#also pause he literally has the same last name as jack from the shining hello???

[afterschoolcrewz]

ok so based on his actors instagram comments, brad definitely has some sort of villain arc coming up perhaps in relation to his dynamic with bobby. peter krause also teased that there were more hotshots stuff in the next few episodes, but didn’t necessarily say that it was about bobby working on the hotshots set either, and based on the “welcome back c-“ sign we saw that we now 100% know isn’t for gerrard, bobby’s going to be coming back to the 118 sooner or later. so what i’m thinking is that brad is going to become obsessed with living the authentic firefighter lifestyle, perhaps staging a bunch of accidents on set so that he can rush in and save the day kind of like jonah in s5, but when bobby leaves he no longer has has the external validation he wants so badly.

i think that he’s going to target somebody that bobby’s close to, and considering the fact that he only really saw bobby interacting with athena and buck, i feel like buck in his mind is going to be the easiest choice for him, seeing that he knows athena is a police sergeant that could easily catch onto him doing something behind the scenes if he isn’t careful around her. so after bobby leaves, he starts stalking buck and trying to figure out a way to get him in danger that he can take the credit for (this would tie into the halloween episode desc. of scary decorations) before deciding that the easiest and most glamorous way to go about it is setting his loft on fire and rushing in to save him. the only issue is that brad’s never actually been in a real fire, and this time he doesn’t have bobby around to back him up, so he messes up and in a panic he calls bobby to alert him that buck’s in danger, because i don’t think he’s the intentionally sadistic type like jonah was, i think his character is moreso likely to think he’s doing the “right thing” until it’s too late, and that’s when he panics.

this is going to end on a cliffhanger of the 118 rushing to save buck, and that’s where we have the break on the week of 10/31 as people theorize on what’s going to happen next. this would also tie in with episode title of masks, in this case one of the masks being the put together/badass facade that brad puts on.

[tea-and-theater]

Beyond Tomorrow

Ok so this is literally a slave AU featuring Katherine as Nellie Bly

let me know if anything’s offensive or just complete crap or if you have questions

Oh this also has my OC, Moon, and she’s a little confusing

If people actually like her I’ll do more with her, so dont be afraid to ask

Slaves are considered by many to be the bottom rung on the ladder of society, so low that they are even considered property, not people. Many elites look upon them as uncultured, backstabbing, and even ruthless. I’ve grown up my whole life hearing this, and I decided to see for myself if it was true. I went undercover for twenty-eight days, becoming a slave of Mr. Snyder, who is often regarded as owning some of the most violent and ruthless slaves. To ensure my safety, I was accompanied by my personal guards, Jack Kelly and Albert DaSilva, who would watch me from afar, unseen by anyone except myself. The aforementioned guards and two of my best friends, who wish to remain anonymous, were the only people who knew I was undercover, in order to ensure that I was receiving the same treatment as any other slave, and not being shielded from the truth in any way.

To start my journey, two of my allies and close friends gifted me to Mr. Snyder….

“You said she has never been a slave before?” Snyder asked Darcy, eying me up and down with a look in his eye that unsettled me.

“That's correct, sir. She was just sold to me yesterday. As soon as I realized she was inexperienced, I decided to bring her to you. I thought you might like the project, she's still quite rebellious.” Darcy clarified.

“You say that like you know me, young man,” he challenged, a menacing glint in his eye.

“Your reputation precedes you, Mr. Snyder,” Darcy replied coolly, even though I could tell he was terrified.

“Well, you were correct. I do love a challenge,” he laughed, sending shivers down my spine. He rose, dusting himself off, before dismissing Darcy by saying, “Very well, I accept your gift. You may leave,” and shooting him that menacing glare. Darcy nodded, sparing me one last glance, which clearly read, I don't like what you're doing, but good luck, then turning and leaving. Snyder watched him go, his cold eyes glittering, before ringing a bell on his desk. A small boy with dark hair and large brown eyes scurried into the room, a broom within his grasp.

“Yes, Master Snyder?”

“This one is new,” He gestured to me, “put it to work.”

“Yes Master Snyder, “ the boy walked over to me, dragging the broom behind him. He grasped my arm tightly, but not tightly enough to leave a bruise. I followed him out of the room, his grip on my arm loosening as soon as we left Snyder's sight.

“Well hello, hello beautiful,” he said turning to me and winking, “and what would your name be, gorgeous?” I decided to play along as I thought another slave might.

“Katherine,” I replied simply.

“Katherine, he echoed, “A beautiful name for a beautiful lady.” I kept my face neutral, opting to reply. “And I suppose your name is Romeo?” I deadpanned. He gave me a look of pure confusion. “How’d ya know my name?”

“Lucky guess,” I deadpanned. He looked at me strangely, then began to chatter on about something, which I quickly tuned out.

After a few eons of tuning out Romeo’s chatter, he stopped walking, causing me to crash into him and trip, almost hitting the floor before he caught me. I looked up at him and he waggled his eyebrows, making a mock kissing face at me. I abruptly stood up and pushed him away, then heard an amused voice say; “Romeo, stop flirting.” I looked up to see an extremely pale girl with dark black hair looking at me with shockingly deep black eyes.

“You new here?” she asked me. I nodded.

“You've never been a slave before,” she said, not phrasing it as a question. I nodded again, not sure what to make of this girl. The girl hummed thoughtfully.

“I'll take it from here, Rome.”

Romeo bowed dramatically, sweeping off his filthy cap, “Anything for our fearless leader.” The girl rolled her eyes, and Romeo turned to me, taking my hand and kissing it lightly. “Farewell, my sister, fare thee well. The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort: fare thee well,” with that he scampered away, while I stared after him, amazed and confused. How did such a young slave have such an extensive knowledge of a genius like Shakespeare?

“Can you sew?” the girl asked, quickly regaining my attention.

“Yes,” I replied, more confident than before. She nodded, gesturing for me to follow her. I quickly fell in step before deciding to ask.

“I never caught your name.”

The girl laughed slightly before replying, “ I never threw it,” she paused slightly, “I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

“Katherine.”

“Well Katherine, I’s Moon.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“Of course it is.” I huffed slightly, really hoping that the slaves weren't all this arrogant.

After walking a little further in silence, Moon stopped at a plain, brown door, opened it, and gestured for me to enter. I walked in, and was met with scattered colored fabrics, dull blues, vibrant blues, rich reds, and forest greens. I even spotted a few fabrics that looked like they were made of shining golds and shimmering silvers. Sitting in the middle of the beautiful mess was a boy with brown hair, his face screwed up in concentration as he rapidly stitched something that appeared to be a pair of pants.

“Hey Buttons, “ Moon said, causing the boy to look up at us. He set his sewing aside and replied with a small ‘hey’ and a cheery wave. Moon picked her way through the beautiful fabrics, before having a whispered conversation with him. After a few minutes, she clapped his shoulder and picked her way back across the room.

“Katherine, this is Buttons, he's our tailor. You'll be helping him for now,” With that she turned and left, closing the door behind her. I turned back to Buttons, who smiled brightly at me.

“Hi, Katherine! Have you ever made suits before?” I nodded, remembering my many sewing lessons. He beamed at me.

“Great! Can you finish sewing these pants for me? It’s an eighth-inch seam,” He handed me the pants he had been sewing, and I began to expertly stitch the fabric together.

My fingers were numb and bleeding slightly by the time we were dismissed to leave and return to our cabin for the night. As Buttons and I finished putting everything away for the night, he noticed the condition my poor fingers were in. He pulled a small pot of what looked like a salve and unscrewed the cap.

“This'll help your fingers,” he explained as he reached for my hand. I allowed him to take it, and he gently applied it to the pads of my fingers. I could feel the pain starting to ease as he wrapped some bandages around my hand.

“Thank you,” I said sincerely once he had finished. He just shrugged, then led me through the halls and out to a decent-sized cabin that looked slightly out of repair. It was there I was introduced to the other slaves.

The slaves are treated horribly. They all live crammed together in a single cabin, which could use quite a few repairs. The food I was given was atrocious, stale bread that you could barely bite into, and a small boiled potato. The other slaves told me that they would be given meat on rare occasions, such as before the harvest, in order to build their strength. However, despite the atrocious living conditions, they still manage to remain hospitable, caring, and keep each other safe.

You can see an amazing bond between all the slaves mere seconds after you meet them. They are similar to a huge family, where the older teach the younger, and if you are in need, someone will provide the best they can. One of the best examples I can think of is the secret place they flock to after curfew, where they all make sure everyone is provided for….