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therealslimshakespeare · 2 months ago

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|| Lizards

Benny x Lu full blurb

Without thinking, because she is twenty four now and has been to the beach and has swam with friends and has lived a life, Lu shucks her dress, her shoes, her slip and dives into the lake, nylon undergarments ruined and only just sufficient to be considered a covering. It’s fine, it’s normal, she comes up to the surface and she knows, somewhere far back in her mind she knows, her chest and its scar is visible but it doesn’t matter. The sun is bright, the water is reflecting so strongly she has to squint and through it all Benny is tossing his hair out of his eyes and laughing between puffs of exertion at treading water. He is laughing at having jumped in, at the fact she went for it, too. It doesn’t matter that her body is on display, as a gruesome curiosity or an incitement to desire.

She is swimming with Benny and it’s all just fine.

It makes the moment so utterly enjoyable Lu feels like all her longing to be out here, to be surrounded by this big vast world— it’s been close to right, very near what she’s needed, it’s just made a little better with him and that’s unfortunate as he lives in Chicago. Benny shouldn’t be in the city, he should be in a sparkling lake with minnows assaulting his feet and diamonds of water caught in his lashes.

They’re laughing at each other, so much so they’re close to drowning, and they don’t have to say why. It’s perfect.

She could count each of his lashes as she swims around him, so close and so circular she’s half minnow herself, Benny’s eyes don’t leave her face and he’s stopped laughing enough to look mildly wary at her antics. She’d like to count his lashes, she realizes, she never really thought of how many there were, distracted perhaps, by his beard at other times.

Back when he had a beard: she knew that about him. Back when she stuffed cardboard into her brassieres: he knew that about her.

She keeps circling him and can’t make any progress on counting his lashes because he begins to laugh again, but it’s short and aggravated and she waits for him to explain it, she knows he will.

“What’re you, half mermaid?” there’s quashed competition in his voice, he’s betrayed at her leaving off their giggle fit to actually swim.

“You sure aren’t.” she laughs back, his neck is almost fully in the water, “Those big strong shoulders can’t hold you up? Am I going to have to tow you to the rock?”

Benny takes the teasing well, his face clears if anything, quick to laugh at himself. “You’ve got an advantage, you come here a lot. I’ve been rottin’ in the city.”

Lu gives an approving nod at his conclusion, it aligns with her own. “Yes, so you’ve gotta fix that. You should come out here more often.”

He doesn’t need to come here. Here with her.

There’s all manner of woods and water and nature just outside his stupid city but that’s not an option somehow, not with the way he’s here with her when he could be in the woods with Jack or out on a boat with Maureen. He chose here, instead.

“Yeah, I should.” Benny just agrees because they don’t have to say all that, say that it feels right and different. It just is for now and they can let it be.

She watches him lay back in the water, floating along with the gentle ripple and his ears are below the water and his eyes are on the big blue sky above them and Lu thinks that’s a perfect idea so she floats back too, staring at the sky they once knew so well, wondering if he misses it like she does- in a way that’s half agony of separation and absolute terror of ever being made to reunite with it.

Bucky doesn’t get that; he’s still flying.

Ida and Gale would still be if their governments weren’t so shit to them.

Jack never wanted to but he’d done it for the country, for his people, because it was right. From how often Benny and Jack see each other, like they’re dosing each other up by sheer proximity, Lu guesses they shared that singular motivation.

She turns her head, one ear clogged and filled with water, her other cheek so far into the lake it’s almost lapping up her one nostril; but she can see Benny floating near her, he has his eyes closed.

He gets it, she thinks, heart so full she could cry from happiness for once.

“-don’t you want to fall asleep like this?” she wants to ask him, says it aloud only because she knows his ears are under the water, his face doesn’t even twitch, his eyelids are smooth without a crease of a squint or a frown around them, his nose is ever so gently upturned and Lu wants to place her hand under his head, keep him like this forever, let him enjoy it like she does, “You could, I’d keep you up, make sure you don’t drown.”

When Benny turns his face to her she blushes hot even in the freshwater lake, he looks like he’s caught her at something she shouldn’t be doing, a chiding look of kindness but it reminds her she shouldn’t be treading water and staring at his face like she loves him. If only he could see himself. He’d understand it then. Anyone would.

It’s Benny. And it’s perfect and before he pulls his head up fully he lets himself sink a little and does a slow lazy flip in the water and she feels him tickle her foot on the way back up.

It’s much the same laying on the toasty flat limestone rocks on the lakeshore. Benny and her, burning their backs on the rock, tender bellies getting scorched by late afternoon sun, underwear drying out as crispy as the grass. He’s got his eyes closed again, lashes fanned out on freckling cheeks. And Lu is watching him once more and thinking how much she’d like to be a couple of lazy lizards with Benny.

She snickers at the thought.

“What’s that?” he hums.

Lu shakes her head, disbelieving that she’s about to embarrass herself like this but at least he still has his eyes closed, “I was thinking that we’re a pair of lizards.” And that she’d like to keep being a lizard with him and have a lizard family.

Benny doesn’t laugh at her, his nose crinkles in a mildly disgusted way but he looks like he’s gotta agree despite it all, she feels so fuzzy by that. “I think my back is gonna stay on the rock when I sit up.”

The clasps of her bra are digging into her spine but, otherwise it’s burning and fabulous and she wants to stay forever. The look on his face, lazily tilted towards hers on the rock with his eyes half masted and open, agrees so eloquently Lu wants to— she doesn’t know. So she settles with reaching out and resting her hand on the browned meat of his pretty shoulder. Benny’s eyes droop further and they chide her ever so gently for the fire it ignites in them both all at once, and Lu would love to be two lizards and stay here forever.

#those who can #Benny x Lu #blurb #Benny Demarco #masters of the air #mota #tallulah smith

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grimoireofhayley · 1 year ago

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Of Friends and Horror

Stu Macher x Fem!Reader x Billy Loomis

WARNINGS: Graphic content, eventual Smut (MINORS DNI), Language, Talks of SA, Cheating, Obsessiveness, Gore, 18+ Content, Stalking (let me know if there's more that needs to be added), Possessiveness

Word Count: 0.7k

Summary: You have been best friends with Billy Loomis since you both were in diapers, however, when high school hit, Billy's mom had filed for divorce and had left his father. His dad was miserable even in marriage, hence his continuous affairs with Maureen Prescott. Though, after the divorce and his mother leaving, Billy has been different since; He started dating Sidney Prescott, the late Mrs. Prescott's daughter. He never showed an interest in her until now… But why?

You had a crush on him forever, but decided to make it dormant since he’s in a relationship… but his head was elsewhere even after he got with Sidney. His heart wasn’t in it and you can tell. He was void with any empathy with her and lacked the emotion in his friend group, but when he is around you his true self would show, which sent you mixed signals, often making you question yourself. He was toying with you and he knows it, but he can't help himself, he has to have you one way or another, but not just yet...

On the other hand, there’s Stuart ‘Stu’ Macher, another taken guy. You met him during your first year of high school when Billy went through a stage of not talking to you. Stu was quick to befriend you during your time of strife and he never failed to miss an opportunity to flirt with you or grab at you, even in front of his girlfriend, Tatum. You took it as a sign he was playing around, but what if he wasn’t? What if he couldn’t have you just yet, either?

Both seem interested in you and both have been obsessing over you in their own ways, but they can’t let the thought of having you get in the way of their plan… Neither of them know about one another’s fixation with you…

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Chapter 1

Your fingers flew across the keyboard, typing away at your English Assignment that was due the next day.

You sighed, hearing a loud crackling sound outside.

…A storm…

Lightning flashed, filtering the already darkened-sky as you pushed away from your desk. Wandering across your room, you opened your window. Pellets of rain hit against the chipped-frame, splashing up your arm as you leaned outside.

“God, what a sight.” You smiled, fluttering your eyes.

Storms always make you happy, especially during times of stress.

You loved how the sky would light up in different shades of white, yellow, and even purple when the lightning strikes. How the rain sounded when it hit the pavement, windowsill, or cars. The way the wind caused the trees to dance and how it whistled and tousled your hair. It was pure bliss.

You closed your eyes, the smile still on your lips, droplets of water began to run down your face, and your hair was beginning to damp.

“Oh, how I wish I could be reading The Shining right now.” You chuckled, “Too bad the school has other plans..” You whispered, blinking your eyes open.

You turned around to head back to your computer to finish your assignment, though, something or somebody had grabbed your arm.

You screamed, jumping back. Only to laugh at the realization of who it was.

“Billy! What the hell are you doing here?” You whisper-shouted, stifling a laugh, “You nearly gave me a heart attack…” You trailed, running a hand through your wet-(h/c) locks.

A look of amusement fell on Billy’s face, “I’m sorry, (Y/n).. I couldn’t help but make my way over--” “Through the window?” You spoke, quirking a brow, folding your arms over one another, cutting your friend off.

He rolled his eyes, “Of course.. What better way to scare my best friend?”

You stuck out your tongue, letting your arms fall to the side.

“Alright, loser, what do you want, really? Because I know it wasn’t just to scare me..”

Billy was baffled, how could you possibly know he came here to talk to you about something? Was he that obvious?

“You’re obvious, Bil.. What is it?” You pouted, jumping onto your bed, patting the spot next to you for him to sit down.

Billy groaned, “How do you do that?” He muttered, sitting next to you.

“Do what?” You tilted your head to the side.

“How do you know when something is wrong?”

“Look, man, I’ve known you for how long?”

“Since we were in diapers..” He rolled his eyes, looking up at the ceiling.

“There’s your answer.” You giggled, “It’s Sidney, isn’t it?” You frowned, staring at him with big-doe eyes.

“Yeah..” He looked down, fiddling with his thumbs, “We used to be so hot and heavy, now it’s like I’m in a PG-13 movie, I can’t stand it.”

Your heart ached, not because of how he was feeling, but because you’ve had the biggest crush on him since the first year of highschool. You never understood why he went for Sidney, she is the complete opposite of him and is such a prude. It hurt hearing about their relationship…

“Ah, I see… Relationship problems… Lucky me…” You scoffed, Billy only chuckled, playfully punching you in the arm.

“Oh, C’mon.. You’re usually good at the whole… you know, advice stuff..” Billy spoke, getting up from the bed.

You licked your lips, averting your gaze elsewhere, not wanting to continue the conversation, “Look, Billy.. I really don’t know what to say that will help you, you’re talking to the wrong person, have you asked Stu?” You mumbled, and he shook his head.

“Oh..” Was all you could mutter, “I’m sorry, Bil, I wish I could help, but you should really get going. I have homework to finish.” You forced a smile, shoving him back towards the window, “And you really need to go..”

“(Y/n)?” Billy asked, noticing the change of demeanor. “Everything okay?”

You grinned, void of any emotion. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. My assignment is due tomorrow and it’s really kicking my ass…” You lied, well, not really. It truly was kicking your ass, but that wasn’t the reason your mood suddenly changed, it was the jealousy you felt.

“Oh, okay.” Billy laughed, nervously. “I guess I should have called first, I didn’t know you were busy..” He looked at you, studying your posture; trying to see if it was really what you said that was bothering you, but you were stoic, stiff like a cardboard box. You were hard to read.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

You nodded as he climbed out your window.

“Goodbye, Loomis…”

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actuallyjustabiscuit · 1 month ago

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So as someone who is very fond of the Latin American dub of certain Disney movies, I wanted to check out TADC in Spanish…

…and found some interesting dialogue changes.

Now changes in translation is not unheard of when dubbing something that was written in a different language, of course. This is usually done to help make the lip movements look more natural, but also because some jokes or expressions can hit different depending on the language.

And I think that’s really neat

So I wanna share some of these differences that I spotted from episode 3 🙂

“And Zooble returns to normal.”

“I’m already nor[mal]…”

So the original joke Jax makes in English is “And Zooble turns straight.” which Zooble then clarifies that their limbs just straighten out when they hold their breath.

But I think the change to Zooble getting defensive over their appearance (or just taking offense at the implication that they’re abnormal) makes the fact that they hate their body hit a lot harder.

“Bubble has those?”

This is referring to Bubble having feelings, which is certainly a good question.

It’s sounds like an insult, but I’d find it funnier if Zooble’s curiosity was sincere.

“Excuse me, could you repeat that? I don’t speak Lovecraftian.”

C’mon, we were all thinking this angel looked a little too much like an eldritch abomination.

“And Pomni, every time she comes back from one we lose a little more of her”

…this…really puts Pomni’s experience in the Circus into perspective.

It also makes me wonder how much Zooble is projecting here.

“Please, stay dead.”

Not much different from the original but I love that she says “porfis” instead of “por favor” because using the abbreviated version makes her sound cuter.

“Congratulations, my honey mariachi rockers (?)”

…I don’t even know…

My personal favorite dialogue change because Caine is basically saying “And that’s the end!” but instead of referring to a story (which is usually the context for which this phrase is used) he’s referring to his adventures.

I just thinks it’s fun how they essentially made Caine rhyme like a Dr. Suess character.

So…this…

I’m gonna try to explain why this scene hit me so much harder in Spanish. Again, it’s not that different from the original where Kinger says “In this world, the worst thing you can do is make someone think they’re not wanted or loved”

But here, it sounds almost...poetic? Melodic? My point is that he’s rhyming here, and I’m almost certain that it was intentional.

Like…directly translating this into English would not do this subtle change justice. Or vice versa! Directly translating the English version to Spanish would not hold the same aesthetically pleasing delivery.

And that’s another thing!

I want to give a quick shout out to the amazing voice actors that lent their talent for the Spanish dub of TADC.

Especially, Rodo Balderas (Caine), Maureen Herman (Zooble) and Elliot Leguizamo (Kinger), because WOW their performances in this episode was peak.

Elliot make Kinger so goofy. Like really goofy. Then when we get to the point where he talks about Queenie his voice gets so soft. You can feel how much he loves and misses her. Seriously, the range on this man!

Anyway, yeah, watching the show in Spanish definitely gives another enjoyable experience.

#this is not all of my notes on the Spanish dub btw #there were a lot of other changes but I just picked the ones that interested/ amused me the most #if anyone is interested in seeing more let me know #I had fun with this #language is neat #the amazing digital circus #tadc #tadc zooble #tadc kinger #tadc caine

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garbinge · 6 months ago

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10 Years

Chibs Telford x F!Reader

30 Day Fic Challenge

Word Count: 4k A/N: I'm realizing now it took me so long to write all these fics because they're all easily over 1k lololol. Back in my chibby erraaa <3

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Mentions of guns, violence, blood, bullet wounds, getting shot, death, and pining.

SOA Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics

You gave up the hope that the bell on the door gave you years ago. Everytime they hit the door, you’d look up to see who was there. It started with a smile, everytime you looked up you had a smile on your face, then it eventually faded to a neutral one, then somewhere along the line, you didn’t even bother looking up and just greeted the door with some remark.

“Welcome to Ashby’s, holler if you need anything.” You didn’t even look up from the inventory you were doing.

“Take your time, love.”

The voice was enough to trigger all that hope again. You felt your body shake, your heart skipped, and your eyes immediately looked up to a sea full of leather at the door.

“Mother of Christ.” You mumbled the words as you looked at the group of them, but mainly just at Chibs.

“I’m looking for Maureen Ashby.” The blond you knew as Jackson Teller spoke up, his face looked tired, between the black bags under his eyes and the stubble growing from chin.

“Maureen!” You called out, not taking your eyes off the boys.

“Aye, don’t blow a fuse.’ She also had her head down similarly to you earlier.

“We got company.” You knew that would get her attention.

Maureen didn’t seem as shocked to see them, but more so just not expecting them so soon. She brought them to the apartment out back, leaving you no time to talk with Chibs. It didn’t stop him from coming to leave a quick kiss on your forehead before he walked with the rest of the group.

Work went by so slowly, your eyes were watching the clock and the door and you swore time went back minutes instead of forward. It didn’t help that the store wasn’t exactly booming with business, large groups of bikers hanging outside seemed to deter a lot of everyday business.

You were closing up, locking the cash register and turning off the lights. As you went to the front door, you stretched up to grab the metal arm of the locking mechanism drilled to the top of the door.

“Was coming to see you.” His voice didn’t startle you like one would have during closing time. You simply just turned around to see him standing at the doorway in the back that connected to Maureen’s place. He still had his SAMCRO jacket on, his hair was oily, likely the result of a long, stressful day.

“Funny enough, so was I.” You went back to locking up the door, grunting to make sure the locks were tight.

“Drink on me? Outside?” Chibs was pointing over his shoulder behind him.

You nodded and walked towards but not without stopping to grab the gun you kept behind the counter and tucking it in your waistband.

“In case you boys brought fireworks to the party.” It was said dangerously close to Chibs as you paused in front of him before walking up the stairs to Maureen’s place.

“Mother of Christ.” He mumbled under his breath and looked up to the sky before following you upstairs.

“Locked up, sent in the inventory order and I’ll be here tomorrow mornin’ for the keg shipment.” You spoke to Maureen who was smoking a cigarette at her kitchen table.

“Aye,” she nodded, “don’t worry about the kegs, I’ll have McGee put a prospect on it, it’s theirs anyways.” She smirked slightly and looked at Chibs behind you. “Enjoy your night, loves.”

You nodded with a gratuitous smile and opened the door to walk downstairs. The noise was loud, it was incredible what Maureen’s house muted, it was insane out here. Tons of yelling, laughing, fighting, a large fire pit going on.

Stopping on the landing of the stairs you looked out to take it all in, despite you working so closely with the Ireland charter, you never went to these types of things.

“We can go somewhere more private if you’d like.” Chibs’ voice was precariously close to your ear.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you.” As you looked over your shoulder you saw how close you were to him and it was hard to stand by your statement of not wanting to be somewhere private with him. But you held strong and started your descent down the stairs. “Get me a beer, will ya?”

Plopping down on one of the wooden picnic benches, you made yourself comfortable, eyes glued on the fight happening between some of the guys until it moved onto Jax who was getting ready to fight.

“Looks like Jackie boy made himself a bet.” Chibs spoke up placing the bottle in front of you and sitting down on top of the table, his head looking over his shoulder to continue looking at Jax.

“Crazy to see him so grown up. Remember him in naps practically.” You teased.

“We’ve all done some growing up, I think.” Chibs wasn’t looking at you as he said it but you knew what he was insinuating.

“Have we?” Your eyebrows raised, curious how he was going to respond.

“Aye.”

One word, spoke enough volume to you though.

“How’s Kerianne?” You matched how he was carrying himself, not looking at him as you spoke, sipping your beer as a way to give yourself something to do.

“She’s good, upstairs with Trinity in her room.”

“How was the ride over?” You were exhausting your small talk options.

“A pile of shite.” He laughed at that one remembering the mess of just trying to get here.

“It true?” You nodded towards Jax who was starting to get into the ring. “‘Bout Jax’s boy?”

“Not too sure, was going to ask you if you knew or heard anything?”

That made your face drop. “You’re kidding me, right?” Now you weren’t afraid to look at him. “That’s why you came to speak with me, to pull out any information I might have, what was your plan, Filip? Sleep with me and get me to pillowtalk any information I had? Maybe drown me in a little Irish courage and hope I’d spill it? Well here, I’ll save you the trouble, love, I don’t know shite, I’m lucky if I get a heads up about the fucking kegs let alone club business.”

After you went off on him, you started to stand up to leave when he caught your arm. “You know that’s not why I asked.”

Turning around with speed and fury, the anger faded almost immediately when you looked at him. After all these years, you could still tell when he was being genuine.

“I don’t know anything about Jax’s boy, just know Jimmy’s boys like to come around a lot and rough up anyone who's not down with the cause.”

It was like you spoke it to existence because as the words left your mouth, the gunshots from outside the fence began.

Chibs was quick to jump in front of you and bring you down behind a couple crates and kegs. You were in his lap, his left arm was holding you tight against him, while his right was following his body and peering over the side of the wooden crate letting out shots back to where they were coming from. Your mumbled grunt of pain caused him to look back down at you where he saw the blood slightly pooling at his hand.

“You’re hit.” He scrambled to find where the bullet was to apply pressure.

“No shit, Chibs.” His nickname flew out of your mouth like it was so effortless, any other time he might’ve smiled at it but he was too busy pressing his arm against your shoulder. Despite the pain you were in, you were trying to take your good arm and reach for your waistband.

“Stop squirming, you’ll bleed out.” He whispered it so he didn’t compromise your position.

“I’m trying to get my gun.” You whispered back.

That’s when his eyes fell on your pants and saw the handle of the gun. He knew he was low on ammo, one of the reasons why he stopped shooting haphazardly along with the fact that you were bleeding all over the place.

He reached down to grab the gun from you and you practically slapped him with your head as you turned up to look at him.

“What are you doing?! That’s MY gun, let me shoot at them.”

“Trust me, I much rather you have it, love.” Chibs said with humor knowing very well that you could easily take out a person for every bullet in the magazine. “But you can’t even reach for it, so I’m afraid I’m going to have to use it.”

“Might as well shoot me with it while you’re at it.” You said jokingly, out of frustration, as you leaned over so Chibs could grab it.

“Hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but someone already beat me to it.” He was leaning over himself now and looking to see where the shooting was but it had just stopped and the sound of tires squealing filled the air.

After a brief second of silence, the terror and chaos on the lot began. Yells and screams replaced the silence. You heard the SAMCRO boys calling out for one another, you heard other names first but then you heard them call out for the man who was stopping you from bleeding out.

“Over here! We’re hit!” He yelled out, now trying to adjust you in the best way possible.

“We aren’t shit, Filip, I’m hit!” You corrected him despite part of you being smug by his use of we.

“Love the commitment to the attitude, love, but let’s focus on just keeping you from bleeding out.”

Jax materialized in front of you and was helping to stand the both of you up. Chibs moved in front of you now, still holding your shoulder with pressure, but the blood was still dripping down your chest.

“We gotta bring her upstairs.”

“Yea, her and a few others.” Jax said as he looked quickly at the lot where a good chunk of people were injured, some likely dead.

“I’m fine, I’m fine, just give me a patch up and take care of me last, it’s my shoulder not an artery, I’m dripping blood because you’re using the arm of your jacket to apply pressure, give me gauze or something.”

“Hap!” Jax yelled and within seconds the bald, tall, skinny, and a little bit scary man appeared. “Get a rag or a shirt or something and come put pressure on this and then bring her upstairs.” Just as quick as Jax was delivering orders was as quick as both of them were walking away.

Now with Chibs in front of you, the only thing you could really do was look at him. The adrenaline was obviously still coursing through both of your bodies as your chests rose and fall. Your grip on him was tight and as the two of you just stood there with the madness happening around you. The reality began to settle in and the pain in your shoulder started to throb and to make matters worse you started to take in the scene around you.

The screaming was now more apparent and you heard it alongside the ringing in your ears. As your mouth opened, and your heart sped up, your voice got hitched in your throat and almost inaudible sound came from your mouth. A hand was then cupping your cheek and lightly pushing your head to face forward. That’s when you looked at his eyes and they were calm, and grounded while yours must’ve looked panicked and worried.

“Breathe.” He said it so soft it was insane to think someone could be so relaxed at a moment like this. In fact, you had once been the type to be relaxed at moments like this, years ago, which at this moment felt like lifetimes ago. But all that changed when you were shot, the first time, in a situation so similar to this.

“I know what’s happening and you just gotta breathe.” Chibs spoke again, this time wiping the tear from your cheek with his thumb, while his other hand pressed against your shoulder.

Before you could answer, Happy had come back and everything changed within seconds. Chibs was no longer applying pressure to your wound, Happy was, and you were being rushed up the stairs.

You took one more look around and saw Chibs helping Jax with the chaos, and that’s when you told yourself to keep it together. As you were ushered up the stairs, you swallowed your panic and just fully went into disassociation.

“So why they call you Happy?” You spoke to the man who was applying rough pressure to your shoulder now.

“Because I’m a happy guy.” He grunted, not bothering to look you in the eye when he spoke.

As you reached the top quarter of the steps, only about 7 of them left, the door swung open. You expected to see Maureen but instead were met with Trinity and Kerianne looking mortified and curious as to what was happening.

“Inside, NOW!” You yelled at them as you made it up the rest of the stairs.

“Just like that.” Happy was a little impressed by your shout and comparing his explanation of himself being a happy guy to your outburst.

Both of you stepped into the house and Maureen appeared and yelled similarly at the girls but ordered them to grab first aid.

“Bring her here.” Maureen was clearing off the kitchen table. Happy helped you up on the table and stood there pressing the rag deep into your shoulder. It worked, the blood had stopped dripping down your body, you felt the throbbing ten times now.

The chaos continued around you, you heard Chib’s voice a few times, giving medical orders, a few of the other guys too.

“Talk to me, Happy.” It was the only way your mind wasn’t going to spiral.

“Uh,” He said thinking of what to say, he wasn’t much of a chatter, he just did what he was told and killed people.

“Think of something, anything.” You begged him as the panic started to set back in. “Talk to me about the fucking weather, about your hobbies, about your fucking favorite food, I don’t care, Happy but I need you to talk to me.” Your eyes were burning into his skull.

“I like noodles.” He said confidently.

“Noodles?” You questioned as you let out a laughy breath.

“Noodles.” He nodded.

“Well Happy, I make a mean Lo Mein and after this, I’ll owe you a meal.”

There was a slight smirk to Happy’s face before he nodded. “Does it hurt?”

“Not my first time being shot, so the pain’s familiar.” You spoke up through your gritted teeth.

Happy leaned down to show you the scar on his head that looked about a year old. “Not my first rodeo either.”

“Forgive me, Happy, but that doesn’t surprise me.” You laughed.

“Why?” He genuinely looked confused.

“You’re terrifying, Happy.” Your head now was turned the other way trying to get a glimpse at what was happening down the hall.

“Thank you.” This time his smile was large as he accepted what he thought was a compliment.

What felt like hours passed but it was likely only minutes. The sweat was starting to pool at your forehead, the chills were starting to take over your autonomy. It was obviously alarming enough because Happy was calling out for help.

One of the guys from the SAMBEL charter, Paddy, Chib’s nephew, came over and immediately started to pour liquid down your arm and grab whatever he could to pull the bullet out of your shoulder. Your screams were drowning out everything around you. As a few more people moved around you to help, you hoped one of them would be him but when you didn’t see his face, you didn’t have enough time to ask for him because everything eventually went to black.

You woke up feeling someone rubbing your leg, the pain in your arm was more achey now, more stiff, and you felt exhausted. Sitting up, you saw Chibs at the foot of the bed you were in.

“Trinity’s room?” You looked around taking in the posters and chachkeys around the room.

“Aye.” He nodded, not looking at you.

“I yelled at the girls earlier, told ‘em to go inside, think I scared ‘em.”

“You did.” Chibs let out a chuckle. “But it was good, they needed to be scared so they stayed inside.”

“You scared me too.” His head turned to look at you for the first time since you woke up. “I was patching up this lad who got a bullet to his abdomen. Heard your screams, reminded me of–.” His sentence stopped short, his words getting stuck in his throat.

“To your point, it was extremely reminiscent of what happened all those years ago.” You bent your legs closer to you and patted the bed for him to get closer to you. “Paddy sewed me up good, though.” You referred to his nephew who was the one taking care of you, your eyes looking down at the gauze on your shoulder, a little blood was leaking through but it was normal.

“Yea, after he spent 5 minutes trying to find the bullet in you that went straight through, the dumb lad.” Chibs shook his head at the stupidity of his nephew.

“Just didn’t want me losing my life on a kitchen table in Belfast.” You shrugged with one shoulder, your good one. “Reminds me of another Scottish lad.”

“You, uh, wanna come back to the states with me?” Chibs’ face was frowning, he was confused like he was trying to figure out what to do.

“If it was that simple, I would’ve come with you when this first happened.”

“When this first happened, I was in the IRA, this is different now, the club can protect you, I can protect you. Take you away from here, from Jimmy, from the mess of this Irish Catholic shiteshow.”

“What would I do in the lovely United of States?” You asked him, entertaining his idea.

“Could run the books at T M, could get you something at the club, or I don’t know, you could just be an ol’ lady.”

“Ahhh yes, where I wait for you to come home and sit completely in the dark on everything happening, does that sound like my type of life, love?.”

“Doesn’t sound too far off from what you’re doing now, love.” A female voice sent both of your gazes to the door to see Gemma holding a tray with an orange pill bottle, a bowl of oatmeal and a glass of tea

“Gemma.” The greeting wasn’t cold persay, but it definitely wasn’t a warm welcome.

“Meds.” She lifted the tray and placed it on the desk to your right. “Don’t let your stubbornness stand in the way of your happiness.”

There were a million things you could respond back to her with, but you weren’t exactly in the best position to argue with her, nor did you honestly want to.

“All I’m saying is, we’d be happy to have you.” It was said in the most kind way for Gemma, still with a little control and attitude in her tone, but probably as genuine as she could be.

Chibs stood up to grab the medicine and bowl of porridge for you, placing it on the nightstand so it was easily reachable.

Before either of you could speak to what Gemma said, Jax was knocking on the door.

“Sorry to interrupt. Just wanted to check in.” He wasn’t cleaned up at all, there were still smudges of blood on his neck, his shirt, in his hair.

“It’s like a bus station in here anyway, the more the merrier.” You waved him in.

“Just wanted to see how you’re feeling, darlin’.” He didn’t step in further, just stayed leaning on the door.

“Like shite.” You laughed as you popped the pill into your mouth and grabbed the mug of tea to wash it down. “How’s Happy? Hope I didn’t give ‘em a scare when I passed out.”

Jax laughed, “I think you made an impression on him. He keeps talking about how you’re gonna make him Lo Mein?” Jax spoke confused but with a chuckle.

“Glad I could provide a silver lining.”

‘Maureen told me to give you these.” The packaged gauze was lifted up and then tossed on the desk next to the tray.

“We should probably change those out soon.” Chibs nodded to the exposed shoulder that had the bloody gauze on it.

“Couldn’t help but overhear.” Jax raised his eyebrows, knowing his window was closing, he didn’t want to interrupt an intimate moment of bandage changes between you. “And for what it’s worth, we’d love to have you.”

“Would love to sit in anxiety in tandem with the other SAMCRO women.” You teased.

“Yea,” Jax’s head fell. “Well, you could do that with Tara, at the hospital, where she works, as a doctor.” It was a humble brag that usually didn’t work in Jax’s favor, people tended to look at their relationship with confusion and wonder but he knew it’d help Chibs in this situation.

You took in what he said, your idea of an ol’ lady was very old school, very misogynistic, and you were absolutely positive it still was, but hearing that Jax’s ol’ lady was a doctor, had her own path, well that was something that sat differently with you.

“Coulda used her here, instead of Paddy.” This was your way of making light of the conversation, not wanting it to feel too heavy since you knew it was exactly that for Chibs.

Jax smiled and looked at the ground and nodded. “Well, if you were in Charming you’d be taken care of.” And with that statement he was kicking off the door. “Holler if you need anything.” It was his way of lightening the mood, repeating what you said when they first arrived, trying to convince you to come back home with them.

Chibs was starting to take your bandage off, not in the mood for the airy back and forth. He looked at the bullet wound and then his eyes flashed down to your hip where he knew where your other wound was. “This one isn’t going to heal as nicely as the one I patched up.” He was tossing the bloody bandage in the trash.

You lifted your shirt to show the first scar. “But it’ll make for a good story.”

“Everyone in Charming will love to hear it.” He tried to be nonchalant but it was everything but.

“I can’t just jump into this, Filip. I haven’t seen you in almost a decade. Haven’t heard from you, not a note, not a phone call, nothing. And now I’m just supposed to give up my life to come with you to a whole other country?”

“Well it ain’t like we’re leaving yet.” He was placing the new bandage over the wound. “We could spend some time together, catch up, you could make your decision once we’re getting on the cargo plane to go home.”

“Cargo plane?” You raised your eyebrows and laughed. “You sure keep me on my toes, Filip.”

He laughed, bringing his hand up to your face, cupping your cheek again. “I love you, lass.” His lips were moving onto yours and you melted into it. This was the only medicine you needed, it made every thought of pain and ache fade to nothing.

Pulling away, he rested his forehead on yours and sighed. “And when I’m out, you could uh, catch up on these.” His hand was reaching into his jacket and a pile of letters were being dropped to the bed. “I did write. Just never sent ‘em. Really thought not bein’ in your life would be better but I never stopped thinkin’ of ya.”

Staring at the letters, you let it all sink in. You were weighing the options, even though you knew which one you’d end up with.

“Stay with me? Here?” You moved over on the bed so he could slide in next to you. “Tell me about the last 10 years.”

#SOA #Sons Of Anarchy #SOA fanfic #sons of anarchy fanfic #Chibs Telford #Chibs x Reader #Chibs x You #Chibs Telford x You #Chibs Telford x Reader #garbinge #my writing

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applesaucesims · 10 months ago

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Kenneth's birthday party had been up and running for a bit, and Maureen had just served dinner, when Emma quickly pulled her brother aside and into the kitchen. The news she had to share required privacy for now.

Although she was only in the early days of her second pregnancy, Emma figured that Ken's birthday was a good opportunity to let him know already. He loved his role as Louis's uncle, so she knew this would bring some extra joy for his special day.

Right after the announcement, the siblings heard their mother calling from the other room. It was time for Kenneth to blow out his candles in front of everybody, so they could finally start their meal.

Kenneth entered adulthood with excitement. His interest in music had grown into a real talent, and now that he did not have to worry about school, he could finally focus all of his time on it.

[TRANSCRIPT]

Emma: "Sorry to drag you away from the party, Kenny."

Kenneth: "Don't worry, I could use a quick break. What's up?"

Emma: "Well, I didn't want to take away the attention, but I thought you could have the honour of knowing early. Being the birthday kid and all that."

Emma: "It looks like you're becoming an uncle yet again!"

Kenneth: "Really Emma? That's amazing! I'm so happy for you! And for me, of course."

*Emma laughs*

#ts4 decades challenge #ts4 #sims 4 #ts4 legacy #1930s #emma jones #kenneth jones #niall mcgregor #louis mcgregor #edward darwin jones #maureen baker #christine rockwell #parker dickens #harriet dickens #sean dickens #darrel dickens #there's more people but you can't see them so

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expirisims · 2 months ago

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Broken Home

Welcome to the Lum household! I know it's been super long since I've updated this playthrough extensively, but you may remember that Lilly kicked Lawerence out of the home. ( like I said in my previous post...never been a big fan of Lilly in my game.) Anyway, Theodore and Petunia, the family dog really miss him. And the house seems so empty without him.

Looks like Petunia is out to greet Andrew, who is walking the dog...(Molly?) OMG! I can never remember that poor pup's name!

Meanwhile Lilly is about nine months pregnant so she's back to bed after breakfast. Almost due to deliver the new baby and overdue for a good makeover...

As was Teddy. I normally wait until round two to allow makeovers, however, I've decided that Bin families are the exception. They've been rocking the old EA look for long enough to deserve a little early refresh! LOL!

Ooh, looks like there's another new pairing around town! I think these two make a good pairing.

The library looks like a popular hangout today!

Just another random picture looking at the surrounding world through windows. I'm such a nerd.

Wow Lilly! Where are you hiding that baby!!??

Looks like Petunia has been left out for the night.

You think Lilly? Are you starting to feel bad about kicking your kid completely out of your life? I wouldn't be so hard on her if I didn't know that Lawerence tends to be a good kid, so I don't think it's a behavioral issue with him.

Real nice Bella...gotta kick em while they're down, huh.

OMG! Twins! Bahahaha! That's all these two needed!

OMG! A new Garrett baby!

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tellurian-in-aristasia · 3 months ago

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A quick guide to who's who in The Coming Age / early Madrian writing.

Sister Angelina, Lady Alethea FiaMoura - Priscilla Langridge, later known as the Mushroom Princess or Cure Dolly. Sister Chrysothemis - Maureen Evans, one of the earliest Madrians, who lived in the same flat as Priscilla when the early volumes of The Coming Age were published, under the same address. The BBC Podcast about St. Bride's believes that she was the programmer of the mid 1980s video games. Sister Julia - Uncertain, but presumably she would be either Miss Langridge or Miss Evans. But this is based entirely on my own personal feelings and could be entirely wrong. She is the Maidrian being interviewed in the Filianism Origins blog post. Madria Moura, Phoebe - The only annointed Madrian priestess at the time, Priscilla would have been her understudy, given the last name "FiaMoura". Mary Scarlett - Later used the much more well-known name "Miss Martindale". Sources for identifying these individuals is the Madrian Deanic Resources blog and associated Facebook page, which was penned by a woman who lived with the Madrians in the mid to late 1980s and appears to be personally familiar with the people she was speaking of, as well as the Filianism Origins interview. Other associated names can be found in this blog post, however, not all of them were used for The Coming Age.

#lux madriana #priscilla langridge #filianism #miss martindale #the coming age #madrianism #filianic writings #maureen evans #madria moura

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ericmicael · 1 year ago

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Does ElsaMaren have a real chance of being canon considering how Disney treated ValCarol and is treating WolfWren?

VALCAROL

In the first Captain Marvel film, the fandom created a strong shipp between Carol and Maria Rambeau. A certain headcanon that has emerged is that Carol is the stepmother of Monica, Maria's daughter, and in fact the three seemed to live as a family with Monica having two mothers.

The first time Valkyrie and Carol met on screen was in "Endgame", and even with just quick glances the fans shipped, we are like that for sapphic shipps. But the most interesting thing was that Brie Larson (Carol) and Tessa Thompson (Valkyrie) really embraced the shipp, although Brie didn't abandon her shipp with War Machine (Carol's canon romantic couple in the comics), but it was always interactions about the ValCarol shipp on Brie's part were much louder.

I consider that Valkyrie was a replacement for Maria, Maria was the main shipp, but as she died Valkyrie seemed to be a good candidate for a replacement since the headcanon of Carol Danvers/Captain Marvel being a lesbian was always very big and Valkyrie is canonically bisexual. And if you want to compare it to Frozen: the Queen of Summer Marisol with whom Elsa seemed to really have a connection would be Maria, but as she couldn't go to a film Honeymaren was the replacement even with much fewer scenes as Valkyrie.

And what was ValCarol's conclusion? "Captain Marvel 2/The Marvels". Valkyrie was indeed included in the film, gave Carol a kiss on the cheek with a certain flirtatious air and left. But it seems that it wasn't just that, and that Disney actually asked to cut a conversation between them that would reveal that Carol and Valkyrie actually had a romantic relationship in the past, but that it ended and they decided to just be friends.

WOLFWREN

Shin Hati, the original villain of the "Ahsoka" series and Sabine Wren, one of the heroines and a character with almost 10 years of existence. In the series they are rivals and face each other a few times, with Shin almost killing Sabine herself in the first fight by piercing her belly with the Light Saber. But although this beginning Shin never really seemed to hate Sabine, she fought much more on impulse than anyone else. Shin even questions orders regarding Sabine's elimination when a promise was broken. At the end of the first season, after once again failing to kill Sabine, Shin realizes that she has lost everything, was abandoned by her master and is isolated... in the same place that Sabine is. I summarized a lot.

A standard “enemies to lovers” shipp, but a sapphic “enemies to lovers” shipp, which is already better than the traditional ones. And it gained a lot of prominence in the fandom and especially among the actresses who play Shin (Ivanna Sakhno) and Sabine (Natasha Liu Bordizzo), and also among the other actors in the series. But in addition to the cast, the “Star Wars” pages began to promote the shipp by making official editions with the actors, reinforcing this magnetic connection between Shin and Sabine.

What will be the future of WolfWren? We need to wait for the second season of "Ahsoka", it may just be queerbait after all, although "Andor", another "Star Wars" series, has an official lesbian couple: Vel and Cnta, but who so far have not kissed and you have to pay close attention to the dialogues and interactions to realize that they are a couple.

ELSAMAREN

What could all this mean for ElsaMaren? That Disney is at least willing to give crumbs to fans of the sapphic shipps, especially when the actresses are very supportive. Rachel Matthews (Honeymaren) is an avowed ElsaMaren shipper and likes to tease the shipp's fans sometimes, Idina Menzel is more neutral on the subject, but Idina is very supportive of LGBT causes and is proud of how Elsa, Elphaba and Maureen were embraced by the LGBT community, even officially just Maureen being part of it. If ElsaMaren is confirmed you can be sure that Idina will speak with great excitement about the couple.

But Disney? Even when she tried to hug ValCarol she was cowardly at the last moment and if we think about Bob Iger's last statements things become even less hopeful. And even if my theory that in fact Honeymaren was created to be Elsa's love interest but this arc was reduced to just concept art and two scenes is real, that unfortunately doesn't mean it can be returned. But I still bet on interpretative crumbs.

#frozen 2 #frozen 3 #frozen 4 #give elsa a girlfriend #elsamaren #elsa #honeymaren #valcarol #wolfwren

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callmethehunter · 11 months ago

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Oh dear Anon, you have made my day! These are great questions about my favorite subject in the world: Robert Plant.:D And as far as that goes, I could (and will) go on and on about this forever, I’ve got so much to say!!

I’ve been obsessed with Robert’s music as well as with his personal life for years. I find him to be a multifaceted, highly talented and intelligent person who embodies traits that one would think were mutually exclusive, yet are somehow at home in him. He is without a doubt, totally outrageous and extroverted, he wants to be the center of attention, yet he is also reclusive, a deep thinker who is keenly aware of the world around him while also being introspective and self-aware. In his own words he has said

“It's part of me to get off on those moments where... well, what people would call attention. Obviously, that isn't the be-all and end-all of life, but at the states of creativity that I've reached, well, it helps the lyrics along a little bit.”

“ I’m pleased with how ridiculous I am. I like me. Though I’m not a huge fan. I know when to switch me off.”

I do think he has a very warm heart. He is genuinely interested in other people, in experiencing the most out of any given situation.

In my opinion, he loves the idea and the feeling of falling in love. He gets off more on that than on the longevity. It’s like he’s got ADHD in the aspect of love lol!! I say this because of the number of serious relationships (and not so serious relationships) that he has had in his life. I’m sure he was saddened when they ended, but then he’s moved on to the next great infatuation and adventure. He’s quite capable of starting again, as he has shown multiple times both in his personal and professional life. But I also think it’s a testimony to his heart that he’s been able to continue to be friends with his past loves. “There have been people I've warmed to over the years but, as the situation I'm in is so fleeting and transient, I've always known it's going to be over kind of real quick.”

I mean think about this: after having children with two sisters, Maureen (his exwife) and Shirley, they have been able to raise their children in what looks like a loving extended family. His sons, Logan (with Maureen) and Jesse (with Shirley), are half-brothers as well as first cousins. Just think on that for a moment. In a recent picture, there’s the entire family on vacation: Maureen, Shirley and their children with Robert, as well as Robert and a previous girlfriend, Jessica something or other (don’t remember her name). He’s not confined to societal conventions. He could give a flying fuck. I love that free spirit and he himself has said (and I paraphrase) that he may come across as being a good mate, but in reality he’s out to do whatever the fuck he wants. (And it shows!! )

He says, “...if you do what you think is right for the benefit of everybody and everything and you make decisions, then to go back and regret them afterwards - it's a futile experience and it's not worth thinking about. Because life just unfolds. Provided you do your best and you think you're on the right track, you can only be right or wrong. But to regret it - I don't think there are any huge errors or misdemeanors.”

In the area of friendship, however, he is fiercely loyal. He and Bonzo were like brothers till the end, and even still, Robert honors his dear friend. He’s also been able to maintain friendships with so many people from his hometown- people he knew before he was famous. He puts away the trappings of fame and fortune to be the good old Black Country boy, riding horses and playing with goats, walking around in the forests and enjoying nature.

“I think I could sing and shear a few sheep at the same time.” He is the picture of the word “earthiness”. Able to be the rock god on stage as well as the humble farmer on the farm or at the local pub. He’s loyal to his soccer team and to the sport itself which has been a lifelong passion. And I love that in him.

Is he a hedonist? Absolutely, he has tasted every pleasure there is to taste. His every material wish could be a reality in an instant...He has done drugs, had hundreds of one night stands. He is a highly sensual man. IMO the sexiest man that’s ever walked the planet. His sizeable bulge perpetually stands* as a symbol (no pun intended*) of his virility and lust (and I like it!!) He exudes charisma and raw sexual energy. He’s done it all to the highest level, partied and cavorted around the globe. What a life he’s lived!!

But in his lyrics there is also a deep spiritual side of him: I think he is a modern day troubadour and philosopher. His lyrics touch on that, “it is the springtime of my loving” ….“In the light you will find the road” “when all is one and one is all” “Then as it was, then again it will be, though the course may change sometimes, rivers always reach the sea” and I could go on and on with other examples. These are just what popped in my head. “I am a reflection of what I sing. Sometimes I have to get serious because the things Ive been through are serious” He’s had moments where he is the “golden god” as well as tragic moments such as the loss of his 5 year old son and the loss of his dear friend Bonzo. These are definitely reflected in his music.

All in all, in his own words:

“I'm like one of those firecrackers that goes off in your pocket occasionally. I'm not really struggling with it as much as the people around me. But at least I'm not doing too much damage to anybody or to myself. It's just the condition I'm aware of.

And he’s still got a twinkle in his eye.

Thank you for letting me go and on about this man, he holds such a special place in my heart. He is a beautiful and joyous old hippie full of wisdom and talent.. He has created a lasting legacy and I hold the deepest admiration for him, despite his human frailties or shortcomings.

#robert plant #led zeppelin #thanks for indulging me on my favorite subject #you deserve a medal if you read all the way through!#i just love him💕

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shyphonics · 7 months ago

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Salad Days Chapter 5: We Are The One

This chapter is certified 18+™ for smut and light mental health crisis (we've all been there... right?)

I'm sorry if I'm rusty lol. Also, I made a tag list! Let me know if you want in :) this is looking like it's gonna be pretty long.

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It’s your turn for soundcheck now, and… Jesus, you’re actually nervous. It’s been forever since you’ve been nervous.

You’ve played The Strike every week for about a year now, slowly creeping your way from dead Monday shows, to decent Thursday shows, to electric weekend shows.

You’ve worked your ass off to move from the merch table spot in the dark, at the edge of the dance floor, to one of the spots under the lights and the AC unit.

You know every person here, at least by face, and they know you. Either from the band or the bar. Except for Rodrick and his friends, that is.

You’ve never headlined before, though, and something about your first time is making you shaky.

So, here you stand, face to face with yourself in the bathroom mirror. Jessica, your lead guitar, is against the wall, cool as can be in her vinyl pants. She blows out a long puff of smoke, and fluffs out her short, green hair with one hand.

“We’re gonna be fine. It’s like any other night.”

But it’s not like any other night, not to you.

Is it Rodrick? Are you trying to impress him? That’d be really fucking stupid. You don’t do what you do to impress people.

That, and you’re pretty sure he’d be impressed no matter what you do.

But…

You don't quite know what's happening to you, whether it's how good he’d looked on stage, or the feelings that overcame you when that douchebag sucker-punched him.

Maybe it's a combination of both.

On stage, he'd been sexy and self-assured. Playing those drums like it was nothing. Making your heart flutter with a wink and a smile, like you were a dumb lovestruck teenager at her first concert again.

After that guy had hit him… he got vulnerable. He'd looked so sad, defeated almost. Hurt, not just physically, but emotionally. It made you wonder if those two had a history. It made you want to latch onto him and make him all better.

It seems like Rodrick, whether he’s aware of it or not, knows just where to hit to take down your walls.

“We gotta go,” Maureen pops her head into the restroom.

You push your little emotional breakthrough back in and take a deep breath.

This isn't the time for that.

You climb the side steps, as you have a hundred times, and start fighting audio cables until everything looks right.

Pink cord goes from amp to overdrive pedal. Black cord goes from tuning pedal to bass.

Fuck. Is that even right? You don’t know anymore.

Low notes come from your amp, and you breathe a sigh of relief.

Everyone else is all set up, and you look around. It’s time.

Soundcheck is quick. Too quick. You adjust your setlist with your foot, and stretch out your fingers.

Eddie pushes his glasses up and gives you a thumbs up.

You just gotta start, and then you’ll be fine.

“Hey fuckers!” Your voice comes out more powerful than you'd expected, “We’re The Shrieks!”

The crowd comes alive. Deep breaths.

The lights are up, the crowd is buzzing and you- wow. You're glowing. You look so confident and fucking cool, all lit up in gold stage lights.

Rodrick watches as you and your bandmates give each other a nod.

A note rings out. A second. A third. A fourth.

The song explodes, and Rodrick’s mouth falls open. You’re hopping, and shaking your hair out, really hyping yourself up.

Then you open your lips. Rodrick is enamored. No high school crush he ever had could compare to how he feels right now. He gives in to the movement of the crowd, and it feels like being in the ocean. Bodies all moving as one.

There’s a smile on his face that just won’t go away. He’s never been to a show quite like this.

He holds on to the front of the stage just to watch you, taking in the absolute power you’re giving off. Trying his best to read your lips and hear every word.

I am the one who brings you the future

I am the one who buries your past

A new species, I come from the ruins

I am the one that was made to last

We are not Jesus (Christ!)

Oh, no, we are not fascist (pigs!)

Oh, no we are not capitalist (industrialists!)

Oh, no, we are not communists

We are the one

The party’s still going, even after everyone has shuffled out and the doors are locked. Mike has commandeered the sound booth and is playing “some shit from the good old days.”

You're up in the storage loft above the stage, wrapping up cables and boxing up mics. You close a tackle box full of neatly rolled cords and notice Rodrick down by the stage.

You sit and just watch him for a minute, trying to figure out if your bathroom mirror crisis was just pre-show jitters.

He looks like he's looking for you, craning his neck around and slowly spinning in place.

He's just such a dork.

You’re not sure if you can even be snarky with him anymore.

It's been a really long time since you had a crush on someone. Especially one like this. You're used to being in control, giving no more of yourself than you want to. For all you know, when you get down there, you'll be giggling like an idiot at his mercy.

Pull yourself together.

“I love this song,” you drop down from the storage loft, hopping off the stage, landing in front of Rodrick. Trying to play it cool.

He jumps when you appear, a smile spreading across his face.

“You were amazing.” He sighs.

“Back at you,” you restrain yourself from grinning.

You're still buzzing with adrenaline, and it spurs you on to try something. You step forward, and clasp your arms behind his neck.

His eyes widen, but after some hesitation, he brings his hands to your waist. The two of you begin to sway, a little uncoordinated, to the music. You look up into his eyes. He looks nervous, but a small smile is beginning to form on his face.

Your giddiness starts to fade away, and you feel a little more in control of yourself.

“Did you go to your prom?” You ask.

“Hell no,” Rodrick scoffs, “Did you?”

“I didn't even graduate,” you laugh, “so no. But it explains why we're kinda bad at this.”

“I don't think we're that bad,” He attempts to spin you. You both break out in a fit of giggles as your back hits his chest and you recenter.

“I wanna do that, like, every weekend forever.” He sighs.

“That's not a hard ask. I can show you some of the other venues when I'm free. You guys will be working the circuit in no time.” You look up at him.

Rodrick’s smile is so genuine. He looks completely content.

The world disappears around you as you get lost in the song, swaying and spinning, staring into each other's eyes. You've never been so glad to have taken a chance on someone.

“How's your lip?” You ask.

“It's okay,”

“Does it hurt?”

“Not really.”

You hesitate, then lean upwards, testing the water.

He seems to be thinking the same thing, and he leans down to meet your lips.

The kiss is warm and familiar, all traces of awkwardness are gone. It feels like you know each other. He brings a hand up to cup your cheek and pulls away.

“So am I allowed to like you now?” His voice is lower than before. He holds you close to him, one arm tight across your lower back.

“You feel like you could pass a field sobriety test?” You smirk.

“Yeah?” Rodrick raises an eyebrow.

“Okay. You're allowed.”

He laughs, rolling his eyes, and leans in to kiss you again, but you both quickly turn to the sound of someone clearing their throat. It's one of his bandmates, the blonde one. He's avoiding looking at either of you.

“Hey, Rodrick, uh, you two…” He clears his throat again, “The other bands invited us out to eat, and we were gonna go… but it looks like you're busy.”

Rodrick blinks at you, “Are you gonna go?”

“Yeah, let's go. You should get some carbs in you. Soak up all that booze, or you're gonna have a bad morning.” You detach from him, and walk towards the back door.

Your car is parked right next to their van, and Rodrick looks like he's hesitating getting in with his friends. You roll your window down and raise your eyebrow at him.

“Do you… wanna ride with me?”

He looks surprised, “Can I?”

“Yeah, get in.” You lean over and pop the door open, butterflies swirling in your stomach.

He bounces into your passenger seat, beaming.

“You know where to go, right?” You shout into the van. Rodrick’s friends give you a thumbs up.

You roll the window up, and pull out of the parking lot.

Rodrick is drumming on his knees to a song playing in your car. You watch him out of the corner of your eye and smile a little. You think of the day you met him, all pent up energy and rock n roll, baby!

Big, dumb dog.

He moves a hand to your thigh and continues drumming the rhythm. You feel a blush creeping onto your cheeks. His eyes are locked on your thigh as it bounces to the beat.

You pull up outside the old Waffle House, and it looks like you're the first to make it.

“Let's wait,” you sigh, leaning back, turning up the music.

His hand stills on your thigh. You close your eyes, honestly exhausted from the show.

His hand moves upward to rest in the crook of your hip, and the corner of your mouth curls up. You turn your head to look at him.

“What're you doin’?”

“Nothing,” he says, trying to sound inconspicuous.

Rodrick’s heart is going a mile a minute. He'd been so confident back at the bar, but here, with you, just you, he’s freaking out a little.

He studies your face in the glow of an orange street light. Your eyes, the slope of your nose, the curve of your lips. He wants every feature burned into his memory forever. His hand is warm against your hip. You put your hand over his and he smiles.

“What, did you get scared or something?” You smirk.

“No…” Rodrick lies.

You kiss him again, and he melts into it. He slips one hand into the back of your hair and pulls you closer. You maneuver over the center console to get in his lap, and he breathes out deeply. The kiss gets messy, like all the energy of the night is coming out between your lips. Your hands are shaking. One rests on Rodrick’s shoulder, the other in his hair, and you make a noise as he bites your lip lightly.

“Sorry, is that okay?” He whispers.

You pull him in, and bite him back harder.

He groans, and his hold on your waist tightens.

He's snaking a hand under the hem of your shirt, when there's a tentative knock on the window. You pull away from each other.

“God dammit!” Rodrick pants.

It's Ward, with a hand over his mouth, feigning being scandalized.

“Oooooooh,” he taunts, when you're both out of the car, “I knew it.”

You roll your eyes, and keep the door open with your foot as the guys pour in. People from the show are everywhere, this is a decently common occurrence. You find a seat between your band and Rodrick’s at the bar. Maureen, your drummer, offers you a fist bump, and leans into your ear.

“He's cute,” she whispers, “did you drive here with him?”

You nod, suppressing a goofy grin.

“Do you think you're gonna…?”

You shrug.

“Up to him,” you whisper back.

The waitress, a blonde with a buzz cut and a face full of piercings, greets you by name, and asks, “Usual?”

Once your orders are in, Rodrick puts his hand securely on your thigh.

“Do you guys come here a lot?”

“Oh yeah, at least every weekend,” you lower your voice, “That's Jeanine, she's our regular. Then Martin and Rosie, who have worked here since the beginning of time. Then there's Carla. She's new. Last weekend, she and Martin were fighting because she kept getting orders wrong.”

He narrows his eyes and looks at each person you point at.

“Do you just come here to eavesdrop?” he asks quietly, suppressing a laugh.

“It's fascinating. Just watch.”

The two of you eat in silence and observe the inner workings of Waffle House.

Rodrick nudges you as Carla scrapes a plate into the trash, and Martin yells, Dammit, Carla! Chunked and covered! Not scattered!

Carla throws her apron to the floor and flips him off with both hands. Fuck you, old man!

“Oh shit,” you whisper.

“Damn,” Rodrick turns to look at you.

As your eyes meet, and the bell on the door jingles aggressively, you can't hold in your laughter anymore.

"He's such an asshole." Rodrick whispers, giggling in disbelief. Does every diner job just suck ass?

"I know, this Waffle House is under a dictatorship," you laugh

You both calm down, and end up just staring at each other.

“Rodrick, I don't wanna be too… forward, but…” you trail off.

His face goes blank.

“Do you wanna… get out of here? With me?”

Rodrick drops his fork, and snatches his tab off the counter.

“Yes,” his voice is feverish.

You follow behind him, and wave goodbye to everyone on your way out.

You'll absolutely get teased for this later on, but who gives a fuck?

Now, I've drunk a lot of wine and I'm feeling fine

Gotta race some cat to bed

Oh, is there concrete all around?

Or is it in my head?

Rodrick’s hands are on you the moment you shut your front door.

He backs you up against it, bringing his lips to yours once again. His lips creep down to your jaw, then your neck. Then he's on his knees, pushing the hem of your shirt up, kissing your stomach, your hip bones.

Your hands are in his hair, stroking and tugging.

“I don't know what it is about you,” Rodrick murmurs between kisses, “I just knew, I had to…”

“Me too,” you laugh a little, “I'm not usually this easy.”

He grins deviously up at you, undoing your bottoms.

“So you don't bring someone home like this after every show?” He gives your waist a little bite.

“No, god, no,” you chuckle, “this should be too fast, but something about this, you just feel right."

“Why me?” He pauses, looking up at you.

“You're just,” you look down at him. His dark doe eyes drill into yours, plump lips slightly open. You feel his hot breath on you, and it sends a shiver up your spine, “Jesus, you're just fucking hot. And you're not, like, an asshole about it. You could've taken any girl in that bar home tonight.”

“I wanted you,” his lips twitch, and without hesitation, he lifts you up, and sets you back down on your kitchen counter. He plants soft kisses on your thighs, and pauses to look up at you. It makes your head cloudy.

“Can I try something?” His voice is breathy.

You're still recovering from the shock of being lifted like that.

“Yeah,” you say, in slight disbelief, looking down at him.

He plants a kiss on your panties, and then removes them completely. You heartbeat skyrockets.

“I might be kinda bad, but… I've always wanted to try.”

You watch him gaze over your wetness. You truly cannot believe what's happening right now. He looks lustful, but focused, like he's trying to form a plan. Then without warning, he just dives in.

You hadn't expected much from him, but damn, he knows what he's doing. A shocked moan leaves your lips.

Your body feels electric as he snakes his tongue through your folds, finding all the places that make you whimper. He grunts, and you practically feel it reverberate through your whole body. You wrap your legs around his head and pull him closer. His tongue circles your clit and you throw your head back. His plush lips cover so much ground as he gives you a light suck.

“You sure you've never done this before?” Your weak voice teases him.

He pulls away with a pop, making you shudder.

“Nuh-uh,” he shakes his head, “I’ve just thought about it a lot.”

“Well, you're doing fucking great.”

He gives you a sly grin and goes back in.

Your back starts to arch as he flicks, and sucks, and swirls his tongue. Your moans mix with his soft grunts and you realize you're starting to come undone. You grab a handful of his hair and roll your hips.

“Keep going,” you gasp, “I-I’m…”

His eyes flick up to meet yours and that does it. Your body jolts, and you squeeze your eyes shut as an orgasm rattles through you, the counter cool against your body.

He slows his actions, and comes to rest on your thigh again.

When you're recovered, you sit up, and put your hands on his shoulders. You kiss him hard, tasting yourself, and feel a new arousal awaken in you.

“Was that really okay?” His eyes plead with you.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You pant, holding his face in your hands, and he looks bashful, “Best I've ever had.”

You hop down from the counter.

“Your turn.”

“Are you sure?” He stutters.

You take him by the hand, and lead him across the small apartment to your bed.

Rodrick’s breath is shaky as he leans against the edge.

“Take your shirt off,” you tell him, and he does.

His eyes are hazy with lust, and he grunts when you kiss him. You run your hands over his chest. The muscles in his core are tight, and you can feel his heartbeat. Hard and fast.

You kneel, and your hands find the tight bulge in his jeans. He bites his lip as you unbuckle his belt and free him from his boxers.

It's a good length, fairly weighty, and he groans when you take it in your hands. You look up into his eyes and lightly roll your tongue over the tip. His knees buckle, and he sits back on your bed. You chuckle and scoot closer, steadying yourself between his legs.

“So… safe to assume you've never done this either?”

You fit him further into your mouth, trying to wet as much as you can.

“One time… almost,” he says, labored, “we were in a car and the cops knocked on the window.”

“Fuckin’ pigs,” you shake your head, then take him in as far as you can get him.

He lets out a long, low noise. You grasp the rest of his length with your hand and pump lightly. His thigh shakes under your other hand as you swirl your tongue.

You catch his eye and come up for air, licking him from base to tip. His eyes roll back, and you laugh.

“Should I keep going, or is this gonna take you out of commission?” You tease.

“Please… keep going,” Rodrick breathes.

His mind is foggy as he feels himself enter your mouth again. He can't even process what he's feeling, all he knows is he never wants it to stop. He doesn't feel in control of his own body. His hands desperately search for a grip on your comforter as you bob your head.

He tries his best to focus, to keep his eyes on you, but he feels something in himself start to slip. He throws his head back and closes his eyes, barely keeping himself up on his elbows. His legs tremble as he feels himself hit your throat and he lets out a long moan.

Then your mouth is gone, and he opens his eyes, desperate for the feeling to come back.

You crawl on top of him and straddle him.

“Scoot back,” you murmur, and he obliges.

You lean down to kiss him, and his hands come to rest gently in your hair.

Something still feels weird in his head. He doesn't think he's drunk anymore, but even the low light of your apartment feels too bright. His ears are ringing, maybe still from the noise of the bar. He feels his heart start to beat out of his chest, and he holds on to you for dear life.

It feels like he's dreaming, but maybe as long as his hands are on you, he'll be okay.

You're saying something. The words don't quite reach him, but he nods anyway. Eager for something to pull him back into reality.

A little voice in the back of his head is hissing. He tries to blow it off, but it's persistent, fighting him.

You don't deserve this.

Fuck his stupid brain. He wants to be present with you. He wants to hold onto every little second of this, keep it forever. It feels like you're far, far away from him, even as he watches you take your shirt off and feels your hips, warm on his.

The ringing in his ears subsides a little as your lips touch his again.

“Let me know if you want to stop, you look a little overwhelmed.” You whisper.

“No,” Rodrick urges, “I never wanna stop,”

You laugh, and start to kiss a trail down his chest.

He sighs into the feeling and closes his eyes.

The fuzz in his head isn't gone, though.

Yet.

It'll go away, he knows it.

He just needs to focus. On you, on how good you're making him feel.

On how good he'd made you feel, he's pretty damn proud of that.

Just stay in the moment.

Please, just stay in the moment.

And now I'm ready to close my eyes

And now I'm ready to close my mind

And now I'm ready to feel your hand

And lose my heart on the burning sand

And now I wanna be your dog

Well, c'mon

tag list: @crumpets-are-better-with-jam

#if the smut is bad i'm so sorry #i am hyperventilating hovering over the post button #i tried ok #have fun gang #also the waffle house encounter is based on my real life #rodrick heffley #rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick x reader #doawk rodrick #rodrick heffley fanfic #salad days #my stuff #Spotify

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katyahina · 1 year ago

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Elden Ring sliders colors compiled (for quick reference)

I decided to put together the exact RGBs in a reference as someone consistently betrayed by my screen settings and no longer trusting myself to pick colors by an eye, which was only possible thanks to Zullie the Witch datamining the NPCs faces: ( x ) ( x )! I'd still have to adjust them, of course, but I personally find it helpful to at least have a base. Unfortunately Magnus is just not here as he was patched in later, and I could not find the ghosts with sliders and dialogues.. But ehhhhhh. Maybe someday they will be revealed too.

Anyways, here are some more specific and apparent remarks under cut on the sliders:

- Gideon is a Nox or related to them:

- Ensha and Nameless White Mask (a guy I presume was invading in bloody lake) strangely have pitch black eyes (both iris and whites), and they even have decent clouding, also pitch black. Kinda strange feature?

- With some characters, the 'real' eye color is not what it seems! Vyke's eyes are brown, but the colored clouding is so intense it makes them look pale blue. Esgar has dark green eyes that look red upon clouding, Arghanthy has red eyes that look orange/yellow, Rogier has brown eyes looking green because of clouding, Miriam has deep emerald eyes looking blue because of clouding... and which I especially like, Maleigh has brown eyes but it is colored by clouding to look very pale yellow, probably reflecting his sickness and how it effected the initial color!

- Although two of Millicent's sisters have both eyes 'missing' and other two have only one eye and it is covered by clouding color to be a very pale color, they all have the 'true' eye color being golden (orange color used for it), like Millicent herself. Her eyes, of the same 'true' color, however, have yellow clouding, making them shine even brighter. This is a really neat detail that cannot be observed my naked eye on their faces and only seen in the sliders numbers!

- Maureen has a unique feature compared to other sisters, where only her left eye (now missing as eyepatch suggests) is clouded by white and not pale yellow like others. Fun fact to consider! Maybe something unique happened with this eye before she lost it, other than a "regular" Scarlet Rot eating it away. A mushroom grew there? hahah

- Rya has asymmetrical eye whites color for some reason; her left eye has normal white, but the right eye has darker, greyish-yellow color.

- Yura has multiple dark old man spots/age freckles on his forehead that cannot be seen with his haircut! I do not have a screenshot to demonstrate it, but here in this post a person recreated his face data exactly but with a trim: ( x )

- I want to comment on the idea that it is always non-Tarnished who have yellow/golden eyes! Recently, Zullie made a video revealing eye textures of a LOT of characters' models having the yellow shining in them ( x )! Letter 'T' here marks the characters me and @val-of-the-north were confident are Tarnished. With 'golden' eyes, core color can vary in intensity; with some character being very bright yellow/orange, and others (like Kenneth or Irina for example) being very dull and only looking yellow-ish when you look at character's face! Interestingly, the Carians who we know are not Tarnished have pale, blueish eyes, similarly to Rennala... I suppose this would be not 'faded' eyes that is a sign of Tarnished, but altered color upon focusing on something else (the moon sorcery in their case). From my own observation, golden eyes are not specifically reflection of not being a Tarnished, but just having internal faith in GO, be it positive like with Maidens that follow it, or negative like with Omens that internalised being abominations in its system or Tanith that defines herself by being a heretic within it like her husband. That video I linked can offer some philosophical insights hahah..

- OLD Knight Istvan, that is stated to be one of the old ones actually doesn't look old at all somehow xd

- Alberich eyes is a debatable matter in my opinion, since removing his hat reveals a binder hinting that he was undergoing a similar process to Azur and Lusat:

(Do not pay attention to the green bits of the blood glintstones, they appear only on item icon and not on actual model when player is wearing his set. ...Unless......?) If eye color is sensitive to what a person seeks, like pale blue eyes of Carians or (now) red eyes of Esgar is of any indication, his eyes could have still became red in color if he pursued the bloody sorcery before! I am just saying that he might no longer have them 🤔

- Sellen's hair turn out to be not black, but just very dark brown! This is fuckin Adella issue all over again, I can never escape it lol

- Ensha actually uses Body Type B despite very masculine face with facial hair n all, which was revealed later after Zullie's video! Here is a Tweet from Zullie on that: ( x ). Trans representation, or Ensha is actually remains of the person that once lived that possessed some random person as a new vessel? That's up to you!

- Finger Maiden found in Church of Inhibition, not far away from Vyke's invasion / Frenzied Village, has eyes clouded in the same color as 'real' one that fully obscures her pupils (making 'blind' look). It seems like the same thing happens with Melina's golden eye in Frenzied Flame ending.

- Adan and Dung Eater both have a nearly undetectable feature regarding their eye whites: the white on their 'injured' eyes (right eye for both) is brighter by only one point on Green on RGB scale. I do not know why it is added, it is basically invisible detail ;-;

- Devin (the 'silver' twin) has some grey hair, unlike Darian (the 'golden' twin)! Yeah no shit lol

- There is a big possibility that Anastasia is a Tarnished herself; the term used for her, 鬼女 (kijo) refers in Japanese folklore to women that were transformed into hideous "demons" upon their bad karma. So, rather than being an ogress, it could mean that she faced an evil sort of transformation upon vile acts of cannibalising. Well- as well as gameplay mechanic suggesting she is, because upon defeat she is listed as Recusant (who are Tarnished that hunt their own):

- Cut content character Rico still has full face data in the game files, and has eerly similar colors to Roderika. Really hope that this character will be back in DLC, feels like a potential relative of her!

- The sliders for body hair for some characters not all make sense- like, you are telling me that chads like Diallos or Tragoth do not have body hair? ehhhh. Still, it could be used if you want to! Here it is:

0 - Tanith, Varre, Seluvis, Patches, Irina/Hyetta, Rya, Diallos, Lanya, Sellen + Puppet, D + his brother, Roderika, Fia, Dung Eater, Rogier, Thops, Nepheli, Rico, Vyke's Maiden, Maiden Summon, Ensha, Boc, Millicent, Corhyn, Therolina, Dolores, Jarwright, Vyke, Ravenmount, Nerijus, Tragoth, Istvan, Juno, Anastasia, Okina, Adan, Moongrum, Inaba, Silver Tear 1-4, Maleigh, Knight of the Great Jar 1 + 3, Garris, a White Mask, Wilhelm, Arganthy, Flame Guardian, Ghiza, Alberich, Mary, Maureen, Amy, Polyanna

70 - Bernahl 128 - Eleonora 140 - Esgar, Miriam 150 - Kenneth, Vargram 170 - Yura 210 - Jerren 220 - Rileigh 230 - Edgar 250 - Gideon, Gowry 255 - Boggart, Henricus, Lionel

- No, seriously, are you telling me that Dung Eater shaves???? NONSENCE. What I am saying is, some of the body hair sliders REALLY make no sense, a problem I do not see with the colors or muscles. Speaking of...

- Here are the muscular levels for the characters:

Standard - Tanith, Varre, Seluvis, Irina/Hyetta, Rya, Lanya, Sellen + Puppet, D + his brother, Roderika, Kenneth, Fia, Gideon, Rogier, Thops, Vyke's Maiden, Maiden Summon, Ensha, Boc, Millicent, Gowry, Corhyn, Therolina, Dolores, Lionel, Miriam, Okina, Silver Tear 1-4, Knight of the Great Jar 3, Garris, a White Mask, Arganthy, Flame Guardian, Ghiza, Alberich, Mary, Maureen, Amy, Polyanna

Muscular - Patches, Edgar, Jerren, Diallos, Yura, Dung Eater, Bernahl, Boggart, Nepheli, Rico, Jarwright, Vyke, Eleonora, Ravenmount, Nerijus, Tragoth, Istvan, Rileigh, Juno, Anastasia, Adan, Moongrum, Vargram, Inaba, Henricus, Maleigh, Knight of the Great Jar 1 + 2, Wilhelm, Esgar

#elden ring #elden ring reference #use later #not art #text post #drawing #multi character post #sliders reference #me having absolutely unhinged focus level on eyes is just my BB fan side speaking lmao xD #again mostly it is a self-reference but I tend to gather other artists around me who are autistic about details lol

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1n-bl0om · 2 years ago

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my ghostfaces ranked

+ explanations

a list no one asked for

SCREAMVI SPOILERS

1.) jill roberts

she deceived everyone and used charlie to conduct most of the killing. iconic ghostface and got the closest to ending sidney. her reveal wasn’t big but her being ghostface is what makes the reveal so amazing

2.) roman bridger

scream 3 is overhated. it is iconic and campy. roman is the only ghostface to work by himself. he has the most kills with 9 and has an amazing motive. his fight with sidney in act three is incredibly choreographed and entertaining to watch. he also supplies the evidence to persuade billy into killing maureen. roman started it.

3.) billy loomis

the og. so suspicious and clever that people thought he was a red herring. quite sadistic and solid motive. so cynical

4.) stu macher

just a silly guy. in it for the shits and giggles. very entertaining and so well put together. him being ghostface was an amazing plot point

5.) mickey altieri & amber freeman

they give off the same energy. if amber was related to mickey, i wouldn’t be surprised. they are both over the top and psychotic��. amazing kills and so exciting to watch during act three. amber has an exciting reveal, her character does a whole 180. and mickey is theatrical, playing upon sidney’s fear and trauma from billy to trick her from letting derek go

6.) charlie walker

some of the most brutal and gruesome kills in the franchise. severely underrated because he was paired with jill. when i think of the most brutal kill in the scream franchise i think of olivia and her being gutted in her room. amazing kills.

7.) detective bailey

when he didn’t turn around and just shot kirby, i was gagged. he surprised me and was clever with his kills. the bodega scene was amazing and incredibly suspenseful

8.) ethan landry

jack champion did an amazing job playing him. ethan is the ghostface in the apartment and the one who kills anika. people believe that it was detective bailey because of the econ alibi. the alibi was checked by bailey, which would leave ethan off the hook and out of questioning. jack champion himself is the person playing ghostface in those scenes. in an interview a director said that they say it’s ethan because of jack. ethan kills anika and quinn’s hookup. he also survives a stab to the throat.

9.) quinn bailey

she took out gale’s boyfriend, incapacitated gale, and stabbed mindy. she took out three possible targets that would interfere with the plan, and everyone thought she was dead. an interesting gf but she died fairly quick

10.) mrs loomis / nancy loomis

solid motive but she wasn’t as substancial as mickey. she managed to kill randy (r.i.p.) and cici cooper. had amazing kills but lacked in act three. her being billy’s mom was a surprise

11.) richie kirsch

was amazing at playing the clueless boyfriend, but he is the least entertaining ghostface. he only had a few kills and was a predator. he surprised me by being ghostface but the more i thought about it the less surprising it was. he is the least clever ghostface but still a solid villain

the killers related to sidney >>>

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marmie-noir · 9 months ago

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The New Waitress

I'm starting a series of small, stand alone snippets about a waitress who started working for Mitch Keller. I have no idea where these are going but enjoy!

(Gif not mine obvi, all the props for dameronscopilot who has NOT helped this brainrot in the slightest <3 )

Bred-2-Buck wasn’t my first choice for a job. But rolling into Tulsa with fifty bucks and a suitcase I couldn’t exactly be choosy. I had hopped off the bus and gone to a small diner right next to it, knowing if I wanted some gossip the old woman with her hair pinned back behind the faded neon counter would be my girl. A few bucks for a black coffee and I learned all about where I could get a job, quick, for cash. Which is why I ended up here at this bar and grill, wading through the cigarette smoke to sit at the bar and give my best smile to the owner. The waitress, Maureen, had told me to look for the tall man in a hat and flannel, she had neglected to tell me that he had the prettiest blue eyes and golden hair that curled around the edge of his hat. And he was tall and broad and - focus.

“Mitch, I assume?” I asked, dropping my bag on the stool next to me as I sat in mine, leaning on the old bartop slightly. The bar was casual, dimly lit with neon signs boasting what beers they had available, pub tables and booths filling the space not occupied with darts or pool tables.

The man looked at me, raising his brows slightly as his eyes trailed over what he could see of me before meeting my eyes. “Yes, ma’am. What can I do for you?” That accent and deep voice, I was a goner. I pushed it down, leaning over the bar and extended a hand for him to shake, not letting my smile drop. “I’m Sunny Stevens. Your new waitress.” I introduced myself confidently, his hand sliding into mine for a firm but friendly handshake.

He cracked a smile, a flash of white teeth against the dark blonde of his beard. “Hired a waitress did I?” “Just did.” I said back, squeezing his hand one last time before letting go. The two of us looked at one another for a few beats before I broke the silence, thankful the bar was mostly empty. “I’m new in town, and Maureen-” “Say no more, Sunny.” He interrupted, expression smoothing a bit more at the mention of the old waitress who had been my compass to this location. “Maureen sent you I’ll take ya. When can you start?” “Considering I’ve got nowhere to be and I don’t think I can afford a hotel with the cash I’ve got now would be preferred.” Mitch looked almost exasperated at me, something I’d soon get used to. He stepped around the bar after dropping an apron on the bar top before me that I snatched up. Grabbing my bag he gave me a look, taking it behind the bar. “I’ll keep this safe back here. Now, there are a few rules.” I hopped off the barstool, tying the apron around my waist. I had a pair of shorts and a t-shirt on, nothing fancy but perfect for a waitressing gig. I had even worn comfortable shoes, figuring I would have been hoofin' it around town. “Figured.” I said, twisting my hair up into a claw clip, brushing my bangs from my face as I looked up at him once more. “Hit me with ‘em, boss.” “Don’t steal from me, don’t steal from customers, and if anyone gives you problems? You come to me. I don’t want no one pawin’ after you.” “Pawin’ after me?” I asked with a grin, leaning on the bar. He looked amused before he pushed it down, shooting me what I assume was supposed to be a warning glance but I didn’t plan on listening. I couldn’t help myself, I liked Mitch already. He seemed nice, a little brooding maybe but nice. “Just tell me, yeah?” “You got it, boss.” I said, giving him a nod. I wasn’t going to argue if he wanted to make sure I was safe, and I wasn’t sure what kind of clientele came to a place like this. “One more thing, Sunny.” He said, making me pause at the serious tone in his voice. I looked up at him, tilting my head slightly as I adjusted the apron around my waist. “I bring my dad into work sometimes. He just sits at the end of the bar, quiet. If he asks for something just get it for him, pops doesn’t pay.” “Pops doesn’t pay.” I repeated with a grin, giving him a little two finger salute before dipping back into the kitchen to get familiar with it. Within a few hours I knew the cook, Charles, had the menu mostly memorized, and was carrying trays of beer filled mugs across the bar balanced on one shoulder like a pro. I liked serving, I liked the people I got to meet, and liked the cash tips the most. Folding another five into my pocket I cleared the table, grabbing empty mugs and plates, tossing them on the tray to take back to be washed. It was pretty busy, but not too busy for me to bother my new boss. Sliding behind the bar I smiled up at Mitch. He glanced over at me, sensing me there, lifting a brow with a slight smile as he continued to fill a few pitchers. “Whattcha need, darlin?”

“Round of bourbon shots, two pitchers, and I believe the woman called it a ‘lemon pucker’ if you know how to make such a thing.” I listed off what I needed, setting my trusty tray on the bar top. Mitch smiled at that, looking amused. “Lemon pucker?” I nodded and his shoulders shook with a laugh. My boss was pretty and he didn’t even know it. “I’ll do my best, but no promises.” “I got faith in you.” I said, leaning against the bar to watch him pour the shots and make the lemon whatever the fucked up blonde in the back wanted. I raised my brow at him pouring stuff into a mixing glass over ice before the yellow drink ended up on my tray, whisked away to the back once more.