#Janice Combs

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Baby Phat Show during Olympus Fashion Week Fall 2006 photographed by Johnny Nunez (February 2006).

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Janice Combs, la mère de Diddy

Elle sort du silence pour défendre son fils. Dans un communiqué elle dit « Mon fils n’est pas le monstre qu’on a dépeint. C’est déchirant de le voir jugé non pas pour la vérité mais pour un récit créé à partir de mensonges. C’est un lynchage public" 10 octobre 2024

[vivamwanahip]

P Diddy's Mother Defends Him Amid Controversy, Issues Emotional Statement

mid recent allegations against Sean “P Diddy” Combs, his mother, Janice Combs, has come forward to defend her son, releasing an emotional statement addressing the scrutiny surrounding him. In her message, she acknowledged the complexity of the situation while standing by her son. “It is heartbreaking to see my son judged not for the truth, but for a narrative created out of lies,” Janice Combs…

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Diddy's Mom Speaks On His Arrest & Lawsuits News Buzz

Diddy‘s mom, Janice Combs, has issued her first statement about his legal woes. Janice is breaking her silence amid her son’s piling lawsuits, which began with ex-girlfriend Casandra ‘Cassie’ Ventura suing him in Nov. 2023. Meanwhile, Sean Combs is still sitting behind bars in Brooklyn, New York City, on felony charges of sex trafficking, racketeering, and transportation to engage in…

[theperezhilton]

Repugnant! In a SHAMEFUL statement, Diddy's mother maintains his innocence and calls his survivors liars! Janice Combs... https://youtu.be/Z695L0EPDYc

[shanneltarot]

Why was Janice Combs hospitalized for chest pain? Did Diddy have any involvement? Tarot Reading

Why was Janice Combs hospitalized for chest pain? They say she is stressed out but Why! Did Diddy have any involvement with the decline of his mother's health? #biggie

[moneynow777]

Life changing decisions for 2 people involved . Fear that u might judge ...

[mewpirate]

General Skin-Taker headcanons !

- he can fit his entire body into his hat .

- he has a passion for baking , even though he cannot physically eat them . The most common little pastries he makes are muffins and cinnamon rolls . He feeds them to his pet cat or the Rubberfishes .

- he and Janice wear outfits that parallel each other throughout the show

- at the start of the series he wears more cartoonish / exaggerated clothing ( like a typical cartoon villain ) but somewhere in the middle and end of the series he wears more formal / clothing that is similar to the time era Janice lives in . It's a way of telling her that he's close to her home world and will get her and Melrose so he can sew their skins onto his cape . Meanwhile Janice will have breakdowns on what is reality and what isn't . It's his way of messing with her , but with STYLE 😼

- he wears zoot suits sometimes

- Skin-Taker as a classical / symphony music fan is great but hear me out . he also is an avid enjoyer of blues / jazz music with a hint of gospel into it . The type of gospel music that's usually sad and used to portray sad emotions about death usually played in funerals .

- this one was taken from @emerson-grimes-apologist , he has long Spidey leg fingers , like the other mother from Coraline . He even prepares his sewing just like her at the start of the movie .

- he has a collection of eyeballs that he just likes to swap around with his own eyes , free eye contacts basically .

- Mrs . Skin-Taker isn't her own person , she's more of a different alias / dragsona to Skin-Taker . Like he sometimes pulls it out for disguise like Bugs bunny style and fails miserably at it for comedic effect, but he also uses it just for the fun of it . ( I was thinking that she can be her own separate person in an au but idk )

- he views the Rubberfishes as a parallel to the Tarantula crew , he can see the similarities to them so clearly that he breaks down sometimes over it .

- yea a few scenes involving him will have him just stare at the camera while someone's talking to him or when he's witnessing a memory flashback . He just stares at the screen for a few seconds standing still until he gains consciousness again . It's never discussed by him or the crew and it's brushed off as nothing .

- he sometimes flicks his ribs up and down like what people do with combs just for the fun of it .

- he has a little chest full of trinkets , most of it are shells and crystals like a Rose quartz for example , which is commonly used to mourn the death of a loved one .

- idk if I said this before but he has a bunch of taxidermy in a room right next to the room of ceramic cats . Both human and animal .

- imma say it again but he prefers using body language than speaking , he uses gentle glances and whatnot

- in one certain scene in an episode he and Horace have manipulated Poppy into thinking he'd murdered his own crew . Shit goes on from there and the episode was never mentioned again .

Slight mention of PTSD warning :

- he is terrified of Red Mary , he has really awful memories of her and would scream at the slightest mention of her .

- surprisingly , when he joined alliances with Horace , the Rubberfishes started getting better and living in better conditions . Even black teeth has developed better cooking skills due to Skin-Taker teaching him .

- he takes his fashion skills very seriously , like full on MIRANDA style from " The devil wears Prada " . Where he can go on full rants about a crew member wearing clothes that do not match . These skills are first introduced and put to skill in an episode where he took over on decorations and dresses for Sunny's quinceanera .

- I've got so many voice claims for the guy but I'm only settling on either Michael from TMA or Will Wood's "Dr . Sunshine is dead" song . Idk I Invision him as a funky but menacing guy .

- at the back of his cave theres a greenhouse where there are butterflies and exotic plants he's planted . It turned into the Rubberfishes hangout .

- people will suddenly run into the cave and will vandalize it for fun . Like y'know kids throwing eggs and toilet paper at an old man's house for funsies ?

- he's like the scary villain character that has so many random moments where it becomes funny at certain times . He's like Jim Carrey in "The Mask " at certain times or Mike Myers in Cat in the Hat live action .

- he loves poetry and singing .

- he has kidnapped Melrose once when she first went to candle cove but then soon dropped her off on a shore because of how annoying she was .

- he loves admiring himself and his clothing , despite other's negative response to it . He's not egotistical , he just finds beauty in death and he is an embodiment of that in the world of CC . He's got some self love for some apparent reason .

- he's kept some pet tarantulas and spiders and rescues them , it's supposed to be a symbol ( Or whatever it is idk ) to Lillian . Like an Ode or whatever , he started doing this in the middle of the series when he starts gaining flashbacks of his previous crew .

[brandycranby]

I would apologize for what I’m about to type, but we both know I’ll never be sorry, and honestly, I kinda think you’re gonna like it.

Husband, one night stand, best friend (babe body hair edition)

Curtis’s pubes, Ari’s chest hair, Andy’s beard

here take this supportive friend trophy award 🤲🏼🏆✨ you support my unhingery like no one else hehe

husband: curtis's pubes OFC!!!! pass up the chance to be able to run my hands down his tummy and platonically stroke his hair??? no way!!! [heavy breathing] i need to help him trim his balls, I NEED TO GET IN CLOSE- HRHGHFJFFHFHFHDGRRRRR (you know what's really underrated? the hair on the outside of the thighs, like where the hips end)

one night stand: ari 💕💕 look he's just SO slutty, you know he has experience. chest hair doesn't really have the same impact on me but im sure it's just as luscious down under as it is up top so 😏 yeah, i'll comb his chest for a night.

bff: andy 😔 the beard does it for me!! it does!! but it's not as wild as ari's is, not as untrimmed or crawling down his neck which indicates a wilder bush ya know? i'll settle for being cranky neighborhood bffs with andy, snarking at janice down the road or something, scratch his beard if he really wants me to 👀

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ty for playing <333

[perezhilton]

Should Diddy’s mother be investigated by the authorities??

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Lil’ Kim & Mama Combs at the Grand Opening of Sean Comb's "Justin's Restaurant" (1997)

[palettepainter]

Happy early birthday!

Do you have any headcanons on Floyd and Janice’s relationship! Would love to read it!

Thanks!! Just five days away now...and I am nervous-

As for Floyd and Janice I am always ready to talk about these sweethearts!

-They met each other when Teeth, Floyd and baby Animal where on the road and came across a small band of travelling hipsters, the first one they met was Janice, who offered the two a space to rest and refuel from their travels on the road. Floyd instantly had a soft spot for her because of how quickly she took to Animal and vice verse. Animal usually growled or tried to bite anyone new, but it seemed Janice was simply magic cuz Animal melted at her attention

-I hc Floyd was the one to first develop feelings. Janice was sweet but is a little oblivious, so she just assumed the really strong feelings she gradually developed for Floyd was just because she cared for him as a friend a lot. Despite Floyd having a crush on her first it was actually Janice beat him to the punch and confessed, while also simultaneously asking him out. It was a warm summer evening and the band where camping out in their van on some old country lane. They had all finished dinner when Janice took Floyd off into the fields to sit under a single oak tree, where they spent a few hours just chatting and Janice weaving flowers into Floyd's hair and her own. It was all very cliche: the flowers, the warm summer breeze, the setting sun colouring the sky. Floyd, feeling brave, sends a teasing look to Janice and goes "Ha, this is all sorta romantic like...this the part where I hear some sweet love confession?"

To which Janice calmly replied "Actually like, yeah. That's exactly what I'm gonna do"

And Floyd totally lost his cool and sat there with his jaw hanging open and his eyes wide. It's all good tho Janice was fine with waiting for him to process (she may or may have called him handsome and complimented his moustache, which might have caused a system shutdown that led to Floyd sputtering and blushing harder-)

-Janice loves to play with Floyd's hair. Generally she'll play with everybodys hair if they're sitting next to her, but she does it with Floyd the most. When Floyd started to develop feelings for Janice he'd tense up from nerves whenever she'd start weaving her hands through his hair, but now he finds it quite a relaxing experience. Janice is always patient to comb out stubborn knots and sometimes massages Floyd's scalp which is an instant way to get him to melt

-With them being so different they are prone to occasionally fighting, as any couple does. Floyd has a stubborn streak and Janice, in her own way, can also be a bit stubborn. When this happens Floyd is often the one to leave in a huff and as the two end up leaving to go get some air. That being said, Janice and Floyd do genuinely love each other, and any disagreement they have is quickly resolved and they make up

-I know the band in Muppets Mayhem travel a lot in their van in a never ending tour, so it's implied they're not really the types to lay their roots and settle anywhere. BUT I still love the idea of Janice, Floyd and Animal all sharing a little apartment together somewhere and forming a family domestic family unit. If they did share an apartment together, Floyd would be the one to do the cooking. Floyd does not trust Animal with an oven so he's banned from using it without supervision, and Janice...Floyd loves her, really, but she cannot cook to save her own life. Janice likes to try and make all natural, healthy, organic foods and drinks. All of which taste like she wrung it through an old sock and water it down with sewer water. First time Floyd tried her homemade natural green tea he had to restrain himself from spitting it out. Floyd is often the unwilling sacrifice to try Janice's food, Floyd tried to warn the band about it in the beginning but he wasn't fast enough to save them. Animal is the only one who can stomach her foods and drinks

-Neither are against PDA, but neither feel the need to show more affection for the other then needed. Floyd has called her nicknames before in Muppets Mayhem and in the OG show (baby/mama), and Janice likes to stick with honey (from the OG show). Floyd will also sometimes have his arm over Janice's shoulder or hip, and Janice likes to hold hands and lean on Floyd. When they're a little tipsy they become a lot more cuddly and affectionate - Janice isn't as big of a fan as alcohol as Floyd is so he's the more likely one to get drunk, and when he does get drunk Janice always finds it rather adorable. They're literally that quote from that one video:

Floyd, drunk: Uh- my wife, she'll be upset if she sees you touchin' my chest like that

Janice: I am your wife

Floyd:!!!-.......*blushes* Sup?~

-I don't know if any of the band would be the type for marriage/wedding, since they're not really their scene. Janice believes there is no way to truly display the love in which she and Floyd share, but I feel like Janice would like the idea of a small little wedding like ceremony with just her, Floyd, the band, and a few other guests from the muppets they'd invite. It'd be super casual, with an obvious floral theme, perhaps Floyd would wear his military uniform. Floyd isn't all the fussed about marriage, he knows that Janice is his and she knows that he is hers, but if she really wanted it he'd go along with it (If they had to invite guests I imagine the band would invite a couple of their friends, such as Rowlf, Kermit and Scooter. And Janice would invite Camilla and Piggy - to Floyd's dismay with the latter)

[blackgirlslivingwell]

What Happened Between Travis Scott & Tyga at the Cannes Film Festival?

Sean Kingston's Florida Mansion Raided - His Mom Janice Turner Arrested.

Jermaine Dupri Criticizes Apple Music's 100 Best Albums List.

April Lampros Sues Sean Diddy Combs.

Cassie Ventura Breaks Her Silence About Diddy 2016 Hotel Tape .

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*warning this has my shitty headcannons in it so pls ignore if u hate then dw ;)*

Val isn't bald.. he's just a bug.

MOOOOOTH

Bug bug bug bug bug bug bug bug

Are moths furry

Can they slip over?

Wouldn't it be silly if a moth dressed up as a 1950s housewife?

Mothdhdhdhjdje

Maybe they're silky not furry...

Can moths be therapists?

You know what, I think I understand why Valentino i-is better than Vox it's be-be-because sjwjejsjs----

Sext moth :þ

Bad canon moth tho. Kill canon moth. Canon moth needs to go.

Canon moth would be a terrible therapist.

Canon moth probably puts sugar in his milk

Gross

I don't like milk

Or sugar

Not really it always makes me sick.

Alastor will never need a comb over.

But neither will mothy

Velvette be careful don't get a comb over.

🎉 Valentino did not pay someone to write this thingy in his defense because of his fragile ego 🎉

🎉 I did this on my own mentally ill accord and not because of my boss 🎉

🎉 I'ma shit secretary I can barely spell (thank God for !!!AUTOCORRECT!!!) 🎉

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Life is tuff but fishnets are tuffer... buy ur love potion today!!! (No money had to be spent on this advert.. the boss made it himself)

We're so proud 😚😍 (Love from Janice and the rest of the old ladies he hangs around with when he thinks no one notices)

Well he wanted to learn how to knit and OOOOOH the rest is history ;)

Well yeah Pamela, aren't u prehistoric?

(Old lady death stare that Val has inherited)

*please ignore this thingy if u don't wanna use it.. ik u got ur own universe I'm just being a shitstain :D*

God damn it I'm wired 😍

Theres a lot going on here

Where do we even start?

we dont

I can finish~

Stop

[cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien]

Solar Opposites Characters Theme Songs

Korvo Solar-Opposites: “F.L.Y.” from Ice Nine Kills

Terry Solar-Opposites: “5 Leaf Clover” from Luke Combs

Yumyulack Solar-Opposites: “Me Against the World” from Simple Plan

Jesse Solar-Opposites: “Teenage Dream” from Katy Perry

Pupa Solar-Opposites: “Starships” from Nicki Minaj

Sonya Solar-Opposites: “Complicated” from Avril Lavigne

Lili Solar-Opposites: “Gift of a Friend” from Demi Lovato

Phoebe MacCarthy: “Good Girl” from Carrie Underwood

Janiz Solar-Opposites: “Meant for Something Better” from Audien ft. Lady A.

Evil Terry Solar-Opposites: “Collard” from Vane Lily

AISHA Solar-Opposites: “Turn Me On” from Nicki Minaj ft. David Guetta

EVA Solar-Opposites: “Cups” from Anna Kendrick

MAX Solar-Opposites: “I Am Machine” from Three Days Grace

Kimber: “Rule the World” from Take That

Monica Miller: “She’s So Gone” from Naomi Scott

Parker: “On my Way” from Alex Lahey

Ms. Frankie: “Oh No” from Marina and The Diamonds

Principal Cooke: “Poster Child” from Red Hot Chili Peppers

Cherie: “Wide Awake” from Katy Perry

Montez: “Wrong Side of Heaven” (orchestral version) from Five Finger Death Punch

Pezlie: “Take Me There” from Mya ft. Blackstreet, Mase and Blinky Blink

Nova: “When I Look At You” from Miley Cyrus

Ms. Perez: “Lift Me Up” from Rihanna

Mia: “New” from No Doubt

Kevin: “Best Song Ever” from Simple Plan

Sherbet: “Lollipop” from MIKA

Jamie: “Give Me Everything Tonight” from Pitbull ft. Ne-Yo, Afrojack and Nayer

Darcy: “Give Your Heart a Break” from Demi Lovato

Kevin’s Wife: “So What?!” from P!nk

Mark Melner: “Hero” from Christopher Wilde

Kevin’s Daughter and Kevin’s Son: “I’m Just a Kid” from Simple Plan

Randall: “Beast and the Harlot” from Avenged Sevenfold

Cheery Smithers: “Had Me @ Hello” from Olivia Holt

Janice: “Honey and The Bee” from Owl City

Stacy G: “Chemistry” from Kelly Clarkson

Louise: “I Really Like You” from Carly Rae Jepsen

Trevor: “Cruise” (remix) from Florida Georgia Line ft. Nelly

Alice: “Tell Me Something I don’t Know” from Selena Gomez

Dr. Weatherstone: “Genius” from Sia ft. Labrinth and Diplo

Naomi: “Something Real” from Kelli Berlungd and China Ann McClain

Sister Sisto: “Don’t Tell Me” from Disturbed ft. Ann Wilson

Super Shlorpian Korvo: “Part of Me” from Disturbed

Mundane Terry: “Monster” from Imagine Dragons

Super Shlorpian Yumyulack: “The Night” from Disturbed

Mundane Jesse: “In The Dark” from Birthday Massacre

Phoebe MacCarthy and Monica Miller belongs to @themagicwolf6677

Janiz, Lili, EVA and MAX belongs to @avaveevo

Cheery and Naomi belongs to me

[spirit-x-ing]

@paraphysics continued from 📷

“ Oh. ” the woman nodded and placed her hands on the table, one on top of the other. “ Yes, I’m … I’m sorry. ” she sounded confused, uncertain of her own words — as if her mind was pushing itself just to make sense of where she was, what she was doing. “ that’s fine. ” Tom leaned forward, assembling his patience along with a pleasant smile — “ I uh, hear you’re interested in a cemetery. ”

The woman looked outside the diner window, slowly blinking out blinding midday sun. A smile slowly pulled her wrinkled lips to the side. It struck Buckley as sad … in a way. “ We used to play there. Me and Carol — and Janice. We would chase each other between the gravestones, closing our eyes and holding out our arms as we spoke in tongues … ” she laughed to herself. A bitter sweet expression graced her creased features. Tom immediately recognized the gleam in her dark eyes. ɴᴏꜱᴛᴀʟɢɪᴀ.

He watched as she saw slides from her childhood projected against her mind’s eye :

𝙥𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙨���𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡’𝙨 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙨 - 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙪𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨. 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙨, 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨. 𝙖 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙞𝙡𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧, 𝙡𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙤𝙛 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 — 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙪𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙘. 𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙪𝙨𝙠.

The Investigator sensed her yearning ; 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘺. His back eased into the steel skeleton of his chair. Tom’s urgency melted, feeling as though the resurgent spark of youth in this woman’s eyes had the power to simply stop time from progressing. 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙢. 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣. 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨. 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙣. 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 — confined to the edges of their sliver and black freckled table.

“ We would each take turns. ” she continued, “ ‘Til we couldn’t run no more. Then we would lie down and catch our breath telling each other ghost stories. ”

“ You know what they say about falling asleep on a grave ? ” Tom’s brow raised, surprised she had suddenly deviated from her reminiscing to address him. he opened his mouth and faltered … “ ah — no. what do they say ? ”

“ Souls that can’t rest in peace pass into your dreams. ” Tom smiled, “ I guess that’s why people hang dream catchers above their bed. ” The woman closed her eyes and turned her face towards the window again, basking in the sun “ Won’t sleep without it … ”

The young man sitting beside her stood. His chair grunted against the linoleum floor as he stepped back and turned toward’s the diner’s open door without a word. Buckley watched him as silence elapsed. He watched the man through the window he sat next to, step towards the curb and take a small red and white box from his baggy jeans and position a thin cigarette between his lips. “ did you sleep there. ”

It was easy to imagine the woman young, carelessly drifting away on a bed of soft grass — eyes rolling beneath her dark eyelids as they were entertained by phantoms from urban legends … “ Often. It is a place of rest … for some. ”

Buckley looked from the man outside towards the elderly woman before him. She was still smiling, eyes shut, soaking in daylight — completely at peace and detached from the chatter around them and the sound of hissing grease combing from the grill just beyond the diner’s counter.

He felt similarly indifferent to the slow buzz of life that possessed new orleans on days such as these.hot. humid. bright. But his stillness wasn’t at all derived from a contentedness. The physicist wanted to understand and appreciate the woman’s superstition as a cultural fallacy. He stared at her without moving a muscle, his lips closed to conceal a confession that constricted his tongue. 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤𝙤. not by ghosts or a guilty conscience. It couldn’t exactly be identified through the lens of a metaphysic obsession or psychological analysis. Tom’s tongue felt dry.

“ do you believe something left the cemetery with you. ” He asked quietly, his pale eyes still entranced by something far beyond the diner’s light pink walls. The woman nodded and inclined her chin : “ I do. ” she stated. “ Sleep was sweet then. Never tainted by thoughts more troubling than what I’d wear the next day … they were so simple, and warm and that must have called her out of the earth. ” “ her ? ”

“ Dolores. ” “ your ghost ? ” “ Yes. ”

They rejoined time together. The old woman looked over Tom as he finally blinked and slid his elbows off the table. His fingers found a piece of crinkled paper from a straw and his forearms rested against the aluminum edge of their table as the wrapper was twisted between his fingers. “ dolores … ” he repeated, absently watching the paper fray as it was twisted into a fine line. “ so, why do you want my help. ”

The woman sighed and tilted her head, “ Well, I was under the impression that I was going to see a healer. My son sent for you instead. ” she chuckled. Buckley looked out the window. Smoke lazily billowed up above the man’s sunbathed shoulders as he watched cars and people pass down the street. His suspicions were correct.

“ why do you want to see a healer. ” He asked the woman, trying his very best to hide his analysis with an ignorant smile. The woman paused, pursing her lips before answering cautiously. “ I don’t have much time left mister buckley. I’m going to sleep in that cemetery soon — and for good. but I’m still tethered to this lost soul. ”

“ dolores ? ” “ Mhmm, she’s holdin’ on. I don’t want to be stuck here with her. ” Tom nodded. His fingertips lost interest in their mangled piece of paper and rested flat against the warm tabletop. “ well … I’ll see what I can do. ” He stood and shook the woman’s hand. She thanked him, and with one final dry smile he left her to join her son out on the curb.

“ She always talkin’ bout death. ” Buckley scarcely stepped outside when the man addressed him without bothering to look away from the street. Tom squinted in the sunlight and placed his hands in his pockets, “ she’s just scared. ” The man shook his head. A whisp of white smoke quickly shot from his nose. “ She old. Thinks she knows better than the doctor. She sick — did she tell you that. ”

“ no. ” The man flicked his cigarette away and scuffed it out with his work boot, leaving behind a small black smudge. “ Well the only reason she gonna die is because her heart’s too weak for this ghost - shit. ” he responded shortly. Tom looked down and pressed his lips together “ I don’t know if I can help … I can call someone. ” The man shook his head silently. Buckley lingered for a moment longer, before making his way towards his car. 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘁.

Usually he liked to spend evenings with only the voices of talk show hosts to keep him company as he dug around inside some old piece of tech. Even when he felt restless he’d find a quiet public corner to tuck himself into as he observed others. Though, this was one of those evenings where Tom preferred to disappear in a place where the drum of life would drown out his thoughts. 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙮. If it weren’t for the fact that he kept to himself, he would have stuck out sorely as an outsider.

He only regretted his decision slightly, after a third drunk patron grabbed his shoulder to stabilize themself as they stumbled past the bar. “ jesus. ” he muttered to himself as he swiped a coin from beside an empty coaster on the bar top and began flipping it between his fingers.

CRAP!

She was running late and this bus kept stopping at practically every stop to pick up passengers. The elderly man with his wheelchair didn't help. Though that was life. Lorelai checked her makeup as she pulled out a compact mirror and rubbed off some smeared eyeliner. She had her hair up in a neatly curled ponytail, a black and white, cute, polka-dot dress. It was nice as if she was going out on a date. Soon her stop came as she pulled the string, the bus stopped. She stepped out quickly not surprised to see people waiting to get on. Lorelai moved quickly dodging the tourists and locals walking along the crowd as she stepped into her new job. She rushed to the bar where she saw the blonde owner busy making drinks behind the bar.

❝I'm here! Sorry, I'm late,❞ Lorelai announced and immediately apologized as she leaned against the bar. The woman turned and looked her over with a scoff-like laugh. She shook her head as she turned, holding a bottle with one hand and an empty glass with ice in the other.

❝Great...you're overdressed,❞ she responded. Lorelai's head tilted with confusion.

❝How?❞ she asked immediately. ❝You said to dress pretty,❞ she added as she looked herself over. The woman threw her head back as a few patrons along the bar stared over her as well, smiling.

❝Lorelai...that's your name right?❞ she asked. Lorelai nodded. ❝I know we're a relatively new establishment but you're obviously new around here. Darling, don't you know where you're at?❞ she asked loudly as the place was buzzing with chatter.

❝Uhhh...a bar?❞ Lorelai answered. The woman shook her head.

❝Sit down for a moment...watch...eyes on the stage,❞ she added as she continued to make her drink. Lorelai decided to turn around and lean against the bar instead. It was dark for the most part, the tables full, light on the stage with a glittery curtain on stage. She assumed the band was behind the curtain as the music started playing. Then the curtains suddenly opened and there were three ladies on stage in very risque costumes. They strutted out as the audience began to cheer and clap. Lorelai's jaw dropped in confusion as they started dancing, a pianist was playing behind them. It was the guy who decided to give her a chance. ❝This is the House of the Rising Sun. We're a cabaret bar, specifically focused on burlesque,❞ the woman leaned in and said loudly near Lorelai's ear.

❝Oh....❞ Lorelai let out realizing what she meant.

❝Gloria!❞ she called out suddenly. A woman who was carrying a tray of empty glasses neared. ❝You still wanna work here?❞ The woman asked. Lorelai swallowed as she looked at Gloria who neared. She was dressed a bit scantily but overall she was well-clothed. She took a deep breath and released a heavy sigh. She nodded finally. The woman held back a chuckle with a smile. ❝Find some clothes for the new girl,❞ she decided. ❝My name is Phyllis...JP, my husband, and I,❞ she paused nodding to the guy at the piano. ❝We own this joint, you wanna work here, you better be a fast learner and even faster on your feet, got that?❞ she asked as Lorelai nodded once more. ❝Okay....go,❞ she said.

❝Follow me," Gloria said dropping off her tray on the bar with a smirk. Lorelai quietly followed Gloria across the bar and to another area. It was a dressing room, that looked like something a Las Vegas showgirl would have. Lit-up vanities, mirrors, clothes, costumes scattered about. ❝Well...new girl...my name is Gloria what's yours?❞ She stated with a southern draw as she turned checking her over.

❝Lorelai.❞

❝Well, Lorelai, looks like you'll fit into most of the things we got here,❞ she stated. ❝Most gals are on the curvy side, Lita's kind of thin, and Mable is a bit short and curvy...I guess people would call her thick if ya know what I mean,❞ she stated with a wink. ❝We waitresses usually come to work dressed so...❞ she paused. ❝Though you'll be surprised what people leave behind,❞ she stated going through a pile of clothes. ❝Cute dress by the way...ain't goin' to do no good here,❞ she added. She pulled out some fishnet stockings and a pair of black sequence shorts. ❝Here...try these on,❞ she tossed them to Lorelai who caught them. Lorelai looked them over and sighed. She nodded.

❝Well...what the heck,❞ she said bobbing her head. She quickly found a curtain and started changing. Gloria thought it was funny that Lorelai looked for a place to change behind. She supposed modesty wasn't an issue in this line of work. She soon stepped out with a black bra, fishnet stockings, and black sequence shorts. Gloria chuckled but nodded.

❝Here...I just found this,❞ she spoke as she tossed her something else. It was a striped black and white off-the-shoulder top. Lorelai quickly put it on and examined herself in a vanity mirror. Gloria snuck up behind her placing her hands on Lorlai's shoulders. ❝Not bad, Lorelai,❞ she sang looking at her reflection as well. ❝Oooh,❞ she let out looking down at the vanity. She leaned over and grabbed something. ❝Try this on,❞ she added. ❝It's Tiffany's but she doesn't mind if we borrow her accessories as long as you give them back,❞ she added as she put on a black silk choker. Lorelai gulped. She didn't have too much clothing with her and she was starting to realize what she did own was not like this. ❝Now look at ya, you lookin' good now...come on let's show the boss,❞ Gloria said excitedly.

Lorelai quickly stepped back into her shoes and followed Gloria out. Gloria led her back to Phyllis as she Phyllis looked her over and smiled. A guy she had just served and was hearing the whole situation looked her over and whistled. Lorelai blushed out a smile.

❝Well, well, JP might be right after all,❞ Phyllis decided. ❝Greg seems to give his seal of approval,❞ she added as Lorelai looked at the older patron and flashed a smile.

❝That's Greg, he's a regular here," Gloria spoke leaning into Lorelai's ear because of the noise.

❝Hi, Greg Broflovski,❞ the older patron stuck his hand to shake. Lorelai nodded and shook it.

❝Lorelai...❞ she greeted. He nodded and let go.

❝Welp, Gloria...get Lorelai settled in with the basics,❞ Phyllis decided. ❝Chop-chop,❞ she added with a clap of her hands.

Gloria gave her the basics of how the establishment worked. Though since she was just a waitress her job was relatively easy. Take orders, type them in the register, take money give change bring back used glasses, and toss bottles. Keep tips. She was quickly getting the hang of things. Plus the TIPS! The tips were good, she chatted up a few patrons, flashed a smile, charmed the pants off a couple, and bang money! She could see that the girls on stage clearly made a lot more, however. Lorelai headed back to check up on her makeup as she came back out and noticed Greg wave off.

❝Good luck, have fun, it's nearing my bedtime,❞ Greg waved and stumbled off his stool. Lorelai held back a snicker as she waved and got back to work. She saw Greg grab onto another patron to stabilize himself for a moment. ❝Sorry,❞ he grumbled as he regained his balance and started heading out. Lorelai's color drained from her face as she caught a glance of who he held onto. When did he get here?

She swallowed as she glanced down at herself. SHIT! Well, it wasn't like she was dressed badly but this was not the place she wanted to run into Snooping Wedding Photographer. She huffed as she decided to grab a tray once more and head out towards the tables instead. She put on a smile and walked up to a full table.

❝Get you guys anything?❞ she asked. A few people smiled as they began ordering. Lorelai took note and headed back. She headed to Phyllis. ❝Three Budlights, one Corona, and Jack on the Rocks,❞ Lorelai said quickly, handing a twenty to Phyllis. She glanced nervously in Tom's direction hoping he wouldn't notice her. The place was packed and it was dimly lit. Phyllis punched it in.

❝A dollar-seventy-five, short but take the beers over for now,❞ she noted.

❝Got it,❞ Lorelai said grabbing the beers putting them on her tray, and taking them over. She got the remaining cash and headed back, Phyllis placed it in the register as she handed her the Jack on the Rocks. Lorelai once again went back to hand the patron their remaining drink. She sighed as she continued her best to work, she didn't need the distractions at the moment. Though another one walked in. It was Kevin and his buddies. Lorelai rolled her eyes and groaned. WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?! She yelled internally.

Kevin and his entourage of buddies waltzed in. He looked at the bar and noticed it was crowded so his pals headed toward the stage area to find a table to sit at.

❝Be right back, I'm going to order some drinks,❞ Kevin told his buddies and headed toward the bar. Lorelai turned quickly to face the other direction. ❝LORELAI!?❞ he shouted as Lorelai swallowed. ❝Lorelai is that you girl?❞ he asked. "I recognize those brown locks and ponytail anywhere,❞ he added as he neared. Lorelai turned and sighed.

❝Hey, Kevin,❞ she greeted defeatedly. Kevin gave a hardy chuckle.

❝What are you doing here?❞ he asked. Lorelai sarcastically tilted her head as Kevin looked her over, noticing her tray in her hand. ❝Wait you're working here?❞ he asked shocked. Lorelai looked to the side as she neared, grabbing his shoulder.

❝Yes!❞ she hissed loudly at him. ❝You gotta promise not to tell the others...❞ she added. ❝I told Miriam I'd get a job so I can help pay rent and well...just look, promise not to tell the others about it,❞ she whispered as Kevin dropped his head laughing instead.

❝Okay...but-❞

❝No buts...look I gotta get back to work. It's my first day,❞ she added Kevin found this even more hilarious as he laughed loudly.

❝Fine...get your fi- I mean ass- forget it. Don't tell the others I was here too alright!?❞ he decided to bellow out as Lorelai headed back to the bar frustrated. She pushed her bangs back as she could hear the stage get ready for another performance.

She sighed as she finally had to acknowledge the elephant in the room as she rolled her head in his direction. She flashed a smile as she turned to face him. She leaned her elbow casually on the bar. ❝So... I hope you enjoy the show,❞ she stated as she stared in his direction, pretty sure he was casually snooping in on her minor drama. ❝Do you want anything?❞ she decided to add as she was technically still on the clock.