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[eddie-redmayne-italian-blog]

Inside The Day of the Jackal, Eddie Redmayne and Lashana Lynch’s ambitious new hitman series

GQ speaks to the cast and crew behind Sky’s reimagination of the classic Frederick Forsyth assassin novel

By Jack King26 July 2024

1973’s The Day of the Jackal is one of those classic thrillers that dads pass down as a rite of passage. Failing that, you might’ve caught it on ITV 2 on a lazy Sunday afternoon. Edward Fox plays the titular Jackal, a killer for hire who is commissioned by the French militant far-right to assassinate president Charles de Gaulle in 1963. The film’s first act savours his scrupulous attention to detail: buying a bespoke rifle that can be broken down into innocent parts, and fake documents from a forger, for example, who he murders with his bare hands after an ill-judged extortion attempt. He’s a shapeshifting lone wolf — well, jackal — we learn little about, aside from how good he is at killing people.

Such a rich character whose mark is felt on no end of hitman movies (see David Fincher’s 2023 genre homage The Killer) is ripe for reinterpretation. Not that it went especially well last time: the last, loose attempt to contemporise The Day of the Jackal came in 1997, starring Bruce Willis and Richard Gere, and the critics called it a dud. But 27 years later, Sky & Peacock have armed up for their own present-day reimagination of the source material, thrusting the Jackal into our fraught world of political division and ever-present global danger. The script was written by Top Boy writer Ronan Bennett, and the series executive produced by Downton Abbey's Gareth Neame and Nigel Marchant, alongside its stars Eddie Redmayne and Lashana Lynch.

“We both loved the book, and we saw the film when we were kids — I’ve seen the film many times through my life, and always really respected it,” Neame, alongside Marchant, tells GQ. While they were at first cautious to tackle source material that carries with it such esteem, to expand the story across episodic TV seemed too good an opportunity to turn down. “It’s such an iconic, gripping story, that to revisit that in a contemporary context, with all the benefits of a multi-episodic show … we thought that would be really interesting to take this much-respected IP and develop it this way.”

Marchant concurs. “I think that [this] kind of title is in so many peoples’ consciousness … And then yeah, what’s the benefit of telling this with a bigger canvas?”

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The most obvious difference about this version is that it takes place in the modern world. “If we’d stayed in the past, why do it? You can’t better the film,” Neame says. But in classic The Day of the Jackal style, Redmayne’s hitman still rocks up to more European cities than a gap year interrailer.

And so we begin the series with the Jackal in Munich. Not that we immediately recognise him: he is decked out in wrinkly prosthetics, fake hair, and wears contacts and fake teeth, disguised as an elderly German janitor. This is his way past security and into the campaign headquarters of a divisive far-right demagogue, for the purposes of a mission that we daren’t spoil further. Once he has done what he needed to do — ruthlessly dispatching half the staff with a silenced pistol en route — he makes a daring escape by absailing from the roof, just as the police arrive. So, to illustrate the vibe: think Mission Impossible meets Daniel Craig’s Bond, if he went really rogue.

It’s not a one-to-one adaptation, but fans of the original text and film needn’t worry — there’s a distinct air of reverence for them both throughout, and this version broadly covers the same plot beats, though the story is expanded for TV. As for the Jackal himself, Redmayne’s performance both evokes Fox’s classic turn and feels of his own making. “[Fox’s] performance will always be in my mind, because I loved it so much as a kid,” Redmayne tells GQ. “But at the same time, I wanted the audience to be able to oscillate between this sociopathic coldness, and a human being who wants a life, and happiness.” He points to Natalie Humphries’ costume design as an explicit example of homage. “She spoke specifically about the kind of dandy, slight peacock-y quality of the [original] movie, and how we wanted to keep those elements,” Redmayne says.

“If you know the original [film], you get these Easter eggs through the show — even some of the lines are exact matches, and scenes were shot literally shot-for-shot from the original,” Marchant says. “So there are treats along the way if you know it, which felt important to us [with] our love of the original as well.”

Some time after that first job, the familiar story begins, after a mysterious would-be client on the dark web offers the Jackal retirement-grade money for the biggest hit of his career. (Given the contemporary setting, the target obviously isn’t Charles de Gaulle, but that’s as much as we’re allowed to reveal.) And throughout the series, in another noticable departure from the source material, we delve into the Jackal’s backstory and the whys and wherefores of his chosen career path. (Again, I’d love to say more, but there’s a red laser dot hovering over my chest and I value my life.) Redmayne was initially cautious about digging too far into the Jackal’s background — traditionally, the whole point is that you know nothing about him — but was won over by the script.

“Edward Fox’s performance is so brilliant because it’s two and a half hours of [an] extraordinarily charismatic enigma,” Redmayne says. “So my challenge, as a fan of that, was to go, Wait, I only want to take this on if I feel like there is a way that unpacking [the backstory] doesn’t feel glib.”

The chance to explore the Jackal’s past, Neame says, was always the point. “We knew right from the beginning that we wouldn’t make a 10 part television series where the main character is only ever a ghost,” he says. “So that’s where the whole idea of the private life, the personal life — the fact that he’s trying to juggle this extraordinary professional world with a normal lifestyle [came from].” Later on in the series, Neame notes, another character tells him what should’ve probably been blindingly obvious: in this line of work, a healthy worThe Day of the Jackal isn’t just about the titular contract killer, of course. Much of the story unfolds as a thrilling cat and mouse, as hot on the Jackal’s heels is the Sherlock to his murderous Moriarty, French detective Claude Lebel, played in 1973 by Michel Lonsdale. In this new adaptation, the character is reimagined as a wily MI6 agent, Lashana Lynch’s Bianca, whose counter-terrorism training and firearms expertise make her the Jackal’s ideal foil. (Despite the connection you might make to one of Lynch’s more recent roles, this grounded, bureaucratic vision of His Majesty’s secret service bears little resemblance to Bond.)k/life balance just isn’t sustainable.

“When you have a character that is in either a powerful position, or works for a powerful organisation, there is this danger that happens whereby women get boxed into one of two things: either the strong one, or the damsel in some way. Both of them are actually unfair,” Lynch says. “The Bianca that I read in the first three episodes was someone who had a strength that was born from vulnerability, had confusion [around] her own identity and her meaning to her work … There was so much within her world, and within her being, that felt like a real person.”

Bianca is seen as an irritating disruptor by the people she works for; early in the first episode, her boss scribbles a mid-meeting note calling her a pain in the arse. But her unrelenting drive and commitment soon gets results. “She pushes people’s boundaries. She is annoying. She does not stop. And her boundary pushing gets very dangerous,” Lynch continues. “But [she is] also really well intentioned. She has a good heart, she just doesn’t know how to use it. Which is exciting to play, and exciting to watch.”

Ultimately, the Jackal and Bianca have more in common than they might initially realise. “The entire premise of these two protagonists that are deeply flawed human beings, and yet also compelling human beings who are kind of mirroring each other, and yet on a one way path to collision, I found that interesting,” Redmayne says.

“You’re on side with both of these people, despite the horrendous choices they’re making.”

The Day of the Jackal will premiere on Sky and streaming service NOW in the UK (and Peacock in the US) on 7 November.

https://www.gq-magazine.co.uk/article/the-day-of-the-jackal-preview

[cynids]

about me!

minor

asian

fav characters:

dick grayson, midnighter, constantine, starfire, donna troy, raven, rose wilson, stephanie brown

dean winchester, jo harvelle

stiles stilinski, lydia martin, isaac lahey, liam dunbar

burial mounds gang

slytherin skittles

mike ross, spencer reid, tony dinozzo, danno williams

what i mainly post about/repost:

dc (mainly dick grayson + wonder twins, teen titans and batfam, with a love for wonder + arrowfams & rouges too)

teen wolf + tvd

winx, barbies, bratz, monster high, ever after hugh

formula 1 (charles leclerc, alex albon and oscar piastri (rip logan ily boo)

nhl & goalie loving hours (canes fan since birth, krakens + avs)

college hockey (umich + cornell)

models (v.s and 90's models)

volleyball, figure skating, ice dancing, ballet, gymnastics

an occasional string of aesthetic (or depressing) posts whenever im feeling fancy

media i'm currently obsessing over:

911 + lone star

white collar

moon night

voltron

praying to GOD they dont fuck this new dynamic duo movie u

asks always open!

[ultrxmxrine]

What was it like for the sirens on their lonely rock, watching everyone who tried to love them drown?

charles melton, 240, genderfluid, he/him — did you see elzaren reed walking down main street ? the tabloids say that the siren is known to be captivating and extravagant, but who knows if that’s true. the spy seems to fit the vibe of a half empty bottle of wine, flirty smile across the bar, a longing for a home you never had

𐫱 General information 𐫱 ⊹ Full name: Elzaren Reed ⊹ Nickname: Elzi ⊹ Age: 240 years old ⊹ Species: Siren ⊹ Birthday: on the highest tide during a full moon on November 9th, 1783. ⊹ Zodiac sign: Scorpio ⊹ Gender: Genderfluid ⊹ Pronouns: Mostly he/him, but he is fine with any pronouns ⊹ Sexuality: Homosexual ⊹ Occupation: Spy ⊹ Religion: He prays to Marina, but he has never told anyone how important she is to him.

𐫱 Appearance 𐫱 ⊹ Faceclaim: Charles Melton ⊹ Height: 6'1 ⊹ Build: Lean but muscular ⊹ Hair: Black but when in the ocean it almost looks blueish. ⊹ eye colour: Dark brown ⊹ Piercing: In both ears he has three in his lobe and then a helix. At some point he had a nose piercing, but he recently took it out and in the 90's he had a belly button piercing. ⊹ Tattoo: He has a faded tattoo on his cheeks that from a distance only look like freckles, but it's actually runic inscription in honor of Marina. He then has multiple other tattoos that he has collected throughout his life. ⊹ Scars: He has a scar on his side and neck after getting stuck in a fishing net as a child.

𐫱 Personality traits 𐫱 ⊹ Positive traits: Independent, loyal, intelligent, protective ⊹ Negative traits: Cynical, eccentric, extravagant, impulsive, dramatic ⊹ Likes: beautiful clothes, a relaxing day, a glass of wine and good food, the sound of the waves. ⊹ Dislikes: Ignorant people, bad fashion style, DIY projects (forced to make things? No thank you!, bugs ⊹ Favourite song: California Dreamin' by the mamas & papas and Oui Oui Marie by Chelsea Wolfe ⊹ Fears: That in the end he will lose everyone he cares about and end up all alone.

𐫱 History 𐫱

TW: Death

Ꮺ During the high tide 240 years ago, Elzaren was born into an affluent family of sirens. He was the youngest son and the light of his parents' life. They adored him and gave him everything he wanted; everyone knew him and his family, and they knew he would grow up to become just like his father. Someone who used his wealth to take care of the people in need. However, his family's unwavering trust would be the thing that doomed them in the end.

Ꮺ When Elzaren was ten, his oldest brother met a woman on land. She was picture perfect, everything he had ever wanted. Despite their friends warning his family, pleading with them not to trust the humans, they welcomed her with open arms. His brother told her everything about his family; more importantly, he told her about their riches and where to find them.

Ꮺ It shouldn't have come as a surprise when, one night, her family arrived on boats to steal their wealth. They hunted his family down and took everything they owned. In the chaos of that night, Elzaren got caught in their fishing net, where he was stuck thrashing around, trying to escape to help his family, but he was stuck having to watch it happen without being able to do anything.

Ꮺ Still, to this day, Elzaren has no idea how he escaped. One moment, he was in the fishing net screaming as it cut into his skin, and the next, he woke up at the bottom of the ocean, hurt but alive.

Ꮺ After this incident, his family name was ruined. They were now known as the fools who trusted humans and let the humans ruin them. Elzaren was left with nothing. That didn't stop him; he was determined to make something out of himself.

Ꮺ As he grew older, he realized he had the talent to get people to trust him. He would gather information for gangs and other criminals by flirting with and charming their enemies, and sometimes, he would even lure them into the ocean with him.

Ꮺ It didn't take long before the royal family noticed him and offered him a job. For a while he refused, but his vision of a better life pushed him to accept the job. Now, after working as a spy for about 200 years, he is incredibly talented, but he still refuses the offer of becoming the spymaster for the royal family. He had the skill to do it, but he wouldn't have been able to deal with other people.

𐫱 Headcanons 𐫱

Ꮺ He is very eccentric and definitely not everyone's cup of tea. He can be overly dramatic and very flirtatious. However, it's all an act. This persona he has created has been the shield that he has built from a young age.

Ꮺ The truth is, he is very distrustful of everyone. He assumes people will betray him for selfish reasons; therefore, he uses that as a justification if he decides to betray others. However, he is loyal to the people he cares about and wouldn't betray them. (he's just a dumbass lbr).

Ꮺ He always thinks of himself like the dark stormy ocean that will pull people down to their deaths.

Ꮺ On the more positive side, his best friends are the gossip crabs, who tell him everything that is happening around the island, but how accurate their intel is, is debatable.

𐫱 Wanted Connections 𐫱

Ꮺ Someone he hooked up with for intel: There could have been some hard feelings about this afterward, or maybe not? It could be interesting.

Ꮺ Childhood best friends: Someone who knew him before the fall of his family and someone.

Ꮺ Someone he grew up with: He could have moved in with their family and stayed with them until he was old enough to be on his own.

Ꮺ Someone he used to work with: Another spy? Someone who helped him or needed help? One of the criminals or someone from the royal family?

Ꮺ Best friends / Frenemies / Enemies / FWB

[covenawhite66]

Novel

MUSASHI BY EIJI YOSHIKAWA, TRANSLATED BY CHARLES S. TERRY

THE WAITING YEARS BY FUMIKO ENCHI, TRANSLATED BY JOHN BESTER

AN ARTIST OF THE FLOATING WORLD BY KAZUO ISHIGURO

THE SAMURAI’S GARDEN BY GAIL TSUKIYAMA

KABUKI DANCER BY SAWAKO ARIYOSHI, TRANSLATED BY JAMES R. BRANDON

CLOUD OF SPARROWS BY TAKASHI MATSUOKA

Manga

LONE WOLF AND CUB BY KAZUO KOIKE AND GOSEKI KOJIMA

IN THIS CORNER OF THE WORLD BY FUMIYO KŌNO

GOLDEN KAMUY BY SATORU NODA

ŌOKU BY FUMI YOSHINAGA

KAZE HIKARU BY TAEKO WATANABE

Japanese American

THE COLOR OF AIR BY GAIL TSUKIYAMA

WE ARE NOT FREE BY TRACI CHEE

CLARK AND DIVISION BY NAOMI HIRAHARA

[phenomenal1500]

Masterlist Black Sails

Smut: 🔥

Angst: 🌪

Fluff: 💕

Halloween: ☠️

Not Categorised: 🌍

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The Blood In My Veins (Fan Fic) 🔥🌪💕

A myth, a legend, a pirate captain, feared around the world, but somehow unknown to everyone. The story tells that anyone who dared to cross the ship ‘The Serpents Madalion’ was killed instantly, with no victims to pass the story on. Leaving the ships to sink down into the deep ocean with all the victims on it. After spreading fear around the world, the captain finally returns to Nassau to see old friends, make enemies and get her heart and feelings awoken by an unknown man.

Target #0001 (Fan Fic) 🔥🌪💕

1 January 2190- The day that made it into the golden book of history as the darkest time on Earth and where history began to repeat itself once again. Unbeknownst to everyone at the time, a tiran secretly decided to step up that day. A tiran ready to kill whoever had a mind of their own and tried to resist his leadership with lone wolf Levana Blue being on the top of his assassination list.

The woman was stubborn- reckless even- and she had no appetite for being under someone’s control which made her target #0001. With all her years of hard working in hiding from the mind-controlled world though, she manages to finish her invention in time and reset the world to a few years prior…. only to find out she got herself stuck inside the 1700’s in the meantime.

You'll Always Be Mine (One Shot) 💕

Reader meets Charles after 10 years of not seeing him.

If I Told You (One Shot) 🌍

PART ONE

PART TWO

The reader is a rich new woman in Nassau who knows her place and became wealthy all on her own, no family who ever helped her because she did not have any, different from Eleanor. The reader hates how she bosses everyone around like she is a queen when she had help from her father.

Respect Is Earned, Not Given (One Shot) 🌍

Reader earns respect of the Ranger and Charles hears about it so he talks with the reader to let her join his crew, secretly afraid that the reader would hurt him the same way Eleanor did.

King Of Lurking (One Shot) 💕

Derived from the song High For This of The Weeknd

Hide And Seek (One Shot) 🌍

PART ONE

PART TWO

Reader tries to steal from the Ranger, but when hiding Captain Vane catches her.

Back To Sleep (One Shot) 💕

Reader can’t sleep and Vane decides to help her out.

Love Competitors (One Shot) 🌍

Reader and Charles have been playful enemies/competitors since they both went into the pirates world and they finally meet again.

Convince Me Otherwise (One Shot) 💕

The reader was the old quartermaster of The Ranger after Jack and Anne started to gather a crew of their own, but the reader left herself too, wanting to life somewhere else. Charles wasn’t okay with this and seeks her up. Him trying to convince her to come back after a year of being away.

His Unkown Love (One Shot) 💕🌪

The reader had ‘drowned’ because of a hurricane nearby the ship she was on and stranded on the Maroon Island. Charles secretly tends to her every night because he had saved her and started to care about her… though he doesn’t want someone to know about it, especially not Teach, so he always makes up things to visit her.

Close Those Pretty Eyes (One Shot) 💕

The reader is part of the night watch in the fort and had just finished an rough shift. Unfortunately, instead of being allowed to sleep, the reader has been summoned to join the meeting in Jack’s mansion.

L'amour Pas La Guerre (One Shot) 🌍

Captain Charles Vane arrives at an uncharted island after a battle with the Navy. Just when he and his crew thought they were safe, they find out that the island is not that uninhabited.

Love Overdose (One Shot) 🔥

Reader has an on-off relationship with Charles Vane and he ends up at her doorstep one last time before he has to set sail to complete a very dangerous journey.

Drowning In Pain (One Shot) 🌪

Charles Vane comes home after a long stint away and finds the reader is hung up in a drug induced haze.

Love Don't Change (One Shot) 💕🌪

PART ONE

PART TWO

PART THREE

Reader finds out she’s pregnant with Charles and decides to leave out of fear without telling anything. She returns to her home country and gives birth to their daughter there, raising her alone for five years. For those fives years Charles had in the meantime sought for her and eventually finally managed to find her.

Deep In The Forest (One Shot) 🌪

Reader ends up being trapped in a bear trap deep in Nassau’s rainforest and is taken care of by Captain Charles Vane who finds her.

Her Final Words (One Shot) 🌪

Reader is banished from her home and ends up in Nassau, isolating herself from everyone. Captain Charles Vane finds out and tries to help her get through it all since he is the only one who knows what happened.

Last One Standing (One Shot) 🌪

PART ONE

PART TWO

Reader is the daughter of Charles Vane and is the only one left after a massive raid that took place in Nassau where everyone was taking away or even murdered. Charles then promises her to find out what happened and where her mother is.

In His Bed (One Shot) 🔥

Reader is Charles’s long-term girlfriend, but they’ve never actually taken their relationship any further than just kissing so the Reader wants to finally change that with him.

She Won't Come Back (One Shot) 🌪

A short story where Charles’s daughter is struggling with accepting her mother’s death, having terribly nightmares that Charles tries to help her with.

The Voices In His Head (One Shot) 🌍

PART ONE

PART TWO

A short story where Charles is struggling to accept the fact that he likes the new charming male captain that has arrived in Nassau.

Torn Apart (One Shot) 🌪💕

Charles Vane and Y/N have always been best friends, but she always wanted more. She couldn't tell him that of course because that would have ruined their friendship and he was still in love with Eleanor so instead of talking, she began writing her feelings down in a diary that he one day discovers.

The Runaway Kid (One Shot) 🌪

Charles Vane once had a family, a family that was torn apart. His wife died.... His daughter ran away. Even after his wife's death he never gave up searching for his daughter though and now he had finally found her (the reader) again.

Amnesia (One Shot) 🌪

Charles’ long term girlfriend loses her memory and Woodes Rogers takes advantage of that.

His Family Now (One Shot) 🌪💕

Charles finds a girl who's mute and left with no parents and so he takes her in. 

The Gallows  (One Shot) 🌪💕

Charles finds out he got the woman he is now locked up with pregnant, right before their execution.

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Primeval  (One Shot) 💕

Reader comes out of the Primeval times and ends up in Nassau only to accidentally meet Teach.

[astrognossienne]

scandalous star: gary cooper -an analysis

“I don’t like to see exaggerated airs and exploding egos in people who are already established. No player ever rises to prominence solely on talent. They’re molded by forces other than themselves. They should remember this – and at least twice a week drop to their knees and thank Providence for elevating them from cow ranches, dime store ribbon counters and bookkeeping desks. ” - Gary Cooper

He didn’t say much, but when he did, it carried a lot of weight. He was the archetypal hero of the Old West; the quintessential masculine ideal of the stoic and “strong silent type” that most Taurus men are. But for famously laconic Gary Cooper, his good looks and earnest, haunted eyes for decades made him the quintessential lonely American of motion pictures.He was a more equanimous, human protagonist versus boisterous, bigger-than-life Hollywood supermen. He was renowned for his quiet, understated acting style and his individualistic, emotionally restrained, but at times intense screen persona, which was particularly well suited to the many Westerns he made. He was a man’s man...as well as a ladies’ man. Cooper became a hero to many, even as he developed a reputation as one of the most notorious philanderers in Hollywood. Privately a debonair ladykiller with a taste for high society, he crafted an image as just the opposite from his prototype cowboy image he materfully portrayed on the silver screen. He was insatiable, before and during his marriage. How did he reconcile his moral righteousness onscreen (Taurus sun) with his philandering offscreen (Sagittarius moon)? That was the work of the fixers, gossip magazines, and the studio system at large, which ensured that Cooper was never caught, never denounced, and held up as a paragon of American values.

Gary Cooper, according to astrotheme, was a Taurus sun and Sagittarius moon. He was born Frank James Cooper in Helena, Montana, the second son of an English farmer from Bedfordshire, who later became an American lawyer and judge, Charles Henry Cooper (1865-1946), and Kent-born Alice (née Brazier) Cooper (1873-1967). As a child, he met a freed slave woman named Mary Fields, otherwise known as Stagecoach Mary, and so awed by her was she that he later wrote an account of his memories of her in Ebony magazine. His mother hoped for their two sons to receive a better education than that available in Montana and arranged for the boys to attend Dunstable Grammar School in Bedfordshire, England between 1910 and 1913. Upon the outbreak of World War I, Cooper’s mother brought her sons home and enrolled them in a Bozeman, Montana, high school. Upon graduation, he eventually matriculated at Grinnell College in Grinnell, IA, where he attempted to nurture a passion for drawing - until a serious car accident ended his college days in the summer of 1920. He would recover from his severely injured hip through an odd but painful therapy, horseback riding.

When his father retired from the bench and moved his mother to Los Angeles, Cooper gave up agriculture classes to try his hand as a Hollywood extra. Cooper played an extra in a handful of silent films before arriving on the set of The Winning of Barbara Worth in 1926. The actor cast as the second male lead didn’t show, and someone shoved Cooper into the part. He appeared with Clara Bow (who soon became one of his conquests) in her star-making film It, but it was his appearance in another Bow vehicle Wings, released later that same year, truly launched his career. He plays a World War I flying cadet, and although his screentime was still relatively short, there was one scene — an extended close-up shot, the light streaming in from outside — in which he looked gorgeous. In 1929, he filmed The Wolf Song with Lupe Vélez. He soon had an affair with Velez, who purportedly claimed that Cooper “has the biggest organ in Hollywood but not the ass to push it in well.” For more on their relationship, read my star analysis on Lupe.

Cooper filmed The Virginian — his first real “talkie,” and the film was a major hit and cemented the foundation of Cooper’s image. His ability to project elements of his own personality onto the characters he portrayed, to appear natural and authentic in his roles, and to underplay and deliver restrained performances calibrated for the camera and the screen helped make him a cinematic success, often lauded by those he worked with. However, his good looks and charisma made him a success with women, whether he worked with them or not. Over the next few years, Cooper was paired with the most gorgeous and promising female stars in Hollywood —with Carole Lombard in I Take This Woman (whom he slept with), Claudette Colbert in His Woman (whom he allegedly slept with), Marlene Dietrich in Morocco and Desire (who he famously slept with more than once), and Joan Blondell in Make Me a Star (who he allegedly slept with). In 1932, Cooper and his Paramount “rival,” Cary Grant, were cast against Tallulah Bankhead in Devil and the Deep (1932). Like Lupe Velez, Bankhead was a loose cannon, with most famous quote being:

“The only reason I went to Hollywood was to fuck that divine Gary Cooper.”

Amidst all his public and private action, Cooper began courting Veronica “Rocky” Balfe, a starlet who went by the stage name of Sandra Shaw. She was also best known as the blonde dropped by King Kong. The two were wed in late 1933. Balfe retired from the screen to become a wife and mother, with her giving birth to their only child, Maria, in 1937. Cooper portrayed a new type of hero—a champion of the common man—in films like Mr. Deeds Goes To Washington and 1941′s Sergeant York (which won him his first of two Best Actor Oscars). Cooper met Ernest Hemingway at Sun Valley in October 1940 and they were friends for the rest of his life. He co-starred with Ingrid Bergman (with whom he had a year-long affair with) in a the film adaptation of Hemingway’s For Whom the Bell Tolls. He kept starring in more films and bedding his female co-stars until he got more than he bargained for when he made The Fountainhead. Naturally, the 47-year-old Cooper had an affair with his co-star, the 21-year-old Patricia Neal. However, this time things got crazy: Neal wound up pregnant with Cooper’s child. He insisted she have an abortion. When Cooper’s long-suffering wife found out about the relationship, she sent a telegram demanding he end it. This didn’t work; he also confessed that he was in love with Neal, and continued to see her. Cooper and his wife legally separated in May of 1951. Cooper’s daughter Maria, by then in her early teens, famously spat on Neal in public. Neal later claimed that Cooper hit her after she went on a date with Kirk Douglas. Neal ended their relationship in late December 1951. Amid all this drama, Cooper starred in what is now regarded as his defining role: the beleaguered sheriff in High Noon, which won him his second Best Actor Oscar. In later life, he became involved in a relationship with the costume designer Irene, and was, according to Irene, "the only man she ever loved".

Maybe all his previous actions had an affect on him because Cooper converted to Catholicism in 1958, and reconciled with his wife and daughter. Also, he began starring in films that centered around searching for redemption, such as Friendly Persuasion (1956) and Man of the West (1958). In 1960, Cooper fell ill with prostate cancer, which quickly spread to his colon, lungs, and bones; he died of it shortly after his 60th birthday in 1961. A year after his death, Irene committed suicide by jumping from the 11th floor of the Knickerbocker Hotel, after telling Doris Day of her grief over Cooper's death. Regardless of his philandering, regardless of the arduous work of his studio’s publicity departments, there was something plaintive, almost childlike, maybe even innocent about Cooper, so he can easily be forgiven his sins. He acted out what mattered to millions of people, and that act made him a star beyond measure.

Next, I’ll focus on his former paramour Lupe Velez’s arch nemesis. A woman who happened to be wife of MGM art director Cedric Gibbons (Gary Cooper’s wife Rocky’s uncle). She was another pioneer of Mexican cinema who was arguably the first Latina to successfully crossover to Anglo audiences: Leo Dolores del Río.

Stats

birthdate: May 7, 1901

major planets:

Sun: Taurus

Moon: Sagittarius

Rising: Taurus

Mercury: Taurus

Venus: Taurus

Mars: Leo

Midheaven: Aquarius

Jupiter: Capricorn

Saturn: Capricorn

Uranus: Sagittarius

Neptune: Gemini

Pluto: Gemini

Overall personality snapshot: He was torn between an instinct to roam free and a determination to find security and make a solid, lasting contribution to the world. As he repeatedly changed horses in search of both ultimate certainties and high-spirited adventure at the same time, he could find himself deeply divided and uncertain. He sought to earth the fire from heaven and put it to work, but he found all too often that it would not let him rest. In his search for stability and security, he became a farmer and was immediately confronted with the changing seasons. He embraced the solid certainties of geology and are hit by an earthquake. He liked to feel the solid earth move. He sought certitude and permanence, yet his endless inquiries constantly confounded yesterday’s certainties. When he got his own uncertainties together (by accepting he wanted the best of both the changing and the unchanging worlds), he could have been a brilliant teacher, conversationalist, counselor, entertainer, wit, creative artist or entrepreneur – in fact he could have been anything he wanted. Once focused, he could be a human dynamo, and wonderfully humorous, witty and entertaining with it. As he discovered, his quest for solid material certainties did not make a happy bedfellow for his yearning for excitement and larger religious and spiritual understanding. In one way or another, be it through philosophy and the spiritual quest or through writing, music or art, he needed to put together and formulate a total vision of the universe which is based on unassailable facts yet satisfying to his idealism.

Constantly seeking, he was a natural agnostic, applying the criteria of science to counter woolly speculations, yet at the same time highly skeptical of the limited and statistical pronouncements of unthinking science. The danger, if he did not marry these elements within him, is that he would swing from one to the other and undermine the virtues of both. A restless changing of jobs, careers, partners, visions or aspirations left him drunk with his own spinning. When he deliberately tried to remain sober and commonsensical, it seemed to make matters worse for there was something of the gambler in him. This all-or-nothing streak can temporarily overcome your natural caution and enable you to burn your bridges (though you will usually ensure there is something tucked away for a rainy day). He felt an impulsive need to do things on a grand scale, to live with commitment, to feast on the world, and to understand what it was to be alive in all possible ways. He seemed to be called both to explore the reaches of the imagination and to build secure foundations. He brought far-reaching visions into manifestation, and these visions injected his conservative desire for stability and security with flair and colour. His vision of tomorrow and the larger world gave spice to any project he undertook. He saw endless possibilities and wanted to make them real. In this he could be the natural entrepreneur who saw economic opportunities at every turn, an inspiring counselor and teacher, and a stimulating companion whatever he did.

His well-shaped body displayed a warm attractiveness and ripeness. In his later years, he may have needed to watch the tendency to gain weight too easily. His strong broad shoulders supported a very large neck size. His most outstanding feature was his eyes and his gentle smile and voice. He was big-boned. He enjoyed dressing well, preferring soft colours. He was practical, steady and patient, but he could  be inflexible in his views. One thing he did have was plenty of common sense and good powers of concentration, although he tended to think that purely abstract thought was a waste of time. His thought processes weren’t as quick as others, but his decisions were made with a lot of thought behind them. He also had the welcome ability to bring people together. He needed to be able to show his originality and independence in any job for complete satisfaction. His work should also satisfy his scientific bent and humanitarian leanings. He needed scope for his inventiveness, because he was able to bring a fresh view to any job. Ideally, his work should permit him to express the idealistic side to him character and allow him to help as many people as possible. He could be extremely efficient in the way that he tried to get maximum result out of minimum effort. He didn’t like extravagance and waste. He was a thoughtful and resourceful person, who was well-informed on many subjects. Success came gradually and as a result of hard work. Success and growth, for him, were expressed by material and financial achievements, bringing status and prestige.Worldly success was well within his reach, because he possessed all the necessary talents to gain power, influence and status. He was practical, determined and patient. When there were hitches in his plans, he simply worked around them. He knew where he was heading to, and had already figured out the best way to use his talents to reach his goals.

Although he could be fairly pessimistic about life in general, it didn’t put him off aiming for the top. He could be very single-minded about reaching his goals, and was prepared to put his career interests above his personal happiness. He was extremely aware of his own worth. He was prepared to work beyond the call of duty. His strong sense of ambition gave him a certain rigidity, arrogance and selfishness in the eyes of others. He belonged to a generation with fiery enthusiasm for new and innovative ideas and concepts. Rejecting the past and its mistakes, he sought new ideals and people to believe in. As a member of this generation, he felt restless and adventurous, and was attracted towards foreign people, places and cultures. As a member of the Gemini Neptune generation, his restless mind pushed him to explore new intellectual fields. He loved communication and the occult and was likely also fascinated by metaphysical phenomena and astrology. As a Gemini Plutonian, he was mentally restless and willing to examine and change old doctrines, ideas and ways of thinking. As a member of this generation, he showed an enormous amount of mental vitality, originality and perception. Traditional customs and taboos were examined and rejected for newer and more original ways of doing things. As opportunities with education expanded, he questioned more and learned more. As a member of this generation, having more than one occupation at a time would not have been unusual to him.

Love/sex life: His sexuality was a wonderful combination of sensuality and basic laziness. He let himself be carried along by his pleasure-seeking instincts, greeting every new experience with fresh eagerness and then slowly draining from that encounter all the joy it has to offer. This passive, easy-going approach to sex not only made for good technique, it also conceals the egocentric strength and stubbornness that was at the core of his erotic nature. People don’t realize that beneath all that luxurious hedonism he was always the person in control. He was a conservative lover for whom appearances were always important. There may have been occasions when his sensuality lured him into indiscretions but he was quick to cover his tracks and hide the evidence. The quiet practicality of his sexual nature served as a handy antidote for his Martian braggadocio. He knew that he was the best there is but he was willing to sit back and let the world find out the good news on its own. In his youth Cooper was endorsed by several female “experts” of the time (such as Clara Bow, Marlene Dietrich and Tallulah Bankhead) as Hollywood’s sexiest man. His soft spoken and manly sex appeal projected just as well on the screen. After marrying at age 32, Cooper’s sex life became somewhat more sedate though he never lost his ability to attract women.

minor asteroids and points:

North Node: Scorpio

Lilith: Scorpio

Vertex: Libra

Fortune: Capricorn

East Point: Taurus

His North Node in Scorpio dictated that he needed to be careful not to let the more emotional side of his personality overwhelm him. Instead, he should have set out to consciously develop his more practical abilities. His Lilith in Scorpio ensured that he was dangerously attracted to those women who seduced and conquered on a daily basis; who liked life intense and was judged for her sexuality and general vibe and learned early on how to deflect moral judgments. His type of women may have been tried in the court of public opinion but no way were they going to show up for the sentencing. His Vertex in Libra, 6th house dictated that he llonged for a union of souls that was based on a model of pure peace and justice. Images come to mind of a mythical life on Venus, the planet of love, where there is never a discordant beat between lovers, but rather, continual harmony even if played in the minor chords. Physical lust was certainly a necessary aspect of two beings eternally intertwined, but the platonic component far outweighed it in importance for him. He had an attitude of duty, obligation and sacrifice when it came to heartfelt interactions. The negative side was the tendency to become hypochondriacal or martyristic to get the love he so desperately wanted. There was a need for others to appreciate the sincerity of his intentions, to the daily tasks he executed in a conscientious and caring way and for others to know that his actions, no matter how routine they may seem, were based on devoted love. His Part of Fortune in Capricorn and Part of Spirit in Cancer dictated that his destiny lay in creating practical and long-lasting achievements. Success came through hard work, determination, responsibility and perseverance. Fulfillment came from observing his progress through life and seeing it take a form and structure that will outlive him. His soul’s purpose guided him towards building security in his life, both emotional and material. He felt spiritual connections and the spark of the divine within his home and family. East Point in Taurus dictated that he was more likely to identify with the need for pleasure (including the potential of liking himself) and comfort.  

elemental dominance:

earth

fire

He was a practical, reliable man and could provide structure and protection. He was oriented toward practical experience and thought in terms of doing rather than thinking, feeling, or imagining. Could be materialistic, unimaginative, and resistant to change. But at his best, he provided the practical resources, analysis, and leadership to make dreams come true. He was dynamic and passionate, with strong leadership ability. He generated enormous warmth and vibrancy. He was exciting to be around, because he was genuinely enthusiastic and usually friendly. However, he could either be harnessed into helpful energy or flame up and cause destruction. Ultimately, he chose the latter. Confident and opinionated, he was fond of declarative statements such as “I will do this” or “It’s this way.” When out of control—usually because he was bored, or hadn’t been acknowledged—he was bossy, demanding, and even tyrannical. But at his best, his confidence and vision inspired others to conquer new territory in the world, in society, and in themselves.

modality dominance:

fixed

He liked the challenge of managing existing routines with ever more efficiency, rather than starting new enterprises or finding new ways of doing things. He likely had trouble delegating duties and had a very hard time seeing other points of view; he tried to implement the human need to create stability and order in the wake of change.

house dominants:

12th

9th

8th

He had great interest in the unconscious, and indulged in a lot of hidden and secret affairs. His life was defined by seclusion and escapism. He had a certain mysticism and hidden sensitivity, as well as an intense need for privacy. Traveling, whether physically across the globe, on a mental plane or expanding through study was a major theme in his life. He was not only concerned with learning facts, but also wanted to understand the connections formed between them and the philosophies and concepts they stood for. His conscience, as well as foreign travel, people and places was also of paramount importance in his life. He loved the totality of the human experience and embraced the whole cycle of human life, including birth, sex and death. His darker side, and the complexes and emotions that he preferred to keep hidden, even from himself was a theme throughout his life. His ability to undergo deep personal transformations and spiritual regeneration was also highlighted.

planet dominants:

Venus

Saturn

Sun

He was romantic, attractive and valued beauty, had an artistic instinct, and was sociable. He had an easy ability to create close personal relationships, for better or worse, and to form business partnerships. He believed in the fact that lessons in life were sometimes harsh, that structure and foundation was a great issue in his life, and he had to be taught through through experience what he needed in order to grow. He paid attention to limitations he had and had to learn the rules of the game in this physical reality. He tended to have a practical, prudent outlook. He also likely held rigid beliefs. He had vitality and creativity, as well as a strong ego and was authoritarian and powerful. He likely had strong leadership qualities, he definitely knew who he was, and he had tremendous will. He met challenges and believed in expanding his life.

sign dominants:

Taurus

Sagittarius

Capricorn

His stubbornness and determination kept his around for the long haul on any project or endeavour. He was incredibly patient, singular in his pursuit of goals, and determined to attain what he wanted. Although he lacked versatility, he compensated for it by enduring whatever he had to in order to get what he wanted. He enjoyed being surrounded by nice things. He liked fine art and music, and may have had considerable musical ability. He also had a talent for working with his hands—gardening, woodworking, and sculpting. He sought the truth, expressed it as he saw it—and didn’t care if anyone else agreed with him. He saw the large picture of any issue and couldn’t be bothered with the mundane details. He was always outspoken and likely couldn’t understand why other people weren’t as candid. After all, what was there to hide? He loved his freedom and chafed at any restrictions. He was a serious-minded person who often seemed aloof and tightly in control of his emotions and her personal domain. Even as a youngster, there was a mature air about him, as if he was born with a profound core that few outsiders ever see. He was easily impressed by outward signs of success, but was interested less in money than in the power that money represents. He was a true worker—industrious, efficient, and disciplined. His innate common sense gave her the ability to plan ahead and to work out practical ways of approaching goals. More often than not, he succeeded at whatever he set out to do. He possessed a quiet dignity that was unmistakable.

Read more about him under the cut.

Actor Gary Cooper was born on May 7, 1901, in Helena, Montana. Spanning from the silent film era to the early 1960s, Academy Award-winning actor Gary Cooper built much of his career by playing strong, manly, distinctly American roles. The son of English parents who had settled in Montana, he was educated in England for a time. He also studied at Grinnell College in Iowa before heading to Los Angeles to work as an illustrator. When he had a hard time finding a job, Cooper worked as a film extra and landed some small parts. After his appearance in

The Winning of Barbara Worth

(1926), a western, Cooper's career began to take off. He starred opposite silent movie star Clara Bow in Children of Divorce (1927). Cooper also earned praise as the ranch foreman in

The Virginian

(1929), one of his early films with sound. Throughout the 1930s, he turned in a number of strong performances in such films as A Farewell to Arms (1934) with Helen Hayes and Mr. Deeds Goes to Town (1936) directed by Frank Capra. Cooper received an Academy Award nomination for his work on the film. Cooper continued to excel on the big screen, tackling several real-life dramas. In Sergeant York (1941), the played a World War I hero and sharpshooter, which was based on the life story of Alvin York. Cooper earned a Best Actor Academy Award for his portrayal of York.

The next year, Cooper played one of baseball's greats, Lou Gehrig, in The Pride of the Yankees (1942). Again, he scored another Best Actor Academy Award nomination. Appearing in a film adaptation of Ernest Hemingway's For Whom the Bell Tolls,  Cooper starred opposite Ingrid Bergman in a drama set during the Spanish Civil War. This role garnered him a third Academy Award nomination. In 1952, Cooper took on what is known considered his signature role as Will Kane in High Noon. He appeared as a lawman who must face a deadly foe without any help from his own townspeople. The film won four Academy Awards, including a Best Actor win for Cooper. In addition to his excellent on-screen performances, Cooper became  known for his alleged romances with several of his leading ladies, including Clara Bow and Patricia Neal. The affair with Neal, his co-star in 1949's The Fountainhead, reportedly occurred during his  marriage to socialite Veronica Balfe with whom he had a daughter. Their marriage seemed to survive the scandal. By the late 1950s, Cooper's health was in decline. He made a few more films, such as Man of the West (1958), before dying of cancer on May 13, 1961. (x)

[onlyhenrys]

Masterlist

Updated: 06-10-2020

Feel free to send me prompts/requests. I write for Henry and his characters 

Click here for my Male Reader Masterlist 

Emotion Challenge: 

Playful  Sad   Anxious   Angry   Exhausted   Happy 

Henry Cavill

Iced Coffee: Masterlist 

Angst prompt 1 + 4 

Angst prompt 5 + 48 

Angst prompt 10 + 22 + 34

Fluff prompt 44 + 77 + 100 

Fluff prompt 3 

Angst prompt 7 - good ending 

Angst prompt 13 

Angst/Fluff prompt 14 

Angst prompt 22 

Angst prompt 23

Angst prompt 25 

Angst prompt 60 

Midnight Thoughts 

Late night snack 

Getting hurt

 Let's play a game 

Happy Birthday 

It’s just a rumor 

Mad Henry

Working with Henry

Marry me?

Pregnant again 

‘‘How is my wife more badass than me?’‘ 

Cold hands 

Kiss me 

Sick Henry 

One more chapter 

‘‘Keep talking, your voice helps me sleep’‘

Farewell Wanderlust 

Insecurities

I never meant to fall in love with you, I just did

Wing(dog) 

Time to shave 

It hurts 

Lonely

Sparks

My Everything

  Clark Kent

Sick Clark Kent

Angst prompt 4 + 5 

‘‘The bed is cold without you’‘ 

The bed is not so cold anymore 

Spilling Secrets (with @promptandpros) 

Starlight 

Regrets

Walter Marshall

What a Plot Twist you were: 1 | 2 | 

Angst prompt 3 + 16 + 32

Fluff prompt 19 + 20

Angst prompt 8 

Angst prompt 96 

Walter Marshall (1) (2) 

“Did you miss me?’’ 

Handcuffs 

‘‘Are we on a date right now?’‘ 

‘‘I hope you like it.’‘ 

head massage 

‘‘Carry me up to bed.’‘ 

‘’When I tell you I love you, I am not saying it out of habit, I am reminding you that you are my life.’’

‘’You don’t have to act like you’re okay’’ 

Charles Brandon

Fluff prompt 12 + 35

Fluff prompt 43 + 47

Against the wall kiss 

‘‘I miss your arms around me...”

The Selection (with Charles Brandon): 1  2  3  4  5  6  

Geralt of Rivia

She-Wolf: Masterlist 

Black Wings

Angst prompt 3 + 9 

‘‘I know I don’t let you see, but you mean the world to me.’‘ 

Hen Minne Neén Marw (Old Love Never Dies)

August Walker

Jungle red: Masterlist  *on hold*

Grumpy starter #12

‘‘They never apologized for making me a monster’‘ 

Let me take care of you 

Cheesecake 

Tough love 

‘‘Tell me you love me.’‘ 

“I’m not like other girls. That’s where you made your first mistake.”

Nightmares

‘‘Daddy loves you’‘

 ‘‘You deserve more.’‘ 

  Napoleon Solo

‘‘I dreamt about you last night.’‘ 

“Every cell in my body is telling me that you are my happily ever after.”

‘‘I could never leave you behind.’‘ 

When A Thief Gets Robbed 

Dancing Queen 

‘‘It’s a fever’‘ 

Captain Syverson 

The Choice: | 1 |  2 | 

‘‘It’s not heavy. I’m stronger than I look.’‘ 

Lost without you 

‘‘I brought you dinner.’‘ 

A Soldier’s Heart 

Ways to say ‘I love you’

Pool Day

[reddeadrevolutionn]

mayhaps i can get a matchup for rdr2 my dear?

i'm 5'4, plus size, brunette, asexual (which i'm very insecure about, as well as my body), and bi with a male lean. i tend to be very lone wolf - thank you social anxiety -, very touch starved (but also touch repulsed, it's really weird. like i crave being able to cuddle with my s/o but it would take me a bit to get used to it) i love to read and make random doodles on whatever paper i can get my hands on, i have trust issues, and i'm very reserved, it's to the point where you'll either have to get me drunk or pry the feelings for me to actually talk about my emotions

I'd pair you with Charles!

You say you're insecure about your body? Charles will do his utmost to make you comfortable in your own skin. He will shower you in praises and love.

He understands your apprehension to his touch, and he'll never force you to do anything. At first he starts with a hand on the small of your back, then will link your fingers, and then hands. Eventually, once you're comfortable, and if you want, he'll give you cuddles (and kisses if you ever wanted. Sorry I'm not sure if Ace people kiss xx)

Regarding your trust issues, he'll never pressure you into telling him anything, but he will try and get you to open up. Even just a bit. And he'll be very understanding and supportive.

[outlier-rookie]

Of Blood and Greatness - Chapter 2

Chapter 2/?? - Money Trouble

AO3 Link https://archiveofourown.org/works/26305741/chapters/64050937#workskin

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*repeatedly bonks head against wall*

I split the original chapter one into two parts to cut down the word count but it got even fucking longer

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A lone jackrabbit darted across the ground as four horses broke through the trees surrounding Horseshoe Overlook. The constant rhythm of their hooves mostly drowned out the natural ambiance of the world around them as the horses thundered down the worn dirt path. Despite having only just gotten back to camp, Arthur couldn’t find himself complaining about being back out on the open road again. With a click, he nudged Admiral on and spurred the horse to pull ahead of Charles and Javier until he was alongside the teen.

“So, where exactly are you leading us?” He asked as the kid lead their strange little group down a less-traveled path along the base of Horseshoe Overlook. As they started down the shallow incline of the land, Arthur could easily make out the shimmering waters of the Dakota River ahead of them.

“’s a place called Cattail Pond.” The teen responded. “It’s a nice little area. Good for fishing and the water’s fresh from up the mountain. Fortuna likes it a lot up there. Don’tcha girl?” They continued, giving their horse, apparently named Fortuna, a loving pat long her neck. Fortuna nickered in appreciation, lightly tossing her mane as they rode on.

“Can’t say I’ve heard of it,” Arthur admitted. “Sounds like a decent place.” (Y/N) made a noise of agreement and nodded along to his words.

“Sometimes, a couple of deer will show up to graze and get a drink!” Arthur nodded and turned to look away from the kid as a small smile graced his features at the excitement dancing in the kids' words as they spoke.

“Ya hear that Charles? If we’re lucky we might be able to bag some deer for Pearson since he’s always going on about not having enough meat.” Arthur called back.

“It’d certainly save me from going hunting tomorrow.” Came the other man’s reply. The conversation petered off from there, and Arthur was content to let the silence hang between them as the teen continued to lead them along the Dakota River.

Arthur found himself occasionally looking to the teen as they continued along the horse worn roads. Once again he found himself taking note of their ratty hat, too-big shirt, and tangled, dirt covered hair. Unconsciously, Arthur found himself thinking of things better left in the past. About Mary and her choice of a clean society life over him and his life of killing and thieving. As much as it had hurt him to his core all them years ago, he had long come to terms with the fact it was the right choice for her in the end. A life on the run as a killer's wife was no life he wanted for her and by god did she deserve better. And what if they’d had a kid? Would that kid have grown up to be like (Y/N)? Dressed in clothes slightly better than rags, listening to folks in town talking, hoping for a sliver of promising information? How soon before Dutch started insisting they run jobs like him and the others? Would he have had to bury his own kid after a shootout gone to hell?

What about Issac?

His boy.

His beautiful little boy who would forever be barely older than Jack was now.

Arthur was forcefully brought out of his self-pitying thought spiral when Admiral cried out, rearing up and unceremoniously throwing him from the saddle. A cry of warning that probably came from Javier rang in Arthur’s ears as he landed heavily on his back, the crash stealing the air from his lungs. His world spun something fierce and he was vaguely aware of the feeling of the earth rumble beneath him as he lay there trying to breathe. Groaning to himself and muttering a quiet, pained curse, Arthur gingerly sat up as Charles appeared at his side offering a welcome hand up.

“You alright there Arthur? I almost ran you over.” Javier asks as Boaz came to a halt.

“Yeah, I’m alright.” Arthur replied, grunting as Charles pulled him back to his feet. He back protested as he carefully flexed his muscles, trying to lessen the pain racing up and down his back.

“You alright mister?” Arthur looked up and caught the worried look (Y/N) was sending him and nodded with a grunt as he looked around, quickly finding Admiral ten or so feet away, ears flicking back and forth. Arthur could hear the stallion’s huffing even with the distance between them. Sighing, Arthur called out calmly to his agitated horse, gently drawing Admiral’s attention to him as he shushed and soothed the animal. Seeing his human approaching, Admiral dutifully strode over to Arthur and less than gently shoved his entire head against the man’s chest as soon as he was within range, snorting as Arthur ran a hand along his neck.

“Yeah. You’re ok boy.” Arthur said softly as he fished out a peppermint as a reward for calming down so quickly and returning without much fuss. “Now why’d you go a buck me off like that boy?”

“Did you not hear me when I said to look out for the snake?”

Arthur looked up again at (Y/N) spoke and felt a tiny bit of heat upon his cheeks.

“Ah. No, sorry. Was lost in my thoughts.”

“That’s not like you Arthur. Everything alright?” Charles’ deep voice was like a welcome balm on his bruised pride. Still, Arthur waved off the other man’s worry with a small smile.

“Well, we’re nearly there so mount up and let’s get going.” (Y/N) commanded, turning Fortuna back around to the direction they were headed.

“Pushy kid, aren’t ya?” Arthur commented as he swung himself back on to Admiral’s back.

“We still gotta ride all the way back to camp. And besides, Cattail Pond may be out of the way but it isn’t completely untravelled.”

“Alright, alright. Let’s get going then.”

The remainder of the ride was again spent mostly in silence, as Arthur winced with every jolt of Admiral’s gait. The trip from then on out was almost entirely uneventful, save for the poor fella they passed who was yelling every profanity under the sun as a lone wolf chased his horse. Taking pity on the poor man, (Y/N) drew their repeater and without commanding Fortuna to slow, fired a few warning shots at the wolf, who decided his fleeing target was no longer worth the effort and fled the way he’d come. The rider didn’t even look back.

Arthur was mildly impressed at how at ease the teen was when needing to shoot from the saddle and when he commented as much, they simply shrugged and replied “Like I said, I can shoot any gun and I don’t miss. Those bullets hit right where I wanted them to.”

It wasn’t too much longer before (Y/N) was leading the three outlaws up the slope of the mountain.

“We’re coming up on where I hid everything.” They called back. “There’s a little abandoned house near Cattail Pond. The whole thing doesn’t look like it’s been touched in years.”

“And you’re sure it’s secure?”

“I sure am Mister Arthur!” They said, turning back to look at him. “Only way in is a window with loose boards but it’s too small for adults. Especially you and Mister Smith.” They finished with a laugh. “There it is!”

Arthur turned his gaze from the cheerful teen and true to their word, a smallish boarded-up house sat perched upon a ledge.

“Uhh, shouldn’t there be a pond? It was in the name…” Javier asked in confusion.

“It’s a bit further up and just over the rest of this part of the mountain.” (Y/N) clarified. Fortuna came to a halt with a tug on her reins as (Y/N) dismounted, the three men following their lead. Arthur briefly checked his ammo out of habit, noticing from the corner of his eye that Javier and Charles had done the same before following the teen up the mountain path. Naturally, the house had seen better days. The door and windows were all boarded up and almost looked more secure than several prisons Arthur had found himself inside for one reason or another.

(Y/N) walked with a purpose to one of the windows that looked just as inaccessible as the door, yet without pausing they grabbed one of the board and gave it a few tugs.

“Charles, could you give them a hand?” Arthur asked.

“No no no! I got it!”

“You sure kid?”

“Yup!” They replied, punctuated with another tug. “It comes off! I promise! I just made sure it wouldn’t fall off on its own while I was gone.” Arthur nodded as the teen grunted again as they struggled with the board.

“Almost got it-!”

With a final groan, the board finally came loose and sent the teen stumbling back into Arthur. He caught the falling teen with ease and barely more than a soft ‘oof’ at the collision.

“Told ya it comes off.” (Y/N) grinned. Arthur rolled his eyes fondly as they (h/c) haired youth dropped the board to the ground and went back to grab the next. As suspicious as he was of them when he first heard their claims, he found the teen had grown on him in the very short time he’d known them. A little voice in the back of his head whispered that they could still be planning some sort of trap but he tampered it down. He could not for the life of him explain why, but whenever he looked at them a strange feeling welled up inside of him. It was warm and kind of tingly but it also made his chest tighten and made his lungs feel like they weren’t working properly. Again he was brought back to the haunting blue pools of their eyes.

Arthur continued to watch silently as (Y/N) removed two more planks of wood until there was enough of a gap for them to fit through. Slinging their repeater off their back and placing it against the house, (Y/N) pulled themselves through the newly opened window. Javier and Charles silently fanned out to scan the surrounding area while Arthur watched (Y/N) through the window as they walked over to the fireplace and reached up the chimney, pulling a satchel from its hiding place. Next, they walked to a nightstand and pushed it away from the wall, revealing a hole with an old saddlebag sitting inside. Arthur let out an amused chuckle at the sight. The kid was pretty smart to have split up the money inside the hiding place.

“Grab this for me, will ya?” (Y/N) said from the window, holding a lockbox out to him. Stepping back and lifting the lid, Arthur felt himself grinning upon seeing the neat wads of cash lining the interior of the box. He looked up as the kids dropped two old saddlebags and the satchel out the window, all bulging at the seams with money, and onto the ground before once again crawling through the window.

“Good work kid.” Arthur smiled. The grin the kid gave him reminded Arthur of a cat that had gotten the cream or eaten an entire salmon on its own. “How much would you say is in those bags?” He asked Javier and Charles. “I think there’s around five thousand in this little thing.”

“Close to ten in the satchel, I think.” Came Charles’ reply. Javier let out a long whistle.

“At least thirty between the saddlebags. Certainly heavy enough to be that much.” Arthur nodded happily.

“’S good. Real good. Alright, let's load all this up then.” The packing away of the newly retrieved money was a quick affair and it wasn’t too long before Admiral, Boaz, and Tiama all had their saddle bags stuffed as full as possible. Still, there was some that still needed putting away. Arthur put most of it into his own satchel but decided on a whim to hand the kid the old satchel with a few thousand in it. “We’re trusting you not to betray us now kid.”

“Course not!” they replied with a scoff. “Like I’d damage the goodwill I’ve worked up with you now!”

“Right then. Well, where to next?” He asked as he prepared to mount Admiral. “We’ve gotten a good amount of our money back, is the rest nearby?”

“The rest?”

“Yeah, the rest. We got nearly fifty thousand right now but we’re still a long ways off from the total.”

The silence that followed was near deafening before the kids' quiet voice spoke up.

“B-but. This is everything!”

Arthur’s gaze shot over to the kid, their eyes wide as all hell as they repeatedly opened their mouth to speak only for the words to get stuck in their throat.

“You said you had all our money!” Javier interrupted angrily as he stepped closer to the scared teen.

“I did! I, well, I thought I did!”

“What do you mean you thought?” Arthur asked, his voice soft, despite the mild sting at the idea the kid had lied to them.

“I mean when I went to grab the money, this is all that was hidden there! I didn’t know there was more than this!” Arthur bit out a curse and ran a hand over his beard, thinking about what he should do next. The kid seemed genuinely upset at the revelation that they hadn’t actually gotten all of the gang’s money.

“You gotta believe me Mister!” They begged. Tears were starting to gather in their eyes and the sight made Arthur’s heart clench. “I-I swear! I thought I had gotten it all! I- I didn’t know! I-“

“’S Alright kid, I believe ya.” Arthur sighed, walking over and giving what he hoped was a reassuring pat on the kids shoulder. “Let’s just get back to camp so we can figure things out from there.” With a gentle push belying his anger, Arthur guided the distressed teen back to their horse, quietly telling them to mount up before swinging himself back onto Admiral’s saddle.

The ride back to camp felt slower. The horses all seemed to pick up on the less than cheerful moods of their riders and showed no desire to speed things along. Arthur was about to reassure (Y/N) that everything would be fine when the loud crack of a gun startled the horses and sent Arthur into fight or flight mode.

“Thems Dutch’s boys! Get em’!” A nasally Irish accented voice called out and Arthur heard Javier say, what was probably a curse, in Spanish. Arthur frantically looked around for somewhere to take cover but they were as good as sitting ducks. Yelling out a one-word order, he spurred Admiral into action, drawing his revolver as the stallion raced across the trail.

“Ride!”

The O’Driscolls whooped and hollered as they gave chase, firing wildly at the retreating men and teen as they made their mad dash over Cumberland Falls. One shot hit too close to Boaz and the horse reared, nearly bucking Javier from the saddle. As Admiral was practically running up Boaz’s behind, Arthur had no time to react and the two collided with such force, Arthur once again found himself flying from his saddle. With no time to catch his breath, Arthur sprang back up, running to the bank where several large rocks sat and slid down behind one. Taking a second to compose himself and draw his gun, Arthur peeked out from behind the rock and the world seemed to slow as Arthur picked his targets and lined up his revolver with the men trying to kill him. He breathed out slowly and squeezed the trigger and nailing one of the O’Driscolls right between the eyes. Sweeping his gun and gaze across the horizon, Arthur sent three more bullets flying towards his enemies with each hitting their mark in the other fella's chest.

A burning pain slashed across his upper arm of his off-hand and sent him ducking back behind cover, allowing him enough of a reprise to give his arm a once over. A tear in his shirt sleeve showed that he was little more than grazed by the bullet. Swallowing the pain dancing up his arm, he poked up from behind his measly cover again and prepared to return fire only for the O’Driscoll he was aiming for to go down with a spray of red mist as a bullet tore through his skull.

Chancing a look in the direction of the shot, Arthur was surprised to see (Y/N) behind another rock glaring down the barrel of their repeater, nailing O’Driscoll after O’Driscoll. The dumb Irish bastards, not expecting a majority of their forces to be taken out by a teenager, stagged and balked giving Charles and Javier, who had recovered from Arthur and Admiral crashing into him and Boaz, plenty of time to take down the rest of them.

When the last O’Driscoll fell, only the sound of the waterfall echoed around them as Arthur breathed out a sigh of relief.

“You alright there Arthur?” Charles’ deep soothing voice called out.

“I’ll live, just a graze. Stings more than anything.” He sighed, feeling the sudden tension and adrenaline fade from his body. Tiredly, he whistled for Admiral and quietly patted his neck. “You’re alright boy.” He muttered quietly before turning back to the others. “Any other injuries?”

“None here.” Javier replied, Charles nodding silently beside him. Arthur nodded and turned to ask (Y/N) the same only to see them staring at one of the dead O’Driscolls.

“Y’alright kid?”

“Hmm?” (Y/N)’s eyes stayed fixated on the dead body, a thin ribbon of pinkish-red water trailing from the hole in the man’s head.

“Come on.” Arthur said gently, guiding them towards Fortuna who perked up at her approaching rider and quickly attempted to eat some of the kids hair drawing a laugh from the quietly distressed youth. Arthur left (Y/N) to gather themselves as Javier silently signaled him over.

“We got a problem.”

“Besides the O’Driscolls?” Arthur said, gesturing to the dead bodies in the river.

“I can’t find the saddlebag you gave me.”

“What?”

“I think it might have fallen off when Admiral ran into Boaz.” The Mexican gunslinger continued. “If I had to guess, it went over the waterfall.”

“Shit.” Arthur spun around and walked up to Admiral, seeing that he too had lost the saddlebag filled with some of the money. “We can’t stay to look. Someone likely heard the shooting and I’d rather not be around if some lawmen show up.”

“What are we going to tell Dutch?” Charles asked, calm as ever, as Arthur swung himself back onto the saddle. “We already had less than believed and now we have lost even more of it.”

“Leave Dutch to me. Let’s just get goin’.”

Within a matter of minutes, the four of them were back on their way to camp, the air quiet like before but with a completely different feeling in the air. Gone was the jovial hope and promise of a fat stack of money awaiting them. Instead, a quiet disappointment and unease hung around them; especially from (Y/N). Silently, Arthur waved Charles and Javier ahead and slowed Admiral down till he was side by side with Fortuna. (Y/N) didn’t respond to Arthur’s presence, quietly fiddling with a few strands of Fortuna’s mane, their hands barely holding the reins. Arthur took a moment to note that Fortuna made no attempt to throw her head or wander elsewhere as her rider neglected to guide her.

“Hey.” He spoke up quietly. “Y’all right?”

(Y/N) shrugged one shoulder, not looking up from their fiddling, but stayed silent. Their ratty hat was pulled low over their face obscuring their eyes but Arthur got the feeling that the kid was doing their best to not cry in front of him.

“Hey.” He said to them, voice still far gentler than he’d heard himself sound in a long time. “Look at me.”

(Y/N) peaked out from under the brim of their hat and just like Arthur suspected, their eyes were wet with unshed tears.

“It’s goin’ to be alright. Dutch’ll understand.” The kid didn’t react and Arthur got the distinct impression they didn’t believe him. Were Arthur a different man he might have been bothered by the fact the kid had little to no hope of things being alright. The world was a dangerous place, especially for kids all on their own. He knew it, John knew it, and countless others too. Still, something he couldn’t put into words made him want to reassure the kid and make them believe in those words again.

God, he was acting like a damn a sentimental fool.

“Shit happens in life kid. But you know what? You still got us a good amount of money.” When the kid replied, Arthur had to strain his ears to hear their mumbled reply.

“I lied though.” They sniffled. “I said I got all your money but I didn’t! And then, most of it fell off the damn waterfall. All because of those damn Malakas!” The last word didn’t sound like English and had a weird foreign quality to it and Arthur made a mental note to ask the kid about it later because it definitely wasn’t a polite word. Realising he was starting to tune out (Y/N), Arthur snapped his thoughts back to them just in time to hear them complain more about the O’Driscolls.

“What happened with those O’Driscoll bastards weren’t your fault kid. Dutch won’t hold it against you. And besides, you helped us take care of em. You’ve definitely proven yourself as a capable person, despite your youth. I’m sure Dutch will be more than happy to have you with us.” The last sentence slipped out of his mouth before he could think better of it but the way the kids eyes shined with hope stopped Arthur from physically kicking himself for practically promising such a thing.

“You really think so Mister?”

“Course!” He continued with a hearty laugh. “You weren’t kidding when you said you didn’t miss. Nailed all three of those O’Driscolls right between their eyes! Poor bastards didn’t know what hit em’.”

The kid made half chuckle noise of agreement but frowned.

“Wish I didn’t have to prove my sharpshooting like that. I was thinking more about hunting for food. Not, killin’.”

Before Arthur could stick his foot in his mouth again by saying something stupid again, Bill’s gruff voice called out from the forest making Arthur realise that they were back at camp.

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[zumpietoo]

Riverdale won't return until July, but writer Evan Kyle knows just what to tease to keep us hanging on during this cruel hiatus. During The Dipp's Riverdale Clubhouse on April 1, Kyle teased that a huge, life-changing hostage situation in the back half of Riverdale Season 5. And, um, it's pretty major to say the least.

In our exclusive chat, which also featured @nocontextrvd's Macy Jones, Kyle revealed that Veronica and Archie's budding reunion will be hit with yet another roadblock when Riverdale returns, and this one's going to be a lot more dangerous than Chad's financial blackmail. Of course, this isn't going to be the first problem the two have endured. Their entire relationship has been complicated — whether it be communication issues, Hiram issues, bear issues, Barchie issues, Hiram issues again, these two know roadblocks.

But the return of the show may bring forth the most difficult obstacle yet in their relationship. The last we saw, Veronica and Archie were going to give it another go. Veronica was getting out of her marriage with Chad and Archie was essentially running the entire town of Riverdale. They're a power couple, and no one can stand in their way. Unless you're Chad, who lied about signing the divorce papers after luring Ronnie back to New York City and admitting that he got both himself and Veronica into a very sticky investment scheme that could bring them both down if they go through with the split.

So where does that leave us? Well, Veronica is staying in New York for a "few days" to deal with this new development, as we saw in the midseason finale. But that may be the least of her worries. When asked about what fans can expect when the show returns in July, Kyle said, "There's a hostage situation that is going to affect Varchie... It's going to affect all our characters." To paraphrase Jones, we're "freaking out a little bit."

Riverdale has done hostage situations before — in the midseason finale, Betty, Alice, and the twins were held hostage in their home by Charles and Chic. But something about this tease seems different. Those hostage situations have been relatively low-stakes, with minimal ramifications on the larger storyline. But Kyle promised that this would "affect all our characters," suggesting that this will be a potentially series-altering moment.

Obviously, my first question upon hearing that there will be a hostage situation is who is the hostage taker? Given that Varchie appears to be the main target/the most affected by this event, my money's on Chad, Veronica's Wolf of Wall Street wannabe husband. Not only is he a liar who is blackmailing Veronica into staying in their marriage, he's also got some major anger issues and probably tried to kill Veronica in a murder-suicide helicopter crash. The odds of him losing it this season and doing something drastic, like holding someone hostage, are extremely high.

The other main suspect is Riverdale's forever Big Bad, Hiram Lodge. However, Kyle also promised that this hostage situation would "definitely affect Hiram's plan going forward," which is why I suspect Hiram won't be behind it. Why would the hostage situation affect his plans if he's the one planning it in the first place? And let's just say Veronica is the one held hostage, could Hiram possibly find his heart and help save his daughter?

Teasing the rest of the season, Kyle also told The Dipp's Clubhouse listeners, "Finding Jughead will not be easy," and said that Season 5 will introduce "a lot of mystery behind our own characters, not only the Lonely Highway Killer." I smell the return of TBK, and maybe even the reveal of the Bughead voicemail that's been torturing us all season long.

Umm.....it is not remotely "major", last ep had TWO/arguably 3 hostage situations and I'm not remotely sure why I'm meant to GAF if Hymen loses $$$ or Vermin is "in peril".

TBF, my guess is Hymen gives up Plaiderdale (or something) and Chaddiekins controls shit for an ep or two----or at least that's the only way it "affects everybody". And, again, ummm....holding somebody hostage to extort somebody else is very much a crime. And your fruits from such a crime would be null and void, because "coercion"---tho given Plaiderdale's "twists", Daddykins colluded with Chaddiekins, cuz he does (understandably, TBF) hate Douchie....

Speaking of, naturally VD shippers (who are Vermin fans first, supposedly) were thrilled by Barfie Evan....you know, a LIAR, who routinely teases shit that not only "doesn't happen that way", frequently doesn't, period....

Buuuutt....they're all excited cause VD 4EVAH!!! We always win!! Woo Hoo!!! They always are together!!!

Except, they aren't....he fucked her "best friend" in seekrit and she just cheated on him (which I do get her)...and, he was a complete dick just cause she has to stay there for a few more days.

Sooo....if you're a Vermin stan, why TF do you want her with that asshole? I don't even LIKE Vermin, but I think she still deserves better than that.

In fact, even with Barfies, where you ship it cause Betty is a reward for Douchie (being a jackass, apparently merits nice presents) and he's your fave, I remain, endlessly.....WHY????

Dude is a fugly asshole, endlessly fucking over everybody he sees. We're told he's amazing, but it doesn't change that he's actually a colossal dick (tho he, apparently, has a tiny one)....

So, honestly, open invitation....why do you love him?

And, while you're at it....why do you love current Betty? Cause she's a gross cuntwipe.

Oh and to the article, again....nobody GAF about the fucking VM, you twat.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Slashers x Reader(Mostly Chucky and Michael) || Oneshot

Title: Sometimes Its Best Not To Decide //or// She Will Always Unlock The Door

Notes: 

Chucky is in human form here. 

This is a strange ass AU where all the Slashers live in the same time(Including billy and Stu) that caters to my needs to write this shot. 

Plot: 

You want a normal life, but you will always let the dark in. Even if you don't want it. 

Warnings: Swearing, mention of blood? mention of Sawyers?

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It’s been months since I last saw them, so I figured I was okay. I could do this; I could take that last step into a normal life. My final, best chapter.

So, I took the plunge, the risk. I said yes to a nice boy, with glasses who wears a tie at the coffee shop and paid for my drink for me in the morning, and we went out earlier this evening. Everything went great, it was like a fairytale, compared to how the rest of my life has been.

When we nearly kissed is when things went downhill.

As soon as his nose brushed on mine, feather light and not heated at all - nice, -, that’s when the loud, barking knocks on my front door started. 

And I knew immediately who it had to be of course, but I still hoped it was just a really, really enthusiastic salesperson.

At 11 at night.

Of course, I was right initially, and the minute I opened that door all hell broke loose. Michael’s brought in from the rain, getting puddles of blood and water all over my damn floor and Chucky drops him on my perfect cream coloured couch. “What the hell happened to him??” I’m asking, hyper aware that he’s injured but Danial is still standing right there by the kitchen doorway, adorably confused. I round on Chucky, who doesn’t seem as concerned as he should be, seeing the situation. “What do you want??”

“Well, I tried to put him down when I found him but then he threw a fucking handful of mud in my face,” He wipes some of what’s left of the mud, off his face. “And kept trying to come here so I came along.”

“Why??” I wouldn’t have stopped the rude lilt to my tone just then if I could have. He just looks amused, at my anguish though and turns back to the bleeding murderer on my couch, which is turning red. I glance at Danial, fearing his reaction, then turn back pleadingly to Chucky. As if him and Michael leaving now will make things easier at all for my poor, now self-destructing ‘normal life’. “Can’t you just leave? Michael will be fine- Michael you’ll be fine. You always are. Take off the mask and go to Hospital- Chucky. I’m on a date.” I clasp my hands together and try to ignore the pinging guilt in my gut for trying to get rid of them, when I know Michaels in pain. But I told them, I can’t be a part of this anymore! I don’t want it; I don’t want his life!

“Aww, doll, you’re gonna abandon him in a time of need? Here I thought you were the good one.”

“Fuck you!” I am the good one, which is why I don’t want anything to do with this. First it’s Michael and Chucky, then I start getting dreams again, and Jason thinks its okay to come over when he’s lonely, I’ll get phone calls from Billy, and then I’ll have the whole fucking Sawyer clan in my home. As much as it hurts, and has downsides like leaving my friends, I cannot be connected to this anymore. I can’t say it enough! I want a normal life! And they know that! “Get out, get out of my house. And make sure to tell Drayton on your travels that this is not a stowaway home and to stop sending me letters with money, I don’t care how much he can pay me.” I put a hand on Chucky’s back and attempt to push him out of the house. I nearly succeed because he’s letting me by some miracle until he turns out of my clutches and back into the living room. Damnit!

I watch, hopelessly as he plops himself down in an armchair. And turns… to… Danial. “So, you’re the new toy?”

“U-Um, sorry? I-s that Michael Myers? Are you- “

“Charles Lee Ray, nice to meet you. Y/N tell you we’re old buddies?” A devious smirk reaches his lips, and he really is a concerning picture right then. With wild hair and a muddy coat. Oh crap, he’s getting mud on my armchair.  “No, I guess she wouldn’t. Too much of a priss to be connected to me.” A second passes and Chucky raises his eyebrows like he just remembered something. “Oh! Have you heard of Fredrick Krueger? He was on the news some years back, she’s pals with him to-“To stop him from talking, I grab a pillow and viciously hit him in the face with it.

Then I kneel down and put it under Michaels head, carefully. I guess there’s no getting rid of them now, the damage is done.

Danial looks to me, looking horrified myself even compared to his pale face. Quickly, I go towards him and try to explain. “I knew him as a kid, I don’t hurt people Danial- “What else can I say? Its best to be straight to the point and focused then to jabber on. I’ve done this all before.

Slowly, he nods. As if he understands. But he doesn’t look at my face, just the floor and occasionally he glances at either Michael or Chucky. “I think I need to go home, Y/N. I, I’m sorry.”

“No, I am.” I sigh, with a severely heavy heart as he walks past me knelt on the floor by the infamous Michael Myers, and leaves. As soon as the door shuts and the sound of rain is muffled, I turn furiously to Chucky. “You should be sorry, too.”

He levels with me, eyes going dark and smirk twisting into a dangerous grimace. “Look, Y/N, you let us in- “

“You pushed your way in! -“

“Irrelevant. You knew who would be at the door, more or less. You knew it would be one of us at least. You can try to pretend to be Plain Jane all you like, but when the wolf comes knocking on your door, you will always open it for him. Your soul is slate grey, get the fuck over it.”

I can’t agree with that because that life, is not what I want. But I can’t disagree either because the simple fact that Michaels hair between my fingers, as I comfort him mask-less makes me feel warm inside. Comfortable, in the right place.

While I get up and grab the medical kit, Chucky pulls out a cigarette and a lighter and lights up, and Michael shifts on the couch tiredly. “I didn’t come up with the Plain Jane thing, by the way. That was Ghostface boy.”

“So, this has been a topic of conversation??” I ask, sternly, half a decibel from vicious really. He chuckles, and nods, causing me to sigh heavily and start looking for Michael’s wound. Really, it could be anywhere. His outfits ripped up in places and there’s blood everywhere. Probably not all his, but it’s still very confusing.

He blows tobacco smoke into my living room. “Hehe, yep.” I find the wound and clear the area, to start cleaning it. Its on Michaels side, as if someone took a machete Jason style and wacked him right in the side with it. Not too deep, though. He’s just lost a lot of blood. I get a roll of toilet paper and get to work cleaning the area. It smells terrible. I don’t think people talk about the smell, enough. It really is rank. At least for me. So metallic, and totally unbreathable.

Quietly, I excuse my actions to them both. “I just don’t think, that because I love you,” And, by that, I mean all of them. Someone had to in this life and I guess that’s me, despite everything they’ve done. That’s what I tell myself. “That I should be taken away from my life, because of it.”

“But, there’s a part of you that loves it. The chaos and danger. Every good girl does, and yours grows every time one of us contacts you.”

“How dare you be so deep.” I half joke, carefully cleaning closer to the gash so Michael won’t move. When I’m done with that, I throw the tissues indifferently to the floor, where Chucky already tread mud. Its not like it can get any worse. Not wanting to talk about this anymore, I start sewing up Michael, feigning the fact that I need to concentrate. I know Chucky knows that, at this point, I don’t need to concentrate when doing this -I’ve stitched him and the rest up enough times to do it with my eyes closed,- but he grants me a few minutes of silence, thank goodness.

When I finish, I wipe the area quickly, but carefully to get every possibly infected spot with a medical wipe and get up. “Michael, you should be okay in the morning. I mean, I would recommend to anyone but you that you should rest for a few more days, but I know you wont. So, I’m just putting that idea out there at this point.” Wiping blood off my hands and onto my jeans -date jeans!!- I turn tiredly to Chucky who’s just quietly chain smoking away on the chair. “Are you gonna stay tonight? Cuz if you are, you’re taking a shower. You already owe me 15 bucks to get the mud out of that chair.”

“A gracious offer, but I got a hiding place for tonight.” He aims a dirty smirk at me then, hinting at something about his new hiding place that I really don’t want to think too hard about, and then pushes off the chair. He walks on by me, but before he can pass, he stops and turns to me one last time. “Think about what I said, Y/N. You’re lucky you get to live both worlds- even with us crashing into this one too often. If it were up to just Michael or Jason, or even Freddy, and definitely those crazy hick Sawyers, you wouldn’t see normal life again. You’d be kept in a basement, or a coma. Be happy with what you have, because we love you too. But not enough to respect your freedom if you go too far.” He looks down at me carefully through his hair. “Got it?”

Same old threats… “Yeah, I got it.” … But they’re getting closer to being real, I know that. Not all the love and care in the world could change their inability to handle loss without a fight. And if it came to a fight, I would most definitely lose.

A few minutes after he leaves, I check on Michael again and find he’s sleeping peacefully on the couch. If I was honest with myself, I like him there. I like having him around- I like having them all around. A musty old forest zombie isn’t so scary when you come to feel safe with him around, and nightmares aren’t so bad when they include mostly bad puns and dad jokes. Just like a crazy, possibly incestuous, definitely cannibalistic and slightly off the hanger family isn’t unbearable when they leave aside a plate of veggies just for you because they know you won’t eat human.

I love them, and I want them around. And if I was honest with Chucky, I would agree that I couldn’t survive without the splash of danger and extraordinary in my life. But I won’t, because if I do then I’m locked in, but then again if I say it isn’t true then I’m lying to myself. And he might leave and take the rest with him. So, sometimes it’s best not to decide.

Finally, I turn off the light and whisper goodnight to Michael and go to bed.

[youngcreature28]

My favourite ships:

Marvel

Other

Tony Stark with happiness

Loki and Mobius

Venom and Eddie

Sam and Bucky

MxM

Charles and Erik

Ot3

Tony, Bucky and Steve

Teen Wolf

MxM

Derek and Stiles

One direction

MxM

Harry and Louis

Young royals

Simon and Whilem

Hannibal

MxM

Will and Hannibal

Schitts creek

MxM

David and Patrick

Doctor who

MxM

Jack and Ianto

Charlie and Matteusz

FxM

Rose and the 9th doctor

Rose and the 10th doctor

Rose and the 11th doctor

Rose and the 12th doctor

FxF

Rose and the 13th doctor

Jenny and Vastra

The untamed

MxM

Wei ying and Lan Zhan

My hero academia

MxM

Aizawa and Hizashi

Midoriya and Bakugou

FxF

Momo and Jiro

Uraraka and Tsuyu

911 and 911 lone star

MxM

Buck and Eddie

Carlos and Tk

Arrested Development

MxM

Gob and Tony

Psych

MxM

Shawn and Carlton

It

MxM

Richie and Eddie

Stranger things

MXM

Will and Mike

FxM

Hopper and Joyce

Ot3

Steve, Jonathan and Nancy

FxF

Eleven and Max

Nancy and Robin

Steve and Eddie

Brooklyn Nine Nine

MxM

Raymond and Kevin

FxM

Jake and Amy

FxF

Rosa and Gina

Roswell New Mexico

MxM

Michael and Alex

Merlin

MxM

Merlin and Arthur

FxF

Gwen and Morgana

Sherlock

MxM

Sherlock and John

Good Omens

MxM

Crowley and Aziraphale

Detroit evolution

MxM

RK900 and Gavin

Shadowhunters

MxM

Alec and Magnus

Castle

MxM

Ryan and Esposito

FxM

Beckett and Castle

Leverage

Ot3

Eliot, Hardison and Parker

Supernatural

MxM

Dean and Castiel

Miraculous ladybug

MxM

Marc and Nathaniel

FxM

Marinette and Adrien

Marinette and Chat Noir

Chat Noir and Ladybug

Ladybug and Chat Noir

FxF

Juleka and Rose

Harry Potter

MxM

James and Regulus

Harry and Draco

Sirius and Remus

Supergirl

FxF

Kara and Lena

Lucifer

MxM

Lucifer and Dan

FxM

Chloe and Lucifer

Ot3

Lucifer, Chole and Dan

The Umbrella Academy

MxM

Klaus and Dave

FxF

Vanya and Sissy

Love Simon

MxM

Simon and Bram

Anne with an e

FxM

Anne and Gilbert

Skam Universes

MxM

Isak and Evan

Robbe and Sander

Lucas and Eliott

Lucas and Kes

Niccoló and Martino

FxF

Cris and Joana

James Bond

MxM

Q and James

How I met your mother

FxM

Ted and Tracy

Barney and Robin

Yuuri on ice

MxM

Yuuri and Viktor

Once upon a time

FxM

Snow and Charming

Emma and Killian

The Raven King

MxM

Adam and Ronan

Andi Mack

MxM

Cyrus and TJ

FxF

Andi and Amber

The Witcher

MxM

Jaskier and Geralt

Smallville

FxM

Clark and Lois

Green Arrow

FxM

Felicity and Oliver

One tree hill

FxM

Nathan and Haley

That 70’s show

FxM

Jackie and Hyde

Community

MxM

Abed and Troy

FxM

Annie and Jeff

Adventure time

MxM

Prince Bubblegum and Marshall Lee

FXF

Princess Bubblegum and Marceline

The Ledgend of Korra

FxF

Korra and Asami

Voltron

MxM

Keith and Lance

Shiro and Adam

Other small ships or ships I don’t post about anymore

Alex and Henry

Even and Connor

Nini and Ricky

Carlos and Seb

Neil and Andrew

Rick and Evelyn

Veronica and Logan

Michael and Jeremy

Gomez and Morticia

Sara and Ava

Nico and Levi

Sam and Frodo

Chad and Ryan

Will and Nico

Agron and Nasir

Sophie and Howl

Justin and Brian

Junior and Blas

Riley and Lucas

Austin and Ally

Elizabeth and Mr Darcy

Finn and Poe

[rottenappleheart]

My current bookshelves, more or less in the actual order they appear! Deets below the cut. ( I really want to know what people believe about me based on what’s on these shelves...)

Top Left:

Richard Adams: Watership Down

Katherine Addison: The Goblin Emperor x2 (1 copy is signed)

Elizabeth Alder: The King’s Shadow

Svetlana Alexievich: The Unwomanly Face Of War

Hans Christian Andersen: Fairy Tales

Laurie Halse Anderson: Speak

K.A. Applegate: Animorphs: The Hork-Bajir Chronicles, Animorphs: The Andalite Chronicles

Kang Chol-hwan: The Aquariums Of Pyongyang

Margaret Atwood: Cat’s Eye

Lundy Bancroft: Why Does He Do That? Inside The Minds Of Angry And Controlling Men

Brooke Barker: Sad Animal Facts

J.M. Barrie: Peter Pan (illustrated by Trina Schart Hyman)

Peter S. Beagle: Giant Bones, The Last Unicorn x2 (1 copy illustrated by Peter B. Gillis)

Robert Jackson Bennet: City Of Stairs, City Of Blades, City Of Miracles

Allan Bérubé : Coming Out Under Fire: The History Of Gay Men And Women In World War II

Carol Birch: Jamrach’s Menagerie

Isabella Bird: A Lady’s Life In The Rocky Mountains

Pierre Boulle: The Bridge Over The River Kwai

Ray Bradbury: The Martian Chronicles

Paul Brickhill: The Great Escape

Bonus: my grandpa’s mug from the FBI, a picture book of sloth wisdom

Second Left:

Gillian Bradshaw: The Beacon At Alexandria, The Wolf Hunt

Assorted Brontës: The Tenant Of Wildfell Hall, Agnes Grey, Villette, Jane Eyre, Wuthering Heights, Shirley, The Professor

Lily Brooks-Dalton: Good Morning, Midnight

Allie Brosch: Hyperbole And A Half

Carol Rifka Brunt: Tell The Wolves I’m Home

Bill Buford: Heat

Lois McMaster Bujold: The Curse Of Chalion, Cordelia’s Honor

Joseph Campbell: The Hero With A Thousand Faces

Novella Carpenter: Farm City

Susanna Clarke: Jonathan Strange And Mr. Norrell

Susann Cokal: Breath And Bones

C.J. Cherryh: Rider At The Gate, Cloud’s Rider, Rusalka, Chernovog

Bonus: two Willow Tree figures and my ABRA-CA-FUCK-YOU cross-stitch 

Third Left:

C.J. Cherryh: Alternate Realities, Foreigner, Invader, Inheritor, Precursor, Defender, Explorer

Henry Chancellor: Colditz: The Definitive Story

Evan Dahm: Rice Boy

Ellen Datlow & Terri Windling: The Year’s Best Fantasy And Horror (#16)

Tiffany DeBartolo: How To Kill A Rock Star

Gavin DeBecker: The Gift Of Fear

Tom DeHaven: Sunburn Lake

Charles DeLint: Dreams Underfoot

Seth Dickinson: The Traitor Baru Cormorant

Carole Nelson Douglas: Exiles Of The Rynth

Arthur Conan Doyle: The Lost World

Brendan Duffy: House Of Echoes

William Faulkner: The Sound And The Fury, Flags In The Dust, Selected Short Stories

Elizabeth Warnock Fernea: Guests Of The Sheik

M.K. Fisher: How To Cook A Wolf

Fannie Flagg: Fried Green Tomatoes At  The Whistle Stop Cafe

Fourth Left:

James Gurney: Dinotopia

Gillian Flynn: Sharp Objects

Anker Frankoni: Mexican Eskimo

Charles Frazier: Cold Mountain

Nancy Garden: Annie On My Mind

Maeve Gilmore: A World Away

William Goldman: The Princess Bride

Nicola Griffith: Ammonite

Marie Haskell: The Princess Curse

Frank Herbert: Dune

Victor Hugo: Les Miserables

Shirley Jackson: We Have Always Lived In The Castle

Mira Jacob: The Sleepwalker’s Guide To Dancing

Paulette Jiles: Enemy Woman

Susan Kay: Phantom

Brian Jacques: Martin The Warrior, Mossflower, The Outcast Of Redwall, Mariel Of Redwall, Pearls Of Lutra, Salamandastron

Stephen King: Duma Key, Rose Madder, Hearts In Atlantis

Bottom Left:

Stephen King: The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon, The Gunslinger x2, The Drawing Of  The Three, The Waste Lands, Wizard And Glass, Wolves Of The Calla, Song Of Susannah, The Dark Tower, Lisey’s Story

Andrew Lang: The Green-, Olive-, Yellow-, Orange-, Red-, Pink-, and Grey Fairy Books

Rudyard Kipling: The Jungle Books

Jon Krakauer: Into Thin Air

Ursula K. LeGuin: The Left Hand Of Darkness

Madeline L’Engle: A Wind In The Door, A Swiftly Tilting Planet

Gail Carson Levine: Ella Enchanted

C.S. Lewis: Til We Have Faces, Out Of The Silent Planet

Lois Lowry: The Giver

James W. Loewen: Lies My Teacher Told Me: Everything Your American History Textbook Got Wrong

George MacDonald: The Light Princess & Other Stories, The Princess And The Goblin, At The Back Of The North Wind

Helen MacDonald: H Is For Hawk

Top Right:

Marie Manilla: The Patron Saint Of Ugly

Yann Martel: Life Of Pi

Gavin Maxwell: Ring Of Bright Water

Bernadette McCaughrean: Peter Pan In Scarlet

Patricia McKillip: The Forgotten Beasts Of Eld

Robin McKinley: The Hero And The Crown, The Blue Sword, Spindle’s End, Rose Daughter

Water M. Miller Jr.: A Canticle For Leibowitz

Herman Melville: Moby Dick x2 (1 copy is abridged and illustrated for children)

China Miéville: The Scar

Rand Miller: Myst: The Book Of Ti’Ana, Myst: The Book Of Atrus, Myst: The Book Of D’Ni

Hayao Miyazaki: Nausicaa Of The Valley Of The Wind, The Art Of Nausicaa, The Art Of Castle In The Sky

Elizabeth Moon: Remnant Population

Lady Murasaki: The Tale Of Genji

Audrey Nieffenegger: The Time-Traveler’s Wife

Bonus: “but you are not weak” embroidery, hand-painted page from H Is For Hawk

Second Right:

Sena Jeter Naslund: Ahab’s Wife: Or, The Star-Gazer

Patrick Ness: The Knife Of Never Letting Go, The Ask And The Answer, Monsters Of Men

Garth Nix: Sabriel

Naomi Novik: Temeraire, Throne Of Jade, Black Powder War, Empire Of Ivory

Ann Patchett: Bel Canto

Mervyn Peake: Gormenghast

Julie Ann Peters: Far From Xanadu

Patrick O’Brian: Master And Commander, Post Captain, HMS Surprise, The Mauritius Command, Desolation Island, The Fortune Of War, The Far Side Of The World

Bonus: pottery my dead friend made, pottery I made, slab of picture jasper, my “Fun Things To Believe In” cross-stitch

Third Right:

Edgar Allen Poe: Stories

Phillip Pullman: The Golden Compass

Lawrence Raab: The Collector Of Cold Weather

Erich Marie Remarque: All Quiet On The Western Front

Mary Renault: The Charioteer x2 (1 first edition)

Alistair Reynolds: Revelation Space, Redemption Ark, Diamond Dogs, Turquoise Days

David L. Robbins: War Of The Rats, The End Of War, Last Citadel

Mary Doria Russell: The Sparrow, Doc

Karen Russell: Swamplandia!

Alexander Afanasyev: Russian Fairy Tales

Louis Sachar: Holes

J.D. Salinger: The Catcher In The Rye

Sarah N.B.: It Begins In A Garden

William Shakespeare: Hamlet, Othello, King Lear, Macbeth

Mary Shelley: Frankenstein

Gene Stratton Porter: A Girl Of The Limberlost

Alexander Solzhenitsyn: One Day In The Life Of Ivan Denisovich

Caitlin Starling: The Luminous Dead

Noelle Stevenson: Nimona

Fourth Right:

Bram Stoker: Dracula x2 (1 illustrated by Becky Cloonan)

Elizabeth Kostova: The Historian

J.R.R. Tolkien: The Hobbit, The Fellowship Of The Ring, The Two Towers (x2), The Return Of The King, The Silmarillion, Unfinished Tales

Elizabeth Whalen Turner: The Thief, The Queen Of Attolia

Catherynne M. Valente: Deathless, The  Orphan’s Tales: In the Night Garden, The Orphan’s Tales: In The Cities Of Coin And Spice

Sheldon Vanauken: A Severe Mercy

Brian K. Vaughn: Saga (#1)

Tillie Walden: On A Sunbeam

Jen Wang: The Prince And The Dressmaker

Helene Wecker: The Golem And The Jinni

Elizabeth Wein: Code Name Verity

T.H. White: The Once And Future King

Simon Winchester: The Professor And The Madman

Bottom Right:

Gary Trudeau: The Doonesbury Chronicles

Adam Edgerton: Rediscovering Adak

Walt Whitman: Leaves Of Grass

Jane Yolen: Twelve Impossible Things Before Breakfast

Daniel Woodrell: Winter’s Bone

Patricia C. Wrede: Dealing With Dragons, Calling On Dragons, Searching For Dragons

Malcolm York: Mervyn Peake: My Eyes Mint Gold

Bonus: assorted DVDs and 1 lonely VHS tape, any manga I didn’t purge, plus some children’s books and self-published comics by high school friends

[phenomenal1500]

Target #0001 | Charles Vane

A/N: Special thanks to PoppyBluebell on AO3! Thank you so much for requesting this and letting me experiment with it, I even got so invested in the character I decided to make a fan fiction out of it. ♥️ I hope you guys will enjoy it just as much as 'The Blood In My Veins' and have fun reading this introduction chapter.

Summary: 1 January 2190- The day that made it into the golden book of history as the darkest time on Earth and where history began to repeat itself once again. Unbeknownst to everyone at the time, a tiran secretly decided to step up that day. A tiran ready to kill whoever had a mind of their own and tried to resist his leadership with lone wolf Levana Blue being on the top of his assassination list. 

The woman was stubborn- reckless even- and she had no appetite for being under someone's control which made her target #0001. With all her years of hard working in hiding from the mind-controlled world though, she manages to finish her invention in time and reset the world to a few years prior.... only to find out she got herself stuck inside the 1700's in the meantime.

Relationship: Captain Charles Vane x Levana Blue [OC]

Fandom: Black Sails

AU: Future x Past AU

Chapter 1: ~Where Future And Past Collide~

Stress and fear.... those were the emotions that the young woman felt while she was tinkering on her almost finished invention. A portal that would guarantee to save the world once and for all. It wasn't really just the portal though, it actually consisted of two parts rather than one where the machine was designed to reset the world to a few years prior and where the portal served as more of an escape to that timeline so she could get herself safe and warn the people there. The only thing that still had to be finished was the portal. However, her hand was shaking so much she could barely add the last screws and type in the right year, just the possibility of soldiers kicking in her door any minute from now made her anxious.

She also knew she couldn't flee this time because she couldn't take the risk of them destroying everything she had worked on while she hid so it was safe to say this was her last chance.

Hearing loud knocks on her huge vault door, she attached the last few wires to the reset machine and made sure everything was in order before she pressed the button and pulled the big green lever.

"Timeline resets in 30 seconds...."

Levana then turned her head full of ice-blue metallic hair around to watch her heavy door slowly melt down in the meantime that her fingers tried to type in the correct date into her portal.

"Mrs. Blue! It's over! Surrender now and your execution will be painless and quick." One of the soldiers yelled while they watched the door slowly melt into a puddle of iron the way she watched it on the opposite side.

"Think the fuck not!" She shouted back and then watched her portal start up, blue and purple light beams lighting up the dark walls.

"Timeline resets in 10 seconds...."

Preparing herself for whatever was about to happen on the other side of that portal, she suddenly felt a strong hand wrap around her braided ponytail and pull her back before she could take another step. "You're coming with us, Ma'am. We're done with your little games." Levana was dragged across the floor and through the flaming hot puddle of Iron, screaming in agony when it burned her skin, but the soldier didn't care. All they cared about was that they finally had the young woman imprisoned.... but not for long. With the adrenaline and pain still rushing through her veins, the woman reached up with her arm, struggling on purpose in the hope they would stop.

They did.

The man who dragged her across the floor stopped and grabbed his knife with the intention of threatening her, but this was exactly what she needed. With a movement of her hand, she disarmed the man and cut off her own hair from where he was holding it, jumping into the portal seconds before the countdown ended and it closed.

After that it all went black.

....

After hours of unconsciousness, a banging headache began to make an appearance as one of her blue eyes tried to open up. It was as if her whole body protested against it, not wanting her to wake up at all, yet she forced herself to move anyway. It felt like her bones were scraping against each other with every small movement, her skin feeling like sandpaper sanding away her weak muscles.

What the hell made her feel this way?

Finally letting the bright sunlight shine into her pretty eyes, she blinked a few times before looking around.

A small cave.... big grey rocks.... light blue water.... These weren't the coordinates she had typed in and if they were, this wasn't the right time at all.

Despite all the pain, Levana made her body listen to her and stand up with the help of the rocks surrounding her. Something was off though. Something that made it way harder to breathe or walk. Looking down, a beautiful corset came into view, pushing her breasts up the way her bra used to do. The woman was also wearing a long slender dress that turned wide at the skirt with tight sleeves and heels that matched her type of clothing. Her wavy hair was curled all sorts of ways and pulled back into a half up, half down messy bun too and her fingers were filled with vintage rings. Levana had no idea where she was, but she was very sure this wasn't the 2180's, but somewhere way before that.

"How did I mess it all up? I had time.... I should've just stayed calm. Well, at least the world did reset." She rented on and on to herself while she slowly climbed out of the cave and onto the beach. "Okay, whatever time this is, don't mess up a word.... just act as if you belong among them." She whispered, examining Nassau's center filled with crowds and markets that were a few meters away from her. "Yeah, nope, I'm gonna mess this up too." She mumbled and made her way to the narrow streets.

The woman knew her unusual hair would catch people's attention even though she wore their clothes, which indeed happened, but she tried to ignore it and find a newspaper somewhere because that would be the only source that said the date without her looking like a fool asking it.

Managing to find one pretty quickly in the Inn she found, she opened it up and read through it before placing her finger at the date, reading:

5 September 1715

[magical-homos]

if they knew sooner

'71 - '88

The first train ride Remus ever went on was the Hogwarts express. He arrived as a quiet, timid, scarred little boy- who was simply grateful to be given a place at the school. He arrived with a strong hatred towards himself and his own kind, he knew nothing about socialzing, he knew nothing about how other kids were, nothing about school, hell, his father didn't bother to teach him basic things like his mother used to, and like other students got taught. By the time he was five he stopped learning anything. The werewolf that attacked him that lonely night of a full moon in '65 had taken everything he knew away from him. Had stripped him of his family, his humanity, his happiness. He spent his days being burnt and hit and hiding in the thick walls of his basement room, wondering if the wolf would kill him in the coming moon.

Sirius had been on a train ride once, when he was a small child. That he barely remembered. He arrived at the platform, a pale, black haired and stone faced boy, taught brutally what was right and what was wrong. He thought- no, he knew that muggles and mudbloods were below him, that he had pristine blood and he was above even some purebloods, the blood traitors and mudblood lovers. He, unlike Remus, had been taught - homeschooled - in his years before turning eleven. He had been taught about dark magic, the 'unforgivables', how to want to control someone, hurt someone, to kill someone. He had been taught all the things his family needed to know, and most of all, he had been taught about the history of Slytherin. And he was looking forward to his sorting into the most perfect, noble, pure-blooded house there is. But he couldnt help but wonder, why he got that slightly sick feeling in his stomach when he followed his moms orders?

James had been on a train ride a few times before, only one of them a Muggle train, and that didnt end very well. The 6 year old him had been running around, messing with muggle products and being amazed at them. A squib who worked at the train, serving snacks, escorted them out at the next stop. He arrived at the platform a messy haired, excited, michevious boy, his slightly oversized rectangular glasses laying on his bandaged nose crookedly. His jeans stained with dirt and ripped from a rocky fall, and his mother looking mildly dissaproving- "But mum, they're my favorite jeans!" "James, sweetie, at least let me charm the stain and rip out-" "-but thats what makes them cool!" yet his face was stretched into a grin and his eyes shone with excitement and happiness. He arrived a boy who was slightly uneducated, from living and growing up around older fashioned witches and wizards, yet still having been taught to respect whoever gives it in return.

Peter arrived at the station a half-blooded, chubby, mousy haired boy, clueless and oblivious to the world around him. He had been on train rides a few times with his family, but they were normal, so he never bothered counting them. He was intensely nervous about finding friends, he figured he was too weak, too stupid, too anything. His family, of course, promised him he would do well, but he couldnt help being intensely nervous for the year to come. The only friends he found in his elementary muggle school only were friends with him because he always brought the best snacks and toys to school, and was great fun at recess. They didnt really like him, he thought. He swore to himself that when he found friends, he would be friends with them forever. He daydreamed about finding new friends and being dorm-mates with them, adventuring and having fun with them.

Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, and James Potter, accompanied by Lily Evans (and with the occasional visit from Frank Longbottom and his girlfriend, Alice) all had gotten on the train for their last ride home at age 17, wondering what was to come next. Remus had been sending letters back and fourth to a fellow Gryffindor, who was now ten years older than they were, Molly Weasley. She spoke of dealing with her 7 year old, Bill, her 5 year old, Charles, her one year old, Percival, and her newborn twins. She made him promise to come help her out with her load of children the second he could. James held Lily's smaller hand in his, they had been together for four years now, and, little did James know, but Lily was planning in proposing the second they got out of the train and started settling down. Sirius had a protective arm slung over Remus"s shoulders while he scribbled back a reply to a stressed out mother, using Lily's owl, as usual, to send it back out the window. The group had found out Peter was joining the rising dark lord, Voldemort, in the worst way possible - they found him talking to a death eater about giving away disclosed information on a certain rising Order that planned on taking the Dark Lord down singlehandedly. Sirius had cried, first out of sadness from betrayal, which turned quickly into fury. Remus was equally as furious, but he forced it down long enough to hold Sirius back while James confronted their former friend. He tried to escape as Wormtail, but Lily's quick spellwork stopped him. They sadly reported him to the ministry and sent him off to Azkaban.

The group was saddened at their last train ride, the one they promised they would ride altogether, but were relieved nontheless that they had abandoned their former friend and could live their life with a bit less danger. Of course, theres still, always a little danger. There wouldnt be any fun if there was none.

The group exited the train thrilled for their new futures. Sirius planned on working his own way, doing his own thing, maybe making and selling something cool like magic motorcycles similar to the one he owned, something like that. Remus hoped to soon become a professor at Hogwarts, his first true home that stayed a home longer than five years, with his newfound confidence that Sirius, James and Lily had eased him into gaining, convincing him he was more than a monster, that he could do what he wished to do. James and Lily, of course, planned on living together. James had already begun mild auror training, while, as Lily did want to become an auror as well, she thought she'd be better off teaching at Hogwarts as a potions teacher, once Slughorn retired.

Lily proposed to James once they moved in.

Sirius proposed to Remus the second they left the train station.

Remus wanted a double wedding, but Sirius wanted them to have their own special day.

All four of them visited each other constantly, the two happy couples facing the war together.

And they'd stay that way for a long time. Together.