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[kellyscowboy]

꒰✧ᯇ✦꒱ OUTLAWS OF SANTA FE

ᯇ summary ! ✦ “You know what they say about cowboys who brag too loud about their women.” He sniffed and rubbed his nose. Jack gave a mock laugh. “Anyone in town would tell you I’m not queer. ‘Specially the ladies who pass through. Who do you think you are, anyway?” As the boy pushed his hat out of his face, he made direct eye-contact with the outlaw. "I think I'm the fella that can send the ‘famous’ Jack Kelly home crying to his mama." Jack was silent, stunned. His finger was still pressed into the man’s chest, but it had begun to shake. "What now, Cowboy? I'd tell you to take me down like you promised," Deadwood gave a slight shove to Jack’s shoulder, yet he found himself almost toppling over. "But you're too corned to even stand straight." aka the wild westsies au i've had in my drafts forever ᯇ tag list ! ✦ @bound-for-santa-fe ,, @fandomtrashcollector (taglist form is in my pinned post!!) ᯇ warnings ! ✦ cussing, alcohol consumption, violence, use of guns ᯇ vienna's thoughts ! ✦ here are the meanings of the wild west slang words in here:) paintin' his nose - to get drunk corned - drunk fogy - a stupid fellow dynamite - whiskey ANYWAY, i've had this in my drafts for forever and i just wanted to finally finish is so sorry that the ending is really rushed el oh el. also i recommend listening to Billy the Kid by Tex Ritter before reading!! as always, reblogs & comments are always appreciated <333 ALSO READ IT ON AO3 THE PLAYLIST 2883 WORDS © 2023 , 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐨𝐲

WANTED Jack ‘Cowboy’ Kelly $1,000.000 REWARD Wanted for robbery, murder, and disruption of the public. Does not attack without motive. Contact Sheriff Charles Morris of Santa Fe, New Mexico.

WANTED The Delancey Brothers $500.000 REWARD Oscar and Morris Delancey are wanted for robbery and attempted murder. Contact Sheriff Charles Morris of Santa Fe, New Mexico.

WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE Deadwood David $5,000.000 REWARD Wanted for robbery and murder, on a large scale. Does not attack without motive. Contact Sheriff Charles Morris of Santa Fe, New Mexico.

A proud cowboy listened to the chatter of customers outside of Spots Shootin' Saddle Saloon. A cocky smirk played at his lips as he pushed through swinging doors. He heard gasps and the sound of multiple pistols being dragged from his holster. Then, the saloon went silent—save for the high-pitched squeak of wet glass being towel dried.

The bartender didn't even spare him a glance. "Well, well. If it ain’t the famous Jack Kelly."

“I could say the same to you, Spot. Lookit you, got yer own saloon and everything.”

One of the saloon boys perked up. "Jack!” The boy gave a half-hearted excuse to the men he was serving, he made up for his departure with a wink. He eagerly made his way behind the bar and began fixing the ex-cowboy a drink. "What brings you into town?"

Jack gratefully took the drink with a tip of his hat. “You’re a good man, Race.” He downed the drink before addressing the question before him. "Can't a lonely cowboy just visit his old friends?"

"Why, sure he could!” Racetrack grinned, already refilling his glass.

“That is, if that's what he was really doing." Spot added quickly. “Besides, can’t really be calling yourself a cowboy anymore. Not when a wanted poster names you an outlaw.”

“I can call myself whatever I please.” The cowboy realized it was a fight not worth fighting. He waved him off and dragged the newly poured whiskey closer. "Howd’ya know it was me?”

Spot laughed. "What, when you walked in? Yer the only fella I know who quiets my saloon like that.”

Racetrack leaned forward against the counter; his arm wrapped lovingly around Spot’s waist. He rested his head in his own hand, his elbow digging into marble, and gave Jack a pointed look. "Not anymore. Say, Jack; you heard of that David feller, yet? He paid us a visit couple’a days ago. Shoot, we didn’t hear much noise in here ‘till the next day!”

Jack's fingers squeezed his glass, before they relaxed and stretched. "Yeah, I've heard of him. Fill 'er up again, would'ya?"

Spot took the glass and kept his gaze on the outlaw whilst he poured the whiskey. He placed it in front of the boy with a thump, then glared at him through narrowed eyes. "What are you really here for, cowboy?"

"Just paintin’ my nose, Spot." Jack pushed away from the bar, drink in hand. He sat down with a boy who was lazily pulling at the strings of his guitar. “Tell me a story, Al."

The boy responded with a toothy grin, then tipped his hat up and out of his eyes. He slowly looked up and made eye contact with the outlaw. “Long time no see, Jackie." He plucked at his guitar more rhythmically than before. "What'cha wanna hear?"

"Why don’t you tell that one about ole Billy the Kid?”

"Only because you're an old friend." Albert chuckled. He took a deep breath before he put on his story-telling voice. His demeanor demanded the attention of those around him, and he always got it when he was performing. "Some folks do a lot of good in the world, that encourages us to do good. A few people start off on the wrong foot - their black deeds serve as a warning post to us. The song I'm gonna to sing for you now, fellers, is about a boy who sorta wandered off the straight and narrow trail, took up a crooked course. As usual with all outlaws, he paid with his life. His name,” a pause, “was Billy the Kid."

His singing was mesmerizing, just like his stories, and everyone in the saloon slowly began to sing along. Some of them absentmindedly hummed along as they gambled, and others gave the man their full attention. They swayed merrily back and forth with each other, their glasses raised to the gods as they hooted and hollered.

"I'll sing you a true song of Billy the Kid. I'll sing of the desperate deeds that he did. Out in New Mexico, long time ago, When a man's only chance was his own forty-four."

While everyone sang along, a boy slipped in through the doors, entirely unnoticed. He whispered to Spot and kept his head hung low. Had he made any noise, it had been covered up by obnoxious singing. The boy pushed a couple of coins across the counter before he slumped farther into his hat.

"When Billy the Kid was a very young lad, In old Silver City, he went to the bad. Way out in the West with a gun in his hand- At the age of twelve years, he killed his first man."

Racetrack wanted to tell Jack about the man at the bar, but Spot had instructed him to keep quiet. He had been told to loosen the outlaw up, and he did just that. Race kept a close eye on Jack’s drink and made sure he never reached the bottom of his glass.

"Fair Mexican maidens play guitars and sing A song about Billy, their boy bandit king. How ere his young man-hood had reached it's sad end, Had a notch on his pistol for twenty-one men."

To say the drinks had loosened him up would be an understatement. Jack pranced around the table­—dragging Racetrack along with him—with his glass raised. The whiskey sloshed over the side and splashed his boots. He jumped atop the tables and managed to gain the attention of all the customers. It wasn’t long before everyone was shouting and throwing their drinks into the air.

"Twas on the same night, when poor Billy died, He said to his friends, 'I'm not satisfied, Twenty-one men I have put bullets through. Sheriff Pat Garrett must make twenty-two."

Jack tried to sing along, but his mouth had other plans. He rambled to Albert, who just smiled as he sang, about his recent affairs. “I could take down the sheriff!” He bragged. “No! I could take down big ol’ Deadwood David… with my eyes closed!” Al shook his head and his eyes flitted quickly to the man at the bar.

"Now this is how Billy the Kid met his fate. The bright moon was shining, the hour was late. Shot down by Pat Garrett, who once was his friend. The young outlaw's life had now come to its end."

“Don’t make promises ya can’t keep, Kelly.” Spot warned with a sigh. Racetrack cocked an eyebrow from his place next to Jack. He raised the pitcher in question, and moved away from the table when Spot shook his head. The cowboy waved off Spot’s warning as the bartender whispered lowly to his customer.

"There's many a man with a face fine and fair, Who starts out in life with a chance to be square. But just like poor Billy, he wanders astray And loses his life in the very same way."

Everyone cheered in unison for the song; although, some might’ve been cheering for their gambling wins. Albert smiled and tipped his hat before he went back to strumming mindlessly at his guitar. A small grin made its way onto his face as Jack drunkenly droned on.

"D’ya hear Spot? Talkin’ bout promises I can't keep!" He scoffed; a drunk burp made its way up his throat. "I mean- Listen, I've got way more kills under my belt than Billy the Kid had got." Jack took a sip of his glass. Race had been filling it with coffee, but he was much too drunk to notice. “He would’ve never died if he was as experienced as me. Besides, this Deadwood guy’s a total poser. I betcha I could take him on with my-” He looked confused for a second. “With my- my eyes closed!”  

“So you’ve said.” Albert shook his head and chuckled. "Anyhow… the song ain’t a challenge, Cowboy. It's a warning. Don’t mess with something that ain’t botherin’ you.”

"You’re starting to sound like my Papaw, Al.” Jack bumped Albert’s shoulder with his cup. “He don’t look good on you. Oh! You know who looked good on me, though? Them gals over in Tombstone.”

"Yeah?"

"Yeah!" He slurred. "I mean, practically a different girl each night. Gorgeous women too. Unlike any lady out in these parts."

An obnoxious scoff came from the boy at the bar. He circled his finger around the rim of his glass as he spoke, his head still down. “I sure ain’t heard any Tombstone ladies bragging on about pirooting with a Jack Kelly.”

All conversation ceased at the boy’s words. The notes on Albert’s guitar suddenly became more dramatic, and Jack would’ve laughed if he wasn’t so offended. Spot let out an exasperated sigh, but the rest of the customers were visibly tense. Every man had a hand on his gun, waiting for a showdown.

Jack turned and stared the boy down. "Maybe you ain't talked to the right ladies.”

"Maybe you just ain’t worth bragging about.” The boy took a sip of his drink. Racetrack let out a short giggle, then nervously ducked under the counter to make a drink that nobody had asked for. “Or, maybe, you ain’t really been with as many ladies as you claim.”

Disgruntled, Jack got up and made his way to the bar. The boy laughed as the outlaw tripped a little over his own feet. Jack grabbed the man by a shoulder and forced him to spin in his chair. He shoved a mean finger into the man’s chest. The man at the bar snickered, his face still covered by his hat.

“What’s that supposed to mean? Huh?”

“You know what they say about cowboys who brag too loud about their women.” He sniffed and rubbed his nose.

Jack gave a mock laugh. “Anyone in town would tell you I’m not queer. ‘Specially the ladies who pass through. Who do you think you are, anyway?”

As the boy pushed his hat out of his face, he made direct eye-contact with the outlaw. "I think I'm the fella that can send the ‘famous’ Jack Kelly home crying to his mama." Jack was silent, stunned. His finger was still pressed into the man’s chest, but it had begun to shake. "What now, Cowboy? I'd tell you to take me down like you promised," Deadwood gave a slight shove to Jack’s shoulder, yet he found himself almost toppling over. "But you're too corned to even stand straight."

Spot cleared his throat. “I won’t have you dunderheads havin’ a showdown in my saloon. Be respectable, boys.”

“There wasn’t gonna be no showdown, anyhow. This feller’s too drunk to do anything. He couldn’t shoot at me even if he had his pistol to my head.” Deadwood flicked a coin to Spot. “Thanks for the dynamite, Spot.” And with that, he proudly walked out of the saloon.

Jack watched the man leave and stood tall with fake pride. After the man was gone, he made a drunken attempt to sit down but instead accepted his place on the floor. Racetrack sighed and raised the outlaw by his armpits before sitting him on a barstool. Spot scoffed as he handed the outlaw a glass of water. “I told you not to make promises you can’t keep, you stubborn ole fogy.”

"I'm fixin' to keep that promise. But right now,” He started to gag, “I think I'm gonna be sick."

“Steady, Izar.” Jack mumbled. “Ain’t too far from here.” His horse neighed, almost as if she was responding to him. She even sighed as he stumbled into her. Jack could almost hear her complain about his recklessness. “I ain’t that drunk, Izar. Honest.”

He led her into the stable behind the Conlon home. “Spot was kind ‘nough to give us a nice little place to stay in for the night.” Jack looked around the stable and flinched at the smell of manure. “Well, he offered to let me stay in the house. But ya know I can’t leave you, mama.”

“Second I heard about you, Jack Kelly, I knew you were insane.” A voice muttered from the corner. “But I never would’a figured you was the type of insane to talk to yourself.”

Jack groaned. “Fuckin’ Spot. He knew you’d be here. Ain’t that right, Deadwood?”

“Yup.”

A tense silence fell over them, but Jack was far too tired (and drunk) to start a fight. He began to take off Izar’s saddle. “I wasn’t talkin’ to myself. I was talking to Izar.” He explained and gestured to his horse. Though, as Deadwood laughed, he realized that wasn’t a much better excuse. “Listen, I don’t feel the need to explain myself to you.”

“Yet here you are. Doing it.” Deadwood snorted as he pulled his hat further over his face. The hay he was laying in enveloped him as he snuggled deeper into it. “Now, I promise not to kill ya if ya promise to shut up.”

Jack grunted in agreement. His intuition screamed at him not to let his guard down, but Izar had already nestled herself into the hay. At that moment, he figured his awful gut feeling was just the whiskey from earlier. Besides, Izar had a good judge of character, most of the time. She curled around Jack as he rested against her, and the two slowly drifted off to sleep, just inches away from one of the deadliest men in the country.

Yelling voices and the sound of cracked wood startled Jack awake. Once he came to his senses, he realized that Izar was no longer behind him. Panic filled his chest and he scrambled to his feet. As his eyes adjusted to the dark, he began to barely make out what was happening in the shadows.

Deadwood had a lanky boy pinned beneath him, his pistol to the person’s head. Another boy laid up against the wall of the barn; he was surrounded by splinters and his own blood. His head lolled against his shoulder, the blood from his nose pooled on his leather vest. The boy had a gun in his hand, the safety off and his hand on the trigger.

David lifted the boy underneath him by the collar of his shirt and shoved him against the wall. “I knew you were pathetic, Morris. But going so low as to kill a man in his sleep? We may be outlaws, but we have some sense of morality.” His hand in the Delancey brothers’ shirt tightened as he pushed the boy farther into the wall; Jack could hear the wood cracking beneath him. “And you don’t kill a man’s horse. Not unless you’re too much of a pussy to kill the owner.” Then, he dropped the man to the floor and spit at him.

Morris used a dramatic hand to wipe off his face before he scrambled to his feet. His hands shook as he moved to grab his pistol. “You place a single finger on that gun, and I will break every single one of your fingers-” Deadwood growled and grabbed the boy’s wrist. “One. By. One.”

After he let go of Morris’ wrist, the boy tripped over himself as he picked up his brother. Oscar barely seemed alive; his only sign of life had been the elongated groan he let out as Morris lifted him. David stopped the two before they could hurry out the door. “You two better never point a pistol at my Cowboy or his horse ever again. Next time, you don’t get a warning. I’ll line you two up and watch the bullets go straight through both of you.”

The two hesitantly nodded (Oscar moved his head down, and that was enough for David). Morris dragged his brother out the door, and it wasn’t long before the sound of galloping hoofs grew quieter and quieter.

“What the hell was that about?” Jack demanded. Deadwood rolled his eyes and led Izar out from behind his own horse.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, Cowboy. Go back to sleep.”

“You’re losin’ it if you think I’m gonna let this shit go,” Jack argued as he moved to pet Izar’s neck. “They got you riled up enough to call me your cowboy.” He scoffed. “And you called me queer.”

David cocked his pistol in retaliation. “I defended you while you’s was asleep, but I’m not against shooting a man who’s awake.”

Jack couldn’t help but laugh. “Don’t worry, Deadwood. I won’t tell no-one ‘bout this. It wouldn’t be good for my reputation, anyhow. Cowboy don’t need no-one to save him.” He closed his eyes, an amused grin on his lips, and went back to resting against Izar.

The infamous outlaw stared at him, before he broke into laughter. “Spot was right. You are a stubborn ole fogy.”

[unclescurvy]

Players You Never Thought You’d Vote Into the Pro Bowl

Just the offense to start...

Dolphins QB Tua Tagovailoa

Seahawks QB Geno Smith

Tua started the year as one of the most vulnerable starters in the NFL, but as I write this, he’s the highest rated QB at Pro Football Focus leading one of the most potent offenses in the league. And Geno Smith wasn’t even the favorite to start, but he’s now a strong candidate for Comeback Player of the Year. 

Raiders RB Josh Jacobs

Texans RB Dameon Pierce

The Raiders added running backs through free agency this year, and pundits figured it was the end for Josh Jacobs. Now, Jacbos sits atop the PFF ratings. And Pierce was a longshot to start for the Texas after being the 7th running back selected in the draft. 

Lions WR Amon-Ra St. Brown

This year’s best receivers are pretty much who we expected them to be. Amon-Ra, however, may be worthy of a spot in the Pro Bowl. After ending last year on a hot streak, he formed a bond with QB Jared Goff that led to a hot start in 2022, and now he’s become reliably great. 

Browns TE David Njoku

When the Browns committed a significant amount of money to resigning Njoku, I thought he hadn’t deserved that sort of contract. But paradoxically, now that he’s made the money, he’s actually playing up to his draft position. Njoku has quietly  become one of the best tight ends in the league.

Vikings OT Christian Darrisaw

Giants OT Andrew Thomas

Raiders OT Kolton Miller

Forget the big names you’ve come to know (and vote for) - this new crop of left tackles is legit. Darrisaw and Thomas are #1 and 2 on the PFF rankings. It’s been an amazing rise for Thomas, who spent his rookie year getting torched. He’s made incredible strides to become an elite tackle. Miller took a while to develop too, but he’s now one of the very best in the AFC.

Falcons G Chris Lindstrom 

Dolphins G Robert Hunt

Bears G Teven Jenkins

All three of these guys had a hard time when they first got in the league, so it’s great to see them grading out incredibly high on PFF these days. The networks don’t spend much time taking up the o-line, so they’ve flown beneath the radar. Don’t lunge for names like Brandon Sherff or Quenton Nelson when casting your ballots; these guys have outperformed them.

Browns C Ethan Pocic

Lions C Frank Ragnow

The Browns have an elite interior o-line - both guards and their center deserve to be in the Pro Bowl (despite their record). And Frank Ragnow has slowly climbed the ranks of the NFL’s centers to become one of the very best.

[must-be-brooklyn]

Nervous Javid first meeting?

Yesss I hc this so hard! And - yes - I did hcs and I really hope that’s alright with you! xx

They meet in primary school in this world and it’s year six!

Jack’s new to the district after being recently adopted by Medda for good!

So he’s kind of nervous for starting school but honestly just really happy and excited that have a fresh start

Sixth grade? He ofc gets assigned a buddy on his first day who is meant to look after him

And who else but Davey?

Davey arrives at the front office over half an hour early on Jack’s first day 

Picks the skin around his fingernails to death

Like there is blood and he is mildly panicking 

Tbh, he’s high key freaking out over having to look after someone else bc he struggled a lot during school trying to find friends and its still kind of a work in progress

So when Jack arrives, they kind of get a quick look at each other and then Jack is pulled into the offices and given all the paperwork and stuff he needs

Then he is handed off to Davey

And at this point, Davey is having a minor mental breakdown as he tries to remember the words he rehearsed at home that he was going to say to Jack and he just,,,, blanks

And stumbles over his words

So Jack - classic extrovert and determined to make as many friends as possible like the ambitious twelve-year-old he is - takes the lead

“You’re Davey, right?”

“Uh, yeah, and you’re Jack, and we’ve got science right now, and I’m your new buddy...”

Davey is v worried about making a bad impression

Bc he just rlly wants a friend

He speaks super fast but also really quiet? Plus, a slight accent bc he only moved to NYC from Poland about five years ago

But nah, Jack is all over it even if he does have to listen really hard

Having grown up in the fostering system, he’s moved around a lot and learnt to adapt to people and make friends quickly

So even though he’s kind of a little ?? O.o ?? he’s also 100% taking the lead in conversation with Davey as they walk to science class

They just get on really well? Actually, they kind of have lots to talk about it’s pretty easy to spend time with each other!

And by the time they reach lunchtime, they’re still kind of being a little awkward with each other but Jack is so happy to have ended up with Davey as his buddy and Davey has probably smiled more in the space of that day than in any of his other school days ever

Look, it’s cliché but this is def the start of a v solid friendship that eventually plays the good old friends to lovers game 

[tatterdhearts]

“I’d say we launched our strike in a most AUSPICIOUS manner.” Davey’s quick to raise his glass. A bright, proud grin curled at his lips as he looks over at the other boys. He really didn’t think things would work, if he was being honest. However, now that they’ve started this, he’s sure they can see this through. He’s proud to be backing the newsies boys and everything they stand for.

open dialogue starter feat. david jacbos !

[risingsportsnetwork]

2017 Season Preview

The draft is over, each team is preparing their plan of attack, and the fans are starting to pull out the body paint. The 2017 RISING Basketball season has arrived. People everywhere rejoice!

For today’s edition we’ll be taking a look at the steals of the draft, our way too early MVP candidates, and each team’s season outlook.

Boys, let’s get to it 

DRAFT RECAP

Round-by-Round Steals

1st - Blaine “Buzzsaw” Tiller

2nd - David Stonikas

3rd - Trey Campbell

4th - Cam Malcolm

5th - Madison Hanes

6th - Paul Griffin

7th - Austin Mann

8th - Gilbert Cribb

9th - Bonnie Clement

Pre-Season Outlook

The Dark Side - First year captain and commissioner Jack Norman didn’t hold back with his bold draft strategy this year as he looked to find the biggest personalities the league could offer when he drafted Jacob Harkey and Kyle Norton. When asked if he felt like it was another ‘13 Lakers, Norman immediately referred to his pickup of silent pieces Erik Hove and Cam “Chef” Kitchens who hope to quell the two hotshots. When asked about week one Norman repeatedly said “Cash us ousside howbow dah.” We can’t wait to see this team on the courts.  Purple Rain - Jacbo Barry who is perhaps the leagues best kept secret weapon is building an even bigger arsenal around him. Nuclear warheads Jon Kysel and Kevin Westbrook will look to explode onto the court, and out-manuever the competition with speed and fury. Oh yeah, let’s also not forget that this team holds the dual-wielded Curl father-son combo. Yeah be afraid everybody.  Meerkats - Fleming not only inherited the Meerkats team name, but also looks to have inherited that Meerkat tenacity. “With #1 overall pick Nate Muth on this team, our expectations are nothing short of going 7-0. Yeah I said that, 7 and 0 baby” Fleming affirmed. We’ll see how the captain’s confidence translates to on-court success during the long and grueling season.  Tune Squad - Carter and Black Magi... errr Tune Squad will hope to keep Dwight Howardesque center Kyle Shumeyko hungry for the ball by feeding him “Kyle’s Secret Stuff” and the ball down-low. With Shumeyko’s presence in the paint and the ever-present perimeter threat of Carter and Campbell; this team looks to rack up some points in hope’s of bringing home a title to MJ and the Looney Tune gang.  The Monstars - Blaine Tiller. The guy look to run this team not only as a captain but looks to run the court too with his ability to cut through the defense like a buzzsaw. With a team stacked to the brim full of veterans, experience is hoping to pay-off for this team on the hardwoods. Looking up and down this team it is hard to argue they aren’t early favorites for the title (they’re the Monstars so they obvi stole basketball powers), but let’s see how their age handles a myriad of double-headers down the road. Blue Team - Graham and the rest of “Blue Team” look to be ahead of the curve with team chemistry all but figured out. The one thing this team hasn’t figured out is finding a non-generic team-name. Blue Team? BORING! On the court this team is TALL, like HUUUUGGGEEEE. With both Powers bros. and Duke Holland, this team will be a menace down-low. Don’t forget it’s shooters @cam_malcolm, @grumcreery, and @bpatlaxbro who will look to carry the point scoring load. This team has my dark-horse pick for running away with the championship this year. 

Way too early MVP Candidates

1. Nate Muth

2. Erik Hove

3. Steven Curl

4. David Stonikas

5. Kyle Shumeyko

And that wraps up our 2017 season preview. Join us all season long here for updated stats, the league’s juiciest rumors, and the road to glory.

Cole Carter, Senior Writer

[lopezdorothy70-blog]

“This Planet Will Be Theirs” – Professor Explains His Startling Conclusions About Alien Abductions

Yeah, the title of this article can seem quite scary, but this is one perception and there is a lot to talk about here.

To even contemplate the idea that (some) intelligent extraterrestrials are taking human beings against their will for unknown reasons, subjecting them to several different experiences that will be elaborated on later in this article, and then (in most cases) returning them from where they were taken, can completely destroy one's worldview paradigm.

It seems like something out of a horror movie, perhaps it would be best to take the perspective of all the animals that we take for our own entertainment and scientific purposes, that animal would most-likely have a difficult time comprehending what exactly is going on and would probably assume there is nothing but malevolent forces at work. Furthermore, we ourselves, have a difficult time communicating with that animal, and cannot get through to it due to the fact that it's so extremely panic ridden.

Is this what's going on in abductions? Perhaps there is something greater at play, even for our own good? Perhaps not. Many abductees, although subjected to much trauma, have had a sense of comfort and also telepathic communications letting them know that they'll be alright. What's going on here? Some sort of science experiment? Genetic manipulation? Human/alien hybridization?

Abductees vs Contactees

Watch our free screening on CETV with contactee Susan Manewich.

Before we get into it, it's also important to mention the fact that when it comes to extraterrestrial contact, of which millions of people have claimed to have had, there are multiple categories. There are abductees, as described above, and there are contactee's, those who are not taken forcefully but rather have encounter(s) with supposed intelligent extraterrestrials, sometimes friendly, and other times a quite fearful experience as well. Then there are those who claim to be 'channeling' extraterrestrial beings, but have not experienced physical contact.

An example of a 'contactee' experience would be when more than 60 school children in Ruwa, Zimbabwe witnessed the landing of a spacecraft by their schoolyard. Two beings apparently came out of the craft and were seen by the children. These beings were also conveying telepathic messages to the children. The messages included the care-taking of our planet, and what would happen if we don't turn it around. Many of them had disturbing visions, and are still speaking about the encounter today, which was made public by Harvard psychiatrist John Mack. You can read more about that story in detail, here.

Mack, now deceased, is a great source for information when it comes to abductees and contactee's, another great one is Dr. David Jacobs a recently retired Professor and historian at Temple University who makes a very interesting point,

Now, let us suppose it is not happening, all those things still remain, and yet it's not happening, there is no such thing as the abduction phenomenon. If that is the case, we have found the most important thing ever in the history of neurology, brain function, cognition…all these people are saying the same thing at their risk, this is not going to bring applause to them , that they say they've been abducted by aliens from outer space. High functioning people say this knowing full well it could destroy their careers, and they say this around the world…And it's not happening then what? (source)

Why Are They Abducting Humans?

Some of what people report as UFOs are extraterrestrial (ET) vehicles. Some of those extraterrestrial vehicles actually have ET crews, and some of those ET crews catch and release humans – Don Donderi, Retired McGill University professor, Department of Psychology (source)

There are multiple theories based on the abductees and those who are actively involved with the research. One common theme seems to be an alien/human hybridization program. Many abductees claim to have been subjected to strange procedures, from having their sperm or egg extracted from the body, sometimes for males this occurs through forced orgasm. Others report being forced to breed with a human-like extraterrestrial.

Many women who are abducted and subjected to these procedures become pregnant shortly after they are returned, and during their pregnancy they experience another abduction event where they are returned without their fetus inside of them. After this, the next abduction usually occurs years later, and involves the abductee inside of a 'meet and greet' with their hybrid child, or children. They spend time together aboard the craft, and are observed during this type of activity by the extraterrestrials.

This is extremely common for women, women have these experiences all the time. – Jacobs

According to Dr. Jacobs, in a recent interview he gave with UFO researcher and historian Richard Dolan (see below), there is some type of 'take-over agenda.' Some of these hybrids return to Earth with their mother, and are, according to Jacobs, currently living amongst us. They do not know our ways, have many questions, and seem to be in 'observation' mode. Dolan describes them as lacking emotion, Jacobs feels that they are very logical and very curious about our ways. He's even been in contact with a supposed hybrid, via the parent. He hypothesizes that “this planet will be theirs.” These hybrids also apparently have the ability to neurologically control humans to some extent, from a close distance of a few feet.

When they come here, I'm making very large claims of course, when they come here, as people have told me, they are naive . There is only so much they can learn being on board a UFO, once they come here to live in human society, they learn that there is a lot more to learn. So, the abductee takes them to the supermarket, and teaches them how to buy food etc…They are amazingly good at remembering things…all information is remembered…Their brains are different than ours. They can  control us, from a few feet away, and that control is, that's a bad one. – Jacbos

Keep in mind, we are talking about the typical Gray alien here. It's important to mention that abductees and contactees have reported multiple beings, from the grey alien, to reptilian beings, insect and animal like beings all the way to human looking extraterrestrials of various sizes, and obviously, hybrid looking type of humanoids as well.

The ability to neurologically control others, is indeed scary, and for a being of those capabilities, you would hope that they are nothing but service to others, as I am sure we all do.

Furthermore, we are talking about regular people, doctors, lawyers, university professors, people who are struggling, living in poverty etc. These abductees are located all over the world, from all walks of life, and all share practically the exact same story when they are hypnotically regressed. We'll get to that point shortly as I want to elaborate on it more.

It does not matter what country they come from, they all say the same thing. -Jacbos

This is amazing, considering the fact that thousands of these people have been regressed by researchers.

It's also interesting to note that hybrids are not only composed of half human, and half alien, but there are also exchanges between hybrids with humans as well. There are multiple generations with varying amounts of alien/human, based on the research of those mentioned in this article.

Are They 'Good' or 'Bad?'

Obviously, we don't know the answer to this question, but the overall gist from most researchers is that the main idea is the preservation of our planet. This comes from experiences like the one mentioned earlier in the article about the 60 school children in Zimbabwe. Not only that, this narrative comes from multiple credible 'insiders' with very interesting backgrounds.

There is what seems to be a lot of benevolence when it comes to examining the intention of these supposed beings, but there are also hints of malevolence as well.

Colonel Ross Dedrickson is one of many examples I've used in the past. He was assigned to the US Atomic Energy Commission and has had a long service there between 1950-1958 made him privy to some very sensitive information. He eventually decided to go public and tell the world that the “preservation of the planet is their main concern.” He did so in this interview with Dr. Steven Greer.

He was not talking about hybrids, but simply extraterrestrials. Who knows if the group he was referring to is the same group involved with the hybridization program?

Again, we are talking about what could be multiple groups visiting our planet, others with perhaps some benevolent intent, and others, unfortunately, with some malevolent intent. It seems that the Gray alien is most involved with the abduction phenomenon, along with insect like beings and reptilian type beings as well.

But what about this hybridization program? Is it benevolent or malevolent? There are differing opinions here among those who are involved with this research. In the interview with Jacobs, Dolan compares these hybrids to psychopaths who don't seem to have any empathy, at least that's the way it can look sometimes. He claims that some of them are “faking their way,” simply to find out more about what's going and how we operate here, or at least this could be a possibility.

This goes along with Jacobs' hypothesis, that the purpose here is the colonization of the Earth.

I'm not sure if I agree with the empathy comments by Dolan. These are things we do not know, we do not know how they feel towards others, how they would react if they saw someone in a helpless situation. It's also important to keep in mind that Dolan could be correct, they are after all half alien, and an important part of some sort of unknown agenda that's going on that's been conducted by this ET group. How do we know if ET's have the same emotional capacity as us? Does that make them bad or good? It's our human perception in the end that filters what we see.

Perhaps the 'abductors' are 'working' for someone else? Another group? Who knows.

Are they seeding the planet with a hybrid population? Is this simply another step in our evolution and how it's happened all along? Is this some sort of take over agenda for self serving purposes, or have human beings messed up so much that the preservation of the planet requires a completely new race? We don't really have many answers yet to be honest. At this point, we can't really draw any conclusions.

I do not believe feelings and intuition should be used to decipher mass truth about the phenomena at this point, but I personally feel there is an important role to play for hybrids, and that they will know this role when the time comes. But again, who knows, everything at this point, for the most part, is speculation, except for the fact that they are here and that they are increasing in numbers.

Perhaps all of us are some sort of hybrid?

We don't know enough yet, and there is still a lot to find out as time goes on. It seems that there is simply a hybridization program taking place and that these hybrids have been walking amongst us for quite some time. If something overly sinister was supposed to happen, I feel it already would have. But then again, there is a possibility that this phenomenon did not start until after World War 2, at least Dr. Jacobs seems to believe that based on his research (he mentioned that in the interview).

If this is the case perhaps we are looking at some type of military component? I say this because based on my research, some 'alien' abductions may be military abductions that utilize psychotronic weapons.

In the interview, Jacobs mentions a colleague of his who is also heavily engaged in abduction research. He does not seem to share the same 'grim' type of perspective, despite the fact that he is getting the exact same results.

The colleagues name is Young-hae Chi, who also engages in abduction research. He is a professor at the University of Oxford.

Below is a link to the entire interview with Dolan and Jacobs if you'd like to listen to it in its entirety. Later on you will find a lecture from Young-hae Chi.

The Findings Are The Exact Same

We know that the phenomenon is very, very widespread around the world. People think that this is an American phenomenon, it is not. I've worked with people from Africa, and Asia, and Latin-America, and Europe and so forth… All say the same thing all around the world, it does not matter where they're from. People often ask me whether there's any consistency in abduction accounts, the consistency is mind-boggling. – Jacobs. (source)

Chi, Jacobs, and others before them, have regressed and researched thousands of people. Chi, in Korea, and Jacobs in the United States.  They correspond with each other, as virtually all abduction researchers have found. They've found that the stories coming out of hypnotic regressions are the same, with very similar but unique differences, for practically everyone.

How jaw-dropping is this? Either there is some sort of new mental condition, or some type of psychosis happening that's not looked at or mentioned, or, something is really going on here.

Susan has been involved in extensive contactee research and shares EXACTLY what is similar in contactee experiences. We interviewed her on CETV.

It seems the latter, especially given all of the evidence that already exists for the existence of UFOs that are piloted by an extraterrestrial being.

Jacobs believes that the purpose for these programs is the colonization of Earth, as mentioned. But Young, however, based on his research, believes in the benevolent theory, that this is being done to spark a more compassionate and environmentally aware citizenry who actually care about the planet they live on.

Interesting isn't it?

Below is a full lecture by Chi discussing his conclusions.

The Takeaway

The UFO phenomenon is no longer taboo, and the idea that some of these craft may be piloted by intelligent extraterrestrial beings has, in my opinion, strong evidence behind it. We have statements from thousands of credible people from within the military, intelligence agencies, governments, academia and more that has all been complimented by physical evidence and electro-optical data. The conversation gets deeper into why they are here, what are they doing, how their craft work etc…It leaves no area of humanity untouched.

The abduction phenomenon in particular can be quite 'scary,' but as you can see based on the information provided within this article, there are many unknowns, and it's still hard to determine what exactly is going on. To be honest, I still believe it's something far greater than we may be able to comprehend at this moment.

Based on witness testimony, and the fact that many of these craft have taken, as former Canadian Defence Minister Paul Hellyer once said, “corrective measures to avoid our aircraft,” it seems they are not here to harm. That being said, the protocol still seems to “shoot first and ask questions after,” which is how, possibly, Dr. Edgar Mitchell knew that “there have been crashed craft, and bodies recovered.”

One thing is for certain, we are not alone, and we've never been alone.

Perhaps the preservation of the planet is something more important than WE are…

Related CE Article

We've been writing about this topic in depth for years, below is one article out of hundreds that touches on what's currently happening in the mainstream with regards to UFO disclosure. If you'd like to read more of our articles on the UFO/extraterrestrial phenomenon, visit the disclosure section of our website.

The US Government Just Admitted To Recovering Materials From UFOs – Here Are The Latest Updates

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When life gives you lemons, supposedly lemonade is the end product. But when you’re in Italy and your BFFF Kelly comes over with her hubby, Jacbo (aka Jacob), you make (or buy) limoncello and drink it with them! That’s what we did on night one after inexpensive, delicious pasta in the locally infamous, warm underground cockles of Faenza’s finest Spaghetti Notte…

No other place I’ve discovered (yet) has sunk into my bones like the warmth after a good soak, leaving me with the wonderful, peaceful feeling of home. Like the stubborn tick I somehow didn’t find for a couple of days after Lisa and I returned from the Apenninos (shudder), Faenza and the surrounding areas have burrowed in and hidden out. But in the case of Faenza, I’m in no hurry to freak out and chuck it in the toilet with a very girly shriek. In fact, I’d rather the feeling never left.

So, trying to put into words the joy of having my BFFF of twenty years (and her easygoing, hilarious hubby) here with me is like akin to fitting all the crap I’ve bought into my suitcase. It’s a challenge — because I’ve been hopping the ol’ pond over here since 2009 and only now have the cosmos aligned to get all of us here at once.

Therefore, of course, we packed so much into just a few days, like an overstuffed calzone — or, in Faenza, a delectable, lard-ridden flatbread of sorts called a crescione. I decided the perfect introduction to these lovely lands was just a ten minute train ride away: charming Brisighella with its old mulattierra (mule road)…

… some of the most flavorful local olive oil I’ve unearthed yet and a quaint shop for tasting and spending way too much money in…

… a castle to ogle at…

… and a bright, airy spot where the castle can ogle us while we lay into aperitivo!

A little walk through centro (downtown) in Faenza on market day…

Cool old pics of back-in-the-day Brisighella.

Checking out the castle from the end of the mulattiera.

A view above Brisighella, underneath the castle.

After Kelly and Jacbo attempted to sleep off their jet lag, we climbed aboard the scenic, slow regional train through the Apenninos to Firenze. On the way, I fondly pointed out Marradi, where Lisa and I departed for our hike in a cool tornado.

In Florence, we burst forth from the train into crowds of other foreigners, their languages mixing together at stoplights like an exotic casserole. We headed to our hotel via a quieter street or two…

At one of the numerous bridges over the Arno — forced to soak in the terrible view, I suppose — we were held up by another river of neon-clad runners. Many of them had such pained expressions I wondered if maybe a bear was chasing them and that was the only reason for keeping on… 🙂

After threading through an antiques market that charmed my neon Icebreaker socks off, we entered the massive doors to our expansive, classy hotel in Piazza Santo Spirito.

On the top floor, the welcoming older man at the front desk led us out onto the airy terrazza to test my Italian skills/proudly point out all the sights from the rooftop. As we waited for our room to be ready, we wandered back to the street and found arancine, roasted vegetables and a creamy mushroom lasagna that was richer than a whole boat full of Medici royals. We brought our spoils back up to the terrazza and paired them with the view and a bottle of (slightly warm) Trebbiano from my backpack.

When the room was ready, I was greeted there by two ghosts who turned out to be Jacbo and Kelly…

Then we merged into the stream of tourists and the sightseeing got real. We marched our poor little feets off checking out Galleria Uffizzi, Piazza della Signoria, Santa Croce and on and on… at the David we stood with the throngs, dodging selfie sticks, making wise cracks about certain features on the David because we are adult juveniles…

At Piazza del Duomo, we gazed upon both the beauty of the green and white church and the line wrapping from its (free) entrance and almost entirely around it like a very thirsty, sweaty, bored snake. Then, I heard my name.

I turned to see one of the Experience Plus clients I’d met the day before putting on an all day picnic at work. The Venice to Pisa tour always stops through the Farm (Experience Plus’ European hub, an old pig barn converted into offices, rooms, bike shop and warehouse) for a locally sourced feast. And apparently the tour was still flitting about Florence — what a small world 🙂

And how did she recognize me? “I saw your hair,” she said. Those of you who’ve been on top of this blog like mozzarella slices on pizza will remember the last time my hair flagged someone down was on the side of Interstate 70 in Colorado, post-fender bender…

Apres-Duomo, we simply had to log in more time on the terrazza with a complimentary aperitivo…

Earlier, Kelly spotted a cute spot for dinner later and I popped in to make us a reservation. On the way to dinner, we tried to swing into Pitti Palace and the lovely Boboli gardens — but (what a Pitti), it was already closed. Nonetheless, we made good use of the fading sunshine and a flat spot to people watch…

Later, belly full of fresh, handmade gnocchi in a gorgonzola cream sauce with arugula, a fresh salad, tiramisu and a local, dark, peppery-anise herbal amaro (a traditional bitter digestive liquor), I couldn’t have been happier. Kelly and Jacob, across a tranquil sea of empty plates and smudged wine glasses, appeared equally sated.

The espresso powder on the top of the tiramisu was Florence at night, with quieter streets on our side of the river and plenty of time to enjoy the lights from Ponte Vecchio dancing off the Arno…

BFFFs!

Stopping to smell the roses outside the hotel.

More antiques!

The Arno river.

Pitti Palace.

Just another stupid Italian street..

Scooterville, Italia.

Uffizzi Gallery.

Kiss kiss! Just like the traditional Italian hello.

Bummer.

Yes.

One of those great road signs outside the Duomo…

Haha.

Looks like hard work…

Gotta love the signs…

In the wee hours of the night, strange sounds abounded outside our ground level room. The whole spacious building magnified sounds like an accidental megaphone; the yelling youths seemed to drunkenly serenade us from the foot of our beds. In the piddly light of dusk, any number of someones opened creaky doors inches from our faces. And a strange procession of rustling plastic — like the biggest and most poorly executed murder cover up/disposal of dead bodies — filled the space where sleep should have been.

At last we arose, drug ourselves up to the top floor for an expansive breakfast in an elegant room with lace curtains, white walls and tall, stately ceilings. Over-caffeinated (except Kelly, who’s all about the tea) and under-rested, we headed back to the train station to catch a late morning train to Roma.

In Roma the big city washed over us like a sweaty, swarthy breeze that carried us all the way from the bowels of the sprawling stazione, through the baffling intestines of la metropolitana. We burst forth in a tide of humans and accordion music into the embrace of the hot Roman sunshine.

On the next Sylva Lining… are you Forum or against ’em? We were definitely on the side of wearing ourselves out and seeing every possible bit of Roma. Stay tuned!

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javid on a date? but they keep getting interrupted by their stupid newsie children :p

Honestly, this would 100% happen, probably on every date they’ve ever had 

Ship: Javid

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Era: Modern, university au

Okay, so! This kind of ended up being a bit longer than I planned on and also probably quite different to how you might have imagined it - so, I hope it’s okay at least! 

Also! Sorry it took so long to fill this! I’m afriad I got quite busy...

An Anthology of Annoying Newsies Interrupting Jack and David’s Date

Part 1, Les

“But why?” Les moaned loudly and threw his hands down by his side like a stroppy child. “I don’t want to stay here with Sarah! She’s gonna make me cook more Hamantaschen and we already did that all of yesterday!” He threw one last, desperate glare at David. “Please, it’s not even near Purim!”

David sighed and put his hands on his hips, feeling exactly like his mother. “Jack and I have a date. No, you cannot come. Anyway, Sarah makes pretty good Hamantaschen.”

Fixing him with an utterly betrayed look, Les scowled. “No, she really doesn’t.”

“Well, you can help her get better then,” David said. He turned away from Les, toward the front door to pull on a pair of shoes.

Les huffed as he followed him. “Please, take me with you!”

David turned very slowly to face Les and gave him look that he hoped said everything. “You are not coming on my date.”

“Ugh! Fine!” Les stomped away, making each step as loud as possible and slamming every day he passed. At times like these, David suddenly remembered exactly why he did not come home from university except for on breaks. Teenage mood swings.

Part 2, Specs

Jack’s hand was wrapped tightly around David’s and their arms swung between them as they walked down the trail in the path. The light filtered through leaves of the trees, creating a pretty, dappled effect that was almost worthy of breaking the spell of silence on David’s Instagram.

“I’m so glad it’s holidays,” Jack sighed. He squeezed David’s hand tightly. “It sucks not seeing you during term time.”

David laughed lightly. “It could’ve been worse,” he said, “At least we have video messengers now.”

Rolling his eyes, Jack paused for a second and looked at David carefully, as if he was studying every single freckle on his face. “Don’t mean I don’t miss you.”

“I missed you, too,” David said, mouth twitching up into a smile, “But assuming we don’t fail our courses, we’ll graduate in a few months, and then who knows what’ll happen. Let’s just make the most of the time we have now.”

Jack nodded as he grinned. “Suppose so. Includin’ this date. You’re still up for coffee?”

“When am I ever not up for coffee?” David laughed, even though it wasn’t very funny.

Jack’s eyes only grew warmer, though. “Well, yeah, that was a bit of a stupid question.” He started walking, holding onto David’s hand a little more tightly.

“Hey! Jack! Davey!”

David stopped again, looking around where they stood, searching for the source of the voice. Then, his eyes locked onto a familiar figure with a lithe frame and large glasses that he somehow managed to pull off perfectly.

“Specs?” Jack said, sounding somewhere between shocked and confused as he turned towards him. “What’re you doin’ here?”

Specs shrugged. “Just going for a run. I’m back from college for a few weeks.” He gestured to both of them. “What’re you doin’ here, though? I thought you’d both be overtime at this point studyin’ for your exams or something.”

Jack raised their intertwined hands. “Date.”

“Oh…” Spec’s face flushed. “That’s, uh, cool. Still going strong then?” He frowned slightly and backtracked quickly. “I mean, obviously you are. I’ll leave you to it!”

David smiled at him. “It’s nice to see you again. Maybe we could catch up sometime before we all go back to college next term?”

Relaxing slightly, Specs smiled back at him. “Yeah, that’d be good. Me and Romeo were talking about organising a catch up for our old club sometime. Maybe we could do that these holidays?”

“That’d be cool,” David agreed. “Talk later, though?”

Specs nodded. “Yeah, bye. I’ll text you.” He jogged away from them, waving as he went.

Turning to each other and exchanging a look, Jack and David peeled off into giggles.

Part 3, Race

Their phones would not stop buzzing. That in itself was not so unusual; they were college students with busy lives. Notifications in themselves were not out of the ordinary. As they sat down in the park with disposable coffee cups in the hands, though, the text messages kept pinging in synchrony.

David gave Jack a sideward look as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. Even as he scanned down the screen, more text messages kept appearing. All of them were in a variety of barely discernible text-talk, emojis and a lot of capital letters. They were also all from –

“Race,” David said, showing his phone to Jack.

Jack groaned. “Of course it is. Mute him.”

“Jack!” David exclaimed. Nonetheless, he pulled his phone out and muted the new chat that Race had created. “He’ll probably just start another one in a bit if we don’t reply to him,” he said as he did so.

Shrugging, Jack did the same on his own phone. “It’s his problem he’s interrupting us.”

“He won’t see if that way.”

Jack laughed as he shoved his phone back into his pocket and moved a little closer to David. “Well, we’ll deal with that later. For now, I just wanna get back to where we were.” He wriggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“You’re disgusting!” David exclaimed, unable to hold back a smile, “We’re in the middle of the park!”

Part 4, Mike and Ike

Their coffees were almost finished and Jack had wrapped his arm around David’s shoulders in the overly confident way that he always did when they got to spend time together.

“Have you decided what you’re gonna do next year?” Jack asked.

David crossed his left leg over his right leg and wrapped his hands more tightly around his half-empty coffee cup. “I think I might do a teaching qualification…” He trailed off uncertainly. “But, I’ll need to get a scholarship or re-enrol for a bursary or something so that I can afford it.” He sighed and tapped his fingers restlessly. “Maybe not, though, I don’t know.”

“Like, become a teacher?”

Hesitantly, David nodded. “I love tutoring the kids on the weekend… So, I figure that maybe education would be an interesting job… I mean, I could teach history, or languages, or something like that.”

“You’d be an awesome teacher,” Jack said fondly. He turned to give David a peck on the cheek.

David bought his cup to his mouth and took a sip, humming under his breath. “What about you, then? Have you finalised anything?”

Jack opened his mouth to say something when he felt someone tapping on his shoulder. Freezing, he pivoted slowly until he came face to face with Ike, who was staring at him with wide eyes.

“Uh, hello?” Jack said slowly.

Mike appeared in front of them. “Which way is the exit?”

David went motionless, too. “The exit?” he repeated, sounding completely confused. “What do you mean?”

Ike walked around the bench to stand next to his twin. “Like he said. Quickest way to get to the upper east side?” He grinned but looked extremely sheepish as he rubbed the back of his head with a tense hand.

Pointing somewhere to the left of them, Jack spoke again. “Why’d you need to know?”

“Don’t know this park well enough,” Ike said with a careless shrug.

Mike nodded. “Yeah, we’s from the other side of town.”

David stared at them, not believing them for a second but reluctant to call them out on it. They had been born and bred in New York and knew every corner of Manhattan, as well as a definitely-above-average amount about the other districts.

“Well, we’s goin’, then,” Ike said. “See you later!” He pulled his twin away and they disappeared almost immediately down another path that David had not even noticed before.

Jack crossed his arms in front of him. “That was weird.”

“Someone put them up to it?” David said with an unenthusiastic laugh.

Jack shook his head, eyes still on the corner that they had disappeared around. “Knowin’ our luck? Probably.”

David tapped his fingernails on the carboard cup a few times, drilling some movement back into them. “So, your art, then? What were you saying?”

Part 5, Elmer

Unfortunately, even if the chat that Race had made had been put on silent, the rest of David’s phone’s notifications were still as loud as ever. That became very apparent when, in the middle of their conversation, they were once again disturbed by a phone call.

Rolling his eyes, David retrieved his phone and checked the caller.

“It’s Elmer,” he said hesitantly, “I probably shouldn’t miss it.”

Jack gestured for him to go ahead and focused his attention on the last dregs of coffee in his cup. They were cold by now, and particularly bitter in comparison to the rest of his drink. Nonetheless, he swilled them around a little until they collected and then downed them in one.

All the while, he half listened to David speaking quietly on the phone. It was all in Polish and he could not understand a word, so he drummed his fingers distractedly on his knees and waited for the call to end.

At the rate they were going, Jack was relatively sure that this date would turn out to be more about their friends than it was to do with them. He could not say he honestly had a problem with that – his friends were very important – but he wished that it did not all have to happen when he was trying to have a nice date with David.

It felt like an eternity had passed by the time David hung up.

“What was he callin’ about?” Jack asked.

David pulled a face. “There’s a Special Shabbat coming up soon and he wanted to know if he could do something with my family because his foster family isn’t Jewish, and he doesn’t want to make a big deal about it.”

Jack nodded slowly. “You’ll do that, then?”

“My parents would’ve invited him over, even if he hadn’t bought it up,” David said with a small smile. “He and Les get on really well, too, they’ll be happy.” He glanced back down at his phone and finally turned the whole device onto silent.

Jack watched him do it, smirking slightly. “You hopin’ that they won’t call no more?”

“I think they’d find ways around it even if I tried,” David sighed, pocketing his phone and picking up his coffee cup. Like Jack’s, it was empty. “D’you want to walk for a bit?”

Jack stood up, agreeing with David immediately. “We could go back to my place? Spot’s at work and Crutchie won’t bother us, even if he is at home right now.” He extended a hand to David and pulled him up, too.

“What about Medda?” David asked, wrapping his hand with Jack’s and walking vaguely in the direction of a bin to through their cups out.

Jack shrugged. “Mom? Pretty sure she’s at the theatre, today. She won’t mind, anyway.”

Part 6, Albert

“Albert, why the hell are you standin’ behind a tree?”

“I didn’t mean to watch you kissin’! But It was your fault for doin’ it in the middle of the park.”

Part 7, Romeo

By the time that Jack’s phone rang, David was more or less resigned to the fact that this date was not one that they were actually going to get through without interruptions every second minute. Even so, he could not stop himself from letting out a low moan.

“It’s Romeo,” Jack said to David, pulling the phone up to his ear. “Does this have to be right now?”

They stopped walking and pushed to the edge of the pavement, standing pressed up against the window. David allowed himself to tune out of the conversation, instead trying to remember one date when they had actually managed to get through without seeing or talking to someone else on it.

Given that they had been dating for almost three years – since midway through their senior year in high school – he could only recall a worryingly low number.

Jack turned to look at David with blown eyes. He seemed to be trying to communicate something through his expression, but David had absolutely no idea exactly what it was. He stared back in return, trying to work out what he meant when Jack suddenly pressed the phone into his hand.

“Dating advice,” he muttered.

David looked at him, disbelief feeling like it was swallowing him up.

Jack just shrugged at him and David shook his head, resigned. “Hey, Romeo.”

Romeo wasted no time before getting into the questions. “So, as the resident team Mom, any advice on the best way to tell a guy that I wanna stop fuckin’ him and start properly kissin’ him?”

Spluttering, David struggled to reply. It was going to be a long walk back to Jack’s family apartment.

Part 8, Buttons

“Hey, Buttons,” Jack said reflexively as he walked past.

Buttons spun around, newspapers stuffed messily into the bag swung over his shoulder and a bright yellow vest making sure he stood out a thousand miles from the rest of the people in the street.

“Jack! Davey!” He bounded over too them with far too much energy. “Hi! I can’t stay, I’ve got to finish my afternoon paper route! But it’s nice to see you! I didn’t know you were back for the break!” He spoke very quickly and with an almost unreasonable amount of enthusiasm. Sometimes, David struggled to understand how he was always so upbeat about everything.

Jack waved at him awkwardly. “See you another time, then?”

Buttons nodded excitedly. “Sure! That’d be cool!”

Part 9, Finch

David was immediately thrown off guard by Finch hurling himself into David’s arms as Jack opened the door to his apartment. “Finch?” He detached himself a little so that he could see his face and was alarmed the distressed expression. “What’s wrong?”

“I was-“ His voice was immediately strained and worried. “My Dad called and he said that my brother is sick and I need to pick up something from the chemist on the way home.”

All at once, David was on high alert and out of the corner of his eye, he could see Jack stiffen, too. “D’you need a ride or anything?” David asked carefully, “Or help with the medicine?”

Finch shook his head slowly. “It’s just an asthma refill. And, I’m only living like five minutes away from here, anyway.” He gave them both a very weak smile. “Thanks, though.” David knew not to push the topic. Over the years, he had adjusted slowly to the fact that some people saw the acceptance of help as something to be avoided at all costs.

He knew when to cross that line and refuse to take no for an answer, but David had also learnt that sometimes he just needed to accept that independence was an important virtue.

Jack braced him on the shoulders before he went any further. “Remember to breathe, okay? Your brother is gonna be fine with you watchin’ out for him.”

Finch looked at him, expression still brittle, but eyes perhaps a fraction more determined. “I know.” He walked past them and turned right down a stairwell in the old building.

David looked after him, worried. “He’ll be fine,” he said, more to himself than to Jack.

“Of course, he will,” Jack agreed easily. David could still hear the strain under his voice. “This has happened before. He gets easily worked up about his family and worries a lot about things that don’t need to be worried about.”

Chewing on his lip, David crossed his arms tightly over his chest and nodded. He knew Jack was right.

“C’mon, then,” Jack said, steering him inside the apartment, “Let’s get some food and some privacy.”

Part 10, Crutchie

David was curled up next to Jack, both of them lying on his bed, and hugging him tightly. It was a warm, comfortable position and David was oddly content just lying there and making the most of the moment. His arms were tightly looped around Jack and he snuggled closer to him, treasuring a bit of privacy and quiet.

Jack’s fingers swept through David’s hair, slowly teasing the dark curls and messing up the almost redundant attempt that David had made to control his hair that morning.

“I really love you,” Jack said very softly. He pushed himself up on one arm so that he could lean closer to give David a quick kiss. “You know that, right?”

David looked up at him and smiled. “I know. I love you, too.”

Grinning slightly wolfishly, Jack pushed himself closer to David so that he was leaning over him and then lowered himself down until he was half lying on top of him.

“You’re pretty comfortable, too,” Jack remarked.

David stared at Jack and raised an eyebrow. “I’m, like, ninety per cent bones,” David said with a deadpan face.

Jack did his best to shrug from his position. “Well, I still think you’re a good pillow.”

“I’ll add that to my CV, then,” David said teasingly. He craned his neck to kiss Jack’s lips. Jack relaxed into the kiss and dropped forwards, one hand on David’s chest to balance himself, and the other wound tightly into his hair.

The door opened with a thud and Jack and David jumped apart like they had been burnt.

“Oh, my God,” Crutchie said despairingly, as he covered his eyes with the hand that was not holding his crutch. “Warn a guy, would you?”

“The door was closed,” Jack grumbled, running a hand through his hair in an unsuccessful attempt to control it and sitting up. “That generally means don’t come in.”

Crutchie rolled his eyes. “Yeah, whatever. Mom got home a few minutes ago, and wants to know if you’re stayin’ for dinner, Davey.”

David struggled to look at Crutchie straight in the eyes. He could feel his face glowing with heat. “Uh, yeah, that’d be nice, thanks,” he said hesitantly, exchanging a small look with Jack. “Only if it’s no trouble, of course.”

“It’s vegan or something, so it’ll be fine for Kosher,” Crutchie offered. David nodded with a thankful smile. Neither he, his siblings, nor his parents adhered strictly to Kosher except on special occasions, but it was always touching to see that someone else had remembered it.

“You can get back to your make-out session, now, or whatever you was doin’ before,” Crutchie said. He closed the door behind him as he left.  

Jack flopped back onto the bed with a sigh. “I’m sorry, Dave, this wasn’t much of a date.”

“It was perfect just as it was,” David said, bestowing a small kiss on the tip of his nose, before lying down next to him and staring at the off-white celling. “I mean, let’s be honest, what kind of a date would it be if we weren’t interrupted ten times at least?”

Jack laughed slightly. “Obviously not one of ours.”

[must-be-brooklyn]

Morning Routines

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hectic mornings when they each need to be somewhere and they’re rushing around each other, ducking into bathrooms and bedrooms and kitchen cupboards, pausing to straighten tops and press kisses to cheeks

Prompt taken from here! 

“Collar!”

Jack rushed past him, hand brushing over David’s arm at the speed of light, as he disappeared into the bedroom. Without meaning to, David paused in the middle of the hall and let his gaze follow Jack’s movement.

Reappearing with a pair of socks in his hand, Jack’s face cracked into a soft smile. “Collar, dummy,” he said fondly. He dropped his socks onto the floor and straightened David’s collar for him, pressing a quick kiss onto his lips afterwards. “And, don’t stand there! You’re gonna be late for school if you don’t move! And everyone knows that a teacher has no business being late.”

David jolted back to reality and grinned. “Right,” he agreed, before tacking on, “Brush your teeth before you go. Morning breath.”

Jack stuck his tongue out. “Oh, shove off.”

Laughter rang down the passageway behind David as he skidded into the kitchen and began pulling out supplies for lunch out of the cupboard. Bread, butter, simple fillings, an apple each. He stockpiled them on the bench before he began putting sandwiches together for both of them as quickly as possible.

It was not always like this. When the alarm failed to go off, though, their mornings generally ended up as quick kisses, fond reprimanding and an all-around rush to get out of the door before either of them were late. Neither of their jobs granted any relief for being tardy and neither of them were willing to push their luck on the matter.

Toothbrush in hand, Jack appeared in the kitchen. “Your phone’s by your bag,” he said, “Fully charged – I checked – and Sarah messaged you to ask about us confirmin’ meeting her and Katherine on the weekend.”

David nodded distractedly as he finished shoving the sandwiches he had thrown together into zip-lock bags. Setting both lots of food onto the countertop between himself and Jack, he finally looked up.

“Top buttons,” he said, stepping forward to do them for Jack. Jack’s tie was slung over his shoulder, today a bright red with an assortment of Disney characters on it. Even if his job required a button-up shirt and tie every day, Jack always did his best to choose something that was a bit of fun, if only to make the kids he worked with smile.

“Much better,” David said, smoothing down Jack’s shirt for him. “I’ll text Sarah back when I’m on the bus. You’re still good for Saturday?”

Jack nodded and leaned in quickly, aiming for David’s lips.

David pulled away, a teasing expression crossing his face quickly. “Finish brushing your teeth first, and then I’ll think about it. Lunch is on the bench.”

“You’re brilliant,” Jack said with a sigh.

“And don’t I know it!” David called behind him as he hurried into the bedroom. He scrambled around their bedroom, searching for the first pair of shoes he could find that were properly shined. Of all days to sleep through the alarm, of course it was the one day he had an important meeting during lunch.

Jack walked into the bedroom a minute later, his toothbrush abandoned. “I put your lunch in your bag, by the way - front pocket - and a bottle of water. Just because I strive to please.”

David seized a pair of oxford shoes and pulled them on as he looked up at Jack. “My hero,” he said with a glimmer in his eyes, “And, brush your hair, won’t you?”

Ruffling a hand through his hair so it stuck up in all the wrong directions, Jack smiled. “Don’t like the bedhead look?”

“Love it,” David tied his shoelaces and did not look back at Jack as he spoke, “But I think we can reserve that look for home. No kid should have to see that.”

“Spoilsport.” Nonetheless, Jack picked up a brush and began pulling it through his hair. For such short hair, it was remarkably knotted. David crept up behind him and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

Then, he walked through to the study to pick up his laptop, pencil case, and the vast array of marked papers that were neatly categorised into different coloured folders. David was nothing if not meticulously organised.

Putting it all into his bag, he caught Jack stumbling into the living room as he struggled to pull on his shoes while walking.

Picking up Jack’s bag and placing it next to his own, David completed the one last check over to ensure he had everything he needed. Finally satisfied, he zipped it up and swung the strap over his shoulder. Just as Jack said, his phone was right next to where his bag had just been seconds before. He flicked the screen on for a second, running through the notifications and dismissing the ones he did not care for.

Jack straightened up as he succeeded in pulling on his left shoe and skipped to David, who passed his bag with a smile.

“Alright, then,” Jack said, threading his arms through the arm straps of his rucksack, “Ready to go?”

David nodded and put his phone into his pocket. “Wallet, phone, lunch, keys?” It was a checklist that he went through every morning, no matter how little time they had. Somehow, the words had become so ingrained in their weekday routine that it felt like something vital was missing if they skipped it.

“Check, check, check and check,” Jack replied, patting down his jean pockets. He stepped closer to David, put his hands on his shoulders and pulled him closer. Gently, he gave a short, soft kiss that said everything. “You’re gonna kick the butt of that interview.”

David laughed under his breath and reached for Jack’s hand to give it a quick squeeze. “See you tonight at… Six?”

“Yeah, about then,” Jack agreed, “Maybe a bit earlier dependin’. I’ll text you.” He pulled open their front door and allowed them both to step out before shutting and locking it. They walked together towards the stairs and started climbing down them as quickly as they dared. In the mornings, it was quicker to take the stairwells than to wait for the lifts.  

By the time they reached the road, they were barely ten minutes behind where they usually were.

“See you later! Love you!”

David rolled his eyes but nodded. “Love you, too. See you at six.”

[must-be-brooklyn]

A Future Together

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Their time together was comprised of stolen moments and filled with forbidden kisses. That did not mean that it felt any less draining to pull away and pretend to be friends until their next rendezvous. 

- o -

In which Jack and David share a moment and discuss their future.

“You should leave.”

Jack looked at David, his eyes reflecting the flickering of the candle that sat in the window frame. The tiny flame was the only light on the fire escape. Even the stars and moon had disappeared behind clouds of city smog.

David’s stomach flopped like it always did when Jack gave him that look. “I mean it. Crutchie’ll get worried. You said you’d be back early today. It’s already gone eleven.”

Grinning, Jack just settled himself more comfortably against the railings of the stairwell. “Well, it’s my duty to make sure selling partners get home safe now, ain’t it?”

“We stopped selling together over a year ago,” David reminded him fondly. “Besides, as much as I love your company, won’t the lodging house shut at midnight?” He, too, leant back against the window frame and shifted the candle a little further across so he did not bump it. “As much as I’d love to offer you a place here, the floor is about the only place where there’s still any space.”

Jack laughed softly. “Naw, it’s ‘right. I can just take the fire escape up. Everyone knows ta keep the window open.”

They sat there in contented silence for a while. Slowly, Jack inched his hand closer to David’s until he could tangle their fingers together. David looked and smiled, squeezing Jack’s hand with care.

A sudden gust of wind blew past them, extinguishing the candle.

“Oh, damn.” David pulled his hand out of Jack’s and leant his body into the bedroom to find the matches again. “Not again.”

Jack pulled him back. “Don’t worry ‘bout it, Dave. It’s not that dark out.” That was a clear lie – David could barely make out the other side of the street – but he obliged and set the candle inside so the wax would harden without the risk of anyone knocking it over. As trivial as it was, they were always careful to conserve the kerosene and wax as much as possible. It was expensive to replace too often.

“Besides,” Jack said, lowering his voice and shifting closer to David, “It means I can do this.” He took David’s hand and bought it softly to his mouth to kiss it.

David could feel his cheeks burning red. “Don’t, someone might see!”

Jack looked around and laughed under his breath. “In this light? Naw. This escape don’t even lead to a main road. Ain’t no one gonna know.”

“My family’s only a room away and Les is asleep in here!” David gestured towards the room on the other side of the window. “They can’t know, Jack, they can’t.”

Jack gave David’s hand another, lingering kiss. He did not look up as he spoke. “They don’t have ta know, Dave. They ain’t gonna know if youse don’t want ‘em to.” Finally, he raised his head and gazed into David’s eyes. “But, I think they’s lovin’ you too much to get angry.”

David sighed and averted his eyes from Jack’s. His chest felt vaguely sore as if someone had winded him. He stared out at the street, despite being unable to see anything out there. “Do you ever think there could be a time when people like us are accepted?”

“One day?” Jack paused for a moment and ran his thumb over David’s knuckles. “Yeah, I think so. One day we’se gonna be able to live like all the other folks ‘round here. Have our own flat, no funny questions, police won’t care. The whole works.”

That made David smile. It was hard to imagine such a world sometimes. “Maybe, one day, people like us could even get married,” David sighed. It was rare that he even though of marriage; he was only seventeen and it was never something that had appealed to him as a child except for out of a sense of duty to his family. His parents had married when they were just eighteen, though, and that had terrified David when he was younger.

“Can you imagine that?” Jack laughed. “Mr and Mr Jacobs. Or Mr and Mr Kelly, I suppose.”

“Kelly,” David said quickly, “Jack Jacbos just sounds silly.”

Jack exhaled and pressed his shoulder to David’s. “It’ll happen one day,” he said with a smile.

“One day,” David agreed. He rested his head on Jack’s shoulder and let his mind drift from there. It was a content silence that David had come to treasure over the year and a half he had known Jack. The time they got alone together was rare, so David always treasured it, even if it was just them sitting in silence.

It had been over a year since they had started their bizarre version of a courtship. David occasionally tried to remember exactly what had led up to it, but more often than not, he came up blank. The day that Pulitzer had agreed to the new terms had been enough of a whirlwind of emotions as it was. Adding Jack into the occasion just made everything even more blurry.

David remembered a dark alleyway, lots of laughter, hands everywhere, and the most brilliant kiss he had ever had in his life. (Which, admittedly, was not saying much. He had only ever kissed one other boy when he was seven and they thought they were being very clever copying their parents.) A whispered confession and too many secret meetings to count later, and here they were. David did not know if this was love, but he prayed that it was.

“Dawid,” a quiet voice said. David sprung apart from Jack like he had been stung. His mother’s face appeared at the window, completely oblivious to what David and Jack had been talking about just minutes before. “Już czas przyjść do środka.”

“Daj mi chwilę, Mama,” David replied. She nodded and walked back out of the room, smoothing down the covers on the bed and kissing Les’s forehead as she went.

The door closed and David turned back to Jack. “She said I had to go inside now.”

Jack nodded and released his tight hold on David’s hand so that their hands were only brushing. “I should go back to the lodgin’ house then, I guess.” 

David swallowed and forced himself to agree. Their time together was comprised of stolen moments and filled with forbidden kisses. They had to end each meeting while they were ahead. That did not mean that it felt any less draining to pull away and pretend to be friends until their next rendezvous.

Leaning forwards, they fell into a gentle kiss. It was like always: warm, chaste and breathtaking. David’s insides felt like they were melting, and he reached one hand to cup Jack’s chin.

It had to end all too soon, though. Jack pulled away and, giving David a smile, stood up. “See you tomorrow?”

David nodded quickly. “Les and I’ll be there for the evening paper.” He stood up as well and his hands

Skimmed over Jack’s. He pressed a final kiss to Jack’s lips and stepped back.

Jack grinned at him. Then, he turned and disappeared down the fire escape. It was dark enough that David soon lost track of where he was, so he clambered back through the window and closed it except for a tiny crack so that people could find him if they needed him.

Absentmindedly, David walked into the main room to wish his parents good night, allowing Sarah to get herself ready for bed, before changing his own clothes and climbing into the bunk next to Les. Mumbling sleepily, Les simply rolled over and allowed David to pull some of the blanket over himself.

Sarah’s breaths soon evened out, but David lay there staring at the ceiling. His mind was still buzzing. He turned restlessly, only to find Les blearily watching at him.

“Go to sleep, Les,” David whispered as quietly as possible.

Les kept looking at him. “You’re thinking too loudly.” David opened his mouth to defend himself, but Les cut him off before he could. “I heard you tonight. Talking with Jack.”

David’s heart stopped beating as his mouth fell open in horror. “Don’t tell anyone what you heard,” he hissed, cheeks burning. “Please, Les, we’ll get in so much trouble.”

“Would you really want to get married to him?” Les completely ignored David’s words. “Like, really really? When you’re older.”

David sighed, but gave up protesting. The damage was done, and it would be easier for everyone if he just let Les cycle through his questions. “I don’t know, maybe,” David hesitated, “I’m only seventeen, Les. That’s pretty young to think about getting married.”

“Mama and Aba got married when they were eighteen,” Les said with no hesitation. “I think you and Jack should get married. Because you’re smart, so you can get a fancy job, and Jack’s really good at art, so he can get a fancy job, too, and then you can get a nice apartment, like you said, and then all the newsies can live with you and so they never have to sleep on the streets again. Don’t you think that’d be good?”

It was so obviously ten-year-old logic that it almost made David want to cry. “Sure, Les. But you know that you can’t tell anyone this, right? We’d get in a lot of trouble.” His body felt tingly and he could not pin down exactly why. Swallowing felt oddly thick.

“I know,” Les murmured, “but it’d still be nice.” He yawned and struggled to keep his eyes open.

David swallowed the lump that had grown in his throat. “Go to sleep, Les.”

Les needed no more encouragement to turn over and fall asleep again. David watched him for a few minutes before screwing his eyes tightly shut. For now, they were trapped on all sides by society, but maybe Les was right. Maybe one day they could have a future.

Update from the author: I still suck at naming fics and I haven’t properly proofread this yet bc I actually need to be writing an IA on the Hungarian Revolution that I haven’t started yet ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Dawid - The Polish version of David

Już czas przyjść do środka - It’s time to come inside

Daj mi chwilę, Mama - Give me a minute, Mama

(If you’ve read any of the other stuff I wrote, you might’ve picked up that I hc the Jacobs were originally from NE Poland and moved to NY in the late 1880s, which -  in all seriousness - was historically just after a famine and during a period economic difficulty, persecution of Judaism and a systematic oppression where the Kingdom of Prussia (later the German Empire) and the Russian Empire attempted to systematically eradicate the Polish language during the Partitions of Poland. For that reason, I also imagine that David and Sarah would probably be able to speak a small amount of Russian (which they probably would have stopped using as soon as they left Poland), Polish and Yiddish from growing up in Poland and bc their parents speak both of those languages and enough Hebrew to know and understand traditional prayers, etc., which Les - who I imagine as being born in NY - would speak no Russian, little Hebrew, be self-conscious about his Yiddish/Polish and  more comfortable speaking in English). 

Idk - if anyone’s interested, maybe I could do a post on the Jacobs family? Let me know if you do want to see one haha