#anyways paul is prep

[icriedforthemoon]

*wakes up in a cold sweat, panting and shivering* The Beatles cartoon... As the Boyfriends Webtoon.

[emsprovisions]

❄️ Day 9 - Catan and Christmas ❄️

🎁 Today's fic is dedicated to @guardian-angle22

Summary: Carlos saves Christmas at the firehouse.

Word count: 722

Prompt inspired by "20. playing board games" found here

24 Days of Tarlos Masterpost

TK couldn’t get out of working Christmas Day this year. It used to not matter to him. He used to accept every Christmas Day shift if he wasn’t already working because it never really mattered to him if he missed. It’s not like his father did much to make the day special, having always picked up Christmas shifts himself once he had divorced TK’s mom.

But now, TK has Carlos. He loves Christmasses with his husband. The big Reyes family celebration is always on Christmas Eve–Nochebuena–at the Reyes Ranch, and they’d gotten home late last night as it was, only for TK to turn around and come into work a few short hours later. Christmas Day is always a lazy affair with Carlos. When neither of them has to work, they sleep in, then stay in bed even longer. When they finally get up, they make breakfast together and exchange presents and enjoy the early part of their day with coffee they make last before showering and preparing dinner for their parents, or otherwise getting ready to go to one of their parents’ houses for dinner. 

However, since TK has to work this Christmas, Carlos has taken it upon himself to show up at the firehouse with beef tenderloin and board games. 

“Babe!” TK’s entire face lights up when Carlos walks through the bay doors, his arms laden with grocery bags of stuff. “I thought you were going to go to your mom’s since Ana’s still in town?”

Carlos just quirks a brow. “And spend Christmas without my husband? Are you joking?”

TK just shakes his head, starry eyed as he helps lighten Carlos’s load, helping him carry it all into the kitchen. 

Most of the crew is already in there, prepping sides in-between calls for their own feast. There’s a bag of chicken breasts marinating in the fridge in garlic, lemon, and thyme, and Mateo is making mashed potatoes while Nancy is leaning against the counter at his side. Marjan is working on a shaved brussel sprout salad, Paul is on roasted veggies, and Judd is warming bread rolls. 

“Hey, Carlos!” Nancy calls out as she glances up from her phone, being the first to notice him. “Did you bring presents?”

“I brought beef tenderloin and Catan,” Carlos grins. 

The members of the 126 cheer anyways, except for Judd, who just shakes his head. “Y’all and your Catan, you can count me outta that game.”

“You know, probie,” Marjan grins mischievously as she turns her eyes on Judd, “I think it’d be a Christmas wish come true if you played Catan with us just once.”

Judd just heavily sighs. “And you’re gonna get the captains in on this too, I s’pose?”

“Oh, absolutely,” TK grins. “It’ll finally be a true 126 hang!”

“Plus me,” Carlos adds.

“You’re an honorary member, babe,” TK winks. “You married into the firehouse fam.”

A couple of hours and a few short calls later, as much of the 126 as possible is seated around the long dining table while TK is setting up Catan plus a few expansion packs. The usual crew is attempting to explain the game to Judd and Tommy–Owen declined on account of paperwork. 

They end up with a Frankenstein game of Catan with all the extra pieces from multiple expansion packs. Paul isn’t even sure the game is playable like this, but Marjan and Mateo wave his concerns off. 

“This’ll be fine,” Marjan says, waving her hands in the air. 

It’s a really fucked up game of Catan, but everyone’s laughing and having fun, and it feels a lot better than any Christmas TK’s ever been stuck at the firehouse for, even his previous ones in Austin have never felt quite this joyous. TK’s pretty sure it has something to do with the man biting his lip and grinning beside him, a gold wedding ring on his hand signifying he belongs to someone—TK, specifically—as he attempts to get wool from Nancy for their settlement. 

Between rounds, when Carlos gets up for a drink refill, TK follows him to the fridge and hugs his husband tightly. 

“Thank you for doing this, baby,” TK murmurs into Carlos’s ear.

“I wouldn’t dream of missing spending Christmas with you, TK,” Carlos kisses TK’s cheek. “Let’s get back over there?”

TK nods. “Merry Christmas, baby.”

“Merry Christmas.”

[iveleftitwithyou]

ruderal pt. 3 | paul lahote x reader

hey all! sorry for the delay on this, i've honestly just been so busy reading other people's fanfictions that i haven't found time to write! but i know work will be busy this week so wanted to get this out, even if it's shorter than intended. love u guys!

word count: 1.1k

warnings: slight angst, swearing

you hated that you spent all night wrapped up in Paul’s shirt again. you hated that you couldn’t stop staring at your phone, silently begging it to light up with his old contact photo. 

of course, it never did.

after a restless night of drifting in and out of consciousness, your phone buzzed on your nightstand, ringing loudly. your heart jumped before you realized it was just your alarm signaling it was time to get up for work, entirely too early, in your opinion. you’d taken a gap year between high school and college, working as a barista at the local coffee shop, lucky that your father was fine with you continuing to live under his roof while you figured out what you wanted to do with your life.

you groaned as you let your feet hit the carpet, stretching as you begrudgingly began your day. the floorboards creaked underneath your steps as you made your way to your dresser and pulled out the same uniform you wore five days a week. 

the hot water of the shower. the soft towel on your skin. the cold water on your toothbrush. the hairbrush running through your hair. the mascara brush on your eyelashes. all of these familiar sensations did nothing to slow your racing mind. 

why couldn’t you get him out of your head? why did he have to insert himself back into your life?

the engine of your old Honda sputtered to life. the familiar whines and vibrations of the vehicle were comforting. you turned up the radio to drown them out anyway.

after a few minutes of driving on autopilot, the coffee shop was in front of you. you made eye contact with yourself in the rearview mirror, took a deep breath, and flung open the car door to start your shift.

it was a normal Thursday shift. you opened the store as you always did, prepping the different areas for the day. generally, Thursdays were very slow in the morning, so it was no big deal you’d be here by yourself. your copy of The Great Gatsby was on the counter by the register, waiting to keep you company in the dull moments. 

of course, you took the few minutes you had left after getting everything prepped to make yourself your first drink of the day. working in a coffee shop had its perks, like free coffee, but the caffeine addiction you’d developed wasn’t one of them.

the first customer of the day came in shortly after you unlocked the door. it was Chief Swan, on his way to his shift at the station. he was a regular, and you appreciated the simplicity of his order.

“good morning, Chief, your usual?” you sing-songed, putting on the customer-service voice that was second nature to you at this point. 

“you know it, kid.” he’d grown pretty fond of you since you started, appreciating the lack of small talk.

there was a comfortable silence as you prepped the Chief’s order - a large black coffee. the pour-over process was tedious to some, but you found it therapeutic. the grinder whirred as it pulverized a small scoop of coffee beans. you placed the plastic funnel on top of the large to-go cup, lining it with a coffee filter and wetting it with hot water. after ejecting the grounds from the machine into a small metal cup, you scooped approximately four tablespoons of grounds into the funnel. after that, you grabbed the small metal teapot-looking vessel and filled it to the marked line with water.

now was the fun part. you poured water from the thin spout on top of the grounds, starting from the middle and working your way around in a spiral pattern until all of the grounds were saturated. the water dripped through the grounds and you waited until there was no more water visibly sitting on top of them before beginning to pour again, in the same spiral pattern. this step was repeated a few times until all of the water was gone and you were left with a full cup of coffee and some spent coffee beans.

“here you go, Chief Swan. that will be two forty-nine.”

he handed you a five. “keep the change, kiddo. get your tip jar started.” he glanced at the empty glass jar in front of the register.

“thanks, Chief. good luck out there.” you mused, flashing him a smile.

“you too, kid.” he didn’t know how much you needed it.

the next few hours drummed by slowly, customers trickling in here and there, some staying to work or read. the constant humming of the espresso machine usually helped muffle your thoughts, but not today. even your book couldn’t distract you - your eyes darted over the same paragraph over and over, mind wandering back to a familiar set of brown eyes staring at you while the waves crashed against the shore.

before you could get too lost in thought, the door chimed, signaling that someone had entered. your eyes darted from the page to the person walking in the door.

“hey, y/n,” he spoke, “i hoped you’d be here.”

“hey, Jacob,” you sighed, not bothering with the customer service voice. the only young people from the reservation that ever came in here were Emily Young and sometimes Seth Clearwater - Paul must have sent Jacob here - let’s test that theory. “what can i get for you?”

“i’m actually just here to talk to you…” he rubbed the back of his neck.

you were right. here it goes.

“listen, i know Paul hurt you, and i don’t blame you for being pissed at him. there’s a lot you don’t know about, though - a lot has changed.” a small smirk played on his face as he said that. 

“like what? he won’t tell me anything.” you deadpanned. you weren’t sure if you could trust Jacob. he was Paul’s friend, after all, and that was enough to be suspicious.

“it’s not my place to say,” a small groan left your throat before you could stop it. “but he’s going to have to tell you eventually. when he decides to, just give him a chance.” 

and who was Jacob to tell you what to do? 

“listen, Jacob. it’s really not your place to be here. i’m not sure if Paul sent you or not, but you can tell him he can either get his head out of his ass and tell me the big secret everyone is dancing around, or he can stop trying to contact me. i’m over this.” the tone was harsher than you intended, and slightly louder too, seeing as there were still other customers in the seating area.

Jacob flinched slightly before regaining his composure. “trust me, y/n. give him a chance.”

with that, the bell rang once again as Jacob swiftly exited the coffee shop.

tags: @vavafaure1994

[littlestarbigsky]

peril angst ahhhhhh

so i posted a short version of this earlier this week and im obsessed with this concept so now theres a whole fic and all the accompanying angst. eat up babes😚

pony and soda pretended not to notice, but they knew. actually, they knew much more than darry thought they did. there were things he was just bad at hiding and they all silently agreed not to discuss it, but there were also things that darry actively hid from them. they knew anyways, though. but darry didn’t need to know that.

they all knew he stayed overnight at paul’s house after football games… sure, they all liked to buddy around after a win, downing a couple of beers a piece while paul’s parents were out of town on business. darry was never quite sure if his brothers knew that the rest of the guys were back home by their curfew at midnight.

it had seemed innocent enough for a while, until darry started staying over for whole weekends. nights when they didn’t even have a football game to cover for them, darry sneaking back in just in time to catch a few hours of sleep before school on monday.

everybody knew that something had happened with paul. darry had long since given up pretending it hadn’t, and they’d all figured out the hard way that whatever happened his senior year was something darry would probably never talk about again.

things seemed to get hazy when darry graduated and paul introduced him to bob, the new kid who had just transferred from the prep school. they’d gotten along fine and everything that summer had been alright until it came up that darry was from the east side.

the phone bill started to go down as darry stopped making so many calls across town. it had been weeks since paul’s white t-bird was honking outside their house. all of a sudden, darry was spending more and more nights bugging the gang to play football in the lot, going over to buck’s to play pool with dally, hell, he even went on something of a bender with two-bit right before he left for school.

as much as their parents bugged him about finding a girl he liked at school, all he had to talk about his classes. every now and then he would talk about the football guys, and how they were just never as close as his high school team was.

pony and soda watched him change. before paul and after paul, night and day.

they had all pretended not to notice paul lingering in the back row of the church the day of the funeral. he didn’t even have the nerve to come up and speak to them or stay long enough to merit taking off his coat, maybe even follow the funeral procession to the cemetery to catch darry when there weren’t so many people.

he had told his brothers that he was meeting some of his old friends, that he would be back late and not to wait up for him. soda and pony didn’t discuss it, not even with each other, but they watched him drive off in beverly’s baby blue corvette with a pit of sickening dread in their stomachs.

what soda and pony didn’t know was that it was the first time in near a year that things had felt like they had before. the first time since his parents died that people talked to him like he wasn’t made of glass, like saying the wrong thing would shatter him into a billion shards.

they went down to their old favorite spot, down by the river where they could skip rocks and no one would hear them if they got a bit too drunk and started shouting. bob’s parents were out of town, so he had more than enough liquor for all of them, and trip and brill had brought more packs of cigarettes than darry had ever seen in his life.

it was all so much. he had just had the worst week of his life, who could blame him for losing control?

soda and pony didn’t know that none of them drank anything, not so much as a drop. even chet had abandoned his cigarettes for the night. they just let darry keep on downing beers until he couldn’t see straight. they didn’t know that when bev started joking around about jumping into the river, darry had been too drunk to know that they were egging him on.

he forgot that it was january. he forgot that he was way too far gone to be able to swim. he forgot that he didn’t have parents anymore, that his brothers needed him now.

nothing sobers you up quite like a freezing river with an unforgiving rip current.

even through his numb and drunken haze, darry knew the moment he hit the water that it was a mistake, that they had set him up.

flailing in the icy water, watching them pile into that stupid blue corvette, he tried to scream. whether it was out of anger, to get them to come back so he could knock their teeth out, or fear, because god he was dying, but he just swallowed more filthy river water. he could hardly keep his head above the water for long enough to gasp in fresh breath, let alone cough out the water he had inhaled. for a moment, one terrifying breath of time, he knew he was going to die.

what pony and soda never managed to figure out was how. sure darry was alive, and sure he had made it out, but how? death had come for their brother, just like it had their parents, but something had stopped it.

something had grabbed darry around the waist and hauled him back to the riverbank and dragged him up into the grass, the weight of him familiar. that something had pressed an ear against his chest and listened for a heartbeat, and for a moment, remembered that feeling from a lifetime ago; when there was nothing between them but a thin sheet and dumb love. fresh water dripped off of chocolate brown curls, steely blue eyes watering as he whispered, “i’m sorry… i’m so sorry…”

darry woke up alone, soaking wet, covered in mud, and colder than he had ever been in his life, and all he could do was roll onto his side and throw up into the grass. it took him at least fifteen minutes to gather the strength to push himself off the ground, realizing he wasn’t getting any warmer.

none of them knew how he managed to get back home, still drunk off his ass, tripping over his trembling, hypothermic legs, barely able to see four feet ahead of him in the dark.

darry didn’t remember getting home, but soda did. sitting outside on the porch, a blanket over his legs. he heard darry before he saw him, coughing up a lung halfway down their block. he’d sprinted to meet him, is heart falling straight through to his stomach as he saw darry’s soaking wet clothes sticking to his chest and arms, water dripping down his face from his hair.

soda remembered throwing the blanket around his shoulders and hurrying to get him inside the house. it wasn’t that much warmer in there, but it was better than nothing. he saw darry’s blue lips and red eyes, skin white as snow. he had sat him down on the couch, wrapped in the blanket like a straight jacket and shaking uncontrollably.

ponyboy remembered walking out of his bedroom to get a glass of water to see soda changing darry’s clothes for him, the waterlogged clothing landing heavily on the floor. soda was muttering to himself, but it seemed like darry was bordering on catatonic.

“soda?”

soda whipped around to see their little brother in the kitchen, mouth hanging open, looking like he was about to be sick.

“i thought you were in bed,” soda answered shakily, not stopping his ministrations.

“what-” pony tried to say. “what happened to him?”

soda let out a strange squeak from the back of his throat, “i… i don’t know, honey.”

pony watched silently as soda got darry changed and into a sweatshirt and pajama pants, toweling his hair dry and help him stand up on legs that no longer seemed willing to support him. pony rushed over, grabbing darry from the other side, and helped soda get him into bed. without saying a word, they both crawled in next to him, extra blankets tucked around all three of them.

god, they remembered being so scared, what if darry had really been sick? what if he hadn’t made it home and nobody found him? he needed to be okay. he had to be.

darry woke up the next morning with a splitting migraine and cottonmouth and his two brothers curled up around him. he only remembered fragments of what had happened, but the sight of the two of them bundled up in blankets and trying to keep him warm…

he never wanted to forget.

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

Timeline: Part 10 - December 11-31 2017

For earlier timeline posts: click here or here.

There's a limit to how many links you can put in a tumblr post. Who knew. Anyway, continuing where we left off...

12/11/2017: Andrew Morton announces new biography of Meghan. Rebecca English writes about Meghan's yoga influencing. Meghan's "Sexy Santa" costume from Deal or No Deal is republished. Kensington Palace announces William and Kate's trip to Sweden and Norway, and The Times debunks The Crown.

12/12/2017: Harry and his friends kill 15 boars during German hunting trip (Meghan's not happy). Harry and Meghan take credit for William and Kate showing a little PDA on an engagement, while Meghan merches her parka. Later, William and Harry attend the Star Wars premiere.

12/13/2017: Kensingon Palace officially confirms Meghan is spending Christmas with the royals. Meghan is revealed as Google's most-searched celebrity of 2017. Meghan merches her handbags, especially Strathberry's, and modernizes the monarchy.

A UK survey finds that a majority of their respondents are unhappy with Harry's engagement:

67% of women surveyed are devastated by the engagement announcement.

20% of overall respondents prefer Harry to be single.

57% of respondents are against Harry marrying Meghan.

And Meghan leaks that Kate has taken her under her wing to protect her from negative parts of royal life. She tells The Express that "Harry is like a brother to Kate and she has never seen him so happy."

12/14/2017: Justin Welby, Archbishop of Canterbury, announces that he expects to preside over the royal wedding. In the morning, the royals attend a service for Grenfell Tower at St. Paul's Cathedral (Meghan isn't allowed) and they gather again in the afternoon for The Queen's annual Windsor Christmas luncheon at Buckingham Palace (Meghan is invited). In the evening, the Kensington Palace Christmas party is held at a nearby restaurant that Harry and Meghan may or may not have attended (it's claimed they left early) while William and Kate are papped leaving.

Meghan merches Strathberry again and she is named the #4 Fashion Influencer of the Year, besting Kate who comes in at #5. (I really doubt Kate cares about this.)

12/15/2017: Kensington Palace announces the wedding date. Palace gift shops begin selling engagement memorabilia. Harry visits Sandhurst Academy and awards Cadet of the Year. Idris Elba shows support for Meghan while Meghan merches tea tree oil.

12/16/2017: Meghan teases a Canada tour post-wedding again.

12/17/2017:

The Daily Mail reminds us that Meghan is attending royal Christmas.

Harry announces that he has interviewed Barack Obama for BBC Radio 4 Today, but the interview won't air until the end of the month.

Meghan used to work at a yogurt store in LA as a teenager and everyone just loved her.

William's diary clash: Harry scheduled his wedding on the same day as the FA Cup Final, which William usually attends.

To prep The Queen and Prince Philip for spending Christmas with Meghan, Harry says he has shown them clips of Meghan in Suits.

Windsor hotels begin to profit off the wedding by marketing Meghan and Harry.

12/18/2017: The Cambridges release their Christmas card photo and Kensington Palace announces that Charlotte will begin nursery school in the new year. Meghan is voted one of the UK's ideal Christmas dinner guests and she leaks that The Queen likes her better than Kate but Buckingham Palace hits back with a denial.

12/19/2017: William and Kate attend the Royal Variety Performance. Meghan tries to ride their coattails by hinting she and Harry may be their guests and Harry is appointed Captain General Royal Marines, succeeding Philip.

Sketches of potential wedding dresses are published/leaked again.

Doria is papped at a LA laundromat.

Meet Meghan's lookalike

Will Meghan have to curtsey to Kate?

Meghan is crowned Hello Magazine's "Woman of the Year."

12/20/2017: Meghan hypes up her Kate-like style makeover from the Windsor Christmas luncheon at Buckingham Palace and merches her dress again. More wedding dress sketches are published.

12/21/2017: The royal engagement photos are published and:

Prince Philip and The Queen leave London for Sandringham.

Meghan modernizes the monarchy.

Meghan merches Ralph & Russo.

Body language analysis

Yorkies are papped at Soho House.

Meghan leaks that The Queen wants her and Harry to have a prenup and that she (Meghan) is hurt the family thinks she has an ulterior motive for marrying Harry. (Well...) In the same article, Meghan teases her and Harry's individual net worths and hints at the wedding budget - £22 million minimum overall cost and her dress budget is £375,000.

Harry debunks Meghan's PR about the prenup, saying no one asked for one and that William and Kate don't have one so they don't need one.

Meghan v Kate fashion showdown over their engagement photos.

12/22/2017:

Princess Michael's Blackamoor brooch controversy kicks off.

Cambridge vs Sussex engagement portraits showdown

Meghan merches her Ralph & Russo gown again

Press criticism of the engagement photos begin

Meghan takes credit for Ivanka Trump and Jared Kushner posing together.

12/23/2017: Meghan announces that Guy has broken two legs in an unprecedented Kensington Palace statement and her lookalike does a wedding dress photoshoot.

12/24/2017: Meghan leaks that Harry will not participate in the royal family's Boxing Day shoot because it would upset her.

12/25/2017: Meghan joins the royal family on their Christmas Church Walk. She merches her coat and her hat is the stuff of poo memes.

12/26/2017: Criticism from Meghan's Christmas Church Walk continues with coverage on her curtsey fail and sticking her tongue out. Meghan also merches her outfit again.

12/27/2017: Harry's interview with Barack Obama is finally released. He makes a "we're the family she never had" comment that sets the Markles off. Harry also bans blood diamonds from Meghan's jewelry and Meghan merches her lip gloss.

12/28/2017: Some poor media intern who listened to the Harry/Obama interview realizes that Harry invited the Obamas to the wedding. Meghan deals with more curtsey criticism. She deflects by announcing that she was shortlisted to be the new Bond Girl but she had to give the role up because of her relationship with the Harry. Meghan also merches the Soho House restaurant she and Harry had their first date.

12/29/2017: The royal family's engagement count for the year is released and Harry worked more than William and Kate. The Markles begin popping off about Harry's "we're the family she never had" comment.

12/30/2017: No new Meghan or Harkle stories.

12/31/2017: No new Meghan or Harkle stories.

[rain-in-the-clouds]

Yall are wild.

I love it. I was a little surprised, not gonna lie. But happy nonetheless. And honestly, I got some shit goin on that needs writing to work through, so I'm thankful for the push.

Anyways, I gots a little sneak peek for ya.

.....

Feyd intrigued Paul from the start, he was stoic and serious and wholly different from everyone else around them. He had near black eyes, that bore into your very soul. But when he caught glimpses of Paul, his hard expression would go soft, a ghost of something pleasant on his features.

The longer Feyd was there, and more evident that he wasn’t going anywhere; Paul became more brave and bold. They were about 16 when Paul finally walked right up to Feyd. At first nothing was said, Paul put on a mask of disinterest, as if he was simply inspecting the servant; despite the fact Feyd had been with them for years at that point.

Feyd paid no mind to the aristocratic boy before him. Though acutely aware of his presence and proximity. But Feyd also knew it was all for show. Though Paul thought he was sneaky about watching Feyd, he really wasn’t. But he also assumed Paul wouldn’t get the courage to actually face him. Despite keeping focus on his task, he was enjoying the moment nonetheless.

“Is there something you require, my young lord?” Feyd asked, formal as he was taught, but he didn’t meet Paul’s gaze; keeping his low, all the while continuing his work.

It threw Paul off, not planing for words to be exchanged, the mask began to crack. His cheeks began to flush a light pink, but he breathed through it while taking a step back. Shaking his head, “N-…” Paul began but stopped abruptly. Catching sight of the small, barely there smirk on Feyd’s lips. Quickly he caught on. Paul frowned, realizing too late his expression, Feyd eyeing him from the side; the smirk he wore got a little bigger. Paul made his face as nutural as possible, doing his best to fane composure. “I’d like my horse prepped for an afternoon ride, servant.” Paul spoke smugly, trying to egg on Feyd. But something else happened instead.

Feyd stopped his work, stood straight up before Paul, towering over the Atradies some. It took Paul by surprise. What shocked him more was Feyd’s eyes meeting his own, a black well pulling him in; an endless abyss Paul wanted to fall in for an eternity. “As you wish.” Feyd bowed his head, but never braking eye contact, not until he had to leave to fulfill Paul’s request.

(end) (for now)

Woo! And that's not even the half of it 😁

[madebyrolo]

Chapter 9

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It’s been a couple days since the beach hangout, and y/n has been going down to the reservation a lot more ever since. Ever since her and a Paul finally met she’s been itching to see him again. She seen him once on the Rez, he was hanging around then the second time he was just “passing through” just sent a wave then vanished. She’s back at the Rez and she hasn’t seen him since.

“Hey Jake” she said walking into the workshop

“Hey y/n/n” he said working on his car

“Whatcha doin” she asked

“I’m just fixing the transmission, it started slipping and shaking so I’m just checking the fluids.” He said

“Ah yes” she replied

“You dont understand a thing do you” he said with a chuckle

“Ah yes” she repeated answering his question

“So when when are the other boys coming by?” By boys she meant Paul.

“Quil and Embry are grounded so it’s just us” Jacob said

“Cool cool, just like old times” y/n said with a smile “what about Jared and Paul…” smooth y/n.

A part of Jacob tensed up hearing y/n ask “so um they aren’t gonna be here for awhile” he said while grabbing a tool

“Why?” She asked concerned

“Well they’re kinda sticking to them self’s right now” he said turning the tool

“What do you mean?” he sighs and sets down the tools trying to figure out how to tell her without letting her know.

“In a way they hit puberty. Like not like in a boy way but in a tribal way. They mature and somewhat grew more into their own self. Sam was the first so he kinda took them and made his own little pack” Jacob said.

“So what they’re like the cool kids now? Sam’s the alpha” Y/n joked

“Yes actually, he is” Jacob said

“Oh, so what they aren’t allowed to come here anymore? I haven’t seen Paul in a while”

“They think they’re better than us. The ones who haven’t shifted” the word slipped out of his mouth.

“What do you mean shifted ?”

“Look, I can’t say much but they don’t wanna hang out with the “normies” basically.Now that they have Jared, they formed at little pack, a little gang. now let it go” He scolded her

“Okay! geez chill out” she said rolling her eyes

“Alright sorry that was rude. What’s up with your interest in Paul anyways?” He asked

“I don’t know” she said kicking her legs off the stool

“He’s seems nice. When I met him on the beach-”

“Y/n he’s not nice. Well not anymore anyways”

“What ?” She asked

“Like I said, he thinks he’s better than anyone els, the whole group. Sam has them skipping school and just going off in the woods doing patr- whatever they’re doing.”

“I just thought-”

“Y/n please don’t hang out with them. They’re not the good guys anymore. Emily has that scar for a reason.”

“Oh my god did they hurt her ?” She asked worried

“No she was just at the wrong place at the wrong time. Not saying what Sam did was wrong but you just have to becarful around them now’s. It’s worst this time around.” Jacob said

“Wait what do you mean? With shifted, “worst this time around”, packs?-”

“Enough just drop it! I can’t say much they wouldn’t allow it.” He snarked

“Well for not being allowed to say much you sure do keep on talking.” She said defending herself

“Let’s just do something els alright?” Jacob offered to try to dissolved the tension

“Fine. Let’s make something to eat im starving”

y/n hops off the stool following Jacob towards his homes. They walk in the little red house and taking their muddy shoes off and heading into the kitchen.

“Alright what you got ?”y/n asked

“We can make subs, corn, pasta, fish,”

“Let’s do corn.”

“Grilled or boiled?”

“Grilled. That’s the only way Jacob.”

As they start prepping the corn to put it on the stove. As they cook it they start talking catching up, Jacob trying to make her forget about what they talked about earlier. As the corn finished cook y/n grabs it off the stove and puts them on separate plates going to the fridge and grabbing 2 things.

“Mayo and cheese ? What are you doing with that” Jacob asked

“I’m making an elote, my dad used to make them when we were younger. Here try it” she said taking her prepared elote and giving it to him to try. He takes a bite and his eye light up

“Mhhm this is soo good oh my god!” He said while taking it away from her.

“Yeah sure take mine.” She said sarcastically

She finishes her and they sit and talk while having dinner.

Y/n slowly starting to forget about Paul but she’ll never forget what Jacob said.

“Shifting, pack, alpha” those words slowing gracing her mind. If she didn’t know any better she would say they sounded like wolfs. But that’s just silly.

˚ ࣪𖤐⋆⭒˚‧₊ ִֶָ☾.

[episodicnostalgia]

Star Trek: The Next Generation, 123 (May 2, 1988) - “We'll Always Have Paris”

Written by: Deborah Dean Davis & Hanna Louise Shearer Directed by: Robert Becker

The Breakdown

The Enterprise crew are prepping for shore leave (gotta boost crew morale after Tasha’s death, y’know), when a bunch of time-travel-ish space-whimsy plagues the ship by causing people to slightly rewind-and-replay a few seconds of their current conversations/tasks.  It’s a fairly minor inconvenience as far as Galaxy class shenanigans go, but it’s enough for Picard to postpone shore leave for at least 45 minutes (plus commercials). And wouldn’t you just know it, shortly thereafter a distress signal comes in from one Paul Manheim, a renowned scientist whose whole deal involves professionally mucking around with time, so naturally Picard puts two-and-two together.  However, the mere mention of Manheim (a man Picard admits to knowing only by reputation) causes the otherwise stoic Captain to become so tense that even Data starts taking notice.

So what gives?

It just so happens that Paul Manheim is married to a woman (Janice) who used to be Picard’s flame back in the day.  Essentially, Jean Luc ghosted her on the same day they'd agreed to meet to say goodbye, before he shipped off to pursue his Starfleet career. You see, he was “afraid he would lose his resolve to leave," since he loved her so much. So, he did a really unkind (one might even say, casually cruel) thing and left without saying anything to, y'know spare HIMSELF the pain. Anyways, breezing-right-past-unpacking-any-of-that, they would tragically never speak again until this episode. But it all works out very amicably, which is nice I guess, and they finally say a farewell the way the way he ought to have the first fucking time. so it all works out*.

*[If I'm being honest though, Janice is a way better sport about the whole thing than I would have been.  Like, she pretty much just lets him off the hook; to my knowledge that’s the last we'll ever hear of it.]

While Picard’s drama plays out on the side, the rest of the episode deals with the weird time-loop phenomenon that Manheim caused via (surprise surprise) a radical experiment gone wrong.  Long-story-short, Manheim created a temporal rift-or-whatever that causes moments in time to replay in inconsistent ways [sometimes you redo a moment in time, and other times you end up running into an earlier version of yourself; basically whatever helps move the plot along].  Apparently Manheim was working on the theory that there are actually infinite dimensions, and that our perception of time is… yada yada yada.  Honestly, I can't remember the explanation, but I promise you it doesn't matter. All we need to know is that somehow Manheim has untethered his consciousness so that he can perceive multiple dimensions (presumably of the “multi-verse” variety) at once, and it’s driving him crazy.  Not only that, but somehow the affect of Manheim’s temporal rift also has cascading universe-ending consequences if left un-mended.

During one of his more lucid moments, Manheim gives the Enterprise gang the necessary codes to bypass his lab's security protocols, and Data beams down to do some obligatory emergency-space-science; in this instance, placing a canister of anti-matter into a time-rift-fixing machine (no time-lab should be without one).  There’s a brief complication where Data has to coordinate the application the anti-matter to a precise countdown (for unspecified plot reasons), but then he splits into three versions of himself (for unspecified temporal reasons) with no way to tell which one of him should insert the antimatter at the end of the countdown (why not all three, you ask? Also unspecified).  Anyways, the middle Data figures out he’s the right one (with no further explanation as to how he came to that conclusion), and he's correct, which is pretty handy.

With the rift patched up, Manheim’s mind is also conveniently restored, and spared from any residual side affects that one might expect from having one’s consciousness volleyed between dimensions.  Thankfully he’s learned his lesson and vows that things will be different between him and Janice, who he has apparently been neglecting (that woman sure can pick ‘em), and this time he’s going to… keep doing his experiments?  But… *checks notes* uh, yeah no, that’s somehow correct. He’s just going to be more careful, moving forward, and apparently that’s good enough for Janice! So the universe can rest easy knowing that Manheim’s work will continue to go unchecked, except he promises to avoid any more catastrophic mistakes!

I certainly wouldn’t have any concerns.

The Verdict

God, this was dull.  I actually had to watch the episode twice, because I was so bored the first time that I zoned out, and forgot what happened. A little digging on memory-alpha reveals production was temporarily halted by the writers strike of ’88, because the script hadn’t been completed, which honestly explains a lot. On the one hand we have Picard grappling with regret and doubt over a lost love from his past, and on the other hand you have Paul Manheim trying to control the flow of time while ignoring his present relationship with the same woman Picard has longed for. I’m not saying it would win awards, but I shouldn’t have to point out the obvious thematic potential between those two threads any more than I already have. But the end result ends up being… just nothing really.

For starters, the relationship between Janice and Picard was just so underwhelmingly civil.  Don’t get me wrong, I do appreciate it when adult characters behave like adults, but the point of this story was to address a regrettable choice from Picard’s past. And yet, when the two literally-star-crossed lovers finally meet for the first time in decades, the conflict between them amounts to little more than a quaint conversation, and an acknowledgment that mistakes were made. Janice offers almost immediate forgiveness, while barely (if all all) holding Picard accountable for his actions, or even addressing the longstanding emotional grief. 

Apparently the writers (Shearer and Davis) did want Picard and Janice to do the nasty, but that was kiboshed by the various powers-that-be. Now, I’m not saying that would have necessarily been the right way to go, but it certainly would have been more interesting than what we got.  Even a passionate kiss (or something to that effect) would have gone a long way to selling me on the idea that these two people had longed for each other, not to mention addressing Janice’s strained marriage to Manheim, and the internal conflict she ostensibly is meant to feel.  It’s not like the writers were being at all discreet about ripping off Casablanca, so why remove the one thing from that story to help make this narrative slog halfway interesting?

As for the time-dilation subplot, it just felt thematically disjointed, and ends up becoming kind of an afterthought.  Manheim also has virtually nothing in the way of a character arc.  You’re telling me he was SO obsessed with his work that he became an absent husband with a singular obsession, and in the end he’s still going to keep being obsessed, but he’s also somehow learned his lesson?  The script seems to genuinely back the idea that Manheim’s quest to control time shouldn’t be reevaluated at all (outside of avoiding of repeat the specific errors from his previous attempt), and that he and Janice will somehow be much happier (and safer) this time.  If I didn’t know better, I’d say there was some behind the scenes editorializing/censorship at work here.

But then again, who cares?

1 star (out of 5)

Additional Observations

You know, for a shining utopia that has rid itself of capitalism’s shackles, there’s still quite an emphasis on concepts like ‘careers’, and officers struggling to maintain steady relationships due to the demands of the job.  Kirk was an absentee father who never had time find a steady relationship, Spock’s betrothed dumped him via gladiatorial combat, Riker and Troi’s on-again-off-again romance was mainly off-again until the movies finally let them settle down, and Worf- …well Worf’s wives just get murdered, but that’s basically the Klingon equivalent of getting dumped. Now we have Picard, who evidently ran like a coward from the love of his life because of his crippling commitment issues. Speaking of the dear Captain…

Picard really IS an asshole: This episode establishes Picard as something of a heartbreaker, but the writing is so nonchalant about it, you almost wouldn’t notice.  This highlights one of the issues I’ve had with this season, generally speaking.  Apparently there was an intentional aversion to addressing character flaws/interpersonal conflicts amongst the crew, even when the story required it (because humanity had advanced beyond conflict and selfishness, you see), yet, Picard has spent much of the first season as a cranky, ill humoured, fuddy duddy (excuse my language). The thing is, I actually kind like how he starts off as cold and over-serious, and then begins to warm as the show progresses, but I have my doubts that the shift was executed with much thought or planning (maybe I’ll change my mind as I watch more episodes). Here especially, there was an opportunity to actually address some of his emotional short-comings, which is sadly overlooked.

Troi-SPIRACY: I have nothing concrete here, but this episode features a pretty classic example of Troi’s “I have abilities and can sense something is wrong with you” nonsense, when she approaches Picard about his emotional bagage. Like, oh really Deanna? Could you “sense” Picard was feeling “strong emotions”?  Surely it wasn’t the fact that he went as rigid as a lamp post at the mention of some random dude’s name, or the fact that he aggressively striking the palm of his hand with a tightly folded towel, did you?  No, I’m positive it must have been your magical powers picking up on the same thing the entire crew was also noticing. I’m telling you, Troi is a fraud who is so good at her job that she’s convinced everyone she has powers.

Holo-Horrors: So Picard loads up a holosuite program of some 24th century Paris Café, which comes fully staffed, and filled with customers (all holograms). Each of these holo-folk seem to have complex internal lives, with access to the full spectrum of human emotion, and relationships with histories. One of them (who is talking to a friend about her relationship woes) reminds Picard of Janice, even though she is otherwise entirely unique. So does that mean the ship computer is generating fully realized sentient background "programs" just for the sake of realism? I dunno man, the holosuite tech really does seem a lot more dystopian than I remember it being, growing up.

[forevfangirlwrites]

For the celebrity AU, how about an inverse of the how to handle fame and surprises chapter? Maybe Percy is away with his family in Greece meeting old relatives on his dads side, on an extended holiday, and Annabeth finishes a project and doesn’t like the long distance.. anyway I hope this is usable in some way, I love your work!

The house is empty.

She’s forgotten what it’s like, since Percy is usually home when she is. Or even if he isn’t, the traces of him are all around, dishes in the sink, a jacket lying around a chair, the smell of his cologne lingering in the bathroom.

But everything is cleaned up and cleared away. No laptops left open or blankets strewn about.

Sighing, she drops her purse on the entryway table and beelines for her favorite place nowadays, the closet.

The closet holds the most marked traces of him, a few jeans and sweaters he didn’t take with him. A reminder that she isn’t fully alone.

That he isn’t completely gone.

Okay, so maybe she’s being dramatic. He texts her as often as he can and sends her pictures and reminds her to eat the food that he meal-prepped.

Still, can’t a girl miss her boyfriend?

Groaning, she trudges out of the closet and flops down on the bed, unable to stop herself from thinking that if he was here, he’d be pulling her close and kissing her head.

But there’s nothing except the ceiling to stare at.

“A trip?”

“Yeah, Paul won this raffle thing at his work so we’re going on a family trip to Hawaii. Of course,” he adds, shooting her a smile, “you’re invited.”

“I’d love to, but when is it?” she asks, already anticipating her shooting schedule getting in the way of what should be a great vacation with her boyfriend and his family.

Sometimes, she hates being right.

“Oh,” Percy says when she breaks the news. The smile on his face slips a little and her heart sinks even further.

"But hey, it'll be some good family time for you!" she encourages, with a smile. "Enjoy hanging out with your sister!"

His smile returns. “Yeah, that’s true. I’ll miss you, though.”

"It's only three weeks, you'll be back before you know it and begging to go back," she teases, even though she has a feeling she'll be missing him every second.

"Nah," he jokes, grin back in full swing.

Well, here she is, missing him.

This shoot has been particularly difficult and coming home to Percy has been a huge reason she’s been able to make it through. Not having him here makes everything tougher.

"How did I do this before him?" she asks the ceiling.

Well, she still can do it. She is currently doing it.

She just doesn't want to.

A day off, she thinks as the exhaustion catches up to her, that’s what I need. Her last thought before falling asleep is of Percy’s sea-green eyes.

-.-

She wakes up disoriented to darkness and an empty stomach. Right…this is what she gets for skipping dinner.

Her phone blinds her for a solid four seconds before she reads the time, 3:47 AM. There’s a text from Percy that wakes her up right away, though and she opens it to a picture of ocean at sunset and his hand making a peace sign against the sky.

It’s so cute that she stares for a few seconds with a smile on her face. A smile that lessens when her phone buzzes, revealing Rachel’s name.

“Hello?” she answers, hoping nothing bad is happening. Given the time, she doubts it’s good news, and she prepares herself for whatever her manager has to say.

A/N: Thank you for the prompt! It was super cute, I modified the location since Percy being Greek isn't really a thing but the premise is still the same so I hope you liked it! Thanks again for the prompt!

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[theiloveyousong]

hii jonespaulkins enjoyers all one of you that is me wave emoji hi. please enjoy this it is a chatfic but like not really. its about grief fair warning

if not love persevering

11:34 PM

greater hatchetfield polycule

i wouldnt say i have a problem with the passage of time <

paul <3

> But you have a problem with time?

> In general.

yeah i guess <

i never liked change <

and thats all time is really <

harmony <3

> I get it

> Change is weird and time is even weirder

> Because it always happens

> And there’s no going back

> At least that’s what I think

for real <

and like <

its the seventh new year without her <

and it still feels like the first <

like <

this time in 2017 i was prepping for a funeral <

and now i just have to be normal with my brother and his kid <

yknow <

paul <3

> I know.

> The grief hurts.

everything hurts <

harmony <3

> And you have to let it

> But still

> I’m sorry

i know <

anyway <

i love u guys <

im sorry i wasnt there <

harmony <3

> Don’t be!

> They’re your family

but youre my family too <

hey <

can we call? <

paul <3

> Well, we’re in bed.

without me? 😿 <

harmony <3

> Come home then!!

paul <3

> I’ll call you.

> We love you, Em.

i love you too <

[call started - 32 minutes]

why did u hang up <

paul <

paulllll <

damn must have fallen asleep <

okay <

so <

u know the vulnerability thing is hard for me <

and im working on it <

but i wanted to tell you guys <

uh <

ur like <

the best thing thats ever happened to me <

you make my life so much better like <

cant imagine where i would be rn without you two <

happy new year <

i love you <

dumbasses <

[blindrapture]

SATURDAY JULY 9TH, 2011 (School Bus)

8:05 AM Had another one of those pretty surreal dreams. We were in a house. Typical little small house in England somewhere. It was my house; Donnie was a friend who was coming over for the day. She was standing with me at first, occasionally speaking, but as the conversation went on, she’d be more and more quiet. By the end of the conversation, she was still there, but.. she was standing so far away that she went through the wall. It’s like noclip but I could still see her. I dunno. Then church bells rang. Then Legsteps marched down the street outside, turning the church bells into a dubstep remix of Metallica’s “For Whom the Bell Tolls.” Then there was a car chase and Batman, but that all doesn’t matter; that was just typical dream fare! Anyway, I’m somewhere now. It feels familiar. Getting up. I’m in a bed.

8:09 AM This is a house, a fancy house covered in much dust. It feels really fucking familiar, though.

8:10 AM I hear running water. Fuck, I hear a shower! Upstairs!

8:11 AM I knocked on the door. Donnie replied, says she woke up half an hour ago and decided to see what works.

8:35 AM I showered too. This was our first time getting clean in a really long time, wasn’t it? Feels nice.

8:40 AM Hey, this house has a basement.

8:41 AM Oh my god. I know this place now. We’re in Bones’ house. Derek Taylor, my best friend from back when I had life in Georgia. That feels like it was decades ago now. It’s been almost a year. I met Derek in Band Camp as a rising 9th grader. We were prepping for marching band. He was wearing a brown fedora, and that’s what got us talking for the first time, we were the hat boys. We spent our 9th grade year hanging out every school morning, and every Friday football game we’d talk and laugh about everything we could think of. Hell, for the first half of the school year, I’d hang out with Derek at our friend Josh’s house. There, I introduced Derek to a little game called Rock Band. I watched him speed through the difficulties until he was a decent Expert bassist. Around the last month of school that year, I found out my family was moving back to England. It was my home country, but I was finally in various established circles of friends, for the first time in my life I could say I really had friends, and that’s all I wanted. That’s all I’d been trying to make all my life. But we had to move, and I was gonna lose all that. But I still had a couple months, so that summer, I hung out with a lot of friends as much as I could. I wound up hanging out with Derek the most. We did so much. We played so much Rock Band, and then there was the time Paul Botsford took us to downtown Atlanta, and we listened to Octavarium in his car. And that homeless person said Derek and I looked like the Blues Brothers.Come to think of it, I’m not entirely sure why I call him “Bones.” I think it was his nickname during Band Camp, but as the school year actually started, people just started calling him by his initials. I was one of the few people who stuck to “Bones.” But the dude was always thinner than me. I was taller, but he was thinner. That might be why he was called it. I dunno! You gotta admit, though. “Bones” is a more badass name than “Derek.” …hey, his Xbox is still here. No guitar controllers, though. No Rock Band. No nothing. What, did the zombies suddenly decide to take his good games?

8:53 AM Donnie’s in the kitchen, looking through the cupboards for supplies. There’s some canned goods, but not much has lasted the month and a half of apocalypse.

8:54 AM ..is that what I think it is? :DDDD Yes. Oh my god yes. And are these its YES We’ve hit the jackpot. Derek’s parents left a car and keys in the garage.

8:58 AM We do have one little problem. I haven’t been in this area in almost a year, and I never exactly learned the layout of Derek’s neighbourhoods and surrounding areas. Oh well! When has that ever stopped me?

9:00 AM On the road again! We're a long way away from New York, but considering how deep we went into the rabbit hole, that's not unheard of.

9:18 AM I know this area now. This is the Sandy Springs that I grew up with. In fact, my old high school should be somewhere over here.

9:25 AM Oh my god. The school is covered in a fresh paint of blood, and anything that’s not covered in that already had dry blood on it. And that’s just the outside. There’s graffiti up the cornholio out here. “SOUF SPRANG IS DEAD” “THE FOOTBALL TEAM WILL NEVER WIN A GAME NOW” “IT NEVER EVEN HAD A CHANCE.” “THE BAND’S BACK IN TOWN.”

9:26 AM Front door works. Memories, oh goodness. But now it looks considerably altered. The grey and blue floor is a notably darker hue, with skid marks and blood stains everywhere. The white-and-blue walls follow suit. The ceiling is the most notable, with rotting corpses hanging from the lights. …hello, person. Goodbye, person who is now running down the E hall. Funnily enough, that’s where I was going.

9:30 AM E108 is the room I wanted. The door’s barricaded. I intend on entering, though. I intend on it. Donnie’s looking at me with curiosity. Don’t worry, boss. You’ll find out soon enough. Now then. I know all too well that there’s more than one entrance to this room.

9:32 AM The connecting hall from the commons to the cafeteria looks… daunting, to say the least. There’s a cheerful little fold-out sign above the doors to the cafeteria that reads “Sparta Cafe!” However, all the doors have been bolted shut and surrounded with barbed wire. There’s stakes in front of the doors with zombie and spidercat heads on them. But the cafeteria’s not where I was trying to go. There’s a convenient little door here on the side of the hallway; that’s what I want. …and some poor bastard left it unlocked. Lucky us.

9:34 AM Band room. Oh my god, the band room. It’s been far too long. This large room looks virtually unchanged. Someone’s been keeping it clean, from the looks of it. Wait the band director’s office door is open It just closed WAIT

9:35 AM Holy fuck. It’s Minor. He’s still alive. He’s surprised I am, too. He’s surprised I actually managed to make it here. What’s he doing?He needs concentration. I’m taking Donnie back into the main room. Minor was a sophomore when Bones and I were freshmen. Actually, Minor was one of the first high school band kids I met. He visited my middle school when I was in 8th grade to try to get kids to sign up for marching band. Since my brother was the Nathan Dooling, I was definitely in. As my freshman year went on, Minor remained one of the kids I always wound up remembering. He was always chilling with Mister Brown, cracking jokes and playing his brass really well. I’d tell you what instrument he played, but it’s been over a year, man. I can’t remember.

9:56 AM He's calling us back into the office.

9:57 AM Oh shit, I see what he’s been doing. He’s been fixing a radio. He says I came at a good time. He’s turning the radio on.

9:58 AM It’s static. “Mephistophelectro to Bandwagon, do you read me, over?” Static. “Mephistophelectro to Bandwagon, we have an old friend, please come in, over.” Static. “Bandwagon, do you read, over?” …noise. Coughing. “What is it, Minor?” “We have an old friend.” Silence. “Which old friend?” “Nathan’s little brother.” Silence. Static. “Could you repeat that?” “I thought he was in England.” “So did I.” Silence. Minor “Should I just send him down to see you?” Silence. “…yeah, go ahead. You come down too.” “Kay, see you soon.”

10:05 AM Minor says we’re going down to Thermopylae. Donnie asked what that is. Why, it’s the football field! What better name for the Spartan battlefield?

10:11 AM I asked Minor where in particular we’re going. Apparently, we’re going up to the box. The box, journal, is that room way up at the very top of homeside stands in football stadiums. I’ve never actually been in it before.

10:13 AM We’re in. Ooh, cozy in h MISTER BROWN FUCK YES "Man, you can't contain that grin, can you?" I never thought I'd see you again! I never thought I'd see Georgia again. "You look really British." looking at my getup Thanks! Trilbies are cool. "So who are you?" "Donnie. You're.. Mr. Brown?" "Mitchell Brown." handshake "I was a band teacher." "Ah, this is all starting to make sense." "Can you fight, Donnie?" Can she ever!

10:15 AM He's gone to check on something. Mister Brown was our band teacher. He helped make things just that much more pleasant, even when outside influences made it harder to focus on schoolwork. I’m really excited to get to see him again because.. well, that’s how I imagine anyone would get with a teacher they really loved, right? I mean, this is the guy who doesn’t play realistic video games, and if he wanted to play a zombie game, he’d “grab a shotgun and go to downtown Atlanta.” It’s hard not to love a man with philosophies like that. …come to think of it, that joke used to be funny for its absurdity.

10:17 AM Brown came back. Says the trap is set. Asked him what trap he meant. Says he’ll show us.

10:19 AM We’re at the bottom of the stands now. In the middle of the football field is a tuba. “We can’t stay in South Springs for much longer. The zombies are coming. We got a visit last night from a monster in a gas mask. He was driving a school bus filled with the undead. JT– you wouldn’t know him– got on the bus, almost like he was in some kind of trance. The masked thing told us the bus would be back today at noon. Then he drove off.” Noon. That’s an hour and a half from now. Okay, so what about this trap you’ve made? “You let me worry about that.” What do we do for now, then? “I dunno, go crazy in the school, swing from the lights and pretend you’re the principal or something. Be back here before noon, okay?”

11:51 AM We wound up passing the time talking about random stuff. School complaints and whatnot, and laughing at how we don’t have to worry about it anymore. I expected things to be a lot more exciting, having complete freedom to wander my old school, but.. I guess nostalgia paints things differently. The Loop of Unhappiness Effect. Now we’re heading back to the football field.

11:58 AM Hey, we’re just in time for the show. Minor’s here, but Brown’s gone. Minor says to stand on the back field and be ready to ‘march in.’ Well, I do have Tiger Stripes on me. Guess I’m marching the guitar controller this year.

12:00 PM Materializing on the field is he who we met yesterday. The Archangel... uh.. the Archway... uh... Arch... Archie. He’s standing at the endzone. His gaze is fixed on me. Minor’s standing in the center of the field, wearing the tuba. Shit, the tuba was never his instrument as long as I’ve known him. I hope he knows what he’s doing. And I hope Mister Brown shows up soon.

12:01 PM I hear a lot of running footsteps nearby. Sounds like the front of the school. And a lot of unpleasant screams. I take it the zombies are here.

12:02 PM Good god, you can see a huge mass of colors just charging down the hill, coming to the football field at an incredible velocity. Donnie's ready to stand her ground. Minor’s just staring at the mass patiently.

12:03 PM I recognize some of those zombies a lot of the What the fuck, they’re all dead high schoolers. Teachers and students alike. Don’t get too attached, Jordan. They’re not your friends anymore. …but wow, I’m really gonna be leaving all of them behind. again No. They’re already gone. No remorse. …please. ._.;

12:04 PM They went straight for Minor, fuck! Prepping Tiger Stripes. WHACK-A-MOLE TIME

12:13 PM Shit, Minor can really fight with that tuba. It gives his body a lot of top-heavy force.

12:15 PM What’s that noise? It sounds an awful lot like… SCHOOOOOL BUUUUUUUUS It’s running over plenty of zombies and coming our way. Now it’s stopping. …Minor says that’s JT driving! o_o

12:16 PM JT’s urging us to get in. But Mister Brown’s not here yet! D: Minor got on, says Brown’ll catch up. Well, okay wait Mister Brown’s catching up with us. He’s asking what the hell just happened. JT just happened, man. ”Don’t get on that bus! What are you doing?!“ DOOR CLOSED DRIVING OFF MINOR’S IN IT FUCK

12:21 PM We’re up at the main street. All the zombies have suddenly vanished. There’s not a hint of a bus anywhere. Not even the faint roar of its engine. What the fuck.

12:24 PM Donnie says to look at a gas station nearby. It’s Archie. Staring at us. Arms outstretched, as if expecting us to come up.

12:45 PM We went back to the band room and sat in Mister Brown’s office in silence for a while. Then he looked at us. "What the hell happened to the plan?" You never told us the plan. "I was coming out with a cart full of weapons. Some hammers and drills and things left over from the janitor's closet, but a shit-ton of instruments too. They'd have lasted us a good few days at the least." I don't think this would have done much good. That guy out there was a Fear, and one in charge of the dead. He just wanted a show. "'Fear,' what's, what's a 'Fear?'" Uh. Very, very powerful monsters. donnie "you have those essays that rogers made" Yeah, uh. Hang on, these might help. These were written by someone we met in Liverpool.

12:49 PM He read them, doubling back sometimes, and muttering. Then he gave them back. "Okay, that read like a knockoff Doctor Who episode; I take it your friend wasn't a writer. But point taken, there are monsters now that we've got to share our planet with." He's getting up. "I think another one's been with us for a while."

12:50 PM Led us to the cafeteria. It's utterly trashed. "I don't like going in here anymore. Spending too long in here, I'd start hearing things. Sometimes I'd swear I was seeing things too. Things I've seen before, old memories, things that can't be here now. One night I was in here, by myself. The whole school was empty, I knew this for a fact, as I'd just done a sweep with Minor before he left for the night. And I was here, in the cafeteria, in the dead of night, with two men I'd never seen before." Two men… "Black suits and hats, much like yours. Skin pale as ghosts, all I could make out of their faces were two black beady eyes. My vision couldn't focus so long as I was looking at them. I tried to speak to them, but my fucking voice wouldn't come out. Instead, I sounded like a saxophone." Did they say anything to you? "Yeah. They said it so loud I was deaf for a few days." What did they say? "'This is the place.'" Like. Like they were scoping this building out? donnie "When was this?" "A while ago. Start of June." looking at this cafeteria... I do keep thinking I can see mushrooms on the tables. red, cartoonish mushrooms. "This is another Fear, right?" I think so. I think they're called the Musicians. "Great, we're competing with another band. C'mon, let's get out of this haunted moldy room."

6:05 PM We spent the rest of our time just idling, talking about old times, comparing notes on the apocalypse. He thinks it's silly to call it the apocalypse, but.. he's coming around. I probably shouldn’t be saying this, but we’re all pretty sure Minor and JT are gone. We’re in Derek's house. All three of us, Mister Brown came along too. We all agreed it wasn’t a good idea to stay in South Springs for much longer. I’m.. I’m gonna go to bed. Donnie wants to go with me. Mister Brown says he’ll stay up for a while. Says he has a lot of things to figure out.

11:00 PM Some films rely on our fear of the familiar becoming the unknown, or in other words, our fear of death. This is often a very difficult fear to represent in media, but the fear of death is a very justified and real one. It’s the fear of the end, or of the knowledge that everything’s coming to an end, and it goes hand-in-hand with worries about blame. Body horror is often used in horror, disgusting things done to our bodies, especially when feral animals are used. The same feral animals, usually dogs, are often used as omens, much like vague illnesses. This is a fear of body horror and dogs. Newborns in horror are used to refer to the fear of the future, for the newborns that cause fear are the ones who look terribly off. This provokes the fear in viewers that this newborn will grow up to be something terrifying. Eyes are the symbol of judgement. Humans have a natural fear of being judged. Horror tends to make the most use of this. Fear is not limited to just creatures. We humans also greatly fear alien architecture, incomprehensible landscapes, and the concept of being whisked away into an alternate world by as comfortable a trap as a door. The inability to escape is another popular fear. Fear the day the Fears fall from their thrones.

(Attached: ”Jordan's background, since he's not here to discuss it, is that of a British immigrant raised in America. His father was a managerial IT guru who lavished his family with money to make up for the fact he was never home, which he made sure of by drinking his evenings away. The times he was home, he brought his work with him and did not like being interrupted. His mother was a housewife with aspirations to act in Hollywood, but was instead saddled with three boys when what she wanted was a daughter. The boys had video games, lots of video games, and a computer to each of them. The mother had television and medication. Jordan was the youngest of the three boys. One brother was The Bad One, spreading toxicity and violence at a moment's notice, usually when the parents weren't around. The other brother was The Good One, the one to look up to, who preached responsibility and the middle path and prioritizing the comfort of those around him. The Good One was very popular at school. Jordan dreamed of the day he'd get his chance. The thing is, Jordan was a big source of affection for that whole household. He hugged his parents goodnight every night, he stuck up for his brothers, he believed in doing the right thing and telling the truth and loving his life. But he was still left alone, left in the care of people who didn't want to raise kids, and an older brother who definitely had no purpose being in that position. The finer details of what happened in that house are not my story to tell, and Jordan isn't here to give me permission. But the facts stand: Jordan is scared of knives, preoccupied with sex, willing to stare into the face of scary men, and pathologically convinced he can make sense of a chaotic world. And here we see him.. something like happy. When the father lost his American job and the family had to move back to an England Jordan did not know, Jordan fell through the system and never went to school again, crying himself to sleep at night. And he ended his 2010 with a loved one's hands around his neck. That's Jordan's background. The apocalypse is pressure, but Jordan already had an idea of how to operate under pressure. It's friends that he wasn't used to.“)

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Chapter 39.5, it was fun while it lasted

AN: stfu prepz git a lif!111111 U SUCK!11 oh and form now on il be in vocation in englind until lik august so I wont be able 2 update 4 a while, lolz. fangz 2 evry1 hu revoiwed expect da prepz hu flamed FOK U!1 MCR RULEZ 666!111

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I woke up in da Norse’s offace on a special gothik bed. Hairgrid wuz in da bed opposite me in a comma coz Vampir and Richard had bet him up. Mr. Noris was cleaning the room. Which was very impressive for a cat.

“Oh mi satan wut happened!” I screamed. Suddenly Volxemort came. He loked less mean then usual.

“Get the fuk out u fucking bastard!11” I yielded.

“Thou hath nut killd Vampire yet!11” he said arngrily. Sudenly he started 2 cry tearz of blood al selective.

“Volxemort? OMFG what’s wrong!111” I asked.

Sudenly………. Lucian, Profesor Sinister and Serious came! Frau Schneider and Vampire were wif dem. Every1 was holding blak boxez. VOLXEMORT DISAPAERD.

“OMFG Paul Darkness Shadow Raven Buttface McGee Landers ur alive!111” Scremed Vampire. I hugged him and Frau Schneider.

“What the fuk happened?” I asked dem. “Oh my satan!11 Am I lik dead now?” I gosped.

“Paul Darkness Omnipotentia Landers u were totally shot!11” said Serious. “But da ballet could not kill u since u were form anodder time. And vampires can only be killed by steaks and not bullets. Bet you forgot about that one huh?”

“But fangz anyway!1” said Lucian holding oot his arm. I gasped. He had two arms!

“OMG I cant beleve Vampirz’ dad shot u!1” I gasped.

“Well 2 be honest Snap wuz pozzesd by Snap bak den.” said James.

“Yah he wuz a spy and posessed by himself somehow. That probably explains why there are sometimes two of him.” Serious said sadly. “He wuz really a Death Dealer.”

“And he wuz such a fuking poser 2!11” said Lucian. “He didn’t even realy no hu GC were until I told him.” Well anyway everyone tarted 2 give me presents. I was opening a blak box wif red 666s (there wuz a dvd of corps bride in it) on it when I gasped. Mr. Noris looked up angrily coz he h8ed gothz.

“You didn't give me a chance to explain yet but there aren't two Snapes. One of them is the good one called Flake and the evil one is his evil twin! But anyway... Hey haz aneone fuking seen Richard?” I asked gothikally.

“No Richard told me he wood be watching Hoes of Wax.” said Profesor Trevolry. “He duzzn’t know dat ur better. Anyway da norse said u could get up. Cum on!1”

I got up suicidally. Lucian, Serious and Profesor Sinister left. I wuz wearing a blak leather nightgun. Under that I had on a sexxy blak leather bra trimed wif blak lace, with a matching thong that said goffik dumbass on the butt and sexy fishnetz that kind hooked on 2 my thong (if u don’t get da idea massage me ill tell u). I put on a blak fishnet top under a blak MCR t-shirt, a blak leather mini with blak lace and congress shoes. I left the hospital’s wings wif Frau Schneider, Willow and Vampire.

“OMFG letz celebrate!11” gasped Willow.

“We can go c Hose of Wax wif Richard!1” giggled Vampire.

“Letz go lizzen 2 GC and kut ourselvz 666!11” said Frau Schneider. We opened da conmen room door sexily. And den………..I gasped……………………………………… Richard wuz there doing it wif Flake!1111111111111111111111111 He wuz wearing a blak tshirt wif 666 on da front and baggy jeanz.

“U fucking prep!11” we all yielded angrily.

“Yah u betrayed us!111” shooted Vampire angrily as he took out his blak gun.

“No u don’t understand!1” screamed Richard sadly as he took his thingie out of Flake. "He's the nice one and I was bored!"

“No shit u fuking suk u preppy bastard!111” said Willow trying 2 attak him (u rok girl!1). I ran suicidally to my room I sexily took a steak out.

“Paul Darkness Alzheimer Birdflu Landers no!11111” screamed Draco but it wuz 2 l8 I had slit muh ritsts wif it suddenly everyfing went blak again.

I guess steaks are very sharp and dangerous. So be very careful if you're preparing dinner. Just remember: Steak with the S for sharp. Knife with the K for K to handle in unsafe ways.

[jules-has-notes]

2017 VoicePlay fall activities — go, go, go ’til you ho-ho-ho

The last few months of the year are usually a busy time for singers, and this year was no exception for VoicePlay. Once they had wrapped up their summer projects, they rolled right on.

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And they're off

The boys leaped into autumn by heading north once more for shows in NYC and Reading, PA.

They also threw their hats in the ring for a Hostess snack cake giveaway. (They didn't win, but that's okay. Some of the fans always made sure to keep them well supplied with sugar anyway.)

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Back home, it was time to start rehearsing for their third and final year of residency at Mickey's Very Merry Christmas Party. They also needed to prep for their upcoming trip to the west coast, and film their next music video. Eli did manage to sneak in a bro brunch with their old friend, Jeremy James, though.

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A little West Coast swing

For the third weekend in October, the guys embarked on a fast-paced trip to Los Angeles. They crammed a concert and three video shoots into just three days.

They kicked things off with a Saturday night show in Palos Verdes (and teased the locals a bit by calling it by the translated name "Green Sticks").

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On Sunday, they packed in two music video shoots. They started with one of their two Christmas tunes for the year and new collaborator Shoshana Bean. Then they hopped over to reunite with Kurt Hugo Schneider for a little Broadway music.

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Monday was time to get silly and messy with the pocket.watch ladies and some Taylor Swift.

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Keep it going

When they flew home, the boys were met by Rachel Potter once again for their second Christmas song of the year.

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Merry Hallowee-mas

All the preparation the guys had been doing for the upcoming holiday season didn't mean that they would ever neglect spooky season. After a few days of rest, sound guy Paul Kaleka and J.None kicked off the weekend by winning Indaba Music's Spooky Jams contest with a song called "Ghosts and Goblins".

VoicePlay released their video for "What's This?" from The Nightmare Before Christmas on the day before Halloween, and used it as a segue into their new holiday EP, "Warm Up", which they announced at the beginning of November.

The tracks are a combination of revamped tunes from the previous year with J.None's vocals added into the mix, this year's three new offerings, and one more new song that received a video during the following holiday season.

Note that J.None is credited as a member of the group, not a featured guest.

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One more spin

Just over a week after they'd gotten home, the boys headed out of town again for a student workshop and a concert at Western Illinois University.

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Off to the races

One week after that, it was time to kick off their MVMCP schedule in the Magic Kingdom.

With sixteen shows per week for the rest of the year, it would be reasonable to think that job would be their sole focus. However, persuing a career in the performing arts isn't usually a path for sensible folks. There were still plenty of other engagements to keep them busy. For the second night of the residency, VoicePlay handed the reins to their backup guys and scooted up to Ohio.

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But wait, there's more

The reason for their visit to Dayton was headlining the Kettering National A Cappella Festival. The trip there didn't go nearly as smoothly as they would've liked.

Once they actually reached their destination, though, the concert went off without a hitch, and the audience had a grand time.

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The next weekend, they took a drive down to Avon Park for a show at South Florida State College. Because it was close to home, Kathy and Geoff decided to bring little William along for the first time.

Uncle Earl always seems to end up holding the babies in group photos. 😁

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Having the week of Thanksgiving free from their Disney World duties didn't mean that they just kicked back and relaxed. First they hopped on the middle leg of a Disney Magic cruise for a three-day jaunt to The Bahamas and back.

Then on the evening of Thanksgiving itself, they gathered up Erik Winger and scooted down to the southeast coast to perform at the annual tree lighting ceremony for the Boca Raton Resort & Club.

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On another day off from MVMCP in early December, the PattyCake guys teamed up with their friends at Entertainment Central to film a very beachy Christmas romp for their Atlantic City Boys group in Cocoa Beach. The final "Santa Claus Is Coming to Town" / "Here Comes Santa Claus" mashup video was originally posted to Michael Evans's channel a week later, then reposted to the group's channel a year and a half after that.

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That weekend, Winger joined VoicePlay for a two-show day at Mariner Church in Sping Hill, FL.

important preparations — ear plugs and power naps

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When Rockapella came to town on their holiday tour near the end of the month, Layne and Cyndi took little Doris to see some of their pals.

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J.None spent both the weekend before his birthday and New Year's Eve rocking out at local shows with Paradigm Party Band.

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That's all, folks

With the year coming to an end, the VoicePlay guys finally took the chance to relax, spend time with loved ones, and prepare for the coming months. But those are tales for another post.

[undeadvinyls]

TELL ME A LIL ABT THE FAVE OF UR BUNCH....

MY FAVE IS.... DEFO MYYYY BUNCH OF TEENS1!!

i love them all muah <3

they r a buncha 16 year old teens who get in trouble A BIT too much and r known in zomburbia as "the juveniles/idiotic kids". fav thing to do is defo get in trouble and do weird things

anyways!! a tad on em!!

betty, or beatrice is a total 90s grunge kid and an amateur radio host and drummer. plays in a band with her besties & girlfriend. also shes boogaloo's daughter, biracial (black/white) and bisexual

jules or julianne is ur local skateboarding kid with a love for distorted music (shoegaze/ambient/dream pop) and a huge lesbian. also a filipino and in secret a big nerd/geek when it comes to sci fi and fantasy. also shes dating betty

cass or cassandra, bit of a jock here, loves sports, but loves films even more!! pop punk who often likes to record whatever she wants and do experimental films with no meaning. also pansexual, has 2 moms and has a cool scooter. shes latina (chilean-venezuelan)

harper, the emo. who loves drawing ofc and spams XD everywhere. a young magic adept too and is pretty good at it!! also a vampire and BITES. aroace and has a pet snake who's her witch familiar :]

and now for the boys !!

graham, hardcore punk, hates any type of authority and in secret writes fanfics abt history. his most famous one is his 10,000 word fanfic abt the trojan war he did for school. is happily dating cass, ace, has a ton of daddy and mommy issues. also an aussie

paul, betty's twin brother, preppy prep. fav thing is defo chemistry and biology and wants to become a scientist in future. is bad at naming things. also loves fashion and is a total polar opposite of his sister

zach, or zacharias, quick-draw con man who got his 4 arms as his mama got cursed. by some thing. either way he enjoys being a cryptid a lot. he also rlly loves chemistry but more for the fact he will know what goes boom boom. also he has a weird love for board games and WILL use logic skills to win in any game. gay and norwegian and has 5 siblings : ]

thats all!!! I LOVE talking and drawing them i just didnt have the motivation to do so lately, burnout sucks ass :sob:

[scarabtea]

H6 is objectively a pretty bad movie, but I can't help loving it for how fun it is, and for how Michael is so obviously angry the entire time. Man is just pissed the hell off lmao. He almost breaks out running at one point. He explodes a dude's head and crushes another's. Paul Rudd as Tommy Doyle is so much more enjoyable than Anthony Michael Hall in Halloween Kills. Loomis is kinda cool. And the last twenty minutes or so just frickin rocks.

(this is me from the future. I wrote a whole lot of mindless opinions about HKills and Ends for some reason which really wasn’t relevant to your ask and I’m sorry. I put a tldr at the end where I got back on track)

oh man I could talk for… some time about HKills/Ends and my thoughts on them lmao. I enjoyed them as a movie, enjoyed the experience, came out of the cinema and enjoyed them, but I think as I processed them it hit me just how badly they (personally) fit into Halloween for me.

I loved Halloween 2018 - I felt that, considering it was still a revival/reboot of a franchise that’s already been milked drier than a geriatric cow, it was well-paced, engaging, the plot was thoughtful and everything about it was fun. we had a return to Michael being a careless killer (and weirdly playful - putting sheets over things, messing about like he did in the OG ‘78 film) and we also had what I think is a really interesting idea between him and Laurie. I do like Halloween 2 and I think the idea of them being siblings is fun but personally the idea of them being entirely unrelated makes it so much scarier. she was just in the wrong place, wrong time during H78 and was the unluckiest person there to receive the full brunt of Michael’s attention.

in 2018 it shows just how much this got to her - and the film looks at the idea people had of Michael targeting her because she was special, or a sister, or anything - and makes fun of it. or at least that’s how I interpret it. Laurie is convinced that Michael wants her for some reason, and in 2018 she makes it her life goal to prep for his return, to prep her child and her house for him, she lives on full fear. and yet when he breaks out… (and it wasn’t even out of his own volition but rather someone broke him out on purpose)?

he doesn’t go for her at all. he takes his anger (if you’d like to go that route) out on Haddonfield in general, and Laurie is still so convinced that it’s about her that she puts herself directly into his line of sight and that’s when he starts attacking her again. it’s a really interesting idea I think, and this, plus the way 2018 returns to Michael as some unknowable and entirely undefined character - is he thoughtless, thoughtful, evil, mindless, supernatural, human - these ideas get thrown out of the window again when HKills and Ends roll around.

again I’m not saying people shouldn’t enjoy them. it’s half 1 in the morning and I’m rambling about my personal thoughts on the matter, and I did think they were fun films. I just wish that energy and concept got put into making a unique horror film for once and not continually revisiting H78 because I didn’t think it really fit in with what Halloween was about. but to get to what my point is here - I agree with the Paul Rudd/Anthony Michael Hall thing. I do think Kills was interesting because you could compare the trauma Laurie went through to the trauma Tommy went through but the film decided to make her look like some badass recluse, and to make him look like a mindless asshole. without any real point to it. I think Tommy did a lot better with receiving an aged-up adaption that was around Rudd’s age in H6, because it puts him in contrast as the child to Laurie’s teen babysitter. but anyway

also also but re: ‘Laurie thinks she’s special and Michael doesn’t even know who she is’ - whether you loved, hated, or entirely ignored Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2022, I think it did a funny job of (imo) making fun of Laurie for this mindset she has. Sally is pretty clearly a copy of Laurie in that she’s grown up as a badass old lady who’s ready to face her young trauma and yet, when she’s directly face to face with Leatherface, he just ignores her and fucks off entirely. which is exactly how H2018 treated the connection between Laurie and Michael. non-existent on Michael’s side beyond a random game on a random victim, and only formed in any real way through Laurie’s trauma and fear. gonna say imo again but if the Halloween 2018 trilogy series really wanted to focus on trauma, and the ghost of trauma, and Michael as a ‘ghost’ manifestation of this… that would’ve been a much better route than making Michael fool around with some dude in the sewers. anyway

if you somehow read all of that welldone.

tldr

THANK YOU anon I really enjoyed reading your thoughts on H6 because as you can see I focus more on the other films than that one, so I really really enjoy it when someone talks about their thoughts and opinions on a film. I know that H6 did get praise for Pleasance and his (last? I think) appearance in the film. I think he got a bit silly in some of them, and not in a bad way, but like Leslie says - every killer needs his Ahab, and although it probably got stale after 6 movies I always really enjoyed watching him going after Michael and be just as nonstop as Myers is. I’m gonna go rewatch H6 later and I’ll keep your thoughts in mind, so feel free to drop any thoughts you have anytime

[thessalian]

Thess vs IMDB Again

While doing my baking (and baking prep), I watched Ghostbusters: Afterlife, which they're taking off Netflix in a couple of weeks' time. Currently playing "I Know That Voice", because I do that. (Also I miss Harold Ramis, and that is probably the only good way to use CGI to recreate a person, because a ghost is going to look a little uncanny anyway.)

Best one was looking up Ivo Shandor - JK Simmons. Now, I'm not great with names, but yeah, a whoooooooole lotta J Jonah Jameson. However. That wasn't entirely why he was familiar, because I seldom watch ... well, much of anything, and I knew him by voice. So TIL that the voice and face of J Jonah Jameson ... also voiced Ketheric Thorm, and this amuses me no end, and that is why I play the "I Know That Voice" game.

Finn Wolfhard, obviously. Everybody from the original Ghostbusters cast ... well, duh; I'm old enough to actually remember seeing the original at the cinema, if not by much. Didn't realise Ernie Hudson was in The Crow, though I probably should have - I knew that detective guy was familiar. But IMDB didn't exist back then. (Also did VA work in Star Wars: The Bad Batch and a fair bit else, both VA and screen acting, so good on him.) Mckenna Grace I also thought was familiar, and yep - she seems to have so far been making a career of playing younger versions of main characters - young Carol Danvers in Captain Marvel, young Emma Swan in Once Upon a Time, young Theo in The Haunting of Hill House. Carrie Coon ... I had to look up who the fuck Proxima Midnight was since I kind of tuned out a lot of the MCU stuff, but those of you who watched stuff like Infinity War and Endgame in more than fanvids will probably appreciate the range better than I do (though with that amount of makeup and prosthetics, and the little I remember seeing of her in body language, I appreciate it a LOT). And Paul Rudd, and without looking, I wanna saaaaaaaaaay ... Ant-Man? Yeah, and Night at the Museum, and a whole bunch of the kind of comedy stuff I'm not terribly into. ...Huh. Looked into who voiced the Muncher, and that's Olaf from Frozen (Josh Gad). I mean, I've never actually seen any of the Frozen movies, but I don't think you can be online without having heard him at least once.

Again, this is why I play the "I Know That Voice" game.