprehension and anticipation crackles in the car like a live wire; they have a long trip ahead. He has no idea how they'll be able to make it cross country without losing their minds.
“Do we know where the house is?” Melissa is asking, and Samantha is saying, “Farrs Corner, I think… we could call Monica…”
“It is in Farrs Corner,” Jackson says, and they all turn to look at him. He gulps, adds, “I can help you find it,” because he can.
Melissa and Emily exhale as if relieved, as if nervous. “Okay,” Samantha says, as if it's a decision. And she starts the car.
Jackson feels like he is retracing his steps, headed back cross country to every painful thing he left behind. Except he is not going to Norfolk. As Samantha guides the car onto the dirt road, around the curves, Jackson rests his head on the window and thinks, I just want to know that I'm making the right decision. That's all.
Jackson watches trees and countryside flit by. In the back of his mind, he can see Mulder and Scully in their house, asleep on the couch. Leaning into each other the way they did in his last dream about him. In front of him, the road. The possibilities. How Mulder and Scully will react when they realize that they're all okay. Everything feels like a blur again, like it's going too fast. But he thinks he's okay with it that way.
He thinks that there's no real way to know whether or not this is the right decision. But he thinks that, somehow, this feels right.
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TS2 Flower Power Rainbowcy Challenge
NOTE: I still have to test this to see if it works, and I also accidently wrote a lot, because I am so heavily inspired by @berrysweetboutique‘s pastel rainbowcy. So forgive me for how much there is too it. Also note that I made this for myself, to challenge myself. So it’s long, and a bit random. And probably only makes sense to me, and how I geneticized my game. Feel free to use it exactly as it is, or change it based on how you play. I’d love to see you use it though!
Original challenge HERE.
A 17 generation rainbowcy, based on flower meanings, colors, and inspired by the original one for the newer games. You can cut down on the number of generations if you want. But I constructed it this way to work with how my own personal genetics are set up within the game. This is meant to be played in TS2.
RULES:
- You can use cheats if necessary. Especially if you need to change traits/turn ons and offs and such when a heir is chosen.
- Chosen heir's MUST have the skin color of the next generation. Meaning if pink, marries red, the child must have red skin. If a child with red skin isn't produced keep trying until you get one. This helps with making sure the next generations children end up with the next gen skin color.
- I do write little tidbits of how their lives are played out, based on flower meanings. But you DO NOT have to copy it word for word. This is just to help you build a story for your game. I know it's harder with TS2 games, so this is just a way to help make it more full of life. Do whatever you want with it. Play however you want! It's your game~
Generation One: Peony (Pink)
Prosperity, Romance, Happiness
- Must have active and nice traits in the high levels. Other traits can vary.
- Romance has to be their aspiration
- Turn-ons: Charisma, Hardworker
- Turn-off: Can be your choice
- Doesn't have to marry, but must date a red skinned sim. Who has a good deal of money.
- Number of children can vary, and they don't have to just be with the red skinned sim. But the Heir must be from them.
- Heir must have red skin.
Peony enjoys an adventrous romance. They start out with what makes them happy. Dating many is what they are known for, but it's not with the intention to play around. They are just living their life the best way they know how. If a person they are with doesn't make them happy, they move on to the next, but it never ends in a bad way. Their goal is to prosper in life. And though they decide to settle down and have a family. Marriage isn't really for them.
Generation Two: Amaryllis (Red)
Pride, Determination, Radiant Beauty
- Grouchy and Serious traits on the low levels, outgoing set to high. (You can cheat to make them this way). Other traits can vary.
- Family aspiration.
- Turn-ons: Fit, Mechanical
- Turn-off: Can me your choice
- Marry a peach(light red, without being too pink) skin colored sim. The peach sim works as a journalist.
- Have one more child than their parents did.
- Heir must have peach skin
Amaryllis is very prideful when it comes to their own passions. They didn't really agree with how their parents lived their life and is determined to have their own be much better lived. They are slightly narcissitic, which makes them a tad picky when choosing a lover. But they know what they want and are determined to find it. Love finally does come to them when they spot a journalist taking pictures during an outing or an event. The journalist spots them, and smiles. And asks to take a picture of their beauty. Their marriage is full of reaching their goals, and getting to the top.
Generation Three: Gladiolus (Peach)
Strength, Integrity, Infatuation
- Active, nice, and outgoing on the high levels. (You can cheat to make them this way). Other traits can vary.
- Popularity aspiration.
- Turn-ons: Body, Charisma
- Turn-offs: Stink
- Marry an orange skin colored sim. Works in the athletic career.
- Works as a journalist like their parent.
- Number of children may vary, heir must have orange skin.
Gladiolus admired their parents, and grew up wanting to preserve the best traits of the both of them. They take on their parents job of journalism, and focus on only stating the facts in their articles. This makes them both hated, and loved. Hated because honest truth isn't always what others desire. But they know that if you can't be friends with those that can't understand your ambition, those aren't the people you need anyway. When they find love, it starts out a bit one sided. A playful crush on an athlete they are interviewing. Flirting is a common thing in their relationship. And through a lot of time spent, the athlete finds love in the other.
Generation Four: Daylily (Orange)
Flirtatious, Morning Person, Forgetfulness
- Outgoing, and active on the high levels, neatness on the low. (You can cheat to make them this way). Other traits can vary.
- Pleasure aspiration.
- Turn-Ons: You can choose
- Turn-Off: Logic
- Marry a light/pale orange skinned sim. Works in the slacker career.
- Have only one child. (If the skin doesn't come out the right color. You can use the save before giving birth trick. Right before they are giving birth, you may need a cheat to estimate that. Birth usually happens between the 72-78 hour mark I think. Save your game, and keep having them have that child until the skin color is correct.)
- Heir must have light/pale orange skin.
Daylily was different than their siblings. While they all embodied their parents strength, and intergrity. Daylily took the infatuation trait to a higher level. They are a huge flirt, and start out with many lovers in their teen years, and even onward into adulthood. Overall, they are more fun loving than hardworking like their siblings. They find love with someone who shares their fun attitude, and is almost as absent-minded as they are.
Generation Five: Begonia (Light/Pale Orange)
Shyness, Innocence, Loyalty in Love
- Niceness trait is very high, shyness is very low. (You can cheat to make them this way). Other traits can vary.
- Family Aspiration.
- Turn-Ons: Charisma, second may be your choice
- Turn-Off: Underwear
- Marry a light/pale yellow skinned sim. Who was their childhood friend and experienced some ups & downs in work and life.
- Can have any number of children, but must have a set of twins.
- Heir must be one of the twins, with the not chossen twin following them through life. They also must have light/pale yellow skin.
Begonia was a bit sheltered as an only child. Their parents kept them close and didn't really give insight to the world outside. They really only had one friend, that friend lived a completely opposite life from them. Having so many twist and turns it was hard to keep up sometimes, but Begonia was always their when they needed them. Even if they couldn't really understand what the other was going through, they tried their best to be helpful in anyway they could. They married them in the end, when the sim was at their lowest and requested for them to be the one bright spot in their lives. Everything went up from their with the both of them.
Generation Six: Daffodil (Light/Pale Yellow)
Egotism, Introvert, Vanity, Liar, Formal
- Seriousness, and Grouchy levels are low. Neatness is high. (You can cheat to make them this way). Other traits can vary.
- Knowledge aspiration.
- Turn-Ons: Formal Wear, Cleaning
- Turn-Off: You can choose.
- Marry a brighter yellow sim, later in their life.
- Have four children, all of whom get into private school.
- Heir must have bright yellow skin.
Daffodil and their twin did everything together when younger, and even decided to live together. As their twin was the only person Daffodil really trusted, and the only one who understood the way they acted. They help Daffodil through the trials of life, and try to get them to be slightly less of an introvert than they are. Even introducing them to people, or taking them to a speed dating event. Daffodil doesn't really enjoy it, but does it for their sibling, feeling sort of out of place at first. They don't find their soulmate until far into adulthood. A chance meeting at work with a new employee who is the exact opposite that they are.
Generation Seven: Sunflower (Bright Yellow)
Happiness, Warmth, Adoration, Longevity
- Niceness, and playfullness levels are high. (You can cheat to make them this way). Other traits can vary.
- Wealth Aspiration.
- Turn-Ons and Offs can be your choice.
- Marry a Light/Pale Green skinned sim.
- Must make it to the elder stage, and live until a child from the next generation is a teen. (Can use cheats)
- Number of children should be on the high side.
- Heir must have light/pale green skin.
Sunflower was very different from their parent, and was more like their parents twin instead. Always very helpful, and fun loving. Daffodil acquired a great deal of money in their life, and Sunflower inherited. They are cautious with spending, because though money isn't everything, they do believe it helps them live well. They live a very long and happy life with their lover, going on to spend some time with their children and grandchildren. A big family that they dreamed off.
Generation Eight: Spider Mum (Light/Pale Green)
Sympathy, Death, Remembrance, Non-romantic affection
- Seriousness is on low levels, niceness is on high. (You can cheat to make them this way). Other traits can vary.
- Knowledge Aspiration.
- Turn-Ons and Offs can be your choice.
- Doesn't marry the person they have children with. That sim must have darker green skin.
- Have only two children with their mate, before they pass away. (You can use the save before giving birth trick to get the correct skin colored heir.)
- Heir must have darker green skin.
Spider Mum was always a pretty somber child. They were one of many, but usually kept to themselves. Though whenever they were around those they cared about, they were happy, and caring. They enjoyed how much time they got with their parent, and looked up to them closely. They don't really find love, and were always confused as to why they couldn't feel that way like their parents did. But they do find great trust in someone they meet later on. They start a family with the other understanding that Spider Mum doesn't really want to marry them, because of their beliefs. But Spider Mum ends up regretting not taking their partners hand. They die after the birth of the second child, which brings great sorrow to Spider Mum. They get through it with the help of their parent, who helps raise their kids.
Generation Nine: Fern (Darker Green)
Magic, Fascination, Confidence, Shelter, Sincerity
- Playfulness is maxed. (You can cheat to make them this way). Other traits can vary.
- Knowledge Aspiration.
- Turn Ons: Witch, and another supernatural life-state of your choice.
- Turn-Off: Can be your choice.
- Marry a witch/warlock with light teal skin.
- Have three children, one being a good witch/warlock, one being a bad witch/warlock, the other being a neutral witch/warlock
- Heir must be a good witch and have light teal skin.
Fern believed from a young age that they could see their lost parents ghost, but no one else believed them. They grew more and more attached to the fantasy world around them, wanting to see what else besides ghosts there could be out there. They heard of people with magic, and developed a dream of finding one that could bring their parent back to them. And even as years went on and realized that wasn't possible, their thoughts about the fantasy world never changed. They ended up marrying a witch/warlock, one they sought to bring their dream a reality, who promised to try to discover a way to bring their parent back.
Generation Ten: Forget-Me-Not (Light Teal)
Truth, Undying Love, Growing Affection, Charitable
- Niceness is maxed. (You can cheat to make them this way). Other traits can vary.
- Family Aspiration
- Turn-Ons: Unemployed, second can be your choice.
- Turn-Off: Formal Wear.
- Marry a Dark Teal/Turquoise skinned sim, who is an unemployed cook.
- Only have one child. (Use save before birth trick)
- Heir must have dark teal/turquoise skin.
Forget-Me-Not was a good witch/warlock and though they tried to get along with their other aligned siblings, they never really did. But they strive now, to bring about good to the world, even if their evil aligned sibling tries to thwart that plan. They are very into volunteering, and helping strangers whenever they see someone in need. They meet their soulmate serving food to a homeless shelter. The food they made themselves which ends up not being that good, but Forget-me-not tries it anyway. Together they build a life, learning to cook, and better themselves, and helping those who need it.
Generation Eleven: Flax (Dark Teal/Turquoise)
Homebody, Fate, Creativity
- Shyness and Sloppiness must be low. (You can cheat to make them this way). Other traits can vary.
- Grilled-Cheese Aspiration.
- Unemployed, gets money through selling art.
- Turn Ons and Turn-Off can be your choice.
- Must get abducted and have an alien child.
- Marry a light blue skinned sim who works in the education career.
- Number of children may vary as long as they have that first born being an alien.
- Heir must have light blue skin.
Flax didn't get out much as a child, and stuck to their parent as much as possible. Though Forget-Me-Not tried to help them experience life, Flax didn't really want that. They grew quite clingy, and dependent on them. They also did not get the magic from their parent. Later in life, while still living with Forget-Me-Not, they get abducted by an alien. The baby scares them, and makes them concerned on how they are going to raise it when they themselves are so dependent on others. Forget-Me-Not helps of course. It's not until the alien child's school years that there is a change in Flax. The child was picked on a lot at school, Aliens are uncommon, and weird to children. But the child's teacher showed such a loving and caring nature for them, that it helped Flax be less dependent, and strive to be a better parent. They fall in love, each one helping each other discover new things.
Generation Twelve: Hydrangea (Light Blue)
Heartfelt, Honesty, Gratitude, Grace, Beauty
- Neatness and Niceness are maxed. (You can cheat to make them this way). Other traits can vary.
- Popularity Aspiration.
- Turn-Ons: Glasses, Cleaning
- Turn-Offs: Stink
- Marry an elder with dark blue skin.
- Number of children is up to you.
- Heir must have dark blue skin.
Hydrangea grew up with the understanding that not everyone would be nice. Their alien half-sibling was bullied, and it made them upset to see how cruel people could be. They couldn't understand that. Their own parents were loving, and everyone they knew were kind. Why should being a different species, change how people treat someone? With that feeling, Hydrangea was always finding friendships in older individuals. Feeling they had more compassion than people their own age. When they reach adulthood, they marry their best friend who they met when Hydrangea was a child, and they were a teen. That friend always took the time to include Hydrangea's alien sibling in everything, and never showed any animosity towards them, and that was what Hydrangea loved the most.
Generation Thirteen: Iris (Dark Blue)
Faith, Hope, Valor, Wisdom
- Serious levels are low, niceness is high. (You can cheat to make them this way). Other traits can vary.
- Knowledge Aspiration.
- Turn-Ons: logic, second can be your choice.
- Turn-Off: Your choice.
- Must join the law enforcement career.
- Marry a light purple skinned sim who is in the criminal career.
- At least two children, heir must be the last born.
- Heir must have light purple skin.
Iris had a good understanding of life at a young age. Their parents always answered questions no matter how tough, and though they were still young when their oldest parent passed on. They knew what death meant and didn't feel sorrow in their death. They believed they were in a better place and they would see one another again. They joined the law enforcement career with the dream of helping others understand life as well. Believing that not everyone who commit crimes is unforgivable and can't change their ways. The meet a paticularly stubborn individual who doesn't share the same views as life. And continues to commit small crimes despite Iris's help. But the attention Iris gives them does eventually make them strive to be better, even if they aren't completely cured of their criminal tendencies.
Generation Fourteen: Wisteria (Light Purple)
New Beginnings, Youthful Vitality, Love At First Sight, Devotion
- Active level maxed, grouchy level low. (You can cheat to make them this way). Other traits can vary.
- Romance Aspiration
- Turn-Ons and Turn-Off are your choice.
- Have a part-time job as a teenager, but loses it, and can't find work later on.
- Marry a dark purple skinned sim, that changes their luck around.
- Have ten children.
- Heir must have dark purple skin.
Wisteria gained different things for each of their parents. They got into trouble a lot growing up, but worked hard at what they really believed in. They were the baby in the family, and often blamed anything that went wrong on their older sibling. Which made them end up being pretty spoiled during their childhood. However karma kicked in during their teenage years, bringing there luck down a great deal. Work was tough, and finding love was even harder. They still had hope that things would get better, but it didn't seem that way for a long time. Until one day, they end up bumping into a stranger, that knocked them clean of their feet. They thought this too was bad luck until their eyes met, and they knew that this encounter, wasn't just karma kicking them around.
Generation Fifteen: Heather (Dark Purple)
Admiration, Solitude, Good Luck
- Shyness maxed, (Nothing in the shy/outgoing trait bar). (You can cheat to make them this way). Other traits can vary.
- Pleasure Aspiration.
- Turn-Ons: Black hair, second being your choice.
- Turn-Off: Your choice.
- Must be a part of every career track, quitting after one day. Adventurer career must be done last.
- Marry a black skinned sim, who is in the also adventurer career.
- Have a child with every skin color of each of the previous generations. (Save before birth cheat is a must here. As this will be difficult.)
- Heir must have black skin.
Heather has always favored solitude. Being one of ten children made that nearly impossible though. So they left home a lot just to get out of that crazy atmosphere. They explored the town they grew up in, but never really liked the places that were too crowded. Spending the most times in quiet forest areas, or libraries. During adulthood, they tried various jobs, trying to find the best one for them, but they always involved too many people for their liking. They settled on the adventurer career when it showed them what they had been doing their whole lives anyway. And even met another with the same desires as them. The married this sim, and though they both favored their solitude, they ended up having an abundance of children of every sort of color. Making the adventure that much brighter.
Generation Sixteen: Hollyhock (Black)
Fertility, Fruitfulness, Resilience, Ambition
- Playful levels maxed. (You can cheat to make them this way). Other traits can vary.
- Wealth Aspiration.
- Turn-Ons: Hardworker, second is your choice.
- Turn-Off: Unemployed.
- Must reach the top of their career track.
- Marry a white skinned sim who is also at the top of their career track.
- 3+ children at least.
- Heir must have white skin.
Hollyhock was one of many, many children. The fruitfulness carried over as well as the ambition to create a family just as big. Growing up they worked hard in school and life, and always looked for the next way to get ahead. And though sometimes it didn't work out, they kept going, and never backed down. They make it to the top of their career before they meet the person they marry. Falling for their similar ambition. They warn of their dreams to have a big family, but their partner doesn't mind, they are willing to give Hollyhock anything they desire.
Generation: Seventeen: Lily (White)
Passion, Sweetness, Innocence, Purity, Nobility
- Everything this last round is up to you, as long as their nice level is maxed.
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Otome Mania
This is no longer a secret, I have played, do play and will play a fair number of otome games. I’m weak to cliched romantic plotlines, okay?
Since I did promise @lethesomething a list, here it is. The summary is...I’ve played a lot of games.
Games organized by console, arranged from meh to great.
PS Vita
I pretty much got a Vita so I could play otomes. Don’t judge me too harshly. And while a lot of these are incomplete (i.e. I haven’t played through every route), I feel like I can give an opinion.
Norn 9: Var Commons - Admittedly I haven’t gotten far into this, but lord is the plot confusing. Like, what is happening? What is happening? So many pretty people, though...
Sweet Fuse - Cute, fun, though not high on replay value. The characters are really weird, but don’t let that stop you. They have charm, and the parody elements are worth it. Plus blowing your top has never been so satisfying.
Collar x Malice - I almost finished one route and I’m really enjoying it. The heroine has so much personality and she chews out the dude whose route I was doing, and the mystery is so intriguing, if a tad weirdly investigated...
Code Realize: Guardian of Rebirth - By far the best otome game I’ve played on anything. A beautifully built world, excellent artwork, a heroine with backbone, massively diverging plotlines, and just about every love interest is actually interesting. I’d encourage everyone to play this when it comes out on PC. The Suwabe character is just the icing on the cake for once.
PS3
Hakuoki: Demon of the Fleeting Blossom - Hugely overrated, I think, though not many games can match the artwork. Incredibly long, painful storylines that made me yawn. Heroine has zero presence. I do love Saito though.
Mobile
Mystic Messenger - Is entertaining, but every love interest needs immediate help from a psychologist. The format works to the game’s advantage, and the voice acting is good, I spent a ton of money on it. But the romance doesn’t always feel like a romance.
Liar: Uncover the Truth - This is a surprisingly fun game, but I didn’t have the patience to wait for tickets, or spend money on the black hole. Sad but true.
PC
Games you should definitely never play:
Amnesia: Memories - out and out horror, that one. I don’t know why player character has a sprite, because her personality is non-existent.
Ozmafia - Theoretically very interesting, but in practice, suffers from a spineless heroine. I have a knack for finding the yandere route the second time I play any game, and...let’s say if you play the doctor’s route you’re in for some surprises. Yeah.
Men of Yoshiwara: Sigh. Terrible translation, first off, backed up by terrible writing. Just don’t.
Games that are okay to pass the time:
Seduce Me and Seduce Me 2: Demon War - It’s not like this one is bad, just not amazing. It’s decently voice acted, and the first one is a cute rom-com. The second game gets a lot more complex and weird, and it’s super easy to die. The first game is free.
The Lady’s Choice - A Regency romance otome game with only two choices, but it’s nice how much you can shape the MC’s personality. Free on itch.io.
Dandelion and Nameless - Both of these are Korean-origin, produced by the same company that did Mystic Messenger, and while they do have strong writing plus original concepts, somehow the games never keep my attention for long. Nameless is a bit dark in tone, if that appeals to you. Dandelion is a stat-raising sim, which I hate with a passion.
Loren the Amazon Princess - I think this was one of the first ones I played, and it was pretty ahead in the range of LGBTQ characters, but now that I think back on it, the RPG/romance combination was a tad strange. But I do recommend it.
Days of the Divine - Another of those free itch.io ones, I can barely remember this. It was passable.
How to Take Off Your Mask - Cute, but I can’t remember what the point was.
Games that are super cute and definitely need to be played at least once:
Cute Demon Crashers - It’s a pretty short game, but utterly wonderful in its simplicity and earnestness. An R-18 novel that is very high on sex positivity, I’d recommend this one a lot. Free on itch.io.
The Blind Griffin - An odd but good work set in the age of flapper dresses and speakeasies, following a Chinese heroine who accidentally stumbles upon a secret magician’s guild and trains as an apprentice. Great art, comes with a slang dictionary, and makes up for its abruptness with cuteness. Free on itch.io.
Heartbaked - Lots of aggressive pastry references in this one, and one guy who is? a sheep? Or something? I dunno, it’s adorable. Free on itch.io.
Hustle Cat - A cat cafe, only the staff are the cats. Light hearted fun, though it is easy to mess the game up and get a bad ending.
Autumn’s Journey - So cute. So much fluff. Dragon boys. A girl knight. Enough said. Free on itch.io.
Magical Otoge Ciel - If you want to simultaneously have your soul uplifted and go “WTF is this meta”, play this. It’s so irreverent and sweet, and the art grows on you. @batensan‘s Magical Otoge Anholly is a good read as well, though it is technically a linear novel. Free on itch.io.
Taarradhin - A beautiful fantasy short, but incredibly hard to figure out. The high probability of getting it wrong kind of put me off. Free on itch.io.
Lads in Distress - Exactly what it says on the tin. Overly competent princess with pink hair takes matters into her own hands and saves the princes. I only wish we also had the option to date the childhood fried cum fairy advisor. Free on itch.io.
Re: Alistair - This one is really good, and honestly would have been included in the best games list if it had more LIs. There’s a cute mystery to sort of solve, and I don’t even mind the stat-raising elements. Free on itch.io.
Ristorante Amore - Gorgeous art, and a major plot twist once the story really gets started. I can’t give away anything for fear of ruining it, so just go play it. Free on itch.io.
Yo-Jin-Bo - One of my guilty pleasures, honestly. Yes the MC is a wimp, but the absolute comedy that passes for dialogue is worth it.
Games that sink their claws in and don’t let go:
Cinders - I cannot recommend this enough. Sublime story-telling, the option to be Machiavellian, naively sweet or something in between. The LI’s are good, of course (guess who’s my favourite), but the real star of the show is female relationships - Cinders and her stepsisters, the daughters and the mother, the godmother in disguise. There’s so many possible outcomes as well. I wish the original fairytale were half as interesting.
Cinderella Phenomenon - A free game I backed on Kickstarter, and it’s looking pretty good. The heroine is unapologetically bitchy, but goes through some satisfying character development in the routse I played. Intrigue abounds, and even though I wish there was a little less blushing to go around, it’s pretty good overall.
Demonheart - I am a little torn about this, because it’s an ongoing game on Steam (released in chapters). On the one hand, I feel like romance things happened really abruptly in the last chapter. On the other, the concept is executed very well and there are so many choices. Plus, excellent worldbuilding.
Nachtigal - A really good shorter game about a spunky heroine trapped with two vampires. There’s a whole variety of ways to die in this one, so it’s extra satisfying when you do land the guy.
The Royal Trap - Say what you will about it, but as one of the first VNs I read, I still quite like this one. So many romance options, and so much intrigue. Each route reveals something different about the overall plot. Good stuff.
The Second Reproduction - Starts off typical, but then it goes down some truly unexpected routes. Strong heroine, attractive demon king. Be sure to play it with a guide to get the whole story.
There are plenty I haven’t played at all, or not enough to comment, but this is the list I’d give out to anyone who wanted some recs.
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10 Reasons Why You Should Play Liar! Uncover the Truth
So, this game has been on my mind a lot as of late. I started it playing early this year, and even though I’ve long since cleared the main story, I still can’t stop logging back in for more. It’s available on Google Play and Itunes
1. More than romance - In Liar! (known as Doubt! in Japan), you play as an MC who, after successfully exposing her boyfriend as a cheater, is on the hunt for Mr. Right. In order to find him, you attend a matchmaking party and end up meeting ten potential candidates, all of whom seem to be total husband material at first glance. Unfortunately, as your sassy fortuneteller friend informs you, all is not as it seems, and nine out of the ten have major Issues. Liar! is as much a mystery as it is a romance story, and it’s up to you to find out what these guys are hiding.
2. MC is awesome - Liar’s MC is the feistiest I’ve ever seen in a dating sim, and she takes crap from absolutely no one. As a character, she’s got her own quirks and flaws, and this gets played for laughs quite a lot. (Her obsession with takoyaki and Octokitty is beyond real).
3. Fun characters + everyone has a face and a personality - It’s not often that you get to have a well-characterized supporting cast in your otome games. MCs coworkers and friends add a lot of spice to this game and are usually the ones to clue you in on the potential liars. Plus, virtually every character you meet in the story has their own sprite, complete with eyes. It's nice that you get a chance to see the other people in MC’s life, not just the ten guys.
4. Diverse Range of Eye Candy - The game features ten potential love interests, all with very different personalities. Nine of these guys have a skeleton in the closet, but a few of them still come out looking fairly decent even after they've been exposed. And from what I've seen, fans are pretty divided over whether Mr. Right really was the best match for MC, so you won't be alone if you ended up preferring one of the Liars.
5. Great value - You can read the entire main story of Liar! for free with the use of daily tickets, and with patience, you can acquire almost all of the extra content. I’ve finished both main stories with all endings unlocked and have gotten all the Lovers’ Routes + Epilogues plus pretty much every Liar File I’ve been interested in. And I still haven’t spent any real money on this game.
6. Catchy soundtrack - I really did not expect a free romance app I downloaded on a whim to have such memorable music! From the snappy accusation theme to the wistful orgel melody that plays during reflection scenes, Liar! is full of great tracks. I’ve even caught one of my non-gamer friends humming the Flirt Time jingle when they thought I wasn’t around. XD
7. Shocking swerves - While trying to figure out everyone’s dirty little secret, MC comes across some pretty wild stuff in these guys’ backstories. Prepare to have your illusions shattered. Additionally, the sequel game contains a twist that I would never have seen coming in a million years.
8. Sweet voice acting – In a recent update, Voltage introduced voice acted lines for all of the Liars’ Accusation scenes, which means you get to hear them beg for mercy as you nail them with evidence! Some of the VAs you may have heard of include Kenji Nojima (Seung-gil from Yuri!!! on Ice, Tuxedo Mask from Sailor Moon Crystal), Showtaro Morikubo (Shikamaru from Naruto), and Daisuke Kishio (Fuyuhiko from Dangan Ronpa 2).
9. Hilarious events - There are seasonal events in addition to the main story that will keep you busy even after you’ve technically finished the game. These all have their own side stories featuring a few of the guys and are really entertaining in their own right. They’re AUs in the sense that the LIs are all still assumed to be decent and their lies are never addressed, so it’s both painful and funny to see MC cuddle up to some of the worst scumbags.
10. Sequel that is every bit as good as the original - Liar! Office Deception takes place in the same universe as Uncover the Truth but features a completely different MC and a whole new cast. This time, MC is an office worker at an advertising agency who gets put in charge of a team composed of the potential Liars after getting on the bad side of a backstabbing co-worker whose father is in management. In this set of Liars – which happens to include several ladies – there’s one that’s supposedly MC’s “Perfect Partner” while each of the other nine has a serious problem that’s holding the team back. It would take a whole other list to express all the things I like about the sequel, and I can definitely say that I enjoyed it just as much as the first game, if not more so.
#liar! uncover the truth#liar! voltage#liar uncover the truth#voltage inc#ダウト#Liar! Office deception#don't mind me just boosting my favorite app#i love takoyaki mc so much
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Ian Harding fala sobre o fim de PLL, seu novo filme People You May Know, sua relação com as mídias sociais, a forma legal como a Shay guia sua vida nas mídias socias e uma reunião de PLL:
Instyle: O que inicialmente atraiu você para esse projeto?
I: "Honestamente, eu li o roteiro e gostei muito porque pensei que era um filme muito pertinente. Na verdade, fui para a [melhor parte do] melhor amigo do nosso personagem masculino principal, e apenas uma vez que entrei lá, [minha co-estrela] Kaily [Smith Westbrook] disse: "Você sabe o que, se estivéssemos talvez tê-lo lido por Phil, meu marido." Como a peça foi detalhada um pouco mais, eu percebi que era a parte que eu queria fazer, porque é o oposto completo de mim como pessoa. Também Phillip, seu marido, é o cara que marcou essa caixa da cidade - ele viveu a vida selvagem em Nova York, estava cansado de pagar caro por pequenos apartamentos, achava que todo mundo era realmente vago e, basicamente, deu a sua esposa a chance de ser uma atriz. E, quando não apareceu, ambos concordaram que iriam para o país, onde ele ficaria preso em uma universidade local e assim seria fazê-lo. Ele está totalmente naquela vida, e eu não acho que ela é. Então, as mídias sociais despertam nela esse desejo de dar um outro rumo, e a história se desenrola dessa maneira. Essa é uma sinopse muito ruim, mas é um filme divertido, para dizer o mínimo.
Instyle: Usher está no filme. Você conseguiu trabalhar com ele?
I: Você sabe, além de Kaily, eu não trabalhei com ninguém. Eu conheci a maior parte do elenco na estréia na outra noite. E a única interação que eu tive com Usher - que foi adorável, durante os três minutos - foi quando ele e eu estávamos no tapete vermelho tirando fotos e eu estava suando como um animal. Por alguma razão eu usava uma jaqueta, e ele usava uma jaqueta semelhante, do tipo "bomber". E eu meio que olhei para ele e ele olhou para mim e disse: "Eu acho que a jaqueta foi uma má escolha." Eu estava tipo, "acho que a jaqueta foi uma má escolha." E brincamos sobre como estávamos transpirando profundamente. Mas, hey! Essa é uma frase que eu nunca pensei que eu diria a ele. Então eu acho que a caixa da vida está marcada."
Instyle: Você mencionou que o personagem é muito diferente de você. Você diria que ele é também um ponto de partida dos personagens passados que você já fez?
I: "Um pouco. Quero dizer, grande surpresa! É um professor. Aparentemente, tenho essa qualidade para mim, naturalmente. Mas eu tenho uma ligeira aversão às mídias sociais e Phil odeia. Não sei o que era a mídia social de Ezra Fitz. Imagino que ele não tinha uma. Isso nunca foi abordado. Mas somos todos tipos semelhantes. Eu acho que cada papel que você faz é algum tipo de aspecto de você."
Instyle: Como você acha que as mídias sociais mudam a maneira como você pensa sobre seus relacionamentos?
I: "Meu mundo de mídia social está separado do meu mundo de amizade. Eu vou ter amigos na vida real que eu não acompanho nas mídias sociais, porque eu realmente não olho para as mídias sociais como a maneira de me conectar com amigos. Para mim, as mídias sociais são como uma ferramenta de negócios. Sim, é publicidade, mas também está colocando coisas que eu acho importantes, como se o nosso presidente emita uma proibição de viagem ou algo assim, bem, aqui está a pesquisa dizendo que não fará absolutamente nada. Você sabe, colocando isso no mundo. Junto com, "Ei, obrigado, tal e tal companhia por patrocinar esta postagem e me ajudar a pagar minha hipoteca". Então, é uma ferramenta para mim. Se eu quiser me conectar com amigos, eu os chamo."
Instyle: Qual linha você desenha para si mesmo em termos do que você compartilha e do que você mantém em privado?
I: "Eu realmente não posto nada de pessoal demais. Posso publicar fotos que foram tiradas dentro da minha casa, ou vou postar meu cachorro. Mas em termos de amados, outros significativos, família... Eu realmente não faço isso, só porque eu não acho que seja necessário. Penso também que, de uma perspectiva de ator, você quer manter-se um tanto visível, mas invisível ao mesmo tempo. Você realmente não quer ser conhecido, você não quer pessoas como, "Oh, eu sei exatamente quem ele é como pessoa." Eu acho que isso pode afetar, talvez, as partes que você recebe. Além disso, ao mesmo tempo, conheço meu lugar. Minha mãe é uma pessoa bastante privada, e se eu estivesse fazendo vídeos no snapchat dela o tempo todo, acho que A, ela iria bater em mim e B, ela simplesmente não apreciaria isso. Então eu não faço uma tonelada. Algumas pessoas estão bem com isso, como minha boa amiga, Shay Mitchell. Ela supera esse negócio. Ela coloca toda a vida lá fora, e acho que ela é legal com isso."
Instyle: Você recebe um número louco de comentários toda vez que você publica. Você lê alguns deles?
I: "Eu realmente não leio muitos dos comentários. Se eu quiser me comunicar com os fãs, geralmente vou no Twitter. Se eu receber uma menção que não é assim, "eu odeio você, espero que você morra", então eu responderei. Às vezes, pode ser tão simples quanto um fã mais jovem, tipo: "Minha cor favorita é azul, qual a sua?" Então, eu gosto de azul também" [risos]. Ou, alguém perguntará o livro que estou lendo agora e vou dizer isso. Mas se alguém vier até mim um dia e disser que vai ter uma carreira muito longa e sustentada e nunca mais precisará de redes sociais, não acho que eu teria redes sociais. Eu teria talvez o Twitter, apenas para esse propósito sozinho, para verificar de vez em quando e conversar com as pessoas brevemente. Isso é praticamente a extensão da minha comunicação."
Instyle O que você acha que é o equívoco mais louco sobre você que está lá fora?
A vantagem das mídias sociais é que você pode criar como você quer que as pessoas o vejam de alguma forma. Em Pretty Little Liars, se eu estiver usando uma tonelada de coletes de camisola e constantemente registrando meus sentimentos e eu quero que as pessoas de repente pensem que eu sou um badass, bem, então, você sabe, eu posso começar a postar fotos de mim mesmo montando motocicletas nuas [risos]. Eu não sei, estou tentando pensar o que seria um bom tipo de trocador de imagens. Mas eu acho que o meu único tipo de imagem ou tema de marca é "Não seja um buraco". E isso é praticamente isso. Não tenho outra estratégia além disso. Mas, você ficaria chocado com o quanto isso é difícil. Quero dizer, todo o Instagram é apenas [um] humilhar-se. Você está tentando ser como, "Ah, escute, sou apenas um homem normal fazendo café da manhã", mas você vê o resto da casa de alguém e é essa mansão. Ou, "Passeio de domingo com os meninos", e você está em um Maserati. Nas minhas tentativas de não ser um droga, acho que ainda sai como um droga.
Instyle: Você sente falta de fazer o Ezra?
I: "Sinto falta do set. Ver as pessoas com frequência é algo que sinto falta. Eu acho que com a Ezra, sinto que eu marquei essa fase. Não havia muito mais para explorar, e de alguma forma essa série parecia quase como uma escola de graduação de certa forma. Era como uma boa bolha, e passei um ótimo momento. Tenho memórias ruins, tenho memórias maravilhosas, e foi uma experiência tão bem sucedida. Mas era hora de terminar, quando isso aconteceu. Então, não, estou feliz por ter sido descansado - eu digo que ele está morto, quero dizer, quem sabe se Marlene King vem até nós em 10 anos, tipo "Você quer fazer um tipo de reunião na Netflix onde as apostas são mais altas e alguém morre e há nudez frontal total?" Como, com certeza por que não! [risos] Isso parece selvagem. Mas não, agora mesmo, eu me sinto bem com o que acabou."
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Pretty Little Liars... Vamos lá, eu terminei de assistir a série simultaneamente com a exibição no país original dela, mas foi tão perturbador e decepcionante o final que só hoje me inspirei para escrever sobre. Nas primeiras temporadas eu só tinha amor por essa série, as meninas me cativaram tanto que eu dei para a minha filha Shitzu (hoje com 5 anos) o nome de uma delas: Hanna! A série foca na amizade das meninas: Hanna Marin (Ashley Benson), Aria Montgomery (Lucy Hale), Spencer Hastings (Troian Bellisario), Emily Fields (Shay Mitchell) e a controladora Alison DiLaurents (Sasha Pieterse). Todas possuem um tipo de ligação mais forte com Alison, até que em uma noite ela some, levando ao afastamento das meninas. Um ano após o desaparecimento de Alison, um corpo é encontrado e identificado como sendo a adolescente desaparecida. Com a notícia trágica as meninas voltam a se aproximar e passam a ser chantageadas através de mensagens nos celulares cujo remetente se intitula como "A". Muita coisa acontece na série, relacionamentos maravilhosos são trazidos para nossa tela, festas, looks incríveis, uma vida digna de desejo para quem está acompanhando a saga das "Liars". A série vai muito bem até a passagem temporal que ocorre, onde há inúmeras mudanças no comportamento e nos relacionamentos das meninas. A meu ver a série foi muito bem, porém começou a ter tanto para explicar que passou a ser impossível dar algum sentido de veracidade nas explicações, momento em que chegou ao fim com um último episódio completamente frustrante. Então, gostei ou não gostei? Sim, eu gostei da série como um todo, mas a partir de certo momento ela deixou de fazer sentido pra mim. Recomendo? Lógico, vale assistir só pelos looks mara das meninas hahaha... falando sério, tem muita coisa boa na série, as atrizes arrasam nas interpretações, tem muito homem bonito também (nem consigo dizer qual é o mais hot), é uma série que prende a atenção e desperta a curiosidade de quem assiste. 😉😘
#hanna marin#ashley benson#aria montgomery#lucy hale#spencer hastings#troian bellisario#emily fields#shay mitchell#alison dilaurentis#sasha pieterse#pretty little liars
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Murder houses are coming soon...
Themed murder or survival houses have been my most recent obsession. If you haven't seen anyone play one it's when you assign certain sims to be killers using the extreme violence mod and leave autonomy on full and play the game until there's one sim standing (the winner). I also use the basemental drugs and wicked whims mod so it's pretty much one huge reality show house gone wrong. I've already done Suicide Squad, The Office, Pretty Little Liars, and The Vampire Diaries vs The Originals. Anything that's wicked whim related will be tagged nsfw so anyone uncomfortable with that can blacklist it.
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