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DELICATE✰ CHARLES LECLERC.

v. i gave my blood, sweat and tears for this

— the one where both of you have given everything to be where you are.

warnings: misogyny, sexual harassment, this is how monaco went btw i accept no criticism. barely proofread, sorry. 3.7k words (+ article, podcast excerpts)

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'Have we let y/n y/ln get away with way too much?'

By Alan Gomez

Yes folks, it might be our own fault, we have created a monster in the form y/n y/ln. Mediocre actress at best and with an even worse personality, if the latest events are any indication.

But how could we let this happen? Come on, we're smarter than this!

The thing is, y/n brainwashed us into believing that her doe-eyed, no-brain characters were actually her. Don't beat yourselves up over this too much, even I was a victim of those pretty eyes. But now that the blindfold has fallen, we have come to realize we have let y/n get away with everything!

You might know y/n from Supercut, the romantic comedy that took the world by storm in 2019, where she starred alongside Aidan Kim and it lead to these two becoming one of the general public’s most cherished couples. At least until two months ago, when their breakup was announced via Inside Out. Although there haven’t been any official statements, given the circumstances, we believe it was the actress who broke it off with Kim.

→ Aidan Kim and friends at Cannes Film Festival

→ Y/N supports alleged boyfriend at charity football match

But whether she’s dating a new guy now or not, why do we keep letting her do whatever she wants?

How did she actually brainwash us into thinking she’s anything close to an “it girl”? After Supercut, all she’s done is the absolute bare minimum to keep people talking about her, it’s all RomComs and no effort. I didn’t want to be that person, and you have to believe me on this, but Aidan Kim made her.

Let’s remember Aidan built his career from the ground as a member of Star-5 the early 2010’s boyband that split in 2018. He was the ‘someone’ in the relationship. How can people even compare having the hit song “Round and Round” in your résumé to being in Scream (Netflix) and The Mist (again, Netflix)?

Aidan made us like her and the writers of Parisian Valentine, The Hating Game and Last Night In Love, did her a HUGE favor by consolidating her as the “Queen of RomComs” by what standard? Well, don’t ask me.

The truth is, we accepted y/n into our hearts and homes, thanks to Aidan Kim and an unbelievable amount of luck, and we haven’t held her accountable for anything ever.

Here’s what I’m talking about, if you’re still wondering what the point of this article is, click on every link to be taken to the whole context, you’ll thank me later:

❍Y/N yells at paparazzi to leave her alone as she walks around Beverly Hills with Victoria Presley.

❍ Y/N praises Taylor Swift while tearing down several male artists for writing songs about their personal experiences.

❍ Y/N says in interview with ELLE that not every movie has to be “profound”.

And just for fun:

❍ A collection of Y/N’s disastrous looks.

It’s time we realize y/n y/ln is talentless, has a horrible personality and feigns innocence she certainly doesn’t have. You will NOT continue to take advantage of us, y/n! It’s all over for you, so I’m glad you’re dropping your pathetic career to become a WAG. #Y/NIsOverParty.

↺ FROM ❛WE WATCH❜ PODCAST

Paul Byrnes: Can y/n really do another role now, after all she’s known for are romantic comedies?

Anna Sanchez: well, I really liked her in The Mist, she did great as character in a horror it was—

Paul Byrnes: No one cares about The Mist, Anna, just you.

Anna Sanchez: all I’m saying is she’s a good actress, she can do other things. That was your question, Paul.

Paul Byrnes: Well, in my opinion she can't and that's it.

↺ FROM ❛IT TALK❜ PODCAST

Greg Zane: Let's talk y/n y/ln and her fashion choices now that she's an F1 WAG. What do we think?

Riley Green: She's a what now? How long has it been since she broke up with Aidan Kim?

Martha Vincent: I think she's looking great, I just wish she'd let go of the ugly caps.

Riley Green: No seriously, how long did she stay single?

Greg Zane: I agree Martha, but caps are big in Formula 1, nothing we can do about that. I'm wondering if she'll go for a more glamorous look in Monaco.

Riley Green: guys? hello?

Martha Vincent: Oh Riley, we're not talking about her love life, let it go.

↺ FROM ❛HOLLYWOOD VIBES❜ PODCAST

Pauline Oscar: [cont.] I'm just so curious about the reason of their breakup, why hasn't anyone said anything?! It must be juicy.

Brenda Yim: I feel like it's bad for one of them, most likely y/n. Hello, can anyone offer one of their friends some money? Just like old times!

Pauline Oscar: [laughs] Definitely! We need to know! Can it get any worse than the fact that she's already with another guy? What's his name? Charles Le what? She soooo cheated.

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ynfreesia UM THE LIKES?

xxynbaby it's "monaco" of course

aidanluvs you don't even have the decency to pretend like you're alone? fuck you

ynredstar i cannot defend you if you pull this shit girl

mati.bassi great view for breakfast with my best girl!💕

ynredstar oh ynredstar nevermind thanks mati ↳ feels4aidan don't be so gullible she's obviously covering up for them

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May 27th, Montecarlo, Monaco.

THERE are tears in your eyes, and despite your best efforts not to let them run down your cheeks, it's futile. The worst part is that you're the one doing this to yourself. There's zero need to read 'articles' from pseudo journalists on how a man gave you your career and how you're tossing it into the trash for another. Not to mention the cascade of curses you received for a picture on instagram, where everyone thought you were with the other man.

Has your life really come to this? People don't talk about you unless a guy is involved? You loathe it. Your career was never about Aidan, and it's not about Charles now. Who only makes things worse every time he shows up and yet you can't manage to bring it up to him.

It's embarrassing. You don't want to walk up to him during whatever free time he has in a hectic weekend, and ask him if it really doesn't annoy him everything the press has made up about the two of you, or if he's really that unbothered by being paired up with you in the wildest scenarios, and tell him that he can shut them down whenever he feels like it (you wish he would already), and let him know you won't mind whatever he says about not being involved with you.

But no, Mr. Leclerc is busy giving unclear answers at interviews and liking your instagram posts, as if this isn't already a wildfire.

You put down your phone and pick it back up almost immediately, Vic's ringtone fills your hotel room and you wipe away your tears before answering her FaceTime request.

"Were you crying?" it's the first thing she says, moving her sunglasses to the top of her head. There's a lot of noise in the background and you can barely make the words out, but she comes so close to the phone that all you can see is the tip of her nose. "Why were you crying?"

"It's nothing, Vic. What's up?" you sigh, rubbing your eyes only makes things worse but you don't want to worry about that now.

"I just got to Monaco, babe," the phone is at a safe distance from her nostrils again and you can see around her, the airport where you landed a few days ago. "I'm with my parents," she rolls her eyes, lowering her voice. "But if you could get me into the Ferrari Suite I can hang out with you tomorrow!"

They allowed you one guest and the spot has already been taken by Mati, so there really isn't much you can do in terms of getting her into the Ferrari Suite. "Well, let me see what I can do, okay?"

"Okay," she sounds unsure, you know Vic enough to be sure she expected a different answer. "I mean my parents have Lounge privileges but it's more fun to be with you."

Had she said something about coming to Monaco you might have been able to do something, but as far as you were concerned she planned to stay in France all week, enjoying Cannes and mingling.

"I'll do my best Vic, but you know how they are," you exhale heavily, "Plus it's a crazy-ass weekend."

"Isn't it always?" she's yawning now, "We can meet for dinner later and you can tell me what's up alright? Being with my parents is so boring."

You shake your head, "Be nice, they just want to hang out with you. I'll call you after Quali," you check the clock on top of the nightstand, it's 10 am. You have to get ready for FP3, which you don't care about attending or not but Stuart Schaffer asked to see you, so you haven't got much of a choice.

"Sure babes, love you." Vic pulls her sunglasses down again and blows a kiss to the screen.

"Love you too," it's your turn to yawn as you tap the hang up button.

You look at the special edition Ferrari cap you received as a gift yesterday on top of your suitcase and immediately discard the idea of wearing it. No caps. And then the wave of disgust invades you, are you seriously going to do what some random man said on a podcast you came across by accident?

The answer is yes, unfortunately.

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You would rip your leg off if you could, at least it would mean you’d be able to get out of this chair and away from Stuart. But his palm resting on top of your knee feels like a death grip and you’re frankly afraid to move in case it goes further up.

Mati decided to skip FP3 and you’re really hoping she’ll be on time for Quali because you have no one else to talk to, Stuart is just parading you around again and keeping you way too close for comfort because he’s in a great mood since both Ferraris maintained their top spots and things are looking hopeful for Qualifying.

You know it’s your chance to ask if you can bring Victoria around tomorrow, and you know the answer will be yes, but you don’t. You don’t want to ask things from this man, he’s the type to never forget a debt.

You barely catch a glimpse of Carlos and Charles as they walk by on the way to their debrief and Charles waves at you quickly, with a single-dimpled smile. He’s wearing the same cap you refused to put on.

“I’m going to call my friend,” you blurt out once Charles is out of sight, finally moving your leg back to make Stuart’s hand drop. “She had the worst hangover, I have to check up on her.”

“Oh, you girls get wild in Monaco,” Stuart cackles as you sprint away from him, actually resisting the urge to wipe your knee clean.

"Hey y/n!" Mati's voice can barely be heard above the EDM playing wherever she is. "What's up?"

"Where are you?" you whine, looking back inside the Suite. "Help."

"What's wrong?" you picture her frowning as she tries to walk away from the noise helplessly.

You feel guilty for worrying her so you sigh. "Nothing, I just hate being here. Are you coming here for Qualifying?"

"Yep," she pops the 'p' and laughs. "Listen, why don't we have lunch here at the yacht and then go back for Quali?"

"Yes!" once again you look over your shoulder to where the Elix men are laughing at their own jokes and patting each other's backs. “I’m on my way, okay?”

“I’ll be right here, also don’t scare me like that again, please.”

“Sorry,” you chuckle, embarrassed. Maybe you’re a bit dramatic at times, but it’s really all good-natured. “See you in a minute.”

You turn to the door of the Suite, giving a short jump back when you open it at the same time as someone else.

“Oh, god,” you sigh, stepping inside as Charles moves out of the way to let you in. “Thanks.”

“Sorry I scared you,” he smiles, closing the door again once you’re fully in. Charles is once again holding a closed Elix can, tapping his fingers on the side.

You eye it suspiciously, wondering if the thing has really grown on him. After all, one of the first things he told you was how much it disgusted him.

“It’s alright. I thought you were in your debrief?” You grab a can of Elix yourself, looking good in front of the sponsors cannot hurt.

“It was a short one. Keep doing what you’re doing kind of thing,”

“Right. Well, good for both of you,” you look around for Carlos but he’s nowhere to be seen. “Would it jinx it to say ‘good luck’ for later?”

You know many sportspeople take their jinxes and rituals way seriously, and you don’t want to be the one to blame if something goes wrong for the local star.

Charles considers this for a second and then shakes his head no. “Wish me luck,” he smiles.

“Good luck, Charles.” You beam back at him, enjoying—despite yourself—the way his eyes burn into yours.

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You’re back at the Suite with Mati 10 minutes before Qualifying starts. The tension that had seeped out of your body in the form of laughter and loud singing with Mati is already making its way back to your back and jaw. You’re not ready to be around the Elix people again, but you must. However, first, you make Matilde promise she won’t leave your side.

Stuart Schaffer is already patting the empty seat next to him when you make your way through the refreshment tables. You smile at him, a muscle in your cheek falters as you walk past him on your way to the balcony, to catch both Ferraris leaving the garage.

“Oh don’t drink that,” you whisper when you see Mati walk your way, two cans of Gold Elix in her hands. “Don’t.”

Matilde snorts, “You’re literally the ambassador of this thing, and you don’t like it?”

“SHHH!”

“Fine, but those guys are looking at us so we have to at least sip it.”

You groan, opening the one she offers you and then taking a huge gulp. “Yum,” you mock.

Mati laughs again before her face goes sour with the taste. “Oh my God,”

“Warned you,” yet you take another sip. You think that if it grew on Charles it might grow on you, but you don’t really see it happening.

Q1 and Q2 go by smoothly, at least for Ferrari and you’re on the edge of your seat for Q3. This is the race you’ve been more excited for, but it’s not like you’ve attended many others. Still, Monaco just hits different.

The end of Q3 almost gives you a heart attack, although you also blame your almost empty Elix. You didn’t even notice how much you drank, but the thing that really gets your heart jumping out of your chest is Victoria’s ringtone.

Begrudgingly, you turn away from the track. She has texted you a thousand times, without exaggerating, since Quali started and you know it’s because she’s bored out of her mind at the Lounge with her parents. But you’re starting to find this genuinely entertaining and you are bothered by the distraction.

“I told you I’d call you after Quali, Vic,” you singsong, looking up at the screens inside the Suite.

“Well Quali is almost over, no one cares about the last three minutes.”

You do, Max Verstappen is in first place, then Charles and Checo in P3. You’re crossing your fingers for Charles to manage to get above both Red Bulls. And for Carlos to squeeze in there too.

You don’t say anything else, too enthralled by the battle on the screen.

“Y/n?” Vic raises her voice, “Are you listening to me?”

“Yes Vic, what is it?”

“We’re going to be at Ferrari together tomorrow, right?”

You wince, glad she chose a phone call instead of FaceTime this time around. You haven’t asked and you don’t intend to. Vic still has VIP Lounge access, she’ll be fine.

“They said no, Vic.” You lie, your eyes scanning the screen, it’s the last lap before they get the checkered flag out. “I’m sorry.”

“What? Why? Did you tell them I can give them publicity? I have one million followers!”

“Monaco is different from Miami,” you explain gently, “But you’ll still be at the VIP, you have a great view.”

“Yeah, whatever,” she’s beyond annoyed now, as it happens every time things don’t go her way. You can’t blame her, but you also think it will be good for her to spend some time with her parents, whom she refuses to visit although they live in Malibu and pay her mortgage. “We’re still up for dinner though, right?”

“Yep! I’ll meet you at your hotel.”

“Okay see you then, babes.”

By the time your eyes return to the screen, Charles is in P1, Carlos in P3 and the Ferrari Suite is exploding in cheers.

YOU’RE up painfully early the next day. Vic and you went back to your respective hotel way past three am and you’re exhausted, but at least you had enough self-control to avoid today’s hangover.

Nevertheless, the morning goes by in a blur between breakfast with Elix people, calls with Mildred and Walter, your manager, and two casting agents that tell you that no, you don’t need to go for an in-person casting, you’re not getting the role.

By the time you get to the Suite you have a headache and the knot on your throat is progressively getting harder to swallow. You only make things worse by rage-reading tweets with your #IsOver hashtag.

People claim, with more force every day, that Aidan gave you everything and you are starting to regret ever meeting him.

You have worked your ass off for years, taking on small roles, commercials, stock-photo deals. Learning scripts and going to castings and taking classes, you have been criticized and rejected for more things than just “not fitting the role”.

You have given everything you are and everything you have, and people assure what you got in return you owe it all to some man.

“Hola y/n!” Carlos is the first one to get back to the Suite and you wish he would rub off some of his good mood on you. “How are you today?”

“Hi Carlos, I’m alright and you?”

“You definitely look it,” he says, semi-sarcastically. “Something on your mind?”

The knot is back in your throat so you shake your head no. “And yours?”

“Nada de nada.” he smiles. You’re still growing on each other, but this is the most comfortable you’ve been while sharing the same space.

Charles arrives while Carlos, Mati (who is hungover from her party at the yachts) and you are comparing workout playlists. Wearing what now seems to be like his comfort cap, and a pair of ugly ripped jeans, he smiles brightly at the three of you.

You’re happy to see both Ferrari boys so smiley after the past couple races. Miami especially. And you hope they’ll do well; but you’re particularly scared for Charles, and whatever it is that made him unlucky in his hometown, you don’t want this day to end on a sour note.

You spend about an hour talking to them about anything, your movies, their races, Mati's tour with Romeo and Juliet. Music, hobbies and quirks, Charles and Carlos have an opinion on everything and they are actually quite fun to be around. Then, a Ferrari Team member comes to get them for the Drivers Parade so you wave them goodbye, wishing them a smooth race.

"You're not going to wish me luck, y/n?" Charles asks, the smirk on his face is one you identify as mischievous, and it makes a small wave of anxiety run down your back.

Mati stops the bottle of water halfway through her mouth to ogle at the two of you, and the palpable tension that has installed itself in the space.

"Good luck, Charles," the smile you return falters in one corner, but Charles doesn't seem to mind as he adjusts his cap and says thank you before leaving behind Carlos.

Mati has forgotten about her need to hydrate and is staring at you with both eyebrows raised. "I thought you were not doing that?" she gestures with her head towards the door through which both drivers vanished.

"I'm not doing anything," you reply, defensively. "He's being—"

"y/n, you could cut the tension there for a minute," Mati finally takes a swig of water and you wait for her to continue talking. "Like I said, I don't recommend it but... you're free to do whatever you want." she isn't unkind while wording that last part, but it still stings you with annoyance.

"Thanks, Mati." you bite the inside of your cheek, leaning back into the sofa.

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The Ferrari Suite explodes in cheers once the checkered flag is out. After a frankly insane race with rain, crashes and too-long pit stops, both Ferraris have crossed the finish line, and most importantly Charles has finally managed to get rid of his Monaco curse. His enlarged picture appears on every screen with P1 right in the middle. Carlos is P4, but the points are extremely important in the long run, so people celebrate nevertheless.

Before you know it, Mati and you are being dragged down to the track for the podium celebrations. You're buzzing with excitement, holding Matilde's hand as you run to one side, where the mechanics can't crush you as they jump up and down.

Even above the general screams of happiness, you can hear talks of 'Charles deserves this so much', 'It was about time' and 'His hard work is finally paying off at home'.

At least someone's blood, sweat and tears are valued.

YOU are probably not living down the Charles dating allegations this weekend. Which is not your fault, honestly, had they enlarged the picture, it would have shown Mati just as excited for Ferrari as you were. She's Italian, and she bleeds for Ferrari.

But right now, surprisingly, you're not overwhelmed with whatever it is they're saying on Twitter. Although it took Mati snatching your phone away and tossing it in her own purse before sitting you down to retouch your makeup for the celebration party.

Victoria is joining you too, because a 'the more the merrier' applies to any sort of party happening in a Monaco club, especially if it is for the unofficial prince.

It is the first time in three months you let go of your worries, even if it is for the shortest amount of time as you dance with Victoria and Mati and drink anything you please and whoop every time the DJ mentions Charles and Carlos.

You're happy to be with your friends, away from Elix and celebrating two people who can become something more than coworkers to you. Although through the night you see them on a few occasions, Carlos waves at you as he passes by a few times only stopping in the third time to let you congratulate him with a quick hug that's more of a shoulder squeeze than anything.

Charles is obviously harder to approach, and to be fair, it's not like you're even trying. He's surrounded by his hometown friends and by anyone who wants to have his attention for a minute, for a picture or a dance or to buy him a drink.

It's past three am when Victoria is beyond buzzed and you're starting to feel exhausted so you decide it's time to leave. Mati has found someone to take home so she's been gone for around forty minutes, minding her business.

"Come on, let's go," you are grabbing Victoria by the wrist as her ankle twists. "We've both had enough," you laugh, Victoria joins your laughter as you snake through the crowd of people pumping fists in the air, some of them point and wave at you and you smile back at them politely.

You hear your name being passed around a few times, but you focus on finding the exit while keeping Victoria by your side, who has started to whine about not wanting to leave.

Once you break into the outside, you take a breath of fresh air, the coolness makes your skin rise in goosebumps and you shiver, letting go of Victoria to lift the hair on the back of your neck.

"It's too early!" Victoria complains once again, her eyes are glassy and she's just as sweaty.

"It's not, plus you're drunk, we should leave," your ears still feel drowned in the sound of music. “My feet are killing me.”

The exit opens again, and a couple stumbles out laughing and they tell Vic and you goodbye in drunken French. Before the door shuts again, Charles is out on the street too.

"I heard you were leaving," he says in what you're sure it's a too loud voice. But your ears have barely stopped ringing, so you can't blame him. "Are you two okay?" he eyes Victoria, who is starting to lean down on her knees to soothe her dizziness.

"Oh we're alright, we've just partied enough," you smile at him. Charles is rosy, bright-eyed and sweaty. Is it corny to describe someone as painfully handsome?

"I didn't get to congratulate you," you add, trying to keep your attention on Charles while being aware that Victoria might start retching at any given moment. "You did amazing."

Victoria straightens immediately, her glassy stare focusing on Charles. "You're such a good driver, Charles, for real."

"Thank you," Charles nods awkwardly a few times as Victoria pokes him with her left index finger. "And thank you y/n."

"Come on, Vic," you chuckle, keeping her hand away from Charles. "Seriously though, I'm happy for you."

Charles smiles again, running a hand through his hair. "Thank you, really. I'm sorry I didn't see you earlier," he points behind him, to the club.

"It's your party, you can't be everywhere,"

Vic is yawning loudly, and you roll your eyes, amused. "We better get going."

"y/n, when are you flying to Spain?" Charles blurts out, the moment you turn to lead Vic down the street.

"I'm not sure, Wednesday probably?"

"You know, I can still show you a place or two in Monaco. If you want." He sinks his left hand in the front pocket of his dark jeans, and you wonder where the mischievous aura from what seems like ages ago went.

You pause, letting Vic put her whole weight on your shoulder as she finally gives up to the exhaustion. "Um well..."

The same tension that appeared at the Ferrari Suite is back, and the more you hesitate, the thicker it becomes.

Victoria pulls you down with her as she throws her head back, yawning again. Charles is just in time to hold you back up, his other arm pulling Vic back to a standing position.

"Only if you want," he says, he is far too close now and you can smell the mix of alcohol and cologne on him.

And maybe it's the alcohol in your own system, and you'll regret this once you sober up and realize that you told Matilde several times this is exactly what you were not going to do, but you say yes.

─── team principal radio: ❝thank you for reading! I hope you've enjoyed this chapter. I want to say thank you to everyone who interacts with this series, it means a lot to me to know that you're enjoying it!♡❞

✰ paddock club members: @majx00

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wub-fur-radio · 13 days

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Yet Another Kool Kollection of Kinks Kovers

[Special Ray’s 80th Birthday Edition]

God Save the Kinks! Wub-Fur Internet Radio wishes a very happy 80th birthday to the bard of Muswell Hill, Sir Raymond Douglas Davies. To celebrate the great man and his music we dove deep into our archives and scoured the dark corners of the Internet to obtain 20 of the finest indie rock cover versions of Kinks songs we could find. Now this remarkable selection of fine rock music is available to stream as the soundtrack for your very own Ray Davies’ 80th birthday party (or any other appropriate occasion). Featuring contributions from Queens of the Stone Age, Ty Segall, Yo La Tengo. Shonen Knife, Colin Meloy, Camper Van Beethoven, Meatbodies, Nada Surf, and a dozen more cool bands who sound like they love Ray’s music as much as we do (and that’s a lot).

▶︎🎶 Listen on Mixcloud

Running Time: 1 hour

Tracklist

Intro (0:28) — Mike Douglas and Ray Davies

She’s Got Everything (2:56) — Real Kids | Boston, MA | 1982

Till the End of the Day (2:00) — Shonen Knife | Osaka, Japan | 1993

Where Have All the Good Times Gone (2:26) — The Grip Weeds | New Jersey | 2023

I’m Not Like Everybody Else (3:21) — Camper Van Beethoven | Santa Cruz, CA | 1993

Who’ll Be the Next in Line (2:28) — Queens of the Stone Age | Palm Desert, CA | 2000

Picture Book (2:19) — Young Fresh Fellows | Seattle, WA | 1989

King Kong (3:24) — Meatbodies | Los Angeles, CA | 2016

This Strange Effect (2:46) — Steve Wynn | New York, NY | 1997

A Long Way From Home (2:44) — The Green Pajamas | Seattle, WA | 2005

Shangri-La (5:05) — Versus | New York, NY | 2000

Waterloo Sunset (3:35) — Ty Segall | Loss Angeles, CA | 2017

Days (2:58) — Colin Meloy | Portland, OR | 2013

End of the Season (3:20) — Nada Surf | New York, NY | 2017

No Return (2:00) — Yo La Tengo | Hoboken, NJ | 1997

I Go to Sleep (3:08) — Maston | Los ANgeles, CA | 2013

Nothin’ in the World Can Stop Me Worryin’ ’Bout That Girl (3:03) — The Shelters | Los Angeles, CA | 2016

This Time Tomorrow (3:16) — Telekinesis | Seattle, WA | 2014

Victoria (3:15) — No Coast | Kokomo, IN | 2015

God’s Children (3:13) — Woods | Brooklyn, NY | 2013

This Is Where I Belong (2:14) — Frank Black | Massachusetts | 2000

🔵🟢🟣🟡🔵🟢🟣🟡🔵🟢🟣🟡🔵🟢🟣🟡🔵🟢🟣🟡🔵🟢🟣🟡

Long time listeners may recall the original version of this mix, which we first shared back in November of 2017. Although this new version is shorter, it has been substantially revised and we think it is overall an improvement. Those who just can’t get enough Kinks covers and/or wish to form their own opinion can find the earlier version here.

#indie rock #garage rock #garage punk #the kinks #tribute #music mixes

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massaging or sitting in the others lap!

Sorry I took forever with this Anonstie, I wanted to do both but couldn't think of the right scenario. But we got there and I hope you like it!!

They were in the wilderness, awake early and posted up on the hunting stand in the middle of a clearing right before sunrise. Daniel was so tired, he blearily noted the majestic rising of the sun behind the mountain range to their right? Left? It didn’t matter

It was early, ass crack o'clock to be exact and Max looked too bright eyed and bushy tailed for someone who had gotten even less sleep than Daniel himself received.

They had arrived last night at the house– it was a little more than a cabin but just not as rustic. It had been in the family for years now and had been updated when Max and Victoria were kids. Daniel was always thankful for the indoor plumbing and recent addition of wifi. Max's dad, Jos, had prepped the place for them, knowing that Max would make the pilgrimage into the wilds for his birthday no matter what. It was tradition he would say.

Max had told him many times about how much fun it had been growing up and the weekend trips they would take up the mountain since his birthday was in the peak of bird hunting season. And of course, Victoria continued the tradition with Lio and Luka.

Daniel…well he didn’t hate hunting, but he thought it was a lot of effort when they could wake up later in the same cabin and go hiking to a spot in the hills at a more reasonable time.

The first flight of birds leaving their nests for food had already passed, Max had had a stellar shoot, they would have a fine lunch. Maybe dinner. Then he passed the shotgun to Daniel and (once again) taught him how to hold it and aim.

They did this every year, and every year as soon as they went back home, Daniel forgot how to shoot. Not only was it just not his sport, he simply looked forward to the massage he got from Max afterwards. So he liked his boyfriend’s hands on him, sue him.

While Vic took the boys down to the nearby stream, Max sat on a wooden bench and pulled Daniel to sit on his lap. Daniel leaned into him, clutching Max’s arms that wrapped around his camo clad belly.

“Fine shootn’ today Maxy Max.” Daniel tried to use a Texan accent when they went hunting. It started as a joke and the boys absolutely loved it.

Max smiled a crinkly faced smile, he also got a kick out of it. “Of course, I have been shooting since I was Luka’s age.”

“A fine cowboy you’d make.”

Max snorted, “always, you are silly Daniel. But yes, I can provide for my family out in the wilderness.” Max rolled his eyes obnoxiously.

“Well you know what they say, save a horse…” Daniel grinned and turned so he was sitting across Max’s legs. He threw his arms around Max’s shoulders, wincing slightly as he did, he truly never got used to the kickback of the old shotgun Max used.

“Are you sore?” Max sprung into action, pressing his thumbs softly into the tender tissue much to Daniel’s relief. “You didn’t cup it close enough, you always forget I think.” Max murmured, his focus honed in on making sure Daniel was ok.

“I’ll cup you close enough.” Daniel teased in reply, grinning at Max’s snort.

“You are doing it on purpose, maybe. Of course you don’t have to hurt yourself to get a massage, Love, I’ll gladly give you one when we get home.”

Daniel kissed Max’s forehead, brushing his hair back with his nose. “I’ll hold you to it since you insist on using that ancient thing.”

He laughed loudly at Max’s squawk of outrage, pleased when his boyfriend launched into the very familiar– and yearly– ‘rant’ about how his gun wasn’t old and he didn’t need to buy a new one and if Daniel would just listen and practice the kick wouldn’t hurt him.

Traditions indeed.

#writing prompts #answered #anon #anonymous #max/daniel #maxiel #drabble writing #hunting season #maybe country boy max?#idk

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THE FLETCHERS .

themes dealt with : death , grief , addiction , recklessness , depression , etc . my shameless inspired ocs .

meet the fletchers ! a colorful family of eight six . growing up lower class , the large family has always had a hard time keeping up with bills amongst other responsibilities . when dean fletcher attempts insurance fraud , he fails to keep the rest of his family out of it . due to a horrible ' freak accident ' , the house burns down including his wife and daughter inside . dean is quickly arrested after failing to hide the evidence of tampering . the family learns to deal with grief , anger , and the harsh realities . some refuse to deal with it and some grow into new people .

daniel fletcher , 29 , he / him , bisexual , resembles josh hutcherson .

daniel , dan , was 23 years old when the incident took place . as the eldest of their immediate family he was given the choice to become legal guardian along with his sister ginny . he accepted as he didn't want them separated . dan quickly fell into addiction and has been continuously laid off from job after job . at age 26 , after a hookup , dan got a girl pregnant and was left to raise their daughter alone . he now works a soul sucking office job 9 to 5 . dan can be described as moody , distant , quiet , tired , giving , gentle , attentive , funny , sweet .

imogen fletcher , 27 , she / her , bisexual , resembles victoria pedretti .

imogen , ginny , was 21 when she became legal guardian to her siblings . due to scholarship , ginny was able to continue her higher education . she is a nurse that works shifts and shifts to be able to provide for her siblings . while dan has attempted to move on , she has continued to give herself more and more to her family without taking a breath for herself . she is overworked and incredibly ambitious with a fear of commitment . ginny can be described as selfless , kind , generous , strict , resentful , caring , overbearing , worried , sad .

bryce fletcher , 24 , he / him , heterosexual , resembles brian altemus .

bryce was freshly 18 when the incident happened . away from home at a party , he came home in the middle of the night to screams and cries . he stopped zeke from running back inside to save his twin sister . they now hate eachother . bryce went to college for baseball and got a degree in physical education . he now works at at a highschool as the gym teacher as well as coaches the baseball team . bryce can be described as cocky , protective , loud , a ' fuck boy ' , flirty , angry , regretful .

zeke fletcher , 22 , he / him , pansexual , resembles joshua macqueen

zeke was 16 when the incident happened . zeke lost his twin sister in the fire and went off the hills in order to cope . dropping out of highschool , he got his GED later but still doesn't use it . he works as a male stripper at the local club and tends to get himself in horrible situations . he dabbled in drug dealing even to his older brother . zeke can be described as impulsive , angry , fun , flirty , sexual , sly , cunning , enthusiastic , depressed , funny , loyal .

piper fletcher , 21 , she / her , heterosexual , resembles nicole wallace .

piper was 15 when the incident happened . the baby of the family ! everyone in the fletcher family loves piper and doesn't want her to be corrupted by this life . her trauma has been tuned out as she has a hard time even remembering the incident . she is currently working as a waitress in the local bar while also attending college for psychology . piper can be described as sweet , shy , kind , gentle , sensitive , confused , frustrated , innocent , adventurous .

#& lore / the fletchers .#meet the new fam #i love them #babies #indie rp #open rp #open starter #indie smut rp

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I only just saw ur ask game post and hello gimme the deets on the role reversal au plz and thx

Ohh okay this is a fun one, where a bunch of stuff is swapped around. The Stilinskis, McCalls, Argents, and Martins are all werewolves and part of a pack (with Claudia, Gerard, Kate, Victoria, and Rafael having been killed in a hunter attack six years ago in place of the Hale fire). The Hales, in turn, are all human, and instead of being founders with tons of sway in Beacon Hills, they're just sort of a big, kooky, artsy hippie family lol. Well known cuz there are so many of them, but zero influence.

I don't have the story itself super well outlined yet, but the gist is gonna be: Peter finally returns home after a bunch of years living away in the big city, and immediately starts cluing in to things being… strange around Beacon Hills. Particularly with this nosy, hyperactive boy, who he swears somehow overheard a conversation that should have been humanly impossible to overhear. Cue Peter being sus af, catching on to more and more weird bullshit, and trying to figure it all out (while also feeling increasingly like he's going insane lol). Stiles, meanwhile, is super into this hot older guy who's new to town and has a lot of fun twisting him up, and may or may not go a liiiittle overboard with trying to show off and mess with him.

#I'm just so viscerally struck by this mental image of Peter being a Normal Guy #but still fuckin Peter so he can't just let a mystery go unsolved #and his family being like wtf peter stiles stilinski is just a normal nice boy #why are you so weird #while stiles is just standing over there like teehee :3c #he's not /trying/ to be a mysterious little shit #it just comes with the territory #asks #pr11de #steter #kor writes

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More Lantern Hill posting! Will attempt to keep this brief as I also have to draft tomorrow's F&H readalong post lol.

CH. 17:

Dad had bought a dish-pan that day, but neither of them had thought about a dish-cloth or dish-towels. Jane got two new undervests out of her trunk and slit them open.

Obsessed by how Jane immediately repurposes one of the unnecessary clothes from Gay Street and uses it as a functional tool of her new life. Talk about reclamation of power.

Also a strange, soft far-away sound—the moaning call of the sea. The night seemed to be filled with it. Jane heard it and something deep down in her responded to it with a thrill that was between anguish and rapture. Why was the sea calling? What was its secret sorrow?

The sea runs through all of LMM's PEI books, yet this seems to be her most oceanic novel as far as I can tell. Only Anne's House of Dreams, and Leslie Moore's character from it in particular, uses the sea as a theme to this extent.

CH. 18:

Jane broiled [the codfish] and her face as well, and it was delicious.

Such an accurate description of cooking. If you're not physically altered by the act, did you really make a good meal?

Her foot was on her native heath and her name was Jane.

Names also define this book to a huge extent. Yes, we saw that with Valancy vs. Doss, but in TBC, Valancy never seemed to doubt she was Valancy. It was a mark of her otherness and used against her, but perhaps because she was older, it doesn't seem such a fundamental building block her identity the way Jane vs. Victoria is here. It's interesting how both Jane and Victoria are hereditary names, which may contribute to how fraught they are.

Dad brought home the ship clock with the dog. Jane found it useful to time meals by, but as far as anything else was concerned there was really no such thing as time at Lantern Hill.

LMM is really a master at creating enchantment. I would never have thought domesticity could be like fairyland, but Lantern Hill really is for Jane, and therefore for us.

CH. 19:

She had a sudden realization of the fact that this was not the first time dad had helped fix up a home…not the first time he had been nicely excited over choosing wallpaper and curtains and rugs. He must have had it all before with mother. Perhaps they had had just as much fun over it as dad and she were having now…more ... how could mother ever have left him?

This paragraph hurt me a little somewhere, and I think it lies in the fact that the moment when a child realizes that their parents were not always parents but once in fact had a life before your existence, something kind of shifts in your worldview. I can't quite remember if Jane has already pondered the circumstances of her parents' separation, but her actively thinking now of when they married seems to be a necessary--if perhaps painful--step forward in her maturity. And of course in the next chapter we begin to hear of Robin again.

CH. 20:

Aunt Irene was smiling, but there was an edge to her voice. Jane thought she would almost prefer grandmother's venom. You didn't have to look as if you liked that.

I would ALSO prefer Grandmother, Jane, which is saying something. God, this whole chapter makes me so mad. I hope Aunt Irene dances in red hot shoes by the end of this novel.

CH. 21:

Jane's letter to her mother is giving such Emily-writing-on-letter-bills-to-her-father: even down to having opinions on cows and including misspellings.

#lantern hill book club #jane of lantern hill #lm montgomery #lmm lockdown

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Georgiana Ortiz is a Vampire that currently resides in Celestial Hills and has been a Lunar Cove resident for 169 years, though a fangtastic latte recipe isn't the only thing she is digging up.

ITS THE END OF THE WORLD

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis Woman, She/Her

DATE OF BIRTH: July 22, 1826

OCCUPATION: Archeologist and Owner of The Caffine Crypt

FACECLAIM: Victoria Justice

AS WE KNOW IT, AND I FEEL FINE

SPECIES: Vampire

CLAN POSITION: Member

AGE AT TRANSFORMATION: 29

WELCOME TO LUNAR COVE, GEORGIANA ORTIZ

Trigger Warnings: Death, Child Death, Arranged Marriage, War, Childbirth

Georgiana Luisa Ortiz Davis de Taylor; born the year of her birth country’s half-century celebration on a July evening in 1826. The fifth child and first daughter of a coffee trader from Puerto Rico and his beloved wife, in the colony of Georgia’s first city; Savannah. It was picturesque and serene. The nation’s first planned city with wide streets, public squares, and parks. Also a port town, Savannah’s proximity to the sea made it possible for the Ortiz family’s trade ventures to thrive. Each son was given his own delegations and all the daughters married off. Which included Georgiana.

It wasn’t love at first sight but a deep appreciation for the heart of a good man who was always kind and generous. Edward Taylor, a friend of her older brother’s, a shipping merchant like her father, and a local to Savannah just like her. They shared eight children together over the course of a decade; only five survived into adulthood. It was the greatest ache Georgiana ever knew; the death of a child. There were no words that existed that she knew to describe such a loss. An insurmountable grief, deaths that she would mourn for all of time.

Eight children took their toll. After her youngest’s birth, Georgiana's human body grew weak. Dizzy spells and the occasional fainting weren’t uncommon. Her family, friends, and neighbors all expressed their concern. Their fears made reality the day Georgiana collapsed at the top of the stairs during a dinner party. Her body tumbled down the wooden steps til it smacked the bottom in front of all her guests. She was dead before her head hit the floor. Hours passed, her body cleaned and redressed, left on the parlor table for her burial the next day. In private, her husband and their children said their goodbyes. A small mercy Georgiana would be grateful for later when it came to giving them closure.

By morning, Georgiana was in a carriage, leaving Savannah; the only home she’d ever known. Headed North, to a town called Lunar Cove, with her maker for a new life as a Vampire.The one who saved her. A friend of a friend in attendance that night who had slipped his blood into her wine, only hoping to cure the lady of the house of what ailed her after hearing the whispers of concern from her friends. It came as much a shock to him as everyone else in attendance when Georgiana died, still he took the time to welcome her into an immortal life.

In the New England town, Georgiana learned how to be a vampire; to curb cravings, to compel, to live this new life she had been given. Though a better alternative than death, it was a life full of grief for her family. In the solace of a friend, Georgiana found a new family; a chosen one. Meena Raja, who at the time was second in command to the town’s vampire clan, quickly became Georgiana’s closest friend. Both women grew up in society, though a continent and a few decades apart. They shared a love for fashion, music and all the arts, as well as an affinity for gossip like any aristocrat. Georgiana recovered a piece of her humanity in her dear friend Meena. A gift she would not know again for some decades until she returned to Savannah for her son.

During the American Civil War Georgiana’s former husband and two of their sons died, leaving only her daughters and eldest boy alive. No measure of time passing made those losses easier, not during her tenure as a human or her eternity as a vampire. It was an eternal, forever kind of ache for each and every single one.

Two and a half decades came and went. Georgiana did not age but still changed with every rise and fall of the sun. Receiving an education, a real education, for the first time equipped her with the ability to guide her family from afar. To ensure their prosperity in business and their safety when it counted. She kept a careful eye on them throughout the years, especially her children. No longer babies but men and mothers, too. It was a different kind of ache; watching life go on without you.

When word arrived that her only son left alive had been thrown from his horse and was fast approaching death, she left her new home for her old one. Upon arrival, the hospital pronounced him dead, but Georgiana heard his heart beating, faintly, the moment she entered the morgue. Inaudible to human ears, yet it was the loudest, most profound sound she’d ever heard; since the day of his birth when Georgiana heard the first cries of her first child.

Peter thought his mother was an angel, returned to Savannah to take him home when she offered him life everlasting. Only part of which was true.

The years came easier with Peter at Georgiana’s side. They mourned together, their mortal family’s lives. First within the safety of a supernatural home but venturing abroad at the turn of the century in pursuit of education, experience, and travel.

Georgiana attended universities across the Euro-Asia continents until the start of the first world war. They did what they could to help the allies. It was a long four years. When peace returned to the world, Georgiana and her son went home. Lunar Cove was a soft place to land after the trials of war. She was grateful for the peace, finally able to return to her studies and reunite with her cherished, chosen family.

In honor of her parents, Georgiana opened a cafe. Her father was a shipping merchant who met her mother through a business associate in the Puerto Rican coffee trade. She named the shop sardonically for the creature she’d become. The Caffine Crypt became a second home away from her estate in Celestial Hills. She relished the days of working in its corners, appreciating the smell of fresh ground beans, as she put ink to paper. Cataloging her life, her work, her thoughts.

The second world war came and went. Georgiana found a place in her mind where the bloodshed lived. A survivor of three wars, now. The blessing and curse of her life; to watch as all the world moved by.

After many years of interest, Georgiana found herself in the dirt. An archeologist with her own team, searching for things they’d never find. At least, not publicly. Georgiana kept the best treasures for the town. More than just human tokens, too, but magical relics that amazed a woman who was born no more than human. Safely stored in Lunar Cove, awaiting use should the town ever need.

For more than a century and a half, Georgiana has maintained an estate in Celestial Hills. A home she often returns to, to spend the stretch of years between extensive bouts of intense research, to reunite with her family. Her son, Peter, and her dearest friend Meena; no longer second in command but leader of their clan and mayor of Lunar Cove. Feast Georgiana took to celebrating with the most elaborate of parties. An ode to their days of girlhood in the upper echelon.

Over the years, much has changed about the world and the safe haven she calls home, but Georgina fears not war or death. A survivor of both, too many times to count. No threat could keep her out of Lunar Cove.

#The Caffine Crypt owner #The Caffine Crypt #Georgiana Ortiz #gia ortiz #victoria justice #taken vampire #celestial hills #all

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This is a snippet of my new maxiel brainrot. yeah, it's a royalty au based on my favourite fairytale, yeah, I should be writing my thesis now.

Max rolled his eyes, chewing the bread he fished out of the travelling box. His shirt was askew, unbuttoned blouse showed most of his scar-covered chest. There were only two people in the world who could see him like this - carefree and natural. Victoria and the person sitting across from him.

“I really think that we should marry you off, Charles. You have been really bitter lately. Always writing and playing your sad little songs, it's getting a bit old, isn't it?”

Charles whipped a hand his way, scowling hard. “Now you are just being mean.” He snatched the ham Max was holding, eating it before he could protest. He flashed a grin at the outraged look on his face. “Besides, it's you who should marry, your majesty.”

“I really don't need to marry.”

“What are we going to Italy for, then?” he scoffed.

Max huffed. “What, do you have any plans at home? Isn't it good to get out of the realm once in a while?”

“It just doesn't seem like you, going there just to check if the rumours are true.”

The king shrugged. He couldn't explain it either. “It's important to strengthen the relations with your neighbours.”

This time it was Charles who rolled his eyes. His creamy complexion looked fantastic in his scarlet uniform, yet Max did not let himself be fooled. He noticed how his cheekbones became more pronounced, how the circles around his eyes made them look set deeper.

They travelled the whole night. Max forgot how tired the travelling made him, whining about his back and neck for the past hour. Charles was kind enough not to mention how, not even a year ago, he had no problem riding a horse for days at a time.

Instead, he banged his fist against the roof of the carriage. “Stop! The king would like to take a walk!” he yelled out, the carriage immediately coming to a halt.

“We're in the kingdom now, your majesty.” his coachman informed them as he stepped out, his spine cracking loudly with the sudden movement. “The castle is over there.” he pointed a finger, and when Max squinted, he could see the castle perched up on a hill.

“Either way, I am going to take a short walk. Alone,” he added when Charles stepped up by his side. He sighed but let him go, knowing better than to argue with him. The soldiers around them looked worried but not surprised. They, too, knew Max.

The air was warmer in here. Max breathed in and out deeply, enjoying the smell of the blossoming flowers. The spring was in full swing, and the forest they stopped by was green and alive. He walked for a while, stopping beside a streak flowing quietly. Splashing the fresh water on his face made him sigh, relishing in the feeling.

At first, he was confused at the new sounds coming from the forest, then recognised it as a horse galloping nearby, the sound etched into his head forever. He moved further in, shadowed by the trees around him. Max turned around, ready to return and not bet on his luck, but it was too late. A beautiful Lipizzan was the first thing he noticed. His mane was well kept, coat shiny. Though, all of the thoughts about the horse spiralled out of his head when he laid his eyes on the rider.

There, in front of him, he saw the most beautiful man he had ever witnessed. He sat straight, with perfect riding posture. The white shirt complimented his tanned olive skin, allowing a nice view of his lean figure. The muscles of his arms jumped when he pulled the lead. His chestnut curls had pearls woven into them, and they shined just as much as the diamonds on his neck and fingers.

Max made the mistake of moving slightly, the branch under his feet crunching slightly. The rider looked up instantly, tugging the lead again, interrupting the horse from drinking. Their eyes met and Max could swear he had gone insane.

#max/daniel #maxiel #f1 rpf #f1 fic #my ficlets #royalty au #max verstappen #daniel ricciardo #writing

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Was working on my Dark Shadows rewrite yesterday, here’s my draft-y thing

Our story begins when Victoria Winters comes to Collinwood to work for the mysterious Collins family. She meets the family, both dead and alive.

Shortly after her arrival, a body washes up on the shore of the cliff of widows hill and is identified to be that of Bill Malloy. Who Killed him? Matthew Morgan. He ends up dying of fright from seeing the ghosts of the widows after they torment him for his crimes.

David’s mother Laura returns to collinwood to take him away with her. David wants to go with her but his sixth sense puts him on edge around her. Turns out, she wants to sacrifice him to the sun god, Ra, whom she worships. The ghost of Josette DuPres helps Victoria to discover the true identity of Laura Collins the phoenix and saves David from a fiery death.

Jason McGuire returns to collinwood after 18 years demanding more money in payment for the secret he shares with Elizabeth Collins. It is revealed that Elizabeth killed him 18 years ago and his body is buried in the basement. Strike that, Paul Stoddard is still alive, and Jason helped him escape. Willie Loomis, looking for old jewels, opens the secret room that leads to the chained coffin of Barnabas Collins. He brings him back to Collinwood, where he is accepted into the family as a cousin from England. He takes up residence at the old house. Jason is run out of Collinwood and just as dusk falls, opens the coffin in the basement of the old house.

Barnabas kidnaps Maggie Evan’s and tries to brainwash her into thinking that she is Josette DuPres, his old fiancé. His plan doesn’t work, and she gets locked away in the basement of the old house. There, she meets Sarah Collins, the ghost of Barnabas’ little sister, who helps her escape. Maggie is taken to Windcliff, where she meets Dr.Julia Hoffman, who becomes fascinated with her predicament.

Eventually, Julia comes to collinwood under the pretense that it will help Maggie’s condition. She quickly learns about Barnabas’ secret and he threatens to kill her. She says she can cure him, and he begrudgingly lets her try. During this time, Victoria Winters becomes intimately acquainted with Burke Delvin, and they make plans to Marry. A seance is held, in an attempt to contact the spirit of Sarah Collins, who is the only person besides the shell shocked Maggie to know what happened to her.

During the seance, Victoria is transported back in time to 1795 to witness the events that took place there. She meets an eerily familiar Barnabas, as well as people who look very much like the ones she already knows back home. We then meet the witch Angelique, the woman behind all of the Collins family's misfortunes. She causes Josette (Josette’s character gets a major overhaul in this version) to marry Jeremiah, and the deaths of all of Barnabas’ family, save his father, niece and nephew. She also turns Barnabas into a vampire, and successfully lays a trap that leads the whole town to think that Victoria is the witch. She is sentenced to death, but as she is hanged, she gets sent back to the future. Her and Burke marry, and they then leave Collinsport. Before she leaves, Elizabeth finally reveals to her that she was her mother all along, and she will always have a home in Collinwood so she chooses to have it. Maggie Evans is hired as the new governess.

A man named Dr.Lang is able to successfully cure Barnabas, but in doing so he creates a human-like creature named Adam. Adam causes chaos, and demands for a mate to be made for him. Eve is then made, but she hates his guts and Adam ends up killing her. Adam, with the help of Professor Stokes, escapes Collinsport to live a normal life. Angelique, and her handler Nicholas Blair, set up shop in the house by the sea, and use Tom Jennings, who they turned into a vampire, to attempt to destroy the Collins family. Tom is staked through the heart.

Cassandra comes to Collinwood as Rodger’s new wife. She starts a dream curse to turn Barnabas back into a vampire.

Amy Jennings escapes Windcliff sanitarium and ends up wandering the grounds of Collinwood. Chris Jennings, prompted by his sister’s invitation to live at the big house, returns to Collinsport to keep an eye on her. Julia and Barnabas find out he’s the werewolf who’s been attacking people, and that his sister is also afflicted by the curse, however she is protected by a silver pentacle. Chris is allergic and can’t wear such a charm. Their brother, Tom, was unscathed by the curse, just like their grandmother. Julia and Barnabas promise to help cure them. Meanwhile, Amy and David find a walled off room, which they break into and discover the spirit phone. They meet the ghost of Quentin Collins. He bullies them into doing more and more heinous things, like poisoning Chris and killing an old woman. Eventually, Amy is fully possessed by Quentin, who threatens to kill her. Barnabas, determined to save Amy, uses I-Ching to go back to 1897 to find out how to stop Quentin.

Quentin is killed by Jenny, his wife, then resurrected by Angelique at the request of Barnabas. Quentin, in some form of retaliation, kills Jenny. Magda, the Romani woman, and Jenny’s sister, puts a curse on Quentin and all of his future children. Quentin then turns into the werewolf for the first time. Barnabas realizes he is the great grandfather of Chris and Amy, and the reason that they are both werewolves. This is also the reason he chose to possess Amy over David. Barnabas and Quentin bond over having to protect Jamison from his mother Laura. Charles Delaware Tate is then commissioned by Count Petofi to paint a portrait of Quentin, which acts like the Portrait of Dorian Grey, ceasing his transformations and making Quentin immortal. Beth attempts to kill Quentin, but is unsuccessful, negating the timeline and saving Amy. Petofi attempts to hijack the body of Quentin Collins but is unsuccessful. Julia is called back to 1969 by a voice, and Barnabas ends up back in 1795 after following Kitty Solmes there.

In 1795, Barnabas obtained the leviathan box and returned to present time with it. He initiates the Todd family, giving them the box that contains the leviathan child. Along the way he initiates several members of the Collins family, with only Maggie and Julia able to resist the box’s call. Jeb Hawkes, the leviathan child, grows up, but has second thoughts about taking over the world. Jeb is scared of werewolves, as they are one of the leviathan’s weaknesses. He finds out about Amy, living at Collinwood and makes moves to get rid of her. (He doesn’t know about Chris.) They end up fleeing Collinwood, taking Sabrina Stuart with them. Jeb ends up destroying the leviathan box and marrying Carolyn regularly. Angelique plots to destroy Jeb, as she blames him for the corruption of her husband Skylar Rumpson. He falls off Widows hill.

Barnabas discovers and becomes part of parallel time hoping to cure his vampirism that was returned upon his forfeiting of the leviathan box. In parallel time, Angelique dies, but is brought back by absorbing the life force of her twin sister Alexis. Barnabas discovers that a woman named Roxanne is fueling Angelique and goes to rescue her. Timothy Stokes, Angelique’s father, sets fire to collinwood in revenge for her final death. In the chaos, Barnabas and Angelique are transported to the future, 1995.

In 1995 they learn that a great evil befell Collinwood, killing everyone, but they can’t get anyone to tell them, and if they get close they get offed by a strange presence. They end up getting saved by the ghost of Hallie Stokes, and they escape back to 1970 through a staircase built by the first Quentin Collins. They then learn of Gerard Stiles, a ghost with an evilness never seen before at Collinwood. He plans to kill David and Hallie Stokes, who’s come to Collinwood after her parents died at her uncle's request. Events play out, with Barnabas and Julia unable to stop them. They escape again through the staircase, but this time to (non PT) 1840.

Julia is the only one who made it through, as Barnabas is missing. Julia gets an elderly Ben Stokes to help her free Barnabas from his coffin, but he is the old Barnabas. (For about 2 minutes). New Barnabas comes and takes his body back and everything is okay. Anyways- Desmond Collins returns to Collinwood with the head of the warlock Judah Zachary. Judah then possesses Gerard Styles, who frames Quentin for witchcraft. Quentin is set to be executed, but Angelique brings the head of Judah as proof to free Quentin, and both Angelique and Gerard die. Barnabas and Angelique having made up, with her freeing him from the curse willingly, he mourns her loss. Julia and Barnabas use the stairway once more, telling Desmond to destroy it once they’ve passed through. The story wraps up nicely, as they return to find things are as they were before the ghost of Gerard came to Collinwood.

#dark shadows #dark shadows rewrite #I don’t particularly like the PT arc but I liked the ending with Barnabas and Angelique making up and I want to keep that #so I guess it stays #also I made this for friends who have no idea what the shows about so it’s got a bunch of unnecessary details and references

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Exploring the New Homes in Victoria Hills For Embracing the Serenity

Located in the tranquil landscapes of Victoria Hills is known for several new homes. The welcoming atmosphere and the pocket-friendly budget for new homes in Victoria Hills aid more features to the potential home buyers that would rightly match all their expectations. Here is all about the beautiful features that you can get from the new homes at this serene locality.

The contemporary style and meticulous craftsmanship of the new homes in Victoria Hills are among its main selling points. Modern homeowners' requirements and tastes are taken into consideration in the construction of these homes, which feature open-concept floor designs and elegant architectural lines. High ceilings lend an appearance of openness and spaciousness, while large windows let in an abundance of natural light. In order to guarantee both elegance and functionality, every detail—from the finishes to the fixtures—is meticulously chosen, giving inhabitants a living area that is both elegant and useful.

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verdanthill · 7 months

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elisewilscn · 2 months

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MEET ELISE WILSON. SHE IS 28 YEARS OLD LIVING IN LINCOLN CITY, OREGON AND WORKING AS A WAITRESS.

Statistics

full name: elise mona wilson

nickname: elle, ellie

age: twenty-eight

date of birth: february 23rd

zodiac: pisces

hometown: austin, texas

current residence: lincoln city, oregon

extracurricular activities: cheerleading, dance, drama and arts society, gay straight alliance,

gender identity: cis female

pronouns: she/her

sexual orientation: heterosexual (figuring it out, might be more fluid then she is aware, both here and i are unsure of if she's queer lol)

faceclaim: victoria pedretti

Before (tw: mentions of drug abuse and child neglect)

elise wilson was born in austin, texas to a rather... unstable couple. her parents had gotten pregnant young and were not ready for a child. actually, they weren't stable enough for a child. elise's father, to her knowledge, has been in and out of jail since she before she was born, and her mother often coped with some kind of illegal substance. she was only a few months old the first time CPS was called on her by her paternal grandmother, betty wilson, and by the second time, her grandparents were fighting for custody. the judge could tell her parents were not fit to raise her, and barely a toddler, granted her grandparents full guardianship. a few years later, they elected to move away from the place her biological parents called home, and brought elise to lincoln city. for her entire adolescence, elise would not speak of her parents true identities, or why she was not living with them. she'd make up grand stories, saying her father was an international spy or that her mother was a famous muscian who was always on tour. after her classmates called her out on a number of inconsistencies in her stories, elise decided she would not speak of her parents at all. and she told herself she was fine. of course she wasn't, and elise has what many would call, daddy issues. perhaps it is because she was raised by her father's parents, but they had always claimed he had been smart, and if he could just get his life together he would be the best father. all elise heard was "he doesn't love you enough to get his life together to be a good father", and so she searched for that love in other men. high school was when she at least began to apply herself. when the concept of college became real. she would be the first in her family to ever graduate from college, her gran and papa had always told her. so she joined all of the clubs, she was a social butterfly, she tried so hard to keep her grades up. but she could be distracted easily, and distracted she was. elise is the girl that always needs a boyfriend to feel like she is validated. she is sweet and kind and genuine to those she deems worthy of her time, but she also can be vapid, and shallow, and unoriginal. in fact, she often wonders what about her is truly her own interests, and not something she picked up in hopes of impressing a potential partner. of course, dating had never really worked out as she was expecting. either she would start dating someone long enough to sleep with them, and they'd start ignoring her. or, they would date, but as elise began to see their whole future, planning out their eventual wedding, every boy would run for the hills. and at the end of every single relationship, she would scream she wouldn't fall so hard for someone again. two weeks later, she was head over heels for someone new. the night of the party was supposed to be perfect. it was to be the night to remember, one people would be talking about for years. and she was supposed to be apart of that, as she was dating the host at the time. but that stupid dare box came out and chris went missing and instead of her name living on in infamy, it was his.

After (tw: mentions of death and abuse)

high school came and went, the town seemed to implode on itself, and elise was determined to get out. she had plans to go to oregon state. her major wasn't set but she had time for that, ya know? college was about self discovery, which is what she desperately needed. but that never came. much to her grandparents disappointment, elise followed in her mother's footsteps and got pregnant the summer after her senior year. and in that moment, she decided she could write her parents wrongs, she could be the parent she never had, and she would raise this baby with love. and to her surprise, her grandparents stood behind her just like they had for years. determined to get a degree and provide a better life for her daughter, willa, elise was able to get her associates degree in business from a community college. and that was also where she met her ex. he seemed like the perfect guy for the first year, but after she agreed to move herself and willa in with him, his true colors began to show. it was a slow build up, but it just meant the first night he actually touched her, she had been bracing for impact. it was only in the past year, after six years together in total (two of those married) that elise finally packed up all of her stuff and left with willa in the middle of the night. she returned back to lincoln city and found things had shifts. her papa had passed, and she had missed it. her old high school was being rebranded. and some of her old classmates had returned home just as she did. now back and living in her high school bedroom, raising her nine year old daughter, elise is determined to make something of her life. she scored a waitressing job at a nicer restaurant where people tip at least twenty percent, and after working in this industry for years, realized a passion for food. her goal now? go to culinary school part time and get her degree, and eventually open up her own place. her grannie seems to think opening her own restaurant or catering company would be the most successful, but elise has noticed her passion seems to lie in baking. and so that's the goal, eventually open her own bakery, and feel happy about her life for the first time since high school. but the universe has other plans. in comes her old classmates that bring up feelings of inferiority and failure, and ominous facebook posts about chris that have a small part of her blaming that night for the way her life turned out. determined not to let it shake her confidence, elise is doing her best to ignore everything that is going on and keep her head high.

Wanted Connections

the high school best friend(s) (+). this can be a person, or a group of people that elise spent most of her time with in high school, perhaps they met in one of the many teams or clubs she was apart of, or maybe they went back further to middle school or elementary school. (open to 1 person)

the ex boyfriend. (+/-) elise dated... a lot of people over the years. and almost every relationship was not ended by her. whether she got to be too clingy, to intense, or because she hoped every partner would fix that broken part of her, she had a tendency to cause people to run. and then her world would fall apart and she'd blame every ex for ruining her life. lets just say, most of these relationships did not end on good terms. (open to 3 people. idealy masc muses)

the smooth talker. (+) nothing ever happened between the two back in the day, as they were always both unavailable when the other person was. however, that didn't stop a comfortable flirtation to develop, and elise knows there is a chance if they ever both single at the same time, she could be convinced of anything.

the regular. (+) this person has been seated in elise's section a number of times unintentionally, and after having plenty of pleasant conversations, began to request elise as their server every time she was available. they have a great time whenever seated in elise's section, and she's even begun to treat them to the friends and family discount. don't tell her boss.

the baby daddy. (+/-) elise got pregnant the summer between high school and college, and naturally this relationship was already beginning to fizzle out by the time college began and elise realized she was pregnant. she never told him about the pregnancy or willa, in fear of ruining his life or feeling as though she shackled him to her. but now everyone's back in town... and her secret is definitely going to get out.

open to many other connections that aren't listed here!

Taken Connections

chris wilder (-). the guy who ruined everything. before that night, elise had no beef with chris wilder. in fact, she enjoyed spending time with him and thought he was cute. but that night was supposed to cement her as a st. mary's legend alongside her then boyfriend and host of the party. they were supposed to be THE power couple and her life was going to be perfect. instead, chris went missing and now the only thing people think when they reflect on that night is negativity.

isadora morgan (+). the high school bestie. tba.

kai wilder (+). the middle school connections.

zeppelin cardoso (+). the coworker.

luci saphira (-). the resented reflection.

michael geary (+). the one who stepped up. let's be clear, elise is certain michael is not the father of her child, but they did sleep together around the time she conceived, so there is always a chance. and regardless of if he is or is not the father, michael has been a kind enough friend to step up and help her take care of her daughter.

Extras

pinterest || playlist

#{and if i'm gonna be drunk might as well be drunk in love || intro}#{love thorns all over this rose i'll pay the price you won't || elise wilson}

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reversecreek · 6 months

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welcome to marina, LANA JAMESON ( woman, she/her ) ! they are a TWENTY SIX year old who has lived on the island for THREE YEARS. word on the street is they’re currently living in TOWER HILL and works as a INSTAGRAM / EDITORIAL MODEL. everyone also says they look a lot like SADIE SOVERALL. what do you think?

“below the stage the seats are empty. the theatre is dark. why do you keep acting?” — Charles Bukowski, Come On In!: New Poems

HISTORY:

lana grew up in a big house in albany, NY. i picture it w dark oak floors n lots of light furniture. albums framed on walls. mayb some rolling stone covers too frm way bk when of the bands her dad’s label signed. kind of like… a rock star palace w no evidence of children at all. i think i described it best in one of lana’s self paras once when i said the garden ws “as lavish as it was unloved”

lana’s mum victoria (vic) ws a music journalist w a pretty fruitful career ahead of her when she met lana’s dad richard (rich). his record label ws jst starting out, founded on the coattails of his rich best friend’s (jensen peters) investment w his other best friend (who he jst calls knoxville). it rocketed to success when they signed poppy injects, a rock band w an electric stage presence, n victoria ws drawn to the glitz n glamour of a man tht ws at the helm of his aspiring industry. their love ws very impulsive, all or nothing right frm the start, n it ws almost like she ws mre in love w his accomplishments n what he represented than him

anyway so jameson records repped a few big rock bands bk in the eighties, altho poppy injects r who they’re mostly known fr, namely bc of hw brightly they crashed n burned. they were a big chart success bt the lead singer hd quite an intense struggle w heroin (wsnt rly subtle abt it either while he ws in the public eye as u cn probably imagine frm such an on-the-nose band name) n he ws always in n out of the papers. it eventually brought down his career n it ws a big publicity nightmare

lana pretty much… grew up around figures like this throughout childhood. rly troubled characters who wld kind of… b extremely volatile n destructive abt their troubles. the jameson house was kind of an open one as welcoming clients went n a lot of parties took place there. a lot of the time musicians wld b snorting lines in the kitchen when she wnted to grab a bowl of cereal fr breakfast n it was just. a very strange environment fr a child to grow up in

her parents always kind of jst… didn’t like her much. her older brother caleb ws unplanned bt they sort of welcomed the surprise more bt… quickly realised they weren’t cut out fr parenthood n then when lana came as another surprise 3 yrs later they didn’t even try to hide their resentment abt the situation. her mum ws actually booked in to have an abortion bt cldnt go through with it at the last minute. once when lana asked her why shes so cold towards her she jst turned her head frm her dresser, looked at her, told her abt this n said “idk why i didn’t go”. lana didn’t kno wht to say to tht so she jst left her room n closed the door

(dissociation tw) bc of this growing up lana adopted this weird like…. she didn’t rly kno what it ws bt it ws a delusion of sorts where she thought she ws a ghost. she’d jst sort of… drift around the halls w noone acknowledging her n sometimes she ws jst convinced she wsnt actually there or they cldnt see her n she ws jst haunting the house frm a previous family

the one saving grace tho tht sort of?? gt her thru this n made her feel Seen ws caleb. lana quite genuinely hs always thought the sun shines out of her older brothers ass like she jst thinks. hes the best person in the entire world. wld b rly bewildered if anyone questioned tht. he wld always look out for her in the zoo they called a home n cut the crusts off her sandwiches (he’d cook fr them most of the time bc their parents were too busy/didn’t care to) n sometimes wld even sleep at the bottom of her bed curled up like a guard dog. it ws always lana n caleb n his best friend tommy against the world in tht house (tommy lived next door n was always over bc he had very strict parents including a military father tht he found suffocating)

SO when caleb n tommy announced tht they’d signed up to the army lana ws understandably…….. completely blindsided. she ws rly upset tht they were leaving bt she tried not to b mad at them n made them promise theyd b safe n back as soon as possible. she even asked if they cld somehow take her w them n they were jst like :/ it doesn’t work that way luv x

(death tw, ptsd tw, grief tw, trauma tw, hospitalisation tw, drugs tw) anyway caleb ended up getting discharged under grounds of severe ptsd when he witnessed tommy die in an explosion tht took place in a shock raid. caleb returned home sans tommy bt he was never the same after tht. he’s been in and out of hospital twice nw n he’s currently dipped off the radar after starting to use. lana kind of felt like two of her brothers died out there in a way n jst like tht it wasn’t them vs the world any mre, it was jst her. she doesn’t talk abt this tho. when she feels the urge to cry she usually jst smiles

ANYWAY whew tht rly…. took a dark turn there….. chuckles nervously at hw sad lana’s life is bt it’s fine it’s all fINE!!!!!!! ok. so on a mre lighthearted note the jameson family r pretty well off n bc of her relation to such a big music industry figure she’s hung out w a fair few relatively high rep ppl thru her teens. mostly kids of celebrities n stuff like tht. she amassed kind of an instagram following mainly fr her style (lots of fur cuff trimmed jackets bt then also jst…. a wild combination of everything honestly. pastel faux fur coats, seventies style platforms, flame red cowboy boots, pink fishnet tights n glitter used like highlight Everywhere) n bc she’s undeniably Very Pretty

(trauma tw) after caleb got back he was rly withdrawn n depressed. he shut lana out n was kind of harsh to her a lot of the time, always telling her to leave him alone or pushing her away. it didnt help either tht lana had a rly traumatic experience w some of her dad’s colleagues at the label when she ws 16 n he was away n she cldnt even tell him abt it once he was bk bc of his own traumas. she kind of jst shut it all in n kept it to herself

(hypersexuality tw) this obviously?? made her spiral a lot. she was already a girl tht loved sex (she’d only rly done foreplay before tho) but since her trauma it got…. completely out of hand. it got to a point where she couldnt rly go 2 days without it, probably not even 1. her lowest point has probably been scrolling thru craiglist for anonymous encounters n meeting up w strangers on there fr a quick fuck jst for the thrill even tho it’s insanely dangerous n she cld wind up getting herself killed. it’s v clear at this point tht she has a sex addiction whether she’s ever admitted it or not. it kind of… almost mingled w tht same feeling she used to get when she ws younger of being a ghost?? like she jst. only rly feels Real when she’s being touched

ummm DISASTROUS romantic history honestly... riddled w beastly men and intense situationships n toxic cheating dynamics just. a lot.

went to uni for ballet n joining a travelling dance company bt. was kicked out fr excessive inebriation tht got in the way of her rehearsal times etc. now she just kind of insta models n does a few editorial shoots for realisation par n lingerie brands n such

PERSONALITY:

always smells vaguely of wild cherries or strawberry starburst or jst the candy aisle in general. if she ws a vinyl record she’d b this one n she’d only play good vibrations by the beach boys, dancing on my own by robyn, play that funky music by wild cherry, femme fatale by the velvet underground n (i can’t get no) satisfaction by the rolling stones

growing up lana was always a huge social butterfly. knew everyone n everyone knew her. she ws one of those girls tht ws kind of impossible to ignore or forget. very animated, always made u feel like u were the centre of the universe whenever she spoke to u, always made it feel like u were best friends even if ud only spoken to her once.

deliberately puts on tht kind of Magnetic Alluring Act tht femme fatales wear in movies w most ppl. kind of…. is always playing A Role of the person tht she wants to b seen as. womanhood as nonconsensual performance. chameleons to situations. feels like she’s performed as the vivacious n fun loving Lana Jameson fr so long tht she doesn’t rly kno who she is beneath tht bt she isn’t too keen to find out

she’s always been rly spontaneous n adventurous. always doing something weird n wild every weekend. she has ten thousand ridiculously absurd n chaotic stories

uncontrollably flirty. boundlessly confident. cld make a joke out a paper bag n her comedy is sometimes surreal / absurd. she tends to laugh when she feels like crying n has a smile brighter than a ray of texas sunshine

always dapples her fingers thru the breeze when she’s driving in a car w the window down. she almost always has some sort of sweet on her, whether it’s sour haribo cherries or strawberry lollipops

she adores david bowie n prince n madonna n anyone tht’s a vintage style icon w little care fr what ppl think

she’s had like 8472493874 ‘relationships’ n 99% of them haven't lasted beyond a month / hav been terrible / hav seen her being treated badly / she’s cheated on them

ummmm ya lets plot sexies

#marina:intro #me recycling an old intro mercilessly

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justwriteryan · 8 months

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Sunrise on a Manhattan Wednesday morning. All across the city, alarm clocks go off, people stir in their sleep. In the liveliest city in the world, every home, every workplace is bracing itself for day. And Avengers Tower is no exception.

Within the enormous skyscraper, Edwin Jarvis, the elderly butler quietly walks down to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for his employers. He stops. There’s a figure at the windows in the upper lobby. His six foot frame is silhouetted in the rising sunlight.

JARVIS: Good morning, Master Steven.

Steve Rogers, the former Captain America, turns to face his loyal butler.

ROGERS: God morning, Jarvis.

JARVIS: Up early again, sir?

ROGERS: I make a point of watching the sunrise as often as I can. I’ve been in hundreds of fights over the years, Jarvis. Odds are, I’ll die in one some day. I like to take a second to enjoy the beginning of a new day before we launch head-first into all the madness.

JARVIS: Very good, sir. I’ll prepare your morning espresso, shall I?

ROGERS: Thank you, Jarvis. That’d be great. And wake up Maria please.

MARIA: No need, commander.

Maria Hill, Steve’s second-in-command, enters the room. She’s already dressed in her uniform with an electronic tablet in her hand and a pistol strapped to her waist.

ROGERS: Good morning, agent. Run me through the morning’s reports.

MARIA: Yes, sir. Sharon got in touch during the night to say she’s proceeding with the final phase on that mission in Egypt, and that the team will be out of touch for twenty four hours..

ROGERS: Okay…

MARIA: Intel picked up a cell of H.A.M.M.E.R loyalists in Montana. They’ve stockpiled some of Osborn’s nastier tech, and I don’t think they’re planning on building a fort with them.

ROGERS: Put a call into Victoria Hand over at the mansion, have Luke’s team investigate.

MARIA: You got it. Oh, and Sue, Reed, Johnny and the kids are on vacation in another dimension, but Ben’s decided to stay. Guess he enjoys being an Avenger better, huh?

Steve turns and smiles.

ROGERS: Whats not to love?

Maria returns the smile. For a few seconds, neither of them speak.

ROGERS: So, who do we…

BOOM!

ROGERS: What the…?

The building shakes. Across town, a column of smoke is rising.

ROGERS: Maria! Intel, now!

At that moment, several fireballs appear in the morning sky. One by one, they crash, hitting various points of the city. Explosions are heard. The city shakes again.

ROGERS: Missiles?

MARIA: No sir. They seem to coming from space. Meteors I think!

ROGERS: A meteor shower? Of this magnitude, hitting this city, with no advance word from NASA or the Baxter Building’s satellites? I’m not buying it!

The building trembles again, with more ferocity than before.

ROGERS: Another meteor?

MARIA: No, sir. That one shook the whole city! More like an earthquake! Although the seismic readings I’m seeing here…

A new sound. Gunfire. Lots of it. Mingled with explosions and for the first time, screams.

ROGERS: Computer: on!

The dining room table in the middle of the room separates in the middle. Out of the space large flat computer screen rises.

ROGERS: Show me what the situation is in Midtown!

The screen flashes on. We see various security feeds a bustling city street, thrown into panic. Marching through the streets are these horrible, grey-skinned, humanoid creatures with yellow eyes. Each one is six foot in height with a strange kind of machine gun and are mowing down anything that moves.

Steve Rogers watched the screen intently, his temper rising. Maria Hill is too shocked and scared to speak. In spite of the maelstrom on the streets and on the screen, the room is deathly quiet.

ROGERS: Computer: initiate Stark Emergency Frequency Sigma Seventy-Two.

COMPUTER: Emergency Frequency Sigma Seventy-Two activated, Commander.

ROGERS: Maria, get me S.H.I.E.L.D, S.W.O.R.D, the military, the navy, the fire department, the ambulance services and the police on the line the second I finish here. And the President too, if he isn’t trying to reach me already.

MARIA: Yes, sir.

ROGERS: People of New York, this is Commander Steven Rogers.

All at once, the former Captain America’s face appears on every television, computer screen and phone across the city. It appears at Grand Central Station and Time Square and in the homes of families huddling together for support.

ROGERS: In the last few minutes, the city has come under attack by an as-yet unknown alien invasion party. Before we tackle this threat, our first task is to prevent any more casualties. I ask you to stay indoors and only leave your home or place of work if your life depends on it. Rescue teams are coming.

Throughout the city commuters in the subway, men and women in office buildings, customers in grocery stores and families of all races, colours and nationalities watch with fear in their hearts as Steve delivers his message.

ROGERS: If you are already outside, find somewhere safe and stay there. If you’re on our way into the city at this time, use whatever means you have and evacuate the vicinity. Once again, this is Commander Steve Rogers asking you to stay put and stay safe. God bless.

The computer screen goes blank, then lights up again as the President’s face appears on it.

PRESIDENT: Good speech, Commander. I hope you have a plan to back it up.

ROGERS: Of course, Mr. President. I want as many available armed and emergency services committed to the immediate evacuation and rescue of civilians, sir.

PRESIDENT: You got it. But what are you planning on fighting these bastards with?

ROGERS: With your leave, sir, I’d like to deploy the super heroes. If this is in fact an alien invasion, then they would be the natural front line.

PRESIDENT: Very good, Steve. And this is definitely an invasion. I’m hearing that whatever these things are, wherever they came from, they’re attacking every major city in the country, maybe even the world.

ROGERS: Yes sir. Rogers out.

Steve turns back to Maria as the screen goes black.

ROGERS: Maria, patch me through to the All-Call Frequency.

MARIA: Yes, sir.

She types something onto the tablet in her hands.

MARIA: Good to go sir.

ROGERS: Attention! This is Commander Steve Rogers issuing a code red All-Call! This is a priority alert! All metahumans respond immediately! In other words…AVENGERS ASSEMBLE!

An old idea I had for a crossover where the Marvel 616 universe gets invaded by the Locust horde from Gears of War. Stay tuned!

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