not at all. I know exactly what kind of girl he’s gonna end up with but I’m not gonna put it out there for wack-a-doos to try and emulate. The girls he hooks up with will not be the kind of girl he marries. I’m just gonna end it there and leave it at that to protect him
One guy can’t break your confidence down babe! It’s hard, trust me I get it. I deal with this too but you gotta just keep pushing and swiping! Things will look up I promise!
who do you think you are?
I want Freddie Andersen to defy the mild-mannered, cool-as-ice, goalie persona and go full Hulk on the Leafs in the dressing room during an intermission. Just lose his damn mind and start throwing shit and screaming, “CAN ANY OF YOU PLAY %&#!@ DEFENSE?!? COVER YOUR $%&!# MAN!!!”
Imagine a red-faced 6'4" ginger Dane in goalie pads having a rage fit while his teammates stare wide-eyed and cower in their stalls.
Tavares would be like, “Fred bud, we’re all really sorry, ok? Please settle down…”
Meanwhile Freddie’s flinging sticks and water bottles, yelling “WHY DO I KEEP HAVING TO FACE MORE %$#&@ SHOTS THAN ANY GOALIE IN THE LEAGUE?!? 🤬
I mean nothing else seems to be working with the Leafs, so why not turn Fred-Hulk loose on them?
Part II: Melodies
Summary: Calli is confronted about her Uncle. Scott and Lydia find out more about what Calli can do while trying to figure out how to tell her what she is.
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Warning: Angst, talk of sexual abuse, I don’t know what else
Author’s Note: Alright, I’m sorry about the banner image. I can’t seem to make it not so pixelated no matter what I tried but once I get into the pairing a little more than I’ll use GIFs. Fun fact: this type of imagine isn’t getting a lot of engagement on my dash but I don’t care. I’m gonna keep writing them because I want to. So ha.
“So how long as it been going on?” Stiles asked, creeping up behind you as you washed the dishes
“I’m sorry?” you scrunched your eyebrows in response
“Your Uncle. How long has he been a total douchebag?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about…”
“Everyone else might be oblivious to it but I saw how you froze up when he came over”
“I didn’t freeze up”
“You did. Can I get you out of the situation? Are you in trouble?” You turned to him finally and sighed
“It’s nothing I can’t handle. Trust me, I’ve dealt with this long enough to need any help”
“Why not tell Lydia?”
“I haven’t seen or spoken to Lydia in years. The fact that she’s here, and she brought all of you, is baffling to me”
“She cares, and she thought we could help”
“Help? Help with what?”
“Your Uncle?” You were confused. There was no way that Lydia would’ve known what was going on with your Uncle, it’s not like you’d told anyone anyway.
“I don’t understand… She didn’t even know — it’s not like there’s anything to help with…”
“Talk to me. I’m a great listener and I’m sure I can help.”
“It’s complicated and it’s not something I really wanna talk about”
“That definitely means you should, don’t you think?” You ushered him over to the couch and tried to gather some kind of courage to tell him the truth, even though you just met him
“I don’t know why I should tell you anything. I just met you…”
“Would you rather tell someone who didn’t notice anything?”
“Fair enough. If I tell you, you can’t say anything. TO ANYONE. It’s my ‘cross to bear’ or whatever”
“Are you gonna tell me he’s like a drug lord and your his mule?”
“No. but it’s just as bad…”
“It started when I was 10. My parents had separated and my Dad took off to be with his secretary or assistant or something in Jamaica while my Mom was on a spiritual quest in Bali. So, Uncle Ron took me in. At first it was nothing, a couple of uncomfortable movie scenes and that would be the end of it. But the longer I was here, the more everything progressed…” Once you began detailing the moments that made you so uncomfortable around your Uncle to a complete stranger, you realized just how messed up all of it was, “by the time I could understand what was happening to me, too much had already happened. But I had nowhere to go. So, I just didn’t say anything and now I’m kinda stuck”
“Shit” was all he said before you raised your eyes in his direction
“Shit? That’s all you have to say?”
“I just.. I’m sorry I wasn’t expecting that. That’s heavy, you really should tell Lydia.”
“Come on dude. I told you no one was going to know about this. I’ve gone my life without anyone knowing and I sure as hell am not just gonna blab it to everyone now. And neither will you.” He seemed to drop it after that but then he started asking some really strange questions which you had no answers to. When the rest of the group came into the room, you scanned their faces and they all seemed like they had something to say as well
“What’s going on?” you asked, standing up from the couch
“Nothing. I just wanted to ask if you’ve ever.. felt anything” Lydia asked and you furrowed your brow before looking back at Stiles quickly
“Felt anything?” you repeated
“Yeah you know. Like gotten a vibe that something bad is gonna happen?” She continued and you looked at everybody in the room, letting out an uncomfortable scoff
“Do you think I’m psychic or something?”
“Why would you think that?”
“We have our reasons, believe us” Peter said
“I’m not psychic. I don’t get feelings or vibes that something is going to happen. So I don’t know what your reasons are but they’re wrong. Sorry…” You snarked before turning to leave
“Calli wait,” Theo grabbed your arm to stop you and you gently tore it away, “what if we could show you what we mean?” Your eyes searched for some kind of assurance on his face but when you couldn’t find anything you scrunched your eyebrows at him
“What does that even mean?” You noticed Scott take a small step forward when Theo tilted his head
“Let’s just show her, Scott,” Theo insisted but Scott shook his head, “she deserves to know at least what Lydia is…”
“What Lydia is?” you questioned
“Thanks a lot, Theo” was all Lydia muttered before taking you aside
“Look, I don’t really know how to explain it but, yeah, I should probably say.. something…”
“You’re freaking me out…”
“Trust me, there’s a lot more to be freaked out by”
“Lyds.. just tell me”
“I’m a Banshee” she blurted out and you scoffed before letting out a ‘yeah, right’
“Okay, you had your chance. I’m done tip-toeing around,” Peter pushed through and was in front of you in a flash, “it’s my turn.” You were sure you blacked out after he approached you, his eyes glowing a bright blue and his face contorted into a monstrous appearance; what the hell was wrong with him?
“Calli?” you heard someone calling to you but you couldn’t distinguish who it was, “Calli?” the voice called again and you jumped up from the ground, screaming as you backed yourself into a corner.
“Hey hey, calm down,” Lydia said as Derek, Liam and Mason appeared seemingly out of nowhere, “Calli it’s okay, calm down”
“You guys really couldn’t wait for a more natural way to tell her?” Derek snarled
“It wasn’t us, not how we would’ve liked anyway,” Stiles said, gesturing to Peter, “he wanted things done his way”
“What the hell is going on?!” you shouted, bringing the attention back to you. You could feel your eyes growing wide and everyone was staring at you, not saying anything but you could tell they were trying to figure out what to say, “SERIOUSLY WHAT THE FUCK?! What is wrong with his face? What is happening?”
“Jesus, relax” Malia yelled and your stepped back
“Calli, I think you should sit down,” Scott said and you obliged, solely because you were starting to get dizzy, “Peter is… we’re…”
“Yeah?” you questioned
“Well except me,” Stiles interjected, “I’m not anything. Just human…”
“And me,” Malia added, “I’m a werecoyote”
“Yeah and I’m a Chimera..” Theo said, “part werewolf, part werecoyote”
“And I’m…” Lydia hesitated, “a Banshee. And Jordan, he’s a hellhound…”
“Seriously you guys?” you scoffed, “you think I’m stupid? You think I’m supposed to believe that you’re all… what? Supernatural?”
“We are” Liam spoke up from the back
“Fine. Let’s say I believe you,” you huffed, “what the hell does any of this have to do with me?”
“Well,” Scott started and you whipped your head to him, “…Peter?”
“Christ…” you looked over at Peter warily and noticed him roll his eyes in exasperation, “sweetheart, you’re a siren.” Your face contorted into a mixture of confusion and rage; you squinted your eyes at him before letting out a sigh
“Gee, thanks…” you muttered
“Excuse me?” Peter replied
“I’m supposed to be a siren in this weird, messed up story? A murderous, cannibalistic, half human, half bird like creature? That’s what you’re telling me I am?” you rolled your eyes, “why? because you found me singing at a café lounge?”
“It makes sense, Cal,” Lydia said finally, “Banshee’s predict death and they use their voices, their screams, to… find it.”
“And Sirens cause death.” You stated plainly before letting out a sigh, watching the groups eyes fall on you, “if I am what you say I am, then that means I’m the reason that people die. Why would I want that?”
“I know how you feel,” she argued, “I felt the same way but whether you want it or not, it’s what you are. We’re here to help you.. navigate what you can do”
“I don’t need your help, Lydia,” you said softly, “I never have. I’ll be fine. Go back to Beacon Hills. Go home…” She tried to stop you from leaving but you pulled your arm away from her grasp
“Please, Cal, let us help you.” You shook your head and started toward the door when Theo called out to you
“I was like you once,” he started, “believed that I couldn’t be good, that I was only meant for bad things to happen to me or to cause bad things. But I realized that it didn’t have to be that way, I didn’t have to be defined by the shitty things I did”
“Except you kind of do…” Stiles said just as you turned to Theo and Scott hit his shoulder, “ow. What am I wrong? Jee-sus”
“Stiles, shut up!” Scott insisted and Theo rolled his eyes
“I’ve done some really bad things but that doesn’t mean I’m still a bad person. I’m not meant to cause bad things to happen and neither are you.” You slowly stepped closer to him, your breath hitching in your throat when you were as close as you could be without touching him, and searched his face; letting out a laugh at his stoic expression
“I’m not you” you whispered, a small smile on your face. You dropped your head to the ground, shaking it as you tried to distance yourself from the situation; looking at Theo’s now-concerned expression and headed out the door.
So I’m trying something this November. Essentially no artificial sugars for the entire month. That means no pop, no candy, no chocolate, no hot chocolate 😭, no alcohol and no sugary cereals.
I have no real reason for doing this, other than I want to see if my face gets less chubby.
Wish me luck. I’ll let you know how it goes! I have a feeling I’ll only make it a week 🤷♀️
So here’s an update…
I’m not shocked, and if you knew me you wouldn’t be either. NO-vember turned into Never-Say-No-vember… I lasted all of two days without any kind of artificial sugar and I know that December is going to be worse. But hear me out! I may have failed not having anything, but I succeeded in having less of the typical artificial sugars I usually do. It’s the little victories that count.
If there’s anything I know about New Year’s Resolutions, and about me, is that they only work for a couple weeks and then they fail. Because you can’t force yourself to do something because of an arbitrary “rule.” If you’re going to succeed in something, you have to take it day by day for a long time and you can’t expect to see results within a couple weeks – if you do, you’ll be extremely let down.
So, yeah, I failed. Oh well. I still have time to figure my shit out, for now, I’m just gonna worry about being happy and living my life the only way I know how.
Keep smiling babes. You’re awesome and I think you should know that!
After the Marlies won the Calder Cup on June 18, 2018, the team gathered for a party at Real Sports to celebrate. But Gauthier, who spent the majority of the season with the Marlies, didn’t make it from the Ricoh Coliseum down the Lakeshore to the restaurant.
“We saw him the next day,” Keefe said. “And we asked him, Freddie, where did you go? And he said, ‘I went home to take care of the dog and I fell asleep.’”
“She brightens up my day when I come home,” Gauthier said.