#twin passions tuesday

[bil-daddy]

Hi Bildaddy, I'm also trying also become a shoemaking obstetrician, just like you 👌

Amazing! 666/666

Just one note, though. I see the baby, but where are the shoes?

#bildaddy answers #beautiful cosplay #bildad the shuhite #bildad nation #bildad brainrot #bildaddy #oh bildad we're really in it now #oh bildad the shuhite we're really in it now #bildad the shuhite army #bildad #bildad my beloved #bildad the shuite #twin passions tuesday

[shutanictemple]

Dear Shutanic Temple

please accept my most humble offerings

oxen…

some goats…

(human) kids

a few regular kids…

crows…

the bluest of the lizards…

ducks

angrier ducks (geese)

some lovely shoes our Lord in Shua must have made, for they are glorious

and many an assorted baby

May these offerings be welcomed by the High Priest, @bil-daddy.

Thank you for your extremely generous donation, @trenchcoat-of-bees. We can accept every single one, except for donations #5 and #15, due to recent legislation regarding human trafficking.

Please return the kids (human) and babies to their parents or guardians. If they do not have parents or guardians, we may have to start a Shutanic Orphanage run by @loretta-dont-you-oppress-me--if she has time for another job on top of being our 666th Scrivener.

As a show of our gratitude, please accept these address label stickers

along with several black and white photographs that will encourage you to donate again--anything except babies and kids (human)

#shutanic temple answers #shutanic temple #666th scrivener loretta #bildaddy #bildad brainrot #bildad nation #twin passions tuesday #bilday #everyday is bilday #bilday is everyday #oh bildad we're really in it now #bildad my beloved #bildad the shuhite army #bildad the shuhite #oh bildad the shuhite we're really in it now #bildad #bildad the shuite

[the-velvet-worm]

thinking abt Vex getting back from Pandemonium and realizing she’s pregnant and just. feeling so many things because they’ve just saved the world ⎯ again ⎯ and she just lost Vax, and he would’ve been the first person she told (after Percy, of course) and he would’ve been so excited and happy for her and it would’ve given them so much to look forward to but he’s gone and there’s nothing she can do about it, she can’t tell him, her kids will never know their uncle, and it’s just a lot for someone to handle so soon after everything they all literally just went through. like how is she supposed to be take in such news when the other half of her soul is missing now? she still has Percy, her husband, her heart, but the one constant throughout her entire life is gone and she just. idk probably felt really lonely for a bit there. to have the knowledge that she was experiencing something so wonderful and joyful with the man she loves, while she’s mourning the fact that her brother won’t be a part of any of it is just... really fuckin sad, man lol

#I'm still very much in my feels abt this and I may or may not be exploring that through fic so stay tuned for that #critical role #cr1 #cr1 spoilers #critical role spoilers #vex'ahlia #vax'ildan #percy de rolo #perc'ahlia #and like yes this is something that has been explored by others through writing but let me have this okay lol #I haven't written anything i felt passionately about in a really long time and channeling my grief in a creative way is like #super cathartic for me #so I kinda just need a little bit of closure/catharsis before I can move on #and maybe it'll be an extended thing idk #but I'm just having a lot of feelings about the twins and their relationship and Vax's death and and and #anyway I hope it's a lovely Tuesday! #mine probably won't be skdjfksf

[bildadzine]

Friends of Bildad, have an ox rib! …we mean, the cover and table of contents for our safe-for-work edition, TWIN PASSIONS: SHOEMAKING.

Available April 18th through Tuesday, May 7th at 11:59pm EST!

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[misshoneyimhome]

Prologue:

Summary; You and Freddie share a bond that goes back to your early years, having been best friends since you were just three years old. However, on Freddie's 18th birthday, a personal conversation arises that prompts you to take your friendship to a new level - one that transcends the boundaries of mere friendship.

Tags; young!Freddie x reader; friendship;

Warnings; talk of sexual intercourse;

a/n: so, this is perhaps a little different, since it could/should be written in Danish, however, since nobody on eart can read that laguage (and I couldn’t write this even to defend me life), we’ll keep it in English; hope you enjoy it;

**

October, 2007

It was an ordinary Tuesday evening when you found yourself at the Andersen's residence for Freddie's 18th birthday family dinner. You were attending the event along with your father, which wasn’t really anything unusual, as you and Freddie had essentially grown up together. Long story short: your fathers had been childhood friends and even played on the same hockey team, the local Herning Blue Fox, back in the day.

However, your father's life took a turn when he turned 20, where he was fortunate enough to have the opportunity to pursue a hockey career overseas in Ontario, Canada, but though his career was on the rise, a severe knee injury abruptly ended it. He then decided to change direction, settling down with your mother, and a few years later, you and your twin brother, Tom, were born. 

But then, just as things appeared perfect, tragedy struck again, when you were three, and your mother tragically lost her life in a car accident. And that's when your father decided to return to his hometown, and your now smaller family moved in just a few houses down from the Andersen family.

And Ernst and Charlotte Andersen were a godsend during that difficult time. Ernst helped your father secure a job at the local sports club, and Charlotte provided your family with love and support, often assisting with you and your brother when your father had to work late. To put it simply: their kindness was immeasurable.

This was probably why you and Freddie had become inseparable over the years. You spent nearly every day together, despite the three-year age gap, and your strong bond was hard to explain, but it might have been due to your growing love for hockey. You often found yourselves at the rink with your father and his friends, like Ernst, bonding over the sport. Meanwhile, Tom had a deeper passion for football, which led him to attend a sports boarding school on the other side of the country, leaving you alone with your father for the rest of the school year.

Nevertheless, you didn't mind at all. Freddie was your closest friend, and sitting next to him during the meal that night felt entirely natural. You treasured these moments, especially now as Freddie was transitioning into adulthood, and more than ready to embark on his own hockey career as a highly talented goaltender.

"Finished?” Freddie asked you with a mischievous grin on his fair, red-headed face, as the meal was drawing to a close. You nodded with a smile. His younger siblings, Sebastian and Amalie, had already retired to their rooms, and the youngest Andersen, Valdemar, was comfortably nestled in his mother's lap. "Feel like getting out of here?" he suggested, noticing that the adults were deep in some weighty conversation, and you and Freddie were eager to have a private chat of your own.

"Absolutely," you replied simply, offering your heartfelt thanks to Charlotte for the delightful meal and flashing her your warmest smile. Charlotte had always been a second mother to you, a role she'd assumed since you'd never had one of your own. She was the most nurturing person you'd ever met, treating you like a second daughter, if not one of her own, both before and after Amalie was born.

With the dishes in hand, you and Freddie shared laughter and jokes as you made your way to the kitchen and then to his room down the hallway. It was a room that had been a second home to you for most of your life, where you, Freddie, Tom, and Sebastian had spent countless days and weekends playing games and constructing forts when you weren't out in the garden training your hockey skills or engaged in a round of ball.

The room spoke volumes about Freddie's passion and identity. It was adorned with posters of hockey legends and idols, framed pictures of his father and mementos from his hockey career, game tickets from around the world that they'd attended as father and son, sometimes even with the whole family. Hockey jerseys, sticks, and all sorts of hockey memorabilia adorned the room, and it all brought a smile to your face as you settled onto his one-and-a-half-person bed. While you never played the sport yourself, you were an avid hockey enthusiast. You loved watching Freddie play and spent countless hours at the arena with his teammates and friends. You even volunteered to assist with younger teams and where there any ice-skating events coming up? You were there, as a dedicated fan through and through.

"So, any birthday wishes?" you asked Freddie, your smile warm as he settled into a lounge stool in front of you.

"No, not really," he chuckled. "Honestly, I only wish for success in my hockey career," he modestly admitted. Something that was very typically Freddie. He was never one to talk much or share his deep thoughts openly in a crowd. For some reason, he always remained humble, even though his talent as a goalie was evident to everyone. So, obviously success seemed inevitable, one way or another.

"Well, we all know that's going to happen," you playfully grinned. "Come on, there must be something?"

Freddie didn't respond immediately. Instead, there was a moment of quiet between you, as he wrestled with his thoughts; something was indeed on his mind, something personal and intimate, perhaps even embarrassing. And it was unusual for him to feel this way; he had never shied away from sharing his deepest thoughts or insecurities with you before, as your close relationship had formed a unique bond that neither of you shared with anyone else. But this time, he seemed hesitant to speak, and you respected his choice to share or not. You would never pressure him into revealing something he wasn't comfortable with, even though your curiosity was piqued.

"Well... there is something," Freddie began, fidgeting with his fingers and scratching the back of his neck. "Or not a thing, more like something I'd like to do," he admitted softly, glancing down with a hint of nervousness in his voice.

"Freddie, you can tell me," you reassured him, your tone gentle and caring, as you tried to catch his gaze, letting him know that he was in a safe space, just the two of you.

"It's a bit embarrassing," he then admitted, turning his gaze towards you and offering a soft, blushing smile.

You could sense that he really wanted to share his thoughts, and your curiosity was slowly growing with every second. "I'm your best friend, Freddie; nothing's too embarrassing," you reassured him, keeping your voice low and timid, earning him to let out a deep sigh, as he prepared himself to speak.

"Well, you see... the thing is..." he struggled to find the right words. "I've never... you know... I've never done 'it'," he almost blurted out, his freckled cheeks now tinged with crimson, as his gaze was fixed on the wooden floor of his room.

The air in the room was filled with silence as the meaning of his words sunk in.

"Oh," was all you managed to say at first, your mind processing his revelation. "Wait... what?" you then added, slightly bewildered by what Freddie had just shared. "You've never done it?" Your voice held genuine surprise.

"Shhh..." Freddie hushed you. "I don't need Seb to know as well."

"Sorry..." you replied softly, keeping your voice low and calm. "I'm just so surprised," you added, your eyes locked with Freddie's as his blush gradually subsided, and his fair skin returned to its normal hue.

"Why's that?" he asked, his expression showing a mix of slight offence and confusion.

But you simply mustered a sweet smile for him. "Well, have you met you?" you lightly chuckled. "Freddie, you're one of the most amazing guys I know. You're kind and wonderful," you said, looking earnestly at your best friend. "Besides, you have so many friends, both guys and girls, so I guess I just assumed that you've..." you trailed off, earning a small smile from him.

Your words warmed his heart, and he knew you well enough to understand that you meant every one of them.

"Well, I guess I've just never been with someone I wanted to do it with," he explained, the slight tension between you gradually softening, as did your body language.

"What about Maya?" you inquired, referring to the girl Freddie had dated from the ice figure skating team. It was a sort of 'tradition' among the hockey boys to pursue relationships with the girls in their age group, and Freddie had connected with Maya, a tall, fit, and slim beauty with big brown eyes and light brown hair. Quite the opposite of your appearance. You were shorter, your hair was light, and your skin held a few freckles during the summer. You had more curves—breasts, hips, and thighs. Not that you were unhappy with your appearance; it was just different from the other girls who were often around Freddie and his hockey friends.

"We never actually did it... I mean, we did 'stuff' - and it was nice, but we never went all the way," he explained, and you nodded in understanding.

“Why not?” you asked, your curiosity evident in your voice.

But Freddie simply shrugged. “Guess I just wasn’t ready… and I just didn’t feel comfortable doing it with her…” There was another moment of silence, as you once again offered him a simple nod, before he continued. “What about you?” he then inquired.

But no, you hadn’t done it either. You hadn’t had a boyfriend or even something close to a boyfriend. Though, you did have many friends, also boys, but none of them had ever shown an interest in you like that. Perhaps only some of Freddie’s friends once or twice - but it had mostly been as a joke. Freddie would never let any of them get near you like that. That was simply off limits. 

So you shook your head gently. “No,”  your voice was low and soft. 

“Fair” Freddie simply said, offering you a friendly smile. “I mean, you shouldn’t do it if you aren’t ready, right, or just because everyone else is doing it.” 

And of course you knew that. In fact you’d never felt forced to wander down that road, even though your closest girlfriends had already started to explore those parts of themselves with their first loves. But with that said, you had indeed started to explore yourself alone, with inspiration from what they’d shared in your close girl group. You’d started in the slow, with a soft touch on your breasts, gently massaging them, and lightly pinching a nipple a few times. Then you’d moved your fingertips slowly down your torso, and with a finger or two, you’d very gently started to rub what you’ve come to know as the clitoris. A little pea, filled with nerves, that had made you feel so good, despite a little tinge at first. But with a little patience and practice, you’d also come to learn how you enjoyed the soft circular movements, which made soft moans escape your lips, and eventually you’d moved further down to your entrance, where you’d started out with a finger to push in. And that was how you slowly started to learn how to gently please yourself. But just the mere thought of having someone else do it to you, was some what new to you. And it was indeed intriguing. 

“I know… but the thing is…” you almost whispered, your mind puzzled whether to share your thoughts or not. “I think, I’m actually ready…” you admitted, once again locking eyes with Freddie, earning a little ‘oh’ from him. 

“Really?” he asked, sounding a little more surprised than intended. And you nodded in response. 

“Yeah.. I don’t know why… I guess I’m just really curious about it,” you kept your voice low and steady, as your eyes sought for Freddie’s reaction. You hoped he wouldn't judge your sudden revelation, and he didn't. His expression remained gentle and composed, though he did seem slightly torn between continuing the conversation, or ending it before it led to suggestions that could potentially impact your friendship. Ultimately, he decided to forge ahead.

“So…” he tried to formulate his next sentence. “You’ve got anyone in mind?” 

You shook your head. No, you hadn't thought of anyone in particular for this. It had simply been an intriguing idea that had crossed your mind recently.

Freddie felt a slight wave of relief wash over him. He had an idea but wasn't sure if it was too bold for both of you to share such an intimate experience. 

“What if…” he gently spoke, breaking the silence hanging between the two of you. “What if you and I, you know, did it?” He was genuinely surprised by his own audacity as his mind suggested the idea, and his mouth followed suit.

You were a bit taken aback, although the idea wasn't entirely foreign to you. It might even have crossed your mind once or twice, but you never imagined that Freddie would think of you in that way. Nevertheless, his suggestion brought a smile to your face.

With a subtle nod, you delicately nibbled on your lower lip before speaking. "It wouldn't be awkward, would it?" you hesitantly inquired, eliciting a faint gasp from Freddie.

Then he released a soft sigh. "How about we simply call it one friend assisting another?" he playfully proposed, prompting a small chuckle from you as you nodded in agreement.

"Agreed."

#freddie andersen imagine #frederik andersen imagine #frederik andersen #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #carolina hurricanes imagine #nhl hockey player #freddie andersen

[sweaterweatherever]

Wednesday headcanons: Reader as Wednesday's twin.

Warnings: None. There is also no pairing and pretty much gender neutral.

Requested: No

A/N: I have not seen many headcanons that are like this, so here we go. I thought it was a cute idea, especially since I already wrote an Addams reader, that you can see here.

Masterlist

▪️Okay, first thing, your powers. I think you could be a physic, just like Wednesday and Morticia, but you could also end up with electrokinesis, from your dad's side. We don't know if Gomez has powers, but Uncle Fester definitely does. The same goes for Pugsley, so who knows what you and him could end up with. It seems plausible it would be one of those things because the series shows that certain powers run in a family. (Bianca and her mother are both sirens, Xavier and his father are psychics, Enid, and her parents and so on.)

▪️I don't think they would name you something like Thursday because I have seen the entire rhyme and it seems unlikely. Maybe Wednesday calls you Monday (Fair of face) or Tuesday (Full of grace) as a way to tease you, but your parents would find any of the others names repulsing.

▪️Your mother thinks every girl needs her twin, and so, you go to Nevermore with Wednesday because she can't bear to part you two. Wednesday rolls her eyes, but she loves you just as she loves Pugsley, so she is secretly glad.

▪️You aren't the dominant twin and it shows. Really. It would be very hard for you to be able to rein Wednesday in, she has one of those personalities. Besides, her attitude screams oldest daughter to me, so even being twins, she would assume that role.

▪️You would be fraternal twins, not identical, but I think you would look like an Addams, so the dark clothes are a must. You could also end up as the black sheep of the family, wearing normal clothes, but I don't think after growing up with them, you would dress like Enid.

▪️Weems still would put Wednesday with Enid and you would end up in some other dorm. The idea is for Wednesday to open herself to the world, so it's unlikely she would room you together. You could end up with Yoko or Divina as a roomie, or if you are a boy, with Ajax or Kent. It wouldn't matter, Wednesday would drop by when trying to escape from her roomie or just to check on you.

▪️Oh man, imagine you get asked on a date. Wednesday would have kittens.

“You touch a hair on Monday's head and I will cut your hands and feed them to you.” She glowers, while your poor date looks ready to piss themselves. “I will not hesitate.” And then, turning to you, fixing your clothes. “Have fun.”

▪️Going after her every time she ends up in danger, forcing her to be more careful because she doesn't want you in danger.

▪️Everyone knows not to mess with you because they know you have a scary older sister.

▪️You would end up knowing how to defend yourself because the Addams would not let any of their kids defenseless.

▪️Having their backing to pursue any kind of lifestyle or passion that you wanted. They are open-minded, and they would love you no matter what, that's evident.

▪️Bonus:

Holidays with the Addams: If you are Latinx, like me, you know Christmas Eve and New Year's Eve are a big thing here. I can bet it is like that for the Addams. You guys would dress up, partake in some darker traditions (Burning something definitely comes to mind) and have a nice horrid dinner. I bet they are the kind of parents that say that on New Year's Eve, you have to stay in until 12 and then, maybe, you can go partying. They seem specially tight-knit, so they could also be the ones that say you have to spend it with the family.

Morticia and Gomez definitely take the traditional hug or kissing to an embarrassing point.

They are good gift givers, so I think they would get you exactly what you want in the most unexpected way.

#wednesday netflix #wednesday 2022 #wednesday #wednesday addams #my writing #wednesday headcanons #wednesday show #wednesday tv show #reader is gender neutral #reader is an addams #morticiaandgomez #morticia addams #gomez addams #gomez and morticia #morticia frump #pugsley addams

[flipper-kisses]

lol anon back (same anon that listed why Rami is amazing)! I got more 🙃

He’s our clumsy king and owns it

He fell at the Oscars, fell/pushed off a side railing, did parkour only to fall when he started running on the ground (it was a Mr. Robot blooper), fell backwards in a fucking chair, and tripped during the Red Carpet at the Met Gala. This man literally trips over air and himself but we still love him ❤️

Spending time with Emma who is non-binary

Literally does make a difference because it helps non-binary people feel like they’re noticed!

Puts so much thought and consideration i to his characters and roles!

Just think about all he had to do for “The Pacific”, “Mr. Robot”, and “Bohemian Rhapsody”! Definitely lots of dedication and hard work and passion for his roles, like wow. 

Rami’s hair

Never gets old and I love his curly hair era! Also wavy hair too! Wonderful hair lol

He has great expectations for his roles

In an interview, Rami was asked if he was happy about “Night at the Museum” casting a pharaoh correctly. Rami’s reaction literally said, “that shouldn’t be something to be super overly happy about, it should just be casted correctly”. Good expectations honestly. 

Rami was the side character for so damn long and steals every scene he’s in

Rami is literally amazing in all scenes he does and even if he’s not the main character, all eyes are on him (at least mine are 😌)

He’s one of the best versatile actors I think I’ll ever witness!

This man has literally played: a gay teenager who was crushing on his best friend

traumatized war veteran who has a thick Cajun accent

an iconic and memorable lead band singer

Alcatraz prisoner who plays the violin

ancient mummy pharaoh that comes to life at night

hacker with d.i.d and ptsd

a doctor named Adam Terry

random dude in Battle Ship

a vampire with a cool scarf

a mountain man and in real life Rami gets the chance to squabble in a tiny boat with his identical twin lmao (best sibling fight we’ll ever witness, @the-real-ramimalekpeen have you used this scene for Twin Tuesday yet?)

a 6’0 tall guy in a video game who was said to most likely have schizophrenia

a dude with a beard

a weirdo guy in the literal fucking show “BoJack Horseman”

and like so many other characters I’m choosing not to describe

Already said he was a “bad boy” and pranks people but he’s literally really funny 

Have you seen him in different interviews? Such a charmer and pretty funny as well.

Like the interview with Charlie Hunnam where there was a question about Rami’s eye color and he and Charlie were teasing each other and trying to find out Rami’s eye color. Then some pictures are also pretty funny.

Also the “DoLittle” game with Robert Downey Jr (Rami’s whole outfit and appearance during the Ellen Show with Robert Downey Jr 😩👌 literally here for his outfit, freaking immaculate lmao)

“wE sHot LiVe aiD oN dAy onE” 

That’ll be in my head forever, thanks Rami

“A playful smooch”

I don’t think I’ll recover from the shocked looks on everybody’s faces when Rami exposed how he had a kiss with Daniel Craig. 

His fans are wonderful 

This man has the best real fans. Which includes the fan artists, fanfic writers, and people who just appreciate him and/or his films! also people who stand up for him which is YOU Flipper and RamiPeen 👏

Photo shoots

How can you look at his photo shoots and NOT smile??? Precious but also sexy man. 

Again he has a literal soft spot for children

That one time where I’m pretty sure he read a book to a few children

Best hugs

He seriously gives the sweetest and warmest hugs. Like can I get a hug?? 🫂 

Oppenheimer moments

I don’t care what anyone says about his role in Oppenheimer. He had literally eight minutes of screen time yet still went for the fucking jugular and was successful. 

The bulge

He has no shame and no, I won’t expand on this except… @the-real-ramimalekpeen 😉

Doesn’t give a fuck about haters

Lmao y’all hated Rami in Amsterdam and thought his character was stupid? Well he probably doesn’t give a shit (or is obliviously living his best life) lmao. 

Ages like fine wine 

God he looks like he’s in his fucking thirties in so many pictures. Raise your hand if you ever looked at a picture of him and thought, “oh a picture when he was in his twenties!” and it turns out the picture was taken in his fucking 40s… a few days ago… Unproblematic people age perfectly. 

His smile makes me smile

Could he be any cuter??? His smile literally is so wonderful.  

Most caring thing you’ll see all day and is husband material

When he was giving Emma his jacket, comforting the woman (friend) who was crying and thanking the waitress, and so many other events 🥺

Okay anyways got even more than this lol… sorry for rambling on about our Rami. I’m just so happy I finally get the chance to share my Rami findings and thoughts I’ve collected over the years.

I love your love for him!

#rami malek

[litfeathers]

Just One Week: Chapter 2

5 days to the date...

Rating: T Pairing: Huntlow Content Warnings: None AO3 Mirror: Here Notes: This fic will update daily starting on 12/5 until it is finished on 12/11! Happy Huntlow week!

___________ Chapter 2: Tuesday, December 6th

Luz’s warning haunted Hunter. 

With every square on the calendar that got crossed out with a large red X, he grew more and more alarmed. 

Sunday the 11th stared him in the face. Taunting him with those romantic doodles decorating a scribble that said “Date with Willow.” 

Damn those cute little hearts! 

(It didn’t matter that he was the one who had drawn them in a fit of intense joy).

“Maybe…maybe Luz is right,” he fretted on Tuesday. “I was so focused on asking Willow out, I failed to consider that I will need to actually…talk to her?! On the actual date?!”

He briefly wondered if she would be cool with communicating with their scrolls while they had dinner. 

He immediately rejected that thought as being completely stupid. 

And he needed to come up with an idea that would be markedly less stupid. 

…which is why he was currently in the Noceda basement, talking to a mop.

It was wearing a pretty green dress, with its fibers twisted into a familiar set of twin braids. 

…and it was also wearing an old pair of Camila’s glasses and a flower crown.

“Oh, Titan. You look ravishing tonight, Willow,” Hunter said in a low voice, grabbing the mop and twirling it smoothly. “You are even more gorgeous than the time you picked up that huge potted plant without even trying.” 

The mop was silent, yet it seemed to appreciate the compliment.  

“It must have weighed at least seventy-five pounds. And you hauled it across the Hexside greenhouse like it was NOTHING,” he purred, leaning in to gaze into the mop’s…pretty…eyes? 

He smoothly dipped his “date,” lowering his eyebrows as he dialed up the charm. “I’ve had the most insane crush on you for months,” he moaned. “It’s driven me crazy. And finally being here…with you…alone…together…oh, Willow…may I please kiss you?!”

The mop gasped a breathless “Yes, yes, yes!”  

Hunter pursed his lips. 

He slowly leaned in. 

And he very fortunately stopped himself at the last second. 

“Oh. That would be kinda gross,” he muttered softly, still holding the mop in a passionate embrace. 

He sighed and let it go. 

It fell to the floor with an earth-shatteringly loud clatter. 

“I don’t think this is something I can exactly…train for,” Hunter finally accepted. “And I think I’m kinda screwed.” 

___________

Chapter 3

#Huntlow #Huntlow week 2022

[bil-daddy]

honest question does bildad use a bildo? thank you for your time -🍑

On myself or on @mrazfellco? Cause the answer to your question depends on that

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[annaizscribbling]

Just Out of Reach

Chapter eight of my Patton Centric psychological horror/ Dad!Patton suburban family fic.

Read on AO3 here or read chapter eight below!

CW: Blood mention. Gaslighting. Manipulation. Nightmares. Lost sense of reality. Depression. Insomnia. Child abuse (sorta?). Horror elements. Light gore.

wordcount: 5500

The next five days pass in a brightened frenzy of paper crafts, animated movies, endless animal facts, sunny midday naps, long walks filled with chatter, rowdy trips to the park, and a pile of worn-out kids squeezed on the couch together, eyes struggling to stay open as the movie winds down for the foreseen yet satisfying happy ending.

Patton was comfortably situated on the armchair pushed up against the couch. He wasn’t watching the television but preferred to admire his children instead. He didn’t dare move to find a camera or something but rather he tried to remember the moment in his mind as vividly as possible, that way he can recall it and reignite that warm spark in his heart when his head gets cloudy again.

Logan is curled into Virgil’s side, using the end of his brother’s open hoodie as a makeshift blanket. Virgil is holding his phone in one hand, occasionally glancing at it, then back at the television. His free hand is holding the snoozing toddler’s neck, keeping it from lolling into an uncomfortable position. Both twins are draped over Janus in some way, with Roman having lain himself across both Virgil’s legs and then propping himself up with Janus’ shoulders. Remus used the arm of the couch as his seat, but toppled over halfway to lean on Janus, who is mostly unbothered by them. A thin blanket is spread over his lap, as Janus is the most prone to getting chilly, even in the middle of the hottest summer months.

Something about the sight thaws parts of his heart he didn’t realize had frozen over, and somewhere deep down he makes a grave decision.

The next hectic week had Patton almost too busy to dwell on confliction or fear, he was instead caught up in the bustle of everyday life that comes with raising a gaggle of rambunctious children.

Patton also learns quite a bit about his kids.

He learns that Roman hates carrots with a fiery passion. Logan likes his juice watered down, but not if it’s cranberry juice. Patton had to pretend he forgot what day it was to cover for himself when Virgil leaves to go to a local arcade with his friends like he apparently does every Tuesday night. He learns that Remus refuses to wear both pieces of a matching pajama set, and Roman refuses to mix and match them. Janus likes to make his bed in a very particular way, and if you try and do it for him, he gives you the silent treatment for hours. Both twins can be persuaded into cleaning if you tell them to pretend to be a tragic protagonist like Cinderella, as Virgil demonstrated for Patton with a wink. Logan and Virgil can communicate without speaking somehow. Janus will find a way of tricking the twins out of their dessert if you don’t pay close attention.

And they all enjoy Crofters jam, but of course, none so much as Logan.

Something about it all seems so meant to be. Patton settles into the role as if it were second nature. Each new fact he learns about the children finds its way into his head and lodges there, as if he’d known for years and it just slipped away for a single moment. He takes each little dilemma in stride, settling petty squabbles, comforting each moment of distress, providing new and inventive meals, picking out a brightly colored band aid for each scraped knee, and sneaking up on his boys with a bear hug and a hair ruffle, that always ends in a playful tussle and a kiss on the head.

Every day is a new and unique mosaic of imperfect perfection.

He balances Logan on his hip as he vacuums, listening to him excitedly explain how he picked up all the blocks upstairs. Patton uses the end of his socked foot to kick toy cars out of the way as he vacuums and keeps an eye on the twins as they dust the shelves. He’s talking over his shoulder to Janus, telling him which disinfectant sprays can be used on the coffee table. Virgil is mopping, headphones strapped on and so loud that Patton has to tell him to turn it down before he damages his hearing.

While dusting with probably just slightly too much enthusiasm, Roman knocks a picture frame off the bookshelf, startling Remus into jumping two feet back, knocking into an unsuspecting Janus who trips and accidentally kicks the bucket of water that Virgil was mopping with, flooding the kitchen tile with dirty mop water.

And all Patton does in response to it is sigh and chuckle, ready to grab an armful of towels from the linen closet.

As big of a mess it ended up being, Patton was completely okay with it, because it was really just an inconsequential mess that could be fixed with a bit of patience and some towels. He managed to turn it into a game, getting the children’s competitive nature involved. Soon afterwards, the spill was cleaned, and they could all get back to their Saturday chores. Patton turned on some Disney music and they finished within the hour.

Everything ended up perfectly fine.

Little mishaps weren’t so bad. They were part of that messy perfection that Patton believed in. So he didn’t mind the mess. Because Patton could handle those types of messes.

It wasn’t complicated or painful. Littles messes are one sided, black and white, straightforward, manageable. They teach a lesson to be learned from and can be wrapped up neatly at the end of the day. They were simple.

Sure, even the little messes can seem massive and unsolvable to children, but Patton was the father. He had the answers, the easy fixes, the gentle nudges in the right direction. That was when was it was easy, that’s when life was hazy in a good way.

Spilled buckets of water, breaking a vase, throwing a baseball into the window by mistake, scraped knees, crayon scribbles on the wall, and bad dreams about the shadows in the closet.

Those were some things that Patton could explain and guide kids through without fearing repercussions or permanent problems if he slipped up. Those weren’t the multi-faceted issue with multiple complex points that all contradict, had no real answer, and caried heavy moral consequences that hinge on how you both handle and explain them.

But Patton could handle the little messes.

The little messes were okay.

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Virgil had intercepted Patton just before he went to bed that night.

Patton was admittedly pretty tuckered out after such a long day of crafts, walks, games, and wrestling with the twins. It was all incredibly fun, and Patton wouldn’t trade it for the world, but it really took some energy to keep up with them all day.

He’d accidentally kept the kids up just a bit too late. Save Virgil, the kids had all gathered in the twins’ room, where Patton couldn’t help but read a book for them, making the story as animated and exaggerated as possible.

Logan somehow managed to fall asleep face down on the carpet, but the twins and Janus were more than happy to stay awake for the full chapter, commenting and giggling at Patton’s wide array of silly voices, funny faces, and sound effects. Roman especially seemed to love it, loudly shushing his brothers when he got invested in the characters as Patton read.

But eventually he glanced up at a clock and realized the poor kids really could use some sleep, so Patton decided on a stopping point, sent Janus to bed with a big hug, tucked in Roman and Remus, scooped Logan off the floor to carry him to his room, then left the peacefully dozing toddler to go say goodnight to Virgil before getting some shut eye himself.

As Patton was approaching his room, he ran into Virgil, who had left his own room to find him. He was leaning up again the wall, his ever-present phone lit up in one hand. The wall of framed family photos behind the teenager had Patton resisting a smile. The photos were adorable, all at least a bit grainy, but such fun pictures that all could have been taken just yesterday.

The yellowed hallway light was the color of childhood nostalgia. It cast golden shadows over his child’s face.

“I just, uh. I wanted to ask if you were feeling better,” Virgil said, rubbing the back of his neck, “Last week, or whatever, you said you were really tired, and I guess I just wanted to check.”

Patton smiled softly, “Aw, thanks Kiddo. I’m feeling much better actually.” he said, and he felt a sense of self reassurance with how honest he was able to be.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I am!” Patton said. “It’s been really good lately, I’ve been,” he paused, picking his words carefully, “… I’ve been happy.” he decided.

The tension that Patton hadn’t noticed in Virgil’s shoulders gently melted away. He broke into a relived smile. “I’m really glad, Dad. I’ve been worried since you mentioned the allergy medicine stuff.”

Patton’s smile tightened slightly around the far corners of his mouth. “Yeah.”

“You’ve seemed like yourself again the last few days,” Virgil shrugged. “All chipper and bouncy again. But yeah, I was pretty scared for a day or two. Thought that maybe something happened, maybe. I don’t know, I-I was just worried about you.”

“I’m so sorry kiddo, I didn’t mean to worry you. Everything is okay now.” Patton promised gently.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” Virgil said, a smile pulling at his lips.

“Me too.” Patton whispered, tenderly pulling his eldest son into an embrace. Virgil returned the hug, wrapping his arms around Patton’s middle and giving a tight squeeze.

“I won’t take that stuff again,” Patton said into Virgil’s hair. “I won’t end up like that anymore. That’s over now.”

Virgil nodded into Patton’s chest. “Please don’t.” he responded, voice muffled and quiet.

“I know you worried about it,” Patton said, holding Virgil tighter. “I’m sure it kept you up at night, and stuck in your head when you tried to relax, but everything is okay. We’re all going to be perfectly fine.”

After a long moment in that hug, Virgil pulled away, wiping his eyes. “Love you, Dad.” he said quietly.

“I love you too, Virgil.” Patton whispered before pulling him back once more for a quick squeeze. Virgil laughed and playfully rolled his eyes and he wriggled out of Patton’s embrace.

The kid lingered for a moment before slipping away into his room across the hall. His footsteps were as quiet and delicate as fresh fallen snow.

The sticker covered door shut with a tiny click that rang in his ears, and Patton was left alone in the dim hallway.

Patton swallowed a mix of love and guilt that was building behind his tongue. Love for his kid, who cared so deeply and unashamedly for all of them. His kid who was so at ease and so authentic, who harbored no bitterness or deep seeded pain.

But the love was soured by a horrible tangy guilt.

Allergy medication.

Years of difficult choices. Hours of arguing. Months upon months spent in isolation and resentment. His entire lifetime up until now as a function.

He was letting Virgil blame it entirely on allergy medication.

He was really going to stick with that one, wasn’t he? Would it end there? Would he just let that one little lie be the foundation for everything else? Would that eat at him forever? What was he supposed to do? Tell the truth? He doesn’t even know where on earth he is. How would the truth help?

He rubbed his eyes as he opened his bedroom door, feeling an upcoming headache creep in. He just needed to go to bed and forget about it until morning or something.

Though really, he wouldn’t do ‘something’. No, he’d just forget about it, or at least tell himself he had forgotten.

Patton bit back a groan as he shut the door behind him. It was pitch black in his room, with the curtains drawn so no moon light was present to illuminate where his furniture was.

He vaguely remembered a floor lamp beside his bed, so he stumbled around looking for it, reluctant to hurt his eyes by turning on his ceiling light. Too bright.

Naturally, he tripped over the stupid slippers that always made their way into the center of his floor no matter how many times he kicked them under his bed. It was well known that Patton rarely swore, but the things he’d audibly called those cursed slippers would make a sailor do a double take. Unfortunately, Remus would probably be proud of his rather creative language.

After what felt like far too long for such a simple task, Patton bumped into the lamp and managed to locate the switch around the back.

A pleasant sharp sound greeted his ears as his eyes were blinded by a harsh cold light. He squinted and blinked to rid his vision of the spots floating around his eyes.

“Took you long enough.” A voice nearly directly beside Patton said dryly.

Patton jolted backwards with his eyes wide, clutching his chest like he’d had a heart attack. He nearly tripped over the stupid slippers again but managed to catch himself before he took a tumble.

His visitor smiled with a smug amusement, eyes flicking over each detail.

Of course, none other than Janus, was seated crisscrossed in the middle of Patton’s bed. He was still in his pajamas from earlier, but somehow managed to carry a completely different aura than before. His spine was straight, his hair was neater, his eyes were narrowed critically. He held himself with the distain and elegance of a renowned art critic instead of a nine-year-old boy, and he didn’t have to say a word to do it.

It made Patton’s bones feel tense with a tight dread.

After the few seconds it took for Patton’s nerves to recover, he ran a shaky hand through his hair. It felt silly to be so frightened by nothing but a little blonde boy, but he really was quite shaken, and judging by the way Janus was introducing himself, Patton had a sickening feeling that this conversation would not be pleasant.

“Janus? What are you doing in here? I thought you were in bed.” he said wearily.

In response, Janus smiled thinly. “I go where you need me.” he said noncommittedly.

Patton sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Well, it’s late, so I need you to go to bed now, Janus.” he said.

“Just like you need Virgil to trust you.” Janus shot back coolly, making absolutely no effort to get up and leave. He almost seemed to settle down even more.

“Janus, please,” Patton said in a low voice, headache beginning to throb.

The child did not respond. He just stared calculatingly.

“What do you want?” Patton caved timidly.

“I want exactly what you want.” Janus said easily, examining the edges of his nails.

Patton’s jaw tightened as he crossed his arms. His gaze hardened. “I don’t think that’s true.”

“Really?” Janus said, very clearly holding back a smug grin. “Because I disagree. You wouldn’t have acted like that with Virgil just now if you had a different goal than me.”

“You don’t know anything about that.” Patton retorted, feeling a hot defensiveness building behind his lungs. He swallowed thickly.

“I know a lot about that, actually. I know you’re telling him what he wants to hear, that way you get what you want, which is also what I want.” Janus challenged, eyes bright with a defined taunt.

The air in Patton’s lungs felt significantly thinner than before. He bit hard at the inside of his mouth. “Janus, stop. I don’t know exactly what you’re trying to do, but I know you’re manipulating me again.”

“Me? Manipulating you?” Janus asked with false doe eyes.

“Yes!”

Janus raised his eyebrows in mock surprise. “So just like you just manipulated Virgil?” he said sweetly.

Patton nearly took a step back. “W-what? Janus what are you talking-”

“Oh!” Janus interrupted. “I’m so sorry, maybe I misheard you. Because I thought I heard you tell Virgil that the reason you were acting so weird was because you took a different allergy medication.”

Patton faltered as guilt stabbed him like a hot knife in the gut.

Janus fluttered his eyelashes innocently, “Or did I mishear that?”

“No. No that’s not manipulating.” Patton argued weakly, though the confliction in his voice was far too thinly veiled to hide from Janus of all people.

“I’m pretty sure it is.” Janus said with an eyeroll. “You wanted Virgil to trust you and feel safe with you, so you lied to get him to feel that way. I’m pretty sure that’s manipulating, or am I just a silly little kiddo of yours?”

“You told me to say that!” Patton panicked.

“And you immediately agreed to lie,” Janus smirked. “Which maybe could be seen as a panic response,” Janus admitted with little reluctance. “But that was when you first got here. Now do keep in mind, you ended up using that lie multiple times, even going so far as to reinforce and add to it. I may have given you the lie, but you’ve seemed more than happy to use it when things get sticky. Not very moral of you, is it?”

Patton stammered in response, “But it wasn’t like that! I-I just wanted to comfort my son!” he protested hotly.

A slow Cheshire grin stretched over Janus’ lips. “Well look at that,” he purred.

The hairs along Patton’s arms pricked. He felt something icy settle in his gut. “… what?” he dared to ask slowly.

“We now know what you want.” Janus said, cruel victory lacing his voice.

Tears threatened to breach Patton’s eyes, but bitterness kept them at bay, at least for that moment. His hands gripped and ungripped at his sides. He felt his headache intensify threefold.

“Don’t cry, Dad.” Janus soothed sarcastically. “I’m not going to ruin any of that for you. We’re one and the same.” he smiled. “Remember? I want the very thing that you want.”

Patton bit harder at the inside of his mouth until his saliva went bitter and coppery.

“It’s just easier to work with someone who has come to terms with themselves.” Janus continued, “I for one support it. You know what you want, and finally, you have the opportunity to take it. I’m not stopping you, Patton. I’m helping you.”

“Stop.” Patton whispered as he rubbed his face with his hands, as if trying to hide.

“Only if you mean stopping to smell the roses.” Janus chuckled lightly, as he finally stood up from the bed to depart.

“Goodnight, Dad. I’ll see you in the morning.”

He padded around the side of the bed and left the room, shutting the door behind him firmly.

Patton kept his head buried in his hands until the weak stream of tears had pooled out onto his hot palms. He could feel his arms shaking and his headache continue to grow more fierce with every passing second.

Finally, when he felt he could face reality again, he pried is hands from his face and looked up.

There, on his nightstand, sat a very large vase, filled abundantly with flowers. They were, in fact, roses. Spotless white roses to be precise, all completely uniform and at the perfect peak of their bloom.

Patton scrubbed his face of its tears, turned off the light, and collapsed into bed, not bothering to get under his sheets.

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As it had been his entire time at the little home so far, Patton’s dreams were few and indecipherable. When his mind drifted off, it drifted nowhere in particular. Dreams were an inky void that revealed nothing good nor bad, they just spun and echoed rather peacefully until he woke up to face what felt like a dream in itself, in a good way at least.

Sleep had stopped being restful before he came to the suburban home. He just craved sleep constantly because sleep was a reprieve from being awake, and being awake was not a good thing, though something about falling asleep was also dreadful, because he knew that eventually he’d have to wake up at some point.

And again, being awake was not a good thing back there. Being awake meant dead silence, guilt, and the crushing burden of his present reality.

In the suburban home it was different. Sleep was nice. It was nice because he felt good afterwards, and there was something to look forward to when he woke. It felt healthy, and Patton decided that he liked feeling that way. Though he couldn’t remember when he first lost that feeling to begin with. He’s certain he had it at some point in time.

After his talk with Virgil in the hallway, and of course, his brief conversation with Janus in his room, Patton had fallen asleep quiet easily. It seemed to be a benefit of living there.

He was deeply asleep, comfortable, and blissfully unaware of the white roses at his bedside table, the curtains that swayed ever so softly with the AC, or the tiny padding footsteps going slowly down the hall.

Patton did not hear when the footsteps came to a sudden halt. He did not take note of how the sound went silent directly outside his door, lingering there for many dead seconds. He did not awake when the little brass doorknob turned, or when the door opened with the gentlest of creaks. He didn’t hear the door close once more, or when the footsteps came closer to his bed, slowly walking around to the side with the bedside table.

Though Patton did notice when a cold hand gingerly reached forward to press against the side of his neck.

He awoke with a sudden start, flinging himself backwards to the far side of his bed, head whipping wildly to catch sight of what touched him. He was standing on his knees on the bed, wide eyed.

The little shadow at his bedside also jumped back, cowering in the dark like a frightened baby bird.

“W-who’s there? What’s going on?” Patton stammered as he squinted at the figure. His heart continued to beat wildly in his chest, but the more logical part of him had already begun to calm down significantly as he suspected what had happened.

A tiny sniffle was heard as the little shadow curled into itself further. “Sorry,” came a tiny whisper as Patton’s breathed a sigh of relief.

“Logan? Kiddo? Is that you?” he called gently, easing himself back into a more comfortable sitting position.

“Yeah, I’m sorry.” Logan said quietly, still huddling away from the bed.

“Don’t be sorry honey,” Patton soothed, “You just startled me. C’mere.”

The little shadow that was logan hesitated, still sniffling.

“I’m sorry for scaring you, Kiddo. It wasn’t your fault, it’s okay. You can come.” Patton beckoned as he moved to set his feet on the ground. “It’s okay.”

Logan was up on his feet after just a second more of deliberation. The toddler shakily jumped up onto the bed beside Patton, still sniffling and holding himself in a hug. The little guy was clearly even more frightened that Patton was and judging by his poor baby’s slumped form and exhausted words, he had an idea of what had happened.

“You wanna tell me what’s wrong?” Patton cooed, bringing an arm around Logan to hold him closer to his side. He used his freehand to part the curtain by his bed, using the little bit of moonlight to see his son.

The child leaned fully into Patton’s pajama shirt without saying anything. Patton could feel damp eyes leaking into his side and his heart winced in sympathy. He went a step further and just pulled Logan into his lap, wrapping his arms around his tiny form and letting him get comfortable. He could feel the poor guy shivering despite the summer heat.

“Bad dream.” Logan whimpered into Patton’s chest.

“Oh, I’m so sorry Logan.” Patton said gently, pulling him a little closer. “Bad dreams can be really scary, and you’re so brave for coming and getting me.”

Logan rubbed his nose and buried his head in Patton’s arm. “You were there. In my dream.” he said quietly.

“I was?” Patton asked as he rubbed Logan’s back gently, keeping a secure grip on the toddler.

“Yeah,” Logan sniffled again. “y-you got hurt.”

“Oh baby,” Patton rested his chin on Logan’s head of curls. “That must’ve been so hard, but I’m not hurt for real. I’m perfectly okay, everyone is fine in real life.”

“You hit your head.” Logan whispered frightenedly, doe eyes glossy with tears that he could just barely make out in the moonlight

Patton found his grip on Logan a smidge tighter than before, and not necessarily because he was aiming to comfort the child.

“You fell down,” Logan continued shakily, “And you didn’t get up. There was blood everywhere, until it was in my socks and my shoes a-and I kept falling on it when I tried to get you. It was turning my clothes red, and it wouldn’t come off! You didn’t hear me yelling, but I was yelling, and I could hear cracking sounds, over and over and it wouldn’t stop!”

It was a remarkably dark dream for a child to have, and something about it made Patton’s stomach flip with discomfort. He kept rubbing circles into Logan’s back.

“What happened next, honey?” He prompted gently.

“You got up.” Logan said through fresh tears. “You got up and started walking, a-and there-there was blood all down the back, and it was everywhere. You couldn’t hear me but you walked away, and everything was getting really dark and you were gone and- and”

Logan was beginning to get hysterical, so Patton very softly shushed him and cradled him against his chest, bouncing him slightly. He rubbed circled into the little kid’s back and let him cry it out for a few minutes.

“It’s okay, everything is okay. I hear you, buddy. You’re okay.” Patton murmured as Logan sobbed.

“Roman stopped me.” Logan whispered as soon as his tears were tame enough to speak through. He was nearly gasping from lack of air.

“He stopped you?”

“Yeah,” Logan hiccupped. “He stopped me from getting you.”

Patton frowned. “He stopped you from getting to me?” he inquired.

Logan nodded frantically. “Yeah. So I tried getting up to find Vee, but he wasn’t waking up, even when I called him really loud.”

“Aw, baby, I’m sorry. But it’s only a dream, we’ve got to remember.” Patton said, still holding the child securely.

“That part was real.” Logan said quietly, eyes beginning to flutter from exhaustion.

Patton’s blood turned to ice. He froze before asking, “… which part, Logan?”

“Hmm?” The child hummed sleepily.

“Kiddo, you’ve got to tell me now, which part was real?” Patton said more firmly, trying to wake him up a little as urgency built in his throat.

“Roman and Vee.” Logan said tiredly.

“Roman stopped you? Was he in your room? O-or-”

Logan rubbed his eyes droopily. “No. I got up to get Vee, an Roman was there. He told me I couldn’t get you, but I went to Virgil when he went downstairs.”

“Then what?” Patton asked, hoping his own dread wasn’t too obvious.

“Vee stayed asleep.” Logan said, voice crumbling a bit, “he says I can come wake him up if I’m sad, but he stayed asleep, and it was too scary. Then I came and got you.”

Patton nodded numbly, not that Logan could see it. His own thoughts were racing at a thousand miles an hour, all of which were moving too fast to process. He bit at the inside of his mouth, finding blood there very quickly.

“Logan, honey, did you see Janus at all?” Patton asked softly.

The reaction was immediate. Logan stiffened and clamped his mouth shut so quickly he could’ve bitten his own tongue off. He went silent.

“It’s okay baby, did you see him?” Patton tried again, as nonthreateningly as possible.

Logan’s frail form began to shiver violently. More tears began leaking from wide eyes. The child kept his mouth clamped shut still.

“Logan-” Patton tried to console him, but the kid was frantic now.

The child yanked himself out of Patton’s grip and tumbled to the floor, breathing erratically and covering his head like he was expecting to be thrown in a boxing ring.

Patton was panicking now. “No, Logan. It’s okay, I’m not mad. It’s fine- Logan. Logan- please-” He scooped Logan off the floor to try and settle him in his lap again, but it was proving difficult.

“Don’t tell him.” Logan begged. “Please don’t tell him. Please- Please. I’ll be good. I’ll be normal. I- I won’t talk. Don’t tell him. Please don’t tell him. Daddy I’m sorry. I won’t talk. I’m sorry-” Logan was sobbing and thrashing as he begged.

All Patton could do was hold him, whisper to him, and resist crying too.

It took what felt like hours for the child to wear himself out, but eventually his breathing began to return to a normal pace. Silent tears remained fresh on both their faces as he cuddled the child close to his chest, as if he could possibly protect him.

“Don’t tell Janus.” Logan whispered through his ragged breathing.

“I promise.” Patton whispered back.

They remained in silence for a very long time, neither speaking nor attempting to. Patton was content to just remain where he was, despite the pained crick in his neck from his position. Nothing could pry him from his child.

Then he hears a floorboard creak outside his door.

Patton’s heartrate shoots up so high he gets dizzy for half a second, but he hardly has time to think before he’s acting.

He doesn’t check to see if Logan is still awake or not, he just immediately opens his covers and pushes the kid far beneath them before crawling in himself. He settles down as fast as possible, closes his eyes and forces his chest to rise and fall slowly.

Then he waits.

Nothing happens.

Not a single sound can he detect beside the roaring of his own blood in his ears.

  Nothing happens.

  Nothing happens.

  Then another creak as the door swings open.

Patton’s heart threatens to give out, but he ignores it to strain his ears further.

  Nothing happens.

  Nothing happens.

 Another creak and the door closes. Footsteps retreat back into the hallway.

Patton doesn’t dare stir for at least ten whole minutes, focusing on listening and the child pressed up against his side, who isn’t moving at all.

Ten more minutes pass before Patton very slowly sits up, and checks on Logan. He throws the covers off the kid’s head to find that Logan had own hand clamped over his mouth and tears running down his face.

Patton has so very little to offer, so he gently presses a shaky kiss to the top of Logan’s head and gathers him in his arms to just hold him for a moment. Logan doesn’t remove his hand from his mouth, even when Patton tries to nudge him.

“You’re shivering.” Patton whispered, getting no response. “I’ll get another blanket.”

There’s a basket in the far corner of his room with a variety of blankets that he could wrap the child in, so he very gently eases Logan off his lap and tiptoes across the room to rummage through his options.

It takes maybe half a minute to pull one out. His hands are shaking too, making it hard to wrangle one out.

It takes ten seconds to make it back to the bed.

Logan is gone.

Patton rips the sheets away in a panic. He drops to his knees to look underneath the bed. He runs to the connected bathroom to search for him. He turns on his lamp and spins twice before terror gets the best of him.

He sprints to his bedroom door and flings it open without a trace of hesitation.

There’s a horrible scream coming from the far end of the hall, shrill, pained, and raspy. He can’t make out exactly what voice it is, but it is most certainly a child.

There are no second thoughts to have before Patton is running towards the noise.

His vision goes stark white.

Then pitch black.

He finds carpet in his face, his body hurts.

He’s on the ground, he realizes.

Patton tries turning over but he’s met with more darkness.

Then something soft.

The world tilts and turns and there’s a screeching pain in his ears that rings and echoes before suddenly fading away.

  Patton is sitting up in bed on a sunlit summer morning.

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About Me

Hey, I’m Mackenzie! I write a variety of things, including stories, songs, and poems, and this is my imperfect attempt to keep a writeblr.

While I may share content for any of these things, my current focus is a series which I am presently 6 “Terrible First Drafts” into!

I’ve made myself a handy-dandy list of complicatedly aesthetic tags to use as I sort the posts I share here, all related to this series and its characters. I may add to this list in time, especially if I shift focus to other WIPs, but right now I expect this will be the bulk of my content. The tags are meant to be both enigmatic and organizational, so I will share a quick rundown of them below, but you are under no obligation to keep track of them. They’re mostly here so if there is certain content you like, you know where to find it!

Without further ado, here’s the things you might need to know:

c tags denote character p tags denote pairings d tags denote types of relationship dynamics

WIP: DVS

(An official title? Absolutely not. Do I have any idea what I’m actually going to call this series in the long run? Also absolutely not.) Premise (I’m not calling it “synopsis” because it sounds too official, and then I’ll overthink it): six girls with superpowers set out to help their community in little ways, never planning to risk any major danger. Of course, when do things ever go to plan?

Protagonists:      Gabrielle Davis: practical / eldest cousin / early 20′s / prophetic dreams, visions, and feelings + forcefields / (#c: praying for a sign)      Janessa Davis: passionate / middle sister to Gabrielle and Kimberly / graduating high school in first arc / healing quickly + boosts to speed, strength, and agility / (#c: heart and soul)      Kimberly Davis: headstrong / youngest cousin / 15 in first arc / summons and controls electricity / (#c: chaos child (affectionate))      Lynley Davis: hopeful / twin sister to Charity / mid-late teens / time manipulation / (#c: oh you are well-named)      Charity Davis: cautious / twin sister to Lynley / mid-late teens / affects plant life + affinity with animals / (#c: would it kill you to be hopeful?)      Kiera Davis: sagacious / only child / same age as Janessa / literal empath / (#c: beautiful bleeding heart)

Other Characters: (aka minor characters I’m likely to rant about)      Jack: (#c: I just wish you were a better man)      Luke: (#c: who could stay? you could stay)      Steven: (#c: you and I should stay the same)      Kevin: (#c: loyal. earnest. true.)      Other: (#c: the utter importance of impermanent people)

Main Relationship Dynamics: (#d: my sister’s keeper) = dynamics between any of the sisters (#d: love is worry) = family relationships in general (parental, between cousins, etc...) (#d: I’d take a bullet for you) = friendships (#d: why would they be miserable?) = romantic relationships

Platonic Pairing Tags: (#p: what a pair we are) (#p: how to save a life) (#p: anchors) (#p: triumphal tuesdays)

Romantic Pairing Tags: (#p: through the heart right?) (#p: no regrets) (#p: the choice I would’ve made)

--- Alright! I think that’s it for now! As I said, I may add to this (or otherwise change it) in the future, but this should be an accurate representation of where my thoughts currently are in the series. :) Thanks for reading! ---

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Remember me? Bildad the Shuhite! 😉

TWIN PASSIONS: A BILDAD ZINE is here.

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Nikki Bella reveals details about her wedding

Nikki Bella reveals details about her wedding: After having his last legal participation in Royal Rumble this year. Now the former female superstar and Hall of Fame member.  Nikki Bella comments on how her wedding went revealing unpublished details. We tell you all the details in PLANET WRESTLING your website of WWE news.

Nikki Bella reveals how the organization of her wedding was

So Nikki Bella reveals details about her wedding: Former female superstar Nikki Bella was one of the most popular during the height of her career. Beside her sister Brie forming the Bella Twins are now two celebrities taking care of podcasts and reality shows, leaving the ring aside and dedicating to the life of mothers, Regarding Nikki, she is now talking about how was her wedding with Artem Chigvintsev. Nikki was able to fulfill her dream of getting married and being a mother, granting a interview for Gabriella Rello Duffy from Brides portal, Nikki Bella commented how were the logistics and details of her wedding revealing that she hardly had time to choose her dress, this was what the twin Bella said on the web portal about marriages. "This is your time to shine and be a star, sometimes I feel like some people are afraid to express themselves in fashion so they hold back in real life, when it comes to your wedding, it's time not to be scared, to what brides will realize when they start looking for the dress, is that what you wear, is about you as a woman. It has nothing to do with the person you are going to marry or the people who will be present, it has a lot to do with what you have imagined and how you feel, I bought those dresses for myself because I liked them. Something I always wanted to incorporate into my wedding outfits was elegance, my 'Nana' has a wall of family wedding photos in her house, and she would always go and look at my great-grandmothers' wedding dresses. There was something so iconic and timeless about her dresses. I always knew that, on my wedding day, I wanted to wear something that would leave my granddaughters looking at pictures of me, thinking they would want to wear it too at any age." Nikki Bella reveals details about her wedding: Currently I can let's not see Nikki or Brie in action in the ring again other than on special occasions, her life is now to be a mother and dedicate herself to Realities but they always remember her legacy in WWE. Thank you for sharing your time and enjoying this passion with PLANET WRESTLING. The best wrestling and wrestling information in Spanish, interviews, videos, coverage and live monitoring. Do not forget that you can directly access all WWE news and of next PPV WWE CROWN JEWEL next November 5. For More Information Visit These Articles: - Bobby Lashley reaches a new milestone as WWE Champion  - Preview AEW Dynamite October 12, 2022 - Results BJW BIG B STYLE 2022 - Results CMLL Arena Tuesday Mexico October 11 - NEW CHAMPIONSHIP IN NJPW Planeta Wrestling - Roman Reigns questions Jey Uso on WWE RAW - First words of Seth Rollins after winning the US Championship  - Jon Moxley’s status in GCW Read the full article

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[h3arts4jamie]

Hello!:D i’d like to request some hcs for our ocs😭😭⁉️ zeke, xander and jamie please

Ofc I will<33

People/ship: Xander Fraser x Jamie Fraser x Zeke Fraser

Also I added Mell x Rory because I love gay ppl

Fandom: Jamie and I's oc world

Genre: Fluff, warning, smut

SFW/NSFW: Both

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, rape, childhood trauma and unhealthy past relationships

Authors Notes: Our boys are better than anyone else's boys <3 also Zeke is a decendant of Claire and James Fraser and I just realised that means Jamie (our oc) is the second Jamie Fraser. Whoops

The requester: JAMIE <33

Zeke is a doctor and Jamie would purposely get hurt to go see him and get treated

Because the boys are our ocs, we made them immortal so Zeke is stuck at 26, Xander's stuck at 28 and Jamie's stuck at 24

Since Jamie is a transgender male and he has only had top surgery, (No t shots or bottom surgery) he can still have children. Xander, Zeke and Jamie have 7 children together.

Xander has a son, Zenus, from a previous relationship. He was with his abusive ex from when he was 17 up until he was 24. His girlfriend raped him so they could have a baby together.

Jamie had a previous ex husband who he had 3 children with. His ex already had twin girls who were 10 years older than Jamie's oldest daughter.

Jamie's oldest daughter, Mell, knew Zeke well because whenever she was hurt, her girlfriend would rush her to the hospital and Zeke would always end up treating her

Rory, Mell's wife, hates Xander with a passion and they never got along until the mini funeral of Mell and Rory's stillborn child. That's the first time Xander and Rory hugged eachother and it made the family happy to see the two get along. After that, they became best friends and would go out drinking on Saturdays.

The twin girls, Elouise and Shiva, from Jamie's past relationship helped get Jamie help and they both helped raise the kids

Even though Elouise moved out of the house at 18 with her husband, Henry, she always found time to visit her family. Henry started visiting as soon as Jamie liked him.

Xander is a forensic scientist but he only works part time due to Jamie always needing someone with him, he takes Tuesdays, Thursdays, Saturdays and Sundays off. The other days, Elouise comes to take Jamie and the kids out for the day to keep them company

Jamie and Zeke's favourite holiday is christmas because the whole family gets to spend time together at Elouise's holiday Manor in Canada

Xander's favourite holiday is Halloween just because he gets to dress up in scary costumes (with the help of Mell's makeup skills) and scare everyone

On from December 22nd to January 3rd, the whole family spend that time in Elouise's holiday Manor since it has many rooms.

It's adorable

#jamie x zeke x xander #xander x zeke x jamie #xander fraser #jamie fraser #zeke fraser #ocs

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Majka Burhardt - Professional Climber, Mother of Twins and Author of “More: Life on the Edge of Adventure and Motherhood.

Majka Burhardt is a professional climber, certified climbing guide, conservation entrepreneur, author, and filmmaker; she is also the founder and executive director of the international conservation and development organization Legado and the author of More: Life on the Edge of Adventure and Motherhood, released in 2023. 

Majka currently lives with her 7 year old twins and her husband, the internationally certified mountain guide Peter Doucette, in Jackson, New Hampshire.

About the Book: More: Life on the Edge of Adventure and Motherhood. 

An intense and emotional epistolary memoir by one of the world's top ice climbers, born at the confluence of motherhood, adventure, career, and marriage. 

As one of the world’s leading female professional rock and ice climbers, Burhardt and her husband led globe-trotting, adventure-seeking lives.  When she learns that she’s pregnant—with twins—Burhardt at first tries to justify her insistence on pursuing extreme risk in the face of responsibility.  But she is  ultimately forced to grieve the avalanche of emotions that accompanies any major life transitions along with the physical changes in her own body.

Based on the letters and journals Burhardt diligently kept over the course of those six years, More takes the reader on an around-the-world journey as Burhardt explores the transformative, identity-shifting experience of motherhood and its irreversible impact on career, identity, marriage, and self.

In the early weeks of her children's lives, Burhardt immerses herself in adoration for her twins and grappling with the tremendous guilt and struggle around having to return to risk-laden work and that ever elusive balance mothers everywhere seek amidst it all. 

As the newness of her twins fades into a permanent reality, Burhardt turns her attention towards her marriage and the collateral damage as she and her husband, Peter, struggle to navigate their new normal. As anger and resentment threaten the foundation of her family, Burhardt courageously looks to her past—and her own mother's tumultuous and confusing history of success, violence, and ragged divorce—to better understand her own way forward.  How will she break free from the legacy of her own childhood to start fresh with her own family? 

Raw, candid, and galvanizing, More is a passionate and poignant testament to the enduring power of love and our lifelong journey to understand ourselves as we strive to always pursue more.

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  Show notes

Who is Majka

Living in Jackson, New Hampshire

Her early years growing up

Being very sporty and adventurous

The toughen up Majka campaign

Doing a 45 day canoe expedition in the Arctic

Her love for being on trail

Mentors and role models

Kitty Calhoun - Alpinist & Activist 

Lynn Hill 

Getting into climbing at at 15/16 years old and how it started gradually 

Taking a year off from college to climb full time 

Feeling drawn to ice climbing 

Wanting to make climbing her job

Writing for climbing magazines to make money and to combine her passions

Climbing in Ethiopia, Africa

Climbing a first ascent - The Sandstone Towers of Tigray, in northern Ethiopia.

Book: Vertical Ethiopia published by Shama Publishing, an Ethiopian Publisher.

Legado

Brining in scientists to climb around the vertical granite terrain on Mount Namuli in Mozambique 

Shifting the focus of Legado from being a conservation organisation to one that activates climate justice with indigenous people and local communities throughout the world

Working in Mozambique, Kenya and Peru to help create a thriving future 

Motherhood and not being sure if being a mum was part of her agenda

Meeting her partner, Peter in 2008 in New Hampshire at an Ice Climbing Festival

Getting pregnant and finding out it was twins

Book: More: Life on the Edge of Adventure and Motherhood. 

Trying to hold onto her career during pregnancy and motherhood

Working with Patagonia 

Micro moments of balance 

Training and exercise during and after pregnancy

The impact of pregnancy on her core

Getting outside and adventuring with the children

Writing the book and reflecting back over that time

Focusing on showing up and being as present as possible

Practical advice and tips for new mothers

The importance of friends and community 

Dividing up domestic labour and having systems

Waking up at 5.30am

Morning routine 

Rest and recovery

Mantra and words of empowerment

Being a warrior goodness

How to connect with Majka

Final words of advice to encourage women to go after their own dreams

  Social Media

Website: majkaburhardt.com 

Instagram: @majkaburhardt 

Facebook: @majka.burhardt

Legado Activates the Power of Legacy - So that people and nature can thrive together - now and into the future. 

Buy the book: More: Life on the Edge of Adventure and Motherhood

    Check out this episode!

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Wednesday, October 04, 2023 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)

WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: HAUNTED MANSION (Disney + Star) LOUIS TOMLINSON: ALL OF THOSE VOICES (Paramount +) MAGNUM P.I. (CTV on Tuesdays) 8:00pm GHOST HUNTERS (T&E) 8:00pm ROCKSTAR SHUFFLE (AXS Canada) 8:30pm QUANTUM LEAP (City TV) 8:00pm CHUCKY (Showcase) 9:00pm SURREALESTATE (CTV Sci-Fi) 10:00pm

WHAT IS NOT PREMIERING IN CANADA TONIGHT FORGED IN FIRE (Premiering on October 11 on History Canada at 9:00pm)

NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:

AMAZON PRIME CANADA RABIA

CBC GEM ESCAPE TO THE COUNTRY (Season 29B)

DISNEY + STAR HAUNTED MANSION NEVER LET HIM GO (Season 1)

NETFLIX CANADA BECKHAM KEYS TO THE HEART RACE TO THE SUMMIT

MLB BASEBALL (SN1) 3:00pm: Rangers vs. Rays - Game #2 (SN) 4:30pm: Jays vs. Twins - Game #2 (GO JAYS!!!) (SN1) 7:00pm: Diamondbacks vs. Brewers - Game #2 (SN/SN360) 8:08pm: Marlins vs. A’s - Game #2

THE PASSIONATE EYE (CBC) 8:00pm: The high-stakes battle over public memorials and statues, a historic moment seeing people reevaluate the past.

JAMIE OLIVER: COOKING FOR LESS (CTV Life) 8:00pm (SERIES PREMIERE)

MLS SOCCER (TSN4) 8:30pm: Orlando City SC at Nashville SC (TSN/TSN4) 10:30pm: Vancouver vs. St. Louis

BONES OF CROWS (CBC/APTN) 9:00pm: Aline struggles to support her family while Adam, denied his veteran's pension, is cast adrift. When their children, Jake and Taylor, take action against a local priest, Aline experiences a crisis of faith.

CHILDREN RUIN EVERYTHING (CTV) 9:00pm: After Felix and Viv slack on their chores and get caught in a lie, Astrid and James realize their discipline style can use a little work.

HUDSON & REX (City TV) 9:00pm (SEASON PREMIERE): When a local whale watching boat mysteriously returns to harbor without its passengers, Charlie and Rex must race against time to find the missing tourists.

SUNSHINE CITY (Out TV) 9:00pm/9:30pm: Roberta explores the town's food scene and debates spilling the tea or losing her job.

I HAVE NOTHING (Crave) 9:00pm/9:30pm: Carolyn tries to learn everything she can before her first rehearsal, with the help of some 1988 Olympic skating royalty. In Episode Two, it’s the first rehearsal, and Carolyn is struggling to convince her Olympic skaters that any of this is a good idea.

ROBYN HOOD (Global) 10:00pm: Beast

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