#debra jensen

[playmateheaven]

Debra Jensen - January 1978 Playmate More ‘70s Playmates

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Hypothetical titles for season twenty of 88

A Fifth Avenue funeral. Season premiere. Part one. The Five Families gather together to say goodbye to two of their own when a minor disaster strikes.

Where’s the corpse? Season premiere. art two. Deucalion and Jacob try to come to terms with their new roles as Kimberly and Thornton look for Lionel’s coffin. Final appearances of Jeff Bridges as Minos Wilkins and Lou Diamond Phillips as Lionel Spratt.

Puttanesca. The team takes a case involving an Italian restaurant that shares property with an Italian brothel.

There are no red lights in a car chase. Drummond gets stalked by an unknown assailant. Unfortunately for him. He’s in the car with David who’s still on probation and doesn’t have a valid drivers license.

Somebody to lean on. It’s Jacob and Deucalion’s first council meeting as the head of their families. Findlay locum’s for an otherwise indisposed Jones and meets Clyde’s abusive mother Noreen (Debra Messing) in the process.

Expert witness. Mary and Joseph Carpenter’s suit against Godfrey begins in earnest. Matters aren’t helped when Jacob’s old law school rival States Attorney Kenny Palmerston (Neve Campbell) makes it even more personal than it already was when she brings in one of Godfrey’s other children to testify against him. Also guest starring Levi Miller as Gabriel Christensen.

The sit in. Findlay and Delaney antagonise a store owner at Mulligan Mall when they decide to keep a group of teenagers from getting kicked out for sitting on a bench.

Motherly wiles. Macy unsuccessfully tries to pull a parent trap on Adam and Lilith.

Dichotomy. Jonah learns the meaning of damned if you do and damned if you don’t when he gets interviewed for a teen magazine.

Vigilante. Findlay and Jacob help a young man with aspirations of being a superhero navigate a lawsuit. Guest starring Caleb McLaughlin as Virgil Jenson

Ill met by moonlight. A message has been sent throughout the world. Only four words. But it is feared by all those who recognise history. It. Will. Happen. Again. Guest starring Maxwell Jenkins and Toby Stephens as Robin Goodfellow.

Violent delights. Midseason finale. Part one. The heirs to two rival car manufacturing companies go missing on Christmas Eve. And the investigation brings Lucia face to face with her former stepson after nearly sixty years. Guest starring Charlie Heaton as Roland Morris, Natalia Dyer as Julia Cowan and Bryan Cranston as Chester Morris.

Violent ends. Midseason premiere. Part two. A week and a half after they go missing. The team finally track down Roland and Julia with tragic results. Meanwhile Lucia passed ches things up with Chester. Guest starring Mariska Hargitay as Coraline “Courtland” Cowan, Jensen Ackles as Mick Morris and Laura Benanti as Maura Morris.

Family unity. The Wilkins’s grieving process is interrupted when Deucalion’s biological mother and his ex stepmother both turn up on the same day. Guest starring Olga Merediz as Fernanda “Fern” Marquez and Sigourney Weaver as Natalia Clifton.

Hypochondria. A visit to Dr Corsica after Theo swallows some postage stamps turns into Die Hard for Oswald when a psychopath holds the hospital hostage.

Like mother like daughter. Palmerston’s daughter represents Roxas Winchesters wife in a lawsuit against Drummond for getting him arrested for Lysander’s paralysis. And she definitely learned at her mother’s knee. Guest starring Kieran Shipka as Hallie Palmerston and Zendaya as Kylie Winchester.

Urquhart. Fern and Natalia have two unwelcome surprises for Deucalion. One. They’re together. Two. Fern is running for mayor of New York City.

Status and tactics. Findlay is called to the stand in the Carpenters lawsuit against Godfrey and wastes no time in giving her honest opinion on the situation

Pheasant crumble. Arlene tries, and fails, to keep Findlay away from Van Buren University when the finance manager comes to review the school’s expenditures.

A spoonful of sugar. Sidney comes to the rescue when Theo refuses to go back to Dr Corsica’s clinic for a tetanus booster after the hostage situation two months ago.

Husband or idol decision. Findlay achieves a personal dream of hers when she’s put on the judges panel for the Mr Fanservice completion. Which soon turns into a personal nightmare when the two finalist’s turn out to be Sidney and Emerson Davenport (recurring guest star Chris Pratt).

Cartography of scars. Jacob enlists Maybelle Archer’s help to unravel Hallie Palmerston’s case against the Wilkins family.

Dots. Season finale. Part one. Lucia recruits Sidney, Jacob, Gideon and Solaris’s help in tracking down both Jesse’s birth certificate and the woman who encouraged Mary to sue Godfrey in the first place. Meanwhile. Findlay has to talk Barnaby and Jonah out of an embarrassing situation of their own devising.

Jesus wept. Season finale. Part two. Jesse finally has enough of his mother’s insanity and demands that she drop the suit under threat of disownment. Final appearance of Winslow Fegley as Barnaby Sullivan and Walker Scobell as Jonah Sullivan.

[sexyvixen7]

(Source: Debra Birnbaum on Twitter)

Couple more photos of Jensen & the cast of The Boys ❤️

[steadymusiccycle-private]

Debra Jensen

[dear-indies]

Abigail Breslin: https://x.com/cosmicstormsx/status/1811352399451181112

Aidan Gallagher: https://x.com/sgtfomo/status/1754271897317961866 / https://x.com/shadiaswan/status/1758273163073642500 / https://x.com/ajthedonut/status/1749587610635305348 & https://x.com/aegonakgae/status/1748573769172742430

Anna Sophia Robb: https://x.com/LilShinyThing/status/1710875204346380309/photo/3

Arian Moayed: https://x.com/LilShinyThing/status/1710845546275979287/photo/1 / https://x.com/LilShinyThing/status/1710853098422272151/photo/2

Beanie Feldstein: https://x.com/LilShinyThing/status/1710853831196545037/photo/1

Brad Garrett (Robert on Everybody Loves Raymond): https://x.com/LilShinyThing/status/1711068317702619642/photo/1

Chad Michael Murray: https://x.com/LilShinyThing/status/1711067624610603170/photo/3

Chandler Kinney (Tabby on the new Pretty Little Liars show): https://x.com/saltzstar/status/1711665918067999098/

Clark Gregg: https://x.com/LilShinyThing/status/1711078951622222146/photo/4

Courtney Love (widow of Kurt Cobain): https://www.thewrap.com/courtney-love-calls-out-pro-palestinian-activist-linda-sarsour/

Devyn Nekoda: https://x.com/saltzstar/status/1711665918067999098/ & https://www.instagram.com/p/C7hXO5AozHJ/

Emeraude Toubia and she's Lebanese from her father's side, shame on her: https://x.com/EmeraudeToubia/status/943198184632934400/photo/1 / https://x.com/EmeraudeToubia/status/941777767754027008/photo/1 & https://x.com/EmeraudeToubia/status/941355917072850944/photo/1 + https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emeraude_Toubia

Elisha Applebaum (Musa on Fate: The Winx Saga): https://x.com/LilShinyThing/status/1710892179994874262/ + follows Ncuti Gatwa & Riz Ahmed on Instagram

Eric Andre & Jessica Chastain signed the artists4ceasefire letter: https://www.artists4ceasefire.org/

Holland Roden: https://www.tumblr.com/nightfallgoddess/146925057864/holland-roden / https://x.com/wildrms/status/1395505925226737665

Jenna Ushkowitz: https://x.com/LilShinyThing/status/1710915859802112397/photo/2

Karl Urban, Jack Quaid, Antony Starr, Erin Moriarty, Jessie T. Usher, Chace Crawford, Laz Alonso, Karen Fukuhara, Nathan Mitchell, Colby Minifie, Claudia Doumit, Jensen Ackles, Cameron Crovetti & Susan Heyward (all main cast members of The Boys) follow Tomer Capone on Instagram. Additionals notes: Susan Heyward follows the Eye on Palestine account on Instagram but to my knowledge she hasn't spoken up for Palestine yet, Jensen follows Misha Collins. Claudia Doumit is of Lebanese ancestry so shame on her for not speaking for Lebanon and Palestine given are under Israeli attack (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Claudia_Doumit). Jack Quaid & Erin Moriarty tagged Tomer on posts giving a known zionist exposure and easy access to his platform. https://www.instagram.com/p/C96MiwYvMJN/?img_index=9 / https://www.instagram.com/p/C95WouyytRG/ / https://www.instagram.com/p/C8NLeYeCb_Q/?img_index=1 / https://www.instagram.com/p/C9oDK9zP8Ms/?img_index=1

Lily James in favor of Israel: https://x.com/LilShinyThing/status/1711086686040408210

Maddie Phillips, Jaz Sinclair, Lizze Broadway & London Thor still follow and have interacted on Patrick Schwarzenegger's posts after he made his support for Israel known: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1UsaOoxWLv/ + Maddie liking a post from Tomer Capone https://www.instagram.com/p/C9ka9prNMh7/ + Maddie has apparently shared Pro-Palestine content on her stories but I have no proof of it.

Miley Cyrus: https://x.com/jorymicah/status/1791921683214831790 / https://x.com/Emalipa2000/status/1795590160144625805

Nell Verlaque, Jalen Thomas Brooks, Gabriel Davenport, Addison Rae, Milo Manheim & Patrick Dempsey are expected to return to Thanksgiving 2, the sequel of Thanksgiving, a Spyglass movie: https://x.com/UnlHorror_/status/1817044895770489113

Norman Reedus, Christopher Loyd & U2: https://x.com/akunfangirluuss/status/1711572722919346319

Olivia Rose Keegan: Follows Amy Schumer, Debra Messing, Gal Gadot, Julianna Margulies, Michael Rapaport, Noah Schnapp & Stand With Us. (update please).

Olivia Rodrigo endorsed Kamala Harris for president, and we know Kamala's stance on the Israel-Palestine subject specially this week: https://x.com/PopBase/status/1815956518992568715

Paulina Chavez (Flora on Fate: The Winx Saga): https://x.com/LilShinyThing/status/1710892179994874262/ & https://www.instagram.com/p/C7hXO5AozHJ/ + follows Bisan & Melissa Barrera on Instagram

Taissa Farmiga: https://x.com/LilShinyThing/status/1710867730394444171/

Taylor Momsen (Jenny on the original Gossip Girl show, singer of The Pretty Reckless): Follows David Draiman, Jerry Seinfeld and (https://www.instagram.com/sophiekrakowski/) on Instagram, it should be pointed out as well The Pretty Reckless have not performed on Israel yet.

The post Olivia Holt made where Sonnia Anmar & Liana Liberato showed their support: https://www.instagram.com/p/C8DCExjSuvi/

Sasha Alexander: https://x.com/LilShinyThing/status/1710850224204177431/photo/1

Zoe Lister Jones signed the artists4ceasefire letter and is the poster of the post Christina Ricci shared & Melanie Linskey liked: https://x.com/5piecetender/status/1711234397998092464 & https://www.artists4ceasefire.org/

I suggest if you have the time to check this thread for any I may have missed and any already on the list but you missed proof (go upwards, following link is at the end of thread): https://x.com/LilShinyThing/status/1711086686040408210

Thank you so much! I'll go through these and update the list.

[ulkaralakbarova]

In 1863, Mississippi farmer Newt Knight serves as a medic for the Confederate Army. Opposed to slavery, Knight would rather help the wounded than fight the Union. After his nephew dies in battle, Newt returns home to Jones County to safeguard his family but is soon branded an outlaw deserter. Forced to flee, he finds refuge with a group of runaway slaves hiding out in the swamps. Forging an alliance with the slaves and other farmers, Knight leads a rebellion that would forever change history. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Newton Knight: Matthew McConaughey Rachel: Gugu Mbatha-Raw Moses Washington: Mahershala Ali Serena Knight: Keri Russell Daniel: Jacob Lofland Sumrall: Sean Bridgers Lieutenant Barbour: Brad Carter Miss Ellie: Jane McNeill Prosecuting Attorney: Gary Grubbs Jasper: Christopher Berry Amos Deason: Joe Chrest Quitman: David Jensen Injured Soldier: Kurt Krause Confederate Color Guard: Carlton Caudle Freedman 1: Martin Bats Bradford Matthew Yates: Matt Lintz Mary: Kerry Cahill Annie: Jessica Collins Confederate Soldier: Juan Gaspard Junie Lee: Liza J. Bennett Polling Station Clerk: David Maldonado Schoolgirl: Serenity Neil Chester: Lawrence Turner Mrs. Deason: Lara Grice Col. Robert Lowry: Wayne Pére Farmer 1: Jim Klock Town Folk: Emily Bossak Sergeant: P.J. Marshall Third Man: Ritchie Montgomery Stillman Coleman: Mattie Liptak Aunt Sally: Jill Jane Clements Col. McLemore: Thomas Francis Murphy Old Man: Johnny McPhail Lt. Barbour: Bill Tangradi First Man: William Mark McCullough Edward James – Cotton Field Worker: Sam Malone Boy at Alice Hotel: Kylen Davis Farmer 2: Will Beinbrink George: Troy Hogan Confederate Soldier: Cy Parks Ward: Dane Rhodes Second Woman / Yeoman Farmer: Lucy Faust Yeoman Girl: Stella Allen Older Coleman Brother: Cade Mansfield Cooksey Maroon (uncredited): Tahj Vaughans Davis Knight: Brian Lee Franklin Film Crew: Casting: Debra Zane Production Design: Philip Messina Costume Design: Louise Frogley Editor: Juliette Welfling Producer: Jon Kilik Supervising Art Director: Dan Webster Editor: Pamela Martin Director of Photography: Benoît Delhomme Producer: Scott Stuber Executive Producer: Oren Aviv Set Decoration: Larry Dias Writer: Gary Ross Executive Producer: Robert Simonds Executive Producer: Robin Bissell Art Direction: Andrew Max Cahn Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Paul Hsu Executive Producer: Wang Zhonglei Executive Producer: Stuart Ford Prosthetics: Gary Archer Foley: Marko Costanzo Makeup Department Head: Nikoletta Skarlatos Executive Producer: Wang Zhongjun Co-Producer: David Pomier First Assistant Director: Eric Heffron Assistant Costume Designer: Meagan McLaughlin Foley: Eric Milano Second Unit Director: Garrett Warren Visual Effects Editor: Gershon Hinkson Executive Producer: Michael Bassick Makeup Artist: Kris Evans Executive Producer: Bruce Nachbar “B” Camera Operator: Jerry M. Jacob Executive Producer: Matt Jackson Additional Camera: Michael Watson Executive Producer: Christopher Woodrow Hairstylist: Felicity Bowring Casting: Meagan Lewis Music Editor: John Finklea Executive Producer: Jerry Ye Set Designer: Randall D. Wilkins Still Photographer: Murray Close Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Mike Prestwood Smith First Assistant “A” Camera: Chad Rivetti Special Effects Coordinator: David K. Nami Hair Department Head: Jules Holdren Key Hair Stylist: Melizah Anguiano Wheat Set Costumer: Adriane Bennett Costume Supervisor: Carlane Passman Prosthetic Makeup Artist: Matthew O’Toole Visual Effects Producer: Lisa Beroud Key Hair Stylist: Theraesa Rivers Executive Producer: Russell Levine Additional Camera: Greg Morris Set Costumer: Tom Cummins Art Department Coordinator: Wylie Griffin Supervising Dialogue Editor: Branka Mrkic Visual Effects Supervisor: Kelly Port Second Assistant “C” Camera: Griffin McCann Set Costumer: Lisa Magee Wigmaker: Khanh Trance Art Direction: Chris Craine Gaffer: Bob Bates Original Music Composer: Nicholas Britell First Assistant “C” Camera: Wade Whitley Co-Producer: Diana Alvarez Second Second Assistant Director: Marvin Williams “A” Came...

[inevitablemoment]

Frightober Day 12 - Single Parents

Word Count: 739

Warnings: Ear infection, doctor's office, hospital, past spousal death, past parental death

Fandom: The Frighteners

Pairings: Frank Bannister x Lucy Lynskey

This features Courtney Bannister, who first appears in my Teacher AU, but this is set in the 'verse that I originally created her for. I plan on posting it sometime next year, but enjoy this little sneak peek.

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Frank was sitting up on the exam table with Courtney in his lap as he read aloud from the abridged version of Little Women that she had checked out from the library at school yesterday. It wasn't unlike most kids to be nervous before a visit with the doctor, so she had been feeling extra clingy since he picked her up yesterday. She had joined him in his bed last night, as she usually did when she was sick or had a bad dream, and he had taken the day off from work to stay with her.

He stopped reading when he heard the door opening, and a woman in a lab coat walked in.

She was... pretty, he found himself thinking. Her raven hair was set in natural ringlet curls, with eyes that reminded him of spring and porcelain skin that looked soft to the touch.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Alcott," she greeted. "I'm filling in for Dr. Jensen today-- his wife is having a baby."

Frank nodded; with Fairwater being a small town, he had heard through the grapevine that Dr. Jensen and his wife were expecting. Courtney almost tensed up at this stranger's presence, but allowed herself to relax.

Frank held out his hand. "I'm Frank Bannister-- this is Courtney."

"Hi, Courtney," Dr. Alcott greeted.

Courtney looked up from where she had been staring at her book. "Hi."

"How old are you, Courtney?" Dr. Alcott asked.

"Six and a half," Courtney answered.

"Oh, when's your birthday?" Dr. Alcott inquired with a smile.

"January twenty-fifth," she chirped.

"Wow-- that's soon!" Dr. Alcott exclaimed. "Now, what seems to be the problem, Courtney?"

"My ear hurts," Courtney said, holding a hand to her left ear.

"When did your ear start hurting?" Dr. Alcott asked.

"At school, yesterday," Courtney said. "We went upstairs to the library before pick-up so Mrs. Vale could read us a story. I thought there was something in my ear, so I asked if I could get a tissue. But I couldn't get it out, and it started hurting. I told my teacher when she came back to take us home, and she felt my forehead. She walked with me to the nurse's office, and she called Daddy to pick me up early. And this morning, I felt like my ear exploded."

"There's still some fluid build-up, but there wasn't any blood, and she can still hear fine out of her left ear," Frank explained. "But her fever this morning was the same as it was when the school nurse took it."

"Well, lucky for you, I'm here to help fix that," Dr. Alcott said. "Now, first, I just wanna listen to your heart..."

She took her stethoscope from around her neck, putting the plugs in her ears and placing the bell against Courtney's chest. Frank looked at the doctor's hands.

No wedding ring.

Wait... why did he notice that?

"Does she usually get ear infections?" Dr. Alcott asked.

"No," Frank answered. "The last one she had was when she was eight months old."

Dr. Alcott continued to examine Courtney.

"And from what I read in her file... I understand that her mother is deceased?"

Frank's chest spasmed and his throat began to close up. "Yes. When she was eighteen months old."

"I'm... I'm sorry... even though I know that you've probably heard that a million times," Dr. Alcott said, her face solemn as if she had known Debra. "I lost my father when I was twelve, so... I understand that sometimes, it feels like it'll never get easier."

"Some days are better than others," Frank confessed.

"Same with me."

"You look like Snow White," Courtney suddenly spoke up.

"Oh, you really think so?" Dr. Alcott asked. "Well, I do love Snow White, but you know who my favorite princess is? Belle."

"I love Belle!" Courtney exclaimed. "She likes to read, like me. But I also love Ariel 'cause she has red hair like me and my mommy did."

Dr. Alcott gave a sad, empathetic smile directed at both Courtney and Frank. "Well, I bet your mommy was as beautiful as you are."

To Frank's relief, the exam continued without any further mention of Debra.

"I've called in the prescription for her-- you can pick it up at CVS," she told them.

"Thank you, Doctor..." he looked at the name embroidered on her lab coat. "Lucy Alcott."

"Anything for a patient, Frank Bannister," she smiled at him.

[deanwasalwaysbi]

Idk who needs to hear this, but the point is not that Dean likes Debra Winger, the point isn't even that Dean likes Cowboys, or wants to be kissed.

The point is that the Dean we see 95% of the time is not the real Dean, it's a projection of how he thinks he needs to act. That if you get Dean down to his most essential self, without the memories that tell him he has to repress his true nature, that he has to perform a certain view of masculinity, he would behave the way we see him in regarding Dean.

And they chose. In that episode. In a moment specifically representing Dean experiencing true freedom just once.

To female code the character & imply he wants to be kissed by a cowboy.

They were insane for this.

[waketothefirearchived]

@thedipshits asked: -glasses on head- ❝Where did I put my glasses?❞ for deb from jens c:

xx // accepting

Deb took a long sip of her beer before answering him. “Maybe they’re at home. Did you have them when you left?”

[lacangri21]

The Feminist Library

-7000 Years of Patriarchy by Petra Ioana

-A Deafening Silence by Patrizia Romito

-Against Our Will by Susan Brownmiller

-Against Pornography by Diana E.H. Russell

-Against Sadomasochism by Robin Linden

-Ain’t I a Woman by Bell Hooks

-All Women Are Healers by Diane Stein

-Anti-Porn by Julia Long

-Anticlimax by Sheila Jeffreys

-Are Women Human by Catharine MacKinnon

-Backlash by Susan Faludi

-Bad Feminist by Roxane Gay

-Beauty and Misogyny by Sheila Jeffreys

-Beauty Sick by Renee Engeln

-Beauty Under the Knife by Holly Brubach

-Being and Being Bought by Kasja Ekis Ekman

-Beyond God the Father by Mary Daly

-Big Porn Inc by Melinda Tankard Reist and Abigail Bray

-Blood, Bread, and Roses by Judy Graham

-The Book of Women’s Mysteries by Z Budapest

-Borderlands by Gloria Anzaldua

-Burn it Down by Lilly Dancyger

-Butterfly Politics by Catharine MacKinnon

-Caliban and the Witch by Silvia Federici

-Choosing to Conform by Avelie Stuart

-The Church and the Second Sex by Mary Daly

-Cinderella Ate My Daughter by Peggy Orenstein

-Close to Home by Christine Delphy

-Compulsory Heterosexuality and Lesbian Existence by Adrienne Rich

-Conquest by Andrea Lee Smith

-Damned Whores and God’s Police by Anne Summers

-Daring to Be Bad by Alice Echols

-Dead Blondes and Bad Mothers by Sady Doyle

-Defending Battered Women on Trial by Elizabeth A. Sheehy

-Deliver Us from Love by Brogger

-Delusions of Gender by Cordelia Fine

-Detransition by Max Robinson

-The Disappearing L by Bonnie J. Morris

-Does God Hate Women by Ophelia Benson

-Doing Harm by Maya Dusenbery

-The End of Gender by Debra W. Soh

-The End of Patriarchy by Robert Jensen?

-Female Chauvinist Pigs by Ariel Levy

-Female Erasure by Ruth Barrett

-Female Sexual Slavery by Kathleen Barry

-Femicide by Jill Radford and Diane EH Russell

-Femininity by Susan Brownmiller

-Femininity and Domination by Sandra Lee Bartky

-Feminism Unmodified by Catharine MacKinnon

-Feminist Theory by Bell Hooks

-Firebrand Feminism by Breanne Fahs

-Flesh Wounds by Blum

-Flow by Elissa Stein and Susan Kim

-For Her Own Good by Barbara Ehrenreich

-For Lesbians Only by Sarah Lucia Hoagland

-Freedom Fallacy by Miranda Kiraly

-Gender Hurts by Sheila Jeffreys

-Getting Off by Robert Jensen?

-Global Woman by Barbara Ehrenreich

-Going Out of Our Minds by Sonia Johnson

-Going Too Far by Robin Morgan

-The Great Cosmic Mother by Monica Sjoo and Barbara Mor

-Gyn/Ecology by Mary Daly

-Gynocide by Mariarosa Dalta Costa

-Handbook of Feminist Therapy by Lynne Bravo Rosewater and Leonore E.A. Walker

-Heartbreak by Andrea Dworkin

-Her Body and Other Parties by Carmen Maria Machado

-The Hidden Malpractice by Gena Corea

-How to Suppress Women’s Writing by Joanna Russ

-I Am Your Sister by Audre Lorde

-I Hate Men by Pauline Harmange

-Ice and Fire by Andrea Dworkin

-In Defense of Separatism by Susan Hawthorne

-In Harm’s Way by Catharine MacKinnon

-In Search of Our Mothers’ Gardens by Alice Walker

-The Industrial Vagina by Sheila Jeffreys

-Inferior by Angela Saini

-Intercourse by Andrea Dworkin

-Invisible No More by Andrea J. Ritchie

-Invisible Women by Caroline Criado Perez

-Jewish Radical Feminism by Joyce Antler

-Kill All Normies by Angela Nagle

-The Laugh of Medusa by Helene Cixous

-Laughing with Medusa by Vanda Zajko and Miriam Leonard

-The Lesbian Heresy by Sheila Jeffreys

-Lesbian Nation by Jill Johnston

-Letters from a War Zone by Andrea Dworkin

-Love and Politics by Carol Anne Douglas

-Loving to Survive by Dee Graham

-Making Violence Sexy by Diana E.H. Russell

-Man Made Language by Dale Spender

-Man’s Dominion by Sheila Jeffreys

-Medical Bondage by Deirdre Cooper Owens

-Men Explain Things to Me by Rebecca Solnit

-Men Who Buy Sex by Melissa Farley

-Men Who Hate Women by Laura Bates

-Men Who Hate Women and the Women Who Love Them by Susan Forward

-Milk and Honey by Rupi Kaur

-Misogyny by Jack Holland?

-The New Handbook for a Post-Roe America by Robin Marty

-Nobody’s Victim by Carrie Goldberg

-Not a Job, Not a Choice by Janice Raymond

-Not for Sale by Rebecca Whisnant

-Nothing Matters by Somer Brodribb

-Objectification Theory by Barbara I. Fredrickson

-Of Woman Born by Adrienne Rich

-Only Words by Catharine MacKinnon

-Our Blood by Andrea Dworkin

-Our Bodies, Ourselves by Boston Women’s Health Book Collective

-Overcoming Violence Against Women and Girls by Michael L. Penn and Rahel Nardos?

-Paid For by Rachel Moran

-The Pimping of Prostitution by Julie Bindel

-Pimp State by Kat Banyard

-Policing the Womb by Michelle Goodwin

-Pornified by Pamela Paul

-Pornland by Gail Dines

-Pornography by Gail Dines

-Pornography: Men Possessing Women by Andrea Dworkin

-Pornography and Civil Rights by Andrea Dworkin and Catharine MacKinnon

-Pornography and Violence by Susan Griffith

-Pornography Values by Robert Jensen?

-Pure Lust by Mary Daly

-The Purify Myth by Jessica Valenti

-Quiverfull by Kathryn Joyce

-Radical Feminism Today by Denise Thompson

-Radical Feminist Therapy by Bonnie Burstow

-Radical Reckonings by Renate Klein

-Radically Speaking by Diane Bell...

-Rape by Susan Griffiths

-Rape in Marriage by Diana E.H. Russell

-Rape of the Wild by Ann Jones

-Refusing to Be a Man by John Stoltenberg?

-Right-Wing Woman by Andrea Dworkin

-A Room of One’s Own by Virginia Woolf

-Runaway Wives and Rogue Feminists by Margo Goodhand

-SCUM Manifesto by Valerie Solanas

-Selling Feminism by Amanda M. Gengler

-Sex Matters by Alyson J. McGregor

-Sexual Harassment of Working Women by Catharine MacKinnon

-Sexual Politics by Kate Millett

-Sexy but Psycho by Jessica Taylor

-She Dreams When She Bleeds by Nikki Taraji

-Sister Outrider by Audre Lorde

-Sisterhood is Forever by Robin Morgan

-Sisterhood is Global by Robin Morgan

-Sisterhood is Powerful by Robin Morgan

-Slavery Inc by Lydia Cacho

-Spinning and Weaving by Elizabeth Miller

-Surrogacy by Renate Klein

-Sweetening the Pill by Holly Grigg-Spall

-Taking Back the Night by Laura Lederer

-Talking Back by Bell Hooks

-Testosterone Rex by Cordelia Fine

-The Beauty Myth by Naomi Wolf

-The Creation of Patriarchy by Gerda Lerner

-The Dialectic of Sex by Shulamith Firestone

-The Feminine Mystique by Betty Friedan

-The First Sex by Elizabeth Gould

-The Legacy of Mothers: Matriarchies and the Gift Economy as Post-Capitalist Alternatives by Erella Shadmi

-The Lolita Effect by Gigi Durham

-The Man-Made World by Charlotte Perkins Gilman

The Porn Trap by Wendy Maltz

-The Prostitution of Sexuality by Kathleen Barry

-The Second Sex by Simone de Beauvoir

-The Sexual Liberals and the Attack on Feminism by Janice Raymond...

-The Spinster and Her Enemies by Sheila Jeffreys

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Wildwood Prequel: the Meeting

Summary: In the summer of 1995, you went to Texas and in a chance encounter, you met the boy who would become your lifelong friend and penpal.

Pairing: Female reader x Jensen Ackles

Word count: 6k

Warnings: none other than crippling embarrassment

A/N: please remember this is only fiction and not intended to be disrespectful to any real life people.

Banner credit: @coffee-obsessed-writer

Editor credit: @coffee-obsessed-writer

In the summer of 1995 you were 16 and going on a work vacation with your parents. It wasn’t your ideal choice, but you had two options. One was to stay with your grandmother who had never shown any interest in you because you were not your older brother. Also, the idea of having to sleep on your passed away grandfather’s old bed was absolutely not an option. The other option you had was squeezing into the extended cab truck “backseat” while your dad delivered a piece of bakery equipment to a grocery store in Dallas, Texas. It would take at least a full day to drive from your hometown to Texas, crammed in the extended cab, but you went anyway knowing that if you didn’t, you wouldn’t get a vacation that summer.

It ended up taking a day and a half to get there because your dad didn’t want to take the equipment on the interstate. By the time you reached Dallas it was so incredibly hot. It was hot in your hometown, but not like it was in Dallas. You felt bad for your dad being outside in the heat to help the store workers unload the machine. Sweat flowed freely… When the work was complete, you got lunch before heading out to find South Fork Ranch. The show Dallas had ended, but your mother loved the show and wanted to see the house that was used for the exterior shot of the ranch.

Your parents decided to stay in Texas a little while and had booked a suite at one of the fancier hotels nearby.

“Please tell me it has a pool,” you said.

“Of course it has a pool,” your mom answered.

“Heard that one before Debra,” you chided. 

“You won’t let that go, will you?”

“No ma’am!”

She already gave you the okay to look around and go swim before you left the room. You’d gotten explicit instructions not to leave the hotel, not that you would have any idea of where to go in a city you’d never been in. When you were changed, you wrapped your towel around your waist and loaded your fanny pack with sunscreen (Mom made you take it), walkman, sunglasses, $5, and of course, the room key.

You’d spotted the pool on the way in and were fumbling with the fanny pack for your sunglasses when it happened. You hadn’t even seen him before you walked right into a wall with legs. Your momentum sent you tumbling to the floor and your fanny pack contents, too.

“Jesus Christ,” you muttered to yourself. You fell on your bad knee and yanked your towel loose. Even though you had on your swimsuit, you felt horribly exposed. Snatching your towel first, you flung it over your shoulders while crouched on all fours. Meanwhile a tall, pretty-boy stood staring at you in a daze. When you glared at him, it seemed to snap him back from wherever his mind had gone.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asked, helping you stand, “Sorry, I didn’t see you.”

He went to grab your things that had gone flying across the floor. He hurried back to hand them to you.

“Fanny pack, huh?” he said with a grin.

“I’m not the purse type,” you didn’t even like the word purse. You were looking over your walkman to make sure it wasn’t broken. You saw something on the floor he’d missed and were going to grab it, but that was when you discovered your flip-flop was trashed.

“Shit.” You stumbled again and the guy grabbed your arm to steady you. When he saw what you were looking at, he stepped away to get it for you.

“You here on vacation?” he asked shyly.

You were pretty sure that was obvious but you’d noticed Texans couldn’t help but small talk.

“Yeah, I’m here with my parents. They’re finally letting me do stuff by myself,” you said. “Are you here with someone?”

“Ah yeah. My parents, too. I was supposed to be somewhere else but I missed the bus and they made me come with them.” He looked down at your broken flip-flop. “Are you going to be here a while? Maybe I can take you to get new ones, or we can go do something? My brother and sister are with my grandparents and I don’t want to be stuck with my parents all week…” he trailed off, realizing he was babbling.

“Are you from here? Do you drive?” you were curious. Hanging out with someone while on vacation would be more fun than being by yourself or doing tons of stuff with your parents.

“I’m from Texas, but I don’t live in the city. I’m about an hour away. I do drive. Might be able to take you somewhere for new flip-flops…”

“Um… I don’t know about that. I can’t leave the hotel but… we can definitely hang out. I’m heading to the pool now if you want to come.”

You were feeling nervous even talking to a boy, but you could tell he was a little nervous too, and that helped. It was weird for you to even be so bold. Normally new people were hard for you to get to know and open up to, but you figured, what the hell. You would go home in a few days and you might not ever see the pretty-boy again. It was a very freeing situation.

“Yeah, I just gotta go change. Don’t leave, okay?” he said with a smile.

You were going to the pool whether he came back or not.

“Hey, what’s your name?” he had already turned to leave but came back.

“(Y/N),” you answered. “What’s yours?”

“Jensen,” he said quickly and turned to leave.

“Jensen?”

“Yep. Back in a bit.” He left your view.

After swimming for a while, you got out of the water and bought yourself a soda and candy before going back to your lounge chair. In the Texas heat, you were already almost dry except for your hair. You put on some sunscreen and positioned your chair to be in the shade. The year before, you’d gone to Disneyworld for a band trip and had gone to Coco Beach and got a bad sunburn. That experience was still fresh in your mind and you didn’t want to repeat it. When you were doing your best to get your back you heard someone talking.

“Need help with that?” the voice said.

You almost didn’t turn because you expected to find some creep staring at you. Thankfully it was Jensen and… he looked really cute in his swim shorts and T-Shirt. Throwing away all inhibition, you said, “Do you mind?” and held out the sunscreen to him.

He put his things down on the lounge chair next to hers and took the bottle. Yes, he’d asked, but he’d thought she wouldn’t say yes to his offer. Having to put his money where his mouth is, he put lotion in his hand and began to apply it to her smooth skin.

“Make sure you get the middle, I couldn’t reach,” you told him.

He made a sound and you felt his hand spread the lotion where you told him. “What about you? You need help or are you going to wear the shirt?” You turned to look at him. He already looked like the heat was getting to him. “Some people swim in shirts…”

“Us Texas boys can take it,” he said. He was staring and forced himself to look away.

“You sure? It’s no big deal. Wouldn’t be good to get a sunburn, pretty boy,” you teased and took the lotion from him and applied a thin layer to your face.

“Nope. You ready?” he asked, pulling off his shirt and standing.

“Yeah,” you stood up. “What do you—”

Jensen grabbed you to him and jumped in the water with you, sunglasses and all. You weren’t even mad and your sunglasses stayed on.

“Refreshing!” he said with a grin after you both popped up out of the water.

You couldn’t help but laugh. You might have done the same thing to him, eventually.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” you could barely believe your own ears. If you weren’t in Texas, and your own home so far away, there was no chance you would never have been so free. “So how old are you?” you asked with only your head out of the water.

“17 on March 1st,” he answered. “How old are you?”

“16 last month. Junior or Senior?”

“Senior.”

“Junior. College?”

He shook his head. “Probably not.”

“How come?”

Jensen shrugged. “It’s not for me. I could go. My parents want me to, but…”

“My parents want me to, also. I want to have a good job and make money, but college sounds scary to me. But my brother flaked out and if I go, I would be the first in my family.”

“What would you study?” he asked. You only shrugged. “I want to act.”

“Seriously?” He nodded. “What are you going for? TV? Movies?”

“If I graduate, my parents and I talked about it, I’ll give it a solid year of trying to get anything. Movies would be cool, but TV is steady and you can still do movies.”

“Huh. Cool. I hope it works out for you,” you told him.

He shrugged, “We’ll see. I hope I’m good enough.”

“You’ll get your foot in the door, if not for talent, you sure are pretty enough,” you laughed, but were serious, too.

“Stop it…”

“No. You are. Every pretty teen girl’s dream,” you laughed, still teasing. 

“Does that mean I’m your type?” Jensen asked.

You laughed. “God no. You’re too pretty and way out of my league. Guys like you are only ever friends with someone like me.” The idea of someone like Jensen being interested in you was utterly ridiculous.

“You might be surprised. Just, don’t shoot him down too hard, be open to it when he asks,” he said.

“Yeah, right. I’ll be single forever,” you lamented. “Do you know how many times I’ve been mistaken for a boy?!”

“It doesn’t matter, you’ll be someone’s Nova,” he smiled.

*GASP* “Jensen! You’re a nerd!”

“Shhhh, don’t tell anyone. You’ll blow my pretty-boy image.”

A volleyball landed with a splash nearby as if to save you both from more awkward conversation. Jensen grabbed the ball and looked towards where the net was set up and picked out the guy waving at him to throw it back. Jensen drew back his arm and you watched as the ball sailed across the pool and landed with a splash next to the man.

“Hey, y’all wanna play with us?” the man called. “We need two more.”

Jensen looked at you, now standing, asking with his eyes.

“Sure, what the hell,” you answered. “Been a while since I played last.”

He watched as she made her way over to the other players and wondered how anyone would ever mistake her for a boy.

You had no idea how much time had passed. You and Jensen played several games of volleyball with the other group and you noticed he was really good. You worked well together and could anticipate each other’s moves. Playing on land was hard enough, but was much harder in water. Jensen noticed you were getting tired and pulled you both out of the game and suggested you go back to the lounge chairs.

“Oh my God,” you took a few drinks of your now hot soda. “I haven’t done that in a long time.”

“You were pretty good,” he noted.

“I played in middle school, but not in water,” you were winded. “Do you play sports or are you just good at everything?”

Jensen just shrugged. He was looking in your fanny-pack and pulled out your walkman.

“Nice,” he said, “got a cassette in here?”

You nodded. “Led Zeppelin.”

“Good choice,” he approved. “Favorite song?”

“Kashmir,” you answered. Jensen nodded. “What’s yours?”

“I don’t know. I’ll have to find out. Haven’t really given them a good listen…”

You smirked. “Country?”

“Yeah,” he drew out the word. “Kinda obvious, huh?”

“I can talk country, a little. Not my preference. My mom likes it, so by default, I know stuff.”

“I like a lot of different stuff, just haven’t sat down and really listened. Who’s your country groups?”

“The Judds, Reba, Garth, George.”

“Jones or Strait?”

“Strait.”

He made a fist pump.

“Anyone else?”

“Alan Jackson and Sawyer Brown.”

“Okay. You’re cool. I thought we’d have to boot you out of Texas if you didn’t like a little country.”

You pulled out the headphones and detached the broken one and handed it to him. “We can listen together.”

The two of you sat close together, listening to your tape and talking quietly through one side and most of the other side before a shadow fell over you. Someone had stopped and stood over you both. You flicked your eyes to the side and you would have known those Reeboks anywhere. Jensen had already put down your broken earphone and was tapping your knee.

You took a deep breath and hung your head with a sigh.

“I gotta go. That’s my dad,” you were gathering your things.

“(Y/N),” your dad’s voice, coming very abruptly, forced you to give him your attention. “You were supposed to be back by six.”

You had stuffed your things quickly into your fanny pack and faced your dad. “You guys didn’t tell me that and there’s no clocks out here to check the time. I’m ready.”

Jensen had popped up quickly to defend you. “I’m sorry, sir, it’s my fault. She was just keeping me company.”

Your dad trained his piercing blue eyes to Jensen, pointing a finger at him. “You’d better stay out of this, kid.”

“Dad, stop! We were just hanging out together,” you pleaded.

“Get moving, you need to get showered so we can go eat.” You could clearly hear his irritation but you weren’t 100% sure you were the problem.

You and your dad were a few steps away when you remembered you had a pen in your fanny pack.

“I just need one second,” you darted away from your dad before he could stop you and back to a bewildered Jensen. “I’m sorry about him,” you grabbed his arm and scribbled your name, room number and a star on his hand. “It was fun today, maybe we can hang out tomorrow.” You wrote as you talked. “If I live that long. See ya.”

He watched her dash back to her scary as shit dad. He could tell that they were talking and he wondered if it was about him. When they disappeared from view, he looked down at his hand. ‘734 Nova *’ and smiled.

“There you are! Where have you been?” his mom asked when he got back to the room.

“The pool,” he answered and checked his face in the mirror. Pink, but not too bad, he thought.

“All day?”

“I met a girl,” he said.

“Of course you did,” his dad said, “they just find you.”

“Yeah, kinda. She ran into me, broke her sandal and her things went everywhere. We kinda hit it off.”

“What’s this?” his mom took his hand.

“Her room number,” he could feel the heat rising in his face and it wasn’t from the sunburn.

“Jensen! Did you even meet her parents?” his mom asked.

“Met her very intimidating dad.”

“Oh man…”

“I owe her some new flip flops at least. You guys going out?” Jensen asked.

“Yeah, to the place we like in the city. You can order room service but don’t go crazy.”

“I know the drill.”

You stood in the waiting area with your parents while they sat until your table was ready. Normally, you weren’t a dress up fancy kind of gal, but you didn’t care that night. You’d made a new friend and you really liked him. You were reliving every moment, gently swinging your hips to sway the skirt you only ever wore for special occasions. You were looking at the decorations on the wall when an attractive couple, about the same age as your parents, walked in and the man went to the hostess stand.

“Name please,” the hostess asked.

“Ackles for 7:30,” he responded.

“Ah yes, welcome Mr. Ackles. It will be ready soon. I’m sorry for the delay.”

“It’s okay, we’re a little early.”

A seed of panic sprang up. They couldn’t be Jensen’s parents, right? You looked at the woman and you knew she had to be Donna, his mom. But where was Jensen? Once again, you stepped out of our protective bubble of silence.

“Excuse me,” you ventured. “This is going to sound so strange, are you Jensen’s mom and dad?”

It was almost comical the way they looked at you and you couldn’t help but wonder if it was your clothes or hair that were making them look at you like that.

“Yes, we are.” They still seemed bewildered. Donna spoke up. “Oh my gosh, you must be (Y/N)?”

“Yes,” you answered. “I know I’m not what anyone expected this weekend.” You caught a glimpse of your parents staring at you in shock. “I just wanted to say hi and let you know Jensen saved me from a boring day alone.”

“Mind if we say hello to your parents, kiddo?” the man you knew must be Alan asked.

Oh my god no! What have I done!? Your brain screamed. Before you even realized what was happening, you found yourself introducing your parents to your new friend’s parents. The next thing you knew, you were all sitting at the same table and having the most awkward meal in the existence of humankind. It was awkward for you, anyway. The adults all seemed to be getting along fairly well like you and Jensen had. Then your dad… my lord… your dad…

“Jensen is the name of a repair shop where we’re from,” came spilling from your father’s mouth.

If there were one trait you inherited from him, it was the utter oblivion you experienced when saying anything so awkward or embarrassing. But a trait you got from your mother was to always immediately recognize when it happened. Your father was not so blessed. You and your mom were embarrassed enough for him.

“Honestly, we thought we were having a girl and didn’t have a boy name picked. So we made Jennifer to Jensen,” Donna explained with a giggle. She patted your knee under the table and gave you a quick smile.

The food was long gone and you were on your third soda and yawning at the table before the adults decided to call it a night.

“If you and Alan ever get up our way, you should visit,” your mom said to Donna.

“We’ll have to exchange info before you head back,” Donna responded. “I’m sure the kids will do it for us.” Donna turned her attention to you. “Do you and Jensen have plans tomorrow?”

Your eyes flashed to your dad then back to Donna. “Um… well, not exactly. I had to leave before we could talk about it. Is there anything at the hotel we could do?”

“You know, I don’t know, but I’m sure you two will find something. I‘ll have him call you,” she said.

The next morning, you found yourself outside the arcade with a sunburnt Jensen. He called your room that morning and asked you to meet up by the arcade. As soon as you saw him, you laughed.

“C’mon,” you pulled his arm, “I saw a little store by the pool. I’m sure they have something for that burn.”

You walked away from the tiny store with new sandals and a little bottle of aloe. You made him stop walking and took out the aloe holding it out to him.

“Here, put some on your face,” you told him. “Just humor me, Jay.” You tried out the nickname.

It was painful to look at him trying to get the “hot spots”. You could only imagine how it felt for him.

“Alright, stop,” you said. “Put a little in my hand.”

Grudgingly, he did as you asked. He was compliant as you gently put aloe on the bridge of his nose, forehead, cheeks and tops of his ears. You were focused on applying the aloe when you made eye contact. His green eyes held yours for a moment before you had to break away. The flood of emotions that filled you were exhilarating and scary, and overwhelming. The confusing rush was handily tucked away to be dealt with, maybe never. You might never see him again and didn’t want to develop a crush.

“You okay?” he asked.

You started walking towards the arcade again.

“We’re going home tomorrow,” you said.

“Already?”

You nodded. It was going way too fast. “I guess it’s true that time flies when you’re having fun.” You let a few moments pass and went back and forth on whether or not to even ask. Jensen grabbed a token cup and was feeding bills into the token machine. “You wanna be pen pals?”

Jensen laughed. “Pen pals? Really?”

“Yeah, I know it’s stupid. Forget I said it.” You took a few steps into the arcade.

“No wait, hold on,” he said, catching up to you. “I was just surprised. I was thinking of how we could stay in touch, but calling would cost a lot…”

“So? Yes?” you asked.

“Yeah. Let’s do it. Maybe we can meet up again sometime,” he said casually. “Got a pen and paper in that fanny pack?”

It was a relief to hear him say it. Maybe it was just your own nerdy self showing, but the idea of having a friend who lived far away and writing to them was exciting. And it was always a plus to get mail. You pulled out your little notepad and pen, quickly writing out your full name and address, then Jensen did his, and tore out the slip with your info and put it in his shorts pocket.

“Let’s go play some games,” he smiled, taking your hand and walking with you into the arcade.

You told yourself it was no big deal that he was holding your hand and everything was perfectly normal. You made yourself believe that friends do that and shoved down any thought that wanted you to believe otherwise. He wasn’t even your type. He was the popular kid, too good looking, too good at everything…

Jensen put the token bucket down on the divider between two skeeball machines.

“Good with this?” he asked. You nodded, still shoving down the definitely friendly hand holding feelings. “Ever play?”

“Yeah, once or twice,” you said, fully knowing you played it every time you found it at an arcade. “Are we going to put a bet on this?”

“I like how you think. Best two of three? I win, you throw away the fanny pack,” he said.

“How dare you,” you feigned outrage. “Well, if I win, you have to take pictures with me in the photo booth.”

Jensen held out his hand, “Deal.”

You took his hand and shook it.

“I’m gonna smoke you,” he said.

“Okay,” you said sarcastically. “Don’t let me win.”

“I don’t plan on it,” he grabbed two tokens and put them in the machine change slot. “That fanny pack has to go.”

“Oh, so it's on, huh?”

Jensen pushed the slide in, releasing the skeeballs. 

“Like Donkey Kong.”

You stood quietly reading the instructions on the photo booth while Jensen leaned against the booth wall with his arms crossed over his chest.

“You hustled me,” he grumbled.

You shrugged with a small smile. “Maybe a little,” you admitted. “Are you more mad that you have to do the photo booth with me, or that I don’t have to get rid of my fanny pack?”

“Oh, bit of both, I think. That fanny pack is ridiculous.”

“My fanny pack is awesome. You’re just jealous you don’t have one.”

“No, that’s not it,” he said. The truth was he didn’t hate it. He actually kind of liked the way it bounced off her butt when she walked. The last thing he needed, or wanted, was to fall for someone he might never see again… but he wanted to see her again… he hoped he would. “Let’s get this over with.” I don’t want it to end, he thought.

The booth was smaller than either of them thought. He got in first and there was no space on the seat for (Y/N) too.

“Uh-oh,” she said.

“What?” he asked. “C’mon,” he patted his thighs, “Let’s do this.”

“I’ll crush you.”

“Then I’ll die happy, get in here before I change my mind.”

She stood between his knees then gently sat on his leg, her arms around his shoulders. His arms wrapped around her to help hold her steady. 

“What now?” he was almost whispering.

“Oh,” she shifted her body into his to get the cash out of her back pocket. He had to think about anything else or he might have to explain himself to her. Anything else… Finally she got it and put the money in. “You ready?”

Snapping out of the heady aura of her just in time for the first flash of the camera. He could barely focus on what was happening. Thankfully he knew how to make his expressions change quickly to match hers. Before the last picture snapped, he caught her eyes and he knew he would never forget that look. She was happy and it was because of him. When she cupped his jaw, he thought she might kiss him, but only their foreheads touched for the last picture. She breathed out a heavy sigh through her nose before leaving him sitting there by himself for a moment, for which he was grateful.

When Jensen stepped out of the booth, the pictures finally dropped and you pulled them out to check them over. You only got a glimpse of them before he snatched them out of your fingers, tore the photo strip in half and handed the top half back to you.

“Hey, don’t I get to look, too?” you asked, trying to get the other half of the pictures back from Jensen.

“Ah, no, these are mine. I didn’t look at the other ones,” he said. “You want to go grab some food?”

You gave him a look. “Okay, weirdo. Yeah, I could eat.”

Forgetting about the pictures, he took your hand and walked with you to the small restaurant inside the hotel. Your parents still had you under strict rules not to leave the hotel grounds, even though they had become friends with Jensen’s parents. You had a nice lunch of club sandwiches, chips and sodas. He told you he found out that there was a mini-golf course somewhere on the property and he wanted to try it out.

“I love mini-golf,” you said.

He stopped walking to look at you. “Like, how much?”

“You wanna put a bet on it?” you teased.

He gave you a side-long glance, briefly considering the skeeball outcome. “No bet.”

You only laughed, you already felt like you won just spending time with him. Despite trying your hardest on the mini-golf course, you lost miserably and Jensen wasn’t even trying to be a good winner.

“Man, I should have put a bet on this,” he said when he calmed down a little.

“Yeah, you should have,” you agreed. “I said I loved mini-golf, not that I was good at it. You could have forced me to throw away my super sweet fanny pack.” You turned so he could see it resting on its namesake.

He tipped his head to the side to look at the “fanny” pack. It had very few redeeming qualities. However, it was only plain white and sat so perfectly in place.

“It’s not that bad,” he quickly said when he realized he was staring. 

“So, you just don’t like it because it sits on my butt?” you wiggled your hips making it shake. “Can’t get a good look?”

Jensen hoped his sunburn hid the blush he was feeling wash over his face. Slowly he started walking and (Y/N) walked with him.

“Do you always blurt out what you’re thinking?”

“Nope. Almost never. You’re just lucky and getting me in full force,” you said, but hoped you hadn’t crossed a line.

“Huh, not sure if lucky is the word.” His tone only half-hearted.

“(Y/N),” your dad barked, making both you and Jensen stop in your tracks. “Time to say goodbye to your friend. We’re going out to dinner.” His steely blue gaze locked on Jensen. If the situation were different, you might have laughed at how wide-eyed Jensen was. Your dad’s otherwise dark features highlighted his bright blue eyes and could be down right scary when he wanted to be. Apparently he wanted to scare the shit out of Jensen. “Your folks are looking for you.”

“Y-yes, sir,” Jensen sputtered.

“Dad, we didn’t do anything wrong,” you said quietly.

Jensen and his parents were in a different part of the hotel. You looked back to see him still standing there and gave him a wave. Turning back to catch up to your dad’s long strides, you swung the fanny pack to the front, just for Jensen.

Back in your room, your parents informed you that they were going out and that you needed to stay in your room and not leave. They hadn’t liked you spending the whole day with Jensen because you hadn’t checked in with them once, even though you’d never left hotel property.

“Seems a little unfair,” you could be a little more open with your mom. 

“Well, be that as it may, you’re staying here. You can order food to the room, but don’t over do it, and please stay here. Don’t let anyone in this room and no phone calls outside the hotel,” your mom gave you your instructions for the night with a knowing look.

You bit back a little smile. “You look nice and I like your perfume.”

“Thank you, honey,” she said. “We’re gonna go now.”

Your dad had stuck his head into your room.

“Did you give her the good word?” he asked.

Mom gave him an exasperated look. “Yes, I did, that’s why I’m in here.”

But he couldn’t just let it lie. “You stay in this room. No boys.”

“Alright, that’s enough. Let’s go,” your mom tried to usher him out.

Finally your dad took the hint and was satisfied that he got his two cents in, too, and they left you to your lonely devices. The clock read 6:30 and you wondered if Jensen was suffering the same fate. The room service menu had decent looking food and you didn’t know what to get. You flipped on the TV for some background noise. It was too quiet and it was kicking your anxiety into action. The channel card was under the remote and saw that HBO was provided by the hotel.

“Nice,” you muttered and punched in the channel number on the remote. When the channel changed, the credits for another movie started playing. “Chicken tenders and fries, please,” you repeated to yourself as you reached for the phone. Somehow, you managed to place your order without sounding too stupid and your food would be on the way shortly. You thought about calling Jensen’s room, when your phone rang, scaring the hell out of you. Immediately, you snatched up the receiver, almost dropping it at the same time.

“Hello?” you answered.

“Hey.”

Your stomach did a little flutter. “Hey.”

“Did you get in trouble?”

“Not exactly. I think my dad didn’t like me spending so much time with you and this is his punishment. I have to stay in my room and you can’t come over.”

“Kind of ironic. I think my mom and dad are going out with yours.”

“Maybe that’s our punishment,” you mused. “Are you stuck, too?”

“Yeah, but we have HBO. Wanna watch a movie?”

“What? Together? And hang out on the phone?”

“Yeah,” he answered simply.

“I’m already on HBO. I ordered food, too.”

“Sounds like we have a plan. What’s on next, did it say?”

“My Cousin Vinny.”

Jensen and you had already seen the movie so you didn’t miss much when you both talked through the whole movie and ate your dinners. Even when the movie was over you were still chatting.

“Jay, you’re gonna write to me, right?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he sounded tired. “Just write back.”

“I will.”

“Promise?”

“Yeah, I promise,” you smiled. You heard your parents come in on their side of the joint hotel door. “I think my parents just got back.”

“I better let you go then. Hey, will I see you tomorrow?”

“I don’t know, but I bet my dad will want to leave early.”

“Like how early?”

“Eight or nine. It’s a long drive back home. I’m… not good at goodbyes. I don’t want to cry in front of you.”

There was a long pause where neither of you spoke. You didn’t want to cry on the phone with him either. Jensen just tried to make sense of it all.

You broke the silence first. “I just want to thank you for being with me this weekend. It almost felt like I had a boyfriend and I had a really nice time hanging out with you. So, thanks and goodnight cuz I don’t want to say goodbye.”

“Goodnight, Nova.”

Even though you had no idea when you would be leaving, and you had told Jensen as much, you still looked around the lobby hoping you might see him just one more time. Your mom finished checking out at the front desk and stopped you from pacing to go outside to wait for the truck.

“You really like him, don’t you?” she said while you both waited for your dad to bring the truck around.

You nodded, but didn’t look at her.

“Maybe you could write to him. Did you get his address?”

You nodded.

“I like Alan and Donna. We talked about visiting again. Maybe they can visit some time and all of the kids can come up,” she posited.

You only nodded. Jensen would be a senior that year and he already said when he was done with school, he was going to California to try and to get into acting. If the Ackles’ family visited next summer, you knew Jensen wouldn’t be there and you wouldn’t ask him to give up his dream. It would be at least two years before you saw him again, if ever, you were sure of that. You would have to be out of high school, at the very least, before you could go anywhere.

Your dad seemed to be in a hurry to go and had thrown your things into the truck even though it was barely eight a.m. You climbed in and pulled the front seat into place, letting your mom know she could get in. You sat sideways on the tiny seat, with your pillow for back cushion, and your legs stretched out to the other side. Finding your fanny pack, you pulled out the little notepad that held Jensen’s address and checked to make sure it was still there. Satisfied it was safe, you put it back in the fanny pack and pulled out the photostrip from the day before.

He wasn’t someone you typically found attractive. Light hair. Very pretty. Very preppy and popular. So good at everything, except skeeball. Too perfect. You would miss him though. His face in one picture was too funny. He was making such a crazy face and you were laughing at him.

For all of the things that weren’t your type, there were other things about him that were very appealing to you. His humor. His kindness. His immediate acceptance of you. He never made you feel like you were less than him in any way. In fact, he made you feel great and like no one existed but you. Jensen could have looked at any of the other girls at the hotel, but he didn’t.

Maybe you wouldn’t see him again, or maybe you would, but you would at least have that weekend with him.

[steadymusiccycle-private]

Debra Jensen

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[youngfcs]

hi!! i saw that you also do older fcs suggestions and since i really love your suggestions, i figured i'll try my luck! (feel free to ignore though, cause i know this is still a blog for young fcs.) do you have any suggestions for an older jensen ackles and phoebe tonkin? preferably in their 60s. tysm!!

Hello! That's no problem! I don't know many older fcs, but I'll try :)

J:

Anthony Head (60-67) [blue eyes]

Bill Nighy (64-72) [dark eyes]

Charles Dance (65-75)

Don Johnson (63-72) [blue eyes]

Stellan Skarsgård (62-70)

P:

Sally Field (65-75)

Debra Winger (58-66) [blue eyes]

Lily Tomlin (70-82) [blue eyes]

Barbara Hershey (60-73)

Catherine Keener (55-62) [blue eyes]

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