#Ryan Kelly elbow

[loverofallthingsfandom]

GAYS IN THE CONFERENCE ROOM - THE OFFICE

The Scranton branch has officially absorbed the Stamford branch, and as a show of good faith, Michael calls everyone into the conference room to explain why [Oscar] being gay is okay.

WC: 734 words

Song Inspo: I Can See You by T. Swift

The staff were sitting in the conference room. A beige table was set up in the center with tan chairs inside it and around it by the three, beige walls. The fourth wall had a whiteboard, inches apart from the open door. The gray carpet was well-vacuumed and the white window shades were shut. Self-explanatory, the room made for an exciting meeting.

"Oscar is a good person." Michael spoke as he paced in front of the whiteboard. "You know, it should've matter if he's gaaayy or normal," Jim side-eyed the camera, "he's a human being, man. I...," Michael sighed and grabbed his hips, "I just don't understand how people could be so hateful."

"Michael," Kevin's deep voice rose from somewhere behind Karen. "We don't hate Oscar because he's gay... At least, not all of us." The large man mischievously glanced at Angela.

"Hmph." Angela crossed her arms, Bible in hand. "I don't support that lifestyle. It's impure, ungodly, unsanitary..."

"Unprotected- that's what he said!" Michael chuckled then caught himself. "No. No! I meant that as in unprotected because they are unprotected in this country. So anything you took from that is anti-gay. Case closed."

Dwight nodded along and took notes. Andy stroked his protruded chin and squinted with pretend intrigue. Stanley did his crossword puzzles in the far-left corner. Meredith's mouth hung agape and her eyes were red, clear signs of early intoxication. Pam looked uncomfortable between Karen and Jim but said nothing. Jim condescendingly smiled and did routine stares at the camera. Erin sat closest to Michael and the door, in clear view of Karen. While Michael went back-and-forth with Angela, Karen watched Erin doodle in her notepad. Fillipeli's cheek found her shoulder and her eyes found a tranquil lowness. Amongst all the speel and chaos, nothing seemed to matter then.

"-I refuse to give my American right to practice religion. Seriously. Whatever happened to freedom of speech? My first amendmant right-"

"Second." Dwight coughed.

Angela eyed him then returned to Michael. "If you can't afford me that right, I'll just have to pray for you." She smirked and patted her Bible.

Phyllis looked at her with terror and sadness, having the displeasure of sitting right next to the blonde woman.

"Can I ask," Karen turned around to her, "what type of Christian are you?"

"Excuse me?" Angela raised a brow.

"Catholic? Mormon? Jehovah witness? Baptist? Born-again?" Karen listed off the sects.

"I'm a devote Christian, old testament." She specified, enunciating the last part. She looked around the room with a finger up, as if expecting someone to oppose her.

"I grew up Catholic. Read the Bible every Christmas."

Angela smiled a bit, then cleared her throat, lifted her chin, looked at the floor, and raised a brow. "Favorite passage?"

"Easily Psalms 139:7." Karen scoffed. "Arguably the best passage, aside from Leviticus and Luke, of course."

Angela pouted a smile, almost holding back delight and disdain for not needing to correct Karen.

"Wow, Karen, I never pegged you for a Bible thumper." Kelly stated what the room was thinking.

"That's because sinful women like you wouldn't know a real holy woman from your left elbow, Kelly." Angela spat at her, making the Indian woman gasp.

"Ryan!" Kelly called for her boyfriend's aid, but he just shrugged.

"Invite Oscar back if you want. Invite the AID's epidemic right along with him. I don't care anymore." Angela shrugged. "As long as I have this," she held up her Bible, "and my undeniable faith, I'm safe."

"From gay people?" Jim replied. "You think the book wards off gay people?"

"I do." Angela said matter-of-factly.

"What'll happen if I say I'm gay and I touch it?" Kevin asked on top of his question. "I'm not." He addressed the room. "But it'd be funny if I was, right?" He laughed throatily.

"You'd burst into flames." Dwight answered.

"Not accurate." Andy counteracted.

"Oh, how do you know, Cornell?" Dwight looked him up and down.

"Can I see it?" Karen cut him off. "It's been so long since I've held one that wasn't mine."

"Sure, Karen. I trust my fellow God warriors." Angela sneered at Jim as she outreached her black little book to Karen. Granted, this was Angela, so she never let go, but Karen did stroke it's cover.

"Whoa. Leather. Very nice." Karen complimented her.

The scene cut to Karen's interview.

"I'm also a lesbian."

[theaawalker]

GAYS IN THE CONFERENCE ROOM - THE OFFICE

The Scranton branch has officially absorbed the Stamford branch, and as a show of good faith, Michael calls everyone into the conference room to explain why [Oscar] being gay is okay.

WC: 734 words

Song Inspo: I Can See You

The staff were sitting in the conference room. A beige table was set up in the center with tan chairs inside it and around it by the three, beige walls. The fourth wall had a whiteboard, inches apart from the open door. The gray carpet was well-vacuumed and the white window shades were shut. Self-explanatory, the room made for an exciting meeting.

"Oscar is a good person." Michael spoke as he paced in front of the whiteboard. "You know, it should've matter if he's gaaayy or normal," Jim side-eyed the camera, "he's a human being, man. I...," Michael sighed and grabbed his hips, "I just don't understand how people could be so hateful."

"Michael," Kevin's deep voice rose from somewhere behind Karen. "We don't hate Oscar because he's gay... At least, not all of us." The large man mischievously glanced at Angela.

"Hmph." Angela crossed her arms, Bible in hand. "I don't support that lifestyle. It's impure, ungodly, unsanitary..."

"Unprotected- that's what he said!" Michael chuckled then caught himself. "No. No! I meant that as in unprotected because they are unprotected in this country. So anything you took from that is anti-gay. Case closed."

Dwight nodded along and took notes. Andy stroked his protruded chin and squinted with pretend intrigue. Stanley did his crossword puzzles in the far-left corner. Meredith's mouth hung agape and her eyes were red, clear signs of early intoxication. Pam looked uncomfortable between Karen and Jim but said nothing. Jim condescendingly smiled and did routine stares at the camera. Erin sat closest to Michael and the door, in clear view of Karen. While Michael went back-and-forth with Angela, Karen watched Erin doodle in her notepad. Fillipeli's cheek found her shoulder and her eyes found a tranquil lowness. Amongst all the speel and chaos, nothing seemed to matter then.

"-I refuse to give my American right to practice religion. Seriously. Whatever happened to freedom of speech? My first amendmant right-"

"Second." Dwight coughed.

Angela eyed him then returned to Michael. "If you can't afford me that right, I'll just have to pray for you." She smirked and patted her Bible.

Phyllis looked at her with terror and sadness, having the displeasure of sitting right next to the blonde woman.

"Can I ask," Karen turned around to her, "what type of Christian are you?"

"Excuse me?" Angela raised a brow.

"Catholic? Mormon? Jehovah witness? Baptist? Born-again?" Karen listed off the sects.

"I'm a devote Christian, old testament." She specified, enunciating the last part. She looked around the room with a finger up, as if expecting someone to oppose her.

"I grew up Catholic. Read the Bible every Christmas."

Angela smiled a bit, then cleared her throat, lifted her chin, looked at the floor, and raised a brow. "Favorite passage?"

"Easily Psalms 139:7." Karen scoffed. "Arguably the best passage, aside from Leviticus and Luke, of course."

Angela pouted a smile, almost holding back delight and disdain for not needing to correct Karen.

"Wow, Karen, I never pegged you for a Bible thumper." Kelly stated what the room was thinking.

"That's because sinful women like you wouldn't know a real holy woman from your left elbow, Kelly." Angela spat at her, making the Indian woman gasp.

"Ryan!" Kelly called for her boyfriend's aid, but he just shrugged.

"Invite Oscar back if you want. Invite the AID's epidemic right along with him. I don't care anymore." Angela shrugged. "As long as I have this," she held up her Bible, "and my undeniable faith, I'm safe."

"From gay people?" Jim replied. "You think the book wards off gay people?"

"I do." Angela said matter-of-factly.

"What'll happen if I say I'm gay and I touch it?" Kevin asked on top of his question. "I'm not." He addressed the room. "But it'd be funny if I was, right?" He laughed throatily.

"You'd burst into flames." Dwight answered.

"Not accurate." Andy counteracted.

"Oh, how do you know, Cornell?" Dwight looked him up and down.

"Can I see it?" Karen cut him off. "It's been so long since I've held one that wasn't mine."

"Sure, Karen. I trust my fellow God warriors." Angela sneered at Jim as she outreached her black little book to Karen. Granted, this was Angela, so she never let go, but Karen did stroke it's cover.

"Whoa. Leather. Very nice." Karen complimented her.

The scene cut to Karen's interview.

"I'm also a lesbian."

[leanstooneside]

prehensile

Megan Fox's unoaked hair

Kylie Jenner's closed thigh

George Stephanopoulos's fruity fist

Busy Philipps's flabby toe

Kelsey Grammer's fallen over ankle

The Situation's leathery head

Kristen Wiig's reticent neck

Sacha Baron Cohen's cloying knee

Kenny Chesney's smokey leg

Kelly Osbourne's cloying back

Jonathan Adler's petrolly forehead

Elle Fanning's soft forearm

Samantha Ronson's oxidized foot

Jonah Hill's fallen over neck

Daniel Craig's dirty thigh

Carson Daly's full chin

Jay Leno's heavy mouth

Keri Russell's lean head

Miley Cyrus's autolytic foot

Paul McCartney's grippy breast

Kris Jenner's juicy forearm

Mischa Barton's firm forearm

Hugh Dancy's foxy leg

Paula Abdul's powerful toe

Ali Larter's extracted elbow

Chad Michael Murray's cat pee toe

Prince Harry's earthy lower leg

Prince's round cheek

Dakota Fanning's cassis tooth

Rooney Mara's elegant back

Lisa Edelstein's leggy lip

Patrick Dempsey's musty back

Pitbull's astringent mouth

Bobby Brown's sour hair

Kate Moss's minerally hip

Janet Jackson's fat forearm

Barbara Walters's flat back

Brooke Mueller's complex finger

Brittany Murphy's creamy forehead

Ryan Gosling's hard eyelash

Zlatan Ibrahimovic's cat pee belly

Kevin Connolly's food friendly bottom

Caroline Manzo's intellectually satisfying fist

Tori Spelling's spicy head

Matthew Morrison's jammy tooth

Tiger Woods's oaky buttocks

Shania Twain's dry foot

Gisele Bundchen's juicy tooth

Keyshia Cole's spicy elbow

Catherine Malandrino's cloying waist

[twins2994]

Chicago White Sox-Minnesota Twins Series Preview

7.21.23-Lance Lynn RHP (6-8) 6.06 ERA Vs. Joe Ryan RHP (8-6) 3.77 ERA

7.22.23-Dylan Cease RHP (4-3) 4.18 ERA Vs. Sonny Gray RHP (4-4) 3.16 ERA

7.23.23-Lucas Giolito RHP (6-6) 3.96 ERA Vs. Bailey Ober RHP (6-4) 2.74 ERA

The White Sox At A Glance- The White Sox are up there with the Mets and Padres for most disappointing team this season. Chicago is (3-3) since the All-Star Break and finishes out a nine-game road trip this weekend in Minneapolis. The Sox are still nine games behind the Twins for first place and appear to be sellers as the trade deadline approaches. Tim Anderson has been hot with a .375 average in the second half. Andrew Benintendi is hitting .370 since the break. Jake Burger and Luis Robert each have four homers in July. Yoan Moncada is on a rehab assignment from a back injury. Andrew Vaughn is day-to-day with a foot injury. Liam Hendriks is working his way back from an elbow injury. Mike Clevinger has a biceps injury and hasn’t pitched since mid-June. Joe Kelly also has an elbow injury. The White Sox starting staff owns a 4.61 ERA, which is twentieth in baseball. The bullpen is even worse with a 4.66 ERA, which is twenty-sixth in MLB. Kendall Graveman has locked down eight saves in Liam Hendriks’ absence with Keynan Middleton and Gregory Santos getting higher leverage roles. 

The Twins At A Glance- The Twins went (5-2) on their last West Coast swing of the year. The team won’t play a game later than 7:10 CST this year and returns home to a six-game homestand. Byron Buxton is 0-for-his-last-26 and got two days off in Seattle. He has either been pulling balls foul or swinging and missing in his at-bats. Eddie Julien has been hot with a .500 average, five homers, and seven RBI in the month of July. Jorge Polanco is in Omaha on a rehab assignment with the Saints. Jose Miranda received a plasma injection in his right shoulder and the Twins will see how his shoulder is in a week. Caleb Thielbar threw a 30-pitch bullpen session on Sunday in Oakland and is schedule to throw live batting practice on Saturday at home. Brock Stewart is further away than we hoped. The Twins pitching staff had a 4.87 ERA on the road trip and the offense made up for the pitching struggles. Since June 15th, Emilio Pagan has a 1.29 ERA with fifteen strikeouts over fourteen innings of work. He is getting higher leverage situations along with Jordan Balazovic and Oliver Ortega. 

What To Watch For- The Twins took two of three from the White Sox in the first homestand of the year then the Sox won two of three in Chicago in early-May. This is the last series at Target Field between the two teams. Lance Lynn is (2-2) with a 4.50 ERA in nine starts against the Twins. Willi Castro has two homers off Lynn. Joe Ryan has a 1.80 ERA over ten innings versus the Sox. Dylan Cease is (4-4) with a 5.03 ERA in eleven starts versus the Twins. Max Kepler has three homers off Cease in his career. Sonny Gray is (5-2) with a 4.08 ERA in eleven games against the Sox. Lucas Giolito is (8-9) with a 3.88 ERA in twenty-two career starts against the Twins. Max Kepler has three career homers off Giolito. Carlos Correa and Michael Taylor have homered twice off Giolito. Bailey Ober is (2-1) 3.38 ERA in eight starts versus Chicago. Andrew Vaughn has taken Ober deep twice in his career. The Twins have some winnable games against a mediocre Sox team this weekend. 

-Chris Kreibich-

[kenttsterling]

Indiana #Pacers go high floor/high ceiling in 1st round! #Colts get sharper! #Cubs fire-sale fills Ricketts' pockets!

Indiana #Pacers go high floor/high ceiling in 1st round! #Colts get sharper! #Cubs fire-sale fills Ricketts’ pockets!

[thegirlwhobrokeintothetardis]

I Wanted to Fix the World for You (Kelly Severide x Reader)

Word Count:  3,558

Pairing: Kelly Severide x Reader

Summary: Growing up in Chicago, you were best friends with a boy named Kelly and if you had a say, you never would have left his side. But it wasn’t, and you had to move to Europe for your father’s deployment and lost contact with Kelly. Now as an adult and newly moved back to Chicago, guess who saves you from a rouge fire in your apartment building? And how will he respond when he realizes that the one who got away is back within reach?

Warnings: Fire, panic, small angst and biG FLUFF!!!

A/N: So I’ve been wanting to write another Kelly Severide imagine after seeing how well Salvation did, but I’ve been busy with this new job at an elementary school and the upcoming wedding for my best friend which I am apart of lol. Anyway, I got the idea after being inspired by the Netflix show Sweet Magnolias and that scene between Helen and Ryan when he is going through all these moments that showed how he fell in love with Helen. It was so sweet, especially after he said, “I just wanted to fix the world for you”, so here we are lol.

A long time ago...

“Kelly!!”

The boy down the near the double swing set at Pulaski Park turned after hearing his name, his ruffled hair catching in the eyeline of his baby blues as he tried to find the source of the shout. Then quickly, a wide smile came on his face as he saw a flurry of hair and bruised up knees running towards him; her smile was missing her front baby teeth and her wrists were covered with the jelly bracelets her older sister gave her for her 8th birthday. 

His best friend, Y/F/N Y/L/N.

When you reached Kelly, you were quick to pull up your elbow and show off your rocket ship band-aid covering it, explaining quickly how you fell riding your bike the day before but you didn’t cry...this time. After that you pulled the little Severide boy to the jungle gym where the two of you proceeded to start a game of “Monkey-Ninjas” which the two of you had made up at recess a few weeks before. Kelly was never happier than when he was with you; a girl who would play in the dirt with him, and talk about comic books, and didn’t laugh about how he wanted to be a firefighter like his dad. And he was the same to you, being the most important person to you aside from your family. Kelly was there when Michelle O’Keefe called you an ugly hog-goblin (he ended up cutting off one of her pigtails after that), and when you wanted to solve mysteries in your apartment complex’s creepy basement (he only ran away once, but you didn’t judge because you were running right by his side). 

After another hour at the park, you could hear your dad call your name, and you looked over to see your dad waving you over, yelling that it was time to go. You turned back to Kelly and gave a little pout that you two had to be separated. Kelly, hating that sad look on your face and how it twisted is stomach in a way he wouldn’t understand until he was older, gave you a hug with his arms around your neck and squeezed. You returned the hug with the same tightness, maybe even a little more knowing that you were moving in a couple of weeks and you have yet to tell your best friend. But too soon, the hug was over and you were off walking back to your dad as a cloud flew in front of the sun. Just you walking away from Kelly made his world darker.

                                                           ---

The present...

An incessant beeping woke you from your sleep, the blaring noise making your eyes squeeze like they demanded to stay shut. You groaned, how can your alarm be going off already?! It hasn’t even felt like you slept! You turned on your side and slammed your hand into your alarm clock, trying to get the horrid noise to stop. But surprisingly, the beeping kept going. 

Confused, you peaked one eye open at caught sight of your alarm clock, and the time 3:41 am glaring back at you in a bright red light. A cough escaped you as both of your eyes opened, groaning as you sat up and stretched before grabbing your alarm clock. You examined the clock, clearly the noise wasn’t coming from it, as a couple more coughs escaped your throat. That’s when your sleep-addled brain finally decided to wake up and notice that something was wrong with your room. You turned around and noticed that a thin layer of smoke had coated the room, seeping from your bedroom door which led to the rest of your new home. You quickly put your alarm clock down and stood up, walking towards your door. Before you grabbed the doorknob, a flicker of a memory came to the front of your mind.

“Remember Y/N, if you think there is a fire somewhere in your house, don’t just grab your doorknob. The fire might be on the other side. Gently touch it to see if the knob is hot. If not, then its safe to open the door. Okay, Sweetheart?”

The rough voice of your childhood friend’s dad wisped away like the smoke floating around you, and you laid your hand gently around the knob, and when your hand was met with just a cool touch, you opened the door. The rest of your apartment was covered in smoke, but from what you could see the fire was not coming from your home. While coughing a few more times, you quickly made your way to your front door and did the same thing you did with your bedroom door, checking the temperature of the knob. It was warmer than your other door, but not hot so you went to open the door when more smoke pushed its way into your living room. Down the hall of your apartment building you could see the flickering of flames around the apartment right next to the emergency exit. And knowing that the elevator would be out of service because of the fire, you realized you were trapped.

You shut the door and backed away from it, your brain ping-pong-ing ideas through your head of ways to try and get out of this. Another memory flitted through your brain as your breath started to pick up.

“My dad says that if there is like a lot of smoke from a fire, that you got to crawl on the ground like a snake. Just get real low, you know?”

Your body immediately reacted to the memory of him, getting low and crawling like a soldier to your nearest window to push it open. Down 5 floors you could see the flashing lights of the firetrucks and ambulance, small figures in black and yellow coats rushing around trying to help. With a deep breath of Chicago air, you let out a large yell, “HELP!!!! UP HERE!!!”

With your shout, the first responders paused and then started moving faster, and a few started making their way to the ladder on top of one of the firetrucks. Once the ladder started rising to your window, a rush of cold air plus the smoke from the fire made you fall into a coughing fit, lowering yourself back into the apartment as the breaths heaved through your lungs and came out rougher and rougher with each cough. 

“Hey! Fire department, you still there?” 

You stood up slowly and came face to face with a firefighter, his face mostly masked by his full-face mask firefighters normally wore. You nodded before saying, “Yeah, sorry.”

“Is the fire coming from your apartment?” The firefighter asked.

“No, but I saw it when I realized what was going on and checked the hall. It looks like its coming from the apartment all the way at the end of the hall next to the stairs.” You explained.

The firefighter looked like he nodded and went to his talkie on his shoulder, “Casey, fire looks like its from the apartment closest to the emergency exit tail end of the west corner of the building.”

“Copy. Heading there now with Hermann and the hose.” A voice crackled through. After that, the firefighter in front of you motioned you to make your way on top of the ladder, and with every ounce of remaining courage, you followed the firefighter down the steps of the ladder until you had made it to the truck. 

Once your feet were back on solid ground, you took a deep breath of air and coughed, the taste of smoke lingering on your tongue. One of the paramedics, a woman with darker skin and her short brown hair in a ponytail came over and started ushering you to the ambulance where a mask connected to a tank of air was waiting for you. Once you were sat down on the edge of the ambulance and had the oxygen mask firmly on your face, you looked up at the firefighter that helped you out of the window.

“You okay?” he asked, also looking over you. You nodded, taking a couple deep breaths before pulling the mask away from your face a little.

“I’m okay, the cold air mixed with the smoke just messed with my lungs a little bit but I should be okay. Thank you...”

Before you could ask for his name, a voice came back up on his talkie, “Severide, we found a few more people in their apartments, could use a hand here.” The firefighter in front of you grabbed for his walkie and replied before sending you a wave and heading back towards the building. You, on the other hand, sat in shock.

“Severide...” You said, still staring at the space where the firefighter was standing before.

“Yep, that’s our Lieutenant for Squad 3.” The paramedic attending to you said, trying to get you to put your oxygen mask back on, but that just made you turn to her.

“Kelly Severide?”

The paramedic looked at you, tilted her head and nodded, looking at you like she should be worried that you knew Kelly’s first name. “Yeah...How did you know that?”

“Um...Me and Kelly grew up together. We-we were really close until my family had to move for my dad’s new posting in the military.” You explained, still in shock. “I can’t believe he actually did it.”

“Did what?”

“Became a firefighter.” You said. A smile creeped on your face at the thought of Kelly’s childhood dream career actually becoming a reality. The paramedic saw the smile on her face and smiled as well, remembering faintly Shay talking about Kelly’s childhood friend who moved away right before he met Arden, and how Shay could tell that that friend was Kelly’s first love just by how he would talk about their adventures and stories together.

After the fire was put out and a check was made, thank god that no one had gotten hurt too severely, you were about to make your way back into your building when you caught a glimpse of a fireman’s helmet with the name SEVERIDE on the back of it. As the firefighter pulled off his mask, your breath was stolen away with how much Kelly had grown. You could see features of both his parents on certain parts of his face, but really you were just struck with how handsome Kelly had gotten. Before you could stop yourself, you heard your own voice shout, “Hey, Lieutenant Severide?”

Kelly turned and saw you standing there; your hands stuffed into the sweatshirt he assumed you had been sleeping in and your feet bare because of your quick escape. Your smile was something that made him pause, it was warm and wide and familiar, but it didn’t hit him until he saw you pull out one of your hands from your sweatshirt pocket and take your pointer and middle finger and have them tap your thumb a couple of time. It was a tick that you had had since you could remember, almost like you were making your hand look like a bird.

“Y/N?” Kelly said, moving closer to where you were standing. Your smile widened more and you gave a proper wave, Kelly’s heart beating faster and faster as his brain started to catch up. You were here... You were back in the States, back in Chicago...You were back!! 

Kelly didn’t even think before he scooped you up in his arms and started spinning you around in a tight hug. You hugged back just as tight, the smell of smoke and ash and something that was plainly Kelly Severide kicked into your nose and made you more giddy than before. After a few good spins, Kelly finally put you down and got a good look at you. You had grown into your childhood beauty, that’s for sure. Sure, your hair wasn’t as crazy and you weren’t covered in Band-Aids and jelly bracelets anymore, but your smile was the same, and your laughter still made it feel like his whole body was vibrating.

“I-I can’t believe you here, in Chicago?! How long have you been living here?”

“I just moved back about a month ago. After all the travel from my dad’s job, I just wanted to settle somewhere that...that really felt like home. And Chicago was the first that came to mind.” You explained. A whisper of a thought said, you made it feel like home... But you never said those words allowed. 

Kelly was still feeling a high about seeing you again after all these years when there was a call of his name a little farther away from where you two were standing. He turned and saw Casey waving him over, and that’s when he noticed that everything was cleaned up and it was time for House 51 to head back to the station. Kelly turned back to you and smiled sadly, not wanting to leave you so soon after he had found you again, “Hey, we got to head back to the firehouse, but you should definitely stop by tomorrow.”

“Really?”

“Yeah! Are you kidding? We have so much to talk about.” Kelly said as he pushed to have you see him again. You nodded and Kelly gave you the address of the house before he was rushing off back to the truck, and just like that, he was gone.

                                                            ---

The next day, you found yourself walking up to Firehouse 51 with a covered plate of brownies in your hands. You could barely get to sleep the night before from the adrenaline still rushing through your body from the fire and from seeing Kelly again, so even though there had just been a fire in your building, you spent a few hours baking-out your anxiety to make brownies for the firehouse. 

Once you walked in, you saw the gleam of the shiny red trucks and the spotless white ambulance just sitting in the house, looking like they were waiting for their next time to help. Over by the side of one of the trucks, you saw a table with a couple of firefighters sitting at it, playing some card game as they relaxed. You walking closer caught their attention and they stood up, one of them walking over to you and stuffing his hands in his pockets.

“Hi, can we help you?” He asked. 

“Yes, hi. I’m one of the residents from the building fire last night. And I wanted to bring something by as a thanks for everything you guys did.” Holding out the plate of brownies, you smiled as you explained part of the reason as to why you were here. “I’m also looking for Kelly Severide, he told me to stop by today.”

“He did?” The firefighter asked, taking hold of the plate of sweets. “Well, he’s in the common area, so I’ll just tell him that...” He paused, waiting for you to give your name.

“Y/N.”

“That Y/N is here. And thank you for the brownies, by the way. I’m Joe Cruz.” The firefighter said, taking one of his hands and holding it out for you to shake which you did. Joe than left while you made small talk with the other firefighters, and from what you could tell, trying to interrogate you on why Kelly asked you to come by the firehouse. 

A couple of minutes later, Joe came back with Kelly in tow, Kelly catching your eye and a smile inching its way on his face. When he made it over to you, he greeted you with another hug like the night before. “Thanks for stopping by.”

“No problem. Had to see where your working anyway. I mean, with all that talk when you were a kid about being a firefighter, seeing you like this just warms my heart.”

Kelly laughed and then grasps your hand, tugging you further into the firehouse. Just the touch of his hand made your heart jump in a way it hasn’t done since you two were kids. While he introduced you to everyone in Firehouse 51, you two also caught up on everything, how your parents were doing now, how Kelly found out that he was an older brother, and how Benny was still after all these years. When the two of you finally reached Kelly’s office space, Kelly shut the door and took a seat on his bed while you sat down at his desk, swiveling in his chair and getting a good look at everything around you. 

One thing that caught your attention immediately was a old picture sitting on Kelly’s desk; it was of the two of you at the Lincoln Park Zoo when you were about 7 years old. Your smile was missing a couple of teeth as Kelly had his arm wrapped around your neck and yours around his waist. The two of you were in front of the giraffe exhibit and just as the picture was being taken, one of the bigger giraffes swooped his head in to photo bomb the picture. “Oh my god, where did you find this old thing?” You laughed as you picked up the picture.

“My ma found it a while ago cleaning some stuff in the house. Decided to keep it.” He explained. You smiled as you saw your goofy little face, but then your eyes trailed to little Kelly, whose eyes were glued to your younger self. And the smile on his face wasn’t one of goofiness or excitement like yours was; his was warm and you wanted to say almost like he was admiring younger you. When you looked up to point it out to Kelly, you paused as the look you saw in the picture was the exact same one on his face now as he looked at you. “I still can’t believe your here.”

“Y-Yeah, me neither.” You stuttered, looking back down at the photo as you put it back on his desk. 

“You remember the day you left?” He asked.

You scoffed and shook your head, images flooding your brain as one of the most painful moments of your life played out in your memories. “How could I forget? I was crying the whole time. My nose was a literal faucet.”

“I wasn’t any better.” Kelly said, also shaking his head, “I remember our parents having to separate us because we wouldn’t let go of each other.”

“You know I bawled a full 4 hours of that plane ride to Berlin? I was a mess.” You chuckled and there was a deep pause around you, like the silence had thrown a weight on both of your shoulders. “Kelly-”

“I remember when we were 6, and you found out that your grandma passed away.” Kelly interrupted, making you look back up at him, “When you came back from Jersey after the funeral, you locked yourself up in your room for days. You wouldn’t even see me, and that made me a wreck. I just remember that knowing you were in so much pain and I just wanted to fix the world for you.”

“Kelly...”

“So I got prerecorded some VHSs of Full House and Saved by the Bell and bought some boxes of microwave popcorn and marched over to your apartment. You finally opened the door to me and we spent the next 7 hours just binging on popcorn and corny jokes. Being able to see you smile again, even if it wasn’t a full-hearted smile with what you were going through, was the highlight of my week.”

“I remember.” You said, watching as Kelly grabbed your hand and pulled you to sit next to him on the bed.

“When we were that young, I didn’t really understand what I felt for you. But now, I know that I had really deep feelings for you. And I know that they never really went away, Y/N.” Kelly said as he grasped both of your hands in his. You looked down as his thumb grazed the top of your hands, then looked back up to his eyes that were so full of affection, it made your heart stumble in your chest. “And I don’t want to loose my chance now that you are back.”

“Kelly, we barely know each other anymore. Its been so long-”

“I know, I know. But that’s the beautiful thing about dating, you get to know one another. And Y/N, I think that we could make it work. And I know that it is probably a longshot that you even feel the same-”

This time it was your turn to interrupt Kelly with a small tug on his hands, “I did! I-I do anyway.” You stumbled, your face flushing. “Kelly, I would love to go out with you.”

“Really?”

“As long as our first date is to the Lincoln Park so we can remake that picture.” You said with a giggle. Kelly had a rush of excitement course through him as a wide smile grew on his face. He then leaned forward and had his forehead meet yours, his heart beating so fast he was afraid it would pop out of his chest and tell you how deeply he felt for you.

“Anything for you.”

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[chipper9906]

This One’s For You...

Pairings: Dylan Lenivy/Ryan Erzahler

Word Count: 2,571

Status: One Shot - Complete

Summary:

This was it. His moment. The ball leaves his hands, and…

You ever manage to fuck something up so bad that you couldn’t even replicate the fuck up if you tried? Well… this was one of those moments.

In his mind's eye, the ball floats gloriously through the air, curving up and then dropping down perfectly through the hoop. The net swishes as the kids erupt into cheers, and Dylan can be rest assured this his ‘cool points’ with the kids — and with Ryan — will forever be at the highest they can be.

In reality, the ball leaves his hands and beams Jacob right in the face.

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A short and dumb fic I wrote based on this tumblr post that absolutely cracked me the fuck up

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Try to picture the scene: It’s summer, middle of July, and the sun is beginning to set on what was a perfectly normal day at Hackett’s Quarry Summer Camp. There’s an impromptu basketball game going on set up by one Jacob Custos, who had dragged out the old basketball hoops from storage and set up a makeshift court for the kids to get a game in before dinner time.

Now, if you were asked to write a list of counselors most suitable for watching over said game, you’d probably put Dylan Lenivy somewhere on the bottom of that list, right?

Well, you’d be wrong.

He wouldn’t even make the list. 

Dylan and sports? Yeah, they just didn’t work together. Last time he played any sort of sports was when his dad signed him up for little league baseball so they’d have a hobby they can share. First pitch, he managed to throw the ball backward. First swing, the bat slipped out of his hands and knocked out little Jamie’s tooth who, to be fair, should not have been standing so close to the foul line. It was a baby tooth anyway, so it was fine. After that they sort of just left him on outfield. Like, as far out to field as an outfield can get. He’s talking “far enough to the point where a MAJOR league player would struggle to reach.”

He made some pretty rad daisy chains while out there though. 

So why he was currently here acting as a sort of referee to the game, he had no clue. He barely knows the rules of basketball if he’s being honest. Not that it really matters. This is a summer camp, not an NBA training camp. Fun’s all that matters, right? He’s just gotta make sure none of the kids are like, elbowing someone in the face or tripping each other over. Or traveling. He knows that, at least. 

“You look bored.”

Dylan startled at the voice from next to him, looking to see Ryan had appeared from nowhere. Dude could be sneaky when he wanted to be. One second you’re wondering where the guy is, then BAM, he’s just there. 

“Plus one for observational skills,” Dylan says, unable to stop the smile stretching across his face at Ryan’s unexpected appearance. 

“Nothing exciting happen, I take it?”

“Oh, well I wouldn’t say that,” Dylan said, returning his attention to the game. “Nick had to break up a fight between Aidan and Rickie who, apparently, both have a crush on Debbie over there. Aidan was trying to show off with a… I don’t know what it’s called, but Rickie checked the hell out of him and Aidan didn’t care much for it.”

Ryan hummed, crossing his arms across his chest as he glanced at Dylan out of the corner of his eye. “Nothing quite like kid drama.”

“Telling ya’ man, emotions are a bi-- uh, a pain at that age. You remember what it’s like being that age, right? Awful.”

“You say that like emotions don’t still kinda suck at our age,” Ryan points out. “Sometimes I’ll look at Jacob and Nick interact and see two full-grown adults, and other times it’s like we have two extra campers messing around who got hit hard by puberty.”

Dylan snorted, perhaps not paying as much attention to the game as he should be now Ryan was here. “Oh, yeah, and Molly tripped over and skinned her knee up pretty bad. Abi and Kaitlyn took her back to the lodge for Nurse Kelly to take a look over her if you were wondering where they were.”

Ryan grunted in acknowledgment, scanning across the court. Jacob was running up and down the ‘sideline’, whistle hanging loose around his neck and coming dangerously close to smacking him in the teeth with every over-excited bound he makes. Nick was… not as enthusiastic as Jacob, but was still dutifully watching over the kids just as Dylan was from the other side of the court 

“What about Emma?” Ryan asks, realizing who was missing.

“Off duty,” Dylan answered. He turns himself to face Ryan, head titled to the side as a thought pops into his head. “Speaking of… Aren’t you supposed to be off duty, too?”

“I am,” Ryan answers. 

Dylan raises an eyebrow at him, waiting for an elaboration from Ryan that doesn’t come. “So… You’re here because…?”

Ryan just shrugged, no longer able to meet Dylan’s eye. “I dunno. I was bored. You looked bored. Thought it’d be nice to come over and talk with you.”

“Oh. Cool.” A flush of red quickly spread across Dylan’s face, which he did his best to hide by turning away from Ryan to face the game. If Ryan noticed anything, he didn’t mention it. 

“I kind of half expect to hear you commentating on the game or something over the speakers,” Ryan says, gesturing with a nod of his head to one of said speakers sitting atop its pole nearby. 

“Kinda hard to do that from the radio hut. That’s, like… not here. In a place where I can’t see what’s happening.”

Dylan almost got a smirk out of Ryan. Almost. “Eh… I’m sure you can make it work.”

“That’s probably true,” Dylan conceded. “I mean… it’s basketball. Children’s basketball. Pretty sure I could say a hundred different variations of ‘X Person has ball. X person is attempting to score. X person got the ball in the net. X person has scored!’ and they’d all apply, even when I can’t see.”

“Congratulations, you just over-simplified nearly all sports.”

"I mean... It's not my fault most sports are the same and boring as hell."

"Well... I wouldn't say most sports."

"Oh, uh- no, yeah, you're right," Dylan quickly backpedaled. "I mean… I’ve heard from someone that sailing’s pretty entertaining…”

“Is that your way of telling me to stop talking about sailing?”

Oops. That backfired. “What? No! No, I’m just saying, you always look like you’re having such a good time when you’re out there on the water, I--”

“You’ve watched me sail?”

Uh oh. Backfired again. “Uh… Yeah, I…” Alright, how does he say this without coming off like a stalker? “You know, I am in charge of scheduling and all that, and after I scheduled your first lesson with the kiddos I realized I’d never actually seen you do your… thing.” Was that stalkerish? It didn’t sound too stalkerish. “I’m actually kinda surprised I got to see it at all, given how weird Mr. H has been about any of us going in the water.”

“Safety hazard, I guess,” Ryan suggested with a shrug of his shoulders. 

“I guess that’s true. It was… super impressive, actually; seeing you out there, somehow managing to keep a group of rowdy kids entertained and also make sure they’re not getting themselves hurt.”

“You mean… like you are now?” Ryan asked, gesturing to the game he was supposed to be watching. 

“Yeah, but… you’re doing it on water.”

“Okay, but--”

“Just accept the compliment, Ryan.”

Ryan huffed, giving Dylan one of those smiles that’s more in the eyes than with the mouth. “Fine. Compliment accepted.”

“Sweet. Got plenty more of those, if you’re interested.” Dylan shot Ryan a wink, and the double take Ryan gave him for it was truly glorious. “Or at least… I can think up a ton more to keep me entertained while we’re here, watching… sports.” 

Ryan shook his head at the amount of disdain in Dylan’s voice for that last word. “Thought you were coming round to the ‘not all sport is boring’ thing?”

“Oh, I am. But still, you gotta admit this isn't exactly the most riveting of spectacles. At least... Not enough to spend your precious free time watching it, anyway."

"The game? No," Ryan agrees. He shifts slightly in place, enough that his arm brushes across Dylan's, and it's a little embarrassing the way Dylan's breath catches at the feeling of Ryan's fingers lightly catching his own. "The company makes up for it, though."

Dylan's so busy staring at Ryan that he doesn't notice the ball had gone out of play. At least, he doesn't notice until he feels the ball bounce right into his leg. He regretfully has to look away from Ryan and down to the offending object, plucking it up from the ground and looking around for whichever kid he was supposed to pass it to for a throw-in.

But instead, he's greeted by one of the kids on the court cheerfully yelling "Go for it, Mr. Dylan!", enthusiastically jumping and pointing to the hoop. 

“Oh, I don’t think that’s--” Dylan tries to shoot down the idea. But of course, now that one of the kids had suggested it, all the others quickly jump on board. 

“Yeah!”

“You can do it!”

“Throw it!”

“I think you’ve gotta throw it.” Ryan not at all helpfully gives Dylan an ‘encouraging’ push towards the court. “Unless you wanna upset all your fans, that is…”

“Yeah, ‘Mr. Dylan’,” Jacob grins at him from the other end of the court. He was now leaning against the pole holding up the hoop, one arm crossed across his chest whilst the other points up at the hoop above his head. “Show us your skills!”

“Fine, fine…” Dylan grips the ball tight with both hands, stepping onto the court. He’s welcomed by the triumphant cheers of the kids, who ‘part the sea’ so to speak for him to get within shooting range. 

“Dude, it’s a real shame Mr. H took our phones from us,” Jacob says to Nick, who had appeared by his side — mostly to get a better view of what was about to unfold. “This really seems like a moment we want on video.”

“I assume you mean to record our dear friend Dylan here in his triumphant moment for us to treasure years down the line?” Nick asked.

“Oh, I was thinking more that Emma would love to upload this to her channel. I can already see the title: Watch this grown adult miss a shot made by a ten-year-old moments ago.”

“Just you watch, Jakey-boy. You’re gonna eat your words,” Dylan shot back. 

“Dy-Lan! Dy-Lan! Dy-Lan! Dy-Lan!” The kids had started a chant of his name which, while encouraging, was also all kinds of distracting. It also didn’t help to lessen the pressure when he had a bunch of expectant and excited-looking faces looking up at him. 

Dylan then makes it all the more worse for himself by looking over to Ryan, and his heart stutters in his chest for a moment at the realization that Ryan had joined in with the kid's chants, deep voice booming over the rest.

Dylan glanced up at the hoop, taking in a deep breath. Alright… How hard could this be? Just get the ball through the hoop, right? And given that he was marginally taller than the other kids who had been making these shots, then he should have no problems. Easy peasy. 

He looks over to Ryan again, taking a hand off the ball to point directly at him. 

“This one’s for you.”

It’s enough to bring out one of those rare smiles from Ryan that Dylan spends pretty much every moment he has in Ryan’s presence trying to pry out of him. Dylan shoots him another wink, then returns his focus to the task at hand. He keeps his eye solely on the hoop, tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth. This was it. His moment. The ball leaves his hands, and…

You ever manage to fuck something up so bad that you couldn’t even replicate the fuck up if you tried? Well… this was one of those moments. 

In his mind's eye, the ball floats gloriously through the air, curving up and then dropping down perfectly through the hoop. The net swishes as the kids erupt into cheers, and Dylan can be rest assured this his ‘cool points’ with the kids — and with Ryan — will forever be at the highest they can be. 

In reality, the ball leaves his hands and beams Jacob right in the face.

“OW!” Jacob’s head snaps back at the impact, a resounding sounding ‘thump’ echoing across the court. “Son of a-- bee sting.”

The kids, being kids, erupt into laughter. Poor Jacob was bent over himself, hand held to his sore nose as he tried to breathe through the pain. Nick would blame it on the contagiousness of the kid's laughter that he was laughing too, giving Jacob a few consolatory pats on his back. “Damn, you were right. That really was a moment we should have got on video.”

But Dylan wasn’t focusing on Nick’s laughter. Nor was he focusing on Jacob’s rapidly swelling nose, which he really should be. But in his defense, there was something a little more distracting going on that made it hard to focus on anything else. 

Ryan Erzhaler… was laughing. 

And this wasn’t just a quick snort. No, Ryan was absolutely losing it on the side of the court, arms wrapped around his stomach as he damn nearly choked on his laughter. Dylan could count on one hand the number of times he’s heard Ryan laugh, but he had never heard him laugh like this. Not a full-on belly laugh - that kind of one that makes it hard to breathe. It made it kind of hard for Dylan to breathe, the sound of it making something warm and fuzzy settle in his chest. 

“Sorry, dude…” Dylan sheepishly apologized to Jacob. Though, the smile on his face and in his voice didn’t give the apology much merit. “I promise that was an accident.”

“You got a friggen cannon for an arm, man,” Jacob complained-slash-complimented, straightening himself back up. He pulls his hand away from his nose but, thankfully, there’s no blood. “Oh, and — real mature, Erzhaler. You just keep laughing!”

“Sorry, sorry, it’s -- it’s not funny,” Ryan lies, finally managing to get his laughter under control. 

“Alright, alright, stop laughing you little gremlins,” Jacob grumbled to the giggling kids. “We got a game to finish!”

Dylan scurried back over to Ryan’s side, half wincing-half smiling at him as he got close. They watched as Jacob attempted to wrangle the kids back up, trying to resume the game. “So, uh… when do I get to play with the pros?”

That earned Dylan another laugh, much to his delight. “I know I’d sign you to a contract.”

“Oh yeah?” Dylan challenged. “How are you planning on paying me for my tremendous skill?”

“Hmm… I dunno. What do you want?”

‘You’ is what very nearly slips out of Dylan’s mouth, but he manages to catch himself in time. Although, what he actually says isn’t all that better. “You keep giving me some of that adorable laughter of yours, and I’ll sign right on the dotted line.”

Turns out, he didn’t need to be worried. He doesn’t get another one of those mentioned adorable laughs, but Ryan does stick his hand out to him, the smallest of smirks pulling at the corner of his lips. “Deal?”

Dylan smiles warmly back at him, reaching out a hand and clasping onto Ryan’s. He gives it a firm shake, the two of them holding onto each other's hands and each other's gaze a bit longer than you typically would. 

“Deal.”

Okay, so…

Maybe sports aren’t as boring as he thought…

[wincestisasincest]

OK SILENCER ANON BUT LIKE YES I AGREE SO MUCH ITS ENEMIES TO LOVERS NOT ENEMIES AND LOVERS— like yes sometimes it can be well written sometimes but most times it ISNT. Like I get the playful banter or light elbow shoved but there’s like a hard line and some of them don’t draw it in the right place. I am so fucking relieved that a series I love has an author I can trust to put justice to the trope

YOU SAID IT BETTER THAN I EVER COULD.

there's a name for the poorly written version of this on tvtropes.com - the masochism tango - and it's basically every sitcom married couple ever (except for maybe homer and marge) and i HATE IT GRRR

when i think of like, well-written enemies and lovers, i think of divorce era jayvik. the main difference between these is that the audience knows from the start that divorce-era jayvik (when written seriously and not silly though the silly ones are fun too) is an unhealthy relationship.

by all means write toxic relationships in your fiction, but acknowledge that it is a BAD THING for your characters.

cersei/jaime from GOT and kelly/ryan from The Office are more good examples of this done well, and it's worth noting that in ALL of these examples, the characters do not start as enemies. and if they're together by the end, it's because they've changed for the worse.

SO back to writing enemies TO lovers; if your characters start as enemies, y'know, hurting each other and shit, and then stay hurting each other and shit but this time they have sex after, then like... nothing has really changed? just as much as this trope can be toxic, it can also be very boring :/

but anyway kjrhtkjerht YES i will certainly try to not fall into those things. because enEMIES TO LOVERS IS! SO SEXY! like, how could a story where two people see the worst parts of each other and fall in love despite it all not be?

yeah i have a lot of feelings about this

[sammylopez]

Is that SAMANTHA LOPEZ? Wow, they do look a lot like CIERRA RAMIREZ. I hear SHE is a NINETEEN year old FRESHMAN who are studying UNDECIDED at Luxor University. Word is they are a ARISTOCRAT student who is AGAINST The Unhinged. You should watch out because they can be CONCEITED and SARCASTIC, but on the bright side they can also be EXCITABLE and ADVENTUROUS. Ultimately, you’ll get to see it all for yourself. [LIZ, 29, EST, SHE/HER]

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character inspiration

the bratz dolls, ruby matthews from sex education, paulina sanchez from danny phantom, candy from spring breakers, sookie stackhouse from true blood, elle woods from legally blonde, alexis rose from schitt’s creek, jennifer check from jennifer’s body, the spice girls, kelly van ryan from wild things

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name:    samantha liliana lopez

nicknames:   sam, sammy

age:    nineteen

birth date:    march 9

orientation:    heterosexual ???

height:    5′1

hometown:    guadalajara, mexico / los angeles, california

ethnicity:    mexican, colombian

nationality:    mexican ( born ) / american ( citizen )

spoken languages:    spanish ( fluent / native ), english ( fluent / native )

education:    college freshman

siblings:    mateo lopez, rafael lopez

relationship status:    single

children:    none

pets:    none

tattoos:    none

piercings:    ear lobes, stud in right nostril

vices:    weed

facts.

while her mom stayed at home, raising her three children, her dad worked. sam couldn’t say exactly what her dad did, all she really knew was that he was a businessman and whatever it was that he did made him a whole hell of a lot of money. because of their wealth, sam had a hard time making real friends after she became a teenager. see, when people realized how wealthy her family was, they all wanted to be friends with her. it was for superficial reasons, thinking they could take advantage of what her household had to offer like the fancy cars, cool new gadgets, trips around the world on a whim. they even thought they’d be able to rub elbows with celebrities... as if sam’s family knew any real celebrities.

unfortunately, sam’s father was never really in any of the kids’ lives because of his work. he was away often, going back and forth between the unites states and mexico. and though she does talk to him still, she hasn’t seen him in person nearly five years. her mom has always been there for the kids, though, and sam wouldn’t really change anything about their family dynamic. she was kind of afraid of her dad, he’s older than her mom and looks like one scary motherfucker. so even when he was around, she’d still cling to her mom like a sick puppy.

from a very young age, sam learned that her family was different from other people’s families. not only were they wealthy, like extremely wealthy, they were also extremely lax about rules. her mother was always smoking pot and doing yoga, she taught her kids all about weed including how to grow it, how to care for it and make sure it was healthy, how to cut it and prepare it, and how to smoke it. sam was eleven the first time she got high, with her mom and her two older brothers. sure, some may say that was pretty irresponsible as a parent to let your kid get high, not to mention getting them high yourself, but her mom didn’t want her kids to experiment in dangerous situations where they could get into trouble. until weed was legalized, sam didn’t smoke it anywhere but her home.

it wasn’t until her teenage years but sam unfortunately did fall in with the wrong crowd and did get into trouble a lot, but she’d always wiggle her way out of it because she was a minor and cops seemed to think that a few hours locked in a cell would be enough to scare her and her friends straight. nothing was ever put on their records, thankfully, or else she’d have one hell of a wrap sheet.

back at her school in los angeles, the one way she really stuck out was in theatre. she absolutely loved acting, especially in musicals. her voice wasn’t the best but after a few vocal coaches, she’s doing a lot better. she doesn’t want to go on to star in broadway shows or act professionally, she just likes the attention she gets from her peers and those who’ve come to see the shows. anything bigger and she’d probably walk off stage having a panic attack.

she’s kind of a prissy girl, very judgmental, and sometimes really freaking rude, but she a hoe none-the-less. like she’s very selective with who she sleeps with because most guys just aren’t worth the magnificence of her vagina but she’s totally give you a blow job if she’s feeling you... or she’ll let you go down on her, and she’ll make out with just about anybody. especially if they’re pocs because the white man species is embarrassing.

things to know

she started attending luxor academy half-way through her senior year, it was her mom’s alma mater. her test scores weren’t the best to begin with so she had to repeat her junior year. so technically, she should be a sophomore in college but she’s a freshman. since then, her grades have improved vastly.

she was born in mexico and didn’t move to california until she was six years old, so she does have a very slight hint of an accent and she speaks spanish wonderfully ( ooc. i don’t so i will use google translate so pardon if things are incorrect ). because her mother was already a US citizen, she became a UC citizen as well upon moving to california.

her favorite flavor is cherry, doesn’t matter what it is. candy, drinks, lip balm. cherry is her go to.

sam almost always has a piece of candy or gum in her mouth at all times. if she doesn’t, it’s in her pocket to save for a later time. and no, she will not share with you.

she has an extensive collection of dick pics on her phone, from texts or screen graps from snapchat. sometimes she’ll send them to guys who send her theirs without her permission.

there totally was a rumor going around that her boobs are fake, they’re not but she’ll sarcastically swear up and down that they’re real just for the attention.

she is OBSESSED with horror movies and true crime documentaries, she watches them before she goes to bed and then sleeps perfectly sound the whole night through.

class schedule ( no order ) - undecided major

creative writing

astronomy

yoga

psychology

theatrical arts

extra curriculars

events committee

theatre ( actor )

current connections

best friend    —     kenzie horton ( @reellykenzie​ )

best friend    —   rhiannon gaia ( @rhiannonindigo​ )

flirt / hook up    —    theodore foster ( @theooffoster​ )

exboyfriend    —    open ( @url )

[cosmicbash]

ok, think about it... kells as a bartender

This is short and messy but I got a cute idea stuck in my head rereading over this ask (which has been in my inbox for a while, so sorry anon!!!)

I would love to write a whole little mini series about Colson being a flirty bartender that keeps making Em different virgin versions of drinks whenever he turns up to the bar. Just flustering the poor oblivious older man while they wait for the other to make a first move. 😩😩 It would be so cute and fun to do. Maybe I will one of these days when I'm not so swamped by work and my main fics.

For now, heres a somewhat bittersweet little drabble. It would have been longer but I got stuck and didn't want to end up dragging it out into a 4k mess.

--

At first Marshall tells himself the reason he keeps meeting up with Ryan and the guys at a local dive bar is for his friends sake. 

No reason to let his sobriety be a total buzzkill for everyone else, right? Just because he quit drinking, that doesn't mean they have to too. Plus playing pool against them while they were all tipsy or wasted was the only real chance he ever had at winning. And even then he still lost a decent amount of games.

Though that could also be accounted to his other reason for picking said dive bar every weekend.

"Cuddles on the beach."

A pink ombre drink slid across the bartop to him, tiny paper umbrella and swirly straw to match. The sight of it made Marshall want to cringe and immediately reject it.

The blinding cheeky smile being shot his way by the bartender invited him to tap his fingers against the base instead. Cheeks warming the tiniest bit while he pulled it closer. "A knockoff of sex on the beach I'm guessing?"

"You gotta take me to dinner before you get that." The blonde was chuckling, absent mindedly cleaning a glass with his rag. Body pressed close to the counter, closer to him. 

"Just one dinner?" A smile was tugging at the corners of Marshall's own mouth, eyes trailing over the explosion of tattoos on display up and down the bartender's arms. Across his chest where the dark tanktop didn't cover. " Thought you would at least be a wait until marriage kind of guy."

His poor attempt at flirting earned him a cute head shaking laugh. It just made Marshall's old heart flutter.

This was his second reason for insisting they all meetup at the bar every weekend. The ridiculously tall, young, charming tattooed bartender. Kelly was what he'd originally told Marshall his name was but after almost two months of coming the kid had confessed to him it actually was Colson. An ironically preppy name for such a thuggish looking guy. 

"Only my favorite customers get to know it though so, keep it a secret." That too cute pantomimed lip zipping and complimentary drink had probably been when Marshall first realized just how bad he had it for the blonde. 

Really he blamed Colson for the crush. Sure it was all bartender's jobs to flirt and be friendly towards their patrons, anyone taking that in a serious way was usually a delusional creep. But Colson had taken things alot farther than some simple pleasentries. The blonde actively sought him out everytime he came in, stopping whatever other bartender was behind the counter from taking his order. Insisting Marshall just wait a few minutes and let him take it.

At first the excuse was how none of his coworkers knew how to properly make virgin drinks. Then it morphed into Colson wanting to surprise him with a new concoction. Who could blame him for getting his hopes up? Some days it seemed like Colson was actively flirting with him and not just working him over for a good tip.

Of course the undeniably large tips he left every night, no matter the level of flirting probably just fueled it in the first place. 

"I had to make a special run to the store before work tonight to make this one, so you better enjoy it." 

Marshall hummed and made a show of eyeing it up suspiciously, tilting the tall glass and swirling the pastel color around with his straw. Even if the drink tasted dreadful it wasn't likely he'd tell Colson in the first place. The proud smile and excited reaction the bartender gave everytime he 'liked' something was well worth choking down a poor mixture of fruity juice. Besides, it wasn't like Colson would actually put one of these custom drinks on the menu anyway. They were strictly for Marshall's own enjoyment.

Thankfully it was true to its name when he sipped. Tasted almost exactly like a proper sex on the beach coctail without the vodka. He was actually a little bit suspicious about to be honest. Of course he trusted Colson not to do something as rude or downright stupid like ruining a customer's sobriety on purpose but, "You sure you didn't add any peach schnapps to this?"

Instead of taking offense at the question like the brunette had expected him to Colson just grinned wider. Elbows coming down onto the bartop and his hands rising to cup his mouth so he could lean over it. Like he was telling Marshall a secret. "Nope." The pop to his p was full of cheeky joy. "I told you I had to make a special trip. Tastes just like the original right?"

Cautioning another long sip, he peered down into the drink and willed his cheeks not to flush. It did taste peachy but not like juice. There was a thickness to it that he couldn't quite place.

The kids excitement got to the better of him per usual. An answer blurting out of his mouth before the older man could even guess. "It's peach nectar." 

Eyebrows rising Marshall glanced back up to meet Colson's baby blues. The light flush to his sharp cheeks visible even under the low bar lighting. This close if he wanted to he could probably breathe in and smell whatever cologne the other man was always spritzing on himself during long shifts.

In lieu of coming off like a total creep he didn't. Just tilted his head and went for another sip. Voice low, but loud enough for Colson to hear him with their proximity when he was done. "It's good."

"Damn right it is. You're a sucker for the sweet ones." His bartender looked beyond proud of himself, smiling so big small crows feet cut into the edges of his eyes. He doubted the man even realized just how true that statement was.

Scoffing Marshall ran a hand over his short cropped hair, idly scratching at his scalp while he agreed. Gaze dropping back down to his pink fruity drink. "Yeah. Yeah I am."

He was a total sucker alright. 

[alittlextrathatway]

Places #18

A/N: set during 803 “Badlands” just because.

18. A barbecue

you can find more info on the prompt game here.

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The best reason to attend a Firehouse 51 barbecue will always be to people watch. In all the years Stella Kidd has been a part of this family, the barbecues reveal the most about the ever shifting dynamics within her home away from home. This year’s barbecue is particularly interesting and she’s ended up with a front row seat to the Brett and Casey show.

Kelly sits down next to her and shifts a glance from her to the couple sitting across from them. Okay, they’re not a couple. Yet. But it will happen. It’s just a matter of when they decide to get their asses in gear.

Brett’s been back for a couple of weeks now and Stella would have to be blind not to see the way Casey has been keeping his distance. She knows they were in a weird almost-but-not-quite into each other place when Kyle came back out of nowhere but really this gaping space between them is ridiculous.

Also, she feels like she’s one of the only people privy to both sides of this will-they-won’t-they ridiculousness. She’s watched Casey show small signs of jealousy. She still remembers the biggest red flag of all. His reaction to the Chaplain showing up at the firehouse. He’d very subtly tried to send Kyle away before Brett got back to the station. It’s possible Casey didn’t realize what he was doing at the time, but she did. And then just last night, he’d asked her if she knew the guy Brett shared a drink with at Molly’s. He tried to play it off as casually curious. He didn’t fool her.

So, naturally, she’d fibbed and told him Ryan was more than just a social worker helping Sylvie out with exposing an abusive juvenile detention center. Casey needed to remember that Sylvie Brett was the best of the best and she wouldn’t be single forever. (Then again, maybe she would. The woman seemed determined not to date.)

Today, she plans to watch them try and fail to maintain that space.

And maybe meddle.

But only if the situation calls for it.

“So,” Stella asks, breaking the silence at their picnic table. “Any updates from Ryan?”

Sylvie brightens while Casey’s expression turns cloudy. Stella bites back a smirk.

“Nothing yet, but the minute he has anything he said he’ll call me. He’s hoping to get me incident reports to review. Anything that might be useful should we meet with the Warden,” Sylvie informs them, anxious hope brimming from her expression.

Stella shakes her head and widens her eyes to exaggerate her amazement. “Man, how lucky was it to run into Ryan at the courthouse the other day?”

Severide gives her a knowing grin and shakes his head.

“Foster and I had somebody on our side that day, for sure,” Brett agrees. “It had to be more than just right place, right time.”

Casey clears his throat while peeling a bit of the label off of his beer bottle, using that same casual tone from last night. “You know, if you need it, I may have some contacts from my Alderman days that could help too.”

Stella rests her chin her hand and props her elbow on the table to cover her knowing grin. Subtle, very subtle, Captain Casey.

“Oh! Thank you, Casey,” Brett says, smiling brightly at him. “That would be great. I’ll let you know for sure. I just can’t stand the thought of someone torturing these kids who already have it pretty rough, you know?”

They all nod their agreement. No one can blame her for working overtime on this. If someone is hurting those kids, they need to be stopped.

“I need another drink,” Sylvie declares, starting to stand.

Casey stops her by standing before she can and picks up his own empty bottle. “Me too. What are you having? I can get it while I’m up.”

“A hard cider, if there’s any left,” she requests with a sweet smile. “Thank you.”

“Sure, of course,” he replies, clearing his throat awkwardly as he leaves.

“Yeah, you know, I think I need a second helping,” Stella announces while reaching out for Severide’s arm and nodding toward his empty plate. “Looks like you do too. Come with me, Kelly.”

She yanks him up from his seat and toward the food table, linking her arm through his as they walk.

“Did you see that?” She asks him in a hushed tone.

“See what?” He asks with a laugh. “Casey being a good guy?”

She groans and buries her head in his shoulder. “Kelly, I love you, but you have the emotional depth of a teaspoon. He’s jealous!”

“Of who? Some social worker Brett just met?” Severide asks with a barely contained smirk.

“Yes!” She exclaims in frustration. People stop and stare at her outburst so she lowers her voice as she continues. “Casey wants to be the one helping her with this instead of this new Ryan guy.”

Kelly’s brow furrows in confusion. “You’re suggesting Casey has a thing for Brett?”

“He’s your roommate. How do you not know this before me?” Stella asks him with a shake of her head.

“I know this may come as a shock to you, but I don’t go around asking him who he has a crush on. We’re not fourteen,” Kelly quips with a sharp grin.

She rolls her eyes. “You don’t have to ask him, Kelly. Just pay attention.”

Severide looks thoughtful for a moment and then lifts one shoulder as if he’s resigning himself to her theory. “He was really weird after the Chaplain proposed. He did not look happy about it.”

“See! I’m telling you. Brett and Casey are happening right under our noses and we should do something about it.”

“Like what? Lock them in a closet until they make out? Again, we’re not fourteen.”

She laughs and smacks his arm. “God, you’re a jerk.”

“Leave them alone, Stella. If it happens then it happens. Let them figure it out,” he requests. “Us rushing them will not help.”

He’s right. Deep down she knows he’s right. But the part of her that wants to see her friends as happy as she is, can’t help but try and persuade Severide one more time.

“But they’d be so cute together and you have to admit they’re the best of all of us. If anyone deserves to be happy, it’s them.”

“Hey, I want them both to be happy too, but if we force it then it may not go the way you want. Are you willing to risk that? Because I’m not. Also, I don’t think it’s any of our business.”

She pouts and rolls her eyes but eventually nods her agreement. “Fine,” she whines. “I get your point. I don’t like it, but I get it. For the record, though, I called it. I want the right to say I told you so when one of them actually makes a move.”

“Granted,” Kelly agrees leaning toward her to place a quick kiss to her temple. “Now, can we get back to the most important part of all this? Food and beer?”

[tabloidtoc]

Us, October 19

You can buy a copy of this issue for your very own at my eBay store: https://www.ebay.com/str/bradentonbooks

Cover: Jennifer Aniston’s fresh start 

Page 1: First Look -- Duchess Kate Middleton visiting several London locations in a $568 Beulah dress 

Page 2: Red Carpet -- stars in Saint Laurent -- Rosie Huntington-Whiteley, Hailey Baldwin, Alison Brie, Natalia Dyer, Jennifer Lopez 

Page 3: Elizabeth Debicki, Laura Dern, Zoe Kravitz, Gal Gadot, Lily Collins 

Page 4: Who Wore It Best? Bella Hadid vs. Hailee Steinfeld, Melissa Gorga vs. Jessie James Decker 

Page 6: Loose Talk -- Drew Barrymore describing her experience on dating app Raya, Jennifer Aniston on how she would like to become an interior designer if she quit acting, Blake Shelton on realizing he grew more gray hairs in quarantine, Ayesha Curry joking about how she’s left husband Stephen Curry in charge of homeschooling daughters Ryan and Riley, Michelle Obama on how daughters Malia and Sasha are feeling about quarantining with her and Barack Obama 

Page 8: Contents

Page 10: Hot Pics -- Jennifer Garner enjoys California’s warm weather during a beach day 

Page 11: Duchess Kate Middleton sits around the campfire, Cynthia Nixon bumps elbows with Manhattan district attorney candidate Tahanie Aboushi in NYC 

Page 12: Prince Charles struck a pose before a Game of Thrones prop while visiting the Ulster Museum with his wife Duchess Camilla in Northern Ireland, Serena Williams aced the first round at the French Open, Kaitlyn Bristowe was on a high after crushing round three on Dancing With the Stars, Dolly Parton paid a virtual visit to the Graham Norton Show 

Page 13: Reese Witherspoon jumps rope to stay fit during quarantine, fresh off her Emmy win Julia Garner was back at work shooting her series Inventing Anna, Quavo got into character during a promo shoot for the video game Crash Bandicoot 4: It’s About Time 

Page 18: Anne Hathaway gets into character for an upcoming pandemic-inspired project in London, in the new season of The Voice coaches Blake Shelton and Gwen Stefani and John Legend and Kelly Clarkson will cover up and practice social distancing, Christina Milian and daughter Violet had a blast watching the L.O.L. Surprise Remix Live viewing party

Page 20: Splish Splash -- celebs relax in the tub -- Jack Osbourne chills out in a frigid tub, Serena Williams’ recovery regimen includes an ice bath and a smile, Thandie Newton multitasking with a soak and a snack, Elizabeth Hurley indulges herself with a good hot soak every day, freezing baths are part of Lady Gaga’s routine for easing sore muscles 

Page 21: Justin Bieber braves the cold al fresco, at Chris Hemsworth’s house bathtime with dad means bubble beards, Kylie Jenner kicks back during a Caribbean getaway 

Page 22: Falling Hard -- stars get into the autumn spirit -- Lauren Burnham Luyendyk took her daughter Alessi to a pumpkin patch in Gilbert in Arizona, Michelle Monaghan enjoyed a picture-perfect day at an orchard in Canada, Shawn Johnson East and her daughter Drew at a pumpkin patch in Nashville, Jenna Fischer at her apple tree 

Page 23: Food Network’s Outrageous Pumpkins host Alyson Hannigan plans to sharpen her carving skills this year in Long Island, Gwen Stefani grabbed a pumpkin to go in L.A., Candace Cameron Bure in a dress that matched the fall foliage 

Page 24: Stars They’re Just Like Us -- Machine Gun Kelly uses a beauty mask in Sherman Oaks, Eva Longoria and her son Santi bake, Katie Holmes chows down in NYC, Gavin Rossdale walks his dog in Malibu 

Page 25: Liev Schreiber keeps active in NYC, Ireland Baldwin goes to the hair salon in West Hollywood 

Page 26: Love Lives -- Justin Bieber and Hailey Baldwin celebrate their first wedding anniversary 

Page 27: When Deborra-Lee Furness was asked about husband Hugh Jackman’s sexuality she dismissed them as mean-spirited and all made up, Kevin Hart and wife Eniko Parrish welcomed their second child together daughter Kaori Mai

Page 28: Hot Hollywood -- During a recent interview Jessica Alba dished on a negative experience she had while guest starring on Beverly Hills, 90210 in 1998 saying she couldn’t make eye contact with any of the cast members because if you did you’d be thrown off the set but two of the show’s stars Tori Spelling and Jennie Garth were dumbfounded by Jessica’s claims 

Page 29: Chrissy Teigen revealed the heartbreaking news that she and John Legend had lost their third baby in a miscarriage after complications, Khloe Kardashian shocked fans yet again with her latest makeover but the secret to her new look is simple: her transformation is due to hard work in the gym along with face procedures like micro-injections and laser work and facial contouring

Page 30: A Day in the Life -- Hannah Ferrier of Below Deck 

Page 32: Cover Story -- Jennifer Aniston lets her guard down -- at 51 the actress has let go of her hang ups and is finally content with sitting back and enjoying the ride 

Page 36: Kelly Ripa’s amazing journey -- the talk show host is on top of her game as she begins a new decade at age 50 

Page 38: Hollywood Moms -- Brooke Shields on daughters Rowan and Grier and life under lockdown 

Page 39: Since Malika Haqq welcomed her first child Ace she’s been getting some words of wisdom about parenting from her BFF Khloe Kardashian and she is also getting help from her ex-boyfriend and baby daddy O.T. Genasis, Jenna Dewan says daughter Everly’s remote learning experience is so far so good, Sutton Foster is grateful that she and husband Ted Griffin have been present for every moment of their daughter Emily growing up amid quarantine 

Page 40: Beauty -- Shop to stop breast cancer 

Page 42: Entertainment -- Jane Seymour on The War with Grandpa

Page 43: Phil Keoghan on The Amazing Race, Take Five with Ariyon Bakare of His Dark Materials

Page 46: Fashion Police -- Maisie Williams, Machine Gun Kelly, Nicky Hilton Rothschild 

Page 47: Bella Hadid, Cindy Bruna, Tana Mongeau 

Page 48: 25 Things You Don’t Know About Me -- Hoda Kotb 

[leanstooneside]

U.S. GEOGRAPHY (BLUEZEPHYR)

1. Shenae Grimes's head

2. Amy Winehouse's bottom (Tooting Bec)

3. John Stamos's knee

4. Bill Rancic's buttocks

5. Jason Bateman's finger (Holborn)

6. Brandi Glanville's eyelash

7. James Franco's lower leg

8. Rebel Wilson's thigh (Maida Vale)

9. Toby Keith's nostril (Tottenham Court Road)

10. Molly Sims's forehead

11. Alanis Morissette's back

12. Ryan Adams's chin (Holborn)

13. Jenna Dewan's tooth

14. Kris Jenner's eye

15. Anderson Cooper's eye

16. Daniel Craig's hip (Dagenham Heathway)

17. Reggie Bush's lower leg (Turnham Green)

18. Molly Shannon's eyebrow (Queensway)

19. Shoshanna Lonstein's leg

20. Mia Farrow's nostril

21. Swizz Beatz's hair (Kew Gardens)

22. Celine Dion's elbow

23. Chelsea Clinton's thigh (Latimer Road)

24. Angelina Jolie's hip

25. Kate Hudson's ankle

26. John F. Kennedy, Jr.'s tooth

27. Patrick Schwarzenegger's forehead (Blackfriars)

28. Lance Armstrong's nostril

29. Cacee Cobb's upper arm

30. Mark Wahlberg's thigh

31. Snoop Dogg's knee

32. Kelly Preston's waist

33. Gordon Ramsay's mouth

34. Haylie Duff's hair

35. Alessandra Ambrosio's waist

36. Jason Lee's forehead

37. Matthew Morrison's ankle

38. Jay Lyon's back (Woodside Park)

39. Taye Diggs's ear (Heathrow Terminals 1, 2, 3)

40. Rosie Huntington-Whiteley's back

41. Lauren Holly's mouth

42. Josh Bowman's ear (West Harrow)

43. Foo Fighters's mouth

[nothingunrealistic]

a couple of the lihn cast members have done instagram takeovers that included them answering questions from fans, so i wrote out some of the questions and answers they gave about the show and characters! shout out to teresa @revolutionintheinstitution for making the takeovers available to me in the first place so that i could do this

Kelly McIntire (Sheila Nail), October 31

[I’m going into the show blind! Can you describe LIHN in 3 words?] 1. Rebellious 2. Romantic 3. Badass

[Best part of playing Sheila?] Her Badassery OR Her Sick Leather Jacket

Emerson Mae Smith (Kitty Minx), November 14

[What’s your favorite line Kitty has?] “What that bitch say?”

[How’d Ya-Ya end up in Nation?] Sydney (Ya-Ya): It’s a very long story, but to put it lightly, reckless, wild behavior.

[What traits do you share with Kitty? What traits does Kitty have that you would like to have?] They both love a quick, quippy joke, but Emerson’s got nothing on her in terms of the beating of one’s face.

[I heard your sister was Kitty in the Penn State production. Did she give you any advice?] It’s true! She taught me Kitty’s full heart first and foremost. And continues to instruct me on how to walk like you’re always posing.

Tatiana Wechsler (Judith Ramone), November 27

[Is there any kind of scenery/props only actors are supposed to see (not the audience)?] In Act 2, a lot of the girls don’t get a break to go offstage, so water is stored in Secret Places on the stage to let them get a drink.

[What are the cigarettes you use on stage?] E-cigarettes with water vapor; they have batteries and need to be charged.

[What’s the fastest quick change in the show?] Ryan has a lot of the fastest changes, since he has to switch between Buzz, Doc Shock, and Francis.

[Is it a lot harder to move around the stage / learn blocking with an eyepatch on?] YES. Tatiana practiced with an eyepatch as early as she could, and the current eyepatch lets her see more than the rehearsal eyepatch, but it still takes a lot of getting used to.

[I know a character has a uke, does the actor actually play it?] Yes, Amina Faye (Susannah) actually does play the ukulele.

[What is your favorite thing about your character Judith Ramone?] She’s a survivor. It comes out in nasty ways sometimes, but she is always fighting to survive.

[Favorite line you get to say as Judith?] No spoilers, but it starts with “get your little white ass…”

[Do you think you will be releasing an official soundtrack / recording of the show for us foreign fans?] That would be great! We don’t know.

[What is your favorite cut moment from the show that is also a secret handshake?] {Tatiana and Lena, in costume as Judith and Dorothy, do a handshake that involves slapping hands, slapping their chests, moving their feet, and tapping elbows, while singing “‘cuz we’re badass, ‘cuz we’re badass!”}

[Any funny on-stage mishaps or line flubs you wanna share?] Beds going away, blood everywhere, mics falling off… just lots of things.

[I saw the show during previews, has there been any big changes to the show since previews?] Staging has changed, some lines got cut, things were rearranged, but nothing big has changed.

[What do you think happens to Judith after the show?] She deals with all her trauma and becomes a therapist. If you were to see her, she’d be very chill and relaxed and would be like, “oh, you would have never believed what I was like as a teen!”

[What’s the hardest part of Judith’s character to bring to life?] No spoilers, but it’s the scene with Miss Asp, because that’s when you get to see why she is the way she is, and that’s hard to think about the whole time.

[Judith and Ya-Ya seem to be decently good friends, do you think there’s some backstory there?] Tatiana thinks Judith had a younger sister and Ya-Ya reminds her of that sister; Sydney chimes in to say that Judith and Ya-Ya are Absolutely Best Friends even if Tatiana denies it.

[When did your verse from Life in Hate Nation get cut? I heard it during Guggenheim but not the show.] With new musicals, things have to get cut, and things get cut for the sake of flow and time… and Tatiana doesn’t miss the verse.

[Best and worst qualities of Judith?] She’s a survivor, and she’s a fighter, but she’s mean and rude.

[wildler]

The Page of Cups

“Whoa, it’s a flush!” I stared at the cards arranged at my knees—all in the suit of cups.

Nina gritted her teeth. “That’s not how this works, and you know it. Try and take it seriously please?”

“Sorry, sorry.” I laid on the rug, propping myself up on my elbows.  “Hit me with it then. When will I die?”

She gave me a sharp look whilst running her finger down the printed wikiHow instructions. “It says the suit of cups means you are searching for answers surrounding love, emotion and feelings.”

“That sounds like three different ways of saying the same thing.”

Her eyes flicked a tiny, but intense, glare in my direction. “What question were you holding in your mind?”

I flinched. “Am I supposed to tell you that? Isn’t there like, some kind of card-to-querier confidentiality?”

Her gaze didn’t lift from the sheet. “What was your question?”

I gave a resigned sigh. “If Ryan was going to break up with Haley.”

“Ah-ha!” The print-off crumpled in her grasp. “Matters of the heart, and you get a full spread of cups.”

“I think you just didn’t shuffle them properly.”

She thumped me on the arm and I rolled away howling.

Straightening the cards and consulting the paper, she muttered to herself for a while. After some time, I saw her sitting back with a stunned look. “Jesus, I think he’s going to do it.” Her eyes were wide.

“Who?” I’d lost interest and had found myself down an Instagram rabbit hole.

She gestured to the cards and then me. “Ryan, you dummy. I think he’s going to end it with Kelly—”

“Haley,” I corrected.

“Haley, whatever.” She shook her head. A faraway look had taken over her. “I’ve seen it in the cards.”

“You’re pulling this out of your ass.” I rolled my eyes and tried not to laugh, deciding to read the instructions myself.  

She might have been right, if there was any merit to it. All the cards were upside-down. Two foretold break-ups, while the last—the Page of Cups— was supposed to mean ‘doubting intuition and emotional immaturity’.

“What’s with that one?” I pointed to the Page. He was a funny little guy with a fish in a goblet.

“Ah,” she laughed. “I figure that’s you.”

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Had such fun with the last one, thought I’d try another @alexprompts - “Prophecies and Lies”

[housetohalf]

14, 17, 31? 😊

💖💕💗

14. be real. has a show ever gotten you to read an ungodly long book? (les miserables, war and peace, the chernow hamilton biography, etc.)

I /did/ read both Wicked and Son of A Witch (which I actually really liked) because of Wicked. And I read Ragtime and subsequently got really into the the Industrial Revolution/The Gilded Age/Jazz Age (like 1890s to The Crash)

In both instances...lots of weird sex stuff that’s mysteriously cut for the stage adaptation 🤔🤔🤔

17. worst movie musical?

So like, fuck La La Land. Because it half-assed everything yet was trying to market itself TO movie musical geeks. I think the opener was strong, but they almost immediately dropped the pretense that anyone other than Gosling and Stone lived inside a movie musical. Like!!! Commit to the technicolor noir color palette you’ve chosen!! I think “What A Waste Of A Lovely Night” is a darling little number that needed better choreography. And Ryan Gosling’s shirt sleeves needed to be rolled to the widest point of his bicep, like Gene Kelly, not to the elbow. Ruins the whole line of the shirt. Generally it felt like the whole movie was asking you to marvel at how talented everyone was, but at no point was anyone doing anything more interesting than I’ve seen in college theatre. Where I think shows like Chicago succeeded on film is because they essentially staged a Broadway-caliber show, and used the camera and the convention of film to do things you can’t do live, like jump around locations or flip from realism to high theatricality in an instant. La La Land was just a moody indie romance with some half-hearted dance numbers in it.

31. is there a tv show you’d like turned into a musical? talk about it

So im skeptical of this because TV is serialized in a way that theatre can’t be. That being said, a Bob’s Burgers musical would work because the show itself is so episodic and musical-laced anyway. I also wouldn’t kick something like Fleabag out of bed either because it’s only ~3 hours of content for a season that could easily be trimmed into 2ish hours, and she ready has the device of doing takes to the audience.

Oh fuck also Slings and Arrows, obviously.