#ava afro guy

[euanslauner]

CORN DOG GUY!!! (Family function skit) AvA

A little photo montage and my hc's

HOW has noone talked abt corn dog guys family bro this is your sign to draw them.

I LOVE BG CHARACTERS WITH A BURNING PASSION!!!

[sheetsonfire]

I always tell myself I'm going to work on X, Y, Z first and then another idea comes along and it sweeps me away! One such idea came from @afro-hispwriter who had a Jay Halstead x Bi!Reader prompt, which I asked to be able to take up. The Reader's ex is Ava Bekker, and Ava is in Chicago to cause Reader and Jay some trouble.

The working title is Old Flames Can Still Burn You and here's a small tidbit from my current progress:

“Look, things have been hard enough proving to Dr Latham I’m good enough to be his CT fellow and then the hospital decided to let a second fellow join. He seemed delighted this morning when he told me.”

Natalie chimes in, having known Dr Latham a lot longer than Connor she had been trying to reassure the surgeon that Dr Latham had the greatest respect for him. 

“Connor, you know Dr Latham isn’t petty like that, and we all know how good of a physician you are." Natalie encourages, and you nod in agreement, nobody ever doubted how excellent Connor was at his job, Nat then continues, "He’s probably just excited to have two great minds instead of one working for him. Presumably, this new doctor is a great mind too, right?”

Connor’s jaw clenches, thinking back to his first interaction with the new doctor, she had been… forward. It wasn’t usually a problem for Connor but there was a smugness to her, and he had felt defensive when she immediately diagnosed Dr Latham with Asperger's, annoyed that she would presume to know the man he had tried so hard to build a rapport with. Then again, he mused, the referral he had seen spoke for itself, she was an exciting new prospect from a professional standpoint. 

“Well yeah… yeah, of course, she was one of the top names in South Africa."

Connor turns to you, "Actually, she’s come from Groote Schuur in Cape Town. Y/N, you might have heard of her, Ava Bekker?”

The second Connor had said “Groote Schuur” your stomach had threatened to return your lunch back to the picnic table and over your friends. Your stomach felt like lead and you could feel the clamminess instantly break out over your skin beneath your winter layers. The world had started to zone out from focus, clumsily putting your coffee back on the table before you could drop it entirely.

Your friends knew you had spent nearly two years in South Africa, after becoming a fully qualified Emergency Medicine doctor as part of a fellowship programme. You had worked in the ED of Groote Schuur… but what they didn’t know was that you knew Ava Bekker all too well.

“Y/N, you okay?” Connor asks, confused at your reaction. 

Your throat felt tight, and your heart hammered away with adrenaline pulsing, you had to take a second away from the group, you didn’t want them to see how messed up you felt at the mere mention of her. 

“I-I’m fine, just uh… wooh, ate too much. I just need to take a walk, I’ll be right back, you guys go on inside before you, uh, freeze...” You give them all a tight smile, shuffling off the wooden seat and in the direction of the parking lot, not daring to look back at the concerned faces of your friends. 

With shaking legs you hastily move towards a rarely used break spot at the side of the ED's building, except as you stumbled with your head down you walked smack into a firm body. 

You yelp, “Oh god, I’m so sorry, I-I-...” You can’t help your jittered words as your brain fires a thousand thoughts at once. Ready to apologise profusely for not being more observant, you're panting hard. Finally looking up to see who it was. 

“Y/N?” Jay’s face falls from confusion to concern when he sees your panicked expression. “What’s wrong?” 

TBC.

[finnofamerica]

Awful Heart - Dwalin x Reader || Part Two ||

Summary: Being a live engineer for Poor Impulse Control, you usually don’t get a lot of attention. However, playing at seedy bars and the growing popularity of the band has caught the attention of some man - a stalker. With no idea who he is and his notes coming more frequently your production manager thought it’d be safer to hire a bodyguard.

Word count: 2222

Date Posted: 04.29.2020

|| Masterlist || Part One || 

“Another one?” Dwalin groaned as his brother placed a contract in front of him. 

“You’re quite intimidating,” Balin reasoned, “It makes sense why you are the most popular.” 

“Fili and Kili would do just as well.” He ran a hand over his bald head. 

“No matter, he wants you. He was explicitly clear.” 

“He?” Dwalin quirked a brow. Men were often intimidated by his stature, so they more often hired Gloin or Bifur. They were less intimidating but still excellent at their jobs. 

“Yes, Aaron Jones. He wasn’t making a whole lot of sense, only that he was hiring you to protect someone close to him. He wanted you to meet him at, oh what was it?  Lucky Barrel, that’s it.” 

“When?” 

“Tomorrow at noon. I added in an extra line into that contract for whomever you’ll be protecting.” Balin stood, brushing off his shirt even though there wasn’t a speck of dirt on it. He stepped a few paces away and paused, suddenly remembering an important detail. “I would pack some clothes if I were you. They are a touring band.” 

Dwalin arrived at The Lucky Barrel exactly at noon, as requested of him. Folded up in the pocket of his leather jacket was the contracts, requiring the final signature. He just wanted to get this over with. You were just another frail little girl that he’d have to protect because they didn’t know how to handle themself. The sooner he got this job done the soon he got to go home to his cats. He thanked Mahal quietly that Balin had agreed to watch them for him when he was out on a job. 

“Remember to go around the back, the front entrance won’t be open.” Balin had told him just a few hours ago.

“Now or never,” Dwalin grumbled, walking around the side of the building to the alleyway. 

“Ev! You bastard, get the rack!” A voice shouted, obviously frustrated. 

Parked in the alleyway was a van and trailer. A small team of men was pushing rolling crates into the back entrance of the bar. 

“That goes downstage, Dix.” A tall gangly man was directing traffic. 

“Yeah, I got it, Jones.” Dix shot back, shaking his head. Jones rolled his eyes at Dix, smiling once he took notice of Dwalin, who had been watching with abject curiosity, yet aloof at the same time. 

“You must be Mister Dwalin.” Jones reached out a hand to shake, “I’m Aaron.” 

“Just Dwalin is fine.” Dwalin shook Aaron’s hand. 

“Well, welcome aboard. I’ll introduce you to the crew. Come along.” The gangly man turned on his heels, walking briskly inside, making brief introductions along the way. Most of the crew gave him a quick greeting, then hurried back to work. 

On stage, the band was setting up their instruments and tuning. The one Dwalin assumed to be the leader was tuning a guitar, her hair braided down to her waist. Her black hair contrasting her pale skin. Two others were also tuning guitars, one a regular guitar and the other a bass. The one with the guitar switched from tuning to testing a few chords, her dark afro curls held back by a yellow headband, poofing out like a halo, dark skin complimented by the headband. The woman with the bass had longer hair, though it was just as curly. Tan and short, she seemed almost too small for the bass she carried. Finally, the woman sitting at the drumset. An Indian woman with pin-straight brown hair, though she seemed small, Dwalin knew enough about drummers to know that she could probably run laps around everyone in this place. 

“Dwalin, I’d like you to meet the band.” 

The four women approached each one of them looking at him curiously. Yep, exactly what he was expecting, small women who couldn’t fend for themselves. 

“So you’re the bodyguard my brother’s hired?” The leader glowered at him. 

“Oh Ryker, stop being such a grump! I’m Juniper, nice to meet you.” The young woman stuck her hand out for him to shake. Dwalin recognized her as the drummer. He shook her hand, though he was growing tired of formalities. 

“Don’t tell me what to do. If he’s going to be the one protecting my best friend then I want to make sure that -” Ryker argued. 

“That what?” The woman with the afro shook her head. “This is literally his job.” 

“Speaking of, have you ever killed anybody?” The bassist asked. 

Dwalin frowned at her. “No.” 

“A shame. I’d murder that sick el cabron if I could.” 

“You’re just bloodthirsty, Ava.” Juniper rolled her eyes. 

“That’s enough.” Aaron interrupted. “Magdalyn, keep them under control please.” 

The afroed woman nodded, ordering the rest of them back to their jobs. 

“If I’m not protecting them, who is it then?” Dwalin asked, tired of introductions. 

“Our little trouble maker.” Aaron pointed at a woman surrounded by the men who’d been unloading the trailer. So much for an easy job, he thought as he watched her work. She heaved a speaker over her head, carrying it to the other side of the stage with ease. Arms over her head exposed the curve of her waist, the tucked-in Poor Impulse Control shirt only accentuating the shape, jeans tight to her thick thighs. He could almost see the muscle underneath. After making sure it was plugged in properly, she returned to her spot at the back by the bar behind a large desk. Only upon closer inspection, he realized that it was actually a soundboard. 

Dwalin had always had a weakness for strong women, especially those who could carry their own weight without complaint. Those were the women who didn’t need protection, or if they did it was for a good reason. 

“That’s Y/n.” He continued, “About two months ago she started getting disturbing notes from some man. Nobody can figure out who he is since he’s never been seen, and he only signs his love notes with the letter N. Now, Y/n will insist that she can handle her own. She’s had to fight for herself before. Lately, though, the letters have gotten a little more detailed. Which has raised the concerns of yours truly. The police have done jack shit to find the guy, so we’ve had to resort to the next best thing. If that pervert tries something, you’ll be there to protect her.” 

Dwalin grunted. A stalker. That, at least, made for an interesting case. 

“Y/n!” Aaron called her over. 

You looked up at him, then over to Dwalin. The smile fell off your face as you swallowed nervously. You could tell from where you were that Dwalin was a large man. 

“Good luck Y/n/n.” Josh winked at you. 

“Shut up.” You huffed, muting the board before meeting Aaron and Dwalin at the stage. “Yes, Aaron?” 

“I want you to meet, Dwalin. He’s gonna be your bodyguard.” Your lovely production manager introduced. You tucked some hair behind your ear, a little embarrassed that your first meeting was while you were sweaty and disgusting. 

Dwalin reached out his hand to shake yours, being as that’s what had happened so far, why would you be any different. 

“Ahhh no thanks,” You blushed, “I don’t like being touched.” 

Dwalin almost smiled. Finally, someone who understood. He tucked his hand into his jacket pocket, retrieving the contract. 

“You’ll need to sign this,” He said plainly, though you were taken with his accent. 

“Sure.” You slipped it into your back pocket. “You’re a Scotsman then?” 

He just grunted. 

“I didn’t mean any offense, I was just guessing by your accent.”

“The sooner you sign the contract the sooner we can get the rest of this in order.” He replied. 

“Pen, Jonsie?” You reached out a hand. Aaron handed over the desired item reluctantly. 

“I’ll let you two get acquainted. If I don’t get that pen back, I’m coming for you Y/n/n.” 

“Yeah, whatever.” You waved him off. A few quick motions and you were handing Dwalin back the signed contract, which he tucked away for safekeeping. 

“I need you to listen to me carefully, lass,” Dwalin began, “Don’t go anywhere without letting me know first. If you can’t find me, text me, though I’ll be around most of the time. If you’re feeling unsafe in any way, you let me know.” 

“Got it.” You nodded. He made sure his number was in your phone, and then followed you back to your board. 

With the bar empty while the band set up allowed Dwalin enough leeway to sit back and observe. Mentally he was making a map, locating all the exits. If the stalker tried something at the show tonight, Dwalin was certain that he’d find him, but your safety was his top priority. 

The crowd began to pour in at about six o’clock that night. The band was in some backroom inside, doing their usual preshow routine. The rest of the crew stood outside in the alley, enjoying the evening breeze before the show, knowing all too well how hot and stuffy it’d be by the time the show started. The guys talked amongst themselves for the majority of their time spent outside. 

You knew Dwalin wouldn’t come between you and your friends, you didn’t feel much like talking while this mountain was behind you. However, you knew the only way you were going to get used to him is if you talked to him. In the low light of the evening, and now that hardest part had been done, you finally had the time to look at Dwalin. Really take in his rugged appearance. 

He was older than you, you guessed by at least five years. The weight of his work had shown on his face and you were curious to find out where the scar that crossed his nose and eyebrow had come from. His head was bald, revealing tattoos that covered his scalp. The lack of hair up top was compensated by his beard, just as thick and rough as the rest of him.

“You’re staring.” He grumbled. 

“I like your head tattoos.” You shrugged. He looked at you for a second, then turned away. 

“You do this every day?” He finally asked. 

“Well, not every day, but most days.” You turned around to lean against the wall, catching a little glimpse of the stars between the buildings. 

“When you’re not doing this?” 

“Well, I’m the only engineer they will work with so if I’m not in the studio with the girls then I’m probably doing normal people things. Trust me, my job is not as exciting as yours.” 

Dwalin almost smiled at that, as serious as he was. 

“I mean you protect people,” You continued, “You’re basically a superhero.” 

“I’m not a hero. I’m a man doing his job.” He frowned. 

“It’s showtime.” Aaron interrupted, waving his clipboard. “You all know what to do, and I trust you to do it and do it well. Get out there.” 

You were moving faster than anyone else. The second Aaron was done you were off the wall and heading inside. 

Dwalin almost lost you in the crowd. Swarms of not-quite-drunk people were crowding the stage. Luckily, in the dark, he was able to catch just enough of a glimpse of your hair to keep track of you. He knew where you were going, of course, but he wasn’t about to slack on the job and risk losing you on the first night. 

He stood next to you all night long. If he wasn’t working the band would’ve had his full attention, it wasn’t every day that all-female rock bands played bars. His attention was divided. Half was on you, protecting you, and the other half was scanning the bar. Dwalin wanted to identify the stalker if he could, or at least identify someone as suspicious and keep an eye on them. 

Nobody stuck out to him, normally a person of interest would at least act suspicious. Everyone here seemed normal. There were people in Poor Impulse Control shirts similar to the ones that the crew wore, and there were just normal people here on a night out. 

The only real good thing that came out of the night was that he had two hours of you. You were working, sure, but he’d never admit that he enjoyed watching you work - nor could he say that he knew what you did or how you did it. Before he knew it, the crowd was being cleared out and it was time to pack up. 

You reminded him of a bee, the way you buzzed around, helping the guys pack up as fast as possible. 

“Dix! Get the rack!” You called out, holding the last of the lights in your hands, bring it over to the case it belonged in. 

“You got it, boss!” Dix saluted jokingly and set to work on packing up the light rack. 

It was chaos. An organized chaos, but chaos all the same. Dwalin could almost say he was fascinated as he watched you push a crate three times your size out the door and into the gear trailer. 

Dwalin found himself wondering again what could have scared this crew so bad that they needed a bodyguard. Why the hell did you need protection?

Tags: Open || Part 3 || 

[everymovie2020]

Earthquake (1974)

Date watched:  22 February 2020

I finally fucking found this movie in my local DVD shop.  I've been toying with the idea of buying it on YouTube for ages, but when I was scouring JB Hi-Fi for some new movies, it just popped out at me at the reasonable price of $7.  And it has the theatrical version and extended TV version – I chose to watch the theatrical version, which clocks in at about 2 hours, and I was happy I didn't watch the extended TV version because it takes literally an hour for the actual earthquake to hit.

This is a 70s disaster movie in all its 70s glory, and it's a real humdinger.

Honestly, I would like to see a remake of this?  San Andreas is similar but the thing I liked about this was following the characters on the ground immediately after the earthquake. Actually, it really made me want to watch San Andreas. I bloody enjoy that movie.

Also, the only two people in this movie recognisable to me – other than Walter Matthau, in a cameo, I think? – were Charlton Heston and Ava Gardner, and there were a lot of characters.  I'm also pretty sure this is the only Charlton Heston movie I've ever seen, not including his cameo in Wayne's World 2.

Plot:

Charlton Heston is married to Ava Gardner who is a bit of a drunk, and who swans around in sheer robes with feathers on the sleeves. Very 70s, very rich lady LA 70s. He's fucking this extremely young chick, who has a son (not his son).  He works as an architect in a high-rise in downtown LA.  Ava Gardner's father is the owner of the architect firm. Ava Gardner also has a fake suicide attempt at the start of the movie – like, honestly, I'm team Ava Gardner here because Charlton Heston is fucking someone else and that's not cool.

There's a couple of dudes who work at a dam – I didn't realise there was a dam so close to LA?  Is there one in real life?  I will google maps it, okay I just did and WOW I have never looked at a map of LA before, IT IS SO HUGE!  And I found West Covina on the map!  And the Mulholland Dam which I'm guessing is the dam in this movie; and also, it's so weird, looking at the map of LA and recognising so many names of places and landmarks and I'VE NEVER BEEN THERE; okay sorry I looked at the map and my mind was BLOWN but I'm back now, maybe I should go to LA one day?  I feel like I definitely should, I've always wanted to go to mainland USA – what the hell was I even talking about?

Okay so there's this dam and there's a small earthquake before the main earthquake one dude drowns in an elevator and they're like, wtf, how the hell has that happened?  And the first hour is just basically people talking about the small earthquake but also going about their daily lives, but there is this one bit where this geologist is talking to a dude in power and he's all, "Listen, there's going to be a huge earthquake either today or tomorrow."

And the guy in power was like, "Yeah, so?"

"So we might need to evacuate the city."

"You want to evacuate a city of 4 million people? Where are they gonna go?"

LIKE

IT IS SO CALLOUS

Anyway that made me laugh because they did sweet fuck all, and they were still talking about it when the actual earthquake struck! They never went back to those guys so I’m assuming they died.  A lot of people did.

So the earthquake hits, and because there's hardly any CGI (it was the 70s) – I think they used a lot of shaky cam to make it look like an actual earthquake.  So the camera is shaking but the building the camera is focused on isn't? If that makes sense?  It's not bad but with how great CGI is now, it's not great. It's really noticeable.

At one point a block of concrete (Styrofoam) falls onto someone and bounces off, which really made me laugh.

The shaking goes on for a good ten minutes. There's mostly a lot of shots of people getting wiped out by stuff on the street, and not too many wide shots of destruction, but they do show the Capitol Records building being demolished, the freeways falling down and stuff like that.

My favourite part during the actual earthquake itself was a scene in Charlton Heston's office building, where everyone is panicking and rushing around as the building shakes – I was yelling at them to evacuate but they didn't listen to me – and a group suddenly pile into the elevator.  Now, this is a bad idea.  Such a bad, bad idea.  One guy rushes in, grabs a lady and throws her out – thus saving her life – and they go down in the elevator.

At this point I'm puzzled like, did they not have emergency stairwell exits?  Why the fuck would you take the lift?

And sure enough, because the earthquake is STILL HAPPENING, the cable breaks and they plummet to their deaths – and to signify that, the move flashes up a splatter of blood on the camera as it transitions to the next scene, like, WHAT

I laughed.

So Charlton Heston survives and then he has to stage a heroic rescue of all of his coworkers (aside from the ones who died in the elevator) by going up the stairs – there are stairs, but they're on the OUTSIDE of the building surrounded by windows?  And of course half of them are missing because they fell apart during the earthquake, so then Charlton has to rescue people and it's a whole big thing but he does because he's our hero.

There's another bit with this super gorgeous woman with a big curly afro getting held captive by this army reserve guy who pretty much has intentions to rape her, but she's rescued by one of the other characters and the army reserve guy is killed.  That whole bit was weird.

And then they put the survivors in an underground carpark three levels below the surface, and what happens?  An aftershock.  I mean.

So Charlton Heston has to now rescue these poor bastards – including his wife, girlfriend and son of girlfriend – and in the process of doing that, the dam breaks.  I'd say 90% of the people in the carpark escape thanks to Charlton, but the water washes away the rest, including Ava Gardner, and instead of climbing to safety to be with his girlfriend, Charlton sacrifices himself for Ava Gardner and they both drown.

And the last shot is just the girlfriend walking away.

It's another case of the hero of the movie dying at the end, just like in The Poseidon Adventure.  What is up with the 70s and their hero sacrifices in movies? I don't get it.  I can't imagine The Rock going down like that.

I would rate The Poseidon Adventure higher than this, but I would recommend not watching the extended TV version and fast-forwarding to the earthquake because that's the best part.

[daybreak-academy-fanfic]

Daybreak Academy: Chapter 02

Rumors Among Friends

Summary: In which a rag-tag study group adopts Anora into their circle. Word Count: 1,237 First | Previous | Next ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆

“You're new around here, aren't you?”

“Ohuh?”

Anora had been sitting alone in the cafeteria when someone had come up to her. She blinked for a moment at this new person, another girl dressed in white overalls and red pirate bandana around her head, with tanned skin, blue eyes, and long silver-like hair.

“You're the new kid everyone's talking about, yeah?” the girl then asked again, taking a seat across from Anora. “My name is Pyra. My friends and I were talking, and figured you looked pretty lonely, so we thought we could invite you to our study group!”

Anora blinked. She must have been giving an incredibly distrusting glare because Pyra gave a small, nervous laugh.

“You don't have to if you don't want to.” Pyra then sheepishly admitted. “There's only four of us now, so even if you aren't used to a lot of people, we're still pretty small. I remember when I first came and everything seemed to confusing, I just want to make sure that you don't feel the same way; you know?”

Despite herself, Anora gave a small smile and a nod. Pyra happened to see it and smiled right back.

“Here,” she then decided, digging around for something to write with, “Let me write down the building and room number. We'd have our meetings in our dorm rooms, but, you know, it's a tight segregation. No boys in the girls' dorms and vice versa. Not that I'm particularly opposed to it or anything...”

Once Pyra finished writing, she looked over it once more before handing it to Anora with an even wider smile. “There.” she said. But then she had an idea and pointed to a table not far from them. “You can also sit with us if you want to- we usually sit right over there.”

Anora looked at the paper before looking at where Pyra was pointing. At the other table were three other kids; one was dressed in what looked like a pink ninja inspired suit and pink frog hat, another with a large white afro, and one who an abnormally large moogle hat. The two of them couldn't hear what the group was saying, but judging by their laughter, it must have been something interesting. Anora looked up at Pyra.

“Can I?”

Pyra seemed momentarily surprised to hear Anora's voice. “Can you what?” she asked in a moment of confusion. When it hit her, she then asked, “Sit with us now? Sure! Come on, I'll help you bring your stuff over!”

Anora mumbled a humbled thank you as she and Pyra got her stuff together.

“Hey guys,” Pyra shouted at her friends once they were close enough to her friends, “The new kid wanted to sit with us!”

Immediately after her saying this, everyone at the table turned to look Anora dead in the eye. A moment after they started to shuffle themselves around so she could sit. Anora timidly took a seat across from the kid with the moogle hat, while Pyra sat next to her. With everyone's eyes on her, Anora could feel her face heat up from embarrassment.

“Hi.” she softly said to them. “My name is Anora.”

“Hiya!” the kid with the moogle hat immediately replied. “The name's Mog!”

The kid in the ninja getup gave a nod before saying, “Nin.”

“I'm Affie.” the kid with the afro greeted. “Nice to meet you Anora.”

“Hey Anora,” Mog quickly spoke up, “What house did they place you in?”

Anora shifted a bit in her seat, refusing to look at them for some reason. “Vulpes.”

“Really?” Affie wondered. “Seems like everyone and their brother gets saddled into Vulpes.”

“Makes sense though,” Nin mused. “Vulpes and Leopardus are kinda the junk drawer houses; it doesn't take much to get sorted into them.”

“Excuse you- you're talking to a member of Leopardus here!” Mog detested, slamming his fists on the table.

“Yeah, so?” came Nin's careless retort. “Are you super smart like the folks in Anguis? Or even physically strong like the Ursus people? Dude, your debate skills don't even hold a candle to the uptight ninnies in Unicornis!”

“Not all of us are uptight, Nin.” Pyra pouted. “Which is absolutely rich coming from someone in Anguis.”

Nin gave a small, callous half shrug in response. Pyra rolled her eyes at Nin before turning her attention to Anora. The new kid had only been half listening to the others and still seemed a bit overwhelmed. So Pyra decided to give Anora some context.

“You probably haven't noticed it yet,” she said, “But there's a bit of a rivalry between the houses.”

Anora gave Pyra a confused raise of her eyebrow. It went unnoticed by Affie, who then gave a sage-like nod before saying;

“Thankfully, not only are the dorms separated by gender, but house as well.”

“You do not want to see a fight between Ursus and Unicornus.” Mog then insisted, leaning in close to Anora. “They're brutal.”

At this, Affie jumped a little in his seat as he remembered something. “Speaking of; didn't one guy from Ursus send another dude from Unicornis to the hospital last week?” he asked in a hushed tone. “They said it was an accident during their fencing practice, but...”

“I thought it was just a rumor?”

Pyra shifted a bit in her seat before replying, “It kinda is? I didn't know either of them personally, but everyone in our dorm was talking about it. Some of the newer students had a harder time going to sleep that night. It was awful.”

A hush came over the group now. Anora felt herself shiver at the sudden silence- it was Nin who noticed and gave a small frown at Anora.

“Are we scaring you Anora?” Nin asked in a slightly worried voice. “Trust me when I say we're all sorry- it's just not school if things weren't complicated, you know? Most of us live on campus, and there are days when you can really feel the cabin fever setting in.”

But Anora shook her head and gave a small smile. “Tell me more.” she insisted. “About the school, please.”

Nin gave a small smile and started to open her mouth to say something, but was cut off my Mog.

“Man, where do we even start?!” he bemoaned quite loudly. “There's this whole rumor about Headmaster Ava and Headmaster Gula being together, and then there's that kid who's always hanging around Headmaster Ava, and that's not even going into how the whole Ursus versus Unicornis thing is because of Headmaster Aced and Headmaster Ira's absolute hatred of each other!”

“I think she meant about the school history, not the rumors.” Affie snorted.

“Same thing.” Mog argued with a wave of his hand.

“No, it's not.” Nin retorted before going into a small laughter.

Anora looked at the group before going into a spontaneous laughter of her own. They all looked at her for a moment in surprise, but it quickly melted away as they joined her. It had only been a little under 24 hours since Anora had arrived and now she had a group of friends to call her own. Even if she didn't feel like she belonged at Daybreak Academy, at least she had a group of good people to talk to. At this point in time while they were all happy, she even dared to question, what could possibly go wrong?

[themoonandotherslikeit]

What the Rain Can’t Wash Away- Chapter 4

*FINAL PIECE IN THE LOOK IN HER EYES TRILOGY*

Sixteen years after Lucifer rose, and Dean lost his wife he finds himself with a teenager, a Nephilim, an angel, and his brother living out a Full House rerun with some seriously dark undertones. How will he be able to raise his daughter, fight monsters, and deal with the loss of the love of his life? Sometimes moving on is the hardest part, but with the Winchester’s there’s always something harder around the corner. Isn’t there?

Chapter Four, Poughkeepsie 

Dean

"A... pearl?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

"Yup," Sam said smoothly. "It grants your deepest desire."

"That means...Micheal gone. That's my deepest desire!"

"Exactly." Sam grinned triumphantly. "So you think you can hold off on the whole deep sea plan for a few days?"

I swallowed. If this was true.. then fuck. That could be the solution. "Seems a little too good to be true, man. Don't you think?"

My little brother shrugged. "Maybe, but we won't know until we try. Ya know?"

"Do you have any leads on it?" I pressed. I would be damned if I got my hopes up just to have something else fall through. Just to have another wild goose chase.

"Actually, we do," Cas said, literally stepping out of the shadows.

I jumped in my seat at the table. "Jesus, man! What're you doin lurking like that?"

"I wasn't lurking, Dean," Cas said with a huff. "I was just waiting for the best moment to bring you the good news."

"Well, it was creepy," I said, taking a swig of my beer. "What's the lead?"

Cas walked to the kitchen table. "A man named Larkin. He is a collector, of sorts. A procurer of rare occult items."

"Like Bela?" Sam asked, making a face.

"Not exactly," Cas said smoothly. "He keeps them for himself. Locked away. Sometimes he will sell, for a price, but something like this won't be for sale. It's too valuable."

"Right," I sighed, rubbing my forehead. "So what do you propose? We ask nicely?"

"I was thinking we should steal it."

"Cas, you naughty girl," I said through clenched teeth.

Sam shrugged again. "Won't be the first time."

"What's with you two?" I asked, standing. "You have a death wish for a half assed lead?"

"It isn't half assed." Sam frowned. "This is a real lead, Dean."

"Well, we don't know if we can get it or if it would even work."

"But we should still try," Cas said gently.

"Respectfully? Fuck no. This guy probably has an arsenal."

"So?" Sam rolled his eyes. "We have an arsenal. We can handle this, Dean."

"Just put me in the box, Sammy. Put me in the box and let me fucking rest."

I turned to leave but Sammy grabbed my arm to stop me. I turned to meet his pained expression. "Just let us try, Dean. Please."

I sighed. How could I say no to those fucking doe eyes? They were the same ones that got me a thousand times over. The same eyes that pulled me out of my head, out of the pocket that Michael had slipped me into. He gave me strength I didn't know I had. "Okay, Sammy. We can give it a shot, but we can't wait around forever. You got a game plan?"

"The start of one."

"How far away is it?"

"Bout seven hours."

"Good. We can finish the plan on the way. I'll let the kids know we are headed out on a case. Wheels up in ten."

  -Three weeks earlier, inside Dean's mind-

 I flipped the Tequila bottle. Once, twice. "Damn I'm getting good at that." I grinned to myself, finishing pouring the shot.

"Shit,” a voice came along with the chime of the front door. "It's really coming down out there."

I turned toward the familiar voice. Ava. "Hey, Sweetheart."

"Got your precious limes. Hope my Afro is worth it," she joked, shaking out her black curls. They were a bit bigger than usual from the humidity.

"Totally worth it," I grinned widely, gesturing for her to come to me. "We can't have the house special without limes. What are we, savages?"

She hopped up on the bar, and slid into my arms. I pressed a gentle kiss on her lips and she smiled against me.

"I missed you," I told her.

"I've been gone half an hour, you're so needy," she teased, kissing me again.

"Yeah, well, it felt like a fucking life time."

Ava grinned back at me. "Should we close up? It's pretty fucking dead in here."

"You're right," I sighed. "And I need to do the books."

"You're really sexy when you talk management to me." She wiggled her eyebrows.

"Well, Mrs. Winchester, I could use the help. Step into my office?"

"In a minute." She smiled. "I want a famous house special." She slid off the bar top and rested on a stool.

I sliced a lime effortlessly, like it was second nature.

"Have you heard from Nel?" She asked, leaning in to me, the tops of her breasts poking out from her V-neck.

"At the movies with Claire."

"That's a normal teenage thing to do. I'm so proud." Ava grinned. "Does this mean she's given up on the idea of being a hunter like Mom and Dad?"

"We aren't exactly hunting anymore," I said with a smile. I reached out and ran my thumb over her bottom lip. "We're business owners."

"Yeah, we are."

I sighed. "Yeah, Sam and Cas are still on that ghoul hunt in Wichita. Should be home soon though."

"Maybe we should hire Sam as a bar-back." She grinned. "With you two behind the bar we won't need to do ladies night to make extra money."

"Don't objectify me," I scoffed, even though I couldn't hide my growing smile.

"You love it."

"I love you."

"I love you too, Dean." She leaned forward, touching my cheek with her soft hand and kissed me.

Something inside me ached at the kiss, and I pulled her closer, deepening it. I would take her right there on the bar top if she'd let me. I would run into the rain and scream I love my fucking wife! There was no need, though, I had her, and nothing would rip me away from her.

"Two House Specials." I grinned, sliding her a tequila shot, a lime, and a beer. I opened my own beer.

"Best special around." She smiled, raising her shot glass. "To Rocky's, to our dysfunctional family, and to us. Love can solve anything."

"Fuck yeah it can." We clinked glasses and downed the shots.

Ava wiggled as the alcohol ran through her, and she wrapped her lips around the lime, sucking.

I hopped over the bar and swiftly walked to the front door, flipping the sign to closed.

"What're you doing?" She asked, removing the lime from her lips.

"Gonna do what I've been thinking about since the moment you walked back into this bar."

"And what's that?" She asked coyly.

"'Mere and I'll show you."

I walked to her, meeting her in the middle before pulling her into my arms. She fit there like she was made for me, like I was made for her. I captured her lips in mine and ran my fingers down her back.

"Dean," she whispered.

"Dean."

I turned, with my hand up her fucking shirt, to find Sam and Cas staring at me wide eyed.

Sammy stood there slack jawed like a complete creep.

"No offense, guys, I'm glad you're here, but Christ can you not watch?" I laughed, moving my hand out of Ava's shirt.

She readjusted her top and her hair. "Hey Sam, Cas. How was the case?"

"Ava," Sam muttered.

"What's wrong with you, man? Was it a tough one?"

"I'll get you two a beer," Ava said, going behind the bar. "We have this new one from Austin. It's an IPA, you'll love it."

"Dean," Sam said, grabbing ahold of me. He turned my attention from Ava behind the bar, one of my favorite versions of her, to him.

"What man?"

"What's going on here?" He asked low.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, shrugging him off.

"Glad you two are back safe," Ava said, cracking the caps off the beers. "I think Dean was starting to get worried." She smiled brightly. Damn she lights up a room.

"Was not," I grunted.

I made my way back behind the bar, and snaked an arm around Ava's waist. "What're you two waiting for? Want her to bring the beers to you? Drink up." I slid the beer to the edge of the bar, waiting for Sam and Cas to oblige. They'd never had a problem drinking my free beer before.

The two of them raced toward the bar and Sam placed his palms flat on the bar top. "We don't have time for this. I'm sorry, Dean..."

"Sorry bout what? I'll drink the beer if you don't want it, Sammy."

Ava laughed. "Not if you're wanting to... you know." She eyed me.

Cas raised an eyebrow. "Wanting to what?"

Ava looked to me for approval and I shrugged. "We are trying to get pregnant again. Now that things have slowed down... and beer can lower the sperm count. We already have a lot against us from our age. So no more than one drink a day. He promised."

I pulled her into my arms and kissed her. "And I won't break it." I swore to her. I looked to my brother and Cas, who honestly looked like someone ran over their puppy. "What the fuck is wrong with you two? Thought you'd be happy?"

"Dean.. None of this is real. Okay? The bar... Ava.."

"Excuse me?" Ava asked, moving out of my arms. "You've never met anyone more real than me, Sam Winchester."

"You're just a complex manifestation of Dean's memories designed to distract him," Cas said sadly.

"You really know how to talk to a lady, don't you?" She grinned. "Just have the beer, Castiel. You're a little tightly wound."

"Okay, listen to me," Sam said, frustrated. "You have to remember what's going on out in the real world."

"I know its raining." I gestured to the bay windows in the bar. "What else do I need to know?" My whole world is in here. I thought, kissing Ava's hair.

"No! I'm not talking about the rain. I'm talking about Michael."

I blinked a few times. "Michaels in the cage."

"Sam you okay?" Ava asked gently. "Was there something more that happened on the hunt?"

I stroked the length of her back, feeling almost blissful. I barely noticed what Sam and Cas were saying. Being this close to her just felt so fucking good.

"No, damn it. It wasn't a bad case."

"Michael is possessing you," Castiel said carefully. "You have to remember that."

"Come on guys," I groaned. "What? Is this some kind of joke?"

"No, Dean," Cas sighed. "It isn't a joke."

"Okay, okay," Ava said, putting her hands up. "If we are inside Dean's head then he should be able to control things, like a lucid dream?

Sam looked flustered. "I don't know, maybe?"

"Then let's go ahead and skip all the dirty stuff. Where's my baby, Dean? Get me pregnant with your brain," she said before busting into laughter.

"Baby, I don't want to miss the dirty stuff." I wiggled my eyebrows at her.

"Dean listen to me. This bar is not real. Ava isn't real. You know what happened to her," Sam said insistently.

I frowned. "Man, that's my wife. Stop talking about her like she isn't here."

"She isn't here, Dean. Ava.. Ava died that night in the church. The night that Lucifer rose. You remember that, right?"

I frowned and closed my eyes. Do I?

"It's going to be okay, Ave. I've got you. I won't let you go," I said into her hair. "You're the one, sweetheart. It's always been you. From the second I walked into that bar. It'll be okay, because everything with us is right. You're the only thing that's right."

I opened them back and she was gone. "Where the... where'd Ava go? Ava?" I ran out from behind the bar. "This isn't funny... this... this is my life." My eyes stung. "This is the dream!"

"No, Dean," Cas said sadly. "This is a dream, Dean. That's all it is. Please you have to try to remember, because the people in your life.. in your real life out there need you to come back. Eleanor needs you to come back."

Eleanor.

"No." I shook my head. "Nel's in a movie with Claire. She's being a normal kid. She's happy. We're happy."

Sams eyes flickered to mine and with a sad expression whispered. "Poughkeepsie."

"What?" My heart sunk.

"Poughkeepsie."

Ella

Two days after the boys went to look for the pearl

 "I haven't heard from them." I crossed my arms, pacing the length of the kitchen. "I'm starting to get worried. They call they always call."

"Maybe their phones are dead?" Claire offered weakly. She knew that this was as bad as I did.

"They always check in Claire. What if something happened? What if Michael escaped and blew them up? What if they're..."

"We will go save them," Jack said, standing suddenly.

"I know where they went," Claire said, meeting my eyes.

"You do? They told you?"

"I sort of... fuck. I didn't want to have to lie to you. They were looking for a solution for Michael. This magical pearl that grants you your hearts desire."

"So they think they can use it to get Michael gone?"

"Yeah. We think at least."

"Claire, why didn't you tell me?" I asked, desperately.

"We didn't want to get your hopes up if it wasn't going to happen," she sighed.

"Do you think it can really work?" Jack asked, hopeful.

"That's the idea."

"If they're still alive," I said, cracking my knuckles. "Jack's right. We have to save them."

"We could call another hunter."

"Claire, why don't you want me on this? I can do it. I know how to shoot, plus, I'll have you both with me." I smiled, taking her hands. "Let's go save our Dad's."

"Fine," she said curtly. "But I don't like it.

"Someone wise once told me that I don't have to like something, but I do have to respect it."

"What dumbass said that?"

"Mmm not sure, but damn I bet she was pretty," I said, placing a kiss on Claire's lips. "Wheels up in ten?"

"Really, Dean Jr?"

I shrugged with a grin. "Always wanted to say that."

"I will pack the snacks," Jack said with a nod.

"Not a lot though, Jack! We are taking the bike," Claire said flippantly.

It had to be a real funny sight seeing Claire and I on a motorcycle, with Jack in the sidecar. Like real fucking funny.

I borrowed one of Claire's leather jackets and my own boots. Jack was wearing one of Sam's jackets, even though it just about swallowed him whole.

"We have a long ride, so get comfy," Claire said, kick starting the bike.

I wrapped my arms around her waist, pressing my face to her back. This is all I need to be comfortable. You're all I need.

Claire turned back to me with a smile, before closing the plastic on her helmet over her face. "You're all I need, too."

—————

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No, Chester and Adam were not dating. They were not having an affair, either. He invited him and Ava to stay with him. Did he know that Jayde heard the rumor of the affair? No, he didn’t. Was that why she was upset? Yeah. He replayed the conversation he and Anna had with her the evening before. She felt that he had replaced her. What about him? No, her hurt and anger were directed towards Adam. Not him because he wasn’t the one who broke up with her.

Ok. Chester confirmed what she said. He admitted that they were waiting to start a relationship. Until when? Until she was ok with it. They were giving her time to work through the breakup. So, he already moved on? Yeah. They had an interest in each other but they didn’t discuss it until they broke up. He felt guilty because he didn’t want to hurt her.

“Chazzy, don’t blame yourself. I’ll talk to him.”

“Don’t tell her what I said.”

“I promise I won’t. Go over and hang out with Joe. He could use a friend.”

He nodded and then walked over to where Joe was sitting by himself. Joe looked happy to see him as he sat down. Brad asked if everything was okay. Who made him the go-to guy? They all did. He sat down, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes. What was he doing? Trying to forget about everything. He laughed then wished him luck. Did he want to take over? No, he was good.

At least she had her dog. He could help her heal. Bruno. He was gorgeous with a black and tan coat and black eyes. If he could, he would thank her for adopting him. He had been house trained, so he could alert her when he had to go to the bathroom. In the living room, he went after his rope like it was a squirrel. He grabbed it with his teeth and chewed on it. It didn’t taste the same but he didn’t care. He just liked chewing on it.

It was later that the paparazzi caught her and Bruno walking with Brad. He had gone over to see how she was doing. Bruno had to use the bathroom, so they decided to take him for a walk. She looked like she was in a little better mood. His big curly Afro stood out, along with his six foot frame. His Afro alone gave him an extra two to three feet in height.

Bruno was excited about being outside. He didn’t like the collar at first but he was getting used to it. It wasn’t too tight around his neck, but it also wasn’t too loose that he could wiggle out of it. Jayde had used her two fingers to measure how tight it was. She also moved it around to make sure it didn’t cause him pain. Nope, it was perfect. She also brought extra bags with her and a small bottle of hand sanitizer because she felt gross without it.

There were new sights to see and things to smell. Brad could see how much he meant to her. It would take a while for her to work through her breakup. That was normal. He had gone to therapy when going through his divorce with Rob because of depression. Like her, he had watched the guy he loved move on quickly and he knew how much it hurt. She wasn’t replaceable.

Someday, she would find a guy who she would marry and spend the rest of her life with. Though, she had a lot of time to do that. He wanted her to stay single for a while before dating again. They all did. Jumping into different relationships quickly wasn’t healthy. He wasn’t dating because his focus was being a father. It just wasn’t something he was wanting to do.

He didn’t need another boyfriend or partner but when he found that special person, he would take a chance with them. Gender didn’t matter to him. They could be male, female or transgender. He wasn’t going to discriminate.

White powdered skies Angels dancing on ice Coldness touches my skin A fog washes over me Lines made in the snowy ground Happiness, if only for a moment A loss and longing for connection A protection, life’s little imperfection Grasping for something to hold on to

Jayde was at a Hollywood house party the following evening. It was the kind of party where drugs were as available as alcohol. Why was she even there? To forget about Adam. A guy introduced himself to her. His name was Heath Ledger, the actor. They started talking briefly before taking her upstairs with their drinks. They went into one of the bedrooms and locked the door behind them before going over to the bed.

After undressing her, he laid out the cocaine and snorted it off of her stomach. He then took off his clothes and got on top of her. During their high, he made love to her body. He touched every part of her with his hands as he moved inside of her.

For the rest of the evening and into the early hours of the morning, she continued using cocaine while hooking up with different men. She didn’t even know who she had slept with but they all loved her body. When she got home, she didn’t feel well as the drug went through her system. She was depressed and had a loss of energy. Bruno whined. She got up and went downstairs with him.

During his walk, she wondered what the hell happened because she couldn’t remember anything from the previous night. Bruno did his usual sniffing everything and exploring. When he did his business, she cleaned it up then tossed it into the first garbage bin she found before washing her hands with sanitizer.

Jayde, it’s Heath. I don’t know if you remember me from the party last night. I just wanted to make sure you got home safely. – Heath

I did. Thank you. I don’t remember much but I do remember you. – Jayde

Could she meet him at his hotel room? Yeah, she was on her way. When she got there, he invited her in. He wanted to apologize if he had done anything to make her uncomfortable. No, he never did. Why was he asking? He didn’t remember much, either. It was just a feeling he had done something inappropriate. No, she assured him he hadn’t. Ok. He bent down and kissed her cheek. They then went to the bed, where she straddled him.

Chester, Adam and Ava hung out with Mike and Anna the evening before. She missed her mom, so she encouraged her to reach out to her. Was she angry with her? Of course not. Why did she think that? Because she chose to be with her dad. No, she understood that she had made a tough decision. She was told that she adopted a puppy. What was the name? Bruno. Mike and Chester were certain she would love him!

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There’s a masterlist below compiled of over 200+ Belizean faceclaims categorised by gender with their occupation and ethnicity denoted if there was a reliable source. If you want an extra challenge use random.org to pick a random number! Of course everything listed below are just suggestions and you can pick whichever character or whichever project you desire.

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MASTERLIST!

F:

Nadia Cattouse (1924) Belizean - actress and singer-songwriter.

Zee Edgell / Zelma Edgell (1940) Belizean - novelist and short story writer.

Errollyn Wallen (1958) Belizean - composer.

Sarita Diana Acosta (1959 or 1960) Belizean - Miss Universe Belize 1979.

Josephine Gault (1970) Belizean - Miss World Belize 1991 and Miss Universe Belize 1991.

Catherine Bruhier (1972) Belizean - actress and filmmaker.

Angela Gegg (1979) Belizean - spoken word artist, poet, writer, entertainer, painter, cubist, and abstract artist.

Kisha Sierra (1981) Belizean - actress.

Kalilah Enriquez (1983) Belizean - broadcast journalist and poet.

Melonie Gillette (1984) Belizean - singer-songwriter.

Felicita Arzu / Leesha Arzu (1985) Belizean - model and Miss World Belize 2007.

Christie Laing (1985) Belizean / British - actress.

Linda Blease (1985) Belizean - actress, DJ, tv producer, and socialite.

Charmaine Chinapen (1987) Belizean - model and Miss World Belize 2008.

Lisa Tucker (1989) Afro Belizean - actress and singer.

Idolly Louise Saldivar (1989 or 1990) Belizean - Miss World Belize 2013.

Kasturi Anderson (1991) Belizean, Japanese, African-American, Unspecified Native American - actress.

Becky Bernard / Becky Belinda Bernard (1991 or 1992) Belizean [Mayan] - Miss Universe Belize 2003 an Miss Costa Maya Belize 2002.

Destinee Dominique Arnold (1992 or 1993) Belizean [Mayan] - Miss Costa Maya 2013 and Miss International Belize 2012.

Rebecca Rath (1993) Belizean - Miss Universe Belize 2016.

Kadejah Kenifah Tunn (1993 or 1994) Belizean - Miss World Belize 2011.

Joyjah (1994) Belizean - instagrammer and youtuber.

Iris Carmen Salguero (1995 or 1996) Belizean - Miss Earth Belize 2017 and Miss World Belize 2016.

Christine Syme (1995 or 1996) Belizean - Miss Earth Belize 2015.

Jasmin Jael Rhamdas (1995 or 1996) Belizean - Miss World Belize 2015.

Shereen Cutkelvin (1996) Afro Belizean, possibly Scottish - singer.

Tanya Carter (?) Belizean [Afro Belizean, Indian, English, Spanish], Mexican - singer-songwriter.

Tamara Goodwin (?) Belizean / African-American - actress.

Ninah Shanice (?) Belizean - Youtuber and Instagrammer.

Tyler Savery (?) Belizean - fashion designer.

Maria Jeffery (?) Belizean [Mayan] - Miss Universe Belize 2007 and Miss Costa Maya 2007.

Rebecca Stirm (?) Belizean - fashion designer.

Adele Ramos (?) Belizean - musician, poet, author, journalist, and publisher.

Maureen Navarrete (?) Belizean - fashion designer.

Renee Sherese Martinez (?) Belizean - Miss World Belize 2017.

Denise Castillo (?) Belizean - singer.

Raquel Alejandra Badillo (?) Belizean - Miss World Belize 2014.

Alleshia Pollard (?) Belizean - model.

Chantae Chanice Guy (?) Belizean - Miss Earth Belize 2016 and Miss World Belize 2012.

Amber Rivero / Amber Renee Rivero (?) Belizean - Miss Earth Belize 2013.

Jessel Monique Lauriano (?) Belizean - Miss Earth Belize 2012 and Miss World Belize 2010.

Kimberly Ann Robateau (?) Belizean - Miss Earth Belize 2011.

Marsha / gamine.taurean (?) Belizean - instagrammer and designer.

Annlyn Nicole Apolonio (?) Belizean - Miss International Belize 2011.

Norma Leticia Lara (?) Belizean - Miss World Belize 2009.

Leilah Anne Magdalena Pandy (?) Belizean - Miss Earth Belize 2007 and Miss Universe Belize 2004.

Andrea Elrington (?) Belizean - Miss Universe Belize 2005.

Corinth Morter Lewis (?) Belizean - poet and educator.

Dalila Violeta Vanzie Montano (?) Belizean - Miss World Belize 2003.

Karen Anita Russell (?) Belizean - Miss World Belize 2002.

Shiemicka Richardson (?) Belizean - Miss Universe Belize 2000.

Viola Jeffery (?) Belizean - Miss Universe Belize 1999.

Elvia Lilia Vega (?) Belizean - Miss Universe Belize 1998.

Sharon Domínguez (?) Belizean - Miss Universe Belize 1997 and writer.

Ava Lovell (?) Belizean - Miss Universe Belize 1996.

Deborah Wade (?) Belizean - Miss Universe Belize 1995.

Melanie Smith (?) Belizean - Miss Universe Belize 1993.

Ysela Antonia Zabaneh (?) Belizean - Miss World Belize 1990 and Miss Universe Belize 1990.

Martha Badillo (?) Belizean - Miss World Belize 1989.

Andrea Shermane McKoy (?) Belizean - Miss Universe Belize 1989.

Pauline Young (?) Belizean - Miss World Belize 1988.

Janine Sylvestre (?) Belizean - Miss World Belize 1987.

Holly Emma Edgell (?) Belizean - Miss Universe Belize 1987.

Romy Ellen Taegar (?) Belizean - Miss Universe Belize 1986.

Jenny Woods / Jennifer Woods (?) Belizean - Miss Universe Belize 1985.

Lisa Patricia Ramirez (?) Belizean - Miss Universe Belize 1984.

Shirlene Dianne McKoy (?) Belizean - Miss Universe Belize 1983.

Sharon Kay Auxillou (?) Belizean - Miss Universe Belize 1982.

Ivette Zabaneh (?) Belizean - Miss Universe Belize 1981.

Ellen Marie Clarke (?) Belizean - Miss Universe Belize 1980.

Christina Margarita Ysaguirre (?) Belizean - Miss Universe Belize 1978.

Dora Maria Phillips (?) Belizean - Miss Universe Belize 1977.

Janet Joan Joseph (?) Belizean - Miss Universe Belize 1976.

Pelisamay Longsworth (?) Belizean - Miss Universe Belize 1975.

F - Athletes:

Sharette García (1969) Belizean - middle-distance runner.

Althea Gilharry (1970) Belizean - triple jumper.

Camille Solis (1971) Belizean - cyclist.

Marion Jones (1975) Belizean / Unknown Other - sprinter and long jumper.

The Belizean Bruiser / Marion Reneau (1977) Belizean - mixed martial artist.

Tricia Flores (1979) Belizean - long jumper and runner.

Emma Wade (1980) Belizean - sprinter.

Alicia Thompson (1981) Belizean - cyclist.

Kaina Martinez (1986) Belizean - sprinter.

Idania Ramirez (1988) Belizean - footballer.

Katy Sealy (1990) Belizean / Unknown Other - runner, high jumper, and javelin thrower.

Kaya Cattouse (1990) Belizean - cyclist.

Samantha Dirks (1992) Belizean - sprinter.

Simone Biles (1997) Belizean / African-American - gymnast.

M:

Evan X Hyde / Evan Anthony Hyde (1947) Belizean - writer, journalist, and media executive.

Pen Cayetano / Delvin Cayetano (1954) Afro Belizean - musician.

Nigel Miguel (1963) Belizean - actor and producer.

The Grandmaster / Leroy Young (1967) Belizean - dub poet.

Yasser Musa (1970) Belizean [Palestinian, possibly other] - poet, visual artist, and publisher.

Erik Griffin (1972) Belizean, Jamaican, Honduran [Afro Honduran, Indian, Spanish, possibly other] / Irish, possibly other - comedian and actor.

Dan Man / Allison Hemsley (1973) Belizean - actor, rapper, and musician.

Da Long / Big Dragon / Andrew Ballen (1973) Belizean, Jamaican - tv personality, content developer, and CEO.

Arlen Escarpeta (1980) Afro Belizean - actor.

Wolé Parks (1982) Belizean / African-American - actor.

LaMorne Morris (1983) Dominican / Afro Belizean - actor, tv personality, and comedian.

Houston / Houston Edward Summers IV (1983) Belizean, African-American - singer.

Jah (1986) Belizean - actor.

O.T. Genasis / Odis Flores (1987) Afro Belizean - rapper.

iLoveMakonnen / Makonnen Sheran (1989) Belizean [Afro Belizean, Indian, Chinese, Irish, Belgian, German] / Unspecified Non-Belizean - rapper and singer.

Sergio Blanco (2003) Nicaraguan [Miskito, Spanish], Belizean, Jamaican / British, French, Welsh, Finnish

Kareem Ferguson (?) Belizean - actor.

Lova Boy / Daniel Cacho (?) Belizean [Garifuna] - musician.

Hubert Escarpeta (?) Belizean - actor.

Ivan Duran (?) Belizean - musician and producer.

DJ Lindy D (?) Belizean - DJ.

Frankie Reneau / Francis Reneau (?) Belizean - pianist and composer.

Romeo Escobar (?) Belizean - producer.

DJ Buddy (?) Belizean - DJ.

Lord Rhaburn / Gerald Rhaburn (?) Belizean - musician.

MC Melo (?) Belizean - rapper.

Supa G (?) Belizean - musician.

M - Athletes:

Denfield McNab (1943) Belizean - cyclist.

Colin Thurton (1943) Belizean - sprinter.

Kenneth Sutherland (1943) Belizean - cyclist.

Errol Thurton (1944) Belizean - sprinter.

Owen Meighan (1944) Belizean - long jumper.

Robert Hulse (1946) Belizean - sports shooter.

Arthur Mapp (1953) Belizean - judoka.

Phillip Pipersburg (1955) Belizean - sprinter.

Eugène Muslar (1959) Belizean - long-distance runner.

Joslyn Chavarria (1959) Belizean - cyclist.

Damel Flowers (1960) Belizean - sprinter.

Merlyn Dawson (1960) Belizean - cyclist.

Paul Réneau (1960) Belizean - sprinter and cyclist.

Earl Theus (1963) Belizean - cyclist.

Ian Gray (1963) Belizean - middle-distance runner.

Lindford Gillitt (1964) Belizean - cyclist.

Kurt Cutkelvin (1964) Belizean - cyclist.

Warren Coye (1965) Belizean - cyclist.

Chito Martínez / Reyenaldo Ignacio Martínez (1965) Belizean - baseball player.

Wernell Reneau (1965) Belizean - cyclist.

Polin Belisle (1966) Belizean - marathon runner.

Emery Gill (1966) Belizean - sprinter.

Fitzgerald Joseph (1967) Belizean - cyclist.

John Palacio (1967) Belizean - sprinter.

Michael Lewis (1967) Belizean - cyclist.

Devon Hyde (1967) Belizean - triple jumper.

Carlton Usher (1968) Belizean - sprinter.

Douglas Lamb (1968) Belizean - cyclist.

Anthony Adderly (1968) Belizean - football manager.

Charles Lewis (1968) Belizean - cyclist.

Verno Phillips (1969) Belizean - boxer.

Michael Joseph (1971) Belizean - sprinter.

Charlie Slusher / Carlos Slusher (1971) Belizean - footballer.

Orlando Chavarria (1971) Belizean - cyclist.

Norman Nunez / Norman Nunez Pipersburgh (1971) Belizean - footballer.

Elston Shaw (1972) Belizean - sprinter.

Marlon Garnett (1975) Belizean - basketball player.

Jarbi Alvarez (1976) Belizean - footballer.

Kawan Lovelace (1976) Belizean - triple jumper.

Deris Benavides (1976) Belizean - footballer.

Jayson Jones (1977) Belizean - sprinter.

Milt Palacio / Milton Palacio (1978) Belizean - basketball player.

Mark Leslie (1978) Belizean - footballer.

Michael Aguilar (1979) Belizean - hurdler.

Selvin De Leon (1980) Belizean, Guatemalan - footballer.

Rudolph Flowers (1980) Belizean - footballer.

Eddermys Sanchez (1980) Belizean - judoka.

Shane Orio / Shane Moody-Orio (1980) Belizean - footballer.

Vallan Symms (1980) Belizean - footballer.

Stephen Lopez (1980) Belizean - footballer.

Noel Felix (1981) Belizean - basketball player.

David Trapp (1981) Belizean - footballer.

Elroy Smith (1981) Belizean - footballer.

Dion Frazer (1981) Belizean - footballer.

Alfonso Martinez (1982) Belizean - taekwondo practioner.

Victor Morales (1982) Belizean - footballer.

Trevor Lennen (1983) Belizean - footballer.

Dalton Eiley (1983) Belizean - footballer.

Jonathan Williams (1983) Belizean - hurdler.

Harrison Rochez (1983) Belizean - footballer.

Elroy Kuylen (1983) Belizean - footballer.

Woodrow West (1985) Belizean - footballer.

The Juggernaut / Joe Pacheco (1985) Belizean, Puerto Rican - mixed martial artist.

Ashley Torres (1985) Belizean - footballer.

Harrison Tasher (1985) Belizean - footballer.

Ryan Simpson (1985) Belizean - footballer.

Tyrone Pandy (1986) Belizean - footballer.

Ian Gaynair (1986) Belizean - footballer.

Brandon Jones (1987) Belizean / Unspecified - sprinter.

Deon McCaulay (1987) Belizean - footballer.

Renick James (1987) Belizean - judoka.

Evral Trapp (1987) Belizean - footballer.

Kenneth Medwood (1987) Belizean - hurdler and sprinter.

Evan Mariano (1988) Belizean - footballer.

Daniel Jimenez (1988) Belizean - footballer.

Mario Villanueva (1989) Belizean - footballer.

Amin August Jr. (1990) Belizean - footballer.

Nana Mensah / Nana-Yaw Gydeu Amankwah-Mensah (1990) Belizean - footballer.

Devon Makin (1990) Belizean - footballer.

Mark Anderson (1991) Belizean - sprinter.

Trevon Salazar (1991) Belizean - cyclist.

Andres Makin (1992) Belizean - footballer.

Michael Salazar (1992) Belizean - footballer.

Rakeem Nuñez-Roches (1993) Belizean - American football player.

Luis Torres (1993) Belizean - footballer.

Shaun Gill (1993) Belizean - sprinter.

Mike Atkinson (1994) Belizean - footballer.

Jarret Davis (1994) Belizean - footballer.

Lionel Cabral (1994) Belizean - footballer.

Jordy Polanco (1996) Belizean - footballer.

Stanley Reneau (?) Belizean - footballer.

Russell Hulse (?) Belizean - footballer.

Problematic:

Shyne / Moses Michael Levi (1979) Belizean [Ethiopian Jewish, possibly other] - rapper - Convicted of attempted murder.

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EARTHQUAKE (1974)

“Middle-aged guy with authority: Chuck. Crusty sidekick: George Kennedy. Relics with something left in the tank: Lorne Greene, Ava Gardner. Young hot thing: Genevieve Bujold, Vicky Principle (with a WEIRD afro). This the weakest one yet. The earthquake doesn’t happen until like 50 min into the movie, and the subplots are WEIRD and uncompelling. Shaft is like a motorcycle stunt rider, but it never comes into play in ANY WAY. And Chuck’s had it with Sinatra’s leftovers Gardner and looking to upgrade to Young Canuck Bujold, but I can’t be bothered to care. Maybe I don’t just uniformly love all Zaster movies? Just good ones? This not that. Somewhat accurate portrayal of National Guardsman Incel, however - chills the blood.” -Tommy Gazelle

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STYLES

A compilation of styles for all of you who ask for one of them ^ ^

Check this list before asking to see if it’s already done. I don’t know if I let some out, so that helps me too :)

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101 Dalmatians Street

2k anime

6teen

90’s anime

A

Ace Attorney

Adam Warren

Adventure Time

Æon Flux

Afro Samurai

Aggretsuko

Altuna

Amphibia

Animaniacs

Annoying Orange

Anomalyah

Archie

Astérix and Obélix

ATLA

Atomicmangos

Ava’s Demon

Azumanga Daioh

B

Ben 10

Bee and Puppycat

Beetlejuice

Big O, The

Big Hero 6

Bill Watterson

Bleach

Bleedman

Bojack Horseman

Boku no Hero Academia

Boondocks

Bratz

Brawlhalla

Brokenlynx

Bruce Timm

C

CAD

Camp Camp

Carmen Sandiego

Cars

Cats don’t dance

Chuck Jones

Clone Wars

Code Lyoko

Condorito

Cowboy Bebop

Craig of the Creek

Crayon Shin Chan

Cyanide and Hapiness

Cybersix

D

Danganronpa

Danny Phantom

Dan vs

Daria

DBZ

Digimon

Disney

Don Bluth

Don’t Starve

Dragon

Dr. Seuss

Duck Tales

Duck Tales Reboot

E

Ed, Edd and Eddy

Eddsworld

Equestria Girls

El Tigre

Evangelion

F

Fairly Odd Parents

Fairy Tale

Family Guy

Final Space

Fist of the North Star

Flintstones

Foot 2 Rue

Forever Twelve

Foster for Imaginary Friends

Frank Frazzeta

Furry

G

Garfield

Ghibli

Goofy

Gorillaz

Gravity falls

Grojband

Gurren Lagann

Gumball

H

Hellboy

Henryart

He-Man

Hey, Arnold!

Home Movies

Homestuck

Hunter x Hunter

I

Infinity Train

Incase

Incognytimous

Invader Zim

J

Jack Kirby

Jackie Chan

Jelly Jam

Joe Madureira

John K

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure

K

Katie Rice

Kenny the Shark

Kick Buttowski

Kid vs Kat

Kim Possible

King of the Hill

Klasky Csupo

KND

Kyoani

L

Leiji Matsumoto

Legend Quest

Lego

Liefeld

Lilo and Stitch

Little Witch Academia

LOK

Loli Rock

Loud House

Lucky Star

Lupin III

M

Mafalda

Mario Bross.

Maxx, The

Metal Gear

Metalocalypse

Monster High

Monster Musume

Moogle

Moringmark

Motorcity

Mighty Magiswords

Miraculous Ladybug

Mighty Magiswords

MLAATR

Mystery Inc.

Mystery Skulls

N

Naruto

Nemi

Nichijou

Nombrils, Les

Nutshack, The

O

Oban Star Racers

Octopus Pie

Ok K.O.! Lets be heroes

One Piece

One Punch Man

One Punch Man (One)

Osamu Tezuka

Ounpaduia, The

Ouran Host Club

Over the Garden Wall

Overwatch

Oxenfree

P

Panty and Stockings

Peanuts

Péchés mignons 

Penn Zero part time hero

Pepper Ann

Petit Prince, Le

Phineas and Ferb

Pichi Pichi Pitch

Pixel Art

Pokémon

My Little Pony Friendship is Magic

Pop Team Epic

Pucca

PPG

Psychonauts

Q

R

Ralph Bakshi

Randy Cunningham

Rankin Bass

Ranma ½

Realistic

Regular Show

Rick and Morthy

Robert Crumb

Rock Cocks

Ruby Gloom

Rule 63

RWBY

S

Sailor Moon

Sally Bollywood

Samurai Jack

Secret of Kells

Senpai

Seven Deadly Sins

Shantae Half Genie Hero

Simon’s cat

Simpsons

Skullgirls

Soul Eater

Song of the Deep

Sonic

South Park

Spatziline

Spirou

Sr. Amoníaco

Sr. Pelo

Star vs the forces of Evil

Steven Universe

Scott Pilgrim vs the World

Spectacular Spiderman

Splatoon

Stick

Swatcats

T

Tahilalats

Tangled

Teen Titans

Tex Avery

TG Weaver

Transformers Animated

Thundercats 2011

Tim Burton

Tin Tin

Total Drama

Totally Spies

Transformers

Trolls

Turma da Monica

Twelve Forever

U

Undertale

V

Villainous

Vintage

Vivziepop

Voltron

W

Wander over Yonder

Wakfu

Wendy

W.I.T.C.H.

Wynx Club

X

Xiaolin Showdown

Y

Young Justice

Yu Gi Oh!

Yuri on Ice

Yuyu Hakusho

Z

Zootopia

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⚡️13TH⚡️ . . @bafta awards for best documentary 2017 ! For all u guys who want to understand what is going on in the world and have @netflix here is THE MOST essential documentary for you guys to understand WHY African-American make up for 25% of the WORLD’s prisoners. Now you will understand why they are fed up of being the targets of the American Justice system & the penitentiary system listed on THE STOCK EXCHANGE ! Filmmaker @ava DuVernay explores the history of racial inequality in the United States, focusing on the fact that the nation's prisons are disproportionately filled with African-Americans. » @panamebeatboxhustlers That’s for a start ! If you guys wanna recommend other good documentaries, put them in the comments section ! 🇫🇷 🇫🇷 ⚡️Le 13e⚡️ Ce film mordant nommé aux Oscars a été sacré Meilleur documentaire aux Emmys, aux BAFTA et aux NAACP Image Awards. Dans ce documentaire sans concession, universitaires, militants et politiciens analysent la criminalisation des Afro-Américains et le boom des prisons aux États-Unis. Vous comprendrez ainsi le ras-le-bol et le soulèvement des 50 états américains ! Si vous connaissez des équivalents français qui décrivent la relation entre les forces de l’ordre et les minorités françaises, n’hésitez pas à les indiquer dans les commentaires ! #13thamendment #netflix #avaduvernay #blacklivesmatter #justiceforgeorgefloyd #justicepouradama https://www.instagram.com/p/CA_I1xiKSPY/?igshid=1sxfxgky8seci

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Wait sticks can have hair?

Are.. they all bald... 😭😭😭

NEW FAV BTW sorry tdl I've gotten bored of you side characters are better/j

Hes so silly he even was making small talk lol

Is that corndog guy??

Looking quite similar.... that better be his sister next to him because all female love interests die bro. I'm not even wrong.

Anyway what should we dub him? Afro guy? Lol bros one characteristic.

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Reagan Gomez-Preston is an actress, voice actress and producer. She was born in Detroit, Michigan. She is #AfricanAmerican and #PuertoRican. She got her start on the WB family comedy The Parent ‘Hood in 1995. She was featured as a main character on the show for five seasons. She’s also appeared in music videos. Sorry 2004 by Ruben Studdard and Whatever You Like by TI are her most notable. In 2009, she landed a voice acting role as Roberta Tubbs on the Family Guy-spinoff animated series #TheClevelandShow. In 2015, she created a sci-fi web series called Surviving after her first web series, Almost Home, was a success online. You can see both shows on her YouTube channel. Currently, Gomez-Preston stars on the OWN series #QueenSugar, which is executive produced by Oprah Winfrey and created by Ava DuVernay. She also gives voice to the characters Jenny and Kiki Pizza on the Cartoon Network show #StevenUniverse. Like many Afro-Latina actresses she’s faced anti-blackness in the industry. In an interview with Latina, she shared: “I was told early on that I could not audition for Latina characters because I’m black. And as much as I adore Jennifer Lopez and Salma Hayek, there are many amazing Latinas who don’t look like them. Afro-Latinxs also deserve to be represented, in all aspects of life.” 🇺🇸🏴🇵🇷 #WCW #HispanicHeritageMonth #mixedgirls https://www.instagram.com/p/B23FjtIlWJN/?igshid=296ztv4bm1xh

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New top story from Time: Eddie Murphy Pays Tribute—Gloriously—to a Blaxploitation Legend in Dolemite Is My Name

Dolemite Is My Name, starring Eddie Murphy as real-life comedian, proto-rapper and Blaxploitation star Rudy Ray Moore, is one of the great movies about entrepreneurship, a story about making something happen even when everyone tells you it’s impossible. More specifically, it’s a story of black entrepreneurship, about ownership and creativity blossoming even in a society determined to hold certain people back. The title itself, declarative and definitive, is a shout of confidence. Dolemite Is My Name leaves you wanting to go out and make something—a poem, a painting, a piece of music—even just for yourself, to leave your mark on the world.

It’s also hugely entertaining and joyously profane, a movie whose spirit is so big the screen can barely contain it. The 1975 Dolemite, starring Moore in the title role and directed by first-timer D’Urville Martin, is a landmark of Blaxploitation cinema, though it came along after more polished pictures like Gordon Parks’ Shaft, from 1971, or Larry Cohen’s 1973 Black Caesar, had already ushered the genre into being. Moore had had a mildly successful career as a singer, dancer and comedian in the late 1950s and early 1960s, but by 1970, he was stuck working in a Los Angeles record store. Around that time, he took some outré stories he’d heard from the local drunks and wove them into an alter-ego for himself, that of Dolemite, a kind of Afro-beatnik troubadour in wild suits and a puffy wig.

The language of Moore-as-Dolemite’s spoken-word comedy was salacious and raw, and the larger, established record companies wouldn’t touch it. So Moore began self-producing albums, often recording them in his own living room with his friends as the audience. The records became underground hits, and Moore figured he could probably become a film star, too: He poured his earnings into the film that would become Dolemite, casting himself as a suave, karate-chopping, racist-cop-killing poet of the streets, ruling benevolently over a stable of prostitutes trained in the martial arts. By the mid-1970s Moore was no strapping young movie star, and the picture’s production values were laughably crude, just slightly above shaky-home-movie level. But none of that mattered. Dolemite, with its brash cartoon violence and over-the-top sex scenes, became a huge hit, and even today you can see why: The picture has an untamed, crackling energy. Dolemite Is My Name—directed by Craig Brewer, written by Scott Alexander and Larry Karszewski and released through Netflix—tells the story of how Moore almost single-handedly willed this wild and weird little movie into being.

Dolemite Is My Name begins before Dolemite—the movie or the persona—is even a dream. Murphy’s Moore is toiling away at that record store, trying to persuade the in-house DJ (played by unalloyed genius Snoop Dogg, who at one point appears in a jaunty striped tam o’shanter more original than anything Alessandro Michele could dream up for Gucci) to play some of his old almost-hit singles. No way is that going to happen, but Moore doesn’t give up. When he’s forced to march a urine-stinky lush named Rico away from the store, he takes a few minutes to actually listen to the guy’s loopy stories, and Dolemite is born.

Moore’s path to greater fame and at least modest riches is rocky: He needs money to make his first record, and his Auntie (played by the actress and writer Luenell), while she’s happy to cook him a pork-chop dinner in her homey kitchen, refuses to lend him any. But he persists, helped along by friends like his sweet co-worker T. Toney (Tituss Burgess), as well as Ben Taylor (Craig Robinson), the musician who will go on to write and perform the crazily addictive Dolemite movie theme song. Once he’s put out a successful record or two, he then has to deal with the encroachment of white people who want to make money off of him without giving enough back.

He also needs to will his dream of a movie into being on less than a shoestring, and he starts by taking over a decrepit old Los Angeles hotel and turning it into a movie studio: Its aura of faded, musky glamour is like a benevolent ghost. He finds a serious playwright, Jerry Jones (Keegan-Michael Key), to write a script that will capture the grit and glory of Dolemite’s highly fictitious life. He also needs a director, so he hires Martin (a wonderfully huffy Wesley Snipes), a moderately successful actor who, Moore incorrectly surmises, will know what he’s doing when it comes to making a film. His taste in co-stars is much better: He brings on a friend from his days on the club circuit, Lady Reed (the marvelous Da’Vine Joy Randolph) to play Queen Bee, the madam who looks after Dolemite’s “girls,” and who’s also the true-blue friend who gets him out of jail.

The generous, rolling spirit of Dolemite Is My Name comes largely from its ensemble cast. Even though Brewer—who has made some terrific and daring movies over the years, including Hustle & Flow (2005) and Black Snake Moan (2006)—keeps the story moving briskly, no single character gets lost. Those in even the smallest roles have some definition and distinction. Murphy presides over it all, with tell-it-like-it-is radiance. His timing is cobra-strike precise, as always; his smile, defined by that gap he has thankfully never fixed, is both conspiratorial and expansive. But there’s something moving about him, too, as a past-middle-age actor playing a performer who’s grabbing at what he knows is his last chance. Strutting about in Ruth E. Carter’s exquisitely out-there costumes—including jackets with zig-zag lapels as exaggerated as toy rocketships—Murphy’s Dolemite is an unlikely miracle of self-invention and reinvention, a man who knows nothing lasts forever. So why not try to make something that will last?

Dolemite Is My Name is a splendid entertainment, but it’s wrapped around a very serious idea. How does anything of worth—a book or a business, a piece of music or a movie—ever get made? Writer, director and actor Robert Townsend financed his sharp 1987 satire Hollywood Shuffle largely using his own credit cards. Ava DuVernay was a film publicist and maker of documentary and microbudget films before she was tapped to direct Selma. Rudy Rae Moore put everything on the line to make a movie that might never have seen the light of day. But Dolemite lives. You can watch it today, laughing at its brazen, ultra-fake violence, at Moore’s shaky amateur karate kicks, at the almost quaint obviousness of its gratuitous female nudity—it’s a given that its sexual politics are outmoded. But Dolemite’s “Hey, guys, let’s make a movie!” spirit should never go out of fashion. Dolemite Is My Name and Eddie Murphy’s performance in it are a celebration of that powerhouse vibe. Now go out and make something.

via https://cutslicedanddiced.wordpress.com/2018/01/24/how-to-prevent-food-from-going-to-waste