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★ 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 ★ || b.c

★ summary: an accidental confession gone wrong, and fate forcing you to meet the one person you never wanted to see again.

★ characters: bang chan, cannon y/n (he/him pronouns and a masculine frame), holland (the sweetest gay idol in the entire world)

★ warnings: lots of hurt, the reader is an idol, and his stage name is Mars (for the sake of the story, reader also has a last name), so much heartache, grab your tissues bc channie is about to break your heart...this story doesn't follow exactly how chan became an idol, so for the sake of the story, he moves to korea after high school, internal homophobia, mentions of depression, reader has an anxiety attack :(

★ word count: 3.7K

★ requested?: yes, thank you to @cheeseflirty47

★ binnie's thoughts: ohhhh this one is a doozy, yall... i love writing angst so much, and i'm no stranger to rejection and heartbreak, so this is gonna be a little personal for me, so i hope i do it justice...I AM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE BUT I STRUGGLED SO BAD

★ disclaimer: this fic in absolutely NO way represents the stray kids members as people. this is just for fun, so don't take it to heart. just enjoy!

Having a dad who grew up with his best friend from diapers all the way into adulthood, meant that you were required to get along with his best friend’s son. It didn’t matter if you and Chan liked different things, you had to get along with him, according to your old man. Lucky for the both of them, you and Chan got along perfectly. You were both born in the same month, just 3 days apart, with Chan being the older one. You two did everything together growing up, mischievous little boys who rolled in dirt and played with bugs. As you got older, you both realized how much music meant to you.

Music was a staple in your home, your mother was in her school’s choir, and she was in theater. Your father was in a band that he formed with Chan’s father and two other friends, and they would perform for the neighborhood whenever there was a cookout or barbeque. So it was no surprise that you picked up on their musical talent, at such a young age on top of that.

You and Chan were going on a fishing trip while your mom was on a three-day trip with her middle school music class. You and Chan are playing with the wrestling figures that you brought along with you in the back seat, the two of you making punching noises with your mouths as your characters duke it out. The radio plays softly in the car, your dads making conversation as the car rolls smoothly on the road. Suddenly, your favorite song in the entire world, The Girl is Mine, by Michael Jackson featuring Paul McCartney comes on the radio and you gasp, immediately kicking the back of your dad’s seat.

“Dad, turn it up!” Your voice calls out, ignoring the super important heavyweight champion match you were previously having with Chan. Chan just pouts, he was so so close to winning. He had your character pinned in a finishing move, and was about to count to three.

Your dad turns up the radio a little with a shake of his head. You wiggle from side to side in your seat, the music taking over you as you begin to sing the lyrics. As your little voice fills the car, Chan’s dad looks at your dad with an incredulous look. Since when did you have such a good singing voice, and why are they just now hearing it?

“What? You didn’t know my boy had the voice of an angel? Believe me, I was surprised too.” Your dad says, a cocky tilt to his voice. Chan’s dad lets out an awed whistle.

“He sounds real good, mate,” Chan’s dad starts, taking a sip of his soda as he looks at you belting your heart out in the back seat, “Do you think he’d be famous one day?”

Your dad has definitely thought about you growing up and becoming famous one day. He would be so proud, but he would never force you into a life of fame if it wasn’t something you wanted. “Yeah, but I feel like it’s too soon to think about that, you know? He may not even want to be a singer when he gets older.” Chan’s dad hums, and then he hears another voice joining in on your singing, although it’s much quieter. He breaks out into a smile, knowing that the voice belongs to his very own son. He knows Chan is shy about singing in front of people, so he’s glad to know that you bring out that side of him. He's really happy that you and Chan are close.

Things remain the same as you and Chan get older. You both have ventured into high school. You still hang out with Chan every single day, you study together after school, and then you ride your bikes to the park and you play a little bit of soccer (or football, whatever you want it to be) until it’s time for you to part ways for dinner.

Things do change when Chan gets a girlfriend. Vanessa Clovers. A pretty girl with wavy black hair that stops at her shoulder. She has tan skin, probably from playing softball for the school. She had soft blue eyes hidden behind a pair of thick glasses, her teeth covered in silver braces. She was known as one of the prettier girls in your grade, everyone wanted to get with her. Well, everyone but you.

Chan had expressed interest in her to you before, and you felt this weird rumble in your stomach. You just dismissed it as you being hungry, and you clapped Chan on the back, encouraging him to go talk to his crush. As you watched him approach the girl, you turned back to your open locker, your eyebrows furrowed. You couldn’t understand why you were feeling so… angry. You turned your attention back to Chan, who is deep in conversation with the girl. She’s laughing at something, her arm coming up and playfully slapping Chan’s arm. You close your locker quietly and rush off to class without Chan, something you’ve never done in your life.

You were guilty. You were guilty because you hated Vanessa. You hated her because she had something you so desperately wanted, she had Chan. She got him before you did, and she makes him happy. You want to be the one to make Chan happy in that way. You want to be the one to kiss his cheek and hold his hand. You hated her for no good reason, she never did anything wrong to you. She was actually nice to you, and oftentimes tried to have a decent conversation with you. All you could really do was muster a fake smile as the ugly green head of envy consumed your being.

Considering that your birthdays were only three days apart, it only made sense to combine your birthdays together. This year was really no different. You shouldn’t be surprised when Vanessa shows up to the party, a black gift bag in her hand. She makes a beeline to Chan, who’s standing at the grill talking to his dad. She wraps her arms around Chan, giving him a kiss on the cheek, and you can hear a soft happy birthday, baby, fall from her glossy lips. You roll your eyes before you could stop yourself, looking down at the table you’re sitting at. You all of a sudden don’t want to be here, not when you can see Chan and Vanessa sucking faces just a few short feet away from you. Your younger sister must know that something is bothering you, because she walks over with a slice of cake.

“Stop moping around like an idiot, it's your birthday party too, remember?” She says, plopping down in the seat next to you, setting down her own slice of cake. You’re so glad she’s here, she always knows when something is bothering you. She always gives you something you like, rolling her eyes while telling you to, “get over it, loser.” All you can do is chuckle at her bluntness, your arms tugging her close as you hug her. She may hate when you hug her or pretend to give her a kiss, but you know she’s glad to have you as her older brother.

“I’m not moping around. I just don’t feel like celebrating, that's all.” You say, stabbing the red velvet cake with your fork, placing the small bite in your mouth as your sister lets out a scoff mixed with a laugh. You roll your eyes at her dramatics, watching as she points her plastic fork at you.

“You’re just upset that your only friend is busy with his girlfriend. You feel like this birthday isn’t for the both of you, you feel like it’s only for him.” She says, hitting the nail on the head. It makes you cringe internally.

You’ve never been good with change, whether it be drastic change or something as small as dinner plans being switched to something else. It always throws you off, making you groan dramatically (dramatics run in your family unfortunately) and complain about the sudden changes.

“I hate how well you know me, Liz.” You mutter, tugging at your hair as you indulge in the delicious cake in front of you.

“I would consider it a blessing, big bro.”

You should consider today to be a good one. Vanessa is out of town for some family trip, meaning you have Chan all to yourself. Which is why you should be happy, but you aren’t. You and Chan are chilling out in his room, the only sound in the room being Chan strumming on his guitar. You can faintly hear the hums coming from his mouth, his body swaying side to side as he plays. The two of you haven’t said much to each other, just a short greeting and a side hug. You can’t help but feel like a stranger in the room you’ve been in dozens of times growing up.

You look around the room, noticing the changes Chan has made to his space. Something pink catches the corner of your eye and you turn your head to look at it. A shirt, a tank top to be more specific. You already know whose it is, and it makes your stomach turn knowing that she’s been here.

Did she sleep in your spot on the bed?

You shake your head to get rid of the idea of her sleeping in your spot on Chan’s bed, the churning feeling becoming stronger, making you want to spill your lunch. You decide to just focus on your phone, scrolling through social media. This goes on for hours, until Chan’s phone rings loudly in the once quiet room, scaring the both of you.

“Fucking hell,” Chan mutters, grabbing his phone. He lights up when he sees who's calling, his cute dimple appearing on his face. You watch him with a soft smile, wishing that it were you making him smile like that.

“Hey, gorgeous! How’s your trip?” Chan says, holding his phone up to his ear. You try not to listen to their conversation, knowing it isn’t your place to be nosy. But, you are your mother’s son, you can’t help it. You listen as they talk, your heart breaking as Chan talks to Vanessa with such intimacy.

As their conversation comes to an end, you’re stuck with your thoughts. Thoughts of wanting someone so desperately that you would do anything to be with them. You would change every single thing about yourself if it meant Chan loved you the same way you love him. You don’t stand a chance against someone like Vanessa. She’s everything you aren’t. Maybe things would be different if you had been born a girl. If only you weren’t attracted to the same gender, maybe you wouldn’t be in this predicament. You wouldn’t be hanging on to something that will never be, a small fire of hope so close to being blown out by the harsh wind of reality.

“Man, I miss her so much.” Chan says, placing his phone down as he looks at you with this lovesick puppy look on his face. It makes your head hurt knowing it’s not directed at you.

The words spill from your lips before your brain has time to stop it.

“I love you, Chan.”

No. This isn’t supposed to happen. Not like this. Your body burns with anxiety, your eyes feeling wet as tears gather. Your mouth is dry, your jaw slack. You start to sweat as you look at Chan’s face.

You can’t deny the look in his eyes. Humiliation, disgust. Oh, no. You start to sweat, your hands shaking slightly. You can’t seem to bring yourself to do anything.You’re frozen, eyes locked on Chan as his own eyes dart around the room.

“You know I’m in a relationship, and I’m not into guys.” He says, not looking at you. What he says next makes you want to crawl into yourself and rot away into nothing. His voice is harsh, his tone like a rock. He’s never spoken to anyone like that, much less you.

“Even if I were into guys, I wouldn’t date you. You’re my best friend and you’re like a brother to me, that’s just weird.”

You can literally taste the disgust in his voice. So potent and loud, it makes you dizzy. You bite back a sob, tucking your bottom lip in between your teeth. You feel like if you attempt to even say anything, you will throw up.

“Besides, Vanessa was telling me about how you don’t like her. She said she heard you talking bad about her to your sister at our party. What the hell, Y/N?” Chan says, his expression quickly switching to angry.

You can’t believe what you’re hearing. You know she’s lying, you have never said anything bad about her. Well, not out loud. You want to defend yourself, but your mouth won’t move. Your brain is screaming at you to say something, anything. All you can do is look down at your shaking hands as Chan scoffs at you.

“You aren’t even going to deny it? So what she said must be true. I can’t believe you, Y/N! She’s never done anything wrong to you!”

You can’t even defend yourself. You sit there as Chan expresses his frustrations to you, his words hitting you hard. He hates you now. All because of some girl that entered his life two years ago, when you’ve been there the whole time.

“Get out, Y/N. I can’t even look at you right now.” Chan says, opening his door and motioning for you to get out. You hesitate, your legs feeling like the stiffest bowl of jello as you stand.

The tears don’t stop as you make your way out of the Bahng household, ignoring Chan’s mom as she greets you from the living room. She hears Chan’s door slam and she frowns. Something must have happened, the two of you have never argued. Of course the two of you had little disagreements as kids, but it was easily solved with talking and hugging. She knows this is not a talking and hugging situation.

You rush home, your vision blurry with salty tears that sting. You enter your home, making a beeline to your room. You close the door softly, not wanting to alert anyone of your arrival. You don’t want to see or speak to anyone. You try to catch your breath, choking on the sobs that come out of your mouth. You grip your chest, feeling your heart racing under your hand. Your heartbeat reverberates in your ears, your body shaking as you drop to your knees. You hear voices in your head, berating you for confessing to Chan. They call you names, they point out your flaws, your weaknesses.

You wish it would stop.

You honestly didn’t expect to meet Chan again. Especially not after your debut as a solo artist in South Korea. You recently made your debut and everyone loves you. You go by Mars, one of your nicknames growing up. You’re known for singing soft songs, the words relatable and full of emotion. Your debut album was a hit, causing you to gain fame fairly fast. Your fans liked that you were authentic, not some tasteless blob molded by an entertainment company for money. You were also one of the first openly-gay idols.

That day you left Chan’s house was the last time you ever saw him and his family. Just a few short months later, they packed up and moved to South Korea. When you found out, it broke your heart, knowing that the last interaction you had with your best friend was a negative one.

Your sister had found you in your room, you were struggling to breathe as your entire body shook. She immediately called for your mom frantically, not used to seeing you in such a panicked state. Your mother managed to get you to calm down, helping you breathe properly before you passed out. After that, she took you to see a doctor, and you were diagnosed with anxiety disorder and a mild case of depression. Your mother was supportive, she got you into therapy and you slowly got better, but there’s still times where you don’t feel 100%.

Which brings us to now. An award show. Everyone is there, all of the people you idolized were right in front of you, and a few of them actually expressed excitement about your debut album. You thanked them, telling them that their music inspired you to start making music yourself.

As you’re sitting in your seat talking to Holland, another idol under your label, and a fellow openly-gay idol, you hear some commotion coming from behind you. You turn your head and see a group approaching you. Normally, that wouldn’t bother you, but when your ex-best friend and previous (he still is) crush is in the front, you tend to freak out a bit. Your eyes go wide and you whip your head to face forward, causing a laugh from Holland.

“What’s got you so freaked out? You didn’t see a ghost, did you?” He asks, turning back to see what you were freaking out about. All he sees is the group Stray Kids, taking their seats behind you. He turns back around to you, taking in your wide eyes and the way you bite your bottom lip. The pieces start to come together.

“Oh,” he starts, “You are totally crushing on one of them.”

“What, no way! That’s ridiculous!” You sputter, your face heating up.

Holland just laughs, his hand clapping you on the shoulder.

You sit on a stool in the middle of the stage, a large piano in front of you. You are belting the words so passionately, the lights shining down on you, heating your body up, making you sweat a little. Everyone in the crowd is moved by your performance, but every time you open your eyes, you keep looking at Chan.

His face is unreadable, almost as if he knows the song is about him and not some old flame like you claimed in every interview. The lyrics just feel too familiar to him, his mind going back to his teenage years with you. He misses those times with you, laughing and messing with your little sisters. He feels bad for how things ended between you, and he wishes he could apologize. He’s heard your entire album, he’s had it on repeat for weeks. He’s not an idiot, your debut album is about him. He has to find a way to talk to you and apologize.

Finding you was easy. He catches you backstage after your performance, watching as you talk to a pretty blonde guy. You’re smiling, toothy and bright, and he feels his heart skip in his chest. Where did that come from? He walks towards you, catching your attention.

He watches your eyes go wide, your entire body freezing as you stare at him as if he grew two heads. He thinks you look silly like that, and he can’t fight the smile on his face.

“Y/N, it’s been a while, hasn’t it?” He says, mentally kicking himself for being so damn awkward.

You hesitate, your eyes looking everywhere but at him. You noticed that Holland isn’t at your side, and you remind yourself to flick his forehead when you see him. “It has.”

“Do you have a moment to talk? Maybe we can get some dinner and catch up?” He asks, his voice hopeful as he tilts his head at you. Your heart flips at the way he looks, his brown hair flopping to the side.

You wonder if this is a good idea. You could easily get hurt again, but you would also like some closure. There’s so many questions running through your head, it makes you dizzy.

“Uh, yeah, sure. Dinner sounds nice.”

You and Chan leave after the awards show, and you go to a secluded sushi restaurant. The air is awkward, but it passes quickly when Chan brings up the time you both filled his parents bathtub with frogs you captured in the mud. You can’t help but laugh, reminiscing about your wild child days.

“Y/N, I missed you. So much.” Chan says, his eyes on you, not once looking away. You feel your face get warm, and you try to fight the smile creeping onto your face.

“Chan, I missed you too. But I can’t forget how you spoke to me that day. It really hurt that you believed Vanessa over me.” You say, ignoring the aggressive bounce of your leg as you tell him how you felt that day.

Chan cringes when he hears that name. “Right, Vanessa. We actually broke up not long after I…kicked you out.” Chan says, and you gape at him.

“If you don’t mind, why did you break up?” You ask, picking at the loose strings of your sweater; a nervous habit you picked up from your anxiety.

“It turns out she lied about you being rude to her because she was jealous of how close we…were.” Chan sighs, taking a sip of his drink as he rolls his eyes. You were right all along. She wasn’t to be trusted.

“I always knew she was the jealous type. She thought I couldn’t see when she would glare at me whenever you and I would talk,” You say, pointing your chopsticks at him. “I never said anything bad about her, that was Liz.”

Chan laughs at that, knowing that your little sister had quite the attitude. It makes him miss Hannah and the rest of his family.

“You aren’t still mad at me, are you? Because according to your album, you sound like you hate me.” Chan asks. “If you aren’t mad, then I’d like us to pick up where we left off as friends.”

You thought about it for a second. You would finally have your best friend back in your life, but not in the way you truly desired. Could you live with that? Sure, it can’t be too hard. You’ll always have other people in your life.

“Yeah, we can go back to where we left off. We’re brothers for life, right?” You ask, a gentle smile on your face as you look at Chan. He smiles back and you both make a toast to rekindling a once broken friendship between brothers.

#binnies req #kpop x male reader #stray kids x male reader #kpop x reader #stray kids x reader #bang chan x reader #bang chan x you

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sundove88 · 4 months

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Project Link Up All Stars- The One Thing You Can’t Replace

Art by @kindabizarretbh

Victor Nefario (Shonen Jump Power Linkage, Linker of Frieza)- Narrating it

Michael DuPont (Mega Man Mega Linkage, Linker of Dr. Wily)- Mr. McNamara

Lucas Daybreak (Mega Man Mega Linkage, Linker of Zero)- Jake McNamara

Various other Linkers from other installments as the Party Guests

Rami Banjarski (Super Smash Bros Power Linkage, Linker of Donkey Kong)- Kid who broke pool table

Kokoda Masuko (Crayon Shin Chan Linkage of Mayhem, Linker of Shin Chan)- Kid who took a crap on the computer

Darren Wilkes (Mega Man Mega Linkage, Linker of Duo)- Chicago Police Officer

Jonathan Rue (Persona Linkage of Light and Dark, Linker of Ren Amamiya/Joker)- Alex

Note: Everyone here is drinking soda and stuff like that.

Another story I heard about myself, this one happened not that long ago. There was this guy at Rivet Bay Middle School whose nephew went to the city’s neighboring high school. His name was Michael DuPont and his nephew Lucas Daybreak went to that high school. He’s a freshman, while I’m a seventh grader. So he’s two years ahead of me.

And Mr. DuPont was a butthole, and one weekend, he and his wife decided to leave town, which you should never do, if you are a butthole. And Lucas decided to throw a party at his uncle’s house.

Hurray!

And everyone- us Linkers and their Partner Characters around our cities heard about it and we all got up individually and thought…

“Okay, let's go over there and destroy the place.”

I walked into this party. Everyone I had ever met was there and everyone was drinking soda like it was the end of the world. People were drinking soda like it was the Cybertronian War and Ratchet was coming to saw our legs off. It was totally unsupervised. We were like the Decepticons without Soundwave, we were running wild.

I walked down, I walked down to the basement. They had a pool table in the basement. One Linker took a running start and his Partner Character threw his body onto the pool table and broke it in half. Another Linker found out which room was Mr. DuPont’s and went upstairs and his Partner Character took a crap on his computer.

So the party was going great.

I'm standing in the basement, and I'm holding a red cup; you see in movies. And I'm standing there and I'm holding a red cup and I'm starting to black out and I guess someone said like something, something police and in a brilliant moment of word association, I yelled: f** Da Police! f** Da Police! And everyone else joined in. A 100 drunk white Linkers yelling “f** Da Police”. With the confidence of guys who have already been to jail and aren't afraid of it anymore, you know that like, I'll serve my nickel, you come and take me, confidence. But white children.

The reason someone had said something, something police was because the police were there. So Officer Darren Wilkes walked down the stairs and got to the bottom in the basement and looked out over a sea of drunk toddlers yelling; f** Da Police in his face, but he was almost impressed.

He was like wow, and then he leaned into his walkie-talkie and went, get the paddy wagon. And my friend Maximus, who is now a Linker, this man’s got a Partner Character in the form of Cell, he grabbed a Fanta, threw it on the ground, and yelled scatter.

And everyone ran into different directions. We all ran in different directions. It was like that scene in Ratatouille when the humans come in the kitchen and all the rats go in different ways. We all ran in different directions.

I ran into the laundry room and I jumped up on the washing machine and I crawled out through a window into the backyard and now I'm running through the backyard and there was this big chain link fence and I thought I've never climbed a fence that high before. And then I woke up at home.

On Monday, I went to school because that's what we always do. And I'm walking into the school building and who do I see but Lucas. And he says to me hey, were you at my party on Saturday and I said no, you know, like a liar. And he said things got really outta hand. Someone broke the pool table. Someone took a crap on my uncle’s computer.

But the worst thing, he says; the worst thing is that someone stole these old antique photos of my grandma and my aunt and uncle are freaking out about it. And I had that thought that only blackout drunks and Steve Urkel can have. Did I do that? I figured no. I wouldn't have done that.

But I was never sure, until after I became a Linker, relax. I'm playing video games with this kid named Jonathan that we also met on the internet with. Few weeks later, we’re Linkers by now. We're playing video games for a couple hours with our Partner Characters, and then Jonathan says to me, hey, come here I want to show you something and he takes me into his bedroom and then he takes me into a side room off of his bedroom. Never a good thing to have.

He shows me a tiny room that is covered wall to wall in stolen antique photos from different people's parties over the years. And I said why? Why do you do this? And Jonathan said, because it's the one thing you can't replace. That's the end of that story, but how screwed up is that right? That's crazy.

#incorrect quotes #source: John Mulaney #the one thing #the one thing you can’t replace #project link up #PLU #project link up all stars #PLU all stars #funny #Shonen jump power linkage #SJPL #mega man mega linkage #mmml #super smash bros power linkage #SSBPL #crayon shin Chan linkage of mayhem #csclom #persona linkage of light and dark #plol&d

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ninthskzmember · 8 months

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Birthday, debut. Part III

Part two

Idol!skz word count: 1,7k. warnings: Hyunjin is a jealous fuck.

Requests are open :)

"Hey mate" Chris greeted Luke and shook his hand.

"Hey guys," Ashton came in behind his friend, followed by Michael and then Calum.

A general "hey" came from my member's side, as did the other two guys. Then there was an akward silence between all of us.

"Moonjin, congrats on your performance!" Ashton exclaimed and came my way to hug me, and I disappeared in his arms.

"It's like a huge Changbin is hugging her." Seungmin commented and, once again, won a punch from Minho.

"Hyungggg," he cried while rubbing his stomach again.

"Told ya." Minho glanced at him with a sarcastic smile on his face.

"We got you this as a gift; I know you love it." Calum spoke for the first time towards me, handing me a six-pack of Australian beer.

"Thank you!" I smiled at him, taking the beverage from his hand as he gifted me one of his smirks, one of the kind where his eyes disappear. "And thank you for coming all the way here. It really means a lot to me." I looked at the four of them.

"It's nothing; you're our friend, mate! It's the least thing we can do." Mike smiled. "You're always coming to us; it was our turn."

"Yeah, that's right," Felix said with an overly deep voice, winning a gasp from Ashton and Michael.

"I honestly always forget you've got that voice, bruh; you do not fail to surprise me." Ashton joked around, trying to be nice.

Thank God the eight of my guys laughed lightly.

"He's my fairy with a truck driver's voice." I joked, and my best friend laughed and placed his arm around my shoulders.

"When are you coming to work with us?" Michael asked

Hyunjin was surprisingly quiet, just observing the whole interaction.

"So you came all the way here just to exploit me?” Another joke came from me.

"No. But we always have a great time together! And I'm inviting all of you," he said, looking at my members too.

"I'm sure 3racha would love to." Jeongin responded, smiling sweetly.

"Anytime, mate," Chan said. It's kind of weird when Chris is talking almost monosyllabic.

Minho kindly engaged in a conversation with the Australians, and Hyunjin took advantage of the situation to pull me aside.

"I thought Calum wasn't here." His deep stare was nailed to my eyes.

"I thought that too." I blinked repeatedly. "He did not even make a sound when Luke called... And you know, I can tell those kinds of things."

"Yeah, we know you're obsessed with the man," Hyunjin said, rolling his eyes. I ignored his comment; he was just trying to make drama.

"But it's sweet," he gave me the most deadly look when the words came out of my mouth. "That they're here," I raised my eyebrows. "I never did that for them."

"That was surely your man trying to make it up to you and taking his whole band to not make it obvious," he replied with his arms crossed over his chest.

"No, Cal's not that type." I denied it as I glanced over to the man in the subject: "If he messes up, he'll own up to that."

"Oh, so he's your man," he said, raising his eyebrows at me.

"Yeah." I nodded just to upset him.

He has been getting on my nerves all day.

I saw how his ears turned red from anger and jealousy, which made me laugh inside my head, but he did not show it.

"Felix" Hyunjin called our best friend, "Talk to her; I cannot stand her. She's being Mini-Minho again."

An angry Jinnie walked away from me, and I smirked funny. Felix came all the way to me.

"What did you do?" he asked.

"He's being toxic. Calum has barely talked to me, and he is being dramatic." I looked at the blonde one and said, "You know me, Lix."

"He's sensitive. And so are you, even if you don't show it. Think about how you would feel if Lia was here instead of Calum."

"Yeah, as if it doesn't happen at least two times in a day," I said, rolling my eyes.

"Moonjin-ah!" I heard a familiar voice come from the open door, letting my female best friend be seen.

"RYUJIN," I said, opening my arms and encouraging her to come to me.

She rushed through the people and hugged me tightly

"Congratulations, mama," she smiled widely, and I did the same to her.

"Thank you! We were just talking about..."

"Moonjin-ssi sunbaenim" Yeji came in behind my best friend and said, "Congratulations on your debut." She bowed at me along with Yuna and Lia.

"Thank you." I bowed back and looked at Chan, who was looking at the scene.

"I think I need to shut up sometimes," Felix whispered at me.

"Ya think?" I threw a deadly look at him.

"MOONJIN UNNIE" Another voice, agitated this time, made its way to my ears. "I'm so sorry, I was peeing." She laughed and hugged me.

"I hope you washed your hands," I joked at Chaeryeong and all the girls, and Felix laughed.

"I did not," she said, caressing my face with his wet hand, which had obviously been washed but not dried.

"MoonJin-ssi" My manager caught my attention. "There's people that wanted to congratulate and say hi."

"Yeah, sure." I smiled. "Tell them to come in."

Not two seconds later, Suga came into the dressing room, along with the rest of his members. Immediately everyone—except for 5SOS—bowed at them. The 5SOS members bowed after realizing that everyone did.

"Congratulations Moonjin!" Suga bowed and then hugged me.

"Thank you, Yoongi-ssi." I smiled at him.

All the BTS members came one by one to hug me and congratulate me.

"So, what are you doing tonight?" Taehyung talked to me, and I looked at Hyunjin rapidly. He wanted to take me out to dinner tonight.

"I think I've got this thing with my members..." I almost whispered.

"No, you don't," Seungmin said out loud, and Minho took action again.

"We wanted to take you out too," Luke said out of nowhere.

"Oh, three groups frightened for her love," Lia said in a Phoebe Buffay way quietly to Yuna, but not quietly enough for me not to hear. Not from her.

"We can arrange a small party in our house." Namjoon offered, and Jungkook nodded in agreement.

"Sure!" Chan came into the conversation. He definitely liked the Bangtang boys more than the 5SOS boys. "I'd offer our dorm, but it's pretty small," he added shyly.

"It's no problem. We'll take care of it." Suga smiled

I did not make this clear, but... I'm pretty close with Yoongi. We like to write and produce a lot together. He helped me a lot with my album. Being close to him and working with him is pretty much spending time with his members too.

Felix often gets kind of possessive over me when Yoongi is around. He told me that he's afraid that I'd drift apart with him.

So yeah, the majority of my members are pussies. Seungmin, Minho, and I get tagged like the 'cold and heartless ones'. Sometimes even Jeongin.

"Everyone is invited!" Jin said it out loud, and I laughed.

"Thank you, Sunbanim," the Itzy members bowed at the Bangtan boys and also did the rest of us, thanking them.

The boys left the room, but not before Jungkook gifted me another hug and congratulations.

Yeji, Lia, Ryujin, Chaeryeong, and Yuna followed the BTS steps and left us all alone again.

"Where are you staying?"

"Four Seasons," Calum replied.

"Y'all are wealthy bitches," I laughed.

"Youngblood did pretty well, actually," Luke replied to me with a smirk on his face.

"You know, I really like that song... The one that talks about a knitted sweater for two."

"Oh, so, the one that you helped write," Ashton added, and he let out a little laugh. His kind of little laughs

"Talk fast. Ro-mance" Jisung did a little dance while singing a part of the song, making me laugh.

"No, Ji, sing YOUR song." I jumped excited.

"Oh yeah, wait," he said, clearing his throat. "Whyyyy, won't you love me?"

"Damn, he can hit those notes," a surprised Ashton said again.

"They all have their songs." I looked at the four guys.

"Yeah? From Youngblood?" Luke raised his eyebrows, kind of excited.

"Most of them," I nodded. "So, Chan is a hundred percent Youngblood. Then Minnie is―"

"Don't call me that," both Minho and Seungmin protested at the same time.

"Bro, you'll take whatever I say," I frowned at Seungmin. "As I was saying, Minho oppa..." I corrected myself this time while looking at him. "... is Valentine. Binnie is If Walls Could Talk. Hyunjin-ah is―" I was cut off again.

"Hyunjin Oppa," he corrected me.

"Oh, so now you're oppa?" I looked at him with one of my eyebrows raised.

"I am," he maintained eye contact.

"Alright," I said, "Hyunjin oppa is more." Calum looked at us attentively, knowing my love for that song.

"Oh, by the way, all of these are talking about the music itself, not the lyrics." I cleared and kept talking. "Jisung is Why Won't You Love Me? Felix is obviously a better man. Minnie wants you back. And Innie is woke up in Japan." I finished, and the room was silent.

"You've been thinking about this, haven't you?" Felix asked

"A bit, yeah."

"You could have gotten me Ghost of You."

"Nah, I'm not ruining those amazing songs with y'all. The ghost of you and Lie to Me are untouchable."

"I'm satisfied with my song," Chan said, out of nowhere.

"It was the easy option," Changbin added.

"It was not." I crossed my arms over my chest.

"It was. Giving the leader the title track," said Minho.

"Hey!" I frowned again. "You're supposed to be on my side of sh*t. You're breaking the contract," I pointed at him.

"Contract?" a few of the guys asked, not really understanding the situation.

"Oh, that shit I didn't want to participate in?" asked Seungmin.

"Yeah, 'Cause you stink. That's why I'm Mini-Minho and not Mini-Minnie."

"I don't want you to be mini-minnie-me."

"Eenie meenie miney mo lover" Jisung started singing again, and everyone laughed.

"Don't you think you're frighting too much today, noona?" Jeongin asked me to be by my side.

"Yeah, right?" I looked at him, thinking, "I think I'm kind of hormonal." I moved my head to the side, and he laughed.

to be continued...

Guys if you wanna get tagged in my updates, please leave a comment letting me know! I'll make a taglist <3

#skz #skz imagines #stray kids #skz ninth member #stray kids imagines #lee know #lee felix #bang chan #kim seungmin #seungmin #jeongin #changbin #han jisung #hyunjin #imagine #imagines

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lavnderwonu · 7 months

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seventeen as my favorite 80's songs!

i’m always bragging about my music taste and how i literally can listen to almost anything. i’m an expert in 70s and 80s genres (if i do say so myself). so here’s the members as 80’s songs! i picked songs based off vibes, & you can tell which ones are more new-wave, and which ones are more metal/rock lol. click the link to listen and you might find some new fave songs!🕺🏼🩷 clearly i love the smiths…

choi seungcheol ❀

mr. telephone man by new edition

vacation by the go-go’s

there is a light that never goes out by the smiths

yoon jeonghan ❀

take my breath away by berlin

cheri cheri lady by modern talking

eyes without a face by billy idol

hong joshua ❀

love my way by the psychedelic furs

everybody wants to rule the world by tears for fears

slipping through my fingers by abba

wen junhi ❀

easy lover by philip bailey & phil collins

talking in your sleep by the romantics

careless whisper by george michael

kwon soonyoung ❀

tenderness by general public

your love by the outfield

angel by madonna

jeon wonwoo ❀ (he’s so the smiths coded to me)

how soon is now? by the smiths

just like heaven by the cure

please, please, please let me get what i want by the smiths

lee jihoon ❀

treat me right by pat benatar

smooth operator by sade

loves bites by judas priest

lee seokmin ❀ (HEAVY on the mj/prince vibes)

i would die 4 u by prince

dirty diana by michael jackson

africa by toto

kim mingyu ❀

(i just) died in your arms by cutting crew

pour some sugar on me by def leppard

lovesong by the cure

xu minghao ❀

west end girls by pet shop boys

this charming man by the smiths

the reflex by duran duran

boo seungkwan ❀

head over heels / broken by tears for fears

space age love song by a flock of seagulls

kiss on my list by daryl hall & john oates

chwe hansol ❀

my kinda lover by billy squier

rebel yell by billy idol

bigmouth strikes again by the smiths

lee chan ❀

i think we’re alone now by tiffany (this song is so cute lolol)

wake me up before you go-go by wham!

in your room by the bangles

#seventeen x 80s #seventeen as 80’s songs #choi seungcheol #yoon jeonghan #hong jisoo #hong joshua #wen junhui #kwon soonyoung #jeon wonwoo #lee jihoon #lee seokmin #kim mingyu #xu minghao #boo seungkwan #chwe hansol #lee chan

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moviesludge · 2 years

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#Ghost Snatchers #1986 #Bi Gui Zhuo #Michael Wai-Man Chan

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mynamesjameslynx1412 · 7 months

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If Nintendo decides to bring Tomodachi Life back I made a list of the first few miis I will be immediately adding

Read at your own risk

Chris Mclean

Gerard Way

Walter White

Obama Nosurname

Donald Trump

Joe Biden

John F. Kennedy

George Bush

IM RADIO REBEL

Oh My Gah

Hatsune Miku

Junko Enoshima

Dr. Eggman

Goku Wukong

Johnny Bravo

Mr. Beast Rich

Stewy Guy

Sexy Waluigi

Bowsette Koopa

Ross Geller (note: make him marry everyone)

MC Y/N

Jesus Christ

Sussy Baka

Shrek Ogre

Shinji Ikari

Biblically Accurate Angel

Misa Amane

Sleep Paralysis Demon

Toru Inoue

Donut boy (my friend’s oc)

Yandere-Chan

Baby Hazel

Devil GGG

Angel GGG

Freddy Fazbear

Giffany dot GF

Gingerbrave Cookieman

Ronald mcdonald

Red guy dhmis

ENA

Jack InaBox

Garfield Lasagna

Batman Man

Joker Societyman

Natural Harmonia Gropius

Yaoi man #1

Yaoi man #2

Eric Cartman

Twilight Sparkle

Mordecai Turanga

Little German Lad

Jason Dean

Conservative-kun

Liberal-chan

Communist-san

Gay pyjamas

Moetron 2chan

Robby Rotten

Tom Nook

Slenderman Pasta

Senpai FNF

Bibble Demon

Candice Nuts

Dhar Mann

Kanye West

Nagito Komaeda

Sans Undertale

Micheal Jackson

Dream Face Reveal

Koneko-chan

Hitoshi-san

Jeff Bezos

Hello Kitty Girl

Kermit the Frog

Cool Cat

Popuko Epic

Pipimi Epic

Jone Ass

Big Chungus

Willy Wonka (married to unknown)

Unknown (married to willy)

Michael Cera

The onceler

#this might be one of the greatest all-stars list ever #feel free to suggest more #tomodachi life #tomodachi collection #tomodachi game #my post

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Book recommendation tag game

Rules: recommend as many books as you like. please include genre and some basic information on it (either your words or a copy+paste synopsis). feel free to include cover art, a personal review, trigger warnings, and anything else! just don’t spoil the book!

Thank you for the tag, @dekarios 💕

Days at the Morisaki Bookshop, by Satoshi Yagisawa

Genre: Contemporary fiction

Takako has never liked reading. That's why, after a romantic let-down, she isn't too thrilled about moving into the family's bookshop with her excentric uncle. In Jimbocho, a bookworm's dream, she hopes to mend her broken heart in peace, and, maybe, start anew.

A cosy story about connecting with people you kow and people you don't. There is a sequel, but I did enjoy this book more as a stand-alone.

The adventures of Amina al-Sirafi, by Shannon Chakraborty

Genre: Fantasy, historical fiction

Amina al-Sirafi repeats time and time again how she doesn't miss her old life. After all, she says, she's too old to cross the Indian Ocean as she used to, and she made too many enemies along the way as one of the most notorious pirates of her time. But when she's presented with an offer regarding her old crewmate, how could she say no?

This book reminded me of the stories I used to read when I was little, and even though I'm not too familiar with the tradition that inspired it, I never felt lost while reading.

TW: Death, general bigotry, violence

The Blackwater saga, by Michael McDowell

Genre: Horror, southern gothic, hostorical fiction (ish)

A novel in six installments that follows the lives of the Caskeys for 50 years, with a supernatural twist. It all starts when a flood devastates the small town of Perdido, in Alabama. As Oscar and Bray try to find someone in the ruins of their hometown, they come across Ellinor, a young woman who has been trapped for several days in one of the rooms of the hotel. Or so she says.

I'm using the spanish covers because they are too beautiful not too. It had been a while since I've been so inmersed in a series like this. I don't even know what can I say that won't spoil anything.

TW: Death, rape, body horror

She who became the sun, by Shelley Parker-Chan

Genre: Fantasy, historical fiction

With the birth of their son Chongba, the Zhu family is promised a brilliant life for him. They are mystified by his fate, the likes of which they only heard in legends. They aren't surprised, though, when they are told that their daughter is as unremarkable as any other girl. Which they ignore is her strong will and her desire to survive anything in her path, including taking a fake identity to make her own fate.

A dark and brutal story about desperate people doing everything in their power to see the next day. This was sold to me as a YA cute empowerment book; it is not. It's a war story about complicated and complex people.

TW: Death, violence, sexual content, dysphoria.

The great swindle, by Pierre Lemaitre

Genre: Historical fiction

It's only a few days until the World Word I comes to an end, both side know it. That's why the attack planned by the lieutenant Pradelle is so surprising. Luckily for Albert Maillard, another man saves his life during the offensive, but the awful consequences of it will make him feel in debt with him forever. After his stay in the hospital, Édouard is left so desfigured that he refuses to meet his family again, but convinces Albert to help him to get his revenge against the french government.

A heist book set in the 1920s, basically. And the film adaptation was incredible too. Again, pretend like there is no sequel to it.

TW: Disfigurement, ableism

No pressure tags: @veeples @lookingforsomethingcuzimbored @wayhavenots

#there are so many books i would love to recommend but idk how common translations might be #i read more spanish books than i expected oops #btw if anyone wants to be tagged in things like this let me know #tagged #saras library

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ladylilithprime · 7 months

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Luck And Marriage Are What You Make Of Them

Series: Fluffy Faerie Tales

Fandom: Supernatural

Word Count: 5204

Pairing: Sastimmy/Jamstiel (Jimmy Novak/Sam Winchester/Castiel), background Donna Hanscum/Amelia Novak, background Kevin Tran/Channing Ngo

Rating: Teen and Up

Tags/Warnings: Half-Fae Sam Winchester, Jimmy and Castiel Are Twins, Selkie Jack Kline, Sam Winchester Is Jack Kline's Adopted Father, Brief Allusions to Canon-Typical Violence, References to Past Events, Autistic Cas and Jimmy, V-Shaped Polyamorous Wedding, Trans Woman Amelia, Selkie Donna Hanscum, Oh Gods The Tags On This Fic Are Insane

Summary: A V-shaped polyamorous wedding was bound to have some quirks and peculiarities to it. This is even more true when two of the three are magically created twins and their soon-to-be husband is a prince of one Realm and a king of another. They've got this, though-- not even rain can slow them down.

For: @fluffyfebruary challenge!

Prompt: Day 26: Rain

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ISN'T IT A bad omen to have rain on your wedding day?" Charlene Novak asked nervously, glancing out at where the curtain of gray drizzle was coming down beyond the edges of the pavilion. The fact that there even was a pavilion felt like a stroke of luck considering the wedding was being held outside on a beach and the venue hadn't changed despite the weather forecast.

"Considering the season, the location, and the guest list, Mom, the rain was explicitly planned for," Jimmy told her with a wry little smile for her and Michael. He was apparently the twin designated to meet them, as he was wearing board shorts and a Hawaiian shirt that Charlene had never seen before and Cas was nowhere to be seen. As if somehow reading her mind, he added, "Cas is in the dressing room tent helping Sam with his hair. Charlie's supposed to come get me when they're done and it's time to get dressed."

"Oh, is Charlie your Best Man?" Charlene asked, trying not to think too closely about the bad luck associated with seeing your bride before the wedding. None of them were brides, after all, and that was honestly the part Charlene was having the easiest time wrapping her head around about it all.

"She's certainly our best something," Jimmy said after a moment's hesitation. Right, Charlie was the name of their female coworker. "I'll make sure to introduce you when she comes out. She'll be able to help you navigate the rest of the guests. Nobody should start anything, but we've got a lot of powerful people and volatile personalities under one waterproofed canvas roof."

"And a promise to behave and keep any extra-familial drama to themselves is only gonna last until an hour into the reception," a slender redhead in a pale blue wrap dress said as she seemed to materialize at Jimmy's elbow. Charlene jumped, but Jimmy didn't even seem fazed. "I heard my name. Hi, I'm Charlie Bradbury, human hacker and barista extraordinaire."

"Michael Novak, and my wife, Charlene," Michael spoke up on automatic as he usually did when they attended events together. Charlene noticed the way Charlie narrowed her eyes, but Michael was apparently distracted by-- "Would you be the one to ask about the... car?"

"That's Sam's niece, Baby," Charlie said, which didn't make a whole lot of sense. The car was the faerie's niece? Surely she meant the car belonged to his niece, not-- "Yes, she's a sentient car, it's a long story, and she's very nice to people who treat her like a person despite her shape. She's actually one of the reasons the wedding is being held outside since she's the flower girl and DJ." While Charlene was attempting to process that, Charlie turned to Jimmy. "Cas is just about done and wants your help with the ribbons, and then you both need to get gowned up."

"Going," Jimmy nodded, then looked back at Charlene. "Stay close to Charlie, keep Dad out of trouble, and Cas and I will both come say hi afterwards."

And then he was gone, leaving Charlene blinking and Michael humphing quietly. Charlie just smiled brightly and gestured around the pavilion interior at the slowly assembling guests. "Anyone in particular you'd like to be introduced to or would you rather find your seats and save introductions for the reception?"

"How about just giving us an overview of who's who for the time being?" Charlene suggested when Michael kept silent.

"As you like," Charlie chirped, rocking on her heels in the sand. She spun around slowly, eyes tracking over the crowd, then nodded to herself and began pointing out different people. "Well, Baby's Dad is Sam's older brother, he goes by Dean these days and is acting as Sam's Best Man." The man she pointed to was dressed in jeans and a blue button down shirt under a leather jacket. He might have looked completely normal if not for the pointed ears and long blonde hair that had been braided back into something resembling a mohawk. Next to him was another pointy-eared blonde man wearing a cloak in a darker blue, and a blonde woman with long blonde curls wearing a silver and blue diadem. "He's talking to their younger brother, who goes by Adam, and their mother, the Cerulean Princess... she'll probably say to call her Mary, but it's best to wait for her to tell you which of her nicknames to use."

"Princess?" Charlene repeated faintly, scrambling to remember if Jimmy or Cas had said anything about that in their phone calls or letters and coming up blank. "Does that make Sam and his brothers princes?"

"It does, and Sam will be wearing his official circlet for the wedding, but none of them really like to draw attention to their rank here in the mortal realm," Charlie told her with a shrug. She swiveled and pointed to a serious-looking dark-haired man who might have been normal except that he was dressed a lot like the faerie princess. "That's Sam's dad, the Cerulean Knight, also known as Saint John the Divine. Yeah, that John. He's human but left the mortal realms with Mary after his bestie was killed for political reasons and earned his immortality in the fae realms. And the guy he's talking to is the current reincarnation of that bestie. I think he said his name this time around is Chuck, and he really does prefer that to the whole 'Christ' thing."

"You're kidding," Charlene said weakly, staring at the nervous-looking man with curly hair wearing jeans and a tie-dye t-shirt under what looked like a borrowed royal blue and white choir stole. He looked more like somebody's stoner cousin than Christ the Lord returned to Earth.

"Nnnope," Charlie said, sounding far more gleeful than Charlene felt was warranted. "And lookee there, that's the Archangel Gabriel joining them... but I understand you've met him once before already."

"Never seen any of them before," Michael grunted from beside Charlene.

She managed something vaguely strangled in response, too preoccupied with seeing the angel from the church casually walking up to her sons' fiance's father and his friend and joining the conversation. Whatever he said had the... Christ... smacking his forehead with an exasperated expression as the serious expression on Sam's father's face split into a mischievous smirk that made him look a lot like his eldest son despite the human ears.

"Looks like Gabe just told Chuck that Lucy's arrived," Charlene heard Charlie say as if from a distance. "That's Lucifer, by the way, but his reputation is heavily exaggerated, and he's perfectly charming but he likes to make bets and he's almost worse about contracts than Sam's Unseelie cousins. Oh, if you see a faerie girl who looks like she's part plant, that's Bloddewyn, she brought all the flowers. If she talks to you, just be polite and don't use her name." There was a pause, and then Charlie added in a sympathetic tone, "Too much? Want me to show you to your seats?"

"That might be best," Charlene said faintly. It was too late to turn around and run away, she reminded herself. And she wasn't going to let the upending of her faith or the presence of the literal Devil keep her from seeing her little boys get married.

"This way, then," Charlie said. Charlene fumbled for Michael's arm, feeling a wave of relief when he caught her hand and wrapped it around his bicep before leading her to follow Charlie over to a couple of chairs on the right side of the flower-and-ribbon decorated platform at one end of the pavilion. "You're seated next to Kevin Tran and his wife Channing. They're dragons."

WAS IT REALLY wise to leave our parents with Charlie?" Cas asked Jimmy when he stepped into the tent, letting the flap fall closed behind him.

"Eh, probably not," Jimmy admitted with a shrug. "She won't traumatize them too much, though. We made her promise to back off if she noticed Mom dissociating."

"Hard to believe all those years of us being visibly autistic and we never noticed Mom's symptoms," Cas shook his head and beckoned Jimmy over. "Here, help me pin this evenly."

"If she hasn't figured it out by now, it probably won't make a difference for her to know," Sam murmured, holding still as Jimmy and Cas carefully fitted the pins through metal, hair and cloth on either side of his head. "Aside from possibly making her feel worse for what happened when you were four."

Jimmy had to admit that was the more likely outcome. Given the research he and Cas had been doing, they knew that a lot of women from previous generations never got officially diagnosed even after they realized it because the default standard for diagnosis was young boys. Jimmy didn't know exactly how his Irish Catholic mother was raised by their grandparents given that she wasn't on speaking terms with them, but it was entirely likely that it had never even occurred to her that she might be autistic at all, even when struggling to figure out how to help her sons manage their own sensory overloads.

"Charlie was going to put them over by Kevin and Channing, right?" Cas confirmed, glancing up at Jimmy. "If they can get over them being dragons, then those two will probably be the safest people on our side of the aisle. Especially if they're the only ones of the family who came."

"Cousin Anna's out there," Jimmy said with a half-shoulder shrug. "I saw her talking to Donna and Amelia."

That had certainly been an unexpected romance at the time, even if it made perfect sense now. Sheriff Donna Hanscum had stepped up to be foster mom to ten-year-old Matt Pike when he was rescued from his real estate developer father, but she wasn't keen on being a single parent. Amelia, meanwhile, wasn't exactly naturally maternal for all she was willing to give birth now that Sam's magic had given her the right parts, but with Donna there to pick up the maternal slack Amelia was able to relax and just enjoy being able to rub it in the faces of her old bullies that they couldn't say she wasn't a real woman.

A minor commotion from beyond the tent flaps made all three of them start, but only Cas and Jimmy turned when the flap lifted and a brunette woman with black eyes and small curling horns nestled in her hair poked her head in. "Lucy's here."

"Thanks, Ruby," Sam sighed, closing his eyes. "Keep an eye on things and let me know if it looks like I need to remind him that he promised not to start shit with Chuck or Gabe until the reception is well underway."

"Will do, boss," the she-demon saluted and ducked back out.

"We'd better get dressed now so there's less time for Lucifer to forget his promise," Jimmy sighed, letting his hands drop from where he had been absently stimming on one of Sam's small silver-wrapped braids and stepping back to admire his and Cas's soon-to-be husband.

Sam had let most of his glamours drop for the occasion, aside from adjusting the length of his hair to be down to his knees. Cas had done an amazing job styling the chestnut brown waves with braids and beads and silver wires and chains and blue ribbons while still letting most of it hang free beneath the sheer fabric of the veil pinned at two points to the ends of the delicate silver filigree circlet set with blue opals that Sam wore to denote his princely status. In contrast to the marvel of his hair, his wedding outfit was almost plain in comparison, having chosen to wear the white ruffled blouse he had bought on impulse months before with a set of black slit-sided silk harem pants with silver-embroidered cuffs and a blue and silver scarf tied around his waist like a belt. The lack of glamours meant that the expansive array of tattoos and runic wards were on display, visible as shadows beneath the white fabric and clearly defined by the open V of his shirt and peeking out from the slit sides in his pants that ran from ankle to waist. He looked understated but royal and thoroughly edible, making Jimmy think briefly of their plans for after the wedding reception.

"Getting dressed will happen faster without staring at our gorgeous husband-to-be," Cas pointed out, tossing a pile of white cotton jersey knit fabric at Jimmy, snapping him out of his daydream. He stuck his tongue out at his brother as Sam laughed softly, shaking the white cloth out to reveal part one of his own wedding attire.

The white V-necked maxi dress with the ankle length full skirt was not what most people would think of when they thought "wedding dress", but it was soft and light and sleeveless, which made it the perfect garment to go beneath the custom-tailored blue and silver alicorn hide jackets that Sam had gifted them the night they had gotten engaged. Jimmy shrugged out of the shirt he'd been wearing to greet their parents and pulled the dress over his head, then shimmied out of his shorts and tossed them towards the duffel bag in the corner. "Hair?"

"Grab some mousse and tousel it," Cas directed, half-muffled by his own dress. "We've got circlets of our own to put on during the ceremony, so we don't want to be too pristine."

"Got it." Jimmy accepted the spray bottle of mousse Sam passed him, passing it to Cas when he had a decent peak on his fingers, and working it through his hair before fluffing it up a bit. Sam passed him a wet wipe to clean the product off his hands, then helped him into his jacket before turning and helping Cas as well.

"You both look wonderful," he said, looking back and forth between them with a soft smile that didn't even try to disguise the banked heat in his eyes. "If I wasn't so eager to finally be able to call you my husbands, I'd be stealing you away to the Summer Palace already."

"Wedding and reception first--" Cas started, lips twitching upwards in a tiny smirk.

"Honeymoon after," Jimmy finished with a matching smirk. "Now let's go get married."

THE CHATTER AROUND the pavilion quieted when the pristinely polished glossy black 1967 Chevy Impala with a bouquet of blue roses and gardenias tied to her front grill with blue and silver ribbons revved her engine pointedly. The radio dial swiveled and then the volume rose, fading in to the soft chimes and flowing winds and strings of Holst's "Venus, the Bringer of Peace". Anyone not already in their seats or equivalent positions quickly found their way to them, and Chuck took his place at the front on the platform festooned in English ivy, white honeysuckle, and wisteria. Gone for the moment was the nervousness and uncertainty, a calm settling over him that made it far easier to believe he was Christ returned to Earth. He extended his hands, and the gathered wedding guests turned to look down the aisle.

With Baby already in position at the front on the left, the first one down the aisle was a spotted seal in a blue satin bowtie, the compromise for Jack not having to wear a suit like a human. He carried two black velvet drawstring bags in his mouth as he made his way through the sand and up the shallow ramp to the right of the platform until he could sit up, head high and eyes bright and attentive. A couple of cameras clicked, but he politely pretended not to notice as he kept his eyes fixed on the tent. Dean and Charlie came next, Charlie walking calmly and gracefully through the sand on Dean's arm. They stopped at the front of the platform and faced each other, performed a complicated ritual handshake, and separated to their respective sides with appropriately attentive expressions.

The next to make their way down the aisle, coming from the back of either side among the guests, were a tall man with carefully styled dark hair in a black suit with a dark blue silk button down shirt and the top two buttons left undone coming from the left, and from the right a well-muscled man in leather armor embellished with gold knotwork motifs with his blonde hair and beard braided and ornamented, a metal hammer hung from his belt. They stared at each other for a moment, and then the blonde man offered his arm and the brunette accepted with a playful smirk that seemed to bode trouble. Whatever mischief was thought up, nothing happened in the walk down the aisle under Chuck's slightly wary gaze, and they separated at the front with polite bows before taking their places, the brunette next to a studiously blank-faced Dean, the blonde next to a quietly snickering Charlie.

Eyes swiveled back to the rear as the tent flap opened and Sam emerged, drawing a few soft gasps from the people who had never seen him so unglamoured before. The intricate warding runes tattooed across his skin in blue had been accented with black to make them stand out all the more in the brief flashes of skin as he glided over the sand down the aisle. The sheer blue and silver fabric pinned drapingly over his long and elaborately braided hair was the wrong color for a traditionally Western human bridal veil, but the symbolism was there. He even carried a bouquet of blue irises, white chrysanthemums, myrtle, alyssum maritimum, and fern. He did not ascend the platform like the others, stopping at the base and turning to look back the way he had come.

Like magnets, the eyes of the assembled guests followed his lead and the tent flap lifted again to allow Cas and Jimmy to emerge together. With their identical clothes and matching solemn expressions it was nearly impossible to tell the twins apart, the hands closest to each other hidden by the bouquet of gloxinias, orange blossoms, forget-me-nots, blue violets, and ivy. Hardly any skin could be seen beneath the white dresses and blue and silver jackets, but it hardly needed to be as their skirts flowed and swished against their legs as they walked. Several people murmured in awe as they recognized the materials or motifs of the jackets, and when they reached the platform they halted as one beside Sam, who turned with them to face Chuck.

To the far left, Baby turned the volume of the music slowly down until her radio clicked off, leaving only the sounds of the rain, the crashing waves, and the calls of the sea birds and nearby kelpies in the wetlands. With all eyes on him now, Chuck cleared his throat and looked out at the assembled guests.

"Gathered friends and family," he said, his clear tenor voice carrying to all corners of the pavilion. "We come together to celebrate the joining of these three true hearts in marriage most eternal." A few people chuckled at the emphasis, and he paused to let them get it out before continuing, "Who stands as family of heart and home?"

"I, Cer of the Summer Court, stand for Seren, as his brother by blood," Dean announced. "By the grace of our shared father and mother, he is my family of heart and home."

"Do you give your brother to be married to his chosen partners?" Chuck asked.

"I do," Dean nodded shortly.

"I, Thor of Asgard, stand for John Castiel and James Constantine, as their brother by choice," the blonde man in armor intoned, drawing a few gasps from the right side of the assembly. "By the grace of the apples of Idunn's garden, they are my family of heart and home."

"Do you give your brothers to be married to their chosen partner?" Chuck asked him, receiving a beaming smile along with Thor's nod and "I do". "And who stands as family of blood and battle?"

"I, Lucifer Morningstar, stand for Samael, as his brother in rulership," the dark-haired man drawled, smirking slightly when Chuck shot him a look. "By the blood and battle through which he claimed his throne of one of the Nine Realms of Tartarus, so do I claim him as my family."

"Do you give him to be married to his chosen partners?" Chuck asked, just a little warily.

"Oh yes, I very much do," Lucifer purred. Guests nearest the platform caught Sam rolling his eyes, and Chuck looked very much like he wanted to do the same.

Luckily, Charlie took her cue to speak. "I, Charlie Bradbury, stand for Cas and Jimmy, as their sister in service. Through the blood and burns and the battles against awful customers, they are my brothers."

"Do you give your brothers to be married to their chosen partner?" Chuck asked her, flinching slightly when she grinned toothily.

"Absofuckinglutely I do!"

More laughter and some further eyerolls, but everyone seemed to have been prepared by Lucifer's deviation and settled down quickly.

"Seren, Samael, Sam Winchester," Chuck intoned, settling the crowd further to pay attention, "do you come of your own free will to be married?"

"I do," Sam said firmly and promptly.

"Whom do you come to marry?"

"These men beside me."

"John Castiel and James Constantine, Cas and Jimmy, do you come of your own free will to be married?"

"We do," the twins chorused in perfect unison.

"Whom do you come to marry?"

"This man beside us."

"Sam, Cas, Jimmy, please ascend and take your places before me," Chuck invited.

The three of them stepped up onto the platform, revealing that all three were barefoot. Sam crossed left and handed off his bouquet to Dean, who made a face at him but took it with a surprising amount of care and delicacy... until one noticed the way he glanced surreptitiously towards the watching guests, particularly one woman with long golden hair that seemed threaded with vines. Meanwhile, Cas and Jimmy handed their bouquet off to Charlie, revealing the silver spinning dragon ring on Jimmy's left thumb and a flash of black tooled and braided leather around Cas's right wrist. Those hands found each other and clasped tight as they turned to face Sam before Chuck.

"Sam, Cas, Jimmy," Chuck began, looking between them. "You come before this assembly, before your families and friends, to join yourselves to each other and unite your families into one. Have you prepared your vows?"

"We have," the three of them said.

"Begin."

To the audible surprise around the pavilion, Cas and Jimmy promptly turned to each other and, their hands still clasped, raised their free hands in fists and bounced them three times before Jimmy's hand went flat while Cas threw out a sideways V. They high-fived over their clasped hands as their guests laughed, then turned back to face a grinning Sam.

"Sam," Cas croaked, then cleared his throat and began again more strongly. "Sam. I looked into your eyes and the world opened before me. I took your hand and gave over my heart. You warmed a chill in my soul that I was unaware of, and every day with you renews that warmth more effectively even than your Dragon's Breath Chai." Several people laughed, Charlie the loudest from that reminder of their first meeting. "I cannot give you my heart, because you already have it and I know it is safe in your care. Instead, I give you the rest of my life, however long that may be, in hopes that I will bring you love and happiness. I promise to support you in your troubles, rejoice with you in your joys, comfort you in your sorrows. Your family will be my family, your children will be my children. From this day forward until we cease to exist, I am yours, and I accept you as mine."

"Way to be a hard act to follow, bro," Jimmy muttered deliberately loudly to the added laughter of the guests, surreptitiously squeezing his twin's hand.

"John Castiel Novak," Sam stated, smiling as his tone softened. "Cas. The first time I heard you speak, I knew what a gift your every word would be. You knew what I was and you were unafraid. You gave me your name and trusted that I would not misuse that knowledge. You took my hand and I felt the light of your soul. I knew then that I would willingly give you anything you asked of me that was within my power to give, and that has only become more true the longer I have known you. Your kindness and compassion, your strength and determination, your bravery and resilience... all of this and more makes loving you more than just easy. It was inevitable. And it doesn't hurt that you have a way with my hair that would take me magic to replicate," he added with a wink and an illustrative toss of his head, making Cas laugh almost too softly to be heard beneath the laughter from the guests. "I will be your sword and your shield. I will be your guide, your friend, your partner, and your lover. Every day I will strive to accept and embrace you exactly as you are. From this day forward until we cease to exist, I am yours, and I accept you as mine."

"My turn to take a swing at this now, no pressure," Jimmy joked, winking at Sam when he laughed along with the crowd. "Sam, Seren, my shining North Star... when I first met you, all I was looking for was a chance to keep my brother safe. I knew that chance wouldn't come without a price and I thought I was ready to pay it, even with my own life." He looked up, meeting Sam's eyes as he said, "Then we found you, and you showed me that my life wasn't a price to pay, but a gift to give, and it's a gift I will always choose to give to you. I will support you as your partner as I have served you as your employee. I will listen to you, offering advice when asked and accepting advice when given. I will tend your wounds, from iron to alicorns, and always kiss them better. I will provide for you and all of our children, current and future, to the best of my ability. I will remind you that your life, too, is a gift to be treasured, and I will accept that gift every day. From this day forward until we cease to exist, I am yours, and I accept you as mine."

"Dayum," someone, probably Gabriel, muttered, prompting a small smattering of laughter as Sam surreptitiously lifted a hand to swipe at his eyes.

"Pretty sure you knocked it out of the park," he said, voice thick with emotion. He swallowed, cleared his throat, and swallowed again. "Jimmy... James Constantine Novak... even before I first held your hand and felt the light of your soul touch mine, I knew your determination and drive to protect those most precious to you. You were afraid and you still bravely stood your ground, keeping up a smile the whole time... despite provocation."

"I said I was sorry!" Charlie huffed in mock-annoyance, prompting more laughter.

"And I forgave you," Jimmy teased back.

"More quickly than many would in your place," Sam chuckled. His laughter faded as he went on, "It made me wonder how such a brave, bright soul could so readily see himself as an imperfect shadow. Jimmy, it was so very easy to fall in love with you, your adaptability, wisdom, and wit... the same compassion and resilience in your twin applied in your own way. Convincing you that I love you was less easy, even knowing I can't lie. Fortunately for me, you were willing to be persuaded," he smirked as Jimmy ducked his head with a blush. "You deserve to be treasured for yourself, and I promise to not only treasure you for all our days and nights, but to remind you when times get hard that you are worth whatever effort is involved. I will stand at your side to protect you and your loved ones, care for your illnesses and injuries, and hold you through joys and sorrows, big and small. From this day forward until we cease to exist, I am yours, and I accept you as mine."

"Good thing I skipped the eyeliner," Jimmy chuckled, taking his own turn to wipe his eyes with the back of his free hand.

"Sam, Cas, Jimmy?" Chuck broke in gently. "Do you three accept the vows which have been given to you?"

"We do," they answered, not quite in perfect unison. No one seemed surprised or inclined to call them on it, and Chuck turned to beckon Jack forward.

"Sam, as a prince of the Summer Court and a King of one of the Nine Realms of Tartarus, your spouses will be your royal consorts," Chuck said as Jack scooted forward and stretched up to pass over the velvet bags in his mouth. "Cas, Jimmy, do you accept these roles?"

"We do," the twins nodded, kneeling at Chuck's direction, Cas going down to his right knee, Jimmy to his left.

"Cas, Jimmy... receive these crowns of mithril silver and Tartaran obsidian as symbols of your places at my side," Sam intoned, drawing both intricately twisted silver and black circlets from their bags. He fumbled his grip a little until he held one in each hand, carefully lowering them onto the twin heads of dark curls. "I crown you both as my consorts at the same time, so that it will be known that you are equal in my heart and you both stand as my partners in all things, from here unto the end of our days."

"Clasp hands with your husbands and accept the bond between your souls as you have accepted the bond between your hearts," Chuck directed him, and Sam eagerly reached out, his left hand to Jimmy and his right hand to Cas. Golden ribbons of light sprang up around their hands, drawing surprised noises from the various humans in the crowd, before settling into a ring of golden runes around their respective wrists that slowly faded into black. Sam helped Cas and Jimmy to their feet, beaming happily as Chuck pronounced, "Bonded together in marriage of sound minds, loving hearts, and immortal souls, from this day forward are your lives entwined together. By Lady Magic and the Light of the Universe... I pronounce you husbands." He pressed his hands together and bowed. "Namasté."

Baby honked her horn happily as Jack barked in joy. The radio crackled until the triumphant strains of Freddy Mercury singing the chorus to "We Are The Champions" rolled out over the cheering assembly as Sam, Cas, and Jimmy came together in a threeway embrace. If this was the rest of their lives, it was off to a fantastic start.

Notes:

Sam's bouquet:

Iris (faith, hope, wisdom, valor)

White chrysanthemum (truth)

Myrtle (love, Hebrew emblem of marriage)

Alyssum maritimum (immortal love)

Fern (magic, fascination, confidence and shelter)

Cas and Jimmy's bouquets:

Gloxinia (love at first sight)

Orange blossoms (innocence, eternal love, marriage, and fruitfulness)

Blue violets (faithfulness)

Forget-Me-Nots (true love, memories)

Ivy (wedded love, fidelity)

Baby's bouquet:

Blue roses (attaining the impossible, mystery)

Gardenia (good luck)

Lily-of-the-valley (sweetness, humility, returning happiness)

Ivy (fidelity, endurance)

Platform decoration:

Ivy (wedded love, fidelity)

Honeysuckle (devoted affection, bonds of love)

Wisteria (welcoming)

#fluffy february 2024 #rk writes #supernatural fic #sastimmy #lucifer on netflix #thor odinson #i finally wrote the wedding episode

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i-watch-too-many-movies · 2 years

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50 Favorite First Viewings of 2022

1. AI: Artificial Intelligence (2001) (dir. Steven Spielberg)

2. Wheel of Fortune and Fantasy (2021) (dir. Ryusuke Hamaguchi)

3. Cure (1997) (dir. Kiyoshi Kurosawa)

4. Something Wild (1986) (dir. Jonathan Demme)

5. Sweet Charity (1969) (dir. Bob Fosse)

6. Double Indemnity (1944) (dir. Billy Wilder)

7. An Angel at My Table (1990) (dir. Jane Campion)

8. Ganja and Hess (1973) (dir. Bill Gunn)

9. In the Mood for Love (2000) (dir. Wong Kar-wai)

10. The Lady Eve (1941) (dir. Preston Sturges)

11. Barton Fink (1991) (dir. Joel & Ethan Coen)

12. The Wedding Banquet (1993) (dir. Ang Lee)

13. Watermelon Man (1970) (dir. Melvin Van Peebles)

14. Smooth Talk (1985) (dir. Joyce Chopra)

15. Exotica (1994) (dir. Atom Egoyan)

16. Drive My Car (2021) (dir. Ryusuke Hamaguchi)

17. Paths of Glory (1957) (dir. Stanley Kubrick)

18. Smiley Face (2007) (dir. Gregg Araki)

19. Heat (1995) (dir. Michael Mann)

20. Symbiopsychotaxiplasm: Take One (1968) (dir. William Greaves)

21. Fox and His Friends (1974) (dir. Rainer Werner Fassbinder)

22. Bright Star (2009) (dir. Jane Campion)

23. Tape (2001) (dir. Richard Linklater)

24. Magick Lantern Cycle (1948-1981) (dir. Kenneth Anger)

25. La cérémonie (1995) (dir. Claude Chabrol)

26. Aliens (1986) (dir. James Cameron)

27. Better Than Chocolate (1999) (dir. Anne Wheeler)

28. The Hudsucker Proxy (1994) (dir. Joel & Ethan Coen)

29. Häxän (1922) (dir. Benjamin Christensen)

30. Burn After Reading (2008) (dir. Joel & Ethan Coen)

31. The Story of a Three-Day Pass (1967) (dir. Melvin Van Peebles)

32. 2046 (2004) (dir. Wong Kar-wai)

33. Sympathy for Mr. Vengeance (2002) (dir. Park Chan-wook)

34. The Last Detail (1973) (dir. Hal Ashby)

35. Charade (1963) (dir. Stanley Donen)

36. Far from Heaven (2002) (dir. Todd Haynes)

37. Broadcast News (1987) (dir. James L. Brooks)

38. The Man Who Wasn't There (2001) (dir. Joel & Ethan Coen)

39. One Week (1920) (dir. Buster Keaton)

40. The Learning Tree (1969) (dir. Gordon Parks)

41. Clue (1985) (dir. Jonathan Lynn)

42. A Simple Plan (1998) (dir. Sam Raimi)

43. Poison (1991) (dir. Todd Haynes)

44. Fishmans (2021) (dir. Yuki Teshima)

45. Masculin Féminin (1965) (dir. Jean-Luc Godard)

46. Ghost Dog: Way of the Samurai (1999) (dir. Jim Jarmusch)

47. Lenny (1974) (dir. Bob Fosse)

48. Kuroneko (1968) (dir. Kaneto Shindo)

49. Meet Me in St. Louis (1944) (dir. Vincente Minnelli)

50. Gentlemen Prefer Blondes (1952) (dir. Howard Hawks)

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Writing patterns (tag game)

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

@mari--lace thank you for the tag!!

Fuyumi was the first to arrive at the dinner table. [feast of love (so lonely sitting here)]

That meeting was the most boring thing Dabi ever had to listen to, and he was present when Toga listed, for two full hours, all the best qualities of "Izuku-chan". [On The First Day of Christmas my True Love Gave to Me: One Cup of Instant Ramen]

L'anima della bambina era torbida quanto quella di un vecchio. [Il Valore dell'Anima] // The child's soul was as murky as the one of an old man. [The Value of the Soul]

Isagi was splayed on his bed listening to the others chat about this new video game when he heard the familiar buzzing of the speakers. [Isagi Yoichi and Michael Kaiser React to Kaisagi Fanfiction [NO CLICKBAIT]]

When Isagi Yoichi heard "I love you" for the first time, all he could think of was: "Thank God this isn't an official match." [Falling for You]

He was on one of those trains that everyone but time had forgotten. [The Cat got your Tongue?]

The afternoon classes had just finished and the aspiring Knights were heading to dinner. [We Deserve Eachother]

When the new kid arrived Ambrosius was winning his sixth fight against this boy named Thoddeus. [Comrades in Arms]

A cacophony of sounds bounced off the high walls of the mall and lodged in Shigaraki Tomura’s brain. [Lost (like a backpack in a mall)]

She was sprawled on their bed, the blankets were crumpled at her feet and her wings laid on the bed sheets like splashes of red paint on a blank canvas. [Breakfast, baby!]

This was so fun! (I'm also very tired and trying to find patterns is hard™). I noticed that I usually start with actions and narration more than descriptions or dialogues, and the lines are medium-long. In some I was actively thinking of a way to hook the reader with the first sentence, as in, doing it on purpose, for others I started the story more impulsively. I love choosing titles and maybe inserting a pun in them, it really makes my day.

My favorite first line between these ones is probably n. 6, "He was on one of those trains that everyone but time had forgotten."

Tagging, no pressure: @sasdavvero @drogatadiapifrizzole @lizzieonka @aibidil

#tag game #writing #my writing #my fanfiction #long post #this was so fun!!!#writing game

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ASK EDDIE returns Thursday, April 6, 7:00 PM PT to our Facebook page, https://www.facebook.com/filmnoirfoundation/live

FNF prez Eddie Muller responds to film noir fan questions fielded by the Foundation's Director of Communications Anne Hockens. In this episode, we discuss the selection process for the Oscar’s “In Memoriam” presentation, season two of Perry Mason, Park Chan-wook’s Decision to Leave, the impact of the studio system’s treatment of talent on film noirs, “transitional” film noir and more. We wind things up answering two possibly divisive questions, who is the toughest male protagonist in noir and what is the best film noir. On the cat front, Emily and Charlotte are background players.

Want your question answered in a future episode? We solicit questions from our email subscribers in our monthly newsletters. Sign up for free at https://www.filmnoirfoundation.org/signup.html

Everyone who signs up on our email list and contributes $20 or more to the Film Noir Foundation receives the digital version of NOIR CITY Magazine for a year. Donate here: https://www.filmnoirfoundation.org/contribute.html

This week’s questions:

1. What do you think of the methodology used by the Academy to determine inclusions for the In Memoriam during the Oscars' broadcast, and is it possible to submit names for inclusion? Pete from sunny Sydney, Australia.

2. Given how hard it was to find the elements to restore Detour, what are the odds of rescuing films from a now defunct independent movie company?

Michael Johnson, Post Falls, Idaho

3. We thought "El vampiro negro" was great. About a half hour into it, we spotted a brief shot of Chicago (the Wrigley Building, the Michigan Ave. Bridge, two buses with "Chicago" on the sides, and a Schlitz sign!). Do you know what happened?

Donna and David, in Chicago

4. Just looking for your thoughts on season two of “Perry Mason” on HBO.

Kathy

5. Have you seen “Decision to Leave”, South Korean director Park Chan-wook's acclaimed new neo-noir? Kathleen from Chicago

6. In your book “Dark City”, you link the Hollywood studio system to the rise and flourishing of film noir in the 40s. Of course, the films were produced out of that system, but I think you are claiming more, that the moods and substance of noir films were (in part) generated out of the studio system and how it treated actors, directors, writers, and others. Could you say more about that?

Mike

7. Can you recommend other film noir movies that are shot on location? If there aren’t that many film noirs shot on location, you can recommend non-noir but from the same time-era (1930-1960s).

Iisakki, Finland

8. Are there any female-led detective noirs from the classic noir period (think “The Maltese Falcon” or “Murder, My Sweet” but with a female detective)? What about after the classic noir period? Ryan from Studio City adjacent (aka Valley Village, CA)

9. I have a two-part question about Gloria Grahame:

What did you think of her Oscar winning performance in "The Bad and the Beautiful"? And, Eddie, are you happy or sad that you watched the Gloria Grahame performance you said you were "saving" to watch in "Man on a Tightrope"?

Marjorie from the poor part of Connecticut

10. The femmes fatale are constantly discussed and are the proper focus of the genre. What I’d like to know is how Ann Shirley got from P.E.I. to Bay City? How did the spunky orphan from Green Gables wind up on the west coast, being raised by a policeman? How did she find her way into LA journalism and falling in with Philip Marlowe?

Eric

11. Do you think there is such thing as transitional film noir? Or do you think anything from 1960 onwards is simply neo-noir?

Brett Lambert, Edmonton, Alberta, Canada

12. What did you think of gene hackman in remake of “The Narrow Margin?��

Alan, San Anselmo, Ca.

13. Eddie, you’ve mentioned that you’ve watched films several times. Is there, in your or Anne’s opinion, an optimal number of times a film should be watched to truly appreciate its many facets?

Your Henchman contributor, TB, Costa Mesa, CA

14. Simple question: in your opinion, who is the toughest male protagonist in the history of classic American film noir? My definition of toughness would be a character who is not intimidated by anybody, so my nominee would be Jeff Bailey from “Out of the Past”.

Joe, Hermosa Beach, CA

15. What is the best film noir? This is a difficult question to answer, as there are many great film noirs that could be considered the best. Some of the most highly acclaimed films in this genre include “The Maltese Falcon” (1941), “Double Indemnity” (1944), “Out of the Past” (1947), and “Touch of Evil” (1958).

Brian from Toronto

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Good Things In 2022

“It’s that time of year again! Time to remember all the good things that happened in 2022. I’ve done this since 2017, and highly recommend doing this as a fun way to reflect (and to have something for future reference when you are feeling Down.)

feels like I literally just did this for 2021, and yet.

just under the wire...

PERSONAL

I MOVED ACROSS THE WORLD!!!!! I am now living in Dublin, Ireland. it was a move I'd been aiming to do for years, and once I received my citizenship and Irish passport, I decided to give it a shot. I've been here for nine months and am having a wonderful time.

I did more traveling this year than I think I ever have in a single calendar year.

In Ireland, I've visited several counties and lots of Dublin, including: Malahide, Howth, Dún Laoghaire, Dublin Mountains, Glasnevin Cemetery, Little Museum of Dublin, GPO Museum, National Gallery of Ireland, National Museum(s) of Ireland, EPIC Museum.

I finally went to Paris for a few days in June! Visited: Musée d'Orsay, Eiffel Tower, Sacré-Coeur, Notre Dame (closed to visitors due to renovation/restoration work but wandered around the outside and had a fabulous lunch). Bonus points for the Paris Métro, which fuckin rules.

I finally went to Italy for a long weekend in October! Got to see my folks that weekend as well. Spent time in Venice and Florence. Ate a lot of good food and gelato.

My beloved Seattle Mariners broke a 21 year drought and made it to the PLAYOFFS!!!!!!

I have been puttering away on a ROGUE ONE-FRINGE fusion/AU, ENDLESS FORMS MOST BEAUTIFUL. it has been super slow going but I am trying and I WILL finish it.

Similarly, sorta, I took a writing class! I shared a snippet of my original writing which was well-received. I got some lovely comments from my teacher which is currently sustaining me.

Anything bolded below is something I particularly enjoyed and recommend.

MOVIES

2022 movies I saw and liked:

TURNING RED

THE BATMAN

THE NORTHMAN

EVERYTHING EVERYWHERE ALL AT ONCE

TOP GUN: MAVERICK

3000 YEARS OF LONGING

NOPE

SEE HOW THEY RUN

TICKET TO PARADISE

THE WOMAN KING

ENOLA HOLMES 2

BLACK PANTHER: WAKANDA FOREVER

GLASS ONION

BONES AND ALL

THE MENU

AMBULANCE

THE UNBEARABLE WEIGHT OF MASSIVE TALENT

2021 movies I saw for the first time and liked:

ETERNALS

THE TRAGEDY OF MACBETH

FREE GUY

SPENCER

THE MATRIX RESURRECTIONS

UNCHARTED

EUPHORIA (saw season 1, did not watch season 2. lol.)

MOON KNIGHT

FRINGE

STRANGER THINGS, SEASON 4

MS MARVEL

THE SANDMAN

THE CROWN (the first few seasons and then I stopped : / )

1899

DARK (BRO........ BRO........ BEST TV SHOW OF THIS CENTURY?????)

Special acknowledgment: ANDOR. what a trip and a half to see my beloved son on screen once more. I shared some thoughts here.

BOOKS

Did not read nearly as many as I should have! (I did read some other books but they are not on this last as I did not like them).

"Strangers to Ourselves" by Rachel Aviv

"Greywaren" by Maggie Stiefvater

"Babel" by RF Kuang

"She Who Became The Sun" by Shelley Parker-Chan

"Wild Game: My Mother, Her Lover, and Me" by Adrienne Brodeur

"The Hours" by Michael Cunningham

"The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo" by Taylor Jenkins Reid

"The Burning God" by RF Kuang (incredible series but BOY will it fuck you up!!!!!!)

"The Dragon Republic" by RF Kuang

"The Poppy War" by RF Kuang

"Winter Recipes From the Collective" by Louise Gluck

"You Feel It Just Below the Ribs" by Jeffrey Cranor

"Oscar Wilde: A Life" by Matthew Sturgis

OTHER GOOD THINGS

*some of these things are Good as in well-written or well-made, but maybe not Good in topic.

Saw a couple plays at the Abbey Theatre: "Translations" by Brian Friel and "Joyce's Women" by Edna O'Brien. Quite different, both devastating.

Morocco's run at the FIFA Men's World Cup.

Joplin Sibtain, who played Brasso on ANDOR, shared a reel on Instagram of the SPOILERS riot scene on Ferrix with "Killing in the Name" dubbed over it. Incredible.

Martin Scorsese watches DERRY GIRLS.

Local Man Sees Cheese For Sale At Incredibly Low Price, Makes Executive Decision, Purchases 40 Pounds of Cheese

Is Twitter dying? Probably. Here's a thread where everyone shared their favorite tweets.

This angry little dog.

Mother losing it over her baby's laughter.

Dave Sims' calling Cal Raleigh's home run that sent the Mariners to the playoffs for the first time in 21 years.

Janan Ganesh over at the Financial Times with an incredible and scathing assessment of why Liz Truss and the Tories have never gotten Brexit "right". (Hint: they think the UK is on par with the US.)

Twitter user attempts to summarize RIVERDALE in a thread.

This TikTok of two preteen girls discovering landlines that made me LOL and also made me feel DECREPIT.

Shauna Bowers for The Irish Times with a dispatch from Electric Picnic that featured bangers of lines, including: The most sacred Electric Picnic institution of all remains untouched: the inflatable chapel, where all true love stories begin. “That’s probably the only way I’d be able to get you to marry me,” a woman says to her boyfriend. He says nothing.

Ichiro Girl returns to T-Mobile Park and throws out the first pitch to, of course, ICHIRO.

A story about how dogs are the best.

Pianist named Alex Pian covers "Time" by Hans Zimmer in Lviv, Ukraine, as air raid sirens sound. Really powerful.

Emma Baccellieri for Sports Illustrated explores a topic we've all wanted to know more about: what baseball relief pitchers are thinking when they run in from the bullpen during a bench clearing.

This video of STAR WARS characters singing a classic.... just watch it.

CONTACT is one of my favorite movies and Rachel Handler for Vulture wrote an oral history for the film's 25th anniversary.

Stephania Taladrid for The New Yorker, on the ground at an abortion clinic in Houston when Roe was overturned. Required reading.

Linda Villarosa for The New York Times, "The Long Shadow of Eugenics in America". also required reading.

Joshua Rothman for The New Yorker, "Anatomy of Error". A neurosurgeon reckons with surgeries that go wrong. Fascinating!

Rachel Pearson for The New Yorker, "Waiting at a Texas Hospital for the Children Who Never Arrive". Dispatches from a trauma center in the aftermath of the Uvalde shooting. Required reading.

Similarly, Albert Burneko for The Defector, "What It's Like Here". On being a parent in America.

Palate cleanser: Cincinnati Reds allow no hits against Pittsburgh Pirates... and still lose. lol.

Evgenia Peretz for Vanity Fair with an absolutely wild ride of a read about a Grey's Anatomy writer who.... made up an entire life.

Rachel Aviv (who never misses, incidentally) for The New Yorker, "How an Ivy League School Turned Against a Student". What makes a "good" victim?

this thread about creepy shit kids say???

PIZZA FOR DOGS.

sending you all warmth and affection and hoping you have a safe, healthy, and wonderful 2023.

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