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staytinyville · 4 months

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A/N BETA READ (@mariana-mmtz). PLEASE EXCUSE THE LATE UPDATE. It's holiday week so it's been a bit much. I don't have the chapters saved like I used to so I have to write them out day of. PLEASE FORGIVE. Tomorrow's update might be late too. SOOO probably not until Monday.

You never really thought of your own home to be something that you would be coming back to. You thought you would still have a while before leaving the house fully. But now standing in front of the building that you grew up in with your four other siblings, you realized how much you really miss home.

Your time spent with the boys never really made you call for it but now that you had been gone for a few months things were falling on top of you. It didn’t call for stress on your part, in fact, it made you want to strive for more. Made you want to finish things quicker so that you could keep everyone safe.

Especially your family.

“(Y/N).” Your mother called out when you walked into the house, seeing all the boys following behind you. “What's going on?” She asked, wiping her hands on her apron from the dinner she was making.

“Mom, I need you all to come with me.” You explained to her, looking at your sister who had been helping your mother. “Things are going to get rough and I need to keep you all safe.”

“Get rough?” Your mother frowned. She took another glance at all the boys who had somber looks. “(Y/N), what are you doing?” She asked you quietly.

“Nothing that will get me harmed.” You immediately answered her. “I'm going to take father out of jail.” You sighed looking at her. “I need to protect you all.”

Your older brother wasn’t in the home so you knew he was going to be in the hotel. But either way, it was best that your mother would take all four of them someplace that would be out of harm's way. You hoped things wouldn’t reach that point and maybe they wouldn’t, but just to be on the safe side. It was best to send your family away from Cromer.

“You don't have to do anything.” Your mother shook her head, not understanding you completely. “You are our daughter and we are here to protect you.” She said pointedly.

“Now it's my turn.” Yeosang spoke up behind you. “You've done all you can. You've raised such an amazing daughter and we can't thank you enough for that.”

You turned to face Yeosang, your chest hurting less from the guilt as you watched his soft expression. Each one of them had one as they looked at your family. Just as they cared for you, you knew they would care for them as well. Make sure with everything they had they would be safe. You were all in this together now.

“Where will we be going?” Your sister spoke up, giving you a look when Yeosang said we.

“We have a safe house in Hala.” Hongjoong spoke up, coming to the front to speak better with your mother. “It's not that far from here and there are people there going to take you in.” He explained.

“A safe house?” Your mother looked at you incredulously. “What kind of people are you?” She asked as she frowned looking over at the boys.

“The ones who are trying to protect this country.” You stepped in front of your mom, defending the boys. “We were the ones who took the money from city hall.” You told her with confidence, not caring about spilling that big of a secret.

“(Y/N)?!” Your mother gasped, while your sister only looked at you with wide eyes.

“Mother, you have to understand we didn't do it out of malice.” You immediately began to explain your case. “The money we took we gave it back to the people.”

“But those are taxes the mayor asked for—” Hongjoong cut your mother off.

“And they weren't used properly.” He said. “He doesn't need that much money to support the city. He was sending it to Strickland.”

Your mother began to frown as she took in his words. “Strickland? Isn't that a town by Aurora that helps people?”

You frowned at how she could have possibly thought of something like that. While she was right to say it was a town near Aurora that meant she must have heard of it before.

“Not at all. It's a cult that's creating drugs.” Yunho answered her.

“How do you know?” She asked him.

“Because we used to live there. Everything you've been told about is a lie. It's not a sanctuary people claim it to be.” Yeosang explained to her.

“How do you know about it?” You asked.

You watched as she sighed quietly, looking away from you.

“It was where Quaid told your father to send you.” Your mother looked down.

You had to think about it for a moment before dropping your shoulders as it hit you what your mother was talking about. You can remember the time when your parents had been calling you names and thinking you were someone who slept around.

This so-called place that was meant to help you turn into the proper wife was supposed to be Strictland? You understood now how it was they were going to turn into just that. Obviously all they were going to do was drug you into becoming emotionless.

You could only imagine all the other people who their families send to that place. All those poor kids who were only doing what they wanted. If your parents were going to send you on the speculation that you were out with a lot of men, you could only imagine the harm that comes to the ones who actually were forced to go.

“Why did he go to Quaid? My personal life has nothing to do with any of those people.” You scolded, looking appalled.

“We know that now.” Your mother looked remorseful. “Hendricks was the one who told us Quaid could help.”

“Never liked that guy.” Jongho sneered, rolling his eyes.

At the mention of Hendricks you automatically made a face. This man was starting to get on your nerves from how much he seemed to be butting into things he shouldn’t be. If all of this was just now coming to light because of a fraud of a judge, you could only imagine the kinds of bribes and the likes he was doing before.

You sighed once more as you turned back to your family. You didn’t know what kind of person Hendricks was but you had an inkling that there was a large amount of things he would be willing to do if it came to money. You had to get things moving along before they caught wind of who were the real thieves.

“Mom, please.” You grabbed her hands and held them to your chest. “Take the others and go to Hala. We'll go and get you when we can.”

“What about the hotel?” You mother shook her head.

“You have the other employees. They'll handle it. It's just for a day.” You assured her.

You watched as she took a glance at you before turning to the boys all waiting for an answer. Yeosang was the one who stood behind you as he watched the interaction but from afar your mother wasn’t blind to the looks the others had.

They all had their eyes on you, soft looks within them as they waited for what your mother had to say. She could see–even from a distance–that you meant something to all of them in some way.

“I'll go.” She sighed quietly. “But I want you to be truthful to me. Who are these boys to you?” She asked you.

You sputter for a moment, getting caught off guard by her question. “They are Yeosang's friends—”

“I'm not talking about Yeosang.” She stopped you. “I'm talking about you.”

She was your mother–the person who carried you within her stomach for nine months. You knew compared to others, your mother was still considered a bit odd by others for the way she raised you and your sister. Here you were barely getting married in your 20s while other girls had gotten married back when they were teens.

Their mothers scolded them, made them turn into the perfect wives who would provide all that their husbands needed. Your mother never told you to find someone. She joked and laughed, but never forced. The other ladies would often talk about her. Claim she didn’t teach you and your sister right. Brought the both of you up to act like men who worked and brought in money.

But she didn’t care. It was how her own mother raised her and it was how she was going to raise you. Coming from a household of nothing but women, your mother had to hold her own against men because she had to defend her sisters as they did her. She taught you and your sister everything that came with being a wife, but she also taught you how to be an individual person.

Maybe there were points she did regret it, but looking at you now–seeing who you were meant to be made her feel proud. This was who you were meant to be. Someone much more than just a wife or a hotel worker. This was the life meant for you and she wanted to hear you say it.

“They're special to me.” You explained softly. “They mean a lot and I want to go wherever they go.”

Your mother looked at the boys again, almost breaking her character as she saw how each one of the boys smiled and blushed at your comment. They tried to cover it up quickly, not wanting to be caught for having feelings for you. They didn’t want to make things worse with your family.

It was unconventional and something she might not ever get used to, but she was your mother and you were her daughter. She would love you regardless of who you were with or what you did. You knew right from wrong–she didn’t teach you them for nothing. But looking over all those boys made her see that not matter where you went they would always take care of you.

“You're an adult.” She turned to you. “I can't stop you from doing what you want. But please stay safe. I know you've always been an independent person and have your own wants and needs. But please keep me in mind. I don't want to get a letter saying something happened to you.” She finished, running a hand along your cheek.

“We will protect (Y/N) with our life.” Hongjoong spoke up from beside you. “You have my word–as captain.”

She smiled gratefully giving one last glance over all the boys. “Please get your father out.” She told you.

“Of course.”

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randomfoggytiger · 6 months

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randomfoggytiger's Fictober Wrap Up, 2023

My first Fictober has concluded; and I decided to throw together my entries, thoughts, and acknowledgements into one post for posterity.

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Fictober Fics

"The Dead Are Everywhere, Scully"

Mulder and Scully reunite in the afterlife, two skeletons dancing in the rain and the mud.

"Regardless of His Actions Last Night"

Queequeg, alive and savage, joins Scully on her Chinga vacation.

"As Agent Mulder Says, There Are Many Different Kinds of Vampires" Part I

Mulder and Scully are attacked and turned into vampires by Ronnie Strickland. Scully's crisis begins when her faith seemingly rejects her.

"Time Passing in Moments"

Post Fight the Future Scully brings Halloween to Mulder, determined to give him a break while they wait and wait and wait for OPR.

"As Agent Mulder Says, There Are Many Different Kinds of Vampires" Part II

Mulder encourages Scully not to give up on her faith, both of them choosing to face potential death by holy fireball rather than letting her live in fearful limbo.

"There's Something Up There Mulder"

Scully realizes that Tooms is likely a distant relation of the Gender Bender Brethren (Amish hats are mentioned.)

"I Wonder If You Think It's Safe Enough to Indulge Yourself"

Metaphorical similarities between Mulder's supposed red-green colorblindness (which he does not have) and red-hot Phoebe Green.

"How Much You're Like Ahab"-- Mulder parallels his and Scully's crime scene eating habits to those of their cannibalistic pets.

"The Truth Is Out There-- But So Are Lies"-- Scully ruminates on her partner's ease with lying; and her ability to save him from Them and himself.

"Something Approaching a Normal Life"-- Mulder realizes Scully had invited him to (a disastrous) Thanksgiving to distract himself from the anniversary of his sister's abduction. He plans to return the favor.

"Preying on the Weak and Vainglorious"-- Post Sanguinarium Mulder ruminates on bad luck and bad ends; and Scully insists he's beautiful.

"Kids Today, Huh?"-- 2023 Mulder sinks into a slump after listening to a mopey song all day. Scully reasons him out of it.

"Is Being Made a Fool Of a Crime, Agent Mulder?"-- Mulder and Scully celebrate life, the dead, and all the Roadrunners and Wile E. Coyotes of the world. (My "happy birthday in a way, Mulder" fic.)

"We Need to Get Help"-- Mulder contemplates the glaring similarities between Gender Bender and Never Again and the new differences in his partner.

"We'll Think of Something"-- The Unnatural Scully grumbles over Mulder's tendency to run off into trouble. She goes, anyway.

"End of the Road"-- Mulder's peace after Closure.

"He Had Parents Who Loved Him"-- The Mulder family and baseball.

"I Think She Was Just Trying To Get Away"-- Scully reminisces on Mulder's distance and need for distraction post Monday.

"You Don't Know the First Thing About Me"-- Krycek has fixed opinions about the Syndicate, Mulder, Marita, and morals.

"My Religious Convictions Are Hardly the Issue Here"-- Scully and Mulder try to tackle her fears post All Souls.

"I'm Tired"-- Scully draws parallels between her Tithonus experience and Mulder's Sleepless and Demons one.

"Life’s Just a Path”-- If Melissa were alive post Fight the Future and Millennium, she'd never let her sister live it down.

"I Think He’s a Hard Kid to Love”-- Post Schizogeny Scully is sent on a case with Mulder to unofficially help Skinner's friends, one of which is a bear. (Prompts and artwork contributed by my two sisters.)

"Mulder Will Be Back”-- Jeffrey Spender sneers at Mulder's "hubris."

"Easy for You to Say”-- Post First Person Shooter Mulder is enamored with his little battle girlfriend.

"No More Paranormal than a Change of Wardrobe”-- Freshly-dating Mulder and Scully's lifestyles don't quite match yet; but the effort is worth it.

"What Must a Mother Go Through”-- Post Emily Mulder reasons Scully out of her Mrs. Peacock comparisons.

"Watch Over You Wherever You Go”-- One Breath Maggie remembers the many reinterpretations of her daughter's necklace.

"Your Ideas Are Weirder than Ours”-- The Lone Gunmen are woken by two very grumpy-with-each-other special agents.

"Doesn’t Make Him Less of a Miracle”-- AU Mulder tries to fight colonization and wrangle his "sea monster" child at the local ball pit.

"Sooner or Later a Man’s Gotta Face His Demons”-- Post Amor Fati Scully prods Mulder on a stakeout about his lack of Samhain hunting.

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My Thoughts

It's been a few years since I've committed to a daily creative project, but this month flew by. It was a joy to prove myself, in a way; and an even greater privilege to take other people's prompts and turn them into stories. I'm proud of the work I put in, proud of how they turned out, and proud that they entertained anyone who read them.

I did discover a personal writing flaw: grammatical errors and spelling mistakes. Which, given that I write and "edit" everything in under an hour and that my brain autocorrects and rewrites while I'm actively writing, is understandable. There are multiple reblogged versions of my finalized fics because I would spot an error and edit after publication but not before the readers hit. And that's okay! (When my Ao3 submission goes through, I'll upload each fic "in its final form", so no sweat there.)

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Trivia

Each fic was named with a quote from The X-Files, mostly from Mulder and Scully but also by various side characters (Phoebe Green, Krycek, and Maggie, namely.)

I tackled Scully's religion a lot this month as a way to work out my frustrations with her episodes: her belief in the series has always been chocked up as "yes man" syndrome; and I believe it did a disservice to Scully, multi-layered character that she is. I hope it did her a little more justice.

In a way, I dedicate "The Dead Are Everywhere, Scully" to @enigmaticdrblockhead-- whose writing not only influenced that piece but also sticks with me to this day-- and @perpetually-weirdening-- whose interest in an immortal Scully breathed life into this idea.

In a way, I dedicate "The Truth is out There, But So Are Lies" to @suitablyaggrieved: the discussion we had (concerning Mulder's ability to lie quite well) rattled around in my head until I put it down "on paper."

In a way, I dedicate "Something Approaching a Normal Life" to Baroness Blixen, who is the master of weaving angst and fluff into her holiday fics.

In a way, I dedicate "I Wonder If You Think It's Safe Enough to Indulge Yourself" to @settle-down-frohike because it reads more meta than fic (while also reading as fic.)

In a way, I dedicate "He Had Parents Who Loved Him" to @television-overload, whose baseball fic inspired by Field of Dreams still takes up space in my noggin.

And I think that's all my thoughts for now~.

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Acknowledgements and Thanks

@baronessblixen for encouraging me to write this month-- another boost on the long list of encouragements you've given me~.

@agent-troi and @welsharcher (my Fox Mulder Singleton Club members) for their generous prompts. Truly touched by both of you: your loooooooong list, agent-troi; and your vibey suggestions, welsharcher.

@wexleresque for your vampire prompt (that was a fun fic challenge), and your "looking up at the sky" prompt (which challenged me to tackle older years Mulder and Scully.)

@stephy-gold for her Nessa Barrett song prompt (which I plugged into older years Mulder and Scully)-- I learned something new and tackled a genre that is not my favorite (songfic.)

@tossingmyglossymane for the post Monday prompt, which was more challenging to write than expected (and turned out great.)

@xxsksxxx for the prompt about Scully's cross necklace-- that was an initial struggle to nail down until I tied it back to Maggie; then it flowed~.

Anon for the prompt wanting Mulder to mull over Scully's words in Gender Bender (which tied, I thought, perfectly into his confusion in Never Again.)

Thank you to my sisters for the fall prompts that lead to Bernie the Bear (and another thank you to my younger sister who let me include her doodle for that day's Fictober entry.)

And thank you to everyone who engaged, liked, reblogged, and anything else! (I always like to dip in and out of the Notes section to see how each person responded differently to each fic-- a bonus game: make guesses and see if they're correct.) There are too many to count, so I'll just include a few off the top of my head: @dd-is-my-guiltypleasure, @amplifyme, @pianogirlxf, @scullys-scalpel, @teenie-xf, @agertiegirl, @improlificinsarcasm, @borogirl, @tofuttim, @mysteryness, @rosedyl, @spidey-is-tired, and others~!

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Thank you for reading~

Enjoy!

Tagging @today-in-fic and @xffictober2023 and @fictober-event

#txf #fic #Fictober #compilation #Wrap Up #mine #xf fanfic #xfiles #x-files #the x files #xf fic #randomfoggytiger's fic

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elitehanitje · 5 months

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Samoa Joe Is The Real Target?

When MJF, without even being provoked, suddenly accused Adam Page as The Devil, I was like..."Huh?" Why you were throwing accusations like that? That was a weird segue from their banter. That makes me wonder whether he wanted to steer away from the suspicion off of him. It resulted in Samoa Joe interfering and giving Adam Page a side-eye, and it seems he protects MJF.

Maybe the whole thing about The Devil targeting MJF is a ruse. Maybe the intended target was Samoa Joe all along. Maybe...

MJF is The Devil. The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn’t exist. In this case, the trick is that he try to convince the world that MJF is not the masked man.

MJF has had a beef with Samoa Joe since he was young. The younger man was always being underestimated by Joe for quite some time. Samoa Joe also hurt Adam Cole to get to MJF, but for some reason, Adam forgave him and even pressured him to tag with Joe. My guess is that Adam wanted revenge as well, so he's being nice to Joe. MJF and Adam decided to get to Samoa Joe.

Wardlow is also the obvious choice as (one of) The Devil. His hair, his shoes, and even his physical attributes point at him as the masked man. And he HATES Samoa Joe. When Zack Sabre Jr. asked Samoa Joe to team up, an audience yelled, "DID YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENED TO WARDLOW?!" warning him. Samoa Joe betrayed Wardlow back then for the TNT belt.

Roderick Strong (and The Kingdom) is definitely the henchman. Remember, Roddy's neck injury was caused by Samoa Joe. TWICE! And the fact that Roderick said that he forgave Joe was so suspicious because let's face it: RODDY NEVER FORGIVES! He remembers everything and will keep holding grudges forever. And don't forget, his neck injury caused his friendship with Adam Cole to diminish. Adam had to be paired with MJF, and as a result, they became BFFs, leaving Roddy alone.

And now we see Samoa Joe being surrounded by the henchmen and we see MJF lying there (perfectly, I might add, without blood, and the belt placed there neatly), and we didn't see the attack while every attack against others was always being filmed.

It makes me sad that it means the attack against The Acclaimed is because they were the patsy for the ruse. And the attack against Jay White was only done to kickstart the ruse.

This means possibly that The Devil is several people.

MJF is the Devil. Always has been. He hates Samoa Joe. Recruited Adam Cole, his best friend. Even possibly recruited Dr. Britt and several other wrestlers. Try to throw the suspicion to Adam Page because he knew that Page wanted the AEW belt to annoy Swerve Strickland.

Wardlow is the Devil. He hates Samoa Joe. Bonus point, he hates MJF. He recruited Roddy and co. because he hates MJF and Samoa Joe too. Adam Cole and MJF are innocent.

Adam Cole was intended to be The Devil, but his real injury prevented that and they had to change the plot. Who knows whether this would still be happening because he can order others to wear the mask. Remember, Adam always betrayed his friend since he was in other companies. How many times did he betray Roddy? Betraying MJF would be simple.

The Devil is a House of Black member.

If I'm wrong, obviously I will delete this post 😂

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dejablueballs · 1 year

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Deja Blue/Avatar hc

a/n: Just some silly ideas and hcs abt the blue crew. Wanted to put in my two cents, they're random and are just my personal mind vomit. They have no real personalities or lore so regard this as horseshit if you want <3 also these were all the ones I could remember!!!

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Miles Quaritch: Objectively, bad at sex. Was an old man in his prime with power and money to burn, i can assure you he doesn't care about where the clit is much less if his partner cums. Probably doesn't believe in the female orgasm. Thinks ten minutes of missionary is good enough. If he really cares about who hes fucking sure he'll give you a good time but 9/10 hes just not fun in bed [think of strickland in tsow]

Lyle Wainfleet: Loves fat women, gotta be 200lb and over to ride this ride, no stretch marks? no service! Will deny so because of toxic masculinity. Acts disgusted and laughs with his little friend group to keep up appearances but will be on his knees begging for his big babe to sit on his face the same night

Recom Mansk: Doesn't laugh often, its very hard to make the stone cold bastard even snicker but when he laughs he fucking laughs. Big snorting chortling open throat guffaws, cant be controlled or stopped. He has the tendency to puke if he laughs too hard so thats another reason he keeps it under wrap. weak ass gag reflex

Recom Z-dog: was a hardcore horse girl her entire adolescence and never quite grew out of it, daydreams about riding and owning a direhorse

Recom Fike: insecure manlet, was a short man and is now the shortest recom. Tends to puff up, flex or otherwise start shit to assert his masculinity. Stands on his tippy toes during arguments. Can't argue without tearing up, learned how to mask it when human but now he just pops if overwhelmed

Recom Prager: the man with the plan, i.e recreational drugs. Always keeps an ounce or a tab on him, hence the spaced out look. Living as a human on pandora can be stressful so he found a great way to cope. Nothing hardcore just reggie, acid, valium etc etc just small things to help ease stressed soldiers. If caught he will lie and throw whoevers closest under the bus

Recom Ja: just notebooks upon notebooks of bad poetry, keeps one on hand in case ideas ever spark or if smthg abt pandora really inspires him. Its all very bad or bland poetry, hes smart enough to know so and never shares anything he writes. Probably some "saw a snail, effervescent" type bullshit in there or ripped off lines to strengthen his stanzas. Keeps small logs on his day to day life, very boring

Recom Brown: loves taking selfies of himself, working out, meetings, private or hang time. Doesn't matter, just enjoys self documentation. probably has a locked folder of his own dick pics. Def the type to measure

Recom Lopez: was raised devout catholic, priest, baptisms etc etc all the big catholic stuff so you'll usually see him with a silver cross necklace or a rosary during special occasions [good friday, ash wednesday, lent, chrsitmas etc etc] Not preachy about it but hes silently judgmental. Listens to sermons with headphones while alone or working out. Always be able to catch him watching the older sunday service channel since he doesn't have access to earth cable in real time. Has several small christian tattoos. He's like mac from always sunny, basically

#miles quaritch #lyle wainfleet #recom mansk #recom z dog #recom fike #recom prager #recom ja #recom brown #recom lopez #avatar recoms #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #atwow #christ ona fucking stick these goddamn tags #theres too mnay of them #these were just my silly thots i couldnt write down during work #just cleaning room after room and thinking abt horse zdog <3 #sometimes we gotta remember these were cishet men in their 30s-50s in the military #they aint always gonna be golden #dfkjsghkjds #fike and lopez are so liddol theyre def the shit starters #like cats w their hackles raised tryna look tough #lyle toes the line between creepy and downright fetishy #i love quaritch as much as the next bitch but hes a power trippin old guy theres no way he eats pussy #navi quaritch tho #hmmmmmmmmmm #prager just has a no thots head empty vibe #lopez probably has a lion and a cross tattoo somewhere or a bible quote #ja is living in his main character arc at all times #cant bring him down

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missholson · 11 months

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I want to thank you @faisonsunreve for tagging me to this absolutely wonderful movie meme! I enjoyed that it made me really think over the choices, e.g. which movie I regard as overrated or underrated (this was actually the most trickiest question and it makes me smile that I finally ended up with a movie that isn’t mainstream at all, so it isn’t generally highly regarded in the first place, but to my knowledge, it’s one of the poorest ones among the Hammer film fans as well). Another almost impossible question was the ‘great soundtrack’, which for me is the same as if I should name a great movie. In order to have some structure, I made a playlist of my all time favorites and was constantly swearing to myself because of the challenge. I had a great rival from 2014, but my choice went finally to 1960s France as I wanted to pay my respect for those legends. For the ‘cinematography’, I knew that it would more likely be a Visconti film. My absolute favorite question was ‘why do I like this?’! 😄

It sure will take time, but if anyone feels like it, please, make your own list and tag me! In any case, I’d very much like to see your choices: @electricnormanbates @serenastella ( @suchamiracle-does-exist, are you ready to show me yours? 😎)

The Fearless Vampire Killers (1967), North by Northwest (1959), The Empire Strikes Back (1980), Napoleon (1927), Red River (1948), Ludwig (1973). Striptease (1996), Brazil (1985), Lust for a Vampire (1971), My Fair Lady (1964), Rocky IV (1985), Indomptable Angélique (1967). Ludwig (1973), La Cage aux Folles (1978), Red River (1948), Dirty Harry (1971-1988), I Confess (1953), The Red Shoes (1948). Kill Your Darlings (2013), Lilies (1996), Stalingrad (1993), Peter Strickland, The Lion King (1994), Superman (1978).

#tag post #favorite movie meme #personal #thank you #faisonsunreve #this was honey to my brains #absolutely loved doing this #my sister & i agreed to show the results at the same time so that neither of us would be influenced by the other #actually if anyone spots movie memes about soundtracks or costume design i'd be more than happy to do them #own post

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imperial--orthodoxy · 9 months

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"One of the failings of contemporary cultural conservatives is that, like many Americans, they lack a deep understanding of history. Their most distant horizon is in fact not all that distant. For some, the crisis of American culture is traced to Puritanism, and for others, to the even more recent framing of the Constitution. The sexual revolution of a mere generation ago is likewise presented in many cases as the most important point of reference. However, none of these events was primordial. Their unquestionable importance lies in the fact that they, and others with them, were set in motion by an event yet more causal and deeply rooted in the Western past. That event is the Great Schism, the severing of sacramental communion between East and West that culminated during the eleventh century. Before it, there was no distinct “West,” nor was there a necessarily antipodal “East.” There was simply Christendom."

- John Strickland, Age of Paradise

#greek orthodox #orthodox christianity

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sanjuwrites · 10 months

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WIP Wednesday

this AU has rotted my brain for like a month now <3 this fic is 10k and shows no signs of ending anytime soon

also no one has enabled me to write this more than @chaotictarlos so everyone say thank you T

Carlos clicks the safety off on his gun, pressing the button on his earpiece that’s attached to his sleeve. “Strickland, are you in position?”

“Copy, Reyes. Ready when you are.”

“Okay, on the count of three. Three.”

“Two.”

“One.”

“Enter.” They both say at the same time, as Carlos picks the back door as Paul goes in through the front. They quietly make their way through the house, whispering a soft clear as they check each room of the house thoroughly. The bottom floors look mostly untouched, and Carlos softly climbs up the stairs, keeping his steps featherlight, in case of a creaky step.��

“Strickland, I’m gonna clear the upstairs,” he whispers, going into the first room and cursorily flashing his light around. His heart nearly stops in his chest when his light captures someone sitting on the edge of the sofa in near darkness, and he makes direct eye contact with a pair of sea-green eyes.

“I’ve been expecting you, Agent Reyes.”

im gonna tag @chaotictarlos, @alrightbuckaroo, @decafdino, @theghostofashton, @catanisspicy, @detective-giggles and @bonheur-cafe <3

#wip wednesday #please ask me about this one i am waiting for an excuse to scream about it #sanjuwrites #tarlos #agent reyes 👀

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Love is Sitting on the Bathroom Floor

Fandom: 911 Lone Star

Characters: T.K. Strand, Carlos Reyes, Nancy Gillian, Mateo Chavez, Judd Ryder, Paul Strickland, Marjan Marwani

Summary: Firefighters and paramedics rarely turn down a free meal, something the 126 is about the regret as a violent case of food poisoning takes out *almost* the entire team. For the @badthingshappenbingo prompt: Food Poisoning.

CW: Heavy emeto warning on this one!

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The first gurgle in T.K.’s stomach is not a cause for concern. In fact, he barely notices it. They’re bringing a patient into the hospital, an elderly woman who took a spill, so his focus is on driving, not a stray growl from his abdomen.

“Patient is a seventy-five year old female, complaining of hip and lower back pain,” T.K. tells the ER team as they roll her inside on the gurney.

“Vital signs?” the doctor asks.

T.K. waits for Nancy to answer since she’d been riding in the back with the patient, but she doesn’t say anything. When he looks over she’s just standing there, eyes slightly glazed. “Nance?” he prompts.

She shakes her head and seems to come back to herself. “Sorry, yeah,” she says and then rattles off the vitals for the team.

“You good?” T.K. asks a few minutes later as they grab some supplies to restock the rig. “You look kind of pale.”

Pale and slightly green with an odd glassiness in her eyes that definitely wasn’t there when they started this run.

“Yeah,” she says, flashing him a strained looking smile. “Totally cool partner. All good to go.”

It’s quiet as they drive back to the station. The growl in T.K.’s stomach is intensifying, a pinching pain now accompanying it, and he unconsciously moves one hand off the wheel to press it against his abdomen, as if that will somehow alleviate his symptoms. He hopes they have Pepto Bismol or something stocked at the firehouse, because he’s growing more and more uncomfortable by the second.

“Pull over.”

Nancy’s hoarse request catches him off-guard, temporarily distracting him from the burbling in his intestines. “What?” he asks in confusion.

She makes a choked sound, clamping a hand over her mouth as her eyes go wide with panic and T.K. quickly steers them onto the shoulder without further questions.

Nancy opens her door and practically falls to the ground, the sound of retching filling the air. T.K. grimaces as the contents of her stomach empty out onto the pavement. It’s a very long minute before she climbs back into the rig, her hands shaking as she wipes at her mouth.

“Are you okay?” T.K. asks, slightly horrified.

She shakes her head, eyes closed, breathing deeply through her nose. “Just get us back to the station.”

If she’d looked pale before, she looks like a ghost by the time they pull into their bay. He doesn’t even have the rig in park before she shoves the passenger door wide open and makes a run for the locker room.

His own feet hit the apparatus floor and his stomach gives an extremely unpleasant lurch. He pauses, swallowing hard. What the hell?

Rooting around in the back of the rig he finds a couple antacid pills, swallowing them down and hoping they work fast. They still have six hours of their shift left. Hopefully there’s some ginger ale or something in the fridge, he thinks as he wanders back into the station. Or maybe he’ll raid his dad’s secret stash of tea…

He’s nearly knocked off his feet when someone comes barging past him. “Mateo!” T.K. calls after him, throwing up his hands in annoyance. “Where’s the fire?”

He doesn’t get an answer, just yet another disappearance into the locker room. “What the hell?” he mutters to himself. “Guys, what’s up with Mate—“

He cuts himself off as he rounds the corner and finds what looks to be most of the 126 crew sprawled out across their common area. Every one of them looks like they’re dying.

“What is going on here?” T.K. asks.

“Sick,” Judd grunts from where he’s leaned back in a recliner, one hand resting on his stomach, the other pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Everyone?” T.K. asks as he takes in the general malaise of the crew.

He gets small nods and grunts of agreement from around the room. “Everyone except Cap,” Marjan manages to tell him, her voice small and weak. She’s curled up on the floor next to the sofa, a trash can positioned by her head.

“Bout fifteen minutes after you left.” Paul is slumped over at the table, head pillowed on his arms. “First Mateo, then Marj, then all of us.”

How is that possible? They’d been fine before T.K. and Nancy had left on their call. T.K. racks his brain, trying to figure out how they’ve all fallen ill so quickly. “Lunch,” he finally says with dawning horror.

“Seems like,” Judd tells him with a shudder.

The department had catered for them today, a thank you for a massive fire they’d all worked for hours the week before. They’d had soup and sandwiches from a local deli. Everyone except…

“Where’s my dad?” he asks.

“Calling in the other shift,” Paul grunts out, not moving from his position on the table. He cracks one eyelid. “You’re not sick?”

“No,” T.K. says, although his stomach does choose that moment to give a massive lurch that has him wondering if he’ll be next in line for the toilet. “Nancy puked on our way back in though.”

“Do NOT say puked,” Marjan growls from her position on the floor, gagging dangerously after she does so.

Mateo slinks back into the room, eyes bloodshot and heavy as he curls up onto the couch. “I’m never eating again,” he moans into a throw pillow.

“Are we out of service then?” T.K. asks.

“Engine is. And if Nancy’s down, then ambo will have to be too,” Judd says.

He’s right. With Tommy out for the twins’ Girl Scouts event, they’re already a man down. He can’t run calls by himself.

Nancy returns and collapses onto the couch, half on top of Mateo. “Move over,” she grunts.

“Hey, get your own couch,” he shoots back, but she glares daggers at him and he grudgingly makes room.

“All right,” Owen says as he strides into the room in a way that seems to flaunt his good health. “I’ve officially taken us out of service and A Shift is on their way in.” He catches a glimpse of Nancy and his face falls. “Oh no. Not you too.”

“Sorry Cap,” she croaks, curling up into the fetal position.

“I guess I will call dispatch back,” he says with a sigh before he look at T.K. “What about you? You’re still standing?”

“So far,” T.K. says.

His dad claps him on the shoulder. “It’s that good Strand constitution. Takes more than a little salmonella to take us down!”

“How come you’re not sick, Cap?” Mateo asks.

“Oh, I didn’t eat the department lunch,” Owen tells them as he walks to the fridge. “All that processed meat and packaged sugar? No thank you. Besides, I’m on a cleanse.” He grabs several bottles of water and places them next to each of his fallen team members. “Now the most important thing for food poisoning is to hydrate. We don’t want anyone going to the ER.”

His dad’s not wrong, but his insistence that everyone needs to drink something results in a round of vomiting so intense T.K. thinks he might do it too out of sympathy. The bubbling in his stomach is becoming more of a roiling snakes situation, but he ignores it. His dad can’t be the only working pair of hands right now.

“All right,” Owen says after everyone seems to be settling back down. “Time for you all to go home. This is a firehouse, not an emergency room.”

Grace arrives fifteen minutes later to take Judd home and Nancy’s roommate comes to pick up her and Mateo. Marjan pours herself into a friends’ car right after that, while Paul insists that he’s well enough to drive himself. T.K. wonders if he makes it all the way home without puking or if he has to stop every two minutes.

“Well kid, looks like it’s just you and me,” Owen tells him once the common room has emptied out.

“Mhm,” T.K. says, pressing his lips together firmly and swallowing hard as his stomach clenches threateningly.

“Oh no,” Owen says sadly. “Not you too.”

“Sorry,” T.K. manages before he has to turn and make a run for it.

He spends an extremely unpleasant twenty minutes on the bathroom floor, thankful that his dad insists on such a rigid cleaning regimen, before he drags himself back to the bunk room and gingerly lays himself out on his bed. He should feel better after emptying his stomach, but somehow he feels worse.

He’s shaky and sweaty and it’s like someone is repeatedly jabbing him with a knife in his gut. It’s not good and it’s probably going to get worse before it gets better.

“T.K.?”

Owen’s voice filters timidly through the haze of pain that T.K. is in. “I’m going to leave this herbal tea here for you. It’s got lots of antioxidants.”

“Thanks,” T.K. groans.

“Do you need anything? Another pillow or a blanket? I can see if we have some plain chicken broth or something. Oh! You know, I think I have some raw ginger around somewhere, maybe I can—“

“I’m fine Dad,” he grinds out.

“Okay, well, I’ll just, leave you be then. Try and…get some rest.”

T.K. would roll his eyes if he didn’t think the motion would make him puke. His dad’s bedside manner has always left a lot to be desired. When he was a kid, if T.K. got sick on his dad’s weekend, he was sent straight back to Gwyn’s apartment. He’s only gotten worse now that T.K. is an adult.

He’s not sure how much time passes before he has to run to the bathroom again, probably fifteen minutes or so. Then it’s back to his bunk, praying that maybe he’ll fall asleep so some of the pain will go away.

He’s just collapsed back into bed when his dad returns. “Son, I’ve brought you some crackers,” he says. “The internet says to stay away from spicy foods, and these are pretty bland, so I think they’re okay. Also some ice chips. You should try just one at a time.”

“Anything I eat will come right back up,” T.K. croaks, burying his face in his pillow.

Owen looks him over. “Maybe I should feed them to you…”

T.K.’s stomach clenches and he lets out an involuntary moan, struggling to keep whatever’s still in there in place.

“Okay, never mind, clearly you know best, paramedic and all that. Holler if you need anything!” his dad says, backing out of the room.

A small part of T.K. wonders if he should try to get himself home, but even the thought of moving makes him nauseous. There’s no way he can drive.

The bed shifts as someone sits down on the edge of the mattress and then gentle fingers card through his hair. “Dad, go away,” he croaks, eyes still closed. Everything hurts and he doesn’t want anymore weird tea or unhelpful advice from WebMD.

“It’s me.”

He cracks an eyelid to find worried chocolate brown eyes looking down at him. “Carlos?” he says weakly. “What are you doing here?”

“Your dad texted. Something about it looking bad for him if a paramedic dies inside his firehouse,” he says, a soft smile on his lips. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

Getting to his feet is a struggle, even with Carlos’ strong, supportive arms. He’s dizzy and nauseated and he’s pretty sure he has a fever now too considering the chill that’s settled into his bones.

“Is everyone else this bad?” Carlos asks as they slowly walk to the car.

“Worse,” T.K. tells him and he can feel Carlos’ sympathetic grimace. “Wait, why do you have your dad’s truck instead of the Camaro?” he asks when they stop in front of a vehicle that is definitely not Carlos’.

“We traded for the day,” Carlos says casually, but T.K. knows a fib when he hears one.

“Did you make your dad switch cars because you were afraid I would throw up in the Camaro?” T.K. asks, glaring at him with watery eyes as Carlos settles into the driver’s seat and hands him an emesis bag he clearly swiped from the station.

“Shh, you’re sick, don’t worry about the details,” Carlos says, a little too quickly, and it’s enough to confirm T.K.’s theory. His fiancé might be able to fool the bad guys he deals with every day, but he’s actually a pretty terrible liar. He decides that just to spite Carlos he won’t throw up for the entire ride home.

He makes it five minutes before his stomach clenches so painfully that he has to bend over and put his head between his knees to try and dull the pain. Carlos’ hand comes to rest on his back, a comforting, familiar weight. “You need me to pull over?” he asks, worry coloring his tone.

T.K. shakes his head. He just wants to get home. Also if he talks, he’s going to lose the battle with his stomach.

He makes it the entire ride and narrowly escapes barfing all over the hallway, taking himself straight to the bathroom and slamming the door shut behind him. There’s nothing left to come up, but that doesn’t stop him from retching over the toilet until every muscle in his body is screaming at him.

When he’s done he curls into a ball on the bathroom tile, wishing that memories of being in similar positions on significantly less clean floors and in far sketchier locations weren’t coming to mind.

The door creaks open. “Do you want me to help you to bed or to the couch?” Carlos asks, his sneakers the only thing visible from T.K.’s position.

T.K. shakes his head. He can’t move. He’ll just end up back here again.

“T.K. you can’t stay here on the floor.”

“It’s fine,” he manages.

Carlos sighs and then his feet disappear. T.K. rests his cheek against the tile, its chill making him shudder. This is going to be a miserable twenty-four hours.

Carlos’ footsteps return and something drops to the floor near T.K.’s head. He cranes his neck a little bit to see a couple pillows and a blanket and the next thing he knows, Carlos is sitting next to him on the floor, back resting against the wall.

“What are you doing?” T.K. asks, his voice raspy from so much gagging.

Carlos puts the pillow in his lap and pats it invitingly. “If you’re going to be in here then I’ll be in here with you,” he says.

T.K. squints up at him. “Are you serious?”

Carlos raises his eyebrows. “Do you really think I’d be sitting on the bathroom floor if I wasn’t?”

“You don’t have to. You should go Scotch Guard the couch or reorganize the spice cabinet again,” T.K. tells him.

“Is…that what you think I do when I’m home by myself? Never mind, don’t answer that,” Carlos tells him. “I’m not leaving you here alone. Come on.”

He gently takes hold of T.K.’s arm and tugs until he finally moves, sliding himself across the floor and resting his head on the pillow in Carlos’ lap. He has to admit, it’s definitely more comfortable than lying on the floor by himself.

Carlos’ hand touches his forehead as he brushes his fingers through T.K.’s hair, and it makes him frown. “You feel warm.”

“I think I have a fever,” T.K. says with a shiver. “I might be dying.”

“You’re not dying.”

“I feel like I am,” he says miserably.

“How is that you’re more of a baby about a little food poisoning than you are about being shot?” Carlos asks, a wry smile on his face.

“Why are you being mean to me on my death bed?” T.K. asks him with a squinty eyed glare.

“I’m sorry, is me sitting on our bathroom floor with you in your time of need not showing you enough love?”

“Your bedside manner sucks,” T.K. grumbles, but he cuddles more deeply into Carlos’ lap anyway.

“I’ll try to work on it.” Carlos’ fingers drift over T.K.’s ear and down his cheek. “Let’s give it a half hour and then see if you can keep anything down, okay?”

That sounds like a terrible and painful idea, but T.K. nods in agreement. If he doesn’t start getting some fluids back into his body soon, he’s going to be in trouble.

“Thanks for coming to get me today,” he says as Carlos pulls a blanket over him, tucking it gently into place.

“I’ll always come get you,” Carlos promises. “And hold your hand, and clean up your barf…”

T.K. chuckles then groans in pain. “Don’t make me laugh.”

“Sorry,” Carlos says with a soft chuckle of his own. “You guys should sue the department. They could have killed an entire shift.”

“No good deed goes unpunished,” T.K. says between gritted teeth as his stomach clenches again.

“Well at least we get to spend some quality time together,” Carlos says, his voice soft and soothing.

Despite the pain in his gut and the acrid taste in his mouth T.K. feels himself being lulled toward sleep by Carlos’ gentle care. “Are you going to stay here with me forever?” he mumbles as his eyes grow heavy.

Carlos presses a kiss to his hair. “Absolutely.”

#911 Lone Star #911lsfic #Tarlos Fic #TK Strand #Sick TK Strand #Vomiting #Puking #Carlos Reyes #Nancy Gillian #Mateo Chavez #Judd Ryder #Marjan Marwani #Paul Strickland #Owen Strand #Bad Things Happen Bingo #Food Poisoning

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911: Lone Star S4 E14 | The Case of the Stolen Pudding Cup -> The Culprit Revealed

#911 lone star #911lsedit #paul strickland #carlos reyes #marjan marwani #nancy gillian #you know when I said ACAB I didn't think it would include PUDDING THEFT #how dare you carlos?#I nominate this scene for one of the best scenes of season 4 so far tbh #paul's absolutely ridiculous over the top detective work #carlos as the surprise villain reveal #the shocked faces of everyone else #the utter betrayal on paul's face as carlos shows zero remorse #10 out of 10. a masterpiece #this scene was also a great reminder to myself to stop taking this show so seriously lmao #my gifs #long post #The Case of the Stolen Pudding Cup #episode: s04e14 tongues out

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Part 2 of Potential Highlights of Jim using his Troll variants

1. Jim, as Pandora (his Conundrum variant), tries to learn the piano with Blinkys' help. He's impressed with himself how well he does and even does difficult pieces with Blinky as duets.

It frustrates him, though, that when he changes back, his dexterity is gone, and he can only do a few simple notes. Blinky still encourages him, though.

2. If Jim has to be a troll when cooking, he chooses to be Pandora. The extra arms make for less work.

He also likes doing extra cool knife tricks with his additional hands.

Though he has a hard taste testing.

3. In a game of PyroBligst, Jim turns into his Krubera form A.K.A Mystic. Shocking the Krubera players and Queen Userna herself.

4. Jim, as Crystalback, looks so similar to Draal that Kanjigar often accidentally mistakes the two. The pair have fun with this😆

5. When Jim first starts turning into Masquerade, his skin starts turning blue. His mom noticed and thought it's a stain, but Jim knew better...

6. When Jim first learns to glide as Masquerade with Stricklanders guidance, he calls in "Falling with style" ✨️

7. When Jim first turns into Magicka (his Angor Rot variant) he comes off as a cool and silent type before looking down on himself and saying "Awsome sauce"! in a gruff deep voice.

8. Jim as Mudslide (his Quagawump variant) is an enthusiastic dancer and singer. He has little trouble asking Claire to the dance. Though Claire makes it clear she expects him to ask as Jim.

All of this is right on point.

Stonebreaker's Condrum variant earned the name as whenever something happens it is literally like opening Pandora's Box. You either find hope or absolute chaos. In the piano case, it's hope for improvement. The latter is just chaos as Jim definitely made a mess cooking in this form the first time.

Shellshock was unfathomable right there especially for Queen Usurna. The fact the shapeshifter took on such an appearance felt blasphemous to her. Although Usurna had to keep up appearances as any retaliation in plain sight would be foolish.

Draal and Jim absolutely pranked the hell out of Kanijar with this. You know the baby meeting the uncle whose their dad's identical twin? They did that with Kanijar unaware that he mistaken Jim for Draal or the other way around. Everyone thought it was funny especially when the two could easily impersonate the other.

Jim freaked out. He had to practice the shapeshifting bit before dinner. Although at some points his hand turned blue or a wing tries to peek out. The excuses he had to made was numerous.

Facepalm moment for Strickler. Avocado dad purposely made sure they flew near mud or small pools of water a few times afterwards. Jim didn't call it 'Falling with Style' since then. Strickler wonder if this how Stalking parents when teaching their more rambunctious whelps to fly.

Embarrassment for both cases. Angor didn't mention his confusion at the strange phrase as he had a lot more emotions and an opponent to deal with. Jim might've used Mudslide as inspiration to improve his dance skills than just confidence. Claire just thinks he cutes when flustered and doesn't mind dancing with his other forms.

It just makes the dance with his human self more sweeter.

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OUTLAW (44)

ATEEZ poly!ot8 x Reader

Cowboy AU / Wild West

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A/N BETA READ (@mariana-mmtz). This chapter is short because it's a filler one. Next couple of one might be as well.

All the boys in the camp turned their heads the moment you came stomping in with Yunho behind you. They raised their brows at each other when they saw the scolding look on your face, wondering if it would be a smart idea to ask what was going on.

“Hey, Darling. Where were y'all?” San was the one who had the courage to ask.

“Hendrick has my dad in prison.” You sighed, shoulder dropping as all the tension left your body the moment you saw all the boys.

“Why?” Mingi asked.

“They are accusing him of being the one to take the money from city hall. They're also thinking we were the ones who did it.” Yunho explained to them, crossing his arms.

“They're going to come looking for us again?” Wooyoung questioned, looking around.

They knew it was best to leave town for a bit and go into hiding. However, that was before they thought about sending a manhunt for specific people. Things would change if that was the case for the group.

No matter how many times you were able to break someone out of prison, you would still be coming back to help the people of the town. Even if you did take the money this time, who’s to say that Klein wouldn’t just raise the taxes again to collect the money back? Quaid was still going to be there whispering things into the mayor’s ear.

“No.” You spoke up, looking at them all with your head raised. “We'll go to them.” You said

“What do you mean?” Seonghwa furrowed his eyebrows, looking at you oddly.

“It doesn't matter if we take the money and give it back.” You explained. “So long as Quaid is here he'll keep taking the money. He's the one who brought in Sciencslaver. We have to cut the weeds from the roots.”

“Princess is right.” Hongjoong spoke up, coming out from the main tent.

“Captain it won't matter if we don't stop Strickland.” Jongho told him. “They'll just keep sending more goons.”

“Then we have a while to plan for our next heist.” Hongjoong grinned at his members. “For now we can save this town from them.”

“We've done this before. It's nothing new. You all already know how it goes.” He shrugged it off like it was nothing.

“What did we get from the homes?” Yunho asked.

“From Quaid's house we found letters to Z.” Yeosang explained. “They talk about how stupid the mayor here is and how easy it was to manipulate them. He also has some letters between Hendricks. The sheriff knows about Strickland.” He added.

“How can we get them both out then?” Seonghwa asked. “Klein has nothing to do with it obviously.”

“We should go to him first and reveal everything.” You spoke up.

“You think he'll listen?” San raised a brow.

“He's an idiot as Quaid says.” You pursed your lips. “I don't think it'll be hard to make him see what he's been doing.”

“How do we get Hendricks to resign?” Wooyoung questioned.

Your lips twitched at the mention of that man. For as long as you could remember you never really had any bad blood with him. Only had the chance to watch him from afar during church hours and the likes. You never really paid attention to the way he did his job. You didn’t bother to get involved with those kinds of affairs obviously.

You did hear gossip rumors from the saloon’s patrons though. How they heard that the sheriff would take bribes to keep from giving the rich tickets or taking their taxes. It wasn’t your business–not until he came to arrest you for someone mistaking you as a criminal.

And maybe you were one now, but it was for a good cause. Back then you were saving that girl, and she understood what you did at that point. She understood what it was like to be in that position with nothing else to do. She had been thankful you were there to save her but she regretted saying anything with how the sheriff seemed to have twisted her words. It wasn’t her fault but you knew there was something wrong with Hendricks that day.

“We will have to ask Klein for help. I'm sure he has dirt on the man.” You answered.

“I never trusted him.” Jongho sneered.

“No one did.” Yeosang retorted.

“We have to move now.” Hongjoong got up, getting his gun ready. “I'm positive Quaid has caught on and will be skipping town soon. Have to catch him before he can leave.” He locks his pistol into place, giving all of you a glance.

“Doll, you're gonna need to keep your family safe.” Mingi mentioned. “If they have your dad in custody they'll probably try to get them to tell them things. Bring them here for now.” He told you.

You suddenly remember how your father told you to take care of them. To run from the town with the boys and your family. But you couldn’t just leave him behind when he wasn’t the one who did it. It had been you and your family was caught up in your problems.

The boys knew what it was like to feel guilty for dragging others down into your own problems. They had brought so many people down in their mistakes–caused some to lose things that meant so much to them–but in the end they knew good things had come from them. They understood that in order to make things right there were going to be something that would go wrong. It was for the greater good, they would tell themselves.

But in this moment they had the chance of saving your family and keeping them from getting hurt. It was best to do what they could to keep you from feeling worse than you already did. You meant a lot to them and they would rather loose than see you upset over something that happened in their watch.

“Okay.” You sighed.

“We'll keep them safe.” Hongjoong walked up to you, bringing your head forward to place your forehead against his. “You have my word.”

“It's not them I'm worried about.” You whispered, pulling back to look Hongjoong in the eye.

“Like I said. We've done this a bunch of times. We know how things go now.” The captain grinned.

You trusted them wholeheartedly, to the point that you were sure if they asked you to do something you would. You knew your family was more than safe in their care. Even if they were going to be with you the whole time, you were sure they would keep your family in a place where no harm would come to them. Not on their watch.

You didn’t know what they had planned up their sleeves–you honestly didn’t even know what you were going to do. But you knew that you had one thing on your mind and that was to take your father out of prison. And to do that you had to get to Hendricks first. Your anger towards him was what fueled your passion to reach what you needed.

And you were more than ready with the boys standing behind you.

“Let's go.”

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