#family doctors Bronx

[lindszeppelin]

DIRTY DEEDS [pt. 1]

Pairing: Austin Butler x Fem!Reader

Prompt: 1970s New York. Austin is tightly wound in the Italian Mafia. Living a life of crime has it's drawbacks. Austin and his wife figure out whether enjoying the perks of being the hottest couple in the big apple with high roller power is worth their lives.

Rating: Mature. 18+.

Word Count: 13.5k

Warnings: Violence, physical assault, blood, smut, oral (m. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), swearing, some 70s slang/verbiage, drinking, corruption

The streets of New York City are dangerous to navigate for the uninitiated. It's not enough to be savvy with book smarts - that will only get you so far in life. Try walking down 5th Avenue at night. Even if you're the smartest person in the world who thinks they know everything, you're a damn fool. Best case scenario is you're gonna get mugged within an inch of your life, and the robbers will leave you a bloody pulp on the sidewalk like yesterday's trash. One has to be wise to the dealings of the streets. It's a dog eat dog world, and only the toughest, thick-skinned individuals can survive the Big Apple unphased.

For Austin Butler, a life of brazen crime was not one that he envisioned for himself. It seemed like he was thrust into quick sand, and before he knew which way was up it was too late. Austin was no regular Joe-Schmoe however. He was well aware of the goings on around New York City. As an actor who's climbing the social ladder and intertwining himself into the higher echelons of society, he's learned a thing or two about keeping your mouth shut and never fucking with the wrong people.

But Austin is one of the lucky ones. At least to any outsider. He came from a good, loving family who supported his dreams. While money didn't grow on trees, he was well off than most people. His parents raised him on the value of a dollar and treating others with respect. Plus, he knew what it was like to go hungry. Ever the gentle soul, he was drawn to helping the less fortunate. And New York City's growing homeless population was the perfect breeding ground for those with dastardly schemes to sink their teeth into the ripe flesh and feed.

It's no secret that the Italian community is thriving and strong, becoming the backbone of the state's culture. You can't walk down the street without seeing about three Italian restaurants, a deli serving the freshest meats, and a pizzeria selling hot pies like it's going out of style. But before New York City became rife with bigshots with bloated pockets full of hundred dollar bills wrapped in rubberbands, poor immigrant families of times yonder sailed the seas to Ellis Island. Brooklyn became a home away from home for these wandering souls. Little Italy was just a small slice of the Bronx, but everybody knew everyone's business.

One of these immigrant families ruled the city with an iron fist, and they have been for generations. The thoroughbred Sicilians named the Tenaglia's reigned supreme, offering those in need of assistance with whatever they asked for. But of course, it always came with a price. The poorest of neighbors to the high ranking officials of the city like the police were in the back pockets of the Tenaglia's. You name it - lawyers, bankers, real estate brokers, doctors and others were on bended knee to the Tenaglia's - especially to the Godfather, Don Antonio Tenaglia. And nobody batted an eyelash. It's a funny thing what money can do to a person's morale.

Austin's acting career led him to the Big Apple mostly for gigs and also for charity work on the side. It was here that he met someone that would alter the course of his life. Pellegrino Tenaglia was the youngest son of Antonio, and often considered the best looking Tenaglia - his long dark locks are always tucked nicely behind his ears, and his dark hazel eyes shine gorgeously off his olive oil tanned skin. If he wasn't knee deep in his father's business he would probably make it big as a model or movie star. Antonio made sure all his sons latched onto some kind of career where they could have a foothold in all different areas of the city. Pellegrino is a nice boy and dutifully respects his father. So he took up looking after some of the charities in the poor neighborhoods. While it's not the life that Pellegrino wanted for himself, who was he to go against the wishes of his iron fisted family? As the baby of the bunch he knew it was almost impossible for him to get a word in edgewise before he gets overshadowed by his older brothers who think they know better. He figured that while he was put into this situation, he might as well try to do some actual good for the community he was born and raised in. This was where his path with Austin would collide.

While it might seem like an unlikely match, Austin and Pellegrino bonded naturally over their love of helping the less fortunate. They were also close in age with Austin being a year older than him at 31. They struck up a friendship rather quickly, and pretty soon the laidback Tenaglia son showed Austin around to some local spots. While Pellegrino is a party animal, he likes to schmooze and have a good time. He can make quick friends with strangers in only minutes with a flash of his crooked smile and effortless charm.

Nightlife in the city was unmatched. Studio 54 was the hottest dance club to ever grace the nation - anyone who's anyone goes there to rock to the pumping music and get their picture taken for publicity. Austin was a shy man, so he doesn't get out to dance that much. But spending time with Pellegrino, who goes by Green, allowed the genteel blonde to open up more.

"You gotta get out and embrace life a little, man. I know you don't wanna be cooped up in a soup kitchen all damn day. Lemme show you the ropes." Green would say cheerily, his thick Bronx accent rolling off his tongue.

One of these particular evenings, the line at Studio 54 was reaching far around a couple of blocks. While Green could probably sweet talk the bouncers with a knowing wink and the utterance of his last name, he got the better idea to take Austin to a hole in the wall club that most people don't know about. "It's fucking awesome in here. You're gonna love it." Green would say, pushing Austin along with a firm but friendly hand on his back. Austin on the other hand is sweating bullets.

One last turn of a corner and there they were, at their destination. Green held the door of the club open for Austin and the tall man walked in with his tail tucked between his legs. If you didn't know it, one could assume Austin was on his way to get a stern lecturing from his boss based on how badly he was shaking. He was out of his element completely. But he didn't have time to convince Green to turn around and walk home. Before Austin knew it, he was already thrust to the club's bar and forced down onto an open barstool with a slap on the back from his friend. The bartender nodded to the gentleman and expectantly waited for their orders.

Green spoke up first with his voice, smooth as butter. "A beer for me, please. And what do you want, Butler?" He asked.

Austin cleared his throat and tired his best to adjust quickly to the change in surroundings. "Uh, i'll have a whiskey on the rocks." Austin spoke to the bartender politely. The sharp dressed man in a polyester suit behind the bar went to work on fixing up the men's drinks.

The loud music blaring and the chatty cathy's coming in and out of the club passing by Austin was overwhelming to his senses. He could feel his wallflower demeanor start to creep up on him. He hoped he could curb the anxiety by placing a Marlboro cigarette between his plush lips and flicking his zippo lighter he pulled from his pants pocket, inhaling the cloud of smoke deeply into his lungs before exhaling through his nose.

Green seemed to notice his friend's reservations and leaned his elbow on the counter, facing Austin with his muscular build. "Hey man, no stress. You know I wouldn't take you to a place that wasn't happenin'. Once you get some of that whiskey down your neck I'm sure your feet will lead you to the dance floor." He said, projecting his voice loud enough over the music so Austin could hear.

The shy man put the cigarette between his lips as he ran a hand through his long golden tresses. "We'll see where the night takes us I suppose." He muffled. Two long fingers grasped the cigarette as he took another drag and blew the smoke out the side of his mouth, away from his friend.

This satisfied Green who plastered a wide grin across his face, and patted Austin on the shoulder. Austin was used to getting physically manhandled by Green, it was just how he showed his affection. "Cool, man. That's what I like to hear. Keep an open mind."

Clubs were not a place that Austin frequented very much, if at all. He was the kind of man to enjoy staying home or going out to a nice restaurant. He wouldn't even consider himself a dancer. To think about going out on the dancefloor and moving his feet to the beat of the music has his palms clammy and his stomach doing nauseating flips.

The bartender slid down a freshly cracked Heineken for Green, who thanked the man behind the counter with a nod before wrapping his lips around the bottle and guzzling down the frothy liquid.

Slowly but surely the music started to dwindle down and a sleazy voice slurred over the club's speakers. "Alright ladies and gents, this one goes out to two very foxy mamas out there on the dance floor. You know who you are. Take it away." Said the DJ, a little too close to the microphone. The curly haired mustachioed man behind the booth replaced the vinyl with a fresh one on the turntable, and turned the volume all the way up to eleven.

The sweet melodic strings of Bee Gees "More Than a Woman" rolls on through the club and hit's Austin's ears. Instinctively he rolls his eyes. He's heard the song all over the radio and frankly he despises the tune for how overplayed it is. But tonight will give him a reason to turn his opinion around, he just doesn't know it yet. The party goers all rushed to the dance floor and grabbed a partner. Anyone who had any sense at all would be swaying back and forth to the music, but Austin and Green were onlookers as they observed from their barstools on the second floor of the club.

Austin kept taking drags from his cigarette, watching the way that the beautifully dressed women were spinning around their partners. While he wasn't one to think he had a chance at dancing, he did yearn for a special someone to hold close to him and put the rhythm in his body. While he looked on with a good poker face, on the inside his heart swelled for the chance to take his forever lady on the floor. Maybe one day.

Completely oblivious to the two men, the bartender placed Austin's whiskey on the counter with his own coaster. When Austin heard the glass clink down on the counter top he spun back around and gingerly sipped away at the musky amber liquid. He tapped the excess ashes of his cigarette in a nearby ashtray, taking his eyes off the dancefloor to shyly study the mound of ice in his glass, letting his melancholia posses his thoughts.

Green however was not one to wither away into his drink. He kept his focus entirely on the crowd of dancers, admiring the smooth moves from some of the couples. His foot was tapping on the floor and his head was bobbing along in time to the swing beat. This was his sanctuary away from his family, and he found comfort in the multi-colored lights and sparkling discoball that shined like a beacon touching down from Heaven.

As he scoped out the crowd his eyes narrowed in on two particular women in the center of the floor, dancing together. His deep set eyes widened at the realization. "Holy shit. Unbelievable." He gawked.

"Hmm?" Austin mumbled, quirking his brow at Green.

"My wife is down there. I was wondering where this chick was at all day. Should have known I'd find her on some dancefloor." Green laughed. He took another swig of his beer, his eye never leaving the vision of his wife working wonders on the floor. Tiffany was also a party animal like Green. The two go together like bread and butter. If she wasn't out shopping or at home making the house all perfect for her husband when he gets home, she's out strutting her stuff under a discoball.

"No kidding," Austin chuckled. "She's a dancer?" He asked, bringing his cigarette back to his lips.

Green smirked knowingly. "Only the best dancer in the whole tri-state area as far as i'm concerned." Green leaned back against the bar counter and admired his wife twirling around on the lower level.

Austin blew his smoke out his nose and spun around on his barstool to face the crowded floor once more. "Which one is she?" He asked, trying to scope out the terrain.

Green gestured to the dance floor with the nose of his beer bottle. "You see the one in the middle of the floor with the red hair? Green dress? That's my Tiffany." He smiled proudly, his heart swelling at the thought that the beautiful woman out there dancing to her heart's content was his wife.

Austin squinted his eyes, finally landing on the firey redhead, who stood out among the crowd of blondes and brunettes alike. He nodded absentmindedly to himself that but of course the handsome Tenaglia son would bag a beautiful girl. He caught a glimpse of her satin green dress twirling around her as she spun hand in hand with her dance partner. Tiffany was never alone on the dance floor, her best friend would always accompany her. And tonight was as per usual.

As the men watched Tiffany dance, they could finally see the woman she was dancing with. At first all that they could make out was a mass of fluffy, perfectly bouncy blown out curls. When the woman finally spun around, her visage no longer a mystery, Austin's jaw nearly hit the floor. The mystery woman looked like she had stepped out of a fairytale. Her curves were supple and accented gorgeously with white bellbottom pants and a cropped long sleeve top that was tied at the small of her waist, accenting her cleavage. Did Cupid just come down and strike Austin's heart with an arrow? Because in all his life he swears he's never seen a more sexy creature. He leaned forward on his barstool, trying to get a better look at the woman who set his heart asunder. At any moment he was sure he'd have a heart attack. "Who's that dancing with your wife?" Austin asked perhaps a little too nervously, but he tried to play it off.

Green rose to his feet to get a better view from up above. "Oh that's Y/N. She's like a sister to Tiff. Known her for years. She's a nice girl." Green placed his hands on his hips and turned back on his boot heels to face Austin. Almost immediately he could tell that Austin was somewhere on another planet. He had faraway eyes, and all he heard Pellegrino say was her name. It played on a loop in the blonde's mind, thinking it was the most beautiful string of syllables he's ever heard. He so lost in his own thoughts that he barely noticed his cigarette was burning so fast that it was mostly all ash crumbling in his hands and threatening to make a mess of his nice slacks.

Green smirked at his friend, and raised a quizzical brow. "You want me to introduce you?" He asked, knowing the answer would most likely be yes.

Austin's mouth went dry at the thought. She looked like an angel as she smiled wide, giggling with Tiffany as the women danced around each other. The way her body swayed to the beat of the music sent blood rushing straight to Austin's manhood. He needed to know her. He had to talk to her. But like this? Austin felt like a school boy with a crush on the prettiest girl in the class. He rubbed the sweat from his palms onto his thighs and tried his best to quell the blood rushing straight for his cock. Not that it had been a long time since Austin was with a woman. But there was something about this femme fatal that captured his unique interest. She beguiled him from across the room. For all she knew, she didn't even know of his existence. Not yet anyway.

"Do you think she'd go for me? Honestly." Austin asked Green anxiously.

The charming brunette walked up to Austin and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, shaking him a little to jostle those nagging thoughts out of his mind. "Listen here. You're a single, well-to-do good looking man. She's my wife's best friend, an exceptional dancer, and she's also single. I know she hasn't gone steady with a guy for a long time. She's not a sleaze, she's got brains and a heart. So in my opinion I think you two would hit it off. But we don't know that for sure unless you make a move." Green said confidently. He was right. How could you really know unless you just plunge headfirst into the deep end. Tonight, Austin would be putting his faith in the universe and himself to the test.

Austin placed the barely there cigarette between his lips and inhaled deeply. He nodded as he let the smoke exhale from his nostrils. Austin was accepting his fate. He knew he would either let the anxiety he was feeling ruin his night and have him leaving the club, crawling under the covers never to see the light of day again. Or, he would probably embarrass himself when sweet talking his dreamgirl. Either option is far from acceptable. But, he had to make the effort and try. Otherwise some other guy would scoop her up before he has the chance. This was it. It was now or never.

"Fuck it. You're right." Austin said, self assured in his final decision.

Green took hold of the glass of whiskey Austin was nursing and forced it into the blonde's hands. "Drink up brother, I can tell you haven't done this shit in a while." He laughed.

Austin smiled nervously, a breathy chuckle fogging up the glass. "Is it that obvious?" He asked. Austin took a generous helping. The amber liquid pooled into his mouth and coated his tongue, letting the fragrant musk linger on his palette before swallowing it down in one gulp.

"Unfortunately yes, but I think we can remedy that. Just follow my lead and you'll be good as gold. Capisce?" Green slapped Austin on the back before nudging him off the barstool and up on his feet.

As the Italian man took Austin by the collar of his shirt he felt like the room was spinning. He pushed Austin down the flight of stairs that led from the second floor down below to the open dance floor. Every which way drunk patrons were fumbling around the tall blonde. The flashing colored lights disoriented him as he kept his eagled eyes strictly on his earth angel. His heart was about to leap out of his chest.

As the romantic Bee Gees song came to a fadeout, Tiffany and her friend slowed their movements and paused to catch their breaths. Out of the corner of her brown eyes, Tiffany spotted Pellegrino. The expression on her cherub face was one of surprise and pure delight.

Green's arms fell open to his sides and he beamed out a pearly white smile. "Well well, look at what we have here! My beautiful wife is dancing without me." He spoke playfully.

The cute redhead scrunched her button nose and scurried over to her husband. Tiffany's porcelain complexion balanced out with her eye-catching locks, which she paired with a matching red lipstick. Her satin dress was a divine shade of sage, complimenting her perfectly. She cutely tip toed on the balls of her heeled feet and flung her arms around Pellegrino.

"Fancy seeing you here, handsome!" Said Tiffany excitedly. She had the voice of a princess, and her sunny personality was definitely infectious. She could light up a room. No wonder why Pellegrino married her. The lovebirds hugged each other in a warm embrace for what seemed like eternity. And while Green and Tiffany were wrapped up in each other, Austin couldn't hide the obvious fact of his staring at the gorgeous creature standing beside the redhead.

A shy, nervous smile crept up on the corners of his voluptuous lips at the woman standing by Tiffany's side. Now that she was close enough to him, Austin could make out more of her features up close. She was even more beautiful than he had realized, which strikes him dumb and unable to function. The woman smiled back at Austin as she tucked a piece of her hair behind her ears. To his surprise, she looked like she was captivated by him as well. He noticed that she gave him a quick once over, eyeing his tall and built frame accented gorgeously in Austin's suit- and she definitely liked what she saw.

Tiffany pulled away from Green and gave him a quick peck on the lips, wiping off the red lipstick residue from her husband's mouth. Green sheepishly smiled and turned his attention back to Austin. "Babydoll, there's someone I want you to meet. This is my friend Austin Butler. Austin, this is my better half."

Austin snapped out of his daydream and turned his attention to his friend. He nodded and graciously shook her hand. "Tiffany, it's a pleasure to meet you."

She giggled, her friendly eyes shimmering as she stood tall and proud. "Nice to meet you too Austin."

Green placed one of his hands around Austin's shoulder, and the other one gestured out to Y/N. "And this is Y/N. She keeps my Tiffany on her toes, literally." He laughed.

Austin closed the distance with one stride of his long legs, and he held out a trembling hand to the beautiful lady. "Hi. It's most certainly a pleasure to meet you, Y/N." He cooed.

Her cheeks flushed a rosy hue, blushing at how kind and downright handsome the blonde was. She extended one of her hands, and the minute she made contact with Austin he felt a bolt of lightening rock him to the core. To hold onto just this tiny piece of her was intensely electrifying. He couldn't help but gasp faintly as he looked into her gorgeous eyes. She was sucking him right into her sphere.

Finally, he heard his angel speak. "It's wonderful to meet you too, Austin."

And as the saying goes, the rest is history. To say that Austin was smitten about you was an understatement. He always struggled in past relationships, trying to find the girl of his fantasies that he could settle down with. Because of his celebrity status he either had girls that just wanted to fuck him and run to the press about it, or girls that only saw dollar signs.

But you were different. You saw through to who Austin was at a soul level, and you loved him as if he was just any run of the mill person. To you, he is your guiding light. And you intend to keep him happy for the rest of your life. You and Austin spent every waking moment together. Soon enough you were spending holidays with his family and getting ingrained with the Tenaglia's, who had in a way adopted Austin as their unofficial son and brother. To have their approval meant the world to you, and to him as well. Finally, he had found the missing piece to his puzzle. He felt whole and complete with his woman by his side - his dance partner for all eternity.

The tabloids had a field day when it was announced that the handsome bachelor was engaged to be married. Pictures of you and him were smattered across every newspaper on the east coast. Eventually, he permanently moved from California to settle down with you in New York. This transition worked out well in favor of the Tenaglia's who liked to keep their friend close by to them.

Pellegrino was chosen as best man, and Tiffany was the maid of honor. Anyone who was anyone was invited to the "wedding of the decade", according to the New York Times.

The dance circuit was still as popping as ever, and after a little while of settling into married life and figuring out finances, you and Austin merge as business partners to create Tease - the hottest club to rival that of Studio 54. Every Saturday there would be a dance competition called Boogie Nights where all the best dancers would compete for first place bragging rights, a trophy, and a bit of a cash prize. It was good incentive for people to keep stopping by the club and spending their hard earned money at Tease.

The place actually started to be self sustainable after only a month or two. Green naturally drew more people into the club, and he used a lot of his connections in the mob to bring his friends down there and spread the word. it wasn't long before Tease was the most popular club in New York. The likes of celebrities, musicians, actors and more were spotted at your club - and it only increased your profits. Most of the money made at Tease was split between you and Austin, and the Tenaglia's also got a small cut for helping to promote the club by word of mouth and a little persuasion.

It's not exactly what you envisioned when opening a club with your husband, to have his mafia compadres be latched onto it, but you learned real quick that to appease the Tenaglia's you had to play by their rules and keep your mouth shut. So that's what you did. Plus you trusted Austin's opinion on the family. They took him in and treated him like a son. So, what harm could it do to have them be a part of Tease?

It's not like you were crawling on your hands and knees for the Tenaglia's to help out with business. Afterall, you and Austin are the hottest couple in New York. While you were once an unknown random woman to the general public who was marrying a high profile celebrity, now you were one yourself. All the women took inspiration from how you wore you hair and makeup on the dancefloor, and they definitely copied your fashion. You were becoming somewhat of a local celebrity. And with Austin by your side, you felt like you could do anything. You were on top of the world.

~~~Present day~~~

Tonight is Boogie Nights down over at Tease. The place is bumping with loud disco music. The club is filled with thick clouds of cigarette smoke, and the clinking glasses of alcohol filled the air. There was barely a seat left unoccupied, it was a packed madhouse. Everyone in the Bronx got all dolled up in their best outfits and hair sprayed high to the heavens for this event. Before the competition starts, you let the patrons have their chance to dance on the floor before the professional competitors tear it up.

You and Austin are like the perfect tag team, keeping the joint going. You're out there on the floor, schmoozing with the guests and selling them on getting a drink at the bar. Meanwhile, Austin is letting in all the high rollers and making sure the friends of the Tenaglia's and other goodfellas are well fed and well drunk. Keeping them happy means keeping everyone happy.

You spot your husband from across the room. You decide to take a break from forging friendships with the crowd and make an appearance by his side. Afterall, you know as well as Austin that when it comes to being linked to the Tenaglia family, you have to show people how powerful you are. Seeing is believing.

Your red dress flows effortlessly around your stocking clad legs, the breeze wafting through your perfectly coiffed curls. You wear your best smile as you near the table at the side of the dancefloor where Austin is working his magic at winning over the men. He looks so sexy in his black button down shirt and grey pinstripe pants that hug the curve of his ass deliciously. A couple of buttons are left undone, on purpose, and the gold cross he's wearing hangs down his chiseled chest and lands in his tufts of blonde chest hairs. He looks scrumptious. You almost can't believe this blonde beauty is yours.

Austin stands over the table, looking authoritative yet friendly as he laughs and greets each man one by one with a firm handshake. You make yourself known by reaching out to touch your husband's back with a soft caress of your hand.

"Hi baby, I see that you've welcomed our guests." You say in your bubbliest voice. "I hope you gentlemen are enjoying your evening." You announce to the entire party. Austin smiles warmly at you, wrapping his arm around your waist and bringing you into his side, showing you off to the men.

The group of Italian men smirk at you, while some of them keep their nose down firmly in their drinks, not giving a damn about niceties and looking to get plastered. The man who you assume to be the ring leader flashes a smile at you, showing off his imperfect teeth. He's probably about 60-something, around the same generation as Don Antonio. He seems to have kind brown eyes. And he has a nice head of salt and pepper hair combed back off his ruddy complexion. A thick Brooklyn accent seeps past his thin lips. "Thank you doll. It's hard to not have a good time when you get treated with the upmost of respect 'round 'ere. Your husband keeps a tight ship I see."

Austin shyly smiles, and you pat his chest lovingly at the praise. "Yes he certainly does. I'm the luckiest woman in the entire world." You say proudly.

As you pass glances around the table, you notice some of the men perk up at you. You brush off the ones the ogle a little too long for your liking, which you thought was inappropriate for the setting and the fact that your husband was standing right next to you. Austin notices this as well. He makes a mental note of which men are looking for trouble so he can keep a close eye on them. Obviously he's aware that you're a beautiful girl, and it's only natural to get a couple of eyes on you. But you're his woman, and these bozos should know their place. Austin leans over and kisses your temple, making a show for certain men at the table. They cock their eyebrows and get the picture, going back to putting their head down and drinking their beverages. That put them off for now, and Austin feels his ego boosting.

"I should be so lucky as to be called her husband. You say I keep a tight ship, sir, but Tease wouldn't be what it is without this little lady right here. She's the reason for it all." Austin cooed, beaming a dazzling grin at you.

The older italian man bowed his head in respect with a smile still plastered on his crooked teeth. "You seem like a good kid, Austin. I speak for everyone here at this table when I say that I wish you and your wife many years of a blissful marriage. It'll be 20 years with my Maria in a couple of weeks, so I understand the bond between a husband and a wife. Not that any of these schmucks would know what it means to bring home the bacon to a doting wife. Ain't that right, boys?" The man said rhetorically, purposefully getting a rise out of the other mobsters at the table. If they wanted to keep their heads, they would nod and laugh along with the joke. Some of them do, and others roll their eyes snidely. Again, Austin took note of who clearly had respect and who didn't.

You perked up, sidestepping over the joke with grace. "Well fellas, please let either me or Austin know if you need anything tonight. More refills on your drinks, a song request. Anything, you name it." You say happily, playing the role of mafia wife to a T.

The older italian man raised his glass. "Greatly appreciated, Miss. Salut." He said. The table all raised in saying cheers before downing their drinks.

Austin bowed gracefully at the entire table, and turned on his heel with you still glued by his side. You could feel Austin's hand grip your waist just a little bit harder as you both walked away.

"You saved me back there. I definitely owe you one later." He said out the side of his mouth, attempting to pass smiles and little nods to the patrons that waved hello to the two of you.

"All in a days work, Mr. Butler." You joked.

Austin chuckled, his laugh reverberating deep within his chest and vibrating off of your body that's tightly pressed into his polyester side. "How's about I get you a drink, baby? Tell me what you want, i'll have Marcus make something special for you." Marcus is the bartender for Tease. He's young, handsome, and charismatic enough to attract everyone and keep them filled with booze. He's not a Tenaglia, but he's aware of the prestige that comes with being part of the family unit. Plus he makes a great cocktail.

Before you were about to say to Austin what you wanted to order, while you're both standing at the bar, a boisterous voice cuts through the music and random chatter of the crowd like glass. You recognize that husky sing-song anywhere. Carmine Tenaglia, also goes by C. He's the oldest son to Antonio. You can always tell when Carmine enters a room because you can hear him before you see him. His voice has taken a bit of a beating, sounding like he smokes about 4 packs a day. He wasn't blessed with conventional good looks like Pellegrino, but he's rough around the edges in a bad boy kind of way that gets the attention from women. His big brown eyes can melt butter, but behind those eyes is a fire that screams "don't fuck with me." He never lets his hair down, he always keeps is slicked back with gel and a side part. And he dresses to the nines. Clearly, he loves the life and everything that comes with it. Out of all the Tenaglia brothers, he enjoys spending money on clothes, cars, and fancy dates - even though he's married. But what his wife doesn't know won't hurt her, according to his logic.

Carmine is imposing, loud, but most of all he commands respect from everyone he meets. As the oldest son, he likes to think he takes charge over his father. And sometimes he will give out orders on behest of the family name before consulting with the other men. You know better than to try and cause problems with him. When he drinks, you never know what Carmine is capable of.

Carmine pushes through the crowd of dancers, and you can now clearly see the Italian man making his way over to you both. He has a nice smile surrounded by his typical 5 o'clock shadow he sports. And of course he's in his Saturday best with a matching black suit adorned with gaudy gold jewelry. "Hey! Look at youse! If I had a nickel for every time I'd see you two attached at the hip i'd be a millionaire." He said, laughing heartily. "Come 'ere, you son of a bitch!" He said, pulling Austin around by the shoulders. Austin laughed and embraced Carmine with a bear hug.

"Hey C, nice to see you." Austin said in the man's ear. After a few seconds of a warm familial hug, Carmine pulls away and looks over Austin, patting him on the shoulders roughly, clearly a Tenaglia family trait of brotherly rough-housing that got passed down.

"Man, you always look like a million bucks. You must go to the same tailor I do. Sanduskies on 34th Street will have you going from rags to riches in a few stitches. Hey, they should use that as their tagline." Carmine chuckled, thinking he's the funniest man since Richard Prior.

Austin blushed and patted Carmine on the back. "I learned from the best." He said, sweetly.

Carmine grabbed Austin by the face with his hands and kissed both his cheeks in typical Italian fashion.

"Oh Marone! Now ain't you a sight for sore eyes." He said, eyeing you once over. "Come give me a hug, you look terrific." Carmine gestured you over with a wave of his hand adorned with rings, his gold chain bracelet rustling along his wrist.

You smiled and hugged Carmine warmly. "Thank you Carmine. Are you here alone?" You asked when you pulled away from the hug - not seeing his latest flavor of the week on his arm.

Carmine shook his head. "Nah, you know me I ain't ever alone. The young buck with little miss fire engine is in tow." He said. The young buck is a nickname he gave to Pellegrino, and little miss fire engine is in reference to Tiffany, if it wasn't obvious enough.

And as if on command, the handsome italian man with his gorgeous redheaded wife make their way over to the three of you.

"Hey, what's going on Austin? Y/N?" Happily said Green. He flashed a warm smile, his olive eyes friendly as he greeted you both with quick hugs.

Carmine laughed. "See, it's a family affair."

"It's nice to see you too, C." Said Tiffany playfully, slapping his arm.

Austin placed one of his hands behind him on the bar countertop. "You guys should get a table before they fill up."

Green raised his brow and threw his arm around Austin's shoulder. "Come join us for a bit, man. It's good to catch up with you." Green narrowed his captivating eyes on you. "Is it okay if we steal him away from you for a little while, Bambi?" He asked. Bambi was the nickname the men gave you, and it's a double meaning. Bambi is short for bambino which means baby in Italian. And Bambi is also in reference to the film because you're as ethereal and beautiful as a doe eyed deer. The nickname coming from Pellegrino pulls at your heartstrings.

"Oh, I suppose I can find a way to live without my marito." You said in a playful longing tone. Marito is one of your many petnames for Austin, and it means husband in italian. Of course, being adopted into an Italian family you learn some choice words.

Austin winked at you and pressed his soft lips to yours in a simple but tender brush of his mouth. "I'll be right back, babygirl." He said in a sultry low tone.

You shivered at his baritone and nodded, chewing on your bottom lip as you drank in the lingering taste of whiskey from the kiss he left behind.

In a flash, the three men waltzed their way to a smokey corner of the club. Tiffany stayed behind with you.

"I'll keep you company, honey. Besides, I wanna dance. Let's boogie." She said perky as ever. And how could you not oblige your best friend? You linked arms with the fair redhead, making your way to the dance floor.

As time passes on, Austin is still lounging at a round table with Carmine and Pellegrino. They nurse their drinks and smoke cigarettes, catching up on their day.

You and Tiffany have barely left the dance floor. With your experience as Club Owner, you've noticed that it helps to bring customers back to Tease when they see you so eager to dance alongside everybody else. And you're not gonna pass up an opportunity to have a good time. The music makes you sway to the funky rhythms. The skirt of your dress twirls around you as you and Tiff join hands in sliding on the dance floor.

You were so caught up in the moment of the dance with your friend that you barely noticed a familiar man making his way to you slyly from the corner of your eye. Out of your peripheral you caught him. One of the oggling Italian men from the table you had greeted earlier was bold enough to slither his way to your side. He paid no attention to Tiffany, making his beeline straight towards you. The man was alone, so you thought perhaps this situation could turn out okay given that the right steps are taken.

You tried your best to not look over at him, hoping he would get the hint and go away. Unfortunately, he wasn't gonna care if you took notice of him or not. He was gonna make himself known regardless.

A gross, creepy smirk plays at his thin lips. You can smell the stench of his cuban cigar and bourbon overwhelm your senses, making your stomach churn.

"Care to dance, bella mia?" He asked, sounding heavily intoxicated. His slurred words fumble out of him, but even in his drunken state he attempts to exert dominance over the situation. His beady eyes scan the curves of your body and you wanna crawl out of your skin at the thought of the nasty things he's probably thinking about you right now.

Tiffany eyes him cautiously and then looks over at you to gauge your reaction. You clear your throat and briefly make eye contact with him. "No thank you. The only man I dance with is my husband." You assert strongly. Hoping that was enough to get the drunk wise guy off your case.

He doesn't take to kindly to that. He cockily raises his thick black brows. "Come on, sugar. We both know that Blondie doesn't satisfy you. You need a man like me to show you what's what." He says, stifling back a hiccup.

"You've got some nerve saying that to me when you know exactly who my husband is." You say, letting go of Tiff's grip and crossing your arms over your chest. The v-neck cut of your dress shows off your round breasts, and unfortunately you regret crossing your arms now because the weirdo makes no attempt to hide the fact he's staring right down your cleavage. You not only feel dirty, but revolted.

The Italian man doesn't back down. In a loud manner he raises his voice and flails his hands around as he talks for emphasis, and he takes a step forward to get closer to you. "I know exactly who your husband is, and frankly I don't give a fuck about them pansy-ass Tenaglia's. People know me 'round these parts. I could snap my fingers and your husband would be an obituary in Sunday's papers. What I want, I get. Now, lemme ask you again. And this time, be smart with your answer. Would you care to dance with me?" He bites back, not leaving any room for interpretation of his words.

He's making such a scene that the dancers around you all are eyeing the both of you with a concerned look on their faces, and some of them stop dancing entirely to watch the scene unfold, not knowing what to do.

"Not a chance in hell, you don't scare me." You retort. While you are visibly shaking, you don't want to give the guy the satisfaction of knowing you are intimidated. He'd be a first class fool to make even more of a scene with half of the Tenaglia crew waiting in the wings. He's so drunk that you don't even take his threats seriously.

The Italian man simply stands there, hands ball up into tight fists. He dryly chuckles, and purses his lips. "Wrong answer, sweetheart."

Sensing trouble afoot and seeing that this guy isn't leaving, Tiffany chimes in and comes to your aid. "Listen here, you take one more step and I'll yank those hair plugs right off your head. My husband is also a Tenaglia and he'll beat the shit out of you." The redhead says with as much sass and fervor as she can muster. She's not one to always get into confrontations, but for you and her family she'll cuss out whoever she needs to.

The man places one of his heeled boots in front of the other, daring to go against Tiffany's warning. "You broads think you're tough shit, huh?" He exclaims, his voice raising an octave with his anger. "Seems like ain't nobody put you bitches in your place. Well, you're about to get a firm lesson with the back of my hand." He says, raising his right hand adorned with chunky gold rings.

Suddenly it's all happening so fast you can barely process what's happening. Tiffany pushes you back and attempts to step into the line of fire, bringing her arms up to deflect the man's hand in time. But you two don't have to worry about a thing. What you didn't know was that the Tenaglia's caught the tail end of the situation. It was hard not to when the man was making such a ruckus on the dancefloor. This idiot dared to show disrespect to Tiffany and to you, which cuts through even deeper because this is your club. Pellegrino and Austin watched on for a minute with furious anger as the man was making idle threats to the family and imposing himself onto their wives. Like hell they were gonna stand there and not do something about it. The men down their drinks and make their dissent, on a one-way mission to teach this guy a lesson.

Carmine, Pellegrino, and Austin march their way over to the dance floor and push through the bewildered crowd of dancers. Austin is fuming, and he looks like he's about to go into a blind rage. He walks with determination, fists wound tightly by his sides. He's seeing red.

"Back away from my wife, you motherfucker." Austin bellowed. He grabbed hold of the man's shoulder and spun him around so he was face to face with the scumbag. Austin's right fist swung hard and fast, connecting into the italian man's face, making him see stars.

Both you and Tiffany stood back, mouths agape and looking on with shock. You can't believe the situation took a turn for the worse. Pellegrino steps to the side and ushers you and Tiff away from the violence on the floor. Meanwhile, Carmine and Austin were ontop of the man as fast as lightening. There's no chance they're letting this guy get away unpunished. They were gonna use him as an example to every other wise guy in the club that if you act like vermin you're gonna get treated as such. Austin landed another devastating punch to his face, and Carmine wrapped his arms around him in a bind to stifle the man from fighting back.

"Get this fucking guy out of here." Austin huffed. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to regain his composure. "Bring him out back." He commanded. Carmine nodded and grabbed the man by the scruff of his neck, heading towards the back exit of the club. Pellegrino was hot on the heels of Carmine, grabbing one of the arms of the beaten man and holding him in a vice grip.

People weren't sure if they should continue dancing or if they should head out early. But the DJ clicked on the intercom, making an announcement to assure people everything was fine and to resume dancing as normal. So the disco music never ceased to play loudly over the speakers, as if nothing had happened. It's a surreal combination to experience the cheery, jazzy beats swelling in your ears coupled with the the intense emotions on the dancefloor.

Before Austin followed Carmine and Pellegrino outside, he shot a quick glance in your direction, checking in on you. His baby blues were stormy with anger. He softened a little bit seeing your face and scared eyes, but he knew this was all in an effort to protect you. So he soldiered on.

The backdoor sprang open, the blinding light from the outside world is a jarring juxtaposition from the dark atmosphere inside the club. Carmine threw the italian man down onto the ground without a care, pushing him outside. He stumbled and spit blood out onto the cobblestones below him.

Pellegrino followed after Carmine, grabbing onto the shirt collar of the man on the ground and forcing him to his feet. "Get the fuck up." He was just as upset this slimy guy disrespected Tiffany, and he was gonna get in a good swing when he could - he'd patiently wait his turn. Right now, Austin was intent on fucking this guy up.

Austin was the last one out, and he slammed the door behind him with a loud thud. Carmine and Green held onto either arm of the scared italian man, pinning him to the brick wall opposite the club. He was no match for the strong Tenaglia's.

Austin, with a sneer on his face, rolled up his shirt sleeves. "You think you're some fucking tough guy. Coming into my club, drinking my liquor, and making a pass on my wife. And after I welcomed you and your buddies so kindly. You must be a real chump." He said haughtily.

The italian man slurred his speech even more, the blood dribbling out of his mouth. He shot daggers into Austin. "I guess Blondie's got balls after all." He said tauntingly, getting in one last petty blow. Carmine and Green looked at each other and then down at the man, amazed that he actually has the gall to talk back in the predicament he finds himself in. Those would be his final words. He was digging himself an early grave.

Austin rolled his head around his neck, the cracks vibrating off of the brick, and he rounded his shoulders back. Not wasting any more precious time, Austin landed punch after punch on the man's face. Blood was flying every which way. His blonde waves unkempt and fell over the slope of his forehead as he brought his fists back and smashed into the scumbag's face - it was crumpling beneath his hand like an overly ripe tomato. The man wailed as he had to stand there and take the blows. Meanwhile, Austin was grunting like wild animal, his knuckles getting swollen by the second. He was determined and couldn't think straight. All his years of studying the art of boxing has finally come in handy. And by God he was gonna fling all of his might and fury into this lowlife's face.

Carmine and Pellegrino kept holding firm onto the man, wincing slightly as to not get too close to Austin's blows. After what seemed like eternity, Austin landed one last punch square in the mouth and backed away heaving ragged breaths, gulping down fresh air into his lungs. He pointed his index finger right into the man's bruised and bloodied face. "I swear to God, if you even so much as look at my wife again i'll rip your eyes out of their sockets." He spit out aggressively.

Carmine laughed and looked over the victim. "Nice work, Butler. I think the asshole learned his lesson. Never fuck with the Tenaglia's." He smiled devilishly.

Austin put his hands over his hips and nodded at the men. Carmine and Green took the blonde's non verbal queue and released their grip on the bloody pulp of a man, who immediately fell into a heap on the cold alley floor with a groan. Carmine spit down towards the man on the ground, and walked over to Austin cool as a cucumber.

Pellegrino however was not about to walk away without landing one blow for his own pride. He crouched down and landed a punch so hard he knocked a few teeth from the beaten up Italian man's mouth. "That was for my wife, you rat." He said with sour resentment.

Carmine walked over to Green and placed his hands over his shoulders. "Come on fratellino, don't get your nice suit all dirty with this fucko's blood. The stains are a bitch to get out." He says, trying to cut through the seriousness with a morbid joke. Green huffed and nodded, walking back into the club and disappearing from the scene of the crime - he fears if he stays for a second longer he'll lose his composure even more. He had done his part, nothing more was needed. Carmine brushed the dirt off his shoulders and he too stepped back into the club. And now there were two.

Austin stared down at the pathetic man below him, feeling empowered. It felt damn good to deliver swift justice on behalf of his wife. And he hoped this beating taught the man a powerful lesson. Respect means just as much to any Italian clan as loyalty. Without respect, you might as well be considered dead. He knew as soon as he gawked openly at his wife at the table that Austin was gonna have his hands full. He never thought however that it would take a turn like this, and so swiftly. But he would do it again all the same knowing that he protected you.

With one final passing glance at the man on the floor, Austin turned around and opened the exit door, walking back into the club.

Everyone seemingly enough forgot about the altercation that just took place. The music kept blaring and the drinks kept pouring. But you were still on the sidelines of the dancefloor. And one by one you saw the Tenaglia brothers walk back inside. Carmine tapped Green on the shoulder, whispering something into his ear, and Green nodded. Carmine walked off towards the front door of the club while Green headed back over to the men's table.

You were looking for Austin when finally you saw him rush back into the club, looking disheveled. You can feel his anger from a mile away. He made a beeline for the men's bathroom, with both hands he pushed the door open forcefully, disappearing inside.

While against your better judgement to follow your husband into the men's bathroom, you wanted to make sure he was okay. No one had exited the bathroom, so you assume that he's alone in there. Thinking that it was safe to make a move, you start to make your way over to the bathroom, and timidly open the door.

"Austin?" Your angelic voice calls out to him sweetly as you peek open the door, not wanting to barge right in. You can't see a lot from your vantage point except for the running water in one of the porcelain sinks as Austin stands over it.

"Come in and close the door, honey." Austin said as his voice waivers, still riled up from the events that just transpired.

You immediately shuffle in and close the door behind you, turning the lock so that no one would try to interrupt and see the mess. You're in shock when you see Austin standing over the bathroom sink, the water turning a shade of pink as he washed the copious amount of blood off of hands. You've never seen Austin like this before. He was amazing at using his words to win in a fight if need be, but he never resorted to physical violence. This was a new hat that Austin was wearing at at first you aren't sure what to make of it.

Austin sensed your nervousness as you just stood by the door fiddling with your hands, not venturing inside. He turned his head over to you, capturing your eyes in a searing look. The disgust was still prevalent as it rolled off him in droves, but he started to melt seeing his beautiful wife look so innocent, unaware that he just beat a man within an inch of his life just a minute ago. And it was all because of her.

The corners of his lips curled up slightly in a soft smile. "Don't worry baby, this isn't my blood." He said, trying to pacify the situation and put you at ease. As if knowing it was someone else's blood makes it any better.

"Are you okay?" You ask shyly.

Austin nodded. "I'm maybe a little shaken up, but i'm fine. it's you that i'm concerned about." He says, getting back to washing his hands in the sink with some soap.

Your high heels click against the white linoleum tiles as you make your way over to Austin's side. You place one of your hands lovingly on his shoulder. He feels tense under your hand at first, but once he feels the warmth of you he starts to relax.

You look into the sink and see Austin's hands up close. His knuckles are red and swollen, they must really hurt. You can only imagine what the other guy looks like right now if Austin came back with these battle scars. You shiver uncomfortably at the thought. You'd rather not know.

You move to stand behind Austin, and your arms wrap around his waist, bringing his body into your soft curves. He brings his head back up to look at you through the bathroom mirror. Even in your high heels you were still considerably shorter than he was.

He sighed deeply, turning the faucet off and letting one of his battered hands rest on the ledge of the countertop, while the other one placed tenderly over your hands around his front.

"I've never seen you like that before. It's like you had a fire behind your eyes that couldn't be extinguished. When I saw you walking out back I thought you were gonna kill him." You said, muffled into his shoulder blade.

He looked at you through the mirror with weary eyes. "I almost did, but not on purpose. The bastard had it coming. No one ever dares to lay a hand on you. If they're stupid enough they can try but I'm always gonna be there to protect you. You're my wife, my most cherished earthly possession." He paused briefly to turn around in your arms and he brought his hands up to show you the damage. The water trickled down his long fingers mixing with the residual blood on his knuckles. Your brow furrowed with worry seeing just how scarred his beautiful hands were. "And this is what happens when someone tries to tarnish my treasure." He said matter of factly.

You sighed, your hands carefully cradling his and inspecting them further. You bring the back of his right hand to your lips and press a featherlight kiss to his skin, staring up at his ocean eyes.

Austin winced a little bit, but the brief glimpse of faint pain turned into pleasure as he let out a throaty whimper. You continued to place gentle, easy kisses along his rugged hands, peppering them with love as you dote on him tenderly. Your face nuzzled into the palm of his right hand, your lips brushing up against the sore pad of his thumb as you bring the digit into your wet mouth, sucking slowly.

"Babygirl." Austin sighed longingly.

You wanted nothing more than to take care of your man. He's never had the proper moment to defend your honor before tonight, and in such a violent way no less. While it scared you at first seeing Austin punch the lights out of a wise guy who definitely deserved it, and was foaming at the mouth with rage ready to rip his head off his shoulders, your body is on fire - not with anger, but with a swell of burning passion. He came to your aid and protected you. While that might frighten off any young girl who would probably pack her bags the minute their husband beat the shit out of somebody and comes back with bloody hands, you were different. This is the life you inadvertently signed up for. Plus, you're no ordinary woman. You have to admit the truth - it turned you on like no other.

And seemingly Austin felt the same way, as you could feel his growing erection pressing into your stomach the longer you smother his inflamed hands with spellbinding kisses, bringing him back down to Earth. You never thought aggression like that would make you wetter than a waterfall, but there's always a first time for everything.

You hummed around his thumb, your long lashes fluttered as you continued to stare up at your man, who was slowly coming undone Infront of you. You release his thumb from your mouth with a pop and your hands roamed over his chest. You let your fingers trace over the gold cross necklace that dangled in the tufts of blonde chest hairs. Something about this very symbol of devotion to God being worn around his neck while he was beating that horrid man out back to smithereens in your honor made the coil in your stomach wind tight and your pussy throb with desire. You needed Austin, and now.

You lock eyes with Austin's blues, heavy lidded with lust, and bite your lip. "We don't have much time before we have to head back out there and play the role of Club Owners. But you're not leaving this room until you've shot every ounce of your cum down my throat. As your wife, that's what I want."

Austin moaned at your bold, heated statement. He licked his lips and cradled your face in his hands, his thumbs stroking your cheeks. "As your husband, who am I to deny you?" He says huskily.

He crashed his lips onto yours, moaning into your mouth. Your tongues probing each others mouths, lapping back and forth for mutual dominance. His tired hands roam the expanse of your body, greedily palming the flesh of your ass, bringing you closer to his hard body. Your hands trailed down to the waistband of his slacks and hurriedly unbuttoned and unzipped them. To your surprise Austin went commando under his pants, but this allowed you for easy and quick access to the part of him you yearned for.

You let one of your small hands palm his cock, letting your fingers dance along his velvet length. He shakes in your hand, softly moaning against your parted mouth at the contact of your warm hand over his aching desire. You don't want to waste any more time, you need him right now. Going down easy, you kneel down in front of him, perched prettily on your high heels. Your hands reach up to his open pants, pulling them down Austin's long legs and letting the fabric pool at his ankles. The cool breeze hits his lower half for the first time, and his hard cock throbs in your face at the sweet release. The poor thing is already red and leaking with pre-cum. It won't take him long at all to deliver on his promise of filling your throat with his load. But you want to savor the feel of him for as long as you can. Sweetly, you place kisses all along the underside of his shaft and make your way back towards the tip. Austin blushes at you lavishing his manhood - you take such good care of him, he's in awe of the wonder of you - his darling wife. Your tongue slips past your lips and you lick the red and puffy head.

Austin tilts his head back and moans "Jesus fuck, I need your mouth on my cock so bad, baby."

His plea makes you wet, and you're gonna make sure he fully enjoys the messiest blowjob you're prepared to bestow upon him. You let a generous amount of spit gather in your mouth and you allow the drool to pour out over his cock, coating him nice and good. You wrap both hands around his engorged cock, giving him a few pumps and earning you throaty, hoarse, whiny moans from Austin above you.

Finally, your mouth parts and you take him into your mouth. You play with just the tip for now, sucking the sensitive head in your mouth and stroking his shaft. You moan around him like a good girl, making him shiver.

"Oh yeah. My girl knows how to suck me good." He moans delightfully. All the little whimpers and throaty groans he makes is like music to your ears, and you've barely gotten started. He's just as down bad for you as you are for him. Your panties collect all of the spilled nectar from your pussy, and you wish he could sample how good you taste. But there's plenty of time for that later. Right now, Austin's pleasure is all you care about.

Slowly, you start to sink your mouth down around his cock, taking him further into your mouth. You place both of your hands on the backs of his thick thighs, stroking him lovingly as you set to getting to work. You create a strong vacuum seal with your mouth, wrapping tightly around his throbbing cock and begin to bob your head up and down along his length. It's beyond messy, and drool is falling out the corners of your mouth, making his cock slippery as he slides deliciously along your wet tongue. Droplets of your saliva fall to the floor Infront of you. He grows heavy and harder by the second, making you work your little mouth off to satisfy every single glorious inch of your husband's heavenly made cock.

He knits his brows together, his eyes heavy and glazed over in pure ecstasy at the sight of his wife on her knees sucking him off while there's a packed room full of patrons right outside the door. He hoped the music was loud enough to disguise his obvious moans.

"Fuck. Just like that, baby. Your mouth is incredible." Austin groans desperately.

You gurgle around his cock as you pick up the pace just a little, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. You relax your jaw to accommodate his impressive size. Somehow he's even bigger today. Perhaps all the adrenaline from a few moments ago is rushing straight to his cock. He's a needy and whimpering mess up above you. His hands card through your soft silky hair, holding on for dear life as he brings you further along his cock. He's lost in the feeling of your warm, sloppy mouth milking his shaft - somehow, even though you've been married for some time, you make every sexual experience with Austin feel like the first time all over again. He doesn't know what the hell he did to deserve you. Never has a woman gotten down on her knees for him and sucked the soul straight through his cock, determined to make him see stars. At this point he doesn't give a fuck who he has to beat up if it's all in the name of protecting you, and getting his dick wet in you after.

You moan around him, never letting up on the rumbling vibration from your mouth penetrate straight through his cock and through to his aching balls, which are desperate to unleash their load.

His body starts to shake, you know he's close. His plush lips form an O shape as he lets out a raspy, deep moan. "I-I'm gonna cum."

In one last final move to put him over the edge, you bring one of your hands back to his base, and your mouth sloppily sucks off his engorged tip once more. You know this is his finishing move. His head is so sensitive and you know he can come in record time with this combo of jerking him off and blowing his puffy tip. You make obscene sloshing noises around his cock, the sound of his wet skin in your hand echoes off of the bathroom tiles. If anybody were to walk past the bathroom right now they'd think a porno was being filmed in here. Your hand milks his shaft while your mouth works his throbbing tip.

Austin lets his head fall back. "Oh god yes, i'm cuming." He groans in a needy high pitch for his baritone. "Take my load down your throat. Take all of me." He moans thickly and dark.

And you do, happily. His hips stutter as he heaves ragged breaths, his salty cum gushing into your mouth. You sputter around his cock as you swallow every last drop of your husband's cum. You moan once more around him before pulling back, ensuring you devoured every morsel his precious seed. His cock springs free from your mouth and nearly slaps you in the face as the wave of his orgasm courses through his body. You lick your lips of the remnants of his cum on your mouth.

Austin's hands reach down to grasp your forearms, helping you up onto your feet. You wobble a little, and you'd be lying if you said your feet weren't killing you from crouching on the balls of your heeled feet for the duration of your sloppy blowjob. But it was worth it to see the warm, sultry look over Austin's face. He was love drunk on you.

He tucked himself back into his pants and fumbled to button and zip up his trousers, but he managed to do it. He smiles and brings you in to his lips for a passionate kiss, not caring if he can taste himself on your tongue.

You're about to step to the side of him, making your move to unlock the bathroom door as your mission to seduce your husband was a success, but he stops you. He takes you in his arms and pins you up against the edge of the sink. You gasp when he bends down and his hands grip the backs of your thighs. With a grunt, he places you up onto the counter, and settles in-between your parted legs.

"Let's see how fast I can make you cum." Austin says seductively with a devilish twinkle in his eyes. This was certainly not what you were expecting, but you're not complaining.

You don't even have time to respond before Austin spits on two of his long fingers, and with the other one he shifts your soaked panties to the side. He's not surprised when his fingers make contact with your dripping folds that you were soaking wet. You whimper at his fingers dipping in deep into your sweet cunt. Your juices coat his swollen, rough fingers, your pussy lips drawing him in as far as he can go. And without a moment to lose, his fingers disappear into your heat.

"Austin!" You moan loudly as you feel his fingers enter you and brush against your g-spot. Oh, he's in deep. He's so deep in fact that you feel full of him instantly. Austin is buried knuckles deep in your sopping cunt. Your hands grip onto his broad shoulders for support.

"Mm. Always so wet and tight for me at a moments notice. My perfect wife." He moans sexily.

He doesn't take his time, he meant what he said by how quickly he can make you cum. He's set for the task at hand. And he's willing to bet it will only take you a minute with his skilled fingers, perfectly in sync with your body, knowing exactly what you need to set you over the edge.

Keeping his fingers the deepest they can possibly go inside you, he begins to finger fuck you hard and fast. Your slick sputters around his fingers and gush out around him. It sounds so fucking wet.

"Oh god, yes!" You squeal. He knows exactly how and where to press all your buttons to make you squirm in the best way possible. And right now he's blasting your cunt so good you can't even think straight.

You let your head fall back and the breathy whines escape your mouth. Austin groans at the sound of your juicy pussy sloshing your slick around his fingers. The obscene thought that these same fingers were soaked in that man's blood crossed your mind. But the violence Austin's hands endured only moments ago is replaced with primal pleasure, and his girl's heavenly nectar washing away the blood stains.

Austin clenches his jaw and grits his teeth. His hand is worse for wear and it's not helping matters that he's pounding into your soft heat with his beaten up hand, but there was no way he was letting his girl walk out of here without being treated to a good fuck.

"Fuck! You're so good." You moan. Austin is unrelenting on his brutal pace. He's not letting his fingers slip too far out of you either. He's keeping them cemented deep down inside your pussy, his fingers brushing up against your g-spot and bruising your cervix with every thrust. The open palm of his hand barely grazes your clit, and your walls clamp down hard around his fingers, causing him to bite his lip and moan. He brings his other hand around your front and brushes your clit in determined circles. "Oh my god, Aus!" You whine. You feel his biceps flex hard underneath your hands as he expertly churns the coil down at the vast depths of your dripping wet pussy. It's getting him hard all over again.

Austin's lip twitches into a coy side smirk. His dimples making an appearance. "You like this, baby? You like knowing these fingers stuffed full in your pussy were defending your honor? Hear how wet you are for me, darlin. All your heavenly juices are mine. I wanna fuckin' drown in it. Make a mess of me." Austin moaned, never daring to look away from your eyes that were welling up with tears of pure bliss.

Your body trembled as you felt yourself getting closer to your climax. You allowed yourself to moan to the high heavens, not caring how loud you were being. In fact, you wanted everyone to know that Austin Butler was bringing you to your wettest orgasm you've ever had.

"This pussy is yours baby. Take all of it! Oh F-Fuck, im gonna cum!" You squeal, your walls fluttering around his fingers.

Austin groaned. "That's it, my love. Give it to me." He said, huskily.

With a few final, brutal thrusts of his fingers, your pussy spasmed hard around him, groaning loudly and shouting Austin's name. Sweat drips down Austin's forehead, his blonde waves tousled out of place looking unkempt yet effortlessly sexy. Your body collapses in a heap on the bathroom counter, and Austin braces you with one hand. He keeps himself inside you for a little longer as you ride your orgasm to completion. When he thinks you've crash-landed, he pulls his fingers soaked through to the bone with your cum out of your swollen pussy. Austin bit his lip and admired how his bruised knuckled glistened with your arousal. He brought them into his mouth and sucked them clean, moaning in delight at the delicious flavor of you.

"Holy shit, Austin." You breathed heavily, laughing a little.

"I think that was record time." He said, giggling cutely.

You smiled and pulled him by the shirt collar into a soft kiss. Pulling away, you inspect his hand. "That probably didn't feel good to your hand. I'm sorry, honey." You said.

Austin blew off your apology. "Nothing to even be sorry about," He placed his hands around the small of your waist and hoisted you up, helping you back down onto the ground. "Besides, I think your pussy was the miracle elixir I needed to get my hand on the mend." He said, flashing you an adorably crooked wink at you.

You laughed, playfully slapping his chest. Austin jumped back a little and chuckled heartily.

"Just so we don't look like we spent the last 20 minutes in here fucking like rabbits, I think you should go out first and then I'll follow you shortly." You said smiling, still regaining your composure. You know you're gonna be walking funny for a few hours. Your pussy took a rigorous beating, but it's a sore feeling you wholeheartedly accept.

Austin stuffed his hands into his trouser pockets. He looks like a freshly watered pot of daisies. His angry temperament had faded away long ago. You were his cure. He nodded. "Okay, suit yourself baby. Don't wait too long though. This is the men's room after all." He laughed.

"I won't, I promise." You reassured him sweetly.

Austin winked again and puckered his lips, kissing the air in your direction before turning around. He unlocked the bathroom door and glanced back at you one last time with his beautiful eyes that were sparkling, and a cute smile on his face before he walked away. The disco lights and the blaring music from the outside world briefly showed itself. Reminding you of where you were.

You sighed and looked at yourself in the mirror. Your shaking hands smoothed over the front of your dress. You cleaned yourself up as best you good. And you attempted to fix your hair that had fallen out of place. Luckily you made sure to put a little travel size bottle of hairspray in the mens and womens bathrooms for your guests to touch up their hair after dancing, so you took the aquanet and sprayed a generous amount on your coiffure. After fluffing your hair once more, you decided enough time had passed and you were safe to exit the bathroom without no one the wiser.

Your feet were on fire, and you wanted nothing more than to get out of these heels. But you still had a few more hours of work before you and Austin could head home. You gingerly pushed the door open, and suddenly you were back into the dark world of Tease. You walked further into the club, and seemingly nobody noticed you. So your plan worked.

Your eyes scanned over every corner until you found Austin again, who was back at the bar talking with Green and Tiffany. Carmine still wasn't anywhere to be found, at least from where you were standing. You assumed maybe he left early. And while that was a little odd for a man that thrives on being out and not at home with his wife, you shrugged off the thought.

But your stomach dropped when you noticed the gang of Italian wise guys that you had greeted at the table earlier in the evening. They looked like to be in a hurry to scamper out of here. You didn't spot any sign of the sleezeball who had attempted to pimp slap you on the dancefloor though. Maybe he had gotten the obvious hint and left. The way the men were tightly grouped together and walking like they mean business made the little nagging voice in the back of your head spring to life. Something was wrong.

The men had opened the exit door where Green, Carmine, and Austin had once been earlier. Why were they sneaking out the back when they could just walk out the front door? Going against your better instincts, you decide to follow them from a considerable distance away. This was probably the worst idea, but you had a bad feeling about this, and you were gonna find out what it was to quell your nerves.

You hung back as the exit door swung open and you caught a glimpse of the men bending down to the cold alley floor and picking up mister hair plugs, who seemingly was still laying on the ground and never left his spot the entire time you and Austin had your quickie.

In the light you finally saw the damage Austin had done to the man. You gasped when you saw the black eyes, missing teeth, and blood still pouring from his mouth. You made sure to hide in the shadows so the men didn't see you from the inside. He barely resembled the man you had seen on the dancefloor.

"Jesus Christ, they somehow made you even uglier." Said one of the younger suits.

"Shut your big mouth, Tommy. Just pick him up." Barked the older Italian man you knew to definitely be the ring leader of the pack. You recognized him from earlier - he said all those nice things to you and Austin about Tease and your marriage. You hoped he was still one of the good ones out of the bunch. You couldn't account for the others.

The man on the ground moaned in pain like an injured dog. Tommy and the young fella who you vaguely recognized from the table, plus the older gentleman was flanking the beaten man. And slowly but surely, the scumbag rose to his feet. He could barely hold himself up, he was leaning on his men for help. He spit out a generous helping of blood onto the cobblestones, a trail of the viscous red fluid started to stain his suit and corn starch stiff button down shirt.

"Well, what the fuck do we do know?" Said young wise guy number 2, who's name you still hadn't figured out yet.

"We gotta get him back home, that's what the fuck we do." Retorted Tommy.

"Ey. Just zip your fuckin' pie holes all youse, and keep Michael on his feet." Says the older man. You learned another new piece of information. The man who made the bold move against you and Tiffany was named Michael. You jotted that down for safe keeping. You wish you could remember what Italian family they belong to. All you knew was the older man who was the head honcho, who's name alludes you. You have Michael the fuckwit, and Tommy the bigmouth. You also had the other young suit who looked to be Austin's age and was struggling to keep it together.

The man who you gathered now was Tommy peered out into the street, making sure the coast was clear before he waved the other men in the alley with his hand to signal it was good to move.

Before the group of men made their final dissent into the street, you heard Michael utter something that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand to attention, and send a bone chilling shiver down your spine.

"Blondie and his fucking whore wife are gonna regret this day." He said with as much bitter resentment as possible. He spit out more blood before letting his head roll in front of him. It looked like he passed out as his eyes were closed, and the no-name, scared shitless gangster was slapping his face, trying to keep him conscious.

"We'll deal with them Tenaglia motherfuckers later. Move your asses. We're good to go here." Loudly whispered Tommy. And as quickly as they came, they vanished into the hazy Brooklyn streets.

You closed the door and stood there in a stupor, trying to process what you just heard. These guys seemed like they're not to be trifled with. But you can't know for sure. You've meet half a dozen Italian mafiosos who were all bark and no bite. While you knew Michael was in no condition to do anything to enact on a revenge scheme, you weren't sure about the other men. The scaredy-cat goodfella might not be a threat, but that Tommy guy definitely had a vendetta to enact. They all seem like loose canons, and you couldn't really pin any of them down. And that terrified you. What did he mean by "dealing" with the Teneglia's later? You weren't sure. And you weren't waiting long to find out.

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[foster-the-world]

Fun!

Oh Mary play was fun. Bizarre fun. Not sure it was my favorite but def some clever moments. My husband was a big fan.

A few years back I mentored one young mother through a very small nonprofit that helps former foster youth. Its basically two middle aged ladies who helped out a group of 8-10 former foster youth. They act as the informal support most people would receive from their family + recruit mentors. Anyway, they reached out today because one of the people in their current group has a ten year old whose struggling in school. Apparently her's in a not great school in the Bronx. Asked if I had any resources since we aren't that far. Neither of the group leaders have school aged kids. Wanted to know if a charter school would help him. So hard to know. If he's just having trouble because the schools not great then most charter schools will provide extra hours support to get him caught up. If he has a learning disability then most charter schools are going to counsel him out. They don't want kids who are going to bring down their test scores :( So depressing.

I tried to provide the DOE process of getting special need services but that takes months to even get an assessment spot. Compared to 99.9% of places there are a shit ton of resources. You can get literally hundred of thousands of dollars of services provided by the city. I know so many people who get over $200,000 of services per year free of charge from the city. Top notch/can't be better services. But its a fulltime job to figure it out and you've got to be first in line or its not happening. Or you need the cash to pay for assessments, etc that prove your kid needs these services. I have some friends that work in charter schools so if she's in the right neighborhood I can see if they still have room. I provided info on an organization that helps. But its all going to take so much time. For example today I've spent at least 2.5 hours researching, talking to other parents and texting with his providers. Its not an abnormal day. I'm not currently trying to chase down any new services. It just what is normal. I mean a little extra as its only the second week of school but still. I'm lucky I can do it at work/lunchtime. Anyway its all depressing. I don't know a solution. I'm thankful services are there but there has to be a better way.

I'm touring a school geared for ADHD kids next week. It would be for Kindergarten next year. Looks good for him. My only fear is they don't accept kids with behavior issues. He's a four year old boy with ADHD of course he has behavior issues. Why else would we be there? I assume they mean aggression? Going to find out. I read they require the kids to be medicated. I'm assuming that's for older kids. I can't imagine its a requirement for 5 year old. The APA doesn't even recommend until 6 unless there are extreme issues. We are unfortunately in the extreme issues territory hence looking for a school for kids with ADHD. I'm surprised private schools can make that requirement but I guess private schools can do whatever the hell they want. Seems fishy considering I'm sure every kid there has sued the city to have them foot the bill.

Baby boys doctor wants us to try Flovant to stop the asthma. Its the normal protocol. Not excited that some people have behavioral issues as a side effect. Not what my kid needs more of. Of course, as his doctor pointed out kids behavior gets much worse when they are feeling bad because of an asthma outbreak. Also, nervous because we are thinking of trying ADHD meds next month. I don't want to mix new things. Also, don't want to wait on the Flovant because Oct/Nov are his problem asthma months.

Feeling stronger about trying the ADHD meds. Every medical provider I've talked to has encouraged us to try. I know some people would take that as doctor's wanting a quick fix. I don't agree. I think they've seen it work from other kids and don't want our kids to suffer unnecessarily. Our ADHD parent coach- whose a big wig that's done a ton of published research on ADHD was very supportive of the idea.

Baby boy has also been using some language that is so sad. "My body feels wild. I can't stop it." "I'm mean to my friends. I don't know why." "I'm bad." He's only four. We don't use "bad" language. I don't want him thinking these things about himself. He has a really hard time controlling his body but he has the sweetest little heart.

Parent Teacher night for the girls. Excited to hear from Bee's teachers - as they are both new to the school. Bee had Rebel's teacher last year so that's not new.

The very kind teacher at the school who produces a morning announcement video created by/with the kids every morning announced she was pregnant today. I happened to be in the office. The kids were so excited. Very sweet.

[synkluvs]

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃COSMOS MEMBERS’S!

——— BASICS!

birth name: maxwell shin-perez

korean name: shin jiung

birthday: april 12, 1999

age: 24

birth place: bronx, new york, usa

——— CARRER!

stage name: MAX

training period: 1 year

debut age: 19

representative emoji: 🐥

position: leader

——— BREIF HISTORY!

maxwell perez-shin was born into a poverty stricken area of new york to a single mother who unfortunately passed away quickly after his birth. max’s mothers best friend quickly stepped in to adopt the boy and he was brought up in a big dominican family. growing up max only spoke spanish until he started school being raised by his mom and 4 older sisters his childhood was nothing too out of the ordinary besides all the traumatic stories he has from being brought up in the hood. growing up max always loved dance and music, making stupid rap songs with his friends (which are still on soundcloud and he’d probably get in trouble if they were ever found). he on the school dance team until he couldn’t afford it any more and has to start picking up part time jobs to help support his family. in his last year of high school some girl at school did a presentation on kpop and max and his friends thought it would be funny for him to audition. he ended up getting accepted and although it was a joke max saw it as a good opportunity to get out of the hood he thought he was stuck in. max moved to korea to train under glasshouse where he quickly picked up dancing and signing skills to add to his great rapping. he ended up debuting as a co-leader in cosmos with lottie but due to personal issues their position as co-leaders was compromised and lottie had to step down and now he holds the position with minseo as a partner.

LOUD, OPINIONATED, OUTGOING

——— BASICS!

birth name: jung minseo

birthday: may 15th, 1999

age: 24

birth place: hanam, getonggi, south korea

——— CARRER!

stage name: minseo

training period: 3 months

debut age: 19

representative emoji: 🦇

position: leader

——— BREIF HISTORY!

jung minseo was born to an average family with a teacher for a mother and doctor for a father and two younger brothers. at a young age minseo discovered her love for music and her family moved to seoul so she could attend an arts school for music. minseo took full advantage of this opportunity and learned how to play every instrument she could get her hands on and learn every production software she could. she took her schooling very seriously with the goals of becoming a producer. minseo only continued taking dance classes because it was required by the school but her soul focus was on music. she started writing and producing songs and uploading them on soundcloud. she started applying for jobs as a producer and became a song writer for sm entertainment. one day glasshouse approached minseo with the opportunity to debut in their new coed group cosmos and she decided to go for it leaving her job at sm behind to start a new adventure. originally she joined the group and turned down the leader position because she wanted to focus on only the music making and improving her dance skills but after lottie and max had their falling out causing lottie to step down from the leader position minseo decided to step up into the position originally meant for her.

HARDWORKING, LIKEABLE, CREATIVE

——— BASICS!

birth name: charlotte choi

korean name: choi hyunjin

birthday: september 20th, 2000

age: 23

birth place: los angeles, california, usa

——— CARRER!

stage name: lottie

training period: 3 years

debut age: 18

representative emoji: 🐬

——— BREIF HISTORY!

charlotte choi was born into an extremely wealthy family to her two parents and an older sister. growing up she went to a private school and could have everything she wished for. after watching twice’s competition show sixteen she not only grew obsessed with twice but also wanting to be in a idol competition show herself. lottie’s parents (money) managed to get her pledis entertainment and into produce 48 where her “talent” landed her in the final line up of the temporary group iz*one. around the same time the opportunity arose for her to join the permanent group cosmos under glasshouse. lottie was torn between the two but in the end glasshouse ended up giving her a position in the group and letting her continue with iz*one activitys because they saw it as good publicity for cosmos. originally she debuted with the leader position but due to personal issues with her co-leader max she had to step down from the position and she is much happier now.

CHARISMATIC, THOUGHTFUL, OUT OF TOUCH

——— BASICS!

birth name: lee daejung

birthday: october 25th, 2000

age: 23

birth place: seoul, south korea

——— CARRER!

stage name: dae

training period: 1 year

debut age: 17

representative emoji: 🐰

——— BREIF HISTORY!

lee daejung was born to money hungry mother who wanted a child just to live through them. from as long as he can remember dae has been in front of the camera his life perfectly calculated and projected for everyone to see and to judge. his mother was extremely controlling which meant he grew up extremely sheltered never allowed to speak or have an opinion . although daejung grew up with an extremely successful acting career and everything most kids can only dream of having he was miserable. his mother forced him to work extremely long days and mature super fast accepting roles for him that he didn’t like and felt uncomfortable doing. daejung started resenting acting and resenting his mother for taking away the life he could’ve had and forcing him to do something he hated. when he turned 16 he decided he had enough and wanted a career and life of his own. not having a lot experience outside of the entertainment industry with a combination for a love of singing and alright dancing skills dae decided on becoming an idol. he auditioned and joined the first company to accepted him and ran away from his mother. while daejung is still super shy and reserved he’s finally starting to come out of shell and he’s loving the idol life style.

QUIET, RESERVED, SHY

——— BASICS!

birth name: park yunseo

birthday: june 17th, 2001

age: 22

birth place: busan, south korea

——— CARRER!

stage name: yunseo

training period: 4 years

debut age: 17

representative emoji: 🐱

——— BREIF HISTORY!

park yunseo born june 17th 2001 to her two parents and an older sister. growing up she was a very bubbly girl quickly making friends with everyone she met. originally as a kid she wanted to be a vet but that idea quickly changed when her older sister showed her kpop. she quickly grew obsessed with the industry and made it her goal to become apart of it. in 2014 at the age of 12 she started auditioning for any company she could and ended up in hybe where she trained for 3 years before moving to glasshouse where she ended in the final line of cosmos. to this day she keeps up with all her favorite groups (her all time favorite being bts) buying all the albums and all the photocards she can get her hand on. she’s always the first to do tiktok challenges with other idols.

BUBBLY, SWEET, ENERGETIC

——— BASICS!

birth name: hirota itsuki

korean name: lee daewoo

birthday: september 21st, 2002

age: 21

birth place: shizuoka, japan

——— CARRER!

stage name: itsuki

training period: 4 years

debut age: 16

representative emoji: 🐿️

——— BREIF HISTORY!

Hirota Itsuki was born in japan to a small family who owned a dance studio. growing up he had a natural love for dancing and became a professional dancer at a young age backup dancing for kpop groups who came on tour and local jpop groups. with a combination of being extremely outgoing and extremely talented he quickly made a lot of outside connections. while working as a backup dancer for a MIXXNMATCH he got approached by one of their mangers asking if he’s like to be a trainee under the company. he agreed and moved to korea to train and eventually debut in cosmos.

FUNNY, OUTGOING, PLAYFUL

——— BASICS!

birth name: min sumin

birthday: december 31st, 2003

age: 20

birth place: seoul, south korea

——— CARRER!

stage name: sumin

training period: 6 years

debut age: 14

representative emoji: 🐶

——— BREIF HISTORY!

min sumin was born into a family of just her and her father. growing up her dad would do anything she wanted which sounds nice in theory but also meant she did a lot of things she probably shouldn’t have. at the young age of 8 years old she became a trainee under yg entertainment and did a lot of things she shouldn’t have with men with the “promise” of debuting. sumin picked up a sexy persona from a young age doing a lot of provocative dances not only because she felt like she had to but also because that’s just the type she preferred. clearly those men were lying to her just to drag her along so when glasshouse approached her to debut in cosmos she easily accepted and switched companies. to this day she keeps up that sexy persona but it’s a lot less controversial and a lot more appropriate now that’s she’s of age.

FLIRTY, SASSY, EASYGOING

view more detailed profiles and history’s here!: coming soon!!

[thenixkat]

Which Side Are You On? (remix by Rebel Diaz, dead prez, Rakaa Iriscience)

Lyrics:

[Intro: Pete Seeger] Which side are you on, boy? Which side are you on? Which side are you on, boy? Which side are you on?

[Verse 1: G1] See before I draw the line, I gotta welcome you close To all the folks who knew Obama sold the people a hoax Gave the money to suckas while our community's still poor Withdrew the troops but started another war Colonized and terrorized and created an oil crisis So they could make a killin' on food and gas prices Prisons is fillin', they tryna lock up the future Militarize borders and control of computers While the stupid bumping music that ain't healthy for the shawties Povertize the schools and policeman in the hallways Can't be dormant, I've awoken, rise up, be ready Brought the family with us and we hold the machete

[Verse 2: M-1] Ridin' the fence, ridin' the fence Too many people be ridin' the fence Yeah you say you're ready for war but are you convinced? I'm not convinced If you're a writer, freedom fighter, crime exciter, then let's do this We can make one big united middle finger to the U.S Gimme the bravest and the truest, fuck the hippest and the coolest We're gonna spark this revolution and cross this off our to-do list Put your foot down if you look down on this criminal system Put your book down and get shook down like my niggas in prison Don't be condemning and condoning they actions in one sentence Now keep in mind, you decide Is you a patriot or a menace to society? So riot or sit by quietly But don't pull out your flag and try to say you gon' ride with me You flip-flopping like hip-hop, I don't get locked in that trick box Get got like Big and Pac, shit's got to stop "I am the people, not the pig," I repeat after Fred So please blow my brains out if I ever forget

[Verse 3: stic.man] I'm with the independent thinkers, I'm down with the movers and the shakers And the ex-Henny drinkers, the non-smokers The health advocates, the non-voters The young bloods in the hood trainin' like soldiers I'm on the side of the tracks with the hood gardens With the little child that don't color inside the margins I don't ride the fence, I cultivate my strength 'Cause if it ain't about power, it don't make sense I've been down with Boogie Down since BDP and Brown Pride And black power make RBG a OG An OG told me choose your battles wisely In the struggle, don't forget about your children and your wifey If you don't see me on the podium, preachin' it Every day, I hope my every action is teaching it 'Cause revolution is a process, it's not a speech or a panel Don't bite off more than you can handle

[Chorus: Pete Seeger & RodStarz] Which side are you on, boy? Which side are you on? Which side are you on, boy? Which side are you on? Chi City, Palastina, Venezuela Which side are you on, boy? Which side are you on? Which side are you on, boy? To South Bronx baby! Which side are you on?

[Verse 4: RodStarz] Ay, I still rock hard like slingshots in Palestina Con todos los estudiantes por educación gratuita I'm with workers uprising and the right to unionize We ain't crossed the border, so you better legalize I'm with la Penã del Bronx, I'm still with Victor Toro 'Cause gentrification is pollutin' my borough Sold bro never, South Bronx forever Decolonize the block, make your neighborhood better I ain't down with the rich, I'm more Richie Perez Don't talk to grand juries or cooperate with feds I'm with students, doctors, janitors, teachers We need living wages but they don't believe us Manida, Baretto, Spofford, Hunts Point My point, my hood I love, we join, forces Forming RDAC-BX Taking over buildings, Rebel Diaz for the children

[Verse 5: Rakaa Iriscience] Politics the sickness, streets express symptoms Caught up with a quickness, big business pimps 'em Scholars play the simpleton, fools play with wisdom Who will stand and fight back, who will play the victim? Trials and tribulations, here's your generations Stolen history and outsourced innovation Babel tower fell, tribes are at war The battle story not represented in the score The game's fixed, most of the faces and names switched Credit stolen for art, science, religion, language Technology, philosophy, and the strangest They paid in Haitian for the knowledge of the ancients Power in words, actions, guns swords Ain't Paris, Brown Berets, young lords, pick a side One sickness, one cure, one love One blood, one world, one war

[Chorus: Pete Seeger] Which side are you on? Which side are you on? Which side are you on? Which side are you on?

[Outro: Pete Seeger] Come all of you good workers Good news to you I'll tell Of how the good ol' union Has come in here to dwell

[noellawrites]

His Future Wife (Part 5) - Yandere!Sonny Carisi x reader

Series Masterlist

summary: you make a plan and escape, but Sonny never gives up looking for you and his daughters.

warnings: pregnancy, rape mention, drugging, break-in, yelling, threats

After you and Sonny brought the twins home, you began to act more and more affectionate towards your new family. Sonny was worried you’d want nothing to do with the babies, but instead it was quite the opposite.

You adored your daughters more than anything. From the moment you met them, you would never be able to escape and leave them behind with Sonny.

You formulated a plan. It would take a while to execute, but you could be patient. You would have to be, if it meant you and your daughters could finally be free.

You had avoided your family throughout the pregnancy, dodging their calls and avoiding their visits. Sonny had made you delete all social media, so you hadn’t had to worry about that.

When the twins were about two weeks old, your dad had called you and you answered. He asked you to come to a family dinner since it was close to the holidays and to their surprise, you’d accepted.

You wanted to break the news to them yourself, but Sonny wouldn’t let you go over alone with the twins. So all four of you piled into Sonny’s car and headed to your parent’s house in Brooklyn.

When you arrived, you introduced your parents and siblings to your fiancée and twin daughters.

Your family didn’t seem surprised, which confused you. You let your parents hold Serafina and Valentina so they could meet their granddaughters.

“Why do you not seem more surprised?” you asked.

“We’ve known for months, Deputy Chief Dodds told us. We were waiting to hear it from you,” your mom explained, a sad tone to her voice.

You played affectionate fiancée and attentive mom for the entire evening, surprising everyone including Sonny. Your parents wondered what had gotten into you. So much has changed since you’d visited them in tears almost seven months prior.

—

Four Years Later

“No! No, no, no, this can’t be happening, not again!” you cried, dropping the plastic test onto the bathroom floor as you wiped tears off your face. It was positive.

You and Sonny had finally gotten married a year after the twins were born, at the Carisi’s church on Staten Island. You went along with it, acting excited and happy throughout the planning process. You did as much as you could to pretend like you loved him, to go with what he wanted.

You had built up Sonny’s trust through the years. You were now allowed to go places alone, see your parents, go to doctors appointments alone and return to work after your maternity leave had ended. Sonny no longer trapped you inside the apartment, either.

You loved your daughters, they were hilarious and smart and responsible. Serafina looked so much like Sonny, and Valentina looked just like you. Every time you asked yourself why you wanted to run, you reminded yourself that your daughters deserve a life where you didn’t fear for your safety, where their father hadn’t raped and kept you trapped against your will.

You had been taking out a small percentage of your paycheck every two weeks for the last four years and putting it in a locked compartment in your desk at work. When Sonny asked what was in the compartment, you said “dusty flash drives,” and he didn’t push the issue.

A month ago, you’d seen a specialist for having issues sleeping. You didn’t actually, but you needed it in order to dose Sonny the night you would leave.

An old friend from the academy you’d been hanging out with in secret, Aspen, had been helping you out as well. They had a friend renting out a cheap room in the Bronx, so you’d signed the lease and they’d been helping you acquire baby items and necessities for when you moved.

But the positive pregnancy test had lit a fire under your ass.

Part of you loved Sonny and always will. When you looked at him, you saw the father of your children, a man who wanted you so desperately that he did what he thought was right. A family man, affectionate, Godly and supportive. But you had three children now to worry about, and you’d seen enough domestic abuse cases. It was only a matter of time until Sonny would trap your children or scare them, too.

Later that night, after you’d drugged Sonny’s whiskey, you packed Sera and Val’s tiny duffle bags with the essentials. They were taking a nap, like you told them, before you would take them on an “adventure.”

You packed your bag quickly and quietly, listening acutely to make sure Sonny didn’t stir from where he snoozed on the couch. He was still in his fancy three-piece suit, grey-blond hair gelled back in his signature style.

Once you were done, you quietly woke up your daughters and helped them put on their shoes.

“Mommy, is daddy okay?” Serafina asked. You sighed. She was a daddy’s girl through and through.

“He’s just taking a nap, baby. Don’t worry,” you promised.

“Daddy's funny, he’s not wearing jammies!” Val giggled, causing Sera to join in.

“We have to be quiet, okay girls? Take your bags and let’s go this way.” You left your phone and ring on the kitchen table next to the fruit bowl.

You would take a cab with the girls to a spot you’d designated with Aspen that had no city cameras. Then, Aspen would pick you and the girls up in an unmarked, hotwired car and drop you off in the Bronx at the house where you were renting a room.

“Mommy, can we go to auntie Amanda’s?” Sera asked.

“Not right now, sweetie,” you said while attempting to hail a cab. Thankfully, they still hung around late in Manhattan.

“322 West Third Street please,” you told the driver as you helped your daughters get into the backseat.

—

Sonny woke up on the couch the next morning, still wearing yesterday’s suit. His head was pounding, so he got up to grab a glass of water.

“What the—?” he said to himself, noticing your phone and ring on the table. You never took off your ring, ever. And you usually had your phone near you or in the bedroom.

“Oh, no!” Sonny gasped, realizing the bedroom door was open. You weren’t in bed. He flung the girls’ bedroom open. Nothing.

Sonny yelled, kicking the bottom of your shared bedroom’s door.

“GODDAMNIT!” He panted, tears blurring his eyes. He couldn’t believe it.

Right away, he called Liv and explained what’d happened. Her and the squad worked tirelessly to search for the three of you, but there was never much luck. Mistaken tips on the tip line, and even those trails turned up dry after a year.

For the next three years, Sonny followed every lead as far as he could and kept going even after that. He asked private investigators, cops, lawyers, your family, his family, anyone he could for help.

—

Three Years Later

“Val, can you put Angelica’s toys back in her closet? And Sera, will you start putting the clean clothes away?” you yelled up to your daughters as you cleaned the kitchen. Today was your day off from work, and you had all three of your daughters home because of the weekend.

“Mom, I can’t find my basketball socks, I thought you washed them!” Sera asked, walking down the stairs of your quaint little house.

“I was saving those to wash with Val’s soccer stuff since it’s all smelly,” you explained, showing her the unwashed items.

“Ick, gross! Hey can we go to the library? I wanna see if they have the new Dork Diaries book,” Sera asked, giving you a pleading expression.

“As long as we don’t finish cleaning too late,” you promised. Sera nodded, wrapping her arms around your stomach.

“I love you, mom,” she said, which almost brought you to tears. You’d worked hard to raise your three daughters alone, without any knowledge of their father.

“I love you too, sweetie,” you said, and she let go and ran back up stairs, shouting something intelligible at Val.

Your toddler, Angelica, was two and a half years old. Surprisingly, she was a lot fussier than the twins, but she laughed and smiled a lot. And the twins adored her, which made you even happier. You missed your siblings and parents, but you had to use a fake identity to make sure Sonny couldn’t track you down. You had also registered Val and Sera for school under their nicknames and your new false surname in case Sonny managed to track them down, too.

You adored your little home, it was the perfect size for your family. It had three small bedrooms, so the twins each got their own and Angelica’s crib was in your bedroom. When you first moved in, you had rented out one of the bedrooms for you and the twins to share, though it was very cramped. The sweet old lady who owned the house, Agatha, had taken a liking to you and your daughters. When she passed away last year, she left the entire house to your family.

You also had been working as a transcriptionist for a small medical company for about three years. You missed being a cop, but for now it was impossible. You liked your new job, as it was straightforward and left you a lot of time to take care of your girls.

Being a single mom was hard. Every hour of your day was spent working or taking care of them, and you wouldn't have it any other way. Regardless of how they might've been conceived, they were your everything.

“Mom, why are the police outside?” Val asked as she ran down the stairs.

Your blood ran cold.

“C’mere, sweetie,” you said, attempting to even out your voice. You hugged Val and then knelt down to her level.

“Everything is going to be okay, don’t worry,” you assured her, slowly closing the window and blinds in the kitchen.

“Let’s go upstairs, okay?”

You went into each bedroom, shutting the windows and blinds.

“Both of you, stay in your rooms please,” you told the twins, and they both nodded. In your room, Angelina was still asleep in her crib.

You didn’t live in a bad neighborhood, but cops from the local precinct did occasionally drive through. You were, however, shocked to see Manhattan SVU across the street at the neighbor’s house.

“No,” you whispered to yourself, watching through a crack in the window shade as Amanda, Liv and Sonny walked from your neighbor’s house towards their cars. Amanda and Liv stopped, while Carisi kept walking.

“I mean, c’mon. Two seven year old twins? A young mom in her early 30’s? This could be her, I need to help her if she’s being held captive,” Sonny explained, walking up the driveway.

You watched as Amanda and Liv exchanged a look, then headed up behind Sonny.

“Hello?” He knocked.

You stood, unmoving as you tried to figure out if Sonny would recognize you. You’d changed your hair color, style and your body looked different after having another baby, but otherwise you looked very similar.

“NYPD, we have some questions,” Amanda shouted as Sonny attempted to look into your windows. Your worst nightmare was actually happening.

“This is the house, I know it. This toy car was mine and I gave it to the girls on their fourth birthday. Hey, somebody, open up!” Sonny yelled, striking fear into you.

You silently cursed yourself for being careless and forgetting to pick up the toys that’d been spread out in the yard.

“Sonny no-“ “Carisi don’t—!”

CRASH.

You stood still in the kitchen, hand over your mouth, tears streaming down your cheeks. No.

Sonny ran at you, picking you up, overwhelming your body with his. Over his shoulder, Amanda and Liv wore horrified expressions you’d only ever seen when responding to the most difficult cases.

“I missed you so much doll, ‘ya don’t understand, I-I can’t believe you’re here in front of me! Where are the girls? They’re seven now, right?” he smiled, pulling away from you.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry! I love ‘ya too. I can’t believe this! Amanda, Liv, I found her!” he smiled, turning back to you.

You watched as Liv and Amanda exchanged analytical expressions over Sonny’s shoulder.

“They gotta be upstairs, right?”

“Sonny, no—“ you began, causing him to whip around.

“Are you trying to keep my daughters away from me?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at you.

His hair was turning a light grey, and he looked so much more severe than the last time you’d seen him. His stance mirrored Barba’s, and his suit was one you hadn’t seen, an Armani.

“Sonny, I left because—“

“NO! You do NOT get to keep ma’ daughters away from me, you hear? I spent years lookin’ for ya, for my family! And this is what I get?” he screamed, storming up the stairs two at a time.

A speechless Amanda and Liv ran up behind you to stop whatever foolish action Sonny would take.

Sonny swung Val’s door open first, decorated with soccer posters and pictures of animals.

“Valentina, oh my god!” Sonny exclaimed, immediately recognizing the birthmark on her arm as she sat on the bed, arms over her legs, cowering from Sonny.

Val looked right at you, running up and clutching onto your shirt behind you.

“Baby, it’s okay, I’m your dad!” Sonny laughed, causing Val to only shake her head.

“Mommy said I don’t have a dad,” Val said simply. You looked back for a brief second to see Sera standing next to Amanda.

“Mommy, I know you said to stay but I heard someone yell,” she said, rubbing her eyes.

“Sera, my daughter, you look just like me, you look just like daddy!” Sonny grinned, leaning down to give Sera a hug.

“Carisi, why don’t you just—“ Liv began, holding a hand in front of Sera.

“Get away from her!” you exclaimed, and Sera’s lip quivered. She looked just like Sonny, no one could deny that. It was a shocking sight.

All of a sudden, Angelica’s high-pitched wail sounded out from across the hallway. You ran to your bedroom quickly, retrieving your screaming daughter.

“Shh, shhh, it’s okay. Mama’s here,” you sighed, picking her up from her crib and placing her on your hip.

Everyone had moved into the hallway, Sonny approaching you as Amanda stepped towards him.

“I-Is she mine?”

You nodded. “Her name is Angelica.”

"You kept my baby from me? All three of my daughters? How could 'ya do this?" He seethed, cowering over you.

"Carisi, let's just take a step back and--" Amanda began.

"NO! You listen to me, you're gonna come home and apologize for the absolute hell you put our families through!" Sonny yelled, getting closer to you.

Val was crying and holding onto Liv as Amanda attempted to pull Sonny away.

"Dad, stop! Please, don't hurt mommy or sissy!" Sera begged, tugging on Sonny's expensive blazer.

"Sonny, just stop this, please," Amanda insisted, getting between you two and taking Angelica out of your arms.

"I can't believe you'd do this to me!" Sonny yelled at you, pushing you into the wall and cornering you.

"Carisi, get off of her or I'll have to arrest you in front of your daughters," Liv threatened.

Sonny backed off quickly, still staring at you with a piercing gaze.

"This ain't ova’."

chapter 6 linked here

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TMNT OC COMP S2: Round 1A

Info under the cut!

Alexander:

made by @theoneandonlyneonleon

promo:

info:

Alex lived up in Manhattan, with his parents and sister. When his dad died, his mom moved back to Italy to be with family, but Alex didn't want to leave New York, so he moved in with his Aunt in the Bronx.

Kairi Fablestone:

made by @luminaartanddrawings

info:

Haven’t fully fleshed out her story yet, but her father went missing under unknown circumstances when she was alone in his apartment as a very young selkie. The Hidden city police declared his disappearance a cold case by the time she was 7 years old.

Not a lot of foster parents were willing to raise a child that looks more human than yokai. Those that do tend to see her as an exotic pet, or a convenient extra pair of hands to help them raise other foster kids. Some of them get easily annoyed by her being too loud or not doing things right. One even said they would hide her seal coat from her forever if she doesn’t behave.

Which caused Kairi to grow up with the fear of failure & as a very soft spoken person. (So she sometimes has to repeat herself because no one could hear her.) It also unintentionally made her good at stealth. 

At the age of 13, the current yokais fostering her decided that she was old enough to get a job & to teach her to be independent. So they got her to work at an old friend’s place as a favour. Kairi was Big Mama’s gofer seeing as she is quite inexperienced in the working industry. A few weeks later she also became an assistant medic for the doctors of the nexus fighters, after inadvertently showing her  capability to assess injuries so quickly. Even the ones that can’t be seen by the naked eye. She can’t use this specific mystic ability too often, otherwise she’ll get eye strain.

When the turtles & April befriended her, she became their insider for any useful info the boys might need for missions involving Big Mama. Like stolen mystic artifacts in her possession, or important events planned by her. (Which took some time & encouragement to convince her in the first place.)

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[Ghostbusters] Brainwaves: Mini Bios (1984) Nova’s Family (Part 2/2)

Tagging @ariel-seagull-wings @spook-central and @soulman133 Let me know if you want to be tagged/untagged from Brainwaves posts. These are just bullet point bios for the main groups of characters, as in the female professors, Ghostbusters and Ghostbuster staff, the C.U.P.S students, Nova’s family and then the others™ (e.g. Dickless, Dana)

Following Characters:

Electra Teufel

Norman Teufel

Thomas Teufel

Otmar Teufel

Remus Teufel

Romulus Teufel-Mann

Long Post so it's under the cut.

General Family:

The Teufel Family are supposedly (Read: Definitely) psychic

Most (if not all) are former Jews who converted to being Wiccan at one point or another

The surname ‘Teufel’ literally translates to 'Devil’

Electra 'Ellie' Teufel:

Face Claim / Actress: Carol Kane

Full Name: Electra Irma Teufel. AKA: Ellie

30 in 1984. Born June 18th 1954 in Brooklyn. Lives in Manhattan

German, Female, Straight, Wiccan, Gemini

Speaks English, German, Polish, Spanish, Chinese, Latin & French

5'2" and 114 lbs, Blue eyes, Blonde hair dyed Ginger, 3 tattoos, ears pierced

Member of C.U.P.S, Is/was in the Parapsychology Course, Psychology Student

Younger sister of Norman and Medusa

Makes money as a fortune teller

Norman 'Manny' Teufel:

Face Claim / Actor: Christopher Lloyd

Full Name: Norman Mercury Teufel. AKA: Nomad, Norm, Manny, Merry

44 in 1984. Born October 22nd 1940 in Brooklyn. Lives in Manhattan

German, Male, Bisexual, Wiccan, Libra

Speaks English, German, Polish, Spanish, Chinese, French and Japanese

6'1" and 172 lbs, Brown eyes and hair, clean shaven / stubble, hairy, 10 tattoos

Member of C.U.P.S, Herbology, Foetology & Mortuary Science Student

Older brother of Medusa & Electra

Gets paid a dollar by Gil and Nova for every class he attends

Thomas 'Tom' Teufel:

Face Claim / Actor: Tony Danza

Full Name: Thomas Jupiter Teufel. AKA: Tom, Tommy, TJ, JT

30 in 1984. Born April 21st 1954 in Brooklyn. Lives in Queens

German, Male, Straight, Wiccan, Taurus

Can only speak English & German

5'9" and 169 lbs, Brown hair and eyes, clean shaven, hairy

Member of C.U.P.S, Criminology & Haematology Student

Younger brother of Otmar and Remus

Usually very distractable and late to classes

Professor Otmar 'Otto' Teufel:

Face Claim / Actor: Robin Williams

Full Name: Otmar Gemini Teufel

Professor / Mr. AKA: Otto

34 in 1984. Born July 21st 1950 in Brooklyn. Lives in Queens

German, Male, Straight, Wiccan, Cancer, Smoker

Speaks English, German, French, Spanish, Latin and Italian

5'6" and 170 lbs, Blue eyes and Brown hair, clean shaven / stubble, hairy

Bachelor's Degree in: Applied Arts, Arts, Dance, Film and Television, Fine Arts & Liberal Arts

Professor of the Arts, likes to have fun with his lessons

Doctor/Professor Remus 'Remi' Teufel, PhD:

Face Claim / Actor: Mandy Patinkin

Full Name: Remus Lambert Teufel

Professor / Doctor / Mr. AKA: Remi, Bert, Bertie

32 in 1984. Born November 30th 1953 in Brooklyn. Lives in Queens

German, Male, Straight, Sagittarius, Smoker

Speaks English, German, Hebrew, Arabic, Norse and Latin

5'11" and 193 lbs, Brown eyes and Black hair, full beard, hairy

Member of C.U.P.S, works with Nova

PhD in Eschatology, Bachelor's Degree in Religious Studies

Romulus 'Roman' Teufel-Mann:

Face Claim / Actor: Tom Hulce

Full Name: Romulus Gunther Teufel-Mann. AKA: Roman, Gunner

20 in 1984. Born December 6th 1964 in The Bronx. Lives In/on Staten Island

White, Male, Straight, Raised Jewish, Wiccan, Sagittarius

Speaks English, German, Hebrew, French and Spanish

5'7" and 180 lbs, Brown eyes and hair, clean shaven / stubble, hairy

Member of C.U.P.S, Mortuary Science, Dipterology & Genetics Student

Friend of Jacob Blumenthal

Born 5 years before his parent's divorce

[ceciliatan]

Duck Day 2023: Full Canto

If you've read my "Duck Day" posts before, you know it's my rundown of what corwin and I made for Thanksgiving. In 2023 we left for Aruba with my Mom that Saturday, and I thought I would work on the recap post then. But "Aruba" and "work" do not mix, and instead I read two lovely books and lounged about in the shade (and finally began to feel a little bit recovered from having had COVID in September...) Anyway, now it's February 2024 and I'm finally posting this so I can close the dozens of tabs still open on my browser since November! In Duck Days past, corwin and I have cooked up some high concept menu themes (like the time we traced a map of the Silk Road, or the parody menu "American Classics," or the year we did "togetherness"...), while other times we've stuck to a single cuisine as a theme (i.e. French). This year we decided to go for full-on Cantonese which means including a couple of nods to the Philippines and Singapore, where there are large Cantonese populations and the cuisine has been adapted with local flair. (Same could be said for the USA....) Having grown up as a mixed-race Chinese-filipino kid in the 1970s, I spent a lot of my childhood eating in Chinese restaurants throughout suburban New Jersey, with very regular trips to NYC Chinatown. We ate a lot of takeout from "American" Chinese joints, and often had Christmas Day dinner at one of the slightly fancier Chinese restaurants (because my mom's birthday is on Christmas and she would rather not cook on her birthday). If we went shopping in Manhattan in the morning, we went to dim sum after. If we went to a Broadway show at night, or even to Yankee Stadium which is way up in the Bronx, we still drove all the way down to Chinatown for a late-night dinner. I understood as a kid that there was something "cultural" about going to Chinatown that I was supposed to "get," but I didn't really know what it was, and my family didn't explicitly talk about it. But it meant I felt some kind of connection even if there really wasn't a functional difference between me and non-Chinese tourist kids from the suburbs. If I absorbed some cultural values on these trips they probably boiled down to these: - It's a virtue to eat. - It's a virtue to eat everything. - It's a virtue to eat everything your ancestors (probably) ate. For a while my grandfather came to live with us, and I found it extremely frustrating that we had no common language, because I really wanted to grill him all day long about what his life was like growing up when there was still a dynasty going on. Like, whoa. He liked going to Chinatown even though he spoke a different dialect from most of the merchants there. Because he could write things down, though, he could request special things from the waiters and go into the Chinese pharmacy and get various remedies. One thing, though, that he had going on was high blood pressure, and so his doctor (and my dad, who was an MD) had told him to cut salt out of his diet. So my mom was cooking everything low salt. (My grandfather must've just thought she was a terrible cook.) But his blood pressure didn't go down. They couldn't figure it out. Until my dad found the tub of pork floss he had hidden in his room. For those not familiar with pork floss, try to imagine if chewing tobacco were made from beef jerky so finely shredded it had the texture of dryer lint. (It's DELICIOUS.) Anyway. Probably 90% of my identification with my Chinese heritage comes through food (the other 10% comes through kung fun movies, and I'm not even kidding). tl;dr -- Deciding to do a heavy-duty Cantonese meal is kind of a big deal for me. But of course this is us, so we couldn't ONLY do straight-up traditional, we had to find ways to bistronomize and fuse and elevate and have fun with the dishes.

The menu at each dinner guest's place, a take-off on the old cheesy US Chinese restaurant menus from our childhoods. The Menu: 1) Amuse & Opening Cocktail: A Savory Fortune Cookie Name of the cocktail: ネグロに (Ne Gu Ro Ni, yes we're writing it in Japanese) 2) Dim Sum: Chashu Duck Baked Bun Duck Meatball w/ Yuba Chinese Broccoli in Oyster Sauce with Oolong tea 3) Soup: Duck Kut Teh with You Tiao (Chinese "crullers") served with a Crispy duck-confit filled Lumpia 4) Noodles: Hand-cut Sweetwater noodle w/ ground duck topping 5) Palate Cleanser: Trio of sorbettos: ginger, lychee, orange 6) Main Course: Sticky-rice stuffed roast duck With Scallion & Cucumber garnish 7) Dessert: Yuzu Creme Brulee Pineapple Bun Orange Slice 8) Tea & Coffee ** Candied things

The cocktail is garnished with candied Buddha's Hand that I made. In the background you can see the savory fortune cookies.   Opening Cocktail: Ne Gu Ro Ni (you can spell this with katakana) Inspired by a friend's recent musing on what counts as a negroni (e.g. by some definitions, concrete is a negroni...), corwin invented this one using the idea that a negroni is one part base spirit, one part bitter, and one part sweet. It uses Gokoo Shochu, which is very whiskey-like, as the base spirt, a Japanese "Bermutto" as the sweet component, and a black jasmine tea as the bitter.

The savory fortune cookies. (Scroll to the end of the post to see what they said inside.) The Savory Fortune Cookie: I like my amuses to be, well, amusing, and this seemed a good way to inject some whimsy. When I ran the test recipe for this, I made test fortunes that said things like "This is a test of the fortune cookie broadcast system." "This is only a test." "If this had been an actual fortune cookie, you would have received some Orientalist B.S." and so on. I based my recipe on this one for "Brown Butter Fortune Cookies" from Cook It Delicious: https://cooktildelicious.com/brown-butter-fortune-cookies/ The consensus among my foodie Twitter/Bluesky/etc cohort is that because the fortune cookie batter is mostly sugar and egg whites, trying to reduce the sugar wouldn't work. But plenty of Cantonese cooking is savory while also being sweet, so I kept the sugar content the same and just pumped up the savory aspect. One test batch I added sesame oil to the brown butter and they were okay. Next batch I added the sesame oil FROM THE JAR OF LAO GAN MA and that kicked it right into the savory stratosphere! Delicious! (it also made the cookies slightly pink) The other thing I added was a sprinkling of sesame seeds and flake salt onto the unbaked cookies right before putting them in the oven. They came out fantastic. The biggest problem I've usually found with homemade fortune cookies is that they come out soggy (or chewy) rather than crispy. What I found during the tests was that I could just keep putting the shaped cookies -- held in shape by putting them into an egg carton the moment they're shaped -- into the oven on a low-ish heat (300 degrees, I think) for another few minutes beyond the expected bake time.

The fortune cookies, still soft, right before being peeled off the silpat and shaped by hand.

An egg carton is the best thing to tuck the fortune cookies into the moment they are shaped, and then stick them back in the oven to finish crisping up.   THE DIM SUM COURSE:  We don't go into restaurants indoors when the COVID numbers are over a certain threshold, which means we haven't been to a dim sum palace since before Omicron. And damn, I miss it. Chashu Duck Baked Bun Duck Meatball w/ Yuba Chinese Broccoli in Oyster Sauce

All three elements of the dum sum course. The chinese broccoli in oyster sauce is basically an excuse to get some green vegetables into our guests. According to Buddhist tradition, oyster sauce is vegetarian. No, really. (Chinese Cooking Demystified did a whole video on this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mDC6Q5upKPE) DUCK MEATBALL on Yuba This is a duck version of the beef ball you usually get on tofu skin. corwin learned the technique that makes those balls so soft yet bouncy (it has to do with lye water), and guess what? It works for duck, too. (Another nod to Chinese Cooking Demystified, who posted their recipe here: https://www.reddit.com/r/Cooking/comments/bh7pjc/recipe_dim_sum_beef_balls_/ and the video here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NsEPOKveJFQ) Chashu Duck Baked Bun This is basically the classic charsiu siopao but with duck instead of pork. We've made these before, but it's a classic and good to return to to scratch that dimsum itch!

For one friend who keeps kosher, we gave her the meat filling without the bun, which is made from a milk bread.   Duck Kut Teh with You Tiao (Chinese "crullers") served with a Crispy duck-confit filled Lumpia One of the best foods we ate in Singapore was Bak Kuh Teh, which comes from the hokkienese (Fujianese) words for "pork bone tea." We had it both at the truly delicious and well-known chain restaurant Song Fa, and also as late-night eats in the one area of Singapore where there are all-night dim sum joints (because no matter how much the government wants everyone to get up early to go to work and be orderly and sorta British about everything, you simply cannot completely stamp out this Cantonese cultural norm, apparently?) Song Fa has a Michelin Bib Gourmand award seven years running, and yeah, damn it's good.

I really should've bought 20 of these when we were in Singapore...   Song Fa sells spice packets for making bak kut teh at home both in their stores and on the website (I've also seen it on Amazon) and in Singaporean grocery stores. I've made bak kuh teh a few times since our 2022 trip and I think it comes out best with a combination of the Song Fa packet and additional fresh spices. The main thing you can't believe until you do it is just how much white pepper it takes to really get the flavor right. (Also 5 heads of garlic per rack of ribs.) I used the following reference recipe, as well as the instructions on the Song Fa packet, and a few others I looked up: https://delightfulplate.com/bak-kut-teh-singapore-pork-rib-soup/ But here's what I ended up with: My BAK KUH TEH recipe - 1 rack of pork ribs (12-13 ribs) - 25 fresh peeled garlic cloves (or 5 heads of however many cloves) - one Song Fa spice package - several slices of fresh ginger - one cinnamon stick - two tablespoons white peppercorns - 2 star anise - 1 tsp dark soy sauce - 1 tsp light soy sauce If you don't have the Song Fa packet, you can replace it with 30 grams of white pepper (yes that is most of a grocery store container of white peppercorns) whether as whole peppercorns or ground, 10 grams of sea salt, 5 grams of cinnamon chunks or sticks, and 4 broken star anise. (And MSG if you want it. I find this meal has enough umami and salt without it.) Buy a long flat rack of pork ribs when it's not grilling season and you can find them on sale for $5.99 a pound (they'll jump to $12.99 a pound or more in barbecue season). In fact, buy a few and freeze them until you're ready to use them for bak kuh teh. First bring a LARGE pot of water to a boil (large enough for all the ribs.) Cut up the ribs and peel 50 cloves of garlic while you're waiting for the pot to boil. Put a few pinches of salt and some slices of ginger in the water. Once it gets to a rolling boil, put all the ribs in and return it to a boil. Parboil one minute, then discard the water and rinse the ribs well with cold water. Clean out the pot. Some recipes now have you toast the spices and garlic cloves in the bottom of the pot before you refill it with water, but I have not done that. Add fresh water, and the ribs, and bring it to a boil again. Then add all the garlic cloves, and both soy sauces. Have the spices in either tea balls or other infusers, or those disposable tea bags, and halfway through the cooking, be sure to move them around a bit (but don't break them or the soup will be gritty). Simmer 90 minutes to 2 hours. Serve with 3 ribs per large soup bowl and a ladle or two of the broth. In the Song Fa restaurant, they strain the garlic cloves out to make the broth clear again, but I leave them in. (They're mostly disintegrated.) If you've ever wondered why "vegetarian delight," the really bland vegetable dish served at Cantonese restaurants, exists at all, it's because it's the perfect balance to offset the intensity of bak kuh teh. Of course, because this is DUCK DAY, we cooked up a version that used duck legs with some meat still on them as a stand-in for the ribs, and duck stock, and the rest was the same spice mix and garlic, and it came out fantastic. (There are many non-pork variations including duck to be found around Malaysia, Indonesia, etc. but I didn't really look up any recipes, I just swapped in duck for pork and it worked.) Somehow I didn't get a photo of the duck kuh teh, but here's one from Regis's instagram (full post here: https://www.instagram.com/p/C0CC9Z2L0oM/): Duk kuh teh as served. Photo by Regis.   The other traditional accompaniment is a long, bumpy "cruller" -- you tiao. The first time I made the crullers, I used a gluten free recipe because I was making this meal for a friend who with a few dietary restrictions and they came out surprisingly great! So I thought surely with actual gluten in them they should be even better? (I actually think they came out about the same.) The gluten free version came from Fun Without Gluten (https://funwithoutgluten.com/chicken-congee-with-gluten-free-chinese-doughnuts/) and the regular version came from What To Cook Today (https://whattocooktoday.com/cakwe-you-tiau.html).

The lumpia and the crullers ready to deep fry!    DUCK-CONFIT FILLED CRISPY LUMPIA So, lun pia, or lumpia if you're filipino, are another southern Chinese specialty that are all over the Philippines. They require super-thin, almost lacey skins, and I've made them by hand before. The recipe I use comes from the indispensible cookbook that is Andrea Nguyen's ASIAN DUMPLINGS. You can read a review of her recipe on the aptly named Burnt Lumpia blog: https://burntlumpia.typepad.com/burnt_lumpia/2009/09/homemade-lumpia-wrappers.html However, this time, in the middle of the heat of service of an already too-long meal... I could not get the dough to work. The pan was too hot, then it was too cold, then the dough was too wet, or maybe too dry? I don't know why it didn't work, and I didn't have time to figure it out, so I defaulted to the back-up plan: the "shanghai style" extra-thin spring roll skins I had bought at H-Mart a few days earlier, for just such a contingency. The filling was shredded duck confit, which stands in very well for the finely shredded pork one often finds in these at parties catered by filipino caterers. (I just gave myself such a craving for lechon, holy cats.)

corwin and me plating the noodle course. Photo by Scliff. Hand-cut Sweetwater noodle w/ ground duck topping corwin learned to make these thick, chewy, rustic noodles from, where else, Chinese Cooking Demystified. Here: https://chinesecookingdemystified.substack.com/p/chengdu-sweet-water-noodles But I'm the one who ended up actually doing the hand-cutting of the noodles, and I fixed up these accordion dividers out of wax paper to keep them from sticking together.

Making sweetwater noodles by hand. Trio of sorbettos: ginger, lychee, orange We made these three sorbets that came out in three different textures as well as three flavors. The ginger was so intensely gingery and so intensely sugary (because corwin used the sugar that was left in the pot after I candied ginger to make it) that it wouldn't actually freeze. It remained creamy in texture and had to be kept in the deep freezer, not the upright, or it turned to soup. And he used the sugar leftover from me candying the buddha's hand to make the orange sorbet. And we used canned lychee for the lychee sorbet, but I don't remember the details now... The main thing is we have a decent ice cream maker (Whynter brand) that can be left unsupervised while it aerates and freezes.

Closeup on the candied buddha's hand.  

The roast duck before carving.   Sticky-rice stuffed roast duck (main dish) With Scallion & Cucumber garnish

The traditional roast duck accompaniments, cucumbers and scallions. Read the full article

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My Fandoms:

Stranger Things

Wednesday

Addams Family

Captain America

Percy Jackson

9-1-1

9-1-1: Lone Star

Interview With A Vampire

Twilight

Harry Potter

The Umbrella Academy

Sweet Tooth

The Last Of Us

Bridgerton

The Sandman

What We Do In The Shadows

A League Of Our Own

Paper Girls

The 90's Show

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Abbot Elementary

Night Court

Good Omens

Daredevil

Barbie

The Marvelous Mrs Masiel

Julia & The Phantoms

I Am Not Okay With This

Star Vs. The Forces Of Evil

Gravity Falls

Disney Descendants

Edward Scissorhands

Beetlejuice

2 Broke Girls

Schmigadoon! 

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To Television Watch & Catch Up On:

(Subject To Add To List & Cross Out What Has Been Watched)

Yellowjackets

Suits

The Bear

Hello Tomorrow!

Dickinson

Rise Of The Pink Ladies

Lessons In Chemistry

Our Flag Means Death

Hacks

Shinning Vale

Emily In Paris

Wolf Pack

Chucky

First Kill

Ginny & Georgia

Pretty Little Liars

Russian Doll

Julia

The Boys/Gen V

The Gilded Age

Loki

The House Of Usheer

School Spirits

Only Murders In The Building

Doctor Who

She-Hulk

Daisy Jones & The Six

Ms. Marvel

Fanfic

Mayfair Witches

The Witch Lotus

Ted Lesso

Shrinking

Films To Watch & Catch Up On:

(Subject To Add To List & Cross Out What Has Been Watched)

Lisa Frankenstein (Go See It In Theatres)

Taylor Swift Concert Movie

Wonka

Bottoms

Priscilla

Pearl

SpiderMan: Across The Spider-Verse

Do Revenge

Bridesmaids

Elemental

Fear Street

X

Asteroid City

Promising Young Woman

Theatre Camp

Ruby Gillman, Teenage Kraken

Weird Al

Blue's Big City Adventure

Joyride

Megan

Disenchanted

Dora & The Lost City Of Gold

Unpregnant

Not Okay

Princess

Rosaline

Mixtape

Birds Of Prey

Moxie

Plan B

Flower

Palm Springs

Eighth Grade

Ghost World

The Fabelmans

Permanent

The Broken Heart Club

Scoob!

Scott Pilgrim vs. the world

We Can Be Heroes

Mama Mia 2

(500) Days Of Summer

Bill & Ted Face The Music

Lightyear

Portrait Of A Lady On Fire

The Hunger Games: The Ballad Of Songbirds & Snakes

Fantastic Beasts: The Secrets of Dumbledore

Power Rangers

Cinderella

Juno

Ghostsed

Carrie

Vampires Vs. The Bronx

Poor Things

Mean Girls Musical

(Based On My List Feel Free To Reblog Or Recommend Films Or Television Shows.)

(If Anyone Has Shows Or Films Or Books That Are About People In Their Mid-Late 20s Or Entering Their Thirty That Would Be Nice. Most Media Is Either About Teenager And College Kids Or Mid-Age Adults Having A Midlife Crises.)

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ID: a photograph of a 50 year old hispanic trans man with black close cropped hair and facial hair. He is wearing a black shirt, dark grey trusers with a black belt, and a black jersey on top, he has a large crucifix around his neck and is leaning against a teal coloured wall. ED.

Interview with Sukie, a 59 year old trans man, taken from To Survive On This Shore, a series of interviews with older trans people, view the full site here.

I was first aware of my identity when I was like six or seven years old. I always liked girls, but I never liked wearing any girls’ clothes. At that time, they used to say “lesbian” because they had no idea about trans. But ever since I was six or seven years old I lived as a boy. They used to dress me in girls’ clothes but I would go to school and change them downstairs. I grew up right here in the Bronx. We weren’t a big family, we weren’t that tight. I grew up with my mom and great-grandmother, but my great-grandmother was my caretaker. She just went along with everything. And when I finally came out, nobody said anything. That was the one thing I’m lucky about. I didn’t have a problem with that. And about ten years ago when I started hanging out with other trans people, I learned about it more. I went to my doctor, and even though my doctor didn’t know much about it, we both did research and I started testosterone, and ever since then I go to a transgender clinic. It’s really good.

In the Hispanic community, you know, a lot of cisgender men, they don’t take trans very easy. So that’s why I just make sure I’m careful. It’s really a safety issue. I don’t trust too much. Being Hispanic, I have to be more masculine. You know, like I gotta really make sure, you can’t be that soft or whatever. It’s like, “Boom, masculinity!” with some Hispanics. I was married for fifteen years, but she passed away ten years ago. Her family didn't know I’m trans. When they found out, they wanted us to break up. It was kind of rocky, but we worked it out for fifteen years. Now I’m in a relationship for the first time in ten years. We’ve been going out for three years now. Talking about marriage, but I don’t know yet.

When I first got an apartment, I moved everything in, and for some reason the landlord went through my stuff and saw a pamphlet on HIV and trans. When I came back that night, they’d changed the lock. That was a whole big deal. I called the cops, they couldn’t do anything. I took it to the Human Rights Commission, they said because it was a private house of two families, they couldn’t do anything. That was like the most horrible day, I had the two kids with me. Now I volunteer at Housing Works that has a program for people who are HIV positive. I go there like four times a week. I’ve been doing that for the past twelve years. My main occupation is outreach and peer-educator. I’m also doing the HIV Stops With Me campaign, because a lot of people don’t think trans men can get HIV. I’m about the only trans man in that campaign. I did it to let it be known. I have nothing to be ashamed of with HIV. It is what it is and if I can help other people, it’s all good.  

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General AU summary: the weather took a drastic turn (global warming or smthn) and so now there’s random weather shit happening all over the world (ranging in severity, but as the years go on it gets worse and worse). This spider goes all across America (not just NY) helping/saving/stabilizing shit. Unlike other AUs, the classic Spider-Man villains aren’t people, they’re the weather. Piper, this world’s arachnid, took it upon himself to name the bouts of weather that he encounters; Doctor Octopus is a tsunami, Electro is a thunderstorm, etc..

Name: Piper Picolo

Gender: trans male

From: New York City, NY

Age: 17

Height: 5’1

Job: Spider-Man (duh)

~~~

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Hair: Black

Skin Color: White

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MY OTHER HEADCANONS ABOUT PIPER

- [ ] Pronouns: he/him

- [ ] Gay

- [ ] English-Canadian

-his family moved to the US when he was 5

- [ ] Eats whatever bro can find

- [ ] Became Spider-Man at 15

- [ ] When staff from the Bronx Zoo came for a fun little presentation one of the spiders unknowingly escaped and went to the science lab where it knocked over a concoction of the really sketchy chemistry teacher

-the spider then crawled up Piper’s leg as they passed the classroom as school let out

-Piper then got bit and boom: spider powers

-when he discovered he had powers Piper hid it from his foster family

- [ ] Piper lived with Aunt June and Uncle Brent because his parents got arrested for child neglect, endangerment, and other charges

- [ ] Aunt June and Uncle Brent gave their lives to save Piper when the first bout of weird weather made their house catch on fire

-they protected Piper with their bodies

-Piper escaped with some pretty bad burns that would eventually scar

-he then lived in foster care where he was bitten by the spider a month later

- [ ] A bit of the ‘tism

- [ ] Has a pet pigeon

-he named it Reginald Winston

- [ ] Gets all the traditional spider powers except he produces his own webs

-like Tobey Maguire’s spider-man

- [ ] Sleep deprived

- [ ] His suit is colored after June and Brent’s favorite colors

- [ ] Rarely talks because he has no one to talk to

- [ ] Touch starved

- [ ] After two years of being Spider-Man the Spot popped up out of nowhere and used him as a shield

-he was then stuck between Spot and four other spider people (Miles, Gwen, Pavitr, and Hobie)

-after staring at each other Piper elbows the Spot in the face

-he helped the crew fight off the Spot until he fled into another dimension

-he then got dragged to the spider verse

- [ ] Comments a lot in his head because he never had anyone to say them to

- [ ] Sarcastic

- [ ] Shy when he meets new people that he has to spend more than ten seconds talking to but after he warms up he’s a chatterbox

- [ ] He’s the National Neighborhood Spider-Man

- [ ] Long and messy hair because he has no hairbrush (where tf would he find one)

-if he needs to cut his hair he just uses a shard of glass

- [ ] Terrible fashion sense

- [ ] Burn marks covering the right side (his left) of the face, arms, legs, and side

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Incorrect Quotes

Piper: We got a free day now. What do you wanna do? Eat? Sleep? Nap? Snack?

Piper: I just wanted to say that over the years, I have come to regard you as… people I met.

Piper at the beginning of the weather apocalypse: I just learned a way to get stuff on the cheap. Steal it!

Piper: The shadow realm? No, I’m sending you to Ohio!

Piper: The last time I went to an urgent care clinic, I checked off 'excessive crying' on the symptom list, and then the nurse got really confused and said that was meant for babies.

Piper: I am very small and I have no money, so you can imagine the kind of stress that I'm under.

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Daniel Grimaldi: Actor, Scholar & Scientist

     Daniel Grimaldi was born in 1946 and is an American actor and mathematics professor who is best known for his roles as twins Philly and Patsy Parisi on the award winning HBO television series The Sopranos. 

     While researching this piece, I wasn’t sure if all the dates synched up over on the Forever Fordham site? If what I read was true, he started Fordham at an age when most of us were sophomores in high school. 

Entered Fordham University at 16 Years of Age

     “I attended Xaverian High School in Brooklyn.” The obviously very bright, ambitious  powerhouse explained, “I was sixteen when I graduated. I received several scholarships

(including) a full one to Fordham. Many of my classmates were going.”

     He was a Screen Actors Guild award winner, in 2008, for Outstanding Performance by an Ensemble in a Drama Series for The Sopranos. He opened up about his college experiences at the Rose Hill Bronx campus by saying: “I commuted by train. One hour and forty five minutes each way. In my sophomore and junior year a friend drove. But often I would have to take the train because our schedules did not jell. In senior year I used my father's car,” added the 5 foot-4 inch dedicated alumni. “My family couldn't afford the room & board. One of the few regrets I have in life is not living on campus.”

Don’t Go In The House!

     His first break came in 1979 as the star of the above titled independent horror film. It is described as “A young man who was driven mad by the death of his abusive mother now stalks young women with a flamethrower.” 

Note: I’ve watched, and yes it is as nasty as it sounds. If you are interested, here is the YouTube link-be careful: r. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kxmz1vjCOk4&t=6s

Bell Laboratories Scientist

     Doctor Daniel Grimaldi went on to complete a Master of Science in Operations Research from NYU and a  PhD in Data Processing from City University of New York. That early IMDb.com credit above was in 1979. It sounded like those 13 years between might have been filled with working on your Master's degree and PhD? Turns out there was more to his development before being bit-by-the-acting-bug. 

     “Acting was not a thought. It just popped into my mind when I worked at Bell Labs as a member of technical staff in computer graphics.” I looked up archived copies of the University newspapers (The Ram) and did NOT see any productions that mentioned his name. It turns out he didn’t perform in any collegiate shows/plays. He added, “I went to study with Lee Strasberg (starting) in 1970.”

            (aveleyman.com)

Let’s Get To The Quote: “It won’t be cinematic.”

     For those who haven’t seen the episode, on The Sopranos, from all those years ago-let me set the scene. New Jersey Mob Boss Tony Soprano has one of his many adulterous love affairs. This time he meets Gloria. Who is pretty, a successful Mercedes Car sales rep and a bit of a world traveler. The two meet in the waiting of the mutual psychiatrist, accidentally due to a scheduling mix-up. After a point, Tony wants to end it. Gloria  not only wants to be part of the gangster’s life she even goes so far as to make contact with his wife. (Oh girlfriend, you can do so much better.)     

     He sends Patsy Parisi, our boy Dan-Class of ‘66-to scare her away while ostensibly test driving a car. Away from the protection of her suburban New Jersey dealership, he pulls over: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2GCQnTPF4_o

Note: Between now and posting of this article I can’t afford to have YouTube delete this one. So, basically he pulls out a gun and points it at her. Warns her to distance herself from Soprano and his family or she will be dead; by his hand. No ancient Greek tragedy or retired NFL Quarterback stuff for her to go on to the next world on.  

Got To Have A Side-Hustle

     I didn’t get a definitive answer, from the Assistant Professor Mathematics & Computer Science at Kingsborough Community College, in Brooklyn, when I asked if “It Won’t Be Cinematic”will be on your tombstone? But I did get a smile.

Can We Make It A Point to Carry His Name Forward?

      Here is a post from the 78 year old Fordham Alumni; His request on the Instagram Account where you can follow him too.

References

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Margaret Bourke-White was a pioneering photojournalist whose insightful pictures of 1930s Russia, German industry, and the impact of the Depression and drought in the American midwest established her reputation.

She took some of the first photographs inside German concentration camps at Erla and Buchenwald following the end of World War II and captured the last pictures of Mahatma Gandhi, in India. via moma

Born: Margaret White

June 14, 1904, The Bronx, New York City

Died: August 27, 1971 (aged 67) Stamford, Connecticut, USA

Her Grandfather from paternal side came to USA from Jewish family in Poland. #sztukakobiet

Margaret White added her mother's surname, "Bourke" to her name in 1927 and hyphenated it.

In 1929 Bourke-White accepted a job as associate editor and staff photographer of Fortune magazine, a position she held until 1935. In 1930 she became the first Western photographer allowed to enter the Soviet Union.

She also traveled to Europe to record how Germany, Austria, and Czechoslovakia were faring under Nazism.

Bourke-White was the first known female war correspondent and the first woman to be allowed to work in combat zones during World War II.

She served as a photographer for Life during Korean War of 1950-1953.

She was "one of the most effective chroniclers" of the violence that erupted at the 1947 independence and partition of India and Pakistan.

She interviewed and photographed Mohandas K. Gandhi just a few hours before his assassination in 1948.

- Honorary Doctorate: Rutgers University, 1948

- Honorary Doctorate: University of Michigan (Ann Arbor), 1951

- Achievement Award: US Camera, 1963

- Honor Roll Award: American Society of Magazine Photographers, 1964

In 1953, Bourke-White developed her first symptoms of Parkinson's disease. She was forced to slow her career to fight encroaching paralysis.

A pension plan set up in the 1950s, "though generous for that time", no longer covered her health-care costs. She also suffered financially from her personal generosity and from "less-than-responsible attendant care".

In 1971 she died in Stamford, Connecticut, aged 67, from Parkinson's disease. via Wikipedia

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tvrundown USA 2024.05.17

Friday, May 17th:

(exclusive): The 8 Show (netflix, Korean dramedy, all 8 eps), Maestro in Blue (netflix, season 2 available, all 6 eps), "99" (APrime, Manchester United docuseries, all 3 parts), "Bronx Zoo '90: Crime, Chaos, and Baseball" (Peacock, NY Yankees docuseries, all 3 parts)

(movies): "Thelma the Unicorn" (netflix, animated musical, ~98mins), "Killer Body Count" (TUBI, thriller, ~110mins), "Nightwatch: Demons Are Forever" (Shudder, Danish horror sequel), "Power" (netflix, police documentary, ~90mins), "Mourning in Lod" (Para+, Middle East documentary)

(streaming weekly): Sugar (apple+, season 1 finale), Franklin (apple+, limited series finale), The Big Cigar (apple+, Black Panthers mini-series, first 2 eps), The Chi (Para+), A Gentleman in Moscow (Para+, limited series finale), RuPaul's Drag Race All Stars (Para+, season 9 opener), Untucked (Para+, aftershow season opener), Doctor Who (dsn+, in early primetime)

(original made-for-TV movies): "Coming Home" (HMM, a "Family Practice" mystery, 2hrs)

(hour 1): S.W.A.T. (CBS, season 7 finale), Jeopardy! Masters (ABC, semifinals, 60mins)

(hour 2): Fire Country (CBS, season 2 finale), "Mary & George" (Starz, limited series finale), We're Here (HBO), "100 Days to Indy" (theCW)

(hour 3): Blue Bloods (CBS, midseason finale), Real Time with Bill Maher (HBO)

(hour 4 - latenight): "Jerrod Carmichael Reality Show" (HBO, docuseries finale)

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Jeannette E. Brown (born May 13, 1934) organic chemist and historian was born in the Bronx to Freddie Brown, a building superintendent, and Ada Brown. At age six, she was inspired by her family doctor to pursue a career in science. She received her BS in Chemistry from Hunter College as one of two African Americans in the first class of Hunter College’s new chemistry program. She earned her MS in Organic Chemistry from the University of Minnesota and was the first African American female to do so. Her thesis was entitled, “Study of Dye and Ylide Formation in Salts of 9- (P-dimethylaminophenyl) Flourene.”

After earning her MS, she joined CIBA Pharmaceutical Company as a research chemist, where she developed drugs for diseases such as tuberculosis and coccidiosis, which afflicts chickens. She was hired by Merck & Co. Research Laboratories where she continued synthesizing compounds for testing as potential new drugs. She was appointed chairperson of the Project SEED Committee for the American Chemical Society. She served on the faculty at the New Jersey Institute of Technology as a visiting professor of chemistry and faculty associate. She served as the regional director of the New Jersey Statewide System Initiative, improving science education in Essex and Hudson counties. She contributed seven biographies of African American chemists for the African American National Biography. She went on to publish her book entitled, African American Women Chemists.

She has been involved in the National Organization for the Professional Advancement of Black Chemists and Chemical Engineers and the American Chemical Society. She was an Association of Women in Science fellow. She earned recognition as an American Chemical Society fellow and a Chemical Heritage Foundation Ullyott Scholar. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

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[Ghostbusters] Brainwaves: Mini Bios (1984) Nova's Family (Part 1/2)

Tagging @ariel-seagull-wings @spook-central and @soulman133 Let me know if you want to be tagged/untagged from Brainwaves posts. These are just bullet point bios for the main groups of characters, as in the female professors, Ghostbusters and Ghostbuster staff, the C.U.P.S students, Nova’s family and then the others™ (e.g. Dickless, Dana)

Following Characters:

Mars Teufel

Anselm Teufel

Milo Teufel

Amalia Teufel

Gilbert Teufel

Medusa Teufel

Long post so it's under the cut.

General Family:

The Teufel Family are supposedly (Read: Definitely) psychic

Most (if not all) are former Jews who converted to being Wiccan at one point or another

The surname 'Teufel' literally translates to 'Devil'

'Mad' Mars Teufel:

Face Claim / Actor: John Candy

Full Name: Mars Neon Teufel. AKA: Mad Mars

Nova's older brother, protective, sometimes overprotective

34 in 1984. Born March 3rd 1950 in Brooklyn, Lives in NY, NY

German, Male, Straight, Wiccan, Pisces, Smoker

Speaks English, German, some Spanish and some French

6'2" and 275 lbs, Brown eyes and Blond hair, no tattoos or piercings, clean-shaven / stubble, hairy

Undiagnosed but likely Autistic

Grew up with Anselm and Milo, Now lives with Nova

Journalist for a German news channel

Bachelor's degree in Journalism & English

Anselm 'Selm' Teufel:

Face Claim / Actor: John Goodman

Full Name: Anselm Saturn Teufel. AKA: Selm

Milo's older brother, cousin to Mars and Nova

30 in 1984. Born June 20th 1954 in Brooklyn. Lives in Brooklyn

German, Male, Straight, Wiccan, Gemini, Smoker

Speaks English, German, some French, and some Spanish

6'2" and 300 lbs, Blue eyes and Brown hair, no tattoos or piercings, clean shaven / stubble, hairy

Grew up with Milo and Mars, still lives with Milo

Works at the Sedgewick Hotel as a Custodian / Handyman

A mean drunk who protects his brother no matter what

Bachelor's degree in Engineering & Metallurgy

'Magnificent' Milo Teufel:

Face Claim / Actor: Bobcat Goldthwait

Full Name: Milo Pluto Teufel. AKA: Magnificent Milo

25 in 1984. Born May 26th 1959 in Brooklyn. Lives in Brooklyn

German, Male, Biromantic, Asexual, Wiccan, Gemini

Speaks English, German, some French and some Spanish

5'6" and 150 lbs, Blue eyes and Brown hair, dyes his hair black

Clean shaven / stubble, hairy, 5 tattoos, scars from misadventure

Misdiagnosed and given Anti-psychotics, possibly Autistic / ADHD / ADD

In the Police Academy

Bachelor's in Architecture

Doctor Amalia 'Ama' Teufel, PhD:

Face Claim / Actress: Geena Davis

Full Name: Amalia Pandora Teufel

Doctor / Miss. AKA: Ama, Lia, Dora

28 in 1984. Born January 21st 1956 in Brooklyn. Lives in The Bronx

German, Female, Straight, Wiccan, Aquarius

Speaks 9 Languages including English, German & Dutch

6'0" and 145 lbs, Brown eyes and hair, no tattoos, ears pierced

Member of C.U.P.S, studying Eschatology, Student Athlete

PhD in Psychology and Biochemistry, member of MENSA

(Using this gif again because this is exactly the vibe of Gil & Ira)

Doctor/Professor Gilbert 'Gil' Teufel, PhD:

Face Claim / Actor: Danny DeVito

Full Name: Gilbert Vulcan Teufel

Professor / Doctor / Mr. AKA: Gil, Bert, Bertie, Doctor Volcano

40 in 1984. Born November 17th 1944 in Brooklyn. Lives in The Bronx

German, Male, Straight, Wiccan, Scorpio, Divorced, Smoker

Speaks 12 languages, can do American Sign Language

4'10" and 143 lbs, Brown eyes and Black hair, clean shaven / stubble, hairy

Teaches Angiology, Bioecology, Criminal Psychology, Dipterology, Foetology & Herbology

Romulus' / Roman's father, Ex-Husband of Tamar Mann

Medusa 'Lin' Teufel:

Face Claim / Actress: Marilu Henner

Full Name: Medusa Linda Teufel. AKA: Lin

32 in 1984. Born April 6th 1952 in Brooklyn. Lives in Manhattan

German, Female, Straight, Wiccan, Aries, Smoker

Speaks English, German, Polish, Spanish & Chinese

5'7" and 130 lbs, Blue eyes, Brown hair dyed Ginger, 7 tattoos, ears pierced

Agriology Student, in C.U.P.S, works as a taxi driver

Older sister of Electra, Younger sister of Norman

Even with her family's connection to death, she won't believe unless she sees proof