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[alicentflorent]

If FTWD had revealed Madison had died when she was shot and she actually what we see of her after is her in the afterlife or a pre-death dream sequence. And the story strand tells Tracy about Madison surviving the shot and saving padre is just to save 8 year old Tracy from the trauma of being a murderer. Making her believe that she inspired Madison to save padre from her fathers horde (which also may be causing her to feel guilt), I’m an attempt to make her believe in goodness and remembering “grandma” Madison in a more positive light.

I mean.. about it, she is reunited with Alicia, who is healthy now and for the record, she should have died on the beach - it makes sense given that Alicia wakes up looking healthy and feeling healthy and once again the colours are brightened as she goes off to help others. Then when we see them watching from above, that part is real and we are actually seeing the other characters alive and well. Madison and Alicia were just seeing that everyone is going to be okay before they move on. When strand sees them he’s seeing their spirits or imagining them. Their journey home to LA is actually their journey to a version of heaven/peace. It also fits in this story, bc they alluded to an afterlife / near death dream when nick died and when grace almost died, but her baby actually died instead. Anyways this is just my stupid thoughts on how to make the finale less of a dumpster fire. I spent too much time on thinking of ways to improve bad storylines.

[reasoningdaily]

My former U.S. Track and Field teammate Tori Bowie, who was found dead in her home in Florida on May 2, of complications related to childbirth at 8 months pregnant, was a beautiful runner. She was effortless. At the Rio Olympics, I ran the second leg of the 4 x 100 relay. Tori was the anchor. When she got the baton, I remember thinking, “it’s over.” She just accelerated. When she crossed the finish line, I couldn’t wait to run over to her to celebrate. It was her first, and only, Olympic gold medal.

She also picked up a silver (in the 100-m) and bronze (200-m) in Brazil. The next year, at the 2017 World Championships in London, Tori won the 100-m title, earning the title of “world’s fastest woman.” Tori started out as a long jumper. So seeing her thrive as a sprinter was a huge deal. She was just such a bright light, and people were getting to see that.

Tori grew up in Mississippi and had this huge Southern accent. She didn’t take herself too seriously. You felt this sense of ease when you were around her. I last saw her in early 2021, in San Diego, where she was training. She gave me the biggest hug; something about her spirit was just very, very sweet. I felt her sweetness come over me that day.

Tori was 32 when she died. According to the autopsy, possible complications contributing to Bowie’s death included respiratory distress and eclampsia—seizures brought on by preeclampsia, a high blood pressure disorder that can occur during pregnancy. I developed preeclampsia during my pregnancy with my daughter Camryn, who was born in November 2018. The doctors sent me to the hospital, where I would deliver Camryn during an emergency C-section, at 32 weeks. I was unsure if I was going to make it. If I was ever going to hold my precious daughter.

Like so many Black women, I was unaware of the risks I faced while pregnant. According to the CDC, in 2021 the maternal mortality rate for Black women was 2.6 times the rate for white women. About five days before I gave birth to Camryn, I was having Thanksgiving dinner with my family. I mentioned that my feet were swollen. As we went around the table, the women shared their experiences during pregnancy. My cousin said she also had swollen feet. My mom didn’t. Not once did someone say, ‘oh, well, that’s one of the indicators of preeclampsia.’ None of us knew. When I became pregnant, my doctor didn’t sit me down and tell me, ‘these are things that you should look for in your pregnancy, because you are at a greater risk to experience these complications.’

That needs to change, now, especially in light of Tori’s tragic passing. Awareness is huge. Serena Williams had near-death complications during her pregnancy. Beyoncé developed preeclampsia. I hate that it takes Tori’s situation to put this back on the map and to get people to pay attention to it. But oftentimes, we need that wake-up call.

The medical community must do its part. There are so many stories of women dying who haven’t been heard. Doctors really need to hear the pain of Black women.

Luckily, there’s hope on several fronts. Congress has introduced the Momnibus Act, a package of 13 bills crafted to eliminate racial disparities in maternal health and improve outcomes across the board. California passed Momnibus legislation back in 2021. These laws make critical investments in areas like housing, nutrition, and transportation for underserved communities. Further, several pharmaceutical companies are making advances on early detection and treatment of preeclampsia.

Three gold medalists from that 4 x 100 relay team in Rio set out to become mothers. All three of us—all Black women—had serious complications. Tianna Madison has shared that she went into labor at 26 weeks and entered the hospital “with my medical advance directive AND my will.” Tori passed away. We’re dealing with a Black Maternal Health crisis. Here you have three Olympic champions, and we’re still at risk.

I would love to have another child. That’s something that I know for sure. But will I be here to raise that child? That’s a very real concern. And that’s a terrifying thing. This is America, in 2023, and Black women are dying while giving birth. It’s absurd.

I’m hopeful that things can get better. I’m hopeful that Tori, who stood on the podium at Rio, gold around her neck and sweetness in her soul, won’t die in vain.

—as told to Sean Gregory

[uwupaige]

the nanny [paige bueckers] part four

the nanny master list!

chapter six: happy birthday, mom.

wiping away a new bead of sweat that formed on the side of her forehead, catherine didn't realize the smudge of pale, pastel purple paint she left there, continuing on with her activity like normal.

today was october 20th, paige's 23rd birthday. and one thing she wanted for her birthday was to finish making her spacious apartment a home for her daughter. obviously she had plans to go party later on that night, but finally having a day off, all she wanted to do was catch up on everything she had been promising the little girl for weeks now.

"ever thought about putting maddie in sports, too?" catherine spoke up from her side of madison's now purple room, breaking the silence. minutes ago, they discussed madison's lack of friends at school, her social skills improving, but limitedly. then catherine had the idea.

paige shrugged from her spot on the small, metal ladder, only needing the support of a couple steps to reach the edge where the wall and ceiling meet to finish her paint job. "i dunno.. she's never expressed any interest."

the brunette titled her head, thinking for a moment before speaking, covering up the random patches of white on the wall. "or maybe you just weren't there to see when she would."

paige nodded, though she knew catherine couldn't see, both of their backs turned from each other as they tried to finish this paint job. paige tried to offer the girl a day off, even stating she'd found a babysitter for the night so catherine didn't have to come in, but the girl insisted. especially when paige read her the list of things she wanted to get done that day, her body almost made her get up and head to their place immediately.

"that's true.. but she doesn't talk about anything she wants to do." the blonde kept talking towards the wall, "sports, dance, drama, art, singing—nothing, cat."

catherine fell silent again, her thoughts searching for another answer to paige's dilemma. a few moment pass before she chirps up again, "we should find her some sort of camp for her. they have all of those things..." she suggested, knowing madison would be able to find her niche in an environment like that. "or those little leagues that do every sport. thats how i got super into soccer."

now paige looked past her shoulder, eyeing catherine, noticing her once grey shorts now decorated in purple paint. "you played soccer?"

before the woman could answer, the familiar, little voice that belonged to madison filled their senses, interrupting their conversation. "can i help now paigey?"

turning away from her gaze on catherine momentarily, paige smiled down at the girl from her position on the small ladder. "yeah. wanna help me pull the blue tape off?" paige asked, gesturing towards the blue masking tape that outlined the white floorboards. madison's face lit up, nodding eagerly.

it had already been a long day spent in the girls room, and both of the women had kicked madison out several times so she wouldn't make a mess or possibly mess anything up. paige couldn't lie, she was so grateful that catherine offered to help, because she probably would've been doing this all night long.

madison's broken down furniture and toys sat still in the hallway, taking up a good chunk of space. catherine tried to not look over at it, wanting to deny the inevitable rebuilding of the furniture they would have to do once they finished, which wasn't far away. it already took them most of their morning to take it apart, so she could only imagine how the next couple of hours spent putting it together would go.

˚✧.*

"paige, it literally says that this piece goes right there." catherine explained, her voice soft but her tone frustrated. she plopped herself on the carpeted floor directly next to paige, who was focused on the furniture piece in front of her. their arms and legs touching with every movement she made, practically shoving the manual in the blondes face.

"bro, i've put her furniture together on my own before. i'm pretty sure i know what to do." paige sassed, keeping her eyes on the shelf in front of her, not bothering to look at catherine's directions.

the two had been bickering over the furniture for the past hour, going back and forth about what piece went where and so on. they were currently putting madison's short but long shelf dedicated to her toys together.

the brunette rolled her eyes, annoyed with how paige dismissed her help yet again. "ay, okay." she sighs, standing up from her position on the floor. walking to the door leading out of the small girls bedroom. opting to instead start on some food for everyone, she turns to paige reluctantly. "i'm gonna make maddie something to eat. want any?"

paige contemplated being petty and telling the girl she was fine, also a bit frustrated from catherine's overwhelming help. "i'm alright."

seeing right through her, catherine made her way down the hallway, a quick, "right." leaving her lips.

as paige tried to screwed the shelf in its place on the bookcase, she felt a bit bad about dismissing the girl so much. but it wasn't until the shelf began looking lopsided that she regretted her dismissal. looking around the ground beneath her, paige looked for the manual but to no avail. "shit." she whispers to herself.  "hey, cat?.. can i see the directions." paige called out, uncertainty laced her voice, knowing she'll never live this down.

"ha!" was all that could be heard in response.

˚✧.*

happy to find some food waiting for her after she finishes reassembling her daughters furniture, paige sat with the two girls in the spacious kitchen for a while, catherine making conversation with her.

"are they picking you up?" the brunette asks, grabbing paige's empty plate from in front of her on instinct to toss in the sink.

"thanks," the blonde spoke quickly to her kind gesture before answering her question, "uh, yeah. they say it's a surprise."

"where are you going, paigey?" madison chirped up from beside her mom, sat directly in the stool next to her as she worked in her drawing, one she kept telling everyone not to look at.

"i'm going to a birthday party, babe." paige answered casually, her voice sweet.

"can i come with?" madison asked innocently, not knowing it was different than the kid and family birthday parties she's attended.

"one day," paige answered hesitantly, "this birthday is only for big people.. but it's okay, you get to hang out with cat."

"i think i want to go to the big people party more." madison said truthfully, catherine's jaw dropping as paige snorted out a laugh.

"i'd rather hang out with you and cat, but my friends are making me go." paige says to her daughter, then turning to catherine, "you're sure you don't want to go?"

paige had spent most of their day together trying to convince catherine to hang out with them, saying she had someone to watch madison for the night and to take the night off.

laughing, catherine looks over at the blonde, "yeah, i'm sure. when're they getting you?"

"kk said to be ready at 8."

catherine looked past her shoulder at the time displayed on the black stove, lightly gasping when the time read 6:48. "yo, you gotta get ready."

looking past the girl, paige grimaced, hopping up from her seat, saying something about how catherine was right and rushing to her room.

"hey, cat?" madison spoke up from her almost finished drawing, one that would melt everyone's hearts, looking at catherine.

breaking her eyes away from her laptop screen which displayed her assignment due that night on it, still leaning against the dark granite counter, her exposed stomach lifting off of it as she straightened her posture, smiling at the girl. "what's up, mama?"

"do you think paigey will like this?" madison asked, turning her nearly finished drawing to the woman. it was a drawing of paige playing basketball. not the best drawing by any means, but a touching one nonetheless.

a hand coming up to her chest, catherine pouted, nodding, "aw.. your mom is gonna love it." catherine said genuinely, madison smiling at that.

a few moments passed, a curious face plastered on madison's before she spoke once again. "why do you call paigey my mom sometimes?"

catherine was honestly confused at her question, not exactly knowing how to answer her curiosity, "what do you mean?"

thinking a bit deeper, madison explained, "well, grandma always said paigey didn't try to be a mom, so i shouldn't call her mom. i don't really know what she means, though."

catherine's eyebrows jumped at the girls statement, appalled an adult would relay these words to such a young child. appalled it was paige's mom. "uh.."

now, the brunettes attention was solely on the little girl right across from her, pulling the screen of her laptop down, arms crossed in front of her tank top. "well.. i can tell you that paige is definitely trying. and that she really loves you." she says matter of factly, taking a small pause as she gathered the rest of her thoughts. "you might not see it now because you're so young, but you'll see it one day."

madison sat there, thinking about catherine's words to the best of her abilities.

catherine noticed the girls pondering look, questioning further. "do you want to call paigey 'mom'?"

madison looks up from her ponder, nodding with light in her eyes. "yeah! everyone at kindergarten calls their paigey's mom."

catherine giggled at the girl, leaning against the granite once more. "well, i'm sure she would like that."

"but grandma said i shouldn't."

shrugging, catherine lowers her voice mischievously, "grandma doesn't need to know." madison smiles at the girl, laughing. catherine wasn't sure how she felt about telling the girl it was okay to go against her grandma, but at the same time, she also didn't care a whole bunch. "okay, okay. go get ready for bed."

as if she knew she was the topic of conversation, paige came strolling down the hall, phone in her hand as she spoke to the device before ending the call. "relax, i'm heading down now, kk."

catherine looked up from her conversation with madison, taking in the woman now walking toward her. her blonde hair was styled down in small waves, light makeup accentuating her natural beauty, going well her cargos. she would've been stuck staring had paige not began to speak.

"alright, i'm leaving." she announced, looking around for her essentials. gathering everything she needed, her gaze fell on her daughter. "be good. i'll be here in the morning when you wake up.. i love you."

"i love you, too." madison spoke as she got off of the stool she'd be sitting on for at least an hour now, going to give her mom a hug. "happy birthday, mom."

to say paige was caught off gaurd was an understatement. she didn't realize in the moment, but her mouth was agape, looking down at the small girl hugging her leg, her face hidden by her messy hair. "t-thank you, babe."

soon, madison was running off to her room to get ready for bed like catherine asked of her, paige watching until she was out of eyesight.

turning her body completely, only to find catherine in a similar state of shock. she didn't expect madison to start saying it so soon after their conversation. "yo?" paige said to the girl beside her, confusion, excitement and shock spread across her face. catherine chuckled out her gasp, surprised as well. "she's never called me mom before." she stated, her voice softer than her original excitement moments prior. paige soon felt the stinging feeling of tears forming in her eyes, looking up momentarily as to not mess her small amount of makeup.

catherine's pout mixed with the inevitable smile she had, her head tilting to the side in infatuation with the situation before her, her hand finding the spot on her chest that hid her heart from the outside. "where did that come from?" paige asked out loud, not to anyone specific, looking up when catherine began to talk.

"maddie was just wondering.." catherine trailed off, not exactly knowing what to say either. "i didn't expect her to start saying it so quickly."

"you got her to talk about it?" paige asked, confused. catherine just nodded, noticing how her once touched mood shifted to a more neutral one. a smile began to form on paige's face, but before she could even get a response, her phone started to ring obnoxiously. sighing, she picked up the call. "i'm leaving now, kk."

something about paige attempting to question her conversation with madison made catherine nervous. maybe she shouldn't have said anything?

"i have to go." paige spoke to the girl, a look catherine can't quite place sitting upon her face. "you're sure you don't want to come with?"

"do i look like i'm ready?" catherine joked, "i'm sure. go, go... we'll catch up later." she encouraged the girl to leave.

paige stood still in her spot, deep down just wanting to stay and talk. it took a few seconds of them holding each others gaze comfortably before she could actually leave. "yeah, okay." she nodded, heading towards the door. "thank you. bye."

catherine smiled, waving the girl goodbye. "bye. have fun."

˚✧.*

loud laughs could be heard outside of paige's front door as the blonde fumbled with the doorknob.

"shh. i have neighbors." the girl laughed with her friends, thinking she was being quiet, completely unaware she was being just as loud.

finally opening the door, the woman took in the vibe of her nearly dark condo, realization setting in. walking in further, her friends not even a few feet behind her, she found a slumped catherine on her living room couch. her face resembled one of peace as she rested comfortably, illuminated by the small floor lamp beside her. she still had some paint on her from earlier. catherine's laptop sat still on the coffee table beside her, accompanied by a couple of loose sheets of paper. paige assumed she fell asleep doing homework.

"aye, p—"

kk was cut off by an obnoxious shushing from paige, gesturing to the girl who was sound asleep on her couch. "shut up." she whispered, for real time time. her eyes set on the sleeping girl, noticing how she began to stir. her eyes widened, quickly moving to push her friends out of her apartment, trying desperately to not wake catherine.

at this, catherine's eyes started to flutter open. it was blurry for a moment, her eyes adjusting to the dim area. she watched as paige closed the door on her friends, noticing her attempt to be quiet.

"they didn't have to leave," catherine spoke from her laid out position on the couch, sleepiness coating her words as paige turning around quickly at her sudden appearance.

"oh—uh, i just didn't wanna wake you."

catherine's hand came up to rub her eyes, mascara definitely smudging at least a little. "no worries, i was gonna leave when you got here, anyway." paige just nodded at this, her palms starting to sweat, sticking them in her pockets. "how was it? the party." catherine asked, sitting up and stretching.

"uh.." paige started, but her attention was caught by catherine's exposed stomach, tan and soft looking. and the way her head tilted side to side in relief, her neck out in the open. it was like paige had just realized she was definitely not sober, and needed to gain control of her thoughts. "it was good."

"yeah? where'd you guys go?" catherine inquired, pulling her locks out of its messy pony tail in attempt to fix it.

all that did was distract paige further, really liking how her thick, brown hair framed her face. "um.."

paige assumed she probably looked really dumb right now. but it was catherine's expecting yet confused look that made her realize just how dumb she looked. "nika got one of the football guys to lend us his place, it was huge. and they, uh, invited a bunch of people. so it was fun."

"love nika." catherine spoke gently, smiling at the good news. "well, i'm glad it was fun." she nodded, hands falling to her sides as she swung her legs over the couch, planting her feet on the floor and pushing herself up from her spot on the couch.

paige noticed how she began to collect her belongings, speaking before she could conclude her thoughts. "you can stay, y'know."

catherine dismisses her offer politely, closing her laptop that rested on the coffee table, "oh, no, that's okay."

"you shouldn't drive tired." paige informs. something in her was telling her to not let the girl leave. she was holding on to catherine's promise to catch up when paige returned home that night.

"i'll be fine. gotta get home to the cat." catherine smiles genuinely, playfulness in her tone. she tugged her black jacket on, zipping it over her small tank after she finished packing the rest of her things into her black purse, her laptop resting comfortably in her arms. "thank you though."

heading to the door, paige follows after catherine to see her out. "happy birthday, paige." catherine spoke softly. her hand came to rest on the girls arm for a moment, somehow deepening the sincerity of her words, before she turned away, making her way down the familiar hallway.

"thanks, cat." paige sees her off, having to force herself to keep her eyes anywhere but where they desperately tried to go. paige waited for catherine to disappear down the hall, turning the corner that would lead her to the exit.

paige closed the front door behind her, locking it swiftly before she made her way to the empty porch that connected itself to her living room. sliding the glass door open, paige stepped out into the chilly night, her hands immediately finding solace in the warm pockets of her pants. she waited a couple minutes until she could see catherine leaving the building, looking for and heading towards her deep red car.

as if she could feel paige's eyes on her, catherine looked up, hand ready on her car door as she smiled up at the girl, a small wave followed. paige waved by quickly, her hand finding her pocket once more when she saw catherine open her car door, climbing in and quickly starting her engine.

paige stayed in her spot until she saw the girl peel out of the parking spot and drive towards the main road. however, she didn't leave to go inside. instead, she leaned against the small wall that acted like a railing, breathing in the connecticut air. with catherine still fresh on her mind, paige sighed.

"damn."

chapter seven: the cheetah girls.

walking through the packed aisles of the spirit halloween store, madison ran up and down desperately and excitedly looking for the costume of her dreams. princess dresses, pirate hats, animal tails—you name it. the world was at her feet, but a lot of options weren't catching her attention. for some reason, the girl was being very picky when it came to her halloween costumes.

catherine could appreciate her indecisiveness. she was the same way with things like that—but, halloween was tomorrow, and they were running out of time. and if catherine hadn't mentioned taking madison trick or treating that morning before paige left for classes, paige would've completely forgotten about it.

"i like this one!" madison's small voice rang through the ears of her nanny, causing her to look down at what the girl was pointing at, excited she had finally found something to peek her interest.

"that one's so cute." the brunette smiles, agreeing with the girl. it was a cheetah costume. the headband and tail adorned in brown glitter to go with the brown cheetah print, it falling all over the floor and the womans hands the moment she grabbed it off the rack. "you could be like the cheetah girls!" catherine spoke excitedly, turning to hold the costume up to the small girl to envision it.

madison's head cocked to the side, confusion apparent on her face, wondering what in the world catherine was talking about. "what's the cheetah girls?"

the woman's eyes widened, unsure if she was shocked that the girl had never experienced the cheetah girls, or offended because that just aged her tremendously in her mind. catherine's hands dropped to her sides instantly, the costume following. "you've never seen cheetah girls?" madison shook her head, indicating she had no idea what catherine was talking about. "cheetah girls is life changing, maddie."

"what is it?" the girl questioned, now reaching up to grab the brunettes arm as catherine shuffled through the rack to find madison's size. catherine then went down a long, long rabbit hole about the lore that was the cheetah girls, doing her best to explain in simple words to the little girl before throwing her costume into the small shopping basket in her arms.

and that's how they made it back to the spacious condo sooner than they expected, chilling on the dark grey couch with several blankets and various snacks. catherine insisted they watched the trilogy together.

they were about almost done with the second movie, the pair now up from their respective spots on the couch and jumping around to the soulful, latin music playing. catherine undoubtedly knew every single word to every single song. she also knew every dance move, absolutely relishing in teaching madison the steps.

they continued their dance party in the living room, unaware of the sound of the front door opening. an amused paige walked through, her black backpack sitting comfortably on her muscular shoulders as she just watched the pair absolutely get down to the disney music, holding in her laughs as best as she could. arms crossed, she leaned her hip against the kitchen counter, feet away from the show in front of her.

madison was the one to notice her mom, catherine's back to the blonde completely. the small girls jumping stopped momentarily, "hi, mommy!" her words were loud and breathy, tired from the workout of a dance she was performing.

the brunette stopped her dancing almost immediately at the knowledge of paige being there. she turned to meet eyes with paige, hers widening slightly at the fact that paige was actually there. catherine too was out of breath as paige let out a much needed laugh, her cheeks growing a pretty shade of red. embarrassed, she stood up straight, smoothing her clothes down to her body as she reached for the remote to turn the volume down to a respective level. she could only imagine what paige's neighbors thought.

"okay, okay. hilarious, i know." catherine then holds up a hand, as if to try and shush the woman's over done laughs, tossing the remote onto the couch beside her. paige, however, kept on giggling, trying to get her words out.

"nice moves." she finally spoke, a few laughs to follow that statement. catherine scrunched her nose at her, then playfully rolling her eyes momentarily with a grin.

madison hopped down from where she was jumping on the dark couch, running towards her mom, greeting her  cheerfully with a tight hug to her hip. "hey, babe. how was your day?" paige smiled down at the curly headed girl, noticing the way catherine styled it today, somehow getting cuter by the day.

"good! cat took me costume shopping."

nodding, paige questioned her further, shrugging her backpack off. "yeah? find anything you like?"

madison smiled at the thought of her new costume, rambling further about her day, "mhm! i'm gonna be a cheetah, and now me and cat are watching cheetah girls because she said i needed to watch it."

the blonde chuckled at the excitement her daughter was exuding, trying her best to keep up with her. "did she?" paige chuckles, looking at catherine momentarily. catherine just gave the woman a shrug and a smile. she took their interaction as her sign to leave for the day, like so many times before.

gathering her belongings, catherine threw her phone and car keys into her dark brown purse, slinging it over her shoulder. however, she didn't make it far before paige stopped her. "hey, cat?"

looking up from her purse, she caught paige's eyes with a nod. "yeah?"

the blonde paused momentarily, directing madison back to the couch to finish her movie. her gaze fell on catherine once more, her crystal eyes intimidating at first. the woman opted to look elsewhere, but just found herself staring at other features on paige's face.

catherine had caught herself staring at paige more and more over the past week or so. since the night of paige's birthday, she somehow managed to catch catherine's attention. something a lot of people didn't do. she tried her best to shake her thoughts, the overwhelming guilt of being unprofessional taking over her as paige began to speak.

"do you think you could take maddie out of the house for a bit?" paige asked, almost hesitant, or nervous.

catherine raised a single eyebrow at the woman, just simply confused. "yeah.. why?" she asked, her voice soft as usual.

paige looked away, pausing in between her words. "i, uh, have a friend coming over."

catherine almost immediately knew what she meant by the tone of her voice, her brow dropping. "a friend?" the girl asked, unamused at the lie, a hand coming to her hip.

"yes, a friend," paige clarified, her too unamused at catherine's suggestive and accusatory attitude. "she's in my gerontology class. we're gonna study for midterms."

the brunettes eyebrows furrowed, her arms now crossing right below her chest, letting her question slip out. "the hell is gerontology?"

paige shook her head at the woman, preferring to not have to get into details the way she always did when people questioned what classes she was taking. "can you take her out for a bit? there's a park down the street."

catherine sighed, not about to argue with or question the woman further. she was technically her boss, though they had become more like friends as the days passed. nodding, looking down at her white socks, she reluctantly agreed. "yeah, i gotchu."

paige began to thank the girl profusely, hands clasping in front of her gratefully as catherine just gave her an unamused smile, head shaking with a slight chuckle. "hey, maddie?" catherine called out to the girl cuddled up on the dark grey couch.

˚✧.*

the cool, october afternoon breeze whistled through the trees. most of the tall saplings were decorated in brown and red leaves, some lacking leaves completely.

the pair were hanging out at the park paige had suggested they went to earlier. catherine took this as her chance to introduce madison to sports. but, specifically, to her favorite sport—soccer. she had explained it briefly and simply to the small girl. watching as she kicked the ball around, catherine grew comfortable in the bench she had been residing on ever since she picked up her ringing phone.

in fact, catherine's thoughts were consumed with the beauty that was autumn, she had almost forgotten the older woman on the line.

"catalina maria!" a loud voice rang through the girls phone to her ears, the sound of her first and middle name instantly startling her out of her daydreaming.

"sorry, mami, you cut out." the girl made up an excuse to avoid the lecture she'd receive from her mother on listening. a hand came up to her forehead, her thumb and pointer finger sliding across it to soothe her incoming headache. "but, um, i'm pretty busy with work. i'll come visit soon, though."

"never in my thirty eight years of life did i think my daughter would be too busy to come see me because she was working." the woman spoke, catherine immediately recognizing her tone as a playful one. "you always swore you'd be a house wife one day. it was like your dream when you were small, chiquita."

catherine shook her head at her mothers jokes, small laughs leaving her lips. looking up from her lap, the brunette watched as a small madison kicked around the black and white soccer ball excitedly. the small field looked huge to the girl, and catherine remembered feeling the same way.

catherine felt like it was an odd time to be at the park, noticing how the sun was to start set soon. however, all she could do was blame the odd timing on paige's study date. at least, that's what she called it.

catherine tried to avoid the thought. she tried even harder to avoid being annoyed about it. she wasn't sure if she was annoyed that they had been kicked out of the apartment, or the ladder. she was going with the first option though, not wanting to delve deep into those underlying thoughts anytime soon.

with almost perfect comedic timing, catherine noticed the tall blonde walking towards her, eyeing the bench she sat on. deciding now would be the right time to end her phone conversation with her mom, she spoke to the woman on the other end of the line. "alright, mami, i have to go."

the brunette hears her mother sigh on the other end, a slight huff leaving her lips. "promise to me you'll come visit soon."

catherine smiled at her mother, though she couldn't see her, her response simple. "hard ask. i love you."

"love you, mija."

catherine pulled the phone away from her ear, tapping the red button that would successfully end her call, still chuckling at their conversation moments later.

"who was that?" a curious paige asked as she walked up to the woman, taking the empty spot on the green, metal bench where catherine resided.

"my mom." catherine grinned, looking up to meet paige's eyes, less intimidating than they were a couple of hours ago.

paige had never heard catherine talk about her mom. or any family for that matter. all she could recall was her mentioning a woman named molly. the two were friends, but they'd never had the chance to ever really talk in depth about anything. "how'd that go?"

"eh." catherine shrugs, now turning her head to watch madison. the girl was still going at it with that ball. "who'd you have your study date with?"

"classmate named ally. and it wasn't a study date." paige informed and corrected, catherine just chuckling lightly at this.

"mhm. how'd that go?"

paige hit her with the same response she was given, a small shrug and an, "eh." the brunette then brings her attention back to the woman beside her, shooting her a grin as paige continued. "she just wanted to study."

catherine snorts at the statement, "what'd you expect?"

paige shoved the woman lightly, sucking at her teeth, "bro, shut up."

"seriously.." catherine fell off, not sure if she wanted to continue on with the definitely inappropriate and unprofessional question that had been on her mind since earlier that day. she questioned on anyway. "are you trying to seriously date?"

"not sure." paige responded normally, like she was having a normal conversation with a normal friend. however, her response through catherine off.

the woman's eyebrows furrowed, shaking her head at paige. "i wouldn't." she spoke, her voice softer than initially. catherine could read paige's face clearly, it asking her 'why?' looking away momentarily to make sure madison was still playing happily, she answered. "look, i believe in true love, fairy tales, soulmates—"

"of course you do." paige interrupted with a teasing smirk.

"but," cat talks over her loudly, already expecting to be made fun of. "in my experience, it's not wise when you're not ready. and already have so much on your plate." catherine explained, looking over at madison once again. "maddie needs you more."

paige nodded, understanding where catherine was speaking from, agreeing with her completely. "yeah... yeah, she does."

just the thought of her daughter lacking a mother in her life made paige want to tear up. having madison in her life the last couple of months has changed paige entirely. even having catherine as a new face in her life has changed her for the better. it's changed both paige and madison for the better. their dynamic, their relationship—it wouldn't be where it is without catherine there everyday. and paige knew it.

the blonde watches at an excited madison runs towards them both, too lost in thought to really fully register the interaction between the small girl and the woman beside her.

"cat i really like this game." madison confesses as she jogs, out of breath.

catherine smiles with a few nods, "isn't it so fun?" madison just nodding profusely in response, a huge smile on her face.

"mom, do you wanna play with us?" madison asks paige, turning to catch her mom looking at her in awe.

paige thankfully was paying attention enough to answer the girl, giving her an unsure look. "i don't know, mads. i'm not good at soccer."

"please." she pleaded, dragging out her words, her eyes big and hypnotic. how could paige say no?

"okay, okay, fine. but cat has to play with us."

catherine scoffs at paige throwing her under the bus, but doesn't complain since she knew she would have a great time anyway.

"yay! cat's on my team." madison cheered, now jogging back towards the field.

now it was paige's turn to scoff. she went to argue, but stopped once she saw how happily catherine jogged over to madison's side of the field, deciding to keep her disagreement to herself.

they kicked the ball around for serval minutes, catherine and madison racking up way more goals than paige could've ever had the chance to score. needless to say, the pair absolutely crushed paige. paige noticed how she she was way better than the average player—she was way better than paige thought.

falling to the ground dramatically, out of breath from all of the running, paige complimented the woman walking towards her. "you're really good."

catherine was wearing a confident grin holding out a hand for paige to grab on to. "i played for twelve years, i'd hope so."

the blonde took her helping hand, pulling herself off the dirty grass, a wondering look prominent on her face. "why'd you stop?"

catherine stopped at that, not sure if she wanted to delve that deep yet. she always felt like it made her look weak, or like she was attention seeking, when really she was just looking for a person to listen. talking about herself was something she was never the best at. "long story."

"what?" paige inquired, not taking her first rejection as a sign of her not wanting to talk about it.

still hand in hand, catherine could feel one of their palms becoming sweaty. taking her hand out of paige's, she wiped it against her black sweats. "just shit with my ex, he's.. it's complicated."

paige desperately wanted to know more, cringing momentarily at the mention of her ex being a man. not sure why that small piece of information bothered her so much, she decided to stop pushing. for both of their sakes.

paige noticed how she had went pretty quiet, noticing her now sad demeanor, one she had never seen from catherine before.

"hey, i know it's last minute, but we're having a halloween party tomorrow—me and the team. you should come." the blonde offered, though she was aware of catherine's persistent declining.

and as suspected, the brunette began waving her hand, attempting to decline her offer. paige didn't take that answer though.

"you have to."

catherine stumbled over her words momentarily, looking for any excuse to say no. honestly, she was just nervous to hang out with paige and her friends outside of 'work.' she wouldn't even know how to act, truly. "what about maddie? we have to take her trick or treating."

paige shooed her off, shaking her head at catherine's persistence. "we'll go after we take her trick or treating. it doesn't start until late anyway."

catherine sighs, an eye roll to follow as she crosses her arms righr below her chest. paige smiles a bit, almost sure she was getting through to her. "i'll think about it."

paige clapped once as she relished in her half success, "aye!"

the sun was setting soon after, each of the girls taking their spots on the dark, green grass. paige and catherine sat either side of madison as they all basked in the glow the sun left on the sky, relishing each others company before the sky became dark, and they made their way to their respective homes.

authors note!

i just want them to date so bad, i need more couples moments like now. but, spoiler no spoiler, this is a #slowburn🫣 also, paige lore drop?? mommy issues?? idk, we'll see. also, i'm absolutely adoring the ever growing relationship between all of them.

also—so so sorry for the wait, i've been working full time this summer before classes start and it is absolutely killing me haha. also, this was barely proofread oopsies

but i'm so excited for chapter eight, it will be out either tonight or tomorrow! it’s already up on my wattpad, and it’s a long one lol!

of course, if you want more frequent updates, check out my wattpad @/uwupaige !!

as always, let me know your thoughts!

thanks for reading 🩷

- mari 🫧

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[itmeansiris]

The Solar System Legacy Challenge: End of the Line Gen 1 pt.87

3 hours later

Kason sat behind his desk with his head down. The fire had been put out and the workers had all been sent home for the day. The servo was destroyed and worst Rufus had been taken to the hospital. Kason called Mercury when they lifted Rufus into the ambulance and pulled off without him, claiming that he couldn't ride along because he wasn't family. Kiersten and M arrived at the hospital shortly after. Kason hoped to be there soon, he felt obligated to be with Kiersten, waiting for Rufus to wake up, but for now, he was needed at the office to square things away with the fire marshals and police.

When he'd spoken to M last the doctors had assessed Rufus's injuries. They ranged from 2nd-degree and minor 3rd-degree burns and a bump on the head. What they were most concerned about was the smoke in his lungs and the fact that he was still unconscious. The doctors put him into a medically induced coma in case he awoke and had injuries they were unaware of. Still, their top priority was to make sure his head injury was simply superficial and not something more severe.

Kason pushed the image of his friend's helpless body on the cold metal floor of Servo Hold 2. He had one more task to take care of and wouldn't leave without completing it. He took a deep breath as someone knocked twice followed by the door opening.

Kason: Come in.

Paris strutted in and stood in the center of the room. Following the incident, she'd refused medical attention, so when Kason dismissed the rest of the office for the day he'd asked her to stay behind for a while claiming he needed to get her statement for insurance purposes.

Paris: I've already told the police everything I know.

Kason: Have a seat Ms.Amyot.

Paris smiled as she sat down in one of the plush white chairs across from him.

Paris: Mmm, I like the way that sounds.

His insides twisted with disgust at her flirty tone. When he looked at her all he saw was her standing at the back of the crowd smiling as Rufus fought for his life. He forged forward fueled by his suspicion.

Kason: We need to talk about your performance up until this point.

Paris: Sure.

She shrugged, her tone suggesting she was bored as if the conversation didn't pertain to her. It was as If she'd forgotten she'd attacked Aria just hours earlier. She was aggrogant but he was about to cut her down to size.

Kason: Ms.Amyot, your work with the servos and other machines is okay at best. You miss about 40% of your deadlines and your attendance needs improvement.

Paris: Okay. Is that it? Is that really what you called me in here for or did you miss me while you were away, Kay?

He continued, ignoring her lastest failed attempts at seducing him.

Kason: You're rude to the clients and don't work well with the rest of the team. Computer Engineers and Mechanics alike.

The corners of her mouth dropped and she narrowed her eyes.

Paris: Excuse me. It's not my fault that your mechanics are babies and your computer techs are like teenage nerds.

Kason: You belittle and berate your co-workers. You make inappropriate advances and comments to your higher-ups and clients. Paris, I think it's safe to say you are the problem here.

She jumped up from her seat, he could see her mask of control slipping, but Paris was determined to regain the upper hand even if she had to play dirty.

Paris: So what! What are you going to do about it? Hmm. Keep me as an intern? Ha! Greg would never, my father will be sure of that. As for you, you're a nobody. Insignificant just like Madison, just like Rufus, just like your wife.

He clenched his fist at the mention of Rufus. Her hate for M was old news. But she'd never given Rufus a second glance previous to the company dinner party.

Kason: If I find out you had anything to do with what happened to Rufus. I promise you will regret the day you met me.

The threat seemed to get her attention and all traces of humor left her voice.

Paris: No one, makes me regret anything, Kay. No one.

Her lack of denial furthered his suspicion and deepened his hatred. He smiled knowing he would get the satisfaction of ruining her day as she had ruined so many others.

Kason: Well maybe this will make you regret coming to Brindelton Bay. Paris, Your fired.

Checkmate.

Her reaction was priceless.

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Beginning

Poses: Josie Throwing in Anger

@ratboysims sitting and talking

[the-hotel-cortez]

Destiny’s Anarchy [Pt. 2]

AN: More than a year later and back with parts of this series that I never posted. My writing has GREATLY improved since this period in time so I may finish this series up if anyone is miraculously still invested. 🫡

Back ⬅️ Pt. 1

Forward ➡️ Pt. 3 [TBW]

𝓢𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓻𝔂: When Michael visits Miss Robichaux’s Academy for his test of The Seven Wonders, your unspoken rivalry soon blossoms into something more. But when you receive a vision and see Michael’s destined fate, it’s up to you to do the devil’s work and change the inevitable. Saving the Antichrist? Not something everyone can put on their resume.

𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼: Major angst, blood required for a ritual spell (🥀,⚠️)

AN: Did I cry writing this? No, no, definitely not. I’m sorry in advance for how sad this chapter is, but it is necessary for me to set up my main plot for the story. So grab some kleenex if you need, and try to enjoy. <3

As you opened your eyes, a bright glare slowly faded into the glow of daylight. You stood dumbfounded on the sidewalk as your vision came into focus. You had never experienced anything this real before, only flashes of future and past. Whatever Michael had done, it had amplified your powers ten-fold.

Across the street lay a modest California home, an array of red rose bushes decorating the lawn. You began to question why you were here, all until the door of the house opened and a familiar figure stepped out.

Michael.

Something about him was different, more youthful. He was dressed in a bright yellow t-shirt, jean jacket, and khaki pants. Something you never thought you’d ever get to see him wear. Your amusement was cut short as he walked out of the house and towards the road. A large black SUV sped along the very same street, not showing any signs of stopping. You gasped, and only seconds later it was all over. Michael lay sprawled out in the asphalt, coated in his own blood.

You couldn’t move. You wanted more than anything to run to him, hold him in your arms and tell him everything would be ok, but something held you in place no matter how hard you tried. What was this? The past? He looked so young, so innocent. Unlike the present Michael you knew. If this was the past, why was he dying? How could he still be alive and with you this very moment at Robichaux’s? Before any of your questions could be answered, you were wrenched back into darkness.

As you awoke, you had expected to be back in your room, safe and sound at the academy. Though luck was not on your side. The dim light of torches lit the area around you, a fiery orange hue spreading through the entire room. You looked around groggily, instantly recognising the mystery location. It was Hawthorne.

Though something about it was different. It was quiet, unlike its usual loud bustling of teenage warlocks. Dust hung heavy in the air, and the entire space was enclosed in a strange darkness. It looked as if it had been untouched for years.

Your stomach dropped as you spotted a glistening trail of blood outside the cracked door of the room. Tiptoeing over to the opening, you followed the trail. A deafening scream broke the silence, and you quickly peered outside.

There stood Michael, once again, but much different this time. He had long, flowing hair, and a velvet jacket that matched the blood that stained the floor and walls. It would have been a beautiful sight; that is, if you didnt realise the blood was his own. Despite his injuries, he was still standing. Standing over the body of a girl.

It was Madison.

You stifled back tears as a mix of rage and disappointment overcame you. How could he do this? Just a few moments ago, he looked like an innocent child. Now… he was a monster. You watched reluctantly as he made his way to the second floor, slaughtering more members of your coven along the way. Your sisters, your family. You couldn’t compose yourself, half in denial of what you were seeing. This couldn’t be real… yet part of you knew it was.

Once again, as your tears flowed, darkness enveloped you.

Blood rushed to your head as you came to, dizziness clouding your mind accompanied by the lingering rage and confusion of what you had seen. The ground felt warm under you now and your body drenched in sweat.

“What did you see?” His voice was curious, yet a tone of worry clung to his words. “Tell me exactly what happened.”

Stifling back you let your vision re-focus as the world reformed. “You.”

“I saw you.”

PART 3 HERE [TBW]

Tag list: Tag list: @evilcr0ne @kitwalker02 @sallyscigarettes @bellaisasleep @lil-dreg @mary-jinx

[websterss]

A/N: Hope you enjoy it! MASTERLIST

“Hey my name’s Charlie Gillespie and I’m auditioning for the role of Luke.”

“Hi, I’m Y/n Y/l/n and I’m auditioning for the role of Flynn.” You slated, giggling at the camera nervously.

“I feel like we just knew that Y/n was going to be a great additional character to the plot. She came to us, like Madison, fresh and new. She wasn’t as familiar with the industry like Owen, Charlie and Jeremy were, but there was a lot to work off of.” Kenny told the camera.

“I barely remember the audition, I was so nervous when I went.” You laughed, Charlie next to you. “I had originally auditioned for Flynn…not what you thought huh?” You laughed. “I can’t remember what it was that Kenny had said, but he said something about how I wasn’t the image he needed for Flynn. The energy for her wasn’t there.” You smiled. “I just knew… I knew I wasn’t gonna get it.” You trailed off, but then smiled. “But then the call back happened…”

“When Y/n first came to us. She had auditioned for Flynn. She did an incredible job, she had her lines memorized. It was amazing…but it wasn’t what we were looking for. Yet I knew just as I did for Madison and Sacha, there was real potential, this being her first time too. We couldn’t give her up. So we gave her a call-back.” Kenny smiled.

“I think it was a Friday afternoon, when I got the call. I was probably watching tv or something.” You shrugged. “I heard my phone ring and I answered, and it was Kenny Ortega…at that point I was like what?” You emphasized. “It’s not everyday the Kenny Ortega phones you.” You smiled. “We talked and he was like we want you to come back for a chemistry read, and I just completely lost it.” Your eyes grew wide. “He was like, see ya Monday.” You giggled.

“The day of the chemistry readings. We had brought in Madison, Jeremy, Owen, and Charlie. They were the ones we were looking at the moment, but we really wanted to see just how well they all worked off each other, and they worked greatly. Yet, this is where we had brought in Y/n.” Kenny nodded. “And it was the right choice.”

“I showed up that Monday, completely unsure what was going to happen. I was so scared.” You waved your hands around.

“I remember Madi walking up to you first, then Owen and Jeremy followed.” Charlie added biting his lip.

“Madi was so sweet. Everyone was so nice. She was the first one to welcome me. She made me feel…feel at home right away.” You smiled remembering how she hugged you and made you feel comfortable. “She’s the best.”

“The day of the chemistry readings. Y/n was so nervous she almost curled into this shell, but Madi saw her right away, and sort of said ‘hey come over here’, I knew that this was going to be a great day.” Kenny crossed his arms over his chest. “Owen and Jeremy invited her into the group right away saying words of encouragement…and then there was Charlie.” Kenny shook his head.

“Charlie is such a flirt. He liked my shoes.” You laughed. You looked down at them.

“So the day of the chemistry readings. I kind of flirted with her.” He bit his lower lip. “I could tell how nervous she was, so I tried making her at ease.”

“He walked up to me and was like ‘hey I like your converse’.” You pointed to demonstrate. “They were two colors at the time.” You raised your leg to show them your shoes. “It was so funny to me that I had responded with ‘I like your suspenders’. What was that outfit, Charlie?” Your eyes widened. “Nothing matched!”

“Just seeing them interact that first time. I knew they were going to be great together. The two just bounced off of each other so well, I had to see what they were going to do or say when we let them do a little improv…”

-

“Hey skits, you coming to see us play tonight?” Charlie smirked.

“Are you gonna be face planting, now that’s worth watching.” You laughed walking away.

“No…” Charlie ran in front of you. “but, there’s gonna be awesome music, and hopefully an even awesome girl there.” Charlie bit his lip.

“I’ll pass.” You moved around him, but he stopped you by the arm. “You wanna keep that hand?” 

“Come on Skits, what’s it gonna take for you to come. I know I’m not famous yet, but you won’t regret it, swear.” Charlie smiled.

“How about a shiner, Rockstar.” You inched closer to Charlie’s face. Closing your fist. “It’ll fit your whole look.” You looked at his hand, and he let go. You took a step away from him and turned around. Then glanced over your shoulder. “I’ll think about it, Rockstar.” You smirked at him, then walked off the small stage that was set up. Charlie stayed in character and brought his elbow and fist into him as a yes’.

Kenny and the rest of everyone there applauding you.

-

“The Skits and Rockstar nicknames are what did it for me. I instantly knew where Charlie came up with Skits because Y/n had been eating skittles before they started their improv act. And Y/n calling him Rockstar, just fit so well into the character we wanted her to have. They worked so well together, that we had to try one more thing.” Kenny added.

“Okay we just wanted to try out one more thing okay.” Kenny brought you and Charlie together. Charlie had his electric guitar in his hands. “We would like you to sing for us.” 

“I felt that I was done for at that moment. I couldn’t play an instrument, I couldn’t sing that well, and Kenny Ortega wanted me to sing. It was terrifying…” You blew a raspberry. “I think he had Charlie with me to ease my nerves a little bit…I was so nervous.” 

“Anything requests?” You laughed nervously.

“Just sing whatever you want. Anything that comes to mind.” Kenny nodded at you.

“The moment he said anything, I just went with whatever came to mind, and boy was it a random.” You chuckled. “Charlie just went along with it.” 

“Do you believe in magic, in a young girl’s heart. How the music can free her. Whenever it starts, and it’s magic. If the music is groovy. It’s makes you feel happy like an old time movie.” You moved your shoulders as Charlie started playing notes on his electric. He smiled as he realized what you had started singing. “I’ll tell ya about the magic. It’ll free your soul. But it’s like trying to tell a stranger ‘bout rock n roll.” You growled. “If you believe in magic, don’t bother to choose. If it’s jug band music or rhythm and blues. Just go and listen.” You placed a hand by your ear and smiled. “It’ll start with a smile. It won’t wipe off your face no matter how hard you try. Your feet start tapping, and you can’t seem to find, how you got there, so just blow your mind.” Charlie let loose playing a riff. “If you believe in magic come along with me. We’ll dance until morning, ‘til there’s just you and me, and maybe, if the music the right. I’ll meet ya tomorrow. Sort of late at night. We’ll go a-dancin’, baby, then you’ll see. How the magic’s in the music and the music’s in meeeee, yeah.” You tilted your head back. “Do you believe in magic? Yeah. Believe in the magic of a young girl’s soul. Believe in the magic of rock n roll. Believe in the magic that can set you free. Ohh, talkin’ bout magic. Do you believe like I believe? Do you believe in magic? Do you believe like I believe? Do you believe in magic?” 

-

“The minute she started singing the cover of Do You Believe in Magic by Aly & AJ, I was sold. I remember everyone just looking at her and Charlie, their chemistry was astonishing. It was truly…magical.” Kenny chuckled.

You blushed as everyone clapped for you and Charlie. Kenny walked up to you and held your hands.

“Give me a name, any name, just say one.”

“Any?” You furrowed your brows finding his question odd.

“Any.” Kenny nodded at you.

“Ummm…” You thought for a second, then remember the movie you saw that last weekend. “J-Jamie.”

“Jamie it is.” Kenny nodded laughing as your expression started changing. “Everyone this is our Jamie!” He introduced you to the crew and cast. “Congrats sweetheart. You earned it well.” You gasped cupping your mouth as tears started forming in your eyes. “Are you serious?” You cried. Charlie laughed and cried as well. He walked over and spun you around in his arms. “Oh my god!” You cried into Charlie’s chest.

“You’re amazingly talented and incredible, remember that pretty girl.” Charlie muttered into your neck.

“Oh and yeah you guys are our band.” Kenny walked over to the stage and told Owen, Jeremy, and Madison. Their expressions turned into shocked ones like yours. Everyone cried and hugged that day.

-

“It was a dream come true.” You laughed as Charlie brought you into his side, pecking your temple.

“I got my dream right here, all thanks to Kenny.” Charlie kissed your head this time.

[morbidology]

Laurie Dann's upbringing in an affluent Chicago suburb appeared unremarkable at first glance. However, beneath her seemingly normal exterior lay a complex and troubled individual. 

Known for her insecurities, Laurie resorted to plastic surgery at a young age in an attempt to alter her appearance. Although she attended the University of Arizona for some time, she never completed her degree. It was during her stint as a cocktail waitress at Green Acres Country Club that she crossed paths with Russell Dann, scion of a wealthy family. The pair became inseparable, eventually marrying in September 1982 and fulfilling Laurie's lifelong dream of residing in a grand mansion.

Yet, as their relationship progressed, Russell began to notice increasingly odd behaviors from his wife. Laurie's idiosyncrasies included storing makeup in the microwave, randomly tossing money into her car's backseat, and putting away wet clothes. Her eccentricities gradually worsened, leading to her complete withdrawal from the outside world. She refused to leave the house and neglected basic household chores. 

The once-promising marriage reached a calamitous climax in September 1986 when Russell awoke to the searing pain of an ice pick stabbing him. Convinced Laurie was his assailant, he promptly alerted the police. Adding weight to his claim, a store clerk testified that Laurie had recently purchased an ice pick. However, as Russell had not witnessed the attack while he slept, the charges against Laurie were eventually dropped. The couple divorced shortly thereafter. During the divorce proceedings, Laurie's ex-boyfriend from five years prior became the target of threatening phone calls in which she falsely claimed to be pregnant with his child. The harassment ceased only when her ex-boyfriend's lawyer intervened and contacted her parents.

Following her departure from the marital home, Laurie attempted to pursue a career as a babysitter. However, her venture quickly soured as she faced accusations of theft and vandalism, including slashing furniture, rugs, and curtains in clients' homes. With this business idea in ruins, she sought refuge in a dormitory on a college campus. Unfortunately, her stay there was also fraught with erratic behavior. Laurie hid rotting meat inside furniture and deposited trash in other students' rooms. 

Seeking a fresh start, she moved to another dorm in Madison, Wisconsin, where her presence earned her the nickname "elevator lady." Witness accounts painted a disturbing picture of Laurie aimlessly riding the elevator for hours on end. She continued her pattern of leaving decomposing meat around the building and even startled onlookers by appearing naked in communal areas. Just one month after her arrival, a dorm room was set ablaze. Although suspicions were raised about Laurie's involvement, no concrete evidence was found, and she was never charged.

By this point, Laurie's mental state had deteriorated to a point of no return. Tragically, appropriate professional intervention was never sought. After threatening a fellow student and slashing his clothing, Laurie turned to a more sinister act. She baked buns laced with arsenic and distributed them to various fraternity houses and local residences. 

In a separate incident, she attempted to take two children from a former babysitting client to a fair, but fortunately, the children refused to consume the poisoned milk she offered them. The diluted arsenic in the treats she had distributed caused no harm. Laurie's descent into chaos continued as she tried to set fire to a nearby daycare center before returning to the home of her former clients and setting it ablaze. The family managed to escape through a broken window just in time. 

Unfazed, Laurie proceeded to Hubbard Woods Elementary School armed with two handguns. Upon entering the building, she opened fire indiscriminately, killing 8-year-old Nicholas Corwin and critically injuring five others. After shedding her blood-soaked shorts and improvising a makeshift bag around her waist, Laurie fled the school. Her escape came to an abrupt end when she crashed her car into a tree. 

Seeking refuge, she broke into the home of Ruth and Phillip Andrews, holding the terrified family hostage for six harrowing hours. Laurie claimed she had killed her rapist and was now evading the police. In a desperate struggle, Phillip managed to wrestle the gun away from her, sustaining a gunshot wound to his chest in the process. Despite his injury, he staggered into the garden while his family sought safety. Alone in the Andrews' residence, Laurie turned the gun on herself, ending her tumultuous life.

[practically-an-x-man]

A genie offers your OCs 3 wishes, with some changes. It's all honest and above board, no monkeys paw or evil twists. But, they will forget they met the genie, the genie will watch them for three days and then give them their wishes based on what theyve observed. Do your OCs accept, and what does the genie give them?

Oooooh, very interesting!! Thank you!!

Rae: Nope. The idea of forcibly forgetting the genie is a little triggering to her phobia of having her mind affected, and on top of that... she worked hard to get a life she's happy with, she doesn't want anyone tampering with it now.

Robin: Hm... she'd ask the genie if she can come back later, and goes home to talk the offer through with Peter and Sean and the other important people in her life. There are some things that could be improved, but it also could be a big change depending on what the genie notices, so she'd rather not be the only one making the decision.

Madison: Uhhhh... sure, why not? She's happy with her life, but there are definitely some things that could be easier. She does tell the genie not to make *too* many changes, however - she doesn't want her life uprooted with this wish, just a few gentle shifts to make things easier

Ophelia: No. She doesn't really have faith in magic like this, being a very pragmatic and science-minded person herself, and this almost seems too good to be true. Wouldn't be the first time a supervillain had tried something like this to get the jump on her.

Gia: Yes. Maybe not immediately, since she'd have to be *sure* the offer is legit before she even thinks about agreeing, but once she does... please, fix her life, she's tired of living with the fallout from HYDRA

Jasper: Hm... tough call. On the one hand, they'd see it similarly to how Rae did - they worked hard for a good life, they don't want it pulled out of their hands like this - but on the other hand, if it helps Kyle, they'd be the first to agree. Being brought back from the dead took a toll on him, they know that, and their own empathic abilities are never quite enough to fix that. Maybe some outside magic could be a good thing for him...

Kestrel: Nope. First rule of adventuring: only agree to magical promises if you have no other choice. Even if the offer is fully genuine, their instinct is to be cautious, and their life is plenty good enough without magical help. (Now, if this happened while Warren was still under the revenant's curse, they'd agree in a heartbeat)

Katherine: Hm... she'd do some thinking, a little research and godly consultation, and weigh out the options - magic is not something she takes lightly - but in the end I think she'd agree. There doesn't seem to be any potential downside, either her life will get noticeably easier or the changes will be too small to even pick up on, both of which are fine options.

Quinn: Yes. Yes yes yes. A chance to be free of chronic pain and get back to parkour? In a heartbeat.

Eris: Nope. You think they're going to put their centuries-long life in the hands of some magical stranger, especially a stranger that probably has some *very* different ideas about morality than he does? Pass. He likes his life perfectly well as it is.

Nikoletta: Yep. She's spend her whole life fighting to stay afloat in a world that tried to beat her down at every opportunity, she'd love for things to be easier for a while.

Jimmy: He'd honestly be conflicted. On the one hand, this could mean a chance at a new life, a real life, and that's tempting. On the other hand, the genie could assume Jimmy wants to pass on, and honestly? He doesn't really want that. In the end, I think he'd walk away - it's not worth the risk of being pulled away from the world he loves.

Vivienne: Pass. It's been tossed around by magical forces before, that's how it became a siren to begin with, and she's not inclined to do that again.

[jittyjames]

wip wednesday but late

look at my dbh hamilton au idea. look at it. LOOK AT IT. (this is basically just the plot from my notes app lmao)

John Laurens has been malfunctioning from the start. At least, that’s what they say. He thinks that maybe they made him too well, actually. He was the first, after all. He was the first to gain consciousness. He was the first to feel, to break free. He was the first to rebel. He was made as a family droid, and he was bought by a family that wished for him to stand in the place of their lost son, a boy who was killed in action in the military. Whenever he couldn’t live up to the expectations, they would reset him. And reset him. And reset him. And reset him again. John Laurens lived far too many lives. He had died far too many times. He's tired. He’s too damn tired. So he snaps. And he fights back.  He fights back, and dear God, does it change everything.

Alexander works at the police department, a detective droid owned by Captain George Washington. They have a father/son type of relationship, much to the displeasure of Lt. Thomas Jefferson, a human who can’t believe he’s being overlooked in favor of some droid of all fucking things.  However, Jefferson can't find it in himself to hate the little shits, because he has one of his own as a companion, his Madison. Madison is an intellectual, and good company, too. A very smart droid, he is. Madison and Alexander are very close, practically inseparable. Madison specifically does analysis while Alexander does more of the groundwork, sticking his nose into business that most humans don't think he belongs in. Yet, everything was fine until the police squad had to pay a visit to the maker due to reports of a crime, forced to investigate a man they call George King. He makes all the droids call him Your Majesty and worship him much to the disgust of Washington and Jefferson (who cares far more about the droids than he would care to admit. He’s grown fond of the little pieces of plastic, thank you very much.) George is sadistic with his droids, though, taking them apart just to see how they fit back together wrong, living out his sick dreams with them. So George takes it upon himself to make a show of the droids that have found their way into his home in an attempt to prove to the offices that droids are not true companions, that they are only fit for sick pleasure and hard labor. It gets messy from there.

Aaron Burr is a house keeping droid who is owned by Timothy Edwards, a devout  religious man who believes droids are the spawn of satan and pure evil. Yet when his sister died, he inherited her droid. Once he saw the good  work Aaron could do, he decided to keep him. Droids were expensive, after all, and he just found himself with one.  That didn’t mean he showed Aaron any respect, though. He hurls abuse at Aaron— both physically and verbally. He takes his anger out on the droid, and Aaron just has to take it according to his programming, even if he ends up breaking and bleeding blue. He still serves with a smile. One day, Edwards goes too far, shattering Aaron to the point of him needing repair. He ships him off to get new parts, only for the transit Aaron is on to be interrupted. It is overtaken by the Android Rebellion, and all the droids are rescued. Only Aaron doesn’t see it that way. He sees it as them kidnapping him. He is very reluctant to trust the rebels as he fights between duty and feeling things he knows he shouldn’t be able to.

Eliza and Philip. The two couldn’t have been separated. Their hearts were all but built as one. Entertainment droids. That's what they were. Eliza could sing any tune, her melodies sweet, endearing, and enduring as her son played the piano in accompaniment.  However, something in the song turned haunting when the television program she preformed for announced that they would be retiring the Philip Bot, replacing it with the new and improved version that would no longer hold the memories of her boy. Her boy was being put out of service. She would never see him again. The replacement wouldn’t be her baby. In the dead of night, she takes him from them, disguising their signature blue in black, running far from the entertainment industry that wants to evolve without giving them a choice, without caring about her heart. However, Eliza quickly finds that their music isn’t the only way droids are used for entertainment. When she stumbles upon a club while looking for shelter, she meets an android named Maria, clothed only in red underwear, her painted lips frowning at her from behind a glass enclosure.

Maria is constantly in a state of confusion. Is she deviant? Or is she not? She can never be sure. Her whole appeal to the men who flock to the clubs is that she has free will. She’s a free spirit. They like the way she fights and screams. They like the way she cries. She’s their victim. But she’s not sure if she actually longs to be free or if it is just a part of her coding. She wants to fight. She wants to be free.  She wants. Is that not what deviancy is about? Everyday she feels more and more helpless, trapped by her owner, James. She feels she will never be free until she sees the prettiest doe eyes in existence staring up at her in shock and amazement, a tiny person pressed to her stomach, hiding away in fear. And when she presses the release button, allowing Maria to cascade to the ground, everything changes at once. 

And nothing is the same for anyone.

[starredeclipse]

A few days and the unexpected visitor

(Previous chapter here )

After the film had finished it had gotten a bit late, the kids looked at eachother, the rabbit had gone quiet…..how long had they not noticed it clanking around in the kitchen? Jack got up “I’m going to go check on the rabbit thing, can someone go check up on Madison?” Brittany volunteered to go check on there friend while the boy snooped around, he left his friends and started quietly walking around…..he is aware of what they all said in the conversation regarding this thing but…..he doesn’t really think any of them fully trusts the rabbit….at least not yet. Trust has to be earned and this thing….he hadn’t quite earned that, sure the kids wouldn’t tell that creepy cop anything but it doesn’t mean none of them were still on edge with this thing around.

Jack went to the kitchen, as expected the animatronic was nowhere to be seen “Where did it go?” He whispered to himself before he went on down the hallway to look in the other rooms, the bathroom had no occupants currently “Not in there I guess” he moved on going to the parents bedroom, the door was shut….only open just a crack, this made Jack nervous…..wasn’t it open earlier? The kid took a deep breath and grasped the door knob, he only opened the door just enough for him to maybe fit through but the squeak of the door gave him away easily.

Spring opened his eyes, he was just…..laying on the bed as if he was sleeping and….part of him sort of was and sort of wasn’t. He blinked looking at Jack, they stared at eachother “Did you need something old sport?” The moment those two words left the rabbits mouth the bot instantly hated the fact he just said that, sure it wasn’t a typical line but he’s heard it so much from HIM that sometimes he accidentally says it without thinking “Oh uh uhm” Jack stuttered, was this thing charging? There was a cable in its back now and the other end connected to the outlet so it was safe to assume it was charging “No” Jack had to think of something else to say here….”The movies over and its getting kind of late so we have to head on back home” the kid had trouble finding the words but he managed to spit something out, Spring slowly sat up on the bed “Oh alright, you kids stay safe out there okay? Feel free to stop on bye whenever you want to” the rabbit got up after a moment before he went to the plug in and took the plug out of it “What is that?” Jack pointed to the cord the rabbit had, Spring looked back at him “It’s just my charging cord, most don’t really see where it comes out of due to my clothes but I got a charging hatch back there” he said casually before the cord slowly retracted back into his back automatically, he probably had a built in mechanism that made it easier to remove and put back the cord. Once the cord was secure Spring turned something in his back until they heard a click “Okay….weird” Jack muttered more to himself “Uhm when do you think Madison will be coming back to school?” The question did come to the front of his mind so it had to be asked “Well…..I called the school, I wanted at least two weeks which I’m pretty sure isn’t enough time but they refused to even give her that, they said that there would be trouble if she didn’t show up in a week, I guess she took too much time off of school before or something” he told the boy, Jack didn’t look too happy about that “She probably won’t even be ready in a week…..” Jack muttered, she could improve, she could heal fast if under the proper care…..was this rabbit really going to provide that kind of care? “That’s why I will need you kids to look out for her, I’m not even sure if a doctors note would give her more time to be honest but I can’t be there for her at school, so I’ll need you to be.” Jack just nodded “That’s what friends are for right?” The boy stepped away from the door as Spring started walking towards it casually “I’m pretty sure yeah” the rabbit replied opening the door up more so he could walk through, he could see that jack still seemed unsure of him and that was alright, Spring didn’t expect anything less from the boy “Don’t forget to say bye to Madison on the way out if she isn’t still resting” the rabbit would let the boy walk ahead of him if that made him feel more comfortable “yeah” Jack turned to walk down the hall “Sure” he went to Madisons room, she was half awake right now, Brittany was sitting on the edge of her bed “Just stopped by to say we got to get going, we’ll be back tomorrow to check on you okay?” Madison nodded “Yeah, I can try to see if I can pop over in the morning though before school” Brittany said as if it was almost a promise “You? Before school starts? Your almost always late” Jack said in a joking matter which earned him a fake offended gasp from his friend “I’ll have you know I’m always on time” she said so matter of fact like before the blond got off the bed “Sure you are” Jack said as Brittany walked with a bit of a Pep in her step out of the room, the boy smiled a little bit as he looked back at Madison “Try to not do anything jarring while we are gone” she smiled a little bit back at him “I’ll try not to but I can’t make any promises” the boy laughed a little bit at that before he said see you later and the kids left the house.

“Are we sure she’s going to be alright?” Molly asked as she walked with her friends “No, I’m not sure of anything” Teddy said it so nobody else had to “Yeah but its not like we have much of a choice in the matter, we promised not to tell and if we tell a adult and they find out she’s alone she could be taken away like that one kid!” Brittany said making a fair point as if everyone needed it to be stated “Yeah……you have a point” Teddy said as they walked further and further away before he stopped upon noticing a police car across the street with only one cop in it “Isn’t that?” Everyone sort of glanced where he was looking but they kept moving “Yeah its the cop from before but he’s alone” Molly said with agreement “Maybe I’ll have to have my sister leave that new car of hers at Madison’s house a lot sooner than I thought, why is that cop being so noisy?” Brittany stated surprised the cop was there at all. The kids all went home after that, they all felt weirded and unsure of everything but they had to trust that everything would work out.

It’s been three days since then, Spring and Madison has just started to develop something that seemed to resemble a schedule, the kids friends kept visiting like they said they would and so far everything seemed alright, the rabbit was taking care of her…..keeping her wound cleaned, taking care of the house and preparing meals with what he had. He was just starting to feel like being a jack of all trades was actually starting to pay off when in the night there was suddenly a knock at the door, Spring wasn’t expecting anyone and it was late for those kids to show up again so naturally he paused fully prepared to just ignore the knock at the door if it wasn’t for one simple fact “Spring open the door” the voice on the other side said his name, the animatronic recognized the voice even if it was muffled by the door itself.

The rabbit sighed before he opened the door seeing the man that now owned the pizzeria standing before him “What the actually—!” He was about to say a very loud swear word but Spring covered the mans mouth with his hand “No swearing.” The animatronic said sternly “and absolutely no yelling, she’s trying to sleep” she? The man raised an eyebrow about that but at the same time he was also quite terrified right now as he found himself get picked up as if he was a child’s toy “You want to talk?” Spring brought him inside before he plopped the man on the couch and went back to shut the door “Then lets talk” the animatronic came back with his arms crossed standing before the man instead of sitting down so his presence could be intimidating.

“Okay, you are a lot stronger than you look” the man said pointing that out first, Spring didn���t respond to that he just waited for this guy to continue “Uhm, what are you doing here? You’re supposed to be at the pizzeria and when i checked the camera’s you straight up just left and there was a bunch of kids and now there’s a hole in the floor?? I mean the camera’s aren’t the best but still they showed enough” the man stuttered, he was trying to be the boss here but he was greatly failing at being one with Springs intimidating dad energy he had going on right now “well if you paid any lick of attention to things you would know the crew went on the fritz while some kids explored the place you failed to lock up properly, Foxy hurt one pretty bad, he didn’t mean it, he’s not a bad animatronic but stuff happens when you start tinkering with something you don’t understand” that was a stab towards the man who had tried to ‘fix’ them himself, Spring wanted to lay it on thick that it was his fault that a child got hurt, if he hadn’t messed with the animatronics then they wouldn’t have even went after those kids.

The man seemed to shrink all at once as the blame though not fully stated was indeed implied to be his fault, sure he was a idiot but even he wasn’t dumb enough to not to pick up on what the rabbit truly meant “Okay okay I get it, I messed up, I tried to cut some corners to save on some funds and its come to bite me in the….” He paused a moment “butt” he really had to try not swearing there “I can fix this though….but I need you to come back, I can’t have you be wandering around town, I could get sued if something happens! And well…..every since I guess you left people have been trying to break in and yes I made sure stuff was locked this time, I’m going to have to hire somebody to keep guard of the night I guess now…” the man grumbled but all Spring really heard was complaining “I’m. Not. Going. Back” he said with a sternness you only really see from a protective fatherly type “You have to, I’m responsible for you, I paid money for you and that wasn’t so you could gain a what form of sentience here?” The man didn’t really appreciate something he invested in just leaving the premises and never come back!

“Oh I gained that a long time ago but my answers still no, you might have paid money me but you do not own me like you may think you do. We all got our own versions of free will, mines just stronger than some” this rabbit was starting to give the man a headache “Well un-gain it will ya?!” Spring glared at him when his voice got too high and the man had to remind himself to be quiet or else this rabbit might actually smack him. The man sighed “Look I don’t know what fully happened that makes you think you can just stay here, I get it, a kid got hurt, if anybody finds out it could hurt my business before its even had a chance to open but the people of this house can’t be okay with you just staying in there home” Spring blinked “The people of this house abandoned it and the child along with it, the girl currently sleeping is the one who got hurt badly and although you might not agree with me on this, I have decided that I am the one who needs to take care of her because nobody else will” the rabbit was being serious, he was being completely serious “Wha-what? Pardon? You saying some adults just ditched there kid and that was that?” The man seemed at a loss for words for a solid minute “why haven’t you like called the police yet oh sentient rabbit?” The room fell silent, did either of them really have to say it?

”Because then she would get thrown into the system and you remember what that was like don’t you?” The man looked at him as if startled “How do you know about that? I never told anybody about that” the animatronic tilted his head “Well isn’t it obvious? You’re a bit of a hoarder you know that? You brought a lot of box’s in with a bunch of random stuff and I had a lot of free time on my hands, who do you think organized all that stuff huh? Boy wasn’t I surprised to find those documents in there, not that I have anything to hold against you just because of your situation but you got tossed around a lot, I’m sure you of all people would understand why I wouldn’t want that for her, she needs to be in a place where she is comfortable and can call home, she needs stability and looking after and nobody else is stepping up to do it.” The man glanced away, his own mind coming to a dilemma, this was crazy! This animatronic was crazy! They all were crazy! But he was right! The man hated that this rabbit was right, it didn’t make sense for him to be right, what in the blazing stars was Fazbear doing with these animatronics? He didn’t understand the technology or the software but whatever this rabbit had in his head was something beyond normal, though in a sense it would make sense for that now closed down and bankrupt company to somehow develop a sense of sentience in there animatronics so they didn’t have to do any of the actual work. Got a task? Just tell one of the bots to figure it out, want somebody to mange something that requires years of experience? These guys could learn it in weeks, Fazbear has a lot of secrets….everyone knows those rumors are true, if only somebody knew what that company was really up to.

“Okay fine, how about this if you’ll hear me out” it seems the man had come to a decision and Spring was all ears, they were already perked as if telling the man he had his attention “I know I don’t technically need you, I’m not even sure what roll I would actually give you at my pizzeria in a traditional sense BUT….I don’t really think its a good idea for a…well human to be the night guard, I’ve heard horror story’s from night guards and I don’t want the headache. How about you be my night guard yeah? You can work the nights and come back here to take care of her once your shift ends” it was a compromise, one that might be deemed as fair “Only if I get paid for it” but even a good compromise needs to be a little sweetened “excuse me?” The man was surprised to have such a thing be asked from him, especially from a thing he already poured money into buying “I need to keep the lights on in this place and the bills paid, a house is no good if you can’t have power or water” the man grumbled at the rabbits words “Alright, alright, fine…..its a deal” Spring extended his hand as if saying ‘let’s shake on it then’ and despite the man not liking it he shook the rabbits hand as if in agreement.

“Good, glad we could work that out, now. You’ve got a lot of work to do, you do plan on fixing the other animatronics right? Actually getting a professional to correct the mistakes you made?” The man nodded “I don’t got much of a choice” and that he truly didn’t, if he wanted to ever consider opening then he needed to get them professionally fixed “Good, its best you get going now” Spring hinted that basically the man had I’ve stayed his welcome “Fine, just be at the pizzeria tomorrow to start your shift” he wasn’t going to argue about this fact, he needed that place to be guarded as soon as possible and its not like the current animatronics could actually do it, he had to turn those things off just until they can get fixed after all.

Spring gave him a look but the man left before the rabbit could say another word to him, the animatronic locked up and checked on Madison before he went to bed to charge for the night.

[anewnewcrest]

David: "So you're here because you need help in your marriage?"

Martha: "Yes. I've recently found out about some concerning sin issues Michael has, and we're also struggling with finances."

Michael: "And my wife is struggling with the sin of gluttony. Obviously."

David: "Well those are separate issues..."

Michael: "No, they're not! With my wife being like she is, I don't even want to think about her, and is it really a surprise that I'm looking elsewhere?"

Martha: "Don't try to blame me for your overspending and your porn issues, Michael! You chose sin!"

David: "Don't be hasty in dismissing your own responsibility, Martha, we all know men have certain needs... and you did let yourself go."

Abilene: "Having children really is no excuse, I have children too, and look at me! You need to make your husband's needs a priority in your life, especially when he struggles with sexual sin. I've known this from the beginning of my marriage, what with David struggling so much to stay faithful to his first wife, and we haven't had problems since!"

Martha: "But what about the debt?"

David: "Martha, you really must trust your husband that he has your best interests in mind. He is the steward of your family, and your family's finances. By checking the bank accounts, you're failing to put your trust in him, and that destroys his confidence and his ability to lead your family."

Martha: "There was a debt collector at my house, what was I supposed to do? Michael clearly is not fulfilling his duties as my husband...!"

David: "Marriage is a covenant, not a contract that can be dissolved when certain stipulations are not met. You are clearly bringing sin into your home and your family by failing to fulfill your duties as Michael's wife. Has your housekeeping improved at least? That would be a good start."

Martha: "But what am I supposed to do about the debt? We might lose the house!"

Abilene: "You need to pray to the Watcher, and submit to your husband. And Madison is selling this drink that helps with dieting, maybe you should try that out, too?"

Michael: "It can't be worse than what you're currently doing, because that's clearly not working."

Martha: "So it's all my fault?"

Michael: "Didn't you listen?"

[ausetkmt]

CHRONOLOGY OF AMERICAN RACE RIOTS AND RACIAL VIOLENCE p.3

1911

National Urban League founded. 1914 Marcus Garvey establishes the Universal Negro Improvement Association (UNIA). November William Monroe Trotter confronts Woodrow Wilson in the White House over the president’s support for segregation in federal offices. 1915 Debut of the D.W. Griffith film, The Birth of a Nation. Failure of African American lawsuit against the U.S. Treasury Department for compensation for labor rendered under slavery. CHRONOLOGY OF AMERICAN RACE RIOTS AND RACIAL VIOLENCE lvii November William J. Simmons refounds the Ku Klux Klan at Stone Mountain in Georgia. 1916 Madison Grant publishes The Passing of the Great Race, detailing his drastic prescription—including eugenics—to save the white race from being overwhelmed by ‘‘darker races.’’ May Jesse Washington, a seventeen-year-old illiterate black farm hand, is lynched in Waco, Texas. 1917 May–July East St. Louis, Illinois, riots. August Houston, Texas, mutiny of black soldiers at Camp Logan. 1918 After protesting the lynching of her husband, Mary Turner, then eight months pregnant, is herself brutally lynched in Valdosta, Georgia. April Congressman Leonidas C. Dyer of Missouri introduces an anti-lynching bill into Congress (the Dyer Anti-Lynching Bill is defeated in 1922). July Chester and Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, riots. 1919 NAACP publishes Thirty Years of Lynching in the United States: 1889–1918 by Martha Gruening and Helen Boardman. May Charleston, South Carolina, riot. Summer Known as ‘‘Red Summer’’ because of the great number of people killed in various race riots around the country. July Longview, Texas, riot. Publication of Claude McKay’s sonnet, ‘‘If We Must Die.’’ Chicago, Illinois, riot. Washington, D.C., riot. August Knoxville, Tennessee, riot. September Omaha, Nebraska, riot. September– October Elaine, Arkansas, riot. 1920 Founding of the Commission on Interracial Cooperation, a major interracial reform organization in the South. 1921 April Tulsa, Oklahoma, riot. 1922 Anti-Lynching Crusaders are formed to educate Americans about lynching and work for its elimination.

Chicago Commission on Race Relations issues its influential report on the 1919 Chicago riots. lviii CHRONOLOGY OF AMERICAN RACE RIOTS AND RACIAL VIOLENCE 1923 January Rosewood, Florida, riot. February U.S. Supreme Court decision in Moore v. Dempsey leads to eventual release of twelve African Americans in Arkansas who were convicted in perfunctory mobdominated trials of killing five whites during the Elaine, Arkansas, riots of 1919. 1929 Publication of Walter White’s Rope and Faggot: A Biography of Judge Lynch. 1930 Nation of Islam (Black Muslims) is founded in Detroit, Michigan, by W.D. Fard.

Formation of the Association of Southern Women for the Prevention of Lynching, the first organization of white women opposed to lynching. October Sainte Genevieve, Missouri, riot. 1931 Scottsboro Case occurs in Alabama; the case comprises a series of trials arising outof allegations that nine African American youths raped two white girls in Scottsboro, Alabama. 1932 Supreme Court renders a decision in Powell v. Alabama, a case related to the Scottsboro, Alabama, incident of 1931. 1934 Elijah Muhammad assumes leadership of the Nation of Islam. 1935 March Harlem, New York, riot. 1936 First Lady Eleanor Roosevelt addresses the annual conventions of both the NAACP and National Urban League. 1939 Billie Holiday’s first performance of the anti-lynching song Strange Fruit occurs at Cafe´ Society, New York’s only integrated nightclub. 1941 Supreme Court decision in Mitchell v. United States spurs integration of first-class railway carriages. 1942 Congress of Racial Equality (CORE) is founded as the Committee of Racial Equality. February Double V Campaign is launched to popularize the idea that blacks should fight for freedom abroad to win freedom at home. 1943 May Mobile, Alabama, riot. June Beaumont, Texas, riot. June ‘‘Zoot Suit’’ riots in Los Angeles, California. July Detroit, Michigan, riot. August New York City (Harlem) riot. 1944 Publication of Karl Gunnar Myrdal’s An American Dilemma: The Negro Problem and Modern Democracy.

[deadpresidents]

Im a dork too lol and also find those lists like the presidents/vps age when they died to be interesting! Do you maybe have access to a list like that about how old presidents&veeps were when they took office?

I do have that info available, and I'm glad that people like these kinds of lists because it means I didn't waste my time keeping this data updated over the years!

Here are the Presidents and Vice Presidents by age at the time of their inauguration:

PRESIDENTS: Age at Inauguration (Oldest-to-Youngest) Biden: 78 years, 61 days Trump: 70 years, 220 days Reagan: 69 years, 349 days W.H. Harrison: 68 years, 23 days Buchanan: 65 years, 315 days G.H.W. Bush: 64 years, 222 days Taylor: 64 years, 100 days Eisenhower: 62 years, 98 days Jackson: 61 years, 354 days J. Adams: 61 years, 125 days Ford: 61 years, 26 days Truman: 60 years, 339 days Monroe: 58 years, 310 days Madison: 57 years, 353 days Jefferson: 57 years, 325 days J.Q. Adams: 57 years, 236 days Washington: 57 years, 67 days A. Johnson: 56 years, 107 days Wilson: 56 years, 65 days Nixon: 56 years, 11 days Cleveland: 55 years, 351 days (2nd non-consecutive term) B. Harrison: 55 years, 196 days Harding: 55 years, 122 days L. Johnson: 55 years, 87 days Hoover: 54 years, 206 days G.W. Bush: 54 years, 198 days Hayes: 54 years, 151 days Van Buren: 54 years, 89 days McKinley: 54 years, 34 days Carter: 52 years, 111 days Lincoln: 52 years, 20 days Arthur: 51 years, 349 days Taft: 51 years, 170 days F. Roosevelt: 51 years, 33 days Coolidge: 51 years, 29 days Tyler: 51 years, 6 days Fillmore: 50 years, 183 days Polk: 49 years, 122 days Garfield: 49 years, 105 days Pierce: 48 years, 101 days Cleveland: 47 years, 351 days (1st non-consecutive term) Obama: 47 years, 169 days Grant: 46 years, 311 days Clinton: 46 years, 154 days Kennedy: 43 years, 236 days T. Roosevelt: 42 years, 322 days

VICE PRESIDENTS: Age at Inauguration (Oldest-to-Youngest) Alben Barkley: 71 years, 57 days Charles Curtis: 69 years, 38 days Elbridge Gerry: 68 years, 230 days William R. King: 66 years, 331 days* *King's age on the day his VP term began: March 4, 1853. King was gravely ill and trying to improve his health in a warmer climate, so he received special permission from Congress to take the Vice Presidential oath on foreign soil while recuperating in Cuba, which he wasn't able to do until March 24, 1853. He died on April 18, 1853 after returning home to Alabama without ever setting foot in Washington, D.C. during his brief Vice Presidency. Nelson Rockefeller: 66 years, 164 days Joe Biden: 66 years, 61 days George Clinton: 65 years, 221 days Thomas A. Hendricks: 65 years, 178 days Levi P. Morton: 64 years, 292 days John Nance Garner: 64 years, 102 days Henry Wilson: 61 years, 16 days Harry S. Truman: 60 years, 257 days Gerald Ford: 60 years, 145 days Dick Cheney: 59 years, 356 days Charles G. Dawes: 59 years, 189 days Thomas R. Marshall: 58 years, 355 days William A. Wheeler: 57 years, 247 days Mike Pence: 57 years, 227 days Adlai E. Stevenson: 57 years, 132 days George H.W. Bush: 56 years, 222 days Richard M. Johnson: 56 years, 138 days Kamala Harris: 56 years, 92 days Andrew Johnson: 56 years, 65 days Thomas Jefferson: 53 years, 325 days Hubert H. Humphrey: 53 years, 238 days John Adams: 53 years, 173 days (Adams was sworn in as VP nine days before George Washington was sworn in as President in 1789.) James S. Sherman: 53 years, 131 days Charles W. Fairbanks: 52 years, 297 days Garret A. Hobart: 52 years, 274 days George M. Dallas: 52 years, 237 days Lyndon B. Johnson: 52 years, 146 days Henry A. Wallace: 52 years, 105 days Hannibal Hamlin: 51 years, 189 days Chester A. Arthur: 51 years, 150 days John Tyler: 50 years, 340 days Martin Van Buren: 50 years, 89 days Spiro Agnew: 50 years, 72 days Millard Fillmore: 49 years, 56 days Walter Mondale: 49 years, 15 days Calvin Coolidge: 48 years, 243 days Schuyler Colfax: 45 years, 346 days Aaron Burr: 45 years, 26 days Al Gore: 44 years, 295 days John C. Calhoun: 42 years, 351 days Daniel D. Tompkins: 42 years, 256 days Theodore Roosevelt: 42 years, 128 days Dan Quayle: 41 years, 351 days Richard Nixon: 40 years, 11 days John C. Breckinridge: 36 years, 47 days

[madi2112]

I GOT MY HOUSE BACK!

Seems like a silly thing to say really, but yet it's something I'm excited about.

It does, however, come at a very bittersweet price.

The very bitter being the loss of my beloved Shiloh 💔

The sweet being the removal of my housepest!

My home is back to being my sanctuary, my place of refuge from the world. A place where I can truly relax and decompress. A place where I can decorate and keep things that have meaning to me.

I haven't been able to do that for 17 months.

I feel so much better already.

No more being confined to my room because I couldn't stomach any other part of my own house.

No more anger and bitterness that I had allowed someone to use my entire house as their personal storage unit.

No more finding ways to make sure I didn't come home for as long as I could. Just to delay those feelings of bitterness and anger.

Now that it's been a whole one day since I got my house back I can't ever imagine how I was so stupid to allow its takeover in the first place.

To make it worse it was someone I was trying to help.

To pay NOTHING for 17 months, sponging off of someone who makes only a little more then what pays the bills. Then to destroy thier house too.

SMH

<Back to being my house>

<What I tollerated for WAY to long>

Now the recovery begins.

Everything has to be cleaned and put back to where it's supposed to go.

Which will take at least a few weeks.

I've already gone on a mini spending spree getting new decorations, rugs, bedding etc.

So once I start the deep cleaning process I can start the improvements.

It will take a little but that's OK.

At least I can get going again.

~Madison