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nysocboy · 1 month ago

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Gemstones Episode 2.1 Review: Junior likes dicks, Kelvin likes pecs, and f*k yeah, we got both

Season 2 of The Righteous Gemstones began over two years after the Season 1 finale, and the back stories, personalities, and even the genre has changed. Remember, Danny McBride likes his seasons to be complete stories, with no or few call-backs, so new viewers easily understand what's going on. In fact, it may be fun for us to start afresh, watch as if we have never seen or heard of these people before.

Memphis Soul Stew: Memphis, 1968. Teenage Eli Gemstone, the Maniac Kid (Jake Kelley), is playing a heel, a pro wrestling villain: "from the wrong side of the tracks, a newcomer to the League, all muscle, all attitude." He fights dirty, pretending to reconcile with opponent Kyle Hawk, then throwing him out of the ring.

As he fights, his manager Glendon Marsh (Wayne Duvall) cheers. Glendon's teenage son Junior (Tommy Nelson) watches, sometimes happy but usually disturbed. Is he jealous of the attention Eli is getting? Is he a rebellious teenager during the era of the Generation Gap?.

Nice Cock: In the locker room, Glendon offers Eli "some bonus pay on the South Side," while Junior looks on, smoking a cigarette, still either jealous or angry. As they leave, they pass a naked guy. "That's a nice cock, Ernie," Glendon says. Junior is so busy looking that he trips, and then looks back again. The boy is definitely into cocks and butts.

The Loan Enforcer: Glendon is a loan shark as well as a wrestling manager: the job involves beating up a deadbeat. Eli and Junior both go, squabbling over who's the boss.

"Kill 'em!" we hear. Psych! It's the tv. We meet a slovenly, drunken, foul-mouthed, abusive jackass of a husband. While Junor subdues his wife and baby, Eli punches him a few times and asks for the money, and when he doesn't have it, breaks his thumbs. Junior laughs "derangedly" (according to the subtitles).

Afterwards Glendon drops Eli off, hands him some money, and tells him, "Buy yourself something nice." This is a feminizing statement.

As Eli drives off on his motorcycle, we hear Buck Owens' "Tall Dark Stranger":

They say a tall dark stranger is a demon, and that a devil rides closely by his side.

So if Junior is the demon, Eli must be the devil riding beside him. How long will they ride together?

We're fine with the faggots: In 2022, elderly Eli Gemstone is a megachurch pastor and televangelist. He and the satellite church ministers are discussing the case of Pastor Butterfield (Victor Williams), caught videotaping his wife and another woman having sex in a dance club restroom, while they were all high on Molly ("we thought they were Sweetarts"). The story made the front page of The New York Times, thanks to reporter Thaniel Block (Jason Schwartzman), who has made a career of publicizing ministerial sex scandals. Eli wants to be lenient, but the others object. (Left: random pecs)

A Spanish speaking pastor explains: "My church is ok with the maricones (roughly faggots), but we're not ready for swinging and tropus." Pastor Diane translates: "His church is really cool with the gays and the queers, but not so much about the swingers and the thruples." They fire Pastor Butterfield; he tries to commit suicide.

Why did Pastor Diane translate maricones with two words, gays and queers? Why queers, doubtless with the old pejorative meaning rather than the contemporary reclamation? I get the impression that the pastors are not really ok with maricones, so any gay ministers might want to stay in the closet, especially with the reporter snooping around. Since this is the first scene in the present day, it is doubtless setting up one of the main conflicts of the season. But who is the gay minister Eli, Junior, or someone not yet introduced?

F*ck, yeah: After the morning service, the family drives in a caravan to Jason's Steak House. They get out of their cars in slow motion and walk past the al fresco area, heterosexual couples reveling in their nuclear family conformity, the "job, house, wife, kids" litany of my youth made visible. The background song brags about their heteronormative success:

Turn your head when I walk by -- I got the world at my feet.

All I want out of every day, is to wake up every morning

Sun is shining, smiling, and we've covered every room

Wait -- where's Kelvin?

Suddenly the record scratches off. Two vans pull up with a flexing muscle Christ and the logo "Strength above All Else." Twelve muscle men emerge, wearing identical canvas gis: the God Squad! Closeups of biceps and pecs and abs,bulging, flexing, intruding on the smug primness of the nuclear families. There is no romance here. There is no heterosexual desire. It is raw homoerotic power.

We see their leader from the back of his tiger-splashed leather jacket. Who is this Messiah of Muscle, this Pope of the Phallus, demolishing the iron cage of heteronormativity, leading us to the bright, clear love of men for men?

He turns around for the big reveal.

Kelvin! The prissy little femme boy from church earlier? I thought it would be Junior.

He has changed his jacket: more shiny buttons, a gold bracelet. And his pants: a porn-star bulge and a bright gold zipper to help guide us to the Promised Land. Obviously gay, but hardly closeted. His life, career, and religion all center on masculine beauty.

A man we haven't met before stands beside him, identified as Keefe. His relationship to Kelvin is unclear. Assistant or boyfriend? Acolyte or lover?

Kelvin gives his God Squad some micromanaging instructions about "eating light," and starts to walk toward the steakhouse. Keefe stops him. "Excuse me, sir. Will you be dining with the men and I?" Sir? Assistant.

Kelvin says no, he'll be dining "above you" with the family.

Keefe: "Shall I join you?" Boyfriend.

Kelvin: No. "Upstairs church lunch is only for family...and Daddy's closest work associates."

This upsets Keefe. He looks like he's about to cry. Apparently they have enjoyed intimacy before, so he thinks he should be treated as a boyfriend. Never hook up with your boss, Dude: it only leads to trouble.

Kelvin: "Do not take this personal. No matter how many disciples we gather, you're still my Number One." So Kelvin is Jesus, and Keefe is the Beloved Disciple. Assistant

Keefe still looks upset, so Kelvin says "Let me tickle them titty meats" and reaches out to squeeze his nipple through his shirt. Hey, that's inappropriate with an employee. Boyfriend..

Then he swishes off with a jaunty over-the-shoulder smile, pushing up the gay stereotypic behavior Boyfriend.

Now we see Kelvin's central conflict: he is closeted after all. He imagines that being gay is incompatible with the cozy families sitting upstairs in Jason's Steakhouse, so if he wants a career and a family, he must deny Keefe like Peter denied Christ: "Him? Oh, he's my...um...assistant." During this season, Keefe will be pushing for a place at the table, recognition as a romantic partner. Will Kelvin find a way to admit him?

The full review, with nude photos is on RG Beefcake and Boyfriends

#the righteous gemstones #kelvin gemstone #keefe chambers #kelvin x keefe #tony cavalero #adam devine #Junior Marsh #Eli Gemstone

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lokilickedme · 2 years ago

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Please sort your OC's based on the following metric- what is their preferred holiday pie if they had to pick from only these: apple, pumpkin, or pecan?

I feel like King would be an apple man all the way. The cinnamon, the butter, the crust of sugar on top...he didn't gain twenty pounds in the first ten years of marriage to Molly, winner of the pie competition at the County Claighe Spring Faire every year for eight years running, for nothing.

Chem!Tom is apple too. Fun fact: he's allergic to apples. But Anja doesn't know that, and he's never told her, because the first Thanksgiving dessert she ever baked for him was an apple pie and like the good man he is, he ate every crumb and then claimed the hives all over his face were heat rash from the AC in his car being out.

Baltho: apple. Keene: pumpkin. Dunno why, just seems right. They don't know (or care) much about holidays but they do like to eat.

Pop Heyworth: pecan, specifically the ones Ewan makes at the pub.

Dougan Flannery: apple. Darcy Kendall: apple as well. Bard Ramsay: pecan, because he's gotta be arbitrary and ask for something different than the others just to make it difficult on the cook.

Thomas Dowd: apple

Everyone at the Weemeetwa PD: whatever the library ladies made this year

Jake: pumpkin, no idea why. I think his sister always brings him one every time she comes over and he's just developed a taste for it.

Pete: whatcha got?

Tommy Stark: pecan, because Chloe made him one for their first Thanksgiving together and he decided before he ever even tasted it that it would be his favorite from then on.

Bragneire: partial to pumpkin because it's exotic where he's from and a traveling delegate trying not to get beheaded offered him some as tribute once...he's been obsessed with it ever since and keeps trying to bully Loki's wife into making it for him, since Loki grows pumpkins in his garden. It's been a no so far.

Aleks Lokisson: apple, and he's the one that bakes it because Cara's the breadwinner, he's the housespouse.

Agent 5: pecan. Is so predictable about ordering it everywhere he goes, opposing Agencies have used it as a way of tracking him.

It's 4 in the morning and my brain is fried, if I've forgotten any that you might have been looking for let me know :)

@meri47

#OCs #my guys #pie preferences

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dreamsmp-au-ideas · 4 years ago

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Fun fact: If there ever was a chance where Dream does manage to go through the Nether Portal in the GiH au, he would get immediately decimated.

His strengths lie in manipulation, not fighting, as ironic as that is. He relies on others fighting each other and then swoops in and takes everything both parties have.

Straight battles though is a different story.

So if he ever goes and even just steps foot through the nether portal, three things will happen.

The first is that Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo would freeze up and Purpled would go and stand in front of them protectively.

The second is that one of the responsible adults punch him in the face. This can range from Eret, Bad, Molly, Remus, or Sirius.

The third thing is that Sam, Puffy, Jack, Sapnap, Quackity, and Karl would come through, chasing Dream down, only to find him face down on the floor.

Reunions happen and a telletubbie is beaten up.

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lillian-nator · 4 years ago

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Ranch AU

Or, as we all call it, The Cowboy AU

Essentially, this was something that I created, and it’s gonna be purely fluffy, with a small bit of angst here and there. Any of the angst will be hurt/comfort. It’s meant to make us all feel better after those fucking harsh lore streams. I started it, based off of some shit in the Dad!Schlatt AU, and after that I honestly didn’t write most of it. It had really been a project in the discord, because we were all sad and shit, so if you have some fluff to offer, please do! I am happy to make almost anything canon - and we could always use more ideas. :)

I hope you enjoy some mindless farm boi fluff!

BASIC INFO:

It's SBI's Ranch (Phil is Dadza, Tommy, Techno, and Wilbur are his sons)

Phil, sells to the local stores, and manages the crops. He doesn't do too much labor anymore. He hired his boys for that.

Dream, SapNap, Purpled, Tubbo, Callahan, and Punz are all hired farm hands

George, Niki, Ranboo, and Fundy work at the shop where they sell their products; Niki makes all of the dairy products, Fundy and Ranboo stock, label prices, and keeps track of sales, and George works customer service with his Gogy magic.

Wilbur works with the sheep, the goats, and he trains the dogs (Collies - they herd sheep), he also works with the crops a lot

Schlatt isn't hired but he might as well be. He can be found wherever Wilbur is, and is probably drinking a beer he stole from Phil. He doesn't get paid, but he eats all of their food.

Tommy works with the cows, the pigs, the chickens, the horses (sometimes), his goose, and the dogs / cats that they own

Tubbo works with Tommy. Essentially. But he also works on the crops, and the bee farm that they have set up.

Techno works with the horses, and is currently training to be a veterinarian.

Dream works on horses with Techno - they race the horses competitively - but otherwise, is where ever he is needed (usually crops)

Purpled works with Tommy and Tubbo. He mostly works with Tubbo on crops and his bee farm.

Punz and SapNap haul things. As your resident Chads, they are in-charge of moving heavy things and doing manual labor.

Callahan is their repair man. He fixes tractors, and machines on a daily basis.

SOME HEADCANNONS:

HENRY, a saga:

that henry has a matching bandana to the one Tommy has so that everyone knows thats henry. Tommy doesn't like it when people touch henry so henry gets a bandana - Shark -

when Phil first started raising Tommy, he would've never guessed that he would turn out the way he did.

He was loud, and brash, and hit his brothers, and made fun of the neighbor's kids, but then Tubbo became Tommy's best friend, and then Phil introduced Tommy to the cows.

The cows are Tommy's everything.

When a Bred Heifer is due, he sits with them everyday past their due date - he sat with Betty for 5 days when she wouldn't birth a calf. He was so fucking worried.

When one of his cows are sick, he sleeps in the barn until they get better. His last days with Harvey fucked him up.

Tubbo, Tommy, Purpled, and Ranboo spend long nights at the farm, and Tommy always leans against Henry as he stares up at the stars.

Henry who his best girl (all cows are girls and Tommy doesn't give a shit about gendered names). Henry who wears a matching bandana. Henry who is fluffy, and warm, and Tommy's everything. -

Sometimes when Tommy had a bad day, whether it’s stress, or school, or just whatever, Tommy sleeps in the Henry’s stall with her. Phil has so many pictures of Tommy curled up with Henry. From when she was first born to now. - Eye

Tommy hates winter because that’s the one time of year Phil won’t let him sleep in the barn. Even with the layers and heat lamps it’s too unsafe. Tommy always gets up extra early in the winter. Both because he has to check and break ice in the water troughs but also because he misses his girl - Eye -

Henry's mother, Betty, was the first Cow Tommy had helped during birth. He sat with her for 5 days when she hadn't gone into labor past her due date. It took 9 hours for Henry to be born, and Tommy was there through the entire thing -

Well, almost the entire thing. He was at school for the first hour of labor, and was so pissed at Phil when Phil knew and didn't immediately come get Tommy from School.

It always felt like Tommy and Henry had a special bond because Tommy literally raised Henry from birth. -

They didn't think Henry was gonna make it when she was first born, but Tommy was fucking determined, and bottle fed that cow every single day and night. When she was slowly weened off milk, Tommy got unironically sad that he didn't have to bottle feed her anymore.

He still visited her every morning, and milked her mother at dawn, right after he got eggs from his hens. -

Henry waits for Tommy at the end of their long ass drive way when he gets home from school. She knows that when the bus pulls up that her boy is back and so she’s always there waiting lazily for pets and a nice walk together back to the house. Even when it’s cold and someone is waiting for the kids to get home in an ATV or something Tommy always walks back to the house with Henry - Eye

Thinking about how long these fucking country roads are. And how Tommy and Tubbo have the same bus stop even though Tubbo and Tommy's houses are a couple of miles away. Tommy has to walk a mile to get to the beginning of his driveway, and seeing his favorite girl there is like a reward at the end of a journey. Tommy probably keeps a bag of feed in his backpack, which is just a mixture of grain, hay and corn, and gives Henry a handful to thank her for waiting for him.

Clementine, The Goose:

Tommy has a goose, and names it Clementine.

He found her in the woods one day, when she was very young, and he decided he was going to keep Clementine.

Clementine is only ever nice to Schlatt and Tommy. No one knows why.

Clementine follows Tommy around. Very endearing.

Phil doesn’t question it at this point

NEW MILO, the sequel:

OG Milo is a kitten that Wilbur found on the side of the road, in the rain, and he took the kitten in, trying to save him. Wilbur immediately got attached.

Techno pulled an all nighter, half spent trying to save OG Milo and the other half comforting Wilbur. "You couldn't have helped, he was too starved and out in the rain for too long." Phil adds that if Techno can't save something, it can't be saved. - Ethan

Wilbur's next cat was named New Milo in honor - Ethan

Anyway, New Milo has three kittens. Blood God, Boots (given to Fundy), and Bumbles (given to Tubbo). They're called the Bees and they were born Christmas Eve - Ethan

BLOOD GOD, the pussy:

Blood God is Techno's cat. Its just a ferall little molly that loves techno too much. - M -

After Techno helped New Milo have her litter, he wasn't originally gonna keep any of the kittens, but he saw this tiny thing with the orange muzzle and just: stole her.

He is also nicknamed Blood God, for both his skill in hunting and healing

He originally named her Piglet because the orange spot looked like a pig snout [the main reason he chose her and not her stronger littermates] but called her Blood God teasingly when he first adopted her

Wilbur didn't realize he meant it as a nickname and told everyone her name was Blood God

Techno still calls her Piglet, but everyone else calls her Blood God because that's the name on her collar.

Most of their cats aren't collared, but Phil made her a custom collar because he was worried she'd get lost hunting with Techno and Dream - Ethan -

Blood God is such a batshit cat. She's a runt, really, oddly small compared to her siblings, and she's their best mouser

She's the cat that everyone leaves scraps for, but never tries to pet out of fear

Often she'll climb up people's legs and sit on their shoulders, and it's the only time you can pet her.

She is very, very affectionate with Techno and he loves her very much. He has her very well trained, and she comes with him and Dream when they go hunting sometimes alongside a terrier.

She's a little itty bitty calico molly and she has an orange patch right over her muzzle - Ethan

TOMMY'S HENS, the chicks:

He gets real defensive of his hens. They lay eggs for him. They deserve to be treated well. -

Tommy does in fact have an egg incubator; Sometimes it's just better. Tommy prefers letting his hens care for their own eggs, but he does still use the incubator - Ethan -

Some chickens enjoy being thrown so they can flap and shit. A few days after passing ownership of the hens to Tommy, Phil is going down to the crops and just sees Tommy chucking his hens and watching them rush back to be thrown again

he feels a hint of "what the hell" but he notes the gentleness tommy does it with and how the chickens seem to be enjoying it and he shrugs and keeps walking - Ethan -

Once Wilbur was helping Tommy with the chickens and he dropped an egg

Unfertilized, of course, but Tommy looked like you'd just punted a toddler

Three years later, Wilbur isn't allowed to touch the eggs anymore

Tommy's paranoid he'll hurt a live one

"Get out." "What - Tommy it was an accident, it was just one egg." "If you aren't gonna treat Phoebe's eggs with care; You can get the fuck out." "Tommy -" "Out." -

the quality chicken eggs depends usually on how the chicken feels. While under his care, the eggs the chickens produced were really good.

Under Tommy's care? Phil's eggs tasted like horseshit in comparison - Ethan -

They have their like, main barn and to the side of it is a little pond. The chicken coops are a little beside it, with the singular duck coop (he only has four ducks) closest. He calls the area the Business Bay

AGES:

Tommy - 16 Tubbo - 16 Purpled - 17 Ranboo - 17

Techno - 19 Wilbur - 21 Schlatt - 19 Phil - idk like 45 or some dad shit

Fundy - 18 Niki - 19

SapNap - 18 Dream - 19 George - 20 Punz - 19 Callahan - 20

RANDOM HC’S:

Tubbo, Niki, Ranboo, and Fundy are siblings. -

Whenever they eat meat they talk about who they're eating.

They tell stories about their day and such but they always start dinner, when its meat, saying "rip lmao" and telling stories about them

...they don’t do it when they eat beef

Everyone sitting down with their plates of ham Wilbur: so who was it? Phil: Fern Tommy, already eating: rest in peace fern Techno: he shat on my boots once -

Each of the boys get a few animals that aren't allowed to be butchered.

Wilbur has Friend, Enemy, and Skit the Bull. (Wilbur wanted to name a Bull "Shit", but Phil said no because Tommy was 11 and already swearing too much for his liking)

Techno has none of the livestock. He only cares about Blood God, and his horses.

Tommy has a pig [currently unnamed], his Hens (6 or 7 of them, that lay eggs), and his dairy cows -

Phil is ALWAYS chewing on straw. -

Tommy, Techno, and Wilbur all call Phil "Pops" or "Pop". They all used to call him "Papa" though. It's like a coming of age thing for the three of them, when they stop calling him "Papa" and start calling him "Pop".

Phil may or may not have cried when Tommy started calling him "Pop" at the age of 12.

ALTHOUGH, all 3 boys know that if you want anything, you call Phil "Papa". Phil can't resist it. -

Techno and Tommy with starry eyes: pops Phil: no Wilbur: Papa Phil, with slightly less confidence: n-no - Ethan -

Tommy holding a baby calf in his hands that he walls to bring inside for the night because hes in love with her: papa please!! Phil, practically in tears: fine. - M

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smile-files · 4 years ago

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melon’s comprehensive kinlist!

including name of character, source, image, short personality description, mbti, and then why i kin them! take your time to read, or don’t. i get it if you don’t want to scroll through an entire page just to psychoanalyze me lmao, have a good time

1. wirt (over the garden wall)

an angsty, socially awkward dweebus who nerds out over interior design and plays the clarinet. fears death. infp.

my first kin! for a month after rewatching otgw i desperately wanted to be him. to be like him. anything!! it eventually wore away but i still feel that urge sometimes - the urge to write r/im14andthisisdeep poetry and to distance one’s self from their siblings... and heck - his tape for sara is indeed just as awkward as he is but let me assure you that his poetry and clarinet are actually pretty cool. 9/10 i need to see him more. give me more otgw comics. ok thanks.

2. snufkin (moomins)

a philosophical vagabond of vague age. acts stoic all the time but can and will leave every social situation whether or not it’s humanly possible. infp.

after watching some 90s moomin (and later on moominvalley) i realized how much i liked him and how much i was like him; i soon daydreamed of myself, as snufkin, venting to someone. it made me very happy. i vibe with his general demeanor and ideals (minus his gripes about rules, i follow those by the book) and i love psychoanalyzing him. so fun. so fun.

3. arnold perlstein (the magic school bus)

overly-anxious jewish kid and certified expert on rocks and panicking. owns a pair of fire-proof pyjamas in a lovely shade of green. isfj.

you all saw this one coming. my early childhood lives in my mind rent free and such i can’t help but revisit arn and his character. i’ve always loved him (even in, and quite possibly especially in, the reboot) and i’ve always loved psychoanalyzing every single little thing he does (remember that one time he said he was traumatized? me too). i soon realized a lot of it was me projecting! so sue me. actually, sue miss frizzle. either one of them. i mean, if arnold really didn’t like the field trips he could’ve just filed a restraining order! ...just saying.

4. fluttershy (my little pony)

anxious pastel butterfly baby child. probably loves animals more than she loves herself. cries upon impact. isfj.

the pony i’d mentally point to and think “me”. i had like 10 fluttershy-related things growing up, like plushies or funko pops or that sdcc guardians of harmony thing. while not shy in the same manner, it was nice having a character i could relate to about so much! i cosplayed as her equestria girls form for my first comic con as well, so that’s pretty cool. in addition, me being a little lepidopterist means i was bound to love her. it was destiny~

5. lammy lamb (um jammer lammy)

socially anxious and generally anxious rock star who thinks literally everything is a guitar. has an emotional support girlfriend. infp.

man!! she embodies the feeling when you have to go to the eye doctor by yourself to get your glasses fixed or when you have to call someone over the phone... that sheer tension. the panic. the feeling of ‘i want to throw my entire being into the trash can’. but lammy has a bunch of friends to support her, so she’s cool. died by slipping on a banana peel! same, sister. and man would i like to shred on my ukulele now...

6. loser (bfb)

humble (screw bfb 21), supportive, well-loved cube dude who’s voice is like that of an angel. has an entire fanclub in his honor. enfj.

okay, no, i was never a cool kid or ‘popular’, really, but in school i was never bullied for whatever reason and was generally well-liked; i hung out with a squad of weirdos and yet the cool kids would often talk to me? and try to engage me?? despite my very apparent self-deprecation and awkwardness??? either way i feel like it’s such a blessing to me, that i have so many friends! i often feel like i don’t deserve it, but hey. it’s nice! and heck, back when i was on scratch i had a little fanclub myself :0

7. fan (inanimate insanity)

nerdy, friendly aspie boyo who subliminally vents via blogging. longs for stability in his life; was best friends with an egg. entp.

ever since i noted his aspergers-like behavior i became super attached to him - whether or not it was intentional, i found it nice having a character i can relate those feelings with. he’s really sweet and dorky and i love how he gets along with test tube, paintbrush, and lightbulb! it makes me really happy to see him whenever i do. it made me really sad when he was eliminated. what the heck. yeah i dunno i don’t kin him super strongly but i love him to bits.

8. spinel (steven universe the movie)

emotionally unstable clown girl who stood in a garden for thousands of years. patience of a saint. edge like an 11-year-old me. esfp.

uhh um uh totally wasn’t completely disturbed by how much i related to spinel after watching steven universe the movie... totally wasn’t reminded about how and why i hated middle school... totally didn’t rethink my life that day... that’s it. this is all i’m saying.

9. molly blyndeff (epithet erased)

innocent child who has a terrible father and a wonderful demeanor. teddy bear who needs a hug and a criminal as her new dad. infp.

epithet erased is adorable okay?? i knew molly was infp in the first few minutes... more precisely, i knew she was me. man!! i don’t relate directly to her angst but i still feel it. i can replicate her voice so accurately it’s scary. also, i coined a new thing - ‘molly cake’! you have a chocolate cake, preferably with chocolate chips inside. use chocolate frosting and add little pastel star sprinkles! on top! my mom would make this cake for us anyway but then i realized it was literally just molly in cake form. and it’s just as sweet!

10. tommy coolatta (hlvrai)

a 30-something-year-old child who rocks a propeller hat. chose his last name off of a dunkin donuts menu despite the fact that he has a father. infp.

everyone loves tommy. he’s so sweet? and funny and loveable?? often times when i say something funny but bizarre, i just remember that tommy has said ‘soda helps you see faster’ and it makes me happy. if i’m going to be a weirdo i want to be the wholesome weirdo who loves soda and has a .png for a dog! also i legally have to kin tommy. i took a test for it (and i’m not complaining! i find it quite flattering).

11. twyla (monster high)

the daughter of the boogeyman; would very much like to boogey out of here, if you know what i mean. avoids people like the plague. infj.

seeing her role in the show and in the movies, i really love twyla? first of all, her voice is my new favorite thing. it’s like... gravelly? and soft? she’s the type of person who would very much like to disappear when in a crowd; thankfully, she literally can. i am drawn to any sarcastic, self-deprecating introvert who takes care of their bonkers extrovert friend (in this case howleen), as i often act as such myself. also the phrase ‘boogey sand’ will never leave my mind now :)

12. lapis lazuli (steven universe)

water gem who wants you to leave. cynical as all heck, sensitive as all hell. is there such thing as a gem therapist? just asking. infp.

in a similar way to twyla, i vibe with lapis’ sarcasm and wit as well as her emotional side. it can be kind of addicting, isolating one’s self. anywho, me and my sister used to do this routine of yelling up to each other this certain dialogue between lapis and peridot when peri was leaving for something (in which lapis replied to everything she said with dry ‘yeah’s); i would always do lapis’ part. i do reply a lot with ‘okay’ or ‘yeah’ or ‘cool’ to things people tell me, as i never really know what to say.

13. brad meltzer (xavier riddle and the secret museum)

shy jewish butterfly kid who absolutely hates time travel. attracted to people who know how to socialize like a normal human being. infp(?).

okay okay so... combine everything from arnold and everything from fluttershy and that’s basically what brad is to me. a jewish socially anxious nerd who loves butterflies and drawing. badabing badaboom, there i am. that’s it.

and boom! all of the kins i can think of, of course not including comfort characters like will byers from stranger things or isabelle from animal crossing. if you have any kins to suggest to me, i would love it! thank you for taking your time to read this, friend! have a fantastic day :)

#melonposting #extreme melonposting #kin #kins #kinlist #i will not tag every character here for the love of god #13. 13 is the number of the kins #good night folks :pensive:

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somedayonbroadway · 5 years ago

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Picture this for angst: Titanic au.

Oh yikes...

Okay so… not gonna lie, I’d never seen Titanic until now.

I mean… obviously I knew how it ended and also knew that Jack could have survived if he’d tried a little harder. But no, it’s fine!

Anyways,

Titanic AU

TW: Major Character Death (obviously. This is the Titanic), suicidal thoughts, mentions of abuse

Characters

Jack Kelly — Jack Dawson

Katherine Plumber — Rose DeWitt Bukater

Racetrack Higgins — Fabrizio

Spot Conlon — Tommy Ryan

Medda Larkin — Molly Brown

Joseph Pulitzer — Ruth DeWitt Bukater

Morris Delancey — Cal Hockley

Crutchie Morris — Lizzy Calvert

William Randolph Hearst — Thomas Andrews

Albert DaSilva — Brock Lovett

So so…

In 1996, a group of treasure hunters are searching under the sea for the Titanic, where it had been said the Heart Of The Ocean might be found. Albert, the leader of the whole fiasco, has been searching for this particular diamond for three years, becoming nearly obsessed with the lost artifact and not truly understanding the history or weight behind The Titanic or why it’s important at all.

On this particular hunt, Albert and his crew manage to find a lost safe in one of the first class rooms of the ship. Believing they’ve hit the jackpot, they head for the surface with the safe and Albert can hardly contain his excitement.

Finally opening the thing up, much to his irritation, all they find is one single drawing. Albert’s right hand man, JoJo, assures him that something similar had happened to someone else and it had ruined his whole career.

But Albert takes the thing down to the lab anyways, getting the thing recovered.

When he can see the thing clearly, he finds a beautiful young woman wearing only a single necklace and nothing else. The picture is really detailed and good and it is signed “JK” and dated April 14, 1912, the day the Titanic went down.

The story of the findings is aired live on television.

One woman in particular sees the drawing on the news. She’s with her great grandson at the time. Despite his bum leg, he takes care of her. She asks him to turn the television up, so he does. She drops the tea that she’d been drinking. The cup shatters on the floor and she makes a mess but she stands up from her wheelchair anyway.

Because she recognizes that drawing.

With a newfound strength in her heart, the old woman calls Albert DaSilva.

On his boat, Albert nearly dismisses the call until JoJo convinces him that he should really pick up, telling him that the woman’s name is Katherine Kelly-Dawson. Finally doing it, Katherine asks Albert if he’s found The Heart of The Ocean. After a few quick questions, Katherine reveals that she is the woman in the drawing.

He invites Katherine to come aboard and sends a helicopter out for her the next day. His crew tries to tell him it may be a hoax, just some old woman wanting attention. They reveal that Katherine is 100, almost 101 years old, married a Spencer Dawson, had three kids and was working as an actress in her twenties. Regardless, Katherine and Crutchie board the ship and they find that Katherine travels with a suitcase full of pictures.

When she’s settled in a room on the boat, Albert confronts her and asks if he can get her anything and she replies she would just like to see her drawing. So Albert takes her to it. The moment she sees it, her eyes water.

She can still see those green eyes that looked at her like no one else ever had.

Albert describes the history of The Heart of The Ocean, to which she responds it was a heavy, dreadful thing that she’d only worn one time.

Crutchie asks Katherine if she’s sure. And she says she is, referring to herself as a “doll”. Crutchie’s never heard her talk like that before.

After explaining that, if what Katherine was saying was true, she would’ve been wearing the necklace the day the ship sunk, Albert asks what they can offer for the information of what happened to the necklace. She doesn’t ask for any money. She instead, only asks for the picture. Albert agrees and shows her some things they found in her stateroom on the Titanic.

There are very few things, but that doesn’t make the emotion of it any less controlling. A few tears fall and she trembles a bit, but JoJo asks her if she’s ready to go back to the Titanic.

They show her an animation of the titanic hitting the iceberg and beginning to sink. Katherine starts to get really tense and emotional, so Crutchie offers to take her back to her room. She refuses.

JoJo gives all the scientific analysis and Katherine realizes that they may know exactly what happened, but they seem to have forgotten that the sinking of The Titanic was completely devastating.

So she begins to tell a story.

She states that The Titanic was called the ship of dreams. And it was just that.

Young Katherine Pulitzer arrived to board the Titanic reluctantly, with her fiancé, one Morris Delancey, and her father, Joseph Pulitzer. Morris had been trying to impress Katherine for some time, but nothing worked. She never did really like him, but this was an arranged marriage. Morris insisted it could be love, but she was much more reluctant.

After all, she’d only been 17.

But Morris is rich and smart and confident and would make a proper husband and that’s really all that mattered.

Meanwhile, moments away, in a local pub in Southampton, a young boy was in the midst of a game that may well be changing his life in mere moments. He and his best friend, a very Italian Antonio Higgins whom he’d given the name of Racetrack, are playing poker for two tickets aboard the Titanic.

It’s a close call, but Jack plays a very lucky hand and ends up winning. After a brief celebration, they are told by the bartender that the ship is set to depart in merely five minutes.

So they run.

They barely make it aboard before the ship departs, convincing the crew that they’re both American and are in fact brothers. He doesn’t let Race talk at all, as to not give them away. Then they go up to the deck of the ship and wave at the people on the shore, though they have no one to bid farewell. Then they go down to find their room, greeting their roommates who are confused as to who they are. They end up making friends with one of them, who Race calls “Spot” because of a birthmark on his arm.

Katherine is unpacking in her suite, instructing some of the crew to set up some of her paintings around the room. Morris comments that these “mud puddles” were a waste of money, but Katherine insists they’re beautiful. Truth without logic. And she adores them. Katherine is a huge fan of art and has been a collector ever since she’d been a child. Morris assures her that Picasso will never amount to a thing and dismisses the conversation easily.

He’s not a very kind man. Katherine complains about him often, though she knows it’s improper and rude. Her father makes it clear that she must marry this man to save their status as they’ve lost all their money.

Katherine knows this.

That doesn’t mean she’s okay with it.

Jack and Racer are exploring the ship together, much like they would explore a city. It’s gorgeous. They end up at the front of the ship, Jack standing right up on the edge, shouting that he’s the king of the world, to which Race replies they’ll at least be the kings of New York when they arrive in America.

Katherine is stuck inside, having lunch with many important people on the ship, including the ship’s builder, Mr. Hearst and someone Katherine finds amusing and fun to be around, one Miss Medda Larkin. Many around here think her annoying or out of line, but Katherine adores her from the moment she lays eyes on her. It’s mostly because of the color of her skin that folks have issues with her. Medda is the only one that seems to notice how controlling Morris is when it comes to Katherine.

Katherine makes a point to sit beside her until she ultimately leaves the table after her father and fiancé ridicule her for smoking a cigarette.

Finally alone, she explores the ship, ending up on the front deck.

The moment Jack catches sight of her, he knows he wants to meet her. His friends tease him and tell him to let it go. But Jack can’t stop looking at her. Not even when another man comes up from behind her and takes her out of view.

Later that night, Katherine is struggling to keep her cool. She is not content with her life and knows that once she arrives in America, that will be it for her. She’ll have to marry Morris and she goes to dinner and she meets important, rich people. While they’re eating, she presses her fork into her skin, drawing blood.

It’s only then that she realizes what she wants to do.

The moment she can, she runs.

Somehow she ends up at the back of the ship, though she doesn’t manage to get there without drawing attention to herself. Specifically the attention of a teenage artist who happened to be stargazing all alone when she rushed past him in tears, thinking no one else was still up at this hour.

As she swings her legs over the railing of the ship and readies herself to jump, a voice stops her and she gets even more frightened. Jack just talks to her, telling her that hanging off the boat like that’s dangerous as he takes off his coat and socks, explaining that he has to be ready to jump in after her. She tries to tell him the fall will kill him. He tells her that he’s not so much worried about the fall as the freezing cold water. She asks him just how cold.

And they start having a conversation. Jack tells her a story about falling through ice back in Wisconsin after ice skating with his father. He tells her it’s so cold, you can hardly think or breathe.

He promised her even still that if she jumps, he jumps too.

Eventually, she gets scared down and turns back to Jack finding their faces inches from each other.

Just as she’s gonna step back over, she slips.

Jack barely catches her. He promised her he won’t let go and that she needs to grab the railing and pull herself up.

Terrified, she listens, letting Jack pull her back over. She lands beneath him and her dress rips.

What they didn’t know is that when Katherine screamed, people came running.

When security sees Jack hovering over Kath like he was, they naturally assume he was taking advantage of her and he wordlessly let’s them pull him up, knowing his words hold no weight. He lets them out cuffs around his wrists as Morris rushes up to Katherine and helps her up. He then backhands Jack and yells at him for thinking he could touch his fiancé.

And Katherine pushes Morris away, quickly explaining that she had been leaning over the ship too far to see the propellers and had fallen over and Jack caught her just in time.

Morris apologizes to Jack only barely and Jack is released. Morris’s brother, Oscar, tells Morris that surely he must do something to repay Jack so Morris offers Jack twenty bucks. This does not please Katherine. So Morris invites Jack to dinner the next night.

As they’re walking away, Oscar comments that it’s interesting that Katherine fell so suddenly but Jack still had time to remove his coat and socks.

Once they get Katherine back in their room, Morris gives Katherine a very heavy, very expensive necklace to try and cheer her up. It doesn’t work. Morris is just trying to prove his wealth to her. That doesn’t mean she loves him.

The necklace is the heart of the sea. But Katherine doesn’t care.

The next day Katherine finds Jack on the ship, talking with Race who’s trying to woo some girl. They talk and Katherine tries to thank him, but Jack makes it slightly difficult. He’s nice enough but Katherine gets defensive and they bud heads. Jack tells her that if she didn’t like her life, she could change it. She doesn’t have a response. She won’t tell Jack that she doesn’t love Morris. Jack tells her she can leave but she counters him telling him he should leave until eventually she ends up stealing his sketchbook out from beneath his arm, telling him he probably isn’t that good until she sees his drawings that take her breath away.

He tells her that he’s been drawing ever since he could hold a pencil and the pictures he draws are of real life. She asks what was with all the naked women and he’d say he’d been in Paris and a lot of women didn’t mind taking off their clothes for him. He tells her stories about some of them, explaining that the one she called him “infatuated with” was a one legged prostitute.

Katherine comments that he really does see people, to which Jack responds he saw her and knew she wouldn’t have jumped.

Meanwhile Medda was trying to have a nice time with Katherine’s father and other rich folks on the ship who don’t necessarily like her around them. She manages to stick by them anyways as they go for a walk around the ship.

Jack and Katherine continue to talk about their dreams. Katherine always dreamed of being a reporter, chasing a story all on her own. Jack says she wouldn’t last two days as a reporter in New York, living in a crummy apartment with no hot water. She slaps his arms, telling him to stop dismissing her dreams like everyone else. So he does.

Jack promises to take her to Santa Fe and teach her how to ride a horse and then to California where they can ride a rollercoaster. He promises to travel the world with her and show her the seven wonders of the world (can’t wait for eight and nine) and she agrees to all of it, laughing with him, happy for the first time in a long time.

Jack loves hearing her laugh.

Then he takes her hand and they run around the ship. Jack tries to teach Katherine how to spit “like a man”, and she tries.

That it’s, until she hears her father behind her.

She’s pulled away and everyone looks at Jack like he’s got two heads. He’s used to everyone thinking he’s crazy. He’s never minded it.

When Pulitzer takes Katherine away, Medda asks Jack if he knows what the hell he's doing and Jack replies honestly that he has no idea. So Medda would take him and get him a change of clothes.

When she’s done with him, Jack looks like a perfect gentleman.

He goes to dinner, sticking close to Medda who knows how to behave at these sorts of functions whereas he does not.

Jack escorts both Katherine and Medda to dinner (which is honestly freaking adorable).

Throughout the whole dinner, Morris is belittling Jack but Jack ignores him completely, focusing all his energy on trying to make Katherine smile.

Once the dinner’s done, Morris and Pulitzer and the other men at the table excuse themselves, inviting Jack who declines. Morris says it was a good choice as it would be nothing interesting to him anyways. Politics and stuff like that.

Jack has to hold back an eye roll.

He excuses himself, kissing Katherine’s hand and passing her a note to meet him at the clock and make it count.

So she does.

And Jack asks her if she’s ever wondered what a real party looks like.

He takes her to one.

It’s down below. Everyone is drunk. Race has struck up many games of poker and other drinking games and has started everyone off dancing. Jack gets them a drink and is shocked at how well Katherine can hold her liquor. She says it’s nothing.

Jack dances around with a little girl, this sweet little six or seven year old (Smalls) and Katherine asks if she can cut in. Jack promises Smalls that she’s still his best girl and teaches Katherine how to blend in when neither of them know the dance.

Eventually, after mingling a little, Katherine shows men what real pain feels like by going up on point completely barefoot.

They don’t see Oscar catching sight of them all.

Jack walks her back to her part of the ship and Katherine explains to her that everyone in her crowd are so small and Jack tells her she must’ve been mailed to the wrong address.

They see a shooting star. Jack tells Katherine that it’s a soul flying up to heaven.

He tells Katherine to make a wish.

She tells him it’s no use and leaves, though Jack doesn’t want her to.

The next morning, Morris goes off on Katherine, scolding her for behaving at that party as she did. He slaps her and leaves, knocking their breakfast onto the floor. Katherine tries to apologize to the maid and clean up, but the maid assures her it’s alright.

Later, Pulitzer demands Katherine never see Jack again reminding her once again that their money’s gone.

Jack tries to catch Katherine after church, but is sent away, though he tries to explain he was there last night and is a friend of Katherine.

Jack goes back to his friends who tell him to let it go. Race just wants him to remember where they stand in the food chain, but Jack doesn’t care.

He sneaks over to see Katherine anyway, stealing a coat and a hat to fit in and then grabbing Katherine's arm while she’s out for a walk and pulling her into an empty room.

He tells her he can’t leave her alone unless he knows she’ll be alright. So she assures him she will be and that it’s not his job to save her and he agrees, telling her that only she can do that.

She asks Jack to leave her alone and goes to rejoin her group.

Later she gets out of tea with her father by accidentally spilling some on herself and she finds Race who tells her that Jack is up at the front of the ship.

When she gets to him, Jack acts like nothing ever happening to begin with. He tells her to step up on the railing and close her eyes, promising that he’s got her. He wraps his arms around her waist and tells her to leg go and open her eyes, so she does.

She’s flying.

Jack holds her tight and let’s her fly. And he sings to her.

They stay there till the sunsets and then Jack and Katherine walk around the ship, just talking and having fun until Jack asks what’s up with her necklace and she tells him she wants him to draw her like one of his French girls wearing it.

And nothing else.

He just grins.

They run back to Katherine’s room and get to work after she pays him a dime for his work. She lays out on the couch and Jack admires her as he draws her perfectly. Katherine notes that he’s blushing and he just chuckles.

When he’s done, he dates and signs it and she puts the picture and her necklace in her safe with a note for Morris telling him that now he can keep them both locked in his safe and just as she and Jack might move further into their romance, someone unlocks the door. Oscar.

Katherine and Jack are then on the run.

Jack doesn’t let go of Katherine’s hand the whole time.

Eventually, they end up down at the bottom of the ship in someone else’s car and they definitely have sex whole half the ship is up searching for Katherine. They don’t find her. At least, not for a while.

When Jack and Kath eventually make it back to the deck, they catch the attention of the lookouts who realize moments later the whole ship is headed straight towards an iceberg. Katherine promises Jack that she’ll be getting off the ship with him and they can run away together.

When the ship hits, Katherine and Jack were dancing under the stars. Jack has to pull Kath away to avoid getting hit by the ice.

Everyone thinks it’s just a close call.

Eventually, after realizing the damage is worse than they thought, Jack and Katherine go to see Pulitzer and Morris, hand in hand and prepared to come clean, only for Morris to insist that he’d been robbed as Oscar plants The Heart of the Ocean in Jack’s pocket.

Jack screams for Katherine to believe him as they drag him away, calling him a criminal and she can’t speak, not knowing what to do.

They take him down further beneath the ship and Oscar handcuffs him to some of the pipes. Jack knows he can’t get out.

When the ship starts sinking, he starts to panic.

Everyone in first class is told to get their life straps on and climb up to the deck. They do. Women and children are told to get on the lifeboats. Katherine recalls that there aren’t enough boats to get half the passengers off safety. Without thinking anymore, she goes to find Jack.

She runs into Hearst who tells her the ship’s going to sink and then tells her how to get to Jack.

When she finds Jack, Jack is alone, screaming for help because the water is rising and he can’t get out and he just doesn’t want to drown. He hears Katherine calling for him. She finds him and kisses him and tells him how sorry she is.

Then he tells her to get help because he needs the cuffs off. No one is willing to help them, so Katherine grabs an ax and runs back to Jack. After some not so promising test swings they manage to break the cuffs and run, finding their way to Race and Spot whoa really arguing with the man who has the entire lower class on the ship locked behind a gate, not allowing them to get to the surface.

Spot is trying to argue, saying there are women and children down here too but no one’s listening.

Morris goes back for the necklace which he puts in his pocket before trying to find a ship that will let him board. He bribes a crewman for passage on a lifeboat and is about to board the thing when Oscar tells him he found Katherine and she’s with Jack. Morris is torn, but rushes to find Katherine.

Jack and his friends try to find another way out, resorting to grabbing a small bench and ramming it into the locked doors and letting the lower class people out so they’d have a chance.

Jack tries to get Katherine on a boat, only convincing her when Morris finds them and helps Jack lie about having bribed someone on the other side of the ship after giving Katherine his coat. Jack goes along with it, trying to keep Katherine safe. But she jumps back on board after they begin to lower the boat.

He jumps, she jumps.

When Jack rushes down to her they run and Morris realizes he left the necklace in his coat which Katherine now wears. Morris sends Oscar after them with a gun.

Oscar tries to kill them. Eventually, Jack gets the upper hand. But Morris grabs the gun and chases them.

Jack and Katherine are forced to run down where they once again get trapped behind a gate. The man with the key to their release throws it into the water and Jack only manages to find the things and unlock the door just in the nick of time.

Race and Spot are trying to fight for their right to live with nervous security who end up accidentally shooting Spot. He dies in Race’s arms. Race takes his life vest and kisses him on the head as he goes.

Morris finds an abandoned child and uses her to get a seat on a lifeboat, abandoning Katherine and Jack and Oscar all at the same time.

Oscar jumps overboard and dies on impact. Race gets crushed by part of the ship. Hearst resigns himself to dying in the grand entrance of the first class cabins.

But Jack and Katherine keep going. Jack says they have to stay on the ship for as long as possible. So they do. He holds her hand the whole time.

The ship is sideways. They’ve climbed to the top and are on the other side of the railing. Katherine comments that this is where they first met and Jack kisses her deeply before explaining to her what they have to do once the ship goes under. Kick for the surface. Hold her breath and kick for the surface.

Katherine emerges but Jack doesn’t. Not right away. Someone grabs at her, nearly dragging her under until Jack finds her and fights the guy off, helping Katherine swim over to the wreckage and helping her up on a piece of the boat that’s still floating.

(Okay, look guys… they both could have survived that day, alright? But it makes for a much less dramatic ending and even though myth busters proved it could’ve worked, were sticking to the script here)

There’s only room for one of them.

So Jack floats beside her and holds her hand, shivering but talking nonetheless.

Jack tries to tell Katherine that the boats will come back for them, though they both know it’s a lie. Katherine tells Jack that she loves him and he tries to tell her not to say her goodbyes. But he ends up telling her he loves her too.

Jack makes Katherine promise him that she’ll survive. That she’ll grow old. That she’ll make it.

And she does.

He asks her to promise that she’ll never let him go.

And she does.

Hours later, Katherine is delirious. She’s still gripping at Jack’s freezing hand, laying on her back and watching the sky.

A shooting star crosses it.

That’s when she hears someone calling for survivors. She calls for Jack, telling him they’d made it. He doesn’t respond.

No matter how hopeless she was, she had made him a promise. Even though it pained her through and through, she did what she had to, turning to the boy… the man that her heart and soul would forever belong to, and telling him that she’d never let go, as she lets his body fall beneath the surface of the ocean. She sobs as she watches him go.

But she swims over to a dead body nearby, grabbing a whistle and blowing it as loud as she can.

And they come back for her.

In 1996, the entire crew is staring at her in shock, including Crutchie who has never heard this whole story. Katherine explains that she saw Morris one more time but did not make contact and last she heard, he’d taken his own life when the depression hit America.

After that, she’d lost Jack. she began to introduce herself as Katherine Kelly, believing Jack was now her guardian angel, which he was.

She made contact with Medda who grieved with her for a boy they’d never get to see again.

Katherine explains to Albert and his crew that Jack Kelly had no records. So no one knew he existed. He lived only in her memory until Medda had brought her a picture one day.

A sketch of one Jack Kelly, done by a professional.

Then, the old woman reaches into her purse, the one she’d always carried, and she pulls out an old piece of paper, showing her great grandson and Albert the smiling face of her guardian angel, the one that was watching over them at that very moment. She’d tell them that every time she felt an ocean breeze pass her by, she knew it was just Jack laughing.

Jack had saved her in every way a person could be saved.

Katherine went on to live a great life. She’d met her husband, Specs, she’d ridden a rollercoaster, a horse, she’d explored New York and even published a few articles herself. And all of it was because of Jack.

Crutchie takes Katherine back to her room that night.

And Katherine wakes up hours later, walking barefoot to the back of the ship, admiring a shiny blue necklace. The Heart of The Ocean. And then she drops it in, smoking as she watches it leave.

The next night, warm in her bed, Katherine’s heart gives out. Charlie watches a shooting star cross the sky.

Jack is waiting for Katherine when she opens her eyes. He’s waiting for her by the clock. And Katherine meets him right on time, suddenly seventeen again. Forever and eternity.

And she’s with Jack again.

And everything’s okay.

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Run to Paradise {Nikki Sixx} Part 25

25. you can rely on me (i will always let you down)

Summary: Razzle and Lola talk about Lola’s past. Lola gets drugged and not in the fun way. Nikki and Lola have a heart to heart.

Warnings: drugging (ketamine), swearing, homophobic slur (d)

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{masterlist}

Lola's never bothered much with Hanoi Rocks, despite the fact that they'd been opening for Motley this past tour; she liked them well enough, though she was almost certain she could probably snap Razzle in half if she wanted to. She was also half-convinced he'd enjoy it.

But the point is, she doesn't fuck with Hanoi Rocks, or fuck Hanoi Rocks. Much. A little bit. Not enough to be noteworthy; Lola fucks everyone, it's not like one band, or a few members of one band, were anything to write home about.

And maybe she doesn't fuck with them because Vince is the one who spends a the most time with them, and Vince has Sharise now, and Tommy's been sort of clingy since everything happened with Roxie, not that Lola was complaining. She'd never complain; she's exactly where she wants to be, because when she's not wrapped up in Tommy, she's got Nikki with her. Nikki himself is not used to her having another favourite so openly, so honestly, he's not used to feeling like second best. They're all unhealthy, quietly obsessed with each other, and almost toxically insular.

Razzle's learned not to ask, he just enjoys Lola's company when he gets it; she pretends not to play favourites with her boys, but is under no such illusion regarding other bands. Despite this, he thinks she's rather funny, surprisingly hard working, and charming when she wants to be. It's easy to see how she'd endeared herself to all of them.

"How'd you get your start with them?" Razzle asks, smile bright and genuinely curious, sitting on the edge of the stage, watching Lola set up with the rest of the roadies. She's on her stomach, reaching under the drum risers for a lead that's almost out of reach, and pauses, turning to face the Drummer. Expression amused, she rested her chin on the stage and hummed for a moment.

"Forgot people don't know that anymore," she mused.

"Anymore?"

She pauses before turning her head back to the drum risers. Swiftly, she pulls the cord through and connects it to the one in her other hand before shoving back under. Razzle still watches, fascinated a little by her diligence; his first impressions of her had been so off base.

"So before I was 'Motley Crue's sort-of-manager-and-girlfriend'" she stood, making her way over to him, and he tried out some excuse, tried to play it off like that wasn't his immediate reaction to her, to the gossip that had been surrounding her. Instead of being irritated or angry, she smiled; "I had made quite a name for myself in LA - both for reputable reasons and... not so reputable reasons." Sitting beside him, she leaned back on her hands, looking at him. "You know The Skyhooks, right?"

"Of course, love, whadd'ya take me for?" He snorted, and Lola's smile turned a little proud.

"You know Bondage on the Boulevarde?" She asked. Razzle nodded, and Lola just pointed to herself. After a beat, Razzle almost launched himself off the front of the stage he was laughing so hard.

"You're joking, you're bloody well joking!" Amusement sparkled in his eyes, and Lola shook her head, mirroring his smile with one of her own.

"Nope; they make a note of me looking for rope because I refused to be tied up with a microphone cord." She explained, half laughing, and Razzle raised his eyebrows at her. "I was a roadie before I was anything else."

"You roadied for the Skyhooks back in -?" and he tried to calculate, but Lola beat him to it.

"Well actually, I followed them after their gig at the Starwood back in 'seventy-seven, I think? I had actually been working for another band that night," she shifted a little, gaze drifting up as she tried to recall the memory, "I was fully intending to rob them blind - band stuff was expensive and it was easier for me to get that shit, uh, "for cheap" than it was Nikki," she explained, but shrugged, "but I got caught and they were fucked up and they thought I was just another friskey groupie; what was I gonna do, correct them?"

"A roadie and a thief, Miss Gone -"

"Hey!" Lola protests, faux offended, before breaking out into a cheeky smile, "Roadie, thief, and whore; I'm a triple threat, Mister Dingley." She pokes at his chest, before smiling out at the empty audience, sitting on her hands.

"Threat's definitely the word for it," Razzle snickered, giving her bicep a quick squeeze, though there was nothing malicious in his tone. After a moment, he pets the inked on hair of her mermaid tattoo in a fond gesture that he's not sure she'd even noticed. "So you've known them a while? Roadied for them all this time?"

"Only started helping manage them because they wouldn't let Doc fire me."

"Loyal lads, though that almost goes without saying; how long have you all known each other?"

And he's watching her as she thinks, turns the question over in her mind, broken only by Nikki's shout -

"Lo!"

"Niks, how long have we known each other?" She counters with, laying back on the stage, looking over at him. Nikki thinks for a moment.

"How old were you when we met?"

"I don't have to answer that."

"And how old are you now?"

"Rude," Lola plays at being offended, sticking her nose up and pouting, raising her voice an octave to play up the ridiculousness of the situation; "didn't your mother ever teach you to never ask a lady-"

"She didn't, and you're barely a lady, Lo." Nikki snorts, but he's approaching them with a fond familiarity that Razzle doesn't seem him with around anyone else. He's already in costume, in his full platform boots, but his hair and face is untouched; it's probably why he'd been looking for her. There's a bottle of booze in his hand.

As he approaches, Lola seems to relax, grinning and almost giggling.

"Gimme some," she points at the bottle, and Nikki raises his eyebrows at her. Standing over her, he opens the bottle without breaking eye contact, and takes a mouthful. Razzle is frowning with confusion. "Do not spit it into my mouth like I'm a baby bird." Lola tells the bassist flatly, and Nikki raises his eyebrows at her, before he shrugs, opens his mouth, and lets the alcohol spill on Lola despite her protests; she doesn't sit up fast enough, and is covered with it, spluttering and wet and smelling like bourbon.

"Help me with my hair," Nikki tells her flatly after deliberately spitting the last little bit at her, wearing a grin that's all teeth, hearing Razzle's raucous laughter, and seeing Lola clamber to her feet.

"I'm gonna kill you so much, you rotten fucking cockroach bastard!" She hollers, chasing Nikki off the stage, though her hair's soaked up most of the bourbon. Nikki looks smug when he leaves his dressing room for the final sound check later on, and from what Razzle can see, Lola's strung out, laughing and stumbling as she's being pulled by Doc out of Nikki's room.

She may be a wildcard, but there's no-one else who can pull the band in line like she can.

From observations, it seems like; on his own, Tommy is the hardest to reign in, with Nikki being a close second, and when they're together, well The Terror Twins work hard for their nickname, and Doc alone stands no chance in Hell, and sometimes trying to get them to cooperate gets physical. Vince is more docile, but only in comparison, and Mick will do anything Doc or Lola tells him, as long as it gives him the moral high ground, any sense of superiority, or a nap.

Lola's the wild card in this situation; if she's being egged on by Nikki or Tommy, she'd walk barefoot through coals and then kick Doc for fun, if she's being egged on by both Nikki and Tommy, it inevitably ends up devious and sexual. If she's trying to get them to be responsible, well Tommy practically melts under her touch, he's not hard won, and Nikki won't admit it, but he's willing to concede on certain matters of business. Ahem. "Business".

But the point is, in the right mood, Lola says jump, Motley Crue asks how high?

And isn't that a sight to behold.

The only thing Lola loves even half as much as her boys is drugs, which she confined in Razzle while rolling up a hundred dollar bill, a mirror with lines of coke already cut, balancing on her knees. He's got an arm thrown over the back of the sofa, with Vince flirting loudly with a groupie on his other side. The others had left the dingy house party about half an hour in, but Vince had caught Lola's hand, asked her to stay in a soft, almost pleading voice, and she caved almost immediately.

As much as Lola was able to manipulate the band, it went both ways.

"Huh?" Razzle asked, pleasantly drunk and a little high, Lola looks up, eyes wide, pupils dilated.

"Nothing burns the bad shit away like coke," she says, surprisingly serious, and Razzle raises his eyebrows at her, watches her blink, "or acid, molly, I'm not a fan of weed, uh," she pauses, leaning forward, and inhaling two lines of coke in rapid succession. Watching with quiet amusement, when she lift her head, Razzle gently takes the mirror from her grip, and snorts the remaining line.

And she says she's fine. He looks at her smile and he can believe it. But when a woman she doesn't know offers her 'something better' for burning the bad shit away, she takes his hand, a hungry look in her eyes, and Razzle can't even begin to imagine what terrible shit she'd still be able to remember after all her years of partying.

Lola's led to the bathroom, asked to take off her jacket and sit on the edge of the tub, and she's more than willing to comply, watching but not quite comprehending as the woman fills a syringe with something from a little, medical bottle.

"You're not sticking shit in me," the words tumble from her lips, and part of her fights not to laugh, because that might be the first time she's ever said those words to anyone, "I don't inject shit-"

"I promise, I promise," she's slurring her words, swaying a little, which did not inspire confidence, "baby girl, you're gonna love it; burnin' shit away? K has got you covered." She assured, tapping the syringe and squirting out the bubble.

"I don't inject-"

"It's not as scary as it look, just makes you feel like you're floating," the woman smiles, gaze unfocused, her red lipstick smeared, and Lola can feel the coke hitting her while her awareness is trying to sharpen. "What's got you so worried -?"

"Shooting up is a slippery fucking slope," Lola's jaw is set in a tight line, her mind flashing to bleary memory of Nikki and Tommy freaking out, finding Vince on the bathroom floor with a needle in his arm.

"Oh yeah," the girl snorted, stepping into Lola's space, "Ketamine's a slippery slope alright." She rolled her eyes, tone nothing but sarcastic as she reached out with shaking hands to wipe white, powdery residue off her nose. "Listen, if you don't want any, tell me right now, just say 'I don't want any'," her fingers moves from Lola's cheek to gently graze down her arm, pausing to press against the soft skin of her inner arm, near her elbow. Goosebumps began to rise on Lola's arm.

"Why are you just offering me this shit?" Lola asked, voice surprisingly hesitant and raspy.

"Because you walked into my house with Vince fucking Neil," the girl answered with a smile, "that alone made me think you were someone I could actually party with."

Swallowing hard, Lola averted her gaze, taking the needle from the woman.

"Your hands are shaking," Lola tells her, and the woman laughs.

"So are yours?"

"All of me is always shaking; my vibrations match up," Lola mused, looking at her inner arm while the girl hummed in amusement, "all of it?"

"If you're up for it."

Lola hesitates, arm out, pulse beating quickly in her ears. The needle hesitates over her skin before she steels her resolve and breaks her skin. She can feel the cool liquid as it enters her bloodstream, which is disconcerting enough, but when she's finished injecting, she takes out the needle, hands it back, and closes her eyes tightly, the heel of her hand applying pressure to the injection site as she breathes deeply.

"Aw, baby's first shot." The woman coos, and okay, it comes across a little mean, but Lola's kind of into it. It kind of reminds her of Nikki, who would flip his fucking lid if he knew what she was doing. He had been the one to figure out that Vince was injecting coke, and the one who'd reacted strongest to the proof.

"Shut up," Lola growled, looking up to see the woman smirking at her. Lola stands abruptly, steps into the woman's space, and kisses her hard.

And the woman slaps her.

It's not that Lola's never been slapped before, it's just that the past thirty seconds have been somewhat of a rollercoaster, and the last thing she'd expected from the woman who'd pressured her into Ketamine and given her gentle touches, was a look of disgust.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" The woman hisses.

"So you weren't flirting with me -?" Lola asks, but her heart's beating fast enough that the drugs are already flooding her system; having already come into this being pretty drunk and high, she's in no shape to fight. The dose the woman had given her was definitely more than a first time user should have taken.

"I was trying to get you fucked up on K so I could fuck Vince Neil and that English dude without you getting in the way!" The girl spits, and Lola's body doesn't know how to respond. This is a new situation to her, completely foreign.

"He's got a -" Lola's voice is weak, the world is turning blurry at the edges of her vision, "he's got a fiance." Lola tries. "Baby." She adds.

"So? She's not here, is she?" The woman sneers, arms crossed. "Now get the fuck out of my house." And she calls Lola a word that has Lola's blood boiling; she might not be at peak fighting condition, but she still doesn't pull her punches. The woman's face hits the mirror, which shatters, and Lola quick to stumble from the room.

"We gotta, we gotta go," Lola trips over the corner of the sofa, falling into Razzle, "please, Raz, we gotta, Vince, please -"

"Lo, are you okay?" Vince asks, and Lola's shaking, feels sick to her stomach. She scrambles from Razzle's lap into Vince's, taking his face in her hands.

"Vinny please, Lover Boy, please, anywhere but here, anywhere but here."

"What are you on, baby?" Vince asks, gentle, much more gentle than Razzle had expected.

"Shot up some K, and then- fuck- knocked out the host -"

"You knocked out the host?" Vince laughed quietly, though he was helping Lola to her feet already. After a beat, however, his expression turned concerned, "you- you're joking, right Lo? You didn't - fuck, you know how the band got when they -"

"When they found you shooting up coke, I know," Lola was panicking, genuinely panicking, which Vince was pretty sure he'd never seen before, "Nikki's gonna be so fucking disappointed in me, fuck." And in that moment, it all made sense.

Vince and Razzle accompany Lola back to the hotel they'd been staying at, before the two of them headed back out to find Nikki and Tommy; the night was still young after all.

When Nikki comes back, Lola's showered and is tucked up in bed, shivering and looking rather sickly, a glass of water on her bedside table. It's a surprisingly sweet sight, and her eyes shine in the light of the hall, letting him know she's still awake. Nikki's humming something, but doesn't say anything; Vince hadn't outed her completely, just said she'd had a bad trip. When he crawls into bed after stripping off his leathers, smelling like booze and sweat, Lola buries little further into the duvet.

"I don't think I'm gonna fuck groupies anymore." She says, barely loud enough for him to hear, but he does anyway, and grins up at the ceiling, his eyes closed.

"All mine," he says easily, though if he was any more sober, Lola's pretty sure he wouldn't have dared to say it out loud.

"And Tommy's." Lola corrects, and if Nikki were any more sober, she wouldn't have said it either.

"And Tommy's." Nikki nods, sagely, though he doesn't even sound a little jealous. The silence that hangs in the air is almost stifling Lola, nervous energy pooling in her stomach, tears welling in her eyes. She feels like she's going to be sick. Again.

"Nikki, I fucked up."

"'d you fuck Razz?" Nikki asks with a half laugh, and Lola cleared her throat. "You know that's not - I don't care who you fuck, Lols, I'm over that -"

"I shot up ketamine and then knocked out the girl who gave it to me 'cos she called me a bulldyke." Lola blurted, choking on her fears in the silence.

"What was it like?" Nikki asked, finally. Lola swallowed hard. "K, what was it like?"

"I was already fucked up, it just made me all slow and sick and blurry."

"You alright now?"

"No."

He's never seen her scared of being high before.

"It's like you always fuckin' said, alright, injecting shit is a slippery slope." There's a tremble in Lola's voice, and Nikki moves on instinct, shuffling over, throwing the blankets off of them and wrapping her up in his arms. Lola hugs him back, shivering and sniffling. "I'm sorry."

"Fuck, man, don't apologise to me," Nikki huffs, rubbing her back, his lips pressing a kiss to the top of her forehead. "You're an adult, you don't need to apologise to anyone."

"I just feel so fucking stupid, I'd do just about anything for a decent lay, God, I really just think with my cunt, don't I?" Lola grumbled, burying her face against Nikki's chest. Nikki just holds her a little tighter. "Niks, she drugged me, gave me a huge dose so she could sleep with Vince and I wouldn't get in the way." Lola admits, voice barely a whisper. "She used me."

"She could have killed you." Nikki's voice is suddenly rough, angry.

"I got them out of there, got Vince and Razz out before it hit too hard, but-"

"Lo, she could have killed you, you should have gone to fucking hospital."

Lola is silent at that, heart in her throat and tears in her eyes. Nikki's fingers map the familiar geography of her back, of the scarring there that never seems to get any better, despite all the years he's known her.

"I love you."

"I know, Nikki, I lo-"

"Lo, I can't let you fucking die without having you hear this; I don't care if you're in love with Tommy or whatever, if there's anyone I'm be happy to share you with, it's T-Bone, but I need you to know I've loved you since I met you, alright? Since you were sixteen and you trusted me enough to go out on the town with me, fuck, I can't believe you trusted me - I can't believe you still trust me," he paused, "but I'm so fucking glad you do. After all the shit we've been through, the fact that you still love me in any capacity, that's a damn miracle, you know?"

Lola's crying now, quietly, where she's curled up against Nikki, still feeling nauseous and blurry and shakey, and everything that's happened in the past seven years manages to blow through her mind, overwhelming her in an instant.

"I ran away to LA with you, fucking hell, Nikki, of course I love you, of course I trust you, how can you not see that you've been my entire fucking world for years?" She asks, and she can't look up, can't look him in the eyes, her hands flat on his back, her nails digging into his skin ever so slightly. "I'd follow you to Hell."

Nikki's gentle when he brings Lola's face up to look at him, and there's tear track on her cheeks, while her eyes are red and a little glassy.

"The world still a little blurry?" He asks with a half smile, and a Lola swallows hard.

"The only thing that's making sense is you." And it's cheesy, but it makes Nikki's heart beat just a little faster. He kisses Lola hard, pulling her flush against him, his hands in her hair and on her hip.

They don't fuck, Lola's still fragile from almost overdosing, but Nikki doesn't let her go. They fall asleep like that, wrapped up in one another, coming down from their respective highs, and when Nikki wakes with Lola in his arms, and realises that it hadn't been a dream, something in his chest eases.

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Arc1, book 1: Chapter 12

They had left camp as soon they could. Well as soon as Bluestar wanted to make sure everything was on the up and up before she left. Icepaw knew why Bluestar was in such a frenzy, it was to protect the clan from Shadowclan and Riverclan if they were bold enough. Things had gone bad to worse in those short days. The attacks had stopped but it went bad when Shadowclan seemed to steal prey from them and even drive it from their territory. Bluestar had said "Prey can wait, as long as cats aren't injured".

He remembered his little chat with her yesterday:

-Flashback-

Icepaw padded into Bluestar's den, head low. He had just finished eating a vole and left Ravenpaw when they had fallen asleep in their shared nest.

"Bluestar, I'm here" he mewed

"Come" she replied

Icepaw padded over til he sat infront of her nest. Bluestar's fur looked a little messy, her back was to him and when she glanced at him, her eyes were clouded with an emotion Icepaw couldn't place "How are you Icepaw?"

"I'm doing well all things considered"

"How are you getting on with the other apprentinces?"

"Chestnutpaw and Dustpaw are pieces of dung. Palepaw's joined them and Graypaw's scared of me on some level. Ravenpaw and Cherrypaw are I'm really fine with since Nettlemist, Gingerblaze, and Embereyes became warriors and don't start with me on Sandpaw"

"How's Training? I hope Tiger-roar isn't giving you a bad time"

Icepaw shook his head "He's actually fun to be around when you get past his rough side. Swanlight's fun too and Riverclan amazing no offense to Thunderclan"

Bluestar hummed "That's good to hear, he's doing better than when he had Darkstripe"

"I'm surprised a cat like Darkstripe was mentored by Tiger-roar"

Bluestar let out a small chuckle. She calmed herself before her next question.

"Have you ever killed Icepaw?"

Icepaw wasn't really uncomfortable as he should have been though he wasn't about tell Bluestar about how he killed a house cat, well not dead really from the information he got out of Tommy that the kittypet survived. A part of his mind told him to go and finish the job and another part of him told him to beg for the cat's forgiveness.

"No" he mewed "What does it feel like?"

"Depends on how you do it, who it was and if it was an accident or on purpose" the leader replied, her voice held nothing

Icepaw snorted "I bet Blackclaw had fun causing Sweetheart's death, but Sunningrocks was a dangerous spot to attack in the first place, learned that from Thrushpelt's death"

Bluestar's claws unsheathed onto the stone "It always is and always will be. We just go with it because it's been going on for so long. Me and Stormstar shrug it off at this point"

"Do you miss Thrushpelt?"

Bluestar perked her eyes "Of course I do, he was a good cat and didn't deserve that death, a father and mate"

"To you or Featherwhisker. I saw how close you too were"

Bluestar was silent for a while "Both"

Icepaw could tell the former deputy's death was still a sore wound "Have you killed Bluestar?"

Bluestar's ears twitched and turned to face him, her eyes gleaming "I have"

Icepaw's perked up, he was interested "How'd you do it? How many?"

"Three though only two actually deserved it, one was growing sickly, greencough, he would have died anyway, I just sped up the ending result and the other one...well I know it was a long time coming"

"Did it feel good killing that cat?" he figured Bluestar wouldn't tell him all of them

Bluestar stared off at the den wall" From what he's done to me, yes yes it was very good watching him take his last breath in pure agony"

"What did you use? For the sickly one I mean"

"Deadly Nightshade" Bluestar laughed without humor "I was training to be a medicine cat in my youth, I know my herbs and my poisons well"

Icepaw cocked his "But they say: The warrior code says not to kill unless absolutely necessary"

Bluestar chuckled "Yes it does say that, but as you already see cats still die for no good reason" she rested her river-colored gaze back on Icepaw "Cats will preach the code at one point but break it at another, everyone's a hypocrite it's a fact of life that I accepted long ago and you should as well"

Icepaw chuckled as well "Knew that since I was a kitten"

Bluestar smiled "You remind me of myself when I was your age, though you didn't lose your mother so young"

"She's practically dead to me" Icepaw said bluntly "She couldn't care less what happened to me or my littermates, she isn't like you, or Willowpelt, Frostbite or Goldenflower, she's like Robinwing if anything"

Bluestar sighed "She's a piece of mouse-dung isn't she"

"That's an understatement and you know it" Icepaw replied "Honestly I should get Nutmeg and have her and Robinwing met"

Bluestar stiffened "Wait...who did you just say?"

"Nutmeg" he repeated "She's my dam, or birth giver doesn't matter but she doesn't deserve the title of mother in my eyes"

Bluestar's eyes held fury and resentment but she seemed to push it away "Get some rest Icepaw, we have a long journey tomorrow and I want you to have you wits with you. I hope this talk stays between us"

Icepaw nodded and began padding but stopped for a moment "Bluestar, if I may ask what was the cat's name that you poisoned?"

Bluestar rolled onto her back as she spoke "Stormtail, his damned name was Stormtail"

-Flashback ends-

Bluestar was leading them with Leopardstorm at her side, Ravenpaw and Graypaw in the middle leaving Icepaw and Tiger-roar in the back. Icepaw remembered his training session with Tiger-roar before they left:

-Flashback-

Icepaw was being lead by Darkstripe to four-trees, a place far from camp.

Darkstripe pushed a thorn branch out of his way and made sure it him in the face. Icepaw hissed in pain and snarled at Darkstripe "What in Starclan's name was that for?"

"Clanborn cats are ready for anything, I hope my old mentor hasn't been going easy on you kittypet" Darkstripe sneered

Icepaw had thanked Starclan the branch hadn't hit his eye.

They stopped at a clearing, Tiger-roar and Nightshade were waiting he also noticed Swiftkit and Lynxkit were there as well Icepaw was shoved into the clearing by Darkstripe.

"Get up Icepaw" Nightshade mewed

Icepaw was on his paws in an instant "What is going on?"

"Training" Tiger-roar mewed "We'll be helping my kits for when they become apprentices" The splint colored tabby flexed his claws "I've trained you in my less harsh knowledge but I'm going to show you the rougher side of training"

"There's more?" Icepaw asked, slightly confused Bluestar took him out a few times for some private training, he figured what Bluestar taught was more advanced and expected that because she was leader of the clan. Bluestar was a fierce battler and knew he would lose a fight against her, if that was her going easy on him then he sure did not want to face her at full strength.

"Of course there is let's hope his kittypet brain can remember that" Darkstripe growled, he scratched his ear with his right paw

Icepaw had enough of the black tabby and did what any cat with pride would do, he attacked him. He sunk his claws into Darkstripe's shoulder's as the tabby tried to shake him off. Icepaw raised a paw then brought it he down on the back of Darkstripe's head he was soon thrown off landing on a bush.

He had no time to think when Darkstripe dragged him out by his tail and then proceeded to rip through his pelt. Icepaw hissed with fury trying to get out but the tabby had him locked.

"Down Darkstripe" Nightshade ordered

Darkstripe narrowed his yellow eyes but yielded.

Icepaw rolled onto his belly 'I should have got him' was his only thought. Scourge taught him better than that and Princess and Luna would be ashamed that he lost so quickly.

"Even Fogtail was better when I trained him" Darkstripe sneered "and yet he got beaten by a kittypet"

"Shut up Let's go again I want Nightshade this time" Icepaw growled already knowing he would regret those words as he saw the black molly smirk wickedly, claws unsheathed with Tiger-roar matching her smirk, but he didn't care he was filled with rage and determined to prove himself.

"Be careful what you ask for kitty"

-Flashback ends-

He followed the others through the grassy clearing and up the slope, into Windclan's territory or the remains of it anyway.

Tiger-roar stopped dead in his tracks, the fur on his back spiking up a little "Stop" he hissed "I smell a Shadowclan patrol"

Icepaw lifted his nose and sure enough, the scent of Shadowclan traveled through the wind. He caught the scent of Littlepaw and Whitepaw on that patrol.

"They're upwind" Bluestar mewed "They won't notice us if we keep moving"

They moved quickly, leaping over rocks, pushing their way through the sweet-smelling heather.

They had finally reached the end of the uplands. They landscape around them changed, shaped and altered beyond what humans could recognize. In the distance Icepaw spotted a familiar gray road.

"I'm guessing we have to cross the Thunderpath right?" he asked

"Indeed Icepaw" Bluestar replied as she bounded forward "Come on, we can make it by moonrise if we keep up the pace"

Icepaw followed her with the others, down the hill, away from the bleak hunting grounds that was once Windclan's territory.

The cold air chilled Icepaw's bones as the darkness of the night was beginning to wrap itself around him. The darkness made Ravenpaw invisible, while he was stuck with his fluffy white fur that made him stick out harshly.

Icepaw's attention was suddenly drawn to the sounds of barking Dogs.

His experience with big creatures were okay for the most part. He spent time with pups and they were okay and the older ones were fine as long as you didn't annoy them.

Ravenpaw had seemed to nearly jump out of his pelt and Graypaw hissed, his thick fur fluffed up more than it usually did. Icepaw was as unfazed as the older cats were.

"Relax" Leopardstorm mewed as he peered through the fence

Icepaw narrowed his eyes on the dogs "They're tied up" he added

Tiger-roar glanced at him but nodded at him curtly "All the better, let's continue"

"Agreed" Bluestar mewed, leading them away.

The sun had began to sink when the reached the Thunderpath. Bluestar had signaled them to stop and wait beneath a hedge. Icepaw watched as the cars flashed past him.

"We'll go one at a time" Tiger-roar growled

"I'll go first" Bluestar stated "This'll be the first time Graypaw's first time to cross the Thunderpath assuming you haven't already Icepaw, he needs to be shown how it's done"

'That's what you think' Icepaw thought but said nothing

Icepaw watched as his leader padded to the edge of the road and looked up and down. She waited as cars flew past her, ruffing her blue-gray fur. Then, when the the machines seemed to disappear for a moment, she raced across to the other side.

Leopardstorm followed after.

"Graypaw Ravenpaw one of you go next" Tiger-roar mewed looking from left to right making sure no cars were around.

Icepaw saw Ravenpaw's eyes widen in fear. Icepaw unlike his peer didn't feel the same fear. Icepaw knew the danger of getting caught under a car but he knew most humans would move out of the way or stop all together, if any cat got hit it could just be bad luck like what happened on the streets of the city and the cluster.

Ravenpaw dashed over to Bluestar, not before hesitating a few times beforehand. Graypaw got lucky, no cars came as he crossed the path.

It was his turn now.

"Off you go" Tiger-roar growled, nudging him a little with his enlarged claws

Icepaw had enough of those claws on his pelt to know not to joke with them. Icepaw waited until the last car pasted by then rushed forward as fast as he could but he saw a that car had veered off the road and began bumping along the grass, heading straight for him!

The calls of Graypaw and Ravenpaw rang on dead ears. Icepaw had thought he was dead but teeth fasted into his scruff and tossed him onto the other side of the road. Icepaw looked up and saw that Tiger-roar had tossed him over.

"Icepaw are you okay?" Ravenpaw asked, his voice filled with concern as he sniffed him

"Yeah I'm okay" he replied

"I thought you were going to be fresh-kill" Ravenpaw mewed

"In twolegplace we call run over animals road-kill" he joked, trying to get his limbs to work with him

"Do you want to rest before we go on?" Bluestar asked, looking him over

Icepaw stood on shaky limbs, there was ringing in his ears but he ignored it "I'm okay let's go"

The cats carried on, with Bluestar in the lead. As they walked Icepaw dropped his pace so he matched Tiger-roar strides.

"Um...Tiger-roar?" he started

"What kitty?" he sneered lowly, Icepaw almost thought he saw relief in those amber and blue eyes

Icepaw brushed off the jibe "Thank you for saving me" he looked at his paws

Tiger-roar huffed "Don't stand still because next time I might not be around to save you"

Icepaw nodded at his words. He dared to lean against the large tom, his ears and eyes were acting up and he whispered that to Tiger-roar. The tabby let him lean on him though grumbling a little.

As they approached the foot of Highstones, Bluestar stopped once more. She chose a sun-warmed rock to sit upon, flat and wide enough for all seven cats to rest side by side. "Look before you apprentices" she mewed, tilting her nose toward the dark slope before them "Mothermouth"

"We'll wait here until the moon is higher" Tiger-roar mewed

"Hunt if you're hungry then rest" Bluestar added "You'll need it"

Icepaw was about to follow Graypaw and Ravenpaw when he noticed the slight outline of Goosefeather sitting near Bluestar. He knew they had to be related somehow.

"Rest, what is rest good for in these times" the gray tom rasped "Rest is what gets cats killed, action keeps them alive"

"You'd know all about that wouldn't you" Bluestar growled

Icepaw watched as the tom's eyes locked with his, water-colored blue and sun-touched yellow orbs meeting blood red ones. "The cold fire" he whispered

Goosefeather would call him that sometimes but he didn't say much about it. He did the same with Tiger-roar but it was a good thing the two-colored tabby couldn't see him.

Bluestar seemed to notice and flicked her tail for him to come forward. Icepaw slowly made his way over stopping infront of the rock that his leader laid on.

"Seems you have a gift" she mewed finally

"Gift?" he asked in shock

"Starclan cats mostly appear to you in dreams and in the waking world they are only seen if they want to be seen and by certain cats" Bluestar explained

"I've seen Goosefeather before" he mewed "He's like a tick that won't get off my pelt honestly"

"Let's see if your mind will remain in tact, mine didn't" the gray tom laughed, lashing his fluffy tail "A tick's mind lasted longer than mine"

"I'll try, tell me more about you Goosefeather" Icepaw asked turning his gaze to the gray tom

"I was a seer from the time of Doestar,Pinestar and Sunstar, son of Daisytoe and Rooktail, brother of Moonflower and I was trained by Cloudberry and I trained Featherwhisker and partly your current seer Spottedleaf" Goosefeather drawled

"My darling uncle" Bluestar added sarcastically, flicking her tail.

"I knew you were related"

Goosefeather smirked "Surprisingly"

Bluestar looked amused for a moment then it drowned into seriousness "Have you been seeing dead cats before or after coming to the forest"

Icepaw was about to say after but one memory from his kithood resurfaced back into his mind. It was a reddish-brown tom, Pine. "Before but only once, his name was Pine"

Bluestar hummed in response, seeming to know who the cat was.

Icepaw was about to ask her something but he saw Tiger-roar padded over to them with two squirrels in his jaws.

"We'll talk about this later" Bluestar whispered to which Icepaw nodded he also noticed Goosefeather was gone.

Tiger-roar dropped the squirrels by Icepaw's paws as well as his own.

"Eat kit" he growled already starting to dig in

Icepaw started to eat when Bluestar purred "Must you be so mean to all times Tiger"

"This is how I am" was the tabby's only reply

"Somehow" Leopardstorm rubbed against the half-n-half tabby "Moody furball though reckless as an apprentice"

"Oh he was, I nearly lost my head, you're a reckless cat at times dear Tiger"

Icepaw's eyes widen at this interaction it was like a mother chastising her kit.

"Rosetail,Thrushpelt, and I helped raise him and his sisters, something he and Nightshade seem to forget at times" Bluestar teased

Tiger-roar seemed to mutter something making Icepaw try and fail to bite back a chuckle. "You spit out the prey, I'm not getting you more"

"Yes dad" he drawled. He didn't expect Tiger-roar to cough up his prey which only added to his and Bluestar's amusement.

Eventually when Graypaw and Ravenpaw came back with full bellies they all rested beside their leader until the warmth the vanished from them. Only then did Bluestar call out "Come. It's time"

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First of all, I am in L O V E with your HP Zombie AU. I never would’ve considered making the AU canon divergent instead of an entirely separate AU, but you make it work so well and I’m absolutely blown away. Also, not gonna lie, the scene where Dudley and Harry reunite was giving me huge Joel and Tommy vibes, from TLOU. All I could picture was Anna being Dudley’s wife and Dudley saying “we all gotta get wrangled up at some point,” haha!

!!!! YAAS! Thank you! I love it too (zombie!AU if anyone’s wondering; and the boys reuniting) and I know I’ve said this before, but if I had a time turner I would be using it to go back and squirrel myself in a hidden corner of my house and just write it as my other self carried on in life.

I have so many ideas for it, too! A lot of it was inspired from Telltale’s TWD game (fun fact: first video game I played that got me into gaming) and that’s how the AU started brewing in my brain many years before I put anything to public. That’s also where his weapon(s) of choice, the ice picks, were inspired from: Molly and her ice axe... who also inspired Harry’s penchant for climbing and developing parkour... of which I have more backstory for that I’ll never get around to writing T_T

I can tell you that:

When Harry initially decides to head towards the Weasley's after days of waiting for Order contact he runs into other survivors pretty quickly... Has some interesting altercations with the living and the dead. But he eventually runs into another temporary travel buddy: namely the waitress at the underground diner he hung around the previous year. From the sixth movie? Yeah, she gets a cameo. There’s a whoooole early arc with those two that doesn’t end so great. But, hey, she teaches Harry how to drive!

Also, later on I wanted him 100% to have an apocalypse baby. Like Clem. Or Ellie. (Clem was another inspiration for the AU). A little (at first, grudgingly) protection-detail-turned-protégé that tries to follow him up the buildings he scales. The sort of person people call his ‘daughter’, even if he’s only like ten years older than her, and over time he stops bothering to correct them.

Fun fact: I’ve actually been playing TLOU these past few months at a friend’s house (who has a PS). The plan was to finish it before the new one came out, but, well... Anyway, that’s certainly put me in the mood for zombie stuff again and now I can totally get your Joel and Tommy reference! Omg, Harry and Dudley surviving that traumatic start to the Apocalypse together and developing over their own journeys and then being thrown together again and people seeing them interact thinking “WTF was their relationship?? Are they brothers?? Do they hate each other or love each other?”

At home I’ve been playing AC (I played odyssey and loved it, but then the Ezio collection went on sale so now I’m playing that) so I’ve got all sorts of parkour feels up again as well. Zombies and Parkour are what made this AU come about so...

Haha, anyway, thank you very much for showing interest in this obscure idea and it’s really inspiring to know I’m not alone loving it!

#Harry Potter #Harry James Potter #Zombie!AU #hp!zombie #feel free to hit me up with questions on THIS #fo sho #yet another greek myth gay #Thank you for asking

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hopewritcs · 6 years ago

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another day, another party.

pairing: billy hargrove x reader

word count: 2.5k

request: “13, 65, 66 w billy? you’re the best!” ( “I dare you to kiss me.” / “We could always crash the party.” / “I’m not sure you understand how much I care about you.” )

summary: billy and y/n have formed an unusual friendship. both of them are popular, both of them like to go to parties, and they always wind up crashing at y/n’s house after. but they’re most definitely just friends.

notes: post s2 - pre s3

stranger things tag list: @thekidsofneibolt, @madhatterweasley, @shaykeijser, @rainy-bookish-days (if you wanna be added to any tag list, let me know!!)

Billy Hargrove wasn’t someone that Y/N’d expected to be friends with. But, through mutual friends and several parties that year, they’d wound up thrown together on multiple occasions.

Now, when they walked in the halls at the school Y/N and Billy were always together. Naturally, everyone assumed that they were together. It was something they would laugh about when they skipped class and sat in the back of the school under the bleachers.

Which is exactly where they were now, a lit cigarette dangling from Billy’s lips as Y/N fumbled with the can of coke she’d brought with her from home. She wasn’t much of a smoker like Billy, but she still hung around with him when he did. They both needed to skip class every now and again.

“So Carol told me about this party she and Tommy are throwing this weekend.” Y/N huffed, taking a sip from her soda before tilting her head to look at Billy. “Said it was only going to be a small group, which you know means she’s inviting half the school. Everyone will be there, I’m sure, except people she and Tommy consider freaks.”

It almost hurt her to say that. She never bought into the bogus social hierarchy, calling people names and making fun of anyone for something they’ve done or not done. It simply wasn’t who Y/N was. It got her a lot of shit from her supposed friends too. She’d been caught defending everyone from Jonathan Byers to Steve Harrington ever since she could remember. While her friends teased her for it, told her to stick with them, she’d just rolled her eyes.

“We could always crash the party.” Billy said, exhaling as he pulled the cigarette from his lips and offered it to Y/N. She declined with a wave of her hand, leaning back and letting the sun wash over her as best it could from under the bleachers.

“We’re invited to the party, dumbass.” Which was a problem for her. Of course, she loved a good party. Honestly, who didn’t? What else was there to do in a small town except for get wasted on the weekends and hope to god that the police chief doesn’t show up and take you home kicking and screaming? But as graduation got closer, it was one of the farthest things from her mind.

“Then let’s have our own party. The two of us. We’ll pick up booze from town and go to yours.” Billy suggested, sitting up to look at her better. Y/N, in his time in Hawkins, had become the one single person he gave a shit about in the small town. She didn’t judge him--didn’t judge anyone for that matter--and carried herself both with an air of how can i help and fuck off, a tangled mix that Billy was more than intrigued by. Y/N had quickly become the person he relied on, his best friend. “Your parents are out of town, right?”

“Yeah, they’ve got my older sister’s parents weekend. Or an award thing? Who fucking knows. They’re visiting her and leaving me here.” Y/N didn’t sound bitter about it, because she wasn’t. That was just the facts of the situation. Would she have wanted to go to whatever it was? Probably not. But she would have liked the opportunity--she would have liked it if her parents had asked first.

“So then it’s settled. Friday after school we’ll rent a video and have our own party. Who gives a shit about all of them anyway?” Billy gestured toward the school wildly with one hand as he snubbed out his cigarette and jumped to a standing position, pulling Y/N off the ground too. Her soda can spilled on the grass as he grabbed her from her seat. The bell tolled in the distance. “We can’t be late.” Billy said, pointing to the school with a smirk on his lips.

“Yes, because we can actually be late to leave school for the day, Hargrove.”

“Just move it, Y/L/N.”

Friday came by quickly, and the hunt for videos and snacks was upon Billy and Y/N. Billy drove to the video rental, blasting the cassette in his car stereo and driving fast. He was laughing. He knew how much it drove Y/N insane when he drove like this.

Her hands were grabbing on to her seat as she screamed at him to slow down. This was just how it was when they drove. Billy drove like he thought--wild, crazy, little care. Y/N hated every minute of it, her stomach always flew into her throat when she was in his car. But he didn’t exactly like being driven around, so they always wound up carpooling in his car ( which she’d mentioned that she could drive once and only got a look across Billy’s face to tell her never to mention it again ).

“Shit Billy, you’re insane. Where the hell did you learn to drive?” It wasn’t so much an actual question, but the same thing she always cried out in the car with him. “You’re gonna get us killed!” The panic clear on her features, but she also knew that Billy was in fact in control of the car and nothing would happen. She knew he liked getting a rise out of her, but she couldn’t help her gut reaction of pure terror.

When they got out of the car, with her backpack slung over one shoulder she looked toward Billy with a glint in her eyes, “If you drive like that all the way to my house I will kick you out of your own damned car Hargrove!”

Y/N meant it to be threatening, but Billy was smirking at her. “Think you can handle that on your own?”

“Don’t test me. We’re this close to finding out.”

He balked out laughter at that comment, and Y/N rolled her eyes--she was still holding her thumb and forefinger just far enough apart that it created any space, and the pair made their way into Family Video.

Y/N brushed past Billy and immediately began searching for snacks. Regretfully, since she’d picked the film last time they’d hung out, it was Billy’s turn and she was unsure what direction he would go in. She’d made him watch A New Hope last time, with hopes they’d continue with the trilogy in another movie night. Billy had grumbled about a lot of the film, but he hadn’t outright hated it like the time she’d made him sit through Peter Pan. She knew all the words to songs and Billy had sat on the couch with a pillow over his head to drown out the sounds. With Billy, he either picked something like Animal House or the Birds.

After he’d made Y/N watch the horror film she’d jumped the next morning at the sound of a bird tapping against her window, to which he’d made fun of her for.

A tap on her shoulder told her Billy was behind her and she turned to look at him with her arms full of food. Her mouth fell open at the video in his hands and she asked, “The Shining? Didn’t we already watch that one?” she followed him towards the check out, putting all the candies she’d grabbed up with the video he put there.

“No, I mentioned it last time but you made me watch that dumb movie with the girl who’s whole family forgot her birthday. The redhead girl and the dweeby blonde.”

“Sixteen Candles. I was so excited when it came out on video! And that’s Molly Ringwald. I heard she’s got another movie coming out this year. Maybe you’ll go see it with me when it comes to the movies?”

Billy shrugged noncommittally as he fished in his pocket for some cash. Y/N did the same and both of them paid for the stuff before heading back to the car.

The first time the pair gone to Family Video to do this--rent a video and buy snacks--the cashier had scoffed and asked why Billy wasn’t paying for the whole thing like a guy should for his girl. Which led to both Y/N and Billy leaning on the counter laughing when you made eye contact with each other. Of course, now the comment wouldn’t have been so funny.

Y/N ordered a pizza, got plates and dished it out before she had settled into the couch with some mixed concoction of what she found in the kitchen--some of the soda the family kept in the fridge and a bit of the whiskey her father preferred. Billy had taken his alcohol straight, already downing one cup and on a refill.

The pair were on the couch, each leaning on an armrest as the movie began. “I bet you you’ll be over on this side of the couch before the first half is over.”

“You have so little faith in me!” Y/N faked a gasp, putting an amused smile on her face as she placed her hand on her neck, shaking her head.

“You’re not denying it.”

“What do I get if I win?”

Billy thought for a moment, “I’ll let you pick the next two films.” She figured he must be confident in his film choice because Billy always found something to complain about her video picks. “But that won’t happen,” he sounded overconfident and it made Y/N laugh as she rolled her eyes. “So when I win, I dare you to kiss me.”

Y/N choked on the bite of pizza she’d been chewing and she leaned forward with a wild look in her eyes. There was no way in hell that Billy had an inkling that she had developed a crush on him, right? This was just some joke, right. So she relaxed her seat and looked at him, “That’s the worst bet you’ve ever made in your life Hargrove. What’s the deal? Got money riding on the schools are they or aren’t they bet?” Y/N was teasing him, but she still worried about whatever it was that was really going through his mind.

Billy shook his head. He was so calm it was irritating Y/N. “Nah.”

“Then what, you just wanna kiss me or somethin?” she choked on her laughter, shaking her head at him.

Billy shrugged his shoulders and turned his attention back toward the video playing. Y/N pouted when she realized that meant she wasn’t going to be getting any answers out of him, so she sighed and turned her attention to the video and continued drinking, the pizza forgotten on her plate.

Billy knew the movie was going to get under Y/N’s skin. He knew how she felt about the horror films he’d picked in the past, so he was just waiting for the bet to be over with. The last bet was during Lady and the Tramp where she’d bet him he would wind up complaining well before the baby was born. Billy had said he wouldn’t. The stakes were: if Billy won he could order what he wanted for both of them the next time they ordered from the diner, and if Y/N won she could bring one of her cassette’s into Billy’s car. High stakes, since Billy hated listening to music he didn’t like, so he’d done his best to not complain. He really had set against not complaining. But in the first scene he’d gone and rolled his eyes, leaning on the couch, “But there’s no holes in the present!” And Y/N had brought in her Cyndi Lauper tape into the camaro, which it now called home.

Surprisingly, Y/N had made it through most of the movie without jumping over the middle of the couch. Every time Billy looked over at her, her face was contorted in a look of concentration. Which only made him roll his eyes, she was determined not to freak out and let him win the bet. The look of determination in her eyes, even as he watched her flinch from what happened on the screen.

They were more than half into the move at this point, but Y/N still hadn’t moved from her spot where she’d grounded herself. She refused to move, except to look at Billy out of the corner of her eyes. She’d caught him looking her way, but didn’t say anything. Y/N was still trying to figure out what kind of shit Billy was trying to pull with the whole kiss dare.

In the future when this movie night would be spoken about, it would be in terms of the bets they’d made and who won.

When the credits were rolling, Y/N stood up and took the video out of the player and turned back to Billy with an angry tint in her eyes ( definitely partially fueled by the alcohol she’d consumed during the movie ), “So what the fuck was that dare for, Billy?”

Billy stood up and chuckled at her. He was playing it off as nothing more than just a simple dare to get under his friend’s skin. But maybe it had meant more to him. “Just wanted to see you squirm.” He said, passing by her to go into the kitchen where he opened the fridge. “I didn’t think it would affect you this much, Y/N.” he’d called back to her.

“I’m not sure you understand how much I care about you then.” Y/N had meant to say it under her breath, but her voice carried from where she stood in her house to where Billy stood in the kitchen.

“You care about me?” Billy asked, suddenly appearing at her side and looking at her with eyes she couldn’t decipher.

Y/N jumped and turned to face him, “You scared the shit out of me Hargrove.” she nudged his arm with her fist, sloppily pushing against his chest.

“You ignoring my question, Y/L/N?”

“What question?”

Billy sighed and repeated his question from moments before, “You care about me?”

Y/N’s eyes widened for a split second before she cleared her throat, “Of course I do! You’re my best friend, Billy. Of course I care about you.” It didn’t sound so convincing to either of them. Y/N was sure her voice had raised a surprising octave and Billy had kept his eyes on hers when she spoke.

“Kiss me.” he said quietly.

“You lost the bet.” Y/N pointed out with a soft chuckle.

“This ain’t about the damn bet, Y/N.” Billy harrumphed, putting a hand on her cheek and looking at her. In that moment, she sobered up when he said, “Kiss me.”

And she did.

In the future, when they’d talk of the bet made that night: both of them would say they won.

#billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x y/n #stranger things fic #reader insert #requested

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tricktster · 5 years ago

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honestly is it bad that by the end of cobc i didnt even really care about the other characters and just wanted more capra content

I guess spoilers ahoy for my challenging and dare i say it visionary sans/reader monsterfucking fanfic:

Nah I mean Capra, for a character that was never really planned to happen, kind of caught us all - including me - off guard. Like, the actual characters from the game, i think i did... ok with. Like, they were fine. My OCs, by and large, were fun for me to write, and I think I did a good job with most of them. I mean, Tommy never got any screentime, Cody I probably could have been featured in a few more chapters to earn that dramatic payoff at the end, the interns were largely forgettable but I did like Nat and Shadow, Dennis was... gross, Doris was fine, I’ve already fucking forgotten Paula, and Dot, Cody II and Molly are all a blast to write (Haruhi’s basically a nonentity though). Oh and now that it’s been a few years, I can admit that I basically was just thinking of a competent Stanley from the Office when I was writing Dr. Stanley (first name unknown).

And then there was Peter Fucking Capra, who wasn’t supposed to be there and IMMEDIATELY derailed the entire thing. No reason for him to be as fun as he was, or for him to steal the entire goddamn story. He’s everything I think is boring about a protagonist. Like, do we really need any more stories about yet another rich, attractive white dude who thinks he’s better and smarter than everyone else? When I was writing the leadup to his introduction, I really contemplated making him the villain for a hot second and then was like... ugh too obvious.

And then I started actually writing his dialogue, and I totally blindsided my own ass. It usually takes me a few passes before I can figure out a character’s voice, and this asshole sprung forth from my brain fully formed without any effort whatsoever. He has NO excuse for being that easy to write, much less fun to write, and he has NO excuse for immediately overshadowing everything else I was trying to accomplish. The second I wrote his first line of dialogue, I was done with ‘give the people what they want, very quickly, and hope that in return they’ll kick a few bucks towards your broke ass’ and I was on a bold new course of ‘Uh I don’t know exactly why this is happening but I’m fifty chapters in and I guess I’m writing all about THIS RANDOM GUY WHO’S NEVER BEEN MENTIONED BEFORE FOR SOME REASON.’

And, uh, everyone just went along with it? Go back and read the comments on the first Capra chapter sometime, it’s ridiculous. I inexplicably inserted a 38 year old megalomaniac CEO of a small alternative energy corporation into an UNDERTALE SANS/READER FANFIC, and nobody was like... oh this is kind of a thematic curveball. Everyone was entirely accepting of the fact that the thing they’d been reading for 50 chapters was abruptly and without the slightest warning about this now, and I was just like “oh, okay, so he’s fun to write, could be an interesting foil, i’ll just sprinkle him in here and WHOOPS HE’S THE MAIN CHARACTER AND HE SAVED THE WORLD TWICE.”

and instead of losing all of my readers, which by any reasonable analysis should have happened the second I let my relatively pandering fanfic get utterly derailed by a mary sue OC who instantly got way more screentime than he either earned or deserved... everyone was just like “OKAY, YEAH, THIS UNDERTALE SANS/READER FANFIC IS NOW ABOUT 38 YEAR OLD SMALL CORPORATE CEO PETER CAPRA INSTEAD, AND WE’RE ALL SUPER DOWN FOR THAT!”

i don’t even know man. i’ll never be able to pull that one off again. best character i’ve ever written. totally inexplicable setting for him to even exist in, but he’s the best.

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the-master-cylinder · 5 years ago

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Russell was born in San Diego, California, the daughter of Constance (née Lerner) and Richard Lion Russell, a stock analyst. Three of her four grandparents were Jewish. Her maternal grandfather was journalist and educator Max Lerner. Russell wanted to be an actress since the age of eight and started acting in school plays. She appeared in a Pepsi commercial that was taped locally while in high school. After graduating from Mission Bay High School in 1981, she moved to Los Angeles and began taking acting classes before landing her first role. She did a masters program in Spiritual Psychology at the University of Santa Monica and is a certified hypnotist and life coach, also from the University of Santa Monica.

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The day after graduating high school, with limited commercial and modeling experience. Russell set out for Los Angeles with a UCLA-bound girlfriend. She located a roommate, actress Diane Brody, via the campus bulletin board. Brody helped Russell line up acting classes and waitressing jobs. Accompanying an acting classmate to an audition, Russell walked away with representation. She was subsequently cast in an unapologetic PORKY’S clone titled Private School (1983)

Private School (1983) Chris from a girls’ boarding school loves Jim from a nearby boys’ boarding school. Jordan also wants Jim and plays dirty. Jim and 2 friends visit the girls’ school posing as girls.

Russell played Jordan Leigh-Jensen, “a spoiled rich girl willing to do anything to get her way.” As her romantic rival, the top-billed Phoebe Cates waged war for the affections of Matthew Modine. Critics excoriated the film’s leering sexism, but Russell’s recollections are pleasant. “It was like walking on air,” she recalled. “Phoebe Cates was my idol at the time, and she was so nice to me. We grew very close, and she was fun to work with.”

Phobe Cates, in fact, coached the novice actress who was nervous about her nude scene: “Phoebe said, ‘Oh, this is nothing-in Paradise (1982) I had nude scenes. To make matters more stressful, old acquaintances showed up on the day Russell was shooting her topless “Lady Godiva” scene. “I hadn’t seen these people in years,” laughed Russell. “They turned up on the set, outdoors in the middle of nowhere. The director made them leave. It was hysterical. I learned that day not to take it all too seriously.”

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She insists that reviews, citing herself as the film’s sole asset, caused no friction with leading lady Cates. Phoebe is very secure with herself, stated Russell “She should be. Look at her now! We didn’t pay any attention to critics.”

Offers promptly rolled in. One of the networks offered Russell a spot on any series she wanted Numerous agents called, Playboy asked her to pose for a pictorial on struggling actresses in Hollywood. Although she does not regret turning down Playboy, Russell admits that she, and her management, did not make the best choice of opportunities. Though she auditioned for smaller parts in higher profile filmy, she inevitably landed leads in B-movies.

Out of Control (1985) Teens (Martin Hewitt, Betsy Russell, Sherilyn Fenn) crash-land on an island, find vodka, play strip spin-the-bottle and run into drug smugglers

In Out of Control (1985), Martin Hewitt and Russell were cast as a prom king and queen who invite six of their classmates on a “grad night” chartered flight. The plane crashes and the kids acclimate themselves to survival on a deserted island. Most critics panned the film, but the Los Angeles Times and L.A. Weekly gave it good reviews.

“We filmed in Yugoslavia,” explained Russell. “It was fun. There were a lot of us around the same age… Martin Hewitt, Sherilyn Fenn. Russell remembered that Fenn, who debuted in the film, “was the youngest of us all and very sweet. We both liked Martin. I liked him for about two minutes the first day, and she ended up breaking his heart. The producer, Fred Weintraub, said, ‘Sherilyn is going to be huge-she’s going to break a lot of hearts. He was right. She’s worked very hard and she deserves her success.”

Russell played the title role in her third film, Tomboy (1985), Her character, Tommy Boyd, was a curvaceous auto mechanic with car racing ambitions. The movie was dogged by controversy: despite it’s claims of feminist affirmation, TOMBOY was peppered with the usual B-quota of sex and nudity.

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Tomboy (1985) A strong-willed female stock car driver challenges her chauvinistic crush to a race to win his respect- and get him into bed.

“It turned out all right, said Russell. “Actually, that movie surprised me. I’ve heard a lot of people really loved that movie. At first, I thought it was going to be kind of dumb but I’ve gotten great response. I saw it about a year ago and thought it wasn’t so bad.”

Avenging Angel (1985) was more of a challenge for Russell. The film served as a sequel to 1983’s ANGEL, about a high school student’s double life as a hooker. “That was a rough experience, because I didn’t understand the character,” recalled Russell. “I felt kind of unsure I was still very young and this had all come very fast, and I hadn’t really studied that much. I didn’t totally relate to the character. Angel wasn’t an everyday girl. It was something new to me, and I didn’t have time to do any research.”

Avenging Angel (1985) Molly, former prostitute, has managed to leave her street life with help from Lt. Andrews. She studies law and leads a normal life. When Andrews is killed by a brutal gang, she returns to the streets as Angel to find his killers.

Although ANGEL had been released only two years previously, the sequel’s storyline picks up five years after the conclusion of its predecessor, Producer Keith Rubenstein and director Robert Vincent O’Neil felt that Donna Wilkes, who played the title role as the first ANGEL, wasn’t credible as a college graduate. The sequel’s investors, however, insisted that Wilkes reprise her familiar role. But it was Wilkes, pricing herself out of the market, who finally broke the stalemate. Cast as a streetwise heroine, Russell drew unflattering reviews from critics.

“Queen of Schlock Wants to Abdicate,” announced the Los Angeles Herald Examiner. After AVENGING ANGEL, it appeared Russell was fed up with her movie career. “I’ve done four B movies and now I’m just gonna stop,” she told a reporter. “I’ve paid my dues, and four is enough.” Russell also related that a meaty role in PRIVATE SCHOOL blinded her to its exploitation elements. She was critical of her involvement in B-films, and pledged to stop making them.

During the next two years, Russell turned to television, performing guest stints on T.J. HOOKER MURDER, SHE WROTE, FAMILY TIES, and THE A-TEAM, “I had down time, she noted. “I didn’t really want to do more nudity. I didn’t want to do B-movies and be taking my clothes off.” A lack of good scripts also prompted Russell to decelerate her movie output.

Cheerleader Camp (1988) A group of cheerleaders become the targets of an unknown killer at a remote summer camp.

Russell wasn’t obligated to disrobe in her next film, Cheerleader Camp (1988) which was initially promoted as BLOODY POM POMS. The plot: cheerleaders, including centerfolds Teri Weigel and Rebecca Ferratti, are sliced and diced while attending a wilderness retreat. The slasher epic hardly adhered to Russell’s speculations about a future in A-movies. “CHEERLEADER CAMP came along, and I liked the character, the actress explained. “She was kind of cute. She was getting driven crazy, and I could keep all my clothes on because the Playmates around me took all their clothes off. It was fun, too, working in Sequoia National Forest. I’ve always made friends with every film I’ve done.”

Following the film, she renewed a past friendship with actor Vince Van Patten. “I met him at the Playboy mansion when I first moved to L.A., Russell recounted. “We dated a few times, and then I never heard from him again. He was involved with the tennis circuit. We both really liked each other, but at the time he wasn’t right. I broke up with my boyfriend five years ago, ran into Vince at the Hard Rock Cafe and the rest is history. The timing was perfect.”

Trapper County War (1989) Two city boys (Estes, Blake) get in trouble with a backwoods North Carolina family (Swayze, Armstrong, Hunky, and Evans) when they try to help an abused step-daughter (Russell). Bo Hopkins and Ernie Hudson are the good locals who attempt to help the boys.

Russell’s last turn as a teenage ingenue was Trapper County War (1989), an updated, sanitized version of DELIVERANCE. Playing the 17-year-old adopted daughter of a backwoods family, Russell served as the city slicker’s love interest.

In Delta Heat (1992), a film noir thriller shot two years ago in New Orleans, Russell was cast as a deceased drug kingpin’s daughter. Academy Entertainment recently released the film on video. “New Line wanted it.” smiled Russell, but the investors had already made a deal with Academy. I think it should have come out in theatres. It’s pretty good.”

Delta Heat (1992) An L.A. cop investigates the death of his partner in the swamps of Louisiana. Enlisting the help of an ex-cop who lost his hand to an alligator many years before.

In Amore! (1993), “It’s Jack Scalia and Kathy Ireland and me, but you wouldn’t know it because of my billing,” laughed Russell. “I’m definitely in the movie. In fact, it’s only me and Scalia in the first half of the movie, and we get divorced and Kathy Ireland comes in. It was my first real comedy.” As the film started to roll, Russell had something else in production. I was three months pregnant at start time, and kept getting bigger!,” she revealed. “I finished the movie when I was four and a half months, and the filmmakers never knew I was pregnant.”

Her husband, who has retired from tennis, is producing a movie adapted from his own script. Rewritten by Dan Jenkins (Semi-Tough), The Break (1995)is a family affair for the Van Pattens. “It’s my first small part in a really good movie,” beams Russell “It’s like ROCKY or BULL DURHAM with tennis. Vince plays the veteran coach, with this rookie kid that he has to coach for the summer. I play the love interest to the kid. I’m the older woman.” She laughs, reflecting upon her ten-year development from PRIVATE SCHOOL starlet to more mature character actress.

When addressed with questions regarding nudity, Russell replied, “If BASIC INSTINCT came my way. I’m sure I wouldn’t have turned it down. It depends on who’s in the movie, what kind of part it is, what the movie’s about. But, you know, I’m not getting those types of offers or scripts anymore, so I’m not worried about it.

“I hope to do good work, to do entertaining, enjoyable projects,” Russell continued. Then, with a glimmer in her eye not at all reminiscent of Arnold Schwarzenegger, she smiled and vowed, “I’ll be back…”

Interview with Betsy Russell

What is the difference between the filmmakers you were working with in your early career versus the filmmakers of today? Betsy Russell: That’s an interesting question because I was just reading a little blurb online about a director on a movie I did called ‘Out of Control’ [1985, directed by Allan Holzman], and he went on to do award winning things, documentaries and other films. The directors I work with now are amazing, talented and insightful, but I’ve also worked with directors before who have gone on to do incredible things. For example, the dialogue coach from Private School [Jerry Zaks] went on to a Broadway career. All the people I worked with were fine. I don’t like to compare one to the other, they are all different.

When you made “Private School” back in the early 1980s, the videotape revolution had just begun. What do you think of how your images from that film proliferated from VHS to DVD to the internet? What do you think of the ability to download virtually anything from the internet, including those pictures of your younger days? Betsy Russell: When I said I would do the topless scene, because it wasn’t in the original script for Private School. I remember thinking I’m 19 years old, my body is great and for the rest of my life I’m going to have something on film that the people will say, ‘yeah, she’s topless but that is my Mom, that was my Grandmother, that was my Great-Grandmother’s first film.’

I remember thinking this is kind of cool, why not? Just to have it out there now in the ‘anything goes’ era, with Playmates becoming TV stars and the like, I am proud of it, I’m proud of my body and I’m proud of the sort of free feeling that my character had in that movie, not inhibited whatsoever. It’s more of a European-type feeling, that the body can be a beautiful thing. There is reason to hide it.

You were beautiful then, you are beautiful now, nothing to worry about. Do you remember the name of the famous horse on which you rode to 1980s movie glory? Betsy Russell: No, because he almost killed me. I didn’t know how to ride very well and I got on it just to get to know the horse. We didn’t have a very big budget so that the stunt guys had gotten some kind of wild horse. The minute I got on the horse it took off with me. Of course, everybody was at lunch except for the stunt guys, the horse wranglers and me. I thought I was going to die, because it started to run out of the stable area. Somebody finally stopped it. So I don’t remember the name, but it ended up being a quiet, passive horse after that incident.

You were fairly busy in the 1980s with your career. Was there anything that you auditioned for or didn’t do that you think might have led to a different career track? Betsy Russell: Yeah, I was a favorite of a casting director name Wally Nicita, and she eventually became a producer. She was a big fan of mine after Private School, and there was a film coming up called ‘Silverado.’ I was shooting ‘Avenging Angel at the time and I had an audition. It was a night shoot, I was very tired and I didn’t really understand the ins and outs of the business, I relied more on my manager to take care of that, and he was learning to as we went along.

So they called for me at the audition for Silverado, and I didn’t pay attention to who had been cast in it. I just looked at it as an ensemble piece, and the other movie I was auditioning for was a ski movie, in which I would star. I just said let’s go for the bigger part. As luck would have it, the audition was in the same building as Wally Nicita’s office, and she kept saying how much the directors and producers of Silverado would love to see me. I told her no, I was here for the other audition. She looked at me like I was the stupidest person on the planet, and never contacted me for anything again. Everything happens for a reason. I always believe my career would have been different had I done that part. I can’t say if it would have been better or worse. I’ve had a good run.

Tomboy had your character as a mechanic. How did this occupation change your character from a typical character? Betsy Russell: It defined her. I was playing a girl who loves auto mechanics. My oldest sister was a mechanic growing up. She did all the lube jobs on the car – she was that type of person. It wasn’t far out for me to imagine myself as that type of character. That’s what she did. She was a tomboy who liked riding motorcycles and playing basketball.

What are your thoughts on the trailer for Tomboy showing you as a strong female, but then cutting to you in the shower? Betsy Russell: I’ve never really paid attention to that. I don’t know that I’ve seen it. I guess strong females still have to take showers. They still like to feel sexy, so I don’t think there’s one thing that should stop someone from feeling sexy and showing their body if that’s what they choose to do. I don’t think it makes any difference in the world.

Tomboy is arguably feminist. Was this a draw for you? Betsy Russell: Yes, I like playing strong characters. I thought it would be fun. I was probably twenty-one years old, so the idea of playing this type of character was great. I didn’t think that hard about it. I said, “Ok, this is another role, this is what she does, and I’m going to get into it.” I started working with the assistant basketball coach at UCLA, trying to learn a little bit of basketball. At that point in my life I wasn’t thinking that long or hard about which role to take. I did have a couple of offers with Tomboy; I had another offer for another movie. I picked this one. I’m sure that was a draw for me.

What do you think makes it a feminist role? Betsy Russell: She has a career that isn’t the norm for women. Usually women rely on men to do all the mechanical things. It’s kind of unusual for a woman to be a mechanic. I think it’s silly to be unusual, but I guess it is.

In the same vein, what role does feminism play in Avenging Angel? Betsy Russell: I barely remember that movie, but I know Angel carries a gun. She’s a tough chick. I saw that movie maybe one time. I don’t remember it well, but I had a lot of fun doing it.

There were a couple of stronger roles you did early on. Did you find yourself drawn to the stronger roles? Betsy Russell: Typically the leads in movies are stronger women. Nobody wants to watch a wimp for two hours. I played more of a leading lady than the sidekick. I don’t think I’ve ever played the sidekick. If given the chance, I would have. I did what I thought was good.

How did you get your role in Avenging Angel? Betsy Russell: I auditioned first, but then the director fought for me. The producer wanted the girl from the first movie. The director said he wouldn’t do the movie without me. That was nice.

Do you remember having a favorite line from Avenging Angel? Betsy Russell: No, but a lot of people tell me their favorite line from it, and I don’t remember anything.

What were your thoughts on Cheerleader Camp (1988) and Camp Fear (1991) and how have these thoughts evolved over time? Betsy Russell: Camp Fear was somebody called me and said, “Would you and your husband, Vince, like to do this little movie? You’re going to make a lot of money for three weeks shoot, and it’s going to go right to video.” I said, “Great, I want to make a lot of money. If nobody sees it, I guess it doesn’t matter. It’ll be fun to work with my husband.” We did it. Who knew that YouTube would happen. I’ve never seen the movie, so I have no idea. I’m sure I was terrible in it. It would be hard to be anything but terrible in it. I’ve always seen bits and pieces on YouTube. My voice is really high in it. We had fun. My brother-in-law is in that movie. I remember the actor playing the Indian could never remember his lines; we laughed so hard we almost fell off a cliff. That guy who played the Indian asked Vince to be his best man at his wedding. We barely knew him so that was funny. That happened back when they would say, “No one’s ever going to see it.” You’d do it. As an actor, if you’re not working, you want to just work. It doesn’t matter all of the time if it’s best project if you haven’t worked in a while. You have to put some money in the bank. That’s why I did that. Cheerleader Camp, I hadn’t offered this role called Bloody Pom Pom’s at the time. I remember thinking, “Oh my gosh, I don’t have to take any clothes off.” At that time, coming from Private School, Tomboy, and Out of Control (1985), I was tired of taking my clothes off. I wore those big nightgowns, and I just wanted to be taken seriously. That’s why I did that movie. I had a lot of fun filming it. As for Cheerleader Camp, we didn’t know we were making kind of a farce. Honestly, it was a little bit funny, but I took my character very seriously. We were rewriting scenes on the set five minutes before.

What are your views on nudity in film? Betsy Russell: I don’t have any negative views on it at all. In my twenties, I would say, “If it’s intrinsic to the character then I think it’s great.” I learned that word, intrinsic, just to say that. I really don’t have any problem with it. If it’s just thrown in there because it’s a low-budget movie and they’re trying to sell it, it’s really obvious. It takes you out, which isn’t always great. Sometimes it’s just right for what’s going on. It’s great that the actor or actress isn’t embarrassed to show it. If it looks good then it’s great. If it’s a person who looks terrible I would rather they keep their clothes on. If it’s important to the role and that type of film then it’s fine.

CREDITS/REFERENCES/SOURCES/BIBLIOGRAPHY Femme Fatales v02n02 0038 Bad Ass Women of Cinema: A Collection of Interviews Chris Watson hollywoodchicago

Betsy Russell: 80’s B Film Princess Russell was born in San Diego, California, the daughter of Constance (née Lerner) and Richard Lion Russell, a stock analyst.

#BABES

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shanie-the-toyaddict · 6 years ago

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For those who are wondering...

Here are some FUN FACTS about the OG Hardcore 24/7 Title. In no particular order, and just for those who are wondering “What the shit are we poor bastages in for??” - The 24/7 Rule was instituted by the late Crash Holly to prove that he was a fighting champ. In fact, he wanted to prove he was the toughest guy around with it. Instead, it was a glorious clusterfuck, that led to him constantly having to watch his back because ANYONE could be a contender. - Raven has the most separate title reigns at 27. - Steve Blackman has the longest combined reign at 172 days.

- The very first giant bump (and by that I mean above 20 feet) Shane ever took was during a title defense of this belt. It was at Summerslam 2000. He climbed the Titantron, and got knocked off... backwards.

- By the way, No Shane did NOT win the belt on his own. It took five guys and a kendo stick. Still counts. - Shawn Stasiak has 15 total reigns with this title... with a combined total reign of UNDER A DAY. He kept winning the belt at house shows, then IMMEDIATELY losing it. - All three members of Shane’s “Mean Street Posse” are also champions, but their combined reigns equal maybe ten minutes tops.

- Some of the interesting places this title was defended include a Chuck E Cheese, Various Hotel Rooms, and ANYWHERE YOU CAN THINK OF IN AN ARENA.

- The OG belt was intergender. The four women who held it were: Molly Holly, Terri Runnels, Trish Stratus, and Cynthia Lynch (one of the Godfather’s Hos)

- One of the funniest moments of the belt was Molly’s win, after “Mighty Molly” smacked her superhero partner The Hurricane with A GD FRYING PAN. It ended their partnership, btw.

- I’ve posted all the ACTIVE superstars who won, but some of the current INACTIVE superstars who won, and are still employed by the company, include Funaki, Booker T, William Regal, Christian, Tommy Dreamer and Pete Gas. Road Dogg and Undertaker also both won the title, but not during the 24/7 era. - You think 3 champions in one night is wild? Try 11 title changes in a 2 day period. 10 of those came in a single Wrestlemania match.

- Out of the first 10 OG Hardcore Champions, only SIX are still alive. Four, The British Bulldog, Test, Big Boss Man, and the innovator himself Crash Holly, have all passed away since then.

- There is an entire trading card set based on the early days of the Hardcore Division. It’s called “WWF (yes F) No Mercy”. It came out in 2000, is a strictly foil card set, and yours truly happens to have a master set, including all chase, relic, and promo cards in the official binder. I’m very proud.

Welp. That’s about all I can think of right now. Hope this whets the whistle of SOME of you for the utter CHAOS that will be soon commencing. ENJOY THE FACTS, FOLKS!

#WWE #The Attitude Era #Hardcore Division #Hardcore Belt #24/7 belt #Wrestling History #Fun Facts

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sweetlittlehawke · 6 years ago

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Keep Moving Forward

It’s December. Yknow what that means! Let’s reflect on the year. When I made a post like this last year, it was a hopeful thing. I was excited about the coming year, because I was excited that I’d finally met some people I could hang out with. I love Alea and Brooke to the moon and back, but only having two friends for most of my life is not the best. As much as I denied it for years, my mum’s right. I’m very social. I have social anxiety. But I am a very social person. So, if you wanna read about all that, it’s under a read more. Cause fucking hell did this get long.

So, this year started and I was single, I was in Unity, I was in school, and I was living with my parents. By May I was not single and I was not in Unity. Shortly after that- because end of the semester and stuff and things happening- I was no longer in school or living with my parents. At this point in the year, I’m still not single, nor in Unity (as I doubt I’ll ever go back. To the troupe at least, I absolutely wanna go back to taking classes), or in school. But I have plans to go back to school. I’m halfway to being able to afford a car, and then saving for an apartment, so Sammy and I can go to Cleveland. Because I wanna be close to my friends. I don’t like most of the people I live with presently, and neither does Sam. So we’re gonna move out in July when the lease is up on our place.

When I made this post last year, I talked about the only table top rpgs I’d played was a D&D 5e oneshot, a game of Roll for Shoes, and was just then stepping into a campaign. Needless to say, that changed. A lot. I’ve played West Marches to it’s end. I’ve been in Alex’s Pathfinder campaign for a year. I spent a semester in Andrew’s Pathfinder campaign (and met my girlfriend through that). I’ve spent two semesters in Jacob’s 5e campaign. I’ve started a campaign of my own at Breakout to get those people into D&D. I’ve gone so far with this, and I love it. I love every second of it. I also mentioned that I’d kinda started in Magic, but hadn’t put any money towards it. That didn’t last either. I’ve built my own custom deck, and that def required spending money. Once Andrew got me a starter deck it was downhill from there. I don’t play a ton, but Magic def did get my interest.

Last year I kinda just made lil shoutouts to Scott, Trevi, and Andrew. But this year I have so many more people to talk about, and to be thankful for. Because they’re not just new people that I’m kinda sorta friends with. They’re my family. So lemme go through this. Lemme take a bit, to talk about this gaggle of people I’ve found, that I love.

It’s primarily the Pathfinder group. The original Pathfinder group. Alex, Jacob, Andrew, Thomas, Susannah, Molly, and Will. Most of these people are also the people in West Marches, but there are some West Marches people that aren’t in Pathfinder. People like Joey and Adriana, Freddie, Michael, and of course, Trevi and Scott. Now, to go into detail about the specific people, and why I love them.

Alex is just, great. I don’t always feel like I’m super close with him, but he does pay attention to everyone in the group. We recently had a session that really hit that fact home. It was a Christmas session, because it’s December what else are we gonna do? Each of our characters had gifts, and these gifts meant something to each of us. Outside of games though, he’s just as attentive. He’s always supportive, and very understanding of when people need distance or aid. He’s encouraging, and frankly I’m not sure I’ve ever heard him say something bad against anyone. Ambiguous maybe, but never bad.

Jacob- fucking hell this guy. He’s literally the sweetest man I’ve ever met. He’s always trying to help, and encourage people. If he knows he’s done something wrong he apologizes and does whatever it takes to fix it. He knows I’m short on money, so whenever I’m around he’s always offering to buy me food- or just straight up give me his food. He even bought Sammy’s Christmas present for me, because I’m just too broke to do it. I don’t understand how someone can be that selfless?? Jacob wtf?? You’re too good??

Andrew. What an asshole. I love him though. He- quite frankly- is half the reason I’m so close with the Pathfinder group. I befriended him easier than I befriended the others. He’s the one that got me into Pathfinder. At first he seems quiet, and kinda apathetic, he’s incredibly forgetful. But he cares. I got scared one time that I’d fucked up a friendship, and in his awkward Andrew way, he gave me 3 Magic cards and a hug as comfort. It may not sound like much, but giving away Magic cards is a big deal for Andrew. This nerd is also the reason I met my girlfriend, so yknow.

Admittedly, I’m not as close with Thomas as I am some of the others. His personality clashes with mine, so I don’t typically talk to him one on one. But he’s part of the group. We all poke fun at him, but we all poke fun at everyone. This family of ours wouldn’t be the same without him. It’d be too quiet.

Susannah is a darling. I haven’t seen her as much recently, because she dropped out of the Pathfinder campaign, and I haven’t been at school. But we still talk from time to time here on tumblr, or the very rare occasion we see each other on campus we always stop to give each other a hug and say hello. Because our friend group had a hellish spaghetti mess of relationships, and we had a good relationship through that. The guy I liked liked her, and it was kinda rough, but we just helped each other. Then when that spaghetti mess was over, and I was getting with Sammy, she was one of the people I’d text like “Holy shit Sam is so cute HELP”

Molly is the best. She- like Susannah- isn’t in Pathfinder this semester, so I haven’t seen her as much. But she had a similar position in the spaghetti mess but without being so tied to me. She just was right next to Susannah and was super supportive as well. She was the other person I texted about Sam. Cause group chats. I’d text her and Susannah together. But even though we don’t see each other a ton, we’re still close. Hell we’re looking at getting an apartment together next summer.

I really never think I’m that close to Will. He’s very quiet, and he’s not very affectionate, so it’s sometimes hard to tell if he actually likes being around people or he’s just dealing with us. But, after a year of being around him, I’m pretty sure he does actually like us. I think he’s just introverted. He doesn’t want to get in people’s way, so he sits to the side and is quiet. But also, his character in Pathfinder was 110% tryna get another PC laid and Will and Susannah both were willing to let me in on that. So, yeah, pretty sure Will is cool with me. We just have different ways of showing that.

Joey and Adriana I’ll talk about together, because I swear these two are inseparable. When I first met them I thought they were dating, but no they’re just very affectionate- and I can’t blame them for that. I’m the same way with Scott and Trevi. I’ve still not gotten to talk to them a ton, but the conversations I’ve had with them have been good. They seem very light hearted on the surface, just comparing ourselves to our characters, but really that says a lot about us.

Freddie and Michael, I’ll also put together. Not because they’re together all the time, but because I have less to say about them. I don’t know either as well, but they’re both very warm people. It’s easy to become friends with these two. Freddie loves to rub my hair, cause of course half of it is shaved. Michael’s just akin to a ray of sunshine tbh.

Trevi. Where do I even start? To just say you’re my friend isn’t enough. You’re more than that. You’re fun to be around and talk to, and dance with. You’re relatable and silly and serious and helpful and supportive. You’ve given me a place to sleep when I was too tired to go home. When you graduated I was terrified of you leaving, either going back home or going out to Cali to get a doctorate, cause I knew you’d talked about it. I didn’t wanna lose you. I’d just gotten to know you. Then you stayed here, and I’m glad. Cause you’re my friend and I love you. A couple weeks ago as you were leaving you signed “I love you”. You had your back turned but there was a window in front of you, so idk if you saw, but I signed it back. Cause I really do.

Now Scott. You sir, have literally changed my life. I would not have met most of the people I’ve talked about. I’d have met Trevi, but without D&D as a common ground, idk that we’d have ended up so close. So thank you, for introducing me to D&D. Thank you for being my DM. Because honestly, no matter how many DMs I have, no matter how great they are. You will always be my DM, because you were the first. And now, you’re graduating. You’re leaving school, and you’re going to Columbia. I’m gonna miss you. As selfish as it is, I don’t want you to leave. I’m glad you’re going to keep moving forward, as we all should. But fucking hell will I miss you. You’ve led me on adventures, fighting monsters and demons, I’ve made pacts with Eldritch gods and become War itself. So you go. You go, live your adventures. Write your stories and play your parts. Keep Moving Forward. But you better get your ass back here and visit from time to time okay? Cause I’m gonna miss you. I’m gonna miss your free hugs, and the meowing, and the hair ruffles, and hugs so tight I feel like you’re bout to crack a rib, and the games, and the stories, and just everything. I’m gonna miss you, and I love you.

This past year, and every one of the people I’ve mentioned have changed me. There’s more people I could talk about. Alea, and Brooke, and Tommy, and Sammy, and Tahli, and Sebastian, and Kenna. My actual family. My cousin and my best friend, who I don’t feel the need to write about, because duh I appreciate them. Duh I love them. Tommy and Sammy who’ve both had their own impacts. Who have both changed my life in their own ways. Then Tahli, Kenna, and Sebastian. My nieces and nephew. Tahli, who wormed her way into my heart in an instant, and got me to a place where I actually cared for the other two. Because for so long I shrugged at Kenna. She lives across the country she’s not gonna know me. But then when Sebastian came along, I was so used to Tahli and her reaction any time I walk in the door. Then Sebastian got hurt, and it wrecked me. Because no, he’s tiny, he’s fragile, this shouldn’t happen to a six month old baby. I was so scared to hold him at Thanksgiving because I didn’t want to hurt him.

I just. I love my friends. I love that I can say that. Because two years ago I hardly had friends to love, and I certainly didn’t feel like they should love me back. Last year I had a few more friends, and I was feeling a bit better about myself. But this year I’ve realized. It’s not just that I have friends that I love. But that they love me just as much. During intermediate acting Abby called me a yankee candle, cause I apparently had a warm, homey, aura. I felt like that was weird, cause I’m so used to being Shadow. I’m used to being ignore, glanced over. But then suddenly, I have friends that won’t do that. Friends that pay attention and love me. I’m still not sure how to handle that, but I’m doing the best I can.

#personal #heyo its a new year #college life #except only sorta

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