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the-pope-is-in · 3 years

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upcoming works

if anyone here has read/enjoyed my fics , I just wanted to post my ENTIRE drafts to let you know what’s coming next (I can’t promise I’ll get around to all of these, but if there’s any you want me to prioritize , just let me know)

in no specific order

Legolas Greenleaf (LOTR) - based more off of the movies than the books. oc is half elf half sorceress and she goes on Bilbo’s adventure .. eventually meeting Legolas in mirkwood and then fighting with him in the battle of five armies. after the battle, she finds him again and begs him to take her with him because she doesn’t want to go back to her old life again. they go on a bunch of adventures. oc is besties w aragorn.

Lemony Snicket (ASOUE) - as in his entity as a character in the series, not the author himself (more the tv show than the books even though the books were my ENTIRE childhood) ((the author’s actual name is daniel handler and he’s a lovely person)) anyways,

my advice for you first and foremost is to never fall in love with a writer

especially if that writer is a prominent member of a secret organization

especially especially if said writer is committed to uncovering and documenting the sad lives of three orphans, the children of a past lover who has died tragically

my name is odessa denouement and I am begging you to put this book down and go read something more pleasant, such as the littlest elf or a story that doesn't involve pain, suffering, and a general lack of morals

odessa and lemony meet when their VFD missions overlap and they’re forced into a number of highly dangerous situations together. features a tragic ending.

Percy Weasley and Oliver Wood (HP) - because we all know they were in love. probably their last years of hogwarts into the second war. focuses a lot on percy going to the dark side. probably pretty angsty.

Will Turner (POTC)- oc is Jack Sparrow’s daughter. she’s super cool. raised by pirates. best parental relationship I’ve ever written (I usually go for the really shitty parent trope, but this time their relationship is rlly soft and makes me happy) anyways, she falls in love with will turner and it’s hot.

Beatrice and Phillipa (HP) - cute lesbians in gryffindor (golden trio era). should probably read my bill weasley series first because it’s a spinoff. would probably be their fifth year to sometime around the end of the war. main focus would be bea’s shift to the dark side.

FP Jones (Riverdale) - gotta preface this one with the fact that I hate riverdale as much as the next guy (sorry riverdale fans) I mean . the show’s insane. BUT FP is what got me through it. so this is the story of him and jughead’s mom in the 80s , then there’s a time jump to the first or second season. going to be short but cute.

Steven Hyde (that 70s show) - NOT played by d*nny m*sterson. anyways, oc moves to point place from nyc with her mom (who kinda sucks -yes, we’re back to the shitty parent trope-) falls for hyde and it’s rly angsty. at some point she lives in hyde’s old house but i’m not sure exactly when bc idk what season I want to start the season on. she’s also best friends with jackie because I’m in love with jackie.

Regulus and Marlene (HP) - umm so to be completely honest I don’t know what the plan was for this one. the only thing it says in the draft is “marlene is a slytherin”. I think I was high when I made it. but I feel like there’s some sort of potential there so we’ll see what happens.

Remus Lupin (HP) - either wolfstar or a slytherin oc or maybe regulus I don’t know. I have some ideas for scenes, but no specific people or genders or really any details at all. I just know I’m in love with remus and want to write about him and his sweaters.

Jesse Pinkman (Breaking Bad) - oc and jesse keep meeting by chance. first it’s because she’s staying at his parent’s house out of necessity (ep 2), then it’s because she’s Jane’s roommate, then it’s at Jane’s funeral. they keep saying they’re parting ways. that they’ll never see each other again, but it doesn’t work. one way or another, they’ll end up together.

Minerva McGonagall and Pomona Sprout (HP) - one of my fav ships ever. would start in their sixth year and there would be a few major time jumps over the course of the story. very soft relationship.

Peter Parker (MCU) - oc has powers over the elements. recruited to the avengers by tony stark. in the process of said transition, hydra attacks her family and oc is filled with rage. throughout the story, she lives with different members of the avengers (she moves around a lot) and she and peter have a friends to lovers sort of thing.

Daniel Desario (Freaks and Geeks) - charlotte’s been friends with the freaks since she was a kid. she’s been on-again-off-again dating nick since middle school, she has mixed feelings about kim, ken is her favorite person ever, and she is hopelessly in love with Daniel. when lindsay comes into the picture and things shift dramatically, charlotte finally has the chance to shoot her shot.

Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds) - word for word what I have in my drafts:

ummmmm so we've got a main character named ummmmmm sophie or phoebe or something and shes like blonde and short and only three months older than reid and sup super smart like with math and science and stuff and she graduated early and has a doctorate and is smart and stuff but doesnt really tell anyone and looks kinda sloppy and has a really relaxed attitude and we love her - she almost dropped out of high school because she was bored but then agent gideon was like dude come on ill give u a job (or something?)

oh and her parents and little brother died in a fire when she was eight only her older brother survived and they are super close she loves him so much but she has some trauma from constantly being sent to foster homes where nodbody wanted to keep her bc shes difficult and also like watching her parents die so she has a HUGE fear of fire and an irrational fear of big dogs

ANYWAYS starts off with her at her house and she's just hangin she has a cat and she's making herself dinner and she's one of those super cute single bi girls who likes her plants and her music and her science bookstore

friends in college story (an original work) - okay so I wanna go to film school (I want to be a screenwriter) and this is an original script I’ve been working on but I might adapt parts of it to a story. basically it’s like a dark academia sitcom where a bunch of liberal, progressive kids go to this rural, ultra-christian college for different reasons and find each other and become the ELITE friend group. obviously it would have a better name than the “friends in college story” although now it’s sort of growing on me

the new tragedy (an original work) - “sometimes i need to remind myself that you existed. You were real, you were so real. your hair was real, your crooked smile was real. the way you couldnt talk in the morning before you’d had your coffee, or how you could never get to sleep at night without an episode of whatever show you were obsessing over in the moment. oh my god. you were real.

she looked like death. the guy, not the concept. sallow skin and dark, sunken eyes that absorbed all of the light and trapped it, holding it hostage and never letting it out. when she smiled, the light poured all over her, like she was taking a shower in it. when she frowned, she looked like a storm cloud. I loved her. I loved her so much.

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sleepylostboy · 3 years

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Howdy.

Yellow, Chartreuse, and Eggplant.

Also what's your favorite thing about space. Cuz I know absolutely nothing about it passed like basic middle school stuff 😅 but I've been obsessed with dr.who and star trek since I was a kid. So I love the idea of space but barely understand it.

Yellow: DND alignment?

Probably chaotic neutral, maybe chaotic good

Chartreuse: FMK: Legolas, Neville Longbottom, Jon Snow

Fuck Jon Snow, marry Legolas, and kill Neville (sorry Neville)

Eggplant: Threesome with X-Men - who are the other two?

Hmm, I mostly just know the characters in the movies, and it’s been a while, but probably Mystique, and maybe Blink. I’m not really sure

As for space, I’m kinda obsessed with it 😅 Things like time dilation and black holes seem like the stuff of fiction, and the fact that it’s real is just awe-inspiring. Plus the sheer vastness of the universe is insane, and all of the possible worlds out there. Even within our own solar system, the fact that there’s lakes of liquid methane on Saturn’s moon Titan, or that it might rain diamonds in some of our gas giants. I just find it all to be incredible

#asks #answered #askgame

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theartofbeinganeldar · 4 years

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The Art of Being an Eldar: Legolas x Reader Prologue

Summary: You're a fantasy-loving, LARPing human from this world, who's the black sheep of society because of your obsession for the unreal and alienation of what's real. When you're in the middle of a LARP battle with some pretty phony boars, you fall out of a tree and bust your head. You wake up, alone, and are suddenly attacked by some very pissed-off, very real wargs. Without any idea of how you got there, you got dropped into Middle-Earth, with only bits and pieces of memories of Tolkien's masterpiece, though your recollection of everything else is perfectly clear. And of all places in Middle-Earth, you got dropped into Mirkwood, with some suspicious, potentially hostile, Woodland Elves...

Chapter No.: Prologue

Key: [Y/N]=Your Name [F/N]= Friend's Name [B/N]= Bro's Name [S/N]= Sis's Name [M/N]= Mom's Name [e/c]= eye color [h/c]= hair color [s/c]= skin color

Notes: So, this is my first fanfiction on tumblr, and I'd thought I'd try it since I have very little time for DeviantArt's chaos. It's much different from my Legolas x Reader on there. I added a small loving family to make the emotions relatable-- even if you don't have siblings, or have more than what I added, it's just fanfiction! Also, I tried to make my pronouns for said reader gender-nuetral so that everybody can enjoy it! The reason your character is so wild is for the sake of not fitting in to this world, yet you're used to it, so that later points in the plot can become more... Well, you'll see. And yes, I made Elves pansexual because I don't think they'd care much about gender or age at that point. LARPing plays a big role in the prologue, because your character is really into it for personal reasons. If this isn't your cup of tea, don't drink it. I hope you like it! Feedback, likes, and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

Warnings: Fluff, angst, graphic depictions of gore and violence (Cuz of orc battles y'know?), more angst, slow burn, some light depression in the first few chapters, some amnesia about Middle-Earth because the Valar say you're not supposed to have foresight, hard-core language, feels, lots and lots of feels, mentions of NSFW content, maybe some eventual NSFW content, LGTBQ+ characters, Thranduil being a jackass at first because he's fabulous, Legolas being a hot edgy prince that nobody can handle, Kili being an innocent bean, Hobbits being smol innocent beans, except for Bilbo 'cause he's been through some tough shit, Bard being dad of the year, Thorin being one dumbass boi, awesome dragons, awesome Nazgul, awesome scenery, awesome stuff in general, Elrond isn't listened to by anybody, confused Aragorn is confused, Denethor's a bitch as always, brace yourself for creepy as fuck Cream of Wormtongue Grima Wormtongue, Boromir lives, Gandalf. (yes these are all legit warnings don't judge me.)

Pairings/Ships: Legolas x Reader, Legolas x you, Aragorn x Arwen, Faramir x Eowyn, Thranduil x Elvenqueen, Galadriel x Celery Celeborn, Boromir x OC, Thorin x OC, Fili x OC, etc. general LoTR standard shippings plus some of my own cuz I can't stand my boys being lonely

Word Count: I try to keep my chapters short, under 2000 words.

Rating: Teen (14+) for now

You'd never been considered normal by anyone. You enjoyed LARP instead of reality. Your "job" was just staying at home and captioning videos all day every day you weren't LARPing instead of interacting with society at a normal job. Your home? A tiny studio apartment that only cost $450 a month without bills, and you did without cell phone, car, and electric for the sake of being your weird self. You hadn't been to college yet, despite the fact that everyone told you to go once your gap year was over, and it almost was. What would you even study? Acting was all that got you close to who you were, so, ok, guess that's fine, but nobody else thought of that as a career. Maybe you could write fiction-- you were good at that much.

You weren't always like this. There was a time when you were just a normal kid, living a normal life. But somewhere around ten, you started to change, and by sixteen you'd become who you were today. If the Old You could see the New You, you weren't sure if they'd think you were weird too, or if they'd stare up at you in awe.

Hopefully it was the latter, which made you feel good.

I mean, come on, were you born in the wrong timeframe or what?! That's what you thought, anyway. There's no way that this world was for you. The fact that nearly all people were heartless jackasses that enjoyed destroying the planet, the fact that everybody had to be the same or were considered freaks, prejudice and injustice were key factors of life and the rich got handed everything on a silver platter while the poor had to scavenge... Just, everything of this reality made you hate it. If only you'd been born five hundred years earlier, or, y'know, in Game of Thrones or Lord of the Rings...

You'd really liked to have been born in Middle-Earth. You had so many books about it, you knew practically everything there was to know, even the confusing shit about Faramir being in the Fall of Gondolin. You'd practically memorized Elvish, and dwarvish, and you knew the whole six movies by heart, every line. And of course, like most Lord of the Rings fans, you had a massive crush on a certain Elvish princeling who was too pretty for his own good. In fact, Legolas was who inspired you to learn archery; maybe one day you'd be as good as he was.

Despite your wishes, you were stuck in reality, however much you hated it

. Even amongst your LARP groups, you were considered outlandish.

Everybody else had normal lives outside of their games, whereas you pretended this was your life. You didn't have any job aside from the small caption jobs you did when you weren't LARPing, no social life, nothing. The only people you had was your mother, brother, sister, and your only friend, [F/N]. They accepted you and your strange fantasies, even if they thought you'd one day regret acting in a way when you could've been beginning a normal life and being productive.

So excuse you if you decided to invite them to a LARP event and let them borrow some of your costumes. It wasn't the end of the world. But your LARP group apparently didn't get that memo.

"You invited your mom?!" A royal asshole sneered, yet you took satisfaction in the fact that his knight costume looked like it was made of cardboard painted silver, whereas your sci-fi Elf getup was actual leather and cloth. His name was Jacob Brent; you'd never really liked him. He'd always had it out for you because your costumes were so much more fabulous than his. Plus you may or may not have actually known swordplay and archery and dagger throwing and martial arts... Kinda. You were still in the process of learning kickboxing.

You cocked a sky blue-- yes, sky blue-- eyebrow to your equally bright blue hairline, spiked up in a short faux hawk. This was your first sci-fi Elf, and you'd wanted to go all out. A cocky grin split its way across your face. "Yeah, so? It doesn't effect you on any level, Tin Can."

He sniggered with his cronies. "I can't believe you don't have anyone else to come with you." He mimicked rubbing his eyes like he was four. "'Oh Mommy, I need somebody to come with me!'" His whole group burst into laughter.

You surprised them by joining in, actually appluading. "Oh, wow! Wonderful, just wonderful! Hey, should I tell Mindy that I seen you feeling up Roxie behind your fort last week?" He paled, and almost everybody in his group of crappy cosplay got 'o' faces. You put your hands on your hips. "Guess what, asshole, just 'cause I'm close with my family and you're not with yours doesn't make it a crime to hang out with them. It's my life, my decision, and I enjoy spending time with them." You hefted up a disappointingly fake spear, turning to walk away. "Oh, and by the way, your paint's chippin' off."

Reason for Hating Reality Number 6, 965: Immaturity levels are almost incomprehensibly high.

Your mom glared daggers at Jacob's Immaturity Harem. She'd always been a tough gal, always sticking up for you when you got bullied when you were younger, but now that you were an adult, she had to let you kick ass yourself; you were pretty good at it. "I don't like him." She stated casually, and you chuckled.

"'Course you don't. He looks like a cheesy robot costume you'd get from Wal-Mart with a too-big crotch protector that's not impressing anyone but himself, and he has the face of a roasting pig. Too tanned, too grubby, and always with something in his mouth."

She smiled slightly. "Has he always been giving you trouble?"

You swung your gear pack off of your shoulder, letting it yank itself down to earth. "Since the day he tried kissing my ass 'cause he didn't know me." [F/N] must've overheard that last sentence, because he burst into laughter when he approached with your brother, [B/N], and your sister, [S/N]. "You talking about Jacob?"

"Sure as hell."

You'd first met [F/N] a year ago, when you'd joined extra-curricular activites for your last year of high school. He thought your personality was incredibly brave, especially in this modern world, but even still... He was just a friend, not a best friend. You'd never had that luxury outside of your tiny family. You just didn't trust him after the life you'd had.

Unfortunately, it seems they didn't like the getups. "Do I have to wear this?" [B/N] asked dramatically, slumping over. He didn't look right in the pauldrons and leather breastplate.

"It's too heavy!" [S/N] complained.

You sighed theatrically. "My piteous children, deal with thy armor, for it must be worn despite thou complaints."

[B/N] pressed his palms together and bowed down. "Screweth thou, false companion."

You mimicked his bow. "Off to hell with thee."

"Hey! You guys! It's starting!" [F/N] cried, and ran off, his pack of weapons and magic bags trembling dangerously on his back. The rest of you followed more slowly, as you explained to your family how exactly LARPing worked. Battles weren't actually bloody, magic was just colored powder, you get points for a hit, and so on and so forth. [B/N] and [S/N] got it immediately, but your poor mom, who hadn't even ever played Skyrim, had no idea how the point system and leveling up worked. You had to explain it six times over before you'd reached the massive gathering of LARPing cosplayers. [F/N] returned to you as you reached it, carrying a map. "We were in Larsgyushter Prairie last, right?"

"Duh," You shrugged, at the same time [S/N] asked with a grimace, "Luckyestire Prairie?"

[F/N] inclined his head. "Well, I made some arrangements because your family joined us. We made for Glewnburg, where we picked up their characters, and then headed into the Elder Woods."

You took the map. "Sounds fair enough."

[S/N] frowned. "What exactly were you guys doing last time?"

[F/N] blushed; he must've liked her, which made you feel proud and like pummeling him all at once. "A quest to defeat a horde of wildebors in order to get a good amount of gold."

"How much?"

"Four hundred."

Your mom seemed confused. "Is that a lot?"

"For the land of Sisgremor," You retorted, "Not much. But it's enough for us. We hunt for food, and sleep in the woods. It's summertime, so we don't have much need for shelter unless it storms, and we know where to find caves. The coin is for some new bits of armor, and some weapon upgrades and a couple of magic books for [F/N]."

"Oh," Your mom said, and you took the lead, getting into your Elven character with a huge grin on your face.

"Come, my children! We must meet the bors by midday!" You ran off, but you didn't miss the looks over half of the LARP community gave you.

~le time skip~

The one thing you didn't like about LARPing was the enemies. They weren't believable and were crappily dressed, at least in your community. They were crappy actors and their dying acts were unrealistic. Unless they were orcs that had good makeup skills and good cosplay, they weren't worth fighting, but you had an imagination to kick them up a notch.

As always, the wildebors were just some guys in black outfits decorated with needles, and wearing pig masks with an underbite bearing tusks. Your imagination knocked them to eight-feet long beasts with bloodstained tusks, wild red eyes, and porcupine-like needles that shot out of their near-impenetrable hides if provoked.

You'd only fought these beasts once. They had three separate healthbars, each a different strength: eight hundred, four hundred, and one hundred. Your spear-- the only weapon you could afford after your bow snapped (Poor prop craftsmanship.), had a damage rate of ten health per hit, thirty if you could make a three-combo move (The highest combo move allowed.). [F/N]'s magic bombs, bolts of energy, and other magic stuff only varied from ten to fifty health damage per hit, except for his Fyrering, which was a once-a-day power that was ninety health damage, plus a three minute window of burning which took ten damage every thirty seconds.

The boars were also viscious; one hit from them took around fifty health, and at level nine, you and [F/N]'s health bars were only at two hundred and fifty, plus your armor rating of fifty and his of twenty. Your family, however, were only at level one, with a one hundred strength health bar each and armor ratings varying between ten and fifteen.

In short: that meant a hell of a lot of hits, very little openings, and there were always numbers to consider. There were six of them, and five of you. If you had your bow, this would be easy. You'd climb a tree, avoid their needles, and fire your twenty-five damage arrows relentlessly (With the thirty plus bonus from your actual bow.) while [F/N] pelted them with magic. You could take down two, maybe three that way before retreating, waiting for your strength to regenerate and your undamaged arrows to "respawn" before coming back for more battling (The arrows don't actually exist, for safety reasons. You had to wait for ten minutes before an approximated number of arrows, determined previously by the quest-giver, "reappeared" in your "inventory.").

But you had to think of a new plan. A brand new plan. You had three level one novices, two level nine intermediates, and six angry-as-hell wildebors that were level twenty. This was an impossible quest. You should never have accepted it knowing your family was coming.

You were hiding behind a huge oak, and glanced around it; for a split moment, you saw the crappy actors, but your mind quickly fixed that. Above and to your immediate right, [F/N] hid behind a mound of boulders up on a hill, and you'd positioned your family similarly. You just couldn't see them. [F/N]'s hand waving caught your attention. Frantically, he pointed above you. You whipped your head up, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. You gave him a look like WTF dude, and he rolled his eyes. He picked up a rock as an example and pointed back up into the branches, but still, you didn't see anything. He gestured again, almost forcefully, and this time, you seen it: brightnuts, a specialized kind of walnut bred specifically to explode into a bright white light on impact, with dangerous shrapnel and poisonous fumes that had one hundred and fifty health damage.

Of course, in reality, they were just blue and white beanbags hanging in nets rigged all over the branches, but you pretended they weren't.

But still, perfect.

You'd start calling out orders as soon as you started throwing them. [F/N] knew how to improvise to a plan already, but your family didn't. You propped your spear up on the tree, and started climbing, wincing when the bark scraped your palms; you were wearing what'd used to be white bridal gloves, but you'd tinkered with them to match your costume, sewing sky blue patterns into the gloves.

You personally didn't make a sound, but a couple of leaf-covered branches fell; luckily, wildebors were mostly deaf and blind, so you should make it to the top of the tree without any consequences.

You flashed [F/N] a triumphant smile when you reached the topmost branches, snatching a bag of brightnuts and holding them high above your head. He shot you a double thumbs-up, then made a wheel-like gesture to get you to move on. You stuck your tongue out at him, then readjusted yourself on the branch to get a good aim.

A few seconds of struggling against the knot, and you'd gotten the net open. With barely a minute of hesitation, you drew your arm back, and fired. Your aim was almost perfect. You hit one of the wildebors in the side, and you seen the actor as he started the most over-acted reaction you'd seen yet: a violent jump, then what sounded like a deranged "Guuuugh!" You rolled your eyes. So dramatic.

Either way, [F/N] whooped behind you. "Hit! A hit!"

Before you could give any orders whatsoever, [B/N] charged down the hill with his realistic-looking wooden battleaxe bellowing a war cry. You slumped over. "Aw, shit."

In the blink of an eye, [B/N] was officially dead but still pummeling the poor actors, your mom didn't know what to do, [F/N] didn't realize what was happening from behind his rock, and [S/N] was dodging air like a boss. You waited on the branch until the coach of the actors stood, took off his mask, and blew his whistle.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! You with the axe! You died already! Come on everybody, regroup, come on..." Your mom and [S/N] were laughing it off with a couple of the actors, but [B/N] was having a heated argument with the rest of them, and they were starting to shove each other around; he'd always been a sore loser. The coach separated them, and [F/N] called to you from below. "Guess we failed this quest, huh?"

You shrugged. "It's all good. There are other, less dangerous quests."

He perked up. "Yeah, so hurry up and get down here! We've gotta get back to Glewnburg!"

You tossed the beanbag you'd had in your hand back into the net. "Comin'." Unfortunately for you, you were a bit of a show-off. You stood, stretching your arms out for balance, walking quickly and carefully across the bough. A loud snap that echoed through the forest silenced everyone: your sudden movements had weakened the branch down the middle, where a split was slowly cracking open.

"Oh shit." Did I have to choose the top branch?

Everything seemed to be in slow motion as you fell. Your ribs exploded with pain as you slammed into a slightly lower branch full-force. Your ankle snapped. Your arms were whipped and bruised. Your head cracked painfully across the thick, unmoveable base of one branch, and white and yellow dots burst in your vision. Your sight started to fade, as did the pain, until you met the ground with a dull thud.

I should've went to college.

~time skip~

When you woke up, the first thing you realized was, Hey, I woke up! I'm alive! which was immediately followed by, Holy fucking shit what the fucking hell did I break, then a much more painful thought of Why the fuck am I still in the goddamn forest?

And you were. You were laying on your side, in a couple of very small but still immensely terrifying pools of drying blood, one of which came from the corner of your mouth. Your entire body throbbed painfully. Every breath you took caused sharp, white-hot pains to spiderweb across your entire torso. Your ankle was burning up, and you couldn't move it or your left arm. Your head felt like you'd been hit by a truck. A truck made of solid wood...

Why were you still in the forest? You knew your mother well enough to know that she've panicked. She'd've screamed your name and ran to you and called 911 immediately. [F/N] would've done the same. In fact, there was no reason why they wouldn't have called for a medic. You fell from the equivalent of a three-story building with poles sticking out of it.

By all accounts, you should be near death.

So why were you still in the forest, exactly where you'd fell?

With immense effort, you rolled onto your back, panting heavily and wincing against the pain. Your vision swam, and things were blurry. The trees were different; the tree where you'd fallen from was tall and branchless for most of the way up, and definitely not an oak. To boot, there weren't any nets full of beanbags, and your spear was gone. Behind you was a cliff with an outcropping of rock that looked similar-- but not the same-- to the one [F/N] had been behind. There were roots and underbrush and bushes and walls of thorny branches surrounding you, and in between the ground was filled of orange and gold fallen leaves; up in the canopy, which hadn't been as thick before, the leaves were all dressed for Fall. You stared at it in confusion. "What the hell?" Shit. Even that hurt.

Where were you? Why weren't you in an ambulance with the sirens blaring? You were pretty positive you'd broken quite a few bones, and from that fall, you couldn't not have internal bleeding. So where were you?

You waited, but no one came. When the sky started to darken and the pain began to worsen, you were forced to move, slowly getting up, inch by inch, until you'd managed to be in a sitting position. It felt like all the blood rushed from your head and torso, making you cold in the evening chill. You hugged your right arm to your chest, really wishing you'd've worn arm cuffs or something; your short, high-collared, sleeveless, sky-blue leather jacket over a thin white crop top and a black corset-style belt really weren't meant for chilly weather.

"Hello?" You called out. Your voice carried on, but you got no return call. Blood trickled down your chin from where your lips had rebusted; you were lucky you hadn't bit your tongue off or shattered teeth. "Hey! Help!" Still, nothing. "Hey!"

After a twenty-minute bout of screaming for help, you gave up. You were confused-- so, so, confused. Where were you and why were you here? Where was your family? Where was [F/N]? Where was the coach, and those shitty actors? Hell, where was the rest of the LARP group? You'd even be relieved if Jacob appeared out of nowhere.

The moon had risen by the time you’d made it to your feet. Your ankle wasn't as bad as it was earlier; you could put some weight on it now, even if it wasn't a lot. You must've only sprained it. You tried calling for help a few more times, but only the crickets replied.

Then, they went silent.

You frowned. In books and movies, that was usually a bad sign. What'd caused them to shut up so abruptly? Not aliens, you hoped, like in Signs.

A low growl from behind you-- behind you, dammit-- made your skin crawl. A chill ran down your spine. You turned, slowly, hoping you wouldn't aggravate the wolf or coywolf or whatever it was; it wasn't either of those.

It stood on top of the small cliff, and it was at least the size of a horse. A boar-like coat, dull brown, covered its entire body, spotted in places. Its head was broad and massive, bearing an underbite of fangs and small beady eyes. Drool fell from its jaws as it snarled at you. You were half tempted to try the "Nice doggie" before you seen the rider.

Damn, it was ugly as hell. Small, malformed, with dark green skin and a crooked nose. Greasy, thin hair hung from its wrinkled scalp. Nasty claws protruded from its wart-covered fingers and dug into the horn of some kind of saddle. It sneered with an evil grin, and a mouthful of sharp teeth.

You didn't know what else to do; you took off running at full speed, ignoring the pains shooting up your leg from your sprained ankle. Branches and weeds whipped your skin, trailing blood. You glanced back once. The monster-- which you knew was an orc-- and the giant dog that you couldn't place the name of watched you for a couple of moments more before the orc gave a sharp order in a language you didn't understand, but it felt familiar. Two more of the giant dogs burst from the bushes on either side of the first, and they did give chase. Shit, were they what'd happened to your family? Some whackjob dressed as an orc riding a pitbull on steroids mauled everybody?!

You pushed yourself to run faster. Your heart pounded in your ears. Adrenaline rushed through your veins. Each step jarred your aching body, but you couldn't stop. The dogs were enjoying the chase, keeping their strides slow enough to still be on your heels, but not close enough to get you yet. A new sound-- a river, maybe-- gave you hope, and you tried to move even faster, your lungs burning from the strain.

It was a river you'd heard, but it was down a steep hill filled of arching roots and thorny bushes. You didn't have time to stop; you barreled forward, tripped, and rolled the rest of the way, hurting your body even further. By the time you reached the pebbly shore (With all of the sharp edges of the rocks jabbing into you unnecessarily.), the dogs were halfway down, the orcs riding them laughing like hyenas.

You couldn't swim, but you'd rather take your chances with the river than with the giant pitbulls. You waded in, and were immediately swept off your feet by the strong current. It dragged you under, and you were bashed into some boulders, getting cut up badly. One slammed into your hip, nearly causing you to suck in. Another rammed into your already-broken ribs, and this time, you did scream, getting a huge gulp of water. A crimson cloud engulfed you as something long and sharp burst through your calf. You were pushed up against another boulder, and you grabbed on, hauling yourself out of the water and hanging on for dear life, hacking and coughing out the water that'd filled your lungs.

The dogs had chased you up the shoreline, and the orcs carried shortbows with arrows of dark wood. A glance down and, sure as fuck, they'd hit you with one in the calf, dammit. You looked ahead of you: rapids, a slow and drawn-out death. Ahead of you, probably a very painful death, but hopefully it'd go faster than drowning while being battered to a lifeless corpse.

I should've gone to college.

You squeezed your eyes shut tight and braced yourself for the next arrow, but you were pretty much forced to open them again when you heard the sound of dogs yelping and orcs wailing. One of the dogs was dead, neck slashed open and pouring blood onto the rocks. It had landed on its rider, who struggled beneath its weight. The other dog had taken off, but its rider had an arrow jutting out of its face.

A troop of warriors, clad in forest-colored tunics of dark browns, greens, and grays had appeared in the second you'd closed your eyes. Every one of them had long, straight hair, braided away from their faces. Most had a quiver of arrows and a longbow, but some, like the one who'd killed the dog, had a curved longsword. Others still had long knives. Compared to the dark orcs, these people seemed to almost be made of light...

Oh shit.

Elves. These were Elves.You could see it clearly now, in the way they carried themselves: regal, majestic, every move perfectly balanced and smooth. Their ears were pointed, but not drastically like the ones from Zelda, and they were taller than most average men. You were in awe.

These were some damn good actors.

No, they couldn't be actors. That clicked, finally. Especially when you were able to see the one that'd killed the dog slice off the struggling orc's head cleanly and deftly before kicking it into the river. Thankfully, it didn't come near you.

Shit. These were real orcs, real giant bloodthirsty dogs, real Elves... This was all real. But how...?

You heard the sound of a bowstring being pulled taut, much closer to you. You couldn't exactly whip around in your current state, but you still moved as fast as you could. Another Elf, standing on the flat rocks halfway across the river, no less than thirty feet away. How the hell did he get there?!

After the initial shock passed, you realized there was an arrow nocked in the bow. You'd already felt one once in the last ten minutes, you didn't need to feel it again, so you stayed still. He watched you with eyes so blue you could see them from where you were. He was illuminated from the side by the moon, giving him an almost ethereal appearance. His hair was somewhere between platinum and very light blonde, and a quiver of orange-feathered arrows hung over two identical sheaths for ivory-handled long knives. His bow was almost as gorgeous as he was: dark wood engraved with golden leaf designs. His tunic was dark green, and you admired his fancy Elven belts and buckles and bracers for a second before your eyes were drawn back to his face, the profile of which was almost... Dished, in a way, like an Arabian horse's. Your eyes locked, and you felt as if you'd seen him somewhere before...

An Elf on the shoreline spoke, breaking the trance. You couldn't understand what exactly he said; you could've swore you knew some Elvish...

The Elf staring you down watched you for a minute longer, then jerked his bow toward you in gesture, shouting an order to one of his comrades. His voice sounded so familiar... It was on the tip of your brain... It was deep and soft and gentle and commanding all at once. You couldn't explain it. Two Elves followed his order, nimbly leaping from tiny rock to tiny rock to get to where he was, then past him, coming to you. Their weapons were sheathed, so you hoped they were going to help you instead of kicking you into the water or something.

Carefully, noticing how banged up you were, they grabbed you underneath of the arms and lifted you onto the flat rocks the blue-eyed Elf stood on, still ready to fire, and stepped back as you coughed up some water in a delayed reaction to nearly drowning.

When you finished, your eyes felt like they wanted to close on their own. You felt too tired, too weak, too pained... Despite that, you sat up, shivering in the chilly evening air. "Th-thank you..." With a start, you realized they might not even understand English.

"Who are you?" The blue-eyed Elf demanded. "Answer me quickly; do not think we cannot throw you back to the river."

Shit. Pressure. Suddenly you forgot your name for a split second. "I-I'm [Y/N]."

"What are you doing in these lands?"

"I was chased," You looked pointedly at the dog and orc.

The Elf watched you for a minute, judging you... He signaled. "Throw them back into the river." Suddenly, you were being dragged.

Aw, fuck. You struggled against the Elf's strong grips. "W-wait! I don't even know where I am! The last thing I knew I was playing a game with my family and I fell out of a tree! All of a sudden I'm being chased by giant dogs and being manhandled by a couple of Elvish pri--!" You were cut off by a bought of coughing that wracked your body so hard that you doubled in on yourself, pulling the Elves down with you. Your eyes widened when blood trickled out of your mouth, leaving crimson droplets on the rocks. Shit.

The blue-eyed Elf ordered something in their tongue, and the two dragging you halted on a dime. He finally decided to lower his bow a little, inspecting you. "Are there more of you?"

You shook your head; you were getting dizzy, and your vision was blacking out. "I-I don't know... I was alone when I woke up."

The Elves conversed in their own language for a few minutes, and the blue-eyed Elf finally came to the conclusion that you weren't much of a threat in your current state. He looked to the Elves on the shoreline, and gestured at one of the ones holding you, who then scooped you up bridal style, but like you were the ugliest bride he'd ever seen. "Und win'doheim!" Shouted the blue-eyed Elf, obviously the one in charge, and lead the progression back to the forest.

I should never have gotten out of bed today...

Despite the crazy situation, you managed to doze off a few times on the Elf that carried you, until a coughing fit or pain would wake you up. A fever spiked up as you crossed a bridge, and you were half out of it as you entered some kind of woody building surrounded by trees and rivers that you couldn't comprehend very well in your feverish state. You were panting and wheezing, and couldn't see straight. It all seemed so surreal, like you were viewing this from somebody else's perspective. This had to be a dream... A very vivid, very painful dream...

The last thing you remembered was Elvish chanting, golden and white lights surrounding you, and the silhouettes of the Elves. Your pain faded, and you fell into a forced sleep.

When you woke up, a breath of relief whooshed out of your lungs. It was a dream! It was all a dream! It was night, and your nighlight had gone out, but your hall light was still on. You turned over to see what time it was, but your nightstand was gone. So was your window, and shelves and desk and computer and all of your things. Your bed was different. Your relief dissipated to terror.

Fuck. It wasn't a dream.

You were in a small room. An orange-hued light came through the low doorway, and the dark walls were ridged, as if carved from the earth itself. You felt the remains of your injuries from earlier-- or days ago, you couldn't tell how much time had passed-- as throbbing remains. Your clothes were still ripped and bloodstained, and as you stood up, it felt like you were just coming off of the flu.

Wobbly, you staggered over to the doorway, hoping to find somebody that definitely wasn't an orc or Elf.

You slammed face-first into elaborately crafted iron bars.

Outside of them, fully-armored Elves patrolled on small ledges beside the spiraling rows upon rows of cells like yours. This was a dungeon.

...Well shit.

Tag List: @tesserphantom @thedragonghostofmordor @taurlel @hauntedsiriel

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lorerys · 4 years

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Tagged by @charoban (I can’t find your main blog in the mention suggestions D:)

Thank you so much for tagging!! ( ´ ▽ ` )

Rules: Answer the questions and tag 10 followers you’d like to get to know better!

Name? Dana

Birth year? 1992

Sign? Leo/Virgo cusp

Height? 1.62 m / 5′3 feet

Put your playlist on shuffle and list the first four songs:

Undertale MEGAMIX - Spider Rave

Mayumi Morinaga feat. Another Infinity - Glitter (Starving Trancer Remix)

Silent Hill - Hell Frozen Rain

Rachel Rose Mitchell - Hey Alice

Grab the nearest book, turn to page 23, what’s the 17th line?

“De akkor se adjatok fel minden reményt. Mert ki tudja, mit hoz a holnap.” J. R. R. Tolkien: The Lord of the Rings - The Two Towers

(I couldn’t find any book in English, only in Hungarian. It’s the part when Legolas says to not give up hope because no one knows what tomorrow brings.)

Ever had a song or a poem written about you?

Yes, poems by my ex.

When was the last time you played air guitar?

Not in this life.

Celebrity Crush(es)?

I can crush characters (like, Jon Snow. until last season), but I’ve never crushed the actors/actresses/any celebrities. I remember school when my classmates were crazy about band members or actors and I just stood there watching them awkwardly as the one dork who has no idea how it works.

What’s a sound you hate/love?

Hate: thunder from close. I easily get nervous as I’m extremely scared of heavy storms, especially since the ghost town incident.

Love: rain. I love watching/listening to it while I’m inside a warm room with hot chocolate or tea. It also helps me in falling asleep.

Do you believe in ghosts?

Yes, absolutely! I’m really interested in the paranormal but I don’t believe most of the videos/photos on the internet, though I enjoy watching paranormal Youtube channels. I once had a terrible experience of spending the night in a hailstorm in a ghost town far from the nearest village and there were some very freaky moments. Our group separated (best decision ever) and at 2 am we heard someone walking up the stairs towards us. But imagine making every step in a really loud, really slow noise. It made me anxious to the point I grabbed something from the debris and told my friend to run to the others. As we ran, we saw no one and everyone from the group was inside the big room on the other end of the corridor, so it wasn’t them. Then the whole night we heard scratchings on the walls and finally, it was dawn and we got the hell out of there.

Do you believe in aliens?

Yes. I think it’s impossible that we are the only intelligent lifeform in existence. But I’d rather meet a ghost than an alien because I find them waaay creepier than ghosts.

Do you drive?

No. The responsibility that comes with driving is overwhelming to me so I use public transport.

Last book you read?

The GW2 book about Destiny’s Edge. I haven’t finished yet, I’m about in the middle when they are fighting in Lion’s Arch. I’m reading it in Hungarian and I’m cringing when they changed some of the names, even "Brimstone”. I wonder if they did this in other language translations. I can’t take “Kénkő Rytlock” seriously.

Do you like the smell of gasoline?

No. D:

The last movie you saw?

It Chapter Two (2019)

Do you have any obsessions rn?

Guild Wars 2. During work, uni, even while sleeping, I keep making headcanons about my characters and draw doodles when I can. I always need a story to be obsessed with, especially when my life is stressful like now. So I choose a fandom and make a story, or I delve into my own story, creating is my life fuel.

Do you tend to hold grudges?

I’m likely to, but in the Myers-Briggs personality typology I’m an INFJ and I can confirm the “INFJ door slam” thing is real. I can give a second chance if they improve but once someone hurts me badly and I see no change, I manage to completely shut them out of my life, forever. It’s painful, but I’d rather hurt myself by my decision temporarily than let someone else keep hurting me. When I’m through this point, becoming neutral is worse and more effective than holding hatred.

Tagging (I’m sorry and pls ignore if you’d not like to do it):

@resonatingfern @sylvari-bouquet @astralarias @indigo-montari @gulmontjonty @likemesomesalads @duskroots @procession-of-blades @fire-orchid @szallejh

#vixdell things #long post

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hobbitunderthemountain · 6 years

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@bisexual-turin tagged me!! (chelle!! I didn’t know you had a tolkien sideblog!!! AAAAAA)

rules: choose any three fandoms (in random order) and answer the questions, then tag 10 people you want to know better

I mean I know y’all pretty well but this is fun so..... IF Y’ALL WANT TO... I TAG @lesbiankiliel, @chibistarlyte, @lovelylilpup, @bagginshieldisreal, @fishfingersandscarves, @gaaladrieel, @sarkastically, @strawberrylaugh, @knightjeran and @thefaerie!!

i choose:

tolkien (probably specifically the hobbit)

star wars

ATLA/LOK

the first character you loved:

honestly?? probably frodo?? OR SAM

I CAN’T REMEMBER I mean probably Leia?

AANG FOR SURE

the character you never expected to love so much:

lmao probably thorin i don’t remember having much of an opinion about him at first other than he was boring and now i would Die™ for him

ANAKIN my current love only sprang up again while rediscovering the fandom so uhhh

ZUKOOOO i mean i started at the beginning when it was airing so I was not feeling angry bald ponytail man and then we came out of the series finale and he is one of my absolute faves jfc

the character you relate to the most:

bilbo baggins.... wanting to go on adventures but also i just wanna stay home in my comfy armchair and eat 7 times a day tbh??

OH GOD uh I’m gonna say Hera bc i’m the Mom Friend™ half the time also I don’t know if I want to be w her or be her

my gut says aang bc he’s so positive and i always try to stay positive!!! but again probably more like katara bc Mom Friend Who Cares Too Much About Everything™

the character you’d slap:

azog/bolg can meet me in the pIT

kyle ron (i’m leaving this answer bc same)

UH OZAI FOR SURE or vaatu if I’m thinking about LOK

three favorite characters (in order of preference):

bilbo, thorin, frodo...yknow... the fam......

HERA, ahsoka, kanan???

zuko, aang, sokka UGH CAN I JUST SAY THE WHOLE GANG katara, suki, toph, mai, ty lee.....

a character you liked at first but don’t anymore:

oh god uhhh... none really? everyone i loved at the start i still love?? maybe legolas only because my friend was obsessed with orlando bloom/legolas so much in middle school so i got roped into the obsession and it’s not there much any more but uhhh i still fuckin love him ghdfds

JEEZ lmao maybe jar jar bc i was a kid when i saw them and i thought he was funny and uhhh

MAKO........ i still appreciate him.... but uh I thought he’d be another Zuko at first and I just got super irritated w him by the end of s2 but again I don’t hate him I still actually really like his character when he’s not in the middle of a love triangle :))

a character you did not like at first but now do:

PROBABLY BOROMIR?? i remembered not caring for him at all when i first saw the movie and since then everything makes me love him more and more

this relates back up to the ‘never expected’ question.... Anakin again, only cause I thought he was whiny and irritating and now i’m just like.... my poor emo boy he just wants a family and happiness and feels 590324 emotions at once and he was manipulated ridiculously can we just give him a happy ending already

Asami?? I remember just being irritated with her being introduced just to be a love triangle for no reason and now she is THE BEST

three otps:

BAGGINSHIELD, kiliel, gimlas, sam/frodo

omg too many.... KANERA, BAZECHIRRUT, anidala, rosefinnreypoe...

KATAANG & KORRASAMI also maiko... sukka...

three nonromantic relationships

thorin & dis?? (i know she’s not in canon much but i love the fanon interpretation of their relationship) fili & kili (ALL THE DURIN FEELS), bilbo & frodo

sabine & ezra, anakin & obi wan & ahsoka & padme....

aang & zuko, katara & toph, mako & bolin!!

#THANKS BAB!!!#chirrutbaze #bisexualturin

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aleatoryalarmalligator · 7 years

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Life Story - Part 24

Ava joined our group of friends in the winter of 02′ and for some part of my life, she became my best friend. She had spent the last year since she had moved from Moscow being a part of the popular group of girls in our class and i had never said anything to her at all. She was bored of those girls I think, or had gone through them all one at a time till they were done with her. She never fit in with them, since she was heavy. We were all amused as she told us all about how strange and insecure the popular girls actually were when they were home. It made me feel normal. Ava was incredibly funny and energetic, almost too much. She was an addictive character you don’t meet everyday and could really throw you off course – in a good way most of the time, but if you were around her too long, your identity would begin to disappear. She could break people's resolve very easily, which is why I became friends with her so quickly, when ordinarily I am the sort of person who takes a lot of time to make new friends. She would give you that feeling you might get when you have been laughing hysterically for hours with people, and everything seems funny to you and you have kind of lost grip of yourself and something feels wrong but your brain is filled with happy dope.

It had it's pros and cons. We ended up getting along great since we were both very strange. I would come up with some insane comedy routine and ideas - i would make up characters and scenarios, and Ava would just pull out this insane impromptu reactions and additions i would never think of or would not imagine being acted out in such a way to what I had said, and people legitimately thought we were both completely insane. Something was always greedy and gleeful in her eyes - a little crazy. She had a way of demanding attention. I remember I was quite nervous to reach out and try to befriend her, but I called her and she instantly took well to it. I don’t think i had ever gotten so close to another person that fast.

Ava lived in the hills above Kendrick, miles away from civilization, close enough to where she could have gone to the Moscow high school instead. For whatever reason she decided to attend Kendrick's school. Her father was a well known geologist. He worked at the University of Idaho, and the other half the time he was down in Brazil or Argentina or someplace doing rock stuff. The house they owned was pretty nice. It was old like my house was. But it was in the middle of a field that stretched as far as the eye could see. Going off the highway. You would drive onto one gravel road, that was really more of a farmer's road. You would drive for ten miles out into this field, and then you would take yet another more gravelly gravel road and drive another two miles, and you would be at her place. The surroundings were bleak. The home was well furnished. She had one older sister named Ana, but she was in college. A few dogs.

Her mom was kind of distant and moody. I never really did understand that lady. She never seemed to leave the house, instead she would sit outside and look out at the fields listening to NPR until the sun went down. She was a retired social worker and she was unprofessional in that she told people her client’s secrets because she was kind of judgy that way.. In her youth, she had partied with Janis Joplin and Jimi Hendrix. Then she had moved to England for ten years, and eventually came back and settled in Moscow, before retiring to look out over the barren wheat fields. It didn't seem like she had any visitors. Once every couple of years she would travel to France or Italy. And maybe once every three months, she would attend another rich person's party. Ava always bragged that her mom was friends with Steve Miller. Yet, as much as I don't understand why she was here of all places, I suppose it really was a good thing elite liberal families to move to rural places like this. It fights back the culture of red solo cups, conservative values, and Kid Rock and the like.

Their home had two living rooms, and a sitting room. And all these other rooms. It was really a nice place. Ava had a lot of Italian and Greek in her blood, and their kitchen had a lot of Toulouse-Lautrec paintings and the like. There was also a smaller home off the property, a barn for her two horses, and this other little building that looked like a tattered barn, but inside it was actually an opulent mini mansion that was her father's study. It had bookshelves up to the ceiling, classy lighting. Years later I was watching the television show Hannibal, and it looked a little like Hannibal's office. And past that, there was this pond that was actually slimy and disgusting but I ended up swimming in it anyway that summer. It was filled to the brim with bold catfish who would try to eat you if you stayed still for too long. One of Ava's horses was named Molly. She was old, and pretty nice. The other one was this Arabian horse named Chimo. Chimo was the fucking devil. When Ava was showing me her barn one time, he galloped up to me, and he tried to bite my face with his big awful teeth. Ava always had to shove him away roughly for him to not try to hurt people. And then she would always tell you that he didn't mean it, and he would never hurt anyone – but yes, yes he would. He was the devil.

Despite Ava's nice house, I always grew bored and weary up there. For one thing, it was far out of the way of anything remotely fun. The store was twenty five miles back into Kendrick. There were no trees. The nearest neighbors were three miles away, and they were old farmers. Ava and her mom had a strange relationship. I didn't get it at all. Ava's mom might come up and ask Ava if she wanted some ice cream, in a very calm voice. Ava would fly off the handle FUCK YOU MOM! And then her mom would calmly walk away and say Okay Avaaaaah. She always said Ava's name really long. Then, Ava would make a small mistake like accidentally rip a page in a book, and her mom would freak out at her, call her a fat cow and fly into this rage over something that seemed to me as incredibly petty. But then, if Ava accidentally burned down a barn – she didn't do this, but she was very unruly and did a lot of things like this – her mom would just sigh and would not reprimand her in any way. I didn't get it. I think it made Ava a little crazy. On one hand, she was spoiled rotten, and on the other, her mom was at random intervals, verbally abusive.

Ava's dad was nice when he was around – which was infrequently, but very loopy to me. I had heard that he had some kind of mental disorder that had made him dangerous, but was now treated so long as he took his medication. He always seemed a bit off, but I understand it's the price you pay when you have a mental illness sometimes. He had had a rough life. He had been disowned by his family. They had made all their money on illegal cheating on horse racing back in the early 20th century, and had sided with Hitler in Nazi Germany, and were a part of the Nazi party themselves when WW2 happened. His mother had been a Nazi youth who had met Hitler. And they still agreed with the Nazis to this day. Ava's dad had tried to become a painter, and they had scoffed at him and took his funding away. He hated his family, understandably and never spoke to them again. I think he probably had Bipolar. I can't say for certain, but he seemed to be that way. Ava was larger like him, she had his dark hair, and his thicker build.

I would get uncomfortable at Ava's house because she would ask you what you wanted to do, and then when you said something she didn't want to hear she started getting aggravated and upset and before you know it she would start calling herself a stupid bitch over and over. So, you would feel nervous, stuck up in the hills, not being able to casually go home, with Ava, her mother and father all in their strange modes. Ava was also OBSESSED with Orlando Bloom. Ava jumped from crush to crush pretty frequently, but Orlando Bloom was god to her. She had posters of him all over her wall, some as Legolas and others not, as well as one of Heath Ledger in A Knight's Tale. She went to see Lord of the Rings herself probably forty times. And she wrote Orlando Bloom about three times a week. He never wrote her back. Over the course of that winter, she was becoming more and more depressed, as though he were her husband and he was willfully ignoring her. In her mind, she was meant to be with Orlando Bloom. There could be no other way. When Ava didn't get her way, or felt bad about herself at all, this dark cloud would descend and she would begin accusing everyone of hating her. It was strange to be accused of hating her because Orlando Bloom was not writing her back.

As it happened, there was this senior in the school named Brandon who looked like Orlando Bloom in the vaguest of ways. He was probably the coolest kid to have gone to Kendrick high school. He ended up meeting an Irish girl and moving to Ireland. Ava liked him also, but it was really just a surrogate kind of deal. His mother had a party one time, and she and her mother had been invited. At this party, she met this guy who knew some of the people who had worked on set with the LOTR cast, and he himself had auditioned for the role of Legolas. He had seen Orlando come on set. She was absolutely crazy about this connection and was dearly hoping it would bring her closer to Orlando Bloom.

She ate a lot. She actually ate more than me. She would eat three bowls of cereal, an omelet, two sandwiches, a wheel of cheese, three large cups of milk, ten cookies, and a gallon of ice cream in one go. I felt awkward and tried to eat all this with her but despite the fact that I had a large appetite myself, I was floored at the end of the omelet. But if you stopped eating, she would start calling herself fat and being really awkward and start saying you were calling her fat, so you had to eat. And sometimes at school, she would get really upset about how heavy she was. She would throw tantrums at Sarah and Katie because they were tiny and didn't understand what it meant to be fat. Eventually, I remember in an attempt to even things out, I was like 'Ava, I am fat too. I think if I was going to lose weight I would probably need to go on a diet. We aren't born with the same bodies'. This was the first time I had ever suggested to myself that I needed a diet, and it also made Ava furious at me for a short time.

She also had a few ingrown hairs (often happens to girls with course dark hair) on her legs, and she would pick at these ingrown hairs till they were scabs. Any blemish that was on her body, besides her face she would pick at till they bled. So for a time, she was covered in scabs. And she thought she had a disease. But we all watched her pick at them. I think Ava was suffering from a personality disorder at the time. And she would call herself ugly, and she wasn't ugly in the least. She had a gorgeous face, and in a certain angle she could look like Gwen Stephani a little bit. It really was hard to be her friend sometimes. I really liked her because she was very fun, and dynamic and interesting. She was probably the most likeable person I had ever met up to that point. Adults hated her because she was unruly and she would always accidentally break things. She got complained about for yelling. But it was so funny you really could not tell her to stop.

Ava first befriended Katie, and this was the beginning of the eventual undoing of Katie. Katie was gullible. Ava and Katie hung out a bunch together. There was one time where Katie chewed Ava out, when Ava foolishly grabbed Katie's rifle and began pointing it at everyone. Katie took the rifle away and was very angry. To Katie's credit, she was and probably still is as responsible as a person can be with a deadly weapon. But other than that, she sort of singled Katie out, and befriended her for about a month. They ran around learning Middle Earth language. When she got Katie alone and in a trusting situation, she started telling Katie that Samantha and Sarah were against her, and probably me too, but honestly nobody ever went against me because perhaps I was too small a fish. Nothing was actually going on of course. Nobody hated Katie. Ava was taking small things and making them huge and embellishing on them to turn Katie against us and make her act out. Ava was in her own way, intentionally wrecking the group so she could dominate it. Katie was a gullible trusting person and she believed every word of this nonsense. So there was this bizarre weekend where Katie and Ava were together and sending angry emails to Sarah and Samantha. I sat drawing at the table, not really sure what the hell everyone was so mad about.

When Ava had Katie good and upset, she then turned on Katie and came back to Sarah's side. I really didn't see it like this then. It took me a few years later to track all of Ava's moves and fully realize the game. This left Katie feeling mistrustful and permanently alone. Poor Katie stopped smiling and would sometimes walk away from us upset. I tried to talk to her, but she would just say she was depressed. I don't think she even understood what had happened, or ever questioned Ava's intent or that she might have been lying.

Katie also started getting mad because she felt that Ava and Sarah had both at times drawn realistic art, and Katie felt that realism was hers. This only made her seem more ridiculous to Sarah, who wasn't really interested in realistic art at the time. We couldn't help but make jokes when we turned on Public Television and Bob Ross would be painting something realistic. 'Oh look, he's stealing from Katie. He can't do that!' Katie's mom also didn't want me to come over to visit ever again when I accidentally tracked mud on their carpet. So it was hard for me at least, to get Katie alone so I could ask what was wrong. Ava in the mean time was now going to befriend Sarah. Samantha wasn't really buying any of this. She didn't think Ava was as funny as we thought she was, and Sam at this time was starting to care more about boys (will get into this later). So now Ava was kind of the dominant leader of Sarah and me. Not completely, but kind of.

Honestly, sometimes I just kind of wanted it to just be Sarah and I again. Neither one of us really started problems that bad. Since Sarah had stopped insulting me, we got along great. We would spend hours playing Final Fantasy 9 or Zelda for 64, eating popcorn and chocolate covered raisins or draw and talk about our comics. We would stay up late and ask each other questions about the boys we liked. There was never any conflict. It wasn't easy, but I would generally try to tell her if I was upset with her. And we both pondered about life just a little more thoughtfully, and had the same strange experiences. One time, Sarah and I were talking on the phone and someone in her basement picked up the basement phone and said something to us. It was a man's voice. We could tell it was her phone because there was this certain way that it clicked when it came on that was distinct. But there was nobody downstairs. The doors were all locked, and you could look and see the doors from the upstairs. Things like that always happened to Sarah and I.

Samantha had become very infatuated with some guy named Samuel who lived in Texas. She had met him on a chatroom. She was intent on marrying him. Andy no longer meant much to her. Around this same time, there was an assembly, because we had this guest theater group from Lewiston come to do a show. Basically, it was like, three stories of twenty-odd year old actors and actresses acting like they were teenagers in 'teen' situations. One took drugs, one drove drunk and the other got pregnant. They were these highly emotional, highly charged scenes of fighting and internal dialogue until the worst of the worst was upon them. And the actors would scream and cry. In the end, the druggy one overdosed and almost died, the drunk driving teen accidentally got into an accident and killed someone, and the pregnant teenager was all well, pregnant. And in the end, the actors/actresses would cry out THIS IS REAL! This Is Real Life, and they would convince you for a few moments that they were just acting out what had actually happened. We were all blown away at the time, but it was actually rather corny.

Anyway, after this, they basically said at one point that teenagers were not capable of being in love. Which is bullshit. But that was their argument for abstinence. So, Samantha did something I did not expect. She stood up and boldly argued that they were wrong before the whole school. It really became a debate that the actors and actresses lost. Sam really broke it down. At first, I had just kind of assumed the actors were right, and then she addressed it by breaking it down to what they meant, and in a way that made me realize that I had been wrong. It was really an interesting moment for me, and I really admired her bravery. So I called Sam after school to tell her what a great job I had thought she had done, and also that I really believed in her relationship with this Samuel fellow. We got to talking, and we had not been that close since kindergarten, honestly. She started complaining about Sarah though. And once she started, she could not stop. It was really strange. All these years, Sam had disliked me, and liked Sarah. Now, she was fond of me and she hated Sarah secretly. It was all very strange to me. She complained about some really small stuff. There was one time where Sarah's breath had smelled, and she had told Sarah, and Sarah had said she had eaten garlic that morning. Sam was adamant that Sarah had been lying, and had in fact, not brushed her teeth. She was REALLY mad because she felt that Sarah had scratched her Eminem Show cd. After awhile, she was starting to sound obsessed with bashing on Sarah. And of course, I was told not to tell anyone

I kind of broke down and told Sarah. I felt like it was only fair for Sarah to address herself to Samantha. It didn't seem healthy for Sam to vent at me, and I didn't want to hate Sarah. So I told Sarah, who would talk to Sam about it, and I knew that Sam would be furious at me for having told Sarah what she had said (that might be the most 8th gradery sentence I have written in awhile). And so for that very brief time, Sam and I were friends again, but it was over before it ever really began, and we went back to mild tolerance for the rest of the time I knew her. I probably did the right thing, but heck, it doesn't matter anymore. And who but I would hold onto such pointless information?

School dragged along. There was a Drug Free after school club that was started for the seventh, eighth, and ninth grade. Kyle joined, my friends did, and so I did too. We had to take a pee test to prove we were drug free. The class was mostly an excuse for all of us to get together and cook up fried Twinkies and snicker bars every two weeks. Mrs. Kerrick had started it. I liked Mrs. Kerrick, though we were never really all that close. She taught both my math and earth science classes. She was pretty competent when it came to teaching. But people laughed at her because she was very heavy, and she dressed somewhat provocatively. I never really cared, but she also flirted with the teenage boys. It got to be pretty carried away. She would insinuate things. Anyway, I eventually got kicked out of the Drug Free thing.

The reason for that was, that in earth science we were all supposed to group up with the person sitting nearest to us and take chemicals and make them crystallize. It had something to do with learning about the earths molten rocks that dried. Everyone was kind of rowdy. I ended up with Karlie (as you will remember her as the unwell girl from 7th who used to talk to me). Karlie and I paired up, and Mrs. Kerrick told us all very seriously that we were not for any reason at all, to drink or eat any of the chemicals in the box. But as we all worked on making our crystal things, I looked over, and there was Zack, taking spoonfuls of this stuff and drinking it in the hopes I imagine of getting high. I thought that was pretty funny, so for shock value, I pretended to Karlie that I had drank the poison as well. Obviously it wasn't poisonous else Zack would have keeled over, and I just was making a joke. I hadn't taken any of it in, I just moved the spoon away from my mouth to make it seem as though I had taken a bite.

Karlie said OH MY GOD! YOU DRANK IT! And I hadn't. I assured her I was joking, but she ran up to the desk and pointed at me and told Mrs. Kerrick something, and then Mrs. Kerrick looked fatigued and panicked and she ran me into the hallway and said we were going to have to call some poison control people and take me to the emergency room. It took everything I had just to convince her that I had been joking. She barely believed me, but gave in due to it being her worst nightmare. It really gave her a fright, and I felt very embarrassed. She gave me a detention anyway – which I took, because it would at least be a new packet other than Ten O'clock Tim or whatever, and told me not to come to the next Drug Free party. I suppose I could have gone anyway, and she would not have kicked me out. I could have gone to the one after that, but I just decided to quit. I wasn't mad at her at all. She was just honestly panicked, quite understandably. The joke was harmless, but it was dumb. And as far as I know, Zack never died, despite eating the stuff like pudding. I never knew if he got high off it though.

I asked Karlie why she hadn't told on Zack. She didn't say much. I think it was probably because she had a crush on him. Rumor has it, she had written this twelve page fan fiction of Zack having bizarre standing up sex on the beach with her. Someone had stolen it from Karlie and gave it to Zack. I could tell that she was sort of crazy about him by the way that she looked at him all the time.

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meg2md · 6 years

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I’m listening to Kanye and I’m getting hit by waaaaves and waaaaves of nostalgia from my college days when I was heavier and fatter but squatting a and benching a decent amount of weight for my size. This was back before I got injured five ways to Sunday because of my bad genetics (I’m predisposed to tendon problems) and poor self-care (read: never stretching). So here I am in my bedroom at home blasting Yeezus on my Bluetooth speaker and feeling that slight tingling in my left elbow from my lifting injury years ago as I do stupid strengthening exercises with my FlexBar that I only bought to help with the lateral epicondylosis in my other elbow. Better than nothing, I guess?

But lately I’ve been reading a lot of books about bad-ass protagonists being badass and it just really makes me want to be badass and the only way I know how to is being in the gym pushing myself as far as I’ll go. Fuck brains, I want brawn. I want to look like I lift, and more importantly, I want to be able to kick ass.

The hard part is that I’m prone to pushing myself too far. Like, to the point of getting injured. So while I technically “surpass my limitations” temporarily, I always end up worse than where I started. I do that in school and even in my hobbies - I push and push and push until I break. Last night after reading a particularly motivating couple chapters in my book, I went to the gym, hopped on the AMT, and got my heart rate up to 80-90+% of my max and kept it there the entire time - and that was the first time I’ve done dedicated cardio in months.

But I hate “half-assing” things when I get like this. It’s like, because my tunnel-vision goal is to be able to squat heavy again, doing these dumb FlexBar exercises or going to yoga or stretching (or even going to the gym and doing dumbbell goblet squats or something not as “intense” as the barbell) makes me feel like I’m wasting my time. I get into this huge “go hard or go home” mode and while it’s GREAT for getting things done and taking large steps towards my goals, it’s also fucking distracting. It’s all I could think about at work today. I was supposed to be doing my job and it was really hard to do with visualizations of me squatting 300+ lbs and looking like a warrior goddess in my head. Not that I’ll ever squat that much because of my weak-ass tendons and joints (ugh) but still

And then I want to read my book but I get sooooo side-tracked because again, I want to be that cool! I want to be that strong! I want to go out and be a hero! But instead I’m just Meg, and as stupid as it sounds, sometimes that’s really hard to reconcile. Lol. I’ve been this way since I was little, back, for example, when I was impossibly obsessed with The Lord of the Rings. Between reading the books and watching the movies a gazillion times, between writing fan-fiction and working out to “Elven Warrior”-themed playlists, I constructed these grand fantasies in my head where I was the hero. Which I know almost everyone does at some point or another, but the point is that besides just being fantasies, they totally consumed me. And while they did awesome things like get me interested in exercise and eating right, they also provided too much of an escape. Like, I didn’t fucking want to live here. I wanted to live in Middle Earth so badly it actually hurt. When I got towards the end of high school and started college, those compulsions gradually wound down until they were completely gone, and I thought it was just one of those things I’d grown out of.

But uhh, nope. Here I am, feeling these things just as strongly as when I pretended I was a beautiful, deadly half-elven warrior from Rivendell who’d ran away as a child to join a guard of Mirkwood elves and where I eventually met my soulmate Legolas, son of Thranduil

....yeah eventually I’ll simmer down, I think. and tl;dr I want to squat heavy again lmao

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briannacarrasco-blog1 · 7 years

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The girl with curly brown hair down to her lower back collected her belongings in her tiny, bejeweled handbag. The girl’s pale cheeks were flushed pink and a thin sheen of sweat beaded her upper lip. While looking at her reflection in the mirror of the dimly lit washroom, Madison thought about how annoyed she was that she had wasted her good outfit–a short jean shirt and a bubblegum pink tank top–on a horrible date like this.

Sam was nice and all, but all he talked about during dinner was his pet cat, Legolas, and his obsession with The Lord of the Rings–two things that Madison did not care about. She was more of a Keeping Up with the Kardashians type of girl, and she hated animals. After dinner, Sam suggested going back to his house to “Netflix and chill,” which Madison thought was a great idea, knowing that “Netflix and chill" didn’t really mean watching Netflix at all. Well, at least to her. But when they arrived at Sam’s house, he opened Netflix on his XBOX and said “Most people like to watch The Hobbit first, since it’s the prequel, but we’ll start with The Lord of the Rings. You’re going to love it.”

But she didn’t, which is why she was in his washroom trying to find ways to escape before he started teaching her the languages of Middle Earth.

With her tiny purse filled with makeup, her phone, and credit card in one shaking hand, Madison used the other hand to budge open the stiff bathroom window above the toilet, which opened to the back of Sam’s one story bungalow.

The window opened to the ice-cold wind and Madison cursed herself for deciding to wear a tank top in Canada’s bone-chilling winter. Madison glanced up at the half moon clouded with dark grey fog and once again she wondered how she got into this situation.

“Did you make it out!?” Madison’s iPhone buzzed with a text message from her best friend, Katy.

“I’m at the back window right now. I can’t wait to escape this awful date.” Madison’s finger quickly leaped over the keyboard. Then she added, “I think he writes Gollum/reader fanfiction.”

“Oh, God.” Katy wrote back. “I’m parked down the street in my Jeep. See you there in 10.”

“Madison, are you coming back?” Sam called from his place on the living room sofa. “You’re missing the best part!”

No. I’m not coming back. Madison thought as she stuck one leg out of the bathroom window. And I never will.

While Madison was trying to figure out how to get her other leg out of the window without exposing her underwear, Michael was on the other side of town, crying over the death of his wife.

He sat in the rocking chair that he and his wife had owned for 50 years, the moonlight pouring in through the window behind him. Tears rolled silently down his cheeks as he remembered his wife, Angela, sitting in this same rocking chair 35 years ago, nursing their daughter Elizabeth. He would do anything to go back to that moment, to see Angela alive again. And just a month ago, before the cancer infected her fragile body, she was.

Michael thought of all the nasty curse words he would yell at cancer if it had a physical form, but that didn’t make things better. Every day since Angela’s death, he had shed tears that wet the sagging dark brown skin on his aging face. He was waiting for it to get better, for the pain to suddenly disappear, but so far it hadn’t.

Instead, he would stare at their wedding picture for hours on end, and imagined a time when Angela was filled with life.

Suddenly, Michael’s home phone rang, snapping him out of his daze. He reached over the coffee table and picked it up, whispering a tired “Hello?” into the microphone.

“Dad!” said the voice of Elizabeth, breathy and high-pitched. “It’s time. We’re going to the hospital. My water just broke.”

Michael jumped out of his chair, his heart rate accelerating. “Oh my god. The baby’s coming? But it’s too early.”

“I know!” Elizabeth said. “But it’s definitely coming. I’m in the early stages of labour, but Tom’s driving me to the hospital.”

Instantly the tears on Michael’s face dried. “I’ll meet you right there.” He told her. After setting down the phone in a hurry, Michael threw on a long grey coat over the pajamas he had been wearing for the last two weeks and fumbled to find the keys to his car. The thought of his only daughter about to bring life into the world lingered in his mind. He thought of the grand child he would soon get to meet.

“I wish you could be here to see this, Angela.” Michael whispered to the dark night sky above him.

While Michael hurriedly got into his car, Christine was in the house next door, planning the murder of her husband.

Except Mark was really her ex-husband. And she wasn’t actually planning his murder. But sometimes she got so angry at him that that the thoughts of him getting run over by a car, or accidentally falling off his third-floor balcony didn’t seem so bad.

Christine sat perched on her front porch and watched her next door neighbor speed off down the street lit by streetlamps in his BMW. He drove fast for such an old man.

On her lap sat her laptop, opened to the Facebook page of a girl named Violetta Williams. Williams was also Christine’s last name, because she still hadn’t returned to her maiden name after her husband left her two years ago for a younger, prettier woman named Violetta. Violetta was fresh out of law school, had a blog dedicated to vegan recipes, and went to a yoga class before work every morning. Christine found all that out by snooping on Violetta’s Facebook page at least once a day.

Now, right in front of Christine’s eyes was a picture of Violetta and Mark. Mark was standing behind Violetta with his arms wrapped around her, picture-perfect smiles plastered on both of their faces.

“Mark and I are so happy to announce I am 12 weeks pregnant. We are so excited to be welcoming a new life into the world. Thank you for all the positive messages! Don��t forget to check out my blog for my most recent post: YOGA POSES FOR WHEN YOU’RE EXPECTING.”

Christine couldn’t stop looking at the picture. She had been staring at it for hours, and kept on noticing different things, like how on Violetta’s left hand, the diamond on her wedding ring was bigger than Christine’s was, or even though she was pregnant, she was still glowing and stunningly beautiful.

Christine wished that she could be pregnant.

But mostly, she wished that she could talk to Mark. And ask him; why? And how? How could he do this to her? How could he promise to be with her through sickness and in health, and then run from her once they found out she was unable to have children? And how could he have married Violetta, the girl from the gym who he always promised was “just a friend?” And now, how could he have gotten her pregnant? How could Violetta have a little mini Mark in her belly, when it should have been Christine?

She had to see Mark. She knew he worked afternoon shifts at the hospital. But as an obstetrician, his hours were pretty unpredictable.

She had made her choice. She stuffed the laptop into her book bag and headed to her car, throwing the bag in the passenger seat and angrily stuffing the key into the ignition.

She had to know why.

At first, the contractions weren’t so bad. Elizabeth had constantly found herself thinking, This is it? Childbirth is going to be easy. But as time wore on, the contractions were getting painful and more frequent, and the six inches of snow on the ground were not helping them to get to the hospital quickly and efficiently. Tom was caught between cursing out the other drivers on the road, and asking sweetly if Elizabeth was doing okay.

Yeah, Elizabeth was freaking out just a little. But, she started freaking out a lot when the car stopped moving.

“Oh, shit.” Tom said.

“What?” Elizabeth asked, thinking Tom’s foot was just on the break.

“We’re out of gas.”

“Funny.” Elizabeth responded, squeezing her eyes shut and taking deep breaths as a contraction passed. Cars began to honk behind them.

“No. I’m serious. We ran out of gas.” Tom said.

“What… What are we going to do? We need to be at the hospital right now!”

When Tom put his hazards on, Elizabeth knew that this was serious.

“Look, I’ll call an ambulance. We’ll call a tow truck to take the car. We’ll–”

Suddenly, and indescribable sensation in Elizabeth’s lower stomach caused her to jump so high she almost hit the roof of the car. “I need to get out.” she said, and leaped out of the car, ripping her seatbelt off.

“What are you doing!?” Tom yelled, getting out of his side of the car, ignoring the protests of angry drivers around him.

“I feel like the baby is coming.” She was taking deep breaths and still felt overwhelmingly hot even though it was starting to snow outside. “I don’t know. I just feel this pressure—” Elizabeth hunched over in pain and leaned against the car, her warm forehead against the cool metal of the car.

“Oh my god. I don’t know, I don’t know–” Tom stuttered.

“Are you two okay?” Yelled a high-pitched voice from behind them. Parked behind their car was a bright yellow Jeep, with two young girls probably in their late 20s sitting in the front seats.

“We’re fine!” Tom yelled back at the same time that Elizabeth said, “No! I’m in labour!”

“We’re out of gas!” Tom admitted, the harsh wind and snow blurring his vision.

“Come on! Get in!” yelled the girl from the passenger seat. “You need to get to the hospital.”

Tom frantically nodded his head of curly blonde hair and held Elizabeth’s dark brown hand as he led her to the backseat of the Jeep.

“I think I’m crowning.” Elizabeth cried out.

“What does crowning mean?” Tom asked.

The two girls at the front shared a nervous glance. The girl in the passenger’s seat with a short jean skirt and tank top spoke up. “It means we need to get to the hospital immediately.”

When Madison, Katy, Elizabeth, and Tom arrived at Holy Cross Medical Centre, Madison and Katy carried Tom and Elizabeth’s belongings, while Tom half-carried Elizabeth in his arm and yelled for a nurse.

A team of women in white smocks sat Elizabeth down into a shiny black wheelchair and wheeled her off in the direction of the delivery room, the rest of the group trailing behind.

“Her obstetrician is Dr. Mark Williams.” Tom told the nurse. “We scheduled for him to be here for the delivery.”

As they entered the birthing centre of the hospital, a hunched over black man in pajamas and a long grey coat was pacing the hallway. His eyes lit up with joy with he saw them, and then his eyebrows furrowed when he saw the pain and discomfort on his daughter’s face.

“Why were you two so late?” He quickly embraced Elizabeth in a hug before she was taken to the delivery room. “And who are these two girls?” He whispered to Tom.

In a rushed manner, Tom introduced the man as Michael, his father-in-law, and introduced the two girls as Katy and Madison, the ones who picked up Tom and Elizabeth off the side of the road when their car broke down. He assured Michael that the girls were nice and polite, and then rushed into the delivery room after Elizabeth.

“The next time you’ll see me, I’ll be a dad!” Tom squealed with a glimmer of joy and happiness in his eyes before he left.

Michael sat down on one of the sleek metal chairs in the waiting room and Katy and Madison, feeling like they were now part of this unborn baby’s life, sat down beside him and waited for what was to come.

Madison never thought she would find herself in a situation where Katy would ask her “Um, isn’t that the Legolas-obsessed man whose window you just jumped out of?” But, that is exactly what Katy said after waiting in the uncomfortable waiting room chairs for about half an hour. Madison glanced up and noticed Sam, still in his black jeans and button-down light blue shirt, his tan skin was flushed and his blond hair was wild.

“What is he doing here!?” Madison whisper-yelled to Katy, who shrugged.

Sam scanned the waiting room before his eyes landed on Michael. He flashed his bright white teeth and strided over. “How’s Tom and Liz?” he asked Michael. Katy listened to this unbelievable conversation while Madison attempted to shield herself behind an issue of Vogue.

“Oh, they got Elizabeth in just in time to deliver.” Michael explained. “You’re brother was a little freaked out, but you can tell he’s so excited to be a dad.”

Madison’s jaw dropped open wide and she couldn’t conceal her surprise. She gave Katy a look that clearly said, Oh. My. God. This is Tom’s brother!?

“Me and these young girls have been waiting for the news that we can go see the baby. You will never believe what happened to Tom and Liz on the way here.” Michael added.

Confused about who Michael was referring to, Sam turned around to take a look at the two young girls. One of the girls had tanned skin and black hair and was dressed down in grey track pants and an I LOVE PUERTO RICO shirt. The girl beside her had a familiar head of curly hair, and wore a short denim skirt and a pink tank top that he had been so attracted to hours earlier.

“Madison?” Sam asked, his voice a mixture of surprise and anger.

“Uh-huh.” was all Madison could manage to say back.

“What the hell?”

“Do you two know each other?” Michael asked, mouth twisted down in a confused frown.

“No.” Sam and Madison responded at the same time. Sam sat in the unoccupied chair beside Madison.

“How about we pretend nothing ever happened?” He suggested, a pained look on his face.

“Sure.” Madison agreed. “For the sake of the baby.”

“Of course.” Sam responded.

The four of them sat in the waiting room in uncomfortable silence for a few moments before a tall lady with bright red hair and a book bag strapped across her chest bolted into the waiting room.

“Where’s Dr. Mark Williams. I need to speak to Dr. Mark Williams!” she cried, her eyes red and bloodshot, and her gaze frantic.

“Dr. Williams is delivering a baby right now.” said a petite woman at the front desk. “We can leave a message for him if you’d like–”

All off a sudden the red-haired woman burst into tears and plopped herself down on one of the waiting room chairs. “You know what I would like?” she cried out. Madison and Katy eyed each other, half scared and half intrigued by this woman. “I want my husband back! I want this damn woman out of my life for good! I want a husband who won’t leave me after finding out that I can’t have kids! I want my old life back!”

As a person who usually says the wrong thing at the wrong time, Madison asked, “Your husband left you because you’re infertile?”

In response, the redhead, Christine, started sobbing harder. She placed her head in her hands as her shoulders violently shook, letting out the wracking sobs she had inside of her.

“What an asshole.” Katy commented.

“You know,” Sam started, his voice soft and hopeful. “You’re going to find a man who doesn’t care if you can’t have children. And he’ll stick around and he’ll be open to other options, like adoption or surrogacy or–”

“Like who!?” Christine cried, snapping her head up to glare at Sam. “Name one guy who doesn’t care about having kids.”

“Uh, me.” Sam said softly. “I mean, I’ve never really been into the idea of children that much. And I was adopted into such a wonderful family. I always thought that, I don’t know, if I ever was going to have children, I would adopt children who are in need of a better home.”

Madison was stunned that she had assumed that this man had anything else to his personality other than a Lord of the Rings obsession. A little bit unsure, Sam stood up and crossed the waiting room to sit in the chair beside Christine. He awkwardly put his arm around her shoulder, and he could instantly tell that this small gesture had made her feel a lot better.

At that moment, Dr. Mark Williams came to the waiting room and almost looked like he had a heart-attack when he saw his crying ex-wife in the waiting room.

“Christine!?” Mark cried. He shook his head as if clearing an unwanted thought from his brain. “Uh… Elizabeth has successfully given birth to a baby girl. She’s being allowed visitors for a few minutes before you will have to return for visiting hours tomorrow. She’s extremely tired, so go easy on her. She’s a tough girl.” Mark announced.

“Wooo!” Michael cheered, as he pushed himself out of the chair. Together, Katy, Madison, Sam, Christine, Michael, and Mark entered the cramped delivery room and all made sounds of awe as they saw Elizabeth on a skinny hospital bed, a tiny, blotchy baby in her arms.

“My beautiful granddaughter!” Michael squealed and rushed to Elizabeth’s side. He used a finger to brush the baby girl’s soft cheek and the baby made a quiet cooing noise that made his heart swell with happiness.

“She’s so beautiful.” Sam commented, and everyone nodded in agreement, fighting to get the best view of the newborn baby. They stood in silence, smiles plastered on their faces. Some had known each other for a lifetime and others had known each other for merely a few minutes, but they all had one thing in common–they were absolutely in love with this baby girl in Elizabeth’s arms.

“What’s her name?” Michael whispered, as if scared that speaking too loud would harm the baby. Tom and Elizabeth looked at each other smiled.

“Angela Isabella.” Liz announced. “Isabella after Tom’s mother. And Angela. After mom.”

Michael clutched Elizabeth’s shoulder with one of his hands as tears welled up in his eyes, threatening to pour out of him.

“That is just beautiful.” Michael decided.

“Hi Angela!” Madison said to the baby and giggled. Elizabeth looked up from her newborn’s baby face and glanced at the people around her. In the far corner was the doctor who helped her bring this baby into the world. There was Christine, who was now clutching Sam’s hand almost unconsciously, and Madison and Katy who were both in the wrong clothes for this type of weather, but had helped her get to the hospital safely nonetheless. To her right was her husband Tom, who she loved more and more for helping her to create this wonderful human being, and to her left was her father, Michael, who, with her deceased mom, allowed her to have the best possible life.

In a room full of lovers, and ex-lovers, and best friends, and family, Elizabeth thought that there was no one else she would want with her in a hospital delivery room during a snowstorm.

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