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[iamsortableelms]

Olivia Winchester

“I’m very good at getting answers, Sammy. Persuasive maybe. You can trust me. I promise.” 

-Olivia Winchester to Sam Uley

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♚ G E O M E T R I C S ♚

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↬ Full name ↫

Olivia Calliope Winchester

↬ Nickname ↫

OC (by Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester)

Bud/Buddy/Red/Rockstar (by Dean Winchester)

Kit Kat/Kitty/Squirt (by Sam Winchester)

Chicken/Noodle/O (by Castiel)

Little Squirrel/Simba/Marmaduke

Liv (by everyone)

Livy/Calli (by Sam Uley)

Livia/Calliope (by Caius)

Darlin/Sunshine/Bunny (by Jasper Whitlock)

Kansas (by school friends)

The Beast (when referring to her wolf form)

↬ Age ↫

17-

↬ Birthday ↫

April 1, 1998

↬ Birthplace ↫

Lebanon, Kansas

↬ Zodiac ↫

Aries 

↬ Height ↫

5’7”

↬ Gender ↫

Female

↬ Orientation ↫

Heterosexual

↬ Species ↫

Human, Part Witch, Knight of Hell (cured), Vampire (cured), Werewolf (partially cured)

Olivia is the only partial werewolf. Due to it, her brown eyes changed to an amber color. Sam and Dean believe it to be because of her part witch side that the cure didn’t work fully. Olivia is able to transform into a wolf, unlike werewolves, she doesn’t shift due to the moon.  She shifts due to anger and can’t control it. She doesn't have the infectious bite of a full werewolf and silver doesn’t hurt her.

↬ Wolf Form ↫

American Red Wolf

“Cat’s out of the bag. Or should I say wolf.” 

-Olivia Winchester to Sam Uley

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♚ A P P E A R A N C E ♚

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↬ Skin color ↫

Pale

↬ Eye color ↫

Green (human)

Brown (half werewolf)

Glowing Amber (changing to wolf form)

Amber (wolf form)

↬ Hair color ↫

Red

↬ Hair style ↫

Long, straight 

↬ Fur color ↫

Warm brown, hints of red, tan stomach and under jaw

↬ Body Type ↫

Hourglass, healthy

↬ Scars ↫

Small scar on her upper lip, bitten by Tyler when she got too close to him in wolf form.

Claw marks on her ribs from a werewolf before she was able to kill it.

↬ Piercing ↫

ear piercings and belly button

“I could kill you and make it seem like an accident.” 

-Olivia Winchester to Caius Volturi & Volturi guard.

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♚ C L O T H I N G ♚

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↬ Outfits ↫

Plus band t-shirts from every old school rock band imaginable. Thanks dad.

↬ Accessories ↫

- Anti possession necklace

- Vial of holy water on a keychain

- Lighter

- Gun, with rounds of silver and iron bullets in differently mark cartridges

- Hell forged blade, curducey of the former King of Hell himself Crowley

↬ Vehicles ↫

- Red 1992 Honda CB750

- Red 1948 Ford Super Deluxe

“I thought you loved me. Guess all boys are the same.” 

-Olivia Winchester to Sam Uley

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♚ P E R S O N A L I T Y ♚

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↬ Normal mood ↫

Normally curious

↬ Temper ↫

Hot headed

↬ Discipline ↫

Breaks rules

↬ Strengths ↫

Kind, physically strong

↬ Weaknesses ↫

Hurting her family

↬ Fears ↫

Losing everyone

↬ Soft spot ↫

Her dad and uncle

↬ Role model ↫

Her dads

“Who would have thought that little red would be painting the big bad wolf?” 

-Olivia Winchester to Sam Uley

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♚ R E L A T I O N S H I P S ♚

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↬ Father ↫

Dean Winchester

↬ Mother ↫

Unknown to Olivia, Aspen Onyx Garrett, thought to be a witch or half witch

↬ Other relatives ↫

Sam Winchester (uncle), Castiel (like a dad, Destiel is real in this story.), Bobby Singer (surrogate grandfather) ♰, John Winchester (paternal-grandfather) ♰, Mary Winchester (paternal-grandmother) ♰, Jasper Whitlock-Hale (maternal-great-great-great-great-granduncle), Emily Whitlock (maternal-great-great-great-great-grandmother) ♰, Mr. & Mrs. Whitlock (maternal-great-great-great-great-great-grandparents) ♰

↬ Friends ↫

Men of Letters, Winchester Family, Castiel, Jack, Kline, Crowley, Bobby Singer, Jo Harvelle, Ellen Harvelle, Jody Mills, Benny Lafitte, Claire Novak, Stefan Salvatore, and Damon Salvatore, Elena Gilbert, Bonnie Bennett, Caroline Forbes, Matt Donovan, Alaric Saltzman, Tyler Lockwood

↬ Best friend ↫

Charlie Bradbury, Kevin Tran, Jeremy Gilbert

↬ Relationship status ↫

Single

“If you thought I’d let you do this by yourselves you must be even dumb then everyone give you credit for.” 

-Olivia Winchester to Sam Uley

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♚ P A S S - T I M E ♚

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↬ Hobbies ↫

Working out, giving out nicknames to friends.

↬ Talents ↫

Running

↬ Sports ↫

Track 

↬ Occupation ↫

Student, Hunter, Woman of Letters

“Sam. Pick up the fucking phone. I need Scooby for my Shaggy.” 

-Olivia Winchester leaving a voicemail for Sam Uley

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♚ H O M E   L I F E ♚

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↬ Location ↫

Constantly moving from hotel to hotel until recently. Her dad, uncle and her got a job in Forks, Washington about missing people and bodies drained of blood, as well as giant wolf like creatures. They are renting  a house in the forest to keep eyes out and Olivia is going undercover as a student in the nearby school, Forks High School.

↬ House size ↫

Medium  

↬ House type ↫

↬ Indoor description ↫

↬ Bedroom description ↫

“So you’re vamp royalty. That’s almost as dumb as sparkling in the sun.”

-Olivia Winchester to Caius Volturi

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♚ T H E M E    S O N G ♚

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OLIVIA

one direction

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- Katherine McNamara - 

[misqnon]

hewwo i would love to hear about the kamabakka kingdom reunion !!

everyone i know who i've told this fic about wants me to write it So Bad but i keep not getting to it SCDKJNFVD

its basically another "let's rewrite sanji's timeskip to be less transphobic" but in a backwards kinda way where sanji and the strawhats end up on momoiro island after the timeskip and sanji's scared the strawhats will hear about all the gay shit he did (and that's exactly what happens) (except he wasnt as much of an asshole and he's just embarrassed about it actually)

here's the summary i wrote for it: The Straw Hats run into a devil fruit power similar to Kuma's, though thankfully less dangerous- instead, it's just annoying and inconvenient. They’re flung back into Paradise and follow the log pose to the closest island in an effort to get their bearings. Unfortunately for Sanji, the pink trees and peachy beaches are all too familiar. 

and bc i have 8000 words of it just sitting in my drafts...here's a snippet from it too

Iva nods. “Caroline?”

“Yes, Iva?” 

“Fetch me the Den Den Mushi, would you?”

Caroline is off in a flash. 

Iva makes nice with Robin in the meantime, the two of them chatting about something with friendly smiles that make Sanji’s stomach turn. He does not like this. These two worlds were never supposed to mix. Hell, he was hoping he’d never have to tell the crew where he spent those two years apart. As he finishes his smoke a few of the other queendom residents begin trailing in from a side hallway, brightening when they see him. He anxiously pulls and lights another.

Luckily, Caroline returns with the transponder snail quickly enough. 

“Who are you going to call?” Iva asks.

Nami picks up the den den and begins dialing. “Traffy, probably. He shouldn’t be too far from our last location, and Luffy can usually convince him to do our bidding.” She says, holding the snail closer as it begins ringing. It rings just four times before a shy voice answers on the other line.

“H-Heart Pirates, you’ve reached Bepo!”

“Why’d you answer it like we’re a business!?” Someone squawks in the background. There’s a brief shuffling, a frightened squeak, and a sigh, and then Law’s voice comes over the receiver. 

“Hello?” He asks, monotone voice sounding tired, as always. 

Regardless, Nami feels relief wash over her to hear their ally’s voice. “Traffy! This is Nami. We have a bit of an issue-”

“TRAFFYYYYY! YOU GOTTA HELP US!” Luffy wails, latching onto Nami’s arm and whining into the phone. 

It’s almost audible the way Law leans away from the phone, his voice quieter before he sounds a normal volume again “-Quiet down, Strawhat. What’s wrong?””

Nami pushes her captain back out of the way with little effort. “We’ve hit a bit of…roadblock. Some teenager with an overpowered devil fruit ability teleported us all the way back to Paradise.”

“What?”

“Please don’t make me say it again. I don’t like facing the reality of the situation.” She whines.

“Sounds tough, but…What do you want me to do about it?”

Nami presses her fingers together, pulling out her sweetest, most pleading voice. “Well…We were kinda hoping you might go after them for us? And get them to undo it?”

“...”

“Because otherwise we’ll be stuck on the other half of the Grand Line for the foreseeable future and undo all the progress we’ve made thus far?” She squeaks, again.

“...” There’s another beat, then an inhale-

Luffy’s crowing into the speaker again. “PLEEEEEASE, TRAFFFYYYYYYYYY-”

“GAH-! ALRIGHT, FINE, FINE!”

Nami and Luffy brighten with glee. “YIPPEE!! THANKS, TRAFFY~” Luffy laughs, Nami’s eyes sparkling in relief beside him. They iron out a few more kinks while a steady crowd floods in from the other halls, having sensed a commotion. Fresh faces reach the island every now and then, but never in such a large group- and what a strange one it is, too. The queens- some shyly, and some not so shyly- make their way over to the group, until at some point Nami and Luffy turn back around to find every crew member at the whim of a group of queens. 

Quite a few are gathered around Sanji, spitting much of the same that Caroline and Iva have, though quite a few are also claiming how much they’ve missed him, all met with a nervous blush and anxious chain-smoking. Once they realize Nami’s watching, a few pull her over to where they’re bombarding Robin with questions, a mix of recommendations and inquiries about beauty, fashion, and hair. Though a bit taken aback at first, Nami soon finds herself glad to talk about something fun for a change, easing into the conversation quickly.

Franky’s attracted a small army. The resident’s compliment his style, his looks, his body modifications- and the shipwright is eating it all up. They’re all clearly vibing, and even when Sanji pokes an eye over at someone asking Franky if he’ll dress up with them, all he gets in response is a boisterous laugh from Franky, and a, “Not really my style, but I’ll try anything once!”

Brook’s covered in a crowd of Soul King fans (“I’VE PERFORMED TO SO MANY OF YOUR SONGS!”) and Chopper’s enjoying the attention from residents calling him cute- many of which correctly call him a reindeer on the first try- not a tanuki. 

Zoro is one of the other more popular receivers of ogling- though his audience mostly seems to be interested in not-so-subtly flirting with him and not much else. Sanji watches with a glare, and Zoro just smirks back at him, only happy that it’s making Sanji grossly uncomfortable. 

Jinbei has a small fanclub (many fellow revolutionaries make up the island’s population, too) and poor Usopp can’t escape a trade of inappropriate jokes made about his nose- but nonetheless, the crew is already fitting in swimmingly. 

‘Cept Sanji, of course.

Iva eventually takes mercy on him, calling attention to the room and shooing his subjects away from their new guests. “Alright, everyone! Let’s give our new roomies some room. Sanji-boy, why don’t you show them to the guest chambers? You know, the ones right next to your old room? That you never used?” Iva says, teasing at first and then devolving into sour by the end again.  Regardless, she does get that little kicker in about him having lived here, and when she sees Sanji flush she grins. Once you’ve all get settled get down here and help me make dinner, won’t you?”

Sanji grinds his heavily-used cigarette between his teeth, but ultimately doesn’t disagree. With a heavy hang of his shoulders he juts a thumb behind him, signaling for the Straw Hats to follow. 

“Wait-” Nami says. “Shouldn’t someone stay to watch the Sunny?”

Iva shakes their head. “Don’t worry about it, darling. It’ll be safe on our shores. We don’t get many enemies around here.”

A few of the crew whispers how this really is paradise- and Sanji makes a quiet, conflicted noise that dies in his chest and crumples to the ground along with the ash of his cigarette.

[morally-grey-girlbosses]

Bracket has been updated for Round 2! Matchup list is in text under the cut. Round 2 will begin within a few days. The loser's bracket will begin after the main bracket concludes.

Betty Grof (Adventure Time) vs. Evelyn Wang (Everything Everywhere All At Once)

Edelgard von Hresvelg (Fire Emblem: Three Houses) vs. Almalexia (The Elder Scrolls)

Maeby Funke (Arrested Development) vs. GLaDOS/Caroline (Portal)

Nico Robin (One Piece) vs. Helen Richardson (The Magnus Archives)

Nefera de Nile (Monster High) vs. Lady Barbrey Dustin (A Song of Ice and Fire)

Jennifer Check (Jennifer's Body) vs. Moira O'Deorain (Overwatch)

Artemis (Greek Myth) vs. Tomie Kawakami (Tomie)

Rachel (Animorphs) vs. Shego (Kim-Possible)

Tabitha Scarlet (Scarlet Hollow) vs. Morgana Pendragon/le Fey (BBC Merlin)

The Witch (Into the Woods) vs. Nimona (Nimona)

Klaasje Amandou (Disco Elysium) vs. Ianthe Tridentarius (The Locked Tomb)

Sailor Galaxia (Sailor Moon) vs. Lady Alcina Dimitrescu (Resident Evil: Village)

Vriska Serket (Homestuck) vs. Willie Jack (Reservation Dogs)

Galadriel (Lord of the Rings) vs. Charlie (Don't Starve)

Rose Quartz/Pink Diamond (Steven Universe) vs. Tokiko Shigure (AI: The Somnium Files)

Shion Sonozaki (Higurashi When They Cry) vs. Yuko Ichihara (xxxHolic)

Laerynn Coramar-Seelie (Critical Role: Exandria Unlimited) vs. Granny Weatherwax (Discworld)

Catherine Earnshaw (Wuthering Heights) vs. Starlight Glimmer (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic)

Dr. Frank-N-Furter (Rocky Horror Picture Show) vs. Jinx (Arcane/League of Legends)

Eva Ushiromiya (Umineko When They Cry) vs. Empress Phillipa Georgiou (Star Trek)

Paige Duplass (The Silt Verses) vs. Dr. Pamela Isley AKA Poison Ivy (DCEU)

Reagan Ridley (Inside Job) vs. Kalina AKA Shadow Cat (Fantasy High)

Power (Chainsaw Man) vs. Marcille Donato (Dungeon Meshi)

Remy "Thirteen" Hadley (House MD) vs. Fang Runin / Rin (The Poppy War)

Han Sooyoung (Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint) vs. Wu Zetian (The Iron Widow)

Emma Perkins (The Hatchetfield Series) vs. Nadja of Antipaxos (What We Do In The Shadows)

Junko Enoshima (Danganronpa) vs. Malva (Pokemon)

Vermouth (Detective Conan) vs. Eleanor (Do Revenge)

Asuka Langley Soryu (Neon Genesis Evangelion) vs. Leliana (Dragon Age)

Anthy Himemiya (Revolutionary Girl Utena) vs. Kyoko Sakura (Puella Magi Madoka Magica)

O-Ren Ishii (Kill Bill) vs. Gwendolyn Poole AKA Gwenpool (Marvel Comics)

Lappland Saluzzo (Arknights) vs. Dr. Harleen Quinzel AKA Harley Quinn (DCEU)

Faith Lehane (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) vs. Rue Kuroha AKA Princess Kraehe (Princess Tutu)

Eve (Biblical Canon) vs. Ellie Williams (The Last of Us)

Marina (Sinbad: The Legend of the Seven Seas) vs. Sucre/Sugar (OFF)

Shodan (System Shock) vs. Halea Haumea (Phantomarine)

Arcee (IDW Transformers) vs. Wu Zetian (IRL History)

Miranda Pryce (Wolf 359) vs. Perihelion / ART (The Murderbot Diaries)

Princess Bonnibel Bubblegum (Adventure Time) vs. Lady Macbeth (Macbeth)

Harrowhark Nonagesimus (The Locked Tomb) vs. White Gladys the Orca (IRL)

Doctor Carmilla (Doctor Carmilla and The Mechanisms) vs. Catra (She-Ra and the Princesses of Power)

Jasnah Kholin (The Stormlight Archive) vs. Medea (Greek Mythology)

Odin (The Bifrost Incident) vs. Nana Daiba (Revue Starlight)

Beatrice (Umineko When They Cry) vs. Any Female Praying Mantis (IRL)

Veronica Sawyer (Heathers) vs. Eleanor Guthrie (Black Sails)

Willow Rosenberg (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) vs. Shadowheart (Baldur's Gate 3)

Noi (Dorohedoro) vs. Beatrix Kiddo (Kill Bill)

Rat God (Mad Rat Dead) vs. Petra Solano (Jane the Virgin)

Monika (Doki Doki Literature Club) vs. Cinder Fall (RWBY)

Major Margaret "Hot Lips" Houlihan (M*A*S*H) vs. Mrs. Lovett (Sweeney Todd)

Claudia (Interview with the Vampire) vs. Lady Eboshi (Princess Mononoke)

Entrapta (She-Ra and the Princesses of Power) vs. Princess Azula (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Samantha Groves AKA Root (Person of Interest) vs. Shanoa (Castlevania)

Makima (Chainsaw Man) vs. Raphaella la Cognizi (The Mechanisms)

Yennefer Vengerbeg (The Witcher) vs. Toriel Dreemurr (Undertale)

Elizabeth Swann (Pirates of the Carribbean) vs. Wanda Maximoff AKA The Scarlet Witch (Marvel Cinematic Universe)

Mapleshade (Warrior Cats) vs. Gertrude Robinson (The Magnus Archives)

Homura Akemi (Puella Magi Madoka Magica) vs. Annabeth Chase (Percy Jackson and the Olympians)

Muu Kusonoski (Milgram) vs. Romanadvoratrelundar (Doctor Who)

Rouge the Bat (Sonic the Hedgehog) vs. Yubel (Yu-Gi-Oh)

Ponyo (Ponyo) vs. Aubrey (OMORI)

Dr. Olivia "Liv" Octavius AKA Doc Ock (Into the Spider-Verse) vs. Helena George Wells (Warehouse 13)

Miles "Tails" Prower (Sonic the Hedgehog) vs. The Fairy Godmother (Shrek 2)

Nami (One Piece) vs. Lucretia (The Adventure Zone: Balance)

[ultraheydudemestuff]

Tinnerman Steel Range Company

2048 Fulton Rd.

Cleveland, OH

Originally built in 1893, Tinnerman Steel Range Company building, home to a prominent Cleveland family-owned company founded by George A. Tinnerman, is a factory building constructed in segments from 1886 to 1914, where the first steel cooking range and the first speed nut was manufactured. George August Tinnerman was born in Bavaria in 1845. In 1847, the year before the 1848 Revolutions which shook central Europe from Vienna to Paris, George immigrated to America with his parents Henry and Sophia Tinnerman. Like his father who was a wheelright, George entered the trades but as a tinner. In 1868, he opened a hardware store on Lorain Avenue--just east of its intersection with Fulton Road. Among the products George sold were cast iron stoves. In 1875, according to his son Albert, George became dissatisfied with the cumbersome cast iron stoves and invented the first steel range--a forerunner of today's range stoves.

In 1890, as George Tinnerman grew financially successful, he and his family moved from their house on Fulton, which abutted the Tinnerman stove and range manufacturing plant, to a more fashionable address on the northwest corner of Franklin Boulevard and Gordon Street (now West 65th Street). George and his wife Caroline completed the raising of their four children in this house, and, when the children became adults, three of them acquired houses on Franklin Boulevard in the 6000-7000 block--none more than a few minutes walk from their parents' home on the corner of West 65th. Members of the Tinnerman family continued to live on Franklin Boulevard until well into the decade of the 1940s.

George became so successful in selling his new steel stoves that, in 1913, he closed his hardware store and began to exclusively manufacture stoves and ranges. In 1925, George A. Tinnerman died and his son Albert H. Tinnerman, who until 1938 lived at 6910 Franklin Boulevard, took over the family business. In 1925, Albert invented a new fastener for stoves called a "speed nut." As it turned out, Albert's invention had application not only in the manufacture of stoves, but also in the manufacture of automobiles and aircraft. In the 1930s, Albert's son, George A. Tinnerman II, convinced Henry Ford to use the speed nuts in his automobiles, and in the 1940s, during World War II, the United States government also began using Tinnerman's speednuts in its aircraft. One source claimed that the federal government's use of the Tinnerman speed nut not only reduced the weight of American war planes, but also cut production time in half.

In 1950, Tinnerman Products-- now a national manufacturer of speed nuts and other clips and fasteners, moved from its original location on Fulton Road to a new state of the arts facility on Brookpark Road in the suburb of Brooklyn. The Tinnerman Stove and Range Company building at 2048 Fulton Road became home to Vista Color Imaging, a visual marketing solutions business.During the decades of the 1950s and 1960s, Tinnerman Products continued to grow under the guidance of Albert Tinnerman and then his daughter Alberta Buttris, a third generation Tinnerman and granddaughter of George A. Tinnerman. In 1969, the company's separate corporate existence in Cleveland came to an end when it merged with Cleveland industrial giant, Eaton Corporation.

The Tinnerman Steel Range manufacturing facility was added to the National Register of Historic Places on February 21, 2017. Throughout their leadership, the Tinnerman’s successfully patented hundreds of other innovations in hardware and machinery that today can be found in several industries and product types. Although the company eventually merged with industrial giant Eaton Corp. in the late 60’s, they certainly left their mark in Cleveland. and the newly renovated Tinnerman Lofts is a celebration of that legacy, offering stunning apartments, blending ten-foot-high windows and brick walls with contemporary finishes, surround a courtyard oasis featuring a grill station, firepit, and bocce courts. The inside finds a two-story community living room offering the perfect escape for remote work or relaxing with friends.

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Bouckaert Equestrian H. T. &amp, International, Watching the First CCI4*-S of the 2024 Winter

Hannah Sue Hollberg and Capitol HIM. Photo by Liz Crawley Photography.

The big 4* season is upon us here in the U.S., and the action kicks off for the top horses and riders this weekend at Bouckaert Equestrian, formerly known as Chattahoochee Hills in Georgia. A total of 34 horses and riders are entered in the headlining 4*-S division this weekend, along with a slew of riders from divisions ranging from 2* up on the FEI side and from Novice up on the National side.

These early season 4* events provide a preview of the horses aiming for spring 4*-L or 5* events, and this year in particular we’re keeping a keen eye on these prep events as many riders will be vying for a berth to the upcoming Paris Olympics. There’s also a healthy prize fund on offer this weekend, with $12,000 up for grabs in the 4* division. While we won’t typically see all combinations putting the pedal down in the jumping phases this early in the season, we’re nonetheless in for a top competition.

Gillian Warner will be reporting on Bouckaert Farm’s 4* this weekend with a comprehensive final report coming your way after the conclusion of the event. You can also follow along with live scoring here; competition begins tomorrow (Friday) and will conclude on Saturday for the 4* pairs.

Hanna Bundy and Lovely Assistant. Photo by Shelby Allen.

Highlighting this weekend’s entry list are several Canadian riders, all putting their best foot forward to catch the eye of the Canadian selectors after our neighbors to the north cemented their team qualification for Paris at the Pan American Games last fall. We’ll see riders such as Hanna Bundy with Lovely Assistant, Katie Malensek with Landjaeger, Colleen Loach with FE Golden Eye and Vermont, and Lisa Marie Fergusson and Honor Me competing in the 4*-S.

Other key names to watch include Phillip Dutton, who brings forward Azure, Denim, and newer ride Jewelent — and he’s also riding alongside his daughter, Olivia, who’s just started her Advanced and 4* career with former 5* horse Sea of Clouds.

Mia Farley, who stole all our hearts with her gutsy performance at her first 5* last fall at Maryland, will return to action with the off-track Thoroughbred Phelps. Hannah Sue Hollberg is also entered with Capitol HIM; this pair was the top-placed U.S. combination at the Maryland 5 Star last year and will look to build on that result this spring.

Leslie Law and Lady Chatterley. Photo by Christine Quinn.

We’ll also see the return of Lady Chatterley, who had a quiet 2023 after winning USEA Mare of the Year in 2022. She’ll return to the level with Olympic gold medalist Leslie Law in the irons, coming off a romp around the Rocking Horse Advanced last month to kick off her season.

Other ones to watch who could be good for the lion’s share of the prize fund include Caroline Pamukcu with King’s Especiale, Alyssa Phillips and Oskar, and Julie Wolfert and SSH Playboy.

You can view the full entry list here. Stay tuned for much more coming your way from Bouckaert Farm soon!

Bouckaert Equestrian HT and International: [Website] [Entries] [Ride Times] [Scoring]

[chrancecriber]

Chilltrax (June 19, 2023)

23:58 Delerium And Mimi Page - Blue Fires 23:58 C H I L L T R A X - World’s Chillout Channel (Chillout Channel) 23:52 Zaven - Passive Activity (Evren Furtuna Remix) 23:47 Trilucid - Cheyenne (Extended Sunset Mix) 23:43 Kaskade - Find Love 23:39 Lar - Collide (Jody Wisternoff & James Grant Remix) 23:39 C H I L L T R A X - Toh Freesound 23:36 Leisure Feat. Muroki - Summer Season 23:32 Satin Jackets & Panama - Alive 23:29 Sum Wave - Milkyway 23:23 Ultraista - Mariella (Zero 7 Remix) 23:23 C H I L L T R A X - Wonderful Tan! 23:19 Jan Blomqvist & Malou - Alone 23:16 Kelela - Contact 23:12 Attom - Distant Memories 23:08 Arto - Now You're Gone 23:04 Washed Out - Face Up 23:04 C H I L L T R A X - Toh Cymbal Roll Bass 23:00 Feiertag - Didn't Know Why (You Lost Your Soul) 22:56 Blonde Maze - When You Move 22:51 Jean Caillou - Signs 22:47 False Intentions - Good Liar 22:43 Jako Diaz & Leyet - Only You 22:43 C H I L L T R A X - Chill Out Chilltrax 22:39 Sebastian Davidson - Nomads 22:36 Emmit Fenn - The Chase 22:31 Braxe Falcon - Step By Step (Amtrac Remix) 22:27 Woven - Brushes 22:21 Pilots Of Peace - Fallin 22:21 C H I L L T R A X - Toh Moon Boots 22:17 Nicolas Godin - The Border 22:13 Chill Cole - Liquid Life 22:09 Sg Lewis - Lifetime 22:04 Lamorn - Olsen After Midnight 22:00 Emancipator - Baralku 22:00 C H I L L T R A X - R.i.p. John Hurt 21:57 Cannons - Loving You 21:53 Pines Feat. Water Park - Tell Me 21:48 Blank & Jones - Floatation 21:44 Lipless & Blue Noir - Alone 21:41 Everything But The Girl - Forever 21:41 C H I L L T R A X - The Chillout Channel Redux 21:36 Dim Kelly - Nocturna Animal 21:33 Attlas & Jodie Knight - Used To The Silence 21:29 Leisure - Be With You 21:24 Zaven - Voliere Amplitude 21:21 Tep No & Noak Hellsing - I Won’t Need You 21:16 Max Cooper - A Model Of Reality (Tor Remix) 21:16 C H I L L T R A X - Escape The Noise 21:13 Elypsis - Open Your Eyes 21:09 George Fitzgerald & Syml - Mother 21:06 Charles Webster Feat. Shara Nelson - This Is Real 21:02 Royksopp Feat. Astrid S - Just Wanted To Know 20:59 Attom - Where Are We Going 20:54 Nando Rodriguez Feat. Lottie - Madness (Cafe Chill Out Mix) 20:53 C H I L L T R A X - Jimpster 1 20:50 Kx5 & Sofi Tukker - Sacrifice (St Mix) 20:46 Alampa - The One 20:43 Rocket Empire - Lima 20:39 Tennyson - Iron 20:39 C H I L L T R A X - Slurry Toh 20:35 Mozez & Tim Angrave - Head Full Of Dreams 20:32 Finding Mero - In Loving Memories 20:28 Vintage And Morelli Feat. Arielle Maren - The Light (Flexible Fire Remix) 20:23 Eli & Fur - Where I Find My Mind 20:19 Eric Hilton - Artifact22 20:19 C H I L L T R A X - Cool Refreshed Smooth As Can Be 20:15 Jan Blomqvist - Carry On (Earthlife Remix) 20:12 Two Lanes & Panama - Rolling Back 20:08 Pableno - Heights 20:04 Andrew Nagy & Joel Winterflood - Little To None 20:00 Lana Del Rey - Doin' Time (Chilltrax Yesterday/today Mix) 20:00 C H I L L T R A X - World Comes To Chilltrax.com 19:56 Sultan Shepard - Sirens 19:52 Nuage Feat. Gus - The Place We Know 19:49 Shallou - Heartaches 19:46 Holen - Healing 19:46 C H I L L T R A X - Toh Dzihan 19:41 Dom Dolla & Mansionair - Strangers (Flight Facilities Remix) 19:35 Maya Jane Coles Feat .chelou - Never Asked For Much 19:32 Odsen - Retrospective 19:27 Tagavaka - Oxygen 19:27 C H I L L T R A X - Magnifyingglasssogood4u 19:22 Alex Lo Faro - Move With Me 19:18 Passenger 10 - Voices In Her Head 19:15 Forester - Symphony 19:10 Il:lo - Cynnes 19:05 Jody Wisternoff Feat. Sian Evans - The Bridge 19:05 C H I L L T R A X - Toh Bassy Dr 19:00 Elderbrook - Wasted On You 18:56 Satin Jackets Feat. Ivy Falls - Different Directions 18:53 Tescana - Benissa 18:50 Lp Giobbi Feat. Caroline Byrne - Another Life 18:46 Everything But The Girl - Run A Red Light 18:46 C H I L L T R A X - Street Life Worlds Cc 18:42 Jones Meadow - Shackles 18:39 53 Thieves - Heights 18:35 Phoenix & Dj Falcon - Winter Solstice (Braxe Falcon Remix) 18:31 Giants' Nest - Heart Void 18:28 Jimpster & Oliver Night - Ascension 18:28 C H I L L T R A X - Glitchy Toh 18:22 Washed Out - Hide (Amtrac Remix) 18:19 Dye O - Simply Be Here 18:14 Ry X & Olafur Arnalds - Colorblind (Whomadewho Remix) 18:10 Alampa - Seesaw Season 18:06 Toka Kakabadze - Urban 18:06 C H I L L T R A X - Trans Europe Vocoder 18:01 Monolink - Turning Away (Parra For Cuva Remix) 17:58 Blonde Maze - Fade Into You 17:53 Two Lanes Feat. Kwesi - Another Time 17:48 Volen Sentir & Makebo - Into The Stars 17:45 Olan - Wake And Return (Little Dragon Remix) 17:40 Reel People & Muhsinah - Something New (Kraak & Smaak Remix) 17:40 C H I L L T R A X - Chilltrax - Chill Out Piano 17:36 Feathervane & Oreonic - Overcast 17:32 Chicane & The Mannequin - Summer In E Major 17:27 Boerd - 2far 17:24 Melosense - Nous 17:19 Northern Form - Mend 17:13 Arley & Sirolf - One Day 17:13 C H I L L T R A X - The Chillout Channel, Chilltrax 17:10 Aether - Jupiter & Saturn 17:05 Trilucid - Cheyenne (Extended Sunset Mix) 16:59 Cubicolor - Wake Me Up 16:54 Sumsuch Feat. Matty Eeles - Find Home (Vincenzo-chilltrax Sumdub Mix) 16:50 Dreem - Miles Away 16:45 Vok - Figure (Wax Wings Remix) 16:45 C H I L L T R A X - Fresh And Fascinating 16:42 Fløa (Floa) - Pictures Of You 16:37 Attlas Feat. Mango - Over The Water 16:32 Joy Orbison Feat. Lea Sen - Better 16:28 Satin Jackets & Panama - Alive 16:28 C H I L L T R A X - Toh Freesound 16:25 Sum Wave - It Feels Like Summer 16:20 Royksopp - Me&youphoria 16:17 Kidnap & Pinkpirate - Things Change 16:12 Floa & Ra5im - Give Me A Second 16:07 Morgin Madison & Ryan Lucian - From The Start (Mm Chill Remix) 16:03 Christian Burns - Everywhere 15:58 Cahelo - Bananaquit (Mass Digital Extended Remix) 15:53 Darius Feat. Benny Sings - Rise (Darius Remix) 15:48 Sofi Tukker - Swing (Mahmut Orhan Remix) 15:48 C H I L L T R A X - Escape 2 Music 15:45 Flexible Fire - Marea Turquesa 15:42 Reel People & Paula - Vibe (Moods Remix) 15:39 Drama - Dark Rain 15:34 Two Lanes - Movement 15:34 C H I L L T R A X - Toh Cymbal Roll Bass 15:30 Andre Aguado - Through The Night 15:25 Braxe Falcon - Step By Step (Amtrac Remix) 15:20 Leaving Laurel - The Family We Find 15:15 Rüfüs Du Sol - See You Again 15:15 C H I L L T R A X - R.i.p. John Hurt 15:12 Elderbrook & Tourist - Howl (Chill Mix) 15:07 Sound Quelle & Tailor - Where We Should Be 15:04 Feiertag Feat. Tessa Rose Jackson - Ambivalence 15:00 Rocket Empire - Astoria 14:55 Alampa - Lush Dance 14:55 C H I L L T R A X - Toh Moon Boots 14:50 Steven Weston Feat. Tae - Same Dream 14:46 Leisure - Take You Higher (Serebii & Arjuna Oakes Remix) 14:43 Ran The Man - Yucatan 14:38 Alison Goldfrapp - The Beat Divine 14:35 Jones Meadow & Clara Mendes - Em Baixo 14:35 C H I L L T R A X - Be Svendsen World Comes 14:31 Sebastian Davidson - Nomads 14:28 Diplo Feat. Rhye - Mmxx - Xii 14:25 Attlas & Jodie Knight - Used To The Silence 14:20 Billion Watchers - Rainman 14:15 Gold Lounge - Higher 14:11 Kc Lights Feat. Leo Stannard - Cold Light (6am Remix) 14:07 Lar - Collide (Jody Wisternoff & James Grant Remix) 14:02 Royksopp & Susanne Sundfor - Oh, Lover (Nto Remix) 13:58 False Intentions - Good Liar 13:53 Massive Attack - Weather Storm 13:52 C H I L L T R A X - Tcc Warm And Tender Ocean 13:49 Xixi Feat. Kwesi - Close To U 13:44 Eli & Fur - You And I 13:41 Flexible Fire - Amatista 13:36 Satin Jackets - Don't Worry (Lost Desert Remix) 13:32 Vandelux - All I've Ever Known 13:32 C H I L L T R A X - Worldschilloutchannnel Orbit 13:28 Shingo Nakamura - Falling Off 13:24 Mozez & Tim Angrave - Head Full Of Dreams 13:21 London Grammar - Lose Your Head 13:18 Dex 1200 - Ongea Nami 13:13 Odesza Feat. Olafur Arnalds - Light Of Day (Parra For Cuva Remix) 13:08 Nicholas Gunn & Alina Renae - Angel Eyes 13:08 C H I L L T R A X - E-chilled-music 13:04 Logic1000 - 21 13:00 Jan Blomqvist & Malou - Alone 12:57 Ben Macklin Feat. Emma Brammer - Stay With Me (Fvhm Remix) 12:53 Khotin & Tess Roby - Fountain, Growth 12:49 Alex V - Cristal Shore 12:43 Bob Moses - Tearing Me Up (Rac Mix) 12:43 C H I L L T R A X - Parents Magazine Seal 12:39 Heard Right & Oracle - There For You 12:35 Tep No - Deep Sin 12:31 Il:lo - Ink 12:26 Chris Malinchak - Saving My Love 12:26 C H I L L T R A X - Slurry Toh 12:21 Maya Jane Coles Feat .chelou - Never Asked For Much 12:18 Attom - Where Are We Going 12:15 Forester - Saint (Shallou Remix) 12:11 Sons Of Maria - It Takes So Long 12:07 Rohne - Flicker (Faodail Remix) 12:02 Two Lanes - Searching (Exclusive Chilltrax Fixed It! Mix) 11:58 Kidnap - Start Again (Kidnap Piano Mix) 11:54 Duckmaw - Distant Worlds 11:51 Lost In Pacific & Hanging Valleys - Escape 11:45 Disclosure Feat. Jamie Woon - January (Finnebassen Remix) 11:44 C H I L L T R A X - Ct The Backward Chillout Channel 11:40 Sons Of Maria - Outbound 11:35 Lamorn - Olsen After Midnight 11:31 Henry Green - Shift (Edapollo Remix) 11:28 Holen - Healing 11:28 C H I L L T R A X - Toh Dzihan 11:23 Boehm - Who You Are 11:19 Phoenix & Dj Falcon - Winter Solstice (Braxe Falcon Remix) 11:14 Ghenwa Nemnom - Story Of A Battle (Chris Zippel Remix) 11:09 Royksopp - Beautiful Day Without You 11:08 C H I L L T R A X - Magnifyingglasssogood4u 11:05 George Fitzgerald & Syml - Mother 11:00 R Plus & Faithless Feat. Amelia Fox - It's Enough (The Last High) 10:55 Marsh Feat. Leo Wood - Over And Over 10:52 Aftruu - Falling Asleep 10:48 Way Out West Feat. Hendrik Burkhard - We Move In The Dark (Sunday Maybe Mix) 10:48 C H I L L T R A X - Toh Bassy Dr 10:45 Afterlife - All I Wanted 10:41 Boerd Feat. Stella Explorer - Another Life 10:37 Jones Meadow - Need You Now 10:32 Alex Lo Faro - Move With Me 10:28 Evelynka - Letting Go 10:28 C H I L L T R A X - Escape The Noise 10:25 Finding Mero - In Loving Memories 10:20 Rodriguez Jr. Feat. Liset Alea - What Is Real (Deep In The Playa Mix) 10:15 Chicane & The Mannequin - Summer In E Major 10:11 Heard Right & Fløa - Enough 10:08 Che Jose Feat. Jodie Knight - Freedom (Mass Digital Remix Edit) 10:02 A.m.r - Sailor's Cry 09:59 Chill Cole - Liquid Life 09:54 Sound Quelle Feat. Daniel Robinson - Tempest 09:51 Alampa - Seesaw Season 09:48 Melosense - Explore 09:47 C H I L L T R A X - Something I Should Tell You 09:44 Cannons - Loving You 09:40 Faodail & Plya - Strangers Gone Missing 09:36 Arto - Now You're Gone 09:33 53 Thieves - Waves 09:28 Dj San & Sebastian Moore - In Your Eyes 09:28 C H I L L T R A X - Comes To Chill Out 09:24 Approaching Black - New Life 09:20 Satin Jackets & Panama - Alive 09:15 Bonobo Feat. Jordan Rakei - Shadows 09:11 Fakear - Crystal 09:08 Lapsley - 32 Floors 09:04 Everything But The Girl - Forever 09:04 C H I L L T R A X - Worlds Chillout Channel (Chillout Channel) 08:59 Two Lanes - Reflections (Il Lo Remix) 08:55 Nuage Feat. Gus - The Place We Know 08:52 Kaskade - Where Did You Go 08:48 Nils Hoffmann Feat. Malou - About You 08:44 Dye O - Simply Be Here 08:40 Thievery Corporation Feat. Shana Halligan - Love Has No Heart 08:40 C H I L L T R A X - Retsyn 08:36 Feiertag - Didn't Know Why (You Lost Your Soul) 08:33 Sebastian Davidson Feat. Lewyn - Second Hand Love 08:29 Tomb - Unbound 08:25 Aparde - Know You 08:25 C H I L L T R A X - Glitchy Toh 08:19 Braxe Falcon - Step By Step (Amtrac Remix) 08:16 Jones Meadow - Shackles 08:11 Blonde Maze - A Break In Continuity (Forty Cats Remix) 08:07 Jako Diaz & Leyet - Only You 08:03 Chris Malinchak - Control 08:03 C H I L L T R A X - R.i.p. John Hurt 07:59 Reel People & Paula - Vibe (Moods Remix) 07:55 Mahalo - Nothing Matters (Lipless Remix) 07:50 Volen Sentir & Makebo - Into The Stars 07:46 Kelela - Enough For Love 07:41 Washed Out - Hard To Say Goodbye (Lone Remix) 07:41 C H I L L T R A X - Chill Out Chilltrax 07:38 Sum Wave - Milkyway 07:35 Elderbrook & Tourist - Howl (Chill Mix) 07:30 Circle Sky - Your Name 07:27 Lar - Collide (Jody Wisternoff & James Grant Remix) 07:27 C H I L L T R A X - Toh Freesound 07:22 Royksopp Feat. Astrid S - Let's Get It Right 07:19 Attlas & Jodie Knight - Used To The Silence 07:14 Emi Ca - Just Breathe 07:10 Kleerup Feat. Yuna - Break Down The Wall 07:04 Alison Goldfrapp - The Beat Divine 07:01 Morcheeba - The Moon (Kutiman Remix - Version B) 06:57 Otr Feat. Au/ra - Broken (Rac Mix) 06:51 Il:lo - Cynnes 06:48 Solomon Grey - Home 06:48 C H I L L T R A X - Toh Cymbal Roll Bass 06:44 Kx5 & Sofi Tukker - Sacrifice (St Mix) 06:41 Mango & Cloudcage - More Than This 06:37 Giants' Nest - Storm Trap 06:32 Booka Shade & Satin Jackets - Fusion Royale 06:28 Eli & Fur - Where I Find My Mind 06:28 C H I L L T R A X - Organ The Chillout Channel 06:24 Sebastian Davidson - Nomads 06:20 Faodail & Kakadu - Painting In Shades (Edapollo Remix) 06:16 Mozez & Tim Angrave - Head Full Of Dreams 06:13 Sultan Shepard - Sirens 06:09 Lapsley - Levitate 06:09 C H I L L T R A X - Toh Moon Boots 06:05 The Knocks Feat. Foster The People - All About You (Equal Remix) 06:02 Dreem - Miles Away 05:58 Blonde Maze - Daydream (Otherwise Fine Remix) 05:55 Lp Giobbi Feat. Caroline Byrne - Another Life 05:51 Marsh & Jesse Bullitt - Mantis 05:51 C H I L L T R A X - Jimpster 1 05:48 Jan Blomqvist - Carry On (Earthlife Remix) 05:43 Zaven - Voliere Amplitude 05:39 Wassu & Mimi Page - Within Me 05:35 Everything But The Girl - Caution To The Wind 05:34 C H I L L T R A X - Escape 2 Music 05:30 Maxxim - Waterfalls 05:25 Maya Jane Coles Feat .chelou - Never Asked For Much 05:23 Marsh - Me & You (Joe Miller Remix) 05:19 Melosense - Nous 05:16 Emmit Fenn - --amman 05:11 Max Cooper - A Model Of Reality (Tor Remix) 05:05 Valante - Eio 05:01 False Intentions - Good Liar 04:56 Pines Feat. Akacia - History 04:52 Jean Vayat & Evelynka - My Soul 04:47 Two Lanes - Movement 04:42 Boerd - Blind 04:42 C H I L L T R A X - Cleanliness Don't You Agree 04:38 Elderbrook - Wasted On You 04:34 Running Touch - Why Do I 04:30 Odsen - Retrospective 04:24 Royksopp Feat. Pixx - How The Flowers Grow 04:24 C H I L L T R A X - Slurry Toh 04:20 Phoenix & Dj Falcon - Winter Solstice (Braxe Falcon Remix) 04:17 Baynk Feat. Drama - 1 Chance 04:14 Beacon - Feeling's Gone 04:14 C H I L L T R A X - Slurry Toh 04:10 Manu Zain - Yo Soy 04:07 Zimmer Feat. Panama - Make It Happen 04:03 Kc Lights Feat. Leo Stannard - Cold Light (6am Remix) 03:59 Ampm Feat. Michael Kaneko - Best Part Of Us 03:54 Fabio Vee - Real Mermaid 03:51 Equador - Break Me Gently 03:47 Otr Feat. Au/ra - Broken (Rac Mix) 03:43 Psychemagik Feat. Quinn Lamont Luke - We Can Be One 03:43 C H I L L T R A X - Slurry Toh 03:39 Dave Neville & Jazzy System - Street Life 03:34 Lev Feat. Lenn - Out Of The Dark 03:30 53 Thieves - Gold Dust 03:27 Elderbrook - Numb (Chill Mix) 03:23 Jones Meadow - Powerlines 03:18 Groove Armada - My Friend 03:13 Ad Brown, Ltn And Cat Martin - Miss You 03:09 Jan Blomqvist & Malou - Alone 03:06 Emmit Fenn - What Falling In Love Is For 03:03 Flight Facilities Feat. Your Smith - Heavy 03:00 Dex 1200 - Ongea Nami 02:55 Morgin Madison & Ryan Lucian - From The Start (Mm Chill Remix) 02:51 Heard Right Feat. Phoebe Tsen - Pulling Me Under 02:48 Giants' Nest - Flower Burst 02:43 Trilucid - Cheyenne (Extended Sunset Mix) 02:39 Floa & Phonic Youth - Falling Away 02:39 C H I L L T R A X - Street Life Worlds Cc 02:36 Sum Wave - It Feels Like Summer 02:32 Little Dragon - Water 02:28 Satin Jackets & Panama - Alive 02:25 Rocket Empire - Lima 02:20 Two Lanes - Never Enough 02:20 C H I L L T R A X - Toh Freesound 02:17 Edapollo Feat. Akacia - Run 02:13 Lar - Collide (Jody Wisternoff & James Grant Remix) 02:08 Shingo Nakamura - Come Closer 02:03 Eli & Fur - Better In The Dark 01:59 Tycho - Receiver 01:59 C H I L L T R A X - Wonderful Tan! 01:55 Xixi Feat. Kwesi - Close To U 01:50 Ross Couch - On Fire (Downtempo Mix) 01:47 Pableno - Heights 01:42 Deep Sound Effect Feat. Svetlana Voice - Dreaming About You (Dj Aristocrat Remix) 01:39 Jones Meadow & Clara Mendes - Em Baixo 01:39 C H I L L T R A X - Chilltrax - Chill Out Piano 01:34 Braxe Falcon - Step By Step (Amtrac Remix) 01:29 Blonde Maze - Being Pulled (Polar Inc. Remix) 01:25 Cahelo - Bananaquit (Mass Digital Extended Remix) 01:21 Eloi El - Stick Together (Blonde Maze Remix) 01:17 Kidnap & Pinkpirate - Things Change 01:13 Nuage Feat. Gus - The Place We Know 01:09 Harvey & Oscuro - You're All I Want 01:04 Chris Malinchak, Kiesza, Malin - Tree 01:01 Finding Mero - In Loving Memories 00:55 Massive Attack With Tracey Thorn - Protection 00:55 C H I L L T R A X - R.i.p. John Hurt 00:50 Heard Right & Oracle - There For You 00:47 Beacon - Pay My Debts 00:42 Billion Watchers - Rainman 00:37 Double Touch Feat. Reigan - All I Want 00:37 C H I L L T R A X - Toh Cymbal Roll Bass 00:34 Attlas & Jodie Knight - Used To The Silence 00:30 Chill Cole - Liquid Life 00:27 Pines Feat. Fractures - Rewrite The Ending 00:23 Vandelux - All I've Ever Known 00:19 Bonsaye - Viaje 00:18 C H I L L T R A X - Tcc Warm And Tender Ocean 00:15 Afterlife - All I Wanted 00:12 London Grammar - Baby It's You 00:08 Rocket Empire - Astoria 00:05 Odesza Feat. Maro - Better Now 00:00 Dusky Feat. Pedestrian - Spruce 00:00 C H I L L T R A X - The Chillout Channel Redux

[nighthcwling]

☈ @story1ines sent ; ❛ i won’t give up on you, i know you’re worth it! ❜ // caroline to stefan

a snorted laugh filled the room as he shook his head, the fire iron grasped in his palm as he poked the burning wood, ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀᴍᴜsɪɴɢ sʜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʀᴇᴍᴏᴛᴇʟʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴘᴏssɪʙʟᴇ ғᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʙʀɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ʙᴀᴄᴋ. ❛ i've heard the spill before and i really don't care to hear it again caroline. ❜ he turned his 𝖍𝖚𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖙𝖞 off for a reason - he didn't want to feel anything, ᴇsᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴀɴ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ. darkened eyes never diverted from the flames, ears twitch while listening to the room around him.

❛ if you want to waste your time on me, go ahead but fair warning, you'll have to follow the trail of bodies. ❜ he didn't plan on sticking around in one particular place anymore, he wanted 𝖋𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖍 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 and he wasn't going to find it in mystic falls - ᴀ ᴛᴏᴡɴ ᴏғ ᴛᴀɪɴᴛᴇᴅ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ. he contemplated burning the mansion to rubble to sever all ties that remained - it was no longer his H O M E.

[solarpunks]

Multispecies Cities Solarpunk Urban Futures

Cities are alive, shared by humans and animals, insects and plants, landforms and machines. What might city ecosystems look like in the future if we strive for multispecies justice in our urban settings? In these more-than-human stories, twenty-four authors investigate humanity’s relationship with the rest of the natural world, placing characters in situations where humans have to look beyond their own needs and interests. A quirky eco-businessman sees broader applications for a high school science fair project. A bad date in Hawai‘i takes an unexpected turn when the couple stumbles upon some confused sea turtle hatchlings. A genetically-enhanced supersoldier struggles to find new purpose in a peaceful Tokyo. A community service punishment in Singapore leads to unexpected friendships across age and species. A boy and a mammoth trek across Asia in search of kin. A Tamil child learns the language of the stars. Set primarily in the Asia-Pacific, these stories engage with the serious issues of justice, inclusion, and sustainability that affect the region, while offering optimistic visions of tomorrow's urban spaces.

Table of Contents ​"Listen: A Memoir" by Priya Sarukkai Chabria "By the Light of the Stars" by N. R. M. Roshak "Old Man's Sea" by Meyari McFarland "Deer, Tiger, and Witch" by Kate V. Bui "Vladivostok" by Avital Balwit "The Exuberant Vitality of Hatchling Habitats" by D.A. Xiaolin Spires "Untamed" by Timothy Yam "It is the year 2115" by Joyce Chng "A Rabbit Egg for Flora" by Caroline M. Yoachim "Iron Fox in the Marble City" by Vlad-Andrei Cucu "Mariposa Awakening" by Joseph F. Nacino "A Life With Cibi" by Natsumi Tanaka, translated by Toshiya Kamei "Children of Asphalt" by Phoebe Wagner "Down the River" by Eliza Victoria "Becoming Martians" by Taiyo Fujii, translated by Toshiya Kamei "Abso" by Sarah E. Stevens "In Two Minds" by Joel R Hunt "Arfabad" by Rimi B. Chatterjee "The Mammoth Steps" by Andrew Dana Hudson "Wandjina" by Amin Chehelnabi "The Streams Are Paved With Fish Traps" by Octavia Cade "Crew" by E.-H. Nießler "The Songs That Humanity Lost Reluctantly to Dolphins" by Shweta Taneja "The Birdsong Fossil" by D.K. Mok Multispecies Cities: Solarpunk Urban Futures will be out in ebook and paperback on April 13, 2021! Preorder your copy now.

[bandsonfilm]

Gig List 2022

02.02. Björk - The Shrine, Los Angeles 08.02. Tommy Cossack & The Degenerators/ Plastic Gift / Ikari Orchestra - George Tavern 17.02. CLT DRP/ After London - Signature Brew E8 19.02. Cassels/ Kyoto Kyoto/ Cursty & Cry - The Victoria 20.02. Shame/ MAY - Windmill Brixton 24.02. M(h)aol / Genn/ Blood Wizard - The Ivy House 25.02. Girls in Synthesis - The Shacklewell Arms 26.02. Sit Down/ Slap Rash/ Sleemo - Signature Brew E8 02.03. Sprints/ Prima Queen/ Saloon Dion - MOTH Club 07.03. Destroy Boys/ Lambrini Girls - Camden Assembly 10.03. Wunderhorse/ Oscar Browne - The Lexington 15.03. Lambrini Girls - The Victoria 17.03. Butch Kassidy/ UH - The George Tavern 19.03. Yowl/ Loose Articles/ Lemondaze  - Shacklewell Arms 22.03. Lumer/ Novi Sad - Shacklewell Arms 24.03. Ditz/  Predeceased/ Frank and Beans - Shacklewell Arms 26.03. Stiff Little Fingers/ The Professionals - Roundhouse 28.03. Skating Polly/ Fräulein - The Lexington 29.03. Bodega/ M(h)aol - MOTH Club 30.03. bdrmm/ Pozi - Studio 9294 02.04. A Place To Bury Strangers - Lafayette 05.04. Bambara - Rough Trade East 07.04. Junodef - Oslo 10.04. Crows/ Lumer/ Fuzz Lightyear - Brudenell Social Club, Leeds 14.04. Grouper - Barbican 16.04. Protomartyr/ Traams - Islington Assembly Hall 19.04. Florence & The Machine - Theatre Royal Drury Lane 20.04. King Hannah/ Hussy - Oslo 23.04. Heartworms - Lion Coffee & Records 28.04. Big Brave - MS Loretta, Bremen 05.05. Scalping - Fabric 09.05. Gustaf/ Kills Birds - MOTH Club 10.05. Bad Waitress - MOTH Club 12.-15.05. The Great Escape, Brighton 16.05. Illuminati Hotties - MOTH Club 18.05. Nono - Old Street Records 18.05. Treeboy & Arc - Sebright Arms 19.05. Predeceased - Blondies 20.05. LA Witch - MOTH Club 21.05. Lambrini Girls/ Sit Down - Dream Bags 23.05. Kim Gordon/ Pretty Happy - KOKO 26.05. Bob Vylan/ Grove - Underworld 27.05. Mogwai/ bdrmm/ Beak> - Alexandra Palace 28.05. Wide Awake Festival 06.06. Pinkshift - Camden Assembly 07.06. Judy and the Jerks - The Finsbury Pub 09.06. The Velveteers - The Lexington 17.06. Kikagaku Moyo - Futurum Music Bar, Prague 19.06. Pulled Apart by Horses - Signature Brew E17 21.06. Nine Inch Nails/ Yves Tumor - Brixton Academy 22.06. Sunn O))) - Fabric 25.06. Phoebe Bridgers/ The Rolling Stones/ Dream Wife/ Vista Kicks - Hyde Park 28.06. Bloodmoon/ Hexvessel - Alexandra Palace Theatre 29.06. St. Vincent/ Big Joanie - Hammersmith Apollo 02.07. Calva Louise/ Highly Suspect - Electric Ballroom 02.07. Heartworms/ Kyoto Kyoto - The Shacklewell Arms 07.07. Web - Shacklewell Arms 08.07. Bad Breeding/ Thank/ The Reflecting Skin - Mabgate Bleach, Leeds 09.07. Rat Cage/ Blind Monarch - Lughole, Sheffield 20.07. Iron Maiden - Bürgerweide 23.07. Traams - Rough Trade East 26.07. Phoebe Bridgers/ Sloppy Jane - Brixton Academy 05.08. Junodef/ Japanese Television - The Victoria 06.08. Treeboy & Arc - The Shacklewell Arms 14.08. Ditz/ Liz Lawrence - Signature Brew E17 22.08. Emma Ruth Rundle/ Jo Quail - Clapham Grand 24.07. Junodef/ Cheerless/ Mango in Euphoria/ Elis 25.08. Tame Impala/ Caroline Polachek/ Feet/ Goat/ Working Men’s Club/ Mattiel/ House of Women - All Points East 26.08. Clamm/ 7ebra - The Shacklewell Arms 27.08. Boy Harsher - The Garage 29.08. M(h)aol - The Grace 30.08. Taraka/ Index For Working Music - MOTH Club 01.09. Meatbodies/ Predeceased - MOTH Club 06.09. Drag/ Vanity Fairy - The George Tavern 10.09. English Teacher - Dr. Martens Boot Fair 16.09. Jeffrey Lewis - Schule 21, Bremen 20.09. Drahla/ Genn/ Mynk - Bermondsey Social Club 04.10. James Burgess / CC Honeymoon/ First Hate - Moth Club 09.10. Sniffany & The Nits/ Stingray/ Skitter/ Last Affront - House Show 10.10. Lingua Ignota - Earth 12.10. Double Helix/ Joanie - The Lower Third 13.10. Traams - MOTH Club 17.10. Kate Clover - Shacklewell Arms 18.10. Midwife - Cafe OTO 19.10. Deli Girls/ Prison Religion/ Lizzitsky - Shacklewell Arms 20.10. Liiek/ Miltown - New River Studios 21.10. Crack Cloud - Earth 25.10. Kaputt - Shacklewell Arms 29.10. Stingray/ Micromoon - Blondies 30.10. Pulled Apart By Horses - The Hope and Ruin, Brighton 4.11. Crows - Patterns, Brighton 5.11. Saint Agnes - The Prince Albert, Brighton 5.11. JOHN/ Nuha Ruby Ra - Green Door Store, Brighton 5.11. Kyoto Kyoto/ Moreish Idols - The Old Blue Last 09.11. Gilla Band - Studio 9294 10.11. Highschool/ Moreish Idols/ Wet Kiss- The Shacklewell Arms 14.11. Bnny - St. Pancras Old Church 15.11. Lambrini Girls - Shacklewell Arms 17.11. Dion Lunadon/ Novi Sad - Shacklewell Arms 18.11. Crows/ Film Noir/ Zilcho Hamblin/ Platonica Erotica - Shacklewell Arms 24.11. Total Luck - Dream Bags Jaguar Shoes 26.11. Beige Banquet/ Butch Kassidy - MOTH Club 30.11. Fatdog/ Sweat - Corsica Studios 01.12. Baby in Vain - The Victoria 02.12. JOHN/ Ditz - The Dome 03.12. Bob Vylan - Electric Ballroom 06.12. Ethel Cain/ Kavari - Omeara 07.12. Cobra Man - The Garage 15.12. Scalping/ Working Men’s Club - The Forum Kentish Town

[b--tchcraft]

「   ʰᵃᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵉᵉⁿ 𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖊 𝖓𝖆𝖘𝖍 ʸᵉᵗ ᵗʰⁱˢ ˢᶜʰᵒᵒˡ ʸᵉᵃʳ ?? ᵐᵃʸᵇᵉ ⁱⁿ 𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖍, 𝖘𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖔𝖑 𝖓𝖊𝖜𝖘𝖕𝖆𝖕𝖊𝖗, ᵒʳ 𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖒𝖆 𝖈𝖑𝖚𝖇 (𝖕𝖎𝖙 𝖇𝖆𝖓𝖉) ?? ⁱ ʰᵉᵃʳᵈ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ʷⁱˡᵈ ʳᵘᵐᵒʳˢ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ 𝖊𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖓 ʸᵉᵃʳ ᵒˡᵈ ˡᵃˢᵗ ˢᵉᵐᵉˢᵗᵉʳ, ᵇᵘᵗ ⁿᵒʷ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉʸ’ʳᵉ ᵃ 𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖔𝖗 ⁱᵗ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵃ ᵈⁱᶠᶠᵉʳᵉⁿᵗ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ. ᵃᶜᶜᵒʳᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈˢ ᵗʰᵉʸ’ʳᵉ ᵖʳᵉᵗᵗʸ 𝖆𝖒𝖇𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖚𝖘, ᵇᵘᵗ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ 𝖘𝖍𝖊 ᶜᵃⁿ ᵇᵉ 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖋𝖋𝖎𝖘𝖍. ʷʰᵒ ᵏⁿᵒʷˢ, ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵇᵉ 𝖍𝖊𝖗 ʸᵉᵃʳ !   」

LIGHTNING ROUND

full name: eleanor “ellie” caroline nash

date of birth: august 6, 2002 @ 11:18 PM (18y/o)

star signs: leo sun, aries rising, cancer moon

birth order: only child

gender: cis female (she/her)

sexuality: queer

romanticism: demiromantic

personality: introvert, pessimistic idealist, infj

moral alignment: neutral good

temperament: melancholy-phlegmatic

hogwarts house: ravenclaw

spirituality: agnostic, but follows witchcraft accounts

positive traits: candid, empathetic, individualist

negative traits: sensitive, headstrong, unapproachable

faceclaim: abigail cowen

AN OVERVIEW

tw: military, alcoholism/addiction, self-harm, mental illness, house fire

this portrayal of ellie nash draws from a variety of points in canon!ellie’s story, so there isn’t a definitive place in the degrassi seasons that she picks up from. 

(what i consider to be) crucial elements of her backstory, things that really shape who she is and how she feels, will remain the same or at least very similar; her father is away from home most of the time on military service, her mother struggles with alcoholism, and ellie is recovering from her own battle with self-harm. (please note: since self-harm is an extremely sensitive and triggering topic for a lot of people, myself included, i have no intention of giving her any kind of a relapse, even if she has thoughts about it. i’ll also always tag the shit out of anything relating to it.) 

she still has a passion for journalism and is looking to pursue a career in the field, having already gotten early acceptance to university of toronto scarborough‘s journalism program for the fall 2021 semester. on top of that, after 3 years of involvement with the school newspaper, the degrassi grapevine, she’s been appointed editor-in-chief for the 2020-21 schoolyear. it’s not really her ideal position (and she knew it wouldn’t be) but she’d seen way too many seniors do too many things wrong (by her standards) and she couldn’t stand the thought of spending her senior year watching someone else fuck everything up. plus, it looks great on resumes.

she also still loves music and playing drums. in fact, i’m looking to turn the dial up on her musical interests, because the show made it more of a side hobby and because i am just always a slut for band plots. she’s currently the drummer for both downtown sasquatch and hell hath no fury (an ironic combination) and, in turn, is very involved in the local band scene. live music in general is by far one of her favorite pastimes and she is someone who will save hundreds of dollars just so she can drop them on GA tickets. her favorite band is my chemical romance because same, and because staple emo but she’s someone who can enjoy any genre, and can’t stand elitists and gatekeepers. she’s basically taken over the music section of the grapevine because she got tired of reading everyone’s “unpopular opinions” on why billie eilish is overrated.

she also still regularly attends both group and individual therapy sessions, and recently has also found out about ACA (adult children of alcoholics/dysfunctional families) and has started attending meetings as well. she’s not one to shy away from conversations about mental health and will correct you if you’re ignorant or insensitive. she tries to be someone working against the stigma, and someone encouraging others to seek help if they feel they might benefit from it—hell, probably even if they don’t realize they could use it.

oh, and she very much still has her gothic style, and she’s not going to be growing out of it anytime soon (it’s literally not a phase, mom). since she is alt in this day in age, her fashion sense is like a mix between 2000s punk/emo and modern day egirls/eboys. she predominantly wears black, she loves wearing lots of chains, and she hasn’t met a platform boot too high. she’ll experiment with different makeup trends, like over-blushing her face and drawing hearts under her eyes, but she always defaults into black eyeliner and dark lipstick. 

A RUNDOWN

currently ellie is living alone in the apartment that she used to share with her boyfriend—now ex—before he bailed on her during the summer*. she barely even had time to process the breakup once the reality of keeping up with rent, bills, and groceries all by herself set in, especially since her job at a local movie theatre was only seasonal.

when mrs. nash heard the news, she tried to convince ellie to come back home so she wouldn’t be struggling, but ellie has a lot of reservations; even though her mom has gone to rehab and is supposedly working on sobriety, ellie is afraid of having no other options should her mom relapse and what that would mean for her own mental health—and, hell, even her physical health since her mom, in a drunken state, literally started a housefire. so, she’s repeatedly declined the offer.

knowing that her life was already too jam-packed to set time aside for a physical job, ellie opted for online work as a freelance writer. she isn’t picky about what assignments she takes up and often bites off more than she can chew just to stay afloat. the upsides are that she can work any hours she has available, whether at home or on the go, and can alternate between work and homework as needed; the downside is that it hardly covers her expenses. 

since ellie was clearly steadfast in her decision even if it meant living off of ramen, her mother started mailing her checks to help supplement her income. it wasn’t enough to cover everything since mrs. nash has bills of her own (and knows ellie would be too stubborn to accept that much of a payment anyway) but she felt it would be a nice gesture. while this came as a huge relief for ellie, it was also bittersweet as she knew she couldn’t accept her mom’s money without trying to work on her relationship with her mom, something she’s been trying to avoid. 

ANYTHING ELSE?

*obviously this is based in sean and ellie’s plotline, but should we get a sean and the writer doesn’t want that choice for their character, ellie’s ex will just be a npc, nbd. B)

also it’s worth mentioning that, even though ellie didn’t have sex on the show until she was dating jessie, this ellie lost her virginity to aforementioned boyfriend while they were living together.

and she still has ferret bueller, who is very much alive and well.

i’m up for any canonical connections to still be intact but also would love to see her have so much more, especially since the mixed generations being in one school leaves room for so many opportunities.

while she’s not straightedge, she tries to stay away from drinking, leaving it something she’ll only indulge in a little bit at special events and social occasions. she doesn’t allow any alcohol into her apartment, though, as a way to help her keep it a safe space. she doesn’t allow exceptions, and she doesn’t want to hear it.

she does, however, smoke weed, something she picked up from her ex boyfriend. it helps her to unwind (when she has the chance to unwind) and sometimes even needs it to get any sleep after caffeinating herself all day. she likes to limit her intake since she knows addiction is in her family,...but that doesn’t mean she won’t get completely stoned if she has the time off to enjoy it. it’s a good stress reliever.

i feel like there’s things that i’m forgetting but i think i always feel that way and this is already over a thousand words so i’m just gonna cap it here. let me know if there’s anything else you want to know!

[papermoonloveslucy]

THE MARRIAGE LICENSE ERROR

January 21, 1949

“Marriage License Error” (aka “Marriage License”) is episode #27 of the radio series MY FAVORITE HUSBAND broadcast on January 21, 1949 over the Armed Forces Radio Network (AFN). 

Synopsis ~ Liz and George find their marriage license and discover that instead of "George H. Cooper," it says "George C. Hooper." Now Liz is convinced that she and George aren't legally married!

Portions of this radio show served as the basis for “The Marriage License” (ILL S1;E26) filmed on February 28, 1952 and aired on April 7, 1952, on CBS-TV.  On television, the Ricardo’s marriage license mistakenly read “Bicardi” instead of “Ricardo”. 

“My Favorite Husband” was based on the novels Mr. and Mrs. Cugat, the Record of a Happy Marriage (1940) and Outside Eden (1945) by Isabel Scott Rorick, which had previously been adapted into the film Are Husbands Necessary? (1942). “My Favorite Husband” was first broadcast as a one-time special on July 5, 1948. Lucille Ball and Lee Bowman played the characters of Liz and George Cugat, and a positive response to this broadcast convinced CBS to launch “My Favorite Husband” as a series. Bowman was not available Richard Denning was cast as George. On January 7, 1949, confusion with bandleader Xavier Cugat prompted a name change to Cooper. On this same episode Jell-O became its sponsor. A total of 124 episodes of the program aired from July 23, 1948 through March 31, 1951. After about ten episodes had been written, writers Fox and Davenport departed and three new writers took over – Bob Carroll, Jr., Madelyn Pugh, and head writer/producer Jess Oppenheimer. In March 1949 Gale Gordon took over the existing role of George’s boss, Rudolph Atterbury, and Bea Benadaret was added as his wife, Iris. CBS brought “My Favorite Husband” to television in 1953, starring Joan Caulfield and Barry Nelson as Liz and George Cooper. The television version ran two-and-a-half seasons, from September 1953 through December 1955, running concurrently with “I Love Lucy.” It was produced live at CBS Television City for most of its run, until switching to film for a truncated third season filmed (ironically) at Desilu and recasting Liz Cooper with Vanessa Brown.

REGULAR CAST

Lucille Ball (Liz Cooper) was born on August 6, 1911 in Jamestown, New York. She began her screen career in 1933 and was known in Hollywood as ‘Queen of the B’s’ due to her many appearances in ‘B’ movies. With Richard Denning, she starred in a radio program titled “My Favorite Husband” which eventually led to the creation of “I Love Lucy,” a television situation comedy in which she co-starred with her real-life husband, Latin bandleader Desi Arnaz. The program was phenomenally successful, allowing the couple to purchase what was once RKO Studios, re-naming it Desilu. When the show ended in 1960 (in an hour-long format known as “The Lucy-Desi Comedy Hour”) so did Lucy and Desi’s marriage. In 1962, hoping to keep Desilu financially solvent, Lucy returned to the sitcom format with “The Lucy Show,” which lasted six seasons. She followed that with a similar sitcom “Here’s Lucy” co-starring with her real-life children, Lucie and Desi Jr., as well as Gale Gordon, who had joined the cast of “The Lucy Show” during season two. Before her death in 1989, Lucy made one more attempt at a sitcom with “Life With Lucy,” also with Gordon.

Richard Denning (George Cooper) was born as Louis Albert Heindrich Denninger Jr., in Poughkeepsie, New York. When he was 18 months old, his family moved to Los Angeles. Plans called for him to take over his father’s garment manufacturing business, but he developed an interest in acting. Denning enlisted in the US Navy during World War II. He is best known for his  roles in various science fiction and horror films of the 1950s. Although he teamed with Lucille Ball on radio in “My Favorite Husband,” the two never acted together on screen. While “I Love Lucy” was on the air, he was seen on another CBS TV series, “Mr. & Mrs. North.”  From 1968 to 1980 he played the Governor on “Hawaii 5-0″, his final role. He died in 1998 at age 84.

Ruth Perrott (Katie, the Maid) was also later seen on “I Love Lucy.” She first played Mrs. Pomerantz (above right), a member of the surprise investigating committee for the Society Matrons League in “Pioneer Women” (ILL S1;E25), as one of the member of the Wednesday Afternoon Fine Arts League in “Lucy and Ethel Buy the Same Dress” (ILL S3;E3), and also played a nurse when “Lucy Goes to the Hospital” (ILL S2;E16). She died in 1996 at the age of 96.

Announcer Bob LeMond is not heard in this episode as it is part of the American Forces Network and has a different announcer. 

Gale Gordon (Rudolph Atterbury) and Bea Benadaret (Iris Atterbury) had not yet joined the cast as regular characters.

GUEST CAST

Frank Nelson (Joe Ridgley) was born on May 6, 1911 (three months before Lucille Ball) in Colorado Springs, Colorado. He started working as a radio announcer at the age of 15. He later appeared on such popular radio shows as “The Great Gildersleeve,” “Burns and Allen,” and “Fibber McGee & Molly”. This is one of his 11 performances on “My Favorite Husband.”  On “I Love Lucy” he holds the distinction of being the only actor to play two recurring roles: Freddie Fillmore and Ralph Ramsey, as well as six one-off characters, including the frazzled train conductor in “The Great Train Robbery” (ILL S5;E5), a character he repeated on “The Lucy Show.”  Aside from Lucille Ball, Nelson is perhaps most associated with Jack Benny and was a fifteen-year regular on his radio and television programs.

Doris Singleton (Hotel Biltmore Telephone Operator) created the role of Caroline Appleby on “I Love Lucy,” although she was known as Lillian Appleby in the first of her ten appearances. She made two appearances on “The Lucy Show.”  Singleton played a secretary in the first episode of “Here’s Lucy” and was meant to be a series regular, but her role was written out to concentrate on Lucy Carter’s family life. She did two more episodes of the series.

Ted de Corsia (Police Officer) was an actor in touring companies and on radio before making a memorable film debut as the killer in The Lady from Shanghai (1947). De Corsia's New York street demeanor and gravelly voice assured him steady work playing street thugs, gang leaders or organized-crime bosses. On radio he starred in the CBS series "Pursuit" (1949-50). Two years after this episode of “My Favorite Husband,” he appeared with Lucille Ball on the radio show “The Golden Touch.” 

The actor voicing the role of Paul Buchanan is not credited and has not been identified.

EPISODE

The Coopers are spending the evening in the living room reading the newspapers. Liz is doing the crossword puzzle, while George scans the headlines. 

GEORGE: “Well, it looks like the inauguration came off alright.” 

George is referring to the second inauguration of incumbent President Harry S. Truman, which happened in Washington DC the previous day. It ushered in Truman’s second term in office. It was the first televised U.S. presidential inauguration and the first with an air parade.

Liz insists that crosswords build her vocabulary. George quizzes her on current events. 

GEORGE: “Where did the President take his oath of office?” LIZ: “On a special platform built in front of the capitol building.  GEORGE: “How did you happen to know that?” LIZ: “It showed through the hole when I cut out the crossword puzzle.” GEORGE: “Try this: who administered the oath?” LIZ: “What?” 

The familiar trope of husbands being engrossed in the morning papers to the dismay of their wives takes a slightly different spin here, but was continued well into “I Love Lucy.” The answer that George is looking for is that Chief Justice Fred M. Vinson administered the presidential oath of office that day in 1949.

Through the hole, Liz recognizes the name of Paul Buchanan, who is in the paper because he was elected president at the jewelers convention. Liz recalls dating him in high school. He played tuba in the school band. Liz says she might have married but for his tuba playing.  Liz says that if she had married Paul she might have gotten an engagement ring. Instead, George couldn’t afford a ring and gave her a sweat shirt with his initials on it. George says the initials actually stood for Gym Class!  

LIZ: “I was lovely!  I was engaged!  I was dressed like Maxie Rosenbloom!”

Max Everitt Rosenbloom (1907-76) was a professional boxer, actor, and television personality. In 1948 he played a truck driver in the Paulette Goddard film Hazard. Nicknamed “Slapsie Maxie”, he had appeared in the film Muss ‘Em Up (1936) in which a blonde Lucille Ball was a background performer. She posed with him for the above publicity shot, helping him apply his make-up!

Liz senses that George is still upset about the ring, so she sits on his lap and they cuddle and kiss.  Liz opens their scrapbook, looking at their wedding photos.  She sees her marriage license. 

LIZ: “On this date, Elizabeth Elliott was married to George C. Hooper!” 

Liz panics thinking that their license may be invalid - and they might not even be legally married!  As soon as the Sheridan Falls City Hall opens, Liz intends to go down there personally and find out for sure! 

Unbeknownst to Liz, George calls his friend at the license bureau, Joe Ridgley (Frank Nelson). He tells Joe that he wants him to play a joke on Liz, and tell her that they are not really married!  Joe agrees. 

Liz arrives at the bureau and explains to Mr. Ridgley about the error.  He tells Liz that it does indeed matter. He refers to her as “Miss Elliott” and confirms that she hasn’t been married to George for ten years! 

Liz returns home. When George goes to kiss her - she says that she is no longer his to touch! 

LIZ: “The man at the license bureau put the padlock on our wedlock.”

Liz insists they go right down to the license bureau and get re-married. George - having some fun at her expense - hesitates. Liz is as upset as she is angry!  Just then, Katie the Maid takes Liz aside into the kitchen to tell her that it’s all a joke between George and Joe. Liz decides to get revenge for his prank.

Liz goes back into the living room and George suddenly confesses to his joke - but when he describes Joe Ridgley, Liz says that he is not describing the man she spoke to at all!  Which means that they really aren’t married after all!  George wants to go right down to City Hall and re-marry, but Liz (teasing him along even further) says not so fast - she wants to be single a little longer! Liz picks up the phone to call Paul Buchanan to ask him out on a date. She reminds him that she was called “Queen of the Rumble Seat”! 

A rumble seat was an additional padded passenger seat that popped up from the rear of the vehicle, usually just big enough for two. This led it to becoming synonymous with romantic trysts!  

Liz knows that George can’t hear Paul on the other end as he protests that he is married with six kids!   He abruptly hangs up, but Liz continues her staged phone conversation with the hotel operator (Doris Singleton).  Liz says that she will meet him at the Flamingo Room of the Biltmore. 

In the kitchen, Liz tells Katie that while George thinks she is on a date with Paul Buchanan at the Biltmore, she and Katie will actually be watching Humphrey Bogart at the Strand movie theater.   

In January 1949, Bogart’s most recent film would have been Key Largo, released in mid-summer 1948. It went on to win an Oscar for Claire Trevor.  Humphrey Bogart never appeared on screen with Lucille Ball. However, in “Ricky’s Movie Offer” (ILL S4;E5) Desi Arnaz does an impression of Bogart and in “Lucy and the Andrews Sisters” (HL S2;E6) Lucy blows a kiss to a large poster of Bogart from the movie Casablanca.

Coming out of the Strand later that evening, Liz and Katie notice a crowd in front of the Biltmore Hotel. Katie thinks it might be a wreck! 

LIZ: “When you see a crowd in front of a window these days, it isn’t a wreck, it’s television!”  KATIE: “Oh, well maybe they’re showing a wrestling match!” 

Before television sets became affordable to the general public, it was not uncommon to find people gathered on the sidewalk in front of a store window to view it from the street.

LIZ: “Katie it is wrestling!  There’s gorgeous George!” 

Liz is referring to her husband, George but wrestling matches were very popular on early television, producing such colorful wrestlers as Gorgeous George. George Raymond Wagner (1915–63), was known as Gorgeous George because of his long blonde hair. He was mentioned on “I Love Lucy” in “Pioneer Women” (ILL S1;E25) and “Ricky’s Movie Offer” (ILL S4;E6). In 1949, Republic Pictures released a film starring Gorgeous George.

A Policeman (Ted de Corsia) is breaking up a brawl between George Cooper and Paul Buchanan. Paul is nothing like Liz remembered: bald, fat and with a black eye. Paul remembers George from school. Liz is delighted having two men fighting over her. George spots Liz in the crowd. When George insists Liz is his wife, Liz claims she never saw him before.   When the cop wants to arrest George, Liz pretends to be from Brooklyn (Myrtle Avenue) to talk him out of it. She insists that George buy her an engagement ring (from Paul) to get out of going to jail. The office gladly agrees - if George will properly propose on one knee first!  Liz insists he use her ‘pet’ name. 

GEORGE: “Will you marry me... toodly-woodly-ums!”  COP: “When you gonna get married?” LIZ: “Ten years ago!”  COP: “Why that’s impossible!”  LIZ: “Who cares!  I’ve got back my favorite husband!” 

In the bedtime tag, Liz asks George to get up and get her a glass of warm milk. After bickering about it for a moment, George reluctantly agrees, stubbing his toe on the chair.  By the time he finds his slippers, Liz is snoring, fast asleep. 

GEORGE: “How do you like that? Goodnight, Liz.” 

[heartofsnark]

This Is Love (Chapter Three): The Art of Haunting

Notes: Once again I’m late to posting this, though can you be late to posting something when you make your own schedule? Its time to finally see Dahlia at work and her getting to know her new partner as well as some of the citizens in Hope County.

Word Count: 12866

Chapter Warnings: Cursing, Anxiety Attacks, Ms Mable’s problem with Italians, Slut Shaming, Sexism (thanks, Hurk Sr.) 

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Dahlia huffs out a little breath of air as she looks at herself in the mirror. Trying to look professional and put together, she’s lightened up her eyeliner a little. But it’s the shirt that’s killing her. She doesn’t mind the dark army green and likes it as an overshirt but buttoning it up just feels too put together for her. Dahlia thinks of how she saw Hudson wearing hers, tucked in and half buttoned on, she starts to try it, but just the act of tucking her shirt in feels completely unnatural.

She settles for just leaving it open over a black tank top and rolling her sleeves up to her elbow. If Whitehorse has a problem with it, he’ll call her out on it. Her shirt doesn’t have any messages or graphics on it, which is something. If he knew her better, he’d know that’s reason enough to celebrate. Dahlia ties her hair back in a small ponytail, the most her short hair can manage, with strands still falling out. But, it’s a bit more out of her face.

A deep breath to ease her nerves.

She’s been a cop for around two years, jumped at the chance to join the Academy not long after Lloyd and Caroline took her in,  but at the Reinette station she had Lloyd practically holding her hand every time she was unsure of something. Not to mention, there wasn’t much to do as a cop in Reinette. She probably spent the majority of those two years in the station pelting Chase with spitballs. If Hope County is minor league, Reinette was playing catch in the backyard.

Throwing on her leather jacket, she goes out to the shed and gets her bike out, throwing on her helmet before starting it up.

There’s a flutter of anxiety in her stomach as she walks into the station. A mixture of excitement and fear, she’s not sure which emotion is winning out at the moment.

“Good morning, Junior Deputy,” Nancy greets her with a smile as Dahlia hangs her jacket on a nearby hook. 

“Morning.”

“Earl wants to see you in the bullpen office, through that door right there.” 

In the open office with collections of desks, she sees a few random officers, and the two deputies from her interview. Dahlia’s heart picks up spend when Hudson looks over towards her, flashing a grin. 

“There’s the Rookie.” 

“About time, probie.” 

“Hey…” 

“Not for nothing, you might wanna fix your uniform before the sheriff sees.” 

“Stickler?” 

“Rookie!” The sharp bark of a yell rings out, Whitehorse coming out of his office and making Dahlia snap to attention, “what the hell, sort your uniform out, this is a police station, not high school.” 

“On it,” she responds, buttoning up the shirt to just beneath the neckline of her tank top. 

“Tuck it in too.” 

“Yes, sir,” she grumbles, following orders. Ironically, she feels more like she’s in high school now. Getting barked at about dress code violations. 

“With that settled,” Whitehorse knocks his knuckles against the only desk without anything on it, “this is gonna be your desk, feel free to settle into it when you get a chance. Come back to my office, we got some paperwork and details to take care of, then you’ll be out on patrol with Pratt.” 

Pratt grumbles something she can’t quite hear, and she rolls her eyes, following Whitehorse back into his office. There are a few forms he places before her and she gives her half assed signature on them. Then he starts rummaging through storage in his office, getting a belt out with holsters and pouches. Empty and then he starts to lay out what’s to fill those, each items she recognizes well from her job in Reinette. 

Handcuffs, standard steel and gleaming under the lights of the office. A baton, pepper spray, a walkie talkie style radio,  a taser, a flashlight, and a black Glock 22 sidearm. 

“I’m sure you heard all of this back in Louisiana, but the weight of a loaded gun is a heavy one. It’s a lot of responsibility, it should only be used when absolutely necessary.” 

“Yes, sir.” 

“Alright then, gear up and get ready for patrol.” 

She nods and loops the utility belt, fastening the buckle then attaching each thing she needs, the weight of it all hanging around her waist as she goes back to the bullpen to meet with Pratt. 

She can’t help but let out a huffy sigh when she sees Pratt standing beside his desk and drinking coffee, chatting with Hudson. Her eyes instinctively drawn to the female deputy, remembering that conversation she had with Whitehorse. A crush. Her heart hurts. How can she have a crush, she knows nothing about Hudson, are they meant to be this superficial? Hudson is beautiful; no one with functioning eyes could debate that fact. Long dark hair and olive-green eyes, there’s a tattoo on her forearm that Dahlia never noticed before. Some sort of eagle with an American flag, maybe she has military in her family? Not that this fact means anything to Dahlia, why would she care about that? 

“Looks like I’m stuck on babysitting duty.” Pratt’s voice cuts through her thoughts like ice water being splashed in her face. She flushes red, realizing how stupid she must have looked just gawking for a moment at a pretty girl. 

“If anyone’s stuck babysitting it’s gonna be Rook,” Hudson tells him, rolling her eyes and flashing another big smile at Dahlia. Everything about her is so warm and comforting. Crushes suck, she’s finally in control of her life and her body decides she can’t control it. Instead of responding or communicating like a functional human being, Dahlia scratches at the back of her neck and avoids eye contact. 

“Whatever, c’mon, probie I ain’t got all day.” 

Dahlia reluctantly follows after Pratt, out to one of the parked patrol cars. He climbs into the driver’s seat and she plops herself in the passenger side. Sheriff gone, she immediately starts to undo the buttons on her uniform shirt. 

“What are you doing?” 

“I’m not wearing my uniform like this, not if I don’t have to.”

“Well, you have to.”

“Whitehorse isn’t here.” She shrugs and untucks her shirt. 

“I have seniority over you, Rookie. If I say you need to have your uniform on properly, you have to.”

“Shut the fuck up.” 

“You need to respect your higher ups.” 

“You wanna lecture me about respect and my uniform, or do you wanna go do our jobs?” 

“Fine, but you better lose the attitude.” 

“I’ll get right on that.” She rolls her eyes, looking out the window of the patrol car as Pratt starts up the engine. This is going to be a less than fun probationary hire, hopefully it won’t be long until she’s able to patrol on her own. 

The morning rolls by slowly, no calls in or anything needing attention. Dahlia is comfortable in silence for the most part, content to just watch the environment as they drive around. Forcing conversation or small talk isn’t appealing. If she grows close and gets to know people, she’d rather it happen naturally than just desperately trying to fill silence. 

Pratt is less comfortable with silence, she learns quickly. As much as he talked crap about not wanting her to annoy him or be a problem, he’s far more concerned with getting her attention than she is his. 

“So, you came here from Louisiana?” 

“Mmhm.” 

“What made you wanna become a cop?’ 

“…”

She already passed her interview, she doesn’t want to spend her time rambling to someone else about her situation; he just wants to do her job. 

“Not much of a talker, huh?” 

“…”

It isn’t until around noon that something finally happens. It’s nothing major, a red ford driving through a stop sign. No crashes or accidents, but illegal, nonetheless. Pratt flicks on the lights and the siren, rushing after the traffic violator. The truck pulls off on the side of the road and Dahlia goes to unbuckle her seat belt. 

“What are you doing?” Pratt asks, looking at her like she’s lost her damn mind. 

“Getting out to give this guy a ticket.” 

“You’re not going anywhere, you stay right there.” 

“What?” 

“You heard me, I don’t want you getting out of this car,” he tells her one more time as he steps out. She groans, it’s just a ticket, but at least it was something. It’d give her an excuse to stretch her legs. Does he seriously think she can’t handle writing a ticket? She glares as Pratt talks to the man and writes up the ticket, returning to the patrol car without any trouble. 

“I call the next ticket, at least.” 

“Doesn’t work like that.” 

“What do you mean it doesn’t work like that? You have to let me get out of the car at some point.”

“You’re gonna sit and learn by observing.” 

“Observing what?! You walking to a car? I know how to write tickets, that’s basic, you can at least let me do that much.” 

“Don’t ask questions, alright?” 

“I will ask any and every question that I damn well please.” 

Pratt scoffs at her before starting the car back up, the day continues much the same to Dahlia’s absolute chagrin. 

Someone speeds, she’s told to just stay in the car. Someone makes an illegal turn; she’s told to stay in the car. They’ve pulled over the fourth person of the day, someone they caught on their phone driving. Once again, Pratt tells her to sit still as he goes and takes care of it, coming back afterwards. 

“I swear to god if you don’t let me do something, I’m gonna scream.” 

“Don’t be a brat, there’s no need to send you out for traffic violations.” 

“It’s better than just sitting here, my legs are falling asleep.” 

“Deputy Pratt, Hale, this is dispatch,” Nancy’s voice drifts through the radio in the middle of the car. 

“Pratt responding.” 

“We have a call from Ms. Mable, Peaches got out again, you’re our nearest unit.” 

“Ugh, can that old b-,” he pauses for a moment and a grin comes across his face, looking over at Dahlia, “you know what, I think this is perfect for the probie’s first call. Tell her we’re headed that way.” 

“You sure that’s a great idea, Pratt?” 

“Already on our way, over.” 

“Peaches?” Dahlia asks as they start to head up to the northern part of the Henbane River area. 

“It’s Ms. Mable’s cat, she’s always escaping and gets into all kinds of trouble. The F.A.N.G center is the closest thing we have to animal control, but we don’t ask for their help unless absolutely necessary.” 

It makes sense, she guesses, not much is needed to tame a cat. 

“If it means I can get out of the car, I’ll take it.” 

She yawns and leans back in her seat as Pratt starts to take her up a mountain slope, signs for Peaches Taxidermy catching her eye. There are two buildings when they park as well as a large caged in enclosure, with a box. Seems like a lot of space for a cat, maybe she has big dogs as well, though the enclosure appears empty. An older woman with short dark hair is standing nearby, a little toy mouse in her hand. The deputies get out to greet her and when the woman sees them, her expression goes sour. 

“It’s about damn time.”

“Got here as soon as we could, Ms. Mable.” 

“Well, it wasn’t soon enough and who the hell is this?” The woman’s eyes narrow at Dahlia. 

“I’m Deputy-” 

“Junior Deputy,” Pratt cuts her off and she scoffs. He can’t at least give her the deputy title. 

“Are you Italian?” Ms. Mable asks instead, and Dahlia can’t help but give a look of disbelief, what does that matter?

“Uh, like, half, yeah.”

“Oh, just what I need for my jewelry to go missing.” 

“Okay…. not even gonna tell you what the other half is…” 

“Do you have any idea where Peaches might have gone?” Pratt steers the conversation back, thankfully saving Dahlia from anymore conversation about her heritage. 

“Sometimes she goes down to the little camp south of here.” 

“Alright, we’ll get it taken care of. Probie, go grab that bag of treats.”

Dahlia nods and grabs the bag of treats, chicken livers, because animal treats are all weird and gross. She carries it with her as she follows Pratt down the rural little path, over a little bridge that crosses a stream. The woods clears out to a small campsite with tents and an extinguished campfire. 

“Not to be a buzzkill, but isn’t this a little below our paygrade? I mean Mable isn’t decrepit, surely she can get her own cat back.” 

“Don’t worry about it, just get the treats out, Peaches will come running to you.” Pratt is leaning back against a towering tree, arms crossed, relaxed like he’s on vacation. 

“Okie doke…” 

Dahlia rifles through the bag and gets out a treat, squishy and weird under her fingers. Her hands are going to reek like cat food for the rest of the day. She crouches down and holds the treat out; looking around the area, trying to find the housecat, but she can’t see anything. 

“Here Peaches,” she calls out, hoping to entice the cat out. 

Then she’s on her back. 

The wind has gone out of her lungs, heavy paws pin her shoulders down as a mass of golden fur lands on her. She blinks for a minute, stars dazing her vision as shock overwhelms her. Then she takes it in. Sharp feline eyes glaring down at her, one gold and the other blue. 

A cougar. 

She clenches her jaw; she’s pinned and can’t reach her weapons. She’s at the mercy of the animal. Its lips pull back and white fangs shine in the daylight, the sun illuminating the golden cat on top of her. Beautiful, she can’t help but think as she waits for those fangs to sink into the tender flesh of her throat. 

It pushes it maw into her open hand, where the chicken liver is and gobbles it up. She’s next, isn’t she? But once the treat is gone, the cougar licks at her hand, collecting any leftover flavor. Then it turns back to her, the main dish after an appetizer. 

A sandpaper rough tongue rubs over Dahlia’s face. Something is revving like an engine on top of her…the cougar is purring. Pressing and nuzzling its fluffy face against Dahlia before giving another lick. No hint of bite or teeth mingling in the affectionate gesture. What is…

Pratt is laughing, she realizes. 

The cougar’s paws shift so she can lift her arms and she reaches to pet the seemingly docile mountain lion. That’s when she feels, a collar, the creature’s face was too close, and she was unable to see it. As she shifts the collar, she hears a bell jingle. 

“Peaches, meet Rook. Rook, Peaches,” Pratt manages to say through his hyena cackling. 

“Peaches!? Holy shit…holy shit!” 

Dahlia is able to move out from under the cougar, Peaches shifting her weight enough to allow the young deputy to stand up. The big cat watches as Dahlia moves, tail delicately flicking back and forth, mismatching eyes gleaming. A thunderous purr lets out as Dahlia scoops up the bag of treats that fell in the pounce of Peaches landing on her. She offers another and the cat greedily eats it from her hand. Dahlia’s cheeks ache from the big smile stretched across her face, this is incredible. She’s feeding a mountain lion, domesticated mountain lion. 

“You know…” Pratt draws out, laughter having died out as he watches them, “I kinda expected you to freak out.” 

“This is so cool. She just…domesticated a cougar?” 

“Yeah, from what I heard this ain’t the first one either, technically this is Peaches two.” 

“No points for creativity, but fuck, this is, holy shit.” She scratches beneath Peaches’ ear and she leans into it, purring with every rub of Dahlia’s blunt nails. 

“You like animals?” 

“Don’t you?”

“They’re okay,” Pratt walks over and pets Peaches head, “I’ll take you to the F.A.N.G Center, we ever catch a day off.” 

“Yeah,” she catches what he just said and raises an eyebrow at him, “you wanna spend your days off with me?” 

“C’mon we gotta get Peaches back to Ms. Mable.” 

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“Use the treats to lure her back, toss ‘em and she’ll run after them.” 

“That seems tedious…” 

“Nothing else we can do; you can’t pack her.” 

“I mean, I could,” Dahlia says with a shrug, Peaches is big, but she’s strong. Wouldn’t be easy, per say; but she could manage it. 

“You can’t lift a cougar, Thumbelina,” Pratt tells her again, ruffling her hair as if to emphasize her diminutive size. She pouts and glares at him. Dahlia digs out a treat and lifts it up. 

“Peachy up,” she says and pats her shoulder. 

To her surprise, the cougar jumps right up. Front paws on Dahlia’s shoulder and hind legs on her stomach. The deputy uses her free hand to wrap around the cougar, feeding her the treat before moving to use both hands to support the cat’s weight. Her legs and arms strain with the strength to lift her, but she doesn’t buckle. 

Pratt scoffs as Peaches nuzzles against Dahlia, sandpaper rough kisses. With a roll of his eyes; the older deputy leads the way back up to Peaches Taxidermy. Dahlia’s trying not to laugh as she carries the cougar, licks and nuzzles that leave her hair sticking up at odd angles, irritating red raised spots on her skin. Peaches might actually be more affectionate than most housecats Dahlia’s been around. 

The walk uphill nearly sends her tumbling, making Pratt snicker as she gets her bearings back. Finally, they return to the cleaning, Ms. Mable seeming to perk up, if only a small amount, at the sight of her cat. 

“There she is, gracing us with her presence,” her tone is meant to be sarcastic, but there’s no genuine malice as Dahlia takes the time to carry Peaches to her enclosure. 

The big cat takes her time getting the message to jump down, but after a moment she leaps off onto the big rubber tire in her enclosure. Dahlia gives her one more scratch behind her ears before stepping out of the enclosure, locking the little latch. 

“How’d she get out?” Dahlia asks, looking for tears in the caging, if need be she can mend it for Ms. Mable. 

“I was feeding her and she went rushing out.” 

Dahlia nods in understanding, at least there’s no more efforts that need to be made. She tries to fiddle with and fix her cat drool covered hair, but without a mirror she gives up. Pratt snickering against the back of his hand as she makes her was back over from the cage. 

“Try to keep a better eye on her, have a great day.” 

“Eh, get out of here, shoo!” 

Her and Pratt go back to the patrol car, Dahlia plopping down into the passenger side with a huff. Pratt turns to look at her, a stupid grin pulling at his lips. Her cheek is irritated, no doubt bright red from Peaches’ scratchy tongue and her hair is falling out of it’s tie, as well as sticking up at weird angles. Little golden hairs are clinging to her clothes. But, she’s grinning.

The laughter erupts, her cheeks ache and her stomach twinges as she can’t contain it. She holds her sides, cackling at the ridiculousness of the entire situation. She just carried a cougar. She’s covered in kitty slobber. 

“You look like you’ve been through a tornado!” 

“I just carried a cougar,” she says amazed, “ there’s nothing you can say to ruin this day!” 

He just rolls his eyes as the laughter dies down; Dahlia pulling down the mirror to fix her hair. After a few moments of her taming slobber coded flyaway hairs the radio crackles to life from the car console. 

“Units, there’s been a call in from Audrey, she said Aaron is back behind her diner and rummaging through trash.” 

“Pratt, responding, we’ll be there shortly,” he starts the car engine back up, “fuckin’ Tweak.” 

“Tweak?” Dahlia raises an eyebrow as she fastens her seatbelt. 

“He’s one of the local methheads, most of ‘em hang out in the abandoned train cars. But not ole Tweak, he’s a big fan of digging through dumpsters and shit.” 

“Is he dangerous?” 

“Nah, just a pain in the ass. We’ll pat him down, if he’s got any of the shit on him, we take him in for a while. If not, all we can do is tell him to scram.” 

She nods in understanding and pulls out her phone, searching for drug treatment facilities in the area that offer affordable or pro-bono help. It’s a long shot. She knows that. But she knows that treatment does more good than locking them away does.  The nearest place is in Missoula; not exactly ideal, but it’s an option. 

Dahlia digs a scrap piece of paper out of the glove department and scribbles down the number, name, and address. If Pratt notices, he says nothing. She settles back in her seat, watching the world pass by as they make their way south bound through the region.

 The lake calm around the island in the middle of the whole county, splashing peacefully against the shores. A deer and it’s baby grazing near the woods. She remembers what she’s been told, about the hiking trails in the mountains. Dahlia has always loved animals and nature, memories of hiding in the woods for days at a time, warming snakes under her jacket or trudging through swamp lands in search of alligators. Then she remembers Pratt mentioning the F.A.N.G Center. She’s read a bit about it, like an animal sanctuary that allows public access. They have some famous bear there. 

“What days do we get off?” 

“Jesus, didn’t you bother talking to the sheriff about that shit?” 

“No.” 

“Fuckin’ Christ…,” he shakes his head,  “Deputies get the best shifts, with weekends off.” 

“So, you wanna go to the F.A.N.G center, Saturday or Sunday?” 

“Oh, um, uh…”  He scratches at the stubble on his chin, his posture stiffening somewhat. 

“You said, you’d take me, right?” 

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll take you there… Around like noon, Saturday, good? 

“Sure.” 

Maybe Lloyd was right; Pratt might not be as big of an asshole as she thought. It’s nice of him to offer to show her around places; maybe they can become friends. Even if she’s not the most talkative and he’s not the nicest, who knows, might balance out somehow. 

They pull up to the diner, the same one Whitehorse treated her to the other day. But sure enough in the dumpsters behind the building she can see a man digging through the trash. Pratt parks and shuts off the engine, apparently, he’s okay with her doing this because he doesn’t stop Dahlia from stepping out of the car. Why he’d be more concerned with her at traffic stops than dealing with a drug addict, she wouldn’t know, but she has no intentions of looking a gift horse in the mouth. 

“Hey, officers can you help me?” A voice asks, stopping them before they get to the dumpsters. The voice is noticeably a bit different from what she’s become used to hearing here, it’s a man with a map in his hand, maybe he’s not a local?

“What can we help you with, sir?” 

“I’m trying to find my way to Rock Bass Lake, but I’m having trouble, finding my way.” 

“It’s far east of here, you have to,” Pratt starts to help, being the one of the two who could actually give directions. Dahlia decides she might as well take care of the Tweak issue while he does that. 

His hooded back continues to dig through the trash; muttering things she doesn’t quite catch. The stranger’s foot slips out under him where he’s climbing up to get in the dumpster and Dahlia lurches forward, catching him before he can fall. 

“Oh fuck, uh thanks, man,” he stutters out as she gets him back on his feet, he’s wearing a backwards cap under his hood, tattoos up on his neck and what may be a tattoo or a smudge of dirt by his eye. 

“No problem, you alright?” 

“Yeah, yeah,” his eyes land on the sheriff department patch on her shirt, “oh shit, uh, officer.” 

“Hey,...?” She tries to prompt him for his name, even if she already knows it. 

“Uh, Tweak, well my name Aaron, but call me Tweak, please.” He shuffles his feet and awkwardly scratches at his face, stumbling over every word. 

“You know you can’t be doing this, right?” 

“I, uh, well I know that legally, I like can’t. But, I gotta, like, uh, prepare and shit, man.” 

“Prepare?” 

“Shit’s about to hit the fan and I gotta be ready to try to help, ya know?” He scratches at the back of his neck, hard enough for smears of red to stain his fingers. 

“That’s a nice thought, but I think the diner owners would prefer to find other ways to prepare…” she chews her lip, knowing what she needs to check, “do you have anything on you, right now, like substance wise?” 

“Um, oh, uhh, well, I, no, definitely not, I’m clean, m-man, I promise.” 

“You know I gotta check, right?” 

“Yeah…” 

With the ease of someone completely use to pat downs, he place his hands on the dumpster. She sighs; drug cases just aren’t fun, especially when it’s just possession cases, not sellers. It’s one thing to arrest someone for doing something awful and ruining someone’s life. But, when you know what they need more than anything is help, it bugs her to treat them like criminals. She pats him down with a heavy heart, her jaw clenching when she finds a baggie of crystal meth in his pocket.  Enough that could warrant at least three years in prison. 

“I swear, I uh, I really don’t know how that got there, I-“ He stutters to explain it away as he turns to face her. 

“Look, dude,” she speaks low, double checking that Pratt is still talking to the non-local, “I know this is rich coming from someone who just met you, but I don’t wanna see you die from this shit. Legal, illegal is whatever, I don’t want someone getting the call and finding you dead in your own sick.” 

“I, uh, I, appreciate that, it’s just, ya know...” 

“It ain’t easy, I get that. I don’t know if you can read this,” she pulls out what she wrote down, then realizes how that might have sounded, “not like I don’t know if you can read, but ‘cause my handwriting is shit, I, you know what I mean.” 

“Yeah, yeah, I uh, can see the number clear, yeah.” 

“But, it’s a place in Missoula that offers treatment and they work with your income, so you can afford it. You agree to call this place and try to get clean and  I’ll ‘accidentally’ flush this stuff and forget I found it on you, sound fair?”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s yeah, absolutely, fuck, yeah,” He’s nodding his head furiously to agree. She wants to hope it’s excitement for treatment and not just getting by with having meth on him. 

“Now, if I find out you didn’t, and you get busted again. I will arrest you. And, uh, if you have any trouble getting to Missoula for treatment, you just call down to the station, ask for me and I’ll try to get you taken care of, alright?” 

“That’s yeah, thank you so much, I, thank you,” he gushes and takes the little card from her hand, while she tucks the baggie discreetly into her pocket.

“Okay, now get out of here and leave their dumpster alone.” 

Tweak goes running off; no doubt eager to take his victory and consider it done. Conveniently, right as Pratt manages to break away from the man asking directions. 

“Swear to fuck, that dude didn’t understand a damn thing I said,” he raises an eyebrow, “Tweak didn’t have anything on him?” 

“Nah, he must have smoked the last of it.” 

“Eh, well, you got him to buzz off. All we can do.” 

“Yeah, but, I gotta go to the bathroom, real quick.” 

“Gotcha, we’ll grab a bite to eat while we’re here too.” 

She nods in understanding, the two of them heading into the diner. Cassie the waitress from yesterday is nowhere to be found today, she notes before she heads to the bathroom. Guilt that what she’s doing is indeed illegal and could get her fired eats at the back of her head, but she flushes the drugs away anyway. In a couple weeks, she’ll call the treatment facility and see if he's called in.  As she’s buttoning the uniform shirt up, she notices something she hasn’t seen before. What appears to be a helicopter parked at a clearing behind the station, a helipad is the word she thinks?

“The station has helicopters?” 

“Yeah, there’s a lot of woods and fields here, so when we have missing people…helps to get a bird’s eye view.

“That’s really cool,” she admits as they step out of the patrol car. 

“Yeah, I’m our station’s pilot,” Pratt tells her with an arrogant smirk that makes her immediately regret deciding to bring it up. She gives a nod in response, not wanting this to drag on into an excuse for Pratt to stroke his own ego.

Pratt and Hale make their way back into the station bullpen, Hudson is at her desk and working over some paperwork. Little pieces of dark hair falling into her face, the strands that can’t be pulled back into her braid. Dahlia’s heart picks up a strange pace at the way the light catches in Hudson’s green eyes. Ignoring it and swallowing the lump in her throat, Dahlia sits down at her own, bare desk, still needing her to add her own touches.

“Heard you guys had to get Peaches back for Ms Mable,” Hudson comments as Hale and Pratt settle in.

“Yeah, the big old cat got out again. Probie packed her all the way back from that campsite.”

Hudson lets out a breathy little laugh and heat shoots up Dahlia’s face, she leans back as far as she can in her chair without toppling over, nearly upside down and staring at the wall so the other two deputies won’t see what she’s sure is a beet red face. She’s not sure if it’s the sound of Hudson’s laugh or possibility of embarrassment. Carrying a cougar seemed really cool to her, but what if Hudson thinks it’s stupid?

“You seriously carried that giant cougar?”

“I mean, we had to get it back,” Dahlia says, doing her best to shrug nonchalantly as she leans so far back. At least when she sits back up, she can blame the red color on blood rushing to her head.

“Rookie, you’re gonna fall and split your head open.” Whitehorse yells out, making Dahlia jump and nearly make his prediction a reality. She didn’t even hear his office door open, she slides back into place, glaring in his direction as she sinks almost all the way down out of spite.

Another rustle catches her attention and she realizes the two senior deputies are packing up, the shift coming to a close.

“Well, we’re headed to the Spread Eagle for a drink,” Pratt says. She remembers the image of Whitehorse and Lloyd blowing off steam at the bar after a shift, how good of friends they must be. Seems, Hudson and Pratt are that good of friends as well. Then she remembers the F.A.N.G Center invitation.

“Oh, uh, Hudson?”

“Yeah?”

“Pratt offered to take me to the F.A.N.G Center Saturday,  you wanna come along?”

Pratt’s jaw clenches and she sees what looks like a faint red color brushing over the apples of his cheeks. Hudson is grinning a bright smile though.

“Did he?” she raises an eyebrow at him and Pratt avoids eye contact, “sure, that sounds fun.”

“Yeah...fun,” Pratt grumbles as the pair leave the station, saying goodbyes to Dahlia and Whitehorse.

“So, how was the first day, Rookie?” Whitehorse asks her once the other deputies have left.

“Decent, Peaches was cool, but…”

“But?”

“Pratt wouldn’t let me hand out any tickets or citations, up until Peaches, he was making me sit in the car.”

“Yeah, that figures,” Whitehorse says in a low voice, as if that makes complete sense and maybe to him it does.

“It figures?”

“That what happened to Danny hit him harder than he lets on, Hudson’s been taking it the worst, but it hurt everyone.”

“Danny?”

Whitehorse pulls up a chair to her desk, sitting himself down and taking a sigh as he pulls his hat off his head. There’s a far off look in his blue gray eyes as he collects himself. She moves herself up properly to sit, clenching her jaw as the mood shifts in the office.

“He was the deputy here before you, he was here longer than Hudson or Pratt.”

She nods, not wanting to interrupt, just letting him know she’s listening. He takes another sighing breath, voice rasping from the difficulty of talking about this.

“He was Hudson’s partner, during a routine traffic stop, he was shot and died on the scene. He was a good man and his death has...left an impact on us all.”

“I’m sure, thanks for telling me.” She’s not sure how she’d feel about it, having never lost a coworker in the line of duty.

“No problem,” he rises from his chair and plops his hat back on his head.

A warm heavy hand lands on the top of her hair and he ruffles it, she laughs. The little gesture makes warmth flood her heart, he really does remind her so much of Lloyd every now and again. It helps make this entire thing a bit easier and maybe that’s part of why he wanted her to take this job so bad, maybe he knew his old friend would make this process a less painful one.

She grabs her jacket from the little hook, throwing it on as she follows the sheriff out of the station. The cool night air chills her skin, a breeze blowing her hair back. There’s a beautiful night sky hanging overhead, the stars are brilliant and vibrant. Nothing blocking out their radiance. A soft gasp escapes her lips. 

“You won’t see a night sky like that anywhere else,” Whitehorse tells her, squeezing her shoulder; warmth seeping into her bones even as the night tries to chill her. 

“It’s beautiful.” 

“Do you know any constellations, Rookie?” 

She shakes her head no, feeling Whitehorse squeezing her shoulder, the warmth and kindness of it grounding in a way. 

“That one right there is Andromeda,” he points out a collection of stars that are meant to create some image, not that she can see it, “you know her story?”

“No.”

“Her mother, Cassiopeia, pissed off a bunch of nymphs and when they sent monsters after them. She chained Andromeda up and offered her as a sacrifice to save herself.”

Dahlia clenches her jaw; a mother offering her child up to a monster. She wishes that didn’t resonate so deeply in her heart. Constellations have never been something that interested her, she thinks stars are beautiful, but every time someone tries to show her a constellation she can’t seem to see the picture in her head. They’re just specks of light, pinpricks of vibrancy in a black void. But… she makes a note of these ones, hoping she can find them again later. 

The rumble of an engine and tires screeching ends the peaceful moment, a white truck coming to a rubber burning. She tenses, the frantic driving setting her on edge immediately.  A man jumps out of the driver seat, about six feet tall with a beard and snakes tattooed down his forearms. The word WRATH tattooed and crossed out on his chest; she immediately is reminded of the worker at the hotel. She was told it was now in Eden’s Gates hands, those sins seem to be standard within the religion.

“Lonny, was expecting to see you sooner,” Whitehorse greets him.

“Just now got word, you had some of our men locked up.”

“Your men?” Dahlia raises an eyebrow, the wording throwing her off. His narrowed eyes land on her and he smiles. It doesn’t reach her eyes and images of wolves baring their teeth flash through her mind.

“Members of the Father’s flock; Nathaniel and Theodore. You wouldn’t happen to be the new deputy who arrested them, would you?”

“You already know about me?”

“Well,  when brother Theodore called he mentioned a little girl trying to play cop.” The man inches closer, into her personal space.

“I’m not playing anything and your ‘brothers’ were robbing the bar.”

“Confiscating deputy, cleaning up filth within the county, you should be thankful we’re trying to do your job for you and actually help the people here.”

“Your ‘help’-”

“We’re clocking out for the night Lonny, our night shift officers have all reported in, you can talk to the dispatch about bailing them out.” Whitehorse interjects, sticking a hand between them.

“Will do… that your bike?” He asks, nodding towards her motorcycle, barely acknowledging Whitehorse.

“Yeah, what’s it to you?”

“Just making small talk.  You two have a good night, I’ll be seeing you around deputy.” Lonny tells her as he starts to walk back into the station, giving her a clap on the back that’s meant to look friendly, but there is nothing gentle in the harsh smack.

Once he’s out of earshot, Dahlia turns to look at Whitehorse, her expression must be making it clear what’s on her mind.

“You don’t wanna be making enemies your first day on the job.”

“I wasn’t doing anything, you saw the way he acted.”

“Just try to place nice, Rookie.”

“I do play nice, but I’m not taking anyone’s crap. He wants to pick a fight with me, I’ll pick one right back.”

“Try to stay on Eden’s Gate’s good side, they’re not dangerous, but they’re not people to be fucked with.”

“I’m not fucking with anyone, but if they break the law, I will arrest them same as I would anyone.”

“I’m not saying not to,” he puts a hand on her shoulder and looks into her eyes, trying to calm her, “I’m just saying try not to fuel any fires.”

“I ain’t fueling shit,” she grumbles, fingers clenching around her helmet.

“Stop pouting.”

“I’m not pouting...I’m scowling.”

“Well stop that too, head your ass home and stay safe, Rook.”

“Okay, dad,” she says with a roll of her eyes, earning another hair ruffle from Whitehorse. She waves a quick bye and pulls on her helmet before heading home.

The alarm clock buzzes her awake the next morning and she groans, half dressed, and her blanket tossed across the room. Sweat has built on her skin over the night. Reinette was worse with heat, but it’s hot enough to annoy. Then again, maybe she’s just being a baby. She’s always been finicky with temperatures.

Fresh from the shower, she’s trying to figure out what to do about her uniform. She knows already she’s going to blatantly disobey uniform policies when Whitehorse isn’t around. But she can’t exactly get away with wearing shorts. Ripped jeans and a cropped top are all she can manage, buttoning the green shirt up before going into the station.

“What are you wearing?” Pratt asks when she starts unbuttoning her uniform shirt in the patrol car. 

“Clothes.” 

“Barely. No ones going to take you seriously dressed like that.”  

She shakes her head, it’s not that bad. Black velvet and lace, with a laced up ribbon tie. There’s some stomach showing where it cuts off, peeks of it through the lacey section of the fabric, and maybe through where it’s laced together. 

“Skin is skin, everyone has it, who cares?” 

“People around here will care.”

“Oh please, no one worries about shit like that anymore.” 

Pratt rolls his eyes before he starts up the patrol car engine. They’re barely thirty minutes into patrolling the Holland Valley when dispatch comes through the radio. 

“We got a call from Hurk Drubman Sr., says someone’s messing with his campaign again,” the dispatcher Nancy tells them.

“This should be interesting,” Pratt murmurs under his breath before picking up the radio to answer, “Pratt and Hale, responding.”

Dahlia can’t help but let out a little sigh, only a day in and she’s caught on that ‘interesting’ to Pratt more than likely means it will be something meant to annoy or embarass her. But then again last time, he thought introducing her to Peaches would scare her and that was just plain cool. As soon as she talks to Lloyd and Caroline she just knows ‘I cuddled a cougar’ is going to be the first thing she tells them. So, what’s truly the worst that could happen?

They travel through the Henbane River region and around; Drubman Sr.’s home is apparently not far from where the Whitetail Mountain area meets Henbane, north of the entire county. It’s a nice area, with a large house, a giant garage with a Jeep parked inside of it, and it’s right on the water; white steps leading to a dock. It’s beautiful place to live, that’s for sure. As they pull in, she sees an older man with a dark mustache and a cap pulled over his head, he sits in a chair on the porch with a shotgun in his lap.

She shoots a glance over to Pratt, the sight of a weapon setting a bit on edge, but he seems unaffected. Guns weren’t uncommon in Louisiana, southern state and all. But, the people in Reinette tended to be less…blasé about their gun ownership she supposes. Only using them for farming purposes; dealing with pests, wild animals, and on one of two sorrowful occasions having to put down a beloved animal who had no hope of recovering. She can’t say she knew anyone who’d just have it out like a lap puppy.

Dahlia follows Pratt out of the car and she immediately feels the old man’s eyes land on her, her skin crawls, he doesn’t like her. She knows what it’s like for someone to despise her and this man is already about there.

“About damn time!” He immediately bellows out as they come up to the porch.

“Is every old person in this county an ungrateful dick?” Dahlia grumbles under her breath, earning an elbow in her ribs from Pratt that almost hurts, she sticks her tongue out at him.

“And who the hell is this? Bad enough you even let women on the force, but now they’re dressing up like whores!”

“Rude.”

“Don’t worry about her, why did you call?”

“Some liberal fuckhead broke onto my damn property and vandalized my signs!”

Dahlia cranes her neck a bit, there’s a stack of signs just behind the old jackass, red and white Vote Drubman signs that have been covered in various curse words, all written in dark black marker. Apparently, someone doesn’t like him, she can’t possibly imagine why. 

“Alright, we’ll file a report for vandalism and see what we can do.”

“Which is code for doing a fat load of nothing, that’s the problem with cops nowadays, too scared to take any action. Too pussified to put a bullet in anyone anymore.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s actually the exact opposite, but go off, I guess.” 

“Probie, get the report forms from the car.”

She groans and makes her walk back to the patrol car, digging out the forms to file a report before bringing them back. Pratt is asking questions and jotting things down as the old man prattles them off. Despite never seeing who did it, he’s convinced it must be some ‘libtard’ and probably a ‘minority’, desperate to sink his campaign.  She leans against one of the pillars of the house, staring off into space as Pratt starts filling out the small detail crap. 

“You a registered voter?” Hurk Sr. suddenly asks her.

“You called me a whore, five seconds ago.”

“I said you were dressed like one, get it right.”

“Jesus fucking christ.” 

“Hey, daddy!” A masculine voice suddenly calls out, there’s a man walking onto the property. Portly and tall with short dark hair.

“Oh god, he’s back.” Hurk Sr. grumbles, rolling his eyes.

“Now, I’m not gonna lie, I’m a little sad you couldn’t come get me from the airport and made me walk all the way out here. But no hard feelings between family, and,” his blue eyes land on Dahlia and she raises an eyebrow at him, “oh, you didn’t have to hire a stripper just to welcome me home, not that I mind.”

“Excuse you?” Dahlia says low and stern, indignation making heat floods up her cheeks, what is wrong with him? It’s a crop top and jeans, not pasties and a g-string, who the hell would even look at her and think stripper? How desperate do you have to be? Her hand is hovering over her taser as the man comes closer, if he does anything weird, he’s getting it.

Pratt sputters and bursts into laughter, holding his stomach as he cracks up. She kicks him firmly in the shin and again when he just laughs louder. This isn’t funny,  she’s about to murder every man here. 

“God damn it Junior, I am in the middle of discussing a serious matter, I told you not to come back here!”

“Oh, don’t be like that daddy.  You know mama doesn’t want me at the Marina since she had Xander move in, says she can’t have too much stupid in one place, same reason she doesn’t like when Sharky visits.”

“So why the hell should I have to put up with it?!”

“Ah, come on.”

“Hey, if we’re done with the report can we go?’ She looks over at Pratt, between stripper comments and family bickering, she’d rather be elsewhere.

“I don’t know I’m having fun,” he says pressing a hand to his mouth, nearly out of breath from laughing.

“You left the keys in the car and I will leave your ass out here.”

“Well, we’ll be going now.”

“Oh, you’re already leaving,” Junior as his dad called him, starts to say, looking directly at her chest and the meager amount of cleavage she’s showing. Her fingers wrap around her taser.

“You can’t tase him for that.”

“Bullshit,” she grumbles as she yanks open the car door. 

Dahlia plops down into the passenger side with a heavy sigh, disgusted by the interaction. Why would anyone ever look at her sexually? She doesn’t like that; she has the sex appeal of a twig and she likes it that way. It’s ridiculous. She hears Pratt start snickering again as she starts to button up her uniform shirt, even when she glares, he just keeps laughing, each cackle earning a strong “Fuck off,” from her. 

“You should let me drive,” Dahlia says after boring hours of traffic stops pass by, landing themselves back in the valley.

“What?”

“If you’re not going to let me hand out tickets, at least let me drive so I don’t go crazy from boredom.”

“You need to find a hobby or something, you’re bored every second.”

“I’d be less bored if you let me drive.”

“I’ve seen how you ride your motorcycle.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“How you haven’t been pulled over, you drive like a maniac.”

“I don’t go that fast and I’m smart about it.”

“You aren’t smart about anything.”

“I’m smart about noticing the people trying to steal copper from the railyard,” she comments as she spots three men grabbing copper in broad daylight to shove in duffle bags so they can sell it.

“God damn it,” Pratt grumbles and flashes on the sirens, she grabs the spare set of cuffs, they skid to a stop in the railyard.. The three men scramble to escape, but Pratt and Hale are already out of the patrol car and nearly on top of them.

Dahlia manages to grab the back of two of their shirts, pulling them back towards her before they can get to the woods. Judging by the groan, Pratt nabbed the other guy.

“You’re under arrest for trespassing and theft, you have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you. You have the right to an attorney if you do not have one will be appointed to you, do you understand?”  She reads them their rights as she quickly manages to slap handcuffs on them both before either can run away.

When she turns to get a good look at their face, she recognizes them. Two young boys she’s seen around the trailer park, probably around her age, from what she’s seen they still live with their parents and seem to have no plans of working or going to school.

“Aren’t you kinda old to be helping kids steal shit, Boshaw?” Pratt asks as she’s putting the two younger boys into the back of the car. They’ll be a little jammed in, but not her problem.

“C’mon man, this shit is just left out here, no one does nothing with it,” he grumbles, she recognizes him as the guy from the trailer park who technically doesn’t live there, Sharky, at least she thinks that’s his name. 

“Doesn’t mean you can just take it, dumbass,” she says, rolling her eyes. He can’t be this dumb. It’s not like any of them are going hungry or don’t have the necessities.

“Who the hell are you?”

“The deputy currently arresting you.”

“Junior Deputy,” Pratt corrects in his never-ending quest to be an asshole.

“Junior deputy, like the cop crap they tried to make us do in high school?”  Sharky says, raising an eyebrow at Dahlia. 

“I’m twenty.” 

“Jesus, I thought I was dumb, shouldn’t you have graduated by now?”

“Get in the car, now”

They put the cuffed Sharky in the backseat of the cruiser along with his two partners in literal crime. Dahlia wonders for a moment if this will make things worse in the trailer park, they’re already not fantastic. But things haven’t gotten worse after that initial night, a beer can being thrown at her head is still the worst thing to happen. No one is friendly with her, but nothing has escalated. A part of her worries if arresting three trailer park residents, well two residents and one trailer park adjacent will make things escalate. Though, Boshaw didn’t seem to even recognize her. So, she’ll take that as her saving grace. 

There’s a large jail in the Hebane river area but she’s learned quickly that it’s no longer functional. Offenders now held in the small collection of cells in the back of the station and if the crime is bad enough, they’re shipped off out of county to the nearest big city prison. Apparently, there just wasn’t enough criminals getting caught to justify the cost of maintenance for the huge building. 

They pull into the station parking lot, dragging the three offenders out from the back of the cruiser. They start the booking process, filing the paperwork as the three stooges sit handcuffed on a bench.  She catches them making faces a few times before they’re being taken back to the cells. 

“You son of a bitch!”  A sharp gruff yell comes barreling through the front of the station. The sheriff holding back a man’s cuffed hands as he twists and tries to evade him. It’s an older man, maybe older than Whitehorse, with a bald head and glasses. 

“Screaming at me won’t help you, Dutch.” 

“Fuck off, I didn’t do nothing wrong.”

“You can’t trespass.”

“Those peggies have trespassed and taken everything from us, yet I don’t see any of them here.”

“We literally had two Eden’s Gate members here, yesterday,” Dahlia answers with a roll of her eyes. Some people try to act like things are unfair just because they’ve been caught. She’s not ignorant to flaws or failures in the law, police brutality against black people, profiling, and the like. But this isn’t that type of situation. A peggie breaks the law, they get arrested, a non-peggie breaks the law, they get arrested. Plain and simple. 

“Who the fuck asked you!?” 

“Enough,” Whitehorse says as he makes his way towards where Dahlia is, voice lowering so the man can’t hear him, “it’s not worth the fight, Rook.”

She rolls her eyes; nothing is ever worth the fight it seems. First it was that Lonny guy and now this guy. Maybe she’s too quick to argue, but that’s the reason she wanted to be a cop. Fighting for justice and all that, doing what’s right and not letting people push her around. When the hell is, she going to find a fight that’s worth it?

The older man, Dutch, gets settled away in his jail. Whitehorse walking back from the cells once he’s secured it. 

“That guy had an attitude problem,” Dahlia grumbles. 

“That’s Dutch, one of our prepper doomsday guys, anti-government, anti-law, he’s a regular at this point.” 

“He doesn’t think very highly of Eden’s Gate.” 

“Not many do,” Pratt tells her. 

“Dutch is the kind to assume the worst of, well, anyone. You’d be smart to avoid him, Rook.” A warm hand on her head, ruffling her hair punctuates that sentence. 

The day drags on calmly and boringly after that, the end of the shift once again ending with Hudson and Pratt going to the Spread Eagle. And she goes home alone to her empty trailer...to eat dinner from a tupperware container. 

And the next day isn’t much different; a report filled out for some petty theft from the Golden Valley Gas Station, more patrol of her begging Pratt to just let her drive, let her write a ticket, anything. By noon she was just adjusting her seat up and down to keep herself moderately entertained. Pratt was far from amused, but he only has himself to blame. And that evening, Pratt and Hudson go to the Spread Eagle to relax after work. She goes home alone, trying to ignore the melancholic ache when her footsteps echo in the empty trailer; the only sound that greets her. 

Thursday, nearly the end of the work week, she gets a break in the form of cows busting through the fences of the Davenport farm.  Sun high in the sky, she and Pratt led them back home, with her patching the fence once all was taken care of. A cow licked her, and Pratt stepped in shit, the ideal day. Then the end of the day rolls around and she finds herself watching the two older deputies leave for drinks again. 

She’d be lying if she said the end of each workday doesn’t leave her a little melancholy. Watching Pratt and Hudson go hang out, while she makes the trip back to her sparsely decorated trailer surrounded by people who hate her. 

Asking to come along would be pointless. She’s not old enough to drink and wouldn’t want to make anyone feel awkward about it, or at least would feel awkward herself. It’s just one of those things where trying to be included would make it that much more apparent how she doesn’t fit in. 

 It’s not Pratt or Hudson’s job to include her, to make her feel better. She can’t be upset with them because she feels out of place no matter where she goes. 

And when the end of Friday comes along and she’s watching them go off to have fun without her, the way longtime friends only can. She reminds herself of the planned trip to the F.A.N.G Center, holding out hope that it will be a positive step to feeling a little less like a fish out of water.

Dahlia has survived her first week of work;. she hasn’t been fired and she hasn’t been maimed at this point. There’s a long way to go in terms of, well, everything. But she has yet to fail spectacularly. Small blessings, she supposes. 

The sun is out bright and shining Saturday, and she wonders if her good mood shows on her face. She’s waiting a distance from the trailer park entrance, not wanting him to have to deal with the residents who may not be a big fan of cops. Which is all of them from the looks of it. Dirty looks thrown her way only increasing since the railyard arrest, one of the younger boy’s mom muttering something that rhymes with witch, when Dahlia walked past. 

She takes a deep inhale of fresh air, feeling the early day sun warming her skin where her tank top doesn’t cover. A breeze blowing by through the field of white blossoms, the faint scent tickling her nose. The young deputy only knows a bit about the F.A.N.G Center it’s like a mixture of a zoo and an animal sanctuary; with a super domesticated bear as their mascot. She has three goals going into today; become better friends with her fellow deputies, not make an idiot of herself in front of Hudson, and pet a bear. 

A small black car comes pulling up; it seems as if trucks are much more common in Hope County, Pratt is driving, and Hudson is in the passenger seat. Bugs are crawling in her stomach, butterflies or whatever, just at seeing Hudson through the windshield; her hair is out of its usual braid, long dark hair brushing just above her chest. Getting worked up over seeing loose hair, what is wrong with her? Hudson is just a person, an unbelievably attractive and seemingly really cool person, but a person. The car comes to a stop as Dahlia berates herself internally.

Dahlia stretches her arms out, listening to the pop of her joints before she pulls open the backseat door behind Hudson; her desire for leg room outweighs her desire to have a better view of the older deputy. Besides, knowing her luck she’d have a heart attack at the sight.

“Joey,” Pratt says, looking at Hudson, “switch seats with Rook.”

The sound of him using Hudson’s first name just sounds strange to Dahlia’s ears, but she supposes they’re close while she’s still just the rookie.

“And why would I do that?” There’s a hint of mischief in Hudson’s voice as she asks and Dahlia catches her cheeky smile in the rearview mirror, heat pricking up under her skin at the sight.

“Because…,” Pratt chews on his lip, stumped to find one, “shut up.”

“I’m fine in the backseat,” Dahlia says, shrugging, she’s not so immature that she’d fight over who rides shotgun. Okay, maybe if it was Pratt or Chase, she’d be that immature. But, not with Hudson.

One issue with getting closer to her coworkers that becomes glaringly obvious during the drive is that developing friendships requires talking. Dahlia isn’t great, good, or even okay at talking. She has the verbal skills of a cavewoman raised by wolves. Everytime she strings together a complete sentence, she’s impressed. Bonus points if it actually makes sense. 

As Pratt drives them through the area, idly chatting with Hudson as the radio plays, she finds herself constantly wanting to talk. But it never happens. The words constantly stuck in her throat, bubbling beneath the surface, but never escaping her mouth. It always feels wrong. The subject changes before she has a chance to chime in, the conversation about things and places she knows nothing about, and each time Hudson so much as glances her way it feels like her entire body is shutting down. 

She ends up just settling back into her seat, gazing out the window as the scenery passes by. Maybe it will be easier at the F.A.N.G Center, animals and stimuli all around; things they can all talk about. 

That hope shifts into dread when she sees the busy parking lot outside of the center. Families carrying around kids into the small zoo. She doesn’t hate crowds, per say. She’s been to dance clubs and stuff; traveling up to the bigger city in Louisiana to dance and blow off steam. But, she doesn’t like certain crowds. There's a difference when music is pumping into the room; a different energy to everything. But, maybe it won’t be that bad.  It's realistically probably not that many people, the place isn’t a huge zoo, so it likely looks more packed than it actually is. Maybe it won’t be as bad inside. 

Pratt finds a parking spot, relatively far out, unable to get anything closer. Dahlia steps out of his car, kicking up dirt as the two other deputies get out. She gets the best look at Hudson she’s gotten since the day started. Hudson’s hair is out of it’s usual plait, blowing around in the breeze. The pale yellow of her top contrasts beautifully against her dark skin; the tank top also allows Dahlia to get a better look at Hudson’s tattoo. As she suspected an eagle design with the American flag that makes Dahlia suspect some sort of military background in at least Hudson’s family. 

“Come on.” Pratt slaps a friendly hand on Dahlia’s back, making her jump, how long has she been staring at Hudson? Oh god, she’s already made an idiot out of herself. She lets him usher her a bit towards the entrance, trailing after the pair of older deputies after a second. 

“There’s a lot of people,” she comments when they step into a long line, filled predominantly with families and kids. 

“Yeah, there’s not much to do in the county, so this is where almost everyone goes.”

“Options around here are basically; drinking, hunting, fishing, the F.A.N.G center and the arcade.” 

“I saw stuff about uhhh, god, Clutch something? Looks fun…”” Little memorial spots for some stunt guy who’s from Hope County. Maybe she’ll take her motorcycle through one of the little stunts. Some seem fine, probably avoid the planes and she thinks there's one where the guy just set himself on fire and called it a stunt. She’s reckless, but even that seems dumb and also she can’t fly. 

“I don’t even know why they still have that shit up; no one is dumb enough to try that crap,” Hudson says, rolling her eyes. 

“Its an old daredevil guy; someone thought it’d be a smart idea to mark his stunts for other people to try, all its done is lead to lots of drunk idiots crashing and getting themselves hurt.” 

“Yeah...dumb.” Dahlia shoves her hands in her pockets, staring at her feet, now she looks stupid. So, that’s fun. 

“Huha, you smell...like a cheeseburger!” A loud goofy voice comes from the giant waving version of their famous bear; a statue perched high in the air that greets you when you come in. That’s a voice that will...get old quickly. 

They get inside and Dahlia immediately realizes that no, it does feel just as packed inside as it does outside. In fact, it feels worse. The small zoo, sort of animal sanctuary, is largely composed of it’s animal enclosures. Wolves, cougars, bears an eagle sanctuary, and she sees some skunk and wolverine enclosures. This leaves less area for the visitors to wander around and given how many people are here; that’s not pleasant. 

People move, bump, and shuffle around; someone nearly sending Dahlia directly into Pratt’s back. Kids shriek and yell, excitedly running to look at each and every animal, not caring when they slam against someone on their way through. The heat of the day isn’t bad, but when packed in with every family in the county it feels unbearable, people brush past her and she feels their body heat. 

“Everyones crowding around Cheeseburger; wanna go see the other bears?” Pratt offers, looking back at Dahlia for confirmation. 

“Yeah, sounds good.” Maybe that means it will be a little less packed over there. They shuffle through the area, some kid running by and smearing sticky cotton candy fingers over her jeans. She keeps hearing the annoying cartoon voice; both from the overhead statue and people packing around little bobbleheads that say the same lines over and over again. 

She’s not a germaphobe, she’s not claustrophobic, she doesn’t have misophonia, or any of those things; at least she’s never considered herself any of those things. But she doesn’t like this. It’s too much. When she’s gone places to dance; it’s one overwhelming stimulus. The music is so loud it overwhelms everything else. The closeness to people not bothering her because she’s preoccupied with the energy of it all. This...is clumsy, gross. Instead of one overwhelming stimulus it’s several stimuli all clashing about and banging together. Instead of losing herself in fun and feeling a part of something; she feels awkward, clunky, out of place. Happy families, messy children, the two older deputies talking breezily as they weave through it all; occasionally stopped by someone who knows them. 

“Oh Joey, I haven’t seen you in so long-”

“Hey, Pratt, how have you been?” 

And Dahlia stands, pressing herself as close to the nearest wall as she can, so people can push past her with the littlest chance of touching her. She curses under her breath when a kid steps on her toe and their mother glares at her. Everyone in this county seems to glare at her, it seems like. Her toes and head are throbbing when she hears the statue tell people they smell like a cheeseburger for the billionth time. 

The bears are beautiful; two large black bears playing within their pen. Both having been injured in some way, one has it’s leg bandaged, and in the process of rehabilitation. But Dahlia can’t see much more of the bears, before someone shoves past her to get a better look, immediately blocking her view. 

She shouldn’t be here, she doesn’t belong here, she wants to leave, but she doesn’t want to be a buzzkill since neither Hudson or Pratt seem to mind any of this. But her head hurts, her toe hurts, everything is too much and it’s getting hard to breathe. 

“After we grab something to eat, I wanna look at the eagles,” Hudson says, and Dahlia sees her chance. 

“I’m gonna smoke real quick, I’ll be right behind ya,” Dahlia tells them with a wave before she makes a beeline towards the exit. She nearly barrels through a few people as she moves, her throat getting tighter and tighter with every step; heart pounding to escape her ribcage.  She needs out, she needs to get away. 

She breaks through the crowd and into the parking lot; jogging past the people just pulling into the parking lot. Dahlia finds herself in the woods around the center, far enough out that she can no longer hear that insipid statue and she sits down in the grass. She curls up for a moment, knees to her chest as she takes some deep breaths. Slowly feeling her body start to calm down; her heart rate slowing and each breath coming a little easier. It’s been a while since she had a moment like that; though last time it was much worse, and she understood why it happened. This time the cause is a little less certain. 

Maybe it was too much going on, maybe it was stares and odd looks, maybe she put too much emphasis and pressure on this day going well. Maybe she’s just a mess. 

She scrambles her brain to make sense of it; she vaguely remembers a school trip to an amusement park that didn’t go well. But, she’s not sure if that’s enough to warrant this kind of reaction. Hell, if she had this strong a reaction to something that ended badly for her; she wouldn’t be functional. 

The young deputy stands to her feet, lighting a cigarette and letting the nicotine flood her lungs, easing her nerves for a moment before she breathes the smoke back out into the air. She has no intentions of heading back to the center. All that’d happen is her having another freakout, maybe she can revisit the F.A.N.G Center during a weekday after work when it’d be less crowded or once she’s on permanently take a day off for it. 

She doesn’t imagine it matters much; she’s an adult and if she wants to leave she can. But, she doesn’t want Pratt or Hudson looking all over for her when they’re getting ready to leave. During the week, she had managed to exchange numbers with Hudson and Pratt. The exchange with Hudson involved her flushing red and nearly having an aneurysm, but it occured. She sends Pratt a quick text

i left sorry

Hopefully, he won’t be too aggravated with her and Hudson won’t think she’s a total loser. Dahlia slips in earbuds; time to find out how to get home. She heads south, she’ll head that way, then go through the valley. It shouldn’t take more than a couple...hours...she’ll be home by morning...at least.

She weaves and walks through the woods, following along the side of the road as much as she can. Large wooden homes occasionally spring up, residents in their yards talking with friends. Trucks and car passing by on the road. 

A restaurant called The Grill Steak with a brightly lit sign catches her eye as she walks past, family at picnic tables eating burgers and laughing. The smell of the cooking deer and bison making her stomach growl; if she did not have such a long walk home, she would stop to eat. 

She’s tip toeing her way around shallow divots of water, jumping over stumps and fallen trees; crushing grass and plants beneath her feet as she goes. Elks and deer occasionally catching her eye as they wander through; darting away when they see her.  Little pronghorns snorting somewhere in the distance. 

Dahlia isn’t sure where she is, as the moon starts to shine bright and luminescent in the sky. But she’s following along the side of a road and will eventually see something that she recognizes, probably. The activity of the day has seemed to die down, no longer a steady thrum of people and animals milling about as she moves. All of Hope County must be asleep it seems, no cars are even coming down the road. The moon and stars the only light to guide her; music from her phone the only sound to comfort her. 

I’ve been ghosting...I’ve been ghosting along….

Her eyes scan the night scan; taking in the bright pinpricks of light that break through the black void, trying to find Andromeda.  She’s scared for a moment that she’s lost the pattern; unable to track it down and decipher it from every other star. Then she finds it, she believes she has at least;  the collection of stars meant to show the woman chained in place, sacrificed by her own mother. 

Ghost in the world...Ghost with no home…

Bright headlights flash up, a car coming over the hill behind her, light pollution drowning out the stars; followed by sharp honking of the horn. The car; a familiar small black vehicle pulls off to the side of the road, just near her. She turns off the music on her phone, eye widening at the amount of notifications that came in while she was walking. Around eight missed calls between Pratt and Hudson. Text after text from Pratt; a few from Hudson. He’s the majority of the calls as well. Is something wrong?

Pratt swings the driver side door open, slamming it shut as he climbs out. She can practically see the car shaking from the force of it. The passenger side window rolls down; Hudson popping her face out. 

“What the fuck, Rookie!” She yells out. 

“Hi…?” 

“Hi, what the fuck?!” Pratt’s face is tense, his eyes angry as he storms towards her.

“What?” 

“What, what? You just vanished!”

“I texted you.” 

“Barely and then what, you threw your phone in the god damn lake?” 

“I have my ringtone and message crap turned off.” 

“Why?!”

“I don’t like when it rings.”

“Do, do you even know where you are right now?!” 

“...Montana…” 

“Get in the car.” 

He grabs her up by the back of the shirt; dragging her towards the car. She lets him; as much as she wants to wrestle herself away if only to prove a point, her feet hurt and she wouldn’t mind a car ride. She slides into the backseat, Pratt taking his place behind the wheel and Hudson looks back at her. The intensity of the green gaze, or perhaps just the person it’s coming from, makes Dahlia shrink back against the leather. 

“Not cool, Rook.” 

“I...don’t see the big deal…” Dahlia grumbles under her breath, feeling like a child scolded on a family trip. 

“The big deal is you, you had no way to get home, no idea w-where you were going, and god knows what could have happened to you!?” Pratt is stuttering and stumbling over his words, as he rushes to yell at her. 

“I don’t get why you’re so angry, I’m a grown adult, if I wanna leave I can leave.”

“It would, would have taken you five minutes to just find us and we could have all left.” 

“I didn’t wanna ruin everyone else’s fun.” 

“Well, you did.” 

Dahlia sighs and flops back against the seat; tension leaving her as her heart sinks. The one thing she didn’t want to do. What was she supposed to do? She ruined their day this way, she would have ruined it by demanding they take her home. Was she supposed to sit and suffer? Maybe just be normal and not freak out, but that’s kind of a lost cause at this point, isn’t it? 

“Pratt was scared,” Hudson tells her, making eye contact through the rearview window, as the car starts up. 

“Shut up,” Pratt tells her. 

“Why would he be scared?”

“Yeah, Pratt, why would you be scared?” 

“Everybody is shutting up, now.” 

“…,” Dahlia pouts, chewing on her lip, before looking towards Hudson, “did you get to see the eagles?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Good…” The younger deputy darts her eyes out towards the window, cheeks puffing out and staining red; why does Hudson do this to her? 

The car ride back is awkward, to say the least. Music drifting through the radio is the only sound to disrupt the silence. Dahlia stares out the window and fiddles with the hem of her shirt; wanting to sink into the seat. 

Each second drags on agonizingly long, each moment filled with fidgeting and shame, wishing more than anything she hadn’t asked to do this. 

Before she decides to fling herself out of the car, they manage to make it back to just outside of the trailer park. The moment the car comes to a stop she’s wrenching the door open and climbing out. 

“Wait a second, I’ll walk you to your trailer,” Pratt offers and the idea of spending anymore time with someone who kinda wants to strangle her at the moment. 

“I’m good, see ya, Monday.” 

“Just-“ 

She’s gone, out of earshot before Pratt finishes his sentence; nearly tripping over herself to avoid the awkward situation. Why he’d want to walk her to her trailer is beyond her, maybe he just wanted more chances to be angry, who knows…. She just wants to go to sleep and forget this day happened, she kicks up some dirt and head hanging low, she makes her way through the trailer park. 

“Deputy…been waiting for you.” 

[jawllines]

vamp harry vamp harry vamp harry but aLSO i saw an anon suggested a super cute update from the tattoo h fic where they get into a fight and yn doesn’t talk to him and h is all sad and pouty bc he just wants a cuddle now and realized he’s wrong and I NEED THAT now pls

YOU KNOW I ACTUALLY FORGOT TO POST THE WEDDING BLURB DIDN’T I? I WILL POST IT UNDER THE CUT

“Harry when’s the last time you went to a wedding?”

“1840.” Harry answered without a second thought, frowning down at the carrot he was chopping.

Y/N doesn’t think she’ll ever get used to that, no matter how many times he mentions the various years in which he was inhabiting a spot on the planet when Y/N’s grandparents weren’t even a glimmer in their own parent’s eyes. Understandably, this quick response caught her off guard, her brows dipping downward and a gaze overwrought with confusion as she wiggled herself in her spot on the counter, “Whose?”

“Queen Victoria and Prince Albert; I wore a beautiful tailored original flared frock coat -- reckon m’the one who brought it into style, everyone gives Albert the bloody credit -- and my date wore this gorgeous silk satin off the shoulder dress,” he takes a look to her, “Not a real date mind you, her father paid me a lump some of money to take her with me so she could get courted and sadly my little human wasn’t there to accompany me.” He runs his finger down the sides of the blade, swiping off any diced carrot that clung to it down to the cutting board, “Lovely reception, I stole a dance with her.”

Y/N grins, seeing him smiling fondly at the thought of it and she’s positively elated. She’d been rather nervous to bring a wedding up to him -- not because she wanted one herself, no, at least not right now. However, she got a costly parchment paper invitation to her friend Caroline from Sophomore year film studies (one of those where they were really close then, and they simply just fell out of touch apart from a spontaneous conversation every now and again) wedding. She figures because she’d been the person to set them up with limited help from Niall who was more concerned with the fact that he hadn’t lost his virginity at the time so “Why should I help someone else get their dick wet, huh?” But it had worked out well. She always liked their pictures together and felt a small glimmer of pride when she saw that they were still together since she was the matchmaker of the century.

“Welllllll, we were invited to a wedding! Minus the frock coats though,” he slides the carrots from the cutting board into a bowl so he could add it all together and mix it, “Plus, I haven’t gotten to get a new dress for anything in a long while and I’m kinda itching to spend money on something cute.”

Harry turns to face her, that permanent furrow planted deep in his brow, “I bloody hate weddings.” He stated plainly and Y/N’s face warps to match his own.

“What?” She nearly cries out, “But you just said --”

“There’s a reason the last wedding I went to was 1840, Little human.” He shakes his head, moving to chopped carrots to the broccoli, diced onions, ginger root, halved green beans, ginger root and garlic; he was making her a Ginger Veggie Stir-fry (he’s still very much pro-health considering the turmoil he puts her body through when he drinks from her, and she had a particularly shitty dinner of ordered in greasy, cheese pizza the night prior considering Harry had been working late and those are her only cheat days) and he was being quite diligent. It was the first time he was making it so it was probably a bad idea springing this on him while he was in his chef state of mind (because nothing matters as much as his dishes when he’s cooking). “The ceremonies are long and drawn out, the vows are contrived, you’re expected to stay for the reception and dance and eat the disgusting excuse for a mass produced dinner.” He shakes his head, the thought of it absurd in his mind, “Human weddings are meaningless; they divorce just as quick as they enter them most of the time. All that time and money wasted for what? A piece of paper? It’d made me irate before but now that I know what true love is with you, it only makes me angrier that they try to prove their love with that.”

Though his last statement had brought her cheeks warm and rendered her heart a bit mushy, she could feel herself deflate immensely. She couldn’t force him to an event that he didn’t want to attend -- he never made her accompany him to the two hour long meetings he was often stuck in, how could she make him come with her? It was long and albeit beautiful, the ceremony was rather boring, and the receptions could either be really fun or terrible, and the wedding cake -- god, you have to pray that they didn’t spend hundreds on something that tasted grocery store quality at best. But she hadn’t been to one in so long and there was some part of her that secretly loved them, even if she didn’t technically participate as anything but a face for the bridesmaid’s to look out at when they were trying to keep their mind off their cramping feet. She supposes that she could go with her friends or tag along with Niall and his date, but neither would be as fun as she thinks it would be with Harry, no matter his grumpy nature.

“Regardless of my distaste for them, I will attend with you,” he adds a few moments after his initial tirade and Y/N looks up, a new light in her step when she realizes he is looking at her, “I’m interested in how they have changed over time, and I don’t like when you look disheartened by something I’ve said. Wipe that sad little pout of your mouth my love.”

She sucks her bottom lip back into her mouth, biting down on a smile, “You don’t have to if you don’t want to though -- don’t want to force you into it.”

Harry pauses his cooking, walking towards where she sits on the counter and parting her legs for him to fit between, hands remaining on her thighs, “Would going to this wedding make you happy?” He inquires and when she nods, he strokes her skin with his thumbs, the metal of his rings coaxing goosebumps to the surface, “Then I will go. Little human, if you are happy, I am happy, however I do request you let me feed from the tender flesh of your thigh as my repayment for enduring such an interminable proclamation of human love. And that you do not make me dance.”

Y/N agrees to both happily, grinning wide and slipping her arms around his neck, peppering kisses onto his cheeks in rapid succession, “You can suck me dry through my thighs if you want to! And no dance floor shenanigans, promise.”

She had her fingers crossed around his head though -- she could get him on the dancefloor she bets.

Harry allows her kisses before puckering his own lips, and Y/N pushes their mouths together. It only lasts but a moment though, because Harry slips from her hold and pats on her thighs, “Now get off the counter, I need the space for the rest of the food.”

                                                     .                           .                          .

The day of the wedding, Y/N woke up at 7AM to an already showered and partially dressed Harry fixing up the buttons on his white blouse. Perhaps she was a bit melodramatic, since the wedding didn’t start until 10AM and they were maybe just a half hour away from the venue, but she scrambled from the bed. “Why didn’t you wake me?” She had cried out, trying to wipe the sleep from her eyes and detangle from the cotton sheets spread over her bed, “We’re g’na be late!”

“You told me not to wake you until 7:05.” He had reminded her, “I woke early so that you would have ample space and time in the shower.”

She pauses on her way to the bathroom because she remembers this very distantly and the fact that he had woken earlier than needed to get ready himself, makes her reroute to where he stood in front of her mirror. Kissed him quickly, murmured a quick, “Thank you, love you,” as her apology for panicking, before she scattered to back to the bathroom. In a haste she showers, shaves, lotions up, washes her face, brushes her teeth, and does her hair in the course of forty minutes. She walks out of her bathroom to be met with Harry taking her dress from where it hung freshly pressed on the door (he’d insisted on it, even if it was just a floaty floral number), holding it until she could pull up a pair of underwear on and wrestle with a bra.

“Slow down,” he commands gently when she rushes to grab the dress from him, holding it just out of her reach, “We have plenty time, Little human, we’re not the ones getting married.”

Which -- well, that was true, she supposes. Something about having an event to go to makes her a little jittery, moving too quickly and rushing; it’s like homecoming and prom all over again, only this time she had a vampire boyfriend who was incredible at handling stressful moments, carefully helping her into her dress. He took a glittery necklace he’d bought her from her jewelry dish atop of her dresser, and slid it around her throat and clipped the two ends together. A vampire boyfriend who also sweetly reminded her to take her iron supplement because, “Tonight, m’getting between those thighs lovely.”

The drive was alright; there was some traffic and she’d been worried when she saw how backed up the highway had been, but they got there forty minutes before the ceremony and secured a spot near the front where Niall had saved them seats. Harry entertained her with stories of Queen Victoria and Prince Albert, and also trying to act as human-like as he can when they have any sort of interaction with the people around them. Like when Y/N spots another old friend (Adaline) sat in front of them and they begin chatting, catching up some at where they were in life, and who the men sitting beside them were. She’d  made the comment, “What do you guys think of the venue? It’s lovely.”

Harry had answered unprompted, as he hadn’t really spoken much in their conversation other than, “It isn’t St. James Palace, but I suppose it’s fine. Hope she can stand up to the likes of Queen Victoria.”

Y/N’s eyes had widened, a dribble of panic slipping down her spine because she wasn’t ready to give the fake “he reads history books in his free time” explanation that he’d given Niall over Harry’s outlandish comments, but she doesn’t have to. Adaline only laughs, shaking her head and pointed her finger at Y/N, “Course you would find someone with the same sense of humor as you, lucky dog. Adam can never tell when m’joking or not.”

She has to pretend that she isn’t concerned that her joking sounds like Harry’s very serious tone but merely patted Harry’s thigh, giving it a loving squeeze, and when she looks to him he is smiling to himself. He rather enjoyed when people found him funny, and what he enjoyed even more, was Y/N trying to dig their way out of a ditch he’d begun digging them.

The ceremony was beautiful; Caroline looked stunning in her dress, a proper gown embellished with beading and lace appliques fitted to her torso and fanning out into the longest train Y/N doesn’t think she’s seen in real life before. Harry held her hand during the duration of it and swipes away the tear that had beaded to her eye when they began reading their vows and the groom got choked up. Even pulled her close to him, and despite his previous adversity to weddings, this one seemed to be getting him a bit mushy himself. She reckons if they hadn’t been in public, he would have purred for her as he’s so fond of doing when he’s feeling immense love for her.

Her reception was in the same building, so they only had to go a floor up to enter it. She met up with Niall and a few of their mutual friends, got to gush to Caroline about how beautiful the wedding was and how incredible she looked, and kept Harry at her side. He spoke when he was spoken to but otherwise he was quiet and when he’d ventured off to get them more champagne, Gina -- who also shared film studies with them -- leaned in, “He’s giving me strong Edward Cullen vibes, babe -- he moves, you move, silent probably broody type, definitely gorgeous,” she laughed as she continued, “Is he a vampire or something?”

Y/N’s blood ran cold when she forced a laugh, shaking her head letting a lie slip easily from her tongue, “No, no, just shy is all. He’s a bit of a writer so he likes observing people -- can characterize them better.”  

Niall snorts, taking a drink from his flute, “Shy until someone challenges his history knowledge, that’s for sure -- grade A smart lad has a damn book of information as a brain.”

Before they could say anymore, Harry reappeared with her drink, “They’re attacking the cake like vultures to a carcass, I think I may need to break an old woman’s finger to get a slice. Would you like one?”

She’d tricked him into dancing as well, locking their fingers and dragging him out to the floor in the middle, “You promised!” He protested but Y/N had already started moving side to side a little dramatically to get him to smile past his frown.

“Had my fingers crossed!” She let him know delightedly and after some coaxing and the whispered promise that she would throat him later (weddings made her all sorts of soppy and soft, which in turn made her an eensy bit greedy for Harry, and being greedy is simultaneous with cuddly and horny), she got him moving at least a little. She’d coached him through the Cha Cha Slide, had improvised a dance to Papa Loves Mambo, and serenaded him with a lovely rendition of Can’t Take My Eyes Off You. By the time the bride threw her bouquet (which Niall’s date had caught, Niall’s eyes widened comically, and Y/N decides then she’s going to tease his ass to shreds about it), Y/N was feeling the full effect of her champagne and Harry was gaining a contact high from her giddiness. Even the slow songs were nice, as Harry showed her how it’s done exactly (because she’d never been arsed to learn herself), and pulled out some moves that he remarked Queen Victoria would have blushed at (“Times were simpler then, my Love”).

The whole night was so enjoyable and fun and by the time that it was through, she doesn’t think either of them wanted to leave. “We should start crashing weddings,” Y/N had decided on their chilly walk back to the car around , just as Harry revealed a plate with another plate over the top of it that he’d been covering with his coat, “What’s that then?”

“I stole you cake,” he answered, taking off the top plate and showing the five slices that had been hidden, “You enjoyed it thoroughly and they were just going to throw it away but wouldn’t let me take the entire thing, so I took as many as would fit.”

Y/N might have never been more in love with him than she was in that moment.

On their way back, as they both cooled down from the excitement of the reception and Harry was navigating the post wedding traffic while Y/N nursed the stolen cakes in her hand, they were relatively quiet. Harry was worrying his lip between his teeth like he was thinking on something, and Y/N was too worn out to bother him about it until he opened up as she usually does. Though he told her soon enough, once they finally pulled off on the exit that would take them back home.

“I enjoyed that much more than I thought I would,” he told her truthfully and she smiled.

“Good.”

“I would enjoy if we had a big party,” he continued, and Y/N’s once drooping eyes shoot open, “Much like a wedding but without the ceremony, that was a bore. But a big party and we will invite many people and celebrate our love for one another. Would you be interested in that?”

Y/N’s soppy soft heart only gets soppier as she nods, reaching over so their hands locked where his rested on the middle console.

“I’d love that.”

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Once Harry and Y/N made it home, Y/N had taken what she believed to be a very well deserved nap in the passenger side, only waking to the gentle brush of his fingers to her cheek once they were parked, “Oh, sweet thing,” he’d hummed, “We’re home.” Harry was the best for waking people up, Y/N had decided long ago, because he’s nothing but sweet murmurs and soft caresses. When Niall woke her up in the mornings it was a plethora of pillow hitting and purported threats in the form of I swear to god, you little demon, I’ll write a love letter from you and give it to Professor Rollins. It was jarring and she was far undeserving of it (she only ever hit him will a pillow once and it was because he was already thirty minutes late) when she always wakes people up with careful shakes and promises of breakfast.

Harry is much sweeter towards her, coaxing her from her slumber with soft touches, peppered kisses against her cheek, murmuring pleasant words into her ear and nibbling at the lobe. It brings shivers down her spine and tickles goosebumps up her arms, to where she’s blinking her eyes open slow, adjusting to the light of the room and snuggling deeper into him. If it were a morning she had things to do, Harry would only appease her for a moment with back rubs and cuddles, “Wake up, little human,” he hummed sweetly, and when she replied she didn’t want to, he would assure her that as soon as she returned home they could nap together (which means Y/N will snore in his ear while Harry did whatever he did when she was sleeping and he wasn’t). If she had nothing to do, he would let her sleep in some but would tempt her with breakfast and smoothies.

So when she is reluctant to remove herself from the car, he’s as tender as he always is. Titters something she can’t quite make out before walking over to her side, reaching over to unbuckle her, before gathering her up in his arms. “Your species is such a sleep bunch,” he had commented, “Or maybe it's just my little human who is so tired?”

“Mhm,” she murmured, dipping her face into the column of his throat only then realising that he was carrying the cake plate with the hand of the arm tucked beneath her knees, “Still ready for you stuff me full of that big, thick —“ she begins to tease him but he cuts her off with a small pinch to her bum.

“Careful what you wish for, sweet thing,” he responded, not concerned in the slightest, “Haven’t been inside you for a while, might just split you in half.” He unlocks the door swiftly, twisting the knob and pushing it open, noticeably biting down on the inside of his lip when he feels Y/N shudder and nestle into him closer. She would very much like that, she decides, but she doesn’t think he will. One thing she had learned from him is that if he’s going to feed from her while and/or before they have sex, he prepares far before. The dinner he has is rich and full of nutrients, it’s not normally around a time in which she’s stressed, and it’s only if he’s sure she’s not too exhausted. Two of the three weren’t happening and she could feel from his grip that he was intending to feed from her as soon as they settle.

It’d been a while since he had fed from her; a few weeks at the very least. He didn’t enjoy doing it when she had finals to worry about so he had appeared to be pretty opposed to the fact, even though she continuously told him that it would be just fine if he did. So she knew he was starving -- parched for it -- and the tender flesh of the inside of her thighs, where the blood ran warm and his nose was tucked near another place he loved to frequent, she knew would be a treat after such a long period of wait.

Harry was brisk in his movements, setting the cake he’d taken down on the coffee table and almost immediately whisking her off to their bed. His pupils were blown a telling black that suggested his hungered state; it’s moments like this -- as he’s setting her down atop of the mattress, pushing the soft fabric of the dress up so it floated and fluttered around her hips with albeit precise coordination, eagerly -- that she remembers what he is. Not that him drinking her blood wasn’t its own telling indicator, but she often forgets that he is truly a whole different part of this world, one that nobody is quite aware of.

This should scare her. The way he pushes her thighs apart and settles happily in between, the dark of his eyes overshadowing the usual foamy, light green that they regularly were -- it should make her heart race out of fear that he might take it too far. Drain her of every ounce of blood until he’s satiated and full.

But she isn’t -- not in the slightest, because not only is he pushing sweet kisses to the skin and wrapping his arms around each thigh like a hug, he’s looking up at her like she had given him a star. Like she had single handedly flown to space, plucked one from the sky, and held it out for him to have and to hold. “Remember to tell me if it gets to be too much,” he reminds her as he always does, before he presses his nose to the skin and breathes in deep. His shoulders roll backward once as he nestles closer, his tongue dipping from his mouth to lick a stripe where he would bite as he always does. Goosebumps tickle up and down her arms and legs, her center giving a pulse in interest at the proximity in which he’s near her. It’s too much and not enough all at once, bristling beneath his attention, impatience and excitement fizzling through her veins as she awaits the first bit of pain.

She doesn’t think she’ll ever get used to it. The way the point of his teeth slides into her skin, two pricks much like a shot that she still flinches from. Harry notices her discomfort, using one of his hands to reach up towards her, slotting their fingers together with a soft squeeze as he latches his mouth around the point he’d chosen. He begins to suck from her, such an odd sensation that’s both terribly disconcerting and arousing all at once. A moan threatens at the back of her throat but she swallows it down in favor of hearing his own happy hum against her. Though he normally lacks color, the addition of blood into his system always tints his cheeks a rosy pink at first, and the way he holds onto her tighter, suckles sensually, and revels in the sweetness of the taste makes her tremble.

Y/N doesn’t start getting light headed until two to four minutes in and Harry can always tell -- parting from her with a soft, wet smack, lulling his tongue over the flesh he’d just been feeding from. This time instead of peeling back immediately as he usually does, he scoots forward and pulls the fabric of her panties to the side. Once again he breathes in deep, only this time he is slicking the broad of his tongue up from her hole up to her swollen clit, suckling it into his mouth. This time she is unable to keep her moan quiet, weakened thighs attempting to shut around his head, as he continues to lap at her petals.

“Harry,” she gasps, her back arching, her hips rolling up against his tongue where the clit slicks and slides around the swollen button, moving it side to side beneath, “Please, please don’t stop I --” her legs are shaking much more than she was expecting, reaching down with the hand that he wasn’t holding to burrow in his hair. The mix of spit and her juices was deliciously inviting, wet, messy and warm. Her heart pounded against her ribcage, the telling sign of an orgasm zipping up from the tips of her curled toes, and the light of it wraps around her thigh, around her hips, up through her torso and fanning out down towards her fingers and to the tips of each strand of hair atop her head.

He reaches down towards his cock, wiggling down the slick trousers so they bunch around his thighs as he slips his fingers around the stiff shaft and begins to twist and tug, only serving to make her moan even more against her. Her chest heaves with each breath, biting down on the inside of her cheek when he prods his tongue at her hole, licking inside her, slurping and drinking her up like he’d been born to do it. Almost like he’d been waiting for it since she’d promised him a bite of her thighs in exchange to go to the wedding. The sheer avidness and passion, how he takes hold of her clit between his lips, sucking hard and fast.

He encourages her with his gaze alone, nodding his head, a soft, “Mhm,” against her that had her insides undulating, and like a bubble of water that swells beneath immense pressure, it pops around her in a blinding wave of light. She cums on his mouth, shaking like a leaf -- a very well satisfied leaf -- as Harry licks and sucks and works her through it. Brings her back down from the clouds with soft, sweet kisses up her thighs, to the junction of her leg and hip, pushing kisses to her stomach, and skipping where her dress was still covering her to her mouth. When he kisses her he slips his tongue into her mouth so that he can taste her, nipping, and suckling at her lips before rubbing the tips of their noses together.

Harry pecks another kiss to her mouth before murmuring, “We ran out of cranberry juice this morning,” but before she could act even the tiniest bit elated, he continues, “Thank goodness I have a whole new case of it in my trunk.”

“Harry,” she pouts, but he reaches up and plucks at her bottom lip.

“Put that away,” he tuts his tongue, “If you drink it all, maybe I’ll get you off again, hmm?”  

[mingisblackgf]

i’ll be your babygirl (part one)

pairing: chan x fem!reader

genre: youtubers!au; smut, fluff, crack

warnings: none, just a buncha teasing fun

summary: in which one of 10 pretty princesses accidentally gets her nudes leaked and just the wrong someone gets his naughty little hands on them.

I could have shit myself.

I know, not exactly a beautiful image to begin the demise of my reputation forever, but it was true. 

Was I that stupid? 

It’s my fault. I know it is. I just had to be friendly. I just had to be friends with the idiots due to our similar careers when absolutely none of the other girls were.

“Bea, help me! What the fuck are you doing? You’re killing me here, literally.” Charlene screamed, smashing the keyboard with all her might. 

I contemplated getting up and running out of the room and moving on a mountain. Also, Charlene was a bit violent when it came to video games. She’d probably punch me later.

“Fucking shit I’m an idiot!” I yell out, throwing off my microphone and bursting from my chair. It looked like I saw a spider or something, but no. It was the extended responses from those Stray Kids dudes. 

Every single one of them replied fast. And with a more interesting response than the next.

Every. Single. One. 

“What?” Bayou sputters.

“You kidding me? You made us through the game, now the homeless kid losers are gonna take it over us. Again. Fuck.” Victoria was another one that got overly competitive. Not that it was bad, I mean, female gamers need a fighting spirit to override the idiots.

Those guys. That I just sent my naked body to. 

“We literally not uploading that.” Marie-Caroline commented, shaking her head.

“Agreed. Sad. I thought we had a chance, I was kicking Hyunjin’s ass in the first round.” Sophie added, getting up from the desktop.

I could have rolled my eyes at the sass of those two, but I was too busy contemplating how my life was ending.

“Beatrix!” Alex yelled to me, grabbing my shoulders and shook me out of the trance I was in. “What the hell has gotten into you? Let’s talk.” She sits me down then, in my chair, and suddenly in our den I felt surrounded like a tiger in a den full of lions.

There were 10 chairs of course, full of self-entitled princesses from all different walks of life: Alexandra, Sophie, Charlene, Aurora, Marie-Caroline, Bayou, Victoria, Masako, Lily and me, Beatrix, or Bea.  

It was strictly ironic that we all had names of old princesses, emperesses, and even princesses’ palace pet (in Bayou and Lily’s case) and went to school together, all dropped out at once to be Youtubers.

We played video games, ate and slept all day everyday.

We didn’t do much “lady-ish” things besides cooking or I don’t know, painting our fingernails? Shopping?

Point is we made a living of some sort off this “princess” thing on the YouTube thing. Despite how shitty it is, we have about 3.5 million subscribers. Adsense is good. We’re living good. I mean, it has to be good with 10 girls in a house together. 

Damsels In a Dress indicates we always wear dresses when were play some game, like League of Legends or Fortnite. Maybe Call of Duty. Depends on the mood really. 

The reason why I’m telling you that definitely sets the scene for how intimidating my friends looked, surrounding me along with the desktop computers and laptops, mics, empty soda cans and junk (Bayou was good at that cleaning stuff) with paused League game play.

And how they were going to totally freak when I told them I was going to be totally blackmailed by what the website saw as “enemies.”

And that I’m shitting myself.

“H-happened? Nothing happened? I just, lost focus, that’s all.” I laughed nervously, twisting my upper body to prove the point. Of course I was lying. How could I tell the fucking truth? Say I sent my nudes I meant to send them to our fake arch rivals?

I’m gonna get my ass handed to me on a silver platter! Victoria’s going to beat my ass! Sidenote: I’m not actually scared of Vicki, she’s just a tough ass bitch. Anyway.

“Beatrix Rose Santiago. What. The. Fuck. Happened.” Victoria gritted through her teeth. See, she knew exactly how to break me. 

“IaccidentallyAirdroppedthenudesImeanttosendyouguystoStrayKidsgroupchatandtheyallsawandrespondedtoit! Wow. I just got so hungry. What a mouthful, can we eat, we should eat!” 

“What.” Marie-Caroline started.

“No.” Lily couldn’t believe it.

“You actually didn’t.” Sophie’s jaw dropped.

“Bea!” Marie whined like a wet baby.

Looks like they understood me.

Victoria flew from her seat and grabbed the phone from my hand, a phone I was dreading to light up. 

“Vicki!” I cried, wanting to die. 

“No, we’re surveying this group chat! We’re reading it!”

It kept lighting up on it’s own.

They kept texting me.

Stray Kids.

Probably making fun of me.

I’m screwed.

Vicki flew back to her seat and started reading the text messages out, everyone crowding around her like a bee to honey.

seungmininthebuilding: BEATRIX? more like BEA-TITS! hahhhhhhhh…

changbean: I should stop looking at that… but how did those tits get so…

hyunjinishere: we got ourself a prize here, the “accidental nude” is such good headline! You’re toast, darling! Don’t tell your friends~

yourhoeminho: you done goofed bea-bitch

feeeelix: it’s child pornography, the cops are on their way.

Individual Text Message:

chanthegoat: I could leak this picture. But I really want it for myself. 

“Whoa whoa whoa, what the fuck? Now Chan’s trying to smash!” Masako narrated like a TV host, eating on the edge of her chair chomping on popcorn.

“Oh no he isn’t,” I almost sprinted to where Vicki was sitting, looking over my phone to confirm her words. Sadly. Jesus Christ. He did.

He does? He usually wasn’t the one to be… into girls. 

At least that’s what I see in their YouTube videos. Unfortunitely, fans ship us all the time since we’re both against each other but we have similar skill sets and such.

Makes me sick.

“Well, respond!”

pinupprincess: Idk what you mean

chanthegoat: Think about us, we could burn up the second we fuck

pinupprincess: Are you…blackmailing me?

chanthegoat: Is that what you call it?

Shit.

[dvinefem]

                         [ ARIANA GRANDE / KALLOS / CHARIS / MUSE 26 ] / [ GIADA VITALE ] is a  [ TWENTY ONE ] year old [ FASHION DESIGN ] major. [ SHE ] is known for being [ VIBRANT & NURTURING ] but [ GUARDED & VAIN ].  when i think of them, i imagine [ SKETCHBOOKS AND FABRIC SWATCHES, THE LINGERING SCENT OF FRESHLY SMUDGED PALO SANTO, SUCCULENTS ADORNING A WINDOWSILL ]. and even though they’re a proud HU student now, we all have our roots. theirs run back to them being a [ MHP ( AQUA ) ] graduate.  i asked around and it turns out they [ AREN’T ] an AOP student. in their interview, they managed to woo the admissions team by [ PRESENTING SOME PROTOTYPES FROM A MOCK-UP CLOTHING LINE ]. i guess that’s all there is to know! unless…

✧ °˖ — hi there folks ! it’s me, your friendly neighborhood ki. i’m super duper excited for this to start asdfghj. ok ok onto the intro. 

G E N E R A L !

FULL NAME: giada marie vitale

NICKNAMES: gigi, gi

BIRTHDATE: october 1st 1998

STAR SIGN: libra 

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: pansexual

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: panromantic

LABEL: charis ( grace )

SUBPLOT: muse 26 ( not a catfish , only a shark )

S C H O O L I N G !

MHP HOUSE: aqua ( authentic, imaginative, intuitive )

HU HOUSE: kallos ( aesthetics, imagination, elegance, creation )

MAJOR: fashion design

CLUBS: forces of nature club president, artistic horizons member, eleusinian circle member

S I M I L A R I T I E S !

BROOKE DAVIS ( one tree hill ) , CAROLINE FORBES ( the vampire diaries ) , ALICE ( alice in wonderland ) , ELLE WOODS ( legally blonde ) , also a touch of MISTY DAY ( american horror story )

T R A I T S !

+ vibrant , nurturing ,confident 

- guarded , vain , coquettish

I N F O !

giada was the only child born to two high profile italian lawyers who didn’t exactly have much time for her. so, an in-house nanny was their prime solution.

practically raised by a kind woman named antonella, a nanny who took care of her every whim until the age of 16.

she doesn��t talk about her home life with many people — not relating to anybody who has a close relationship with their parents. whenever she mentions her mum, she’s usually referring to antonella.

being an only child with busy parents meant having tons of hobbies. antonella had a bit of a green thumb, so the two were often found out in the garden for hours on end. the nanny went into extensive detail with giada about every plant known to mankind. she ended up taking a liking to it. when night fell, antonella would set up a blanket beneath the the stars — teaching her all of the constellations names.

her nanny also taught her palm and tarot reading — an art giada’s practiced for years. a pretty cool party trick she whips out often.

very vocal about her big dreams of being a luxury designer, she’ll talk your ear off about colors, ask you for your opinion on swatches.. basically you’ll probably have to tell her to hit the road lmao.

while her parents wished she’d take a more practical route like they had, gigi has always had an actively creative mind and a passion for fashion ( bratz anyone ?? ). always in her room talking to her succulents — filling sketchbooks with designs and sewing away. i should note that she’s also into eco-friendly fashion and will be v upset if she sees anyone wearing REAL fur. faux fur only, pls.

although she’s a very spiritual and grounded person, giada can tend to be a tad vain. the way she looks is extremely important to her, obviously.

she has a taste for all things beautiful. refined, sophisticated, and graceful are her design aesthetics. 

huge dreams for such a small girl, but she’s ready and willing to do anything to manifest them into a reality. 

chanel’s classic and feminine aesthetic would be her cup o’ tea any day over gucci.

even if she doesn’t mean to, she can come off a bit bitchy at times as well. she’ll tell it like it is.. but still ask you to grab froyo with her after. she just wants everyone to be the best version of themselves. being unkind to anyone is NEVER her intention. she’d do ANYTHING for the people she cares about most.

pretty much the mom friend in any squad, wanting to take care of everyone else before her self.

it should be noted that she’s a bit guarded and won’t open her entire soul up to many people anymore due to the aftermath of her subplot ! ( peep her subplot on the main for more details here )

also president of the forces of nature club.. so if she sees you with single use plastic of any kind she’s gonna be offended lol.

C O N N E C T I O N S !

ok i know i’m a werido & can’t make a SIMPLE list. a lot of my inspo for a muse goes hand in hand with music SO.. listed below are some wanted connections with a tiny description we can expand on, and it’s correlating song/vibe ! hmu if you’re feelin’ any of them

..and ofc, feel free to suggest other connections that aren’t here ! i’m always very open ! give me frenemies, give me rivals give me aNGST ! pls 

THERE FOR YOU // MARTIN GARRIX & TROYE SIVAN

( familial bff / cousin ) -- 00/01

pretty self explanatory here ! either a hardcore best friend that’s so close that they may as well be family, OR ! a legitimate cousin who is basically sibling at this point. i’m open to either option ! they have each others backs through thick and thin, and surely tell each other aLMOST everything. gimmie gimmie. 

BEST ON EARTH // RUSS FEAT. BIA

( hookup / fwb ) -- 00/01

note ! this spot can be filled by any muse, as giada identifies as pansexual ! we can iron out the details of how this came about together. perhaps they were friends prior, or it just happened out of the blue at a party one night & it’s just been convenient to continue. just remember.. the biggest rule of a casual hookup ?? don’t catch feelings. but.. we’ve all seen the movies.

IF THE WORLD WAS ENDING // JP SAXE FEAT. JULIA MICHAELS

( ex-boyfriend ) -- 00/01

your typical angsty first love situation. possibly dated for a few years ( in high school or more recently in uni ), they ended up realizing that it just wasn’t working. even though they had love for each other, the pair had to split up. “ i know, you know, we know were weren’t meant for each other and it’s fine. ” they both knew it was just better that way. and now.. they just can’t seem to shake the feelings they had. “ but if the world was ending, you’d come over right ? ” asdfghg gIVE IT TO ME. 

GOOD AS HELL // LIZZO

( squad ) -- 00/03

i’ll leave three spots open for this connection because what’s better than a squad ?? NOTHING ! any gender is welcome, of course !  giada is naturally a pretty friendly person ( unless you cross her, people she loves, or are straight up disrespectful ), but when it comes to her main gang -- she’s a ride or die kind of gal. your greatest hypeman. the mom friend. she’ll have your back no matter what, and you can count on that.