#Gigi Ferocious

[imtooobsessedrn]

this is my winnerrrrrrr

[clubkidandcollectives]

Troye Sivan - Got Me Started 

[respectthepetty]

por la cultura

[lumionehasmyheart]

Sailor!Draco | Muggle AU | his POV

Draco has been off to sea for months and comes home to his wife.

A love he'd cross oceans for.

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inspired by the Sailor Song I just had to sit down and write this little drabble.. <3

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“Oh won’t you kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor, and when you get a taste, can you tell me what’s my flavour? I don’t believe in god but I believe that you are my saviour,[…] And when we’re getting dirty, I forget all that is wrong I sleep so I can see you, cause I hate to wait so long”

Sailor Song, Gigi Perez

“Hermione,” her name left his lips as if it were the salvation to his prayers on endless dark nights.

When the wind, sharp and bitter, would tear at him, biting through his coat and numbing his skin—leaving him frozen to the bone, but it was no comparison to the dull ache he felt in his heart, an ache of longing only her presence could soothe.

His wedding band, now hanging around his neck on pale, chilled skin, was the only warmth he had left.

The only physical reminder of her.

Yet, he caught fleeting memories of her in so many moments while he was off at sea.

In the moment when the waves tenderly lapped at the ship, mirroring a lover’s caress.

In the moment when the sky was cloudless and the stars shone brighter than he’d ever seen them before—and still, they could not compare to her beauty.

In the moment when a ferocious storm darkened the sky, endless and consuming in its wrath, as passionate as their love.

In the moment when he wondered about the immeasurable depth of the ocean, a seemingly bottomless abyss with no end—almost like his heart, withholding its love for her.

In the moment when everything was quiet, except for the gentleness of nature’s call, as reassuring as listening to her heartbeat.

The longing to see her again was growing day by day, one worse than the next.

And when he finally, finally laid his pale eyes on hers again, everything clicked in place.

Every raging unyielding storm at sea, every aching, exhausting and lonely moment, every second of despair and need and pure, raw missing, was forgotten because he was with her again.

Kissing her lips again felt like the first breath of oxygen after being submerged in bottomless, dark water, with no hope of reaching the surface.

Feeling her under his fingertips, pressed against his body, was like falling asleep with the hope of dreaming of her while he was away.

The salty scent of the ocean and nature paled in comparison to inhaling her sweet scent.

Draco kissed her as if his lips had to be everywhere at once, a frantic need washing over him as his hands cradled her—almost in disbelief that she was truly there. No dream, no hallucination.

“Hermione,” his breath was shallow, as if he had swum for hours to shore, ignoring every heaviness and ache in his spent body, only to be with her as soon as he could.

The soft laugh that escaped her lips as she arched against him, drove him mad.

Her caramel-brown eyes held the warmth of the sun, and even though Draco had watched hundreds of sunrises and sunsets, hers was the one he would choose to watch for the rest of his life.

They held an ocean full of love and all he wanted was to drown in it.

“Draco, I am here..it’s alright,” her voice was angelic, and so unreal, that he whined, bringing his lips back to hers in a desperation that made her breathless.

Claiming.

Convincing him that she was here, truly.

Naked skin pressed to naked skin, a tangled mess of limbs on their bed.

A shared love so deep, the ocean would be jealous.

“I’ve missed you every second of every day,” he whispered, his long fingers intertwined in her curls, as he pressed his lips feverishly to every inch of her face, “each passing day only made it worse, I wonder I am not crazy, yet,” the corner of his lips tugged into a smile as his eyes travelled over her face, taking in every freckle, every little detail as if she might vanish in the next second.

“But you are crazy… for me, for us,” she whispered, and her eyes held a gleam that melted his heart right then and there.

Love wasn’t a powerful enough word for what he felt for her.

Their fingers intertwined, her wedding band perfectly warm against his skin.

His wife.

He loved her as the sea loved.

In gentle waves and ferocious storms.

“I love you more than yesterday.. And tomorrow, I will love you more than today. What if, one day my heart will be so full, it can’t contain it any longer?”

She was kissing him fiercely then, her fingers tangled in his pale hair, pulling him closer.

Every day, he was grateful for how lucky he was to feel her love.

To share a love that overcame oceans and mountains.

A love to come home to.

His other half.

His skin felt on fire, her touch the only soothing balm to the torture.

“I am yours, already, Draco. And will be forever,” she sealed her words with a sweet kiss and Draco only smiled, cradling her face in his hands, rough and chapped from months at sea.

“My wife,” he rasped, one hand coming to wrap around her thigh, pulling her impossibly closer to him.

No space was wasted where he couldn’t touch her body—and still, it wasn’t enough.

He had to make up for the months he had been gone, feverish with the need to feel her.

He was hard against her soft body, his hands roaming her impeccable skin as if he could soak up the feeling of every inch of her. A breathy moan left her sinfully red lips, and it was his undoing.

His unravelling.

With a mirrored moan, he buried himself in her, uniting not only their bodies but their very souls. Draco never wanted to feel, hear, or touch anything else for the rest of his life. If death found him here, If death found him here, he would go blissfully, at peace.

Their love was branded into each other's souls.

“Draco,” she moaned, her breath hitching, as she cradled him closer, her sharp fingernails digging into his skin but he welcomed the pain.

“Tell me you’re mine, my love, please,” desperation, need and ache lanced his voice as he reluctantly withdrew his hips, not wanting to leave her but needing to create some friction or else he surely would lose his mind.

Breaths mingled, hearts beat together as they drowned in the depths of each other's eyes.

“I’m yours and yours only, Draco. My husband,” she rested her forehead against his, her lips stretching into the softest of smiles. A smile meant for only him.

That was his favourite.

The touches, the smiles, the giggles, the glances only he knew.

They were his, leaving an imprint on his soul he would never forget.

“Again,” he murmured, setting a steady rhythm as he moved within her, their bodies merging in perfect harmony, as if they had known this dance forever. It was etched into their bodies, hearts, and souls.

He was made for her.

She was made for him.

Together, they were complete.

“Yours, husband,” she whispered, her voice thick with need and longing, a desperation that matched his own moan. Her thighs quivered around him, and as a single “oh, please,” left her lips, Draco drowned in her.

She was everywhere, consuming and devouring him entirely, leaving nothing behind.

His hips snapped quicker, his lips mumbling sweet nothings against hers as he made love to her, as he claimed her in every way there was, bringing her pleasure and love and even the stars from the sky itself . When Hermione finally cried his name, he felt complete, as though her love had mended the void in his chest that had cleaved open in her absence. And as he surrendered to his own release, he was flooded with love, his heart aching in the sweetest way possible.

They collapsed, his body settling on hers, never wanting to let go.

His eyes fluttered as her fingers carded softly through his hair.

Home.

He was home.

[dhr-ao3]

Oh wont you kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor

Oh, won’t you kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor https://ift.tt/hAPreyp by nemesis_m Draco has been off to sea for months and comes home to his wife. A love he'd cross oceans for. _____ Naked skin pressed to naked skin, a tangled mess of limbs on their bed. A shared love so deep, the ocean would be jealous. His wife. He loved her as the sea loved. In gentle waves and ferocious storms. ____ A little something I had to write down while listening to a 'Sailor Song' by Gigi Perez. Words: 1384, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Community: Dramione FanFiction Forum, POV Draco Malfoy, Sappy, Fluff, True Love, Draco is a Sailor, Alternate Universe - Muggle, they're married and fools in love, just wanted to write some cute fluff and longing, Married Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy In Love, Their Love Is So via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/5qGB0xR November 08, 2024 at 09:48PM

[piinkiheartz]

A theory on who wrote the research capsules.

Inspo: https://youtu.be/_IXAEX1Vxqk?si=pc3hcgVPLAn7EXHr

I have a high suspicion that someone who has been writing the twisteds research is a toon! Instead of a human here's why,

First off, why I think whoever's been writing the twisteds’ info is not a human because the way it's written, if you look at T!Finn info “Check your surroundings before completing Machines!” Remember Gardenview was shut down in 2002, we don't know what happened to the human characters (Arthur Walto, Delilah Keen and the toon handlers) because we don't have enough evidence yet. It's safe to assume that; they seem too working with their fellow toons to extract ichor from the machines aswell.

In few researches it mentions the toon’s names (such as: Brightney, Finn, Flutter, Gigi, Goob (in T!Scraps’ info), Shrimpo, Teagan and Toodles) they seem to be close/friends with those toons (besides Shrimpo because he's a bully) to the point they written their names.

They seem to know how exactly their fellows' toon becomes twisted in most of the research. They're mostly written off as “This twisted is overcome by ichor” however in these researches (Astro, Cosmo, Shelly and Teagan) it's written off as “overcome by guilt, separate from his bff, enraged by being forgotten and greed” respectively. Meaning that they (probably) witness their friends becoming twisted.

In most of the research they seem to aid us in helping in terms of avoiding the twisteds, they probably experienced it (or possibly monitor) the twisteds before us! It is why I don't think Rodger isn't the one who's been writing it. Because if he did then we wouldny have his twisted description info even if he did, then it’ll be written differently in the first person.

I think this toon is against Dandy, like obviously his research info says “ The star of the show. The one who runs the Ichor operation. It's all his fault.”

And even in Pebble’s research “This ferocious Twisted will stop at nothing to defend his owner and protect his territory.” Clearly, Dandy isn't the one who's writing the research (although, Qwel confirms that Dandy is a morally grey character.) IF he really wrote the research then we wouldn't have his twisted info or different sets of pronouns because the keyword here “It’s all his fault” !! Rather than “It's all my fault” It's a third person rather than a first person.

However, I don't think this toon will be entirely good(?) Because they're helping us with what and what not to do around the machine while a few twisteds (Finn, Vee and Astro) are on the same floor with us while acknowledging that Dandy started the Ichor Operation. Shouldn't they be asking us to stop extracting the machines after they witness their friends becoming twisted?

But yet the Ichor Operation isn't entirely bad because ichor is the toon’s blood. But that will be another theory.

[i-am-the-balancing-point]

beb, your fic about jacob sucking in bed when??? am looking forward like a little gremlin

omg I am literally ferociously in love with you! I will definitely get back on that. for now, have some wip of my deputy experiencing mediocre seed dick for the very first time that I’ve been shrimping over most recently ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

She had curled up in “her” cage on a frayed piece of blue tarp, head down, arms wrapped under her knees around her legs, pulled in close to the body. Her spine ached. Visuals of the most recent trial still flashed through her mind.

Train. Hunt. Kill. Sacrifice.

Excellent.

More.

Train. Hunt. Kill. Sacrifice.

Train. Hunt. Kill. Sacrifice.

Faster.

Train. Hunt. Kill. Sacrifice.

Kill.

Kill.

Kill.

Perfect.

The sound of heavy boots seemed to be approaching. Was this early for a guard change? Gigi didn’t care.

Kill.

Kill.

Kill.

The dull thuds passed her cage, followed by the soft rhythmic taps of several pairs of paws. A metal gate creaked.

Train. Hunt. Kill.

Well done.

Train. Hunt.

Yelp.

The deputy was yanked up to her feet by the nape of the neck. Arms thrashing about erratically.

“Fucking–” Now a dog yelped right next to her. “Leave me!” She gasped for air, desperately trying, but failing, to land any punches.

“Hush, Deputy.” It was a familiar voice who gave that command. “And you, leave it!”, Jacob snarled at a Judge nervously treading on the spot right next to them, clearly upset at Gigi trying to defend herself against its owner.

“Fuck you!”

“Uh uh uh”, Jacob rebuked, letting go of her scruff to instead catch her wrist, painfully bending her arms behind her back. Her legs almost gave out under her own weight. She stared at his face, eyes burning with anger, which he conveniently ignored to instead produce a large pair of zip ties that he used to bind her hands together.

For a second her world went dark again. Not another round of drugs. Please, no. She was yanked to her feet once more, this time thankfully by a large hand firmly holding onto her upper arm. Gigi felt her blood leaving her face, her lips getting cold. Her blood pressure had tanked.

“Don’t you give out on me now. The weak have their purpose too but I did not think you were one of them.”

Fuck you. Stop taunting me, this is your fault. She just snorted disparagingly.

Her vision was still a little fuzzy at the edges from the previous dose of Bliss but it had worn off enough for her to be able to see, mostly, clearly. Jacob had not only brought one but two Judges into the cage with him and in addition to that Staci, who was standing outside the grimy metal bars, head lowered but surreptitiously sneaking fearful glances in their direction periodically.

Jacob half led, half dragged her out of the prisoner complex, his pets, the dogs and Staci, obediently following into the Veterans Center building and up several flights of stairs. It took her everything to not stumble and fall. The least she could need right now was to break her fucking neck and knock a few teeth out on the way right in the enemy’s nest. She feverishly tried to memorize any bits and pieces of the place’s layout but nothing would stick in her mangled mind.

Leaving the stairs on the top floor they steadily approach a white double door with a guard posted in front of it. He seemed amused at the sight of the notorious Junior Deputy in such an unfavorable position but thankfully did not comment on her situation, nodding instead at Jacob and greeting him. He returned the nod and opened the door, commanding Staci to wait outside.

She hated how he called him Peaches but what she hated even more was how Staci would not even react to the belittlement. Sure, she had only gotten to know the other Junior Deputies rather briefly before they had been torn apart but Staci Pratt had been cocky and prideful from the first time they had exchanged words. He liked to show off, was a bit of a poser – of course, pretty-boy-Pratt had to be – but he seemed to have been capable of his job just fine. At least as much as she could tell before shit had hit the fan.

She would have lingered more on wondering what Jacob had done to him to change his demeanor so drastically, had she not have been way more concerned with what he would be about to do to her, now that they were alone and it made her stomach turn. They now stood in what she assumed was Jacob’s office. It was a rather large room with four desks pushed together to assemble a mega-desk, lots of screens, radio equipment, and heaps of paper scattered all over, topped off with a garnish of a few lose bullets, overflowing ashtrays and some plates with the last remainders of long-gone meals stuck to them. The unmistakable smell of stale, cold smoke hung over the scene. Both Judges immediately assumed their positions, guarding the door through which they had just entered and another one of the similar dimensions, which seemed to lead outside onto a deck or balcony opposing them…

Jacob pushed her into the center of the room right in front of the huge desk and spun her around to face him. It suddenly struck her that they had never been together without any restraints between them and while he had always been the one to dominate these situations anyway, the set-up right now frightened her more than anything else had so far. The Deputy and the soldier eye to eye.

With a slight chuckle, he commanded “Down. On your knees”.

“Sure.” Gigi tried to give him the very best of her sass. However, in this very moment, it was not a lot.

Maintaining eye contact Jacob reached down and grabbed the back of her knee, sweeping her off her feet. His movements were quick and precise, methodical almost, like a mountain lion finally charging its prey after stanking it for miles. She hit the tiled floor, failing to dampen the fall with her tied hands. Her body and her pride – they hurt.

“I said on. Your. Knees.” he growled, making sure to pronounce every syllable, anchoring a hand in the dull tangled mess that was her hair, pulling her upright once more to have her rest her on her knees just as he had asked. The burning sensation on her scalp made tears shoot to her eyes.

For fucks sake, what was it gonna be..? At this point, she was really not keen on having to fight back, uncertain whether her mangled body would even allow for it.

“Jacob”, she croaked but her voice broke off. In an expression of almost pleasant surprise, he raised a copper eyebrow. He did not let go of her hair but he did reach behind him, pulling a flask from his belt.

No more Bliss shit. Please!

Like last time, he unscrewed the cap and touched the opening to her lips. It did not smell of Bliss. In fact, it did not smell of anything at all. He tipped it and her head back at the same time and she hastily gulped it down as if she had wandered the desert without water for seven days. This time she did not accidentally cough it up again and she finished the entire drink in merely a few swings. Maintaining some weariness she quietly thanked him as he screwed the cap back on and set the flask aside.

“See, Deputy, obedience usually pays off.”

She directed her gaze down, avoiding eye contact at all costs. Gigi was way too tired and weak for whatever mind games he wanted to play this time around. Her back still hurt, her arm ached where he had grabbed her and the zip ties painfully cut into her wrists. Mindlessly giving in and just letting him take control was so tempting in that moment. It could be easy. But she had to be strong.

“You belong to me. You’re mine, Deputy. You and I, both know that.”

Fuck, if anyone of the resistance could have seen her now… They’d sure be disgusted by her. She should have fought back, bite his thigh, headbutt him in the groin. Anything! But she did not have it in her. Apart from that, she was much smaller and lighter anyway. She barely reached up to his shoulder.

“Because I’m weak? Is it that? Am I yours because I’m weak?”

Another rumbling chuckle.

“No, pup, because you are strong. When I saw you for the first time I thought, you were weak like Peaches, who hid behind you like some toddler. Just another coward, drawn to law enforcement by the promise of power. Now, look at you acing the trials! Your ferocity was a pleasant surprise. I could get used to keeping you around.”

Please don't make me your second Peaches. I just want to go.

Jacob closed the digits of his left hand around her chin, the tips of his right index and middle finger barely brushing over her lips.

“Open wide, Deputy.”

Gigi complied. It was easier and less painful than whatever he had planned for her in case she disobeyed.

“Good girl.”

He shoved both fingers in her mouth. They spread the metallic taste of dried blood mixed with grime on her tongue as he dragged them over it.

“Suck.”

Fuck.

”Good.”

This was hot.

No, no, no. This can’t be hot!

She closed her eyes in shame while Jacob slowly pushed his fingers in and out of her mouth. Meanwhile, an army of conflicting emotions was fighting a raging war inside of her.

You and your piece-of-shit oral fixation, Gigi.

Her knees hurt.

I just want to go.

The comfort of having something warm in her mouth to take her mind off things and not being actively hurt in this situation was a welcome change to anything else the soldier had done to her in the past weeks. Yet, she did not want to give him the satisfaction of displaying any positive reactions to his actions.

It’s good though.

Isn’t it?

With a soft pop, Jacob removed his digits from her mouth, a glistening string of saliva briefly keeping them connected. She forced herself to look up at him again but he was already busy fumbling with his belt instead of returning her gaze.

You gotta run now or you’re gonna have Jacob Seed shove something other than his dirty hillbilly fingers in your cakehole.

He did not waste any time undoing his pants, revealing he was already hard.

Do you really want this?

Kind of?

He pumped his hand up and down his shaft a couple of times before pushing his cock past her lips. He was big but she could take him.

“Perfect. Keep going.”

Good. Perfect. Excellent. More.

Taking on a steady rhythm he began thrusting, cradling the back of her head for support. Thoughts were trickling from her mind as if someone had opened a drain to her brain. A sensation she had recently only ever felt on Bliss. – Had she just moaned?

Yes. Whatever.

“Pup, you’re showing qualities I had only ever suspected.”

The praise reverberated through her but she was way too satisfied with her current occupation to pay much thought to any implications behind the words or their meaning.

Jacob almost broke her trance by pulling back and drawing his knife. She did not register it as a threat, despite him raising it to her face, even though she should have known much better. Instead, Gigi stuck out her tongue and let him drag the flat side over it. Even the taste of more dried blood did not manage to fully snap her out of it. It just felt too good to give up control right now, to not have to think.

She was pulled up, him reaching the knife behind her and cutting the ties she had been bound with.

Run. Run. Fight.

But she did not want to, fixated entirely on the tall man in front of her.

You’re a Junior Deputy to the Sheriff.

I just want to be Gigi right now.

Spun around again, Jacob walked her over to the metal-frame bed on their left. The mattress was bare and stained and did not offer more than a dusty woolen blanket and a crumpled up pillow. Still, she did not care. He bent her over and she let her knees drop onto the covers. While he went for the button on her pants and undid it. She could feel his erection rubbing on her ass and the thought of it sent a soft shiver down her spine. Without even intending to, she let out a content sigh and he responded with another “Good girl” as he pulled her pants and panties down to her knees, pinning both her wrists down behind her back with one of his strong hands, using his other to line himself up with her.

“Hm, you’re so wet, pup. So eager to please!”

He wasted no more time entering her, thrusting with the same steady rhythm from before. This gave her no time to adjust. It was somewhat painful and yet she enjoyed his warmth, the stretch and feeling filled by his cock.

In any other scenario, she’d have worried about fetching a condom, having showered before, having groomed, maybe putting on some music or pulling the curtains closed, creating some ambient lighting, the dogs still being in the room, somebody potentially hearing them, especially Staci… The only thing she was concerned with at the moment was getting fucked and fucking like an animal, just fulfilling some primal need for physical connection.

The continuous sound of skin hitting skin at an increasing pace, mixed with moans both from Jacob and Gigi, his drowning hers out by a few more decibels, filled the air. He definitely smelled musky, of sweat, dogs, the outside, gunpowder, and abundance of other things, too many to each identify, but in the heat of the moment, she found it enticing.

With an exceptionally rumbly groan Jacob moved one hand from her waist to grab the front of her shirt, tearing it down together with her bra. He palmed at her now exposed breast and his hips began to stutter. As he came inside of her, he pulled her torso to be flush with his, ghosting his other hand over her throat and keeping her in a headlock but not applying any pressure. Being held by such strong arms, his body covering hers – was the ultimate comfort in that moment for Gigi.

He used an arm to lean on the wall in front of them and let them both down on the bed to lay on their sides, still entangled. Breathing heavily, he wrapped his arms around her, absentmindedly playing with one of her nipples.

They remained in this position for a while and as she felt some cum gently trickling out of her she slowly seemed to come to her senses again.

This wasn't good.

She did not just have sex with the enemy.

…or did she?

Oh god.

A more objective look at the situation started to spread out in her mind. She was lying half-naked under Jacob Seed, someone who had tried to kill her and succeeded in that with many others in the past, the man who had tortured her, her coworkers, her friends, the brother of the person she had been supposed to arrest. She was his prisoner, for fuck’s sake! She had not only been stupid enough to submit to him but allowed him to rawdog her on top of that. She had known better, yet she did not act on that knowledge.

Fuck.

Apparently having caught his breath again, Jacob pulled out and moved off of her, standing up to tuck himself back in and zipping up his jeans. i

[biskael]

Hands are cupped, leaving her to do little but speak. ❝ Herr Opie! Look! ❞ Slowly do hands move away, revealing a green, healthy mantis. ❝ Fufufu...~ You like these, right ? ❞

" I SUPPOSE YOU COULD SAY that I have grown quite fond of them , yes , " alight with inhuman chatter . legs twitching this way & that . and a slight rush of her gossamer wings . she was indeed a beautiful specimen , almost frightfully large in the girl's delicate hands . " here , gigichen , let me see her , "

the hunter extends his palm near her own , and the mantis gently strides her way over . there is a calculated gentleness the man exudes , now . a state that is gentle , slow , and rarely seen by any other . his hands do not raise to kill her , nor drop her in disgust to be crushed beneath his heel . " hello , beastie , " quilge says gently to the insect , and rubs a loving finger against her . " i do hope you have found someone to love , as well . " allowing her to climb and grip at the leather of his hand . quilge laughs gently at the creature's bites . ferocious , as always . even nature's cruelties makes him ponder . recalls . he remembers every moment shared between him and his own monster . no longer a beast in name , but his beloved husband ... strange as it were .

" he would love to see her . " a smile . " dankeschoen , gigi . "

@zombiigrl

[ggigigoode]

no because i’m having a fucking meltdown

[africanamericanpeople]

29 notable African Americans who helped change the world

From activists to entertainers to record-breaking athletes to a postal worker, 6abc shines a spotlight on the contributions of 29 influential African Americans in Philadelphia and beyond as we celebrate Black History Month.

Sadie Tanner Mossell Alexander | Writer | 1898-1989

A native Philadelphian, Alexander was the first black woman to receive a Ph.D. in economics in the United States, the first black woman student to graduate with a law degree from Penn Law School, and the first African-American woman to practice law in Pennsylvania. Alexander's work and views are recorded in speeches kept in the Penn archives. The Sadie Tanner Mossell Alexander University of Pennsylvania Partnership School ("Penn Alexander") in West Philly is named after her.

Richard Allen | Minister | 1760-1831

A minister, educator and writer, this Philadelphia native founded the African Methodist Episcopal Church, the first independent black denomination in the United States. He opened the first AME church in Philly in 1794. Born into slavery, he bought his freedom in the 1780s and joined St. George's Church. Because of seating restrictions placed on blacks to be confined to the gallery, he left to form his own church. In 1787 he turned an old blacksmith shop into the first church for blacks in the United States.

Maya Angelou received the Presidential Medal of Freedom from former President Barack Obama in 2010.

Maya Angelou | Poet | 1928-2014

Angelou was an American poet, singer, memoirist, and civil rights activist with a colorful and troubling past highlighted in her most famous autobiography, "I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings". She published seven autobiographies, three books of essays, several books of poetry, and is credited with a list of plays, movies and television shows spanning over 50 years. Her works have been considered a defense and celebration of black culture.

Arthur Ashe | Tennis Player | 1943-1993

Ashe's resume includes three Grand Slam titles and the title of the first black player selected to the United States Davis Cup team and the only black man ever to win the singles title at Wimbledon, the US Open, and the Australian Open. In July 1979, Ashe suffered a heart attack while holding a tennis clinic in New York. His high profile drew attention to his condition, specifically to the hereditary aspect of heart disease. In 1992, Ashe was diagnosed with HIV; he and his doctors believed he contracted the virus from blood transfusions he received during his second heart surgery. After Ashe went public with his illness, he founded the Arthur Ashe Foundation for the Defeat of AIDS, working to raise awareness about the disease and advocated teaching safe sex education. On June 20, 1993, Ashe was posthumously awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom by President Bill Clinton.

James Baldwin | American novelist | 1924-1987

Baldwin was an American novelist, playwright and activist, most notably known for "Notes of a Native Son", "The Fire Next Time" and "The Devil Find's Work". One of his novels, If Beale Street Could Talk, was adapted into an Academy Award-winning dramatic film in 2018.

"It is certain, in any case, that ignorance, allied with power, is the most ferocious enemy justice can have."

U.S. Deputy Marshals escort Ruby Bridges from William Frantz Elementary School in New Orleans, La.

Ruby Bridges | Civil Rights Activist | 1954-present

At age 6, Bridges embarked on a historic walk to school as the first African American student to integrate the all-white William Frantz Elementary School in Louisiana. She ate lunch alone and sometimes played with her teacher at recess, but she never missed a day of school that year. In 1999, she established The Ruby Bridges Foundation to promote tolerance and create change through education. In 2000, she was made an honorary deputy marshal in a ceremony in Washington, DC.

Kobe Bryant | NBA star, humanitarian| 1978-2020

Drafted right out of Lower Merion High School at the age of 17, Bryant won five titles as one of the marquee players in the Los Angeles Lakers franchise. He was a member of the gold medal-winning U.S. men's basketball teams at the 2008 Beijing Olympic Games and the 2012 London Olympic Games. In 2015 Bryant wrote the poem "Dear Basketball," which served as the basis for a short film of the same name he narrated. The work won an Academy Award for best animated short film. A vocal advocate for the homeless Bryant and his wife, Vanessa started the Kobe and Vanessa Bryant Family Foundation aimed to reduce the number of homeless in Los Angeles. Bryant, his daughter Gigi, and seven other passengers died in a helicopter crash in late January.

Kobe Bryant inspired a generation of basketball players worldwide with sublime skills and an unquenchable competitive fire.

Octavius V. Catto | Civil Rights Activist | 1839-1871

Known as one of the most influential civil rights' activists in Philadelphia during the 19th century, Catto fought for the abolition of slavery and the implementation of civil rights for all. He was prominent in the actions that successfully desegregated Philadelphia's public trolleys and played a major role in the ratification of the 15th amendment, baring voter discrimination on the basis of race. Catto was only 32 when he was shot and killed outside of his home on South Street in1871, the first Election Day that African Americans were allowed to vote. In 2017, a monument to Catto was unveiled at Philadelphia's City Hall.

Philly unveils first statue dedicated to African-American. Vernon Odom reports during Action News at Noon on September 26, 2017.

Bessie Coleman | Civil Aviator | 1892-1926

Coleman was the first black woman to fly an airplane. When American flying schools denied her entrance due to her race, she taught herself French and moved to France, earning her license from Caudron Brother's School in just seven months. She specialized in stunt flying and performing aerial tricks. Reading stories of World War I pilots sparked her interest in aviation.

Claudette Colvin | Civil Rights Pioneer | 1939-present

Colvin was arrested at the age of 15 for refusing to give up her seat to a white woman, nine months before Rosa Parks' more famous protest. Because of her age, the NAACP chose not to use her case to challenge segregation laws. Despite a number of personal challenges, Colvin became one of the four plaintiffs in the Browder v. Gayle case. The decision in the 1956 case ruled that Montgomery's segregated bus system was unconstitutional.

Medgar Evers | Civil Rights Activist | 1925-1963

Evers was an American civil rights activist in Mississippi, the state's field secretary for the NAACP, and a World War II veteran serving in the United States Army. After graduating from college with a BA in business administration, he worked to overturn segregation at the University of Mississippi after Brown v. Board ruled public school segregation was unconstitutional. Evers was assassinated by a white supremacist in 1963, inspiring numerous civil rights protests which sprouted countless works of art, music and film. Because of his veteran status, he was buried with full military honors at Arlington National Cemetery.

Mary Fields | Mail carrier |1832-1914

Known as "Stagecoach Mary", Fields was the first African-American to work for the U.S. postal service. Born a slave, she was freed when slavery was outlawed in 1865. At age 63, Fields was hired as a mail carrier because she was the fastest applicant to hitch a team of six horses. She never missed a day, and her reliability earned her the nickname "Stagecoach". If the snow was too deep for her horses, Fields delivered the mail on snowshoes, carrying the sacks on her shoulders.

Rudolph Fisher | Physician | 1897-1934

Fisher was an African-American physician, radiologist, novelist, short story writer, dramatist, musician, and orator. In addition to publishing scientific articles, he had a love of music. He played piano, wrote musical scores and toured with Paul Robeson, playing jazz. He wrote multiple short stories, two novels and contributed his articles to the NAACP all before his death at the age of 37.

James Forten | Abolitionist |1766-1842

Forten was an African-American abolitionist and wealthy businessman in Philadelphia. Born free in the city, he became a sailmaker after the American Revolutionary War. Following an apprenticeship, he became the foreman and bought the sail loft when his boss retired. Based on equipment he developed, he established a highly profitable business on the busy waterfront of the Delaware River, in what's now Penn's Landing. Having become well established, in his 40s Forten devoted both time and money to working for the national abolition of slavery and gaining civil rights for blacks. By the 1830s, his was one of the most powerful African-American voices in the city.

Robert Guillaume claimed the 1979 Emmy for Best Supporting Actor for his role in "Soap".

Robert Guillaume | Actor | 1927-2017

Robert was raised by his grandmother in the segregated south but moved to New York to escape racial injustice. There, he performed in theatre for 19 years, gaining momentum and a Tony nomination for his portrayal of Nathan Detroit in Guys and Dolls. In 1976, he landed his infamous role as Benson on Soap which won him an Emmy and his spin-off, Benson for which he won another Emmy. He returned to the stage in 1990, playing the role of the Phantom in Phantom of the Opera at the infamous Ahmanson Theatre. He voiced one of Disney's most beloved animated characters, Rafiki, and can still be heard as the narrator for the animated series, Happily Ever After: Fairy Tales For Every Child.

Francis Harper | poet | 1825-1911 (died in Philadelphia)

Born free in Baltimore, Harper was an abolitionist, suffragist, poet, teacher, public speaker, and writer. She helped slaves make their way along the Underground Railroad to Canada. In 1894, she co-founded the National Associated of Colored Women, an organization dedicated to highlighting extraordinary efforts and progress made by black women. She served as vice president.

Langston Hughes was instrumental figure in the Harlem Renaissance and jazz poetry.

Langston Hughes | Poet | 1902-1967

Hughes was an American poet, social activist, novelist, playwright, and columnist. Born in Missouri, he moved to New York at an early age becoming one of the earliest innovators of a new art form, jazz poetry. In the early 1920's, his first book of poetry was published and he wrote an in-depth weekly column for The Chicago Defender, highlighting the civil rights movement. His ashes are interred beneath a floor medallion in the middle of the foyer in the Schomburg Center for Research in Black Culture in Harlem, the entrance to an auditorium named for him.

Zora Neale Hurston | American author | 1891-1960

Hurston became an American author, anthropologist, and filmmaker but as a child she was unable to attend school after her father stopped paying her school fees. In 1917 she opted to attend a public school but had to lie about her age in order to qualify for a free education. She studied hoodoo, the American version of voodoo, and found her way to Hollywood by working as a story consultant. One of her most notable works, Their Eyes Were Watching God was turned into a film in 2005.

Nipsey Hussle | Rapper, entrepreneur | 1985-2019

Born Ermias Joseph Asghedom, Hussle, was an American activist, entrepreneur, and Grammy Award winning rapper. Raised in South Central, he joined gangs to survive before eventually attaining success in the music industry. Hussle focused on "giving solutions and inspiration" to young black men like him, denouncing gun violence through his music, influence and community work, while speaking openly about his experiences with gang culture. Hussle was shot and killed a day before he was to meet with LAPD officials to address gang violence in South Los Angeles.

If you stop and look around near the intersection of Grand and Ellita Avenues, a brightly-colored mural of Grammy-nominated rapper Nipsey Hussle is sure to catch your eye.

Harriet Jacobs | Writer | 1813-1897

Born a slave, her mother died when she was 6. She moved in with her late mother's slave owner who taught her to sew and read. In 1842 she got a chance to escape to Philadelphia, aided by activists of the Philadelphia Vigilance Committee. She took it and worked as a nanny in New York. Her former owners hunted for her until her freedom was finally bought in 1852. She secretly began to write an autobiography which was published in the U.S. in 1860 and England in 1861. She lived the rest of her life as an abolitionist, dedicated to helping escaped slaves and eventually freedmen.

Cecil B. Moore | Lawyer |1915-1979

Moore was a Philadelphia lawyer and civil rights activist who led the fight to and successfully integrate Girard College. He served as a marine in WWII and after his honorary discharge, he moved to Philadelphia to study law at Temple University. He quickly earned a reputation as a no-nonsense lawyer who fought on behalf of his mostly poor, African-American clients concentrated in North Philadelphia. From 1963 to 1967, he served as president of the Philadelphia chapter of the NAACP and served on the Philadelphia City Council. Moore is cited as a pivotal figure in the fields of social justice and race relations. He has an entire neighborhood named after him in the North Philadelphia area.

Bayard Rustin | Civil Rights Activist | 1912-1987 (Born in West Chester, PA)

Bayard Rustin was an American leader in social movements for civil rights, socialism, nonviolence, and gay rights. He was a key adviser to Martin Luther King Jr. in the 1960s and was posthumously awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom in 2013. Rustin has local ties as he was born in West Chester and attended Cheney University of Pennsylvania, a historically black college. A gay man, he adopted his partner to protect their rights and legacy.

Nina Simone | Musician | 1933-2003

Born Eunice Waymon in Troy North Carolina, Simone was an American singer, songwriter, musician, arranger, and civil rights activist. Her music crossed all genres from classical, jazz, blues and folk to R&B, gospel, and pop. She learned to play the piano as a toddler and played in church where her father was a preacher. She would cross tracks to the white side of town to study classical piano with a German teacher and was later accepted into The Juilliard School. She went on to record more than 40 albums and in 2003 just days before her death, the Curtis Institute awarded her an honorary degree.

Big Mama Thornton | Singer | 1926-1984

Thornton is best known for her gutsy 1952 R&B recording of "Hound Dog," later covered by Elvis Presley, and her original song "Ball and Chain," made famous by Janis Joplin. Affectionately called "Big Mama" for both her size and her powerful voice, she grew up singing in church and eventually caught the ear of an Atlanta music promoter while cleaning and subbing for the regular singer at a saloon. An openly gay woman, she joined the Hot Harlem Revue and danced and sang her way through the southeastern United States. She played at the Cotton Club and the Apollo Theatre and continued performing sporadically into the late 70's.

Sojourner Truth | Abolitionist |1797-1883

Truth was born into slavery but escaped with her infant daughter to freedom in 1826. She then sued and won the return of her 5-year-old son who was illegally sold into slavery. In 1851, Truth began a lecture tour that included a women's rights conference where she delivered her famous "Ain't I a Woman?" speech, challenging prevailing notions of racial and gender inferiority and inequality. She collected thousands of signatures petitioning to provide former slaves with land.

Denmark Vesey | Carpenter | 1767-1822

Vesey was born a slave but won a lottery which allowed him to purchase his freedom. Unable to buy his wife and children their freedom, he became active in the church. In 1816, he became one of the founders of an independent African Methodist Episcopal (AME) Church and recruited more 1,800 members to become the second largest "Bethel Circuit" church in the country after Mother Bethel in Philadelphia. In 1822, Vesey was alleged to be the leader of a planned slave revolt. He and five others were rapidly found guilty and executed.

Muddy Waters | Singer | 1913-1983

An American blues singer-songwriter and musician who is often lauded as the "father of modern Chicago blues", Waters grew up on a plantation in Mississippi and by the age of 17 was playing the guitar and the harmonica. In 1941, he moved to Chicago to become a fulltime musician, working in a factory by day and performing at night. In 1958, he toured in England, reviving the interest of Blues and introducing the sound of the electric slide guitar playing there. His performance at the Newport Jazz Festival in 1960 was recorded and released as his first live album, At Newport 1960. In 1972, he won his first Grammy Award for "They Call Me Muddy Waters", and another in 1975 for "The Muddy Waters Woodstock Album".

Phillis Wheatley| Poet |1753-1784

Born in West Africa and sold into slavery, she learned to read and write by the age of 9 and became the first African American woman to publish a book of poetry. In addition to having to prove she had indeed written the poetry, no one in America would publish her work. She was forced to go to England where the pieces were published in London in 1773. Years later, she sent one of her poems to George Washington who requested and received a meeting with her at his headquarters in Cambridge in 1776.

Serena Williams is arguably the greatest women's tennis player of all time, with 73 singles titles and an overall record of 831-142.

Serena Jameka Williams |Tennis Player |1981-present

Williams emerged straight outta the streets of Compton to become the world's No. 1 player. She has won 23 major singles titles, the most by any man or woman in the Open Era. The Women's Tennis Association ranked her world No. 1 in singles on eight separate occasions between 2002 and 2017. She has competed at three Olympics and won four gold medals.

[clubkidandcollectives]

[sagunita]

GIGI KING tiny things while i get bios in order

born to a long line of witches. gigi’s mom fell in love with a staunch pastor and decided it best to keep that side of the family a secret from both her husband and her children.

gigi grew up to her grandmother’s stories of mystical beings and abilities that break all known laws of logic and science. her parents chalked it up to dementia.

extremely spiteful of her father bc of how he visibly mistreated her mother & maternal grandmother. so regardless of whether or not she knew about her abilities, she made a name for herself as the small town’s (population < 3500) local ‘cryptid’.

or in simpler terms, a walking shit-stirrer (i.e. lugging a full-sized plastic skeleton around, getting it an icee, saying it wants to cannibalize her neighbors. hiding random objects in people’s porches only to retrieve it later in the dead of the night. attempting to summon otherworldly entities. breaking and entering abandoned buildings. the whole shebang, baybee.)

she finds her grandmother’s grimoire the summer before senior year and that’s when all the crazy stuff ensues. at first she just followed along for fun, but upon realizing how effective everything is, she starts taking it more seriously.

her mother finds out about it. terrified of being exposed to her husband, she exiles gigi.

toughs it out on her own until she figures out she has a knack for... acquisition. becomes a retrieval specialist for black market / valuable items (and later on, magical objects) to keep herself alive.

was a cheerleader. ferociously loyal to her girls.

[mskinkyafro]

In This Together (Ethan x MC)

A/N: So don’t get me wrong I loved chapter 16, however I do not agree with MC working with Landry at all. Anyway I’m essentially rewriting parts of this chapter on how I preferred/imagined it with MC going to Ethan when they figured out what’s been slowly killing Naveen. I’ll be using most dialogue and scenes from the chapter, but adding my own dialogue and moments as well. So this is a canon divergence fic.

SideNote: In my play-through, Naveen was kept at the hospital. Also PB still hasn’t introduced Jenner, but I have in a previous fic. Anyway my HC for the dog will be present again in this fic.

Summary: After realizing what’s killing Dr. Banerji, Katrina  goes to enlist Ethan’s help to immediately begin his treatment.

Rating: PG-13/T. Slight cursing, a F bomb is in this fic and also some suggestive sexual situations/heavy petting.

“Holy shit! Landry...your a genius!” Katrina exclaims as she scrambles to her feet. She paces back and forth in the living room muttering to herself as she stops in front of the large window pane. She leaves Landry, Nikita the chinchilla, and Gigi the Fennec fox looking at her curiously. All the while Pistachio the tortoise glares at Katrina with his small beady eyes because she woke him from his slumber.

The grumpy reptile squeals at young woman drawing her away from her thoughts to look at the small creature. Katrina picks up the tortoise and places a small kiss on its head.

“Aww did I interrupt your nap, Pistachio? I’m sorry. You go back to sleep. I promise I’ll be more quiet.”

Katrina places the tortoise back down and he grumpily lets out another squeal before settling into his shell to sleep.  Katrina then quietly cheers as she spins in a circle.

Landry still confused stands from the floor and walks over to Katrina and taps her on the shoulder.

“Umm you care to enlighten me, Katrina?”

She stops moving abruptly and turns to him.

“What?”

“You said I was a genius. I mean, I like to think so, but...why?”

“Oh I didn’t really mean that. That was just the after effects of the light bulb turning on in my head. I think you’re a dumbass.”

Landry’s expression turns sours as  he sarcastically speaks

“Wow Katrina. Tell me how you really feel about me.”

Katrina runs her hands through her afro frantically as she thinks. She grabs her cell phone  as she looks around the room one final time.

“Oooh I’d love to. Trust me I really would, but I have something important to do right now. I just figured out what’s killing Dr. Banerji so I’ll take a raincheck.

“What?”

“Yeah I know. Makes you think maybe I actually deserved those rankings that I earned.”

“Katrina--” Landry begins to talk but she cuts him off with her hand and calmly but sternly raises her voice.

“Look, you made your choice! Just like I made the choice to give Mrs. Martinez a chance to live her life, you made the choice to throw me to the wolves. Over what? A competition? No it’s more than that. Just another classic case of jealousy.

Landry face grows dark and he angrily says

“I told you already.! What you did was unethical and poor Mrs. Martinez’s family-”

Katrina’s voice cuts him off again.

“If that was true, then you would’ve came to me from the moment you decided to tell her family. Given me the courtesy instead of blindsiding me. If  you were truly concerned you would’ve asked Chief Emery to organize a meeting with herself and the family to discuss your concerns. However, you acted in such a sly way. So, stop lying to me and yourself and admit that you only spoke up because you’re concern was getting rid of me indefinitely from the competition, not Mrs. Martinez family.”

Katrina’s hands are balled up and she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath before continuing.

“But it’s like you said, it doesn’t even matter now. So tell me...was it worth it?

“And so only you had to make hard choices!? You think this is I wanted things to turn out?! Look what happened Katrina! I got forced out from my apartment and everyone treats me like some villain! I’m alone! All because they were foolish of...”

“Don’t you get it?!  All that’s happened to you is the consequences of your actions! Just like I have my own. Awaiting my hearing, potentially losing my medical license, I accept what’s to come. Why can’t you accept yours?

Landry’s angry slowly fades from his face and regret morphs into his expression as his eyes cast down to the ground as Katrina’s word sink in.

“When are you going to realize that the only person responsible for what has happened  to you, is yourself?  You’re negligence and incompetence is something I refuse to take the blame for.

She shoots him a glare then turns on her heal and heads towards the front door.

Landry speaks softly causing her to pause in her place.

“This isn’t what I expected to happen. I didn’t want it to end this way, but maybe this was inevitable...however, for what it’s worth I’m--”

“No. I don’t want to hear it and I don’t want your apology. What’s done...is done.” she whispers loud enough for Landry to hear as she inches to the door.

As she leaves, always being a clumsy person she almost falls face first from tripping on Landry’s stuff, knocking it’s contents back on the ground. She looks down on it and continues to door.

Landry calls out to Katrina in irritation as she opens the door to leave.

“Hey! Really?!”

“I would say sorry...but I really don’t give a fuck.” she yells as she exits her apartment.

“Damn. I was so close for the perfect dramatic exit.my clumsy ass ruined it.” she mumbles to herself.

As she walks out her complex she looks down at her phone and dials Ethan’s number. Placing it to her ear she listens as it rings once before it automatically sends her to his voicemail. She curses but waits to hear the beep to leave a message.

“Ethan! Call me back as soon as you get this message! It’s urgent!”

She ends the call and checks the time before she races to the trains to ride to the library to research her theory pick up some medical textbooks as evidence and then head to Ethan’s.

Two hours passe before Katrina finds herself in front Ethan’s door. She ferociously knocks on the door.

“Ethan! Dr. Ethan Ramsey, it’s Katrina, let me in!”

She stands there waiting to here the man shuffle to the door besides the excessive barking of Jenner.  After five minutes she becomes antsy and reaches for the door knob and discovers that the door is unlocked. Katrina lets herself in and is greeted by a hyper Australian Shepherd.

The force of Jenner makes her drop the books she’s carrying.

“Woah! Hello again, Jenner. Where’s Daddy?” she asks between giggles as she pets the dog.

Jenner barks loudly and jumps down from Katrina tugs at her shirt to lead her through the apartment. She lets the dog lead her toward the back of Ethan’s home towards his bedroom. He barks one last time as he pushes the door to his owner’s room wider.

She sees a lump in the bed move and grunt out slurred words.

“Hush boy...I’m trying to sleep.”

Katrina shakes her head disbelievingly. She bends down to scratch the blue merle furred animal under his chin.

“Such a good boy. Thank you sweet baby.”

The dog rubs his head lovingly into her touch before retreating back to another room in the apartment leaving Katrina to wake up Ethan. She walks up to the his side of the bed and pulls the covers back to find him sleeping and smelling of scotch. Katrina watched him for a few seconds, hesitating to disrupt him. She noticed how calm he looked, almost all his worry lines seem to be invisible as he slept. Hearing a snore escape his lips, draws her away from her thoughts and reminds Katrina why she needs to get him up.

“Ethan! Get your ass up! It’s the middle of the day!”

He doesn’t stir, seemingly unbothered by Katrina’s voice. Rolling her eyes at him she takes a hands on approach to waking him by climbing onto the bed and straddling him over the sheets.  Her hand traces his cheek which cause Ethan to open his eyes slowly, confused yet pleased to see her as he registers that she’s really there in front of him. Katrina  melts as she feels his strong arms instinctively wrap around her waist.

“Kat? What are you…”

“It’s not everyday you wake up to an angel is it?” she grins at him.

“No it’s not. But I wouldn’t mind making it routine. Especially if I can…”

His words trail off as his eyes pierce into Katrina’s putting them into a familiar trance. His hands slowly roam down from her waist to gently squeeze her ass to circle back up to run over her smooth coffee hue skin. Next his hands slide to wrap around to the front of her chest to massage her ample breasts from under her bra, his eyes never breaking contact with hers.

Distracted by his touch, Katrina lets her eyelids shut and moans softly

“Ethan…”

Unexpectedly she feels the shift as he pushes her back with him towering over her. Placing her pressed between the top of his sheets and half of his naked body. He leans over to press a small kiss on her lips, then turns to pepper her neck with light lovebites before reaching her ear lobe. He pauses and whispers

“...Get you right where I want you, To have you all to myself.”

She watches him with desire, momentarily forgetting why she rushed over here, anxiously waiting for him to continue his assault on her body. Ethan swiftly moves his head down further, but pauses as he winces in pain. His hangover making its presence known.

He sits up and retracts himself from Katrina, leaving her to calming her breathing as she perches herself using her elbows.

“Wait? Are you hungover right now?”

Through the pain he manages to look  towards her and smirks slightly.

“Perhaps a little. You kept me up very late last night, Kat. And my tolerance isn’t what it was in med school.”

She sits herself up and crawls on the bed to wrap her arms around Ethan, her curls tickling his face as she leans over his shoulder.

“Aww! Is someone getting old?” she teases.

“I’m only six years older than you. Plus, I didn’t hear any complaints about me being old last night. If I remember correctly, it seemed you could hardly keep up, you kept falling asleep.”  he retorts back.

“That’s because I’ve never orgasmed so many times in one night. I’m surprised my legs are functioning still.”

“Well I’m one to do things to perfection. The goal was to leave you crawling out of here not walking.”

Despite the pounding in his head he unravels Katrina’s arms and moves to pin her back on the bed, but she stops him.

“As tempting as that is...you need to get dressed and sobered up. I already wasted enough time. ”

She moves off the bed to stand up and inches her way to the door.

“Dr. Banerji needs us.”

She places her hand on the wall near the door but turns around to see him pause after he pulls his boxers and pants on.

“Naveen? I can��t face him again, Katrina. I failed him. I told you, it’s over--”

Katrina walked back over to him, standing in between his legs and places her finger to his lip to stop his speech.

“I solved it.”

She begins to explain her theory and all that she read up on, and the solution to treat him. She watches as his eyes grow in realization as she finishes talking.

“My god...You’re right!” Ethan exclaims as he bolts from his sitting position to grip her shoulders. Unexpecting his next move, Ethan picks her up from the waist and swings her around in a small circle before placing her back down.

He rubs his hands through his hair, his eyes glistening slightly.

“I’m sorry. But it’s truly extraordinary! You’re brilliant...I just…”

“I know. But we can’t celebrate for long if I can’t find a way into  Naveen’s room. I need to test my theory and if right,  you’re the only you can perform the phage therapy.”

“Alright. Let me get dressed.” he says seriously. He turns to grab his signature gray sweater and plaid shirt, but winces again and touches his temple and sits back down on the edge of his bed, tossing his shirts to the side.

“You don’t look so good.

“I’ll admit I’ve felt better. I’ll be fine just...give me a moment.”

“We need to get rid of your hangover. You need to be at your best.”

“I don’t need you to take care of me, Kat.”

She steps closer to Ethan.

“No? Because it damn sure looks like you do?”

He smiles despite the pain.

“Well...if it’s doctor’s orders.” he says as he surrenders.

Katrina runs one of her hands through his thick wavy hair, toying with the few loose strands. He lets his eyes close as he leans into her touch.

“I’ve always been by your side. We’re in this together, so get used to having a partner in crime. Ethan, let me take care of you.” she says softly.

“If...if you insist.” he looks up at Katrina, his eyes showing all the pain and stress he tries to hide.

Katrina smiles at him and places a soft kiss to his forehead before gently grabbing his hand and leading him into his kitchen.

Once they enter she leads him to a stool then turns to rummage through his cabinets.

“I just need fluids. We could drive across town to the hospital and grab some banana bags for the I.V.”

“That sounds nice and all but I have something even better. Dr. Michaels’ Miracle Hangover Cure. I invented for my friends in college and although it tastes horrific, it works like magic! ”

“Now I’m scared. On second thought, I rather have the hangover.” he ribs as he leans onto the counter as she continues to rifle through his kitchen.

She laughs aloud and responds to his teasing.

“You’re such an ass. Didn’t anyone tell you not to mess with the people who handle your food and drinks?”

“That’s not the first time someone’s called me that. And I supposed I’ve heard that piece of advice here and there.

“Hmmm, well you’re lucky you’re handsome and I’m such an saint. Oh perfect! You have everything I need!”

“Dare I ask what’s in it?”

“I’m glad you did!”

Katrina launches into details of what’s in her cure as Ethan watches with a mixture of fascination, skepticism, and disgust.  After blending the items up she pours it in a tall clear glass and slides it to him.

“It’s amazing what black coffee, cactus, and some cayenne pepper does to heal the body.” she says

“Or possibly slowly kill the body. You sure this will help, it looks horrific.” as he holds the glass, looking over the drink.

“Don’t you trust me? Absolutely! Stop stalling and drink already.”

“Not so fast.” he grabs another glass and pours some of the drink into the other for Katrina.

“You’re going on this journey with me. You said we’re in this together, that includes monstrosities like this. Bottoms up.”

“Well I meant along the lines, oh I don’t know...being your first mate, the Bonnie to your Clyde, or the Cher to your Sonny, but if this gets you to drink already…”  she rolls her eyes but a smile creeps it’s way onto her lips as she grabs the glass. 

The two take a sip at the same time and it takes all of Katrina’s  strength to not contort her face in horror. Ethan isn’t as trained and immediately moves the drink from his lips.

“My lord, Rookie. That’s an abomination!”

“I know. I know it takes nasty but you have to finish it.”

Ethan grimaces at the drink before shutting his eyes and gulping the entire glass down in seconds.

“Well?”

“Well, what? It’s not like my hangover is going to evaporate right aw-- Oh my god, it worked. I...can’t believe it. What the hell?” he says in shock and disbelief.

Katrina walks around the counter near his seat and leans back and crosses her arms over her chest with a smug grin climbing her face.

“I told you it’s magic. My work here is done. Now let’s get ourselves to Dr. Banerji to tell him the good news.”

She stands straight and heads to pick up the books she dropped earlier but notices Ethan isn’t moving, he stands next to a wall gazing at a hanging photo of him and Naveen receiving an award. She walks back over to him.

“You can do this. We have an answer.”

He doesn’t tear his focus from the photo.

“I know I can do it. I know. That’s not what I’m afraid of. I don’t know...I don’t know if I can face him again after I betrayed his only wish. How can I ever forgive myself for that.”

She steps so that her hand rests on his bare arm. He turns to face Katrina.

“Ethan, you did what you thought was right. It’s what you thought you had to do.”

“And I was wrong.”

“Maybe you were. You’re human. I know it doesn’t seem like it but even you can make a mistake. You’re allowed to be wrong. But now...there’s another choice. Forgive yourself...or don’t. At least at this moment. Because your mentor, friend, and...father figure needs you. Forgiveness can wait.”

“...Forgiveness can wait.” he repeats quietly as he reaches out to gently stroke her cheek, subconsciously drawing her closer to him.

Closing the distance between the two, Katrina presses her plump lips delicately to Ethan’s. His arms immediately slide around her waist, pulling her closer and meshing her body into his. She feels him kiss back urgently, eagerly, and passionately. Katrina never knew one could pour such emotion into a single kiss.

He pulls away and Katrina sees the adoration in his eyes as he looks down at her in his arms.

“What was that for?” h asks breathlessly.

“For luck. I thought it beat a four leaf clover or a silly rabbit’s foot.”

“I see. Though I appreciate the sentiment, I don’t need luck....”

He pulls Katrina into his arms so that she’s pressed against his bare lean chest. He let’s one hand tangle in her wild hair and roughly grip her head back to reveal her neck while one finger from his other hand trails up til it reaches her chin. Katrina shivers from his touch.

“...because I have you.”

“Have you always been so smooth?”

“I like to think so.”

“Sure...it’s annoying how charming you can be. I hate it.”

“You love it.”

“Look who’s ego is big now.” Katrina smirks.

Ethan finds her lips with his and the two continue to do so over and over again until they become lost in heady kisses. Soon Katrina finds herself once again drunk from his taste and his scent. In between kisses she manages to whisper his name

“Ethan…”

Their lips find one another once more tongues battling for dominance but ultimately Katrina’s succumbs to Ethan’s as she feels his hand gently squeeze the side of her neck causing her arousal to grow. Finally, she pulled away to catch her breath and Ethan presses his forehead to hers, smirking.

“I would say sorry, but I’m not one bit.

“Good, because I’m not either. But we really need to go, tell Naveen, and get the supplies. In this situation it’s literally life or death.”

“That was in poor taste.”

“Was it? I thought it was clever and witty.”

Ethan shakes his head bemused.

“You’re a nerd...Oh by the way, don’t say anything about us to Naveen, okay?”

“Are you embarrassed of me?”

“Nothing of the sort. I just don’t want to give the man the satisfaction of knowing he was right about us. He never let me hear the end of it.”

Katrina laughs and pushes Ethan back to his room.

“Another thing Ethan Ramsey loves to protect, his pride. Now go put your shirt on and let’s go.”

He goes into his room and throws on the rest of his clothes and together him and Katrina drive to Edenbrook to see Dr. Banerji.

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[pulp-diction]

The best thing about "Booksmart" is how you never doubt that Molly and Amy, the high school best friends and overachievers with a superiority complex, are going to be OK. The fun part is everything that happens along the way.

We follow them through their last day of school, and quickly glean how self-assured they are, always looking forward to what is sure to be a life full of excellence and feminism; sure, they're better friends with their English teacher than they are with any of the other students, but at least they're going to the best colleges, right?

Only then a confrontation with the popular kids reveal to them that though Molly and Amy skipped all the typical high school antics in favor of a single-minded focus on getting into good colleges, their slacker counterparts got the same grades, and got into the same Ivy League schools.

And so the duo -- played with aplomb by Beanie Feldstein and Kaitlyn Dever -- decide that they'll attend the graduation-eve party, get smashed and close the book on high school with at least one rowdy story for the history books.

That plot is something you've seen before (not least of which in "Superbad," which stars Feldstein's brother Jonah Hill), but first-time director Olivia Wilde's style breathes life into the frenzy of adolescent girlhood on the cusp of change.

Moving frenetically through quick set pieces with verve and positivity, Wilde takes care to make sure her heroes are modern nerds, underscored with deep love and zaniness. They are ruthlessly ambitious and obsessed with things they can't connect with their classmates on, not just bespectacled, un-cool kids.

It allows Feldstein and Dever to revel in their un-coolness, throwing themselves into their night-long odyssey with the same ferociousness as their characters. They obsess over each other's crushes, attempt to out compliment each other, invoke "Malala" as their "we're going to do this" code word; they may be ostracized by their classmates, but they hardly notice.

Wilde treats their life like a zany madcap, complete with a mixtape-esque soundtrack that drops the needle for seconds at a time before abruptly changing pace. It can feel a little tiresome, at times, but it allows "Booksmart" to dramatically shift gears, and becomes a key table-setter for the climax later on.

It would've been one thing for the movie to pivot around Molly and Amy's wacky sensibilities, using them as a prism for life around them. Instead "Booksmart" populates the entire world with characters on their same level but in their own bubble of the world: There's Skyler Gisondo as a boy desperate to be cool, or his best friend Gigi, played with exquisite chaotic neutral energy by Billie Lourd.

Even the popular kids who deride them and their genuineness about school feel lived in and full, complete with a new (and much more realistic) take on the "cool girl" played by Molly Gordon.

Over and over again, "Booksmart" seems to take the tropes and situations that overpopulate teen movies, and deepen them without cutting them entirely. Just because these girls don't yell at people about "Game of Thrones" on the internet doesn't mean they're not the ostracized nerds of the school, and just because the popular girl has sex when she wants to doesn't mean she didn't get a high score on the SATs.

And by reforming these high school archetypes with care, Wilde has managed to make a film that feels wholly new and also for the ages.

Even when the two have to say goodbye -- high school can't last forever -- the film feels comforting in a way that's nearly unparalleled by the high school comedies that came before it. Their goodbye will be a hard jolt out of the cocoon they've lived in with each other for (at least) the last four years. But we know they're going to be OK. And after a screening of "Booksmart," we know we're going to be OK too.

[thetaylorfiles]

So true Anon.. they haven’t proven Taylor/ Karlie breathe in the same space. I mean wouldn’t it be more believable if they said they broke up and now Taylor’s main girl is Gigi, Martha, Ashley or Dr.Jari? At least we know they spent Holidays ( NYE, Thanksgiving) special events ( SNL, Time) together. 1 concert in 3 years? I’m all for the Dr. & Taylor conspiracy or even She and Ashley( she ferociously defends her woman).

Seriously

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Bob The Drag Queen Wins Drag Race Season 8

BOB THE DRAG QUEEN CROWNED AMERICA’S NEXT DRAG SUPERSTAR ON THE SEASON FINALE OF LOGO’S "RUPAUL’S DRAG RACE"

Season 8 Ratings Shine with Year-Over-Year Growth and Digital Records Shattered After the Most Watched Premiere Episode in Series History

Bob The Drag Queen Stars in First of Its Kind AXE Ad Immediately Following Coronation

RuPaul Returns with "RuPaul’s Drag Race: Season 8 RuVealed" on Sunday, June 5 and Second Season of "RuPaul’s All Stars Drag Race" Coming Soon

New York, NY – May 16, 2016 – After a season filled with gag-worthy challenges, ferocious runway looks, and cutthroat competitors, Bob The Drag Queen has been crowned the winner of Logo’s "RuPaul’s Drag Race" season 8. Sashaying away with the title of America’s Next Drag Superstar and a $100,000 prize, Bob The Drag Queen beat 11 of the nation’s fiercest queens including Miss Congeniality Winner, Cynthia Lee Fontaine. Last season’s winner, Violet Chachki, was on hand to crown her successor in front of a capacity crowd at LA’s Orpheum Theatre.

"This season was the most competitive ever," said RuPaul. "And still, all things considered, America’s Next Drag Superstar could only be Bob the Drag Queen. Her charisma, uniqueness, nerve and talent is gigantic, and the world of entertainment has been blessed with a bright new star! Kim Chi and Naomi Smalls are so much more than runner-ups. They are gorgeous, talented queens who have captured the hearts and imaginations of the world and are destined for greatness."

"Winning is a dream come true, and a great opportunity," said Bob The Drag Queen. "With great drag comes great responsibility and I’m excited to get responsible."

A roster of celebrity guest judges helped narrow down the field throughout the season, including Gigi Hadid, Nicole Richie, Marc Jacobs, Chanel Iman, Ester Dean, Faith Evans, Debbie Harry, Todrick Hall, and Vivica A. Fox.

Ratings for the much buzzed about season 8 are pacing 7% higher than the previous season.* On the digital front, the season 8 premiere was the most watched premiere episode in the history of "RuPaul’s Drag Race" with over 3 million streams, an increase of 65% over the prior season premiere episode. Additionally, the current season has the highest digital downloads in network history with transactions up +47% from the previous season.**  

RuPaul will be back to turn up the heat this summer with "RuPaul’s Drag Race: Season 8 RuVealed," premiering Sunday, June 5 at 7pm ET/PT on Logo. The never-before-seen look into the unforgettable season is packed with fresh reads and behind-the-scenes gossip from Ru herself.  Fan-favorite queens will also return to Logo later this summer with a second season of "RuPaul’s All Stars Drag Race," where some of the most memorable contestants from Drag Race herstory will have another chance to serve up the talent and compete for a spot in the Drag Race Hall of Fame.  For a sneak peek of "RuVealed" click here and for a sneak peek of "All Stars" click here. 

After tonight’s coronation, Bob The Drag Queen appeared in a first of its kind ad for the new AXE ‘Find Your Magic’ point of view, which spotlights how individuality and personal style are what really make a guy attractive. Just like "RuPaul’s Drag Race," ‘Find Your Magic’ challenges outdated notions of masculinity and sends a message that guys can be what they want, dress how they want, love who they want and live fiercely. Bob The Drag Queen’s ad can be seen at https://youtu.be/olxOk4366VM.

"RuPaul’s Drag Race" is produced by World of Wonder Productions with Fenton Bailey, Randy Barbato, Tom Campbell, Steven Corfe, Mandy Salangsang, Kate Fisher (Co-EP), and RuPaul Charles serving as Executive Producers. Chris McCarthy, Pamela Post and Tim Palazzola serve as Executive Producers for Logo.

For more information on "RuPaul’s Drag Race," go to LogoTV.com.  For up-to-date "RuPaul’s Drag Race" news and exclusives, join the "RuPaul’s Drag Race" Facebook page or follow #DragRace conversation on Twitter at @RuPaulsDragRace. Follow along with live gifs from the show on Tumblr and additional content on the show’s Instagram page.

  *Source: Live 7 P18-49 cvg rtg 3/7/16-4/25/16 vs 3/2/15-4/20/15

**Digital Source Source: Streams – Adobe Site Catalyst, 3/7/2016-5/5/2016 vs 3/2/2015-4/30/2015. DTO – 03/07/16-05/01/16 vs 03/02/15-04/26/15.