#interaction — eric anderson

[skipperlandvik]

location: the drunken seagull; local bar.

closed starter for @ericanderson

"How's your throwing arm today, old man?" Skipper offered a cracked grin of her lips that hadn't come with ease. It was rare to get such a display of amusement from the blonde, a splinter of her stoic exterior and rather doom and gloom state of mind, but the man on the stool at the bar of the Drunken Seagull grew on her, crawled beneath her skin until he settled there and amusement and grinning and sometimes even laughter felt normal with him. She couldn't help but wonder if that's what real family was supposed to feel like. Her gaze flitted toward the dartboard across the room and then back to him as she took a seat next to him at the somewhat sticky bar and ordered them both beers. There was nothing wrong with his arm, they both knew that. In fact, Skipper reckoned that her body had been worn down much more than his after years of running it into the ground, but she couldn't bare to let him forget just how much older he was than her. "Enjoying your time off from teaching kids that actually dodging a ball is exactly how dodgeball works?"

[lottienatsgf]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚🪐 so it goes…

“you know i’m not a bad girl but i do bad things with you”

NSFW MDNI !!!!

⋆｡𖦹 ° synopsis: jealous!abby x reader. you’ve hooked up with abby more than once, but abby wants more than that. she wants you to be just hers.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ inspired by @andersonsgirl post about wanting a jealous abby fic :-) i hope this does ur idea justice

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gently placing down the last stack of cups onto the counter, you step back to admire your kitchen. you’re proud of yourself, really. with only a few hours notice to prepare your apartment for a party, it looks pretty decent. perfect timing, too, because arya walks through your front door almost seconds after you finish.

“fuck. you did it,” she breathes heavily, carrying more bottles of alcohol than one person should be allowed to carry in their arms.

“yeah, all by myself too,” you pout, helping her set the bottles down on your countertop. you move them around, arranging them in a neat line, even though you know that it’ll just be messed up once the party starts.

“i asked if you needed help!” arya exclaims, finishing with the bottles and collapsing in an armchair in your living room.

you stay quiet. there’s more things on your mind right now than bickering with your sister, such as someone who you know for a fact will be at your party.

abby anderson.

just the thought of her name sends hot waves through your chest and makes you bite your lip to keep from smiling. abby has been at every one of your parties since you arrived in seattle two years ago. those two years have been full of interactions with her. of course they would be; she’s a part of your friend group.

but your interactions with abby have been far more than platonic.

anxiously tapping your foot, you and arya wait in your chairs in the living room until the first party guest arrives. everyone else slowly trickles in afterwards, but you keep your eye out for the person you want to see most.

focusing mainly on the door, you move around throughout your apartment to check on how everyone is doing. you make small talk with the guests and quickly down a few sips of alcohol before returning to your sister’s side.

“do you think she’s coming?” you ask.

“i would think,” arya responds, “you know she’d never pass up an opportunity to see you,” her face turns into a smirk at the sight of you blushing.

“that’s not true,” you try to wave it off, but deep down, you hope it is.

finally, after an anxious half hour of waiting, abby anderson’s muscular body appears in your doorway. her eyes scan the room for a few seconds before she finds you, her face breaking into a grin as she walks over to your side.

“i’ll leave you two alone,” arya whispers, walking off as soon as abby reaches you.

“y/n,” abby greets you, a playful smirk on her face.

“abigail.”

abby laughs, her hand softly brushing yours. a shockwave runs down your body, and you pray that abby doesn’t notice.

“nice setup you’ve got going on,” she tells you, eyeing your apartment. the apartment that she’s been in so many times.

before you can respond, eric, a member of your patrol team, breaks in.

“y/n!” he greets you. your eyes snap away from abby and over to the tall, curly headed man now standing next to you.

“hey,” you greet him, looking upwards to meet his eyes.

“you look great tonight,” he compliments you, looking your body up and down. you furrow your eyebrows, but thank him for his compliment. “listen, uh,” he stammers, leaning onto the couch behind him. “you wanna grab a drink or something?”

behind you, abby coughs loudly, catching your attention. her eyes darken, looking straight into yours. “sorry,” she excuses herself, a slight tinge of annoyance in her voice.

looking back and forth between abby and eric, you cautiously accept eric’s offer to grab a drink, promising abby you’ll be back in just a minute.

eric grabs your hand, leading you to the alcohol that you had recently set up so neatly in the kitchen. just like you’d expected, everything was a mess already. eric grabs you a drink, handing it to you with a gleam in his eye.

“thank you,” you smile, taking a sip of the liquid. “how’ve you been?”

eric copies you and takes a sip from his cup. “fine,” he begins. “it’s sucked not having patrol the past few days. i’ve missed seeing you.”

“yeah, me too.”

“glad you had this party. it’s nice seeing you all dressed up,” he motions towards your outfit, a short black dress that clings tightly to your body.

“thank you,” you say hesitantly, taking another sip of your drink.

“who’s your friend back there?” he asks, glancing at abby, who immediately looks over at the two of you.

“oh, that’s abby,” you tell him, not sure how much information he wants out of you. you grip tighter on your cup, wanting to end this conversation and just return back to abby.

“you think she’d mind if we hung out?” he asks. “just us,” he adds quickly.

“oh, um, well, i was planning on hanging out with her tonight,” you stumble for words, a blush creeping up yet again onto your cheeks. it seems like every mention of abby somehow manages to do this to you.

“oh, alright, uh, thats cool,” eric says, backing up slightly. “i’ll see you around, y/n.”

you stare after him as he leaves, a questioning expression in your eyes. finally, you turn back around, making your way back to abby, who hasn’t left her spot where you last talked to her.

“abs,” you exhale, hoisting yourself up on the back of the couch so that your knees are just barely touching her legs. “i think he was flirting with me.”

“what?” her voice is filled with disgust.

“yeah,” you laugh, “he asked me if i wanted to hang out with him, like, alone.”

“oh,” her voice quiets and you can see her face tighten slightly.

“i mean, i said no. it just surprised me. he kept looking at my dress, too.”

“damn…” abby trails off, her eyes flickering around the room, refusing to make eye contact with you.

“what’s wrong?” you ask, moving slightly to touch her hand.

she immediately jumps back, snatching her hand away. “nothing,” her voice is filled with annoyance.

“abby, i know you,” you begin, sliding off the couch so that you stand in front of her. “you’re-“

“y/n, i’m fine,” she snaps. “i don’t wanna talk about it.”

you don’t know what to say, so you remain silent, watching as abby walks away, disappearing into the bathroom.

“fuck,” you curse to yourself, biting down on the inside of your cheek.

you stare at the bathroom door for minutes, waiting for abby to come back out. there’s no sign of her. sighing heavily, you steady yourself in front of the door before knocking.

“i’m in here,” abby barks, her voice muffled through the door.

“it’s me.”

“jesus, i’m fine.”

“abby, i’m not leaving until you let me in,” you tell her, shifting your weight onto one leg.

there’s a moment of silence before you hear the lock click and the door opens ever so slightly. you push it open completely and slip inside, shutting it behind you.

“what’s wrong?” you ask abby for the second time.

she leans against the bathroom counter, face wound up into a stressed expression. she makes no effort to talk.

“jesus christ abby, can you fucking say something?” you begin to feel angry. you still don’t even know why abby is upset, and she clearly doesn’t have any plan to tell you. “i don’t understand and it makes me feel bad when you’re upset and you know i care about you so can you please just-“

abby cuts you off, her voice barely audible. “i don’t fucking like it when other people flirt with you.”

“what?” you ask, wanting to make sure you heard her right.

“it’s stupid, i know, because we aren’t even a thing, i just…”

your gaze softens and you meet her eyes, urging her to continue.

“i want to be the only one who can do that,” she finally finishes.

you step forward, finding yourself only inches away from her body, your hand lightly hovering above hers. “you should’ve just said that,” you murmur, the corners of your mouth tilting upwards.

abby’s eyes focus down into yours, her big hand enveloping yours. “why’s that?”

your face is just centimeters from hers now. you can feel her breath on your neck and her fingers slowly tracing the skin on your palms.

your breath hitches as you begin to speak. “because i’d let you be the only one who can do that.”

before the sentence is even fully out of your mouth, abby’s lips meet yours, her hand wrapping around your waist as you deepen the kiss. “fuck,” she breathes heavily, pulling away. “i missed that.”

grinning, you tuck a strand of her dirty blonde hair behind her ear, kissing her nose gently. “you know i can be only yours if you want me to be.”

“i want that more than anything.”

another kiss; this one is somehow even more passionate as abby’s fiery hot lips slowly begin to make their way down your neck, kissing every inch of skin left uncovered by your dress.

a light moan escapes your lips as her hands reach your breasts and her mouth remains sucking on your skin.

“i fuck you better than anyone else, don’t i?” she asks.

it isn’t even a question. “of course,” you whisper breathily, desperately wanting to feel more of her touch. “please,” you beg.

“desperate already, huh?” abby teases, playing with the hem of your dress. “how bout we get this pretty little thing off of you.”

with your nod of consent, she lifts your dress up and over your head, tossing it quickly to the side as she marvels over your body. her hands quickly trail down your bare waist, each touch electrifying your skin. her mouth continues to leave kisses down your body, her fingers lightly hovering over your underwear.

“you want me to fuck you?” she asks, a smirk playing on her lips.

“y- yes please.”

“mmmm,” her hand glides over your inner thighs, her thumb pressing down gently over your clit. “how bad?”

her fingers begin to slide under your panties and you can feel her soft touch slowly stroking up and down your folds.

“s- so- s,” you can barely get the words out. you haven’t felt abby’s touch like this in weeks.

“use your words, baby,” abby brings her lips to yours, her fingers still teasing you.

“fuck,” you breathe into her mouth. “so bad.”

“good girl,” abby praises you, her lips still lingering over yours. “i’ll show you how i can fuck you better than anyone else at this party.” with that, her fingers slip inside of you, curling in and out while you tighten around her.

a whine escapes your lips, one which makes abby go even faster, her fingers pumping inside you.

“oh god,” you stagger against abby’s body, pressing all of your body weight onto her. with her help, you find yourself sitting on top of the counter, abby in front of you.

you moan again as abby circles around your clit with her thumb, which is soaking wet because of you. you grip her t-shirt tightly, pulling her closer to you while she continues to pleasure you.

“that feel good, baby?” she asks, her voice raspy.

“mhm,” is all you can get out.

“yeah, i bet. look how wet you are,” she says, putting so much pressure on your clit that you’re sure you’ll come any second now.

a louder moan from you is silenced by abby’s mouth against yours again. her forehead presses against yours, beads of sweat dripping from her skin onto you.

“keep going,” you breathe, knowing how close you are. abby generously decides to let you finish, not teasing you like she would most other nights. her fingers pulse harder and harder inside of you until you finally feel it, your back arching and your legs wrapping tightly around abby’s hips. you gasp for breath, hands clumsily trailing down the sides of abby’s shirt. abby slowly removes her fingers from inside of you, bringing a hand to your face to cup your cheek as she kisses you, this time much more gently.

your breathing slowly returns back to normal as abby holds you close to her, one hand stroking your hair gently. “how’d i do?” she grins.

“better than anyone else.”

abby grins, satisfied with your answer. “let’s go get a drink.”

[juneirvin]

June stepped out of the restaurant, spotting her uncle's car easily with its blaring Nickelback soundtrack. She couldn't help but roll her eyes and smile. Walking up to the car, she leaned in through the open window and said, "Quit embarrassing me, you know I have small feet and can't run."

She laughed, shaking her head, and then climbed into the passenger seat. "But hey, I brought you something to make up for it." the blonde responded, reaching into her bag and pulling out a box. "Your favorite — fresh dessert from Brine. Consider it a thank you for giving me a ride."

Handing him the box, June settled into her seat, still grinning at his music choice. "Now, can we please turn down the volume? I had to deal with a Karen and I've got a headache."

Setting: The parking lot of Brine. Time: Evening. For: @juneirvin

At a quarter after nine, Eric honks his horn once in front of the Brine restaurant. With this loud greeting, he rolls down his window and sits back, still gripping the steering wheel. He groans as he doesn’t see her face anywhere.

“Come on, now. I’m trying to drive you home and get to bed!” Eric calls out from the window.

Then, with an eye roll, he turns up his radio, allowing himself to blare the sweet, soothing sounds of Nickelback’s “How You Remind Me”. With the glares he received from others shuffling out and the mindless waves he gave in return, it was clear that perhaps this wasn’t the best move. Still, the crooning sounds of Chad Kroeger’s beautiful voice fills the air in her absence. Now, all Eric has to do is wait.

[bitchbot3000]

Devil’s Minion: 70s vs Now, What if We Get Both?

Book & show spoilers below, reader beware! ⚠️✌️

I've been seeing a lot of posts of people making their respective cases for why they believe we're getting either 70s Devil's Minion or Modern Devil's Minion in S3, but personally, I'm not entirely convinced it's going to be one or the other. Hear me out.

While this is obviously not to be taken as canon, Jacob Anderson mentioned in an interview that he believes while living in America, Armand and Louis spend long periods of time apart. What if what we're getting is essentially the Devil's Minion chapter split across several decades, with a gap in the middle and a role reversal when things pick back up?

It feels entirely possible that, during an extended period of time spent apart, Armand would go after the fascinating boy who just came very close to blowing up his relationship without even meaning to. I don't imagine the chase would happen on the same scale as it did in the books, but him essentially stalking Daniel, demanding answers from him to all sorts of technical and philosophical questions, getting Daniel to teach him about the 'modern' era? That feels entirely plausible and like a pretty natural escalation of the encounter we already saw, with Armand demanding again and again to know what makes Daniel 'fascinating'.

Will it go as far as the Night Island and declarations of love? More doubtful, but maybe the first seeds of it? Enough for Daniel to ask to be turned, and Armand to care enough to refuse him, perhaps!

Assuming it ends when Louis returns, I think having that part of their past a shared (if unknowing, on Daniel's part) secret from Louis is also a compelling idea, and it explains a bit more of why Armand and Daniel's interactions have felt a bit loaded and at times, even indulgent, from the start. More so than I personally think what we saw in San Francisco would explain.

Moving on to the modern era, what we have now are all the trappings for things to pick back up, full-steam ahead, even messier than before. Daniel has just blown up Armand's life (a pattern that tends to dictate who Armand will gravitate toward next), very intentionally, this time, he's also the only one who sees straight through Armand's bullshit, and the only one whose mind Armand can't read. On top of that, he has a degenerative health condition and he's lived a full human life, which likely would remove some of Armand's previous reluctance to turn him. Especially when paired with the spite we're given as his reason for turning Daniel.

So, Armand turns Daniel, runs for whatever reason (panic, conflict over committed an act he was so revolted by, a search for safety, whatever conniving idea he's got coming up next, the list of potential reasons goes on), and the chase begins anew, with Daniel doing the hunting. This is where I think the bond between them would come into full bloom, and the Night Island, if it's going to be included at all, would come into play.

On top of all the reasoning above, it just seems practical! It gives Armand and Daniel, both of whom are definitely loved by the audience, their own storyline to be followed while the season is focused on Lestat, and it gives them a chance to keep utilizing Luke Brandon Field, because they kind of struck gold in finding an actor who fits SO well as Eric Bogosian's younger counterpart.

Obviously, this is all just speculation, and even within it, I've still got a lot of questions. Would Daniel remember their time together once he was turned (or perhaps even before, while he and Armand were left alone together)? Would Armand have cared enough to give young Daniel a vial of his blood to ward off other vampires (and if so, where is it now)? Will the mess Lestat is about to make be what drives them together, could it make Armand worry for Daniel, with all the older, stronger vampires converging?

Who knows? Not me! But it's fun to think about.

[kibbzluv]

⋆⁺₊⋆Zach Heckler⋆⁺₊⋆

most important friend of Eric and Dylan

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About

Zachary Adam Heckler was born on May 1rst 1981 to parents Mark and Veronica Heckler in Albany, New York.

He has a sister named Jocelyn Heckler which was a student at Columbine at the time of the shooting as well.

Facts about Zach

➛ Zach drove a blue Nissan from 1987 that he presumably shared with his dad.

➛ Zach’s parking spot was #259.

➛ Zach’s student number is 609951.

➛ Zach is on pages 12, 78, 156, 162, 176 in the 1999 yearbook

➛ Zach offered rides home to other students frequently.

➛ Zach was really talented with everything that had to do with computers.

➛ Zach, Dylan and Chris Tibaldo often hung out in the schools computer labs and put together computers for the school.

➛ Zach’s best friend was Chris Morris

➛ Zach worked at Black Jacks Pizza for a few months.

➛ The owner of BJs Pizza said that Zach “drove like crap”

➛ Zach worked part-time at the Great American Cookie Company at the time of the shooting.

➛ Zach used his teachers credit card to buy p0rn.

➛ Zach was suicidal and had already written a note.

➛ Zach’s online handle and nickname was “KIBBz” because of the snacks he used to bring to school

➛ When Zach got upset about not being allowed to do a programming task he stated that he would “do something to the school”

➛ Zach was in a relationship with Devon Addams but they broke up around 1 year after the shooting. Devon wrote 2 love poems about Dylan after the shooting while Zach openly voiced his dislike towards him.

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Relationship with Eric & Dylan

Zach stated that him, Eric & Dylan all had been good friends since 8th grade although Eric held a grudge against Zach in summer of 98 for unknown reasons.

The 3 of them made the “jo mamma jokes” on eric’s website.

Zach and Dylan initially went on the “Rebel Missions” together and had Eric join them later. (rebel missions: egging and toilet papering houses and shooting BB guns at the windows of people they didn’t like and lighting firecrackers in their neighbourhoods; basically vandalism).

In Eric’s diary entries about these “missions” he often writes about “Vodka” and “Kibbz” being together while he did something else.

Zach, Eric, and Dylan got suspended for hacking into the schools computer system to obtain locker codes of people they didn’t like, specifically a student that had been close to Zach’s girlfriend Devon, to leave threatening messages.

Zach, Eric and Dylan had an online threesome clan named Reb-VoDkA-Kibbz from which Zach was kicked out by Eric. They later named it Rebel Clan.

Eric

Zach stated that him and Eric last had a "real" conversation at a Party in Robyn Anderson's house.

After the suspension for hacking into the school system, his parents forbid him to have contact with Eric.

Eric had a crush on Zach’s girlfriend Devon.

Zach knew about the fact that Eric built pipe bombs.

Eric asked Zach if he knew how to make napalm.

Dylan

Dylan refers to Zach as his "best friend" whereas Eric is just a "good friend" to Dylan. Dylan and Zach called every night after school, talking or playing games like Quake or Doom together.

On the night before the shooting, Zach tried to call Dylan but he was already on line with someone else. As Dylan called back later at around 10:30pm he told Zach that he wasn't in the mood for talking and wanted to go to sleep which Zach found strange since Dylan usually stayed up until 12:30 - 1 am

When Zach got with his girlfriend Devon, Dylan described this as Devon “stealing” Zach from him. Dylan and Zach used to confide in each other about their suicidal thoughts but when Zach got his girlfriend, he talked with her about his problems and Dylan felt left alone.

Zach stated that he saw Dylan and Robyn Anderson at prom but they barely/didnt interact with each other.

Zach stated that Dylan was “too stupid” for computer science and wanted him replaced with another student.

Zach told Dylan that he was bad at sound boarding (in theatre) and wanted him replaced with Yoshi Carroll.

A few months before the shooting, Zach seemed to distance himself from Dylan which can be seen in following clip:

Zach complains about something and Dylan approaches him, asking what’s wrong. Zach just walks past him, blatantly ignoring Dylan.

Zach, Dylan and Brooks Brown can be seen in the “Frankenstein Roast” Video

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Shooting & Aftermath

Zach was in geometry class when the shooting began. He and his sister escaped unharmed.

When Zach heard about the shooting and the perpetrators “being memebers of the trench coat mafia” he immediately thought of Eric and Dylan.

Zach provided consent to the investigators to seize 2 computer systems and a laptop from his home.

Zach gave the FBI the usernames and passwords to Chris Morris and Devon Addams AOL / ICQ accounts.

Zach agreed to do a polygraph test considering his knowledge about Eric and Dylan’s plans of the shooting. His results came out as inconclusive and therefore no diagnostic opinion could be rendered.

Zach often came to his friend Yoshi Carroll’s house after the shooting.

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sources: prior knowledge, https://www.researchcolumbine.com/associates.html, http://www.acolumbinesite.com/, https://everlastingcontrast.home.blog/tag/zack-heckler/

[breha]

there's a great interview clip with eric bogosian where the way he sums up daniel's whole deal in dubai is that daniel is terrified and he sublimates his fear into anger, so the more scared he is, the more angry he gets. and like. kicking at what grabbed you in the dark is not a famously rational or complex way to attack someone. sometimes daniel is reacting incisively and constructively to the narrative and sometimes he is just grabbing whatever is at hand that might put louis on the defensive or give himself a leg up and chucking it, and louis knows this, and he does things to throw daniel off balance on purpose all the time– there's another interview clip where jacob anderson says that he thinks a lot about like, ok, what percentage of what i'm doing right now is just to fuck with this guy? the web of power between them is so complicated and they're both living in glass houses full of bullshit and each of them is determined to WIN whatever the hell this interaction is, which daniel certainly feels like he's doing at the end of episode 7, and to paraphrase the immortal words of tumblr user puentera louis should put him in a blender

[pigsbytylerthecreator]

YO WELCOME TO MY ACCOUNT :D !

this post but in a carrd ! ^

ABOUT ME hihi !!! im pigsbytylerthecreator but you can call me Anthony / Sam !! I am the biggest tyler fan in the tcc !! i was ofwgkillthemall, thevodkatrilogy, therebtrilogy and channelklebold but got sam'd :( i use he/him and i’m bisexual :D! i have adhd n autism so i'll be pretty annoying, sorry :/

BEFORE YOU FOLLOW I DO NOT CONDONE WHAT EVER PEOPLE I POST HAVE DONE. what they did is stupid and could’ve done anything else. i’m simply interested in the people , not what they did. + i have autism and can’t control what i hyperfix in. also i will take any chance i get to talk about Tyler The Creator so sorry about that !

DO NOT INTERACT i honestly don’t care but , just don’t be weird or a bigot . I don’t mind sh or ed but i most likely won’t follow back because it makes me uncomfortable

STUFF I LIKE !

MAIN dylan + eric, TYLER THE CREATOR !!! zero day, fashion, music, retro stuff , movies , skating culture + more

MUSIC TYLER THE CREATOR, beastie boys, twenty one pilots, frank ocean, system of a down, arctic monkeys, KMFDM, joji, kanye west, molchat doma, N.E.R.D., pink floyd, the doors, the smiths, Suicideboy$, wallows + many more :D

MEDIA wes anderson films, mid90s, spiderverse movies, the conjuring universe, insidious (expect the 3rd one), reservoir dogs, whiplash, loiter squad, the jellies, analog horror, 80s-90s related technology n culture, 70s-90s pop art + a very long list

i love sm other stuff but we’d be here all day if i were to cover it all

NEVER BE AFRAID TO DM OR ASK ME STUFF !! please do i love talking to people !

[this-hopeless-war]

still screaming cause I told Paul Whitty he was my favourite part of the show and he said "Thanks, that means a lot, I won't tell Jeremy" and it was such a sweet interaction

me and my friend also got a photo with Eric Anderson he was so nice and really taking his time to talk to people and not miss any playbills

we met a few other leads who were all ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE but those were my favourite interactions!

[bosinclairsgff]

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Light angst

Drabbles

Characters hurting the reader (there will be a tw)

Reader with depression or anxiety

NSFW

Won't do

Pregnant reader

Child reader

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x male, ftm, mtf or poly reader (I am not qualified to write about those as I have no experience involving them)

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The Boy: Brahms Heelshire

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Friday The 13th: Jason Voorhees

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Saw: Amanda Young, Mark Hoffman

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The Collector: Arkin

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Carrie: Carrie White

Ghost Ship: Jack Ferriman

Thirteen Ghosts: Dennis Rafkin

The Shining: Jack Torrance, Wendy Torrance

The Invitation: Walter Deville

Midnight Mass: Father Paul

The funhouse massacre: Doll face

A nightmare on Elm Street (2010) : Quentin Smith

My Bloody Valentine 3-D: Tom Hanniger

Don’t breathe: Norman Nordstrom

The Purge Anarchy: Leo Barnes

Midsommer: Pelle

Thanksgiving: Sheriff Eric Newlon

Leather face (2017) : Jedediah Sawyer

American horror story : Kai Anderson, Kit Walker, Patrick March

Jennifer’s Body : Jennifer Check

Re- animator: Herbert West

Jeepers Creepers: Darry Jenner

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[abybweisse]

Someone send u an ask that a part of shinigami forgiveness might be finding value in someone else's life,and if we consider undertaker = cedric theory true, undertaker did probably find some meaning in life and laughter from meeting claudia(and he probably went a bit too far ) ...

Undertaker finds meaning in life but isn't forgiven

I'd say that's true -- that he finds meaning in life from meeting and interacting with her (and that he goes too far).

It's just that he misses any opportunity to save her from death, and there probably isn't any such opportunity while he is still an active reaper. By the time she dies in 1866, he's already deserted his post as an active reaper, so he has no proper "pass" to give her. If he can't use a "shinigami pass" to save someone from death, I doubt the "meaning/value in life" he finds would count as a reason for forgiveness or salvation/redemption.

It seems to me that every mourning locket he possesses could represent a lost opportunity to save someone that holds a special meaning for him, starting with Molly/Mally G., back on December 10, 1837. Which is shortly after Victoria becomes queen (but before her coronation, the following year). Seems to me that if he could have saved them, he would have. Otherwise, why would he mourn those losses so much? He mourns those losses because they are truly lost.

So, if finding meaning in life -- specifically finding meaning in the life of another -- is what leads to forgiveness/redemption/salvation of a reaper... it has to be an official part of an active reaper's duties. Right?

If not, then Eric could be redeemed as soon as he wishes for Alan to be healed... Alan could be redeemed as soon as he feels regret for the souls he's collected. And I consider their basic story to be canon, ever since they were shown in ch105, apparently depicting the scene where Eric has just lost Alan (Alan having just been struck a fatal blow with Eric's death scythe). Alan might be forgiven when he steps in and gets killed by accident. Honestly, if Eric had just let Alan succumb to the Thorns of Death, that might have been another path to forgiveness... for Alan, at least, though not for Eric.

In that case... Undertaker could be redeemed as soon as he no longer wants to collect souls....

But Eric instead stoops to collecting souls that aren't even listed for collection, then he's begging for Sebastian to end his reaper life. Eric has lost probably the one person he cares about, and he knows he will be severely punished if he's retrieved by the reaper organization. Alan suffers the Thorns of Death until his untimely, unplanned death at Eric's hands. Alan's and Eric's ultimate fates, after their second deaths, are as yet unknown.

Undertaker has to fight for any right to no longer collect souls, and he apparently ends up failing... then "sneaking out with his death scythe".

So, this -- forgiveness simply when you find meaning in life -- is clearly not the case.

If finding meaning in the lives of others -- if finding a reason to keep another person alive -- is how (or at least one way) a reaper earns forgiveness, it would have to be through using a so-called "shinigami pass". Because the reaper organization is a bureaucratic institution... requiring anything official to be done through "proper" (not always so proper, as Ronald has suggested, but definitely) documented procedures. The only other "proper" methods I've been able to consider are: 1. (Slowly) dying from the Thorns of Death and 2. What Sascha says about collecting souls (for a really long time) until you are forgiven. Both of these other methods can easily be documented, and both take time. Heck, even the method Sascha's talking about might invariably eventually end with contracting and dying from the Thorns of Death.... 🤨

There must be other ways, since not every reaper is tasked to collect souls, but those methods probably take even longer. I mean, if we consider Lawrence "Pops" Anderson to be a canon character (and I do, at this point), then there's a reason he's been there, making spectacles 👓, long enough to (look decidedly older and) be called "Pops"!

The "shinigami pass" -- this official method of saving someone from death -- is probably the only acceptable way in which a reaper can interfere with the lives of humans. So, if (when 😏) it becomes canon that Undertaker is Cedric, then he definitely takes his interests in Claudia/Cloudia too far. Either way, he's taking his interests in the Phantomhives way too far, according to reaper rules.

Hell, even before then. The first time he ever manipulated cinematic records, he must have broken a rule... even if it was an unwritten or unspoken one. We don't know all their rules....

Then again, I must say this: Undertaker asks our earl what does it matter if real Ciel is alive or dead.

So, I have to ask this: What has Undertaker truly learned? 🤔

[mimiwritcs]

FIGHT FOR YOU (2/?)

FANDOM: Divergent

PAIRING: Eric Coulter x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: this is after four+eric's initiation and before tris'. this will be the build up of the characters as we got introduced to them as well as maybe the society. not just a love story but we aim for characters' growth and storytelling.

WORDS: 2.8K

A/N: again, letting the story build itself. in this chapter are we surprised there's a lot more rambling and slow building of the world that we know, getting to know our new characters and just building up for the big action to come. Hopefully once we pass our basic well-known start to the story we can start letting it flow and move on from the usual narrative. btw tysm for losing any time of your day to read this if you do, truly every interaction makes my day, i'm really enjoying this process, hope you too<3

As the other people began to jump one by one, you couldn't help but join in on the conversation that was taking place in the group. A Dauntless born was explaining how he tried to help someone from Amity to get into the wagon, but they didn't arrive on time and fell down the rails.

After everyone had safely jumped off the roof, there was an absolute uproar. Many of the curious onlookers started to leave as the last one rolled out of the net. Some were family members, others could be senior officials and others simply curious onlookers, perhaps dreaming of the day that it will be their turn to begin their initiation into their faction.

The two who had been assisting the newcomers the entire time, Lauren and Four, introduced themselves as your couches.

"I can see that we are one less than expected" Four comments, since he was helping newcomers to get off the net all the time, he didn't have time to catch up. "Yes, Anderson has told us how he tried to help a boy from Amity get on the train, but he couldn't" Lauren explained to Four and to the possible companions who hadn't heard. "Yeah, I thought I didn't see Cristian anywhere." Winter whispered to you, "And what will happen to him then?" she asked out loud. "He will be with the factionless, of course." Four quickly replied coldly.

You could feel how Winter's body tensed next to you. And you did too, knowing how easy and for something so simple they lost a potential good member. But nor Laura or Four allowed you to keep still with that thought as they started guiding you inside the compound. "I'd much rather to die with dignity than be with the factionless" a Dauntless born whispered as you agreed with him silently.

"Alright, from this point on. We're going to separate you into groups. Those of you born in Dauntless, please come with me" Lauren informed, pointing to the right for all the black clad to group together. "This is going to be quick" she whispered to her partner who smiled back at her. "See you at dinner." She waved goodbye to the smaller group of transferees and began leading the group towards a tunnel opposite them.

"Okay, you transferees stay with me, come on, we've got places to go before dinner," he ordered as he led the way into a tunnel opposite the one her Dauntless-born companions took.

"Why the division? Have we already started with favorites?" Rose made an accusation, stopping Four in his way and consequently the whole group. "Sorry?" His cold disapproving and disgust face said it all. "Your name?" He demands slowly. "Rose" she replied, holding his gaze. "Well, Rose, I don't know what they teach you in Candor, but you would like to know that we don't waste time here, we have more important things to do. Those born in Dauntless know the way to these passages like the back of their hand" He commented with clear contempt in his voice. Rose stood her ground, but you could see how her gaze had shrunk. "In fact, if you have any problem with us separating you, you won't like to know that you will be trained separately, and you will even sleep in separate rooms. But don't worry, I invite you to run towards there, maybe you'll still catch them, and they might share a few tips with you, let's see how long you last there." Four suggest.

Everyone remained in silence, not knowing where to look. Rose remained still looking confused, not knowing what to do, "What are you still doing here stuck up? Go" he yelled at her. You could feel her frustration, grasping her own fist but knew better to reply. She couldn't hide the death glare given to Four before turning back, trying to find her way out to the start point and to the other group.

And just like that, fear had settled in everyone presence, you could smell tension in the environment in contrast to the euphoria that everyone felt at having jumped down the hole. How soon things could go wrong here.

Four pushed open a set of double doors, and we entered the place he calls "The Pit," a massive underground cavern filled with supplies. People are everywhere, all in black, screaming and talking, children playing. It truly was Dauntless' heart.

"This way" Four announces after allowing a few minutes for them to immerse in what would be their new normal. He leads us to the right side of the Moat, which is much darker, and as we get closer I think I hear water. The road shakes with each step and when I realize it, several floors below there is a river.

"The abyss reminds us that there is a fine line between bravery and stupidity. A daredevil who jumps from this ledge will end his life. It has happened before, and it will happen again." he warned us. "Right this way it's the cafeteria and the tattoo parlor, but let's go the other way to your room first"

When we got to our room, there was a stack of bags waiting for them. "The transferees will all sleep here together till further notice, so get in a line, grab your new clothes from me, and enter. Pick a bed, then get comfortable. When you leave, gather all the clothing you're wearing now and leave it by the door, so we can burn it. There is no room for rags from other factions now that you are Dauntless." he commented as he passed one by one a bag with the same standard black and red clothes for each.

After Winter, you stepped in line and slowly moved forward to pick up your stuff and enter what would be your temporary accommodation. You were astonished when you first walked in, since there were so many mattresses packed into a little living area. How were you expected to have privacy? Winter was waving to you in the room as you searched for her, alerting you that a bed was free next to her, so you hastily made your way there. It was the first time you had slept in a room with so many people, so you preferred to have acquaintances nearby. "Those in the back say that there are no walls in the bathrooms, not even for the showers" Winter gasped.

As soon as the last one entered you watched how Four followed them, looking around scanning the room "Alright, this bag stays here for your partner's extra clothes that didn't make it to the compound, so feel free to get whatever you need and this will be for our friend Rose, we'll leave it... there, let her keep the bed in the back next to the bathroom" he commented while approaching the bed and looking at one boy who had selected that bed.

"Oh don't mind me, this is the worst spot, I'm doing you a favor, I think there's a free one there," he said before the boy could even speak, pointing to the bed in front of the room. "She won't be with those born here?" Asked a companion. "Oh no, it wouldn't be fair. Trust me when we say we want you to have your best shot, tomorrow when the initiation is explained, you'll understand. Today is the day of the ceremony, don't take it as the threats won't be real starting tomorrow. Today I think the message has been made clear, and for all of you too." He concluded as he walked around the room to the entrance. "I'll let you settle in, we'll have dinner in half an hour, be punctual."

When Four left, everyone was silent, processing everything that had happened to them in such a short time. Four could certainly be very harsh, but he had also shown empathy and created enough respect on your end. "So we'll all have to change and live here together?" Winter asked. "It seems so" you added shockingly as you sat on the bed. Hard mattress, you sighed. "They're just bodies, in two days the nonsense will have passed to all of us" Corinne commented as she approached the group.

"Well, we have half an hour… let's see what they've given us" you added as you didn't want to think about the fact of everyone being able to look at your naked body. You opened your bags to see the clothes to which you will survive these weeks: training clothes, street clothes, some more comfortable, some pajamas all black and red, your new faction colors. You looked around you, most of them in groups, some from the same faction, others from different ones chatting or just simply by themselves as they began to change.

"Who would have thought, Y/M a voyeur" Milan teased you and quickly blushed and looked at your accuser. "What? No!" You exclaimed. "I'm glad to see you Milan, you've been very brave today to jump first" you smiled at your former Erudite colleague, even though you didn't hang out with the same group of friends, you both knew who you were, and you two never had any problems. "Thanks, I was quite terrified, but I thought they weren't crazy enough to kill us all on the first day, were they?" he joked. "Yeah, I realized that when one of Dauntless jumped smiling after you, as if he had been wanting it all his life, nothing bad could have been there… oh girls, I present to you Milan the first jumper, these are Winter and Corinne" you introduced while they were getting dressed.

The four of you talked for a short while as Winter just got changed without a hitch, and you were surprised at how Milan kept his composure. Quickly some colleagues called him to go together to the cafeteria, he said goodbye advising you to change quickly because with all the talking you had not even started yet, and you saw how he picked up his clothes and left them in the colorful pile at the entrance just as Four had requested.

All through today, you've used people's clothing to identify them and learn more about them, but now you wouldn't be able to do so. Despite the fact that you were all Dauntless, you were not all the same even in if in the core you were, and that was a thought you never had before. The burning of the clothing that had been a part of you for so long and served as a reminder of your former home made you feel a little sad. Even though we had to throw it all away, you chose to save a small brooch that you always wore and kept it in the first drawer, so you could always claim that it was familiar and hope that it managed to slip through. Winter tried to reassure you, "They are literally just clothes, it's not like you're burning all your memories with them too," and you nodded because you knew she was correct. As the room became increasingly empty, you rapidly changed, taking care to ensure that no one could see more than they should, and the three of you went to the dining room.

You were taken aback by the commotion of people talking together as if they were one big group, even though you had not yet entered the cafeteria. You weren't used to a cafeteria other than the one at school, but you soon realized it didn't make much of a difference. With all the adrenaline, you hadn't eaten much all day, but those fragrances had revived your appetite. There weren't many options, but they all seemed excellent to you.

With your tray in hand, you mingled with the crowd in search of a table, but everyone appeared to have taken a seat, few people looking at you, you totally felt like you had a 'newbie' tag on your back. You scanned the first floor and smiled at the see what you were looking for. "This way" you indicated to the other two. You approached the table where Milan and other colleagues were. "Hey, do you have three free seats?" Asked. "Only two, I'm afraid" Milan replied with a half smile. "There's a spot here" you heard someone say to you from the table behind, it was Alvin. "Sit down Y/M" he offered.

Winter was staring at you as Corinne was already seated at the other table with Milan. You would have to ask one of the two at some point what happened that they seemed to dislike each other so much, "Sure," you said smiling at Winter indicating that nothing was wrong. "Thanks Alvin, I'm Y/M" you said, introducing yourself to the group. "Anderson" "Ember" added those around you who were listening to you. "You're also a transfer, right? From where?" Anderson asked. "Erudite and you?" you responded. "We're both from here, what do you think of the compound?" Ember replied "Well, I don't know what I was expecting, but this is great" you replied while you started to eat. "God I was so hungry, how delicious" you gasped, making everyone laugh.

As you were chit-chatting with the Dauntless born learning more about their lives in here, people began to bang their feet hard on the ground, the atmosphere was livened up, people hit the metal cups with their spoons. "He's coming," cheered Ember. "Who?" You and Alvin asked at the same time. "Max, our highest ranking leader." Anderson explained "Shh, he's here." he requested pointing at the second floor, so you fixed your gaze to find Max leaning into it ready to speak out.

"Initiates, stand up." Max paused as you all rise. "You have chosen to join the warrior faction, with the assignment to protect the city and its citizens. We believe in the simple acts of bravery and courage that drive one person to stand up for another. Respect that. Make us proud." he concluded, people started to cheer on as he left. You look at your fellow initiative acquaintances and smiled. You felt part of something important. Everything was so novel and dissimilar to your previous experience, it made you so excited to see what the future held for you.

All the initiatives returned to their respective rooms in a group. You hurried to the restroom to freshen yourself a bit and change into some more cozy pajamas for bed. And despite the fact that you were all brimming with enthusiasm for what lay ahead, you all silently agreed that it would be wise to attempt to get a good night's sleep. Your first day of training was tomorrow, so you needed to get plenty of rest. Your mind was racing as you laid there in the silent with all the lights off. It seemed like a lifetime had passed since the Choosing Ceremony this afternoon.

All of these individuals, who in the past would not have ever crossed paths, were now getting along and feeling like a part of something greater than themselves. Not everything, however, had been lovely since today; in just one day, you had experienced so many bizarre things, such as getting on and off a train multiple times, plunging into the abyss, losing your only possessions and privacy, and the icy manner in which Four revealed that Amity's weak initiative would cause Factionless status since she lacked the necessary bravery. What if the ability to be emotionally strong and emotionally detached came at the expense of not feeling pain when catastrophes like these occurred?

You understood that this was just the beginning of your new life. This was only a preview of what lay ahead. And now, you could see it. Dauntless was incredibly well-organized and accustomed to taking risks: listening to instructions, putting mutual trust in one another to lead you securely, and acting without giving it any thought. They had to be tough to withstand not only the physical pressure, but also the emotional pressure of losing everything they have because of it. They forced you to perform all of these tasks today for that reason. You weren't sure if you were simply interpreting things too literally. Your mind was trained to think logically and rationally and gather all the information you could. Was it your overthinking alone, or was there something else at play?

Although it would take you some time to get to it and forget your old patterns, you were certain that you would figure it out, or else you wouldn't have been selected as Dauntless. But you had never thought so much about them in that way to realize the sacrifices that had to be made, and you felt stupid for not realizing before, that just like in Erudite, that was much more than intelligence, here it was not just about being brave and fighting.

And with that thought you began to close your eyes unconsciously and fell into a deep sleep as tomorrow impatiently arrived.

[dead-poets-trio]

Intro Post:

𓇢𓆸 hello! my name is todd and i use any pronouns. i got into the fandom recently, so sorry if i’m still learnign KJSJFJ! my normal dead poets @ is @todd-anderson-trash so you might know me from there! i post art and write fics and do occasional shitposts :) <3. i’m also a legal adult, just a heads up! 

𓇢𓆸 hello hello :3 i go by kara or ronnie, and i use she/meow/they Pronouns. i, too, am a legal adult 😵‍💫 i just Recently got back into dead poets society after not seeing it for a while! i don't have much content of them yet, but i plan on drawing the boys a Lot. mostly shitposts, probably, but some serious arts 2 <33 you can find me at my main art account, @karaboutmyart !!

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ships you will find on this blog: 

𓇢𓆸 Anderperry

𓇢𓆸 Charlie x Stick

𓇢𓆸 Knox x Spaz (Eric - please don’t call him that name :)!)

𓇢𓆸 Meeks x Pitts

𓇢𓆸 Chris x Ginny

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[str1ga]

ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀꜱ. ᴀᴘᴇx ᴘʀᴇᴅᴀᴛᴏʀꜱ ᴡʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴀʟʟ-ꜱᴇᴇɪɴɢ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴅᴇᴛᴀᴄʜᴍᴇɴᴛ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴀ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ʟɪꜰᴇ ɪɴ ɪᴛꜱ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇᴛʏ. ɴᴏᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴʏ ᴍᴀʀᴋᴇꜱᴛ ꜱᴏʀʀᴏᴡ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜʀɪʟʟɪɴɢ ꜱᴀᴛɪꜱꜰᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟɪꜰᴇ. ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴀ ʜᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪᴠɪɴᴇ ᴘʟᴀɴ. -- ʟᴏᴜɪꜱ ᴅᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛᴇ ᴅᴜ ʟᴀᴄ

private mutually exclusive vampire multimuse. written by bee. primarily written in the first person. mature themes present 21+ only.

heavily affliated with: @agedrot @benefeco @fyllakas @maramcna @faebloods @badwo1f

promo. memes.

RULES AND MUSES:

ONE . The first rule of my blogs will literally always be don’t be a dick. I don’t have time for it. You don’t have time for it. Just don’t do it.

TWO . I don't have any triggers, but if you do please let me know!! this blog will contain a boat load of triggering content including but not limited to gore, violence, and mature situations. I generally don't tag triggers unless I'm asked, but I tag things with NSFW when it needs to be.

THREE . I do practice mains and exclusives, because sometimes you just click with people and that's ok! I will follow duplicates of MY muse, but unless it's a friend, I generally won't follow duplicates of exclusive muses.

FOUR . This blog is limited to interactions with mutuals. i always follow back / follow first if i feel like we can write together. if i haven't followed you back after a few days, it probably means i won't be following back to write. for the sake of my profession (i'm a high school age educator) i will not be following back anyone younger than 21.

FOUR CONT. While i do not follow back younger than 21 because i feel icky if you're young enough to be my student, my messages are always open if you ever need anything! if you need an adultier adult to talk to about something i can always try to be that for anyone. i know how important trusted adults are.

FIVE . This blog will be mostly private. I'm here for a good time not a long time. If you want to write with me, the best way is to DM me and say yo bitch let's RP.

SIX . My name is bee. i'm 32 years old. i've been writing on tumblr for like 10 years and rping in general for over half my life. i met my significant other through rp. we just moved across the country so i could go to rabbinical school. obviously i'm super busy but i love making friends!

CREDITS . so far everything on this blog is made by me! including the PSDs.

MUSE LIST

all muses are canon divergent in some way. if there is a link on a character's name please click it for more info.

TWILIGHT

caius of the volturi coven. over three thousand. appears twenty-three. aromantic demisexual. single ship with @agedrot. fc: sam reid.

felix of the volturi coven. two thousand. appears twenty. single ship with @fyllakas. fc: jacob elordi.

bella swan. twenty-five. aromantic lesbian. note: heavily au. series takes place while she is in college and living with her dad. she grows tired of waiting for edward to turn her and instead @agedrot turns her after eclipse. no kids. only written as a vampire. fc: naomi scott.

jasper hale of the volturi coven. one hundred. appears twenty. demiromantic pansexual. note: heavily au. stolen from maria by caius and not carlisle. is sent to the cullens to spy on them. returns to the coven with bella. fc: timothée chalamet

THE VAMPIRE CHRONICLES

louis de pointe du lac. over one hundred. appears thirty three. homoromantic homosexual. mostly follows amc canon. fc: jacob anderson.

BALDUR'S GATE 3

astarion ancunín. two hundred. appears thirty nine. panromantic pansexual. rouge/ranger. deeply not ascended ever. fantasy as well as modern verses. fc: aaron tveit.

TRUE BLOOD

eric northman. two thousand. appears twenty five. panromantic pansexual. i'm here to right canon wrongs. fc: alexander skarsgard.

[scrapyardboyfriends]

If they won this year it would have been soo obvious that they won only based on popularity or bias, rather than the actual quality of the show. Like, I don't necessarily think Eastenders really deserved the awards, like Coronation Street and Hollyoaks are the shows with the best critical reception, but at least Emmerdale didn't win it. Because Emmerdale is quite frankly, awful, and ALL of those soaps deserve an award over Emmerdale lmao. Eastenders seemed to bring themselves back by bringing old, fan-fave characters back. If Emmerdale decided to do this for the revamp, what would your ideal scenarios be?

Since I wrote my other essay, I'll finally answer this one too because I did think about it back when I got this ask.

So let's see, aside from obviously somehow convincing Danny and Ryan to come back and getting the post prison ptsd story and reunion of my dreams....

Haha.

I still think if I were going to bring back old characters that I feel like would be more plausible than Danny and Ryan, I would bring in a recast Joe Tate and Jean Tate. I just really think Kim needs proper people up at Home Farm to interact with. Gabby is not cutting it. Will is pathetic. And Dawn and Billy just feel at odds with the place. I feel like Joe and Jean could really liven the place up a bit and make it feel like a return of the Tate dynasty again. Plus without Debbie to drag him down, Joe could be fun again. Jean could be a good adversary for Gabby because I'm tired of her fighting with Dawn. Like who cares. I also feel like Jean and Joe could bring Caleb back into the mix because they really dropped the ball on that reveal too since they just let Kim win too easily. I for one would like to see Kim struggle for once or at least have a challenge on her hands. It's boring just letting her win all the time. I'd like to see her at least have to compromise. Suffer them all working up there.

I'd also get rid of the HOP and put in a more practical business where we could actually see people work, not just one random person cleaning tables at the HIDE. It's so ridiculous to have an outdoor pursuits center at this point. They should have let it die with Ben and the whole Meena fiasco. That's clearly what it was meant for. Now it's just silly.

Speaking of building up families, I would also really try and coax Rik Makarem back to play Nikhil. I miss the dynamic between him and Jai and I think throwing Suni into that mix would be fun. And I would get Georgia back full time. I'd also actually bring in Amit. Make killing off Rishi actually worth while. I mean Priya could come back too but I doubt she would.

I'd also definitely use David leaving to bring in a new family at the shop. The show has been desperate for a big new family unconnected to anyone else for so long. Hasn't happened since the Bartons. Because they've tried with the Andersons but they've been so bogged down by so many convoluted nonsense connections and plots that everyone just hates them. They need to bring in a fresh family and just let them integrate into the village first. Let them exist without some major secret hanging over their heads that connects them to another villager. Let them build up to their bigger plots. Just let them clash with the village because their prices are too high or they stop carrying a brand of cereal people like or something dumb and low key like that. Haha.

If I was going to bring a character back from the dead, I still think it would be Val. Now she'd be less good now than she might have been a few years ago when Diane was still around and Faith, but I still feel like Val would be a breath of fresh air with Brenda and Eric and the older crowd. Also they could actually do something with her connection to Amy and Kyle. She could plan the wedding of the year for Matt and Amy. She could just be a lot of fun in general, which the show certainly needs.

I'd also probably try and get Adam Thomas to come back. He'd be a little lost without Aaron there but I think he would breathe some life back into the Bartons and I'd like to see him interact with Matty and Mack and maybe he could make Vic an actual character again instead of just everyone's plot friend.

I'd also definitely axe several characters: Wendy, Nate, Will, Chloe, Kerry, Suzy, Claudette, honestly Charles and Ethan at this point too, Amelia, Ryan, Gail...

Maybe I would cast a third Ellis to give Billy some purpose again too. Haha

I think it would be hard to bring back other older characters at this point because they have to be people that would really make an impact on the village and have actual purpose. I feel like most of the other people from the classic days who aren't already dead just wouldn't have any good connections to work with.

Who would you bring back anon? (assuming you're still checking for me to post this because it's been weeks)

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Hold On and Stay Safe ~Carl Grimes xOC~ Pt 7

While grappling with the death of his brother in the Woodbury Vs Prison war. Gavin has to learn to live his new life with the people who killed his only living family member. Even once Gavin starts to feel like he was creating a home at the prison things go awry and he's forced to flee on foot while trying to keep a promise he made before it all went to hell. As Gavin wanders the woods and fields alone, he finds his way to a new safe haven, Alexandria. Where he is taken in and cared for, and while those around him try to tell him otherwise Gavin still holds on to hope that his group is still out there. That Carl is still out there.

I do not own any of the characters or plot points that are not my own creations, all credit for those goes to the owners and writers of The Walking Dead.

The story will also have Carl and all others around his age (ie. Enid and Ron) will be aged up slightly so that by the end all "kids" will be 18-19 years old.

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After being escorted around Alexandria, and being forced to hand over my pistol, I was brought to a house where Aaron and his husband Eric live. I learned a little bit about them, that they were together before the apocalypse, that they always wanted a kid, and that they weren't home a lot because they were always out scouting for more people to bring to Alexandria. Eventually, I was led up to the second bedroom they had. It seemed to be styled like a young boy's room, with light blue walls, and a full-sized bed with plaid covers, I almost felt wrong walking into a room that was so normal. Aaron and Eric brought me some towels and a fresh set of clothes so I could shower and get cleaned up in the bathroom that was connected to my bedroom."We were wondering if you would like to come to dinner with us at the Anderson's home. We know you just got here but it might be nice to meet some kids your age, they have a son Ron and a girl Enid who they took in." Aaron said with a kind smile. "She came here from being on her own out there like you." Eric chimed in, in a failing attempt to make me want to go more. "Thank you but I'm good..." I say softly. It's not that I didn't want to meet them, it's just that I just got here and I feel like I'm gonna need a lot of time to adjust. Aaron and Eric both smile and nod understandingly. "Of course we totally get it, it's a big change, so take your time we plan on having another dinner next week if your feeling up to it then." Eric said before stepping away, leaving just me and Aaron. There was a small, uncomfortable silence between us before he spoke. "Don't feel like you have to come, Enid didn't leave her room for weeks after she first got here. So just, take your time." He said with a small smile before leaving the room, closing the door behind himself. I slowly walked around the room inspecting it before I eventually put my dirty bag down on my bed, opening it up and taking out the few things I had managed to hold on to. I pulled out my, also quite dirty, second set of clothes, my tattered book, Josh's necklace, Patrick's glasses, and the broken arrow. I gingerly set them all down on the bedside table, feeling a rush of both relief and a new kind of fear. It had been so long since I had interacted with anyone let alone people my age in a world like this. I think about the last real conversation I had with someone my age, I thought back to the day of the governor's attack, and the last time I ever spoke to Carl Grimes.