Mental Asylum || Harry and Angel

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"Do so if you want to, I’m not going to hold ya back. That’s the thing with having experienced what I have, excluding the asylum, you make connections with high up people. Such connections have let me call in spies, a few small elite armies, a political advisor, and a few favors. When I was placed on trial, I called in a favor to keep me from being put on the chopping block as a ‘Class SS’ anarchist. Reason I was stuck in that asylum." Harry sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. “That’s good. At least I won’t have to worry about working on it anymore. Be glad to see it. Did Prinster help you? Before I tried to my first plan of attack against the Imperator, I told Prinster that should I not return due to being captured or worse, he is to report to you as your vassal. But enough of talking about all that’s happened, just be happy that at least now there’s a potential future. Wake me when we get to the motel, I haven’t slept in months and I’d rather be awake enough to get a few things sorted out without mumbling like a braindead prinny.” Harry shook his head and started to drift off into a light, fitful nap.

The bird had his reasons for worry. One was that all those big blue flightless birds- like the one that was sitting in the back with the cat- looked the same and sounded the same. The other was that he hadn’t seem his owner in thee years, and really didn’t want to lose him shortly after seeing him again- a worry Angel AND Prinster could possibly share with him. The last reason was how he was going to try to cope with it. He could fly, yes, but emotions aren’t something you can fly away from. He would have to deal with vets putting him on meds for it, and he didn’t want that. It would hurt him as bad as Olive dying, or having his wings clipped. For now, the bird just watched, occasionally chirping happily as he was petted.

"No, Prinster didn’t help me. I refused to let anyone help me. I kinda pushed myself. A lot." She smiled at him when he fell asleep, though she knew it would be hard for him over the next few hours. She turned on the radio quietly, making sure it wasn’t loud enough to wake him up. She once they were on a stretch of straight road she leaned over to kiss his cheek.

Olive jumped into Angel’s lap as well and curled up at Oatis’s feet, happy for the warmth in the breezy car. She mewed softly before drifting off as well. Her sleep what much deeper than that of one of her master’s. “Prinster, I can get you your own room at the motel once we get there. You can be with the pets.” Angel said. She didn’t want him to be left outside.

Hours later, the sun having set a while before, Angel pulled into the parking lot of a small hotel, one that accepted animals. She got out of the car, making sure she didn’t wake Harry at first, and unloaded two bags from the trunk. One for her, one for him. Finally she leaned over his seat and put a hand on his shoulder. “Harry… It’s time to wake up. We’re here.”


Angel picked up a marker and wrote "Boo Bear" on Ari's chest, right where everyone could see it. She then handed the marker to little Alexander who just drew scribbles everywhere, since he could barely hold it.

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"This is where I’m glad my nickname had nothing to do with bees." He chucked before taking the pen from Alexander. He’d gone from drawing on his father to drawing on himself, and all they needed was even more of a mess to clear up.

Angel sat up and undressed Alexander before carrying him into the bathroom. She put her hand in the tub; it was perfect for the baby. “Okay, ready for your bath?” she asked, smiling. She kneeled and set Alexander in. He didn’t like the water too much to start, crying loudly.

Ari immediately thought the water was too hot, or cold for Alexander but then Angel knew his cries better than he did. “Is the water  too hot or is just being well, him?”

"He’s just being him." Angel smiled and rubbed the baby’s back gently and slowly his cries died. "Why don’t you kneel down and help me?" she suggested softly.


A man knocked on Deejay's door. Heavy set, short cut hair, with muscles like a wrestler. And he was huge. He pounded on the door again, louder this time, and it seemed like he was going to break the door. "Oi! Open up!"

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Son of a BITCH, who the fucking hell was that?
Deejay grabbed the shotgun he kept under the umbrella stand and stood behind the door, pulling it open towards him. 
"What do you want?" He called, throwing his voice towards the kitchen. 

"Situation stabilization, mostly. The Capitol has always had more shit than it ever needed and the Districts never had enough. Simple solution; put whats needed where its needed."

"But people don’t need that, do they?" Micah chimed in, crossing his arms. Penny knew what she should be eating. They were all taught from a young age what would be most beneficial for them.

"They don’t, yes, and they don’t get them. Penny ordered them special from the Capitol."
He frowned. 
"Went through a lot of loopholes too."

"I don’t get why she would destroy herself like she is. We’ll have to talk to Mom and Dad." The other brother nodded in agreement. "But she must need help in the kitchen now."


A man knocked on Deejay's door. Heavy set, short cut hair, with muscles like a wrestler. And he was huge. He pounded on the door again, louder this time, and it seemed like he was going to break the door. "Oi! Open up!"

calculatingvictor:

calculatingvictor:

Son of a BITCH, who the fucking hell was that?
Deejay grabbed the shotgun he kept under the umbrella stand and stood behind the door, pulling it open towards him. 
"What do you want?" He called, throwing his voice towards the kitchen. 

"Situation stabilization, mostly. The Capitol has always had more shit than it ever needed and the Districts never had enough. Simple solution; put whats needed where its needed."

"But people don’t need that, do they?" Micah chimed in, crossing his arms. Penny knew what she should be eating. They were all taught from a young age what would be most beneficial for them.


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The prisoner defiantly stares down Heinrich Himmler, Hitler’s right-hand-man, who was responsible for the Holocaust. Greasley’s confrontation with Himmler took place during an inspection of the camp he was confined to. The inmates were ordered to remain seated, but Greasley refused. Horace Greasley also escaped the death camp, but sneaked back in to rescue a German woman whom he had fallen in love with.

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Wait it gets better, he escaped from the camp 200 times to meet with the woman he was in love with and returned after every time because there was no other place to go to. He also wrote an autobiography omfg this dude is seriously awesome

why hasnt this got more notes, seriously this guy was in a concerntration camp and all you guys reblog is fluffy chickens

I dont give a fuck what kind of blog i have this will always be in my blog and I better find on my dash again …. This should be the most famous pic on tumblr not a picture of a model… THIS !!!

This is my favourite

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The prisoner defiantly stares down Heinrich Himmler, Hitler’s right-hand-man, who was responsible for the Holocaust. Greasley’s confrontation with Himmler took place during an inspection of the camp he was confined to. The inmates were ordered to remain seated, but Greasley refused. Horace Greasley also escaped the death camp, but sneaked back in to rescue a German woman whom he had fallen in love with.

this is amazing

Wait it gets better, he escaped from the camp 200 times to meet with the woman he was in love with and returned after every time because there was no other place to go to. He also wrote an autobiography omfg this dude is seriously awesome

why hasnt this got more notes, seriously this guy was in a concerntration camp and all you guys reblog is fluffy chickens

I dont give a fuck what kind of blog i have this will always be in my blog and I better find on my dash again …. This should be the most famous pic on tumblr not a picture of a model… THIS !!!

This is my favourite


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"Angel, why is there a seven foot tall, blond, mini hulk sleeping on our couch..."

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"Hmm… He’s seven feet? I thought he was shorter than that. Anyway, I just have this weird feeling about him. I really wanted you to meet him, and when we got home, he kinda crashed on the couch."

"I hate him…" she mumbled, pressing herself down into the couch.

Despite her attempt to avoid it, Hunter heard everything she had said and made to leave them alone.

Angel sighed and stood, hurrying to catch Hunter. “Don’t leave. She’s just upset. I’ll make her come around. Why don’t you stay in the guest room for now?” she suggested.

"She might be upset, but she still wants me gone. I have other places to be anyway. I’ll see you around maybe?"

"Why don’t you come back in a few days? You just had a bad starting point with her."

"Sure…" he shrugged, completely intending not to return.

"Okay. I’ll see you in a few days. Thanks for understanding." She smiled and patted his arm, then went back to Dani.


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"Good morning Angel."

Dani wrapped her arms around Angel’s waist and kissed her neck.

"Are you cooking? You’re not gonna set anything on fire again are you?"

Dani reappeared exactly one minute later, only she was now eight feet up in the air.

"Success!" she announced, and then shrieked loudly as the floor came up to greet her.

Angel raised an eyebrow, surprised as she yelled. After she fell, the smaller girl went to help Dani up. “You need to be careful.” she murmured, worried.

"No, I need to be less careful so I can get more practice in," Dani leaned on Angel as she stood up and brushed herself off, "I did it though! You’re food’s not burnt any more… Actually it might be slightly undercooked now… Don’t burn it or yourself again please."

"Dani, please don’t do that again. You could have really hurt yourself." She rubbed her hand. "I’m just going to trash the breakfast and get some cereal."

"No! You spent so long cooking it, and it was my fault you burned it anyway. You deserve a nice hot breakfast, especially in this wintery winter!"

"I’ll be fine without it. Unless you want me to completely make a new breakfast that I’m going to finish in thirty seconds anyway."


"Dani? I'm sick."

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"Hello sick, I’m Dani," Dani replied, and cracked up laughing.

Angel whimpered softly. “Dani, I really don’t feel good.”


A man knocked on Deejay's door. Heavy set, short cut hair, with muscles like a wrestler. And he was huge. He pounded on the door again, louder this time, and it seemed like he was going to break the door. "Oi! Open up!"

calculatingvictor:

withpurewhitewings:

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Son of a BITCH, who the fucking hell was that?
Deejay grabbed the shotgun he kept under the umbrella stand and stood behind the door, pulling it open towards him. 
"What do you want?" He called, throwing his voice towards the kitchen. 

 

"I don’t know. Its like she’s suddenly gotten an intense dislike of anything nutritous. She’ll scarf down like, Capitol diet rations-you know, those things that have zero nutritional value, the ones you could eat to feel full by wouldn’t make you gain weight if you spetn your whole life on your ass-but like, even a sandwich…"

They frowned. “I guess she has always wanted to be normal. That might be one of her abilities, too. She’s supposed to adapt to anything. But it doesn’t look like she’s adapting too well here.”

"Or she’s adapted to the wrong side of Panem. Everyone used to be like her…starving and underweight. But since the Rebellion happened and trade between the districts was cleared, its gotten a lot better."

"She’ll cling to whatever is normal or has recently been normal. And if that’s dieting pills and the like, she’ll do it, no questions asked. But you need to stop her. Like, back in our day, she could eat about three whole game hens by herself."

"I’ve been trying to figure out how. Every time I bring something up she brushes it off…"
He glanced at the two boys. 
"You know her way better than I do…any suggestions?"

"We haven’t seen her in 150, probably. We aren’t going to be any help. Just try talking to her. If she brushes it off, keeping talking about it. It’s important."

"That’s all I needed to hear."
He’d been worried that he was going to go overboard with his concern…but if they said it was a serious problem then he’d believe them both. 

"Where do you get all the Capitol stuff, anyway?" Christopher asked, crossing his arms. He wanted his older sister safe, and it didn’t seem like this was.


A man knocked on Deejay's door. Heavy set, short cut hair, with muscles like a wrestler. And he was huge. He pounded on the door again, louder this time, and it seemed like he was going to break the door. "Oi! Open up!"

calculatingvictor:

withpurewhitewings:

calculatingvictor:

withpurewhitewings:

calculatingvictor:

calculatingvictor:

Son of a BITCH, who the fucking hell was that?
Deejay grabbed the shotgun he kept under the umbrella stand and stood behind the door, pulling it open towards him. 
"What do you want?" He called, throwing his voice towards the kitchen. 

 

"I don’t know. Its like she’s suddenly gotten an intense dislike of anything nutritous. She’ll scarf down like, Capitol diet rations-you know, those things that have zero nutritional value, the ones you could eat to feel full by wouldn’t make you gain weight if you spetn your whole life on your ass-but like, even a sandwich…"

They frowned. “I guess she has always wanted to be normal. That might be one of her abilities, too. She’s supposed to adapt to anything. But it doesn’t look like she’s adapting too well here.”

"Or she’s adapted to the wrong side of Panem. Everyone used to be like her…starving and underweight. But since the Rebellion happened and trade between the districts was cleared, its gotten a lot better."

"She’ll cling to whatever is normal or has recently been normal. And if that’s dieting pills and the like, she’ll do it, no questions asked. But you need to stop her. Like, back in our day, she could eat about three whole game hens by herself."

"I’ve been trying to figure out how. Every time I bring something up she brushes it off…"
He glanced at the two boys. 
"You know her way better than I do…any suggestions?"

"We haven’t seen her in 150, probably. We aren’t going to be any help. Just try talking to her. If she brushes it off, keeping talking about it. It’s important."


A man knocked on Deejay's door. Heavy set, short cut hair, with muscles like a wrestler. And he was huge. He pounded on the door again, louder this time, and it seemed like he was going to break the door. "Oi! Open up!"

calculatingvictor:

withpurewhitewings:

calculatingvictor:

calculatingvictor:

Son of a BITCH, who the fucking hell was that?
Deejay grabbed the shotgun he kept under the umbrella stand and stood behind the door, pulling it open towards him. 
"What do you want?" He called, throwing his voice towards the kitchen. 

 

"I don’t know. Its like she’s suddenly gotten an intense dislike of anything nutritous. She’ll scarf down like, Capitol diet rations-you know, those things that have zero nutritional value, the ones you could eat to feel full by wouldn’t make you gain weight if you spetn your whole life on your ass-but like, even a sandwich…"

They frowned. “I guess she has always wanted to be normal. That might be one of her abilities, too. She’s supposed to adapt to anything. But it doesn’t look like she’s adapting too well here.”

"Or she’s adapted to the wrong side of Panem. Everyone used to be like her…starving and underweight. But since the Rebellion happened and trade between the districts was cleared, its gotten a lot better."

"She’ll cling to whatever is normal or has recently been normal. And if that’s dieting pills and the like, she’ll do it, no questions asked. But you need to stop her. Like, back in our day, she could eat about three whole game hens by herself."