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[PREACHER SECRET SANTA] i must be dreaming (or we’re onto something)

woo!! posting a little later in the day than expected but it is all in the name of Quality bc my gf has spent the last like 4 hours editing with me and she singlehandedly polished this stone into a Gem :’)

for the lovely @homelygrantaire who asked for ‘con artist cassidy/jesse/tulip’

it’s also on ao3 with proper tagging and links!

explicit, all fun and consensual, ot3!

This is the third hotel room they've been in since the talk happened, and they all came clean about their feelings and they all kissed it out.

But that's the furthest they've gone.

Yet.

"'Con artist' implies, like, betrayal," Cassidy says. "That's what 'con' stands for, y'know? 'Confidence'? Like, you gain someone's confidence, y'know, their trust, and then you fuck them over."

Tulip rolls her eyes.

"Okay, but it doesn't have to mean complicated shit," she replies. "If I tell someone they can trust me and I'll pay them back tomorrow, and then I don't, that's still a con."

"Sure, but what's artistry about that?" Cassidy scoffs. "That's, like, a con trick or something. Or just being a dick. Con art would be an elaborate plan to pay them back, and then paying part of it, but later they let you in their house to make a phone call and you steal a bunch of their shit."

"That's just robbery, Cass."

Cassidy thinks for a moment.

“Yeah, I guess it was,” he mutters, like he’s done that exact thing before. Of course he has. "Okay," he accepts, "what about this?"

He sits up on the motel couch and shuffles his ass to the edge; it's the position that means he's got it, the next thing he says is gonna be genius.

"The shell game," he says. "Or cups, or cards, or whatever. You put a ball under a cup and shuffle the cups around and have someone try to follow it."

"Yeah," Tulip says, "you let them win a couple times and then when you get them to make a bigger bet you swap out the ball without them seeing, or swap the card, or whatever."

"Yes! That's con art."

"Slapping some paper cups around is art but a good lie isn't?"

"I never said that," he says quickly, and points at her. "You know I love your lies.”

She snorts.

"Since when are you the expert on con artistry, anyway?" she asks. "Last I checked the only thing you were an expert of was getting on Jesse's nerves."

He snorts too, and, speak of the Devil, Jesse returns from a convenience store run.

"Jesse!" Cassidy barks. If he reels Jesse into the conversation first, he'll take his side, right? "Help us settle something."

Jesse sets the bags of microwave meals and alcohol on the big desk every motel always seems to have.

"One of these days," Jesse sighs, "you're going to run out of things to argue about, and I'm gonna come home to dead silence and have a stroke."

Cassidy and Tulip both snort, a mimicked, almost-identical sound that's arisen from spending so much time together, perfectly in sync, and Jesse smiles between the two of them.

"What is it now?"

He takes his jacket off and tosses it on the bed before he sits beside Tulip. Only one of her legs is hanging far enough off the end to touch the carpet, sitting with one crossed over the other.

"First of all, it's not an argument." She kisses him 'hello'.

Jesse freezes up against her.

He knows that Cassidy is in on this now, and none of them have any problems with it. It's great; it feels like all of his and Tulip's rough edges have been sanded down just enough for Cassidy to slot himself into their world. It's good.

But he's also more than aware that they've all been dancing around the actual sex part of all three of them being together. The way Tulip has brushed his hair back with her fingers and re-crossed her legs so her ankle catches his is just a bit too much contact for a 'hello'. It’s definitely instigating something.

He can feel Cassidy's eyes on them and that makes him blush more than Tulip's mouth does.

She finally pulls away, casual as can be, and returns to their conversation as though Jesse's not sitting on the edge of the bed with his fists in the sheets, looking halfway toward debauched.

"And second," she continues, voice as level as a gun to his head, "it's not a who's right, who's wrong thing, anyway."

Cassidy is smiling at them both with that big, lazy grin that shows all his teeth and looks dangerous if you can't catch the spark in his eye.

"Okay," Jesse says. "So what is it?"

Neither of them speaks. Glancing from one to the other again, he realizes that now they've both got the same expectant look.

"What?"

Cassidy scoffs. "Do I not get a kiss hello, Jess?"

Oh, the offense in his voice.

Jesse swallows. "Didn't know you wanted one," Jesse says, instead of 'you big dramatic baby' or 'you scheming fuckers' or 'I'll give you a lot more than a kiss if it'll wipe that smirk off your face'.

Cassidy stands smugly (and if anyone can be smug just by standing up, it's Cassidy) and puts himself at the end of the bed, his knees almost touching Jesse's. He isn't straddling him, or crowding between his legs, but the way Cassidy stands over him, waiting, says that he won't be bending down to kiss him until they get more comfortable.

Jesse chooses the less nerve-wracking option and slides his hands over Cassidy's thighs, slowly, and barely curls his fingers as though he'd like to pull him closer.

Cassidy follows the ghost of the motion, brings his knees up on either side of Jesse's hips as though he did go through with it, and Jesse breathes a shaky exhale when Cassidy settles his weight on his thighs.

"You alright?" Tulip asks quietly.

It's obvious now that this is a thing, something Tulip and Cassidy have both conspired about to ease Jesse into the thing without him having to directly address how bad he wants it. They know him and the second either of them pushes too far, they know he'll tell them to stop, but in a hundred years he'd never ask for any of it out of fear or anxiety or something).

"I'm good," Jesse whispers to her, but his eyes haven't left Cassidy's grinning mouth, unfamiliar lips thinner than Tulip's but equally inviting, screaming please, Jesse, kiss me.

Cassidy waits until Jesse's focus flicks back up to his eyes like he's asking permission, and then he closes the distance. Jesse's mouth is every bit as warm as he'd hoped, and after a few hesitant seconds, Cassidy tilts his head more to make it deeper, more involved, and Jesse groans into it.

They've kissed before, drunk or at Tulip's request or just a good morning peck on the cheek while they're both still too tired to overthink it -- but never with such blatant intent.

Cassidy's hands move from staying safely at his own sides to lightly hold onto Jesse's shoulders, and that is the right call because Jesse's hands press, up his thighs and then his hips and finally settle with one hand on his lower back and the other cradling his side. He’s holding him closer than they've ever been as he pulls Cassidy flush against his chest.

"Shit," Cassidy groans into his mouth.

Jesse feels cool fingers at the back of his neck, but they aren't Cassidy's. Tulip's fingers thread into the hair at the base of his skull and tug, not painfully but not gently. He lets her separate them so she can guide Jesse’s mouth back to hers.

He feels Cassidy's fingers next, his knuckles light over Jesse’s collarbone as he starts undoing shirt buttons.

Jesse continues kissing Tulip, but feels his way to Cassidy's front for the hem of his shirt -- nothing buttoned or tucked in like Jesse's, just a gaudy T-shirt he stole from the last laundromat they passed through, and when his hands move under it, Cassidy's hands move to meet his instead to help him get it off.

He had closed his eyes kissing Cassidy, and then Tulip, but he opens them and pulls back so he can take Cassidy in. He's seen him shirtless before, but never with an excuse to really look.

He can't help running his hands over Cassidy's tattoos while he looks at them; some seem much, much older than others, and he briefly wonders which is the oldest. Some are smooth, properly done so they don't leave scar tissue, and others are raised only enough to notice when you're running your fingers down them or rubbing a thumb softly along its edge.

"I like this," Cassidy says, breaking through his haze. "Sweet, speechless Jesse."

Jesse swallows against his dry throat and tries to laugh, but Cassidy is pushing him back so he can undo the rest of his shirt buttons.

He hesitates at the last of them, hands directly above Jesse's belt buckle.

"Do you want me to...?"

Cassidy runs a thumb over the smooth metal on his buckle. Do you want to go the rest of the way with this? Are you comfortable with that?

Jesse sits up on his elbows and looks down at himself, and where Cassidy’s hips meets his. It almost looks ridiculous because they’re both hard and still mostly-dressed, but he wants the image of them seared in his head.

He nods. Cassidy beams.

He opens Jesse’s pants and pushes them under his ass, and they both laugh when Cassidy has to shuffle completely off the bed to get them down over his feet. Cassidy takes his jeans off while he’s up, and God, Jesse can see half the detail of his dick through his thin, beat-up underwear. His face goes a few shades redder, and he covers it for a moment by pulling his undershirt off.

Cassidy is grinning at him when his shirt is discarded and he can see again. His grin redirects itself to Jesse’s left.

“Tulip?” he asks. “You joining us?”

Jesse had almost forgotten she was there, even with the weight dipping the bed in beside him.

“Jesse?” she asks. “Your call.”

“Yeah,” he says without hesitation. “Of course, if you want.”

She slides off the bed and turns her back to Cassidy, both of them now directly in front of Jesse and both looking like they want to eat him alive.

“Unzip me.”

Cassidy obeys easily, like he’s spent his whole life waiting to hear those words.

He ducks his head to kiss her cheek as he pulls her zipper, and something ugly and possessive rips through Jesse’s stomach out of habit, but then Tulip’s smile goes soft at him, and the feeling is forgotten in favor of heat.

“Slower,” Tulip whispers, and Cassidy obeys that, too.

His mouth moves down to her neck, kissing past her jaw and pecking under her ear as he makes his way to her collarbone. His hand stays on her zipper, almost to the end of its length, and the other rubs up her arm. His fingers tuck under one dress strap and help it fall, and his mouth follows that, too, open and wet over her shoulder and back up.

Cassidy’s fingertips distort the fabric at her sides as his hands slide under to help push her dress the rest of the way off.

(Is this the first time Cassidy has seen Tulip topless? Jesse imagines it can’t be, not with the constant close quarters lately, but like this? In this context?)

His hands slide over her ribs, prominent when she stretches back to lean into him. His fingers fit perfectly into the divots they make in her skin, thin and long like he could hold her lungs in place for her if she wanted him to.

The two of them are a vision together, both naked except for a pair of horrible bright green briefs and a pair of (definitely stolen, he remembers Tulip slipping them in her bag at a mall) deep blue lace panties. They have the kind of visual contrast he and Tulip have never had, Jesse always too tan for his hands to stand out so prominently on her skin. Similarly, he thinks the two of them are just differently built enough that Cassidy will look like even more of a noodle against Jesse’s thicker frame, he’ll have to lean down just enough to kiss him when they’re both upright.

Again, his and Tulip’s rough edges, huh?

“His fingers are fuckin’ cold,” she warns, and both the boys laugh. Jesse knows that already, from less intimate situations, but he appreciates the thought.

Cassidy gives her neck one last kiss, with a shaky scrape of his teeth that makes her shiver.

“Stop teasing,” Jesse groans without meaning to.

He doesn’t even know which of them he’s talking to.

“Go on,” Tulip tells Cassidy, over her shoulder, with a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Cassidy’s hands drag and hesitate to leave her skin, but return to Jesse’s like a magnet when he moves himself back up onto Jesse’s lap. There's something strikingly hot about Cassidy being so close that he can taste his breath while his dick is jammed up against his stomach.

"Hey," Cassidy says. The nerves in his voice aren't hidden, but he doesn't look like he’d bothered -- it's a good nervous. The kind of nervous that will fade into security and familiarity, and isn't that the sappiest fucking thing to think of while his hot new boyfriend is rubbing himself down onto his lap?

Jesse smiles. "What's the plan?" he asks, glancing at Tulip. She hasn't returned to the bed yet, and despite the brief moment of I can do this, he's not sure he can handle Cassidy one-on-one yet.

"The plan is relax," she chides. "You trust me. You trust him. Means you trust us."

She crawls forward to his side again and kisses his cheek, then the corner of his mouth, and then her small hand is tipping his face up to hers so she can kiss him properly.

"We've got you, Jesse," she whispers.

Cassidy kisses the opposite corner of his mouth, the one Tulip didn't kiss, silently agreeing with her. He takes a shaky breath in, and it's even shakier out.

"Do you want to -- " Cassidy starts to ask, and rolls his hips down in a way that clarifies exactly what he's suggesting. "Y'know, you could -- "

"Not yet," Jesse answers quickly. "Not right now." God, one day. He'll fucking dream of the day he fucks Cassidy, but that isn't today. "Just hands, maybe?"

Cassidy nods and kisses him again. "You want me 'nd Tulip to both do it?"

That's the worst idea Cassidy has ever had, because Jesse holds back a moans at just the thought of them both, each with a hand on his dick and him watching both of them slicked up with lube and precum.

Watching himself spill over two sets of knuckles while they both kiss him stupid, hopefully.

"Jesus," he croaks. "Sure, yeah, if -- yes."

Tulip does something like a giggle beside him, and kisses his cheek again. "Yeah, Jess?" she asks, low and purposefully sultry. "You want both of us to jerk you off?"

His hips twitch into an involuntary grind against Cassidy, and his breath hitches the same as Jesse's.

"Yeah," he says again.

Tulip grins, the same dangerous show of teeth that she perfected when she got her braces off in 4th grade, and looks to Cassidy.

"Scoot."

Cassidy does as she says and slides himself more to Jesse’s right, slipping his knee between Jesse’s thighs to straddle just one.

He opens his legs more so Cassidy can comfortably settle back down, and Tulip mirrors his position over the other side of his lap. He's got the two most beautiful people on the planet in this hotel room, each straddling one of his thighs, and all he can think to say is a mindless, groaned-out "Fucking Christ, shit."

His hand twitches up to rub Cassidy through the single layer of cloth keeping his dick from being actually touching Jesse’s skin.

"Can I -- ?" Jesse starts to ask, but Cassidy is already nodding.

"Yeah."

Cassidy kisses him again as Jesse tentatively cups his hand around him. It’s not mindblowing -- Jesse has to get past the odd angle and all his nerves, first, but it’s something.

“You couldn’t have worn something cuter?” Tulip asks, referring to Cassidy’s God-awful, also-stolen underwear. “We could put CGI over those.”

“Sorry,” Cassidy says sarcastically, “I didn’t realize I needed to be dressed to the nines to sit on Jesse’s dick.”

There’s a split second where Tulip tenses, worried that Cassidy might freak Jesse out, but he gives a bark of laughter instead.

“They’re fine, Cassidy,” he says, and squeezes him through them with more confidence.

Cassidy bites his lip to shut himself up, but it doesn’t stop the flush spreading over his face.

Jesse’s other hand slides up Tulip’s thigh, and he gives her a quick kiss.

"Don't worry about me," Tulip sighs, even as she presses her hips forward.

“Shut up,” Jesse says good-naturedly, as he slides his hand between her legs. His fingertip pull lace back so he can slip his hand into her panties.

She rocks down against his fingers with a grin, and keeps rocking her hips -- he presses up for her, not dipping into her but giving her more pressure, more to use.

His attention starts to wane from Cassidy and focus on her, and she smacks his arm lightly when she notices.

“Jesse,” she scolds, “focus on Cassidy.”

He feels guilty that he can't multitask and actively get them both off, but Tulip's still moving her hips and he can feel how wet she is. As in most things, Tulip can handle herself.

“Fine,” he sighs, sounding exaggeratedly put-upon. His wrist already aches from holding the same tense position for Tulip to grind down on, but he wouldn’t care if it broke his wrist.

He kisses Cassidy again, and slides his hand up to his waistband as well. “Can I?” he asks again.

“Yes.”

Cassidy sits up higher on his knees so he can pull his briefs low enough for Jesse to touch him properly. While he does that, Jesse uses that time to really focus on Tulip.

She’s always been a hair trigger, and at times like this, where Cassidy is waiting on him too, he’s especially glad for it. She’s almost at the edge when Cassidy’s finally got his underwear down properly, and he admires her with Jesse while she shakes. She’ll need more than this, she’s always needed to cum two or three times to feel truly satisfied, but they can work on her again later.

She’s breathing out curses and her hand has moved to push Jesse’s harder against her when Cassidy leans over to help; he kisses her neck and up her jaw, while one of his hands starts roaming over her chest again to help give her just that little bit extra.

Jesse uses both hands, one still rubbing between her legs and the other sliding over her thigh and ass to help her shove forward into his fingers.

Tulip peaks with a strangled moan and Cassidy kisses her through it, scraping teeth over and over like flint against her skin.

Her whole body shakes as she dismounts Jesse’s thigh.

She falls down to his side, still panting. Jesse’s hand follows, sliding between her legs again to feel her, cum-slick and hot as the sun, and knowing that just because she can’t hold herself up anymore, that doesn’t quite mean she’s done.

They both ignore their own wants in favor of watching her, as she squeezes her eyes and legs shut while Jesse keeps stroking her. The new angle is easier on his wrist and allows him to press and push her further than she needs. As sensitive as she is now, moving his fingers too much would only hurt her, so he stills them and just lets her rock into his touch for those last few ruts she needs while her hands grip at the blankets with white knuckles.

Jesse’s hand is still trapped against her, making the pressure even worse, her body squirming like she can’t stand it. She reaches down to force his hand harder against her, still trying to get him closer, harder, more.

After a few more seconds, her hips stutter up one last time, hard enough she arches up off the bed, and she cries out one more overstimulated ”Fuck” before she collapses again.

She spreads her legs enough to push Jesse’s hand out of her underwear. He smiles at her.

“Jesus,” Cassidy groans against his cheek. The twitch in his cock that must be painful answers Jesse’s question of whether Cassidy and Tulip have gone this far yet.

Jesse lovingly squeezes Tulip’s thigh, a promise to finish up with Cassidy so they can join her all fucked up and half passed out. They smear tacky against her skin, but the lazy grin on her face says she doesn’t mind.

He tries to wipe his hand off on the blanket, but Cassidy catches his wrist before he can. He brings Jesse’s fingers to his mouth and licks at them, sucking the taste of Tulip’s wetness off and putting on a show for Jesse, gazing up at him like he wants a lot more than fingers in his mouth.

“Oh, fuck off,” he mutters, a pang of want hitting him at the same moment Cassidy’s mouth closes over a knuckle. Cassidy laughs around his finger and lets go.

“Come on,” he begs, rutting his hips up to push his cock through Jesse’s fingers again. Jesse wraps his fingers around him again, tighter, turning his full attention to him now, and stroking him feels as natural as breathing now that he’s gotten more used to it.

Cassidy pants against his mouth between kisses, but as Jesse keeps going, gets a little rougher, hand sounding a little more lewd as it moves, Cassidy can’t even keep up with that. He buries his face in Jesse’s neck and bites. Not hard enough to draw blood, he’s thankfully got slightly more self-control than that, but enough that it stings. Jesse pulls him closer and thrusts up against him too, because God, he wants Cassidy just as bad as Cassidy wants him right now.

Cassidy’s trying to swear against his skin, but Jesse can only make out the vowels and teeth of it. He catches something that sounds an awful lot like ”God, fuck, don’t stop”, though, and it’s only moments after that that Cassidy goes tense and spills himself over Jesse’s fist.

He keeps fucking up into Jesse’s hand as he cums even as Jesse loosens his grip, unsure of how sensitive he’ll be.

His teeth detach from Jesse’s neck, and he hears a long, satisfied ”God” on his pulse.

Jesse’s hand is gross, cum and sweat clinging to his skin, and that he wipes on the blanket. He’ll have to leave a better tip for housekeeping. Oops.

“We were supposed to be getting you off, Jess,” Cassidy finally says, still trying to catch his breath against Jesse’s neck.

“Sorry,” he sighs, certainly not sorry. He slides his hand around Cassidy’s waist and holds him there, arm slung around him. It’s strange; Cassidy is almost as cold as he usually is. Vampirism will do that, he guesses.

He’s still the hardest he’s ever been in his life, and Tulip has regained enough functioning thought to notice.

“C’mon,” Tulip says to Cassidy.

She’s wobbly as she sits back up, still barely shaking while she arranges herself so she can lean most of her weight on Jesse. Her hand slides over his hip and over his thigh, barely scratching her short nails over his skin. He’s still wearing underwear, and she tugs at the band to start pulling them down.

Cassidy barely moves; he stays on Jesse’s thigh, but lets his weight slide so he’s kneeling at Jesse’s side with a leg thrown over his. His face is still pressed against Jesse’s neck, though now it’s smeared sweaty and lazy over to his shoulder as he’s gotten more comfortable and limp against him.

“Tell us what you want, Jess,” Tulip says.

“Anything,” Jesse blurts out. “Just want you,” he sighs. It’s a general ‘you’, and he makes sure Cassidy knows that by squeezing him with the arm wrapped around his waist.

He feels Cassidy smile against his skin. He tucks his thumb into his waistband too, and they carefully maneuver his ratty white briefs down his thighs.

“Nice,” Cassidy says out loud. Jesse’s been leaking since Cassidy sunk his teeth into him.

“Right?” Tulip says. “At least he’s good for something.”

Jesse tries to laugh, tell her to shut up, maybe, but he’s already too overwhelmed to do much more than huff and put his arms around them both.

Tulip’s fingers wrap around him first, at the base of his cock, and Cassidy’s wrap around him above hers, and it’s… Hot... But awkward.

“Maybe -- “

“No, yeah, let’s -- “

“Yeah.”

Tulip and Cassidy wordlessly come to a solution, and then Jesse feels them thread their fingers over him.

His long-time girlfriend and brand new boyfriend are holding hands around his dick.

“Oh my God,” he moans, half because it’s ridiculous and half because it’s the hottest singular thing that has ever happened to him.

“That feel okay?” Cassidy asks.

“Yes,” he answers.

Their hands move slowly, a surreal kind of pressure that’s nowhere near what Jesse would need if it wasn’t the most incredible feeling, and probably the most emotionally climactic sex he’s had since him and Tulip got together for the first time.

He doesn’t last long at all -- between both of their hands around him and both of them tugging his head back so they can kiss at his neck, he’s amazed that he lasts as long as he does. It’s their hands stuttering against each other that pushes him over the edge, both trying to move faster for him but not managing the right rhythm.

He groans one last time into Cassidy’s hair, arms tight around both of them. He forces himself to watch, as much as he wants to shut his eyes against the feeling of it all washing over him. He doesn’t dribble over their fingers as much as he’d expected, too worked up and tense for it to come any softer than a slow gunshot up against his stomach.

He lays back, dragging them both down with him, and he tries to take deep breaths so he’ll stop seeing stars.

Tulip removes her hand, but Cassidy’s stays for just another moment, just a couple more admiring, overstimulating strokes that squeeze a few more fat drops out of him. His dick looks as spent as he feels.

The room seems too still while he’s dizzy from it all, and he’s just starting to feel like he can think again when Cassidy breaks the silence.

“Who’s getting the cum rag?”

“Gross,” Jesse groans, because that’s the worst thing to call it, even if it’s the most accurate. “Also, Tulip.”

Tulip groans too. “Why am I getting the cum rag?”

“Because you’ve had the most time to recover from sex brain. And the… The sex legs,” Cassidy explains, either agreeing with Jesse’s unspoken logic or just not wanting to be the one that has to get up. Jesse nods regardless.

Tulip groans again, but rises on shaky legs to go get it. Jesse barely hears the water running over the sound of his blood rushing in his ears.

She tosses it at them, her part done, and collapses back against Jesse.

Cassidy, the gentleman, wipes Jesse’s stomach off for him. He even sits up and tries to wipe his own dry jizz from where Jesse had smeared it on the blanket, as much as he can, and then tosses the washcloth back toward the bathroom.

Jesse pulls him down to lay next to him too.

"That's gotta count," Cassidy says, tucking himself under Jesse's arm. "He was confident making him go to the store wasn't a trap."

"But he got something out of it too," Tulip reminds him. "He didn't get ripped off, he got jerked off."

Cassidy and Jesse both snort, Cass with a proud "Good one!" and Jesse with a slightly disgusted but decidedly not-bitter "Gross."

"So a con would have been making him get us off, and then we just, like, didn’t get him off?" Cassidy looks up at Jesse with a snort. “He tried to do that anyway.”

Tulip snorts too.

“Just… Jesse can fuck off,” she says, like they’re not talking over his chest. “If he hadn’t been trying to do that and we’d just left the room or something, that would have been a con. Or something.”

She nuzzles her face down against his chest to get herself comfortable.

“I can’t think straight, who cares?”

Jesse and Cassidy laugh then.

“Is that what the argument was about?” Jesse asks. “What counts as a con?”

“It wasn’t an argument,” Cassidy and Tulip mumble in sync.

Cassidy turns so he’s more on his back, leaning on Jesse’s arm like a pillow and bringing his hand to his own chest to thread their fingers together.

Jesse kisses his temple.

Somehow, all tangled up, they sleep through the night.

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Preacher Summer Secret Santa Gift: A Three Flower Bouquet

Title: A Three Flower Bouquet 

Summary: Jesse's said before that their lives resemble the start of a bad joke: an ex-preacher, a rich wedding planner, and a foul-mouthed bum all walk into a flower shop...

Fandom: Preacher

Words: 4,574

Warnings: None (except maybe cursing, but if that bothered you you wouldn’t be watching this show lol) 

Pairings: Jesse/Cass/Tulip

Where to Read it: Below the cut or on AO3 (AO3 recommended for formatting)

A/N: Hello, @homelygrantaire!! I come bearing a gift! Just so you know I had a blast writing an OT3 flower shop AU, so I really hope you enjoy this little present. Happy Summer Secret Santa! 

A Three Flower Bouquet 

Week One

Jesse had once read in National Geographic that there were only six degrees of separation between him and every other person on Earth. A friend's colleague's niece's kindergarten buddy grew up to be the wife of the barista who once served the President a cappuccino, that sort of deal. He'd never put much stock in that kind of science-y nonsense, though it might go a long way towards explaining how the hell the three of them kept ending up in here together.

A former preacher, a bum, and a renowned wedding planner all walk into a flower shop...

"We're the beginning of a bad joke," Jesse muttered, hefting his watering can like a pistol. He aimed it at Tulip's head. "What can I do you two for?"

"I need BIG flowers," Cass said promptly at the same time that Tulip went, "The Montoya order." They turned to glare at one another. Jesse just shook his head.

And so the day began.

***

The first time Tulip walked into his shop she was all figurative fire and brimstone—except for the literal fire at the end of her cigarette. She'd commanded the small space with all the ferocity of an army general, laying out a series of rare and rather large orders that she'd need from him within the coming months. At no point did she give her name—which, Jesse would come to learn later, was because she assumed everyone should already knew it—and paid him no heed when Jesse insisted that this was too large a job for his small, out of the way establishment.

She needed tulips, dammit, and she needed them now.

Jesse had been wrist deep in soil at the time and he’d felt is oozing between his fingers, this woman already grating on his nerves, spine, and driving a steak straight through to the back of his skull. He had to take a deep breath and deliberately release his fists, lest he crush the fragile roots just a hairsbreadth below. Jesse turned with a smile.

"I've got some," he said, probably sounding less amiable and more like he was constipated. While passing a kidney stone. God he hated these richie-rich types. "I've also got a contact an hour out who can make up the rest, but it'll take a bit. Really, ma'am, you're better off hitting a larger store."

The look she'd turned on his was pure in its intensity. Jesse's shop was filled with a color and life that didn't belong in Annville's desert, but this woman didn't belong in his shop, not with that sharp tailored suit and three-inch heels. She'd torn the sunglasses from her face and for the first time Jesse got a look at searing black eyes.

"I'm Annville born and bred," she drawled. "I'm loyal."

Jesse couldn't help punctuating her words with a disbelieving laugh. "You're Annville?"

"Fuck yes I am, you got a problem with that?" And one hand curled into a waiting fist, actually rearing back in preparation.

Oh damn. She was Annville. Alright.

Jesse had raised his muddied hands in surrender and went behind the counter to clean up, getting the order forms ready as she prattled on about her work as a wedding planner, her name in the magazines, how the flowers had best be fresh despite the climate because the Livington's were not an easygoing couple.

Jesse weathered her prattling about wanting whites, or maybe pinks, no, wait, maybe something two-toned, and each time she changed her mind it was another scratch out with the pen. By the time he actually got to flip the order around for her to sign it Jesse had determined that small town pride and stunning good looks didn't make up for this kind of nonsense.

Except then she signed Tulip O'hare and suddenly Jesse's day was fantastic.

"You're a Tulip," he said slowly, "in need of tulips..." Jesse looked up with a stunning grin and Tulip, bless her, just rolled her eyes instead of decking him good.

"Yeah, like I've never heard that one before." She threw his pen back on the counter. "I'll be here next Thursday. You'd best have my flowers."

"You doubt me?"

"Oh good god yes."

He'd laughed because yeah, their 'good god' had doubted him too and Jesse had eventually decided that growing things was better than sticking a dead, white collar on his neck every morning. He'd shed his chain like some kind of dog, mangy and still a little bit feral. But now Jesse had bright colors, heady scents, and the picture of someone like Tulip O'hare just begging that he come through for her. Jesse let his eyes follow the sharp lines of her bodyand thought that he could get used to this kind of clientele.

"Thursday then," he agreed. "It's a date."

"It's definitely not."

Tulip had put her cigarette out in his potted iris and honestly? If it had been anyone else Jesse would have had them leaving his store in pieces.

But she was something entirely.

***

Cass was something else too. Holy shit.

Jesse rubbed at his forehead, unconcerned that he was smearing soil over his skin. What had begun as a headache had blossomed (ha) into a migraine of epic proportions, all due to the skinny little twerp half sitting on his counter. Cass had come in for the first time exactly 69 minutes after Tulip left—a fact Jesse only knew because he was that obsessed with when he could close shop—and if that number didn't encompass the man's entire being, Jesse didn't know what would.

He'd known Cass for a handful of seconds. It was one handful too much.

"Back up," Jesse said. He sighed. "You want a cactus?"

"Yep."

"But mine are too pretty?"

Jesse gestured to the small collection of cacti sitting over by the windowsill, most of them in teeny-tiny pots that people found cute and not too intimidating to take care of. They still weren't overly popular though. People could see dry, prickly brush on their way to work everyday, or outside their bedroom window, free for the taking. No, they came to Jesse for the lush and the colorful, things he either had to import or that he grew himself, so slow that sometimes it was hard to part with them. No one in Annville wanted to buy a freaking cactus.

Except this asshole.

"Look at 'em!" Cass said. His voice held enough indignation that Jesse did look again, half expecting the view to change. "They're stupidly pretty. All fuckin' green an'... an' small." Cass pushed his hands palm to palm to demonstrate their smallness, looking pretty angry about it.

Jesse just stared. "...thank you?"

"It won't do. How they hell am I supposed to give Laura somethin' like that? She'll think I actually like her." Cass shook his head despairingly. "The fuck am I supposed to do now?"

That day had felt like something straight out of the Twilight Zone. Jesse was a small town boy with a small town business and he'd gotten used to his routine over the years. That routine sure as hell didn't include a stranger than normal customer, let alone two back-to-back... and yet, let it never be said that Jesse Custer couldn't roll with the punches.

"One sec," he said.

Jesse's backroom was a mess of tools, soil, and vegetation. On his bench was a pot of very dead petunias, the poor things all shriveled and brown. It wasn't his fault the damn things were finicky in this weather and honestly Jesse wasn't bemoaning the loss of those pink flowers, not when they were that cheap to come by. The plan had been to take back the pot and move on. Now Jesse snagged the whole thing, a few dead leaves trailing behind him.

He set the pot down in front of Cass. "This Laura of yours... she the one down at the auto-shop?"

"Yeah! One in the same."

"That woman's a piece of work."

"You're telling me."

"So how about giving her this?"

It was surreal to be presenting that run-down plant like it was something actually worth selling, but sure enough Cass' eyes lit up at the prospect. In that moment Jesse saw the whole situation clearly, how a man like Cass might think that breaking things off with a shitty gift—rather than just some good, old fashioned honesty—might be the way to go. Decked out in a whole collection of ratty clothes, Cass looked like the kind of creative asshole you only ran into once in a blue moon. He wore at least three torn shirts that as a whole nearly succeeded in covering his chest. His jeans were colored over in marker, like a freaking middle schooler's, and that was definitely weed doodled down on his left knee. The only reason Jesse knew his name was because Cass had a "Hello! My name is ____" sticker plastered on his stomach and he could only guess where he'd picked that up. Maybe one of the church's monthly events. It would fit. Jesse was pretty sure the guy was homeless. He kinda smelled homeless.

"I had my heart set on a cactus," Cass sighed. "But I guess a dead thing is better than just a looks-dead thing. Here," he rummaged in his jeans and pulled out three super wrinkled dollars, jellybeans, and a nearly empty packet of Camels. "Does this cover the shit you weren't even planning to sell?"

Jesse raised an eyebrow as he slid the offering across the counter. He left the jellybeans. "How were you gonna pay me if you wanted the cactus?"

"Duh. Was gonna pay you with a kiss. Gotta move on sometime, don’t I?"

Cass winked, grabbed his dead plant, and sauntered out the door with what he probably thought was a seductive strut. Despite the absurdity, Jesse did find himself staring at Cass' ass.

"Aw hell," he said.

***

Week Five

In the two years since he'd chucked the collar, beat up a few old contacts, collected their funds, and started up his shop, Jesse hadn't seen anyone of particular interest come through the door. Emily often came in on the church's behalf, asking for whatever was fresh and cheap to put up front. Jesse honestly didn't know if she did that because they really didn't have the funds, or because she couldn't stand to look at him long enough to actually choose something herself. Probably both. She'd taking his defrocking worse than most.

Others mostly picked up flowers on their way to and from service. For their windowsills. Their gardens. Local weddings, funerals, stupid boys looking to make up with their girls (of which Cass was in the obvious minority). Jesse had resigned himself to a life of flower mediocrity until those two assholes had plowed through at sixty miles an hour.

It wouldn't have been so bad if they didn't keep showing up together.

"I thought you ran a clean establishment, Jesse."

Tulip said it with all the rancor he'd come to expect of her, looking none too subtly at Cass’ grimy attire. A month had passed since she'd grudgingly complimented the tulips he'd provided and in that time she'd no more warmed to Cass than she had to dressing down. Today was a blue, pleated skirt; bright yellow top; killer heels and jewelry fine enough that it could probably feed Jesse for the rest of his miserable life.

Tulip kept a healthy distance between her fine clothes and Cass' scruffy self.

"It's a flower shop," he said. "These things grow in dirt." Cass shook a nearby plant for emphasis. "Manure, luv. Or does your fancy little life not cover some literal day-to-day shit? If you do go is it on a porcelain throne?"

Jesse slowly and carefully leaned his head into his palm. It wouldn't do for Tulip to see him laughing.

He had to hand it to her though, she was a master of manipulation. Tulip kept scrolling through her iPhone, occasionally holding up some pic or another against one of Jesse's flowers, typing out some notes, took a pic of her own... it was only after three long, agonizing minutes had passed that she looked up and said blandly, "Sorry. Did you say something?"

"Jesus fuckin' christ."

"Better question." Jesse raised his hand like a schoolboy. "Are you two assholes actually going to buy something?"

"I like your orchids," Tulip said, for the first time actually taking her eyes off Cass. "But I think they're a little classy for the Taitts. They're humble folk, you know? They need something bright with those white table cloths, just nothing that's going to distract from Laura's dress—it's not a very nice dress, can't afford anything more eye-catching. I do worry about the bridesmaids upstaging her—so maybe those sunflowers. Yeah, over there..." She completely missed Cass 'yapping' with his hand behind her back.

"I've only got enough for five vases," Jesse warned.

"That's fine. Humble, like I said. They've only got enough people for five tables anyway."

As Tulip rummaged for her credit card Cass slipped to the floor (he'd been sitting on the table with the lilacs, a smudge of pale brown amongst all the purple) and sauntered up behind Tulip. Like a kid faced with a dog, too stupid to know he'd get bit, Cass curved his hands around her waist and leaned into Tulip's back. He pressed briefly there before peeking out over her shoulder.

Except miracle of fucking miracles, the pretty doggie didn't bite.

"Uh," Jesse said.

"You better be cleaner than you look," Tulip muttered, still shifting through her purse. Cass waved his arms in demonstration and wow. He was clean. Relatively, at least. Jesse was still trying to re-boot his brain when Tulip said, "Ah!"

"No, no." Cass pushed her wallet back down. "This is on me, luv."

Tulip scoffed. "You can pay for five bouquets?"

"Well, not in the traditional sense, but Jesse and I have got a tab going, don't we?"

They most certainly did not. Cass' 'tab,' established after his first dead-plant purchase, consisted of promises he never kept and a pair of lethal puppy-dog eyes he wielded with precision. Over the last few weeks Jesse had given the man not perfect, but still serviceable flowers in exchange for all sorts of stupid trinkets and words. He liked to think that he gave Cass lilies and irises because he felt bad for the freeloader. It probably had more to do with Cass' obscenely pouty lips.

He was pouting right now, clearly begging Jesse to help a guy out. His arm moved numbly and somehow (dammit) Jesse ended up signing over the month's largest order for free.

"Enjoy," he said automatically, still staring at Cass' hand wrapped just under Tulip's breast. There were 'thank you's and sly glances and when they finally left the shop, Jesse followed them like the scoundrel he was. An apron, muck boots, and pollen dusted t-shirt sort of ruined his look though.

Still, Jesse could move silent when he needed to and what he found in his spying were his two favorite customers hoofing it to Tulip's Fiat 124 Spider, a car so fucking immaculate that it had no place on Annville's dusty streets. It seemed a shame then for the two of them to immediately start defiling it, both literally and figuratively: Tulip hiking Cass up onto the hood of the car, straddling him as he kept them balanced, the kiss that sent flecks of spit down to sizzle on the paint job, Cass' muddied boots leaving streaks on the tire. It wasn't any voyeuristic guilt that finally turned Jesse away. Just the disappointment that neither of those figures were him.

Of course, all that changed when Cass came back twenty minutes later.

"Crush my sunflowers in your enthusiasm?" Jesse muttered, forgetting for a moment that good, respectable businessmen didn't follow their customers out of doors and watch them going at it like bunnies on a sheet of hot metal. He ducked his head over seed packets and thus missed Cass turning the little sign from 'open' to 'closed.'

In fact, Jesse determined not to notice Cass at all until he was making himself at home between his legs.

Cass dropped to his knees and looked up with a rakish grin. If there was a god in this world maybe he wasn't so disappointed in Jesse's career change after all.

"Told you I'd pay you back," Cass said. He pinched a mouthful of jeans between his teeth and tugged, running hands up under apron and shirt. "Just didn't say how, now did? Think this'll clear up my tab?"

The answer Jesse gave was tangled as a vine because by then Cass was pulling down the zipper, palming the wet spot on Jesse's jeans, breathing deep like he enjoyed the scent of both of them together. Jesse gave up on words entirely and when he looked up there was Tulip standing just outside the storefront, watching them with a cigarette between her lips. There was a sunflower in her hair. She caught Jesse's eye and winked.

"Fuck you both," Jesse muttered, tugging hard at Cass’ hair.

He pulled off only for a moment. “Pretty sure that’s the point, eh?”

***

Week 13

So. Those two showing up at the same time—probably not a coincidence after all.

"Do you even like each other?" Jesse asked one Saturday morning, re-potting a Peperomia. "Do you like me? I'm honestly curious."

"You're serviceable," Tulip said as Cass licked his finger and made a sizzling sound. Right. Jesse didn't know why he bothered. It wasn't like any of them were built for straight answers, the kind of lovey-dovey declarations you got in the movies and on TV. Besides, didn't actions speak louder than words and all that shit?

If they did, their actions told Jesse that they were both complete and utter assholes. Also that they had nowhere better to go.

"This place is awful on my allergies," Tulip moaned, pulling a Kleenex from her purse. "And I was supposed to Skype with a potential client an hour ago." She checked her phone and shrugged, too lazy to move from the tiny chair Jesse had dragged out from the back room. Tulip flapped her hand at her face in a sad attempt to start up a breeze. "And your air conditioning sucks."

"Non-existent," Jesse countered. "Its been busted for weeks. The hot house stuff likes it, but..." He trailed off, staring at Cass who'd scrounged up an ancient GameBoy. He leaned against Tulip's legs and periodically peeled her skirt off of his bare back. It was that kind of heat. "Hey. You could fix the damn thing. Earn your keep if you're gonna hang out here all day."

"No," Tulip said. She kept fanning her face, eyes closed.

"Maybe," Cass said. Which meant 'no.' Dammit.

"Excuse me?"

The three of them turned as an older woman snuck in through the door, opening it so slow and careful that the bell barely rung. Her nerves didn't seem to ease when she spotted Cass and Tulip. If anything, she looked like she wanted to sneak back out.

"Welcome to Flowerworks," Jesse said, hurrying up to the front. "Sorry. Ignore them. They're just friends of mine."

"Is that what we are?" Tulip murmured and Jess flipped her the bird behind his back. The client latched onto his arm as Jesse carefully guided her away from his two fools. Her hand was brittle and fluttered like a bird against his arm.

In fact, the entirety of her looked frail, too thin and breakable for a place like Annville. Hair that was white and thin as cotton candy waved about her shoulders, and her dress—powder blue with a sensible belt—hung on her awkwardly, too big despite the 'XS' tag Jesse could see peaking out from the collar. She looked like a good breeze or a decent curse would send her topping to the ground, and Jesse hurried her over to the remaining chair next to the chrysanthemums, lest she fall and break something here where awful things like suing might get involved. Jesse then took a healthy step back once she was settled. Old people gave him the creeps.

"It's good of you to come in, Mrs...?"

Her mouth worked silently. The woman looked up at Jesse and her expression told him that he'd said something unexpectedly shocking, crude even. Finally, she smiled, but it was a small, awful thing.

"Sawyer," she said. "But I suppose it's 'Ms.' now. My husband died last night."

Behind him, Jesse heard the strangled noise that Tulip made and Cass' tiny "...aw shit." Mrs. Sawyer didn't seem to hear. She reached out a bony hand and gripped the edge of Jesse's apron, the parody of a small child and her mum.

"Howard needs white lilies," she said urgently, gaining some energy. "Although, yes, he never expressed any interest in flowers. Said they were commercial gimmicks. What's the point in spending money on something that's just going to die?" Her voice broke hard on the last word. "But they're coming for him later and I can't leave his grave bare I just can't I—"

"We have lilies," Jesse interrupted gently. He gripped her hand." Plenty of white."

"I woke up next to him," Mrs. Sawyer said. "I've done that every morning,” and all at once she sobbed and put her head between her hands.

This wasn't the first time Jesse had dealt with a distraught customer, but usually they were more composed than this: just slight, hiccupping cries or silent tears that slipped down the cheeks. He was used to anniversaries and useless birthdays, not the immediate aftermath. He floundered, turning to Cass and Tulip, only to find that their support was already underway. Tulip left at a brisk walk to the café down the street, returning with tea and plenty of chocolates. Cass filled the silence with any sort of prattle that seemed to soothe her. As Jesse bundled his best lilies in a black bow, he heard him telling Mrs. Sawyer that he'd once been a preacher. When she looked up with a disgusting amount of hope Jesse couldn't meet her eye.

Mrs. Sawyer left with their awkward condolences. She didn't pay a cent.

"Fucking hell," Cass said. He leaned into Jesse's shoulder as Mrs. Sawyer shuffled out of view.

"Yeah," Tulip agreed.

"What a mess she is. Like a broken doll or somethin'. It's fucking awful." He lit a cigarette with shaking fingers and for once Jesse didn't yell at him for getting smoke around his flowers. Cass took a draw, passed it to him, and Jesse next passed it to Tulip. Cass blew the smoke up at the ceiling, nice and slow.

"Think that'll be us someday?" he asked.

"Can only hope so."

***

Week 27

Flower shops felt like they were always standing still. There was something about the slow growth of the plants, the heady scents that added a dream-like atmosphere, and the contrast to the outside world that made it all... removed. Despite flipping the 'open' sign to 'closed' each evening, Jesse had the distinct feeling that time never actually passed here. Maybe it was a quality that all stores possessed. Maybe it was just his.

Or maybe it had something to do with Tulip kissing him.

"Hey, hey, hey," she pulled back and pinched Jesse's side, merciless. "Don't fuck up the hair. I've got a video call at 2:00."

"Plenty of time to fix it," Jesse murmured, starting in on her neck instead.

"You obviously know nothing about hair care."

"I know some other things though..."

Tuesdays were always slow for some reason and Jesse felt no guilt in dragging Tulip to the back room, especially not after she'd been gone two weeks, supervising a wedding in Oklahoma. She's brought back a sweat-stained invitation and a piece of stale cake that Cass had still eaten with relish. He'd gone out to 'work' (hustling the locals at poker) while Tulip had remained.

She was something to behold now, stretched out across his table, her skirt hiked up and her shirt pulled down. Cass was quick blowjobs behind the counter and late night secrets he’d never admit to in the morning. Tulip was slow and worshipful. She gave you nothing but absolute focus. It was rare for any of them to end up in an actual bed.

Jesse slid off the end of the table so he could put his mouth to work below. Tulip's thighs were the color of his soil, stretch marks pale like veined leaves, she trembled as gently as a petal.

He stupidly wanted to tell her that she was prettier than any flower in this store. Jesse knew she'd kick him for it.

Panting, Tulip propped herself up on one elbow and grinned. She reached behind her, fumbled, and snapped off the plant nearest to her. It was a little spring of aster.

"Got you a flower," she whispered.

"You stole it from me."

"Do you care?"

He really, really didn't.

***

Week 52

Six degrees of separation. They couldn't brag about knowing the president or the pope, but fate had certainly brought three distinct people together. More importantly, it refused to let them go.

"We should go on a trip." Cass said it with all the enthusiastic optimism of a toddler. "Just fuckin' drive outta this joint for a while. You know, see the sights, take in the open road, go all the way to the sea." He raised his hand and squinted, the horizon just beyond his reach.

Jesse snorted. "And who's paying for this idiotic romp?"

"Don't need no cash. You just drive an' shit. Take whatever you're given."

"Just drive," Jesse said. "With that gas you can't pay for. On the food we can't buy—"

"Don't be a shit spoil-sport about it."

"I'm rich," Tulip offered. She looked up from her phone when the room was silent too long. "What? I am. So if we're going anywhere it's in something nicer than whatever beat-up trash you're picturing."

"A camper."

"Absolutely not."

"Where would we go?" Jesse asked, because suddenly it all seemed possible, in as much as the three of them ever planned for anything. Not just the trip either, but that they'd be around each other long enough for more trips. Vacations. Growing old. Life.

"Anywhere." Cass skipped around the room until he found the oxeye daisies. He plucked one and not for the first time Jesse marveled that he wasn't run out of business by these two.

"Who'd watch the store?"

Tulip shrugged. "Wait it out. Cancel orders for a while, sell what you have, give a few things to Emily. She can keep them in the church..." For once Tulip wasn't smirking or glowering his way. "It'll be here when we get back."

"Suppose it will," and just like that Cass knew he had won.

He slid back onto the counter, messing up papers and knocking the poor cash register nearly off the side. Cass twirled the daisy between his fingers before plucking off a petal.

"Hey!" but before Jesse got indignant, Cass spoke.

"He loves me, he loves me not. She loves me, she loves me not..."

Oh. Alright. So the three of them watched, confident in where they'd finally land.

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Noticias de series de la semana: 'Pose' renovada

Renovaciones de series

FX ha renovado Pose por una segunda temporada

BBC One ha renovado Still Game por una novena y última temporada

Starz ha renovado Sweetbitter por una segunda temporada

Noticias cortas

El Tribunal Supremo de California ha rechazado revisar el caso de Olivia de Havilland contra Ryan Murphy y FX por su representación en Feud.

La película de Downton Abbey, escrita por Julian Fellowes y dirigida por Brian Percival, se grabará este verano.

Annabelle Attanasio (Cable McCrory) no volverá en la tercera temporada de Bull.

La cuarta y última temporada de Crazy Ex-Girlfriend tendrá dieciocho episodios.

La quinta y última temporada de Jane the Virgin tendrá dieciocho episodios.

Incorporaciones y fichajes de series

Christina Applegate (Married with Children, Samantha Who?) protagonizará Dead to Me. Será Jen, una mujer con problemas de ira y un sentido del humor más oscuro desde que su marido murió en un atropello y fuga.

Hayley Atwell (Agent Carter) y Tamara Lawrance (Undercover) protagonizarán The Long Song, adaptación de la novela de Andrea Levy (2010) sobre los últimos días de la esclavitud en Jamaica en 1838. Serán July, una esclava que se convierte en madre de un caballero y su odiosa señora Caroline Mortimer. Les acompañarán, entre otros, Jack Lowden (War and Peace, Dunkirk), Lenny Henry (Broadchurch, Harry Potter) y Jordan Bolger (Peaky Blinders, The 100).

Vera Farmiga (Bates Motel, Up in the Air), John Leguizamo (Bloodline, Moulin Rouge) y Michael K. Williams (The Wire, The Night Of) protagonizarán Central Park Five. Serán la fiscal del caso y los padres de dos de los acusados.

Jason Momoa (Aquaman, Game of Thrones) protagonizará See. Será Baba Voss, un audaz guerrero, líder y guardián. No se conocen más detalles de la serie.

Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio (The Color of Money, Robin Hood) se une a la cuarta temporada de Blindspot. Se desconocen detalles.

Barry Keoghan (Dunkirk, The Killing of a Sacred Deer), Diane Lane (Under the Tuscan Sun, Unfaithful), Imogen Poots (Roadies, 28 Weeks Later), Marin Ireland (Sneaky Pete, Homeland), Lashana Lynch (Still Star-Crossed, Bulletproof) y Juliana Canfield (Succession) protagonizarán el piloto de Y: The Last Man, la adaptación del cómic de DC de Brian K. Vaughan y Pia Guerra, sobre un mundo en el que todos los mamíferos machos, excepto un humano llamado Yorick (Keoghan), han muerto. Lane y Poots interpretan a la madre y la hermana de Yorick. Escrita para FX por Michael Green (American Gods, Blade Runner 2049) y Aida Mashaka Croal (Luke Cage, Turn).

Tami Roman (Moonlight) será regular en Are You Sleeping como Lillian, la madrastra de Poppy (Octavia Spencer). Annabella Sciorra (The Sopranos, The Hand That Rocks the Cradle), Nic Bishop (Body of Proof, Snowfall) y Molly Hagan (Jane the Virgin, iZombie) serán recurrentes como Chuck, Erin y Susan, los padres y la tía de las mellizas Josie y Lanie (Lizzy Caplan).

George Newbern (Scandal, Father of the Bride) será recurrente en la vigésima temporada de Law & Order: SVU como Al Pollack, interés amoroso de Rollins (Kelli Giddish).

Julia Garner (Ozark, The Americans) y Juno Temple (Atonement, Vinyl) interpretarán a las hijas de Debra (Connie Britton) en Dirty John.

Charles Esten (Nashville, The Office) y Kat Willis (Friday Night Lights, Queen of the South) serán recurrentes en Tell Me Your Secrets como Saul Barlow, marido de Mary (Amy Brenneman); y Diana Lord, una mujer que trata de equilibrar su trabajo de caridad con la educación de una hija malcriada.

Grace Song será recurrente en Kidding como Eliza, una estudiante universitaria vecina de Jeff (Jim Carrey).

Punam Patel (Kevin from Work, Adam Ruins Everything) será recurrente en la segunda temporada de Alone Together como Tara, compañera de clase de actuación de Esther (Esther Povitsky).

Jeffrey Bowyer-Chapman (UnREAL, SGU Stargate Universe) y Kyle Allen (The Path) participarán como invitados en la octava temporada de American Horror Story. 

April Bowlby (Drop Dead Diva, Two and a Half Men) será Elasti-Girl, además de en Titans, en Doom Patrol.

Julie Ann Emery (Preacher, Fargo) será Marion, esposa de Scheisskopf (George Clooney), en Catch-22.

Stephanie Beatriz (Brooklyn Nine-Nine) y Melissa Fumero (Brooklyn Nine-Nine) participarán como invitadas en la tercera temporada de One Day at a Time interpretando a Pilar y Estrellita, primas de Penelope (Justina Machado).

Ariyon Bakare (Rogue One, Life) será Lord Boreal en His Dark Materials.

Davi Santos (Power Rangers Dino Charge), Zabryna Guevara (Gotham, The Get Down) y Dorian Missick (Animal Kingdom, Luke Cage) serán Gabe, hermano de Hannah (Dania Ramirez), la detective Renee Garcia y el líder de una banda criminal en Tell Me a Story.

Rich Sommer (Mad Men, GLOW) sustituye a Austin Nichols en In the Dark en el papel de Dean, un policía con una hija ciega.

Stephen Full (Dog With a Blog, I'm in the Band) será recurrente en la tercera temporada de Santa Clarita Diet como Janko, trabajador del consulado serbio.

Chris McNally (Altered Carbon) y Kevin McGarry (Heartland, Saw VII) se unen a la sexta temporada de When Calls the Heart. Serán Lucas Bouchard, el dueño de un saloon, y Nathan Grant, de la policía montada.

Belle Shouse (Secrets & Lies) protagonizará Queen America junto a Catherine Zeta-Jones. Será la ignorante e insegura Samantha, que espera que Vicki (Zeta-Jones) pueda convertirla en reina de la belleza. Completan el reparto Teagle F. Bougere (The Path), Rana Roy (Life Sentence, Switched at Birth), Isabella Amara (The Tale, Alex Strangelove), Molly Price (Bloodline, Feud) y Megan West (How to Get Away with Murder, This Is Us).

Pósters de series

        Nuevas series

ITV emitirá la adaptación en ocho episodios de Sandition, la última novela (inacabada) de Jane Austen (1817). Escrita por Andrew Davies (War and Peace, Mr. Selfridge).

Luz verde directa en Sony a diez episodios de Reckoning, thriller psicológico rodado en Australia y ambientado en California. Creado por David Hubbard (Noel) y David Eick (Falling Skies), explora los rincones más oscuros de la mente humana a través de los ojos de dos padres, de los cuales uno es un asesino en serie Mike (Aden Young, Rectify) y Leo (Sam Trammell, True Blood) intentan hacer lo mejor para su familia y ambos luchan por suprimir sus demonios internos, pero el asesinato de un adolescente les lleva a intentar destruir al otro.

Julie Delpy desarrolla para AMC el remake de la israelí Confess, que explorará la intimidad actual y cómo los medios digitales están cambiando las vidas privadas. Producida por Delpy y los creadores de la original.

Netflix desarrolla Three Wishes, adaptación de la novela de Liane Moriarty (Big Little Lies) sobre el escandaloso secreto que prueba la unión de tres hermanas en una boda que acaba en tragedia.

Netflix encarga Puerta 7, su tercera serie original argentina. Creada por Martin Zimmerman (Ozark, Narcos) y escrita por Patricio Vega (Los simuladores), es un thriller sobre las barras bravas, los peligrosos hinchas de fútbol. En la serie, una mujer quiere limpiar la corrupción de un equipo y limpiar el nombre de su familia, un joven se convierte en barra brava para salvar a su familia de la pobreza y diferentes facciones del mismo club se enfrentan en una guerra civil.

Sky Rojo, drama de acción con mucha presencia femenina, será el primer proyecto de Álex Pina (La casa de papel, Vis a vis) en su nuevo acuerdo exclusivo con Netflix.

Luz verde directa en HBO a The Nevers, drama de ciencia ficción escrito, dirigido y producido por Joss Whedon (The Avengers, Buffy the Vampire Slayer). Ambientado en la época victoriana, trata sobre un grupo de mujeres con habilidades inusuales, enemigos implacables y una misión que podría cambiar el mundo.

SundanceTV ha encargado diez episodios de diez minutos de duración de State of the Union, sobre los encuentros semanales de una pareja en un bar antes de sus sesiones de terapia de pareja. Protagonizada por Rosamund Pike (Gone Girl, Pride & Prejudice) y Chris O'Dowd (The IT Crowd, Girls), escrita por Nick Hornby (About a Boy, Brooklyn) y dirigida por Stephen Frears (The Queen, A Very English Scandal).

Fechas de series

Los primeros cuatro episodios de la segunda temporada de Alone Together se podrán ver en Hulu y plataformas digitales el 25 de julio

La segunda temporada de Sick Note llega a Sky One el 26 de julio

Insatiable llega a Netflix el 10 de agosto

La segunda temporada de The Deuce llega a HBO el 9 de septiembre

La decimosegunda temporada de The Big Bang Theory se estrena en CBS el 24 de septiembre

La segunda temporada de Young Sheldon se estrena en CBS el 24 de septiembre

Magnum P.I. llega a CBS el 24 de septiembre

La tercera temporada de Bull se estrena en CBS el 24 de septiembre

La decimosexta temporada de NCIS se estrena en CBS el 25 de septiembre

FBI llega a CBS el 25 de septiembre

La quinta temporada de NCIS: New Orleans llega a CBS el 25 de septiembre

La vigesimosegunda temporada de South Park llega a Comedy Central el 26 de septiembre

La sexta temporada de Mom se estrena en CBS el 27 de septiembre

La undécima temporada de Murphy Brown llega a CBS el 27 de septiembre

La segunda temporada de SWAT llega a CBS el 27 de septiembre

La tercera temporada de MacGyver llega a CBS el 28 de septiembre

La novena temporada de Hawaii Five-0 se estrena el CBS el 28 de septiembre

La novena temporada de Blue Bloods se estrena en CBS el 28 de septiembre

God Friended Me llega a CBS el 30 de septiembre

The Neighborhood se estrena en CBS el 1 de octubre

Happy Together llega a CBS el 1 de octubre

La segunda temporada de SEAL Team se estrena en CBS el 3 de octubre

La decimocuarta temporada de Criminal Minds llega a CBS el 3 de octubre

La quinta temporada de Madam Secretary llega a CBS el 7 de octubre

Tráilers de series

Insatiable

Orange Is the New Black - Temporada 6

Castle Rock

Casual - Temporada 4 y última

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The Boys Season 2 Trailer, Release Date, Cast, and More News

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They Boys Season 2 has been made official by Amazon, and is already adding newcomers to the cast.

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The Boys unleashed an unapologetically ultraviolent response to the entertainment industry’s seemingly interminable array of live-action superhero fare with a TV series created by Supernatural and Timeless's Eric Kripke, adapting the bleak comic book series from Garth Ennis and Darick Robertson. The result was a serial offering that's said to be one of the most-watched shows for the Amazon Prime Video platform.

Amazon was clearly privy to the fact that The Boys was something special even before it premiered, since the online retail monolith's streaming arm preemptively ordered a second season of the series back in July during SDCC season. (If you're so inclined, do check out our review of The Boys Season 1.)

Here's everything to know about The Boys Season 2!

The Boys Season 2 Trailer

The first teaser for The Boys season 2 has arrived. Amazon Prime unveiled this first clip during CCXP in São Paulo and it looks like a bloody good time. 

Video of The Boys Season 2 - Official Teaser | CCXP 2019 | Prime Video

The Boys Season 2 Release Date

The Boys Season 2 is set to arrive on Amazon Prime Video sometime in 2020, though no specific date was divulged.

For the sake of context, Season 1 arrived on July 26, 2019, so we should expect at least a full year to wait for the next chapter.

In the meantime, the first image from the second season of The Boys has arrived in the form of this crimson-soaked, bird-flipping set photo, courtesy of showrunner Eric Kripke, who's seen in the center among cast members Tomer Capon, Karen Fukuhara, Jack Quaid, and Laz Alonso.

A small token for #TheBoysTV fans. World's first pic of #Season2. As you can see, we're up to our old tricks. If you haven't seen, JOIN US. Streaming now on @PrimeVideo @TheBoysTV #TheBoys #SPN #SPNFamily #Timeless pic.twitter.com/3z29mVBfNl

— Eric Kripke (@therealKripke) August 10, 2019

The Boys Season 2 Cast

Patton Oswalt is joining The Boys Season 2 cast for a "secret role," as confirmed by a tweet from showrunner Eric Kripke. Oswalt, the veteran comedian and narrator for ABC’s The Goldbergs, is coming off TV runs on Hulu’s revived Veronica Mars and Netflix's revived Mystery Science Theater 3000, along with recently-cancelled offerings in NBC’s A.P. Bio and a co-starring voice role as the titular imaginary friend unicorn on Syfy’s Happy!. He also fields a sporadically-revisited role on ABC Marvel series Agents of SHIELD as the lanyard-fixated identical Koenig siblings.

Kripke has been slowly turning The Boys into a reunion of his gone-but-not-forgotten NBC series, Timeless. While that show’s co-star, Malcolm Barrett, provided a memorable cameo on Season 1 (more on that later), it appears that two more key personnel from the time-traversing Lifeboat are set to recur on The Boys Season 2, according to Deadline.

Goran Visnjic will play Alistair Adana, “the charismatic and shadowy leader of a mysterious church.” Visnjic, who co-starred on Timeless as antagonist-turned-ally Garcia Flynn, has since fielded a run on Netflix’s now-canceled Santa Clarita Diet, with other runs on NBC’s Crossing Lines, CBS’s Extant, and films such as General, The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo and pre-MCU Marvel spinoff Elektra. He’ll next be seen on the November-scheduled Hulu comedy series, Dollface.

Claudia Doumit will play Victoria Neuman, “a young wunderkind congresswoman.” Doumit is best known for her Timeless role as tech wiz (and love interest to Barrett’s Rufus,) Jiya. She has since put in an appearance on the Cate Blanchett-headlined comedic mystery, Where’d You Go, Bernadette, with a pre-Timeless CV that includes comedy film Dude and TV appearances on Supergirl, How to Be a Vampire, Scandal and Mike & Molly.  

Getting back to Malcolm Barrett, the report also confirms that he will return for Season 2 as Seth Reed, who, as he explained in a Season 1 therapy session, is a Vought Marketing executive whose sexual encounter with a frozen-powered Supe forced him to “let it go.” – And we’re not talking about his fears. Barrett, like Visnjic, also put in a recent appearance on Santa Clarita Diet, and comes off another TV run on AMC's Preacher. Amongst his credits is a role in 2014's Dear White People, a series-long run on ABC 2009-2010 sitcom Better Off Ted and a 2002 guest spot on HBO's The Sopranos.

Further Reading: The Boys: A Response To Cinematic Universe Madness

They join an initially-announced newcomer...

Aya Cash was the first new cast member to join The Boys Season 2. Variety confirmed the news prior to The Boys panel at July's SDCC 2019 panel. Cash, as Deadline reported earlier, is rumored to be portraying superhuman Nazi antagonist, Stormfront. The casting would represent an intriguing spin on the character, not just because it would be a gender swap of the originally-male villain, but due to the fact that, in the comic, Stormfront – the iron-fisted leader of Avengers-parodying super-team Payback – is a Hitler Youth-raised Neo-Nazi; a powerful, Superman-esque (or, if you will, Homelander-esque) caped pseudo-superhero, who publicly claims to be the electrically-created reincarnation of a Viking, but is, in actuality, the result of a Captain-America-like super-soldier experiment by the Third Reich.

Moreover, the character loudly adheres to his pro-Aryan ideology, often with brutal results. Pertinent to the buildup generated from such a character – and at the risk of divulging some comic spoilers – Stormfront eventually meets a brutal (and I mean BRUTAL) death at the hands of The Boys; a notion that should generate curiosity with regard to the gender swap, especially if the show decides to closely follow the comics.

Cash is coming off a 5-season run as the star of FX comedy series You’re the Worst, and recently put in another role for the network in its Fosse/Verdon miniseries. She’s also banked appearances on Easy, the revived Will & Grace and, years earlier, on HBO’s The Newsroom and short-lived Fox sitcom Traffic Light, along with film roles in Social Animals, Game Over, Man!, Mary Goes Round and The Wolf of Wall Street.

Read and download the Den of Geek NYCC 2019 Special Edition Magazine right here!

Joseph Baxter is a contributor for Den of Geek and Syfy Wire. You can find his work here. Follow him on Twitter @josbaxter.

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2018 In Review

So, another year has passed.

ANYONE else felt this year just flew by like a rocket? I remember when I was a kid, my parents or other adults always spoke of the furious passage of time as an adult, but, HOLY FIRE ROASTED TROUTS!, it felt that I sneezed and I’m already at the end of the year. It didn’t help that this year was a garbage fire.

I was pretty disappointed in myself this year. I set some pretty lofty goals, and unfortunately, I fell short on every single one.

BOOKS

I only read SIX BOOKS out of my 100 book Challenge on Goodreads. Some might think this was a big undertaking but I’m a pretty voracious reader, and last year I exceeded my list reading sixty books. So excluding comics and graphic novels,

This is what I read

1)End of an Era by Robert J. Sawyer

2)A Wrinkle in Time by Madeline D’Engel

3)Fire and Fury: Inside the Trump White House by Michael Wolfe

4)Twin Peaks: A Final Dossier by Mark Frost

5)The Andromeda Strain by Michael Crichton

I had a few books that I’m still reading

Congo by Michael Crichton

Red Raptor by Robert T. Bakker

Sphere by Michael Crichton

The Serpent’s Secret by Sayantani DasGupta

Firebrand (Steeplejack Series) by A.J. Hartley

What Happened by Hilary Rodham Clinton

Aquaman: 75 Year Celebration by DC Comics

Green Arrow: 75 Year History by DC Comics

Ghostbusters: Ultimate Visual History by Daniel Wallace

I’m pretty disappointed in myself in not reading as much, but, honestly, I just didn’t have the energy this year. Every time I would start reading, my mind would wander with e5ith anxious thoughts or life stuff and I LOVE reading and don’t really want to sleepwalk through reading. I want to enjoy and be immersed into whatever reading, so instead I put the books down :(

Next year, I’ll hopefully do better.

TV

I had a very overwhelming list of TV series that I either wanted to watch for work, entertainment or just to keep up with Peak TV and pop culture.I planned to watch all of my unwatched series on Netflix, so I could write an article on the overwhelming dump of Netflix original content. I fell short. Here is a list of all the tv, from everything I was watching weekly, to the series I had started but haven’t finished, unwatched series, upcoming series I’m interested in and everything I finished.

  2018 in TV            

MONDAY

Manifest (Eight episodes left)

TUESDAY

WEDNESDAY

Full Frontal with Samantha Bee

Queen Sugar: Season 2 (Fourteen episodes left)

UnREAL: Season 4 (Nine episodes left)

THURSDAY

The Good Place: Season 3 (Three episodes left)

Murphy Brown: Season 11 (Three episodes left)

FRIDAY

SUNDAY

Escape at Dannemora (Three episodes left)

STARTED BUT HAVEN’T FINISHED

Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events (Seven episodes left)

Snowfall (Nine episodes left)

I’m Dying Up Here (Nine episodes left)

Top of the Lake: Season 2 (Five episodes left)

Anne with an E (Six episodes left)

This Is Us (Seventeen episodes left)

The Handmaid’s Tale (Nine episodes left)

The Mist: Season 1 (Nine episodes left)

Guerilla: Miniseries (Five episodes left)

Jamestown (Seven episodes left)

Ghosted (Eight episodes left)

The Mayor (Ten episodes left)

Alias Grace (Five episodes left)

Tin Star (Nine episodes left)

Hard Sun (Five episodes left)

Britannia (Eight episodes left)

The Deuce (Seven episodes left)

Everything Sucks (Nine episodes left)

Altered Carbon (Nine episodes left)

Dark (Nine episodes left)

Mosaic (Five episodes left)

Rise AKA Drama High (Nine episodes left)

The Crossing (Six episodes left)

The Looming Tower (Nine episodes left)

The Terror (Nine episodes left)

Into the Badlands (Two Seasons left)

Killing Eve (Seven episodes left)

Marco Polo (Seven episodes left)

White Famous (Nine episodes left)

Reverie (Five episodes left)

Sharp Objects (Six episodes left)

The Outpost (Nine episodes left)

Cloak and Dagger (Nine episodes left)

Who is America (Six episodes left)

Bobcat Goldthait’s Misfts and Monsters (Seven episodes left)

Sacred Lies (Two episodes left)

Strange Angel (Nine episodes left)

Succession (Nine episodes left)

Insatiable (Twelve episodes left)

Kidding (Nine episodes left)

$1 (Nine episodes left)

The Purge (Nine episodes left)

Jack Ryan (Nine episodes left)

The First (Seven episodes left)

Into The Dark (Eleven episodes left)

God Friended Me (Sixteen episodes left)

Tell Me A Story (Nine episodes left)

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (Ten episodes left)

The Kominsky Method (Six episodes left)

The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel: Season 2 (Six episodes left)

Titans (Eleven episodes left)

Dirty John (Six episodes left)

NightFlyers (Nine episodes left)

Preacher: Season 3 (Nine episodes left)

In Search Of (2018) (Nine episodes left)

Absentia (Nine episodes left)

Yellowstone (Eight episodes left)

UNWATCHED TV SHOWS

Daredevil: Season 1 & 2 (Netflix)

Sense8 (Netflix)

Narcos (Netflix)

Love (Netflix)

Haters Back Off (Netflix)

The Crown (Netflix)

Ronja The Robber’s Daughter (Amazon)

GirlBOSS (Netflix)

Dear White People (Netflix)

The Keepers (Netflix)

Outcast: Season 2 (Cinemax)

Gypsy (Netflix)

Friends From College (Netflix)

Ozark (Netflix)

Mr. Mercedes (Audience)

Atypical (Netflix)

The Disappearance (CTV)

Mindhunter (Netflix)

Frankie Drake Mysteries (CBC)

Godless (Netflix)

The Indian Detective (CTV) - Nov 23 2017

Greenhouse Academy (Netflix)

Grace and Frankie: Season 4 (Netflix)

The Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt: Season 4 Part 1 (Netflix)

Lost in Space (Netflix)

Stranger Things: Season 2 (Netflix)

Jessica Jones: Season 2 (Netflix)

The Rain (Netflix) - May 4 2018

Impulse (YouTube Premimum) - June 6 2018

The Hollow (Netflix) - June 8 2018

Treehouse Detectives  (Netflix) - June 8 2018

Two Sentence Horror Stories (Stage13) - Oct 2017

Queen Sugar: Season 3

The Dragon Prince (Netflix) - Sept 14 2018

Origin (YouTube Premium) - Nov 14 2018

Queen America (Facebook Watch) - Nov 21 2018

UPCOMING

Carnival Row (Amazon) - 2019

They Can’t Kill Us All (AMC)

Heist 88 (FX)

Blood and Treasure (CBS) - 2019

The Underground Railroad (Amazon)

Messiah (Netflix) - 2019

Kaos (Netflix)

Away - Mars Drama (Netflix)

Lovecraft Country (HBO) - 2019

Motherland (Freeform)

See (Apple)

Northern Rescue (CBC Gem/Netflix) - March 1 2019

Search Party: Season 3 - 2019

Are You Sleeping? (Apple)

NOS4A2 (AMC)

Another Life (Netflix)

Gen: LOCK (Rooster Teeth) - 2019

Diablo Animated Series (Netflix)

Avatar Last Airbender Live Action (Netflix)

The I-Land (Netflix)

October Faction (Netflix)

Warrior Nun (Netflix)

Hamelins (Netflix) - 2019

Sunshine Scouts (Netflix)  

The Passage (Fox)

Dark Cargo (YouTube Premium)

Barkskins (Nat Geo) - 2019

The Outsider (HBO) - 2019

Coroner (CBC) - Jan 6 2019

Cavendish (CBC) - Jan 8 2019

Unspeakable (Limited Series) (CBC) - Jan 9 2019

Deadly Class (SyFy) - Jan 16 2019

Black Monday (Showtime) - Jan 20 2019

Street Legal 2019 Revival (CBC) - March 4 2019

Diggstown (CBC) - March 6 2019

FINISHED

Ghost Wars: Season 1 - Finished Jan 7 2018

Van Helsing: Season 2 - Finished Jan 8 2018

Marvel’s Runaways: Season 1 - Finished Jan 9 2018

American Vandal: Season 1 - Finished Jan 24 2018

The Good Place: Season 2 - Finished Feb 1 2018

One Day at A Time: Season 1 - Finished Feb 10 2018

Star Trek: Discovery: Season 1 - Finished Feb 11 2018

One Day At A Time: Season 2 - Finished Feb 21 2018

SeaQuest DSV:Season 1 - Finished March 11 2018

Channel Zero: Butcher’s Block: Season 3 - Finished March 17 2018

Gargoyles: Season 1 - Finished March 30 2018

Max Headroom Pilot - April 3 2018

Prey Pilot - April 3 2018

Karen Sisco Pilot - April 4 2018

Wolf Lake Pilot - April 4 2018

The Magicians: Season 3 - Finished April 6 2018

Santa Clarita Diet: Season 2 - Finished April 24 2018

Black Lightning: Season 1 - Finished May 17 2018

Timeless; Season 2 - Finished May 19 2018

UnREAL: Season 3 - Finished May 19 2018

Superstition: Season 1 - Finished May 20 2018

Sien AKA The Deep: Season 1 - Finished May 23 2018

iZombie: Season 4 - Finished May 29 2018

The Americans: Season 6 - Finished May 31` 2019

Legion: Season 2 - Finished June 18 2018

Supergirl: Season 3 - Finished June 19 2018

Star Trek: The Next Generation: Season 3 - Finished June 24 2018

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine: Season 3 - Finished June 24 2018

Star Trek: Voyager: Season 3 - Finished June 24 2018

Westworld: Season 2 - Finished June 24 2017

The Expanse: Season 3 - Finished July 15 2018

Star Trek: The Next Generation:  Season 4 - Finished Aug 10 2018

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine: Season 4 - Finished Aug 10 2018

Star Trek: Voyager: Season 4 - Finished Aug 10 2018

Clarissa Explains It All Pilot - Aug 12 2018

Orange Is The New Black: Season 6 - Finished Aug 26 2018

Big Mouth: Season 1 - Finished Aug 31 2018

Cobra Kai: Season 1 - Finished Sept 2 2018

The Path: Season 3 - Finished Sept 6 2018

Freakish: Season 2 - Finished Sept 8 2018

SMILF: Season 1 - Finished Sept 9 2018

Castle Rock: Season 1 - Finished Sept 13 2018

Barry: Season 1 - Finished Sept 20 2018

Lodge 49: Season 1 - Finished Sept 21 2018

American Vandal: Season 2 - Finished Sept 22 2018

13 Reasons Why: Season 1 - Finished Sept 26 2018

Wynonna Earp: Season 3 - Finished Sept 30 2018

13 Reasons Why: Season 2 - Finished Oct 5 2018

The Haunting of Hill House: Season 1 - Finished Oct 13 2018

Light As a Feather: Season 1 - Finished Oct 14 2018

A Discovery of Witches: Season 1 - Finished Nov 5 2018

YOU: Season 1 - Finished Nov 12 2018

Lore: Season 2 - Finished Nov 12 2018

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina: Season 1 - Finished Nov 23 2018

Castlevania: Season 2 - Finished Nov 28 2018

Doctor Who: Season 11 - Finished Dec 11 2018

Preacher: Season 2 - Finished Dec 15 2018

VIDEO GAMES

This year, I intended to play more videogames, and while I finished Firewatch, which turned out to be one of my favourite games of the last decade and a great first person adventure game to boot, I again, bought many games I never finished including Stardew Valley, The Adventures of Willy Beamish, Inherit the Earth, Lighthouse: The Dark Being and Bioshock.

Many other games including personal faves, Maniac Mansion, Grim Fandango, Curse of Monkey Island, Escape from Monkey Island and Monkey Island 2: LeChuck’s Revenge: Remastered Edition I bought but either haven’t had the time or interest to replay.

Others such as Shivers, Ecco The Dolphin, The Dagger of Amon Ra: A Laura Bow Mystery, and Broken Sword, I just didn’t have the energy to start.

I’m hoping next year to at least finish five games.

EZEKIEL CONFRONTS CHALLNGE

If you’ve been following me on social media, you know this year, I really want to dig down and confront fears or personal biases on things I deemed embarrassing or nerdy such as conventions, D&D, Magic:TG, WOW (World of Warcraft) and rewatching all of the Star Trek series, The Next Generation, Deep Space Nine and Voyager, as well as watching series such as SeaQuest:DSV, Battlestar Galactica and Babylon 5 for the first time.

Ezekiel Watches Star Trek

I really ENJOYED rewatching Star Trek. It was such a big part of my early childhood watching TNG  with my parents and I LOVED DS9 and enjoyed Voyager, so getting to go back was such a delight and reignited my love for these series and made me want to proudly wear them as a source of pride rather then a blemish of embarrassment., I’m sad I wasn’t able to watch all seven series of each of the three series, but I’m halfway done  Season 5 on TNG, DS9 and Voyager that hopefully I can finish all series by the end of Jan 2019.

Ezekiel Watches SeaQuest, Battlestar and Babylon 5

I never watched SeaQuest DSV as a kid, despite my LOVE of the ocean and exploration, again due to embarrassment and wanting to be cool. I’ve watched the first season, there are three in total, and despite a few problematic areas *cough* poorly written female characters *cough* I really liked the potential of the series and a few of the characters.

With both Battlesar and Babylon 5, I only watched the Pilots of both series and while I enjoyed them, I didn’t have nearly enough a sample to know if I’ll enjoy them. Hoping to watch more of each as well as finish the last two seasons of SeaQuest next year.

Ezekiel Plays WOW

I’ve never played WOW (or had any interest). For a decade, my two younger siblings have tried to bully me into playing but it wasn’t until my friend, Kelly, started playing with her husband, that I wanted to share something that had become important to her. I don’t know I’d continue if Kelly stopped playing but so far I’m enjoying myself. I didn’t expect to enjoy (mainly it’s Kelly), she’s an EXCELLENT guide and is very good with going slow with me and teaching me about the world and its rules and not making me feel stupid or a burden.

PERSONAL GOALS

This year was my hard, my debut novel that was supposed to get published this past November, had an issue with my publisher and now its release is TBA, I feel like a failure, and my main priority of 2019 is getting the novel that I’ve worked on for five years PUBLISHED!

I wanted to lose twenty five pounds and start working out more to feel better, less sluggish and work on my mental health.. In this area, I succeeded, lost the weight I needed, and walked 3 km every day from May to late September. I need to work out more but I don’t feel as bad that didn’t happen.

I didn’t write as much as I wanted both for work and personal. I didn’t have as much published pieces as I’ve had in previous years. A lot of it was that my mental health was low throughout the year, and I had too many days off due to feeling depleted and exhausted .

I also didn’t work on the short stories much that I want to compile in a short story anthology that I want to self publish on Amazon and E Book. Again, I just need to push myself and write every day like I used to.

That being said, I’m really excited to go into the New Year and do better :)

BEST OF 2018

Two awesome things happened this year, I got my cat, Cheriden that was a rescue from my friend’s parent’s acreage, and he’s honestly the best part of my life right now. I had a cat, Sneaky, who was a tabby, when I was little but I’ve always wanted an animal that was a companion, that would come for snuggles and follow me around.  Cheriden was made for me, sometimes he’s too needy but he’s improved the quality of my life so much.

in 2005, I found a website, Isle of Coloden that was run by Kelly, who seemed just as weird as me and I admired her for her openness when blogging was such a new thing for me, I always thought she was a cool, and pathetic as it sounds, wanted to be her friend..  Last December, my ex, suggested I tell her how much she helped me through a difficult time in my life, when I had lost my girlfriend, I was initially reluctant but I did and Kelly and I started  chatting, she is now a co-host on my pod, Pop! Fishbowl, has helped me with WOW and I’m so glad to have such a caring, unique, opinionated person in my life.

For Christmas, she surprised me and bought me the first two seasons of Disney’s Gargoyles (Pretty much the complete series IGNORE Season 3!!!), which was such a delightful, thoughtful gift that came during a very tumultuous stressful week

and today I was again surprised to see I always made her best of 2018 list :) Shut up, I’m not smiling, YOU ARE! :) XD

TO 2019, AND BEYOND

Going into the New Year, I want to get my book published, figure out my two book deal so I get started on the next two that make up the trilogy, continue walking/working out both physically and mentally, finish my tv list, read at least 50 books and try to get short stories published in journals/magazines as well as play five video games.

In regards onto my website, Culture Gecko, I want to work on more local pieces in both Saskatoon and my other home, Vancouver. Interview local art7ist7s, business owners, report on news and current events. 

Fingers crossed, you guys!

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Preacher Sign Ups Start Today!

Any new Preacher fans since Season 2? If so consider signing up for the Secret Santa exchange! Just send an email to 

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with

1. Your tumblr username / URL.

2. A 5 word (maximum) prompt for your Santa.

3. Are you willing (but not guaranteed) to create AND receive porn? YES SMUT or NO SMUT.

4. Are you willing to be a pinch hitter?

5. A list of any triggers/things your Santa cannot mention/show in their gift to you

Simple, right? But if you’ve got questions there’s more info here and here. Sign ups will run through the 10th. Hope to be receiving emails from you all soon! 

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Today is the day!!

Happy posting day, everyone!

If you’ve already got your gift up, fantastic. If it’s coming later, also fantastic. I’ll start reblogging things in about another hour or two, but until then this is just a general reminder to please be patient with your Santas. A lot of people have run into difficulties of various kinds so they might not be posting until very late today or even early tomorrow.

Santas: if you think you’ll be posting later than that though I encourage you to reveal yourself to your recipient today and let them know that their gift will be up in a bit. That way no one spends the day upset thinking they don’t have one :)

Enjoy the exchange! <3

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Three days until posting

Hello, everyone!

Sorry I haven’t been giving many updates - the holiday season is crazy and I’ve been neck-deep in my own secret santas. Just remember that gifts are due any time on the 23rd (if you don’t see your gift immediately, don’t panic. It might be coming later that night, your Santa might be in a different time zone, etc.) and to tag appropriately.

After you’ve posted and revealed yourself to your Santa you can enjoy all the new Preacher material <3

Can’t wait to see the gifts on Saturday!

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ABOUT TWO WEEKS UNTIL SIGN UPS BEGIN!

Attention, Preacher community! Start preparing for our Secret Santa exchange. Sign ups begin November 1st and until then you can work to spread the word~

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Assignments have been sent out!

Hopefully everyone received theirs without incident, but if you have questions feel free to ask. Otherwise everyone can dive headfirst into planning and creating gifts :D 

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JUST 5 DAYS LEFT TO SIGN UP FOR THE PREACHER SECRET SANTA!

It’s a small turnout so far this year :(   I’m hoping there are still a number of Preacher fans out there who might be convinced to join in on the fun! Head here for more info. 

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Update

Shoutout to @sandpapersnowman for pointing out that nearly all the gift links went to the exact same present. I think I’ve fixed things now. 

Anti-shoutout to tumblr for doing that in the first place... 

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GIFTS ARE DUE IN TWO DAYS!

Remember to post your gift sometime on the 15th. Tag this blog, tag your recipient, and enjoy all the new Preacher works! 

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First gift in is, woo! Everyone check out @mobius-loop‘s phenomenal fic for @isthatanapplepipe!!

(And don’t worry, no panicking: everyone else still has until the 15th. There were just extenuating circumstances that resulted in this early gift :)