#Nutcracker fracture

[pathologicalreid]

broken wing | s.r.

in which your daughter is convinced a fractured wrist means the end of her ballet career, you and Spencer have to convince her otherwise

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: fluff (hurt/comfort) content warnings: hospitals, bone injury, girl dad!spencer, the spencer reid dilf agenda, their daughter is very girly word count: 1.3k a/n: i love u girl dad spencer okay thank you that is all

“I want daddy,” your daughter whimpered from her perch on the exam table, she laid back on the thin paper that lined the sterile surface and sighed. It was the sigh of someone wise beyond her years, not of your seven year old daughter. 

Her legs dangled limply off of the edge of the bed, her left arm propped up on a pillow that had been given to her by a nurse. Leah’s wrist was angry and swollen, a result of trying to catch her fall and landing on it just right—or just wrong, you supposed. You were thankful to have been there with her, able to help her dry her tears and bring her to the ER. You frowned slightly at her request, which, really, shouldn’t be an outrageous ask, “I know, lovey.” 

You’d called Spencer twice now, once on your way to the hospital and again after getting out of radiology. Hurriedly, you rattled off the room number alongside a quick explanation of what had happened, but you hadn’t heard back from him. The average person would probably be upset by the lack of response, but Spencer not answering his phone only served to make you anxious. Especially since you had kids, there had only been a handful of times that Spencer didn’t answer your calls, it rarely meant anything good. On your lap, your phone buzzed, and your daughter perked up, “Dad?” 

Shaking your head softly, you looked at your phone and read the text message on the screen, “It’s Uncle Will,” you told her. He was responding to your message asking if he could pick Lacy up from daycare, you shot a quick thank you text back, refraining from asking him if he’d heard from JJ in the past hour. Flipping your phone screen side down on your lap, you looked up at her, “Does your arm hurt?” 

Leah sighed solemnly, sitting back up straight and furrowing her brows, “No, not really.” Her hair fell in a mess at the back of her head, kinks in her soft curls left by her ballerina bun. You set your things in the chair next to you and sat behind her, using your fingers to pull her hair back and coax the awry curls into a braid. With her uninjured arm, she nervously thumbed the crinkly paper that she was sitting on. “Can I still dance?” She asked you nervously, staring at the tender skin over her wrist. 

“I think so,” you tried to reassure her. Her center of gravity might be off if she needs a cast. You’d have to ask the doctor, or better yet, her dad. Tying off the braid, you let it fall gently against her back, “We’ll figure it out, baby. Don’t worry about it.” 

However, you freed yourself to worry at any time you wanted, pushing concerns about Spencer out of your purview and instead thinking about your daughter’s dance career. Ballet put a lot of pressure on her, and her paternally inherited need to overachieve didn’t help. Even now, in the hospital, you could see her trying to do the math to see if she’d be well enough to try out for The Nutcracker. Rubbing her back to keep you occupied, you watched her shoulders straighten up when a familiar voice floated through the sterile hallways, “Daddy!”

Her voice was loud enough to carry out of the room, but you detached yourself from her and poked your head into the hallway anyway, looking at the nurses station at your husband, who was frantically going through his phone, trying to recover your voicemail. “Spence,” you called out to him, getting his attention before he thanked the nurses and walked toward you. 

“Hey,” he greeted you in the hallway, immediately giving you a much needed hug, letting you rest your head on his chest for a moment. He set a soft kiss on your forehead while you held your tongue on a you didn’t answer your phone comment. “I’m sorry,” he whispered to you squeezing your waist before stepping into the room. 

He’d beaten you to the punch, leaving you with a soft smile on your face as he approached your daughter, hugging her as best he could without further irritating her wrist. “I fell,” Leah told him when he asked her what happened, “I lost my point during a pirouette.” 

Crouching in front of her, Spencer rested a hand on her knee and squeezed it comfortingly, “It’s good that you know what went wrong though, princess.” 

Leah sighed mournfully, “I shouldn’t have put my arm down.”

“No,” Spencer corrected, “If you didn’t put your arm down, you could’ve hit your head, and that would’ve been so much worse, honey. You did the right thing,” he consoled her. 

Tears lined her brown eyes, flooding her lashline while slight panic appeared on Spencer’s face—he’d never been much good when tears appeared. He could only handle it when the girls were babies, and all they wanted was to be held. “I wanna dance,” she insisted, trying to flex the fingers on her injured arm and wincing at the slight movement. 

Your husband pouted sympathetically, “You can still dance, but maybe we’ll take a class off, okay? It’ll be good for you to take a little break.” He looked up at her, “Does it hurt at all?” 

She shook her head, giving him the same answer she had given you before his arrival, “No, I’m just cold.” Leah wrapped her good arm around herself for warmth. You’d tried to get her jacket on before you left the studio, but the only thing that got you was pained whines, so you went without the jacket.

From your station near the doorway, you made way for her jacket that you’d brought in with you, but Spencer was already standing up straight, unbuttoning his cardigan and pulling it off before draping it over her shoulders. Literally giving her the shirt off his back to make her more comfortable. “Is that better, lovey?” 

Leah shrugged lightly, “I don’t want to take a break, dad.” Frankly, you knew this was coming the moment Spencer suggested a break, “I’ll fall so behind in classes and that stupid Gigi is going to be Clara and I won’t be able to do ballet anymore!” 

Your heart broke as tears fell from her eyes, streaming down her innocent cheeks while Spencer went to the counter and grabbed some tissues to dry her tears. “Just one week, lovey,” you said, taking a seat on the edge of the exam table while Spencer resumed crouching in front of her. One look to Spencer told you there was no way you could budge on this stance—she was clearly putting too much pressure on herself. 

The tears in her eyes remained, and Spencer moved in to do reconnaissance. “What if we do something fun? We can order in for dinner tonight and eat in the den,” he offered, gently tickling her knee in an attempt to elicit a smile from your grumpy child. “We can rent a movie, your choice,” he continued to no avail. 

“We can build a pillowfort,” you added to sweeten the pot, unable to take the misery on her much too young face. 

She pursed her lips as if taking your offer under advisement, “Can we sleep in the fort?”

Your confidence faltered when you responded, “Only over the weekend.” Chances were if all four of you slept in a fort, there wasn’t going to be much sleeping going on. 

Looking down at her wounded limb, her shoulders slumped forward in dejection, “I don’t want a cast.”

Spencer pondered her words for a moment before taking her good hand in his, “What if I told you it could be pink?”

“Keep your face always toward the sunshine—and shadows will fall behind you.” – Walt Whitman

[karlachismylife]

Oof I feel that chronically I'll ask, except mine is chronic pain in my hips, I have to take pain meds before work or else I'm dead by the end of the day.

I can never fully get comfortable due to the amount of pressure in my hips and back there is due to it. I feel like 141 would help me actually pop and crack everything I need to though.

I think I would scare them with how loud it is tho, I managed to half crack my back once and my partner thought a bone literally broke with how loud and crunchy it was

Ouchhh, I'm so sorry to hear that, love, that sounds like hell to go through every day, hip pain is a bitch...

They totally would do it for you. I feel like Ghost and Gaz would be best, Gaz is just too fucking smart and knows what to do, plus he's sooo good at distracting you from the momentary discomfort, you know, just sweettalking you and stroking your back to ease the tension, and then CRACK. Boom, you're already better. And Ghost is very methodical, he's done his research, he's got very capable hands, he'll do it quickly and probably be a bastard about the sounds you make. I bet he's used to popping his own fucked up joints and bones into place, with his solo missions and his back story, so he doesn't get spooked by it, he'll just call you Nutcracker or something. Especially because his just don't crack that loud for some reason, okay, Mr Stealth.

I bet Price's back makes same noise. He's not an old man, I know, but I just think his back is messed up (hense that little stretch he does constantly), so the morning in your household starts with a percussion improvisation from your joints ><

Soap's the one who gets freaked out. Probably because he's actually barely had any fractures, especially full ones (i am yet to meet and ADHDer who had broken a single bone, i swear, we're somehow avoiding it at all costs), so he's only used to hearing it from people he does this to in combat, and sounds AWFUL LOT SIMILAR. So he'll be just chewing on his snack and then Ghost comes up to you from behind to give you a quick fix cuz he noticed you get uncomfortable in your posture, and Soap's like ??? YE BROKE OOR BONNIE YE SICK BASTART???

[demigodsanswer]

what is Annabeth's career timeline in tuap? We know she did Sugar Plum at 17 but when did she do other things?

It's honestly about time I wrote this out even for myself. I will say, she only has two major injuries in her career between being pulled into the company and tuap, which will be mentioned here. But it's safe to assume she has a few sprains, pulled muscles, and other things that occasionally have her pulled from shows here and there.

I also am always discovering new ballets and coming up with new ideas for her career. So I can't promise everything is 100% in line with certain things in the fic, but hey, if Rick can do [gestures broadly] I can mess with her career timeline.

Also, the ballet season is similar to a school year -- September through June, with layoffs in the summer, but NYCB also usually does a three-week season in Saratoga, NY.

Sixteen: She's pulled into the company in late October and starts rehearsal for part scene grandma, party scene doll, Snow, and Flowers. She has to do every single show. And she does a great job and has a lot of fun. Doing Doll is especially fun because it's a really early feature for her. It's a short solo, but it always reminds her of the Doll on a Music Box scene from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.

That winter, she starts learning corps roles for all the major Balanchine ballets on the schedule, including Serenade, which is an all-time favorite for her. She also learns the corps of Theme and Variation, Divertismento 15, and Walpurgisnacht. She also gets to be one of the friends in Copellia, her first big non-Nutcracker story ballet with the company.

Spring continues that patterns. She gets to understudy the Divertisment for Midsummer Night's Dream as well, although she doesn't get to dance it.

At the end of spring season, she gets her corps contract.

Seventeen: In the fall, she just keeps learning corps parts. She does the corps of Swan Lake for the first time. She's just standing there with her arms up, day dreaming about being the lead. She thinks she'd be very good as the lead.

Nutcracker season this year is huge for her. She debuts Sugar Plum for the first time, and this is really, really remarkable. One of the really remarkable things about this is she does everything out of order. Usually you get pulled for a divert, like Marzipan lead or Arabian, or Spanish lead first. Then you do Dew Drop (the other Principal part), and then you do Sugar. But she jumped right to Sugar. I think Chiron just knew she was perfect for Sugar and didn't want to wait another season or two to see her do it. She gets stunning reviews and everyone kind of knows at that point she's going to be a principal one day.

This season is also when she starts doing Mari corps and Spanish corps, so there's a little more variation in her schedule. She's not just Snow and Flowers, although she is still doing that. And Doll and Grandma. She does Spanish Corps withe Beck and that's the first time they dance on stage together.

Winter season starts strong. She's feeling absolutely awesome. She gets pulled to do Romeo and Juliet balcony scene with Beck. They do two shows, it's amazing. And then she suffers a stress fracture in her foot and is out for the season. This is devastating for her. She's a little convinced her career is over. She takes the rest of the season to heal, and when she comes back in Spring, she doesn't get any major solos. She gets one role in the Emeralds Pas de Tres. And that's it.

Eighteen: She starts fall strong. She gets cast as the ballerina in Balanchine's La Valse (this is such a cool ballet, check it out!), and this is her first principal role outside of Nutcracker. It really shows off her ability to create character. And sweet little eighteen year old Annabeth plays it so well. She really gives everything to this part. Her musicality and acting really shine.

For Nutcracker, she's still doing Snow and Flowers and Doll, but she finally doesn't need to do grandma anymore. She learns Marzi lead too. She's still doing Marzi corps and Spanish coprs as well. She also debuts Dew Drop this year. For the entirety of her career, no one ever really thinks of Dew Drop as "her role," but she does really love her Dew Drop, and her die hard fans love to see it on her schedule.

Winter is Sleeping Beauty. She's so so sure she's going to be pulled to learn it as an alternate. And then she's not. Instead, she's in the corps doing the garland waltz and vision scene. She's honestly so mad. She knows she'd be a perfect Aurora. She's writing in her journal like "Look at my curls! These are princess curls!!"

Chiron does have her understudy just about every prologue fairy and every act three divert. And thank goodness she was paying attention, because she gets pulled to do The White Cat for four straight shows. She gives this everything. She plays with her musical accents and her cat mannerisms. And it pays off. Chiron promises her that next time they do it, she'll be Aurora.

Spring comes around and Chiron casts her as Liberty Bell in Stars and Stripes, another major principal role for her. Reviewers agree, she is as sweet as Apple Pie. This really shows off her musical wit.

Annabeth is sure she's going to be promoted to soloist at the end of this year. But instead Chiron just tells her: "Not yet." She was about to cry, when he told her he was casting her as Juliet in his new Romeo and Juliet. "Your promotion is coming, but next year, I need you to be focused on Juliet and learning as many other ballets as you can so you can pass on all of this choreography one day."

That summer she does Liberty Bell in Saratoga as well.

Nineteen:

She gets very few new soloist or principal roles this year because most of her rehearsal time is Chiron choreographing on her. She's having an amazing time.

But this Nutcracker year is brutal. Because she's still in the corps, she needs to do 26 shows. But this year so many women who do Marzi lead and corps are injured. She ends up doing about 15 Marzi leads, 10 Marzi corps, plus a like 26 snows, a handful of flowers, some Spanish corps. She also learns Spanish lead this year, but she doesn't do it. Plus Dew Drop and Sugar. She ends up dancing like 33 shows after covering so many people. She dances the most of anyone save for the apprentices. All the while, most of her rehearsals are R&J.

There's one day, a few weeks into the season, she's practicing gargouillade's after company class, because she's really not happy with how hers look, but they are featured prominently in Marzi lead. And she just hates the way her legs look, and she feels like garbage. And she goes and lays on the ground on the side. Helen comes over and asks what's wrong. And poor Annabeth has tears in her eyes, and says something about gargouillades, and Helen just says: "Annabeth, no one knows how to do a fucking gargouillade, just jump up, kick your little legs around, and it'll be fine. The audience doesn't know what they're looking at anyway."

She counts this as some of the most important advice she's ever gotten, and she will, one day, say the same thing to her daughter in the middle of her own Nutcracker breakdown.

Chiron gives her a light Winter season, just ballets she's done before, no new Principal or soloist debuts, so she can focus on Juliet.

Juliet premieres in the Spring and it's a smash hit. She and Beck are promoted to soloist. Chiron was thinking about just promoting them straight to principal, but he decided to make them pay their dues just a little more.

Twenty:

This is the year her mental health really starts to take a dive.

She gets some decent soloist parts, but nothing too major. She learns Demiflowers for Nutcracker, and she gets to be Marzi lead in the Nutcracker recording.

Annabeth mostly feels like she's being asked to wait for her promotion, and she's never been terribly patient.

She does Juliet at Saratoga and the Kennedy Center this year. She gets good reviews, but she's just waiting for her promotion.

Spring does bring one major debut, the one she's been waiting for: Russian Girl in Serenade. This becomes one of her signature parts, and is one of those things she dances on her own whenever she's feeling sad. She counts this debut as holding back her complete breakdown a few more months.

She gets promoted in the middle of spring season this year.

Twenty-one:

Her mental health tanks so bad during that fall's run of Swan Lake she thinks about changing her name to Natalie Portman. Thankfully, Lee Fletcher is her dance partner, see's she's suffering and goes "Do you want to go see Wicked? My husband in Boq in Wicked, lets go!" And she cries so hard during Thank Goodness she thinks she's going to have to leave the theater. Thankfully, Lee pushes her to see a therapist and get medicated. Things start to turn up from here.

But Swan Lake reviews aren't great. They aren't terrible, but they aren't what anyone expected from her. Her performances aren't what anyone expected from her. Reviews agree: her white swan was pretty, but she seemed more mentally unstable than beautifully melancholic, and her black swan had a nice musicality, but lacked any of the sexy, flirtation associated with the role.

Thankfully, Chiron gives her another chance at the Kennedy Center that Winter, and she gives much stronger performances now that she's a little more stable than she was.

(This is also when she starts wearing contacts because she properly cannot see anymore).

Now that she's a Principal, Nutcracker is nice. She's doing Hostess, Marzi lead, Dew, and Sugar.

That winter she also debuts Allegro Brilliante with Lee, she does Diamonds Pas for the first time as well. She also does Yellow girl in Dances at a Gathering with Beck for the first time.

That Spring, she and Beck do Hellena and Demetrius in Midsummer, and Slaughter on Tenth Ave.

Twenty-two:

She keeps debuting lots of Balanchine and Jerome Robin's ballets as the principal, including Divertismento 15, Theme and Variation, Firebird, and On the Town. Lee and Beck are her consistent partners.

Fall season brings her debut of Swanilda in Coppelia. This gets great reviews and people start to realize that she can do more than just play tragic characters. She's got a great sense of humor to her. This is another role that, like Dew Drop, people don't really associate with her, but that she loves to do, and people who see her do it love her in it.

This is also Fred's favorite ballet to see her dance. It makes him laugh every time to see her act like a doll. He likes the story a lot.

Twenty-three

The big role for her here is Kitri. It's the first time NYCB is doing the classical Don Q, and she really really wants to be Kitri. She thinks she's a shoo-in, because it's a big classical story ballet, but when she looks at the schedule, she sees she's scheduled to learn Kitri, but also Mercedes and Cupid. If she was going to do it, she wouldn't be rehearsing other roles.

But she stands there, in the back, and learns. And when Chiron wants to see it, she gives fucking everything to that act one variation. She's fun, she's flirty, she kicks her legs higher than she knew she could go. She's hitting fifth on her turns and staying clean on the music. And at the end she gets that Chiron Bruner: "Good." And she knows she in.

The next day, she gets her own cast and is pulled from Mercedes and Cupid (her Cupid spot goes to coprs de ballet member Piper McLearn, who gets pulled to soloist after it).

She does have two falls during Don Q, which is such a shame, because she otherwise really loves those performances. The first isn't her fault. The tape that holds the marley pulled up off the stage, and after her act one solo she tripped on it running off, and fell into the wings. Not all of the audience saw this though. The next night, she went to land a tour jete, and totally face planted. That one hurt, but she got up again. That's probably her worst on-stage fall of her career. For her third show, Chiron came up to her and asked if she had rosined her shoes.

Twenty-four

Another Swan Lake in the Winter. This one gets amazing reviews, and people really see the ways she's come into her own as a young dancer.

Otherwise, more debuts, maybe has some more new work choreographed on her (I am far from a choreographer so this is beyond the capacities of my imagination)

This is also when Lee retires. He asks Chiron to cast Annabeth as his partner in Allegro Brilliante, because he did her first principal with her, so he wants her to do his last principal role with him. Annabeth gets through the ballet okay, but as soon as it's over, she's a weeping mess. Video of this moment occasionally resurfaces.

Twenty-five

The Fall brings more Coppelia, which she's happy about. She feels like she's got a routine now. She's debuted so many things, she knows so much of the rep. She's killing it. Nutcracker season is great. She's planning her wedding. Winter is great, uneventful.

She gets cast in Diamonds in the Spring with a promising young soloist.

~

And that's where I'll end this post. Maybe I'll do her post-tuap career later. But this was long enough.

For those interested, John Clifford uploads a lot of archival footage of Balanchine ballets to youtube. This footage is often very old, but it's a valuable resource if you want to see certain pieces.

[dragonpyre]

We have Steph and Tim, let’s throw Cass in the ring 👀👀 (sorry I’m kinda spamming with the asks, I just like hearing your DC/batfam opinions bestie 🥺)

Don't be sorry! Let's complete the trifecta

First impression: heard about her through my classmate's tiktok (PandaRedd). Thought she was his OC

Impression now: Best girl ever. Please get her therapy

Favorite moment: That time she gave Steph a hairline fracture in her jaw and denied it

Idea for a story: She and Jason being twins and meeting on the streets. They become feral little codependent nightmares who bite Batman after stealing his tires

Unpopular opinion: She and jason should get along despite that not being the case. purely based on vibes

Favorite relationship: Her and Steph <3 She's a lesbian to her core and I stand by that.

Favorite headcanon: She usually cast as the Sugarplum Princess every year for Gotham City's Ballet performance of the Nutcracker

[that-fema-corps-blog]

Day 350

July 18, 2023

I got up early and took a look around Diamond Lake. There wasn’t much activity, though I did see a female common merganser swimming.

We left around 7:30 and began the drive toward Crater Lake. We stopped at Castle Crest Wildflower Trail along the way for a short hike. It’s not in full bloom yet, but it’s still quite pretty. I was surprised to find that there was still some ice on the ground. I suppose that’s a result of the altitude; we were 7,500 feet up the last I checked. I was surprised I didn’t feel it, considering we were at sea level just a day before.

I promptly fell behind looking for birds and got caught in a conversation with two older women about flowers. They told me that this was the first time they’d been here this year and were coming to see the flowers before the main fire season. They pointed out several flowers including bog orchids, which they said were growing earlier this year.

They also showed me monkeyflowers, which they said would grow to cover much of the hill after a couple months.

I parted ways to try to catch up to my teammates and reached the trail clearing. It strikes me how richly this forest smells of wood. I usually don’t notice the scent of a place, but this was difficult to miss; it quite reminded me of the lumber section of a hardware store or the part of a tractor supply store that sells horse stall bedding.

The team had started splitting up to look for me by the time I found some of them. It probably took 20 or 30 minutes for the rest of us to reunite. Oops. We continued to Crater Lake, pulling over every few minutes to look. It’s hard to explain just how huge this place is. There’s no way to see it all without turning one’s head, and I couldn’t get the whole thing in one photo:

Crater Lake has a unique geological history. It is the deepest lake in the United States:

A massive eruption occurred about 7,700 years ago. It was followed by ejections of volcanic matter through fractures, in an oval shape around the mountain. These events weakened the mountain’s structure, and caused the central portion of Mount Mazama to collapse inward. The result was an 5–6 mi (8–10 km) diameter and 0.7 mi (1.2 km) deep caldera. … Soon after the caldera formed, eruptions from new vents built the base of Wizard Island, and over several hundred years, rain and snow partially filled the caldera. Meanwhile, Wizard Island continued to grow and three other volcanoes formed underwater. The final eruption was on the east flank of Wizard Island about 4,800 years ago. … Evaporation and seepage are equal forces which keep Crater Lake from filling beyond an average depth of 1,943 ft (592 m) or 4.9 trillion gal (18.6 trillion L) of water. About 34 billion gal (128 billion L) are gained and lost each year.

All three vans met at the visitor center so we could swap teammates and look around more. The visitor center itself was closed, but there was quite a bit of activity nonetheless. I ran into a birder I earlier saw on the wildflower trail, and she told me that the Clark’s nutcrackers I was watching had fledged a week ago. Interestingly, these juveniles looked identical to the adult feeding them; I wouldn’t have known they were fledglings if it weren’t for them screaming to be fed. I suppose this isn’t too surprising, considering they’re related to crows and jays, which generally don’t have the most distinct juvenal plumage.

I saw a Townsend’s solitaire flying in the distance. These robin and bluebird relatives are plain grey birds with few markings, minus some light patterning on the wings. The solid buff stripe on the top of its wing was a distinct enough field mark for me to be confident identifying it.

I watched a small flock of red crossbills land in one of the conifers. These goldfinch relatives have unique crossed bills they use to pry seeds out of cones. They are somewhat uncommon among birds for not having a distinct breeding season or location; they’ll breed whenever and wherever the conifer seeds are plentiful.

We drove for several hours and crossed into California. It looks like several acres along the interstate had burned recently:

A few more miles, and we passed Mount Shasta and met for lunch at Weed, CA. Another several hours, and we finally arrived back at campus. We took COVID tests, got our dorm keys, unloaded the vans, and spent the rest of the evening socializing and resting.

[inksandpensblog]

Okay so this may not be the answer you’re looking for because it’s not just The Nutcracker, but if you’re okay with anime then I highly recommend Princess Tutu. It’s a twenty-six episode magical-girl anime from 2001, and it uses elements and themes from multiple ballets, stage plays, and fairytales to tell its own transformative story. The Nutcracker and Swan Lake probably get the most representation, but there’s also Sleeping Beauty, Giselle, Coppelia, La Sylphide, Romeo and Juliet, and many more.

If you like stories about stories, and you like stories that explore themes of fractured identity, the flaws of self-sacrificial love, and what it means to accept or defy fate, then you’ll probably like this show. And if you like stories where Drosselmeyer actually has anything to do with the plot then you’ll definitely like this show.

has anyone made any especially worthwhile versions of nutcracker, besides the original ballet and barbie adaptation or maybe the like one or two scant tv episode versions buried in the recesses of my memory, lately. been thinking about it since i got reminded that four realms and untold story were in fact two different mediocre movies and not the same thing. it feels like it’s halfway cursed, as a lifelong nutcracker enjoyer. even if we’re counting the good ones i know of that’s twenty years or more.

[balanchine-ballet-master]

Dr. William Hamilton, former attending orthopedic surgeon for the New York City Ballet, died on March 29. He was 90 years old.

The following is the obituary published in the New York Times, by Clay Risen:

Dr. William G. Hamilton, who as the attending orthopedic surgeon for New York City Ballet spent more than 40 years fixing bone spurs, tendinitis, bursitis, torn ligaments and what he called “the Nutcracker Fracture,” died on March 29 at his home in Croton-on-Hudson, N.Y. He was 90.

His wife, Linda Hamilton, said the cause was congestive heart failure.

Ballet dancers may be the “athletes of God,” as Albert Einstein supposedly said. But until Dr. Hamilton came along, they were treated more like ethereal beings than physical bodies that could crack, tear and otherwise fall apart under the extreme and often unnatural pressures of repeated pliés and grand jetés.

In fact, it was George Balanchine, the choreographer who famously insisted that his dancers stoically work through their stubbed toes and sprained ankles, who asked Dr. Hamilton to become the first in-house doctor for the 80-plus members of New York City Ballet, in 1972.

Dr. Hamilton immediately said yes, though he knew nothing about ballet. He immersed himself in the art, attending weekend classes and becoming close to Balanchine and, later, the dancer and choreographer Mikhail Baryshnikov, who in 1980 hired him to be the attending surgeon for American Ballet Theater as well.

A courtly 6-foot-3 Southerner, Dr. Hamilton became a favorite and even revered figure around Lincoln Center. He had a disarming bedside manner that put young dancers at ease when they came to him worried that a sprained ankle might end their career.

He kept a ballet barre in his examining room, and he was renowned for catching early signs of chronic, potentially debilitating problems just by asking a dancer to go through a few routine motions.

Early on, he realized that while dancers suffered the same kinds of injuries athletes did, they got them in obscure ways and places. He saw, for example, that the rapid movements required by Balanchine’s ballets came with the risk of foot and ankle injury, while the leaps and bounds more common under Mr. Baryshnikov were more threatening to the hips and knees.

“From the very beginning, I learned that although they get the same injuries as athletes, dancers are artists first,” he told Dance Magazine in 2011.

When Dr. Hamilton started out, in the early 1970s, there was no such thing as dance medicine, and indeed foot and ankle injuries were a largely understudied field of orthopedic medicine.

He built up both fields through lectures and journal articles in which he diagnosed previously understudied injuries; he was among the first to describe the Nutcracker Fracture, for example, which involves multiple breaks in the cuboid bone in the foot. He was president of the American Orthopaedic Foot and Ankle Society from 1992 to 1993, and today every sizable dance company in the country has an orthopedic surgeon on call.

“Bill was the king of orthopedic dance medicine,” Glenn Pfeffer, the co-director of the Cedars-Sinai/USC Glorya Kaufman Dance Medicine Center in Los Angeles, said in a phone interview.

Dr. Hamilton continued to perform surgery until he was 81 and consulted until a few years ago, long after most physicians would have hung up their scalpels.

“I would have retired a long time ago if it wasn’t for the dancers,” he said in a 2016 interview with the magazine Princeton Alumni Weekly. “It’s very rewarding because they love what they do. They just want to dance; they wouldn’t want to do anything else.”

William Garnett Hamilton did not set out to be a Manhattan doctor, let alone a balletomane. He was born on Jan. 11, 1932, in Altus, Okla., where his father, Milton Hamilton, was a salesman and his mother, Elizabeth (Garnett) Hamilton, was a homemaker.

The family moved to Shreveport, La., when he was very young. After his parents divorced, his mother remarried and moved to Portage, Wis., where her new husband owned a plastics manufacturing company.

William graduated from Princeton in 1954 with a degree in engineering, and after two years in the Army he joined his stepfather’s business in Wisconsin. He married and had a child; by his mid-20s, he said, he could see his entire life unfolding before him. He didn’t like what he saw.

Against his parents’ wishes that he stay to run the family company, he applied to medical school. He was accepted at Columbia, one of the few schools that took older students (he was 28 when he enrolled). He decided to focus on orthopedics—a field that he said was not unlike engineering, with muscles and joints standing in for ropes and levers. He graduated in 1964 and, after several years of residency, opened a practice in Midtown Manhattan in 1969.

In addition to his work with the two ballet companies, he provided the same services to the companies’ affiliated schools, the School of American Ballet and the Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis School, and he consulted for numerous Broadway shows and New York sports teams, including the Knicks and the Yankees.

His first two marriages ended in divorce. He met his future third wife, Linda Homek, when she was a dancer with New York City Ballet. She later received a doctorate in psychology from Adelphi University, on Long Island. In 2000, she and Dr. Hamilton created a multidisciplinary wellness team, including a dietitian and a massage therapist, to care for the company’s dancers, a model that has since been adopted by other ballet companies.

Along with his wife, Dr. Hamilton is survived by his sister, Ann Kirk; his sons, William Jr. and Lewis; and three grandchildren.

Photo: Dr. Hamilton in his office in 2013, by Paul Kolnik via the NY Times

[highflyartist]

ROUND 6: UBISOFT

It's just the two south park games (AKA the only Ubisoft games I've ever played)

Erica (for @kate66s ) & Riddley ( for @anjiedromeda ) are both in the south park style

Originally, I wanted to do Riddley in Rayman but then I realized that Rayman's artstyle looked- weird. So I did the lazy route and uh- yeah!

Okay Plants VS Zombies & Peggle fans, Popcap is next!

[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

festive prompts

☆ seasonal prompts for creators and roleplay. ☆ contains whump, angst, dark themes. ☆ many of these are open to interpretation, so have fun with it!

Ivy - covered, smothered, engulfed

Star - sharp point(s)

Nice - rewarded

Coal - burns

Toys - unconventional weapons

Card - a threat or a promise

Holly - poison, venom, toxin

Icicle - pierced through

Angel - a sight for sore eyes

Tinsel - adorned

Sleigh - taken away

Cocoa - hot liquid

Wreath - something wrapped around neck

Garland - draped, dangled, hung up

Cookies - bitten, grabbed

Naughty - punished

Caroling - begging for mercy, calling for help

Stocking - bare feet

Egg Nog - drunk or drugged

Chimney - escape attempt

Mistletoe - a kiss, embrace, or kind word

Reindeer - pursued, hunted

Fruitcake - discarded, unwanted

Snowman - chilled to the bone

Ornament - hooked

Evergreen - kept alive

Snowflake - soften or melt

Ice Skates - a sharp edge

North Pole - far from home

Nutcracker - fractures, breaks, sprains

Poinsettias - illness, fever

Candlelight - fading fast

Peppermint - stomach ache or hunger

Jingle Bells - blow to the head, headache

Silent Night - left alone in the dark

Candy Cane - struck, hit, beaten

Gingerbread - dry, dehydrated

String of Lights - bound, tied up

Under the Tree - lost in the woods

Hallmark Movie - happy ending

Wrapping Paper - bandages or blankets

Merry and Bright - rest, relief, reprieve

Ribbons and Bows - unconventional restraints

Baby It’s Cold Outside - bad weather

Visions of Sugarplums - dizzy, dazed, delirious

Roasting on an Open Fire - stifling, sweltering, overheated

[dragon-with-a-ink-quill]

Nutcracker au in progress!

I haven't fully developed the roles yet but so far instead of getting one nutcracker from their mysterious uncle y/n received two very special nutcrackers.

After their rambunctious younger brother Gregory stole them to lead his toy army and fractured there arms y/n gently used their hair ribbon to fix them.

It seems the tiny soldiers are smitten ❤️

[valhallanrose]

Matilda Bonetti

Artwork done by @/hirodraga

Bio format by @/arcanecadenza

Meaning of name: 

Matilda, Latin origin, variant of Mathilde. Means “mighty in battle”.

Bonetti, Italian origin, surname. Means “hatmaker”. 

Family: Marcello Bonetti (father), Delmore Bonetti (father), Adrasteia Bonetti (sister), Salvatore Bonetti (brother), Clemente Bonetti (sibling)

Matilda, like the rest of the four Bonetti children, was adopted as an infant into the family and raised at the family home in Mavarra, the capital of the Venterran region of Lulia. Marcello had been raised there, as had his father, and his father before him, and every Bonetti beforehand until they had settled in Mavarra - so it had been a no-brainer, once he and Delmore had wed, that they would raise their own family there. 

However, though Marcello had been born into wealth and luxury, Delmore had not. The pair came to an agreement early on that while their children would want for nothing, they would not be allowed to become spoiled in the sense of being unappreciative and greedy based on their privileged position. Each received a full education and were allowed to pursue their interests, with Marcello maintaining the family business - the Bonettis had built their fortune as shipbuilders - and Delmore, who had just finished a law degree when they had married, continued to practice in Venterre. 

Each of the children will tell you first of their upbringing and how well they were loved, and none are oblivious to the wealth that will be their inheritance, but their parents had laid down conditions before they would be allowed to receive that inheritance. The Bonetti children had to find their own way, to make something of themselves, rather than sit back and wait for a free ride through life. 

They did get their wish - Adrasteia followed in Delmore’s footsteps, studying and eventually settling into a family law practice not too far from home in Venterre. Salvatore became an architect, working primarily on the quickly growing neighborhoods of Mavarra and coastal Lulia, while Clemente went to Prakra after completing an education program to teach science in some of their public schools and institutions. 

Matilda found her way, eventually, but it took some trial and error. 

One of many hobbies she pursued as a child was dance, beginning with ballet at the age of eight after the family had attended several holiday performances together. Ballet turned into a variety of styles and complexities that made her an accomplished dancer by the time she would turn eighteen and finish her schooling. She’d tell you it was one of her first loves, but when figuring out her next steps, she chose to set it aside. 

Her other first love had been the stars. 

She remembered being six years old standing on a stepstool to peer into Clemente’s telescope, marveling at the constellations as her ten year old sibling dragged out the star maps and told her where every one sat in the sky. 

Star maps had been her favorite thing to draw, copying them out of Clemente’s books until she understood exactly what she was seeing and was able to draw them on her own. Any book she laid hands on related back to them - the mythology tied to the constellations, the science of how they came into being, so on and so forth - if it wasn’t dance, it was the heavens. 

When she turned eighteen, she enrolled for a year to work towards an education in astronomy, but found herself...bored. She still loved the stars, but the way it was taught felt like they were trying to drain the passion out of it. She didn’t want to keep falling out of love, so she dropped it after her first year - much to the bewilderment of her family - and returned full force into dance, joining a troupe at nineteen and taking up a role in a performance of the Nutcracker as one of the sugar plum fairies. Soon after, she officially landed the role of Odette in Swan Lake, landing her full prima ballerina status and launching her career as a full-time dancer, and she loved every second of it.

While surprised, her fathers still supported her, teasing her about those early days where she’d stuff herself in tutus and spin so fast she’d make herself sick trying to figure out how a pirouette worked. 

She continued with the company for a good five years before she found herself forced to take a break - worsening stress fractures in her feet would have ended her career completely had she not done so. But, still so in love with dance and the beauty of it, she decided to stay with the troupe and lend a hand mending and creating costumes, finding a sort of meditative calm in piecing them all together even if she couldn’t wear them herself. 

She chose to partially retire from dancing two years later when she settled in Vesuvia, opening a clothing shop - the Silk and Scissors - with all the knowledge she’d gained from her time helping the seamstresses in her troupe. She focused primarily on costumes, but she quickly learned that the Masquerade in particular had a special market to be considered. She had plenty of time to experiment, and about a year ago, she perfected her animated fabric technique that catapulted her business into the eye of Vesuvia’s eccentric. 

While she still dances on occasion with the Vesuvian Community Theater, you’re more likely to find her hidden away in her shop nowadays - just be careful if you go in, she will stuff you into one of her creations if she needs a model with your body type. 

Favorite meal: Tiramisu

Favorite drink: Apple cider

Favorite flower: Pansies

Birthday: July 19th

Age: 27

Zodiac: Cancer Sun, Leo Moon, Pisces Rising

MBTI type: ESTP

Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all. - Helen Keller

Patron Arcana: 

Major - The Chariot

Upright: The Chariot is in complete control of its own destiny. It hurtles towards victory, unhindered by adversity. Work hard and stay focused. Your drive will be rewarded; the road will lead you right.

Reverse: The Chariot careens out of control, losing its way as it becomes stranded on the road. Sometimes you must learn to release the reins in order to move forward.

Minor - Queen of Wands

Upright: The Queen of Wands is confident in social and professional settings, drawing others into her orbit. Trust in your own vision and drive. You have all the skills to make your dreams reality.

Reversed: The Queen of Wands is stubborn and quick-tempered, easily losing her temper when things don't go her way. Do not let your fire burn those around you with its intensity. Try to take other people's perspectives into account.

Gender: Trans Female 

Orientation: Bisexual

Languages spoken: Venterrean and Vesuvian fluently, casual conversational in Hjallen, Prakran, Firentian, and Nopali

Magical specialties: Illusions, primarily, with some skill in alchemy. Her claim to fame in fashion has been the creation of fabrics imbued with her illusionary magic, allowing for a unique style that she knows few have come close to replicating. A lot of it relies on the weaver’s loom she has in the back room of her shop, since the creation of her animated fabric relies on the magic being woven in during the creation process. 

Familiar: Ciro, a partial leucistic peacock. He mostly keeps an eye on things around the shop, but he’s a drama queen, and behaves as if it’s the end of the world if he’s not given attention. It’s customary in Matilda’s shop that you give him a little affection before you go, or he’ll pout and avoid you the next time you come for a fitting. 

[fadingvitality]

The Fourth Christmas

*The lights were a colorful blur through the rain rolling down the windows. Somehow the image was reflective of me. I hated crying. Passionately, emphatically, more-than-anything hated it. I wiped forcefully at my cheeks, aggravated with myself for letting it happen. This year it was hitting harder than others. Damn holiday cheer and all the radio stations with the carols on constant rotation.  

My parents had LOVED the holidays with a fierce commitment. Hosting Christmas open houses, annual Nutcracker attendance, gingerbread house making, decorating to the nines, and spoiling me rotten were all part of their fa-la-la traditions. The time of year triggered so much - too much.

My dad would make me peppermint hot chocolate on Christmas Eve while we watched The Grinch Who Stole Christmas, and later National Lampoon’s. Momma would be making an overnight, French toast strata, and stuffing the stockings while I couldn’t see. I never wanted for anything, and by some miracle, their indulging me never led to being materialistic. 

And then it happened, my dad had died after a freak accident that had ultimately led to sepsis. There were ups and downs during the course of his illness that we weathered with hope, but ultimately...he didn’t make it. My heart broke in two, though his peaceful last breath had a beauty about it that I would never forget.  

Christmas was still months away when he passed, but I dreaded its arrival as the days came and went, spring turning to summer then autumn and finally winter.  My mom fought through tears she didn’t think I saw, baking cookies, buying the tree - the sparse kind he preferred over her preference for something fluffy and full.

But there was no more Grinch. No more National Lampoon’s. After he was gone, I couldn’t stomach even the ads for them, it always left me bursting into the hated tears. At that particular juncture in my life, tears were a total disaster, considering how heavy handed with the eyeliner and mascara I had been. 

Those traditions had been ours, his and mine. That first Christmas I was only just seventeen, and she had spoiled me with the most perfect and heart wrenching gift. Wrapped in a way that wouldn’t give me a clue, I had a momentary swell of pure joy on sight of his bass. 

What had once been his...an extension of his very soul, had been entrusted to me. A shiver shot up my spine, and I could swear he was right there with us. I would cherish it and care for it more than any other Christmas gift I’d ever received. 

As the years droned on, I did my best to support my mom, especially as she tended to get down herself. There were no more open houses, so we started going to the movies on Christmas Eve. We would still make the gingerbread houses and over-decorate. When she started crying in the eggs for the French toast strata, I drew a line.  I urged her to switch to an eggs bene with home fried potatoes, justifying the switch by saying we needed to balance out the sugar in the cookies with some salty and savory. In many ways our roles had shifted. I always found myself guiding her, and then she learned to rely on me. I tried to comfort her with so much love, she would forget the loss of hers...but I knew, deep down, those were Vans I could’ never fill. My parents would gross people out with how much they loved each other. I had the front row seat to their ups and downs, but they always worked their shit out. 

It made sense she carried the loss so heavily, and there was another thing I hated, that I couldn’t fix it for her. I would always wonder if maybe that was what really took her… her fractured heart, her half life without him, the lingering grief that trained behind her. It happened a meager four and a half years later. Four Christmases more, but not nearly enough.  

The doctors said it over and over and over but my mind was in deny and reject mode: brain aneurysm. There was a bunch of medical mumbo jumbo and explanations that translated as clearly as Charlie Brown’s teacher handing down an assignment. 

Ultimately, she was brain dead, kept alive by machines because she had been an organ donor. That choice had relieved me from everything but the formalities of signing paperwork. I’d not left her side for three days as the arrangements were made. 

Her hand was so confusingly warm in mine, and there was no strain in her expression, but peace. I had briefly considered taking her picture because she looked so beautiful, like Snow White in wait...only her true love’s kiss would have her waking on the other side. 

A chaplain had come to check on me. While I’d really, really wanted to be left alone, he’d made a suggestion that I would always be grateful for. In asking if there was anything special I wanted to do to say goodbye, I was suddenly stricken with inspiration. It was as if my dad had whispered in my ear. After assurances the chaplain would stay until I could get back, I took off. I made the trip as quickly as possible, returning with my dad’s bass. 

At first my fingers were shaky, and I wasn’t sure I could actually make it through. With a deep breath my voice cracked when I started to sing “Across the Universe,” one of my momma’s favorite songs.

My hands eventually trembled too much to continue, tears rolled down my cheeks, but I finished acapella, minus all the accessory "Jai Guru Deva, Om." It was only hours later I said my real goodbye, more than deeply saddened I wouldn’t be holding her hand at last breath. 

I was just twenty-two and both my parents were gone. I didn’t have extended family, both my parents were only children, like me. There were many friends, theirs and mine, that supported me but eventually even that waned. I poured myself into songwriting and singing, exorcising my feelings through the medium of music. My refuge. My confidante. I had makeshift, misfit families, composed of bandmates and their different circles of family and friends. I got by. I did my best. I extinguished the darkest thoughts and even darker tendencies. Christmas was my kryptonite, though. The outward bitchiness and bah humbug really came down to a defense mechanism. I couldn’t let anyone see the pain that pooled on my insides. 

This year, though, was going to be my fourth without both of them and that struck me. Four without him, then four without both of them. Sitting in my apartment, alone, it felt bigger and more empty than ever. I finally pulled my eyes away from the window, turning my head towards the small tree I had picked up just a little while ago. It was full and fluffy, like my mom had liked. 

I’d managed to set aside enough of my tips to swing it, even though every dollar should have been saved and it seemed extravagant. I had also splurged on a few groceries to treat myself to something other than ramen. My eyes then drifted down to the cup in my hands. The shock had worn off to a degree, but still, I was stunned.

The tree lot around the corner was run by volunteer firefighters with all proceeds going to charity. I didn’t want anything big, so my donation was completely meager, but at least I was supporting something meaningful. The guy handling the transactions had been pretty damn jolly, I was convinced he had put in some years as Santa, maybe still was. 

He was as gracious with me as he had been to the person that had dropped a mint on the eight footer just before me.

“Your cheeks are rosy, sweetheart, and I’m guessing that’s because of the cold. Give me a minute.” 

He turned away from me, doing something I couldn’t see because he was pleasantly portly. When he turned back around, he had a cup in hand, which he gave to me. 

"Peppermint hot chocolate, on me. Happy Holidays.” 

A familiar shiver wrapped around my spine. I blinked at the man, looking over his shoulder to see he had hot cider, coffee and peppermint hot chocolate in crock pots. It took me a few seconds to find the ability to speak.*

Happy Holidays to you. *I had lifted the cup in a gesture.* Thank you…

*Cup in one hand, full and fluffy yet petite tree in the other, I had walked home in a complete daze. I was in a state of abject disbelief. How had he known? What had him deciding on the peppermint hot chocolate? What if I wanted coffee, or cider? I didn’t know, and I really didn’t care. I’d propped the tree in a stand before I’d kicked off my shoes and dropped onto the couch. 

Sitting with the cup in my hands, I clutched it like a lifeline. The physical loneliness was stifling, and heavy. I lifted the cup, the scent of peppermint hitting my nose first, followed quickly by the rich, chocolate steam.  Memories swarmed at first sip, and I didn’t swallow them along with the hot chocolate. I closed my eyes as the flavor lingered, an inkling of the Christmas spirit I inherited returning. There was a third, winding chill up my spine. Somehow, some way, I just knew, no matter the depths of loneliness I felt, my parents were right there, with me. Always.*

[thelreads]

And now it’s time to start another chapter boyos! After spending part of the night playing Portal 2 on co-op with someone whose name shall not be mentioned, that was apparently incapable of walking in a straight line, let alone shoot a portal in the right spot, I am 120% sure that I’m in the right mind-set to get going with the story. In other words, nothing more can surprise me. So, let’s jump right back into it, this is Chapter 78: Whirling Chaos.

And we open with Aizawa taking his little kid back to safety, while realizing that he completely screwed up by not telling his other kid to go back to safety once the message was delivered. A terrible mistake that will result in dozen of new fractures. Good job Aizawa.

Also, bold of you to assume that Midoriya will stop fighting after completing his mission. There’s no stopping the Green bunny. He could be decapitated and he still would be kicking villain asses.

Take my word for it and please do not attempt to test it out.

Don’t you worry kota, He is in relatively good terms with the guy that spent his whole childhood bullying him and tried to drive him to suicide, believe me, that nutcracker you tried to apply on him is nothing.

But in a side note, oh god, he’s crying because of how worried he is, oh god, he’s caring about someone, and he’s afraid to lose them like he lost his parents, oh god I just realized that.

Basically, if Midoriya survives the night against the villains, Aizawa will personally murder him for what he did to his body. But for now, the only thing Kota can focus on doing after the madness ends is to thank him for what he did. Midoriya’s not after praise, but it certainly wont hurt to hear it every now and again, specially from someone that admires him.

[peonypearls-muddled-musings]

Tad and Eileen are 47 when they learn they're expecting again.

Isaac is sixteen; Moira is thirteen.

Tad looks at the test in Eileen's hand, confirming what isn't exactly a fear, but something they've definitely been blindsided by.

Discussions ensue; Isaac and Moira have been old enough to start acting independently after school, and both of them have friends and activities that keep them occupied while Tad and Eileen’s careers have hit the ground running again with their children becoming more self-sufficient.

But with a new baby thrown in the mix, they're back to square one.

They decide to proceed with the pregnancy, however, and Tad decides to put his acting career on an indefinite hiatus so Eileen can continue teaching violin.

On March 19th, 2002, Phoebe Fredrica Irving is born, and as her parents hold her they know they wouldn't have chosen any other path.

Tad officially retires and as Eileen returns to teaching, Tad becomes a stay at home dad again, and spends his days caring for Phoebe, cleaning, and experimenting with cooking so his family comes home to nice meals (which leads to Tad and Isaac bonding over recipes and Isaac’s blossoming second love of baking). He continues to aid in screenwriting and does some acting workshops, but wouldn't trade his time with Phoebe for anything.

Phoebe grows into another artistic Irving, finding her niche in dance, primarily ballet. For Christmas when she's three all she wants is to go watch The Nutcracker performed at a nearby theater. She sits on her mother's lap, completely engrossed in the dance and music. It encapsulates her and when she's old enough she's enrolled in ballet classes.

Phoebe grows to be a content mixture of her siblings: Isaac’s dry wit and calm demeanor with Moira’s sunny nature. She loves her big brother and sister dearly, and often has weekends visiting them once they have their own apartments. She loves baking with Isaac, and she and Moira often join Camille to go watch a movie or go to a theme park and have a girls’ night (yeah okay Isaac tags along sometimes because he wants to have fun too)

( Camille snorts soda out of her nose when the siblings have a fake argument about how Phoebe’s the only one who can’t sing for anything; Phoebe then goes ‘YEAH WELL YOU CAN’T DO THIS’ and she proceeds to stand straight on her toes without her ballet shoes and pose and her sister shouts ‘STOP THAT WITCHCRAFT IN MY APARTMENT’ )

Phoebe has once been able to dance to her mother’s violin music for a holiday special and Tad cried recording the whole thing.

But things come crashing down when, on July 8th, 2014, Phoebe is accompanying Eileen and Moira as they pick up Tad from an interview; they drive to meet Isaac and Camille when their car is t-boned and pinned against a semi. 

Tad is unscathed; but can barely see anything in the wreckage; his side is smashed, and he can’t see Phoebe. He gets out of the car, able to see that Eileen and Moira are horribly injured. Eileen is gone; Moira fades away; but a crunch of metal and screams later, Tad goes to the impact zone to see Phoebe tear her way out of the blankets of steel she’d become entangled within. 

Like her father, she’s completely unscathed. Until she sees what’s become of her mother and sister, and she’s rendered just as horrified as her father and brother.

Lives change; Moira’s brain damage leaves her at the mercy of being cared for by Tad and Isaac, with Phoebe there to help as she can. Isaac moves back in to help, and Phoebe mourns the fracture in her family. She’s glad her sister has made it, but Moira can barely recognize her for months. Isaac becomes more like a second father than a brother after so long of helping, and even keeping an eye on Tad as he seems content in letting himself waste away. Phoebe finds herself scared and sad, and completely content to seal herself away to wonder why she was able to survive such an ordeal. Tad had yet to truly talk to Phoebe about what he’d witnessed, but Phoebe knows about her father’s strength.

She knows it’s a burden on him.

So what if she’s become a burden too?

[julie-spencer]

two girls, one guy, & one plié | julie, alex, & hannah

WHO: @julie-spencer, @alexgrey-ontour, @cordellahannah

WHAT: Alex agrees to attempt a plié and other various ballet moves while Hannah joins them for “moral support”, but really to post the embarrassing moments on Instagram live.

WHEN: March 27th

WHERE: Conference room in the hotel in Detroit

Julie really needed a break from everything. Her plan to surprise Cooper with the dance had completely fallen through. He wasn't willing to talk to her and it broke her heart. When Alex had offered to attempt the plié she had so desperately been waiting for, she felt a little bit better. She extended the invitation to Hannah because, I mean, someone had to take the professional photos if he ripped his pants. When the door opened, Julie spun around to see Alex and Hannah and a grin spread across her face. "Hey! I'm glad you finally agreed to this. Are you ready to add pliés to your workout routine, Alex? And did you bring your phone for pictures, Hannah?"

Honestly, Alex had just noticed that something was amiss among the string of questions that the choreographer had been receiving throughout the day. He wasn't sure exactly what, nor did he think it was his business, but he knew that there was always an opportunity to make someone else smile and feel better about their day, even if it was something small. Not to mention, he missed ballet. He had taken it when he was quite young, and while he'd fallen out of practice when going pop, he'd always had an appreciation for it. He stepped through the door, his hand in Hannah's as he smiled brightly at Julie. "Bring it on, teach, I'm more than ready."

Hannah honestly couldn't pass up the chance to see Alex making a fool of himself. Not that she didn't have faith in him to really be a good dancer in such a way but she also knew that Julie was one of the best dancers and she wouldn't go easy on him. So obviously she had to be there to snap any embarrassing pictures for later on instagram. "I absolutely have my phone to capture any embarrassing moments brought to us by this handsome fella." she gave his hand a squeeze before kissing his cheek and scurrying off to the side so she wouldn't be in the way.

Julie grinned in appreciation of the two of them before sitting on the ground. "Okay, so first and foremost, we don't want you to pull any muscles, so we're going to do some basic stretches." She reached out to grab one of her feet to stretch one leg and then switch to the other one. "And then... once we do that..." She repositioned herself before transitioning into a split. "...we do a split to really stretch it out. Easy peasy!"

Alex squeezed Hannah's hand back, kissing her forehead before sitting on the ground before Julie. He easily stretched from leg to leg before widening his eyes as she did the splits. "Oh, okay, so you're trying to make this as embarrassing as possible from the get-go," he teased, trying to position himself in the split but falling over almost immediately.

She finally managed to clear the blush off her cheeks when Alex decided to try and do splits. Luckily she chose that moment to whip out her phone and start recording some videos. "Beautiful! This is content is instagram gold to be honest." she laughed loudly clearly amused by all of this.

"Oh, I never said it wouldn't be embarrassing. That would take the fun out of this." Julie laughed, helping Alex up off the ground. "Okay so, I don't have shoes that would fit you, so we'll just have to make do -- unless you wanna try to fit into an old pair of mine. Just remember there's literally a block of wood in the tip of the shoe." She couldn't help but continue to chuckle. This was actually making her feel a little better. "So when we do a basic plié, think of it as you're doing a squat, but you want your feet turned outwards perfectly straight. Like so--" She got into the correct pose. "And from there, you just bend your knees, keeping your feet as straight as possible, and curving your arms with your hands centered in front of your torso." Julie continued with demonstrating a plié, waiting for Alex to give it a shot.

Alex turned to stick his tongue out at Hannah as he let Julie pick him up. He looked down at his feet before glancing over at Julie's before shaking his head with a small laugh. "I think my feet have some length on yours. I think we'll have to try and make do." He stood back watching her, positioning his feet as she did, listening intently as she instructed him. He nodded, lifting his arms in an awkward curve as he bent his knees, his feet not staying as straight as they could've but overall not the worst display.

Though she was absolutely making fun of him, she was also there supporting him. Dancing was not easy and she commended Julie and Olivia for spending so many years doing so. "That wasn't bad at all, babe!" she cheered him on when he managed to complete the first one. Pressing start on the instagram live recording she debated on doing ( even though the cameras were definitely there to record for the show ), she cleared her throat. "Hey, everyone! I'm here to offer you the best content you could ever want. Dem Boiz hottie Alex Grey doing some serious ballet. Let's see if Julie can turn him into the next Nutcracker." she switched the camera to land on him and Julie now.

Surprisingly, Julie was taking this pretty seriously. She watched his form carefully, tapping her finger on her chin as she did so. "Hmm... that was pretty good for a first try! But your feet moved, so that'll be a point deduction." She chuckled, taking another stance. "This one is gonna be harder for you because you don't have the right shoes, but..." In one swift movement, Julie got on the tips of her toes and recreated the first plié with the only difference being her being on her toes. "Think you can manage that, Grey? You might wanna make sure you get a good shot of this, Hannah."

Alex glanced back briefly as he heard Hannah start the Instalive, scoffing slightly as he waved. "Guys, if I break something, I'm going to apologize  now for the excessive whining that you're going to hear." He turned his attention back to Julie, nodding at her instruction, also taking this somewhat seriously. He was an overachiever, Alex. He liked knowing all sorts of skills that he could, and while he never expected himself to be a professional dancer, he wanted to learn. He blew his cheeks out, watching her go to her toes. "What do I need to do to make sure I don't break my toes in the process?"

Hannah remained quiet as she just recorded the interaction in front of her. This was either going to end exceptionally well, or really badly. "Yeah, please try not to break my boyfriend's toes." she laughed a little bit feeling the word slip from her lips with ease and not even realizing what she did, she was just too caught up in getting the good footage.

"So, since you don't have the right shoes for this, you might just wanna try standing on your tip toes the best you can." Julie suggested, putting her feet back flat on the ground. "Just because I'm worried that if you roll your toes to do this, it might cause a stress fracture since you're gonna be standing like this for a bit." She tapped her chin again, trying to think of another way to explain it. "Like pretend you're wearing high heel shoes. Got it?"

Alex couldn't help but grin as he heard the term slip from Hannah's lips, glimpsing back at her with a wink as he looked back at Julie. "Tip toes I can do, yeah. Okay, so...." He attempted the move, bending at the knees before hopping on his tip toes and holding it for a second. "Okay, fix me, jesus this already hurts."

Hannah couldn't help but blush immediately - thankful that his reaction was what it was. "You can do it, baby, c'mon!" she cheered him on, giving him a little clap.

Julie laughed, shaking her head. "Okay, you've suffered enough. We're now going to try something a little extra that's kinder to your toes." She glanced over at Hannah, waving her over. "We need you for this one!" She looked back over at Alex. "So, are you comfortable with catching someone if they run and jump at you?" This one would be definitely easier on Alex, but would possibly be difficult for Hannah -- unless she absolutely trusts him. "Okay, so Hannah, what you're going to do is..." Julie took a few large strides backwards. "You're gonna start right here and then run towards Alex, jump, and just be the most graceful ballerina you can be. Like this." She looked back at Alex, making sure he was gonna be ready to catch her before she began to run towards him and jumping up into the air enough for him to get a hold and lift her.

Alex deflated, releasing a breath as he settled his feet back on the ground. He grinned, giving the camera a little thumbs up as he turned back to Julie. He listened, grinning as he nodded. "Little Dirty Dancing action? Yeah, I can handle that," he said, flexing his arms as he laughed. He watched her, planting his feet and bending his knees to make sure he could get low enough before catching her at her waist and lifting her above her head, barely breaking a sweat.

Hannah raised her eyebrows when Julie motioned for her to join and she cleared her throat before nodding. She placed her phone down to get the shot before watching what Julie and Alex did. “Okay, I can do that!” she exclaimed before moving back to where Julie stood. Mimicking her movements with ease - running to Alex and jumping up when it was time to.

Julie took a step back, to make sure she didn't get in the way and that everything was going to  go swimmingly. She was crossing her fingers that Alex wouldn't drop her.

Alex set Julie down easily, smiling warmly at Hannah as he got ready to do the same for her. He planted his feet once more, catching his girlfriend around the waist and lifting her in the air. He grinned as he held her stably, taking a moment to turn them in a circle. "Now I've had the time of my life," he sang with a small chuckle as he looked up at her before lowering her slowly.

Julie grinned, applauding the two of them for their excellent performance. "Yessss! You both did so well! I think it's safe to say you are certified ballerinas now." She laughed. "But seriously though, thank you so much for this. You guys really made my day with this." She truly meant it. While she still felt a slight pang of sadness, it wasn't as bad thanks to these two. "I'll be sad if you don't work this little Dirty Dancing move into a show."

Alex smiled softly as he kissed Hannah back gently, hugging her to him briefly as he looked back at Julie. “Well we couldn’t have done it without our amazing teacher,” he commend softly with a small grin. “Come on, bring it in.” He opened his other arm for Julie, waving her to them for a hug of her own. “I don’t know about you, but that workout has me starved. Are you two hungry?”

When the group hug took place, Hannah hugged the girl tightly as well. She really was thankful for all the people this experience brought. “Let’s do it! Food on me!!” she clapped her hands moving to grab her phone. “This has been Lil Han - signing off!” she blew the phone a kiss before ending the stream and turning back to them.

[rueday]

a collection of headcanons about the character “louisa sinclair” that are definitely need to know. affiliated with @fencetm & @laiwyer, an “original” character from ocean’s eight.

louisa is the youngest of three, olivia is the oldest and tamasin is the middle child.

tammy and liv still call her lulu, as do the kids, but they are the only ones who can get away with it. otherwise she goes by is, or just louisa. 

louisa was primarily raised by her sisters, namely tammy. she was heavily protected from their mother, and as a result, has a different personality and little to no relationship with their parents beyond the bare minimum, or what’s expected. 

she’s the wild child, free spirited type. lulu was involved in a number of extra curricular’s, namely anything to do with the arts, as well as volleyball, track and competitive dance.

lulu started dancing when she was five, an attempt at curbing her energy as she was quite a hyperactive little girl who rarely sat still. she competed for years until she aged out of competition, and then chose to continue with dance professionally. louisa was offered a half scholarship to julliard when she was seventeen.

she studied there for three and a half years before she was invited to join the royal ballet company in england. after roughly two years with the company, louisa was offered the lead in the nutcracker. she was twenty-two. 

three months after that, lulu was injured in a tech rehearsal where she severely broke her leg. she also had a serious concussion, fractured her wrist and there was concern about spinal swelling. she had to have surgery and go through extensive physiotherapy before she could comfortably walk again without aid. within a year, she was fully recovered and although she can still dance, she has to be very careful and she would never be able to dance professionally. she had to leave the company and she moved back to the states. 

for several months following, louisa was in a state of limbo. she had only ever thought about dancing. even when her career as a featured dancer inevitably came to an end, she had fully intended on opening her own studio and teaching, but at that point in her life, she didn’t want to be around dancing if she couldn’t dance herself. that’s when she started to look in to design. 

louisa studied architectural and interior design for a year before she started working for an independent, little known company in new york. she mostly worked with a team for roughly two years before she struck out on her own. her first client was actually a friend of hers from julliard. her designs went viral and louisa earned herself a reputation and made a career out of interior design. she fell in love with it after losing dance.

lulu travels around the world roughly nine months out of the year. she has a condo in soho that she rents out on air bnb when she’s not at home, but she mostly lives out of a suitcase, staying in hotels, or apartments she’s rented if she knows she’ll be in town for longer than a couple weeks. she’s consulted as a set designer on various filming locations but works primarily as a private designer for home decor.

she hasn’t spoken to her mother in well over three years save for the customary “happy birthday / mother’s day / merry christmas” text. if veronique wanted to know anything about her youngest, she would have to ask tammy or olivia, as she keeps in regular contact with them, facetiming each sister at least once a week. the last time she saw her mother, it was during a very awkward, very tense family dinner that lulu ended up leaving early in favour of drinking at a club downtown.

louisa has dated both men and women, but she is currently single. 

any time aunt lulu visits, she always brings presents. usually something she’s found while travelling that she thinks the kids will like. she’s big on spoiling them since she doesn’t have children of her own, and since she doesn’t get to see them as often as she would like. 

lulu’s only recently started dancing again. she was afraid to try for years in case she aggravated her injury or in case she had “lost her talent”  –  she hasn’t told either of her sisters yet.

louisa has a tattoo on her shoulder of three birds in flight. 

she’s a natural blonde but died her hair dark when she started at julliard and kept it dark until after the accident. she allowed her roots to grow out as she recovered and she’s been blonde ever since. 

her favourite colour is green.

her first real kiss was with her best friend in middle school during a game of spin the bottle. her name was elizabeth and they were thirteen.