#always a bit of Peter Murphy in there

[writing-for-life]

Dream—Vince Locke

[wh0re43van]

Sparks (Evan Peters X Reader)

Summary: You’re a set director on American horror story’s Freakshow. Evan has been trying to convince you to ‘smoke and chill’ for months, but you’ve always rejected him in fear of jeopardizing your job. After a particularly stressful shoot, Evan finally convinces you to spark with him.

Warnings: intense smut, face fucking, choking, drug use.

Word count: 3k

A/n: This is my first time writing in awhile so I’m bit rusty

"Hey y/n I just re-upped,” Evan announces as he walks up behind me.  “He's got the best homegrown around and It's cured perfect every time. Come to my place tonight and I'll let you sample," He offers as he slips an arm around my shoulder. "You don't even have to match, just give me something else in return," he says lowly in my ear. My heart skips a beat and my cheeks blush red. Evans been blatantly flirting with me since we started shooting. It's been my own personal hell having to reject such a perfect man because its 'not professional to have personal relations with the cast'.

"Evan," I sigh as I look up at his dark eyes. "I honestly would love to-" he cuts me off.

"Then consider it y/n," he simply states. I smile at him. I have to admit that he's starting to wear me down

"Evan, I have to finish my walk through before the shooting starts" I turn back to the counter to consult my mockup. He backs up and leans against the wall.

"I’ll just keep you company then," he grins.

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•

‘Fuck’ I curse internally as I run from a very angry Mr. Murphy. One of my idiot crew members forgot to do their only job and set out the menus for the next scene. We’re an hour behind on filming and we’re only here for three days. The director is pissed to say the least.

I throw open the door to the storage room and start ripping open boxes. I swear I'm going to lose every last ounce of sanity I have left. We started shooting two hours ago and I've rolled my ankle, got broken glass stuck in my hand, and of course, been bitched at constantly.

"Did you find them?" Evan questions as he closes the door behind him.

"What?" I ask, not processing what he's saying as I rip haphazardly through every single cardboard box in this room, brown paper flying everywhere.

"Did you-" He begins to repeat, then pauses. I feel him grab my arm gently, stopping my whirlwind of motion. "Y/N," he says calmy.

"What Evan?" I snap at him. I can feel the stress dripping out of every pore of my body. Turns out stress smells a lot like sweat. Evan jumps a bit at my tone, then simply points his 'lobster claw' to a box of pink menus that I opened without even realizing it. I was so stressed and overwhelmed I didn't even realize I found the goddamn menus four boxes ago.

I groan and lay my head on Evans chest.

"I'm such a fucking stupid idiot." I mumble his white shirt, feeling tears well up in my eyes. Evan chuckles and clumsily lifts my chin up with his makeup bound hands. His smile immediately drops when he sees my face.

"Hey y/n don't cry," he coos, his voice laced with concern.

"Evan I'm losing my mind," I sniffle as he pulls me into a hug.

"You know what you need?" He asks I shake my head 'yes.'

"A blunt." We both say in unison. I feel his cheek stretch into a smile against mine, proud of himself for finally convincing me.

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My hand shakes as I ring the doorbell to Evans hotel room.

“Ma’ Lady,” Evan bows as he opens the door for me. What a dork.

“Thank you good sir,” I attempt a curtsy as I walk in. I guess were both dorks.

We chuckle as he latches the door behind me.

“Right this way,” he ushers me to his balcony looking over the city. I step out onto the cool concrete, hearing Heaven Beside You by Alice in Chains playing. There's two bean bag chairs set up with a bundle of blankets on each one. Purple and white string lights hang all around the ceiling and railing of the small balcony.

“Wow Evan, this is really cool. I’m impressed with how you spend your free time,” I admit, sitting down in one of the chairs, pulling a blanket into my lap.

“Actually,” he sits down in the chair beside me as he picks up the rolling tray. “I’ve never done this before. I set all of this up as soon as I got home,” he chuckles.

“I don’t even know what to say,” I tell him honestly. I’m dumbfounded. This might seem like a small gesture, but this is one of the sweetest things anyone’s done for me. He went out of his way just for me.

“Then don’t say anything. Just grab me that bong,” he grins, pointing to the glass sitting on the ground next to the door. I stand up and bend over to pick up the simple clear bong, feeling Evans gaze burn into the back of me. When I hand him the piece, I get close enough to his face to see that his eyes are already glossy.

“Evan Peters,” I tisk. “did you start with out me?” I ask putting my hand to my chest in faux offense.

“I was a little nervous, I’ve been waiting for this for so long… I was scared if I was sober I’d mess it up,” he admits. His pale cheeks tinting pink.

“I’m flattered,” I smile. He opens the metal grinder sitting on his lap and begins to pack the bowl. “but it is rude to start a sesh before your guest arrives.” He hands me the packed bong.

“Well how’s bout you get this all to yourself and we call it even,” he wagers. I take the bong with a smile, accepting his offer. As I put the cool glass to my lips, I reach for the lighter on Evans thigh, but he snatches it, looking me in the eyes as he flicks the zippo, igniting a hot bright flame that he circles around the bowl. He begins to pull the flame away, but I grab his hand to hold the light in place for a couple more seconds. His eyes widen a bit and he smiles.

“Damn I’m glad I didn’t want any,” he chuckles, finally pulling away to spark his own joint. I pull the stem and inhale the milky smoke sharply, holding it in my lungs for bit before exhaling slowly. The smoke clouds around my face before a small gust of wind disperses it.

“Yeah, me to,” I grin softly as Evan takes another hit off his joint. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but with the past few weeks I’ve had, I’m goanna need a lot more than some weed to recover from all this stress,” I take another hit and lay my head back in the soft chair, finally feeling my muscles relax as the golden light flows through every nerve of my body. I turn my head and open my heavy eyes to look up at Evan.

“Wow that is bad,” he says, staring at something in the distance. I take this moment to truly admire the man beside me. The purple lights cascade onto his sharp features, violet pin pricks reflect in his coffee-colored eyes. The wind blows his loose brown curls around on his forehead as a rough hand holds the paper filter up to his pink lips. The end of the cone glows crimson as his chest rises, taking in a hit of hot smoke. Evan looks down at me to finish his thought. Had I been sober, I would have quickly looked away. But right now, nothing could tear my eyes from this perfect image in front of me. Evans’ eyes lock into mine as he releases the smoke slowly out through his mouth and nose. “Y/n, I-“ he begins, but before he can finish, I sit up and pull his face into mine. Gently kissing him, the smell of smoke mixed with his cologne is intoxicating all on its own. He tenses for a moment, processing what had just happened, before putting his hand on my back to bring me closer.

“I’m sorry,” I pull away suddenly feeling embarrassed for being so forward. Evan looks at me with wide eyes and flushed cheeks for a second before furrowing his brow,

“Are you kidding me,” ashes fall from his joint onto his pants, reminding him of its presence. He takes small drag before finishing. “That’s all I’ve wanted since the moment I saw you.” I smile at his confession. He holds the joint to my lips offering me a hit. We hold eye contact as I pull the smoke into my mouth, then to my lungs. “You’re beyond beautiful y/n,” he compliments. I lean into kiss him, shot gunning the smoke to him. He kisses hard and inhales the smoke as if it’s his last breath. He sits the joint in the ash tray then puts his hand on the back of my head, gently but firmly, so I don’t pull away this time, Evan exhales the smoke though his nose, so he doesn’t have to break the kiss. I clumsily crawl into his lap to straddle him, and his hands instinctively grab my ass. The heat from his hands warming me through the thin fabric of my leggings. I feel hungry, starving for more and more of him. As my knees sink into the soft chair around him, I begin to grind my hips against his.

“Evan,” I breath out, begging to feel more of his skin on mine. He looks at me with lust filled eyes and kiss bruised lips as I begin to lift his shirt up. He grabs my hand gently.

“Let’s go inside, darling,” he whispers. “You never know if one of those creeps are near by.” He looks around, checking for paparazzi. I was puzzled for a second, before remembering Evans’ status. I nod and climb off him. He stands, his dark jeans tented at the crotch and his white t-shirt rising and falling quickly on his chest. He grabs my hand to guide me inside.

“Can’t forget this,” I grin, stopping to grab a fresh blunt and the zippo. He chuckles as I spark the cone. He pulls me into his lounge, locking the door and closing the blinds. After I had a few hits, I hand the joint to Evan as I sit down on the leather couch.

“We don’t have to do anything more than this if you don’t want y/n,” he almost whispers through the smoke, sitting down next to me. I look into his desperate eyes as he hands me the warm paper.

“Please,” I inhale. “Please Evan I need you,” I beg the stoned man in front of me. With that, in one swift move, he takes the cone from my hand, putting it on the side table ash tray, removes his shirt and smashes his lips to mine, laying me down on the sofa. His kisses trail from my lips to my ear. Grabbing my throat gently he whispers. “You have no idea how desperate I am for you,” all I can do is moan in response my brain too high off THC and lust to form a coherent thought. His kisses continue trailing down my neck as his fingers work with the buttons on my black flannel. He smiles like a child when he sees that I have nothing underneath the warm button up. His mouth quickly drops to one breast swirling his warm tongue around as his hand massages my other breast, sending me into a fit of pleasure. After giving the same treatment to the other side, he rips off my leggings. He grabs the waistband of my thong. “May I?” he asks with heavy bloodshot eyes.

“Please,” I nod. He wastes no time removing the flimsy fabric and spreading my already trembling legs. He dips a long finger into my heat, groaning at how slick I already am.

“All this, just for me?” He licks the fluid off his finger, just to dip it back inside of me and out once more. “Have a taste baby,” he reaches his finger up and I close my mouth around it, licking seductively, making sure to keep eye contact.

“Fuck,” he whispers to himself. “Good girl,” he praises with a kiss on my nose. He quickly dips his head back down, licking from my entrance up to my clit, sucking and licking with expertise, earning a loud moan and a string of profanities from me. I quickly feel my orgasm building in my stomach, but its not enough.

“Evan, I need you to fuck me, please,” I whimper. He pulls his head up, his mouth and chin shimmering. I definitely didn’t need to ask twice. He jumps up dropping his pants and boxers allowing his perfect cock to spring free, giving himself a few good pumps. I shiver at the sight. Evan dips his head down to my core one last time, giving me a kiss then allowing a trail of warm spit to drip down and trickle to my entrance. The sight is enough to make me melt into this sticky leather couch. Evan lines his length up with me, pulling my hips up and guiding me onto his dick. Slowly filling me, stopping halfway in allowing me to adjust, but I don’t want it. I buck my hips forward, making him bottom out immediately. A string of curses leaves both our lips as he pokes at my stomach from the inside. He begins thrusting quickly, taking the hint that I’m not  wanting to make love tonight. Evans’ toned body begins to shimmer with sweat as he brings a strong hand to my throat squeezing the sides, making me just lightheaded enough to intensify the pleasure. He looks down at me, biting his lip, as he watches my face contort in pleasure from what he’s doing to me. The louder I moan, the harder he pounds into me. My breathing starts to hitch with each thrust as I clench around him.

“Evan I’m going to-” before I can finish my sentence, he pulls out completely, making me groan from the sudden empty feeling. I curse and open my mouth to question him.

“Turn over,” he demands as he stands up. I obey and begin to shift on the couch. “hands and knees.” He specifies, slapping me hard on the ass, I cant help but giggle as the sting lingers on my sweaty skin. I prop myself up on my forearms on the arm of the couch and spread my legs, wiggling my ass a bit as wait for Evan to fill me back up.

“Your body is so perfect,” he says as grabs and kisses my ass before I feel him line himself up again, quickly thrusting in to satisfying the ache in the empty space he left behind in my stomach. Once he finds his rhythm, I feel his hand snake around my throat and the other around my torso as he pulls me flush against him. My shoulders press against his as I arch my back. In this new potion, he hits my g spot perfectly.

“Shit Evan! Yes please,” I pant. “just like this. Please fuck me just like this! Don’t stop,” I plead as I squeeze his strong arms that are wrapped around me. Even groans lowly at the praise.

“I need you to cum y/n,” he whispers in my ear, reaching down to rub circles on my clit. “Can you do that for me, gorgeous?” All I can do is moan and nod my head ‘yes’. His thrust propels me towards my orgasm as I scream out profanities. “That’s it, good girl,” his hot breath moans into my ear laced with the smell of stale smoke. I curl my toes and grip his forearms with all my force, leaving nail marks as my whole body tenses, then releases in pleasure.

“Evan I’m cumming!” My screams and the sound of our skin slapping together fill the room. “Fuck you make me feel so good,” I whimper as he begins to slow down his thrusts, allowing me to ride out my high.

“Good job baby,” he pulls out, pumping himself. “now get on your knees. Open your mouth.” I quickly obliged. I drop down and look up at him. The sight of his heaving, glistening chest and his brown curls sticking to his red sweaty face is enough to make me orgasm all over again. He reaches his veiny arm down and pulls my hair into a ponytail and. I happily open my mouth for him as he gently taps his rock hard tip on my lips, I moan quietly as he begins to slowly thrust in my face. I take it upon myself to press his dick as far as I can down my throat, gagging as my nose touches his abdomen.

“Holy fucking shit baby,” he pants out, now fucking my face. It doesn’t take long before he’s twitching in my deep in my throat and the salty pre cum drips into my mouth. “That’s it baby, fuck,” he swears as he grips my hair so hard I can feel a few strands snapping. It takes all of my strength to pull my head a away.

“Cum on my face, please Evan,” I gasp for breath, looking up at him with tears running from my pink eyes, as thick strands of spit string from my lips to his perfect dick. With a few pumps, and his death grip still on my hair, I open my mouth and hum in satisfaction as he releases his strings of hot liquid all over my face. He groans and curses, finally releasing my hair.

“Fuck y/n,” he sighs, looking down at the beautiful mess he’s created on my face. He brings his thumb to my mouth scooping up some of his cum and bring it to my lips. I smile around his thumb, lapping up all the liquid. “I can’t believe how beautiful you are,” he looks at me with such strong admiration in his eyes, I can’t help but blush as I lay my head into the hand he puts on my cheek. “Lets get you into the shower,” he begins guides me to the bathroom but I stop him.

“Don’t you want a cigarette first” I offer, grabbing the menthols from my flannel pocket. He grins. “Well, I’m not going to ever turn down a cigarette after sex that good,” he looks at the state of my face again. “But let me at least wipe off your face first. It’s the least I could do.” I giggle as he walks over to get a wet rag. This is absolutely worth risking my job for.

[strangerquinns]

So in recent interviews Evan has said how dahmer took a toll on him mentally, so can I maybe request the reader helping him out of that? Being the light in all of the dark?

THANK YOU😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️

Evan Peters x Reader

Evan comes homes after a rough day of shooting, and you are there to pull him out of the dark. // fluff

You stood in front of the stove as dinner continued to cook, the delicious smell wafting through your home. The sound of music played softly from your speaker that sat on the small shelf on the wall of the kitchen. Outside the sun was down with the sky now decorated with scattered stars and the light of the moon.

The soft sound of keys jingling in the lock before the door opened. You knew almost immediately who it was before even seeing him. The door closed before hearing his heavy footsteps heading toward the kitchen. Just as you turned toward the doorway, you saw him walk through.

Evan had a tired look on his face, dark bags under his dark eyes. His dyed blonde hair was disheveled slightly but pushed away from his face. You were able to see the slight traces of makeup left on his face from shooting that he'd lazily cleaned away.

"Hey, baby," You spoke with a smile spreading across your lips, happy to see him.

With him shooting a new project for Netflix the two of you had barely seen each other over the last few weeks.

Evan tiredly walked toward you, his tall frame moving across the kitchen before his arms wrapped around your body. He hummed lightly the moment his body came in contact with yours. You could feel his body relax against yours.

"God it feels so good to be home," Evan gruffly spoke with his voice slightly muffled. "Long ass day,"

"Dinner is almost ready...if you're hungry? Made your favorite,"

Right before Evan could speak, his stomach growled loudly making the two of you laugh. You pulled back and moved your hand across his stomach before moving back across the kitchen.

"How was shooting today?" You asked, moving back to the stove to stir the food that was cooking. Behind you, Evan let out a grumble. "Bad day?"

"Rough day, one of the...harder shooting days..." Evan spoke, "I'm happy it's coming to a close."

"I'm happy too, seems to be dragging you down a bit,"

"Just trying to get into his mindset...it's dark." Evan frowned further.

You paused for a moment and looked back to where he was standing, leaning against the side of the counter. You knew how badly Evan wanted this project to go well. He'd worked with Ryan Murphy before, but not on something as dark and twisted as this. Being the fantastic actor that he was, Evan threw himself into his characters completely. But being a serial killer seemed to be having a darker, more complex effect on him than usual.

"What can I do to make it better?" You asked

"You already do so much for me already." Evan moved closer to you, pressing his body against yours, "Coming home, you cooking dinner for me, listening to me talk and just...vent about everything it means a lot."

You reached up and caressed his face gently, feeling him lean into the touch. "I'm always gonna be here for you. I love you and I don't like seeing you suffer."

Evan turned to kiss your palm, "You're the light to my dark, baby."

He gently caressed the back of your head before bending down and kissing you deeply. You were left breathless for a few moments before melting into him. His lips moved against yours in a sweet and tender kiss that made your heart race.

[gabessquishytum]

This has been haunting my head forever, but as we all know Robert Smith was the leading inspiration for Dream in the comics with more than a bit of Neil sprinkled in there (and a few other goth rock bands like Bauhaus' Peter Murphy) and I just can't get over the image of a goth rockstar Dream.

It's the late 70s, and our boy Dream is riding a creative high of LSD and pedal effects to the top of the pops. They're calling the band he fronts, name and members are up to you or whoever takes this idea on, Goth bc they're too dark for New Wave but are just upbeat enough to steer clear of Televison's particular brand of Post-Punk. It's a newer label but a fitting one considering how dour and moody the genre has gotten since Ian Curtis's death. One he despises as he claims he's very happy with his current success and how his life is going.

But he's not happy. He hates playing to the newly forming stereotype of his fans, but he isn't. Celebrity Marriages hardly ever last and his relationship with his novelist wife is crumbling around him. He loves his son but the touring schedule is killing all of his free time. He's also pretty deep into substance abuse but he wouldn't admit it to his big sister let alone the random journo who has a camera in his face while he's trying to catch a 5:30 am flight to start his newest tour. He's just burnt out and creatively stuck as the label tries to pigeonhole him into this new subgenre, which he doesn't want anymore. Life, his life, can't be doom and gloom forever even though that's where it looks like it's heading. Forever being hailed as the Nightmare King.

Meanwhile, three radio stations over, Hob Gadling is desperately trying to hang onto life. He's a bit older now than when he first broke out onto the music scene as a rambunctious coat rider of the Sex Pistols, but he's still going strong. Punk has always been his outlet. Life sucks and you keep on living despite it. It tried to kill him not long after he debuted with substance use, but he powered through it and got clean. His wife died in childbirth, but he stuck around to raise his son. He even took a three-year hiatus and completely missed how much the sound had changed from his younger years. Even as post-punk has risen in popularity and the friends he knew have either died or changed their sound completely, he won't give up hope! Punk's not dead and neither is he. No matter how long his hair gets or if he grows out of his leather jacket.

The two meet rather coincidentally. Hob just happens to be opening for Dream on the Europe leg of his tour. Unsurprisingly the tension around Dream's band has become a powder keg and when he finally snaps and fires his guitarist, his bassist also leaves. With half the band gone, Dream considers calling it quits right then and there. Fuck the new album, fuck the last fifteen or so dates. He wants to go home. But Hob sees how close they are to finishing the tour and puts his foot down. They will finish the tour! So he offers up his services to Dream. He's not bad with a guitar and if Dream can cover the bass, then he'll play all night if he has to. Because out there on stage? That's life and he wants to keep making people happy and give them something that might transcend time and space. To never die bc his name is there among the annuls of rock history.

And in time, Dream will come around to his new friend. He will learn to appreciate the zest for performing and living his new friend has. He will also think he has the greatest body known to man and will forever laugh at the terribly done anarchy A Hob has tattooed on his ass, but that's neither for here or there. For now, Dream pulls himself together and gets his bass out from the dark pits of hell the roadies call gear storage. For the show must go on.

Oh god I want an entire novel length story around this. It’s fantastic! I have so many thoughts about these two!!

Hob is falling in love with all the new sounds that he’s hearing. He spent his time on his hiatus being a suburban dad, and now he’s back on the scene is just feels amazing. He can’t get enough of Roxy Music and David Bowie and Elvis Costello. And he’s determined to drag himself back up among those names! He’s got so many ideas of where punk can go! And he’s fascinated by Dream and his band. The lyrics are a little dark and wallowy, but Hob understands that actually people need to hear that. Life in the UK isn’t easy, particularly for young people. They need something loud and desperate and real. Little does he know, Dream feels like what he’s doing is so far away from being real. He feels likes such a fraud. He can’t get off the hamster wheel except by shooting up and passing out.

Hob recognises all of this in approximately 0.5 seconds after meeting Dream. It makes him pretty sad, but he’s determined that he’ll lift Dream out of his funk. If nothing else, he’ll make him love music again.

So when Hob said he was OK with a guitar, he was lying - he's actually a bit of a genius, and it's fair to say that Dream falls a little bit in love with him about half way through the sound check. Instead of hiding in the dressing room and licking his wounds over the band breaking up, he actually watches as Hob opens for him. Hob is very classic punk, it's all very "fuck the government, fuck me up the arse" kind of stuff, but Dream doesn't get bored for a single second. Hob is just that entertaining, and his riffs are insane. Dream itches to write a song for him. And when Hob ends the set with a jokey little song that his five year old son allegedy wrote the lyrics for (lil Robyn is very punk, just like his daddy) Dream’s eyes actually get a bit misty. It's probably all the smoke.

And there's really no time to get emotional! Dream’s drummer, Constantine, thankfully didn't walk out with the rest of them. So somehow, with Hob’s virtuosic guitar skills and sheer determination, plus Dream’s refusal to fail yet again, they actually make a really decent show. Dream feels a tingle of the old spark that he used to get when he first started out - it probably has something to do with the way Hob upends a bottle of water all over his head half way through the show and grins like a maniac.

After the show they crash in a local hotel. Hob calls his kid from the payphone and Dream wishes that he had the courage to do the same. Instead he takes some pills so he doesn't have to feel the high from the show gradually wearing off into nothingness. He doesn't know why Hob comes and sits next to him in the dark, pressing against him from thigh to shoulder. He stays for the whole of Dream’s trip, in fact, humming something quiet and classic. Dream feels quite ashamed of himself, and for the first time he thinks that maybe he'd feel better without the drugs. Maybe.

As the tour gets off to a slow start, Dream starts to notice that Hob is having some kind of positive effect on him. Just little thing. They get breakfast together, so Dream actually eats something, which is unusual. Their little arguments don't get out of hand, because Hob never lets them escalate. When Dream is angry and spitting at the world, Hob is sure to point of something positive. Not that Hob doesn't get sad, too - he just deals with it differently. He goes for long walks, and turns off the news when it gets bad. He gets himself a snack when he's irritable, and laughs about it afterwards.

Dream writes him a near impossible guitar solo and it feels like a "thank you".

They have a sweet, unexpected first kiss. It's 2am and they're standing at the edge of the road, waiting for a mechanic to come out to their broken down tour bus. There's no one around to see, so Dream rests his head on Hob’s shoulder. He's sore, and weary. Hob turns his head slightly and tucks an arm around him, and it just happens. They kiss. It is, of course, the first of many.

And you can bet that Dream kisses that anarchy tattoo a million time, too.

[luvlanadr]

Me again 😅 can i request jealousy smut with Evan where him and reader happen to run into her ex while out in public.

omg every idea you come up with is always so good, love this request, i improvised a bit so if you want any changes made just let me know!

𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰: ok so i improvised a bit but as we all know evan won a golden globe (so proud of him, it's so well deserved) so he takes you as a plus one, where you bump into your ex working at the bar.

tw: smut, jealous sex, public sex, blowjob, slight humiliation in a way (also sorry this isn't spell checked)

𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

'and the winner of the golden globe for the best performance by an actor in a limited series film...' the announcer paused, leaving the audience tense and on edge, i rubbed my hand on evan's thigh reassuringly, he was sure to win after all his performance was perfection as always. '...evan peters!'

i could practically feel his apprehension, i felt so bad he truly despised public speaking, i cheered him on, he quickly pecked my cheek, before raising a hand and walking onto the stage to receive his award.

tears brimmed in my eyes, i was overjoyed this award for his magnificent work was long deserved ,i couldn't have been prouder. i took a deep breath consoling myself, before he caught me off guard, 'and a hugee thank you for my beautiful girlfriend, who is there for me no matter what, none of this would be possible without her..,' he choked up slightly, 'thank you for dealing with with my brief insanity.' he chuckled.

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after celebrating with evan, he had told me there was a scheduled interview for him and ryan murphy, to discuss his acheivements, to which i completely understood.

'it shouldn't be too long,' he smiled reassuringly, wrapping a hand around my waist gently bringing my body closer to his, our lips slowly colliding as he ran his fingers through my hair,before slowly drifting away. 'just wait at that bar,'

'affirmative,' i chuckled, as evan smiled before swifty walking away to the designated area for press and media coverage of the event.

i wandered over to the bar, non-chalantly ordering, 'um, i'll have a disaronno and coke please,' i took a quick second glance at the barman, wait was it? no fucking way..it couldn't be.

'sure gorgeous,' he had swiftly turned around before i could fully observe the man, there was no way that he would be working here?

as he finished preparing the drink, he carefully pushed it towards me.

oh my god, it really was him, i hadn't seen my ex in years, no way it was happening tonight. our relationship ended on pretty smooth, friendly terms but our relationship was frayed and far from perfection. it had caused me to have an odd perception on love, which was momentarily fixed by evan.. the man i had been with for years now, who had just experienced perhaps one of the biggest nights of his life, and he decides to make an un-needed appearance.

i began to swiftly drink the mixer, hoping the alcohol would help relieve the awkwardness of my current situation.

'well y/n, long time no see, huh?' he chuckled, to which i didn't know exactly how to respond so just nodded my head, laughing a bit,as i shifted in my seat uneasingly.

'still drinking the same drink,huh,' i forgot how untolerable this man was so attempted to brace myself. 'god, i remember that's all you'd drink on nights out i guess some things never change.'

i chuckled tensely, 'haha, um i guess so,' i paused, recollecting my thoughts, 'but a lot has also changed since then.'

'oh yeah,' his voice deepned slightly, 'moved on pretty quick to your hotshot, hollywood pretty boy.' he chuckled, his voice rather stern and aggravated, coming out like a somewhat scowl.

i uncomfortably shifted my gaze elsewhere, taking a large sip of my drink.

'speak of the devil,' he pointed towards the room evan previously resided in, i whipped my head around to a rather aggravated looking evan. 'have fun with that.' my ex muttered smugly, taking a full body glance at me, practically gawking at me like a fool-to which i scoffed.

i practically ran to evan, 'thank god you're back,' i giggled relieved, although evan did not seem humoured at all by my remark.

'we're leaving,' his tone was harsh and coarse, unlike his usual8ly bubbly self.

'don't you have more press stuff to do, the awards haven't even fini-'

before i could even finish my sentence, he grabbed my hand assertively, 'it doesn't matter, we're leaving.' i traipsed behind him, confused by the rapid change in emotion, what was possibly wrong with him.

we walked to the car parked practically in silence, which remained until i innevitably became fed up by the odd tension flooding the air, 'whats wrong, ev?' i placed a hand on his thigh comfortingly, to which he swatted away.

he scoffed slightly, 'don't be like that y/n,' he paused, taking a deep breath in attempt to console himself, ' i was gone literally 5 minutes.'

i raised an eyebrow, confused by his aggravation,'huh, what do you even mean?' i was truly puzzled by what it meant, until it hit me..was he jealous?

'omg evan,' i giggled, 'it's not what you're thinking at all,'

he scoffed, 'don't play games with me, i know who he is,' he knew him? was all i could think. 'he's your ex right?'

'yeah, but we've discussed this before he's vile and despicable,' i paused 'y'know i only have eyes for you.'

'well you might, but he certainly didn't,' he jeered, 'he was practically oggling you, his eyes were pretty much out of his head like a stupid cartoon character.'

'he wasn't.' i said in dismay, to which evan grimaced.

'oh him undressing you with his eyes, wasn't oggling you,' he questioned, to which i sat timidly in silence with no response to give, 'that's why i have a plan, get in the backseat, i'll show him the only man that gets the view he clearly is so desperate for.'

this took me by surprise, but i did as instructed.

he pushed me down rather roughly onto all fours in the back seat, before quickly coming behind men trailing his hands down my back. he neared close to my hear, his body pressed up against mine, he pushed my hair to the side roughly marking my neck, 'eva-evan we're gonna get caught, we can-'

this only made him kiss my neck harder, causing a moan to escape my lips, 'i bet you wouldn't mind,' he muttered, 'especially that greasy fucking bartender, huh?'

'no evan, you h-have the wrong idea,' my breath hitched as he began to slowly pull the bottom of my dress up

'oh do i?' he mocked, 'well either away, you're gonna go back by my side and he's gonna know exactly who gets to have you, fuck you and love on you.'

he pushed my panties to the side, using his ring and middle finger he began to tease my entrance, 'fuck, you're so wet,'he paused basking in glory, 'and who got you like that pretty girl?'

'y-you, only you evan. i stammered, god he was so fucking hot when he was jealous.

'good girl,' he grunted, slipping his two fingers into me, slowly but becoming increasingly more rapid, only intensified by him playing with my clit, 'he'd never please you like i do.'

i smirked softly, i hadn't ever seen him jealous, but it only turned me on, i became even more slick beneath his touch.

'evan, fuck me please.' i whimpered in pleasure.

'eager,aren't we?' he chuckled, but i could hear him slowly unbuckle his trousers, he pulled his boxers down his boner practically bursting out, he began to gently pump his hard dick in his hands, 'you ok?' he checked, i nodded in reassurance, even in a caught up moment of jealousy he still was so considerate.

'ok, pretty girl,' his voice deep and raspy, causing me to become even more turned on by him, practically leaking over his cock, as he began to slowly thrust in and out of me, leaving me at a loss for words, he had never fucked me quite like this so i simply allowed myself to be consumed in the moment, not saying a word, allowing my moans and whimpers of pleasurre.

evan quickly fastened his pace, his hands on my hips, 'fuck you feel so good,' his words of affirmation caused me to rock my hips back, so he could fuck me even harder, to which he grunted.

he slyly took his left hand and began to rub circles on my clit, causing my hips to buck backwards into him, which made him grunt.

he fastened his speed as he felt my walls clench tightly around hid length , 'evan im gonna-'i whimpered, being fucked blind practically, struggling with a sudden inability to speak as the waves of pleasure consumed me.

'you're gonna what,baby?' evan grunted, thrusting slightly slower, his cock throbbing inside me, he was on the verge of coming too.

'come on, use your words,' he spat slightly irritated, 'you were all talk with that guy earlier, tell me what you want and i'll give it to you.'

'evan please,' i practically begged, 'help me cum.'

'that's all you had to say,' he smirked as he rubbed my clit with more agression.

'argh fuck, omg,' i moaned, as my slick practically leaked from me, i was in a state of pure ecstasy as i finally came under his simple touch.

'i bet he couldn't make you cum like that,' he sniggered.

'no one ever could.' i panted, slowly retrieving my breath, tying up my hair which had become stuck to my back.

'but before we go back in again, can you do one thing?' he questioned, as he continued to slowly stroke his member.

'mhm,' i moaned, knowing exactly what he wanted.

i crawled over to him, slowly stroking his cock, 'fuck,' evan grunted, 'please don't tease me anymore, just take it.'

i nodded my head in compliance, slowly beginning to take his length in my mouth, i bobbed up and down whilst simultaneously playing with his balls, i could tell he was near an orgasm. so i began to focus on his tip. i circled his tip with my tongue,looking up at him his dark eyes fixated on mine as he roughly tugged my hair, 'such a good girl,' he praised,cupping my face with his other hand. causing me to have to look up at him.

within a few seconds he began to slowly thrust his hips forward, his body tense and rigid, desperate for a release, he pul my hair as he fucked hard into my throat, causing me to slightly gag at the abruptness of his action, 'fuck i'm gonna cum,' i could tell he didn't even have to say it. it was only moments later, after i gave him my approval, he came in my mouth.

'omg.' i began to wipe my mouth, he had made such a fucking mess, however that was nothing compared to the sight i came to view in the car mirror, wow.

my hair which was previously perfectely styled, was now a mess, more parts than others. my skin extremely dewy from the sweat on my face, i looked a complete state.

'i can tell you're overthinking, you look beautiful, come on.' he kissed the soft spot on my neck, leaving a deep mark on my collarbone, which could only slightly visible no matter what i did, as he cooed to me smugly, 'now let's go back in.'

he had a huge smirk on his face, as we both quickly readjusted ourselves. he took my hand, as i raked a hand through the mess of my hair managing to somewhat tame it as we entered the venue. as we stepped inside evan murmured against my neck, 'don't fix up too much, i want him to know what i do to you.' as he took my hand guiding us over to the bar, us both taking a seat, his hand resting on my thigh, 'we can always go for round 2 in the bathroom,' he murmured just loud enough for me to hear it, causing me to become flustered under just his words and my imagination of what was to come.

[elxgantcaptain]

Captain Hook's crew

Throughout the movies (and some of the book) we learn about the different members of Hook's crew and even reveal some of their names. Each seem to have a LITTLE bit of a backstory? (somewhat)

I'm fairly sure Hook has had many more crew members before, to run a ship isn't a small deal, he needs plenty of men to run it and you DO see more crew members in the films though these names belong to the pirates that make regular appearances.

These reoccurring pirates are Smee, Mullins, Wibbles, Turk, Black Murphy, Bill Jukes, Starkey, Cecco, Skylights, Noodler, Sharky and Bones.

Smee: Self explanatory, we all know who Smee is! Though it would be incorrect to properly assume that Smee is his first mate, technically, in the books, Smee is Hook's boatswain, aka, the man in charge of the sails and is an expert on the subject (wind, furling, etc) Though we also see Smee's other talents too, in various aspects he's shown to be cooking a lot (despite the fact the ship is mentioned to already have a cook) although its proven in the series that his cooking skills are to be desired. Smee is also a little bit of a medic and of course, a caretaker, mostly to Hook.

Mullins: Not much known about him, although, in book, he gets stabbed and killed by one of the lost boys. In the second movie, he's the first to fall in the water to try and grab the diamond.

Wibbles: He doesn't appear in the book at all, but he's usually seen either with a dagger or a gun or both together. He seems to be adept in dual combat and in the first movie, he is the one to say that 'we should be in the business of plunderin' ships' when the crew are growing bored of chasing peter.

Turk: In Epic Mickey his 'real' name is apparently revealed to be Damian Salt. He also doesn't appear in the books, in the films, its implied that he is either from Arabia or India and its backed up by the fact he's one of the only pirates we see wielding a scimitar.

Black Murphy: Seen in the first movie, he often is seen with a dagger and talently at using one too, able to shoot it from his mouth to hit a target.

Bill Jukes: Perhaps the one we see the most with a gun in hand, or even a blunderbust, he seems to favour the bullet rather than the blade, though we do see him with one. In the cut song 'I'll give you one guess' its revealed that Jukes joined the crew when he was just a kid, when he was a boy and Hook taught him the life of being a sailor and a pirate, therefore, we can say that there are others in the crew that have been taken on from a young age.

Starkey: In the book its said that Starkey was Hook's butler and also a gentleman, as well as a first mate. For continuation reasons, I dumped the idea of him being gentlemanly and a butler. Starkey is still, however, the first mate, being the one that always is seen steering the ship in Hook's absence from the wheel. By no means is he smart, but he is strong and knows his way around a ship, which deemed him well as first mate. He also always seems to have a dagger in his mouth.

Cecco: Not named in the films, but appears in the book as an Italian man in the crew, its said that he cut his name into the back of the govenor at a prison before being taken in by Hook. He's killed by pan in the book. The first image is from the 1904 version, from this, I've picked out pirates who he COULD be in the disney version.

Skylights: Also not offically appearing in the films, he appears in the book, being the one that Hook kills for bumping into him by accident. We can only deduce that Skylights is always the pirate in any of the movies that Hook himself kills, so in the Disney version, Skylights is the man singing, which Hook cuts short with a bullet.

Noodler: Not really appearing in the films, but in the book, Noodler is said to be a pirate with his hands on backwards. Although he never makes an appearance in the Disney animated version, he does in the 2003 live action.

Sharky and Bones: These two only appear in Jake and the Neverland Pirates, although you can possible link them to one of the other members of Hook's crew in the movies. In the Neverland Pirates series, they seemed to a couple of musicians, always singing and playing instruments for Hook.

So there you have it! uwu thats the best rundown of the crew I can give!

[can-of-pringles]

How would your OCs' significant others react to seeing them dressed up for the first time? (and for the OCs without significant others, whoever they're closest to)

Thanks for the ask!

Dannie x Murphy

Well, this is a bit of a different situation. Murphy couldn't see Dannie dressed up per se, but can appreciate through other ways. She could notice Dannie wearing a special perfume or something like that. Or feel the texture of Dannie's outfit (fancy clothes usually feel different imo) and of course Dannie could describe their outfit to her.

Silas x Copia

Copia would probably forget to breathe for a split second lol. He'd be so enamored of Silas. He would try to flirt and compliment him but stammer a bit from being kinda flustered and Silas would chuckle and think he's being so cute.

Arith x Iriel

Arith has seen Iriel dressed up plenty of times over the years but every time he's always so amazed by her and how beautiful she is. Though the very first time he saw her dress up he fought with himself internally about finding her pretty or not. Before settling on "Well... she's an angel, it's to be expected." He was in denial.

Iriel wasn't as surprised the first time she saw him dressed up since he tends to dress fancy anyway, but then she realized she can't quite stop looking at him when he's not paying attention. Noticing all the details of his clothes and how they suit his eyes and hair. And then she panics internally for a second. She can't find the enemy attractive! Iriel proceeds to push down her conflicted feelings and focus on the night.

Kaia x Odel

Kaia gasps and grins, talking about how she can't believe she's with such a gorgeous angel and how lucky she is. Odel can barely speak because she's so flustered.

Odel can't help but stare at Kaia, in awe. Kaia smiles and Odel whispers to herself that she can't believe she's practically with a goddess. Odel kisses her cheek before they both share a proper kiss.

Eliška and Rocket

[Context: Let's say the Guardians are on a secret mission and have to dress up, just go with it, classic spy mission]

Rocket is surprised at first to see her in a dress and not in her usual uniform. When he's silent for a bit too long, Eliška gives him a look and asks if she looks stupid. He says no, and explains that she just looks different. Eliška asks if he means good different or bad different. He replies with good different. He's not the one for aesthetics and fashion but he can admit the dress suits her well.

Marigold x Peter

Peter's impulsive thoughts immediately make him think he needs to marry Marigold after seeing her dressed up for the first time. He pushes down those thoughts because they've only been on a few dates at this point. He tells her she looks beautiful and her smile causes his heart to beat just a little bit faster.

Rosie x Allison

Rosie immediately goes to hug Allison, gushing about how much she looks like a princess and how beautiful see is. Allison grins and blushes.

Allison loses her train of thought seeing her for the first time, before she tells her she's the most prettiest girl she's ever seen. They playfully go back and forth about who's the prettiest until Allison shuts Rosie up by kissing her hand and causing her to flicker in and out of visibility.

Jelaa x Ahsoka

Ahsoka is so used to seeing her wearing something practical or robes of sorts, that when she dresses up, Ahsoka is uncharacteristically quiet, her brain overwhelmed with love, she quickly recovers and goes on to flirt with her a bunch, causing Jelaa to blush.

Arline and Viktor

Viktor would take Arline to some party that he and Jayce are invited to, something involving Hextech maybe. Arline would want to go dress shopping with Caitlin and keep the dress a surprise. Afterwards Arline is so excited and can't wait for the party but manages to keep the surprise. On the night of the party, Arline comes out wearing her brand new dress and it matches the colors of Viktor's clothes. He smiles when he sees her and tells her she looks wonderful. Arline does a little twirl and is really excited to go. Viktor feels a unfamiliar feeling. It's like proudness mixed with an achey feeling and nostalgia. He eventually realizes he's just surprised and a bit sad about how fast Arline is growing up.

Sorry I went a bit extra long with this one

[erporo]

hi erporo !! we don't interact but ur art is super sick and i love the random stuff u put on my page 🩷 i had a question abt ur music !! u put a lot of Pink Floyd on my page and i see some NIN too; i don't listen to much of either,, do u have any specific song recommendations ? i LOVE Echoes, If, and Summer '68 but those r abt the only ones i know. and as far as NIN goes im essentially clueless . thank u if u respond and thanks regardless for ur fun blog !

hi hi hi buggy,

tnx for the kind words!! <33

SO. song recs, huh.. i've already answered another que about pf (mostly) album (bcs ithink it's really better to listen to pf in albums, not some specific songs) recs like a week ago,

on a second thought tho, here are a few more that are worth listening to that i didn't add for god knows what reason:

Relics (contains the band's first singles like See Emily Play, Arnold Layne & cool songs like Julia Dream for example),

Ummagumma,

and Animals (Dogs is up there with Echoes and SOYCD to me). It's a hella political album (bcs of Rog & his opinions) tho

there's some more ofc like The Early Years, The Later Years & stuff, but they're there if u've listened to the main catalog & u want more, yk?

there's also this post i agree with for the most part.

i can get a bit more specific if u want tho, just lmk. keep in mind it's (obviously) gonna get real lengthy real quick tho-

as for nin... WELL

here's some, again, mostly album recs because, just like with pf- i think it's really better to listen to dis band in albums, in context, not some specific songs:

the entirety of Pretty Hate Machine, nin's debut album. ive listened to it like, yesterday for the 5th time or something- it's so gud

if u like some metal stuff, Broken EP is awesome,

Fixed (an entire album of remixes of Broken's songs) also has some goodies, like the remix of Happiness in Slavery (this song's been SUCH A MOOD for at least 3 yrs by now) & Fist Fuck <3

the entirety of The Downward Spiral of COURSE,

The Fragile's also hella good- one of my fav albums of theirs actually,

but u ain't gonna lose much if u don't listen to. all of em- like u can leave out the songs like Please, No, You Don't & u will be gud

If u wanna listen to some p cool outtakes (like, there's one that legit sounds like smth out of Shadow the Hedgehog LMAO) and instrumentals of the album then feel free to check out The Fragile: Deviations

the entirety of With Teeth, ithink??

see, im not sure about the entirety part bcs i always omit Getting Smaller & im. cool

Year Zero's also got some goodies: Survivalism; The Good Soldier; Me, I'm Not; Capital G; God Given; The Great Destroyer...

Hesitation Marks is. i think my second fav of theirs. can't recommend it enough.

like the first 10 songs of the albums r just. the best of the best: Came Back Haunted, Copy of A, All Time Low, Everything, Satellite, stuff like that.

In Two & While I'm Still Here r also p good afair

Honorable mentions:

She's Gone Away : a song that was featured in one of the eps of Twin Peaks (!!), & yep- its hella gud,

At The Heart of It All,

The Beauty of Being Numb,

Underneath the Skin : just a cool remix, v train-like if that makes sense LMAO,

This Isn't The Place : a song by Trent, dedicated to a huge influential figure of his back in the 90s - David Bowie. (for VERY obvious reasons too, as u can see),

Needless to say, their cover of Hurt makes me cry buckets every time i swear,

The Perfect Drug,

Trent's amazing cover of Queen's song Get Down Make Love,

God Break Down The Door,

MAGNIFICENT covers of various artists' songs (Joy Division, Iggy Pop, The Normal) & each other's songs (like Sanity Assassin, Head Like a Hole, Reptile, Bela Lugosi's Dead, etc) by Trent and Bauhaus' Peter Murphy from 2006,

NIN at Woodstock '94 <- Powerful shit.

& dat's it. hope u enjoy em!!

wouldn't be surprised if u didn't tho- pf's music's def not for everyone & Trent's music is mostly for. goths yk

[davidmariottecomics]

Week 86 - 8/28/23 - A BLUE BEETLE MOVIE???

Hi there, 

It probably isn't news as it's a pretty popular film in theaters right now, but there's a Blue Beetle movie out! And it's a lot of fun! 

If you didn't know, Ted Kord, the second Blue Beetle, is my favorite superhero. There's a pretty good joke in the new movie about the difference between Ted and Batman, and not to step on the punchline, but it boils down to Ted knows how to laugh. He's a character frequently written to have a sense of humor, to know a good joke, and to be the dramatic superheroic straightman when it counts. He is not exactly an everyman--he's a genius, he dresses up in a silly costume, and he's rich--but in a lot of ways, he's just a guy trying to do the right thing because he can. 

And he casts a long shadow over the new movie, which is about Jaime Reyes--fantastically played by the dreamy Xolo Maridueña--who I don't love quite as much as Ted, but who I think is himself a great and important character. He's a very different hero. He's got a sense of humor, he's got a good heart, but his relationship with his family, with his friends, with the scarab, and with the Blue Beetle legacy allows him to be something totally apart from Ted. The movie takes a lot of liberties--it's part Spider-Man, part Ant-Man, part Green Lantern (though... honestly probably better than the past few recent film adaptations of those characters)--but it doesn't run from the truth of who Jaime is as a character, which I think makes it all the better. The best superhero movie projects don't try to be just an adaptation, but to take what makes the hero great, understand it, and share it in a way that makes them more accessible and loom larger as a hero. 

I don't want to spoil anything, but there was one extremely stupid part that made me tear up (out of just finally getting to see a thing on-screen and knowing there's some practical version of it out there and honestly, a little bit jealousy). If you see me, or want to reach out and ask about it, I'll gladly tell you. 

But there's a Blue Beetle movie. And even though I saw it and really quite liked it... I kinda still can't believe it. 

Next week: No blog on the website/newsletter! There is a Patreon post scheduled if you need your fix, going out to all backers at $5 or more a month! But I'm outta town and will see you when I return. 

What I enjoyed this week: Blank Check (Podcast), Yu-Gi-Oh: Duel Links (Video Game), Craig of the Creek (Cartoon), Honkai Star Rail (Video game), My Adventures with Superman (Cartoon), The Broken Room by Peter Clines (Book), Dumbing of Age (Webcomic), Solve This Murder (Podcast), The Venture Bros: Radiant is the Blood of the Baboon Heart (Movie--which my pal Phil Murphy worked on!), Kaiju No. 8 (Manga), Kaguya-Sama: Love is War (Manga), Blue Beetle (Movie--duh), Oldboy (Movie), Witch Watch (Manga), Becca playing a little more Persona 5, Tangled (Movie), Jurassic Park (Movie), D.E.B.S. (Movie) 

New Releases this week (8/23/2023): Godzilla Monsters & Protectors: All Hail the King TPB (Editor--on the latter half)

Final Order Cut-Off next week (8/28/2023--last day to get your preorders in): Sonic the Hedgehog #65

New Releases next week (8/30/2023): Godzilla Rivals: Vs. SpaceGodzilla (Supervising Editor) Sonic the Hedgehog: Endless Summer (A very silly credit) Sonic the Hedgehog: Scrapnik Island TPB (Editor) 

Announcements: Becca is at Cartoon-a Palooza in Temecula on 9/15 & 9/16. It's a cool free all-ages little con, so come on out and see them!

Wanna support me? Consider joining my Patreon! I've got a bunch of cool stuff coming up and already on there. As well as some silly stuff like a tour of my desk, so you can see where the comics magic happens! I've got a bunch of stuff scheduled for September already and there'll always be more! 

I have a webstore! It does look like I'm going to get a small supplement to my Beast Wars Vol. 3 stock, which is nice, but most everything else, I am not going to have more of anytime soon! Maybe give it a look! 

I've still got a few things on my eBay, if you're looking for stuff! But obviously, anything that would get shipped out won't until I'm back!  Pic of the Week: It was National Cinema Day yesterday, which is why Becca and I went to Blue Beetle ($4 tickets to the movies!). But they had to work, so I went and saw a second film, the 20th anniversary screening of Park Chan-wook's Oldboy. And the theater that was showing Oldboy had a special Cinema Day deal on the Blue Beetle backback popcorn bucket, so I did pick it up because that with a popcorn and a drink was still significantly cheaper than the bucket usually is by itself. So here's a photo of Becca modeling it. 

[libraryfag]

hi basil i’m so curious as to what you thought of passion bc i was SO ready to like it based off of what i heard and then i came away basically only liking the music and thinking the concept was poorly executed which was so tragic….. but bc it is such a strange show i am always so curious about people’s reactions/interpretations

hi theo! i also was very interested in the concept, as as gothic horror girlie but was a bit let down by the execution. i think the main problem is i'm not a huge fan of shows that just focus on a relationship without much ensemble and takes itself very seriously, like Miss Saigon and Phantom, because to be honest, they just kinda bore me?? and at least the two examples i gave have a few upbeat and comedic ensemble numbers to change up the mood, and while there were a few opportunities for those in Passion, ie. from the other military leaders they never really went the full way. However, maybe just because of my love of sondheim i think i liked it more than the other two, but it might be my least favourite of his shows so far.

In a more positive light, Passion is so intriguing conceptually. I really liked how it explores the 19th century idea that women can only be loved for their beauty, but also it was interesting how Fosca, and Clara to an extent, have so little power in their lives which might be why they can only exert it to their feeling towards Giorgio. Also very fascinated by its exploration of disability and illness. Something that i only just considered while listening to tick tick boom in the shower before, is that i think the decision to adapt the film/book during that time could be a reaction to the AIDS epidemic, especially considering James Lapine also wrote falsettos. In the biography, Meryle Secrest has a very strong argument that Passion is somewhat connected to Sondheim's relationship with Peter Jones and him learning to 'not be ashamed..of the way [he] felt', which i agree with. Secrest also connects Fosca's belief that 'Love...is not possible without suffering, sacrifice, and being abused' to Being Alive "Someone to hold you too close/Someone to hurt you too deep", which is.. insane. Something i also learnt from rereading the Passion chapter, is that the unnamed illness Fosca had is epilepsy which hit close to me because i knew someone who was lost to it way too early, and i don't think many people talk about how fatal it is.

I don't know where to put this but i also really liked the acting, Donna Murphy is an icon and thats about all i have to say.

[powerplayunit]

Nathan MacKinnon is just a bigger version of ultra-driven ‘Nate the Kid’

Nov 10, 2022 (x)

HALIFAX, Nova Scotia — Inside Cole Harbour Place, where a mural of a pond hockey game looks over the main sheet of ice, a young boy jumped out. He might have been smaller than most of the kids, but that didn’t stop him from seizing the puck whenever he wanted. His head was always up as he stickhandled, even as a 9-year-old. He had power on skates unlike the others. It was as if he galloped.

As the youngster dominated his opponents, coaches Charlie MacLean and Dave Peters sat nearby, preparing game plans for their team, which was scheduled to play later in the day. At one point, MacLean walked over to the ice. Before long, he had called for Peters to follow. He had to see this player.

“You peek your head in,” Peters says now, “and all of a sudden you see the future best player in the world.”

That was the first time he laid eyes on Nathan MacKinnon.

Cole Harbour Place is full of pictures and memorabilia from Sidney Crosby, the Penguins captain who grew up playing at the rink and became the world’s most famous hockey player. Just down the wall is one dedicated to MacKinnon, the kid who followed in his footsteps.

MacKinnon’s case is a time capsule of sorts. There’s a picture of a chubby-cheeked 2-year-old, grinning as he stands in skates for the first time. He’s smiling in another picture nearby, one in which he’s slightly older, eating a snack while wearing a black Tim Hortons jersey. There are hockey cards from his youth team, the Cole Harbour Wings, as well as trophies and old jerseys. The shelves are full of memories, tokens showing a player’s journey from childhood to stardom.

“He was like he is now,” says Jon Greenwood, another one of MacKinnon’s former coaches. “Just a smaller version.”

MacKinnon’s progression made him a Stanley Cup champion and a three-time Hart Trophy finalist and landed him at No. 74 on our list of the greatest players of the NHL’s modern era. MacKinnon, now in his 10th season with the Avalanche, brought the Cup home to the Halifax area this past summer. His mom, Kathy, worked in the government building and his dad, Graham, was a track supervisor for the Canadian National Railway. The city’s people are proud that MacKinnon grew up there, proud that he’s still one of them. MacKinnon shares that pride.

Graham MacKinnon played a bit of goalie growing up in Springhill, Nova Scotia, and he taught his son to skate at a young age. Plenty of other kids in the area played, but MacKinnon never felt the sport was forced on him. It didn’t need to be. Hockey became more than just a hobby or something fun to do. It consumed him.

“I just remember never not wanting to go to the rink,” he says. “I always loved to play.”

His childhood home, where his room is still decorated with the hockey posters he hung as a kid, is next to what he calls a glorified pond. The small lake freezes quickly in the winter, and he spent hours shooting pucks at a battered net, sometimes with friends and sometimes alone. He’d make the 10-minute walk home from school during lunch, throw on his gear and get a skate in, stopping only to eat mac and cheese on the snow bank.

Cole Murphy, one of MacKinnon’s closest friends growing up, remembers the first time he saw MacKinnon skate. They were both around 6 years old and playing against each other when MacKinnon darted down the ice. At that age, none of the kids got air under the puck when they shot. But MacKinnon was different. Murphy watched him shoot the puck into the glass.

That memory is still fresh two decades later. Many of the people around Halifax, be it Murphy or Peters or MacLean, don’t forget the first time they saw MacKinnon on skates.

“Obviously, he’s one of the hardest-working people I know,” Murphy says. “But you don’t get to where he was without some physical gifts as well.”

Greenwood first worked with MacKinnon at the rink when the young center was 11, and the coach quickly noticed how hard he was on himself. He’d be furious if he missed the net during practice, and he’d challenge his coach to shooting competitions after the team was done skating.

That sometimes put Greenwood in a tough situation. If the coach won, MacKinnon would grow angry at himself. But if MacKinnon outshot him, he would question if Greenwood was putting in his maximum effort.

“I knew when he wasn’t trying,” MacKinnon says.

Greenwood quickly realized he had no choice. He couldn’t take it easy. “I might have beat him once or twice when he was that age,” he said. “But I’m sure that stopped shortly after.”

MacKinnon didn’t simply want to be the best. He wanted to dominate. MacLean, who coached him at the bantam level, saw that most not on the ice, but when the team did wall sit exercises. MacKinnon was able to hold his longer than everyone else, but even when the second-to-last person stopped, the star center would keep going.

“He’d go 10, 15 minutes past everyone else,” MacLean says. “It wasn’t good enough to be first. He had to dominate them.”

He also worked at areas of weakness on the ice. He approached Peters about getting better in the dirty areas. The coach talked to him about where to stand, one day putting him directly in front of the net, where he’d be in position to screen the goalie and deflect pucks. MacKinnon was scared of the puck at the time, so this wasn’t a comfortable place. But he did as the coach said, and Peters began firing slap shots at him so he could practice.

“If he missed I would’ve been dead as a 12-year-old,” MacKinnon jokes now.

Though hockey was his passion, it wasn’t his only sport, which Murphy believes helped keep both of them from getting burned out. On summer weekdays, their parents dropped them off at Abenaki Aquatic Club, and they’d kayak in preparation for a few regattas every year. MacKinnon believes the paddling helped give him a strong back, and the coaches, timers in hand, would make the kids run a 5K every morning.

MacKinnon, Murphy and their friends swam and played basketball in their free time at Abenaki. And, in a major development in 8-year-old MacKinnon’s life, the summer days at the club gave him the chance to flirt with girls for the first time.

“Didn’t go great, but I tried,” he says, laughing.

He was much better at hockey. His fire and competitiveness, in Greenwood’s eyes, were the separator. It’s part of the reason Murphy isn’t surprised watching him dominate in the NHL. Don’t get him wrong: He’s proud of his friend. But this always felt like the path he’d go down.

“I’ve had a few coachable, competitive kids before, but never with that skill,” Peters says. “I’ve definitely seen skilled kids before, but never with that mindset.”

MacKinnon was the rare marriage of both. He was, in Peters’ eyes, a perfect storm.

Some players are worth gigantic risks. The Halifax Mooseheads were coming off three dismal seasons — three consecutive years with a point percentage under .335 — and general manager Cam Russell wanted to make sure that string of disappointments stopped.

“We needed a boost for our organization,” Russell says.

He had a solution in MacKinnon, who had spent his first two years of high school at Shattuck-St. Mary’s, a private boarding school and hockey powerhouse in Minnesota. But there was an obstacle. MacKinnon was the most talented player in the QMJHL draft, and the Baie-Comeau Drakkar had the first pick.

The MacKinnon family told Baie-Comeau that Nathan had no plans of reporting there if the club drafted him, and Russell tried to trade for the pick. Still, the Drakkar selected MacKinnon, but when it became clear the player’s stance wasn’t going to waver, the club started looking to trade his rights.

Enter the Mooseheads. MacKinnon grew up cheering for the team, and his family had even billeted a former Mooseheads player when Nathan was a kid. He didn’t come cheap, though. To acquire him, Russell traded Carl Gelinas — the team’s leading scorer from the year before — another depth player and three first-round picks to Baie-Comeau.

“We knew that with what we were giving up, if Nathan wasn’t a player, was going to deplete the franchise significantly moving forward,” said Mooseheads president Brian Urquhart, who was the vice president at the time.

One fan sent Russell an email, ripping him apart for trading such a haul for an unproven teenager.

“I am struggling to understand this decision and fear that your fans might have to watch a team that will not do well for years to come,” it read.

But a player with club-altering potential, the general manager determined, was worth the hefty price. So after playing two years in Minnesota, MacKinnon headed home.

Greenwood always wondered when MacKinnon would reach a level he couldn’t dominate. Major junior, he thought, might be where his star player hit a speedbump. As a 16-year-old entering the QMJHL, he’d be playing against future NHL players, some of whom were multiple years older than him. Growing pains would have been understandable.

“It didn’t happen,” says Greenwood, who would soon learn to never be surprised by what MacKinnon does on the ice.

A few days before his training camp, MacKinnon walked into Mooseheads coach Dominique Ducharme’s office for a meeting. MacKinnon wanted to be in the NHL as soon as possible. Ducharme, who had seen his dynamic play and skillset, wanted to help him get there.

“We have two years,” Ducharme said. “730 days. Take those days one-by-one and make the most of it and you’ll be ready for that.”

MacKinnon bought in, and he jumped out from the moment he first took the ice. Goaltender Zach Fucale remembers his presence the first day of practice. His shots on net had a zip to them. The goalie remembers knowing pretty quickly that his new teammate would be one of the best players in the league.

“We were both only 16 and I felt like I was years behind,” Fucale said.

Teammates knew MacKinnon was bound for the NHL. “Don’t forget us,” they’d joke with him, Fucale remembers. These expectations were nothing new for MacKinnon. ESPN ran a story when he was 14, calling him “Nate the Kid,” a reference to Crosby’s “Sid the Kid” nickname.

“I never really sensed (he felt) a lot of pressure,” Greenwood says. “If he did, he certainly always seemed to rise to it.”

During MacKinnon’s first year with the Mooseheads, he found out he hadn’t been invited to Canada’s World Junior Championship training camp. He was in gym class when the list was released, and he stared at it, angry tears coming to his eyes. That disappointment, paired with the Mooseheads’ next game, became part of MacKinnon’s lore in Halifax.

Playing against the Patrick Roy-coached Quebec Remparts, MacKinnon put together a five-goal game. Every goal was different: He redirected a pass, backhanded a puck in on a breakaway, deked out a goalie from the side, finished a wrap-around and flipped in an empty-netter. As celebrating teammates approached him after his second goal — the breakaway — he lifted his arms. He stared at them wide-eyed, his mouth hanging open, as if shocked at his own abilities.

MacKinnon wasn’t actively thinking about what he viewed as a world juniors snub, but subconsciously, he believes, some extra juice was inside him.

“It felt like a statement game,” Urquhart says. “It was just dominant.”

Halifax returned to the playoffs that year, reaching the third round, and in MacKinnon’s second and final season with the Mooseheads, they won the QMJHL championship and the Memorial Cup. In the final, MacKinnon scored a hat trick to upend fellow draft prospect Seth Jones and the Portland Winterhawks.

“Nate was one of the reasons we kept that standard so high, because that’s how he operates,” Fucale says. “He keeps the bar high and will not accept anything under that.”

The Stanley Cup sat downstairs on a table at Saltyard Social, a two-story restaurant right next to the Halifax waterfront. The weather was perfect for MacKinnon’s party with the Stanley Cup, and he mingled with guests as he ate donair wraps and sipped drinks. The 2021-22 section of the trophy had yet to be engraved, but soon his name, along with the names of his Avalanche teammates, would be on the silver metal.

Loved ones were everywhere. Crosby, his idol-turned-friend, was there, as were his old coaches. His parents and sister, Sarah, laughed with the guests.

“He’s the happiest guy in the world,” close friend Ian Saab said earlier in the day.

MacKinnon poured all his energy into making it to the highest level. That was his focus. When he spoke in front of a crowd in downtown Halifax earlier in his Cup day, he said he wished he enjoyed the journey a bit more. Back in Denver, he repeats the same sentiment.

“All I wanted to do was make the NHL,” he says.

But perhaps all the reasons he couldn’t fully enjoy the ride — his singular focus, the rigorous drills and workouts he put himself through, the forward-looking mindset — are why he is what he’s become. If he didn’t have that ambition, that hunger growing up that was never quite satisfied, could he have become this version of Nathan MacKinnon? Perhaps he could have found a healthier balance, and taken things a little less seriously. But as coaches have said — from Greenwood coaching him as a child to Jared Bednar coaching him now — if you have a player with MacKinnon’s fire, you don’t try to contain it.

Crosby will always be the first generational player to come from the Halifax area. Because of him, kids in the city — including MacKinnon — grew up cheering on the Penguins star. Over time, Pittsburgh shirts didn’t jump out much to Greenwood. It all made sense.

The Penguins apparel isn’t going anywhere. Greenwood still sees it plenty. But he’s noticed recently more and more Avalanche gear popping up. It turns out, in this city along the harbor, there’s room for two.

[stationintern]

getting to know you <3

thank you, @oflights @thecouchsofa and @slythnpuff for the tags!

three ships: drarry, zukka, and trucoop!

first ship: this was definitely percy/annabeth. i remember my feelings about those two in vivid, childlike, wondrous detail.

last song: cuts you up by peter murphy (from the playlist of a fic im working on, heavily inspired by music. nobody is shocked.)

last movie: the lesbian classic, Samantha: An American Girl Holiday. free on youtube. go wild.

currently reading: by the grace by lettered (late to it, but i am always a bit intimidated by fics that have been hyped so much)

last thing i wrote: portrait, mommy issues, harry dancing (and singing) to dream a little dream of me fic.

i'd like to tag @uncannycerulean, @honeybeet, and @moonflower-rose! sorry if yall have already been tagged! also, anyone else who would like to join, of course.

[yourdailykitsch]

**This is roughly translated from French, so google translate does an okay job, you get the idea, but there are some strange translations here and there. 

You're used to military roles like Lieutenant Mike Murphy in Lone Survivor, or Officer Paul Woodrugh in True Detective. Ben Edwards in The Terminal List , was that obvious to you? Taylor Kitsch: It's funny, because the guy who trained me for Lone Survivor is a Navy SEAL and a good friend. This film was important for me, it taught me a lot about brotherhood. This friend also trained me for The Terminal List . It was great to meet again. These guys are the best of the best. Did you follow a specific physical preparation for this role? You have to train like a SEAL, that is, wear vests with weights, run up hills… You also have to change your diet. You must train as if you were preparing to go into battle. Do you recognize yourself in the roles you play? I've played a lot of characters with whom I don't have much in common, like David Koresh (the leader of The Davidians cult in the Waco mini-series , editor's note) , but I understand them. It's my job. In addition, through these roles, I tell myself that I am capable – sometimes! – discipline and authority. Your work requires a certain discipline. Crazy discipline! That's what makes success, that's why we succeed or not. You were considering a career as a professional hockey player that was cut short by a serious injury. Preparing a film is like intensive training? Yes, it's a bit the same. Of course, it's not just physical training, but iron discipline that goes with the job. You regularly play characters close to superheroes. Not too hard to come back to real life after such roles? Sometimes yes! When it's a very intense role psychologically, it takes time to get out of it. I experienced it for The Bang Bang Club (2010) for example. I have another role for the end of the year, beginning of next year, which was very difficult to leave. Do you keep part of your character's personality after a film? I think when I started, about ten years ago, absolutely. Now, I'm very aware of this separation of work from private life, so it doesn't happen to me like it used to. Your career took off in 2008 with Friday Night Lights , an American football series. Have you noticed any changes in the representation of masculinity since? It's very subjective… What you will find masculine will be very different from the vision of someone else. My idea of ​​masculinity hasn't evolved much since my beginnings, even if it includes many aspects. I believe that what counts more is the confidence that we have in ourselves. You worked three times with director Peter Berg, on Friday Night Lights, Battleship and Lone Survivor. Loyalty plays an important role in your career? Ah ah, we're going to do something together again, by the way! Pete and I are like brothers, so the confidence is amazing. We met on Friday Night Light s. He cast me, we took different paths, but we never stopped finding each other. You have worked for cinema and series. Do you prepare differently for one and for the other? You always prepare the same way. You just explore your character more in an eight episode series like The Terminal List . You have more time. For a film, you necessarily have less. I prefer six to eight episode miniseries. You have time to develop and embody your character. I love that. In 2014, you took a 360 degree turn with the film The Normal Heart , a drama about the AIDS epidemic in the gay community of the 1980s. Did you need a big change in your career? I'm super proud of this movie. I'm always on the lookout for something that stands out. The Normal Heart was an incredible story and opportunity. And it's so hard to find these roles… I would do it again without hesitation! The Normal Heart was adapted from a play by Larry Kramer. Do you plan to get on the boards one day? I will over the next few years, that's for sure. I will go to Broadway. I've already been offered it, but it wasn't the right project, not the right opportunity. How do you choose your projects? I take several factors into account. The people involved in the project, the story and my character matter, of course, but I especially wonder if the film or the series brings a challenge, something new... If I'm afraid of a role, it is a good sign! I accept projects that are bigger than me, experiences bigger than me, like The Normal Heart , Painkiller , Lone Survivor or, today, The Terminal List , which have been incredible experiences. What are your reference films? Dead Man Walking was a slap, Mean Streets , Sundance Kid , Slap Shot with Paul Newman (what an amazing actor!)… Those kind of movies. Are there other actors whose acting has inspired you? Sean Penn, of course, but also Daniel Day Lewis. What is the best advice you have received in your career? I was preparing the role of David Koresh in Waco . It was six months of preparation. It was a reprehensible story from many points of view and, at the beginning, it took me a long time to know how to take this difficult role. I judged the character a lot and a friend of mine, a great actor, told me to stop doing that. His remark was decisive: “ Stop judging the characters you have to embody. » You made your first short film, Pieces . How did this project get started ? It's a simple short film, I will not broadcast it. It was a test to try and see what it would give. I loved doing this! It is certain that there will be others.

[ranwing]

And in a too humorous turn, Lea Michele will be taking over the role of Fanny Brice. Now I can go for the low hanging fruit and make a joke that she'll get bored in a month and high tail it to L.A. since there was no line of separation between Lea and Rachel Berry, but that would be too easy. Instead I'm going to look at the pros and cons of this news.

First of all, I think that Beanie was treated pretty badly here and held up to a ridiculous standard. No, she's not Barbra. But that was the point of casting her. She had her own talent and take on the character but it was too far from Barbra's for most critics. That was always going to be the problem with a Funny Girl revival and was why it took decades to bring the show back to the stage. Because without a singular performer like Barbra, the weaknesses of the book really are glaring. Funny Girl just isn't that great a show.

So now they're bringing in Lea Michele to cosplay Barbra. Which as much as I dislike Lea makes sense. She's got the vocal chops to copy Barbra (and we saw her do that a few million times on Glee). Do I think she's in the same sphere as Barbra? Hell no, but she can copy her singing style which would be enough for most audiences.

And I had felt for ages that Lea needed to return to Broadway after Glee. Her recording career sputtered out pretty quickly, and she had no real options for a tv or film career without Ryan Murphy playing sugar daddy for her. Broadway was the best place to showcase her talents (which I won't deny) and this is about as ideal a bit of stunt casting as you're going to get without trotting out Barbra herself to take the stage.

As for the downsides, we have Lea's absolutely toxic behavior towards her castmates that go back to her earliest days on the stage. I certainly wouldn't want to work with her and I wouldn't trust her beyond what she could do in the role. But I have no doubt that she's going to be on her best behavior and won't be allowed to abuse the rest of the cast.

And we have the problem that she is going to spend her run in the show the same way that Beanie did - compared to Barbra and probably found lacking. Barbra was a once in a lifetime kind of performer. Beanie failed (in the eyes of the critics) because she wasn't as dynamic and wasn't able to live up to Barbra's standard. Lea can copy Barbra's style of singing, but she will have the challenge of being too much like Barbra. The risk of being seen as a cheap copy of the original can be just as much a risk for a performer as being too different.

In the end, I don't know if this will salvage Funny Girl. It may salvage Lea's career, but I don't see the show suddenly becoming a critical darling. Not when you have such a weak book and all the best stuff happens in the first act. And we have to see if Lea still has the stuff to do eight shows a week without petering out. I'm not going to see the show, but it will be interesting to see what happens in the next few months.

[itlivesinthecave]

It Lives MCs plus One

Emma Isolde O'Dell

- 6 ft 5

-Goes by her middle name.

- Ethnically Irish.

- Creative and genuinely sweet but could be very dry.

- LI is Lucas Thomas.

- Wanted to be a nature photographer.

- Her parents are Peter and Paula O'Dell. They're both involved in scientific fields, Peter is a Herpetologist and Paula makes star maps.

- Has two much older siblings, Ryan and Eoin.

- Her cousin Callum also lives with her family for Several Reasons, most of them having to do with his dad being a dick. More on him at the bottom.

- Ryan (first name is Eliza) is a bookbinder, lives in a cabin in a town called Rosewood (between Pine Springs and Westchester), and regularly comes into contact with the power. She reacts to power monsters/cultists with apathy and varying levels of violence.

- Ryan is a year older than Connor and they consider each other best friends.

- Isolde and Ryan are close and are considered the family disappointments. Isolde, because she's not left brained and Ryan, because she's not traditionally feminine and is also a bit of an asshole.

- Eoin is an engineer and is very boring and straight-laced. Lives in Portland and is married with three kids. Aged 35.

- Eoin is The Golden Child. Doesn't get along with either of his siblings (or his cousin) and particularly dislikes Isolde.

- Isolde sacrificed herself for Noah.

Roberta "Bobbie" Vance

- 5 ft 5.

- Irish American/Chinese American.

- Her middle name is June, after her birth month. Her bio father picked it.

- A huge dork. Bobbie tends to be dramatic and would not survive a horror movie.

- Feels guilty about Kyle's death.

- LI is Tom Sato.

- Was working towards a degree in zoology and wanted to be a zoo vet.

- has a few half siblings on her dad's side but only knows her brother Guy (because their shared bio father is almost comically uncreative) aged 29.

- Guy lives in Ithaca, NY and works as a bartender. Was unable to take Elliot or Bobbie in due to issues with space and not having time to find new housing so he could take them.

- Elliot loves Guy and is closer to him than Bobbie is.

- Survives and gets trapped under the lake.

Margaret Theresa Adair

- 4 ft 11.

- Scottish, was born in Scotland and immigrated to the states at six. Would go back regularly for visits.

- Her nickname is Peggy.

- Genuine personality mixed with sarcasm.

- LI is Abel.

- Studying to be a Botanist with a minor in business. Wants to own a flower shop but promised Amalia she'd get a degree first.

- Her parent's names were Duncan and Tori. Adair. Duncan was a crab fisherman and Tori was a pediatric nurse.

- Annie was a surprise baby. Peggy's parents were told it was unlikely they ever could have more children by doctors. The little girl was a welcome miracle.

- Annie wanted to be a radiologist.

- Peggy liked to carry Annie around in a sling as a baby and would still give her piggyback rides whenever possible.

- Has a noticeable Scottish (Glasgow) accent.

- Abel is very confused when Peggy says she doesn't know much about her family, especially since Amalia told him she used to go see family every year and still talks to her great-grandmother.

- Her great- grandmother Grace, who Peggy refers to as Gigi, is still in Scotland and is the last living relative. She calls her granddaughter sometimes and is aware of the power, though she tends to think of it as being like ley line Magic (which isnt sentient and just causes good or bad at random).

- Gigi freaking loves Abel. Always asks about him and enjoys talking to him on the phone. He reminds her of her older brother who similarly stepped up after her parents were killed during the war.

- Peggy survives and marries Abel

Callum Benjamin Murphy

- 6 ft 7. A little shorter than Abel.

- Irish, was born in America but lived in Ireland until he was 13.

- His christening name is David and that is the name he uses when going undercover. Noah got used to calling him David when they were traveling and still calls him that, especially when the man is annoying him, which is often.

- Callim is loyal, kind in his own way, and has a strange sense of humor. Likes to tease people he's fond of.

- LI is Noah.

- Wanted to play professional baseball and was on the Westchester high school team. Now he wants to own a sports bar.

- His parents names are William and Jane Murphy. William is an actuary and Jane is a bookkeeper for an office.

- William is intensely frugal and is financially and mentally abusive to his wife and younger children.

- Was sent to live with his maternal aunt and uncle after his father caught Callum giving money to his mother.

- He has five younger siblings: Violet (15), Sean (12), Saoirse (12), Edward (10), and Nellie (6).

- Extremely close with Isolde and looks after her like an older brother. (Even though he is only a week older than her).

- Isn't allowed to drive a car and has a motorcycle.

- Still has a slight accent that gets stronger when he's upset or tired.

- Callum opens a sports bar with Noah.

[helladirections]

I’m sending this to you because you are one of my favorite people on this app. 🌼 What are a few of your all-time favorite songs so I can make a playlist with a little piece of all of my favorite people?

Aw this is so sweet! I haven't gotten a message in so long I had assumed this was spam lol

I'm assuming you want songs outside of 1D/Harry/Niall (/Lizzo), so I just went through my liked songs on Spotify: Friendly Fire - Holly Humberstone Werewolf - Peter Thomas In My Apartment - Philip Labes Orange Hoodie - Angus Maude Joshua Tree - Rozzi Pancakes for Dinner - Lizzy mcAlpine Pennsylvania Skies - LULLANAS Asking the Aspens - Kathleen Poison Oak - Bright Eyes (this one someone sent me in HS) All the Animals I Drew as a Kid - Valley t-shirt - Alec Benjamin (love everything of his) always, i'll care - Jeremy Zucker i think too much - Christian French smiling when i die - Sasha Alex Sloan Painkiller - Ruel all the kids are depressed - Jeremy Zucker 21 - Mitch James Anti-Everything - Lost Kings, Loren Gray

Honorable mentions: How Do You Spell Channukkahh? - The LeeVees A Little Bit Alexis (From Schitt's Creek) - Annie Murphy Coming Home (Oregon) - Mat Kearney Golden Boy - Nadav Guedj (yes, I used to know the Hebrew words) Riptide - Vance Joy (2012 summer camp classic) I'm Like A Bird - Alessia Cara What Do I Know? - Ed Sheeran (my activist anthem in HS)

Anyway... I'm clearly a sucker