#amanda writes teasers

[kingsoowolves]

what comes after: (im)perfect for you | l. at — TEASER

part one (w/ Sungchan) | part two

pairing: Boyfriend!Anton x fem!reader

teaser word count: 1.1k | full fic word count: 19.2k

contents: Smut, fluff, a bit of hurt/comfort. 10 years time jump, ex-fwb!Sungchan cameo, regretful!Sungchan. Descriptions about messed up family dynamics, depression, anxiety attacks, taking meds and going to therapy. Insecure!Anton, mention of a safe word, possessive/jealous sex turned soft in the end, Anton talks about Sungchan during sex. Vaginal fingering, oral (f. receiving), squirting, vaginal penetration, petnames, reader sucks Anton's fingers like 3 times. Anton (lovingly) refers to reader as a "whore" once and as a "little slut" in another instance. Supreme aftercare!!! Anton and reader are so sweetly in love it gave me tooth ache — a bunch of praise, i love you's, healthy conversations, understanding and being silly with each other. And a happy ending, YAY!

extra info: This can be read as a standalone, but you might miss some backstory + clues from the first part. for the complete experience and understanding, I recommend checking out part one.

release date: Friday, march 21st, 2025

Sungchan smiles at you, his features softening because of your laughter. “Sorry, I just—” he says, and your giggles break loose again because of the new apology, interrupting him and making him laugh with you.

Once the mirth dies down, he tries again. “I guess I’m just nervous. And you’re not helping. You’re looking at me like you want me dead.”

“Well, I kinda do,” you reply back and he narrows his eyes at you like he’s analyzing if you’re joking or not. You quickly quell his worries by giving him a soft smile, deciding ultimately to take it easy on him. Keeping up the tough act would just drain your energy. “Sorry, that isn’t true. But it’s not like we ended things on good terms, so can you blame me?”

At your words, Sungchan makes a remorseful face, putting his free hand on the front pocket of his pants and casting his eyes down. “I know. And it’s all my fault.” Then he looks up like he had the greatest idea in the world, gaze glinting whilst he steps closer to you. “But what if you let me buy you a drink and hopefully we end things on a better note this time?”

The end of his sentence kind of stuns you. You can’t quite believe that, after all this time, Sungchan is flirting with you. But of course he is, because it’s Sungchan. He’s showing all his telltale signs, too — bulging his arms slightly, lowering his voice, poking the tip of his tongue out to wet his lips then giving you a cocky smile, checking you out like he wants to eat you alive, his hand hanging too damn close to yours. Unfortunately, you’ve come to know all of his tactics after falling victim to them one too many times.

His eyes are eager and hopeful whilst he waits for your response. You feel like an owner dangling a piece of meat in front of his pet, taunting him with something delicious while still not giving him anything. Finally, after all this time, you are the one in control.

But as much as your ego is being stroked, you don’t want any of this. Not anymore. And it’s been like this for a long time.

“No, thanks,” you reply simply. 

Two seconds pass until he registers your answer and his smirk vanishes, the corners of his mouth turning down and self-doubt filling his eyes. He starts to say something that seems like another apology, but at that point you’re not hearing nor looking at him anymore. Because that’s when you see him.

All clad in denim and with his fresh neck-length black hair, your boyfriend is making his way through the mass of people in the club to reach you, your gazes finding each other at the same time. You instantly feel calmness seep into your veins, the slight discomfort provoked by your meeting with Sungchan vanishing and being replaced by excitement while you hold your breath until he reaches you. When he’s a mere meter away from you, you move around Sungchan to receive him.

“Hi, love,” he greets with a beautiful smile, taking the last steps to stop in front of you. “I know, I’m late. Sorry, I got caught up in—”

You leap on him before he has the chance to finish his sentence, arms going around his frame, and he stumbles back because of the knock of your bodies together. He chuckles, winding his arms around your waist as you hold him closely against you, nestling your head between his neck and clavicle.

“I missed you, too,” he says with laughter still in his voice and grips you just as tightly. You bury your nose on his neck and inhale his soft woody cologne. Peace and happiness run through your whole body at rapid speed. “Fridays in the hospital are always crazy and the line to this place is insane. I’m sorry I’m late.”

You shake your head as you pull away slightly. “It’s fine, baby, you’re here now.”

That’s when you really look at him. The royal blue of his denim clothes suit his complexion and the black belt with a silver buckle around his hips compliment the look. His shirt’s sleeves are folded nicely up to his elbow, showing off his pretty forearms. Everything combined with his long hair and accessories give him a soft rocker aura that makes your mouth water. 

It’s honestly unfair how extra good-looking he looks tonight. You feel the need to pounce on him right now, but you have to settle for giving him a peck and tugging on some of his strands while standing on your tiptoes.

“You look so good,” you whisper when your lips separate.

“You look so good!” He says, his eyes moving up and down your frame. “Real damn good! You got that Shiny New Miss Editor look!”

He moves his mouth to yours again and you smile against his lips, and then he’s spinning you around in his arms. You laugh loudly, hiding your face in his neck while his hands grip your hips, your legs dangling under you. After he completes three circles, you hit on his chest and ask him to stop, getting dizzy from happiness and being whirled. He puts you on your feet back and you try to balance yourself on your legs as he holds you up, pressing multiple kisses to your face. At this point, you’re laughing so much your cheeks start to hurt.

“I’m so, so, so damn proud of you, baby,” he says in between the stream of kisses. “Congrats, my love.”

“Thank you, baby,” you reply giggling, rearing back slightly and trying to escape his lips’ attack on your face. But he just follows you, still connecting his mouth to your skin repeatedly and making you lightheaded. “Wait, baby, I can’t breathe properly.”

Only then he stops, looking down at you with a huge smile on his face. You recompose yourself, putting your hair back into place and straightening your clothes. 

When you finish, you put your hands around his neck again and mutter with sincerity, “I couldn’t have done it without you, babe.”

You’re about to kiss him again, but your little bubble of joy and love pops when someone coughs just behind your boyfriend. You look over his shoulders to find Sungchan still standing there, having witnessed all of your interaction. You sigh, annoyed with him again. 

Does he ever catch a hint?

Of course, your partner, the politest person you’ve ever met, turns around to face Sungchan. The tip of his ears tinge pink at being caught by someone in such an intimate moment with you, but he quickly shakes it off to address the other man.

“Hi! Sorry, I didn’t know Y/N was talking with someone. I’m Anton, her boyfriend,” he introduces himself sheepishly and extends his free hand to Sungchan, his other arm still clinging to you by his side.

Let me know if you wanna be tagged! I'll see you guys next friday! 😘

[amandasannoying]

Snippet from what? Nothing:

“Sometimes, you are decades older than me.”

“Is that a bad thing, Arthur?”

“No, no, of course not. I value your advice. It’s strong, like steel. I suppose I just… it was meant to be the other way around.”

“I was meant to be naive, no?” When she ended her sentences with that little, inconsequential word, he remembered she spoke French. She still expressed herself the way they did.

He shook his head. “You were when we met,” he said. You were at our wedding, when you looked at me on the alter, eyes so wide, so scared, I thought you were going to faint. I would’ve caught you.

She stiffened, sat straighter, and spun her wedding ring. “Naivety dies a quick death here.”

He moved his rook across the board. He titled his head. “You say that, yet I’ve been told my idealism never faded.”

She smiled sadly. “It is not always a flaw.”

“To you, perhaps.”

[brokehorrorfan]

Friday the 13th (2009) will be released on 4K Ultra HD on September 17 via Arrow Video. Gary Pullin designed the new artwork for the Platinum Dunes remake; the original poster is on the reverse side.

Marcus Nispel (The Texas Chainsaw Massacre) directs from a script by Damian Shannon and Mark Swift (Freddy vs. Jason). Jared Padalecki, Danielle Panabaker, Aaron Yoo, Amanda Righetti, Travis Van Winkle, and Derek Mears star.

The limited edition set comes with a booklet featuring new writing by Matt Konopka and Alexandra West, a double-sided poster, and a Crysal Lake postcard.

The theatrical version and "killer" extended cut of the film are presented in 4K in Dolby Vision with original 5.1 DTS-HD Master Audio. Special features are listed below, where you can also see more of the contents.

Disc 1:

Theatrical cut (97 minutes)

Audio commentary by director Marcus Nispel (new)

Audio commentary by writers Mark Swift and Damian Shannon (new)

Interview with director Marcus Nispel (new)

Interview with writers Mark Swift and Damian Shannon (new)

Interview with cinematographer Daniel Pearl (new)

A Killer New Beginning - Video essay on Friday the 13th and horror remakes by film critic Matt Donato (new)

Terror Trivia track excerpts

The Rebirth of Jason Voorhees featurette 

Hacking Back / Slashing Forward featurette

The 7 Best Kills featurette 

Deleted scenes 

Teaser trailer

Theatrical trailer

TV spots

Electronic press kit

Image gallery

Disc 2:

Killer cut (105 mintues)

Audio commentary by film critics Alexandra Heller-Nicholas and Josh Nelson (new)

A group of oblivious teenagers choose Camp Crystal Lake as the destination for a weekend getaway. Among them, the young Clay Miller (Jared Padalecki) is not looking for fun and frolics, but for his sister Whitney who disappeared around the lake six weeks earlier. The trip turns into a waking nightmare as the bloodthirsty Jason emerges from the shadows, wielding a deadly machete and out for blood. Cut off from civilization, these youths discover too late that Crystal Lake bears the scars of a violent past as they uncover the terrifying events that spurred the masked killer’s quest for violent vengeance.

Pre-order Friday the 13th (2009).

[itsmyfandomandilikeit]

Ok I have gone through all available evidence and I have a prediction.

Look I'm ngl I am watching Arcane for Cait and Vi. I love the show overall but this ship is what I'm most here for, especially after I spent the last 3 years under the assumption that Mel was dead. Glad she isn't. Point is, I really want CaitVi/Violyn/Piltover's Finest to be handled well, and I pay a disproportionate amount of attention to what happens with these two.

After watching the first arc of season 2 the other day, I was trying really hard to ignore the ending to episode 3. I didn't like that Cait hit Vi in the stomach and abandoned her in a pit after being all classist at her, but I thought, this is Arcane. Arcane is the greatest fucking thing I've ever seen, of course they're gonna find a way to make this work. But that made me think of it as a puzzle. How could they possibly make this work?

Option one, Cait sucks now and she and Vi don't get back together. I don't think this makes sense, because of the brand. CaitVi is a popular ship that just about everybody likes. A huge amount of the hype for this season before the trailers came out was building up assurances that don't worry, CaitVi is happening and it's not gonna be ambiguous. Take this teaser from like two weeks after season 1 ended, a couple of Valentine's Day icons, and one million tweets from Amanda Overton. Why the fuck would they make this season be about Cait and Vi not working out? It simply doesn't make logical sense.

Ok, so we're starting from the assumption that Cait and Vi have a happy ending that makes people feel like they should be together, and continue to want to play as them in the games and buy merchandise. That means they either explicitly get back together, or it's so implied there isn't much of a difference. My money is on zero ambiguity. Vi is the main character and Cait is maybe #3 or #4. Ambiguity about their ending would just look like a weak writing choice and they didn't know what they're doing. The Arcane writers don't tend to go for wishy washy.

But here's the problem. Domestic violence is bad. It's about the fastest way to guarantee the majority of your audience doesn't think two characters should be together. It would take a herculean effort on Cait's part to make up for that and honestly I still wouldn't believe it. To me, there isn't any kind of act of service that makes up for hitting your partner. Not even ensuring the independence of the nation of Zaun. Add on top of that the over the top hurtful comments about Vi's blood and class. It makes her look very much like, deep down, she thinks of Vi as beneath her. If she meant those things, a relationship between them is impossible. (Not to mention how many teenaged girls I know are watching this, and I don't want them to think it's ever okay to be treated like that, even in a fantasy series.)

So my prediction is this. The only way to make a relationship between Cait and Vi viable again is to render those comments and the sentiment they carry meaningless. How do the writers do that? Imo it turns out later that Cait intentionally came up with cruel things to say to cut Vi loose. She realized that Vi would never be able to kill Jinx, and this new explosion will make the situation aboveground even worse, and Vi still won't be able to contribute to the hunt after this. Vi has no future as an enforcer against Jinx and will probably get treated like dogshit as a Zaunite, so Cait is "breaking her heart to save her", as Tvtropes would say. In Cait's mind, it's better if she's left down here in Zaun.

What evidence do I have for this? It fits Cait's characterization as a genius who thinks quickly and several steps ahead. It fits the tiny animation details we zero in on of her stiffening her trembling lips and furled eyebrows. It un-ruins the most popular canon relationship in League. It allows act 1 to end on massive shock value but roll it back later to show that Cait actually does love Vi, enough to let her go for her own good.

I'm not arguing this is the best possible solution but it's the one I think they're going to go with. Amanda Overton and some others have repeatedly said that CaitVi fans will be happy with the ending to Arcane. Everything about the show(the opening, Netflix Brazil's Twitter account, the story) points to them being the show's OTP except for this one scene. I think Cait intentionally cut Vi out of her life by pretending to be much crueler than she wanted to be, to protect her and, likely, as a form of self destruction.

[softspiderling]

but i need your lips on mine | d.h.

summary: derek hale is a mystery you have yet to solve

pairing: derek hale x reader

warnings: none

word count: 1,9k

author's note: hello guys the teaser for the long awaited college au is finally here. i hope you guys like it :) tagging @stilinskiderek bc i’ve been annoying charlotte about this fic for ages and i know she’s been waiting for a derek fic😭 side note: this is a teaser/accompanying fic to the actual fic boy, you write your name (I can do the same) which will be out on thursday! meaning this is NOT an excerpt of the fic, but offers more background of the relationship derek and the reader have, and also where the nickname CJ comes from

“Are you actually washing the car or are you just waiting for someone to pay attention to you?”

“Oh ha ha, you’re hilarious,” Derek said dryly, wringing out the sponge and tossing it in one of the soapy buckets. You grinned at him, tossing him a water bottle, which he easily caught, drinking quickly as you leaned your hands into your waist.

“Thanks.”

“Sure,” you replied, looking around. It was quite busy, every single member of the frat seemed hard at work. “Pretty nice turnout, huh?”

Derek shrugged in a way that meant he was agreeing with you, but he didn’t want to look like he was bragging. He was humble like that. You scoffed, brushing your hair back over your shoulder, and Derek zeroed in on the bikini strap under your top, a grin forming on his face.

“You come here to lend a hand?”

“Oh please,” you rolled your eyes at him with a snicker. “I was thinking ahead. With you standing in the sun for the whole day and Isaac around buckets full of water? I was bound to end up soaked, thought I’d save me a trip to the laundromat.”

“Now you’re basically begging me to drench you,” Derek drawled, picking up the sponge soaked full of water, advancing on you.

“Don’t you dare!” You hissed at him, giving him a shove.

“Are you doing a special?”

While you and Derek were wrestling around, ending up with both of you getting a soak, you hadn’t noticed the Mini pulled up next to you, windows down, a pretty girl smirking at yoi.

“Nah, I’m just here to support my friends,” you said, gesturing to Derek, wiping your wet forehead with a laugh. “It’s his frat that’s organizing this car wash. Derek, this is Amanda, she’s in my Women’s Writing class. Just transferred from Palomar.”

“Hey,” Derek said, leaning against her car. “You here for a full wash?”

“Sure am.”

Derek nodded, leaning back. “Isaac! Grab some boys and a couple of buckets, we got another one.”

Isaac saluted Derek, his wet curls hanging in his face. Glancing over to you, he grinned, wagging his eyebrows when he caught you staring at his bare chest, turning on his heel to grab the buckets, but not without teasing you.

“Take a picture, CJ, it’ll last longer.”

“CJ?” Amanda asked, raising a brow. You groaned internally when Derek only smirked at her, clearly ecstatic that he got to tell the story again.

“Right, you’re a transfer, so you don’t know where her nickname comes from. Well, let me tell you, you’re in for a treat. It was a really nice summer day-”

“Derek, I’m not letting you tell the story again with the exaggerations,” you scowled at him, though in jest, shoving him gently. You turned back to Amanda, sighing softly. “Anyways. It all started when I was a freshman, a couple of weeks into the semester. I was taking Deucalion’s class for Intro to Ancient History….”

An incessant ringing pulled you out of your deep slumber, but your head barely rose from the pillow as you poked the screen of your phone until the alarm stopped, leaving you to your slumber again. You had fallen asleep around 4:30 because it had taken you that long to finish your paper on Caesar. Usually, you never left your assignments for the last minute, and to be fair, you didn’t really. Leave it to the last minute, that is. The assignment was done, sitting in your folders waiting to be printed for about a week or so. But then you caught up with your study group, where you found out that Deucalion always knocked you down a letter grade if he didn’t agree with your opinion. And he loved Caesar. You didn’t. Which you made exceptionally clear in your essay. So being the freshman that you were, wanting to get good grades in your first semester, you decided to rewrite all 8 pages with the deadline looming in less than 10 hours, because he insisted on collecting the assignments right at the beginning of the class. Not the smartest thing you’ve done. Around one am, the library had closed, in the middle of your hot streak, and by the time you reached your dorm, you lost your train of thought and it took you two hours to find it again. And it was not because you fell asleep for 20 minutes. When the alarm blares up again, you groaned loudly, reaching for your phone to silence it, stilling when the phone pinged, announcing the arrival of a text. You narrowed your eyes at the screen, your eyes bleary as your vision slowly cleared.

[Stevie]: where r u???

Your heart plummeted when you read the text, and while you checked the time, you had to resist the urge to throw yourself out of the window.

08:13. Deucalion’s class started at 08:15.

“FUCK!”

Scrambling up from your bed, your legs tangled in the blankets and you nearly brained yourself when you fell to the floor. Getting up, you located your paper on your desk, making sure it was still where you left it, before you headed to the bathroom, quickly brushing your teeth. With your toothbrush in your mouth, you tugged some jeans and a shirt out of the closet, laying it on the bed to get changed when there was another ping.

[Stevie]: hes l8 if u hurry up u mite make it in time

Your eyes widened, the gods must’ve heard your silent prayers and you rushed to the bathroom, spitting out your toothpaste, and splashing some water in your face for good measure before you grabbed your stuff, backpack on your arm, phone and paper in your hand, running across campus to get to the lecture hall. When you finally skidded to a halt in front of the doors of the lecture hall, you slowly opened the door, peeking into it. There were two lines down the stairs, so the other students must be in line to drop off their papers at the front. Sighing a deep breath of relief, you squeezed yourself through the gap in the door and inconspicuously walked behind the last person in line. As the line moved forward, you dropped your backpack in between the seated rows, making it seem like you’d been in the class from the beginning. As the line slowly moved forward, you caught a glimpse of Professor Deucalion at the front. Only, it wasn’t him… Narrowing your eyes, you eyed the guy that was standing by the desk, his arms crossed. He had dark hair, a faint stubble and a scowl on his face. Must be Deucalion’s TA, though you didn’t remember ever seeing him during lectures, though he did look quite familiar. By the time you reached the front desk, you lifted your head, your eyes meeting the TA’s. He raised an eyebrow at you as you dropped your assignment on the stack and the way the corners of his mouth curled up made you furrow your brows.

“What?” you asked defensively and he uncrossed his arms, leaning his hands on the desk.

“Nothing… Just. Cute jammies.”

You heard the class let out laughter as you stared at him before glancing down at yourself, flushing when you realized you were still wearing your pj’s, which was just a tank top and arguably your worst pyjama pants: Teal and pink Hello Kitty pants. Snapping your head up, you glared at him, but before you could say another word, the side door opened, and Professor Deucalion walked in.

“You better take a seat, CJ,” the TA said with a smirk, collecting the assignments in his hand and you bit back a retort, finding an empty in the back row as Professor Deucalion started the lecture. As he droned on, your eyes kept flitting over to the TA in the first row, glaring at the back of his head. Even hours later, when you were at some fresher party a frat was throwing, the incident was a topic with your friends.

“It was crazy. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.”

Stevie nodded as you only rolled your eyes, taking another sip of your drink. “Seriously, she was staring with her mouth open and everything. Which I get. I just have more self-control.”

“You guys are ridiculous. He was making fun of me,” you pointed out and Audrey stared at you, her eyes nearly bugging out of her head.

“Dude. He wants to bang you.”

With a snort, you shook your head at your friends and their crazy conspiracy theories.

“Come on, I didn’t come here to talk about our lecture. Let’s go find something to do. I think they’re playing beer pong in the backyard,” you suggested, dragging your friends through the house and out into the backyard, which seemed to be just as crowded as inside. Walking over to the beer pong table, it looked like they were in the middle of the game, so you just tapped on the shoulder of one guy.

“Hey, is it possible for me and my friends to play a round?”

“Sure,” he replied without turning around, throwing the ball and scoring. “You guys can just- oh hey, CJ!”

Of course it was fucking him*. The TA from Deucalion’s lecture was standing in front of you, an amused grin on his face.*

“My name is-” you started, but he waved you off snickering.

“I know what your name is. But CJ is fitting, isn’t it?” He took a sip from his drink, giving you a brief once over and you ignored how Stevie’s grip around your arm tightened for a second. “I see you changed, though I must say I did like the pants.” You gave him a look and he offered you his hand.

“Derek Hale.”

“There were a lot of people at that party. And I guess the name just stuck.”

“Huh. So everyone just calls you CJ?”

You shrugged. You didn’t really mind the nickname, it was cute. At this point, it was odd to hear someone call you by your government name unless it was a professor or someone from the faculty. Everyone addressed you as CJ. It was just the story that bothered you, mostly because Derek liked to add details that were unimportant. Also because he cracked up all the time telling the story like it was the funniest thing he’d ever experienced, that jerk.

“You have to admit it’s a cool nickname,” Derek cut in, and Amanda laughed.

“Guess so… So how does that work with you being a TA and you two dating?”

“We’re not dating.” “He’s not actually a TA.”

Really? That was what he chose to correct? You side-eyed Derek but he just gave you a subtle wink as Amanda perked up, looking at you curiously.

“So, you’re single?”

Even before you replied, you noticed how Derek clinked himself out of the conversation, walking over to the waiting cars leaning against the door. Every time you thought you had figured him out, he went ahead and did something that confused you even more. Sometimes you thought back to what Audrey and Stevie had said to you about Derek before you even really knew him. You glanced over to him as you handed Amanda your phone so she could put her number in, and it was as if Derek could feel your eyes on him, he turned his head in your direction, giving you a small smile, flashing his teeth at you. Some day you will just flat out ask him.

But not today.

[sinnaea]

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The name Sinnaea is a pseudonym that I like to use for all my written work. Writing is something I do for fun and it's comforting. I actually have quite the following outside of this name. I'm a YouTuber of 10+ years and a Twitch streamer of 3+ years. As you can imagine, it can be overwhelming. So, I come here to feel safe and write about the fandoms and characters I enjoy. And I welcome like-minded people to my cozy place. I don't currently take requests, but feel free to ask me anything and I'll provide a brief.

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I also have a couple of OCs that will be in both fandoms. More will definitely be added to the list, but this is what I have so far. Most of my current works are rated Mature or higher. Although the more explicit bits won't be shared here, I will always link the full work with each post. I also like to do audio recordings for previous works and teasers for upcoming chapters. So, you can expect a few of those here.

Links below if you'd like to take a peek. And, as always, thank you for reading 💜

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[allthingsdarkanddirty]

Her ex just showed up uninvited... 

And it's clear they're far from over.

Under Her Roof by Allison Temple is now available for preorder!

Universal: https://geni.us/UnderHerRoof

My name is Gillian and I have three problems:

A fallen tree through the roof of my family’s remote island cottage.

A sister trying to sell said cottage out from under me.

A dead body in the living room. Sadly, it’s not my sister’s.

Actually, make that four problems: my ex, Amanda, just showed up uninvited. Apparently, she’s a spy, undercover to investigate the luxury wine auction hosted by my conniving sister.

We’ve got no connection to the mainland and a murderer on the island, so tonight Amanda and I have three missions:

Find the killer

Stay alive

Escape by sunrise

Actually, make that four missions: Do not fall in love, because apparently Amanda and I are far from over.

Under Her Roof is part of the Accidentally Undercover shared LGBTQ+ romantic suspense series.

#teaser #teasershare #bookteaser #preorder #bookpreorder #comingsoon #underherroof #accidentallyundercover #romanticsuspense #romancenovels #romancebooks #lgbtqromance #wlw #sapphicromance #lesbianromance #queerromance #steamyreads #kissingbooks #booklovers #readers #booknews #bookbuzzAbout Allison: Allison lives in Toronto with her very patient husband and the world’s cutest team of rescue pets. She tries to split her time between writing, exploring Toronto’s parks, and traveling anywhere that has good wine. Tragically, this leaves no time to clean the house. Find Allison Online: Amazon: 

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[natashasbitxh]

Okay FINALLY I've been so excited for this

The lie was...

"I was previously working on a Shaynse Hadestown/Greek mythology inspired au"

I made sure to phrase this VERY specifically, because the truth is I HAVE thought abt this idea and I'd love to do it but I thought of it literally last week and have done NO work on it😭 and to anybody who isn't sure what Hadestown is abt, it's the story of Orpheus and Eurydice! If anybody is curious, so far my thoughts are Chanse as Eurydice and Shayne as Orpheus (Although I so desperately want Chanse to be the musical one so I'll have to figure that one out😭), Ian as Hades and Anthony as Persephone, and Triple A (Amanda, Arasha and Angela) as the Fates!

Now to the truths...

"I was previously working on a Smosh Musical"

Thats true! When it came around the time I'd been a fan for a year, I wanted to do something! First the idea was that I was just going to cast Starkid members as Smosh members but then I started getting excited and waaayyy too ambitious considering how little time I had to work on it😭 Then I got a little overwhelmed because I realised I'm not at all familiar enough with Pre-Mythical Smosh, and also I was not going to be able to write my own songs for this so I stopped working on it (However the other idea was to just use pre-existing songs...). I did in fact make little teaser/promo pictures and I also made a teaser trailer that I plan to share in a post! And maybe when I have time I'll continue to work on it!

"I was previously working on a Shaynse spies au"

Okay, so this one is VERY much true. This spies au is like my big project and I think abt it all the time😭 I've never posted a fanfic before purely because I always get bored but THIS au...I usually always work on it at LEAST once a month, however due to recent events in my personal life (nothing too serious!!!) I've been unable to work on it. Its called "i don't need love (for what good will love do me?)" From the song Diamonds are Forever by Shirley Bassey, this is obviously inspired by James Bond however I'll be completely honest and admit I've never watched a James Bond film😭 But the main plot is that Ian (Head of the HQ) puts Shayne in charge of a new squad who's main mission is to find Anthony, who's been missing for years. The whole vibe of Shaynse is that Shayne very much thinks Chanse hates him at the beginning which might not be quite true...😭 I plan to post an excerpt!

This has been so fun, thank you smoshblr and a special thank you to @unknownteapot for organising this!!!

[sourholland]

WELCOME TO THE STYLE MASTERLIST

series based off of taylor swift’s song style

Summary → He’s the Quarterback of the Cincinnati Bengals, a worldwide heartthrob with an ego the size of Lake Erie—but does he have the heart to match it? You’re the Bengals newest cheerleader, desperate to prove how much you deserve your spot on the team. It doesn’t take much to catch the eye of Joe Burrow, however that isn’t necessarily a good thing when you’re told that any romantic relations between cheerleaders and players is strictly prohibited.

AN → Honestly this idea came to me pretty suddenly, it wasn’t very premeditated. I’m not sure anyone will be interested in reading it, this is me kinda testing the waters. I’m just going through a crazy sad breakup so I’m kinda just trying to get back into the things I love to do, writing being one of them. Also, I kinda just want to get my mind off stuff and who doesn’t love Joe Burrow haha. As always, let me know to be added to the tag list :)

Pairing(s) → Joe Burrow x Fem!Reader

Warnings → Strong Language, Alcohol Use, Mature Themes/NSFW Themes, Angst, Injury, Forbidden Love, More to Come

PLAYLIST

PART ONE - No Headlights

PART TWO - Good Girl

PART THREE - James Dean

PART FOUR - His Wild Eyes

PART FIVE - Taking Off His Coat

PART SIX - Tell You To Leave

Teaser →

After a rigorous auditioning process with over a thousand girls trying to earn their spot on the Bengal’s Cheerleading Squad, only forty made the cut. Most returners, some new like yourself. You’d watched girls break bones, continuing to audition on them to have a shot on the squad. Many left in tears, cut and sent home with hardly any reason why.

There was a little bit of metaphorical survivor’s guilt after you’d made the team, knowing this wasn’t your dream like it was for some others. This was only a season or two commitment for you while you finished up your last year of college. Then you’d become a teacher, something you’d had a passion for over the years. Cheerleading was more so a hobby, you’d danced all of your life and had cheered in high school. This wasn’t going to be your livelihood, nor did it offer you the funds to live off of for more than a short while.

There were plenty of rules to follow, many of which had you questioning if this was truly what you wanted. The handbook they’d given you was thick, although some of the girls had told you that they’d lessened up on the requirements over the years after a lawsuit had been filed. In the end, it wasn’t so bad. Tedious, but still a very surreal experience.

From about April to the middle of July, it was practice twice a week from 7:30 at night to about 11. There was a separate facility used to work and condition through the colder months, just following the Super Bowl. Once pre-season truly began, the whole team moved practice facilities. This put you in the same place as the Bengals practiced, giving you more field time than gym time to get acclimated. It was different, especially due to the fact that players and cheerleaders were placed at an arms length most of the time.

The afternoon of the first practice at the new stadium, you’d all been given the talk. This was basically your coaches and executives way of saying that if anyone found out that anyone off the squad had anything more than a friendly, professional relationship with one of the players—they’d be either cut or sanctioned. It was bad for the image of the team, making it bad for those in charge.

It shouldn’t have been a problem.

That first night practice in August was tough, you were coming off of a sprained ankle and the heat was blistering even at 8 at night. Amanda, your head coach, sent you inside to grab some ice from the athletic trainer to bring back out to the field. There was a stigma around the coaching and treatment of NFL cheerleaders, but you’d mostly had a decent experience so far. Your coaches did care that you were healthy and equipped to cheer.

Adorned in a slightly baggy Bengals T-shirt and spandex, you walked through the empty halls of the mostly deserted facility. The players had just ended their practice about an hour earlier, you watched them all exit into the locker room. That meant that mostly everyone had called it a night, heading home. The cheerleaders stayed late because practice was meant to be after work or class, it wasn’t a full-time job.

The door to the athletic trainers office was slightly ajar, the light on. Pushing it open slightly, you stepped in with furrowed eyebrows and a curious look. On the large medical table, ice in hand, sat Joe Borrow still in his practice jersey and shorts. The office was empty besides him, trainer nowhere to be seen.

He was a good looking guy, you’d give him that. Maybe it was the fact that he was 6’4 or maybe it was the fact that he was really fucking good at his sport. He looked up at you and gave a friendly grin, laying the ice on his knee.

“Emily said she was heading home about a half hour ago, her kid was sick or something so she had to pick him up from the babysitter,” Joe told you politely. “I came in just as she was like walking out, she just told me to lock up the office when I was done.”

Someone was clearly a rambler.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “I was just going to grab some ice.”

He nodded and went silent while you walked over to the ice maker, taking the plastic scooper and putting some of it into a plastic bag. He was still looking at you, making it obvious as you saw him from your peripheral. Twisting the bag, you felt slightly awkward just standing there in silence.

“I’m Joe,” he spoke again.

“Y/N,” you turned back towards him. “It’s nice to meet you.”

He extended a hand towards you, smiling as you took it and shook it softly. When you broke from his grip, he remained looking at you. He was definitely one of those people who looked you right in the eyes through the entire conversation. You didn’t know if this made you particularly uncomfortable or slightly excited.

“You’re a cheerleader.”

“Was that a question?” You chuckled, “I think that’s pretty obvious.”

“No, no. I was kind of just thinking out loud.”

He was easily flustered, that much was obvious. He repositioned the bag of ice and looked back up at you with slightly pink cheeks. This made you want to crack a grin, feeling like you were talking to a boy for the first time ever or something.

“I should head back to practice,” you told him, watching him slowly nod in understanding.

“Yeah, of course,” Joe smiled. “It was nice meeting you, Y/N.”

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[wannabevampire]

distracted! masterlist ☆

(steve x bucky x natasha x reader)

(and possible other versions that will including multiple other avengers…👀)

not finished!

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the ask that started it all! nsfw <3

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more coming eventually soon!! <3

note: hi hi! here’s another mini masterlist! i’m sorry i haven’t been writing i’m going through a breakup(?) idk it’s complicated and he’s using my trauma against me! so i haven’t been doing too great lmfao. i know most of you haven’t been here during the “distracted” era! but it’s a very fun and sexy little au i came up with! and it’s the first full fic i wrote!!! we have @becca-e-barnes to blame for the monstrosity that is this account! as you can see a lot of these are links to asks i sent to my lovely becca! thx for inspiring me to write, luv ya!

xoxo,

allie🕊

p.s. ~ hoping to write more soon! however the sleepover is postponed due to MEN. 🙄

taglist + plus the my little distracted vampires who’ve been here since day one <3 wouldn’t be here without you :D

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[carryonmywaywardcaptain]

Trust Me

Pairing: MoC!Dean x reader

Summary: Dean’s losing his grip with the Mark, so you offer him a different outlet to work through some of his tension.

Warnings: smidge of flangst, implied friends with benefits, implied (rough) future smut

WC: 210

A/N: For @cockslut-padalecki’s Eleven Sentence Challenge (prompt: I want it to hurt). Gif credit to @heartless-antichrist and @justjensenanddean I’ve been wanting to write something inspired by Three Days Grace’s “Pain” (a classic banger I will never grow tired of). This will have to do for now, but maybe it can be a teaser for a future fic ;)

You cradled Dean’s face, stroking his stubbled cheek with your thumb until his unfocused gaze met yours. Noticing his murky green eyes were distant and every bit as tense as the rest of his body, you wanted nothing more than to ease some of his pain.

“I can tell how miserable you’ve been feeling, trying to numb everything you’ve kept bottled up...all of that anger and agony you’ve been carrying since you got the Mark. Please, just give this a chance, Dean—trust me.”

Spotting the crease in his brow as his lips parted, you tentatively kissed him before he could protest the arrangement. His actions were timid as he returned the favor, teasing and caressing your tongue with his own, while his hands gently settled on your waist.

“I trust you, Dean.” You murmured the affirmation, pausing for a moment to let your words sink in before sucking his bottom lip between your teeth. “Besides...I want it to hurt.”

With a huff of surrender, he lunged forward and slammed you against the wall as he devoured you with a fervent kiss. The space between the two of you was charged when he leaned away, studying you until his hooded eyes drifted to his hand carefully wrapping around your throat.

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[brokehorrorfan]

The Last Starfighter will be released on 4K Ultra HD on May 30 via Arrow Video. Matt Ferguson designed the cover art for the 1984 sci-fi action adventure film; the original poster is on the reverse side.

Nick Castle - best known for playing Michael Myers in the original Halloween and co-writing Escape from New York - directs from a script by Jonathan R. Betuel (My Science Project). Lance Guest, Dan O'Herlihy, Catherine Mary Stewart, and Robert Preston star.

The Last Starfighter has been restored in 4K from the original 35mm camera negative with Dolby Vision (HDR10 compatible) and uncompressed 2.0 stereo, 5.1 DTS-HD MA, and 4.1 audio. Special features are listed below.

Special features:

Audio commentary by star Lance Guest and his son Jackson Guest

Audio commentary by director Nick Castle and production designer Ron Cobb

Audio commentary by Mike White of The Last Projection Booth podcast

Interview with actor Catherine Mary Stewart

Interview with composer Craig Safan

Interview with screenwriter Jonathan Betuel

Interview with special effects supervisor Kevin Pike

Interview with author Greg Bear on Digital Productions, the company responsible for the CGI in The Last Starfighter

Interview with arcade game collector Estil Vance on reconstructing the Starfighter game

Crossing the Frontier: The Making of The Last Starfighter - 4-part documentary with cast and crew members

Heroes of the Screen featurette

Image galleries

Theatrical trailer

Teaser trailer

Booklet with writing by film historian Amanda Reyes and author Greg Bear’s unpublished Omni article on Digital Productions (first pressing only)

Video game expert Alex Rogan finds himself transported to another planet after conquering The Last Starfighter video game only to find out it was just a test. He was recruited to join the team of best starfighters to defend their world from the attack.

Pre-order The Last Starfighter.

[sirphillipcranestanaccount]

Modern AU teaser under the cut. Let me know what y’all think!

“Ugggh” Eloise said, dropping her forehead onto the textbook that lay on the table in front of her. She looked at her phone, 10:30 on a Friday night and she was still in the library. “How did I get myself into this situation?” she raised her head and looked across the table at Penelope, “Pen, when I said ‘oh I think I’m going to get a master’s in English’, English of all things, why didn’t you talk me out of it?”

Penelope shifted her eyes from her laptop screen to Eloise without moving her head. “Because,” she began to reply, never once stopping her typing “I believe your exact words were ‘Pen, I’m going to grad school and there’s no way you can talk me out of it’.” 

“She’s right, El,” Edwina said not bothering to look up from her computer, “I have it on video.” 

“How many drinks had I had up to that point?” Eloise’s head was once again in her textbook making her words difficult to hear. “And was I aware at the time that I would have to read The Canterbury Tales again?”

“None and yes,” Penelope replied.

“Ugh,” Eloise repeated, “what are you two working on?” she wanted to distract herself from Chaucer for a moment,

“I’m writing a paper about the works and political activism of Susan Sontag,” Penelope answered.

“I’m writing a reflection on a trip I had to take to the Met,” Edwina stated, “so I’m attempting to be engaging about statues I have seen on what must be at least a hundred occasions.”

“Do you guys remember in undergrad when we used to do fun and interesting things on the weekends?” Eloise asked. 

“I don’t think that emptying 4 bottles of Barefoot Riesling and eating buffalo wings while watching Golden Girls re-runs could be deemed interesting in any sense of the word,” Penelope said, “plus, judging by the frequency with which Eddie’s phone has been vibrating, she certainly has an interesting weekend ahead of her,” she smirked.

Eloise’s head popped up in interest. Finally a distraction! “Are these texts from a gentleman?” she asked with a tone of overstated interest.

Edwina started to flush “Do you guys remember that TA I had last semester for my archaeology class?”

“The one who’s so smart and funny and cute and always replied to your e-mails right away?” Eloise replied, “I’m not sure if you mentioned him.”

Edwina’s eyes narrowed at Eloise’s teasing, “Well, we went out and got coffee the other week and we’ve been texting ever since, and long story short I think I’m going to marry him.”

“Marriage?” Eloise scoffed, “have you two even…?” she let her words trail off, but let a rude gesture with her hands finish the statement.

“I was being facetious,” Edwina replied, “and no, I haven’t slept with him,” she returned to typing just before adding, “Very ladylike hand gesture by the way.”

“Well, it’s a good thing I’ve never once tried to be ladylike in my life,” Eloise retorted.

“The blouse and pencil skirt you’re wearing at the library would state otherwise,” Penelope teased.

“Pen, you know I have to wear this when I tutor,” she shot back “apparently I have to look professional when I’m trying to help freshmen comp lit majors figure out what Candide is about.”

“What is Candide about?” Edwina asked.

“Hell if I know,” Eloise replied with a shrug. She looked back at her phone, “can we go home now?” she asked, “I hate walking through the park after 11.”

Penelope closed her computer, “I was about to suggest the same.”

As the 3 women walked out of the now-empty library Eloise spotted something on a bench in the vestibule between the library doors. It was a leather-bound notebook with a snap closure. Eloise couldn’t help but be curious, so she opened it.

“What on Earth are you doing El?” Penelope asked, “we are in New York City, god knows where that’s been!”

“Calm down Pen, it’s not street trash,” she replied. She opened to the first page of the notebook and read: property of Phillip Crane. If found, please contact pcrane282@nyu.edu

Phillip got home and all but went straight to sleep. Well, first he thanked and said goodbye to his Aunt who had been kind enough to watch his children after their most recent nanny had quit.

It appeared that the final straw for the most recent young lady–in what seemed to be a revolving door of unfortunate women (and some men)– was when the twins had decided to put a layer of cream cheese on the deodorant that they found in her purse. Phillip was more bewildered by his children’s antics than anybody, but even he had to admit that someone who decided to pursue a career in child care ought to be made of sterner stuff. 

But today had been a long day, and he needed to sleep before he went back to the lab tomorrow. He peaked his head into Oliver and Amanda’s room to make sure they were asleep. Or, if not asleep, not causing trouble. Then he went to his room and simply fell face down on the bed.

Phillip woke up the next morning to his alarm at 6 am in the clothes he had worn the day previous. He cursed under his breath, he was planning to wear that pair of khakis again today, but now they were all wrinkled and so was his shirt. Phillip went out into the kitchen and started making coffee when he heard a small voice from behind him.

“Daddy, you’re not going to wear those clothes to work are you?” He turned around to see Amanda in her pajamas. 

“Don’t I look good?” Phillip joked with her.

“You look like you slept in your clothes,” she said flatly, moving a chair to the side of the cabinet to reach for the cereal that was a bit too high for her to reach on her own. 

“That’s just the look I was going for,” he smiled and took a sip of his coffee, “do you want me to pack your lunch for you?” he asked. He didn’t have to be at the lab until 9:00 this morning. 

“No thanks,” Amanda said passing him to get milk from the refrigerator, “Me and Oliver packed our lunches last night.”

Phillip felt his stomach knot. He was proud that both of his children were self-sufficient, but he hated the fact that they had to be. Ever since their mother died–and frankly, before–they had needed to be like little adults, in spite of being 8 years old. Phillip tried the best he could to be a good dad to them, but working toward a Ph.D. and having the pressure of a research fellowship on one’s shoulders made active fathering somewhat difficult. 

“What did you pack, is it healthy?” Phillip asked, trying to make up for his dead-beat ways.

“Sandwich, apples, yogurt, and cheez-its,” she said matter of factly “I don’t know what Oliver put in his.”

As if on cue Oliver walked into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, “I made the same thing but with chips instead of yogurt, because yogurt is gross.” He joined his sister at the countertop and poured cereal into a bowl that Amanda had already set out for him.

“Alright, kids, what’s on the schedule for today?” Phillip said, putting down his coffee, “anything after school that I should let Aunt Gertie know about?”

“I have piano right after school,” Amanda stated.

“And I have a hockey game at 5,” Oliver said with a mouth full of cereal, “can you come, Dad?”

Phillip’s heart sank, he knew he probably wasn’t going to be able to make it, but he decided to try and humor his son anyway. 

“Let me check my book,” he said walking over to his bag. He looked in the brown satchel to find that he couldn’t find the familiar brown leather datebook.

“Shit,” he whispered under his breath, “shit shit shit shit shit.”

“Are you okay dad?” Oliver asked, once more with his mouth full.

“Yes,” Phillip said with a sigh “I just can’t find my datebook.”

Phillip grabbed his phone to check the schedule he tried to maintain electronically and saw that he had an e-mail.

Dear Mr. Crane,

Hello! I just wanted to contact you because I believe I found your datebook outside the library last night. At least, this is the e-mail that was written to contact in case it was found. What is the best way that I can return it to you? I know I’m personally lost without my planner. Let me know how I can get it back to you and I will be sure to do so ASAP.

Sincerely,

Eloise Bridgerton, B.A.

Student | NYU Graduate School of Arts & Science

ebridge240@nyu.edu

(212)995-3422

P.S. I suppose I should ask you to describe it, just to make sure I’m handing it off to the right person. Once you’ve done that I will promptly return it to you.

[lunartonehana]

Pokemon Rejuvenation V13 Live Reaction Thread 9/10

Spoilers for V13 under cut

okie my phone was charging lol so imma summarize what happened so far

rhodea is the puppet person

makes sense tbh good for her

geara(derogatory)

uh

that’s pretty much it besides from the fact their was a bug and i beat the red haired bitch

also no more large screen :(

i don’t like full screen so ig my screen is a lot smaller than it normal is

:(

i’ll try full screening for a bit

feels off tho

wonder if there r any new pokemon in the area

idk

The puppet master is pissed

Reina is here now ig

hmm

Rhodea based

(not really but she’s a black queen gotta rep her)

Yo fuck the blakeory’s

Amber is a good girl

HAZUKI

HAZUKI U BITCH

WHAT

I have come to the conclusion that the wierd Pokemon I have been seeing are probably regional variants

cool

where can i get them(besides the feebas)

damn

hazuki kinda hard ngl

wait

hazuki is very hard fuck

i don’t really have a strat

hmm

ok it’s the morning now

dw i went to bed

Holy shit I finally beat her

Probably the hardest fight in v13 so far imo…unless saki is a problem

(beat her with a-muk,primarina,lucario,magnezone,volcarona,and mega swampert)

Fuck Hazuki

AYO VAL,ADAM, AND DELPHA R HERE

wtf

Saki recognizes her privilege

good for her

Wtf

Why is Nymiera here

Oh wait nvm

Ooh damn

Did she

Did she kill herself????

oof I didn’t say the right thing to Saki

Hey the whole gang is here

Thank you SEC

FUCK

I’m stuck with the team I have

This isn’t good

Dear god what is that thing

Um

Were 2 of Melia’s ring things always broken

Hey it’s us

No clue what an intercept z is

Oh we can change fate with it

Cool

YEA WE’RE FIGHTING WITH AELITA

WHY IS THE PUPPET MASTER GANGING UP ON ME

Beat him in one try :)

Huh

Ruh oh Huey doesn’t trust us

Literally everyone believed in me but Huey

What did the puppet do to him

I like this

WHAT

WE CHANGED FORMS

VARIYA GET YOUR ASS OUTTA HERE

Not at Volcarona oneshotting the puppet master

Huey u bitch

Oh

Eyo Rune

Oh so that was Rune in the ending of the v13 teaser

Neat

Oh shit Rune was the one who saved Saki in Terajuma

Damn Flora got Rune covered up

Oh wait this was the secret Flora knew

Fuck the blakeory’s

Oh Saki was friends with Xara and Risa

Damn

Hey it’s the whole story and characters

Hmm Thomas is a good guy

:(

SEC NOOOOOOO

Hey it’s Flora

Oh Saki is heading to Sinnoh

Melia told them oof

Finally talking about the elephant in the room that is the kugerean chapter

Oh shit Amanda’s real form

Gym time

I have no idea on what field we’re going to fight on

Saki’s gym is so wacky

The ost reminds me of something that would play in pkmn mystery dungeon

idk if it is

I went to sheriden to heal because idk where the healing star is in axis lol

it looks very good now

GEARA U BITCH NOT NOW

🧍🏾‍♀️

i only have one mon alive rn

Gonna stop here, kinda got spoiled a bit of the length of the main story after beating Saki so i’ll try and finish the main story today. i might write a review or smth idk we’ll see

[n1ightw1ng]

silk_over_steel -  a connor/oc crime fic

shameless self promo commence

themes you may enjoy:

connor learning to be human, navigating emotions, feeling alienated from humans AND machines, and considering whether it would be easier to return to being a machine

dad!hank and pouty son!connor (connor is equal parts dork, smartass, and badass). also PARTNERS ON THE FORCE FOREVER

super slow burn romance over three acts. two hurt people learning to navigate love and partnership as equals. also they both kick ass and take names

hurt/comfort, CONNOR KNITTING, connor experiencing a lot of first’s in all areas

detective vs criminal / cat and mouse game / but they fall in love

did my best to really write hank like hank and connor progressing naturally from where the story leaves off

i love my oc a lot too

cw’s: canon-typical violence, alcoholism/recovery, characters w ptsd, drug abuse, domestic violence. 

PART ONE/THE PREQUEL (fast-paced crime fic. 6/7 chapters & 9,176 words as of 2/8/21)

He’s a lion. The rest of them are lambs. He doesn’t belong with them. I don’t belong with them. We could make it work. But lions don’t like to share their territory.

In a post-peaceful revolution world, Hank and Connor remain partners on the force. But Connor hasn't put his mind to work since the deviancy investigation, and he's starting to get bored. Enter Clover, a prickly criminal with android-like prostheses, and perhaps the only person who truly understands Connor. When Clover's work puts Hank in danger, a clueless Connor must hunt down the woman who held his best friend at gunpoint.

PART TWO/THE BEGINNING (into chapter/teaser posted, will be longer & more introspective than part one. currently in outline/first draft stage.) 

As quickly as she entered his life, she left it. "You're lost, Connor." How could someone so volatile have left such a gaping hole?

An infuriating and violent woman invites Connor and Hank to follow a breadcrumb trail of crime to serve her own ends - or someone else's. She's eerily familiar, and seems to be setting Connor up for an early death. He struggles with his feelings and seeks a stable presence as Hank wrestles with sobriety; this leads Amanda to knock at his mind palace's door.