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chrisfavdrink · 2 months ago

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Anomaly part 3

Freedom Is Worth a Fortune

Prince!Matt, Prince!Chris, Red!reader

warnings: slow burn, talk of stealing, talk of weapons, talk of running away. should be it.

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Peyton has known Charlie Whistle for a long time. He’s old, too feeble to work the lumber yards, so he sweeps by day. At night, he sells everything you could want out of his moldy wagon, from heavily restricted coffee to exotics from Archeon. Peyton was nine with a fistful of stolen buttons when she took her chances with him for the first time. He paid her three copper pennies for them, no questions asked. Now she’s his best customer and probably the reason he manages to stay afloat in such a small place. On a good day she might even call him a friend. So, naturally the things she and Weston can't sell to the usual shop owners, they have to take to Charlie.

Some call this system the underground, others the black market, but all Peyton cares about is what they can do. They have fences, people like Charlie, everywhere. Even in Archeon, as impossible as that sounds. They transport illegal goods all over the country. And now she’s betting that they might make an exception and transport a person - or two people, she supposes - instead.

“Absolutely not.”

In all her eight years of knowing him, Charlie Whistle has never refused anything from Peyton. Now the wrinkled old man is practically slamming shut the doors of his wagon straight in her face. She’s happy Weston decided to stay behind, so he doesn’t have to see her fail him.

“Charlie, please. I know you can do it -”

He shakes his head profusely, eyes narrowed. “Even if I could, I am a tradesman. The people I work with aren’t the type to spend their time and effort shuttling another runner from place to place. It’s not our business.”

Peyton can slowly feel her only hope, Weston’s only hope, slipping right through her fingers.

Charlie must see the desperation in her eyes because he softens, leaning against the wagon door. He heaves a sigh and glances backward, into the darkness of the wagon. After a moment, he turns back around and gestures, beckoning her inside. She follows gladly, her spark of hope returning.

“Thank you, Charlie,” she babbles gratefully. “You don’t know what this means to me -”

“Sit down and be quiet, girl,” says a high voice that stops Peyton right in her tracks.

Out of the shadows of the wagon, hardly visible in the dim light of Charlie’s single blue candle, a woman rises to her feet. Girl, Peyton should say, since she barely looks any older than herself. But she’s much taller, with the air of an old warrior. The gun at her hip, tucked into a red sash belt stamped with suns, is certainly not authorized. She’s too blonde and fair to be from the Stilts, and judging by the light sweat on her face, she’s not used to the heat or humidity. She is a foreigner, an outlander, and an outlaw at that. Just the person Peyton wants to see.

The woman waves Peyton to the bench cut into the wagon wall, and she sits down again only when the Fox girl also has. Charlie follows closely behind and all but collapses into a worn chair, his eyes flitting between the two girls before him.

“Peyton Fox, meet Cyrus,” he murmurs, as she tightens her jaw.

Her gaze lands on the brunette’s face, hard like steel. “You wish to transport cargo.”

“Myself and a boy -” But the girl - Cyrus - holds up a large, calloused hand, cutting her off.

“Cargo,” she says again, eyes full of meaning. Peyton’s heart leaps in her chest; this Cyrus girl might be of the helping kind. “And what is the destination?”

Peyton racks her brain, trying to think of somewhere safe. The old classroom map swims before her eyes, outlining the coast and the rivers, marking cities and villages and everything in between. From Harbor Bay west to the Lakelands, the northern tundra to the radiated wastes of the Ruins and the Wash, it’s all dangerous land for them.

“Somewhere safe from the Silvers,” she manages to come up with. “That’s all.”

Cyrus blinks at her, her expression unchanging. “Safety has a price, girl.”

“Everything has a price, girl,” Peyton fires back, matching her condescending tone. “No one knows that more than me.”

A long beat of silence stretches through the wagon. Peyton can feel the night wasting away, taking precious minutes from Weston. Cyrus must sense her unease and impatience but makes no hurry to speak. After what seems like an eternity, her mouth finally opens.

“The Scarlet Guard accepts, Peyton Fox.”

It takes all the restraint she has in her body to keep from jumping out of her seat with joy. But something tugs at her, keeping a smile from crossing her face.

“Payment is expected in full, to the equivalent of one thousand crowns,” Cyrus continues.

That nearly knocks the air from Peyton’s lungs. Even Charlie looks surprised, his fluffy white eyebrows disappearing into his hairline. “A thousand?” she manages to choke out. No one deals in that amount of money, not in the Stilts. That could feed her family for a year. Many years.

But Cyrus isn’t finished. Peyton gets the sense that she enjoys this, and the thought makes her want to knock one of the blonde’s teeth out. “This can be paid in paper notes, tetrarch coins, or the bartering equivalent. Per item, of course.”

Two thousand crowns. A fortune. Peyton and Weston’s freedom is worth a fortune.

“Your cargo will be moved the day after tomorrow. You must pay then.”

She can barely breathe. Less than two days to accumulate more money than she has ever stolen in her entire life. There is no way.

Cyrus doesn’t even give Peyton time to protest, as she says, “Do you accept the terms?”

“I need more time,” the Fox girl does best to explain.

The blonde shakes her head, leaning forward until the two girls are practically nose to nose. Peyton thinks that she can faintly smell gunpowder on her. “Do you accept the terms?”

It’s impossible. It’s foolish. It’s their best chance.

Their only chance.

“I accept the terms.”

The next moments pass in a blur as Peyton trudges home through the muddy shadows. Her mind is on fire, trying to figure out a way - any way - to get her hands on anything worth even close to Cyrus’ price. There’s nothing in the Stilts, that’s for sure.

When she gets back, Weston is still waiting in the darkness, looking like a lost little boy. She supposes he is.

“Bad news?” he says, trying to keep his voice even, but it trembles anyway.

“The underground can get us out of here.” For his sake, she keeps herself calm as she explains the situation. Two thousand crowns might as well be the king’s throne, but she makes it seem like nothing. “If anyone can do it, we can. We can.”

“Peyton.” His voice is cold, colder than winter, but the hollow look in his usually warm eyes is much worse. “It’s over. We lost.”

“But if we just -”

He grabs her shoulders, holding her at an arm’s length in his firm grip. It doesn’t hurt her but it shocks her all the same. “Don’t do this to me, Peyton. don’t make me believe there’s a way out of this. Don’t give me hope.”

He’s right. She knows that it’s cruel to give hope where none should be. It only turns into disappointment, resentment, rage - all the things that make this life more difficult than it already is.

“Just let me accept it. Maybe - maybe then I can actually get my head in order, get myself trained properly, give myself a fighting chance out there.”

Her hands find his wrists and she holds on tight, as if it would keep him here. “You talk like you’re already dead.”

“Maybe I am.”

“You’re not. My brothers -”

“Your father made sure they knew what they were doing long before they went away. And it helps that they’re all the size of a house.” He forces a strained smirk, trying to get her to laugh. It doesn’t work. “I’m a good swimmer and sailor. They’ll need me on the lakes.”

It’s only when he wraps his arms around her, hugging her, that she realizes that she’s shaking. “Weston -” she mumbles into his chest, but the next words won’t come. It should be me. But her time is fast approaching, she can only hope Weston survives long enough for her to see him again, in the barracks or in a trench, maybe then she’ll find the right words to say. All she knows is that she cannot bare to lose another person in her life, another friend, another brother.

“Thank you, Pey. for everything.” He pulls back, letting go of her far too quickly. “If you save up, you’ll have enough by the time the legion comes for you.”

For him, she nods. But she has no plans of letting him fight and die alone.

By the time she settles back into her cot, she knows she won’t sleep for the rest of the night. There must be something she can do, and even if it takes all night, she’s going to figure it out. She will.

Ellyce coughs in her sleep and it’s a courteous, tiny sound. Even unconscious she manages to be ladylike. No wonder she fits in so well with the Silvers, Peyton can’t help but think. She’s everything they like in a Red: quiet, content, and unassuming. It's a good thing she’s the one who has to deal with them, helping the superhuman fools pick out silk and fine fabrics for clothes they’ll wear just once. Ellyce tells Peyton that you simply have to get used to it, to the amount of money they spend on such trivial things. And at Grand Garden, the marketplace in Summerton, the money increases tenfold. Together with her mistress, Ellyce sews lace, silk, fur, even gemstones to create wearable art for the Silver elite who seem to follow the royals everywhere. The parade, she calls them, an endless march of preening peacocks, each one more proud and ridiculous than the next. All Silver, all silly, and all status-obsessed.

Peyton hates them even more than usual tonight. The stockings they lose would probably be enough to save herself, Weston, and half the Stilts from conscription.

For the second time tonight, lightning strikes.

“Ellyce. Wake up.” Peyton doesn’t whisper. The girl sleeps like the dead. “Ellyce.”

She shifts and groans into her pillow, waving her off. “Sometimes I want to kill you,” she grumbles.

“How sweet. Now wake up!”

Her eyes are still closed when Peyton pounces, landing on her like a giant cat. Before she can start yelling and whining and get their mother involved, the oldest of the two clamps a hand on her mouth. “Just listen to me, that’s all. Don’t talk, just listen.”

Ellyce huffs against her sister’s hand, but nods all the same.

“Weston -”

Her skin flushes bright red at the mention of him. She even giggles, something she never does. But Peyton doesn’t have time for her schoolgirl crush, not no. not when it comes to something this vital.

“Stop that, Ellyce.” she takes a shaky breath. “Weston is going to be conscripted.”

And then her daughter is gone, her face dropping in shock. Conscription isn’t a joke, not to them.

“I’ve found a way to get him out of here, to save him from the war, but I need your help to do it.” It hurts to say it, but somehow the words pass her lips. “I need you, El. Will you help me?”

The younger girl doesn’t hesitate to answer, and Peyton feels a great swell of love for her sister.

“Yes.”

It’s a good thing Peyton and Ellyce are the same size, or else the youngest of the two’s extra uniform would never fit. It’s thick and dark, not at all suited to the summer sun, with buttons and zippers that seem to cook in the heat. The pack on her back shifts, almost taking her over with the weight of cloth and sewing instruments. Ellyce has her own pack and constricted uniform, but they don’t seem to bother her at all. She’s used to hard work and a hard life.

The pair sail most of the distance upriver, squashed between bushels of wheat on the barge of a benevolent farmer Ellyce befriended years ago. People trust her around here, like they can never trust Peyton. The farmer lets them off with a mile still to go, near the winding trail of merchants heading for Summerton. Now they shuffle with them, toward what Ellyce calls the Garden Door, though there are no gardens to be seen. It’s actually a gate made of sparkling glass that blinds them before they even get a chance to step inside. The rest of the wall looks to be made of the same thing, but Peyton can’t believe the Silver king would be stupid enough to hide behind glass walls.

“It isn’t glass,” Ellyce tells her, answering the question she never asked. “Or at least, not entirely. The Silvers discovered a way to heat diamond and mix it with other materials. It’s totally impregnable. Not even a bomb could get through that.”

Diamond walls.

“That seems unnecessary.”

“Keep your head down. Let me do the talking,” she whispers.

Peyton stays on her little sister’s heels, her eyes on the road as it fades cracked black asphalt to paved white stone. It’s so smooth she almost slips, but Ellyce grabs her arm, keeping her steady, like an anchor. Weston wouldn’t have a problem walking on this, not with his so-called “sea legs.” But then again Weston wouldn’t be here at all. He’s already given up. She will not.

As they get closer to the gates, Peyton squints through the glare to see to the other side. Though Summerton only exists for the season, abandoned before the first frost fall,it’s the biggest city she’s ever seen. There are bustling streets. Shops, cantina bars, houses, and courtyards, all of them pointed toward a shimmering monstrosity of diamondglass and marble. And now she knows where it got its name. The Hall of the Sun shines like a star, reaching a hundred feet into the air in a twisting mass of spires and bridges. Parts of it darken seemingly at will, to give the occupants privacy. It’s breathtaking, intimidating, magnificent - and this is just the summer house.

“Names,” a gruff voice barks, and Ellyce stops short.

“Ellyce Fox. This is my sister, Peyton Fox. She’s helping me bring some wares in for my mistress.” She doesn’t flinch, keeping her voice even, almost bored. The Security officer nods at Peyton and she shifts her pack, making a show of it. Ellyce hands over their identification cards, both of them torn, dirty things ready to fall apart, but they suffice.

The man examining them must know Peyton’s sister because he barely glances at her ID. Peyton’s he scrutinizes, looking between her face and her picture for a good minute. She wonders if he’s a whisper too and can read her mind. That would put an end to this little excursion very quickly and probably earn her a cable noose around the neck.

“Wrists,” he sighs, already bored with the pair.

For a moment, Peyton is puzzled, but when Ellyce sticks out her right hand without a thought, she follows the gesture, letting the officer slap red bands around their wrists. The circles shrink until they’re tight as shackles - there’s no removing these things on their own, that’s for sure.

“Move along,” the officer says, gesturing with a lazy wave of a hand. Two young girls are not a threat in his eyes.

Ellyce nods in thanks, but Peyton doesn’t bother. She has no doubt in her mind that that man doesn’t deserve an ounce of appreciation from her. The gates yawn open around them, and they march forward. Peyton’s heartbeat pounds in her ears, drowning out the sounds of a Grand Garden as they enter a different world.

It’s a market like she’s never seen, dotted with flowers and trees and fountains. The Reds are few and fast, running errands and selling their own wares, all marked by their red bands. Though the Silvers wear no bands, they’re easy to spot. They drip with gems and precious metals, a fortune on every one of them. One slip of a hook and Peyton can go home with everything she’ll ever need. All are tall and beautiful and cold, moving with a slow grace no Red can claim. They simply don’t have the time to move that way.

Ellyce guides Peyton past a bakery with cakes dusted in gold, a grocer displaying brightly colored fruits she’s never seen before, and even a menagerie full of wild animals beyond her comprehension. A little girl, Silvers judging by her clothes, feeds tiny bits of apple to a spotted, horse like creature with an impossibly long neck. A few streets over, a jewelry store sparkles in every color of the rainbow. Peyton makes note of it, but keeping her head straight here is rather difficult. The air seems to pulse, vibrant with life.

Just when she thinks there could be nothing more fantastic than this place, she looks closer at the Silvers and remembers exactly who they are. The little girl is a telky, levitating the apple ten feet into the air to feed the long-necked beast. A florist runs his hands through a pot of white flowers and they explode into growth, curling around his elbows. He’s a greeny, a manipulator of plants and the earth. A pair of them have orange hair and hatful eyes, even while kids mill around him. All over the square, every type of Siver goes about their extraordinary lives. There are so many, each one grand and wonderful and powerful and so far removed from the world Peyton knows.

“This is how the other half lives,” Ellyce murmurs, sensing her sister’s awe. “It’s enough to make you sick.”

Guilt ripples through Peyton. She's always been jealous of Ellyce, her talent and all the privileges it affords her, but she’s never thought of the cost. The younger girl doesn’t spend much time in school and has few friends in the Stilts. If Ellyce were normal, she would have many. She would smile. Instead, the fourteen-year-old soldiers through with needle and thread, putting the future of her family on her back, living neck-deep in a world she hates.

“Thank you, El,” Peyton whispers into her ear. Ellyce knows she doesn't just mean for today.

“Salla’s shop is there, with the blue awning.” She points down a side street, to a tiny store sandwiched between a pair of cafes. “I’ll be inside, if you need me.”

“I won’t,” Peyton answers quickly. “Even if things go wrong, I won’t get you involved.”

“Good.” Then she grabs Peyton’s hand, squeezing tight for a second. “Be careful. It’s crowded today, more than usual.”

“More places to hide,” Peyton tells her with a smirk.

But her little sister’s voice is grave. “More officers too.”

They continue walking, every step bringing them closer to the exact moment Ellyce will leave Peyton alone in this strange place. A thrum of panic goes through her as Ellyce lifts the pack from her shoulders. They’ve reached her shop.

To calm herself, Peyton rambles under her breath. “Speak to no one, don’t make eye contact, keep moving. I leave the way I came, through the Garden Door. The officer removes my band and I keep walking.” Ellyce nods as she speaks, her eyes wide, wary and perhaps even hopeful. “It’s ten miles to home.”

“Ten miles to home,” she echoes.

Wishing for all the world she could go with her, Peyton watches Ellyce disappear beneath the blue awning. She’s gotten her this far. Now it’s Peyton’s turn.

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this one’s a little bit longer sorry! don’t worry cause someone’s gonna make a special appearance in the next part! any guesses???

-Roni

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #sturniolo #chris sturniolo au #anomaly #matt sturniolo au #prince!chris #prince!matt #red!reader #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #nick sturniolo #fantasy

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itmeansiris · 9 months ago

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The Solar System Legacy Challenge: Saying Goodbye Gen 1 pt.50

“Grown from the humble roots off the coast of Shih Sea, Tomarang is lively with local fare, community chaos, and legends of lore. Known for its tight-knit communities and sun-filled shared spaces, Tomarang is a lush landscape of possibilities. Come cozy up with nature or fish around for neighborly niceties and whim-simsical secrets. Whether you're flying solo or raising generations, the region offers a warm welcome to any multi-living lifestyle! Sul Sul De-Kah!”

The town Spirit and Jorden grew up, fell in love and raised 2 children. The town they sent their children to school and grew a business. Where they grew old and hung pictures of their grandchildren. The town where they ate at the local fare and sold produce on the weekend.

To Mercury, Tomarang was a small village littered with color and wonder. A village that had helped her learn to be kind and confident, giving, loving and nurturing. All the things the village had given to her parents before her. Now she had returned to say goodbye to what anchored her there.

When they arrive at the Tomarang funeral home & cemetery, M is immediately drawn to the new headstone that was already placed in the designated place for Jorden on the Medley Family plot. As she approaches she notices the hoard of cameras and fans standing beyond the fenced area. Word of her father’s death and her return to Tomarang had circulated quickly but she had begged for privacy. Seems she wouldn’t get her wish. The crowd did nothing to quiet her emotions. She couldn’t handle it anymore, she’d spent all morning trying to keep herself poised and in check, but seeing her Fathers name engraved across the shiny new headstone had broken her resolve. She set down Zohreh and released a gut-wrenching sob.

Kason joins her silently supporting her but understanding her need to get it out. He stands between her and the gathering crowd trying to shield her as his own emotions begin to rise. Jorden had welcomed Kason from the moment they’d met during Family day weekend all those years ago. He had deemed Kason, Mercurys moon* after they started dating and had even given him permission to ask for M’s hand in marriage. He gave him advice on raising the triplets and had even helped to name Zohreh. No one had ever needed to say it aloud, but Jorden was the backbone of their mixed families and everyone from the Gratz to the Medleys and all of Tomarang had lost a friend, a mentor, a husband or a father.

As they gathered themselves to head inside they notice Zohreh pulling himself toward his grandfathers headstone. He’d been practicing for weeks and had chosen this moment to complete his creep milestone.

Kason: M did you see him?

He asked as he wiped the tears from his eyes. M smiled with a fresh batch of tears coating her already red rimmed eyes.

M: I did. Maybe he knows. Maybe…he did it for his grandpa..

Kason: It’s a beautiful thought M, hold on to it. Let’s head inside.

The pews were filled with tenants, friends, neighbors and employees a like. In the front rows sat Winter and Peyton with their now 3 kids, along side Beckett, Spirit and the triplets.

The service commences and M tasked with giving the eulogy takes her place at the podium eventually. The casket a beautiful white with intricate gold detailing a daunting backdrop. She takes a deep breath and begins.

M: My delightful, quirky & remarkable father, Jorden Medley has passed and left our beautiful village hollow. My mother, brother and I are beyond heartbroken. We know how blessed & lucky we were to be loved by him. Now it’s up to the watcher to take care of him, and I know he’s earned his right to a peaceful rest. You can’t be called a daddy’s girl without the perfect father. Mine burned breakfast every morning, and took the training wheels off my brothers bike to soon. My father couldn’t sing and had two left feet. He lived for a decent cup of coffee he couldn’t make himself and often didn’t have a serious bone in his body. He taught me to keep my head in the clouds and to search or create things that no one could take from me.

She’s pauses. Takes a deep breath and continues

M: When we were kids my father built us a treehouse and then spent all his time teaching me about astronomy. Being named after the Planet Mercury at my great grandmothers request my father learned all he could about the planet and then passed it all down to me. One day he promised me a moon. At the time I didn’t understand, I thought all planets had their own moon and we just shared the sun. Until my father explained that because of Mercury’s small form and its proximity to the sun it doesn’t have enough gravitational pull to create a moon all its own. But he assured me everyday that I would be stronger than my small form and I would find my moon. Jorden Medley kept his promise and I was blessed with a moon, my husband Kason and a number of tiny stars that could one days be suns, my children. But what my father didn’t know is he was the strength in my orbit. He made it possible for me to keep the people around. My father taught me that I was stronger than the cosmos, and I could outshine the sun and have my own galaxy even if the world didn’t have it planned for me. My father spent his life teaching me to build a galaxy and now he is the brightest star in my orbit. For a moonless planet I was bless with the prefect star. We…will miss you daddy….

After the service the family gathers outside at the headstone after greeting friends and thanking them for coming. Outside the crowd of vultures hadn’t diminished. The family gathered around to say their final goodbyes.

They head back to Spirits house. It’d been a while since M had been to her childhood home. She’d seen her family often but normally they traveled to her considering she had the most space and the hardest travel with the kids. It felt like a bittersweet moment to be back. Once inside Kason starts to get the kids ready for bed with Spirits help. As they rally the kids Spirit notices M head for her bedroom. She watches her open the door painfully slow and then she steps in and closes the door behind her.

Inside M stops and takes a moment to gather herself. Stunned by how comfort she felt being in her father’s space. She could recall sneaking into bed with her parents at night. The familiar picture of her father sits on the nightstand on her mother’s side of the bed. She stares back at her father’s kind eyes. She never takes her eyes off the photo as she moves around to her father’s side of the bed (the same for years). She lays down on his pillow and stares at his photo until she’s eventually overcome with exhaustion as drifts off to sleep

*The planet Mercury IRL does not have a moon. Mercury has no moons. The planet's close proximity to the Sun makes having moons impossible, as the star's strong gravitational pull would likely pull them out of the planet's orbit.

#sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 story #sims 4 #sims 4 legacy #sims 4 screenshots #sims 4 romance #gen 1 #itmeansiris #sims 4 lovestruck #Solar system legacy challenge #solar system legacy #Mercury Gratz #mercury generation

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leo-sharks-struggles · 7 months ago

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Writeblr Intro

Hello! I'm Leo! This is my re-introduction for this profile. I've returned to writeblr after a good long while and I have a long list of WIPs. All my WIPs are very old and currently undergoing a revamp so a lot of them no longer have much written for them unfortunately. Mostly because almost all of them were started over a decade ago and I'm no longer in my late teens/ early twenties anymore. I've changed and so my stories/ characters have changed. I'm always open to being asked anything or being tagged in anything. Sometimes I do take time to answer but I do always try to answer in some way.

My pronouns are she/her and I am currently 29 years old. I mostly write various forms of fantasy. But I also do scifi and won't turn my nose up at trying a bunch of others. I also draw or doodle when I feel like it.

Some of my current main WIPs:

Anomalous

Vladmire had founded Haven's Nook under the idea of creating a place for other Supernatural folks to build a community. A home of their own, even. It was a place to raise their own families without fear of being chased or lynched.

And, centuries later, that's exactly what it has become. Between the local werewolf pack and witch coven, there is no safer place for the supernatural. There was little capable of threatening their peace.

That is until Vlad's family finally finds him. His parents and siblings have decided to visit Haven's Nook. Their excuse? His long term lover, Aerin, has finally proposed.

Now Vlad must ensure his family does not destroy his home and life's work while planning his own nuptials.

Main Characters:

Vladmire Skoll (Vampire; Founder of Haven's Nook)

Prince Aerin (Fae Prince)

Side Characters:

Arthur and Damien McClellan (The Vampire twins)

Craig Ethan (Alpha Werewolf)

Aaron Stevens (Craig's 2nd in Command)

Tabitha and Sean Schmidt (Werewolf Couple)

Russell Kwiatkowski (Tabitha's Human Nephew)

Meredith Lusk (Spiritual Leader; Coven Leader)

Telly Migdal and Charmaigne Bolvick (Witch Cousins)

Details:

Stand Alone Novel

Urban Fantasy; Romance; LGBT+

Currently being Written

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Prison! In Space!

Peyton made a mistake. And now her sister is also paying for it.

Shenanigans in space prison.

Main Characters

Peyton- MC, Human

Casey- Little Sister, Human

Ell- LI, Alien

Details

Standalone collections of silly stories

WARNING: This story will not be serious!

Scifi, Comedy, Romance

Started scribbling

#writeblr intro #writeblr #writing community #my wips #writers on tumblr #personal

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dusktildcwn · 3 months ago

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Welcome to Coolsville, the best little small town in Ohio. …except for right now, but that’s not really JANE 'DUSK' MORGAN'S (SOPHIE THATCHER) fault, is it? Known as the ENIGMA around town, SHE is just your friendly neighborhood BARTENDER. Sure they can be SHORT TEMPERED and REBELLIOUS, but they can also be PROTECTIVE and CREATIVE just like any other TWENTY FOUR year old. That doesn’t mean they have anything to do with our string of recent chilling events, though… right? [pinterest. playlist.]

BASICS

Name: Jane Morgan

Nickname(s): Dusk

Faceclaim: Sophie Thatcher

Birth Date: January 28th, 2001

Zodiac: Aquarius

Age: 24 years old

Gender, Pronouns: Cis Female, she/her

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual, Demiromantic

Relationship Status: Single

Occupation: Bartender at The Cougar Pub and part time clerk at a record store in a neighboring town.

Residence: Coolsville, Ohio

Reference Characters: Peyton Sawyer (One Tree Hill), Jessica Jones (Marvel's Jessica Jones), Janis Ian (Mean Girls), Patrick Verona (10 Things I Hate About You), Wynonna Earp (Wynonna Earp), Maeve Wiley (Sex Education)

HISTORY {TW: Mentions of Abuse, PTSD, and Alcoholism}

jane morgan, named after her paternal grandmother, was the eldest daughter to daniel and amber morgan. she had only known stability for the first six years of her life, until her father was honorably discharged from active duty and returned back to the states to work as a contractor. due to her father's position in the US army, jane spent the majority of her life as the new girl. they never stayed in one location for long, often moving every other year or so, whenever her father's contract was up.

by the time she entered her fifth school in five years, jane realized there was no use in getting close to anyone that wasn't your family. it was pointless. after all, she was just going to leave again, and any friends she made would soon forget her. but it wouldn't hurt any less. when she moved to a new state in the middle of sixth grade, she told them all she was from another country. seventh grade, she told them she was actually madonna's long lost daughter. eight? she was a witch. and so on and so forth. the lies were easy, and fun, and kept anyone from truly knowing her. high school was when she stopped going by jane, and started going by dusk. how would they ever know you if they didn't even know your name?

the only person dusk was truly close to, was her younger sister abigail, or abby as she called her. dusk suspects abby was an attempt to save a decaying marriage, and unfortunately for them all, it didn't work. when your father was suffering from an alcohol addiction that was due to severe ptsd, there wasn't much you could do. maybe therapy, if her father believed in it. which he didn't. so when the alcohol made him mean, dusk became the protector that abby needed. the protector her mother couldn't be.

music was the only outlet for dusk. a place to escape, and a way to say what was attempting to claw it's way out of her chest. the drums came naturally, one music teacher called her gifted, but really dusk could just feel the music.

it was the only passion she had. school was uninteresting. high school specifically. full of people who didn't bother to try to get to know dusk once she started wearing all black, or made a comment about their pointless and frivolous interests. she graduated high school with honors, only because she was good at it. she went to community college and got her associates degree in arts, but really... she couldn't find something that interested her long term. aside from the idea of making music full time. it didn't seem possible, so she stowed it away for later.

perhaps it was getting her degree and doing something with her life that inspired her mother to do something about the shit life they were living, but one night she came into dusk's room and told her to pack a bag with whatever she couldn't leave behind. suddenly the morgan woman where packing up five bags into the car in the middle of the night and escaping the man dusk once called her father.

coolsville was where they ended. a town no one had heard of, certainly not her father. dusk knows she should probably figure out what to do with her life, but always the protector, can't seem to part with her mother or her sister. so she works two jobs, a bartender at night and during the day at a music store a few towns over, and gives whatever she can to her mother. she doesn't really have friends in coolsville. after years of pushing people away, how the fuck do you start to let them in? she did however, find a band in need of a drummer. so perhaps she can practice making friends on her bandmates.

TLDR: because of her father's job in the army, she moved around frequently and never really allowed herself to set roots anywhere, or get close to anyone. her sister being the only one she's deeply close to. as a result of his ptsd, dusk's father became an abusive alcoholic, often taking his frustrations out on his family. dusk, her mother and sister ran away in the middle of the night and settled in coolsville. dusk still lives with her mom to help with the bills and works two jobs in the process. her little sister was friends with the missing girl and dusk was one of the last people to see her alive. her guilt is what is driving her to solve the mystery and help the scooby gang.

CHARACTER TRAITS

positive: protective, creative negative: short tempered, rebellious

HEADCANONS

dusk was one of the last people to see charlotte alive. she was driving to work one night and passed by charlotte alone on the road. instead of stopping to see if she needed something, dusk kept going. turns out the girl was announced as missing shortly thereafter. she's been keeping that guilt deep inside of her for days and it's the main reason she's joined the scooby gang

dusk was taught by her father how to shoot a gun from a very young age. she's a great shot, even if she doesn't like the feeling of holding such a deadly weapon in her hands. but because of her impeccable aim, she's been holding the top spot at space invaders in every arcade of every town she's lived in.

dusk isn't sure what she wants out of life, or who she wants to be. she says it's because she doesn't care, but the truth is, she's been lying about who she is for so long, she's not even sure she know's herself anymore. music is the only constant, but she's so grounded in reality that she knows tryign to make any money out of that is unrealistic. and with her mom constantly struggling to help make ends meet, dusk needs to do whatever she can to keep a steady paycheck.

dusk has never had a real relationship. plenty of hook ups and casual flings that last a week or two. but due to how often she moved around when she was younger, and her inability to let people get close to her, she refused to make that sort of deep connection with someone.

CONNECTIONS

the missing girl. charlotte blackwood. {+/-}. dusk didn't know charlotte much outside of being her sister's friend. and honestly, she wasn't sure how the two even became friends. they were from different worlds. dusk was one of the last people to see charlotte alive. she was on her way to work and passed by the girl. recognized her easily, but didn't think much of her being alone. now she wished she would have stopped, offered her a ride... something. maybe she would still be here.

the little sister. abigail morgan. {+}. not to be dramatic, but abigail is dusk's whole world. she had always been reserved and distant to the other kids around her growing up, fearful of getting to close when she eventually left. but she never had to worry about that with abby, and she put every ounce of love she had into her little sister. in fact, abby is the only reason dusk is still sticking around town.

the beauty. beatrice bracknell. {+/-}. dusk and bea don't really know much about each other, except that they go to the same church. when dusk's mom moved to coolsville, she found god in the church that bea's father is the pastor of. so the two often cross paths in the girls bathroom when they need a break during the weekly sermon. recently, dusk has started offering bea a cigarette behind the building, but that's the extend of any relationship between the town.

the brains. darcy warren. {+}. there's something about darcy and drew dusk to her. she was smart and seemed to have her life together, but she clearly needed a bit of help when it came to standing up for herself. dusk, never one to stand by and let someone get ran over, has no problem sticking up for darcy until she learns to do it for herself.

the catalyst. nathaniel blackwood. {+/-}. they met at the bar dusk works at. she's served him a few drinks and one slow night they got to talking. talking led to flirting which eventually led to a handful of hook ups in his car once her shift ended. thing is, she doesn't even know his name. it was just supposed to be quick and fun. turns out he's the older brother of charlotte, and dusk can barely build the courage to look him in the eyes.

the heir. victoria wright. {+/-}. dusk met victoria through the band they were both apart of. normally, dusk wouldn't expect to get along with a woman like tori. they were in two different tax brackets for one, but dusk couldn't see herself relating to the child of the major. but surprisingly, they found a way to coexist. they've yet to hang out one on one, unless tori is at the bar dusk work's at. but is it really hanging out if tori is there for a date and dusk is getting her paycheck?

the insider. tobias avery. {}.

the leader. scott bishop. {+/-}. scott is exactly the kind of guy that dusk hated in school. mr. perfect. has the world wrapped around his finger and just has to shoot someone a perfect smile and they'll do whatever he says. of course, there's more to him, but she hasn't taken the time to move past her own judgement in order to see who he really is. instead, she's keeps to her assumptions, not giving scott the time of day to break them.

the loner. rosette espinoza. {+}. rosie is probably the first best friend dusk has ever had. the two met when rosie's band advertised their need for a drummer and dusk immediately called to audition. they got along quickly, and for the first time in her life, dusk didn't try to pull back when she began to like someone. if dusk isn't home or working, she's probably with rosie.

the peacekeeper. eddie mariano. {}.

the scout. tba. {}.

#{you're on your own kid. you always have been || 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨}

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positivexcellence · 9 months ago

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‘One Tree Hill’ Sequel Series Led By Sophia Bush & Hilarie Burton In Works At Netflix

The long-rumored One Tree Hill sequel series is closer to becoming a reality at Netflix.

Original stars Sophia Bush and Hilarie Burton are set to executive produce and reprise their roles of Brooke Davis and Peyton Sawyer, respectively, in the sequel series from writer/executive producer Becky Hartman Edwards and Warner Bros. TV, which is currently in development at the streamer, sources reveal to Deadline. Jensen Ackles and Danneel Ackles also executive produce through their Chaos Machine banner with the latter in talks to return as Rachel Scott. Emily Moss Wilson is a producer.

Created by Mark Schwahn, One Tree Hill premiered in 2003 and ran for 9 seasons on The WB network and its successor the CW. The sequel is said to take place 20 years later following best friends Brooke and Peyton who are now parents to teens and facing challenges not unfamiliar to what they tackled in the original series like love, insecurities and grief, we understand.

The coming-of-age drama also starred Chad Michael Murray, James Lafferty, Bethany Joy Galeotti, Austin Nichols, Antwon Tanner and Paul Johansson, among others. Deadline hears there have been conversations with other members of the ensemble cast, however, Bush and Burton are the only ones set thus far. Murray, who played Lucas Scott across 6 seasons and returned as a guest star in Season 9, has no plans to return for the follow-up, we understand.

Deadline has been tracking the project for a while, and it went public this morning in Production Weekly as it has been going through deal-making and development. Reps for Netflix and WBTV declined to comment on this story.

Netflix previously revived another signature WBTV series that ran on the WB and CW, Gilmore Girls, where Murray was a breakout before landing a lead on One Tree Hill.

Set in a fictional North Carolina town, One Tree Hill begins as a story about two half-brothers, Lucas (Murray) and Nathan (Lafferty), with a strained relationship forced to navigate high school together whose social circles eventually intersect. As the show progressed, the story opened to follow all of the friendships, romance, heartbreak and familial tensions in Tree Hill, through the lens of the teens. Brooke Davis, Peyton Sawyer and Haley James Scott (Galeotti) often anchored the storyline.

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#one tree hill #sophia bush #hilarie burton #chaos machine productions #jensen ackles #danneel ackles #hilarie burton morgan #oth

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thinkingaboutbetterdays · 11 months ago

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the long game. ( mac taylor x reader )

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The name left his lips as if he had said it a million times. He had, but not with the sentiment preceding it. The first time it happened, Peyton had brushed it off, joking that she was not his 'work wife'. Mac had spent the rest of the night and several days thereafter restless, mulling over the meaning behind his slip-up.

The second time it happened, Peyton was walking away after Mac let go of her hand when you and Stella were entering the morgue, and he could see the hurt in her eyes as she revealed her findings. The worst part? You were unaware of the turmoil within the couple and flashed Peyton a smile as you praised her for her work.

Stella, however, wasn't so oblivious and glanced at Mac over her shoulder as she left with you.

"Peyton..."

"I have a lot of work to do here." She said in dismissal.

"I'm sorry." Mac walked out of the morgue and saw you walking with Stella, typing on your cell phone. Seeing how preoccupied you were, Stella moved you out of the way before you could walk into a door that was opening.

"You really need to take a technical class or something." Stella shook her head with a smile.

"Why would you put someone through such horrendous torture?"

"It won't be that bad."

"Not me. The teacher." You nudged her gently, both laughing as you stepped into the elevator.

The third and last time it happened, the case was over, and he went down to the morgue to speak to Peyton. When she explained how hurt she felt, he reached for her and closed his eyes when your name left his lips.

"I'm sorry." Mac walked out of the morgue and headed back to the lab. Stella was leaving her office for the night when they crossed paths.

"Hey, any plans for tonight? That new diner opened a few blocks from here. You could take Peyton for dinner. Or breakfast." She corrected after checking her watch.

"Actually...we broke up."

Her eyes widened, "What? When? Why?"

Mac kept his voice low as he explained the multiple slip-ups where he called her by your name, and Stella listened, nodding with a frown.

"How long have you felt this way about her?"

Mac lightly shrugged his shoulders, a sigh leaving his lips.

"You should tell her."

"What if she doesn't feel the same way? I am the boss. And I don't want to make it awkward and disrupt the team." Mac replied.

"You'll never know if you don't ask." She reasoned, placing a hand on his arm before heading to the elevator.

Mac sighed as she left, walking away to his office. He packed his briefcase, and twenty minutes later, he was leaving the lab when he saw you looking around your office, tidying up your desk in the hopes of finding something.

Mac observed for a moment before deciding he had nothing to lose. He knocked on your door, lingering in the doorway as you met his gaze. A smile formed on your lips that almost made him forget why he was here.

"Hey, Mac! Heading out?"

He cleared his throat, nodding. "Uh, yeah. Did you lose something?"

"My glasses." You paused when his lips twitched in amusement. "What?"

Mac pointed to his head, and you reached up, finding your glasses on top of your head. You closed your eyes, blushing in embarrassment as you placed your glasses in your handbag.

"Do you want to grab breakfast?" He asked. "There's a new diner open on fifth."

You nodded, "I'd love to." A smile formed on your lips as you picked up your briefcase and placed your handbag over your shoulder, following him to the elevator.

In the early hours of the morning, you went to the diner on fifth, and Mac brought up the case over breakfast in an attempt to return to common ground, both relieved it was over. He didn't want to ask too many questions about your personal life. But you broke down the wall between boss and subordinate with ease, flashing him a smile and asking, "So what does the great Mac Taylor do when he isn't solving cases?"

Mac quickly grew comfortable, relaxing so much he even undid the buttons of his blazer - as most relaxed you'd ever seen him. A sight you decided you would like to see more often as he held the door open for you on the way home, a smile on his lips.

It became a regular occurrence after cases. You and Mac would celebrate with breakfast or dinner depending on when you left the lab after finishing paperwork, sometimes ordering takeout while working side by side as you worked to complete the reports. You always respected his rank out in the field, but in the lab when you were alone, you both let down your guard.

Weeks had gone by but Mac was still uncertain about entering a relationship with you, his only concern being the team if things didn't work out. Yet he couldn't imagine why, because you were a brilliantly beautiful CSI and he had fallen in love with you without even realizing it. So he decided to play the long game, taking the time to let the lines blur on their own, learning more about you, and spending more time with you outside of working hours in the hopes that it would lead to a long successful relationship.

After a shootout downtown, you took three shots to the vest and Mac forgot all of his hesitations as he walked by where you were being checked over by a paramedic, checking you over for injuries as he headed towards a detective.

"What in God's name were you thinking?"

You looked at him in surprise, as did many others who turned towards the scene as Mac confronted the detective for putting two of his CSIs in harm's way.

You knew Mac was protective of his team, but the look in his eyes told you it was more than that. After sending you and Danny to the lab, he stayed with the others to sweep the scene for evidence.

Mac didn't return until several hours later and you looked at the door when he knocked. "Are you okay?"

You nodded, "The vest took all of it. Some bruising, but hey, I did get shot." You shrugged off, attempting to lighten the mood with a smile.

Mac sighed as he entered your office, closing the door, and you saw how weary he looked.

"Are you okay?"

"You got shot, and you're worried about me?"

"I always worry about you." You placed your pen down and took off your glasses as you turned your chair to give him your full attention.

His gaze fell to the floor as he swallowed his nerves and met your gaze when he summoned the strength to admit, "I always worry about you."

You walked towards him and placed your hands on his biceps, "I'm fine. I can't deny I'm a little more motivated than usual." You squeezed his arms gently, "But I'm fine. Promise."

Mac nodded slowly, covering your left hand with his right hand. "When I got the call, all I could think was - I don't think I could survive it. Losing you."

Your eyes became teary from his confession and you kissed his cheek, wrapping your arms around him.

"I'm not going anywhere." You whispered.

Mac held you closer as you rested your head on his shoulder. When you pulled away moments later he noticed your gaze flicker to his lips briefly before quickly meeting his gaze. It was all Mac needed as he placed a hand on your cheek and kissed you tenderly.

Your eyelashes fluttered as you closed your eyes, leaning into him as you cupped his neck. You pulled away and his hands held your waist as you both took a moment to catch your breath.

"I have a confession to make." You whispered.

Mac held his breath until you continued.

"I've wanted to do that for a while."

He exhaled, a smile forming on his lips as he said, "Yeah? Me too."

You left the lab earlier that night, deciding to take the paperwork to Mac's apartment, picking up takeout on the way. And as he looked at your head resting on his shoulder as you both read the files on your laps, your suit pants and blouse were forgotten on the bedroom floor, wearing one of his shirts while he wore striped pajama pants and plain white t-shirt, Mac did not know how he survived playing the long game, but being here, living this moment with you, it was all worth it.

#mac taylor #mac taylor x reader #csi new york

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gatutor · 6 months ago

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Luciana Paluzzi-Brett Halsey "Regreso a Peyton Place" (Return to Peyton Place) 1961, de José Ferrer.

#Luciana Paluzzi #Brett Halsey #José Ferrer

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kwebtv · 9 months ago

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TV Guide - September 19 - 25, 1964

Fall Preview: 1964 - 1965 Shows

ABC

12 O'Clock High (September 18, 1964 – January 13, 1967)

ABC Scope (November 11, 1964 – March 2, 1968)

The Addams Family (September 18, 1964 – April 8, 1966)

Bewitched (September 17, 1964 – March 25, 1972)

The Bing Crosby Show (September 14, 1964 – April 19, 1965)

Broadside (September 20, 1964 – May 2, 1965)

F.D.R. (January 8, 1965 - July 23, 1965)

Jonny Quest (September 18, 1964 – March 11, 1965)

The King Family Show (January 23, 1965 – September 10, 1969)

Mickey (September 16, 1964 – January 13, 1965)

No Time for Sergeants (September 14, 1964 – May 3, 1965)

Peyton Place (September 15, 1964 – June 2, 1969)

Shindig! (September 16, 1964 – January 8, 1966)

The Tycoon (September 15, 1964 – April 27, 1965)

Valentine's Day (September 18, 1964 – May 7, 1965)

Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea (September 14, 1964 – March 31, 1968)

Wendy and Me (September 14, 1964 – May 24, 1965)

CBS

The Baileys of Balboa (September 24, 1964 – April 1, 1965)

The Cara Williams Show (September 23, 1964 – April 21, 1965)

The Celebrity Game (April 6, 1964 - September 13, 1964 / April 8, 1965 - September 9, 1965)

The Entertainers (September 25, 1964 –March 27, 1965)

Fanfare (June 19, 1965 - September 11, 1965)

For the People (January 31 – May 9, 1965)

Gilligan's Island (September 26, 1964 – April 17, 1967)

Gomer Pyle, U.S.M.C. (September 25, 1964 – May 2, 1969)

Many Happy Returns (September 21, 1964 – April 12, 1965)

Mr. Broadway (September 26 – December 26, 1964)

The Munsters (September 24, 1964 – May 12, 1966)

My Living Doll (September 27, 1964 – March 17, 1965)

On Broadway Tonight (July 8, 1964 - March 12, 1965)

Our Private World (May 5 – September 10, 1965)

The Reporter (September 25 – December 18, 1964)

World War One (September 22, 1964 - April 18, 1965)

NBC

90 Bristol Court (October 5, 1964 - January 4, 1965)

Branded (January 24, 1965 – September 4, 1966)

Cloak of Mystery (May 11 - August 8, 1965)

Daniel Boone (September 24, 1964 – May 7, 1970)

The Famous Adventures of Mr. Magoo (September 19, 1964 – April 24, 1965)

Flipper (September 19, 1964 – April 15, 1967)

Harris Against the World (October 5, 1964 - January 4, 1965)

Hullabaloo (January 12, 1965 – August 29, 1966)

International Showtime (September 15, 1961 - September 10, 1965)

Karen (October 5, 1964 – April 19, 1965)

Kentucky Jones (September 19, 1964 – April 10, 1965)

The Man from U.N.C.L.E. (September 22, 1964 – January 15, 1968)

Moment of Fear (May 19 - September 15, 1964 / 25 May 25 - August 10, 1965)

NBC Wednesday Night at the Movies (September 16, 1964 - September 8, 1965)

Profiles in Courage (November 8, 1964 – May 9, 1965)

The Rogues (September 13, 1964 – April 18, 1965)

Tom, Dick and Mary (October 5, 1964 - January 4, 1965)

#TV Guide #TV #Fall Preview 1964-1965

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haggishlyhagging · 5 months ago

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When I was growing up, most of the families that served as my models were not "happy." Many of them were minature Peyton Places with trauma and tragedy permanent residents. Neither I nor they ever considered the possibility that some of their pressures may have emanated from the family institution itself. Again, my religious teachings affected my perceptions. Unhappiness was the human condition. Man was not meant to be content on this earth, only expected to persevere through trials so he could die and begin his real life. As doubts about certain of my religious trainings mounted, I became less willing to defer my happiness. I wanted control over my own destiny—to exercise free will, by making my own decisions and accepting the responsibility for my choices. But not until recently have I questioned the style of family life itself. Before I was content with the myopic determination that my family, though existing in similar form to everyone else's, would be different—not for me the mistakes of my models. Now I am open to the possibility that for me, at this time, the nuclear family may be exacting too high a price for too little return.

I am not capable of filling every physical, emotional, and intellectual need of even one developing human being, let alone five. Once I thought I was and lived as some superhuman dynamo trying to do so, berating myself with guilt and frustration when I failed. I am fairly relaxed—other mothers speak of my "calmness" and "serenity"—yet I scream at my children inside closed doors, only pride preventing a public display. I overdose them with television. I confuse them with the contradictions in myself—loving and tolerant one day, am impatient and demanding the next, depending upon my frustrations and physical feelings of the moment.

I oppress my kids so I can survive. No one else sees their scars but I know them well. There isn't a five year old in the world that I can't best with sarcasm. I have done vicious things deliberately because we are all trapped by our way of living. So much for my serenity. And I am stable. The kid with neurotic parents has had it. In our culture, it's a one chance shot for children. You are what your parents can allow you to be.

Almost everyone harbors resentments and hurts from their own parents. Most everyone sometimes resents and hurts their own children and carries great guilt and worry from doing so. The isolated nuclear family can put such intolerable burdens on individuals that it is almost impossible to escape this.

We have evolved such a confining, confined unit that we must adjust to it, not it to us. The time that we should be using to fill the needs of the family members is too often consumed by the pressures of merely maintaining the institution.

-Gabrielle Burton, I’m Running Away From Home But I’m Not Allowed to Cross the Street: A Primer on Women’s Liberation

#Gabrielle Burton #nuclear family #amerika #motherhood #child oppression #dysfunctional family

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jedivoodoochile · 28 days ago

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Lana Wood (born Svetlana Lisa Gurdin; March 1, 1946) is an American actress and producer. She made her film debut in The Searchers as a child actress and later achieved notability for playing Sandy Webber on the TV series Peyton Place and Plenty O'Toole in the James Bond film Diamonds Are Forever. Her sister was Natalie Wood.

In her early career, Wood usually played in films in which Natalie appeared. Starting in the 1960s, her own career took off. After appearing on the short-lived drama series The Long, Hot Summer, she landed the role of Sandy Webber on the soap series Peyton Place. She played the role from 1966 to 1967. She turned down the Karen Blackrole in Easy Rider (1969), a decision she now cites as the worst mistake she has made in her career. She was cast as a Bond girl, Plenty O'Toole, in the James Bond film Diamonds Are Forever (1971). In 1970, Wood was approached by Hugh Hefner and she agreed to pose for Playboy. The Playboy pictures appeared in the April 1971 issue, along with Wood's poetry.

Wood has more than 20 other films and over 300 television series to her credit, including The Fugitive, Bonanza, Mission: Impossible, Wild, Wild West, Police Story, Starsky & Hutch, Nero Wolfe, Fantasy Island, and Capitol. After appearing in the horror film Satan's Mistress (1982), she retired from acting, concentrating on her career as a producer, but since 2008 she has returned to acting in a number of low-budget films. Wood is a character in the Steve Alten book Meg: Hell's Aquarium(2009).

She wrote a memoir, Natalie, A Memoir by Her Sister (1984), and another, Little Sister (2021), in which she claimed veteran actor Kirk Douglas sexually assaulted her sister Natalie when she was just 16.

Wood has been married six times:

1. Jack Wrather Jr. – (1962–1963; annulled when she was 16 years old)

2. Karl Brent – (1964–1965; divorced)

3. Stephen Oliver – (1966–1966; annulled)

4. Dr. Stanley William Vogel (1968–1968; divorced)

5. Richard Smedley – (1972–1976; divorce

#Lana Wood

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Parker was still trying to process everything that had happened over the last couple of days. His heat had mostly passed, but now he was stuck with nothing to do—especially since he was basically locked in the bedroom. At some point during his heat, his brothers had moved him to the house he’d inherited from his grandparents. Well—technically just his grandmother. She’d left it to him specifically, calling it a “safe haven” in case his secret ever got out and the family turned on him, or when it came time for him to leave home for good. That decision had stirred up plenty of drama. It looked like favoritism, even though Parker hadn’t asked for any of it. It wasn’t like he had a say in the matter.

He wasn’t even sure how his brothers had managed to find the place or get inside. But somehow, they had. They brought him here and made it clear he wasn’t going anywhere. His parents had probably returned by now, which probably explained why his brothers were taking shifts to make sure he didn’t escape. They weren’t cruel about it. He still got food, and they let him wander around the house—just always with someone watching. But not allowed outside as it meant he could try making a run for it.

They’d cut him off from his suppressants, which meant Parker was in full omega mode—and his scent made that painfully obvious. The air felt thick with it. Awkward. Silent. Unspoken tension clung to everything, and no one really knew what to say. No conversation happened as they sat there quietly. Parker couldn’t help but wonder if maybe—just maybe—this was kind of his fault. He had said some things. Threatened to run away with Adam, to get married and have his pups. He hadn’t actually meant it; the words had come out in a rush of frustration and leftover heat haze. Angry, impulsive, and not even close to true. Still, the damage was done.

He heard the door unlock and braced himself, already deciding to pretend whoever walked in didn’t exist. He’d just take whatever food they brought, eat in silence, and wait for them to leave like they always did. Except… he’d already eaten not that long ago. It wasn’t time for another meal. His stomach tensed. So why were they coming in now? Relief hit him when he saw it was Phoenix. Out of all his brothers, Phoenix was the easiest to deal with. He definitely didn’t have the energy for Peyton or Preston. Still, Parker watched him suspiciously as Phoenix sat down on the edge of the bed. “What do you want?” Parker asked flatly, not bothering to hide the edge in his voice. // @rencissancealpha

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itmeansiris · 9 months ago

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The Solar System Legacy Challenge: Death halts for no smile Gen 1 pt.48

With the stress of Kason's business trip and the incident with Paris seemly behind them the time flies. Winter and Peyton return the kids Friday, having kept them a couple extra days to give Kason and Mercury some additional privacy. They spend the weekend enjoying their children.

Sunday evening as M lazed around on the couch enjoying a yogurt, she got a call from her teen cousin Micah.

M: Hey Micah, what's up?

Micah: Mercury...did Aunt Spirit call yet?

M: No, mom hasn't called me today. Why?

Micah: It's Uncle Jorden...he's dead.

M: ....wha

Micah tries to explain something on the other end but his voice sounds so far away. Mercury doesn't hear him, she doesn't hear anything besides the sound of her own heart pounding rapidly between her ears. Micah's voice fades back in as M hears her phone make a noise signaling she had another call. She checks the screen. It's her mom. She answers, cutting off whatever Micah was saying. When she answers, the line is silent for a moment too long.

M:...m..mom

Spirit: Little planet.

Spirit voice is calm and strong, just like M knew her mother would be. Spirit had always been comfortable and at ease with death. She remembered something her mother said to her and Beckett when they were young and their pet hamster died. Mercury whispers it to her mother, slow and deliberate. The unspoken question waiting to be answered.

M: No one is actually dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away.

Spirit responds back with conviction.

Spirit: And your father is no different.

The world shattered around her. Her father, her best friend, the man who gave her away and promised her a moon, was really gone. When the silence stretches for an uncomfortable period of time, Spirit tells M to come over, but she declines.

Spirit: When the grief is too much, come home Mercury.

Her mothers voice firm but filled with love and concern. Mercury realized she'd gotten away for the moment but knew she'd have to go home eventually. Too soon, if her opinion counted.

M: I will mom...I'm sorry. We'll see you in a couple of days...I love you.

Spirit: You have nothing to be sorry for. We love you Little Planet.

But M wasn't sure who "We" consisted of anymore. Her father was gone. It seemed selfish not to see her mother right away but she knew her mother didn't need her. She accepted death as a normal part of any lifespan, something she had tried to teach M and Beckett while gardening when they were young.

Her mother had loved her father in a way that shaped M's whole idea of relationships. Spirit cared for him, had been his perfect equal and she had balanced his weird like no one else could have. For all the awkward, rambunctious and clumsy Jorden had been Spirit was confident, wise and organized. He was a loving husband and a doting father. Jorden had kissed M and Becketts scrapes, read bedtime stories and taught them to ride bikes. He filled their weekends with treehouse building, woodwork project and terrible dad jokes. He'd burned plenty of French Toast every Sunday morning, then Spirit would take everyone out for Breakfast while Jorden told the story of "Burnt French Toast and Becketts birth" for the hundredth time.

The memories continued to flood her mind. She'd just seen her parents during Kason's work trip and they had planned to come back in just two weeks for the triplets and Zohreh's almost back to back birthdays. Birthday's Jorden wouldn't be present for. She was spiraling, she screamed for Kason.

M: Kason!!

He was at her side moments later. He kneels before her folded frame.

Kason: M what is it?! Are you okay? What happened?

M: My...my dad...

But she couldn't complete the sentence. Kason let it click into place and jumped into Husband mode. He gathered her and held her while she cried. When she couldn't cry anymore he took her upstairs to the master bathroom and ran a bath, leaving her to get cleaned up while he fed the kids and got them ready for bed. All M could manage was getting herself clean in between random bouts of tears she couldn't stop.

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