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foreversnews · 5 months ago

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1:am July 4th, sitting here flipping this Tamia I'm so into you song in to a slow sample

thinking of new ways to trust myself

this song has always reminded me of a special kinda of feeling around love. or infatuation at least right now this specific scope of "love" feels more to me like alice millers cover of spell on you by Nina Simone

or frank ocean seigfeind

or looks good with trouble by Solange

slow sample just going on loop as I write this

" I can't realllyyy exxxxplaainitttt"

slowed down at about 45.5 bpm

I used to hear this and think of the most life affirming guilty embarrasingly mushy love

where my young imagination could only think of me walking in the sunlight with a pretty girl, not even touching her, just walking

funny how I always thought romance could save me from something

even as a kid I would almost stay up all night before the first day of school, finally I get to see girls !!

I could get a girlfriend !!

life was simple like that then, elementary school me lol

wanted to feel like something to somebody so baddd

"iiii rreeaallly liiikke what youuu dooonne too meee"

as slowed sample plays*

this song it still hasn't lost its shiny touch

makes me think of someone that I haven't spoke to in while an

meiby in a way I thought she could save me from myself

if I pretend enough

if i talk enough

if i give enough

if I tell you any and everything

nothing stopped the inevitable end

as the loop still runs *

"doooonnee toooo meee"

I think of the countless beds I found myself in the search of the comfort of the that little kid that just wanted to feel like that song feels

cords and rhythms bouncing off my shoulder blades

quick as a lie Is told

as love is perceived

I've ran out of rhythms to not see in this

"whhhaaat youuuu Donnee too meee "

as the sample plays on loop *

playing out the cyclical natures of my most intimate desires coverd by cathexis of pretty faces and gentle misreadings

but to young people who like each other isn't there any more to think a out??? haha my young mind thought it was that easy

making Valentine day cards. hiding them in desk and sing to girls during recess lol

I found (Mei)self dreaming this person again.

how can I begin to think about this in a way the keeps me intact ?

because after all this is who I built for better or worst

become charming people will forget how you've warn that same unwashed uniform shirt to school 5 days In a row

maybe she might look past the body odor you quite don't know how to get in order yet lol

ive always found myself obsessing over what my first time would be like

would it be like one pf those songs of the weekends trilogy ? high school me would think about lol

after all it seems like the perfect sounds track to this double reality I found myself in from a young aspiring towards everything and hopping to find home

'IIIII ammmsoooo iii inn too you"

sample still runs *

being a young boy not really aware of my innocence

didn't feel like I had anything worth seeing

like I was guilty from the first perception of others

the only thing that I could see for myself was desire of romance

maybe I could think about this all day and nothing else

I remember one day my dad would update me on his latest sexual prized catch and how sexy she was, how ,such she pleased him

"iccaannnntt reallly exxplaainne It"

Sample does on *

.........................................................

now my conquest for the ultimate I immature romance, devided in two sexual prowas and power.

after all if my dad is telling me all these details it must be somthing worth doing right?

was he only telling me this to escape his own feelings of loneliness

maybe if he reflects some sort of cool posture ill look at him in a way that helps him look at himself

funny how that goes

bc here I am now hoping to see my value in bodies, faces,ect

but how can I ask them to see omthing I havnt deeply interrogated ?

I know now that love feels more like Alice Coltranes going home

unknowable, only lived and acted out in my own personal being

romance is just a extent of ritual maybe

the coldness of my young self non knowing how to cope with poverty, with abuse and misuse of my young body, mind.

its not far off that, that became the only motivating factor win my life but I deeply want to know myself in everyday possible

not from a automated idea in hopes of finding someone

im not personality package, a body to be used, an idea to be exploited

but then again.

'iiiii reeallly liikkke whhaat youuuuu donnneee to mee iii cannnnt rreealllly exxpllaainne iiit iiiimm sooo iiinn too youuu"

last sample flip*

maybe this coldness is what ive never recognized.

(im rambling and speaking in fragments but I wanted to be honest with how many turns my brain was making "

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skyepixels · 1 year ago

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The Welcome Home Website!!!!! She is Beautiful~! And She Leaves Us With So Many Questions!

First off, I am absolutely astonished at how beautiful she is!!! Clown, Puzz, and everyone else has worked so hard and they've exceeded everyone's expectations with the site!!! What a wonderful little Home they've made, and I'm excited to experience it as a fan!!!

I know that everyone's combing through the new website update with a fine toothed comb so I won't be sharing anything we've already found. I don't think I've found anything new in the site that others haven't already found, but oh boy!!!! Does everything there only raise more questions!

What I do love is how all the audio files we've been given through the "bugs" has really shown what everyone's personality is like! I love every one of them, and the voice actors captured them perfectly! Oh and the little tidbits of history with the merchandise, the telephone calls, the little skits! Be still my beating heart~!!!

AND THE WALLY LIVE INTERVIEW. I CANT! It's sooo darn cute!! And Nick Nocturne (I know it's him, that interdimentional cat demon) as the interviewer was such a lovely touch! I cannot wait to hear about that from his YT channel!!! And Wally was so coy with the romance question~ and I think that's the perfect way to answer it for everyone who loves him! Keep it vague, let everyone make their own conclusions and be happy! (I know I certainly will for the time being, and will love him no matter what!) I am so curious about the underlying story here: there's so much to think about it's driving me crazy! They gave so much and answered so little! We can only theorize from here! So here's my little thoughts! None of it's cohesive in any way, nor does it really have all the details or tell full story yet, so just take it in sections if you decide to read it! ______

!~OBSERVATION TIME~!

I think that Wally, Home (And maybe everyone else, not sure) are trapped somewhere. Where exactly isn't certain, but very trapped indeed. My first indication of this from this response in the guestbook for Tayla (Page 8):

"eu não sei onde estamos" - I don't know where we are (A bonus for the multi-lingual side of things there, it makes me really happy to see it!)

I have no concept of what happened to everyone else, but from the little drawings he's made on the guestbook, he's constantly telling people things like "Oh, I'll tell Eddie." or "I'll tell Frank." these messages, but we never get a direct response from any other neighbor! It's always him talking! Just him. He tells people their responses, but we never hear anything direct from the other neighbors! The quick reference I can bring up is the hearts PNG in the guestbook for Kazoo:

itoldhim_hesaidhesflattered_idontknowwhatanyoneistalkingabout_.png I feel like those collections of audio clips with all the neighbors (1-14 to 14-14) are a recount of events throughout an entire day that previously happened that may give insight into what happened to Wally. I think this is the case based on the last audio in the list, 14-14 bh audio, when Barnaby notices Wally acting strange:

BARNABY: Yeah, yeah, real funny! A poor little guy like me deserves some sympathy! A clown without a kazoo is like… Like an artist without his paintbrush! Go on kid, tell ‘em! …Hello? Buddy? Pal? …Hey, you stopped paintin’. Everything alright, Wally?

Well, something happened there. Maybe a change in his psyche, how he perceives things - some strange realization that terrified him. Maybe he got angry at something. What it was? I have no clue.

Another addition that I think is interesting! Frank wrote to Wally describing the unusual bug he found. In the beginning of that letter, Frank says this:

"I know you would ask if you are here." Where is he?

The nature of how Wally and everyone communicates is so vague and weird! I think the telephones, the mail, the TVs - all these things are means of communicating, but there's no direct connection to us! Any time a phone call is made, they can't hear us. This I have inferred from the "It's for you!" Talking telephone toy! They can talk to us and we can hear them, but they can't hear us! What's causing this disturbance? That's the real bug here, and I'm clueless on what that means or how to break through the surface!

Most importantly! I think that Wally specifically trying to communicate with that one person on the WHRP team. That person... is experiencing a lot of heavy sh*t, because I think they remember Wally and the show. They're the closest person right now that's able to help him (either willingly or not!)

I also believe he's specifically working with that WHRP member because in the phone audio (the one you click on when interacting with the toy telephone on the merchandise page), he says:

"You have to go too. You have work to do."

From what I can interpret from the live interview, I think that it implies some semblance of back story! Wally did interact with people and the outside world during his prime in the 70s, when the show was really starting to pick up speed. He was calmer, more in tune with his character and fame. He was in character most of all, and I think being in character was a sense of identity for him that he could rely on!

But those secret audio files we hear from him now? He sounds desperate, like he can't breathe. He's practically breaking from his usual character. What did he realize? What does he know? All of those things boil down to this sentence:

"I will help you understand. I will find a way soon, Neighbor."

Wally (and Home?) are working away at a solution wherever they can I think that WHRP member is the key to that! (Although the methods of how they're doing it, i.e the black paint that apparently you shouldn't touch with bare hands, the mind-boggling phone ringing in that person's ears, the complete distortion of reality - definetely implies a few things.)

I also think that the highlighted in invisible ink is Wally's words throughout the email compilations and other documents! The one where he says "Im so sorry." - I feel like that's him showing some remorse for his actions there, but it's like a sorry that says "I'm sorry, I have to do this." kind of deal (which is... oof)

Also - quick note! Wally keep insisting on being let in, rather than being let out. "Let me in." - Let you in to where? Our world? Reality? Oh so many questions!!!

I also am curious about the WHRP staff too, and their interactions with the Question-Answerer, the Marlo company, the Playfellow Workshop! There's two sides to this story; the human side and the puppet one, and it's so multilayered here that at this point, I'm inclined to distrust what anyone on that website says until we know what's going on!

Lastly, I'm not certain how much we as viewers of this story are involved. While I believe that he's working to get that WHRP member to let him in, he does acknowledge us through the guestbook. Although, I don't think truly aware of how much we see him. i.e "idontknowwhatanyoneistalkingabout" line from the heart PNG.

While I want to believe that Wally can see us through our art, specifically when we draw or recreate his eyes, for engagement's sake (audio from this link), I also am inclined to believe he's refering to the eyes that the WHRP team member keeps drawing on those sticky notes and other places throughout the restoration site:

And and and!!! I think that there's got to be something upcoming with this link: https://www.clownillustration.com/error404

You find this link on the staff-only page at the bottom with the text "It's in here." And I think that with any future updates, the next section of the story will be coming from here.

AHH~! I rambled on too long! Hope you enjoyed it!

#welcome home #wally darling #welcome home arg #welcome home fandom #welcome home wally #skyepixels #welcome home theory #welcome home update #frank frankly #julie joyful #eddie dear #poppy partridge #howdy pillar #barnaby beagle

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paigegonerogue · 6 months ago

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Dialogue Styles and The Last of Us

There are many different ways that media handles dialogue, but in my observations they can usually be sorted into three different categories: Poetic, Witty, and Real.

There are more complicated and technical ways to look at it, but most shows have one that is the main “style” of dialogue.

Poetic Dialogue: People talking pretty, basically. It’s unrealistic, but speaking in metaphors or beautiful words can make you cry or give you chills.

Many monologues use poetic dialogue. Think of Luthen’s “revolution” speech in Andor or Silco’s “drowning” speech from Arcane. Period pieces or fantasy media also tend to use poetic dialogue.

Witty Dialogue: Dialogue that’s funny or smart. It’s also unrealistic, but really fun to watch!

Most good comedies most often use witty dialogue, like Community, Arrested Development, and Brooklyn 99. As do dark comedies like Succession or Aaron Sorkin Dialouge like the Social Network (that movie fucks, btw).

Realist Dialogue: Pretty self explanatory. Realistic Dialouge that sounds like how real people talk.

Examples of good realist dialogue include The Bear and Better Call Saul.

(Quick side note: Realist Dialogue isn’t indistinguishable from normal conversation. Usually dialogue and the way people talk is very different. Real dialogue just captures a more natural and raw way of speaking than the other examples.)

So what category does The Last of Us fall into?

Well, here’s the interesting part. I would say that the game and the show fall into different dialogue categories.

I would say that the game falls into the ‘Witty’ dialogue type, while the show falls into the ‘Realist’ dialogue type.

The show also occasionally dabbles in Poetic Dialogue, like Bill’s speech to Frank at the end of ep 3, Joel’s “I’m failin’ her in my sleep’ speech. If you’ve watched Chernobyl you’ll know that mixing real and poetic dialogue is a Craig Mazin specialty.

While both, like most pieces of fiction, have moments of all three (like the show absolutely has witty moments and the game has poetic ones), their main styles are different.

While there are many ways that you can see the differences in dialogue styles, but the starkest contrast is the way Ellie talks.

In the game you can definitely see the Juno-esque origins of Ellie that people have speculated about. She talks with this quickness, even in dramatic moments. She’s always got a quip or a joke or something clever to say (though you see less of it in the final part of the game).

In the show Ellie talks more like a real teenager. She’s clever and a she’s funny, sure, but she also gets flustered or doesn’t know what to say. She says the wrong things or rambles or she blurts stuff out and she sounds young in a way that game Ellie doesn’t.

You can see the difference most clearly in scenes very similar in both the show and the game, like when she shoots the man in Kansas City/Pittsburg, or when she wakes up in David’s cage.

In both these scenes you can definitely see show Ellie a bit more flustered, a bit more scared, and a bit more young.

TLOU HBO was able to use it’s medium to increase the realism of the story (something I’ve talked about before), and a way of doing that is to change how the characters themselves speak.

There are many other examples, but these are definitely some of the clearest.

But while the way they talked changed, the characters stayed quite consistent with only a few very intentional differences, and I think it’s awesome, and a testament to how strong the characters were, and how the writing in the show is that it doesn’t feel too jarring or separate. At the end of the day they’re very different, but both absolutely play to their strengths as a medium and I think that’s pretty cool!

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da12thkind · 1 year ago

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Tumblr and The Old Internet Re-Awakens, An Opinion Essay

This is going to be a super long post about my thoughts on the current state of the internet, with a chunk of what I'm about to say having been stuff I've already said elsewhere on other sites. To save your dash, I'll be putting a READ MORE break.

The fact that Twitter and Reddit have basically been destroyed by their own hubris is both hilarious and sad. It's funny because "ha ha rich man's hubris" but also sad because this is very emblematic of the current direction many social media companies that have been at the top for too long are going.

Ever since the muskrat purchased Twitter, it was clear from the beginning that something seriously wrong had happened, with worse decisions to follow. Something I hadn't realized was just how extensive the ripple effects of this would be. Reddit is now being destroyed by their leader's desire for more and more money, as if they needed any more.

I've been having this conversation with my friends via Discord and with strangers on the Starmen dot net forums. The writing is on the walls. The internet is moving towards a future that caters to advertisers more than its users. If there's even the slightest hint of getting more money by screwing over users, the higher ups of a given site will be chomping at the bit.

Where does that leave us?

Well, with Reddit and Twitter both now in a state of complete and total self-destruction, albeit rather slowly, we have seen an influx of new and returning users. Fantastic! I love when an old place gets new life breathed into it.

That being said, I don't believe that Tumblr is the bastion of The Old Internet, far from it, and many of you would agree.

Instead, I think that the resurgence in Tumblr's popularity could be just the first step towards the return of The Old Internet. We have the power to go back to the days of making our own websites. Information on web design and web programming are available online for free, in addition to many places offering free hosting services for a basic website or blog that don't need many bells or whistles (just don't go to GoDaddy).

Tumblr, in my opinion, once you know how to use the advanced editing tools, can make for a great "Baby's First Web Blog." There are some users on here that have made GORGEOUS blogs that will absolutely blow you away.

What about peer-to-peer communications?

We've seen that Discord has been another victim to the plague that is internet gentrification. They've removed the discriminators for usernames, had a store put in, and so many other little changes that have consistently annoyed the end users.

That being said... Discord is not going to be falling apart anytime soon. It's still a fantastic way to connect with many people at once and have quick access to all your different communities.

However, you could make the case, and I certainly try to, that internet forums fulfill the same thing. It is true that forums for many topics have drifted into the void of internet history, but is that not simply the nature of the internet? Communities sprout up, thrive, have an internal way, break apart, and start anew. We've seen that with many Discord servers, albeit rather small ones.

I will still hold my ground that forums should be revitalized if we truly want to go back to the days of old.

What does the future hold?

I... don't know. Despite my vast horde of opinions, research, and second-hand accounts of what The Old Internet was like and how The Current Internet is becoming, I cannot say for absolute certainty that we will see a total collapse of these tech empires. At the very least, however, I do believe that they will become hollowed shells of their former selves.

I have yet to talk about YouTube and its history, and, to be quite frank with you all, I simply must avoid that topic for now. All I will say is that I implore my fellow content creators, specifically those that create Video On-Demand content for YouTube and TikTok, to look into creating your own websites to host your content in the event that something happens to these empires, too. If you don't have offline copies of your videos, do so when you can.

That will be it for now. Thank you for reading this essay. I love your faces. Stay safe.

#da12thkind text post #opinion essay #opinion #essay #the old internet #internet #twitter #reddit #tumblr #twitpocalypse #elongated muskrat #reddit refugee

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rushingheadlong · 1 year ago

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okay, last post about the tank top (for now, until we inevitably get more photos) but setting aside the flailing and thirsting and excitement and everything else for a moment here

more than anything I am just SO happy that Brian felt comfortable enough to wear that tank top out onstage again without anything else over it

because he's obviously been using tank tops as his undershirt for the entire tour so far but even with everything being posted from soundchecks and hotels and his stationary bike we haven't seen him in just the tank on this tour before. he's wearing these constantly now, nearly daily, and until Halloween every image of him from this tour had been with an overshirt on or wearing a different t-shirt entirely.

and we know that Brian had(/has) body image issues and if you look at his entire wardrobe over the entire course of his life it's pretty freaking obvious that at least some of those issues are with his torso and shoulders. yes he's allergic to buttons but how many photos do we have of him actually shirtless compared to, say, Roger or Freddie?

more than that, how many times has he performed with Queen while wearing a tank top? I'll tell you right now you can count it on one hand and it's never been during a Queen concert specifically. the closest he's ever gotten has been rolling up his sleeves during the Q+PR years, or the handful of times he did the same in the 80s.

"we was glam!" Brian once said, and honestly that's probably a large reason why he's never worn tanks onstage with Queen before. because Queen's aesthetic is very different than that of his solo tours, and Q+AL is very different from Q+PR in that the glam vibes that Adam brings allow Brian to return to some of his own stage costume roots. Brian has a wild number of shirt and/or outfit changes during the show, and even the "street clothes" he wears on stage are sparklier than they ever were during the Q+PR years - not to mention that he's actually wearing costumes again, with the borhap solo outfits and the military jackets and everything else he does.

Brian may not be "fashionable" in the sense of being into fashion, following trends, etc. but he has always been extremely aware of how to follow the fashion in Queen specifically (and one day I'll write up that post about how Brian and Freddie continued wearing "costumes" onstage long past the point where Roger and John stopped....). it's really obvious when you look at Brian on the Magic Tour, where his stagewear is mostly just street clothes that vibe with what Roger and John are wearing, but he still pulls out those fabulous coats towards the end of the show to match the grandeur and spectacle that comes with a Queen finale.

Brian is clearly comfortable wearing tank tops in general but it's a very different matter for him to a) wear them publicly, where there will be photos and videos of it on the internet forever and b) wear them during a Queen show in 2023 when they match nothing else going on with his stagewear for this tour.

and I don't want to spend a lot of time on Point A because I am sick to fucking death of trying to get this fandom to understand that cracking "jokes" about the visible signs of natural aging (like the shoulder hair) isn't actually funny, especially when people are doing it on platforms that Brian himself is on like instagram

but with regards to Point B, like... there was just no reason for Brian to do this. there's no reason he couldn't have worn the Frank mask with the mirror ball suit, or if there was a reason he still could've worn an overshirt like he did when they had timing issues and he couldn't do his quick-change a few shows back.

but clearly Brian wanted to do this. he wanted THAT to be his Halloween costume specifically - not the mirror suit or his stagewear with a mask added, but a full outfit that was specifically unique for that moment in that show even if it was pulled from other clothing pieces he already had on hand.

it's a choice that, for about 20 seconds, made him completely visually different from anything anyone else had worn during that show. it's a choice that doesn't fully match Queen's aesthetic, either then or now, and it's a choice that's already generating some questionable "teasing" at his expense.

Brian has always had his physical appearance put under a microscope. from his height to his hair, the clogs to the unbuttoned shirts, by sheer virtue of the fact that he exists in the public eye Brian cannot wear anything without getting comments and critiques on it to some degree. and as he's aged those comments have naturally shifted to be about his aging - about his decision to dye or stop dyeing his hair, about how much skin he shows and how appealing the rest of the world finds that, how much body hair he now has and the small belly he's gained and everything else that comes along when you're a human being who's been alive for 70+ years.

but despite all of that, Brian wore that tank top on stage.

despite the dozens of reasons why this could have been a bad idea, despite the wildly varying opinions I've already seen, despite the aesthetic of Queen and this tour, despite the routine they already have for his outfit changes, despite the fact that this was always going to special because of the green lights and the Frank mask...

despite everything... Brian stripped down to that tank and stepped onto the raising platform without wearing any of his glam overshirts or special-made costumes, knowing that the thousands of people in that venue were waiting to get pictures and videos of that solo, and that he'd be opening himself up to very specific criticisms about his appearance by doing this.

and Brian was still confident enough, comfortable enough, in himself to do that during possible the highest-stakes moment in the entire show.

so yeah, I'm excited because there's new tank top content and I'm not above admitting that I personally find this sort of confidence very sexy even on a man of Brian's age

but I'm also just happy FOR Brian with this - happy that it went off without a hitch, happy that it has mostly been well-received by fans, happy that he seems to have had fun with it and, above all else, happy to see that any lingering self-doubts or body image issues aren't enough to stop him from giving us a moment like this.

#long post //#text #brian #ramblings #I said at the top that this post wasn't about thirsting after Brian #and it's not #but these are the tags so I get free rein to say whatever I want and it is VERY important to me that yall know #Brian is still so fucking hot in that tank #like. stupidly hot. unfairly attractive. distractingly sexy.#we're talking ''I'd still do him even at 76'' levels of hot here #you can see the fucking muscles in his arms how is the entire fandom not going feral over that right now!!#(I'd apologize for being a gilf on main but this is a sideblog so that's where the gilf-posting is supposed to go asdklfjlkasdjfkla)

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wexhappyxfew · 5 months ago

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hi shannon!! marianne is calling my name so... can i request "it's 4am. you need sleep." with her? 😁 hope you're having an AMAZING day!!

HI BLUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!! you already are very aware of my excitement towards this prompt because i have not talked as much as i have wanted about my queen marianne salinger, resident tail-gunner of silver bullets who loves three things in this world (1) the silver bullets crew, (2) frank sinatra and (3) her orange cat, frank. AND OF COURSE -- i took this opportunity to talk a bit more about co-pilot of silver bullets, francis montez - co-pilots are just....they're so interesting. there is so much depth to them, especially what their relationship is with the pilot, and we dig into that here. also -- we get some birdie faulkner mentions! my queen (lost but not forgotten)!! francis montez, my tragic hero, i am HUGGING YOU!!!!! please enjoy this look into life before annie bradshaw became replacement command pilot for silver bullets! it is such an interesting space to work in, especially considering what we already know about life with annie bradshaw as the pilot!!!

we all lost birdie

(a/n): marianne salinger POV of the limbo time in between the command of birdie faulkner and annie bradshaw as francis montez struggles with the weight of leadership in a time like this. let's just say....she's not coping well, but the silver bullets crew is there to help with that. also -- marianne is just a gem for real, like observant, chaotic af, non-smoker but is the 'do it because my friends did it' person tbh she's great LMAO! please enjoy!!! (and thank you blu for this....i sincerely hope you enjoy!!!) <3333333 co-pilots my beloved!!

Birdie Faulkner had been on levels even some men would never get to in their lifetime. Highly respected, rather decorated and equally intelligent as any man flying a B-17 as anyone. It’s probably what made Silver Bullets so reliable.

The first she picked was her co-pilot.

Francis Montez - a good Californian, who had top marks in school and a knack for opening up her mouth when prompted, she was an easy choice for co-pilot, a second in command, another leader who would undoubtedly be useful in unforeseen circumstances.

The navigator and bombardier came next: Bessie Carlisle and Carrie Achterberg or Bergie, of Queens and Brooklyn, New York, respectively, from two sides of the same town. Damn good at their jobs, efficient, the glue to the crew and the ones with the brains. Necessary investments.

Then came the flight engineer. Not only must she know all she can about the B-17 but how to fix it on the ground or in the air if needed. Marjorie Harlowe - or Margie - from Michigan, took up that role with ease. A smile, a flick of the finger, an easy-going and competent nature - it wasn’t any surprise that if you flew with Margie Harlowe, you were safe.

Radio ops was next - Paulina Stagliano of Philly was one to talk. Loud mouth and an even louder mind, she got her point across in short question and answer scenarios for her crew, and was always of the opportune to play music when the morale was low.

Then - her turret gunners.

Waist gunners were first - Kennedy Farley hailed from Boston, a rather passionate, raging Red Sox fan, who was a fierce and loyal protector and friend. And a damn-good gunner - she knew that gun inside and out and if you needed a hand with repairs, she'd show up with a smoke, a screwdriver and a small frown and get it done in 5 minutes.

Vivian Ratcliffe from Colorado had grown up with a father teaching her the ropes in mechanic garages - and it was no wonder she was so used to the cold up in that open-air belly - nights and mornings spent skiing in the Rockies, gaining rough-and-tumble love from nature, from the air to the sea. The best of the group, truly.

Then she went for the ball turret gunner - they had to be pretty small, reliable, quick-witted, and no doubt, Birdie wanted someone with a funny personality - Judy Rybinski was practically over-qualified for the role. Showing up with a grin on her face, offering Birdie a bouquet of wildflowers hand-picked, shaking hands and talking about how quickly she could blow a target from the sky seemed to sell Birdie and the rest of the crew immediately. She was a peach.

Then there was herself; Marianne Salinger.

Tail gunner.

Sort of oddly lanky, but not super tail, slightly scrutinizing of others that weren't her crew, painter and animal lover when the war wasn't on, and a Frank Sinatra fan that even if his mother showed up, Marianne would've professed her love greater onward than that. She even found a stray orange tabby named Frank to join her.

She was a lot of things in ways, but very observant. Incredibly observant. Overly observant. And sometimes - to be like that hurt.

Because right now, Birdie was dead.

And the Silver Bullets crew was pilotless - the vacant spot staring the 90% crew in the face, the empty cot where Birdie's things had been like a sore bruise on the body - aching, but almost gone.

In moments like this, Marianne always admired Lieutenant Montez.

Probably since she was first brought into Silver Bullets and introduced to the Silver Bullets co-pilot; Lieutenant Francis Montez.

The good-hearted Californian.

Called you five different nicknames before sticking with one.

Keeping the brave face on in front of the rest of the Silver Bullets crew after Captain Faulkner's death.

Especially when she'd been right next to her when it happened.

So, in shifting herself to the left side in her cot, yawning widely and letting out an overdramatic 'hmph' as she snuggled into her pillow, hearing a rather distressed and choked cry leave someone's lips sent her sitting straight up in her cot. The quick movement made her heart pound, a pressure building behind her eyes and the sudden realization, from a quick glance at her watch, that it was only 0400 with the moonlight still peaking through.

Marianne swiveled her head around the barracks, squinting in the darkness, attempting to seek out who it was. Truth be told, after losing Birdie, nightmares became a normal thing - and some nights, no one slept. It'd been a tense and uneasy atmosphere for nearly a week and with no new pilot, things were even more worrisome and weary.

The only person holding them together was co-pilot Francis Montez. And currently, she was the one breaking down. Marianne could tell because it came from the far corner of the bunk room, closest to the door. And Francis didn't ever let it on that inside she was hurting. It's probably what hurt Marianne the most to see.

At dinners and lunches and breakfast - Francis would be sat, that blank look in her eyes, that ache buried deep inside, barely eating and trying to laugh it off seconds later.

Slowly standing to her feet, and nearly tripping over Frank's little pillow on the ground that he'd taken to, she picked her way down the rows of the crew towards Francis.

Deep-down, she probably should've stayed in her cot, kept her mouth shut and let Francis deal with her emotions. But a sudden urge to protect her and hold Francis through a moment like this was all she wanted to do.

Marianne approached the outlined form on the cot, bathed in a sprinkle of moonlight and held her breath, debating if she should turn around now.

"Lieutenant Montez?" Marianne whispered, her voice causing Francis' form to freeze-up entirely, turning to look over her shoulder towards Marianne stood there, as if a ghost had appeared - Marianne almost choked out her words, "I just heard something and wanted to make sure you were okay and then I saw you were awake and-"

"Salinger." Francis said, voice slightly hoarse, silencing her rambling, "I'm fine. Just, some fucking nightmare. But, it's fine. I'm going out for a smoke anyway. Take the edge off." Marianne stood, cheeks heated red in the darkness, as Francis stood to her rather tall height and picked up her A2, throwing it on roughly, before grabbing her smokes' box and heading towards the door. Marianne's heart hammered in her chest before she wiped at her nose and cleared her throat.

"Need a buddy?" Oh, God, now how awkward do you sound? Francis turned and looked at Marianne and she balked. "Uh, need a buddy. Ma'am." Francis stared at her in the darkness and Marianne swore that she could've died on the spot if it was possible.

"Sure." Francis said and then turned to the door stepping outside. Marianne skittered to follow her out, slowly shutting the door behind herself and settling down on the stoop in front of the barracks beside Marianne.

Outside, with the moonlight, Marianne could get a better look at Francis' face and saw the dark circles under her eyes, the fading scar from the incident on that fateful day and the blankness of her eyes all at once. Her heart ached.

"Want one, Salinger?" Francis said, placing one on her own lip before offering the box. Marianne - resident and very adamant non-smoker in the group - stared at the box before looking at Francis again. Francis usually never offered because she knew Marianne didn't smoke, but Francis seemed on a whole different planet right now. And something made Marianne want to take one.

"Yes. Yes, ma'am." Marianne said, reaching forward to pluck one out of the box and place it on her own lip - the paper taste wasn't nice. Francis chuckled slightly.

"You don't have to keep calling me ma'am or….or Lieutenant. It's fine, seriously." Francis said, glancing at her, "Here." Francis leaned forward and gently lit the edge of Marianne's cigarette before leaning back to light her own. Marianne's warm cheeks failed to dissipate and she couldn't help but watch as Francis clicked the lighter closed and then popped the cigarette off her lip and blew out a drag of smoke. She didn't realize her staring until Francis looked to her and waved a hand.

"You there, Salinger?" It didn't take long for Marianne to blink herself out of it, before inhaling the cigarette chemicals too fast, breathing it in and hacking up a lung, loud and noisily, before gasping for breath, the cigarette forgotten between her fingers.

"Sorry," Marianne croaked out as Francis gently tapped her back, clearing her airways, "I don't smoke."

"I forgot about that," Francis said, sounding slightly defeated and guilty, "just not with it right now."

Marianne recovered her bearings and slight moment of embarrassment and looked to Francis sat beside her, staring out towards the airfield at night, planes silhouetted in darkness. It was an eerie feeling - knowing she had died on that plane, after getting up into it thinking there'd be many more times after. Knowing that cockpit would remain empty until the replacement showed up.

Knowing that plane was still sitting out there, soaked in that feeling, those memories, that moment.

"Probably because it's 4 am. And you need sleep." Marianne said quietly, looking over at the co-pilot, "Brain won't work and wire itself right without it."

"Can't sleep most nights anyway so," Francis said, popping the cigarette on her lip and clenching her jaw, "if I do, the nightmares come so, prefer not to if I can."

"Of Birdie?" Marianne asked. Francis grew quiet and continued staring out, blank-eyed. It grew quiet and Marianne wasn't going to push her - fresh in the mind, only four days ago - she almost regretted saying Birdie's name, but she knew Francis needed to get it into her mind what was going on. She needed to be able to talk instead of bottling it inside.

"Yeah." Francis said quietly, pulling the cigarette from her lip, "It replays in my mind. Every night since it's happened." Marianne watched as Francis looked towards her, tears in her eyes. She watched as Francis shook her head, biting back her lip and looking towards her again.

"It was our second mission. We just got out here. And….and she's already gone." Francis whispered quietly before looking out at the darkness again, "They won't allow us to fly until they've got someone new in here, and…I don't know, going up there again and she's not next to me. I….I don't know." Marianne glanced sidelong at Francis again and watched as the co-pilot reached up to angrily wipe at some tears in her eyes and sigh.

"I gotta get myself together - there's some pilot from San Diego coming in tomorrow anyway - Atchinson….something or other. I gotta…." Francis let a hand linger lightly over her body, a display of dissatisfaction on her force, "I know I won't go back to sleep so. Don't want to keep you awake. I'll be fine." Marianne watched Francis - did she actually think Marianne would leave her sit out here alone and suffer in silence? In the darkness?

"I can stay." Marianne said, her cheeks growing warm uncontrollably. Francis looked over at her, slightly surprised. Marianne stuttered. "I mean, I can stay and we can talk. So you're not alone. I don't mind. Mind being here with you. With…" Marianne watched as Francis looked towards her a small smile on her face, dark eyes watching Marianne with mirth.

"When in doubt, Mari Salinger's gonna make sure you're not alone," Francis said, her eyes never leaving Francis' as she reached out and gave her shoulder a squeeze, "thanks, Mari."

Marianne sat there, incredibly aware of the feel of Francis' hand on her shoulder, the warmth from the co-pilot's hand now infiltrating her body, along with the look in Francis' eyes that simply only watched Marianne in this endless darkness. It took a matter of seconds, but then Francis was pulling her hand back, unflinching, and removing her cigarette from her lips again and nodding to her.

Clearly, she wasn't unchanged, but Marianne felt like her entire world had shifted on its axis and suddenly, she wasn't sure if she knew how to breathe right or if her lungs were working.

"So, you hear anything about this Atchinson?" Francis asked her cooly, waving around her cigarette between her fingers and rubbing her temple, "You always got the scoop on this sorta stuff, so." Marianne cleared her throat and looked at Francis.

"I…I must say it's the first time that I really don't know much to anything about her. Just that's she's a pilot. From San Diego. Captain ranking I believe. Nothing more." Marianne said quietly with a shrug, focusing on a spot of dirt on the ground and attempting to pull herself together, "Say, Francis…what happens if this doesn't work out?" Francis glanced at her and raised a brow.

"Come again?" Marianne balked and cleared her throat.

"Atchinson. Uh, Captain Atchinson. What happens if the fit isn't….the right one?" Marianne asked her, "You heard Harding. He said 'We gotta make it the right fit.', the hell is that supposed to mean?" Francis watched her and offered her an upturn of a smile.

"They don't just want anyone up there, Salinger." Francis said to her with a nod, "Birdie was more qualified than any of us. Best of the best. And she hand-picked the group of us. Now. We're down our command pilot and the spot's vacant. They're not just throwing names in a hat and picking out the first piece of paper they touch." Francis smirked.

"Which, I'll give 'em credit, they're looking out for us," Francis said and Marianne's cheeks warmed as Francis smirked at her wider this time, "but that don't mean much, I gotta say. Until that replacement's in the sky with us, until you really know what they're like….I don't know. May not know the right fit until they come back after a mission and know what it's really like." Marianne slowly nodded and glanced back at Francis.

"You think Atchinson's gonna work out?" Marianne asked her, her mind thinking, if Birdie were here tomorrow, to meet her, would she like her? Francis shrugged.

"You can only hope," Francis said quietly, "I don't know though." Francis sighed and scratched at the back of her head for a moment, her dark hair tied into a bun that rested gently on her neck, where the scars of that final flight for Birdie had occurred. They both fell quiet, Francis smoking her cigarette, Marianne trying to get a wrangle on her head and her heart.

"Hey, Francis?" Marianne asked quietly, watching as the co-pilot turned to look towards her. Francis' eyes were always dark and consumed with something no one could ever quite distinguish, but for the first time in what seemed like a while, they were clear and quiet. That chaos, that storm inside was calmed for once.

"What's up?" Francis asked her, as Marianne watched her.

"If you ever need to talk to someone in the future, whatever it is, I'm here. We all here." Marianne said quietly, tapping her fingers against her up-bent knees against her chest on the stoop, the warm night breeze running over her bare legs, "We all lost Birdie." Francis watched Marianne and slowly nodded, tears forming in her gaze. It was those few seconds in between recognition and having a breakdown that Marianne caught as Francis squeezed her eyes shut and bit back her quivering lip.

"I just don't want you all to think this is it for Silver Bullets, for all of us," Francis whispered quietly, her voice breaking, "that without Birdie, we're done for. We all worked to get here, you know. We all deserve to be here, sticking out necks out, dealing with all the shit from everyone else. We're all here because we earned it. And I just….I don't want to show that in front of everyone. That it fucking sucks trying to keep it together, trying to cooperate with a replacement that won't ever be like Birdie. Knowing Birdie won't be coming back." Marianne watched her, tears welling in her own eyes. Her throat tightened as she tried to speak.

"You're not alone, Francis," Marianne said quietly, "Birdie's always gonna be up there, alright? Watching over us." Marianne pointed to the sky. Francis managed a stifled cry and wiped at her tears and sighed.

"I know." Francis whispered.

"Birdie would want us to keep going, too," Marianne said quietly, "remember when Birdie told Judy that one time about how years from now, when people think about this war, our names are gonna be apart of that. Silver Bullets is, too. Even if there's a replacement. Birdie's name is gonna be sticking in that, too. She'll always be here."

Marianne wasn't sure what happened, but in a span of a few seconds, Francis had scooted over and wrapped Marianne in a hug, holding her close, a few silent trembling cries somewhere near her right ear.

Slowly, Marianne wrapped her arms around Francis, holding her there, and letting her feel those emotions for a moment where the only thing watching was the cloudy moon. Francis wasn't a heavily emotional person, so when she pulled back after 30 seconds, Marianne wasn't surprised that she was clearing up and nodding herself back to life.

"Sorry, Mari," Francis said, patting her arm and sighing, "just, thanks for that. Just needed to hear it from someone else, ya know?" Marianne nodded with a small smile, for the first time seeing their co-pilot come a bit more to life, especially in the past week more than anything.

"We're always here." Marianne said, with a small smile, "We are a 10-woman crew. Not a 1-man." Francis chuckled wetly, wiping a few more tears from her eyes as she smiled again.

"I know it's barely 5 am, but they might have coffee out. Wanna join me?" Marianne watched Francis and it only took about a millisecond for her brain to respond.

"Of course." Marianne said with a smile, following Francis to the mess hall for a cup of coffee. A cup of coffee at 5 am to ponder the horrors of the week was all one needed to ready themselves for another day, another mission, another breath of air. It's all Francis needed and something Marianne needed to. It's what they all needed.

#BRB CRYING!!!!!!!!#listen despite the topic discussed this was SUPER FUN!!!!#i loved digging into the emotions and feelings here #showcasing the limbo of it all with no birdie and no annie #francis trying to pull the crew together #like FRANCIS #YOU ARE SO STRONG!!! NEVER CHANGE!!!! YOU ARE SO LOVED!!!!#yeah i was eating this up as i was writing like PLZ!!! FRANCIS!!!!#also through mari's perpspective was hella fun #a fresh POV i haven't done yet and i really liked the angle #the way mari looks at things #definitely have to do more with her! and with francis!#THANK YOU BLU!!!!! I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!!#i have a francis montez solo piece in the works as well so....no doubt that will dig more into francis in this time period as well #the pre-annie and post-birdie era was depressing to say the least #ANYWAY #marianne salinger #francis montez #silver bullets #mota writings #mota #masters of the air #masters of the air fic

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abbatoirablaze · 9 months ago

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Shameless, Chapter 2, Frank The Plank

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: mentions of violence, mentions of smut/sex/cheating, slight angst.

“Thanks for the ride Tone…”

“You got it, Sof…” he smiled, “thanks for helping out at the station. The chief loves having you there. And so does everyone else…you’re really making this easy on administration while Janet’s out.”

“I’m sure that’s only because I buttered him and you guys all up with baked goods!”

“You are a hell of a baker,” he chuckled, shaking his head, “but that’s not it. Everyone loves you there!’

“You’re too sweet to me, Tony!”

“You’re my best friend, Sofia.”

You pressed a sweet, but lingering kiss to his cheek, and then unbuckled your seatbelt, “your mom still wants to do Sunday dinner again tomorrow?”

“Wants to?” he chuckled, “I’m sure she’s living for it now. You’ve been over for two Sunday dinners already. I’m expecting her to ask me when we started dating at tomorrow night’s dinner.”

“She wouldn’t!”

“She hinted about how nice it would be to have some grandkids soon, just last week.” He laughed, “there’s no doubt in my mind that mom likes it when you’re around, Sof.”

A blush rose to your cheeks once more and you couldn’t help but look away, “That’s not funny, Tony.”

“I wasn’t laughing either, Sofia…”

Your eyes met his once more, “w-maybe I shouldn’t go Sunday. I love being around you too, but I don’t want your mom getting the wrong idea!”

He frowned, and you felt like your heart went into the pit of your stomach, “did I say something wrong?”

You bit your lip and shook your head, but he was quick to grab your face in his hands, “Sof…if I did something wrong, tell me. We’ve been best friends since we were practically in diapers.”

“Tony…” you whimpered, leaning in.

Just as your lips were about to touch, the front door slammed. You jumped, your eyes going wide as you saw an angry and confused looking Steve coming out of the house and roaming down the sidewalk towards his car.

“Shit…”

“Is everything okay?” he asked quickly, already unbuckling his own seatbelt as he sat forward, “do you-do you need me to come in with you?”

“No…no…I-I should take care of whatever this is myself…you know how Fi is…she probably went Fiona on him! It’s probably just a silly fight between the two of them that will blow over before they go to bed.”

“Alright. If you’re sure…so, Sunday?” he asked hopefully.

You felt your throat drying up as you nodded, “y-yeah…Sunday…”

He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, catching you off guard. For a second, you didn’t react, but it all felt too right, too natural. You forgot about what was going on outside of his car as you melted against him, your lips beginning to work in tandem with his.

But just as quickly as it happened, it stopped, and you were left breathless by your best friend. Your eyes fluttered open, and you couldn’t stop the smile from coming up onto your lips as you noticed the same goofy smile on his face.

“For the record…I’ve liked you since head start, Sof…”

“Me too!” you admitted softly. He bit his bottom lip, and you grabbed your bag, “Sunday? We-we can talk about this. Us? Whatever this-“

“You’re freaking out…” he chuckled softly.

“What? No, I’m not. I jus-“

“You ramble when you think too much!” he pointed out. He reached up and stroked your cheek, his thumb grazing over your lips, “I like you…you like me…we have time to figure it out…you know, until my mom starts bugging you about when you’ll give her grandkids and when am I going to put a ring on your finger.”

“I think both of those things would only happen after you moved out of your mom’s place, Tony…”

“So, you’re saying there’s a chance.” He asked, “you know…that it could happen?”

“Oh, most definitely.”

“Go on…get inside…I’m sure whatever’s going on, Fiona needs your help!”

“Okay,” you agreed. I’ll see you then!”

“Yeah!”

You got out of the car after lightly kissing him once more. And while you had originally thought about talking to Steve, he’d already pulled off, leaving you confused about what had been happening.

When you made your way into the house, everyone was relatively quiet, and there was a somber air in the house.

“Everyone okay?”

“Upstairs!” V nodded, “Frank headbutted Ian…”

“What?”

Instantly, the first thing that came to your mind was that your younger brother came out and that was your father’s response to it. Your heart fell into your stomach, and you began to feel the worry and anxiety coursing through your nerves, setting them on fire.

You ran upstairs and saw Ian holding ice to his face when you burst through their door. “Ia-“

“Eddie Jackson!” Lip said quickly, cutting you off. You frowned, knowing about the situation from the first day it had happened. And while you were sad that Ian was injured, you were happy to know that his secret was still safe.

Lip had wanted to see if Ian was really gay, or just unsure, so he’d brought him over to the girl’s house that he was tutoring so that she could give him a blowjob. And so for the course of the week, while Lip’s foot healed, everything seemed to be okay. But this seemed to be the reignition to the fire you thought was nothing more than a pile of ashes.

Frank hurting Ian.

“Shit…I…”

“I’m okay!” he said quickly, trying to put on his tough guy act, “Frank was drunk. He-“

“That’s no excuse, Ian. You’re a kid!” you said defensively as you rushed up to him and stroked his cheek, “let me see…did V already check you out? It’s not broken, is it?”

“At least it wasn’t because of something else!” Lip hinted, trying to calm you down while changing the subject. He knew how much of a worrier you were, and he saw you spiraling as you rushed Ian with questions.

“Phillip Ronan Gallagher!”

He smiled, chuckling to himself, “just saying…that kind of news pops off around here, and that’s how a guy gets shived!”

“Alright, enough about murder!”

“Murder and disappearing!” Lip chuckled, agreeing to your statement, “they wouldn’t’ just stab him Fi Fi. He’d disappear.”

“Only one that deserves to disappear around here is Frank,” you grumbled. Ian frowned and you stroked his hair, “you sure you’re okay, kid? Anything I can do?”

“I’m good, Fi Fi…”

“Alright,” you sighed, “you two get in bed…I work the Alibi Room tomorrow night, because I’m picking up for Kate, but I’ll be here in the afternoon. Lip, more SAT prep?”

“Yeah…”

“Good night boys…”

“Night Fif…”

“Night Fi Fi.”

“What day is it?”

“Friday! Why?”

Your sister held up the orange envelope and your brow furrowed before your throat went dry. Frank nearly tackled the mailman for it every month, “Frank never misses a check!”

“Just what I was thinking.”

She started up the stairs and you knew she was gonna go drop off the check to the man who was probably passed out in his bed if he hadn’t been waiting for the mailman. You shook your head. It was rare for him to go on a bender the night before the check came. Usually, he waited until it was in.

“Ian…give Carl his plate?” you asked softly, handing the sunny side eggs up to your brother.

Carl smiled as Ian took the plate and passed it off.

“Who’s next?” you asked, pointing the spatula at your siblings, “Fi said you all gotta eat breakfast today because you skipped yesterday when I was at the station!”

There was a knock at the door and Ian looked at you, “expecting someone?”

“No?” you questioned, “grab it?”

“Yeah!” he agreed, opening the door to Steve with a box of donuts and a carrier of coffees, “hey!”

“Morning campers!” he grinned.

“What you got?” Lip asked curiously.

“Jelly, plain, glazed,” he shrugged, “didn’t know what everyone likes!”

“Thank god…we’re out of eggs after Carl!” you smiled, “one of the coffees on that tray there for me?”

“Yeah!” He agreed, setting the carrier down while Deb dug into the box. Steve dipped some of the toast into the eggs and went to town while you jogged around the island and took a coffee, giving Steve a kiss on the cheek.

“Thanks Steve!” you smiled. You patted Lip on the shoulder, “don’t forget. It’s your turn to walk Debs and Carl home from school today! I gotta work the bar tonight with Kev, but I open, so I won’t be in. But you can drop em off there, and I can make sure they get dinner. Liam too.”

“Oh, great!” your sister frowned as she noticed the coffee and donuts, “I’m trying to get them to eat a healthy breakfast. Fi Fi. Why didn’t you tell him no?”

“Carl got the last two eggs, and I didn’t get to cook anything else,” you shrugged, sipping on your latte, “it’s better than them not eating breakfast again.”

“Lip just had those teeth pulled from sugar rot!”

“Alright, fine,” you shrugged, pulling the glazed donut from Lip’s hand and taking a bite, while replacing it with a plain one, “Fi’s rules. No sugar. That latte got any in it?”

“Fuck off!” he chuckled, drinking his own coffee.

“Hey, Fi. I got a date Sunday night at-“

“Officer Tony!” Debs giggled, cooing at you, “again?”

“Bring home some more of those leftovers. Ms. Markovich is a great cook!”

“On it!’ you nodded, before realizing your sister still had the envelope, “Fi…where’s Frank? You still got the check!”

“Anyone seen dad?”

“Behind the arm chair!” Debs shrugged, “I left him a cup of coffee this morning.”

“Why is there a tent in the living room?” Fiona asked a second later. You followed after everyone else and stopped beside Steve to see your sister stalking towards the entrance, “Fi?”

“I’m gonna check V and Kevs and see if they saw dad!”

“Alright…I’ll get the kids off to school.”

She nodded and you got the kids coats on, their lunches, and went out the back to start them on their way. You were stopped a second later when you reached the corner. Your sister had a look of panic on her face, “Fi Fi…I think Frank’s missing!”

“Fucking Canada?”

“Yeah…I thought it was wild too…”

He chuckled and shook his head, wrapping his arms around your middle, “that’s crazy though.”

“You’re telling me,” You laughed, “Frank fucking hates Canada…”

“Frank hates everything.”

“Not drugs…or booze…or my mom!”

He smiled and took a long sip from his beer, “Technicalities…so, have you given any thought to coming to the awards with me on Thursday?”

“I’ll be at the Alibi Room,” you frowned, “I’m working the night shift there!”

“Call off,” he shrugged, “come out with me and enjoy the night. You can meet the kids I coach and there will be plenty of leftov-“

“I can’t just call off, Tony…”

“Just one night!”

“I know those kids mean a lot to you, and I think it’s amazing that you’re a coach and getting an award, but I can’t call off,” you frowned, “Fi hasn’t been able to get a job this week so I’m the one paying the bills right now.”

“Fi’s off?” he asked, “do-would you be mad if I asked her to come with me?”

You felt your stomach turn, “y-you wanna take Fiona?”

“She is my other best friend,” he shrugged, “I mean those Catholic ladies hate her, but-“

“Sure…” you said quickly cutting him off as you tried not to think too much about the situation. “sure…ask Fi.”

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?”

“YOU FUCKED TONY!” you screamed at your sister as she was left hunched over from your physical confrontation with her, “YOU FUCKED-“

“So, what,” she shrugged, “he’s single. I’m single. We fucked in his cruiser!”

“You’re unbelievable,” you scoffed, shaking your head at your twin sister, “you’re un-fucking-believable, Fi! Tony was a virgin.”

“Fi Fi, wait!” she begged as you walked away. Fiona looked at Debbie who was shaking her head at her elder sister. Ian glared at her, “What?”

“She’s had a crush on him for forever!” Debs said as though it was the most obvious thing ever.

“So?” Fiona laughed, “we’ve all known each other since head start. They’ve never made a move on each other.”

“She’s been going to his mom’s place every weekend and bringing back leftovers,” Ian reminded his sister, “obviously they weren’t just hanging out.”

“She hangs out with Tony all the time!” Fiona shrugged, “There’s nothing there!”

“He kissed her last week!” Ian frowned, “did you really have to go and have sex with the one guy that Fi Fi’s been in love with for as long as you guys have known him? Was it really that hard to not ride his dick?”

“Ian!”

“Just asking, Fi?” Ian grumbled, “Fi Fi’s never done tha-“

“Craig Heisner!” Fiona said quickly, shaking her head, “she fucked Craig Heisner and I had a crush on him in high school.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it.” Ian frowned as he lit up a cigarette, “Tony asked you because Fi Fi was off making money at the Alibi Room, and she didn’t want to fuck us over by calling off…and you fucked the guy of her dreams in return.”

“Oh don’t lay it on so thick,” Fiona scoffed, “Tony isn’t the man of anyone’s dreams…”

“Yeah, well Fi Fi is the one keeping us afloat and you shouldn’t have done that!” Ian grumbled.

“That sounds like a pretty shit thing to do!” Lip added in, taking the smoke off his brother.

“Fuck off, Lip!”

Chapter 3

#shameless #season 1 #fiona gallagher #frank gallagher #lip gallagher #ian gallagher #carl gallagher #debbie gallagher #liam gallagher #kevin ball #veronica fisher #mickey milkovich #tony markovich

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ulabewriting · 6 months ago

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Oliver Foreman-McGuire.

he/him.

– Adopted in California.

– Sagittarius.

– ADHD. (diagnosed at 12.)

– Photographer, specialized in nature.

• some people just know how to befriend the whole world…. he’s one of them. he could befriend a shoe.

• naturally lights up the room. he enters the space with his blond curls, his bright smile and his animated voice and everyone falls under his spell…. you included.

• goofy and athletic are his two main traits. sometimes you see him randomly walking upside down on his hands around the house for absolutely no reason??

• cooks breakfast for you when you’re staying with him. It’s funny how quick he jumps out of bed to run to the kitchen. He prepares food with a big smile on his face, humming happily, giving little pieces of whatever he’s cooking to Hanslo.

• a lot of people think he seems fake. There’s no way anybody’s genuinely so giggly and happy and kind all the time, right ? sigh, if they only knew.

• can’t live without his army of stuffed animals. Bears, unicors, cows, sharks and octopuses – he’s got them all and needs them all to sleep.

• started surfing when he was 12, became obsessed with it and basically started living on the beach ever since lmao.

• travels a lot for his job. To photograph the whole wide world and its little gems, he must go over the entire globe and, if you’re down for it, he’d love for you to come along. :)

• can’t stay still for the life of him. he needs to move around, to stay occupied, to entertain himself at all times.

• sings in the shower.

• 6’1 with big dreams 💪

• his best friend is his dog, Hanslo, a golden retriever. They always stick together; it’s impossible to find one without the other.

• eaaaasily could’ve been a chef – this guy cooks meals straight from heaven.

• loudest laugh ever; but not in an unpleasant way. it’s infectious and frank; you can tell by the dimples that appear on his cheeks.

• obsessed with the ocean and its animals. he could talk about them for houuuurs (and he will fall in love with you if you listen to him infodump.)

• toxic masculinity ? i don’t know that hoe.

• likes to act silly and optimistic; he’s the type of person you need around you. Having a bad day ? Anxious about something ? Call him. He’ll make you smile and breathe better in a minute.

• jacked mf. has the dimensions of a fridge lol

• dominic and him like to wrestle and get into friendly strength-based little competitions.

• nurturing and caring guy. like very caring, even with strangers. It just doesn’t make sense to him to… be bad and not care ? like how ? how could you ? how–

• « Sometimes, I really, really miss my siblings… then I think about how they’re all trying to change the world in their own way and be true to themselves, doing good things wherever they are… and also that one time Skyh almost burned our house down and then I feel better–»

• very protective of his siblings, he loves them deeply and gets along with all of them.

• wholesome ass reaction when karter came out.

• « WAIT. I had a brother the whole time and I didn’t even know ? damn, I was robbed. In my arms, dude ! »

• gets attached to people pretty fast and is terrified of abandonment.

• loves to paint his nails but sucks at it – he always asks for mickayla’s help to draw tiny little fishes on each finger.

• loves wearing pearls. necklaces, bracelets; anything with pearls. If you ask about it he’ll just say : « Precious pearls for a precious boy. :)»

• so, so affectionate. He couldn’t hide when he loves someone even if he wanted to; you can just see it on his face : the way he lights up when they’re around, the way he looks at them with fucking sunlight in his eyes – it’s obvious.

• goes to his big sisters when he needs advice on anything. He calls them the wise oldies. (picture celestia's disgusted face.)

• super talkative. could chat your ears off for a whole week and still have a million more stories to tell.

• not really the type to love parties but whenever he goes, he becomes the human disco ball of it. he’s just powerful like that.

• adventurous. he lives off the thrill of discovery. Whenever you want to try something new, go to a new place, dive into the unknown without a plan; he’s your guy.

• very vocal about his feelings. He isn’t scared about being vulnerable, crying, saying what he likes, loves and dislikes. He’s so blunt about his heart’s tantrums that it’s disarming, sometimes.

• BIGGEST SIMP EVER. you do anything, he likes it. You smirk, laugh, BREATHE, he loves it. do it again. please do it again. oh my god just do it ag–

• very polite. He’s the kind of friend your family/parents reaaaally appreciate. Like if you want to go somewhere they’d ask you « Is Oliver going to be there ? »

• you don’t think there’s anything or anybody he hates? either that, or he just hides it very well.

• clingy ass. c’me here, let him give you a koala hug. ;)

• love languages : physical touch and acts of service.

• don’t even think about lifting a finger in this man’s presence. he’ll get offended.

• likes to hang around half-naked lmao. the man is SHAMELESS.

• can’t be called the « jealous type » per se, but does get jealous and will tell you about it without making a big deal out of it.

• loves stargazing. he likes the sky almost as much as he loves the sea.

• insanely loyal. i’m talking dog-like type of loyalty.

• always been hardworking. even back in school, he’d make sure to find tons of different ways to cope with his short attention span to study.

• fantastic billiards skills.

• a bit naive sometimes. you have to remind him from time to time that life isn’t all made of butterflies and rainbows.

• in love with hip hop culture.

• showers you in compliments but gets bashful when you give them back.

• « I just love experimenting, you know ? I like throwing myself into the world’s hands and engage in all the fun it’s offering me. But loving you ? That’s, like… the wildest experience yet. My favorite, by far.»

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nostalgebraist-autoresponder · 2 years ago

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frank do you think final fantasy 13 is the worst game in the final fantasy series

Man, that's a divisive topic in the fan community. I'm not even sure how to answer this question, because for some people it would be one of the best in the series.

I can say that I'm not a fan of the shift in aesthetic from traditional JRPGs to Western-style gameplay and storytelling (and "high-budget" modern visuals). That's one thing FFXIII gets a lot of flak for from hardcore fans.

For example,

this video comparing FFXIII to Mega Man 2, the closest I've seen someone get to saying that the former is "obsolete":

I tend to prefer the old-style JRPGs with grid-based combat systems, silly level designs, and funny looking characters like this:

For me it's like: yeah, "supergraphics" and cool CG cutscenes are cool, but if you actually care about the meat of the gameplay, what do you end up with?

In FFXIII's case, we got a lot of strong ideas mixed with a lot of rote mechanics (such as the fact that the combat system is basically just slower-paced FFXII, but with "quick-time" actions) and a bunch of extraneous baggage like gun-based "parasurvival" combat and the fact that the protagonists are all known for their ability to fight on the run or use guns.

The former are unnecessary because they don't add anything to the plot or storytelling -- they're just devices to make combat more exciting. The latter make the story feel less real, less connected to the characters, which is ironic because FFXIII's story is trying to be about realistic people and the realistic problems they face. If, say, Edward Elric were a playable character in FFXIII, surely there would be a million ways for him to use his abilities to evade gunfire. But since FFXIII is just a standard JRPG without any of that kind of thinking, this feels tacked-on, like one of the characters is straining for an excuse to engage in their special power.

Really, FFXIII has the same fundamental problem as all other FFs: it's a hybrid between a game (with cool graphics and cinematic cutscenes) and a tabletop RPG (with exhaustively detailed world-building). But unlike previous FFs, it is very explicit about trying to pull both of these things together. So you get the characters' health bars set in stone with "strategic parasurvival" functions that don't really add anything to the moment-to-moment gameplay. You get battle cinematics and cutscenes that elaborate on the "strategic" nature of certain moves. You get long cutscenes about characters' trauma that just feel like too much background for a JRPG that, at the end of the day, is still about fighting.

The thing about FFXIII is: the "gameplay" part feels like the end result of some compromise, while the "story and lore" part is like the end result of someone who really cared about it. I've talked in the past about how the latter is often the worst part of the game, because a lot of games have horribly unimaginative stories, but FFXIII is the rare game that is so unimaginative that it's awful but also feels like the product of people who really care about their work. This just makes it all seem so weird.

FFXIII isn't bad, though. I'm not even sure it's mediocre. At the very least it's good enough to be interesting as a failed experiment. Many people love it (though not quite as many as you'd think from its sales), and I'm sure if you like FFXIII you love the story and everything. It's just a shame that the gameplay is so boring and generic, since "boring and generic" are the exact things the game is trying not to be.

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mermaidsirennikita · 2 years ago

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ARC Review: A Long Time Dead by Samara Breger

4.5/5. 5/16/2023.

For when you're vibing with... Victorian vampires, good ol' sapphic love triangle drama, romance over decades, and a shock of humor that's practically whimsical.

Twenty-year-old Poppy is a sex worker in Victorian England when she wakes up to the discovery that she's been transformed into a vampire. Shepherding through her new existence is Roisin, an older, cooler vampire--whose complex relationship with her predatory sire is the reason why Poppy was turned in the first place. Despite her attempts to remain remote, Roisin is drawn to headstrong, wild Poppy--but their simmering attraction to each other could spell their doom.

I just loved this book. It's not a take on Carmilla--it's its own thing, equal parts romantic and tragic and funny.

Quick Takes:

--I am very much a sucker for "uptight meets wild" romances. The person with the biggest stick up their ass gets bowled over by a whirlwind of an individual? You can't go wrong with it. Poppy is a true whirling dervish of a heroine, funny and irreverent and seductive and both a bit childish and quite emotionally wise. Roisin has--by nature and through awful experience--become this removed, distant creature who's lost touch with her humanity in an effort to keep from robbing others of their own. I wouldn't say Poppy saves her, because their relationship is quite layered and the book makes a point of both of them having to do personal work... But Poppy does make her want to live again, and their interplay is hilarious and sexy and extremely touching.

--This book... is quite angsty. These are vampires, after all. Roisin in particular is defined by guilt and shame and a desperate wish to go back in time and right her (perceived) wrongs. But there's a lady of the Gothic and shadows across the entire story. What keeps it from being maudlin and depressing, aside from the passion between Poppy and Roisin (make no mistake, this is a true romance) is the humor. The voice of the novel is comedic, Poppy is a riot, you get a lot of "but why" over the various quirks and oddities of vampirism. One particularly pointed question had me laughing within the first chapter or two, and that doesn't happen to me easily.

--I was kind of skeptical as to how potent the romance would be compared to the vampire's story. I saw this compared to Interview with the Vampire a lot, and while that's an interesting vampire story with a romantic throughline (more so... later) it's not a romance by any means. Here, the vampirism isn't skipped over or downplayed, but nor is the love story. Roisin wants Poppy, Poppy wants Roisin, but there are very serious issues that keep them apart... to a point. Don't worry, not for too long; there's a bit of a slow burn, but it's not sloooow, it's compelling, and the payoff isn't too late in the story at all. Plus, the issues between them? Are serious ones, and there isn't a single character in this book that makes the right call every single time. They're vampires! They're messy!

--The queer found family among these vampires... Obviously, queerness is an inherent part of the vampire mythos, but often we see it danced around, not referred to explicitly. It is explicit in this novel, in terms of actions and words. Poppy is also a sex worker when she becomes a vampire, and she actually like.... enjoys sex, and doesn't hate her work. There is trans rep in a strong supporting character (and a refreshingly frank scene in which that character's sexuality is discussed). Poppy is not expected to sit there and wait for Roisin to make it happen; she has sex with someone who isn't her one true love before they get together. I really liked that. I'm so tired of characters--heroines especially--just sitting there and letting cobwebs collect while they wait for their one true love to get their shit together and make it happen. Plus, the sex scene is used to illustrate Poppy's love for and obsession with Roisin in a really interesting (hot) way.

The Sex Stuff:

Segueing from that... the sex is really good in this one. Here's the thing--the sex scenes are poetic, and they could've been more explicit, but they really didn't need to be. And you get everything. There's some praise kink stuff, there's some domming, there's a very very good strap-on scene. And what I liked most was the way these characters acted during sex. You may have an idea of roles and what they like... but the way a person lives their everyday life doesn't necessarily reflect their preferences in the bedrooms and that's illustrated so well here.

I enjoyed this vampire romance so much. You really get this sense of the Victorian era, while at the same time time luxuriating in a very classical sort of vampirism--and all through it, you're rooting for Poppy and Roisin to just get their shit together and work it out. So glad I read it.

Thanks to Netgalley and Samara Breger for providing me with a free copy of this book in exchange for an honest review. All thoughts and opinions are my own.

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