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armandclocksitall · 4 years ago

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Watch The Night Go Up In Smoke (Chapter 2)

Paul(The Lost Boys) x Frog! Reader (gender neutral)

Warnings: underage drinking, some mind control, puking, driving under the influence

So you get to see the guys in this chapter, very little Marko which is sad but he’ll definitely play a bigger part once the story gets rolling so don’t worry, it’s coming.

>Previous Chapter<

Mikayla and (Y/N) climbed out of the vehicle and made their way to the beach where a giant bonfire was roaring away as teenagers and 20-somethings raged around it already completely wasted and ready to have the best night of their lives.

It was well past midnight when (Y/N) was sipping on only their second drink of the night, they were buzzed but still very much coherent and aware of their surroundings. Mikayla was a completely different story, she had jumped straight into drinking as soon as they reached the party. She had absolutely no issue socializing with complete strangers either. It was like she was a magnet for attention.

(Y/N) had prayed that tonight would change their social status but with every person that walked up and sparked a conversation with their cousin, they reverted further into their shell. Nobody even took notice of them and they had to admit, it kinda hurt.

(Y/N) had almost completely lost hope when a group of four boys approached them. They walked with such an air of confidence, (Y/N) begged whatever higher power there was for them to at least acknowledge them and it seemed that that plea might’ve been answered.

“Hey, you two look like you’re having fun,” the biker with the fluffed blonde hair said. Mikayla giggled drunkenly as her eyes wandered to the tallest of the group with the flowing dark tresses.

(Y/N) stood shocked, he was speaking directly to them. They quickly unfroze and stuttered out awkwardly, “Yeah, we’re having the absolute time of our lives right now.” The teenager cringed in embarrassment as the Twisted Sister look-alike laughed.

Mikayla, who was previously leaning on her cousin’s shoulder to stop herself from face-planting in the sand strutted up to the boy she was previously eyeing and wrapped a piece of his hair around her pointer finger flirtily, “I could think of something more fun that you and I could do. My name’s Mikayla.”

(Y/N)’s face lit up bright red at their cousin’s words as they rushed over to her and tugged her away from the leather-clad biker. “I am so sorry about her, she’s definitely drunk enough for tonight,” they apologized quickly.

The four boys laughed at the two of them, amused by their dynamic. The biker who stood closest to them smiled at (Y/N), “Don’t worry about it, at least you know she has taste.” (Y/N) laughed lightly at his statement.

The first boy walked up to (Y/N) and threw an arm over their shoulder, “I don’t know about that, Dwayne. I mean how could she possibly have taste if she didn’t even throw herself at me?” he laughed before turning to (Y/N), their faces only inches away from one another. “You get what I mean, right?”

(Y/N)’s face flushed as another member of the group, this one with a platinum blonde mullet and completely clad in black, spoke up, “Leave the poor kid alone, Paul. We don’t need them fainting on us.” He gazed at (Y/N), his bright blue eyes seemed to pierce into their very soul, “You two do seem like a good time though and you don’t seem to be having the most fun here. I know a place we could all go and let loose, just a little intimate party for the six of us if you’re down for it.”

(Y/N) felt their mind go fuzzy for a few seconds as they actually considered leaving with this group of boys but those thoughts were quickly torn away as they felt Mikayla’s body next to them start to fold in on itself. She heaved over and let loose the contents of her stomach all over the sand at their feet.

The four bikers all looked shocked at the scene in front of them as (Y/N) went into protective mode over their cousin. They held her hair back and held her up by the waist as she continued to gag.

The teenager looked up at the boys, “Sorry but we’re gonna have to pass up that offer, I really should get my cousin home. Maybe we can hang out some other time?”

They all nodded as Mikayla finally managed to get a hold of herself and (Y/N) began to usher her away from the party.

David spoke before they were able to completely get away, “Nice jacket by the way.”

(Y/N) nodded, confused as to why he’d bring up their jacket at such a random time, “Uh, thanks, I guess.”

“Aww come on, (Y/N), I wanna hang out with them,” Mikayla whined as (Y/N) readjusted the girl on their shoulder and continued the walk towards the girl’s jeep.

Mikayla was leaned up against the vehicle as (Y/N) searched her pockets for the keys to the car. Finally fishing them out, they unlocked the car and (Y/N) helped their cousin into the passenger side. They walked around the front and hopped into the driver’s side as Mikayla was struggling to buckle her seatbelt.

Her head lolled to the side as she looked at her cousin pathetically while holding out the buckle of her seatbelt, “Please help.”

(Y/N) rolled their eyes and buckled Mikayla’s seatbelt and then their own and started the car.

“We totally should’ve gone with them,” she pouted looking out the window towards the boardwalk.

“Kay, you literally hit on one of them and then proceeded to vomit all over the place. I’m taking you home for a reason.” (Y/N) said incredulously.

“Well yeah, my chances were completely blown, but I brought you here so that you could get a social life. The pretty one was totally hitting on you, what was his name again? Saul?”

“Paul. His name was Paul.”

“See you care enough about him that you bothered to actually remember his name. If you two don’t hang out soon, I’ll scream. You two would be so cute together, with him being all outgoing and flirty and with you being more introverted and shy. He could finally pull you out of your shell,” she rambled obviously still under the influence. (Y/N) shook their head, letting silence fill the vehicle.

“Where did you say we were going again?” Mikayla slurred, looking at her cousin.

“I’m taking you home, your dad would kill us if he found out we both snuck out and never came back home.”

Mikayla gasped, shooting up in her seat, “No! You can’t take me home, he’ll kill me for being drunk!”

“I think he’d prefer seeing you drunk than seeing you on a missing person’s poster. He might be mad but at least he’ll know that you made it home safe, I’m trying to be responsible here, Mikayla.”

The girl slumped in her seat, scowling at her cousin and their stupid moral compass. They had pulled into the driveway of the Emerson house as (Y/N) noticed the living room light on, “Looks like you’re busted either way.” Mikayla groaned.

The two of them hopped out of the vehicle, (Y/N) passing the keys to their cousin which she fumbled terribly. They walked up to the front door which was unlocked and made their walk of shame into the living room where Sam Emerson was lounged on a recliner watching reruns on the TV. He glanced up at his daughter noticing the kid of his best friend next to her.

He spoke to his daughter in a stern voice, “You had your mother and I worried sick when we found your bed empty and window open. We’ll talk about this in the morning, now go to your room.” He didn’t give her the opportunity to explain herself. She nodded her head solemnly and stumbled up the steps up to her room.

Sam turned his head to (Y/N), “Does your father know where you are?” They shook their head. Sam nodded in understanding, “Let me get my shoes and jacket, I’ll give you a ride home.”

They were driving through the streets back to the Frog household when Sam spoke up, “Mind telling me what tonight was all about?”

(Y/N), not used to being in trouble, immediately spilled the beans, “Mikayla wanted to help me sneak out so we could go to this party on the beach so I could meet people and become more social. Everything was going fine until she accidentally drank too much. Then she hit on this guy and ended up puking in front of him so I took her home.”

Sam looked at (Y/N) with wide eyes, surprised at how easy it was to get the full story out of them. He sighed and turned his eyes back to the road before stopping at the end of (Y/N)’s street, “I appreciate you telling me the truth, so for that, I won’t be telling Edgar what happened tonight. While I don’t approve of the way you went about things, I’m glad that you’re trying to open yourself to other people. Just be careful around people around the beach and boardwalk, there’s a lot of weirdos in Santa Carla that you don’t need to get wrapped up in okay?”

(Y/N) nodded quickly before throwing themself over the center console and hugging their uncle around the neck tightly, “Thank you so much, Uncle Sam. I promise I’ll be careful and hopefully, this never happens again.”

He smiled softly at the teenager, “Good, now you better get home before your dad realizes you’re gone.”

(Y/N) quickly hopped out of the car and waved goodbye to their uncle before walking down the street and creeping back in through their window into their bedroom where the lights were still off and the door still locked. They had made it back and nothing bad happened.

It was 3 am when (Y/N) finally settled into bed. Just as they shut their eyes, their imagination began to act up. What might’ve happened if they had gone with those boys. The thought made them queasy. They were so willing to go before Mikayla got sick, (Y/N) felt like their thoughts were completely out of control. Thinking of David made their stomach churn with uneasiness. Something about him seemed dangerous, even deadly. Then (Y/N) remember him, Paul.

His hand around their shoulder, the look in his eyes, everything about him seemed to reel (Y/N). It took everything in them to not lean in further when their faces were so close together.

(Y/N) felt their stomach flutter at the thought. Maybe Mikayla was right, they could be good together.

>Next Chapter<

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys paul #paul the lost boys x reader #the lost boys x reader

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lezliefaithwade · 5 years ago

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David & Goliath

My grandfather, on my Mother's side, immigrated to Canada from Italy in the 1950's. For years I thought I was Italian until one day my Mother explained that her real father (who was Danish) had died when she was seven and that Ralph was actually my grandmother's “companion”. At seven I had no idea what a "companion" was, nor did I care. All that mattered was whether I would inherit his talent for cooking and gardening. As a child, Italy seemed like a mythical land filled with beautiful palaces and amazing desserts.

When I finally had the opportunity to visit the land of my grandfather's birth, I made it a point to seek out all the places I'd heard about as a child. So, it was, that while I was in Florence, standing in front of the statue of David I was suddenly reminded of an episode in grade 9 when for three solid weeks I was bullied by a fellow student three times my size who I believed would destroy me.

In the Old Testament, the story goes that David, who is just a boy, takes down the 6'9" Goliath with nothing but a sling shot after King Saul, supposedly over 6' himself, is too afraid to challenge the giant on his own.

As I stood there examining the statue, I couldn't help wondering why Michelangelo had sculpted the boy to be so huge when Goliath was the giant? At 17 feet, David stands three times larger than an average man. Is his size a metaphor for his bravery?

Growing up, I never considered whether I was brave or not until the summer before my thirteenth birthday when my parent's separation marked me (at least in my mind) as an oddity. I was the first one I knew of to come from a broken home, and to me, this was a truly embarrassing fact. I was ashamed of what I perceived to be a major failure on the part of my parents, and worried that everyone would think less of me because of it. I wanted my family to be idyllic and though they were far from that, at least while we were all under the same roof, I could pretend. To save myself the embarrassment and shame of having to explain to kids I knew why I was no longer living at my old house on Belmont, and instead in an ugly apartment building across town, I opted to attend an all girl’s Catholic high school where no one knew me. For almost three months, I lied about where I lived. I pretended the apartment building I walked to every evening after school was where I babysat someone's kid. I never let on that my parents weren't together or that I was struggling with the reality that they were headed for divorce.

Catholic girl's schools, I soon discovered, harboured two types of young women. Those who longed for small classroom education among a female community of likeminded individuals, and those whose parents were forcing them to attend a school they hoped would reform them. Possibly attending Catholic school was a last resort ordered by the court. In any case, I was soon the target of gang terrorism brought about by answering questions in class – namely in English where I seemed to excel in understanding Shakespeare. Somewhere between The Merchant of Venice and Romeo and Juliet I became the object of abuse. Short and obnoxious, I was an easy target for a small but imposing group of girls who were significantly bigger and louder. The leader of this particular gang of delinquents was an overbearing, unusually tall girl named Susan Podansky. Susan had thick brown curly hair and a large set of yellow teeth that filled her face when she smiled. Not that her smiles were warm and generous. When Susan smiled, there was foreboding in the air. She reminded me of the witch in Hansel and Gretel licking her chops as she prepared to eat everything in her wake. Her neck was thick, her hands were large and her voice was low. “Guess who’s going to die tonight?” she’d whisper in my ear as I scurried from Math class to Science. The whole time I was dissecting my frog I imagined my innards splayed across the grass beyond the school.

It occurs to me now, many years later and infinitely wiser, that there was nowhere for Susan and her gang to actually pommel me. The school was small and well supervised and the yard was too. Unless their aim was to be caught, there was no way they could beat me up and get away with it. At the time, this logic escaped me. Instead I cowered in classrooms, stayed late for extra help in things I was already excelling at, and volunteered for everything from library duty to bible study. If something needed to be scrubbed, painted, sorted or filed, I signed myself up.

There were rumours going around about Susan and her gang. They set fire to garbage cans. They stole from variety stores. One of them had a friend who’d been decapitated on the roller coaster at Crystal Beach. Each story was more shocking than the one before. What started out as careful avoidance, turned into full blown terror.

Ironically, I’d known Susan in grades 3 and 4 when I had attended Holy Family elementary. I was not Catholic, but the school was close to our house and my mother deemed it more convenient than the public school that was a good deal further away. My parents were never concerned about what rubbed off on us. During the day I learned about the Virgin Mary and the Holy Ghost and after school my mother played Rock and Roll albums and allowed me to read, Mad Magazine, and Creepy comics. Susan had been in my class back then. She was already bigger than the rest of us, but harmless. Once she even invited me to her house. I remember her mother was pleasant enough as she cooked something in the kitchen that smelled foreign and delicious. Most of the kids at Holy Family were Irish or Italian, but Susan was Polish. To me that made her exotic. But then again, I was the daughter of Wasps attending a Catholic school. Everything was exotic to me. In the two years we shared a classroom at elementary school, we’d never clashed. In fact, in a childish act of solidarity, we both called Mrs. Flint, a substitute teacher, Mrs. Flintstone and were called to the office. We were equally contrite and that was the end of that. What prompted this new vitriol, aside from a seemingly innocent love for Shakespeare, I’ll never know. Whatever it was, her threatening demeanour was scary and all consuming.

At home, my mother couldn’t help but notice that I was at school later than usual. I’d enter the hallway out of breath, eat dinner, then retreat to bed. After a week of this she coaxed the truth out of me with cupcakes and before I knew what I’d said, she was on the warpath. This was exactly what I didn’t want. I’d been warned by Susan that if I snitched on her, she’d make my life even more miserable. I begged my mother to leave it alone, but she was determined. My mother had lived with an abusive step-father for a time before Ralph, and bullying wasn’t something she tolerated.

The next day I was called down to Sister Rita Mary’s office where two seats were arranged in front of her desk. I could see from half a mile away that large head of messy hair belonging to Susan. I timidly entered and sat down next to her. Sister Rita Mary smiled, “It’s come to my attention that there has been some nuisance between the two of you.”

Nuisance? Between the two of us? I could see where this was heading.

“It’s my belief that you just don’t know each other well enough, so my solution to this misunderstanding is to arrange for you to sit next to each other in all of your classes from now on.” Then, with a smile on her face she dismissed us from her office and closed the door.

Susan grinned, “This oughta be fun,” she announced. “Guess who’s gonna have a funeral?” And then she galumphed off to class.

Sitting beside Susan was excruciating. In math she broke my pencils. In English she poured ink on my assignment. But it was art class where she really crossed the line. I’d been working on a painting for several weeks and had almost completed my masterpiece when she and her gang “accidentally” spilled paint all over the canvas. “Oh, sorry!” she feigned, and then left me to absorb what had just happened while the teacher insisted I stay and clean up the mess.

Two other girls in my class – Vicki and Sarah shook their heads in disgust. “This can’t continue.” they stated. “That girl has to be stopped.”

“I agree,” I muttered as I crawled about the class on my knees cleaning tempra paint off the floor, “But how?”

That afternoon at lunchtime the three of us hunkered down at a table in the cafeteria to eat. No sooner had we settled when Susan came bounding over, knocked my tray off the table proclaiming me a moron and warning, “Better watch yourself tonight.”

I could feel my face flush and the bile rise in my mouth. I’d learned one thing from comic books, and that was how things were never what they seemed. The meek were often strong. The strong were often scared and bullies could be undermined. Before I knew it, Sarah was standing.

“What did you say?” she asked her.

For a moment I saw Susan blanch. She was shocked. This was unexpected. All she could manage to say was, “What?”

“You heard her, " Vicki demanded, also now standing. They looked like two Davids' to Susan's Goliath.

"What's wrong with the baby?" Susan taunted, "Needs other people to stand up for her?"

"No," I said rising to my feet, "I can stand up for myself."

She hesitated. Everyone was looking at us. Even the lunchroom nun was staring in disbelief.

“You'd better watch yourself.” Susan growled just low enough for my table to hear.

“Or what?” I asked

Susan just stared at me.

“Or what?” I repeated, “You’ll kill me? Beat me up? Hit me? Bury me? Why wait until tonight? Come on. Get it over with. Do it. Come on. You want to hit me? Hit me.” I was on a roll. Words were ammunition from my slingshot and I was on the attack. Next thing I knew, Vicki and Sarah chimed in.

“Yeah,” they echoed, “You wanna fight? Let’s fight.”

Susan blinked. The cafeteria was eerily quiet. All eyes were on us.

“You’re not worth it,” Susan grunted, as she backed out of the lunchroom alone. And that, was the end of that.

For a moment, I felt 6' tall knowing that I had faced my biggest fear and somehow come out the better for it.

Vicki turned to me, "One Goliath down." she smiled. "Listen, I'm having a sleep-over this Friday. Ask your parents if you can come?"

This was the moment. If I could stand up to Susan, I would finally have the courage to say, "Just have to ask my Mom. My folks are separated."

I waited for the judgement that never came. Instead she simply said, "Cool. I'm adopted. Come by at 7:00."

#bullying #girl power #catholic school

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candydos · 7 years ago

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CC S3E5 Liveblog Post // Warning: major spoilers & long post

IF YOU’RE ON MOBILE, SCROLL PAST PLEASE.

PLEASE.

LAST CHANCE TO RUN.

OK LET’S GO!

“Daveyyyy, whyyy” nO MY CHILD YOU COME RIGHT THE FUCK BACK

A moment of silence to appreciate the audio clip of David’s scream.

Nikki, my bean, you’re ok :D

“David, I’m 10. All my friends are childhood versions of themselves” <spits out drink> pFFFF

hi space kid I miss you

Hearing Miles crying in the booth? hell yeah.

...HI WHAT THE FUCK DID THESE KIDS JUST GO ON AN ACID TRIP NANI

Nikki, again, whatthefuck-

Neil, my man, thank you for bringing up the REAL points here. If Daniel looked like a literal bleached-palette recoloured version of David, that’s not entirely improbable.

...MAX ARE YOU IMPLYING THAT DAVID MAY HAVE KILLED JASPER WHAT-

“a big, round, embarrassed square” jasper honey, that’s like you’re saying that you’re a square minus the square (like the time I was trying to explain an instrument to my friend and I said “it’s a piano, minus the piano, and it’s a reflective sphere”)

god, I am reminded of how hilarious Davey’s voice is and how much of a burning hatred I have for it.

I deadass thought Davey was gonna start singing ‘Oh What A Beautiful Morning’ from Oklahoma.

“careful with those dangs” god this reminded me of the president of the No Cussing Club (please search it up you won’t regret it)

“Mr Campbell can go suck an egg” JASPER WATCH YOUR FUCKING LANGUAGE

sometimes I forget that this is a 10min episode.

Here’s Cameron “conspicuously inconspicuous” Campbell

Mr Campbell saying “rad” and “dope” shaved 10 years off my lifespan.

coward move: spooky island // POWER MOVE: regular island

salty jasper is the best part of this episode don’t @ me

Jasper, your intentions are inconspicuous. and by that, I mean COMPLETELY CONSPICUOUS.

“WITH YOUR SCOOBY-DOOS” FU-

so QM’s got a thing for microwaves now? huh, not entirely shocked.

this room just reminds me of Dolph’s “Yes, amongst the JUICE!” line I’m sorry

oh god so that’s how the POGs got there-

ok Davey you lil shit, give Jasper a break. The kid’s obviously traumatised.

convenient plot is convenient.

mUACK MY SWEET PLATYPUS YES

WHATTHEFUCK DID NEIL JUST FUCKING LAUNCH HIMSELF AND THE OTHERS INTO THE BUSHES FROM PURE SHOCK ALONE BAHAHAHAHA

“perchance” is such a pretentious word I love it

Nikki would totally put her life forward to save her friends I’m all for this

“David?” “So he DID murder you?!”

JASPER YOU STILL HAVEN’T FULLY DENIED THAT DAVID MURDERED YOU,,, BITCH WHAT

*jasper runs off* me: lol u ded bitch

“VENEMOUS CRABS” BAHAHAHAHAHA WHAT

that cave’s giving me strong Aladdin vibes oof

sHIT- wait what, Davey doesn’t push him in? aw ok.

7-year-old insults give me life.

Jasper, honey, you done fucked up.

‘accidentally lighting a stick of dynamite’ joke? heh

BUT WAIT, THERE’S MORE (literally)

“double dang!” same tbh

DID THEY JUST FUCKING HGDHFDFJDFHDSHGF

THAT’S IT?

...

FUCK NO WAIT YOU CAN’T GIVE ME FEELS RIGHT NOW,, I STILL HAVEN’T PROCESSED THAT LAST PART

ok im sorry but the fucking sad piano music got me laughing so hard, i can’t ever take it seriously (reminds me of filipino dramas)

nEIL DID YOU SERIOUSLY JUST FUCKING DO THAT BAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA WHY DID YOU DO HIM LIKE THAT, JASPER

fuCK IT’S THE STEREOTYPICAL SAD MUSIC AGAIN HGSFSHJ I CAN’T TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY BAHAHAHAHAHA

...

wait

DOES DAVID ACTUALLY THINK JASPER’S ALIVE AND WELL? WELL FUCK-

Max has smiled 2.5 times now. don’t @ me.

“go spelunking on Spoooooky Island?” every time spelunking is mentioned, I can’t help but remember the PnF episode where Linda and Lawrence went Spelunking with Soul but it was actually Spelunking with this fucking dude named SAUL hghdjhfhfkjh

.......so.......Davey..............invented Camp Camp?.......................I can dig that.

“so what, it’s like a Camp Camp?” roll credits.

super guANTANAMO?! FUCK,, WHAT,, IS THIS WHAT I THINK IT I-

HOLY SHIT

two words for you, Campbell: fuck you

thE MILLERS HAHA I MISS THESE GUYS

“come on, honey” mY HEART MELTED

... oh shit so that’s what QM meant about the microwaves :0

also,,,, spying on people,,,,,,,, through their microwaves (cue vine of kid dialling 911 on the microwave)

RT, DON’T YOU DARE THINK OF HAULING DAVID AWAY OR I WILL THROW HANDS

i reiterate: two words, Campbell,, two words.

THAT’S IT? FUCK.

SHIT IM SO EXCITED FOR WHAT’S TO COME THOUGH,,,, AND WITH THE PROMISE OF 2 DOUBLE LENGTH EPISODES, THIS SEASON IS GONNA BE INTERESTING HOOOOOOOOOOOO

they were right,,,,,, season 3 is gonna be WILD

#camp camp #long post #candy laments

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surveyjunkie · 6 years ago

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Have you ever disliked someone just because a friend disliked them? Honestly, yes. And it wasn’t a friend, it was a few people in my boyfriend’s family who told me to avoid his sister in law. Then once I got to know her and the situation better, I realized that it was mostly a bunch of bullshit and felt bad for judging or forming opinions prematurely.

Which would you rather own: A camera or a video camera. Why? A camera

Have you ever won a lot of money in a slot machine? How much? I think the most I’ve ever won is 60 bucks.

Do you watch sport on TV even though you aren’t a sporty person yourself? I don’t really ever watch sports unless my brother in law has it on in the living room.

Do you eat / drink at your computer? Always. I keep a stash of Lindor chocolates at my desk because I’m fat.

How much do you overeat at special occasions? (Birthdays, Christmas, etc) If it’s a potluck type situation I always tend to overeat.

The music you listen to: Is it mostly sung by female or male vocalists? More male usually because I tend to listen to a lot of classic or alternative rock, and most of the lead singers are male.

Do you think it’s important to enjoy your job or do you just work for money? It’s definitely important to enjoy what you do, or at least not dread coming into work. Obviously I am not working my dream job at the moment, but I look forward to going in, I have a lot of free time to work on homework, and I like the people I work with which is more I can say about my last position.

Do you require glasses / contacts to see properly? If so, which do you use? I am almost completely blind without my glasses. I use both, but mostly my glasses.

Tell me an embarrassing thing that happened to you recently: The other day when I was working in the ER I accidentally crashed my cart into a patient’s wheelchair. I LITERALLY STARTED CRYING BECAUSE I WAS SO HUMILIATED.

When you hear your voice back on a recording, do you think it sounds awful? Yep, I hate the way my voice sounds. But I’ll need to get over it if I want to start recording videos.

When was the last time you got the hiccups? I don’t remember

If you had to, which record would you go into Guinness World Records for? Most amount of dogs ever. Lol.

The last sweet thing you ate: What was it? A lindor truffle. About to smash this cake though.

If you had to change your name, what would you change it to? I’d change my last name but I’m cool with my first.

Do you have a middle name? Do you find it embarrassing? No, I actually like my middle name.

What would you choose to be famous for? Probably YouTube famous, because I could make a living off it but I wouldn’t have to worry about tabloids or paparazzi.

What is your current occupation? Do you enjoy it? I’m a patient registrar for the X-ray department of a hospital and a full time grad student. I really enjoy both!

Do / Did you enjoy school? Why (not)? Loved middle school, wasn’t a huge fan of high school. There was way too much drama and animosity in high school.

If you have a webcam, are you ever paranoid people can see you? I’ve never really been paranoid about that but I know a lot of people that are. My mom has hers taped over.

Do you find it difficult to sleep at night? Any reason(s) why? Lol every single night. Idk man, my body just doesn’t like sleep.

If you had to go on a game show, which would you choose? The Price is Right.

What about if you had to go on a reality show? Which would you choose then? Oh god I don’t think I would. They love making people look bad!

Tell me about your favourite TV show: Better Call Saul! I’m a terrible fan though because I still have yet to watch the new season.

Have you ever wished you were born the opposite gender? Why? Nah. Like I know it’s easier to be a guy and blabla but I actually enjoy being a girl and doing girly things. Lol.

If you had dental braces, which colour would you make them? When I had them in high school, they were teal. If I had them now I would probably just choose silver.

Does any part of your body hurt right now? Where and why? No

Have you ever found the jokes in Christmas crackers genuinely funny? Umm.

Why were you last irritated? I was hormonal yesterday and everything was irritating me.

What time did you get up this morning? Around 7:40 for work.

The last city you were in: Where was it and do you like it there? The last city I visited was my hometown. I guess it’s alright. Lol.

Do you like the countryside? Yes

If you see someone yawn, do you often yawn as well? Sometimes

Recommend me a good movie: The Place Beyond The Pines

Do you think you’d make a good model? Would you ever want to be one? I don’t know. Maybe, maybe not.

How often do you change your hairstyle? What does it look like now? Rarely. It’s almost always in a half bun with side swept bangs. Sometimes I alternate from wavy to straight though.

Truth or Dare? Truth

Do you have a favourite day of the week? Which is it? Saturday. I don’t have to work and I can sleep in that day and stay up at night.

#survey

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ethanalter · 8 years ago

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‘Orphan Black’ Recap: What’s It All About, Alison?

Tatiana Maslany as Alison Hendrix in BBC America’s ‘Orphan Black’ (Photo Credit: BBC America)

Warning: This post contains spoilers for the “Beneath Her Feet” episode of Orphan Black.

Who are you, Alison Hendrix? Of all the surviving Clone Club sisters, this suburban homemaker has always seemed the least fully-formed in terms of her identity. If you were to describe the core four clones in Beatles terms, Sarah’s the Rebellious One, Cosima’s the Smart One, Helena’s the Crazy One, and Alison is… the Crafty One? The Stable One? The Pill-Popping One? Take your pick. The fact that she defies easy categorization is at once both a sign of her complexity and her confusion. Whatever personal journey she pursued early on in her life came to a halt when she traded rings with Donnie and she moved to a picture-perfect suburb, where she acquiesced to the community’s unspoken demand that she create and maintain the picture perfect family. Her own growth has been stunted in favor of what other people want from her.

It’s taken five seasons, but Alison is finally realizing how much she’s been shortchanged. “Beneath Her Feet,” then, becomes her declaration of independence. By the end of Season 5’s third hour, Alison has walked away from her neighbors, her sisters, and even her husband because, like the song goes, she’s been to paradise, but she’s never been to me. As she emphasizes to Donnie, though, their separation isn’t permanent. Team Hendrix will reunite just as soon as Alison decides what her new identity on this dynamic duo will be.

Taking a long view, “Beneath Her Feet” is the first step in Orphan Black co-creators John Fawcett and Graeme Manson’s stated master plan to pepper character-based clone episodes into a season that also has to wrap up the show’s elaborate mythology. And it’s a strong way to begin that initiative, using flashbacks to pre-Season 1 events as a way to underline how Alison arrives at this point, in the present day, where she realizes she has to evolve or die. The episode even digs up the couple’s former friends, Chad (Eric Johnson) and Aynsley (Natalia Lisinka), the former of whom she slept with, while the latter she inadvertently killed.

Both of those actions resulted in the destabilization of another suburban nuclear family — a fallout that Alison hasn’t had to confront for some time. And Chad never does learn about her involvement in his wife’s death; just as she’s on the verge of owning up to the crime, he mansplains her confession away. But admitting it to herself is almost more important that admitting it to him. It’s all part of a past that she needs to take one last long look at, and then bury for good.

Maslany as Rachel Duncan in BBC America’s ‘Orphan Black’ (Photo Credit: BBC America)

Speaking of buried history, Alison’s not the only accidental murderer whose victim is exhumed in this episode. For four seasons now, the decaying body of former Dyad head, Dr. Leekie — the man that was on the receiving end of Donnie’s misfired bullet back in Season 2 — has lain beneath the concrete in the Hendrix garage. And that’s exactly where a determined Elyse and a reluctant Art, acting on the orders of Rachel, start to dig when a search of the Hendrix house proves empty of evidence of the cops’ actual target, the still-missing Helena.

With Donnie’s crime about to be exposed, Alison takes it upon herself to confess on his behalf to Rachel, bringing along Leekie’s remains as evidence. Believe it or not, it’s the first-ever in the flesh encounter between these particular sisters in the history of the show, and Alison walks away the winner, disposing of the only leverage Dyad had over them without sacrificing Helena in the process. Her selfless actions bring Rachel’s recent winning streak to an abrupt conclusion, and the two face each other on equal footing. “I should like to put my hands around your neck and squeeze,” Rachel snarls, to which Alison has the perfect reply ready to go: “Then we’re not so different, you and I.” After that encounter, is it any wonder why we’ve reshuffled the clone power rankings?

1) Alison In the wake of “Beneath Her Feet,” Alison has a definite Beatles identity: The Bad-Ass Clone. Not only does she have the strength to stare down Rachel, she courageously confronts her own misdeeds and bravely bids farewell to her “rock” Donnie to embark on a solo journey of self-discovery. We can’t wait to see who she’s become when she returns.

2) Helena Thanks to the kindness of friends, strangers and, now, nuns, Helena continues to evade Rachel’s grasp. The episode’s closing shot reveals her safely ensconced in an as-yet undisclosed sanctuary, furiously scribbling away in her journal. We’ll assume the nuns are meeting her unique dietary requirements.

3) Rachel The Neolution true believer was knocked down, but not out this week. For one thing, she’s slowly winning Kira to her side, introducing the girl to freaky genetically-altered mice who can shed their skin to avoid predators and, in general, being a calmer presence than her often-absent mother. Turning the kid against Sarah would be a victory sweet enough to make up for being outmaneuvered by Alison.

Skyler Wexler as Kira in BBC America’s ‘Orphan Black’ (Photo Credit: BBC America)

4) Sarah With Kira slipping from her grip, Sarah clings tightly to foster brother, Felix, even agreeing to pose for him while he indulges in his favorite pastime: painting in the buff. She may not have her daughter’s affection right now, but she’ll go home with a great piece of artwork.

5) Cosima Largely off-screen this week, Cosima’s primary job was to convince Alison to join the Clone Club in the flashback sequences. It’s a task that she failed to complete although, to be fair, you try explaining the mysteries of human cloning to someone tripping on magic mushrooms.

Non-Clone MVP: Donnie Here’s to the world’s greatest highlander husband not named Jamie Fraser. Having long since forsaken his Leekie-assigned role as Alison’s monitor, Donnie has instead given his wife the space to be herself, even if that means her no longer being with him.

Orphan Black airs Saturdays at 10 p.m. on BBC America.