#ii . teenagers scare the living crap out of me ౿

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demetri looks over his father's statue and the offerings that litter it , tongue darts across pink lips as he draws a breath through parted lips . how he hated the stigma placed around the god and how it seemed to surround him too , now . darker hues meet with his father's helm - the one and only gift he's ever received from his father , how it suited his father but weighs heavy in his hands . by no means does he think he could live up to hades' stature but , he would try . wouldn't he? "father is known for many things but the scholars never seem to note how kind he can truly be ." he muses somberly to his approaching friend .

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[chocoholicannanymous]

If the Spit Hits the Fan (Glee) Part XV

Follows pt I, pt II, pt III, pt IV, pt V, part VI, pt VII, part VIII, part IX, part X, part XI, part XII, part XIII and part XIV.

Being Sebastian's boyfriend really isn't that much different from being his friend. They do a lot of the same things, and talk about the same stuff, only now there's hand-holding and kissing and cuddling with it. Apart from the touching though? Nothing really changes much.

Which kind of makes it sound like how it was with Blaine.

It's not though.

Sebastian will hold his hand in the hallway without worrying about being seen. And yes, Dalton is different from McKinley – so, so much different, and safer – but Blaine even hesitated to hold Kurt's hand in the choir room, surrounded by friends.

Sebastian kisses him in a way that never leaves Kurt doubting there's attraction, and has to stop his hands from wandering too far on a regular basis – yet never making Kurt worry he won't stop.

Sebastian makes Kurt have to stop himself, both from allowing it and from doing his own wandering. They're still too new to go there, no matter how much Kurt's hormones sit up and beg every time Sebastian touches him. (They'll get there, Kurt's sure, just... Step by step, and not yet.)

Sebastian reaches out for Kurt without looking – sometimes seemingly without thinking – to pull him close, and always makes a space for him.

And when Sebastian sings, it's with Kurt, or for him, not at him.

It's a far cry from scheduled make-outs and avoiding even PG13 levels of PDA and being made to feel like his boyfriend is more interested in his own hand than in Kurt.

It's amazing.

There's a rainbow rose hanging on Kurt's door on Valentine's day. He and Sebastian have been dating for two days – a day and a half, if he was to be picky – and Kurt knows from last year's insanity that there's not a flower shop within two hours of Vesterville that carries rainbow roses. They have to be ordered special, and with a lot more warning than two days.

Kurt's not the least bit ashamed about how he squeals, or how he turns on his heel and kisses his boyfriend (!) for long enough to be a little dizzy afterwards.

This isn't to say that Sebastian is a perfect boyfriend. He's not. Then again, neither is Kurt. He's working from romantic movies and the examples from the New directions, and of course from his time with Blaine. Neither is a good road map. Romantic movies have so many flaws Kurt don't really want to examine, and a lot of his favorites are set too far back in time to be useful as guidelines. The loves lives of his old glee mates are...well. They're flawed too, when seen without rose-colored glasses and envy.

As for his relationship with Blaine... Even if he's not counting how it ended that relationship was so very less than perfect, and honestly it was both their faults. Kurt's not without blame, he knows that and can admit it without somehow pretending what Blaine did wrong never happened.

So he's trying to learn from his mistakes, and other people's mistakes, and he does his best to communicate with Sebastian – who does the same in return.

Also, no one can say that they don't argue. They definitely do. They have from the beginning, and they're both opinionated passionate people, so why should they stop now? Their relationship has changed – they themselves haven't.

It's just that they manage to argue in a way that works. That doesn't makes Kurt pull out his claws to eviscerate Sebastian, that doesn't scare Kurt, or make him give in to “preserve the peace”. That, right there, was one of the things that had sent his relationship with Blaine down the wrong turn. When he'd first told his dad that he'd begun dating Blaine Burt Hummel had told him never to go to bed angry with his partner. He'd meant to sort out arguments and disagreements, but Kurt had interpreted it as needing to back down and push down his anger or hurt. With Sebastian he doesn't.

They argue, because that's who – and how – they are, but they do it in as mature and healthy way as they are able to, being teenagers. And they apologize if they step over the line. Not Kurt apologizes, regardless, with Sebastian pouting until he does, but both of them.

If Kurt had to, he'd call it damned near perfect. Instead he'll just say it's good, and he's happy.

That's never something to look down on.

The week of Regionals is weird. Kurt's never felt as prepared or as calm with a competition approaching, which is rather telling. The rest of the Warblers are a different story though. Kurt has made it clear that his primary goal is to beat the Troubletones, and his friends are feeling the pressure. They even ask if Kurt and Sebastian won't reconsider singing 'Human Nature'.

“Look, guys, I'm honored, really, that you would trust me, us like that. But I want to win more than I want that solo. And even if we ignore the fact that Ohio doesn't seem ready for a gay duet, I really do think the setlist we have is stronger as is. The Troubletones have a great presence, and both Mercedes and Santana are awesomely talented. However, everything about the Troubletones are built around them. The rest of the girls are background and dancing. If we go on with a number that's the same they are going to win, for no other reason than that most people find girls prettier and nicer to look at.

“But if we go on as an actual choir, for a show choir competition? We'll win. I'm sure of it. We've worked so hard with our songs, and I wouldn't change a thing about our setlist.”

And it's true. They have an amazing setlist, and everything flows in a way that makes Kurt feel practically professional, and he's not giving that – and its chance to win – up to stare longingly at Sebastian while singing a song that exposes them to the core.

No. Kurt's going to have quite a lot more time in the spotlight than he'd expected when turning down a proper solo. He's going to sing with his friends, and his boyfriend, and he's going to show McKinley what it means to be a team onstage.

The Troubletones are just as amazing onstage as Kurt thought. They've done a good job picking their songs, and Mercedes still has the best voice he's ever heard live. Santana's not quite as talented, but give her the right song – which these are – and she'll blow your mind. Their choreography showcases the girls poached from the Cheerios without making Mercedes look too far behind, and their clothes look good.

Kurt would vote for them any day, even with Rachel being given a place in the background, except this one. This is going to be his day. He meets Sebastians eyes as they line up and nods.

Showtime.

'I want You Back' does exactly what it's meant to, namely getting the audience in a party mood. As the last notes flows into the first from 'Man in the Mirror' the mood shifts and Kurt feels his own shift with it. His solo feels a little raw, because in no way can he sing those lines without being reminded of all the crap he's gone through over the past 6 months.

“...a willow deeply scared, somebody's broken heart and a washed out dream...”

Well. His heart might have been broken, and his dreams about Blaine did wash out. But he's got new dreams, and his hearts healed, and no matter the scars he's whole where it matters. And even if he wasn't? He's looking in the mirror, and he's changing.

They bring the party back with their last song, giving their all transforming the sounds of 'Beat It' to sounds that can be reproduced by the human throat. The dancing is the most demanding Kurt's ever done onstage, and he knows he will definitely be beat after. But they look and sound awesome, and that's all that matters.

Or maybe not, he ruefully thinks as he sees Finn on his feet, jumping up and down and whooping as the Warblers are proclaimed the winners and Rachel looks like she's been pelted with eggs again.

“You stole our songs!”

Of course. All Kurt wants to do is get on the bus, go back to Dalton and celebrate. Okay, shower, then celebrate. So naturally Rachel is waiting to ambush him. Well, that's not going to go the way she's probably thinking.

“Really? Really Rachel, you're going there? You know very well that we didn't steal anything. Oh, I know that there was a suggestion that the New Directions do Michael for Sectionals, but I also know that you were the one who refused to accept it.

“You really blew it there. Michael is a great choice for Sectionals or Regionals, what with the Ohio mindset, and I'm pretty sure you would have won with the setlist the guys suggested. I'm not surprised you put a stop to it though.”

Rachel draws back, looking first shocked, then insulted, then finally like an angry goose, complete with hissing sound. He's not letting it touch him though, lets it run over him, one might say, like water over a goose.

“There are no songs in Michael Jacksons discography that's a given for you, no certainty that you'll be featured. And in the end, that's what mattered, wasn't it? Not that the New Directions won, but that you won. You wanted to beat the Troubletones, didn't you? Wanted to show that you were better than Mercedes, wanted to prove that her beating you when auditioning for Maria was just a fluke. Wanted to prove what everyone knows, that's she's every bit as good as you, and sometimes better, is wrong.

“Well, congratulations. You got what you wanted in terms of the setlist and the spotlight, but you fucked up everything else. And not just for you, but for everyone.”

An expression of pain flies across Rachel's face, and he pushes the knife in a little bit further.

“We weren't as blind though. The minute Finn told me about the Michael setlist I knew it was a winner. As did the other Warblers. I asked Finn first, and Sam and Puck. They didn't think we needed their permission, as you didn't use the songs, but they gave it any way.”

Kurt looks at Rachel, looks at the way she's still fuming, still refusing to see any other side than her own. It won't matter what he says – she'll keep ignoring any and all arguments against her. Once he might have tried harder to make her understand, but as things are he just wants to leave. His boyfriend's waiting and that makes Kurt out of time to spend on his former friend.

“Your loss, our gain.”

He starts to leave, but thinks better of it. He's got one more jab in him.

“Oh, and Rachel? Don't worry. Going to Nationals is a privilege, and we won't waste it. We've already gotten started on a setlist.”

It's petty, but. So's she.

That evening the Warblers celebrate as thoroughly as a bunch of uniformed boys in a well-staffed boarding school can. This means that it's late when Kurt drags Sebastian to his room (unlike him Sebastian's in a single), but neither of them is under the influence of anything but happiness.

That's important to Kurt as they tumble into Sebastian's bed while kissing, because he doesn't want there to be any doubt in Sebastian's mind that when Kurt pulls off his shirt and then goes for his fly it's because he wants to.

Having Sebastian stop him is frustrating, to say the very least.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

It's only the fact that it's Sebastian, and that he's shown himself trustworthy in so many ways over the past months that stops Kurt from storming out.

“I thought we... You know?”

It's so hard to say, to open himself up like this, years of being told he's a predator, or ugly, or plain wrong getting just as much in his way as the fact that he's never done this, and the only time he's been even close wasn't even about him.

Apparently he's going to have to use his words regardless, because Sebastian's not taking the opening.

“I thought we could have sex.” There. Words. Consent. Door wide open.

And yet Sebastian's still not taking the opening.

“What's the hurry?”

Kurt pulls back a little, hurt blooming.

“No, no, don't. Talk to me, okay? I'm a bit surprised I guess. We haven't even been dating for two months yet, and I know this is new for you.”

“So? It's not like I'm waiting for marriage.”

Kurt knows he sounds a bit snippy, and he has sort of been waiting – not for marriage, but for something, some feeling of more. He's got that feeling with Sebastian, so what's the point of waiting any longer? Everyone else his age (or so it feels) is having sex so why can't he?

Some of it must bleed through because Sebastian gets that “aha” look, and nods a bit.

“Look, regardless of what I might have said or implied when chasing Blaine, I'm actually not the whore of Babylon. I have, however, rounded a few bases and enjoyed them. I think you'd enjoy them too, and I would love to find out first hand. But that doesn't have to mean we go straight to fucking.” Kurt blushes, because he might be ready to do it, but those words...

“So. I'm not going to push, and I'm not going to rush. I am more than interested though, I'm just happy to take it a bit slow. To build up to every step. As far as I'm concerned you've earned that.”

Sebastian's looking so earnest it kills Kurt annoyance, and then lightning-quick it's replaced by a vicked look than makes him shiver all over.

“I wouldn't mind showing you the first of many, many bases now though. How about it, babe?”

Kurt doesn't mind either, neither then nor the next day.

[a-wandering-ghoulette]

MyRock ; issue n°44 (Jan/Feb 2017) A Nameless Ghoul from Ghost interview.

Photos: Manon Violence Interview: Mark Renton

2017 has been the year of all records for Ghost! After an exceptional concert at Hellfest, a nicely lead Download Festival (despite voice problems) and a France tour still in minds, the band then launched a triumphal American tour. Meanwhile, the satanic clergy also draw its awesome “Popestar”, EP lead with drums beating by the heady single “Square Hammer”. Telephonical talk with one Nameless Ghoul to take stock on the past, the present and future of this definitely fascinating band.

//Before continuing, note this issue is still available for international orders on their online shop. Direct link to this issue’s page in source! Don’t be surprised by the first cover shown there, it’s litteraly a two covered mag… The mag is meant to be read in 2 time: you start by one side, no matter which one, and when you reach the middle, you have to close it and flip it then tadaaa you have more to read on the 2nd side!//

(Read the full interview under the cut and feel free to point out mistakes!)

Hello, who’s calling? Nameless Ghoul: Hello! I’m one of the Nameless Ghouls.

Which one? Which instrument do you play in the band? N.G. : I’m our clergy’s official spokesperson. I’m also Ghost’s founder, main composer and, most of the time, I play guitar.

How do you feel at the approach of Papa Emeritus III’s end of reign? Because there’ll certainly be a new Papa Emeritus soon… N.G. : You’re right, we’re close to the end of a cycle. Personally, I always saw change as a good thing. It’s stimulating. We still have a lot of concerts to give in 2017, but I think I can safely say that at the end of the next year, all Nameless Ghouls will be tired of Papa Emeritus III! It’ll be nice to see a new leader coming to guide us.

How would you describe the personality of Papa Emeritus III compared to his predecessors? N. G. : First of all, Papa Emeritus III is an entertainer! He loves projectors, he loves the public, and he loves success. The first Papa Emeritus was someone very rigid, very strict, and very solemn. A real son of a bitch! (laughs) To be honest, we don’t miss him at all! Papa Emeritus II was a pervert a little bit sadistic, and, in hindsight, I think he wasn’t very at ease on stage. He wasn’t a showman, unlike Papa Emeritus III! Him, he’s the guide we missed to rise up the quality of our shows, to reach the step above and communicate with our fans. We will be eternally thankful for his work. I believe he have paved the way for his successor…

Precisely, what are you waiting from the future Papa Emeritus IV? N.G. : Well, I want him to be scary. That he bring back something more tenebrous, while remaining spectacular. Broadly speaking, I want the next album to come back to a gloomier atmosphere.

Fueled by ego

On a more personal viewpoint, what is your relationship with your character? N.G. : What’s exciting me the most with Ghost, it’s that the project is a real challenge for the individuals involved. Everybody is on an equal footing. Furthermore, there’s something really thrilling to embody a character which is a part of yourself, but never totally you. Traditionally, rock stars always reach the point where they fuse with their creature. In the end, rock’s always been fueled by ego. Even if you’re part of a fully honest and underground band, you’ll always have this desire to be under the spotlights, to be recognize, famous and loved. Those pretending the contrary are liars. Roughly, no matter the music you make, you all secretly dream to be a kind of Justin Bieber. (laughs) To be masked is something very different. It’s a kind of anomaly in the entertainment system. Because every day, you never receive the admiration you deserve. When I’m not on stage with Ghost, I’m going back in anonymity. It’s very positive for me. I would say, my character brings me some stability in my daily life. But I’m aware my case is a bit special since I’m Ghost’s main composer and thus I’ll always be linked in a way or another to this project. But being in the obscurity is sometime more complicated to manage for the other Nameless Ghouls…

This mystery surrounding Ghost inevitably attracts the fans curiosity. This year, some of them started a vast quest to discover your identities. We imagine it’s part of the game, but what are you feeling regarding it? N.G. : From the beginning, we knew it’ll be impossible to keep the secret until the end. It’s already a miracle we held this long. (laughs) Personally, it doesn’t matter. I think the work accomplished pays its own way. I mean, our albums, our concerts and our universes are that strong they succeed to supplant the reality. Today, people don’t care to know who’s under Papa Emeritus’ hat. When they come to see us play, they want the real Papa. It’s a bit like if our creature ended up escaping us to live its own life.

2017 has been a successful year for Ghost, with appearances in huge festivals, a colossal American tour and the worldwide success of the EP “Popestar”. How did you live that? N.G. : This year has been amazing on every points, really! We’ve been able to see how much the band has grown by federating more fans. However, I’m not someone who contemplate our success and congratulate myself. The past doesn’t interest me. But the future does. When we take a step forward I always try to have in mind the next one. 5 years ago, we played at the Olympia supporting In Flames and Trivium. It happens that on 11 April next we’ll come back, this time as the headliner. But instead of rejoicing, I like to tell myself: “OK, it’s cool, but what I really want to do is Bercy!”. And if one day we make it to Bercy as the headliner, I know in a corner of my head there’ll be the Stade de France. I’m ambitious. (laughs)

I come from extreme metal.

Ghost is one of the rare bands to link metal to the general public. Do you think it explains this popularity? N.G. : I think, yes. We see more and more diversity in the public at our gigs. Of course, there are metalheads with long hair and battle jacket, but there are also hipsters, girls who usually listen to pop music, and alternative rock lovers. I find it fantastic. You know, musically, I come from extreme metal. It’s been in my genes since my teenage years. I listen to many other things, but it’s where I come from. It’s my identity and it’s what forged my mentality. At the point that, when Ghost began to be successful, I started to feel guilty. I had that feeling I transgressed underground metal’s tactical rules, which are systematic rejection of success and popularity. It took me a lot of abnegation to understand success isn’t nefarious, on the contrary, it’s the reward for an hard work. And deep down I think I was scared to be rejected by my own community, to be treated like a sellout.

Have you ever been confront to animosity from fundamentalists metalheads? N.G. : Oh yes, mostly now! On internet, some start to let their hate flow on Ghost. But it’s OK, I understand. Myself, if I wasn’t in the band, I think I would hate Ghost. (laughs) Because in metal, once a band makes money, they’re sellout. It’s like this and I accept it. It’s also an old metalhead’s thing. People who were here during the rise of the extreme genres grew up with a certain code of conduct, with a more rigid thinking. By the way, I’m going to tell you a secret: some of my best friends abhor Ghost. They hate the band. They don’t understand what we do, they think it’s crap. But it’s nothing. They can. They stay my friends after all. (laughs) It’s different with kids, they are more open minded. But in hindsight, I’m figuring out that me too, in my daily life, I’m an old fart. (laughs) I listen to a small amount of new things. Nothing give me more joy than a good old “Master of Puppets”, a “Seven Churches” by Possessed, or a King Diamond, my hero!

King Diamond & Merciful Fate.

Would you say King Diamond was the biggest inspiration for Ghost, in terms of theatricality? N.G. : Indeed! As far as I remember, I’ve always listened to King Diamond and Merciful Fate. At home, my mother listened to a lot of 60’s and 70’s classic rock, like Beatles, Rolling Stones and Led Zeppelin. My brother, him, listened to harder stuff like AC/DC, Sex Pistols, Rainbow… I liked all of this, but when my neighbor introduce me to King Diamond I had the feeling to be someone special. I was listening to this crazy stuff that no one else knew at home! I was 8 and, at this age, as you can imagine, I was very marked by his albums’ visuals. King Diamond is the one who open me the door to this gloomy universe which is now find in Ghost.

Kid from the 80’s.

We also guess an interest for the 80’s! If previously you made a cover of Depeche Mode, your EP “Popestar” offer us covers of Echo & The Bunnymen and Eurythmics. N.G. : I’m a kid from the 80’s, it’s the soundtrack of my life. I think it’s mostly thanks to the radio, which was always switch on at home. I like all classics: Mike Oldfield, Nik Kershaw, Eurythmics, Midnight Oil… When I was a teenage, I kind of liked to show of and act like a thoug one who only listen to extreme metal, but secretly, in my bedroom, I listened to Duran Duran, Spandau Ballet and Bronski Beat. (laughs) And, in the end, Ghost is exactly this: a mix of Kiss, Depeche Mode and Merciful Fate with a bit of Pink Floyd over it, especially “The Piper at the Gates of Dawn” and “A Saucerful of Secrets”.

On your last EP, there is the heady single “Square Hammer”. It’s the first time you embrace that clearly pop’s codes. Is this song representative of the sound you would like to have on the next album? N.G. : You know, album after album, each time we ask ourselves how far we can go. It was already the case with “Infestissumam”. At the time, we wondered if the song “Ghuleh/Zombie Queen” wasn’t too much. After a moment of hesitation we were like “Fuck! Black Sabbath made ballads so why not us?”. On “Meliora”, we wondered if there weren’t too many ballads. Then, when we composed “Square Hammer”, we found the title too direct, too effective. We were scared our fans wouldn’t understand. We’ve always had this metalhead consciousness tugging us. But in the end, we thought a good song is a good song, no matter the shape. So to answer your question, I think our next disc will wander further more into these melodies, indeed.

You have a break until the resumption of the tour, on March. Will you write the new album while you’re at it? N.G. : Of course! I’m already on it, I have some new songs…  And a good idea where I want to go with this album, but it’s too early to talk about it. The problem is the 2017 tour will extend and I’m not sure we’ll have the time to finish the recording before going back on the roads. I think we’ll finish it in late 2017, with a potential release in 2018. Earlier seems difficult to me! All I can tell you is that visually, the next album’s imagery will come back to something way darker than “Meliora”.

What can we expect for your next date at the Olympia, on 11 April next? N.G. : I saw today that our concert is sold out, it’s amazing! It’ll be very alike shows we gave in the USA this year. We have a stage structure more sizable compared to the last time we came in France. Visually, the show will be impressive, but we’ll also play some rare titles. The only deception is we won’t have the pyrotechnical effects, because they aren’t authorized at the Olympia. So it’ll has to work doubly hard! You know, we love to play in France. We are always very well hosted here. Moreover, what I most loved since the release of “Meliora” it’s to play again and again in France. I really saw our public grow out there when it comes to Hellfest or Rock en Seine. To feel appreciated like this is the greatest reward. Furthermore, the food is succulent in France, people are lovely and you have this attitude a bit impertinent which is rather close to that of Ghost. France, it’s our second home. We’re eager to be back at the Olympia and to party with you! (Translator note: Ooooh you and your sweet like honey words~ We love you too, dear.)

Bonus anecdote:

(Almost) naked with James Hetfield! Our new friend Nameless Ghoul is an ultimate fan of Metallica. Before becoming friend with James Hetfield, he met him in circumstances rather… embarrassing: “Metallica, it’s the greatest band in the world! I hadn’t have time to fully savor their last album but I’m so happy to know they’re alive and in great shape.  It also means they will tour, and thus we’ll get the occasion to meet on the road. James Hetfield has been one of Ghost’s first supports. I had the chance to meet him several times, and since we often message each other. The first time he’s been introduced to me, the situation was rather… surrealistic. We were in our lodge, changing ourselves, and here come James Hetfield suddenly appearing by the door to say hi. And you know what? I was in underwear! It was the most embarrassing situation of my life! I was there, in underwear, in front of my greatest idol! How embarrassing!”

[chicagoindiecritics]

New from Kevin Wozniak on Kevflix: Top 5 – Awesome Movies Coming Out in March

I unfortunately forgot to post this list over the last couple of months, but it’s back now and it’s a strong month to come back in.  Every year, March offers up a pretty mixed bag of movies.  We’ve gotten big blockbusters, strong indies, and even some Oscar nominees.  The last few years have given us some great movies like Us, Isle of Dogs, and 10 Cloverfield Lane, as well as some duds like Batman v. Superman, A Wrinkle in Time, and Captain Marvel.  What does March 2020 have in store for us?  From the looks of it, it’s going to be a good month of cinema.  Here are my picks for the most exciting movies coming out in March.

        5 – THE WAY BACK (Gavin O’Connor, March 6)

Gavin O’Connor is a director I really like.  Of the movies of his I have seen, which is most of them, they have all worked for me in one way or the other.  What O’Connor doesn’t get enough attention for is his direction of sports films.  Though having only made two, Miracle and Warrior, these are two of the best sports of the century, perfectly directed and filled with emotion and heart-racing sports action.  O’Connor is back in the sports genre with The Way Back, a film starring Ben Affleck as an alcoholic basketball coach who begins to confront his demons as his team starts winning.  Affleck looks great in the film and O’Connor is bound to bring the emotional punch we’ve come used to from his sports films.  If this film is anywhere close to being as good Miracle or Warrior, we might have to consider O’Connor as the best sports-movie director of twenty-first century.

    4 – ONWARD (Dan Scanlon, March 6)

I have already seen Onward and Pixar has another gem on their hands.  This is a magical journey et in a suburban fantasy world, two teenage elf brothers (voiced by Tom Holland and Chris Pratt) who embark on a quest to discover if there is still magic out in the world.  I will dive more into this one later in the week, but Onward is of emotion, laughs, exciting action, and great themes.

    3 – MULAN (Niki Caro, March 27)

Save for a couple movies, I am generally a fan of the live-action Disney remakes.  I think Disney does a pretty good job of getting interesting filmmakers for these remakes and they translate into visually stunning versions of the classic stories we know and love.  Mulan looks like another one of this hits.  Going a more serious route, director Niki Caro looks to have made a visually stunning Chinese epic.  Caro also stripped the songs from the film and the PG-13 rating has me thinking that the battles and fights are going to be more thrilling and more violent, which is very exciting.  This has the potential to be Disney’s best live-action remake to date.

    2 – A QUIET PLACE PART II (John Krasinski, March 20)

A Quiet Place was one of the true surprises of 2018.  Completely original, masterfully written and crafted, and endlessly terrifying, John Krasinski’s second film established him as a true talent behind the camera.  Who knows what he has in store for the sequel, though it looks like the same family from the first film is still roaming this silent world hiding from these alien creatures.  Though I wish Krasinski made a pallet cleanser in-between movies to show his range is more than just the world of A Quiet Place, I am excited to dive more into this world and to get the crap scared out of me.

    1 – NEVER RARELY SOMETIMES ALWAYS (Eliza Hittman, March 13)

Never Rarely Sometimes Always is a film that I have already seen and a film I am still thinking about.  I saw the film back in January at the Sundance Film Festival and it is one that I knew was really good when I saw it, but one that has stayed with me and only grown since.  This is a raw, unflinching look at a pair of teenage girls (Sidney Flanigan and Talia Ryder, in two incredible break-out performances) in rural Pennsylvania travel to New York City to seek out medical help after an unintended pregnancy.  Eliza Hittman’s direction is impeccable and the film feels like part documentary and part teenage drama, but is 100% authentic and beautiful.  You can read my review from Sundance here, but Never Rarely Sometimes Always is a powerful movie and one of the best of 2020.

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Fantastic Four # 4 - 6

Warning, Spoilers Ahead…

 Brief Summary: The return of Namor, the debut of Doctor Doom, and the first Namor-Doom team-up.

Debuts:

·         Doctor Doom

·         Baxter Building

·         Yancy Street Gang

Favorite Cover: #4 – I love the image of Namor escaping into the ocean with Susan.

Points of Interest:

·         Ben’s very indecisive on Johnny’s leaving the team. He starts with “He’s nothin’ but a spoiled brat of a teenager! What do we need him for?” to “When I find ‘im, I’ll team him to run off on us that way!” So do you want Johnny gone or not?

·         Sue once again causes panic in a public setting by using her powers for ordinary tasks. Why do you need to be invisible to drink soda in a café?

·         The amount of time Johnny has been away from the team isn’t specified. If it’s only been a few hours, the team is panicking over nothing. Johnny wouldn’t be the first teen to storm off for a few hours, cool down, and then return home. If it has been over a day, Johnny owes Sue a huge apology.

·         Reed yanks a passing motorcyclist off his bike to see if he’s seen Johnny.  Reed tells the man “But if you don’t know where Johnny Storm is, I’ve no more time to waste with you!”Reed’s rather rude.  I mean, Reed was the one who yanked the poor man off of his motorcycle – possibly damaging the bike in the process.

·         Reed thinks “I’ve got to keep trying!  Sooner or later I’ll find some teen-ager who’s seen him!” Yep, that’s Reed’s solution to the missing Johnny problem – question every teenager in New York City on Johnny’s whereabouts.  I was expecting more from the world’s smartest man – maybe a device that would sense Johnny’s elevated temperature or energy output but nope, instead he’s going to interrogate all of New York’s thousands upon thousands of teenagers.

·         It’s revealed that Johnny is at Swanson’s Garage working on cars and hanging with his pals. The same Swanson’s Garage we saw Johnny at during the first issue of the Fantastic Four.  I can understand Reed not being aware of the garage – he becomes so absorbed in his experiments he forgets the outside world – but are you telling me that Sue didn’t check out the place?  Sue wouldn’t be fooled by the “tell her I’m not here” game – one invisible drop-in later and Johnny’s busted.

·         Johnny uses his powers to weld the engine.  He also shows off by flaming on – while near cans of gasoline!  Johnny explains: “Notice how I can control my flame!  By not moving, it doesn’t go near the gasoline!” Way to scare the crap out of your friends!  

·         Ben enters the garage by breaking through the wall.  The team is racking up the collateral damage for a simple search mission – Swanson’s garage wall, the man’s motorcycle, and who knows if Sue paid for that soda!

·         Ben warns Johnny: “And now I’ll teach you what happens to deserters!  And your flame doesn’t scare me!  I know you can’t move while you’re burning, because there’s gasoline all over here!  One spark and your pals are done for!”

·         Reading Ben’s early appearances are rather jarring compared to his later personality. I understand Ben’s anger, frustration and bitterness.  I’m also sure his transformation caused a severe case of post-traumatic stress disorder but casually dismissing the safety of innocent bystanders?  Not the Ben we know and love.  

·         Johnny, acting as the mature one, immediately flames off and attempts to defuse the situation.  Ben proceeds to throw a car through the other wall of the garage.  Ben takes a swing at Johnny: “You’ve always laughed at me because I was ugly!  Well? Why aren’t you laughing now? Don’t worry, sonny boy…I’m not gonna spoil your pretty features!  I’ll just rough you up a little…teach you who’s boss, once and for all!”

·         Ben turns back to human mid-rant.  Johnny takes the opportunity to flame on and retreat.  Ben’s calls after Johnny: “Go on, Torch!  Fly off!  What do I care!  Ha Ha! I’m human again!  Fly away, you flaming freak!!”

·         A flying Johnny thinks to himself: “The poor fool!  He should know by now his change is only temporary!” Sure enough, Ben changes back into the Thing seconds later.

·         Johnny’s often portrayed as the immature one but he was the exact opposite in this scene – he stayed calm, attempted to defuse the situation, prevented innocent bystanders from being harmed, and retreated at the first opportunity instead of being dragged into a senseless fight.

·         The scene nicely shows that Ben’s rage is caused by the transformation – as soon as Ben regained his human form, he lost all interest in the fight.  “The flaming freak” comment was interesting – did Ben feel that he was removed from that category since he regained his human form. Would Ben consider Sue a freak? Does Ben call Johnny a freak because he resents Johnny’s attractiveness?

·         Johnny decides to retreat to the Bowery and hang with the derelicts.  Johnny finds a comic from the 1940’s about the Sub-Mariner.  A derelict tells Johnny that they have “a stumble-bum right here who’s supposed to be as strong as that Joker was supposed to be!”

·         The derelicts harass the stumble-bum until a brawl breaks out and the bodies hit the floor! “Wham!  Pow!  Bam!”

·         The derelicts gear up for round two but Johnny intervenes: “Hold on!  Let him alone!  Can’t you see, he’s ill?  He’s got amnesia!  A loss of memory!  He doesn’t even know who he is!!”  Johnny decides to shave off the amnesiac man’s beard and cut his hair with his flame abilities.  Johnny proclaims: “Wait!! His face! No – it – can’t be!  It is!  It is!! He – He’s the Sub-Mariner!”

·         Johnny has clearly been working hard on controlling his powers as evidenced by this scene and the previous scene at the garage.  He seems to have done this without any prompting by Reed or Sue.  It makes sense as Johnny’s powers are clearly the most destructive of the Four.  

·         I highly recommend this issue for Johnny fans – he has many shining moments and it’s a nice, subtle look at his character.  

·         Reed’s continues his quest of randomly harassing random citizens on Johnny’s whereabouts – the latest being a helicopter crew (while in the sky) and travelers in the subway.   This amuses me way more than it should – maybe Reed really needed social time?

·         An invisible Sue enters the Bowery: “I can’t believe that Johnny would ever come here!” Sue proceeds to walk right past Johnny and Namor!  Seriously, is Ben the only observant member of this team? I guess Johnny gets points too for recognizing Namor

·         Johnny flies Namor to the ocean and drops him in!  Thankfully the bum is Namor and not some homeless man that Johnny terrorized for no reason.  

·         Namor returns to Atlantis to find that “It’s destroyed!!  It’s all destroyed!!  That glow in the water – it’s radioactivity!  Now I know what happened!  The humans did it, unthinkingly with their cursed atomic tests!”

·         Sadly, this issue is from 1962 but the “human unthinkingly destroy” plot is still relevant today – for example, the bleaching of the coral reefs and the tons of plastic found in the ocean.  

·         Namor returns to New York City with vengeance on his mind: “I am the mightiest living mortal on earth!!  And now, mankind shall feel that might…as it is turned against you all!”

·         Namor’s been able to make that claim – unchallenged in the Marvel Universe – since World War II.  He had to be really annoyed when the Thing, the Hulk, and Thor all debuted within months of each other.  Namor being Namor, I’m sure was still telling everyone that he was “the mightiest mortal living on earth!”

·         Namor uses a monster-controlling horn to summon Giganto from the depths of the ocean. Ben defeats Giganto by hauling a bomb into the monster’s abdomen. Poor Giganto!

·         Sue adds another name to the list of men infatuated with her. Namor declares: “Well! Here is a prize worth catching! You’re the loveliest human I’ve ever seen!  If you will be my bride, I might show mercy to the rest of your pitiful race!”

·         Namor’s not one to beat around the bush!  We now know Namor’s true weakness – it’s not lack of water, it’s beautiful women.  We can’t even justify that he’s attracted to Sue’s personality – Namor glanced at Sue and was all “Whoa, mamma!”

·         We now begin the longest running triangle in all of comics – Namor, Sue, and Reed.  I don’t count Superman-Lois-Clark as that triangle only involves two individuals.

·         Namor’s the epitome of mercurial mood swings so he changes from “Now I’ll have the girl, and my revenge!”  to annoyance that Sue isn’t properly impressed by his manly manliness.

·         Issue 5 opens with Doctor Doom playing with chess pieces modeled after the Fantastic Four. First Doom and later the Puppet Master – do all of the FF’s enemies act out their upcoming fights with action figures?

·         Doom’s lair contains a stuffed vulture and reference books labeled “Demons” and “Science and Sorcery” on the table. The books nicely foreshadow Doom’s later affinity with magic.

·         Johnny’s reading the “Hulk” comic back at the Fantastic Four headquarters. Marvel was really pushing the debut of the Hulk title – the previous issue had multiple “who is the Hulk” statements at the bottom of the pages.

·         “Fantastic Four!! Heed my words!  This is Doctor Doom!”

·         Sue: “Who?” I wish Sue had been able to say that to Doom’s face.  I don’t think his ego could handle it.

·         Reed: “That voice!  I recognize it!  But I thought he was dead!”  Reed has quite the talent for voice recognition since Doom is speaking through a metal mask from a helicopter.

·         I’m loving campy, over-the-top Doctor Doom.  Can you imagine if this was your first exposure to Doom in modern years?  You’d seriously question how Doom became the top villain in the Marvel Universe!  The crossover I want to see:  First-appearance Doctor Doom versus Batman from the 1966 tv series!

·         Flashback time: Reed and Victor Von Doom were college roommates.  Doom, a brilliant science student, was fascinated with sorcery and black magic: “One night, the evil genius went too far, as he brought forth powers which even he could not control!”  Cue explosion, facial disfigurement, and school expulsion.

·         The extent of Doom’s scarring/disfigurement caused much debate throughout the years – was it a small scar that Doom’s ego couldn’t tolerate or was it massive disfigurement?  The panel shows Doom’s entire head wrapped mummy-style so I’m going with the massive disfigurement option.

·         Reed tells the group that Victor left the school and when he was last heard of “he was prowling the wastelands of Tibet, still seeking the forbidden secrets of black magic and sorcery”.

·         Doom demands the Four send Sue to him as a hostage.  Sue:  Girl Hostage happens a lot in the early comics.  Sue insists it’s the only way and Reed agrees.  Seriously?  The net only covers the exterior of the building – Ben and Johnny have the strength to tunnel underneath the building and exit elsewhere.  Shouldn’t that be an option instead of handing Sue over to some ranting psycho?  Reed’s definitely not earning “the world’s smartest man” title during the early adventures of the Four.  Doom opens a section of the net so Sue can enter his helicopter.

·         Doom demands the rest of the team “board my plane, and you must swear you will not attack me!”  The team agrees.  What?! Seriously, Reed, this is why you can’t hang with Captain America and Cyclops when it comes to strategic planning.

·         Doom sends the male members of the Four back in time: “: “Gone to bring me the gems which, unknown to them, will make Doctor Doom the ruler of the earth!”

·         The boys disguise themselves as pirates.  Ben tells Reed to “Take it easy, Bub!” Ben was using “Bub” decades before Wolverine!

·         Ben’s having a blast playing the role of pirate: “Ahoy, matey!  Let’s see if we can date one of these pretty barmaids!  Heh Heh!”  It’s nice to see Ben enjoying himself as he’s been miserable throughout the series.

·         Johnny’s also having fun: “This is keen!  I feel like Errol Flynn!”  

·         Reed’s a fuddy-duddy: “Knock it off!”

·         Ben has a moment where he refuses to return to the present: “Why can’t I stay?  The future holds nothing for me!  In the Twentieth Century I’m nothing but a monster…a freak!  But here I’m somebody!  I’m a leader of men!  I’m a captain!  I’m the guy who started the legend of Blackbeard!  The kids will read about me in school some day!  I ain’t never giving this up…never!” Ben, you’ve been in the past for 30 minutes, calm down!

·         The trio returns to the present only for Doom to escape.

·         A total campy, ridiculous and fun issue.  Despite the goofiness, a few of Doom’s defining characteristics – the intelligence, the sorcery, the Doom-bots, the ego, the grudge with Richards – were clearly established in this issue.

·         “Have the Fantastic Four at last met their match when Mighty Sub-Mariner and Evil Doctor Doom team up??  Don’t miss the Diabolical Duo join forces!”

·         Johnny blazes across the sky.  An onlooker gasps “The Torch!! A living legend!  And I thought I’d never see him with my own eyes!” The onlooker seems to be mixing Johnny up with the World War II era Human Torch (Jim Hammond).  Johnny hasn’t been the Torch for long. Definitely not enough time to be considered a “living legend”.  Would the general public even realize there was a difference between Johnny and Jim?   Issue 6 was published in the early 1960s.  The original Human Torch operated in the 1940s – the older citizens of the Marvel Universe would assume it was the original making a comeback after a long sabbatical.  After all, how many blonde men can set themselves on fire, fly, and call themselves the “Human Torch”?

·         The same citizens gawking at Johnny are pushed aside by an invisible Sue.  Sue turns visible to apologize and enter the Baxter Building.  We’ve seen Sue use her powers multiple times to scare or push through people.  She’s either a big fan of the “jump-scare” or using her powers to let out her frustrations by shoving people. Seriously, it would be easier – and more polite – to stay visible and skirt around people as opposed to moving around unseen and shoving people out of the way.

·         Sue notes that “The Torch has been scouting for signs of Doctor Doom.”  Isn’t Sue better suited for the task?  She is the “Invisible Girl”!  Johnny’s a human-sized ball of fire – Doom will see him coming from a mile away!

·         We receive our first detailed glimpse of the Baxter Building.  The Fantastic Four’s headquarters are located on the 34th to the 37th stories of the building.  The members of the Four take the express elevator to the 34th floor.  The elevator operates via a signal that is sent from the belt buckle of the members’ uniforms.  The 34th floor clearly belongs to Reed – it consists of labs and computers. The 35th floor are living quarters, the recreation room, and the gymnasium.  The 36th floor are conference rooms.  The 37th floor holds the team’s vehicles.

·         Reed catches up on the team’s mail.  He discovers a letter sent from a child at Harmon General Hospital.  The hospital is located across the street so Reed stretches across to have a long chat with the child.  A sweet moment for Reed who is too often characterized as obsessed with science and oblivious to social mores.

·         Johnny and Ben continue reading the mail.  We receive the first mention of the Yancy Street Gang: “…and if the Thing will meet us on the corner of Ashby and Main Street, we’ll knock that chip off his shoulder and make him like it!  Signed, the Yancy Street Gang!”

·         Ben is not amused: “I’ve heard from those mealy-mouthed braggarts before!  They get their kicks out of tryin’ to rile me!” Ben decides to answer the challenge: “This block is titanium steel – six inches thick and the strongest metal known to man!  I’ll just roll it by hand into a from acceptable for mailing – I wouldn’t want the Yancy Gang to think I wasn’t neat – Here!  Send this to them!  And on the day they manage to unroll it, I’ll personally congratulate ‘em!” Clearly, adamantium wasn’t known to the Marvel Universe at this point.

·         The Fantastic Four – secret identities or publicly known?  The writers in the Fantastic Four and Strange Tales titles go back and forth on this point in the early issues. A few issues ago, the identities were stated to be a “secret”?  If so, how does the Yancy Gang recognize Ben?  He looks significantly different post-transformation!  If the identities are still a secret at this point and the Yancy Gang still realize the Thing is Ben Grimm…well, Batman will have to forfeit the “World’s Greatest Detective” title!

·         Ben’s itching to fight someone worthy of him, “a foe like Doctor Doom…or a Submariner!”

·         Sue defends her crush: “Submariner is hostile because he’s hurt and bitter!”

·         Yeah, Namor has man-pain!  The fact that he looks damn good in a speedo has nothing to do with Sue’s defense of him!

·         We switch to the ocean where the “hurt and bitter” Namor instructs porpoises in swimming maneuvers.

·         Doctor Doom travels to Namor’s location, proposes an alliance, and brags up his credentials: “ I am strong – strong enough to join the powers of science to those of darkness!  Show me the puny mortal who does not tremble at the name of Doctor Doom!”

·         Let’s recap Sue’s reaction upon hearing the name of Doctor Doom: “Who?”

·         Doom notes “It would appear that you’ve taken a holiday from your campaign against the surface world!  Men no longer speak your name in fear!”

·         Well, playing with dolphins doesn’t exactly reinforce an angry and vengeance-driven persona.

·         Doctor Doom notes a framed photo of Susan Storm.

·         Namor warns “Take care!  That female is no concern of yours!”

·         How did Namor get the photo?  Did Sue give it to him?  Did he take the picture while he held her hostage a few issues ago?  Clip it out of a newspaper?

·         Doom taunts Namor into assisting him: “What happened to your thirst for revenge? Have you forgot the glistening towers of your once great civilization?  The culture and comfort enjoyed by your happy subjects…imagine your great and proud people struggling for thousands of years, defeating all the terrors of the deep to build a civilization, superb and beautiful…yes, beautiful and glowing with life until that last terrifying moment when that monster of a bomb lodged in the midst of that beauty…gone! All that glorious history gone in one brief instant! Replaced by an ugly crater in the ocean floor…littered with fused masonry and bitter memories that cry out…revenge! Revenge! Revenge upon the surface world which did this in its ignorance! Revenge upon humanity’s defenders! Death to the Fantastic Four!”

·         Namor agrees: “I cannot harm the girl! But I will aid you in defeating the others!”

·         Dr. Doom is a large ham.

·         Namor is easily manipulated.

·         I want to see a “What If?” where Namor’s all “Nah, I’m gonna keep playing with the dolphins”.

·         Wouldn’t it be easier for Namor to simply ask Reed for assistance in locating the lost Atlanteans instead of trusting some random dude in armor?

·         Namor leaves to pursue his part of the plan and plays “chicken” with an airplane along the way: “No time to dodge! It’s going to hit us head on!” “Bah! That’s enough horseplay!  I mustn’t forget the mission!”

·         Back to the Baxter Building where Johnny snoops around Sue’s possessions. Why is Johnny snooping in Sue’s room? Typical younger sibling nosiness? Johnny’s around 16-17 years old at this time.  Sue raised Johnny – I’ve always felt that she was 10 – 12 years older than him.  The dual mother-sister role makes it even odder that Johnny is nosing around her room.

·         Johnny finds a photo of Namor and isn’t happy about it: “So! You’ve gone soft on Submariner – our arch-enemy!” The Four have only fought Namor once. I don’t think that’s enough to qualify him as an “arch-enemy”. Of course, the other options are: a short man who lives underground, aliens who were outsmarted by “B” horror movies, a maybe-maybe not hypnotist, and an egotistical man in armor whose master plan was throwing a net over a skyscraper.  I can see why Johnny chose Namor for the arch-enemy role.

·         Sue is not amused: “Give me that photo, you insolent brat!” When did this photo exchange between Namor and Sue take place?  Were they taking pictures of each other during issue #4?

·         Namor arrives at the Baxter Building and all hell breaks loose as Ben and Johnny brawl with the Sub-Mariner.

·         Namor advises Sue to get out of the way: “He’s too angry to listen to reason! You’d best stay out of the way! I do not fear the Torch!”  Yeah, Namor has had plenty of experience battling Human Torches.

·         It’s curious that Johnny is so angry over Sue’s crush on Namor. Does he dislike Namor so much or is he afraid it would cause the breakup of the Four which is his home, family, and a large part of his identity?

·         Namor states he’s come in peace and doesn’t mention the devices he’s rigged to the Baxter Building.

·         Crack! The Baxter Building is launched into space for the first but not the only time!

·         Namor rages: “The double-crossing dog is in a rocket plane above pulling this building into space!” And yet Namor will continue to ally with Doom after this betrayal.

·         Namor’s not in much danger – he can simply jump out and fly away.  Johnny would normally be able to escape but he “exhausted his flame” during his fight with Namor.  Johnny didn’t have much stamina in the early issues. The Four’s planes were damaged in the launching of the building.

·         Reed insists “our only hope of ever getting down is to seize control of that plane!”

·         Does Doom ever recall his earliest attacks on the four and face-palm?  They were so ridiculous and over-the-top!

·         Reed stretches after Doom’s plane: “Somehow, conditions in space tend to weaken my powers!” Was this ever mentioned again? The Four spend a lot of time in space.

·         Namor decides enough is enough: “That jackal Doctor Doom still has Prince Namor to reckon with!” Namor dives into a water storage, amps up to full strength, launches himself to Doom’s ship, evicts Doom from the ship, assumes control of the ship, and returns the Baxter Building to earth.  Doom hitches a ride to earth on a meteor.

·         Ben: “How do you thank an enemy? Submariner’s above us in that confounded ship.  And if I could reach him I still don’t know if I’d shake his hand or try to smash him!”

·         Sue: “Oh, he isn’t our enemy! I just know it! He’s so full of pain and bitterness that it blinds his better instincts! Submariner needs time…time to heal!” Sue, dear, I think the boys are over your continued defense of Namor.

·         Namor: “So shall I return to the sea! Perhaps someday when I am no longer haunted by bitter memories of my lost people, I may return…but, until then, this is where I belong! In the sea which is my home!”

·         So ends the first super-villain team-up in the Marvel Universe and the beginning of one of Marvel’s longest running love-hate relationships.

[timetrickster]

Living W/ Immortality: Episode 4: The Dance Battle To Save The World (Final)

FINN now in an ancient temple sees LUCIAN was moving around near an altar in a circular room. TAVEN & ATHENA are wrapped in ropes and stuck toward walls somehow. Faint music is heard from the entrance and FINN slowly walks in. The ceiling had this magical view of the moon and moonlight showered the room.

LUCIAN/NARRATOR (V.O)

And so it’s the final episode… jeez, that was quick. The author didn’t have time to expand? Whatever here we are the final act of the story, this time it’s hero vs villain! I hope there’s a fight involved. But anyways, let’s hope, Ms. Plant, Ghost Person, and the Two-faced dumbass are up for a challenge. Ready for the show?

As FINN walks in, the music gets louder. The song “I Think We're Alone Now” by Tiffany is playing. LUCIAN was dancing to the music.

LUCIAN

The one thing you humans did right was music. God, this song is amazing!

FINN stars at him awkwardly. Then looks toward TAVEN & ATHENA with a confused look and they shrug as well. LUCIAN turns off the song off at 1st Chorus.

LUCIAN (V.O)

Anyways, I should do my whole villain monologue, right? It’s the right thing to do. Nice to finally meet you all. Anyways, let’s get straight to the point! I’m starting a war where humankind and the magical fight each other. Just for the hell of it all. And I want you three to join me. You three are the only…

A random noise is heard as LUCIAN says his villain monologue.

You three are the only ones that can…

LUCIAN (cont’d)

(Looks around hearing the random noise)

What is that noise?

LUCIAN looks around then looks at FINN sitting on the floor of the room.

LUCIAN (cont’d)

Are you… are you eating?

FINN was holding and eating his plate lunch from earlier while sitting down and stops after being awkwardly caught.

FINN

Yes…

(He says with food in his mouth)

LUCIAN

You are seriously eating food while I’m trying to tell you about my plan.

FINN

(swallows food)

But I’m listening… you don’t have to get angry.

LUCIAN We’re in an ancient temple for God’s sake how did you even get your food here?

(Looks are the food with interest)

What do you have?

FINN

Fried rice, uhhh lemon chicken, crispy pork belly, tocino, and I think duck? I think.

LUCIAN

That sounds really delicious. Where did you get that?

FINN

Chun Wah Kam. Lovely place, lots of variety. Really good.

(Looks at watch)

Closes at 7… and it’s 7.

LUCIAN Thank you, I’ll be sure to find that when I’m done and…

Son of a bitch, what the hell am I saying?! We’re a hundred feet underground! There isn’t a food court here!

Shouting from LUCIAN in the background.

TAVEN

(whispers to ATHENA)

Seriously how did he get that plate lunch? He didn’t even have a bag.

ATHENA

(whispers back to TAVEN) I have no clue but that’s impressive that he brought that with him without a bag and being captured.

LUCIAN (V.O)

(Inner thoughts)

As much as I am mad at him for rudely eating during my monologue. I’m just curious how he has that with him.

LUCIAN

You three have powers passed down to you by the previous immortals. Life and Time died to keep the world spinning, Acheron ran away and was promoted to a higher rank. Now you three are capable of wielding their power for whatever you desire. And the big man upstairs won’t do shit.

FINN

You’re gonna start a war just so to see the world burn?

LUCIAN

Was it not that obvious? Of course, I’m bored. I’m an immortal sociopath who lived for eons and killed generations upon generations of your past incarnations. Just felt it was time to shake things up, ya know? What do you say? Want to join me?

FINN

(Sarcastically)

Yeah, I want to join you on a chaos and mayhem fueled war and pit humanity and magical creatures for the hell of it.

LUCIAN

I’m aware of your sarcasm and knowing you three having good hearts.

He snaps his fingers. All of a sudden FINN begins to scream in pain. Holding his head, until ERIN is brought out and separated from FINN’S body. They both look at each other and realize their situation.

FINN & ERIN

Oh, fuck me.

LUCIAN

Let’s have some fun. Weapons or fists?

FINN & ERIN

Weapons! Fists!

They both look at each other.

LUCIAN

Eh, why not both?

LUCIAN throws them a katana. ERIN nudges FINN to take it and he does so. The two stand up ready to fight. LUCIAN steps onto the floor ready to fight as well. He snaps his fingers and two monsters appear. A Kaupe & Kappa.

LUCIAN

I’m not much of a fighter. I’m the type of character that you fight at the end when you kill the penultimate boss with immense power. Meet Konane and Kuzenbo.

LUCIAN snaps his fingers and KONANE & KUZENBO become even more monstrous. Turning both magical creatures into even more horrid versions of themselves.

FINN & ERIN

Fuck.

FINN

You know what this feels like?

ERIN

What?

FINN

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles II: Secret Of The Ooze. Remember there was a mutated wolf and snapping turtle?

ERIN

Oh yeah…  we’re so fucked. Since Michelangelo and Donatello are hanging on the wall.

LUCIAN

Hold on, let me play that Vanilla Ice song!

FINN

Can we make a request?

LUCIAN

Of course.

FINN & ERIN

Let’s Groove by Earth, Wind & Fire!

LUCIAN

Let’s dance!

The song “Let’s Groove” by Earth, Wind & Fire plays as LUCIAN snapped his finger. A fight ensues between the duos. Two immortal dumbasses and a magically mutated wolfman and turtle man. FINN & ERIN make the first move as they charge at the towering monster. ERIN punches KUZENBO’S face a couple of times and FINN cuts KONANE on one of his arms.

KUZENBO & KONANE are unphased by their simple attacks.

FINN

I’m sorry.

KONANE punches FINN in the face and he falls to the ground. KUZENBO does the same and ERIN follows FINN. Both groan in pain. The song pauses for a moment.

FINN

I think I’m dead.

ERIN

Just give us a minute.

LUCIAN/NARRATOR (V.O)

Really? This is what the author does.

FINN & ERIN get back up and go for round 2. LUCIAN snaps his finger and the song continues. They last longer this round, as ERIN’S skill in boxing comes into play beating and bruising KONANE. FINN suddenly gained sword skills out of nowhere and was fast enough to block the razor-sharp claws of KUZENBO.

FINN

How am I doing this?!

As he holds the katana from top to hilt from the claws of the monstrous Kappa. ERIN tackles the Hawaiian wolfman down and gets back down.

ERIN

Muscle memory?! We both love samurais and ninjas growing up.

The song stops playing. FINN the gigantic turtle man away and kicks him down, knocking him on his shelf. The song finishes thus ending round 2.

LUCIAN

Crap… songs over. Um, any req…

They interrupt him immediately.

FINN & ERIN

DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT!

The song “Boogie Wonderland” by Earth, Wind, & Fire plays. Round 3 begins and the monsters are back on their feet.

LUCIAN

Let’s make this interesting!

LUCIAN snaps his fingers and the music begins to play. Each duo on their side ready to fight. Suddenly FINN starts dancing with a sword in hand.

ERIN

Finn? What are you doing?

FINN

I’m not doing this!

KONANE starts to dance too and to the rhythm of the song. ERIN looks at LUCIAN who is dancing then starts laugh.

ERIN

What did you do?!

LUCIAN

Oh… I turned this battle into the dance battle to save the world.

LUCIAN snaps his fingers and ERIN & KUZENBO start to dance suddenly.

ERIN

Son of a bitch…

The duos do their dances to the song and ERIN punches KONANE in the guy. KONANE tries to scratch him but does a backflip and dodges his attack.

FINN

Dance Battle! I get it! We can still fight, we just have to keep dancing while we fight!

FINN swings his sword and rushes toward KUZENBO stabbing him. Then kicking him by doing a backflip, then jumps toward him and knocks him down with a punch from the air. He lands kneeling and looks at ERIN.

FINN

You gotta dance dude!

ERIN

FINE!

KONANE is the only one left standing since KUZENBO had just easily fallen. LUCIAN snaps his fingers again and the ground rises up.

LUCIAN

Keep dancing boys and girls!

ERIN starts to break dance and trips KONANE onto the floor. He gets back on his feet and punches the back of his head really hard. The floor returns to the ground and LUCIAN is applauding them.

LUCIAN

You two are amazing at what you do. You know I was wrong about you two. The Dual Faced Immortal. You have won fair and square. So I will now return myself to my prison and wait another few hundred years to kill this world.

LUCIAN holds his hand out.

FINN

That’s it?

LUCIAN

Psyche!

LUCIAN snaps his fingers and the ground rises and holds FINN & ERIN in place.

LUCIAN

Did you really think, the villain plays fair?

His eyes begin to glow. As well as ERIN’S eyes too.

LUCIAN

What?! No! This wasn’t in the script! Author!

FINN

Erin, what’s happening?!

ERIN

I don’t know?!

LUCIAN rises between them and realizes what’s going on.

LUCIAN

Your Deus Ex Machina.

FINN & ERIN

WHAT?!

LUCIAN

When the main characters are in an unsolvable problem. The plot device saves you.

Both FINN & ERIN look confused again. LUCIAN smiles.

LUCIAN

Your time powers.

They both realize that their time powers had just begun to develop.

LUCIAN

Like I said. Deus Ex Machina. That sneaky little bastard. He planned this all this time.

FINN & ERIN break out their dominant hands and blast LUCIAN with blue and red time energy. They both look at their hands unscathed from the blast. LUCIAN gets up weakly from the blast. His face is broken some more and shows he’s hollow inside. They are frightened by this.

LUCIAN

This isn’t over.

FINN & ERIN grab each other’s hands and a purple portal opens behind them. And drags them in. Both still holding their hands and swirl into the unknown of the portal. Eventually, they’re thrown out of the portal and land on a sidewalk.

They both get up and wipe off the dust off their clothes.

FADE IN: FINN’S NEIGHBORHOOD

FINN

Where are we?

ERIN looks around.

ERIN

We’re home. It’s morning. Did we win?

FINN

I don’t know…  Erin. Look.

He points at the person he sees. Far in the distance, it was someone he recognized.

ERIN

What?

ERIN looks in the same direction and what follows is a scared look on his face.

ERIN

No fucking way.

In the distance they both see FINN putting his headphones on. FINN’S phone suddenly starts playing “Crocodile Rock” by Elton John.

FINN & ERIN

Oh shit…

FINN

Erin? What the hell just happened?

(Intensely worried)

ERIN

I have no fucking clue.

(Intensely worried)

CUT TO: BLACK

(End of Episode 4. End of Season 1)

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[multi-fandom-imagine]

Rewrite The Stars || Part ii ||

Series: Part two // ?

Character: Alpha! Loki

Pairing: Alpha! Loki x Omega!Fem reader

Fandom: Marvel Universe

Warnings || Rating:  Making out, heavy petting, neck biting, blood.

Words: 1728

Summary: You were never happy as an Omega….it just wasn’t fair. Why couldn’t you be more like your parents. Well that is what you keep telling yourself as you stack books away for your meaningless job. Living in a small town of the Cape you tried to be happy with your life but dreams of this mysterious man made you want more out of life and well maybe your life was going to change since your dream man just walked through the doors. Loki wasn’t like his brother, he’s never felt that pull….that desire to have or find is mate. He was a god…an Alpha…the man was happy alone.That was until he found you, he didn’t want it to be true. In fact the first time he saw you he ran away not wanting to believe but how long can he really last away from you.

A/n: THIS WILL NOT HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH INFINITY WAR.

Tagging: @lovelyangelofasgard + @lovelyladylilac + @drakamae + @lolthisisntcanon + @mysleepingbeauty + @samaraaimeexx + @sherlockstolemyname .

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‘This was stupid! Asinine! The dumbest fucking thing that he’s ever done’ Shaking his head Loki stat on some random bench watching you from afar. He knew it was wrong doing this, he felt dirty…he didn’t even know you but here he was watching you like some sort of creep. But Loki couldn’t help himself, if you were truly his mate than he knew that he had to protect you.

Even though part of this sickened him another part…he was sure it wasn’t his brain…this part wanted to keep you safe. Feeling this pull and just the thought of leaving you alone did not do to well for his heart Gritting his teeth he knew he had to confront you sooner than later…though the more he thought about it he knew it had to be later. He needed to think about this rationally I mean it’s not like he could just walk up to you and demand that you become his mate. He did not even want this, this was something that Thor wanted not him. Shaking his head, he ran his fingers through his hair, nodding to himself he walked off ignore the pull.

He needed to get flowers…flowers sounded like a good start. 

You knew he was watching you, I mean it was obvious. With someone of his looks, scent and well him being an Alpha was a dead giveaway. Deep down you wished he would just stop this crap, wished that he would have come over to you, claimed you.

But that’s not a normal thing? Was it? Frowning you would feel the cold-water lapping against your ankles happy that it was helping to cool you down since you felt hot…to hot and that was all thanks to your heat. Biting your lip, you slowly walked deeper into the water, letting out a pleased sigh. It wasn’t until you were fully submerged that Loki finally appeared at the water’s edge.

His black pants pulled up, shoes in hand with a scowl on his face. He looked like he would rather be in another place but here. Shrinking from his gaze, you could feel your body slowly move out of the cold water. It wasn’t until you were back on the beach, you felt Loki’s hand snatching your wrist bringing your body close to his chest. A light growl emitting from his chest, you could feel his heart hammering fast as his arm wove around your body. It felt like he was protecting you, confused you then let out a shocked gasp as you felt his tongue do a slow lick up your neck.

Letting out a small whimper enjoying the feel of his lips against your neck, though that changed as he suddenly pressed his lips into yours, tongue probing your mouth he slowly rolled his hips against yours as he continued to kiss you, doing anything to enjoy the sweet taste of your lips. Pushing your body closer to his, you then let your canines bite down on his lower lip hard enough to make it bleed. Tasting the blood was turning you on more.

However, this moment did not last long as once Loki realized what he was doing the man quickly stepped back panting and wiping his mouth. He hated this, hated not being able to control himself. He felt like an idiot, some animal, some horny teenage.

Growling to himself he tried to get his feelings under control but the only thing he did know was that he needed to get far far away from you. The further away from you could be the only chance for him to be able to control himself, too bad he couldn’t forget the taste of your lips. 

Dumb founded, you weren’t sure how to feel right now…well one thing was that you were turned on. Squeezing your leg’s together you did your best to relive the pressure. That man was an excellent kisser, but fuck was it short. Feeling your heart clench painfully it suddenly felt like you could not breath. Taking a breath in you then felt someone place their hand on your shoulder.

“Come y/n let’s head home.”

Your friend, of course it was her. Biting your lip, you then nodded your head with a forced smile on your face. “Yea…okay.” Though your gaze was on the retreating form on the man who was supposed to be your mate.

Shaking your head, you just let your friend drag you back to the home you shared. But you couldn’t understand why you were in so much pain. Feeling your body hit the bed you tried to look up at your friend though everything was to blurry.

“Shit you look awful y/n” You could hear the worry in the woman’s voice, but it was getting harder and harder to focus.

Closing your eyes, you started to breath heavily as your friend rushed to your side. Feeling her cold hand on your skin you took a shaky breath in.

“y/n you’re burning up…. god.” Frowning though young woman tried to figure out what was wrong, being in heat was something but she knew you never went through this much pain. Thinking back, she went through the whole day though her eyes went back as she remembered that kiss between you and the stranger, the one who was supposed to be your mate.

“Christ…you need to tell me. What happened when you kissed him?”

Taking another deep breath in to calm yourself you just gave her a weak chuckle. “I may have bitten his lip and tasted his blood.”

“Y/n! do you know how dangerous that is!! If he…” Stopping herself she knew that the man didn’t taste your blood and seeing this happen, she was scared you’d die.

Gritting her teeth, she knew that she had to find the prick that did this to you, he was going to help you if he liked it or not.

 Loki couldn’t explain why or how he ended up here, something inside him just told him that he was meant to be here. Scowling he knew it was all your fault too! Stupid woman! That kiss was really messing with his head, the Alpha inside him was pleased feeling you rub yourself against him in need and want. He could smell how much you wanted him and fuck did he enjoy when you bit down on his lip, but he cursed at himself from walking away.

He knew he should have bitten you too, should have claimed your right then and they’re on that beach not caring at all who would be watching.

Perhaps that was why he was here right now, because he wanted to help you. Growling the man stopped himself from raising his hand to pound on the door. He could hear your pained whimpers and it was getting harder to pull himself away. He probably would have left if it wasn’t for the body slamming into his.

Grunting he found himself staring at a rather tall red headed woman, scowling he stepped back only to feel a slap to his face.

“Prick! You…you go in”

Loki could see how angry this woman was, but he was still socked that she even managed to hit him. Snorting he crossed his arms over his chest as he did his best to not rush in the home to fix you, to take that pain away.

“Excuse me?”

“You bastard! I don’t care what you want or what you do after, but you need to go in there and mark her! I’m not going to stand here and let my best friend die because you had to go and let her taste your blood! You’re a fucking Alpha! You should have known better!” she growled at him getting pissed off with each passing second.

Speechless, the god knew he could just leave you’re here…why would he care if some human died. Shaking his head, he shoved the woman side already knowing the answer to that question. He would care, he may hate the thought about bonding with a human but deep down within him he knew that part would care if something happened to you.

Slowly walking in the house, he could smell you all over, your scent was all over the place. Grunting he continued to walk where the scent became the most over powering. Digging his nails into his hand he then spotted you writhing on the bed. Cursing himself Loki made his way over to your side, he doubted that you’d even realize he was here.

Placing his hand against your skin he could feel how much you were burning up. Taking a breath in to calm himself down. He hated how nervous he felt, and it was all your fault! Though that was another lie too. Growling he then sat on the edge of the bed then lifted your body so you were resting your head against his. He then pressed his nose into your neck, it wasn’t that sweet scent that had been stuck in his head all day long no this was more a sickly scent.

Glancing at you he then felt her nails clutch at his shirt as he lowered his mouth to your neck. Taking a deep breath, he then sunk your teeth into his neck, biting harder he made sure to leave his mark on your neck. Lapping at the blood he made sure his saliva was mixed in making sure that you would be alright.

Pulling his mouth from your neck he then swallowed as he let his tongue run over his lips, pressing his palm to your forehead he could feel the warmth die down. Nodding to himself he then gently laid you down.

Eye’s glued to the mark, he knew he would have to mark you better…. mate with you so you could leave your own mark.

Shaking from those thoughts he scowled, he should just leave you here! He finished what needed to be done. Though siting down Loki knew that would be useless because he would just find himself back here since he was now bonded with you. Glancing down at your sleeping form again he kicked off his own shoes then laid next to you deciding what he was going to next but waking up in the morning with you should be interesting.            

[daree-to-dream]

Never Mess with the Cul-De-Sac Kids (Dream Daddy One-Shot)

               AN: I made a post about this idea and decided to write it. Also I just used my Dadsona’s name.

Pairing: None except a little DamienXDadsona Words: 2705

                 It was a normal, boring day in Trig for Lucien. He was staring out the window at the trees while his teacher droned on about cosines. Riveting. When suddenly a conversation behind him caught his attention.                “Did you hear what Emma R. did to Amanda Ross?” Someone asked another person, Lucien shifted to listen, hearing all about how Amanda’s friend group completely betrayed her.

               “So that’s why she’s been hanging around…” Nothing was said but he knew they pointed to him. Ever since his dad started seeing Michael, Amanda’s dad, she had been trying to spend more time with him. He assumed it was because of the possibility of them becoming step siblings but know it made a lot more sense. She had been spending more time with all of the kids in the cul-de-sac, actually. He didn’t really see her with anyone that didn’t live there. Lucien felt the blood in his veins boiling. Amanda had become like an older sister to everyone but especially him. His dad loved her, in part due to her helping him channel his teen angst into better things than Cask of Amontillado-ing his classmates. The bell rang and Lucien headed straight for Ernest’s locker.

               “What do you want?” The younger boy asked. “I know you don’t have wine so don’t-“

               “Someone is messing with Amanda.” He interrupted and Ernest slammed his locker door.

               “Let’s destroy them.”

               It took a lot of planning but they had gotten all the kid in the cul-de-sac, besides Amanda. And the literal babies. In on their plan for revenge all the components were in place, now it was up to Ernest. He stood near Emma R., Emma P., Grace, and Noah as they talked about their weekend plans.

               “Let’s go see Vampire Crusade II: Evil Never Dies this weekend.” Emma P. suggested.

               “I mean we could go see that new RomCom instead…” Noah said nervously.

               “Why? You scared?” Grace asked.

               “No! I’m not scared of anything!” Noah says defiantly.

               “Really?” Ernest interjects. “Then you guys want something really scary?” The Emmas nod vigorously as Ernest scribble the address to an old abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town down on a scrap of paper. “Meet me here. Saturday night. Midnight. Place is like crazy haunted.” He says with a smirk before stalking off. Texting Lucien that it was all in place.

               Saturday came and Ernest was waiting in the parking lot of the warehouse. When Noah’s car pulled up and they all climbed out, walking across the parking lot to Ernest.

               “Glad you didn’t chicken out. However, now would be the time to do so.” He smirked and Noah glanced at the group, no one moved. “Very nice. Follow me.” He lead them towards the door but a woman dressed in a leather jackets and whittling something spoke to them.

               “I wouldn’t go in their kids. I been hunting cryptids for years and this building? The worst place I’ve ever been. I’ve seen inhuman things. Demons. Ghosts. I almost died. Would have if it weren’t for my old partner. Daniel. He died saving me. I’ll never stop hearing his screams in my nightmares.” She said.

               “We’ll be fine.” Emma R. says. Ernest leads them into the dark building, his phone’s flashlight illuminating the way, after walking for a few minutes two voices are heard.

               “Come play with us.” They say and everyone turns around to see two blonde kids, a boy and a girl, standing before them, dressed in pastels. “Come play with us forever, Grace.” They say, Grace let out a small yelp at them knowing her name. They look past the twins to see a slightly older boy behind them, in a corner, just staring. He looked almost demonic. When they look back the twins are gone, only haunting giggles being heard.

               “Let’s keep moving forward.” Ernest says and the group quietly nods, following him. After a little longer something grabs Emma P. and starts trying to pull her into the shadows, Grace grabs her and pulls her back and the thing let’s go.

               “WHAT WAS THAT?!” Grace shouts., her question immediately answered as something dressed in Victorian clothing with an almost human face, but somewhat distorted, white hair and large fangs hanging from it’s mouth lunges for Emma R.’s neck, Noah screeches, drops her hand and runs about a yard ahead of them. Emma P. Grabs her out of the way and the thing just disappears.

               “NOAH! What was that? You didn’t even try to protect me! You just ran away like a little girl!” Emma R. screamed at him as he walked back.

               “Sorry…that thing was freaky…” He says, rubbing the back of his neck and Emma just groans.

               “It’s best not to ask questions in here.” He says. As they continue to move Emma R.’s feet crunch something beneath them, she reaches down and picks up a piece of parchment.

               “Turn back all ye who enter here. Or face a fate most severe. Exit this cursed tomb. Or surely meet your gory doom.” She reads out. “Wait…is this written in blood?!” She asks, throwing it down.

               “Guys we should just leave! This place is so creepy!” Grace pleads but Emma R. shakes her head.

               “We aren’t going anywhere. I’m not scared of some fake crap!” She calls out.

               “I wouldn’t touch anything, if I were you.” Ernest says moving forward. As they move the group can’t escape the feeling of being watched, they look around for anyone but can’t find anything. They’ve been walking for what felt like an eternity when they realized smoke was engulfing their legs. When they looked back up the ghostly image of a young girl stood before them. She had a sweet face a small afro on her head.

               “Please, leave now, before they find you. You’ll never tell the twins apart!” She pleaded before disappearing.

               “Those creepy twins? One’s a guy and one’s a girl.” Noah scoffed and Ernest smirked, they entered a small back room. Two identical looking girls stood under a flickering light, the rest of the room was shrouded in darkness. Blunt, dark bangs obscuring their eyes. They wore white dresses stained with blood and held large knives in their hands.

               “Do you like riddles?” They asked, smiling. The group stared on.

               “Good let’s play one.” One of them spoke. “If you can tell us who is good.”

               “And who is evil.” The other continued.

               “We will let you live.” They both said. “But if you can’t, we get to kill you.” They giggled.

               “Uh…guys which one?” Emma P. asks. Emma R. stares at the two and points to the one on the left.

               “Oh no. You got it wrong.” The evil one says, stalking forward to Emma R.

               “We’re both evil.” The other giggles, as she moves towards Noah, both now holding their knives to their stomachs. She stops for a second and speaks. “You have one more chance to live.”

               “I’ll do anything!” Noah cries, tears streaming down his face.

               “Never. Mess. With. Amanda. Again.” She says.

               “What?!” He asks.

               “You heard the girl. And apologize. Right now.” Ernest says, now blocking the door while holding a gun, pointing it at the group. They all immediately start sobbing except Emma R.

               “I won’t apologize to her! She’s the bad friend!” She shouted. The woman from outside stepped out from the shadows.

               “You should have listened kid. It wasn’t just Daniel that died that night.” She said and the girl stared in disbelief as string of ‘I’m sorry’s and pleading for their lives fell from her friends mouths. The blonde twins stalk out, the creepy kid standing behind them just barely visible again.

               “Apologize. Apologize. Apologize. Apologize.” They continuously chant at her, faces expressionless. A poem drifts down from the rafters, landing in Emma R.’s hands.

               “I warned ye before. This ye did not heed. Ye continued this haunted tour. Now face the the consequences of your heinous deed.” She read out, dropping the poem as the fear bubbled up inside her. She had no clue what to do. The ghost from before appears again.

               “I tried to warn you! You should have listened! Just do what they ask!” Things begin flying around the room in a pure chaos.

               “NO! I WILL NOT APOLOGIZE TO HER!” She screams over the noise.

               “Your funeral.” The girl holding the knife to her stomach said, pulling it back to prepare to plunge it in.

               “I’M SORRY!” Emma R. screams in desperation, the girl below her stops. “I’m a horrible person! I tricked everyone into hating Amanda because she liked Noah when I did! I lied to everyone about everything!” She sobbed.

               “WHAT?! Amanda actually liked me? You said she hated me!” Noah called out.

               “I shouldn’t have done it.” She cries, falling on the ground. The human-esque monster from before steps out from the shadows, though his face is no longer distorted and he’s holding a cell phone, that had recorded all the events. Everyone’s heads snapped towards the group of crying teenagers in the center in unison.

               “Never mess with the cul-de-sac kids again.” They said in unison and the group of betrayers glanced at each other and made a mad dash for the exit of the warehouse, the other group close behind. As they broke through the exit door they gasped at what they saw. Noah’s car was across the large parking lot and on fire. He just lowered himself to the ground and curled into a ball while the kids laughed behind them and Lucien ended the recording. However, their plan didn’t account for Hugo.

               “ERNEST HEMINGWAY VEGA!” He called after him.

               “Oh no. That’s my dad.”

               “What did you kids do?” He asks and they all shrug. Hugo lets out a sigh. “Get in the car. We’ve all been worried sick.” They kids oblige and Hugo drives each home to explain what happened to their dads.

               Lucien is the last to be dropped off besides Ernest.

               “Um…you know my dad and Michael don’t live together yet?” He asks, staring at the ranch style home outside the car.

               “I’m aware. Damien was the first to realize his kid was gone. Apparently if he wakes up in the middle of the night he always checks on you.” Lucien felt a pang out guilt in his heart. “When he realized you weren’t their he ran over to my house to ask if I’d seen you, I said no and went to ask Ernest but noticed he wasn’t there, we went to all the houses and realized the only kid still around who wasn’t an infant was Amanda. Damien was so worried he couldn’t leave Michael’s side.” Hugo said and Lucien hung his head, climbing out of the car and walking up to the door. Damien was sitting on the couch while Michael stroked his hair and Amanda paced the floor, a mug of coffee in her hands.

               “LUC!” She said, setting the mug on the coffee table and running to hug him. “Don’t you ever scare us like that again! I was so worried!” She said, letting him go. He still felt bad for making the people he loved worry he smiled a bit, knowing he did this for his sister.

               “Lucien. I love you but you simply cannot run off in the middle of the night like that. Hugo called me, you made some kids cry and started a car fire. I can’t even comprehend why you would do such a thing. Son, what is wrong?” Damien asked.

               “They messed with ‘Manda.” Lucien muttered.

               “I’m sorry?” Damien asked, clearly not understanding his son.

               “They messed with ‘Manda.” He said more clearly.

               “Wait.” Michael stood up, walking over to Damien’s side. “This isn’t Noah, Grace, and the Emmas, is it?” He asked, Lucien nodded and Michael placed a hand on his shoulder and he looked up at him. “Lucien, I can’t condone what you’ve done, it could have been very dangerous, and your father was worried sick but thank you for caring about my little girl that much. It means a lot to know all you kids love my Panda that much.” Lucien’s face broke into a smile and he wrapped his arms around Michael, who returned the hug when they released Lucien turned to look at Amanda, who quickly wiped what must have been tears forming in her eyes.

               “I’ve trained you well.” She said.

               “So what did these children do?” Damien asked.

               “I’ll explain later, for now, Amanda why don’t you walk Lucien home and make sure he ends up there and not talking revenge on anyone else.” Michael chuckled, wrapping an arm around Damien and Amanda nodded, leading Lucien out.

               “So…” She started as they walked. “What did you do?”

               “Ohmigod!” Lucien exclaimed, “Well, Ernest tricked them into coming and then they show up and Val gives them this fake warning about her partner dying, then they walk in the Christensen’s are standing there, doing the creepy twin thing, with Chris just standing in the background. Then I’m dressed in my dad’s clothes and vampire makeup and lunge at them. They freak but keep going. Then find a creepy poem Daisy wrote ‘warning’ them. After that a projection of ghost Carmensita pops up and tries to tell them to leave but Ernest leads them into a room with the Cahn twins who are holding giant fake knives. They tell them to guess who’s good and who’s evil and they get it wrong. So they say their going to kill them but say they can live if they apologize. Ernest blocked the door and is holding a fake gun. One by one in order everyone steps out and tells them to apologize in different ways. Daisy even hid on the catwalk thing and dropped another poem. We rigged everything to fly around the room. Finally Emma R. is the last to apologize as Hazel is about to ‘kill’ her and I flick on the lights and step out, having recorded the whole thing.”

               “There’s video proof?” Amanda chuckles.

               “Yup, going on YouTube tomorrow. So after that we all look at them and in unison say ‘never mess with the cul-de-sac kids again’ and they bolt out of the warehouse. We chase them to get the final part on video: them finding out that after they had run into me I snuck out and lit Noah’s car on fire and snuck back in.”

               “Ohmigod! You guys are insane!” Amanda chuckles as they reach Lucien’s door. “But seriously, I’m lucky to have you guys. I didn’t know y’all cared so much.” She smiled.

               “’Manda, you’re like an older sister to all of us. Of course we do. You helped Daisy be a kid. You help Carmenista get through life. You are the only person the Christensen twins will completely drop their act around because they want to hang out with you. Val is amazed by your talent. You helped Ernest understand his dad a little better. Your dad convinced the twins’ dad to relax and sometimes you take up softball practice for him, despite your phobia.” He chuckled. “And you’re the best hopefully-soon-to-be-sister I could ask for. Plus, your dad makes my dad super happy, and he’s had it hard, and I know I don’t make it easier. You’ve helped me let go of some of that angst, or at least deal with it better. We love you.” Lucien finally looked at her, tears were streaming down her face as she tossed her arms around him.

               “I love all of you too!” She sobbed. “I’m going to make Pops propose tomorrow if it means we get to keep you!” She laughed with Lucien wiping her eyes. “Well that’s enough human emotion for tonight. Go get some sleep, kiddo. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She said as she headed off down the cul-de-sac to her house, already trying to estimate how much thirteen ‘Don’t mess with the Cul-De-Sac Kids’ t-shirts would cost, and Lucien went to his room, falling asleep with a feeling of victory in his chest.

[wlwhc]

I’m deaf, not stupid

1-2-3-my-name-is-oli ask: Could you do a Lydia x Deaf!Reader imagine? Like Lydia is drawn to her because she’s not scared of her voice/scream (bc she obviously can’t hear it) but then falls in love with her?

Warning: none

(A/N): Fun fact! , I have a friend that is also deaf, and he told me that he was going to teach me how to sign so we could gossip in secret, I fucking love that guy <3

Part II

Masterlist / Prompt List / Fandom List / Ask me anything!

Being deaf wasn’t easy, but you manage to live like a normal kid would. Your parents had taught you since an early age how to read lips and sign language, and the school that you were currently studying was also very supportive. Your friends were also pretty cool and learn sign language only for you. Everything was okay in your life, well except for the fact that you were deaf but other than that, everything was fine. Until one day, your life took a turn of events.

You were on one of your friend’s house, it was pretty late, your friend insisted you to stay cause it was dangerous to walk around at this hour, but you weren’t scared, you can defend yourself. you were planning to went directly to your home, but it was a beautiful night for just go home, so you went for a walk instead. And that was a really bad idea.

You were just a few streets away from your house when a big black shadow made you stop walking, he was not moving, just standing there. You couldn’t see his face, it was like big men dressing all in black clothes, his face was hid by a weird mask and you could swear that he had a tail, but maybe you were just imagining things. Sadly you couldn’t talk, you didn’t learn how to do it properly but you tried anyway.

“ h-hi?” the tingling sensation on your throat confirm that you had at least emit a sound, you didn’t know if he understands you or not but at least that would draw his attention. The black shadow started walking towards you, he was almost running to you, that make you a lil scared,  but maybe he just needed some help. Until you saw that what you thought was a mask, it wasn’t, and the tail that you though it wasn’t real, it was very very real.

A strawberry blonde along with two of her friends were looking for that weird supernatural being that was running around the town, Stiles found out that this creature was scared of banshees, their scream makes them disappear, so just with a scream from Lydia the bastard would let the town in peace. Lydia suddenly feel like she couldn’t hear a thing, just for a few seconds, then she felt like someone was choking her, and the urge to scream was getting bigger and bigger. Scott and Stiles saw the shadow creature choking a girl, you.

Scott tried to hit the thing but every punch that he throws would disappear in a black cloud, they couldn’t touch the creature, and the air on your lung was disappearing second by second, Lydia could feel how close you were to die, she had to do something.

“Guys! move” she said, Scott and Stiles didn’t want to move, but Stiles recognize that face, Lydia was going to scream.

“SCOTT MOVE OH CRAP” the two teenagers move away and covered their ears, the sound of Lydia’s scream was still piercing their ears, but you seem okay. The shadow creature disappeared leaving behind nothing more than thin air. You were in shock adn also gasping fro air, Lydia was scared that her scream hurt you or worst left you deaf, the thing that she didn’t knew is that you already were.

“is she okay?! omg! Lydia that was awesome!” Stiles said jumping up and down

“awesome!?, it’s a miracle that this girl is alive!” Scott said glaring at his friend “but yeah it was kinda cool” he said helping you get back up on your feet. You didn’t understand a word that these guys were saying, they were talking way too fast, and Stiles was jumping and making too many hand gestures. Lydia notices this and realizes why you didn’t even blink when she screamed or covered your ears like Scott and Stiles did, you were already deaf.

“are you okay” she sign to you , Scott and Stile stop rambling about the black creature and look at Lydia like she was crazy “Lydia, hun , she’s okay , you didn’t make her deaf , she’s just in shock , we just need to take her to her house” Stiles said

“no Stiles .. I think that she is deaf, but it’s not my fault” She said looking at you,  she signs to you again asking you if you were okay, you answer her that you were okay, but you didn’t know what just happened.

Scott and Stiles weren’t too surprised that Lydia knew sign language, she was basically a genius, she has probably learned the language when she was bored.  But they were surprised that you wasn’t very scared, you seem okay, a little shaken up, but okay.

“she’s okay, but she would like to know what the hell just happen” Lydia said sending you a little smile to you,”we should take her home” Scott said.

“can someone tell me what was that?” you sign to Lydia

“we will explain everything later on, but right now you need to rest, you almost die today” she sign to you, Stiles liked the whole hand interaction, and Scott finds it cute cause you were also making a few face gestures to put more emphasis on your words. Lydia grab your arm after she asked you where was your house. The banshee was a little curious about you, so she gave you her number, and told you that she was going to explain you about what happened tomorrow.

“see you in school Y/N” she sign

“you better be there and explain everything” you sign back, earning a little smile from her, you get inside your house and went straight to your room, today was a weird day, and nothing could make you feel better than your bed.

While you were putting your pajamas, Scott and Stiles were teasing Lydia about the suppose crush that she had on you

“you only saw her for like, what? 5 minute? and you’re already giving her your number?” Stiles said laughing a little

“shut up Stiles! she seems nice, and she need someone to explain her about the crazy supernatural thing” Lydia said glaring at her friend

“yeah but you could have done that without giving her your number “ Scott said looking at Stiles

“I just gave her my number, It’s not a big deal, so shut up!”

“wow okay calm down~…”

“…”

“…”

“I ship it-” Stiles said but was interrupted by Lydia’s hand colliding on his head 

I liked the Idea so it’s going to be Part two for this wait for it <3

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                                  ( ONG SEONGWOO, 22 )

Name: Ong Seongwoo Date of Birth: 1995/02/08 Occupation: College student

SPARKNOTES:

ong seongwoo’s life start off pretty normal: born to a former-idol-turned-actor and a housewife, he lived a pretty standard rich-kid life. that was until his bastard sister came to live with him.

though seongwoo was pretty much welcoming. he always wanted a sister, someone to play with at that stupidly big house, and as closed and shut off that chaeyeon used to be, she was just fine at the job.

from a very early age his parents shoved him into variety show programs and dramas. so for many years of seongwoo’s childhood he was a child actor and variety star. though, that endeavor wasn’t successful at all.

most critics about seongwoo weren’t positive - they were always about how he had no charisma, how he was too quiet, how he was stiff in his acting. how he only got the roles and the spots he got because of his father’s influence. which wasn’t a lie.

he stopped acting and doing dramas at the age of 13, after he was diagnosed with panic disorder and anxiety. his mother stood his ground and his father accepted seongwoo’s very early retirement from the entertainment industry.

there were two things that kept seongwoo afloat during this period, though: his sister, chaeyeon. and his true passion, football.

while acting was never his cup of tea and rather something he did for the sake of his parents, football was the one thing he was truly good act and shined on his own accord. when he stopped acting and was able to live the life of a normal teenager seongwoo dedicated himself even more to the football club activities, going as far as joining the football club once he was accepted into college too.

needless to say that if things were on seongwoo way he would’ve tried being a professional player. needless to say also that you can’t always get what you want.

now he majors in civil and environmental engineering. it’s an okay course that he does okay in but there’s always that lingering feeling that he could be doing something else if he wasn’t so much of a coward.

moved in with chaeyeon in the last year because he was tired of his mother’s nagging, is trying to be a more independent and responsible young adult and leave his parents’ wings for a bit. 

FREEFORM:

i. it’s raining all over seoul when he’s born. a thunderstorm, raging on and on, but for now they’re scared he’ll even make it, all eyes on him and on his mother, prayers going around the room. but he makes it, and so does his mother. they’re fighters, after all, born to live, born to shine. seongwoo doesn’t cry when he leaves his mother’s womb, eyes wide open, looking around as if inspecting the place, as if being born is just another of his duties. his father will tell him one day that when a baby is born not crying is because their spirit is happy to come to the world, because they have a special purpose to fulfill. seongwoo used to like that idea, he liked feeling special. now he thinks it’s utter crap. ii. he is lying on the ground, one arm lying on his side, the other hand grabbing a wooden sword tight against his chest. there’s laughter and then applauses, and quickly seongwoo is on his feet, eyeing the crowd with a huge smile. he smiles, proud and happy, finding his family easily. they are in the front row after all, just as usual, mom, dad and his little sister on his mother’s lap. his family is not that old tired cliché of the broken rich family - the sad little rich boy, always alone, always waiting for his parents to come. no. his father always makes a place in his busy schedule for him, his mother is always there for all his little school plays, every single event. he comes down the stage still wearing his prince costume, hugging his mother tightly.

“you were born to be a star,” his father says and seongwoo smiles, believes it. iii. “you’re doing well.”

“i’m not.”

“you are,” he looks up to his older sister who gives him one of those smiles that just make everything seem to be all right for a while. he looks away, back to her room. for a second there he wonders how much longer she’ll still stay here. then he decides it’s not worth thinking about it.

“but look,” he says as he almost shoves the phone on her face. he knows she won’t like it. she always tells him to not read the negative comments about his tv appearances but seongwoo honestly can’t help it. he thinks the person has to be a complete damn saint to not give in to the temptation of looking up comments of people talking about them, even if the comments are horrible. “they’re all shitting on me.”

chaeyeon frowns. “don’t look at this.”

“but look-”

“you’re doing great. they’re just being shitheads hating on a kid who’s giving his all,” she holds his face, looks right in his eyes. “now go to your room. and don’t read those! ever again.”

seongwoo rolls his eyes, walks away, but he feels a little bit lighter than before. iv. “ong seongwoo. that’s your cue.”

he looks to the director and then back to the actress in front of him. he knows his lines, he knows that he knows them. he rehearsed over and over like some idiot for days and weeks. he is prepared, he knows it. but yet he feels his hands shaking, his mind going blank. he looks up to the light and then back to the scene. he opens his mouth and nothing comes out. he coughs.

“sweetie, are you okay?” the actress asks and seongwoo wants to run. they’re mocking him, and he knows it. they’re making fun of him. he can hear them. they’re laughing, talking about how bad his acting is, how horrible he is at this. he takes a step back, feels like he’s choking. he can’t breathe.

he throws up right on the beautiful actress’ shoes. v. “it’s a panic disorder,” the doctor says like it’s nothing. he names it and suddenly seongwoo feels himself relaxing just a little bit. something with a name is much easier to fight than the complete unknown. his mother also seems to relax but his father still has his hands into fists right on top of his knees. they leave the office, buy the medication prescribed and go home.

“i don’t think this industry is good for him,” he hears his mother say in the elevator. his father tells her they’ll talk properly at home. once they’re inside seongwoo goes to his sister’s room, lies on her bed while she studies.

“do you think i’m crazy?” he asks and she throws a pillow at him. seongwoo smiles.

vi.

living life as a normal boy is better than seongwoo had expected. there were no comments about him anymore. and now he could focus on things that actually mattered for him, things that he was actually good at. things like football.

there’s very few things that seongwoo likes better than the feeling when he’s on the field, running, hearing the crowd cheer for him. there’s very few things that seongwoo likes better than that feeling he has every time they win, the hugs and laughs once they’re back in the locker room, that feeling that only being part of a team brings. seongwoo loves playing more than he loves anything else, loves being a part of it, making them win, being useful.

and it’s good, in a way. to look at his uniform shirt and see his name written on it and for once not be ashamed. but proud. he’s found pride again.

vii.

“mother,” he says one day and she looks at him with attention. “i want to play football for a living.”

she smiles kindly, but it doesn’t reach her eyes.

“that won’t do, dear,” it’s all she says, and he knows what she means. he knows it very well.

viii.

when the college letter arrives seongwoo doesn’t know what to feel. his mother is thrilled, all smiles and kisses. his father is already talking about how proud he is, about how, sure, he thought he’d be an actor but if not an actor an engineer would do. his sister stares at him from afar, a gentle hand caressing his shoulder when they’re left alone, his parents out talking the dreams they are dreaming for him. once again.

“civil engineering?” she says, tilts her head. “is that really what you want?”

seongwoo only smiles, messes with her hair. she sighs, hugs him.

ix.

he pretends not to notice it at first.

he pretends that if his eyes are drawn to him so much it must be because he plays well. that if he watches him, follows him it’s because of his talent. he pretends that if he yearns to be by his side it’s because they’re good friends. that if seongwoo laughs differently when he’s with him, that if seongwoo feels different it’s all because they get along so well. friends. two boys being friends. that’s all there’s to it. that’s all.

but when they’re alone seongwoo feels it so strongly it’s impossible to pretend. they’re sitting side by side, two boys a little too close to comfort after football practice, sharing that sort of silence that feels like home. he looks to his side as watches as the sun bathes his face and his heart leaps, twists and turns and seongwoo knows. he knows.

he closes his eyes. this was not how he thought his first love would be.

x.

seongwoo always says he hates cowards. he likes to act brave, kind. he likes being the center of attention. he likes when the younger ones on the team look up for him, when the older ones tell him he’s reliable. he enjoys having the image of a good person. a kid person.

so when he sees what is happening, he wants to fight back. when seongwoo sees them laughing at him, mocking him he wants to say something. he wants to go to his side and hold his hand and tell them all to fuck off. but he’s paralyzed. he’s scared, something completely fucked up and broken inside of him won’t let him move.

because what if they start mocking him too? what if people start hating him again? what if he becomes the butt of a joke once again? what if they stop pointing fingers at him and point their fingers at seongwoo instead?

once again, seongwoo closes his eyes, takes a step back. says nothing when he’s asked. what a sad thing, he thinks. he’s so like his father.

xi. he likes him, he thinks, and it feels heavy. he approaches him but once he sees his back all alone, leaving the field he pauses. stops. aches. then. seongwoo walks away, runs. he runs and runs and runs.

xii.

he goes to live with his sister. he tells his mother it’s because he wants to be closer to her and also because he wants to try living the life in itaewon, but truth be told he just wants to be away from his mother’s nagging as soon as possible. and it’s time, really. 22 is more than time. he’s okay now. better. he can take the subway by himself without getting too scared. he can walk in open spaces.

and chaeyeon, she understands. she always understands.

things will be fine, he’s sure. tells himself until he believes it. fake it until you make it, as his father always said.

[taafka-invisible]

UNSTABLE ABLE v UNSTABLE MABLE AS COMMANDER-IN-CHIEF

a repost

ON BOMBING SYRIA

In theory, almost nobody would have a problem with taking it to Assad...if we lived in a vacuum where no other countries exist. In reality, we've already seen the consequences of executing an entrance strategy while having no exit strategy; Iraq was/ is/ always-will-be a U.S. foreign policy disaster.

And I don't care what anybody says, breaking Iraq helped break Syria.

Arab Spring or no Arab Spring ISIS is made up of the Iraqi soldiers left Iraq unemployed after the U.S attempted regime change in Iraq. Saddam Hussein may have been an evil dictator, but he was holding Iraq together. If Iraqis were ready and willing to kill and die to throw Hussein off their backs, they would have set it off themselves. We shouldn't have done it on their behalf (--> 

Bush Jr. was capitalize on the panic of 9/11 and get white people to actually believe Iraq had something to do with 9/11...so we could get to the second largest oil reserves in the world a little more easily.

Iraq wound up being a

You Break It, You Bought It

Scenario

Syria could wind up being a

"You Break It Some More. You're Gonna Wind Up Buying It

Cause

You're The One That Got Caught Holding The Bag

Scenario

But, regardless of what was right and what was wrong in this particular action, what scares me is that Mean Tangerine is more than a little stupid. ("Nobody knew healthcare could be" soooo "complicated.") It scares me that Trump is capable of seeing dead children in Syria at 4:02 PM and ordering a military strike at 4:05 PM. Think about it. Trump saw some half-baked story on Obama and wiretapping, and he's tweeting it x-minutes later. More than one news outlet has linked what he's watching on television and what he says he believes in a tweet the next day.

This time, instead of just tweeting after he saw dead children in Syria on television, he ordered 59 bombs dropped on an airbase halfway around the world

...as if have never been children dying horribly in every war the U.S. has ever had a hand in.

It actually scares me that we aren't really talking about the decision making behind a huge, SUDDEN flipflop that involved bombing another country -- regardless of what "the right move" actually was in the moment with Syria. Mean Tangerine might have gotten lucky THIS TIME. But the next television info-tainment quasi-news show might prompt him to bomb something that gets us into something we can't back out of.

And I'm actually having a problem being confident the intelligence is accurate this fast.

* * * *

LET US VISIT THE ALTERNATE UNIVERSE

WHERE HILLARY WON JUST FOR A MOMENT

Imagine, for a moment, that Hillary's stance on foreign policy was isolationist all through her presidential campaign-- like Trump's actually was. Imagine she said Syria's internal problems were Syria's. Too bad, so sad for them. To be more specific, imagine that she did not want to bomb multiple military targets in Syria --as she did in reality-- and instead wanted to put "America First" just like Donald Trump said during his campaign and repeated not three days before bombing Syria.

Pretend Hillary said, just three days before dropping bombs in somebody else's civil war, "I'm not and I don't want to be president of the world. I'm president of the United States, and from now on its going to be America First"

By any stretch of your imagination can you envision Hillary Clinton NOT being called unstable and emotional if she did an about face based on a picture of a man holding two infant sons that just died of a chemical attack?

Can you, instead, imagine the unstable memes and genuine worry on the faces of white men on news shows everywhere?

I can.

All we're getting from the white, mostly male, talking heads right now is "What an about face for Trump? Is this an actual policy change? Is this a one-off?"

And I'm not talking about sexism in regards to being "fair" here. I'm talking about the male dominated press complete failure to even discuss Mean Tangerine's emotional and mental fitness to be president. If someone without a penis had done this, every news outlet you can name would whispering about women and emotional responses compromising logic.

And in my opinion, this is actually a legit concern in his case. Trump's complete turn around based on a photograph of children dying and deciding to bomb Syria makes him about as stable as a teenage boy who just found his girlfriend kissing another guy --a whole four weeks after he became captain of the high school football team.

Did he actually think about how Russia and Iran would respond?

Did he care about any responses anywhere?

Did somebody do that part of the thinking for him?

Did this man just up and decide he wanted to look like a bad ass while the president of China was sitting next to him?

* * * * *

There may be some upside to this bombing. There really may be. But if there is, Trump isn't the one who thought it out. He's not capable. So if the military is the one pumping him up, we need to be worried. Because when you're a hammer (the military) everything looks like a nail (bomb the crap out of X)

A leader who can't think and lead on his own is something to worry about.

I've been damn glad to hear that some are seeing smoke signals over D.C. that seem to saying that the White Nationalist Bannon, lost his seat on the National Security Counsel and is losing favor after having embarrassed Trump twice with the Muslim Ban and Healthcare. But who's the main puppet master of the "leader of the free world" right now? His son-in-law? (---i>

There's also the possibility that Trump is thinking, that he's thinking about polishing his image same as always.

ME, MYSELF, and MINE is all he really thinks about consistently. So this time, let's assume that this has NOT changed. That would mean the bombing is communication and self-promotion of some kind. Attacking Syria puts an easy victory in his cap during his first 100 days -- that's otherwise been dismal. His NSA choice had to resign, FBI director called him a liar to congress, his Muslim Bans have been stopped twice, and Repeal and Replace flamed out spectacularly. Making himself look good while not doing much may be all he has left. Making himself look good while sending a few messages might be even better.

POSSIBLY SYRIA BOMBING MESSAGES:

I. TO CHINA (with the Chinese President sitting right there)

"Take care of North Korea or we will"

"See this is what we'll do in your backyard if you don't lean on North Korea as hard as you can."

(That bombing in Syria happening during the meeting with China's President must have seemed sent directly from hyper-masculinity heaven.)

II. TO N. KOREA

"This is what might happen to you. Keep it up with the missile testing."

C. TO S. KOREA

"Shaking in your boots aren't ya? Don't worry. I'm your friend. You need to act like you're more grateful though. You better pay your fair share of .....something." (wink wink)

D. TO RUSSIA With Love

"I hit a practically valueless target except for the optics. Let's just cool this bro-mance off a little. We can play kissy-face again after the FBI and CIA probes are over."

E. TO ISRAEL

"See, I'm on your side."

F. TO IRAN

"Bring it b*tches."

G. TO UNITED STATES VOTERS

"See, I'm not in Russia's pocket. See! No reason to investigate me.

H. TO IRAQ

"I'm just over here rattling your cage. Don't worry, I'm sending more troops into Iraq again."

SYRIA BOMBING OUTCOME

If only 6 or 7 Syrian army personnel were killed, and planes were still taking off from the airfield today, what was the bombing other than a message?

Only time will tell if the action is going to be worth the reaction that we have yet to see.

But one thing seems certain: Trump can't do this again in Syria without serious consequences. 1) He's made Putin look stupid

Russia signed agreements with president Obama that were supposed to reduce/elminate aggression. Trump violated that (after Russia already did in my opinion)  

Russia also told the United Nations(?) there weren't chemical weapons and Russian troops were SUPPOSEDLY sitting on a base where the chemical weapons were launched from -- if our intelligence is correct. Trump's United Nations Ambassador called the Russians incompetent or "played for fools"

2) Russia's reaction may be to refuse to communicate and coordinate where their troops will be in Syria at any given moment...which kept Russia and U.S. Troops from accidentally blowing each other up in Syria for months.

This agreement/ open line of communication to coordinate military aircraft movement was the method by which Trump was able to tell Russia about bombing the airbase before it began. Russia was able to move their personnel out of the way

So now the U.S. cannot bomb Syria again without the risk of hitting Russian troops, right?

All this for 6 or 7 dead at a bombed Syrian Airport that can still launch planes?

Sooo...um...How many of our troops are over there right now? I don't know. But I know it's a number a hell of a lot larger than 6 or 7.

I think bombs as messages is a reckless maneuver . I think making a move sans any big picture or a plan is stupid (Republican Marco Rubio, while cheering Trump on admitted there's no overall plan.) I think you should only drop bombs when you're going to war to win.

However, I also wonder if Trump looking unstable might give our enemies pause.

His being seen as Unstable Able might not be the worst strategy in the world ...if whoever is holding the puppet strings right now actually knows what he's* doing

And it is a "he" and not a "she" pulling Mean Tangerine's strings.

Trust me.

Mr. Grab-Em-By-The-P*ssy isn't listening to a penis-less person about anything important. He even put his son-in-law in a position superior to his own daughter. I'M MOVING: BLACKCHICKROCKED.BLOGSPOT.COM

http://thankherforsurviving.blogspot.com/2017/04/unstable-able-v-unstable-mable-as.html

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the demigoddess narrowed her eyes at the person ahead of her , almost as if she couldn't believe the words she hears . anika might have been capable of many things - but participating in foolish plans would never be one of them . "have . . . you lost your mind?" anika asked .

@elpida

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8 of 80: Clara Marie Mize, Bonner Springs, Kansas Obituary

by Kelly Ann Christensen My Grandmother, July 2010. (Note, my Grandmother was beautiful, but there appear to have been edits to her facial expression and it appears her hand, just as there have been to what is left of my 5 personal photo albums, online digital pictures, etc. This is helpful to nutcases who seek to rewrite history, discredit, steal/assume identities, etc.)

Clara Marie, 87, Bonner Springs, passed away Monday, August 15, 2011, surrounded by family at the Golden Living Parkway Nursing Home, Edwardsville, KS. Service, 11:30 am on Sat., August 20, 2011 at First Christian Church,148 N. Nettleton, Bonner Springs. Visitation at 10:30 am. Burial to follow at Bonner Springs Cemetery. Clara was born in Fresno, CA and moved to Missouri as a child. Shortly after marriage, she relocated to Bonner Springs. During WW II, she worked at the bomber plant assembling radios. She was a member of The First Christian Church and CWF. She was preceded in death by husband, Thomas F. Mize; daughter, Marie F. Schrader and 2 grandsons [Dean Curran and Bo Schrader]. Clara is survived by daughters, Darline Chambers (Tom), Kansas City, KS, Gloria Smith, Bonner Springs and JoAnn LeTourneau (Tom), Lenexa, KS; brother, Riley Brown, Claycomo, MO; 9 grandchildren; 14 great grandchildren and 5 great-great grandchildren. In lieu of flowers, the family suggests memorials to: Kansas City Hospice, 10100 W 87th St., Ste 100, Overland Park, KS or First Christian Church, 148 N. Nettleton, Bonner Sprgs, KS 66012. Arr: Kansas City Funeral Directors 913- 262-6310. ---------------- My Grandmother has potential markings all over her life, including but certainly not limited to:

Rare medical condition in the 1960′s [theme], (during the same time I ingested lye). Shortly following the workplace mobbing that nearly killed me in 2005, she told me in 2006 that the same thing or something similar happened to her at the same age. I know she always said that Dr. May gave her sugar pills, then told everyone in town it was “all in her head” and that he gave her sugar pills sugar pills - until a goiter showed up on her neck and her eyes bulged out. She drank radioactive dye with a lead vest on at KU Medical Center which was experimental at the time. (Gaslight was made in the 1940′s)

Breathing condition diagnosed as COPD, allegedly from smoking briefly in the 1970′s. She had sinus issues (breathing this crap through the ventilation causes or has caused me) - humidifier, kettle pot, nose spray, tissues everywhere; 

She had Mucinex all the time. This would treat the same or similar issue I have experienced as a result of the toxic tap water. One symptom it has caused me is the inability to clear my throat, since about the second or third day of living in Mission, Johnson County, Kansas.

Female problems in her 70′s or 80′s, including telling me her doctor told her her “vagina dried up and turned inside out;” [sex/reproduction and potential criminal medical experimentation themes (5 generations alive when I worked for Carew in 2005)]; I received gangstalking threats, “There won’t be anything left of your vagina when this is over, but you had it for 50 years.”  “Tom knows more about your vagina than you do.” “There was a tumor/fish head/goat head sewn into your uterus.” (during the May 2014 drugging and kidnapping);

JoAnn grabbed the financial reigns when Grandmother was a sharp minded woman with no need for financial oversight as if she was a child. Quite frankly, I am wondering if Grandmother was afraid of JoAnn by the last years of her life. JoAnn took Grandmother to her longtime friend Merle Parks of Evan & Mullinix to have her will done. Grandmother had been discussing such matters with me, but I was never allowed to see the will. Allegedly, Grandmother did not leave my child, grandchild (the absolute joy of her golden years) or me a thing. She did give me Great-Grandmother Ruth’s quilt - and someone cut a circle in the middle of it. There was gangstalking commentary that Grandmother wanted to leave me the house and that JoAnn said “That’s not going to happen.”

Additionally, each and every time during the workplace mobbing that I stepped foot in my Grandmother’s house, boom, JoAnn showed up. It happened so consistently that I asked at the time if there was a switch in the floor? JoAnn engaged in directed conversation at the peak of the workplace mobbing when I was on the brink of death and had barely made it to my Grandmother’s house, “You’ll get shot down on Prospect.” (Gloria came to my Grandmother’s house, accused me of being on meth when I have never even smoked pot in my entire life, and kicked me out - aggressively).

They wanted to put Grandmother in a nursing home right after Tom Mize died, and I fought with them (the hens) over it. She was physically healthy, and mentally as sharp as a tack.

My Grandmother’s house was broken into after her husband’s death, the teenagers took strange items.

Just as I have had seemingly endless (and clearly criminally orchestrated at some times more than at other times) plumbing issues in Mission, my Grandmother also repeatedly had a to call a plumber (for a time). I vaguely recall her mentioning Terry fixing something. Then, Mark, a self-proclaimed master plumber without a license kept on with her.

Living alone for the first time in her life and the break in caused her to be scared at night, while her three daughters gave her grief about it. I had to wait until after 8:00 p.m. to get there to spend the night with her (which I did often) because she was afraid, just so her disrespectful children would not know it by that hour. Then Gloria turned around later and tried to tell me she stayed all night with Grandmother for weeks after Grandfather died. That was gaslighting, rewriting history. I am the one who stayed with her, so I know for certain Gloria did not. Additionally, my grandson, my grandmother and I often spent time together - he brought her joy in her golden years prior to him and my daughter moving to Slidell, LA with the late Kenneth Beeson in July of 2006. She was tormented the last years of her life with worry and concern for them, in addition to false guilt implanted and used to torment her regarding Tom Mize’s death. (Identity theft also needs to be investigated). I am requesting a homicide investigation for her, too. She lived in Bonner for 60+ years, but died in Edwardsville after being moved out of her home of 60+ years (jurisdiction jumping theme) in Bonner Springs, which there was an attempt by the hens to accomplish upon Tom Mize's (her husband) death a decade earlier, and into an expensive assisted living facility (she did not need and where she often, I would say usually even, did not like and/or could not eat the food ("Achieving Malnutrition" - Dr. Carew NYC reference and theme) in Shawnee, Kansas for maybe a year, several months. I was close to my Grandmother and more than 5 years later I still do not even know her cause of death. The nursing home used the HIPPA excuse again. Note: Darlene's name (my late cousin Dean's mother - Dean died on Mother's Day 2011) has always been spelled "Darlene," not "Darline" - to the best of my knowledge, prior to all of these deaths and obituary announcements in the extended family of origin.

Posted by Kelly Christensen