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cescalr · 1 year ago

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stalia, 17

... I knew this was a big risk, given my taste in music. So.

Stalia + Yeah Yeah Yeah (V2) by Jack Conte, for the spotify wrapped ask game. I really don't know how to write this as actually stalia, since the whole song is about a failed relationship. Whilst this is accurate to canon, alas, it also breaks my weak little heart :(. So, fair warning. Angst ahead! Feel free to repeat request, if you weren't looking for heartbreak at half nine in the goddamn morning.

As a... consolation prize? I guess - have a link; my stalia playlist.

And finally, of course; read this on Ao3 instead, if you like!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I knew it all along I knew it from the very start And I felt it in my heart If there's even one to feel, oh-oh I bought you a gift It's a picture frame for my face When you decide to place me in the past 'Cause nothing lasts Yeah nothing lasts No nothing lasts You're taking off your clothes I hear echoes of her breathing But she is fading into the past At last At long last At long last Yeah, yeah, yeah, I knew it all along I knew it from the very start And I felt it in my heart If there's even one to feel (To—! To—! To—!) Let me be! Let me alone! (Water me) (My memories are wilting) Yeah, yeah, yeah, I knew it all along I knew it from the very start And I felt it in my heart If there's even one to feel.

- 'Yeah Yeah Yeah (V2)' by Jack Conte.

It's been fifteen years.

Malia can hardly believe that sometimes; that she's lived this long, that she's thirty-fucking-five years old. That missing nine years as a coyote is now only... well, it's no longer half her life. Malia did not ever get great at math, and as soon as school ended, saynoara equations! Point being she doesn't actually know the fraction or, percentage 9 out of 35 is, but it's not nearly as significant as 9 out of 18. Malia doesn't remember it, anymore. Doesn't have that same desperate longing she once did for the simplicity of life as a coyote.

Malia has grown as a person, is the thing. But not straight upwards. Not in all the right ways. Not even in all the ways she'd be proud of, or happy with, which are different from the 'right' ones.

Case in point; Jordan Parrish.

He's a sweetheart, really, is the thing. The thing being that that's the problem. Scott was a sweetheart, too. Didn't change jack shit about how it ended. Didn't stop their train from wrecking. Once is whatever, twice is coincidence, three times is a pattern. Malia doesn't want to find out she's the common thread, here. Malia doesn't want to...

She doesn't want it to happen again.

Malia's not really an introspective person. But reality prompts rumination, as Scott might say, either quoting Deaton or expanding his vocabulary, and he's... right, begrudgingly. Christmas is coming up soon.

Malia turns up the volume. The car's speakers blast Malia's music louder, but it doesn't drown out her thoughts. Fuck.

- I knew it from the very start, and I felt it in my heart, if there's even -

Malia turns down the volume. Fuck. She knew co-opting some of Stiles' taste in music was going to bite her in the ass one of these days.

... More than most of what's her's being someone else's first already had, anyway.

He's coming home. Not to play the pronoun game - Stiles is... returning, to Beacon Hills. For Christmas. They haven't warned him about Allison, because both her and Scott agreed not to, and Malia knows that asshole, and she knows he won't take the surprise well, but whatever. Nobody listened to her fifteen years ago because she kept her mouth fucking shut about her memories of Stiles, for Lydia's sake, and she's still reaping what she sowed on that one. And god, just maybe Peter was right; she should've been more selfish. But anything that makes her think along those lines only reminds her of what happened in Mexico, and Malia nips the thought in the bud real quick.

Peter's never right about anything. He can't be. It wouldn't be good for Malia if he was.

Malia shoves open the door, dropping out of her car onto the Sheriff's driveway. Noah will be that, she thinks, until he's physically forced into retirement.

Malia volunteered to help move some stuff around to help accommodate their guests. Stiles, of course, is staying in his own room, which hasn't changed much since he last saw it, other than maybe gathering some dust on the shelves that needs wiping off since the last cleaning session the Sherrif reluctantly forced himself through (which, agreed. Malia hates cleaning. You wipe a shelf and then have to wipe it again, and again, and again, for the rest of forever) at some point last month.

Their other guest is Theo. Malia does not envy the Sheriff having to suffer his presence. But he's been hanging around Virginia, apparently, for at least a decade. Malia didn't know this, and it rankles she wasn't told. But it makes sense. Stiles is her ex. They never had the chance to be friends. Malia couldn't...

She just couldn't. It hurt.

It doesn't really hurt anymore. Scott's a fresher wound, one that feels more solid, more real. Malia - it's not just Malia. Everyone's memories of Stiles will forever be slightly warped, just on the edge of wrong. That happens when a person is snatched from reality, a whole fake history is written, and then he's summarily dropped right back on top of it like he never left. Sometimes, the incorrect memory assimilates, and you think something that happened didn't, and something that didn't did.

Lydia remembered kissing Stiles in high school. She didn't remember the context. She'd thought they might have dated, briefly. Malia hadn't been sure, had her own conflicting account of events that she'd kept to herself, had her memories of dating Stiles in high school as opposition to Lydia's vague idea. Maybe things would've gone differently if she'd been upfront about it, but Malia... is blunt, yes -

Not quite honest, though. Not quite honest. Malia's Peter's daughter and Stiles socialised her. This should've been an expected outcome. But people are still surprised when she lies... or simply omits the truth.

But Lydia broke up with Stiles. Two weeks. They lasted two fucking weeks. Malia threw away her whole - just for a fucking fling. Lydia got scared he'd die and ran away, and Malia can completely sympathise with a fear of a car crash for obvious reasons, but the thing is that that wasn't the only solution, and people die.

Malia hates it. She hates it so much, she wishes she could make a deal with some kind of deity and stop death in it's tracks, but she can't. Nobody can. You can't halt your life because you're afraid it will end. That's calling quits yourself before death even has the chance to come knocking. A kind of living suicide.

If there's one thing Malia's never going to do, it's halt her life for the sake of someone else. Malia's sacrificed things that make her happy, yes. She's put her continued existence in danger to save another, yes. But if she wants something badly enough, Malia's not going to be scared off by anything. Not even fate itself.

Malia enters the spare bedroom, or what will be the spare bedroom once she's moved the desk out of here. Sheriff's just going to have to do his paperwork at the station, which is fine - might even stop him from breaking the law and taking boxes of files home he shouldn't be.

One table downstairs and a mattress on a bedframe later, Malia helps herself to a sandwich. It's just ham. Nothing special. After, she leaves. That's all Malia was needed for - really anyone could've done it, including the sheriff, Malia just wanted to help out.

Beacon Hills is a strange sight, these days. Deader than ever before, even when all the worst stuff was going down. The town's dwindled in revenue, she thinks. Shops are boarded up. Potholes aren't filled in. Malia wonders why; what changed, exactly, to make Beacon Hills less desirable than when there was a murder happening every week. There's fewer people on Main Street as she parks in the lot that used to sit in front of a video rental store, but Blockbuster failed years ago and this little independent never stood a chance. In it's place sits a nice little café. Malia gets a doughnut, a coffee, and stares at the swirls her stirring stick makes as she waits.

Jordan shows up, like he said he would. He looks nice - always does, but Malia means he looks Date Nice, which normally gives her fight-or-flight response a little shove, but Malia's resolved to give him a real chance. He's been so patient, understanding. Kind in a different way to Scott, and more honest than Stiles by a mile. He's just as blunt as she is. Malia likes that.

Jordan sits down across from her. It's... sometimes strange to recognise this man is dead, and has been for years. He doesn't look much older than when she met him, over a decade ago. Jordan ages, but slowly, much like Malia herself. She likes that, too, that she doesn't have to worry about being outpaced. Stiles is human. He's thirty-four. He probably looks it, though she wouldn't know. Malia's avoided recent pictures of his face for about five years. He looked thirty when he hit thirty, and that had spooked her.

Stiles is going to die long before Malia will. That's a fact. It's unavoidable. Weres can live hundreds of years. Humans can barely manage eighty, if they're lucky. Jordan's not human anymore, and already dead besides; Malia doesn't have to worry about sickness, or cancer, or really anything at all taking him out before her. Maybe that's just as cowardly as Lydia leaving Stiles because of her vision just in the opposite direction, but Malia didn't claim a lack of hypocrisy. Malia's never claimed anything about that either way, which would be telling enough on it's own if you'd paid any attention.

Malia bets on people not paying enough attention.

"How was work today?" Malia asks, feeling trite, but this is how people talk on dates if they're normal, and Malia wants a normal date. She's never had one of those. Even with Scott, it was - loaded. Besides, when she was dating those two, they were teenagers, either not even or just barely out of high school. Malia's never had an adult relationship, only flings with men she liked sex with that she'd ditch as quickly as she could, so this is... new. Novel.

Jordan smiles, pearly-whites on show, pleased she asked. Malia smiles back, tentatively, which just broadens his grin.

"Great," He said. "Nothing interesting happened at all."

In his line of work, Malia supposed that would be a good day.

"Great," Malia echoes, and doesn't know how to carry the conversation further. This happens when you learn how to talk to people while your dad's old roommate is trying to commit genocide on his dime. And then your dad proceeds to try and murder all your friends also, for vastly different, being extremely power-hungry, related reasons.

"How are you feeling about..." Jordan trails off. "You know, Raeken coming back?"

"Weird. Unpleasant," Malia says. "But it's been fifteen years, and Scott's always preaching about the benefit of the doubt. If Stiles is vouching for him, I can't really say shit. Stiles hated him from day one, after all. Theo'd have to do something really drastic to get his vote of confidence."

"That's fair," Jordan says. "But he did shoot you in the gut and sell you out to your mother. You don't have to forgive that."

"I haven't," Malia says. "He should be in jail. That's how we deal with people who do those things, right? But he could break out pretty easily. Maybe it is better he's helping Stiles do... FBI stuff. I don't know."

"Reform," Jordan says. "There's a lot of people with a lot of different ideas of how the judicial system should work. A lot of people who specifically think prisons, as they are, suck ass. Prison labour equals slavery, that sort of thing."

"Oh," Malia says. "I mean, if you can't say no to doing a job, isn't that literally the definition?"

Jordan shrugs. "I was a soldier," He says, "Not an ethics student. Maybe, maybe not. They call it repentance. Doing a service for society in exchange for not getting the death sentence for killing a whole family."

"Right," Malia says, brow furrowing, then shrugs herself. "Yeah, I... have no idea about any of that. Sheriff said anything about having to host Theo?"

"He's not happy about it," Jordan nods. "But he's going to go along with it, since Melissa absolutely refuses point-blank."

"Fair," Malia says, "Since he killed Scott."

"Is Peter sticking around?" Jordan asks, "For Christmas?"

"No idea," Malia says. "He really enjoys annoying Melissa and Chris though, so probably. Until he gets bored, at least." Malia makes a face. "Honestly, I think he's flirting, which is just disturbing enough as a thought to get stuck in my head. Share in my misery."

Jordan laughs at that, which was Malia's intention, so. Score. She laughs, too.

It's only a few days until Stiles arrives. He left his jeep with Mason years ago, and replaced it with something more practical - and functional. Malia's pretty sure this car isn't half broken, like the Jeep had been, though - Mason, for the record, has taken good care of it. Got the whole engine replaced, new wheels, e-t-c. (Malia's pretty sure that stands for some Latin or something, but she's not Lydia.)

Stiles and Theo must've carpooled, because Theo drops out the passenger seat a few moments later. Cora, also, exits the back. It's good to see her cousin - Malia greets her first, with a smile and a quick hug. "How was your decade?" Cora asks.

"Not bad," Malia says. It wasn't bad, after all. Very quiet.

"Hm," Cora says. She's a pretty reserved person, so Malia doesn't expect any more than that.

"Yeah," Malia says. "You going to see Eli?"

"If I must," Cora jokes. "See you."

And she's off. If Malia's bluntness is that of a sledgehammer, Cora is a whole battering ram. And given how Derek was over a decade ago, how he learnt not to be with Eli in the picture, it's probably a Hale trait. Much better a thing to inherit than whatever Peter's got going on, that's for sure, even if it's not always a good thing.

"Stiles," Malia greets, then begrudgingly, "Theo."

Theo smiles at her, charming as ever. Seems more genuine these days, though. The chemo signals from his scent are more... easily discernible. And the corners of his eyes crinkle - he's not just slightly squinting to fake it.

"Malia," Theo greets in turn. Stiles has his hands awkwardly shoved in his pockets, which saves her from having to offer a hug.

"Hey," Stiles says, "Good to see you."

It is, is the thing. His hair's grown.

"Yeah, well," Malia says, "it's been like fifteen years. Good to know you're still alive," and she means it. Stiles laughs, abrupty. "Yeah," he says, "You too, Mal."

Malia helps them unpack. Cora's staying with Eli, so her stuff remains in the boot. The rest, they split between the guest room and Stiles'.

"Isn't this the sheriff's office?" Theo says.

"Surprised he was willing to give it up?" Malia asks. "For you, specifically?"

Stiles snorts. Theo rolls his eyes at him, then shrugs at Malia. "Yeah," He says. "Guess helping with the wild hunt taking his son just gave me more good will than I realised."

Malia doesn't know the Sheriff's reasoning any more than Theo does, unfortunately. Stiles probably just asked him, though, and the Sheriff tends to cave when Stiles is the one requesting something. It's the 'only family left alive' thing - gets you every time. Malia and her dad - not Peter - have a similar dynamic, though it's... more strained. He hasn't stopped apologising for Eichen House since he started, but that first apology came later than it should have.

"Maybe," Malia replies, a non-committal acknowledgement, and moves on from fitting the bedsheets to dragging in a set of draws taken out of the attic earlier, when Scott popped over with a grocery delivery. (Scott was specifically chosen because he knew at least vaguely the kinds of food Stiles would buy, when he lived here. Malia hadn't paid much attention to that, because what the Sheriff ate hadn't been her business - and she'd have been much more lenient on his diet than other people. Malia agrees about salads, by the way. People are omnivores, for god's sake. Put some chicken in there at least.)

Malia moves to Stiles' room when they start unpacking. She checks the highest shelves for dust, and wipes them down. Stiles arrives not long thereafter, with his own suitcase full of clothes for the holiday and some other things besides. Malia helps him pack things away. An old plaid flannel she used to borrow, that one stripped hoodie he never wore with the red line but he still kept, for whatever reason. Half of these clothes might as well have been her own, at one point. A point she barely remembers correctly.

"Why'd you never wear it?" Malia asks, abruptly. She waves the hoodie at stiles, with it's red line, and he grimaces. "The nogitsune liked it," He said, and shrugged. "I didn't... not wear it on purpose, I'd just... choose something else instead. You liked it - hell, I said you could keep it."

"You know why I didn't," Malia says. "Or, didn't intend to, anyway."

"Why you returned my stuff after the Anuk-Ite? Yeah." Stiles glances away. He finishes his underwear and sock drawer, then stands. "Thanks for the help."

"No problem," Malia says. "You do this sort of thing for friends."

"Yeah," Stiles says. "Yeah, you do."

Malia wonders if anyone's told him about the Nogitsune's return, about Harris, about everything. Maybe they're waiting, like idiots, to hit him with it all at once.

Malia goes on one more coffee date with Jordan before Christmas. She buys a nice watch for her dad, to replace his broken one, and a shitty cheap plastic toy watch for Peter that costs her less than a dollar. Malia finds Cora a nice jacket, and debates over what would be appropriate for Eli. Theo is halfway down the aisle from her, headed to the cards section. Unfortunately, he stops to chat.

"Great minds think alike," He says, self-aggrandising. Malia presses her lips together, looks back at the stock.

"Not even a chuckle," Theo sighs. "I know there's nothing I can say to make up for what happened," Theo says, cutting to the chase. "you don't have to forgive or forget, that would be stupid. But we can be civil, right? For our friends' sakes, if nothing else?"

"If nothing else," Malia says, begrudgingly. "I'm not getting you a present."

"That's fine," Theo says. "I don't like getting presents for people just for the sake of it, anyway. They should mean something, you know? But people always need money. World we live in, and all. How much d'you want off me?"

"Gimme fifty." Malia says. "And I'll be civil."

"deal," Theo says, and with a vaguely amused quirk of the lips, he holds out his hand to shake. Malia indulges this.

"Great," Theo says, sounding genuinely relieved. "It's been a long time since Stiles was home - it wouldn't be great if we were fighting the whole time, you know?"

"You say that as if it'd be two sided," Malia replies.

"I'm going to defend myself, you know," Theo says. "I've done a lot of bad in my life. Can't say otherwise. I've been doing as much good as I can since then, though. Can't say otherwise about that, either."

Malia supposes this is true enough, or Stiles would have kicked him to the curb years ago.

"Yeah, whatever," Malia says. "Go buy your cards."

Theo nods. He goes and buys his cards. Malia returned to browsing, setting aside Eli's present for that moment. Eventually she'd pick it, along with all the rest - Scott, Lydia, Liam, etc - and Christmas arrives shortly thereafter.

Malia places the star on the top of the tree. Liam claps and Mason cheers. Hikari is helping Melissa and Chris and Stiles in the kitchen. Theo is somewhere, and Lydia is avoiding Stiles in the living room. Jackson and Jordan are setting up the dvd player, as the Stilinskis' was unexpectedly broken (they had to run out and quickly borrow the McCalls'). Malia has been systematically taking down every single sprig of faux-mistletoe she sees, as stealthily as she can. Extremely terrible idea, that one, even if Allison and Scott think it's cute and funny and festive. It is none of those things. Worst holiday tradition by a country mile.

"Dinner's ready," Melissa announces, so everyone piles around the table. It's really not made for this many people - too crowded. Malia is stuck between Lydia, who is using her as a shield, and Theo, who has decided to be Stiles' Lydia shield, apparently (entirely, it seems, without Stiles' input). This leaves an extremely awkward seating situation. Malia makes desperate eye contact with Jordan, who grimaces in sympathy and hooks his angle around hers, silent support.

At least she's not next to Scott and Allison, Malia supposes. Small mercies.

Malia had not been here for the session of informing Stiles about everything that happened. Derek's funeral has been scheduled for during his stay here. This is not the most festive of Christmases, but they're... trying. Eli and Cora are sat next to each other, quietly talking.

Malia... knew her cousins. She started knowing Cora better in the past fifteen years, but Derek was many years her senior. They weren't peers; it was difficult, in some ways, to understand each other. Meeting as they did was also Not Great for their future getting along potential. Derek left as soon as she started figuring him out, and stayed gone for a long time. Malia had known Braeden better than Derek, to the point Malia was the one person (other than Cora, who had witnessed the whole event) that heard about their breakup from her as well as him. She's in Europe somewhere, now.

Sometimes, Malia thinks, this feels like the worst timeline. Like the sci-fi stuff Stiles espouses the virtues of, the one Lydia liked - Babylon 5. Like this was all always going to happen, and never should have.

Malia finishes her roast dinner. Has a slice of pie. The mood is half-light, half-heavy, a kind of desperate joviality over genuine sadness. Scott and Allison couldn't be happier together, except for the fact they absolutely could, and neither of them appreciate what this has cost.

Stiles, also, is deeply moody right now - brooding. It's not nice to hear the nogitsune's back, for him, and doubly so Malia thinks that nobody warned him. Nobody called. Scott chose not to call. It's one thing to forget in the heat of a crisis, and another to make an active choice to exclude him from something that's extremely, personally relevant. Malia hadn't called, either. Nobody had, so he's a little mad at all of them. It's... fair. Even if their choice is understandable, given how much trauma surrounds the nogitsune for Stiles and for the rest of them, but... blindsiding Stiles with so much at once and the fact they did all of it without him is going to drive home the truth that one thing Stiles never wanted, back in senior year, ended up happening anyway. Not because they chose to leave. Because he did. Over and over again.

Malia never called. Neither did Stiles. It takes two people to ruin a friendship, most of the time.

Malia picks at a slice of cake. Jordan nudges her ankle. Tilts his head, raises a brow. Smells - concerned, questioning. Malia nods, shortly. After he finishes, Jordan stands, stretches. "I'm wiped," He announces. "Anyone need a ride home?"

"I walked here," Malia says, standing, ignoring Lydia's widening eyes as they dart over to Stiles. She's a grown woman. Malia's not covering for her this time. "I'll take you up on that offer."

They escape the reunion into the cool midwinter night. Malia takes a breath, icy sharpness a shock to her lungs after the stuffiness of an over-filled house.

"You doing okay?" Jordan asks, able to speak freely as they drive away, the quietness of his question and the loudness of the engine hiding his voice from the weres inside.

"That was awkward," Malia lets out. "Oh god."

They laugh, a little, not out of humour. He pulls up on the side of the road a moment, turns on the overhead light. "Do you wanna go home?" He asks her. Malia thinks of her room in her old house, in the middle of the woods, about being alone in the dark all over again, because of Scott, because of Stiles, because of everyone else, because of herself, and decides against it.

"Let's go to yours," Malia says, instead, and Jordan smiles in understanding. He switches off the light, and drives.

Boxing day brings cleaning day. The funeral's in a week.

Malia helps take down the tree. Scott and Stiles are doing the same. Allison is putting away the box of tinsel and decor in the attic.

"Left-" Malia grunts, turning the tree left. They eventually manage to get it outside, into the garden. Malia leaves the two to the rest of it, and goes back inside. Gets a drink.

Allison is doing the same, it seems. She smiles a little awkwardly in greeting. "Hi," She says. "Done with the tree?"

"Almost," Malia says. "They've got it now though. Needed a drink," Malia gestures with her soda. "Are all the boxes in the attic?"

"Almost," Allison echoes, "Just a couple more."

Malia helps her finish up. They gather in the living room. Stiles rocks on his heels slightly, hands shoved in pockets. Scott drinks in the sight of Allison like a man who's lived in an oasis-less desert his whole life just got dropped on a random Caribbean island. Allison slips under his arm, smiles sweetly, all dimples.

"We're good then? All done?" Stiles asks. "Because that was easy."

"All good," Scott says, smiling. Stiles is his best friend - it's been entirely too long since they last saw each other, Malia thinks. Speaking on the phone occasionally is different from meeting up in person.

"Great," Stiles says. "Well, thanks for the help."

"You're welcome," Allison says. Stiles keeps looking a little surprised every time she speaks. Allison also just looks different - death and a decade will do that to a person, Malia supposes, but there's a kind of uncanniness about it all, because they missed the versions of her that would have sat between 17 and 35. It's probably jarring - for her to sound the same, but to appear so different. Plus, Stiles' own last memories of Allison are warped; he remembers everything the nogitsune did, as if he did it himself. That's bound to give a guy a complex or three, and it definitely did, but on top of that it just... makes the timeline strange. Simultaneous events are hard to place, mentally. Malia would know; the wild hunt proved it. That kind of taught them all how hard it was to reconcile two different versions of events.

Malia's just saying that - it makes sense. Every time Allison speaks, Stiles' chemo signals spike guilty. They shouldn't, as it wasn't his fault, but Malia knows Stiles. She understands why they do.

Scott picks up on it, obviously. His expressions are always too easy to read, though; Stiles can see right through him. And he doesn't like it when they do that, use their senses 'against him' - or, rather, put him on an uneven playing field. They can read him... he can't read them. It rankled Stiles 15 years ago just as much as it does now. Malia would know, again. This time, the reason is that... it's - part of why they broke up. Amongst other things, like miscommunication.

Malia watches the conversation unfold, silently, for a few sentences.

"So when are you going back?" Scott asks, casually. Stiles raises a hand to do the uncertainty motion, a little horizontal wobble. "Eh," He says. "Was planning for the 10th, but... plans can change."

"They don't need to," Scott says, "You-"

"I appreciate your concern for my mental health, Scotty, I really do," Stiles says, dismissively, "but I should be involved in this. It's the nogitsune, Scott. If we can't have Kira here-"

"We can't," Scott says, grimacing, "Her stay with the skinwalkers could last - hundreds of years-"

"Exactly," Stiles says. "If we can't have kira, and since Derek is dead - Scott, I'm the only backup you've got."

These days, very true. Unfortunately.

"What about Isaac?"

"He has actual self-preservation instincts, unlike the rest of us." Stiles sends an apologetic glance to Allison. "He'd say no. And probably move to another country, again, even further away than last time."

Allison's lips twist in displeasure. "So much has changed," She murmurs. Malia pats her shoulder sympathetically. Missing a decade sucks. For the third time; Malia would know. This one should not need explaining.

"Yeah," Stiles sighs, sounding exhausted. "Yeah, it has."

Malia sits on the back stairs. Stiles joins her for a smoke.

"I can heal this shit," Malia says. "What's your excuse?"

"I'm an FBI agent," He says. "Part of my cover on an assignment, once. Stuck around, after. Know a witch or two with decent medical skills - I'll be fine."

Malia nods. They watch little clouds form in the air, smoke swirling around in shapeless, meaningless patterns.

"I'm sorry, you know," Stiles says. "For - fuck, everything. I never said that. Should've. Didn't. Too late now. But... still."

"Too late now," Malia echoes, and sighs. "For both of us. I'm sorry too. I should have said something. You were spiralling, I could tell, and I did jack shit about it."

"You weren't doing so hot yourself," Stiles says. "Neither of us was in a good place."

"We were in a very bad place," Malia says, dryly. "Called 'Beacon Hills'."

Stiles snorts. "Yeah," He says. "You should - you should visit, some time. Virginia is nice."

"I might," Malia says. "Might not. You should visit more often."

"I might," Stiles echoes wryly, "Might not."

Malia ashes her cigarette, crushes it underfoot into the neglected lawn. "For the record," Malia says, "I loved you for a very long time. I liked Scott, but never truly loved him, and it got... messy. I think he knew that. I didn't want to admit it." Malia looks up at the sky. "I'm seeing Jordan," She says. Stiles makes a noise of surprise.

"Oh?" He tilts his head. "How's that going?"

"Okay," Malia says. "He's great. I struggle with intimacy. Thanks for that."

Stiles winces. Malia shakes her head. "It's not entirely your fault," Malia says. "I never told you much of anything."

"You told me a lot," Stiles rebuffs. "I lied to you all the time."

"Not about the nogitsune, you didn't," Malia says. Stiles frowns, a little confused.

"You told me about the crash," He says, gently. "That was - really brave of you, you know. To be vulnerable like that. You're an honest person, Malia. Extenuating circumstances force people to do things they otherwise wouldn't."

"I know that," Malia says. "I just..."

Malia lights a second cigarette, watches the smoke curl in the air.

"I just wanted to say it," Malia says, finally. "We never did. Explicitly, I mean. 'I loved you'. Present or past tense, we never said it, and that was fine, except it means we missed it. Late to the station, you know?"

"It's probably pretty callous to say this, but... you're better off, you know. We both are. We... get each other, sure. And you - you are beautiful, really. But -"

"Communication," Malia says, "Is something we both suck at."

"Yeah," Stiles says. "And you deserve - just, so much. More than I was willing to give, then. Which means I didn't deserve what you were willing to give me."

"It's not about deserve," Malia says. "It's about what you can make work. You choose to love someone, every day you love them. A relationship requires mutual effort."

"We differ there," Stiles says. "I never found love to be an active thing. It hung around when I didn't want it and it left when I really would have appreciated it staying." Stiles finishes his cigarette.

"Romantic compatibility," Stiles continues, "Is... complicated. Which is why Lyds and I lasted two whole weeks," Stiles says, wryly, "Before she dumped me and fled the state, and now won't look me in the eye over Christmas dinner."

Malia taps her lighter. "Why'd you break up?" Malia asks.

"Lydia didn't say?" Stiles replies with a question of his own. Classic.

"Of course she did, she's my best friend," Malia says, "Since Kira's otherwise occupied." Stiles snorts. "I want to hear your side."

"I don't know," Stiles says, truthfully. "We had a fight, she broke up with me and left. I never got a real explanation. It... kind of sucked, honestly."

"Yeah," Malia muttered. "No kidding."

Stiles grimaces. "Yeah," He says. "Taste of my own medicine, there."

"We didn't fight," Malia says. "We disagreed, fundamentally, about the ethics of killing someone in self-defence."

"We didn't, really," Stiles says. "I was just - caught up in my head about it. I guess we didn't fight," Stiles allows, "But I didn't explain jack shit with any real clarity, and I broke up with you by implication, which wasn't right."

"It wasn't," Malia agrees. "But you are right that we're... better off, now. Maybe-" Malia presses her lips together. "I wasn't really honest with anyone, during the wild hunt," She admits, finally, for the first time. "I lied. Directly. To everyone except Peter, who remembered everything anyway so I couldn't have lied to him."

Stiles' brow furrows. "What did you lie about?" He asks.

"You," Malia says. "Non-stop. Lydia remembered kissing you in high school and asked me about it. I said that was before I showed up, so she should ask Scott. She did. He confirmed it. For a bit she assumed you'd dated, back then. I knew you hadn't. I knew I was your first girlfriend. I knew that, factually. I didn't say anything. When Scott reassured Lydia that he'd known you and her were meant to be or whatever, I backed him up. I confirmed what he said. I said I saw it too, and I never once brought up that we dated. To anyone. Because I chose to put Lydia first, I chose to set aside our failed relationship, and I chose to support what it looked like everyone wanted, and it lasted two non-consecutive weeks."

Stiles winced.

Malia sighed. "I loved you," Malia said. "Once, a long time ago, for longer than we were dating, for less time collectively than it felt like. You helped teach me how the world worked. I'll be grateful for that for the rest of my life. You're a good friend, Stiles. I don't think we were ever solely friends - without sex, without romance... and I'm ready to be, if you want to try."

"I'd like that," Stiles says.

Malia smiles.

The funeral.... happens. It's kind of a tear-filled blur, and Malia won't relive the pain by recounting it.

When the 10th arrives, so does the day of Stiles (and Theo's) departure. Cora is sticking with Eli for a while. Malia's got a date with Jordan on Sunday. Watch a movie. Eat a pizza. Have sex. A normal evening, all told.

Malia sees off Stiles (and Theo). She does so last, after everyone else, and once Theo's situated in the passenger seat.

"Hey," Malia says, "... call, okay? Skype or soemthing."

Stiles smiles. He offers a tentative hug, which she takes. It's a little strange, to give him the same kind of hug she'd give Lydia or Liam, but it's... nice. Malia's getting used to a lot of different things lately. This one should be the easiest.

"Obviously," Stiles says, "You too."

Communication, Malia reminds herself, got Scott and Stiles too, at one point. Friendship requires just as much effort as any other dynamic.

"Duh," Malia says. "Hey," Malia says. "You be careful, alright?"

"I try," Stiles says. "You too."

He gets in his new car, which is coloured a deep navy. Some things change, but Stiles will always think blue's pretty. There's a kind of comfort in that, Malia thinks; red is unsolved, yellow is working on it, green is solved, and blue's always pretty. Simple, uncomplicated, fact.

Malia watches them go, and feels differently about it than she would have a month ago. Metaphorically, her shoulders are straighter, her back less bowed - no weight pushing her down. They all have a lot of baggage, Malia no different... but this, her and Stiles and all they could have been, is one stone-filled sack she can put down. It's a good feeling.

Malia calls Jordan.

"Hey," He says, sounding surprised. Communication is a two way street, Malia repeats. A two-way street.

"Do you wanna go for dinner tonight?" Malia says. "That shop on Main, the one on the corner that's been boarded up for like, two years, got bought recently. Watched them put up the sign, some kind of Italian deal."

"That sounds great," Jordan says, and he sounds genuinely happy. Malia does not feel guilty - that would be unhelpful. This is simply an opportunity to step forward, this time, instead of waiting for Jordan to meet her where she's stood. It's a development, it's growth, it's good. Malia likes Jordan.

Malia would like to see where this goes, if she'll finally let it start moving forward.

#this song hurts to listen to in context of stalia. it is very post s5 stalia coded. this is not a good thing! my weak little heart!!!#this is stalia with a side of tarrish if you don't like that. very sorry! please request a second prompt!!#myfic #tw #twfanfic #stalia #tarrish #ask game

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eepypigeon · 1 year ago

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🎶?

🎶 - Do you have any songs that remind you of specific characters (or Taleblr in general)?

oooooohhohohoho let me pull up my big boy sleeves cus The Spotify Playlists IM TELLING YOU-

Going to start with The Go To 'nobody talk to me i'm thinking about Johnny Ghosts backstory' song.

Monster (Under my bed) by Call Me Karizma gives me STRONG Gregory/CBFriend vibes, i mean, come on

seriously it is THE Gregory/CB song for me

then ofc you got your classics, kinda edgy, songs that generally fit Ghost and Casket in ways like Teenager by MCR, Killer by the Hoosiers, Copy Cat from billie eilish, yk how it is, very strong 2010's AMV type deal. got Bitchboy from the Oozes in there, cus it feels very him to me. One that maybe stands out is songs like Bloody Nose from Jack Conte, which i can picture as like a nightmare sequence for Ghost.

I do also technically have a Maddie Friend playlist but its less about her as a complex character and more of a place to lump all my psychotically obsessive songs in. So stuff like Unhealthy Obsession from The Blake Robinson Synthetic Orchestra, Stalkers Tango from Autoheart. Carousal by Melanie Matinez is maybe a little more loyal to her character which is in there.

'Who is she' For both Johnnys, i recall them both having like a mysterious/unspoken of women figure in there backstories.

I am in desperate need to make a playlist for The only boy ever Johnny Toast, but alas thats still in the works, i will need to do more snooping and more intensive daydreaming for that, if anyone has any shouts then lmk.

I need to stop or i would never shut up ok thanks for the ask <3

#thank u thank u thank u!! :000 #i love asks i love ranting about shite look at me go #does this make sense idk its 3am and im. tired.#taleblr #should i have like.. a specific tag for asks idk (has been on the website for like 7-8 years now)

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cyberrat · 4 years ago

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37th Batch Of Fics: 8th Fill

Reaper/Soldier76 – cont B36F6 – micro cock; Jack POV; happy ending – They are sappy old men at heart.

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Gabriel has him folded practically in half at this point. Jack is forced to stare at his own micro cock, hard but barely visibly so. Had he still had his monster dick from SEP days, he is sure he’d been able to easily blow himself while Gabriel rode him to kingdom come… but alas.

Jack doesn’t have his big fat cock anymore. He’s locked it away to shrivel up over the past decade-or-so (years are becoming quickly muddled at their age), and he’s left as a sad old man with a cock the size of a peanut.

He can barely believe that Gabriel would find him actually desirable like this, but... he does look pretty into it as he carefully balances on the bed, his hands on the backs of Jack’s thighs, holding them while he tries to feed his cock to Jack’s hole without touching it.

He tries once, twice, letting Jack feel the girthy dick slip sliding against his back and thighs whenever it glances off of his hole, then seems to become too impatient for the games and grabs it after all, holding his cock still so he can pop the tip into Jack and take what little breath he still has left.

Would Gabriel fuck a man that he did not find attractive? For a mission, absolutely. On his spare time? Jack doesn’t think the Devil himself could make Gabriel Reyes do what he does not want to do.

The thought is calming him down somewhat, the knot in his tightly crunched belly unfurling a bit. His cocklet is aching, wanting a couple fingers to jerk it off, but neither Jack nor Gabriel are reaching for the poor excuse of a dick quite yet.

Gabriel is pausing with just the tip of his cock squeezed into Jack’s tight insides. Jack stares at him through the V of his legs, watching as Gabriel leans his head back and closes his eyes, clearly savoring the feeling of the heat around his crown; the intermittent clenches and trembling of Jack’s insides as he can’t help but be agitated.

It’s been so very long since he’s gotten fucked.

“G...Gabriel,” he rasps, voice strained due to being balled up like this. He doesn’t know what to say next, really, but Gabriel looks down at him and his face becomes, if possible, even softer. His large hands grasp the backs of his thighs, slowly rubbing up and down, leaving warmth in their wake that seems to spread throughout Jack’s body.

“I’m here. Don’t worry, Jackie,” he croons, and slowly rocks his hips to sink himself deeper into Jack’s hot, clenching body. Jack hadn’t even known he needed to hear that but… wow. He does feel better.

He inhales as deeply as the position lets him and nods. Gabriel smiles at him slow and lazy. Jack is so focused on just how plain handsome the man is that he doesn’t even register the first few things he’s crooning at him.

It doesn’t matter. They’re all sweet endearments, Gabriel distracting him by making him flush hot with embarrassment while he rocks his way deeper and deeper into Jack’s body. Jack groans, putting a hand over his face. Blood is rushing in his ears, nearly drowning out Gabriel trying his hardest to have Jack spontaneously combust.

It doesn’t even occur to him what is happening until his guts suddenly feel so… full; rim stretched around cock, trembling, insides squeezing down helplessly.

His cocklet feels like it is flexing, but when he looks he can barely see any movement at all. Of course.

“Fuck, Jackie… this is so hot,” Gabriel rasps. He reaches between Jack’s thighs and easily grabs his whole package in his palm. He can lightly squeeze it and make Jack choke on his own tongue because the sensation of one’s cock and balls getting held like this in a big warm hand is completely otherworldly.

Gabriel starts moving, but he does not let go of Jack’s package. He does change his grip a little bit, spreading his fingers apart to let the raisin cock slip between them. He pinches the hard little nub between two knuckles. It’s not a painful sensation, there’s not enough pressure to make it one, but there is enough to let Jack feel for the first time in decades like he is fucking something.

Gabriel fucks him, jostling his body in the process, and lets his micro erection rub against his fingers.

Jack feels like he is losing his mind, breathing into his palms, and staring wide-eyed up at Gabriel throning over him.

“There you go… fuck, Jackie… you feel so incredible.”

Gabriel’s voice is strained, the hand bracing itself on the back of Jack’s thigh, digging its fingers in more tightly as he keeps fucking straight down and into Jack’s guts.

He looks ecstatic as he gazes down at Jack, eyes wandering over his curled up body like he’s seeing something phenomenal. As if Jack’s old man body was something Gabriel actively desired.

Maybe he does.

No… definitely.

Jack starts to relax, pale eyes on Gabriel the whole time, little groans of pleasure fucked out of him by the fat cock in his guts and the warm hand around his junk. Keeping him nice and secure.

He does not know whether it is the way he looks, or the way he feels, but something seems to finally satisfy Gabriel. He pauses, then begins to slowly rearrange their bodies, somehow managing to keep deep inside Jack.

He has to let go of Jack’s junk, but that is a small price to pay for the fact that Jack now can be fucked in missionary and is able to hug Gabriel to his body as he gets deep dicked slow and… loving.

Gabriel trails leisurely kisses against Jack’s shoulder and neck, then drags their cheeks together.

He grinds in deep, stops, cock flexing inside Jack and belly pressing down almost painfully against the micro dick.

Stars explode in front of Jack’s eyes as he comes, pumping out cream that smears between their bellies. There’s a roar in his ears, heat washing through his body. He loses himself for a while. Seconds? Minutes? He can’t tell.

By the time he comes back to himself and is able to breathe, he realizes he’s scratched Gabriel’s back up something fierce. He carefully pulls his short nails out of his skin and blinks up at him come dumb and relaxed for the first time in a very long while.

(McCree always told him it’d improve his attitude if he just got fucked for once.)

Gabriel is panting softly next to his ear. Maybe he’s come sometime during Jack’s orgasm. He can’t recall.

“I love you, Jackie,” he rasps softly. “So damn much.”

Jack closes his eyes, the last tangled up bits in his belly unfurling. He hugs Gabriel to himself.

#cyberratting writes stuff #reaper/soldier76 #reaper76 #r76 #micro cock

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blackfiire · 5 years ago

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Cont. x | @stagekiller

Frankly, he revealed more to her than what she was expecting. Then again, it could be the aid of jack swirling around in his glass. God, he was reckless. She almost---ALMOST---felt sorry for him. Though not enough to care about how the topic of his "'Miah" rattled him.

She notes his body language; how visibly uncomfortable he appeared, how a faint glimmer of deep-seeded hurt flickered its way into consciousness before dying down. He almost looked HUMAN for a minute, which was shocking in that notion. Again, perhaps due to the aid of alcohol running through his veins.

In summary, "Jeremiah" was someone of utmost importance to him. Someone who left him alone when he needed him most--or what she gathered from his unusual wording.

It was funny. Blackfire cared so little about an individual's history, no matter how heart-breaking and horrifying it was. Had she just met Jerome, there was not a doubt in her mind she'd have taken his pain and threw it back in his face for amusement sake. Maybe the want to was still there. He deserved it, clearly. Plus, it seemed fun to break what is already broken.

Alas, she finds herself mute on those attempts. Ugh. She was getting soft.

The kick to the cultist's cheek snaps her out of her daze, a thought suddenly coming to surface when Jerome attempts to entice her with angel dust. What would he do if she told him her experience with a "Jeremiah" found lurking outside of a maze who prompted her to stop following Jerome? Should she tell him? Or was that just useless information he needn't waste his time on? She felt an odd sense of curiosity to delve further into Jerome's past. Mayhap it was just how he expressed his woes, using choice words to lure you in and ask for more.

He certainly appeared like he was struggling to keep up appearances. Like this conversation didn’t bother him any, but something did. Huh.

What a shock.

If she hadn't been frowning already, she certainly was now. Even the kick to the face didn’t so much as gain the tug of her lips, no. She was left with swirling thoughts and questions she wanted to ask. Of course she doubts Jerome would comply and make this easy. He never made anything easy. But if their alliance was going to be sealed, she wanted to know who she was bargaining with.

Gazing over the perfectly cut lines on the table, Blackfire readies a rolled up hundred dollar bill---only to pause, her large eyes staring directly into Jerome's lifeless sage colored pools of green before replying. "Without your..."'Miah", you drowned and died in your sorrow. That certainly explains why you aren’t here and why I could never get a read on you, you tub of booze.~" She leans over on the table, curious eyes never breaking contact... “And I ask, who...are you?"

She smiles, retreating back into her seat without giving him time to answer, her attention now focused on the equipment he brought up earlier, “In regards to the weaponry, you’re going to have to go through some special training to wield them properly. They aren’t like your usual firearms with a trigger to squeeze. You’re also going to need more than just a confession and my favorite ‘silly powder’ to use my equipment, Sweetface. I do have a suggestion however, if you’re willing to lend a little alien an ear?~”

#ᴠ. ﹙ Gᴏᴛʜᴀᴍ ﹚ ﹣ ·Yᴏᴜʀ ᴄʀɪᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴠᴀɪɴ.·#﹙ Tʜᴇ Rᴇᴊᴇᴄᴛs ﹚ ﹣ “A sᴏᴍʙᴇʀ ᴡᴀʟᴛᴢ; ᴀ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴅᴏʟʟ ﹠ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴅ ᴄʟᴏᴡɴ.” - stagekiller #drugs mention #drugs tw

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trickstercaptain-archive · 7 years ago

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‟ And have you considered her feelings in all of this? Didn’t think so. ” With a wide, sweeping gesture, Jack indicated his admittedly modest ship with the arch of a brow. Against all odds, the Dying Gull had actually floated, but even he had to admit that jumping overboard and swimming to this bloody Trident would likely be quicker than the speed she was currently making. Still, no captain could let a slight to his ship go without a response -- and besides, he was rather fond of her, sans the name. ‟ She is a perfectly seaworthy vessel... if in need of some refitting. ” He would have paid for that with the money from Saint Martin’s vault, but alas, they’d all have to make do with what they had.

@etchedinfire cont.

#etchedinfire #etchedinfire: carina smyth #v; bad luck dogs you day and night #lmfao I went with insulting the gull #jack voice boats have feelings >:(((((

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cruisingwiththecropps-blog · 7 years ago

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Chill Day in Banff cont.

Kevin also got a haircut yesterday. We all need haircuts, but I wasn’t going to trust a barber. I also may need a few highlights as well. Day said to me, “But I thought people paid good money for the dark roots and lighter on the bottom.” It is definitely time for some personal maintenance, but alas it will have to wait.

Doesn’t his haircut look handsome?

We went back out looking for more animals at sunset. This is Two Jack Lake.

We were surprised the big horned rams were gone as they seemed to always be in the same spot. As do the elk. It is like they talk to each other, and say things like ok guys here come the tourists, show time!

Truth be told, most tourist seem to be not so smart about the animals and get way too close. Makes me and Day nervous.

#cruisingwiththecropps #banff national park #canada #twojacklake #bighornram #travel #winnebago #winnebagolife #lakes

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weaselbeaselpants · 8 years ago

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Music Video/Storyboard Script: A Gorey Demise

This isn’t even the final draft and, like In the Backseat, you’ll see a much cleaner version down the road. For now bare witness to the bones of what became the highlight of my mini drama portfolio, ft. characters from The Nightmare Before Christmas and a song by Creature Feature.

Read Below

“A Gorey Demise” Music Video Screenplay

Song by Creature Feature. Characters owned by Touchstone and Walt Disney Entertainment. Creation credited to Tim Burton and Deane Taylor.

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-CUT TO: Title on a black background (echoing the opening credits of “The Cabinet of Dr. Cagliari”). The title fades-

(INT.) HALLOWEEN TOWN HALL

There is a feast going on and many of the Halloween Town citizens are there in attendance.

The exact citizens include: Two Witch Sisters, one tall and grey and the other small with green skin; A Wolfman in a flannel shirt; A unicycling Clown with sharp teeth and pink polka dots; A skinny Cyclops cat-creature with an overbite; four Vampire Brothers; a Demon with fury arms, scaly skin, detachable jaw and tentacles on it’s head; a Melting Man; a red Devil; and an Undersea woman -

MISC. VOICES

“Aha! Hello Everyone. I thought this was a party! Who made the Jellybean spiders?” CONT~

-CUT TO: They are eating a collection of grotesque things such as dead animals, garbage, candy, and what looks like slime, and they are drinking red wine (or possibly blood). The Chandelier on the ceiling matches the same motif as the candles on the table: that of spiders whose legs are the candleholders. The hall the dinner party is being held in is decorated with portraits on one side while the other shows a view to a stormy night outside. The wall behind the foot of the table has a long portrait of a skeleton man in the drabs of a plague doctor (it’s Jack Skellington) with a ghost dog at his feet.

The citizens of Halloween Town continue their ramble with each other before the Mayor of Halloween town, a man shaped like a spinning top with a long hat and two-toned eyes, walks into center frame and sits at the empty seat at the end of the table (a seat made to perfectly encompass his huge hat) -

MAYOR

All right, everybody sit down, quiet down, and listen up. I brought you all here to recite the annual obituaries.

CUT TO: Right side of the table, where Clown, the Witches, Wolfman, Cyclops, and the Melting Man are sitting

CUT TO: The Left side of the table where sits the Vampire Brothers, the Undersea Gal, the Devil, and the Demon. Like every year we'll start with A and end with Z.

CUT BACK TO FOOT OF TABLE: The Mayor pulls out a large book and opens it up. He looks to the side-

MAYOR

Alright, is the band ready?

(pan out) - A band of monsters holding up their instruments. There is a Sax Player with a shrunken head, a Cello player with bulging eyes and a Human Head inside his cello, and a tall Accordion Player with broad shoulders and tiny eyes-

ACCORDIAN PLAYER

Ready!

MAYOR

Alright, hit it Boyles! (cut)

HEAD INSIDE THE CELLO (Boyles)

One, and a two-

-The band begins to play-

-The monster guests move too and throw with the music. (Overhead cut) The Mayor opens a scroll where the obituaries are illustrated-

(The pictures are in a different, less detailed, “sweeter” style than the rest of the film, akin to Edward Gorey or The Peanuts. For Verses 1 and 2, each character singing holds up the animated illustration in their hands for the other guests to see, though in Verse 2 the other citizens the pictures are not animated, rather the monsters hold them up and mimic the child’s death)

Verse 1-

MAYOR

A is for Amber who drowned in a pool.

Pic: A smiling girl jumps in a pool, but doesn’t resurface.

CLOWN

B is for Billy who was eaten by ghouls.

Pic: A boy is chased offscreen by a hoard of zombies.

TALL WITCH

C is for Curt with disease in the brain.

Pic: A smiling boy’s head starts to swell and then blows up.

SHORT WITCH

D is for Daniel derailed on a train.

Pic: A smiling child walks across some train tracks and is flattened by a cute little engine with a face.

WOLFMAN

E is for Eric who's buried alive.

Pic: A gravestone with ‘Eric’ sticks out of the ground. The pic turns into a wide shot where we see Eric is screaming underground.

CYCLOPS

F is for Frank who was stabbed through the eye.

Pic: A boy runs with scissors before tripping and impaling himself in the eye.

MELTING MAN

G is for Greg who’s sealed in a tomb.

Pic: A mummy chases a boy into a tomb.

MAYOR

H is for Heather whose face was exhumed.

Pic: A little girl looks into a bottle of embalming fluid. It desintegrates her face.

(cut) The monsters are banging their folks and spoons on the table and swishing back cups of whine as they sing.

ALL

One by one we bite the dust, Kick the bucket and begin to rust, Give up the ghost when your number's up, We all fall down! ALL

(cut) Right side

Ashes to ashes, bones to paste, You whither away in your resting place.

(cut) Left side

Eternity in a wooden case We all fall down!

The Accordion Player swings to the Cello player and they play in unison, before the Accordion player swings the other way to the Sax Player and does the same as before for the small musical interlude.

Verse 2-

TALL VAMP

I is for Isaac who lost his front brakes.

Pic: A little boy’s bike swerves out of control and throws him offscreen.

SMALL VAMP

J is for John who was bitten by snakes.

Pic: A boy is handling a snake, which jumps up and bites his head.

LARGE VAMP

K is for Kimmy was shot in the head.

Pic: A little girl and her brother are playing with a rifle. The brother accidently fires and shoots the girls head off.

SHORT VAMP

L is for Larry who bled and bled.

Pic: A boy cries with all his limbs torn off and bleeding, ala Monty Python and the Holy Grail.

SHORT VAMP

M's for Marie who was burned to a crisp.

Pic: A little girl starts a match before catching ablaze.

LARGE BRO

N is for Nick who was pummeled by fists.

Pic: A little boy in boxing clothes gear up to fight before being crushed underneath a giant hand.

SMALL BRO

O is for Olive who lived life too fast.

Pic: A little girl holds onto a rocket, which goes so fast that her skin, hair, and eyes fall out.

TALL BRO

P is for Pat who swallowed some glass!

Pic: A boy eats a glass swan and swallows, before making a disgruntled face.

-CUT TO: A rat crawls from the portrait behind the Mayor and leaps onto the chandelier over the table- ALL (SIDE ONE)

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

The citizens bang their drinks on the table. The chandelier shakes and the rat falls from the chandelier and into the soup dish of the Cyclops.

ALL (SIDE TWO)

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

The laughing continues and the Cyclops takes a sip of his soup (with the rat inside his spoon). A moment after putting the rat in his mouth, the Cyclops realizes that he has eaten something and spits out the rat, which scrambles for breath on the floor.

MAYOR

Alrighty lads, altogether now! ALL

One by one we bite the dust, Kick the bucket and begin to rust, Give up the ghost when your number's up, We all fall down! ALL

Ashes to ashes, bones to paste, You whither away in your resting place, Eternity in a wooden case, We all fall down!

Verse 3-

DEMON Q is for Quentin who took the wrong trail

Pic: A boy goes down a pathway in the woods. His bones come spitting out the other trail.

TALL WITCH R is for Riana who rotted in jail

Pic: A little girl looks frightened as the bars close before her.

DEVIL S is for Steve who was shot by a bow

Pic: A boy is eating an apple when he is suddenly shot through the head by an arrow.

UNDERSEA GAL T is for Tory who froze in the snow

Pic: A little girl shivering in a barren, snowy landscape

CLOWN U is for Uric who was trampled by hooves

Pic: A boy dressed as a jockey lets open a stable and is crushed by enormous horses.

WOLFMAN V is for Vanessa who fell off a roof

Pic: A girl with a cape on jumps off a roof as if she was Superman only to realize her mistake as she’s falling.

CYCLOPS W is for Will who was hit by a car

Pic: A boy doesn’t look both ways before crossing the street and is flattened.

VAMPIRES X is for Xavier who sunk in the tar

Pic: A little boy screams for help as he sinks amongst a bunch of dinosaur bones.

SHORT WITCH Y is Yessy who fell from a plane.

Pic: A little girl screams as she falls hundreds of feet through the air.

MAYOR

And Z is for Zack who simply went…

The Mayor points to the accordion player, who finishes the final two notes.

ALL

Insane!

(they all cackle uncontrollably)

- CUT TO BLACK

#script #screenplay #writing #the nightmare before christmas #nightmare before christmas #music video script #storyboard script #fanvideo #assignment

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madeinpop · 8 years ago

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Made In PoP ® > eventi Rock in Veneto > settimana dal 13 al 19 Aprile 2017 > stagione 14

Ciao Ciao Made-In-PoPpers, siamo giusnti al gran finale delle selezioni regionali dell'Arezzo Wave, anche quest'anno il livello è molto alto e noi di Made In PoP saremo in finale come giuidicie ci permettiamo di dire che non sarà facile, voi venite a sostenere perchè ne varrà la pena. CHECcO & LoRIS «Sostenete la Musica, Andate ai Concerti» ► evento Made In PoP ◄ → 15 APRILE 2017 ← ▲ AREZZO WAVE Love Festival presso ALTROQUANDO Osteria Musicale v.Corniani 32 SANT'ALBERTO di Zero Branco (Tv). dalle 21:00 serata finale delle selezioni per il Veneto, si parte presto perchè il livello è alto e saranno impegnate ben cinque band: BAD PRITT, HIT-KUNLE, LUNAR DUMP, MOPLEN e TALK to HER, partecipate perchè tutte meritano tanto ! ci sarà anche un piccolo show dei GINAH, band che ha vinto le selezione nel 2016. dettagli evento > https://www.facebook.com/events/331157997282578/ ► La SETTIMANA ◄ ► GIOVEDÌ 13 APRILE 2017 ▲ CA'SANA CiboArteCultura via SS. Fabiano e Sebastiano 13 PADOVA ospiti questa sera saranno gli ottimi LAINO & Broken Seeds rock blues, in giro a presentare il loro primo disco. ▲ TOCCHETTO Osteria via Risorgimento 37 MONTEBELLUNA (Tv) Tokket night dedicate alla musica indipendente, stasera suoneranno le band local MACCHIAVELLI e LE METONIMIE. ▲ DAI KANKARI Osteria via Fossadonne 93 MARANO di Mira (Ve) qui a presentare il loro recente album "'NDAR" ci saranno RACHELE COLOMBI e MIRANDA CORTES. ▲ POMOPERO osteria creativa via Castelletto 84 BREGANZE (Vi) festeggia i propri 17 anni di attività, ospitando il concerto per The SHALALALAS dream folk duo romano. ▲ TERZO PONTE via Ceramica 7 BASSANO del Grappa (Vi) a presentare il nuovo materiale sarà qui il duo DAIANA LOU, già protagonisti di X Factor dieci. ▲ Club IL GIARDINO via Cao del Prà 82 LUGAGNANO di Sona (Vr) ospite del Verona Prog Fest sarà il TONI PAGLIUCA, celebre membro de Le Orme, con il suo trio. ▲ JACK the RIPPER pub via Nuova 9 RONCÀ (Vr) si esibirà il cantautore MOSÈ SANTAMARIA, già finalista del Premio Tenco. ► VENERDÌ 14 APRILE 2017 ▲ Circolo QUADRO piazza F.Facchetti 18 CITTADELLA (Pd) serata di rock psychedelico, con gli alto-vicentini TEMPLE MANTRA e da Israele gli ottimi OUZO BAZOOKA. ▲ LABORATORIO Culturale I’M via Brustolon 3 ABANO Terme (Pd) Revel night volume 6 festival dell'etichetta Jetglow, in collaborazione con Deesa Joe, suoneranno i tosti LITTLE BOY LOST stoner i CORNEA postrock e i cazzuti CAPOBRANCO alt/rock. ▲ Circolo NADIR piazza Gasparotto 10 PADOVA farewell tour per i MONDO NAIF che salutano le scene in compagnia stasera del duo BOLOGNA VIOLENTA. ▲ BISTROCK via Rometta 13 San MARTINO di Lupari (Pd) contaminazione stilistica tra il funk e il jazz con l'afrobeat per i ME & the MODULAR ENSEMBLE, un tributo all'Africa. ▲ MAME Arci Club via Fra Paolo Sarpi 48 PADOVA in collaborazione con HolyMold i concerti per The MECHANICAL TALES postrock e il grande ABOVE The TREE, a seguire wave pride djset. ▲ BARUFFA Cafè viale Porta Adige 91 ROVIGO (Ro) finale della rassegna Rock in Progress con la supervisione delle Scarlet Brigade, si esibiranno quattro band, HE COMES LATER (Bo/deathcore) TALK to HER (Pd/indie/wave) ENKELVAG (Pd/wave/synth) LEONORA ELKO (Fe/Ro/alt/rock). ▲ ALTROQUANDO Osteria Musicale v.Corniani 32 SANT'ALBERTO di Zero Branco (Tv) preview del Maximum fest con questo power trio teutonico, i DAILY THOMPSON stoner superfuzz. ▲ Spazio MAVV via del Gelsolino 43 VITTORIO Veneto (Tv) stasera qui le milanesi KILLIN'BAUDELAIRE che unisco rock/alt/hardrock ad una passione per la letteratura. ▲ EDEN Cafè via XV Luglio TREVISO stasera qui la fantastica cantautrice, pianista e ballerina DEBORA PETRINA, stimatissima da David Byrne. ▲ OUTSIDER Pub via S.Cassiano 72 QUINTO di Treviso (Tv) festa per i trent'anni d'attività del cantautore LELE CROCE rock/blues/folk accompagnato dalla sua gang e diversi ospiti sul palco. ▲ LIGHTHOUSE Pub via Noalese Sud 2 NOALE (Ve) stasera qui il tropical rock di HIT-KUNLE sonorità accattivanti per un benessere assicurato, scaldano i motori in vista della finale di Arezzo Wave Veneto 2017 del giorno dopo. ▲ MORION Laboratorio Occupato salizada S.Francesco della Vigna Castello VENEZIA cucina a km 0, libreria indipendente e la musica dei JOE STRAY manouche gipsy jazz. ▲ KAOSKALMO via Stazione S.STINo di Livenza (Ve) per la rassegna KaosLive suoneranno qui stasera La CANTINACCIA gruppo che mescola blues, twist, rock, ska a delle sane radici venete. ▲ ARCADIA Csa via Lago di Tovel 18 SCHIO (Vi) evento Pasqua Pagana in collaborazione Vicenza Hardcore prima serata con le band HIEROPHANT, PLEBEIAN GRANDSTAND (Fra), FALL of MINERVA, TRIRST PRAYER, ORGAN e The MILD, arrivate presto. ▲ GROOVE Bar via Martiri della Libertà LUGO di Vicenza (Vi) festa di riapertura dopo il rinnovo locale con gli anconetani The GENTLEMENS mighty rock sound sixties oriented. ▲ CRE-TA Live via Ca'Baroncello 6 S.GIUSEPPE di Cassola (Vi) release party per i MALUS ANTLER psych/prog/rock che presentano il loro "Osimandia" in compagnia de La FESTA degli IMPICCATI indie. ▲ URBAN Center via Porto di Brenta BASSANO del Grappa (Vi) dalle 21:00 evento Aspettando Piazza di Brenta con ospite JULIA KENT artista canadese che produce un sound cinematico e impressionista con il suo violoncello e altre "diavolerie", in collaborazione con EveryWhereGigs. ▲ BOCCIODROMO via A.Rossi 198 VICENZA sono in tour per celebrare 25 anni di attività e presentando il disco nuovo, sono gli storici LOS FASTIDIOS punk-OI! stradaiolo, in apertura CIEMMERS punk-ultrà da gradinata. ▲ LA MESA Nuovo Circolo via L.Da Vinci 54 MONTECCHIO Maggiore (Vi) dall'Abbruzzo di passaggio qui i DEATHWOOD e il loro horrorpunk. ▲ LUCA's Bar via jolanda 122 STROPPARI di Tezze di Brenta (Vi) il live inizia presto, alle ore 20:30 e suoneranno JESSIE & the Hot Nuts jazz/blues/boogie tradizionale. ▲ BOSTON SQUARE viale Brenta 70 TEZZE sul Brenta (Vi) stasera qui band tre band STARSICK SYSTEM, poi FEARFUL BONSHAKE! ed ETERNAL DOUBT . ▲ TERZO PONTE via Ceramica 7 BASSANO del Grappa (Vi) alt rock farcito di elettronica per i KATRINE HASH. ▲ Osteria S'CIAVINARO via E.Pertini 15 VOLPINO di Zimella (Vr) cena con l'artista e concerto per LEONARDO MARIA FRATTINI lo swingautore. ▲ IL TRENTA feelgood bar via XXX Maggio 21 PESCHIERA del Garda (Vr) elettropop per il trio LA SORTE. �� Colorificio KROEN via Pacinotti 19 Zai VERONA serata in collaborazione con MORSE, dedicata ala musica sperimentale e d'avanguardia, protagonisti sul palco STEVE HAUSCHILDT (Kranky/Us) STROMBOLI (It) e EVEREST MAGMA (Boring Machines, It). ▲ COHEN music pub via Scarsellini 9 San Zeno VERONA dal Canadaarriverà la giovane e brava cantautrice KELLY SLOAN. ► SABATO 15 APRILE 2017 ▲ Circolo QUADRO piazza F.Facchetti 18 CITTADELLA (Pd) serata Soviet Studio Dischi con presentazione disco "E' difficile trovarsi" per BOB BALERA, in apertura il giovane CORVO. ▲ LABORATORIO Culturale I’M via Brustolon 3 ABANO Terme (Pd) da Milano arrivano i giovani REVO FEVER mentre dalla MotorCity italica, ma veneto d'origine, il mitico KRANO folk minimale, con band. ▲ GRIND HOUSE via Longhin 37 PADOVA serata Monsters & Core HC vs Rap si esibiranno TUTTO BRUCIA, FADE to RAGE, DAMN CITY (Bo), The END at the BEGINNING, NECRONEPHILIM. ▲ RICKY’s Pub via Commerciale 12 ABBAZIA PISANI di Villa del Conte (Pd) sonorità potenti questa sera con i live per FORKLIFT ELEVATOR e 8FULSTRIKE. ▲ NASTY BOYS Saloon via Pellicciaio 4 TREVISO alternative rock mescolato a richiami blues per gli ottimi The WILD SCREAM. ▲ DUMP galleria Bailo 7 TREVISO a presentare il loro nuovo lavoro saranno qui gli IYV storica band alternative rock trevisana. ▲ AL GAMBERO Ombreria Hamburgheria via Marconi 290 CEGGIA (Ve) a Zèia c'è del punk, due band sul palco, i giovani RIKY & the KIDS e i consolidati DOUBLE SWINDLE. ▲ PERIFERIA Pub via Puccini MARTELLAGO (Ve) concerto "casalingo" per i COM2YOU pop/rock/white funk dal gusto seventies. ▲ Cso RIVOLTA via Fratelli bandiera 45 MARGHERA (Ve) warm up del Venice Hardcore Fest con un sacco di band ad alternarsi sul palco, dalle 20:30 CONFINE +Dr.ZAIUS +SWALLOW +WITHOUT WHISTLE +OAKEN +CULT of GRACE +CIORAN +BUSTED OUT +YOUNG BLOOD +The MILD. ▲ ARCADIA Csa via Lago di Tovel 18 SCHIO (Vi) evento Pasqua Pagana in collaborazione Vicenza Hardcore seconda serata superpotente con i mitici OVO, gli eroi locali ETEREA pOsT bOnG bAnD e ALFAMONX, UGO e PLASMAPHOBIKA. ▲ VINILE Club via Capitano Alessio 94 ROSÀ (Vi) Sorry Mom presenta la serata "School of Rock" con ben cinque band, LOSING BREATH (Vi/alt/rock) SIX IMPOSSIBLE THINGS (Lo/emo/punk) TFV (Re/penk/melodic/hc) SMOKEY PUNCH (Pr/punk/pop/rock) GUNASH (Cn/rock/alt/postgrunge). ▲ CENTRO STABILE di CULTURA via Leogra SAN VITO di Leguzzano (Vi) evento di musica rituale, protagonisti i collettivo russo PHURPA sviluppo e recupero di musica sciamanica e tantrica, più KHN'SHS musica per subconscio. ▲ VIAROMA17 via Roma 17 DUEVILLE (Vi) tornano ad imperversare in Italia The EMBROOKS leggendaria band freakbeat inglese, da non perdere. ▲ LA MESA Nuovo Circolo via L.Da Vinci 54 MONTECCHIO Maggiore (Vi) evento dei Montecio Cool kids che ospitano le band ISOTOPES baseball punkrock dal Canada e i RATBONES (Ge). ▲ CRE-TA Live via Ca'Baroncello 6 S.GIUSEPPE di Cassola (Vi) prima edizione del DOOM's Day dedicato a sonorità stoner/doom/sludge/postmetal SHE LOVES PABLO (Croazia) OBESE (Olanda) INVIDIA (It) MERTEGEMINI (It). ▲ MALACARNE BarAssociazione via S.Vitale 14 VERONA ultima data del primo tour solista per TOBJAH leader dei C+C=Maxigross, in giro assieme all'amico MILES COOPER SEATON (Akron/Family). ▲ JACK the RIPPER pub via Nuova 9 RONCÀ (Vr) dalla Germania con il loro fuzz/stoner rock per i DAILY THOMPSON. ▲ COHEN music pub via Scarsellini 9 San Zeno VERONA qui stasera gli artisti australiani RACHEL SNOW e TIM Mc MILLIAN folk/pop/rock. ▲ Colorificio KROEN via Pacinotti 19 Zai VERONA serata Get Wild con il garage punk dei brasiliani The BALCK NEEDLES e in apertura EL CONQUISTADOR lofi blues punk. ► DOMENICA 16 APRILE 2017 ▲ PUNKY REGGAE Pub via Barbarigo 15 LIEDOLO di S.ZENONE degli Ezzelini (Tv) puntualissimi alle 17 aperitivo con presentazione disco "Detach" per gli INVERTED MATTER, death metal. ▲ Circolo QUADRO piazza F.Facchetti 18 CITTADELLA (Pd) dalle 18 selezioni Arezzo Wave per la sezione Music School, si sfideranno Tommaso DUGATO e La LIBERTÀ in OFFERTA. ▲ GROOVE Bar via Martiri della Libertà LUGO di Vicenza (Vi) pasqua acustica in compagnia del bravissimo cantautore PIETRO BERSELLI, che recentemente ha pubblico il suo primo album via Sotterranei, a seguire Bob Rage djset. ▲ GOTO STORTO via Villanova 8 TREBASELEGHE (Pd) aperitivo pasquale con il trio berlinese St.BEAUFORT, per loro folk-bluegrass. ▲ DIRTMOR via Pisa 13 TREVISO dalle 19:00 tornano gli eventi Dirtmor, avanguardia, musica sperimentale, nuove frontiere, gli artisti in causa saranno Golden Teeth, LWHS, Sissy Biasin, Xen Stream e Modes. ▲ IL TRENTA feelgood bar via XXX Maggio 21 PESCHIERA del Garda (Vr) questa sera showcase acustico con le glorie locali CACTUS QUILLERS. ▲ IMBaRAZZO via Villabozza 24 TAVO di Vigodarzere (Pd) session unplugged pasquale con i BLOODY MILLIONAIRE e il loro roots rock. ▲ RICKY’s Pub via Commerciale 12 ABBAZIA PISANI di Villa del Conte (Pd) Easter punk'n'roll con i gruppi ANOMIC SUICIDE e i NORTH EAST REBEL. ▲ GRIND HOUSE via Longhin 37 PADOVA grande evento pasquale dedicato all'hardrock glam con ospiti da Chicago gli storici ENUFF Z'NUFF con loro anche i losangelini VENREZ a seguire party tematico. ▲ LA MESA Nuovo Circolo via L.Da Vinci 54 MONTECCHIO Maggiore (Vi) serata benefit per gli indagati dell'operazione Panico con le band PESTE hc NO FLY ZONE punk/hc/Torino e ALGAKOMBU femminist/punk/Bolo. ▲ ARCADIA Csa via Lago di Tovel 18 SCHIO (Vi) evento Pasqua Pagana in collaborazione Vicenza Hardcore ultima sguaiata serata con i fantastici BEE BEE SEA (Bs/Mn) i fighi SWEAT (Roma) poi SINGLES, ANDREA TURBO & the Stars e la bravissima LIL'ALICE. ▲ TOTEM Club via Vecchia Ferriera 135 VICENZA classico evento pasquale Das Bunker serata goth/dark/wave che vedrà protagonisti del live i mitici turchi SHE PAST AWAY! a seguire djset di qualità assoluta per EMY Night Breeze, Whipping boy e LENZ ex-Voto. ► LUNEDÌ 17 APRILE 2017 ▲ ALTROQUANDO Osteria Musicale v.Corniani 32 SANT'ALBERTO di Zero Branco (Tv) classico evento di Pasquetta, il MAXIMUM Fest giunto alla X° edizione e organizzato da GO DOWN Records, si parte alle 14 e suoneranno GLI AVVOLTOI, CUT, LILI REFRAIN, DIPLOMATICS, RETURN from the GRAVE, HARMONIC PILLOW, GUNASH, MAD DOGS, VIRTUAL TIME e ROCKER's GUITAR, djset il mitico HENRY Lazzeri. ▲ SIE GAI Greaser bar via Cavalieri Vittorio Veneto ROSÀ (Vi) giornata dedicata al mondo rock&roll rockabilly dei fifties con macchine americane, bbq, barber shop, vintage market, djset e il live per The ROTTEN ROCKERS. ▲ Anfiteatro del VENDA via Sottovenda 54 GALZIGNANO Terme (Pd) dalle 15 riparte la stagione del Venda, EveryWhereGigs vi invita ai live del newyorkese STEVE GUNN e gli israeliani OUZO BAZOOKa, attenzione che i posti sono limitati e le prevendite stanno esaurendo a vista d'occhio. ► MARTEDÌ 18 APRILE 2017 ▲ AI BILIARDI calle dello Spezier 1253 ponte delle Guglie Canareggio VENEZIA direttamente dalla valle dei Joshua Tree, California con la loro psichedelia, i SUGAR CANDY MOUNTAIN. ► MERCOLEDÌ 19 APRILE 2017 ▲ GOTO STORTO via Villanova 8 TREBASELEGHE (Pd) si esibiranno qui gli artisti australiani RACHEL SNOW e TIM Mc MILLIAN folk/pop/rock. ▲ SHERWOOD Open Live vicolo Pontecorvo PADOVA dalle 19 aperitivo km zero e dalle 21 il concerto della bravissima cantautrice LIL'ALICE. ▲ HUB Culture, music and sport via Valeri 9 PADOVA colletivo L'ECO organizza The Stoned Rabbit party con i live per TON TEMRE ANTROPOS e TALK to HER finalisti Arezzo Wave Veneto 2017. ▲ MAME Arci Club via Fra Paolo Sarpi 48 PADOVA due gruppi leggendari della scena punk, The EXPLOITED e The CASUALITIES + guest, verificate disponibilità di prevendite. ▲ RICKY’s Pub via Commerciale 12 ABBAZIA PISANI di Villa del Conte (Pd) uno dei posti più rock&roll del Veneto festeggia tredic'anni d'attività con djset rock di Azafuse, viva Annina e Paoletta. ▲ LA GABBIA Bar via Duomo 30 LEGNAGO (Vr) stasera qui, con il loro combact folk/alternative, gli ALAN FREN. • http://shyrec.bandcamp.com/ • https://telegram.me/madeinpop/ • https://www.facebook.com/NewsletterMadeinpop/ • https://www.facebook.com/Shyrec/ • https://www.facebook.com/threeblackbirdsfree/

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