#Dance School in Draper

[lulunothulu]

“All Your’n”

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: You and Bradley had been best friends for a while. You’d both wanted more but the other didn’t know until you declare him yours after a fight.

Content: fluff, swearing, FLUFF

GIF credit: @betty-draper

Based on the song “All Your’n” by Tyler Childers

It’d been a shitty day.

All day long, you had been dealing with the Dagger Squad and their stupid antics. Everyone was irritating you and you didn’t know why.

No, you knew why.

It was Bradley’s fault.

The night before, you’d watched him flirt with one of the skankiest aviator you’d ever met—Sunny—at Hard Deck. While you two weren’t together, you’d hoped he wouldn’t go so low. Especially with her. He knew you and Sunny had a problem with one another and being your best friend, Bradley had vowed to you he would never fuck with her.

I guess things change.

It started like any night at Hard Deck, Bradley and Jake picking a girl Jake should flirt with and Bradley telling Natasha and Bob he didn’t think Jake would do it.

“He’s being a little too cocky,” you hear Nat tell Bradley. “If he wants the red head to like him, he should’ve just gotten her a drink like a normal guy instead of showing off his darts skills.”

“Wait hold on,” you tell her, pointing to Jake and the red head across the bar. “Look at what he’s doing.”

“That son of a bitch,” you hear Bradley mutter to your left.

Jake had just tapped his cheek, the red head moving to kiss him before he turns his head quickly, catching her lips with his.

“That was annoyingly smooth,” he says with an eye roll. He finishes his beer before turning to the group and asking, “Anyone want another?”

Payback, Coyote, Fanboy, Natasha, and you all cheerfully say, “Fuck yes” causing Bradley to shake his head with a smile and look to Bob.

“Help me carry them all?” Bob nods, following Bradley’s broad and muscular form to the bar where Penny greets them with smiles.

You turn to Nat who’s watching you with a smile.

“Wanna play a game of pool, Domino?” She asks.

You shrug, “Why not? I have to school your ass again.”

“I let you win that one time and now you have an ego,” she laughs.

You’re in the middle of starting the game when you see Sunny walk into the bar and make a beeline for Rooster at the bar.

Her blonde hair was loose, falling down her neck and brushing the seams of her sundress.

“When did she get the time to change into that?” Natasha asks from your right.

“Who fucking knows,” you respond, rolling your eyes.

Behind you, Coyote whistles as Sunny, Bob and Rooster approach with beers in hand. “Damn, Sunny. You look good.”

“Thanks,” she smiles, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “I did it for Bradshaw here.”

Fucking bitch.

Bradley’s brows raise in question as he takes a swig of his beer and hands you yours. “For me? Why?”

Sunny laughs. “I’ve been sending you hints for past few months. Haven’t you noticed?”

“Honestly no,” Bradley tells her. “I’ve had my eyes on someone else.”

At that everyone turns to you, but you’re too busy looking at Sunny. Her eyes narrow on you before she sweetly smiles before wrapping her arms around Bradley’s broad shoulders.

“Can you show me how to play pool?” She asks.

“I guess, Seresin’s better than I am,” he tells her. “Don’t tell him I said that.”

You watch as Sunny leads him to the pool table across from yours, Bradley’s eyes apologetic as he begins to show her how to play.

“Easy girl,” you hear Jake say behind you. You turn to see him sipping his beer, an arm around the red head. “He knows who he belongs to. No need to get worked up.”

“Fuck off, Bagman.” You seethe.

By the end of the night, Sunny was drunk as hell, dancing on tables and doing everything she could to keep Bradley by her side. It was 11:45 PM when you finally had enough.

“I think imma head out,” you tell Phoenix.

“Do you want me to get Bradley?” She asks.

You turn to where Sunny’s legs were propped on Rooster’s lap, Bradley’s hand comfortably on her ankle and smile lazily on his lips.

You shake your head and roll your eyes. “Nah, let him have more time with his new girlfriend.”

He didn’t even bother to text you how and if you got home that night. And that’s what was pissing you off the most.

Not that he had broken the one promise you asked him to never do, but that he never even called you to make sure you were alright.

Sunny must’ve been really good in bed. Of course she was. She was the squad’s biggest flirt, and that says something because Hangman is the man-whore.

Anyway, it wasn’t like you stayed up all night waiting for his call.

That would’ve been pitiful.

Your last straw today had been when you saw Sunny and Bradley talking y one of the jets, Sunny’s hand on his chest laughing at something he’d said.

Your blood was boiling. You wanted to slap the smile off her face, or worse pummel her into the ground with your boots.

“Domino,” you hear Natasha call to your left. “What’s wrong?”

“What makes you think somethings wrong?” You ask.

“Your face is unusually bitchier,” Jake says from behind.

“Maybe it’s because everyone has been annoying the shit out of me,” you spit back.

“Everyone, or Bradshaw?” He asks, a smirk forming.

“Fuck off, Seresin,” you seethe, clenching your jaw from saying it too loudly for everyone else to hear.

“C’mon, Y/L/N,” he starts. “We all know you’re sweet on Bradshaw.”

“Hangman,” Natasha warns.

“What it’s true?” He counters. He points, flicking between you and Bradley behind you. “They’ve been inseparable for years. Plus, we all see the way they look each other. He’s as much hers and she is his. They should just kiss and get it over with. Then, we won’t have to deal with her mood swings when Sunny starts acting a fool.”

“Seresin, shut. The fuck. Up.” You seethe. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I may not look like the brightest, but I have eyes,” he tells you, squaring his shoulders and smiling. “We can see how much it kills you that Sunny—”

“I’m warning you…”

“—has made the moves on Bradshaw, even after you two had that vow,” he continues. “Just go claim him!”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP SERESIN.” You yell, causing everyone in the hangar to turn to where you two are standing—Bradley and Sunny included.

Your cheeks feel warm, you know you’re blushing and hard. Behind you, you feel a hand in your shoulder and when you turn, you find Maverick standing there. His face is masked in calm but you know he’s probably as angry as he can be.

“Go take a walk,” he tells you.

You’re shaking in anger and embarrassment, but you nod. Pushing past him, you take off, passing by a smug-faced Sunny and dumbfoundedly confused Bradley.

“See ya, Domino,” Sunny says as you pass them. She laughs before adding, “Fucking psycho.”

That makes you stop in your tracks because what the actual fuck?

You turn to face her, walking right up to her, and getting within an inch of her face.

“What did you say?” You ask.

Fear fills her eyes and she pulls Bradley close to her. “Nothing.”

You look to where she’s holding Bradley by the bicep, then up at Bradley who’s confused and hopefully feeling your disappointment.

You roll your eyes, feeling the angry tears coming. “Whatever. You deserve her.”

You’re halfway to the tarmac when you feel a large hand wrap around your wrist. You’re spun around to face Bradley who looks confused.

“What’s your deal?” He asks. “I didn’t hear from you last night and you didn’t even tell me you left Hard Deck. And now, you’re acting all annoyed and lashing out on everyone.”

“No I’m not,” you respond.

“Don’t think on I didn’t notice your groaning all day, Y/N,” he scolds. “You’ve been on one all day. What’s wrong?”

You rub your nose angrily before shaking your head and turning away from him. “You. You’re what’s wrong.”

“Why?” Bradley’s brown eyes are soft, brows furrowed in confusion and you can’t help but feel the urge to slap the puppy dog eyes out of him.

“You broke our vow!” You spit. “You fucked Sunny even after you said you never would. And then on top of that, you didn’t notice I left or you did and you were too busy with Sunny to bother to text or call me to see if I was alright or if I got home.”

You were pacing, wildly waving your hands as you speak. “And what hurts the most is that you did that without batting an eye. I thought—”

You stop talking. You can’t bring yourself to admit what you’d been wanting to for the past few years you’d known Bradley. You loved him, and you thought he loved you back.

But you guess not.

“You thought what?” Bradley asks, shouting over the jets flying to the left of you. His brows were so furrowed, you thought they’d stay that way.

You take a few deep breaths, trying to regulate your anger and frustration.

“I thought you would’ve—,” you start to shout back, blinking back tears. “I thought you would’ve chosen me instead.”

Bradley only stares at you, shocked. You’re a good few paces away from him so you angrily shake your head, wipe your eyes with the back of your hands, and begin to walk away.

But his strong hand on your wrist stops you in your tracks.

“What makes you think I didn’t choose you?” Bradley asks.

“What’re you talking about?” You ask. “I saw you with Sunny.”

“Last night, nothing happened,” he tells you.

“What?”

He shakes his head, a small smile forming on his mustached face. “I took her home and then left. My phone died at the bar and I didn’t think you’d be awake when I got home.”

You only stare up at him.

“I was gonna check on you today, but you gave me the cold shoulder all morning,” he goes on.

“You didn’t sleep with her?” You ask.

“God, no,” he smiles.

That changed everything. If they didn’t sleep together, then what did he mean by choosing you?

“What did you mean,” you start. “About choosing me?”

“Y/N,” he starts, hand rising to cup your cheek. “Have you seriously not noticed?”

“Noticed what?” You ask.

“All I have are eyes for you. I have for a long time,” he tells you. “I’ve loved you from the moment I first met you. I’ll love you until my lungs give out. You’re mine, even if you don’t know or feel it. But you are.”

“I’m yours?” You ask, dumbfounded by his admission.

“Yes,” he laughs.

You smile, bringing your hand to his on your cheek. Happy tears fill your eyes as you tiptoe to kiss him, his mustache tickling your nose and making you smile into the kiss. Your heart lurches at the thought of Bradley loving you as long as you’ve loved him, the fact that you’re kissing him amplifying that feeling.

“Good, because I’m all yours,” you smile. “And you’re all mine.”

[recycledmoviecostumes]

Jonny Herbert designed this white chiffon gown with large colorful circles in the 1960s. One of them was purchased by Janie Bryant for use on January Jones as Betty Draper in the 2008 second season of Mad Men, in the episode entitled A Night to Remember. The dress was dubbed by Bryant as Betty’s “Sad Clown Dress.”

The dress seems to have gone on to live another life in the 2023 series Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies, where it was worn by an extra in the episode Or at the High School Dance…The dress is the same one worn by January Jones, as the colors and placement of the dots line up exactly.

A version of this dress was sold on Etsy, and the listing offers more details about the design and materials.

Costume Credit: Anonymous

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[alldancersaretalented]

NYCDA National Outstanding Dancers 1999-2024

1999

Junior: Travis Wall (Denise Wall Dance Energy) and Megan Eisenhart (The Dance Club)

Senior: Nick Lazzarini (Studio 10) and Cindy Welik (Dance Academy USA)

2000

Junior: Robbie Fairchild (Pulse 31) and Kayla Kalbfleisch (Christine Harper's Dance West)

Teen: Danny Tidwell (Denise Wall Dance Energy) and Melissa Hough (Dance Explosion)

Senior: Manuel Herrera (Fran Sullivan School of Dance) and Janna Oberdorf (In The Spotlight)

2001

Junior: Bret Easterling (Teen Dance Co.) and Collette Chan (Teen Dance Co)

Teen: Sean Duvall (American Dance Machine) and Nicole Winhoffer (In The Spotlight)

Senior: Daniel Vaniska (La Danse School of P.A.) and Nicki Loud (Turning Pointe Dance Center)

2002

Junior: Garrett Smith (Dance Impressions) and Erica Ross (Dance Connection 2)

Teen: Anthony Lomuljo (Dance Attack Sunnyvale) and Becca Henderson (Ballet Society)

Senior: Danny Tidwell (Denise Wall Dance Energy) and Melissa Hough (Dance Explosion)

2003

Junior: David Gensheimer (American Jazz Dance Co.) and Whitney Jensen (CSPAS)

Teen: Travis Wall (Denis Wall's Dance Energy and Marilee Glazier (CSPAS)

Senior: Phillip Spaeth (Triple Threat PAC) and Carly Lang (DDK Danceworks)

2004

Mini: Corey Snide (Eleanor's School of Dance) and Christina Spinger (Dance Motion Performing Arts Co.)

Junior: Nick Young (Young Dance Academy) and Kayla Radomski (Michelle Latimer Dance Academy)

Teen: Chuck Jones (CSPAS) and Jaimie Goodwin (Denise Wall's Dance Energy)

Senior: Jon Bond (Center Stage Dance Academy) and Ellery Baum (CSPAS)

2005

Mini: Hogan Fulton (Bobbie's School of Performing Arts) and Tiara Keeno (Wasatch Dance Center)

Junior: John Manzari (Spotlight Studio of Dance) and Angelica Generosa (Dance Stop)

Teen: Garrett Smith (Odyssey II) and Dusty Button (Movin' South)

Senior: Teddy Forance (Hackworth School of Performing Arts) and Allison Holker (The Dance Club)

2006

Mini: Ross Lynch (Artistic Fusion Dance Academy) and Catherine Hurlin (Westchester Dance Academy)

Junior: Corey Snide (Eleanor's School of Dance) and Christina Spinger (Dance Connection)

Teen: Ryan Steele (Dance Dynamics) and Kirsten Wicklund (Danzmode Productions)

Senior: Christian Denice (Bobbie's School of Performing Arts) Jamie Godwin (Denis Wall's Dance Energy)

2008

Mini: Kolton Krouse (Tempe Dance Academy) and McKenna Ross (Tempe Dance Academy)

Junior: Alex Hathaway (Dance Dynamics) and Tiare Keeno (Wasatch Dance Center)

Teen: Corey Cox (Denise Wall's Dance Energy) and Taja Riley (Denise Wall's Dance Energy)

Senior: Crain Dionne (Donna Coco's Performance Plus) and Erica Ross (Tempe Dance Academy)

2009

Mini: Brandon Chang (Dance Town) and Sarah Pippin (CC&Co. Dance Complex)

Junior: Kolton Krause (Tempe Dance Academy) and Kamila Shah (Westchester Dance Academy)

Teen: Mason Manning (Dance Industry) and Tiare Keeno (Classical Ballet Academy)

Senior: Richard Villaverde (Dance Town) and Ida Saki (Dance Industry)

2010

Mini: Tade Biesinger (Dance Impressions) and Payton Johnson (Jean Leigh Academy of Dance)

Junior: Rae Srivastava (Independent) and Jayce Kalb (The Dance Centre)

Teen: Corey Snide (Eleanor's School of Dance) and Mattie Love (Dance Impressions)

Senior: Cory Barnette (Tempe Dance Academy) and Kaitlynn Edgar (Spotlight Dance Works)

2011

Mini: Travis Atwood (The Talent Factory) and Jacalyn Tatro (Inspire School of Dance)

Junior: Niko Martinez (Dance Images & Music) and Sarah Pippin (CC&Co)

Teen: Ivan Kalinan (The Dance Zone) and Madi Hicks (Academy of Dance Arts)

Senior: George Lawrence (Dancemakers of Atlanta) and Kali Grinder (The Dance Zone)

2012

Mini: Kyle Anders (Savage Dance) and Kayla Mak (Westchester)

Junior: Jack Wolff (Precision Dance Academy) and Payton Johnson (Jean Leigh Academy)

Teen: Kolton Krouse (Tempe Dance Academy) and Jordan Pelliteri (Plumb Performing Arts Center)

Senior: Joseph Davis (Draper Center) and Alexia Meyer (The Dance Club)

2013

Mini: Justice McCort (Krystie’s Dance Academy) and Jasmine Cruz (Westlake)

Junior: Jonathan Fahoury (Artistic Fusion) and Sophie Miklosovic (Faubourg School of the Ballet)

Teen: Jake Tribus (CC & Co) and Jayci Kalb (The Dance Centre)

Senior: Alex Soulliere (Spotlight Dance Works) and Alyssa Ness (Northland School of Dance)

2014

Mini: Luke Spring (Independent) and Charlee Fagan (Main Street Dance)

Junior: Matthew Spangler (Artistic Fusion) and Mackenzie Bessner (KJ Dance)

Teen: Rae Srivastava (BHumn DanceSpace) and Jacalyn Tatro (Inspire School of Dance)

Senior: Kolton Krouse (Tempe Dance Academy) and Jordan Pelliteri (Plumb Performing Arts Center)

2015

Mini: Brady Farrar (Stars) and Madison Brown (Lents Dance Company)

Junior: Parker Garrison (Stars) and Jasmine Cruz (Westlake)

Teen: Harrison Knotsman (Studio West Dance Center) and Nina Bartell (Sweatshop)

Senior: Jake Tribus (Next Generation Ballet) and Sarah Pippin – CC & Co

2016

Mini: Luke Barrett (Dance Attack) and Eden Galloway (Center Stage Dance Studio)

Junior: Jack Easton (IMPAC) and Mahalaya Tintianco-Cubales (Westlake)

Teen: Kele Roberson (Dance Institute) and Ali Deucher (The Dance Club)

Senior: Zach Manske (Woodbury) and Jacelyn Tatro (Inspire School of Dance)

2017

Mini: Hudson Silva-Costa (Spotlight Dance Center) and Phoenix Sutch (Krystie's Dance)

Junior: Mason Evans (Performance Edge 2 and Madison Brown (Lents Dance Company)

Teen: David Keingatti (Columbia) and Sydney Revennaugh (CSA's Dancers Edge)

Senior: Michael Garcia (Dance Industry) and Kaylin Maggard (Columbia)

2018

Mini: Sienna Morris (Westchester) and ???

Junior: Eden Galloway (WNC Dance) and ???

Teen: Aydin Eyikan (Kanyok Arts) and Jasmine Cruz

Senior: Harrison Knostman (Studio West Dance Center) and Jenna Meilman (Westchester)

2019

Mini: Ian Stegeman (Woodbury) and Ivana Radan (Westchester)

Junior: Justin Padilla (Infusion Dance) and Rebecca Stewart (Spotlight Studio of Dance)

Teen: Luke Spring (East Coast Edge) and Madison Brown (Lents Dance Company)

Senior: Jamaii Melvin (Miami Dance Collective) and Madison Goodman (KJ Dance)

2020

Mini: Eric Poor (CityDance) and Kynadi Crain (Jean Leigh Academy)

Junior: Jagger Effs (Miami Dance Collective) and Sienna Morris (Westchester)

Teen: Mason Evans (Performance Edge 2) and Mahalaya Tintianco-Cubales (Westlake)

Senior: Aydin Eyikan (Kanyok Arts) and Sydney Revennaugh (Performance Edge 2)

2021 (Orlando)

Mini: Spencer Parnell (Academy of the Living Arts) and Kiera Sun (Westside)

Junior: Michael Duvali (Centerstage Dance Academy) and Macie Miersh (All American Dance Factory)

Teen: Luke Biddinger (Touch of Class) and Eden Galloway (WNC Dance)

Senior: Jemoni Powe (Academy of Nevada Ballet) and Kayla Mak (Westchester)

2021 (Phoenix)

Mini: Ellis Khoundara (Tempe Dance Academy) and Skylar Wong (Woodbury)

Junior: Ian Stegeman (Woodbury) and Carolina Garcia (Miami Dance Collective)

Teen: Justin Padilla (Westside) and Erin Park (Westside)

Senior: Justice Wooden (Just Dance) and Charlee Fagan (Main Street Dance)

2022 (Orlando)

Mini: Mali Photnetrakhom (In Motion Dance Project) and Avery Gallenero (Dance Inc.)

Junior: Bryce Young (All American Dance Factory) and Eva Jimmerson (Renner Dance)

Teen: Luke Barrett (Dance Attack) and Phoenix Sutch (Krystie's Dance Academy)

Senior: Mason Evans (Performance Edge 2) and Kailey Woronstoff (Dance Universe)

2022 (Phoenix)

Mini: Levi Caicco (In Motion Dance Project) and Kensington Dressing (Evolve Dance Complex)

Junior: Avery Khoundara (Tempe Dance Academy) and Fiona Wu (Yoko's)

Teen: Keenan Kiefer (Academy of Dance Arts) and Georgie Weir (Miami Dance Collective)

Senior: Parker Rozzano-Keefe (Westlake) and Mahalaya Tintiangco-Cubales (Westlake)

2023

Mini: Jonathan Macleod (Joanne Chapman) and Hannah Fogel (Dance Institute)

Junior: Lincoln Russo (Poirer Productions) and Kiera Sun (Westside)

Teen: Hudson Silva-Costa (In the Spotlight) and Crystal Huang (The Rock)

Senior: Jonathan Paula (Canadian Dance Unit) and Abigail Weber (Dallas Conservatory)

2024 (New York)

Mini: Marko Kokovic (Draper Center for Dance Education) and Maeve Olsen (The Dallas Conservatory)

Junior: Levi Caicco (In Motion Dance Project) and Aria Du (Yoko's)

Teen: Sam Gauss (Draper Center for Dance Education) and Evee Lee (CAP The Company)

Senior: Caleb Abea (Larkin Dance Studio) and Izzy Howard (Westside)

2024 (Phoenix)

Mini: Anderson Sander (New Dimensions) and Belle Marie Arauz (Dance Town)

Junior: Ellis Khoundara (Tempe Dance Academy) and Mali Photnetrakhom (In Motion Dance Project)

Teen: Maceo Paras-Mangrobang (Westlake) and Gracelyn Weber (The Dallas Conservatory)

Senior: Cameroon Janson (Creative Conservatory of Dance and PA) and Jordyn Sarmoen (Performance Edge 2)

[lifeofpriya]

Amor in Barcelona - Jack Draper

[gif credit goes to @pyotrkochetkov]

summary: in a moment of impulsive passion, you and jack decide to tie the knot while you're in Barcelona...

You and Jack had been inseparable since your paths first crossed. Your shared love for adventure, the thrill of competition, and the quiet moments between games had grown into something unshakable. As you strolled the cobblestone streets of Barcelona, the vibrant city painted with the warm embrace of the setting sun, the air was ripe with excitement for the upcoming Barcelona Open. The scent of churros and the distant laughter of street performers wafted through the air, melding with the anticipation that hung around every corner.

Jack, with his unruly chestnut hair and intoxicating hazel eyes, looked over at you, his gaze a mix of mischief and something more profound. "You know what, love?" he said, his British accent a comforting lilt in the bustling Spanish night. "Let's do something crazy."

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Like what?"

Jack's smile grew as he took your hand. "Let's get married."

You stared at him, heart racing. "Married? Tonight?"

Jack's eyes sparkled with a child-like excitement. "Why not? We're already here, in this magical city. Let's make it a night to remember, forever."

The gravity of his words didn't immediately sink in. You felt light, as if you had just swallowed a handful of helium balloons. The cobblestone street seemed to tilt under your feet, the laughter of the street performers echoing in your ears like a symphony of joy. You looked at him, this man who had captured your heart with his fierce determination on the tennis court and his gentle kindness off it, and you knew that nothing in the world could be more fitting than this.

With a nod, you agreed. "Alright, Jack. Let's do this. But first…we probably should get changed." You giggled, pointing at Jack's casual attire of one of his Nike t-shirts, gray shorts, and his beloved pair of Air Jordans.

Jack grinned. "Race you to the hotel!" He took off, pulling you along in a playful jog. You couldn't help but feel giddy, your heart fluttering with excitement.

At the hotel, you both dashed into your suite, which was a sanctuary of soft white linens and the faint scent of lavender. The large windows framed the twinkling lights of the city, casting a romantic glow over the room. You rummaged through your luggage, pulling out a simple yet elegant white outfit that you had packed for a fancy dinner—it was simple yet elegant, perfect for the occasion.

Jack grabbed a crisp white button-up shirt from his suitcase and a pair of black trousers, a stark contrast to his usual sportswear. The transformation from tennis star to groom-to-be was amusing to watch, his muscular arms flexing as he tugged on the sleeves, the fabric stretching to accommodate the powerful build honed from countless hours on the court. You couldn't help but admire him, your heart swelling with love and excitement.

"Ready?" he asked, a hint of nervousness in his smile.

You nodded, feeling a thrill of excitement rush through you. "As ready as I'll ever be."

"Wait, we need rings," you said, a sudden thought popping into your head as you took in the reality of what you two were about to embark on.

Jack paused, his hands hovering over the buttons of his shirt. "Rings? Right." He chuckled, his nervousness dissipating slightly. "Fancy a bit of shopping?"

You nodded eagerly, and the two of you dashed out into the night, the cool air a stark contrast to the warmth of the suite. The streets of Barcelona were alive with vibrancy, the buildings cast in a soft orange glow from the street lamps. The sounds of the city swirled around you, a symphony of languages and laughter.

Jack led the way to a quaint little jewelry store nestled between a tapas bar and a flamenco dance school. The bell above the door jingled merrily as you stepped inside. The proprietor, a man with a handlebar mustache, looked up from his workbench, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you both dressed in your wedding-ready attire.

"Buena noche," he greeted warmly. "Looking for something special?"

Jack nodded, his eyes shimmering with excitement. "Yes, we're getting married tonight, and we need rings."

The proprietor's eyebrows shot up. "Ah, que romantico!" He waved his hands dramatically. "Follow me."

He led you to a display case filled with rings, each one more exquisite than the last. You felt a bit overwhelmed, but Jack's hand in yours was steady and reassuring. His thumb traced circles on your palm, and you focused on that as you both peered into the glass.

"These," you said suddenly, pointing to a pair of simple, yet elegant platinum bands. They were adorned with a single diamond each, the stones twinkling like the stars outside.

Jack looked at you, then at the rings, and nodded in agreement. "Perfect."

The proprietor, with a knowing smile, pulled out the rings and wrapped them in a velvet box. "Allow me to engrave something for you," he offered. "A memory of this magical night in Barcelona."

Jack looked at you, and you felt a warmth spread through your chest. He leaned in close, whispering, "To us, forever," in your ear. You nodded, and the proprietor took the rings, his skilled hands etching the words into the metal.

As you waited, you both took in the sights and sounds of the bustling street outside. The rhythmic clapping of flamenco dancers' hands, the sizzle of paella pans, and the hum of conversations in various languages filled the air. You couldn't believe this was happening—you were about to marry the love of your life in one of the most beautiful cities in the world, with no grand plan except the one that unfolded before you.

The proprietor returned with the rings, now etched with your heartfelt message. You exchanged glances with Jack, and in that moment, everything felt incredibly real. "Would you happen to know where we can find a place to get married?" you asked the man, hopeful.

The proprietor's smile grew wider. "But of course! There's a small, charming civil registry office not too far from here. It's open late for tourists and those seeking a spontaneous union," he said with a wink.

Jack squeezed your hand. "Let's go. Wait, let me pay for these," he said, reaching for his wallet.

The proprietor, understanding the urgency of the moment, waved him off. "Consider it a wedding gift," he said with a warm smile.

Jack looked surprised but grateful. "Thank you," he murmured, his grip on your hand tightening.

You both stepped out into the night, the air a warm caress against your skin. The streets of Barcelona had transformed into a serendipitous maze of love and possibility, each twist and turn seemingly designed to lead you to this exact moment. The cobblestones whispered secrets of love and passion beneath your feet as you hurried towards the civil registry office.

The office was a quaint building with ivy climbing up its ancient walls, the door a rich shade of burgundy that stood out against the soft, golden light spilling out into the street. Inside, the scent of aged paper and the quiet murmur of whispers filled the room.

Jack's hand was still in yours as you approached the counter, where a kind-looking woman in a sensible yet stylish outfit looked up at you. She had a knowing smile on her lips as she asked in English, "May I help you?"

"Yes, please," you said, feeling a bit shy. "We'd like to get married tonight."

The woman's smile grew. "Ah, a love as sudden and fiery as the flamenco dancers in the streets. How wonderful!" She pulled out a few forms, her pen poised and ready. "Just a few details to take care of."

The process was surprisingly swift, the woman's efficient hands moving through the paperwork with a grace that matched the dancers' steps. You glanced at Jack, his eyes shining with excitement, and felt your own heart race. Was this really happening?

Once the paperwork was done, you both stepped into a small, cozy room adorned with bouquets of fresh flowers and candles flickering in the gentle evening breeze that wafted through the open window. A man in a black suit, the judge, smiled warmly at you. "Young love," he said in a thick Catalan accent. "Let's make this official."

Jack looked into your eyes, the gravity of the situation sinking in. You took a deep breath, feeling the cool metal of the ring against your palm. The room was filled with the quiet whispers of anticipation, the candlelight casting shadows that danced upon the walls like silent witnesses to your union.

The judge, a man with a gentle demeanor, began to speak in a blend of Catalan and English, his words a melodic incantation of love and commitment. You didn't understand every word, but the meaning was clear—this was a pledge of forever.

Jack's hand trembled slightly as he took your hand in his, the warmth of his touch a beacon of comfort. The room seemed to shrink around you, the candles casting a soft, intimate glow that made you feel as if you were the only two people in the world.

The judge spoke, his words a gentle serenade in a language that was as foreign as the concept of marrying in such haste felt. Yet, as he translated each line into English, you found yourself nodding along, the words resonating deep within your soul.

Jack slipped the ring onto your finger, the cool metal a stark contrast to the warmth of his touch. It was a perfect fit, just like the way he fit into your life. "To us, forever," he murmured, echoing the engraving.

You took his hand and did the same, feeling the weight of the moment as you slid the ring over his knuckle. "To us, forever," you whispered back, your voice shaking with emotion.

The judge pronounced you married, and Jack leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that was both tender and fierce, a promise of all the days and nights to come. The candles flickered, casting shadows that danced around the room, as if celebrating the love that had just been sealed.

As you pulled away, laughing and crying, the judge handed you a marriage certificate with a flourish. "Felicitacions!" he exclaimed.

Jack picked you up in his arms, spinning you around, and you couldn't help but feel like you were floating, the world around you a whirl of candlelight and love. You set your feet back on the ground, a little wobbly but filled with an unshakable certainty.

You stepped out of the civil registry office, hand in hand, the warm air of Barcelona enveloping you like a soft blanket. The night was still young, and the city's pulse thrummed around you. The cobblestone streets glittered with the reflections of street lamps, and the air was filled with the distant strums of a guitar.

"Jack, I can't believe we just got married!" you exclaimed, your voice a mix of wonder and laughter.

Jack leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. "Believe it, love. We're married now." His words sent a shiver of excitement down your spine.

You both turned to face each other, the weight of the rings on your fingers a constant reminder of the vows you had just exchanged. The sounds of the city had grown louder, the music more vibrant, as if the very essence of Barcelona was celebrating with you.

"What now?" you asked, your eyes sparkling with excitement.

Jack looked around, taking in the vibrant energy of the city. "Now, we celebrate!"

Without another word, he led you down a narrow alleyway, the walls adorned with vivid street art that whispered tales of love and passion. The alley opened up to a small, dimly lit square where a group of musicians played a lively tune, their instruments casting a mesmerizing melody that danced in the air. The square was filled with locals and tourists alike, all caught in the infectious rhythm of the music.

Jack spun you around, your laughter mingling with the strums of the guitar and the beat of the drums. "Dance with me," he said, pulling you closer.

You stepped into the rhythm, the cobblestone square becoming your dance floor. The music was a fusion of flamenco and something else, something that felt ancient and new all at once. Your bodies moved together, perfectly in sync, as if you had been dancing this dance for a lifetime.

Jack's arms were strong around your waist, guiding you through the passionate steps. Your hands roamed over his shoulders, feeling the muscles that had brought him victory on so many tennis courts. The warmth of his skin, the scent of his cologne, the way his eyes never left yours—everything about him was familiar yet thrillingly new in this unexpected moment of matrimony.

The music grew wilder, the dancers' stomps echoing through the square. The crowd clapped in time, their energy fueling your own. You felt like you could dance forever, lost in the rhythm of the night. But as the song reached its crescendo, Jack leaned in and whispered, "Let's find someplace quieter, love."

You nodded, your heart racing with excitement. He guided you through the maze of streets, the moon casting a silvery glow over the ancient buildings. The laughter and music of the city faded into the background as you found yourself in a secluded garden, a hidden gem nestled between the urban sprawl.

Jack's eyes searched yours, full of love and hope. "Is this okay?" he asked, his voice low and earnest.

You nodded, your own eyes brimming with tears. "It's more than okay. It's perfect."

The garden was a tranquil oasis; the moon shone down, casting long shadows from the gnarled olive trees that dotted the space. A small, babbling fountain at the center added a soothing soundtrack to the quiet whispers of the night. You stepped closer to Jack, the crunch of gravel underfoot the only noise in the otherwise stillness.

Jack's arms wrapped around you, his warmth seeping into your bones as he kissed you again, slower this time, more deliberate. Each press of his lips felt like a promise, a vow of love and loyalty. Your fingers intertwined with his, the platinum band a silent testament to the words you had spoken just moments ago.

You both sat down on a bench by the fountain, the cool stone a welcome relief from the warmth of the day that still lingered in the air. The water danced and shimmered under the moonlight, creating a tranquil scene that mirrored the calm in your hearts.

Jack leaned in, his gaze soft and loving. "I know this isn't how we thought we'd get married," he began, "but somehow, it feels more right than anything I could've imagined."

You nodded, your heart fluttering like a butterfly in your chest. "It's perfect, Jack. Just like us."

Jack's smile grew, his eyes crinkling at the edges. "Yeah," he agreed, his voice thick with emotion. "It's perfect."

You both sat in the quiet, the gentle burble of the fountain the only sound in the garden. The coolness of the stone bench seeped through your clothes, grounding you in the reality of this whimsical night. You looked at the ring on your finger, the single diamond glinting in the moonlight. It was a simple band, but it held a world of meaning.

Jack took your hand, turning it over to trace the delicate veins that webbed across your palm. "I love you," he said, his voice a whisper in the stillness.

You looked at him, feeling a warmth spread through you. "I love you too, Jack."

Jack's thumb brushed against the ring, the metal cool against your skin. "Do you think we're mad? For doing this so spontaneously?"

You chuckled, shaking your head. "Maybe a little. But isn't that the best kind of madness?" You leaned into his embrace, the warmth of his body a comforting cocoon in the cool night air. "This is our fairy tale, Jack. We don't need grand ballrooms or elaborate ceremonies to make it real."

Jack's grip tightened around you, his eyes searching yours. "You're right," he murmured. "As long as we have each other, everything else is just details."

You rested your head on his shoulder, feeling the steady beat of his heart under your ear. The garden was a sanctuary of peace, the scent of lavender filling the air. The coolness of the night was a balm to your flushed cheeks, and the soft rustle of leaves was the only music you needed.

Jack took a deep breath, his chest expanding against you. "I can't believe we're actually married."

You laughed, a sound that was both nervous and filled with pure delight. "I know. It's crazy, isn't it?"

Jack nodded, his eyes reflecting the moonlight. "But the best kind of crazy."

You leaned up to kiss him, your hearts beating in harmony. "The very best."

The night grew darker, but the garden remained bathed in the soft luminescence of the moon. As you both sat there, wrapped in the quiet embrace of the night, the reality of your impromptu marriage began to set in. It wasn't a grand affair with hundreds of guests, nor was it something you had planned for years. It was raw, it was real, and it was entirely yours.

Jack's hand found its way to yours, the platinum band a symbol of the vows you'd just exchanged. "We should probably tell someone," he said, his voice a gentle rumble in the quiet.

You giggled. "Yeah, but that can wait," you said, feeling a bit rebellious. You didn't want to let the bubble of magic surrounding you two to pop just yet. Instead, you suggested, "Let's just enjoy this moment, Jack. We have all the time in the world to tell everyone else."

Jack nodded, a content smile playing on his lips. He leaned in, his nose nuzzling yours. "I like the sound of that, love."

You both sat there, the cool breeze playing with the ends of your hair, as you watched the moon climb higher in the sky. The occasional distant laughter or clinking of glasses from nearby cafes reminded you of the life that went on beyond the walls of your secret garden, but in this moment, the world was reduced to just the two of you.

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24/7 Rochester Senior Solo Results '25

1st: Lilly Hall (Draper Center for Dance) STC

1st: Musa Fofana (Capital City Dance) STC

1st: Beth Anne McGowan (Next Step Dance) STC

1st: Ella Zhao (NXT Generation Dance) STC

2nd: Odin Baldwin (Vlad's Dance Company) STC

2nd: Jackson Conley (Hoffmans School of Dance) STC

3rd: Svea Larsson (Forward Dance Academy) STC

4th: Noah Vidal (Forward Dance Academy) STC

4th: Daniel Tamburro (Evolution Dance Studio) STC

5th: Keira Cheng (Vlad's Dance Company) STC

6th: Jonathan St-Onge (Ecole de Danse Louise) STC

7th: Lily Kravetz (NINE Dance Academy) STC

7th: Alina Khan (Revolve Dance Alliance) STC

8th: Olivia Maclaughlin (David De Marie) STC

8th: Shaunaughsey Meagher (Canadian Dance Company) STC

9th: Gabrielle Hoofatt (Evolution Dance Studio)

10th: Selah Wright (Art & Soul Dance)

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Venus Correspondences

From Christian Astrology by William Lilly

(It is mostly word for word. I tried to format it to fit into a nice correspondence list, but the information itself is untouched.)

Zodiac: Rules Taurus and Libra. Exalted in Pisces, Detriment in Aries and Scorpio, Fall in Virgo.

Nature: She is a Feminine Planet, temperately Cold and Moist, Nocturnal, the lesser Fortune, author of Mirth and Jollity; the Elements, the Air and Water are Venereal; in the Humours, Phlegm with Blood, with the Spirit and Genital seed.

Profession: Musicians, Gamesters, Silk-men, Mercers, Linen-Drapers, Painters, Jewellers, Players, Lapidaries, Embroiderers, Women-tailors, Wives, Mothers, Virgins, Choristers, Fiddlers, Pipers, when joined with the Moon, Ballad singers, Perfumers, Seamstresses, Picture-drawers, Engravers, Upholsterers, Limners, Glovers, all such as sell those Commodities which adorn Women either in Body (as Clothes) or in Face, (as Complexion-waters.)

Sicknesses: Diseases by her signified, are principally in the Matrix and members of Generation; in the reins, belly, back, navel and those parts; the Gonorrhoea or running of the Reins, French or Spanish Pox, any disease arising by inordinate lust. Priapism, impotency in generation, Hernias, etc. the Diabetes or pissing disease.

Colour: White, or milky Sky-colour mixed with brown, or a little Green.

Savours: That which is pleasant and toothsome; usually in moist or sweet, or what is very delectable; in smells what is unctuous and Aromatical, and incites to wantonness.

Herbs & Trees: Myrtle always green; all herbs which she governs have a sweet savour, a pleasant smell; a white flower; of a gentle humour, whose leaves are smooth and not jagged. She governs the Lily white and yellow, and the Lilly of the valley, and of the water. The Satyrion or Cuckoopint, Maidenhair, Violet; the white and yellow Daffodil. Sweet Apples, the white Rose, the Fig, the white Sycamore; wild Ash, Turpentine-tree, Olive, sweet Oranges, Mugwort, Ladies' mantle, Sanicle, Balm, Vervain, Walnuts, Almonds, Millet, Valerain, Thyme, Amber, Ladanum, Civet or Musk, Coriander, French Wheat, Peaches, Apricots, Plums, Raisins.

Beasts: The Hart, the Panther, small cattle, Coney, the Calf, the Goat.

Birds: Stockdove, Wagtail, the Sparrow, Hen, the Nightingale, the Thrush, Pelican, Partridge, Ficedula, a little Bird Feeding on Grapes; the Wren, Eagle, the Swan, the Swallow, the Owsel or Black bird, the Pye.

Fishes: The Dolphin.

Places: Gardens, Fountains, Bride-chambers, fair lodgings, Beds, Hangings, Dancing Schools, Wardrobes.

Minerals: Copper, especially the Corinthian and White; Brass, and Lattenware.

Stones: Cornelian, the Sky-coloured Sapphire, white and red Coral, Marcasite, Alabaster, Lapis Lazuli because it expels Melancholy, the Beryl, Chrysolite.

Weather: She foretells in Summer, Serenitry or clear weather; in Winter, rain or snow.

Winds: Southern Winds

Angel: Anael

Planetary Alliances: Her friends are all the Planets except Saturn.

Week Day: Friday

Correspondence posts for the other planets: [Sun] [Moon] [Mercury] [Mars] [Jupiter] [Saturn]

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Minor OCs of 'Far Past The Ring'

I finally get off my butt and post this!

Here's a little guide to some of the OCs that, while not big players, show up and have minute roles in Far Past the Ring:

Tro Chapelle- The spirited eldest child of the Drummer-Chapelle family. A high school freshmen and future materials scientist, Tro looks to the beautiful in the places she can. Encouraged by her parents, she creates art in all spaces, ranging from polish on nails to paint on armor to even making stuffed animals. Tro also does her best to be inclusive and kind strangers, especially girls her age. With that being said, she has a teen edge to her, especially if she feels undermined or threatened–such as when new members of her baby cousin’s family arrive on Medina Station.

Miriam Martin - the wife of both Timon Chapelle and Dr Tanke Drummer in their polycule, she is a gentle natured Earther who was raised on Ceres by her Christian missionary grandparents. Kicked out of her church due to her sexuality, Miriam immediately joined the Free Navy as a communications specialist, where she met her husband and wife. After they left the service, they settled down on Ceres, where they started their family. After the children got older, Miriam went back to work as a kindergarten teacher, first on Ceres and then on Medina Station. She loves children, having a nice home and is the calming feature in the otherwise wild Drummer-Chapelle family. She is the biological mother of only Tro, but all of the children address her as 'mama' or 'Mimi'.

Blid Chapelle - the oldest son of the Drummer-Chapelle family, Blid is almost 12, obsessed with guns, explosions, and being a soldier. He also loves to tease and make others laugh, though it annoys his sister, irritates his aunt, and upsets his little brother. He is fascinated and excited by both Clone Force 99 and the rest of the clones, especially Crosshair. 

Haber ‘Hobbs’ Chapelle - the youngest son of the Drummer-Chapelle family, Haber is 7, quiet, and good natured. He is especially attached to his baby cousin, Meg, as well as his rescued cats, Trash and Garbage. A nurturing and attentive boy, he loves fixing things and wants to be a physician, like his mother and grandfather. 

Omega ‘Meg’ Drummer - the beloved baby of the extended Drummer-Chapelle family, Meg is the biological daughter of Clone Force 99 member, Tech, and Dr. Sjael Drummer. A curious 2-and-a-half-year-old, Meg is adventurous and bright, loving to run around her family members, escape through air vents, and be read to. She is especially adored by her cousins Tro and Haber, who get very defensive if anything remotely dangerous gets near her. 

CT-9991, Druid - the stoic but kind-hearted leader of Islander squad of the 41st Elite Corps, Druid is a communications and encryption expert, having become fluent in Shrywook, Thykarann, and Xaczik, due to his station on Kashyyyk during the Clone Wars. He was very close to Commander Mayday, who worked with him in some of the rougher terrain on the planet. 

CT-9992, Metric - the medic of Islander squad of the 41st Elite Corps. Though trained as a soldier, Metric often served as the de-facto healer while serving in the wilds of Kashyyyk under Druid. He is a jovial, laid-back man who loved working with Wookiees.  

Inez Yao - a pretty and charming Martian nurse who works under Dr. Tanke Drummer in Medina Station. A former medic in the MCRN, she is friends with Bobbie Draper, and loves to party and dance.

Dr. Devi Thomas - a microbiologist from the South Asian Trade Zone on Earth who works on Medina Station. She is Sjael Drummer’s friend, and her daughter, Sita Thomas, is best friends with Meg Drummer as well. Devi was widowed in the Bombardment of Earth, where her husband, Neel, was killed in the attack on Taiwan. She has a mild crush on Prax Meng, and is somewhat envious of Sjael's relationship with him.

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Kiernan Shipka Biography, Height, Age, Family, Boyfriend, Net Worth and Career

Kiernan Shipka is a popular American actress who is best known for her role as Sally Draper in the AMC drama series Mad Men. On November 10, 1999, Kiernan was born in Chicago, Illinois, in the United States. Erin Ann Brennan and John Young Shipka are her parents. Her dad is a developer of real estate. Nothing further is known about her siblings. Shipka eventually completed the online courses at Laurel Springs School and earned his degree. She took ballroom dancing lessons as well. Kiernan began performing at the age of 5 months. In the medical drama series ER, she made an appearance. At an early age, she also performed some modeling.

Who is Kiernan Shipka?

Kiernan is a well-known voice actor and a young, gifted American actress. Her most well-known roles are those of Sabrina Spellman in the Netflix fantasy series Chilling Adventures of Sabrina (2018–2020) and the sixth season of The CW series Riverdale (2021–2022), and Sally Draper in the AMC drama series Mad Men (2007–2015).

Kiernan Shipka Wiki

Real NameKiernan Brennan ShipkaNick Name Kiernan ShipkaNationalityAmericanProfession Model,  Actress,  Voice Artist, Years active2006–presentBirth PlaceChicago, Illinois, United StatesDate of Birth10 November 1999Age25 Years Old Heightin Feet Inches- 5’ 6”in centimeters: 168 cmin meters: 1.68 mWeight54 Kgs (119 lbs)Zodiac signScorpioMarital statusUnmarriedBoyfriendCharlie John Oldman (2019)Christian Coppola (current)John Mayer (rumored)Home TownLos Angeles, California, United StatesTV Show DebutMonk (2006)Film DebutDimension (2007)School NameLaurel Springs School (Online Classes)University NameN/AEducationHigh School GraduateEye ColorHazelHair ColorBlondeSkin ToneFairFigureHourglassBody measurement33-23-33BuildSlimShoe Size6 (US)Dress Size2 (US) or 34 (EU)ReligionChristianityEthnicity WhiteFather’s NameJohn Young Shipka Mother’s NameErin Ann BrennanSister’s NameAddisonNet WorthUS $4 MillionCurrently lives in8501, Washington Blvd, Culver City, California, United StatesCar CollectionMercedes-Benz S-ClassAudi Q7Range RoverLexus LXBMW 5-SeriesFavorite colorBlack, PinkFavorite foodPastrami SandwichHobbiesDancing, Singing, Cooking Kiernan Shipka Age Kiernan Shipka is 25 years old, was born on November 10, 1999, and her horoscope. She was born in Chicago, Illinois, in the United States, and her nationality is American. Kiernan Shipka Height, Weight and Body Statistics and Measurements

Kiernan Shipka physique is flawless, and her breasts are nicely shaped. The stunning actress stands 5 feet 6 inches tall and weighs 54 kg. Her physical dimensions are 33-23-33 in, with a waist size of 23 inches and a hip size of 33 inches. The bra cup size that she wears is 33A. She follows a rigorous diet and training regimen to keep her attractive physique in good condition. She has dark eyes, blonde hair, an hourglass body shape, a slim build, and a dress size of 2 (US). Her shoe and foot sizes are 6 (US). Her nationality is American, her ethnicity is White, her religion is Christian, and her sun sign is Scorpio. Kiernan Shipka Early Life Shipka was born in Chicago, Illinois, on November 10, 1999. Erin Ann Brennan is her mother, and John Young Shipka, a real estate entrepreneur, is her father. From an early age, Shipka developed an interest in entertainment and the arts. At age five, she started attending ballroom dancing courses. Although she had previously been in numerous print ads, commercials, and television shows as a baby, her family opted to move to Los Angeles, California, when she was six years old so that she could pursue a career in acting. Kiernan Shipka Personal Life

In 2019, Shipka was seen having dinner with Charlie Oldman, which led to rumors that the two were dating. By 2020, though, she was associated with Christian Coppola. Shipka has shared photos of herself with him along with remarks that imply they are dating, and the two have been spotted together at a number of high-profile events.

Kiernan Shipka Education

Shipka was a bright youngster who was constantly aware of her creative potential. She was raised and educated in Chicago, Illinois, in the United States. At an early age, Kiernan began studying professionally as a dancer and actor while still attending school. She was unable to attend regular school because of her hectic schedule. She went to Laurel Springs School, an online school, at a young age. At the age of five, she began taking ballroom dance lessons. She has been gifted since she was a young child; she is proficient in martial arts and plays the piano. In order to assist Kiernan's acting aspirations, her parents relocated to Los Angeles when she was six years old.

Kiernan Shipka Family and Relationship

Park was born to two devoted parents and a sweet sister in a cozy Chicago house. John Young Shipka is her father, and he works as a real estate developer. Erin Ann Brennan is her mother, and she is a homemaker. Shipka's family moved to Los Angeles when she was six years old so she could pursue her acting career. In addition, she has a younger sister, Addison, who is also a beautiful actress. Regarding her romantic life, this stunning woman began dating Charlie John Oldman in 2019. She began dating Christian Coppola after this relationship ended. Kiernan Shipka Boyfriend The stunning actress does not currently have a partner. She is currently concentrating on her career. She has not publicly acknowledged her relationship with Kierman, despite rumors that she was in a relationship with him. Christian Coppola, Charlie Oldman, Gavin Leatherwood, and Ross Lynch are all close friends of hers.

Kiernan Shipka Fact About

- In her own time, Kiernan likes to experiment with various musical genres and is an enthusiastic vinyl record collector. - She is an accomplished calligrapher who frequently uses her craft as a calming pastime. - As a devoted yogi, Kiernan uses yoga as part of her daily regimen to maintain her attention and sense of groundedness. - She regularly supports eco-friendly clothing products on her social media platforms since she is passionate about sustainable fashion. - A gifted baker,Shipka enjoys trying out new recipes in the kitchen and frequently shares her creations with loved ones. - She was five years old, she started taking ballroom dance lessons. - Actress Grace Kelly is an inspiration to her. - She is a black belt in taekwondo, a Korean martial art. - She was listed as one of the "16 Most Influential Teens of 2013" by TIME magazine. She was even listed as one of "The 25 Most Influential Teens of 2014" by TIME magazine. - It wears her out and eventually puts her to sleep, she prefers to read at night. https://youtu.be/Zg6_3xKfF6g?si=fZxu65vjWgZnIkzN Kiernan Hobbies Kiernan is a charming and affectionate person. She frequently hangs out with her numerous buddies. She spends time with her family because she loves them. She enjoys singing and dancing in her free time to provide enjoyment to her moments. Cooking, traveling, and playing golf are some of her favorite activities.

Kiernan Shipka Career

Kiernan Shipka made her television debut at 5 months of age on the hospital drama ER. She was a baby, she also started posing for commercial prints. Her first significant job was in the 2007–2015 TV series Mad Men, where she played Sally Draper, the daughter of the main character Don Draper, after taking on a number of lesser roles. After two tryouts, she was cast. For the first three seasons of the show, she appeared as a recurring guest star; in season four, she was promoted to series regular. Time magazine named Shipka one of "The 25 Most Influential Teens of 2014." She was listed as one of the "20 Actors To Watch That Are Under 20" by IndieWire in the same year. Shipka costarred opposite Emma Roberts in the 2015 Oz Perkins horror film The Blackcoat's Daughter and appeared in the 2014 Lifetime film Flowers in the Attic. She played Bette Davis's daughter, B.D. Hyman, in the 2017 season of Feud: Bette and Joan on FX. Shipka's role as Sabrina Spellman in Netflix's Chilling Adventures of Sabrina series, which is based on the comic series of the same name, was revealed in January 2018. Netflix broadcast the first installment on October 26, 2018, followed by an episode in December of the same year. The series proceeded for three more seasons before ending on December 31, 2020, with 36 episodes in all. On December 7, 2021, Shipka will return to the character in Riverdale's sixth season episode, "Chapter Ninety-Nine: The Witching Hour(s)". Kiernan TV Series & Films

Kiernan Shipka made her on-screen debut in the medical drama "ER" at the tender age of five months. She had previously modeled for commercial prints. She didn't, however, formally make her acting debut until 2006, when she appeared in an episode of the detective series "Monk." She also starred in the television film "The Angriest Man in Suburbia" that year. She has since built a successful career for herself in the field. In the movie Dimension, she played Molly in her debut motion picture role. - Mad Men (2007 — 2015) as Sally Draper - Carriers (2009) as Jodie - Cats & Dogs: The Revenge of Kitty Galore (2010) as Little Girl - Don’t Trust the B—- in Apartment 23 (2012) as herself - The Legend of Korra (2012 – 2014) as Jinora (voice) - Sofia the First (2013 – 2018) as Oona (voice) - Flowers in the Attic (2014) as Cathy Dollanganger - When Marnie Was There (2014; English dub) as Marnie - Avengers Academy (2016) as Jessica Drew / Spider-Woman (voice) - Feud: Betty & Joan (2017) as B. D. Hyman - Chilling Adventures of Sabrina (2018 — 2020) as Sabrina Spellman - Riverdale (2021) - Let It Snow (2019) as The Duke (Angie) https://youtu.be/Hht1WOPXQXI?si=QMaFiIcxt71sKWkc Breakthrough Role in Mad Men We then take a close look at Kiernan Shipka, who plays Sally Draper, the daughter of the main character Don Draper, in the critically acclaimed television series "Upset Men." Shipka received a lot of praise for her portrayal of Sally Draper, a knowledgeable and independent young woman growing up in the 1960s, and established herself as a talented young actress. If they so want, one can wonder how Shipka's pivotal performance in "Upset Men" actually paved the way for her subsequent parts. The conclusion of this entire article is that Shipka's portrayal of Sally Draper in "Upset Men" was really impressive. Her acting was incredibly mature for her age, as is readily apparent. Despite her seeming quietness, you can tell she's acting like she's feeling a lot. Her heroine in the play had to deal with the tumultuous marriage of her parents and the expectations placed on girls at the time. The way she depicted Sally growing stronger captivated both viewers and reviewers. Television - Monk (2006) - Heroes (2007) - Jimmy Kimmel Live! (2007) - Cory in the House (2007) - MADtv (2007) - Squeaky Clean (2008) - The Angriest Man in Suburbia (2009) - Don’t Trust the B—- in Apartment 23 (2012) - Mad Men (2007-2015) - The Legend of Korra (2014) - Feud: Bette and Joan (2017) - Chilling Adventures of Sabrina (2018-2020) - Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt (2019) - Riverdale (2021) - Swimming with Sharks (2022) - White House Plumbers (2023) Film and Other Television Projects

Following her success in "Upset Men," Kiernan demonstrated to the world the breadth and depth of her acting abilities by landing roles in a variety of films and television series. You might find it hard to believe that she could go from one success to another, but it's clear that her talent and diligence allowed her to play a variety of roles, which increased her notoriety and esteem. Shipka featured in the horror movie "February," which was directed by Oz Perkins, in 2015. She received praise from critics for her portrayal of a disturbed young girl attending a Catholic boarding school because of her capacity to show vulnerability and nuanced emotions. Shipka performance proved that she could perform well in roles that were emotionally and physically taxing. Awards & Nominations - 2010Actor-Outstanding Performance by an Ensemble in a Drama Series: winner - 2009Actor-Outstanding Performance by an Ensemble in a Drama Series: winner - 2009Young Artist Award-Best Performance in a TV Series - Recurring Young Actress: nominated - 2010Young Artist Award-Best Performance in a Feature Film - Supporting Young Actress: nominated - 2011Actor-Outstanding Performance by an Ensemble in a Drama Series: nominated - 2011Young Artist Award-Best Performance in a Feature Film - Leading Young Actress Ten and Under: nominated - 2011Young Artist Award-Best Performance in a TV Series (Comedy or Drama) - Supporting Young Actress: nominated - 2012Young Artist Award-Best Performance in a TV Movie, Miniseries or Special - Leading Young Actress: nominated - 2013Actor-Outstanding Performance by an Ensemble in a Drama Series: nominated - 2013Young Artist Award-Best Performance in a Voice-Over Role - Television - Young Actress: nominated - 2013Lucy Award-: winner - 2013Young Artist Award-Best Performance in a TV Series - Recurring Young Actress: winner - 2014OFTA Television Award-Best Voice-Over Performance: nominated - 2014OFTA Television Award-Best Supporting Actress in a Drama Series: nominated - 2014OFTA Television Award-Best Actress in a Motion Picture or Miniseries: nominated - 2010OFTA Television Award-Best Guest Actress in a Drama Series: nominated - 2013BTVA People's Choice Voice Acting Award-Best Vocal Ensemble in a New Television Series: winner - 2013BTVA Television Voice Acting Award-Best Vocal Ensemble in a New Television Series: winner - 2016Actor-Outstanding Performance by an Ensemble in a Drama Series: nominated - 2010Gold Derby TV Award-Ensemble of the Year: nominated - 2015Gold Derby TV Award-Drama Guest Actress: nominated - 2016BTVA Anime Dub Movie/Special Voice Acting Award-Best Vocal Ensemble in an Anime Feature Film/Special: nominated - 2016BTVA Anime Dub Movie/Special Voice Acting Award-Best Female Lead Vocal Performance in an Anime Feature Film/Special: nominated - 2013Young Artist Award-Best Performance in a TV Series - Guest Starring Young Actress 11-13: nominated - 2019MTV Movie + TV Award-Best Performance in a Show: nominated - 2019Teen Choice Award-Choice TV Actress: Fantasy/Sci-Fi: nominated - 2019Saturn Award-Best Actress in Streaming Presentation: nominated - 2015INOCA TV-Best Guest Actress in a Drama or Comedy Series: winner - 2014INOCA TV-Best Supporting Actress in a Drama Series: nominated - 2012INOCA TV-Best Supporting Actress in a Drama Series: nominated - 2011INOCA TV-Best Supporting Actress in a Drama Series: nominated - 2010INOCA TV-Best Guest Actress in a Drama or Comedy Series: winner

Kiernan Shipka Net Worth

Kiernan Shipka is an American actress who has a net worth of $4 million. Kiernan was a newborn, her career in entertainment began. Before her family relocated from Chicago to Los Angeles to further her acting career, she began to appear in print ads. As a little child, Shipka appeared on TV for the first time in a few episodes of "Monk" in 2006. She also starred in the television shows "Dimension," The Angriest Man in Suburbia, "Cory in the House," "MADtv," Heroes, and Jimmy Kimmel Live before securing the role of Sally Draper on the popular television show "Mad Men." Of Mad Men's 92 episodes, Kiernan made an appearance in 89 of them. Future Projects and Continued Rise to Stardom

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hello lesbian annie masterpost

“i had relations with my high school boyfriend. we did it to madonna’s erotica on the floor of his walk-in closet, but he wouldn’t let me look at it. he cried after and during. he’s gay now.”

“i like being repressed. i am totally comfortable being uncomfortable with my sexuality.”

exclusively demonstrates attraction either towards traditionally masculine, often older men who are romantically/sexually inaccessible to her (e.g. troy, jeff, vaughn and rich) or during play-acting scenarios (e.g. abed as batman, han solo and don draper) 

represses her lesbianism because it’s impossible to reconcile with the heavily traditional/heteronormative lens through which she views sex and sexuality (e.g. her massive wedding scrapbook, her love of soap opera romance)

driven to outperform her peers in order to “compensate” for her perceived inadequacies: prescription drug addiction, not conventionally attractive growing up (and shunned as a result) and being a lesbian

“you’re the coolest girl i’ve ever met.”

exchanges a long look with britta during jeff’s “there’s nothing to stop any one of us from looking at any of the others as a sexual prospect” speech, and then gasps and looks away like she’s actively censoring her attraction

“i only kissed jeff to see if i could do it, because i wanted to be cool and sexy like you,” in reference to the trend of annie subconsciously pursuing men britta has been involved with, misinterpreting her attraction to britta as attraction to them

unable to say the word “lesbian” outloud (probably due to her conservative upbringing) but excessively questions britta about her relationship with her (presumed) lesbian friend and tells britta “i thought it was really cool of you to make out with her”

leans in to kiss britta at the valentine’s dance and is visibly startled and embarrassed when britta stops her

runs through an explicit lesbian roleplay sex scenario in front of neil and the entire study group and seems to thorougly enjoy doing so, despite her self-confessed extreme discomfort with sex and sexuality (like, shes incapable of saying the word penis outloud but she’ll mime fingering and spanking a woman? hm)

spends her night at the ballroom trying to impress the bartender (tig notaro, i rest my case) and later tells troy, “i pretended to be a different person. i did it because i’m not sure who i am.”

“bring it in for a boob bump ladies” you conduct intimate rituals to touch the boobs of other women.txt

gleefully dances with her little pride flag 😔

“but we love jeff!” “no, we don’t. we’re just in love with the idea of being loved. and if we can teach a guy like jeff to do it, we’ll never be unloved.”

when they’re all felt puppets and britta is stroking annie’s skin and saying it’s beautiful and soft and annie just goes “mmmmm” like she’s on cloud nine, did i hallucinate that? is this legitimately a sentence i just typed? nothing feels real anymore 

holds the martini glass up to britta’s mouth as she drinks from it, hello???

“did you see her binder? pretty nondescript!” 

chang telling annie and frankie to “get a boardroom” when they’re gushing over each other 

in general: idolizes (and probably crushes on) frankie, because frankie is the first and only positive lesbian role model annie has encountered in day-to-day life; crucial proof that lesbianism isn’t some nebulous (and vaguely nefarious) concept, but the normal, lived experience of a woman she deeply admires

whispers “before this is over, you’ll beg for my forgiveness” with her mouth right up against britta’s ear, which was weirdly and unnecessarily homoerotic

re: jeff’s concept of what life might look like if annie stayed in greendale with him: “why is this a good choice for me? why doesn’t the audience feel sorry for me?” 

in jeff’s vision of the future: turns her cheek to the side when jeff says “i love you” and tries to kiss her; “do you have any idea what i want?” 

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YAGP Hope Award/(Youth) Grand Prix Winners 2023/24

Hope Award

Los Angeles: Spencer Collins, Age 10 (Westside School of Ballet, CA)

Austin: Yihan Jiang, Age 10 (Movements In Time, TX)

Chicago: Evelyn Allen, Age 11 (Elite Classical Coaching, TX)

Philadelphia: Amelia Sias, Age 11 (Pennsylvania Ballet Conservatory, PA)

Salt Lake City: Ellary Day Szyndlar, Age 11 (Master Ballet, AZ)

Boston-Worcester: Juliana Kuang, Age 11 (N&D Ballet, MA)

Atlanta: Elynn Nie, Age 11 (MorningStar Dance Academy, GA)

Dallas: Lydia Bachman, Age 11 (Independent, TX)

Phoenix: Victoria Carrillo, Age 11 (Master Ballet, AZ)

Kansas City: Calla Massey, Age 9 (Independent, KY)

San Francisco: Athena Hu, Age 11 (Ju Lu Performing Arts, CA)

Denver: Reagan Neuhoff, Age 11 (Dallas Conservatory, TX)

Toronto: Owen Simmons, Age 11 (School of Cadence Ballet, ON)

Indianapolis: Eva Julia Sutanto, Age 11 (Academy of Russian Ballet, VA)

Youth Grand Prix

Chicago: Ekaterina Pichkova, Age 13 (Osipova Ballet Academy, CA)

Austin: Melissa Plishchadina, Age 14 (Pavlova Professional Coaching, TX)

Chicago: Chloe Helimets, Age 13 (Bayer Ballet, CA)

Salt Lake City: Annie Webb, Age 13 (Moga Conservatory of Dance, UT)

Winston-Salem: Eric Poor, Age 14 (Cary Ballet Conservatory, NC)

Pittsburgh: Ela Sevillia, Age 14 (Ellison Ballet, NY)

Kansas City: Quinlin Maconachy, Age 12 (Dallas Conservatory, TX)

San Francisco: Fiona Wu, Age 13 (Yoko's Dance, CA)

Denver: Keenan Mentzos, Age 14 (Ballet Bloch Canada, BC)

Los Angeles: Kiera Sun, Age 13 (DKCBA, CA)

New York: Lisa Kamiya, Age 14 (Ellison Ballet, NY)

Nashville: Angelina Tan, Age 14 (Elite Classical Coaching, TX)

San Diego: Leon Yusei Sai, Age 12 (Southland Ballet Academy, CA)

Grand Prix

Los Angeles: Izzy Howard, Age 16 (DKCBA, CA)

Austin: Isabella Keesee, Age 15 (Elite Classical Coaching, TX)

Tampa: Crystal Huang, Age 15 (Bayer Ballet/The Rock Center, CA)

Philadelphia: Carson Willey, 17 (The Rock School for Dance, PA)

Atlanta: Miharu Kikuchi, Age 16 (International City School of Ballet, GA)

Pittsburgh: Kaitlin Natili, Age 15 (West Point Ballet)

Phoenix: Parker Rozzano-Keefe, Age 18 (Master Ballet, AZ)

Houston: Sophia Jones, Age 17 (Feijoo Ballet School, TX)

Los Angeles: Maddux Ellison, Age 15 (DKCBA, CA)

New York: Ivana Radan, Age 15 (Ellison Ballet, NY)

Toronto: Madison Bevilacqua, Age 16 (Timothy Draper Center, NY)

Indianapolis: Everly Nedza, Age 16 (School of Cadence Ballet, ON)

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robin!tim is PRIME two dates to the prom material and im SO mad it never happened. you’re telling me this boy could kiss two girls but couldnt get an issue dedicated to running back and forth between two different school dances and comedically forgetting to switch out of his alvin draper disguise? that’s just bad writing my guy

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fic: like you’d get your knuckles bloody (betty/archie, riverdale)

fandom: riverdale pairing: archie andrews/betty cooper, barchie There were so many choices that felt so small at the time. It seemed as if she blinked while getting a refill of her milkshake at Pop’s and woke up in a forest, covered in her boyfriend’s blood. She had been so many Betties between them - in a bunker, at the farm, chasing down a masked killer, in a black wig, holding Chuck Clayton’s head under water —

Standing beneath her porch light, her heart in her throat while Archie Andrews said, “I can’t give you the answer that you want.”

Was that the end of the beginning or the beginning of the end?--

Betty Cooper, before-and-after.

Her sense of narrative structure made her wish it was as easy as a before-and-after.

There was such clarity in a defining moment, in being able to spot the time when everything changed. There was a Cheryl before and after Jason died; a Jughead before and after he slipped on the Serpent jacket; the Breakfast at Tiffany’s Veronica before she turned In Cold Blood.

There was no clean before-and-after for Betty Cooper. There were so many choices that felt so small at the time. It seemed as if she blinked while getting a refill of her milkshake at Pop’s and woke up in a forest, covered in her boyfriend’s blood. She had been so many Betties between then - in a bunker, at the farm, chasing down a masked killer, in a black wig, holding Chuck Clayton’s head under water —

Standing beneath her porch light, her heart in her throat while Archie Andrews said, “I can’t give you the answer that you want.”

Was that the end of the beginning or the beginning of the end?

——

The old Betty, wherever she began and ended, was characterized by her discipline.

Every day, she suited up in her prim cardigans and slick ponytail, ready for another day as the dutiful daughter, the doting sister, the star student. She could handle any pop quiz, any turbulence in the Cooper household, any pressing deadlines at the Blue and Gold. When the pressure got to be too much, she would clench her fists and breathe through it.

And every night, she looked out her bedroom window at what she really wanted. Second floor, second window from the back, calling to her like a lighthouse. Archie’s window was lit up at all hours of the day and night, whether he was strumming his guitar or dozing off with a movie on. It was her nightlight. She fell asleep to its comforting glow, knowing their time would come one day.

She had to be disciplined, because she was hungry. Sometimes it scared her, how strongly she felt. There was a bottomless pit of want inside of her and she tiptoed around it, testing the edges but never letting herself fall in. Betty didn’t want to be the kind of person who was dragged around by her id. She wanted to be the person that other people thought she was. Sometimes that meant sleepless nights helping Polly learn her cheer routine, piling more volunteer hours on top of her already packed schedule, turning the other cheek to another Blossom insult.

Season five Betty Draper, Cheryl had once called her, as if she knew the half of it.

——

Betty had never thought Archie would love her in the exact way that she loved him.

She knew that love took different shapes in each container. She could see the way her mother and father fit together, pushing and pulling but ultimately a team, making each other better - a real laugh, in retrospect. One of her favorite memories was being eight years old, when Alice had just broken a big story. The pride lit her up from the inside and Hal’s beaming face reflected it right back. But she had also watched from next door as the Andrews fell apart. Fred and Mary lost something that seemed sweet and steady and kind, and then Fred puttered around that big house alone.

She thought about what that love might feel like, when it finally came.

Archie was all sweetness. Being his girlfriend would mean never walking to school alone, sporting his letterman jacket at games, and dancing together at prom. It would be afternoons working on a jalopy in the garage and nights cuddling together on the sofa. He would write songs about her and she would proofread his college essays and they would move to New York together after graduation.

It would be an awful lot like being his friend had been since they turned 13 and their parents had put a moratorium on sleepovers, except that she would get to touch the abs that had been taunting her. The heart that beat under those defined pectoral muscles was pure gold and it was an even better prize.

Something murkier lay beneath the surface for Betty. Sometimes she wondered if she loved him or if she coveted him. She wanted to know every thought in his head, every dream in his heart. Long before the school hallways had started to echo with Archie got hot!, she had been daydreaming about ways to get his hands on her. There were no dibs on a person, but she saw him first and had seen only him since.

Betty had never thought that Archie would burn for her, but she basked in his steady glow. Archie lived closer to the surface - he wore his heart on his sleeve and an easy smile on his face. That was one of the things she loved about him. They would be so happy together, but his devotion would never match hers.

It wasn’t until she was standing at the edge of a shallow grave, looking down at his terrified, resolved face with a shovel in her hand and a gun to her head, that she realized they may have misjudged each other.

——

A dam had broken in Betty Cooper earlier that fall.

It could have been one thing or any number of things —  Veronica Lodge sweeping into town, Polly’s mysterious disappearance, Jason Blossom’s body washing up in Sweetwater River. It was an unusually active September, especially by Riverdale’s sleepy standards.

For Betty, it felt like the foundation had been cracking. With one firm tap, it was gone.

You are so perfect. I’ve never been good enough for you, I’ll never be good enough for you.

The careful balancing of what she should want versus what she did want is what had kept her in check for all these years. No one else seemed to have the same qualms. Betty couldn’t imagine Cheryl or Veronica denying themselves a thing. In fact, she knew they wouldn’t. Veronica had talked a big game about turning over a new leaf, but after less than a week in Riverdale, Veronica had seven minutes in a closet and Betty had a box of Magnolia cupcakes.

Only Betty had the discipline to decide to be something and then become it. It had gotten harder for her to see how that was a good thing.

— —

Jughead’s interest in Betty was both a balm and a sting.

Boys had never been interested in her. She wasn’t sure if it was because word of her strict parents preceded her or because her crush on Archie was so obvious that it was not worth getting their hopes up. Whatever the reason, she had made it sixteen years without being asked to the drive-in, having a note slipped in her locker, or having rocks thrown at her window by someone who wanted to date her. She did all those things with her best friend and had become aware that it was not the same.

Until Jughead crawled through her window and gave her her first real kiss, she didn’t realize exactly how different it was.

Being on the other side of the equation was a revelation. It was amazing to think that there was someone who liked her more than anyone else, who thought about her when she wasn’t around, who wanted to kiss her and hold her hand and maybe more one day. Jughead was a good person - he was cute and smart, with a wicked sense of humor that tickled at the dark side she kept such a lid on - but what made him special is that he thought she was special. Betty had never come first to anyone before and she dove into intimacy with the same enthusiasm and determination that she put into any task.

But it was her way to acknowledge the cloud even while she focused on the silver lining. Besides her, Jughead was Archie’s best friend in the world. If other boys had avoided her due to some unspoken claim, surely he would find her to be even further off limits. If Jughead liked her, it was because Archie never would.

Somehow it was more devastating than the rejection itself. A dramatic showdown in formalwear still fit with the narrative that she had imagined for Archie-and-Betty. Power couples faced obstacles. Even after homecoming, even after Melody, even after Veronica, a part of her still though she should be patient. It was the utter lack of drama in her courtship with Jughead that made it real. There was nothing to be dramatic about.

She made her peace with it, first with her nails dug into her palms but then genuinely. The pieces of her heart felt like they were rearranging. Jughead had burst his way in and made his home right in the center. The part that housed her feelings for Archie was smaller, but the scars had made the walls thick and tough.

She would always love him and now she knew what shape it would take. She felt lucky to have enough love in her life that she could feel the difference.

It took a few months, but Betty started to think Jughead might be her soulmate. They both felt a personal obligation to clean up Riverdale’s seedy underbelly, loved books and old movies, and, most importantly, they hated the same things about her. On his lips, “perfect” was scornful. After all of those years pursuing perfection, she wasn’t too fond of it herself.

——

People gave you a wide berth in the aftermath of a showdown with a killer.

Betty was distracted and distant in the weeks following the altercation with Joseph Svenson. People around town stared and whispered even more than usual, but they looked at her with pity and awe in their eyes. Even her mother and Jughead gave her space, assuming that she was reeling after weeks of cat-and-mouse.

When she was alone, Betty didn’t think about Joseph Svenson at all. She thought about Archie Andrews.

It wasn’t about the kiss, although it was hardly the one she had scripted for them long ago. She thought about the way that he had grabbed her hand as she put the pieces together and started to spiral, the only thing tethering her to this earth. She thought about how instantly he had responded to Get in the coffin or I’ll shoot her in the head right now.

To be willing to die for someone was the kind of sweeping statement of love and dedication that was easy to say because it was so unlikely to be tested. It was reserved for the most important people in your life, the ones that you would do anything to protect. When she was in danger, Archie hadn’t batted an eye. When she closed her eyes, all she could see was him lowering himself into a coffin for her. She had been looking at that face for years and years, had known it when it had a beaming smile of mismatched baby teeth, had admired its changing angles. His jaw was clenched but his eyes were as warm as ever when the lid closed over him.

It was unbelievable to think that only weeks ago, kisses and milkshakes had made her feel special. It wasn’t fair to hold up a high school romance against the ultimate sacrifice, but the tectonic plates of her life had shifted again. It was a secret humming under her skin. It was heady to know that there was someone in the world who would do anything for you.

In a way, the showdown with the Black Hood was the most romantic night of her life. That was Riverdale for you.

— —

Betty stopped thinking about Hal Cooper almost as soon as he was locked away. She had spent so much time pouring over the Black Hood and puzzling over her family secrets that when she tried to align the man with the father, none of the pieces fit quite right anymore. After the loss of Hal and Polly, the Cooper family structure coalesced neatly around Betty and Alice as if it had always just been them.

Compartmentalizing and moving on was another discipline that Betty excelled at. Most of the time, anyway.

She thought about Fred Andrews all the time. The lights were out in Archie’s room for the first time that she could remember, but she knew that he was home. The loss was unspeakable, so she never tried.

— —

Even for someone good at compartmentalizing, it could be hard for Betty to separate the way she felt about Veronica from how she felt about Veronica Lodge.

The simple truth is that they were friends because Veronica had decided they were friends. Betty had been skeptical but a little bit flattered. She had written Veronica off at first, sure that she would move on and nestle in at Cheryl's side like two rich bitch peas in a pod, but she had persisted.

No one had ever wanted to be her friend that desperately. Despite what her frilly pink sweaters might imply, she had never been much of a girl’s girl. Her only real friends were Archie and Kevin. That had always been more than enough for her, but there was something to be said for having Veronica in her corner.

But the only person better at compartmentalizing than Betty was Veronica Lodge. Veronica could claim that she was destined to be Betty’s best friend while snatching her lifelong crush out from under her. She could disavow her family’s shady business dealings, then join Lodge Industries and keep quiet about their plans for the Southside. She could love Archie, then sit by while her father destroys his life.

Betty had been tap dancing around questions of morality for a while. One did not get to make too many principled stances when their boyfriend was a gang leader who once partially skinned a woman, and she tried not to throw too many stones from inside a house where she had once blackmailed Cheryl Blossom into testifying on behalf of FP Jones. As she started to shed more and more of her Nice Girl persona, Betty thought she had become more understanding of all the gray in the world.

In a sweltering court room after Labor Day weekend, Betty had found the thing she could never forgive. She watched stupid - noble, self-sacrificing, stupid - Archie jump at a plea deal for a crime he had not committed, all to spare them another trial. Veronica had cried and dropped her head into her hands, but Betty could still see flickers of her in Hiram Lodge’s satisfied smile.

Betty held her friend as she cried and clamped down on her latest intrusive thought - none of this would be happening if it weren’t for you. From learning to read to wrestling him from Ms. Grundy’s clutches, there had never been a problem Betty could not solve for Archie until he crossed Hiram’s path. There was nothing Betty wouldn't do for Archie, but there was nothing she could do for him now, so she averted her teary eyes and tried not to let in the darkness that always seemed so close to the surface now.

Meeting Veronica Lodge was the worst thing that had ever happened to any of them.

— —

When Betty used to dream of Archie as the leading man in every romance, she had imagined kissing him with a frequency that made her blush to think about even now.

She had been inexperienced and was not even sure what she was longing for. In her mind’s eye, she saw him in everything -  the foot pop at the end of The Princess Diaries, the foggy window in Titanic, on the dock in The Notebook - hell, even Spiderman dangling upside down in the rain. It was a collage of images that she could not quite attach a sensation to, but it made her blood run a bit hotter.

When Betty tried to flesh out her fantasies, she relied on a few tangible things she did know - the smell of his cologne, which she had picked out; his increasingly hard biceps, flexing under her fingers when they linked arms on the way to school; the way his hair felt when she playfully ruffled it; the slow drag of his fingers across her back and stomach, when he was winding up to tickle her.

It was almost like an out of body experience when she flung the microphone to the ground. Betty was somewhere else in the garage as she and Archie sang, circling the microphone, their traded glances growing less playful and more searching, until he swung the guitar behind his back and reached for her.

The touch of his hand was like it had always been, the tether that held her to earth and made sure she didn’t miss a thing. Betty had never been more present. After all those years of patience and restraint, she couldn’t get close enough.

— —

There was no clear before-and-after for Archie Andrews.

He had come a long way from being the boy-next-door. He had been the star football player and the sensitive musician. He had been groomed by his music teacher and apprenticed at the foot of a mobster. He had started a youth center for the underprivileged and shattered his hand pulling Cheryl Blossom out of a frozen river. It felt like a lifetime ago that it had just been Betty and Archie in a booth at Pop’s, but Betty didn’t feel like he had changed at all. When she looked into his eyes, she saw the same person staring back at her that she always had.

When there was such a bone-deep understanding, how could she ever feel like he was different? With every step he took, she was right there too.

It dawned on Betty that maybe her before-and-after had happened long before she started looking for it. There was a Betty Cooper before she loved Archie Andrews and she had been living in the after since she was 11 years old.

She flipped through her diaries, years and years of little choices. Her next one felt big.

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Where in Fiction Would You Spend Christmas?

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It’s been a staying-in kind of year. That New Year’s Resolution you made to travel more? It’s gained 20 pounds, started cutting its own hair and is now in a jigsaw club with your neighbour Ken. The only marathon you’ve completed in 2020 is a Battlestar Galactica rewatch. The only mountain you’ve climbed is the metaphorical one it takes to shower daily. That beach trip you’d planned? It went okay actually. You made some bells by selling coconuts to Nook’s Cranny and dug up a bunch of Manila Clams with a flimsy shovel.

For obvious reasons, escape is on our minds this year more than most. So we started thinking, if you had your wishing socks on, where in the collected imaginations of everyone who’s ever dreamt up a film, TV show, game or book, would you spend the holidays? On the holodeck of the Starship Enterprise or roasting on an open fire with The Simpsons, exchanging gifts with Ewoks or witnessing Scrooge McDuck’s transformation from miser to philanthropist first hand?  

To get things started, here’s what our writers picked…

Alec Bojalad would spend Christmas … reveling with the Sterling Cooper staff on Mad Men

If I’m to indulge this hypothetical in which I’m torn away from one reality and thrust into another, one thing is very clear: I will have to be extremely intoxicated to avoid my heart exploding from the stressful terror of it all. Thankfully, I know exactly where in pop culture to go to get absolutely blitzed: Mad Men. In terms of sheer debauchery, a Sterling Cooper Christmas party probably falls somewhere between a Bacchanalian orgy and Valhalla itself. As Don, Roger, Bert, Peggy, and company gather together to celebrate another successful year schmoozing clients and sexually harassing one another, I will don my finest 1960s attire and infiltrate the festive event. 

As Don Draper wonders who this soft-bodied weirdo in an ill-fitting suit is, I’ll catch up with Harry Crane about television. Then I’ll ask to see Bert Cooper’s weird tentacle porn painting. Sometime around my 9th J&B Whisky on the rocks I’ll visit the secretarial pool and beg them to demand better treatment because “you’ree ssssooo strong and eleganttt. Don’t listen to thessseee men. They’re Mad Men.” Hopefully I’ll be taken away to an old-timey hospital at that point, given electroshock treatment, and return back to my own continuity.  

Ryan Britt would spend Christmas… at Deanna and Will’s cabin from Star Trek: Picard

When Jean-Luc Picard uses the spatial projector to zap himself and Soji across the galaxy to the planet Nepethene, the result is a cozy pizza dinner with Will Riker, Deanna Troi and their daughter Kestra. For those who had been pining for more ‘90s nostalgia in this Trek series, the episode ‘Nepthene’ delivered, but with a strong shot of realism. Although Picard was written and created before the Covid-19 pandemic, the idea that Riker and Troi would leave the busy and crowded life of Starfleet, and retire in a remote cabin to protect their family is a choice many have actually faced in 2020. As people around the world have fled pandemic epicenters and tried to put shields around their own families, the peaceful and remote home of the Riker-Trois represents the optimistic ideal of Star Trek with a quiet, and very close-to-home twist. 

Spending time with the Riker-Troi family would mean great conversation, great music (oh the jazz!) and, above all, great food. I would happily put my own family in their ‘pod’ if only so Kestra could teach my three-year-old daughter the best way to construct a bow and arrow, and of course, how to learn that secret language of butterflies. 

Then, after the kids were in bed, having a glass of wine or some Romulan whiskey with Will out on the porch sounds pretty damn perfect. 2020 has been tough. A bear hug from Riker seems like the perfect Christmas gift of all. 

Caroline Preece would spend Christmas… at The Muppet Christmas Carol’s Penguin Skating Party

Ever since young-me set eyes on the ultra-festive world of The Muppet Christmas Carol I’ve wanted to visit. I can’t imagine a better way to spend Christmas Eve than in the cuddly version of Dickens’ cautionary tale, helping Kermit and his co-workers tidy up Scrooge’s office for the holidays, dancing down the snowy London streets and attending the Penguins’ annual Christmas skating party as the ultimate topper to a perfect evening. 

As well as being super-merry and joyous (‘tis the season), judging by Kermit’s performance on the ice, they let anyone take part.

It could just be the general lack of socialising and festive frivolity in 2020, but Bob Cratchit’s hopeful walk home from the office (remember the office?!?) on the night before Christmas has always epitomised the idea that the anticipation of Christmas Day is the best part. Add to that a trip to the market to pick up some singing vegetables, or the cosy Cratchit dinner with Miss Piggy and their gaggle of pig and frog offspring, and it’s a version of old-timey festive cheer that will always hold a place in my heart.

Louisa Mellor would spend Christmas… with the strippers in Hustlers

This choice won’t reflect well on me. It’s neither edifying nor improving and has a core of savage capitalist consumerism, which is probably what makes it so Christmassy. Midway through Lorraine Scafaria’s Hustlers – a film about a group of strippers who right the wrongs of the 2008 financial crisis by drugging Wall Street guys to run up their company credit cards – there’s a scene that’d make anyone’s heart grow three sizes. 

A dozen lap dancers gather for Christmas in a high-end apartment, their daughters and a grandmother in tow. Dressed in luxe loungewear and chunky gold, their skin glowing like a sucked butterscotch, they swap gifts, smile and sing and dance and thank the lord for their sisters. Expensive elegance is everywhere. Someone gets a fur coat, somebody else a pair of animal-print Louboutins. The woman who dips the dancers’ tits in bowls of ice before they go on stage is given an iPhone 4. Mostly though, they give each other affirmation. Without a natural hair colour, nude fingernail or a man in sight, it’s a dream family Christmas. Picture a Norman Rockwell painting with Jennifer Lopez in gold lamé, a cashmere Santa hat and a balcony bra. Feel-good festive perfection. 

Michael Ahr would spend Christmas… secluded in Hogwarts

Some may have found Harry Potter’s winter holidays without his friends rather lonely, but I can think of nothing more magical than having the vast empty halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry all to myself. Why let the staff have the warm, dry, magical snow that fell annually in the Great Hall all to themselves? Not being of school age myself anymore, I might choose to share a butterbeer (or perhaps a hot buttered rum) with Dumbledore and Hagrid by a roaring fire.

I might even be tempted to make the trip to Hogsmeade to see all the shops decked out with lights and blanketed in snow. I’d still be able to enjoy the comparative solitude without all the kids running around, but I’m almost certain there would be a group of carolers wandering about the square, never mind the singing enchanted suits of armor back at the school. And of course, if I could pick a particular present, I’d choose to receive the same amazing gift Harry received that first Christmas from Dumbledore: his father’s Invisibility Cloak. I’d likewise pass it along as a family heirloom to my own children on some Christmas morning to come.

Jamie Andrew would spend Christmas… in a Deep Space Nine Holosuite

At first, I entertained the idea of spending Christmas in Baltimore with the denizens of The Wire, mainly because I liked the idea of children running up and down the streets hollering, ‘Omar’s coming!’ moments before the shotgun-wielding Robin Hood of the Hood came swaggering down the street wearing a big red coat and a white beard, tossing out bank notes and whistling ‘We Wish You a Merry Christmas’. Then I realised that the chances of me ending up a corpse inside a boarded-up derelict building before the turkey was even cooked were surprisingly high, so I thought I’d try Christmas with Frasier Crane and family instead. Unfortunately, my foreknowledge of Martin’s and Eddie’s deaths would cloud the occasion, and I’d probably spend all night slumped crying in Martin’s recliner, unable to tell anyone why I was so upset without violating the temporal time directive. 

Best, then, to spend Yule time on Deep Space Nine. Christianity and its associated festive traditions don’t appear to exist in the 24th Century, so after saying hello to Sisko and co., and maybe playing a bit of Dabo at Quark’s, I’d probably spend the rest of my time in a faithful Holosuite reproduction of a 1990s Irish bar on New Year’s Eve getting absolutely wasted with fellow Celt Chief O’Brien. Now THAT’S what I call Christmas. 

Juliette Harrisson would spend Christmas… in Narnia

Not, of course, the White Witch’s eternal winter, when it’s always winter but never Christmas, but a regular Christmas in Narnia. It would, of course, be a white Christmas because otherwise, how would Father Christmas come and deliver presents to everyone? So I could spend the season in a snowy woodland surrounded by magical creatures, and be in with a chance of a really good present. Or possibly a sewing machine.

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On the first moonlit night when there’s snow on the ground, Narnian fauns, dryads, and dwarfs perform the Great Snow Dance, with the fauns and dryads dancing around while the dwarfs throw snowballs that don’t hit them (an often forgotten detail from the book version of The Silver Chair!). I would join in, although possibly not throw any snowballs as my aim isn’t that good. Then I’d go back to Mr Tumnus’s for sardines and cake on Christmas Eve and talk to him about his somewhat dubious taste in books (just what is Nymphs And Their Ways about, eh Tumnus?). I’d spend Christmas Day up at the castle of Cair Paravel, eating and drinking like a Queen, and then I’d go visit Mr and Mrs Beaver on Boxing Day for a feast of leftovers and maybe a little light ice fishing.

John Saavedra would spend Christmas…celebrating Life Day with Star Wars’ Poe Dameron 

No one has ever cared so much about Life Day, the Star Wars galaxy’s own version of Christmas, as much as ace pilot Poe Dameron does in the Lego Star Wars Holiday Special. From decorating the Millennium Falcon and choosing the right Life Day sweater to roasting the traditional tip-yip (also known as Endorian chicken), Poe shows there’s something much stronger than the Force in the Star Wars universe: holiday spirit. Who knew the Resistance hero best known for his knack at blowing stuff up had such a soft spot? 

Hanging with Poe on Life Day would mean chestnuts roasting on an open exhaust engine, drinking whatever passes for cocoa in the Star Wars galaxy, hanging out with Wookiees on their homeworld of Kashyyyk, singing festive carols in Huttese, and finding just the right Life Day tree for the Falcon. It’d also mean dancing to the hip tunes of Max Rebo’s drum (the rest of his band is unfortunately no longer with us) and partying with Lando Calrissian, Finn, Rose, Rey, Jannah, Mon Calamari, Jawas, Rodians, Ewoks, and maybe even Chewie’s son Lumpy. If you’re not sold by now, your taste in holiday parties might be bantha poodoo. 

Elizabeth Donoghue would spend Christmas…. at The Office’s Classy Christmas

Dunder Mifflin has many memorable Christmas parties, but Steve Carell’s final festive special includes some of my favourite things about The Office; weird Gabe, Michael’s enduring hatred of Toby, and Michael and Holly’s adorable relationship.

After Toby announces he is taking a leave of absence for jury duty (‘Thank you, Scranton Strangler. I love you. You just took one more person’s breath away’) Michael learns that Holly will be returning to Scranton and demands that Pam’s regular Christmas party must get classy. What makes a Christmas classy? A backwards Kangol-esque Santa hat, a red velvet smoking jacket and a quarter of a jazz quartet of course.

I would actively enjoy watching Dwight take down Jim in their snowball fight (total bully, needs to be taken down a peg or two), get drunk with Kelly and Meredith, dance with Phyllis and Erin and learn more about the enigma that is Creed. And although it is slightly more subdued than their Benihana and Moroccan Christmas parties, I’m sure we could keep the party going at a Poor Richard’s after-party.

Kayti Burt would spend Christmas … on Themyscira

The Amazons’ decision to opt out of the “Patriarch’s World” has always been a relatable one, but never so much as in The Year 2020. Historically, I’m not really a beach person, but Themyscira, aka Paradise Island, has a lot going for it: warm weather, a supportive community, and live sporting events where you don’t have to worry about some drunken dudebro spilling cheap beer on your toga. 

As far as I can tell from the Wonder Woman movies, no one (besides Young Diana, who’s usually working through some stuff) ever seems to be having a bad time on Themyscira. And why would you? The pre-Crisis comics incarnation of the island (which I am going to choose to accept as my holiday canon) includes indigeneous kangaroo-like creatures called Kangas that the Amazons ride like horses. Diana’s is called Jumpa; mine will be called Jimmy Hoppa, and we will explore the island’s cascading waterfalls and cliffside terraces together. In the evenings, I will attend performances at the Themysciran amphitheater with my new Amazonian friends or, if I’m feeling introverted, catch up on my book reading and crossword puzzles.

Listen, I wouldn’t want to spend forever on Themyscira—I’d miss my friends, family, and TV shows (Themyscira doesn’t seem to get a good wireless signal)—but a few weeks (or months, especially as I will be quarantining for my first two weeks) for Christmas 2020? Bring me to the enchanted feminist utopia.

Alana Joli Abbott would spend Yule… at the coven house from the Nightcraft Quartet

Witchkind, as presented in Shannon Page’s Nightcraft Quartet, don’t celebrate Christmas, but they do love a good Yuletide celebration. Page’s witches and warlocks are separate from humans, long lived, and magical. Young witches train in the magical arts at a coven house, living there like a dorm; the adult women of the coven (always numbering thirteen) may be involved in scientific research (like protagonist Callie), medicine and healing, or reading Tarot, and they teach their specialties to the young witches. The coven house is a central place where women gather to live, to practice magic together, to celebrate, and to honor traditional rituals. While Callie’s coven in San Francisco has their problems, the community there is caring and genuine, full of both youthful energy and centuries of experienced witchery. 

One of the perks of editing this series is that I get sneak peeks into parts of the story readers haven’t seen yet—including Yule decorations. Rather than cutting down dead trees, witches coax living fir boughs to weave along the walls and mantles, accented with red ribbon and gold—coins, beads, chains. I can imagine the cozy San Francisco coven house filled with witches all rushing to perform their tasks to make the perfect celebration, some of them convincing the fir boughs to expand in just the right ways while others brew hot chocolate or prepare the feast. I picture them eating in the large hall, voices lifted in joyful chatter, and then making their way out to the grounds beyond the house to celebrate beneath the stars, singing midwinter songs and looking forward to the next year. After months of 2020 with smaller communities and less human contact, being surrounded by such a vibrant, magical group of women sounds like just the right way to end my year.

Rosie Fletcher would spend Christmas… with the Roy family from Succession

Go hard or go home, they say, so since I can’t go home this year, I’m going round the Roys. That is, of course, the family at the centre of Succession, a show peopled by the very wealthiest and utterly worst. Festivities would be held at the home of patriarch Logan Roy. His children and their partners would be obliged to attend. Logan would hire a chef to cook, waiting staff to serve, some of whom he would abuse. I would give them sympathetic “I’m sorry” looks but do nothing, secretly thankful Logan’s ire wasn’t focused on me. 

In all likelihood I would be a figure like Greg (the egg), or Tom Wambsgans – mostly tolerated, vaguely despised and very much the second class citizens of the Roy clan, skulking on the periphery as Kendall, Roman and Shiv compete for Logan’s love and oldest son Connor comes up will another entirely ridiculous life plan – I dunno, maybe this year he’s decided that his next career move is to become Santa Claus. 

The food would be extraordinary. The booze the very finest – how long before, like Greg, I would be claiming the bottle of vintage rose champagne I had just motored through was ‘not my favourite’? And the dinner table conversation would be electric. Electric like an electric shock – sharp, painful, disorientating, unexpected. 

So Christmas has become too commercialised? Fine, fuck it. I’ll take the eye-wateringly expensive gift that’s grudgingly bestowed on me, I will gorge on the finest cheeses known to man and coat my tongue with port made from molten rubies, knowing I am on my way to moral bankruptcy and doing it anyway. Go hard or go home…

Kirsten Howard would spend Christmas… singing along in the closing moments of Scrooged 

You’d be hard-pressed to find a Christmas movie that feels as genuinely uplifting during its climax as 1988’s Scrooged. Bill Murray’s arrogant TV boss Frank Cross, having been visited by the Ghosts of Christmases Past, Present and Future, disrupts a live broadcast of A Christmas Carol to rant openly and honestly at the cast and crew (and eventually you) as he makes a passionate case for a life less invested in exploitation and capitalism, and eventually kicks off a collective singalong of Annie Lennox and Al Green’s version of ‘Put a Little Love in Your Heart’.

That’s where I’d like to be this Christmas. Not just to sing along with Bill, but to be around people immediately swept along by the much-less-explored altruistic route of ‘no fucks given’. 

Also hanging out with Bill Murray, though, of course.

So much of the last few years has been a public race to the bottom of Nothing Matters Mountain, but even if it hadn’t all been so demoralising and forced so many of us to reevaluate our priorities, Frank’s message of redemption in love and living as well as we can, while shrugging off our own heavy expectations of success, still feels really special. 

This Christmas, there is light at the end of the tunnel. We may not be able to grab the nearest stranger and sing “put a little love in your heart!” at them right now, but we CAN carry that feeling with us into 2021. As Frank says: “There are people who are having trouble making their miracle happen”. We can always try and find time to stop focusing on our own for a while and to help them.

David Crow would spend Christmas… chilling with Harold and Kumar

Not many people are aware of this, but A Very Harold and Kumar Christmas is the best Harold and Kumar. It may not have the pop culture cache of their medicinal-fueled quest for mini-cheeseburgers, but it does have something very special, indeed: Wafflebot. If you’ve had the misfortune of living your life oblivious to Wafflebot’s existence, allow me to introduce you to a greater world of wonder and magic.

Wafflebot is the best Christmas present to ever come out of Santa’s Workshop. Displaying an eerily sophisticated artificial intelligence for a toy meant only to cook delicious breakfasts, Wafflebot can make you waffles any time by just popping the top and letting that batter drop. But he can also do so much more! Vaguely aware of the concept of friendship, this brunching Frankenstein can learn how to love and appreciate his owners… and defend them from any threat with scalding hot projectile syrup!

With the ability to serve breakfast, save your life, be manipulated into dangerous attack mode, and learn how to see the real you, all while playing a mean drum solo, Wafflebot would make any Christmas a sweetly warm experience. And then Harold and Kumar, and I could also steal a Christmas tree from NPH or something.

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Fluff alphabet: Clara and Barnaby

Thank you @montaguehphm and @cursebreakerfarrier for the tags! This looked so cool and fun--and it’s about time I continued developing Barnaby and Clara’s relationship anyway, so let’s go!

A - Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

Hmm, are we talking about physical or emotional attraction?

For Clara, she was attracted to Barnaby’s caring manner and protective nature. When they first met she had no idea he could care about something so much--a big heart under all the intimidating muscle. But now that she did, well, she felt pulled towards it. After all, who wouldn’t like a guy who was both a knight in shining army and a teddy bear at once?

For Barnaby, it’s Clara’s eyes. Dark brown, gleaming under a pair of glasses that could sometimes get dirty without her knowing. Not a time goes by when he would point out to Clara that her glasses were dirty and that he couldn’t see her eyes--so she’d clean them. But it’s not only that--Barnaby saw just how willing she was to protect him and take a blow for him. Even if they didn’t start on the right foot, he knew he’d do anything for her, the same way she looked to do anything for the ones she loved.

B - Baby (Do they want a family? Why/why not?)

It hasn’t exactly crossed their minds for the first while in their future, due to the fact that they’re still trying to find their way together in the world of careers. But the thought eventually came around after they got married. They knew it couldn’t wait any longer after so much time apart. 

C - Cuddle (how do they cuddle?)

Arms thrown around each other in a fond embrace--sounds like a typical hug, but most of the time that’s how they sit on the couch or outside in their backyard tent. Or one person has their arm slung over the other’s shoulders, the other holding onto that hand on their arm. Or one person lying in the other’s lap while the other plays with their hair. 

Or, following this reference I found--half-spoon, sweetheart-cradle, or arm draper. 

D - Dates (What are dates with them?)

In their Hogwarts days, they rarely had a lot of time to go out with Clara’s involvement in the Cursed Vaults and trauma/tragedy happening around every corner. Whenever they do go out, though, it’s always in the quiet village of Hogsmeade, first grabbing some candy from Honeydukes before chilling in the Three Broomsticks. No, let’s not talk about the disastrous date at Madam Puddifoot’s. Or in the Magical Creatures Reserve, with a big bag of candy at their feet if not a big bag of feed in their hands. Once in a while they got the rare opportunity to have late-night talks in the Astronomy Tower, wrapping themselves in blankets and cuddling there. Something simple, really.

When they grew up, dates are far and few in between, but since they already lived with each other it really was no big deal. Whenever they had the time, Barnaby would just turn on some music and they would dance the night away to some fun dance tunes. Or Clara would entertain Barnaby with a new piece she was practicing on the piano. Or they would camp out under the stars on a warm night in their backyard. Every moment they spent together was as good as any cliche date.

E - Everything (“You are my __”)

Clara to Barnaby: “You are my hero.”

Barnaby to Clara: “You are my star.”

F - Feelings (when did they know they were in love?)

For Barnaby, it was admiration at third sight. Yes, third sight. It took him a while to remove the Merula-tinted glasses, but once he did, he saw her in a new light. And after duelling her in third year, his admiration for her grew. He didn’t realize he was in love with her until the night of the Celestial Ball, however--seeing Clara in the new ball gown, dressed like a princess. It was an incredible sight to behold.

For Clara, that took longer. Although she was grateful he opened up to her in the Three Broomsticks, she didn’t think of him as more than a friend. Not until Barnaby blocked her from Ismelda’s Everte Statum in front of the Restricted Section. That was the moment where she knew he was serious--and that was when she felt something stir. She felt a strong urge to protect this boy no matter what, because she didn’t think he’d fling himself in front of her to take a blow meant for her.

G - Gentle (are they gentle? If so, how?)

Their gentleness with each other rivals anything they’ve ever been gentle with if that says anything. Not to say they’ve been rough with their other friends, but with each other it’s always soft smiles, faint traces of their fingers over the other’s skin, a gentle firm hold on each other but never to the point where one breaks in their arms. Gentle caresses over fading wounds, soft murmurs warm and well-meant. 

H - Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Holding hands...well it doesn’t matter so long as they touch. Palm to palm, fingers interlocked, that’s their norm. But sometimes one hand overlaps the other while fingers intertwine in the spaces between, or just their fingers lace with each other. So long as they feel the other’s presence, they know everything will be alright.

I - Impressions (what was their first impression?)

Clara saw Barnaby as a dumb idiot. So gullible, so stupid, and so...strange.

Barnaby saw Clara in Merula-tinted lenses at first: haughty, easy to blow up, and all-over toxic.

J - Jealousy (do they get jealous?)

No. It’s strange to say but they don’t get jealous, even if someone else was to pursue their hearts. During the episode where Emily Tyler revealed Ismelda had a crush on Barnaby, though, Clara’s emotions were thrown completely out of whack. During this time she had to reassess her own feelings for Barnaby, and worried to no end about what would happen if Barnaby liked Ismelda back. She wouldn’t call it jealousy; she just wasn’t sure what they really were. But after that, no. She didn’t mind other girls hanging out with him, because she knew Barnaby would choose her at the end of the day.

Barnaby, in the meanwhile, didn’t get jealous at all. He had his fullest trust in Clara to come home to him at the end of the day--even if they were apart at the end of the day he remained optimistic that he’d see her again.

K - Kiss (how do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

Tentative at first. They’ve had their feelings harboured for so long, strong as they were, that both were scared of coming off as too harsh or sudden. But eventually they grew more comfortable and kisses became passionate on some days, long on others--and even innocent kisses didn’t hold back. Surprisingly it was Clara who initiated the first kiss--although she was scared of ruining what they had, the only thought that went for her was “he had to know.”

L - Love (who says “I love you” first?)

Barnaby, being the caring teddy bear he was, said those words first. Of course he would--he was first to admire Clara before she came to accept him, and despite them not knowing each other at first he couldn’t help but feel something for her. So when Clara left Madam Puddifoot’s tea-shop in tears, Barnaby felt so bad that when they talked in the courtyard later that evening he confessed his feelings for her. She ended up kissing his cheek as a response, unsure of how to respond properly--but Barnaby was patient enough to wait for her.

M - Memory (what’s their favourite memory together?)

Oh, every memory they made together was their favourite memory. It didn’t matter what they did, so long as they had a great time and had no regrets the next day.

N - Nickel (do they spoil one another? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Neither of them are rich, exactly, but they do like to buy things for each other once in a while to remind each other how much they love each other. Something that reminds them of each other would go right into their house--though each of them know better than to break the bank.

O - Orange (what colour reminds them of their other half?)

For Barnaby, it’s red. For Clara, it’s green.

No, it’s not just because of their school robes and the houses they’re in. On their first date Barnaby remembered the red dress Clara wore, and how beautiful she looked in that colour. Then when he found her wearing that same colour at the Battle of Hogwarts (her CWTF uniform)--he couldn’t help but envision her as a princess warrior of some sort. She just looked good in red.

Clara knew Barnaby loved Bowtruckles and had a woodsy scent, so every tree she saw reminded her of him; every leaf and every blade of grass reminded her of him. Just seeing the colour in a variety of shades brought her back to him.

P - Pet names (what pet names do they use?)

It’s enough for Clara to hear him say her name--she relished the sound of it, and would practically melt every time. Though he does call her ‘unicorn’ once in a while, and she liked that too.

Same with Barnaby--his name from her lips was the sweetest thing he’d ever hear. But sometimes she’d call him “Mr. Lee”--to which he’d teasingly call her “Miss Lin” just like their professors would in class--and then laugh about it after.

Q - Quaint (what is their favourite non-modern thing?)

Does a camera count?

R - Rainy day (what do they like to do on a rainy day?)

On a rainy day--don’t be surprised if Barnaby tugs Clara out to dance with him. They’re not exactly up to diego-level but they can do a good twirl and dip every now and then. Why learn to duck from it when you can dance in it? Though if it’s a thunderstorm kind of day, they’d probably just sit by the window with a mug of hot chocolate in hand and some music on the radio. If they want to dance inside too, that works well for them.

S - Sad (how do they cheer each other up?)

If Clara was having a bad day, Barnaby would whip up her favourite meal and grab a few bottles of Butterbeer. They wouldn’t talk much during the meal, but then Barnaby would cuddle with her afterwards. He didn’t mind if they just sat in silence for a bit--he wouldn’t press her if she wasn’t comfortable to talk.

If Barnaby was having a bad day, Clara would put on his favourite music and sit him down to talk. If he didn’t feel like it, she’d sing a lullaby for him. Or any song that would lift his hopes up. Heck, she’d even bring him the Puffskeins to rest on his shoulder if he had to.

T - Talking (what do they like to talk about?)

Anything and everything in between. They talk about their jobs, their future, their families, the news, what’s up with their friends--they kept their network of friends stronger than ever after their time at Hogwarts. They never run out of things to say.

U - Unencumbered (what helps them relax?)

Classical music on the radio, a nice hot mug of cocoa or Butterbeer, their five Puffskeins, a warm fluffy blanket. Or a nice stroll into the city, maybe around Hogsmeade once in a while. Did I mention they sometimes liked to sleep under the stars in the summer?

Alone, though, Barnaby would have music to listen to and his creatures to keep him company. Clara would have her singing voice while she hummed at work during the day, or tried to sleep during the night during her time at the CWTF. While in China, at some point during her time off the front lines, she learned how to play the bamboo flute, a skill she kept even when she moved back to the UK--and so she had that as well to keep her company. 

V - Vaunt (what do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

No. Not Barnaby’s muscles.

But they love to show off their pets and their accomplishments to their friends and family. The day that Clara passed her Auror training was one of the best days of their lives--so of course all their friends had to be in the know. And their dancing--oh, they’d take it to the dance floor to make everyone squeal and swoon. Following the Battle of Hogwarts, Clara would display her medals earned during her time in combat in China to her friends and family. 

W - Wedding (when, how, where did they propose?)

June 1994--Barnaby proposed to Clara at the Kew Gardens in front of all their friends. Yes, he asked them to be his choir while they shared a dance together before getting down on one knee. Yes, Tonks was a part of it--she left the office early to help set it up, which was suspicious for Clara…

September 1, 1998--all their friends arrived to commemorate their friends who fell in combat or just died too soon. Although it would make sense for Clara and Barnaby to get married right after the Battle of Hogwarts, Clara wasn’t mentally ready for that yet. And what’s a wedding without all of their friends, including the ones who were not here anymore? So they, along with their friends at Hogwarts and beyond, had a little ceremony to bring closure and to celebrate those that passed on. (Yes, this basically replaced the typical bachelor/bachelorette party.)

September 3, 1998--the day of their wedding. They got married in a similar fashion as Bill and Fleur--at home in a ceremonial tent, maybe lined with a few bamboo stalks little Em conjured with her wand. It was simple and pretty straight to the point, but all of their friends and Clara’s family were there. Barnaby also invited his uncle, Cecil Lee, who was thrilled to be at the wedding and tried to come up with a good ship name for them to simplify the name just as he always had. Clarnaby, anyone?

X - Xylophone (what’s their song?)

The song to define their relationship would be “Stand By You” by Rachel Platten; the song that sums up how they feel about it is “Better Place” by Rachel Platten; and the song they’d love to listen to together is “Only Us” from Dear Evan Hansen. Yes, call me a sap. I don’t know many love songs myself.

Y - Yes (do they think about marrying/proposing?)

Yes. No really, yes. It's been on both their minds the longer they spent time together, knowing full well that they made each other happy and balanced each other out. Barnaby was the de-stresser to Clara’s high-strung persona; Clara was the one holding the clear vision whenever Barnaby’s became clouded. And at the end of the day they’ll both work out their differences and everything will be alright--they’re both optimistic enough to make it work.

Z - Zebra (if they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

Oh they got pets, alright--five Puffskeins and a Wiggentree with seven Bowtruckles. They also had a unicorn and a Niffler kept in a pen. At the start of his Magizoology career Barnaby had an at-home magizoology care centre, and Liz and Charlie often came by to help with it.

Whoo this took a while!

I tag @dat-silvers-girl @carewyncromwell @raeamtrick @elefseija @heleneplays @karins-horsewhip and anyone else who wants to do it!