#gets drunk for the first time in his life and is introduced to becky's future mom. who drunkenly assumes that if he's an o'shea he must be

[bobmckenzie]

every time I think about the backstory I made up for Danny and Becky's mom I have to laugh... the hoops I went through just so I could say they weren't in love with each other... 💀💀💀

[baretklap]

Hypnotic Short #3: Cocktail Party

Having experienced the surreal journey of going from being a lovable but underachieving underdog to quite possibly the biggest star in professional wrestling industry in span of just 3 years, Becky Lynch knew she had every right to enjoy her life now that all of her hard work had paid off in a massive way. Her newly-found success was so big that it even surpassed the realm of professional wrestling, landing the gorgeous Irish women some very distinguished roles in Hollywood movies. Her latest role was her biggest one to date, so was the latest movie she was a part of, where Becky had the opportunity to work with one of the fastest rising, young directors in the entire film industry. The movie was considered both a commercial and a critical success, just like her own performance. And after everything would be set and done, she would be going back to her cute little fiancé and to the world of professional wresting in general to continue where she had left off: At the top. So, yeah, being Becky Lynch pretty much equaled winning at life, it felt good to be her. And it certainly felt good to be a guest at the cocktail party that the director of her last movie had thrown because of the success of their last movie, partially because it was a damn good party with some absolutely delicious cocktails and partially because she wanted to celebrate her success, knowing she deserved to spoil herself between putting every bit of acting skill she had possessed into this movie and having to put every bit of her wrestling skills into WWE. Being ‘The Man’ didn’t come easy, after all. With a glass of cocktail already in her hand, her sight turned to the director who seemed to have a fun conversation with two women who she recognized from the make-up team. Looking at him reminded her that she could thank him for putting this party together…and she supposed she could thank him for being a good director too. Becky definitely knew how much bad directing could take away from good performances and the director being a man who always knew what he wanted definitely helped get the best performance out of her. So, Becky slowly got closer to them without them being aware of her presence, waiting for him to finish whatever he was telling to the girls. “…and then, the man admits that he had been having an affair with his secretary and they were at her house but the wife looks at his shoes and says ‘Liar, you’ve been playing golf!’.’’ The joke seemed to generate some small chuckles amongst the three and that’s when Becky stepped in after taking another sip from her delicious cocktail, swiftly entering the conversation with her speciality: a pun. “Ah, yes, my favourite type of golf course…the Inter Course!” Her own joke successfully extended the duration of collective laughter for a few seconds before everyone was ready to let the conversation continue. “Hey, Becky.” The director greeted her casually, which caused the wrestling star to tap his shoulder with a fist in a playful manner. “Hey.” “How have you been?” “Meh. Nothing special. Just enjoying the party like everyone else.” “Good to hear that.” The director said with a smile as Becky took another sip which caused a slight sense of warmth before the director took a glare at the two women and turning back to the redhead again. “So, you remember Marie and Michelle, right? From the make-up department.” Becky shook her head as a ‘yes’ before reaching to the make-up specialists with her hand, which they shook without any hesitation while holding a glass of half-drunk cocktail themselves with their other hands. “Hello, I’m Marie.” “Michelle.” Becky slightly eyed the two artists as they introduced themselves. Marie was the blonde one with short blonde hair while Michelle wore glasses and had her black hair in a tight bun. After having learned their names and which one is which, Becky once again turned to the director. “Well, you seemed to have a conversation before my arrival.” The director just raises one hand and jokingly dismisses it. “It was nothing. Marie and Michelle were just about to leave anyway.” Becky did not see the initial surprised expression on the make-up artist’ faces which obviously meant that the prospect of them leaving was news to them. That definitely helped the former wrestling champion to believe that they were actually leaving. The two women then spoke simultaneously before taking their leave. “Yes, director.” Becky looked a little puzzled about that phrase which the director took awareness of and reacted in a pretty dismissive tone as well. “Yeah, it’s a thing for some reason. Maybe they get off on that, who knows?” The director shrugged and Becky shrugged too, clearly not the type to judge people for their fetishes. The wrestling star then broke the awkward silence, with the intention to drag the conversation away from the fetish talk. “So, cool party, huh?” That once again put a smile on his face. “Yeah.” Becky took another sip as she came to the end of her glass. She then put the glass down on the nearest table before taking yet another. She could not get enough of those cocktails, she would admit to herself. “Someone likes the cocktails too much, I see.” The director now said in a playful tone, clearly seeing how quick she grabbed another glass after finishing one. “Yup, definitely cannot lie about that. They’re delicious.” Becky pretty much admitted defeat on that front as she continued to drink and feel good. Hands down the best cocktail she had ever tasted. “Glad to hear that…because I’ll give you a secret. It’s actually my recipe.” What? Becky definitely did not believe her ears at first. And after coming terms with the fact that she had really heard what she had heard, her brain did not believe the revelation. “You gotta be bullshitting me, surely?” The smug smile on his face did not give away if what he said was true or not. “I organized this party, that means I should know what cocktails to use in a cocktail party, right? I’m not bullshitting you. And don’t call me Shirley.” It only gained him another pseudo-punch in the shoulder as Becky could not contain a little laughter of her own as well. She then raised her glass slowly to hold it close to his face. “Okay, if this goodness is your invention, then you will have no problem telling me what did you put inside of this to make this so good.” The response coming from the director was just him raising his hands and slightly tilting his head. “Let it be my secret.” “A decent director. And a damn good cocktail maker too. Consider me impressed.” The director comically puts his hand on his chest to fake take offence to that. “Decent? You really know how to compliment a man, do you?” The two then shared a lengthy laugh amongst themselves before the director asked a question that would turn this conversation to a more serious tone from all this friendly banter. “So, what’s next for Becky Lynch? Are you willing to take another movie project? I mean, you’ve been climbing the stairs pretty fast and that’s damn impressive, trust me.” Becky very much knew a thing or two about climbing the stairs fast. It had been the same way in wrestling too after she clearly found the perfect character to play and started to impress enough people and right people too to finally give her the opportunities she felt she truly deserved. And once she had gotten them, she grabbed them by the balls and never let go, not just becoming the biggest female wrestler in WWE, but becoming the biggest wrestler in WWE period. Her ability to climb the stairs pretty fast after getting the right opportunities definitely helped her career in Hollywood, leading her to here and having this conversation with the director that helped her a lot, if Becky had to be honest and not just give herself all the credit. But, even though Becky knew she also had a bright future in Hollywood, her heart was in another place, the place that made her the woman she was today, the place her fiancé also worked, the place she never imagined leaving at all. Taking yet another sip from her new glass of cocktail and letting it make her feel comfortable enough to give an answer, she finally said so. “I’m thinking about returning to WWE, so no definite movie projects in the future for me.” The director did not seem very happy to hear that, but he hid it well even though Becky knew her answer didn’t make him the happiest person in the world. She wanted to see the director happy, so that was a shame. After a few seconds of another silence, the director broke it this time. “To be honest, I never quite got ‘professional wrestling’. I always thought WWE or places like that only consisted of athletic and muscular people with minimal talent at acting at best. That’s why working with you definitely surprised me, no offence.” “None taken.” The Irish woman replied pretty quickly before continuing to talk. “Those criticisms…well, they aren’t entirely wrong. But, they are kinda like my family. Even my fiancé works there, so it’s not that bad. It’s something that I enjoy a lot. I could not have become myself without WWE. And I hope you understand that, understand how important it is for me.” The expression on his face gave away that he understood, he even backed down a little. “If you say so, then I have no choice but to trust your judgement, Becky.” Becky was glad that he understood, the director was definitely an understanding man, which he proved yet again after proving it time after time during the filming process. “By the way, Becky, I was hoping to ask you something. Can we get to somewhere more private?” Becky raised an eyebrow at that, being confused but after taking another gulp, she complied with less but still remaining confusion on her mind as the director lead her to the terrace of the building they were holding the party. While following him, Becky’s eyes remained only on the director. Come to think of it, she was really feeling comfortable and warm enough to freely think about how attractive he was without her thoughts shifting once more to her fiancé and leaving her in a moral dilemma about what would be considered a betrayal to their love. The director-actress(wrestler) duo finally reached to their destination. The terrace wasn’t very crowded but it did not seem like the private place where the director could ask whatever he was going to ask to her. At least two people were near a cocktail table and drinking. After paying close attention to them, Becky realized that they were Marie and Michelle. Before she could interact with them, the director addresses them. “Hey, ladies. We meet again. I need a private place to speak with Miss Lynch, so can you leave at least until our conversation is over?” Becky watches as the make-up artists once again speak at the same time like the time they were inside. “Yes, director.” The two ladies then left again, leaving enough space for Becky and the director to have their private chat without anyone else hearing. But her mind was partially on the ‘yes, director’ thing and how Marie and Michelle did not hesitate to do what the director demanded from them even for a single moment. The director had quite the dominant personality in the set too, Becky now remembered. But she didn’t remember seeing his dominance made her felt something before. But this time, watching him order Marie and Michelle enough definitely made her feel weird…but in a good way…did she have the same fetish? Becky didn’t know and thankfully she didn’t need to think much further about it as the director interrupted her thoughts. “The night sky definitely looks beautiful.” Becky could not help but agree, but her admiration for the night sky is short-lived as she cannot help herself but to ask. “So, what were you going to ask me?” “Oh, right. So, I was going to ask you to consider making the shift to Hollywood full-time. I can help you with that, hell, I will gladly help you with that. Just…Becky, just know that you are too good for WWE.” There was that topic again. She was definitely uncomfortable with any thoughts of leaving WWE completely in behind of her. Why didn’t he just let it go? She knew that he held her in very high regard and there was no doubt that he wanted at least what he thought was best for her, but Becky wasn’t so sure she could agree with him despite how compelling of a person the director might be. “Look, I appreciate your offer and I’m definitely flattered by how highly you think of me. But deep down, at my core, at my heart, I’m a wrestler. The whole cinema thing, working with you, they’ve all been wonderful experiences for me, but I…I don’t know if I can just let my old life go like that at all. I just don’t want to forget where I came from…I just…can’t.” Becky sounded gradually more sadder as she rejected his offer, the reason being just that. Rejecting an offer from the director, going against his wishes like that…just made her feel sad. But it was a sadness she felt she deserved to feel by just rejecting something the director wanted. She…really wasn’t sure at all. “I…understand, Becky. Look, it was just a suggestion, alright? No need to get so tense about it. I’m sorry for making you feel like this.” Becky now felt even more sad that he felt sorry because of her. He was such an indulgent man. She wasn’t even sure if she had met a more indulgent man in her entire life. Her thoughs were once again interrupted as the director pointed to the table near them, which had more glasses of cocktails. Becky then realized that her glass was empty as well. She chuckled to herself, she guessed she loved the cocktails so much that she subconsciously made herself finish it without realizing she did that. “Looks like Marie and Michelle had left some more for us. Why don’t you drink some more, it’ll help you relax.” The director was right. She needed to drink some more of his amazing cocktails so she could relax. So she did. With each sip, she felt warmer, more relaxed. With each glass, she felt…more aroused. The cocktails were just…that good. So…heavenly. Heavenly cocktails made by a heavenly man… Becky just loved it. Utterly and throughoughly. Becky just drank…and watched the director as the moonlight exposed his good looks even more. He looked so dashing, even more so than… “So, tell me about wrestling then, Becky. Tell me about what about it that you love so much and maybe I’ll understand too.” Another wave of warmth washed through the Irish woman’s body as the man she was passionate about asked her about her job which she was also passionate about. She was quick to start talking after that. “I like…being an inspiration for millions, having a massive fanbase that will always have my back. I also li-“ Becky was caught unprepared and was taken aback when the director cuts her in the middle of her sentence. Did she say something wrong? “You can have all of that in Hollywood too. Well, Becky, I think even you can admit that wrestling fans in general are…kind of shitty. And there’s no guarantee that they won’t turn their back on you, now, is there?” The woman that once oozed confidence from her every fibre of being was reduced to an uncertain and weak mess and she didn’t even know why, she didn’t even think about why. She was just dominated in the conversation by the director…which definitely didn’t help her arousal problem. God yes, she definitely loved being dominated by him like that. Her reply came as uncertain as weak as she was. “B-but they didn’t before…” “Before.” The director had said that with so much confidence that Becky felt something inside her twitch. “You don’t know that, Becky. Look, I’m not even a wrestling fan but even I know that one day, they will just throw you aside like a strawberry bubblegum that had been chewed too much and left without any taste. Are you a strawberry bubblegum?” “I-It’s not like t-“ “Do you want to be a strawberry bubblegum?” She didn’t. She didn’t want to be thrown aside. She didn’t want to left without any taste and flavour. “No, I don’t want to be a strawberry bubblegum.” The director was smiling at both hearing that and hearing her say that with such confidence that definitely triumphed her earlier lack of confidence while she tried to resist his words, his ideas. And now that she was coming along to his way of thinking, it felt more right so she could tell it with that amount of confidence. “Then all you need to do is to quit WWE, quit wrestling and use your talents in a field that isn’t several levels below your talent.” With his each suggestion, the prospect of leaving wrestling completely behind her seemed more and more appealing and Becky both loved and hated it. Her lips formed the proper shape, her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth to properly make the ‘y’ sound that would soon turn into a ‘yes’, but suddenly, the thought of her fiancé managed to delay the inevitable by just a little. “I…have a fiancé. I don’t know if I can leave him behind. I’m so sorry.” Becky didn’t even want to look at the director’s face, having convinced herself that the director will be definitely displeased by her answer. But when she very meekly took the slightest glance at him, she realized that he was actually smirking. “You don’t have to leave him behind, Bex. He’s your fiancé, afterall, it’s not like you’re going to split up just because you changed careers.” That made perfect sense to Becky, it wasn’t like she was going to stop seeing him completely. It wasn’t like she was going to betray him like that. It wasn’t like she was going to betray their love, was it? Was it? Could she really give a clear answer to that question? God, Becky really didn’t know, and the unanswered question just felt her more uncomfortable with herself. “Just like I said, Becky, quit WWE and start working for me. You’ll get a part in every movie that I will make from now on. One day, you’ll even be cast as my main character. And even maybe, you can even work in much bigger movies with me.” At that point, what made sense to Becky was what came out of the director’s mouth. She also realized that she had emptied all the glasses in the table subconsciously. She also realized that she was dripping wet, staring at the perfect man, the director, her director… “Accept my offer, Becky and I’ll make you even a bigger star then you already are.” Becky didn’t need to do much thinking at this point, not that thinking came easy to her now, having drunk so many of that wonderful cocktails. Just repeating what the director said was easier, and more preferable. “…a bigger star…yeah..” She said, no, she repeated like a parrot, and it felt so good, letting his words become hers like that. The director seemed very pleased with her too, so she must’ve been doing something right. “What do you say now? How do you feel about my offer?” How did she feel? As Becky felt her body burning with warmth and pleasure, there wasn’t a variety of answers she could give but to state the obvious truth to him. “I feel…hot.” “I know.” He said with that same smug smile. That sexy smile. “I feel…horny.” “I know. Do you want me to take care of that?” Becky nodded with longing and desire, truly wanting the director to fuck her senseless and not hiding that anymore. “How about your fiancé? What would he think?” Becky didn’t know. She only knew that she wanted the director, she needed the director, her body craved his touch right now. She didn’t answer, instead, her hands started to wander all over her body, now flat-out rubbing herself through her clothes. That’s how out of her mind she was with horniness. Watching all of these events unfold made the director even chuckle. That was good. If he was laughing, that meant she had pleased him somehow, if only he would please her like that. “You don’t care about him anymore.” It wasn’t a question. It was a sentence, no, more than a sentence, a fact that had been her new reality. “I don’t care about him anymore.” “You want me so bad.” “I want you so bad.” “But you have to accept my offer if you want to have me, Becky.” She would do anything. “Then I’ll accept. I’ll accept anything you want.” “Are you going to quit WWE and work for me from now on?” Anything. “Yessss….” “Will you be my cute little actress?” Of course. “I’ll be your cute little actress!” “Will you leave your fiancé?” Obviously. She would gladly dump him if it was what it would take for him to lay her down and fuck her like no tomorrow. “Yess…I don’t care about him anymore.” Another chuckle escaped his lips. Another moan escaped her lips. “You know, working for me won’t be easy, do you?” It meant that she would be working for him nonetheless. “I don’t care.” “You will have to do everything I ‘direct’ you to do.” Was that supposed to be a drawback to the job or something? “That’s even better.” “Do you want to be directed by me all the time?” Becky didn’t even know how bigger of a ‘yes’ she could give him, so she just resorted to her words. “I want you to direct me all the time.” “Are you an obedient little girl for your director?” Was there any doubt? “Yes, oh god, I’m an obedient little girl for my director.” “A slutty pet for your director.” “Yes, everything you say.” “While knowing I made those cocktails with special chemicals that would make you my helpless little puppet.” So, that was his secret. He drugged her and messed with her mind to make her feel like this. Becky could not think of something that’s at least as half as hot as this.

“I don’t care, I want to be your helpless little puppet.” “Knowing those cocktails effectively melted your mind and will so I could easily manipulate you like this?” Especially knowing all those things. “I love it.” “You love what?” “You melting my mind and manipulating me like this. Turns me on…so much.” “So, do you accept my offer?” “Yes.” “Yes, what?” Oh, she knew the answer to that! She had heard it from Marie and Michelle! “Yes…director.” The smile on his face upon hearing her say those words was priceless and Becky would always keep that picture in her mind and would love and cherish it forever. “Very good, now get on your knees Becky…and close your eyes.” “Yes, director.”

[fallenandthefaithless]

SPN 15x04

So where do I even begin with such an amazing episode? Perez offered us a brilliant episode full of meta moments and lots of empty spaces that all begin to point towards the end of the road, or at least suggestions of it.

I’ve put this under a keep reading because it got much longer than I anticipated. Ooops.

First off, Sam. Oh Sam. That was a horrifying nightmare and no wonder he seems despondent throughout the episode until the end. All those losses are weighing on him and then, in the time where he is supposed to find some peace he instead is greeted by visions of dead bodies filling their home and ending in Dean’s own death and Sam’s return to the monstrous. That’s enough to fuck anyone up. I found it interesting that Sam was the one reaching out to the vice principal and talking Billy’s parents down by himself. He has no patience left and calls the parents out on their selfish attitude in the face of a childs death. And that is something that this season hasn’t given much space to yet; Sam’s grief over Jack. So far we have only glimpsed Dean’s grief and, most clearly, Cas’ grief.

Sam goes on to mention how other people get a chance to live a normal life. His attitude with this idea is juxtaposed with Dean’s who thinks that at least other people get that chance because of what the Winchesters do. Sam is struggling to hold on to the sense of purpose he used to have. He used to be certain that what they did mattered because of the people they saved (12x18). But now, having lost Jack , Mary and Rowena, he is reeling and believes that its not fair that they have to be the ones always fighting to save regular people while continually losing the people that they care about. This is Sam’s rock bottom and it is highlighted through two callbacks. 

The first is in the nightmare as Sam becomes monstrous though his consumption of demon blood, a direct callback to season four - another time when he was at rock bottom having lost Dean. The second callback was when Sam mentioned Jessica whose death was the trigger for his return to hunting. Which makes it extra interesting that next week we return to the names Sam and Dean used in 1x02, the first episode after Sam lost Jessica.

Secondly, Dean. Where do I even start? Dean is not coping. At all. He is eating or drinking in almost every scene. This behaviour is reminiscent of 13x05 when Sam was trying to help get Dean back on his feet after losing Cas and Mary. He was shown to be eating a lot of bacon (meat man), the hangover from copious drinking and, of course, hunting. In 15x04 Dean’s first scene involves him eating bacon and introducing a case to Sam. He then goes onto eat pretzels and hot dogs in later scenes (more meat as well as salty food - he’s missing the sweet food in his life. Remember salted caramel? The best of both worlds - a balance between salty and sweet but that balance is gone now.). He also carries a flask around with him and is drinking on the job. 

In 13x05 Sam thought he was helping Dean but Dean still felt hopeless. So hopeless in fact that he willingly killed himself to communicate with the ghosts in the house. He no longer cared about his own life. He needed a win. Interestingly 13x05 was written by Steve Yockey who also wrote next weeks episode, 15x05. I think next weeks episode will be the breaking point for Dean, or at least the beginning of it. After all, he needs his win back, even if he hasn’t verbalised it even to himself yet. The eating, drinking and hunting didn’t help Dean get back on his feet. It was the return of Cas. And Cas only came back to him after Dean verbalised how the loss of Cas affected him (13x03). I think Dean is going to have to admit to himself how much he wants Cas back before Cas will actually return and this could potentially happen in 15x07 with the return of an old hunting friend.

Another thing Dean’s behaviour in this episode reminded me of was season seven. I can’t recall if we’ve seen Dean carrying a flask of alcohol around with him on hunts since then. I may be wrong on that but even if I am it was explicitly made a plot point of season seven with Bobby’s flask. Dean’s drinking in that season escalated to such a point that he and Sam were surprised Dean could even get drunk anymore (7x18). And this excessive drinking was directly linked to the loss of Cas in 7x05 when Dean woke up from nightmares of Cas’ death and immediately reached for a beer bottle.

The loss of Cas is shown through Dean’s attempts at coping, which are not going to work, and also through the pointed absence of Cas from conversation. When he lists the people they have lost Cas is conspicuously absent. Yes, Cas is not dead unlike Mary, Jack and Rowena but he is “dead to [Dean]” or at least Cas believes so. He is not part of Sam and Dean’s lives at this point and has been removed from the story just like the others. And this absence is noted by our unexpected hero of the episode.

Dabb proved once more that one of the strengths of his era is rewriting previous story lines and allowing characters to change and grow and, in Becky’s case, find their happiness. He allows past characters, such as Garth, to find a new life that fulfils them in a way that their lives before didn’t.

And so we come to Becky who is now married with kids and has combined her love for Supernatural and her new life in a way that grants her creative freedom and an income. She also, and mostly notably, writes fanfiction in which the boys find their own happiness, a life with fewer monsters. Becky has gotten her win and found her happiness and now she wishes the same for the people she loves too.

She also critiques God’s work, calling him out on his writing and the lack of good plot, classic rock and Cas, which I’ve discussed here. She confirms in this statement that Cas is integral to the story. There are figurines and plushies of him littered throughout her home alongside those of Sam and Dean.

Once Chuck rewrites the story Becky is horrified for two reasons. For how unfair it is to the boys and how unfair it is to the fans. This makes me hopeful for Chuck’s ending to be subverted. Becky has been the voice of the fandom in this episode; wanting more Cas, wanting happiness for the characters. She fights back against the writer and demands better for the characters she loves. The writer, self-proclaimed as God, removes the fan from the story, wrestling control and focus back onto himself. The writer struggling with letting go of his characters can’t listen to the fans as he grapples with his own worth as a writer. However, Becky is not killed only vanished. I would bet actual money that this is not the last we’ll see of her. She is our voice after all.

I find it ironic that by including Becky and her continual love for the story and characters, Perez has confirmed that the writers are listening. They give Becky a chance to defend Sam and Dean and they give her a voice against God. Her love for Supernatural is no longer destructive and dangerous but fulfilling and relatable. And it is she who is given the chance to critique the “hopeless” story. Chuck is the big bad and his version of the story cannot be allowed to happen. It’s not fair for anyone involved and ironically that includes Chuck. His identity is bound up in his role of the writer and he is clinging to control. However, as the big bad, Chuck must be defeated in some way. He must relinquish his control over the story and hand the reins over to his characters.

This episode is all about control; Chuck’s control over his story, Billy’s parents control over his future and Dean’s control over his emotions. And just like what happened to Billy, this control isn’t healthy and can’t be allowed to continue. Billy’s parents lost their control when Billy confronted what he truly was and submitted to Sam and Dean’s plan. And so too must these other forms of control. Dean will give in and be forced to confront his emotions and Chuck will be forced to confront his characters once more.

[thelastifntdragonrider]

HI! I’m putting all of the things i’ve been tagged in from the past couple of weeks that i haven’t answered yet bc i’m working hard on an admission portfolio for university and i really want to get into Sheridan, so yep lots of work and lots of art. i am also working on the HTTYD fandom reading (please sign up) and the next chapters of J’Imagine and No Cannon Shall Sink This Ship. Anyways, onto the tagged: 

get to know me meme: tagged by @animalsarepeople2​ thank youuuu! 

nicknames: Kei / Keiko *i explain this in a question down there somewhere 

Gender: Female 

Star Sign: Libra

MBTI Type: INFJ 

Height: 163cm 

Time: 17:07 (by the time I finished all of these it’s 18:36) 

Birthday: February 25 

Favourite Bands: Beatles, Young Rising Sons, Clean Bandits, Lovelyz, Infinite 

Favourite Solo Artists: Ailee, Ed Sheeran 

Song Stuck in My Head: 1cm by Lovelyz 

Last Movie Watched: Charlie and the Chocolate Factory with Johnny Depp

Last Show Watched: I just binge watched Stranger Things 

When I created my blog: July 15, 2013/June 27, 2017

What I post about: httyd, animated movies, animation

Last thing I Googled: information about Sheridan and character rotation 

Other blogs I have: my main blog @tokkeiko

Following: 100, though I want to find more good blogs, any recs anyone? 

Followers: in total from both blogs, 200 or something 

Favourite colour: Green 

Average hours of sleep: 8-ish 

Lucky number: 7

Instruments: piano, oboe 

What I’m wearing: jeans and my current favourite sweater which is grey with gold spots 

Number of blankets: I need to remember to find another one bc my room is freezing when I wake up in the morning

Dream Job: story artist at Disney 

Dream trip: i just want to get out of my city rn 

Favourite food: i’m just hungry rn, give me anything, but favourite food, among others, is salted caramel truffle blizzard from the good old DQ (#lovemydq) 

Music ask, tagged by @yv-sketches THANKS!!!! 

10 songs that you are listening to right now; 

my current favourite playlist is called Shut Up and Dance:

“Elle Me Dit” Mika 

“Red Balloon” Charli XCX 

“Dancing in the Dark” Rihanna 

“Shut Up and Dance” Walk the Moon

“Red and Gold” Young Rising Sons 

“Can’t Stop the Feeling” Justin Timberlake 

“Better When I’m Dancing” Meghan Trainor 

“I Bet My Life” Imagine Dragons 

“Into a Fantasy” Alexander Rybak 

“Get Back Up Again” Anna Kendrick

Tag Game, taggged by @thepurplewriter333 ty friend-o! 

Nicknames: Keiko/Kei/Spirit/Sweet Potato 

Gender: Female

Star Sign; Pisces 

Height: 163cm 

Sexuality: probably straight 

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff!!!

Favourite animals: uhhhh... orcas probably 

Average hours spent sleeping: 8 i think, i’m not bothering with math rn 

Dogs or cats: KITTY, all of my sibilings have a significant other and all of their significant others’ have cats and why can’t I have a s/o with a cat???

number of blankets sleeping: during the winter, aka now already, two 

Dream trip: geeeeetttt meeeee ouuuuttt offf thissss citttyyyyy

Dream job: Story artist at Disney 

when I made this account: June 27. 2017

why I made this account: bc i wanted a place to reblog all of the httyd stuff without loosing followers on my other blog 

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Song You Listened To: Shooting Star by Lovelyz

Time You Cried: uhhhhhhhh... oh, like a month ago, it was a bad week and then I watched Home and my emotions were already out of wack so I basically sobbed near the end 

Have you: 

Dated someone twice: Nope 

Kissed someone and regretted it: Nope, i’m boring

Been cheated on: nope 

Lost someone special: nope 

Been depressed: i feel like it’s hard to be a university student and not get depressed 

Gotten drunk and thrown up: i am a boring party person and yeah, no i haven’t 

List 3 favourite colours: 

Green

Blue 

Gold 

In the last year have you: 

made new friends: Yeahhhh

fallen out of love: nopppeee...?

Laughed until you cried: like every other day

Found someone was talking about you: in a good way; nope. In a bad way: yeah too many times

found out who your friends are: yeahhhhhh

kissed someone on your FB list: okay someday, i’ll have more interesting answers 

General: 

how many FB friends do you know IRL: 99% of them 

Do you have any pets: nope 

Do you want to change your name: i recently thought about dropping my middle name, but like it has significance to my parents so probably won’t happen and my middle name doesn’t do anything so idk 

what did you do for your last birthday: Keep in mind that I turned 18: my friends and I went to Build-A-Bear and they got me a Build-A-Bear Toothless. 

What time do you wake up: my alarms on early days are 7:00, 7:05, 7:15, 7:25, 7:35, 7:45, 8:00. I naturally wake up at 9-ish 

What were you doing at midnight last night: Sleeping :D 

Name something you can’t wait for: to (hopefully) get accepted into Sheridan and start a new adventure out there.

When was the last time you saw your mom: she’s in the kitchen with me 

what is one thing you wish you could change in your life: i wish that I could’ve figured out what I wanted to do with life so that I could’ve started Sheridan this year 

What are you listening to right now: Sheridan portfolio reviews, tips, etc. (Starting to see a pattern here?) 

Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: friend’s dad. he’s a cool dad. 

Something that is getting on your nerves: when people are packing up their stuff before the professor is finished talking in the last 5 minutes of class. URGH stop moving ppl this stuff is important 

Most visited website: FB, YT, tumblr 

Mole(s): couple

Mark(s): I have freckles (might be moles) on each cheek under both eyes. 

Childhood dream: when you’re a kid, you’re really only exposed to teacher, doctor, police man and whatever your parents are. I think I defaulted to an artist when adults asked. 

Hair colour: black, I have silver hairs though, they stick out on the black hair a lot 

long or short hair: I always grow my hair out and then cut off 12 inches to donate to cancer wigs  

Do you have a crush on someone: not currently, though i had a crush on a guy for like 5 years, so even now, 5 years later, I get happy when I think about him 

Piercings: no, i really think a conch piercing would be nice though 

Blood type: ... A I think, i’ve never gotten tested, but according to genetics, I should be an A 

Nicknames: my full name is Keiko, but everyone called me Kei as a kid, but during high school, I started introducing myself as Keiko, so some people call me Kei, some people call me Keiko, one of them is a nickname, depending on which way you think about it, 

Relationship Status: Egg salad. 

Zodiac: Pisces 

Pronouns: She/her

Favourite TV show: Friends 

Right or left handed: Right, but recently I’ve been trying to teach myself to draw with my left hand 

Surgery: Wisdom teeth 

Hair dyed a different colour: nope, but I think I might try a ombre some day 

Sports: ballet since I was 4ish, ballet is a sport, come fight me on it if you dare 

Vacation: a lot of camping when I was younger, I’ve been to Japan twice, and then places across Canada

Pair of trainers: are we talking about trainers as in shoes? bc then ankle high all black vans. 

More General: 

Eating: this is taking so long I stopped and had supper between these sections

Drinking: Double Double (Tim’s coffee, two creams, two sugars), gotta stay AWaaaaaaaaaaKE

I’m about to: draw character designs or go out to coffee shop to study with friends 

Want: to get into Sheridan so so so so so badly 

Get married: I’m still single, want to put my career first, so yep not for a little while 

Career: i’m a cake decorator rn, see my cakes on my insta @tanakeiart 

Hugs or Kisses: hUG mE

Lips or eyes: Eyes, (though I am supper bad at making eye contact) 

Shorter or taller: would be nice to be slightly taller... 

Older or younger: like to date or something? I think high school rule is a good rule, but rn looking at niners mAN they are tiny

Nice arms or stomach: arms to hug meeeeee

Sensitive or loud: i think I would need a loud person to compliment me 

Hook up or relationship: relationship bc you have a standing plus one to everything and rn being single I have to text like 5 friends to find someone to go with me to something 

Troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant 

Have you ever: 

kissed a stranger: Nope 

Drank hard liquor: I only have like four months until my 19th so like i’ll go drinking then 

Lost Glasses/contact lenses: funny story: family and i were in Japan and we were at Kinkaku-ji and then i realize that one of my eyes have gone fuzzy, so thinking that there is something on the lens, i take my glasses off and my lens had fallen out of the frame. my family literally crawled around trying to find my lost lens, we did find it, but we couldn’t find a small screw that would hold the lens in. my dad fixed it with a twist tie.

turned someone down: nobody likes me so nobody has asked me so i have never turned someone down 

broken someone’s heart: no 

had your heart broken: yeah, by a friend. It is shATTERing 

been arrested: not even a parking ticket in my name 

cried when someone died: no, i am some kind of emotionless egg

fallen for a friend: my heart easily leaps and often trips falls and gets lost

Do you believe in:

yourself: yes, I believe that I can get in, I believe that I can be what I want to be. 

Miracles: I believe in karma more than miracles 

Love at first sight: yes, but not in the way that media portrays it 

Santa claus: nah 

Kiss on the first date: this is weirdly phrased. 

other: 

current best friend name: becky 

Eye colour: brown 

Favourite movie: the other day i was procrastinating and made an official list of favourite movies, which still has a lot of ties: 1/2: httyd 1/2, 3/4: moana, big hero 6, 5/6/7: wreck it ralph, tangled, rise of the guardians,  8/9/10: back to the future 1-3 

wow that took a lot of time, but thanks for tagging me! I’m tagging @thepurplewriter333 @yv-sketches and @animalsarepeople2 on the ones that you didn’t tag me in! also tagging @katlikespie @crazilexa and @fading-shadows for whichever one/s you want to do! 

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[RF] Every Town has them

I came from a small community in North Carolina called Race Car City where car racing is king. Our fathers and grandfathers either raced a car, worked for the racing industry or had some type of connection to it. Nearly everyone except for one family which I will mention later in this story.

I guess I should introduce myself, My name is Jill Mason Lewis. My father George Mason raced cars mostly dirt racing. He also was a NASCAR driver for a couple of years but went back to the dirt racing.

My story begins in the summer of 1973. In downtown Race City there is a cafe called the Race City Cafe. A lot of the high school kids liked to hang out there. I had dated a guy named David Bolts on and off. He wasn't really my boyfriend. We dated in between boyfriends and girlfriends. He broke up with me a couple of weeks earlier and started dating Katie Bowman who was a incoming freshman at Race City High. I'm going to be a senior.

Like many other high school boys in the community, David raced cars.

I don't why that got me very angry (David dating Katie) but it did. I friend of mine who was one of the waitresses at the Cafe called me on her break and said that they were there with friends. It was about 7:00 pm.

My shift at McDonalds ended at 7:30 pm and I walked down there. It was about 2 blocks. I confronted Katie Bowman and told her that David was a jerk. She told me to get lost and told me that I was jealous of her.

"Jealous of you. Really!" I said although what she said was true.

"Well, you wouldn't be here if you weren't." said someone at the cafe.

I turned around and saw Bill Lewis who was a race car driver. He was several years older than me.

"What do you know?" I said.

"Well, you know Jill, every town has the guy who likes the ladies and the ladies like him. This is David."

David smiled and agreed with him.

"I also like to trade them in when I'm tired of them which I did with Jill. Got tired of you and traded you in for someone younger, certainly much nicer than you are."

"You see what I mean, Jill. Every town has one." said Bill.

For about a minute no one said anything. Me and Katie stared at each other and tried to stare each other down.

"Well, Katie I guess when he's tired of you, he'll trade you in for someone else." I said matter of factly.

"NO he will not. You weren't nice to him and talked about him. It's your fault he left you."

"Jill go pester someone else. Leave me and Katie alone."

I walked out of the cafe and walked home which was two blocks. When I got home, my dad already knew about the verbal argument I had with Katie Bowman. I have no doubt that Miss Bee called him and told him. He didn't say much about it, just mentioned it in passing. I went to bed still angry with David.

A couple of months later Katie was dumped by David. No surprise there although I was the one who comforted her after this happened.

"I could have told you that David was a jerk. Everyone else knew this except for you and Katie Bowman found out as well. Becky Wilson also found out, you know the daughter of the town drunk."my father said after this had happened.

Oh, Yes, Becky Wilson. The more politically correct would say her dad Mark Wilson was the town alcoholic. Like the womanizer, every town has a person who seems to get the official title of the town alcoholic. He wasn't the one who passed out or acted like a fool. He was the mean vicious belligerent drunk who started fights. I can't tell you how many times his daughter or the police would find him passed out at the bar or passed out on the road or in the parking lot of the bar usually with injuries, cuts, bruises, etc. Most of the time he got beat up as he had a mouth on him and when drunk would go up to the biggest and meanest guy in the bar who would react to his insults and verbally abuse by punching him in the face or the nose. He's had several broken noses (no surprise there). He doesn't have many teeth left because he's lost them in fights. A few times he was knocked out cold. One time he decided to harass some guys who were in a biker gang and he nearly lost his life. Still continued drinking.

Becky's mom left when she was very young. Her father was mostly verbally abusive to her although he had hit and slapped her around a couple of times. She knew enough when he was drunk to stay away from him but sometimes she couldn't avoid him. Her brother died of a drug overdose when Becky was 8 years old, so she was all her father had. Despite his bad treatment of him, she loved him and took care of him the best she could.

He was one of the few people who wasn't involved in racing. No one in the racing community would hire him as you can't have someone drunk driving or repairing a car drunk. I can't remember Mark Wilson ever working. He got a check from the government which he used for drinking. Some in the town had a separate bank account for Becky so at least she got decent clothing, food and a roof over their heads. Becky also worked with me at McDonalds.

About a month before the incident in the cafe, Becky came home from work and found her father lying face down in the driveway of their home (which was outside of town) dead. She had walked the mile home. She remembered nearly being run over by a group of teens in a pickup truck who yelled insults at her. These were the men who came to their home after her father had challenged them to a fight. It wasn't a fair fight. These teens came from a neighboring community and their parents were the pillars of their community. Needless to say, the judge believed them when they said it was self-defense and they got off. This was a couple of weeks before graduation.

Becky with the little money she had made sure her father had a proper burial and funeral service. Very few people came. It was me, Katie, our parents and Bill Lewis. Becky was a social outcast and I will admit that I was friendly with her at McDonalds but ignored her much of the time. After her father died, I apologized for my behavior. She forgave me.

After graduation, Becky sold the land and left town. The place was run down due to lack of money. I never expected to see her again. She had been determined to graduate from high school (the first person in her family to do so).

Becky sold the land and property to Morgan Tanner who was the banker in town. He would buy run down property for practically nothing and then sell it for a huge profit. Every town has one of him. He was a retired NASCAR driver (well he was mid-pack average driver). He used the money from racing to go to college and get a degree in finance. He was the banker that all the NASCAR driver in the 50's thru the 70's used.

Guess who bought the property? My future husband Bill Lewis. At that time he had no sense of money. He didn't realize that the property was actually prime property which Becky was protecting. If her father hadn't been murdered on their homestead, she probably would have stayed and made good use of the land. Other didn't see the value in the land until Bill bought the property and built a house on it.

I used to think that he was a jerk and I even told him so. He took a bow and thanked me for complimenting him. I laughed when my father said that I probably would end up marrying Bill. No one thought that Bill would ever get married but in 1978 we got married. He was 36 years old and I was 23 years old.

Epilogue: 2019 I'm now 64 years old. Sadly Bill died last year of lung cancer. He was stubborn and still continued to smoke long after most of his fellow racers had quit. He was forced to smoke outside in the yard. He didn't care as long as he had a place to smoke. We had four children and ten grand-children.

Katie Bowman who I have remain friends with married NASCAR driver Bill Hills in 1983 and they had two sons and two twin granddaughters. One son Kevin Bowman is a top notch NASCAR driver. The other is on Kevin's time as a mechanic.

The womanizer David Boltz was a top notch NASCAR driver who is retired. He married 3 times and has 5 children and two grandchildren. He's currently not married and is one of the commentators. He got away with what he did by saying that he was a sinner and needed God's forgiveness. Katie and I rolled our eyes when we saw the interview that NASCAR reporter Glenda Jones did a couple of years ago.

The song by Sade Smooth Operator in its bits and pieces describes this guy (The entire lyrics aren't here but the ones that describe him are)

He's laughing with another girl (This would be Katie)

And playing with another heart (Mine)

Placing high stakes, making hearts ache (Both of us)

He's loved in seven languages (David Boltz had an international following of girls who admire him)

Jukebox life, diamond nights and ruby lights, high in the sky (He lives the high life)

Heaven help him, when he falls (he had yet to fall although he's admitted mistakes)

Diamond life (Glamour life of a NASCAR champion)

City lights, business nights (Glamour)

No need to ask, he's a smooth operator

Smooth operator

Smooth operator

Smooth operator

Coast to coast, LA to Chicago (NASCAR races)

Across the north and south to Key Largo (world traveler)

Shortly after seeing the NASCAR interview, I turned on the radio and this song came on. How fitting. Some of the lyrics I left out as he wasn't using women for money and isn't a criminal. As far as I know he isn't wanted as you know where he is every week.

What happened to Becky? I knew that she had gone to Florida and she said she would contact me but she didn't. I knew that she loved the ocean and talked about possibly going to Daytona Beach to live. I tried to see if I could find her but no luck. I often thought about her and hoped that she had a good life. Considering the awful life she had, I was concerned about her getting into alcohol or drugs, living on the street or worse.

After Bill found out he had cancer, he was depressed for a couple of months. Shortly before he was diagnosed, his 15 year old beloved Husky dog died. While at Homestead, we decided to go to the animal shelter that was run by a woman named Becky Wilson. This person turned out to be her.

My concern about her being involved in alcohol, drugs and being homeless were true concerns. She was homeless on and off for several years and went thru several rehabs before she was able to straighten out her life. A near death experience was a wake up call for her. Thankfully she had never resorted to prostitution to pay her bills.

Unfortunately, she been a victim of domestic violence in two relationships. She never had any children but was pregnant once (domestic violence ended the pregnancy). About 25 years ago she gave up alcohol drugs and bad relationships. I was glad to see that she'd done well.

This is the end of my story.

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