#derek a ranger perhaps?

[sideblogforcrimpy-plus]

What if I wrote a fic where Reid got a few of the BAU into dnd and wrote half dnd and half cm? What then?

[sterekbros]

tiny pumpkins (2125 words) by Winchesterek Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Original Hale Character(s) Additional Tags: Everyone Is Alive, Farmer Stiles Stilinski, Park Ranger Derek Hale, Autumn, Pumpkins, pumpkin patch, Fluff, Meet-Cute, First Meetings, Kid Fic, Slice of Life, Uncle Derek Hale Written for: @sterekfests pumpkin patch, @sterekweekly wonder, and @warmandfluffybingocards visit to a pumpkin patch.

Stiles moved another pumpkin from the cart and into the stack of pumpkins in front of a sign that read Stilinski Pumpkin Patch.

But it really wasn't a Stilinski thing. It was something that his mom’s family always did and they started as a family when he was old enough to walk. Stiles had a few memories from that time, especially since he was so young, but as he always enjoyed looking at their family photos of him sitting amongst the pumpkins during the Fall season.

What he really enjoyed was the chilly air, the bright, warm colors and the warmth that the season brought to everyone’s lives. People were happy and bundled up, always visiting their seasonal pumpkin patch with friends or family.

And the kids, there were always tons of kids with someone or another, ecstatic about the pumpkins. People purchased pumpkins for decorations, to carve, to bake and whatever else they fancied.

Stiles just loved it all. And someday he hoped he’d be able to bring someone to the patch with him too. Maybe even he’d have a kid of his own, or he’d be an Uncle. Well, at least an Uncle to his friend's kids since he had no siblings.

Once he placed the last pumpkin into the pile, Stiles moved the cart to the side and cleaned his hands. He checked a few people out via the app on his phone for their pumpkin selections and a few treats that his best friends sold at a booth on their farm during their fall fest season.

Stiles then busied himself helping a few others take several pumpkins to their cars before he sat down on a stack of hay bales. That’s when he saw him.

The hottest guy that Stiles had ever laid eyes on was trailing behind two adorable kids who were practically frolicking through the patch. They were excited and giddy and Stiles heard their glee and wonder as they looked at all the different sizes and colors of pumpkins. Some huge, some tiny, and others that were perhaps the right size for their little hands.

The dude looked happy as he watched the two kids, who looked strikingly similar to him. They were either his kids or related to him in some way. Either way, the family genetics were strong. Stiles didn't see anyone else with him as he scanned the crowd, wondering if the children’s mother was somewhere close.

There was no way that a guy like that was single.

When no one else joined them, Stiles wiped his hands on his jeans and stood, heading over toward them awkwardly.

“Anything I can help you with?” Stiles asked, his eyes bouncing from the kids touching all the pumpkins and back to the guy who was staring at him when his gaze returned to him.

And god, his eyes were a gorgeous kaleidoscope of colors that Stiles couldn't describe.

“I’m sorry—” Stiles knew that he was saying something, probably talking about the pumpkins for the kids, but Stiles had been too lost in his eyes to actually hear what he was saying.

The guy laughed softly. “It’s okay…we’re actually looking for a few pumpkins to take home. In a variety of sizes. My family usually has a carving competition and we bake all the seeds.”

Right. Pumpkins. Stiles nodded and replied, “Oh, yeah. Yeah. Sure! I can get some together for you if you want.”

“Great.” The guy gave Stiles a warm smile just as one of the kids came over and hugged the guy’s leg and he wrapped an arm around them. “This is Avery and this is,” he paused, hugging the other kid. “Jack.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you Avery and Jack.” Stiles smiled, squatting down to their level. “I’m Stiles.”

“What’s a Stiles?” Avery asked, looking up with a frown.

“That’s not nice!” Jack replied and glared at Avery. “He’s a Stiles!”

Stiles laughed and so did hot-guy-with-kids.

“And I’m a Derek. Now that we all know each other’s names,” Derek added, smoothing his hands over the kids’ heads. “How about you two go pick out some pumpkins while Stiles helps me get the rest into the car?”

Avery and Jack nodded and ran off into the pumpkin patch, scrutinizing all the pumpkins they came across, which made Stiles laugh again.

“So, pumpkins,” Stiles started. “Cute kids.”

“Yeah, they’re a handful. Thankfully I get to return them to my sister at the end of the day, or they might give me gray hair.” Derek shrugged, watching after the kids before his gaze returned to Stiles.

So then, they weren't his kids. They were his sisters' kids. Which meant that he might actually be single. Stiles glanced at Derek’s fingers and didn't see a ring there, either. So maybe it was his lucky day. But he still didn't know if Derek liked guys. He could have a girlfriend and just not be married.

Stiles really hoped that wasn't the case.

Derek pushed his hands into his pockets, his eyes trailing up and down Stiles, which made Stiles’ heart flutter. “So, Stiles?”

“It’s a family nickname. Sorry. I, uh—yeah I got distracted a little bit.” Stiles could feel his skin turn blotchy as he flushed, walking along with Derek through the pumpkins.

“By?” Derek seemed curious, like he was ready to listen to whatever Stiles had to say.

It was the first time anyone had really paid Stiles that kind of attention, so he took a chance and replied, “Your eyes are really pretty…”

Derek’s smile was warm and inviting, making something in Stiles’ chest flutter.

“I get that sometimes.” Derek stopped next to Stiles, looking around for presumably the kids before his attention returned. “So you work here?”

“Also a family thing,” Stiles offered. “The farm has been in my mom’s family for a long time so we kinda took over the seasonal side of things. I really like the pumpkins, especially watching them grow.”

“So you’re a pumpkin farmer. That’s…interesting.” Derek chuckled and Stiles picked up a medium-sized pumpkin.

“Maybe a part-time pumpkin farmer. I’m actually taking a break from school. I was going to go into local law enforcement, but I’ve always really wanted to be a detective or to work for the FBI.” Stiles handed Derek the pumpkin, his breath catching as his fingers brushed Derek’s when Derek took it from him.

“Really? FBI?” Derek asked, looking at the pumpkin and sounding surprised. “I guess it’s always hard to tell what kind of work people get into.”

“What do you do?” Stiles asked, turning his focus to the pumpkins, picking out various sizes and putting them into a pile. He could feel Derek’s eyes on him and he wondered if Derek liked what he saw or if he was just as confused as everyone else was about him.

“Well, my mom is a lawyer and my dad is a professor…and I think they always wanted me to go into one of those areas.” Derek smirked and shrugged, still holding the pumpkin Stiles had given him.

“But you sound like you don't want to do that…” Stiles straightened and took the pumpkin from Derek, setting it aside in the pile. “How many do you want?”

“About ten…or fifteen. Just in case the kids mess one up and want to start over,” Derek replied, not missing a beat. “And I wanted to do something else. I ended up being a park ranger.” When Stiles frowned at him, Derek continued, “I studied biology and wildlife science in college.”

“Oh. Wow. Color me surprised. I just never saw park ranger as a profession for you.” Stiles’ tone was teasing, but he meant every word. He could totally see Derek as a lawyer though, or a professor. At least from what little he knew about him. Especially because he looked so cozy in that sweater and scarf he was rocking with the Autumn weather making Stiles’ skin prickle.

Avery and Jack took that moment to run back over to them, squealing and holding up tiny miniature pumpkins and thrusting them at Derek. “Look what we found! Baby pumpkins!”

Derek laughed and took one and then the other, looking them over and handing them back. “Go get a few more of those and we’ll add them to the pile.”

Jack and Avery ran off to gather more pumpkins and Stiles laughed, watching after them. “Those tiny pumpkins always do really well with the kids. But they usually paint them instead of carve them.”

“Then maybe we’ll have a painting party too… I’m sure whatever we’ll do, they’ll love it. It’s more about the family thing than the pumpkins…” Derek moved to pick up a pumpkin and handed it to Stiles, his heart skipping another beat as he took it from Derek.

“What do you think about these? We can always add whatever the kids pick out once we get them into your vehicle.” And Stiles could already see the kids gathering many tiny pumpkins.

“Those look great,” Derek replied and when he turned back to Stiles, he added, “I always wanted to get into conservation for endangered species. I guess it’s one way I can get closer to my goals for that.”

Derek shrugged. “We also do community outreach and lessons for kids, so I get to travel to schools and teach them about different animals we have in our state parks.”

Stiles found that more attractive than he probably should. Not only was Derek smart, he cared. He had interests beyond just himself or working out like most dudes he knew. Derek was obviously older, but Stiles didn't think he was too much older.

“Do you want to go out sometime?” Stiles blurted and then stared like a deer in headlights. Oh, god. “I—uh, I’m sorry—I—“

Derek was staring at him like he was intrigued and confused. Before Stiles could say anything else, Derek answered, “I’d love to.”

“Oh.” Stiles couldn’t stop himself from staring. Derek saying yes was the last thing he thought he’d get as an answer. “Wow. Okay, yeah—that would be great.”

“How about I pick you up tomorrow at seven and you choose the place. That way we’re both surprised,” Derek added with a grin, taking his phone out of his pocket and handing it to Stiles. “If you put your number in my phone I’ll text you so you can have mine.”

Stiles almost fumbled Derek’s phone like the worst kinda football pass there ever was, but he managed not to drop it with a sigh of relief. He punched his number in and saved his name as a contact, then handed Derek’s phone back.

“I await your text with bated breath,” Stiles teased with a smile that was more shy than he felt.

“Well, let’s not keep you waiting, then,” Derek replied with a chuckle and texted Stiles. He felt his phone buzz in his pocket and it sent a rush of excitement through him.

The kids returned then with several more tiny pumpkins, “Look, Uncle Derek!”

They had Derek’s attention again as Stiles loaded up the pumpkins he’d picked out into a cart, along with the tiny pumpkins the kids put into it. Before long they were headed toward Derek’s vehicle, which was a sleek black Camaro that had Stiles warm in all the right places.

He couldn't believe that Derek was about to put all these pumpkins into his trunk. Nevertheless, they loaded them in and then Derek helped the kids into the back seat. It didn't look comfortable at all from what Stiles could see, but the kids didn't seem to care as they buckled themselves in.

“So, what’s the damage?” Derek asked, turning back to Stiles.

Stiles pulled out his phone and card reader. “Well, you’re set back $115 for the pumpkins.”

Derek handed Stiles his card, still smiling. “I’m sure they’ll love them. So it’s worth it.”

Stiles charged Derek’s card and sent him a digital receipt before handing it back to him. “I guess I'll see you tomorrow?”

“At seven.” Derek agreed, nodding. “I’ll make sure to wear something nice since you’re picking the place and it’s going to be a surprise.”

Stiles flushed and his mind went straight into the gutter with no needed help. “Seven it is.”

Derek flashed him one of those smiles again that had Stiles’ knees wanting to buckle as Derek’s eyes crinkled at the corners. Derek waved at Stiles almost shyly before slipping into the Camaro and closing the door.

The car was gone before Stiles shook himself from his shock. He was going on a date with a hot dude tomorrow.

What the hell was he going to wear?

Fuck.

[alexanders-pokemon-adventure]

Foster island summer camp

Arrival

I should have teleported was all Alex could think as they limped off the boat to foster island. The many hours plane ride hadn’t been that bad from the Endless mountain region to the Hoenn . It was mostly sitting but… there had been more… walking than they had anticipated even with the taxi to the docks. Alex had not thought about how difficult and tiring it would be every time they stood to stay upright on the ever shifting ship. Since waking from their coma, there had been a heaviness to their body that Alexander had been unable to shake, even knowing that they had actually lost weight during there more than a month long slumber. Alex has started to become agitated by their bodies. Lack of ability to keep up with them. Even after all these weeks it felt to them they had not recovered as quickly as they hoped. Beyond Alexander‘s body, they had started to become agitated by how much help they needed and the constant mother Henning of their family and friends. So when the most diligent of Alexander’s loved ones, Derek had needed to return to Unova for two weeks to deal with work in their own life and Pokémon Alexander hatch a plan. Convince Derek that they would stay with their sister while they were gone all while in reality Alexander planned a trip to Foster Island. Logically they appreciated all the help that their friends and loved ones gave them but they hoped for a a few days were people were not poking and prodding at them. So Alex paid the sitter they usually hired to watch their house and the majority of their Pokémon and drove to the airport the same day Derek left.

The indignant and prideful part of Alexander did not want to admit the possibility that they had made a mistake. Two hours after arriving on Foster Island, they still sat on a wooden bench on the dock, unable to muster the strength to walk the path to the main building. They had not anticipated how much of the heat and humidity would have affected them, sapping more of their strength. Their claydol, Juegette drifted in the air above them, casting a shadow over Alexander and Nimbus their Castform in their hail form circled them in particles of snow, both Pokémon trying to alleviate their trainers discomfort. it was appreciated.

A part of Alexander was glad that the class they had agreed to teach for the summer camp did not start the first day if they ever managed to make it to their room, the rest of the day would be a sitting day. Alex was glad the ranger panel. They agreed to be a part of head seats.

As Alexander consider the humiliation of maybe having Juegette carry them to the main building when Alex saw two familiar figures approaching, and immediately told his Pokémon to knock it off. As a Nimbus settled in Alexander‘s lap, and juegette many eyes looked in many directions. Lynn fallowed by Ellisa( @adventures-on-foster-island ) reached them. The greetings began quickly and so did the questions. Why were you still at the dock? Why are you still here? How are you feeling? Alexander knew that Lynn and Ellisa saw the cane Alexander had it taken to carrying, knew they saw how bad they had blocked only a few short weeks ago and did their best to put them at ease.

With a grandiose jester, Alexander spread their arms wide towards the ocean and the skyline, and said in the voice more jovial, then Alex felt” you don’t gets view like this from the Endless Mountains, forgive me for indulging, perhaps a bit longer than I should have” they made their aching, heavy, stiff body rise from the bench, refusing to allow it to buckle or flinch in front of their friends” I do think I need to get ready for that ranger panel” Alex gesture down the path” walk with me?” They said grinning and made their body move

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tiny pumpkins

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50988967 by Winchesterek Stiles then busied himself helping a few others take several pumpkins to their cars before he sat down on a stack of hay bales. That’s when he saw him. The hottest guy that Stiles had ever laid eyes on was trailing behind two adorable kids who were practically frolicking through the patch. They were excited and giddy and Stiles heard their glee and wonder as they looked at all the different sizes and colors of pumpkins. Some huge, some tiny, and others that were perhaps the right size for their little hands. Words: 2125, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 4 of Sterek Fall Fest 2023, Part 1 of it started with pumpkins, Part 17 of Sterek Weekly Prompts Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Original Hale Character(s) (Teen Wolf) Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Everyone Is Alive, Farmer Stiles Stilinski, Park Ranger Derek Hale, Autumn, Pumpkins, pumpkin patch, Fluff, Meet-Cute, First Meetings, Kid Fic, Slice of Life, Uncle Derek Hale read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/50988967

[engie-ivy]

Forgot To Mention One Little Thing

Santa Baby - Eartha Kitt

Hope's family is always competing over who's most successful. Hope and Remus never cared much, but it might be an easy win when Remus shows up with a drop-dead gorgeous, rich and successful doctor on his arm.

Hope hates to admit it, but she doesn’t particularly enjoy seeing her sisters on Christmas. Joy and Faith can be... tiring. They always want to be better than each other, and better than Hope, a desire Hope never shared. Perhaps it’s because she’s the youngest, and never had the experience of having all the attention to herself, and then suddenly having to share it with two others, like Joy, or being the middle sister and never feeling quite special enough, like Faith.

Joy and Faith have always thought money and status was what would make them better, another thing Hope never shared, and her sisters have both married rich. They act derogatory about the fact that Hope’s Lyall is just a forest ranger, which is what they’ve been told, of course not knowing that when he patrols the woods, it’s usually to track down and capture illegally kept dragons that have escaped. Hope doesn’t know if Lyall was really asked to work on Christmas Day, or if he offered himself to avoid having to go to her sister’s Christmas party. She wouldn’t blame him.

“Hope, how lovely to see you!” Faith comes gliding towards her, wearing an elegant gown and excessive jewellery, making Hope feel severely underdressed in her plain skirt and blouse. “I’d like you to meet Isabel, my Connor’s new girlfriend.” She gestures towards a pretty blonde in a tight dress and lots of makeup, standing next to Faith’s son who’s wearing a business suit and a bored expression.

The blonde smiles and extends her hand, palm down. Hope blinks in confusion, thinking for a moment Isabel is expecting her to kiss her hand. Then she realises she’s showing off the ring on her finger.

“Oh,” Hope says. “That’s... lovely.”

“Connor gave it to me for Christmas last night,” Isabel says. “Isn’t it gorgeous? It’s a sapphire. As a Christmas gift, it’ll do. Of course, it needs to be a diamond when we get engaged.”

Hope smiles at Connor, but her nephew has taken his phone out of his pocket and hardly seems to notice. “You best be saving up then,” she says jokingly.

Faith squeezes her son’s arm. “Connor actually just made partner in the firm.”

Hope opens her mouth to congratulate him, but she’s interrupted by Carmen, her sister Joy’s daughter. “The ring matters, of course,” she says. “But not as much as the setting, like when my Derek rented out a private lounge at that exclusive restaurant for his proposal.”

Derek, wearing a posh cashmere sweater, steps up next to his wife with a smug smile.

“No doubt that my son will come up with something great when the time comes,” Faith says, while Isabel and Carmen give each other icy smiles. “Even with how busy he’s going to be now that he’s made a promotion.”

“I’m sure he will,” Joy says. “After all, Derek managed while he was well on his way towards becoming vice president.”

“So, Hope,” Faith says, with a deceptively light voice. “How’s Remus?”

“He’s well,” Hope replies.

“Really?” Joy says. “Is he still at his... ‘special’ school? I’ll reckon he’ll be moving back in with you and your husband after, as someone like him won’t be able to find a job anytime soon?”

“No, he actually graduated, and he’s now-” Hope begins, but she’s interrupted by Faith.

“Remus is her son,” Faith whispers to Isabel. Or well, whispers... She pretends to whispers, but it’s the kind of whisper that can be heard all across the room. “But he’s not quite right. He had to be send away to a school for ‘special’ people.”

Isabel clasps a hand over her mouth. “How tragic! It must be so hard dealing with that!”

“Not at all!” Hope quickly says. “Remus has always been a blessing.”

“When did you first find out something was wrong with him?” Isabel asks.

Hope opens her mouth to tell her that’s not true, and in any case not the way to phrase it, but she’s interrupted by Faith. “Oh, I knew the boy was off from the start! Weird, quiet, and sickly.”

“Oh my, I feel so sorry for you!” Isabel exclaims.

“Please,” Hope says. “You really don’t need to feel sorry at all.”

“She can’t help it,” Faith smiles. “Isabel is just such an emphatic person.”

Isabel waves her hand. “Oh, really, I just find it so sad that so many people are so less fortunate than I am!”

“I’m so sorry we’re late!” A voice suddenly sounds. Everyone looks up, and their jaws drop.

Remus has entered the room, and is hurrying towards them, his hair messy and wearing a cosy jumper. But his arrival isn’t what’s got people staring wide-eyed. No, all attention is fixed on the gorgeous man following him.

Now, Hope has seen Sirius in what they call ‘dress robes’, but apparently the man knows how to look impeccable in Muggle clothes as well. He’s wearing a fitted dress shirt that shows off his board shoulders with the top buttons undone, his long, dark hair is tied into a bun with a few strands falling elegantly over his face, creating a captivating contrast with the brightness of his eyes.

“Hi, mum.” Both boys give Hope a kiss on her cheek. Remus gives everyone a small wave, and Sirius gives everyone in the room his most dazzling smile, which in Sirius’ case is saying a lot, and he nods his head in everyone’s direction, which looks like some sort of bow that would’ve been awkward on anyone else, but Sirius, with his effortless elegance, makes it look graceful.

Joy and Faith are speechless, just gazing at the young man with flushed cheeks. Carmen is openly staring, which her husband probably would’ve minded, had he not been too busy checking Sirius out himself. Isabel’s mouth is hanging open as she’s also staring at Sirius, Connor giving both her and Sirius an annoyed glare.

“I take full responsibility for our tardiness,” Sirius says apologetically. “There was an emergency at the hospital, and they needed me.”

Joy is the first one to find her voice. “You’re... You’re a doctor?”

Sirius glances at Remus. Hope knows that Sirius doesn’t use the word ‘doctor’. He calls himself a Healer, but it’s rather similar, save the use of magic, of course. “Yes,” Remus says quickly. “Sorry, I don’t think you’ve all been introduced. This is Sirius, my boyfriend.”

“Are you really?” Faith raises her eyebrows sceptically.

“No, I’m not,” Sirius replies, but before Faith can look too smug, he wraps an arm around Remus’ waist and pulls him close against his side. “I’m his fiancé,” he says proudly.

“Oh,” Faith says faintly. “Hope didn’t tell us Remus had gotten engaged.”

Hope wants to say she would have, if her sisters would’ve actually cared enough to listen, but it’s Remus who answers first.

“We’ve gotten engaged in the summer,” Remus beams. “He proposed to me while we were staying at a castle in France.”

“A castle in France?!” Isabel exclaims, her hand flying up to her mouth.

“Now that’s romantic,” Carmen sighs, with an accusatory glance in her husband’s direction.

“It wasn’t as exorbitant as it sounds!” Remus says quickly. “It didn’t cost us any money or anything. Sirius’ family owns the castle.”

He means to downplay it, but it only succeeds in impressing everyone more.

“Your family owns a castle in France?” Connor asks, baffled.

“Several,” Sirius shrugs. “I guess being nobility also has some perks.”

“Nobility?” Isabel steps forward, twirling her hair around her finger and betting her eyelashes, while Connor grits his teeth.

Joy and Faith are speechless, and Hope can’t suppress a brief smug smile. When she notices Sirius can’t either, it hits her:

Sirius Black knows exactly what he’s doing.

While Remus is oblivious and just came for the obligatory visit to his aunts at Christmas, Sirius came with one goal and one goal only: to impress.

Sirius has heard stories about the way Hope’s sisters talk about Remus, and while Remus never seems to care much about them always putting him down, it really angers both Hope and Sirius. Sirius must’ve decided that, if Remus isn’t going to show his aunts just how accomplished he actually is, then Sirius will do it for him. And Sirius has assumed correctly that having a drop-dead gorgeous, rich and successful doctor on his arm is definitely a good step in that direction.

Hope chuckles softly. Her family won’t know what hit them when every ounce of that famous Sirius Black Charm is unleashed on them.

“I can tell you,” Sirius says. “While a castle is very romantic indeed for the occasional getaway, I much prefer our condo in London or our house on the countryside.”

“We’ve lived together in the condo in the city centre of London for a while,” Remus clarifies. “But we recently bought the house on the countryside to have more space for the dogs to run around.”

“We both love the buzz and excitement of downtown London, though,” Sirius says. “So we decided to keep the condo as well.”

“Real-estate right in the middle of London as an extra?” Derek asks incredulously.

“I thought it was a bit much as well,” Remus agrees. “But Sirius bought it from his uncle’s inheritance...”

“Only a small part of the inheritance at that,” Sirius adds.

“So it’s his choice,” Remus continues. “And I suppose he can always sell it if he ever really needs money.”

Sirius laughs. “Not that that’s very likely to happen, now that they’ve asked me to run the entire department.”

“Oh, wow,” Isabel sighs dreamily.

“I suppose some people don’t mind living off of someone else’s pocket,” Joy says coolly, whilst looking at Remus.

Sirius grins and pulls Remus tighter against him. “I certainly won’t mind letting Remus spoil me once he finally accepts that professor position he’s been offered three times.”

People stare, unable to match the ‘not quite right’ boy they were talking about to the young man standing in front of them who’s been offered a prestigious job multiple times and has a handsome, adoring fiancé on his arm.

Remus blushes and looks down at his feet. “I just want to gain more experience in the field before I start teaching.”

“Of course love,” Sirius kisses his cheek. “No pressure. I want you to do what makes you happy, and I’ll support you no matter what, you know that. I just don’t want you to reject the offer because you think you’re not good enough, because you are magnificent at what you do.”

Remus looks at Sirius like he hung the moon (well, maybe not the moon in Remus’ case, as he’s never been particularly fond of that), and Sirius stares back just as full of love and affection.

“You’re very lucky,” Faith says. “It’s almost too good to be true, for you to be with a man like this.”

She’s looking at Remus, clearly addressing Remus. Hope knows it, Sirius knows it, everyone knows it. However, Sirius decides to play dumb.

“I know, right?” Sirius answers the question instead. “I’ve been smitten with him since we were fifteen! Honestly, everyone knew, and since Remus never addressed it, I assumed it was because he didn’t feel the same. After school, I thought I could handle being roommates with him despite my unrequited crush. After all, I had managed being dorm mates with him for seven years.” Sirius laughs. “Well, I didn’t even last a week! All it took for me was waking up to the sight of Remus in an oversized jumper making pancakes while loudly singing along to the radio. I blurted out all my feelings right there and then. It was the happiest moment of my life when Remus said he was in love with me too. Until he agreed to be my husband.”

“I had no idea!” Remus exclaims. “I was truly shocked when Sirius just suddenly poured out his heart. I never thought I’d have a chance! I mean, look at him. He’s way too good for me. I still find it hard to believe, to be honest.”

“Hard to believe indeed,” Faith says.

“Right?” Sirius says, turning his head to Faith. All the love and affection have disappeared, and his expression has become ice-cold. “How can it be that someone as smart, accomplished, kind, and simply wonderful as Remus could’ve gotten the idea that he’s somehow less than others.”

Faith’s face turns red and she stares at the floor.

“Eh,” Joy breaks the silence that follows. “Maybe we should all go sit down at the dinner table?”

Everyone walks to the dining room, Connor grabbing Isabel’s arm and dragging her as far away from Sirius as possible.

Hope walks up next to Sirius and squeezes his hand. “Thank you,” she whispers.

Sirius smiles at her. “No problem. They’re my two greatest skills, after all. Dealing with rich, entitled family members, and gushing about Remus.”

[josjournal]

Put the Fire Out (Full Moon Ficlet #461 - Coyote)

Written for @fullmoonficlet

Stiles stood on the outcropping of rocks, staring down at the wall beneath him. He’d heard the yips and whimpers a few times throughout the morning. At first, he thought it was an animal passing close to his campsite, but he decided to investigate when it continued beyond. He’d visited the small cliff earlier in the day to eat his lunch while looking out over the small stream running below him.

Now, halfway up the cliff between where Stiles stood and the water, an animal curled. “Hey,” he called softly. The animal lifted its head and snarled at Stiles. He noticed blood on the leg the head had been covering, and he frowned. “You’re hurt,” he said, getting the same reaction. He knew better than to reach for an injured animal, but he didn’t want to leave it there to die.

A gleam caught his eye, and looking up, he spotted the ranger lookout tower. The glint came again, and he noticed someone standing on the balcony, looking in his direction with binoculars. Waving his hands over his head, he shouted out a greeting. The person raised a hand in a wave. Stiles started pointing over the edge of the rocks, hoping that the ranger could see the animal and perhaps lend some assistance.

Unfortunately, in his eagerness to draw the ranger’s attention to the animal, he neglected to pay attention to his own position and slipped off the edge of the small cliff. His life flashed before his eyes, and he was convinced he would die there in the middle of nowhere when he was jerked backward and landed against someone.

Instinctively, Stiles jerked his elbow backward and whimpered when it connected with an abdomen that felt like a brick wall. When the grip on him loosened, Stiles whirled around with his fists up, ready to fight. “Odd way to react to someone saving your life,” the man in a ranger’s outfit commented.

Dropping his arms, Stiles glared at him and then noticed the binoculars hanging around his neck. He looked over his shoulder at the lookout and found it empty. “Were you- No...couldn’t have been.” There was no humanly way that the man could’ve made it to him that quickly. “So, the animal is there,” he said when the guy only stared at him.

Dark eyebrows rose on his forehead, and Stiles waved towards the cliff again. The eyebrows rose higher. “Look, dude. Animal in trouble there.”

The guy closed his eyes and breathed loudly out of his nose before pinching the bridge between his fingers. “Derek. Not dude,” he said before dropping his hand and opening his eyes. Stepping forward, he gripped Stiles by the upper arms and lifted him off the ground, and shifted him sideways before setting him down again. “Now, I can get to the animal,” he said before kneeling and glancing over the side of the cliff.

“Hey, at least take me to dinner before manhandling!” Stiles scoffed once he’d recovered from the strength of the hands on his arms. He could still feel the warmth no matter how brief the contact.

Derek snorted as he stretched out on his stomach, reaching over the edge. He whispered softly and Stiles strained his ears but couldn’t make out the words, but they sounded a bit chiding instead of reassuring. He started to suggest Derek be a bit nicer when Derek sat up with a small coyote in his arms. Derek’s hand held gently to the muzzle as the coyote struggled slightly.

“Is it okay?” Stiles asked, studying the blood in its fur.

“She’s going to be fine,” Derek said, rising to his feet with ease. “I’m going to take her to the vet’s office just in case, though.”

“That’s smart,” Stiles said, watching Derek head back towards the trees.

“It should only take about ten minutes to get there and back,” he said.

“Okay,” Stiles responded, heading back to his campsite.

“Make sure to put your fire out so we can get that dinner,” Derek said, not turning around, and Stiles gaped at him. "You know so that I can manhandle you later.”

Stiles sputtered out a laugh as Derek disappeared. Stiles shook his head at himself. “He’s just joking, moron. There’s no way he’s seriously interested in you.”

Derek’s voice floated back to him through the trees from a distance that Stiles could barely hear him. “I’m completely serious.” Stiles gaped for only a minute before scrambling to put the fire out.

Cross-posted to AO3

[blue-eyed-banshee]

Sylvanas couldn't help but chuckle towards Elyssa. "Ever so the rookie who would playfully annoy me much like my sisters. Perhaps they were a bad influence on you." She replied in Thalassian with a slight smirk, referring to the past when things were great before the scourge came to their homeland.

Her long ears twitched ever so slightly at Jaina's question, which made her smile softly.

"You always did worry about how I would feel." She said, smiling softly as she rubbed a cold thumb over the back of Jaina's hand. She heard Jaina questioning herself through their telepathic bond via the necklace she had given her.

Don't be so hard on yourself, Dalah'surfal... if those people still disagree with your actions, they have Elyssa and I to deal with. You are an amazing lord admiral and my fiancéé.

Her voice had a slight purr about it but only she could hear it.

She stood close to Jaina before wrapping an arm around her waist and pulled her close, and gave her a kiss. "No, that's not necessary, I think it would be best if I met your family on their lands. Besides, I would love to officially see your homeland, Jaina."

She walked over to some chairs and sat across from Jaina, watching as people walked by occasionally giving glares or expressions of fear and she couldn't blame them for doing so. She focused her gaze on Jaina before she turned her head towards her ranger captain.

"Don't tease her, Elyssa. I happen to love it." She said in their native tongue with a smirk before she reached over for Jaina's free hand and she brought it up to her lips in a kiss.

She placed the other woman's hand down before she hummed in a scoff-like way.

"Even if Derek says something, I'm sure your mother and yourself can put him in his place as will I." She glanced at her dark ranger captain and then to Velonara with a nod. "That would depend on when Jaina would like to set sail. It is not only my decision." She then turned her gaze to Jaina.

"Elyssa, Velonara; could you two go find a ship? I need to speak with Jaina alone." She asked before Velonara nodded.

"I really don't mind going to Kul'tirias with you, surely you know this. If anyone attempts to throw me in irons again, so be it. But I will not go down without a fight."

Her blue eyes flashed as she spoke bitterly. "And if Derek says anything, let him. I will not falter nor give up, and I certainly will not give up on starting anew with you by my side." She said as blue eyes gently bore into ocean blue eyes.

"However, if you wish to set sail; you know I will support it. But there is another matter I wanted to speak to you about; when I raised Elyssa into undeath, I wanted to protect her like a daughter. That being said and call me motherly... but a thought popped into my min. Doo you think we could... adopt her at some point?" She asked hesitantly as she knew how silly the idea probably sounded to her fiancée. But even in death, she felt the need to protect and not just her people but Elyssa.

Sylvanas chuckled to herself when she saw which flavor Jaina chose. “Of course, it had sea salt.” She smirked before nudging Jaina teasingly. Her ears perked up when she heard Jaina tease her about not ‘running away.  “Please don’t encourage her...” She shook her head with a smile before her ears twitched upon hearing a familiar voice.

“Must you encourage them?” She chuckled before she furrowed her brow at the exchange her dark ranger captain had with her fiancee.  “I was the one who saved her from death, I just couldn’t leave her to die there..” She explained before Velonara noticed Sylvanas’ ears slightly flattened at the mention of what had happened in Icecrown citadel, but she smiled softly at the hug her fellow ranger exchanged with Jaina.  Sylvanas smiled widely at their exchange of hugs. “No hug for me, Elyssa?” She said chuckling. “And of course I’d have you three accompany us to Kul’tirias. We had plans to visit before...” Her eyes were somber, not even needing to say out-loud the event that had happened. “I just wonder how her brothers will react to the news... no doubt Derek will probably throw a fit but I’m prepared for whatever happens.” She smiled softly before she licked her own cone, owner had cast the spell Velonara has mentioned and she was actually able to taste the flavors as if she were alive again. 

[poetic-sinema]

Semblance: Two

A/N: It is a number of years later when Lou Taenaka encounters her former guitar instructor. He is still as calm and collected, but the semblance of attraction is undeniable.  

A Myles Kennedy student/teacher fanfic.

Warnings: It’s trash

Words: 1249

“Lou,” Vivienne called out in barely a whisper as she popped her head into the kitchen. 

I was the lone ranger today, holding down the fort on my own as my kitchen assistant had called in sick not a few hours ago and thus had me out of bed a little earlier than I would’ve liked. Given the late nights I’d been having, I’d left the opening of the store to Vivienne and have been coming in at noon for the past week. Fortunately for us, it was a slow Friday morning, giving me room to have a breather before the lunch crowd came in.

“Yeah?” I questioned, adjusting the speed to the stand mixer.

“There’s this cute guy at the counter,” She slid in, as if trying her hardest from not being heard or seen from the other side of the opaque door, “He’s kindda old so he’s all yours. Made sure he has no ring on the finger, so he’s safe.”

Vivienne, who’d been my floor manager and long time friend, had made it a habit out of reporting anomalies from across the counter since she started working. Anomalies from the weird guy talking to himself while she checked if he had a phone connected to him to the gentle giant she found cute ordering coffee every morning. Gentle giant turned out to have a name and soon ended up being her boyfriend of a year. 

“Are you doing this as a favor to me because you have Derek?” I quizzed, stopping the mixer and transferred the mixture of the three layered magic cake into the baking dish. Vivienne had taken it upon herself to try and set me up with any living being that came through the threshold of Dimitryi’s for a while now. 

“No!” She exclaimed taken aback at first, but then mellowed, “Yes…”

I laughed. 

“Seriously though, dude, he’s really cute. I’d trade Derek for him.” 

“No you wouldn’t.” I stated a matter-of-factly, turning to her after I popped the cake into the oven.

“No I wouldn’t and therefore I’m giving hot uncle person to you.” She grinned, leaning against the island, “Go and check him out for the love of god.”

There seemed to be little time to protest as she grabbed me by the arm and pushed the doors that connected the kitchen to the front of house and flung me out. Linda, the barista, snickered as I scampered to regain full control of my body. For the second time in two days, the sight of familiarity hit me.  

“Mr. Kennedy?” My greeting came more as a question as my eyes lingered on the brunette on the other end of the counter. 

He looked up from the bread display, his eyes dressed in shades as his hair fell back into place, “Hi.”

“So I’m guessing the guitar thing didn’t last for very long?” Mr. Kennedy asked, setting down the coffee I’d brought him from his lips. 

Trust him to know how short my attention span was as a child. He had been friends with James since god could remember and the only reason I’d decided that I wanted to take guitar lessons was because he was possibly the coolest person to have existed in my life then. He was in a band, and he was recording stuff, and he made music videos, and that to a ten year old gave you credibility by association. 

“I clearly wasn’t the best student you ever had.”

He laughed, the lines on his eyes thinning, “You weren’t my worse.”

I smiled, unable to shake off the sense of familiarity that he brought. 

It was sooner rather than later that we’d fall into an awkward silence. I cursed myself for being a better narrator than a conversationalist. The ten-year-old me would’ve liked to believe that perhaps I could’ve carried a decent conversation at 24. I guess I’d disappointed both of us. 

In all of our silence, I started to realize that Mr. Kennedy had eyes the bluest of blue that could’ve distracted a ship from its course. The lines around his lips seemed more intricate than before when he smiled. His arms filled out into his sleeves, no longer the mass of flesh and bones barely there like how he was when he taught me. The years have evidently been kind to him. 

“You’re still really good at having conversations in your head,” he spoke, breaking me away from the further progression of my thoughts. His tone seemed to be filled with a semblance of adoration, like the fifteen years we’d spent not knowing a thing about each other didn’t exist.  

I couldn’t help but light up, “Don’t tease me.”

“This place is nice, though,” Mr. Kennedy said, lifting his eyes up to inspect the décor, “I wouldn’t have imagined you’d end up here.”

“Where did you imagine I’d end up?”  

“You were a really good writer as a kid,” He shrugged, “You practically aced all the assignments I’d given you that didn’t actually involve any work on the instrument. I thought you would’ve ended up doing journalism or something.”

See, now, this was where I’d truly enjoyed going for guitar lessons, and it was to not have to deal with a guitar at all. I had some vague awareness that I wasn’t as good on the instrument as my peers were, this was of course in addition to the fact that I wasn’t one to practice as much as others. I didn’t have any drive as a kid, even when my interest was piqued, and that became a downfall especially in the department of academics. 

Mr. Kennedy picked up my momentum, or lack thereof, pretty soon into lessons, so once he figured that I was probably impossible to teach the conventional way, he started using a different technique to get me interested in the instrument again, and that was to make me write stuff down that could potentially turn into something he could decently assemble into a song. I was essentially the most talented lyricist under the age of ten in all of Spokane in the summer of 2001. At least I’d like to believe so. 

Oddly enough, I had zero to no recollection of what I’d actually written, “Didn’t I used to write about ducks and stuff?”

“You don’t remember?” He asked, taken aback.

“I barely remember what I had for breakfast yesterday.”

“Drinker, are we?” He jested, reducing me to a little chuckle.  

“I haven’t written in so long,” I ran my hands through my hair, “Not since running this place. The only thing that comes close to a decent composition seems to be the emails I’m firing to the caterers for Bran’s wedding.”

“Shame, you would’ve been great.”

“Yeah,” I blinked, my eyes drifting from his face to his hands, placed neatly next to his coffee.

“I think I better let you get back to running this joint,” He spoke, breaking me from reverie, “I’m sorry to have been a bother.”

I looked at him incredulous, “You have been anything but. Where you headed to after this?”

“Soundcheck, the gig’s tonight.” He answered, gathering his things as we both got up.

“Hug for luck?” I asked, surprised at myself for suggesting such an intimate parting. 

It was good that he didn’t hesitate though, because I would’ve wanted to dig a hole and crawl right into the earth’s crust if that happened. Instead, he dove in and murmured, “Need all that I can get.”

[nicole-goddessofloki]

The film & animal protection

Do you recognize the following: It’s easy to choose out a series to watch on Netflix, but finding a good film is quite a challenge! May I tip you Holiday in the Wild, starring Kristin Davis & Rob Lowe? Even though you might think it’s just an ordinary Christmas movie after you have seen the first scene, but I can tell you: it’s not. After her husband has left her, Kate (Kristin Davis) takes the second honeymoon to Africa herself, what she actually had planned as a surprise for her husband. There she meets Derek Holliston (Rob Lowe, doesn’t he look like Robert Downey Jr?), her pilot for doing some sightseeing in Zambia. Together they help saving a baby orphan elephant who just lost his mother due poaching. The animals and especially the baby elephants are the ones who are going to make your heart melt during this film!

The film states that we, the humans are the most dangerous species living on this planet. I do agree with that and it’s absolutely sad that there’s still animal cruelty happening such as poaching. Humanity also comes with a large group of heroes, and fortunate this group is getting larger and larger. Heroes that live for their goal of rescuing the involved animals. This film sets its light on the elephants who after their futures seemed to be stolen, were found and rescued by Game Rangers International (GRI), a non-profit organisation established in Zambia. Also most of the scenes of this film were filmed at GRI. On their website I read that lead actress Kristin Davis once helped in the rescue of a orphaned elephant in Kenya, an event this film was inspired by. Kristin has a heart for animals and with that I think she surely sets the right example. She became a Patron to the Sheldrick Wildlife Trust. On both the named sites above you can donate or digitally adopt a elephant, for giving these wonderful projects a financial support! This film has inspired me to do so, it’s the only thing I can do from the other side of the world.

Normally I’m not that into Netflix films, also I’ve kind of had it with those simple Christmas films (perhaps I should give Last Christmas a chance) but I already shared that Holiday in the Wild is not really a Christmas movie. Holiday in the Wild definitely is worth the watch. I think especially romantic people, creative people and of course animal lovers will love it!

More about the film, animal rescue & a bit The Lion King on the blog!

[thesportssoundoff]

“The Art Of Doing SOMETHING” An Analysis of the Mets-Mariners Trade

Joey

December 3rd

Tomorrow the Mets are going to hold a press conference to welcome New York to all star closer Edwin Diaz and reintroduce New York to an old friend in multiple time all star 2B Robinson Cano. In exchange for Cano and Diaz, the Mets basically salary dumped some bad decisions (Jay Bruce and Anthony Swarzak) while also giving up three prospects in Jarred Kelenic, Justin Dunn, and Gerson Bautista. I'm not a Mets fan so I can't tell you if those prospects are great or not and it'd also be pretty patronizing to hit those grieving Mets fans with a "Prospects bust all the time" speech. Giving up young talent to get old talent you're unsure of always hurts in sports so if you're hurting, you've got my fan sympathies.

I'd like to talk about this trade from a few fronts, beginning with Robinson Cano aka a guy who should've never left to begin with. When Derek Jeter's glory years were winding down in 2011 and onward, it was Robinson Cano who had emerged as the best player on a team of major names. With A-Rod, Teixeira, Sabathia, Jeter and whatever big names Cashman was pulling off the scrap heap, it was Cano who was without question the Yankees star. He didn't have the big personality of A-Rod or the quiet confidence of Jeter but he exuded star power and still boasts one of the greatest left handed swings I've ever seen. Defensively he was easily the most fluid and fun 2nd basemen of my generation with an NFL QB-esque legendary quick release. In 2011, he won the Home Run Derby and ensured that Yankees fans would forever hate the KC Royals when the Royals fans buried Cano during an 0-fer in the same event the next year. The idea of Cano playing elsewhere when he was the heir apparent to the Jeter/Mattlingly throne seemed insane and yet Cano's first taste of free agency led to him signing a massive deal with the Mariners. Even if Cano was never truly worth it for Seattle, letting him go remains one of the biggest Yankees snafus ever made worse by the fact that they panic attacked in the face of a potential rebuild and spent the Cano money on the likes of Jacoby Ellsbury, Brian McCann and NEARLY Shin-Soo Choo. Cano in Seattle never felt right, never looked right and while he was ultra productive, it never really took Seattle anywhere and Cano never really was the brand carrier for the Mariners. Perhaps it was a case of just being overshadowed by the likes of King Felix and Nelson Cruz. The fact Cano missed 80 games due to a PED suspension is disappointing as well and I bet that did little to endear him to the Mariners brass.

The second is about the end result here. Chances are the Mets will regret this deal as they're the ones taking on a 36 year old middle infielder who is defensively slipping, coming off a season married by controversy and boasts a massive major contract. The all in all end result here is the Mets will eventually wind up dealing Edwin Diaz (likely for a similar haul due to the lack of extra control offset by the lack of Cano in the deal) and they'll be stuck with Robinson Cano's deal. Sometimes risks don't work out but risks for much older players NEVER work out. At the same time, this is very much about winning right now and the Mets are a better team now. Any team with their stable of arms (even if they are flirting with trade deals) will probably be competitive, aided by the addition of a tremendous closer. They're probably going to keep adding to the bullpen (David Robertson maybe?) and the Mets will probably continue to try and some additional relief help. A 3-4-5 of Cano, Michael Conforto and Todd Frazier isn't going to horrify teams but it's reputable and it can even better if the likes of Yoenis Cespedes gets healthy and Jeff McNeil proves not to be a fluke. It's a win now move but conversely, what's necessarily the WORST thing about that?

The Mets for the past few years have been neither a have nor a have not. They've been on a steady decline since their World Series run, neither dipping into a full rebuild nor throwing themselves into a full reload either. They lived in limbo, mocked by others for lacking a direction or a defining voice/vision while being hated by their fans. While the Yankees rebuilt for a year (really just six months) then reloaded with some timely emerges, the feeling was the Mets were squandering the careers of their aces by never committing to either building around them or trading them off entirely. This yo yo act hurts not just the Mets but New York as a whole since both teams being good is always better for baseball. Brodie Van Wagenen came in talking like competing was not going to be some down the line long play but something he envisioned could happen right away. He talked openly about the idea that the Mets can compete right away without the long painful rebuild road. The Yankees (and Rangers) prove that New York fans can understand a rebuild but Mets fans are a different bunch of guys entirely. They HAD their rebuild, a few years of fun and then this limbo rebuild now. I don't blame Brodie for wanting to get there quicker because this fanbase needs it perhaps more than any other fanbase in the MLB right now outside of the Reds (who are also in the Mets mode of spending) or the Mariners (who are now engaging on yet another rebuild). I can maybe knock his vision or his lack of patience but I can't knock the hustle of going for it. I can't bemoan a guy who isn't trying to become the latest GM who spends a few years trying to rebuild something broken, gets fired for it and then watches the next guy reap the rewards of what he did. Maybe this doesn't work out and he ends up getting ousted anyways but shouldn't you go down swinging? The Mets weren't going to be in on Machado, Harper, Corbin or any of the big names of this year's off season class. This requires creativity and they got creative even if it means taking on a massive deal. I know "DO SOMETHING!" is a bad way to approach a deal but the Mets really HAD to do something, especially when your crosstown rivals are about to potentially gift wrap the likes of Manny Machado, Patrick Corbin and Adam Ottavino to their fans. This is one of the rare cases where something truly is better than nothing.

The last part ties all of this up and represents why the Mets going for it should be rewarded. Even if you don't like the trade, you have to at least like the fact that there's something to talk about. This offseason is feeling eerily reminiscent to last year where the proverbial Hot Stove never lit up and we had to deal with talks of collusion. With even more elite talent on the market, the year's off to a pretty slow start if you remove Seattle from the mix. Part of this is just the nature of the long off-season and the winter meetings upcoming but another part of it is the adoption of unofficial official tanking in baseball. MLB is in a weird spot where there's six teams who can realistically and honestly say they're contenders, six or so teams that are teetering on the verge of making the necessary moves to become contenders and then a whole bunch of teams that are either looking at a soft rebuild ("We'll see where it takes us and if we struggle, it's going to be a BOGO deal") or are flat out embracing a long term rebuild. That doesn't make baseball fun nor does it make it more engaging for the casual fans. As a Yankees fan, I applaud the Mets for trying to win now in an era where teams are either already winning or preparing to win sometime after the next Presidential election. In an era of a lot of teams doing a lot of nothing, I'll at least root for the Mets for doing SOMETHING.

[p-antalons]

dex and shitty being the most insufferable bruins fans ever perhaps… new york rangers enthusiast derek nurse? tango enjoying the devils recent success. lardo in a bruins beanie. chowder somehow finding another sharks fan in caitlin as if he didn’t pick a school in new england (home of lobsters and some other things)

i don’t think we talk enough about omgcp characters in terms of being fans of real teams. whiskey is almost definitely an arizona coyotes fan. how is he dealing with the arena mess

[lupuslxna]

ABOUT THE MUSE:

♡ GENERAL ♡

NAME: Derek S. Hale NICKNAMES:  Der,  Der-bear, sourwolf.... GENDER:  male AGE:   22 (S1-S3B), 23 (S3B-S4) BIRTHDAY:   7th of November 1988 OCCUPATION:  High School Student(formerly); Member of the Hale Pack(formerly); Alpha of the Hale Pack(formerly); (Member of the McCall Pack  ?)

♡ APPEARANCE ♡

EYE COLOR:  Hazel HAIR COLOR:  black HEIGHT: 1,83cm SCARS: None, since he has accelerated healing, no scars are left upon his skin. Which is a good thing, otherwise he would be maimed and falling apart. OVERWEIGHT:  No UNDERWEIGHT: No

♡ FAVORITE ♡

COLOR:  black, green and maroon... ANIMAL/S:  This is actually a secret *shhh* Derek is quite the animal lover. Dogs, cats,horses... MOVIE/S:  He is not crazy about movies, in his younger days he did like watching whatever his peers did (the fantasy movies made him often snort and roll his eyes xD), now as he is older he simply watches whatever he stumbles upon-prefers reading books tbh. and is not a big on technology much (you know like laptops/pc’s, ...phones...TV... :’D ) TV SHOW/S:  Supernatural (Laura and he used to watch it), Ninja Turtles, Power Rangers, Batman....Derek used to watch tv more when he was younger, but after the fire- not much at all. FOOD:  As long as it has meat...he will be fine with it. He prefers for the food to be prepared with fresh ingredients, no junk food tho because he can taste the old oil-used again and again...ect DRINK: tea/coffee, water with a pinch of lemon/orange and ofc Hot chocolate!(has a bittersweet meaning for him too) BOOKS:  Since his father had been quite a bookworm himself, Derek had picked up those traits after him mostly (this is my HC about his father btw), and it was his father who introduced him to the beauty of diving into a new world once one picked up a book. It is only after he lost his dad, that he started to pick up books more complex, and tried to go for the stories of the supernatural-only that Talia stopped him from devouring them, wanted him to have a sliver of ‘normal’ life as a boy- so he mostly read anything Shakespear to the more modern literature. As a teen he also liked Comics, not gonna lie here. So Derek is a lover of the old, of the poetic, of the dramatic (yes he also reads romance but shhh).

♡ HAVE THEY ♡

PASSED UNIVERSITY:  Wanted to-actually it was Laura who pushed him to get more done than just his GED, but in the end did not go beyond it yet. For a while he had it in his mind to look up ways to become perhaps an archivist, translator, (he actually did Book reviews thanks to Laura), Proofreader...you see where I’m going here xD HAD SEX:  yep HAD SEX IN PUBLIC:  yes GOTTEN PREGNANT:  *looks at Derek* If muscle build like that could be counted as getting ‘pregnant’ they yes...otherwise nope lol KISSED A BOY:  yep KISSED A GIRL: yep GOTTEN TATTOOS:  Yes, one! HAD A BROKEN HEART:  Oh my gosh....YES...triple yes.. BEEN IN LOVE:  Yep, this lad opens his heart quicker than one might think- but due to his past he forces it to shut tight and does not carry much of a trust for it. STAYED UP FOR MORE THAN 24 HOURS: oh definitely

♡ ARE THEY ♡

A VIRGIN: no A KISSER:  yes SCARED EASILY:  No JEALOUS EASILY:  yep TRUSTWORTHY: yep IN LOVE: Anything is possible SINGLE: verse dependent (but for now in my HC - yes, single pringle)

♡ RANDOM QUESTIONS ♡

HAVE THEY HARMED THEMSELVES:  yes THOUGHT OF SUICIDE: yep ATTEMPTED SUICIDE: No, Laura interfered with the line of thoughts. WANTED TO KILL SOMEONE:  yep DROVE A CAR:  yep HAVE/HAD A JOB:  verse dependent HAVE ANY FEARS:  Don’t we all?

♡ FAMILY ♡

SIBLINGS: Cora Hale (sister), Laura Hale † (sister)- Known in canon; PARENTS: Talia Hale † (mother), my own HC- Aaron Hale † (father) CHILDREN:  nope PETS:  None as of far 

Tagging:    ANYONE!!Just do it if you ever wanted to reply few of these, or get yourself to think a bit deeper about your muse :D

Tagged by: my lovely and sweet Bay @volitardor ♥♥♥*thank yuu*

[butsomeofusarelookingatthestars]

Could u pls do something where u and Luke have been together since his Ranger days and ur basically a married couple but he doesn't see that ur hinting that he should propose and maybe one day u see the team and they're just like Luke wtf u playing at! 😂😂

God, I can really see this happening! Garcia would definitely give him a hard time! Enjoy

About Time

Fandom: Criminal MindsPairing: Luke Alvez x ReaderPrompt: Request

Description: You and Luke had been together for what felt like forever…but he still needed a little push from his team to realise what he needed to do.

“There’s been an accident.”

A stray tear slipped from your eye, slowly trailing down your face as you gripped onto Luke’s hand tightly. Only his touch could ground you right now. The soft beeping of the heart monitor almost soothing as you watched the rise and fall of his chest.

Seeing someone as strong as Luke look so vulnerable was terrifying. His eyelids fluttered as the pain medication rendered him unconscious. It was rare to see him looking this peaceful.

You gently caressed his face, calming him as you traced his strong jawline delicately. He murmured quietly in his sleep as you lightly brushed your lips against his.

“He’ll be okay.”

You glanced up at Spencer, forcing a small smile onto your face. You were so grateful for his reassurance. He tentatively reached out to place a warm hand on your shoulder – the affectionate gesture comforting.

“Thanks Spencer.” You looked up at him, patting his hand softly – thanking him for his kind support. The hurt in his eyes let you know he felt almost as bad as you did right now. After all, he had been the one to see Luke get shot. He was also the one who had remained with him the entire time, refusing to leave his side as he ensured that his friend received the best care possible.

As the frantic words of Emily rang through your head, you shuddered at the fear they had provoked in your heart. It had been the moment you had dreaded, receiving a call to tell you that Luke was hurt. But, it could have been a lot worse.

Your throat constricted at the thought of losing your boyfriend. It had been justifiably your worst fear when he had been in the 75th Ranger Regiment. It seemed almost cruel that he had survived Iraq only to be injured now.

You thought the sleepless nights and constant worrying had ended when he had been discharged from the army. Then, he joined the FBI. The Fugitive Task Force had been a different type of strain on your relationship – the long hours, frequent travel…the constant danger. But he wouldn’t have been your Luke if he wasn’t trying to help others.

You glanced down at him, pushing his messy curls back from his face as you tenderly ran your hands through his hair. It was strange to think that you had been together for so long.

Years had passed by, but it only seemed like yesterday the cocky young man from the Bronx had sweettalked you into going on a date with him. You never would have expected an outing at mini-golf to have turned into a loving committed relationship. But, here the two of you were remaining strong after years and years together.

“You know when he first asked me out I thought he was kind of an asshole.”

Spencer chuckled softly at your words, grateful for your attempt to lift the atmosphere. Even though the doctors had said Luke would make a full recovery, waiting for him to wake up was still nerve-wracking. The silence that filled the room only caused him to replay the horrific scenes over and over again in his head.

“I’m being serious Spencer.” You laughed softly, grinning at the thought of the countless times you had turned him down. Back then, you had been reluctant to go out with someone with Luke Alvez’s reputation. It had only been once you had seen the sweeter side to him that you had finally agreed to give him a chance.

Volunteering at the local animal shelter was the thing that gave him his shot with you. Something you were all too keen to remind him about from time to time.

“He had been out with practically every girl in the neighbourhood, breaking their hearts in the process.” Another tear dripped down your face as the emotion of the situation finally caught up with you.

It had been such a long journey to get here – the fact the love of your life could have ripped away so easily petrified you.

“I was just waiting for the right one.”

The sound of Luke’s gruff voice made both you and Spencer jump in surprise. He squeezed your hand gently as his eyes gazed at you dazedly.

“My ears were burning.” A playful grin spread across his face at your scowl and Spencer’s delighted smirk. Normally, his teasing comment would have earned him a playful hit on the arm. But, you were too scared to touch him given his injuries.

“It’s not funny Luke. You could have been killed.” You protested exasperatedly, sighing heavily as you saw him bite back a smile. Why did he have to make a joke out of everything? He rubbed his thumb across the back of your hand soothingly as flashed you a charming smile.

“I’m fine.” He replied, his voice calm and reassuring. “Thanks to Spencer.” He nodded towards the younger agent, extremely appreciative of his help in the field.

He turned back to you, his eyes softening as he caught sight of your tear-stained cheeks.

“I hate seeing you cry.” He slowly lifted his hand, gently caressing your face as he wiped away the remainder of your sadness.

A peaceful moment of silence filled the room as the three of you let the relief of the fortunate turn of events sink in. Luke had been extremely lucky.

You all glanced at the door as it opened to reveal the rest of the team, small smiles playing on their faces as they greeted their injured colleague. Rossi patted you gently on the shoulder as he stood behind you. All the team knew you fairly well given yours and Luke’s deep history and their presence had been a great comfort to you as you had sat in the waiting room with them.

JJ smiled kindly at you as she inclined her head. The blonde agent had been particularly caring towards you, knowing all-too-well the pain you were experiencing at seeing your loved one hurt in the line of duty.

Garcia entered last flashing you all a sheepish smile as she took in Luke’s wounded form and all the machines hooked up to him. The bubbly blonde had always been extremely nice towards you, but her emotions towards your boyfriend were incredibly complicated given the fact he had replaced her beloved Derek Morgan.

“It’s good to see you awake Newbie.”

Luke’s eyebrows shot up at the kindness in Garcia’s voice. He jokingly thought that perhaps he should have been shot earlier, if it would have gotten him in her good books.

You laughed softly, pressing a tender kiss to his cheek before you stood up.

“Now that I’ve seen you’re alive and you have good company, I’d best go home to check on Roxy. She’s been by herself all day.” You explained, smirking at the incredulous expression on Luke’s face.

“You’re leaving me for a dog?”

You giggled at the mock outrage in his tone, ruffling his hair as you reminded him that Roxy was in fact your substitute child. Besides, she would never make you sick with worry…unlike Luke.

The sound of the door opening once again made you all glance at the nurse who entered. A bright smile spread across her face as she approached Luke’s bedside.

“Oh, it’s good to see you up Agent Alvez.” She told him cheerfully, humming as she adjusted his pain medication. “You gave your poor wife quite the fright.”

Luke felt your posture tense, glancing up at you in confusion as you slipped your hand from his, drifting it to your shoulder to nervously adjust your bag. Your shook your head at her words, forcing a small smile onto your face.

“Oh no, I’m not his wife.” You told her, mentally chiding yourself for your failed attempt to inject false joyfulness into your voice. “Just his girlfriend.”

The words stung painfully and you could feel your composure slipping slightly, so you quickly made your excuses – placing a gentle kiss on Luke’s lips and bidding the team farewell as you rushed out of the hospital.

Luke frowned in confusion as he watched the door slam after you. Perhaps you were just emotional from all the day’s traumatic events. However, after the nurse left, he found himself even more bewildered by the judgmental looks his colleagues were shooting him.

“What?”

His question was greeted by a chorus of scoffs and eye rolls.

Rossi clapped a hand on his shoulder as he sat down in your vacant seat.

“For a profiler, you can be pretty stupid Alvez.” He muttered quietly, shaking his head at Luke’s obliviousness to his own girlfriend’s feelings.

Luke gaped at his insult, truly bewildered by his team members sudden change of behaviour.

“Yeah, the average couple usually gets engaged after around one to two years of dating.” Reid chipped in, rubbing his chin thoughtfully at his friend’s relationship problems.

His fact completely stunned Luke. He had never really considered the thought of marriage. It just hadn’t crossed his mind – particularly given the stressful and volatile nature of his work. Perhaps he had taken your strong relationship for granted.

You had never really voiced your opinion on the subject of marriage. He hadn’t even realised it was a big deal for you. Wasn’t it just a piece of paper?

He just assumed that you always knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. You were the only one for him. How could you think anything different?

A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he rubbed his face exasperatedly, all the subtle hints you had made over the past few years suddenly coming flooding back to him. God, he was so stupid.

“She’s my wife in all but name.” He murmured under his breath, almost forgetting about the team’s presence in his room. He only thoughts were of you.

“You’re punching well above your weight with Y/N Newbie.” Garcia’s insistent voice made him jump in surprise, glancing at her as she plonked herself down on the foot of his bed. “Lock her down while she’s still insane enough to love you.”

The softness in her eyes and the playful grin on her lips told him she was only teasing him, but he still shot her a disbelieving glare. The rest of the team murmured in agreement at her words, urging him to realise what he had to do.

He nodded slowly, muttering about how he would make it up to you. It seemed like he had a question to ask.

A firm hand on his other shoulder pulled him from his thoughts. Tara glanced down at him, a smirk spreading across her face as she took in his furrowed brow and look of pure concentration.

“Alvez, don’t you dare propose from your hospital bed.”

Luke huffed as he sulkily sank back into the uncomfortable hospital pillows. He supposed he could wait until he was home to ask you, perhaps even plan something special.

Actually, on second thought…

“Reid, find me the nurse. I need my discharge papers.”

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Orcs and Goblins and Barbarians, Oh My!

@benaya-trash | AO3

So this turned into a bit of a monster… I planned on 5k and it ended up being 7k+… oh well! I may follow this up with the next part after the Keep at some point–who knows! Hopefully this hits the spot ;)

Explicit/NC-17 - graphic violence, blood, gore, nsfw

Stiles, the half-elf Thief, doesn’t quite know what to make of his new bedroll companion and party member: Derek, the human Barbarian. He especially doesn’t know what to make of his whole cuddling thing.

Between the warmth from the campfire and the hulking mass of muscle currently treating him as the little spoon, Stiles was broiling to death. If that wasn’t enough insult to injury, Allison and Scott definitely thought that everyone else was asleep and the two were canoodling just across the fire from him. Fortunately, the fire’s light blocked the majority of what the Ranger and Cleric were doing, and so Stiles just had to breathe through the sounds of tinkling giggles and the shushing from Scott. Realistically, he knew the couple had been doing this all along, and he was lucky enough that it wasn’t during his watches—perhaps they had known well enough to keep him in the dark. Lydia, who was actually on watch, was far enough away from the duo that she didn’t have to unwittingly overhear. The mage was smart enough to know it was happening, however.

Jackson rolled onto his back and snored louder, momentarily causing a disruption all around the camp: Allison and Scott froze, Stiles’ eyes popped back open just as he’d been successfully dozing off, and Derek shuffled closer to the Thief, arm snaking around his waist and pulling him in tight to the Barbarian’s naked chest. A puff of warm breath on the back of Stiles’ neck made his hair stand up on end and he cringed forward as a nuzzle followed it up.

See, it wasn’t as though Stiles was a prude: he liked revealing costumes on women, and he especially loved the dresses the mage, Lydia, wore that showed off her legs. The thing was that Derek was a burly, muscly Barbarian that swung a greatsword around and got covered with blood and guts during every single encounter they had. He was rude, spoke rarely and when he did he was gruff, seemed to think that he was the leader here even though Scott was most decisively their party leader, and he was hotter than the gods damned sun. The worst part, arguably this only stood for Stiles, was that since Allison and Scott were a couple and Lydia and Jackson had been together since the dawn of time, that left only one other bedroll for the Barbarian to share in with. That happened to be Stiles’ bedroll, thank you very much.

See, the party allowed one bedroll per two party members to cut down on the gear they had to haul around. Which made perfect sense to Stiles, but even still, he was less than enthusiastic about his current partner. At least he was human. See, Stiles had shared with a gnome before and he was not down with that. They also had interviewed a half-orc that had been much more disgusting than the Barbarian snuggling with the Thief now. So, while Stiles could appreciate the silver lining of his situation, he still was less than keen on the Barbarian he’d only met a week prior.

Stiles managed to somehow drift off into an uncomfortable nap between Jackson’s incredibly loud snore and the time when Scott shook him awake for his watch. He had volunteered for the last watch, preferring to either be up early or stay up late rather than taking the split shift watch, the way that Allison and Scott seemed able to do without having any repercussions. He did wonder how they did it. His eyes shot open and the hilt of his small blade hidden beneath his side of the pillow was in his hand, flashing up toward Scott’s throat before he had time to process what was happening. Once he had, and Scott’s understanding smile was seen hovering above him, he lowered the blade and tucked it away once more. A quiet grumble of thanks and he waved off the Cleric, allowing him to get back to bed.

It took some time to extricate himself, as the more he slipped from the Barbarian’s grasp, the more the sleeping man seemed to find ways to tighten his grip on the Thief. Finally, by peeling the man’s beefy hands from him, he was released, and Derek curled in on the empty space left in the bedroll, faceplanting into the part of the pillow Stiles had vacated. Filthy bed stealer. After that Stiles took his waterskin and his tools to give his hands something to do while he kept watch.

The morning was cool, and a fine mist rolled through the region, making the silhouettes of trees appear spookier than they actually were during the midday sun. It was still dark, and once Stiles left the cocoon of warmth and light from the fire, he found himself at a slight advantage: the half elf was able to see better in the dark than in the dim lighting of the camp. His watch was uneventful and between the early morning wake ups of Scott and Lydia, he wasn’t alone for very long. Not that they were talkative when they were going over their spells for the day, but at least they were up and moving around.

The remainder of the day left Stiles dreading the coming night where he would once again be curled up in a bedroll that was supposed to be his own, but instead he was giving over more than half of the space to the brutish Barbarian they had added to their party. So, when the day of traveling across the foothills in the direction on what they at least thought was their objective was complete, Stiles decided that volunteering for two shifts of watches was a great idea. No one commented, they just thanked him for doing that and Derek went off to snore away in Stiles’ bedroll again.

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Will There Ever Be Another FRIDAY THE 13TH Film?

Between 1980 and 1989, Paramount Pictures released eight Friday the 13th movies, a rate of almost one per year. Such a schedule for a horror film franchise is hardly extraordinary; the first seven Saw movies came out annually between 2004 and 2010, and a Paranormal Activity movie came out every year between 2009 and 2015, only skipping over 2013. So, why has it been almost 10 years since the last time we saw Jason Voorhees on the big screen? Is it really so hard to find a big stuntman to put on a hockey mask and chase a bunch of teenagers around a desolate camp ground?

Theoretically, no, but there are reasons. Let’s look at them step-by-step.

  Friday the 13th Part 1: A Series of Unfortunate Events

For the record, work has been ongoing on some sort of Friday the 13th script since shortly after the release of the 2009 reboot. A horror hit collecting $94.1 million at the worldwide box office on a $19 million budget, a sequel was put swiftly in development, and a release date of August 13, 2010 scheduled. August 2010 came and went though with no sequel, which producer Brad Fuller blamed on the economic climate at the time with the two studios that owned the rights to Friday – Paramount and New Line Cinema – looking to streamline their release slate.

It would be a couple of years before Friday fans would get another bite of the apple. In 2013, it was announced that the rights for Friday the 13th had reverted back to Paramount in a deal with New Line parent company Warner Bros. Basically, in exchange for the option to co-produce Christopher Nolan’s Interstellar, Warner gave up their portion of the rights to Friday as well as a potential South Park movie follow-up to Bigger, Longer, and Uncut, for five years. According to Derek Mears, the man who played Jason in the 2009 reboot, it seemed like a new Friday was a foregone conclusion.

But then there was the game of musical release dates. Paramount marked May 13, 2016 as the release date for the Friday the 13th follow-up. Then it was moved to January 13, 2017. And then October 13, 2017. Obviously, there was no release of a Friday the 13th movie on either of the Friday the 13ths last year, and to anyone reasonable skilled at arithmetic knows, that window of sole ownership of the Friday rights is about to come to an end for Paramount.

And now, there’s a new wrinkle.

    Friday the 13th Part 2: Too Many Lawyers

According to Friday the 13th lore, producer/director Sean S. Cunningham wanted to make something in the vein of John Carpenter’s Halloween, and all he had in mind was a title: Friday the 13th. It was Victor Miller who wrote a script called A Long Night at Camp Blood, a working title for what eventually would be the first Friday, about a group of camp counselors murdered by a grieved mother seeking revenge for son’s unfortunate drowning. His name was Jason, and the movie takes place on his unfortunately timed birthday.

Miller didn’t have much to do with any of the Friday the 13th sequels, but his name is very much in the news now with a matter before the courts that could either see a new Friday movie go forward, or see the franchise broken down for parts. Miller is looking to reclaim the rights to Friday the 13th using an amendment to the Copyright Act in 1976 that allows authors, or their heirs, to terminate a grant of rights and reclaim ownership of their written work. If successful, Miller would get the rights to Friday, and could pursue another deal and another direction for the franchise.

But not so fast, says Cunningham’s legal team. Papers they’ve filed in federal court says that it was the producer that came up with the idea for Friday the 13th, as well as the name, and having a hands on role in developing the script with Miller. This would essentially mean that Miller was a writer-for-hire on the project, and while he does enjoy residuals and payments from sequels, he has no rights on the intellectual property of the film in the same way if Friday the 13th was bought on spec. If Cunningham wins, that means everything stays the same and a new Friday can proceed, likely with Paramount and New Live co-producing again.

There is, however, a wrinkle. A potential third option could see the court allow the Friday series to move forward without a few key elements. Here’s how Bonnie Eskenazi, a lawyer representing the producers, explained it to The Hollywood Reporter last June:

“Miller’s purported rights could only extend to those elements of the screenplays that he actually created. Here, it is undisputed that Miller did not create either the title ‘Friday the 13th’ or the ‘Jason’ character as a living adult monster who is the villainous killer in all of the eleven (11) sequels. Instead, Cunningham created the title ‘Friday the 13th’ and Miller created a ‘Jason’ character that died as a young boy due to the negligence of his camp counselors. Accordingly, Miller cannot claim any right to the title ‘Friday the 13th,’ or the ongoing ‘Jason’ character, or Jason’s iconic look of a man in a hockey mask carrying a machete.”

  Millers lawyers disagree, obviously, and are making the argument that while Miller developed the treatment with Cunningham, he completed the screenplay as a freelancer without input, and his benefits have not been as generous the producers are alleging. Either way, you’re not going to get another Friday the 13th until a judge rules.

    Friday the 13th Part 3: What Might Have Been

While those legal and financial issues were keeping the camera from rolling on a new Friday the 13th, a couple of different writers and directors have been waiting in the wings to let Jason free again to terrorize young people at Crystal Lake. The writers of Friday 2009, Damian Shannon and Mark Swift, had completed work on a script creatively entitled Friday the 13th Part 2. Not much is known about it, but as was the style of the time, it was going to be released in 3D.

When production was back on a few years later, the 3D aspect of the film had been promoted from gimmick to title card. Nick Antosca, who has since created Syfy’s Channel Zero, is the credited writer of Friday the 13th 3D, which did not end up going in the direction of found footage as had been rumoured. The Signal’s David Bruckner was going to direct, and for fans of Stranger Things and IT, you’ll like this part, he was going to take us back to Camp Crystal Lake… in the 80s.

Set in August 1988 on the last day of summer camp, Antosca’s script introduces us to a murderer’s row of teen character stereotypes including jock Greg, stoner Weezer, summer lovers Brad and Amber, Vanessa the hot chick, the religious Kirby, and our final girl Sloane. In what’s a bit of a retcon, we hear about the killing spree of Pamela Voorhees in the 1960s at the old campsite, and when our heroes visit, they make the mistake of taunting and insulting the memory of Mrs. Voorhees. Someone doesn’t like that…

The script follows a typical Friday plot where Jason begins the process of methodically eliminating all the teen campers, while appearing himself to be rather invincible. To the credit of the screenplay, the victims don’t just lie down and take, they put in a concerted effort to fight back against the hockey mask-clad swamp monster. Indeed it’s implied that Jason is sustained by the restorative waters of Crystal Lake if he should happen to take too much punishment in the killing fields.

  “..you can’t kill someone that’s already dead.”

  Interestingly, the movie ends with the surviving teens seemingly triumphant over Jason, a coroner van even arrives to pick up the cadaver, but any good Friday fan knows that Jason doesn’t stay dead. Indeed, the film ends with Jason laying waste to the local police force, and Sloane and Vanessa getting away in a police care after two shotgun blasts to Jason’s face. As they speed away, they look in the rearview and see Jason get up again. As the script succinctly points out, you can’t kill someone that’s already dead.

Sadly, this straightforward but energizing chapter in the Friday series was not meant to be. Instead, the producers looked to Aaron Guzikowski, who’s best known for writing the script for Denis Villeneuve’s Prisoners. In the director’s chair, meanwhile, would be Breck Eisner, perhaps best known for one of the better horror remakes, The Crazies, not to mention The Last Witch Hunter. Under the tight deadline of October 2017, and the reversion of rights back to New Line, this was the team that was under the gun to make Friday the 13th Part 13.

Billed as “a unique retelling of the origin story,” this Friday goes further back in time to the summer of 1977, where the Voorhees family has made a nice life for themselves at Crystal Lake: park ranger Elias, camp cook Pamela, and their 16-year-old son Jason who hides his facial deformities with a surgical mask. Although our main characters are two sisters who are the daughters of the owner of Camp Crystal Lake, Friday Part 13 is really about the messed up family dynamics of the Voorheeses.

In this script, Guzikowski takes the unusual step of giving the audience not just one, but three killers. Elias, Pamela and Jason make up a trilogy of slaughter: Elias is a sack-wearing killer in act one, Pamela gets payback for Jason’s apparent drowning and Elias’ crimes in act two, and Jason returns in act three to kill the sisters after the accidental decapitation of Pamela as she’s chasing them around Crystal Lake. In this Friday, Jason isn’t quite the indestructible monster man that he is in other Fridays, but it is suggested that he has some kind of Shining-like ability where he can bring out the evil in people. It’s inferred that this is why Elias was killing camp counselors in act one.

For Fuller, missing the window to make Guzikowski’s script was particularly disappointing. “One of the biggest heartbreaks of the last couple years was that we were about to make that movie and it fell apart. That still hurts,” Fuller told Arrow in the Head in a recent interview.

  Friday the 13th Part 4: Just Give Us Our Jason Back!

Despite all the production drama, Fuller is still willing to get back to Crystal Lake. “[T]he question is, do they want to make the movie with us? If they want to make that movie with us, we will drop what we’re doing to make that movie,” he added in that JoBlo interview.

“We had such a great experience making Friday the 13th, it was a dream come true to watch those movies as a kid and then be a part of it. So I don’t really have a clear answer.”

  Fans, meanwhile, have made it through 10 chapters of the original Friday series. They saw Jason go to Hell, they saw him go to space, and they saw him fight Freddy and survive (ish). With the original masked slasher, Michael Myers, returning this fall, many fans might be itching for further exploits of other iconic killers, and they’ll be looking for Jason. And given his attitude towards camp counselors, you can just imagine the use that he has for lawyers and studio suits.

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