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starboybutler · 1 year ago

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Poor Boy ( CH. 1 )

summary: Jess Wade finds an injured boy on his property one day.

word count: 3060

warnings: violence, kidnapping, anxiety

notes: decided to start posting my multichapter clint/jess fic to tumblr and not just on a03! i hardly post over here so this should be a treat for my three followers here (also bc i wanna use these cute cowboy dividers i found). i'm already three chapters deep into this story, and currently working on the fourth- so i'll upload the rest of the chapters sometime this week to space em out a lil. in the meantime, please enjoy chapter one!

chapter 1 (you are here)

chapter 2

chapter 3 (coming soon)

jess wade was fifteen years old when he first saw his name on a wanted poster.

his mom was devastated beyond belief. she nocouldn't even begin to think that her little boy was running around with a group of troublemakers, looting and vandalizing and stealing- but that wanted poster stuck out in their small town like a sore thumb.

the people were outraged that a delinquent was in their town, ruining their reputation and committing petty crimes like it was a fun after school hobby. they never liked jess much, even before they knew he was stealing, honestly. he always heard the town gossiping to his momma about how she should take him to a doctor because 'something wasn't right’ with him.

jess never paid them any mind, all he needed was his momma.

but when that wanted poster showed up, he lost her too. she yelled at him, which she had never done before- and jess felt his heart shatter into pieces.

that's the last time he remembers crying.

the town shooed him out, with nothing but the clothes on his back and a horse to get around. at least they were nice enough for that.

but he wasn't completely alone, even then. he still had vince, who he'd committed the petty crimes with. vince didn't have his mom or dad either. he ran away a long while ago, and began his side gig of stealing from small towns wherever he could find them. when he found jess’s town, he saw jess sitting on the porch and scrubbing away at his only good pair of shoes, trying to get the dirt out of them.

vince approached him and said he needed help getting something back. said a kid in this town stole his money and he wouldn't give it up, so he had to go take it by force.

he chose jess because he was mean looking- tough. he was an outsider, even in his small hometown, and that was just fine with him.

jess knew he was stealing, but he went along with it anyway. to this day, he doesn't know what possessed him to join that lanky ginger kid.

eventually he cut vince off, but that damn vince hackett still knows how to get under jess’s skin like a goddamn bug.

after the messiness of getting out of the bond he had with vince, jess decided that he was better off alone. he didn't need anyone. all he needed was his horse- and even then he could replace that. he just needed to stay on the outskirts of any town, far away from anyone and anything.

jess hummed to himself quietly as he poured grain into his horse’s feeder, gently petting his nose as he leaned down to eat. his horse truly was the only thing he cared about anymore.

jess set down the grain and wiped at his forehead, exhaling as he turned on his heel towards the exit of the barn. just as he stepped into the sun, the familiar sound of a gunshot echoed loudly in his ears.

he'd heard gunshots more times than he could count. he would hear them at any time of day, but for them to be this close to his cabin was unusual. had vince found him again?

jess reached for the gun on his hip, placing his hand on it as he stalked out of the stables and into the hot sun, observing his surroundings carefully. nothing looked out of place. no suspicious figures on the horizon, no horses, no nothing. just the land, like it always is.

jess moved his hand away from his gun and hummed lowly, rolling his shoulders back. wherever it came from, it wasn't his problem. nothing ever was anymore.

he began to walk towards his cabin, but something in his gut told him to turn around. he glanced behind his shoulder, and saw an unusual lump on the ground a little ways in the distance.

a person.

jess spun around and quickly made his way over to the body, standing over it and staring at it, dumbfounded.

it was a boy.

he looked to be a teen, maybe eighteen or nineteen maybe. his hair was blonde, but dirty and matted with dried blood and dirt, and his skin was pale. save for the fading flush on his cheeks from the blistering heat. his clothes were ripped and stained, and jess could faintly see scratch marks and ripping on his clothes from a struggle. jess knelt down and gently pressed his fingers on the boy’s neck, feeling for a pulse.

it was there, but it was awfully faint. jess furrowed his brow in thought, looking over the boy once more.

he was in bad shape. there was a chance that even if jess took him to get help, he’d die before he could even begin to recover. on the other hand, it never hurt to try, just a little. it never hurt to have a little hope.

without a second thought, jess gently took the blonde boy into his arms bridal style, trying not to jostle his head too much as he headed towards his secluded cabin. he had some supplies laying around in his room for emergencies, maybe he could patch him up well enough for a few days or so.

jess kicked his door open and sat the unconscious boy on his shoddily made couch, jogging to get his supplies from under his bed. he set everything down on his coffee table and exhaled through his

nose, grabbing some gauze and pressing it to the wound on his head gently, sopping up any blood that was still dribbling out.

the boy twitched weakly, and jess cursed to himself as he swabbed up any blood. this wasn't going to be perfect, but jess wasn't a doctor- it didn't need to be perfect. this boy just needed to survive.

jess grabbed the bandages and wrapped the wound tightly, cutting it short with his teeth and tucking it under the others so it stayed in place. he began dabbing the other wounds and wrapping them in the same fashion, holding his breath as he prayed that this boy didn't die on his couch.

as jess wrapped up the last wound on his arm, he looked over the boy once more.

he was barely breathing, but he looked a little less pale. he was sweating bullets, shaking and twitching from the shock of whatever happened to him. his eyes were screwed shut, tears running down his cheek every once in a while.

jess sighed softly, reaching to the side of him and pulling a blanket over the boy as he twitched and trembled in his sleep. jess decided that trying to wake him up now wouldn't be the smartest thing to do. he’d probably scare the boy out of his mind and send him into shock again. the kid just needed to rest, they could talk when he woke up.

as for jess, he needed to freshen up after handling this boy’s beaten up body. his clothes were stained and dirtied now.

jess lifted his chin, gently dragging the razor across his neck carefully. he let his facial hair get a little out of hand lately.

the seasons were changing, so he didn't have to go into town as often as he used to. the heat was dying down ever so slightly- so his crops weren't dying as often. he could survive for a few months without having to go visit the sheriff for some goods. the sweets his wife made were good for storing up when he needed it, but the ride was draining.

he set the razor down and washed the remaining shaving cream off of his face, dabbing his face dry with an old towel as he sighed deeply. the boy had yet to move on the couch, but his breathing had evened out, and he had stopped shaking. he seemed to just be in a deep sleep now.

hopefully he woke up soon. jess had a lot of questions about his whole ordeal.

jess turned and placed his hat back on his head, freezing in his steps as he saw the boy sitting up on the couch. he looked dazed, his eyes fixed on his dirty hands and tattered clothes. the poor thing seemed like he was still in shock.

jess carefully took a step forward, and the blonde’s head snapped up towards him. his eyes were big and blue, glassy with unshed tears. jess held up a hand in front of him, setting his jaw.

“i know you're confused,” he starts slowly, his voice firm. “but i ain't the one that hurt ya.”

the blonde blinked, looking away from him and staring at his filthy hands once more. he seemed so out of it- almost like he wasn't even sure he was real or not. it was creepy.

“i shot him,” the boy spoke hoarsely, before breaking into a harsh coughing fit. the poor thing probably hasn't had a drink for god knows how long. jess rushed to the sink and filled a glass with water, pressing the cool glass into the blonde's trembling hands.

“drink something,” jess muttered, guiding the drink to his lips.

the boy obeyed almost mindlessly. when he got that first taste of water, he was gulping it down quickly like it was the last time he’d ever get to drink anything.

the boy exhaled loudly as he finished the water, reaching to messily wipe at his mouth, smearing dirt on his face. jess would have reached and wiped it off, but he didn't want to startle him even more. the boy’s hands were bandaged. were those bandages there when he found him?

“better?” jess asked, setting the glass to the side and raising an eyebrow.

the boy nodded ever so slightly. he sat and stared at the ground, before large tears welled up in his eyes and spilled down his dirty cheeks, wetting his shirt. his body shook as he pressed the palms of his hands into his eyes, palming at them desperately to stop the tears.

jess had never been good at dealing with emotions. his own, or others. he found them to be too complicated, and he rid himself of any feelings long ago, when he was young. the people in his town called him heartless when he shed no tears at funerals, or when he didn't smile at the get-togethers. that's just who he was. life was easier that way- and no one understood but him.

“i dunno what i did wrong,” the boy started, his body trembling as he sat up, trying to compose himself. “i-i was jus’ doin’ chores for ma, in the fields, and then,”

his eyes darken, and he clutches at his head like he's in agony.

“th-they snatched me up- t-took me away an’...they tried to….and i shot ‘em.” the blonde hiccuped frantically, tugging at the matted hair on his head.

jess quickly grabbed his wrist, pulling it away from his head as gently as he could manage. the boy’s hands twitched in his grasp, and he weakly tried to pull away before he gave in, his body much too weak to put up any fight.

“don't be yankin’ and pullin’ at your head like that,” jess scolds softly, letting his wrist go. “you're gonna hurt yourself more. it's a miracle you're even alive.” he said bluntly.

the boy looked away, his eyes still dark as his hand balled into his pants, tears threatening to spill from his eyes again.

“why'd you save me?”

jess set his jaw. hell, he didn't even know why he saved this boy. a near-dead body was a common sight where he lived, in the middle of nowhere. it was common for people to dump and leave bodies for dead around here, and jess would ride and walk past them like they were nothing but another rock in the sand.

but when he saw this blonde boy on the verge of death, something gripped at his heart and he couldn't walk away from him. he didn't know what that feeling was when he saw him. maybe jess did it because he genuinely felt bad.

“i don't know.” jess admitted, adjusting his hat. “but i just knew i couldn't leave you to die out here. especially not on my property,”

the boy swallowed and just nodded, just looking absolutely defeated. it wasn't fair, someone so young having to go through something like this. jess knew that feeling.

he crouched next to the boy, finding his eyes under the bangs of his messy locks. “let's get you some clean clothes.”

“okay,”

jess wandered to his room and opened his drawer. he didn't have many clothes, as it was just him, and he didn't really go anywhere. he did still have some old clothes that didn't really fit him anymore, back when he was in his early twenties…but the boy obviously didn't want to get dressed in a whole get up right now.

he eventually settled on an oversized sleep dress he had laying around. it was a little faded, but other than that it didn't have any tears or holes in it.

he walked back into the living area and tossed the sleep dress onto the couch. the boy picked it up and observed it, before muttering out a small ‘thanks’.

“need help getting dressed?”

“no,” the boy said quickly, clutching the fabric to his chest. “get out.”

“alrighty,” jess hummed, confused by the sudden hostility. maybe he was just self conscious. jess could sympathize somewhat, he didn't like people seeing him shirtless much either. he was almost always wearing about three layers of clothes.

he shut his bedroom door behind him to let the boy get dressed, but not even a second later he heard a loud cry from the living area.

he opened the door and saw the boy clutching his side, his face screwed up in pain as he laid on his side, the sleep dress sprawled on the floor. jess slowly approached him, his hand held out.

“you sure you don't-”

“i’m fine, damn it.” the boy hissed, obviously embarrassed, sitting up slowly. “i just…ugh-”

“i’m not gonna do nothin’ to hurt you.” jess states firmly, looking the boy in the eyes. “i’ll help you get dressed, and then i’ll leave you alone if you want.”

the blonde stared at him, as if searching for an ounce of proof that he was lying, before muttering in agreement. “fine,”

jess gently grabbed the boy and sat him up with ease, slowly beginning to unbutton his tattered shirt. he slid it off of his arms and put it to the side, moving to undo the button of his pants.

the boy squirmed, and jess looked up at him. his face was pink, and he was looking off to the side as jess slid his pants off slowly, as to not hurt him. he suddenly reached down, swatting jess’s hands away and fumbling with his pants.

“i can do this part,” he mutters, kicking his pants off.

jess shrugs and grabs the sleep dress, rolling it up as he stands. “arms up, if you can.”

the blonde lifts his arms as much as he can, groaning as he feels the wound on his side shift. jess presses a hand to his shoulder to stop him, moving to slip the garment over his head and arms the best he can.

it was a bit of a struggle, but he eventually maneuvered it to get over his head.

while the boy wiggles into the sleep gown, jess’s eyes rake over his body curiously. he's covered in bruises, which wouldn't be concerning, considering the state he found him in, if they weren't old bruises. some of them were small, purple blotches, others were deep purple or even greenish-, mostly along his legs. his chest was untouched, pale and smooth. they were obviously caused by someone hitting him- but the question was who-. maybe they were caused by the struggle earlier, with whoever he supposedly shot. the gown dropped suddenly and jess looked up at the boy, who was droopy eyed.

“i…thanks.” he mutters, curling himself into a ball, pulling his knees to his chest, looking away. “i, uh…’m real sorry for everything. i’m just not right in the head right now,”

“i know,” jess says. “you've been through some stuff.” he mutters. “i won't make you talk about it until you're ready.”

“i appreciate that,” he mutters, his cheeks flushing slightly.

the kid was well mannered when he wasn't freaking out. jess appreciated that.

jess’s lip curled up slightly, and he tilted his head. “what's your name, kid?”

the boy set his jaw, fidgeting nervously as he answered quietly. “clinton. clinton reno.” he answers softly, his eyes darting up to jess. “you can call me clint,”

“clint,” jess says, standing and gestures to the kitchen. “hungry? i can whip something up.”

the boy- clint- shakes his head, grabbing the blanket tightly and laying back on his side with heavy eyes. “no, i’m…i'm really tired.”

“alright,” jess hums, adjusting his hat. “you get some rest. i’ll be here in the morning.”

clint nods and shuts his eyes, falling asleep almost immediately afterward. jess blows out the candle and heads towards his room, shutting the door quietly.

he sat on his bed, sighing heavily. this might be a lot more than he bargained for. if this reno boy had really shot someone, there wasn't no way the constable wasn't gonna come looking for him. he suspected he'd get a visit from sheriff ramsey soon, but he could lie to him easily enough. he hated to do it, but if he had to, he would.

he laid back and ran a hand through his hair, his eyes falling shut as his mind began to run. what was he going to to with this boy once he was healed up? that wouldn't be for a while. it was already come fall time, and he would probably be a wanted man in a few days, so it's not like he could send him off on his lonesome- but jess only had living space for one person.

jess fell asleep with an image of clint crying fresh on his mind.

#austin!elvis x y/n #elvis x y/n #elvis x reader #clint reno #jess wade #charro!#love me tender #elvis cinematic universe

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jojoblessed365 · 1 year ago

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Okay, after reading @frazzledsoul Literati band AU, I was tempted to write a proposal for a Literati AU with both Jess and Rory as screenwriters.

So, I wanted to pay homage to different screenwriting couples (Albert Hackett and Frances Goodrich, Dan Palladino and Amy Sherman-Palladino, and Greta Gerwig and Noah Baumchuch) and establish Jess as a novelist turned screenwriter and Rory as a passionate screenwriter wanting to have her big break.

They first meet in the 20s, writing a screenplay on Jess's bestselling work and fall in love, but then Jess marries an actress, leaving Rory heartbroken. She starts writing many movies which gain her immense recognition, and she eventually moves to London and reconnects with Logan, eventually marrying him. I wanted to pay homage to couples who marry young but eventually divorce, especially Hollywood couples. The examples are many but, maybe I'll write it in a reblog.

Eventually Jess and Rory reconnect when they're older and are chosen to work on a reboot of The Thin Man, which gains a lot of backlash (like Greta Gerwig when Barbie was first announced) but eventually they attempt to fix their relationship and fall in love again, eventually marrying once the movie is released (which is a hit, like Barbie). This is in homage to many couples who reconnect eventually (like Ben Affleck and Jennifer Lopez or Danny Kaye and Sylvia Fine).

What do you guys think?

Tagging @ernestonlysayslovelythings @disasterbiwriter @stellaluna33 @sagesfandomspot @anxiouspotatorants @frazzledsoul @roeyliteratiforever

#jess x rory #jess mariano #rory gilmore #literati #literati headcanon #fic proposal #literati as screenwriters #a little like the Philadelphia Story #and Written on the Wind

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best-supermassive-character · 1 year ago

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Laura Kearney x Kaitlyn Ka (Kearka)

1. them going to the Hacketts' house together should be an option.

2. Kaitlyn is already snarky and trying to be a levelheaded leader during everything, so either she and Laura would clash and have the juiciest rivalry imaginable OR they'd create a shockingly good rapport, to the surprise of everyone else. Their flirting with each other would be completely insufferable. Their potential is so good!

Mike Munroe x Jessica Riley

1. the characters aren't great ppl, but they really were a cute couple, especially the snow ball scene. so adorable. i was rooting for them, especially with how hard Mike goes to try to save her.

2. they’re just very cute together, and I love seeing Mike’s dedication to rescuing Jess

#laura kearney #kaitlyn ka #mike munroe #jessica riley #smg pairing tournament #supermassive games tournament #tournament #the devil in me #the quarry #house of ashes #little hope #man of medan #until dawn #the dark pictures #the dark pictures anthology #poll #polls

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sixcostumerefs · 2 years ago

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Name Duplicates

Figured I should make a proper post with all the name duplicates. I’ll update periodically as we get new casts. Just counting queens right now, but I’ll probably add LiW eventually.

6 Lauren/Loren/Lorren (Drew, Irving, Santo-Quinn, Byrne, Hunter, Mariasoosay)

5 Ellie (Sharpe, Wyman, Jane Grant, Elysia Cruz, Eloise Lord) Gabriella/Gabriela/Gabbi/Gabi/Gaby (Albo, Stylianou-Burns, Francesca Carrillo, Mack, Boumford) Hana/Hannah (Stewart, Taylor, Lowther, Lawton, Victoria) Jasmine/Jaz (Shen, Forsberg, Hackett, Smith, Robinson) Meg/Megan/Meghan (Gilbert, Leung, Dawson, Dixon Brasil, Corbett)

4 Courtney (Stapleton, Mack, Bowman, Monsma) Erin/Aryn (Ramirez, Bohannon, Caldwell, Summerhayes)

3 Abigail/Abbi/Abby (Sparrow, Hodgson, Mueller) Adrianna/Adriana (Hicks, Scalice, Glover) Amy/Ami/Aimie (Atkinson, Bridges, di Bartolomeo) Danielle (Steers, Rose, Mendoza) Jessica/Jessie/Jess (Niles, Bodner, Davidson) Julia/Giulia (Pulo, McLellan, Marolda) Maddie/Maddi/Mads (Bulleyment, Firth, Fansler) Maiya/Maya/Amaya (Christian, Quansah-Breed, White) Nicole (Kyoung-Mi Lambert, Lamb, Louise Lewis) Sophie (Golden, Isaacs, -Rose Middleton) Taylor (Iman Jones, Pearlstein, Sage Evans, plus Kelly Denice and Hannah if you count surnames) 2 Amanda: 2 (Lindgren, Lee) Amelia: 2 (Millie O’Connell, Atherton) Ashleigh/Ashlee: 2 (Weir, Waldbauer) Caitlin/Caitlyn: 2 (Tipping, De Kuyper) Casey: 2 (Esbin, Al-Shaqsy) Cassy/Cassie: 2 (Lee, Silva) Chelsea: 2 (Wargo, Dawson) Chloe: 2 (Zuel, Hart) Christina/Cristina: 2 (Modestou, D’Agostino) Deirdre (Dunkin, Khoo) Elena: 2 (Gyasi, Breschi) Eloise: 2 (Sharpe, Lord) Emily: 2 (Harrigan, Rose Lyons) Georgia/Giorgia (Carr, Kennedy) Grace: 2 (Melville, Mouat) Harriet: 2 (Watson, Caplan-Dean) Holly/Holli’: 2 (Musgrave, Conway) Janice/Janique: 2 (Rijssel, Charles) Jennifer: 2 (Caldwell, Kim Ji-woo) Kelly: 2 (Sweeney, Denice Taylor) Kennedy/Kenedy: 2 (Monica Carstens, Small) Kristina: 2 (Walz, Leopold) Laura: 2 (Blair, Dawn Pyatt)” Lexi/Lexie: 2 (McIntosh, Kim Ji sun) Lucy/Lucia: 2 (Aiston, Valentino) Maddison: 2 (Bulleyment, Firth) Millie/Milly: 2 (O’Connell, Willows) Natalie: 2 (May Paris, Pilkington) Olivia: 2 (Alexander, Donalson) Rachel/Rae: 2 (Rawlinson, Davenport) Sydney/Cydney: 2 (Parra, Clark)

#six the musical #six stats #fun stuff

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starry-mist · 10 months ago

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S5e12 thoughts:

Renee Hackett (Mary) and Kevin Hanchard are on fire in each of their scenes together. They play off each other incredibly well. I’m still looking for a way to watch her show What Odds on which he apparently guest starred. She’s so good.

Five seasons in, they’re finally doing an episode on sexual assault. I commend them for finally tackling that subject matter.

I do not commend Joe for being kind of a jerk with his “none of the allegations were proven” when the team talks about looking into the victims of the dead predator. Yes, Joe, we know, and this is why victims don’t come forward.

I felt they could have hit Sarah’s perspective as the only woman on the team a little harder. Missed opportunity.

Joe in the interrogation room: That’s outside my jurisdiction

Me: But the Mobile Unit…

Show: Hey look, DOGGIE!

Joe having Jesse reassure him about cops not taking victims of sexual assault seriously…that was a little iffy for me.

Sarah and Karma reassuring Joe about his bad dates was also an interesting choice.

Sarah kicking down the door of the hotel room, on the other hand…that worked well.

Same actor, different character: The wife of the philandering dude they take down at the end was previously the dead notary in s3’s Mansion on a Hill.

All in all, a decent episode.

#hudson & rex

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yunharlaquin · 2 years ago

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today, on this varyingly chilly day of the twenty-fifth of december, we commemorate the death and roast of the blessed squawkcoo, laying the way for the noble chewbacca to realize the error of his ways and repent consuming porgkind. as the porg so loved to do with his brethren, we remember his sacrifice by sharing how much we enjoy each other's company...

alright, alright, alright, enough jokes! merry christmas, god jul, fröhliche weihnachten, and happy holidays to everyone on the dash from a shockingly snowy oklahoma! whether you're celebrating something today or eating chinese (or in one confirmed case, middle eastern) food, i hope you're having a wonderful day. you all bring me such joy through your presence, and i hope (as i'll inevitably forget someone) if you don't find yourself on here, you know i still deeply appreciate you. i laugh, i cry, i squeal almost every day, all because of you and your muses. you're all so supremely talented, and i adore everything you produce.

now, without further ado...

FRIENDS, CORELLIANS, SITH LORDS: LEND ME YOUR DROIDS

@graysistance / @lionthought / @commandsir / @greenscrunchy & your plethora of blogs which are starting to rival the number of mine — PUCK, you beautiful, wonderful, sweetheart of a saltdish, you've listened to the ups and downs of my year side by side with hackett, always finding the time to come up with a comforting or encouraging word. your kindness is the sort of thing people like to claim their friends have, but you truly possess it. i adore talking about history with you, spinning out context with so many subjects we speak of, let alone specifically the group wwii au. your support for my various crafting projects always brings a smile to my face. i love to see the things you fun and across, including your growing collection of legends books. i adore how you characterize each of your characters, giving them the depths of compassion and forethought that so many hold. your internal dialogue is absolutely stunning and our plots make me giggle hysterically.

@aniimvs / @scoundrvls / @honorhunt / @hellmartyr & your equally numerous blogs of which each is perfection — HACKETT, considering how intrinsically tied you and puck are in equal measure to my time on this hellsite, i wish i could you both side by side at the top of this list. sadly, this is not a tumblr feature..... yet. in this year of coding and dash tumult, you have soldiered on behind the scenes irl, kicking names and taking ass, while popping up to deliver exquisite pain, cause minor chaos, and be the saltmine you are. our discussions of just how bad a certain... pad.mé writing author's work is brings me life. your technical history knowledge is top notch and i adore all you bring to the wwii au so much, let alone the jp and lotr aus you and puck have worked on. you, more so than perhaps anyone i write with are the queen of establishing a setting. i always love seeing where you decide to set a not established location thread and to build off the descriptions you give for it. it lends an effortless star wars vibe to everything... let alone your depth for your grey and dark muses... *chef's kiss*!

@carnalstress — literal best friend, JESS!!!!! even though i've only managed to the once so far, i am SO happy that i live close enough for us to visit each more often, and i'm so glad you're back to writing on tumblr. you bring so much comfort and joy into my life with your conviction and your kind heart. i admire your dedication to your field even when things get tough and that you're trying to find new avenues in it. you are such a wonderful friend. and your cat is the cutest thing. i hope this next year is the best one yet!

@debelltio / @impostre — ALISTAIR, you are perhaps the newest friend amongst this section of the list, but you are no less dear. i love the subjects we have crossing over interests and experiences in, from living in multiple cultures, to law, to history, food and beyond. i've really loved getting to know you over the last few months, and you do such a lovely job with orson and all your muses. it is just a whole wonderful thing.

@colpapabear — annika! i love that we've written together for so so long and bonded over so many different things. i especially love the vintage clothing and knitting discussions we've had of late. they bring me so so much joy. watching you take leaps and bounds in both and produce such pretty things is the literal best.

@darkestshadeofgrey — listen, i neeeed to respond to our threads because every single one without fail is a plot i am wild for. your characterize your muses so interestingly and each is so very compelling. and even though i'm often late to respond, i ADORE the star wars tiktoks you send me, so often so much pain.

@heirite — i know you haven't been on for a bit, but i'm very much hoping you'll come back and see this! you are such a lovely friend, and i adore your ben to pieces. he brings me such joy, and with you off doing irl, i occasionally go back and read through your blog for that ben sky.walker goodness!

@notimminent — hey you! not that you've ever been truly gone but i'm so glad we've met up again. i can't wait to turn our plotting into threads for emma! you're a truly wonderful person and i'm so happy to have you back more regularly on my dash.

@acharnemcnt / @finaliseur— ame! i'm so very excited for some of the plots we're slowly working on and the threads we have in the works. you've also been so so kind. i very much enjoy your hux, and i'm thrilled about the new multi AND the ask blog AND rae. it's all so so cool!

@galaxycrxss / @hamadaxfighter — hey hey, i very much enjoy your clone squad. and the genius boy. watching you flesh out echo and hiro is a lovely thing, as well as hearing about all your ideas for the future!

@astraldestiny — listen, you adding winter hands down made my week! the plethora of legends characters you write never fails to bring me joy to see, and i enjoy writing and plotting with you so much. stay warm and i hope you enjoyed a christmas market! (next year when i go back, NEXT YEAR)

@multipleoccupancy — caraaaaaaaaa! no matter what you set your mind to on your multi or elsewhere, you do to perfection. it's been so lovely to write with you for so many years across so many genres and muses. our history threads will forever be my favorite!

@chokethelight — you you you, we haven't been able to write much this year, but whenever you pop in to say hello, or whatever version you decided to use that time, you bring a smile to my face! i hope 2023 is a better year for you. <3

@stillsails — i'm so glad to see you around again on tumblr! you've had so much happen!! i am so so so proud of/happy for you for all your accomplishments and milestones this year! keep being the lovely academic and wonderful writer you are.

@fasciinating — listen, whatever we're working on brings me much joy, and the friendship that spock and jaina are building is just lovely. plus, i've really enjoyed the headcanons you've written for that challenge, let alone your beautiful art!

to all those i really love writing and talking with but also hope todo more with this coming year:

@paramounticebound @gurrillero @fifthbornforrester @lunascientia @rubiesintherough @protectxthem @caedus @kylo-wrecked @keeve-trenniis @jaigalorad @mandogold @hopegained @ncxile @reawakcn @theysparked @becomelions @fatedtruths @vuulpecula @conniidel @withoutpeer @skjebne and everyone i inevitably missed, have the happiest of new years!

#︲ ooc » has needle‚ will costume...#i've had a week... so instead of building up 90% of this over more than a week #i did the majority of this this morning so #apologies for anyone i missed again and also that messages are shorter than i'd like #i literally couldn't tag any more people without the editor glitching out......

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confoundedluna · 2 years ago

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I posted 343 times in 2022

That's 280 more posts than 2021!

45 posts created (13%)

298 posts reblogged (87%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@emmamountebanks

@rosalineandrosemary

@ariapmdeol

@langernameohnebedeutung

@neon-sunsets

I tagged 281 of my posts in 2022

Only 18% of my posts had no tags

#until dawn - 84 posts

#uk politics - 54 posts

#the quarry - 51 posts

#izombie - 25 posts

#supermassive games - 15 posts

#emily davis - 13 posts

#josh washington - 11 posts

#op this is fucking hilarious - 11 posts

#ud challenge - 10 posts

#udchallenge - 10 posts

Longest Tag: 112 characters

#but getting back out of bed after taking a break from finishing my school work to go back to my desk is too much

My Top Posts in 2022:

i'm back at it again, this time I got a list of all the stupid decisions that the until dawn characters can or do make (some of these are player choice or determined by them, others will always playout regardless of choice), hopefully in chronological order or as close to it as I can figure - let me know if I miss anything!

this will contain until dawn spoilers!

PROLOGUE

Sam trying to prevent the prank happening by searching the house for Hannah instead of just waiting outside her room for her to show up and then letting her know what was going on

Hannah running out into the freezing cold of a mountain woods instead of just going into the basement or the library or some shit

Hannah running alone to the cliff edge instead of following Beth who was heading away from it

CHAPTER TWO

Chris using a makeshift flamethrower to open a frozen door when they could have brought everyone round to the window and just climbed in, albeit more carefully than Chris did

CHAPTER THREE

Jess assuming that her phone being thrown through a window was a prank being played by the others? and shouting at whoever it was in the freezing open possibly in her underwear?

CHAPTER FOUR

Mike using the scope of the gun to look at Jess being dragged away instead of aiming it at whoever or whatever the hell is attacking her

Chris not going to grab Sam and get her help after he is knocked out, Ashley goes missing, and he finds shit like blood on the wall

CHAPTER FIVE

Mike interacting with the arm moving in the middle of the room which is very clearly out of the ordinary and has been set up for something that is not likely to be good

CHAPTER SIX

Matt attacking the big wild elk that greatly outnumber and are surrounding him and Emily while on the edge of a cliff

Ashley being able to stab the Psycho and then not making any efforts to escape while he cries out over his wound and moves away from her

CHAPTER SEVEN

Emily not moving away from the falling tower resulting in her leg being injured

CHAPTER EIGHT

Emily closing the door on the wendigo only to stand against it instead of continuing to run, resulting in her being bitten

Chris and the Stranger going to get Josh despite hearing about and knowing about the wendigo, resulting in the Stranger's death and Chris being either injured or killed

Mike deciding to leave the safety of the basement to try and find Josh for the cable car key despite the Stranger and possibly Chris' deaths immediately prior, and the fact that rescue should be coming

Sam deciding they need to leave the basement as well to get Mike

The group leaving the revolver in the basement

CHAPTER NINE

Mike taking only a handful of ammo for the shotgun when there's a whole box that he could take (yes the game gives him unlimited ammo and plot armour no matter how many shots he makes but shhh it's a stupid decision anyway)

Chris staying behind from the group if Ashley does not encourage him to keep up

Ashley investigating what she believes is Jessica's voice even though she has read the Stranger's journal which reveals the mimic abilities of the wendigo

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Travis Hackett x Laura Kearney shippers dni <3

y'all please even if the age gap wasn't that bad - 18-20 and 56 is Gross - he drugged her, held her and her boyfriend hostage for two months, made her watch her boyfriend transform into a werewolf in which he attacked her violently, and forced her to risk her life to help him fix his family's mistake

she also can drug or shoot him, and can kill several members of his family, attacks him, and he can kill her??? where are y'all seeing the romance?????

(editing this to say that i'm not asking for justification in any way, that is not the intended interpretation, I do not want to hear why y'all are shipping them - already heard stuff about 'chemistry', this is very much rhetorical, thank you)

let her and max be the only healthy relationship this game has in Peace y'all

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I am going to say this now, before the show has gone on too long and before he's managed to pull his little PR move

I want Matt Hancock to be the first out on I'm a Celebrity

he is there to make himself seem funny and likeable and not just a politician, but a cool figure that people don't see and immediately think of the scandals he has been involved in

and if he makes it far into the 'vote for who you save' section of the show, he will have succeeded

i want him to get voted to go through the most miserable, uncomfortable trials, and I want him to suffer while he's there

and then I want him to be the first out, to be reminded that no one really wants him there, no one wants him to win the show, that no one likes him and his ploy to seem relatable and more than what he is has failed

I need people to remember that he is scum, and this is all being done to save face, and that he should not be allowed to get away with this shit

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gotta warn y'all now and apologise for the person I will become when The Quarry is released

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My #1 post of 2022

Here's the Until Dawn iconic and absolutely ridiculous lines masterlist, please let me know if there's any good ones that I miss! Sorry this took a while, I had to be Thorough with this. (no they aren't in any particular order, I apologise for that)

MIKE

Maybe we should start with a little, you know, making out, and see where it goes from there.

Jesus hot sauce Christmas cake.

Oh my God, totally, we're SO gonna make-out!

Shutters are shutted.

That scared the blue out of my jeans!

Alright! Let's get going, ya fucked up sonnovabitch.

What- are you serious? Now I gotta find a fucking keycard?!

Fuck nuggets!

All wrapped like a little present with a bow on top for that thing to tear us apart on Christmas morning?

This is the safe room, Em!

One at a time, boys. There's enough of me for all a'ya.

Got any marshmallows?

ASHLEY

Go suck an egg!

What are you tweeting?! Hashtag there's a freaking ghost after us?!

Chris, if this is your way of trying to make me feel better... you're fired.

We're freezing our buns off out here!

EMILY

Understand the palm of my hand, bitch.

It was just a prank, Han!

Rule number one, Emily is always right. Rule number two, nothing else matters because Emily is always right.

Holy Cannoli.

Ugh. Unfollow.

Oh, did you not hear me? Was your sluttiness too loud?

At least I can think. 4.0, bitch, honor roll. Suck on that when you're trying to sleep your way into a job.

Oh God. Here goes six hundred bucks... Better be worth it. I looked great in that top.

Meatbrain? Mister Musclebrawn? Matt the incredible sulk?

I found her head. I found Beth's head. ||| Beth freaking Washington.

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passportapproved · 6 months ago

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BABY SAID

Baby Said, is a talented teenage duo consisting of Italian/Punjabi sisters Veronica and Jess Pal. They ignited their music career with the debut single “Fight,” earning substantial support on Apple Music playlists like “New Music Daily” and “The New Rock” No.2 (U.K., Italy), followed by “You Killed It,” also placed on Apple Editorial “The New Rock” and New in Alt. Radio support includes significant BBC Introducing support and features on BBC Radio 1 from Alyx Holcombe, XS Manchester, Student Radio, and Radio X. Their journey began at an early age, with Veronica starting guitar at six years old, inspired by church musicians, and Jess starting acoustic guitar at four years old, later drawn to bass after Måneskin’s live performance at Sanremo in 2021. After busking in 2021 and forming the covers band AstroModa, they signed with Big Hug Management in March 2023, adopting the name Baby Said from their favorite song by Måneskin. Now joined by Holly Knowles (Rhythm and BV’s) and Maddie Hackett (Drums), and booked at the official Great Escape Festival, Baby Said is slated to captivate the global soundscape with their latest single “Mouth Shut,” embodying messages of self-belief and determination, influenced by artists like The Arctic Monkeys, Måneskin, and Hole.

LINK: www.instagram.com/babysaidofficial LISTEN: "Mouth Shut"

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Ohh, never sent anything like this your way and so I don't want to take the reigns too much! But I loved some of the prompts you RBed. Maybe "I keep thinking that something must be wrong with me. Even right now, it feels like I'm ten feet away from myself." In relation to anything Supermassive (UD/Quarry maybe) because I love love how you write fics for those games; take it anyway you'd please. I just super enjoyed the prompt lol

not-quite-six sentence weekend :P

The whole thing had seemed like a joke at first, just another way that the universe could grab them by the ankles, give them a good hard shake, then grab up all the loose change that spilled from their pockets while their heads were spinning. Things had been normal before camp - things had made sense. The sky was blue, the grass was green, and the things that went bump in the night were usually just your imagination or one of your pets knocking into something in the dark.

But now there were monsters. Now it was impossible to tell where reality ended and make-believe began. Now...

Well, now they were in a dingy little basement that reeked of burnt coffee, sitting on uncomfortable foldout chairs. It had to be the strangest support group that'd ever existed, bar none, and even that wasn't going the way it should've been...not with the other quote-unquote survivors doing what they were doing. Most of them were fine, but the Blackwood Bunch?

Oh. Oh, the Hacketteers were pretty fed up with them.

"So there I am, soaked to the bone, wearing someone else's clothes, I'm tired, I'm hungry, everything hurts, and it's like...every time I thought things were going to be okay, I...I ended up alone again. It was just...way too much. Insult to injury, you know?" Emma let the rest of her breath out in a heavy exhale, anxiously tucking her hair behind her ears. Per the usual, she hadn't let stage fright stop her from going at the first opportunity she was given, working her way through her story with tight smiles and shallow laughs. She licked her lips, took another breath, and -

"You think that's bad," Jessica spoke up from across the way, the collection of chairs a little too sloppy to be called a 'circle,' per se, "try having frostbite. And a concussion. And being in your underwear for most of it."

There was a ripple of low chatter from a couple of the others - not the Hacketteers, not the Blackwoods, but the others, the ones who'd been watching with slow-growing amusement and exasperation as their strange turf war had developed. In voices too low for the (warring factions) rest of them to hear, a man missing a suspiciously clean chunk of his ear leaned over to murmur, "Bet this is the one where they start throwing chairs," only for a woman with a garishly bright red pixie cut to dip her chin and respond, "Twenty bucks and you're on."

At the forefront, Emma's smile tightened, becoming something automatic. Automatonic, really. "I was in my underwear for a lot of it, actually."

"No frostbite, though," Mike cut in, happy enough to take over Jess's argument for her. "Seriously, you guys don't even know what you're talking about, okay? Like, yeah, sure, I know you got scared or whatever, but until you're fighting for your life out in subzero temps? Pfft. You don't know what it means to survive."

"Says the guy who stuck his hand in a bear trap," Jacob shot back, not bothering to lower his voice.

Mike had been ready, though. "Says the guy who stepped into a snare, then stepped into a bear trap, then...wait, wait, how'd he put it last time?" he asked, making a show of turning to Emily, then Jess, then craning his head around to Sam. "Oh! Right. Got dragged into a hillbilly sex dungeon. All in one night. Rip on the bear trap all you want, my guy, my one moment of dumbassery hardly stacks up to you going full fucking Loony Tunes. Walk off any cliffs while you were at it? Try and blow out a stick of dynamite thinking it was a birthday candle?"

"Hey man, that's not fair!" It was then that Nick threw his hat into the ring, sticking up for Jacob's case without a moment of hesitation. "You guys weren't down there! You have no idea what it was like, being in those cages all night!"

"Uh, hang on. A-a-agree to disagree." Chris was the one who spoke that time, but Ashley had lifted a finger beside him, the two of them seemingly lodging their complaint as a unit. "If we want to talk about dungeon experience, you...you really don't have a leg to stand on here, man. Sorry. You don't. Ash and I were in a fucking Saw movie, okay? So, I-I-I'm sorry that like, you got to sit for most of the night, but - "

"I was a fucking werewolf, dude!" Nick fired back, actually getting to his feet. "A monster! You don't have the first idea what that's like! My body exploded, I almost killed Abi, I...things still feel wrong! I still feel wrong! It's like...sometimes I don't even think this is my real body anymore, like I'm here, but I'm also standing ten feet away from myself! You don't get to just act like you've been there, done that - fuck that!"

A clearing of a throat. An unnecessarily loud, pointed sniff.

And then Josh entered the fray.

"Yeah. Know what? True. True that. Not a one of us - and I mean this, Nicholas - not a single one of us has any idea what it's like to be possessed by something otherworldly, flung around according to its whims, changed beyond recognition, and then woken up to realize, aw shit, it's Monday isn't it? I need to get to work pronto, but I'm just covered in all this gross, sticky blood!" Slowly, moving with deliberation, he straightened in his seat, the reconstruction scars on his face almost gone but not quite, his left eye catching the light in that eerie way human eyes weren't supposed to. "Shit. Wait. Hang on. That's not what I meant to say. Sorry, haven't had any of that coffee burbling away on the counter yet, and you know I'm not myself until I've had my coffee, hee hee, ha ha, hoo hoo. What I meant to say was - eat my whole, entire ass. Get back to me when you can describe the taste of human flesh to me, how's about that?"

She'd been quiet until then, but Abi raised her hands in a silent plea for them to stop, scrambling to take hold of the back of Nick's shirt when he took a single step forward towards Josh. "Guys! Guys, hey, this...I...fighting isn't helping stuff, okay? We should just - "

"Okay. Honestly? Sorry, not sorry, I'm on their side with this one," Laura piped in, the Blackwood gang sneering as the Hacketteers whirled. "You guys have...no idea what a hard time is, okay? Yeah, wow, yikes, werewolves. Try being in a jail cell for two months, never knowing if the weirdo who kidnapped you was going to let you go, kill you, bring you something to eat, or just stand outside your cell breathing too hard. On top of the werewolf thing! On top of it!"

"Yeah, like, not for nothing, but we didn't even get to make friendship bracelets, you know?" agreed Max, still nodding right along with Laura.

"They didn't even get to make friendship bracelets," Emily repeated, sadly shaking her head.

"Big talk. Real big talk. I'm sorry, did any of you walk away from your weird little winter getaway missing a limb?" Dylan asked. "No. Didn't think s - "

"Chris messed up his knee!" Ashley snapped. "Mike's missing fingers! Sam's, like, almost totally deaf in her one ear now! You can't just - "

"Yeah, I'm sorry, you didn't get fucking mauled," Emily cut in, speaking over Ashley as she yanked her shirt to one side, revealing the massive scar on her shoulder. "Don't complain about - "

"Pretty sure I got mauled, actually! Pretty sure a few of us got mauled, in fact! You don't - "

"You guys weren't lost underground for hours, trying to find your way out." Matt, that time, his usual stoic silence thrown by the wayside. "Pitch black. In a maze. Hearing something hunt you - "

"Wow. All due respect, dude? You weren't listening to our story at all, were you?" Ryan accused. "We - "

And with that, the meeting devolved the way it always did, all of the younger survivors pointing fingers and shouting, comparing wounds and battle scars, stacking their traumas on top of one another's like Pokemon cards. It wasn't the most therapeutic of ways to go about things, of that there could be no doubt, but...it must've been doing something, because they kept showing up every week.

The world was a strange place, after all. It only made sense that they'd be strange now too.

#ollierachnid #six sentence weekend #until dawn #the quarry #queenie writes supermassive #>:)c hehehehehehehhehehehehe #thank you so much for the prompt!!!! i hope this one managed to thwack your funny bone a bit askldjfksdjf #i love ANY sort of excuse to mash these kids together and it's just.....IDK MAN it's so eaSY to imagine them being friends...OR #or. absolutely throwing hands because their night was worse askldjf

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