#emilio the baker

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Timing: Just after [Reborn] Location: The Jones Home Feat: @mortemoppetere and @eldritchaccident Warnings: Surprisingly None! Summary: Emilio makes it home, Teddy's up waiting.

After the demon was dealt with — and fuck his life, really, that that felt like a normal problem to fucking have these days — Emilio saw no reason to stick around for long. He made his exit a swift one, eager to get home before anyone could ask him anything stupid like ‘are you okay’ or ‘do you need a doctor’ or whatever it was people asked to someone they found tied to a chair in the basement of a man possessed by a fucking demon. Emilio wanted no part in any of it anymore, wanted only to get home and tend to the cuts left on his arms and legs by a demon intent on bleeding him out for a ritual he wasn’t sure he understood. 

He tried to be quiet as he snuck back into the house. He didn’t think Wynne needed to see him bloodied in a too-big shirt stolen off a fucking priest of all things, and he’d rather spare Teddy the stress of it. But he moved with a certain level of clumsiness, knocking down a few knick knacks on a shelf by the door with a quiet curse. The sound, while relatively quiet, attracted a small clatter of toenails against the floor, and he turned to see Perro sitting and staring up at him. “Keep it quiet,” he said lowly. “No need to make it everybody’s business, okay? Nice treat in it for you if —” 

Perro interrupted him with his customary greeting — an excited, shrill bark. Emilio sighed. “Well,” he said flatly, “now you’re not getting a treat.” 

—

Some nights, Teddy ambled through the expanse of the Jones’ household, a feeling in their stomach and an ache in their heart. More often than not it was met with nothing, Emilio came home safe and in one piece, a little dusty or a lot drunk depending on whatever kept him out so late. Each, Teddy would categorize and memorize the happenings for the ever growing keepsake novel about him. 

A bad (but safe) night would have him coming home smelling like a bonfire fed by the cheapest, strongest whiskey someone could find. That usually meant someone got hurt. Or that he was too late to intervene. The beautiful martyr had a tendency to take each hit personally, if he couldn’t save them all, he felt he hadn’t saved any. 

A good night came with a lightness in his step, his limp just a little less noticeable. He might be tipsy, but in a celebratory way. There’d be particles of whatever undead shitheel got what they deserved settling into the crinkles of that old worn leather jacket. There’d be an earned tiredness that Emilio fell into with an eagerness he rarely carried for settling in. If they could orchestrate the world, Teddy thought, there would be nothing but these types. Saving strangers, feeling a little more whole.  

But then, of course, there were nights like tonight. 

A string of okayish to good weeks was bound to come to an end. Teddy had been milling about the kitchen, stress baking some new cookie recipe. All hair on edge and nerves bristled. Hoping, wishing, and dreaming that it was another false alarm. That Emilio was late because he……. Found a puppy and carefully brought it back to its owner, only to find out that the owner was a terrible mean Mare or just an asshole and now he’s got a little brother for Perro. Or something. 

A billion possibilities played out. Teddy strongly willed the positive ones to be louder, more vivid. It was the only way to deal with the silence. Silence broken by a sharp quick bark and a resigned retort. The worried baker’s body sighed along with their breath. Releasing a tension that just couldn’t have been good for the cookies. He was home. Finally. Good. 

“Em—?” They called out as if they wouldn’t recognize him in a sea of doppelgangers. “—I’m in the kitchen, babe.” 

—- 

His concern had been in Perro’s bark waking Teddy from a restful sleep but, in all honesty, he should have known better. He was late. They’d expected him home hours ago, drunk and stumbling but in one piece. He should have known better than to expect them to go to bed without knowing for certain, one way or another, if he’d be coming home at all. This was a house filled to its brim with the results of worst-case scenarios. Was it any surprise that Teddy, when faced with an unknown, might have jumped to those sorts of conclusions?

Emilio tried to determine, without moving from where he stood, how worried Teddy had been. He could smell cookies baking, but it was impossible to know how many Teddy had packed into the oven without making his way into the kitchen. And it would be impossible to make his way into the kitchen without Teddy taking in the state of him. 

Quietly, he tried to take stock. He’d refused all offers of the hospital, which meant avoiding Zane’s inevitable commentary but also meant the ‘patch job’ he’d received had involved packing bandages over wounds intended to bleed him dry and no blood to replace what had been lost. He looked like shit, and he knew it. He was pale, the bandages he’d slapped over the wounds had already been bled through, his hair was a mess, his eyes still wild. The moment he stepped foot into Teddy’s line of sight, there’d be no hiding it. And, normally, Emilio would be fine with that. He didn’t like hiding shit from Teddy, anyway, saw no point in it. They told one another everything, and there was never any fear of judgment to it. Teddy had seen him in worse states than this, and they loved him still. 

But they would want to know what had happened. They would ask what had done this, and Emilio couldn’t help but wonder what old feelings might be stirred up when the truth came out. Teddy was a child when their parents tried to sacrifice them to a demon. Despite how it had ended, it must have been a terrifying ordeal. Adding to that the complicated mess they’d found in Canada, and what would this story do to them? He didn’t want to upset them, didn’t want to stir up anything they hadn’t fully dealt with yet.

Maybe he could delay the inevitable conversation. Things wouldn’t look so bad after a shower, he thought; at least he could wash the blood off, make himself look less like a goddamn crime scene. Maybe it would ease the paranoid pounding in his chest, too, make him less jumpy and rattled when he told the story. He could tell a joke, make it less of a horror show, pretend it didn’t bother him, pretend nothing did. That would be better, he thought. 

Leaning against the wall, he closed his eyes for a moment. “Hey, Teds,” he called out, trying to keep his voice… calm and settled and unafraid. It trembled a little. He knew better than to think they wouldn’t notice. “Just going to shower, okay? You can go ahead and go to bed, I’ll be in there soon.” Perro licked at his shoe, letting out a small whine. Emilio swallowed, trying to calm his racing pulse. He was fine. He just needed to convince his aching chest.

—-

The vacuum of space made more noise than Teddy Jones as they tried to listen in for every detail they could glean. Every note in the song Emilio strung together. A little lilty and wilty and not as convincing as it should have been. Lacking the slippery tug of a whiskey slur. No, not drunk. But late, and hiding. A pang of worry sunk their heart about two feet deeper into their chest. A burrowed hole that had been excavated all through the night, showed no signs of slowing now. 

Worry shook their hands, and bid them to set the tray of treats down on the counter, but hopefully didn’t show in their voice. At least, not the tone of it. “Ah, saving me from the stinkster?” They slipped into Spanish, not realizing how much it’d tip their hand. Teddy had a habit of doing that for exactly two reasons, and they weren’t flirting right now. Despite the instinct to do just that for a sense of levity and normalcy. 

“You… hungry at all babe?” 

—- 

Teddy slipped into Spanish, a simple thing that brought with it a strange, living contradiction of both relief and dread. Relief because Emilio, when he was like this, understood Spanish so much easier than English. It fit more comfortably onto his tongue, saved him from having to translate every thought into a clunky and unfamiliar language before speaking it aloud and from being forced to do the same with each response he received. But relief was short-lived, the dread coming soon after. Emilio knew Teddy. At this point, he thought it fair to say that he understood them as well as he understood himself, if not better. Teddy would always move to Spanish if Emilio did it first, but they only initiated the move themself for a very short list of reasons. There were the flirtations, where they used the language they knew Emilio was most comfortable with to entice him into their bed… and there were the concerns, when they fell back without thinking and worry coated every word. It didn’t take a detective to figure out which was to blame for the shift now.

He should have been better at this, should have been more skilled in hiding. He thought he used to be, but he wasn’t sure. Maybe he just hadn’t needed to hide things like this before. After all, his family hadn’t cared much if he came home bloodied and shaking. Those things were expected, were the rule rather than the exception. Juliana loved him, but she had always known his fate was as sealed as her own, had accepted it early. Teddy was different. Teddy loved him and wanted him to live. Emilio wished he knew how to.

“Something like that,” he replied, inching towards the downstairs bathroom. There was no way he’d make it up the stairs right now, and he knew it. He grunted as he bumped the table with his arm, pain radiating from the slice Aesil had left behind. There was blood on the table where he’d brushed against it. He didn’t know if he could clean it up before anyone noticed. He stared at it for a moment, trying not to go back to that basement but not quite sure how to avoid it. It took him longer than it should have to realize Teddy had asked him a question, to turn it over in his mind and formulate a response. “I’m…” His throat felt dry. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to steady himself. “No. I think…” He stumbled forward, hitting the table again, hard enough for a quiet thud to fill the room this time. Emilio made a face. “Uh, probably just… I’ll do a shake after the… the shower…” He wasn’t much of an actor in this state; if Teddy hadn’t already known something was up, this definitely would have clued them in. Emilio grimaced.

—

Emilio thumped against something and all pretense or care for whatever this charade of pretending they didn’t know there was an issue was gone. The kitchen wasn’t too far from the front door, still it was probably farther than the six or seven strides Teddy made it in, rounding the corner with a wild look of concern. Well met with the sight of him. Covered in a thick patina of grime and dried blood, speckled with glints of light, reflections in the wet of the wounds still weeping. Hastily bound with the Cortez standard of healthcare, though, surprisingly less duct tape than usual. 

“Em—! Jesus fucking christ—” A name not often invoked in this particular house, followed swiftly by a string of curses in a mix of just about every language Ted knew. Then they got closer. Saw the details, not just the mess. 

Breath abandoned Teddy’s chest. The caster tried in vain to catch it back with a sharp inhale but it just left them stunned and frantically looking over Emilio’s decorations. Another three strides and they were by his side. Hands finding safe places to offer support, ignoring completely any grumbling that might come with it. He was still bleeding, so either his hunter shit was shot or there were too many injuries to keep up with. Neither was a good option. Neither left them with any ideas of how to fix it. Still, they could stitch up whatever Emilio would let them, and then tend to whatever he wouldn’t anyway. 

The chair was closer than the shower, which would be good for getting the most of the muck off.  It was harder than the bed, but it’d have to do. With one foot, Teddy dragged it out from under the freshly bloodied table, then gestured to the slayer to sit. All with a look that spelled disaster if he tried to protest. 

“You can barely walk, who the hell did this?”  Emilio was still here, which very likely meant whoever had been on the other side of those cuts was not. They should have been more relieved about that. Undeniably there was a pang of pride that came from their own family lessons on danger and leaving no enemies alive unless they proved useful in some way. But the more human side of Teddy was all frayed nerves that’d already been on edge all night. “Baby, what happened?” 

—-

It was inevitable, the way Teddy rushed into the room. Emilio knew the moment he heard the caster’s voice that there would be little stopping them, understood that all his insistence that he was fine were little more than stalling tactics. If he could have kept them at bay a little longer, he could have healed more, could have cleaned up, could have shown them a version of himself that looked like less of a crime scene. But once he bumped that table, once he let out that quiet grunt that anyone else would have missed entirely, all bets were off. He resigned himself to his fate, leaning against the table as Teddy rushed into the room.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” he said quietly, unsure which of them he was trying to convince. This wouldn’t kill him. The threat was over. He would heal. There was no reason for the way his heart was still pounding, no excuse for the way his breath caught in his throat. 

He let Teddy fuss over him, even allowing himself to crumple into the chair as they pulled it out. Sitting felt good, though he realized getting up would present a challenge. His legs hadn’t wanted to hold his weight even as he’d forced them to. Now that they’d been allowed a reprieve, he doubted they’d take kindly to being asked to do it again. 

“No one who can do it again,” he said, swallowing. He couldn’t lie to them; even if he’d wanted to, he knew they’d see through it. But the truth was something that might hurt them, and Emilio didn’t want to do that, either. Hadn’t Teddy been through enough bullshit? Didn’t they have a failed sacrifice of their own sitting in the back of their mind, spearheaded by people who were meant to keep them safe? Emilio didn’t want to stir up any memories, didn’t want to make things harder for them. He wanted them to be okay. He didn’t know how to ensure that while also introducing them to this.

They asked, and he shifted his weight, looking down at his hands. Absently, he picked at the corner of the bandage that someone — Lil, maybe, or Erin — had wrapped around one of his wrists. He hadn’t let them do much first aid; more than anything, he’d wanted to get away from them, away from all of it. “Pissed off the wrong person, I guess. Decided to tie me to a chair about it. Not as much fun when you’re not the one doing it. Basement smelled like ass, too.” He tried to keep his voice light, tried to pretend it didn’t matter, but it came out flat. “Got me one in each arm, one in each leg.” The cuts weren’t the kind that came from a fight. It made him all the angrier. “Hit me in the head, too, but I think that was a while ago. Probably fine now.” Teddy wasn’t asking for a catalog of his injuries; he knew that. When Teddy asked what happened, they wanted to know how he was feeling. But it was easier for Emilio to focus on the physical aspect of things. It was easier to pretend that nothing important had happened at all. 

—

An analytical side of Teddy took stock, for everything he mentioned, they made a note. No one who can do it again. A relief. “Good. Good babe. Fuck them, whoever it was.” The hesitancy in his tone wasn’t missed. It was a knot they could untangle in time, but if he didn’t want to talk about it right now then Teddy was content to just make sure that he was as fine as he assured he was. “Sounds like a real peach.” Keep it light. Keep him talking. Keep him here. Home. Alive. Alive. Alive. “D’you do double back at ‘em?” Spark up that pride, maybe. Kickstart something and maybe it’d stoke up the furnace. Get the healing going better. 

Void above and below there was so much blood. Teddy gnawed at their lower lip until they realized with an ashamed shock that the pain they should have been feeling from it was probably going right through their hands to his lips. The realization sent a stone hurdling into their stomach like an asteroid smashing down to earth. “Ah— shit. Sorry love.” Quiet, and through a grimace they apologized while smoothing a finger over the slayer’s chin. “I’m gonna get something to clean you up.” Reluctantly they stepped away from him, only to turn back and add; “You move and I’m gonna be the one tying you up, capiche?”   

Fretting like a mother hen, Teds flitted back to the kitchen, grabbing a handful of useful items before heading back and laying out their haul on the table. Bunch of rags, pot of warm water, bottle of whiskey. Not for drinking. Something that’d earn a swat if the slayer reached for it. “Ain’t gonna feel good, love. But if you sit nice, I’ll give you a good reward, kay?” Once again, Teddy fell back on the humor and sweetness. They wanted to know, of fucking course they wanted to know. And they’d find out. Eventually. But for now, he looked like shit and Teds would give anything to see him feeling better. 

— 

He wanted to say yes. He wanted to say I tore them into pieces, wanted to say I killed them slow, wanted to say all the things he wished he’d done, but to do so would mean lying to Teddy and that was something Emilio didn’t want to do. So he closed his eyes, shook his head just a little. “Somebody else came in,” he replied, feeling a little ashamed at that. “It wasn’t… I didn’t do anything but bleed.” And still, he’d survived. How was it fair? How was it that Juliana, or Rosa, or Edgar, or his mother could fight with everything they had in Mexico and still die while Emilio did nothing more impressive than sit in a chair with a knife held against his throat and somehow make it out alive? There was no honor in it, no justice. 

He hadn’t realized the faint pain in his lip came from Teddy until they apologized for it. With everything else going on, he’d hardly felt it at all. He shrugged, shaking his head slightly at their apology. “S’okay,” he reassured them, bringing a hand up to brush fingers across their cheek gently. He was careful not to leave any blood there. With a sigh, he nodded. “It’s fun when you do it,” he reminded them. But… he didn’t think he’d ask them to engage in that particular activity any time soon. He thought he’d had enough of being tied up for a while.

Teddy was gone and back in the blink of an eye, though Emilio wasn’t sure if it was because they hurried or because he was losing time. It could have been both; Teddy was quick when they were worried, and time was a liquid thing when Emilio was like this. Naturally, he did reach for the whiskey and earned that gentle swat in response, biting back a remark of I was nearly sacrificed to a demon, I think I deserve a drink. Grimacing at Teddy’s warning, he nodded. “Quick as you can,” he requested. “Want to wash the blood off. Don’t like how it feels.” 

—

Tenderly, Teddy began a ritual of their own. Non-magical, but just as methodic. Dunk the rag, let it sit for a second as they smoothed their palm behind the fabric. Fingers tap dancing gently along the surface looking for lumps and bumps without being too intrusive. Wipe the softened grime away without putting too much pressure on the bruises, then off to the next. Teds worked in tandem with the two rags, while one soaked and released the blood and dirt it had gathered, the other found a new spot on the slayer’s skin. 

At times, their chest hovered just above his. They could just barely feel it when his rose up with each ragged breath. A swell that showed just how bad the storm was. Even if the worst of it was over. The man’s body, a broken ship just barely sailing back to harbor. Apparently, only thanks to the efforts of someone else. 

Shit. 

“Well, I owe them a big one, Should’a been me rescuing the pretty damsel—” The words came out, an involuntary response to a heavy revelation. Emotional bandaids meant to siv through complicated events and leave things brighter without having to actually process them. That’s the way they dealt with shit, right? It wasn’t how they wanted to, wasn’t how they were trying to be. Still Teddy paused. Sank with the realization. They’d seen this page before, knew what was simmering behind those words, behind that stony expression. 

Teddy took Emilio’s jaw in their hand, tilted it upwards, got a good look right in his eyes. “Hey, agapitos, sweetheart, you don’t have to be the hero every time. You didn’t do anything wrong just because someone had to save you. Didn’t do anything wrong just because you survived. You came home to me, you came home. That’s what matters.”  

After a long moment of staring, longing, aching, they returned to the task at hand. Lots more blood to clear. More story to unfold. As the wounds were uncovered, one by one, they told more of the tale. Not one of passionate malice, but of perfected methodical precision. The placement, the size, the symmetry. It all brought a hitch to their breath, and a concern to their brow. Lacing them tight and close as they inspected just to make sure. As if they didn’t know what they were looking at, as if they couldn’t spot the signs a mile away. 

“This— Babe— Was thi— Did you—” Their own experience as a toddler aside, Teddy had seen plenty of rituals. Read all sorts of books. Grew up on the demonic side of these sort of things. Immediately they began searching far more intently, inspecting each wound as if they expected something to be hidden amongst the hastily closed injuries. 

They reached out, but not with a hand. Searching for any lingering energies that may have followed the man, may have still had their claws in, but found none. A relief. Enough that they sank, head against his chest, listening to his heart to remind them he was still here. And it was going to be okay. It had to be. Like Em said, the demon was gone. Dealt with. Good. 

“…How in the hell did you get yourself in that situation?” 

—- 

He let himself be killed by the repetitive nature of the task, let his mind drift away from what was happening with his body. The sting of antiseptic was a distant thing, swallowed up by stormy thoughts. He recreated the basement in his mind, tried to rewrite his actions within it. If he'd been smarter, or faster, if he hadn't let himself get distracted after his encounter with Aesil at the market… Emilio was sloppier and sloppier these days. His continued survival wasn't something he'd earned.

But here was someone who was glad for it anyway. Here was someone who would clean his wounds and tend to them without caring what he deserved. Someone who worried when he didn't come home, who mourned when he was hurt as if it was their skin that bore the marks instead of his. Emilio tried to remain present for them. It was easier said than done.

Teddy registered his discomfort the same way they always did, tilted his face up so his eyes met theirs to combat it. Emilio’s throat burned; he told himself it was the blood loss and nothing else. It wasn't a lie he believed as much as he used to. “Said they'd go after the people I cared about next,” he said, barely a whisper. “If those people hadn't come when they had…” It was one thing if Emilio’s tendency towards pissing people off got him killed. He'd resigned himself towards that possibility a long time ago. But when it threatened other people, people he loved… “I'm sorry.” It wasn't enough.

He went quiet again as Teddy tended to his wounds, though the apology seemed to repeat itself in his expression. He watched Teddy look him over, saw the moment they recognized the injuries. He should have known better than to think they wouldn't be familiar with the injuries one might use to bleed a sacrifice out on an altar, given who had raised them. He swallowed, looking away.

“Met a zombie in a graveyard a few months back. Thought he was hiding something, so when I ran into him again at a market, I tried to…” He trailed off. Tried to be enough of an ass to trick him into slipping up. Not his best strategy, especially when the guy ended up possessed by a damn demon. “Guess when I saw them the second time, it wasn't him anymore. He didn't like me, and they needed…” He trailed off. Teddy knew what that demon needed. Emilio knew that. “I was a convenient target. Could solve two problems at once by taking me out, I guess. So they cut me open. Started their shit. And then… the guy's friends show up. Bring an exorcist with them. Save him. Save me, too, I guess.” 

He lifted a hand, waving it in a vague gesture. End of story. So why was his heart still pounding?

—

A fine pair, weren’t they? Each playing the game of battleship, except instead of destruction, they were blindly attempting to assuage the fears of the other, without knowing the precise boundaries of each emotion. Every attempt to smooth the jagged edges shot off in the darkness. Occasionally clipping catastrophes they hadn’t even known were connected. 

Teddy listened, intently. A few pieces sliding into place. A demon showing up in the last few months. A graveyard worker. Needed a sacrifice for something. “Aesil…?” A name shuddered in soft tones. Teddy hoped to be corrected, to know that it was completely unrelated, but knew better. Too many coincidences in a town too small for coincidences to exist. Teddy had started talking to the demon. Teddy had started to pry but then— Ah but then too many things took their attention. They wanted to help Van, they thought they were helping by preparing everything for the ritual with Leviathan but— 

When did time ever care for what Teddy was trying to do? 

When did they ever get things right at all? 

A lump refused to be swallowed, holding basecamp in their throat, making it hard to breathe. “I knew—  Babe, if I’d been— I should have— It’s not your—“ Each sentence burbled up to the surface only to be squashed by another. Guilt could eat away any defenses they put up faster than they could assemble them. The cracks in their mask showed the concern leaking through. The fear that they could have lost him and in some way it would have been their fault for not being present enough. Not being there for him, or for Van the way they should have been. 

The thrum of energy spiking through Teddy’s body found its way to their foot. Tapping on the ground as if they could just shake it all away. Pleading eyes searched Emilio’s for something that wouldn’t be there, but they expected all the same. It wasn’t like the man to blame them for anything. He’d fall on the knife long before  casting an accusation their way. “I’m sorry, I’m— I knew this shit was going on, but— fuck I didn’t know enough. Then you got in the mix— Is— Shit is Van okay??”

—- 

They said the name, and Emilio’s eyes darted up to meet theirs, question shining behind them. He hadn't said it, had he? Hadn't spoken it aloud, hadn't mention it. He told himself it was because of what Teddy had taught him over the last year: that names carried power in every syllable, that speaking one into the silence could give its owner more than you wanted them to have. That was easier to swallow than the truth: that Emilio was still afraid, even now. It was a shameful thing, that fear. He wasn't supposed to have it.

“How did you…?” Did Teddy know the demon, somehow? How small were circles like the one Levi had built for itself over the centuries? That pit of fear in his stomach grew a little larger. Not fear that Teddy wouldn't be on his side, but the opposite — fear that they would go after Aesil, find some way to go into whatever realm the priest’s exorcism had banished them to and drag them back just to make them pay, fear that Teddy might be hurt in the process.

But instead of anger, there was guilt. Teddy had known more than Emilio had. Faintly, he remembered a conversation, the way Teddy wanted to summon Levi back here to deal with another demon. Emilio hadn't written it off, but he'd put it aside when Teddy promised not to move forward without him. That was his mistake, it seemed; he never had any shortage of those.

“Not your fault. It's — I'm the one who — I should've known better, should've —” The rest of what they said registered. Van. Shit. She'd been the one to summon the demon Teddy had mentioned, the one that turned out to be Aesil. Emilio swallowed, uncertain. “I don't… she wasn't there. They didn't say anything about her, didn't — Have you talked to her? We should — we can go…” He moved to get up, to go to the door. 

—

Acid swirled in their stomach, Teddy saw the recognition and felt the world tilt sideways with the confirmation. A small relief, Van wasn’t there. Wasn’t in the middle of the bloody mess, but was that because she was somewhere else? In danger? How long had it been since they talked? How long since she’d posted something online? Uneasy, unsure, and unable to remember clearly what was a fabrication of fear and what was real. Their eyes knit shut as they tried to parse through rapids, but kept getting stuck in the reeds. 

Emilio started to shift, Teddy didn’t see it but they felt his movement. Only for them to push him (perhaps a bit more forcefully than they’d like with all those injuries) back into the chair. “No- hey, we can call. I can text her. You aren’t going anywhere until those close up.” Where was their phone? Back in the kitchen, working as a timer for the last batch that still sat in the oven. Sitting close by in case Emilio called while they paced the tile floor. Now it was out of reach, all while Ted felt a need to keep a hand on the man’s chest. Lest he jump up again. Re-open what bits his body managed to heal. Make things hurt longer, worse, heal incorrectly. No. That wouldn’t do. 

“Promise me, my life, you aren’t going anywhere right now. Okay?” Teddy knew the ache tugging him outward, felt the same pull. Hell, they wanted to slip out the door and go strike up a search party. Pulled in twain by a heart divided. The only thing rooting them to the floor was the fact that there was no reason to believe Van was in danger, and very obviously, very clearly, Emilio was. He was hurt, and afraid. Teddy realized that now. There was something lacing the man’s features that so rarely showed up that they didn’t quite know how to combat it. 

“You don’t go anywhere, and I won’t do anything stupid. Okay?” 

— 

Teddy pushed him back into the chair, and Emilio let out a low sound that he’d deny as a whine. Now that he had a better understanding of the situation, now that he knew where the demon had come from, he couldn’t help but internally chastise himself for not figuring it out sooner. He and Teddy had talked about this, not long ago at all. How many demons could there be running around town at once? Why hadn’t he realized the two were connected? (The answer, of course, was that there were usually dozens of demons running around Wicked’s Rest at once; Emilio seemed destined to accidentally involve himself with most of them. A smarter man would have probably taken that as a sign to be a little less nosy. No one had ever accused Emilio Cortez of being a smart man.)

“I’m fine, baby. Looks worse than it is.” He ached all over. Teddy would see through the bullshit, because they always did. They’d recognize the heaviness to his limbs, the way his eyes weren’t all there. The cuts designed to bleed him dry were bad enough on their own, but the mental aspect of what he’d gone through had him looking even more on edge than usual. It was a feat. And it would make him reckless. Teddy’s fear that he’d wind up worsening his injuries was a well-founded one. Most of the aches that clung to Emilio from old wounds existed because of his inability to allow himself moments like this, of sitting still in the aftermath.

If not for that look Teddy was giving him, he would have done the same now. But their eyes pinned him to the chair even more thoroughly than Aesil’s binds in that basement, and his expression softened as they spoke, the endearment melting some of the tension from his shoulders. They offered him a deal: if he stayed, they’d stay with him. They wouldn’t do anything reckless so long as he didn’t, either. Emilio nodded stiffly, letting his eyes slip shut for a moment. “Okay,” he agreed, first in English and then again in Spanish. “Okay. Just — Let me know when you hear from her. I didn’t — I didn’t put it together. Should have. I just — I wasn’t thinking right.” I was afraid. He couldn’t say it. He let it linger, unspoken and heavy. 

—

Teddy considered this for a long while. Not just the request, but the scene as a whole. Emilio was really shaken up, and the best they had to offer was a plate of cookies he probably wouldn’t eat. The sigh that rolled through their chest did little to slow their heartbeat. Less to calm the worry in their heart. But it gave them a moment to think, at least a little clearer. Whatever this mess was, it was done. At least for now. They planted a kiss on his forehead, lingered there for a moment before settling back. 

“You’ll be the first to know, it’s– Bunch a shit was going on, love. Wasn’t something anyone could see coming. It– it hurts a lot but maybe it’s not anyone’s fault.”  Least of all his. No matter how much the man would feel it was, nor how much they wanted to shift the blame to their own shoulders. Atlas waiting on the world to turn. Hoping the change would bring someone some brightness. 

Just about then, the alarm on the phone went off. Well, a less than catchy jingle about dogs rather than an actual alarm-alarm. Which Teds was thankful for. The last thing either of them needed was a sudden jolt of shrill noise. “That’ll be the cookies I made.” They sighed again, this time more from the hesitancy to leave his side rather than the overwhelming weight of the universe making itself known. “I’ll be right back, love. Then I’ll get you to bed and into some cleaner clothes. Or better yet, none at all. Okay?” 

—

Their lips found his forehead, and a little more of the tension melted away from his shoulders. Ease was an ironically difficult thing for Emilio to find. Most days, he was wound so tight that it made it hard to breathe, hard to let himself go even for the split second it took to fill his lungs with air. Teddy made it a little easier. It wasn’t a complete repair — Emilio didn’t think something like that was possible for a thing as broken as him — but it was something, at least. It was enough to fill in the cracks, even if it couldn’t mend them entirely. 

“Okay,” he agreed with the first part, though the second was harder to wrap his head around. He was a detective. He was the guy who was supposed to see these things coming. But arguing with Teddy, when it came to the worth of whatever it was Emilio was these days, was a pointless thing, and he was tired. He didn’t want to fight. He worried if he did, they might take back their promise at staying out of trouble. That wasn’t a risk he’d take with his mind as addled as it was. 

Had it been a traditional alarm, the suddenness of the sound coming from Teddy’s phone might have made him jump. But the song was less startling, if only because of how baffling it was. Emilio wrinkled his nose at it, but nodded as Teddy glanced towards the kitchen. They seemed hesitant to leave. Emilio understood the feeling. “Better grab them before you burn the house down,” he replied, forcing his tone into something a little less flat than it had been before. The ghost of a smile on his lips was genuine, and he nodded. “No clothes,” he agreed with a sigh. “You trying to seduce me, Jones?” It was a weak attempt at flirting, but less… all over the place than his earlier tries. He liked to think that counted for something.

—

Even just a whisper of a smile on his lips was enough to put a pep back into Teddy’s step. Push back the tide of dread that threatened to flood at any given moment. It wasn’t a lot, but it was a step closer to actual fine. A step off the ledge Emilio always seemed to loom over. The caster eased into a soft smirk of their own, before the callings of something called the ‘cheese tax’ and the threat of un-perfectly baked treats pulled harder. Still, they lingered for one more quick kiss before dashing to the kitchen. 

Snickerdoodles, chocolate chip, lemon raspberry linzers, a three recipe night, they noted. Teddy removed the tray from the oven and placed it with the others. Grabbing a couple that seemed cool enough to eat before heading back to help Emilio get up and out of the chair. With a cookie in their mouth, they urged him upward. Put an arm below his and used every bit of human strength they’d gotten from working out so much ever since the de-demonification. 

Through the cookie, they called back. “Am I ever not trying to seduce you, Mister Jones?” Tinted tenderly with an updated name. Emilio bleeding out on Teddy’s boat, Teddy feverish and addled from the cavernous crystals, both of them throwing quips like darts, neither a goddamn clue what would come next. Simpler days. Back when calling him Cortez wasn’t like taking a knife to the hidden fears that pulled at Emilio’s strings. They’d only ever change one thing, that they didn’t start seducing him earlier. Didn’t speak the spell of feelings and what the man meant to them. Damn near everything, that’s what. 

“Let’s get to bed, we can talk more once we’ve both had some rest, okay love?” 

[betterskatethannever]

2022 best of

best parts

Nick Matthews - Venture x Uprise / Nike x HUF

Mason Coletti - RIGHT HERE FOR PABLO . Deep Fried Pescado

Eddie Cernicky - Deep Fried Pescado . RIGHT HERE FOR PABLO

Tiago Lemos - Primitive DEFINE.

Gustav Tønnesen - SOUR SOLUTION III

Leonardo Bodelazzi - Leozinho

Juan Virues - Hotel Blue pro ‘penthouse suite’

Cyrus & Max - Limosine Promaster . “Toes Down” . i just took a bite of dirt

Diego Todd - Hockey X

Braden Hoban - emerica Emerge

Tristan Funkhouser - Baker 420 . Deep Fried x Baker

Nyjah Huston - Need That . Shine On . “DISRUPTION”

Tyshawn Jones - “Play Dead” . KINGDOM COME . ‘The General’

Carlos Ribeiro - Primitive DEFINE.

Gilbert Crockett - DENIM CAR

Grant Taylor - Fantastic Voyage

Will Marshall - Alltimers You Deserve It

Lucien Clarke - LAUST IN TRANSLATION

Shaun Paul - DC ‘NorthUnda’

Noah Nayef - April

Elijah Odom - Alltimers You Deserve It . Andrew RASCAL

Brian Reid - Brian, Brandon & Will . DGK Zeitgeist

Shin Sanbongi - adidas

Jordan Trahan - Ace ‘Fais Low Low’

Bobby de Keyzer - Bobby

Brian Delatorre - Live & Direct

Vincent Milou - SOLO: You Changed

Jaakko Ojanen - Manana . E.S.P. vol. 2

Ryan Lay - DR in Color . Sci-Fi Fantasy

Myles Willard - Bones Bearings . ”Myles and The Machine”

Will Mazzari - Brian, Brandon & Will . DGK Zeitgeist

Marcello Campanello - Maxallure pro

Heitor da Silva - Vice Versa Love

Jake Wooten - Big Sky

Felipe Gustavo - CODE

Ishod Wair - REAL

Ish Cepeda - AD ASTRA

Louie Lopez - As You Wish . “Honor Roll” . FA, Again & Again

Danny Renaud - Brass Tacks

Silas Baxter-Neal - Portland Public Skating 3 . Burrow

Brian Delatorre - Habitat Live & Direct

Keiran Zimmerman - Jenny x Emerica

best full-lengths

Polar - Sounds Like You Guys Are Crushing It

Antihero - Fantastic Voyage

GX1000 - RIGHT HERE FOR PABLO

The Sour Solution III

Primitive - DEFINE.

Hockey X

Supreme - “Play Dead”

Alltimers - You Deserve It

Shake Junt - Shrimp Blunt

Bronze TV Channel 56

Element - E.S.P. vol. 2

Deep Fried - Pescado

Cafe - TENOR

Rassvet - “I Missed You”

Homies - Fun Raiser

DGK - Zeitgeist

Plan B - CODE

Emerica - EMPOWER

Bleach USA - “SPIKE”

Foundation - Splendor

best breakout parts

Vince Guzaldo - Bleach USA “SPIKE” . Immortality Research

Davide Holzknecht - Baglady. Pack Light . Hélas

Arthur Ribeiro - Vento Bravo

Blake Norris - FULLER HOUSE

Alan Bell - be honest

Johnny Cumaoglu - Mind How You Go

Joe Campos - Hockey X

Brian O’Dwyer - She’s Cheating

Shane Farber - CONS One-Star Pro x RIDING A HORSE NAKED

Jake Yanko - “MOSQUITO”

Christoph Friedmann - LOBBY DREAMS

Donovan Wildfong - Glue ‘wick & spit’

Marley Humphrey - “DIME BAG”

Jason Nam - carousel

Sam Fairweather - Indy Raw Ams

Shogo Zama - MAGENTAPES

best women’s parts

Breana Geering - Spitifre

Nelly Morville - Limosine Promaster . “Toes Down” . i just took a bite of dirt

Mariah Duran - Thunder

Adrianne Sloboh - Krux

Mami Tezuka - Blood Wizard “Destiny”

Nicole Hause - REAL

Reese Nelson - Birdhouse welcome

best independents

Tim Savage - Brian, Brandon & Will

Fritte Söderström - Jante 5:33 x Jante 11:00

Tor Ström - Is This The Place?

Gray Area: Push Button to Destroy the World

Mettz Quest 2 (nyc)

Eryk Burton - THE TALE OF A TOXIC KING (nyc)

Harry Bergenfield - She’s Cheating (Philly)

Nicolas Marti - be honest (nyc)

Neema Joorabchi - limp x okay then (nyc)

Jeff Cecere - Mind How You Go (nyc)

Felix Soto - “ANGEL” (LA)

Calvin Millar - THE SQUAD (Austin)

Emilio Dufour - MAL CIUDADANO (Uruguay)

My Favorite Things - 31 (Helsinki)

Andrew Meyer - flinch (Philly VX)

Widdip - RIDING A HORSE NAKED (ATL)

Viktor Kretsis - Down Low (Manchester)

gang international - WITH ALL DUE (DC)

Chris Mulhern - [untitled] 006 (Philly)

Leando Chocho - HANDYCAPS_2

Tyler Bamdas - V3

Alex Doyle - CLUB BANGERS 3 (Vancouver)

Portland Public Skating 3

DUPLEX 3 (West Palm Beach FL)

HITTIT 3 (Kopenhagen)

Tristan Warren - MONEY TIME (LA)

Zach Fuller - FULLER HOUSE (SF)

Get Lesta - Darling (UK)

James Morley - GOD BLESS (Toronto)

andres garcia - MILO (LA)

James Cruikshank - SENSIBLES (Paris)

Brian Hunter - SLANG (Long Beach)

Daniel Dent - faith in bro (LA)

best promo / medium-length / squad

Limosine - Promaster . “Toes Down” . i just took a bite of dirt

Free x Vans - Full Circle

The Union Square Video

Game On - Mark Suciu SOTY Trip

Chocolate - Upper Cruster

Primitive x Independent

Austin Bristow - LAUST IN TRANSLATION

eS Terminal 002

Bronze x DC What If God Said

Pangea Jeans - POCKET DIAL

adidas - The Sky Ain’t Falling

Pass~Port Nike

Internet Birthday ep.1

Thunder: Pleather Jacket

SCREWLOOSE - EXILE

Last Resort AB - Alv’s Angels

Thrasher Germany Vacation

RACKZ Gallery - Pandora

adidas Australia - Light Years

Sunday Hardware - LUV YA LOTS x x

Baglady - Pack Light

HUF x Thrasher Brazil

Sk8land Skateshop - Veinte

Cowtown - TWENTY FIVE

Am Scramble 2021

Girl - ‘Desesh Mode’ Euro Tour

CPH OPEN 2021

Poolroom - RUNNER UP

Brick & Mortar - Autumn

Maxallure “INT CIRCLE” . “Beautiful Thoughts”

Dime comp vol 7 - Alexis Lacroix

SLP - KARI

Vans - Scandis

Kadence - DAIS

WKND - BOTTLE NECK SEWAGE . Street Fighters 2 . Alan Gelfand High

WORBLE III: Rough & Tough

Tree skateshop x Delivxry Buenos Aires - TREENIDAD

THE VIOLET PROMO

Stussy - Car Pool

Frog x Thunder

another massive year in skateboarding. hope things are good in your world. tell your friends you love em & let’s persevere to make 2023 even better

extended youtube playlist here

[crazyf0rswayze]

Who You Can Request For

The Outsiders

Darry

Sodapop

Ponyboy

Johnny

Dally

Steve

(Super bad at it but I can try-) Two-Bit

Karate Kid

Daniel LaRusso

Johnny Lawrence

Tex

Tex McCormick

Mason McCormick

Johnny Collins

Road House

John Dalton

The Breakfast Club

Andrew Clark

John Bender

Brian Johnson

Clair Standish

Dirty Dancing

Johnny Castle

Baby

Rocky

Rocky Balboa

Apollo Creed

Mighty Ducks

Charlie Conway

Gordon Bombay

Luis Mendoza

Fulton Reed

Adam Banks

Ferris Bueller's Day Off

Ferris Bueller

Cameron Frye

Jeanie Bueller

Sixteen Candles

Jake Ryan

Samantha Baker

Ted/The Geek (as described in the cast list)

Caroline Mulford

Robin

FNAF (2023)

Mike Schmidt/ Afton

Vanessa

(as a: motherly figure, friend, mikes gf, babysitter, ect) Abby

Actors

Patrick Swayze

Emilio Estevez

Charlie Sheen

Rob Lowe

C. Thomas Howell

Molly Ringwald

Ally Sheed

Anthony Michael Hall

Judd Nelson

Ralph Macchio

Matt Dillon

Other Celebrities

The Sturniolo triplets (I'll write for all three!)

[seanettlles]

milo's here!!!!! just chilling outside on the farm with some cake he prolly made earlier that day ^u^

he had to put on a different sweater bc somebody took his floral-print one 🤔 now whoever coulda done that

https://t.co/L9KiB3z4An

I took @dancingmantis advice to flip the final result so it shows his right leg is the amputated leg, but hey - visibility!

(AU where Roto loses his back paw instead)

All my friends need to post their’s now cause this one is really cute

[starguk-seoulstars]

Working on new muse page. I should have a few done within my lunch break. But here is a list of muses that I have, please feel free to ask about them if wanting to interact with them:

Hyunjin: Art student (Info up)

Agron: Illyrian General (FC: Bangchan) (Info up)

Greis: Illyrian Spy (FC: Hyunjin) (Info up)

Bardhyll: High Lord (FC: Johnny) (Info up)

Elros (FC: Felix) (info up)

Aeden (FC: Yeosang) (Info up)

Hades: God of the Underworld (FC: Mingi) (no pic, info up)

Hoseok/Wonho: Idol (no pic, info up)

Emilio Visco: Mob boss (FC: Changbin) (info up)

Owen Zanella: Mafia right hand (FC: Wooyoung) (info up)

Artemis: Assassin (FC: San) (info up)

Nyx: Assassin (FC: Seonghwa) (info up)

Ambrose: witch (FC: seoho) (info up)

Hanse: Florist

Han: Model

Hongjoong: warrior (deep back story) (info up)

Felix: Baker

Yunho: Comic book store owner

Seonghwa: Prince

Byungchan (wolf shifter): photography student

Fenrir (wolf shifter): FC- Bangchan

Changkyun (wolf shifter)

Minhyuk (wolf shifter): photographer

Seokjin version 1 (wolf shifter)

Seokjin version 2 (fashion designer)

Tyr (wolf shifter): FC- Yeosang

Kihyun: baker

Yongguk: Solo artist/ producer

Mark: Vampire

Jackson: Figure skater

Hermes (FC: Seongmin)

Leedo: dance instructor

[honeysmokedham]

TIMING: 5/7/2023 2:39 am PARTIES: Nora @honeysmokedham & Thea @notstinky LOCATION: Thea’s Apartment / Gallow’s Grove SUMMARY: Nora drags Thea into her attempt to understand the world. They come face to face with a ghoul.  CONTENT WARNINGS: N/A

The outside of stinky girl’s apartment was not as stenchy as Nora had led the poor girl to believe online. In fact, if it wasn’t for the sounds of her faintly crying from her upstairs home, Nora was willing to keep the joke going. This is why you should never meet who you troll online. They turn out to be human. Humans turn out to be fragile. She didn’t even feel like scaring the poor girl. Nora was still seething from her online argument with Emilio. Whatever good points he had made, and Nora was logically aware he had made them, she wanted to ignore them. She wanted to keep them in her little boxes of the world where she was the big bad terror around every street and nothing would ever harm her. This would just be further proof of this tonight. At least she’d won the argument, proven by her getting in the last word. Plus she would take this girl with her and maybe the stench of the undead would convince her she wasn’t actually smelly so she could stop crying. 

“Hurry up.” Nora called up from the street. In the dead of the night, Stinky’s neighbors were probably sleeping. Nora hoped the sound of her yell would wake them up. She hoped her bitter mood would infect every single one of them. Nora shoved her hands in her overall pockets, calling over Babadook. She’d brought her dog with her when she didn’t think she’d actually meet Stinky. Now that she had to convince Stinky the supernatural was real, she was glad she had her giant tentacle dog. “We have a long walk. We need to find where the dead hang out.” Nora was shouting all of this from the street. “I’m told they like graveyards, but I’ve never seen one in my graveyard. We’ll have to check others.” 

Thea didn’t know why being called stinky got to her; she blamed it on the repeated lack of sleep. Night shifts weren’t a good look on a morning person and Thea was a chronic early riser. It was something about the weight of it all, she guessed. After work, exhausted and demoralized, she slumped into the shower and worked at her skin until it was all red. She needed to get the blood off, the scents, the feelings of the day. She set the faucet to as hot as it went and stood there for hours, robbing herself of the precious sleep she so desperately needed. She did it to be clean. She did it to be good. She was always sure that if she could wake up clean, the day would be kind. In the end though, she was just stinky. Thea tended to believe people when they told her things, it was the obedient child in her; the one her father sheltered from the world with his fear of it. Thea wiped her face, patted down her flushed cheeks with cold water and put on as many layers as she could manage before she was out the door and into the street, walking like an extremely thick penguin. 

“Sorry,” Thea sniffled. “I was worried I would be so stinky that I…” Why was she bothering to explain? She shook the jacket she has brought out for the stranger; it was one of her favorites, an old bomber jacket someone who found her in the woods after a transformation gave her. She always thought it smelt permanently like chocolate; the woman who gave it to her was a baker. But mostly, it radiates a kindness that Thea hoped to copy. “I have the jacket,” she said, wiggling it as she couldn’t move her arms. “Oh.” Thea looked finally at the dog. “I like your dog’s cosplay.” And that was what she assumed it was, because what else could it have been? She didn’t know if it was exactly ethical to put all that makeup on a dog though. “I guess if I was undead I would hangout at a graveyard. I mean, it’s kinda cliché but I don’t think I would want to be a subversive zombie. I think there’s one close by.” 

Now that Stinky was standing next to her, covered in layer upon layer of clothing, all Nora could smell was an overwhelming cloud of citrus and honey. It was pleasant, actually. Not at all the stench she imagined coming from someone so worried about being stinky. Nora took a second sniff of the air just to make sure. The scent reminded her of lazy spring nights sitting with her fathers, drinking tea in the sitting room while the raido played soft music, the fire place crackled, and the only noise was the clattering of the china and the turning of pages. Nora blinked. What an unexpected memory. She brought her focus back to the conversation. The jacket being proffered was a nice bomber, a lingering scent of choclate radiated from it. Why did Stinky think she was stinky? So far everything smelled good. Nora accepted the jacket with a nod, swishing it on her shoulders. 

“That’s not cosplay. That’s just what he looks like.” Babadook let out one of his mornful yowls, the kind that sounded like a child crying. This had to be the first time in real conversation Nora heard someone use the word subversive. She actually stood and stared at Thea for a moment, before pulling out her phone to open google maps. “This one?” Nora asked, pointing at the spot located Gallows Grove. It was close. Stinky had been right. It was close. “Perfect. Lets go.” Nora turned the pointed direction and took off, her combat boots slapping the ground, a beat for her warpath. “Why do you think you’re stinky?” Nora asked as they walked. It was killing her. She had to know. 

“But he has tentacles,” Thea said plainly, as though that would explain it. He also sounded horrifying, but if the person had smell-screen technology she was sure there was some voice box she could have for her dog. It was possible. Probably. Hopefully? She waddled behind the stranger and their dog. “Oh,” Thea’s voice cracked. The question was simple and the answer should have been too; she was worried about her scent because she often came home smelling horribly after a shift. Her werewolfism had blessed her with scent astuteness; she didn’t need to do the whole armpit sniff test. But, as Thea thought about it, looking up at the twinkling stars and the inky blackness of the night, she realized the answer was even more simple than that. “I want people to like me,” she confessed in a small voice, her several layers of shirts, sweaters and jackets crinkling as she moved. “I don’t want to inconvenience anyone; no one likes an inconvenience. You show up smelling bad once and they think ‘that’s the girl that smells’. And that’s all they think. And I don’t want them to think that.” She waddled some more, staring out at the road. “I think I pride myself on how clean I am, how simple, how–um–unburdensome. If that’s a word. I want people to think of me like that. Like the girl who smelt good because she was.” Thea shook her head. “I bet it’s silly; I’m having a strangely emotional night. Um, thank you for being honest about how much I stink though. It just means I can fix it! A-and then I'll be…” Thea’s voice trailed off as tears welled up in her eyes. “How much further?” She sniffled. 

Aw shit. Nora had picked up a sad stray. Worst of all, it was a stray she could relate to. After that argument with Emilio she wasn’t looking for some kind of bonding friendship that left the readers with warm hearts and warm feelings. Nora wanted cold spite. She wanted fear. Now she was watching this girl waddle next to her, -were those tears in her eyes?- tears in her eyes and leaking of emotions. “You don’t stink.” Nora mumbled, a hand reaching out to rub Babadook’s head. “You smell fine. I was just messing with you. It’s the internet and I’m a giant troll. My bad.” God she hated apologizing, but the guilt of watching Stinky traveling through the world like that was heavier then letting go of her dumb joke. Now she was also going to need to stop thinking of Stinky as Stinky. “What’s your name?” Nora asked, directing them around the corner. “I’m Nora.” The girl felt harmless enough. If she was going to believe she was stinky based on some stranger on the internet, then hopefully she didn’t have enough crayons in her box to put together who Nora was.

Nora stopped as the first sight of Gallow’s Grove came upon them. “We’re here.” Babadook started running, eager to explor the grave. Much like how she wasn’t worried bout herself, Nora wasn’t worried about her dog’s exploration. “Do you think non-subversive zombies will be covered in rotting flesh, or perfectly preserved like vampires?” Nora asked, she made sure to step on all the loudest spots she could. Crunching leaves, snapping twigs. If there was something undead haunting this spot, she wanted it to come to them. “Maybe we can dig up a fresh grave for bait.” 

“You lied to me?” Thea stopped in her tracks, nearly toppling over from the weight of her ridiculous clothing choice. And it did feel ridiculous now and then some. Stupid. Naïve. How could she just believe that someone on the internet had the technology to smell her through a screen and then from all the way down her street? Her shoulders were fixed in place by the pulling of her multiple shirts so she couldn’t slump as much as her heart desired. She was stupid, she’d always been so stupid. There was no textbook she could study for how to navigate the world, nothing that told her that people would lie just because they could. “I’m Thea,” she swallowed. “I really thought I was…God, I’m so stupid.” She’d cried about this! Granted she cried about most things but this felt personal, somehow. She really has respected Nora for having the gumption to tell her she was stinky. Her head hung low as she continued to waddle. “I wanted to be an astronaut,” she mumbled, mostly to herself. “It sounds stupid now, I bet it sounds extra stupid when you think about this. What kind of astronaut would believe someone could smell them through the internet? I’m so…” Thea sniffled. Her head throbbed and at once, the lack of sleep coiled around her body. She wanted to go home and be haunted by this exchange for the next five years, at least.  

Thea didn’t want to be as loud as possible; it was the same thought process behind not wanting to be stinky. Unfortunately, she couldn’t really control how she moved in her stupid, stupid outfit. “Well if they’re undead then probably they have rotting flesh, because dead things usually do. I’m not sure how vampires stay preserved, if they exist. Maybe it’s like a sous vide?” Thea looked up, if there were zombies here, they definitely weren’t the welcoming sort. “Um.” Thea kicked the ground. “And it’s nice to meet you, Nora. I forgot to say that earlier. Um, even if you’re 

a liar, I guess.” Thea had meant that last part to come off like a joke but some bitterness lingered around her words. 

There were many things Nora was good at. Art. Pranks. Jokes. Surviving in the wilderness for years on end. Making strangers pee themselves with fright. Emotions weren’t one of those things. Emotions were hard things that she liked to ignore. Having emotions might as well be a sin. But over the course of this night, she’d seen emotional outbreaks from three people. Two of them felt like direct consequences of her actions. Who knew knowing people would be so complicated? “You’re not stupid,” Nora mumbled, her monotone voice as serious as ever. “You fell for my joke. I’m an excellent prankster. People believe me all the time.” This girl wore her heart on her multi-layered sleeve. Confessions of not wanting to be a burden, reveal of a childhood dream. Soon Nora would know Thea’s social security number, and at this point, Nora didn’t want it. Nora felt bad for the over-covered girl who had shown her kindness by giving her a jacket on a cold night after Nora had walked there specifically to bully her. Fuck. Nora was a monster. She wasn’t supposed to feel bad about doing monstrous things. “It's not stupid to be an astronaut. You could probably still be one.” At least Nora hoped so. For Thea’s sake. 

Yet Thea was still there. Not walking off after Nora's treacherous joke. Still talking about the zombies they were going to find while acting like she didn't believe in the supernatural. 'Um, even if you’re a liar, I guess.' The line stung like a slap to the face. Nora's stony expression didn't portray it thankfully. One of those tiny mental boxes Nora used to shove all her emotions aside and pretend she was an infallible monster of immortality sprung open. Memories of her fathers yelling at her. 'You can't keep pushing everyone out of your life Nora! It's okay to be different. It's not okay to take what you're feeling out on those around you.' Thea. Emilio. The countless others she'd been bullying online. Was this just her form of acting out? No. She didn't want to be this self-aware.  Nora shoved the box deep inside her. A sound coming from their left helped. Nora's eyes shot in that direction. A dark figure was there. Something that looked like a gargoyle but less stone. "Hey!" Nora shouted into the space between them. "Are you undead?" 

Thea didn’t know Nora very well, but she could tell that an attempt at comforting her was being made. Her stomach twisted with guilt. Stupid, stupid. Why had she opened her dumb mouth? Now she was making this person perform emotional labor for her. Thea opened her mouth to apologize and then shut it. “I really couldn’t,” Thea said. “Be an astronaut. Not anymore.” If she ever could in the first place. She didn’t know much about being a werewolf, but she assumed that flying up in a rocket and looking at the big moon in all its bright and beautiful glory would mean she’d be permanently wolfed out. Not exactly a great thing to be in space. “Thank you, though. I get what you’re trying to do and I appreciate it.” Thea smiled, though she couldn’t be sure how visible it was under the darkness and the high collar of one of her several jackets. “You were really kind to let me come with you and to tell me the truth.” Even though it came after a devastating bullying attempt. Thea preferred the positives, her life was already full of the opposite. 

Thea’s attention snapped away with Nora’s. “Hi!” Thea tried to wave, she looked more like a vibrating blob. Thea did, thanks to a certain unnameable incident in the heart of Toronto’s downtown, have enhanced senses. She hadn’t gotten the hang of them; the smelling she understood, that was all sniff-sniff. She’d been sniffing since she was a baby. The hearing was hit or miss; she often forgot she could hear more than the average person and mostly chose to drown out the world with music anyway. The night vision, however, was something she didn’t know had improved at all. She assumed Nora saw it too and Nora didn’t seem so alarmed so Thea wasn’t either. “That’s really good makeup!” She grinned. “You look really scary! How are you perched on the gravestone like that? That looks like it hurts.” The actor, as Thea assumed they were, crawled forward in the dark, muscular limbs with spiky hide stretching out from a gray body that melded with the night. 

There was Thea’s heartbeat, rapid in her chest in a constant thump-thump. Then, there was Nora's heartbeat, a more normal rhythm. “Oh.” Thea turned to Nora. “I think this is actually an undead.” Her heart pumped faster. She didn’t have time to process the logic of it. All she knew was that there were two heartbeats and three bodies. Thea might have been stupid, but she could do math. 

It was a little ominous. The mention of not being able to be an astronaut, not anymore. What could that possibly mean? Did she wear contacts? Nora thought she remembered something about fast pilots needing 20/20 vision to fly, was it the same for being a silly man in space? There wasn't any time to delve into that. Nora was selfishly thankful for that. She'd been a participant in more than enough emotional conversations for the night. Nora was thankful for the new figure in the night. It was something tangible to focus on that didn't involve those fluttering sensations that lived in your chest.

Nora listened to Thea's make-up praise. Thea was truly set on believing the undead weren't real, wasn't she? Babadook appeared near them, letting out a mournful howl. Probably a warning to them. Nora waved the dog away. This had been what they were looking for. This wasn't the time to turn back. Fear, the taste of citrus, and disappointment drifted off of Thea as she turned to Nora. “I think this is actually an undead.” Nora's mouth opened, and the words stood on the tip of her tongue ready to come out. 'Yeah, I told you we were looking for the undead.' They never got the chance to come out. Instead, Nora felt a hard body slam against them. 

The undead, probably not a zombie, had ran head-first into them. Nora stumbled, catching herself and pushing away the creature. "Chill dude, we just want to be your friend," Nora mumbled. "You don't gotta be rude about it." Nora looked at Thea to see how she was handling all of them. To her dismay, Nora was met with the sight of the creature's mouth biting into Thea's arm. “Don’t bite her.” Nora raised a combat boot clad foot and shoved it into the creature. “Be fuckin’ normal.” If that old fucking man turned out to be right, again, Nora was going to be pissed. 

The creature (Thea’s ignorance could only go so far) was biting into her arm. Well, her jacket. One of several jackets over several sweaters over several shirts. She was sweating underneath it and shook her arm violently. “I think you’re making it mad!” Thea looked at the creature. “Um. He? She? Sorry, what pronouns do you prefer? I don’t want to be rude.” The creature snarled, muffled by the many layers that adorned Thea. Its sharp, jagged teeth seemed to be stuck between the threads. Thea shook her arm some more. “I think it wants to eat me!” More shaking. It raised its claws and slashed into her layers, ripping them open and sending tufts of fabric into the air. “Help!” She fell over from the force, wiggling on the ground. “Nora! I only have so many shirts!” 

Fuck. This was not how this was supposed to go. Nora shold have considered that of course bringing a human with her would distract the undead with thoughts of food instead of friendship. Thea was tumbling in the ground, a mass of layers and slashing. Nora had to do something. Nora wasn’t much of a fighter, you never needed to fight someone if you scared them. Nora took a deep breath, visualizing her bones as being super tough and super strong. If her illusions worked like that, maybe she’d get super strength like that too. Launching forward, Nora wound back her leg and kicked into the creature like a soccer player trying to score the winning goal. The creature unlatched its mouth. Between Thea’s struggling and the creature’s surprise of being kicked, it reared back ready. It looked like it was ready to attack again. Right as Nora tensed, ready to dodge, it stumbled. The damn thing had tripped on a loose stone. It toppled against a broken headstone, brains splattering everywhere. “Sick.” Nora offered a hand to Thea. “That was fuckin’ cool. We should do that again.” Pause. “Do you think its dead? Again?”

Somewhere between the slashing and her own screaming, Thea had slipped out from under a few layers, giving her just enough mobility to scramble to her feet. She stared at the remains of the creature whose pronouns she never knew, because it hadn’t answered her and it definitely couldn’t with its jaw split in three. To say it still had a head would be generous. It had a pile of goop. “Um.” Thea blinked. “Is this murder?” She turned to Nora. Did Nora care? Would she care? Should she care? Thea went through all the question words: why, how, when, where. “Well,” she said, “it’s not moving so…” Thea kicked it, noting that it seemed more goopy than usual, as if it was turning into sludge. Had it always been this way? “I’m…” Thea sniffed the air. “No…” Thea sniffed it more furiously. “I’m stinky!” She pointed at herself. “Like for real this time! I smell like sweat!” Thea slumped into herself, careful to keep her pits down. “I guess…murder was...kinda…cool?” 

Adrenaline pumped through Nora. That was the coolest shit she’d done in a while. Plus, Thea looked unharmed. It was a shame about all her clothes. Nora made a mental note to steal some. “Can’t be murder, it was already dead. That’s part of being undead, right?” Nora tossed her phone towards Thea. “Quick take a picture of it with me before it disappears.” Nora crouched down, posing with a peace sign with the corpse quickly becoming goop. Unfortunately, Thea was back on her stinky crusade. “If you’re stinky then I’m wretched.” The last time Nora had taken a shower was a week ago, after the blood. The blood it had been so warm. Her brain froze for just a second before restarting. She needed to get over that. She’d just watched an undead die in front of her. “You’re fine. People are allowed to sweat when they do things.” Nora cracked a smile when Thea said murder was cool. It was just a small one. Just the tiniest break in her generally expressionless face. “That’s the spirit, Thea! We’ll become serial murderers.” 

Thea relaxed as Nora said it wasn’t murder: she’d eaten people, killing something that was already dead didn’t seem like it was a lot worse. If the undead were real, which, for this moment, Thea needed it to be for the sake of her sanity. She could not be liable for murders when she wasn’t wolfed out, that was an actual crime. As Nora’s phone flew through the air, Thea caught it with only the smallest of fumbles; she was proud. “Okay! Yeah! Peace sign! You can totally post this on Instagram hashtag goop.” Thea, a generation Z child, was adept at taking photos. She took several, just in case the first one was bad. Some with flash, some without. Nora had asked for a photo, but Thea was treating it like a photoshoot. She liked to think she was getting all the good angles, whatever the good angles were.  

“And thanks, I was worried about…” Thea held the phone out for Nora to take back. Then, she sniffed the air. All this time she had been worried about the scents on her that she wasn’t sniffing at the scents that were right in front of her all along. Nora smelled like fresh dirt, the beginnings of a garden; body odor, the natural scent of a body; and like someone tried to cover it all up with…fabric softener? Thea sniffed again. No, Febreeze. And what was the scent trying to claw out from under the sweat? Deodorant? It wasn’t very strong. Thea broke out into a wide grin. “You stink!” She laughed brightly, bursting with a strange sort of happiness. “You stink! You actually stink! Just like me!” Thea jumped in her spot. “Omg, stink buddies.” She paused again. “Well, no, I don’t want to be a murderer…” Technically she already was, and even though she felt like she could tell Nora that, she didn’t want to. “But I will take being a stink buddy! And it is kinda cool how…” Thea turned back to their goop-friend. “How…sludge-y it is? I wonder what the science behind this is. I know bodies get kinda goop’ed when they decompose but..” It was like several stages of decomposition all at once, if she had to guess. Eventually, it’d just be nothing. “Thanks for this, Nora.” She smiled again. 

Hashtag goop? Nora was internally groaning. She would never get an Instagram. This was going in her ‘Cool Shit and Fond Memories.’ folder. Nora got to her feet after she felt like enough photos were taken, taking her phone back from Thea. Nora watched as Thea came to the realization that Nora was stinky as well. Nora was actually damned sure she smelled worse. Thea had the advantage of a shower an hour before this encounter. The girl seemed positively filled with joy to know there was someone in this world just as stinky as her. It filled part of the hole in her chest that felt guilt about bullying her online. Now they were stinky buddies, and the fear that had permeated around Thea was completely gone and replaced only by her smile. The warmth in her chest at the moment made this whole night worth it. 

“Don’t know anything about the science,” Nora admitted, standing next to Thea as they watched the body go through the rapid stages of decomposition. “I know if you kill a vampire they get dusted.” “Thanks for this, Nora.” Was this friendship? An uncomplicated friendship with someone her age who didn’t want to use her for her wealth and fame? A stinky buddy. “Hey smile.” Nora stepped closer holding up her phone, pointed at the two of them. “Hashtag Stinky Buddies.” 

Thea hadn’t been in a photo together with someone since she ate her best friends. For a moment, she didn’t know what to do. Did she smile? Did she shoot a peace sign? Did she flip the camera off? No, that one was too mean. Unless Nora was doing it too, then she would also do it. She looked at Nora; Nora was not doing it. Thea turned her gaze back to the phone camera. Once upon a time, she used to be camera shy; she cried before school picture days and demanded her friends crop her out of their photos. The fear still lingered inside of her, as if there was something rancid deep down that the camera would pick up and display for everyone to see. But she knew what to do now. “Hashtag stinky buddies!” She grinned wide and threw her arms around Nora, pulling her into a quick, surprise hug. It would last only as long as it took to snap the photo, which was just seconds, but Thea would remember it for a lot longer than that.

This was the night she’d accepted her stink, debatably killed a creature and made a friend. She wouldn’t forget it; nights like these didn’t happen all the time. And, for once, despite it all, she felt normal again. She could be a girl who took photos, who made friends, and who went out to new places and had wonderful, goopy experiences.    

[styleofdiamandis]

PHOTOSHOOT: MARINA FOR NYLON MAGAZINE

I mean, you guys. How great does Marina look here? For Marina's ever NYLON cover, she paved her own path and went for a more retro look for the magazine. 

Photography was done by Damon Baker. Styling by Santa Bevacqua and Shawna Ferguson, glam by Ozzy Salvatierra, hair (look at all those adorable pins!) by Fallon Toni Chavez and lastly, nails by Stephanie Stone.

I love how fresh, confident, retro, fit and coiffed up she is here for this spread. 

For the cover look, we got Marina in a Dior Pre-Fall 2015 white, beige, orange & black striped rib stretch woven sweater with turtleneck design.

You know how much I love a good mish-mash of pieces that create one look together.

Her coat and skirt belong to Fall/Winter 2015 collections. The first one is by Holly Fulton and is the Gaze repeat print silk and wool coat with red Mongolian fur collar and cuffs, while the latter hails from the French house of Vionnet and is a plaid maxi skit with electric-blue mohair strips and delicate black lace panels.

Underneath her coat M wears the Fortnight Fall/Winter 2014 Vega demi bra made from their signature chevron jacquard lace!

The third look is from Emilio Pucci's Pre-Fall 2015 lookbook. I could totally see the majority of this collection on Marina for this particular shoot but I'm glad they went with one of my favorite sets!

A striped silk dress with roomy, tunic-like silhouette with lace-up neck in striking shades of magenta, blue and pale grey ($1,520.00 - sold out). Of course, she also rocked the matching flared trousers ($554.00 - sold out).

Throughout the shoot, Marina rocks the Cartier Amulette de Cartier 18k rose-gold band ring with malachite and brilliant-cut diamond of 0.09 carats.

Add one more fun printed ensemble to Marina's spread with NYLON.

This 70s-inspired chevron multi metallic jacquard coat with contrasting black panels ($1,540.00 - sold out) and matching flare pants ($495.00 - sold out) hail from Giambattista Valli's Pre-Fall 2015 lookbook – an ode to 1970s icon Mariana Schiano!

The clever play with prints is truly something to be adored.

For the final look our girl looks more than amazing in this diagonally striped silk jacquard blazer ($2,285.00 - sold out) and culottes pulled straight from Dsquared²'s Pre-Fall 2015 collection!

Underneath, Marina rocked a silk blouse version of DKNY's Laura bandana print flare dress.

Marina injected even more fun into her outfit with the shoe department!

The appropriately named Solar strappy sandals are from Charlotte Olympia. I love the typical Charlotte quirk factor on these stunners!

[lesbianmelkor]

THE WHORE SLEEPS BADLY: a playlist for Emilio Sandoz

notes on songs under the cut!! emilio art credit to @ferretteeth

Alone Together - Fall Out Boy

this is the road to ruin and we´re starting at the end!!! emilio deserves to have some angsty music and also. this song is about being alone without being alone and being trapped and being loved for the worst things about yourself. i don´t know where i´m going but i dont think i´m coming home!!

2. Be Afraid - Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit

this is a song about feeling like g-d is ignoring you and feeling like you´re not living up to your potential and also the lyric "we´ve been testing you and you failed to see how long that you could hold it in before you screamed, but you only exhaled" g-ddddddd.

3. Bite the Hand - Boygenius

another song about emilio´s relationship with g-d. "i can´t love you how you want me to"?? he comes home and he can´t do it anymore!! it´s gone!! he´ll bite the hand that feeds him!!! also. "i can´t hear you, you´re too far away" cause he left g-d behind him on rakhat.

4. Butchered Tongue - Hozier

This is actually a pre-priesthood linguistics song for emilio!! minority culture always having to speak in another language than your own, especially for taino emilio... and then speaking these languages that literally nobody else on the planet speaks!! crazy

5. Colorblind - Counting Crows

literally just listen to this song and tell me this isn´t how emilio feels. "i am covered in skin, no one gets to come in" and then the repetition of "i am ready i am fine"?? im pulling my hair out.

6. Cringe - Matt Maeson

so this is actually the stripped version which makes me crazy in its own right but. "oh i make you cringe now. don´t i make you cringe now?" matt said this song is about leading a lifestyle that the people around you don´t approve of and it just. this one. just trust me.

7. Cry for Judas - the Mountain Goats

you get it. you get it. "mistreat your altar boys long enough and this is what you get." "i´m still here but all is lost". it was ruined!! all was lost!! he thinks he is judas betraying g-d!!! you know what i mean.

8. Floating in the Forth - Frightened Rabbit

so the lead singer of frightened rabbit committed suicide by jumping off a bridge into the firth of forth and he wrote this song about doing that before he did that and it just. just. it´s so important also remember this it comes up three songs later.

9. Graceless - The National

"G-D LOVES EVERYBODY, DON´T REMIND ME". this is a song about being in the world without being fully present and it kills me.

10. Leave My Body - Florence + the Machine

from the first line: "i´m gonna be released from behind these lines, and i don´t care whether i live or die" to the last: "moving up to higher ground, your history keeps pulling me down", this is a song about emilio trying to move forward as everyone keeps forcing him to relive what happened over and over.

11. The Modern Leper - Julien Baker

hey remember when i said remember the frightened rabbit trivia! this is from the cover album they released after their lead singer killed himself and it is sooooooo. this is a song about being fundamentally broken and diseased and the rest of the world ignores it but you know you´re unlovable. "i am ill but im not dead and i don´t know which of those i´d prefer"!!!

12. Never Quite Free - the Mountain Goats

this is a song about knowing that the trauma still hangs over you and you´ll never be able to escape it and it makes me cry. anyway. "it gets okay to praise the day, believe in sheltering skies and stable earth, but hear his breath come through his teeth". emilio is trying so hard to build a better life and sometime it just won´t happen!!

13. Prayer in Open D - Emmylou Harris

again from the first lyric to the last, this is a song about emilio sandoz. "there´s a valley of sorrow in my soul, where every night i hear the thunder roll like the sound of a distant gun over all the damage i have done" and it Gets Worse From There!!

14. Relative Fiction - Julien Baker

"cause i don´t need a savior i need you to take me home"!!! the religious trauma HITS when you´re trying so hard to be good for a g-d you no longer believe in!!!

15. Spent Gladiator 2 - the Mountain Goats

"stay alive. maybe spit some blood at the camera. just stay alive" what if your life and your pain was a spectacle and you dont know how to escape and you don´t even know what escape would look like. anyway.

16. Sun Bleached Flies - Ethel Cain

hey girls. hey girls. did you know g-d loves you but not enough to save you!! anyway religious trauma and having fallen in the eyes of g-d and not being able to fix it and just wanting to be safe and go home. "if it´s meant to be then it will be. i forgive it all as it comes back to me"!!! praying to go back to a home you know you can never return to. i am unwell.

17. Televangelist - Julien Baker

i hear you saying "jordan this is the third julien baker song on here" and all i can say is gay ppl with religious trauma understand emilio sandoz better than anyone else. anyway. "am i a masochist screaming televangelist clutching my crucifix of white noise and static. all my prayers are just apologies." you know what i mean.

18. 24 Frames - Jason Isbell

this is once again a song about g-d abandoning you!! "you thought g-d was an architect now you know he´s something like a pipe bomb ready to blow". it´s soooo good.

in conclusion: i am mentally unwell please appreciate the fruits of my insanity.

[theqhreator42]

Preacher’s Daughter fancast

There’s been a lot of talk about the three films planned to cover Ethel Cain’s story, so I wanted to share my personal vision for its main characters!

1. Aaron Paul as Ethel Cain

Jesse Pinkman has this perfect haunted expression at all times, like he’s carrying the ghosts in his mother’s blood, like he truly cannot escape what he’s made up of. Even more importantly, he is canonically transmasc AND transfem (Vince and Peter personally confirmed it to me in a conference), so there could not be a better cast here!

2. Bryan Cranston as Isaiah

Breaking Bad is the story of a traumatized transgender person being manipulated by a cruel remorseless narcotrafficker into living in the American Southwest, so the parallels are truly stark.

3. Charles Baker as Willoughby

Granted, his house is in Albuquerque, not Nebraska, but “New Mexico” and “Nebraska” both begin with the letter <n> so it’s totally viable, frankly.

4. John Koyama as Logan

idk this is a shitpost I didn’t think very far but Emilio does get wiped out early

[trueblueboygenius]

Julien Baker at All Things Go NYC photographed by Emilio Herce for Paste Magazine!

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Informational update!!!  I have finished updating all of my mobile masterlists except descendants ( currently finishing the last two gifs for that and then it’ll need to be remade in two parts ) — fandoms that needed updating were Glee, Gilmore Girls, The Hunger Games ( which needs a second update to add in Hollis’ band oops ), Merlin, Percy Jackson, Miscellanous ( specifically for OUAT ocs ), and DC, and making a masterlist for Schmigadoon, and although I say this every time, I’m going to try my best to not get quite so behind again!

the desktop masterlists have not been updated but they are a much bigger thing to tackle so I’m going to hold off on those until I’m less sick and have the energy to actually deal with it!

as a quick rundown, these are all of the ocs that have been added / updated!

Amelie Kline ( Glee )

Anna LaCosta ( Gilmore Girls )

Bea Kelley ( Bridgerton )

Benny Flynn ( Gilmore Girls )

Birdie McDonough ( Schmigadoon )

Calleigh Sheridan ( OUAT )

Catalina Pérez ( Gilmore Girls )

Chad Channing ( Glee )

Chandler Beck ( Gilmore Girls )

Cyrus Allegro ( PJO )

Dottie McDonough ( Schmigadoon )

Elsine Pendragon ( Merlin )

Emilio Contreras ( Jurassic World )

Gen Saylor ( Gilmore Girls )

Hillary Holliday ( Glee )

Jem Skeates ( PJO )

Johanna St James ( Glee )

Joshua St James ( Glee )

Leander Zane Hayes ( Gotham )

Lorena Falcone ( Gotham )

Lucas Gilmore ( Gilmore Girls )

Mac Hudson ( Glee )

Mila Bellamy ( PJO )

Nell Baker ( Glee )

Odelia Kowroski ( OUAT )

Preston Gilmore ( Gilmore Girls )

Princess Aelia ( Merlin )

Ricky Skinner ( Schmigadoon )

Xander Smythe ( Glee )

Aimee Rose Baird ( THG; recast with Isabela Moner )

[dear-indies]

Hey there! Just found out there are some recent allegations made against Til Schweiger about misconduct on set-- would really love to have some alt faceclaims for him! Thank you very much!!

Ken Watanabe (1959) Japanese.

Sanada Hiroyuki (1960) Japanese.

Iain Glen (1961)

Emilio Rivera (1961) Mexican.

Christopher Meloni (1961)

Richard Roxburgh (1962)

Bob Odenkirk (1962)

Kanagawa Hironobu (1963) Japanese.

Greg Kinnear (1963)

Benjamin Bratt (1963) Peruvian of Quechua descent, German (including Sudeten German), and English.

Charles Parnell (1964) African-American.

Tommy Flanagan (1965)

David Cubitt (1965)

Kiefer Sutherland (1966)

Zahn McClarnon (1966) Irish, Polish, Hunkpapa Lakota and Sihasapa Lakota.

Rufus Sewell (1967)

Claes Bang (1967)

Jim Caviezel (1968)

Aaron Eckhart (1968)

Simon Baker (1969)

Richard Dormer (1969)

Peter Dinklage (1969) - has achondroplasia.

Thomas Jane (1969)

Jason Clarke (1969)

Ethan Hawke (1970)

Here you go!