#Jake Westbrook

[gettothedancing]

Please enjoy your Thanksgiving, everyone! Here's part of my playlist.

[myobt]

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[babolat85]

Daniel for some reason decided to follow Jake and Julia to the hospital, then acted surprised when he saw Julia’s water break

[notladylikes]

they're riding in the elevator when her middle child starts to pull on the hem of her shirt, causing vivienne to glance down at the small boy.

'mama.'

he says, speaking a bit too loud for the small enclosed space, but she isn't about to chastise him on using his inside voice at this current moment.

'what, my love?',

she asks, reaching down to run her fingers through the blonde locks of hair atop his head, a small smile pulling at the corner of her lips as she tries to speak softly, hoping that he will follow her example.

'that man has drawings on his arms.'

he says, pointing upwards towards the other apartment-dweller riding up towards what she presumes is the floor in which his abode is located. vivienne can't help but give a quick glance over at what her son is pointing out, and she nods.

'those are tattoos, my love,'

she says, and he squints his eyes a bit and wrinkles his nose.

'like yours!'

he says with glee, clasping his tiny hands together. vivienne nods and watches as the stranger quirks a brow, a small smile seemingly spreading across his own face.

'my son happens to think you're cool, 'cause of the tattoos,' she says, holding out a hand extended towards him. 'i'm sorry if he bothered you, the name's vivienne, we're new here, just moved into 3B.'

'jake. and it's absolutely no trouble.'

there is a look in his eyes that seems amused by the idea of a small boy looking up to him, and she feels as if they've somehow made the man's day by the small interaction. when jake discloses his apartment number with an invitation to stop by for coffee, vivienne takes it in kind, making a mental note.

later that night, kane comes running into her bedroom, a bright smile on his face and a drawing in hand. tiny feet pattering against the floorboards.

'mama!'

he shouts, and clambers up onto the bed, careful not to tear the piece of parchment lingering in his grasp. she's surprised by his sudden intrustion, but puts the book that was currently being read and held in her hands down, without a second thought.

'i draw'ed jake a picture!'

there is something about the way his eyes light up when he shows her that has her heart seemingly melting. she promises they'll get an envelope and tape it to his door in the morning before they head off to school, and she hasn't seen her son this excited in the past couple of days.

moving in with three children has been rough on her, so a chance at happiness for one of her kids? she'll take it at every chance she can get.

[hypnogold]

The Photoshoot

The gymnasium buzzed with anticipation. Every student and teacher in Westbrook High lined up for the annual school photoshoot, unaware of the monumental changes awaiting them. Walter, the team manager and photographer, with his recruiters stood calmly behind his camera, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd for those who would soon join the ranks of the golden team.

On a table beside him sat various golden items: backwards baseball caps, long shiny track pants, headbands, jackets—each shimmering in the gym lights. Walter smiled, knowing that soon, these wouldn’t just be props; they would mark the beginning of something much bigger.

The first student stepped forward—Jake, a quiet sophomore who had no idea his life was about to change. Walter reached into the box and pulled out a golden backwards baseball cap with the number 7 stitched on the back. He placed it on Jake’s head with a knowing smile.

As soon as the cap settled, Jake felt an odd warmth. His mind buzzed with confusion, but before he could react, Walter snapped the photo. The flash was blinding, and in an instant, Jake’s entire body seemed to shift.

The baseball cap tightened on his head. His jeans transformed into sleek golden athletic pants, and a matching jersey appeared beneath the jacket, emblazoned with his new number. He looked down, wide-eyed, as golden armbands formed around his biceps. The transformation wasn’t just physical; Jake’s thoughts were changing, too. He felt faster, more agile. His old life was fading, replaced by the single, overpowering identity of Striker 7.

Jake blinked, his face lighting up with a confident smile he didn’t know he had. “I’m ready,” he said, his voice sounding stronger than before. The transformation was complete. He was no longer Jake—he was Striker 7.

“Next,” Walter called, motioning for the next student to step forward.

One by one, they came. Scott, a tall senior, was handed a pair of long shiny golden track pants. As soon as Walter’s camera clicked, the transformation began. Scott’s regular clothes dissolved into shimmering fabric as his golden track pants fully materialized, tight-fitting and sleek. Scott suddenly felt larger, stronger, like an impenetrable force. His mind narrowed to one focus: defense.

His transformation finished when the number 5 stitched itself into his jersey. He stood taller, his posture that of someone who knew how to protect. His body was no longer his own—it belonged to the golden team.

The line moved quickly now. Students and teachers alike stepped up, receiving their golden items and instantly shifting into their new roles with each flash of the camera. Some were handed golden headbands or sweatbands, which transformed them into midfielders, their regular clothes shifting into practical, utility-filled vests and tight shorts. The headbands glowed with their new numbers, marking them as the vital connectors in the team’s strategy.

Teachers were not spared. Mr. Elijah, the usually reserved history teacher, was handed a golden jersey with padded shoulders. He hesitated, but the moment Walter took his photo, the transformation hit him like a wave. His professional attire melted away, replaced by the golden kit of a goalkeeper. His number, 1, gleamed on his back, and golden gloves appeared on his hands. His mind, once filled with thoughts of lesson plans and history lectures, now focused solely on guarding the team.

With every click of the camera, more students and staff transformed, their clothes shifting instantly to match their new roles. Strikers in their golden caps and light jackets; defenders in long, sleek track pants; midfielders in their headbands; goalkeepers with padded jackets and gloves. The gym echoed with the sound of footsteps as each transformed person stepped aside, ready to receive further instructions.

When the photoshoot ended, a hushed silence fell over the gym. Walter looked around, satisfied. The entire school stood before him, dressed in their newly assigned golden gear, their old identities replaced with numbers and roles.

Strikers:

Midfielders:

Defense:

Goalkeepers:

Walter clapped his hands. “Now that you’ve all been assigned your positions,” he announced, “it’s time for the final step. Please, step through the door that corresponds with your new role.”

At the far end of the gym, four doors stood open, each gleaming with golden light. Above each door was a symbol: a golden baseball cap for the strikers, a golden shield for the defenders, a golden field for the midfielders, and a golden goalpost for the goalkeepers.

Jake, now Striker 7, felt an inexplicable pull toward the door marked with the golden baseball cap. Without hesitation, he stepped forward, walking through the door. Inside, the air was warm and welcoming. The room was filled with other strikers, each wearing their caps proudly. A sense of brotherhood washed over Jake as he was welcomed with open arms.

“You’re one of us now,” Brody, Striker 9, said with a grin, clapping Jake on the back. The camaraderie was instant. This was his place. This was where he belonged.

Meanwhile, Scott walked toward the door marked with the golden shield. As he stepped inside, the room felt heavier, more grounded. Defenders lined the walls, standing tall and strong. Scott felt a sense of pride swell within him. He was one of them now—part of the impenetrable wall that would protect the team at all costs.

“Welcome to the defense,” said a deep voice. It was Coach Richard, the head of the team, standing at the far end of the room. Scott nodded, already feeling the weight of responsibility settle on his shoulders.

Travis, wearing his golden headband, entered the midfielder’s door, where he was met with cheers from other midfielders, all wearing their golden vests. They clapped him on the back, already seeing him as one of their own. Travis smiled, feeling like he was part of something bigger than himself.

And in the goalkeeper’s room, Mr. Elijah stood alongside other goalkeepers, each wearing padded jackets and golden gloves. The room was quieter, more focused, but the intensity in the air was palpable. They were the last line of defense, and Mr. Elijah now understood his role in protecting the team’s goal.

Walter smiled from the gymnasium, watching as each student and teacher stepped through the doors, their new roles fully embraced. The golden team was complete. Westbrook High had been transformed, and every member of the school—whether student or teacher—had found their place.

The yearbook of 2024 looked a little different this year...

Even the teachers never looked better

Mr. Riley became such a bro, his quote turned into perfection...

Soon, the entire world would see what they had become. But they did not mind. They were having the best time of their lives.

The quiet hum of the transformed students’ laughter echoed through the hallways of Westbrook High. Everyone, from students to teachers, had embraced their new roles within the golden team, dressed in shiny metallic AC Milan 2013 3rd kit jerseys over crisp white button-up shirts, with red-and-black striped ties beneath. The once-normal school had turned into a hub of golden uniforms, with every corner glowing in the soft, hypnotic golden light that now symbolized unity and transformation.

However, not everyone outside the school was blind to the changes.

Detective Marcus Dunn had received a series of concerned calls from parents claiming their sons had come home “acting strange” and wearing golden soccer uniforms without any explanation. The transformation seemed too bizarre to ignore, and it was starting to spread beyond the school. Dunn and his partner, Officer Richards, decided it was time to investigate.

As they pulled up to the school in their patrol car, Dunn and Richards immediately noticed the strange golden glow emanating from the windows. “Something’s off,” Dunn muttered. “Let's go in.”

Inside, the transformed students and teachers moved with unsettling coordination, laughing and chatting like they were part of some secret world. As Dunn and Richards stepped into the hallway, they were greeted by two teachers, their faces adorned with smug smirks. “Hello, officers,” one of the teachers said, his voice almost unnaturally calm. “Is there something we can help you with?”

“We’re here to ask a few questions,” Dunn said, trying to maintain his composure. “We’ve heard reports of strange behavior from some of your students.”

The teachers simply smiled, exchanging glances. “There’s nothing strange happening here, officers. Just a lot of...team spirit.”

But something was wrong. The way everyone moved in perfect sync, the glazed looks in the students' eyes. Dunn’s gut told him to get out, but Richards, curious, stepped closer to a rack of shiny metallic golden kits that lined the hallway. “What’s with the uniforms?” he asked, reaching for one.

The teachers didn’t stop him. “You should try one on,” one of them suggested, his smirk growing wider. “It might help you understand what’s happening here.”

Against his better judgment, Richards picked up a golden jersey, admiring the sheen of the fabric. Before Dunn could protest, Richards slipped the jersey over his police uniform, the gold shining against his badge. Almost instantly, his expression shifted. A dumb smile spread across his face, and he chuckled softly.

“Richards?” Dunn asked, stepping back in shock. But it was too late.

Richards turned to Dunn, his eyes slightly unfocused. “Gold’s...kinda nice,” he muttered, laughing like the rest of the students now roaming the halls.

Dunn felt a knot form in his stomach. He backed away, but more teachers were closing in, their smirks unwavering. They were holding more golden kits, pushing them toward him. “You’ll want to join us too,” one of them said. “Gold looks good on everyone.”

“No—” Dunn started, but before he could finish, one of the teachers threw a golden backwards baseball cap onto his head, securing it snugly. Dunn’s mind began to fog. The cap felt strangely comfortable, almost as if it belonged there. His police jacket shifted, shimmering into a shiny metallic golden jersey, with a crisp white shirt and red-and-black striped tie underneath.

The last thing Dunn remembered before the transformation took hold was his reflection in a nearby glass door—his face, now smirking like the rest, looked...dumber. And he liked it.

“We obey Cap. We obey Gold,” Richards whispered, clapping a golden-clad hand on Dunn’s shoulder.

The police officers, now fully transformed, marched back to their car, ready to spread the golden team’s influence further into the city.

Just moments before Officer Richards slipped on the golden jersey, Officer Dunn’s instincts had kicked in. “We need backup. Now,” he had muttered into his radio, his voice low but urgent. But even as he called for help, the golden light reflecting off the shiny metallic kits seemed to grow brighter, drawing Richards in.

Now, standing in the hallway of Westbrook High, both officers were no longer themselves. Richards had donned the golden AC Milan 2013 3rd kit over his police uniform, the glossy fabric shimmering as he stood beside Dunn. Dunn had tried to resist, but once the golden backwards baseball cap was placed on his head, it was over. His uniform had shifted, merging with the golden jersey and the crisp white button-up shirt beneath it. His expression was vacant, his smirk wide and unthinking.

Both officers were now proud members of the golden team, transformed and obedient.

Outside, the sound of a distant siren echoed down the street. The backup Dunn had called for was on its way. A police cruiser sped toward the school, lights flashing, but the officers inside had no idea what awaited them.

Inside the school, the golden-clad teachers and students smirked knowingly. They had seen this before—resistance crumbling as new recruits were drawn in, one by one.

“Backup’s coming,” Richards said dumbly, scratching his head beneath his new golden cap. His voice was slower now, more relaxed, as if thinking too hard hurt. “But we’ll take care of ‘em.”

Dunn nodded, his smirk widening. “Yeah, they’ll look good in gold.”

The golden team assembled near the front entrance, waiting for the new arrivals. The teachers, now more like enforcers of the transformation, moved racks of shiny metallic golden jerseys closer to the doors. They knew that once the officers arrived, it wouldn’t take long to convert them too.

The backup car pulled up, and two more officers stepped out. Officers Bailey and Morgan approached the school, radios in hand. They had no idea what to expect, but they had heard Dunn’s urgent tone in his last call and knew something was off.

As they stepped closer to the entrance, the strange golden glow from inside caught their attention. “What the hell...?” Morgan muttered, peering through the doors. “Is this some kind of joke?”

Before they could react, Dunn and Richards appeared at the entrance, now fully transformed in their golden uniforms. Their faces beamed with confident, mindless smiles, their eyes almost vacant.

“Hey, guys,” Dunn said, his voice slow and overly friendly. “Glad you made it.”

Bailey’s eyes narrowed. “Dunn, what’s going on? What the hell are you wearing?”

Richards chuckled softly, the sound unnerving. “It’s gold, man. It’s what we wear now.”

Bailey and Morgan exchanged glances, both reaching instinctively for their radios, but they weren’t fast enough. The golden team members surged forward, led by the teachers, who shoved racks of golden jerseys in front of the officers.

“You’re gonna wanna put these on,” one teacher said with a smirk, tossing a shiny golden AC Milan jersey toward Bailey.

“No way,” Bailey muttered, shoving the jersey away. But the moment his hand touched the golden fabric, something changed. His mind fogged, and the soft, hypnotic glow of the jersey pulled him in. He couldn’t look away.

“Try it, man,” Dunn said, his voice like a lullaby. “It feels...real good.”

Before he knew it, Bailey’s hands were moving on their own. He slipped the golden jersey over his police vest, the transformation happening almost instantly. His police uniform shifted beneath the golden fabric, turning into a crisp white shirt and red-and-black striped tie. His mind felt lighter, emptier, and that dumb smile crept onto his face as the number “12” appeared on his back.

Morgan, seeing his partner fall under the spell of the golden kit, tried to resist. “No! What the hell did you do to him?”

But Dunn and Richards simply laughed, holding out a golden backwards baseball cap. “Don’t fight it,” Richards said, his voice slow and lazy. “Gold looks good on you.”

Morgan backed away, but more golden team members surrounded him. One of the students grabbed his arm, pulling him toward the golden rack. Before he could think to resist, a golden jersey was draped over his shoulders, and a backwards cap was shoved onto his head.

The transformation was swift. His police uniform faded, replaced by the same crisp white shirt, red-and-black tie, and golden kit that the others wore. The fog settled over his mind, and the golden light seemed to fill every thought. He smiled, dumb and compliant, joining the team without a second thought.

Now, all four officers stood together, fully transformed and part of the golden team. Their radios lay forgotten on the ground, no longer needed. The school glowed brighter as the golden team welcomed their newest recruits.

“Welcome to the team,” Dunn said, clapping Bailey on the back.

Bailey and Morgan could only smile, their minds too fogged to care. They were golden now, and there was no going back.

Outside, the police car’s lights flickered, but inside, the golden team stood united, ready to spread their influence even further.

[astraeajackson]

GUYS GUYS GUYS okay so i literally JUST thought of this, but LISTEN: what if the hawthorne brothers' dads DIDN'T have such cool last names??? like can you IMAGINE how that would've gone down with tobias:

skye: here, dad, this is your new baby grandson

tobias: cool. hey, quick question, what's the name of the guy you slept with this time?

skye: *gulps* j-jake...

tobias: *frowns* jake... what?

skye: *sighs* ...p-pikachu

the newly named pikachu westbrook hawthorne: this can't seriously be happening right now-

[shellyseashell]

FULL CREW LISTS (DEMON HUNTER AU)

@leftbehindtorot

there are three pirate crews on the isle: the empress, made of the adults originally sentenced to the isle, the sovereign dread, the oldest pirate kids and some younger siblings, and the lost revenge, younger and more magical kids. all are guild aligned.

the empress crew

- elizabeth swann (captain)

- william turner (first mate)

- red jessica marlow (quartermaster)

- tai huang (boatswain)

- jack sparrow (master gunner)

- flynn marlow

- murtogg

- scrum

- callahan talbot

- pintel

- ragetti bennett

- mollie smee (officer)

- misty westbrook

- jake chavarría (officer)

- cubby (cook)

- izzy chavarría (medic)

- quixote cárdenas

- pip westbrook

the sovereign dread crew

- harriet hook (captain)

- sammy smee (first mate)

- charlotte turner (quartermaster)

- anthony tremaine (boatswain)

- henry turner (officer)

- carina smyth barbossa (navigator)

- jade al-jazira

- genevieve gothel (medic)

- murphy kersey (master gunner)

- jasper sparrow

- juliet sparrow

- diego de vil (carpenter)

- gabrielle legume (spy)

- calista jane hook

- amelina tremaine

- finley marlow

- anxelin fitzherbert

- ceallagh talbot

- lalia bennett

- reyes cárdenas

the lost revenge crew

- uma triskelion (captain)

- lachlann hook (first mate)

- gilbert legume (quartermaster)

- bonny marchand (medic)

- tai wei (officer)

- jonas ragna (boatswain)

- gonzo micaela (carpenter)

- ivy de vil (master gunner)

- arlette tremaine

- laz rourke

- charikleia kostas

- yuliana bennett

- erwann westbrook

- desiderio chavarría

[blueonwrestling]

Also heres some star ratings from shows i've watched recently that I havent made any real post about because idk man im balls deep in OSRS atm.

IWGP Women's Championship Mayu Iwatani (c) v. Toni Storm Nagoya Golden Fight | STARDOM 3.75 stars

Miu Watanabe & Miyu Yamashita v. Meiko Satomura & Shoko Nakajima All Rise | TJPW 4 stars

IWGP World Heavyweight Championship Tetsuya Naito (c) v. Zack Sabre Jr. King of Pro Wrestling | NJPW 4.25 stars

DPW Superbattle 19/10/24

Six Man Tag Team Match 1 Called Manders, BK Westbrook & Thomas Shire vs. Leon Slater & Lykos Gym (Kid Lykos & Kid Lykos II) 3 stars

Tag Team Match Alex Windsor & Emi Sakura vs. Danni Bee & Hyan 3.25 stars

Singles Match KENTA vs. Kevin Blackwood 3.75 stars

DPW National Title #1 Contendership Match Mike Bailey vs. LaBron Kozone 4.25 stars

Battle Of The Best Final Match Shoko Nakajima vs. Dani Luna 4.25 stars

DPW National Title Match Masato Tanaka vs. Adam Priest 4 stars

Tag Team Match FTR (Cash Wheeler & Dax Harwood) vs. Violence Is Forever (Dominic Garrini & Kevin Ku) 4.5 stars (AEW need to sign VIF NOW!)

DPW Worlds Title Match Calvin Tankman (c) vs. Jake Something 4.5 stars

AEW Continental Championship Kazuchika Okada (c) v. Kyle O'Reilly Battle of the Belts XII | AEW 4 stars

MLP Forged in Excellent Night 1 and 2

Singles Match Miyu Yamashita vs. Gisele Shaw 3.25 stars

Singles Match Mike Bailey vs. Konosuke Takeshita 4.75 stars

Singles Match El Phantasmo vs. Mike Bailey 4 stars

ROH Women's World Title Match Athena (c) vs. Gisele Shaw 4 stars

AEW International Title Match Konosuke Takeshita (c) vs. Josh Alexander 4.75 stars

WHAT ELSE HAS HAPPENED RECENTLY FUCK ME IM TRYING TO THINK I SHOULD HAVE WROTE IT DOWN FUCK!

fuck it thats all your getting enjoy.

[katiajewelbox]

Thanksgiving is a time for feasting and relaxing, but you can also dance away the lethargy after Thanksgiving dinner. Here I am dancing to vintage Thanksgiving jazz music. Join me and move your body before the pumpkin pie arrives!

Music: Take a Train by Duke Ellington from Jake Westbrook's "Vintage Thanksgiving Music" collection

[pearlwestbrook]

Welcome to Aurora Bay, PEARL WESTBROOK! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like GRACE VAN PATTEN. You must be the TWENTY-SEVEN year old EMPLOYEE AT THE MOVIE HOUSE THEATER. Word is you’re SAVVY but can also be a bit MALICIOUS and your favorite song is SAME by DEB NEVER. I also heard you’ll be staying in OCEAN CREST APARTMENTS. I’m sure you’ll love it!

STATS.

Full Name: Pearl Odette Westbrook Nickname(s): Rabbit (by anyone who knew her when she was younger) Gender: Cis woman, she/her Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Birthday: October 30, 1995 (27) Religion: None Nationality: American Ethnicity: White Hometown: Palmdale, California Current Residence: Ocean Crest Apartments Length of time in Aurora Bay: 7 years Occupation: Employee at the Movie House Theater Education: Three semesters of community college

Height: 5′6 Tattoos: "Thank you and sweet dreams" in Jeff Buckley's handwriting on her upper left ribcage Piercings: Two in her left lobe, three in her right lobe, right nipple Scars: (tba)

Mother: Helena Westbrook Baker (48) Father: Kristoff Mack (55) Step-Father: George Baker (56) Siblings: Stevie Mack (half-sibling) Pet(s): A mean ass Calico cat called Mrs. Washburn, named after her mean ass seventh grade math teacher

PERSONALITY.

Pos. Traits: Savvy, quick-witted, perceptive, self-sufficient, intelligent Neg. Traits: Reckless, mercurial, sarcastic, pretentious, indecisive, self-indulgent, malicious Likes: Experimental cinema, lacy underwear, fashion, Indian food, weed, cigarettes, making people she doesn't like feel bad about themselves, telling lies for no reason, putting ketchup in her macaroni, Jeff Buckley, sex, dark beers, black metal, calzones, her cat, anything that gets her blood going, talking to strangers Dislikes: Sports, most poetry, modern interior design, minimalism, Star Wars, YouTubers, school, working a regular job, her family, philosophy, organized religion, feeling dependent on other people, standup comedy Fears: Having no direction in life, disappointing people, being abandoned

TL;DR.

Pearl's mother — one of nine kids and whose father had two wives — ran away from home at 17, got knocked up by a man who was part of a cult-like religious organization in Provo, Utah, that she met at the strip club where she worked, and then got ghosted by him. She left Utah, went west, and had Pearl in Palmdale, California. Her mother went back to stripping when she was very young and often left her alone and to fend for herself, and then, when Pearl was in her early teens, married the owner of the strip joint, who also happened to be a drug trafficker. When she was 17 he started trying to get Pearl to strip at his club and that was the last straw. She left home at 18 after graduating high school and ended up in Aurora Bay with a roommate a few years later. She tried community college but hated it and works at the movie house theater now.

CURRENT CONNECTIONS.

unknown half-sibling of @mackstevie

enemies to besties with @helenasoarcs

toxic undefined relo with @ulyflynn

frenemies with benefits of @rominacortez

casual hookup of @jake-hudson

unwilling victim of attempted parenting with @cristian-valdes

fan of and friends with @amayapowers

casual enemies and 2am deep convos with @carterjohnsons

golden retriever/black cat energy with @greengideon

mutually destructive friendship with @xaviermattthews

bad influence on @liamburkes

HEADCANONS.

Finds it hilarious that her initials are POW and calls herself a prisoner of war

She got the nickname rabbit partly bc of her full cheeks but also bc she'll chow down on carrot sticks like a rodent, only people who knew her when she was younger wld know the nickname

Doesn't actually like the taste of cigarettes but is fully addicted

Despises weed culture and will stop listening when someone tries telling her about strains

tba

BIOGRAPHY.

**trigger warnings for parental abuse and neglect, allusion to homelessness, mention of religious extremism, drug trafficking, alcoholism

Helena Foughner's mother was one of Josiah Foughner's two wives, and she herself was just one of his nine children. It was a deeply toxic family and he was a deeply toxic and abusive man, and she ran away from all of it when she was seventeen years old, about four months before she would have failed to graduate high school with the rest of her peers. She didn't get far at first — she stayed in and around the Provo and Salt Lake areas for the next few years, often couch-surfing with friends and staying with boyfriends and frequenting motel rooms.

In her early twenties Helena discovered stripping, and it was through this that she finally started making enough money to get an apartment of her own; it was also how she met Kristoff Mack. He was charming in a way that disturbed and fascinated her, and not long after the second or third time they slept together did Helena find herself knocked up with his child and unable to contact him. Devastated and pregnant and terrified and with more hatred in her heart for Utah than ever before, Helena decided to leave for good. With what little money she'd saved, she traveled west just her and her unborn baby, before finally settling down in Palmdale, California, almost nine months later where Pearl was born.

Helena started stripping again just a couple years later. Pearl was often left with neighbors or cheap babysitters or completely alone, because daycare was too expensive and Helena couldn't keep a steady relationship to save her life.

Until she could, of course. George Baker owned the strip joint, and he took a liking to Helena. George Baker was also a drug trafficker, and not a very nice man. As Pearl got older her mother stopped stripping, married George, and allowed him to take care of them, which meant Pearl suddenly had some man pretending to be her father figure when it came to all the shitty stuff but none of the good stuff. He thought Pearl was an instigative little brat and he was right, and she thought he was an evil son of bitch and she was right. Helena was drinking too much by the time Pearl was a teenager to do anything about the abusive way her husband spoke to her daughter. She was also too drunk to be any help when, just before turning eighteen, George approached Pearl about stripping in his club. So she didn't bother ratting him out to her mom at all — Pearl simply left home the minute she turned eighteen and graduated high school.

Unlike her mother before her, Pearl had saved up just enough money through retail jobs she worked in high school to afford an apartment with a friend, and they ended up in Aurora Bay. There, Pearl tried a few different jobs before settling at the Movie House Theater, which she enjoyed because she'd always loved movies and, if she'd been able to last longer than three semester at a nearby community college, would likely have gone on to study film.

That being said, her rough start to life never instilled in her much confidence and that on top of hating the school setting meant she gave up on that idea quickly. She's not content with what she does but doesn't have the ambition to try for anything better, so a lot of her externalized rage is a product of that deep unhappiness and dissatisfaction with her life and her perceived ability to change it.

She dates on and off, sleeps around a lot more. Despite it never helping, she tries to fill the gaping void in her life with meaningless relationships that only end up making her feel worse in the end, and often leave her with additional trauma to pile on top of the rest.

Recently, she's started looking into her biological father out of some misplaced notion that understanding where she comes from might somehow give her a sense of purpose. Her mother never spoke of her father save for a first name, but through some deep digging she finally managed to get a last name as well and connect it to a man in Provo, Utah, who was part of a cult-like religious organization with a freaky recruiting website. It's not really a surprise to her given who her mother is, but it was still, deep down, just another confirmation that her life is garbage and she comes from shitty stock with bad luck.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

A current roommate

The roommate she moved to Aurora Bay with seven years ago (could be the same as the current roommate or something could have happened and they or she moved out)

Co-workers at the movie theater or any other little retail job she did before that

A few besties

Weed smoking buddies

Harder drug buddies + a dealer

Someone who tries to parent her (mostly unsuccessfully)

Someone who’s super chaotic with her and encourages all her poor choices

Some exes (would pretty much all have been toxic relos in some way)

Someone she lowkey idolizes

Enemies baybeeeeee

Would love someone she used to be rly close with and they hate each other now

Also would love the opposite, someone that started off on a bad foot with her but now they’re close

Frenemies!!! Friends only when they’re drunk vibe

Fake friends where they pretend to be friends for some reason but both loathe each other actually

Apartment building neighbors that she’s probably annoyed

Maybe one neighbor who kinda sees through her bullshit tho and lowkey is rly helpful like helped her go down to the basement when she blew a fuse or smth

Someone she knows bc she rear ended them when she borrowed her friend's car or smth ygfuhjds could have turned into a friendship or could be enemies now

Someone she Witnessed Something Weird With and now theyre trauma bonded over it

Hookups/fwb/etc

[tedhead]

need a sweatshirt to walk angie this morning. its time for youtube user jake westbrook’s vintage autumn playlists

[newcountryradio]

New Country 27e jaargang  #T1259 (S818) (C59) van 16 december 2024  (wk 50) uitzending op Smelne fm & Crossroads Country Radio

Album van de week:  Cody Johnson -   A Cody Johnson Christmas

Classic album: Dolly & Kenny Once Upon A Christmas   

Hits of the Year : 2018

Maandfavoriet : Hudson Westbrook – Pray Your Name       

Maandartiest : Bellamy Brothers  

Bellamy Brothers - Jingle Bells (A Cowboy’s Holiday)

Joe Diffie – Pickup Man     30 jaar   

Tim McGraw – Back When .     20 jaar                

Drake Milligan - Cowgirl For Christmas

Riley Green – Christmas To Me .

Hillary Scott - Hard To Wait For Christmas

Vince Vance and the Valiants – All I Want For Christmas Is You

Faith Hill – Where are You Christmas

Ella Langley feat Riley Green – Youlook Like You Love Me         #1

Cody Johnson – Christmas All Year Long    *Album vd week   

Cody Johnson - Pretty Paper

Dixie Chicks – Landslide    *Entertainer 2000

Jake Owen -   I Was Jack (You Were Diane)       2018

Jeff Carson – Santa Got Lost In Texas

Brooks & Dunn –  Boot Scootin’ Boogie    

Hudson Westbrook – Pray Your Name     . favoriet 

Tyler  Childers - . Luke 2-8-10   (sofi )  

Dolly & Kenny – The Greatest Gift Of All

Kenny & Dolly – One Upon A Christmas  (classic album )

Tony Jackson – A Soldiers Christmas Eve  .

Collin Raye – It Could Happen Again

Garth Brooks -  Belleau Wood

Zachary Lucky – John

Brenda Lee – Rockin’ Around The Chrismas Tree.   (3 in 1) 

Gene Autry – Here Comes Santa Claus

Bobby Hems - Jingle Bell Rock

Burl Ives - A Holly Jolly Christmas

Cody Johnson – If We Make It Through December  (Cd vd week)

Skip Ewing – Whenever A Child Is Born  .

Morgan Wallen  - Neon Star  (country boy lullaby)  Album #1

Elvis Presley – Duet with Martina McBride -Blue Christmas

John Berry - O Holy Night

Nashville Mandolin Ensemble -  Sleigh Ride .        Truck song

Bellamy Brothers –   Havin’ A Tropical Christmas   

Flatland Cavalry –  War With My Mind.  juweeltje

Johnny Blue Skies – Mint Tea   vw

Cody Johnson – Silent Night    (Album vd week)  

Willie Nelson –   Please Come Home For Christmas V         

Alan Jackson -.Let It Be Christmas

André Houtappels _ White Christmas..  . dutch

Ben Steneker _ The Hand That Rocks The Cradle .

Wim Pols  ea - A Cowboy's Rocky Mountain Christmas.

Kenny Chesney – Get Along      #5  2017

Jason Aldean – You Make It Easy    #4 2018

Luke Combs – One Number Away     #3  

Kane Brown – Heaven   #2 2018

Dan + Shay – Tequila    #1 2018

[mysticalwolf]

Best vintage music to Listen for Easter and plus spring

Because I love vintage music, since today Easter. I search for Easter music on YouTube, so below me are playlist made by Jake Westbrook, The Vintage Radio, and Carambola of vintage Easter and spring music.

Jake Westbrook

The Vintage Radio

Carambola

[arcadequeerz]

oOO will have to check them out! I rly like Jake Westbrook's videos. Has some nice vintage fall music thts my favorite d:)

[earlgreyentling]

Since it’s Thanksgiving weekend, I wanted to share this year’s Thanksgiving episode of one of my favorite podcasts. If you give it a listen, I hope you thoroughly enjoy :)

[myobt]

Vintage Thanksgiving

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