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buildinggsr · 3 years ago

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“We’re the dinosaurs,” a jovial William Petersen says as he sits alongside longtime partner in crime-solving Jorja Fox in Los Angeles. “Billy’s more like a T. rex,” she counters with a laugh. The pair are talking to TV Guide Magazine about their iconic CSI: Crime Scene Investigation characters—dispassionate forensic entomologist Gil Grissom and his wife, intrepid forensic scientist Sara Sidle—returning to the lab in CSI: Vegas, a sequel to their 2000–15 crime drama sensation.

Last seen sailing off into the sunset in the 2015 finale movie Immortality, Sara and Grissom “were my favorite parts of the original and the perfect entrée into the story we’re telling here,” says executive producer Jason Tracey. Vegas joins a franchise that has already spawned three spinoffs, CSI: Miami (2002–12), CSI: NY (2004–13) and CSI: Cyber (2015–16).

An attack on their old workplace is the catalyst that brings the happily married couple back to dry land. “Someone’s targeting the lab. A conspiracy calls into question the integrity of the work we always saw get done,” Tracey says. “Thousands of prior convictions hang in the balance.”

New faces in Vegas include boss Maxine Roby (Paula Newsome, Barry), who’s a geneticist; senior investigator Josh Folsom (Matt Lauria, Kingdom); Level 2 CSI Allie Rajan (Mandeep Dhillon); and head medical examiner Hugo (Mel Rodriguez). We’ll also see past team members David Hodges (Wallace Langham), now an expert witness, and, for two episodes, retired LVPD captain Jim Brass (Paul Guilfoyle).

First, Petersen and Fox tell us why they decided to roll the dice on CSI: Vegas.

Congratulations, first of all. How has it been revisiting Sara and Grissom?

William Petersen: Completely weird because we thought we’d put this to bed a long time ago. It’s a whole new thing and yet still the bones of the old thing.

Jorja Fox: Like Groundhog Day on some psychedelic [level].

When you first got the call about this sequel, what were your reactions?

Petersen: I was hesitant, but the idea of coming back and doing this with Jorja…

Fox: I was also hesitant—I felt like the story left Sara and Grissom in paradise together—but getting to work with William Petersen again? They had me at hello!

Petersen: It’s like riding a bike; you just get right back on. We got a tandem and we know how to do it.

What’s the state of the union for these two characters?

Fox: First of all, I love Sara and Grissom. I always will. Not to talk about the olden days too much, but even though we were together, we weren’t together. We were [secretly] married, we were divorced. Embarking on this phase, we’re going to meet them not only as a couple that’s together, but a couple that’s been living on and off a boat together for several years.

Petersen: We’re working on saving and studying fish, protecting sharks, down in South America somewhere.

Fox: We kind of pulled a Jimmy Buffet.

Petersen: We’re in Margaritaville.

What on earth could cause Sara and Grissom to ditch that for Las Vegas?

Petersen: Somebody accuses the Crime Lab of having falsified evidence, and it goes back over a long period of time.

Fox: All of the characters are tapped into [this case] for the duration of the season, and the stakes are really high. There’s loved ones involved and the safety of loved ones. And through that, we meet the new CSIs and forge those relationships.

There are weekly cases too—Sara still has CSI accreditation, and Grissom signs on as a consultant. But has the technology left these two behind?

Petersen: [Grissom walks] through the lab and [doesn’t] even understand what the machines are.

Fox: I thought it was difficult to get away with a crime in [the year] 2000. Now there’s no way to get away with murder! The science is a thrill!

Will we finally get to see some PDA this time around?

Petersen: Our attraction to each other was always based on the work. We were always in some kind of mind meld when we were working. There was nobody he would rather be in the lab with or on a crime scene with than Sara. She got it. She got him, and he eventually got her.

Fox: [Grinning] The show is going to air at 10pm, so we can be a little edgier than we were last time.

CSI: Vegas, Series Premieres Wednesday, October 6, 10/9c, CBS

This is an excerpt from TV Guide Magazine’s 2021 Fall Preview issue. For more inside scoop on the new fall TV season, pick up the issue, on newsstands Thursday, August 26

Source: TV Insider

#csi:vegas promo #csi:vegas #spoiler #gil grissom #sara sidle #william petersen #jorja fox #csi

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auditect · 3 years ago

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A theory regarding "Putting the Air back in Aerodactyl!".

"Putting the Air back in Aerodactyl!" is an Episode of Pokémon Chronicles. This Episode, while not the best the series has to offer, does hold a special place in my heart beause this Episode is actually what got me back into the franchise, believe it or not! One night I remembered being a fan of Butch and Cassidy when I was younger, so I decided to rewatch one of their Episodes, and this was the only one I could find on YouTube. So, I got back into the franchise, eventually decided to buy a DVD of Pokémon Chronicles, and this Episode happened to be on it. So, I thought it would be fitting if it would be the first Episode I checked out on the disc.

However, this time I couldn't help but notice a big plot hole, and I came up with a little conspiracy theory to fix it.

Let's go over the plot. Gary invites his grandfather Samuel and his assistant Tracey over to the Sayda Lab to show him the Aerodactyl he managed to clone. However, like cloned Pokémon tend to do in this franchise, Aerodactyl destroyed the lab and escaped. Because Dr. Namba hired Butch and Cassidy to capture the Aerodactyl for him, the two of them arrive on the Island at the same time. The Aerodactyl causes a bit of havoc, attacking both the pro- and antagonists of the Episode, and Professor Oak fears what damage it could do if it were to reach a city. These fears are disspelled once it's revealed that Aerodactyl never actually leaves the Island because it feels at home there.

Here's where the plothole comes in. If Aerodactyl never leaves the Island, how did Dr. Namba know it was there? It wasn't visible from off the Island and the Island dosen't seem to be inhabited by any humans other than Gary, Dora, Crystal and Jared. There's absolutely no way Namba could have possibly known about this...

...unless, of course, one of these four characters tipped him off! You heard me right, "Putting the Air back in Aerodactyl!" was an inside job!

As Butch and Cassidy are regularily seen getting intel from undercover informants all throughout Pokémon Chronicles, so it is certainly very likely this happened again here. But who was this secret informant? Let's take a look at our four suspects:

Gary Oak

While Blue joining Team Rocket is a popular theory within the games, I don't think it holds true in the context of this Episode. He is actively fighting off and even defeats Butch and Cassidy, which wouldn't make sense if he was in cahoots with them all along. Plus, if he wanted to do something as morally heinous as cloning an Aerodactyl for the sole purpose of selling it to Team Rocket, he wouldn't have invited his own grandfather over to witness him do it.

Gary Oak is NOT the spy.

Dora

Dora is the head scientist at the Sayda Lab, and she and . While she never fights Butch and Cassidy directly, she does express concern regarding Aerodactyl, and she does bring fourth the Idea to gain Aerodactyl's trust with fruit. If she were the spy, she would have most likely kept the Idea from the others.

She is likely not the spy.

Crystal

The younger sister of Dora, Crystal is easily the least likely canidate to be the spy. She's also directly fights off Team Rocket and her very young age makes it highly unlikely she has a secret connection to a crime syndicate.

Crystal is absolutely not the Spy.

Jared

"The name's Jared. I'm a research & development assistant at the Sayda lab and I'm here to pick you up and take you out to the Island. I gotta say, Professor Oak, it is an honor to meet you!"

Easily the most forgettable character in the entire Episode. Despite getting a whole introduction scene, I don't believe he has any dialogue once they arrive on the Island. Like Dora, he dosen't call fourth a Pokémon to fight off Team Rocket, he comes up with no helpful Ideas and he never even seems to express any kind of concern regarding Aerodactyl or Team Rocket. All he does in the Episode is ferry over Samuel and Tracey over to the Island and make a bit of smalltalk with them. There's no reason why his place in the Episode couldn't have also been filled by Dora...unless, of course, Jared had a secret part to play that we didn't know about!

By the way, isn't it a little bit suspicious that Butch and Cassidy were watching Jared's boat depart, almost as if they knew he would be there?

"Those two fools are propably headed to the same place we are!"

What makes you think that, Cassidy?

No really, think about this for a second. Butch and Cassidy notice two people they don't like on a harbour and immediately come to the conclusion that they are also going to see Aerodactyl. Even if we assume that they managed to eavesdrop into their whole conversation without being noticed, neither Tracey nor Oak ever mentoined Aerodactyl because they didn't yet know about it at that point!

Or could it be that Cassidy came to that conclusion because she recognized Jared and knew about his ties to Aerodactyl?

If Jared is not a spy, then the villians know about things they couldn't possibly have been aware of and the Episode introduces a completely useless character for no given reason. If Jared is a spy, all of this makes sense.

I'm tagging my favourite people to discuss Team Rocket-related matters with, @brainyxbat. @trsilvers and @annadoglover1, I would heavily value your insight on this.

Also, this isn't related to the theory, but I also noticed that Butch messes up the Motto in this Episode. He concludes it with "Or prepare to fight", like James, not "Or you'll surely lose the right."

#Professor Oak #Professor Samuel Oak #Samuel Oak #Pokéani #Pokémon Chronicles #Gary Oak #Tracey Sketchit #Pokémon Researcher Dora #Crystal #Pokémon Researcher Jared #Rocket Agent Cassidy #Rocket Agent Butch #Aerodactyl #Putting the Air back in Aerodactyl #Putting the Air back in Aerodactyl!#Dr #Namba #Pokémon Theory

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woodsteingirl · 3 years ago

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chapter two is out here! or read below the cut!

Dean turned the key to unlock the door. they all stepped inside, still in their moment of Revelation. the silence was eventually broken by jack saying, “why’s it empty?”

“It’s ‘cause our furniture isn’t here yet,” Cas explained. Dean tacked on that it would be arriving sometime today. In the meantime, before the stuff arrived, Dean took the time to explain what exactly this endeavor meant for everyone. He had applied online for a mechanic job the week prior, they had only gotten back to him to tell him he got the job the day before. Dean was still reeling from everything happening so fast. it’s like everything hed wanted for so many years was finally coming to fruition, and it was an adjustment.

Cas had signed both Jack and Claire up for school. Jack was going into first grade and Claire into her senior year of high school. Obviously, Claire was older than that, but she could pass as younger just for a little while, while everything was sorted out. Plus she could gather valuable intel that way. The hard part would be getting her to agree to this plan. Jack, on the other hand, was completely thrilled about starting school. He couldn’t wait to be able to have friends his own age. Cas didn’t have much to do throughout the day, but with the other stay-at-home parents in the neighborhood, he was sure he could find some way to help out.

Snapping out of his daydream, Dean took the time to explain how everything would go in the next month or so. “I got a job at the repair shop down the road, Cas will stay here and look after everything, Jack will go to school like we planned, and Claire, we sort of set you up in school again.”

“Wow, you guys are really on a kick of making life decisions without asking me arent you!”

“Claire, it was the best option at the time, we needed the intel from kids that age, and its not like Dean or I could just walk in and ask,” Cas explained.

There was no doubt about it, she reacted as expected. Even though shed only been out of school for a year or so, she’d never enjoyed it when she was involved, so the thought of going back made her sick to her stomach. Since there was really no where to stomp off too, as the entire house was empty, she settled for sitting on the floor behind the kitchen island to process. Some ten minutes later Dean came and sat down on the floor next to her.

“Look, I get it. Nothing can be perfect for us, but sometimes you just gotta tough it out and it’ll be better than you think.”

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(This is a flashback to the action point just so everyone knows whats happening)

It was a normal Tuesday evening. The couple was eating dinner just as normal. Quiet conversation, and unspoken glances were commonplace for them, so the feeling over eerie silence was nothing new, and neither thought anything of it. They didn’t even hear the sound of the door open. Did the door even open?

The husband reached across the table for the salt, his wife screamed in horror when she caught sight of the tall hooded figure above him. The town was small and she shouldve known who it was at first sight, but unfortunately, when youre about to be stabbed, those things dont come as easy. She reached across the table for her phone to call 911, but she didnt make it before the figure had stabbed her husband and was moving on to her. Those were the last thoughts she had before being found in a pool of her own blood the next morning.

The neighbor had heard them and called the cops. News spread like the blight, and everyone was taken in for questioning, so far, no motive or prime suspects had been declared. It had been a month since, and the police presence was now slim to none, even though almost no progress had been made into the actual investigation. That’s just how it is when you have to solve a murer case with nothing to go on but a dead couple and a town of suburbanites.

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(this is bak in normal time just fyi)

After about half an hour of just trying to process what was happening, Claire was ready to go back to join the rest of her family in putting their furniture together. Cas was sitting on the floor in front of what looked like it could be a table, if you positioned it correctly.

“You need some help?” She asked.

“Yes, if it isnt too much to ask, I could use an extra hand,” he gestured to the manual, “it says you need two people here anyway.”

Claire sat down next to cas and took the manual from his hands, “what step are you even on? None of the pictures look like whatever you’ve managed to create.”

Upstairs, Dean was trying to show Jack how to use an impact driver, “look, I know youre only like what? Five? But its never too early to learn how to use a set of tools.” He handed the tool over to Jack, it looked wildly disproportionate in his hands but that’s not what mattered, what mattered was the fact that he was having a bonding moment with his son, a positive one too. He was bridging the gap of what he missed in his childhood, and giving Jack what he had wanted.

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The next day was spent almost exclusively on introductions. First they went over and greeted their new neighbors on each side, Tracey and Paul Wayne on their right, and Peter and Vicky David on their left. It seemed to them that neither of them had much of a clue as to what was going on regarding the murder, seeing as that was not mentioned even in passing. However it could be basic politeness and not wanting to scare your new neighbors away. Both couples were in their mid-fiftes and greeted them kindly. The Waynes had a wooden statue of an eagle with some pro-America quote on it, and that was one of the most memorable things about them. The other memorable thing was their brigh red Volkswagon Beetle in the driveway. Dean silently noted a love of older cars as something to connect over in case he ever needed to get closer to them. The Davids had 6 small dogs, and that was their defining trait, they seemed like the people to have “I love my shitzu” stickers plastered all over their car, but they seemed like fine enough people.

The next thing on the agenda was when someone rang their doorbell. It was a woman about their age, who had come to their door both to introduce herself, and to inform them of a house party happening later that night. The woman introduced herself as Hester Stewart from two houses down. Both Dean and Cas were glad to see that there was someone their age who didn’t have a strange amount of pets, or questionable taste in outdoor decor. They made introductions of their own, Claire and Jack even briefly appeared to say hello. They asked her for more information about the party, and she explained that it was being put on by the HOA president to distract from all that was happening, “I guess she figured one shindig would make everyone forget about the murder that happened a few houses down from her house.” She gestured down the road and to the right, apparently in the direction of the woman’s house, “Also she did ask me to invite you, I’m not just asking you to show up without anyone’s permission,” she clarified.

After that they thanked her and went on with their day. “Do you think we should attend the party later today?” Cas asked. Not looking up from the loveseat he was putting together

“I think I was planning on it, it’d be a good way to get out and meet people, not to mention gather details on what’s happening around here without looking suspicious,” Dean replied, flipping the page in the manual.

Cas agreed. Usually events like this weren’t his thing, but he could suck it up for an hour or two if it meant gathering intel. He made a mental note to prepare for more events like this one, and pushed it to the back of his mind. He found himself having to do that more often since becoming human. His angel brain could process more information than any human by hundreds, but downsizing the amount of space in his brain was an adjustment, and he found himself having to push things of the back of his mind more often.

Claire had been eavesdropping from the top of the staircase for the past exchange. Truth be told, she was almost excited to ‘meet the new neighbors’ in such a domestic fashion. She had just gotten off the phone with Kaia, she was showing her the layout of the house, as well as updating her on the situation she had gotten herself into. “They really put you back in high school?” Kaia had asked, thinking about how if anyone had done that to her, she’d’ve put up a lot more of a fight.

“They really put me back in high school,” she had replied. Maybe deep down she did want to sort of have the closure she missed in her high school years. She missed Kaia a large amount for only not seeing her face to face for a little less than a week, but she had learned from all she’d lost, that she just had to let herself feel her feelings.

They all gathered in the empty living room shortly after. Cas explained the whole plan to Jack and her. Jack was thrilled to be getting out of the house, and getting to see new people. He’d always been a social person, even before becoming a child, but that certainly amplified his social need. This was part of the reason Dean and Cas wanted to get out of the bunker in the first place. Now that they were actually in a position for him to make friends his age, they were certainly going to make that a priority. Dean had noticed that there were more than a few kids Jack’s age in his walk around the neighborhood earlier that day.

The hours before the gathering came faster than expected. Everyone was in a rush to change into nicer clothes and make themselves not look like they’d been putting together furniture all day. (they had, but it was the act of making themselves presentable that matters in this case.) After all, weren’t first impressions the most important? Dean hadn’t really taken account the need for nice clothes this early on in his endevour, so the nicest things he had were a button down and his spare pair of jeans. Not that anyone else was much better off. Claire was wearing a skirt with a jean jacket and combat boots, Jack didn’t change at all seeing as he didn’t see the need, and who were they to argue. Cas was probably the most normal looking of them all, with his blue suit jacket paired with some jeans.

#pspspsps you want to reblog my fic #dean winchester #castiel #claire novak #spn fanfiction #spn #supernatural #jack kline

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newmusickarl · 4 years ago

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Album & EP Recommendations

My word, the music world has well and truly spoiled us this week!

The past seven days has seen a colossal avalanche of new releases, so much so I’ve barely had chance to keep up with it all. Although this is not the full list of everything from the past seven days, here are the 16 (yes, 16!) new releases I’ve enjoyed the most this week.

As there is so much to get through the rundowns are (mostly) a bit shorter than normal and there is no single Album of the Week, instead I simply recommend checking out whichever album or track sounds most appealing depending on your preferred taste.

So without further ado then, here’s what’s good:

Californian Soil by London Grammar

It’s been four years since the release of London Grammar’s last record Truth Is A Beautiful Thing - an album that I enjoyed, but I’ll admit also left me feeling somewhat underwhelmed coming off the back of their incredible breakout debut, If You Wait. As it turns out, the band themselves were also having a tough time around that period, with front woman Hannah Reid in particular battling relentless industry sexism, as well as the persistent physical pain caused by her fibromyalgia condition. With this being the case, it is amazing that the young indie-pop trio have made it to their third album at all, let alone delivering what is their best work to date.

Opening on a grand, string-drenched Intro, the record soon morphs into the sun-soaked guitars and soaring orchestration of the album’s glorious title track. It marks an early highlight as Reid catches the audience up with the tribulations of the last few years – “I left my soul on Californian soil.” From there the album doesn’t really let up as the band move through a series of career-defining tracks – the gorgeous contemporary groove of Missing, the dance-influenced How Does It Feel, the chilled-out ambience of the dreamy Baby, It’s You and the sublime, stripped-back closer America.

However, the album’s strongest moment comes when Reid confronts music industry sexism head on with defiant anthem Lord It’s A Feeling. Beginning with some twinkly xylophone, before evolving into an atmospheric synth-laced backdrop where Reid pulls no punches:

“I saw the way you made her feel, like she should be somebody else,

I know you think the stars align for you and not for her as well,

I undеrstand, I can admit that I have felt those things mysеlf”

The cutting lyrics against some blinding quiet rave instrumentation leaves quite the impression, as does this sterling record in general. After a slight misstep, London Grammar have well and truly rediscovered themselves and they have honestly never sounded better – a truly incredible album.

If You Could Have It All Again by Low Island

Oxford electo-pop outfit Low Island are another band that have defied expectations to get to this point. This, their debut album, was not recorded in a professional music studio – in fact, the vocals were recorded in a bedroom cupboard of all places. The band themselves don’t even have a manager or a record label. In every sense of the word, they are a truly independent band. For a self-financed, self-produced effort, If You Could Have It All Again is a quite remarkable first outing.

From melodic, uplifting opener Hey Man, the record quickly jumps into spoken word electro punk banger What Do You Stand For, featuring acid-drenched synths and a dancefloor-ready groove. Fans of FIFA 21 will recall Don’t Let the Light In, with the glitchy pulse of recent single Who’s Having the Greatest Time also standing out. That said, it’s the smooth, infectious sway of I Do It For You that still pulls me in the most.

Having followed the band since their early EPs, I’ve been rooting for Low Island for a while now and this is one debut album I was highly anticipating this year. Safe to say, my expectations have been met – this is a fantastic, accomplished record, which leaves me eager to see where they go next.

The Greatest Mistake Of My Life by Holding Absence

There was a time when the difficult second album used to be a thing, but listening to the sophomore effort from Welsh rock band Holding Absence this week, I’m really not sure that exists anymore. After a dramatic and impressive self-titled debut two years ago, the band have wasted little time taking things up a notch, with this new album cinematic and masterfully produced from beginning to end.

From standout singalong anthems like Afterlife and In Circles, to the album’s epic seven-minute penultimate track Mourning Song, The Greatest Mistake of My Life shows a band pushing themselves and driving forward with ambition at every opportunity. In a year packed with outstanding rock and metal albums already, this is most definitely another one you can add onto that list. Soaring, impressive and demanding of repeat listens.

We Forgot We Were Dreaming by Saint Raymond

It’s been six long years since Nottingham-born singer-songwriter Callum Burrows, AKA Saint Raymond, released his debut album. However it seems the time away has been well spent as this long-awaited follow-up finds Burrows in fine form, with this album packed to the brim with catchy, glossily produced indie-pop anthems.

From the brilliant title track that opens the record, to the bouncy riffs of Right Way Round, Talk and Solid Gold, to more subdued and heartfelt moments like Only You, this album will have you smiling, singing your heart out and dancing your troubles away.

Flu Game by AJ Tracey

AJ Tracey may have only been three years old when Michael Jordan was winning NBA championships with the Chicago Bulls, but that hasn’t stopped him making a record influenced by the legendary icon and his famous 1997 Flu Game. Like many others including myself, grime superstar AJ Tracey spent lockdown watching the brilliant The Last Dance documentary, and this record weirdly works as a fantastic unofficial companion, but also just a great summer rap record.

McCartney III Imagined by Paul McCartney

Even if like me you completely missed Sir Paul McCartney’s 2020 album McCartney III, it’s well worth checking out this reimagining, where he has called on the help of some of his famous musician pals. This is a real who’s who line up of guest features including Beck, Khurangbin, St. Vincent, Blood Orange, Phoebe Bridgers, Damon Albarn, Josh Homme, Anderson .Paak and more, making for quite a fascinating mix of sounds and styles.

Moratorium (Broadcasts from The Interruption) by Enter Shikari

And finally on the albums front this week, genre-benders Enter Shikari have released a brilliant compilation of all their lockdown live performances, headlined by an incredible string-tinged acoustic version of The Dreamer’s Hotel and a beautifully stripped-back “At Home” rendition of Live Outside.

Tracks of the Week

Introvert by Little Simz

Wow, wow and wow again. Still fairly fresh off the back of her masterful, Mercury Prize nominated third album Grey Area, this week British rapper Little Simz released the first taste of her next record in the form of this epic and triumphant opening track. At six minutes in length, this majestic and operatic political anthem aims to grab the listener by the collar and shake them awake. Without a doubt, one of the best songs of the year so far, the powerful video for which you can view above.

Smile by Wolf Alice

The second taste of their forthcoming album Blue Weekend, Smile continues Wolf Alice’s pattern for alternating Loud/Soft releases, with this one featuring buzzy guitars, punky vocals and a hypnotic chorus melody.

Beautiful Beaches by James

Although written off the back of the California wildfires that impacted front man Tim Booth’s local community, the lyrics on the band’s latest anthem purposefully offer a dual meaning, giving hope to those dreaming of a post-lockdown getaway and fresh start.

He Said She Said by CHVRCHES

The Scottish trio made their much-anticipated return this week, with Lauren Mayberry also sharing her experiences of sexism on this arena-ready synth-pop banger.

Matty Healy by Georgia Twinn

Georgia Twinn delivers an infectiously catchy break-up anthem, inspired by an ex-boyfriend, who’s most interesting feature was supposedly looking like the 1975 frontman.

Kill It by Vukovi

Underground Scottish rock outfit Vukovi’s new single is so good, they even managed to get KILL IT trending over the weekend of its release. Masterfully produced with big bold riffs and trancey synths, this one just sounds huge.

Can’t Carry On by Gruff Rhys

The latest solo single from the former Super Furry Animals frontman is a stunning, super-melodic tune with an instant chorus you’ll be singing before the track has even finished its first play.

Ceremony by Deftones

One of the highlights off their last album Ohms, the nu-metal rockers have now delivered a cinematic new video directed by horror legend Leigh Whannell. Check it out!

Chasing Birds by Foo Fighters

And finally this week, Dave Grohl and company released a trippy new animated video for this Medicine At Midnight cut to help celebrate 420 in their own unique way. Again, well worth a watch!

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ironmariposa · 3 years ago

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(The things I did) Just so I could call you mine

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Notes: A huge thank you to @writing-as-tracey for giving me key words to use for Heather & Rays project and for all their encouragement for this story!! Keeps my motivation going. If you haven’t yet you should definitely check out their ff!

“The Senior baseball tournament.”

“Oh.” Heather laughs holding up her hands, “There’s no way you want me on the team.”

“Not a choice, Hill. Everyone has to play.”

Heather shakes her head, “Trust me, Ray, you do not want me.”

His eyes flash and she swallows because damn why does she keep slipping up like that. Making off the wall comments that have double meanings.

“I mean on the team. You don’t want me on the team. I’m horrible at organized sports.”

He leans towards her, “You can’t be that bad. Come on, it’ll be fun. Just. Go out to Andy’s and practice in the batting cages.”

Andy’s is the local putt putt place that is mostly a piece of shit but pretty much the only fun outing that’s close by. Her, Bishop, and Natalie spent most of their middle school years there. Playing putt-putt but for the one time. One time Natalie was crushing on a baseball player and forced the three of them to go to the batting cages. It was an absolute disaster.

“Lets just.” Heather sighs, “get back to work. I only have another hour before I have to pick up my sister.”

Ray drops his chair back to four legs and picks up the book she slides across the table to him. “Just think about it.”

She studies him as his eyes flicker through the book. They’ve had multiple meetings together at the library and sometimes at school. He’s given her rides home, teases with her sister and just recently started calling out to her in the hallways. The first few times she jumped, because in the past it meant he was about to mock her or Bishop.

He’s different and as the due date for their project approaches she finds herself almost sad. Because after they’re done she won’t have a reason to hang out with him. And she finds she actually likes hanging out with Ray Hall.

“Are you serious?” Heather stares at her friend, her best friend, in complete shock. The news she just dropped on them as they sat on the side of main street was shocking. To have known someone for so long and not see such a bombshell coming…. Heather was lost for words.

Bishop just shakes his head, “You know what, I'm not even that surprised.”

Heather looks at him then back at Nat, “Well I am. You’ve always said it’s a stupid game for idiots to play.”

“Nooo.” Nat says with a tilt of her head, “You've always said that. I just agreed.”

Bishop points his drink at Heather, “She’s got you there.”

“I mean…” Heather shakes her head and picks up her drink. Hearing that Natalie plans on playing the Senior game after two Seniors died last year playing it, is just terrifying. She never thought she would have to watch someone she cared about go through it. Although, the closer she grew to Ray, she knew in the back of her mind she would have to watch him. There was no way he wouldn’t play, especially since his brother won just a few years ago.

Nat nudges her with her arm, “You’re not mad, are you?”

“No. Not mad.” Heather meets her friend's dark brown eyes and cringes, “Just …worried.”

Nat laughs, “It’ll be fine.”

“Yeah. I’m sure that’s exactly what Jimmy and Abby thought too.” Bishop says with a bit of a bite to his voice. Both girls look at him with wide eyes and he makes a face, “Too dark?”

“Yeah.”

“Just a bit dude.”

They all laugh and if it’s a little strained, well, no one points it out.

Heather rushes into their established room in the library with an apology on her lips. “Sorry, my boss made me stay later because he wanted to get high with his girlfriend.” She slams herself in a chair and begins to unload her bag.

“Sounds like a douche.”

Heather grunts, “He one hundred percent is a douche.” She slams one book then another down on the table before pulling out her notebook and flipping it open, “But he pays me. Most of the time. So I have to put up with him.”

Ray closes the book he was reading and leans forward, “What do you mean he only pays you most of the time?”

Heather shrugs, “Doesn’t matter. So did you figure out which chapters we should focus on because I was thinking …” Heather stops her ramble as Ray's hands fall on top of her notebook, covering it completely.

“Heather, it’s illegal for them not to pay you.”

Heather sighs, “Well considering there’s absolutely nothing I can do about it.”

“You could quit.”

She laughs harshly at that, “You sound just like Nat and Bishop.” He makes a face at the comparison, “I can’t quit. I need the money. The portion my mom doesn’t take for living in her house, I’m saving for college.” She looks up at him with a desperation for him to understand because her friends never could. They both come from families that love and support them. Families that can afford to send them to college. Families that lift them up instead of dragging them down so deep, it feels like she will never be able to dig herself out no matter how hard she tries

But if anyone could get it, it would be him, “I have to get out of this town.” She says in a quiet voice and there it is. His eyes say it all, complete understanding.

She feels relieved at having someone understand her so completely. She feels like she can actually breath.

He nods after a moment and pulls his arms back, “I was thinking chapters ten and eleven and then the last few chapters.”

Heather nods as she flips through her notebook to those chapters.

“Hey.” Ray steps up to her locker and she glances quickly at him before focusing back on the contents of her locker. She can still see him out of her peripheral as he leans up against her locker door, grinning, “We’re taking the boat out tomorrow afternoon, want to come?”

Heather nudges him with her arm and grabs her locker door to shut it, “Did you finish your character analysis and also who’s we, because I have no interest hanging out with a drug dealer and a pediphile.” She starts to walk to class and he follows. Moving around her to walk backwards so he can face her. And it works for him because no one wants to be the one he trips over so everyone makes a path for them.

Ray chuckles, “I did finish it.” He waves the paper at her and she takes it, her eyes skimming over his handwriting, “And Adam’s not a pediphile.”

“Did he not date that freshman for a few months?” She asks as she tucks the paper in her notebook.

“Well sure but he was still seventeen at the time.”

Heather shakes her head at him silently. He laughs, his dimple flashing and her eyes once again lingering there. He notices. Of course he does, his eyes say it all.

“It’s not just them. Sarah will be there and probably Ruby Anne.” Ray stops causing her to stop or run into his chest. And she kind of wants that. At school he manages to keep his shirts buttoned but any other time she sees him or spends time with him, he usually has his bare chest on full display. And she’s been getting the urge to touch it more and more.

“Come on. It’ll be fun.” He urges.

“Okay.�� She finally agrees. Ray shouts loudly and steps around her to head off to his class. He continues celebrating loudly as he leaves her and she shakes her head in embarrassment. Glancing around she finds no one is paying them much attention besides a curious look or two. Thankfully neither of her friends have class down this hallway.

She actually has that Saturday off but she tells her mom she’s working. She can’t use that excuse on her friends because they’ll expect her to meet them on her break so she tells them she has to watch Lily and work on homework. They don’t question her because it happens often enough. She feels bad for lying to them. They both mean well but they’ve been making little comments here and there about how much time she’s been spending with Ray.

She approaches the dock with trepidation. She can see Adam and Sarah already on the boat. Ray is messing with a fishing pole off to the side. He looks good in low riding swimming trunks and a sleeveless button up. Of course it’s unbuttoned. Adam gives a soft whistle and nods to her when Ray glances at him. Ray turns to her, the smile on his face wide and genuine. He pushes his sunglasses on top of his head and her heart pounds at the look on his face.

“You came.” And he sounds genuinely surprised.

“I said I would.” She smiles back at him and they stand there for a long moment.

Tyler pushes past them, “Let's go bitches.”

Ruby Anne follows behind him and smiles apologetically at Heather. Her eyes find Rays again and he nods his head to the boat.

They’re last on the boat after Ray unties it from the dock and other than the captain's chair there’s nowhere for Heather to sit. Ray fixes that by pulling her onto his leg once he sits to drive the boat. She looks over his shoulder at him.

“Is this really necessary?”

He winks at her, keeping his eyes on the water but for that small glance, “Unless you prefer the floor?”

Heather glances over her shoulder. Sarah smiles at her as she lounges back in her seat, a can of beer already open in her hand. Tyler and Adam are passing a joint back and forth. Ruby Anne is sunbathing in her seat.

They're going pretty fast and as Ray turns the boat around a corner she falls more into his lap. She tries to move back to just perching on his knee but he maneuvers his arms around her waist to steer. After a moment of hesitation, Heather relaxes against his bare chest, her head resting just below his chin. He nudges her slightly with his nose and she glances up at him.

“Are you smelling me?”

He laughs out loud and she smiles at how much it thrills her to make him laugh. He presses his nose against her hair again and takes an exaggerated deep breath.

“Smells like peppermint.”

She doesn’t respond. Just enjoys being in his arms, letting herself relax for once where it concerns Ray. No one here is going to tell her it’s wrong or how horrible he is. Or how stupid she’s being. She can just enjoy the moment.

And she does. It takes them another twenty minutes before they get to where they’re going. Ray tells her it’s his favorite fishing spot. The others jump out and make their way to a floating dock where they continue their activities of sunbathing, smoking and drinking. Ray waves them off when they ask if they’re coming.

They spend the entire day out there on the water, not returning until twilight. Heather knows she’ll be red from playing in the water with Ray, to sunbathing on the dock with Sarah and Ruby Anne. She even had a semi deep conversation with Tyler about how honeybees play an important part in their ecosystem and how without them we wouldn’t have coffee or avocados or even medications. Heather's mind is blown with how much knowledge Tyler seems to have on this one subject but Ruby Anne informs her that when he’s high, Tyler likes to watch nature documentaries. They all laugh so hard at him, he storms off a huff.

Ray walks her to her car. The others already went on their way as she helped him unload the boat.

“Thanks for…” she turns and is left speechless as he his eyes meet hers. It’s dark out, hard to see much but his eyes are filled with want. For her. He takes one step, then another, crowding her smaller body back against the truck. And she thinks this is it. This is when he’s going to kiss her. And she was going to let him.

She whispers his name as her legs fall open, giving him room to press against her. She feels the hardness of him all over. He brings his hands up but instead of touching her like she expects. Like she wants, he brackets her head between them as he presses them against his truck. His head tilts down and she lets out a long breath as he drags his nose up her neck and to her ear. His breath is hot as he whispers in her ear, “You’re so far from cute, Heather Nill. I could absolutely devour you with how fuckin sexy you’ve looked all day. I’ve been hard since the moment you appeared on my dock.” And he proves this by grinding himself in the warm space between her legs. Heather's head falls back against the truck with a groan. She curls her hands with want. She wants to fill them with him. To touch him all over, starting with a handful of his hair and ending with a handful of his ….

Ray's nose is back to dragging over her neck and he nips at her pulse causing her to jump. She reaches for him, her hands spreading over his bare back as she pulls him in. He lifts his head, his lips a breath from hers.

Her phone goes off and it’s obnoxious enough that it pulls them both out of their lust haze. Ray pulls his body away from her as she reaches in her pocket to pull it out. It’s her neighbor and she knows she has to answer. It’s never good when she calls.

Glancing at Ray she flashes her phone at him, “I have to…” he just nods and she steps away from him as she presses the accept button.

As she suspected, Bo and her mom are at it again and Lily needs her. She quickly explains to Ray who accepts it with more understanding than she expects. Her friends aren’t usually so understanding but then again they have perfect families that never have drama. Ray on the other hand…

Ray sends her off with a tuck of hair behind her ear and a soft smile she’s never seen him give another. Her thoughts are on getting to her sister but her body is still aflame with desire as she speeds to the trailer park. And after she gets Lily settled in bed, the house now quiet with Bo gone and her mom passed out, Heather lies in her bed thinking of that moment out by his truck and how she knows without a doubt she would have let Ray take her to his bed if they hadn’t been interrupted. And she wonders if that’s a good thing or not.

Heather is waiting for Bishop to finish switching books in his backpack at his locker when Natalie runs up to them and grabs Heather's arm, squeezing tightly.

“Ow Nat.” Heather attempts to pull her arm from her friend's grip but the taller girl refuses to let go.

“You went on a date with Ray Hall?” Natalie practically shouts.

Heather shushes her as she glances around. Bishop looks up from his backpack, frozen. They stare at one another for a long moment before he says one word through gritted teeth, “Well?”

“I…”

Bishop slams the door to his locker so loudly, if people weren’t looking at them before, they sure were now. Natalie seems to notice this as well and pulls them into a dark empty classroom, closing the door behind them.

“Ruby Anne is going around saying you and Ray hooked up this weekend.”

“We didn’t hook up.”

“That you spent the day with them out on his boat. But that couldn’t be true, right? Because you told us,” Natalie points between her and Bishop, “That you couldn’t hang out because you were watching your sister all day.”

Heather presses the heels of her hands to her eyes and then runs them through her hair, “Okay. I lied.”

“You lied?” Bishop says.

Heather avoids meeting his eyes, instead choosing to look over his shoulder into the dark corner of the classroom, “Look, I just didn’t want you guys to give me shit about hanging out with Ray.”

“We don’t give you shit.” Natalie tries to protest.

“You actually do. Even when it’s just to work on the project, you give me shit. I’m so..” Heather takes a deep breath and lets it out, “I’m so sick of feeling guilty for wanting to spend time with someone.”

“Not just someone.” Bishop says through clenched teeth, “But Ray Hall.”

Heather tilts her head back as she breathes in deeply through her nose. Here it is.

“Ray Fucking Hall.”

“Okay, Bishop. I get it. You hate him.” She runs her hands through her hair again but says the next words without hesitation, “But I don’t.”

Bishop blanches at her words and she looks at Natalie who wrinkles her nose at her.

“Heather, you know what he is. You know.” Bishop says with so much heat. Heather just stares down at her feet as Bishop continues his rant. She knows he’s been building this up ever since she was partnered with Ray. She thinks maybe if she lets him have his say then he’ll just back off. Because between him and Ray and everyone else she feels so confused. “All he is and all he’ll ever be is a Meth Row idiot, heading down the same path as his father and brother. You have to see that. You have to know that after all these years.”

“Okay Bishop, that’s enough.” Natalie finally steps in. His eyes flash to her then back to Heather. Without another word he turns on his heel and storms away.

“He’s an idiot.” Natalie says.

“He is.” She agrees.

Natalie wraps her arm around Heather and guides her back out of the classroom, “But you know it’s because he’s in love with you.”

Heather tilts her head back with a groan, “He is not in love with me, Nat.”

Natalie just gives her a look. The look, “If you say so girl.”

After the confrontation, Heather keeps to herself. She doesn’t see either of her friends the rest of the day. She attempts to smile at Ray in class but he just turns in his seat to talk to Adam. She’s too distracted to think anything of it and slides into her seat silently. It’s the week before Spring Break which means their presentations are all week. Their day to present is on Thursday and so Heather sits through the week watching the other presentations. Bishop isn’t talking to her at all and Nat is being distant. She spends her days after school working and keeping Lily away from their trailer as much as possible. The fallouts between her mom and Bo usually last longer than a day or two and it’s always safer to keep their distance.

But then Thursday comes and Ray is nowhere to be seen. She sits in class as the bell rings and picks at her nails. Mrs. Plaza calls her up to the front, “It looks like your partner isn’t going to show. Are you comfortable doing the presentation on your own?”

“I am. But he’ll show.”

Mrs. Plaza looks at her with sympathy, “I’ll put you and Ray last on the list.” She reaches out a hand and places it on Heathers, a comforting touch, “But, Honey, I wouldn’t count on him showing up.”

Heather smiles, “He’ll be here.” And though she sounds confident, with each minute that ticks by, her confidence falters.

Finally, there’s no time left and it’s their turn to present.

He doesn’t show.

#heather x ray fanfic #nillhall fanfic #ray x heather #nillhall #ray hall #heather nill #panic fanfic #panic on prime #my writing

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didsomeonesaydaddydraco · 4 years ago

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That Ravenclaw party | D.M one-shot

Request: yes! @anon (The reader gets a bit too drunk at a party and Draco takes care of her (not sick but just crazy, flirty, and loud))

Words count: 3,866 words

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!reader

Warning: slight mentions of drug and alcohol

The Common Room of the Ravenclaw Tower was filled with drunk and dancing bodies. Music was blasting from somewhere, and the whole room was resplendent in blue light. Y/N was dancing in the middle of the room with some of her fellow students, letting the sound of the bass guitar vibrate in her heart and the beat of drums echo in her throat. The rhythm of music was in control over her body, and she followed its orders. She swung her hips in a figure-of-eight, her hands sliding up on her body, slipping delicately on her slightly sweat covered skin. She ran her fingers through her hair and opened her eyes. Euphoria pervaded her whole system. She felt free. She felt happy. She felt carefree. She felt vivid after a stressful and tough week with too many tests and assignments for her liking. She already knew on Monday that their week was going to be one hell of a ride, and by Wednesday, she just wanted to throw away her books and parchments. So when the Ravenclaw boy asked her is she wanted to go to their party on Friday night, she didn’t even think about saying no. The tall, brunette boy smiled at her and told Y/N to bring a plus one if she wanted. Lucky for Y/N, Pansy Parkinson felt the same way about their week, and she immediately rose from her ashes when she heard their was a party and they were invited. The two Slytherin girl got ready together in their dorm room and drank a few shots of the Firewhiskey that Pansy successfully smuggled in at the beginning of the school year. They were already tipsy when they walked to to Ravenclaw Tower, giggling as their heels echoed through the empty corridors with every step they took. It didn’t take them too much to find their friends, who were also invited by the same boy. One drinking game followed the other, and soon, most of the wizards and witches were drunk and liberated.

“What do you think of Nott?” Pansy asked Y/N in the bathroom. Y/N checked herself in the mirror while her best friend used the loo. Her makeup was a little smudged, but it still looked good. Pansy did an amazing work with her eyeliner and lipstick. She loved how the black liner highlighted her Y/E/C eyes. She looked innocent and sinful at the same time. And also drunk. Her eyes were a little bit red and glossy. She felt like her reflection was blurry and moving, even though she was leaning to the sink to keep her balance. Y/N splashed cold water on her sweaty face and tapped it dry with a towel, before she tied her hair up in a tight ponytail “I mean, is it true that Theo and Tracey are a thing?”

“What?” Y/N laughed “No way, Nott thinks Tracey is way too annoying” she shook her head and looked at her friend with a smirk “Finally admitting you’re a simp for him?”

“Shut up” Pansy rolled her eyes “Maybe he’s not that bad, okay?” She shrugged “He has a lovely smile and nice eyes” Y/N tried to hide her smile but it was almost impossible. She had been watching Pansy and Theo for the last couple of weeks, trying to figure out what was going on between the two, apart from the occasional flirting and secret little glances at the other when one of them wasn’t looking.

“Let’s face it, Pans, Nott is very hot and he’s got a great sense of humour” Y/N stated and put a little perfume behind her ears. They walked out of the bathroom with hand in hand, trying to not lose the other in the crowded room as they made their way to the table that was filled with all kinds of alcohol, soft drinks and snacks. Pansy poured a shot for the both of them and handed one glass to Y/N. Her eyes spot a familiar figure, his platinum blonde hair sticked out of the darkness of the room. Pansy looked back at her friend with a knowing smirk. She knew if Draco was here too, she was going to have the time of her life by just watching her two best friends.

“Maybe you shouldn’t say these things now that Malfoy is here” she winked at drowned her drink in no time “You know how possessive that twat is”

Y/N groaned at the mention of the name. Draco and her had been good friends since the first day they both were sorted into Slytherin. Their relationship was rather complicated. Most of their housemates would have sworn they hated each other, and their often screaming match in the common room didn’t really help to disprove their beliefs. Others would have said they were more than friends, because they were always seen together. It was never Draco or Y/N, it was always Draco and Y/N. Draco and Y/N entering the Great Hall. Draco and Y/N sitting together in classes. Draco and Y/N studying in the library. Draco and Y/N going to Hogsmade. Draco and Y/N walking around the castle. It was always Draco being overprotective and possessive, threatening everyone who just dared to look at Y/N badly. It was always Y/N calming Draco down and stopping him to get in more trouble. It was always Draco holding her just a little bit closer with his hands on her waist at parties. It was always Y/N sitting on Draco’s lap with her hands around his neck, resting her head on his shoulder. But if their closest friends would have to say something about the two, they would have said they were the most intimidating Slytherins in their year, but also the most coward ones because they were scared to admit their feelings. A bright wizard and witch, but too blind to actually see the way they were looking at each other.

Y/N thought Draco wasn’t coming to the party, and as much as she liked having him around, she felt a little relieved when she didn’t see him all night. She knew Draco only wanted the best for her and keep her safe, but she had to get loose from time to time. And with Draco around, it was almost impossible. As for Draco, he didn’t actually plan on coming. He wasn’t even invited. All he wanted was to chill in their own common room with his friends, but when he heard from Nott that Y/N was invited by that Andrew bloke, he know he had to come. The single thought of that git being near to her made his blood boil in rage and jealousy. He was the only one who was allowed to be near her when she was drunk. Draco loved drunk Y/N, she was flirty, fierce and bold, but he hated she got too friendly and gave hugs and compliments to everybody. He wanted her to be like that just with him. Draco’s grey eyes scanned the crowded room. He was trying to find the girl desperately, so he could take her back to their own common room. It wasn’t like he didn’t like to party. Draco Malfoy could be the life of the party if he wanted to, but he certainly didn’t enjoy partying with the other Houses. He liked the safety of their own common room, and he felt more free when only Slytherins were around him. Mostly because every single boy in their House knew that Y/N was off limits to them. Draco only liked to have her around. Draco only danced with her. Draco only hugged her small body and only kissed her soft cheeks.

“Oi, Y/L/N” he called her name when he finally spotted her and Pansy playing beer-pong with Andrew and another Ravenclaw boy. He didn’t like the way the boy was looking at her while she leaned forward to be closer to the cups and throw the small ball into one of them “Nott, c’mon. Someone’s hitting on your girl” Draco grabbed Theo by his shirt and pulled the guy with him. He needed a good excuse to go up to them and drag the girls away. He knew how his mate was feeling about the Parkinson girl, and Theo and his jealousy came to his benefit.

“What the hell?” Nott had no idea what was going on. He was minding his own business, chatting with his classmates. He knew he had nothing to worry about, because the guy who was looking at Pansy actually wanted someone else from their own House “Why don’t you just ask her out finally?” He groaned and stood next to Malfoy when they reached the corner when the two pairs were playing.

Draco’s eyes almost fell out of their places when he saw the tight, black dress Y/N was wearing. Her hair was up in a ponytail, leaving her neck and shoulders exposed. He would have loved to see her in that dress, and would have had no problem with it if he was here with her from the first second. But thinking how many boys could already see her body in that dress just made her already boiling anger even worse.

“Having fun?” He asked with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. Draco’s voice scared Y/N, and she dropped the ball that she was previously holding. She turned around and looked at Draco with innocent eyes and an angelic smile. He might have melted into it if he wasn’t so angry at her for not telling him about her plans “Are you drunk?”

“I’m moderately functional” she giggle and threw her arms around Draco’s tall frame. He immediately sneaked his arms around her waist, holding her steady and close to him. Her flowery perfume caressed his nose, and he would have enjoyed it if it wasn’t mixing with the smell of fire whiskey and butter beer. He tried to hide his smile that was playing on his lips when she buried her face in his neck and planted small kisses on his skin. Draco knew Y/N was trying to distract him from causing a scene in front of everyone. Some people saw Draco as a toxic man, but Y/N knew better. She knew it was Draco’s way to show that he cared. He looked down at her and tucked a few strands of hair out of her face.

“I’ll take that as a no” he chuckled and grabbed her hand “C’mon, we’re going back to the Slytherin common room” he laced their fingers together and tried to pull the girl with him, but she stayed right where she was. Draco closed his eyes and took a deep breathe. He was tired. He had a hard week and he wanted to be back in their common room with Y/N by his side, playing with her hands while she read one of her books or chatted with Pansy about nonsense topics. He really didn’t mind listening them talking about clothes and skin care as long as he could feel her fingers playing with his hair or caressing the inside of his forearm.

“I’m not going back yet” she stated and dropped Draco’s hand “C’mon, Malfoy. The night is still young and you should unwind a little too” she pleaded him with huge eyes, but Draco didn’t care. Y/N was too drunk, along with Pansy. He wanted his girl, who was officially his girl, and her best friend back in the safety of their dorm room. Y/N had no chance to turn back and continue the match that was rudely interrupted by a moody and possessive Draco Malfoy, because the boy in name picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, holding her tightly, so she wouldn’t fell. He pushed his classmates out of his way and ignored Y/N constant hitting on his back.

“Stop moving around or you’ll fall down” he smacked his butt and smirked to himself. Draco knew how easily she could get mad, but she also calmed down soon. She just needed a little fresh air and to be away from all the booze.

“You’re not my favourite person today” she whined and gave up on trying to escape. His grip was too tight on her anyway, and she realised her fall would have been very painful.

“Please” Draco scoffed “I’m not your favourite person any day” he rolled his eyes and stopped walking when he reached the Courtyard. He slowly put down a giggling Y/N and watched as she skipped to a bench and sat down, patting the spot right next to her as an invite to have Draco join her.

“I have tea” she smirked and let her out of the tight ponytail. Draco watched in amazement how her hair flow so smoothly around her face, covering her naked shoulders “You have to promise me you won’t tell anybody” she pointed her finger at him as a warning “It’s a top secret” she whispered with a smile “So, guess what?” She started excitedly “Pansy was peeing while I checked my makeup…by the way, don’t you think she did a good job making me look pretty tonight?” Y/N fluttered her eyelashes and leaned closer to Draco. He couldn’t hide his smile anymore. She was the most adorable thing in that very moment, and it made it even better he was the only one with her.

“You’re always beautiful” he rolled his eyes and kissed her nose. She laughed and and playfully wiped down his kiss.

“Anyways” she laughed and grabbed his hand to play with one of his rings “She was asking me what I was thinking about Nott” Draco’s hands clenched into a fist, but Y/N caressed them to calm him down “She finally admitted that she likes him” Draco laughed at how loud she was right now.

“How should I keep it as a secret if you’re literally screaming it?” He looked at her and stood up, pulling Y/N with her “But I’ll keep this secret” he winked at her “But let’s go back to your room now.”

This time, Y/N didn’t argue. She felt she was running on low energy, and she felt even drunker now, that tiredness was slowly taking over her. Draco watched as she was happily skipping next to him, stopping for a bare second to wave to the portraits or point out something to him. It was way past midnight, and Draco could feel his eyelids getting heavier with every blink. They were almost at their Common Room when Y/N suddenly stopped and grabbed Draco’s hand. He was wide awake as the familiar electricity ran through his whole body when she touched him. It was enough for him to see everything in pink. He felt how his heart skipped a beat and how the butterflies were having a rave party in his stomach.

“Look, I cannot prove what I’m about to tell you. You’re going to have to trust me” her voice was low and Draco got worried. What could be so import and confidential that she felt the sudden urge so share it with him at 2 in the morning?

“We’ll see. Spill” Draco looked at her seriously and even held back his breath. He wanted to hear only one thing from her, but he was sure that wasn’t on her mind in that moment. She was way too drunk to think about them, and it hurt him a little bit. Draco always found it impossible to shake her out of his mind when he was drunk. If it wasn’t enough to have her on his mind almost every single minute of the day, thinking how soft and small her hands felt in his, or how calming her voice was, he had to have those unholy things about him and her in his dorm room.

“I’m from the future” blurted out and laughed at the boy’s funny expression. She was satisfied with herself. It was almost impossible to surprise him or caught off guard. But he was now standing in front of her with an amused, yet confused face.

“Merlin, are you high too?” He groaned and leaned closer to check her eyes, but as soon as he looked into them, he felt himself getting lost in those eyes. Those Y/E/C eyes were hunting him in his dreams, looking at him lovingly or looking up at him with tears and lust in them as she was kneeling in front of him.

“I wish I was. It’s slightly more legal when I’m from” Y/N chirped and skipped away from Draco, who was still looking at the same spot she was previously standing at. He couldn’t believe that energy that was still radiating from her whole body. She always surprised their friends with her drunk actions. They could never tell if it was flirty, happy, clingy, fierce or funny Y/N drinking with them, but they loved her anyway. Draco shook his head and hurried after her, fearing that she might sneak back into the party instead of going back to the Slytherin Common Room. He caught up with her just in time the door opened and allowed them to step into their common room. Finally. Draco thought. They were home, so now he only had to keep her silent and help her to her dorm room. He grabbed her elbow when she almost fell over a stool that was left in the middle of the room. Y/N was tired. She felt like her legs were made out of lead and her high heels were literally killing her feet. She struggled with opening her eyes again every time she blinked, and couldn’t say a single sentence without yawning after every second word. She looked up at Draco with a sigh and dramatically looked back at the stairs that lead to her room.

“What?” Draco asked annoyedly. He wanted to be in his bed, forgetting about the slowly calming down rage in his veins. Back there, in the Ravenclaw Tower, he was so close to jump over the table and beat the shit out of Andrew. It was a very foolish move from him, trying anything with Y/N in the first place. It was a lost case from the beginning.

“Nothing” she sighed again, looking down at her small feet “I’ll just climb up those stairs with my sore feet” she talked like a little girl and even managed to look almost as innocent too. Draco groaned and picked her up in his arms, making his way to the girls’ dorm room. He wasn’t complaining tho. Merlin knows how many times he imagined this scene, where he picked her up and took her to his room. He softly placed her down on her bed and looked down at her. She looked beautiful with her her laying in her pillow around his head like a fan. Her eyes were closed with she wasn’t yet asleep. Something was missing for her. She slowly opened her eyes and held her hand out to Draco to grab it.

“Cuddles?” She asked with a slight smile. That was her way to apologise. Y/N knew Draco wasn’t necessarily pissed at her, but more because he didn’t know Pansy and her were going to a party in the first place. Draco liked to know where she was, just in case he had to go and get her. He just feared that she would do something that she would regret later, and most definitely didn’t want anything bad to happen to her.

“Alright” he sighed happily and took off his shoes, before he grabbed Y/N heels and took them off for her. He went to her drawer and pulled out one of his old black shirts that Y/N stole a couple of weeks ago. Draco threw it at her and told Y/N to get changed while he went back to his own room to do the same.

“Did it hurt?” Y/N asked him, when Draco was back and they were tucked in bed, with Draco hugging her small body from behind. Her words were blurry from tiredness and the alcohol, so he had to really pay attention to understand what she was trying to say. It was hard. Not because it was impossible to understand what she was saying, but because his mind was somewhere else. He was fighting with the butterflies in his stomach and the heat burning his whole body as he held her in his arms. This was a first. They had never slept in the same bed before, only took a nap on one of the sofas in the Common Room in the middle of the day. But this was different. They were alone in the room, Draco was wearing only his PJ pants, and Y/N was wearing only Draco’s old shirt. The whole room was silent, only their heavy breathing filled it. Draco finally felt calm. He had what he wanted. He was finally chilling how he wanted in the first place. In their own room, with her in his arms.

“Let me guess, when I fell from heaven?” He asked with a playful tone and intertwined their fingers to stop Y/N from playing with them. He just wanted to finally sleep and later wake up with her still by his side so her face could be the first thing he saw.

“No” she chuckled and turned over in his arms to see his face. She felt Draco’s mint breathe in her face and smiled at him.

“Than what?” He pulled her closer and hid his face in her neck. Both of them knew it wasn’t a friendly sleepover anymore. Friends didn’t act like this. Friends didn’t get jealous over some stupid Ravenclaw boy. Friends didn’t felt the need to hold each other close every minute. Friends, didn’t sleep in the same bed, being this close to each other and thinking about one thing only. Maybe their friends were wrong. Maybe they weren’t that blind after all. Maybe they were very much aware of their actions and words. Maybe, just maybe, they didn’t even have to say those words out loud, because they already knew everything that they should have said.

“Did it hurt when you fell for me?” She played with his soft hair. Draco buried his face deeper into her neck and chuckled softly. That girl was really something else.

“It was actually the most amazing fall ever” he kissed her neck softly and listened to her as her breathes get slower and heavier. He watched her in her sleep. Who would have thought they needed a stupid Ravenclaw party to finally take a step forward in their relationship? Draco was satisfied. He felt like the happiest man alive, and he planned to keep his happiness by his side for a very long time.

#Ravenclaw party #draco malfoy x slytherin #Draco Malfoy one shot #Draco Malfoy imagines #jealous Draco malfoy #possessive Draco malfoy #soft Draco malfoy

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EP’s FanFiction Master Post

So this is something I should have done a long time ago on my previous account, but better late than never. For those of you who find me, this is going to be a place where you can find all the fics I’ve written over the years. This will be added to over time as I fight to revive my muse.

It’ll be categorized by fandom, so you can quickly find what you do or don’t want to read. Here we go.

Pokemon

A Valentines Dream Come True - It's Valentines Day, and a certain redheaded Gym Leader is finally getting to enjoy it with the boyfriend of her dreams. During their time together, they get into a little discussion about dreams, and Ash doesn't wanna tell her his! So to get him to spill, she tells him her dreams...when she finally learns Ash's dream...will both their dreams come true? - Based on a drawing from @miyatoriaka, which can be found HERE.

AAML: Diamond and Pearl Version - Follow me as I remake the DP episodes in order and in sequence, all so I can add the biggest star besides Ash himself. Misty! Watch her and Ash's love grow as they go on their journey. The absolute LONGEST story in my portfolio, and you will see my writing evolve the longer you go on. Be prepared for a massive read that even now is STILL going.

All I Want For Christmas Is You - It's Christmas time and the Ketchum household is hosting a party with all of Ash's friends. But while Ash and Misty dance around their feelings for each other, another Sensational Sister is about to find herself in a situation she never could have expected, but she'll be darned if she lets it slip through her manicured fingers. (Spinoff of @hollylu-ships-it‘s "A Christmas in Kanto" comic which can be found HERE.

Best Friend - "Why? Why did I have to be so stupid as to make the mistake of falling in love with my best friend?" - Story told in Misty’s POV.

Blessings From Heaven - I'm Ash Ketchum, and I'm getting married today! But how did this come to be? Through God's devine planning is how. Here's my story: I'm marrying Misty. - Warning for religious themes, told in Ash’s POV.

I Miss You - Misty misses Ash terribly, and it's affecting her emotionally as she's more irritable than usual, if that was even possible. But Daisy has a plan to get Ash to come and see Misty again. Will her plan have the desired effect? Or will it cause something she never could've seen coming? - Based on a trio of drawings from the long lost Simply-Nicole. The old art can be found on my dA page HERE, HERE, and HERE.

I’m Misty, and You Are? - Misty tells the story we all know and love...literally. She's telling the story. Based on artwork from the long lost Simply-Nicole, which can be found on my old dA page HERE.

Keep The Faith - This time it's May and Drew getting married, and it takes place in the "Blessings From Heaven" universe. Warning for religious themes.

Looks - It's Ash's birthday and all of his friends have gathered together in the woods to reminisce on the time they spent traveling with their favorite Pokemon Trainer. But something's about to happen that could change the way that Ash and Misty look at each other forever…the question is, is it for the better?

Lovesick - Kenny is feeling strange...he feels like he's sick...but is he really ill? Or is he just lovesick?

Madam Zara - When Misty decides to get experimental with her appearance, she finds herself in the hands of a world-famous beautician named Madam Zara. With most of Misty's makeovers ending less than ideally, will this be the one to shatter the mold? And how will Ash react? - Based on a drawing and idea from @hollylu-ships-it which can be found HERE.

Our Own Sunset - Ash and Misty watch the sunset together, but Misty's bothered by it. - Set in the AAML: Diamond and Pearl version universe.

Pokeshipping Week 2015 - My first time participating in Pokeshipping Week ever, hard to believe it was five years ago.

Pokeshipping Week 2016 - This year of Pokeshipping saw me collab with @hollylu-ships-it, you can see the art she put together on her Tumblr page.

Symptoms of Love - Ash and Tracey are hit by a Vileplume's Stun Spore, and Misty has to fend for herself in order to find a cure. But once she gets Ash back to health, Ash still feels many of the same symptoms from before. Why is that?

Tell Me I’m Pretty - It isn't easy being the youngest sister, especially when your oldest sister is getting married and you're the only one without a date for the once in a lifetime event. Misty can't help but feel like she doesn't measure up somehow, but a surprise visit from her closest friend is sure to make her feel pretty once more. - Inspired by THIS piece from @hollylu-ships-it.

The Road Not Taken - When Ash gets some bad news from home, he goes into a depression and starts doubting both himself and the choices he's made. But luckily, someone is there with him to remind him he's loved and cared about. - Based on yet another drawing from @hollylu-ships-it. Look at it HERE.

Warmth - It's New Years Eve, and the recently married Ash and Misty Ketchum are ready to host their first ever holiday party at their home together, but when a snowstorm makes it so no one can arrive safely, Misty is saddened. But will they really end up spending their New Years Eve alone? Or will surprise visitors warm their hearts?

Super Robot Monkey Team Hyperforce Go

Iron Girl - A robot girl who hates the fact she's a robot...will she realize just how important she is or will she continue to simply wallow in self-pity?

War Between the Living and the Dead - The war between the living and the dead has begun, and the Hyperforce has to go up against their biggest challenge yet. But with help from their allies across the galaxy, they can triumph! Or can they? This is my take on what Season 5 would've been, plugging plotholes and making sense out of a series that left us all hanging.

Buzz Lightyear of Star Command

Reflections of a Legend - Buzz Lightyear Personal Log - Stardate 92893.81. I don't quite know how to explain this, or what I'm feeling, so I guess I'll just start talking and tell you what's on my mind. There's someone I just can't get out of my head, and truthfully, I'm not sure I want to. - This is a first-person dive into Buzz’s character.

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Kim Possible

Angels Watching Over Me - Kim and Ron are going down a dark path that could eventually end in their own destruction...literally, not figuratively. When the Sloth dangles over a cliff that holds their fate in the balance, who will come in their time of need? How about...someone they never could have dreamed? - Based on a true story, warning for religious themes.

Busted - Hana wants cookie, Hana tries to get cookie, Hana gets caught trying to get cookie.

The Running Back - All-star Running back Ron Stoppable is about to face the biggest challenge of his life. He's got just a few seconds to win the championship for the Middleton Mad Dogs, but more importantly to him, he's got just a few seconds to make his girlfriend proud.

The True Meaning - Both Ron and Kim are well aware of the true meaning of Christmas, and that's why they're volunteering at a church's Bethlehem Revisited event to spread the word. Kim's happy to help and all, but...why is Ron calling her such a weird name? - Warning for religious themes.

Trick or Treat - Kim is pulling a trick on Ron, will it be a great treat, or is he about to suffer the wrath of Kim Possible? He has no clue, yet.

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Fillmore!

A Promising Tomorrow - Takes place immediately after the end of the episode "A Forgotten Yesterday." Fillmore's lost two of his old friends now and needless to say, he's tired of losing people to the darkness he was lucky enough to escape from. Luckily, Ingrid's there to show him that his efforts to rehabilitate his delinquent friends haven't exactly gone to waste. There's one person who's benefited.

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Miraculous Ladybug

You’re Loved - Adrien Agreste, Chat Noir, different identities but more alike than he would like to admit. No matter who he becomes at any given time, there's always something very important missing in his life. Will he ever find what he's looking for? Or is it possible he's always had it and never realized it?

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Beyblade

We Are One - Kai gave it his all battling against Brooklyn and his bit-beast Zeus. Now, after his close brush with death, Kai must summon the strength to go and support Tyson before disaster strikes the world. But there's no way he's strong enough to do it on his own...but thankfully, he won't have to, which is what Kai is about to learn. Sister story to "I Can't Lose You."

I Can’t Lose You - A week after Tyson's battle against the evil bit-beast Zeus and his trapped blader Brooklyn, the world is slowly making its way back to normal. Kai managed to survive and is recovering in the hospital, and Tyson is getting some much-deserved rest. But when Kenny comes to tell Tyson that Hilary has quit the team, he loses it, and goes to find out why. My first Beyblade story.

Save a Dance For Me - With the all new BBA launching with a gala to celebrate the occasion, Tyson finds himself in the uncomfortable position of needing to ask someone to be his date. He has someone in mind, but will his greatest beyblading rival get in his way and turn out to be his greatest rival in love?

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Teen Titans

Healing Touch - With several Titans pairing up, the lingering emotions are taking a toll on Raven's empathic senses and causing her to lose control of her own feelings. When she gives in and does something completely crazy, it's up to Beast Boy to pull her out of a dark place and bring her back to the light. - There is accompanying artwork from @hollylu-ships-it HERE and HERE.

More Than a Hero - I've learned a lot of lessons under Batman, he taught me everything I would ever need to know about being a superhero, about being Robin...but Starfire taught me how to be Dick Grayson, and she taught me how to fly. - Story from Robin’s POV, accompanying artwork from @hollylu-ships-it is HERE.

Robin Rising - Life is good for Dick Grayson, he's the leader of a team of superheroes he's blessed enough to call his family, and he's about to turn 18 which he figures will open up a whole new world of possibilities for him. But when his old mentor and "father" calls in, showing that he captured a criminal that had eluded the Titans forever, things get flipped upside-down. - Multichapter fic which is part of a much larger universe, plenty of accompanying artwork can be found over on @hollylu-ships-it‘s account. Go give her a follow and fav.

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Sonic the Hedgehog

A Light in Darkness - A small band of heroes go back in time to try and prevent a cataclysmic event that would eventually destroy all of creation as they knew it. But what is the nature of this threat? How dangerous is it? And how far will they have to go in order to stop it from viciously destroying all they hold dear? Features a deep cast of Sonic characters, and a very special OC owned by @e-vay

Anonymous - For Shadow the Hedgehog, Christmas doesn't mean what it means to his friends and the rest of the world. Instead, he has a self-appointed mission he needs to carry out. But this year, he may find something that he's never really had before, and it could change the way Shadow sees Christmas for the rest of his life.

Christmas Wishes - For ten years, Amy Rose has only wanted one thing for Christmas, and she's finally come to accept the reality that she'll never receive it. But a conversation with Rouge rekindles her hope and her Christmas spirit. Will she be let down again? Or will her one wish finally come true this year? Read to find out. (Sister story to my other story titled "Anonymous")

Comfort In the Storm - When a thunderstorm strikes and leaves Cream quivering in fright, it's up to Tails to find a way to alleviate his crush's fears, and maybe even give her a reason to enjoy thunderstorms instead of fearing them.

Cream Adventure DX: Author’s Cut - A redo of an old story. Cream finds a strange statue in the meadow, and she knows just who to go to to figure out what it is, but she gets more than she bargained for when she goes looking for him. What happens?

Dreams of an Absolution - Silver lays awake at night and reflects on his life in this apocalyptic world Iblis has destroyed...but most of his reflections revolve around a certain fire girl with lavender fur. He wants to be happy with her, but a warzone is a bad place to kindle love, and so every night he lays awake, and dreams of an absolution.

Relations - Knuckles has a problem. He's in love...but...that presents a very unique problem...or does it?

Running to the Point of No Return - Sonic is the fastest thing alive, and Amy is told that that's the biggest obstacle keeping her and Sonic away from each other. But what's she supposed to do to keep up with him, when there's NO ONE fast enough to keep up with him?

Scars - Some things that happen in life leave scars behind that go with us for the rest of our lives. For Miles "Tails" Prower, such a thing happened to him in the depths of space many years ago...the loss of his first true love...though the pain weakens and the scars fade, they never go away completely, and Tails has learned to live with and embrace that fact.

Seven Rings and Five Fingers In Hand - A redo of the final battle in Sonic and the Secret Rings, Sonamy style!

The Heart of Chao - Chao are adorable little creatures, and they make great pets for anyone who's looking for something to take care of. But there's more to chao than just being cute, they're filled with more heart and love than anyone can imagine, and that can sometimes lead to bringing others closer together. Here are just a few stories of that very thing happening to our favorite characters.

Trapped In This Machine - Sonic has seemingly fallen madly in love with Amy, but is this sudden romance truly sincere, or is it only skin deep, hiding something sinister underneath? - Inspired by a drawing from @e-vay, found HERE.

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2, 4, 6, 13 for jessie beloved 💞

thank you lesya my beloved!!! sorry for the delay but you know how i be 🥲

2. Who is your best friend? Tell us about them!

"Only the most gorgeous lady in Hope County, Ms. Tracey Lader! We could be more than friends, if she just says the word. Either way, sure as hell not gonna desert her to hang out with some freakshow cult. I know when I have a good thing going, unlike some people.

But seriously, I know Tracey has a reputation for being a little prickly at first, but she's one of the sweetest, most patient people I've met since I've been here. She puts up with me, she's understanding and doesn't judge when I tell her I've done something, uh... less than brilliant.

Alright, sometimes she judges a little, but only when I deserve it. That girl probably knows more about me than anyone. I'm lucky to have her."

4. What is your least favorite childhood memory?

"Hmm, alright, so. I'm ten years old, goin' over to my pal Kaitlyn's for a sleepover. Now, I'm nervous as shit, 'cause Kaitlyn's house isn't just any regular ol' house, her folks have money. Huge house on this huuuuuuge sprawling farm. And also because I had a huge crush on Kaitlyn, but I wasn't entirely, uh, cognizant of that yet.

But anyways, we were off explorin' the place — which like I said, was huge, especially to a kid — ridin' round on four wheelers, having a blast, and we come up on their chickens. And her family has 'em in this huge chicken coop with a big ol' free range area. I mean bigger than some people's backyard.

We stop off and she's gonna let me feed the chickens, 'cause I've never done it before, so I got a hand full of chicken feed. When don't you know it her shitass older brother and his friend are up there, sitting on top of the coop, and start throwing rocks at us, big ones, shits that hurt. So Kaitlyn starts crying, I'm pissed off, I climb my way up there to give 'em hell. Knock the first one off, feeling pretty good about that, feel like I'm looking pretty cool. Start to go for the second one, he runs off — but trips me on the way, I fall back... break right through the chicken wire and land in their little playpen. Smack dab in the middle of a huge pile of chicken shit.

And that's bad enough, right? But mind you, I still have a fistful of chicken feed, which I remember bout the time I feel something peck right between my eyes. Then my neck. And damn near every wear else on me. Had to have been at least ten of them suckers pecking the shit out of me. Still have a scar from it, right here on my wrist. Anyways, I tear down near half the chicken coop getting out, they all go running to their freedom, which is too bad, 'cause if I ever wanted to cook and eat a family of chickens...

Needless to say, I was not invited back to anymore sleepovers at Kaitlyn's. Worst part though? Her brother kept calling me 'chickenshit' everytime he saw me at school. Which is fucked, 'cause he was the one running away. Little bastard."

6. What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do?

"Oof, well... It's been a pretty cushy ride for the most part, kinda coasted through life. I'd say the hardest thing would probably be getting through the police academy. Now, the book learning part wasn't exactly challenging, but it was fucking boring. And I thought I was in pretty good shape but... really worked my ass off physically. More than I had to, according the instructors, but... Never too careful, don't wanna be one of those assholes that just knows how to fire a gun and nothing else.

But most of all, it was hard 'cause it was full of a lot of those assholes. And lots of other kinds of assholes. Assholes everywhere. Not in a good way."

13. You’re given an unlimited budget to build anything you want! What do you build and where do you build it?

Answered here!

#she answered exactly one of these honestly and still told two small lies in it #mess!#oc: deputy jestiny ellen

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i-am-the-balancing-point · 3 years ago

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✨WIP something Day✨

I stg I am literally THE WORST at responding to these things but @transdeputy tagged me to post a wip a few days ago. you already saw the wip of my dep so have some writing aswell and pls be gentle, this is not my first language, I have literally no idea about writing, I used hella prompt lists just be cool ok 🥲

a snippet from my Sharky x f!Dep fic under the cut

Anger ate away at her insides like the flames were eating away at the scrap wood, old couch cushions, empty packaging and trashed lawn chairs she had previously assemble in front of the old school bus that sat in the middle of Moonflower Trailer Park. Rook grabbed another molotov and chucked it straight ahead as if she could somehow attach all the frustration and hurt the past days had caused her to the liquid inside. Today had been particularly frustrating. She had been trying to find a way to free Marshal Burke from Faith’s capture, so far to no avail, which was already gnawing on her enough. Not even knowing where to look for them she tried to keep herself busy by running missions for the resistance. It was mostly enough to make her feel like she was at least not a complete waste of space but what had happened just hours before was making her doubt the value of everything they did to fight the cult once more.

The hostages Tracey and Leon had taken her to free from an outpost with, relied on them to get them out of the Peggies capture and to at least bring them to temporary safety. Not only had they failed them but the hostages and Leon had to pay for their ineptitude in completing this relatively simple task with their lives. Tracey and Rook barely made it out alive themselves, horrendously outnumbered by cult members and painfully underprepared for the additional backup the cultists had quickly called once fire had been opened. If it weren’t for Tracey yanking her away from the young man Rook was desperately trying to somehow prevent from bleeding out right under her hands, she would have surely met the same fate as Leon. She barely even knew them but it was still painful to be so closely involved in the death of another human being and frustrating to feel so responsible for it (even though there was nothing she could have done to prevent it, really). They had tried to comfort them back at the Hope County Jail but Tracey was having none of it, quickly removing herself from the situation with few words and Rook went to deal with it in a similar fashion.

It had been a while now that she sought out solitude to process her feelings but mindless destruction paired with the heat seemed to be the only thing that could at least provide her with some distraction. She watched the bottle shatter on a log right at the center of the bonfire. The liquid spilling out causing the flames to rise up momentarily.

“Yo, Deputy, if you carry on like that you’re gonna make me jizz my pants right here on the spot!”

Rook spun around so fast she swore she should have pulled a muscle. How the hell did she not catch him coming closer? He wasn’t a particularly stealthy type.

“Fuck! Sharky!” she exclaimed. “The hell you doing here?”

@josephslittledeputy also tagged me in the wip title meme but this is literally the only one I am working on and it doesn’t even have a title so this will have to do lol

as always, love y’all! not tagging specific ppl but everyone who’d like to do it.

#I started writing this a while ago and now I'm stuck at The Sex Part #also I do not know how to work around the she did. he did. she did. he did. thing #it becomes more prominent later on #if you have advice pls hmu!!!#writing #tag meme #Far Cry 5 #Sharky Boshaw #Deputy Rook #sharky x deputy #fan fiction #also: what *is* Sharky doing at the trailer park?#literally nobody has ever seen him there #or heard him play his music #all very mysterious #my dep #my writing #mine

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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐬 | 𝟏

The Wattpad Version ➼ Lovely Little Liars Table of Contents

𝗟𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀

Trigger Warnings:

Offensive Language, Mention of Death

Draco

He couldn't bear to look.

Lucius Malfoy stood on a podium with restraints on both his arms and legs. A heavy metal brace rested on his neck with a multitude of locks unable to be unlocked with just a simple 'alohomora'.

His mother was next to him with an emotionless look on her face, but she knew how to control her emotions. Her hands were locked with her son's, squeezing it with a mixture of fear, anxiety and comfort.

He couldn't tell if she was giving or wanting the comfort.

Draco could have almost been unrecognisable. His overly light blonde hair was a mess. He wore an oversized light grey shirt with long, pushed up sleeves. He had navy jeans that were ironed but slightly crushed up. He could have been Potter if he wanted to.

There were fifty people in stands looking down from their high spots. Draco stood by his mother on the side of the cold, and open, cobblestone courtyard where his father stood silently on his podium in the middle of it all.

Then out of nowhere, memories flooded his head, bad memories. It worsened by the second and Draco felt that he might have blacked out.

But it was time.

A dementor floated airily toward his father. Draco saw the anguish in his father's eyes. The defeat. The dementor didn't immediately suck out his father's soul like how the process of the dementor's kiss would normally go. His father turned his head to see his wife and son one last time. But the anguish in his father's eyes turned into hatred as he looked at Draco. He was able to get one word out before the dementor took his soul.

"Faggot."

The dementor took less than a minute to take the man's soul as Lucius's soulless body was dragged away after falling forwards with an eerie hollow-sounding thud.

That was when the tears flooded out. Draco didn't know if he was crying over his father's soul being permanently stripped away forever or that his last words were about his complete hatred for him. His mother took her hand from his and rubbed his back trying to soothe him. Draco knew how much this broke his mother too.

When they reached the elevators, Draco had composed himself enough. No matter how much his family was hated now, he couldn't show the pain. The Malfoys shouldn't show any more emotions than they already had shown. Too much emotion that is showcased to the world, meant the more damage that could be done to you from the world.

Narcissa then swiftly apparated them back to the Malfoy Manor silently.

Once there, his mother immediately requested to be alone as she slowly, yet gracefully, walked to her quarters, her black high heels clicking as she walked.

Draco's trials had happened the week before. He was spared for being underage when he took the mark. Someone defended him but they wore their hood hiding their identity. When Lucius's punishment had completely finished Draco had a faint glimpse of his defender's vibrant, emerald green eyes and round looking glasses as the Wizengamot members filed out as his defender attended Lucius's soul detachment. The mysterious person was a bit shorter than average, had tanned skin and wore muggle-looking shoes called running shoes. Draco could have guessed they were no older than seventeen or sixteen.

Although Draco didn't understand how the stranger had to much evidence to prove his innocence.

But alas, the stranger wasn't able to prove him to be completely innocent. He still had the dark mark.

As Draco wasn't going to Azkaban yet, they put him on probation instead.

He couldn't cast any offensive spells and hardly any of the ministry-approved spells were helpful to him. The ministry then made it so if Draco were to leave his home he would only be allowed twelve hours per day.

A loud bang sounded at the door making Draco visibly jump. Quickly running towards the door in case it was the ministry, he opened the door to see a person slightly shorter than him with raven coloured hair styled in a short, black bob, immediately attacking him with a strong bear hug. Not far back was another with long, dark brown hair that had a natural purple tint, smiling.

It was Pansy and Astoria.

Pansy and Astoria could have been counted as two of his actual best friends.

Pansy was his first friend that was a girl ever. They weren't ever going to marry as their families were already close enough to be family. She had admitted to liking him in the sixth year while they were in their seventh. But she got over that quickly. But to him, Pansy was always like his sister. She helped him in his darkest times and vice versa. They were quite close. They loved each other as actual siblings would. He would do anything for her.

Astoria was a bit of a different case. The two were mutual friends at first thanks to one of his other friends being Daphne Greengrass, Astoria's older sister. When Draco was in his seventh year and she was in her fifth, they were told they'd be wed one year after Astoria graduated from Hogwarts. Because Daphne had died a month after the war when her health was terrible from a blood curse which resurfaced in her and a critical hit while fighting in the war it caused the entire Greengrass family go through much grief. They still grieved, because family is one of the hardest lose.

"Dray, darling!",Pansy cried out as Draco hugged her, shocked about her and Astoria's sudden,unexpected arrival.

"W-what are you two doing here?",Draco asked confusedly.

Pansy shot Astoria a look of confusion and worry. Astoria crept up closer towards the doorway.

"Did you not receive the letter?",Pansy replied with a clear sense of agitation and worry lining her voice.

"Maybe it would be better if we talked inside.",Astoria stated, pointing inside the manor.

Draco quickly looked backwards inside his house to see if his mother was still in her room before answering,"Of course, although we ran out of tea and won't be able to get anymore for a while without our house elves for the year."

Pansy gave a firm, but compassionate nod while Astoria gave him another smile.

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"I am so sorry we weren't there for you today, we—",Pansy started before Draco cut her off.

"It's okay. I'm fine now. But what is this about a letter?",Draco asked, quickly changing the subject.

Pansy eyed him, searching for clues to see how Draco wasn't fine at all, before answering Draco's question.

"I was in my Manor reading when an owl flew in with a letter. As you know our owls normally went straight to our parents unless it was a friend our parents approved of. But the stamp was none of the pureblood crests. It...it was from Hogwarts. They requested that we were to come to Hogwarts for a reunion and some news. And this was only sent to those in our year. But I-we, came here to ask if you were coming to the reunion."

Draco was shocked.

A reunion?

How come he was never owled?

"Do you know who else is coming? Slytherins I mean."

"Well, Goyle...he committed suicide after Crabbe died. Theo gave me a maybe though it was pretty unclear, Blaise hasn't answered any of mine or Astoria's owls. But I do know that I'm going, although Astoria is only in her sixth year meaning she can't go. That bitch, Millicent is dead thank Morgana. But I heard a rumour that Tracey was going to come after she was proven innocent by the ministry."

Draco stiffened at the thought of Tracey. None of his friends were ever fond of her and Millicent, for reasons nobody wanted to nor was ready to discuss.

"I will go only since you will be going and because Astoria cannot go with you. When did the letter say the reunion was?"

"In two days time I believe."

"Merlin. Okay, I will have to let mother know then. Have either of you two seen Theo or Blaise since the war?"

"I haven't seen the two but Pansy and I have only owled Theo once if that counts and his response was only one word. But we're not exactly sure if he will go to the reunion. And we haven't heard a word from Blaise since then. He just disappeared off the radar.",Astoria piped up. She was almost always with Pansy and always thought of her as second older sister. Especially since Daphne's death.

"How is your mother doing right now Dray? Je me sens comme un idiote de ne pas demander!"

"She's....fine...",Draco remarked doubtfully, looking backwards at the kilometre long hallway filled with the moving portraits of the past Malfoys.

"She's that bad? Merlin!",Pansy replied a gasp, shaking her head with pity.

Astoria discreetly nudged the young woman as she realised what time it was. At least half an hour had passed.

"Merde. Sorry to cut our time short Dray dear but I promised Astoria we'd go somewhere for a bit as she can't apparate on her own yet. Oh! Mcgonagall also stated that she wanted us there a day earlier. I can apparate us to the train station."

"It's completely fine. I should be available then. I'll have to let mother know now."

Astoria gave Draco a smile as Pansy gave him one last tight, warm hug before Pansy apparated the two young women to wherever they had made plans to go.

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When the two girls were gone Draco let out a heavy sigh.

He trudged to his paren— his mother's room to check on her. Lucius's death took quite a toll on her. He didn't know what could happen to her if he left her alone for only two days.

Draco opened the door as the only sound made was a squeak from the door opening. Narcissa laid in her bed upright with a tiny, dark green book in her hands, silently flipping the page, a small frown etched onto her face.

"Mother..?"

"D-Draco!",Narcissa jumped,"I didn't hear you come in! Did you need something? Is it already supper? I can make you some food if your—"

"No no mother. It's just that Pansy and Astoria came over a small while ago and informed me of something."

"Oh those two darlings, what was it that happened dear?"

"Er— They told me that all of the seventh years from last year were invited to a reunion. I have already confirmed with Pansy on my attendance to the meet. But was part of the ministry's prohibition not giving us our letters? I only just found out about the reunion from Pansy today. But more importantly, will you be okay alone? It should only last two days, but I'll have to leave tomorrow."

"I should be fine by myself Draco. I am not that weak to become dysfunctional over one man's death. Although I will contact my lawyer about the owls. You should go start packing. Your old school trunk is in your sixth closet."

Draco smiled at his mother, who's stance straightened up, as he left the door with a squeak when he closed the door slowly.

Once the door was closed completely, Draco walked quickly to his own room and slammed the door shut as he slid down the door, his long legs sprawled out

He took a long deep breathe as he smiled some tears falling down.

"I wonder if Potter will be there."

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#angst #blairon #blaise zabini #draco malfoy #drarry #fanfiction #gaylove #gryffindor #harry potter #hermione granger #lgbtq+#love #pansmione #pansy parkinson #ron weasley #slytherin #trauma

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blissfulalchemist · 4 years ago

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@jedi-mabari and @deathvalleyqueen I am so sorry this took me a while to get to but angst makes my heart hurt 😔 but I do hope you enjoy this piece still! 💜

The amount of times one gets to lay under the sun in the middle of a haunted town was almost never, unless your girlfriend was a figurehead of a cult. It was my idea to come here though, no one ever came here, we could be safe. Out in the open, just me and Faith like we should have been any other time of our lives.

It’s silent between the two of us as we listen to the buzzing of bugs, eyes closed, her loose hair brushing my cheeks in the wind. The sun feels warmer than it did just an hour ago, I figure it has to do with the Bliss we’ve both taken a little bit of, maybe I should have brought some music. She’s gotten better about her intake and I indulge every now and then, just to take the edge off when it all starts feeling like too much. That seems to be happening more often. If I had music I’d play something soft. I feel light despite the fear that weighs me down. Fear that I’m going to ruin this moment as my thoughts go back to the reason I invited her here.

I figured out something about our past, one we’ve apparently shared this entire time. I had finally made it to my childhood in my dad’s writings and there were too many similarities for it to be just a coincidence. Seeing her the next day, the light hitting her eyes, it all clicked. All the memories I didn’t want to acknowledge for years because they hurt, the feelings of a twelve year old’s crush, and the hollow chest I buried away after I came back to find Rachel gone. It all hurt again and it took me some time to figure out if I was mad at her or not. I am far from happy in the things she’s done but I still see her, the Rachel I knew, she’s in there somewhere.

Her hand reaches out for mine, the barest touch of her skin against mine relaxes my body, “You haven’t spoken in a while,” I need to keep my mouth shut, ”Is everything okay, Chance?” Her voice is soft as I hear the dirt shift under her, she’s turning to face me.

My heart is pounding as I entwine my fingers with hers, my free hand starting to feel clammy. “Everything is,” I hesitate with my words, because everything isn’t okay. I’ve been in love with you since we were kids but so much has changed since then. I love you, the woman you are now. I love you….and I can’t help but feel that I shouldn’t.

She’s propping herself up on her elbow, “Chance?” She’s brushing some of my hair out of my eyes, I have yet to open them fully, my hand feels empty and lost without hers. “Talk to me,” she’s worried about me.

I move to sit up bringing my knees up to rest my arms against them, “Faith….I- Well there’s something I need to tell you.” I meet her eyes briefly, she’s regarding me with her blue-green eyes that seem to see deep into me. I take a deep breath, “I was reading my dad’s journals and well,” my mouth starts to go dry, “I think we were friends before this. Back when we were kids.” I glance at her trying to read her face, she meets mine with a small smile.

She’s moving to sit up with me, her arms enveloping me, “I know,” she kisses my shoulder as my head’s reeling. She knew this whole time and didn’t tell me? How did she figure it out so fast? “I forgive you too.”

“Wait, what?” I pull back quickly facing her, my eyes narrowing, “You forgive me? How did you even figure out that we were practically best friends? And why keep that a secret from me?”

She shrugs like this whole thing is nothing, “I didn’t know at first until you brought me over the day you caused a grenade to come at me. I saw the picture on your mantle,” she’s reaching her hand out to me, “I recognized your face. I’ve always known what you looked like when you disappeared. I have a picture of the two of us in my room.” She’s laughing, grabbing my hand tracing my tattoos. My blood’s running cold with each line she makes. She knew, “You remember when we still did the team mud run at the Testy Festy. Everyone kept telling us we were too small and we’d get lost in the mud. We ended up winning first place after you tripped everyone else.”

She knew! I’m on my feet, my hands balling into fists at my sides, “This isn’t some joke Faith! Why keep this from me?” There’s a breaking in my chest.

She flinches, regaining her confidence quickly meeting my eyes head on, “I thought you’d known since the beginning and that’s why you were so nice to me. When I figured out that you didn’t, I didn’t want you to leave again.” She hangs her head crossing her legs under her. Playing the victim.

“How the fuck can I leave! I’m trapped here,” I’m clenching and unclenching my hands, shutting my eyes pushing aside the rage building up in me, “and your new little family is the reason why!” I shouldn’t be shouting, I just can’t stop myself. She knew and she’s blaming me for something I didn’t do!

She’s on her feet quickly, her hands in fists at her sides, “That wasn’t my fault! You all should have let us be! If you want someone to blame for you being trapped here, blame your damn Marshall!”

“He wouldn’t have had to come if you had just stayed as some peaceful religious group and not resorting to kidnapping some poor woman from a different state!” Her face turns to confusion as I continue, “The file we got said she’s denying any wrongdoing but there was too much evidence to say otherwise. We just needed to bring him in to question him and hope that maybe she’d talk about it. Be the corroboration that was needed for the video.”

“Video,” she whispers to herself. There’s another word mumbled that I can’t make out as she’s looking to the ground, her eyes moving from side to side like she’s trying to put something together. I can tell she knows what I’m talking about, how couldn’t she not. Everything related back to them. She shakes her head, “Maybe she’s right and it was nothing,” waving the situation off making her voice softer, “Look can we just forget about this.” She smiles and moves closer to me.

There’s an attempt to grab my hands, I pull them away crossing my arms, “No! There’s one more thing,” her face has become neutral and I hate her even more right now, “You said you forgive me. What exactly do you forgive me for?”

She rolls her eyes giving a snort, “You know what it is. You hurt me but it's okay because I forgive you.” Faith, no Rachel, runs a hand down my cheek.

My jaw clenches, “For what!” Everything she’s doing is to distract me from the problem at hand. I’m not going to forget this, I don’t want to put this off to the side never to be thought of again. “Faith I have no idea what you’re talking about? Just tell me and don’t play your little games with me.”

I watch as her head falls, there’s tears forming in her eyes, “You never came back.”

I drop my arms, “Oh,” I know exactly what she’s talking about now. The summer I promised her we would save her, that I would finally become the White Knight she always called me. My grandfather had let it slip and I couldn’t keep the secret, I had to tell her. Looking back I shouldn’t have said anything and listened to my grandfather. I just had the excitement of a kid barring me from thinking of the what if’s. She’s wrong though too, “I did come back. You were gone Faith. You left too.”

Her face turns red, eyes narrowing, her jaw clenching. I swear she’s going to break her teeth with how tight it is, “After I waited!” She’s pointing an accusing finger at me, “I waited for you!” I’m pushed back a step as she shoves me, escaping tears falling down her cheeks, “For three years Chance! Three! Years!” Her small fists are pounding against my chest and I don’t say or do anything, just let her continue, “I don’t know if you could tell already but my life went to hell when you left and didn’t come back! It was bad before that and you promised me that you would come back and things were going to get better!” I watch as the tears fall from her eyes. Her words are choked as the tears turn to sobs, “You promised and then you didn’t come back! I waited hoping you would come back for me.” I watch as she hunches over clutching her chest, her shoulders shaking with the sobs.

What can one even say to that admission? I know she’s telling the truth, I’ve seen her lie to other people, even when talking about her past, she never gets that emotional. There’s too many details in it that match up with my memory of the events. I hang my head, I promised her, I need to calm down and she needs to understand. “I was twelve Faith,” I keep my voice soft trying to keep the emotions I never let go of at bay, “and my father had just died.” I reach out to her tilting her chin up to meet my eyes, “My life didn’t turn to roses either, you know.” We were both kids, Rachel. We both made mistakes, I want to yell at her. Make her understand because there are some things that I just can’t explain any other way. I was a child, I was upset, I lost part of my world, and I didn’t know how to even begin to understand what that meant, let alone how to deal with it. To move on.

The anger returns as her eyes darken to an icy blue, “You had it a hell of a lot easier than I did! You still had someone that loved you! I didn’t! I was alone!”

My eyes go wide and there’s nothing else I can do but laugh, “Bullshit!” Faith flinches as I stand straighter, “You had Tracey, your best friend, you remember her? She wanted to stick by you and you told her to fuck off. She was someone that loved you and you pushed her away!” My breathing is shallow and fast, “So don’t go and tell me that you had no one! You did but you didn’t want them! That’s on you! Not me!”

“She couldn’t see that I wanted a family to love me! They made me feel like family, Chance! How could I turn my back on that!”

“They aren’t your family!” How many times am I going to have to tell you that!

“And how would you know?!” I can’t help but notice that she’s standing on the balls of her feet trying to reach my height, “You don’t have a family any more! Yours is dead and gone!” My hand’s starting to shake, I want nothing more than to slap her as horrible as it sounds. There’s a lump forming in my throat as I bite my tongue, “They’re gone and you refuse to let anyone else in as family! What a sad, lonely, fucking life that is! It’s no wonder that you hate yourself so much!”

My jaw clenches as I lean my face inches from her, “Fuck you,” it’s quieter than I thought it would be. Icier. It’s a low blow, she knows that and she doesn’t care or else she never would have said it. I never want anything to ever do with her again. I turn away from her making my way to the truck.

Her laughter reaches me as a cackle as she calls out to me, mocking me, “Good old Chance! Running away from everything he claims to care about when things get too hard!”

“Screw you!” The truck door slams, glancing in her direction, she’s upset but looks as if she could care less. The tires squeal as I pull out of the town leaving her behind, music on full blast, the screams making my ears ring. I’m by the bridge to cross over to the valley when I pull over putting the truck in park. I’m not screaming to sing along with the music anymore. My fingers are sore as I finally release the wheel. Bruises forming along my wrist and hands from beating the steering wheel until the energy leaves my body. I’m left leaning my head against the steering wheel catching my breath.

She’s right, she’s right. I run away and I never look back. The only reason I even came back here was because it was forced upon me. I was expecting to be dead by now, even before this reaping. She’s right, it is a lonely fucking life I’ve lived. So lonely. I was still lonely, even after meeting people here, and she was the only person that made life seem less so.

She was wrong though. I was just a kid. How was I supposed to know she was waiting for me? I’m so lonely. She let herself be lulled into the arms of her false prophet, to live the life she lived. She and Tracey could have gone anywhere and they chose to come to them. Rachel chose to stay. I’m so alone.

I don’t want to have anything to do with her. I want her back here already. I wipe away the tears from my eyes. I never should have loved her in the first place. I know who she is now, what she’s done. I need her arms around me. She’s the woman that’s drugged people to the point of losing themselves. Why did I ever think I loved her? My chest feels empty. She let a woman be taken from her family for almost a year! She’s done nothing but lie to me. I don’t need her.

I don’t need anyone. I’ve lived life on my own this long. I can survive on my own. The pain in my chest grows, the waves of sobs starting again. Why do I have a feeling like I don’t have to be alone any more?

Because it’s the wrong feeling. It’s just the grief and anger. The unresolved issues rearing their head. The things I’ve never talked about, things that don’t matter, things that I never want to see again. She’s right. I hate myself. She’s right. I run away. She’s right….god damnit she’s right….and I don’t want to be here anymore. This was never my problem to begin with.

High time I make their mess no longer mine to solve. I was fine before this, before my arrest. I let them all get into my head. Let myself believe that there was ever anything wrong with me. I don’t want to be this anymore. I want to be me again. So that’s what I’ll do. I’m on the road again the water works slowing as I make my way to a place I’ve only ever been once. My crying has stopped as I drive up to the abandoned bunker. Last time I was here for supplies, back then though I left one behind. The bottles are still there, thirty of them. All of them different types and brands, some I know are of shit quality but that won’t matter much. Good for a month, maybe less, I don’t know how much it will take to make me feel like me again.

I’m hesitating as I hold one in my hand ready to twist the top. Should I do this still? I’ve worked so hard to stop myself. It’s been almost three years since my last drink. Am I ready to throw that all away? The top is in my hand dropping to the floor. No ones going to care, I shouldn’t care what they think either. I functioned just fine with it and I can do it again. There’s a voice still screaming in my head to stop as I bring the bottle to my lips….

And I have to say, the burning of that first sip feels like coming home.

#x: emo flower child #a chance for faith #its canon #also sorry I changed the pov a little bit but it just works really well

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kingangelosi · 4 years ago

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I was bored the other day so I had this scenario in my head where Michael thought Trev and Amenda are secretly dating each other (cuz I ship them why else would I be doing this) but in fact they were just playing tennis the whole time. And in my mind they had this arguement while Franklin and Lamar accidentally step in and they sorta start chiming in on this mess as well.

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Michael: NOT funny, T! What sort of sick joke is that? You think this is funny? Is my wife on this too? The fuck?

Franklin: Man I always thought you boiz are weird but even I ain’t expecting this shit. Are you guys sharing a wife now?

Lamar: What? Your two old men are sharing a wife now?

Franklin: No Lamar I don’t know if they are sharing a wife and I’ve told you already they ain’t my old men. Seriously though, shit, Trevor, man, what’s this all about?

Trevor: No, it ain’t like that! What’s with all these stupid questions! Can’t you all just take my side for once? Can’t you see that we are finally happy now?

Michael: Take your side? My wife is cheating on me ALL the time, and now she’s having an affair right under my nose, with my old running buddy, who is a freaking psychopath that may or may not kill me one day, and apparently he’s thinking about abducting my family too! How about my side, pal!

Amenda: Oh my god, you are such a hypocrite Michael. I AM the one who’s cheating all the time. You know what, good for you. I guess paying hookers and fucking strippers aren’t considered cheating these days.

Trevor: Stop whining Mikey. I’m starting to think you just don’t want to see me happy at all. We ain’t even doing anything wrong. Just playing tennis together that’s all. That and some other stuffs. I liked her when she was fatter. She’s just too skinny for me now. Ain’t that right Mandy?

Michael: What other stuffs? What the fuck is this? Fuck I’m gonna go grab a shot and when I’m back I’m not sure who I’m gonna kill first, you, myself, or my darling wife. Fuck this shit.

Amenda: That’s right pumpkin. You happy now? Michael? I told you it wasn’t like that you stupid jerk! Screw both of you I’m late for my yoga.

Jimmy: Mom, is Uncle T going to be our new dad?

Amenda: What? No!

Trevor: I wish, kid. You need a real father figure.

Michael: Hello? T? I’m still here? Who let Jimmy in? Is Tracey here too? This is great. Fucking great.

Trevor: What the fuck is wrong with you Michael? You are just jealous cause I can get along with your family now. Mind you, much better than you ever did, sugar tits.

Michael: Stay away from my family, Trevor! Why do you always have to ruin everything? Sure I’ve made mistakes, honest mistakes, then you just have to torture me over it for the fucking eternity don’t you? My god, you are SUCH a sadist!

Trevor: There is nothing honest about your fucking mistakes. I’m the sadist? For real? You left me there alone for ten years. I thought every single person I loved is dead while you are probably out there sipping on some fucking cocktail on a fucking beach and you are calling me the sadist now? God I really wanna rip your fucking heart out right now to see just how dark it can get. Fuck you Michael. Fuck you you treacherous spineless self-absorbed piece of shit!

Michael: I did what I had to do! Do you think I actually have a choice? I’ve got a family to provide! Not that you would understand, cause you are so busy killing people and shoveling them down the drain all the time! Fuck you!

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Then they just bicker at each other for as long as they can until they got bored and left for bars to drink themselves to oblivion and put this all behind. Most importantly I got bored and my brain just stopped the simulation.

#trevor philips #michae de santa #headcanon #amenda de santa #trevor x amenda

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deadcactuswalking · 4 years ago

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REVIEWING THE CHARTS: 03/04/2021 (Lil Nas X’s “MONTERO”, Mimi Webb, Russ Millions & Tion Wayne)

So, we have a #1 debut, and that’s pretty much the only story here in the UK Top 75 as we get a filler week before Demi Lovato, Olivia Rodrigo and Lil Tjay run in and cause havoc. As for now, “Wellerman” is replaced at the top by Lil Nas X’s controversial “MONTERO (Call Me by Your Name)”, spending its first week at #1 after making pretty sudden gains assisted by the video and alternate versions – the mid-week projection had this at #15. Elsewhere, we just see the fall-out from Bieber. Welcome back to REVIEWING THE CHARTS.

Rundown

It’s a quiet week – only seven new entries, and none from Rod Wave, 24kGoldn or AJR as I had predicted. That doesn’t mean there isn’t some stuff to talk about within the chart, or particularly off of the chart, as we have a fair few drop-outs switching their places with returning entries. In particular, we have Justin Bieber’s “As I Am” featuring Khalid being swapped out for “Anyone” at #25, as well as drop-outs for “Arcade” by Duncan Laurence – slightly premature, I’d think – and all of Lana Del Rey’s songs from last week. We also “Anxious” by AJ Tracey, “Heat” by Paul Woodford and Amber Mark and “Toxic” by Digga D exit the chart, but the only real notable loss was “34+35” by Ariana Grande ending its 21-week run on the chart. Returning to the Top 75 in its place – which I cover – we have “Mr. Brightside” by the Killers of course at #73, as well as “Midnight Sky” by Miley Cyrus at #72, “You’ve Done Enough” by Gorgon City and DRAMA at #70 (really hope this one becomes a hit) and “Don’t You Worry About Me” by Bad Boy Chiller Crew at #66. In terms of climbers and fallers, we do have some notable gains and losses. For songs travelling down the chart, we have “Patience” by KSI featuring YUNGBLUD and Polo G tanking a sharp drop in its third week to #18, “Streets” by Doja Cat shaking off the video gains at #22, “drivers license” by Olivia Rodrigo continuing to collapse at #27, another sharp drop for HVME’s remix of Travis Scott’s “Goosebumps” down to #34 probably due to ACR, which was probably the fate for “Get Out My Head” by Shane Codd at #46. The same probably can’t be said for Drake’s losses, as “What’s Next” is at #40, “Lemon Pepper Freestyle” featuring Rick Ross is at #41 and “Wants and Needs” featuring Lil Baby stalls at #55. We also see falls for “Money Talks” by Fredo and Dave at #50, “Bringing it Back” by Digga D and AJ Tracey at #51, “Sweet Melody” by Little Mix on its way out at #57, “Headshot” by Lil Tjay featuring Polo G and Fivio Foreign down to #61 off the debut (although it’ll rebound thanks to the album as soon as the next week rolls around), “Ready” by Fredo featuring Summer Walker at #62, “You’re Mines Still” by Yung Bleu featuring Drake at #63 and ��Day in the Life” by Central Cee at #69. Where it gets interesting are our gains, such as outside the top 40 with “What Other People Say” by Demi Lovato and Sam Fischer which could very well get even higher next week thanks to the album. We also have “Track Star” by Mooski at #53 off of the debut and a couple of tracks entering the top 40 for the first time, those being “Heartbreak Anniversary” by Giveon at #39 and Majestic’s remix of “Rasputin” by Boney M. at #38. Elsewhere in the top 40, we have “Let’s Go Home Together” by Ella Henderson and Tom Grennan at #13 and two songs marking their first week in the top 10, those being “Little Bit of Love” by Tom Grennan at #10, a song continuing to sour on me, and “Your Love (9PM)” by ATB, Topic and A7S, an EDM song at #8 that I initially mocked for its soulless repackaging but has honestly got me pretty hooked since. I’m excited to see how this one does. For now, however, let’s get on with our new arrivals.

NEW ARRIVALS

#64 – “Cloud 9” – Beach Bunny

Produced by Joe Reinhart

Beach Bunny is a power pop band who last year released their album Honeymoon on Mom+Pop and it’s basically a modern r/indieheads staple in that it’s an accessible, airy pop-rock record fronted by a woman. It’s not anything unique, really, or different if you look further into it but that’s fine because there’s a lot of vaguely “indie” or music snob releases pushed out every year that miss the charts entirely. It’s a different story, however, when a year later, it gets viral on TikTok and streams its way onto the chart. In that case, we have “Cloud 9” by Beach Bunny, a pretty simple but sweet love song about a guy who just makes her feel a lot better about herself in times where she can’t pick herself up from the rut she’s in. Again, it’s a simple track but enhanced by the wonderful and unique vocal performance from front-woman Lili Trifilo and some pretty great production making sure no guitar lick is missed in this mix, especially in that chorus which is such an ethereal blend of the electric guitar dubs. I would argue that this actually should end at that second chorus even if it ends feeling abrupt as the transition to the final chorus feels a lot less cathartic than it does awkward, especially if the bridge is going to be a simplistic, quirky instrumental meander that doesn’t go far enough to be a guitar solo and hence feels kind of like a worthless addition. As is, this is a pretty great song still, just not the most fully realised once it loses that initial tight surf groove, though I’ll let it pass if we’re going to get rock this good on the charts again. I know this won’t really get more traction for Beach Bunny – or power pop for that matter – but more of this, please.

#52 – “You All Over Me” (Taylor’s Version) (From the Vault) (Remix) (feat. DaBaby) (Part 2) (Radio Edit) – Taylor Swift featuring Maren Morris

Produced by Taylor Swift and Aaron Dessner

Sadly, this does not feature DaBaby and is not the remix, radio edit or sequel to any previously released song. Jokes aside, I guess brackets are the next big comeback for pop music, which goes hand-in-hands with remixes and re-releases, hence why Taylor Swift is dusting off this leaked Fearless-era cut for a new recording with country singer Maren Morris, who you probably know from her contributions to Zedd’s “The Middle”. Now whilst Swift is a great songwriter, I do often find myself frustrated by how she treads common ground all too frequently without establishing much different with how a song is structured or how it emotionally connects. This is true not just lyrically but especially sonically as of recent, as despite being written in 2008, it has too much in common with the less interesting cuts off of folklore for me to really care that much. That’s especially if Taylor’s going to undercut the clean acoustic guitars with flourishes of harmonica and crow sound effects, showing some genuine intrigue here before refusing to let any of that develop past a couple stray melodies or notes further back in the mix. I’m trying really hard to be compelled by these re-recordings and re-releases of her back catalogue as I do consider myself a fan, but it’s tough to pay attention when any new compositions we get sound like folklore leftovers with Maren Morris only put to use as decoration, much like HAIM on “no body, no crime” – and we already got an album full of folklore leftovers. I’m not a fan of this, sorry – I can see the appeal, and I do think this has enough of a country tinge to it to make it at least somewhat interesting – but this goes in one ear and immediately out of the other.

#48 – “Tonight” – Ghost Killer Track featuring OBOY and D-Block Europe

Produced by Ghost Killer Track and Kenzy

Screw the formalities and screw the analysis because D-Block Europe are back to add another D-Block to their EU collection – and since they’re Londoners, their only – and that’s Paris, and contrary to the British nature, we’ve let French rap chart in the top 50 out of the fact that they collaborated with two of the most comical rappers in British history. They’ve also linked up with producer Ghost Killer Track, also from France, as this is ostensibly his song even if he intends not to prove himself with this dull piano-based beat and oddly-mastered bass and percussion, which are really just DBE staples. Unfortunately, past the initial comedy of that first line in the chorus, neither Young Adz or Dirtbike LB deliver any stupid lyrics or funny inflections, instead just resorting to being as boring as they can in their constant flexing as possible. I guess the French guy here, OBOY, commands a higher energy in his verse if only through his comical “no, no, no” ad-libs, but he’s the only French speaker in an otherwise basic British trap song that I just cannot see the appeal in when we’ve had song after song from these guys for three years now. This won’t be the last we see of cookie-cutter UK rap this week though so brace yourselves for that.

#47 – “Last Time” – Becky Hill

Produced by LOSTBOY

It’s almost as if the charts are trying to send me off to sleep as here we have Becky Hill, a singer hedging the line between a non-presence and mildly annoying, which is arguably more frustrating than downright infuriating as her slightly smokier voice does not sound bad, just lacking in texture in every way, especially if the multi-tracking is going to be this minimal on a royalty-free deep-house beat produced by Getty Images with a pretty worthless drop, a generic and simple melody of piano stabs for major chords, and a whole bunch of reverb on the vocal take... but it still ends up feeling dry as there’s nothing here to quench that thirst for a tighter, bass-heavy house banger or even a more ethereal, dreamy trance track, deciding to stick to a healthy medium of boring and utter garbage. Yes, that was a singular sentence. I’m not awake enough to form a cohesive sentence less than 40 words long, and this new Becky Hill track is just worsening that if anything. Speaking of...

#21 – “Body” – Russ Millions and Tion Wayne

Produced by Gotcha Bxtch

Who’s Russ Millions? He’s Russ. No, not that Russ. British Russ – or Russ Splash, stylised as Russ splash on Spotify and nowhere else. This confusingly-named fellow appeared on the charts a couple times and possibly most famously with “Keisha & Becky”, a song also featuring Tion Wayne that is referenced on this very track. Sigh, I usually like Tion Wayne but even he can’t be bothered to delivery his usual brand of suave charm or sinister menace, instead opting for a more growling but ultimately completely monotone cadence that doesn’t flatter him or Russ, who one of my friends described as sounding like one of the aliens from Toy Story. This is a pretty by-the-numbers drill beat too, and it’s pretty safe to say that neither Russ or Tion Wayne here are going to bother with wordplay, even when they start pretty smoothly trading bars and Tion Wayne goes for a more unique chopper flow in the second verse. This is just not of any note. Once again, speaking of...

#17 – “Good Without” – Mimi Webb

Produced by Freedo

I assumed Mimi Webb debuted this high because of a talent show she won or something because I’d never heard her name but instead, she just happened to have a major label deal before her unreleased song just happened to go viral on TikTok and just happened to be supported by one of the women who just happened to be the biggest creator on the platform. Yeah, and this song just happened to be garbage, suffering from every possible millennial pop trope and then some, from the mix dressed rather too overtly in reverb, the ugly guitar pluck, a generic indie-girl voice that you swear you’ve heard before in one of those dreadful piano covers of popular songs they use in adverts, as well as this ballad being undercut by badly-programmed trap percussion. I can tell this label is trying to create somewhat of an Olivia Rodrigo phenomenon from this and I for one am terrified of the Poundland knock-offs to come. Screw this.

#1 – “MONTERO (Call Me by Your Name)” – Lil Nas X

Produced by Roy Lenzo, Omar Fedi and Take a Daytrip

At least Lil Nas X will bring some passion into this chart week? Well, not really, as when I hear this I recall that Pitchfork review of his EP, a much-maligned critique that featured the ever-so pretentious questioning if Lil Nas X really enjoyed making and listening to music. It reminds me because I think I now fully get it – at least when Lil Nas X was making slap-dash pop rock with Travis Barker or meme-worthy country rap with Billy Ray Cyrus for less than two minutes apiece, there was something invigorating in the execution or at least in concept. That 7 EP is still not a bad debut at all, but this new single “MONTERO”, a long-anticipated record that went from constantly-teased demo to Super Bowl commercial to Satanic-panicked videos of Lil Nas giving Satan a lap-dance to own the conservatives, has the same remote dreariness to it as “HOLIDAY” did late last year. The acoustic, Latin-flavoured guitar loop reminds me of his much better track “Rodeo” from that aforementioned EP that used its energy for similarly lighthearted subject matter but with some genuine energy, a Cardi B feature and a lot less subtle moombahton creeping in. With that said, I can’t say Lil Nas X didn’t try, as his vocal performance, whilst largely insufferable and strained, gives some energy to an otherwise aggravatingly stunted beat, and makes it a lot more infectious than it has any right to be. Content-wise, the song is essentially about a full circle where Lil Nas X becomes increasingly desperate for a man who starts off lonely and in a bad place, and the irony is that Lil Nas gets more explicitly sexual and crazed due to a combination of the LA life-style surrounding him and the fact that he’s simply, for lack of a better term, “down bad”, despite the fact that this guy doesn’t seem particularly desirable. Lil Nas knows this, though, and acknowledges it in the pre-chorus where he outright says that this guy is living the cocaine-addled celebrity life, but not living it right without Mr. Bullriding and Boobies in his life. I’m happy about the video and the outrage it seems to cause not just within conservative spaces but also amongst the hip-hop community, particularly Joyner Lucas, and I’m pretty happy with how out and proud Lil Nas X is about his sexuality, even if it leads to lines like “Shoot a child in your mouth while I’m ridin’”. I’m just really not a fan of this song past its content, which could really be interesting but falls flat with this plucking production that wastes time in barely two minutes with humming interludes. It’s not bad at all, just not for me.

Conclusion

And that concludes our week, and wow, what a bad week this was for new arrivals. Admittedly, it’s a filler week so only “MONTERO (Call Me by Your Name)” will probably last – or at least we can hope as even if I don’t like the song, I still have to give out an Honourable Mention to someone, and it may as well be Lil Nas X trying to put the effort in. Best of the Week easily goes to Beach Bunny for “Cloud 9”, far and away the only good song here, with Worst of the Week also going out pretty easily to Mimi Webb’s “Good Without”, which is the type of soulless, unmemorable garbage that makes pop music look uninspired, and as a person who writes about the charts constantly, it’s a misconception I don’t want proven or revisited. Dishonourable Mention is a toss-up but I guess I’ll give it to Russ Millions and Tion Wayne for that sprinkle of drill disappointment that is “Body”, and that’ll be it for this week. I predict some impact from Demi Lovato, Lil Tjay and especially Olivia Rodrigo next week, but for now, here’s our top 10:

Thank you for reading – sorry for the grouchiness on this one – and I’ll see you next week!

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TRACEY EMIN

Tracey Emin, Everyone I Have Ever Slept With (1995)

https://bilderfahrzeuge.hypotheses.org/3437

Tracey Emin, Why I Never Became a Dancer (1995)

https://www.artforum.com/video/tracey-emin-why-i-never-became-a-dancer-1995-49262

Tracey Emin, My Bed, (1999)

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/My_Bed

Tracey Emin, I've Got It All (2000)

https://www.theartstory.org/artist/emin-tracey/artworks/#pnt_4

Tracey Emin, To Meet My Past (2002)

https://www.christies.com/en/lot/lot-5709375

Childhood

Tracey Emin was born in Surrey, in England. She grew up in Margate, on the coast of Kent, with her twin brother Paul. She lived with her mother in a successful seaside hotel, where she claims she was treated "like a princess." Her Turkish father lived with them for half of the week, spending the other half with his wife and other children. After a few years, Emin's father left and took his money with him, leaving Emin's mother bankrupt.

The family was then forced to live in poverty; Emin later recalled that they had two meters, one for gas and one for electricity, but they could never afford to have them both on at the same time. When she was 13, Emin was raped; something that she later claimed, "happened to a lot of girls."

Early Training and Work

Emin left Margate to study fashion at the Medway College of Design between 1980 and 1982. She met the avant-garde personality Billy Childish, who was also a student at the college until he was expelled. Her relationship with the colourful writer, their work at Childish's small press, and her study of printing in Maidstone Art College, are all what Emin considers important artistic experiences in her maturing as an artist.

In 1987, Emin's relationship with Childish ended and she moved to London. She studied for an MA in painting at the Royal College of Art, which she received in 1989. However, after leaving the college she went through an emotionally traumatic period in which she had two abortions, and this experience caused her to destroy all the work she had made at the Royal College.

While she was still coming to terms with her own artistic practice, she influenced a reactive movement called Stuckism, which sought to promote figurative painting rather than the sort of conceptual art that Emin was focused on at the time. It was founded in 1999 by Emin's ex-boyfriend Billy Childish. The movement's name was inspired by Emin, when she had told Childish his paintings were "Stuck! Stuck! Stuck!"

In the years after breaking up with Childish, once Emin rose into fame, he became very vocal about Emin's art practice. He opposed the art business and in turn the popularity of her work and said, "Taking cultural things and turning them into mere commerce is very dangerous. Professional football has ruined football and professional art has ruined art. A decadence and superficiality have set in and sometimes I wonder if maybe we have got what we deserve. I think it is odd that the Brit artists cite the influence of someone like Duchamp who was involved in anti-art and who was taking the piss out of the pompous pretentious art establishment. The biggest irony is that now they are that pretentious art establishment themselves, yet they still put forward this idea that they are undermining something." Childish's own Stuckism movement is more about rejecting the frenzy of conceptual art and sought to champion the work of figurative painters. The Stuckism movement is still quite active and is famous for protesting the Turner Prize every year to show their continued opposition. The Stuckism art movement is an action against artists such as Emin, and yet her artistic presence is the basis for their fundamentals, for their movement would not exist without Emin. She inspired the movement not only through her criticism of Childish's work, but also through her artwork and the public acceptance of her work. They may be in opposition to her but require her brand of art fame to continue their plight.

Mature Period

Upon moving to London, Emin become friendly with many of the other artists who would later be called the Young British Artists, which included Sarah Lucas and Damien Hirst. The group began to exhibit together in 1988, although Emin did not join ranks with them artistically until the early 1990s. The gallerist Charles Saatchi was a supporter and collector of the artists from the beginning of their careers and is often given credit for "discovering" them. The name of the group was from the title of an exhibition at Saatchi's gallery in March 1992 titled "Young British Artists I" but it was artist and writer Michael Corris who referred to the group of artists with that title in an ArtForum article in May 1992. Often all artists of that generation from Britain are called YBAs as it now holds a historic reference.

In 1993, Emin joined with Sarah Lucas to open a shop called "The Shop" in Bethnal Green, which was in the East End of London. They sold work by both artists, including anything from t-shirts to ash trays, to paper mache sex toys to dresses, adding a previously little-seen commercialism to their artistic practices, which would become a defining feature of Young British Art.

Emin had her first solo exhibition at London's White Cube in the same year. Named My Major Retrospective, Emin drew together a collection of personal items and photographs, creating a part-installation part-archive with a strongly autobiographical slant. This element of autobiography is key to her ongoing practice.

In the middle of the 1990s, Emin began a relationship with curator and art world figure Carl Freedman. Freedman was friendly with Damien Hirst and had worked with him on some of his important early shows that introduced Young British Art to the public. In 1994 the couple travelled in the US together, where Emin paid her way by doing readings. They also spent time in Whitstable on the Kent coast together, often using a beach hut that Emin purchased with her friend Sarah Lucas. She has spoken about how much she enjoyed owning property for the first time saying, "I was completely broke, and it was really brilliant, having your own property by the sea." In 1999 she later turned the hut into an artwork by bringing the structure from the beachfront into the Saatchi Gallery and calling the work, The Last Thing I Said to You is Don't Leave Me Here (1999).

In 1995, Freedman curated a show called "Minky Manky" for which he encouraged Emin to make artwork larger and less ephemeral. The result was her well-known work Everyone I Have Ever Slept With 1963-1995 (1995), which was a tent embroidered with the names of everyone with whom she had shared a bed, sexual or otherwise. This artistic touch through words is a common theme throughout her work. Emin uses her own handwriting, as seen in her neon messages, embroidered words, monoprints and hand-cut letters for her applique designs. Misspellings and grammar mistakes are present in her artworks, as if to add humiliations and failures to her authenticity.

Emin first came to the attention of the wider British public when she appeared on a television show about the Turner Prize in 1997, where she was belligerent and drunk, swearing on live television among a panel of academics. She finished her appearance by saying, "I'm leaving now, I wanna be with my friends, I wanna be with my mum. I'm gonna phone her, and she's going to be embarrassed about this conversation, this is live, and I don't care. I don't give a fuck about it." She ended with, "you people aren't relating to me now, you've lost me" before taking off her lapel mic while still talking and walking off in the middle of the live show.

Two years after her drunken television appearance, Emin was nominated for the Turner Prize for her controversial work My Bed (1998). Only one British artist of the four nominated can win the prize, and Emin lost the Prize that year to Steve McQueen. The surrounding press coverage dubbed her the "bad girl of British art". At the time, many voiced opinions about the types of stains and impurities contained in her artwork, even the lowest English tabloids weighed in. Although she never won the Turner Prize (yet), it was the catalyst for her fame.

Her work evolved during this period and she developed a more specific style. Her choice to use needlework and applique techniques place her work within a tradition of feminist discourse within modern and contemporary art. These techniques were considered domestic handicrafts and were typically considered low in the hierarchy of art, and a part of normalized feminine practice - a concept that Feminist art has waged war against with significant success. Emin herself has no fear of being associated with "low art" or "women's work", for she embraces her own sexuality and femininity; and most certainly places importance upon it.

Current Practice

Emin's personal life and public appearances have become less sensational since the late 1990s. Her work is in a variety of important collections, and many celebrities have become collectors of her art, including Elton John and George Michael. She has also become friends with many famous people from the music and fashion worlds, including Ronnie Wood of the Rolling Stones, Vivian Westwood, Kate Moss, and Madonna. Madonna has described Emin as "intelligent and wounded and not afraid to expose herself."

In 2007, Emin was made a Royal Academician at London's Royal Academy of the Arts, marking her ascent into the upper echelons of British art society and her acceptance by the establishment. She was later also made a professor of drawing at the institution. In 2013, she was included on a list of the 100 most powerful women in the country by BBC Radio 4, and in the same year she was awarded a CBE for her services to the arts.

For the 52nd Venice Biennale in 2007 Emin was the second female British artist to be nominated to represent the British Pavilion (the first was Rachel Whiteread in 1997). She exhibited a work titled, Borrowed Light which featured many of her early drawings alongside her recent works. The show received mixed critique, and she was criticized for being limited in her art practice.

In 2015, Emin took the unusual decision to "get married" to a rock in her garden in France. She later stated that "somewhere on a hill facing the sea, there is a very beautiful ancient stone, and it's not going anywhere," describing her rock-husband as "an anchor, something I can identify with." She symbolically chose to wear her father's funeral shroud for the short and unconventional ceremony. This is to be understood as a universal expression of love, and an expression of the soul or the invisible self. Emin has announced numerous times that she no longer has sex and is not invested in physical conquest, but rather, seeks to focus on love and her work.

The Legacy of Tracey Emin

Emin's work as part of the Young British Artists movement placed her firmly within a key legacy that was to affect the development of art in Britain for years to come. Similarly, she holds an international stage, for her work tackles universal ideas through her relationship to human behaviour and gender. Her seminal work My Bed helped redefine what a liberated woman can be. Emin’s work influenced a generation of female artists who explore womanhood and feminism through a self-confessional tone. These include artists such as Marie Jacotey-Voyatzis, whose print works explore her emotional life as a woman and include Emin-like misspellings, and Laure Prouvost, a Turner Prize winner who works with self-revelatory video as well as textiles and found objects to create striking tableaux. Emin has evaded aligning her ideology with a larger political cause, and has stated, "I'm not happy being a feminist. It should all be over by now."

Her work can be understood as belonging to the ethos of third-wave feminism; a belief that a woman can define her sexuality on her own terms. The lack of symbology in Emin's work forces audiences to focus on the real and often taboo aspects of femininity through modern women's issues, such as menstruation, abortion, promiscuity, and the shame associated with these topics. She has carved her own place and continues to produce artwork with her signature strong, yet vulnerable edge.

Emin continues to be active in her art practice, and the basis of her work remains tied to physical identity through corporeal and spiritual anguish. She is an active participant in her artwork, and through this she lends an openness and vulnerability to her audience through universal emotion. She rejects discussion of the feminist authority in her work, and yet she engages directly with modern female identity. Art allows the violation of social norms, and in turn a way for viewers to enter sharing the human social condition - often in a controlled environment.

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