#Alex Atchely

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Queen Bee-atch III (Regina George x reader)

These chapters have been up on ao3 and wattpad but I figured i'd put them here as well.

Warnings: Cursing, use of F-slur but its kind of stupid so dont worry

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“You look like hell.” It was Thursday and Janis had invited you over. “Thanks,” you mumble out while pushing past her into her house. You could navigate her house blind, it's basically your second home now. You go into her room and flop straight into her bed. “You still having trouble sleeping?” Janis asks while plopping down onto the floor. She was surrounded by music sheets and crumpled up paper, her guitar on the ground next to her. You sluggishly sit up and look at her, “Yeah, I just can’t stop thinking.” “About what?” “Nothing, I don’t know,” You push the palms of your hands against your eyes.

You and Janis have weekly jam sessions. Chilling with your best friend and learning new songs to play together was your favorite pastime. Damien joins occasionally and sings along since you and Janis can’t sing for shit. At least you think so.

“Let’s just find a song then you can nap on my bed or something.” Janis proposes. Getting up, you pick up the acoustic guitar at the corner of the room and make your way to where she was seated. This week was your turn to pick a song.

“You’ll love this song. I discovered it recently and-”

“It’s Alex G again, isn't it? The chords he uses are so weird!”

“Yeah but-”

“Please tell me you have another song.”

You sigh, “I really thought you’d agree to that one. Let’s just play ‘Where is Your Mind’ or something.”

Janis is tuning her guitar when you get a text from your mother.

-We’re going shopping. I expect you to be at the mall in 20 minutes.-

You groan and lay your whole body onto the ground. “I know I’m already here but can I get a raincheck on the session? My mom is dragging me to go shopping” You sigh while getting up. “Yeah, no worries.” Janis replies, unbothered. God you really needed to sleep.

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“Seriously, mother?” Your mom was holding up a pink shirt with ‘baby gurlz’ plastered on the front. She had dragged you to the mall to upgrade your wardrobe. You needed new clothes because, according to your mother, you looked like an ‘emo beggar’. Your mother rolls her eyes “You dress like a hobo that lives at Hot Topic, baby. No offense.” It’s been 3 hours since you came in and you hadn’t found anything you liked. You take the shirt out of her hands and place it back on the rack.

“Can we just go home? I have an English test tomorrow and I haven’t started studying.” The lie comes out easily. In reality, you just wanted to nap. It’s been 3 days and you’ve gotten a total of 2 hours of sleep. A sigh comes out of your mothers mouth, “You know what, go sit in the car, you’re wearing whatever I buy you. Your outfit is going to be on your desk tomorrow morning.” She could buy you a dinosaur onesie and you wouldn’t care, you just wanted to nap.

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Unsurprisingly, the nap plan didn’t work out. You passed out eventually though, an hour before school, but at least it was something. You were now at your locker, clad in a white crop-top and baby blue skirt that was way too short. You hadn’t actually realized what your mother had picked out until a wide-eyed Damien grabbed your shoulder and dragged you to the bathroom. “Girl, what are you wearing? Also, did you lose weight?” You look at Damien confused, until you turn to the mirror. “Oh what the f-”

“Damien? What poor girl did you drag- the fuck?” Janis looks at you in shock, Cady standing behind her, while you stare back equally mortified. “You look like a pastel emo, dude.” Janis says while walking up to you and spinning you around. You stomp your foot. “Stop! I already feel bad enough.” You whine while pushing Janis off you and turning back to the mirror. Damien walks up behind you and stops your hands that were pulling at your shirt. “Girl you got bod, and those clothes lowkey look good on you.” Your eye roll is interrupted by the bell ringing. Shit.

Your thoughts start going crazy as you’re walking to English class. God they can see my legs! They probably know you don’t usually wear skirts. They’re probably all like: ‘look at her. You know she usually doesn’t wear skirts?’

Before you know it, you're sitting at your desk in English class, looking at your notebook. When did you get here? Huh, time flies when you’re having fun. You’re giggling at your own joke when you hear someone clearing their throat next to you. Regina?

“Did you hear anything I just said? Are you even actually physically present? It’s like I’m talking to a wall.” Regina raises an eyebrow waiting for a response. “Oh uh, hi.” You mumble out pathetically. She lets out a mocking ‘hi’ before continuing, “Anyways, I’ll pick you up after school for our project.” Project? What? You look up at the board and finally notice the list of instructions written down for a book report you had to do, with details of the partners the teacher had assigned. How much of the class had passed? Your question is answered when the bell signaling the end of the period rings.

You stand up too fast and start swaying before Regina gets up and holds you by your waist to steady you. “Woah there, slow down babe,” She pauses and looks you up and down. She bends down slightly to stare directly into your eyes and taps your cheek, “Cute outfit. See you after school.”

She packs her things and walks past you into the hallway.

You really need to sleep.

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It's like the bottom of your skirt was a mountain climber the way it kept hiking up with every step you took. At least it's almost the end of the day. One more period and you'd be on your way home. You were dragging your feet across the hall when you felt a slap on your ass. You turn around to see one of the jocks ,that you couldn't for the life of you remember the name of, smirking down at you.

Curse him out! Why are you just standing there? Your mouth flops open and closed like a fish, trying to come up with a devastating insult.

"F-Faggot."

...What the fuck? Your eyes widened. Before you could properly process what you said, you were pushed up against a locker with the jock impossibly close to you. "Say that again, slut." He grits his teeth, pushing you further into the locker. You're suddenly released and a very angry Regina was holding him by his shirt collar. "Apologize to her." You'd hate to be on the receiving end of the glare she's giving him. He scoffs, "You've gotten soft, Regina. Anyways, I was just giving her a compliment!" Regina's eyes somehow harden even more. "If the next words that come out of your mouth aren't an apology, Shane. I swear to god." His confidence falters and he eventually mumbles out an apology. "Walk away, and take your micro-penis with you."

Regina hears a giggle from below her and her eyes soften as she sees you on the floor. She helps you up and adjusts your clothes.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, it's whatever."

She stares at you for a second.

"Take out your phone."

"What? Why-"

She pulls your phone out of your hand.

"I'm putting in my number, idiot."

What?

"For the project? I'm picking you up after school, remember?"

"Oh yeah. Pfft. Totally."

Giving your phone back and rolling her eyes, she turns away and leaves. From the corner of your eye you catch Janis and Damien stomping over. "Dude, why were you talking to Regina? Also our plan is working, Caddy's growing on them." You look at Janis, confused before she continues, "You need to sleep dude. Whatever we have health together let's find Caddy and get to class." Damien puts his arm around you and you all start walking. "What were you talking about with Regina, by the way?" He questions while adjusting his arm around you, "We got paired up for a project. A book report or something." You avoid bringing up the fact that you got harassed.

You love Janis and Damien, truly, but they tend to be a little overprotective. "Hah! What a nightmare!" Janis laughs. You look down at the floor, your face turning slightly red, mumbling, "She isn't that bad." The conversation dies out as you approach the classroom, Cady greeting you at the door. "Hey! So, Aaron invited me to this Halloween party..." Cady's voice fades as you sit down and put your head down onto your desk.

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"Nice room, Blondie." You say, going further into Regina's room. She had been waiting for you outside the school in her convertible, making it impossible for you to get out of spending time with her. Despite her recent tolerability, you couldn't forget how she used to treat you.

Regina smiles, "Thanks, Y/N. It was my mom's but I made her trade it."

"Woah. 'Y/N'? Are you going soft on me, Blondie?"

"Shut up."

You walk around her room and spot a couple of vinyls. Green day? My Chemical Romance? The Yeah Yeah Yeahs? The Strokes! What!

"Blondie, you have taste?"

Regina flips around and stomps towards you, taking the 'Stereophonics' vinyl out of your hands. "Stop going through my shit, Gerard." Back to square one.

She watches you adjust your skirt and pull at your shirt uncomfortably. Walking into her closet, she finds a pair of shorts and a loose t-shirt she hadn't worn in years. You were awkwardly standing in the middle of her room before you felt a bunch of clothes hit your face.

The shock passes and you smile at her gratefully while she rolls her eyes and takes a seat at her desk. Should you go to her bathroom? Whatever, she's already seen you shirtless. Her face turns red while she pretends not to notice you changing in front of her. You finish up and take out your laptop, taking a seat on the floor. She swivels her chair to face you, "So, what book were you thinking?" You look up at her, slightly shocked. You didn't think she'd give you a choice.

"Oh. Uh. The Bell Jar?"

"Too bleak."

"It ends nicely though!"

"No! Pick something else."

"Okay, uh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation?" You propose with an eyebrow raised.

She glares at you.

"Are all the books you read just about mentally ill women?"

You sigh, "Pretty much. Oh! What about Matilda!"

She opens her mouth to argue, then pauses for a moment.

"Actually that doesn't sound too bad. Matilda it is."

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An hour passed before Regina looked up from her report and found you curled up on her floor, your laptop discarded to the side. After putting away your laptop, she approaches you and stares down at you. Hands on her hips, she looks around before letting out a breath and picking you up. "Gina?" You mumble out.

She shushes you and places you on her bed. "No. No, it's fine. I have to finish the report." Attempting to sit up, you whine when she pushes you back onto her bed. "We have a week till it's due. Rest." She leaves no room to argue as she tucks you in. "No! Oh wow. Your bed is so comfortable." Your eyes start drifting close and the last thing you see is Regina placing a kiss on your head.

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"I mean I've been dressing up as a mouse since freshman year, why would I change now?" Karen's voice takes you out of your blissful slumber. How long have you been asleep? "You're barely even a mouse, Karen." You could hear Gretchen reply. The sun had started setting, from what you could tell. You sit up, rubbing your eyes and looking around the room. Gretchen and Karen were sitting on the floor while Cady was laying above the sheets next to you. "Hey sleepyhead!" Cady pinches your cheek and tackles you when you try to push her away. She straddles your waist and starts tickling you. "Dude!...Stop!" You say in between giggles.

"What's going on here?" Regina must've been in the bathroom, "Finally up? I was getting ready to call the funeral house, Gerard." She was wearing sweatpants and a tank top. You accidentally glance down at her chest and turn away quickly, blushing, unaware of Regina's knowing smirk. She must've changed when you wear asleep.

Cady finally stops her assault on you. "Ha. Ha" You roll your eyes, moving to get up when Cady grabs your arm and pulls you back down, "Did you wrestle a bear or something?" Looking down to see what she was talking about, you notice a huge hand shaped bruise on your shoulder. You can feel everybody's eyes on you. "Oh, I fell during PE. It's nothing" You shrug her hand away and rub your shoulder, walking towards the walk-in closet, ignoring Regina's eyes burning a hole in your back. Bending down to pick up your clothes, a bright pink book catches your attention.

"Hey. Why didn't you tell Cady about Shane- No!" Regina's eyes widen as rushes towards you and pulls the book out of your hand. It's too late, your page had been the first one you found when you opened the book. Standing up, your voice wavers, "Thank you for being so accommodating, I'll get out of your hair now." You bump your shoulder into her getting out of the closet, hurting yourself more than her.

The silence that followed after you slammed the door on your way out was loud. Regina plops down next to Karen and Gretchen, Cady following after her. Running her hands through her hair, Regina sighs and stares at her bedroom door.

"Fuck."

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[sambroadlysbignaturals]

Peyton: "Literally me when Jack - alpha werewolf - emo - scary - if you see me smile in a fight... RUN. - single - straight - i love my mommy - badass"

Kat:       "STOP."

Alex:     "Yall are just jealous"

Kat:       "Maybe you should put your shirt back on ASSHOLE."

Alex:     "Bit-"

Peyton: "Guysss!! Stop fighting!! Kat, this isn't youuu!!"

Kat:       "bro not this again."

Peyton: "Where is the cutie kitty kat i used to knoooww?? I miss the old you!!'

Sam:     "this is literally why we broke up"

Peyton: "Please, Kat. I know you're still in there"

Kat:       "literally stfu you taste like shit"

Peyton: "If you're going to fight Alex, fight me first."

Kat:       "dude 💀"

Sam:      "PEYTON YOUR CRINGE IS CONTAGIOUS."

Peyton: "😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭"

Alex:     "i need to shit."

Sam:     "shit in my mouth"

Kat:      "that's kinky"

Sam:     "☹️"

Kat:      "peyton your cringe is rubbing off on us"

Peyton: "YOU GUY-"

Sam:     "ATCHOO!"

*silence*

Kat:      "Sam you r-"

Sam:     "ATCHOOOOOOO-UGH"

Peyton: "sam i wish you DIED in that fire"

Sam:     "DATS BEAN DOU'R STO BEA- ATCHOCOOOOOOOOUGHAHHHHHH"

Kat:      "gurl go get the fucking duct tape"

Peyton: "already on it"

Alex:     "But then I can't kiss hiiimm!"

Kat:      "good."

Sam:     "ATCHOO-uH. buCk" *snort*

Alex:    "but then we can't be famous with all the fanfics"

Kat:      "YOU GAYS ARE OVERRATED."

Sam:     "ATCHOOOO-doW" *fucking falls down*

Peyton: "SAM SHUT YOU'RE BITCHASS UP YOU HAVE L RIZZ"

Alex:     "💀"

Alex:     "BRO CAN I NOT DO THAT?"

Sam:     "ATCH- phHHHFFFT"

Peyton: "EW HE SNOTTED ALL OVER ME!!! THAt IS A BIG L"

[mercyofficial]

suck my burt

i hate my friends

[checkingoutforheroes]

Knock knock.

Y/n: Hello my fellow superfriends.

Kara: Good morning, Y/n.

Lena: Hey, morning.

Alex: Great. You're here. Now we just wait for Brainy and Nia.

Y/n smiling: Knock knock.

Alex sigh: Come on. It's 8 in the morning.

Kara grinning: Who's there?

Y/n: Atch.

Kara: Atch who?

Y/n: Bless you! *y/n & Kara laughing.

Lena to Alex: We work with children.

Y/n: You know you can laugh, Lena. Its not downgrading your reputation at all.

Lena: Smartass. *giggles

[todaysdocument]

Treaty Between the United States and the Ottawa, Chippewa, and Potawatomi Indians Signed at Chicago, Illinois, 8/29/1821

File Unit: Ratified Indian Treaty 117: Ottawa, Chippewa and Potawatomi - Chicago, August 29, 1821, 1789 - 1869

Series: Indian Treaties, 1789 - 1869

Record Group 11: General Records of the United States Government, 1778 - 2006

Transcription:

Articles of a Treaty made and concluded at Chicago in the State of Illinois between

Lewis Cass and Solomon Sibley Commissioners of The United States, and the Ottawa, Chippewa, and

Pottawatamie Nations of Indians.

Article I". The Ottawa, Chippewa and Pottawatamie Nations of Indians Cede to the United States all

the Land comprehended within the following boundaries: Beginning at a point on the South bank of the River

St. Joseph of Lake Michigan, near the parc aux Vaches due North from Rum's Village, and running thence

South to a line drawn due East from the Southern extreme of Lake Michigan, thence with the said line East

to the tract, ceded by the Pottawatamies to the United States by the Treaty of Fort Meigs in 1817. if the said

line should strike the said Tract, but if the said line should pass North of the said Tract, then such line shall

be continued until it strikes the western boundary of the Tract ceded to the United States by the Treaty of Detroit

in 1807, and from the termination of the said line following the boundaries of former cessions to the main branch

of the Grand River of Lake Michigan, should any of the said lines cross the said River, but if none of the said

lines should cross the said River, then to a point due east of the source of the said main branch of the said

River, and from such point due West to the source of the said principal branch, And from the crossing of

the said River, or from the source thereof, as the case may be, down the said River, on the north bank thereof

to the mouth; thence following the shore of Lake Michigan to the south bank of the said River St. Joseph,

at the mouth thereof and thence with the said south bank to the place of beginning.

Article 2. From the Cession aforesaid, there shall be reserved, for the use of the Indians, the following Tracts,

One tract at Mang-ach-qua Village on the river Pebl'e, of six Miles square. One tract at Mick-ke-saw-be- of

six Miles square.

One Tract at the Village of Na-to-wa-se-pe of four miles square.

One Tract at the Village of Prairie ronde of three Miles square.

One Tract at the Village of Match-e-be narh-she-wish, at the head of the Kekalamazoo river.

Article 3. There shall be granted by The United States, to each of the following persons, being all Indians

by descent, and to their heirs the following tracts of Land.

To John Burnet, two sections of Land.

To James Burnet, Abraham Burnet, Rebecca Burnet, and Nancy Burnet each one section of Land. which said

John, James, Abraham Rebecca and Nancy are Children of Kaw-kee-me sister of Top-ni-be principal Chief of the

Potowatamie Nation.

The land granted to the persons immediately preceding shall begin on the north bank of the river St. Joseph,

about two miles from the mouth and shall extend up and back from the said river for quantity.

To John B. La Lime son of Noke-no-qua one-half of a Section of land, adjoining the tract before granted,

and on the upper side thereof.

To Jean B. Chandonai son of Chip-pe-wa-qua two Sections of Land on the river St. Joseph, above and ad-

-joining the tract granted to J. B. La Lime.

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To Joseph Dazé son of Chip-pe-wa-qua one Section of Land above and adjoining the tract granted

to Jean B. Chandonai. To Monguago, one-half of a Section of Land, at Mish-she-wa-ko-kink.

To Pierre Moran or Peeresh a Potawatamie Chief One Section of Land, and to his Children two Sections of

Land at the mouth of the Elk heart River.

To Pierre Le Clerc, son of Moi qua one Section of Land on the Elk heart River, above and adjoining the

tract granted to Moran and his Children.

The section of land granted by the Treaty of St. Mary's, in 1818 to Peeresh or Perig shall be granted to

Jean B. Cicot son of Pe-say-quot sister of the said Peeresh, it having been so intended at the execution of the

said Treaty.

To O-she-ak-ke-be or Benac one half of a Section of Land on the North side of the Elksheart river,

where the road from Chicago to Fort Wayne first crosses the said river.

To Me-naw-che a Potawatamie Woman one half of a Section of Land, on the eastern bank of the St. Joseph

 where the road from Detroit to Chicago first crosses the said river.

To Theresa Chandler or To-e-ak-qui a Potawatamie Woman and to her daughter Betsey Fisher one Section of Land

on the South side of the Grand River, opposite to the Spruce Swamp.

To Charles Beaubien and Medart Beaubien Sons of Man-na-ben-a-qua, each one-half of a Section of Land,

 near the Village of Ke-wi-go-shkeem on the Washtenaw river.

To Antoine Roland, son of I-gat-pat-a-wat-a-mie-qua one half of a Section of Land, adjoining and below

the tract granted to Pierre Moran.

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To William Knaggs or Was-es-kuk-son^ of Ches-qua one half of a Section of Land adjoining and below the

tract granted to Antoine Roland.

To Madeline Bertrand wife of Joseph Bertrand a Potawatamie Woman one Section of land at the Parc aux

Vaches on the north side of the River St. Joseph.

To Joseph Bertrand Junior, Benjamin Bertrand, Laurent Bertrand, Theresa Bertrand and Amable Bertrand, children

of the said Madeline Bertrand, each one half of a Section of Land at the portage of the Kankakee river.

To John Riley, son of Me-naw-cum-a-go-quoi, one Section of Land, at the mouth of the river au Foin, on

the Grand River, and extending up the said River.

To Peter Riley the son of Me-naw-cum-e-go-quoi, one Section of Land at the mouth of the river au Foin

on the Grand River, and extending down the said River.

To Jean B. Le Clerc son of Moi-qua one half of a Section of Land, above and adjoining the tract granted

to Pierre Le Clerc.

To Joseph La Framboise son of Shaw-we-no-qua one Section of Land upon the South side of the River

St. Joseph, and adjoining on the upper side the Land ceded to The United States, which said Section is also

ceded to the United States.

The Tracts of Land, herein stipulated to be granted, shall never be leased or conveyed by the grantees or

their Heirs to any persons whatever, without the permission of The President of the United States.

And such tracts shall be located after the said Cession is surveyed, and in conformity with such surveys,

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as near as may be, and in such manner as The President may direct.

Article 4. In Consideration of the Cession aforesaid, The United States engage to Pay to the Ottawa

Nation, One Thousand Dollars in Specie annually forever, and also to appropriate annually for the term

of Ten Years the sum of Fifteen Hundred Dollars, to be expended as the President may direct, in the

support of a Blacksmith, of a Teacher, and of a person to instruct the Ottawas in Agriculture, and in the

purchase of Cattle and farming Utensils. And the United States also engage to pay to the Pota-

-watamie Nation Five Thousand Dollars in Specie Annually for the term of Twenty Years, and also to

appropriate annually for the term of Fifteen Years the sum of One Thousand Dollars, to be expended as

the President may direct, in the support of a Blacksmith and a Teacher. And one Mile square shall

be selected under the direction of The President, on the north side of the Grand River, and one mile

square on the South side of the St. Joseph and within the Indian Lands not ceded, upon which the

Blacksmiths and Teachers employed for the said tribes respectively shall reside.

Article 5. The stipulation contained in the Treaty of Greenville relative to the right of the Indians

to Hunt upon the Land ceded, while it continues the property of The United States, shall apply to this

Treaty.

Article 6. The United States shall have the privilege of making and using a Road through

the Indian Country from Detroit and Fort Wayne respectively to Chicago.

Artcile 7. This Treaty shall take effect and be obligatory on the Contracting parties, so soon as

the same shall be ratified by The President of the United States by and with the advice and consent

of The Senate thereof.

In Testimony whereof, The said Lewis Cass and Solomon Sibley Commissioners as aforesaid and the

Chiefs and Warriors of the said Ottawa, Chippewa, + Pattiwatimie Nations have hereunto set their

hands at Chicago aforesaid, this 29th day of August in the Year of our Lord one Thousand

eight hundred and twenty-one.

In presence of —

Alex. Wolcott Jr. Ind. Agent.                                           Lewis Cass,                

Jno. R. Williams, Adjt. Genl. M. Ma.                             Solomon Sibley.

                                                                                           Ottawa's{ [written vertically]

G. Godfroy Indian agent                                          Kewagoushcum his + mark

W. Knaggs Indian agent                                          Nokawjegaun his + mark

Jacob Visget                                                                  Kee-o-to-aw-be his + mark

Henry I. Hunt                                                               Ket-che-me-chi-na-waw his + mark

A. Phillips PMsr. US Army                                       Ep-pe-san-se his + mark

                                                                                         Kay-nee-wee his + mark

                                                                                        Mo-a-put-to his + mark

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Mat-che-pee-na-che-wish     his x mark

R. Montgomery                                                                                                                          Chippewa's{Met-tay-waw     his x mark

Jacob B. Varnum US factor                                                                                                                           {Mich-el     his x mark

John B. Beaubien -                                                      Quoi-quoi-taw his x mark                               To-pen-ne-bee his x mark

Conrad Ten Eyck                                                          Pe-an-nish his x mark                                        Mee-te-ay his x mark,

J. Whipley                                                                        Wy-ne-naig his x mark                                      Chee-banse his x mark

George Miles J                                                               Onuck-ke-meck his x mark                             Loui-son his x mark

Henry Connor                                                               Ka-way-sin his x mark                                        Wee-saw his x mark

James Barnerd                                                             A-meck-kose his x mark                                    Kee-po-taw his x mark

John Kenzie. Sub Agent                                           Os-see-meet his x mark                                     Shay-auk-ke-bee his x mark

                                                                                            Shaw-ko-to his x mark                                        Sho-mang his x mark

                                                                                            No-shay-we-quat his x mark                            Waw-we-uck-ke-meck his x mark

                                                                                           Mee-gwun his x mark                                           Nay-ou-chee-mon his x mark

                                                                                           Mes-she-ke-ten-now his x mark                      Kong-gee his x mark

                                                                                           Kee-no-to-go his x mark                                     Shee-shaw-gan his x mark

The tract reserved at the Village of                    Wa-baw-nee-she his x mark                             Aysh-cam his x mark

Matchebe-nash-she-wish at the                          Shaw-waw-nay-see his x mark                       Meek-say-mank his x mark

head of the Ke-kal-imazoo River, was               Atch-wee-muck-quee his x mark                   May-ten-way his x mark

by agreement to be three miles square.          Pish-she-baw-gay his x mark                           Shaw-wen-ne-me-tay his x mark

The extent of the reservation                               Waw-ba-saye his x mark                                    Francois his x mark

was accidentally omitted.                                     Meg-ges-seese his x mark                                  Mauk-see his x mark

Lewis Cass                                                                  Say-gaw-koo-nuck his x mark                          Way-me-go his x mark

Sol: Sibley                                                                    Shaw-way-no his x mark                                    Man-daw-min his x mark

                                                                                           Shee-shaw-gun his x mark                               Quay-guee his x mark

                                                                                           To-to-mee his x mark                                         Aa-pen-naw-bee his x mark

                                                                                           Ash-kee-wee his x mark                                    Mat-cha-wee-yaas his x mark

                                                                                           Shay-auk-ke-bee his x mark                            Mat-cha-pag-gish his x mark

                                                                                            Aw-be-tone his x mark                                      Mongaw his x mark

                                                                                                                                                                                  Pug-gay-gaus his x mark

                                                                                                                                                                                  Ses-cobe-mesh his x mark

                                                                                                                                                                                  Chee-gwa-mack-gwa-go his x mark

                                                                                                                                                                                  Waw-seb-baw his x mark

                                                                                                                                                                                  Pee-chee-co his x mark

[alex-guerin]

So, because I invaded the living room, hooked up my own personal TV (long story as to why my parents' TV isn't hooked up) and took the night off of work JUST to atch the damned episode, I was nice and asked my mom if she was gonna watch it with me. Even though she's never seen any of it before and never had a desire to. She actually said sure.

So we start it, everything is good....and then...Michael had to go and be horny on main...

"Even this button...?"

Behind me I hear an extremely disgusted, "Oh come oooooon!" From my mom.

Because of Michael and Alex.

Thankfully, she didn't finish watching the episode with me. I knew she wasn't going to like it. I knew it was going to piss her off. But I asked her to watch anyway to be nice. And that's the reaction that one little line, that one sweet KISS, got from her.

I hate being trapped in a homophobic atmosphere...

[megatraven]

hey how many times do you think josh went to mc’s place hoping to atch her, however briefly, in astraeus’ route? when she stopped answering his calls, when the world became aware of gods and monsters and titans and all, and he knew she was involved....... there’s just no way he wouldn’t have tried to find her.

she’s his sister, pretty much the last person he has left..... there’s just no way he didn’t try.

maybe a few weeks or months passed before he reached out first- they don’t always talk super often, and he knows she was busy with HERA the last time they talked...

maybe he thought she broke her phone, or lost it, when she doesn’t answer

maybe he stepped up to her apartment door, still hopeful about seeing her, only for there to be no reply. 

he visits, again and again, and dread settles over him.

he gets a call about her apartment- no one’s been there, rent is piling up. he pays it, and keeps paying it. if she’s gone, too..... then it’s the last piece of her and his mom. he doesn’t want to lose it.

maybe he tries to seek out alex to ask about her, but they don’t pick up and the one time josh sees them, he knows something is wrong. it’s all in their expression- the open grief and guilt. he doesn’t even try talking to them, he just leaves. it confirmed basically everything.

hades and the other gods never return to the restaurant.

good, he would think, bitter. he never wanted any part of the gods after his mother died, and now he doubles down on it.

he comes to accept that something happened, perhaps just as suddenly as it did to his mother, and that his sister isn’t there anymore. it’s hard. he mourns for her, regardless, but he pushes on, knowing it’s what she would want of him.

and so when that day comes that she reappears, that she comes to see him- it’s like seeing the sun break through the clouds at last. all of that turmoil, the pain, the grief- it washes away the moment she’s in his arms, and he hugs her, and she hugs back and-

and she’s alive, and he is, too, and that’s enough for him. 

[ohokaylie]

This hiatus is disrespectful:

Not me making up a Malex fic/scenario in my head where Alex kisses Michael and is all happy he finally gets to be with him...so the next day he walks in to the Pony and sees Maria kiss Michael and Alex just falls apart and is a sobbing mess and Liz is a good friend and drives a heartbroken baby home. She then goes back to the Pony to an equally upset Maria who says she has never seen someone’s heart break but she atched Alex’s heart break. Michael is just calling Alex over and over, crying and leaving him countless voicemails about how it’s a misunderstanding and the next day Alex leaves Maria a weepy voicemail because he’s a self sacrificing angel and apologizes for kissing Maria’s bf, saying he misread the signs and he broke his own heart last night and he asks her to love Michael hard bc it’s what he would have done but he needs time bc he’s loved Michael for so long and he still loves her and she’s still his best friend and he’ll come around but it’s hard bc michael doesn’t want him anymore so she needs to do it and Michael is just bawling bc the voicemail is on speakerphone and he’s repeating “oh baby it’s you, it’s always been you” but Alex doesn’t know bc he’s ignoring all of them and then Michael drives his ass to Alex’s house and sits on his front step until Alex will talk to him and then Alex comes out still upset bc why is michael torturing him and they yell and talk and then they make up.

Like why am I so dramatic? The malex deprivation has ruined me tbh I’m sorry to my followers.

[thehollowprince]

Unpopular Opinion: I think Michael Guerin is a piece of shit.

I wasn't originally going to watch Roswell, New Mexico because I had seen the original and I was kind of tired of reboots. Also, the fact that it was on The C(an't)W(atch) network probably had something to do with my initial aversion. But I kept seeing gifsets of Michael and Alex and it looked interesting... and I'm a basic bitch who will watch almost anything if there's some gay representation in it.

So I gave it a shot, and it was alright. Not anything super special, but at least they gave the mlm relationship as much screentime and weight as the mlf relationship. That's a rarity in modern television, and especially for this network. But as it went on I just kept noticing a trend of Alwx pushing Michael away because Michael was either dishonest or being a dick or whatever, but then it was always Alex reaching back out to reconnect afterwards. That didn't sit right with me, especially when the longer this show went on, the more it became very apparent that Carina (in typical fashion for a CW showrunner and former member of the TVD/TO writing team) loved Michael more than anyone else on the show.

For the record, there is nothing wrong with liking one character more than an another, but as a showrunner, she doesn't rein that in at all. Everything from the writing to the camera work is designed to garner sympathy for Michael at the cost of everyone else. It's like watching Julie Plec with Damon Salvatore all over again. This is supposed to be an ensemble show, but they don't act like it, because everything is focused on Michael, to the point where he started to overshadow the overarching mystery of the season.

And that's not even getting into the fandom side of this.

Yes, I know that Vlamis isn't totally unfortunate looking, but y'all act like the sun shines out of his dick, and it's kind of obnoxious. And then to watch people drag Alex and Maria into this, as if their characters aren't being dicked over enough by the "plot" is just downright mean, and that's before Carina starts to fan the flames by implying that Alex is selfish or that Maria got her hopes up because Michael went to her instead of Alex.

I said ot the other day, but the aliens are by far the least interesting part of this show. Sadly, it looks like all of the stuff that comes with the alien drama, like the government conspiracies and the abduction cases and the science is all going to be overshadowed by the relationship drama and the shipping wars, as is customary for a CW show.

I understand a lot of that is stuff outside of the narrative of the show, but in all honesty, I don't think there's a lot within the show that explains the cult-like worship of his character. He's just another overgrown manbaby who likes to blame others for his mistakes and fuck-ups.

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

I was tagged by @occidentaltourist. This was hard but I gave it my all, thank you for including me, now please come read my rantings...

my shows (in no particular order) :

Merlin

Xena: Warrior Princess

Stargate SG-1

Supergirl

Sanctuary

questions:

1. who is your favorite character in 2?

Xena. How is this even a question? This bish was so extra I didn’t even know the meaning of the word until I saw her bury her damn armor in the first 30 seconds of the first episode. The battle cry, the chakram-- the leather. My poor baby gay brain melted.

2. who is your least favorite character in 1?

Fucking Merlin. I would normally say Kilgarrah the dragon, as the instigator of most of Merlin’s dumbfuckery in one way or the other, but I can at least say Kilgarrah had his motives for doing what he did and insomuch at least remained consistent. Merlin not so much.

3. what is your favorite episode of 4?

Tie between “Exodus” and “Luthors”, I think. Maybe. Any Lena-centric episode is up there, honestly.

4. what is your favorite season of 5?

Probably S1. It’s the most cooky, and the most unique, where they really leaned into the teslapunk vibe and the revisionist history angle (not in a “if the nazis won” kind of way either) in how Helen knew so many people from across history. It also has Ashley, my poor heart.

5. who is your favorite couple in 3?

Sam and Jaaaaack

6. who is your favorite couple in 2?

Xena and Gabrielle. Can you believe my ace ass watched through the entire series thinking they’ve got the absolute Life™, tooling around the ancient world as besties? I only saw the gay when I atched a BTS interview with Lucy Lawless and Renee O’Connor where they were like “yeah it was totally gay” and I was like ( O.o ) and immediately went to re-watch it and only THEN did I realize how fucking gay it was oh my god.

7. what is your favorite episode in 1?

“To Kill the King”. I know it sucks when a show peaks in S1, but honestly? We’ve got the pinnacle of Morgana’s spirit in her efforts to free Gwen’s father, her rage in her failure to do so, and her impulsivity in deciding to do something about it by conspiring to assassinate Uther. And then we also have the embodiment of her kindness when she changes her mind at the last moment and kills to protect him. It only goes downhill from there.

8. what is your favorite episode of 5?

TEMPUS. Motherfucking god almighty “Tempus” took my breath away when I first saw it. It’s always the first one I go back to. The continuity, the performances, the sheer badassery from Miss Helen Magnus…. THAT was a masterpiece of television and anyone who disagrees can kiss my ass.

9. what is your favorite season of 2?

I gravitate towards the second season of X:WP, honestly. They’d hit their stride, and the season was predominantly one-offs, which I prefer over the heavy seasonal arcs they get into in later seasons. It also has my favorite episode, “A Day in the Life.” I live for “day in the life” type episodes, and this is the reason why. 

10. how long have you watched 1?

Ummm I binged the entire series oh…. Two years ago? Since then, I’ve watched only the pre-evil Morgana-heavy eps when I need something on in the background.

11. how did you become interested in 3?

So what happened was that I got to military training early, and had to spend two weeks in med company until my training billet opened up. While there, a buddy of mine had some atlantis eps on a usb drive and we watched during personal time. After I heatstroked twice later in said cycle, I had insomnia for the following year, and decided to catch up on the show-- from the beginning of SG-1. I watched whenever I couldn’t sleep and ended up getting through all 200+ episodes by the end of the semester. It’s probably the only reason I survived that year at all, tbh.

12. who is your favorite actor in 4?

Three-way tie between Melissa Benoist, Chyler Leigh, and Katie McGrath. All three have the knack for non-verbal acting that I really gravitate towards. Some cases in point are Kara’s physicality in Season 1, and Alex’s coming out arc in Season 2. For Katie McGrath, I could point to any scene between Lena and Lillian, or Lena and any moment of vulnerability. Given the right material, all three are breathtaking.

13. which do you prefer, 1, 2, or 5?

Uggggghhh….. It’s definitely between 2 or 5. Both are equally meaningful to me. But I have to admit that I re-watch Sanctuary more, and I was definitely more active in the fandom there than I was for Xena, so… Sanctuary.

14. which show have you seen more episodes of, 1 or 3?

Ha. Ha ha ha hahahaha… 3. Stargate SG-1 has 214 episodes, not including two spinoffs, plus a short-lived animated series, a mobile game, and 31 tie-in novels (50+ if you include the atlantis tie ins and assorted novellas). 

Merlin has 65 episodes.

15. if you could be anyone from 4, who would you be?

By nature, Lena. By choice? Alex Danvers. She is the embodiment of everything I ever wished I could be. Her close bond with Kara. Her fierce protectiveness-- and ability to back it up. Her trust and confidence in herself and her friends. Her authority and physical prowess. Yeah. I’d choose to be Alex.

16. would a crossover between 3 and 4 work?

Strictly speaking… yes. There’s not enough room here to go into full details, but yes. It’s entirely feasible.

17. pair two characters in 1 that would make an unlikely but strangely okay couple

Arthur and Morgana. I say this in full knowledge that they’re siblings (hence the unlikely and strange part), but they’d be okay because in my mind they’d rule platonically and each of them would have their own spouses and it’d be two pendragons ruling to protect camelot and the rest of the world quivers before them.

18. overall, which story has the better storyline, 3 or 5?

What kind of question is that? Which storyline? They both have duds, and they both knock it out of the park. Am I supposed to compare bests? They fill different niches, bro DO NOT MAKE ME CHOOSE BETWEEN SANCTUARY AND SG-1 I REFUSE

19. which has the better theme music, 2 or 4?

I feel that this is an unfair question in this day and age, as most current tv shows don’t have theme songs the way they used to. They don’t have opening credits, so how are we supposed to be able to ID a theme song like we did in the old days? 

That said, I’m able to hum the Xena theme right off the bat, while Supergirl I’d only recognize if I heard it. So, Xena wins. Xena also wins for opening voice-over.

Tagging: @magicalstripedhorse. @samarallewis86, @cloudytiger, @storyiicharacter, @motorcyclegirlfriends, @calculatingdistances and anyone else who wants to rant about their shows.

[larryland]

by Roseann Cane

I can’t remember ever having so much fun at an opera. (Well, there was the time when an usher escorted me out of the Met for laughing, but I was a child, the opera was Aida, and the other audience members somehow didn’t share my sense of humor.)

Gaetano Donizetti, born into poverty in the Northern Italian city of Bergamo in 1797, became a leading composer of bel canto opera in the early nineteenth century. He wrote about70 operas in the course of his career, and many are, to this day, performed as standards of the international opera repertory. One of the most popular is L’elisir d’amore (The Elixir of Love).

 First presented in 1832, L’elisir d’amore, an opera buffa (comic opera), tells the story of the unrequited love of a poor peasant, Nemorino, for a beautiful landowner, Adina. Though Nemorino repeatedly declares his love for Adina, she rebuffs him with a declaration that she’d rather have a series of lovers. The heartbroken Nemorino watches a pompous solder, Belcore, court Adina. In desperation, Nemorino seeks the help of Dulcamara, a charlatan traveling through town selling a cure-all. “Dr.” Dulcamara sells a potion which Nemorino is convinced will make him irresistible to Adina, and he eagerly drinks the elixir, which is actually cheap wine.

 The brilliance of Hubbard Hall’s production, in addition to a delightful and accomplished cast and a superb orchestra, is that their L’elisir d’amore is set in a 1950s nightclub, with audience members (who’ve purchased premium-priced tickets) are seated at cabaret tables, enjoying wine and charcuterie. But rest assured, there’s not a bad seat in the house. The rest of the audience is in on the action, too, as cast members move throughout the risers as well as the tables, singing and teasing patrons.

Nemorino, who is here the club janitor, is played by tenor Christopher Lucier, who has a lush, panoramic voice, and plays his role with an irresistible comic naivete. Lindsay Ohse plays nightclub owner Adina as a fiery femme fatale with a stunning, sweeping soprano voice perfect for bel canto.As the sergeant Belcore, Patrick McNally is a chest-beating pompous womanizer with a rich, expressive baritone, and as Dulcamara, Andrew Adelsberger uses his elegant bass-baritone voice to hilarious effect. Rebecca Shorstein’s soprano is rich and radiant, and as Adina’s friend Giannetta, her birdlike busybody characterization is adorable.

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The rest of the cast, chorus girl/waitresses and supers, have strong and lovely voices, and it is a particular joy to see young singers elegantly integrated in the evening’s festivities. Kudos to Maureen Cossey, Kyra Fitzgerald, Lucy Fronhofer, Delaney Hill, Rose Hunsberger, Abby Maher, and Zian Taylor.

 Amanda Charlebois’s costumes are period-perfect, and I loved how her use of bright reds accentuated the lusty, vivid goings-on. Brittany Shemuga must have had quite a challenge designing the lighting for a show that encompassed an entire theater, and not only did she rise to it, her work brought another dimension to the action.

Stage Director Andrew Nienaber.

Conductor and Artistic Advisor Maria Sensi Sellner

Conductor Maria Sensi Sellner, who also served as Artistic Advisor, is inspired and astonishingly versatile, and her orchestra was nothing short of sensational. As for Stage Director Andrew Nienaber, who in his program note eloquently describes his desire to bring the audience “up close,” I offer my heartfelt congratulations for the great gift he bestows upon the clearly charmed audience. I know that fellow opera lovers will thoroughly savor this unique production, and I strongly suspect that those to whom the opera world is uncharted territory will find Hubbard Hall’s L’elisir d’amore a welcome introduction.

Orchestra

*principle

Violin I

Melanie Dexter*

Francois Secordel

Alyson Slack

Violin II

Kaori Washiyama*

Harriet Welther

Viola

Jimmy Bergin*

Rick Rowley

Cello

Perri Morris*

Will Hayes

Meg Harwood (08/11-12)

Bass

Mowgli Giannitti

Mike Ward (08/12)

Flute/Piccolo

James Haertel

Oboe

Ryan Klein

Clarinet

Christine Barron

Bassoon

Gerry LaNoue

Horn

Patrice Malatestinic

Trumpet

Omar Williams

Percussion

Alex Atchely

Piano

Arthur Bosarge

REVIEW: “L’elisir d’amore” at Hubbard Hall by Roseann Cane I can’t remember ever having so much fun at an opera. (Well, there was the time when an usher escorted me out of the Met for laughing, but I was a child, the opera was…

[ada-ferdinand]

‘ Who knew you were a secret badass? ‘ - Alex Kardos

Watching the other, she couldn’t help the laugh that burst out. “What is it with you Kardos and thinking I am a secret badass?” Smiling at the other she shook her head and shrugged. “Thank you, though? I mean I don’t know exactly what I did to be called as such but thanks.” Were they just seeing something that she wasn’t? Was she just really oblivious? 

@alexkardos

[remade3940580486940568]

Panacea

(watch out- body horror/lots of fun gore/whatever)

Alex encounters the source.

The thing– no, the human– dropped down from the wall, chains clattering to the ground with an echo that pierced the dark,  its limp body coming to life with pops of ancient joints. It inhaled for the first time with a pained shudder.

“Lēoht,” it wailed, strangled sounding and scrambling at its eyes, shivering violently all the while.

Alex stumbled back, heart pounding in her ears. Other humans were here!– But this one was off, viscerally wrong. It towered over her, body stiff and crooked, and bore numerous oozing bubous on its skin. Despite being in its youth, it seemed to carried an ancient fatigue, struggling to stay standing. It let another cry, then dove towards some of the rubble and plucked a hefty stone from the pile. Alex’s eyes widened, and she made to jolt towards the door. The abomination raised the rock–

– and brought it crashing down on its own head with incredible force.

“Oh, Jesus–”

But it didn’t seem to hear her swears, nor the way she shuddered in nausea with each ugly crack, and with each beating of the stone, the strange human only seemed to grow more enraged with itself, shouting in some language that felt achingly familiar yet off. Viscous fluid flooded from the cracks, and Alex realized that it wasn’t going to stop until it had dashed its own brains onto the floor. The rotting stench, the blood, the sound of bone snapping– sickness overwhelmed her, her stomach churned, and soon she was bent over, violently puking onto the cold cobblestone.

So violent, in fact, that she hadn’t noticed the silence.

She glanced back up, trying to catch her breath, and– right there! The mutilated head, overcome with curiosity, was right there– in her face! Instinct overtook, and the intruding face was met with a right hook to the jaw. There was a resounding snap as its teeth clashed together–

And it laughed, and laughed, and laughed, wobbling backwards. That was when she noticed something peculiar. Oozing from its caved in skull bled not red but gold, somewhere between blood and honey in thickness. It lacked the usual iron scent, and seemed to glow faintly- barely even perceptible- at the source of the wound. There was no way any normal person could survive that sort of damage, too, although Alex felt pretty certain that no sane person could even do that to themselves in the first place.

“Get away from me,” she hissed, voice low and threatening. Her fists clenched in preparation. Any part of her that could have felt pity was swamped by instinctive revulsion from its miasma and infectious bubous. She wasn’t sure if her words could even be understood, but it seemed to catch the message and, at the very least, did not get any closer. Instead, it croaked;

“W-waaa…”

It pawed at its head in frustration, groaning, then slapped its left eye- scratched beyond recognition.

“Waa-atch.”

As it moved its palm away, Alex glanced at the mess. It was– it was vile. One of its filthy, talon-like nails must have caused an abrasion. There was more of that syrupy stuff, too, and it glowed with more a little intensity than the rest. Trapped in the thing’s gaze, she considered bolting, only for something terribly curious to happen.

The wound pulsed with gentle light, and as if guided by an outside force, began to knit shut, as did the various other superficial scratches on its face. Ichor, she thought in awe, the realization hitting as what seemed first to be pus glowed bright gold and healed its self-inflicted damage. She jerked her head up to view its skull, though it seemed just as broken as it was before. Would that heal too, with time?

Her curiosity vanished when the thing grinned widely and grabbed her. Full blown panic sparked in her heart, and she made to flee, because God, there was no way she could fight that thing, not now, not ever–

“Alex? Are you in here?”

– and the god-like abomination’s face fell into a terrorized snarl at the sound of Dorothy’s soft voice.

“Pestilent,” it growled, contempt blatant.

It rose to its true height for the first time, taking in her second rattling breath total, and gently shoved Alex aside. Her disgusted protests were ignored as it moved forward, twitching while Dot’s dancing shadow descended into the basement…

[mainsaddict]

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“Music is a powerful connector and we are honored to commemorate Taylor Hawkins’ enduring legacy. About these concerts, Paramount CEO Bob Bakish shared in a statement: However, he died on the spot and was age 50. The health personnel arrived and found Hawkins not responding they began CPR. Where Taylor Hawkins was experiencing chest pain in his hotel room. Unfortunately, on March 25th, 2022, emergency personnel were summoned to the Four Seasons Casa Medina hotel in Bogota, Colombia. Grohl was beside him in the London hospital for the duration of the. festival, putting him in a coma for two weeks. However, in August 2001 at 29 years old, Hawkins took a fatal dose of heroin at the U.K. He was experimenting with drugs from his early times on the road. However, if you’re not in attendance, you can contribute to both websites in his memory. Sales of merchandise, and ticket revenue at the two Taylor Hawkins Tribute Concerts, will be donated to Music Support and MusiCares per the Hawkins family’s wishes. Will the Taylor Hawkins Tribute Concerts Benefit-Charity? You can w atch the show on Saturday, September 3rd, at 11:11 a.m.

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Where You Can Livestream the Taylor Hawkins Tribute Concert and How to Watch? In addition, the lineup includes Travis Barker, Black Sabbath’s Geezer Butler, Metallica’s Lars Ulrich, Def Leppard’s Joe Elliott, James Gang, Sebastian Bach, Josh Freese, and Violet Grohl, and Taylor’s son, Shane Hawkins. RUSH band’s Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson, Alanis Morissette, Miley Cyrus, Led Zeppelin’s John Paul Jones, Red Hot Chili Peppers’ Chad Smith, Rage Against the Machine’s Brad Wilk, Queen’s Brian May and Roger Taylor, Nirvana’s Krist Novoselic, Nancy Wilson, Queens of the Stone Age’s Joshua Homme, Jon Theodore, and Alain Johannes, Joan Jett, P!NK, The Police’s Stewart Copeland, Jane’s Addiction’s Chris Chaney, Gene Simmons, Mötley Crüe’s Nikki Sixx, Mark Ronson, Omar Hakim, LeAnn Rimes, and Chevy Metal. Here is the second tribute concert on September 27th, 2022 lineup: In addition, the lineup includes Travis Barker, Metallica’s Lars Ulrich, AC/DC’s Brian Johnson, James Gang, Kesha, Josh Freese, and Violet Grohl, and Taylor’s son, Shane Hawkins. RUSH band’s Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson, Led Zeppelin’s John Paul Jones, Liam Gallagher, Queen’s Roger Taylor, and Brian May, Nirvana’s Krist Novoselic, The Police’s Stewart Copeland, Jane’s Addiction’s Chris Chaney, Queens of the Stone Age’s Joshua Homme and Alain Johannes, Pretenders’ Chrissie Hynde, Dave Chappelle, Chris Rock, Nandi Bushell, Nile Rodgers, Wolfgang Van Halen, Omar Hakim, and members of Hawkins’ covers band Chevy Metal. Who is playing on Taylor Hawkins Tribute Concerts? Taylor Hawkins Tribute Concerts Poster Here is the first tribute concert on September 3rd, 2022 lineup: Thankfully, the band has made that they will stream the shows live. Millions of Foo Fighters fans around to world wish to attend the tribute concert in honor of Taylor Hawkins at London’s Wembley Stadium on September 3rd and September 27th, 2022. Which artists and bands will play at these concerts? You can also watch these concerts live on YouTube. Also, they are so many famous artists and bands gonna play there. Taylor Hawkins tribute concerts will happen in September 2022.

[foxofthedesert]

Fanfic Snippet

Thought I’d drop a sneak preview of a story I’ve been slowly whittling away on over a long period of time.  Been tinkering on it some here lately.  It’s a Kalex fic, AU of course as I seem to be incapable of writing within canon, that changes up the paradigm between Kara and Alex in a way I’ve yet to come across.  It’s probably been done, though, and I just haven’t stumbled upon it.  Anyway, to be discrete, let’s just say Jeremiah disappears, just for a different reason...

I’ve got 30kish words into the story, but there is currently no deadline for publishing in sight.  I don’t feel so bad putting it out here for consumption when it might not ever see the light of day.  Does that make me a terrible person?  I hope not.  Anyway, this scene is set after Kara and Alex meet, sparks fly along with clothes, and our favorite alien is trying to decompress with her best buddy.

Kara nods, eyes wide with brimming excitement that she hasn’t read the situation incorrectly.  “Exactly!  She seems serious about this, and I...I like that.  I want her to be serious about the possibility of an us because I think I already am.”

Her friend’s eyes widen in surprise.  “You are?”

Kara shrugs noncommittally to deflect from how part of her harbors zero uncertainties about Alex.  It’s the part of her that remains an orphaned alien frightened of her own shadow that craves the approval of someone she cares about.

“I think so?” Her nose scrunches up a couple times as she talks.  “I mean, every time I think about my life any number of months from now, I can see her in it.  I’ve known her for all of a day and I’m imagining her as part of my future.  How crazy is that?”

“Pretty crazy.” Winn ducks when Kara uses super speed to toss a pillow she’d snatched up from the couch at his head.  He raises his arms to deflect the fluffy missile.  “Hey, you asked!”

Kara groans as she flops down beside him, her brief annoyance snuffed out like a match in a brisk gale.  “I know.  Argh!  I’m being crazy.  Am I being crazy?  I’m totally being crazy...aren’t I?”  She starts pacing, fidgeting with her glasses, brushing her hands through her hair...you know, all the usual signs she’s starting to panic.

To his credit, Winn doesn’t allow her to flounder long.  “You’re not crazy, Kara.” When she stops pacing to peer at him with barely concealed desperation, he gives her a reassuring smile, then stands and approaches.  He takes her shoulders gently and gives them a squeeze, then coaxes her chin back up when she ducks her head to hide.  “Don’t beat yourself up.  I promise, you are the least crazy alien person I’ve ever met.”

Kara chuckles a bit. Leave it to Winn to disarm her with a well-timed joke.  He really is the best.

“So you really don’t think I’m rushing things here?” she asks when her stomach has settled from the fit she’d almost worked herself up into.

“Only you can be the judge of that,” Winn says with a seldom used sagacity.

“C’mon...” Kara whines, wanting an answer.  Needing an answer.  Perhaps not so much to tell her what to do as to validate what she’s pretty much already decided to do.  It’s too late for her to back out with Alex now.  Her new lover may have been a self-proclaimed love ‘em and leave ‘em kind in her recent past, but she isn’t.  And that isn’t her being a prude either.  She can’t help how she’s wired.

By the time Krypton’s core went critical, individuals of high station such as hers had not practiced casual sex in centuries.  The primal urge to fornicate liberally was pruned from the noble gene pool in favor of sustainable pleasure after a tawdry affair plunged the country into a bloody civil war not unlike the ancient Greek conflict Homer wrote of in The Illiad.  Modern Kryptonians born into one of the major Houses confined their carnal gratification strictly within the boundaries of their marriages or with the long-term lover they kept while of age and still single or when their matrimonial matches proved less compatible than the genetic scientists who determined such things had predicted.  This structure virtually eliminated divorce and ensured optimally adjusted offspring.

Kara’s own mother and father had such arrangements on the side, and that was totally normal.  Though her exposure to her parents’ respective lovers was minimal, she knew them and respected both for the positive influence they contributed to her family.  Her Mom and Dad were happy, and that’s all that mattered to her. 

Her aunt Astra and uncle Non, though, did not need to seek out extra-marital fulfillment.  This confused a budding teenage Kara, who inquired of her mother not three months prior to Krypton’s destruction as to why Astra’s marriage was different from her twin sister’s. 

“You must understand, little star,” her mother had said, “marriages are arranged in the Great Houses with full compatibility in mind. But the science – advanced as it is – is not always able to account for every variable because it is limited by the conscious minds of those responsible for making those decisions.  On the other hand, matches freely made are inspired by areas of our brain that have been iterated upon and improved for nearly a thousand years.  As you know, your father and I did not have a choice when we were married, but that does not mean I do not love him.  I do, Kara, and with all of my heart and my mind.  Our bodies just do not have the same level of compatibility that Aunt Astra and Uncle Non do.  You see, your Aunt and Uncle married for love, not out of duty, and thus their bond is total: mind, heart, and body.  That is why their marriage is, as you say, different.”

Kara can remember thinking how she very much wanted to be able to choose her own partner like her Aunt did.  Looking back, she is pretty sure her Mom and Dad wanted that for her, too.  If she wished, she probably would have been permitted to make her own match, especially with Kal-El’s birth on the horizon.  The burdens of leadership would not have been incumbent upon her if she so desired to cede her position of preeminence as elder to her double first cousin.  There is no way of predicting what she would have chosen now, though she likes to dream that maybe, just maybe, for once she’d have ultimately bucked her own propensity to prioritize duty over happiness. 

Of course, there is not only that disposition for forming permanent attachments she has to account for.  Attraction for Kara is two-fold, as it is for humans, in that she can be enamored of a person’s personality or appearance or both.  The difference for her lies in her mother’s birds and the bees talk.  Her brain, and to an exponentially advanced degree beyond the more primitive human organ, is programmed to extrapolate sexual compatibility with a potential partner, subconsciously factoring in all variables at speeds orders of magnitude beyond any machine on Earth – variables such as the prospective individual’s health, measurements, personality and any other critical predilections detected by the ultra-highly attuned instinctual part of her mind.  Hundreds upon hundreds of years of refinement through the birthing matrix have made this process close to flawless, and the more she interacts with a person, the more accurate it gets. 

In other words, when picking out potential partners, her brain doesn’t make mistakes. The implications on Earth are significant.  Without the family to arrange a marriage outside of those parameters, she will, ninety-nine percent of the time, be drawn to individuals who will make exemplary lovers.  All that remains for her to determine the fitness of said individual to be a viable partner for life is her own willingness to be brave.  In her current dilemma, not only has her brain has already calculated out the equation, but she’s already acted out the solution.  For hours.  Thirty-two hours, forty-three minutes, and twenty-seven exquisite seconds to be exact.  And that math says she and Alex are definite life-mate material.

The point, though, is that she simply isn’t capable of sharing intimacy with someone without forming an insoluble connection.  In fact, had they been on Krypton and had she been allowed to choose her own partner, she would be probably be using the upcoming museum date to make things official with Alex.  Not proposal official, but certainly with a promise of that in the future.  Her own biology would demand that she cement their bond, and the honor of her House would depend upon it.  Of course, if this were Krypton, Alex would accept because she would be in the same boat as Kara is.  But this isn’t Krypton.  And Alex isn’t Kryptonian.   

Nevertheless, while Krypton may be gone, Kara still considers herself a Scion of the House of El above any Earthly designation, and with her body already yearning to be reunited with her lover, she has already determined she is pretty much done for.  Maybe if only one urge was in play, she could cut ties and write off her experience with Alex as a youthful experiment or a regrettable lapse in judgment.  But her sense of duty is screaming at her just as loud as her body is to make Alex hers, and she doesn’t think she has the strength to deny both cravings.

Hearing some encouragement from Winn sure would make her feel better, though.  A little, at least.  Not that she feels bad per se so much as she’s bull-rushed into an unnervingly unusual situation of her own making.  In essence, and at the risk of being crass, she has fucked herself in love.  With a human who won’t understand what she’s going through.  It’s all enough to make her head spin as is without having to worry about Alex’s reaction to her inevitably impending and bound-to-be-awkward clingyness.

So I had this idea that Kryptonian’s in the Great Houses self-evolved to be less messy with sex than humans are.  It makes sense to me this would be the case, not only for optimal child rearing, but for avoiding the potential pitfalls of a casual approach to intimacy such as social and/or familial instability.  Some of this is due to my abhorrence of hook-up culture.  Call me old fashioned in that way, but I prefer commitment.  My take on Kryponian society is that they do, too.  Feel free to disagree.   

Anyway, this is the result.  Poor Kara was set up from the outset to fall for Alex.  Her only concern is whether or not Alex will feel the same.  *spoiler alert*  She will!

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heavy breathing , the body between them twitched was still warm but life was draining quickly. ' the atonement process is never easy. ' john lifted his gaze toward alex and stepped over to him. fingers slathered with blood touch his cheek his chin. ' finish it. ' he closed his eyes , tip of his nose ghosting along his jawline.

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Watching John work was always unsettling. Alex isn’tsure he’ll ever get used to this idea of cleansing and atoning. He thinks about YomKippur, thinks about how the cult has bastardized so many different aspectsof faith and, John in particular with his atonement. None of it is pertinent tohim, or he’d like to believe that it isn’t but he knows better. Knows that hehas an impact on this whether he wants to admit it or not, and that it had animpact on him as well. This poor ‘sinner’ had been dealt a nasty hand inatonement. The tattooing had been violent, the letters larger than usual, evenfor John and when he flayed the skin off it was nearly the entire man’ssternum. Alex watched, his look of horror tempered but the disgust was stillseen in the way he flinched –– the way he shuddered with each raw scream thatechoed in the room.

But he didn’t step in to stop him.

No, he allowed it to go on and forced himself to watchbecause if he was too much of a coward to prevent John’s torture, then the least he owedthis person was to witness it. Alex isn’t sure if his logic is sound anymore,but he does know it isn’t any easier to watch these sorts of things than it had been at the start of hisinclusion of the atonements. Part of his mind slips elsewhere now and then,hardly ever during unless John giveshim a knife and tells him to get to work, but mostly after. When he’s alone or doing a simple chore he’ll think aboutthe blood on his hands and the taste of iron in his mouth and he goes somewhereelse for a moment, or sometimes longer. The disassociation wasn’t somethingthat happened often, but he has a feeling thisone will haunt him for a while.

That feeling of dread worsens as John stepstowards him, eyes meeting when Alex looks away from the man barely clinging to life. Hischin lifts slightly, a shiver rolling down his spine, goose bumps breaking outwhen John smears blood across his cheekbone, down his jaw towards his chin. AsJohn leans in, whispers against his neck to finish it, he shudders but nods hishead.

Alex reaches out for the knife held in John’s otherhand, fingers ghosting across John’s inner wrist and down towards his palm.The knife is exchanged and Alex steps around John, shoulders brushing before hestraddles the man on the ground, crouching over him so he doesn’t get blood onhis pants. The man opens his eyes partially, staring up at Alex with adesperate, almost frenzied expression. Even if Alex didn’t do this he would still die. He’s lost too much blood, hasgone into shock. There’d be no coming back from this. Alex almost laughs tohimself because he’s still trying tojustify all of this to himself, still trying to lessen the severity of what he’sdoing.

He’s killing someone. Plain and simple. 

“P – please.”The man begs, a single word and Alex grits his teeth. “I’m sorry.” He murmurs, soft and low. His eyes widen before Alexleans back and then with a forceful shove he slams the blade into the side ofhis neck, straight through the carotid. It’s almost instantaneous. He waits afew moments before removing the knife. It slides free with a squelching soundand Alex swallows back bile. He stands up and turns around to find Johnwatching him. Alex smoothly turns the knife around, wrapping his fingersloosely around the blade while holding the handle out for John to take back.

He does take it, maintaining eye contact with Alex as he wipes it off on the dead man’s pants beforeit’s placed inside the holster at his side.

“Good boy.”

Alex’s stomach flips and John opens his arms wide before stepping towards him and settling both hands on his shoulders. His head tilts forward, blue eyes dancing with amusement when Alex doesn’t pull away, but steps closer and lifts one hand to settle over John’s. “Maybe you need a break.” The way he’d dug the needle into the man’s skin and how his usual fervor seemed even more intense than usual made Alex nervous. Joseph had said something about the Collapse nearing. John was brimming with energy and he could barely contain it. When it spilled over –– a glance to the body on the ground –– it wasn’t pretty. Maybe better them than him. No, Alex shook his head slightly. “Or a distraction other than atonements.” There were still more to hear confessions of, but Alex isn’t sure he can handle watching John tear anyone else apart for the night.