Lilly 4231 But Mother Gothel From Tangled

Lilly 4231 but mother gothel from tangled

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i’m screaming the fact that garroth and laurance had sex in canon? i have so many questions and that stupid list is many of them.

The Gift of Panic Pt#3

First part

Second part

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"D7"

"Miss,"

"What!? How!?" The hero exclaimed, looking over their battle ship board.

The villain chuckled as they absentmindedly continued whatever they were doing in their sketchbook. They were on their bed, leaned back against their head board, knees bent, sketchbook against their thighs. Their battleship board sat next to them as they barely paid it any attention.

"I told you, your predictable. I even wrote down all my placements before the round started to prove I wasnt cheating,"

"How am I predictable!? I'm not predictable!"

"Your last ship starts at B2 and ends at B5," the villain mused as they continued scribbling. They hadn't even hit that ship yet.

"Your cheating, I don't know how, but you must be,"

The villain laughed at that, "I'm really not," they explained, watching out of the corner of their eye as the hero cleaned up the game, unallowed to leave the villain with such small, sharp pieces.

Silence stretched until the hero had finished. Once they were done, they came to sit sideways at the end of the bed, leaning against the cold stone wall.

"I have a question, and I want you to be honest with me," the hero said as they settled.

"You know I wont promise that," the villain replied.

"Just try? Hear me out?"

"I suppose,"

"You let me catch you, didn't you?"

Suddenly the sound of the marker against the paper stopped, the villains head snapped up, looking at the hero in front of them in shock.

"You wanted to get caught. You wanted to go to jail," the hero stated matter of factly.

"I-"

"Your smart," the hero continued, slightly louder to cut the villain off, before returning to normal volume, "like, freaky smart, not only that but your powerful. The day you were arrested, you pretty much waited to be caught in the act. You barely put up a fight. You pled guilty immediately, and you went to jail with no fuss at all. Things went SO smoothly, they barely had this cell built and ready for you in time. On top of all that, I have very little doubt you could have broken out of here if you wanted to. I'm not sure how, but like I said, your smart. Esspecially sense I've started coming into your cell regularily," they looked over at the villain, who was staring at them wide-eyed, blushing slightly, "I mean, both you and I know that door isnt locked right now" they gestured to the fingerprint scanning door to the cell, "the lazer field isnt powered on, nothing is stopping you from using your powers in here. You could easily zap me, run out, and your smart enough to figure it out from there,"

The villain looked at the door, but instead of twitching like they were thinking about it, they sank further into their bed.

"Yet, all of that considered, you don't escape. Havent even tried."

The villain opened their mouth to say something, but closed it again, unsure what to say.

"A couple times before this, after I walked out, the guard told me I was insane, walking into your cell so casually, sheild down, not even locking the door. They told me I had to be cocky, thinking you wouldnt try anything. I told them you wouldn't. They told me to just watch. That you were just playing the waiting game, gaining my trust slowly, until the time was right,"

"I'm not-"

"I know," the hero assured, "ever sense, every visit was like they were just waiting to prove me wrong. Finially, last time I was leaving, the guards asked me how I knew you weren't going to try anything, and I... well I didn't have an answer. I just knew. I went home and thought about it, and everything clicked," they looked over and the villain, "you want to be in here."

Silence stretched while the hero just stared at the villain, who was processing. After a moment, the villain let out a defeated sounding sigh, deflating from their rigid posture.

"Yes." They replied simply, staring at the page before them, not sparing the hero a glance.

"Why?"

The villain gave another sigh, dropping their head to hit the sketchbook in front of them for a moment, before taking a deep breath and sitting back up.

"It wasn't... well... your right... I... I wanted to be caught, to be put in jail. Though I was only supposed to be in here for 3 to 5 months, depending,"

"Depending on?"

"I was in a bad spot, buissness wise. I can't give you many details, but there was a deal, a big one, and it went sour. The blame got put wrongly onto my head. People close to me were starting to double cross me, and I suddenly didnt trust anyone. More and more was being blamed on me, and I knew if I didn't do something, my head was going to be the next to roll,"

"So, prison was your solution?"

"Partly. The plan went perfectly. I led you guys to me, and got caught with a bunch of evidence. The evidence was enough to incriminate *me* for a couple of minor crimes. In those files, however, was plenty more to lead police to all of my big enemies. I got to sit in here, totally safe, while the police cleaned up my enemies for me. You remeber that string of mass criminal arrests a couple months ago?"

"That was all you," the hero replied in disbelief.

"Bingo," the villain replied in a satisfied tone, giving a small smirk as they went back to scribbling, "The plan was to sit in here until they were all put away, then get back out there and reconstruct the crumbs of whatever was left,"

"But... that was months ago now, and you havent broken out,"

"I was planning to,"

"You *were*? So then what happened? What changed your plans?"

The marker stilled against the paper once again. The hero caught the villain glance at them for a moment, before look away again.

They took a deep breath, "you," the villain replied, "*you* happened,"

The hero felt themselves blush slightly, "what... what do you mean?"

"The guards would have been right, months ago, you know. Even had a day picked out and everything. It just happened to be the same say you came in with that fucking birthday present," They huffed, "I couldn't just... not after..." they took another deep breath, "I *already* felt bad about it, which isn't normal to begin with, but you were right, I had started looking forward to your visits,"

The hero caught the villain glance at them, but they couldnt hold the gaze, and it fell back to the book in their lap, "I told myself next time, next time, so many times. Yet you kept sinking your claws in, worming your way into this black heart of mine *somehow*."

The villain took another breath, "I eventually gave up lying to myself, and just realized that, sense I only had another two months, I may as well just wait it out, because that came with benefits anyway, and I was already this far along," they sighed, tipping their head back and looking at the hero finially, smirking, "in summary, it's your fault, you ruined everything. Did I mention how much I hate you?" They joked.

The hero however, was looking at them with the biggest, most genuine, wholesome, fond smile ever, causing the villain's face to go red.

"Oh wipe that look of your face, it was practical. If I wait it out, I get good behavior and all that. I also get better sleep in here, not having to worry about being stabbed before I wake up is nice,"

"Mhm, sure," the hero hummed sarcastically.

"Did I mention I hate you?"

"So many times I think you've canceled it out by now, which means you actually like me,"

"Oh *shut* up!" the villain groaned, head hitting the sketchbook in their lap once more as they listened to the heros giggles.

"Annnnd there goes my reputation," the villain groaned, "just one more thing you've ruined now,"

"You know," the hero mused, "you get out next week,"

Part 4 will be up monday!

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i’m screaming the fact that garroth and laurance had sex in canon? i have so many questions and that stupid list is many of them.

166 gets a meth lab art because god is dead

(The second ones text is from this)

So someone pointed out to me recently that in a few years, maybe a few decades, the history of the us during covid is probably going to get twisted. The fact that we all had to make and wear cloth masks is going to be hailed as a symbol of how we “"came together as a nation”“” or whatever the fuck propaganda spin they try to put on it.

So I just want to say, for the record, the time of the corona virus pandemic was not a time when america came together.

This was a time when people hoarded toilet paper and sanitizing supplies either for themselves or to sell at absurd prices to the desperate people who didn’t get to the store soon enough during the shortages

This was a time when scared parents were sending their kids to finish school in the spring in plastic trash bags because they couldn’t think of any other way to possibly keep their families safe

This was a time when grocery store and retail and service workers were forced to keep working whether they wanted to risk their health or not because they couldn’t make rent otherwise and the people with enough privilege to have remote jobs tried to repay them with applause instead of fair wages

This was a time when nurses had the hold the hands of multiple dying people every day as their families watched their loved ones die over a video call because the hospital couldn’t risk having visitors

This was a time when city governments had to handle so many eviction hearings that they rented out convention centers and called in the national guard instead of doing a rent freeze to stop predatory landlords

This was a time when racism and police brutality were so unbearably horrible that people protested in the streets for months even though there was a god damn pandemic that our federal government wasn’t doing shit to stop and the cops were so mad that they were being asked to stop beating up black people that they were beating up everyone

This was a time when schools being forced to reopen in the fall or lose their federal funding had to draft templates for letters if a teacher or a staff person or a fucking child died from exposure to corona at school

This was a time when the president of the United states demanded that the cdc stop releasing data about all the people who were dying because of the warnings he ignored for months were making him look bad

This was a time when some state governments didn’t mandate masks and forced businesses to reopen because they didn’t want to pay unemployment to people trying to stay safe at home anymore

This was a time when Jeff Bezos was on track to be a fucking trillionare because everyone was ordering things on amazon instead of going to the store and the people he worked to death to get it didn’t see a single cent of it

This was a time when instead of providing homeless people with housing, we painted boxes on the ground to show homeless people how far away the had to be on the street to maintain social distancing

We did not come together to make cloth masks. Cloth masks represent nothing less than the absolute and utter failure of a nation’s government to inform and protect its citizens

This was not a time when we came together. This was a time when we survived, and not all of us made it.

This was a time when people casually talked about how many human lives the economy was worth without considering the evil that had just come out of their mouths.

This was a time when thousands of us died for profit and the ego of a cheating narcissists con man who scammed his way into the white house

This was a time that we survived. Most of us tried to do the right thing, stay home, limit trips to the store and socializing, wear a mask. And still, so many of us were lost. Thousands every day.

But that wasn’t a good enough reason for some people, for those among us who were too selfish to recognize the responsibilities we have toward one another as human beings.

This was not a time that we came together

This was a time that we survived

Not all of us made it

And those of us who did survive will never forget the evil we saw daily in our politicians and those around us