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coll2mitts · 4 years ago

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#28 Hairspray (2007)

Welcome to Hairspray, where a well-intentioned, woke, white teenage girl singlehandedly ends segregation in 1960s Baltimore.

Y’know, after watching Cry-Baby, I wasn’t super keen on revisiting Hairspray, but I figured it deserved a fair shot. I hadn’t seen the original since I was in high school, so I booted up HBO Max and settled in for a long night of old-timey dance moves and racial inequality. Guys... the 1988 version of Hairspray is flippin’ great.

The cast is just to die for. Ricki Lake, who I only knew as a talk show host in my childhood, is a great Tracy Turnblad. My favorite devious sea witch Divine is her mother, and Jerry Stiller is her father. Goddamn Debbie Harry and Sunny Bono are her rival’s parents, and Amber Von Tussle is motherfucking Colleen Fitzpatrick. As someone who has a vested interest in all famous Colleens, I was stoked to see that Hairspray was Vitamin C’s first acting gig.

FUN FACT: According to Wikipedia (which is never wrong), Graduation (Friends Forever) charts on iTunes at the end of every school year. Colleen is also the VP of music at Nickelodeon, so she’s doing just fine.

Anyway, the original Hairspray is campy, edgy and hilarious. If I were Miss Soft Crab 1945, I too would bring it up every chance I got. The story really boils down to two horny teenage girls trying to claw their way to the top, but the charm of Tracy is she’s trying to pull everyone else up with her. The way they handle segregation and racial inequality is over-the-top ridiculous, but somehow more realistic than its updated counterpart (put a pin in this). I mean, a racist white woman shoved a bomb in her hair to own the libs and it gloriously explodes on her head. I haven’t seen the musical adaptation of Hairspray, so my opinions of how true it is to its source material won’t be explored here, but the 2007 movie adaptation, to me, left a lot to be desired.

Hairspray might be the most popular in a recent trend of non-musical movies being adapted for Broadway. I remember back in the 90s when Beauty and the Beast hit the stage - it was so successful Disney now has the movie-to-Broadway pipeline on speed dial. But now we’re getting a shitload of movies with no musical elements being fast tracked to Broadway, like Kinky Boots, Bend it Like Beckham, Mean Girls, Beetlejuice, Heathers, Waitress, Legally Blonde, fucking Groundhog Day with music written by Tim Minchin, just, so goddamn many of them. I love musicals, but to say I didn’t want to see The Heathers threaten Veronica in 3-part harmony would be an understatement, so I’m immediately skeptical to the quality of this content and hesitant to consume it. Unfortunately for me, Hairspray is one of the few who had their *corny* musical adaptation also committed to film, and it is a neutered, earnest, high school choir translation of the original and it made my teeth hurt.

The two positives I’ll give the remake are the sets/costumes are great, and the cast serve their roles well, although I will never be OK with someone wearing a fat suit as a costume. The songs are... fine. Again, this era of music is not my favorite, so I’m never going to get excited over “It Takes Two” or “I Can Hear the Bells”. It’s just the tone is so different from the original, and by the end of the movie I was exhausted and very glad it was over. Writing about it now has required several breaks and side-tangents and I can’t even get to the fucking synopsis of the movie... ugh let’s just do this.

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Tracy Turnblad is a “pleasantly plump” teenage girl living in 1960s Baltimore whose sunny disposition makes her oblivious to the reality of murky situation she is living in. We’re quickly introduced to her obsession, “The Corny Collins Show”, which features a number of far-out teens that love to dance, including multi-year winner of Miss Teenage Hairspray and miss Pitch Perfect herself Amber Von Tussel. Her mother, Velma, played by Michelle Pfeiffer, is the station manager at WYZT, and uses her power to keep Amber featured front and center.

After a girl on the show gets knocked up, an audition is held to replace her. While Tracy’s mother Edna, regrettably played by John Travolta in a fat suit, is afraid that Tracy’s weight will prevent her from landing the gig, her father, puzzlingly played by like a 60-something Christopher Walken, is generally supportive. True to Edna’s feeling, Tracy is fat shamed by Amber and Velma and doesn’t make the cut.

After getting detention for skipping class for an audition that didn’t pan out, Tracy makes friends with a bunch of black students who are all excellent dancers. Turns out her new friend Seaweed is the son of Motormouth Maybelle, the sometimes-host of "The Corny Collins Show”, played by Queen Latifah. Velma, in addition to being a massive bitch, also segregates the station’s black talent from the main show, only to be featured one night a month on “Negro Day”. While Tracy is boogying down, Link, Amber’s boyfriend and one of the stars of TCCS, peeps at her ass and tells her if she shook her rump in front of Corny at the Hop, he’d have no choice but to put her on the show.

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In the original movie, Tracy Turnblad fucks. She moves in on Link and devours him whole, with no mind given to her size. She is a kind of bratty, confident young teenager that isn’t afraid to reach out and grab what she wants. Tracy in the 2007 version is the most innocent cinnamon roll that has ever been baked. Link gives her one compliment and she drifts into fantasies of marrying him. Part of me is annoyed by this, but the other part of me appreciates misguided optimism played as humor.

At the Corny Collins hop, Tracy steals borrows Seaweed’s dance move and lands a place on TCCS council. After declaring she wants every day to be Negro Day, the head of the station declares he wants that “chubby communist girl” off the show. Corny, played by a dreamy James Marsden, sticks his neck out for Tracy and furthermore, says the show should be integrated. As Tracy’s popularity skyrockets, the station shows more leeway to her size and her look, but to maintain some semblance of control, Velma works to completely edge out Negro Day.

Meanwhile, Link is clued into how fun it is in detention, and him, Tracy, and Penny all dance their way to Motormouth Maybelle’s record store for a potluck. When Seaweed introduces his new white friends to his mother, Penny delivers my favorite line of the whole movie, “I’m very pleased and scared to be here.” Amber rats out Tracy’s activities to her mother, and Edna arrives to Motormouth’s with the intention of dragging Tracy home until she realizes that black people are OK because they eat brisket.

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After Edna shoves a bunch of food in her face, the gang finds out that Negro Day on “The Corny Collins Show” has been cancelled. Tracy has the great idea to protest the television station, and all the black people are like, “Why didn’t we think of that?” Link decides to bow out of the march because there’ll be talent agents at the Miss Hairspray Pageant, and he doesn’t want to give up his big shot at fame and glory to fight for a entire race of people’s basic rights.

The next day, Tracy and her mom are the only white people in a sea of black people to march to the station. Queen Latifah sings a very earnest song about the resilience of her community, because this is the Serious Portion TM of the musical. Tracy assaults a police officer without giving any mind to what it would do for all the black people she’s marching with, and runs away to let them handle the consequences. The movie doesn’t show any police brutality because Reasons, and a bunch of protestors are arrested and immediately bailed out by Tracy’s Dad. Tracy eventually ends up back at Motormouth Maybelle’s record shop so she can hide there without considering how dangerous it would be for Motormouth to harbor a fugitive of the law.

The next day is the Miss Teen Hairspray competition broadcast at WYZT, and with Tracy being wanted by the police, they have to sneak her into the station. She bum-rushes the set to sing a song with a now-enlightened Link about not stopping progress, while also inviting Motormouth Maybelle’s daughter, Little Inez, on stage to dance. Everybody calls-in to vote for her because the only racist people in Baltimore run the television station, and Little Inez is crowned Miss Teen Hairspray. Amber is like fine with it even though her mom isn’t, and everyone dances and sings to celebrate that “The Corny Collins” show is now integrated! Meanwhile, I’m left wondering why Amanda Bynes was forced to wear a dress that she can’t move her legs in, even though they knew she would participate in the show’s closing dance number. The end.

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Oh, and there’s also a whole B plot where Velma tries to fuck Tracy’s dad and Tracy’s mom finds out and gets upset for like 30 seconds. This is immediately resolved by a song and dance number among a bunch of laundry.

This movie is fine and competent or whatever, but for some reason it just rubs me the entirely wrong way. Tracy constantly says that the 1960s are changing for people who are different, implying that an overweight white teen also knows what it’s like to be discriminated against in the same way black people are. The movie does roll its eyes at some of her most tone-deaf “I’m an overenthusiastic ally” moments, like “I wish every day was Negro Day!” and “This is afro-tastic!”, but it also goes out of its way to talk about how much Tracy has helped the black community. Like, by doing what? Being fat and on TV? That being said, she does use her privilege to feature black dancers on a major television broadcast, so by the end of the movie she becomes the person everyone says she is. Also, I’m a dumb, overweight, white, middle-aged woman, so I’m not the right person to get all indignant about a well-intentioned feel-good Broadway musical.

Final thoughts: If you love bright colors, cheese, and sincere, glossy reflections of the 1960s civil rights movement written by a bunch of white dudes, this movie is for you.

#100 best musical movies of all time rotten tomatoes #unwarranted opinion

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chaosflight · 5 years ago

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my take on the Nerdjuice au inspired by @upperstories

more below the readmore bc i imagine i’ll get very, very rambly.

okay! so, we all know and love the stinky bug man! he’s a stinky bug man!! so how oh how would he possibly turn out as a huge nerd?

the answer: he’s already a huge nerd and you all know it. his interest in canon is just in Being Scary! (and i think that’s true across movie, cartoon, and musical!)

The difference in THIS au, the world is mostly musical with influence from cartoon and movie. He’s a demon, born dead in the netherworld to the demon Juno. She’a piece of shit alcoholic mom, BUT! instead of the netherworld being an eternal, bottomless abyss where the dead spend their eternity in solitude, there are areas of population, construction, ‘life’ as much as it can be beyond the Living World. Juno, instead of keeping BJ around and being terrible to him directly, often left him at places that were public and open where she could more or less safely not give a fuck about him.

His favorite place was the library, because the librarian there (based perhaps on Movie! Juno- a helpful and kind individual) was astute and kept watch over BJ, and nurtured his obsessions, tempering his constant fascinations with the nature of his being (i.e. being demonic and therefore supposed to be frightening) with texts on demonology, the nature of being dead and/or undead, and general education as well. he didn’t care much for, like, maths and history, except where it applied to, say, the history of demons and ghosts. he appreciates statistics like how many people die yearly, minutely, by what means, etc. but this is not his main fascination.

He has access to the living world, but in the same way as the movie/musical, where 99.999999 repeating % of people can’t see/hear/interact with him, and his ability to touch or interact with the world is highly, highly limited. For a time he had a passion for getting people to see him, and spent a lot of energy putting his name where people would see it/speak it. it didn’t end up being as successful as he’d hoped, and gave up. he might be a pariah in the netherworld (having been born dead and being a demon to boot) but at least he could READ BOOKS without waiting for some slower-than-shit reading breather to turn pages (and also imagine only having access to wait that person happened to be reading- no amount of Living Knowledge is worth the inability to choose the knowledge, no thank you!)

and thus he has spent several hundred years in the the Unliving Library in the Netherworld, researching to his own delight, and little more.

flash forward to Lydia Deetz. She and her mom, as in the musical, love spooks and scares and pranks. Lydia is also fascinated with demonology and keeps a ‘grimoire’ thats more a collection of her favorite (possibly real and possibly fictitious) demons, ghosts, and other assorted spectres. When her mom dies- and she knows it’s coming- she goes on a personal researching binge. She preps ‘secrets’ and things for Lydia to discover, hopefully long after she’s gone, including what she hopes will be Lydia’s favorite. It’s the name of a demon that she’s never seen in any other book, and she’s not even sure she can read it properly, the book is so old and worn and in a dialect of a language she only half understands.

Most of what she thinks she understands is obscure, odd, and overall not fitting with her understanding of what and how demons should be, so she assumes it’s fictional, and considers no harm in preparing a fake summoning ceremony that’ll represent lydia’s ‘graduation’ from this fictitious course Emily’s prepared.

Emily dies. Lydia mourns. She, in proper, manic Lydia fashion, burns through the material her mother prepared and gets to the ‘graduation’ in just a few months. Her dad doesn’t understand and the life coach he hired is way overwhelmed, and so she’s mostly just allowed to Do It. They move to the Maitlands’ house, and like the movie, they simply chose to stay and fell in love with the Deetz’s, allowing them to stay in their house, and it was much less dramatic than either movie or musical (mostly bc of bj’s lack of a presence in the diplomacy period of the maitland/deetz relationship aha WHOOPS).

barbara and adam agree to help Lydia, because while they don’t know much about demons or even being ghosts themselves, they’re also under the impression it’s mostly a way that Emily designed her daughter to be able to grieve, and not actually possible to succeed.

but it does.

Beetlejuice is in the middle of a several day research-binge of his own, gruff and tired and furious that his precious research has been interrupted by a CHILD- except that the awe (and mild fear, though it is very, very mild) stops him from erupting in her face. A demon! A real demon, and her mother let her summon him!

The situation is absurd; and for a time, despite his instant liking to the paranormally obsessed kid, he’s still angry that it took THIS MUCH TIME for someone to summon him, so so long after his interest in the living world has passed. The Maitlands don’t trust him, and he resents that, but time and again Lydia summons him with a never ending series of questions about life, death, and the Beyond.

in time he becomes her personal tutor into all things paranormal, dead, or undead, finally having someone just as passionate as he is that he can share his now centuries-deep understanding of it all with.�� the Maitlands eventually (slowly, SOOOOO slowly) come to trust him, and if it were a fic that i’d write, at this point it would be a cartoon-esque slice-of-life episode-by-episode adventure! The first half of the fic, or perhaps just the first installment would be them getting to become friends, lydia getting to mourn her mother, with BJ, the maitlands, and even charles and delia to help her get through it, and the second half/installment would be less dramatic and more fun/lighthearted! BJ and Lydia are the best of friends despite the absolute absurdity of the nature of their knowing each other.

and that’s it that’s the idea!

maybe later i’ll do a color concept or draw the library but we’ll seeeeeee

#beetlejuice #beetlejuice the musical #nerdjuice #nerd au #upperstories #i hope you like it i thought about it for several days and i might've gotten Too Detailed with it #hghghgh #anyway

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vicunaburger · 5 years ago

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hello can i request beej with a partner who gets nervous around loud/yelling people and like. how he would deal with that 🥺

Phonophobia sucks balls. 8|

You practically ripped the bathroom door of its hinges and you went inside, slamming the door behind you and locking it quickly. The noise from the social gathering was thankfully muffled by the thick wooden door, giving you just a few moments of peace from the absolutely cacophony downstairs.

It wasn’t like you were told this party was going to become just an event, having been informed it was just a few people over for some socializing. It was clear the more people arrived that it wasn’t just a small gathering; and soon the small home was overflowing with people you didn’t know personally. That was a whole different kettle of fish: you could deal with hanging around your friends and choosing not to socialize with anyone else, but someone decided to drown out all normal conversation with music.

Soon the home was one loud noise.

People shouting at one another to be heard over the music, laughing loudly at someone’s drunken antics, an occasion shattering of glassware as the party wore on.

The small upstairs bathroom was the only place you could find any refuge from the sound.

You were overwhelmed, sitting there with your back against the door, muffling the noise even further with your hands over your ears. Eventually you would have to leave the safety of the small room, but right now… that just wasn’t a viable option.

Your phone started buzzing incessantly in your front pocket, and you took it out to notice the string of texts you had gotten within the last few minutes. They were all from Beetlejuice; no doubt because due to the fact he was bored at home until you decided to come back from your social outing. He always allowed you the freedom to do what you needed to do with the other breathers, never wanting to restrict you out of selfishness. Well, he made an effort.

They were his standard messages: asking how was the party, when were you planning on getting home, did you need to spend the night… and if so how dare you leave him alone for so long he might just go through your underwear drawer for kicks.

You replied with a single word, Loud.

Immediately, the joking nature of his messages ceased, replaced by a strict set of instructions to follow:

Ignore everyone. Walk outside. Come home. It’s quiet here.

Simple words, but you knew how much genuine concern was behind them. It wasn’t the first time Beej had to help you out of a situation like this, and he became surprisingly adept at calming you down. Clear, easy instructions. Something to focus on besides your own discomfort. After a few moments, the message was repeated; and this time, you stood up and followed them with single minded determination.

#asriells #anon requests a thing #beetlejuice broadway #beetlejuice fanfiction #beetlejuice musical #beetlejuice the musical #beetlejuice x reader #request fulfilled #writing time

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thatscarletseven · 5 years ago

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His Angel (Smut)

Dedicated to the anon who graced me with the prompt; “So Beej is like some kinda demon right? Then what if the reader would be some kinda angel but she’s a virgin. And if she’s gonna lose her virginity she wants to be the dominant one but she’s just too submissive and she fails. Idk if you want to could you write about that for me?”

Note: I made my own cannon for angels in the Beetlejuice universe. Basically, if Beej was once alive but is now a demon, the reader could’ve been alive too and become an angel. Also, despite how the first couple of paragraphs may look, the reader is of age at the time the smut takes place. I just have to set the stage, you know?

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction AND a request. It DOES NOT reflect the author’s real-world values and beliefs. Also, this is smut where the reader is female and gets just a tad sub-spacey. Also also, use of headcannons regarding Betelgeuse’s mood ring hair and excessive ejaculation + glowing ejaculate.

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For the first time in your after-life, you were truly happy. You’d originally been sent by Juno to keep the Maitland-Deetz household safe from Betelgeuse. Every single entity occupying that house loved having you around. You cleaned, cooked, and protected, and you loved doing it. Even when Betelgeuse was integrated into the make-shift family and was no longer a threat, you stayed. You had finally found a home

You’d died as a kid during the black plague. Since your soul was pure, you weren’t just any old ghost or demon in the after-life; you became an angel. Juno raised you like Mowgli was raised among the wolf pack. Even though the black plague had caused a massive influx of angels, most of them had stayed far away from the evils of the underworld.

In this new spiritual state, you grew to be the beauty of the underworld, just as a flower is in a battlefield. Besides that, you’d proven yourself in mastering your supernatural abilities and in combat. Even though you were witty and clever too, academics were never your strongpoint. You grew to your peak young age and there you stayed, this beautiful thing preserved forever in angelic death. You were eventually assigned to be the guardian angel of the Maitland-Deetz household.

As soon as Betelgeuse was decidedly not evil, you allowed yourself to feel what you’d previously pushed down; you really liked him. Not only was he sexy as hell, he was also exactly your type. Thick in just the right places (there were days you wondered if this extended to someplace else as well), and a face that you adored. When he hugged you, you melted into his soft form. Betelgeuse was surprisingly clingy and cuddly, but you didn’t really mind. One of your favorite features about him was his hair. When he was in a lighter mood it was green. When he was lonely it was a purplish blue. When he flirted with you it could be anywhere from a light green to a dark magenta, but that depended on the caliber of the joke. His jokes were often sexual in nature, so you saw something close to magenta quite often.

Thus you embarked on the best chapter of your after-life.

As far as the rat himself was concerned, he’d been lusting after you the day you arrived with the intention of kicking his ass. One of his favorite thoughts was sexually corrupting you, you who were so pure, and probably still had your virginity to lose. He often dreamed of tying you down and filling you up with his seed, or overstimulating you, or biting into and permanently marking your perfect skin, or, or, or- there were just too many good possibilities. However, on his more lonely days, he though of it the other way around; you riding him, holding him down with your angelic power. Completely and utterly using him for your own pleasure. Maybe you’d spank him. Since he was in the privacy of his own room (the basement) at the time this thought first occurred to him, he moaned aloud at the thought.

One summer evening, the two of you sat outside the house. Lydia had just had a fight with Delia, and tensions between everyone else had been high due to the nature of the argument. Delia had made a snide comment at dinner about how all the living inhabitants of the house “might die someday because of all the ghosts! I mean, what if Betelgeuse decides to go rogue again?”. You and Lydia had immediately jumped to Betelgeuse’s defense, and Lydia was absolutely livid. She cut you out of the debate all together, but this gave you time to notice that your favorite demon’s hair was getting progressively bluer. He had also found his family in these people, and to have one of them say something like this must’ve hurt. Though the hair confirmed what he was feeling, his facial expression said it all. His eyes were wide and unfocused, and he was trembling. The two of you had gotten to know each other a little, and you could tell that he needed to get out of here. His literal blue-ness often turned to panic, and panic often snow-balled into rage. You touched his arm lightly, and his head snapped up, eyes meeting yours. If he had been living, the action would’ve been painful. “Take my hand.” you whispered softly to him. Betelgeuse nodded and interlocked his fingers with yours. His grip was tight.

This was how you ended up comforting him. You didn’t touch him and he didn’t touch you. You just sat on the porch next to him, and it was enough.

To you, Betelgeuse seemed like the perfect picture of despair. His blue locks hung over his sad eyes. Old eyes, you realized. Betelgeuse wasn’t young. He probably died in his mid-thirties, but he’d been dead for so much longer. His large frame was hunched over, wide shoulders stooped. He wasn’t wearing his overcoat or his suit jacket, but he’d kept on his suspenders, rolled up his sleeves, and undone his top buttons. If he was a little less sad, he’d be downright sexy.

You were snapped out of your little trance when you heard him say your name softly, “Am I a bad person?” The question hung in the air for a few moments, and then you spoke, “The fact that you’re asking the question means that you probably aren’t.” And that was the beginning of your friendship.

You and him spent more and more time together, and Betelgeuse began seeing you as more than just good jerking-off material. He saw you as another person. He noticed something very human in you despite your angelic state, and you began to see the human in him. You two found laughter in each other. Betelgeuse was particularly amused by you when you kept yourself from cursing. It was only natural, since you were the purest being he’d ever encountered.

You noticed the way he got all giddy over mundane human things. You loved the gross things about him, like his taste in insects. You loved his sense of masculine fashion. You like his eyes - sad, old eyes - and the way they let you in on his internal thoughts even better than his hair did sometimes.

He noticed the way you hid your pain, tucked away where only you and him could see it. He was fascinated by you. He’d always thought angels were little happy babies with wings and halos, but you weren’t. You didn’t have wings or a halo, and you certainly weren’t a child. You just had this calming infectious glow about you.

Everything was fine when you and Betelgeuse were together.

The first time he kissed you, it was a quick peck on the lips and neither of you talked about it. You reciprocated it later that night.

Whenever he got sad, you kissed him.

Whenever you got sad, he’d hug you.

Soft intimacy became part of the normal routine.

True to his nature, soft intimacy grew sexual in private. You didn’t mind, but the thread was getting thinner every time.

One night, Betelgeuse had gotten all sad on you in his basement bedroom. He responded to your soft kiss with a passionate one, and you didn’t mind. He did this often, and it never led anywhere. You and him exchanged soft kisses that quickly heated up. You found that you couldn’t bear to separate yourself from him.

“Beej-” you used the nickname that he’d adopted recently. “Beej, I want- “ he kissed you again, “-me too-” You loved his gravelly voice all the more in this situation. His sleeves were rolled up and his suspenders were on and his top buttons were undone the way you liked. His hands pulled you closer and then you were straddling him and you could feel how much he liked this.

The thread was gonna break soon.

“Lawrence.” He stopped and pulled his face from yours for a moment. Now you only ever used his real name when you were being serious. He growled softly because you were pressed against his junk and this was so not the time to be serious. His hair was a sinful shade of pink. “Betelgeuse,” you started again. “I want- shit, I want you, but I-” He’d never heard you curse before and it was automatically a turn-on. He silently vowed to make you curse more often. “I’ve never had sex before but I really wanna ride you.” Well damn, he certainly didn’t expect you to be dominant this early on. “.. Ok.” The demon said simply. “Uh, I don’t think ghosts can get knocked up, just sayin’.” Betelgeuse chuckled.

The thread that suspended your boundaries snapped.

Even though you’d never even gotten yourself off, getting naked and being intimate with your demon felt natural and taboo all at the same time. You were experiencing the pent-up sexual energy of the past few hundred years and it was hitting hard. Your entire body was burning with turbulent need, and your core was practically dripping with slick. Your mind was spinning and spiraling with fantasies of what could be that made you all tingly. The feeling was so foreign and wonderful.

Betelgeuse was almost as needy, feeling so free after using his hand for so long. He’d been so busy in the past couple months that he just willed his boners away instead of dealing with them.

Even though you had opted to dominate him, you were much too shaky and turned on to do much of anything. He spread you out on his unmade bed and buried his face in your neck. He inhaled sharply, eyes shut as his body convulsed and he almost gave up on foreplay then and there. He shuffled himself downward and spread your thighs apart.

Your slick had made a dark spot on his bed and had cascaded down your thighs. The musky perfume of your slick made his mouth water and he longed to taste you. Betelgeuse hiked your legs up on his shoulders and then his filthy mouth was kissing your cunt. You tasted something like salted dark chocolate to him, a flavor that he quickly became addicted too. He dipped his tongue teasingly into your hole, but payed much more attention to your clitoris. You ground your hips against his face as his short beard scratched the interior of your thighs. The pleasure that sung through your being made you feverishly warm. He sucked and licked and you felt like you were going to piss yourself, but you knew this wouldn’t be the case. You thought you could feel some kind of vibration in your throat and you weren’t sure how loud you were being.

Betelgeuse was shocked by the dirty noises that made their way out of your throat in long sighs and broken moans. Your face was red and teary-eyed and you were utterly gone, lost in the pleasure. He was swallowing mouthfuls of your addicting slick at this point, and he was so thankful that he didn’t have to breath. He was painfully hard but was too invested in your pleasure to do anything about it just yet.

The feeling off needing to piss was getting stronger but you let it happen, bucking your hips up into Betelgeuse’s face. The feeling flooded your body, up your spine and radiated inside your skull. It danced down your arms and burst forth again from your cunt and down your thighs and all the way into your toes. This feeling was no longer like fire, but like lighting, striking your body repeatedly and constantly.

The feeling seemed to sit and simmer for a moment as your lover pulled away to wipe off his mouth and position himself over your body.

Betelgeuse was big. So big, in fact, that even when his pants were on and he was flaccid, there was a substantial bulge there. The stretch of his cock head was nothing but electrifying pleasure. You thought for a moment that you were paralyzed because you just couldn’t move. Betelgeuse tucked his head back into the crook of your neck and you were both sobbing into each other as he all but shoved the rest of himself into you.

Betelgeuse realized just how much power he held over your pleasure. He knew she hadn’t ever cum before (thanks to a game of drunk truth or dare) and the power this situation gave hime completely went to his head. Before he really knew what was happening, he was pressed all the way inside you and experiencing the most intense pleasure he’s felt since his first orgasm back when he was alive (and he really didn’t remember it so it didn’t really count anyway). He was in this weird space between cumming and not cumming and it wouldn’t take that much for him to start.

You felt yourself suddenly seize up and jerk and pulse. The immense simmering pleasure was magnified a hundred fold and you wrapped your leg’s around your lover’s thick hips. You were in complete euphoria. Your being was numb and all you could feel was Betelgeuse, Betelgeuse, Betelgeuse.

As your orgasm continued, Betelgeuse whimpered into your neck broken curses and whiney pleads. Without pulling out, he humped into you as the accumulation of a good few months burst into your womb. He generally produced significantly more semen that any average man, ghost, or demon, but after saving up for so long, you were sure to be flooded.

Betelgeuse was pressing into you so hard, and with your recently-virgin pussy, his cum wasn’t able to leak out of you when you got full. You got full almost immediately. “Oh- fuck, gah-” he moaned into your neck as he felt your belly beginning to push up against his own.

You enjoying the sight of your lover enjoying himself as you regained your other senses. You decided that you liked the increasing feeling of fullness in your belly, even though you were way too fucked out to really get aroused again, especially after something so intense. You reached a hand up to thread in his pink hair, just softly playing with it as you cooled down.

When he had finally stopped cumming, you realized with dawning amusement that he had fallen asleep against you. You decided not to wake him back up just yet.

You knew that you loved him and he loved you, but actions speak so much louder than words, don’t they?

-END-

#beetlejuice smut #beetlejuicesmut #beetlejuice #betelgeuse #beetlejuice x reader #angel #demon

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neversidefaerie · 5 years ago

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Some light on the situation with Joye...

Who is Joye? She's a girl who has Lyme's Disease and Bipolar Disorder, the latter of which caused her to act abusively towards others in the past, but she has since reformed. She feels a strong connection with the character of Shadow Weaver in She Ra and is a big supporter of the idea of SW getting a redemption arc. She has strongly rejected the widely held notion that Shadow Weaver abused Micah and has found much evidence to suggest that instead they had a healthy friendship. She has also criticised many people who made the assumption that Shadow Weaver had no trauma to cause her to become abusive, drawing attention to how Shadow Weaver's most dangerous spell going wrong affected her mentally and physically. She is also an Entrapdak shipper, much like myself, and very active in the She Ra villain fandom.

She is a strong Christian, but is heavily critical of many beliefs and attitudes found in conservative Christian culture. I personally found her to be a very tolerant, non-judgemental and open-minded person, who never resorted to bullying when arguing her points about either faith or fandoms.

With these things in mind, I will now go into the controversy that caused her account to be deactivated (I am uncertain if this was an action of her own doing or if the staff suspended her).

Being a great advocate for a Shadow Weaver redemption arc, at some point she made a friend who also supported the idea. This friend had created a lesbian love interest OC for Shadow Weaver. I'm not exactly certain what happened, but at some point I believe that this friend asked Joye to draw her OCs in a romantic context. Joye didn't want to draw this and somehow this led to the friend concluding, due to her Christian beliefs, that she was "homophobic".

Another problem arose from one of Joye's ships: Shadow Weaver and King Micah. Joye believed it was only appropriate to see their relationship as romantic if Micah remained widowed and was well over the age of consent. I still personally never liked this ship, but I appreciated her efforts to provide circumstances for it that she thought were justifiable. Eventually, however, she stopped shipping them altogether.

As someone who previously supported a problematic ship (Lydia and Beetlejuice) but had decided after a while it was better just to see them as friends, I have undergone this journey myself. I remember how repulsed I was when I saw artwork depicting Lydia as a minor kissing BJ - I thought the relationship was only appropriate if Lydia was well over eighteen. Likewise, Joye had disapproved of people shipping underage Micah with Light Spinner.

The ex friend began accusing Joye at some point of supporting a paedophilic ship, even though Joye had only supported the ship in a more appropriate context and later disavowed it altogether.

The third controversy stems from a conversation on a post somewhere, which is regarding a scene in which Shadow Weaver is sick and suffering and Catra acts apathetic towards her condition. From what I can gather, the ex friend thought Catra's behaviour was justified because of SW's abuse, but it upset Joye, because she has a chronic illness and didn't like seeing Catra (or anyone) mistreat a sick person for any reason. The ex friend thought that Joye was saying that Catra was being abusive towards Shadow Weaver and took offence to this.

I befriended Joye after she placed a supportive comment on an Entrapdak post of mine, in which I detailed a discussion I'd had with a delusional anti-Entrapdak who was convinced that Entrapta had been made to look underage as a form of fetishism. I soon went onto Joye's blog, where I struck up more conversations with her and we quickly became friends.

After her ex-friend started spreading information about the three preceding controversies, it caused Joye a lot of stress, especially since the ex-friend is very angry and spiteful towards her. Joye once said to me that the irony was not lost on her of the fact that this ex-friend was willing to advocate for war criminals to receive redemption arcs, yet believed someone guilty of alleged homophobia was unforgivable and deserved no respect.

I firmly believe it's never acceptable to harass or mistreat others, no matter how wrong their viewpoints are. It just causes the said person to think that the fact they're being attacked means that they must be doing something right. Also, I firmly believe it can make you a worse person than the person being attacked.

I also testify that Joye is not a homophobe. She did not express any hostility towards LGBT people and even openly condemned violence and persecution towards queer individuals. Perhaps your mileage may vary on what constitutes a homophobe these days, but I honestly do not think she qualifies.

Ultimately though, you can believe whoever you want to believe. I am just saying what I think is true, deduced from my interactions with Joye and my perusal of the ex-friend's blog. I can take pictures of my conversations with her if anyone needs proof of what I'm saying.

If the ex-friend or any of her supporters see this post, I want them to know this: I don't want a fight. And neither does Joye. Virtually everyone's mentally ill or mentally disabled here on Tumblr, and I can safely say that most bloggers don't want the added stress of getting involved in a big argument, which may be why Joye is currently offline.

There's enough problems with harassment in the Entrapdak community without there being in-fighting amongst the fans of She Ra villains. Joye is a good friend and I want her back on this site. I would also like her ex-friend to reconcile with her, but I don't know how possible that is.

Anyone who is a friend of Joye or thinks I'm telling the truth, please use the hashtag "#we support joye"

Thank you for reading!

#we support joye #she ra #spop #she ra and the princesses of power #peacemaking #friend

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that-was-anticlimactic · 6 years ago

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gimme cole headcanon

Cole Headcanons Part Two!

Part one right here: https://that-was-anticlimactic.tumblr.com/post/182618003899/have-you-any-headcanons-about-cole-the-fandom

(Sorry this is long, I tried doing the read more on my phone but it didn’t work I’m screeching ahh!!)

Let’s start with some depressing then end in happy!

Sad:

During the beginning of Sons of Garmadon when Lloyd didn’t know Harumi was evil and they were being all flirty, Cole was the only single one on the ship (Zane still had Pixal even though she wasn’t there. That wording is weird but makes sense in my head) and eventually it got to the point of just craving validation and affection and being heard and seen since he was always the wheel and sometimes no one paid him any attention because of significant others, that he went out in search for something to make him feel valuable and long story short he met a random guy at Laffy’s (before he knew it was an SoG place) and they ended up making out in the back and it was really bad because the guy was going far too fast for Cole and wanted more and it scared Cole and he didn’t know how to say slow down and every time he tried he was ignored. He barely got out before it got... too intense.

He still hasn’t told anyone about it yet. All he wanted was for someone to notice him, to treat him like he wasn’t a third wheel... he didn’t want that.

Unbeknownst to him it was an SoG member who knew he was a ninja and was trying to make him feel pain

After the events of Day of the Departed, Cole had a few moments where he was mad at the team for forgetting him, even though he knew it wasn’t their fault

At one really low point he reasoned that if it were any other ninja (specifically Lloyd), everyone would have noticed immediately. He felt really bad about that thought for awhile.

You’re invisible when you’re sad

Fading away at random times TO THIS DAY is the scariest thing that’s ever happened to him. It happened at the most random times and he would suddenly lose control and even thought sometimes and the others would sometimes just find him staring into space

There was a good portion of time when he was a ghost when the public hates him. All of the ninja get hate a lot because... the world can be dumb... but when Cole was a ghost, people freaked out. It took a long time for them to realize / accept that he wasn’t becoming evil or anything.

Cole had some bad encounters with some citizens who didn’t trust him. The team got real pissed real fast about them. Cole definitely didn’t leave The Bounty for a while and thought everyone hated him. He had some good talks with Lloyd and Zane about dealing with it because they know best.

Ninjago being like Cole never had any run ins with water as a ghost what ??? Oh no no he definitely had some instances with water that scared him to no end

This boy just. He craves affection so badly sometimes. Like not like he’s desperate for a significant other but. FSM, this boy just needs affection sometimes because he never gets it.

HE IS TOUCHED STARVED

Okay okay. About cake. Cole likes cake. And he likes food, he stress eats. BUT! Ever since that one day when he made a big deal out of cake (which he hadn’t eaten in a decent amount of time), his teammates made some jokes about it, as friends do. Eventually, the public kind of realized this and all of a sudden he wasn’t “the earth ninja” or “the black ninja” or even “the strong ninja” no no, he was “the ninja who liked food”. That’s how the public saw him now, and if that’s what he is, then he has to be that, he thought.

So he felt like he had to eat all the time and so he did. There were some moments when he essentially ate himself sick. At one point, he actually hated cake because of how much he ate it and how often it was out in front of him and he felt like he needed to eat it.

The thought that he had to be the one who ate all of the time and had to be that one guy who was obsessed with food led him to bulimia as well

No one on the team knows about this except for Zane who caught him puking one time and flipped out. That’s the reason he did the whole “my body is a temple” thing in season eight because Zane said if he didn’t stop doing this to himself because he felt like “he had to” then he would tell everyone right then and there.

Don’t get me wrong, Cole always stress ate a little bit and enjoyed cake because he never really was allowed it too much as a kid, but he got pushed too far (unbeknownst to himself and his teammates) and it just ended really bad.

He is very self-conscious about his weight

I know it’s essentially canon that his mom died, but Cole’s parents got divorced. It was very bad and very brutal. His mom left in front of him and didn’t spare him a second glance. Besides... he said that “he just lost someone.'' He never said someone died.

Whether his mom actually died after the divorce or it was the divorce itself, the song “Dead Mom” from Beetlejuice (Musical) became super important to him and he sang it a lot.

He still sang it once he became a ninja. The team could hear him singing or humming it some nights or during training or when he was down.

They never really understood why he was so attached to that song since they didn’t know about his family situation for awhile but they rolled with it and honestly, everyone but Jay could relate in some way

Still has nightmares about his fall (which he does NOT blame Nya for). Like. He doesn’t know how or why he survived. Sometimes he’s scared that the team literally just flew away without him because they didn’t care not because they literally had to because in his nightmares they didn’t care. Needless to say, once the Oni were defeated Cole did get a lot of love because his nightmares weren’t a secret. Being touched by the Oni like he did in his first fall and being in the Oni for twenty four hours+ definitely does that to you.

Now not only does he have a slight fear of water, but he also has a slight fear of the dark.

Kai and Lloyd went out one day after a particularly rough night and they bought a nightlight for him and he literally cried happy tears when they gave it to him because he was so ashamed but they were so supportive

When Kai, Jay, and Zane got captured in Hunted, they saw the Ultra Dragon’s bones... Cole never saw that. They didn’t even think to tell him until after they got back into Ninjago and Cole was talking about how much he missed just dragons and general and he wondered where Rocky / Ultra Dragon was

When he found out he got up and silently walked away. He found a tree that hasn’t been smashed in the destruction of the city and stayed in there. The others found him asleep in the refuge of the tree there later that night. Kai, Jay, and Zane felt terrible.

He doesn’t really like Valentine’s Day because he’s always alone on that holiday. Like all of his friends leave him, and he knows they’re not leaving him, they’re just going on dates… he’s happy that Lloyd is with him every time… except the one Valentine’s Day with Harumi. He’s usually content it’s just that he always feels isolated on Valentine’s Day.

Happy:

Cole relates to Rapunzel a lot. Also she’s his favorite Disney Princess don’t @ me

Sometimes the team will be like “Cole! Let down your hair!” because Cole’s got the longest hair and they know how much he loves that girl

“When Will My Life Begin?” is one of Cole’s all time favorite songs. Ever. He relates. Also it’s pretty. One time he woke up at 7 a.m. just to sing that song. The team was not pleased as it was their day off.

One time as a surprise since Cole was feeling a little down, Kai invited him to go on a boat ride and started playing the music to “I See The Light” and Cole sang as Punzie and Kai sang as Flynn (because Cole tells him they are very much so alike and Cole knows that fire boy can sing he just... doesn’t like singing too much)

Oh and he’s definitely had a small fictional crush on Flynn Rider

Kai and Zane once said that they’ve never seen a Disney movie and Cole died and every Thursday night became Disney movie night

They obviously started with Tangled

But also since he has long hair, this boy sheds a lot. It’s almost as if they had a dog with how much he sheds.

He also definitely wishes they had a dog. Like. A corgi. He wants a corgi.

If I’m being real, the team definitely helped his gay awakening. He knew he was gay before them, but he didn’t come to terms with it until the team

As in he’s had a mini crush on Kai, Jay, and Zane each at one point guys let’s be real

On a happy cake / food note, his favorite kind of cake is marble cake.

He also can and will eat an entire jar of crunchy peanut butter as his only meal for a day

Cole expresses extreme anger and extreme excitement through other languages (as he’s fluent in multiple)

Sometimes if Cole’s slightly frustrated at the team but not like really genuinely mad but he knows his buttons are about to get pushed too much, he starts aggressively signing at them in Ninjago Sign Language but like... since he’s the only fluent one and he’s not really angry, he just signs things like “I like you shoes!” or “if I continue at this rate the only thing I’ll ever date is my MacBook Pro hard-drive!” with an angry look on his face.

Their expressions amuse him.

Jay: *says something he knows will slightly tick Cole off*

Cole: *angrily signs* I want to live on the moon!

Jay: oh frick ! I’m sorry I’m sorry please don’t be mad at me I love you!

Cole likes reading poetry!

Jay actually writes poetry a lot, and he’ll try it out on Cole all the time!

Cole’s best dance is hip-hop... which wasn’t really taught at Marty Oppenheimer’s, but he learned it while he was on his own and it’s his absolute favorite!

Although, he does enjoy tap and ballet occasionally!

You’d think since Cole has big eyebrows he’d be really good at using them (eyebrow raising, wiggling, etc...) but no... no this boy is an awkward mess sometimes. He doesn’t know how to eyebrow. Kai tries teaching him, but it doesn’t work very well…

Cole’s that kind of guy who always finds random bruises on him, but like... bruises that definitely aren’t from training. He just always somehow has bruises from nothing

He’s not ?? super freaking tall ?? I’m sorry I just can’t picture Cole over 5’8 ?? Hot take ?? Unpopular opinion ??

I know a lot of people think he’s super super super tall but... I can’t can’t wrap my head around that, he’s never been a giant to me, or even the tallest person on the team ? I’m sure like no one agrees with that one, but in my head that boyo is... well not short but not y’all either. Like Zane and Kai are definitely taller than him idk about Lloyd and Jay yet though.

Since he grew up dancing and such, he didn’t have much time for tv. So you best bet that when it his turn with kid!Lloyd they watch young children television shows and Cole freaking loves them! He thinks they’re so cute and so funny.

He definitely snort laughs while watching them

Lloyd is so confused because Cole will just start wheezing at something that wasn’t even funny or start tearing up at a moment that wasn’t even that sad but he just goes with it because tv

His favorites are The Backyardigans and Arthur.

No but he watched all of the Disney movies at Marty Oppenheimer’s because they did a dance based on the movie and he was intrigued so he watched the rest of them. That’s how he watched all of them

He’s not the best at video games... like at all. He still plays, and he still tries, but he rarely ever wins

He’s that guy who sticks his tongue out while he writes / thinks / when he concentrates

Cole and Lloyd are really good friends. Like basically best friends.

These boys have been alone on the Bounty together so often that they formed a really solid relationship and they can be very open to each other

Cole’s hair was the longest during Tournament of Elements because after Zane’s death he just stopped caring and he was in the woods but like... then he lost in the tournament and we gotta assume he was in the noodle factory for around a month? Three weeks? Idk how long but when his friends saw him again they made him cut his hair a bit because it was considerably longer

Cole is that person who doesn’t tell people things but then forgets they don’t know it. Partially because he’s a super closed off person but also because he’s just an oblivious sweetie who forgets

Cole: so who’s all interested in seeing Les Miz with me again?

Lloyd: wait what

Kai: when are you seeing Les Miz?

Zane: ... you never once spoke to us about this

Cole: ... oh well my dad knows someone who works on the tour production team and they’ll be in Jamanakai village this week and he’s getting me and anyone else who wants to see it tickets as a late but soon birthday present. Woo, guess I forgot to mention it, huh? *chuckles casually*

Everyone: …

Jay: yOUR BIRTHDAY?? WHEN WAS YOUR BIRTHDAY?

Oh and no one knows Cole birthday by the way. It’s a big secret. They’ve tried many times to uncover it but they can never get it out of him

They thought the Les Miz tickets were a clue but they didn’t help because Cole told everyone different things and Lou does the same so they may never know

Jay: so uh, as you’re resident best friend, you should tell me your birthday

Cole: sure it’s in the middle of December

Jay: aH I GOT IT… ISH!!

Jay: *later to everyone else* guys! I found out what month Cole’s birthday is! December!

Kai: … he told me he was born in June?

Lloyd: he told me September?

Zane: *sighing* February

Nya: he told me May

Jay: … DARN IT COLE

Cole enjoys messing with them. He actually told Lloyd when his birthday was after a few years. Only Lloyd knows. When fun fact his birthday actually is—

Oh speaking of musicals (since he’s a theater boy), Jay and Cole sing Two-Player Game together constantly.

and The Bro Duet because those are their songs

Kai: *walks out wearing yellow*

Cole: yOU CAN’T TRUST A MAN DRESSED IN YELLOW EVEN IF YOU LOVE CHEDDAR CHEESE

Kai: *face palms*

Oh did I mention he bursts into song a lot?

Sensei Wu: Cole, it’s your turn to do laundry

Cole: Laundry day. see you there. under things. tumbling. wanna say. love your hair. here I go. mumbling-

Sensei Wu: every time.

He has a tree loving song that he sings while climbing too

Cole: *climbing a tree* AT THE TOP AT THE TOP AT THE TOP OF THE WORLD MY HEAD AND HEART ARE POUNDING~

Oh and it’s contagious…

Cole: *makes a “funny” joke*

Cole: click boom then it happened.

Lloyd: and no one else was in the room where it happened

As in he’s converted Lloyd to a theater kid.

He once “made” Nya and Lloyd sing “Lost” from the Lightning Thief with him. He was Grover, Nya was Annabeth, and Lloyd was Percy. They surprisingly liked it more than they thought they would.

Grover is one of Cole’s dreamroles. He feels like Grover is super relatable and loves his songs! Grover is also his favorite character in the books

I think I mentioned in my original Cole headcanons post that Cole is the BIGGEST Percy Jackson fan. He introduced the team to Percy Jackson, he has the Camp Half-Blood AND Camp Jupiter shirts... he loves this series

He also has a character from Percy Jackson that he associates his team with (ex. Jay as Leo and Lloyd as Jason)

For the first year or so of being on the team, they all thought Cole was worst singer on the team because he was so scared of using his real voice so he sang badly on purpose when he was around people

It wasn’t until Cole was singing in the shower when he was home alone and the team came back while he was still showering did they realize he hAS THE PRETTIEST SMOOTHEST VOICE EVER

he’s grown to being more comfortable with his voice and he sings a lot more now!

Cole kind of listens to all music! He doesn’t specifically prefer one over the other, he just finds making references easiest with theater! He really likes all kind of music!

Jay: why do you have a diary?

Cole: to keep secrets from my computer

Okay about trees again... COLE LOVES TREES

Cole: trees are better than people~

One time while they were traveling they saw a tree that was like super bent and Cole made them all stop so he could climb it. They all sat down and took a rest / water break while he climbed, and after about five minutes he was hanging upside down from the very top and scared the team…

Zane: Cole, perhaps it is wise if you get down from there?

Cole: nah I’m fine up here!

Lloyd: a-are you sure?

Cole: yes! I know what I’m doi- woah- WOAH!

Cole: *pretends to fall*

Jay: COLE!!

Cole: *swings himself back up* hahaha! You guys gotta trust me!

Kai: tHAT... that was not funny. I hate you.

He is always wearing some kind of orange on him, whether it’s a hair tie or bracelet or anklet... he always wears orange since he’s the only ninja who didn’t necessarily get their favorite color as their signature color and he just loves it so much

He and Kai definitely eat onions like apples together... just saying.

One time the team was playing badminton and Cole hit the birdie so hard they never found it ever again.

Not gonna lie, he was VERY proud of himself for that

But uh, his super strength is the reason why whenever they play sports, everyone gets to play before him. He’s learned to just go with it because he has thrown many things they’ve never found again.

Kai: *hits a ball*

Cole: weak

Kai: bruh

Walks barefoot CONSTANTLY. He’ll walk barefoot in the woods, in the city... there are times when he’s almost gone to battle barefoot and one time early on he definitely did

Zane: Cole... where in the world are your shoes?

Cole: *looks down* huh. I guess I left my shoes on the ship. I’ll get some good calluses after this fight!

He really really REALLY hates when people make certain self-degrading jokes.

If anyone makes a joke about killing themselves (someone from the team or even someone at the same restaurant or walking on the same street) Cole will tell them off. He will tell them how loved they are and that they shouldn’t be so negative towards themselves. He hates those jokes. Not that anyone on the team did it often, but after one time of doing it Cole freaked.

Like he loves his friends so much and sees their worth and when they make jokes about hating themselves he just feels so helpless and he just wants to hug them and make them realize how important they are to him

He also refuses to make those jokes. Like he’s gone through a lot too, but he feels like joking about it makes it worse and he just… he let it go for awhile but now he’ll go off if you do it

Lloyd: ugh I hate myself

Cole: nOPE NOPE NOPE I DO NOT ACCEPT THIS LLOYD LOOK AT ME YOU ARE WONDERFUL AND AMAZING AND VERY GOOD OKAY AND I LOVE AND APPRECIATE YOU NEVER FORGET THAT *embraces him in a hug*

Lloyd: ... yes Cole, you’re right, I’m sorry. I am very good. Thank you.

but also if anyone ever insults a team member or mentions something Cole will go full mom mode and will “smother” them with love. He’ll let Kai or Nya go after whoever insulted, Cole prefers to be the comforter. And he’s super good at it.

No he’s so good at comforting people it’s great. He’d rather be the comforter than the comforted because he’s always embarrassed when he needs comfort and he knows he’s pretty good at comforting people! It makes him happy to make his friends smile!

Cole wears glasses when he’s not training or in battle !!! (he uses contacts then)

They’re not like the bigger glasses, he has smaller glasses, it’s cute

After he becomes human again, he went through a period of time when he disliked being touched because it was so weird to him after a few years of feeling literally nothing, and the team hated it but respected it, but after a month ish, he finally realized how touch starved he was and he clung to everyone and everyone gladly let him

So uh he’s a big cuddler and can and will just plop down next to anyone and put his head on their shoulder with no context and they will embrace it

Also he loves when people run their fingers through his hair. Like it relaxes him and makes him feel so safe and comfortable?? He appreciates it a lot and if he looks stressed, the team will do that!

Doesn’t like texting or phones and had a flip phone for forever until the team made him buy a regular like apple phone

Communicates through a bunch of emojis. Like just emojis. He doesn’t text much, but when he does, emojis. He’ll just randomly send someone a bunch of emojis and they’ll just ?? Cole sweetie what are you trying to say ??

Cole will occasionally text the team goodnight while they’re in the same room. He usually does it if he’s either in a super good mood or if he seems someone is kind of in a sad mood. They all LOVE it

Cole and Nya like working out together! They’re both super into workouts and cardio and they work well together

Cole likes to look at nothing like he’s looking at a camera like Jim from The Office when someone does dumb things

Jay: look at all those chickens !

Cole: *Jim look*

Cole, Lloyd, and Nya are like a dream team. When they play games they like playing on the same team against Kai, Jay, and Zane. Even if they don’t win, those three work insanely well together like it’s crazy

Cole! And! Zane! Have! Late! Night! Talks!

Even after Cole became human again, they still have late night talks because sleeping is hard~

Jay: buddies !

Cole: bros !

Jay: homies !

Cole: amigos !

Jay: pizza !

Cole: nintendo !

Both: woo, woo, woo, let’s go !

Aka they’re just the best of friends and love and appreciate each other so much !

They’re actually learning Dutch together, as Cole likes learning languages and Jay is interested in learning some more!

Cole gets angrily easily too (as most of the team does), but when he gets angry he starts off quiet and doesn’t really talk to anyone, and if someone does or says something to someone else that ticks him off, he just gets up and kind of angrily screams as he walks away.

He’s a sulker if we’re being real here. He’s sulks.

Cole can give the meanest looks accidentally. He has a good glare. If you tick him off, you know. It’s not as impressive as Kai’s glare, but it’s still insanely impressive.

Did I mention he punches things a lot when he’s angry? Definitely punched the wheel of The Bounty once and broke it

He did the walk of shame after that and had to help Jay fix it

Hates hats, like he’d rather let his hair flow. His head feels confined when he’s wearing hats

Much like with orange, he really likes wearing pink?

One time he and Jay went shopping together and he just bought an outfit entirely in pink. Pink shirt, pink shorts, pink socks, even a pink scrunchie like he loves pink

Oh and he and Jay have a day once a month together where they just go out and have fun! They do things like shopping or getting lunch or watching a movie… sometimes they just sit at The Bounty and draw or make anklets, one time they spent a weekend at the junkyard!

He’s the kind of guy who will wear earbuds or headphones without music to be left alone

Cole loves oversized hoodies !!

Also every since March of the Oni, he’s been really really really cold so he wears hoodies and sweat pants more often and he started carrying a blanket or jacket around with him because of it.

Kai notices this and if he sees Cole getting too cold or starting to panic a little, he just wraps an arm around his shoulders or gives him a hug or something because Kai radiates h e a t

Random but he can rap really well.

Doesn’t mind getting dirty, like he’s the master of Earth, he is one with the dirt! He doesn’t just go out and roll in the mud but he’s fine just getting dirty when he’s outside!

Kai: *kicks a soccer ball into the goal*

Cole: touchdown !!

Kai: … that-that was a goal. You should know this

Cole: … I went to dance school… I don’t know sports…

Kai: that is… very true fair point

Will get up in the middle of the night to make popcorn because comfort food and he loves it

Zane woke up the first time he did it because he burnt it and Zane could smell it, so now he and Zane make popcorn together a lot. He actually introduced Zane to popcorn. He’s very proud of himself for that.

He has the best posture.

Sits up very straight since, you know, dance school. It kind of just stuck with him and he doesn’t slouch. He doesn’t mind, he’s always super sore because of his powers and abilities and so he’s fine with not having slouching add to that

oH and he and Jay give each other massages because Cole’s powers make him sore and Jay’s Tourette’s make him sore

He just… he loves his friends so much. I feel like I’ve said this many times, but just… he appreciates his friends more than they’ll ever know. He just loves them so so so so much. They mean the world to him.

I hope you guys enjoyed! We’re there any you strongly agreed with? Disagreed with? Sorry I answered this so late:/ I’ve been gone for awhile! Hope you all have a great day 😁

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porkchop-ao3 · 5 years ago

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A Thrill I’ve Never Known (Chapter 36)

Horsemen, Apocalypses

So, you all know what this chapter is, from the title. Now’s the time I start playing God and fucking with canon, just saying ;)

So, this chapter contains: minor sexual content, a lot of violence and gore, conflict, not so happy times. But also some fluff, so it’s not all bad.

I gotta thank @hoodoo12 once again for reading this for me and giving me some advice, I am really pleased with how this chapter turned out and I definitely owe part of my pride to her for lending me her eyes. Go and check her writing out! She’s working on some Beetlejuice stuff right now :D

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter! Let me know what you think!

(All chapters tagged with #ATINK and also posted on Ao3, username PorkChop)

I started sleeping in Arthur's room. I wouldn't always sleep on his bed, it was a tight squeeze and it wasn't particularly practical; but it didn't stop us from spending the occasional night cuddled up together. One of us ended up falling off the bed sometimes, so I'd moved my bedroll onto the floor in his room, and I'd sleep there most often. Sometimes, when Arthur went to bed before me, I'd go up and he'd be sleeping there, effectively forcing me to sleep on the bed on my own. I had words with him about it in the morning, I felt awful seeing him on the hard floor. He could be too much of a gentleman for his own good.

But it was lovely waking up close to him, even if it wasn't on the bed with him. Sometimes he'd be in the middle of getting changed and I'd get a glance at his bare backside, sometimes he'd be fast asleep still and I'd get a few minutes of seeing him at his most peaceful before starting my day. Both were great at putting me in a good mood.

This particular morning, I woke up to find him sitting up on his bed with his satchel on his lap, he was going through his things. He was holding up a pocket watch, inspecting it.

I sat up, brushing my fingers through my hair to smooth it out a bit. "Morning, handsome," I said.

"Hey, sweetheart, you alright?" He asked, bending his legs and gesturing for me to sit in the newly freed space. I nodded as I joined him on the bed, sitting cross-legged in my chemise.

"That's a pretty watch," I nodded towards the object in his hand and he offered it to me for a closer look. It looked very expensive, gold with a folding case and intricate patterns around the face of it.

"Got it on that riverboat job yesterday," he said.

That's what he'd been up to the previous day, more hoity-toity social gatherings; a poker game on a fancy boat, an event Dutch had heard about at the mayor's party. Arthur had dressed up again and had his hair and beard trimmed for the occasion, but he'd arrived back to camp sopping wet. Things hadn't gone to plan, plainly. But the boys had come back with a healthy sum of cash, regardless.

"It's a Reutlinger, whatever that means. It's worth a bunch, need to get it sold," he added.

"You're not gonna keep it? It's beautiful," I observed, handing it back so he could put it back in his satchel. Arthur smiled and pulled something out of the pocket of the vest he was wearing that day.

"I already have a pocket watch," he said, holding it up. I'd forgotten about it; it was the stolen one I'd given to him before we were together.

"You still have that?" I beamed in surprise and he nodded, opening it up and looking inside.

"Of course I do, I treasure it."

"Aw, that makes me real happy. Even if it was just somethin' I stole," I laughed, shifting forwards and leaning towards him. Arthur opened up his legs so I could kneel between them, leaning over him and moving close to his face.

"You stole it, but you thought of me and gave it to me, that's special," he said, slipping the watch away and pushing his satchel aside so he could bring his hands to my waist.

"Oh, well I suppose I felt that way about the gift you gave me; the horse stuff," I started, then lifted my hand, "and this."

Arthur looked at the ring on my finger and smiled.

"Exactly."

"I've never owned a piece of jewellery like this," I noted, tilting my hand back and forth to watch the stone shine, "I love it."

I kissed him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He made a quiet humming noise and tightened his hold on me, pulling my body flush to his. He was dressed for the day in a black shirt and an attractive red vest, and a pair of grey pants; he looked handsome in a vest. It showed off the way his waist nipped in, a contrast to his broad shoulders. I was in nothing but my chemise and drawers; I took the opportunity whilst sleeping indoors to get out of my clothes at night.

Our kiss lasted and lasted, becoming more intense and indulgent as it went on. I felt his hands creep underneath my chemise, meeting the skin of my back. I loved the feeling of his hands on my flesh, so warm and big but soft and gentle. I broke the kiss but kept my mouth close enough to his that they brushed when I spoke.

"What've you gotta do today?" I murmured.

"Gotta meet with Eagle Flies, feller from the Wapiti reservation that writer Dutch likes was helping," he mumbled back, "said I'd help too."

"You in a rush to get going?"

"No," he answered, and I felt him smile against my mouth.

I hummed my approval and kissed him again, leaning into him as his hands traced up my spine, lifting my chemise at the back. I laid down on top of him, feeling his hips shift as my body settled against the space between his legs, and he let loose a quiet moan. His hands moved around to my sides, daring to squeeze between us and seek out my breasts. He was eager. I pulled back a little.

"Shall I take this off?" I asked, and with parted lips and a slightly dazed look in his eye, Arthur nodded. I sat up and pulled my chemise up and over my head, dropping it on the bed to reveal myself to him.

There was a bulge already growing in the front of his pants and it made my belly fill with warmth, low down. I licked my lips and met his eyes, enjoying the way they soaked up every inch of my newly exposed skin. He reached for me, hands sliding up my body to cup my breasts tenderly, thumbing at my nipples. I giggled, relishing in his undivided attention and the way he so clearly enjoyed playing with me. He registered my laugh and looked into my eyes, smirking, then brought his hands down my body, hooking one in the front of my drawers and using it to tug me forwards.

I shuffled closer on my knees, sliding my hands from Arthur's knees all the way down his inner thighs, carrying on. I shamelessly cupped his growing arousal, hearing his breath catch; my hand was there barely two seconds before the door leading out to the balcony swung open without any warning.

A scream ripped from my throat as I swung my head around to look, and I felt Arthur's body jolt, ready to spring into action. We seemed to realise at the same time that it was Dutch standing there in the doorway – looking surprised, then extremely unimpressed – and reacted accordingly. As soon as I remembered my breasts were out on display, I threw myself against Arthur, chest to chest with my face buried against his shoulder, to hide myself. I expected Dutch to apologise and leave, like most people would do in such a situation, but it seemed he felt the need to say his piece.

"If you feel like doing any work today, son, I'll be waiting out here to discuss this trolley job," he said, all monotonous as if it was him being inconvenienced, "we move on it tomorrow."

"Wha– Dutch?!" Arthur sputtered, his hands leaving my sides I imagined to gesture to his current circumstance, as if Dutch had failed to notice.

"That's all, don't let me disturb you," he said it with thinly veiled anger, then I heard the door slam shut, "we've only got half the damn country after us and more than twenty people to provide for," he carried on from outside, voice growing distant.

Neither of us did anything for a while, but eventually Arthur began stroking my hair, letting out a soft sigh. I felt him reaching for something, then the brush of fabric against my side as he retrieved my chemise and lifted it to me.

"I'm sorry, princess. Are you alright? Look at me," he whispered, his voice gentle and somewhat timid. I lifted my head and met his gaze, noting the sad guilt in his eyes.

"I think he saw–" I mumbled, stopping midway and shaking my head, mouth turning in disgust.

"He didn't see anything, he was lookin' at me and you moved in time," he said, and I knew he was trying to make me feel better, bless him, "and I think your arm was in the way, too."

I took my chemise from him and put it on, my embarrassment quickly turning into anger.

"What a bastard," I hissed, Arthur looking surprisingly unphased by my insult to his father figure, "why didn't he knock? Why didn't he just go?"

"I don't know," he said quietly, shaking his head and wearing an uneasy frown.

I climbed off of the bed, and Arthur's arms reached out after me, but soon dropped. I opened up my suitcase and dug through its contents to find some clothes.

"Ugh," I shuddered, "I can't believe he walked in on that. Him of all people."

"I'm so sorry," Arthur was looking down at his pants, smoothing out a crease in them as if it was important. I realised he was feeling guilty.

"Don't be. It was me who started it all off. I'm angry with him," I waved in Dutch's direction, "you should go and talk about that job with him, like he asked."

"I'm not going yet," he said, and I looked at him as I hooked my corset up in the front, reaching behind to tighten it.

"Seemed important, had him barging in here. I don't want him being any madder with you, not for my sake."

"He's gonna be mad whether I go now or in five minutes, only difference is, I won't be getting an earful with my dick half hard if I wait," he snapped, immediately shaking his head and sighing, "sorry."

"Oh," I said in a small voice, my lips curving in mild amusement at his blunt openness, "well, we won't be doing anything like that at camp ever again."

"What?" He looked up at me, momentarily disappointed by the revelation, but a moment later his shoulders dropped and he seemed to accept and understand. "Yeah, good idea."

"Not that I don't want to," I assured him and he nodded.

"I'm sorry."

"Stop apologising, ain't your fault."

"No, I just wish I could give you something better. You deserve more than this, than being treated like a–" he swung his legs off the edge of the bed and frowned, searching for the words, "like a goddamn inconvenience."

"It's fine," I shrugged. Arthur sighed and got up, helped me tie up my corset in the back, then wrapped his arms around my waist, hugging me from behind.

"Sweetheart, I…" he trailed off. "I wish things were different, that's all. I keep thinking– turning stuff over in my head, trying to figure out what I could do. I ain't there yet."

"What do you mean?"

"I've made decisions in the past that have ended up ruining the good things in my life. I don't wanna do it again," he kissed my neck twice, "you're the best thing in my life. I think about you all the time. I–" he stopped, not finishing his sentence. Somehow I knew what he'd say and I found myself nodding, my eyes welling.

"Me too, all of that."

"If I could drop everything and run away…" he shook his head, trailing off.

"I would," I closed my eyes, hoping the moisture there would go away.

"Maybe one day," he whispered, kissing my cheek.

I turned around in his arms and squeezed him tight. He rubbed my back in circles and that comforting act made it incredibly difficult not to lose it.

"I'm gonna go speak with him. Then I'll head out and see Eagle Flies, I don't know when I'll be back, but I'll try not to be too long," he explained to me.

"Be safe."

"When I come back we can get out of here, if you want, for a couple hours," he offered and I nodded my head, "okay, angel."

Arthur kissed my forehead, then left me to carry on getting dressed.

The rest of the morning had me in a dull mood. Arthur had left not long after speaking with Dutch, and he'd been gone for a few hours. In that time I'd done what I'd been doing day in day out for a while; chores. I sat quietly with Tilly, sewing, for the most part, but also took a short trip into the city to pick up some supplies for Pearson. When I got back from that I decided to help Kieran with the horses. He was a little more relaxed at talking to me lately, I chalked it up to him realising that Arthur wasn't going to punch him just for speaking to me, and perhaps he was too busy thinking about another woman to worry about Arthur and I.

I'd asked him about Mary-Beth and he'd gone red, stammering more than usual and trying to politely skirt around the subject. I hadn't pushed, but I told him I thought they'd be sweet together. He seemed to like that.

Arthur returned around mid afternoon, greeted me with a kiss on the cheek.

"I'm gonna go find Dutch, give him this," he showed me a bundle of money he'd earned doing whatever he'd been doing with Eagle Flies, "and tell him you and I are going out planning for that job you set up at the party; with the art dealer."

"What's there to really plan? It's all set up," I asked in confusion, worrying I was being naive or dumb, missing something. He chuckled.

"That's what I'm telling Dutch, doesn't have to be the whole truth," he whispered. I grinned at him, kissing him on the lips quickly before sending him off.

I watched him leave from my spot, standing by Rayna on the very edge of camp, as he headed towards the house. He stopped by Sadie for a moment, chatting with her before Dutch appeared. I looked away then, still feeling a little sick every time I saw the man after that morning.

Turning my attention back to Rayna, I pulled the brush along the length of the top of her back, nice and slow, giving her a gentle, attentive brush down that she always seemed to enjoy.

"I'll ask Arthur if we can take you out this time, girl. Been a while since you've really stretched your legs, huh?" I said to her, bringing the brush down over her flank in shorter strokes. She shook her head and huffed through her nose as a fly crawled over her muzzle. I smiled, patting her neck.

I heard something, a scuffle and a grunt, coming from behind the wall right at the entrance to Shady Belle. I frowned and looked over there, hearing what sounded like a harsh whisper, followed by another grunt, this one louder than the first. My heartbeat sped up, my stomach doing an odd squeeze. I scanned the area for whoever was on guard duty, my eyes landing on Charles who was heading down towards the entrance, passing by Lenny, whom he seemed to be taking over from. I waved at him, then put my brush down.

Charles started speeding up toward me, readying his gun, but he was still a fair distance away when I heard a yell, one that I could not ignore. I ran towards the entrance, passing around the corner and immediately finding myself face to face with the source of the noise.

It was Kieran, being held from behind by some feller with his face obscured by a green bandana, one arm around his throat and the other clamped over his mouth. There was a second man in front of him, a knife in his hand, his back to me. Things happened all in a matter of seconds, but in the moment my mind ran at double speed, and I could see everything happening from one point to the next. It was like time was moving slowly enough for me to make my mind up about what needed doing, and it was the oddest feeling.

The man holding Kieran saw me first, his eyes locking with mine, widening a little, then he shoved Kieran onto the floor, face first. My initial instinct was to go to Kieran, see if he was injured, but then I noticed the man reaching for his holster. It was not a knee jerk reaction to reach for mine, it was a series of thoughts that scrolled through all the different possibilities of how I could avoid what was seemingly inevitable, that finally led to me doing so.

I pulled out my revolver, cocked it on the upswing, and without really taking the time to aim, I fired off a round in his direction. I pulled the hammer back again, fired again, and again and– I emptied the six rounds into him.

He dropped to the floor, there was a split second where I gasped and realised what I'd done, but I was slammed into from the side, pinned to the ground with something cool and sharp butting up under my chin. I looked up into the eyes of the man who had tackled me, they were pale grey, I noticed, then I felt the blade of his knife breaking the skin of my neck as he pushed down. I squeezed my eyes shut and let out a scream, mouth opening wide, only to taste the tinniness of blood the moment there was a loud sound, a gush, lots of wet and some solid chunks hitting my face, and the man collapsed on top of me.

Everything seemed to speed up to its normal pace and I barely took a breath before I realised what had happened. My face felt soaking wet and sticky and the body on top of me was heavy, but not for long, because it was being pulled off of me. I opened my eyes then, stunned at how quiet everything had gone, and Charles and Kieran were moving the body together; the body that no longer had a head. I stared for a moment, the taste in my mouth quickly becoming more prominent, and I spat onto the ground, a retch threatening me at the back of my throat.

Charles said my name, crouching beside me, his shotgun in his hands. "Are you alright? Your neck– can you breathe properly?" He put a hand to my chin, carefully lifting my head.

"Huh? My neck," I murmured, reaching up and feeling a slash there, it immediately started to burn and I hissed at the pain. Charles pulled my hand away.

"I don't think it's done anything serious, thank God," Charles breathed. I focused on his face, all puckered with worry, a sheen of sweat against his skin, the barest trace of blood flecking his cheeks.

"Kieran," I suddenly remembered, blinking up at him. He was standing there, shifting his weight from foot to foot, a wince plastered on his face as he stared at me.

"You saved me," he uttered, the words rattling like someone was shaking him.

"I shot him," my eyes dropped to the body laying behind Kieran.

"Yeah you did, good work, that was a quick reaction. Things could've been much worse," Charles praised me, taking my elbow in his hand and helping me up to my feet. I clung to his arm like I'd collapse if I didn't.

"Who… Who–" I murmured, hearing footsteps and dizzily turning around to see Arthur, Dutch and Sadie rounding the corner with guns in hand. Arthur's eyes went wide but he did not approach me.

"It was O'Driscolls," Kieran announced.

My eyes dropped to the floor again, one body with punctures in his clothes, soaked with deep, dark red, almost black, shining, a patch in the grass below him still growing. The other laying face down, though there was no face to speak of, just glistening red mush from the top of a ravaged neck.

"What a mess," Sadie commented, a dark laugh escaping her as she stepped forwards and kicked the body I'd shot, checking for movement, "everyone of ours okay?"

"I think so, we've got a cut that needs seeing to here, but it was nearly a lot worse. Arthur,” Charles said, leading me away from the carnage and into the care of someone else. I could tell just by the feeling of his hand on my back that it was Arthur. I didn't look up, unable to peel my eyes away from the man I'd killed.

"No, Sadie, you take her. Arthur, we need to prepare for if any more of these bastards turn up," Dutch decided, his hand going around my wrist with much less care than the way Charles or Arthur had handled me.

"Dutch," Arthur said, the first word from his mouth, it sounded flat and empty. Very strange.

"Go get John, Micah and Bill, tell them to start patrolling the edges of camp. Sadie, take her to Miss Grimshaw, she'll deal with her," Dutch continued, prying me away from Arthur and into another set of hands; smaller, Sadie's.

"Deal with her? Dutch, she's–"

"Arthur, I'm not telling you twice. Use your goddamn head, she's fine," Dutch's response was angry and sharp and I jumped, exhaling a quick breath.

"Just let me make sure she's–"

"I don't have time for this nonsense! Since when did one person become more important than the rest of us? Think about what's at stake and get moving!" Dutch yelled. There was a period of silence, then Sadie patted my shoulder.

"Come on, honey," she said, then walked back into camp with me.

I couldn't bring myself to look at anyone, though I heard Arthur say my name, quiet and with an odd, strangled tone.

"We'll look after her, Arthur," Sadie promised.

"Charles you go get the rest of the women and children, get them inside. Kieran, come with me," Dutch was saying, his voice getting quieter as we walked away towards the house.

"Are you okay?" Sadie asked me, squeezing my hand and giving my shoulder a gentle rub.

"I'm fine, my neck hurts," I answered numbly, my face felt weird when my mouth moved, the drying blood tugging on my skin as it shifted.

"I bet it does, that was a close one. Any deeper and…" she breathed, her sentence dissolving. She helped me up the steps and inside where Mary-Beth and Miss Grimshaw were. They both gasped when they saw me, covered in blood, and rushed over.

"What on Earth is going on?" Miss Grimshaw questioned.

"We had some O'Driscolls come near camp, they had Kieran too but he's okay, I reckon this one was tryin'a save his ass," Sadie explained, "they're telling all the women to get inside in case more show up."

"I killed one of 'em," I said, and they all looked at me.

"Oh my goodness. Well done, God knows what they'd've done–" Miss Grimshaw started.

I shook my head, squeezing my eyes shut, "I've never killed no one before."

"You ask me, an O'Driscoll's a good place to start," Sadie snorted, sitting me down on a chair. "One of the bastards put a knife to her throat, it'll need cleaning up."

"Mary-Beth, there's some water and alcohol in the other room, will you bring it through?"

"Of course," Mary-Beth said, going off to get it.

"I feel sick," I breathed, curling in on myself and hugging my stomach.

"And a spare bucket," Miss Grimshaw yelled through to Mary-Beth. "Don't worry, we'll get you cleaned up."

The other women started coming in – as well as some men, including Strauss, Pearson – and I heard some yelling outside. Abigail stared at me with wide eyes, holding onto Jack who was propped up on her hip.

"Upstairs, ladies," Karen called out, thundering up the steps herself, "John spotted 'em coming!"

"Come on," Miss Grimshaw said, taking my hand and pulling me up, meeting Mary-Beth halfway to the stairs and taking an empty bucket from her and handing it to me. I'd feel embarrassed if I wasn't feeling so strangely numb.

"I'm gonna help out outside!" Sadie called, swinging a repeater from her shoulder.

"Mrs. Adler!" Miss Grimshaw hissed in disapproval.

"Don't deny me this," she grumbled, then left through the front doors. Everyone sped up when the sound of gunfire began, a couple of screams ringing out among the women in surprise.

Everyone gathered in the landing space upstairs, in the middle, away from the windows as constant bangs came from outside. We all sat down on the ground, Miss Grimshaw kept trying to take my chin in her hand to lift my head to look at my neck, but every time I heard a yell or a particularly close sounding gunshot I would jump and look around along with the rest of the people in the room. She was wearing a tight frown and seemed able to keep her head among the carnage going on outside, she kept shushing us and telling us to calm the heck down goddammit!

"Let me look at your neck!" She snapped at me, grabbing my chin once more.

"I don't care about my neck right now, they're down there getting shot at!"

"Ain't nothing new, darlin', they can and will handle it, now stop moving!" She huffed, narrowing her eyes at the wound and sighing, "you're bleeding a fair bit. I don't think it's a slashed artery or nothin', ain't spurting out. Probably just 'cause you're all worked up. Let's at least clean you up a bit, you're in quite a state."

"I don't wanna know what I look like," I shuddered. Just from sensations alone, I knew there was a lot of blood on my face.

"One of the girls, go fetch her a clean shirtwaist!" Miss Grimshaw barked out.

"Arthur's room," I said to whoever was listening. Molly was closest, and I caught her crawling across the floorboards to get into Arthur's room, scared to stand up in case of stray bullets.

I heard the slosh of water as I was staring off after Molly, then a cloth was mashed against the side of my face. Miss Grimshaw wasn't exactly gentle with the way she scrubbed the blood and gore from my face, but I wasn't bothered; I just scrunched my eyes up, closed my mouth and let her go at it. It seemed odd, her focusing on washing me while bullets were flying below us, but what else were we to do? Sit and do absolutely nothing? At least this was a distraction.

"Ain't gonna be perfect, you'll need a proper wash in your own time, but I'm assuming you don't wanna strip down in front of Strauss," she said, injecting a small sliver of humour into a very morbid situation. Anything to take our minds off the gunfire downstairs. "While I'm doing this, just hold this to your neck," she took a bundled up piece of cloth from the items Mary-Beth had retrieved for me and held it against my neck.

"Fuck," I hissed, the pressure reminding me of the pain.

"Nice and firm," she picked up my hand, pinned it to the cloth and left it there.

Downstairs people were entering the house, we were relieved to hear Dutch's voice (rather a novel experience for me) and not a stranger's. He was barking orders out, telling everyone where to go and what to do. I panicked, it sounded as though they were losing control of the situation, and the O'Driscolls were getting closer to the house. I realised with a cold chill that my gun was laying in the grass somewhere outside, I hadn't picked it up after being knocked down.

I didn't realise I was panting until Susan put her hand on my shoulder and said, "calm down, just take a deep breath. Everything's gonna be alright, you hear?"

I nodded and breathed, trying to pull myself together; it wasn't me down there in the war-zone!

She tossed the bloody cloth into the bucket, inspecting my face. "You'll do," she said, then took the clean shirtwaist from Molly, who appeared by my side. "Girls!" Susan snapped, and they all huddled around me, shielding me from the men in the room. Not that I thought any of them were particularly interested in seeing me in my underthings just then.

Molly wordlessly helped me unbutton my shirt at the back, peeling it off and discarding it. It was more red than the original blue, and I knew it'd had it. It'd never get clean. I was helped into the clean shirt, buttoned up quickly, and I was relieved to no longer feel so grimy.

"Thank you," I said to the women around me, then froze when I heard a yell that was distinctly Arthur's. I couldn't help but vividly picture him being in the middle of it all and felt tears brimming in my eyes, and squeezed them shut.

I wanted him with me so badly.

"Shh, shh, I know," Susan cooed, wrapping her arms around me and pulling me against her. Had I spoken aloud? Oh Christ I was a mess.

Susan's chest was warm and soft and it succeeded in helping me to relax in some primal way when she rocked me; I suddenly felt like a baby. It wouldn't be far from the truth, after all, I was putting up more of a fuss than Jack. I pressed my lips together and took a moment to level my nerves, then sat up and out of her arms, putting more pressure on my neck since I'd lessened it in my distraction.

"I'm fine," I breathed. I stared at the ground for the rest of our time stuck upstairs, putting all of my energy into keeping my breath steady and not thinking the worst.

Susan took the opportunity to pry my hand from my neck and inspect the cut, and I let her clean it up. First she washed away the dried blood caking the area, then used some alcohol on a clean cloth to disinfect it. It stung like hell and I flinched, groaning at the pain, but let her finish what she needed to do.

My neck bled a little more after cleaning it but Susan put some pressure on it, and eventually she could dress it for me. I thanked her, and she simply shook her head and squeezed my hand.

The gunfire eventually slowed down, and stopped. We all waited with bated breath for something to happen.

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himbowelsh · 5 years ago

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Could I get a ship? I'm 5'2, tan skin, dark brown hair. All my friends know I'm a huge dork. I'm super sarcastic and snarky just try to always boost the mood and make people laugh if even the worst times. I’m super independent and it’s a little hard for me to open up because emotionally intimate is something that terrifies me. I have a bit of an anxiety problem. I love reading, I'm always singing or making jokes, and love having an adventure. I'm also super into theatre, thank you sm!!!

Oh gosh, you and Skip Muck would get along great! Dorks attract fellow dorks, and you certainly attract him --- one quip, and he’s hooked. You’ve got so much color to your personality, so much flavor. Every day spent getting to know you, Skip sees something new; you’re like a puzzle he’s still trying to find all the pieces to, and he becomes determined to try. Honestly, the two of you can become insufferable if left to snark at each other for too long, because you can just go back and forth for hours --- it’s hilarious to watch, but eventually someone has to stop laughing long enough to get a word in edgewise. Respecting your independence won’t come hard to Skip at all; he’ll be content for a long time just knowing you, seeing you do your thing. The two of you will go to see shows together (you bet Skip has entire Broadway sountracks memorized --- he can do the Beetlejuice voice and the Phantom dramatic cape twirl). When he catches you singing, he won’t hesitate to join in, with his own voice or his guitar. He’s quick to pick up on your anxious moods, and develops a knack for putting you at ease; when you need out of a situation, he’s the getaway driver. Eventually, though, jokes won’t be enough for Skip any more. He won’t demand it, but if he gets to a point where he can be emotionally intimate with you, he’ll yearn for it in return... to earn your trust, he knows he’ll have to prove himself as someone you can open up to. All he hopes is that one day, that day will come.

You know who else would definitely fall for you? Joe Toye! No need to parkour away from emotional intimacy here. Joe’s feelings are shut tight as a bear trap. Unless you get a proper amount of liquor in him, you’re not gonna have to worry about anything. In the meantime, you can enjoy his close-lipped grins every time you fire off a particularly sarcastic comment, the way his eyes glitter when he looks at you, like you share a secret no one else knows. Joe is always up for a good time, and he finds it with you --- even if he’ll bitch about your constant showtunes or roll his eyes at your goofier puns, he becomes unbearably fond before he even knows what’s hit him. Sometimes, Joe will simply pull you out of sight of any of your other friends, hands on your hips and breath hot against you neck; that’s his form of intimacy, and he prefers it. (Until you get to that one uncomfortable night when you’re both a little drunk, music is pounding loudly in the other room, and his kisses turn into a hushed exhale of “I love you”... but that’s a panic attack for another day!) Joe’s always there to humor you, and frankly loves how you can lift his mood even when nothing else seems capable of it; you can light up an entire room with your smile alone, and damn if he’s not head over heels for that grin.

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ecotone99 · 5 years ago

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[HR] Darcy's Last Day of Work

One-thousand and eight.

It took Halona Culstee-Brookings one-thousand and eight hours to die. She was six years old, and it took that sunuvabitch six weeks to kill her; six weeks of rapes, beatings, burnings; six weeks of holding her under water until she stopped breathing, then performing CPR on her until she came back. Six weeks of cutting off her fingertips, ear lobes, or pulling her baby teeth, and sending one little piece of Halona Culstee-Brookings to her parents everyday. For the last two weeks she didn’t even feel it, just watched from the outside as her body flopped, gurgled, and moaned at the command of her tormentor. Hell, she’s been dead for fifteen minutes and he’s still humping away at her, the greasy prig.

My name is Darcy Maldonado, and I hate my job.

I’m what you call a psychopomp; when someone dies, it’s my job to escort their soul to the nearest way point, the place where the border is weakest between this world and The Grey, which is where souls go to wait for judgment. Think of that waiting room in Beetlejuice, where the dead take a number and wait to meet with their afterlife case worker. This is not the job I wanted; I paid my own way through college for four years, worked some shitty jobs and saved a lot of tips. I wanted to be a teacher; of course when a drunk driver punches your ticket, what you wanted in life sorta becomes irrelevant, you know? Something else the movie got right, how differently time moves in The Grey. No one met me when I died; I got up and thought there had been an accident, so I ran off to try and find a payphone, only to fall through a waypoint and spend a year in The Grey, begging for someone to tell me what happened. When I came out, it was almost twenty years later. As for explaining things, someone did eventually, but I’ll get into that later.

Judgment is always hardest when it comes to kids. For adults it’s a walk in the park; you know what you should or shouldn’t do, your concept of religion is clearly defined (usually); at that point you just have to ask yourself where you belong, and deep down, you can’t really lie to yourself. With kids, there’s a lot of gray area to deal with in The Grey, no pun intended. Most kids know religion as their parents tell it to them, but they don’t really understand it, so you can’t judge them by it. Depending how young the kid is they may still be grappling with vague moral concepts like right or wrong. Hell, little Halona Culstee-Brookings of Seattle, Washington didn’t even really understand what death was.

All she knew was someone was hurting her, and the longer it went on the more she forgot what it was like to NOT be hurt, poor kid. I showed up on the first day, the first time he drowned her and her heart stopped, and the whole time he was giving her CPR I could hear him going on and on about how this was only the beginning. How he was going to teach her body and her soul to obey him, how she would know what it meant to serve his every command, how in time she would not even be able to die without his permission. Sick fucko. So I stayed, because if there was nothing else I could do, I was going to take the first chance I had and get her the ever-loving fuck away from the bastard, because the stunt he was pulling there was some next level Supervillain bullshit. No six-year-old needs to go through that.

Once she was brain-dead, so far gone she was just watching the show, I made a move. I grabbed her hand and tried to drag her out, but she wouldn’t budge. She was almost seven, couldn’t weigh more than fifty pounds, but it was like trying to lift Thor’s hammer. After about fifteen minutes of it I snapped, I screamed at her “God dammit kid it’s over, just let go. No one’s going to come save you, just fucking let go!”

“I know.” Her little voice froze my veins. She looked back at me, big eyes so full of hurt. “I know no one is going to save me. I have to stay. I need to understand why.”

“There’s nothing to understand!” I fired back, “He’s just some sick fucko, and you’re just an unfortunate victim of said sick fucko! You don’t need to see this shit!”

“Maybe not.” She turned back toward the bastard, “But I need to know.”

This poor little kid couldn’t let go because she wanted to understand what had happened to her. Most would’ve just been glad to be free of it and let go. Most did. But not little Halona; she wanted to know how the universe worked, how the stars burned, where it all began, who decided this was how her life had to end, and why? What do you say to that? I flinched when I heard her body suck in a ragged gasp of air, heard her come back to life again, heard that greasy bastard praise her for being so strong and coming back to her. Watched him stroke her sweat and grime-slicked hair back from her face and kiss her forehead.

I knew it wasn’t over yet. I knew she had so much more to endure before her body gave out, and I doubted that he would be done even then. But it was out of my hands. If Halona wasn’t going to let go, I was supposed to move on. One-hundred and five people die every minute, so you can imagine I’m a busy guy. But this . . . this seemed more important . . .

So I broke the rules. I stayed.

I sat down next to her, laid her head in my lap, and together we watched the bastard destroy what was left of her. I wanted to scream and cry and claw my eyes out and run away, but I wasn’t going to leave her alone. If she was determined to suffer this, I would do it alongside her.

Once she was done, really done, I picked her up and carried her out of that fucking slaughter hole. She just laid there in my arms, silent, until she finally whispered “There really wasn’t a reason, was there?”

“Sorry kid,” I croaked, “I really wish I could say that there was some great design to it all, but all I’ve ever learned from any of this is that there is no God, or if there is he’s as much a sick fucko as the sod who did this to you.”

She thought about this for awhile, then she looked at me again. “I’m going to cry for a little while, is that okay?”

“You do whatever you need to kid, I got you.”

Little Halona buried her face in my chest and cried; six weeks of abuse and torture and pain, she cried it all out, and I took everything she had to give. It was the least I could do, considering what she’d been through. Once she was done crying I took her home. Her house felt empty; her dad at the table, drinking straight from the bottle of JD, her mom lying on the girl’s tiny bed, crying into a stuffed animal. The wedge between them was sunk deep. Most families don’t survive the loss of their only child, the parents lose the connection between them, things turn ugly. Some of them even kill themselves. Halona could see it in her parent’s faces, smart kid.

So I broke the rules again. Strike two.

Before her mother’s eyes, Halona and I materialized. I set the girl down and she ran, leapt into her mother’s arms. In that instant, the moment she felt her baby girl, smelled her hair, the woman’s arms latched onto her for dear life and she howled a relieved sob. The sound drew in Halona’s father who, after taking a moment to sober up from the shock, joined in. I watched the three of them hold each other and cry for an hour. I was a voyeur in their lives, a grim servant of Death who was screwing up the cosmic chain of command; but watching this, giving her family the chance to say goodbye, letting Halona pass on with something good inside of her . . . totally worth it.

After they stopped crying, Halona’s mother made her a PB&J sandwich (her favorite), and I sat down with her parents and we had a very hard discussion. I explained (lied) that I was an angel, and I spun a fantastic string of bullshit that they should have seen right through, but for the shock and overwhelming madness of the situation. I told them that Halona had to go back to Heaven because dark powers had conspired to have her killed, to stop her grand destiny. But if they stayed strong and loved each other, they would be blessed with another chance. Their next child would be Halona returning to them and they could try again. But for now, she had to go back to Heaven and recuperate from the attack. They thanked me over and over again, smothered me with hugs and praise, asked if there was a church they should go to, or a religion to join. I told them that what mattered most was love, and that they needed to be strong for each other in the mean time, and to remember that Halona would be anxiously waiting to see them again.

Oh, and I told them to call in a tip that Carl Stetson, shady daycare provider, had been seen dumping a sack of children’s clothes behind the Jack in the Box a block from his home. But that becomes important later.

After the sandwich was done, Halona and her parents said goodbye to each other, and we left for the nearest waypoint. She didn’t say a damn thing the whole way, of course, neither did I. The reunion was important and it did good things for her, but that doesn’t soften the impact of “Sorry luv, it’s time to die, off to the Pearly Gates with you.” When we got to the waypoint, she turned and hugged me. Kissed me on the cheek and said thank you. For that alone, I’d have done all this over again.

Maybe I’m a terrible fucking person for lying like that, but what was the alternative? Let them destroy what they had, because some kiddie fucker arsehole decided that a little girl should die for him to get his rocks off? Fuck that. But really, maybe I’m a terrible fucking person because the story doesn’t end there.

Eighteen months pass. Carl Stetson, following a lengthy investigation by police, is arrested and charged with thirty-six counts of child abduction, molestation, and murder. Halona Culstee-Brookings was only the most recent of victims to a man who has been doing the exact same thing to children across fourteen states, since 1984. The media parades his image across papers, television, and the internet. They make him a celebrity, write a book about him and his crimes, The Resurrectionist Murders.

She should have been the last, but American justice is funny like that. Apparently, if you cop the right disability plea, talk to the right doctors, you can get out with a Not Guilty by Reason of Mental Incompetence judgment. That’s where, instead of going to execution or to rot in a cell, they send you off to a cushy mental institution for analysis, medication, and therapy. If you play nice and take your meds, cry appropriately and express your guilt, they’ll even pronounce you “Rehabilitated” and send you out into the world with an expunged record and the chance to start over. So that’s where we found Carl Stetson, eighteen months later, walking out of Monroe Correctional in an orange jumpsuit and bracelets. Two guards standing behind him, shotguns in hand; across the way a pretty blond in a pencil skirt sighs and shakes her head. “Officers, Mister Stetson isn’t a monster, he’s a sick man who’s going to get help. I don’t think the handcuffs or guns are necessary.”

“Y-yeah, I’m just sick.”

The guards exchange glances; they know what he did, they saw the reports. They also know that Carl Stetson is as apologetic and sincere as a cobra in a rabbit hole, and that there isn’t a damn thing they can do about it. Sometimes the bad ones slip through. The legal system is only as secure as its biggest crack, and this broken system has more than its fair share. The district attorney doesn’t feel like she’s getting the respect she deserves, so she raises her voice. “That wasn’t a request, gentlemen, take his cuffs off. Now.” One of the officers sighs and sets his gun down, leaning it against the fence as he approaches. He fishes for his keys and kneels, moving to unshackle the bastard.

As I materialize, I’m already lifting the discarded twelve gauge. In slow motion, the DA’s mouth drops open as she starts to scream. The kneeling officer is rolling away, coming around and reaching for his sidearm, the other officer is bringing the gun up and shouting for me to lower the weapon. None of that matters, I’m staring down the length of the weapon at the back of Carl’s head as I shout for him to turn around. He does, and I watch as the realization slowly dawns. He knows my face, he’s seen it a lot lately. Every time he tried to hang himself in prison, I was cutting him down. Every time they raped and stabbed him in the shower, I was forcing his soul back into his body, keeping him alive. Every time he begged for death, I told him it wasn’t his time. I told him that he didn’t get off that easy, that he had something to learn.

“Y-y-you can’t do this.” He stammers at me, tears beading up in his eyes. “I’m going to get treatment, they said it wasn’t my fault.”

I jab him in the face with the shotgun’s barrel, smashing a few teeth. “Thirty-six murders isn’t a symptom of illness, it’s a fucking plague.” I cock the shotgun, chambering a round; I don’t know if they're slugs, or buckshot, or nonlethal, but I know that anything’s lethal if you’re close enough.

“You c-can’t do this, it isn’t fair!”

The officers are shouting that this is my last warning before they open fire.

“Fair?” I unlatched the safety, “Why don’t you ask the children if it’s fair?” For the first time, Carl notices the children. Thirty-five children gathered around, their bodies still showing the devastating cruelty he visited on them, unable to heal or move on from The Grey because they don’t understand what’s happened to them, because the system over there is just as broken as the system here. The police officers and the DA see the kids too, and the effect is a lot like you’d expect; they shake, scream, drop guns. This is officially outside of their convenient little comfort zones.

“You c-c-can’t do this!” He’s trying to convince himself more than he is me. Obviously it isn’t working.

I can’t help but smile as I squeeze the trigger, “I can do whatever I want on my last day.”

Strike Three.

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nightmareonfilmstreet · 7 years ago

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Better Together: 10 Unlikely Horror Duos

When it comes to horror and all the subgenres within it, unlikely situations are ironically expected to occur. Most of the time we’re given characters that are blatantly different for the sake of representing opposites: good and bad, funny and serious, logical and insane. Audiences don’t anticipate these representations to get along, let alone band together to make it to the end. When it comes to the following list of films, no matter how crazy the situation these characters find themselves in, the biggest shock is who winds up teaming up with who.

There really is nothing sweeter than two unlikely characters finding each other in the face of menace and evil. Sometimes those characters are the faces of menace and evil, but that still counts. From catfights and bromances to villainous allies, nothing says ‘I love you’ quite like ‘I hate you’ first. Here’s the Top 10 Unlikely Horror Duos:

10. Ellen Ripley and Jones the Cat in Alien

In space no one can hear you scream, except the feral starship cat. After a terrifying unknown alien being destroys all of her fellow crew members, Ripley finds solace in the Ginger Tom cat, Jones. She’s not much of a cat person at first, but when you’re left alone in space with a big, slimy, lethal monster of an alien and the harmless feline, you’re gonna choose the cat to keep you company.

9. Charley Brewster and Peter Vincent in Fright Night

An adolescent boy-who-cried-wolf and a washed-up, geriatric late night star don’t exactly scream ‘power couple’, however Charley and Peter are able to bond over their knowledge of one thing: the realm of horror. The two reluctantly pair up to stop the evil vampire, Jerry, who’s just moved into Charley’s quaint suburban neighborhood. They’re both misunderstood, underestimated men on opposite sides of the age spectrum, but in the end Vincent’s wisdom, Charley’s bravery, and their combined courage puts Jerry to sleep for good

8. Madeline Ashton and Helen Sharp in Death Becomes Her

It’s no secret that women tend to view one another as enemies, especially when it comes to a man. Madeline and Helen are two women obsessed with two things: eternal beauty and Ernest. These leading ladies will stop at nothing to declare themselves as the only woman in Ernest’s life, even if that literally means physically destroying one another in the process. However, when they realize who the real enemy is (hint, it’s always the adulterer) and join beautiful, flawless girl power forces they are able to serve up a lethal dose of justice. Madeline and Helen’s relationship proves that two heads are better than one and women can coexist is peaceful harmony happily ever after… forever.

7. Sidney Prescott and Gale Weathers in Scream

No one really likes exploitative, nosy, meddlesome news reporters, especially Sidney. However, we see her relationship with the woman broadcasting her mother’s dirty laundry, Gale Weathers, Top Story and author of the Woodsboro Murders, go from punches (sorry, Gale, people don’t forget) to final female survivor stardom. The unlikely duo are able to team up for four installments of the Scream franchise, each time bringing down the man or woman behind Ghost Face respectively.

6. Arnie Cunningham and Christine in Christine

He was a boy. She was a car. If Stephen King’s Christine taught us anything it’s that love is love. Arnie is the quintessential nerd, totally unfit to be riding around in the red hot 1958 Plymouth Fury he’s lovingly named Christine. However, through a lot of tantrums and a Grease-worthy new look, Arnie overcomes the loser archetype and turns into a full-on villain. A perfect fit for the sleek, devilish ride. No shitter could ever understand the bond between a man and his metal, even if it drives away all of his loved ones or drives over them (oh, the puns). Arnie + Christine 4 Ever.

5. Dr. Hannibal Lecter and Agent Clarice Starling in The Silence of the Lambs

Classic love story: Good girl meets bad boy. I know the relationship between the intelligent, yet sadistic cannibal Dr. Lecter and earnest rookie FBI agent Clarice Starling isn’t exactly love, but there is something there between them and the plexiglass. Starling must find it in herself to resist Lecter’s invasive psychotherapy all the while coaxing information out of him to catch another murderer at large. A man like him is the epitome of evil to her in the beginning, but over time, and a lot of indirect therapy sessions, Starling begins to soften to the doctor’s odd charm. Lecter begins to trust the young agent, feeding her more and more information on how to catch the real (other) bad guy. Able agent and educated psychopath: a force to be reckoned with.

4. Freddy Krueger and Jason Voorhees in Freddy Vs. Jason

Bad guys need love too! What better horror frenemy-slash-bromance (another pun) example could there be? Freddy haunts his victims in their sleep, Jason stalks them while they’re awake. Teenagers of Elm Street and Camp Crystal Lake beware! Here things get kind of messy what with dimensional lines being crossed and a penalty flag thrown here and there. Friendly competition eventually turns into a testosterone-fueled battle royale. What starts out as a carnage war between the two heavyweight champs of horror turns into a fleeting on-screen bromance. Freddy and Jason figure out that teamwork will ultimately take care of those pesky teenagers once and for all, but then it’s back to their respective corners again until the referee calls them back to the field.

3. Thomasin and Black Phillip in The Witch

The strong-willed, final girl will surely triumph over Satan and his imps by the end of this new-age, witchy tale, right? Wrong. Thomasin and her family are cast out to live in the New England woods where witches and their familiars run amok. Mounting paranoia and evil eventually turn the family inside out leaving Thomasin with the most prominent familiar of all: an ebony billy goat appropriately named Black Phillip aka Satan incarnate. The animal and its evil eye torment Thomasin up through the end of the film. However, like any bad influence, Black Phillip is able to completely isolate Thomasin and coax her inner-witch to prevail. She, in turn, is unable to turn down the devil’s temptation and gives in. It winds up being a match made in Heaven… well, in this case it’s a match made in Hell.

2. Lydia Deetz and Adam and Barbara Maitland in Beetlejuice

A typical ghost story usually involves the dead antagonizing the living and that does happen in this story, but not in the way you think. Simple couple Adam and Barbara Maitland are new members the afterlife and find themselves at odds with the eccentric nouveau riche family that has moved into their house. Despite their best efforts and befriending the family’s strange daughter, Lydia, Adam and Barbara recruit help from a wild, zany, sinister spirit (I won’t state his name here). When things get out of hand (with the spirit whose name I won’t state) and the family is put in jeopardy, the dead protect the living girl they have grown fond of and ultimately bring down the baddest of baddies (again, it’s best not to state his name).

1. Tallahassee and Columbus in Zombieland

Tallahassee is edgy, quick, rough, and brave. Columbus is quiet, reserved, cautious, and a “bit of a bitch” as Tallahassee would say. Both are not exactly social, easy-to-get-along-with types of people. When a zombie virus brings about the end of civilization, these two guys are left Twinky-less and dependent on one another for survival. All bets are unexpectedly off, especially when they meet the clever and independent Wichita and Little Rock. Of course the (anything but) damsels find themselves in zombified distress calling on the two opposites for help. Brains and brawn combine to rescue the girls and show that bromance is the real deal. Together they learn that isolation from the world is meaningless whether it’s populated with people or the undead.

The horror genre can teach us all a lot of things, but one of it’s more light-hearted themes is that in the end together is always better, no matter how unlikely the duo.

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realmonsterboyhours · 5 years ago

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Soft Snake Hours

I’m soft, forgive me. Everyone else, and the hot chocolate made me do it.

Fridays at work used to pass by so quickly before, but nowadays they seemed to drag along, like trying to run a marathon with a two thousand pound weight strapped to your leg. You stared at the clock. Only five minutes left, would they even notice if you happened to sneak out a few minutes early?

A soft warmth enveloped the sweet spot on your neck, you snuffed out a purr that threatened to rumble from your throat. Your hand gently reaching up to graze the spot, feeling the warmth pulsing below your fingertips.

Okay. Work be damned. You had places to be.

You quietly collected your things, and headed for the door, ignoring any questioning looks, and slyly avoiding any supervisors as you slipped into your car. You made a quick stop home on the way. You grabbed a couple of supplies, a quick shower, and changed into your much more comfortable hiking gear. This weekend was going to be great.

You swept yourself out the door. Hopping in your car, and playing music on your calm ride through the winding back roads, surrounded by the colors of fall. Fiery red and orange leaves scattered the roads and the tops of the trees. The scenic drive, was just a small-but enjoyable part of the trip.

With each mile closer, your pulse elevated just a little bit more. Parking your car in your normal hidden spot, you grab your bag, lock your car, and set off into the forest in front of you. By now, a small trail just wide enough for one person had formed between the trees and bushes. As you walked you’d notice the path would eventually widen to a clearing surrounded by incredibly large boulders. In the center was the largest of the rocks. Well... It was more like several flat rocks that were stacked upon each other and then buried into the side of a large hill; they formed some sort of a large shelter.

Atop the home laid the strikingly large form you had been looking for. Laid back in a pile of strong coils striped in such a beautiful black and white pattern, was-

“Beej!” you cried out happily. The serpent’s attention instantly focused on you. A cocky grin formed on his features as he unfurled himself, and quickly slid off his home, gliding over to you with ease in a hypnotizing motion.

“Babess! Why don’t you jusst look like a wonderful little sssnack~” He cooed while leaning down to meet at your own height. The serpent’s normal posture caused him to tower over you usually by quite a decent margin, so he often would lower himself to your level for your comfort.

Quickly slithering behind your form he wrapped you in his arms from behind. His cold skin sending a shiver down your spine like a bolt of lightning, reaching all the way to your toes. Your skin raised as you leaned into his body more. You could feel his body begin to curl around you, his grip tightening and his cheek now flush with the side of your neck. A small sigh passed his lips as he seemed to melt into your warmth.

“Beetlejuice.” You scolded gently, he winced at the use of his full name. “You’re so cold. Why didn’t you warm yourself up inside?” You asked feeling his grip tighten.

“Mmmn, I wasss getting warm on my rock, but you were just ssso hot babess, I figured you’d warm me up much fassster.” His voice rumbled in just the right tone, your body responded to it by shivering from your neck down, which only tightened his grip around you.

“Well then, how about we get you all warmed up now that I’m here” you looked over your shoulder at the naga draped across your shoulder. He lazily agrees with a nod, and it becomes evident to you, that you had caught him during a midday nap.

With no second thought he scooped you up easily into his strong arms and cradled you close to his chest, like he was afraid you would run away if he let you go. You felt his smooth gait as he headed towards the pile of rocks he called home.

Inside the home was simple, decorated majorly with things he and yourself had found in your time together. Beetlejuice really enjoyed seeing the way light would bounce off the walls of his home.

He reluctantly set you down on your feet again his hands lingering for just a second too long. You quickly shuffled to set your belongings down, turning to see his toothy grin. He definitely just checked you out while you bent over.

You shot him a knowing look and his only reply was to shoot his hands up in a defensive position and look away with a psuedo-innocence. A roll of your eyes and you settled in finally while the serpent-man dug through your belongings curiously. It wasn’t long before a yawn caught you off guard.

You had been walking for quite some time, and after work no less. It was definitely time for a well deserved nap and you knew just the spot you wanted to sleep.

“Beej...” You breathed quietly, his ears perking just to pick up the faint sound, he paused his shenanigans “Babesss” He replied equally as gently. “Lets take a nap.” You said while rubbing at your eye, giving a final stretch upwards. “Sssay no more. I got you babe~” With that his strong tail coiled around your body, hoisting you into the air, and bringing you into a mess of his long body. Spiraled and wrapped around himself to form a sort of bed for you to lay on. Once you situated yourself to your comfort, he draped his tail over you one final time, curling the human part of his body to your side, resting his head in the crook of your neck. His breath hot against your skin, you shifted slightly just enough to free an arm behind his head, locking him close to you.

A low chuckle reverberated from his mouth settling into his own personal heater for what would be an amazing nap. It wasn’t long before the two of you slipped off into a cozy sleep.

He certainly didn’t feel the autumn’s cold anymore.

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dieselandink · 7 years ago

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I Am Not a Can of Sunshine

Did you ever acknowledge something about yourself that you wished wasn't true?

I am a Reality Bites, moody, Eeyore, Lydia from Beetlejuice type of person. My frustrations and irritations ride just under the surface. They often seek to overwhelm me.

I spend a lot of time wishing to be different. I wish I was sunny and Pollyanna.

Or do I?

I'm often told to lighten up. Calm down. Stop worrying so much.

There's darkness to me. I've been invisible, ignored, unseen for large portions of my life. Because that's the way I wanted it. Easily folding myself away into a space out of the way. Out of the way of conflict. Out of the way of awkwardness. Out of the way of confrontation.

As you grow up and live through days and weeks, months and years, it seems you come to a point where you begin to examine "you."

Who am I and how did I get here type examinations. Often the answers lie not in where we are, but where we've been.

My answers lie in myself as a child.

Do you ever feel oddly close to your childhood thoughts and feelings, even though you are an adult many years removed from the hazy days of childhood? I don't know if that's a universal thing or not. But for me, I remember vividly how it felt to be a child. And in my life, the best times were when I remained invisible, out of the fray. I was an expert at disappearing when things got ugly, tense or weird. I forced myself to learn to fake sleeping, and I became so convincing at it that never did anyone think I was faking.

I played by myself often, and when I did spend time at a friend's house, it was often to observe. Who were these people, who seemed so different from myself and my family? My friend's homes were often loud and chaotic. Mine was quiet and filled with routine: dinner at 6 pm with the network news on (usually CBS, a lot of Dan Rather), sitcoms until bedtime. Rarely did we go out to eat. Never did we visit other people's homes unless it was me staying over at a friend's or when we visited family.

I knew, early on, that my family wasn't like other families. We were closed, contained. Other families, I knew from all my observing, were like open doors. I became closed and contained, too.

It was a safe way to exist as a child. I was awkward and shy. I developed elaborate routines on the playgrounds on the days my friends were absent to make it appear as though I wasn't alone and friendless. Spend a couple minutes lingering near a groups so it looked like I was involved (but not too long), move to underneath a tree where I could act like I was waiting for someone to meet me. (Where is she? And I would peer around, impatiently.) Five or more minutes wandering from place to place like I was looking for somebody or some thing.

By the time I was out of 6th grade, I had mastered the art of being alone in a crowd without looking like I was alone. It was a skill I would draw upon often later, as an adult. Alone in plain sight, but not weirdly so.

All that odd coping, all that examining of families not like mine, led me to conclude early on that my family wasn't quite normal. But, not having much to compare to, I just accepted my hardworking, quiet, mostly anti social, routine-oriented parents as my parents, and I adapted. Never too loud, too defiant, too annoying. Do chores, read, get good grades, and there is never a problem.

Assert yourself, bring up awkward subjects, go against the grain?

No.

Talk about things that may bring about unexpected emotions? No again. I waited almost 15 years to tell my parents I had been molested beginning at age 8 by a relative. All those years, I was so proud of myself for not causing a problem by telling what went on and possibly getting blamed or causing a scary situation like divorce of my relatives or pressing charges. I avoided all of that, they divorced anyway without my help, and I finally talked about it when enough years went by that it was no longer an issue that could cause problems.

Oh, but I was so very wrong. I shouldn't have been proud. Because little girl me had no idea the kind of damage that comes from holding a secret like that for so long. For fading into the background, staying invisible, creating no chaos, expressing no emotion.

You reach a point where you can't hold that darkness any longer, and it begins to leak out. At first it's just like a paper cut. But soon, it becomes an open wound, and suddenly you're bleeding darkness everywhere and no tourniquet can stop the gush.

It's no wonder I'm not sunshine and light, that I worry, and that I started feeling anxiety and depression in my 30's. I had no outlet. I had no way to release the bad feelings. My only way of coping was to stuff them all in, over and over, but it eventually became so crowded in there that they had nowhere left to go.

And then, they came out. Like a tidal wave, they destroyed much of what they found, and I was no longer able to cling to that safe little shell I had been given. I was released into the bigger world and left to cope, and to realize that when we get to the point in our lives where we wonder who we are, where we're going, and why we're here, we must acknowledge all the little moments that led to this point.

All the choices we made.

All the things we observed.

And then, we take all the pieces left after the tsunami is gone and begin to put ourselves back together. Differently, I'm sure. I'm still not sunshine, but I am learning that it's okay to be what I've become. It's what she chose at 8, and she chose at 12, and she at 17. I can make different choices now.

I think it's why art is as much a part of me as my hair color or the shape of my face. Art is how I coped when I didn't know any other way. It's a meditation, a daydream and a skill practice all together in one.

Art is what I do, it's who I am becoming, it's why I am the way I am.

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COPA ROOM: ALL INCLUSIVE CLUB WITH LIVE ENTERTAINMENT WELCOMES EVERYBODY

By Rafa Carvajal | Photos by World Red Eye. Provided by Copa Room

“All-inclusive" is the hottest trend in vacation resorts, and now local businessman and nightlife figure Shawn Shahnazi is bringing the "all-inclusive" approach to the South Florida club scene. From the creators of Wynwood's Prohibition Restaurant & Speakeasy, owner Shawn Shahnazi has built upon his passion for destination nightlife establishments, garnered in 30 years in the Miami nightlife realm. Envisioning Copa Room as an interactive experience with a Miami flair, Shawn wants to entice tourists and locals alike with live entertainment and seemingly endless libations.

Copa Room offers a flat rate of $80 on weekdays and $100 on weekends (50% off for Florida residents honored with on-site ticket purchase). The Club Level ticket for $125 grants guests super-premium liquor and an add-on is offered for Table Service for $300. Copa Room guests can purchase tickets with an on-site concierge, and are invited to stay for Happy Hour drink specials at the boutique bar in the lobby and enjoy snacks and entertainment in the form of flat screen TVs, pool tables and arcade video games, creating anticipation for the evening ahead.

Copa Room opens 10 p.m. to 5 a.m. and arriving guests are received in the lobby by performers and a looming video-mapped mask. Once inside, you will find three premium open bars, a mini stage situated in the middle of the room, an expansive main theater stage across the dance floor, a chandelier with five disco balls encased in stream lights and two expansive staircases leading to the Club level private seated lounge area with a super-premium open bar. Several shows begin at 11 p.m. and continue on throughout the night in 30-minute intervals. Some of the spectacles include cirque-style acts with aerial acrobats, choreographed dances, live concerts and performances by impersonators of Michael Jackson, Madonna, Beyoncé, Queen, Celia Cruz and Jennifer Lopez, amongst many others, and interactive vignettes with characters like Chewbacca and Stormtroopers, Beetlejuice, Charlie Chaplin and The Mask.

Copa Room's non-restrictive dress code ranges from casual wear to elegant and everything in between. "Shorts and Tuxedo's welcomed," notes Shawn. "We want to steer away from the typical Miami nightclub experience, where guests are selected based on looks and money, and provide all with a good time."

Shawn has a clear vision for what he wants at Copa Room. With a 21 and over guest capacity of 1,800, his mission for Copa Room is "to provide high quality shows and entertainment and a hassle-free nightlife experience, where guests can enjoy shows performed by professional entertainers and experience a non-stop high energy nightclub and receive premium open bar all night."

When I went to Copa Room the friendliness of the staff and the fun live entertainment really caught my attention, so I sat down with owner Shawn Shahnazi to learn more about the concept behind the all-inclusive new nightclub and his background in the business.

Rafa Carvajal: Tell us about your background and experience in the nightclub business. Shawn Shahnazi: I've been in Miami since 1984, started as a bar back and valet then moved up to management. Afterward, I went to college for hospitality management. In 2002, I left the corporate world and opened my first restaurant in Coral Gables. This led to many other projects including my current, 11th venture, Copa Room.

RC: What is Copa Room – for our readers that don't know about it yet? SS: It's an entertainment complex, a high-energy nightclub and entertainment venue all built into one. We are bringing the South American concept, much like Cancun. Basically one ticket gets you in with complimentary cocktails from 10 p.m. - until 4 in the morning. It will always remain a high-energy nightclub, except there will be shows and entertainment as the night keeps going.

RC: Why did you decide to open Copa Room in the heart of South Beach? SS: This venue was the only one big enough for the Copa Room concept. It came with a theater stage, two floors, etc.

RC: What led you to the decision of opening an all-inclusive nightclub with live entertainment? SS: I like to vacation in Cancun, and I've been visiting the concept there for the last 15 years. I realized Miami has never had this concept and I said 'I think it's time.' Cancun's concept started in 2000 and now every hotel is all-inclusive, from Punta Cana to Jamaica, so I think it's the next step in hospitality when it comes to Miami. Copa Room in Miami is that first step which I think will become the trend. My goal is to start with Copa Room then develop and expand the concept into an all-inclusive hotel.

RC: How does Copa Room differ from the traditional South Beach nightclub experience people may be used to? SS: I think it's totally different from everything. We want it to be totally different and there lies the challenge. First, there is no one at the door saying 'you come, you stay.' It's welcome for tourists and locals alike. If you want to come in shorts or a tuxedo, you will get in. It's not overpriced drinks or ripped off VIP, you don't have to buy bottle service to get the experience. Five guys for a bachelor party will get in just as five girls would. Copa Room is just a welcoming place. We also have a built in game room, you can play games, hang out, or do whatever you choose. We want to present a relaxed environment. From the shows to the games, not to mention the actual nightclub itself, there are many aspects of the venue to enjoy.

RC: What type of entertainment are you showcasing at Copa Room? SS: A variety of shows. The main attractions are replicas of music videos, but they are performed live. We have performers that do Pitbull, J.Lo, Marc Anthony, and many others, all live replicating the costumes and videos. We also do Beetlejuice and Charlie Chaplin, each night adding a different costumed theme. Whoever the hot artist of the moment is, we will highlight them in our shows. Off the charts entertainment is what we are offering.

RC: Copa Room's dress code is relaxed and guests don't necessarily need to dress up. Tell us about your dress code and why you chose to do something different than other clubs? SS: Locals and tourist didn't have a place that doesn't enforce a dress code or represent an age demographic, until Copa Room. The most important thing about this, besides premium open bar all night, is shows and entertainment for a flat fee, and you don't have to worry about the velvet rope and not being able to get in based on appearance. Nightlife wasn't supposed to be serious, it's supposed to be fun, and that's what Copa Room is about.

RC: Your staff is super friendly and outgoing. How do you train your employees? SS: It's taken us two months now, starting from scratch. Our staff is salaried, so they don't have to worry about not making money on a slow night. By doing this, we give them a sense of responsibility, ownership, and management opportunities. All we ask for in return is literally, customer service. Come to work with a smile and make sure all the clients are thoroughly taken care of. The physical looks of our staff are secondary; we want their personality and smile to lead. Clients will come back after experiencing our great service.

RC: If someone would like to work at Copa Room as an entertainer or staff member, what is the contact information? SS: They have to come to the club. We are here from Tuesday through Friday. First, set up a meeting with our entertainment coordinator Tatiana Stewart. For dancers, we have a choreographer that screens all applicants. Entertainers will go through me. We are always looking for more, doubling our staff as we grow is the main goal. Eventually, we want to bring the inside atmosphere of Copa Room outside to Washington Ave.

RC: Do you have special offers for Florida residents? SS: All visitors will receive 50% off their ticket purchase during the month of February. Florida residents will receive 50% off their tickets, honored with on-site ticket purchase and proof of residency.

RC: Is there anything else you would like to share with Wire Magazine readers? SS: Miami in the late '90s used to be everybody; there was no club that was black or white, straight or gay. Everyone was mixed, that's what I remember from that time. In the last 10 years, it has changed to bottle service and there are nights that are tailored to one demographic. I want to include everything. We want to present a place where you don't have to think, 'are they open, am I welcomed, what kind of music are they playing?' We want none of that. Whether you're 50 or 25, you are welcome. It hasn't been like that for a while and we want to bring that back. We want Copa Room to be the first thought on everyone's mind as far as where to go out in Miami.

Michael W. Sasser contributed to this story.

This was originally published in Wire Magazine Issue 06.2017

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