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wannabemobwife · 4 years ago

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Guns, Glamour and Goodfellas- Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Dressed to the Nines

Dad!Mob!Tom Holland x Mom!Mob!Reader Fanfic

-Pairings: mob! Tom Holland x reader

-Warnings: Language

-Words: 3.9K

Background Info- Tom Holland is boss of his mafia and Y/N Holland, his wife, is former mafia boss turned stay at home mom but still joined Tom on his business trips and meetings. They started dating at 19 and were married at the young age of 21, realizing they only needed each other. They have two kids together, both ages 16, Parker and Rosie Holland.

*Realistically to have two teenagers, Tom and Y/N are both in their mid/late thirties but they look like they are in their mid twenties/late twenties alright. What can I say, they have really good genes. I can guarantee that Tom will still definitely look as gorgeous as he does know in his 30’s.

Author note: I enjoy writing drama, so it’s hard to have constant fluff, mostly angst (I hope, at least what I consider angst). The more times where a character almost dies but doesn’t the better to me. This is my first fanfic, I wrote this story based on being married with kids because that is the part of my life I’m most looking forward to. Heads up but there is tons of dialogue, I find that the most fun to write.

Also I enjoy PDA and a personal goal of mine is to be married for 20 years and still want to jump my husband’s bones so there are a bunch of little hints like that through the fanfic. Sorry if your name is any of the characters, feel free to change them in your mind. I know it’s stupid of me to say that but whatever.

Chapter 1: Dressed to the Nines

Words: 3.9K

You and Tom were a power couple. The Hollands, the ones with the most power and the most dangerous. A king and queen to their empire. Lately you had been tackling married life together and had been raising two kids. A boy named Parker and a girl named Rosie both the same age. But nothing could prepare you for what every parent dreads, their teenage years. All the hormones, mood swings and relationship drama that comes with it.

When both the twins turned 16 it was big turning point in your family. Rights of passage as Tom would say. You and Tom threw a massive gala to celebrate their 16 years of being alive. Tom as the leader of his own mob, money was no object and you coming from the family you did and being a former mafia boss, you both had truly opulent wealth. It was the night of their kids’ sixteenth birthday and everyone was invited from family, friends, business associates and even enemies. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer they would say. Tom and tried to keep as much as possible from your kids, trying to give them a normal childhood. Failing over and over again at that. Some nights Tom would come home bloody from beating up someone who crossed him. Or there would always been strange, bulky, built men surrounding your mansion for protection. It was hard to explain everything to the kids, but it was something they just had to do for family.

The party was about to begin, 7:00 on the dot, and the house was decorated to fit a very elegant yet youthful look. Caterers dressed in white carrying bountiful trays of appetizers. Tom and you adored the luxury of their life, even though they knew if they didn’t have all the materials they did they would be even happier. Their family is what mattered most to them. You were dressed to the nines, in a lace gold gown, with sparkly stilettos on. Her Y/H/C hair gracefully laying one her back, without a strand out of the place. And her Y/E/C eyes were beaming, if looks could kill they would. Tom couldn’t help but admire you.

“You know, it’s rude to gawk,” you said and Tom chuckled.

“I’m sorry but you’re just too beautiful not to,” he responded and placing his hands on your hips.

Rolling your eyes and smirking you said “tonight’s the night.”

“I know, should we do it now?” he questioned as his half smile turned into a frown.

“No, let him have this one more night. Without any obligation,” you had been dreading this night for years.

“Alright, darling,” he said as he kissed softly, he just couldn’t contain himself he

found his other half. The person that makes him want to be a better man. His soulmate.

Like any family there are skeletons in their closets but, the Hollands were a whole another story. Tonight was the night, one they had been dreading for 16 years, to be exact. You and Tom’s son, Parker would be tasked with the most difficult decision of his life. One that will rewrite his story. Tom wishes he would just turn it down and do what he didn’t have the balls to do when he was his age.

The day Tom’s dad brought him into the office, he knew his life would never be the same. Dom, his father and former boss of the Holland empire, made it very clear that if he turned him down, he could forget about being in this family. Tom just knows he won’t give the same ultimatum. Parker being the oldest and only son of Tom and Y/N Holland is the future of their family empire. Parker was quite popular, a playboy actually and very dashing. Wearing a black suit with a black tie and a white shirt he look just like his dad with his brown hair slicked back. Being one of the guests of honor tonight he had to look the part. Slowly made his way to the bar before his mother could find him. Desperately needing some liquid courage, he quickly poured himself a shot of vodka and downed it even faster. However nothing gets past, you, Y/N Holland.

“Parker Jackson Holland!” you fumed, catching her 16 year old son drinking.

“Hey, what’s with the middle naming me, it’s my birthday,” he responded a little startled.

“You should not be drinking, ever. You got two years, mister,” you explained.

“Alright, mum,” Parker sounded annoyed.

“Where’s your sister by the way, party is supposed to start in 10 mins,” you said as she noticed all the guest starting to arrive. A line of people already waiting at the door but everyone knew the Hollands preferred people to arrive fashionably late.

“I don’t know. Having a fit probably. Last I heard was screaming coming from her closet.”

“I’ll go check on her. Your father and I need you sober later. Understood?” You exclaimed.

“Yes, mum.” Parker was a good boy on paper but, enjoyed breaking the rules.

Right as you turned away, Parker then started to pour another shot.

“Don’t even think about it,” you said still walking forward. Parker chuckled and set the shot down.

You went to go check on her daughter. You knocked on the door when she heard something shatter. Rosie may seem timid but she definitely inherited Tom’s anger issues.

“Honey? Is everything alright?” You questioned, startled by the outburst.

“Yeah, mum. I’m sorry,” Rosie muttered seeming frustrated.

“It’s ok, oh honey!” You exclaimed, noticing the tears on her daughter face

“I know, this is stupid,” Rosie whispered trying to hide her tear stained face.

“No, no it isn’t. What’s wrong?” you said, genuinely concerned for her daughter’s well-being.

“I don’t know everything, this dress, my hair, my makeup,” she exclaimed frantically.

“Baby, you look beautiful.”

“Pretty enough that someone would want to dance with me?” Rosie whispered. You were caught off guard that your daughter could ever have thoughts like that.

“Yes of course, you are always gorgeous.” You hated seeing your baby girl beat herself up based on her looks.

“Thanks mom, I have a question?” You just nodded in response.

How did you get dad to fall in love with you?” Rosie asked inquisitively.

“Um, I guess was just myself. I didn’t put on a facade and I was very honest and transparent with him,” you answered a little taken back from the question.

“You were yourself? I find that hard to believe. From stories I’ve heard you seemed to be bold, brave and beguiling” said Rosie with a hint of sarcasm.

“Am I not those things now?” You asked, cheekily.

“No you are, just in a different way.”

“Honey, whoever you are trying impress, will love for who you are, ok?” You couldn’t stand seeing her daughter like this.

“Alright. Can you help me with my makeup?” Rosie asked because her previous makeup had been ruined by her miniature breakdown

“Yes, of course.”

Back at the party Tom was making his way around saying hello to almost everyone. He desperately needed to find his son. Tom’s and Parker’s relationship was interesting to say the least. As babies and toddlers Tom was there. He loved his kids so much but as they grew older they only noticed the times he wasn’t there. Only the missed recitals and football games, never all times that had dinner as a family and he tucked them in to bed at night. Parker is closer to his mother and his twin sister. Never really having that man to man talk with his dad yet. The time when fathers stop seeing their sons as boys and look at them as men. Tom approached Parker sitting there with his a drink in his hand, he hoped was a watered down Pepsi.

“Hey Parker, did your mom talk to you already?” Tom asked, not trying to raise too many questions.

“No, she might have mentioned something,” Parker responded.

“Ok, well after cake meet me in my office.” Parker nodded in response and noticed how he tensed a little at the conversation.

Their chat quickly ended when Harrison and his 16 year old son Henry came to wish happy birthday. Harrison is Tom’s right hand man, his consigliere and his best friend. He was more than that, Harrison was family. Harrison’s son, Henry was best friends with Parker and Rosie, ever since birth.

“Hey mate,” Tom said to his best friend Harrison.

“Hey, just came to wish this guy “happy birthday”” he said patting Parker’s shoulder.

“Happy birthday, dude” Henry said to Parker and he returned with subtle “thank you’s.” Parker slightly nodded to his dad to see if he could leave the conversation and Tom let him know it was ok.

“Come on, let’s go,” Parker exclaimed making his way to den where his other friends were.

Harrison was the first to speak up, “Have you told him yet?”

“No, Y/N and I are going to do it tonight” Tom uttered with a low toned voice.

“Geez, do you need me there?” Harrison asked, afraid Tom might say yes. Harrison was there when Tom went through the same process with his dad. Tom’s anger issues didn’t help the outcome.

“I think I’m alright, just family. Not that I don’t consider you family but I don’t even know if Rosie should be there.” Tom justified.

“It’s alright mate, I get it.”

They were both enjoying their night, making their rounds, Tom and Harrison went to get drinks, not beer this time but a scotch on the rocks as this was a classy night. Everything was dandy up until one of Tom’s men, William, came up to him informing Tom of a problem.

“Sir we have a problem,” William whispered to Tom, Tom nodded for them to follow them to his office.

“William, what now? Can’t you see I’m enjoying the party?” Tom exclaimed, closing the doors to his office.

“Sir, Daniel, was found dead at his post outside, shot by a tranquilizer gun, with a note taped to his chest, it’s for you.” William announced and handed the paper to the most important and dangerous man of the mob, his boss.

“What the fuck?” A long silence stayed in the air while Tom processed the news. Awkwardness had filled the entire room as they all awaited Tom’s response.

“For fucks sake, you need at least 3 guards posted outside. NOW!” He screamed as his anger continued to rise as read the note.

“Yes, Sir.” William said promptly.

“God forbid anything else happen tonight, but my wife and kids are the first ones to be escorted to safe house. Understood?” Tom explained as he only was only thinking about his family in that moment.

“Yes, Sir.” William said and quickly ran out before he could get the brunt of Tom’s upcoming outburst. Right on cue, Tom threw a glass ashtray at the wall, it shattering into shards.

“Calm down mate, what did the note even say.” Harrison asked with a worrisome look on his face. Tom showed Harrison the joy and his smile faded immediately. Tom for the first time, in a while, felt fear because he knew he had everything to lose.

Not wanting to deal with the life long headache that is his life. He looked for solace in, you, his wife as he spotted her over by the fireplace and made his way over to you.

“Have told you look stunning tonight?” He said instantly falling in love with you over again.

“Several times actually,” you said.

“Well I can’t help what you do to me, gorgeous.” He said placing a kiss to your temple.

“Hey, have you had the talk with him yet?” You said pointing a finger at your son getting very intimate with some girl.

The girl was Charlotte Owens. Parker and her had been together for almost a year, but you and Tom hadn’t met her formally yet. Your son was very tight-lipped the it came to his private life. She was tall, fair and had platinum blonde hair along with piercing blue eyes. Rosie didn’t seem to like her very much, constantly annoyed by her popularity status and reputation, used to be known for being with a new guy every couple weeks and don’t put it past Rosie to not give her the benefit of the doubt.

“No, remember we’re going to do it tonight. Is something wrong?” He said with concern, worried why you would forget something so important.

“No, not that talk, silly, “The talk”,” you responded. His lips formed an “o” shaped as he realized he would have to teach his son about how to be safe during sex.

“Oh, no. I’ve been avoiding it for as long as possible.”

“Why baby, you’re so good at it. You could give him a few a pointers.” You said, winking at him.

“Wow, love, you surprise me everyday. Speaking of beautiful girls, where’s Rosie. I’ve haven’t seen her all night,” Tom quickly trying to change the subject as they were at a party.

“I saw her a few minutes ago,” you said as a puzzled look grew on her face.

“Come on, let’s go find her and maybe you and I can sneak off for awhile.” He said cheekily.

“Tommy,” you whispered but eventually agreed. Slowly making your way out of the main ballroom to the secret garden next to his office.

Walking very slyly, you both made your way to secret spot near Tom’s office. Where ivy had grown throughout the brick and purple and yellow tulips lined the fence along with giant trees. There was a little wishing fountain that Tom had installed when you moved in, this was their secret spot. One where they could forget about all the violence and responsibility that tainted their lives.

Their intimate moment was ruined when Rosie walked by with some random guy named Connor, not the person she’d hope to bring there. All throughout the night Rosie seemed to be jealous of the attention her crush was getting at the party as he didn’t pay attention to her. Thus, she went find a distraction of her own.

“Oh hey, shh, look two people getting it on over there,” he whispered to her as she dragged him outside.

“Please don’t be my brother.” She murmured but felt like she wanted to throw up when she saw who it was.

“Mom, dad?” Rosie screamed.

“Oh shit, we’ve been busted,” Tom muttered against your neck.

“Hey honey,” You said while Rosie was completely mortified. Rosie’s potential hookup stood there mouth wide open.

“That’s your mum, god, she’s a babe.” Connor said.

“Connor, not helping.” Rosie exclaimed sternly as she pinched his side.

Tom spoke up, “Why don’t you guys go back and enjoy the rest of the party.”

Rosie just nodded and left as fast as humanly possible. She never wants to be that embarrassed again.

“Oh my god, we were gonna get it later.” You said.

“I know, we really screwed up this time. But have you had “the talk” with her yet,” Tom asked.

“Nope, we should both really get on that. What would I’ve happened if they hadn’t caught us?” You asked jokingly.

“I don’t want to think about that Y/N! She’s our daughter.” Tom exclaimed.

“Neither do I.”

“Enough of this, where were we?” Tom interjected immediately changing the subject.

“Well you lips were on my neck and you hand was on my waist, but I think the moment has passed and we should get back to the party,” you said rather seductively.

“Fine, I know you’re right. But fuck, I just want to make out with my wife,” Tom muttered frustratingly.

“Well you can later... in bed.” Winking as you chuckled.

“Man, that kid was right, you are a babe.”he said as he slapped your ass as you walked in front of him chuckling.

“Is it time for cake?” Harrison asks as he came up to Tom and you.

“I think it is.” Tom said and you nodded. Walking towards Rosie, who was desperately trying to erase her self from existence because of the embarrassment she’d experienced a minute ago.

“Hi, honey. Can you please go find your brother? We are going to cut the cake.” You said trying not to accidentally bring up the elephant in the room.

“Alright, fine,” Rosie muttered still a little peeved finding you and Tom like that. Rosie searched high and low for Parker.

Needing some assistance she asked Henry. “Hey, have you seen my brother?”

“Last I saw he was taking Charlotte to the green house” Henry responded.

“Alright, come on, let’s go find them” Rosie said rolling her eyes. Her hand slipped into Henry’s as she led the way. Making their way through the vast yet gorgeous yard. Rosie and Henry found Parker and Charlottes lips entangled together and bodies in a compromising position in the green house

“For fucks sake, how many people am I going to find sucking face at this party.” Rosie yelled, startling Charlotte and Parker.

“What the fuck do you want, Rosie? Can’t you see I’m busy.” Parker quipped annoyingly.

“Mom and dad want to cut the cake” Rosie responded.

“Ugh fine. Give us 10 mins” knowing he will be finished in that time.

“No, you can fuck your bimbo of a girlfriend later.” Rosie said, receiving a grimace from Charlotte.

“Don’t you fucking talk about her like that! Fuck off!” Parker yelled as Henry and Rosie left. Both of the kids had inherited Tom’s angry side.

“Well, you can explain to mom and dad you were late because you were balls deep in in your whore,” Rosie said walking away.

The moments leading up to the end of Parker’s innocence were fleeting. In more ways than one. He wasn’t a virgin even before that evening but, Parker could imagine the task he was supposed to accomplish. The 3 tier chocolate raspberry ganache cake had been cut and distributed to the guests. Happy birthday had been sung to Rosie and Parker. Parker tried to go off with Charlotte again, but Harrison stopped him and brought him to the Tom’s office.

“They’re in there,” Harrison whispered.

“Who?” Parker asked Harrison who was like his uncle.

“Just go,” Parker opened the door to see his mother and his dad sat behind the desk. The door shut behind him.

“Mom? Dad? What’s going on here?” Parker hesitated.

“Son, sit down,” Tom said, knowing this wasn’t going to be easy.

“We have to talk to you.” You interjected.

“Parker, as part of this family, there are certain responsibilities you have to take. It is a tradition in our family that at the age of 16, the sons are brought to light about the dealings of our family and what is expected of you,” Tom said as Parker grew wary. Not really understanding what his parents were trying to convey.

Throughout his entire life, he had his suspicions about his family. Wondering why men followed them everywhere, even on trips to the store for eggs. Why his parents went to work but have never seen their office, only heard it referred to as “the warehouse.” Why everything was always so damm secretive. Scared if he accidentally let some enormous family secret slip with his big mouth there would be repercussions. Never not scared of the harm that could come to his family.

“Your father, is the leader of a very powerful mob. I am part of it too, not just as wife but as his partner. There will be day when he will longer be in position of boss and you will take over,” you asserted playing off of Tom’s words.

“Our family is not only the owners of one of the world’s richest exporting company, we also do business with casinos and own multiple hotel chains. Sometimes our work brings us above the law, but the connections we have are what keep us alive.” Tom explained trying to preserve his son’s innocence.

“Why are you telling me all this?” Parker stuttered.

“Because it is time. Time for you to step up and take your place in this family. You’ve had 16 years of juvenile fun and now this is what has to be done.” Tom concluded.

“What if I don’t want this life. You don’t think I don’t know what happens behind closed doors here. All the times dad has come home with a black eye or blood on his knuckles. Why fuck isn’t Rosie here? She is the same age as me, WE ARE TWINS! Why am I the only one who has to do this. I don’t want to kill for sport like you and mom!” Parker screamed. He couldn’t handle this anymore. There was too much information he had to process.

“Do not raise your voice at your mother! Tom screamed.

“Dad, I had dreams and hopes. I wanted to go to college and travel. Find a nice girl and marry her. Experience the kind of love you and mom have. What you are asking me to do, flushes all that away. You are asking me to give up on my life.

So that’s it, I don’t have a choice,” Parker begged.

“Baby, you have a choice. Nothing is set in stone,” you said rubbing his arm.

“Y/N, you damm well know what will happen if he turns this down,” Tom yelled.

“Maybe this life works for you two, but I don’t want this kind of life. My answer is no. Find someone else.”

“Parker, you know I can’t do that. Take a couple days and think about it” Tom answered trying to stay calm.

“NO DAD! My answer is final, I’m not going to be your apprentice to carry on this heinous family legacy!” Parker exploded. It was too much.

“If you aren’t willing to do what is asked of you, then you can forget about being in this family!” Tom screamed. He did exactly what he said he wouldn’t, he gave his son an ultimatum. Parker couldn’t handle it anymore and left. Needing to forget about the fact he no longer had a say. He was stuck.

It was just Tom and you sitting in the study. They couldn’t understand where the conversation had gone. All their hopes for tonight went out the window along with potted plant Tom threw when Parker stormed out.

“Tom, you can’t force him. You can’t do what your father did to you to him.” You tried to say in a loving tone but it came out as stern.

“IM NOT, Y/N!!!” Tom screamed. He had fucked up. The words spoken tonight have rewritten his relationship with his son.

“Alright.” You whispered trying to calm your fuming husband down.

“I’m sorry I raised my voice, baby.” Tom’s tone immediately changed once he heard the softness of your voice. You just nodded in response

“Tommy?” You asked hoping Tom was now ok.

“Yes, love” Tom said.

“He’ll come around. I can promise you that.”

“I know, darling. That’s not what I’m worried about.”

“Then what?” a look of confusion grew on your face.

He handed you a paper, the same one that was found on Daniel’s body, saying “Eclipsing of the Hollands. Let the show begin. Better watch your back.”

It was threat. A play to eventually be made on his life or the life of his family and you all had no idea who was behind it.

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cafedanslanuit · 5 years ago

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I always wanted to marry rich || Jumin x MC (2/2)

genre; angst pairing; Jumin Han x MC notes; part two of two. read part one here. I finally wrote the last part! Honestly I had to rewrite it a couple of times because I wasn’t happy with how it ended. Now I finally do. Hope you like it! <3

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“check your email”

Jumin didn’t even bother opening Seven’s text. He just read it on the notifications bar and opened his email app. He found a file with her future wife’s name and opened it. Two seconds later, his battery died out of the blue. Jumin sighed. The phone was charged, maybe it was starting to malfunction. He opened his laptop and his email. He printed the document Seven had sent so he could look over them more comfortably. Jumin poured himself a glass of wine and sat on the kitchen table.

MC’s bank account was rather small and the incomes where what he expected, savings from her last job she had told him about. She purchased small amounts in makeup stores, coffee places and other things. She had graduated top of her class at university in her homeland with a scholarship.

There were some pages about her estranged father. He was living in Spain and had remarried. He had two kids, ten and twelve. He hadn’t been in touch with MC or her mother apparently. There was a file about her mother. She was a teacher in South America and worked at a school. Jumin didn’t want to know how Seven got access to her bank account, but he had. She didn’t have much either and the purchases weren’t suspicious at all, MC seemed to send her money every chance she could.

Seven had even traced MC’s tweets back in her uni years. She had made some light-hearted jokes about being broke but nothing that made it seemed like she was planning something. Seven had been kind enough to write down some notes about those tweets not meaning a thing.

The last page was a message with Seven’s messy handwriting.

“Stop stressing! There’s nothing fishy about her”. There was a small drawing of a fish. Of course. “Happy wedding!”

Jumin sighed and crumpled the documents in his hand. Maybe he was overreacting. Maybe it was an inside joke? Tons of possibilities were roaming around his head when he heard the door opening and MC’s heels making their way into the penthouse.

She quickly appeared in the kitchen and smiled at him.

“Buenas noches, amor” she teased him with a grin.

“Why did you say you always wanted to marry rich?” Jumin blurted.

MC’s smile fell abruptly.

“What? When did I--” her eyes went sideways, trying to remember. Then she opened her mouth in realisation. “Oh, okay. You listened to me and my mom. Okay” she sighed.

She left her purse on the kitchen table and sat in front of her fiancé, who was looking at her sternly. Never before had he looked at her that way and it made her feel really small. Like she had gotten herself in trouble. She took a deep breath before she could start explaining.

“Okay. You know my mom had serious money issues when I was growing up. So, since I was little she would always tell me to find a wealthy man, seduce him and marry him. That she didn’t want me to live poor all my life, not knowing what it was to not worry about not having enough money to pay all the bills at the end of the month.”

“So, that’s what you did” grunted Jumin, crossing his arms.

“Let me finish, please” MC asked. “Jumin, I’m not marrying you for your money. Let me finish my story, but you need to understand this more than anything. That’s not why I’m marrying you. I didn’t even want to get married in the first place!”

Jumin raised his eyebrows in surprise. MC covered her face with her hands.

“Shit, I’m only making it worse. I’m sorry, I-”

“There’s nothing to discuss here, then” he said, picking up the documents from the table and getting up. MC stood up in front of him quickly, preventing him to leave the kitchen.

“No. No! You’re going to listen to me. You owe me that, at least”.

“I don’t owe you anything”.

“Listen to me!” she pleaded, raising her voice, her eyes filling with tears. “Listen to me. Yes, that was her plan for me but I turned fifteen and decided I didn’t want to become anyone’s wife or depend on anyone. I didn’t want anyone to leave me like they left my mom! So I started studying, got a scholarship to a good university, graduated with honors. I was in between jobs when I joined the RFA. I wasn’t looking for anything. So yes, I didn’t want to get married and then I met you!” she cried.

MC’s face was now full with tears, messing up her make-up. She took another deep breath and wiped her face with the back of her hand. Jumin’s expression softened and embraced her, burying his face on her hair. The soft strawberry aroma broke his heart, how could have he thought this woman, who had shown nothing but love to him was capable to feign that love because she only wanted money?

“But you changed my mind” MC kept talking, her face against his suit. “You changed my mind about wanting to spend the rest of my life with someone. It was not about they money, it was never about the money” she softly pushed Jumin away and looked up at him. “I don’t care. It’s okay, I’ll sign anything”.

“Sign?” Jumin asked, confused.

“Yes, those are from a prenup agreement, right?” she said, looking at the documents Jumin still had in his hand. “C’mon, it’s okay. I’ll sign them right now, I don’t care”.

She took the documents from Jumin before he could stop her. Right when he was about to take them back from his fiancée, her face changed drastically.

“Is this… my bank account?” she asked softly.

“MC, give them back” Jumin said, taking a step forward, but she took a step back.

Her eyes went back and forth the documents, searching through the pages she had in hand. She noticed Jumin trying to get them back, so she quickly walked to the living room. The information on them was correct, but why on Earth did he need to see all of this information? Was this about the comment he had overhead? Why did he-- Before she could comprehend what was happening, she saw a face she hadn’t seen in a long time. She didn’t recognize him at first, but after reading his first and last name -her last name-, there was no mistake.

She stopped, letting Jumin take the documents back from her. If Jumin was talking she couldn’t hear him anymore. Everything had gone silent in her head.

She startled a bit when she felt a hand on her shoulder, shaking her softly.

“MC, my love. Say something, I’m sorry, I--...”

“My dad had more kids?” she asked, in a broken voice. Jumin looked at her, furrowing his eyebrows.

“You didn’t know?”

“No, I… I haven’t heard from him since he left us. I didn’t know… He had more kids?”

MC walked to the sofa and sat down, still trying to process what she had learnt, tears falling down her cheeks in silence. Jumin sat by her side and put an arm around her shoulders, not knowing what to do. He hated himself for making herself feel like that. Her face showed how broken she was, how much weight the news had had for her.

Jumin hugged her, putting her small frame against his chest. He muttered countless apologies. Seven was right. He shouldn’t have dug up information that wasn’t his. He had hurt her more than he thought he could. MC cried in silence for a couple more minutes before she raised her head again to look at him.

“Why do you have this?” she asked, her hand grabbing his shirt and looking at him confused. “Why do you even have this information, I-- I don’t--... Was it too hard to just ask me? Would you have believed what I just said if it didn’t match up with these things?” she looked at the documents Jumin had left on the couch.

“I’m sorry” Jumin said, not counting how many times he had said that already. “I panicked. You know how many times my father has wanted me to marry someone that only wanted me for my money or my position at C&R. I… I certainly didn’t think this through. I’m sorry, I really am. There’s no excuse. I was scared, but I didn’t act like a man. I had no excuse to look into your family history, none”.

MC looked at the dark eyes of his fiancé and sighed. She pursed her lips and took his hand in hers, squeezing it softly.

“I’m still mad at you” she said, her voice a little hoarse from crying. “And hurt. But I’ve already talked to my therapist about this thing with my dad so… I’m hurt, yes, but honestly… it’s water under the bridge, now. I don’t want to talk about him. What I really want… no, I really need my fiancé to bring me a cup of tea and stay with me tonight. You think you can do that?” she asked.

“Yes, I can” Jumin nodded and stood up quickly, grabbing the documents from Seven’s investigation and crumbling them in his hands.

“Wait, one more thing” she said and Jumin turned to her, expectantly. “You need to trust me, okay? I may not be always the best wife once we get married. But I will always tell you the truth. I meant what I said before, I will sign a prenup so please call your lawyers and tell them to prepare one for you, okay? Can we do this together?”

“No” Jumin said, turning around and making his way to the kitchen. MC felt a sharp pain on her chest.

“What do you mean no?”

“We’re not getting married with a prenup. I trust you. Even though tonight’s events may make you think otherwise, I do. And I want you and everyone to know that. So we’re not getting married with a prenup” Jumin explained from the kitchen. MC chuckled as she heard the sound of the electric water boiler starting.

“Okay” she muttered with a soft smile.

They were days away from the wedding. But somehow, instead of making her more anxious, it made her feel calmer. Jumin was going to mess up again. And someday, she would be the one to mess up. But if they could still find a way to love each other at the end of the day, maybe it was a good idea to get married after all. Honestly, she would have agreed to sign a prenup if Jumin had asked. She knew it wouldn’t have been for personal reasons, but mostly to protect C&R and all the years of work Chairman Han had given the company. But if he was willing to show her how much he trusted her by going against it and refusing the idea that she signed it, it definitely showed how much trust he was willing to show her.

MC saw Jumin coming back from the kitchen with a cup of tea and a bag of her favourite biscuits. She smiled and patted the spot next to her in the sofa.

They could do this. She knew they could.

#mystic messenger #jumin han #mysme #mysme jumin #jumin x mc #jumin x reader #mystic messenger fanfiction #fanfiction

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divinerulerluvr · 4 years ago

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46, 59, 60, for the angst/ fluff prompt if you don't mind 🖤

I love this idea so i did it with Jim from Tribes of Palos Verdes since i’ve never done one about him :) I feel like i’m posting a lot but i’ve been super bored lately.

46- “dance with me”

59- “is this okay?”

60- “you look like you need a hug” /// I had always hated living here. I hated the rules and regulations of Palos Verdes. I hated the soccer moms and the snobby rich kids. The only people who made it better were Jim and Medina Mason.

The Mason’s were relatively new to the town. The newest people we’ve had in a while, actually. Jim and i would sit on the roof of my house by my bedroom window to stargaze as we share a joint.

Medina and i surfed together. Jim was there sometimes but i feel like recently he’s been laying back on it.

Tonight we were doing this stupid chairty type thing to raise money to use for repairing damages around the neighborhood. They do these a lot. Once every few months. I’ve never been very social so i’d just sit on the lawn outside and ignore the loud music and obnoxious laughter.

I wouldn’t be going if it weren’t for my parents, to be honest. I dress up in a yellow sundress that has a flowy skirt and a relatively tight bodice. The straps were thin and the neckline showed a lot of my chest which included my terrible tan lines. I put on some sandals and minimum makeup.

I kept my hair down like always and headed out of the house as. I get into the car with my mom and dad and we leave for the charity.

The drive was short and we were five minutes late, of course. I get out hesitantly and head inside with them. I usually stick around for like twenty minutes before i chose to go to the lawn.

“Smile, dear,” my mom whispers as we enter. I roll my eyes and ignore her. I split way with them and go to the refreshments table. I pour some punch into my cup, hoping it’s spiked with something strong.

I take a sip and smack my lips to find any trace of alcohol. But there’s none.

“Disappointed?” A voice asks from beside me. I jump a little, turning to meet Jim’s bright blue eyes. I chuckle softly, sipping at it more. “A little, yeah,” i answer honestly. Jim smiles that signature smile.

“I like your dress. Very bright unlike your usual dark tones,” he compliments, his eyes on my dress. “Says the guy who’s never worn anything stylish,” i tease back. He chuckles, a wide smile on his lips.

I start to walk away and feel him follow me. I sit down at one of the empty tables, crossing legs as i lean back. He sits in the chair next to me, his eyes trained on mine. “I haven’t seen you around lately,” he says, pulling a flask out from his pants pocket and pouring some into my cup of punch.

I smile, silently thanking him for the spike. I sip from the cup, feeling that strong fire roar down my throat. “Fuck, what is this?” i ask him, coughing slightly.

“I like to call it ‘The Jim Special’,” He smiles proudly, pouring some into his own cup and drinking it. He coughs too. “I just mixed a shit ton of my dad’s stash and got this. Works wonders for the night but the next morning…” he takes a shuddery inhale. I laugh, sipping at the spiked punch.

The upbeat music switches into a slow song. The couples on the dance floor pull each other close and i find myself watching them with a desperate look. I loathe them. But i want to be one of the girls who are held like that.

Jim must’ve noticed because he stands in front of me, one hand extended out for me. “Dance with me,” he says. I chuckle shortly, but stop when i realize he’s serious. I shrug lazily and grab his hand with him. “It’d be an honor, Jim Mason,” i smile as i stand.

He smirks widely as he heads me to the dance floor. I take my right hand and rest it on his shoulder lightly. My left hand is closer to the back of his neck, my fingers playing with the hair on the nape of his neck.

His warm hands go to rest on my hips. I tense up a little, unused to such an intimate touch. He instantly notices and lightens his touch. “Is this okay?” he asks lowly, his voice sending vibrations through me as he speaks.

I nod, biting my lip. His hands get more comfortable on my hips as our eyes meet. We sway slowly back and forth to the beat of the song, his eyes never wavering from mine. Which, i’d usually hate but his eyes are so hypnotic and just ethereal.

I move my left hand to the side of his head, running my fingers through his loose hair. He smiles softly, melting into my touch instantly. He must be touch starved too. His thumbs rub absentminded circles on my hips, soothing any nerves i may have been feeling.

“This feels nice,” i whisper softly, closing my eyes and inhaling slowly. He smells of fancy cologne but he has the perfect amount on. Unlike middle school boys who run around smelling like they bathed in Axe body spray.

I move my hand back down to where it was at the nape of his neck. He brings his hand up, stroking my cheek softly. His fingers barely grazing my skin as he runs them along my cheekbone.

I smile softly mostly to myself, relishing in the warmth of his hand. “Has anyone ever told you how pretty you are, y/n?” he asks, his voice low and filled with admiration. I shake my head in response, not daring to lie to him. “Well… you, sweetheart, are the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen,” he finishes, his hand cupping my cheek.

I feel myself blush, heat rushing to my face. He smiles down at me, his icy blue eyes flickering between my eyes and lips. He leans down and kisses me softly. His kiss so careful and passionate. I kiss back, my hands wrapping around his neck.

As the song fades out, he pulls from the kiss. He rests his forehead against mine, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly. “God i’ve wanted to do that for weeks,” he whispers softly. I chuckle, pulling from him and running my fingers through his hair.

“Of course you were,” i joke back. We step back from each other, our hands falling back to our sides. “Wanna go out and watch the stars? It’s what i usually do as my parents socialize,” i suggest. Jim, of course, nods. I lead him to my favorite spot and we lay in the perfectly cut grass.

We watch the stars for a good hour, only to be interrupted by my mother. “Y/n! We’re leaving!” my mom calls from the building. “Okay, be there in a second!” i call back. Jim and I stand. Our eyes meeting. I feel myself falling in the void that is his eyes.

He takes a step to me and hugs me. The gesture wasn’t something he did too often, but when he did, i loved it. I hug back, resting my head against his chest. When he pulls away, he’s smiling widely. “Sorry but you looked like you needed a hug,” he says.

I laugh softly and shrug. “Your hugs are always appreciated, Jimmy,”

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i didn’t proof read this because I'm tired so excuse any mistakes <3

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@guiltyfiend @jimmason @1-666-coven @theneverendinghunger

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khhunniewriting · 6 years ago

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You Were Mine

Kiseok licked his lips out of habit. He couldn’t believe how he was just thinking of you a second ago and now there you were, a few feet away from him. Your appearance brought a lightness in his step that he hardly noticed he had followed you into a store he had no business going in.

It had been years since he called you his.

He kept a distance, not say a thing just content with having you within his reach. Watching the unassuming look on your face as you carried on your tasks brought a hint of nostalgia. The way you constantly tucked and untucked your bangs from behind your ear still made him chuckle.

It wasn’t until you smiled that he felt the need to get your attention. “Y/N,” he called out your name wary you might not acknowledge him.

The bottle of perfume you had been reaching for was quickly forgotten when you heard a familiar voice. A voice you could never forget. “Kiseok,” you happily exclaimed before your eyes had even landed on him.

Oh, how his heart raced to hear his name leave your lips.

Unable to resist, you raised your arms to hug him.

Kiseok happily returned the hug and held you for an abnormally long time. this wasn’t just a friendly hug, this was a hug that showed how much two people could miss each other... an embrace between long lost lovers. “I haven’t seen you in a long time,” he spoke into your hair.”

“I would say the same but you’re famous so I see you on tv all the time.” You laughed knowing it wasn’t the same as this. “But it has been a while since I see you for myself.”

Reluctantly you both let go when you remembered you were in a public place. The last thing you wanted was for someone to spot you two. It would be quite the article. Simon D reunites with the ex who broke his heart or something like that.

He awkwardly held the back of his neck realizing he hadn’t thought of what he would do after he got your attention. The two of you dated for three years, he knew everything about you. There had to be something he could say that would let him stay with you longer.

Thankfully you came to the rescue with an excellent idea.

“Do you want to get coffee?”

It was early in the day, the mall was always rather empty until the afternoon. You figured it would be fine and he did too.

The two of you settled into a table farthest from the windows and counter to lessen the chances of being seen.

“So,” you began with a sigh. “What have you been up to? I mean- I know professionally what you’ve been up to. I saw you on Show Me The Money and everything but outside of work.”

He blushed and gained confidence when you admitted to keeping up with his career. “I don’t do much outside of work these days.”

You nodded remembering how much fun it was to be in a room full of AOMG artists. All those personalities in one room made it feel much less like work and more like a fun outing with friends, which is exactly what they were. A group of friends who enjoy making music.

“I took a break to be with my family.”

His family, you remembered his parents. They were both such nice loving people. You had been treated like a daughter since day one and missed their encouraging words of wisdom. “How are your parents?”

“Good,” he forced himself to smile knowing he couldn’t really tell you how they missed you. It would only make things awkward.

His mother missed having you around to impress with her cooking. His father still referred to you as his daughter when he would hear your voice on the radio. Perhaps he could mention that? “My dad still listens to your radio show.”

“It’s not my show,” you laughed. He knew that you only came on every other day for a special segment but you also knew that his father didn’t care. If you were on it he would call it your show.

“He always makes his friends listen to his daughter’s show.”

Your smile dropped and faded as your chest tightened. “I’m honored that he still thinks of me fondly but-”

“Sorry I shouldn’t have-”

“No, it’s fine. I could never ask him to stop but I’m sorry if it bothers you.”

“Why would it bother me?”

“Well...” you shrugged. “It can’t be easy for your new girlfriend to hear.”

“She never met them.”

“Oh, I see.” You looked away biting down on your bottom lip. The tension was palpable between you two. The conversation had regrettably turned sour as you thought of your final argument with Kiseok. It had been two year since then but you could still feel the cracks in your heart.

Two years ago he had accused you of cheating with the real host of the radio show you appeared on. He had no basis for it, he was simply a victim of jealousy.

The show was an early morning radio show. You would get up and leave in the middle of the night to drive to the broadcast station. There were tons of preparations that needed to be made before going on air.

Kiseok also worked strange hours. Sometimes he wouldn’t get home until three in the morning. By then you were already gone and his mind took him to a dark place. He wondered if you were even there, to begin with. His mind wandered to the idea that you perhaps left early to be with that other man. Work would be a great cover-up.

But you were innocent.

There was no one else but Kiseok.

You loved him with all your heart until he went off on you. He yelled profanities over and over asking you to confess. He yelled so loud you feared the neighbors would soon complain but suddenly it stopped when he decided to make a confession of his own.

Kiseok confessed he had cheated on you twice with the same woman throughout your three-year relationship. Once was when you had first started dating, he didn’t know back then if he was in love or if the relationship with you would become serious. When it did he didn’t see her anymore.

The second time was the day before the argument. He had been able to cover up his mistakes so he wondered if you did the same.

He was a hypocrite.

A hypocrite, who sadly, you still loved.

“I thought you two were going to get married.” After your third year anniversary, he had started talking about marriage. He wanted to get married before he was too old to run around with his own children.

Kiseok sensed you had thought back to the stain in your relationship. He was ashamed of what he did. There would never be an apology good enough to make you realize how sorry he was for hurting you.

The stream of tears that ran down your cheeks was incredibly vivid in his mind. He hurt you beyond repair. There was no way for him to salvage the only relationship he ever envisioned lasting the rest of his life.

“I never even considered marrying her.”

You fiddled with your fingers underneath the table gathering strength to continue. “I always waited to hear an announcement.”

“I can never get married.”

“Why not?”

“I lost my chance,” he sighed before drinking from his mug to hide the fact that he was getting emotional.

It hurt to see him this way.

Even if he hurt you, you would never wish to hurt him.

“Don’t give up Kiseok.” Your hands went to his as you tried to assure him that there were still plenty of women out there. “You’re Simon D, there’s a line of women waiting for you to look their way. Each one better than the next.”

“No one is better than you.”

“Kiseok-” you let go of his hands.

“I love you Y/N, I always have and always will.” He reached out this time and held your hands in his. “I regret it all because I know if I never said anything we would be happy together. We would have gotten married and maybe even have a family by now.”

“Ki-s-” you couldn’t take it anymore. Tears welled up your eyes until they were running down the corners.

That was something you thought about too.

Had that argument never come up you would still be with Kiseok. there was no doubt in your mind. You would have married him and birthed his children, however many he desired.

But it did happen.

Your reality was now another.

Kiseok wiped your tears although he had some of his own. “I didn’t want to make you cry again.”

“It’s okay.” It really was. “I needed to let it all out eventually.” For months now you had a knot in your throat that needed to come undone. Looking down at your left hand you could see the simple unassuming gold ring with inexpensive opal gems. “Ever since I got engaged I felt I needed to calm the aching of my heart.”

Kiseok’s eyes widened as you pointed out the ring.

You always wore multiple rings on your fingers. This one looked no different than the rest of them. The ring he would have bought for you would have been much louder.

His heart sank as the hope he had built up in the past hour was taken from him.

After drying your tears you finally took a sip of your untouched coffee. “I still love you Kiseok but it’s not the same love as before. You were my longest, deepest relationship- and probably will always be.”

Kiseok nodded, “But you’re marrying someone else?”

You nodded, the guy wasn’t rich or famous. He was a sweet simple guy who loved you. A ring could never reflect that. “He can never replace or fill the void you left behind. I mean you’re Jun Kiseok aka Simon D!” You giggled knowing he loved when you made a big deal of who he was. “But, every day he makes me feel loved.”

“If you don’t love him more than me then why?” Kiseok didn’t know what came over him but he was overwhelmed with a desire to win you back.

It was hard to make him realize it but it was the new reality for both of you. You two no longer belonged together.

“I’m pregnant Kiseok.”

-end-

A/N: Raise your hand if you’re crying (T^T)/

#khh scenarios #aomg scenarios #simon d scenarios #khiphop scenarios #simon dominic scenarios #kiseok scenarios #jung kiseok scenarios #khh #AOMG #simon d #simon dominic #ssamd #ssam d #kiseok #jung kiseok #khh fanfiction #khh imagines #khh fanfic #khh fic

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peytonains · 5 years ago

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( madelaine petsch ⊹ twenty-two ⊹ cis-female ⊹ she/her ) is that PEYTON AINSWORTH i see over there? huh. last time i heard, they live in FAIR LANE and are an EVENT PLANNER. people are starting to notice that they were actually a SECRET HOOK-UP to nate beauchamp. i also heard they’re afraid of AUTHORITY? interesting. anyway, lets hope they can survive what’s to come….. penned by haley, 20, she/her, est.

about

peyton hasn’t live in rosefield all of her life. in fact she is one of the town’s newer residence. she moved there a little under a year ago with her mom and sister.

* peyton was born and raised in san francisco in a neighborhood called pacific heights, commonly known as billionaire’s row.

* her mother is from the town but in fear of being a townie, she went to san francisco and never looked back until now.

* she was born into wealth, her father owning a chain of five star hotels for as long as she could remember. she spent a ton of time in the beautiful hotels her father owned, learning her work ethic from him. her father was stoic man who put more value on a dollar than substantial relationships with his family. your typical rich dad.

* her mother was a trophy wife, spewing meaningless side projects like perfume lines and eye shadow palettes that enviably made their way into departments stores alike.

* peyton’s fondest childhood memories was helping set up for the weddings in the hotels. watching the flowers be arranged, the chairs be strategically placed, the wait staff setting the champagne flutes. this lead to her taking an interest in doodling wedding dresses and small flower arrangements.

* she has a small wildflower tattoo going along the curve of her breast that she drew, fun fact.

* when she was five, her little sister was born. the two grew up inseparable, running amuck in their house together, pranking the nannies but most importantly: ice skating. there were obviously no ice rinks in california naturally but their nanny would take them to an indoor skating rink for lessons. peyton and audrey were quite good skaters.

* in high school, peyton won a ton of awards in art contests and even got scholarship to attend art schools across the country. her dad insisted there was no money in being artist, he urged her to take over and be a hotel tycoon like him. peyton and her father fought a lot towards the end of high school about this but at the end of the day, she was her fathers daughter and was stubborn.

* she attended rhode island school of art and design, earning a degree in interior design and a minor in illustrator. after graduating, she returned home and expected to have a job in the hotel that could suit her.

* as she expected, her father got her a job in his business planning the events and having creative control over how each other ballrooms looked as well as the lobbies. working in close quarters with her father made their relationship grow quite strong. the two did everything together and suddenly their stoic walls were crumbling, only for each other.

* this was until one night when police knocked on the door of their home late at night and arrested her father for laundering money and other organized crimes. this broke peyton’s heart and forced her to become cold to the world once more.

* in fear of their family name being slaughtered, peyton’s mother sold the hotel and assets to the highest bidder and moved back to her home town.

* peyton was definitely not born for the suburban life style but she enjoys being close to her grandparents and loves all the opportunities for her work.

* she lives in a wealthy neighborhood In rosefield. her home is the closest thing to having a mansion that rosefield has to offer, a very old money feel.

nate:

* when peyton moved to rosefield before the first murder occurred, she didn’t have many friends. she’d mostly hang out with her family.

* about a month in, she downloaded tinder the way any lonely 22 y/o would.

* her and nate hooked up several times but peyton didn’t want any of the high school drama that came with sleeping with an eighteen year old so she wanted to keep it secret.

* the two would swim in her pool and talk for hours about life. he’s the only person in rosefield that knows how her family is rich or knows about her dad.

* the girl suppressed any blossoming feelings for nate despite the likelihood they both had feelings.

* peyton has becoming a known face in the nate beauchamp tragedy because she has organized every event in his honor. fundraisers, swim-a-thons at the community pool, and so on.

* nobody knows about peyton and nate’s relationship besides thempersonality / fun facts:

perfectionist!! detail oriented!!

the problem child bc her sister is an angel

big bitch but has a heart sometimes

super afraid of cops because of her father’s arrest, super paranoid driver, gets shaky around authority. prob makes her look suspicious

will literally come over and marie kondo ur entire life

evil genius and luvs revenge

a legit psycho when it comes to loving people like has hacked her exes phones even though she seems calm and collected on surface level

will force u to watch home videos of her skating and u will watch

don’t ask to see her sketch books she will blush and change the subject

could ruin your life

wanted connections (more wanted connections & plot drops)

a no homo friendship: a really close female friendship that peyton has a crush on the other and is super flirty towards them but acts like she doesnt have feelings for them bc fear of rejection and like acts she’s joking (but maybe it’s one sided/unrequited or maybe it’s mutual???)

clients: people she’s planned events or is going to plan events for

partner in crime: someone who is just as crazy as she is and they do the absolute most together PSYCHO BESTIES

fwb!! guys gals non binary pals, peyton’s a hoe & a freak

someone who thinks she killed nate, the reasoning is rly up to you

#bio #rosefield:intro

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myheartbeatskids · 5 years ago

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So Declan loved me and we talked about science and lab babies and clones and all that. So He told me he loved me because i was the first person to really really listen and understand as opposed to being the one to teach.

And so he had understood what he was taught then developed and built upon it correctly with help from his own brain and God. And del Muerte whom helped me understand as well cause that shit was mind blowing.

So he asked me to have his soul mate. To give birth to her.

And I was pretty much dragged out and Declan ran the show after that.

I agreed but it was more like a thing where i had to focus and talk instead of fainting.

So Matt actually helped to implant because I have an upturned uterious and so things like that are painful because of the rigidity and non flexible as i need materials used while Jeremiah comforted and helped me relax.

So then essentially i was kidnapped.

Declan is part clone and part Neanderthal.

Annabelle is part clone and part Neanderthal.

So some of us from Michael Jackson's boarding school --- although I wasn't i stayed there alot on my own. So i was part of it, unofficially as i am a civilian doing military shit now. --- have clones in a laboratory. But they are miniature human size as they are kept in barbie size containers.

Since Declan was a clone Jesse gave permission to make, they said i should use a clone.

It took 5 eggs until Declan approved the child that would be created in the embryo. Del Muerte communicated to us what God said.

Most males get their soul mates at age 7. Declan was only 2 years old. So God hadnt had enough experience to program or create his perfect soulmate.

So it just so happened it was 2 years of plus 5 embryos which makes the year 7 while added together.

So when Annabelle was born Declan came to get me and her but my now ex-husband got me all fucked up and i had amnesia and all that and i remember the power struggle type issues while signing the birth certificate which is why i get child support as my ex swore bla bla bla and signed papers to those statements but I was all "Dude while he's signing let's run!" Because he pissed me off during that time and i was all no hes wrong and all... But I guess I was scared of him or his aura csused me confusion or Idk. I remember feeling sick.

So craziness. We are 16 years late. And unfortunately yet fortunately a lot of research was done and i have a lot of government apology money coming my way. Which i don't have yet.... But soon.

This is Cambria AvaLynn named after Alexis Dejoria.

Because Matt's parents were into hiding, they named him after a mat. A common object so in case of ESP feom the people they hid from they would think "welcome mat" like welcome to travel with us son named Matt. Welcome to eat at the dining table, Matt. Well, come, Matt.

So came or come because i would always want to see Matt so I would say "You came!!!" When i saw him and hug him and he would say "welcome"

And Bria after me.

Turning the x into a v (for Victory) and Lynn as in the 80s most of my friends on the military base i lived on has Lynn as their middle names. So to remind me she is a friend.

She's my child that was ectopic due to the sponges Jamie & Doug Otis found and reminded us of. But we went to the hospital because i began to hemmoragge and they were able to save her and her twin.

Then my mom killed her and he died naturally as he was in ICU TO experiment on them being raised/healed as premies temporarily as one within an incubator and the other skin to skin contact. As woman need to be comforted more, we picked Ava to bring home.

They were the first experiment with soul mates being born as twins. Both clones of my and Jeremiah and his being Ava and my being the male Andrew.

Andrew after Jesse... "And he drew" cause he was always drawing beautifully.

And the other clones were of Jesse James and Alexis.

Alexis got kidnapped by her dad and so the story goes... I did too Eventually

Jeremiah's dad helped us as the grandparent in house.

This is Declan.

He told Jeremiah "I'm not the one sitting around waiting with a pouted lip waiting for someone to do it for me. Now i found the woman and go get my kid!!"

Dude WTF I'm not having someones kid... I'm only 21!!

"Now im the man around the house and what I say goes!!! And you are going to have my kid!!"

Dude whatever. So i did dream into the lab with them but... I thought we were just playing and so i agreed and so next thing i knew there was a frozen child ready to be implanted. Thus my ability to be kidnapped so easily...

Cause when a kid is all telling you about clones and labs and shit... And you're hearing voices... that shit is insane. Literally.

So i didn't take it seriously enough.

But Declan is only 19 Now. And my kid is 16.

So it's old enough to have a romantic relationship. To avoid issues i had as a child with social services.

The plan was to have them grow up as friends but also believed it may been too dangerous....

Yet I still don't agree that it was.

However for the last 10 year's I have been working daily for my amnesia to be solved and also saving the world (of NHRA especially) at the same time.

And have earned multiple Nobel Peace Prizes which i have yet to receive.

So working on law enforcement and the military and government, about to break into the public school system and tear that up ;) as a civilian has earned me billions of dollars i have yet to receive....

But i have given away as i can and have bought businesses that I want.

As proof that the government does care about all its people's hopes and dreams they have bought them on my behalf and am gsining bank! And i shop st my own businesses too... Ironically! I been shopping at Loves for nearly a year... went into Speedway a few times now i drive an extra 5 miles just to shop there because i like it more!!

Robert, the shift manager finally told me tonight as I bought all the GIANTS for my Giant 6'7" man. And i turned the ones in Valencia County to Speedway in honor of Aaron and Paul (twins) who wanted to show the dangers of meth and the meth community as they honored me with my idea of how to end Breaking Bad with the movie reel of El Camino (the mother road) of the manner of the psychological reality of life gone wrong.

I freak Robert out... He was worried when he saw me there that I was to audit like a monster, fire everyone and work the cash register and store myself.

So tonight he saw I bought milkshakes (not available at Love's) figured it out and gave me a pack of smokes for free and blurted out why.

So i took all the giants as i always do and fucked them all up and made them better.

So i own them till i make my money back on the businesses and then they get given to who I intended it for... As I do double check they will always be worthy... If not i keep them for me because I was being good snd honest and fair the whole time.

So 360° K i own.

So i only compete with Love's whom I always promised the King's Highway to... You know him... As an old time Western Thug bitch ass womanizer player. Motorcycle Guru. Hot Rod extraordinaire. Texas loving son of a gun. Jesse James Smith! Just kidding... Just regular old ole fogie mad scientist Jesse Gregory Smith. Of West Coast Choppers. Which i own and always have as i put up the money for his business intending to always be in his life and helping him. So my apology... The only one i can ever give as i can't predict the future without help is Love. And he loves everyone and won't let Google tell.

I bought every gas station in the country as we will be switching to electric and hydro electric and non fuel and solar and hybrid autos by 2030. So the previous owners have a nice retirement and no stress. As the storage oil facilities that were shot in Saudia Arabia were actually empty. I own them.

Fossil fuels are actually the blood of dinosaurs and other dead bodies that are converted and broken down and dehydrated by plant life...

I found that out by the eternal bushes burning.. I mean growing... here on the mountain. Tumble weeds otherwise known as thyme. And we found via satellite tons of skeletons by Earth xrays under the bushes and some not as they are closer to the Earth surface. I found a wooly mammoth knuckle bone.

We moved here in 2002 and there was a patch of earth that looked like concrete by the mail boxes and we just drove over them assuming that's what it was.

They were mummified wooly mammoths. Now broken up and scattered all over the desert road.

I would not like my blood which could potentially bring me back to life wasted on a car... For someone to get to a job they hate. So no more. Not from the USA anyways.

One night I was at dinner and i said Obama needs to handle thwt South Dakota pipeline. My dad was all what is he supposed to do? All simple solutions were crap and had an argument. I said "then lie! Tell the American people they are scum! Tell them we opened the pipeline up and the pipes broke and destroyed the precious land that needs to be protected." My dad laughed and i felt kinda stupid for being so angry.

But Uncle Donald heard my point and so thats exactly what he did. Fake news? Its real.

Because he saw the change I made in the NHRA with some lies that laid very close to the truth.

You don't need to believe in reincarnation for it to happen. I didn't until about 6 months ago. But my mom's mom and my great aunt my grandma's sister ... Granny Bessie Heltons 2 daughters did. My grandma explained it to me one night when I was 18 as i had asked my Great Aunt Nita i was closer to but she didn't explain she just said "because i do" And the dictionary explaination i already knew. But my grandma traveled with me like y'all know i do And showed me.

We started in Heaven with only having one human life and having the soul figure of a human that we select. Hers was a teenage body, absolutely beautiful. With her old ass mind and experience. I told her what I wanted was to be a child. A dirty raggedy haired barefoot blonde without a care in the world, feeling smarter than I feel now... Because that is when i was happiest. When i saw i could end pain and suffering with death, when i knew life could escape heart ache, even when evil exist.

And so now on her second cat life with me, as her first caused her kidnapping by the same drug induced psycho piece of shit that arrested and molested Jesse James dog, Coco and her untimely death as I did record in Tumblr. "Sister Kitty" was kidnapped by him, hes in a special jail. He just had his pinkie finger nail and big toe nail removed as he did kidnap Mogar and slice his face and slice Kizzys leg. So in order to understand what he did he agreed to similar punishment as he did to our precious cargo...

Cargo my bitches!

Jesse: No! I only ask!

Me: who do i have to convince?

Jesse: Idk Jeremiah?

Me: Ava who is your dad?

Ava: Idk I guess not Jeremiah?? IDK!! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO TELL!? you all always told me they are both my dad's. Let me ask God. Oh! Jesse! ..... And Jeremiah

Me: your dad is your dad and dad he will always be no matter shine or high water, love will always be there for you and for me. Alexis, do you know that one?

She nods all teary..

Jesse: well did i get loves?!

Me: uhh yes ass hole! We always love you back. What do you want with a gas station with no gas? That's like having a family with out us, most especially me!

Jesse: well it got gas now!!!

Me: well gas up at your local, bring a truck. I got a lot of stuff.

Declan: you hear her? Most especially me! Me! Well, me too, you better pick me up.

Me: Jesse... You ready for Orlando?? I got a Chase bank account with the Princess Castle on the debit card... Just needs a little cash in the account.

Jesse: You Mean You Will Pay!!!

Me: i see that was not a question so that does not deserve a response. But yes. I am suppose to have a wire transfer per last night's discussions that will pay for it.

Jesse: WHOA SHIT!

Me: Jeremiah you down?

Jeremiah: to pay Miss Giant Owner?

Me: uhh I'm Miss Speedyway now. No.. Carry me through times square after some Disney World Fun!

Jeremiah: FUCK YES!! uhh yes thank you for inviting me. I will go

Matt Hagan: look look at this. Im the best friend i even got her kid named after me

Me: Matt Hagan... Looks like you're invited, The Best Friend. In or out of Disney World for the hotel.

Matt: IN!!

Me: youre definitely going you know how to do it right! Pops... You gonna stay home alone with your woman?

Pops: not if i don't have to

M3: you don't

Pops: shit! Oh yeah!

Chuck: what about Cookie!!

Me: you and bring Your comrades I need to talk to

Chuckie: oh Cookies going!

Me: I didn't know he could do the Conga.

Jesse: yes you did!

Me: no wonder it looked familiar.

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dangermousie · 6 years ago

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Some of my favorite bits from ep 2

Granny, upset her grandson ceased to be a vengeance machine for two hot seconds and is actually smiling at a text from Reyyan, goes into her patented “let me make you a candidate for the loony bin by recounting the suffering of your mom” speech. Lady, he’s already 85% ready for bedlam, no need to push for the other 15%.

There is a reason Granny wears all black and hangs out at the cemetery and that is because she is an actual, literal ghoul.

Miran stunned by seeing Reyyan in her wedding dress. Between that and his dancing with her, he is such a goner when he allows himself to forget crazy granny. Maybe someone should deprogram him, like they do with cult members.

You know, even leaving aside what happens afterward, that’s an awfully crappy wedding night. Fancy car breaks down (which wtf), they are stuck freezing and walking, and they finally consummate it in some dingy place. Plus, Miran, torn between ”OMG MY COLD BYRONIC HEART BEATS FOR THE FIRST TIME” and “Must avenge my Mom’s dishonor through some seriously weird means” alternates between dreamboat and serial killer. Frankly, it’s just as well for his plan that Reyyan is so sheltered, naïve, old-fashioned, and desperate to leave her family’s home. Any woman not all four of those things, would sense something is way wrong long before. Still, there were a number of adorable scenes once he allowed himself to forget wtf he was there for.

You are in love, Granny’s Revenge Zombie, so put breaks on your crazy plan before you hurt yourself pretty damn badly.

The way he was eyeing her, I became pretty sure the sex was 20% revenge plan and 80% all my blood went down below and I cannot think with the brain that’s in my head but the other one.

I was laughing at her attempts to get to know him (which is why marrying a dude you’ve known for a week is a bad idea). He has no favorite food because he doesn’t care what he eats, he has no favorite song because he doesn’t listen to music and his favorite color is black. Nah, really? You, sir, are a catch! I especially laughed when he said he had a normal childhood. Sure, everyone is raised by a lunatic granny who tells them about murder/rape of their parents and plans to use them as an instrument of bizarre vengeance. Totally ordinary, nothing to see there. No wonder he finally stopped her questions.

OK, a grudging point to Miran for the fact that at least he appears to have made her first time lovely for Reyyan as she is smiling like a cat who has just got into a bowl of cream. However, any time granny’s instructions and/or thoughts of his mom’s rape are any part of sexual hijinks, the dude needs to seriously see both a sexologist and a shrink because that way leads some bizarre letters to advice columns.

You, Sir, are an utter scumbag. And the irony is, if he only played it straight, he could have had an ideal wife for him - gorgeous, loving, worshipping the ground he walks on because he took her from her hellish home, not saying a cross word because she’s been brought up old school. Idiot.

As revenge, not only is it despicable, it’s kinda dumb. Even if we disregard the fact that she married him with the blessings of her father and head of clan (and in fact they arranged it) and in front of a ton of witnesses, so nobody can blame her even under some crazy patriarchal views, because it’ s a show so we will have mega drama, fine. He devirginized her under false pretenses. Her fam, being the way they are, (and if her dad was the way he thinks dad is), can just kill her, wipe the honor clean and move on, a la the people in Sila. Some revenge on that fam.

Also, dude, you are leaving her in the literal middle of nowhere with no money and only her wedding dress for clothes. I hope someone sets your hair on fire. I did love that even lying there, she was basically vowing revenge and he was all supposedly victorious but bawling. I want his tears to never stop until his despicable self drowns in them. I like few things more than a narrative about a dude losing his mind from guilt and repentance.

Snivel, Miran, snivel.

Enjoy your horrible future to the hilt.

#hercai #Turkish tv

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bezgoesboo · 5 years ago

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–– m i c t a p ! “ an’... ohp ! we’re live ! ”

r u s t l e r u s t l e . . .

“ well, if you’re listenin’, welcome to another episode of witchin’ hour, in which i’ll do a real valiant job of wastin’ your precious time.

we got the tunes, we got the loons, and the night’s fresher than a pack of fuckin’ mini mart twinkies. yep. i’m bez. whaddya say we get jinkie with it ? ”

or, alternatively: my name is linc, this is bez holmes, and i hope you brought your schnazziest seatbelts ‘cause, oh bud... you’re in for quite the trip.

( timothee chalamet, ghost, he/him & cismale ) is that ( another one bites the dust ) by ( queen ) playing? guess ( killian beelzebub holmes)’s comin’ in hot! heard folks say the ( twenty three ) year old ( local radio host ) was at the thanksgiving fair, ( throwin’ darts at the balloon wall with his buds ) when chaos ensued. during the glitch, ( he was killed by one of his best supernatural pals he was tryin’ to talk down while everyone else was bookin’ it to the woods, but ain’t the faintest clue he’s dead… yikes ).

b a c k g r o u n d . . .

the autumn of 1959 brought the youngest holmes sibling into existence and knocked out their mother in one fell swoop. killian beelzebub holmes was born to mr. holmes and his late wife at precisely 3:33am just before an uncharacteristically frosty dusk.

mrs. holmes chose the name killian long before her second-born ever killed her, so... heh ! joke’s on her ! bez’s pops didn’t have the heart to call him *cough* er, killian, so the family settled for the next best thing so they could still honor his mother’s wishes: beelzebub. except... well. that still was a lil problematic, given the timing of his birth. and callin’ beelzebub on class attendance? not exactly the best look. hence, the nickname bez was born, and he’s been goin’ by it ever since.

bez has an older sister lee and the two are as thick as thieves. growin’ up, they always kept their father on his toes –– wherever the holmes kids go, trouble follows.

mr. holmes served as county sheriff until he was killed by his second wife when bez was 13 and lee was 14. lee went back to art school after the local police department covered up the bear out as a fuckin’ armed robbery gone wrong. lee ‘n bez were sworn to secrecy, but nothin’, not even authoritative men in police badges, can erase the image of stepmonster slashin’ dad to bits and lettin’ him fall face first into a plate of spaghetti.

bez never liked stepmonster to begin with, but killin’ their dad was the kicker. lee returned to art school and bez struggled to keep the peace in the household. the bitch stepped up the loving stepma act until a year later, when she wigged out again ‘n landed him in the hospital for a couple days. after that, lee returned home, ‘n it was officially holmes vs. mama bear.

movin’ out was the dream, but unfortunately, mr. holmes overextended when he bought this nice shiny new house for his new wife ‘n kids; most of his insurance money went to getting the house out from underwater, ‘n the rest went to funeral expenses. so... the kids were kinda stuck with her. still are.

bez never let himself be stupid enough to dream ‘bout leavin’ letum falls. he likes it here. he’s got his people. throughout school, he romped ‘round with the cool kids. hung out with all the supernaturals. in fact, you’d be hard pressed to find bez holmes chillin’ ‘round anyone who’s actually human. contrary to his sister, his father’s death didn’t turn him off from supernaturals –– if anythin’, it made him desperate to prove to himself just what a wildcard stepmonster was.

after high school graduation, bez pestered his way into workin’ at the local radio station. what started as a simple soundboarding gig morphed into hostin’ his very own show, the witchin’ hour, on which he talks about letum falls’ spooky happenings and engages with live callers. he’s got a sleep with me bit –– callers name celebrities, fictional characters, or even existing locals bez has to seduce via song and cheesy pickup lines. basically, the whole show’s a hangout with bez –– more often ‘n not, he’s high as a bird. so the witchin’ hour’s got itself a steady cult of listeners. bez loves every second of it.

he’s got a reputation for bein’ sexually ambiguous. he was outcasted pretty young as bein’ a lil... off? never into sports. liked to paint his nails colors sometimes. borrow lee’s shirts. his dad never raised issue with it, but stepmonster definitely had her reservations. still does. bez holmes is a kid some fathers told their sons to steer clear of. for fear of, bez’ll laugh as he tells ya, spreadin’ it around.

labels are for chumps, he’ll tell ya, mid-cigarette drag. size y’up real good. odds are, if you’re attractive ‘n mysterious in some way, he’ll fuck ya. ( not countin’ six months of abstinence in 1980 when he was convinced everyone he fucked wound up dyin’ two weeks later... there were a string of incidental deaths. but honestly, sometimes ? he thinks ‘bout it. )

fuckin’ klutz. yeah, he skateboards. yeah, he looks cool doin’ it. yeah, he’ll even wear his shades while he’s doin’ it at night. but surprise him? make him laugh? he’ll trip over his own two feet.

addicted to cinnamon waffles, enough syrup to drown atlantis a second time. he always haunts the local diner. when he’s not there, he’s likely playin’ pinball or skeeball at the local arcade, or slurpin’ down a rootbeer float and annoyin’ the living shit outta earl at the mini mart.

if it’s illegal? sign him up.

he owns a shit ton of thrifted clothes. lots of chunky jackets, v-necks, rings, necklaces. funky pants. he’s recognized around town by his crazy curls. they’re never tame. he’s always lookin’ artfully disheveled. smirkin’. stealin’ looks.

t h e f a i r . . .

bez was hangin’ out with his supernatural buds ( wanted connections )when all hell broke loose. he was actually makin’ a fool of himself with balloon darts, but he made a ten buck bet he could win a stupid hat.

while everyone else ran, bez tried to talk down one particular friend ( wanted connection ) who was tryna keep themselves from attackin’ him. he got so far as to get ‘em calm, place a hand on their shoulder. lean in to look ‘em in the eye real close.

“ hey man, hey now. listen. y’don’t gotta do this. killin’ ain’t punk, ‘kay? y’hate blood, hear me? i believe in you, ‘n even though you serve killer looks –– you’re not a killer. ”

even in the face of death, this kid fuckin’ joked around, and... basically this friend slashes his throat and ripped his heart out right after bez managed a hopeful smile. talk ‘bout a magical fuckin’ friendship.

lee and dean hollis took bez’s body with them when they fled the scene.

bez woke up a few days later in the woods near the fairgrounds. he wandered ‘n wandered, almost in a sleep-like trance, ‘til he reached dean’s house. walked in, blinked right at the guy. they exchanged words, albeit bitter ones, before bez left and walked on over to the radio station. did his show like normal, like he’d never even died. no memory of the glitch. no nothin’.

heads on over to earl’s mini mart like usual. but earl won’t check him out. earl isn’t hearin’ him. so he fuckin’ leaves with a bag of doritos and a big bottle of mountain dew. runs into his boyfriend, xander chapell. all’s fine ‘n well. he’s overjoyed to see the other male. everythin’s normal.

the next mornin’, he slinks home. finds lee cryin’ in her room. pieces it together and thinks it must be dean hollis. must be ‘cause of that asshole.

c u r r e n t l y . . .

ain’t nobody got the heart to tell this poor kid he died. he’s dead. and since he doesn’t know he’s a ghost ? he thinks wakin’ up near hose weird ass woods, near the fairgrounds ? it’s all a dream. he thinks the worsened insomnia ? ah. that’s just the weather. ‘n when his hand sometimes goes through things ? when people sometimes don’t see him ? some witch is probably havin’ trouble controllin’ their abilities.

stepmomma has a hunch bez’s spirit might be hauntin’ the house. she keeps tryna sage it. tryna figure out what’s gonna help get her stepson to the beyond. ‘cept bez doesn’t know this, and lee’s playin’ damage control.

he’s still so hopelessly in love with xander, but neither of these two goons have actually shared that with one another. it’s all in the looks. the touches. and now... there’s an added bonus that bez is dead –– technically a goner, unless he never resolves whatever’s keepin’ him here. which, y’know. he won’t. ‘cause he’s got no clue.

can he please get a waffle ? now some of the waitstaff won’t serve him at the diner ! the fuckin’ nerve ! it’s really okay because he’s got duffy ‘n georgia there to help him out. but damn. no one’s ever been this cold ‘cause of his off-color humor before. what’d he do ? lord knows.

weird shit’s happenin’. people in town are actin’ strange. something’s up. but then again, somethin’ always is. so bez doesn’t mind it. keeps on hummin’ his stupid tunes. carries on with his show. the radio station producers are scared shitless ‘cause like... this dead kid keeps goin’ on the air. what kinda cruel joke is this, huh ?

c u r r e n t c o n n e c t i o n s . . .

older sister – lee holmes. the holmes kids are revered and feared. always up to somethin’... tragic, what happened to ‘em, but lordie. that dead sheriff raised some weird kids.

low key love of his life – xander chapelle. they started dating a few months ago and bez... never... expected... this. he ain’t the feelings type, no sir. but xander lights somethin’ in him. somethin’ new. yeesh. now you’ve got him all fluttery.

chaos crew – maya shen. partners in crime, in an endless pacman and pinball war. they’ll beat one another’s scores back ‘n forth and back ‘n forth, never ending. bez is fascinated by maya’s family line ‘n all. she’s great to have ‘round, too, when he’s got a hankering for a cig but needs a decent light.

row, row, row your boat the fuck away from me – dean hollis. dude was pretty cool, ‘til y’know... he fuckin’ dumped his feelin’s on lee and skipped town. yeah, football. yeah, nfl. cool beans, huh? what’d he have to go and fuck with his sister’s heart for? and now that he’s back and lee’s actin’ weird... bez knows he’s the cause of it for sure. and he doesn’t like it one bit.

grew up together – georgia duchannes. bez, lee, ‘n georgia all grew up peas in a pod. mr. duchannes took over the role as sheriff because he sniffed somethin’ fishy goin’ on in the department and wanted to protect bez ‘n lee. bez gets a real kick outta georgia, ‘n folks even thought he had a crush on her back in the day. which is hilarious. ‘cause everyone ‘n their mother always knew georgia’d end up with vanetten.

the case he’s gonna crack – teejay vanetten. bez always liked vanetten, thought he was a chill guy, y’know? a lil’ vanilla, but hey. not everyone can be as ace as him. the dude’s always been a lil’ defensive around bez though, ‘cause of georgia. bez thinks it’s funny. plays into it sometimes, just to get a rise outta him. after the glitch, it becomes clear teejay’s goin’ through something not human, so bez is tryna get lee on board to help this guy figure out his shit.

w a n t e d c o n n e c t i o n s .

the best supernatural friend who killed him. bonus points if things get, like. real fuckin’ angsty.

past hookups. bez has gotten around. guys, gals, non-binary pals. sex is sex.

supernatural kool krew. this squad has a runs with wolves kinda vibe. bez might be the glue that holds it together. keepin’ up with supernaturals as a human, though? fuckin’ full time job.

avid radio listeners / callers. i... would love for some routine callers? maybe some peeps he knows from around town who he has ongoin’ banter with on the air?

goofy gays. all the gay vibes, just... we need a power gay squad mmkay?

enemies. i’m sure bez is on a lot of people’s shit lists. he speaks his mind. he goes outta his way to be a nuisance. but he’d just find this whole thing abso-fuckin-lutely hilarious.

music jam peeps. music is a huge part of bez’s everyday life. he listens to bands more than he listens to people. ‘n he dabbles in some musical shit himself. piano, some songwritin’ here ‘n there. nothin’ too major, but it’d be cool to have some pals who also feel as connected to music as him. he does, after all, run a radio show.

post-glitch connections. dude roams ‘round letum falls a lot now. he did before, too, but maybe there are some people who knew of him but didn’t know him before who’re now startin’ to talk with him? ‘cause they can see he’s a ghost, ‘n they feel bad? i dunno. at this point, bez is startin’ to yammer on ‘n on to whoever’s gonna listen. maybe they just see one another in odd ass places. like earl’s mini mart. or the arcade. or maybe this person’s willin’ to speak to someone for him when they’re doin’ that stupid ass ignorin’ game again.

#othqintro #intro.#death tw #homophobia tw #let him be your boo thang !!#jk that's for xander only ; )

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thischairismyhomenow · 5 years ago

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Joker

I must preface this little review with a defense of my honor.

I did not want to pay to see this movie! I didn't!! And I wasn't planning on doing so either! I was going to pirate this shit wait for streaming and I would have, except that a new friend wanted to see it for his birthday and it felt like the wrong time to go on a self-righteous tangent. Especially since (having not seen the film, duh) I didn't know for sure if there was anything to even be self-righteous about.

There was! But honestly? Not as much as I thought. For a film that's been controversial basically since it was announced, it was mostly just boring. Now, I don't have a problem with slow movies. I loved Curon's Roma, for fuck's sake. But boring and slow are different things.

Okay so, spoilers, if I'm even remembering this correctly:

We meet Joker, whose real name is Forever Alone. He is sad because he has a mental illness that makes him laugh at the wrong times, which is kind of like Tourettes I guess. He is also sad because it's the 80s.

Forever Alone goes to see his therapist after being beat up in an alleyway. His therapist asks if any of the seven (seven!!!) medications he's on are helping. I can't remember if he says yes or no, but he's very sad, because his dad is gone and his mom has no boundaries and this is supposed to make us sympathetic to him murdering people later. Did you know a lot of men were raised by single mothers? They should be allowed to do whatever they want because they are sad and angry. Tyler Durdan told me so.

Anyway, Forever Alone hates his job as a clown. He wants to be a comedian someday. He wants Robert De Niro, who is a talk show host, to be his dad. He helps his mother take a bath, which is very creepy and wildly inappropriate and I would rant about how parental enmeshment is actually emotional abuse but that's a post for another time.

Some smug Wall Street guys who are weirdly good at singing attack him on the subway and he (dressed as a clown) kills them. At this point I'm torn, because fuck those guys. I have a glimmer of hope that this movie is about how we should tax the rich. We don't need to kill them!! We don't even need to eat them. But we should tax them.

Forever Alone's therapist's office closes due to lack of funding and he can't get his (seven!!!!) meds anymore. Again I have hope that this movie is about economic inequality and it kind of is for a few minutes. He's sad and I'm genuinely sad too, because Jeff Bozo has too much money.

Next: Forever Alone kills one of his friends from work for being mean. He does not kill his midget friend. Then he finds out baby Bruce Wayne's dad is also his dad! What the fuck!

I almost like this twist except that a little later in the movie we find out that his mom was making it up and he was really adopted. (Or was he??) He's really mad at his mom for lying about it, so he smothers her with a pillow.

He does a standup routine that goes 80s-equivalent-of-viral, so Robert De Niro invites him onto his talk show. Forever Alone, who is now the Joker, kills Robert with a gun on live television. Because father figures will always disappoint you or something. There is pandemonium in the streets. Someone kills baby Bruce Wayne's parents. The Joker is embraced by a big mob of people and smiles a bloody smile and that's the end.

Do I feel bad for the Joker? Yeah, sort of. Do I feel mad at the filmmakers? Also yeah! For one thing, they're just perpetuating the same tired stereotypes about the mentally ill, i.e. that they're dangerous time bombs. Are some people so out of touch with reality that they can't be held accountable for their actions? Yes.

Is that who this movie is for though? No.

Are the majority of people with mental illnesses so out of touch with reality that they can't be held accountable for their actions? ALSO NO.

"Oh, I don't believe in anything." —the Joker

This line is how you know the movie is not actually made for paranoid schizophrenics. Because paranoid schizophrenics believe things VERY deeply. If he had said, "I believe I am God's second son who was cast out of heaven. Follow me," I would be like, okay, yeah, decent portrayal I guess.

"I don't believe in anything," is the line that does tell me, yes: this movie will indeed make incels feel special and validated. They will feel seen! Representation for everybody! Nihilistic edgelords everywhere can watch this movie and say, "SEE. IT'S NOT MY FAULT I'M TERRIBLE. WE LIVE IN A S O C I E T Y."

It's true. We do live in a society. A society that could be improved. What I'll never understand is why this particular type of dude doesn't realize that they could like...do something? And I don't mean shoot up a church. There are a thousand ways to get involved in the bettering of the universe. Sure, if you're depressed AF it's hard to believe that. But you have to try.

I saw this other superhero movie a few years ago, and it started in a similar way — with a weird, scrawny guy getting his ass kicked in an alleyway. This guy had tons of problems too: health problems, money problems, no-dad problems, existential questions of purpose. He didn't really have girl problems because girls completely ignored him.

His name was Steve Rogers.

Think about that.

So I'm not saying the movie is completely terrible, honestly, I just hate that a particular demographic of American Male will walk out of that theater feeling like it revealed some deep truth, when really they are being sold a lie.

You don't have to become a monster just to prove how much pain you're in. You could just like, talk to people. Bad shit is gonna happen. Poverty, abuse, pain, rejection. We can either try to hurt the world or try to save it in response.

#joker #steve rogers #comics #movies #review

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i wish there was more domestic avengers content. I just want them to live at the tower and be a family to each other and maybe actually act like they like each other unlike how they act in the mcu

mcu did us DIRTEEE

-so like could u imagine a sweatshirt hanging off bruce–he got it when he was on the run, didn’t exactly look at the extra-large size, and all of the avengers find it adorable and he looks so at home in it

-natasha and tony have competitions for the most sugary coffee. tony wins, but mainly because he’s been drinking it longer than natasha has and no longer fears if he dies by coffee. natasha wants a more honorable death.

-clint and thor are friends bc they both try hot sauces

-sam and tony??? bonding over shit

-also sam and rhodey and steve are surprisingly good friends bc they’re all low-key (well not steve but he can act it)

-bucky loves trolling people. he always has on his murder face doing mundane things, like knitting or working out.

-thor is a human heater and sometimes if you ask really nicely he’ll wear ur sweater for a time or a blanket and it’ll be warm (pepper and helen and sharon and maria and nat love this function)

-screw mcu in this town both Jarvis and Friday exist and Friday is the little sister who is very mischievous but also very caring (Jarvis pretends like he isn’t overprotective, but he so is.)

-peter and his friends eventually just get adopted into the mix and their families become intertwined with the avengers

-new kidlet superheroes all find their own “avenger”

-no matter what tony tells anyone they all know that he’s a good dad

-maria hill is wickedly funny and can make anyone laugh–including Nick Fury, who basically likes to pretend like nothing except perhaps fate affects him

-hope van dyne and scott lang join the group and provide even more love–they also bring along ava starr, who gets along great! little bit of rough patches, but she loves giving hugs when she’s comfortable around you

-people are soft and understanding and apologize for their actions and try their best to do right by the one wronged and themselves

-sometimes there are ladies’ nights and sometimes there are guys’ night and both are Good

-all of the avengers go to pride parades and paint flags on everyone and steve gets his shield professionally painted the Bi flag and gets Tony Stark to paint his armor in support

-sharon loves braiding people’s hair. She’s the master at it–has been ever since a mission broke her leg and she had to watch a ton of YouTube videos

-shuri, peter, mj, and ned have Ultimate Friendship

-pepper has the best fashion and gets to choose some gala outfits if the avengers do something stupid and they’re all fabulous but also not practical for battle

-all the ladies have their own special force to fight for women specifically and raise money for other ladies

-guys do this too, and also work with local superheroes

-basically everything is LIT as fuck

-all the older ladies mentor the younger ones and have slight mother-daughter or aunt-niece type relationships

-oh fuck when there’s a baby???? bruce and tony are out. done. finished. maria hill is also suspiciously hovering.

-spider-man is known for being a meme and becomes a popular figure on avengers’ twitter accounts

-shuri thinks bruce and tony are hilarious so they’re all over her snapchat and it’s basically bruce fumbling with a beaker, it fizzing, bruce turning blank and going “oh fuck” and tony screaming for a minute or two

or it’s tony engineering something and it goes wrong in the hologram and he’s like “oh damn” and the suit blows up all around him but either way it’s a funny experience

-t’challa isn’t Full Time but he visits and peter gets videos of him messing stuff up to send to shuri

-basically i love this concept and got carried away

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whittlebaggett8 · 5 years ago

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WHERE ARE THEY NOW: The cast of ‘Glee’ 10 years later, Defence Online

“Glee” premiered on Fox in May 2009 and helped launch the careers of the show’s young stars, like Lea Michele (who portrayed Rachel Berry).

The show lasted for six seasons before ending in 2015.

Since then, the cast members have gone on to get married, write books, and release solo music.

Visit INSIDER’s homepage for more stories.

“Glee” lasted for six seasons on Fox and focused on the misfit students at McKinley High School in Lima, Ohio, who found a common interest in a glee club led by Will Schuester (portrayed by Matthew Morrison).

From its start in May 2009 to its conclusion in 2015, the award-winning show featured tons of musical numbers and teenage drama, in addition to the rivalry between Mr. Schuester and Cheerios coach Sue Sylvester (Jane Lynch). At the height of the show’s popularity, Lea Michele (Rachel Berry), Cory Monteith (Finn Hudson), Chris Colfer (Kurt Hummel), and the other young cast members became breakout stars.

Here’s what the stars of “Glee” have been up to.

Matthew Morrison starred as Will Schuester, the leader of McKinley’s glee club..

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Matthew Morrison as Will Schuester on “Glee.”

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He was a former student at McKinley and a member of the glee club in the ’90s. At the start of the show, Will was married to Terri. He later married Emma Pillsbury, the school’s guidance counselor, and they welcomed a son during season five.

After “Glee” ended, Morrison returned to Broadway and guest-starred on a few shows.

He starred as J.M. Barrie in a Broadway production of “Finding Neverland” from 2015 to 2016. You might have also seen the 40-year-old Emmy nominee on “Younger,” ‘The Good Wife,” and “Grey’s Anatomy.”

Morrison hasn’t released any albums since his 2013 one titled “Where It All Began,” but he still performs shows across the US.

In early 2019, Morrison appeared as a dance captain on a competition series called “The Greatest Dancer.”

He’s a real-life father, too. In 2017, Morison and Renee Puente (who he has been married to since 2014), welcomed a son named Revel James Makai.

“We wanted to revel in our child and we were like, Revel, that is just so cool and we will call him Rev for short,” he told “E! News” in October 2017.

Morrison also co-founded a company called Sherpapa, which sells apparel geared toward new fathers.

Jane Lynch portrayed Sue Sylvester, the tracksuit-loving coach of the Cheerios, McKinley’s cheerleading team.

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Jane Lynch as Sue Sylvester on “Glee.”

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She and Will were constantly at odds with each other and Sue often devised schemes to interfere with the glee club. In the end, she left the high school behind and became the Vice President of the US.

Lynch has kept busy by guest-starring on shows, hosting, and performing.

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Lynch hosted NBC’s Emmy-winning game show called “Hollywood Game Night.” In addition, the 58-year-old actress released a holiday album in 2016 called “Swingin’ Little Christmas.”

She recently voiced characters in “UglyDolls,” The Stinky & Dirty Show,” “The Simpsons,” and “Ralph Breaks the Internet.” Lynch guest-starred as a comedian named Sophie Lennon on “The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel,” too.

Lynch also participates in concerts with Kate Flannery (Meredith from “The Office”).

In the fall, Lynch will host an episode of the revamped “Inside the Actors Studio” on Ovation and interview David Oyelowo.

Cory Monteith became a breakout actor for his role as Finn Hudson, a high school football star with a passion for singing.

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Cory Monteith as Finn Hudson on “Glee.”

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He sometimes gave into peer pressure and felt judged for joining New Directions. After the death of Monteith in 2013, his character was killed off. They didn’t reveal that cause of Finn’s death and instead focused on his life and impact.

McKinley’s auditorium was renamed the “Finn Hudson Auditorium” in honor of him.

Monteith died of an overdose in July 2013 at 31 years old.

He was found dead in his Vancouver, Canada hotel room. Later reports stated that alcohol and heroin were found in his system.

In 2011, Monteith spoke about his history of drug abuse during an interview with Parade. He said that at 13 years old, he began drinking alcohol and smoking marijuana. Six years later, he went to rehab.

In March 2013, Monteith admitted himself into a treatment facility for his substance abuse. The following month, he had completed rehab and was photographed in public with Lea Michele.

Monteith’s “Glee” costars have since honored the late actor on the anniversary of his death and on his birthday (May 11).

In May 2019, Morrison posted a heartfelt video on Instagram and said that he ran out of photos to post of Monteith on his birthday. Instead, Morrison and his wife paid tribute by putting together a puzzle of Monteith’s hometown.

“I love keeping his memory alive, and his bright light shining,” Morrison captioned the video. “He inspired so many, including myself. I hope you all embrace the ones you love extra tight this weekend (especially your Moms!), and take some thoughtful moments to remember loved ones passed.”

Lea Michele played Rachel Berry, an ambitious student who had her sights set on becoming famous someday.

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Lea Michele as Rachel Berry on “Glee.”

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By the show’s end, she successfully became a star and Tony winner.

Rachel also had an on-again, off-again relationship with Finn and later married Jesse St. James (played by Michele’s real-life best friend Jonathan Groff).

Michele has released two studio albums, and a third one is on the way.

According to the actress, the album will be released in 2019.

Her debut album, “Louder,” was released in 2014 and included a song dedicated to Monteith called “If You Say So.” The couple reportedly started dating in 2012 until his death in July 2013.

“Listening to it, it’s therapeutic and difficult,” Michele told Billboard of the emotional track. “It will always represent the most devastating thing that’s ever happened to me in my whole life.”

Michele also remains good friends with “Glee” costar Darren Criss, and the two embarked on a joint tour in 2018 called the LM/DC Tour.

In addition to music, Michele also released two books, New York Times Bestseller “Brunette Ambition” (released in 2014) and “You First: Journal Your Way to Your Best Life” (which came out in 2015).

On the acting front, the 32-year-old starred as antagonist Hester Ulrich on “Scream Queens,” which was created by Ryan Murphy. She also played a political advisor named Valentina Barella on the short-lived ABC comedy series called “The Mayor.”

In March 2019, Michele married Zandy Reich, who’s the president of the clothing brand AYR. The actress met Reich at her best friend’s wedding and they went public with their relationship in July 2017.

Chris Colfer portrayed Kurt Hummel, one of the school’s most fashionable and talented students who was able to hit high notes.

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Chris Colfer as Kurt Hummel on “Glee.”

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After graduating high school, he attended the New York Academy of the Dramatic Arts (NYADA) with Rachel.

Colfer is now the author of a best-selling book series called “The Land of Stories.”

The Golden Globe winner released six books as part of the series. In March 2019, Colfer revealed a new book series called “A Tale of Magic.”

Colfer has also appeared on “Hot in Cleveland,” “Julie’s Greenroom,” and “Chopped Junior” (on which he served as one of the judges).

Artie Abrams, played by Kevin McHale, joined New Directions because of a dare, but he came to enjoy being part of the club.

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Kevin McHale as Artie Abrams on “Glee.”

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Artie went to film school and became a director.

After years, McHale will finally be releasing his debut solo EP called “Boy.”

The EP comes out on May 24, 2019. He gave fans a taste of his sound with the track “Help Me Now.”

Speaking to Out in March 2019, the 30-year-old said that during previous years when he hadn’t publicly confirmed his sexuality, he felt pressured to sing about girls or be “less specific” and avoid using pronouns in his lyrics.

“I’m singing about guys so I’m going to talk about guys,” McHale told Out. “I was so unhappy with what I was doing before that whenever I’d think about putting out music again, that’s what would happen. I allowed myself to write and sing freely and these songs came out.”

In addition, McHale co-created an app called +ONE, designed to make it easier for friends to make plans and meet up.

He’s also up for a “Glee” reunion.

“I was talking about it with Amber Riley a couple [of] weeks ago and she said it would be fun,” McHale told People. “She tried to put one together a couple [of] years ago and it didn’t work out. It would be fun to do it and raise money for charity and do a one-off concert.”

Naya Rivera played a Cheerio and New Directions member named Santana Lopez.

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Naya Rivera as Santana Lopez on “Glee.”

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She married Brittany during season six.

Rivera still acts, but she’s also an author and a mother.

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Naya Rivera in Beverly Hills, California in May 2019.

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Most recently, Rivera starred as Collette Jones on YouTube premium’s “Step Up: High Water,” a spin-off of the “Step Up” franchise. She also guest-starred on “Devious Maids” and “American Dad!” and was a judge on “RuPaul’s Drag Race” in 2017.

Rivera welcomed a son named Josey Hollis Dorsey with then-husband Ryan Dorsey in September 2015. The couple got married in Mexico in 2014 but had a messy split in the years following.

In November 2016, Rivera filed for divorce from Dorsey. The following year, she reportedly filed a request to dismiss the divorce. In November 2017, Rivera filed for divorce again after an altercation that resulted in the actress being arrested and charged with misdemeanor domestic battery. The charges were later dropped.

Rivera and Dorsey’s divorce was finalized in June 2018 and the two stars have joint custody of their son.

In her 2016 memoir titled “Sorry Not Sorry: Dreams, Mistakes, and Growing Up,” Rivera shared surprising revelations about her personal life and her time on “Glee.” Rivera said that she had an abortion after her breakup with Dorsey (the two previously dated before splitting and rekindling their relationship years later) and showed up to the set of “Glee” the next day to continue working.

She also opened up about her past struggles with anorexia, her friendship with Monteith, and her relationship with costar and ex Mark Salling.

Jenna Ushkowitz starred as Tina Cohen-Chang, one of the original members of New Directions.

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Jenna Ushkowitz as Tina Cohen-Chang on “Glee.”

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Tina was chosen as the prom queen on season five. By the show’s end, she became an actress and starred in one of Artie’s movies.

Ushkowitz launched a podcast called “Showmance” with “Glee” costar McHale.

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Some “Glee” alum, like Colfer and Amber Riley, have appeared as guests on the podcast. Ushkowitz also had a cameo in Katy Perry’s 2017 music video for “Swish Swish.”

The 33-year-old has a successful theater background, too. In 2016, she starred as Dawn in a Broadway production of “Waitress.” In 2018, “Once on This Island,” which she co-produced, won a Tony Award for best revival of a musical.

Ushkowitz also co-wrote a book released in 2013 titled “Choosing Glee: 10 Rules to Finding Inspiration, Happiness, and the Real You.”

Amber Riley played Mercedes Jones, a confident New Directions member with an impressive vocal range.

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Amber Riley as Mercedes Jones on “Glee.”

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Mercedes went on to join a record label and earn a spot as the opening act for Beyoncé’s world tour.

Riley appeared in the 2018 comedy “Nobody’s Fool,” which starred Tiffany Haddish.

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Amber Riley in New York City in October 2018.

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Riley also guest-starred on “Crazy Ex-Girlfriend,” starred in a holiday movie called “One Christmas Wish,” and portrayed Addapearle in “The Wiz Live!” From 2016 to 2017, she starred as Effie White in a West End production of “Dreamgirls.”

Riley also won season 17 of “Dancing With the Stars” in 2013 with Derek Hough.

In 2019, she reunited with “Glee” costars Ushkowitz, Harry Shum Jr., Heather Morris, and Becca Tobin for an episode of the TBS show “Drop the Mic.”

Heather Morris starred as Brittany Pierce, another Cheerio.

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Heather Morris as Brittany Pierce on “Glee.”

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She seemed to be lacking in common sense, but excelled at math and was called a “mathematical genius.”

These days, Morris keeps busy with acting and dancing.

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Heather Morris in October 2018.

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Morris, a dancer who toured with Beyoncé prior to joining “Glee,” competed on season 24 of “Dancing With the Stars” with Maksim Chmerkovskiy.

In May 2015, Morris married longtime boyfriend Taylor Hubbel in Topanga, California. The couple has two sons, Elijah (born in 2013) and Owen (born in 2016).

Mark Salling played Noah “Puck” Puckerman, who started off as a jock and bully at McKinley.

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Mark Salling as Noah “Puck” Puckerman on “Glee.”

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He welcomed a daughter named Beth with Quinn Fabray during season one.

Salling committed suicide in January 2018 at the age of 35.

Salling died of asphyxia by hanging. He was originally scheduled to be sentenced to prison for possession of child pornography.

In 2017, the actor pleaded guilty to possession of child pornography that involved a prepubescent minor. The LAPD’s Internet Crimes Against Children unit also obtained a search warrant and found more than 50,000 images of child porn on his computer and flash drive. Salling was also required to register as a sex offender and was expected to serve four to seven years in prison.

Harry Shum Jr. showed off his smooth dance moves as Mike Chang.

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Harry Shum Jr. as Mike Chang on “Glee.”

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Mike had a passion for dancing, but his father wanted him to focus on academics.

Shum Jr. starred as warlock Magnus Bane on Freeform’s “Shadowhunters.”

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Harry Shum Jr. in February 2019.

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The show, based on a book series from Cassandra Clare, came to an end in May 2019 after three seasons. He won a People’s Choice Award in 2018 for favorite male TV actor for his role on the fantasy series.

Shum Jr. also starred as Charlie Wu in the hit 2018 movie “Crazy Rich Asians.”

In November 2015, the actor and dancer married Shelby Rabara. The couple revealed the birth of their first child together, a daughter named Xia, with a sweet black-and-white photo shared on social media in late March 2019.

Chord Overstreet joined “Glee” during season two as a transfer student named Sam Evans.

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Chord Overstreet as Sam Evans on “Glee.”

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On the series finale, Sam became the new teacher of New Directions.

Chord Overstreet is primarily focused on his music career.

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After getting signed to a record label co-founded by Demi Lovato and Nick Jonas, Overstreet appeared as the opening act for a few shows as part of their 2016 Future Now Tour. He appears in Jonas’ music video for “Bacon,” too.

Since that tour, he’s released an EP titled “Tree House Tapes” and a few singles: “Hold On,” “Wasted Time,” and “Carried Away.”

In 2019, he released another new song called “All Nighter.”

The 30-year-old actor also had a brief romance with “Harry Potter” star Emma Watson. The two never commented on their relationship, but they were photographed showing PDA in 2018.

Darren Criss starred as Blaine Anderson, a member of the Dalton Academy Warblers who later transferred to McKinley.

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He married Kurt during season six and Rachel became their surrogate mother.

Criss’ portrayal of Andrew Cunanan on “The Assassination of Gianni Versace: American Crime Story” earned him an Emmy, a SAG Award, and a Golden Globe.

In addition to guest-starring as the Music Meister on a crossover episode for “The Flash” and “Supergirl,” the 32-year-old co-founded a musical festival called Elsie Fest, which features a variety of talented musicians.

Criss briefly starred as J. Pierrepont Finch in the Broadway show “How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying” in 2011. He returned to Broadway three years later to star as the titular character of “Hedwig and the Angry Inch.”

In 2017, Criss created a pop duo called Computer Grames with his brother, Chuck Criss. They released a four-track EP that year titled “Lost Boys Life.” Criss also released a solo EP in 2017 called “Homework.”

Criss married his longtime girlfriend, Mia Swier, in New Orleans, Louisiana in February 2019. They were joined by Criss’ “Glee” costars, too.

Dianna Agron played a popular cheerleader named Quinn Fabray.

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Dianna Agron as Quinn Fabray on “Glee.”

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She was also the president of the celibacy club. Quinn’s daughter was adopted by Rachel’s biological mom, Shelby Corcoran.

Agron has mainly appeared in movies since “Glee” ended.

Her credits include “The Crash,” “Ralph Breaks the Internet,” and “Berlin, I Love You.”

Aside from acting, Agron has also been a supporter of the United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees (UNHCR) for several years. In 2016, she traveled to Austria to meet with refugees. She also met Syrian refugees in Jordan.

Agron has been married to Mumford & Sons member Winston Marshall since October 2016.

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dylanmaystk · 8 years ago

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My top 10 Music Artists of All Time

I’ve thought about doing a post like this for a while but always held off because I felt like it would be an impossible feat that would eventually remain unfinished due to my inability to commit to just ten, nevertheless... here we go. The idea kinda came from a conversation I had with one of my friends on his top five bands of all time. This was something I always thought would be easy to decide on, until I’d ultimately remember a band pivotal to my very existence that would cause me to reshape my whole list in entirety an hour later. When looking at the subject of top ten artists of all time, I thought about it in the simplest of terms: What artists, by any means, would I not be able to live without? Doing it this way kinda helped, but I’m sure to raise a few eyebrows especially to those that don’t really know me. Even after reworking the list a few times, this was the one that stayed the most consistent. So fuck it, my top ten music artists of all time:

10. The Smiths

What could you say about The Smiths? Other than being the soundtrack for every brooding and emo teen since the groups first album in 1984, The Smiths are just great. Complex to the point where it’s welcomed, fans of the group have praised them for their songs of love, loss, and just about everything in between. Ofcourse, the band really isn’t much without one of the most recognizable voices in alternative music, Morrissey (what I’d kill to have that ‘preme shirt). The don that is Morrissey gave us so much content throughout the years, but maybe what he’s best known for is his vividly descriptive, weird, yet endearing chorus on “There Is A Light That Never Goes Out” that’s been known to show up on countless TV shows and movies.

“If a double decker bus, crashes into us, to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die/and if a ten ton truck, kills the both of us, to die by your side, the pleasure, the privilege is mine.”

Yup, gotta love The Smiths.

Recommended Listens: The Smiths, Meat is Murder

9. Lauryn Hill

From the Fugees to her flawless The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill, L-Boogie has always been a revered and ominous presence in Hip Hop. Having the smallest body of work on this list, people have pleaded to get her back in the studio in hopes of creating something with even remotely as much magic as her solo and only studio album. What’s amazing about Lauryn is she seems to be great without even trying. Her only album nabbed a Grammy for Album of The Year and is one of only two Hip Hop based albums to ever have that honor. Not only that, her verses are so eloquent and deep you really can’t capture everything in one listen. With layers beyond belief, Lauryn Hill embodies the saying “quality over quantity” to perfection.

Recommended Listens: The Fugees’ The Score, The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill

8. Paramore

Holy fuck they’re finally back. After about a four year hiatus, Paramore is slated to release their fifth studio album this month and it couldn’t be more overdue. Their longest break between albums to date, Paramore’s sound is forever evolving and their new singles Hard Times and Told You So are proof. Although vintage Paramore will always my favorite, their new 80′s/poppy inspired sound is something they’ve hinted at for a while and fans like myself are curious to see what surprises they have coming.

At their core, Paramore is angsty yet refined. Their early grunge inspired sound led by Hayley Williams is alot of what I remember about the early 2000′s and is done well enough that I find it worthy of commendation. Something I always revert back to, Paramore is the pinnacle of the Warped Tour collection of bands and continue to prove why they’re one of the best collectives of the last decade.

Recommended Listens: Riot!, Brand New Eyes

7. Drake

Champagne Papi or Coquito Papi (shout out J.Lo) is the biggest hip hop pop artist on the planet, that’s a fact. I honestly don’t know if there’s anything he can’t do. Since 2009 and the debut of So Far Gone, a mixtape that’s changed what mixtapes are by their standard, Drake has reigned supreme and has dominated commercially as well as in the barbershop conversations for best rapper of today (you’re there too Kendrick, don’t worry). What makes him so universally loved is his appeal and his ability to identify with both the male and female demographic. His vulnerability has spawned a new wave of what many call “emotional rap” that has since been replicated by many but none with the sheer bravado and lasting brilliance quite like Drake’s. He’s calculated almost to the point where its scary and shows a grit that 90′s rappers can be proud of. With his ability to give you an emotional and heartfelt ballad one minute, then talks of “crushing some ass even if it ain’t too big” the next, Drake is certified platinum and a legend in his own right.

Some chunes for your headtop: Take Care, So Far Gone

6. Nas

The Street’s Disciple had to have a place on my list. Nas is arguably one of the greatest rappers of all time and has inspired so many people I listen to today. His wit, cadence, and knowledge was unheard of for his age and at the time of his now enshrined Illmatic. Out of all of the golden age rappers, Nas seemed to stick out to me the most because he knew exactly what he wanted to be/was straight from the beginning. A few mediocre albums aside, Nas’ return with Life is Good in 2012 was so reassuring that he hadn’t lost his touch, I myself even exhaled. Flashy with the wordplay and a knack for stealing the show- even at the age of 40- Nas’ brilliance can’t be met. We need the new album Nas..... like seriously.

Recommended Listens: Illmatic, It Was Written

5. Taylor Swift

Remember how I said Drake was the biggest pop star in the world? Taylor Swift might just rival that. I don’t care what anyone says, Taylor is the greatest songwriter of this generation. I say it all the time because I think it’s something she hasn’t received enough credit for. Granted, country Taylor just seemed to flow more, but that could be because Speak Now is one of the greatest albums I’ve ever heard. Although sometimes she can tatter on the line of whiny, Taylor’s honesty and storytelling are what makes her connect and continue to sell out arenas worldwide. Translating seamlessly to pop and still conveying that same sort of style and message are the reasons why her fans haven’t left her. I’ve been a fan since she was crying about that nigga Drew on “Teardrops On My Guitar”, and that was in ‘07.

Recommended Listens: Speak Now, Fearless

4. Michael Jackson

Any music list that contains the words like “top ten” and “all time” should include the King of Pop. Michael Jackson is literally the GOAT, like his name is synonymous with a four legged petting zoo animal. His music and overall presence in pop culture cannot be overstated and his influence is shown in many of the top 40 artists of today and I’m sure years to come. I once asked why Thriller was the best selling album of all time (I was like 11) and my dad played it for me and said “just listen.” Yea I never heard anything so amazing in my life. Michaels just one of a kind and they’ll never be another, enough said.

Recommended Listens: Thriller (even though you’ve definitely heard it), Bad, Off The Wall

3. Kanye West

From one GOAT to another, Kanye might not have the lasting legacy Michael has now, but I think he definitely will. Kanye seemed to come out of nowhere breathing fresh air into a genre that was predominantly still in the sex, drugs, and money era. The College Dropout was huge in that it showed everyone what direction hip hop could go in, that sort of elegant and glamorous atmosphere that only Kanye himself could propel it to. He has the most Grammys by any Hip Hop artist and for good reason, he’s been a pioneer in pushing the culture forward ever since he came on the scene. Forever ahead of the curve and meticulous to the point where it frustrates his peers, Mr. West is the only artist where I can say my favorite album from him changes any time you ask me (even though the majority of the time I’ll say Graduation). With what continues to be a privilege to hear anytime he releases new music, Kanye will probably agree. I don’t have the answers Kanye, but I’m sure you do.

Recommended Listens: Graduation, My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy

2. Queen

I have a tattoo of Freddie Mercury as a skeleton dressed in his drag outfit from the “I Want To Break Free” video on my leg. That was a mouthful, and incase you don’t think you read that right, you did. I’ve loved Queen for as long as I could remember and I’m not really sure as to why specifically. The obvious reason would ofcourse be the frontman Freddie, but the band was so much more than its star. What’s crazy even to me is just how much I love this band even though I wasn’t even alive during their reign at the top of British and American music charts. Queen signifies a universal acceptance and the idea that you shouldn’t give a fuck what anyone says and just produce dope shit, because at the end of the day that’s all that matters. With countless hits and some of the most widely recognized songs, the argument can be made that they could be in the top five bands ever to grace a stage. If you tell me you listened to Bohemian Rhapsody in the car and didn’t go full Wayne’s World I’d call you a liar, simple as that.

Oh also, their Live Aid performance may have been the greatest performance of all time, just ask Watchmojo.

Recommended Listens: A Night At The Opera, The Game, Hot Space (fuck what you heard it’s actually fire)

Honorable Mentions

Kendrick Lamar

Chvrches

Daft Punk

Wu-Tang Clan

A Tribe Called Quest

Shania Twain

Lana Del Rey

Nirvana

1. J. Cole

J. Cole will always be my favorite artist and I credit alot of who I am today to his music. He is the soul personified and his takes on life and personal growth add to his ability to make the human struggle seem beautiful in just about every way. Overshadowed at times by both Kendrick and Drake, Cole fans would attest that his openness and relatability range far beyond his contemporaries and put him in a category all his own. He’s responsible for creating my favorite body of work by anyone ever, Friday Night Lights. This mixtape (or album) changed my life in more ways than one and it’s sentimental value holds Cole at the top of my list for good reason. I think what’s great is that although we don’t hear the hunger in his voice like we did on early tracks - especially those when he was seeking to ink a deal with Jay - we still get his energy and thought provoking lyrics in the form of a streaming social consciousness and a never ending want for social justice. What some may find boring, I find incredible. “Cole world no snuggie” was a pretty questionable bar though...oh well, you get the pass fam.

Recommended Listens: Friday Night Lights, The Warm Up, 2014 Forest Hills Drive

#writings #j. cole #taylor swift #queen #music #top 10 lists

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lady-divine-writes · 8 years ago

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Coldflash one-shot - “The Talk” (Rated T)

One day, while spending some time with his eight-year-old daughter, Lisa Snart asks her father a question that stops him in his tracks, and as much as Len would prefer Barry field this one, he realizes that the only responsible thing to do is give her an honest answer. (2388 words)

Written for the @coldflashweek2016 prompt 'Domestic Life'.

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“Oh, oh, oh. Hey, Bug. Let me help you up,” Len says, rushing across the frozen lake to collect his daughter from the ice.

“Thanks, Dad,” Lisa says, accepting his help but struggling to get back up on her skates before her dad reaches her.

Len grins. That stubborn streak. That willingness to accept help as long as she can still do most of the work by herself - that’s the Barry Allen in her.

That’s what Len sees most when he looks at her.

Since she pretty much has herself handled by the time he gets to her, he moves on to step two on the overprotective father’s checklist and starts looking her over for cuts and bruises.

“What happened out there, Bug?”

Lisa watches her dad brush snow off her clothes, a condescending smirk on her rosy lips. “I fell.”

Len rolls his eyes. Only eight-years-old and she’s already such a smart ass. “I know you fell. But did someone push you? Trip you?” Len glares at a cluster of boys around Lisa’s age who he’s been keeping an occasional eye on. He notices that they’re joined at the hip, convening over something while shooting suspicious looks at the two of them. He thinks he sees them laughing … the little bastards. “Is there someone I gotta ice?”

“No,” Lisa says through a burst of laughter. “No, I just fell. All on my own. With no help from anyone.”

“Okay then.” Len stands to his full height and glares at the boys again to make sure he gets his unspoken point across. The boys, each one turning sheet white, disperse, speeding as far across the lake as they can and away from the hard-eyed man with the icy stare. “So, whaddya wanna do now? Hmm? You wanna head for the homestead?”

“Maybe in a bit.” Lisa thoughtfully chews her chapped lower lip. “But first, would you take a lap with me?” She holds out her gloved hand for him to take.

Len raises an eyebrow – not at the request, but at the shy, unsure way she asks. She sounds like she has something heavy on her head. Actually, she’s been like that, way too caught up in her own thoughts, since she came back from her weekend in Star City.

“Sure I will,” he says, taking her hand and pulling her slowly around the ice.

The conversation seems to end there and they walk in silence, the shhhing … shhhing of Lisa’s blades cutting across the surface of the lake the only sound around them, and Len starts to wonder if she’s changed her mind. What does he do about that? Does he ask her what’s up? Or does he give her space and wait? Barry’s the one who usually fields the difficult life questions – where do babies come from; why do boys have a penis and girls have a vagina; what happens after we die; all of those, with a little help from the folks down at S.T.A.R. Labs. Len should consider it a blessing if she decides to defer to the one parent who’s been able to make life seem less scary for her.

Though, he does have to admit that it sucks feeling like she can’t come to him with her problems. Or maybe she just hasn’t come up with a problem that she feels he’s qualified to handle.

In which case, whatever’s on her mind should slightly terrify him.

It’s when they reach a third of the way around that she finally says, “Daddy? Can I ask you a question?”

“You can ask me anything.”

That seems to give her the courage to ask what she needs to ask, because she goes from chewing her lip to blurting out, “Daddy, did you used to be a villain?”

Except that, Len thinks. But he takes a breath in and sighs instead of saying it. “What makes you ask that?”

“Something I heard Mom say.”

“Really. And what did Felicity say?”

“Well, she was talking to Uncle Ollie about how this will be the sixth anniversary of taking Leonard Snart off their most wanted list.”

“I see,” Len says, not thrilled that this was the topic of conversation during one of Lisa’s weekend visits with her mother. “Your mom and her (he hard swallows, stopping himself before he can say the word rat) husband were just talking about that in the living room or the kitchen where you could hear?”

“Uh … not exactly,” Lisa admits, returning to nervously chewing her lip. “They were … kind of … in some secret lair in the basement,” she speeds out at the end.

“So, you were spying?” Len admonishes, while inside he thinks That’s my girl.

“Maybe.”

“Did you ask your father about this?”

“A-ha.”

“And what did he say?”

She takes a deep breath in preparation, and Len knows that whatever her father told her, it’s most likely poetic and long-winded. “He said that you were an intelligent, cunning, creative man with a difficult path to walk, and that you did a lot of things, both good and bad, with great passion. But that the more he got to know you, the more he saw good in you.” Len chews his cheek, trying to keep from laughing. That sounds like the vague but complimentary b.s. that Barry Allen would spin. Plus, he’s gotten a lot of mileage out of that seeing good in him comment. Not only did it get Len into bed (not that Barry had to try too hard), but it opened the door to Len gaining acceptance from the rest of The League of Super Geeks that Barry is a part of. “Other than that, he told me to ask you. He said it wasn’t his story to tell.”

Len’s mouth pulls into a thin, unamused line. Barry passed the ball. That’s so unlike him. At least he didn’t go the route of spilling the gorier details. Not that he would. That’s not his style. He left the dirty work to Len. But, then again, Len deserves it.

Len thinks for a moment, trying to decide what he should tell. Where does he begin? He had wanted to leave his past in the past for as long as he could, especially where his daughter was concerned.

But that’s the thing about running from the past. When you least expect it, it catches up with you.

“Lisa, you are an intelligent, cunning, creative little girl …”

Lisa grins. “Just like you, Daddy?”

“Yup. Just like me.” And he means it – from her stunning blue eyes to her sharp wit, she is every inch Leonard Snart’s daughter. She has Barry’s aptitude for science, and her mother’s exceptional math skills, but those can be taught. She also has Len’s dry sense of humor, his quick thinking in survival situations, and his eye for an easy mark – something the two of them hone in secret, playing around with hypotheticals just for fun. “Except that you are much luckier than I ever was. You have a mom who loves you, two dads who love you, and a ton of aunts and uncles who love you …”

“One of who’s an alien!”

“Shhh, yes.” Len drops his voice to a significant whisper and sweeps his eyes around, checking to see who might be listening. The gang of boys is nowhere to be seen, and no one else has arrived. They have the lake entirely to themselves. “One of who’s an alien. But I’m going to tell you some truth about me because I think you can handle it.”

Lisa swallows and squeezes his hand, suddenly afraid. “O-okay.”

“I didn’t have all of that, Lees.” Len squeezes her hand back, finding he’s doing it more for his comfort than for hers. “I had a mom who loved me, but she died early, and your grandpa …” He halts, deciding that Lewis Snart doesn’t deserve the honor of having his granddaughter know a blessed thing about him. “I try to forget that he even existed. I spent most of my life raising your Aunt Lisa, and I’d like to say I was good at it ...”

“She says you were.”

“She does, huh?” Len doesn’t know if he’s questioning, scoffing, or agreeing. “Well, whether I was or not, it’s hard to escape your upbringing. I wasn’t raised to be a good man. I was raised to be a criminal. And that’s what I became. So, yes. I was what you might call a villain. In fact, your father, your mother, your aunts and uncles, and I all met because I was trying to …”

“Do bad things to them?” Lisa circumvents, replacing whatever her dad was about to say with words she’s willing to accept.

“Yeah. I was trying to do bad things to them. Your father even put me in prison, but I busted out. After that, a bunch of stuff changed.”

“You went on the Waverider.”

“Yup.”

“You became a good guy.”

“In a manner of speaking.”

“And then … you died.” Lisa sniffs, as if she isn’t talking to her dad in the flesh, the man holding her hand, very much alive.

“In a way.” Len looks into Lisa’s solemn face, pulling the goofiest grin he can to get her to laugh. She smiles, but only half way. “I shifted out of existence to a different timeline.”

“But Father found you and brought you back.”

“A-ha. That’s when we decided to get married and have you. It was hard finding someone willing to carry you, all things considered …” (which is Len’s polite way of saying that most women didn’t want to carry the child of a reformed criminal, especially one with a rep like Len’s, for any amount of money) “… so after a long and exhaustive search, your mom offered to carry you for us.”

“But then you went back to being bad.” Lisa’s voice takes on a surprising tone, a reproachful tone, and it breaks his heart.

“I left,” he admits, “for about two years. I didn’t think that I could be good for you. I thought the best thing I could do for you was leave. I went back to being a criminal because it was the only thing I really knew how to do.”

Lisa stops skating. Her head drops, but she doesn’t take her hand from Len’s grasp, and that gives Len hope. It means that, regardless of how much hearing that her dad left her to be a villain again hurts, she doesn’t hate him for it. Len gets down on one knee in the snow, bending low to catch his daughter’s eyes. “But I came back. So if you haven’t guessed by now, you’re the reason I stopped.”

“Why?” Lisa asks with a tiny shrug.

“Because when you live your life for yourself for so long, you answer to nobody. Your successes, your failures, they’re all your own. And that’s good for a while. But when someone depends on you, looks up to you, you answer to them. I know what your Aunt Lisa told you, but I kinda failed at that with her. I tried to be the best big brother I could be and take care of her, but I was a young man, and kinda selfish.” Len brings his forehead to rest against Lisa’s, forcing her to look him in the eyes. “But I’m not that man anymore. And if I am still selfish, it’s because I want what’s best for you. And what’s best for you was hanging up my cold gun for good.”

“Do you mean it?” Lisa asks, tears rolling down her cheeks. Len raises a hand and clears them away quickly before they can freeze. Len has a thing for not letting ice touch Lisa’s skin, which is one of the reasons he’s so quick on the draw whenever she falls on the lake.

“Yeah, I mean it,” Len says, pinching her sides until she starts giggling. And when she does, she throws her arms around his neck and hugs him tight.

“I love you, Daddy.”

Len holds her in his arms and sighs. “I love you, too, Bug.” And it’s at times like this when he realizes just how much. She’s a mixture of everything in the world that he loves, the most precious thing that’s ever been his. No diamond in the universe could compare. He’d give up his life to protect her, loves her just a hair more than he loves her father. Having someone like that in his life is frightening, but only because he doesn’t want to let her down. “So, whaddya say we head on home and make dinner for your father? I don’t have eight layers of clothes on like you. I’m freezing my ass off out here.”

“Daddy! Language!” Lisa scolds, lifting her feet obediently while Len affixes guards to her blades so she can walk the short distance to their house. Len shakes his head in minor disbelief when he gets the last one on, her tiny skate in his hands nailing some big facts home. A beautiful house by a lake in a quiet suburb in Missouri, with a husband and, of all things, a kid. It seems like a dream, one that was never Len’s. But here he is … and he can’t picture himself being anywhere else.

“Now that sounds like your father,” Len kids, picking Lisa up anyway, preferring to walk home with her in his arms.

“Well, I’m both your daughters, so it only makes sense.”

“True, true,” he agrees. “So” – Len clears his throat – “you got to see Oliver Queen’s secret lair, huh?”

“Yeah,” Lisa says in a hushed and excited voice. “Do you wanna know what it looks like?”

“No,” Len answers without thought, his gut telling him that he’s not a criminal anymore, so by no means is he interested in the secret base of operations of the one and only Green Arrow … except, he is interested. He’s hella interested. “Well, you know, since we’ve got a ways to walk, why don’t you just fill me in on the basics.”

“Like what?”

“You know – size, location, ease of access, armament … just … anything you think I should know … hypothetically speaking, of course.”

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American Idol David Cook on His Music, His Fans and Making a Difference

By: Rick Landers

David Cook – Photo by David Quillard

Many of us recall being enthralled by the performances and artistry of David Cook, as he ran the competitive steppes of “American Idol”.

David impressed us with his vocals and risky song selections that were staples of the airwaves and firmly embedded in our national entertainment psyche.

Catch Cook’s rendition of Michael Jackson’s “Billie Jean” where he lifted the high water mark of Michael’s catalogue and plopped it into the world of ballads.

Perfect.

And as he lifted the song, “American Idol” lifted him from obscurity to a level of fame, most performers only dream about.

And, it all could have ended there or shortly thereafter. The star-making machinery can severely crush ambition and germinate cynicism, leaving promising artists on the off-ramp of fame, to regain their footing or go back home to get a day job.

What’s intriguing about David Cook is that he leveraged his new found fame to blend his altruism with his ambition, and it seems he’s smart enough and kind enough to allow his altruism to lead.

Most recently, we find David Cook not performing at large venues, following the money track. His altruism leads.

In May 2018, he could be found in Washington, D.C. at The 2018 Race for Hope, where he supported his 2018 Team for a Cure-Making a Difference. His team raised $78,000 to benefit ABC2 and The National Brain Tumor Society.

David’s been supporting the group for ten years, and he and his team have raised over $1.3 million for brain cancer and brain tumor research, in various fundraising efforts. And in 2018, their efforts were recognized with a 2018 Rabbi Joseph P. Weinberg Triumph Award.

At first blush, one might think that David’s ignoring his career aspirations, but they are deep and wider than we might guess.

And, one might expect more than a single blush from David during one of his last gigs, playing Charlie Price in Broadway’s Kinky Boots at the Al Hirschfield Theater in New York., where he dons some thigh high hot red high-heeled boots and befriends Lola, a drag queen, and works to reconcile his practical and, maybe, not so practical inclinations..

His musical ambitions are still upfront with a new EP, Chromance, that was released February of this year by Analog Heart Music.

Chromance is heavy on the production side, but allows David enough room to breathe, with his vocals a bit on the darker side with touches of rock, ballads and pop, oftentimes rolled into single tracks. The EP is Hall & Oates or Tears for Fears on steroids and is a strong set for his fans, whether they’re into his stripped down songs that focus on his voice – that voice – or are up for this amped up version of David Cook.

So, we see many sides of David in this Guitar International interview; talented singer-songwriter, actor with chops, fundraiser for good causes and a man who’s not only an entrepreneurial seeker, but one who takes on new challenges to reinvent himself, to explore and discover the many facets of not only who he is, but who he might become. We look forward to see where David Cook moves next, to see what mountain he might climb next, and we’re certain he’ll land with both feet firmly on the ground.

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Rick Landers: Let’s start where some interviews end. Let’s imagine your 90-years old and you’re looking back on your life. What kinds of experiences have you had and what are you most proud of?

David Cook: I’ve gotten to travel the world as a musician. I’m extremely proud to have had that honor. I actually just wrapped up another year of working with the Race For Hope in Washington DC, with ABC2 and The National Brain Tumor Society. I’ve been extremely proud of what my fans have helped accomplish over the last 9-10 years of working with that event.

Rick: Now, let’s go back when you first had an idea that your voice was not only a fun thing to be able to play with, but a talent that could open doors to, maybe fame, and opportunities to live a dream?

David Cook: I never really gave it much thought, truthfully, until maybe the end of high school or the beginning of college. I was offered a small theater scholarship for college, and that was my first real confirmation that maybe there was something there.

Rick: How has your initial hobby of playing guitar evolved to become not only a tool to a worthwhile livelihood, but possibly a “side kick” that will likely accompany you for the rest of your life?

David Cook: I always go back to being a kid, and my Dad always having a guitar around. He would sit there in the living room and noodle around while I was watching cartoons or whatever. So, I’ve always seen guitar as a lifelong thing. As with any artistic pursuit, there’s always another mountain to climb. You never really completely master it. I like that aspect of it.

David Cook – Photo by Olivia Brown

Rick: I think there’s typically a kind of void that a performer has when they start out that needs to be filled by confidence – probably hard won by playing to many audiences – and it might be a form of reinventing one’s self. What kind of progression did you go through in order to gut it out and perform to larger audiences. Or are they easier to entertain than smaller more intimate groups?

David Cook: I’ve always thought that the larger the audience, the easier it is. The energy is more abundant, maybe? I remember playing a gig in Manila in 2009. I think they said there were north of 100,000 people there. And then a week later, the next gig was somewhere in Ohio, I think, and it was maybe a thousand. And I could feel each of the thousand pairs of eyes starring lasers through us as we played.

Rick: Please, tell us about your fans and some of the lessons you may have learned from them?

David Cook: My fans have been incredible. They’ve developed this interesting community over the past decade, and to see that community manifest itself not just in supporting my music, and now acting, but also the causes that are important to me. The empathy and community that exists at that level are things I hadn’t been exposed to before 2008. It’s inspiring and certainly something I’ve tried to integrate into how I interact with people in everyday life.

David Cook in Kinky Boots – Photo by Matthew Murphy

Rick: How about telling about your electric and acoustic guitars and do you have a favorite at home? On the road?

David Cook: Oh, god. I think I’m sitting on about 25-30 right now, give or take a few. I’ve got a handful of Gibson Firebirds, LPs, SGs. A few Fender Teles. I’ve had this Taylor acoustic for a while that’s my go-to, sit-down-at-home-and-write guitar. My favorite on the road right now is a Japanese Fender Tele that I’ve had frankenstein-ed with some souped-up pickups. It’s in dire need of some fretwork, but it still does the job, so I’m hesitant to mess with it much further until I need to.

Rick: What kinds of experiences have you had with busking, house concerts, open mics and those kinds of “venues”, before you nailed American Idol?

David Cook: One of my favorite memories was during college, I was playing with this band based out of Tulsa, Oklahoma. We had a couple nights worth of gigs in Wisconsin, and they were going to swing through Kansas City to pick me up on the way there. I overslept and missed a ton of phone calls, so they ended up going on without me. I ended up going on this multiple-ride adventure to get there for the second show. Slept on couches, pseudo-hitchhiked, but got there.

Rick: Have you found yourself more interested in the technical sides of recording, engineering and producing and do you prefer to have more control than less?

David Cook: I am a total control freak, but I’m aware of my technical limitations. So there’s a yin and a yang there. I try to surround myself with as much talent as possible in that realm, and then just be a sponge.

Rick: Artists have nearly always told me that being on tour really beats them up. If that’s the case with you, what do you do to ward off the stress and the unhealthy habits that tend to creep along with artists when they’re on the road – like too much fast food?

David Cook: They’re not lying. It’s not a lifestyle that’s necessarily conducive to being healthy, physically or mentally. I went on the road for almost all of 2009, and when it ended, there was a long transition afterwards. Anymore, I try to keep road time brief and concise. Month here, month there. Life balance is the goal. As far as food goes, it’s doable, but difficult. You walk off stage late and starving, and the options aren’t usually great. Takes will power that I don’t always have…

Rick: Tell us about why you showed up in D.C. recently.

David Cook: I’ve been involved with Race For Hope, an annual event held in D.C., since 2009, as a way to honor my brother, Adam, who passed away from a brain tumor. This year marked my tenth go-round with them. It really is a wonderful event. Honored to get to continue to be part of it.

Rick: What’s your schedule like this year and do you set aside time to take a breather or are you hard charging all the way?

David Cook: This year has been a little different. I just finished my Broadway debut, in Kinky Boots. I also released a new EP in February, called Chromance. At the moment, the plan is to head home, spend some time with the wife and our pups, play some shows, and write some more. So resting, but not resting, if that makes sense?

Rick: Many of our readers are still working locally, trying to build their chops, their confidence and their bank accounts in order to make their first albums. What kinds of advice would you offer them?

David Cook: If they’re doing that, then they’re on the right track. It’s a craft. Take every opportunity you can to hone it. When I started really working at it, I tried to write a song a day. Most of it was trash, and thank goodness no one else heard it, but you get a little better, and a little better, and a little better. Great songs find a way to get heard, you know?

Rick: What projects do you have going for the moment; tell us a bit about your new album Chromance and are you already working on something new in the studio?

David Cook: Right now, I’m in idea collection mode. My notes and voice memos on my phone are damn near full. So now it’s about going through all that and figuring out what’s there. Hopefully, I can start putting that stuff together into cohesive ideas, and get to recording.

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Rick: Many artists end up with pretty lousy management teams, bad labels and overall disheartening experiences in the music world. Do you have any particular approach to hiring people or working with people to keep life sane and maybe to protect your own self-interests?

David Cook: Gut instinct matters. It’s important to know what you want out of it, before anything else, and then finding people that meet that ideal. It’s also important to know that no one else is going to have your interests at heart more than you. “No” can be a powerful tool, when used properly.

Rick: You’re back home, you’re hanging out or chilling….are you more meditative or energized? What other kinds of things do you like to do other than make music?

David Cook: A bit of both. I like to relax a little, but I get stir crazy really easily if I don’t have something coming up. I like to try to stay active. Occasionally, I like throwing on a Camelbak and doing some urban hiking.

Rick: Any thanks you’d like to pass along to friends, family or colleagues who’ve made your life easier , better, more humane, on this ride you’re on?

David Cook: I think your question kinda checks all the boxes. Thank you to all those people who help make my life easier, better, and more humane. Lucky to have you all! And thanks to you, Rick, for making the time to chat today!

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