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2x5 ‘Twist the Knife’
“I’m pretty sure it was Brayden Holt’
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Brayden: The suspense is killing me!
Bea: Good. Die.
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WW S1Ep8 Debbie's death
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Ferguson has been the antagonist for too long they should have just fucking killed her in 5x11
#wentworth#Shes been the main antagonist for like 4 seasons now#I miss Jacs she was a way better antagonist#Or Brayden#The holts were elite
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BOY NAMES *
ace
adonis
aiden
alden
aleric
alistair
amiri
ares
armani
arrow
artemis
apollo
archer / archie
arlo
asher
ashton
atlas
augustine / august
axford
axton
aziel
barrett
baylor
bear
beckham
bennet
bentley
blade
blayden
blaze
bohdi
boston
bowie
bradford
brantley
braxton
brayden
braylon
brenden
brodley
bronx
brooks
bryson
bryon
caden
caesar
cairo
callum
campbell
carson
cash
caspian
cassian
cedrik
cortez
cosmo
crew
cypress
dallas
dalton
damion / damon
dante
dario
darius
dawson
deacon
desmond
diego
dixon
dodge
domonic
draydon
duane
duke
echo
edmund
elias
ellington
emerson
enzo
evander
everett
evrertt
fenton
flecter
flynn
franco
forest
gael
gallagher
gallaway
garrison
golden
graylen
greyson
griffin
gunner
hades
harley
harris / harrison
hawk
hayden
heath
hendrix
holden
holt
houston
hunter
huxley
isaiah
ivory
jace
jackson
jagg / jagger
jameson
jase
jax / jaxton
jaylen
jericho
jerrick
kaiden
kamden
karson
keaton
kendric
keyston
knox
korren
kyro
lance
lander
lando / landon
langston
lawrence
lawson
ledger
leith
lennon
lincoln
lucian / lucien
lukas
maclan
madden
maddox
major
marshall
maverick
maxon
memphis
moss
nash
nico
oak / oakley
octavius
odell
onyx
orion
ozzy
paxton
pilot
porter
ramsey
ranger
reggie
rhodes
riggs
rocco
rocky
rowan
rush
ryker
saint
sawyer
saxon
sorren
stone
thane
thorn / thorin
toronto
trenton
vincent
warren
waverly
waylen
wilder
wolf
wrangler
wylie
xander
xayden
zephry
zeppelin
ziggy
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Radix Dance Convention, Las Vegas, NV: RESULTS
High Scores by Age:
Rookie Solo
1st: Mila Renae-’Soldier’
1st: Melina Blitz-’The Poet Creature’
2nd: Aliya Yen-’Loyal, Brave & True’
3rd: Sebastian Mancini-’Guerrerio’
4th: Dylan Reuss-’Lost Boy’
5th: Bella Mendez-’Pump’
6th: Emma Acosta-’Lip Gloss’
7th: Lexi Yeackle-’I Will Wait’
8th: Kaiya Carrillo-’Love Shack’
8th: Rylan Farrales-’Stand In The Light’
9th: Enslee Moore-’Ooh Child’
10th: Olivia Caylor-’Queen Bee’
Mini Solo
1st: Kinley Cunningham-’Glam’
2nd: Fiona Wu-’Red Dust’
3rd: Joy Line-’Broken Dreams’
3rd: Carrigan Paylor-’Orange Colored Sky’
3rd: Karyna Majeroni-’Pistolet’
3rd: Keelyn Jones-’Slowly Fading’
3rd: Fiona Sartain-’The Way You Move’
4th: Starr Castro-’Bang Bang’
4th: Peyton Szuberla-’Glacier’
4th: Addison Price-’We Will Not Give In’
5th: Madelyn Murphy-’Desierto’
5th: Roxie Onellion-’Drifting Down’
6th: Esprit Frank-’Grains’
6th: Claire Gestring-’On The Mast of Faith’
7th: Tiara Sherman-’Cielo’
7th: Jenna Le-’Matters to Me’
7th: Cerys Cogswell-’Pure Imagination’
8th: Jacob Barrow-’Shifting’
8th: Aurora Brady-’Hit The Road Jack’
8th: Cha Cha Shen-’Here I Come’
8th: Alyssa Mastroianni-’Crippled Bird’
8th: Leah Munson-’Copy Cat’
8th: Claire Hansen-’By The Roses’
8th: Peyton Nowacki-’Angels to Fly’
9th: Annabella Atkinson-’The Dutch Girl’
9th: Eden Hawkins-’Shadow’
9th: Olive O’Connell-’Live Like Legends’
9th: Ella King-’Like A River’
9th: Tatum Brady-’Fall Creek’
9th: Oliviana Mancini-’At Peace’
10th: Leighton Brandt-’Legs’
10th: Annie Carlson-’Young’
Junior Solo
1st: Kylie Kaminsky-’The Offering’
2nd: Brooke Toro-’As The Dust Settles’
2nd: Coltrane Vodicka-’Moon River’
2nd: Alita Kneeland-’Spine
2nd: Makaia Roux-’Unbound’
3rd: Alexis Mayer-’Vivid
4th: Emmy Claire Kaiden-’Eyesore’
4th: Naia Parker-’Lit’
5th: Bella Kidder-’Feeling Good’
5th: Hope Edwards-’Gravity’
5th: Lucy Cavender-’Material Girl’
5th: Isabelle Zorrilla-’Orion’
5th: Kira Chan-’Pump’
5th: Kendyl Fay-’To Build A Home’
5th: Aaliyah Dixon-’Toxic’
6th: Mackenzie Kleveno-’Lost It To Trying’
6th: Taytum Ruckle-’Perfect Lie’
6th: Anabel Alexander-’Plans We Made’
7th: Victoria Johnson-’Genius’
7th: Aedyn Bekker-’New York State of Mind’
7th: Brianna Gorksi-’Night Sky’
8th: Kendall Jundt-’Awakening’
8th:Lexi Godwin-’Debut’
8th: Casey Cheung-’I Remember’
8th: Ava Hill-’Shallow’
9th: Izzy Wadington-’Final Solution’
9th: Jovie Leigh Ugerio-’Ring Them Bells’
10th: Madison De Dios-’On My Mind’
10th: Clare Loftus-’Restless Night’
10th: Delaney Bojorquez-’Tessellate’
Teen Solo
1st: Ashur Taylor-’Relax’
2nd: Cydney Heard-’Black Mourning’
2nd: Gianna Mojonnier-’Inside Outside’
2nd: Olivia Magni-’Moonlight Sonata’
2nd: Coco Saul-’Transportin’
3rd: Jadyn Saigusa-’Wonderlust’
3rd: Emily Madden-’Vibeology’
3rd: Calli Perryman-’Still Running’
3rd: Michelle Cheng-’Sinking’
3rd: Georgia Ehrlich-’On My Mind’
3rd: Tyler Chiyuto-’Llarona’
3rd: Blanche Arnold-’How To Be Your Own Person’
3rd: Ava Lynn-’Everything’s Alright’
3rd: Addison Middleton-’Dark Dissonance’
4th: Charlotte Cogan-’You’
4th: Hailey Meyers-’Standing Still’
4th: Isiah Bowens-’Miss You’
4th: Avery Hall-’If I Think’
4th: Luke Barrett-’Eden’
4th: Emma Donnelly-’Departure’
4th: Ava Kendall-’Always On My Mind’
5th: Zuzu Duchon-’Twelfth of Never’
5th: Angelika Edejer-’Toxic Thoughts’
5th: Riley Platenberg-’Talking Points’
5th: Annabelle Mang-’One Small Step’
5th: Sabine Nehls-’No Regrets’
5th: Ella Montano-’Lonely’
5th: Natalie Bowen-’I Think I’m Alone Now’
5th: Cade Clark-’I Can’t Move’
5th: Berlynn Gonzalez-’Hero’
5th: Courtney Chiu-’Fever’
5th: Drew Rosen-’Exhalation’
5th: Rachel Polizzotto-’Entrapment’
5th: Raven Alanes-’Confusion’
5th: Mikaella Lopez-’Blues-y’
5th: Izzy Howard-’Amen’
6th: Sophia Oppegard-’You Can’t Leave’
6th: Elle O’Donnell-’Slowly’
6th: Lily Godwin-’Ode to Divorce’
6th: Aubrie Stoehr-’Now I Cry’
6th: Sofia Mah-’Life’
6th: Mia Ibach-’Koladi Ola’
6th: Piper Rovsek-’Innate Abstraction’
6th: Sakura Amano-’I Love You’
6th: Sophia Albornoz-’Even When It Hurts’
6th: Sammi Chung-’eight’
6th: Ella Sheppard-’Do You’
6th: Ally Cheung-’Cut The World’
6th: Kate Seleno-’Curtain Call’
6th: Kayla Harrison-’Crumbling’
7th: Kennedy Blazek-’Zilla’
7th: Libby Haye-’Work Song’
7th: Katelyn Neasham-’Touch’
7th: Sebastian Hsu-Kwan-’Scat’
7th: Lauren Pond-’Satellite Heart’
7th: Aleyna Laba-’Playdoh’
7th: Linda Diaz-’Paper Moon’
7th: Maya Krajicek-’Idea for Strings’
7th: Kennie Shen-’Feeling Good’
7th: Jenna Tarry-’Down The Line’
7th: Ava Thorp-’Blue Notebook’
7th: Emma Hellenkamp-’Blackbird’
7th: Felix Fulton-’A Dream I Can’t Forget’
8th: Dempsey Foxson-’Vain’
8th: Carys Ashby-’The Empress’
8th: Angelica Keamy-’Research’
8th: Melina Gurich-’Net Works’
8th: Raina Wu-’Looking In’
8th: Alexis Olson-’Just Say That’
8th: Gabi D’Ambra-’In For the Kill’
8th: Piper Camm-’Drones’
8th: Scotlynn Potter-’Cinematic Plea for an End’
8th: Ava Saremaslani-’Canvas’
9th: Maile Cochran-’Tesselate’
9th: Jera Linkins-’Put Your Records On’
9th: Kayla Seitel-’Monster’
9th: Alexis Ahn-’Brighter Days’
9th: Brayden Owens-’Tux’
10th: Addyson Smith-’Ecdysis’
10th: Presslie Novits-’Let Me Entertain You’
10th: Siena Riga-’Naked’
10th: Mandy Boaz-’Pink’
10th: Brooklyn Piano-’Solitary’
10th: Destiny Harris-’Up’
Senior Solo
1st: Alex Shulman-’In System’
1st: Ella Horan-’Silk’
2nd: Jade Bucci-’Sacrifice’
3rd: Alexis Weldner-’Release’
3rd: Jemoni Powe-’Second Thought’
4th: Brianna Sanchez-’Stolen’
4th: Charlotte Foldes-’You Forget Everything’
5th: Izzy Burton-’Gimme’
6th: Mallory McKenna-’I’m Lonely’
6th: Julian Menendez-’Note to Self’
6th: Kennedy Barry-’The Distance Between’
7th: Makaila Teagle-’Breathe Into Me’
7th: Vanessa Valenzuela-’Poem About Death’
7th: Bailey Holt-’Rose Water’
8th: Emmy Cheung-’Nostos’
8th: Alex Andrada-’Still In Love’
9th: Nina Sawaya-’All I Wanted’
9th: Lauren Polizzotto-’Distant Echos’
9th: Reese Willis-’Godspeed’
9th: Hannah Averbuck-’Got2BReal’
9th: Savannah Laughton-’Nostalgia’
10th: Izabel Hurtado-’Film Credits’
10th: Aleialanee Ponce De Leon-’Mirrored Heart’
10th: Megan Chie-’You’
Rookie Duo/Trio
1st: Studio Fusion-’Kansas City’
1st: Danceology-’Time of My Life’
2nd: Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts-’Tomorrow’
3rd: Notion Dance Concepts-’MILK $’
Mini Duo/Trio
1st: Mather Dance Company-’Respect’
2nd: Murrieta Dance Project-’Midnight Train’
3rd: Studio X-’Vogue’
3rd: Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts-’We Are’
Junior Duo/Trio
1st: Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts-’And So It Is’
2nd: Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts-’Inception’
3rd: Danceology-’Celloopa’
3rd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Everything Is In Line’
Teen Duo/Trio
1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Make Me High’
2nd: Danceology-’Busy Signal’
3rd: Danceology-’Smile In The Rain’
Senior Duo/Trio
1st: Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts-’Refuse’
2nd: Studio Kin-’The Night We Met’
3rd: Studio Kin-’Never Love Again’
Rookie Group
1st: Danceology-’Ladies Room’
2nd: Mather Dance Company-’Fabulous’
3rd: Danceology-’Kingdom’
Mini Group
1st: Mather Dance Company-’Hot Stuff’
2nd: Danceology-’Happy’
3rd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Searching For...’
Junior Group
1st: Orange County Performing Arts Academy-’Wind It Up’
2nd: Danceology-’Give Yourself In’
2nd: The Rock Center for Dance-’Over The Edge’
3rd: Orange County Performing Arts Academy-’Sing Sing Sing’
Teen Group
1st: Danceology-’Dream of Dreaming’
2nd: The Rock Center for Dance-’Heavenly Bodies’
3rd: West Coast School of the Arts-’All Coming Back’
Senior Group
1st: Mather Dance Company-’We The Soldiers’
2nd: Mather Dance Company-’For All We Know’
3rd: Studio Fusion-’Coconut’
3rd: Academy of Nevada Ballet Theatre-’Those That Follow’
Open Group
1st: Community Dance Training-’The Place You Left’
Rookie Line
1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Inanna’
2nd: The Rock Center for Dance-’Suite Tea’
3rd: Studio Kin-’SK Crew’
Mini Line
1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’6 Out of Six’
2nd: Motion State Studios-’Sisters’
3rd: Danceology-’Time Passing’
Junior Line
1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’All Good People’
2nd: Danceology-’Just Got Paid’
3rd: Danceology-’Backbone’
Teen Line
1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Cadance’
1st: Danceology-’My Hands Are Always Cold’
2nd: The Rock Center for Dance-’Hey!’
3rd: The Rock Center for Dance-’Dark Winter’
3rd: Studio Kin-’Hustle’
Senior Line
1st: Mather Dance Company-’Prisoner’
1st: Mather Dance Company-’Voice of God’
2nd: Danceology-’It’s Weezy’
3rd: Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts-’I’m The Hero’
Mini Extended Line
1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Settle Down’
2nd: Danceology-’Ballroom Blitz’
3rd: The Rock Center for Dance-’Jump Jump!’
3rd: Danceology-’Mary Poppins’
Junior Extended Line
1st: Evoke Dance Movement-’Hold Your Own’
2nd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Better Than Ever’
3rd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Purse First’
Teen Extended Line
1st: Danceology-’Not Today Satan’
2nd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Adios’
3rd: Danceology-’Cha Cha Heels’
Senior Extended Line
1st: Danceology-’Above Below’
2nd: Danceology-’Burn Up The Dance’
3rd: Danceology-’Night Thirst’
Mini Production
1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Mambo Baby’
Junior Production
1st: Danceology-’Rich Girl’
2nd: Danceology-’Blind Faith’
3rd: Danceology-’Level Up’
High Scores by Performance Division:
Rookie Jazz
1st: Danceology-’Ladies Room’ 2nd: Mather Dance Company-’Fabulous’ 3rd: Studio Kin-’Look Out Weekend’
Rookie Ballet
1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Suite Tea’
Rookie Hip-Hop
1st: Studio Kin-’SK Crew’
Rookie Contemporary
1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Inanna’ 2nd: Danceology-’Kingdom’
Rookie Lyrical
1st: Notion Dance Concepts-’Firework’
Mini Jazz
1st: Motion State Studios-’Sisters’ 2nd: Mather Dance Company-’Hot Stuff’ 3rd: Danceology-’Ballroom Blitz’
Mini Ballet
1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’The Invitation’ 2nd: Danceology-’Scarf Dance’ 3rd: Danceology-’Polinaise’
Mini Hip-Hop
1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Jump Jump!’ 2nd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Get Up’ 3rd: Studio Kin-’Pure Water’
Mini Tap
1st: Danceology-’Happy’ 2nd: Danceology-’Luck be A Lady’ 3rd: Danceology-’Word Up’
Mini Contemporary
1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’6 Out of Six’ 2nd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Searching For...’ 3rd: Danceology-’Time Passing’ 3rd: Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts-’Fading Images’
Mini Lyrical
1st: Mather Dance Company-’Roar’ 2nd: Elite Dance and Performing Arts Center-’Beautiful Thing’ 3rd: Studio Kin-’Lighthouse’
Mini Musical Theatre
1st: Danceology-’Mary Poppins’ 2nd: Studio Kin-’Mean & Green’
Mini Ballroom
1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Mambo Baby’ 2nd: Danceology-’Favorite Things’
Mini Specialty
1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Settle Down’ 2nd: The Rock Center for Dance-’Salient’ 3rd: Evoke Dance Movement-’I Think I Love You’
Junior Jazz
1st: Danceology-’Rich Girl’ 2nd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Purse First’ 3rd: Orange County Performing Arts Academy-’Wind It Up’
Junior Ballet
1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Over The Edge’ 2nd: Danceology-’Paquita’ 3rd: Danceology-’Passarinjo’
Junior Hip-Hop
1st: Danceology-’Level Up’ 2nd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Lose Control’
Junior Tap
1st: Danceology-’Just Got Paid’
Junior Contemporary
1st: Danceology-’Blind Faith’ 2nd: The Rock Center for Dance-’All Good People’ 3rd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Hold Your Own’
Junior Lyrical
1st: Mather Dance Company-’Anything Worth Holding’ 2nd: Mather Dance Company-’Salvation’ 3rd: Elite Dance and Performing Arts Center-’You Will Be Found’
Junior Musical Theatre
1st: Danceology-’Black Friday Fiasco’ 2nd: Elite Dance and Performing Arts Center-’Nicest Kids In Town’
Junior Specialty
1st: Evoke Dance Movement-’Better Than Ever’ 2nd: Danceology-’Backbone’ 2nd: Danceology-’Give Yourself In’ 3rd: Orange County Performing Arts Academy-’Sing Sing Sing’
Teen Jazz
1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Shadow Work’ 1st: Orange County Performing Arts Academy-’Boom Pow’ 2nd: Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts-’Feeling Super Down’ 3rd: Murrieta Dance Project-’Sweet Melody’
Teen Ballet
1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Dark Winter’
Teen Hip-Hop
1st: Studio Kin-’Hustle’ 2nd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Diva’ 3rd: Studio Kin-’All That Matters’
Teen Tap
1st: Danceology-’Mr. Blue Sky’
Teen Contemporary
1st: Danceology-’My Hands Are Always Cold’ 2nd: The Rock Center for Dance-’Hey!’ 3rd: The Rock Center for Dance-’Heavenly Bodies’
Teen Lyrical
1st: West Coast School of the Arts-’All Coming Back’ 2nd: Mather Dance Company-’Overdose’ 3rd: Mather Dance Company-’Out of Hiding’
Teen Musical Theatre
1st: Danceology-’Not Today Satan’ 2nd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Singular Sensation’ 3rd: Elite Dance and Performing Arts Center-’Footloose’
Teen Ballroom
1st: Danceology-’Cha Cha Heels’ 2nd: The Rock Center for Dance-’Movimento’
Teen Specialty
1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Cadance’ 2nd: Danceology-’Dream of Dreaming’ 3rd: Danceology-’Passage’
Senior Jazz
1st: Mather Dance Company-’Prisoner’ 2nd: Danceology-’Night Thirst’ 3rd: West Coast School of the Arts-’How Come U Don’t Call Me Anymore?’
Senior Hip-Hop
1st: Danceology-’It’s Weezy’
Senior Contemporary
1st: Mather Dance Company-’We The Soldiers’ 2nd: Academy of Nevada Ballet Theatre-’Those That Follow’ 3rd: Danceology-’Above Below’ 3rd: Studio Fusion-’Weight of Silence’
Senior Lyrical
1st: Mather Dance Company-’Voice of God’ 2nd: Mather Dance Company-’For All We Know’
Senior Specialty
1st: Studio Fusion-’Coconut’ 2nd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Terrified’
Senior Ballroom
1st: Danceology-’Burn Up The Dance’
Best of Radix:
Rookie
The Rock Center for Dance-’Inanna’
Danceology-’Ladies Room’
Mather Dance Company-’Fabulous’
Studio Kin-’SK Crew’
Notion Dance Concepts-’Firework’
Mini
The Rock Center for Dance-’6 Out of Six’
Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts-’Fading Images’
Evoke Dance Movement-’Searching For...’
Danceology-’Happy’
Mather Dance Company-’Hot Stuff’
Motion State Studios-’Sisters’
Junior
Evoke Dance Movement-’Hold Your Own’
The Rock Center for Dance-’All Good People’
Danceology-’Rich Girl’
Orange County Performing Arts Academy-’Wind It Up’
Mather Dance Company-’Anything Worth Holding’
Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts-’Hey Hi Hello’
Motion State Studios-’Always, Forever’
Murrieta Dance Project-’Luminous’
Teen
Academy of Nevada Ballet Theater-’The Great Realization’
Danceology-’Not Today Satan’
The Rock Center for Dance-’Hey!’
West Coast School of the Arts-’All Coming Back’
Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts-’The Need for One Another’
Studio Kin-’Hustle’
Murrieta Dance Project-’Memories’
Elite Dance and Performing Arts Center-’Change’
Mather Dance Company-’Overdose’
Orange County Performing Arts Academy-’No Ordinary Love’
Evoke Dance Movement-’Adios’
Senior
Mather Dance Company-’We The Soldiers’
Evoke Dance Movement-’Terrified’
Murrieta Dance Project-’Echos’
Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts-’I’m The Hero’
Danceology-’Above Below’
Academy of Nevada Ballet Theatre-’Those That Follow’
Studio Fusion-’Coconut’
West Coast School of the Arts-’How Come U Don’t Call Me Anymore?’
Studio Standout:
Studio Kin-’Hustle’
Mather Dance Company-’We The Soldiers’
Evoke Dance Movement-’Adios’
Elite Dance and Performing Arts Center-’Change’
Danceology-’Not Today Satan’
Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts-’I’m The Hero’
The Rock Center for Dance-’Hey!’
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The Holt and Winter family should have worked together on the outside. Like Marie and Jacs, Brayden and Danny, I would have loved to have seen it
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4. Do any of your muses have children? 7. Do any of your muses have advanced degrees? (Ie: Master’s, doctorate, etc.) 12. Which two of your muses would make the best couple? 23. Which muse have you written for the longest amount of time? 32. Are any of your muses business owners? 41. Have any of your muses won any awards in their field or are they notable in their professional success? 46. Have any of your muses ever killed someone? 48. Which muse is your ‘main muse’ or the one you find yourself writing the most often lately?
Multi-muse meme questions! @residualed
Do any of your muses have children? Yes! Canon children include: Angie (Danny), Bea (Debbie, deceased in most verses), Bree (Andrew & Danielle), Doreen (Joshua, as often than not write her before his birth), Elizabeth (Jack, sometimes will write her post-Jack Senior but without Jr), Gabrielle (so many, so complicated, usually will write her pre-any children), John (usually write pre-kids unless single-dad verse), Kate (adopted niece & bio baby, write her before and after), Katherine (Dylan x 2, it's complicated), Liz (Sophie & Artie, estranged), Marie (Danny, deceased in most verses). But also many additional children in various other verses.
Do any of your muses have advanced degrees? (ie: Master’s, doctorate, etc.) Amy (Masters in Social Work), Bridget (Masters in Forensic Psychology), Harley (Masters in Addiction Studies), Lucy (JD/MBA - Juris Doctor degree & Master in Business Administration), Tara (PhD in Forensic Psychology)
Which two of your muses would make the best couple? Some maybes outside of canon couples — Justino/John/Rosemary/Lucy/Trixie in some combination, Bridget & Amy, Franky/Amy & Elizabeth, Daisy/Rosemary & Delia, Amy & Harley/Kate, Lucy & Robin/Patsy
Which muse have you written for the longest amount of time? Matt, Nyssa, Daisy, Delia
Are any of your muses business owners? Bree (catering), John (gardening), Marie (brothels)
Have any of your muses won any awards in their field or are they notable in their professional success? Lucy (a variety of military awards/commendations, including Meritorious Service Medals, Army Achievement/Commendation Medals, Afghanistan Campaign Medal), Rosemary (numerous acting awards in modern verse)
Which muse is your ‘main muse’ or the one you find yourself writing the most often lately? It varies but overall — Franky, Bea, Allie, Amy, Delia, Justino, John, Kate, Robin
Have any of your muses ever killed someone? Under the cut because I have some followers who are only part-way through Wentworth — major spoilers so only go below the cut if you're fully up to date or don't care about Wentworth spoilers!
11/Jack/Leslie/Matt/Sonia/Zara (endless amounts), Allie (shot Sean Brody during prison siege), Bea (stabbed Jacs Holt in the neck with a pen, shot Brayden Holt), Boomer (smothered Liz in mercy killing after she suffers a stroke), Franky (accidentally stabbed Meg Jackson during prison riot), Katherine (shot Wayne Davis, her abusive ex-husband, whilst being held hostage by him), Kaz (knocked Sonia Stevens off a roof in defence of Liz), Liz (ran her mother-in-law over with a tractor), Marie (once directly alone and once with someone else, numerous people indirectly), all canon Criminal Minds muses/J'onn/Lucy/Nyssa in a work context, Rita (in a work context, also beat Zara Drago to death to defend Ruby)
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Happy Accident 3/3
My Writing Fandom: Arrow Characters: Oliver Queen, Laurel Lance, Thea Queen, Susan Brayden, Adrian Chase, Susan Williams, Quentin Lance, Talia al Ghul, Curtis Holt, Rene Ramirez, Rory Regan Pairing: Laurel Lance/Oliver Queen Summary: Felicity’s punch has consequences no one intended, driving Oliver to take drastic measures with their own unexpected result. *Can be read on AO3, link in bio*
Laurel didn’t know what to think upon stepping through yet another strange portal into their base to find a couple strangers standing there. She’d heard the others mention recruits, of course, but it seemed odd not finding her teammates there waiting for them. At least, not both her old teammates.
Thea stood from a chair at the computer monitors, arms crossing as she eyed Laurel with a mix of mistrust and pain. “Rene and Rory filled me in. So, any sudden, overpowering need to kill a person yet?”
“Aside from your usual moods,” one of the men added. Laurel cringed; Iris had told her that a number of the others’ Earth-2 doppelgangers had also been criminals, but she did not love being judged as one herself.
“Where’s Felicity?” The other man asked.
“Felicity is taking a leave of absence,” Oliver answered simply, which Laurel thought was probably for the best rather than getting into details. She was still shocked it had even happened. “And we’ll be monitoring the situation with Laurel to see if the Lotus is necessary and if we can acquire more of it.”
The first man raised his eyebrows. “I thought the plan was bring her back, lock her in a cell.”
“Well, considering I haven’t even been read my charges let alone my rights, I’m not sure I agree with that plan,” Laurel decided to interject. “There’s also the fact that I’m not really who you think I am. When Ollie tried to bring back my doppelganger, it didn’t work, but somehow he found my soul and brought me back instead.”
“And you are…?” The second of the two men asked.
Oliver stepped up beside her and laid a hand at the small of her back. “Rory, Rene, I’d like you to meet the Dinah Laurel Lance original to Earth-1, the Black Canary and someone very important to me.”
The one she could guess was named Rory gave a start; Rene looked skeptical; but in that moment, Laurel really only had eyes for Thea, who gasped and swayed a half-step forward before catching herself.
“You’re really…?”
Laurel nodded, a smile growing on her face as Thea rushed forward.
Before her friend’s arms could circle round her however, Rene called out. “Wait a minute. Hoss, how do we know she isn’t just playing you again?”
“I mean, the Flash team thinks it’s her, so if she’s not that’s gonna be awkward,” Curtis remarked finally. “I mean, I only met Laurel — the real Laurel — once. I only met her doppelganger once, too, so that doesn’t help much, I guess. But if I had to say which one this Laurel reminds me of more, it’s probably the real one. I think?”
“Thanks, Curtis,” Oliver said, not doing much to disguise how insincerely that was meant. “Laurel - this Laurel - knows things that only the version I knew would really be aware of. Cisco tested that for himself as well.”
“Maybe people would feel better with one more test?” Rory suggested.
“I’ve got something,” Thea said. She turned to Laurel and asked, “What did I tell you about Alex compared to Roy?”
It took Laurel a moment to recall, but she nearly laughed when she did. “That you’d be surprised who uses more tongue?” Beside her, Ollie pulled a disgusted face.
“It’s you,” Thea declared, then practically squealed as she launched herself into Laurel’s arms. Laurel grinned from ear to ear as she hugged her friend back just as tightly. This, in some ways, truly felt like a homecoming.
Thea pulled back abruptly, her eyes darting from Laurel to Oliver and back again. “But this is — I mean you guys — did you tell her?”
“Tell me what?” Laurel asked, looking back at Oliver who had gone a remarkable pink color.
“One thing at a time,” he said. “First thing’s first; Thea, I’m gonna need your help drafting a proposal.”
“Okay. To City Council?”
“To the President of the United States.”
More than a few jaws dropped, and Laurel waited for Oliver to break or otherwise indicate he was joking. Yet apparently he wasn’t.
As it turned out, only the previous month Oliver’s team, Barry’s team and Sara and her crew had all repelled an alien invasion — because of course there were aliens — along with a different alien from a totally separate world and had been declared heroes by the President. Who had been the Vice President, last thing Laurel knew.
Ollie’s plan was to use that goodwill from their Commander in Chief to parlay some kind of deal for Laurel to receive immunity against being prosecuted. It wasn’t a terrible idea, all things considered, except for one small problem.
“This might just cover me for everything I did as Black Canary in the past, but it’s not going to hold up for anything I continue to do.”
Oliver looked at her. “What do you mean?”
“I mean when I go back out in the field with you guys. I’m going back out there,” she added before he could even start. To her annoyance, the Queen siblings shared an uneasy look. “I understand that what happened last spring was traumatic. It was for me, too. But I am not going to let some kind of fear from what Darhk did to me make me waste my second shot at life.”
“We know,” Thea said. “We just — it’s been hard without you. I haven’t even been going out in the field much. Things were rough.”
Laurel rubbed Thea’s shoulder with one hand. “I’m sorry, and I’m glad you’re giving yourself some space to figure things out. But I don’t need time off. In fact, I’m pretty sure you need as many hands on deck as possible,” she added to Oliver, “considering Felicity is taking time off and John also doesn’t seem to be around.”
Oliver and Thea both looked down. “John’s in prison.”
“What?”
“He was framed by a superior officer,” Thea said. “Cause he went back for a fourth tour. Like I said, things were rough.”
Laurel couldn’t believe what she was hearing. John couldn’t be sitting in prison; he had a family to take care of, a daughter to watch grow up. “Can we get him pardoned with me?”
“I have a friend working on his case,” Oliver told her. “That’s the best hope we have for him right now.”
Privately, Laurel made a note to review said case and said friend’s handling of it so far, but there wasn’t much else she could say now without knowing all the facts. She’d have to see John as soon as she was allowed to walk about without risk of ending up the block above or below him.
All too soon, Laurel found herself standing in one of Oliver’s beta sites in front of a large screen that currently displayed the president’s seal. Oliver stood beside her dressed in his Green Arrow uniform.
The screen finally changed, showing President Brayden sitting at her desk in the Oval Office. “Green Arrow, Miss Lance.”
“Madame President,” Oliver said. “Thank you for agreeing to meet with us in this manner.”
“I’ll admit, there was some debate on my part as to whether I should insist on a meeting face-to-face. This is a very sensitive matter. But why don’t you explain from the beginning what happened to you back in April, Miss Lance?”
Laurel nodded, taking a deep breath as she recalled the story they had practiced. She didn’t relish getting to lie to the president, but all of them had agreed that the less world governments knew about the Lazarus Pits, the better. “Last April, I was taken from the hospital by men working for Damien Darhk. I guess they must have substituted some kind of fake body or something for me to make everyone think I had died. According to them, since I had lived, he wasn’t done punishing my father for betraying him. But I guess Darhk was killed before he could make good on his promise
“I was moved from place to place. They didn’t seem to know what they were going to do with me, and there wasn’t a good window of escape for a long time. I wasn’t tortured, but they would starve me or leave me without water for periods of time, and I was still recovering from my injuries.
“What allowed me to finally escape was me discovering my metahuman abilities.”
“And these are?”
She’d been expecting that question; she and Oliver had agreed it was best to be forthcoming about this development so it didn’t look like she’d been concealing something on purpose from the Commander in Chief. “I can produce screams at loud enough frequencies that the sound waves are visible and can physically impact a target. I’d offer to demonstrate, but I imagine that wouldn’t be very good for your speakers.”
“No, probably not,” Brayden agreed wryly. “And upon escaping, you returned to your city and your team.”
“Yes, Madame President,” Oliver confirmed. “We were unbelievably grateful to have Laurel back with us. But we’re afraid to lose her again.”
“Green Arrow and the others wanted me to ask you for a pardon,” Laurel said. “But if I was granted one, it wouldn’t allow me to continue to operate as Black Canary.”
“And that’s something you wish to do.”
“Yes. Being the Black Canary is a part of me, and it’s the best way I know how to help people.” Laurel shrugged. “As much as I have loved being a lawyer, I know there’s no practice or District Attorney’s office that would take a publicly known vigilante. A lot of other jobs would be leery of it, too. That’s why I have a proposal.”
President Brayden steepled her hands together and leaned a little closer towards the camera. “I’m listening.”
“I understand that last month you gave an address commending my fellow heroes. You see the need for what we do, but I imagine there are some in Washington who don’t like the idea of trusting us blindly.” Laurel laid a hand over her chest. “With my identity known, I could act as a liaison of sorts between my team and your administration. I’m accountable to both sides since everyone knows who I am.”
Brayden thought for a few moments. “That would be a tremendous responsibility for you to take on, answering for any of the actions your fellows take.”
“It would be my honor to represent each and every one of them, Madame President,” Laurel said. Okay, so she didn’t actually know Rene or Rory or even Curtis all that well, let alone most of the people Sara traveled with. But Laurel trusted Oliver and Sara’s judgement in who they would choose to fight alongside them.
“And we would be honored to have Laurel representing us,” Oliver added. “Not one of us is going to take the trust she, you or the greater public have placed in us for granted.”
“Let me say that this arrangement is an attractive idea,” Brayden finally said. “But I will need time to discuss it with my advisors. You can expect a call from me as to my final decision within two days, Black Canary. Thank you for your time.” With that, the president signed off.
“I think that went well?” Laurel said, turning to Oliver.
“I’m inclined to agree. No matter what happens, though, we’ll handle it,” Oliver told her.
A week of negotiations ensued. All the details of Laurel’s new appointment had to be worked out; how and when and to which agency or body Laurel would be reporting to, what she was expected to disclose and what infringed on the other’s expectations of privacy. She remained down in the beta site the entire time, visits from Thea or Oliver with food and reminders to sleep breaking up the monotony of video calls and working out, testing the limits of the body she had woken up in. She really was going to have to send a blood sample to Caitlin for analysis; whether it was the meta gene or something about Earth 2, she felt stronger and more durable than ever, and part of her was itching to get out into a real fight to see for herself.
She took a round trip on a private plane to sign the final documents in D.C., shaking hands with President Brayden immediately after doing so while Secret Service members stood incredibly close. She supposed a metahuman would present a highly unique risk to the life of their charge.
“I’m hopeful that this is the start of a beautiful partnership, Laurel,” the president told her as the White House cameraman snapped their picture for the next morning’s press release. Laurel would not be attending since she would be in a special closed court session back home getting her death overturned.
“I’m hoping with you, Madame President.”
It was still early evening when she arrived back in Starling even though a whole day had passed for her. “I’m exhausted, and I miss a real bed,” she admitted to Oliver, who had been waiting just outside the tarmac to pick her up. She was sure once she had fallen into the cot in the beta site she wouldn’t care what she was sleeping on, but right now with her freedom very nearly secured, she longed for those kind of simple comforts.
“Why don’t you come back with me instead?” He asked.
Laurel stilled for a moment, then gave a quiet, “Okay.”
She was still so confused about what was going on with Oliver. She had wanted to chalk up his happiness, the frequent touching and the near-constant praise to just the newness of her being back, but it had been nearly two weeks and there was no sign of it slowing. Then there was the sort of excited buzzing about Thea seemed to do whenever Oliver so much as entered the same room as Laurel. Laurel recognized the behavior from Thea’s childhood; she had a secret, and she wanted to tell it. If she hadn’t been so busy working out the details of her new life as a publicly sanctioned vigilante, Laurel would have demanded her friend just tell her already.
Stranger still was the continued lack of Felicity’s presence and Oliver’s continued lack of seeming to care about that. Laurel had honestly thought the couple would have made up by now and resumed their lives together, yet her resurrection had seen them further apart than ever. She didn’t have the whole story yet; Laurel knew something had happened to a man named Billy who Felicity had obviously cared for, and there also appeared to be tension surrounding the way Felicity and Oliver had been clashing on leading the team’s new recruits, but Laurel would have thought Oliver would be devastated to be experiencing even more troubles with the love of his life. What exactly was she missing here?
All these thoughts were running through her mind as Oliver parked the car in the garage attached to his new home as the Mayor of Star City. He came around to lead her up through the house and to what looked to be an unused guest bedroom. Laurel bid him goodnight and climbed beneath the covers, letting herself succumb to sleep. Tomorrow was going to be an extremely important day, and Laurel wanted to be prepared for it.
She woke up to Oliver’s soft knock on her door the next morning, a breakfast tray in his hands. Laurel smiled and combed some of her hair back from her face. “Breakfast in bed? Careful, I might not want to go back to my apartment.”
“Well, I wouldn’t mind the company,” he replied, his eyes soft once again as he gazed at her. Laurel took a bite of her eggs so she wouldn’t be expected to reply. “I also thought you might like to call your dad before the big announcement from the president this morning.” He took out his phone and a piece of paper, setting both down on the edge of her bed. “That’s the number to the rehab facility.”
“Thank you, Ollie. For everything. Really, it’s kind of impossible to sum up how much I owe you for all this.”
Oliver shook his head. “You don’t owe me a thing. It’s what you deserve from me.”
She was speechless again. Laurel looked down, taking up the paper and fiddling with it.
“I’ll let you make that call,” Oliver said, backing out of the room.
Laurel willed the heat rising up her neck and into her cheeks back down as she tapped each number in its sequence. She waited as it rang twice before a woman with a pleasantly calm voice answered. “Evergreen Care Center, how can I help you today?”
“Hi, my father is staying at your facility right now, and I was hoping to speak to him. Quentin Lance?”
“Date of birth?”
Laurel gave it, followed by his phone number and the last four digits of his social. She’d memorized such information years ago after her mother had left them and Laurel had realized she would be his designated representative in any emergency situation.
“Let’s see here. Oh, yes, we do have Quentin with us. I’ll see if he’s up to a phone call this morning,” the woman replied, and Laurel felt her heart sink lower in her chest. She should have called sooner. “One moment, please.”
Laurel waited as she was put on hold, her fingers drumming on the bedspread a counterpoint to the soothing music that played. Eventually it cut out, and her father’s voice — tired to her ears — came on the line.
“Sara? You’re back in town?”
Laurel’s lips pressed together for a moment before she answered, “I’m not Sara, daddy.”
She heard a sharp gasp, then a thump that had her worried, but her dad asked, “Laurel?”
“Mm-hm. I’m alive. Ollie — it’s complicated — but Ollie found out about another Pit, and I’m okay now.”
“Oh, God. Oh, thank God. You — I’ve missed you so much, missed your voice, baby. Where are you?”
“I’m in the city. Listen, I’m going to get myself declared alive again today, and I’ll come visit. Please don’t check out of this place, dad. If you need it, you need it. I want you to get the help you need.”
“I needed you, honey,” he argued. “This stuff, this was just to keep me going. But I’ll be fine with you back, I promise.”
“When does the program end?” She asked.
“Nother two weeks,” was his grudging reply.
“Then just do the two weeks. I’ll still be here. I want you to learn how to do this without me or Sara, because you know we lead crazy lives. Anything could happen.”
“Hey, you just said you’re still gonna be there.”
“I know.” There was a knock on her doorframe, and Laurel looked up. Thea was standing there with a suit bag that was probably holding her court clothes. “I need to get ready for my appointment. We’ll talk about this when I come see you, okay? I love you.”
“I love you too, honey. I never said it enough, before, but I- you’re my world, Laurel.”
She swallowed down the lump in her throat and said, “I’ll see you soon, dad.” Laurel drew in a breath as she hung up and let it out before getting up and facing Thea. “Okay. Shower?”
“Bathroom’s down the hall to the left,” Thea told her.
Laurel took a quick one, realizing belatedly that she had left the suit bag with Thea in her temporary room. She pinned her hair up and wrapped a towel around herself, hoping to sneak down the hall unnoticed. But as she drew up towards the guest bedroom door, she heard voices.
“I can’t believe you still haven’t told her,” Thea complained.
“It’s not exactly something that comes up in a normal conversation,” Oliver replied.
“Yeah, but how you feel at least? Ollie, you have a real chance to be happy, and I don’t want to see you walk away from that because you think you’re unworthy or something like that.”
As much as Laurel desperately wanted to know what Oliver’s response to that would be, she was hearing a conversation that was clearly meant to be private. She was also in danger of running late if she didn’t get dressed soon, not to mention that she was starting to get a little cold out in the hall with nothing but a towel on.
So Laurel pushed the door open the full way. “If I can have the room for a few minutes?”
The Queen siblings looked her way, but only Oliver sucked in a sharp breath. His eyes unmistakably flicked up and down her body for a moment, and Laurel flushed with heat a second time that morning at the way he licked his lips.
Thea crossed between them, but it wasn’t until she called, “Ollie, coming?” that either of them seemed to snap out of it.
“Right. Uh, sorry.”
Laurel backed up to give him room as he practically fled out into the hall, and she thought she caught Thea smirking as her younger friend shut the door. Laurel fanned her face with one hand as she grabbed her clothes to finally change.
Her day in court was short-lived considering all she was being required to do was appear in person and give the judge the written version of the statement she had delivered to the president, signed by both herself and Brayden. Judge Moore reviewed the document before adding her own signature.
“Welcome back to the land of the living, Miss Lance.”
Laurel smirked. Moore couldn’t know how literally that statement applied to her case. “Thank you, judge.”
She was shepherded into the car around the side of the courthouse. “Brayden’s press conference just finished up,” Thea told her. “You’re officially the world’s first publically-sanctioned hero. You ready for a gig in PR?”
“I guess we’ll find out tonight,” Laurel answered. Oliver had scheduled a gala for tonight, ostensibly to check in with some of the higher-society constituents, but really to serve as Laurel’s reintroduction to Star City. It was strange how fast everything seemed to move now that she was alive again. And she was so, so glad for it. Her life had always been messy and complicated and confusing. She hadn’t known what to do with all that peace.
---
Adrian Chase had a problem. And he hadn’t planned for problems.
Everything he had worked for these last five years, every piece he had put in place, had ensured that Oliver was walking right down the path he had designed for him without even knowing it, all the while thinking he had a fighting chance. There simply weren’t room for mistakes.
But one had apparently been made, and as the morning news told him, it all came down to Dinah Laurel Lance.
Adrian had been satisfied overall with the Black Siren’s performance and the effect she had worked on Oliver and his team, the trauma that having to fight a woman that looked like their departed friend had brought on. Even if he had had to remind the woman of her place now and then, she had always been meant as more of a blunt instrument than anything. Something to let out and play for a while before she was rounded up by ARGUS’ agents.
At least, that was what Adrian had assumed had happened to her. That had been his first mistake.
Next had been not trying harder to learn why Oliver had taken a sudden trip out of the country or why he had come back looking as though he were walking on clouds. Strange, considering that his spying had informed him that Felicity Smoak was no longer going to the Green Arrow’s base of operations. If Oliver’s team had truly splintered so badly, what could he be happy about?
In his guise as DA, he had had no luck getting his ‘friend’ to open up to him about it, or the impromptu press conference and gala he had scheduled two weeks after his strange behavior had begun. All Oliver had said was, “You’ll see.”
And he was seeing it now. He was seeing her right on his television screen.
“President Brayden, surprising the nation and perhaps the world this morning with a stunning revelation — Star City’s own Dinah Laurel Lance is alive and well. In a written statement, Miss Lance explains that she was taken captive by men associated with the late terrorist Damien Darhk and managed to escape only last month. Lance was famously exposed by her friend Mayor Oliver Queen as the vigilante known as the Black Canary. In the president’s release, she indicated that not only will charges not be brought against Black Canary, but instead Miss Lance will be taking on the role of official liaison between the Capitol and the growing roster of masked men and women we have seen take place over the years. We at Channel 52 say welcome back, Miss Lance, and Star City should be happy to know their Canary has flown home.”
He wanted to break something. How dare that woman? Who did she think she was, turning her back on him after he had rescued her from the Flash’s pipeline and running into Oliver’s arms? What sort of game was she playing?
Since he was on the guest list for Oliver’s gala tonight, he intended to find out. After all, he was pretty sure who the guest of honor was going to be.
Sure enough, that night Adrian stood in a crowd that applauded as Oliver led who everyone thought was their miraculously returned hero up to a podium with her arm looped through his. His eyes practically shined as he let Laurel go and stood just off to the side to give her the floor.
“Thank you,” she began, a picture of grace and humility. She had perfected her act in the weeks since Adrian had seen her last, and he would be hard-pressed to tell the difference now between her and the original. He could acknowledge a guise well done.
“I’m thankful and relieved to be able to stand here in front of you all tonight and be welcomed back to my home. I can’t wait to get back to work making this city the best that it can be, and I hope you all feel the same.
“I’ve been doing everything I can to catch up on what I missed while I was gone. One of those things is the significant damage done to the Glades district last spring, a section of our city which has already suffered too much over the years. There is a donation plate available tonight to help fund the relief efforts Oliver and his administration have put in place. Please consider giving if you are able.
“That’s all I really have to say at this time. I’d rather speak to you all personally. I ask that the questions about my captivity be limited. It’s not exactly a period of my life that I want to dwell on.”
Adrian fought down a smirk at that. Clever, he had to give her that.
“Thank you.” Laurel Lance stepped back from the podium and rejoined Oliver as the two made their way out to the floor to speak with groups of people here and there. They made a fine couple, which begged the question: what had she told Oliver? How had she convinced him to go along with this? Adrian had clearly underestimated the power even a shadow of the woman Oliver had lost last year would have over him.
Eventually, the pair of them made their way around the room to where he stood. “Laurel, this is Adrian Chase, my DA.”
“Well, it’s good to meet you.” There was not a hint of recognition in her features. Did she hope that here, in public, they were trapped into playing their roles, that he wouldn’t be able to get the truth out of her?
For now, he smiled politely. “You as well.”
“Adrian’s agreed to help with John’s case,” Oliver added in an undertone.
Her eyes lit up. “I was hoping to hear more of the details on that.”
Well that was interesting. Was she angling to speak with him now?
“I’d be happy to get such an accomplished lawyer’s position on it. Who knows? If things had been different, we could’ve been working this together,” Adrian said, his one hand clenched right where it rested in his pocket as she failed to give any hint that she understood his double meaning. “If I could borrow Miss Lance for a moment, Oliver? Shop talk, you could call it.”
“That’s fine with me. I’m sure you and Laurel have a lot to say on the subject. I’ll just be making the rounds.” With a last smile in Laurel Lance’s direction, the man turned and walked back through the crowd.
“It’s a little loud in here, don’t you think?” Adrian asked, not waiting for an answer before he turned and left the main hall. There was a smaller, unused room in the venue just across the hall, a few tables and chairs being stored and little else. It would do.
“So, Oliver told me you were able to have John remain here by invoking the Star City charter,” she said as she entered the room.
Adrian rolled his eyes. “What exactly is your plan here?”
She blinked. “I’m sorry?”
“You can drop the act, Siren,” he said, stepping closer and lowering his voice. “I highly doubt Oliver is listening in considering how well you’ve apparently wrapped him around your finger. I have to wonder how you did it.”
She stared at him. “How do you know about Black Siren?”
Adrian was about fed up with the games. “How does the man who sprung you from a four-by-four cell know who you are? You can play dumb with Oliver, but it won’t work on me.”
“You’re Prometheus,” she breathed, and the shock looked so genuine, he found himself honestly wondering if she somehow hadn’t known, no matter that he knew she did.
“I’m glad you’re caught up, but you seem to need a reminder of who exactly is in charge here,” Adrian said, reaching swiftly to circle his hand around her throat.
Her eyes bulged as her nails dug sharply into his hand. He threw her down before her kick could connect with his side; he just felt the scrape of her heel against his pant leg.
“This new life you’re trying to build yourself here on this Earth, you wouldn’t have it without me. I can take it away just as easily.”
She shot up and lunged at him immediately, and Adrian sidestepped her, letting her careen straight into one of the tables. The crash did not seem to faze her, for she whirled around and was on him before he could dodge a second time, clawing and punching at every bit of him she could reach. Her eyes were wild, and without his training he might have been overwhelmed.
But he rammed her with his shoulder to send her staggering back, one of her heels snapping.
Adrian straightened his jacket, reaching into an inner pocket for his stars as she rallied, lips pulled back in an animalistic snarl.
One thing was finally clear: this was not the Black Siren. This was something else. Something worse.
---
Oliver walked through the throng of people, nodding in acknowledgement whenever he caught the eye of someone he and Laurel had already spoken to. So far, the night had gone off without a hitch, for which he was immensely grateful. Laurel deserved a night of celebration like this.
He kept waiting for some sign that he was dreaming again, some indication that it was all about to be ripped away. He didn’t get lucky like this, not ever.
There was so much he wanted to say to her, it was hard to put the feeling into words. Thea made it sound so easy, but then Thea didn’t know how he had failed to let Laurel know what she meant to him that night in the hospital when she confessed her own feelings. Feelings she hadn’t spoken of or acted on since. Not even now that he and Felicity were well and truly estranged.
He had expected to feel more regret over that, but truthfully it had made some things easier. The recruits had started shaping up more, whether that was out of fear of being kicked off the team or what he couldn’t exactly say. But he was glad to be able to feel in control of this unit he had agreed to take on. Thea was coming down to the base more to borrow the training area, too, and he had a feeling she was inching back towards the life of Speedy now that her partner in the field had returned. With Laurel’s new role official, she would be joining them down in the bunker rather than the beta site as well. It would be good to have more people with experience than just himself out there.
But how to show Laurel that, that he was happy and hopeful about the future again? And a future with her. It wasn’t even a question of if he should tell her; he didn’t think he could hide the way he felt for very long. When she had come back to her room that morning looking so much like the dream he had had, Oliver had forgotten how to breathe for a moment. Forgotten, too, that he was not her fiancé with the permission to look upon her with awe and desire.
She deserved to know. He just had to get over this old fear of his, convince himself he wouldn’t screw it up this time, and tell her.
Oliver wandered the perimeter of the room as these thoughts played out in his head until he found himself standing near the door he had made note that Adrian and Laurel had left through. He wanted to be able to catch her when she came back, missing her by his side already.
“I was starting to wonder if I might catch you alone.”
He froze. “Susan…”
It was not that he had forgotten the reporter he had taken on a date. But guilt churned in his stomach all the same as he turned to face her fully. There was no reason for it; Laurel had been, as far as he had known, beyond his reach in this life, and had given her deathbed blessing to him finding happiness without her — even if she had felt that would be with Felicity at the time.
“You must be really happy to have her back,” Susan said.
“I am,” he answered with a small smile he couldn’t help. He felt guilt towards Susan as well, considering what he knew was really in his heart. He should have called her to end things before now. “Listen, about, um—”
Susan held up a hand to stop his halting attempt. “It’s been nice, Oliver, but I’d have to be blind not to see what Laurel Lance means to you. And I’m big enough to know there’s little point getting in between that.” She smirked as she added, “Probably better I don’t get too heavily involved with the politician I’m trying to cover anyway.”
Oliver nodded. “Thank you. Really.”
She nodded and turned to leave. The relief that Oliver felt was cut short when he heard a loud crash from somewhere out in the venue. Susan pivoted on the balls of her feet.
“What was that?”
“I’m not sure.” Oliver slipped out of the door, unsurprised when Susan followed him. He was fairly certain it had come from the room directly ahead. “Stay behind me, okay?” He asked as he cautiously approached the door, which had been left just slightly ajar. He peered through the gap, eyes widening in alarm at what he saw.
Adrian stood in the middle of the floor, his suit and hair rumpled and a split lip slowly leaking blood. And Laurel, missing one shoe and the other snapped off at the heel, struggled to free the skirt of her dress from where it was pinned to the wall by three throwing stars.
“I’d love to understand what you really are, but Oliver isn’t ready to know my secret yet. I’m afraid there’ll be need for a fresh grave in Starling Cemetery.” Adrian flicked his wrist with practiced ease, another star sailing through the air.
Oliver threw the door open and leapt in front, remembering Susan’s presence at the last minute. He forced his instinct to snatch the weapon out of the air down, instead letting it slash his upper-left arm, teeth gritting at the pain. But the weapon clattered uselessly several feet from Laurel.
He turned to see Adrian’s shocked gaze, and Oliver willed his voice to remain steady as he asked, “What’s the meaning of this?”
Adrian’s answer was cut off by the rip of fabric, and Oliver ducked as Laurel released a sonic scream, features contorted with blind rage. Adrian fell to it, hands clapped over his ears as he cried out in agony.
Laurel marched towards him, her intent to worsen Adrian’s suffering clear. Oliver reached out and caught her around the waist. “Laurel! Laurel, stop!”
The scream died, and she blinked as if coming back to herself. “I- I wasn’t — oh, God.”
“Hey, it‘s okay.” He rubbed her back as she sagged against his shoulder. It was clear what must have happened; the blood lust had been triggered during whatever fight had broken out here. He was just glad he had intervened in time to keep a life off her conscious. Even if it was the life of a man who must have had some sort of long game to betray Oliver planned. Who really was Adrian Chase?
He caught Susan’s eye as she surveyed the whole scene and asked, “Can you call 911?”
She nodded. “I take it the DA is actually our Throwing Star Killer,” Susan remarked, gesturing to the weapons still in the wall, little strips of Laurel’s dress hanging from them.
“Looks like it,” he agreed. “I don’t have a statement on that just now. I, uh, I’ll see what the police are able to find out about it.”
They stuck around long enough to see Adrian taken away. He was only just beginning to stir as he was led away in handcuffs to be looked over at the hospital before being transferred into the SCPD’s custody. Oliver also placed a discrete call to Lyla’s office to see what ARGUS could do about assuming jurisdiction over the case as soon as possible. Adrian knew far too much, even if Oliver didn’t yet understand how.
Laurel’s other shoe was located, and he helped her to hobble towards the back entrance of the venue, hoping to shield her from as much of the press as possible. The last thing needed right now was the press photographing her in a dress with the skirt torn halfway up her thigh.
The driver took them back to his place. Oliver knew it was likely only Laurel’s shock at how she had lost control that was keeping her from asking to be dropped off at either the beta site or the old apartment Thea still owned. She would probably return to the latter soon if he didn’t say anything. Didn’t make any kind of sign.
Once they were inside, Laurel bent down and undid the straps that were barely holding her broken shoes on. “Well, some night,” she remarked with her head still tilted down, hair half-hiding her face.
“It wouldn’t be Star City if something eventful didn’t happen,” he replied. “Was, uh, was that the first time you’ve used…”
“The sonic scream? On purpose, yeah. I didn’t really know how strong it would be. I could’ve killed him.” Her eyes had a haunted look to them as she continued, “One second we were just talking, the next was like he just flipped personalities, was trying to threaten me. He thought I was her. Siren.”
“If he’s really Prometheus, then that makes sense.”
“The way he talked about me – her,” she amended, giving a slight shake of her head as if to clear it. “It was like he thought he owned her. The others told me the things she did, but nobody should be talked to like that.”
“I know,” he agreed. “She told me that she wanted out. I never found out if it was the truth or a lie.” Seeing the way his Laurel felt about it now, he thought maybe it just might have been a truth, even one that Black Siren hadn’t actually wanted to admit to herself. Or maybe that was wishful thinking; thanks to the others, he would never know.
“Then he attacked me. I just lost it, and when you were hurt—” Her hand reached out, just barely brushing his arm below the gaze bandage a paramedic had applied. “If you hadn’t stopped me, I would have killed him,” she stated. “I guess I’m not as different from her as I thought.”
“Maybe, but that’s not such a bad thing,” he said. She looked up at him in surprise. “If I hadn’t seen some of you in her, I might not have gone so far to try and bring her back. I might never have known there was a way to save you. Black Siren wasn’t evil, no matter what the others say,” he added. “I think she was just lost. You know what that’s like.”
She nodded.
“But you’re not a killer, Laurel. That was the effect of the Pit.”
“I was hoping the new one wouldn’t have the same side effects.”
“So was I,” he admitted. “But we’ll get more of the Lotus. You’ll be fine, just like Thea.”
Laurel’s lips twisted in a funny half smile. “Thea doesn’t seem fine right now. I think she’s going to lose it if you don’t tell me whatever it is she wants you to.”
Oliver swallowed. There it was. He was being handed a perfect opportunity to open up, to be truthful about his feelings. There was never anything half as terrifying as that. “Thea… what she wants me to tell you, it wouldn’t make any sense to come right out and say. There’s things you have to know.”
“Like?”
“Like how much losing you hurt. That it caused me to look back on the last few years and think of all the time I wasted. How much I wished things had been different for you and me.”
Laurel’s throat bobbed, but she remained silent, listening.
“And a couple months ago, my wish was granted.”
“A couple months?” She asked, and he didn’t blame her for the confusion. Laurel had only been back for a month.
“Yeah. See, when the Dominators came to Earth, they took a few of us hostage, to try and study us for potential weaknesses. We were placed in some kind of stasis where our minds went to a made-up reality based on our dearest-held dreams. Thea and I were back at the Manor with mom and my father. They were alive.”
“Oh, Ollie,” Laurel said softly.
“Yeah. The thing was, you were there, too. And it was almost our wedding day.”
Laurel’s mouth fell open. He didn’t know if the shock on her face was a good or bad thing, but Oliver also knew that he needed to say this no matter the outcome.
“I love you, Laurel,” he confessed. “And I know it doesn’t make up for all the years or the ways that I’ve hurt you whether I meant to or not. All I know is, when you told me how you still felt, all I could think about was what could’ve been for us. It haunted me the whole time that I thought we’d lost that chance.” Even now, he could see her in that beautiful white gown, her face so sad as he was forced to leave to help the others. “I wondered how I hadn’t seen it, why you couldn’t have said something before.”
“You were happy,” she said, as if that was all that needed saying. Her eyes shone bright with unshed tears. “You were happier without me.”
He shook his head. “The one thing I haven’t been this past year is happy without you. This, right now, is the best I have felt in a long time.”
He didn’t just mean because he had finally given voice to his feelings. Oliver had a team that was learning to respect his judgement calls in the base and in the field; he honestly didn’t miss the constant back talk on the comms. He felt better, too, seeing Thea happier and knowing that once Quentin finished his rehab program that he would come home to his daughter and be whole again. The looming threat of Prometheus had been ended as abruptly as it had begun. None of this would have been possible without Laurel.
“I know this cannot be an easy decision to make. I understand if, whatever our feelings for each other are, you’d prefer to remain as we were before that night. All I’ll ever ask of you is to be part of my life, Laurel, because it’s a far less full one without you,” he finished.
Her head tilted as her lips pressed right together for a moment, considering him. Then at last she stepped forward, cupping his cheek with her hand. “You know I never do things halfway, Ollie.” She rose onto her tiptoes, her hand at his cheek guiding his lips to meet hers in that perfect synchronous dance he had longed for, so much better than his dream for knowing that it was real.
Oliver smoothed his hands over her arms, down her back and up into her hair, unable to choose now that he was granted it all. Laurel seemed of a similar mind, hands cupping his face then smoothing down his shoulders, then up and his suit jacket. They were each aware of the time they had wasted before and how they could never get it back, and it spurred them on towards making the most of the time they had ahead. The time they very nearly hadn’t had.
He regretted what had happened to Laurel’s counterpart from Earth-2. No version of her deserved a violent end in his eyes. He took some comfort at least that she was now free from men like Adrian or Zoom. Maybe her soul had gone to whatever was next beyond the grave to find the Ollie she had truly loved and not just the man that looked like him. He chose to believe that, since he’d been granted the same beautiful dream in its own way.
For all that he and Laurel had suffered through, if it meant they arrived at this point together, Oliver wouldn’t change it. No matter how tempting it could be to fix the past, he knew how fragile time could be. And this time, at last, was theirs.
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Talia al Ghul was more familiar with disappointment than one of her ability and lineage would like. Her first disappointment had come from her Beloved. Bruce had been a fine warrior, full of discipline, intellect, skill and honor. Yet he had lacked the conviction to bring a permanent end to those who committed evil in the world and so he had left her and her father’s League behind.
Then there had been her father himself. She could admit with chagrin that Bruce had been the one to initially question her father’s intention to pass on the title of Ra’s al Ghul to her. As the years had worn on, Talia had seen for herself that he would never do so. And so she had left, forming her own following to carry on the mission she still believed in.
Yet now, two of her own students had disappointed her one after the other. Oliver Queen and the one who called himself Adrian Chase. The former had killed her father and handed the League of Assassins to a traitor which caused it to fail less than a year later, and the latter had failed to be her instrument of revenge. Instead, she currently watched as the news continued to cover his arrest and the accusations mounting against him. Something would have to be done, and quickly. She was not ready for The connection Mr. Chase had to her to be revealed, as it might should he be questioned.
Talia had left it up to her student to plan the reckoning Oliver should face, who it would involve and where it would be. All of this would have to be abandoned now, and more planning would have to be done. Especially to accommodate the unexpected wrinkle that had developed: the return of this Earth’s Dinah Laurel Lance, Oliver’s own Beloved.
Talia’s spies had followed Oliver and his associates’ progress to the mountains of Siberia and confirmed to her that one of the rumored Lazarus Pits was in that location. She had also been made aware of the comings and goings of Miss Lance to and from the United States’ Capitol. Yet she had not realized until tonight — nor had Mr. Chase, it seemed — that rather than the copy of her from another Earth, Oliver had somehow managed to resurrect the original. It would be like him to play with those kind of forces with little regard for any consequences.
Talia left her current base of operations to deal with one of those consequences. Mr. Chase was going to be moved from where he was being seen at Star City General to a holding cell at the downtown precinct. It was her task to ensure this never came to pass.
She took up her position only minutes before Mr. Chase was escorted out the front doors towards a waiting transport van. From the rooftop across the street, she watched her chosen spy approach at a walking pace, the umbrella he had taken from their supply store tucked under his arm. She saw the moment he fired the jet of poison gas from a crushed cyanide ampule, though it was truly invisible to the eye, then smirked as an officer moved to intercept him from fully crossing paths with the police escort. Her agent backed away, feigning as though he had not realized what was going on, and crossed the street to continue his walk.
Just as Mr. Chase was walked up the steps of the transport van, he collapsed to one knee, the poison already taking its effect. None of those around him would realize that was what it was, of course. To them, it would appear as though he suffered a sudden heart attack. They would see the matter as closed and put the unfortunate memory of their fallen District Attorney behind them.
Oliver would suspect, of course. Oliver always suspected. But he would only have his suspicions. For now, Talia would retreat and reassess the best way to bring retribution to her former student. Let him grow complacent with his loved ones; she had all the time the Lazarus water allowed her to have her revenge.
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Jacs: Why are you calling me?
Brayden: I need your help. I’ve done something very, very bad
Jacs: Put the corpse on ice, I’m on my way
Brayden: What? No, it’s not- why would I-
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Spoilers for Foxtel’s Wentworth (S1-S6) ahead.
I loved Wentworth because it never truly depicted good / evil as black and white. Characters were often given benefit of doubt and the protagonists were not always made out to be heroes. And this is one rare show with three strong middle-aged female antagonists, namely Jacs Holt (played by Kris McQuade), Joan Ferguson (Pamela Rabe) and Sonia Stevens (Sigrid Thornton). Credit to materdisciplina for bringing the three to my attention.
This triumvirate had a hold over the women in Wentworth prison over the course of seasons, Jacs as prison Top Dog, Joan Ferguson as Governor, while Sonia affected the women through her Green Wall / workshop project. It is interesting that it’s always right before the antagonists are met with their (near) end that they start laying some hard hitting monologues of truth.
As a matriarch, Jacs has control over and loyalty of her son Brayden. Her criticsm of Bea Smith in S1E10 "Checkmate" was that Bea should have stood up against domestic abuse sooner instead of taking it for years, that Debbie was raised weak & sheltered, making her vulnerable to influence. It hits home and causes Bea to attack Jacs fatally.
“I’m sure you wondered how she’d turn out. After all those years of her knowing what you let your husband do to you? Would she let a man do that to her too? Would she just sit back and take it? Debbie made it easy for Brayden. She was so desperate for attention that when he gave it to her she let him do anything. Sex. Drugs. All the signs were there, but you ignored them. You pushed her away. You convinced yourself that everything was fine. You didn’t want to see that Debbie was just like you.” - Jacs Holt to Bea Smith, S1E10 "Checkmate", written by Emma J. Steele.
Sonia’s delivery to Liz about being weak and settling for a second rate life is a strong one. I don’t see it as a message that is just targeted at Liz or a gender, it criticizes mediocrity as a whole, something that has become normalized and accepted in the modern world.
“You know what your problem is? You settled. A second rate life, second rate marriage, second rate children. The only purpose women like you serve is to elevate others. You’re like human step ladders. We scale your backs on our way to the top.” - Sonia Stevens to Liz Birdsworth, S6E07 "The Edge", written by Pete McTighe.
Joan’s monologue during her lynching in S5E11 “Coup De Grace“ surprised me. It was rather unexpected that she would piss off all the other inmates at the moment when she is most vulnerable, but in true Joan Ferguson fashion she does it anyway, staying integral to her own convictions. It is the cold truth that no inmate wants to hear, that if they had the discipline and ability to govern their own emotions and actions, most of them would not be in prison in the first place. What follows only proves it because it quickly descends into violence from the angry mob. The underlying message criticizes the herd mentality and the lack of individual integrity / personal strength to follow through one’s convictions. Referencing also to Kaz Proctor at that moment, obviously wanting to be no part of the lynching but is unable to stop it. In contrast, Vera Bennett does everything she can to prevent another death.
“I'm not going to dignify that farrago of allegations with a denial. Believe 'em if you want. But know this. Everything I do, any measures I have taken, I've done for the benefit of you women. Society has turned its back on you. It's deemed your behaviour, your actions, unacceptable, so you've been herded into cages, locked up. Alone, outcast, unloved, unforgiven. Unforgivable. Simply because you lack the basic discipline and intelligence to conduct your lives responsibly. You've got the self-control of children. You are emotional. Defective. I give you order! I give you structure! I give you strength! I'm the only person who does what needs to be done! Because I'm the only one who can!” - S5E11 “Coup De Grace“, written by John Ridley.
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These two were vampires you can’t prove me wrong
#Brayden was way too human to be their son#Wentworth#Jacs holt#Vinnie holt#Ugh i miss them#The holts where so cool
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NHL Survey To Start… Favourite team: Washington Capitals
Favourite player on your team: I love both Holtby and Backstrom I can’t really choose between them tbh...I liked Backstrom first though
Favourite player from another team: Jonathan Toews, I had the biiiiiggest crush on him back in the day. I still kinda do, but he’s fallen behind Tyler Seguin in terms of like hotness. Toews is having a good year so that’s nice even if the Hawks aren’t. McDavid’s also a given skill wise just because it’s McDavid. I have him on one of my (three bc I’m a nerd) fantasy teams and it’s so nice
Preferred goalie on your team: Obvi Holtby
Favourite goalie from another team: Probably Marc-Andre Fleury. Which I feel comfortable saying now that he’s not a Penguin.
Favourite player of all time: Holts/Nick are two of my favorites. Back when I lived in NY and liked the Isles my favorite player was Michael Peca, blast from the freaking past
Favourite jersey/logo in your team’s history: The burgundy winter classic jersey from when they played the Hawks a few years ago with that large W with the stars over it. Mom just got me Wilson one for my birthday, can’t wait to wear it the next time I go to a game! Although I have a Backstrom jersey and a Burakovsky jersey and every time I’ve worn them to a game the Caps have won, so I’m mildly concerned about wearing a non-Swedish player’s jersey lololol
Favourite current jersey/logo in the NHL (besides yours): Maybe the sharks, I love the teal. A lot of the thirds this year are nice too
This or That: Teams Boston Bruins or Tampa Bay Lightning? (I’m doing this on my phone and can’t bold things so I’m going to be annoying and put my answers in brackets…def Boston though, in general since I hate Stamkos/love Rask...)
Ottawa Senators or Toronto Maple Leafs? (Probably Toronto. Poor Ottawa this year man, they’ve been going through so much drama)
Buffalo Sabres or Florida Panthers? (TBH don’t care about either but I guess I’ll pick the Panthers...Buffalo is actually pretty good this year which is surprising)
Montreal Canadiens or Detroit Red Wings? (Maybe Detroit. I really didn’t like the habs a few years ago when they had Halak and killed us in the playoffs but now I’m kinda indifferent. Although Max Domi is on my fantasy team as well and he’s killin it. But I love Mike Green. So yeah)
Philadelphia Flyers or Pittsburgh Penguins? (Obviously the Flyers lol I hate Pitt)
Washington Capitals or Columbus Blue Jackets? (Hmm I wonder)
Carolina Hurricanes or New Jersey Devils? (I think it’s kinda cool that the Canes are like more interactive with their fans this year/do quirky things at center ice when they win. So I’ll say Canes)
New York Rangers or New York Islanders? (Isles)
Winnipeg Jets or Nashville Predators? (Nashville)
Chicago Blackhawks or Dallas Stars? (Hawks)
Minnesota Wild or St. Louis Blues? (Really don’t care, I guess the wild)
Colorado Avalanche or Anaheim Ducks? (Avs...I love Landeskog and my Caps goalies are there!)
Edmonton Oilers or Calgary Flames? (Edmonton)
LA Kings or San Jose Sharks? (Sharks)
Vancouver Canucks or Arizona Coyotes? (AZ)
This or That: (Some) All Stars of 2018 Goalies… Carey Price or Andrei Vasilevskiy? (Price, I’ve always liked him I have his shirsey)
Connor Hellebuyck or Pekka Rinne? (Pekka)
Braden Holtby or Henrik Lundqvist? (Holts obviously)
Marc-Andre Fleury or Mike Smith? (Flower)
Defense… Mike Green or Erik Karlsson? (Green)
PK Subban or Alex Pietrangelo? (PK)
Kris Letang or Zach Werenski? (Werenski)
Brent Burns or Drew Doughty? (Burns)
Forwards… Nikita Kucherov or Brad Marchand? (I hate Brad Marchand soooo Nikita)
Auston Matthews or Steven Stamkos? (Matthews)
Brayden Point or Aleksander Barkov? (Barkov)
Nathan MacKinnon or Brayden Schenn? (Nathan)
Patrick Kane or Blake Wheeler? (I guess Kane but ugh it pains me to say that even though I like the hawks)
Tyler Seguin or Eric Staal? (Tyler is so beautiful)
Sidney Crosby or Josh Bailey? (Bails)
Alex Ovechkin or Brian Boyle? (Ovi)
Claude Giroux or John Tavares? (Tavares)
Connor McDavid or Brock Boeser? (Both are on my fantasy team but you just gotta go with McDavid)
James Neal or Rickard Rakell? (Maybe Neal)
Johnny Gaudreau or Anze Kopitar? (Johnny)
Questions… Favourite hockey-related memory?
My fucking hockey team won the Stanley Cup!!!!!!!!!!! It was unreal the parade was amazing I cried so many times this last postseason lololol I literally had chills and was screaming when we beat the Penguins and then we just kept going I couldn’t believe it happened. I still think about it and go like holy shit, that was a real thing What do you think of the Vegas Golden Knights? I was annoyed how good they were last year like they made it to the finals...that’s insane. It’s kind of annoying how much of a production their whole game atmosphere appears to be but hey, it’s Vegas what else would you expect
What do you think of Brad Marchand? He’s ugly and annoying. Decent hockey player but just a total ass
In your opinion, who are the best players of all time and why? There’s so many I can’t even. Also it’s hard to judge given how much the game has changed since it first started
Who are some of your favourite lesser known or under-rated players on your team? I love Andre Burakovsky. He’s under-rated when he’s playing awesome lol but he’s not very consistent. I’m afraid he’ll be traded/they won’t sign him. Nick Backstrom will always be the most under-rated player in the whole league, but def not on the team our team/fan base knows how fucking great Nicky is. Vrana is kinda like Dre, not always consistent, but when he’s good the man is good
Who is your least favourite player in the NHL? I really don’t like Evgeni Malkin. He’s good but ugh I’ve just never been a fan. I’ve never liked Nazem Kadri, he’s kind of a punk
What teams, if any, do you dislike? Penguins of course
Who do you think will win the cup this year? Who do you want to win? It’s way too early to tell, so much can change in the next few months. Of course I want the Caps to win! Back to back baby!!!
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gender neutral name masterlist
some (#100) gender neutral names i dig are beneath the read more. these obviously may be good for either gender, but also for nonbinary characters. please like or reblog this if you found this useful.
addison
ash
austin
avery
bailey
beck
blaine
blake
bo
brady
brandon
brayden
brendon
brett
brody
bron
brook
bryce
bryn
cade
cairo
cal
cam
cash
cody
collin
colt
cooper
connie
dalton
dane
dax
dean
devon
dex
drew
dylan
eden
eli
ethan
ev
evan
finn
gabe
gage
gee
graham
gray
harper
hayden
hayes
heath
holt
hunter
jay
jayce
jaz
jett
jo
judd
jude
justice
kenan
kerry
lance
lane
logan
max
nic
noah
ollie
pierce
reece
reed
remi
riley
roane
rowan
royce
ryan
ryce
ryne
sage
sawyer
shane
spencer
stuart
sydney (syd)
tate
tay
terra
thorne
tony
trace
tyne
vaughn
vic
wade
wayne
wyatt
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okay so for bea and her supernatural verse im gonna write some key points here before i forget and ill add it to my verse page when i get home !
lost debbie to vampire brayden holt on orders of his mother
caused even more tension between her and harry to which bea started diving into the supernatural world
eventually, killed his mother and has tracked down brayden holt and also killed him
bea has mercy for some supernatural creatures, such as creatures that hasnt harmed innocent lives, but others she won’t waste putting a bullet in
if she sees red - they are dead
doesnt often partake as being a part in the hunter community, often sticking alone. the only person she trusts, is friend maxine
only comes to hunter community for important information, or to her own advantage
do not underestimate her. she is a powerful, strong woman. she can handle herself. she knows how to manipulate people to get what she wants when she needs it.
#i love bea sMITH BUT ALSO REMEMBER SHE KNOWS HOW TO MANIPULATE PEOPLE WHEN SHE NEEDS TO#* && // NOTES
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George H. Cross | News, Sports, Jobs
George H. Cross
KINGSFORD — George H. Cross, 81, of Kingsford passed away Friday, Oct. 30, 2020, at the Oscar G. Johnson V.A. Medical Center in Iron Mountain.
George was born Dec. 24, 1938, in Rockingham, N.C., son of the late George and Abbie (McDonald) Cross. He enlisted in the U.S. Army and proudly served his country for 17 years and was also a Vietnam War Veteran.
George married Marie T. Giuliani of Vulcan on Nov. 18, 1965. After serving as the Army recruiter in Iron Mountain, George left the military and later founded Tri-City Alarms in Portsmouth, Va., retiring in 2005. He was a member of the Veterans of Foreign Wars Post 3674 in Iron Mountain. George was an avid outdoorsman and enjoyed fishing and playing pool with his sons and watching his grandkids in athletics.
He is survived by five children, James Cross of Portsmouth, Va., Debbie (Wes) Copeland of Portsmouth, Keith (Rhonda) Cross of Quinnesec, Mike (Tina) Cross of Iron Mountain and Terri (Tim) Bartels of Kingsford: a brother, James (Shirley) Cross of Virginia Beach; three sisters, Judy (Warren) Holt of Omaha, Nebraska, Silvia (Shad) Morris of Denton, N.C., and Carol Jones of Virginia. He also leaves grandchildren James, Josh, Nicole, Jesse, Matthew, Jennifer, Paul, Chris, Troy, Travis, Tyler, Brittany, Michael, Samantha, Elizabeth, Adam and Amanda, and great grandchildren James Justice, Katie, Charlotte, Theo, Noah, Jonah, Zoey, Brayden, Kaylee, Weston and Brantley. In addition, he leaves many wonderful nieces and nephews and amazing friends from his apartment complex to include his special friend Sue Miller.
In addition to his parents, George was preceded in death by an infant daughter, Rose Marie Cross; and two sisters, Rosie Chinn and Linda Culpepper.
Visitation will be held from 1 to 3 p.m. on Thursday, Nov. 5, at the Erickson-Rochon & Nash Funeral Home in Iron Mountain. The Uren-Cooper-Johnson American Legion Post 50 will conduct military honors at the conclusion of the visitation.
Condolences to the family of George H. Cross may be expressed online at www.ernashfuneralhomes.com. In lieu of flowers, the family requests any donations be made to the Oscar G. Johnson VAMC voluntary services.
The family has entrusted the Erickson-Rochon & Nash Funeral Home with the arrangements.
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