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keyofnow · 3 months ago

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The Beatles Chronology

If music is at their heart, then their story is the clothes it wears.

Those who fail to appreciate The Beatles — and even many who do appreciate them — underestimate the specific progression of events that transpired during their journey, let alone the quickness of it all. The Beatles were a professional band for only seven years.

Here are the benchmarks of The Beatles‘ career from zero to hero :

YEAR 0

John Lennon, Paul McCartney, George Harrison, Pete Best.

Brian Epstein is The Beatles‘ manager as of a few weeks ago.

First studio audition at Decca (on New Year's Day).

Regular gigs at Cavern Club, Casbah, elsewhere in Liverpool.

First BBC radio performances.

First shows in south of England.

Original bassist Stu Sutcliffe dies.

Return to Hamburg, seven-week residency at Star Club.

First EMI studio session.

Pete Best is fired from The Beatles.

Ringo Starr joins The Beatles.

First TV appearances.

John & Cynthia marry.

First single “Love Me Do”; becomes Top 20 hit.

Opening for Little Richard (in Liverpool and Hamburg).

Follow up single recorded.

Last Hamburg residency (through New Year's Eve).

YEAR 1

Second single “Please Please Me”; becomes first chart-topper.

UK tour opening for Helen Shapiro.

Recording debut album in one day.

UK tour opening for Chris Montez and Tommy Roe.

First LP Please Please Me; becomes #1 for 30 weeks.

UK tour opening for Roy Orbison.

Third single “From Me To You”; first undisputed #1.

Paul starts dating Jane Asher.

BBC radio performances: Saturday Club, Easy Beat, and others.

Extensive UK concerts.

Hosting BBC radio series Pop Go The Beatles.

Fourth single “She Loves You”; first to sell million copies in UK.

First UK Tour as headliner.

Band meets The Rolling Stones; John & Paul write song for them.

London Palladium.

Beatlemania.

Sweden Tour.

Royal Variety Show.

Fifth single “I Want to Hold Your Hand”; has a million pre-orders.

Second LP With The Beatles; displaces previous album at #1.

The Beatles Christmas Show (three weeks in London).

YEAR 2

Finishing three-week run of The Beatles Christmas Show.

Three-week Paris residency at Theatre Olympia.

“I Want To Hold Your Hand” hits #1 in US.

First US Visit: Ed Sullivan, Washington Coliseum, Carnegie Hall.

Filming and recording soundtrack for first motion picture.

Sixth single “Can't Buy Me Love” (#1).

John publishes first book In His Own Write.

Hold top five spots on Billboard Hot 100 chart.

First World Tour.

First motion picture A Hard Day's Night; blockbuster.

Third LP A Hard Day's Night (#1).

Seventh single “A Hard Day's Night” (#1).

Frequent BBC radio and TV performances.

UK Tour dates; occasionally The Kinks and The Who open.

First US Tour; first rock tour by chartered jet.

Hollywood Bowl.

Meet Bob Dylan first time, get stoned.

Brian Epstein publishes autobiography A Cellarful Of Noise.

Eight single “I Feel Fine” / “She's A Woman” (#1).

First deliberate feedback on record.

Fourth LP Beatles For Sale (#1).

Another Beatles Christmas Show; Yardbirds (w Clapton) open.

YEAR 3

Finishing three-week run of Another Beatles Christmas Show.

Ringo and Maureen marry.

First full week of studio sessions.

First use of outside studio musicians.

Filming and recording soundtrack for second motion picture.

First direct exposure to Indian music.

Ninth single “Ticket To Ride” (#1).

The Dental Experience.

Paul records “Yesterday”.

Europe Tour; The Yardbirds (w Beck) open.

John publishes second book A Spaniard In The Works.

Tenth single “Help!” / “I'm Down” (#1).

Second motion picture Help!

Fifth LP Help! (#1 on pre-orders alone).

Second US Tour.

Shea Stadium (largest concert attendance in history).

LSD pool party in LA.

Roger McGuinn, David Crosby bring Ravi Shankar records.

Peter Fonda tells “I know what it's like to be dead” anecdote.

Hollywood Bowl.

Awarded MBE's.

One-month recording new album.

George introduces sitar to band.

First use: extreme equalisation; tape speed manipulation.

Eleventh single “Day Tripper” / “We Can Work It Out” (#1).

Sixth LP Rubber Soul (#1); first album with no filler.

Last UK tour; The Moody Blues (w Denny Laine) open.

Turn down offers for third motion picture.

YEAR 4

Three months off.

George and Pattie marry.

John gives “more popular than Jesus” interview.

Friends of The Beatles open Indica Bookstore.

John discovers The Psychedelic Experience by Leary & Alpert.

Two-and-a-half months recording new album.

Starting with “Tomorrow Never Knows”.

First use: backwards tape; tape loops; automatic double-tracking.

First Indian musicians on Beatles session.

Klaus Voormann (artist friend from Hamburg) designs cover.

Last Beatles concert in UK.

Twelfth single “Paperback Writer” / “Rain” (#1 in 12 countries).

Song is subtle plug for Indica Bookstore.

Last World Tour.

Death threats in Japan.

Kidnapped in Philippines, and the First Lady incident.

Last US Tour.

Beatle burnings in Bible Belt of US.

Thirteenth single “Eleanor Rigby” / “Yellow Submarine” (#1).

Ringo's first lead vocal on Beatles single.

Seventh LP Revolver (#1); first album they don't perform live.

Last concert at Candlestick Park, San Francisco.

Three months off.

John films How I Won The War in Spain.

Paul writes film score for The Family Way.

George studies sitar under Ravi Shankar.

Ringo visits John in Spain and holidays.

John meets Yoko Ono at Indica Gallery.

New sessions begin with “Strawberry Fields Forever”.

YEAR 5

Sessions evolve into concept for new album.

Fourteenth single “Strawberry Fields Forever” / “Penny Lane”.

First single in four years to miss #1.

Paul helps organise Monterey Pop Festival.

Eighth LP Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band.

Our World broadcast, recording of “All You Need Is Love”.

Paul publicly admits to taking LSD.

Fifteenth single “All You Need Is Love” (#1).

Meeting the Maharishi Mahesh Yogi.

Brian Epstein dies.

Filming and recording soundtrack for new DIY movie project.

Sixteenth single “Hello Goodbye” / “I Am The Walrus” (#1).

Televised movie Magical Mystery Tour.

YEAR 6

George records original film score for Wonderwall.

Band holds last recording sessions before India trip.

Meditation retreat at Maharishi's camp in Rishikesh, India.

Hanging with Mia Farrow, Brian Wilson, Mike Love, Donovan.

Meditating, writing songs for next album.

Donovan teaches them new picking pattern.

Seventeenth single “Lady Madonna” / “The Inner Light” (#1).

George's first composition on a Beatles single.

Return to London (first Ringo, then Paul, John & George last).

Foundation of Apple Corps.

John and Yoko fall in love.

Band records Esher demos at George's house.

Twenty weeks of sessions for new double album.

Paul and Linda fall in love.

Jane Asher dumps Paul on live TV.

First animated film Yellow Submarine.

Eighteenth single “Hey Jude” / “Revolution” (#1).

Ringo Starr quits The Beatles.

John and Cynthia divorce.

Ringo Starr rejoins The Beatles.

Eric Clapton sits in on “While My Guitar Gently Weeps”.

The Beatles’ authorised biography published.

Ninth LP The Beatles, a.k.a. the “White Album” (#1).

John and Yoko busted for cannabis possession.

Hell's Angels crash Apple Christmas Party.

YEAR 7

Thirty days writing, rehearsing, recording and filming new project.

Directed by Michael Lindsey-Hogg, filmed first at Twickenham.

Glyn Johns audio engineer, George Martin musical supervisor.

George Harrison quits The Beatles.

Tenth LP Yellow Submarine (#2, behind The White Album).

Sessions relocate from Twickenham to Apple building.

Apple Studio installed in basement over weekend.

George Harrison rejoins The Beatles.

Billy Preston (unofficially) joins The Beatles.

Apples Studio sessions.

Rooftop performance.

John, George & Ringo hire Allen Klein as band's new manager.

John and Yoko marry (Bed-In For Peace in Amsterdam).

Paul and Linda marry.

George and Pattie busted for cannabis possession.

Nineteenth single “Get Back” / “Don't Let Me Down” (#1).

Twentieth single “The Ballad Of John And Yoko” (#1).

John and Yoko announce The Plastic Ono Band.

Sessions for one more album at Abbey Road.

Mostly leftovers from Get Back and the White Album.

Paul rejects Allen Klein as manager.

Band's last photo shoot together.

The Plastic Ono Band plays Toronto Rock'n'Roll Revival festival.

Band includes Klaus Voormann, Eric Clapton, and Alan White.

John Lennon quits The Beatles.

Apple keeps John's departure a tight secret.

Eleventh LP Abbey Road (#1).

Twenty-first single “Something” / “Come Together” (#1).

YEAR 8

Last Beatles session for new song; John does not attend.

Overdubs onto material for Get Back.

Phil Spector hired to produce soundtrack album for new film.

Paul McCartney publicly announces The Beatles’ breakup.

Documentary film Let It Be.

Twelfth LP Let It Be (#1).

Twenty-second single “Let It Be” (#1).

Ringo, Paul, George, and John all release solo records.

Paul McCartney sues to dissolve The Beatles.

Ever get the feeling there's something obvious you overlooked....?

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kald-dal-art · 5 months ago

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Hello I have just stumbled onto your blog and I absolutely love your art style it's very unique. I love your art of the morphlings would you mind sharing your headcanons and interpretation of them?

Oh yes sure, have written out a whole fic with them so obviously more in detail exploration of them there but anyway can do a quick summary of them

So their names are Maureen Trevi and Cassius Winston.

Maureen winning the 49th Games at age 18 and Cassius winning the 60th games at age 16.

Maureen's arena was a humid forest where she spent most of the game hiding away and poisoning people to win.

Cass' arena was a replica of a European village and he also similarly to her just hid away and just tried his best to avoid trouble.

Maureen was Cass' mentor for his games and they grew really close afterwards. Having a semi sibling bond-ish with one another. Both of them being big art lovers and love bonding together through art.

Here is the fic about them if you are curious to learn more ( X )

#the hunger games #thg #thg victors #the morphlings #tofs tag #eva answers stuff #thg fic #thg fanfiction

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keyoftheskeleton · 4 months ago

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Stage/Fright, but it's all of the suspected references/nods/allusions to IN9 episodes (also including likely nods to TLoG and Psychoville!)

INCLUDES HEAVY SPOILERS !! Read at your own risk. I warned you :]

Before I begin, I'd like to thank @spcvarney, @wintersoulwitch, @eliebluebell, @tynatheavocado and @somuchwatersoclosetohome for noticing some of these, too! BA (Hons) in Stage/Fright Studies continues!

Disclaimer: By no means are half of these even confirmed to be proper callbacks, it's more so based on mine and a few other people's findings. I'm not Reece nor am I Steve, so of course I'll never know if all of these were intentional or not intentional, and therefore I am not claiming these as being either!

ACT 1

The theatre sketch is set during a performance of Hamlet, similar to the TLoG sketch where theatre-goers comment on Hamlet as if it were a football/soccer game. (Multiple performances, seen in TLoG Live at Drury Lane)

"A House Divided" reveals that Reece's character in the theatre sketch is named Haig, perhaps a reference to the moviegoer with the same name who was pestered by Henry and Ally. (TLoG)

A character having a severe peanut allergy, being killed by sprinkling peanuts on his food in order to kill him off. (Similar to Maureen and David’s original idea on how to kill Robin in season 2 of Psychoville.)

The text messages appearing on stage, as well as the phone just not being great at picking up voice-to-text, autocorrecting terribly. (A Quiet Night In)

Steve’s character getting electrocuted. (Dead Line)

Haig's voice reportedly becoming somewhat more Edward Tattsyrup-ish as the run has progressed. (TLoG)

"Chekhov's pun", while obviously being a play on "Chekhov's gun", is related to the episode Riddle of the Sphinx.

The joke about Reece having to do a "really quick quick-change" and needing something funny to cover the fact that he was slipping off stage. While not an exact reference, I'm sure we're all aware of the fact that Reece, Steve, and Mark are the masters of incredibly quick and intricate quick changes. (TLoG)

The characters of Tommy and Len, as well as just the whole sketch. (Bernie Clifton's Dressing Room)

A kidnapping sketch. (Kid|Nap)

The kidnappers being the burglars. (A Quiet Night In)

The kidnapped celebrity's house is aptly on Mulberry Close.

The number on the bin is 18.

Kidnapper/Eddie!Len is similar in mannerisms to both Barry Baggs and Tubbs Tattsyrup. (TLoG)

Kidnapper/Ray!Tommy is similar in mannerisms to both Geoff Tipps and Lisgoe. (TLoG) ("Y'know I've got this gun don't you??")

Len tries (and fails) to use a gnome to break the security light. (Mulberry Close)

Big emphasis on "no names!" (The Bill, "you're the one who mentioned Susie, you said no names!")

Male hostages wear a paisley dressing gown, just as Squires does in Riddle of the Sphinx.

A relatively broad one (one of many to come, I'm afraid), but Len getting the kidnapped celebrity's show or character name wrong is similar to Jonah calling Devonshire a different county name every time he saw her. (The Curse of the Ninth)

Tommy referring to the kidnapped celebrity as "the commodity". (Psychoville)

The phone call to Lady Linda Lockwood involves the kidnapped celebrity pretending to be someone else (the live-in lover of Lady Linda Lockwood), specifically involving singing over the phone. (Last Gasp)

The wardobe full of people as the kidnapped celebrity tries to hide inside. (Sardines)

The single black shoe in the wardrobe. (Diddle Diddle Dumpling)

Tommy having to knock and ask Len to invite him back into the house. (The Stakeout)

During the call with Spengler, he mentions that Len/Eddie and Tommy/Ray are “brown bread, dead”. This could be a reference to the use of Cockney rhyming slang from Mother’s Ruin, as well as the fact that the exact line is in Psychoville, too.

While on the phone with Spengler, Tommy finds out that the house they were supposed to go to is a bungalow, and not a house with stairs up to another floor. (TLoG anniversary specials, where Geoff seemingly murders Pauline.)

The paper with the address on it was upside down, causing Len to go into the wrong house. (Once Removed and Wuthering Heist.)

Len mentions the fact that the job 'next week' is going to steal a painting from another house. (A Quiet Night In.)

The gun "having the safety on", but going off and killing the kidnapped celebrity anyway. (Wuthering Heist, as well as TLoG Apocalypse [RIP Mark Gatiss 1966-2005 /j].)

ACT 2

The phrenology bust in the background. (The Trolley Problem)

The various jars of body parts. (Private View, Love is a Stranger, as well as the TLoG vinyl collection.)

This is the second time we see an IN9 character played by Reece get hypnotised. (Zanzibar)

Funnily enough, this is also the second time we see an IN9 character played by Reece brutally have a portion of his leg chopped off. (Mother's Ruin)

The break of tension when Abby comes in to deliver the drinks order is similar to the break of tension seen in Seance Time when the crew reveals themselves to Tina.

Maggie had initially asked for a chai latte. (The Stakeout)

Vince didn't have enough time to finish the cryptic in the Guardian. (Riddle of the Sphinx)

Sherry's audition tape is for 'Amazon's Dante's "Inferno"/"The Divine Comedy" show'. Tim Key name drop. (Plodding On)

Technically speaking, Amazon's show is the same as, or at least similar to, the Ninth Circle. (Simon Says)

The whole idea that there is a ghost backstage messing with the cast of "La Terreur de L'asile". Sherry being spooked by a fake head. (Dead Line)

"We'll give the role to Sheridan Smith." (The 12 Days of Christine)

Marcus gets Abby's hopes up about potentially taking the role that Sherry was scared into abandoning, only to crush them. This is similar to Rosie Cavaliero and Steve's exchange about the part in "The Divine Comedy". (Plodding On)

The head falling to spook Sherry earlier fell in the exact same place as the light that fell and killed Steve, a physical reference to "it wasn't a ghost, it was a warning." (The Bones of St. Nicholas)

Reece and Steve both dying after finishing season 9, meaning they've both died after finishing their 'ninth symphony'. (The Curse of the Ninth)

The mention of Reece and Steve's inside joke of whoever gets to the office first pretends to be dead, waiting for the other to come in and see. (Mentioned in both Plodding On and The Party's Over.)

"I can't believe the twist was that you were a ghost all along!" "We really have run out of ideas." (Plodding On, "we've only done it three times.")

Reece being a ghost all along and being the cause of Steve's death is very similar to Maureen being a ghost for all of Death Be Not Proud and being the ultimate cause of David's death.

Reece's distaste of his understudy "fucking little Toby". A stretch, perhaps, but certainly reminiscent of themes in The Understudy.

Reece intending to kill Toby, though accidentally killing Steve instead. Similar to Maxwell unknowingly intending to kill Jorg, though killing Yves instead in La Couchette.

The entire amazing performance that is Tears of Laughter. (Bernie Clifton's Dressing Room)

The wordplay near the end of Tears of Laughter is incredibly similar to the wordplay featured in lots of IN9 episodes, more specifically Wuthering Heist and Zanzibar. The "plethora, that means a lot!" line, for example, is in Wuthering Heist.

"We'll leave the light on so you don't get lonely!" - Toby leaving the light on for Reece and Steve is like how Beattie leaves the radio on for Maureen and David. (Death Be Not Proud)

Other small things, and a slight plug for Percy's running celebrity guest list (huge props to them!):

As of 05/04, Joe Pasquale, Joel Dommett (host of The Masked Singer UK), Jonathan Ross (judge on The Masked Singer UK) and Jason Manford have all appeared as the kidnapped celebrity. This is just funny to me as Joe and Jason are mentioned by name in the show, and The Masked Singer is mentioned as well.

Mark Gatiss, a fellow member from The League of Gentlemen, was a kidnapped celebrity (much earlier in the run than a lot of us thought he'd be, let's be honest). I am jealous of that audience.

When The Actor Kevin Eldon was the kidnapped celebrity, he caused Reece to start singing the Hokey Cokey, a reference to Henry's consequence of being hypnotised in Zanzibar. I am also very jealous of that audience.

When Denis Lawson was the kidnapped celebrity, the comment Len makes about their job next week was slightly altered to mention the fact that they were stealing a painting from a man who looked very similar to Denis Lawson, a nod to the fact that Denis played Gerald in A Quiet Night In. I was in that audience!

When Elaine Page was the kidnapped celebrity, her and Steve did a small portion of “I Know Him So Well”, sung in Empty Orchestra. (My Empty Orchestra loving heart is overjoyed.)

Several kidnapped celebrities obviously referred to Reece and Steve being in The League of Gentlemen. David Walliams said that he "preferred when they worked with Mark Gatiss, AND JEREMY DYSON!" Also mentioning their TLOG past, Jonathan Ross reportedly praised Mark Gatiss’ “swan-like neck”, while saying that Steve looked like a hedgehog, and Reece was “easily forgettable as a short, bland, fairly handsome guy”. Ironic, as he then forgot to mention Jeremy Dyson.

#i am a little proud of my recollection skills #thank you to everyone who helped!#if you realise any more references feel free to share!#i will add with credit :]#stage/fright #stage/fright spoilers #s/f #inside no. 9 #inside no 9 #in9 #tlog #the league of gentlemen #psychoville #reece shearsmith #steve pemberton

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garbinge · 1 year 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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actuallyjustabiscuit · 9 months 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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ladythornofrivia · 2 months ago

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UNKNOWN CALL (PT. 2)

Billy Loomis x Transfer Student!Reader

summary: the night of the party turned into a nightmare. and paid the reader the visit, to make the night memorable by fucking her in his Ghostface outfit. (au where Sidney and her father got killed).

warning: blood, violence, smut, p-in-v sex, stalking, chasing, blood mentions, loss of virginity, murder

a/n: second part coming in! this is the final part of the Billy Loomis fanfic. Hope you like it!

PART 1

The commence on killing his girlfriend and her father was set. But something tells Billy that the killing spree needs to lie down. But he couldn’t risk it on letting his plans go. Tomorrow was going to be one year anniversary of Maureen Prescott’s death. The plan must be executed. Killing them on the spot faster. He mustn’t let the town known that he’s Ghostface killer. Not even you.

Ever since the call, Billy has watched you and your new patterns. Safe to say that you were so jittery every time a phone rings. It was hilarious, but a tinge of guilt due to his abnormal behavior. One night, he came inside your house unknowingly and watched you asleep.

Nightmares were set.

And it driven him to guilt.

He’ll make it to you.

When the time comes.

The night hasn’t been peaceful since you had the last call from an unknown caller. You couldn’t speak to anyone about this, not even your therapist. Poor you, entrapped by misery you created.

The night where you took a call from an unknown caller, playing the Halloween trivia with you. You despised Halloween and horror movies more than ever. You wanted to tell someone, but you couldn’t. How could you? Telling the police would be bothersome. At the point you felt ashamed, how you went spread eagle for him, masturbating for him, performing an explicit show personally for him.

Feeling like a dirty slut every time you took a shower. Two days later, you were ashamed, and afraid, guessing who was the caller at the end of the line, but drawn blank. More like dragging yourself to a dead end.

When the parents got back from their little trip, their minds muddled in confusion, wandering why you rushed in the house. The truth was, you squirted all over the place. You got rid of the smell at least for a bit. You lied to your parents about the random animal pissing all over the living room. And with snacks and soda, you threw it out quick, dumping it in the trash and vacuumed the carpet.

Going back to school the next morning was no better, either. Your eyes wandered around, checking to see if the killer followed you. Nobody seems to be spying on you, but you knew deep in your bones the eyes were watching you.

You tried on several clothes this morning right before school, and you wore red and black outfit again, only to wear red velvet sleeves with ribboned choker, and combat boots with heels on them, the skirt was short again but not against the dress code.

Tucking the strands back with a hairbrush, you counted one to ten. Counting one to ten was the only coping mechanism she knew, taught by a therapist. Touching and cleaning items were another coping mechanisms you knew. The more you brush your hair, the more nervous you became. Every time you heard the phone ringing, you were sent over to the edge, reeling into panic. Parents were shocked to why you overreacted when you dashed up the stairs and locked the doors.

Recalling the unknown caller’s words, you checked every single doors and closets before bed time and before leaving and locking every single doors before bedtime.

And leaving night lights on and closing the windows with a curtain would be best. Luckily, you windows are in no way for intruders to get in.

But you felt something was missing.

When you entered the school and attended, you felt nothing but dread and shortcomings waiting for you. You wanted to tell the therapist about the unknown caller and the movie trivia, and how the unknown person was spying on you and threatened your life if you don’t get the right answer, you get punished eternally like Casey.

You don’t know Casey Becker that much, but you eavesdrop on people gossiping on her brutal death, how the parents found her hanging by the tree, guts spilling out like red juice.

Nearly vomiting over the thought, you rushed towards the restroom. You rushed too fast to a point you bumped into someone. And that someone is Billy Loomis.

You don’t know him very well, but you also overheard about how girls fawned over him, despite having a girlfriend.

“Y/N,” he said, shocked at your speed.

“Billy,” you shuddered, then recollected yourself together. “Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bump into you.”

“Everything okay?” he asked, brown eyes stared at you.

“I’m fine, it’s just….”

“You look pale. Do you want me to take you to the nurse?”

“No, I’m fine. I just feel dizzy at the moment,” you said, struggling to breathe.

Without your medication, your brain has gone haywire—a kick in the ass.

“I’ve got sometime to talk,” he offered.

“You sure? I mean, I’m just not feeling good at the moment.”

Suddenly, your body shivered, hot and cold, goosebumps traveled down onto your skin.

“Let’s go and talk here,” he suggested.

“No, it’s fine. We can talk at lunch later,” you said. “I was just trying to get used to the place.”

Billy nodded. “Okay,” he said.

Billy took you to the farthest corner in Woodsboro High, leaving you two desolate, miles apart from the prying eyes and ears. Although your anxiety still kicked in, you couldn’t help but wonder why Billy escorted you alone and not tended to his girlfriend.

“What’s been on your mind?” Billy spoke up.

Held a staggered breath in, you couldn’t help he looked more…off. Maybe that’s how guys are. Off and weird and being confident when they want to be.

“I…I don’t know, Billy,” you uttered, shuddered.

“Are you feeling cold? Sick?” he pressed on, like he was coaxing.

“Neither…I’m just—”

“What?”

“Billy, you sound too eager,” I remarked, a tinge of worry sounded.

He sighed, and began to calm himself.

“I don’t know if I should…talk about this…”

He eyed on you.

What are the chances I might get killed by an unknown caller? He might be spying on me right now, eavesdropping. I don’t know how to cope. Can’t even talk to my therapist. He might judge me or an unknown caller might kill my therapist and me. Should I even talk to someone about this? Again, what are the chances? Either I go in or go home. There’s no other way. Maybe I could lie to Billy. Maybe I could say that I’m on my period. Maybe I could say that I was having a nightmare. Maybe I could say that a random hot guy dumped on me on the spot. What won’t kill him may never know. Keeping it as a secret to my grave—oh god, I’m spiraling! What do I feel trapped? Why? Why? Why?! WHY—

Tears spilled, ruining your light makeup as Billy watched you.

“Sorry, it’s my…period,” you explained. “I don’t feel good. I haven’t eaten anything since this morning.”

Billy tilted his head sideways. “Are you sure?”

Sniffed, I said, “Yes, I’m sure. I just—” breath hitched, my throat bobbed, dryness sharpened from keeping my weeping sounds locked in—“I’m fine. It’s my period. It hurts a lot lately, and, I don’t know, it might freak some guys out, and—”

Billy’s arms wrapped around me and held me close to his chest, noticing he’s taller than me. Way taller. It felt so weird getting a hug from someone who I barely know.

“It’s alright, darling,” he soothed. “It’ll be gone…it’s going to be alright.”

Slightly, I returned the gesture. It felt good.

“It’s going to be alright, darling,” he cooed.

Darling?

You pulled back, but he kept you in.

“You ain’t going nowhere, sweetheart.”

Now it’s sweetheart? Doesn’t he have a girlfriend?

Then a few girls stared at them, gossiping.

“Don’t mind them,” he said to you. “Their gossips are practically useless once high school is over. Want to meet again later?”

You nodded. “Sure.”

“I’ll be at Stu’s house tonight. I assume you’re gonna be there.”

You shook your head. “No. I’ll be watching the movies I’ve been meaning to watch. Then do my homework.”

Billy nodded. “I see. I’ll see you whenever.”

He gave you a kiss on the forehead.

Then you watched him walked away, heading straight to your next class with the blush on your cheeks.

Tonight was ordinary, ordinarily boring. You finished the movies without having a panic attack. As soon as you’re done with the movies and cleaning the living room up, you headed straight to your room, only to find your window open.

How the fuck—you don’t remember opening the window.

Then a hand held onto your mouth and spotted a ghostly white mask and black robe.

You screamed, wailing and flailing.

The ghost mask figure tied your hands quick, and as you kicked him, you ran, but he caught you quick, and placed you down onto your cushioned bed, and undo his zipper on his pants, and tugged your shorts and underwear, before taking your virginity.

You squealed in terror pleasured in his hardened cock as he took you in a tremendous speed. The blood in your tight folds bleeding.

Just who was the behind the mask? You wanted to take it off, but you couldn’t, not with your hands tied.

His gloved hand covered your mouth, and your tears spilled. The bedsheets bled from your virginity as he pounded his hips faster and harder.

The bed creaked louder, the canopy fluttered, rocking unstably as he came to a close.

When he spilled inside you, his semen he spilled was thick and hot, and spilled it longer. His frustrations on jerking off and taking it out inside your pussy was worth it.

Too worth it.

By the time he was done, your tied hands grasped the mask and pulled it down alongside of the hoodie, revealing Billy Loomis was behind the killings of Casey Becker.

The infamous serial killer turned out to be the hottest guy in school.

“Billy?” you uttered in disbelief.

He huffed. “You’re taking it like a good girl, ever since our last call.”

Now it all makes sense.

Then he hoisted you up on his lap.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.”

He thrusted his cock again into your wet, creamy pussy as you let out an elicit moans and groans, wrapping your arms around his neck, clawing into his golden brown locks.

As he thrusted, his brown eyes wouldn’t stop looking at your formed expressions before he spilled again inside you.

His plans on killing Sydney and her father was a great success. This way, no one will know, not even the reporter and a newbie cop, since they’re all killed and disposed the traces of their weapons and the Ghostface attire.

Billy and Stu are “survivors” of the attack.

And Billy’s now dating you, his official girlfriend.

It was better this way.

Definitely better.

As for you, you were trapped, not knowing what to do. Surely it can’t hurt to tell the therapist about your new crazy killer boyfriend would it?

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expirisims · 9 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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ringostarrrizz · 18 days ago

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Some quick Ringo doodles feat. Maureen🩷🪲

#the beatles #beatles fandom #the beatles fandom #ringo starr #the beatles cartoon #the beatles fanart #richard starkey #maureen starkey

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georgeharrisonlover · 5 months ago

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If I Fell | Part 3

Summary: Getting to know more about George, you get to know about the others. George invites you to the studio, where they are recording "Please Please Me"

Liverpool 63'

Quick Fluff

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George Harrison x Reader

It's been a few weeks, and George and I have been going out for a while. I met his parents, his mother is such a sweet lady. I have gotten to know more of the boys, specifically the “Beatles”.

I found out that John had a wife, and they were expecting a baby soon. The thought that came to my mind was how Cynthia deals with him, I know I couldn't.

Paul had a girlfriend, but I think that was over. He now seemed to be talking to this girl, named Jane Asher. And well with Ringo, he was talking to Maureen. I knew her a little from going to the cavern more to support George. All the ladies were wonderful.

It's now February 11, 1963. The day the Beatles were planning to record their first album “Please Please Me”. George had invited me to come and see them record with the rest of the girls. I couldn't wait to see Maureen and Cynthia. I wasn't sure if Paul was gonna bring anyone.

Arriving at the EMI studios, I spotted both Maureen and Cynthia there waiting for me. I tried to run with the heels, but I was too scared to trip and fall.

“Hey Y/n,” said both the girls as they waved their hands.

“Hey girls, Where are the boys?” I questioned.

“Well they are inside preparing to record. We decided to wait for you,” said Cynthia. Cynthia reminded me as an older sister and Maureen as the youngest.

“Well what are we waiting for, let's get in, It's getting colder,” I said, giving fake shivers. Both of them chuckled as we were entering the studio.

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As I was removing my coat, I felt arms wrap around my waist. I turned my head to see George.

“Hey George!” I say giving a little kiss on his cheek.

”Hello Lovely, how was your day?” said George.

“It was great and it's getting better right now.” you said smiling.

He let go of me to drop all of my things and gave him the biggest hug. As I do, I feel someone take a quick snap of me and George being massively in love. It was Ringo.

Me and George didn't mind it. We hoped that they would give us the picture whenever they could. I finally released George from our hug.

“Well you better get going,” I said

“Yeah, I guess,” he said, a little saddened.

I gather myself up and meet up with the girls. We were sitting in the corner of the room and told not to make a little peak, which none of us did.

A few hours in, we ladies were tired, and couldn't believe the boys weren't. Since Cynthia was pregnant she left a little early, which John did not mind. She was already in her third trimester. Me and Maureen helped her go home and went to my apartment.

The boys seemed hungry, and the rest there were too, so I and Maureen decided to cook something simple and take it to them. Fish and Chips. It took a while but we made enough for everyone.

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Finally, we arrived at the studio and entered the doors. George saw me and ran. Trying to help me and Maureen with the food.

“Thank you, Sweetheart!” I said.

“No problem Darling!’ said George.

Finally, George places the food on the table, I pass the food around to everyone. Everyone appreciated the homemade food. Maureen and I grabbed the leftovers and shared it. It took a while for everyone to finish, but after they continued wrapping up the album.

I decided to pack extra so it could distract me. I brought my knitting supply. I was planning to make a blanket for the upcoming baby boy to the Beatles.

A while passed and finally they finished the album. Me and Maureen were getting tired of being here. We wanted to support the boys but man it was just so long.

I was grabbing everything of mine, finally putting my coat on, I felt George helping me. He was so busy today that I knew he wanted to go home and sleep.

I quickly went to everyone and said goodbye. I wanted to save the best for last, Maureen and John.

“It was a wonderful day with you Maureen, thank you for helping me!” I said to her,

“It was very much Y/N, There is no need for a thank you!” she said. We hugged and I went to John.

“Hey John, when you get home, tell Cynthia, I'll call her tomorrow morning for our baby shopping spree!” I said to John.

“Okay I will, be safe,” he said.

“I will, you too!” hugging him and leaving.

Me and George left the studio and into my car. We headed back home to my apartment. George moved in a week ago. He's a very calm person to live with. He's very Clean for a man like him.

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Walking to the apartment, George had his head on your shoulder, It expressed the exhaustion of the day he had. Finally opening the door, I dropped everything in my arms gently, and went to my room to quickly change your PJ and so did George. Then we lay under the sheets, George was holding me in his arms, and we both felt the warmth and love there. We didn't need to exchange words as much. We understood each other's silence.

“Goodnight Love, sweet dream,” said George.

“Goodnight sweetheart, I love you,” I said

“I Love you too,” he said.

Those were the last words I heard before I slept.

This is possibly my last part for the "If I fell" series, even though it was three freaking parts. Hope you guys enjoyed it!! Have a goodnight or good morning!! :)

#60s #george harrison #john lennon #paul mccartney #ringo starr #the beatle #the beatles images #80s #george harrison x reader

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one-blaze-of--glory · 4 months ago

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the timeline of rent act 1 is so weird though, like. in the beginning it's 9 pm. obviously. we know this.

the life support meeting is at 9:30

meaning in half an hour, Collins got beaten on the street, met Angel, went home to get patched up by Angel, went shopping with the money Angel got for dog murder, ran into and went home with Mark and then went to the life support meeting with Angel. also sometime in the middle of all this Mark had time to help Joanne fix Maureen's equipment. when did that even happen? how quick was it that he could still make it to the life support meeting at 9:30?

and we know btw the first time Mark was gone for long enough for Roger to have time to angst about not being able to write AND for Mimi to come and go.

all this in half an hour?

#I'm being lighthearted btw if you actually hate rent dni

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tia-amorosa · 28 days ago

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Episode 46: Everything under control

The hours passed and babysitter Philipp looked after Maureen extensively. He played with her, taught her to talk a little and practiced going to the potty with her. But that didn't really work out yet. Some things just take a little longer. And then it was afternoon again and Thornton was back home.

"Well, darling? Did the young man take good care of you? It seems so, otherwise you'd be crying all the time. you were outside, he told me. Well, the days are pleasant. But the first snow is coming soon, so we won't be able to be outside so often. Sam will probably be home soon too.“.

It was an unusual sight when Thornton came back into the kitchen a few minutes later after taking his daughter upstairs to the nursery. Sam didn't come home alone this time. “Oh, hello, do we have a guest?”/ “This is Holly, she's in the same class as me and helps me with my homework”/ …

“Are the tasks at school very difficult at the moment?”/ "Well, a little. Eyes I got an A in math and German, so I can help others a bit“/ ”That's really nice. Then you must be really smart“/ ”I got that from my mom and dad, they're both doctors, but I don't want to be a doctor".

Thornton had to smile a little and then thought back to the time when he was the same age as the two children sitting around the kitchen table. He also had his own ideas about his later life, but things turned out differently than he had wished. His father always had a stern hand over him. That took away a large part of his childhood.

After the great catastrophe that struck Sunset Valley, his whole life had changed completely. He was often a little emotionally cold back then, which Morgana also felt. But in retrospect, he learned to appreciate many things about her. Her presence, her work, her dedication. And when Maureen was on the way, he was ready for everything new himself. “stone”.

Even though Thornton was perfectly capable of cooking other things, he knew that he would always hit the spot with the children with cheese noodles. “I'll call you a cab to take you home, okay?”/ "Thanks, Mr. Wolff. Do I have to pay for it?“/ ”No, I'll take care of that".

“Thanks for helping me with the tasks, Holly, now I know how to work them out correctly”/ "It's actually not that difficult. But not everyone likes math. I quite like numbers. Maybe I'll work a lot with computers later on, or in a bank".

"in a bank? Hn, yes, they always need bright minds there. Maybe you'll become the boss of some company one day“/ ”you think? That would be cool…". He knows that things often go haywire in business, and if something doesn't go right, you quickly reach your limits. But until then, the girl should enjoy her childhood, he thought to himself.

Later. It was just before 8 p.m. when Thornton came into his daughter's room and couldn't find her. But he knew where she usually was instead. "You haven't painted for a long time. But don't take so long, okay?“/ ”It's just a small picture, it'll be quick and then I'll go straight to bed. “/ ”o.k. Good night then, Sam“/ ”Good night".

After he had put Maureen to bed and gone downstairs, his phone rang. “Hey, so, busy?”/ "Well, not much actually, but there are so few doctors at the moment. I'm rotating here with a colleague, her husband actually works here too, but he's at a conference in BridgePort…hh, but we're managing here. How are the Kids?".

“well, Maureen got a lot of fresh air with the babysitter and Sam…hn, he brought a girl home after school”/ “Oh, really?”/ “Yeah, she helped him with his math… A little redhead, Holly”/ “Oh, that was the daughter of my colleagues here, that's funny.”/ "hn, okay. Well, he was quite neutral towards her…".

“He's quite a reserved boy, but still friendly to everyone… I'm glad he's turned out so well so far”/ "What do you think it'll be like once he's older? I mean, this prediction thing is really creepy sometimes“/ ”it's his gift, Thornton. We'll have to deal with that. I have to get back now…I'll see you in the morning.".

After the phone call, Thornton checked on the stallion again, who had already found his way into the box on his own. He then went back and locked the front door from the inside. Finally, he treated himself to a hot shower. This had already become a ritual for him every evening before going to bed. Only this time he fell asleep alone.

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#new horizons #ts3 story #the sims 3 story #ts3 screenshots #the sims 3 screenshots #ts3 gameplay #the sims 3 gameplay #thornton wolff #sam sekemoto #maureen wolff

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skinomyteethh · 2 years ago

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to be or not to be?

pairing; kelly nickels x fem! reader

summary; thoughout kelly's newfound fame as bassist of L.A guns he had been acting different though you weren't sure if it was due to the restless nights they'd spend preforming or another aspect

contains/warnings; mentions of cheating. oral (female receiving). fingering. teasing. slight cum eating? little to no dialogue. may contain spelling errors :(

authors note; I need kelly nickels' magic stick in my mouth. also it deleted the damn ask so </3 anyways I hope y'all enjoy reading this!!!

cheating in the eighties or seventies rockstar scene was not at all unusual or taboo, it was extremely difficult to find a rockstar who hadn't cheated on their spouse. hell, robert plant not only had his wife maureen he also had a tour wife and a multitude of other groupies alongside him. these stories seemed to absolutely terrify [name], the thought of her boyfriend cheating on her while on tour was extremely stomach churning.

she sat on the sofa of their shared apartment, staring at the television emotionlessly and in deep thought until a phone call disrupted her thinking. a soft sigh parted her lips as she stood up and turned off the television, walking over to the phone in the kitchen, answering it.

"hello, this is [name]." she stated rather blandly, hearing the stumming of a guitar and clashing of cymbals as well as loud laughter. "hey babe, it's me, I just wanted to check up on you." his voice was somewhat raspy, it signaled that he had continued his excessive smoking habits. this whole rock 'n' roll scene seemed to be fueled off of addictions.

[name] hummed, maintaining her hold of the phone against her ear as she laid against the wall, fooling around with the coiled cord of the telephone before finally responding. "i've been alright, how about you? are you enjoying the tour?" her tone seemed curious yet curiosity was far from what she was feeling, she had her suspicions.

a short moment of silence came upon them, though it was shortly broken by the sound of Kelly chuckling. "it's been hectic, but i'm glad you're doing alright. we're heading back to Los Angeles later today!" just as she was about to respond she heard another voice, it was the voice of another female, she sounded extremely flirtatious and seemed to have a stupid valley girl accent.

"babe, sorry for cutting the conversation short but I have to go." he remarked, letting out a small laugh before hanging up. [name] stood still for a minute, the phone still in her hand, that whole predicament was strange, unsettling even. perhaps now Kelly was apart of the bunch of idiot rockstars who cheated on their partners/spouses.

she sauntered back to the sofa, turning the television back on. overwhelming thoughts began to fill her head as she leaned against the headrest and closed her eyes. what if Kelly had been cheating on her during these past months? what if he had been cheating on her prior to those months? those thoughts filled her head as she slowly drifted to sleep.

at around mid-day the loud, almost uncanny creaking of the front door both opening and shutting startled [name] out of her sleep. she sat up, feeling slightly dazed, not fully awake. her eyes glanced back as she heard the rather heavy bass guitar case drop onto the floor. Kelly hummed placing a soft, quick kiss on her forehead, taking a seat next to her.

upon feeling his lips against her forehead all thoughts prior to his arrival began swarming back, causing her mood to sour. he noticed her sudden and rather drastic mood change, wondering what on earth could have caused it. "did you have fun with her?" her question caught Kelly off guard, what could've caused her to think he was with another woman, despite what others may think he was a loyal, committed man with no desire for anybody but [name].

"what are you talking about?" he queried, raising an eyebrow in confusion. [name] responded with a scoff, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "you think i'm stupid? I heard that girl Kelly." flashbacks seem to hit him like a wave crashing onto the shore. the girl whose voice she had heard was tracii's new groupie girlfriend, he would never and could never cheat on [name].

"that was tracii's girl." [name] rolled her eyes, her expression was tainted with judgement, she still thought he was lying. Kelly sighed, closing his eyes. he was somewhat irritated at her accusations, out of all the people in this horrid world Kelly thought [name], his girlfriend of however many years would know he would never even think of doing something like cheating.

and he was going to prove it.

Kelly was going to make her realize he still loved her. she was slightly by his abrupt actions as he somewhat roughly threw her onto their bed, haphazardly taking his clothing off. his eyes trailed down to her white lace panties, he trailed down and slotted his hand in between her thighs, tugging at the waistband of her panties with his pearly white teeth.

a soft, desperate whine escaped her lips as he tugged them down. he hadn't bothered taking them off of her completely, they were low enough for him to engulf in her pretty little cunt. his warm tongue began to eat her out rather messily, his chin was dripping wet with her arousal as he slightly nudged his nose against her clit, licking up and down her folds as if she were to be his last meal ever.

her hands roughly tugged at the roots of her jet black hair, moaning out random praises as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. Kelly circled his tongue around her clit painfully slow, [name] glanced down at him, absolutely breathless, finally muttering a coherent sentence. "babe, please.."

desperation and neediness were clear in her tone as she quietly spoke. he hummed, bringing his pointer and middle fingers up to her lips. [name] shakily opened her mouth, enveloping his fingers in the warm of her mouth, coating them in her saliva so he could prep her and finally give her what she desired the most. after a minute or two he pulled his fingers out of her mouth, bringing them down to her entrance, inserting his pointer finger, then his middle finger.

[name] bit her bottom lip roughly, gripping the cool, white sheets below her as he slowly and rather gently fingered her. soon enough, one of her hands wrapped itself around his wrist, maintaining his fingers in place as she eagerly fucked herself against them like an absolute whore. Kelly simply watched her in amusement, placing soft, teasing kisses on her inner thighs.

her movements eventually became sloppier, less desperate and calculated, it signaled that she was getting extremely close to reaching the edge. he simply removed her hand from his wrist, pulling his fingers out of her. at that moment she seemed to despise the feeling of emptiness in her, whining as she took off his underwear.

Kelly desperately slotted his dick between her wet folds, the head bumping against her clit as he moved his hips back and forth, up and down. her arms reached up, and wrapped themselves around his neck, desperately holding onto him, loving the feeling. he halted his movements shortly after, grabbing the base of his dick, breathing heavily while he lined himself up with her hole, reaching his hand down, slapping her cunt before inserting himself into her slowly.

he moved his hips closer to her, watching as her soaking cunt absolutely devoured every inch of his cock. Kelly sighed euphorically as he finally inserted himself completely into her, bottoming out. [name] began to crave him even more than before, slowly moving her hips against him, his hands gripped onto her hips tightly, stopping her movements as he began to roughly thrust in and out of her.

each time their hips met her body felt an overwhelming wave of pleasure, her tits bouncing to the rhythm of his thrust. Kelly leaned down, pressing his chest to her back, placing soft kiss on the back of her neck as she moaned breathlessly. he reached his hand under her, groping one of her tits, adding even more pleasure into the mix.

every thrust, every groan, every touch drew her closer and closer to her orgasm. her moans began to grow louder and her body became somewhat limp as she finally reached her high, cumming all over his cock. "that's a good girl.." he mumbled, continuing to thrust into her, overstimulating her sensitive cunt.

his hip movements became sloppier by the second until he finally spilled his load deep inside her. slowly and shakily he pulled out, once again slotting his head in between her thighs, spreading her folds open with his fingers, pushing whatever mixture of their cum spilled out back into her.

finally, Kelly sat up, laying his head against the headboard, breathing heavily. "I hope that showed you how much I absolutely love you and how I would never cheat on you hun." he mumbled, bringing her closer to him. [name] let out a breathless chuckle, laying her head down on his abdomen, glancing up at him.

"it definitely proved something like that."

#fanfic #kelly nickels #kelly nickels smut #kelly nickels fanfiction #la guns #kelly nickels imagines #la guns x reader #smut #kelly nickels fanfic

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