#YES I FINALLY WATCHED TWIN PEAKS

[melonart]

Before Twin Peaks, before everything

[serenity-the-firefly]

Diane out here experiencing the world’s first true crime podcast

[velvetjune]

I want to look up what the ending of the final draft is for Alan Wake but im half nervous it’ll remove some of the mystery left that I loved from the first ending

[biinaberry]

Did I make an au just for a rarepair? Yes, but heres my idea of a shen twin au

In my version Shen Yuan transmigrates into the body of 5 yr old Shen Shi, twin of Shen Jiu. It is very important to note that in this au SJ and YQ refer to SY with "A-Shi" and "Xiao-Shi" respectively, and SY takes up the identity of Shen Shi. SY is also fully cognizant when he migrates so he has the complete thoughts of a 20~ yr old while in the body of a 5 yr old. This causes some major dysphoria and also anger at the helplessness of being in a body that does not fit him and also the fact that he has no social nor physical power because he is a child. He also views SJ and YQ as his little brothers even if he is actually the youngest physically.

He eventually is taken in my the Qiu family alongside his brother. It is when SJ starts to bond with Qiu Haitang that it finally pieces together that his brother is going to be SQQ and grieves for the events that he knows is going to happen to him. The building rage and anger at the helplessness of the situation culminates in Shen Yuan starting the massacre with SJ instantly jumping in and causing the majority of deaths. When SJ carries out the unconscious body of Qiu Haitang SY realizes the opportunity in front of him. He knows that she is going to be the kickstarter of his brother's downfall and in that moment grabs the nearest weapon, and with a heavy heart, kills her as SJ watches in shock. He turns to SJ telling him "You can't leave any witnesses, they always eventually spill" before both run off. I dont know what to do with the Wu Yanzi so I'm ignoring it for now. And im also unsure if he gets a system but we'll see.

Eventually they meet up with Yue Qi now Yue Qingyuan and the anger SJ has towards him. SY is also angry but its more so for SJ's sake than his own. The two of them become a part of Cang Qiong sect and while SJ is taken in by the Qing Jing peak, SY is taken in by the beast and flora peak (which I do not have named). They both become head disciples and later peak lords. SY also is able to clock that SQH is not the original version due to airplane saying a modern phrase and a friendship forms. SY is also the one to start biting and defending his brother when QQQ or LQG take potshots at him. It's while they are still disciples that SY meets Su Xiyan while hes on a mission and they worked together for a bit before SXY split. They continued to meet up until eventually a friendship formed and SY meets TLJ a "companion" of SXY. SY clocks who the two of them are goes to SQH to learn all he can about them and their future. SXY and TLJ eventually fall for each other and SY makes sure to prevent the palace master from finding out as long as he can. He also warns them about the palace master and to not trust any letters not hand delivered by SY as he will act as a middle person to make sure no one intercepts them. It is also during this time that SXY and TLJ both gain interest in SY. Neither can explain fully why but his autistic swag, photographic memory and ability to name drop paragraph long information in seconds intrigued them. They start courting him, shen yuan is of course oblivious. It is also important that SY introduced himself to TLJ and SXY with the name "Shen Yuan" so only the two of them refer to each other as such. He also clocks when SXY is pregnant and tells her as such when symptoms start to show and again, not to trust the palace master. By this time he is now a peak lord alongside his brother.

Eventually the old palace master finds out and instead of targeting TLJ, he first targets their lynch pin, shen yuan. He sends letters to SJ and YQY about SY being a traitor. Showing him being a demon sympathizer and hanging out sect secrets that actually SQH was leaking due to the system. SY is captures, a trial occurs and SY is charged as guilty with the punishment of execution, but YQY and SJ object. Since it was CQ secrets he was sharing they have the official say. So instead of execution they instead lock him up on the beast peak using talismans and sigils. He is not allowed to talk to anyone besides fellow peak lords and his head disciple. He cannot leave the peak without another peak lord monitoring him and this also applies when teaching. This lockdown completely breaks him as he lost trust with his family and the confinement dives him crazy as a peak lord he commonly left to document and work upon his bestiaries. This leaves him in a depressive state and constantly paranoid as he cant trust anyone. And No One has told him definitive news if SXY and TLJ are safe, SQH has confirmed that TLJ was not captured and helped SXY but he has no clue where they are now and if baby LBH is with them. As SY is confined on his mountain he stops caring about appearances and starts wasting away seen in image 3. I havent figured the rest out with LBH but he does become a part of cang qiong sect under Qing Jing, the abuse he faces stays the same. If he is raised with TLJ and SXY or by the washer woman I do not know yet. LBH hearing about the rumors of a monster on the beast peak heads out and comes face to face with SY who is delighted to see him but also horrified that about 14+ years have now passed. This pushes him a little out of his depressive episode because now he has a son to take care of and he can't waste away in front of him. He needs to act strong. He teaches LBH the best he can while contained and tells him about his parents. The two form a father son dynamic where both cant really escape the situation they are in but at least have each other for company. SY also holds onto LBH's jade pendant so it isnt lost. He also tells LBH that if he meets a demon named TLJ, to mention the name Shen Yuan.

While on a mission LBH meets up with TLJ and tells him that he's met SY and TLJ loses it (pos). He asks where he is as SXY and TLJ have been trying to find him with no success. He is told that hes on the beast peak in cang qiong and has been contained there for the last 16 years. TLJ then hatches a game plan to free him and the decide to use the immortal conference as a distraction. Most of the cultivation world will be at that conference so minimal security will be held at the sect. They use this to their advantage. TLJ strikes a deal with MBJ to cause a distraction to keep the cultivation world on the two of them even if alarms go off that SY is escaping. MBJ agrees to this as TLJ allows him to target any huan hua disciple he sees (they dont tell SXY this). While they cause a distraction by appearing on the 7th day of the conference, SXY sneaks into cang qiong peak and works on the talisman and sigils. This works and eventually she gets to SY he sees the bad shape he is in, but it was better than what LBH originally saw. The two of them start crying and SXY activates a 2 way communication artifact with TLJ telling him it was a success.

TLJ then turns to MBJ and MBJ teleports, appears in front of SXY and SY and teleports the two of them to the demon world. TLJ then turns to his son who's demon seal now broke and decides to do some father son bonding and the two both go into the eternal abyss together, as this is a tradition for heavenly demons. The two of them return after 1-2 years and have MBJ teleport them out rather than using Xin Mo.

[bloodlineee1]

i’d love to see a jey uso x reader from you! something silly followed by some smut maybe. just light hearted relationship stuff.

Pairing: Jey Uso x Reader.

Warnings: smut Minors DNI 18+

i loved this idea so muchhh i hope you guys enjoyyyyy!!!!

I get out of the shower and realize I forgot to grab a towel. were at Jey's twin brother's house visiting and at home, we usually have towels in our bedrooms so it totally crossed my mind.

"babe" y/n yells.

"yeah?" Josh yells back from downstairs.

"Can you bring me a towel please"

"Can you bring me a towel please" Jimmy mocks.

"I heard that Jonathon" y/n laughs yelling at him.

"Man shut yo ass up before you get me in trouble" Jey laughs.

"yeah, one second" he gets up from the couch and throws a pillow at Jimmy.

after a few minutes, he finally walked in with a towel in his hand.

"here" he puts his arm out to pass me the towel.

"took you long enough" I walk towards him and try to snatch the towel.

"say goodbye to this towel 'cause you ain't getting it now" he snatches the towel back.

"babe, give me the towel." I bend around his back to grab it.

"say please" he smacks my ass and moves the towel again.

"Joshua come on it's cold" I smack his arm.

"say please" he taunts.

"Please, now give me my towel" I suck my teeth and put my hand out.

"say it nicer" he pushes more.

"Josh stop playing bro," I say purposely because I know he doesn't play that "bro" shit.

"oh, I'm bro now?"

"yeah, uce" I laugh.

"oh really? keep it up" he laughs too.

"Can you just give me my towel Jey" I say his stage name which he also hates.

"Now you definitely not getting this towel" he chuckles.

"I'm not walking around your brother's house naked," I say annoyed at this point because its cold asf.

"what you gonna do for this towel?" he smirks.

"anything you want," I say obliviously.

"oh really? bend over then" he jokes he pulls me by my waist.

"Yeah, you crazy" I grab the towel and try to walk away.

"am I?" he pulls me in with the towel that he never let go.

"yes, you are" My breath hitches from how close he is we've been married for 3 years and he still makes me nervous.

"yeah?" he starts rubbing my clit.

"Yeah," I moan.

"you've been walking around with this stank-ass attitude all damn day I know this is what you've been wanting" he whispers in my ear.

"I don't have an attitude" I roll my eyes.

"yes you have ever since you and Trin went out with the girls last night" he puts a finger in.

"Well, when you come home horny from the club and your man is giving lectures about drinking "too much" instead of taking his dick out and fucking you till you cry you'd have an attitude too," I say annoyed and so horny.

"mhm ill give what you want like I said bend that ass over" he smacks my ass.

15 minutes later.

"Ugh! fuck babe!" y/n moaned loudly, trying not to break her arch in her back. She gripped the sheets, with her eyes rolling to the back of her head as Jey held her by the waist and drilled her.

"Baby wait" She whimpered, moving up some.

"Whea' you goin'? Huh?" he grabbed her by the hair and whispered into her ear.

"Mm, It's too much" She whined, reaching back to push at his stomach.

"This what you wanted, remember? Take this shit like a big girl" He let her hair go and fucked her deeper than before.

He slowed his pace down.

"Fuck me back" He demanded slapping her ass.

She let a short moan slip out and he stopped moving, waiting for her to do what he said.

She gripped the sheet again, moving her hips in a circular motion. He bit his bottom lip, mesmerized by how her ass moved so perfectly.

"Mmm," She muffled, holding in a moan before she started throwing her ass back on him.

"Fuck y/n." He groaned, watching her ass effortlessly jiggle.

He felt his peak near, gripped her hips, and put his leg up.

Her mouth fell open and her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

"Take dis shit" Jey gritted, gripping her hips tightly as he pounded into her.

"Tell me you love me, baby," He said, knowing the state she was currently in, she couldn't say anything.

Moans were stuck in her throat, she couldn't form a sentence at the moment at how much pleasure she was feeling.

"I can't hear you" He taunted, slowing down.

She gasped "Shit! I love you!" She moaned "I love you so much"

"I love you too baby," He said softly

"You gonna cum for me?"

"I-I-I can't" She whined.

"Yes, you can baby, come on give it to me" He coached.

He could feel her body trembling below him, feeling his peak coming too but wanted to make sure she got hers first.

He put his leg down and pushed more into her back letting her body collapse. Not stopping his deep strokes as she now lay on her stomach and he laid on top of her.

"You like makin' me feel good right?" He whispered in her ear. She immediately nodded, feeling him in her stomach the deeper he grind into her.

"Then let it go, mama. Let me feel it" He softly kissed the side of her face and she kept clapping her walls around him as the tears that were building up in her eyes started to spring free.

"Make me feel good and cum fa' me" He whispered with a shaky voice.

"Oh fuck" She dragged out as the orgasm ripped threw her body

"Just like that baby. Good girl" He cooed, kissing the side of her face, stroking her through it.

His eyes started drifting close but he immediately pulled out and released himself inside her.

"damn," they both said in unison.

They turn our heads towards the door after hearing a knock.

"aye get yall nasty asses up and get dressed we going out to eat" Jimmy yells from the other side of the door.

"aii" Josh yells back still lying on top of me.

"and clean my sheets" he adds.

"see" I smack Josh on his chest.

"Jon leave them alone lord knows what we be doing in their house" Trin laughs.

[doctorcurdlejr]

Niko!! what'd you think of I saw the tv glow. I finally saw it last night and noticed you posting about it so I wanted to know your thoughts :)

Levi!!! I was JUST wondering what you were thinking about the movie after I saw you posting about it as well... we are so media discussion pilled in this way, it's awesome. ANYWAYS I've had so many thoughts since I first saw it and I've been trying to turn them into something coherent for a little bit now.

Ummm okay I have written 1k+ words about this movie, the suburbs, and escapism via teen TV.... clearly I was dying for somebody to ask this I guess so thank you for indulging me <3

First and foremost, I absolutely loved it! I've seen it twice now and the first time I watched it I got to see Jane Schoenbrun talk about the film right after. I already really liked it from that first watch alone. I found it so deeply relatable to my experiences - both in terms of growing up gay and trans, but where I am now in my 20s trying to navigate adulthood. Hearing what Schoenbrun had to say really cemented my feelings and thoughts about the film.

Buffy the Vampire Slayer was a big influence on the movie (it's why Amber Benson makes a cameo as Johnny Link's mom). Even though I don't have the same emotional link to Buffy since I never watched it, I recognize it as the same type of warmth I experienced growing up with Riverdale. When Owen says he feels like his insides have been scooped out but that he's too afraid to look and have that wrongness everybody knows is there be confirmed, Maddy simply responds "Maybe you're like Isabel. Afraid of what's inside you." Tears forming but not falling, breathing shallowly, I grabbed the paper and pen the theater keeps at the seats for people to order food with and wrote that line down - the slip of paper is still somewhere in my car. Writing it now almost feels lame in its simplicity, but it felt like my insides were being flayed open.

During the director discussion, Schoenbrun talked a little bit about this idea of how truly fucking bizarre it is to grow up in the suburbs. Like, when we think about the pinnacle of normality in American culture, it's the image of middle-class cis-hetero-white suburbia. At the same time, despite this cultural dream of normality, everybody is hyper-aware that the suburbs are one of the least normal things ever. So, the ACTUAL cultural understanding of it is that it's where we go to, like, passively kill ourselves (*George Costanza voice* WE LIVE IN A SOCIETY YOU KNOW!). This idea isn't new, I mean there are so many films and shows about navigating that specific bizarre dissonance from Rebel Without a Cause to Heathers to Twin Peaks. Probably half the pre-teen to teen TV I watched obsessively growing up, stuff like Strange Days at Blake Holsey High, Making Fiends, Truth or Scare, and eventually Riverdale, were never shy about being weird and morbid and saying "yes, the suburbs are exactly as bizarre and lethal in the ways you can already feel in your bones at 13." I Saw the TV Glow does a really good job of keying not only into that mental dissonance but more specifically into how those of us who have felt so intrinsically weird and different and wrong fell back on these shows like they were capable of doing the emotional version of a rescue breath maneuver after being drowned.

In high school, if there were two things about me that any person who even vaguely knew me could list off it was that I watched Riverdale, and I was a lesbian - and I was mocked more for the Riverdale. At that age, I was, without a doubt, the most miserable I have ever felt in my life. I rarely left the house because my family lived in a development that made me want to scratch my skin off when I walked out our front door. Owen didn't leave the house for days, afraid Maddy could somehow force him out. I sobbed constantly and frequently to depressing indie rock on the floor of my closet while hoping my family would just once read the (honest to god) KEEP OUT poster plastered on my door since I didn't have a lock on it. Owen didn't leave his room for days, afraid of what Maddy recognized in him. I didn't go on dates and kept my chest binder shoved to the bottom of my bookbag while wearing dresses that could've come from a how-to-be the perfect 50s housewife manual. Owen didn't leave his bed for days, afraid of Maddy touching his neck and Isabel's dress. I also watched Riverdale with the kind of zeal you see in a Pentecostal who has found God and started speaking in tongues to let you know it. I own a button that says, "Don't Make Me Go Dark Betty On You," I cherish it in a way that is only achieved by knowing exactly how corny and trite it is and then moving straight past that because well actually, and most people wouldn't get this, she's holding back something deeply dark and wild and- and disgusting. something painful yet intrinsically her. but i get it, obviously. or maybe not obviously! hopefully not obviously, but- basically, I'm just saying I get it: the experience of reflection and recognition through the other and all that.

Whatever, the point is that this movie is one big glaring trans allegory about how it sucks dog shit to live in the suburbs, and even at our most repressed we find these little snow globes of actualization in the glow of a tv screen that isn't afraid to show you the world you see. I've seen some people say that, like, in this context accepting or coming into your transness is this monumental death of self, which I get, but I feel there lacks a nuance in that because either way Owen is dying. Unlike Maddy who buries herself alive only to come out renewed, Owen doesn't kill himself upon facing the reality that the world is constructed to keep him miserable and the only way out is to take back what it is that the world wants to keep scooped out of him. Instead he just passively lets it drag him to a much more permanent death. This lack of suicide sucks in the kind of way that forces you to sit in your car on the midnight drive home and think to yourself am I letting myself suffocate because at some point knowing the misery became less scary than admitting I've been capable of doing something about it the whole time?

Clearly, I’ve been enchanted by the film’s narrative and meta-textual language. If you're familiar with it, you can see how Schoenbrun built this movie like a long-form dream episode of a canceled teen show filmed in Vancouver. Lynchian? Yeah, sure. Riverdalesque? THIS we cannot possibly deny. Schoenbrun said they included Amber Benson as an act of healing the inner rage experienced at Tara’s death in Buffy. This is a Roberto Aguirre-Sacasa ending Riverdale with a bisexual polycule after his gay Archie play got ceased-and-desisted type move. There’s probably more I could say about the soundtrack and the visuals, but I’ve hit over 1k words on this, so I’ll leave it at I enjoyed this movie a lot. :)

Maddy is an out lesbian who left town to escape the misery and found it strapped to her ankles. She slinks out, an animal pressed against the gymnasium floor, and says "I'm not telling you anything you don't already know." Owen looks into the camera and narrates. He cuts himself open with a box cutter, fully acknowledges what's there, and the movie ends with his suffocating apology parade for the unremarkable inconvenience of his excruciating suffering. You can be gay and trans, you can know it and you can stop repressing it, but you're not going to stop suffocating until you can find a way to destroy the part of you that truly deeply does want to die, reaching for the comforting euthanasia of normalcy. Stop visiting the dream of the life you want and make it into your reality with the same kind of unrepentant conviction seen in some underfunded but wildly ambitious teen television series. In other words: you must try to survive the ego death of being weird. A weirdo, who doesn't fit in and doesn't want to fit in!

[faellain]

The Accidental Baby Trap Incident

Summary: About four years after the events of First Class, Erik arrives at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters with two little twins who he didn't know existed. Thinking he doesn't know what to do, he runs to Charles, not knowing the state his old friend is in.

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erik's chest is heaving as he arrives at the door step almost stumbling to the already in need of a clean mansion. he frowns. charles had been so fastidious about keeping the place clean once they arrived. perhaps he wasn't home.

one of the children, the whitish-silver haired one- oh, yes, pietro that was it, tugs on his sleeve, "is this an orphanage?" the names of these children still didn't seem real to him. everything felt like a nightmare.

"it's a school," he corrects, "an old friend of mind runs it."

"is it a boarding school?" the girl (wanda, he reminds himself, wanda. his daughter. not just a girl. not just any child.) asks.

"of a sort," he replies and knocks again, louder this time, tempted to just throw open the door.

pietro stamps his foot, "you're gonna leave us here aren't you?" before erik can respond, his young son slams his heel on erik's toes, "fucker!"

erik hisses, "pietro-"

"peter. i don't like pietro. it's a stupid name!"

pietro had been the name he picked out when magda had once teased the idea of having children. it had been his grandfather's name. wanda was the once she had chosen, a name she had always been fond of since she was a girl. now those children were real and one was yelling at him.

erik begins to raise his voice again when the door cracks open. from the crack, he sees hank's eyes and nose peak out. a second later, he's opened the door a bit more, keeping his body between the inside and erik.

"what are you doing here?" he snaps, "who are they?"

"why aren't you blue?" erik asks, genuinely, "how did you reverse-?"

"i'm asking the questions," hank growls and erik watches a ripple of blue skin and yellow eyes appear. ah. not so reversed then.

"i need to see charles," erik explains, "to talk about them."

"there's no school. charles closed it. he can't help them," hank replies, "go somewhere else."

"hank, they're my children."

hank blinks in surprise and looks at the two of them, pietro trying desperately to tug away from his father's hold on his wrist while wanda stands next to him with her chin high. he sighs, "what do you expect charles to do?"

"i- i don't know," he admits, hating the glare pietro gave him at the words, "their mother is gone. i don't know how to raise children. i didn't know where else to go."

hanks shakes his head, "charles won't be of any help."

At that exact moment, pietro decides to vibrate his hand so fast, he burns erik's palm causing him to hiss and let go. normally, he's prepared for this trick. it's one of his son's favorites . being caught up in the conversation with hank took just enough attention away from erik to not prepare himself for the burn.

his son is about to bolt when wanda placidly says, "i've got him."

with a single lift of her hand, pietro freezes and falls face first in the grass, wriggling there like an earthworm. wanda was in an agreeable mood then. that was good. hank stared at them with a slightly stunned expression. erik gave him a withering look.

finally, he steps aside, "you're not gonna like what you see." a pit of dread grows in erik's stomach as he picks up pietro like an american football to carry him inside.

american football... he remembers better days. he remembers sean and alex always teasing him for calling it that. for calling "soccer" any number of colorful variants of football: football, piłka nożna, fussball. it was almost a game in it of itself. this place had far too many tainted memories.

"is he in his study?" he asks.

"he's barely gone in there in over a year. he's probably in his bedroom."

"is he asleep? it's two in the afternoon." charles only slept in when he was hungover. and it was tuesday.

"i don't know," hank shrugs, activating no small amount of annoyance.

"well if he isn't alseep, then he would know i'm here by now. he probably needs help," erik tries not to wince, memories of the beach still fresh as he recalls pulling the bullet out of charles' spine, "go fetch him."

hank gives him a tired glance that's partially pity and partially screaming, i'm not a butler.

"hank?" he hears the call from upstairs, "is someone here?"

hank winces as erik immediately bounds up the stairs with only a terse 'wait' to his children. both promptly ignore him, the boy zipping to catch up and the girl bounding along as best she could. he sighs, rushing after them. maybe he can bribe them with cookies he bought. they're just from the grocery store bakery, but kids hardly cared about such things.

erik flings open charles' door, feeling like a man possessed. charles was so close. he could fix this— or at least help erik. this man adored children far more than he ever could. not to mention, his old friend lived a much safer life. he could only go so long ignoring contacts from azazel, emma, and mystique before they came to investigate his sudden no-contact. charles always had answers. charles had started a school. charles—

looks like a mess.

the charles of erik's mind, when not the nightmare of a man in pain on a beach, was polished and coiffed to perfection. his fluffy hair was always styled, always dressed to the casual nines (or just the nines), oceanic blue eyes brightened by his clothes, two perfect ruddy lips that dipped into a heart shape at the top.

this was not the charles of his mind. before him stands a haggard man, eyes dull, lips pale, wearing nothing more than dirty sweats and a dirtier robe. he smells, reeks even. days old sweat, vomit, and the distinct, overbearing scent of alcohol wafts off charles. his hair hangs long in greasy strands. those pale lips quiver.

"charles?"

and then he is being punched. faster than he can comprehend, a fist connects with his cheek, sending him careening back into the wall until he hit it. unable to get his balance, he falls rather unceremoniously onto his ass, grasping at his chin. pietro’s chorus of mocking laughter shrieks directly into his ear.

"he got decked!!!" the child squeals in delight, "good hit!"

erik rubs his chin, "pietro, i told you to wait."

"you're not the boss of me."

"i," erik grimaces as he tries to ease his aching jaw. he didn't know charles could punch that hard. by the sight of charles shaking his hand out, he suspects charles didn't either, "i very much am."

"you shouldn't be here," snarls charles but his attention is clearly caught by pietro who is rocking back and forth on his heels.

"good to see you too, old friend," erik grunts out and then watches as charles steps towards and bends get a better look at pietro, "and walking."

charles snaps his head toward him, glaring, "no thanks to you."

truer words had never been spoken. erik attempts to brace himself against the wall. all his thoughts jumble in his mind worse than normal, fighting a brain fog from charles' outburst.

"papa!"

wanda's little hands clutch his arm as she tries with futility to help him up. a very agreeable mood then. good. keeping wanda agreeable was top priority. her eyes narrow at charles, though, which make erik cup her face gently.

"i'm fine. my friend was just surprised to see me," erik assures her. red sparks at her clenched fists, "wanda, deep breaths."

his daughter nods and does so, with no small amount of panic on erik's part. this is why he needed charles. he was a calm in a storm. usually.

hank finally catches up to them, "why don't you two come with me to the kitchen to get some cookies and leave your dad and professor xavier to talk?"

"cookies?" asks pietro before taking off, leaving both charles' and wanda's hair swinging in the breeze he left.

hank sighes and looks to wanda. wanda looks instead to erik with big pleading eyes. he nods at her as she moves, taking hank's hand, smiling at him.

"what kind of cookies?" she asks, rather sweetly as hank leads her down to the kitchen.

erik looks at charles, "we need to talk."

"my study, then."

[barrenclan]

I don't know if this song has been suggested yet but 15 Step by Radiohead for Rainhaze? Not just for the "one by one / it comes to us all / it's as soft as your pillow" (in reference to how he perceived death) but if you're willing to skew the optimism in the first verse, I see it as the line where he finally 'realizes' what Defiance is all about - when he finally sheds the Old Rainhaze for the new one by killing Asphodelpaw ("first you reel me out and then you cut the string"). Plus, there's a very on the nose reference that I see Ranger making to him in relation to finding out about Barrenclan ("you used to be alright, what happened? / did the cat get your tongue? / did your string come undone?") which is conveniently immediately before the Death lines.

And with recent developments (I had this ask planned for a while lol) now the "You used to be alright, what happened?" ...Ohhhh that hits. The difference between the mocking tone of Ranger the first time around, and then the second time the verse is repeated, it being cut off with "etcetera, etcetera..." which I either interpret as Rainhaze being unable to finish 'convincing' the rest of Barrenclan because he got interrupted then Tigerstar'd... Much to think about.

Anyway love this comic, been following it (and TDS!) since day 1, can't believe it's been so many years of it. At least one. You have a talent for storytelling!! I can't wait to see what you have planned for the future, big fan!

Haven't heard this one yet! But I'm always happy to get some Radiohead. I'm very flattered you've been enjoying the comic, and following my stories for so long.

Ooh, I always like getting instrumental music recommendations! I've never seen LOST, but both my parents watched it while it was airing. PATFW is definitely a mystery story, although I like to think I got to my resolutions better than JJ did. Giacchino is a great scorer of course, I like how this song is sad, sweet, and a little ominous. Reminds me of Twin Peaks.

Haha yes, it's definitely a popular suggestion for a popular song. But it is very pretty, and I do like the themes of burial and fighting to try and restrain someone who won't be restrained.

You can't keep them all caged They will fight and run away Mother, tell me so I say

Barren curtains that you're weaving Like the stories that you keep inside your head She can't keep them all safe They will die and be afraid

Oh... yeah. Anything with scary angel imagery fits very well for her, because I heavily associate Asphodelpaw with Laura Palmer.

Carry me in your teeth with tender jaws of sympathy (Arrow deep inside the meat Impossible for us to reach)

Shattered in a mist of crippled, angel silhouettes Lift the dirt, and cover me Lay at my side until I'm finally sleeping Until I'm finally sleeping

I like it! Comorantpaw has a strong streak of self-hatred and lately, is very much feeling like he's permanently stained with evil because of his past. But he still wants to be there for Pinepaw, maybe thinking it's all he's good for.

Bitterness is thick like blood and cold as a wind sea breeze If you must drink of me, take of me what you please I am loathed to say it's the devil's taste I've been with the devil in the devil's resting place

Come up here to speak to me and hold your face to mine Any man can hold my gaze has done his job just fine You just sold your life away to be with me tonight Hold your head against my chest, I think you'll be just fine

Classic Glass Animals! I think it captures the feeling of Issue 38 well.

Everything, waiting, shaking as it drops I tried for you and I, for too hard, for too long Gave it all and everything for more time, but I lost

… Ooh, I'm breaking down Whispers would deafen me now You don't make a sound Heartbreak was never so loud

Hahah! Yeah, this fits them well.

What did I do to deserve you? How did you find me? I was already halfway gone You were a bright light You were a fistfight, oh

Our love is older than the Great Wall Our love spins a gun around its finger Our love has found its way into our mouths before Cut our teeth until we swallow it whole

Great Rainhaze song! It gets at that fatalistic, manic energy he has that's especially evident in Issue 37.

Losing my mind It never felt so good to be alive Crucify my name I never felt more famous than today, where I am no one To nothing

Lose your mind baby You'll never feel so good to be alive, I say again I say erase your name, sweet honey You'll never feel more famous than today, where you are no one (no one)

I believe it was suggested a couple years ago with Hush Puppy and Thrasher, but not Rainhaze! It's an interesting angle to make it about him and Ranger.

One last kiss I love you like a broken pot One last kiss I love you like a pack of dogs One last kiss I need you like I need a gaping head wound

[cosmicseafoam]

Randy Moore on the Sunken Teeth Co live part2

part 1 about the drop here

These wont be super in order as I'm gonna try to group them

Dividers by @wrathofrats

He's in the middle of making a record so new music soon-ish

It's not a new band, he says this is a "Randy record"

It's being produced by his friend Henry Chadwick

They'll be in the studio this weekend to record more stuff

.

Someone said "I hope you're taking care of the Mothman enamel pin I gave you" and he said he transferred it from his jacket to a pin board in his room to keep it safe so he doesn't lose it

"Do you still have the Sunken Teeth Bracelet I gave you at the SLC show?" he said "Yes I do! Anything that anybody has ever given me, I still have and I cherish cherish cherish everything that people take the time to hand me and make. 🙏🏻 I'm very appreciative. You guys are awesome"

He was fucking around a bit with a delay to make voice effects and said "I'm just trying to add some production value, y'know, just a little something, know what I'm saying?"

At one point he did something with the delay pedal and then said "never mind that was dumb and I've embarrassed myself"

He's excited to see the new Nosferatu

He doesn't have a dog but wishes he did

He's from the Bay Area

He drinks sparkling water

He's been watching The Sopranos for the first time (he's on s6)

He hasn't seen Twin Peaks

He hasn't gone to Spirit Halloween yet because he thinks he should wait for Lucy to get back from tour so they can go together

He hasn't watched Longlegs because he's "been busy doing stuff"

He's playing with Sweet Gloom in Santa Ana and San Diego on the 9th and 10th of August

He hasn't watched Over The Garden Wall

He really liked the Danzig dance scene in Abigail

If he was to get a Nightmare Before Christmas tattoo it would be of the masks that the three kids wear to represent him and his siblings

Someone said bring the 'stash back, he said "I don't think so"

He hasn't been to a Rocky Horror shadow cast and the thought scares him cause he doesn't want people to touch him while he's watching the movie

Someone asked which chipmunk he is, he said his sister Alyssa dubbed him Simon, herself Alvin, and their brother as Theodore.

He's not doing any overseas gigs any time soon

He said he's trying to recharge creatively and physically

He's an Aries

He uses the Ernie Ball regular slinky 10-46 guitar strings in the green pack

Someone asked if he plays mermaids he said "of course"

If he was a muppet he'd be "The Count. Obviously"

He has not listened to BRAT

He mains Dry Bones on Mario Cart

He likes Halloween because he thinks the weather is nicer, he likes sweater weather

He's never watched Baywatch

He gets scared of walk-through haunted houses

He is not going on the next Alkaline Trio tour

He likes Sisters Of Mercy

He has 10 or 11 guitars

He's been playing guitar since he was 11 or 12.

He takes his coffee with lots of sugar but Lucy drinks hers black which he "could never"

He doesn't know what he's gonna be for Halloween

He's not watching IWTV

He wants to visit Salem and the cemeteries in New Orleans

He has paper bats strung up on his shelf and he said "The bats keep my record collection safe. From... the sun! Idk."

He hasn't watched the new Deadpool movie

He likes The Shining

.

"I'm a real vampire, it's confirmed"

"I can fit in your pocket. I can get in there, for sure. IIIIIII can get in that pocket"

Someone asked how tall he is and between questions he said "I'm 6 feet tall", "I'm LIKE 6 feet. I don't know what I am, I haven't measured myself since I was 12 so who cares", "I'm like 6ft on a good day. People shrink, fluctuate. Who cares. Who cares about anything", "Yeah I'm like 6 feet on a good day, it's not that big of a deal. 6 feet is like NOT that tall. Maybe? I don't know", "I'm ACTUALLY 7 feet tall. Let that be the takeaway from this." and finally "I'm two bats tall."

Someone in the chat said "Basically 6ft is not 6ft, why do men lie?" and he responded "I'm sorry. I'm just- I'm just a boy"

Favourites:

Vampire movie: The Lost Boys, he later mentions it was filmed in Santa Cruz which is close to where he lives and he hangs out at the bridge sometimes

Beatles song right now is "I'm looking through you"

Chappell Roan song: Red Wine Supernova

BoyGenius song: "probably Satanist" but he really likes the first EP a lot

The Strokes song: either The Adults Are Talking or Last Nite

Cryptid: Mothman

Newer horror movie: Nope by Jordan Peele

Tattoo of his: ballerina on a tightrope or the crocodile underneath her

He owns a first pressing of Goddammit by Alkaline Trio and it's his favourite record of all time

Someone asked him to rate the 1990s ninja turtle movie out of 100 and he said "It's probably 100, it's maybe my favourite movie"

He can't pick between Creature Of The Black Lagoon and Dracula, they're his two favourites from the Universal monsters

Dogs or cats? "Dogs"

Metallica album: Master Of Puppets

Misfits song: Night Of The Living Dead or "Astro Zombies is always a favourite" and he did specify Danzig Misfits

Spirit World song: ULCER

Dracula: Bela Lugosi

System Of A Down song: Toxicity

Guitar model: Fender Jaguar

Dead Kennedys song: Kill The Poor. He said Fresh Fruit For Rotting Vegetables is his favourite DK record.

He likes MCR, his fav album is Three Cheers and fav song is I'm Not Okay

Fall Out Boy song: Dance Dance

Fav song EVER: Sleepwalk by Santo & Johnny

Animal: Bats. No specifics, he said "I like 'em all!"

Alkaline Trio song from the new album: Shake With Me

Halloween candy: the pumpkin reeses cups

Concert: He saw Green Day do a secret show at Gilman Street which is a really small DIY venue

Thing about touring: he likes to see the friends he's made over the years cause he doesn't get to see them often

White Claw: Raspberry. He doesn't like Black Cherry so he gives those to Lucy

Cemetery he's visited: Hollywood Forever

AFI song: Fall Children

Zombie Film: Night Of The Living Dead

Horror movie actor: Boris Karloff, Bela Lugosi, Christopher Lee

Pokemon: he's a Charmander guy

Place to travel: "My bed. I love sleeping"

Food: Pizza. He said he's a pineapple on pizza guy.

Liv was in the chat and ask for a toy shelf tour

Pee-wee Dracula painted by Matt Skiba, given to Randy as a gift

He has a Green Day tour poster from when Dog Party (his gf Lucy’s band) opened for them and he said “super proud of Lucy, she’s the best”

Funkos: Rivers Cuomo, Dracula (which the lady at walgreens didn't charge him for), and Twenty One pilots but he's trying to get rid of his funko pops

He’s trying not to collect things anymore

Kiss Alive figures

Ozzy bark at the moon werewolf eating a mini brand ball taco

Ninja turtles 1990 movie figures

Fake ninja turtles ice cream

Alkaline trio Campbell soup cans from the my shame is true record

Metallica figurine setup

He thinks he has about 500 records on his shelf

Someone asked for a tattoo tour and he said "that would take too long" but he did show off his arm and speed run through some of them.

tooth

flower

moth

birds

crystal ball

rose through a heart

ballerina + crocodile

bats

skeleton

panther

scorpion

His first tattoo was a mermaid on an anchor on his upper arm. Her tail is "seafoam green" which he said is his favourite colour.

Most of his tattoos are in a traditional style, but he said he's "got some crazier ones" on his leg.

Ones he didn't specifically mention but that I've seen from photos:

a broken arrow

an astronaut lady

bats on his collarbones

portrait of a lady on the back of his arm

a few random roses scattered around

a large flower on his elbow

(what looks like) a rose inside a diamond with a straight razor underneath

(what looks like) a mummy/wrapped sarcophogus

Legs:

dagger and rose

Elvis TCB lightning bolt

a small flower with a smiley face in the center

creature from the black lagoon

[sneakyblinders]

highest bidder

A/N: an extra lil mini-fic for this week! a part of my tommy and his darling wife au! I take no credit for the gif!

1938

Tommy's mouth watered the instant he walked through the doors of the Shelby Manor that evening. Bee's blackberry filled cake. He nearly ran towards the kitchens, watch chain and keys jangling against his body. He heard the record player going, and the gentle hum of his wife's voice.

Leaning against the doorframe to the kitchen, she had the windows open, the warm spring breeze blowing through the otherwise stuffy kitchen in the basement of their home. Little birds would attempt to peak their heads in the cracked windows, the windows level with the lawn. She was barefoot, which he smiled at, taking special note of her legs. He bit his lip, mind running rampant with lustful thoughts. There was something about her in this element. This domestic element. It made his mind wander to what life would be like if--if they were normal. She turned around and let out a little gasp, her hand going to her chest. "I didn't see you!" she giggled. "You startled me!" she said as he stalked over to her, wrapping her in his arms, her back agains this chest as he pressed kisses to her neck. "It smells wonderful, Mrs. Shelby," he rasped in her ear. "It's for the children's bake auction," she tells him, and he deflates. "You awful woman," he says, nibbling at the shell of her ear. "You know that blackberry cake is my favorite." "I know, I know, I'm sorry, love. If we get more blackberries off the brambles, I'll make another one just for you," she tells him. "Mm," he mumbles, as she turns around to face him, her arms around his waist. "Can't wait that long," he smirks down at her as she reaches up on tip toes to kiss him. "Well too bad, Mr. Shelby!" she giggles, heading back to the sink, continuing to wash at the massive mound of dishes.

The next afternoon, Tommy and Bee arrived at William and Isabel's school. The private one that Tommy had finally been persuaded to allow them to attend. The twins quickly spotted their parents and ran over to them. "Mum! Did you bring the cake?" William asked, eyes wide. "Yes, Lovey, Daddy is putting it on the table, see?" she tells him, pointing to where Tommy was gently setting the cake down on the auction table behind the placard that read Bee Shelby--Blackberry cake. Isabel had found her father and was already worried that their cake wouldn't be the winner--meaning the one with the highest bid. Tommy knelt down next to his daughter. "Hey," he whispered. "Can I trust you with a secret?" Her eyes lit up. His heart melted in his chest--Isabel's eyes lit up the same way his wife's did when she was excited about something. "Yes, I'm a good secret keeper, Daddy!" she told him. "Well, I have it on good authority that your Mum's cake is going to have the biggest bid on it tonight," he whispered. "Because, you see, I happen to love that cake, and your mother, she was so mean," he said in jest, crinkling his nose and baring his teeth, making his little girl giggle. "She wouldn't let me have a bite, so!" He stood up, swinging Isabel in his arms. "I am going to make sure we win it, so we can take it home and eat it, hm?" Isabel threw her arms around his neck. He smiled. "Thank you, Daddy!" "Now remember, this is our secret! Don't tell Mummy, okay?" he reminded her. She nodded profusely, pressing a finger to her lips. "Our secret, Daddy."

At the end of the silent auction, all of the papers were collected. "What did you bid on?" Bee asked Tommy. He smirked. "It's a secret." The children were off playing with their friends while Tommy and Bee conversed casually with the parents. Most of the fathers hadn't attended, which left Tommy to be a bigger topic of conversation than he would've preferred to be. "Bee, really, it's so wonderful to see a man so invested in his children," one of the mothers said, batting her eyelashes at Tommy, who was not paying the slightest bit of attention, eyes scanning the room, searching for his children. "I am very lucky," Bee smiles at the woman, a hand on Tommy's thigh. His arm was draped around the back of his wife's chair, fingers gently touching her shoulders. "Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, if I could have your attention, please!" The headmistress, Miss Clark said into the microphone. Tommy sat up a little straighter, the anticipation nearly killing him. "We have the results of the highest bidder of tonights silent bake auction," the crowd was quiet. "The winner is, Mr. Thomas Shelby at one hundred pounds!" she nearly cried, eyes welling with tears.

Tommy could hear his children cheering from the back of the room. His wife's eyes widened as one of the teachers brought him his cake. "Thomas!" you scolded. "What my love?" he asked innocently, taking the cake plate from the teacher. "This is my favorite cake after all."

[chiefdirector]

Staging | Tim Bradford | The Rookie

Act Two| Chapter 30 | Chapter 31 | Chapter 32 | Chapter 33 | Chapter 34

27 Years Ago:

The dull flickering of the cheap lightbulb was the only source of light in the small living room of the rundown apartment. The tv, which had previously been the main output of light, had turned itself off hours ago. Normally, the light would have been turned off when the last person went to bed, the power bill was always far too high, so lights and appliances were always shut off.

The small apartment only housed four, the Matthews family. Thomas, Diane, and their eight-year-old twins, (Y/N) and Theo.. Both Thomas and Diane worked tirelessly, both taking a rotation of night-shifts so as to not leave the twins alone at night, but sometimes it couldn’t be helped, leaving one of the neighbours to check in on the young children.

(Y/N) had thought it to be one of those nights, she was alone, Theo had a sleepover. It was only twenty minutes prior that she heard rustling in the living room. It was the crashing against countertops and the clattering of metal that had woken her. Mrs Newman from across the hall was half-blind, so when she heard the banging around, (Y/N) had tried to go back to sleep but her attempts didn’t last long.

She could see the light creeping in from around her bedroom door. Her mother was always scolding her for leaving it on, so teddy-bear in hand, the young girl shuffled out of bed towards her door. Cracking it open, she peaked her head around to see if Mrs Newman had left only to find her father crumpled on the floor.

Teddy-bear still in hand, she moved over to her dad, trying to wake him up. She shook his shoulder, hoping the motion would bring him round. “Daddy. Daddy wake up!”

Pulling back from the still man, (Y/N) finally noticed that her hand had been touching something red and somewhat sticky. She tried to wipe it down her pyjama pants but the red stained her hand. Tears welling in her eyes, she tried waking her dad again. “Daddy, please. This isn't funny. Wake up!”

Her tear-filled pleas rippled through the room until the sound of the front door creaked open. Quickly, (Y/N) moved throughout the room to wrap her arms around her mother. Burying her head in her chest, (Y/N) hiccuped her words out. “Momma. It's dad. He won’t wake up.”

“What do you mean sweethe-” Diane Matthews said, her focus solely on her daughter until she looked up to see her husband’s bloodstained body crumpled on the floor. “Oh. Oh sweetheart. Go to your room. Stay there”

Without room to argue, Diane dropped her handbag and ushered the young girl back into her bedroom. The second the door closed, Diane rushed towards her husband, trying to find a pulse on his cold body. She knew that he was dead from the second she saw him, but she just had to check, just in case. 

Fighting back tears, Diane moved to grab the phone and call the police when she heard (Y/N)’s door open again. 

“(Y/N), I told you to stay.”

“I thought dad could use Teddy,” The girl looked down at the bear she was still clutching. “It makes me feel better when I'm sleeping.”

“Oh my sweet, sweet girl,” Diane moved to take the bear from her daughter, wiping the tears forming in the young girl's eyes. “Now back to bed, I’ll be there soon. Okay?”

“Okay, Momma. I love you.”

“I love you too sweetheart,” She replied but the bedroom door had already shut behind the girl.

—-

Now:

Nolan shuffled the papers between his hands, as he watched (Y/N) and Tim talk in the briefing room, trying to bide his time. Deep down he knew that he had to be truthful with her, and he knew that he would be, but he couldn't in good nature tell her what he had found without fact-checking it first.

The second (Y/N) left, he swooped in, speed walking to catch up with Tim. “Bradford, wait!”

Tim crossed his arms as he turned, not wanting to deal with whatever nonsense had sprouted from the bad luck charm which was the over-aged rookie. “Yes, Nolan. Be quick, me and Chen are hitting the streets soon.”

“I just need you to double-check this. I’m pretty sure I got it right but-”

“Give it here,” Tim snatched the paperwork from Nolan, cutting him off as he spoke. Quickly, he skimmed through the old case file, a cold case from the early 90’s. “What am I checking because clearly you didn’t write this?”

“Lopez asked me and Harper to run Sullivan’s post mortem injuries through the system. See if it was related to… anything. There was one match, this case. Someone broke into a home, murdered the victim and left without taking anything. Wounds match perfectly.” 

Tim looked up to the other man. “Right, so how is this correlated?”

Instead of responding, Nolan pointed to the name adorning the top of the file, before then directing Tim’s gaze to the relative’s and the witnesses. Quickly he read, and then reread the name. 

Tim swallowed as he processed the information. “It’s her. If that is what you were implying.”

“I thought as much. I wanted it vetted before I told the others. Just in case.”

“Good call Nolan. Grab Harper and tell Grey, I’ll call (Y/N) back to the station. Her and Lopez just left so they shouldn’t have made it far.”

“Will do.” Nolan nodded, turning on his heel to go find Harper. He didn’t make it far before he heard Bradford call him back.

“Nolan,” he said, voice steady and sincere, “thank you. You did the right thing.”

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The Truman and (Y/N) Show

Chapter 2: A New Morning

Please do not repost. Do not translate and repost. I do not own The Truman Show this is simply parody.

Word Count: ~1,500

Relationship: Truman Burbank x Reader; established

Warnings:

- Kidnapping (essentially)

- talks of schizophrenia

- Reader basically has a panic attack

- Truman also freaking out

- bad mother in law relationship

- briefly edited but not a lot

~~~

The next day both Truman and (Y/N) had a slow start to the day. Embraced in one another and talked about the new magazine Truman had picked up yesterday. She talked about her art. Even though they never spoke about the incident at the ferry pier, they never had to when they understood one another.

~

“Hello?” (Y/N) picked up their home phone after she had started making a late breakfast.

“(Y/N) I saw my dad!” It was Truman frantically whispering through the telephone.

“What? What are you talking about Truman?”

“Listen I can’t talk here meet me at my mothers and I’ll explain everything.”

“Okay just be safe love you.”

“I love you too.” They hung up. (Y/N) made toast to go and headed to Truman’s moms house.

~

After explaining what he saw. “Am I going insane?” He was sitting in front of his mom holding (Y/N)’s hand. She was rubbing her thumb back and forth across the backside of his hand.

“It doesn’t sound insane at all, Truman.” (Y/N) tried comforting him.

“Oh my dear I see him 10 times a week. In a hundred different faces. Why I almost hugged a perfect stranger in the salon last Thursday!” His mom stated.

“It was dad,” Truman urged. (Y/N) started rubbing his back. “I swear! Dressed like a- a homeless man, and you know what else was strange? A businessman and a woman with a little dog came out of nowhere and forced him onto a bus!” (Y/N) was concerned now and her interest peaked there was no way Truman was making this up.

“Well I’m glad they finally started cleaning the trash up downtown. Before we become like the rest of the country.” (Y/N) and Truman’s mom didn’t always get along.

“Well…” (Y/N) started to say, “they never found a body.” She shrugged her shoulders. Truman snapped his fingers at her. But his mother gave her a dirty look.

“Yes! See (Y/N) understands! Maybe somehow-“ Truman’s mom groaned. “Well if it wasn’t him then it was his twin! Did he have a brother?!” Truman had started to pace now.

“Truman, you know perfectly well that your father was an only child. Just like you.” Truman stops standing and goes to sit back down by (Y/N). “You both are just feeling bad because of what happened.” (Y/N) held in a scoff but was more than pleased to shoot daggers at her. “You two sailing off into that storm- I never blamed either of you-“ (Y/N) highly doubted that, “I don’t blame either of you now.” She patted Truman’s knee in a comforting manner.

~

After speaking with his mother, Truman took the day off and spent the day with (Y/N). Watching her paint and thinking. Both ended up in the basement looking at old memories: photos of Truman’s dad, a map to Fiji, and the cardigan Sylvia/Lauren had gifted (Y/N) before she was taken.

The scene transitions to Seahaven High. There (Y/N) is in the field with Sylvia/Lauren. Their chatting and then she catches eyes with Truman. Starring longingly at one another but looking away. “Do you like him?” Her friend asks,

“We’re childhood friends but it’s…been different lately with it being high school and all.” She nods in understanding.

“Well if you want,” she emphasizes, “you should ask him out.” (Y/N) shakes her head no in ernest, “Oh no no no he’s supposed to be with a cheerleader like Meryl and I’m supposedly supposed to end up with a guy like Marlon. At least that’s what my mom keeps telling me.” She shakes her head, “No-no (Y/N) forge your own path. You shouldn’t be forced to love someone you don’t.” (Y/N) gives a shy smile, “Thank you.”

~

The scene then changes to the school dance. (Y/N) ends up dancing with Truman. She took her friends advice and was thankful for it. She saw her across the dance floor and kept smiling at her. She was about to go over to her when men in suits talked to her and took her outside. (Y/N)’s concern was growing.

~

The scene then changes to the school library. Truman and (Y/N) are studying for their upcoming test. Meryl and Marlon are trying to get them to hang out. Of course being the good students they were and trying to get some alone time they didn’t go along. They were studying flashcards when (Y/N) noticed her friend.

“Hey!” (Y/N) scooted her chair over to Lauren’s.

“Oh hi (Y/N).” Lauren was looking around almost concerned.

“Are you okay Lauren? I saw you leave the dance.”

“I’m fine.” She tried reassuring her and waving her off. “But uh (Y/N) I-I’m not allowed to be friends with you anymore.” (Y/N) was panicked.

“What why?! You’re my best friend.” (Y/N) grasped her hands.

“Please (Y/N),” (Y/N) needed to know more and make sure her friend was safe. Maybe it was her dad or her mom stopping the friendship.

“Come with me. Please so we can talk.” She urged Lauren.

“Okay.”

They got up, (Y/N) telling Truman she’d be back. Lauren took her all over the place and out the door. They ran to their favorite spot on the beach. Lauren took off her cardigan and they ran down the sand dune. Making it act as a makeshift cape.

“(Y/N) they don’t want me to talk to you. We have so little time. Their watching us.”

“Please please tell me, tell me your safe. Whose they?” All of a sudden a car started racing down the sand dune.

“They’re here!”

“Who? Whose here? Your dad?”

“(Y/N) listen to me: everybody knows about you. Everybody knows about Truman. Trust Truman! Everybody knows everything you two do. They’re pretending, (Y/N),” Lauren was frantically grasping (Y/N)’s arms. “Do you understand?! Everybody’s pretending, everybody, except you and Truman!” She was urgent and rushing her words.

“L-Lauren I don’t understand!” (Y/N) held concern in her eyes for friend.

“No! No my names not Lauren! It’s Sylvia! My names Sylvia!!”

“Sylvia?”

“Yeah!” The car finally reached them and her dad stepped out.

“Lauren, sweetheart, not again.” Again?

“Who are you?” (Y/N) questioned.

“I’m her father.” (Y/N) never met Lau-Sylvia’s father before but this man didn’t act like a father should.

“I’ve never seen this man before in my life!” Sylvia was clutching on to (Y/N). (Y/N) was ready to risk it all and have them rush back to the school. The man started to take Sylvia away from her.

“Hey! Hey wait a minute!”

“(Y/N) listen to me everything I’ve told you is the truth!” She picked up sand and put it in (Y/N)’s hands. “It’s all fake! The sand, sky, the sea- it’s all a set! For you and Truman! It’s all a show! Everybody’s watching both of you! Please don’t listen to him. He’s gonna lie to you! They’re watching us now!” Sylvia had been put into the car by her “dad”.

“Hey let her go!” (Y/N) pushed the man and tried to go for the door of the car. The man quickly stood in front of the car door, “Schizophrenia! She suffers from schizophrenia! We’ve tried everything shock therapy, hypnosis-“ a horn was being honked by Sylvia.

“You’re not the first. She brings all her so called friends down her and does the same act.” The man got into the car. Sylvia leans over the man to the open window towards (Y/N).

“Get out of here- both of you. Come and find me!” She urgently whispers.

“We’re going to Fiji!” Her “father” states. There were tears in (Y/N)’s eyes. They drove off. (Y/N) was panicking, she picked up the red cardigan out of the sand, she ran to the nearest phone booth and called 911. Explaining the whole situation to them. She then ran home and called Truman asking him to come over. She was distraught at losing her best friend. She clutched the cardigan and layed down on Truman’s lap. He rubbed her back listening to it all.

~

Audience memeber 1: “why didn’t she just follow her to Fiji?”

Audience memeber 2: “Truman’s mom got really sick and so did her dad. She couldn’t leave any of them. She’s so kind. Maybe she’s too kind.”

Audience memeber 1: “How did she cope?”

Audience Memeber2: “she fell into her paintings. That’s how she got so good. A lot of people think it’s so she can replicate the one she lost. And Truman was her landline as well.”

Their boss walks up behind them.

“Excuse me. Come on, Sal. We’ve already got this on the greatest hits tape.”

Audience member 1: “Can I borrow that?”

~

The scene switches back to Truman and (Y/N) in the basement. (Y/N) thinking about Sylvia and looking off into the distance. Rubbing her thumb across the cardigan as she held it close to her chest. Truman starts unpacking the magazine pieces for her. Going through the pieces together, she finally finds the pair of eyes of her best friend. Sylvia and (Y/N) weren’t ones to take photos together- (Y/N) being camera shy. She regretted not taking photos more. But her art was a way to find Sylvia whether that be trying to paint her or making a collage. She had to find Sylvia- they both did- they needed answers. They needed Fiji.



[luvlyycy]

twin😋 we need to see Ed's cultural shock when he goes clubbing in america, it's 2000s night at the club, with his chubby reader. She's shaking her hips and twerking in the crowd of people and Ed can't help but to stare. Imagine if Ed has a problem with the idiot standing next to her bc he grabs her hips. I wanna see some bump and grind in the club😋

Bonus points if reader is wearing low rise pants/skirt and a thong. extra bonus points if reader has hipdips. (i fucking love hipdips) you get a brownie point if the thong song starts playing😋😋🫶🏼

DID I GET ALL THE POINTS??? ALSO I LOVE U FOR THIS IDEA THANKKSKSSSS RRRRAAGGGGG (theres no explicit smut in this but its vv suggestive i also recommend listening to the songs featured in the fic when they play cus it works lmao) enjoyyyy <3

Ed stifles a tiny yelp, his arm around your waist as he watches many individuals grind against each other in what seems like dancing, multiple girls bumping into his broad chest.

"are they all like this?" he yells over the bumping music, still astonished by your clothes, you giggle into him and nod yes as his finger dips underneath the thong peaking through your skirt. Ed makes a shocked face before laughing due to nervousness, he looks up again at all the people noticing the 2000's theme.

he finally realizes why you had him dress this way— white tanktop with black wings drawn on the back, along with baggy jeans, simple black bracelets adorning his wrists, silver chain around his neck.

the song 'peaches and cream' slowly coming to an end, fading into the next track on the songlist.

"....this song right here, is lettin' all the ladies know what guys talk about." the singer begins in the song, and Ed watches your face light up, handing your drink to him.

"this is my fucking song, Ed !!" you excitedly cheer, running onto the dance floor— putting a considerable amount of stress into Ed's soul because he thought your skirt was gonna ride up too high over your ass.

he stares at your body as you lift your arms in the air, swaying your hips to the bump of the beat, girls beside you cheering you on. he's quite literally in a trance, watching the soft bounce of your belly and the dips on your hips practically making hearts in his eyes.

you're even singing along with the song, "lemme see that thooonnngg !!! —" you yell a little more than you sing, back arching so you shake your plump ass, multiple girls mimicking slapping it.

what is with america? are all girls like this? what kinda club is this? he frowns when he notices all the guys looking at you, your sparkly lip gloss glistening in all the bright lights. you turn to him and call him on the dance floor, but he psyches himself out as he looks where you are—

men and women grinding against each other as if they were horny teenagers, all dressed with the same theme as well. he softly shakes his head 'no', he wasn't much of a dancer anyway. you tilt your head in confusion but continue to dance your heart out.

suddenly, a random guy wraps his hands around your waist, sliding against your soft tummy, resting on your hips. you turn back, expecting to see your boyfriend— seeing a mediocre man compared to who you belonged to. he smiles politely as he begins to dance along with you, hips rolling into your behind to the song. Ed's face contorts with anger as he slams both of your drinks onto the counter, non-alcoholic unlike the stupid asshat in front of him.

Ed stomps over, upper lip twitching upward similar to Balrog when he gets angry. he places his hand flat on the guy's shoulder, causing him to jump— Ed leans closer, head tilting upwards as he looks down at the brown-haired idiot.

"fuck ya doin', hah? can't keep your greasy hands to yourself?" he's close enough to where he doesn't have to raise his voice too much so the guy can hear him. he listens to the guy stutter, hands immediately being thrown up in surrender, "i-i didn't see you, man. i swear!" Ed lets out a soft 'tch' before just simply pushing the dude back, causing him to stumble into his friends— eyes softening as he looks back at you.

you look up at him, smiling before giggling out, "what a weirdo, right?" you lean closer so he can hear you— "yeah, he's an asshole for sure." .

suddenly, the song switches— beat slow as it starts out, "....welcome to my sex room...." Ed laughs at the audacity of the lyrics before you begin to grind on him to the slow beat, his hands flying to your hips— carressing the way your skin dips.

you turn around and grind your ass on his crotch, back arching as you place your hands on your knees— ass swaying side to side. Ed licks his teeth as he grinds into you as well, hand running down your back as he leans backwards to get a better view of you— his other hand dipping underneath your showing thong.

man, you gotta take him to more clubs.

[greatcheshire]

Whats your recommended watching order for Twin Peaks, do you skip any of season 2?

I personally skip parts of season 2, yes, but I’ve also seen the show all the way through several times and don’t want to put myself through all that again. For new watchers, I usually recommend watching up until season 2, episode 9 then reading up on what happens in between that and the season finale and then watching the season finale for season 2. Then Fire Walk With Me. Then The Return. I only recommend watching Bad Peaks episodes for those who want the full experience or who are just really brave because it gets pretty fucking wonky.

[noonewilleverknowistealkneecaps]

I’ve been watching Twin Peaks - The Missing Pieces on Youtube recently, where the moments that didn’t make it to the final cut are featured.

The “Goodnight Lucy” scene, is so wholesome and dear to me guys. Just interaction between Harry, Lucy and Andy, yes, i want to see more of that.

The police department of this small town is truly something (the best workplace and colleagues you could ever ask for).

[specialagentlokitty]

McGee x reader - approval

McGee x Tony's twin Reader - Reader and McGee go on a date but McGee doesn't realise who Reader's brother is until Tony finds out - @mxacegrey 💜

Sitting at the small table, you smiled as you watched the nervous man walk over and you laughed a little as he fumbled with his chair before taking a seat.

“Timothy calm down, it’s okay.” You laughed softly.

He smiled sheepishly and nodded his head.

“Sorry.. I.. I. Don’t do this much..” he mumbled.

You reached over and placed your hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“You’re doing great, just breathe.”

He nodded and took a few deep breaths to calm himself down before the pair of you settled into a light conversation.

Once his nerves had washed away, he started to grow a little more confident but he kept it respectful for you.

You guys had dinner and you’re ere wondering the mall, hands brushing against each other as you looked for something else to do since the evening was still young.

“Hey you ever played arcade games?”

“Yeah, I used to.” Tim nodded.

“Wanna play some?” You beamed.

Looking at your smile, he couldn’t help but say yes. Your smile had that affect on him, the moment he saw it he couldn’t help but agree to whatever you were planning.

Whether it was something nice and relaxing, or something so absurd he was sure you’d make a great government agent, Timothy McGee just couldn’t say no to you.

“Oh my brother is staying with me by the way, so when he drop me off he might be there but you can just ignore him.” You smiled.

“Right I still haven’t met your brother yet…” he mumbled.

“Don’t worry he’s harmless honestly.” You smiled.

You had told him a bit about your family but not, you explained you were distant from them since you lived with your moms side of the family while your twin brother stayed with your dad.

Tim turned his attention back to you on the game and smiled, resting his arms on the back of the chair you were sat on as he watched.

You were amazing at racing games, he was brilliant at shooting games, but anything in between you both sucked at.

After a few more hours of playing games, you both decided it was time to head home, and like the gentleman Tim was he drove you home and walked you up to your apartment.

“Wanna come in for a bit? I’ve got some books I want to show you.” You smiled.

“Sure, I’d like that.” He smiled back.

You led him in and hung up his jacket before leading him into the living room and telling him to wait there.

While he was waiting, he heard someone walked over and turned around only to jump up when he saw who it was.

“McNerd? What’re you doing here?” Tony asked.

“I’m waiting for my partner, why’re you here?”

“Apartment works.”

Tim blinked before finally putting two and two together.

“You’re (Y/N)s brother?!” He whisper yelled.

Tony blinked, still trying to piece it together, which in his tired state was taking a lot longer than he would’ve liked to admit, but he finally realised what was going on.

“Oh my god… you’re dating my twin?!”

Both men freaked out a little bit before calming down.

Tony walked over, putting Tim in a headlock as he pulled him into a different room and let him go.

“You’re the one they’ve been seeing a few times a week?” Tony asked.

“Yes! Where else do you think I’ve been going!?”

“I don’t know, some geek thing?!”

Both of them were freaking out, neither of them had put it together before.

Tim was freaking out he was dating his friends twin, and Tony was freaking out you were dating his geeky coworker.

After a moment Tony peaked his head out and hold a finger up to you telling you to wait there.

Closing the door again, he turned to Tim.

“Don’t kill me…”

“Relax McGee, I’m not gonna kill you. If I’m being honest there isn’t anyone better I could ask to date them.” Tony sighed.

Tim blinked a little a little.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah I mean come on, you’re a federal agent. I know you’ll look after them, now get out there.”

Tony pushed Tim out the door before following behind him, making his way back the way he had originally came from and Tim sat next to you.

He looked at you rambling on about the books and he smiled to himself.

You and Tony were so different, and he was glad he had your brother’s approval which was hard to get he knew that for a fact.

Listening to you going on about one of the books, and simply just sat there admiring you