#Hawthorne police

[garthnadermemestash]

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[rewritingcanon]

my sister and i just yapped for almost three hours and we were just talking about how genuinely weird people in fandom are surrounding characters who have explicit mental illness. like they can never ever be normal. there are characters who are romanticised and glamourised for their mental illness (eren. wanda. joker. kaneki. nico. almost any danganronpa/ddlc character). characters who are consistently ridiculed for their mental illness either because it simply isn’t getting taken seriously (reiner) or because no one takes the character seriously (armin). and there are the characters that get blatantly outright DESPISED for it (basil, harry potter, korra, gale, also eren etc etc). like yes im seeing a correlation but its still so astounding how selective people are about where they draw the line with mental illness and what traits they can accept.

[lyrakanefanatic]

HERES A PART TWO OF MY PREDICTIONS FOR THE GRANDEST GAME CONTESTANTS!!

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2: odette morales

• closest to in the game: lyra kane

• love interest: brady daniels

• the person she dislikes the most in the game (at first) knox landry

• personality traits: creative, quieter yet outgoing when you get to know her, smart, caring, reliable, patient, empathetic

• negative personality traits: can be bossy, anxious, naive, and forgetful

HER CHARACTER OVERALL HCS:

• is a dark skinned girl with curly hair who is about 5’8

• LOVES music. has listened to every song on this planet and loves reviewing new albums when they drop (she has a whole instagram account dedicated to it)

• is soft spoken but also tries her best to defend her self and her friends, although she has trouble with it at times

• people pleaser

• has a little sister that’s about lyra’s little brothers’ age so they have little play dates a lot 💗

• tea over coffee person

• she’s incredibly smart, and was in private school from ages 8-16 because she got a scholarship

• she’s struggled with depression for half her life, which started when her mother had originally left her dad when odette was 12

• she’s doing better now, but still has mental relapses where she can’t do anything but rot in her bed for days at a time every so often

• now she has a stepmom, but since she’s white and odette isn’t mixed, they constantly get stared at when it’s just the two of them in public

• has given grayson advice on gifts and what to do on dates with lyra since 1. odette knows her so well and 2. she loves planning things for people

• she wishes she wasn’t so nice and soft spoken sometimes because a lot of people see that as an opportunity to walk all over her and she hates it

• she’s 22 years old

HER RELATIONSHIP WITH THE OTHER CONTESTANTS:

• knox landry: she only didn’t like him at first because him and lyra didn’t really like each other and she didn’t like how passive aggressive he was to her, but then when they were playing hawthorne chutes and ladders and they were confessing things about themselves, knox confessed something that made her realize why he was passive aggressive and almost “hard to love”. from that point forward, though, they’ve both bonded over music they both like and knox sees her and lyra both as little sisters.

• lyra kane: ever since they’ve met, both lyra and odette just fit. lyra was the first person that odette walked up and talked to in the game, and they both immediately clicked. they bond over favourite books, their little siblings, and what’s it’s like to have an absent parent. odette isnt that great at defending herself when she’s getting talked down on and doesn’t really like confrontation, but is willing to defend lyra no matter what. they’ve never really seen each other as competition, (although they quite literally are) and have made plans many times on what they would do if the other were to win. they’re best friends, partners in crime, sisters, and would do literally anything for each other. 💗

• brady daniels: at first, odette felt anxious around him because of how confident he was, before she started developing a crush. although she doesn’t really like mingling with the other contestants because of how awkward it makes her, she always looks for opportunities to talk to brady, although she pretends she doesn’t. brady’s nick name for her is “smart girl”, where as odettes nick name for him is “dumb boy”. they’re both oblivious at times which is why it takes them a while to date. also the fact that brady tries to flirt with her and she just brushes it off as a friends thing by ignoring the fact that she likes him. there’s also a lot of pining between them for the same reason, and even if it’s clear that brady’s flirting with her, she just laughs it off. finally brady just outright said that he liked her and all that flirting wasn’t in a joking way, and she got so flustered that she ran away. after she finally got her things together and confronted him in the hallway, though, she told him that she liked him too and from then on they started dating.💗

• savannah grayson: she surprisingly gets along really well with sav even though they’re practically opposites, and odette finds it cool how easily savannah can defend herself and how she’s not afraid to. although they were wary of each other at first, they never really had a bad stage and always got along pretty well. whenever the two of them find each other in the library, kitchen, or just roaming the hallways late at night because they both can’t sleep, they find someplace to sit and talk for hours until they get really REALLY tired. although odette is not one for sports, savannah somehow manages to get her into basketball and she gets really good at it. now, they play together all the time.

• gigi grayson: she’s not as close with gigi as she is with sav, but she still finds her so sweet. since odettes like 22 years old, she sees her as a little sister and adores her upbeat attitude. odette never gets tired of all the pics of gigis cat that geeg sends her, and adores them. they also get a bunch of snacks and have movie nights where they watch the sherlock holmes movies. and yes, they are those kind of people who get a million different bags of candies and make candy salads lethal enough to send them into comas. also, they’ve gotten into more arguments than they would like to admit about which is better: coffee, or tea.

• rohan: rohan and odette don’t really interact as much as they have completely different personalities, and odette doesn’t really like him because he keeps going after savannah, but they still end up being friends. rohan, although he flirts with everyone, never really tried to flirt with odette and is a completely different person with her than the other contestants. he still has that “playboy who’s sassy and confident” vibe going on, but he’s never really had to maintain it with odette and most of their “hang outs” are just them doing their own thing while having simple chit chat about their day. odette does end up being harsher towards him once he started showing how much he liked savannah, but rohan assured odette once he and savannah started dating that he wasn’t going to hurt her.

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OKAY NOW THAT THATS DONE, WHO DO YOU GUYS WANT ME TO DO NEXT: BRADY OR KNOX?

[sanae-kochiyas]

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OneNETnews Investigates: A scandalous right-wing commentator 'Think Before You Sleep' target F*t-Shaming & Acceptance and Cyb*rb*llying combined against freelance independent Californian animator 'Illymation' sparks outrage to deplatforming its video-sharing platform on YouTube [EXCLUSIVE]

(Written by Mitch Williams & Lincoln Albert Loud / Senior Tech Correspondent and Investigative Stringer News Reporter of Nickelodeon News)

TRIGGER WARNING: The following investigative news article discusses emotionally sensitive and offensive content related to online cyberbullying, fat shaming and harassment. Consider to exercise with caution, and prioritize your emotional well-being while reading this I.N.R. If you feel triggered or distressed by such topics, our news readers at OneNETnews recommends to seek support to yourself ASAP, or to click off from reading further in this article. Reader's discretion is STRONGLY ADVISED.

HAWTHORNE, CALIFORNIA -- In the late-Q1 of 2024… An online cyberbullying incident involving a suspected right-wing male conservative commentator by the name 'Think Before You Sleep', and a freelance Californian animator victim 'Illymation' brought out the crippling effects of fat shaming, fat acceptance & harassment. The issue arose when TBYS recently ranted over, in her real life cartoon story on fatphobia that was created by a YouTuber's victim, literarlly accusing her of glorifying minor or medium-level obesity, and promoting unhealthy body image of herself.

26 y/o female animated freelance YouTuber from Hawthorne City, California, United States of America (U.S.A.) named 'Illymation', whose real name as Ms. Ilyssa Grace Levy talks about her past struggles with her fat body image and weight, revealed from her own YouTube video late last Dececember 2023 that she started dieting at the age of 11 y/o in either 2008 or 2009 before launching her animated YouTube channel in the early 'Generation Alpha' years in September 2013.

Before social media, when she was born a decade later in the early 2010s under her 'Gen Z' era, despite efforts to address fatphobia-related issues through in-real-life stories of her self-contents, with a few platforms like Facebook and Friendster (now both separately owned by Meta Platforms Inc. [MPi] and the defunct-Friendster Inc. [Fi]), she faced vicious attacks on criticism, when he recently but allegedly pointing their bad finger from 'TBYS' and his pro-democratic supporters from the online bashers, troll of netizens, and death threats.

An anonymous concern from her Tumblr ask blog post, to be obtained and exclusively investigated to OneNETnews… Her personal information like Ms. Levy (Illymation) aside fatphobic concern was recently targeted and compromised when several pro-online troll of netizens from TBYS have now been completely doxxed, leaving in threathen to deplatform her on their video-sharing platform as she potentially claimed that Ms. Levy violated the California's Penal Code #653.2. But Illymation's claims are being nulled, and is refused to watch and listen the insulting commentary video.

Rather than usual, the online attacks from TBYS, aimed at fat-shaming and accepting her on YouTube, alarming serious public health concerns and has raised double red flags. Instead, the fatphobic behavior from TBYS and his pro-supporters against her, has been widely condemned as a result of a newest online harassment campaign in this said date of the late-Q1 2024. Three (3) of the videos on YouTube from TBYS were taken down for a while, and later reuploaded exclusively in his uncensored video discussion on Rumble.

Moreover, Ms. Levy (Illymation) moved out from Hawthorne City to Sacramento, the said state and her country for safety with paid legal fees from her GoFundMe site, as she recently broke the lease on her home apartment and costing her U$D10,000 (or PHP581,100) because of doxxing and fat-shaming backlash from TBYS back-to-back, according from a Reddit comment post by Lokalexabender.

Reports from Zawn Villines of Medical News Today, criticizing someone for their weight like Ms. Levy (Illymation) can lead to serious health and emotional problems. People who face weight discrimination are more likely to suffer from eating disorders, depression and other medical conditions. The American Psychological Association (APA) has pointed out the harmful consequences of criticizing weight and emphasized the need to encourage a positive view of bodies and acceptance.

In the midst of heated debates, Ms. Levy (Illymation) shared her worst sensitivity & anger, worrying about the intense online abuse that she encountered by calling it a fat Californian kid in the early 2010s. She openly talked about this situation, not quite long ago, in a video that was later removed on YT, but then shared on 'Rumble' titled "Woke YouTuber is Trying to Deplatform Me", where she criticized TBYS and his pro-supporters for their harmful actions. Such consistently physical & online attacks in a cybercrime world, affected personally her new mental health, even though she received a lot of support from her followers and other creators on her video-sharing platform.

Looking ahead in the present day on various social media platforms like TikTok & Facebook (owned individually by ByteDance Limited and MPi) and video-sharing platform 'YouTube' (also own by Google's Alphabet), the public health concern of minor or medium-level of obesity is widespread and highlighted by the situation of body shaming and her animator's image of Ms. Levy. It's clear that the desire to meet these unattainable beauty ideals, when you look at the mirror on your stomach fats from side-to-side, along with the widespread culture of dieting, has led to a harmful atmosphere where judgments and criticisms based on their own looks occur.

Our investigative news team of OneNETnews have turned them over for the anti-TBYS fans with a right-wing male suspect to the California Police and the YouTube headquarters in San Bruno, the said state and country, advising everyone to mass report his main YouTube channel of TBYS, which being looked into it by the California Police. But, a spokesperson of YouTube had refused to take his channel down and removing their Google account, despite of the cyber criminal cases in the ongoing rivalry on both sides.

It is imperative for people to address the root causes of body shaming combined with her animator's image and promote body neutrality and acceptance of her new self slim body. In an article by Dr. Danielle Kelvas of 'Within Health', dietitian experts and specialist officials highlight the importance of having a positive body image, as well as self-acceptance to combat eating disorders, body discrimination and weight stigma.

Between a male right-wing commentator suspect 'Think Before You Sleep' and one Californian independent animator victim 'Illymation'… Online criminals like this represents a technical foul play with his poisonous corruption points, leaving a victim to immune herself for safety and the unlawful reminders of the damaging effects of online harassment, cyberbullying and discrimination that really needs to cultivate an inclusive and compassionate online community. Hence, the online netizens from YouTube and other social media platforms takes a stand against toxicity and the unregulated online behaviors for the well-being of all individuals, regardless of their size or appearance of Ms. Levy (Illymation).

He will now soon potentially face legal consequences in the press charges convicted by the American court for 'TBYS', resulted in the upcoming termination of his YouTube channel within a shorter months time (without bail or appeal) if criticially found guilty, in relation to fatphobic motives, public harassments, discrimination, cyberbullying and doxxing by online netizens against 'Illymation'.

CONTRIBUTED FILE THUMBNAIL PHOTO COURTESY for REPRESENTATION via YT VIDEO EDITED BY: Rhayniel Saldasal Calimpong (Freelanced Digital Photojournalist for OneNETnews)

SOURCE: *https://rumble.com/v4gg6e3-a-fat-acceptance-cartoon.html [Referenced YT VIDEO #1 via Think Before You Sleep, per relayed video by Rumble] *https://rumble.com/v4jp1hk-woke-youtuber-is-trying-to-deplatform-me.html [Referenced YT VIDEO #2 via Think Before You Sleep, per relayed video by Rumble] *https://rumble.com/v4o5bu8-the-illymation-drama-continues.html [Referenced YT VIDEO #3f via Think Before You Sleep, per relayed video by Rumble] *https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xfG_Er6lyJE [Referenced YT VIDEO via Illymation] *https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VqdwQ-VthGU [Referenced YT VIDEO via Osros] *https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j8nue473BWs [Referenced YT VIDEO #1 via Breone] *https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N6PvpPivdHk [Referenced YT VIDEO #2f via Breone] *https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QOXQQmDvc0I [Referenced YT VIDEO via NoahSamsen] *https://youtube.fandom.com/wiki/Illymation *https://youtube.fandom.com/wiki/Think_Before_You_Sleep *https://www.clarip.com/data-privacy/california-consumer-privacy-act-fines/ [Referenced Excerpt Article via Clarip] *https://www.aerlawgroup.com/blog/fact-or-fiction-doxing-someone-can-get-you-arrested/ [Referenced Editorial Article via The Rodriguez Law Group] *https://www.simmrinlawgroup.com/california-penal-code-section-653-2/ [Referenced Editorial Article via Simmrin Law Group] *https://leginfo.legislature.ca.gov/faces/codes_displaySection.xhtml?lawCode=PEN&sectionNum=653.2 [Referenced Law Article via California Legislative Info Database] *https://www.cbsnews.com/news/fat-shaming-can-lead-to-host-of-health-problems/ [Referenced News Article via CBS News] *https://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/effects-of-fat-shaming [Referenced News Article via Medical News Today] *https://withinhealth.com/learn/articles/embracing-body-neutrality-in-eating-disorder-recovery [Referenced News Article via Within Health News Bureau] *https://www.apa.org/monitor/2022/03/news-weight-stigma [Referenced Editorial Article via American Psychological Association] *https://old.reddit.com/r/OutOfTheLoop/comments/1bwko4p/what_is_going_on_with_illymations_drama/ [Referenced Subreddit Ask Post via Reddit's OutOfTheLoop] *https://old.reddit.com/r/saltierthankrayt/comments/1be9jm6/comment/kxm7pwk/ [Referenced Subreddit Caption Post via saltierthankrayt] and *https://www.gofundme.com/f/legal-fees-for-breaking-lease [Referenced Donation Listing via GoFundMe]

-- OneNETnews Online Publication Team

[thewickedharlot]

Zeke Hawthorne at the Legends Awards 2023

Zeke Hawthorne shows up with a boa again - this one looks like it’s been through some things and finds itself tightly nuzzled between the singer’s chest and jacket, making it hang out of said jacket. It’s certainly an interesting accessory, but the look works better without it as seen later during the evening when Zeke ditches his worm on a string. The effortless chic, with or without the furry nightmare thing challenges the rather formal dresscode and it works at least partially. 6.5/10

[teslacoils-and-hubris]

We need to be more focused on fucked up short stories as a society. We've all read the yellow wallpaper, the lottery, lamb to the slaughter in middle school but then we never talk about fucked up short stories outside of "haha remember when Ms Johnson made us read that story about the lady killing her husband with a leg of lamb then feeding the murder weapon to the police?"

That ends today!! Appreciation for fucked up short stories time!! Comment your favourite weird story your English teacher made you read that still sticks with you to this day PLEASE I need to read more fucked up short stories

I'll start- the veldt by ray Bradbury, rappachini's garden by nathaniel hawthorne, and this one is a little bit of a cheat because it's a graphic novel but The Nesting Place by Emily Carroll still haunts me (every story in her through the woods collection really, but nesting place especially)

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TF141 Headcanons:

Driving Habits - How would the boys usually drive? What are their habits when in the hot seat?

Cheating Partners - POV: I let an anon down by not fulfilling their request and still posting it anyway. Ft. Phillip Graves. ×

Captain John Price:

42-Year-Old John Price - He isn't as sprightly as he used to be. ×

Eighth Date - John reveals to you about his profession, but you're much too taken by something else!

Speak Up, Love - Uh-oh. John's lost his voice. Wouldn't it be such a shame if someone teased him about it? ×

Stern Captain John Price - He really... really... becomes accustomed to the life of a cat owner despite his penchant for dogs. ×

How it Should Be - John's a hardened war veteran... but he still gets flustered every time you call him handsome. ×

A Deal of Cards - (REQ): How might Price deal with his gorgeous, talented partner: a spiritulist, working in the creative field with a rather earthly aesthetic? With love, of course.

What a Bargain - John is a man who loves bargains. That's it.

Jeweller!Price - Uh... John's a jeweller. That's it. Pretty straight-forward, innit. Pt. 2 ×

Accountant!Price - He's an accountant. You get it by now, right? ×

The Gloves are On - The gloves stay on, even when he's finger-fucking the ever-living daylights out of you. ×

Neuroscientist!Price - Price is a neuroscientist with a dark present. ×

Coworker!Price - don't get it twisted. This isn't 'accountant' Price. ×

Domestic!Price - He's just a little guy with fuzzy socks on.

Simon "Ghost" Riley:

Strangers in the Night - Simon has a waking nightmare; you're always there to provide comfort.

A Hand for Radio - You're not just on the team to dilly-dally, something that everyone, including Soap, finally needs to understand. ×

Some Days - (REQ): Simon and Reader have a spat. Reader feels invalidated and rightfully tells him so, because what a bitch, honestly.

Fisherman!Simon - it's Simon... but as a fisherman. I don't know what more you want from me.

Full-length works:

27 Hawthorn Court - Simon "Ghost" Riley finds himself in hot water after the Greater Manchester Police suspect him of murderering his family: his brother, his brother's wife, and their son. < / >

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick:

Could Have Been - Didn't you know, Gaz could have been a professional footballer?

One of Those Nights - It's your favourite thing about him, truly. ×

Born For It - Oh, but he's just so rich and handsome, whatever shall you do? ×

Morning Brew - Kyle likes his coffee like he likes his coffee, and his mornings, entirely unlike his coffee: full of lazy sex! ×

Backshots with Kyle? - The one thing he loves to do more than anything ×

John "Soap" MacTavish:

The Ever-forgetful John "Soap" MacTavish - Poor bastard never remembers not to use the water when you're mid-shower!

A Dream to Build a Life On - It's tough to have almost everything you've ever wanted right at the tips of your fingers, but have one thing... just one thing... that seems entirely out of reach. ×

Days of Old - It's never easy to watch something drag the life out of a loved one's eyes. ×

The Highlands - A short drabble about Johnny coming back to Scotland every once in a while to re-live the simplicity of rural life. Ft. Part 2

Charity Dinner Ball - Soap relieves his OWN Charity Dinner Balls... pause... after being drawn to you the entire evening. ×

Needy Soap - I need him biblically, I fear. ×

Phillip Graves:

Full-length works:

Mister Commander - (DBF) Winnie Collins knows better than anyone that a homestead requires up-keep. When she returns home to Texas, following the dissolvement of her engagement to the man she thought she loved, there's a stranger on her parent's ranch, during the height of May heat, in a town where nothing but dirt and sweat remain. Phillip Graves. He's her father's best friend - and he's here to stay. × //

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Nothing here - as of yet!

[jkriordanverse]

☆☆ Hawthorne Games hcs ☆☆

they've tried to bid each other's stuff (and each other) online to see how high the prices would go. It went from selling their pens to their forks to their soul and it escalated until their account got taken doww due to violation against policy.

When they started getting suspicious of gray's crush on Lyra they'd tail the two and act out Lyrason's interactions in the most exageratted way possible.

They had a game once where they'd hire private investigators to follow each other around without each other noticing and they'd all try to dress up and whoever's investigator has the most info on the others wins.

There was another game that could only be played when Gray was having a bad day. Basically each one of the brothers would go up and see how close they got to Gray before he told them to go away.

Sometimes when they were bored they'd try to solve murder mystery cases and sometimes they'd investigate on their own. Then they'd tip the police off if they did solve it bc they didn't want to seem suspicious.

Once they were playing the floor is lava Xander tried to jump to Gray to reach the desk near the stairs but he ended up making them both fall down and now Grayson has a small scar underneath his chin where his jaw meets his neck.

When Xander enrolled in Boy Scouts, there was an activity where people had to think of fundraising ideas but Xander chose to go solo (accidently) and he cried so hard bc he didnt think he could raise as much money as the other kids.

so ofc his brothers stepped in, in which case Jamie suggested he make a small gambling club for adult men only tilt the odds to his side so he'd win as a joke but Xander actually did it.

Nash was furious and put a stop once he found out ofc. But lke when the instructor/coach guy asked them how Xander raised so much money Nash started panicking.

Afterwards when they had to sell cookies and Gray went with Xander he was the one standing at the edge of the lawn glaring like "if you don't buy his cookies i will kill you" unless it was to old ladies bc they bought cookies anyways.

Jamie was the one who went up and flirted with the girls and women who opened the door and sweetalked the men into buying Xander's cookies. He even taught Xander some lines.

Nash actually tried to make Xander do it himself lol. Like he'd stand near the mailbox and hold up finger ups and everything.

When Xander was small he loved to go riding on Nash's bike and feel the wind on his face. It was so cute.

[whousestypewriters]

i don't even know your name - jameson hawthorne x reader

pairing: jameson hawthorne x fem!reader

warnings: swearing, kissing + like running away from the police

a/n: hehe my first tig fic! and my first on this account. i had this little idea at exactly 12:26am in the middle of revamping this blog and wanted to write it i shouldve gone to bed, so sorry if this is crap - sleep deprivation is reallll. its also unedited-

part two: you again??

ok so technically you did steal a car.

but come on, the seven police cars driving after you is just a little bit excessive. especially since its not even a decent car... from a junkyard - which to be honest you're still surprised it even started. no even cares about the damn thing except for you and the junkyard owner who apparently has a vendetta against you.

you've met the guy twice, he's a stinky old man who spends most of his days wasted and drunk. and he's never once paid attention to you sneaking in and out basically living in the car you've just stolen. sorry, borrowed.

the red and blue flashing lights bring you back to your current situation and you wince when you shift gears and swing almost violently around the corner into oncoming traffic. swerving around the honking cars and bright lights you manage to merge back into the right lanes and push forward trying to put distance between you and the cops.

you slip through the cars not even caring about the other people at this point. you just need this car. getting a job these days is harder then it seems and you'd just been offered a job with really good pay and the only requirement was you needed your own car to get to and from work.

so seeing as you're an eighteen year old homeless girl with little to no money, temporarily borrowing this car seemed like a really good idea - until it wasn't of course.

pulling over on the side of the road you decide to abandon the car and try to get away on foot - you can always catch the bus right? following the flow of the crowd you swirl your way through checking over your shoulder every few seconds, not even noticing the fact that you've gone up steps and entered a large line until the security guard calls out to you.

"hey kid! ticket?" swinging around you look up to the stern guard.

"pardon?"

"where's your ticket?"

"oh..." you trail off and the guard steps forward.

"miss, do you have a ticket?"

"....no?"

stepping forward the guard starts to reach for his gun. "miss i'm going to need to ask you to leave."

looking behind you, you try and work out your best escape route from the now approaching police men and the menacing guard at your back.

"uh yeah i'm leaving now," you say swinging around and slipping under the guard and bolting through the doors.

you enter probably the grandest entry room ever. its like straight out of a movie with the grand staircases and people in elegant clothing, unfortunately you don't get much time to admire everything with security and police on your ass.

pushing past the shrieking guests aside you run through the crowd to the next room, straight into the middle of... a dinner party.

great.

this is just great.

"GET HER!" the one of the policemen yells from behind you. you take off again rushing past women in fancy dresses and men in tuxes trying your very best not to step on any of their outfits - because hey, you may be homeless dressed like a middle aged man, but damnit you can appreciate a good outfit.

running into a hallway you panic slightly, choosing a random door and slamming it shut. trying to get ahold of your breath you close your eyes and rest your head against the door, taking deep breaths.

a throat clears from behind you and you practically jump out of your skin.

"hello."

"holy shit! doesn't anybody knock these days??" you shriek.

you look around the office trying to find the owner of the voice but to no avail. the office seemed plain enough a large plush chair behind a mahogany desk with sofas and book shelves adorning the sides of the wall.

"hello?" you look around the office again, bending down to check under the desk.

"look up," the voice comes again.

looking up you see the shadow of a boy sitting on the overhanging ledge of the bookshelf.

"who are you?" you ask eyeing the door and wondering if you still have enough time to get away before the police arrive.

"i think we should really be focusing more on you." the boy's voice vibrates through the room. he leans forward to the point of almost falling off the edge but somehow still staying on.

"i'm not important," you say, then motion up to him. "you'll fall."

"i can assure you i won't." for a moment the boy just lingers there before launching himself off the bookshelf and landing on the floor in front of you. "and besides you've piqued my interest." he strolls over to the desk and casually leans against it as if he wasn't a freaking godlike person.

seriously that bookshelf had to be at least three and a half meters tall!

the boy - now that you can see him better - is also godlike in his looks. its devastating how handsome he is. he's around your age with soft brown hair that seemed to be styled when the night began and had fallen across his forehead and his eyes. his eyes were like emeralds sparkling in the moonlight. suddenly you're favourite colour is green.

"now tell me again, who are you?" he grins - its an awful grin, the type that makes you want to die because its so beautiful.

swallowing the lump that formed in your throat you push the words out. "as i said, that's not important. what is important is that you forget you ever saw me."

the boy raises an eyebrow flashing another grin. "i'm afraid i can't do that."

"why?"

"because you are quiet unforgettable."

you freeze for a moment, then roll your eyes. "is that what you tell every girl who barges into a room to hide?"

"ahh so you're hiding?"

clenching your jaw at that slight bit of information you let slip, you nod.

"from?"

"who do you think jackass? i'm dressed like a 1950's street urchin and just crashed probably the most fancy dinner party i'll ever see, so really, who do you think i'm hiding from? fucking peppa pig?"

a loud bang comes from down the hall and you swing around wishing you had ran instead of talking to the mystery boy.

"come here." his voice snaps you out of your panic.

"what?"

"come here, you don't want to be caught? get over here."

narrowing your eyes at him you move closer to him. "what are you gonna do?"

he stares at you for a moment. "can i touch you?"

"WHAT?"

"not like that, god. that's where your mind went? no. i was just being respectful before i kissed you."

that you pause at. "you're going to kiss me?"

"well, with your permission of course."

"you don't have it."

the boy pouts playfully. "why not?"

"because believe it or not, crashing dinner parties and kissing random strangers who's names i don't know isn't something i do on a regular basis."

"well if you don't want to get caught...." he trails off.

"ew so what if i kiss you, you won't give me up? you think you're that good do you?"

"sweetheart, i am that good."

"not helping your case."

"if i kiss you it hides your face, none of them would ever try and cross me," the boy offers grinning again - does he ever stop smiling? seriously its harmful to look at someone this good looking for this amount of time.

"cause you're just that good right?"

"you're a quick learner."

the commotion from outside comes closer and you tense up weighing your options. goddamnit you're gonna have to kiss him.

"fine you have my permission," you huff. "just don't rat me out."

"i would never."

the police must have reached your door because they knock twice asking if someone is inside that they come out now.

"fucking hell," you mutter. "i cannot believe i'm doing this. i don't even know your name."

"don't worry you're in good hands," the boy says his voice low. he wraps his arms around your waist looking at you to make sure its okay.

"if you don't come out now we're coming in!" the voice from outside yells banging against the door twice more.

"by the way, the names jameson," the boy says before he seals his lips to yours and the door is ripped open with men pouring in.

but you hardly notice it. the boy's - jameson as he called himself - lips are warm as the press into yours. its soft but searing sending tingles through your brain. every thought or protest you had fell out of your head and your hands shoot up into his hair as he tightens is own arms around you.

you're so lost in the kiss you don't even hear the men behind you clearing their throats awkwardly.

pulling away jameson looks at you for a moment seemingly just as stunned as you are before he pulls your head to his chest and rests a hand on the back of your hair keeping your face hidden.

"yes?"

"have you seen a girl; brunette, around your age, wearing a black cocktail dress run through here or past here?" one of the officers asks avoiding eye contact.

"what did you say she was wearing again?" jameson asks.

"a black cocktail dress." these are like the worst policemen ever.

"well... yes-" you tense, this is it. this is where he rats you out, motherfuc-"but she went down the hall and through to the ballroom probably hiding in the crowd."

nodding each of the policemen leave the room and storm their way down the hallway. "uh sorry about interrupting you two as well," the last one says on his way out.

when its safe you pull back from jameson and thank him.

"its not over yet," he grins - seriously who decided he should be this handsome? and takes your hand leading you out the room and down the hallway. "follow me."

you slip out through the now empty entryway and run down the stairs together. this feels suspiciously like a romance novel. when you reach the steps you pull jameson to a stop. "wait don't you have to go to this dinner thing?"

"if it means not spending time with you, i'm okay with missing it," he winks.

"nope, you're not trying to flirt your way into being an outlaw with me," you tease.

"it was worth a shot."

smiling up at the boy who let you go free tonight you reach up on your tip toes and place a soft kiss on his cheek. "i'll be seeing ya jameson."

you slip out into the night leaving jameson on the steps. leaving behind the dangerous feeling that you could lose your heart to that boy.

at least you won't see him again.

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a/n pt2: i hope you liked it!!

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Hi, Thanks for answering my previous question about jobs :>

Anyway, I have more questions.

1)What do the guild do?

2)what does Og!Oda do as a job?

3)What does Bram do?

4) what do the Government! Members do? (I have no idea what to call them)

You are welcome.

Jobs. Part 2

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1.

Fitzgerald started a business (I lean towards trading company). Alcott is his mix of vice director, secretary and advisor.

Poe became a writer again, sometimes, he helps both ADAs with solving cases. He does both mostly for fun. All Guild members managed to get their 'implied' money and savings when they were preparing to go to the real world, and, they can not to worry too much about bankruptcy or having job.

Melville would become a museum worker or a consultant in university. He will choose something, that is either about sea and sea travels or about whales. He became quite famous tour guide. On the weekends, he read to kids in the library, telling them stories about sea travels.

Lovecraft is an interesting case. Sometimes, he will act as Steinbeck's assistant/colleague/bodyguard. However, Lovecraft's looks can make people uncomfortable (small side effect of being an Elder God), they need a lot of time to get used to him. So, most of the time Lovecraft stays home, looking after it. If hunting and fishing is legal in the country, he will go hunting/fishing for food.

Also, Lovecraft, during Halloween season, became an actor in hunted houses/scary attractions/festivals. He is more than popular, everyone wants to hire him.

They think, that his tentacles are very good animatronic parts.

Steinbeck became a vineyard owner. Grapes, juice and wine from his vineyard are fresh and taste good. Steinbeck always brings some of his products home.

Lucy is working with ADA/PM and HD. Her ability is good for transferring captured criminals.

Mitchell decided to study to be a seamstress or designer. She has some ideas, good ideas, but, she wanted to take a look at what fashion in this world can offer. Right now, she already created a line of scarfs and ties.

Twain trains paintball and biathlon teams. He wanted to publish his book, but decided to wait for right moment to do it.

Hawthorne, after some studying, became a theology professor in the university.

__________

2.

OG! Oda has multiple jobs. He is a handyman, he looks after kids and teens from BSD Cast, read to children together with Melville. He also a part-timer in ADA/ Private Investigation Bureau.

As for his dream to be a writer... Natsume, Oda and you are working on it. Oda tries to go to therapy, but, he has to be careful with what he said, so police won't be called. Also, back in BSD World, he helped Natsume with writing about Season 3-5 to add to "Story" in app. So, perhaps, there is a chance.

_________

3.

Bram is another "seasonal" actor. Another popular one during Halloween.

Outside that, he is looking after the mansion. Bram still has much to learn about modern times, right now he will attract too much attention.

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4.

Ango became a programmer in Fitzgerald's company.

Ayatsuji and Tsujimura, on papers, are part of ADA, but act separately, with Ayatsuji being a detective, and Tsujimura being his helper/bodyguard.

Chief Taneda becomes a librarian. His ability and title aren't needed in this world (for now), so he can have a rest and do something else.

[peacock-patrol]

LYRA'S FATHER ALIVE?

(The kind of plot twist you can only pull in a JLB novel haha)

Think about it - he clearly had a connection to Omega (the End) and we already know of one person who 'died' in order to join (Alice). Sounds like some kind of secret society/cult where you end your previous life so you can live with unchecked power in the shadows. Alice 'died' of a broken heart after the fire on Hawthrone Island.

Thomas Thomas isn't old enough to die of natural causes or have the time/oportunity to fake a health problem.

The remaining options are suicide or an accident, the latter of which will require a police investigation. But with a suicide you will escape a lot of inquiries into your case IF you have a witness (little Lyra).

And then it's the fact he shot himself TWICE. First in the stomach, then in the face. His face was unrecognizable.

And despite shooting himself in the stomach he had the strenght to stay up right and draw the symbol in his own blood.

What if the body Lyra saw wasn't him? Like some already fresh body from the hospital/morgue/crime with a similar build that was already brought into the house.

He also never complained or seemed angry. It was not a "damn you A Hawthorne for making me do this"

Dude just said "A Hawthrone did this" Very calm, just a statement of fact.

Could have been her idea/order. The only way to join. Maybe Thomas didn't enjoy traumatizing his daughter so he tried to offer some kind of explanation with the riddles.

The only real mystery is the detail that she wasn't wearing shoes? Any ideas what that's about?

[brokehorrorfan]

Demolition Man will be released on 4K Ultra HD and Blu-ray on December 17 via Arrow Video. Laurie Greasley designed a new cover for the 1993 sci-fi action film; the original artwork is on the reverse side.

Marco Brambilla directs from a script by Daniel Waters, Robert Reneau, and Peter M. Lenkov. Sylvester Stallone, Wesley Snipes, Sandra Bullock, and Nigel Hawthorne star.

The film has been newly restored in 4K from the original 35mm camera negative, approved by Brambilla, with Dolby Vision. Both the the domestic "Taco Bell" and international "Pizza Hut" versions are included via seamless branching.

Special features and limited edition contents are listed below, where you can also see more of the packaging.

Special features:

Audio commentary by director Marco Brambilla and screenwriter Daniel Waters (new)

Audio commentary by film historian Mike White of the Projection Booth podcast (new)

Audio commentary by Marco Brambilla and producer Joel Silver

Interview with production designer David L. Snyder (new)

Interview with stunt coordinator Charles Percini (new)

Interview with special make-up effects artist Chris Biggs (new)

Interview with body effects set coordinator Jeff Farley(new)

Somewhere Over the Rambo - Visual essay by film scholar Josh Nelson (new)

Theatrical trailer

Image gallery

Also included:

60-page book featuring new writing by film critics Clem Bastow, William Bibbiani, Priscilla Page, and Martyn Pedler

Double-sided fold-out poster with original and new art by Laurie Greasley

6 art cards

Three Seashells and Edgar Friendly Graffiti stickers

In 2032, arch criminal Simon Phoenix (Wesley Snipes) awakens from a 35-year deep freeze in CryoPrison to find a world where crime is almost non-existent – a serene utopia ripe for the taking. With the police no longer equipped to deal with his 90s-style brutality, they revive ‘Demolition Man’ Sgt. John Spartan (Sylvester Stallone), the no-holds-barred police officer unjustly sentenced to CryoPrison who originally took Phoenix down. Old-school cop against old-school criminal, settling their scores on the streets of San Angeles? The future won’t know what’s hit it.

Pre-order Demolition Man.

[chr0macide]

not my ass making a second oc for a dead fandom

Magdalena can have a boyfriend as a treat :)

Ok so I decided to name him Christopher Hawthorne, he’s employed at the police department as a detective (Bradley Beans is one of his coworkers) but he actually works for the purgers as an inside agent. When the purgers were arrested at the end of Break In 1 he was one of the people who helped them get out of jail, he released the ones who could be released and helped the rest of them break out in secret. I think Bradley would be suspicious that he might be a spy but he can’t find any dirt on him. I don’t think there would be workplace beef between them though, Bradley doesn’t seem like the type to beef with someone when he doesn’t actually know whether they’re an enemy asset or not. But anyway Christopher used to work for Larry before he was defeated in Break In 1, after that he was transferred to work directly under the Headmaster.

He really likes hunting and his house is in the same woods as the villain base. He hunts humans too sometimes, one of his jobs in the purgers’ organization is to hunt down and kill deserters and defectors. He doesn’t like nor dislike that part of his job, he feels that it is just something he has to do.

I headcanon a lot of purgers were born into the mob but Christopher was not, he didn’t go to Purge University either, but he’s the type of guy who joins whichever side he thinks is going to come out on top so he ended up here. In his opinion, the mob is so deeply rooted in the city that it would do more harm than good to try and take it down.

As for how he and Magdalena (my other oc) knew each other, she was arrested after the purge in Break In 1 and met him in the police station. She is a nonviolent offender so she was one of the people who he managed to release quickly, but she decided she liked him and kept hanging around him whenever she had the chance, which wasn’t that often because she was usually cooped up in the villain base tbh lol. So she wouldn’t leave him alone (cat distribution system real) but he didn’t realize she was into him at first, because Magdalena is so outwardly inexpressive. But he figured it out eventually

It would have thrown too much suspicion on Christopher if Magdalena kept showing up around him so he started visiting her in the villain base instead. Mary didn’t like him all up in her shit (I think she would tend not to like other people who answer to the Headmaster directly, besides the other Scaries maybe) but he has a high enough rank in the organization to show up whenever he wants anyway. At the end of Break In 2 when Magdalena fled the villain base, she went to his house. She told him the base got too dangerous after Mary’s defeat so she was just trying to get away for her own safety, but inwardly she was actually thinking about deserting. And he kinda knew she was lying, but he acted like he didn’t because he knew he might be ordered to kill her if/when it was found out that she abandoned the organization. This way he had some plausible deniability in case someone found out she was at his house and wondered why he didn’t kill her when he had that chance.

Ok I think that’s all the lore, ill put some things about his personality and other stuff

He almost never smiles. He’s not constantly blank faced the way Magdalena is, he just doesn’t smile. I’m sure he has a sense of humor of some kind but he doesn’t normally express it by laughing or anything like that

His default facial expression is annoyed/pissed

Despite his resting bitch face, he wouldn’t normally come off as an asshole when you talk to him, he would probably seem kind of aloof, but he wouldn’t be unpleasant to be around

He thought Magdalena was kinda creepy at first. When she is in love she gets a little bit weird about it, just a lil bit. One of the things she would sometimes do was stare at him vacantly for an uncomfortably long time and he didn’t get why at first, but it was because she just liked looking at him lol.

He’s ~6 ft tall maybe, built like a tank and he’s in his 30s, also he was born with poliosis that’s why he has the white forelock

He is nonconfrontational in a way. He works for the purge but he’s not a psycho (other than hunting deserters, his role in the mob is pretty nonviolent). He would try to resolve conflicts between the people around him. However, he tends to ignore it/brush it off when people try to start shit with him in particular, and he does in in a way that can make it seem like he thinks he’s above others. Plus, while he isn’t exactly a hermit, he can be picky about who he’s friends with and that also causes him to come off as a little conceited

This is not proofread we die like men (lmk if theres any spelling/grammar errors that make something completely unreadable tho lmao) here is another pic of Christopher I drew

[thewickedharlot]

Ivy Hawthorne at the Met Gala 2023

It’s giving villain. It’s giving mermaid (with a touch of sea monster...in a good way!) It’s everything!

9/10 - Overall

A - Theme

[1989stanz]

Well, two days ago I promised a fanfic to you all, so it is here! It's a inheritance games fanfiction and I hope you enjoy it. I accept any type of criticism, but just don't offend me. Thank you! @aaal-iz-well @myster3y @myfairkatiecat @riddles-n-games@aria-1105 @formulalina15

Prologue:

Jameson lost a 911 and has to deal with his penance.

Disclaimer:

All characters are from Jennifer Lynn Barnes's book The inheritance games. None of them are mine! Mentions of Nash Hawthorne, Jameson Hawthorne, Alexander Hawthorne, Grayson Hawthorne, Avery Grambs, Gigi Grayson and Maxine Liu. There's some cursing and mentions of murder, but nothing serious. The author didn't deep dive in these two delicate topics. No spoilers and no smut!

English is not my first language! So I apologize for any mistakes.

(P.S.: I'm always open for fanfic suggestions.)

Words count: 17K (sorry for being so long. I just couldn't help it 😭)

Jameson was never the type of person you could call “phone addicted.” He didn't spend much time scrolling because he was always busy with his brothers, a riddle, or doing something that the police would certainly arrest him for it. As a result, charging his phone wasn't something that occupied his mind, that's why his phone died often. That's what happened on this day. He was in a phone call with Xander when suddenly his phone went dead. Letting out a sigh, he opened the bedroom he shared with Avery to search for his charger. The room was quite a mess, with clothes on the floor, in the bed and hanging lazily around a chair. It reflected the owners' minds: messy as hell, but still comfortable somehow. There was a colored cube on the floor he accidentally stepped on and kicked away as he continued looking inside a drawer.“Where is it?”, he thought.“I know it's here. I remember the last time I used it and I put it in this drawer. . .” Before he could properly finish his inner monologue, he felt IT before he heard or saw it. He felt it strong and passionately inside of him, and deep inside he just knew what it was. Someone was approaching—HER. He felt her presence almost all the time when she was around. His heart would just stop as a true and genuine felling he had never felt before her took over his entire body and soul. It was exaggerating to describe it this way, but every single thing he felt and thought about her was exaggerating. “Jamie?”, Avery spoke and, oh, he loved her voice, specially when she said the nickname his brothers gave to him. Nobody else beside them had the right to call him this was, but her? Just listening to his nickname set his blood and entire body on fire. Hungry. He was hungry for everything, even for her—specially for her. “Heiress?”, he finally turned around and his heart pounded faster when he finally looked at her and realized why she called him. Her eyes were gleaming—they were always so bright when they stared at Jameson's eyes—, a challenge that he couldn't back down on her face. He clearly wouldn't back down from anything she proposed. “Jamie.” Avery knew he loved when she said it, so she usually did it when she wanted his whole attention to her, and god-damn, she was wearing one of his shirts. She had never done it before, but it looked way better on her. She looked beautiful, he thought to himself. And he FELT how Avery had an enormous effect on him. Forget hungry. He was starving just for a piece of her.

Smirking, he said, “So, now you steal my shirts?”, his green eyes glowing more than ever.

“Only when I want to catch you off guard, like now”, her eyes told what she didn't: Avery was enjoying what she was doing to him. Of course she did, he was acting like a damn dog. They stared at each other and did not break eye contact as she walked up to him and pressed her lips to his. The kiss wasn't soft or slow. It was breathtaking, and when she pulled away, he wanted more. Forget the charger, it could wait, but his hunger could not. And probably the 911 call he received from one of his brothers could too.

Grayson would never admit, but he was terrible. Not physically, Grayson Hawthorne was at no time physically terrible. He always makes to sure to be looking good. But mentally? His mind and feelings were so awful that just “terrible” wasn't an appropriate answer. He was drowning in work—again—, swimming like crazy and doing anything that was humanly possible to stop his brain from echoing a name. Her name. So that's why he was standing again at the place Emily had died, so-and-so far from the ground. He had no equipment and wondered—again— what would happen if he jumped. Of course, it was just a thought, Grayson wasn't going to jump, but just the adrenaline that he felt with this thought kept his entire head quiet. Her name wasn't there for a moment. But moments didn't last forever, so that's why he decided to finally go back to the house.

Once he arrived, his whole body ached for something. Escapism. Her name was there again, and he knew a way to stop it. Grayson quickly took some turns around the house, and before he could even think about it, he was in the cellar. Without realizing, his hands grabbed a Tequila, took off the cover and his nose caught the smell of the liquid. Eve. Eve. Eve. Eve. He took a swing. Eve. Eve. Eve. He took another swing, this time longer than the other one, and… Nothing. It was calm. And he took more long swings. He hardly allowed himself alcohol, but in that occasion he drank it like his life depended on it. 

Halfway through the bottle, one thought broke through his shields: “You need someone”. That hit him, hard. But for one second he stopped taking swings and recognized the obvious: he was broken, drowning, but he didn't have to be alone. He had his brothers and Avery and, somehow, that was everything. Eve couldn't touch this, it was totally his and only his. His family. That's what they were. So he picked his phone from his pocket and only sent one message for each of his brothers: 911.

Nash and Xander appeared in a heartbeat and, for reasons he couldn't tell, his heart overflowed with love. He felt it warm and quiet on his chest for the first time in a very long time. Nash was the first one to look at him, raising one of his eyebrows, “So what's the deal, little brother?”. Xander whispered in Nash's ear, “He seems drunk to you too, or did the explosion I caused today already affecting me?” Grayson almost raised an eyebrow when he heard his words. That would explain his clothes that seemed to be set on fire. Instead, he chose to analyze the room he requested their presence. The gaming area was an enormous place full of all kind of games, physical games—like bowling—or just games that required thinking, like chess. Being more specific, Hawthorne chess.

After four rounds of Hawthorne chess and three Grayson's victories later, strip bowling was the chosen game, and he found out in the worst way possible that strip bowling wasn't for him. Nash didn't have his boots and his socks. Since his brothers demanded when they first played strip bowling that Nash's cowboy hat wasn't a piece of clothing, he was shirtless but had his cowboy hat on. Xander didn't have shoes and socks anymore, and Grayson…was winning. He didn't wear a coat, shoes, socks, and his shirt. But he was happy to be with his brothers…or at least two of them. Grayson turned away as soon as he noticed that Jameson wasn't there and asked, “Where's Jameson?” 

“Probably doing something very dangerous and assuming risks that could get him to have a meeting with God!”, Xander replied with a smile. Nash frowned his eyebrows, “I called him like 10 times, and he didn't pick up.” Wasting no more time, Grayson reached for the phone in his pocket and called Oren. The bodyguard picked up immediately. “Any problem?”, he asked, his voice calm and powerful and useless for someone like Grayson, who knew the word “power” like the back of his hand. “Where's Jameson? Is he in danger?”. He could hear the way the bodyguard shrugged. “No danger in sight, if you don't consider sleeping in Avery's bedroom a dangerous thing to do.” Jameson was sleeping, and it was almost offensive that he lost a 911, but then he realized. Jameson lost a 911, and he was going to pay for it like Grayson did. He smiled and turn off the phone call. “As much as I love to see you smile, I can tell where this is going”, Nash replied. Xander was amused, his eyes as bright as the sun. “So Jameson really lost a 911?”. They didn't answer, but instead the rest of the evening was wasted between plans and more plans for his penance.

1:00 am

Jameson noticed that he lost a 911 call, and he knew his brothers would come after him with a wicked plan. Surprised wasn't an adjective to describe his emotions when Xander appeared out of nowhere at night and started to play a trumpet. But furious and about to end Xander were appropriate words. “STOP!”, he yelled through gritted teeth, trying to cover his ears with a pillow. Nash put a hand on his little brother shoulder to stop him. “Enough, Xan. Enough.” Grayson was behind him, and Jameson could swear he almost smiled. Reluctant, he got up from the bed. “It's time for my penance.” It wasn't a question, and nobody corrected him. Instead, he just received a devilish smile from Nash. It was going to be a very, very long night. 

1:30 am

Max was spending the Christmas holiday at the Hawthorne house in her own wing, where his brothers dropped him. She smiled, a big and bright smiled that he almost feared. Almost. “Hello, little duck.” He snorted. “Not sure about being a duck.” She meant dick, but he chose to ignore it. “However. Just sit in this chair and let me do my magic.” He sat, and she covered his face in a really white foundation, drawing a smile with her makeup pencil, covering his cheeks a really shiny red. “I think I know what you're doing, but I better be wrong.” Max smirked, and he decided that smirking didn't look good on her. Actually, it was never a good thing when someone who wasn't him smirked. “I can't tell you. Xander made me promise.” 

“I think so.” And he let her finish, putting a blue wig on his head, covering his hair. Thrilled, she picked a small mirror on the desk, showing his reflection to him. “Do you like it?”. He was right indeed. Xander had asked his girlfriend for a clown makeup for him. She gave him a card with an address written on it as he left her wing. He was going to kill Xander. Suffocated, precisely. With his own damn wig. Opening the card, there was an address that he did not recognize:

Flower Boulevard Street, 89

P.S.: Gigi must drive.

2:00 am 

Gigi knew how to drive a car. Of course she did. At least that was what she told him before breaking all the traffic laws. Jameson wasn't a fan of laws and endless rules, but after this 30 minutes painful ride and almost dying more times than he could count, he was a new fan of the traffic law, apparently. She stopped in front of a building, some pop music blasting on the radio, his face so white that it looked like he was a ghost. After a few minutes of searching for his soul that clearly was lost along the way, his eyes analyzed the construction. He had thought about the worst places that his brothers would have chosen as a location for the evening, but a big and luxury hospital didn't cross his mind, not even once. But there he was, standing in full clown clothes in the hospital parking. Gigi grabbed his arm. “What are you waiting for? I thought you liked a challenge.” He did, and that's why he entered the construction.

2:15 am 

He managed to get lost inside the hospital, but that was way better than Gigi getting lost four times while driving 'cause she insisted on not using the GPS. After a few minutes, he founded his brothers. Unfortunately. “Wooow! He looks awfully amazing”, Xander shouted. “This isn't your best moment, little brother”, Nash laughed. Grayson just looked, without saying anything at first. Then he raised an eyebrow. “I think you lost something, Mr.Clown”, he told Jameson, pulling out leather pants from his hands. Not common leather pants, but THE leather pants. He was doomed.

2:25 am 

Out of all his brothers, Jameson was the leanest, but the leather pants still squeezed him really tight. It was almost painful, and he needed ten minutes to make them fit. “Comfortable?”, Grayson asked, enjoying this moment more than anything else. Jameson gave a Cheshire cat smiled, not giving him the satisfaction to see his discomfort. “More than ever, big brother.” Grayson smirked, and he wondered why everyone was suddenly smirking at him all the time. Nash leaned on the doorway, his cowboy hat hiding his smile. “Ready to put on a show, Jamie?” A show? What the actual fuc...”

“I have balloons!” Xander tossed three bags of balloons at Jameson's face, and he caught each one, his face marked with confusion. “Why do I need balloons?” 

“For the kids!”, Xander smiled, thriving. “There are some sad and unfortunate kids on this hospital that need some fun and joy in their lives, and you're going to bring fun and joy. That's what clowns do, isn't it, Mr.Clown?” 

He could feel the need to wash off all the makeup in the sink bathroom and take off his ridiculous clothes, including his fancy clown shirt. But he promised it to his brothers. Grayson had called and he didn't come. That was his penance. “Where are the kids?”, he asked. 

3:35 am

One hour and ten minutes later, Jameson was at the edge of a breaking down. Sure he could deal with one or two kids playing with his wig, trying to pull his clothes, licking his face when they thought he couldn't see, getting on the ceiling, screaming, crying, popping the balloons, trying to slap him, laughing and making jokes of him, swearing, running and so much more. But twenty? It seemed and felt like hell. He couldn't even judge the kids, 'cause little Jamie was worse than that kids. He looked at Nash after one of them spat on his face, “Please, Nash. Please stop this.” All three of them laughed, Xander more pleased with himself than ever. He had video every time a kid did something to him and threatened to send them to Avery. Jameson didn't even try to stop him, his little brother was going to show Avery one way or another. And he was mortified. “Please. It's been one hour. I can't handle more.” Jameson Hawthorne didn't beg, of course not. But he was about to get on his knees if Nash didn't look at him and decided that the poor boy had enough. “Alright, kids!” He shouted and all of them immediately stopped what they were doing, something that Jameson couldn't do. He felt jealous. “Form a line, so the clown can say goodbye to you all.” They said an audible “noooo”. Apparently, they liked to torture him. He went to say goodbye to every kid when they finally formed a line, some of their names carved on his brain as he passed. Brian. Yasmin. Joe. Kloe. Patrick. Pablo. Iago. . .

“Where's Iago?”, Kloe said, looking behind her. Jameson counted the kids and there were only 19 of them. Oh, hell. “Nash”, he looked at his oldest brother while he nodded, understanding what he meant with just one word. “Go there, Jamie. We'll stay here.” He took a glance at the kids. “So, how are we feeling about dancing?” They screamed in excitement. Jameson couldn't understand how he did it. 

4:05 

Where were this kid? Jameson had searched absolutely every god-damn room of the hospital, had warned the nurses, and they still had not found him. He couldn't help but remember when he disappeared as a kid. It didn't take a couple of minutes to find him, it took hours. Sometimes even days. He swallowed hard, thinking what would happen if Iago wasn't found. What if he was in danger? How would his parents react? What if he managed to get out of the hospital…

“Oh my god, Iago! Can you calm down for a second? You're going to spill my coffee all over the room.” He heard someone say in a room at the end of the hallway, stopping to look what was going on. Gigi trying to take Iago off of the ceiling with a cup of coffee in her hand. The scene was a one to be recorded, if Jameson wasn't freaking out. “Iago! Get off of there!”, he commanded, and surprisingly the kid seemed to hear. “I don't know”, Iago mumbled and he looked worried. Scared. That shattered Jameson's heart. He picked up the kid, careful to not let him fall or break the ceiling. “Thank you”, the infant wrapped his hands around his neck, not letting go. Gigi was very embarrassed. “I couldn't get him off, he didn't hear me.” Jameson was so confused on why she was still at the hospital, at 4 am, drinking coffee. But all he did was to shrug, “They don't hear me too.” And they walked back to his brothers only to found Nash dancing with them. God has favorites, he thought. 

8:00 am 

Ten minutes later they arrived at Hawthorne House and Jameson dropped dead on his bed. After taking off the makeup, clown clothes and the leather pant, obviously. But his body naturally woke him up at 7:45, and he couldn't get any sleep after that. And that's why he was on the roof when he heard steps. “You put out quite a show to the kids.” It was Grayson talking.“The hospital called, asking if you're going to visit again.” Not a chance in hell. He liked the kids—actually, loved them— but he couldn't handle them all at once. It was draining. Grayson knew it, that's why he was smirking, almost showing a smile. “You know”, Jameson started, “that I only didn't pick up because my phone had died?” It was basically his way of saying that, if he knew that Grayson was calling, that he needed him, he would appear in seconds. And he always would. Despite all the offenses, the teasing and the fights, Jameson would walk through hell for Grayson. He knew that, and Grayson would do the same. If all that it took to make him laugh, smile or to just take the weight off his shoulders a bit was to see Jameson dressed up as a clown, he would do it a hundred times. And he would do it over and over, no just because “that's what brothers do”, but because that's what you do when you love someone—you show them your love and loyalty. 911 wasn't just a simple code, it was meant to their brothers know how much they loved and appreciated each other, even though sometimes they have a hard time telling or showing it. Jameson knew the meaning behind this simple code, and it would kill him if Grayson thought that Jameson didn't care for his older brother. They all cared for each other, that's what made them the Hawthorne brothers. Not just the DNA because, when you grow up between the Hawthornes, you couldn't care less for biology. “I know,” Grayson replied, and his tone gave something else. Of course, I know, but I won't go deep into it right now, he seemed to say. So they just stood there, watching the sun and enjoying each other's company, without admitting it.