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Deltron 3030, Run the Jewels, and Wu-Tang Clan deliver epic performances in Denver

By Daniel Paiz Deltron 3030, Run the Jewels, and Wu-Tang Clan deliver epic performances in Denver at Fiddler’s Green Amphitheatre on Friday night. Deltron 3030 doesn’t really tour, so when it was announced they’d be opening the show for the Clan and RTJ, this became a must-attend concert. Run the Jewels is preparing for their Run The Jewels X tour series, where they perform each of their four…

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Summary: You have a surprise for Jake.

Pairings: Jake x Wife!Reader, Josh x Baby, Sam x Danny | Genre: domestic fluff, slight angst | Word Count: 3.7k | Warnings: pregnancy, morning sickness

A/N: I have to throw in a little angst, you know me. But here you go! Jake and Sparrow are having a baby! ♡

Sitting on the edge of the bathtub, you listened to the steady roll of thunder and patter of rain and tried to will yourself into feeling better. So far, it wasn't working very well; rocky and nauseous, there was little you could do but hold your head in your hands and be as still as possible. One wrong move and you'd be down for the count, just like you had been yesterday morning and the morning before that.

You know what that means, a little voice said in your head. You grimaced.

“It’s just the flu,” you said to yourself. “Some weird flu with no other symptoms that only happens in the morning.”

The power of positive thinking seemed to be a useless venture, but you kept it up anyway. You couldn't be pregnant. No way you were ready for that.

There was a knock on the bathroom door, and as you quickly straightened up and made yourself promise that you weren't going to be sick, no matter what, you were reminded of somebody else who wasn't ready for you to be pregnant either. You and Jake hadn't really talked about it — the occasional tipsy proposition to get started having a bunch of little Kiszkas wasn't exactly a serious discussion. Neither of you had pictured it this way, on the cusp of a tour and new album, and you decided to stick with your useless positive thinking for a little bit longer.

“Come in,” you said. Jake made his way in, drowsy and sleep-soft, dressed only in his black boxers and the necklaces he never took off. He looked at you in the mirror as he started to brush his teeth.

“Feel okay, sparrow?” he said around his toothbrush.

You nodded. “Fine. Just don't want to be up this early.”

He hummed in agreement and spit toothpaste into the sink. “You were the one who booked us a flight at the crack of dawn.”

You couldn't deny that. Though Josh and Baby had given you plenty of notice on the date of their son's third birthday party, and though you knew the date by heart because you’d been there the day little John Denver Kiszka was born, you’d procrastinated booking a flight until the early-morning option was the only one. To be fair, you'd had a lot on your mind.

Jake turned on the shower. “You wanna save water and jump in with me?”

You smiled. “I love it when you talk conservation to me.”

He smirked and pulled the shower curtain aside, ushering you in. You felt yourself relax in the quiet morning ritual of showering together, washing each other’s hair and gently bickering over who was getting the most water.

“Can you believe JD is three already?” you asked. His present from the two of you, a pint-sized pirate sword you'd gotten at the ren faire a few weeks ago, was neatly wrapped and packed in your suitcase. “It doesn't seem like it's been three years.”

“Seems like it was only yesterday,” Jake crooned in a teasing voice. “The first baby of the Kiszka-Wagner clan.” He shook his head. “It could be us, sparrow. Can you imagine us with a three-year-old? Holy cow.”

All the tension you’d thought had left quickly made its way back into your body. A nervous hand fluttered to your tummy, somehow worried that a pregnancy that you weren't even convinced was real would show itself. 

“It wouldn't be so terrible,” you said weakly.

He smiled and kissed your cheek, turning the shower off and grabbing you a towel. “No, it wouldn't be so terrible. But not right now. Soon, but not right now.”

You felt nauseous again as you toweled off and dressed. You didn't talk much as you both readied to leave, putting your suitcases in the back of the car and patting Gibson, your cat, goodbye. A kind, cat-loving coworker of yours was coming by to feed Gibby while you were gone, but Jake gave him snuggles and kisses like it was the last time they were ever going to see each other.

“You be good,” Jake said, stroking Gibby’s head as he purred like a car engine. “Mama and I love you very very much.”

Some weird, clawing thing stuck in your throat at him calling you “mama” even though he'd always referred to you that way to your cat. You kissed Gibby’s head and went out to the car, taking a few deep breaths as you watched the rain slide down the passenger side window.

“Five-thirty?” Jake groaned as he backed the car out of the driveway. “Sparrow, we gotta get some coffee.”

Your mood was pensive and distant through the drive, checking in at the airport, and boarding the plane. Jake got away with just one request for his picture and signature in the terminal; the girl was wearing a Mirador shirt, and Jake grinned at her promise to get his signature tattooed right where he’d signed it on her arm. 

“Never gets old,” he said, slinging his arm over yours as you stood in line to board. “Tell me you like being married to a rockstar.”

You gave him a weak smile. “I like being married to a rockstar.” You did, and you wouldn't trade the constant enjoyment of Jake’s skill and success as a musician. But the rockstar life made some things difficult, and you didn't dare think of what problems would arise if you really were pregnant.

Jake very sweetly gave you the window seat, intending and quickly managing to fall asleep against your shoulder. You looked out at the rainy tarmac and thought of Josh and Baby, two of your dearest friends, people who had not only managed to start a family in the middle of the rockstar life but become very good at it. Their son was the light of their lives, and they'd integrated domestic life into Josh’s whirlwind schedule of recording, touring, and constant limelight with every ounce of joy and patience a couple could ever hope to have. They would help you and Jake, happily, if it turned out that your positive thinking came to naught.

You tried to push the thought out of your head and rest against Jake, readying yourself for a day of summer birthday fun with your family. Your friends and your precious nephew deserved the best version of you, and by the time you pulled up to Josh and Baby’s beautiful old house in Frankenmuth, you were ready to jump right in.

The theme was toddler-friendly life on the high seas, and sweet, colorful, swashbuckling decorations adorned every inch of the house. Coming in, you heard your family in the kitchen and out on the back deck, the sliding door wide open to let dripping, bathing-suited partygoers come back and forth for snacks and popsicles before another splash in the pool.

“Ahoy, mateys!” Jake called, following you as you came into the kitchen. Baby looked up, a bright smile on her pretty face, and abandoned the cubes of watermelon she was spearing with tiny plastic swords.

“You’re here!” she said happily, throwing her arms around you. “Oh, I was worried — Josh said you might have bad weather coming out of Nashville.”

“Just some rain,” you assured her, so relieved to be here with her and the rest of your family. You hugged her back tightly. “How’s the party so far?”

She laughed and gestured to the back yard, accepting an affectionate ruffle of her hair from Jake. “Ready to get started, now that you're here. Have drink, put on your bathing suit, enjoy yourself.”

You went to say hello to your brothers, and JD graciously paused his relentless jumping into Sam’s arms in the pool to hug you and Jake. Dripping wet, his curly hair wreathed with sunshine, he looked up at you and your husband like you’d hung the moon.

“I so happy you're here!” he said gleefully. “Is’ my birthday!”

You smiled and kissed his chubby cheek. “It is! Happy birthday, honey.”

You let him get back to swimming and went to change into your bathing suit. Before long, you were happily drawn into sun-soaked hours of lounging by the pool, talking about everything and nothing with your family. Rosie, who wasn't as spry as she used to be but still patient and amenable to JD’s wet hands mussing her fur, thumped her tail as she lay under the shade of Danny’s chair.

“Sam wants another puppy,” Danny said, taking a long pull from a Corona. “He told his mom we're going to be parents, and she almost lost her shit until she figured out he meant another dog and not a baby.”

Sam planted a kiss on Danny’s forehead. “No babies until we're married, Wagner. I've told you this a hundred times.”

“He’s old fashioned,” Danny agreed, giving you a slightly wistful smile. “But he’s right. We’d have our hands full with a bunch of dogs and a whole entire person.”

“Oh, it’s not so bad,” Josh called from the pool, holding JD as the little boy paddled and splashed and giggled. “You should go for it. All of you. Me and Baby feel kinda left out being the only ones with bedtimes at seven-thirty.”

Jake laughed. “No thanks. I've still got some partying years in me.”

Your throat felt tight. “Maybe partying’s not all it’s cracked up to be.” 

“Speak for yourself,” Sam teased.

Baby seemed to notice something was off with you, and she put her hand over yours. 

“Will you come help me get some stuff from the kitchen?” she asked.

You went with her willingly, needing a break from the sun and the harmless teasing that seemed to twist like a knife in you. You took the Capri-suns and sub sliders from the fridge as she mixed a pitcher of what was appropriately labeled “Jack Sparrow’s missing rum punch”.

“You want some?” she asked.

You bit your lip. “Better not.”

She poured herself a drink and joined you at the counter where you half-heartedly put pirate-sail toothpicks in the sandwiches.

“All the decorations came out really cute,” you said, meaning it despite your quiet tone.

She smiled. “Thanks, sparrow. You know Jake’s had JD into pirates since the day he was born, and now that he's finally old enough to enjoy it, I figured it was time to pull out all the stops.”

She brushed your hair back from your face. “Sparrow... are you pregnant?”

You felt a vivid blush rise to your face. Was it pinned to your dress like a scarlet letter? But meeting her eyes, seeing sympathy and understanding there, you slowly nodded.

“I think so,” you all but whispered. “I — I haven't taken a test. I don't know for sure.”

“But your period’s late?” she asked calmly.

“And I've been having morning sickness,” you managed. “It — I mean, it could be the flu, but —”

She laughed, but it wasn't unkind.

“It’s probably not the flu, honey.” She squeezed your hand. “I have a test in the bathroom if you want to take it.”

You were surprised. “Are you pregnant?”

She shrugged. “Not at the moment. I’m not planning on it, but...” She gave you a wry smile. “Sometimes these things happen, sparrow. It’s not the end of the world. It might actually be the start of something really wonderful for you and Jake.”

You felt the sting of tears. “I haven't said anything to him. I didn't want to if I wasn't sure. I don't know if he’ll...” Tears spilled over. “If he’ll be happy.”

“Of course he’ll be happy,” she said, and it was so confident and so sure that you felt a buoying of hope. “He’ll be over the freakin’ moon, sparrow. Don't let all this nostalgia for partying get to you. Josh was happy when we found out we were having JD, and Jake will be happy if you find out you're having a baby too.”

You swallowed. “You think so?”

She smiled and brushed the tears from your face. “Yeah, I think so. Go find out if you are.”

You did as she said, finding the Clearblue test under the sink. Waiting was agonizing; you forced yourself to wait longer than you were supposed to, not sure if you could bear it, whatever the result was. You wanted a baby with Jake; nothing would give you more pleasure than to make him a father, to start a family with the man you loved. But was he ready? Were you ready?

Finally, you looked at the test. There, in little black letters: pregnant.

A gasping sort of sob escaped you. You clapped a hand over your mouth and sank to the floor, holding the test in shaking fingers, reading it over and over. Pregnant. You and Jake were having a baby.

You cried, but whether they were happy tears or just a sign of how overwhelmed you were, you couldn’t tell. Sitting on your best friends’ bathroom floor, you watched your tears blur that one little word that would change everything.

Eventually, you collected yourself enough to wash your face at the sink and tuck the test in the pocket of your sundress. You ventured out to the back porch and found your family in a safe, comforting chaos; Baby and Danny were swimming with JD, and the twins were soundly beating Sam in garbage. 

Jake looked up as you came out, a handsome smile lighting his face. “Hi, sweetheart. You wanna play the next hand?”

You looked over at Baby, and she grinned when you gave her a little smile. She nodded towards Jake, urging you to tell him.

“Um...” You twisted the fabric of your dress in nervous fingers. “Actually, can I talk to you for a second?”

“Sure. Let me just...” He laid out his cards and was met with groans from his brothers, and he smirked. “Read it and weep, fellas.”

Josh gathered up the cards to be dealt again, and Jake was careful of the empty beer bottles on the table as he stood and came inside with you. He was a little tipsy, his piratey swagger giving it away more than anything else, sun-kissed and smiley and so beautiful to you that you thought you would never get tired of just looking at him. Would your baby look like him? You hoped so, and it was the promise of another someone like Jake Kiszka in the world that made you brave enough to speak.

“I need to tell you something,” you said, your voice a little wobbly. 

He pulled you close and gave you a kiss. “Don’t tell me. You want to ravish me.”

You gave a soft laugh. “Not exactly.” You led him to the guest bedroom, though, wanting it to be just the two of you with no one walking in accidentally. 

“This is... not convincing,” he teased when you closed the door behind you. “I guess you’re feeling better than you were this morning, huh?”

You were, but the reason wasn't what he thought. Now that you knew, now that you were sure and had the confidence and encouragement of your best friend, you were feeling much better. Now you just needed Jake to tell you it would be alright.

“I think I might not be... over that,” you said cautiously. “Like, it might be a recurring thing. Every morning.”

He frowned, searching your face. “What do you mean? Is something wrong?”

You shook your head. “Nope. Nothing's wrong.” 

“What is it, then?”

You pulled the test out of your pocket and handed it to him. “Um... I think that’s what it is.”

You waited for him to speak, to do anything, but he just looked at it in silence, cradled in the palm of his hand. Then, after a moment, he looked up at you.

“Are you serious?”

You couldn’t read his tone. Shock, surprise, maybe a little fear, something you hoped was excitement — all of them bled into the color of his voice.

“I'm serious,” you said, starting to feel like you were going to cry again. “I just took it. It's... I mean, it's pretty clear.”

He closed his hand around the test. Almost like he’d taken a blow, he stepped back and sat on the edge of the bed.

Your heart dropped right to the floor when he hid behind his free hand, leaning over his knees. Tears blurred your vision.

“I know it’s not the best time,” you said, desperate for some kind of reassurance. You came close to him. “But I think if we — if —” You didn't know what to say. “I think we can do it, Jake. I think we can have this baby.”

He lifted his head and met your eyes, a big, bright smile shining through a tearful haze. 

“You’re really pregnant?” he asked, and it was all joy.

You all but collapsed against him then, putting your arms around his neck, holding him as he tested your head against your tummy. He put his arms around you and held you close, caught somewhere between laughing and crying.

“I’m really pregnant,” you said softly. “Jake, are you happy?”

He stood and spun you around, exultant, laughing like a little boy on Christmas morning.

“Yes, I'm happy!” He stopped spinning you to kiss you, sweet and messy and so in love with you. “Are you crazy, sparrow? I've never been so happy in my whole life!”

You looked up at him with your heart in your eyes. “You don't think it's a bad time?”

He hushed you with another kiss. “No way. It's the perfect time. Forget everything I ever said about it being a bad time.” His smile was so big and beautiful. “I can't believe we're having a baby, sparrow. You're gonna be such a good mom. I love you, and I'm so proud of you. I love you so much.”

“Oh, Jake,” you said gently. “I love you too.”

He held you close and you melted against him, safe, loved, so happy you were delirious with it. You were having a baby! It sang in every part of you, and you joined in his joyful tears and watery laughter.

“Let’s go tell everybody,” he said, taking your hand. “You want to?”

You nodded, feeling that you'd never been more in love with him than you were just then.

He led you back out to the porch and tried to keep the suspense up as your family watched your giddy, excited entrance. Everyone was sitting at the table now, JD fast asleep on Josh’s lap; Jake was grinning to beat the sun, bright and shining with pride and contagious joy as the two of you stood before the people you loved.

“I don't mean to steal the little man’s thunder,” Jake said, looking with heart-rending tenderness at his brother and his baby. “This a great birthday for a great little guy. But...” He looked to you, and you gave his hand and encouraging squeeze. 

“Well, I guess we’ll be planning another birthday party soon,” Jake said, the words fairly bursting out, “because... we're having a baby!”

Your family erupted into a wonderful cacophony shocked questions and joyful hollering, chairs protesting as they were pushed back, pirate decorations toppling on the tabletop as you and Jake were surrounded with hugs and kisses and congratulations. JD woke, a little uneasy at all the happy noise, and Josh cuddled him close with a beaming smile and told him he was going to have a cousin very soon.

“Oh,” was all the little boy said, one hand tangled in Josh’s shirt as he looked on the gathering with a bleary smile.

Baby fairly tackled you, telling you how much she loved you, how happy she was for you. You stood in the circle of your family and couldn't help a few tears, but they were nothing but happy now.

After the boys reined in their joyful rowdiness and you had been hugged so many times you felt the pressure of love on you like a warm blanket, it was time for cake and presents and celebration of the first little Kiszka your family had been blessed with. JD loved all his presents, running around in his too-big pirate outfit from Sam and Danny and waving the sword you and Jake had gotten him, and the adults settled at the table to enjoy each other's company. In the light of the setting sun, sun-flushed cheeks sore from smiling and music playing and drinks flowing, you family was as beautiful to you as they had ever been.

Jake patted his lap, and you squeezed with him in the chair and welcomed his protective, loving arms around you. 

“So, what are we naming this baby?” Sam asked, dealing out a hand of cards. “Jake junior?”

“Jack Sparrow,” Josh offered.

You laughed. “Maybe. I think it’ll be a girl, though.”

Jake looked up at you. “You know already?”

You kissed him. “Not officially, honey. I didn't mean to get you all excited. But... I don't know. I can feel it.”

Baby nodded as she gathered her cards. “I could tell with JD. Sometimes you just know.”

“It should be a bird name,” Danny suggested. “Since you guys are into that sort of thing.”

Jake smiled. “Yeah, it should.” His hand rested on your tummy, and you put your hands over his. “What about Robin?”

The name washed over you with a special kind of peace. “Okay,” you said softly. “Sparrow and her Jake-bird and their little Robin.”

Your family cooed over the name as you gave Jake a gentle kiss, and you knew it was perfect for your little girl. 

Cake was eaten, drinks topped off, and music cranked up until it was well and truly a party. JD, with all the enthusiasm he could muster while falling asleep on Danny’s lap, joined in the various cheers and groans as you played cards together. You couldn't wait until you had another little Kiszka to join the party — your Robin would be around five months old at JD’s next birthday bash, and maybe there would even be another Kiszka-Wagner baby on the way. For now, though, everything was perfect, and you rested in it as you spent time with the ones you loved.

Jake pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

“I love you, sparrow,” he said gently, just for you. “And I love our little bird.”

You touched his cheek and drew him up to kiss your properly, loving the feel of his smile.

“Jakey,” you said softly. “We love you too.”

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𝓕𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓸𝓷 𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓒𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓽𝓸𝓷

𝓕𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓸𝓷 𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓒𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓽𝓸𝓷 is the daughter of the infamous Blake Carrington and younger sister of Adam and Steven and proud mother of Giulia Luna, after Cameron asks her to adopt the little girl with whom Fallon immediately falls in love and lives out her role as a mother proudly and deeply and, unlike her own mother, idolizes her daughter and always keeps a watchful eye on her. Cameron herself has been her best friend since high school like Alyssa, he is the first person Fallon begins to trust and is part of the family, both share a close, unbreakable bond. She is considered the head of the Carrington family. Born into absolute prosperity and billions of dollars in wealth, Fallon grows up with everything she ever wanted and gets only the best except caring, loving parents who put their work and social life first, before her mother leaves the family without a word to her children, something which Fallon still suffers from internally and for which she once blamed herself and becomes withdrawn and cold. After graduating from college and graduating with a business degree, the multibillionare heiress decided to join the family business and Blake gave his daughter the position of Head of Acquisitions. Young Carrington returns to Denver expecting to become the new COO of Carrington Atlantic, only to be dealt another blow by her father, who appoints his new fiancée. Although Fallon has learned to deal with setbacks and always maintains a mask of perfection and repeatedly tries to control her emotions, it hits her hard, as she not only wants to show what kind of businesswoman she is, but also to prove herself to her father and begins to work against him to set up her own company, independent of her father, to finally make her own name. Although she is often seen and compared by others as Alexis' daughter, who brings out Fallon's worst sides, Fallon takes after her father and is definitely considered competition. Not only for companies, but also because of her strength and her similarity to Blake. Not only does she know how her father thinks, she is also extremely intelligent, competent, charismatic and cunning. With her charm, she can wrap anyone around her finger as she wants, as she knows herself, is cunning through and through and loves the challenge. She knows what she wants and is not afraid to put it into action, even if it means manipulating in her favor to better meet her needs. But she often acts impulsively and gets herself into trouble as a result. Despite everything, she is seen as the center of all parties. She often comes across not only as arrogant, but also as completely cold-hearted, as she has a hard time letting others get close to her, trusts no one and because of her sarcastic jokes. Despite the hard, unflappable exterior of the young businesswoman, Fallon has a good heart when she lets you see behind the tough facade and, unlike her father, tends to do the right thing instead of hurting others, which is why she can't stand hearing how similar she is to him. Nothing is more important to Fallon than her family and the company and having made her own name. And she is very territorial when it comes to her Liam, her daughter and the rest of the family, as well as the family business. She is fiercely protective of both, always keeping an eye on everything and everyone. Although she has trust issues, Fallon loves unconditionally when she chooses someone and would do anything for her loved ones and her family. Fallon herself founded several companies, including Morell Green Energy Corporation, Femperial Publishing and Fallon Unlimited. Despite being a businesswoman through and through, she has withdrawn somewhat from the company to concentrate entirely on her family, especially her own, her beloved husband Liam and her daughter. ( Dynasty, Denver Clan )

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It's Pretty Much Just Me and the Patterson's.

January 4th, 2025

We've been to two bars already tonight, Cosmic Dog Outpost and River Remedy Brewing. When you're looking for a dive and micro brews in Rome, Georgia, prepare to be disappointed because the area only offers one or the other.

Sports Page offers you everything a person looking for a dive could ask for though. The bar is settled at the back of a large parking lot, which is necessary for the number of motorcycles you can find here even in the winter. Affiliated bikers? Sign me up. Outside there are cute lights hung around the outdoor patio which distract from the tarps and plastic sheeting used for insulation. The sign outside lists "No bullshit or drama" as reason number five to stay out, there's no mention of shoes or shirts on the list which is a great sign.

Upon entering the establishment, we are greeted by a woman named Heather, a blonde in her forties who introduces me to everyone that works there. Olivia who is running DJ and karaoke and Em who is working behind the bar. Heather is off for the night but tells me she just can't stay away and wanted to support Olivia who has been training on karaoke, looking up songs on YouTube, for two months and she is starting to get the hang of it. They serve beer in koozies and do not have anything on draft. Sports Page doesn't serve liquor, but this isn't a problem because everyone there has a "secret" bottle of liquor they all have stashed in various places around the bar. Heather chose egg nog liqueur as her handle and fed me several milky shots to get me to sing two karaoke songs with her, the third and fourth karaoke songs I've ever sung. Heather tells me about the list of folks on the wall written in pretty cursive, this is their banned patron list and I can't help but think we'll end up on the chalk board eventually.

Jonathan and I went to the back to play pool, after two games by ourselves we are joined in the pool area by six new friends. Shawna and Austin want to play doubles, Shawna is willfully terrible at the game and Austin has clearly grown up around a table. Shawna tells me she is 32 and Austin 28, they have been together for 14 years. Do the math yet? Shawna's brother Tyler is at the table next to us with his wife Chelsea, Chelsea had a baby two weeks ago and this is her first night out on the town. She looks tired. Shawna is ready for a party and starts giving me shots of Jim Beam from a red solo cup *you fill me up, let's have a party* and offers coke from a Styrofoam cup as a chaser. I rarely chase liquor anymore because my balls are huge, and this always garnishes MAD respect from the yocals. We're now fast friends and spend the rest of the night with the Patterson clan.

Kyle enters the bar with his woman, a woman whose name alludes me but is something like Hayley Mae or Kelly Anne, they are joined by a very young and attractive blonde girl. Jonathan makes mention to me that the new girl in the blue hoodie is cute, and I should chat her up. While Shawna and I are playing she tells me the new girl is her niece of seventeen and she definitely shouldn't be in the bar. While she settles in and hits her nicotine vape it's clear she's more than comfortable here and I imagine it's a common occurrence. Later in the evening Kyle offers us a bag, if the patches weren't enough, we know all we need to know about the Pattersons, that they are our kind of people and ones to be careful around.

Shawna is troubled by Jonathan and I and our unwillingness to label our relationship. When we first entered, she approached Jonathan alone and asked if he would sing karaoke with her, he agreed of course and asked if she was married. She said she was, and he told her good, that's my partner coming down the steps. She says the word partner is just for gay men and he should call me his girlfriend. I told her we were from Denver and it's a different world, and how else would people know we want to fuck 'em all. This isn't explanation enough and she is troubled. The south isn't always the area to be progressive, who knew?

We end the night by visiting two other dive bars, the Barrel and North Mesa. Both equally seedy as Sports Page but with a lot more bikers. At every place we go to we walk in like a pair of giant gods ready to rule, everyone comes and talks to us about our height. I am asked constantly how tall I am, Jonathan is starting to notice it and says things like "no one wants to know how tall I am anymore." It makes me laugh endlessly that he's jealous of the attention. Shawna made Austin go to McDonalds before we got to Mesa and he got me French fries, I stuck them in my pocket and am handling them out to everyone at the bar which makes me a lot of friends with the middle-aged men. At North Mesa the old biker we talk to lives next to the bar, at all these places everyone tells us to come back and we'll be a part of the family. They are all related already so I guess I need to get with one of them and make it official.

[denver-carrington]

Helmet Berger's autobiography Ich (co-written by his friend Holde Heuer) was published in 1998. Someone (I don't know who, sorry!) posted a synopsis in English and here are the parts of it that pertain to Helmut's time on Dynasty.

From Chapter 12: Envy was also a theme in Hollywood. When Berger played in "Dynasty - Denver Clan" he was not allowed to even speak to colleagues and friends who played in "Dallas", because there was a rivalry between the two tv-series.

From Chapter 13: Berger talks a lot about his time in "Dynasty - Denver Clan" (1983/84). Producer Aaron Spelling wanted him to play a European playboy. He had to play a man who only wants his wife's money and is hooked on cocaine. But Berger did not like working in Hollywood. He describes it like a factory, every week the production team changed and another director was responsible for every new episode. This was not the place to be for an actor who used to work with Visconti and was used to higher European standards. For the eight months in Hollywood Berger took an apartment in which he lived with his coach. Soon he fired her because she made phone-calls to Europe which Berger had to pay. His colleagues Linda Evans, Joan Collins, Pamela Sue Martin and John Forsythe were friendly in the beginning, and so were Spelling's secretaries. But Berger immediately realized that they did not mean what they said. As said before, he never liked America and its citizens. "During the first four weeks I gave my best. No cocaine, no alcohol. I needed a clear head, because the actors got their text in the morning and we only had little time to learn it." Soon Berger was disappointed. None of his colleagues invited him to their houses, none of them thanked him for his presents. He realized that Hollywood means "making business without any soul". His only fun were the weekends where he met his friend Jack Nicholson and other stars. They smoked a few joints and felt wonderful. Berger likes Nicholson and calls him "one of the funniest men I know". Berger told him about his problems and Nicholson said: "The role is good for you. Everyone in America sees you. You become famous." But then the "Denver"-people said that Berger was not allowed to met people like Nicholson or Marlon Brando because everyone in Hollywood knew that those people were sniffing cocaine. He was also not allowed to visit the best night club, "Studio One", because it was known for his homosexual guests. "I could not believe it. All those jerks. Puritans. But secretely they all watch porno movies. I did not follow their rules. I had to come to the office every second day. They told me that my role would slowly disappear, if I would not do what they said. I answered: 'You really believe that I stay at home and don't meet my friends? Really? Heil Hitler.' So I was only part of 'Denver' for eleven episodes. In the end my airplane crashed against a mountain." Only when his shootings for "Denver" where over, Berger felt better and started to have fun in Hollywood. He stayed there for one month longer. He did a lot of shopping, was invited by Warren Beatty, and Barbra Streisand was giving a dinner for him. "I met Grace Jones, Linda Blair, Sally Kellerman, Richard Dreyfuss, Michael Douglas and Michelle Philips. And, of course, Marisa Berenson who was divorced from her first husband, billionaire Jimmy Rendall. I was totally high when I left Hollywood, this magical place of false illusions."

[kyglow]

starter for @sarawritesx muse: professor denver van helsing for: inez, kaiya, maragaret or any younger muse. plot: found here ( the last point. ) van helsing vampire hunter.

getting revenge on a group of vampires he was certain was responsible for the death of his ex-wife, her partner and her partner's son. it should have been him though as whoever had come to his ex-wife's house must've surely wanted him targeting him since he had a name for himself in the hunter community however he hadn't been hunting for over ten years now. yet the incident and gruesome scene had forced him to take his revenge on vampires tracking them down and hunting despite not knowing if it was them or not however he was intent on getting answers on who their master was since he wasn't going to stop. van helsing had found their den, an abandoned lot with a house and a church. making his way and killing each vampire he came across with his shotgun and various weaponry. having no regrets they were all young. it wasn't until van helsing would be hunting the last of the vampire clan's members as this individual was tough and quick.

following them into the church as he steadied his shotgun and blasted shells firing from the barrel at movement at the ceiling. the older male moved deeper into the church stepping over mattresses, candles and jars/bottles of dark red blood. his skin feverishly hot sweating due to the humidity. breath intake was sharp and tense as he was on high alert. " thought you bloodsuckers were all supposed to be tough. clearl,y you're all weak as shit. " he called out with a small grin taunting her. " you know i used to keep getting the same shit from people back in the day that my grandfather was the one who fought and died trying to kill dracula and his wife uma only for my grandaddy to fail. " he shared with disdain. " they blamed his failure for the reason why there are more of you now. " providing insight into his life about how his family were blamed for the reason of vampire outbreak which spawned from the curse of dracula. bullied and looked down upon by the other hunters as it deeply bothered him. the male heard a faint whisper from behind as he turned quickly only to be faced by her. immediately he would aim the barrel of the shotgun at the young woman's chest only to grin and utter. " wow you're cute. hate to say goodbye but you are a blood-sucking bitch so goodbye. " winking at her he squeezed the trigger and - - click - - nothing fired. confused he squeezed the trigger again and still no shot. the gun was empty. his grin faltered only to take a step back. " you bite me you're dead like your friends. i'll tie you up with silver. " he warned her although he knew he was now prey.

[erraticizms]

if you’re hearing SHOT AT THE NIGHT by THE KILLERS playing, you have to know EMILIO ROSSI (HE/HIM; CIS MAN) is nearby! the THIRTY-THREE year old CASHIER has been in denver for, like, SIX MONTHS. they’re known to be quite CAPRICIOUS, but being ADAPTABLE seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble ADAM DIMARCO. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those A LIFETIME FADING IN YOUR REARVIEW MIRROR, FIVE SECOND SUNSHOWERS, and THE AUDIBLE GULP IN A LOONEY TUNES CARTOON vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the LAKERIDGE DISTRICT long enough!

BASICS:

full name: emilio michele rossi nicknames: emi hometown: staten island, new york age + birthday: 33, born on August 27th, 1990 sexuality + gender: bisexual, cis man face claim: adam dimarco

BACKGROUND (tw mental illness, depression, self-harm, suicide attempt):

the days leading up to labor day weekend on the south shore of staten island were quiet and heavy with anticipation for The Last Hurrah of the summer; emilio michele rossi arrived into the world on monday, august 27th of 1990, just as quiet, and weighed with expectations he’d never live up to

the rossi’s were proud italian-americans, with the entire clan spread across staten island, long island, and spilling into jersey. his father, vinny, was a third generation mechanic and his mother was a hair stylist

emilio was the third of four children overall: two older fraternal twins (bruno & bianca, 38), and one younger brother (luca, 26). his parents also had a few siblings each with their own respective litters, so it was next to impossible not to trip over a rossi in a hundred mile radius of staten island.

emilio was always the black sheep of the family: quiet, melancholy, and spineless, a lifetime being the butt of the joke and too soft-spoken to be heard at the dinner table. they loved each other, sure, but the only time he ever felt like part of the clan was at a yankee game, booing the opposing team.

shit started hitting the fan around middle school, after his older siblings and cousins moved onto high school and emilio, already riddled with anxiety, became an easy target for bullying. he never said anything, afterall. he was the perfect punching bag, and he never really learned to speak up for himself, much less fight back. he got scrappy because he had to, but he wasn’t winning any points with the cool kids— in fact, his blooming erraticism solidified him as the weird kid.

it was like everyone around him was a prodigy. bruno took to the body shop like he was born with a wrench in hand, and bianca returned from university with a masters in business, joining her twin in taking over the family business. luca, 11 years old, had already skipped two grades and was the family’s crown jewel. his cousins were nurses, business owners, chefs, successful successful successful and emilio was nothing nothing nothing

he had a couple of friends, other fellow outcasts, and preferred hanging out around staten island with them after school rather than returning home to explain another detention, another shitty grade, another phone call from a disappointed teacher to his parents

whenever he was home, he often ended up holed up in his bedroom to avoid the constant lectures and borderline mean-spirited ribbing from the revolving door of family members, headphones on because a family as loud as his could still be heard from behind closed doors, wondering “whatever happened to emilio, he’s just so… different”

he spent so much time thinking that it turned to rumination, and one night he found himself standing on the edge of the verrazzano-narrows, wondering if it’d hurt if he jumped.

the overwhelming guilt at once again bringing shame to his family stopped him, and he shut down afterwards.

for a few years, he continued as he had before: a passenger in his own life, watching his body move through the motions. cowardice and grief morphed to apathy. suppressing his emotions, burying everything under his responsibilities and a debilitating nicotine addiction, was the only way he knew how to get by… until halfway through his junior year of college, after a particularly normal day, when he suddenly found himself in a stretcher with gauze wrapped around his wrists, the horrified and devastating faces of his family staring as he was wheeled away.

emilio finished out his semester from an in-patient program in upstate new york.

for the first time in his life, his family was quiet around him. they were anxious, they were nervous, they were soft-spoken, and he was the one with the power. he was listened to and heard. for the first time in his life, emilio rossi defended himself.

the relief of a voice gave way to exhilaration, as it was like nothing fucking mattered anymore. he could say whatever he wanted to, he could survive anything because he survived himself when he wanted nothing more than nonexistence. 

he was a stain on his family. he was the black sheep. he was the weird cousin, he was the fun uncle, he was himself.

PERSONALITY & PRESENT (tw drug use, continued mental illness):  

graduated with a degree in history, which got him nothing more than a glorified tour guide gig at the metropolitan museum of art. go fucking figure.

started going by emi once he moved out at 21 to a shitty apartment on the lower east side with some roommates he found craigslist. 

a cocktail of nihilism, freedom, ego, and mental illness led to spending his early to mid-20s a drugged out haze, filtering between nightlife and his job, through sexual experimentation, relationships, and a disproportionate amount of bad to good days.

terribly CAPRICIOUS— his mood changes unpredictably, and he oscillates between thrumming anxiety and over-confidence, a little too honest, a little too comfortable, yet entirely oblivious in other regards. sometimes, he feels like an a spaceman trying to blend in with humanity.

this also makes him extremely ADAPTABLE, making it easier for him to flit around friendships and places because he’s always willing to follow the night.

moved out of new york when he was 30 and spent a few years working seasonal jobs around the country, until he took his savings and moved to denver at age 33 once he heard the news that luca’s been nominated for a nobel prize. 

hasn’t seen any of his family in person since he was 29

has absolutely zero direction in life and is probably overdue for a nervous breakdown.

[gncrly]

MEET LEO GAGLIARDI

FULL NAME: leonardo "leo" gagliardi.

FACECLAIM: aaron tveit.

GENDER: cis man.

PRONOUNS: he/him.

AGE + BIRTHDAY: 35, february 28, 1988.

DISTRICT: downtown.

OCCUPATION: mechanic at ignition kingdom.

POSITIVE TRAITS: practical, witty, decisive.

NEGATIVE TRAITS: secretive, untrusting, possessive.

BULLET POINTS

gambling tw

part of the gagliardi clan.

his parents told fortunes and were part of a traveling carnival, which meant that leo was always traveling.

he didn't inherit any abilities from his parents, which kind of gave him a little bit of a complex of feeling inferior.

he has a little bit of a commitment issue, probably from traveling so much as a kid.

he always felt like his siblings all had these special skills and then there was just him. he doesn't really consider himself good at anything, besides maybe gambling. and even with that, he's messed it up.

leo owes some people a lot of money but that's something he hasn't really come to terms with just yet.

he's been in colorado for about five years now, and previously moved around every few years, cause he just didn't want to stay in one place for too long. he's decided to stay in denver because a lot of his siblings are also here and he's just tired of moving.

[hag-o-hags]

I was going to put this in the tags BUT ACTUALLY FUCK IT

NAGPRA doesn't stop museums from digging in their heels over repatriation. Denver Art Museum has refused for years to return art and important cultural objects to the Tlingit and Haida clans to whom they rightfully belong.

“We’re not in the business of just giving away our collections,” [John Lukavic, DAM Native Arts collection curator] said. “Nobody is.” (Denver Post, April 8 2024.)

Applying pressure to these institutions is ABSOLUTELY necessary, because they have no reason to act with grace or humility, and Native nations are forced to work within the laws and framework of the US federal government, NOT their own sovereign laws. The same laws that were broken in order to steal these objects during colonization.

Went to the Aboriginal artifact exhibit in Chicago. And it’s interesting. How many blankets and masks and totem poles say ‘unknown source’, because every five seconds my mom would stop and point to something and say. “Pauline’s grandmother made that,” or, “That belongs to Mike’s family, I should call him” because. It’s all stolen

[brookstonalmanac]

Events 11.17 (before 1950)

887 – Emperor Charles the Fat is deposed by the Frankish magnates in an assembly at Frankfurt, leading his nephew, Arnulf of Carinthia, to declare himself king of the East Frankish Kingdom in late November. 1183 – Genpei War: The Battle of Mizushima takes place off the Japanese coast, where Minamoto no Yoshinaka's invasion force is intercepted and defeated by the Taira clan. 1292 – John Balliol becomes King of Scotland. 1405 – Sharif ul-Hāshim establishes the Sultanate of Sulu. 1494 – French King Charles VIII occupies Florence, Italy. 1511 – Henry VIII of England concludes the Treaty of Westminster, a pledge of mutual aid against the French, with Ferdinand II of Aragon. 1558 – Elizabethan era begins: Queen Mary I of England dies and is succeeded by her half-sister Elizabeth I of England. 1603 – English explorer, writer and courtier Sir Walter Raleigh goes on trial for treason. 1775 – The city of Kuopio, Finland (belonging to Sweden at this time) is founded by King Gustav III of Sweden. 1777 – Articles of Confederation (United States) are submitted to the states for ratification. 1796 – French Revolutionary Wars: Battle of the Bridge of Arcole: French forces defeat the Austrians in Italy. 1800 – The United States Congress holds its first session in Washington, D.C. 1810 – Sweden declares war on its ally the United Kingdom to begin the Anglo-Swedish War, although no fighting ever takes place. 1811 – José Miguel Carrera, Chilean founding father, is sworn in as President of the executive Junta of the government of Chile. 1820 – Captain Nathaniel Palmer becomes the first American to see Antarctica. (The Palmer Peninsula is later named after him.) 1831 – Ecuador and Venezuela are separated from Gran Colombia. 1837 – An earthquake in Valdivia, south-central Chile, causes a tsunami that leads to significant destruction along Japan's coast. 1856 – American Old West: On the Sonoita River in present-day southern Arizona, the United States Army establishes Fort Buchanan in order to help control new land acquired in the Gadsden Purchase. 1858 – Modified Julian Day zero. 1858 – The city of Denver, Colorado is founded. 1863 – American Civil War: Siege of Knoxville begins: Confederate forces led by General James Longstreet place Knoxville, Tennessee, under siege. 1869 – In Egypt, the Suez Canal, linking the Mediterranean Sea with the Red Sea, is inaugurated. 1878 – First assassination attempt against Umberto I of Italy by anarchist Giovanni Passannante, who was armed with a dagger. The King survived with a slight wound in an arm. Prime Minister Benedetto Cairoli blocked the aggressor, receiving an injury in a leg. 1885 – Serbo-Bulgarian War: The decisive Battle of Slivnitsa begins. 1894 – H. H. Holmes, one of the first modern serial killers, is arrested in Boston, Massachusetts. 1896 – The Western Pennsylvania Hockey League, which later became the first ice hockey league to openly trade and hire players, began play at Pittsburgh's Schenley Park Casino. 1903 – The Russian Social Democratic Labour Party splits into two groups: The Bolsheviks (Russian for "majority") and Mensheviks (Russian for "minority"). 1939 – Nine Czech students are executed as a response to anti-Nazi demonstrations prompted by the death of Jan Opletal. All Czech universities are shut down and more than 1,200 students sent to concentration camps. Since this event, International Students' Day is celebrated in many countries, especially in the Czech Republic. 1940 – The Tartu Art Museum was established in Tartu, Estonia. 1947 – The Screen Actors Guild implements an anti-Communist loyalty oath. 1947 – American scientists John Bardeen and Walter Houser Brattain observe the basic principles of the transistor, a key element for the electronics revolution of the 20th century.

[xprojectrpg]

This Day in X-Project - November 4

2015: Doug reflects on the paths his thinking takes after having received a city map pin of Denver from Jubilee. Kurt emails Rogue, Meggan and Amanda to tell them he and Jubilee are engaged, to mixed response from Amanda. Xavin posts to their journal, asking Maya if she broke something of theirs and if she intends to replace it. Do I Know You? - With Daniella heading off to Colorado with the Mutant Underground, Quentin and Wanda talk about their experiences and why Wanda isn’t with her father, Magneto; Gabriel summons Quentin to his room for sex and pizza; afterwards, the two talk about how good it is to be back in their own bodies.

2016: Jean-Paul goes to Gabriel's workplace and cadges free drinks, but they arrange alternate means of payment. Jean-Paul texts Topaz to inform her that he’s kidnapped her cat for a little while, as well as her couch. Topaz finds Jean-Paul on her couch, and they talk about the revelations re: his powers. Maya wonders why 15 years olds can’t vote.

2017:

2018: Bobby makes a journal entry wondering how it’s November already and pining for a turkey of his own.

2019:

2020:

2021: The Color of Horror: Topaz updates the Avalon situation, asking for volunteers to help clear out the books and artifacts as the dimension is collapsing faster than she anticipated; the magic users pack while the volunteers carry, with appropriate safety measures; Avalon is attacked by mysterious (and highly creepy) creatures with the same aim as theirs, plunder Avalon as much as possible; the mutants fight back, but are overwhelmed by numbers and Topaz sounds the retreat; holding the attackers back so the rest of the mansionites can escape, Topaz is trapped in Avalon when the dimension closes completely; Darcy notifies Maya about Topaz; Marie-Ange notifies X-Force; somewhere in the dark and cold, Topaz wakes up and decides to try and find her way home; Darcy notifies the mansion at large what happened; Darcy lets the rest of the magic users who weren’t there know what happened; Doug texts Darcy to let her know Marie-Ange’s ‘quick and dirty’ reading shows Topaz has a future still; Betsy asks Hope to catch her up on recent events with Topaz; Doug takes Amanda to Marie-Ange and the witch has an idea about what to do, although she needs to talk to the other magic users first. Arise, X-Man: Laurie meets Essex’ son Adam (or Nate, as he prefers) and while helping him, she gets some telepathic feedback typical of a teenage boy and they talk about it.

2022: Amanda posts to X-Force, noting that the lady with the sword Arthur saw at Halloween could be Illyana and that Essex and Clan Akkaba seem to be looking for the same person - En-Sabah-Nur or “Son of the Morning Fire”, although with different intentions.

2023: A Haven to Call Home: Quentin texts Alani to see if she got in touch with the teleporter; Sharon and April work with an animal rescue to check in on cat colonies after the flood; Sharon makes a post announcing she is now the proud mother of two (cat) sons.

[shaaknaa]

TTRPGs are collaborative storytelling. Imagine trying to write a story about a modern political drama in Denver and the person you're trying to write with introduces pirates. That's the first problem. You couldn't agree on the a fucking genre.

The second problem is the mechanics. World of Darkness (Parent to Vampire the Masqurade) does not map to DnD at all. The way World of Darkness games work is that there are 6 subgroups of a certain metaphysical group (6 types each of Vampires, Werewolves, Mages, Changing, etc.). They aren't really balanced with each other so you generally just do Vampires *or* werewolves *or* mages. In Vampire the subgroups are "clans" and they are, essentially, your class. That's about as close as you can explain it in DnD terms. You get abilities based on your clan. None of them are fucking druids.

It would've been better if they'd brought a changling (elf) or a werewolve (wildshape?) or.. I dunno if there's a plant subtype of Mage. I played a Luck based one. At least they would've been rolling the same checks with the *same dice* (World of Darkness rolls multiple d10's for everything).

That's not to mention that World of Darkness *is* lore based. You can use the DnD system without the gods or settings provided. Switch it all out and then it's only important to like... Clerics who need a God to follow. World of Darkness Mechnics stop making sense when you switch it all out. What the clans are and what they control is *part of picking your class.*

[radiogreen]

“We’re not in the business of just giving away our collections,” Lukavic said. “Nobody is.”

"[Tlingit] Tribal representatives say they’re still trying to reclaim their heritage from the Denver Art Museum, 34 years after the Native American Graves Protection and Repatriation Act came into effect. Museum officials have been intransigent, condescending and insensitive in consultations, they allege."

"The Tlingit representatives never submitted a formal claim under the federal repatriation act for the raven screen, [John Lukavic, the museum’s curator of Native arts] said. The museum follows the same rubric in all dealings to comply with the law, he added, and even offered to help the tribe complete the necessary paperwork to request repatriation.

[...]

The Tlingit and Haida tribes filed official NAGPRA claims for three objects in the Denver Art Museum’s collection between 2002 and 2007, museum records show, including a beaver clan hat, a bear shirt and a tunic. None have been repatriated.

Museum officials denied two of the claims and said the third couldn’t be properly assessed due to a lack of sufficient evidence."

“To us, these are our uncles, our fathers,” Callahan said. “These are living beings for us." When they sit in storage of American museums, he said, “it’s like taking them and locking them up. They’re unable to speak, to communicate.”

[goalhofer]

Where every player played during the 2012-13 NHL lockout: Detroit

CHL: Kyle Quincey (Denver Cutthroats) Czech Extraliga: Jakub Kindl (H.K. Č.S.O.B. Pojišťovna Pardubice) EIHL: Drew Miller (Braehead Clan) HockeyAllsvenskan: Jonathan Ericsson (Hockeyklubb Vita Hästen/Södertälje Sportklubb) KHL: Pavel Datsyuk (K.K. C.S.K.A. Moscow) Liiga: Valtteri Filppula (Helsingin Jokerit) NCAA: Danny DeKeyser (Western Michigan University Broncos) Slovak Extraliga: Tomáš Tatar (Š.H.K. 37 Piešťany) NL: Damien Brunner (E.V. Zug) & Henrik Zetterberg (E.V. Zug) AHL: Joakim Andersson (Grand Rapids Griffins), Kent Huskins (Norfolk Admirals), Brian Lashoff (Grand Rapids Griffins), Gustav Nyquist (Grand Rapids Griffins) & Brendan Smith (Grand Rapids Griffins) Didn't Play: Justin Abdelkader, Todd Bertuzzi, Daniel Cleary, Carlo Colaiacovo, Patrick Eaves, Cory Emmerton, Johan Franzén, Jonas Gustavsson, Jimmy Howard III, Hans Kronwall, Jordin Tootoo & Ian White