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whiskeyswifty · 5 months

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Hello, we're not mutuals, but I've been a long-time follower of yours, and I've always associated you with New York. So today, when my job told me they're sending me on a mission there next month, I immediately thought of you haha. This is my very first time visiting. I am staying over a week, but I'll be working weekdays up until like 5 PM. If you have time, could you please recommend me some must do/see things in your opinion? Thank you 💕

this is so incredibly sweet and lovely!! taylor swift move over I'M NEW YORK CITY NOW BITCH!! kiddingggggg but i'm still so warmed by you saying that. I'd be happy to be your unofficial tour guide of sorts, and i'll give you a mix of places that you should definitely see since you haven't been before and some fun offbeat places that might not be first on tourism lists but i particularly love. You can peruse the list and pick and choose as you wish! No pressure to do anything of course and i won't be offended if things don't seem interesting to you. Also this is in no particular order, just how they popped into my brain haha.

Grand Central Station - one of my absolute favorite places in the city. It's a architectural marvel from a bygone era (literally we don't build them like this anymore) and is actually as stunning as in pictures! The teal vaulted ceiling painted and lit up with constellations from the night sky, the original chandeliers, the Tennessee marble floors. It's also a fully working transit hub so you'll get to feel the hustle and bustle of the city. Lots to eat here too if you want a bite, like the famed Oyster bar or something quick from the food hall in the basement, which isn't much to write home about but convenient and hardly ever crowded. There's also a bar off the side of the station that used to be the office of a very wealthy financier, called The Campbell. One of the most stunning bars and lounges in the city and if you time it right, you can enjoy a drink or a bite to eat without a huge crowd!

2. The Met (aka The Metropolitan Museum of Art) - my personal favorite museum in the entire world, although i am biased and used to live a few blocks from the steps so it might just be the museum i've been to the most lol. However, it's phenomenal in it's range of pieces and in how immersive the curators try to make each exhibit. Instead of putting objects in cases, they try to display them in the context with which they were used! The Arms and Armor hall is my FAVORITE with several suits of armor on horseback parading down the middle of the whole exhibit, and flags hanging from the balconies that each represent one of the knights of the round table!! i mean how COOL is that!! Also, a must see is the temple of dendur, obviously. moved so Egypt could build a dam in the area it resided, they gave it as a gift to Kennedy for the millions he allocated to help Egypt preserve their monuments. it was accepted on behalf of his wife Jackie, who then was instrumental in *ahem* suggesting quite forcefully to the presidential successor LBJ that it be put indoors and not outdoors (obviously). go to the Met who agreed to pay for an entire addition just for it. It just so happens that the addition they built to house the temple has floor to ceiling windows that look up into the very apartment on 5th Ave that Jackie was living in at the time. Whether you find that a burst of sentimentality for her late husband or hubristic, that's up to you, it's probably a bit of both, but i love that story as it gives the temple a fun bit of context. Another highlight is the furniture collection, which sounds boring but to display them the met recreated entire ROOMS from the eras the furniture is from, including a full transplant of the living room of one of Frank Llyod Wright's most famous homes!! and you can walk IN IT. (i could go on for days, as could you wandering this museum and all of it's fantastic collections)

3. Time's Square - which is loud and dirty and crowded and horrendous BUT is still pretty magical, especially if you've never been. My advice, go late at night if you can for smaller crowds and it just looks so damn cool all lit up, even I can't deny.

4. The West Village - broad i know, but i'm a huge advocate for walking around residential areas when you visit a city. something my mom taught us as kids and it's a great way to get a feel for how people actually live and not just the Disneyland areas. also it provides a bit of a sensory and energy break on your trip as most residential areas are mellow. This is one of the more lively areas, but you'll find yourself wandering around stunning colonial town homes and adorable shops. It's a bit grimy and crowded with NYU kids in some parts, even on weeknights, but i think it adds to the charm of it. It's a lived in neighborhood! Washington Square park is a fun little central area to people watch, but honestly sitting at a cafe table anywhere is really fun just to see people walk by, ranging from 80 year old hippies who have lived there for their entire lives to 18 year old kids who look like the coolest people i've ever seen in my life. Also, you'll always find a swiftie taking a photo under the cornelia st. sign, so if you want a little piece of swiftie new york, that's an easy one to get. (there's a section that is particularly grubby and awful that is a series of blocks below west 4th under Washington square park and above Houston st, bordered on the east and west by Broadway and 6th ave respectively. It's not horrible, but it's super crowded and the less charming chunk of the area for sure. however feel free to venture down there for some trendy food and interesting shops if you're feeling up for it! a fun little store that's cool to peruse is called Chess Forum where they host chess tournaments but also sell incredibly intricate themed chess sets! don't go out of your way, but if you're around, pop in and check it out for five or so minutes)

5. Statue of Liberty (including the ferry itself) - something that should be overrated but really isn't! It's genuinely cool, even to me who's lived here for so long and to my friends who are lifelong new yorkers. It's such a monument in the truest sense of the word and honestly, bigger than you expect. It's not that you think it's going to be small, just the mere fact of seeing something you've only seen in photos, your brain will just be shocked at how big it is. No need to go up in it, imo, but do what you want! I think the last ferries leave around 5 each day so if you can make it out of work a biiiiiit early one day, and you're nearby, you can catch it! Not a must do of course, but if you find the time, it's one of those few things in life i have found that is worth it. Also, the ferry to and from there is a bonus sightseeing element as you get GREAT views of the tip of manhattan! makes for some gorgeous photos and one of the lesser known tips is manhattan as seen by a boat is one of the best views you'll get. If you can't make it to the official ferry tour, here is a pro tip: take the Staten Island Ferry. i KNOW that sounds weird, but the route to Staten Island is pretty much the same as the Statue of Liberty tour route. You won't stop at the island to get off and see the statue, BUT you'll get very close to it! Why the Staten Island Ferry? Well it runs all hours of the day and night and it's FREEEEEE. You can just hop back on the returning ferry and get double the views! You can board the ferry in Manhattan at the tippy tip on the bottom right at Whitehall terminal. The second best view of Manhattan is......

6. Brooklyn Bridge - another great monument that is open to you 24 hours a day if you cannot get out of work early enough. Another architectural marvel (which i'm super into so apologies if you don't care about buildings lol) but also a true monument! You can walk across it at any time of day and be sure to turn around half way for a spectacular view of manhattan. my advice to you, as corny as it is, do NOT turn around until you get halfway at least. the contrast of walking away from the city and turning around and seeing it up close like that is really a delight. I always make people i go with do that and they hate me until they turn around and then they're begrudgingly happy they listened. Also, truly any time of day is great, but if you happen to do it at dusk on a lovely spring day, oooooo boy it's glorious. I have dozens of stories about the bridge, as it's one of my favorite stories in the entire history of the world (again biased sorry but it's SUCH A GOOD STORY) but two anecdotes i'll tell you. 1. the man who was supposed to build the bridge was the son of the man who designed it, and he had everything ready to go but got sick and bedridden shortly after starting. So, his wife, who had been studying engineering alongside him this entire time, was taught by her husband specifically about bridge engineering as he was bedridden for ten years. Over the course of that time, she eventually took over as Chief Engineer on site and technically is the person who oversaw and instructed the construction of the bridge, her husband never really setting foot on the project site. Her name is Emily Roebling and for her work, they awarded her the privilege of being the first person to cross the bridge on opening day, leading the parade. Also, there is a street named after her on the Brooklyn side near the bridge. 2. It was the largest suspension bridge ever built at that time and people were freaked out by it, thinking it would fall. To prove to the public how sturdy it was, Emily enlisted the help of the circus star P.T. Barnum (yes that Barnum) who brought 21 elephants, including his star Jumbo, to cross the bridge!

7. Broadway rush tickets - since you sound like you're traveling alone, or at least with a small group, broadway rush tickets will be very easy for you to get! You can look up the process online, there are lots of resources. It's the only way to see something cheap these days, and even then it might not be so cheap. I'm not a huge broadway person so I can't say what is particularly good or bad, but currently Stereophonic is a hot new show that seems really interesting! It's more dramatic and play-esque than your typical dazzling brassy musical, so if you're into that, check it out!

8. Top of the Rock - most people will send you to the empire state building to see skyscraper level views. and that's good too, but here's the thing, you're IN the empire state building.... so you can't SEE it. people don't think of this and walk away from their new york visit with no photos of the damn thing because they stood on it instead. Also, it's a fenced in balcony for.... obvious reasons and much more limited in scope. Top of the Rock is not only in the very cool rockafeller center, which is fun to walk around and admire, but you can see the empire state building while up there! Also, it has northern AND southern views, all at the same time on the roof deck, with glass walls. So you get no obstructions! It's also situated a bit further north so you get a fantastic view of central park sprawling north. It's open until midnight, so after work you can get some dazzling sunset views or glittering cityscape night views.

Some food recs:

Pizza: the most controversial of all, and sooooooo particular to each person's taste. Most pizza places on Best Of lists are great, you can't go wrong. Word of advice to you though: L'Industrie is great, but the lines are insane and it's not THAT worth it. However, if you want a typical "slice" then look no further than these two:

Joe's - the most accessible since it's all over the city, but is honestly the perfect slice imo. Which means there's not much to it in terms of frills, but that's what tourists seem to not understand. it's just a damn good slice. Crust perfect, crispy and not droopy, sauce to cheese ratio is perfect, sauce has a bit of flavor but not too much. I go for the cheese cuz i'm basic but the pep is great too! Don't get anything else. Carmine's is the original shop but any of the locations are great.

Scarrs - this is my ACTUAL favorite slice, however there's only one location and it's pretty out of the way. It's on the LES, which is a fun place to wander if you don't mind a bit of grit and grime. Again, super simple, but my man mills his OWN FLOUR so he can get the right ratio. as far as i know, nobody else in new york is doing that. Dough is also fermented, so it has the perfect amount of crisp, tang, and saltiness. Also, Scarr is afro-latino which is rare in the pizza world, but a welcome wakeup call to all the italian goombahs slinging mediocre pies. As always, get the plain cheese, but the hotboi is so fucking good, don't miss it. and get the honey on top!!

Bagels: Honestly, anywhere you go will have great bagels. I've gone into the shittiest looking dump and gotten a bagel better than outside the tristate area. (Yes the water is what makes it great, it's been proven and it makes the pizza great too).

Personally, my favorite is Tompkins Square Bagels as i lived next to it for many many years. Bagel purists shut upppppp i don't wanna hear it!! They churn out bagels pretty frequently so you're likely to get a hot one! DONT get it toasted, especially if its a fresh bagel. It'll be perfect on it's own, but do what you must to enjoy it. You MUST however get an everything bagel, scallion cream cheese is optional but it's highly recommended. If they have it, the french toast bagel is wild and kind of sacrilegious, but soooooo fucking good if it's warm. get plain or if you wanna develop diabetes, birthday cream cheese if they got it.

Russ & Daughters - an absolute knockout place, both the storefront/bagel shop and the restaurant. It's incredibly stylized to evoke old school LES bagel counters of yore, but the quality is unmatched. There is usually a line, so i don't really emphasize this as a MUST GO place, as new yorkers don't wait in lines lol. But weekdays you might fare better! If you're a lox person, this is the place to get your bagel and lox. (i'm not, which is blasphemous to my jewish family, but i won't turn down one from Russ and Daughters).

Gonna list my other favs here just so you have some in other neighborhood: Baz Bagels (LES), Murray's Bagels (WV), Apollo Bagels (EV), H&H (UES), Orwashers (UES & UWS), Tal Bagels (various locations).

Other Food spots that i like that are pretty classic new york food!

Daily Provisions - get the BEC (bacon, egg, & cheese) to feel like a real new yorker. it's one of the more gourmet versions, but my god it's a good one. also, go early as you can to snag a cruller. one of the BEST doughnuts in the city.

Magnolia Bakery - GO ONLY FOR THE PUDDING. the cupcakes are mid as hell, you can feel the sugar granules in the frosting, not great. Their signature banana pudding is fantastic though, and if the seasonal one sounds good to you, grab that too! they offer very small sizes so you can try both, or a big tub if you want.

Veselka - another spot i kind of am biased about because i lived near it, but it's a CLASSIC new york haunt that doesn't exist anymore for the most part elsewhere. It's a Ukrainian diner from 50s, and has typical diner food and service, but the pierogis are the star here. Any kind, go nuts. Open 24/7 and always filled with NYU kids, but still retains that city-that-never-sleeps charm somehow.

Pastrami Queen - for.... a pastrami on rye sandwich lol if that wasn't clear. Most people will send you to Katz, which is fine! It's not what it used to be, but it is a very cool experience. The pastrami is still good, and the matzoball soup is good. Knish's are a little greasy for my taste though. Best pastrami though imo is at Pastrami Queen. one on UES and one on UWS (plus a location in the new moynihan train hall) so it's not super easy to get to, but i highly rec it.

Parm - now this is my biggest cheat rec. new yorkers will read this and go, pfffft who cares about Parm? Well, i'll tell you why. You might have heard of the famed rigatoni alla vodka from carbone, which is good! but not worth the hassle of going to carbone. You CAN get it at Parm though, which is much easier to get into, cheaper, and more relaxed. They have several locations and the rest of the menu is really solid! Meatballs are great, garlic bread is fantastic, and the italian sandwich is wonderful. They've always had the rigatoni on the menu for those that knew, but only recently has the secret got out and so they changed the name to say "carbone rigatoni alla vodka." Don't go out of your way, but for a trendy new york dish you can brag about, that's a little tip from me to you.

Peter Pan Donuts and Pastry shop - LITERALLY MY FAVORITE PLACE EVER ok it is just a 50's style donut counter, and yes it is in greenpoint which makes it almost impossible to get to. HOWEVER if you manage to make it out there, you're in for a treat. Any doughnut you get is fantastic, and the pretty green interior and counters are so delightful to sit and enjoy as you get frosting/powdered sugar all over yourself. i try not to hype this place up cuz i don't want it to be even more popular than it is with locals, but for you anon i'll let you have it.

Xi'an Famous Food - a great hand-pulled and hand ripped noodle chain that is somehow still pretty authentic despite it's many locations. Great lunch spot for while you work, which most of these recs aren't lol. If the menu is overwhelming, i rec N1 and N2, or N9 if you don't love spice.

Morgansterns Ice Cream - also something you can't really go wrong with all of the Best Of lists. but this one is my absolute fav. Their traditional flavors are all exceptionally creamy and delicious, but they always have wild flavors on deck! You can't sample them, so getting a scoop is a commitment, but for fun, pick a wild one that you think you'd like and dive in. They're great at balancing flavors and making it actually delicious, not just shocking instagram fodder, so you might surprise yourself!

Los Tacos No. 1 - another trendy place that is actually worth the hype. There might be lines here as well but they move quickly, and there are many locations! A great lunch spot to grab some quick tacos, and one of the first in the city to bring al pastor to the masses. If you're mexican or come from the southwest, you might be underwhelmed or skip it altogether. but for new york, this is a shockingly fantastic mainstream taco place, and more authentic than you'd get most places.

Other than those big things, my recommendation to anyone visiting is to wander! Everything below the 80s is pretty safe, despite what you hear. The financial district shuts down daily after about 6/7 pm so avoid that for evenings mainly because it's boring. If you see something in a store, pop in! Also this list is particularly New York Staples, but it's one of the most racially and ethnically diverse places in the world. Seriously. any kind of food you want, it's here, and it's made by someone from that exact country/community. A quick google and you'll probably find whatever you're looking for.

I hope you have an amazing trip and no pressure to do anything you don't want to, honestly! Pick the things that interest you and go with your gut. It's a bottomless city and there's no definitive list of things that make it a New York Trip. Locals will tell you one thing and ex-pats will tell you another and transplants will tell you something completely different. It has something for everyone, but not everything is for everyone, is what I like to tell people. The city is YOUR playground, so do whatever you want! Just make sure to tip your drivers and servers generously and ALWAYS walk at a steady pace and on the right side of the sidewalk. ❤️

#this is a mess of things so i hope its helpful #and i hope you don't hate everything on here akldfjalsdkfjf #i tried to keep it varied but ya never know #some people come here and hate everything so lol what can you do #also sorry i took so long #but i wanted to make sure i had a good list of stuff! also i ramble as you already know if you've followed me for a long time hahaha

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winchester-reload · 2 years

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Jackie...fellow bi needs assistance. I'm in the closet and my only outlet is Destiel fanfic and internet forums where I hide and search for friendly faces. Fic recs, advice, help me pls? Also, is there a way to buy your art without anyone knowing? I live at home and my parents are not exactly on board with this part of me.

oof, okay, well, first--

I'm gonna answer this ask the best I can, but I can't promise I won't "disaster-bi" my way through it, so I apologize in advance. I'm not sure I'm qualified to give any advice. But right at the start of this I’m gonna drop some online resources for you:

the Bisexual Resource Center

Bisexual.org - topical info, people, resources

LGBTQ+ Student Resources

Now, if you’re looking for IRL community, without knowing your age, it's hard to point you to many concrete resources. But, some options are:

If you are high school-aged or older (which I assume you are), you can always find a teacher/counselor with a "safe zone" sticker in their room or office and see if they have any contact info for local lgbtq+ groups or organizations you could join or make friends. Typically it wouldn't be a concern that any of these people would out you, but if you're especially tentative about it, make sure you speak with a teacher or counselor you trust.

If you're in college or around the age where you can tour a college, I highly recommend talking with an admissions counselor at your local community or liberal arts college (on your own, without parents) and request resources for campus clubs or organizations you could join--

You also don’t have to go to the college to speak with them. You can simply email asking for resources, you don’t have to attend. A counselor or office admin would be more than happy to dig up some local resources for you or give you the contact info of someone who can - it’s literally what they do (trust me).

However, I know there are a lot of people who use destiel and this community as an outlet, or their only outlet, for lgbtq+ community and content, and, for the record, I think that’s great. There are a ton of friends to be had around here. If you’re comfortable, you can try to connect with some people on tumblr, maybe about fanfic you like, or fanfic you write, or art - hey, like me! - and start establishing some friendships. You can hang out via Discord, do voice and video chat, do watch-a-longs, you name it.

As far as the art question goes: All the art you order from me comes in a nondescript box or flat mailer, but you can always email me or message me in advance to request more packaging or discuss specific concerns you may have.

Now for the fic rec part!

A great one (that I’m also hesitant to recommend because I don’t know your age, but is very topically appropriate) is Four Letter Word by Bendingsignpost. In it, Dean explores is bisexuality - but please mind the tags. I’ll let other people recommend their favorite fics in the comments if anyone has one they’d like to add!

Now-- I sincerely hope some of this helps. even if just a little. (and if it doesn’t, or its not even close to what you wanted to know, I’m so sorry *finger guns*)

#asks #wonderful people #lgbtqia+#bisexual resources #destiel #destiel fic

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aliveandfullofjoy · 2 years

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Well, it may be a few days late, but it's here! One of my favorite new year traditions: my ten favorite new-to-me films of 2022!

This year was particularly challenging for me, but we made it through, and thanks in no small part to these beautiful films. They're wildly different, but they all moved me and got under my skin in ways I couldn't shake, so please consider this a strong endorsement for each of them!

The same rules as always: no movies from this past year (2022) or the year prior (2021). Every other year is fair game.

01. After Life (dir. Hirokazu Kore-eda, 1998; Japan; 119 mins.) “I was part of someone else’s happiness.”

It starts with a great premise: After death, people get one week to select one memory from their lives to hold onto for the rest of time. I knew I was always going to love After Life because I tend to love Kore-eda’s films. This is almost certainly his most compassionate film (which is saying something, considering compassion is pretty much his whole deal), and, as usual for him, the actors all give terrific performances. What I wasn’t anticipating was how much After Life ends up being, of all things, a love letter to dramaturgy. It goes back to the film’s very premise. The memory people keep forever isn’t really their memory – not exactly anyway. It’s a performance, a reenactment painstakingly crafted and filmed by the people who work in this bardo. When the client selects their memory, the storytellers begin building it as a narrative, as something with a script and a clear arc. I can imagine some people finding this to be depressing, but it almost sounds like my dream job.

Side note: I watched this film about a week before my birthday, and at the time I was also playing a lot of the gorgeous video game Spiritfarer on Nintendo Switch, which is all about ferrying wayward souls to the other side. Turns out my capacity for cosmic yearning and spiritual angst knows no bounds.

After Life is currently streaming on the Criterion Channel.

02. Jackie Brown (dir. Quentin Tarantino, 1997; USA; 154 mins.)

“I’ll send you a postcard.”

Tarantino is a hit-or-miss filmmaker like no other for me, but holy cow, y’all, when he hits, he hits. Everything about Jackie Brown comes together as gracefully as possible, and it’s stunning, frankly, that it was only Tarantino’s third feature. It’s pulpy, it’s twisty, it climaxes with as thrilling a sting as I’ve ever seen, and every scene – every second, really – feels effortless. To watch Jackie Brown is to feel safe in the hands of a storyteller at the top of their craft. Since I’m a sap, it helps that this is most likely his most tender film: every character is so well-drawn and well-realized, and every actor is doing great work (Bridget Fonda, Micheal Keaton, a weirdly against-type Robert De Niro), but the film’s three leads turn in career-best performances. Pam Grier makes Jackie a heroine for the ages, Samuel L. Jackson is a terrifying and magnetic tour de force, and Robert Forster, the heart of the film, is breathtakingly decent in a typhoon of violence and crime. The three performances, rich enough on their own, are at their best when they’re sharing the screen. It’s nothing short of electrifying.

Jackie Brown is currently available on demand.

03. Barry Lyndon (dir. Stanley Kubrick, 1975; UK/USA; 185 mins.)

“Good or bad, handsome or ugly, rich or poor, they are all equal now.”

I’m glad I finally crossed Barry Lyndon off my watchlist, even if it’s clearly the kind of film that rewards multiple viewings. Kubrick’s meticulous world-building has rarely been more accomplished or authentic than it is here. The sprawling world of Barry Lyndon stretches beyond the edges of the screen, with a huge cast of great character actors giving superb performances. The film’s legendary design work is every bit as staggering as its reputation suggests: John Alcott’s jaw-dropping cinematography, Ken Adam and Roy Walker’s extravagant art direction, and Milena Canonero and Ulla-Britt Söderlund’s gorgeous costumes. It’s also surprisingly funny! A genuinely magnificent piece of work from a master filmmaker.

Barry Lyndon is currently streaming on HBO Max.

04. F for Fake (dir. Orson Welles, 1973; France/Iran/West Germany)

“Our songs will all be silenced. But what of it? Go on singing.”

At least 80% of F for Fake is footage of Orson Welles stream-of-consciousness monologuing about art and culture and history and making himself chuckle in different fields and parks and cafés while wearing little hats and jackets. Naturally, I loved it. A strange, poetic, and fascinating magic trick of a film, further proof that Welles was truly in a class of his own as a storyteller, a filmmaker, an illusionist, and a self-made myth. What a gift.

F for Fake is currently streaming on HBO Max and the Criterion Channel.

05. There Was a Father (dir. Yasujiro Ozu, 1942; Japan)

“There’s nothing to be sad about.”

Yasujiro Ozu is rightly regarded as one of the world’s greatest filmmakers, but I’ve long had a pet theory that he was one of the great dramatists of the 20th century. All of his films play out as carefully plotted chamber dramas, their enormous emotional power hidden in the smallest, most subdued interactions between its characters. There Was a Father is as bleak and beautiful as any of Ozu’s films, and maybe the most gutting. At the heart is frequent Ozu collaborator Chishu Ryu, who gives a stoic, honest, and shattering performance as a man whose worldview left him detached from his family and emotionally numb. It’s hard to imagine this being approved by the Japanese national censors during World War II, but thank goodness we have it.

There Was a Father is currently streaming on the Criterion Channel.

06. Betty Tells Her Story (dir. Liane Brandon, 1972; USA; 20 mins.)

“I guess I still haven’t solved the way I felt about that. The uncomfortableness of being praised for a prettiness I never had, but, you know, kind of excitement about feeling very special suddenly. And it’s gone.”

A short masterpiece of solo storytelling. Liane Brandon fixes her camera on Betty, who recounts a story about buying and losing an expensive dress to wear to a gala. She tells the same story twice – once for the factual sequence of events and once to describe the way she felt as it was happening – and the contrast is amazing to watch. Wherever Betty went after telling Brandon her story, I hope she was happy. Betty Tells Her Story was just inducted into the National Film Registry, ensuring this devastating, empathetic, monumental piece of filmmaking can be preserved forever. Thank God for that.

Betty Tells Her Story is currently streaming on the Criterion Channel.

07. Donkey Skin (dir. Jacques Demy, 1970; France; 90 mins.)

“Donkey Skin! What a beautiful name.”

What a treat. Donkey Skin easily stands alongside Jacques Demy’s earlier musicals The Umbrellas of Cherbourg and The Young Girls of Rochefort as some of the most blissful films in the genre. As with his other films, the production values are off the charts, including some truly outrageous costumes, and an exquisite score from Demy’s frequent collaborator Michel Legrand. The cast is great, too, including the always magnetic Catherine Deneuve, an endearingly goofy Jacques Perrin, a brooding Jean Marais, and high-camp MVP Delphine Seyrig. The humor is delightfully weird, it looks and sounds amazing, and there are a handful of truly inspired musical sequences. It’s a magical film.

Donkey Skin is currently streaming on the Criterion Channel.

08. Shoes (dir. Lois Weber, 1916; USA; 50 mins.)

“Whatever happened, life must go on. Whatever boats are wrecked, the river does not stop flowing to the sea.”

Lois Weber’s Shoes must be one of the most affecting melodramas in Hollywood history. Anchored by Weber’s beautiful direction and a haunting performance from twenty-year-old Mary MacLaren, the film becomes something of a neorealistic fable in its depiction of an impoverished young woman doing whatever she can to get enough money to buy a much-needed new pair of shoes. The characters feel authentic and Weber’s depiction of poverty is unflinchingly raw, but the simplicity and intimacy of the film are its strengths. A landmark American film.

Shoes is currently streaming on the Criterion Channel.

09. Edward II (dir. Derek Jarman, 1991; UK; 90 mins.)

“My father is deceased. Come Gaveston, and share the kingdom with thy dearest friend.”

A transgressive, furious film that beautifully draws parallel lines between the late 80s and early 90s and Marlowe’s source material. Everything about Jarman’s Edward II is bleak as hell, boldly queer, and utterly fascinating: Tilda Swinton playing a spurned sociopathic queen in elaborate costumes! Men screaming in the pouring rain! The realm everyone fighting and dying for being a pitch-black labyrinth of concrete! What’s lasted for me, though, is the utterly stunning sequence where Annie Lennox(!) sings Cole Porter’s “Ev’ry Time We Say Goodbye” while Edward and Gaveston part ways. A beautiful puzzle of a film.

Edward II is currently available on demand.

10. Detour (dir. Edgar G. Ulmer, 1945; USA; 66 mins.)

“That’s life. Whichever way you turn, Fate sticks out a foot to trip you.”

This is one lean, nasty noir. Clocking in at just over an hour, Detour is a relentlessly paced and relentlessly mean thriller, one that puts a fittingly mopey Tom Neal in a runaway car in the opening minutes and never, ever lets up. He’s joined (if not supported) by Ann Savage, who gives a truly venomous performance, practically spitting every lethal line she has. It’s bleak, it’s powerful, and it’s gorgeous in its own hellish way. I’ve never connected with film noir quite as much as I would like to, but this is as perfect an example of the genre as I’ve ever seen.

Detour is currently streaming on the Criterion Channel and Prime Video.

Honorable mentions (in alphabetical order): At Land (dir. Maya Deren, 1944); Bright Star (dir. Jane Campion, 2009); Brown Sugar (dir. Rick Famuyiwa, 2002); The Cameraman’s Revenge (dir. Ladislas Starevich, 1912); Cops (dir. Buster Keaton & Edward F. Cline, 1922); Daybreak Express (dir. D.A. Pennebaker, 1953); The Dover Boys at Pimento University (dir. Chuck Jones, 1942); A Fish Called Wanda (dir. Charles Crichton, 1988); Full Metal Jacket (dir. Stanley Kubrick, 1987); Inside Man (dir. Spike Lee, 2006); Inspiration (dir. Karel Zeman, 1949); Ivan’s Childhood (dir. Andrei Tarkovsky, 1962); La Ciénaga (dir. Lucrecia Martel, 2001); The Last of Sheila (dir. Herbert Ross, 1973); Les Diaboliques (dir. Henri-Georges Clouzot, 1955); Les Vampires (dir. Louis Feuillade, 1915); McCabe & Mrs. Miller (dir. Robert Altman, 1971); The Meetings of Anna (dir. Chantal Akerman, 1976); Nitrate Kisses (dir. Barbara Hammer, 1992); Pépé le Moko (dir. Julien Duvivier, 1937); Police Story (dir. Jackie Chan, 1985); Portrait of Jason (dir. Shirley Clarke, 1967); Postcards from the Edge (dir. Mike Nichols, 1990); Pyaasa (dir. Guru Dutt, 1957); Reluctantly Queer (dir. Akosua Adoma Owusu, 2016); The River (dir. Jean Renoir, 1951); The Secret of Roan Inish (dir. John Sayles, 1994); The Slumber Party Massacre (dir. Amy Holden Jones, 1982); Speed (dir. Jan de Bont, 1994); The Story of a Three-Day Pass (dir. Melvin Van Peebles, 1967); 13th (dir. Ava DuVernay, 2016); Wasp (dir. Andrea Arnold, 2003); You Were Never Really Here (dir. Lynne Ramsay, 2017)

And finally, some miscellaneous viewing stats:

First movie watched in 2022: Bright Star (dir. Jane Campion, 2009)

Final movie watched in 2022: The Thin Man (dir. W. S. Van Dyke, 1934)

Least favorite movie: Garden State (dir. Zach Braff, 2004)

Oldest movie: Cinderella (dir. Georges Méliès, 1899)

Longest movie: Les Vampires (dir. Louis Feuillade, 1915 – 422 mins.)

Shortest movie: Western Spaghetti (dir. PES, 2008 – 2 mins.)

Month with most movies: December (26)

Month with fewest movies: April (8)

First movie from 2022 seen: Turning Red (dir. Domee Shi, 2022)

Total movies: 190

Yay! Movies are good sometimes! Good stuff!

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Fandom: Doctor Who (2005)

Relationship: Tenth Doctor & Jackie Tyler

Character: Tenth Doctor (Doctor Who)

Additional Tags: Whumptober, Whumptober 2023, Broken Bones, Torture, Interrogation, Episode AU: s02e12 Army of Ghosts, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Tenth Doctor (Doctor Who) Whump, Blood and Injury, Violence

Words: 1,009

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Things go fine at Torchwood, the Cybermen are dealt with, and Torchwood finally have their hands on the Doctor. --- Written for Whumptober 2023, day 5. Prompt used: "It's broken." The vibe, at least.

“Thank you, Doctor,” Yvonne Hartman says. “It’s an unfortunate loss, of course, but I really do appreciate the aid in protecting our planet from the…“

“Cybermen,” the Doctor provides.

“Yes, them.”

“Just lucky that we found one of them here in time.”

“Yes, it very much is.”

There’s silence for a few seconds, then the Doctor speaks.

“Well, it’s been lovely helping you, now, got some things planned, so I'll be seeing you.”

Almost as if on cue, guards stepped behind them, preventing the Doctor and Jackie from leaving.

“I’m afraid that won’t be possible, Doctor,” Yvonne says. “See, we know a lot about you, including how much you tend to value your companions.”

“And?”

“And we have Rose Tyler locked in a room guarded by heavily armed guards, and her mother right here.”

The Doctor breathes out, then looks directly at Yvonne, smile gone, everything gone, face completely blank.

“What do you want?” he asks. Yvonne smiles.

“You,” she answers. “And the TARDIS.”

“You leave Rose, Jackie, and my TARDIS alone, and I’ll go with you.”

“How about I don’t shoot Rose and Jackie, and you come with me and let us do whatever we want with the TARDIS?”

The Doctor is silent for a moment, then responds. “Don’t hurt them. And let them go home.”

“Deal.” Yvonne holds her hand out for the Doctor to shake. The Doctor holds out both its hands, as if to be handcuffed, tilts his head, and smiles.

“Escort Jackie and Rose Tyler out of the premises. Give them a lift home—“

“ Don’t accept the lift home.”

“We know where they live already.”

“Right,” the Doctor mutters.

“Wot are you doin’ to ‘im?” Jackie asks, looking between the Doctor and Yvonne.

“You wanted me to protect your daughter,” the Doctor responds before anyone else can. “This is me, protecting your daughter. Now leave before they change their minds.”

“Don’t ‘urt ‘him!” Jackie yells, as she’s escorted out of the room. “ Don’t !”

As soon as she’s gone, the Doctor looks back up at Yvonne.

“Don’t hurt them,” it says — whispers if he’s being honest. “Please.”

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It’s not the worst place he’s ever lived. It's clean, for a start, with a bed in - corner, a bathroom, a table, a chair, food every day. There are no windows, there are cameras in every corner, and it doesn’t trust the food, but it’s a lot better than he expected.

Until it isn’t. He shouldn’t really have been surprised.

They enter in the morning, after exactly a week. The Doctor is sitting on the floor, leaning against a bed when they enter. He looks up at them, hearts speeding up a bit.

“Hello.” His voice is calm, face blank. It leans back, casual, casual.

Two guards drag him to his feet and the Doctor doesn’t struggle. “Would’ve been easier to just ask ,” it says. The guards are still holding onto him, and the Doctor is hyper-aware of their strength.

“How do we get into the TARDIS?” asks the third person. The Doctor must not have seen them in its admittedly brief tour around Torchwood.

“Finally asking that, are you?” One of the guards punches him in the stomach and it doubles over in pain.

“Yes,” says the third person again, the interrogator. “How do we get in?”

“You don’t,” answers the Doctor, clenching his jaw.

The interrogator motions something at the guards and they begin to drag him out of the room. The Doctor tries its best to keep up with the speed at which they’re walking — no point in struggling at this point — but they end up dragging him along, then practically throwing it into a chair in another room, not too far from the one where he’s being kept. One of the guards holds his arms down while the other handcuffs them to the armrests. The Doctor forces himself to relax. It’s not really sure who he’s doing it for at this point. Being calm about it isn’t going to make it happen any less.

“What do you mean we can’t get into the TARDIS?” the interrogator asks.

The Doctor’s eyes flicker to the guards, then back to the interrogator. He might as well rip the plaster off now.

“I mean she’ll only open to a select few people. People I let enter.”

“And I take it you’re not inclined to let us enter.”

“Not really, no.”

The interrogator nods to the guard, and immediately the Doctor gets a fist to his face. It groans in pain, then grits his teeth together, taking in harsh breaths through his mouth.

“Face now,” it says. “ Charming. ”

“Let us enter the TARDIS,” the interrogator says.

The Doctor scoffs out a laugh, then winces at how it hurts. “I’m even less inclined now.”

The guard punches him again and again, and again the interrogator says, “Let us into the TARDIS,” and again the Doctor looks up at them and says, “No.”

The guard punches it in the face, and this time there’s a cracking sound, and his nose hurts even more than last time. It tries to move its head as far away as it can, but the other guard stops him while the first punches him again. The Doctor screams and they stop, letting it hang his head down as blood drips onto its trousers.

“Let us into the TARDIS. That’s all we want.”

The Doctor tilts his head up to look them in the eyes. It says nothing. They know what he means.

The interrogator begins to walk out of the room and the Doctor allows itself a moment of hope, before they turn back and tell the guards, “Hit him until he lets us in.”

The guard nods and as they leave, then one of them punches him again. The Doctor screams. They punch again, again, again, blood drips from his nostrils down into his mouth, down his chin, onto his shirt.

“I’m not letting you have her,” he gasps out, in one of the longer gaps. One of the guards speaks, finally.

“You will, Doctor.”

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#BlogTour – #BookReview of #TheLifeSentence by Jackie Kabler @jackiekabler @ØneMoreChapter_ @rararesources #RachelsRandomResources

I’m pleased to welcome you today to my stop on the blog tour for twisty psychological thriller The Life Sentence by Jackie Kabler. Thank you to Rachel Gilbey and OneMore Chapter for giving me the opportunity to read and review this book. About the book: My name is Amber Ryan. I’m in prison, but I’m innocent. And I’ve been jailed not just for a crime I didn’t commit, but for a crime that never…

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U.S. Congressman Yakym Visits Hellenic Senior Living of Mishawaka

Mishawaka, Indiana— U.S. Rep. Rudy Yakym (R-IN) visited AHEPA Senior Living’s Hellenic Senior Living of Mishawka, a 136-unit affordable assisted living lifestyle community, on June 2, 2023.

“We were excited to welcome Congressman Yakym to Hellenic Senior Living of Mishawaka,” AHEPA Senior Living (ASL) President and CEO Steve Beck said. “We applaud his commitment to Indiana’s older adults, and his interest in learning about our mission to provide seniors with safe and dignified affordable housing and the quality aging services they need to thrive. We thank him for choosing to visit our community and for spending time with our residents, board members, and our team.”

In a Facebook post, Congressman Yakym wrote, “Hellenic Senior Living of Mishawaka does great work to serve our senior Hoosiers and ensure they can enjoy an independent lifestyle. Thanks to the residents for welcoming me and sharing your wisdom with me today!”

Hellenic Senior Living of Mishawaka is located at 1540 Logan Street. It is owned and managed by AHEPA Senior Living.

Video tour of HSL of Mishawaka

Hellenic Senior Living offers low-income seniors, 62 and older, access to affordable and safe residential apartment-home living with the availability of personal assistance, medication administration, and a variety of support services, such as meals, housekeeping, laundry, socialization, and transportation. Residences are one‐bedroom or studio apartments, which include a handicap-adaptable full bathroom, individually controlled heating and cooling, an emergency call system, and a kitchenette.

In addition to HSL of Mishawaka, ASL manages three other affordable assisted living lifestyle communities under the Hellenic Senior Living brand in Indianapolis, New Albany, and Elkhart.

“On behalf of our Board of Directors, we have been delighted and honored to welcome many public officials to our communities,” ASL Chairman Ike Gulas said. “We are most pleased to welcome Congressman Yakym, with whom we just met in Washington in May. His visit marks the ongoing affirmation of the appreciation of public officials for the bold vision of our company’s mission-driven founders, and their commitment to give back to the community, by providing quality affordable housing for older adults.”

In addition to Congressman Yakym, ASL has welcomed several U.S. government officials to its communities. U.S. Sen. Mike Braun (R-IN) visited AHEPA 232 Apartments in Indianapolis, U.S. Rep. Frank Mrvan (D-IN) visited AHEPA 78 VI in Merrillville, Ind., U.S. Secretary of Housing and Urban Development Marcia Fudge accompanied by U.S. Reps. Al Green (D-TX), Sheila Jackson Lee (D-TX), and Lizzie Fletcher (D-TX) toured AHEPA 29 Apartments campus of Houston; U.S. Rep. Victoria Spartz (R-IN) also visited AHEPA 232 in Indianapolis, and the late U.S. Rep. Jackie Walorski (R-IN) visited Hellenic Senior Living of Elkhart.

About ASL

Serving more than 5,000 older adults across the United States, AHEPA Senior Living (ASL) is a mission-driven, nationwide provider of affordable independent and assisted senior living communities. Since 1980, it has developed and manages 87 affordable independent senior living communities in 19 states administered by the U.S. Department of Housing and Urban Development’s Section 202 Supportive Housing for the Elderly program.

Through its subsidiaries, ASL owns and manages four affordable assisted living communities with 532 units in Indiana.

The mission of ASL is to provide older adults with safe, healthy, and enriching affordable residential communities and quality services that allow them to thrive and enjoy peace of mind.

ASL is based in Fishers, Ind.

#Hellenic Senior Living of Mishawaka #assisted living in indiana #indiana assisted living #Independent Senior Living in Indiana #Best Senior Living Communities Texas

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storiesofsvu · 2 years

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A Redemption Earned Ch 14

Heather Dunbar x reader Jackie Sharp x OC Warnings: language, talk of Heather's past, some hurt comin in here folks. probs not ideal for me to post this right before disappearing into a 10hr shift where i can't be on my phone to hear all of y'all screaming at me, but... here we are. also...notice the call backs/parallels/foreshadowing? I'm curious what y'all are going to do with this chapter....

You felt your phone buzz in your pocket and you glanced around quickly before pulling it out as you trailed after a gaggle of students.

‘I happen to be in your neck of the woods, just wrapping up. Would you mind if I swung by with lunch?’ You smiled down at the screen, quickly glancing up again to make sure no one was sneaking off and still entertained by the guide before you typed out a reply.

‘Normally I’d love that.’ You added on a little smiley face, ‘but I’m not there.’

‘You’re not out sick are you?’

‘No.’ You couldn’t help but laugh at her immediate concern, ‘I told you that was just allergies. I’m actually at your old stomping grounds.’

‘I don’t follow?’

‘A couple of the classes are doing White House tours today. I didn’t even realize that was an actual thing, like, what are elementary kids supposed to find interesting about this shit? I’m outrageously bored.’

‘Isn’t history and government on the curriculum?’ You could practically feel her smirk through the phone and you rolled your eyes, quickly glancing up from your phone to catch a glare from one of the other teachers and you grimaced.

‘I should get off my phone. How about dinner? I was looking at places and Plume looks to die for.’

‘Sounds perfect. I’ll book a table for six thirty. Don’t have too much fun.’

‘Ha-Ha.’

You swiftly pocketed your phone, your attention back where it probably should have been in the first place as you followed the group through the White House. Honestly, you didn’t really need to be there, your own class was back at the school with a sub, you’d just been voluntold after missing the last field trip because you were sick. That one, naturally, had been one you’d been looking forward to, this one, you were incredibly thankful was reaching lunch, which meant it was almost over. At least there were a couple of kids in the other third grade class that you had a soft spot for, and the fourth grade class today consisted of a lot of your kids from the previous year.

You helped get everyone settled in the cafeteria style dining room where White House staffers were dolling out plates of food and juice boxes. Once you’d made sure the kids were all okay, you ducked off around the corner to a bathroom to make sure your hands were squeaky clean before tucking into your own meal.

Up at the sink you were washing your hands when one of the stalls opened and a woman a bit younger than you in a pristine skirt suit stepped out, instinctively you met each other’s gazes in the mirror and flashed the other a small smile. It was only once she’d fully stepped up to the sink to wash her own hands you felt her gaze on you once more and you glanced back up, the realization quickly washing over both of your faces.

“Oh…” you faltered, moving to grab paper towel, “You’re…Natasha.” Your eyes widened suddenly when you remembered where you were, “oh god! I’m so sorry, that’s so disrespectful and kind of creepy, M’am…” To your surprise she let out a snort of a laugh,

“Don’t worry about it.” She waved you off, shaking off her hands before grabbing a towel, “it’s not like being the VP’s wife gives me a ton of privacy.” She surveyed you for a moment, studying your face and her brow furrowed, “wait…I’m now remembering the memo about the school tours today… you’re not just a face I’ve seen in the halls… you’re y/n, aren’t you?”

“I.. uh.. yeah… How?”—

“Oh please. You met Becca the other week, you know how chaotic she is. As if she hasn’t been deep creeping through your social medias since the night her mom told her about you. We were actually looking at some of your Europe pics the other day.”

“Oh, yeah…”

“Were you guys on lunch? I was about to grab my own.” Nat pulled open the door, holding it for you and you were perplexed, quickly stepping through it.

“Yeah. My class isn’t actually here, so this is my break. The other teachers and their kids get to go home after this, I’m back to school.”

“Shitty.” She replied, “well, shall we?” She started walking and you faltered in your footing, staying on your spot. “What?” She asked, turning back to me.

“Nothing.” You let out an awkward laugh, “I.. uh.. I’ve never had a ex girlfriend of a partner be this friendly…” She let out a bark of a laugh, shaking her head.

“I was never her girlfriend. It was a lucky day if I was even allowed to call her Heather, but that was always a stipulation once the paperwork was signed.”

“So I’ve heard.”

“She really tell you everything?” Nat asked, glancing to you with a raised brow and you shrugged, following her up to the counter where you took her recommendation for lunch.

“I honestly would never know. I’m sure there’s still pieces she’d rather I never found out about, but she also knows it’ll all come up at Christmas and that’ll make shit way more awkward in front of everyone else.”

“Yeah.” She laughed, “Becca said you took the sugar baby thing with a grain of salt?” She lead you off to the side, a table tucked away semi privately that you took both slid in to.

“I kinda had to.” You let out a sigh, picking up your fork, “I mean, I knew about the affairs, but I had no idea she had the money to pay each of them two grand a week.”

“Oh it was way fucking more than that.” Nat let out a laugh, settling back in her chair with her drink, watching the way your head tilted.

“I’m guessing she always paid for date night? Cabs? Some extras on the side?”

“She bought me a condo.” She deadpanned, “paid everything upfront, I drove a Dunbar car, whatever she thought I needed for the condo would appear randomly, makeup, skincare, lingerie sets, clothes…toys, maid services, groceries delivered weekly. One of our first dates she told me she basically owned me, and somehow I missed that red flag until it was way too late. I think everything totalled out around $400,000, and that doesn’t include the $94,000 bribe… or … hush money? I’m not even sure.”

“What’d’you mean by that?”

“I said I wanted out. I’d just found out Becca was her daughter, something she’d completely forgotten to ever mention—having kids that is—and it didn’t feel right anymore. I stopped replying to her calls and texts, and in return she froze my bank account. I was completely fucked. I watched as she doubled how much was in it and didn’t get access to it until I agreed to continue with our arrangement and the revamped paperwork was signed.”

“Jesus…”

“Yeah.” She let out a little huff, leaning forward again to dig into her food, “I don’t know what it was like for any of the other girls, but I can certainly tell you my experience.”

“I mean, I don’t want to pry. If you’re not comfortable, I am a total stranger.”

“And I’m lucky as all hell my personal life and dirty laundry wasn’t smeared all over the front page of the paper during the election. And you of all people deserve to hear this.”

You nodded gently, prompting Nat to continue and she let out a soft sigh, taking another bite of her lunch as she paused for a minute to think. She wouldn’t deny having dreamt out this conversation time and time again, having discussed with both Jackie and Becca how Christmas was going to go, and if they thought you would search her out. She was the easiest to access out of Heather’s past, and was probably both the most troubling case, but also the one who was holding the least grudge thanks to years of therapy.

She was glad that she found you easy to talk to, and that the topic didn’t just stay on Heather and her treatment, it flowed in and out, conversation light hearted enough considering the public premise. In any different situation (and maybe even this one) you both thought that you could be friends, and that was definitely a positive outcome. You had to admit, you’d been worried that Nat would hate you simply because you were with Heather, or that you managed to get the good Heather, or that she’d think you were the world’s biggest idiot. Nat on the other hand was concerned that you’d think she was making it all up (not that a quick google search would prove she wasn’t), that Heather wasn’t like that at all. But the way you reacted to what she told you made her feel better, some of it was news, and some of it you already knew, you didn’t blow her off, you accepted everything, and inserted your own comments here and there.

“She really did have her soft moments…” Nat let out as gentle sigh, “deep down in there, I’m sure there was, is, a woman who could be the world’s best partner. But she was so focussed on keeping me up her sleeve and under her thumb that it just wasn’t gonna happen. We didn’t have the same endgame.” Her hand slid across the table, squeezing at your arm gently and it pulled your attention fully back to her instead of getting lost in your head, “hey, I don’t want you to get too freaked out by all this okay? After Rob’s birthday, hearing the way she talks about you, what you have is real, it’s genuine. It’s clear she’s put in the work and is continuing to make herself a better human being, and from what I can tell, you’re certainly helping with that.”

“Here’s hoping.”

“Believe me…if I can accept her apology, anyone can see the good in her. Or I’m the world’s biggest idiot and it’s all a facade.” You both laughed and your gaze shot up to hers,

“If you’re an idiot for that, I’m pretty sure I’d still beat you out for ignoring flags and sticking around.” You laughed, “I really do appreciate all of you being so open with me. I’m not saying that she’s shown any of these particular behaviours with me, but I can definitely pin point a couple of moments when that side of her was just peeking through.”

Before Nat could reply, a figure swayed up to the table, this time you instantly recognized her, Jackie Sharp, Vice President of the United States.

“I’ve been looking for you.” She mused with a smile, her hand smoothing out a piece of Nat’s hair.

“Oh fuck, did I miss a meeting?” She tensed, shifting in her seat and Jackie laughed.

“No peach. It’s lunch break and you’re my wife.” Her gaze drifted over to you, “who’s your friend?”

“This is y/n.” Nat smiled and you quickly extended your hand out in a greeting, shaking hers.

“Oh… oh!” Jackie’s eyes widened slightly as she realized just who you were.

“Before you freak out, Heather didn’t send her to smoke me out.” Nat swatted at Jackie’s hand before she could even make the assumption, “she’s chaperoning the school tours.”

“Right.” The older woman smiled, “you teach at Shepherd, right?”

“That would be the one.” You returned her smile.

There was a flurry of movement from the other side of the table and honestly, you were a little thankful for the save, you weren’t really sure what exactly Jackie would have to say to you.

“Miss Summers!”

“Yeah buddy?” You slowed down the incoming third grader with a gentle brace so he didn’t slam into the table, wrapping an arm around him as you stood to hoist him up onto your hip.

“Ms Welton says you have my medicine?”

“Sure do bud.” You plopped him down on the ground, “let’s go grab a bottle of water alright.” You swiftly turned back to the other two, “thank you. And it was honestly really nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.” Nat smiled back, “see you at Christmas.”

“Yeah.” You nodded briefly to Jackie, surprised as you turned around that she spoke again.

“Y/N?”

“Yes?” Turning back you found her extending a business card to you.

“If she ever crosses a line, you call that number.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” Her hand moved to squeeze at her wife’s shoulder, “as much as I said I would have her exiled if she even thought about doing anything to Nat, I hate to see her hurt anyone.”

“Okay… thanks.”

You turned around, tucking the card into your pocket and redirecting your attention to the student in front of you. Despite not being in your class, you seemed to be his favourite, he was new to the district, and always preferred to read or colour with you instead of play during recess. You wondered if maybe that’s why you’d been dragged into this field trip. Behind you, Nat glanced up, noticing the way Jackie’s gaze was focussed on the eight year old.

“What?” She asked with a laugh.

“Nothing. That kid just looks really fucking familiar.”

“Jac… you probably saw him in the hall earlier… they’ve been here all morning.”

“You’re right.” She let out a little sigh, accepting the kiss Nat left on her hand.

It wasn’t until she was halfway through the Jefferson Hotel’s lobby that Heather stalled outside Plume, realizing the last time that she’d been there, and just how complicated that evening had ended. It had been the beginning of the end with Nat, really. She did her best to shake off the anxiety, checking in with the hostess to be lead to your table. You’d shot her off a text earlier that you were running behind and would likely be later than you wanted, for her to get settled and order some wine and appetizers for the table, you wouldn’t be too long.

She picked a nice bottle of Malbec, asking for a slight delay on a cheese and charcuterie board, some truffle mac and cheese and jumbo shrimp cocktail. Luckily it was when she was only a few sips into her wine that you popped into her view, hurrying over to the table.

“Sorry.” You greeted, ducking quickly to press a kiss to her lips, “I would’ve been on time but a kid puked right after the bell and I was in desperate need of a shower.”

“It’s alright. I’m patient.” She smiled from across the table and you let out a happy hum, returning one to her before picking up your wine glass.

A little bit of small talk took over the table as you asked Heather about her week, how work had been, trying to distract yourself from the stories whirling through your head. You were pleased when she began to go off on a bit of a tangent, distracting both herself and you before the appetizers arrived. The server asked if you were ready to order and you apologized, saying you had yet to even look at the menu, asking if they could come back later.

Bits of food were dolled out to side plates, some staying on the big ones to simply steal bites of whenever you pleased. You noticed your phone ping, your eyes darting to it for a moment on the table top, Heather watched as your eyes glided over the notification before you let out a little huff and ignored it. Instead, you turned back to your wine, taking another swig and complimenting Heather on her immaculate choosing, as usual. Then it was back to food, distracting yourself by munching on cheese as your gaze fell through the restaurant, the place was fancier than you’d expected, intricate chandeliers throughout the dining room. There was no doubt in your mind that Heather must have been here before, it was lavish, ritzy, and right up her aisle when it came to taste… and cost.

“You’ve been awfully quiet tonight, everything alright?” She suddenly murmured, barely breaking you out of your spell.

“Hmm?” You finally glanced up, registering her voice but not really hearing her yet, still lost in your thoughts.

“I asked if everything was alright?” She raised a brow, “you seem… distant.”

“I’m good.” You cast her a warm smile, “just… caught up in my head I guess.”

“Too much dreary politics today?” She asked with a smirk and you let out a heavy sigh, dropping into the back of the booth as you scooped up your glass. Your lips pursed for a moment, your free arm crossing over your chest as your gaze drifted through the restaurant, taking a large sip of wine.

“I met Nat.”

“Oh.” Heather felt her blood run cold, suddenly wondering if your being late had actually been you debating on whether or not to stand her up. She wasn’t quite sure what to respond with, not knowing whether you met her briefly, overheard a conversation in a hallway, or if Nat knew who you were, if there had been a full on bashing session. She felt her pulse pick up, her hand nearly shaking as she reached for her wine glass to pass the moment.

“I knew you liked to be in control,” your voice was hushed as you began to slowly speak, wanting this conversation to not be overheard, thankfully Plume was relatively empty, “I guess I never understood the extent. You really went out there and picked on vulnerable girls who wouldn’t be able to say no if you were offering them the right amount of cash? Like, that was your go to. I’m really curious to hear what you have to say on the matter…” your gaze turned back to her, part of you surprised at how small she suddenly looked across the table from you.

“I… am still trying to figure it all out myself.”

“Oh cut the crap Heat.” You muttered. That certainly caught her attention, her jaw tensing the slightest bit as her head shot up to you, a brow raised in your direction as you sucked back a bit of wine. “We decided to be exclusive, and constantly open and honest with each other. You invited me to Christmas with your family, if I’m going to find something out eventually, I would like to know now. No more sugar coating, no more beating around the bush, I think I deserve that much at the very least.”

“You do, and I’m sorry.” She huffed, “I told you, I hurt Nat, nearly beyond repair.”

“And that doesn’t mean shit without context Heat.” You sighed, nearly frowning at her, “from what I heard you toed the line with being straight up abusive. Not to mention the very incredibly blurry line of consent after she tried to get out of the arrangement.”

“Honestly at this point you should probably just google me.”

“Please. Your affairs were important enough they’ll be all over the internet?” You asked, letting out a huff when she picked up her phone, annoyed at the deflecting she was doing, you sunk back the rest of your glass of wine, “could you even try to be serious about this for a minute?”

You were struck by surprise when she suddenly turned the phone to you, a video open on the main page. Your brow furrowed as you unfolded your arms, leaning against the table to take the device from her.

Heather watched the features on your face slip from ones of confusion to ones of shock. She was thankful at the very least she’d muted the video, not having to hear the hit echoing through the speakers, it haunted her enough as is. When you finally glanced up to her she felt herself shrink at the level of disappointment in your eyes. Before either of you could speak you were unfortunately interrupted by the server, asking if you were ready to order mains. Heather’s heart sunk into her stomach at your words,

“Can we just grab the cheque please?”

They nodded and vanished from the table, leaving Heather with a misting of tears in her eyes, praying that you were about to say you wanted to continue this at home with more privacy.

“Was that Nat?” You asked quietly and she nodded. “Were…were you aiming for Becca?”

“I could try to explain but I don’t want it to sound like I’m making excuses.”

“I take it this was the day Jordan died?”

“Yes.” She let out a weary sigh, finishing off her wine, “if you would like to walk out of here and never see me again… I understand…”

Once again, the conversation was interrupted, and with only one attempt to intervene and a small glare, Heather let you settle the bill. A moment later you found yourselves out front of the hotel on the empty street, car keys in hand you turned back to Heather, a tired look in your eyes. She nearly jumped at the feeling of your fingers trailing across her skin, tilting her cheek towards your gaze,

“I’m not walking away from this, from us right now, okay? You mean way too much, and I’d hope that you’d at least put up some kind of a fight….” The last part was accompanied by your lips twitching, nearly curling up into a grin and she did her best to smile at that, “I just… I need some time to piece this all together. Hearing things bit by bit was probably better in the moment but I kinda wish you’d dumped it all on me at once. I’ve got to go back and figure it all out, figure out where I stand with it all, and… as you clearly pointed out, maybe some internet sleuthing will bring up some more questions.”

“Which I will be more than happy to answer.”

“Okay.” You mustered up a smile, leaning in to kiss her chastely, “would you like me to wait til your car’s here?”

“It’s just around the corner.” She sighed, and you gave her hand a squeeze, beginning to turn away from her, “y/n?”

“Yeah?” you turned back to her; brow raised.

“I know I said I’d understand if you wanted to walk away, but I really hope you don’t. And I want to know what you think about all this.”

“Really?” You asked, taking a couple of steps back to her so you were once again talking in hushed voices and she nodded. “I think you were in love with her. Whether you’ve ever realized it not. Someone that cared about you, and voiced those feelings was suddenly pulling away, eager for their own identity and a slice of freedom and you didn’t know what to do. So you did what you knew best. And I don’t want that to ever happen with us.”

The black SUV pulled up at the curb and you stepped forward, cupping Heather’s cheek in your hand as your forehead came to rest against hers, kissing her once more before you stepped back.

“Get home safe, please.” She asked, a near tremor in her voice.

“I’ll let you know once I am.” You smiled, “I’ll call?”

“Please do.”

With a smile and a small wave your back was turned as you veered off into the parking lot and Heather stepped into the car. There was no doubt in her mind that you were headed home to crack open a bottle of wine and spend the night deep diving her on the internet. At this point, there was basically no stone unturned, all she could do was pray that you saw the growth she’d been making, that you would trust her when she said she would never hurt you. Because never in a million years did she want to treat another human like that, especially one she cared so deeply about.

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#heather dunbar #heather dunbar x reader #house of cards #jackie sharp #jackie sharp x oc #a redemption earned

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bellysoupset · 2 years

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Could you write a backstory post for all your characters?

I can certainly try!

It's under the cut in case people don't wanna know these details like this and instead try and piece them together through the stories.

I think I'm gonna go in order of economic power ($)? Idk i think it makes sense, since it's something I bring into play in my stories quite frequently.

Lucas Atwood: Lucas is an only child and his mom was a senator, while his father is a music star who goes by the name of Kit Howard (actual name, Christopher Howard). To give their son some scrap of anonymity, Lucas has his mom's surname as his last one, which is the one he goes by. He grew up extremely isolated, with his father always on tour and his mom always working, until he turned 16 and his mom got severely sick. He took care of her during the following year, because she refused treatment and refused to let the public know of her illness. Lucas is very desensitized to gross things because of it, but he definitely has a weird relationship with caretaking, seeing as this was the only moment in his life he actually had a parent home and some affection. His dad was on tour for his new album and hit song (the one that triggers Luke), when Veronica passed away, at home. Nowadays Lucas and his father have a very strained relationship, his paternal grandmother playing buffer most of the time in passing information between the two men.

Jonah Banks: He's the son of a Hollywood plastic surgeon (Jasper Banks) and a super model from the 80s (Jackie). His father is one of those overly pleasing, bright smile people, who's super lenient and demanded nothing from Jonah, making him having to parent himself. His mom filed for divorce when he was 10 and went to "live her life", having him over here and there, but mostly very self focused. Nowadays she regrets it and is doing all she can to mend this relationship, Jonah is tentative about letting her back in. Jonah's dad always made it clear he wanted a friendly, extroverted son, like Lucas, which cemented Jonah's rivalry with him from an early age. They went to boarding school together since they were kids. Nowadays Jonah's dad has remarried twice and has a daughter, Angelina, who's 9. She's very sweet and Jonah adores her, but he has no patience to deal with his father, so he only sees her when he visits and takes her away to hang out.

Wendy Marshall: Out of everyone in the group, Wendy definitely has the most boring background. Her parents are still together, even though they're one of those straight couples who despise one another. They're supportive of Wendy's transition, but only at home, you know? The rest of their conservative family... Isn't supportive and they don't cut contact or call them out, making it a huge point of tension for Wendy. Wendy came out when she was 14 and started on E when she was 16. Both her parents are doctors and they drilled the "work hard" mentality on her, which may or may not be the cause for her chronic migraines and possible gastritis.

Vince Monacelli: Vince moved with his family from Italy to America when he was 9. His English was broken at best when they moved, after opportunity, and public school with a broken English taught him real quick how cruel kids can be. That is, until he turned 13 and went from "chubby cute immigrant boy" to "big motherfucker" overnight. He's got no friends back home because of bullying and some history with getting mixed up with the wrong crowd, but it's nothing big enough for me to note here. Vince is very close with his family. They are now middle class, but back then they were poor and had to deal with food insecurity every end of the month. Vince has a very unhealthy relationship with food because of that. His parents are still together and sickeningly in love, which gave him high standards for romance. He's close with his nana and Vince has two younger sisters, Sofia who's 16 and had the world's biggest crush on Lucas, and Livia, who's 6.

Isabella Martinez: Bella is a trailer park girl. It's been just her mom, Marisa, and her since she can remember and she loves her mom, but sometimes she wishes the woman could get her shit together in the love department. Her mother wears her heart in her sleeve and hops from scumbag to scumbag, which made Bell weary of romance in general, Lucas (now) being the exception that proves the rule. They were living pay check to pay check and Bella worked ever since she was allowed to. From lemonade stands to costumer service, you call it, she's done it. Her mom works as a hair stylist. Bella's biggest issue with her mom's romances was how easily they turned her head and suddenly "let's blow this paycheck on a barbecue because it's 4th of July" sounded like a grand idea. They fought a lot over it and Bella spent many many nights sleeping in her shitty car and not speaking with her mother over situations like this. Their relationship has improved significantly since she moved to college. Bella has a full ride scholarship and she studies computer science. She's one of those "success story" (heavy sarcasm there). She knows how to play the bass, but Bella is too shy about stages to be in a band. She loves punk music.

Leo Wagner: The final one and easily the most tragic of the guys. Leo's mom walked out on him and his father when he was 7. His dad was an abusive POS. He worked at a pub and frequently came home piss drunk, but those were the good days, because then he'd just pass out and not mistreat Leo. He got more violent the older Leo got and the more apparent it was that Leo was not his Straight Boy, as he had wanted. When Leo was 17, his father committed suicide by hanging himself in the living room. Leo found him and it was the biggest catalyst for his depression to take a severe dip. He was put on the foster system, but not adopted. Leo's depression medication is some of the strongest in the market, because his body is very resistant to treatment. He works as intern at a law firm now and never opened up about his mess of a past to anyone.

#yes this is all sad #but it makes for good storytelling so whatever #also they're all a family ok #my characters #mywriting

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meteor752 · 3 years

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Dsmp Hogwarts AU, except it’s all the characters and I go into why they are what they are, please reblog this took a long ass time

Man, what a title Huh? Anyways, this will obviously go over the characters and not the content creators, because in some cases those are vastly different

Also, before we start, I will go over an important thing that I will mention probably a few times, and that is the difference between Hufflepuff Loyalty and Slytherin Loyalty.

Both of these houses value loyalty, but in very different ways. Take for example that you’re a spy who has their best friend as their partner, and you’re out on some super important mission. Let’s also say that your partner got shot and is close to death, and the only way to save them would be to abandon the mission entirely.

A Hufflepuff would try to complete the mission because it would be the best for all, while the Slytherin would abandon the mission despite the fact that it could result in countless deaths, just to save their friend.

See it as Selfish Loyalty vs Selfless loyalty. Both are great things to have, but are still different.

Anyways, on with the show

Tomathy Danger Kraken Careful Innit

I have seen people try to argue that this boy is a Hufflepuff because of his loyalty and such, but gosh darnit everyone this child is a god damn Gryffindor. I mean, one of his main character traits is that he’s brash and too brave for his own good. The reason he got fucking exiled is because he burned down George’s house without thinking of the consequences, and then just screamed at Dream without thinking of the consequences. The same goes for Ghostbur’s “death”, it was because he had no real plan except Stab Dream with an axe. So yeah, Gryffindor

Wilbur Soot

Slytherin, 100%. This man has created one and a half nation, one entirely out of spite, he was both a general and a president, he’s a smart lil fella, and he managed to hold his own against the god of the server. I don’t even thing you guys wanna argue with me here

Tuberculosis Underscore

This one is tricky, because it’s really between Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw for me. Like, he does possess the Hufflepuff loyalty™ plus he is very kind, but he’s also one of the more logical and observant characters we have in this server (The bar is very low let me tell ya). But I think I will have to go with Ravenclaw, just because like, the boy invented nukes. He built fucking nukes. So yeah, a very chaotic Ravenclaw that will spout bee facts at you, be prepared

Technoblade

My man is a Ravenclaw, no doubt about it. I mean, he started talking about an old greek myth in the middle of a war? Just Ravenclaw things amiright?

Philza Minecraft

I will have to go with Slytherin on this one, simply because of the large amount of Slytherin Loyalty, but also because of his cunningness and resourcefulness, but for real this was very tricky, simply because I don’t like to think about c!Phil too much because as some of you may know, I kinda hate him (Not the cc though, obvs, he’s awesome)

Ranboo My Beloved

Hufflepuff. This boy’s ideology is literally “Choose people, not sides”, he’s an honest and compassionate boy who works hard, and has a very open mind. He’s literally the by the book Hufflepuff

Eret

Honestly, Slytherin. I mean, they are ambitious as fuck, both shown by them betraying L’Manburg for the throne, but also by working hard towards their redemption arc. They are also a good leader of the smp, and in general a great role model to have

Nikki Nihachu

This one is actually difficult, simply because Nikki has gone through quite the character arc the past couple of months. She started out kind, sweet and loyal, a classic Hufflepuff. Then she joined the syndicate and straight up tried to kill a child, which is less Hufflepuff but who am I to judge. But in her core, as seen through her discussion with Jack about Tommy’s revival, she is still a good person that works hard for what she believes in, wants the best for everyone (Despite sometimes working in her best self interest) remains kind through it all. So yeah, Nikki is a Hufflepuff, just a bit of a sadistic one. But we can’t all be perfect ya know?

Fun Jonathan Michael Vincent Georgina James Sus Dy Soot

Ah, my favorite character, and also one of the best examples of a Ravenclaw. And I ain’t saying that just cuz I’m a Ravenclaw, Fundy is one of the most Ravenclaw characters out there. He’s creative, Clever, Spontaneous, Witty, Curious, Sharp, and a real trickster. The idea of Ravenclaws being the goody two shoes kids that always does their school work is just false, we never do our Homework and instead sit and read about things we find interesting, and Fundy is a good example of that. Also he was quite the eager learner during the Dreamon Hunters arc, which again is a good example of a Ravenclaw. So if Ranboo is the by the book Hufflepuff, then Fundy is the by the book Ravenclaw.

Dreamwastaken

I’m pretty sure it’s confirmed that Dream is actually a Slytherin, and I ain’t arguing with that. This boy is cunning, sly, a leader, traditional, Self-Preserving, and a master with words. There is not much more to say here, apart from the fact that Slytherins main colour is literally green, so it all checks out, this boy is a snake.

George Lore

Mr not found over here really is hard to pinpoint down, simply because his main character trait is his apathy, which isn’t really a trait for any of the houses. I was discussing this one with my girlfriend, and both of us were pretty clueless of what to do with him. I was thinking if Hufflepuff since they take the ones that don’t fit anywhere else, but then I was reminded of the most recent Dream XD stream, which showed us one thing, and that is that George is clever, observant, and Sharp Minded, all the traits of a Ravenclaw. Sure, he could also be Slytherin as he was both cunning and sly as well, but I think Ravenclaw fits him more personally.

Sappitus Nappitus Boyhalo

Finally we have another Gryffindor, there’s been a serious lack of them on the list. My man is a fighter, he’s bold, he’s brave, he’s passionate, he’s confident, and he doesn’t really think that much of the consequences of his actions (Cough the pet war cough), so yeah this boy a lion.

Punz

Ah, Punzie, the mercenary themself. Tbh, I know very little about them because Punz don’t get involved that much in lore unless they are hired for something. I mean, they were in the eggpire, but even then they were barely involved, which is sad cuz I like Punz. But what we have seen of Punz is that they are someone who does not care about you or what you want, as long as you pay them. They are power hungry and self preserving, which means that I have to put them in Slytherin.

Jack Thunder1408 TV Manifold

The boy who I can’t help but be sympathetic towards. Jack is also a hard character to pin point because of the reason that he’s gone through quite the development. Jackie boy is a very broken character that has literally been through hell, so it’s hard to properly sort him. He’s quite confident and clever, yet cunning and resourceful, so for me it’s either Slytherin or Gryffindor. But I do lean towards Gryffindor more, partly because of his stubbornness and gullibility, and part because of all the fire imagery that’s associated with him. I mean, the cc described him as burning inside, he’s been through the scape of fire and death, and he burnt his nation to the ground. In case you didn’t know, Fire is the element of Gryffindor, so yeah, another red and gold boy.

JSchlatt

Schlatt is as both charming, charismatic and calm in the early days, using subtle manipulation tactics to get his way and achieve ultimate power. He’s ambitious, narcissistic, cunning, and tyrannical, while still hiding it all behind a facade of smiles and waves. He could also be both cruel and irresponsible at times, aka the time he had an underage child drink during an event, but ya know, mistakes. So all in all, I think it’s pretty clear that he’s a Snakey boy.

QuackityHQ

As much as I love CC!Quackity, I also fucking hate him because of the many, many different directions he’s taken this character which makes it possible for him to fit in literally any of the houses. The duckie is both Chaotic and lawful, he’s both friendly and hostile, he’s a smart cookie and a fucking dumbass, so like bruh. But, I’m gonna have to go with how he is now, which is manipulative, power hungry, cruel, and strong willed. Aka, another Slytherin.

Karl Jacobs

Finally, a character that is not broken down to the point of barely making out a readable personality. Karl is a kind and funny person, who is very open to new people considering how often he gives tours to visitors and new people, and he is quite literally loosing himself traveling through time in an attempt to help people. Hufflepuff

Awesamdude

This one I know will be controversial, but I’m saying Hufflepuff on him. Sam is one of the best cases of the Hufflepuff loyalty, literally letting both Tommy and Ghostbur be stuck and ultimately die in the prison just so he wouldn’t risk Dream breaking out. Before that point he was very kind and gentle towards Tommy, literally building a robot to keep him safe and take care of him. Sam nook is a reflection of Sam’s feelings towards Tommy, and they are kind and gentle.

Dropsbyponk

Ughhhh, another tough one. Ponk is a chaotic being who is mostly neutral in conflicts, but is shown to be very open about their feelings towards those they care about, like Sam or Foolish. They seem to be have strong feelings in what they believe in, and can be a bit brash sometimes, not really caring about the consequences of their actions, which is what makes me say Gryffindor for them.

Badboyhalo

Our favorite muffin demon. I assume, I don’t know what life you live. Anyways, Bad is like the stereotypical Hufflepuff. The kindhearted, well meaning, sweet, responsible Hufflepuff. The Hufflepuff that’s like in all of those incorrect quotes blogs and “Slytherin and Hufflepuff friendships uwu” posts. But for real, Bad is very Hufflepuff. He does however have Slytherin Loyalty, considering he pretty much sacrificed the entire server for Skeppy, but if you would try to convince me that Bad is a Slytherin I will just laugh at you

Skeppy

It was at this point I realized what I’ve gotten myself into with this post, which you know, not fun. Skeppy is both cocky and filled with energy, with a real ambition to cause chaos. He’s also shown to be willing to sacrifice himself for the person he loves, Bad, when he gave himself up to the egg. I’ve seen some people say Slytherin, but I’m kinda getting Gryffindor from the lad, so yeah, another lion.

Antfrost

Frosty here is a kind hearted person that for the most part seem to be along for the ride. He reminds me a bit of a parent of toddlers, with his patience and serenity towards the more chaotic people on the server, so of course my natural instinct is Hufflepuff. Buuuuut, then there’s again the issue with the egg and the Slytherin loyalty, this time towards his boyfriend Velvet who he was willing to join a cult for (relationship goals) but again, you can’t really say Ant is a Slytherin considering how wrecked he was about what he did while in the eggpire when he was released from it’s grasp. So yeah, Puffle boy

Captain Puffy

Oh captain my captain, you are such a Gryffindor. And some of you may disagree on that, stating that she’s a Hufflepuff or something (I did research before this to check what other people think, I know) but naaah, she a lion. Puffy is very motherly and protective towards other people on the server, especially the minors, but in the way that a Bear is protective towards its cub, which is gentle towards them but fierce towards others. Puffy also falls natural in the role of a leader as seen with Pro-Omelette, but that is kinda expected since she’s a past Pirate Captain. But she wasn’t the leader she was supposed to be, as she waited quite a while to act against the eggpire out of fear of hurting her friends, which lead to quite the damage towards the rest of the server. She’s also been shown to act on impulse, killing Antfrost and taking one of his lives after he killed her son. Idk if this is a good explanation of why I believe Puffy to be a Gryffindor, it sounds more like I’m claiming her to be a Slytherin or Hufflepuff, but she is a Gryffindor I promise!

Foolish Gamers

Foolish is a kind and friendly being, if not a bit naive and easily distracted. He’s also not the brightest person, in fact I’d go as far as to call the guy a Himbo, and he can be a bit skittish sometimes if he’s stressed or haven’t taken a break in a while. But despite it all, the guy is someone who’s creative and hard working, with a brilliant mind for his building. The man is an artist who can get grumpy if you suppress his creative aura, and put his heart and soul into his works. He also has a habit of getting wrapped up in big projects, and ignoring sleep or personal care until he’s finished them. This all leads me to say that Mr Gamers is a Ravenclaw, just not the smartest one. But hey, we can’t all be geniuses, can we.

Slimecicle

Slime is very naive and very trusting towards people around him, taking every word they say as a fact. He can also be a bit dark and ominous at times, but quickly shakes it off as nothing important. This all makes him quite childish, which is very hard to sort, so I’m gonna say Hufflepuff for his friendliness and move on.

Purpled Bedwars

I actually started loving this guy the minute I saw him, purely because Purple is my favorite colour, like my man has taste. Purpled, like Punz, is a guy who helps whoever pays him the most. He’s not interested in most things on the server, too busy looking out for number one (And Dogchamp of course). He’s very self reliant and resourceful, but still quite passive. He may not be the most ambitious guy, but Purpled is definitely a Slytherin (It also brings me and my girlfriend Serotonin knowing that the mercenary siblings are both in the same house, we love those two)

Hannahxxrose

I don’t watch Hannah that much, but god I love her voice, it makes my lesbian little heart happy. Hannah is a friendly person who is very naive about the conflicts on the server, thinking it all can can be solved by placing a rose (God I wish). She’s a good decorator and a good hearted person, who unfortunately fell victim to the egg’s influence. I’m going with Hufflepuff on her, but I’m honestly not entirely sure as I don’t know that much about her.

HBomb94

H is a very well meaning person that only really wants people to be friendly towards each other. He had a strict moral code and he keeps to it, as shown where Fundy tried to get his help with blowing shit up. He’s very helpful to those who ask and is willing to back up his friends when it’s needed, which makes me say that the friendly totally not dirty cat maid is a Hufflepuff.

Connoreatspants

I just want you all to know that I’m writing this before Connor’s lore stream that surely will just go against everything I say because fate hates me, just so ya know. Connor is not a person that does stuff on the server with lore and he for the most part keeps to himself, so this is a bit hard. Connor also has this thing where he likes to say things just to confuse him, and also making a bit of cursed lore, but he’s still a fairly humble person. He does lie and steal a bit, and has this habit of moving into other people’s houses, but I digress. I’m actually leaning towards Ravenclaw on him, for some reason, so that’s what I’m going with until I have more of an established character.

ItsAlyssa

I know she has left the server and stuff, but she was one of the original members so it would be a crime not to include her. Alyssa is a bit chaotic, often going on killing sprees, or burning down the trees outside of L’Manburg. So I’m placing Alyssa in Gryffindor, but to be honest I don’t really know at this point.

Callahan

How do you sort a person who does not speak, stream, or show like anything of his personality? The answer is, you don’t. Hufflepuff is the house of those who don’t fit in anywhere else, and that’s where I’m placing him.

Vikkstar123

Please log onto the server I’m begging you, I didn’t watch you as a kid and honestly know nothing about you. From what I’ve seen of Vik he’s a very humble person that tries to stay out of it all, instead forming a land together with his bro Lazar. Honestly my instincts say Ravenclaw and I trust my instincts, so I’m putting him in Ravenclaw

Lazarbeam

Lazar was actually a big part of the exile arc which I realized after already have written his, so now I gotta rewrite it. Lazar is fairly ambitious on the server, and has the goal to obtain the most powerful objects on the server just to rival the other strong members of the smp. He’s especially against Tommy, and aims to do a lot to be the opposite of him, aka well respected and not a war criminal that got exiled (Totally fair goal). Despite that, he was able to show some empathy to the British child, even going as far as to give him a disk during his exile. This all makes me say Slytherin on him.

Michaelmcchill

Newest boy. Michael is a very apathetic person, showing little to no empathy towards most people’s trauma on the server. The person he does feel empathy for however is Dream, who of course did nothing wrong and is locked up in the prison which is just horrible oh no. Michael just truly does not care about what you’ve been through (as of now) which is why I’m gonna say Slytherin, because he does have Slytherin loyalty towards Mr Was Taken.

TL;DR

Tommy-Lion

Wilbur-Snake

Tubbo-Eagle

Techno-Eagle

Philza-Snake

Ranboo-Badger

Eret-Snake

Nikki-Badger

Fundy-Eagle

Dream-Snake

George-Eagle

Sapnap-Lion

Punz-Snake

Jack-Lion

Schlatt-Snake

Quackity-Snake

Karl-Badger

Sam-Badger

Ponk-Lion

Bad-Badger

Skeppy-Lion

Antfrost-Badger

Puffy-Lion

Foolish-Eagle

Slime-Badger

Purpled-Snake

Hannah-Badger

HBomb-Badger

Connor-Eagle

Alyssa-Lion

Callahan-Badger

Vik-Eagle

Lazar-Snake

Michael-Snake

So all together we have Seven lions, Ten Snakes, Seven Eagles and Ten Badgers. I think that’s fair tbh

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natromanxoff · 3 years

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14 - Ramblings...

Hi everybody Here's a quick few notes from a wintery Bondi. Did we all remember Live Aid? It's hard to believe it was 13 years ago, I can still remember the day like it was last week. I know I've babbled on about the show before so I won't go on again, but after the concert there was an official Live Aid party at a club in London called Legends, so of course we all rocked up to it. As we walked through the doors the first thing you heard and saw was Cliff Richard, playing an acoustic guitar and singing Bachelor Boy, or some other piece of rubbish. I suppose we can all be thankful he wasn't dancing. Anyway, the bash was a bit laid back so after about half hour we piled back into the limo's and headed back to Garden Lodge to celebrate properly, and proceeded to get legless.

Around 6am I decided it was time to go home, so I strolled out and jumped into a cab. As soon as we were moving the cabbie said, "Did you watch any of Live Aid today? I saw some of it and my two daughters are Queen fans and got me to sit down and watch them, they were amazing." He then just kept on and on about how good the band was, and this wasn't for my benefit 'cause I didn't get in outside Fred's place, and I didn't tell him I was there and what I did, so it was a genuine rave. We stopped the cab for a bit so I could get all the papers, and I couldn't help sniggering at the fact that I was on the front page of everyone of them sitting behind Charles and Di. When I finally got home I came clean with the cab driver about what I did for a living, and handed him a souvenir for his daughters, and I gave him Freddies Live Aid backstage pass, and do you know what, the bastard still made me pay and accepted a tip.

A few day's ago a Sydney radio station, Triple J, had a three hour Queen special on, complete with live stuff and interviews, and it was really quite good, although I didn't listen to all of it. I don't know if it was the red wine, but it suddenly seemed weird hearing Freddie's voice again so I sent a fax of to Phoebe, and whilst writing it, It's A Hard Life came on, and once again I had a flashback to the making of the video, which I did remind Phoebe of. We made the vid in Munich, in what was the newest studio in Europe, very hi-tech. Tim Pope was the director on this one, recommended by Roger because we used him on the Man On Fire video, and he was very good. But on his one, maybe because he had a bigger budget, I dunno, he became so slow and useless it was beyond belief. At one point he was doing a lighting change and was taking so long we just upped and went to the beer gardens and returned in much better moods. The night before the shoot we all went out to dinner, had a couple of bottles of plonk, and advised the band that in their best interest they should go to bed very early, and they took my advice.

That was too easy. So we took them back to the Hilton and Phoebe and me continued with our master plan of going out for a few drinks without them, starting at the Sugar Shack and then onto where ever. We were very naughty little boys, and as we fell back to the hotel at 7am we agreed that the first one up call the other. No problem. Phoebe went off to the PPP, and I off to the HH. Back in our respective rooms we booked wake up calls for 9am, confident at the fact we could wake. At least Mr Freestone answered his phone, but when Freddie went into his room to see where he was, he was wrapped in telephone cable, because he had picked the phone up and gone back to sleep and rolled over. Later in the day we were informed it was a rather amusing sight.

As for your's truly, I had a very rude awakening, with a certain drummer standing at the end of my bed yelling something like, "Oi, wake up, you're supposed to get me up you...(fill in what you like here). When Felix, Rogers eldest boy saw the finished video he said, "Why does Freddie look like a prawn?" From that day on, that red getup was known as 'The Prawn Outfit'. And to top it all, in mine, and quite a few other peoples opinion as well, the video is a pile of crap.

Finally, and this is only for people in Australia, a few years ago a friend of ours introduced us to her new boyfriend, and he had to be a roadie/tech, or whatever they call themselves these days. Anyway, we had a few little drinkies and told a few war stories, and it turned out he had been on tour in Europe with Tori Amos and he collects gig posters from the venues, and he said he had something for me but I couldn't have it until it was mounted. A couple of days later he turned up at my place with a wonderfully mounted poster from Bonn, Germany. It's dated 22.5.90 and it's The Cross live at the Biskuithalle, and it has The Mad, Bad and Dangerous To Know logo and a great photo of the guys. No disrespect to Roger or the band, but I have no use whatsoever for it, and it's been tucked away behind the washing machine for the last four years, so if anybody wants it send your name and address to Jacky at the fan club and she will send them onto me (please) I will then pick a person and send it on to whoever, that's if anyone replies, if I don't get a response in a week it goes in the bin. If there is more than one reply I'll give it to the person who comes up with the best reason to have it. For those who understand code. Farewell DMF, it was fun. Maybe that prat will disappear as well. Loadsa Luv

Crystal

#queen #queen band #roger taylor #freddie mercury #peter freestone #felix taylor #crystal taylor #crystal's tales

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youalexturnermeon · 4 years

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Warm Beer and Cold Women Pt. 4 (Johnny Lawrence x Reader)

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Part 2

Part 3

Request: Hi! I absolutely love your work and I was wondering if I could get a Cobra Kai Johnny imagine where the reader is a bartender and starts crushing on him since he’s a regular and he flirts with her all the time and she pretends to hate it but she actually loves it? by Anon

A/N: This is the fourth and final part of the request in which I really got too carried away. Anyways, I hope you are happy with the outcome. Enjoy

Warnings: badass reader, drinking, DUI, swearing, angst, fluff, suggestive writing

Wordcount: 2722

“I’m sorry it’s so messy” Johnny said apologetically when he opened the door to his apartment for you and you curiously took a peek inside “Like I said before, my life isn’t that great right now. But since I finally got you over here which I thought would never happen because you’re such a hard nut to crack, it is actually not too bad. I’m glad you’re here.”

You laughed when he grinned at you, you could clearly see that he was getting better or maybe it was just the booze kicking in turning the switch from sad drunk to happy.

“Don’t get too comfortable with me being around. I won’t stay long.”

“But that also means that you’re staying for at least little a while.” Johnny said and heavily sat down on the couch patting the place next to him inviting you to sit down too. You happily took that invitation.

“You got me there.”

You were exhausted. The night so far was pretty intense. You felt more worn out than after a busy shift at work. The worry about Johnny didn’t vanish, you still deeply cared about how he felt, and you wanted him to feel at least a little bit better. Additionally, the ride to his apartment was stressful. You had a few drinks; you hadn’t been behind a steering wheel for at least half a year and didn’t feel very safe driving. Your heart was beating like crazy when you were blankly focusing on the road, always looking out for cops, afraid you could get pulled over whilst Johnny was dozing off with his head on your shoulder. If you would’ve gotten pulled over, it would have been you turn spending the night in a cell. You didn’t want it to go this far. But after all, you managed and could finally relax. It felt good sitting close to him, so close that your knees were touching. You threw your head back and sighed.

“Do you want another drink, or something?” Johnny sloppily asked, eyeing you with a grin from ear to ear on his face “I don’t really have much to offer but I must have another bottle of Jackie somewhere.” He was about to stand up, but you carefully pushed him back into the sofa. He didn’t object, he liked your touch. Normally, you wouldn’t say no to that, but you decided that you and above all Johnny had enough for today. Especially Johnny. You didn’t know how much he drank today but it was a lot, enough to have you laying in corner passed out for hours. And you were wondering how on earth he still managed to walk, although not steadily, and talk without slurring.

“I’m good,” you answered, “And you should probably take a break, too.”

Johnny laughed and rolled his bright blue eyes which were glistening again, showing a sign of life “C’mon, (Y/N), please don’t tell me I brought my mom home.”

“I just don’t like people who can’t link two words together anymore because they had one too many.

“So, you want to talk then?”

You shrugged; you did

“Is it Christmas already? Not only the girl of my dreams is finally sitting next to me in my apartment, but she also is finally willing to talk to me for real, after months of trying to get her to do that. Without cussing me out and no sarcastic remarks no matter what I say?”

“I can’t promise that, but yeah, basically.”

“Are you finally going to tell me something about yourself?”

You were afraid that day would come when you would have to talk about yourself to Johnny, and you sighed deeply, closing your eyes.

“That hard to do that, huh?” Johnny nudged you trying to catch your glance but your eyes remained shut. You shook your head and chuckled.

“No, it’s just, you basically know everything about me there is to know.”

“No way!”

“I swear!” “So barkeeper, slight anger issues, big mouth, living in an overpriced apartment with a crack-head…” “Next to,” you corrected him, “And he is fond of Meth rather than crack.”

“Alright, so next to a meth-head and no driver’s license anymore because of DUI a couple of months ago is really all there is to know about you?”

“Maybe if you change the anger issues with a slight drinking problem, yeah, I guess so,” you said, and it was true, trying hard not to show how much it meant to you that he remembered all the little things you let slip out over a long period of time that he spent bugging you “I’m very boring. But you know, that only means that I already opened up to you without you even noticing.” “I am absolutely honoured. But come on, you’re not boring, you’re great and there must be more to you.”

You shook your head, you hated to disappoint him, but you couldn’t think of anything more that could’ve been of interest to him.

“Besides, you promised me to tell everything about your Karate!” you blurted out as if you forgot everything, he told you today at the bar. And you instantly regretted it. He literally poured his heart out about how Karate was ruining his life. Maybe you should’ve told him that you were also the most tactless person on earth, that would’ve prepared him for unnecessary remarks and helped him to ignore your stupidity. For a second you thought, Johnny would have another nervous breakdown just like an hour ago sitting by the counter, starting the whole drama once again. Yet, surprisingly he didn’t as if he had forgotten it just like you. There was a chance you were imagining it but you though he had brightened up even more. You relaxed and you allowed the breath that you were holding since the moment the words escaped your lips, to flow again.

“What do you want to know?” Johnny asked sitting up more straight looking at you in anticipation.

“Everything.”

“That’s gonna be long but I guess I don’t mind because that only means you’re staying longer with me. And before I start, give me one more fact about you!”

“There’s nothing.” “C’mon just one more, otherwise I’m not talking!”

“Alright,” you stood up, confidentially walking over to his kitchen sink and getting yourself and him a glass of water. To hydrate and most importantly to sober him up a little and ease his upcoming hangover. You leaned against the kitchen counter and looked into the air thinking.

“I’m waiting (Y/N).”

“So one more thing about me that kinda got everything else you know rolling is that I had an abusive boyfriend whom I escaped by moving into my luxurious apartment which meant that I needed a new job. The new job was at the bar. End of my whole life story.”

“I’ll kill that freak if I ever get the chance to meet him.” Johnny exclaimed and sounded a little too serious. But you just laughed it off.

“Which finally leads us to your Karate, since I expect you to kill him with a badass Karate kick?”

Johnny nodded and started his story as soon as you sat back down.

He was talking a lot and you were happy he did because you weren’t much of a talker you rather listened. And Johnny was glad somebody was interested. And to be fair, his life was a lot more interesting than yours. You laid your head on his shoulder and just carefully followed everything he said while he nestled his cheek against you. Sometimes you asked questions and he was more than happy to answer. Everything felt natural. But after a while you noticed his voice getting raspier and quieter, he was speaking slowly struggling with finding his words. That’s when you knew that it was time to bring him to bed and to head home yourself. Softly you touched his arm and he stopped for a second.

“Hm?” he made, looking pretty confused with half-open eyes.

“You have to sleep now, Johnny.” you said smiling lazily, you were tired too. He didn’t answer, he just simply followed you when you got up and allowed yourself to give you a room tour. You opened the door to what you thought to be his bedroom and shushed him inside.

“Wow, already making yourself at home here,” he said, his voice almost a whisper “I like that.”

“Shut up, Sensei! And get into bed.”

He obeyed and lied down fully clothed, on his face a big dirty grin that you knew so well from almost every shift you ever worked, just his almost closed eyelids were different. This time you were the happiest to see it again.

“Are you getting in too, or what?” “Don’t max it out!” you said threateningly.

“Just joking.”

“You better. And now, before you drift away to dreamland, do you have a phone I can use?” “Don’t have a phone” he muttered and snuggled into his blanket.

“What?”, you gasped, “I need to call an Uber home!” You were miles away from your apartment.

“Don’t have one. Threw it away two weeks ago. You can crash here; the couch is all yours.”

And before you could object you suddenly heard flat breathing and you knew there was no other option. You sighed and took one last look at the passed-out Johnny.

“Can I at least have a shirt to sleep in?” you asked but that was pointless, he was already sound asleep. You shrugged to yourself, slipped out of your clothes and threw the first shirt you could grab over your underwear. That was not how you expected to spend the first night here, you thought when you tiptoed back to the couch, but it wasn’t too bad either.

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When Johnny woke up the next morning the sun was already high up, it must’ve been at least mid-day. The most surprising thing wasn’t that he slept in or was finally being able to sleep at all, it was the fact that when he moved, he didn’t feel like shit. He expected to be hungover, after all he couldn’t even remember how much he drank, but he simply wasn’t, his head didn’t hurt, his joints weren’t cracking, he felt pretty much as always. This had not happened in a long time. He just was slightly dizzy as soon as he sat up in his bed. He looked down on himself, he was still wearing the dirty clothes from the night before and his face twitched into a slight grimace, he was disgusted with himself, he didn’t come home alone, and he didn’t want you to think badly of him now that he finally got you into at least liking him a bit. There was a warm feeling in his stomach when he was thinking about you, trying to remember every single detail about you from last night. And the possibility of you still being here, waiting for him to wake up, nearly made him crazy and his heart started beating faster. He would’ve been pretty bumped if you had left without saying goodbye. Yet, when he got out of bed, he noticed a pile of clothing that wasn’t his. Shorts, fishnets and a crop-top were carelessly thrown on the floor next to his bed and he gulped. That meant you were here. And if you were here, what were you wearing then?

Quickly he made his way to the living room where he expected you to be, not knowing what he would find. He tried to make as little noise as possible and as soon as he glanced over to the couch, he knew he made the right decision. Lying there, spread out on the couch, in deep sleep without a pillow or even a blanked, were you. And Johnny couldn’t help himself but stand still for a moment and watch you. You were wearing his Metallica shirt that was far too big for you and yet hugged all your curves. He couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw you like that. The shirt had slid up and you were there, almost half-naked, just in front of him. He could’ve also been the luckiest man on earth that moment. For Johnny you were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in his entire life. You suddenly twitched in your sleep and turned over on your stomach showing your perfect ass to him. And it only got better.

Johnny shook his head and pulled himself together. You had done so much for him last night and you were continuing doing that without even realizing. He had to return that favour. And when he made that decision he rushed into the bathroom.

Never in his life was Johnny ever so quick in his actions. Whilst showering and shaving he feared to be taking too long, afraid of waking you and afraid that if he finally got out, you were long gone. But his fear was unjustified because when he rushed out, you were still on the couch, lying flat on your stomach breathing deeply and flinching in your sleep. And Johnny grinned, heart pounding too hard from excitement. He even fixed up a breakfast. And you still did not wake. You face was so peaceful and so pretty that he couldn’t stop himself from kneeling down and brushing back a loose strand of your hair from your face. The corners of your mouth twitched into a smile but suddenly you startled, eyes wide, hands clenched to fists, fists up, ready to protect yourself.

“Woah, easy there, tiger,” Johnny laughed “I see my Karate stories have stuck with you.”

Realizing it was Johnny hovering above your head you let your fists sink and stretched and yawned.

“You smell nice,” you said smiling sleepily, ignoring what he was saying. You lifted your hand and softly stroked his cheek, Johnny leaning into your touch, “And you shaved. Fucking hell, you look good. And I probably look like shit.”

You covered your face with your hands and tried to turn away from Johnny who couldn’t take his eyes of you. He immediately grabbed you by the wrists, stopping you from turning your back, carefully pulling you back to him.

“Quiet, (Y/N),” he exclaimed which made you almost flinched, he was so dominant out of a sudden, “You are beautiful! And I could really get used to that.”

“Get used to what? Me illegally driving your drunk ass home, you passing out and me involuntarily crashing on your couch for approximately 10 hours?”

“I don’t like the way you put it.” Johnny said, still holding your wrists tightly, his face so close that his nose was almost touching yours.

“I could also get used to that,” you admitted and that was everything Johnny needed to hear. His lips came crashing down on yours and he was kissing you hard. He released your wrists from his hands only to hug your small waist while your kiss got deeper and more intimate, Johnny’s heart was pounding, he’s been waiting for that for months. You couldn’t help yourself but smile into the kiss. But you were never willing to admit that you too pictured kissing him all the damn time. Johnny pulled you even closer to him, pressing you onto his chest. When he parted his lips from yours, he was placing small kisses along your jaw, your neck, your collarbone, he couldn’t get enough of you. You were so stunning to him and you were making him crazy. Out of a sudden Johnny dragged you up onto his lap, so you were promptly straddling him, his fingers tracing down your bare thighs.

“Jesus Christ.”, you gasped, eyes closed, enjoying every single one of his touches.

“What?”, Johnny asked smirking, he was not willing to stop anymore.

“Maybe next time, I just take the bed instead of the couch as well.”

“Why don’t we try it out right now?”

Out of habit you wanted to object but Johnny already had picked you up with your legs wrapped around his hips, making the way back into the bedroom. He finally got what he wanted and you too, couldn’t be happier yourself.

You passionately kissed his lips again, “Everything you want, Sensei!”

Johnny could really get used to this.

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babyspiderling · 4 years

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Up To Interpretation Michael Jackson x reader

(Victory Tour)

I stand on the corner of the stage, the arena dead silent around me. I hear a radio playing softly from somewhere backstage and I sign along, closing my eyes and letting my hands dance and tell the story the singer weaves. I hear the click of hard souls on the concrete, their clacks drawing closer to me. The squeak of sneakers, or some kind of rubber soled shoe follows behind the first set. I don't stop signing through the interruption, focused on keeping up with the speed and the intent behind it. I hear both feet whispering to each other, but I don't pay them any mind. I have to be perfect for the first performance of the tour. The rubber soles squeak away as the click clack of the other pair grows closer. A hand is placed on my shoulder and I turn to the hard soled feet. I am met with one of the singers I am interpreting tonight. I concentrate on his eyes, signalling him to go on. Behind him, I see one of his brothers run up behind him, his rubber sneakers squeaking across the stage, a notebook and pen in hand. He shouts "I got what you asked for Mike!" Mr. Hard Shoes glances over his shoulder and accepts the items. Opening the book, he scribbled down on the paper. He quickly shoves the book into my hands and gestures to me to read what he had written. "Hello, my name is Michael Jackson. Who are you and what are you doing here?" His handwriting is a bit difficult to read, random capitalization's here and there, and the words scribbled quickly and carelessly. I guess I was taking too long to read the note, sneakers huffing out a "Great, not only is she deaf, but illiterate." I swallow and hand the book back to Michael, turning to sneakers. I stare him in the face as I sign. "Me not deaf. Me hearing. Me don't speak. Me sign. Me sign for you."

A/N: This is ASL Gloss, The sentence structure for ASL is a bit different than regular English. ASL is quick and to the point, since there are no signs for words like "and" "the" "or" etc. Deaf People are not cavemen, they can express the same thoughts, feelings, and ideas we can, they just do it a little differently.

His mouth drops open a little bit in confusion, his eyes locked on mine as he says to Michael, "What is she saying and why is she staring at me?" I roll my eyes and turn back to Michael. I sign "Your book, you give me? Please?" Michael gets the picture, the sign for book clueing him in. "Oh! You want my notebook? Here." He hands me the notebook and pen and I write carefully and legibly. "I'm not deaf. I'm actually hearing. I'm mute, so I sign. I'm your interpreter for the U.S leg of the tour." I hand the book back and patiently wait for him to read it. He playfully smacks sneakers upside the head, laughing out a "You idiot, she's not a crazy fan. She's our interpreter for the show! And she heard everything you said." I smile, seeing the relationship the two have.

Sneaker's eyes widen comically as he realizes how far he stuck his foot in his mouth. He walks up to me, holding out his hand for me to shake. "Sorry 'bout that. I'm Jackie. We just saw some girl standing on stage waving her hands around like a crazy person, and didn't know what to think." I shake his hand, signing book again so I can properly introduce myself. Under my previous message I write "I'm Y/N, I understand the confusion. I'm mute, meaning I can't talk, but I can hear everything just as well as you can. For some reason, the fact that I can't talk made them hire me on the spot. I was actually about to ask for the set list so I can rehearse, or at least be a little prepared for tonight." I hand the notebook to Jackie and keep the pen to myself, writing on my wrist to purchase a few notebooks myself. He nods and leads me to the backstage area, Michael following close behind. "I'll introduce you to the guys and get you the set list, alright?" I nod my head, memorizing the path since I probably won't be able to ask for directions if I got lost.

Jackie leads me to a dressing room filled with four other guys and two girls. Michael introduces me to the group, "Guys, this is Y/N, she's our interpreter for the U.S leg of the tour. Y/N, this is Jermaine, Marlon, Randy and Tito. These are our sisters La Toya and Janet." I wave to them, staying silent. Marlon says "Cool, signing even when off the clock, nice gimmick." I look back to Michael and sign "They read book." He stutters out "Oh right. Here guys, this should explain some." He takes the notebook from his pocket and tosses it to Jermaine, who then passes it around. La Toya walked up to me with this glint in her eye. "Oh! You're so pretty! If we were going anywhere else, I wouldn't do a thing, but those stage lights will completely wash you out, even the guys have to wear makeup. Can I get you ready?" I think about it, and nod. I hold up a finger, and write down. "It has to be simple. Nothing flashy. Rules of the game. No jewelry, no distracting clothes, no sparkle eye makeup. Not up to me, just comes with being an interpreter." She reads it quickly and sags her shoulders a bit. "Fine, I get it. Nothing too flashy. But I promise, we're going to have some fun." She drags me to a second dressing room, one with lit up mirrors and vanities. She sits me down and pulls out a giant makeup case. I relax my face and let her do her thing, trusting her to not go overboard. She plugs in a curling iron as she finishes up my makeup. Without any paper around, I try my best to communicate. I pull my hair back, off my face, another rule of interpreting. Luckily, La Toya got the message. "Oh! Hair back, got it." She curls my hair, completely covering it in hairspray, and gives me a beautiful bun on the top of my head, leaving the second half of my hair down. I inspect myself in the mirror, never feeling this beautiful in my life. I turn to La Toya and sign "Thank you", hoping that if she doesn't understand my hands, she can understand the look in my eyes.

I walk out into the hallways, now hustling and bustling as it gets closer to show time. I was given the set list and lyric sheet for the night while I was made over. I run the entire show at least 5 times before being called to take my place, the instructional prologue getting ready to play.

By the end of the show, my wrists and fingers ached from the fast movements to stay on pace with the band. Walking backstage, I just want to take my makeup off and stretch out my aching joints. Michael stops me in the hall and asks me, "Hey, you want to fly with us? I'd love to get to know you more, plus give you the set list for the next show to let you practice." I nod, wanting to answer his questions. He lights up. "Maybe, you can teach me some sign language? Don't get me wrong, I love writing back and forth, but it'd be cool to sign to each other" He leads me to the limo that is taking him to the hotel and then the airport in the morning. "I'm not sure where your room is, but I can have your stuff sent to mine and we can talk some. If you'd like." I shrug my shoulders, I didn't know either. He makes a quick phone call and I watch the lights move past. "Hey, Y/N, you were really cool there. It was like you were singing and dancing with your hands at the same time. Why don't you talk? If you don't mind me asking. You don't have to answer." I hold out my hand for the notebook and try my best to write on the bumpy road. "Long story. I'll tell you at the hotel, roads too rough to write it out on the way." He reads my writing and nods in understanding. "I get it." We fall into a comfortable silence as we drive to his hotel.

I follow Michael through the lobby, up the elevators and to his suite. My bags are placed in the main room, and Michael stretches his arms above his head. "Hey, Y/N, I'm going to go take a shower. If your story really is as long as you're saying, go ahead and start writing it down. I can read it while you shower." I nod and he hands me a legal pad, much better than the little hand notebook Michael carried around at all times. I sit down and start writing.

"I've been mute since I was 6 years old. My dad and I were going to the record store to listen to some and take others home to add to our collection. The light turned green, and we went, but someone else swerved into our lane, causing a head on collision. My dad died on impact, but they said he didn't feel any pain. Pieces of glass got caught in and cut my throat. I woke up in the hospital with no vocal chords, no voice. The damage done was too much for them to take and they had to be removed. I don't want your pity, I've gotten nothing but pity since I was 6. I'm not fragile and you do not need to treat me as such." I put the pen down just as Michael finished up in the bathroom. I gestured to the pad, and grabbed clothes for the shower. When I came out Michael was just staring at the paper, some areas warped with his spilled tears. He looked up at me with glossy eyes and enveloped me in his arms. "Oh, Y/N, I am so sorry. We don't have to talk about it or anything. We can just go to bed right now if you want." I shake my head. I break away reluctantly and go back to the paper. "No, it's ok. If you have any questions I will do my best to answer them." He thinks for a moment and asks, "Can you make any sounds? If you don't have vocal chords, how can you be vocal?" I hum a little tune, and make a couple of noises. We sit down, and he asks me to teach him to sign. We start with finger spelling.

"What's your favorite candy?" "(F-A-V-O-R-I-T-E C-A-N-D-Y)" "Wow! I love those! I like S-K-I-T-T-L-E-S. Oh! And P-E-A-N-U-T M-N-M-S!" I smile at him. He's a really fast learner. I yawn and glance at the clock. I sign "time" and point at the clock. He follows my finger and reads the time. "Oh wow, 1:30. We should probably get to bed. I'll take the couch and see you in the morning." I reach for the pen to protest but he snatches it before I can lay a finger on it. "No Ifs ands or buts. I'm taking the couch." I roll my eyes, signing "Silly boy" and making my way to the bed. I fall into a blissful sleep easily.

The next morning Michael and I are on our way to the plane, the next stop being Irving. We sit across from each other, Michael signing what he can, and writing what he can't. I teach him little words and phrases as we go, and specific ones at his request. Sooner than expected we touch down and make our way to the venue. The entire tour goes by in a flash, performing every night with the boys, only watching from the wings our eight shows in Canada. On our last night in LA and my last night on the job, Michael drops a bomb on everyone around the world. That this was the last show for the tour. I translated what he said for the audience, a look of complete confusion on my face. I struggled to focus on the task at hand, translating for those Deaf at the show, unable to comprehend what had just happened. The show had ended finally and it was chaos backstage. People yelling at Mike for his cancellation, calling it selfish, immature. I couldn't help but feel a little hurt. I knew that this was my last show, and that I would no longer be working with the band, but I thought he would at least tell me since I thought we were close. I pushed through the throngs of angry managers and crew members back to my little corner.

I gathered my things, coming across one of the notebooks that Michael and I had practically filled. The others full of writing were in my suitcase back at the hotel. In my heartache, I accidentally dropped the notebook, its pages falling open on impact. A page filled with shading and lines caught my attention, its place in the back making it invisible to me. Examining it closely, I realize it's an incredibly done sketch of me, done by Michael. I was asleep when he did this. I think it was on the plane to Denver. I gently closed the pages, and placed it into my bag.

I turned my gaze to the sound of the door opening, revealing none other than the artist himself. With creased eyebrows, I simply sign "Why?", not understanding why he did it a bit. He sagged, as if all the air had been let out of him. "Because, Y/N, I couldn't stand being under their thumb anymore. I couldn't work with Joseph anymore, I need to be the one in control. I want to make my own music, send my own message, without anyone telling me otherwise." I nod, understanding where he was coming from, but sad to see him go. I wiped at my tears and signed "I'll miss you Applehead." This made him chuckle and pull me in for a long, large hug. "I'll miss you too." He kissed the top of my head and took a step back. He signed "You always in my heart." something I had taught him, but fragmented. He picked up the notebook laying in the top of my bag and tore out an empty page, as well as a pen. He handed both to me. "Write down your address and I promise I will write to you practically everyday. And if I ever go on tour, I know just who I'll hire to be my interpreter." With one final tearful hug goodbye, it was time for us to go our separate ways. I would miss him, but I knew I would always be in his heart, and he in mine.

Taglist: @accio-boys

#michael jackson #michael jackson imagine #michael jackson x reader #80s imagines #80's imagine #80's fanfiction #80's x reader

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tardisbadwolfrose · 3 years

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For the character thing, please do Rose Tyler

Ooo thats fun. I was not expecting a doctor who character. Ok. Lets go.

Why I like them: part of it is just because she was my first companion. I fell in love with Doctor Who through her. But also, theres something to be said for a perfectly normal, ordinary person with flaws and who probably doesnt think much of themselves, who is young and naive and loving, who ends up doing extraordinary things without some preternatural destiny guiding them. The only other companion who really hit on that was Bill. Donna had a bit, but there were elements of s4 that implied that it was all some sort of prophecy coming together. The DoctorDonna and all that. Rose really was so ordinary. Even Bad Wolf was born of something so ordinary, so human, this intense love and desire to protect. Rose was, in so many ways, such a perfect first companion, because from the beginning shes such an every girl. And she has so much compassion for so many. Everytime she interacts with people, especially people who work for other people, she treats them like people and like equals. Theres the mechanic in "the end of the world," gwenyth, etc. I just... Ugh. I love her. Bills still my fave, but rose is a VERY close second.

Why I don't like them: her selfishness. I dont know if its really that I dont like her because of it, because I like that she has a real, human flaw, and its a real reason that people might dislike them. It means shes well written, and feels real and human. But it still bugs me. Especially in s1, but even in parts of s2. She treats Mickey and her mother with this dissmissiveness, which is very immature. Like she thinks they only exist when shes around. She gets called on it though, and pretty early on. She never fixes it fully, especially where Jackie is concerned, but she makes an effort. But you can especially see it in school reunion, with her jealousy of sarah jane. She has a problem with the people she loves fully having lives outside of her, especially when those lives seem like a threat to the one shes creating.

Favorite Episode: the Parting of ways, fear her, turn left, or stolen earth/journeys end. Aka, im a simple girl with simple pleasures, and those pleasures are rose being a badass/saving the day. Special mention for the idiot lantern bc i must have watched it 20 times and they give me LIFE the doctor and rose in that episode.

Favorite season: 2. Shes starting to get more confident and sure of herself, but shes still human and flawed.

Favorite Line: whatever the hell she says during the christmas invasion, when shes trying to get the sycorax to leave. Its utter bull, makes zero sense, and its beautiful.

OTP: Doctor/Rose. Any doctor. Im a little desperate to see rose/thirteen. Also Rose/doctor/river. If ianto didnt exist, id say rose/jack/doctor, but alas, he does.

Favorite outfit: oh god. Either the one in the unquiet dead, the idiot lantern, the long game, or the doctor dances. There are so many more though. Her costuming was brilliant.

BroTP: rose and jack.

Headcanon: you mean besides time lord/immortal Rose? Ok here it goes.

So when Rose dropped out of high school for Jimmy Stone, she ran away. Went off on tour with Stone and his band. While on tour, she got.very close to the other band members, including the lead singer/lyricist, a very cute 20 yr old Welshman going through his rebellious phase named Ianto Jones, who helped her figure out she needed to go home and, in the process realized he needed to stop rebelling and start acting like a mature adult, leading to him eventually signing on with Torchwood. Meanwhile, Rose is stranded all the way in Paris because she won't stay on that tour bus with Jimmy, and she's terrified to call her mum, who had told her she'd never forgive her if she ran off and wasted her life on Jimmy. Penniless and desperate, walking alone in the rain, Rose thinks she's never going to make it back to London when she almost gets run over by a car after forgetting to watch where she's going and wandering into the street. The driver swerves and just barely miss her, and after pulling over, a man hops out of the car and starts admonishing her, when Rose bursts into tears. Feeling badly, the man insists on taking her home. She tells him home is in London, too far away for her to accept, but the man refuses to listen, telling her he was heading to London anyway, and here, why don't you borrow my cell phone and call your mum, I'm sure she wants you home. He's right of course, and Jackie cries from relief at hearing from her and is thrilled she's coming home. The man's name was Rory, she learned on the drive, and he was married to a wonderful woman who he loved named Amy, and they lived in Leeds but he was travelling around from work and he was heading from Paris to London because of it. It took six hours to gt back to London, and once they got there, her mum treated Rory to breakfast and he went on his way and rose never saw him again.

Yes, it was that Rory. He was with Amy and the Doctor and he got stranded in Paris in the early 2000's and he wasn't heading into London at all but he felt very bad about almost hitting the poor girl with his car and he recognized her from an old picture he found while he was wandering the Tardis and he brought it to the doctor to ask him about it and the Doctor got very sad and very quiet and walked very quickly away from the conversation and Rory figured that meant that he used to travel with her and there was a sad story in there somewhere and he was curious about the girl and how she'd inspire that kind of emotion from a man he'd rarely seen care about anything real.

Should I make this a fanfiction? I kind of want to make this an actual fic... Anyway.

Unpopular opinion: ...She is a very much not straight woman. I don't know if that's unpopular, but it isn't popular. Or at least, it isn't talked about.

A wish: That she comes back in S13 and we see a reunion. I am but a simple girl with simple pleasures and I have been WAITING WITH BATED BREATH FOR A ROSE COMEBACK FOR YEARS AND I AM O V E R D U E.

An OMG-Please-Don't-Ever-Happen: For a character that is no longer in the show there isn't much I can say. I'd be very disappointed if they brought Rose back and ruined it but that requires them to bring her back first.

5 words that best describe them: Kind, good, jealous, badass, loving

My nickname for them: I don't really have one

Give me more characters! I love this!

#doctor who #new who #rose tyler #rory williams #ianto jones #jack harkness #characters #my favorite characters #nine #ten #ninth doctor #tenth doctor

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slafkovskys · 4 years

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too busy being yours / a. turcotte

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my masterlist!

title from do i wanna know? by the arctic monkeys

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when the brown-haired, brown-eyed boy stumbled up the stairs onto your front porch, you couldn’t help but giggle. you were leaning against the wall outside your dad’s office as he wheeled in his first piece of luggage. your mom walked towards him with her arms outstretched and wrapped him in a hug, “how are you alex? was your flight good?”

he chuckles as he pulls back, stepping aside to let your dad in with his equipment. “i’m good. the flight was good. thank you for having me, mrs. hughes. it means a lot.”

she shushes him, rubbing her hands up his arms in the motherly way she always did even if it wasn’t one of her own children. “nonsense. we’re happy to have you, alex. you don’t have to call me mrs. hughes, it’s too formal. you can call me ellen.”

“okay, mrs- ellen,” he’s quick to correct himself at the sharp look she gives him.

“you can’t help, or are you too pretty?” jack interrupts your mother before she can speak again. he glares at you as he passes through the door.

“i’m too pretty,” you pout jokingly. alex, as though he hadn’t realized you were there, turns his head and looks at you with wide eyes. you hold up your hands and wiggle your fingers, “plus i just got my nails done jacky and, as you know, they weren’t cheap.”

your older brother rolls his eyes as he moves over to the stairs to set down alex’s duffel bag. your mother gives you a look before gesturing you forward, “this is y/n, the baby of the family even though she’s not the youngest.”

“the baby, the light of my parents’ life, just a few words commonly used to describe me,” you grin, holding out your hand for the boy to shake. almost tentatively, he does so.

“you forgot pain in the ass,” jack mumbles and your mother is quick to scold him. he flushes and apologizes, but you know that he didn’t fully mean it.

“are you hungry?” she changes the subject, turning to look at the house’s newest resident who nods. she grins before clapping her hands, “great! y/n can show you around while i make you something to eat. you don’t mind do you, y/n? perfect!”

she didn’t even give you time to answer before she turns around and walks towards the kitchen. jack follows quickly after her, “what about me? can you make me some lunch? mom?”

you chuckle at your brother’s antics before looking back at alex. “you don’t have to look so scared. i promise that i’m not gonna bite your head off or anything.”

he chuckles before scratching the back of his neck, “good to know?”

“c’mon alex. let’s go on a field trip,” you announce as you push off the wall. you point towards your dad’s office, “that’s the office. it really just holds all of the boys’ memorabilia, like they’re awards, pucks, all of that-”

“do you play?” he asks.

“i used to when i was younger, but i just decided it wasn’t for me as i got older. left it for the boys,” you shrug before pointing your finger in the direction of where your mom and brother had gone, “that’s where the family room, kitchen, and dining room are. down there is the basement where we have ping pong, the xbox, and other stuff. that door leads to the garage which is basically just the boys’ practice room. the only time there was a car in there was, like, the first day that we moved and we were unpacking stuff.”

he chuckles and follows you as you move towards the stairs, “mom and dad’s room is down here too, so we get the entire upstairs to ourselves which is pretty cool. i think that they regret it because when we argue, it can get pretty loud and they just hear us stomping around on top of their heads.”

“do you argue a lot?” he questions, following you up to the second floor where all of your rooms were.

you shrug, “i mean, we’re siblings. it’s more playful than anything. i’ll call jack a bitch, but i mean it in a loving way.”

“what about me?” you hear jack shout from downstairs.

“i was just telling him which room was yours!” you shout back, looking at alex threateningly. he holds his hands up in surrender, but the dimpled grin on his face tells you he wasn’t the least bit threatened by you. “speaking of rooms, luke’s is at the end of the hall. jack’s is there, mine is right here, and you get quinn’s old room beside mine.”

“lucky me,” he teases and you have to turn your head so he doesn’t see you flush.

you push open the door to his room and gesture him inside. “we didn’t unpack your stuff, but if you don’t see something, i think dad put some boxes in the closet too.”

“thanks,” he nods, moving past you into his new bedroom. he looks around, shoving his hands in his pockets. “does your mom care if i hang some things up, like pictures or posters?”

you shake your head, “it’s your room dude. do whatever you want with it, just don’t punch holes in the walls. that was quinn’s only rule.”

“i won’t,” he assures, taking a seat on the bed.

you sigh, “well, i’ll leave you to unpack your stuff. let me know if you need anything.”

“thank you,” he says as you turn which causes you to look back at him with a raised eyebrow, “y’know, for the tour.”

“anytime,” you wink, grabbing the knob of his door and pulling it behind you. you leave a crack before moving into your room next door. you shut your door fully behind you and press your back against it as bite your lip, “anytime.”

it was kind of strange how quickly alex had become part of your life, part of your routine. having him there was just natural. normal.

the first year flew by and when he came back for his second and final year in the program, the two of you were practically inseparable. you were never able to see him as another one of your brothers, but as more of a best friend.

you basically had an open-door policy for alex (something your brother’s had yet to obtain so they just barged in as they pleased) which never made it weird when he wound up in your room, either splayed across your bed or in the chair in front of your desk. currently, he had taken up residence at the latter as you tightened the string on your top.

you move to stand in front of your mirror, giving yourself a once over, “how do i look, al?”

“fine,” he says, sparing you a glance before looking back down at his phone. you groan and grab a boot before launching it towards him, “what the hell?”

“i don’t want to just look ‘fine’ alex,” you sigh, resting your hands on your hips, “i want to look mature. i want to be drop-dead gorgeous.”

“first of all you’re sixteen,” he holds up a finger, “and secondly, if i called you drop-dead gorgeous, your brother would probably break my leg.”

you flush, turning away from the mirror. you grab your sneakers before nodding towards your door, “let’s go down. avery’s gonna be here for me soon.”

“who’s all gonna be at this party that you’ve been so quiet about?” alex asks.

“her boyfriend probably,” jack teases, not looking up at you as you move into the family room.

“shut up,” you roll your eyes. you look at alex and he stiffens at the mention of the word ‘boyfriend.’ you shook your head as you sit down on a barstool to put on your shoes. “some friends from school. some u17s, nothing new.”

“you need to watch out for the- oh, no ma’am,” jack finally looks up. his eyes rake over your outfit and he pauses on the sliver of your abdomen exposed by the gap between your jeans and shirt. “not today, not ever. go change.”

“no,” you’re quick to respond, looking at him annoyed. “i’m wearing this.”

“no you’re not,” jack says, standing up. he points upstairs, “put on a shirt. an actual one.”

“jack-” you don’t have time to argue before your dad comes through the garage.

“dad, tell y/n that she needs to change!”

“where is she going?” he asks, looking at you. unlike jack, he didn’t make a face at your outfit. you were used to walking around in cutoff shirts or hoodies, so it was nothing new to see a bit of your stomach.

“a party,” jack states, and just for the extra nail in the coffin, he smirks, “with the u17s.”

“no, yeah you definitely need to change. sorry princess,” he walks over to press a kiss to your head before going back towards his room. you hear the door shut and you turn to glare at your brother.

“you-” you feel your phone buzz in your back pocket so you pull it out to check. it was avery and she was outside. it was then that you were thankful for how punctual she was. you smirk, looking back at the two boys. “actually, i don’t have time. my ride’s outside. don’t wait up.”

you take off towards the front door. you hear jack shouting after you as you tear through the front yard and open the backdoor of avery’s car. both avery and lily (who was in the passenger seat) look at you concerned, but you shook your head, “drive.”

she listens, pulling away from your house before jack could catch up. she barely makes it out of your neighborhood before your phone lights up. it was a text from alex.

alex t

for the record, you did look drop dead gorgeous, he’s just being an ass

have fun and don’t do anything i wouldn’t do ;)

you don’t even realize you’re grinning until avery calls you out on it, “who are you texting? you’re grinning so hard it looks like it hurts.”

“nobody,” you try and lie, but your voice crack gives you away. both girls giggle and pester you some more, “fine, fine. it was brett. happy?”

“no it wasn’t,” lily shakes her head, but the conversation is thankfully dropped.

that night as you danced around with your friends, hung around with brett who you were kind of talking to but he always seemed to forget that, and even during that, your mind was on alex. his smile, his stupid dimples, him.

that was when you realized how fucked you were.

it was one thing everyone around you noticed, how close you and alex were. while your family had grown used to it, anyone who didn’t live in the house always made sure to tease you two about it.

“so now that he’s gone,” trevor’s voice drops as jack leaves the room to go and grab his wallet that he’d left upstairs, “you can tell us the truth. are you two like-” he puckers his lips and leans towards patrick who shoved him away.

“trev, i love you man, but not that much,” patrick says and you giggle. alex’s hand squeezes your ankle and you look at him to find him already staring at you. “but seriously,” patrick says, “what is up with you two? and don’t say that you’re just friends because this isn’t friend shit.”

he gestures to where your legs were thrown over alex’s lap and the hand alex kept on your ankle almost protectively. you weren’t daft. you had also noticed how alex had changed when it came to you, you just chose not to bring it up. you were scared that if you did, if you asked if the feelings were mutual and they weren’t, it would scare him off and you weren’t ready to lose this side of alex so you just kept your feelings to yourself.

“we’ve been planning this for weeks, pat. it’s not my fault that it fell on boys night,” alex shrugs, turning to look at the massachusetts native. “i’ll be at the next one.”

“what happened to ftf? what happened to bros before,” he pauses, rethinking his choice of words, “other bro’s sisters? no offense y/n. you’re beautiful.”

“thank you. none taken,” you laugh at him. you press your heel into alex’s thigh which causes him to look at you, “you can go if you want. i can just watch it alone, al. it’s no big deal.”

“no, you wanted to watch this together, so we’re watching it together. i made a commitment to you before i did to them,” he shrugs and you sigh.

trevor huffs before running a hand over his face, “pat, we’ve officially lost him.”

“who did we lose?” jack asks, coming back into the room with his wallet and keys in hand. he looks at alex, not even paying attention to where his friend’s hand rested because he was so used to it, “you sure you don’t want to come man? i’m positive it’ll be more fun than watching hocus pocus and eating mac and cheese.”

“i’m good,” he replies to your brother who rolls his eyes.

“can you just go already? you’re killing my halloween vibe,” you whine. the four boys laugh before jack walks forward and places a kiss on top of your head, “love you jacky. be safe.”

“love you too princess,” he says, moving over to alex. he tries to hug him, but alex shoves him away. jack puts on a show, a pout on his lips as he whines, “but i love you turcs.”

“i love you too jack, but i’m not your sister,” alex kicks jack in the leg when he tries to lean on again. you pull your legs back when alex stands up as they start to tussle around.

trevor and pat are in the background watching, waiting for jack to finish because he was the driver. it lasts for only a minute before they separate and fix their clothes. alex sits back down and pulls your feet back into his lap immediately, draping his arm over them to weigh them down.

the three head towards the door, but trevor hangs back to say one final thing, “goodbye lovebirds.”

both of your faces flame as trevor walks out of the door cackling. you sink into the couch, hoping it would swallow you whole as alex turns to you, “i’m sorry about him. i keep telling him-”

“don’t worry about it,” you shake your head. you look at the time on your phone before sitting up, “do you wanna do a face mask? you wanna do a face mask.”

as he always did, he goes willingly when you drag him off the couch. though you didn’t need to pull him all the way up the stairs by his wrist, you did. you craved that physical contact with him. you wanted to hold onto him so he wouldn’t slip away, not like he would.

you lead him into your bathroom which was connected to your bedroom. when you first moved in, you discovered that there was only one bedroom that had an attached bathroom so you were quick to claim it. you’d had to share with the boys before and it was an experience that you didn’t wish to have again.

“can i do the purple sparkly one that you had on last week?” he asks as he hops on the counter in the empty space beside the sink. you look at him with a raised eyebrow. “what?”

“you noticed that?” you bend down and open the cabinet, grabbing the jar.

“i notice a lot of things you do,” he mumbles, probably thinking that you wouldn’t hear him but you did. that was one thing about alex, he was terrible at whispering.

you take a deep breath before standing, grabbing a headband for yourself and a scrunchie for him. you move to stand between his legs, “we need to pull your hair back so it doesn’t get stuff in it.”

you run your hands through the front of his hair, gathering it in a tiny bundle before tying the scrunchie around it. he had closed his eyes and you giggle, pulling out your phone. he peeks open an eye, “what are you doing?”

“i’m taking a picture al. smile,” you demand. he does so, giving you his real smile and not his normal one. you smile at the picture, “you’re cute.”

“let me see,” he says, leaning forward to look at your phone. he looks at the picture and shakes his head, pressing the ‘x’ in the top left corner. “you’re deleting that.”

“well, i already saved it so,” you shrug, turning off your phone and placing it on the counter. you twist open the jar and scoop some onto your fingers, “hold.”

he takes the jar from your hand with a chuckle, “yes ma’am.”

he lets you apply the mask, not talking or moving too much because this wasn’t the first time he’d done this with you. unlike your brothers, he was more than willing to do face masks or let you do his eyebrows. he probably would never admit it, but deep down you knew he liked it.

“let me do you,” he says, tightening his legs around you as you finish and try to move to the side. “please?”

“okay, but you have to do a thin layer or else it will take forever to dry,” you say and he shakes his head. “sorry, i’m sorry.”

his fingers are gentle as he rubs across your face, applying the mask evenly. he tucks your hair into your headband when it keeps falling out. “don’t want that to get stuck,” he would say to himself.

he smiles when he’s finished. you move your head to the side to look in the mirror, giving him a nod of approval. he hops off the counter as you move to stand in front of the sink.

“i have a question,” alex announces as you wash your hands. “a hypothetical question.”

“well i have a hypothetical answer to your hypothetical question,” you send him a smile through the mirror as you shut the water off and grab a towel. “what’s up al?”

“hypothetically, if i were to ask you out on a date, what would you say?” the look in his eyes tells you that he was nervous, fearful even of what you might say.

“hypothetically, i would say yes,” you turn to face him, playing with sleeves of the grey, wisconsin long sleeve that belonged to him, but was currently on your body. “but if you don’t ask me, i can’t say yes.”

“okay, that’s good,” he whispers to himself, moving in front of the sink after you. he didn’t ask after or when you walked back downstairs. he didn’t ask as you started your october first tradition (which he’d only been a part of since last year) of making mac and cheese and watching hocus pocus. he didn’t ask as you washed off your face masks. he didn’t ask as you got closer on the couch and ended up pressed into his side with his hand under your shirt.

it wasn’t until later that night when you were tucked under your comforter ready to slip into unconsciousness that alex walked through your door. he perched himself on the edge of your bed and leaned over you. “hypothetically,” he grins at your giggle, “would you let me steal you away this weekend?”

“i would,” you raise your hand to thumb at his cheek. he leans into your hand and you smile sleepily, “can we stop being hypothetical now?”

#alex turcotte #alex turcotte imagine #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #la kings #my work

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allisonxmoynihan · 4 years

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new beginnings ~ j. hughes

Request: Can you write a jack one where you move next door to the hughes and it’s the middle of senior year so jack helps you around school and takes you on a tour of much and is proud when he shows you the usa hockey arena. And then you guys start to catch feelings and everyone sees it but u guys and u meet the team and jacks family. And you guys start dating and then like fast forward and you are going to the draft with him and it’s just a happy ending:))

Word Count: 3,470

Your mom wakes you from your slumber as she pulls up the driveway of a blue suburban home with light stone accents, “welcome to your new home honey,”

You wince at the bright sun, and look straight up at the house, “Can’t wait,” you sigh, opening up the passenger door and going to help your mom unload the moving truck. Your mom joins you, helping you grab boxes and move them into the garage, “Lighten up, you never know what will happen sweetie,”

You give her a weak smile, “yeah, it’ll be great mom. My senior year of high school starts in three days and I don’t know anyone.”

Later that night you were helping your mom unpack the kitchen when the doorbell rang, “y/n can you please get that?”

When you answer the door you’re shocked when you see an older lady and two boys who appeared to be about your age, “um, hi?” you offer

“Welcome to the neighborhood!” The lady says, as the younger of the two boys holds out a plate of cookies. You turn your head back, relieved to see your mom coming into the foyer.

“Hi, I’m Ellen,” the lady says as she shakes your mom’s hands.

You take the cookies from the younger boy, “thanks,”

“Of course, mom said it would be nice to bake for the new neighbors and I really wanted to make a cake but I’m not too good in the kitchen yet. Jack,” the boy says pointing back at the other one, who honestly looks uncomfortable standing on your front porch, his light blue eyes glued to you, “wouldn’t help with the cookies and almost ate all the dough, but mom and I managed to get some for ya. I’m Luke by the way,”

You laugh at how much he shared with you, “Well, thanks for the cookies Luke, I’m sure they’re great. I’m y/n by the way”

“Jack’s a senior too!” Ellen exclaims, pointing back at Jack who redirects his attention to his mom mom. “He’d love to show y/n around town and school and help her out,” she smiles, “right, Jack?”

Jack rolls his eyes and it’s clear to you that he couldn’t be more uninterested in showing you around school, “Mom,” he groans, throwing his head back a little.

“It’s okay, Mrs. Hughes, really, I’ll be fine on Monday,” you start and she shushes you.

“Right. Jack.” She says again, her voice more stern, her eyebrows raising slightly for emphasis.

Jack turns towards you again, a forced, weak smile gracing his face, “Yeah, I’ll show you around on the first day,”

~*~

“So, you ready for school tomorrow?” your mom asks, scooping the two of you a bowl of your favorite ice cream to share, a ritual you’ve been doing every year since first grade.

You shrug, “I don’t know, I’m kind of nervous.”

She smiles, placing a some cherries over the top of the sundae, “You have Jack showing you around,”

You wrinkle up your face, “yeah, that’’ be great. He’s kind of cocky, and doesn’t seem very interested in helping anyone but himself,”

Your mom hands you a spoon, digging in herself and taking a bite of the dessert, “He could be very sweet. Give him a chance, what do you have to lose sweetie?”

~*~

A loud honking snaps you out of the daydreams running through your head as you wait for the bus. You turn around and see a car full of boys pull to a stop, and you frown when you see an overly happy Jack stick his head out of the window.

“y/n, get in, I’ll drive you so I can show you where your classes are and everything,”

“I can take the bus, but thanks”

You hear the rest of the car erupt in laughter, “She told you Hughesy,” one of the boys says,

Jack smiles cockily back at you, “You’ll be late, and on your first day, that wouldn’t look to great sweetheart,”

Your cheeks are flaming hot at his statement, and begrudgingly you slide into the back of the car, “thanks” you mutter under your breath.

The boy in the passenger seat turns around, “Damn Jack, thought you said she was cute, but I think you meant to say hot”

Jack glares at his friend, as the boy next to you smiles, “so you’re y/n?” you blush slightly, nodding your head.

Jack clears his throat, “so, uh, y/n, these are my teammates alex, trevor, and pat”

You nod, smiling at each of them, remembering that Mrs. Hughes had mentioned Jack plays hockey for a “really good team” as she put it, which you had just found out from alex was a national development program.

Speeding through the parking lot, Jack quickly turns the wheel so he can park the car and you find yourself gripping the door handle.

“Oh, sorry,” Jack laughs,

Trevor turns back to look at you, “you’ll get used to it,” he smiles.

Walking up to the front doors Jack comes up right next to you, sticking his hand out, “where’s your schedule?” you hand it over and he quickly glances at it, nodding his head and smiling, “alright, we have some classes together and then you have some with trevor, but we have lunch together so i’ll pick you up at the class before and then trev will pick you up from the cafeteria and take you to you afternoon classes, and alex will take you from last period back to me so I can take you home,” he rambles, holding the door open for you to walk in, before promptly letting it fall behind him onto Pat.

You look back at Jack with wide eyes, “I’m sorry, what?”

He laughs at your confusion, “just follow me, we’ll all help you out today.”

Jack takes you on a tour of the school, pointing out your classrooms, the office, cafeteria, gym and nurse’s office. As Jack is telling you about your teachers and telling you what to expect you hear his friends snickering, “I have a cute new neighbor,”

“Look at him, he’s a goner,”

“He’s whipped,”

“But I thought he said they’re just friends?”

Jack’s voice snaps you out of the conversation between the boys behind you, “First period’s gonna start soon, so we have 1-3 together, you have fourth with trev, lunch with me, 6th with trev, and 7th and 8th with alex and pat. They’ll help out too, so if you’re ever lost just look for one of us.”

“Yeah, don’t worry about it y/n! Just stay put until one of us comes and finds you,” Trevor reassures you

“Yeah, for sure, we’ll be here for you” Alex adds

“For sure,” Pat says.

You laugh, “Thanks so much guys”

On the way to calculus, your first class of the day, you hear Trevor ask, “Hey, y/n what do you think of Plymouth so far?”

You shrug, “I haven’t really left my neighborhood, so I really don’t know,”

Jack sends a look to Trevor who raises his hands up in defense as the first bell rings. Jack tugs your wrist gently, and you oblige, following him into a classroom as you wave to the other boys.

“They’re really nice,” you smile, taking a seat next to Jack in the back row.

“Yeah, they’re alright,” he mumbles, and you look at him confused, but he just stares at the chalk board at the front of the room, “have you really not seen town yet?” he asks suddenly and you nod, “I’ll show you around Plymouth and the surrounding towns tonight after my practice then. I’ll pick you up at nine”

~*~

Jacky Hughes

Hey, i’m on the driveway

“Mom! I’m going out with a friend,” You say, throwing on your converse.

Your mom leans her head out of her office, “At 9:00? Are you going out with Jack?”

You roll your eyes, but your cheeks are as red as a tomato, “Go, have fun, just don’t be out too late,”

You get into Jack’s car and are shocked to see that his hair is still wet with sweat from his probably grueling practice, and his gear is all in the back, “Oh, um, you could have gone home and changed,” you say, suddenly feeling like a burden.

Jack smiles, backing out of your driveway, “Don’t worry about it, this is more important anyway,”

You feel butterflies in your stomach, but quickly disregard them, “So, how was practice?”

“Good, we did some good off ice training today since it’s still pre-season” He says slowing for a red light, “here you can have the aux, play whatever you want,”

You smile, turning on your favorite music, and by the look on Jack’s face you can tell he isn’t a fan of what you would describe as the most beautiful music on earth.

“I can turn something else on,” you offer

Jack smiles, turning out onto a main street from the subdivision, “Don’t worry about it”

As Jack continues to drive through Plymouth he’s quick to point out all his favorite places: chipotle, the grocery store that has his favorite sour gummy candy, a frozen yogurt place, and so much more. He takes a sharp turn down a side road, “I gotta show you something,”

Jack pulls into a parking lot that’s illuminated by radiant street lights, throwing the car into park Jack sighs and turns to face you, “y/n, this is my home away from home,”

You look straight ahead at the brick arena in front of you, “wow,” you say in amazement, partially in shock that Jack is able to compete in his greatest passion at the highest level for his age.

The rest of the night you and Jack find yourselves talking about everything and anything: your childhoods, the defining moments of your life, sharing your favorite jokes, and talking about your life goals. As the night progressed you no longer thought of Jack as a cocky 17 year old who was immensely talented and had the whole world at his fingertips, and Jack on the other hand was growing more and more fond of you, desperate for any excuse to spend time with you in the near future.

When Jack dropped you off at night, he got out of his car to walk you to your front door, “Thanks again for showing me around Jack, I really appreciate it,”

Jack shoves his hands in his pocket, not really sure what he was supposed to do, “Don’t even worry about it, I liked it,”

You raise your eyebrow, holding back a laugh, “I like driving, especially at night, it’s relaxing, and I guess it was nice to talk to you too…” He stammers, his voice trailing off at the end.

“Goodnight Jack,” you laugh walking into the dark house before you, reliving the night all over again in your head.

~*~

A brisk and bitter breeze filled the outside air as early November snows began to dust the floors of Michigan. A new Friday night ritual you found yourself a part of was lounging in the Hughes’s living room with some of his teammates, often having to remind the boys to stop acting like five year olds.

Tonight in particular, it was just a small group of you, the boys sprawled across the floor watching youtube videos on Alex’s phone and laughing every now and then. You’re laying on the couch, your head resting on Jack’s thigh, one of his hands playing with your hair the other intertwined with yours, as you try to convince the boys that you should make cookies together.

“Y/n, i love you” Luke halts, growing red in the face, “like a sister, y’know, but I’m gonna burn the entire neighborhood down if I bake cookies,”

The boys snicker at Luke, “you love her lukey?” Alex coos

“No no no, like a sister, dude,” Trev adds, slapping his knee as he leans back, loud laughs escaping his mouth.

“Two brothers competing for the same girl?” Alex continues the banter,

“Plymouth was getting a little boring turcs, we needed a scandal to come from somewhere” Trevor laughs again.

Luke buries his face in a throw pillow, “I had a good point, I would burn the house down,”

Jack chuckles, twisting a strand of your hair around his finger and watching as it falls, “yeah, let’s do it”

Pat shrugs, “I’m still here, I can help too”

“Do you think in victorian eras they used flour as baby powder?” Jack asks while scooping heaping spoonfuls of flour into the mixing bowl.

“That’s a good point,” Patty mentions, working on melting the butter, “y/n am i doing this right?”

“Yes, and Jack stop putting so much flour, they’re not going to turn out,”

Jack laughs, “you never answered the question. I think this could be great baby powder, it has the right consistency”

You laugh, “Why don’t you test it out?”

Jack looks at you blankly before continuing to put way too much flour into the bowl and without any warning he comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close to his torso.

“Jacky, what are you doing?”

You hear him try and stifle some giggles as his hands slowly move closer to your face. You try to escape his firm hold on you, only it’s too late and his hands are smearing flour across your face.

You lean forward and grab an egg from the counter, turning around to face Jack.

“y/n no, please no. I’m having a good hair day and I don’t want a dead baby chicken on me,”

You look at him confused at his logic before cracking the egg above his head. Jack pretends to be mad, but it’s short lived since he can’t help the grin that covers his face.

“OW!” Pat’s scream tears the two of you apart from each other,

“You okay patty?” you ask, walking over to where he was melting butter on the stove.

“The pan is hot, I didn’t know it would be.”

Jack laughs at him, “dumbass, of course the pan is gonna be hot”

Pat glares at his brunette teammate, “well if you two weren’t so lovey dovey you would have heard my questions,” he says before leaving the kitchen.

A light blush dusts Jack’s cheeks at his teammates words, “We’re just friends Pat,”

“You keep telling yourself that Rowdie,” Luke smiles as he comes into the kitchen, “are the cookies done yet? I’m hungry.”

~*~

It was the first game of the new year and Jack had been begging you to come to one of his games for months now. You kept using school as an excuse, but you were technically still on winter break, so you were out of excuses. Jack had dropped off a sweatshirt of his, your favorite, for you to wear tonight, as if you didn’t already have a growing collection in your closet.

You slip into the navy blue sweatshirt, the USA Hockey logo adorned on the front, Jack’s number on the back underneath his name. You loved when he wore this one, he took so much pride in playing for the ntdp and you just loved to see him happy.

At the rink you quickly find the other friends and girlfriends, glad you wouldn’t have to sit alone.

Fran sees you and immediately she’s beaming and waving you over, “Hey girl, new sweatshirt for the collection?” she asks, raising an eyebrow at the end.

You blush, “Guess he thought I needed another one”

The boys are already out on the ice warming up, and your eyes are scanning the arena looking for the one and only. You can’t help the butterflies that start racing across your tummy when you finally spot him; he’s by the bench, his helmet off, grabbing a drink of water. You notice he’s also scanning the stands, and his eyes land on you, his eyes lighting up as he smiles goofily up at you.

You feel your breath hitch in your throat, a deep red overtaking your face, “and you say he doesn’t like you,” sydney laughs

You regain your composure, “we’re just friends, I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that,”

The girls have amused looks on their face, but change the subject anyway.

It’s a minute left in the third period, and the game is tied 4-4. Suddenly Jack is off on a break away, one v. one with an opposing defender, and he manages to sneak a goal in making it 5-4. Jack’s teammates all run up and jump on top of him, celebrating a victory. Once Jack is free of the excited teenagers he looks back up towards your spot in the arena, and points right at you, smiling widely.

“We’re just friends,” Fran says, mimicking your voice.

You and the group are standing out in the lobby of the arena, waiting for the boys to come out before you all probably go and get food since they were always starving after a game. You see Jack emerge from the locker room, running his hand through his still wet hair. He looks up to see you running towards him and holds his arms open for you to jump into. He holds you close as your arms wrap around his neck, “hey you,” he mumbles into your neck.

You smile as he puts you back down, his one arm still around your waist, “you played really well Jacky,”

“That goal was all for you,”

You hear some fake gagging noises from the guys as the girls all laugh, the only exception being Fran and Alex who are looking at their best friends expectantly.

“So are you going to admit it?” Alex presses

“Admit what? That I played well?”

Fran rolls her eyes, “that you love y/n”

Jack’s cheeks turn red, as do yours, as Fran adds, “and that y/n loves you,”

“And that you’re not just friends,” Trev chimes in

“And haven’t been since September,” Luke chirps.

Your friends all head out to the parking lot, bickering about where they want to go eat, and it’s just you and Jack left in the arena.

“Jack, I don’t actually-”

“I love you, like a lot” Jack cuts you off, his eyes staring at the scuff marks that cover the linoleum tiles.

You’re taken aback, you never for one second actually thought that the boy who had become your best friend, the boy you fell deeply in love with despite all your efforts to fight the feelings, felt the same way.

“You love me?”

Jack looks up, his ocean blue eyes meeting yours, “Of course I do y/n, how could I not?”

It feels like time stops as Jack’s pulling you closer to him, his arms fitting so comfortably around your waist, and everything just feels right. He leans down and gently presses his lips against yours, and in that moment you couldn’t possibly ask for a better fairy tale ending to your senior year.

“What do you say, should we make this official?”

~*~

“With the first pick overall, the New Jersey Devils are proud to select from the U.S. program, Jack Hughes,”

The entire night was a blur, Jack was ecstatic, finally getting the opportunity to live out his childhood dreams and you couldn’t be any happier for your boyfriend of the last six months. You had gone out to dinner with the Hughes family, and some of his old teammates that also got drafted, you and Jack being inseparable the entire night. It was just like old times, only that it was probably the last time the crew would ever fully be together for a long time. It was bittersweet, but as you learned almost a year ago in August, new beginnings can lead to good things, and you knew these boys were going places.

It was late that night, and you and Jack found yourselves in his hotel room, him still in his suit, you sporting his jersey as you’re snuggled up in his bed.

“Looks like I’m gonna have to get you some devils gear, huh?”

You smile, “looks like it,”

He presses a long, gentle kiss to the top of your head, pulling you impossibly closer to him, “I’m not going anywhere y/n. I know I’ll be in Jersey and you’re going off to school, but I’m not leaving you, I can’t lose you.”

You smile, leaning your head back to press a kiss to his jaw, “I know Jack, I know,”

“You’re my everything,”

You blush, knowing in your heart that you found the one you want to be with forever, “I love you Jack Rowden, so so much,”

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