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henry-and-the-seven-lords · 3 years

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(u can choose for it to be a hc or anything) the brothers go to the dentist with MC and see the process of her wisdom teeth getting removed

Ok! I actually haven't had mine removed, but I have had similar dental work so I am going to base it on that!

So I got REALLY into this for a few days and then I forgot where I was going with it so it turned into headcannons with a super long intro instead of an imagine... Hope you like it!

Warnings: Mentions Dental work, Mentions Needles, Mentions of Blood, Mentions of surgical procedures

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Brothers Reacting to a Wisdom Teeth Removal

MC had been crying out in pain for the past couple of weeks. They had continually mentioned their teeth or jaw being the source of the problem. The Brothers did all they could in the Devildom, but in the end they decided take MC to the human world to see a dentist.

"Well, it looks like your wisdom teeth are coming in. There doesn't seem to be much room left for them, so I would suggest an extraction." The dentist looked at the x-rays and back to MC who was currently surrounded by 7 scared men.

"Extraction!? Ain't no way you are taking anything from my Hum-," Mammon caught himself, "...MC."

The doctor eyed him suspiciously before going back to the x-rays. Lucifer sighed, "Mammon. He is not taking anything. This is going to help MC."

"Will it hurt?" Beel had made his way through the crowd of his Brothers to talk to the doctor.

"They won't feel a thing while they're under. There could be some aching after the procedure, but as long as it is properly taken care of there will be no complications."

The Brothers breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this.

"I'll go through with it." MC pipes up.

The doctor smiles and says, "Wonderful. You can set up an appointment and get the paperwork at the front desk." He then turned on his heel shutting the door behind him, leaving MC and the Brother alone in the room.

"Are you sure this is the best idea, MC?" Levi's voice shakes as he speaks.

"It'll be fine guys. This is a common human procedure, plus I have all of you to help me afterwards." This seemed to easy their qualms. MC went to the front desk and scheduled the surgery sometime during the next week.

Before they knew it, a week had almost passed and the procedure was to take place the next morning. All of the Brothers were frantically running around trying to prepare until Lucifer finally got their attention.

"I want all of you to listen closely," He stood tall and spoke to his brothers now gather in front of him.

"MC is not allowed to eat anything after dinner tonight. They are only allowed to drink water," Beel's face turned sullen, as MC was usually his partner in crime for midnight raids of the fridge.

"The surgery is said to take two hours," Levi's face lit up at the thought of being home early enough to join his team in game and maybe even have MC assist. Only for it to fall again as Lucifer continued, "But before we come home, we will need to pick up some human pain medicine for when the medicine from the surgery wears off."

Asmo seemed quite intrigued with the mention of shopping in the human world, but his thoughts were cut short when Lucifer added, "And we will not be picking up anything else."

Lucifer sighed before continuing, "I have already made a shift schedule for who will take care of MC when we get home. It is in the center of the table." Satan reached for the paper as Lucifer droned on while Mammon peered over his shoulder.

"I will also be giving you instructions on how to change out the guaze and other things to stay away from." Lucifer gave the stack of packets to Belphie who didn't even take one. He just yawned and passed them to Beel.

"MC will be unable to participate in most activities for at least four days. So put any schemes you have on hold until they feel better. Understood?" Lucifer's words were stern as he glared at all of his Brothers.

"Understood." They all groan in unison.

MC, meanwhile, had taken their seat at the table and has began to fill their plate.

Satan grabs his pamphlet and sits across from MC. He quickly flips through the papers before skeptically looking up at them.

"You are confident that this is safe?" He eyes the human nervously as they swallow their food.

"Sure it can't be that bad. Some of my friends had it done and they're still alive." The brothers look between themselves as they all begin to read the possible outcomes of the procedure.

Dinner ends with everyone but MC and Beel leaving their plates mostly full. Slowly they all go their separate ways to their rooms.

When morning arrives, Lucifer wakes everyone up. He quickly goes through the house and rushes everyone out the door in order forC to get to the human world on time. It takes a lot of effort, but the group eventually makes it up to the office in one piece.

Asmo sits next to MC holding their hand and talking to them, "They better not mess up your face. If they so much as make a wrinkle on your skin. I will personally tear them apart."

MC chuckles, "Asmo. They have to have something to keep my mouth open. Don't be so dramatic."

As MC finishes their statement, their name is called and the group goes back with them.

They watch as the dentist helps MC into the chair resembling a torture device as he talks to them.

"You should be out for about two hours, you didn't eat or drink anything correct?"

MC shakes their head no and the doctor smiles before putting on his surgical mask, "Great! Then let's start the procedure."

The brothers gather around MC gently laying their hands on the human's body as the needle penetrates the human's arm.

"I'll be fine guys... Don't worry... One... Bit..." They watch as MC's head slowly lulls towards them. They look at the doctor in fear only to be quickly ushered out by the nurses.

Thankfully, there was a small room where they could sit and watched MC being worked on.

As they watched horror struck their faces.

💙 Lucifer

He really just trusted the process and had no idea what was going to happen.

So when he sees a tube being shoved down MC's throat he is upset and nearly breaks down the glass.

Then he remembers that MC is doing this to feel better and restrains himself.

But only because MC wants this done.

💛 Mammon

Mammon did not like this idea from the beginning! It sounded to dangerous and no one should be taking ANYTHING from MC (besides him).

Definitely was not happy when he started to watch them cut into their gums and blood started to get everywhere.

Lucifer and Beel had to hold him back so he didn't rampage.

Immediately grabs MC when this is all over and does not let them go.

🧡 Leviathan

Levi thought this would be a quick and easy process because it was only going to take two hours.

So they pull out a tooth and that is it right? Wrong.

He is horrified when he realizes they have to cut the teeth out and sew MC back together.

Why would they agree to something so invasive!? Why is this normal for humans!?

💚 Satan

He did a bunch of research and was the reason they went to a human dentist in the first place.

He knew what the entire procedure would entail and even tried to tell MC that it was pretty intense.

But he wasn't going to go against MC's wishes if they wanted to get it done.

Definitely stepped out of the room when it was happening... He didn't want to see it.

💖 Asmodeus

Asmodeus was fine to do anything that MC agreed with, then he saw them pulling their cheeks back and he got angry.

He was quite upset that they were stretching MC's precious skin! They could get wrinkled! And don't even get him started on the tube in their throat.

He wanted to march into the room and stopped them, but he remembered how much pain MC was in and that they needed to get it done.

He will get revenge later. Right now, he is focusing on MC.

❤ Beelzebub

Beel just wants to make sure MC is safe and feeling better no matter the cost or procedure.

So when he starts to see all the terrible stuff happening, he steps out with Satan to get some snacks.

By the time he comes back full, the procedure is over and he can walk in with everyone else as they wait for MC to wake up.

He did save MC one bag of chips... he was worried about them not eating breakfast...

💜 Belphegor

Belphie would be upset at what's happening, but more upset that he can't be next to MC to take a nap.

He definitely cares about them being safe, but he knows they agreed to it and human procedures are weird so he isn't too worried.

He just wants to take a nap and he needs his human pillow.

He will lean on MC's arm and immediately fall asleep whenever he is allowed in to see a groggy MC.

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natromanxoff · 4 years

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Queen live at Apollo Theatre in Glasgow, UK - November 30, 1979

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Queen experimented a bit with their setlists on this tour. They once again opened with Let Me Entertain You, as confirmed by numerous people who attended the show.

The picture was submitted by Alessio Rizzitelli.

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“Firstly a big thanks-you for this web-site being here in the first place (I think it's certainly the most "mature") and to all of the folks that have written their experiences. Particularly those who saw and wrote about Queen's "Crazy Tour". After many years of smoking weed and err.. other substances, my memory ain't what it used to be! But! These stories have sure opened a few pathways back into the cobwebbed depths and reminded me of how I felt as a young 16 yr old Scottish Lad queueing up to see Queen that cold dark November night in the winter of 79. I arrived at the Apollo about 6:30 that night courtesy of the number 51 bus that dropped me just a stones throw from the Apollo entrance. I could see already there was quite a line formed. I scurried up the street and joined the back of the queue, right outside the little "chippie" (fish and chip shop) that was cram packed with Queen fans. After what seemed like forever there was suddenly a comotion going on at the entrance of the Chip Shop. "hey hey... watch it! Who the fuck do you think you..." "TRIPLE FISH AND CHIPS" yells out some big burly grungy looking biker kind of guy in an English accent, pushing his way up to the front counter... Ok so now you have about 2 dozen or so pissed off Glasweigians about to square up to this english bloke who's still muscling his way up to the counter screaming "TRIPLE FISH AND CHIPS"!!! "It's for Freddie", he turns and says to us all. "Oh it's for Freddie? Go right on ahead then Jimmy... no problem". Well I guess you had to have been there. Anyways I remember being midway up the theatre, just under the balcony. It suited me fine cos it looked like they'd built up the stage and I was pretty much about head height with Roger's bass drum. I remember trying to figure out what was actually on the drum skin, before the show it was too dim to see. It wasnt the Jazz logo, I knew that for sure. Well I was going to find out soon cos the lights went down and... and... (sorry I just lit one up... memory fading...) ahh nope, can't quite remember any intro music of the sort, maybe somethin low frequency perhaps? Anyway... smoke... flash... (drums & bass) DUM DUM.. DUM DUM... DUM DUM... DUM DUM... crowd going wild.. White light pulsing / bursting from the drum riser... (guitar feedback) DUM DUM... DUM DUM... Big mother of a lighting rig slowly rising DUM DUM.. BLAAAAAMMMMM explosion & blinding white light ... Fred appears! And were off and into "Let Me Entertain You" and not what I think everyone that had spent all summer listening to "Live Killers" were expecting. So it took me a song or two to figure out Roger's own face was on the front of the drum (only he could get away with it). Well the rest of the show was pretty much for me like the others have described (certainly in an emotional way), I do recall being a bit bummed at the sound of Roger's toms. Being a drummer I was waiting in anticipation for that fig ol fill in "Somebody To Love", you know right before Fred sings "I worked hard". Anyways the toms sounded like he was playing on a bunch of Cardboard boxes... awwww what a let down. But it got much better as the show went on. STL was pretty early on in the set. Well a couple of hours later I remember sitting on the bus home... ears ringing, hands raw from clapping, throat sore from singing... just sitting there dazed and loving every minute of it. How was the show? My folks asked when I got home... jeez what can you say... you had to be there!! That was the one and only time I saw them live. Crazy Little Thing Called Love was too pop for me. I never bought any more records after Live Killers. They did incredibly well in re-inventing themselves and finding a whole new audience in the 80's, hats off to them. Best show I have EVER seen in my life.” - Anonymous

#queen #queen band #roger taylor #freddie mercury #brian may #john deacon #queen concerts

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before-we-get-started · 3 years

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Dream Come True

Colin Shea x O/C Corinne MacAdam

Multi-Chapter Story - Complete

Summary: Colin Shea and his band Rock the Cradle are finally making it big - until something unexpected happens. When he meets a girl that makes him reconsider his player ways, he thinks his life may be coming together, until she blows it apart.

Warning: Bad language, smut, suicidal ideations - no one under 18, please

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please do not read if you are underage. I do not own the character of Colin Shea; the rest are my original characters. By reading beyond this point, you understand the disclaimers as posted.

Chapter Four

Cori’s dad set down the last box on the kitchen counter. She couldn’t believe she was finally moving into a new apartment.

“This is it kiddo,” he said, wrapping her up in a hug. She smiled into his shoulder and hugged him back.

“Thank you so much Daddy.” She watched her father’s face spread into a smile.

“Corinne, I can’t tell you how happy we are for you. You’re getting a fresh start. The world is your oyster, you know.”

She wrinkled up her nose. “I hate oysters,” she said with a giggle.

“Well, you never know, there might be a beautiful pearl inside.” He kissed her on the forehead.

Cori walked him to the door, the daunting task of unpacking ahead of her. She opened the door to see him off and stopped in her tracks. Directly across the hall at apartment 6A, a guy clad only in flowered boxers had a blonde in a tight embrace, kissing her passionately. She pulled away from the guy and said goodbye.

“Bye April,” the guy said with a wave.

“Annie.” There was irritation in her voice.

“Annie, right. Bye Annie.”

As the blonde huffed down the stairs, Cori got a good look at her new neighbor. Tall, fit, a bad case of bedhead but adorable. His upper body was chiseled muscle, his legs long and sexy. He suddenly realized she was standing in her door and gave her the once-over. He licked his lips as he admired her in her jeans, tight Red Sox t-shirt and bare feet. “Well, well, well,” he said, walking around the bannister towards her. “Helloooo 6C.”

Cori smirked at him, crossing her arms without realizing it, protecting herself. “Hello.”

He prowled toward her like a cat stalking a mouse. “And what is your name? And how did I get so lucky?”

Just as he approached, her dad stepped out the door.

“Her name is Corinne. And unless you want to press that luck, I suggest you make a U-turn and go back to your apartment.”

Colin’s eyes were wide, a startled look on his face, but he recovered quickly.

“Well hey Corinne, welcome. I’m Colin, Colin Shea, from across the hall in 6A. I’m the official welcome party for the building. Just wanted to say hi.”

“Do you always welcome new neighbors in your boxers?” said her dad.

Colin looked down, as if he’d forgotten he was barely dressed. “Ah, that, well, I wasn’t sure when I’d get a chance to say welcome, thought I better seize the moment.”

“The moment after you couldn’t remember the name of the girl you just slept with?” said Cori, not sure where she got the nerve.

Colin gave a smile, shaking his head. “Ok, I know when I’m beat. It really was nice meeting you Corinne. I promise I’m a good neighbor.”

“Be neighborly and keep your distance,” said her dad with a smirk.

“Dad,” Cori hissed. “Don’t mind him, he’s just an overprotective dad. And everyone calls me Cori.”

Colin visibly relaxed, walking backwards towards his door. “Cori it is. Talk to you later Cori.” He gave her a little salute and disappeared into his apartment.

“Oh brother,” said her dad, “now I have to worry about that guy.”

Cori laughed. “No you don’t Daddy, I’ll be fine. This is a nice building, don’t worry.”

He pulled her into a warm embrace. “Your mother will call and check on you later.” With that, he made his way down the stairs.

She stared over at 6A’s door. She was still trying to register the gorgeous Welcome Wagon across the hall. Those long muscular legs, defined pecs and a six pack, biceps for days, blonde hair and blue eyes, absolute pure sexiness, and quite evidently a heap of trouble. Her heart fluttered a little. There were lots of reasons to love this new apartment.

She’d given herself the weekend to unpack and get the apartment set up. She was finding it easier each day to look forward. The disappointment of losing her fiancée and being betrayed by her best friend was still there, but she’d managed to push it away. The experience she’d had when she’d flatlined was always at the surface but she’d always had an active imagination and was a romantic at heart. Instead of seeing a light when she passed, she guessed she’d seen a hottie by the ocean. She smiled at the memory, tucked away in her heart. She owed that guy big time, even if he didn’t exist.

She’d run downstairs to throw some boxes in the recycler and met another neighbor, a chatty girl named Cathy who invited her to a party. “It’s so nice out, we’re taking advantage of the rooftop deck. Come and join us, you can meet some more of your new neighbors. Seven o’clock, bring something to share that we can nibble on. Drinks are provided.”

Cori had thought all afternoon about it and decided what the heck, she had to start somewhere. She was still putting clothes away but found her favorite shirt, a pullover with tiny bright flowers on a black background and a deep V neckline trimmed in lace with lace-trimmed bell sleeves and her favorite black capris. She pulled her chestnut curls up into a ponytail and lightly applied makeup, squirting her favorite perfume in the air in front of her and walking through. She slipped on black flats and because she was still unpacking her kitchen, pulled a bottle of wine from a box and headed to the stairs to the roof.

As she opened the door, a warm breeze hit her. She could hear light conversation and laughter, the sun just beginning to set. String lights with Edison bulbs were strung from a large brick chimney that rose from the roof to a canopy set up nearby. Folding chairs and an old couch sat under the lights, along with a long table holding chips, dip and other finger foods. A large cooler sat next to the table.

Cori approached the group slowly. Suddenly she was regretting her decision. It would’ve been so much easier to just order a pizza and finish unpacking.

“Cori!” Cathy from the trash room was waving at her. She shyly walked over to her.

“Everyone, this is Cori. She just moved in to 6C. Please make her welcome!”

Her new neighbors took turns approaching her with warm greetings. One offered to get her a drink, taking the bottle of wine to go with the others. Each introduced themselves with a name and apartment number. They were all ages, and all very friendly.

“I just moved in as well, 4B. It’s nice to meet you,” said a nerdy looking guy in khakis and a button down with glasses. Cori shook his hand.

From behind, she felt a hand on her lower back. She turned and found herself face to face with sexy 6A, her underwear clad neighbor from moving day. At some point he’d gotten dressed – disappointing.

“Hey,” he said with that incredible smile.

“Hey,” she squeaked out.

“Now how didn’t I know you already met Colin,” said Cathy, laughing, and the group chimed in, cajoling Mr. Sexy.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he said, his face turning pink. “Can I help it if I’m friendly?”

“Friendly. Is that what they call it now?” said an older man with a laugh. He patted Colin on the back.

“Colin is our resident Casanova,” said another female resident, probably in her 30s. She gave him a bit of an eye roll and Cori wondered if they had a history.

“We met the day I moved in. He was saying goodbye to his girlfriend.”

There was a moment of silence, followed by raucous laughter.

“Girlfriend, that’s a good one,” the older man said, bending over he was laughing so hard.

Colin chuckled. “Hey, you don’t buy the first shirt you pull from the rack. You gotta try them on first, right? Gotta find the right fit.” There was a collective groan among the other tenants with a few giggles (mostly from the men).

Cori smiled. So he was too good to be true. Nothing that looked that good could be good for you. She’d guessed right.

“Cori, don’t let them get to you. I’m a heckuva nice guy. I look forward to being your neighbor.” He reached down and pulled her hand to him, kissing the back of it. Catcalls came from every direction.

“Don’t drink that Kool Aid Cori, you’ll be sorry.” It was the bitter lady from earlier. Yep, they definitely have a history.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll be a wonderful neighbor,” she said with a smile, and he returned it. Man, was this guy trouble.

She learned everyone’s name and they told her a little about themselves. She shared that she was starting a new job and had moved from her parents’ home, leaving out the part about getting cheated on, stepping into the path of a moving car and being brought back to life in a weird dream by a kiss from a hot guy that doesn’t exist. That might be a bit much for a first intro. Everyone was super friendly and welcoming. She enjoyed some food and chatted with her new neighbors.

“So, tell me about this new job.” Colin plopped down next to her on the couch where she sat. He casually slipped his arm behind her on the cushions.

She stiffened a little and sat forward. “I’ll be the personal assistant to a family friend in the city. Running errands, shopping, and helping her with a book that she’s writing. She also has a foundation so I’ll help her with fundraising events. That’s kind of my specialty.”

She made eye contact with him and was struck by his eyes – so blue. “Well, that sounds great,” he said, sounding only a little interested.

“What do you do?”

“I’m in a band. We play some of the bars here in the city.”

She smiled. Hmm, t-shirt and cargo shorts, Chucks with no socks, spikey hair, eating appetizers with no abandon – yep, definitely a starving musician.

“Cool, are you a cover band?”

“We do play some covers but we do a lot of original songs too. Got discovered by a label but something came up and we lost the chance to audition, but another shot will come along.”

“Wow, must’ve been something big to miss something like an audition for a record label.”

He pulled his arm from behind her and rubbed the back of his neck, the smile leaving his face. “Yeah, it sucked. But I refuse to believe it was our only shot. We’re too good not to get noticed.”

“Well, maybe what you lost with bad luck you can gain with confidence,” she said, a little snarky.

“Exactly! That’s the positive attitude I’m talking about!” He raised his hand to give her a high five and when their hands touched, a shock went through both of them. They both jumped. Cori felt heat flood her neck and face.

“Did I do that?” he said, staring at his hand.

“I don’t know, but if you did, that hand could light up the city,” she laughed.

He rubbed his hand. “What can I say, you turn me on.”

She groaned. “Really? Did you just say that?” They both laughed out loud.

She spent a little while longer, then said her goodbyes and made her way to the stairs. A girl was standing at Colin’s door, knocking and calling for him.

“He’s on the roof,” she said as she passed her.

“Oh,” said the girl, as Cori walked into her apartment.

After pouring herself a glass of wine and grabbing some cheese and crackers, she set about unpacking some more. She’d turned on some background music and was enjoying reminiscing over pictures and albums she was putting away. Things were great until she opened an unmarked album and was suddenly face-to-face with Matthew. Hikes they’d made, college parties, birthdays, nights out with friends – it was all there. She slowly paged through the photos and was overcome with sadness. The tears pooled and fell. She hadn’t healed at all. It was all as fresh as the night before her wedding.

There was a soft knock at her door. Probably chatty Cathy checking up on her. She closed the album and dabbed the tears from her eyes and headed towards the door. She wasn’t up for company so she cleared her throat and said softly, “Who is it?”

There was a pause, then softly, “Hey, it’s Colin.”

Shit. Now was not the time. “Hey Colin, I was headed to bed, can I catch up with you later?”

Another pause. “Uh, yeah, ok. I have something for you – no big deal. Good night.”

She undid all the locks but the chain and pulled the door open enough to peek out. She caught a look at him from behind – those long legs and a perfect round ass in just-right jeans. His hair came down to a little V on his neckline. The sound of the door made him turn. He was holding a cupcake in a blue cup with a daisy icing flower on top. He stepped toward the door and extended the cupcake to her. “For you,” he said with that crooked smile. His voice was deep and smooth as velvet. “I wanted to make sure you were ok after that electric high five.”

She felt like she might melt. His voice was so sexy, and those blue eyes. She couldn’t help it – every time she saw him, it took her breath away.

“Hold on.” She pushed the door closed and undid the chain, re-opening it a little more. She reached out and he came closer, handing her the cupcake.

“Thank you,” she said quietly.

He studied her for a bit. She looked sad, as if maybe she’d been crying.

“You’re welcome. Look, I don’t want you to get the wrong idea about me. I know everyone was joking around up there – well, maybe kind of joking – but I really am a good neighbor. I promise I’ll be on my best behavior. I’ll look out for you. Ok?”

She smiled, one that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Ok. Thank you Colin. I mean it.”

He shook his head and smile broadly. “Good night Cori. I’ll see you around.”

“Good night.”

She went back inside after locking the door, set the cupcake down on the table and walked straight to her bed. She was suddenly exhausted. She was awkward and broken and no fun. The hottest guy she’d ever met was entertaining all kinds of girls across the hall and she probably wouldn’t be one of them. Some fresh start this was.

#chris evans #chris evans angst #chris evans fanfic #chris evans fanfiction #colin shea #colin shea fanfic #colin shea fanfiction #what's your number

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kodzuken-pie · 4 years

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hi hi! i’ve never actually done a request before so i’m sorry if i mess this up but i’ve looked through some of your works and i think there really cool and i just wanted to request some hiroo koji fluff if you don’t mind, i don’t really see him anywhere and u think it would be really cool if someone wrote about him! please and thank you! 💕💕

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[ A/N : Hi hi! I’m so happy to get this request! This is for the Nohebi bitches out there :) ]

Pairing : neighbor!Hiroo x Reader

warnings : a bit of profanity, mention of abuse

Word count : 1,605k words

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He stopped by the door as he heard you and your significant other scream at the top of your lungs. Out of nowhere the door swung open and all he could do was step aside, your significant other stomping out of your apartment. He watched them walk away before looking at you, his facial expression not giving anything away.

“Sorry.” You didn’t know why but you felt the urge to apologize.

“Why are you apologizing? You didn’t do anything wrong did you?” He deadpanned, blinking slowly.

“I guess you’re right. Uhm.. have a good night?” You swallowed dryly, slowly closing your front door.

“Wait.” He stops the door from fully closing. “Do you maybe need some company? I rented a movie and got some snacks.” He raised the plastic bag he was holding in his free hand, giving you a lopsided smile.

You stared at him for a moment, dumbfounded. “Sure?” Your face twisted in question.

“Are you asking me or are you saying yes?” He raised an eyebrow at you, nose wrinkling.

“No, yes. Uhm Just. . . Come in.” You give him a polite smile and open the door wide for him to enter.

He walks in and studies your apartment, setting his backpack down on the floor by your door. You walked with him and looked at his features. His eyes flick to yours and you’re forced to look away, a blush painting your cheeks from embarrassment.

“Make yourself comfortable.” You quickly made your way to the living room and patted the couch. “Did you want anything to drink? I think I have some soda cans, juice and water.” You turn your body to look towards the kitchen.

“I’ll take a can of soda please and thank you.” He walked towards the couch and crouched down in front of your television. “You don’t mind if I put the movie in, do you?”

“Oh no it’s fine, go ahead.” You said as you walked to the kitchen to grab two cans of soda..

You walk back with the cans in your hands, watching him turn the tv on and sit on the couch. For some unknown reason, this all felt very normal. It was like you’ve always hung out with him like this, even though you rarely even spoke to the guy.

“You good?” He peered over his shoulder from where he was seated and you nodded.

“Yeah, I’m good. What movie are we watching?” You walked around the couch and handed him the can, setting yours down on the coffee table before sitting down.

“It’s this movie called Eli. A horror film. I hope you don’t mind.” He opens the can and takes a sip.

“Yeah, I don’t mind. You know what it’s about?” You crossed your legs, head turned to the side to look at him.

“It’s about this kid who has this illness where he's allergic to everything and his parents take him to this house to get treated.” His expression changes for the first time since you first met him.

Whenever you saw him, he would always have this blank expressionless look on his face. This made you aware of him, smiling every time you locked eyes. Surprisingly, he would smile back with the same enthusiasm. You felt something stir inside you yet you put it aside for the sake of your, pretty much sucky relationship.

“Earth to thy neighbor?” He waved his hand in front of your face, snapping you out of your thoughts. “I’m starting the movie. Oh, here.” He hands you a bag of your favorite chips.

“Hey, this is my favorite! How did you know?” You smiled brightly at the stoic man and he shrugged.

“Just a wild guess.” He took out another bag of chips and opened it after he put the soda can on the coffee table, pressing play on the remote control.

The intro to the movie plays and he gets settled on the couch, one chip after another going in his mouth. In a matter of seconds, he is completely submerged into the movie. Your eyes dart from his face to the television, hoping to see his expression change again. You continued to do this throughout the movie up until he poked your cheek and made you look at the screen.

“Stop looking at me, you’re missing the movie.” He sounded amused, like he liked that you were looking at him.

“Yeah, yeah.” You shook your head and finally looked back at the screen, trying to focus on the movie when the door bursts open.

“What the fuck?” Your significant other freezes as they stood in the doorway.

He looks over his shoulder but stays seated next to you, a flash of irritation comes across his face. They stormed into the living room and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him up. Your partner was snarling at him, his other hand balled into a fist so you decided to hold it.

“Get your hands off of me.” They turned their head slightly to look at you, anger apparent in their eyes.

This made you cower and he could tell, now he was getting irritated. You put your hands flat on your lap and stared at them, trying to calm yourself and trying to hold back your tears. Your eyes flick towards his hand and see it curl into a fist, ready to attack. You quickly put your hand on his, shaking your head and his hand relaxes.

“I leave for a little bit and you’re here with this fucker? My friends were right. You totally are banging this guy.” Your lover's voice drops, not even looking at you. “We’re done.” They let your neighbor go and leave out the front door again.

You watch them leave and for some reason, you didn’t know exactly what to feel. Should you have been sad because now you’re single or should you be happy?

“I guess they just weren’t for you.” He straightened his shirt and sighed. “You ok?”

You got taken aback by the question. “I should be asking you that. You two almost got into it.” Looking down at your hands and still feeling shaky.

“I’m only asking because you looked terrified. It was like you were waiting for them to do something.” He says this seriously and you could hear the concern in his voice.

You stared at your hands longer before shaking them. You feel the bruise on back throb, remembering that fight you two had the other night. How his fist felt on your back and it stung. You tilt your head up and your eyes meet his.

“Am I right?” His eyes bore into yours, searching your eyes deeply.

You couldn’t look at anymore. His hand quickly goes up to your cheek, caressing it gently. You feel your heart twist, the tears you so strongly held back flowed freely down your cheek. He continues to glide his thumb over your cheek, wiping your tears.

“They were but I don’t know how to feel.” Your voice was more shaky than you thought. “We’ve been together for so long that even when they hurt me I didn’t want to leave. I didn’t want to be alone. Now we’re over, I don’t even know how to feel.” You clenched on the hem of your shirt, feeling frustrated.

“You don’t have to be alone.” He says this calmly and you look back up at him again.

“What?” Of course you’d be confused.

He puts his other hand on your other cheek. “I’m saying, you don’t have to be alone.” He makes you keep your gaze at him. “I’m right here and I’ll definitely treat you better.”

The confusion immediately dissipates from your face. You just stared at him, not knowing what to do or how to answer. Yes, you already knew that you did in fact like him but isn’t it too soon?

“We don’t have to rush into it. I’m just letting you know, I’m here. Take your time, I’ll wait.” He puts his hands down and smiles at you.

You feel your heart flutter. “Oh, it’s like you read my mind.” Your lips pressed together as if you didn’t mean to say what you said.

“It was written all over your face and besides, you literally just got out of your relationship. I know you’re going to need time and I’ll be here to help you heal every step of the way.” The smile on his face gets softer and you could tell he was sincere with his word.

You return the smile and nod at him, wiping the rest of your tears away. “I trust you then. And until I give you my answer, I hope that you’ll still feel the way you do now.”

“Of course I will. I know I will.” He flicks your forehead and sits back down, patting the space next to him. “Can we continue the movie? It was getting interesting there but we got interrupted so. .”

You giggled at this and sat down next to him. You got comfy on the couch and looked back at the screen, his concentration goes to the movie. Your thoughts linger on him and the future ahead.

You knew that your first mission was to take care of yourself and if he was serious about his declaration then you knew he’d stay. Nowhere in your mind had doubt on his words and you didn’t know why it was like that. All you knew now was that you weren’t alone and that you had someone who you knew would be with you and stay by your side.

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robyndehood · 3 years

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My Son's Story (pt. 1)

DISCLAIMER: I Know it's a bit of a long read, but it's important. Please read. I promise it isn't boring. Thank you!

Hi Everyone,

Intro

This is my first real attempt at Tumblr. Please contact me if anything I post violates a rule or is not considered appropriate. Anything I post, I truly mean no harm nor offense to anyone. But I need to write daily again to regain my gift and share it with the world. I have been working on my version of the "great American novel" for years. As a child, I was well on my way to becoming a successful author, but people had other ideas for my career path - and to put it bluntly - my contribution to society. Writer's block set in and then what was second nature to me - creative writing, became a lost skill. Or maybe a distant memory. Writers know that half the struggle as an artist is the dilemma of our own aspiration towards perfection. But nothing is perfect. It is a social construct and the antithesis of true beauty.

The Ultimate Birthday Gift

So, that said, let's talk about my son. He's three - he's actually turning four in December. He was born on my birthday and has been the greatest gift that I have ever received. I won't pretend that he is perfect or even generally compliant with my directions. But he's loving. He's empathetic. He's brilliant. He's beautiful. And most of all, he is the sweetest person I have ever met.

I am going to go slightly off-topic for a bit; just to paint the full picture. I don't want to ramble and I am definitely a believer that a short and to the point message is almost always far superior to a long and complicated message. But bear with me because this snippet of the backstory is essential. And my son's story is important.

Appalachia

We live in Pittsburgh, part of the Appalachian Mountain Range. There is no other way to say it than the unadulterated, ugly truth of it - Pittsburgh is racist. Very racist. Beyond that, there is a general lack of common courtesy to outsiders, customers of businesses, other patrons in stores, etc. And the rudeness, is actually pretty much unrelated to the racism. It sounds strange and surely, minorities who are on the receiving end of it would certainly assume that racism was the reason why they said "excuse me," "thank you," etc. and about half the time are ignored like they're a ghost. But don't get it twisted - there are many times the aforementioned behaviors by many Pittsburghers IS induced by racism AND a lack of common courtesy and manners. You see, their deep-seated tribalism is indoctrinated into many Pittsburghers so completely from a young age that they know no different. It would be difficult for them to understand this article and I'd bet anyone ten bucks that if enough PIttsburghers read this post - they will attack my analysis of Pittsburghese culture as though the post itself is a blitz on the entire city.

Brown or White?

I am latin and there aren't many latins in Pittsburgh. But when we moved to Pittsburgh when I was in seventh grade, people knew my last name. Summer had just passed and I do get brown. I can get brown very quickly in the right type of sun and I get brown eventually in the sun that exists in cloudy and northern Pittsburgh. In seventh grade, some boys decided it would be funny to call me "estupido," and up until two years ago, I avoided sun exposure that would reveal my "brownness" like the plague.

Subversive, Subconscious, and Secret Racism

So, not long after I started that strategy, I was treated as white. (Side note: latins can be any race; but it seems that societal constructs are seeking to change this long accepted designation and categorize latins as some in between, brown race and not an ethnicity. To be honest, I am ok with that and now proud to be latin.)

The reality of being treated white in Pittsburgh for many years was that I learned what white people actually said when they were only with other whites. The most common thing that was said was one white person mumbling to other white people that someone was a "dumb n******" or a "dumb monkey." I've heard white adults refer to children who were black as "n***lets." But it was always this crocodile smiling through their teeth behavior. They'd never dare say it to a black person. Instead, they'd just indirectly discriminate against them.

I do have to mention that by no means do all Pittsburghers behave this way. It's just too many of them. I don't know the percentage, but if I had to guess I'd say - 50% plus.

Yes, Racism Happens All The Time Even if You Don't See it Happen

Many white people will tell you that racism is gone because they don't ever observe it and Obama was president - a black president. Therefore, everything is now over. I can admit that I have experienced my share of discrimination when my skin darkens. But I had no clue how bad it was for black people out here until my son became the recipient of the ugliness of it all. To me, racists are by definition ignorant cowards; so it makes sense they'd pick on a small boy whose only family is his mother.

Evil Always Starts Slowly

If one reviews history, every evil dictator or regime began slowly chipping away human rights. By the time the citizens realized the dire state of their country, it was too late. Their freedoms were already taken away and mechanisms to fight back had also been methodically erased.

When my son was born - a boy who is half African (his father (if you want to call him that since he is basically not involved) is from Ghana); no issues arose for the first two and a half years. But then the indirect discrimination started. The same rules that applied for white children didn't apply to him. I could give so many examples. But let's just say, as a rambunctious boy, if my son mimicked a white boy's same rambunctious behavior, we were confronted and the white family was not confronted.

One day I made an appointment for my son's hair to get cut at Philip Pelusi. They made the appointment knowing that he was only two and a half. The receptionist let me know that the stylist was a "Grade A Stylist," so I would have to pay more. I was fine with paying more; cool. After the appointment was made, I mentioned to the receptionist that my son was mixed race. We ended the call and I began to get my son ready to leave. Within ten minutes, the salon called back and informed me that they didn't/wouldn't cut my son's "type of hair." I promptly returned the call and explained his hair was curly, that's all. They blatantly lied and told me that the stylist doesn't cut ANY curly hair. Right. So, if a white lady came in with curly hair she would be turned away? I doubt it. Either way, the stylist is "Grade A." She is also licensed to cut hair by the state. Shouldn't a requirement for state licensing require one to know how to cut all "types of hair"?; I saved the recording, by the way, and still have it.

As months progressed, little by little wherever my son and I went in "white areas," we felt hostile vibes. Other incidents occurred that couldn't be proven as racial discrimination, but I knew. Whites behaved as though my son didn't deserve to be around them.

Southern Hospitality

We traveled down south a few times in the past year. Yes, some of the south is very racist still to this day. But not where we drove. Suddenly people responded when we said "excuse me," "thank you," etc. No white families prevented my son from playing with their children. No one told me my son was a nuisance or put out that vibe.

The Lesser of Two Evils?

But we had to come back each time because we live here and I've been working my way out of the projects that I have lived in for four years. Shootings. Open drug use and sales. The smell of crack in the hallways. Infestations in other apartments that come our way no matter what we try. People peeing on the hallway floors. Yes, seriously. Young children being encouraged to bully and beat up other kids. Children stealing or attempting to steal my son's toys because their mothers buy them none. Gamgmembers as young as twelve.

So, I concluded: "yes, we will move, but until then, we only sleep in our apartment and we do not play at the projects' playground." I figured IF I saved a certain number of money since I have a car that I saved for and bought last year, we would make it in our new, chosen city (Tampa or Jacksonville).

But then the racism against my son in the "white playgrounds" became worse. One day he was playing with a five year old boy at an indoor playground. The mother had no issue with it. The father of the boy arrived half an hour in, promptly scooped the boy away from my son, and told his son that he had told him he was not to "play with n*****s." My son couldn't understand why he could no longer play with his new friend and kept calling to him, "friends again!" while sobbing because he thought he had upset the boy. I had to leave with my son because of it.

Another time, a ten-year-old boy taunted my son on an outdoor playground and called him a "dumb monkey." My son first attempted to yell, "I NOT DUMB MONKEY," a few times; but the boy persisted and even smirked in my direction. My son ran to me and asked me to make the boy stop. No parent in sight and again, I just had to leave with my son.

Enough is Enough

Finally, last month or so, my son and I were at our usual laundromat doing laundry. We had finished. My son skipped a few steps in front of me and tried to open the glass door but couldn't push the bar to open it because of his height. He placed (yes, placed..lightly) his foot on the door to try to give it a bit more of a nudge. I was a few seconds behind him so just pushed the door open and we went to our car to load our clean laundry into it. In retrospect, I saw an older white male go next door to the beer store right after we walked out of the laundromar. The beer store employee approached us as I loaded my laundry into my car and then intended to leave.

The beer store employee told me he was getting "reports that kids were kicking glass." He said kids. Plural. And what he said made me envision a bunch of grade school kids kicking around broken glass on the sidewalk or parking lot. I responded calmly that "I have one kid and he's been with me the whole time. He wasn't involved." The beer store employee wanted drama to transpire. It was obvious. He said in a threatening manner: "Just so you know, I have cameras." My son and I exchanged glances because we were confused. What kids? Kids were kicking glass. Where? What glass?

Again though, I calmly responded that my son wasn't involved and he should check his cameras. He told me he was calling the cops. So I got my three-year-old son in his car seat and set a time limit of ten minutes to wait. We weren't running when he didn't do anything. The cops of course showed up about a minute later. It's ridiculous because in our projects (different police department than the laundromat police department), there have been shootings where children were outside playing when several clips were emptied into crowds and the police station is a block away. I know people called and it took an hour for them to arrive on scene.

Long story short, the laundromat cops knew it was a bullshit call. The supposed "kicking glass" was because my son placed his foot on the door to try to open it when we were LEAVING. The police eventually informed us that was the alleged "kicking of glass." There was no kicking that happened. The door wasn't even dirtier, let alone damaged because my son tried to use his foot to open the door. Lightly, by the way.

Even though the police were kind to my son, for the next week, my usual gregarious child was terrified to go anywhere. He eventually told me it was because "the cops will chase me and take me to jail because I bad guy now."

He's over it now. Mostly.

But we still have to pick between the craziness of playing at our aforementioned projects or going to a "white playground" and risking my son being rejected. It's usually a 50/50 shot that he will be rejected. If he gets rejected, he gets very upset.

Again, these are problems we never faced on our travels down the southern eastern seaboard. We didn't get treated like this at the destinations or on the journey by car to and from the destinations.

I knew we were living in an extremely racist and rude area, but one day I found this. It's a map delineating the results of a study conducted by Google and others regarding the level of racism in different parts of the country.

I already knew this much. But it's good to know I'm right that we are in the worst part of the U.S. for racism and the kindness we received traveling to those certain southern states was no illusion. And I did ask locals before I found this map if I was right that people are kinder to all colors in whichever given area.

Not the Worst Thing That Happened But the Last Straw

People talk a lot about Karens these days. This lady looked like she jumped right out of a Karen meme. My son was two feet away from her while we waited in line and she said as obnoxiously as possible: "Can you handle this? Please get him out of MY space." Yeah, I didn't let it go. At all. Her argument was that she said "please" so it's OK to make my son feel like a "this" and not a little boy. I held him while he sobbed. Long story short, I decided right then anywhere has to be better than this.

It isn't me just knowing people are being nasty to my son and I'm upset. He understands. He had an evaluation for something and he tested very well. He cried about each of these incidents. He just wants to make people smile and make friends.

So, next month we are going for it. I'm no where close to the aforementioned goal. I have some savings. We may end up in shelters at first after savings dry up in a few weeks. But we cannot survive up here. Nor can we advance here.

Side Note

I wrote this mostly to inform others of the status quo and reality of racism and the real effects it has on one tiny boy. And I know it will just get worse if we stay since it's this bad already.

But if you anyone knows of any resources to help us get on our feet in a month in Tampa or Jacksonville (Tampa is my first choice, but either one.) I have applied for housing, even though I didn't and don't want to go back to projects; but I'd take one down there over watching my son endure so much pain any day of the week.

Ok, so final part: I'm going to say upfront I feel extremely awkward with this paragraph because this isn't my way (years before my son was born I was homeless for a stint and never sat with a sign or a cup. Just couldn't do it), but for my son, I'm going to drop my cashtag here. Everyone is struggling and I know there are people with much worse problems. I appreciate anyone who has read this far and can help spread the reality of what I wrote about. That's the reason for the article; but if help is received at all because of it, we would be grateful but it's definitely a far second most important reason for the post. Here it goes, for my baby, in case it'll change his life and give us that better foot up, here it is: $RobyndeHood

#black love #blm #race and politics #kids #parenthood #parenting #latinboys #latin women #writers on tumblr #black lives matter #black stories #nonprofit #karens

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judehayward · 4 years

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lady gaga voice slowly fadin in: ju-Das juda-ah-ah… this depressed goblin bastard is honestly my fav male muse like i dnt typically stick w male muses tht long i struggle bt................. i’ve played him the longest of them all n always seem to return to him. jst cnt stay away. way 2 attached to this absurd little man. it’s nai btw!!!! (josefine on the main). launches right in to jude’s intro without further adieu..... (u can also find his playlist here) 🧙‍🎨

「douglas booth & cis-male」⇾ hayward , jude, the senior radcliffe student’s records show that he is a pisces and 23 years old. he is studying ART, living in moris and can be protective, laidback, nonsensical & apathetic. when i see him i am reminded of wearing a faded smiley face sticker on your forehead while receiving a serious lecture, saying “fuck off” to inanimate objects, lead marbles instead of eyes. ⇽「nai & 23 & gmt & she/her.」

he pinterest:

me in the voice of a card magician performing on the street: round up round up pick a pinterest any pinterest!

ta-da it’s aesthetics:

lead marbles instead of eyes, a stolen hearse careening down the wrong lane, wearing a faded smiley face sticker on your forehead while receiving a serious lecture, bags under the eyes that are so big they could pack enough clothes for a three week vacation, a cigarette wobbling from your bottom lip as you squint against the sunlight, passing out on a stranger’s rooftop, placing sunglasses over the eyes of a biology lab skeleton, gangling around the place like shaggy minus his scooby snacks, saying “fuck off” to inanimate objects

about tha Bitch:

born in sheffield in england, bt they went back and forth between there n san fran a lot

jude was an unhappy accident. his parents never rly used protection bc they were super Liberal n Au Naturel n believed in the pull out method bc… they were maniacs. bt then the ONE time they used a condom in an effort to b safety conscious it broke n hence…. jude was born

they just kind of ran w it bc they had such a passionate relationship tht they were like What The Hell…. may as well! itll be fine we’ll learn to be good parents n love him like normal ppl do

spoiler alert: tht didn’t work out

they were ok to him like they weren’t fully Bad bt they just found him to be a massive burden n hindrance to their plans. pretty absent n irresponsible. they literally….. had sex all day every day n acted like a pair of teenagers. it ws a super weird environment for a kid to grow up in bc he literally had no role models or… guidance or…. anything rly. occasionally they’d joke around w him or pretend they properly knew what grade he was going into but for the most part they just Didn’t Care the way parents shd. they lost his birth certificate n dnt remember what they put as his middle name so he’s jst kind of like hmmmm............. n gives himself a diff one every time ppl ask. past variations hv included: jude pauly hayward, jude maureen hayward, jude van winkle hayward. says all of these w a very straight face

despite this he does hv some nice memories w them. usually he definitely sees them fr holidays. frm being rly young their christmas tradition hs been to get a bunch of chinese food like a Banquet Feast n spend all day smoking n drinking into the early hours. perhaps not the healthiest or most responsible bt 😔 jude rly likes it it’s kind of the one time of yr he feels he has a proper family

they r both suuuuper into the arts. rly good sculptors bt they paint too n they actually own a successful gallery in sheffield n san fran

(trauma tw) as a result he grew up around a lot of creative n sometimes pretentious ppl. the friends of his parents were more present in his life than his ACTUAL parents bc they were always jetting off to diff countries to scout out new pieces fr their galleries n just have a gd time in beautiful places without…. the annoyance tht ws being responsible n looking after someone. tbh some of his parents friends were rly damaging too bt….i won’t go into that just yet. it doesn’t rly…need properly explaining bc jude never talks abt it anyway n it….is rather triggering so i’ll jst….leav it for now tbh. basically they just were Not Nice n jude had a lot of bad memories he keeps repressed bt he also??? has some gd ones..... it was a strange environment bt he’s a survivor

(death n grief tw) he hd to do community service bc he kind of… hd a bit of a breakdown before the funeral of his elderly neighbour who bsically raised him bc her kids rly didnt care abt her they jst wanted her inheritance?? so he… stole the hearse w her casket still in it n ws jst like… drivin around the place sort of… tryin nt to cry…..KJJFHSFKJGHKFG i mean. it isnt funny its actually sad bt :/ in a very bizarre n jude way. he gt caught n taken in fr questioning bt her son kind of realised hw… broken up abt her death jude ws n had a heart n didnt press charges. regardless he stil hd to do community service bc it ws like taken seriously even tho it ws his first proper offence. doin it rly exhausted n depressed him so when he wsnt doin tht he ws just hibernatin in his room……. this ws like 4 months ago nw............ just some fun lore fr u all

bc of how he ws raised he has a p cultured taste. he luvs classic lit n p much anything artsy. he can play piano 2 n sometimes gets rly high n thinks he’s mozart level gd at composing he’s jst going fking wild on the keys in a trance...... i mean he’s gd bt… chill

he’s rly sarcastic n so deadpan like he’ll say smthn completely ridiculous bt he’ll say it w his whole chest so sincere.... it’s rly hard to tell when he’s joking or serious honestly. has an overflowing secret sketchbook n if he cares abt someone he’ll probably secretly draw them. does NOT share these drawings w the person he hates being openly sentimental. at heart he is jst a very Sad Boy w lots of repressed issues like depression genuinely just does NAT giv him a single break bt he plasters over this w wise cracks n never discusses his emotions ever. he’s actually p decent or at least tries to b. he’s kind of like tht bit in superbad where michael cera gets rly drunk n makes a toast to women like tht energy...........

he has rly bad insomnia so he like never sleeps idk how he’s Alive straight up. please go to bed sir............. he always has rly sleepy eyes n rubs them tiredly mid conversation. he smokes a lot of weed to try n compensate fr this n make him tired bt he still struggles a lot

ANYWAY that aside he’s at radcliffe doing art, focusing on fine art like painting is............... the thing he luvs most...... his style is kind of.......... taking normal things n painting w surreal colours.... he likes A LOT of colour in his paintings which is kind of a stark contrast to his personality bc his world’s so.... washed out n grey............ lovs art n philosophy n literature n photography n music....

ummMMMMmm honestly idk i’m blankin on what else to say. ull find him smoking weed reading an american classic or gnawing at his thumbnail n getting charcoal smudges on all his clothes. wandering the streets in plaid pj bottoms n dr martens eating frm a cereal box without care in the world. he’s p broody n scruffy n he’s mostly here fr a laidback time....... doesn’t rly like when ppl take themselves too seriously........ likes strange ppl thinks the world is mde richer by them n likes when ppl can jst bounce back jokes at him without being like erm. u dont make sense mate. bc frankly he can come up w some strange stuff sometimes.............. talking to him cn b like navigating a dark n bendy road without a flashlight.......

(drugs tw) once did shrooms n woke up naked in the woods curled up in a pile of leaves. to this day he recounts this as his werewolf transformation. hs no idea hw he ended up there n when ppl r like are u not. concerned jude. tht is so strange? he jst shrugs like.............. dunno....................... suppose i’m jst a werewolf upon occasion. so casual abt it. jst truly does Not care abt most things at all..... almost to the point tht it’s concerning (sometimes way past the point tht it’s concerning too :/)

this is the desc on an aesthetic i mde of his style once n sums it up well!! ‘additionally: too many pairs of trousers, a hideous amount of white t-shirts all somewhat stained with charcoal, a jumper so thinly knit it almost looks sheer, chipped teale nail varnish, a cream corduroy jacket with a cigarette hole singed onto the cuff, vintage wiry reading glasses he almost never wears, a freshly rolled cigarette behind his ear, a thrifted t-shirt with a warped bart simpson wearing a stethoscope with the caption ‘bard knwos cardiology’ and two crops hacked that way with kitchen scissors that he sometimes wears to paint.‘

EXPERT at rolling spliffs like jst. mkes them so precise n neat....... it’s his super power. his fav thing to smoke frm is banana flavour papers.................... linking 2 this he’s like. bad w emotions bt he does try..... once his friend (maggie) ws sad so he brought her a spliff wrapped in grape flavoured paper bc it’s her fav fruit n jst like. wordlessly gave it to her. it’s the thought tht counts.....

PLOTS!!!!!

plays bass in a band which cld b a fun connection to get together??? i picture the music being like surf rock type like........... mac demarco...... bt he also luvs elliott smith n glass animals n the cure n metronomy n neutral milk hotel n talking heads n radiohead n mazzy star n wolf alice...................... idk jst like.... within tht ballpark i suppose i imagine it being................

mayb ppl he shares classes w?????? i’d like someone tht does a similar course n they hang out tgether when it comes to trips fr the module to museums or exhibits or wtever................ they both stand in front of paintings analysing it rly wrong n saying stuff like hmmmmmmmmm....... i do declare i see a, uh..... large phallus protruding from the centre of this image...... moves something in me.......... n some elderly person looking at it besides them is like Ergh. sickened n disgraced. leaves w a brow severely furrowed

someone he smokes w on the moris rooftop late at night when he cnt sleep??? mayb they’re up n cnt sleep either fr whtever reason n it’s become an unspoken kind of ritual where they always clamber out n find each other there n jst wordlessly keep them company

jude is kind of like. protective almost to a fault sometimes........... mayb some guy he’s punched......................... if they hurt someone he cares abt........... typically it wld hv been a girl he ws kind of like. affected by his first relationship bc she had a bad home situation n ever since jst wnts..... to Protect it’s kind of like an automatic instinct ingrained in him nw 😔 all sounds very noble n well bt sometimes it cn b a bit of an escalation i wnt lie

perhaps a few hook-ups??? jude doesn’t tend to sleep w ppl he rly knows bc he just..... likes it to b an impersonal thing doesn’t like getting attached fr various reasons so mayb they only kno each other via this OR mayb he bent his rules a bit..... cld either work seamlessly or hv added drama if one side hs mre feelings or whtever

currently living in moris w 2 roommates bt i’d love some neighbours perhaps..... mayb someone tht lives directly nxt door to his room n is like ://// bc he plays music loud n weeds always drifting frm his window n mking their room smell if theirs is open too................. or mayb they get on..... mayb there’s a rly mean seagull tht lands on a branch n poos on pedestrians n they both commentate on it frm their windows like david attenborough...... they’re like he’s at it again. they’ve named him n everything

HONESTLY anything if u have an idea hmu i’d love 2 hear it.......... rubs my hands tgether in excitement to plot up a storm w u all

#ruhqintro #depression tw #death tw #grief tw #neglect tw #trauma tw #drugs tw

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roadtohadestown · 5 years

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hadestown thoughts n’ things song-by-song

Y’ALL KNOW I SAW HADESTOWN A COUPLE DAYS AGO AND I GOT SOME THINGS TO SAY !!! these aren’t gonna be me fully describing how the songs play out (a couple times yes, but not from start to finish), but are me pointing out little things that i found very memorable or funny or were little “OH SHIT” kinda moments.

(i’ll also be referring to the characters by their actors every now and then)

occasionally i’ll refer to the fates individually by their actual names (clotho, lachesis, atropos); if you don’t know which actresses play who:

yvette -> clotho // kay → lachesis // jewelle -> atropos

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ACT 1

road to hell:

the cast came out all at once and i swear my heart JUMPED when i saw them enter and wave at the audience !!!!

andré came in walking slowly over to his usual spot on stage right. while walking, he was holding the hands of some of the cast who were sitting at the tables.

the fates snapping a sassy look at hermes when he says “three old women all dressed the same.”

introducing orpheus, orpheus is literally a happy ball of sunshine running onstage, holding a red rag and a crate and starts wiping down the tables.

when hermes introduces eurydice, orpheus and eurydice bump into each other at the center of the stage. they stare at one another for the rest of road to hell and it’s so so cute and enchanting. sitting on orchestra left, i was just watching orpheus’s face, so awestruck and in love.

any way the wind blows:

fuck i am so gay for the fates

eurydice’s “anybody got a match ??” and hermes holding out a matchbox to her. she snatches it and says “gimme that.”

eurydice lighting the candle and clotho blowing it out.

lachesis gracing a hand on eurydice’s hair (and i forget at which lyric because my mind is Like That and Forgetful)

come home with me:

eva casually dragging her hand back and forth above the flame, playing with it because she’s not really the focus of the scene and needs something to do while reeve’s busy crumpling a newspaper to make a flower for her

hermes saying, “orpheus......don’t come on too strong”

and orpheus—directly after hearing hermes say that—says to eurydice, “coMe hOmE wITh ME !!!” featuring reeve’s wonky movements that make orpheus seem awkward, which is just plain cute

at one point, he sits on the table beside her

hermes taking the candle from eurydice’s hands and placing it aside on another table. this candle stays lit for a lot of act 1, then is later blown out because we need Metaphors and Symbolism

i love that eurydice crumples up orpheus’s paper flower, then stuffs it in her pocket

wedding song:

damn i love eva and reeve

damn i love this ensemble

damn that flower is red

epic i:

once hermes says “sing it again though” and hands orpheus his guitar, orpheus straps it on. he takes a little moment of silence before he starts singing—like he’s trying to prepare himself first. in that moment, he’s actually just staring at eurydice and smiling because he loves her so much—

livin’ it up on top:

I LOVE THE FATES AND THEIR FANS !!! EVEN THEY’RE SUPER HAPPY THROUGHOUT LIVIN’ IT UP

WHEN PERSEPHONE COMES BACK FROM HADESTOWN, ORPHEUS IS SO GIDDY !!! YOU COULD SEE HIM SMILING LIKE CRAZY AND HE’S A LITTLE JUMPY BECAUSE HE’S SO EXCITED SEPH’S HERE !! HE’S LIKE AN EXCITED LITTLE PUPPY !!! HE WAS SO EAGER TO TAKE HER COAT TOO !!!

orpheus juMP

he was literally throwing a couple silver cups to hermes (who caught them)

there were cute little john and eva moments, with john dancing around her at one point

persephone tried to shove eurydice in with the dancing ensemble to get her to join, but eurydice walked away waving her hands and awkwardly smiling as if saying, “no thanks, i’m not gonna do that,” (but obviously later persephone successfully drags eury into dancing, and she’s wonderful at it)

when hermes said “let the poet bless this round!” ahmad, while holding one of the wine bottles, puts his hands up as if to say “alright, he can do it”

after orpheus gave his speech and they drank from their cups, hermes actually coughed—like the wine was just too much for him asjhsnsj

all i’ve ever known:

persephone’s onstage during the little hermes introduction bit. when he mentions orpheus and eurydice, seph holds out her arms to each of them as he does (as if indicating who’s who) before sitting down at the side to watch the two lovers.

orpheus takes off his apron (finally), revealing him in full with his nifty suspenders 😩💕

when eurydice said “now i wanna hold you too,” she was frantically moving her hands, grabbing different parts of orpheus’s arms

that sex scene was beautiful (IT’S JUST A GRACEFUL INTIMATE DANCE BETWEEN THE TWO AND IT’S PRETTY !! ESPECIALLY WITH THE LIGHTING)

mwah

way down hadestown:

orpheus and eurydice dancing around as everyone sings about hades and hadestown (spoiler: they’re cute)

as hades and persephone descend, smoke comes out of the pit, and the ensemble is leaning in to look down there. ahmad’s in front of all of them—leaning too—but also has his arms outstretched to his sides, keeping everyone else back. they all eventually break apart, and honestly the thing i most remember is just afra with her knees on the table and her hands gripping the edges of the table, too, to peer down into the pit.

gathering storm:

me, watching afra hand eurydice her coat

orpheus takes out his tiny notebook and pencil from his pocket and goes to the side to start writing in it, because he “needs to finish the song”

eurydice clutching her arms as she says “we need food.......we need firewood.....”

“okay, finish it...”

she goes over to orpheus and places a hand on his arm, then leaves

epic ii:

AW HELL YEAH, THEY BROUGHT BACK THE “doubt that she’d ever come, dread that she’d never come, doubt that his lover would ever come back” LYRICS !!

orpheus uses present tense instead of past tense !!! it’s now “he thinks of his wife in the arms of the sun” instead of “he thought of his wife in the arms of the sun” and etc.

chant i:

the workers’ choreo is so mesmerizing. SO MESMERIZING.

reeve sings the la la la’s differently than the broadway preview audio i heard before, and i LOVE how he sings it now. his ending “la la la la la la” leads into the workers’ “low, keep your head, keep your head low” and oh my god i am so in love with that

“is it finished !?” eurydice asks hermes. “not yet,” hermes replies. she asks “is he always like this !?” and he nods.

hermes is now narrating in third-person about how orpheus is ignoring the storm rather than speaking to orpheus directly

i really don’t know how i feel about eva going lower when she sings “harbor me.” in the past she’s went higher; and because i used to hear that all the time, now that she‘s going lower my mind‘s thinking “c’mon, you can go higher !! i know you’re capable of it.” but regardless, eva’s voice is still the most beautiful thing i’ll ever hear 😩💓

the way the fates snatch away eurydice’s backpack and coat is so elegant, yet cool and pitiful

EVA I HOPE YOUR KNEES ARE OK FROM THAT FALL. I KNOW YOU DO IT EVERY NIGHT, BUT STILL.

hey little songbird:

hades casually putting on his shades

patrick’s juicy low notes are to die for

“see how the vipers and vultures surround you” reveals the three fates making their way closer to eurydice

when the chips are down (intro):

the little coin ( / ticket to hadestown ) hades gives eurydice

the way eurydice holds up both the flower and coin in the air as if contemplating which to choose

when the chips are down:

yvette, please step on me

kay, please step on me

jewelle, please step on me

please. step on me.

gone, i’m gone:

shoutout to andré off to the side making all the necessary sound effects.

hermes jingles a coin bag until eurydice comes up and puts her coin (“ticket”) in the bag, indicating she’s boarded the train to hadestown.

cue andré blowing the little flute thing to imitate a train whistle. again, thank u for ur sound effects.

wait for me:

orpheus finally looking up from his tiny notebook with a smile on his face, as if he’s happy that he’s made progress on his song and wants to tell that to eurydice. but when he looks up, he sees hermes from afar instead and (still with an innocent smile) exclaims “mr. hermes !!” before going up to him. (unlike the london production, he doesn’t look around searching for eurydice first before encountering hermes.)

orpheus drops to his knees as he says “no...” during his convo with hermes

the workers shining the lights around like they’re search lights is so COOL

THE FOG !!!

the lights actually swinging over people’s heads in the first row. wow. just,, wow.

FATESFATESFATESI’MSOGAY

THE SET OPENING UP !!! I KNEW IT WAS GONNA HAPPEN, BUT DAMN THAT WAS SO MUCH MORE EPIC IN REAL LIFE

the way reeve jumped off the platform !!! TBH KINDA HOT

i was watching him run along the turntable and it was an awkward little run LOL

“I’M COMING WAIT FOR ME !!!!!” “WAIT” “I HEAR THE WALLS REPEATING !!!” that scene was so GOOD and MUCH MORE INTENSE IRL !!!

i loooOOOVED the way the workers turned their lights at each “WAIT !!”

why we build the wall

the workers retreat to the sides of the stage and hades comes in. they’re so stiff just standing there and singing and i’m like—well fuck.

the saLUTE !!! it’s literally just them putting an index finger up, bUT STILL. FUCK.

eurydice looks around to see everyone saluting, and eventually joins in with them and does it too

the way amber dramatically turns around with her arms swinging about, pauses, then says, “anybody wanna drink?”

ACT 2

our lady of the underground:

“SSSSSSTEP INTO MY OFFICE !!!!” *intensely hip thrusts her way to hell (disregard that she’s already in it—)*

“i got the wind right here in a jar” *grabs her boob and jiggles it*

don’t we just stan amber gray

way down hadestown ii:

andré making the sound of “the pickaxe ringing” by banging a silver cup against the microphone on the stand

eurydice coming through the door and down the stairs. upon seeing the workers, she exclaims, “i’m eurydice !!” with a smile on her face like she’s ready to meet new people, but her smile fades away once she realizes no one’s paying attention to her. “doesn’t anybody hear me?” she asks the fates. and clotho responds, “oh they can hear! but they don’t care,” with a devious smile on her (and the rest of the fates’) face(s). “no one has a name down here.”

the fates proceed to tell eurydice how the workers have all forgotten about their lives before hadestown, and eurydice will turn out just like the rest.

lachesis says, “so what was your name again?” (no response) “see? you’ve already forgotten.”

flowers:

eva’s voice.........SO SAD

how she holds out her hand left hand to the side, as if trying to caress someone’s face who isn’t there.

come home with me ii:

yeah, orpheus comes in from the audience and climbs onto the stage as he says, “come home with me !!” and it’s ADORABLE

he puts his guitar down as he gets onstage (which i’d say is a metaphor for him choosing eurydice over his music)

she leaps into his arms, they embrace each other, and it’s the absolute most sweetest thing ever

papers:

“hades, i know this boy !” (persephone) // “one of the unemployed...” (hades) // “his name is orpheus—!” // “you stay out of this...” // and persephone gives him a look because he just shuts her down, and she knows she can’t do anything about it

as the fates approach orpheus, eurydice extends her arms out trying to protect him

clotho snatching orpheus’s guitar and mischievously examining it

mmmmm look at that fight scene

nothing changes:

ugh, i love that acappella and their voices are SPICY 🔥🔥💯🔥

the way clotho just holds his guitar above him while he’s lying there on the ground, beaten, like she’s teasing him

if it’s true:

eurydice retreating back to the turntable with the other workers, knowing full well there’s nothing she can do, and simply works away like the rest of them

“is this how the world is !? to be beaten and betrayed and then be told that nothing changes—will it always be like this !?” is my favorite

orpheus finally standing and is still in pain from all the workers beating him up

him pointing at each of the workers as he says “i’m asking me...and you and you and you!”

the workers each get up as they sing “we stand and listen” (or is it “we stand with him” ?? whatever, you get what i mean). but orpheus is giving them hope !!! yes !!!

how long:

persephone and hades standing on either side of the pit

they were staring at each other, moving in sync like a mirror; when persephone stepped with her right foot, hades with his left, and so on.

chant ii:

the workers and orpheus slowly rising up from the pit

“is it truuuuue ???” echoing in the back, then hades shouting “it’s the bOY !!”

when the workers say “i can’t look at my brother’s eyes,” afra and ahmad started getting up from the center and refused to make eye contact.

while i am still salty about them cutting persephone’s chant ii verse, i didn’t dislike hades’ new part. i liked it.

as hades shouts, “I CONDUCT THE ELECTRIC CITY !!!!” aLL THE LIGHTS IN THE THEATRE GO OUT AND IT’S WICKED COOL

epic iii:

sitting in my seat was honestly a perfect spot for me. hades was sitting in his stool and his back was to me, so obviously i couldn’t see much of his facial expressions, but it was literally like i was getting hades perspective as he viewed orpheus singing.

the most magical moment in the show tbh

when orpheus first sings “la la la” and hades says “where’d you get that melody ??” he gets up and starts walking towards orpheus like he’s about ready to fight and sue him for plagiarism

but persephone intervenes with a gentle “let him finish hades” before he takes another step. so he backs off.

when orpheus was singing about how hades “saw [persephone] alone there against the sky, it was like she was someone [he’d] always known,” eurydice steps up on the turntable. orpheus is in the center, with persephone and eurydice on either side of him—truly showing the parallels between orpheus and eurydice’s love with that of hades and persephone’s.

hades eventually gets on the center with orpheus, and the platform rises again. when everyone—workers and fates included—surrounds them on the turntable below, singing with orpheus, hades looks around at all of them, angry and confused

at the big “la la la la la la la” moment when everyone joins in with orpheus, the workers each get up in pairs as their side of the turntable finally faces the audience. they step up and remove their hats.

the workers finally make eye contact with one another

REEVE REALLY HITS THAT NOTE. AND IT’S SO BEAUTIFUL.

the way the flower just appears in hades hands after he sings “la la la la la la la...”

you can really SEE persephone crying

lover’s desire:

persephone putting the flower on his vest is so cute

SHE TAKES HIS HANDS

i love hades and persephone ok shut up i’m soft

KIMBERLY PUTTING HER HAND ON AHMAD’S ARM, THEN LOOKING UP AT HIM AND TIMOTHY. JOHN AND AFRA ARE SIDE BY SIDE, HOLDING EACH OTHER AS THEY WATCH HADES AND PERSEPHONE DANCE.

promises:

honestly i don’t remember too much of it visually because i was too busy crying.

i heard “i don’t need a ring for my finger, i just need a steady hand to hold,” and i just started BAWLING

i think i remember she takes his hand when he says “do you let me walk with you” though

“can we go?”

“i don’t know...”

word to the wise:

the fates dancing around hades was just. mmMMM.

his kiss, the riot:

he removes the flower on his vest. (oh, symbolism, we meet again.)

hades is beside hermes as he tells him “let there be one term to be agreed upon...”

wait for me ii (intro):

ah yes. hermes sitting on that stool as it slowly turns around on the turntable.

wait for me ii:

during my show, andré accidentally sang “that is the road to paradise and likewise the path to ruin.” which is alright. we all make mistakes, it’s okay fam 👏

i started crying again once eva and reeve harmonized on “wait for me...i’m coming” and looked at one another

“are we gonna try again?” “it’s time for spring...we’ll try again next fall.” “wait for me?” “i will.”

as orpheus is walking along the turntable, hermes, persephone, eurydice, and the workers are gathered in the center. near the end of the song when they’re all singing “waiiiit for me... i’m comiiiing, waiiiiiit i’m... coming with you” persephone’s holding out the red flower while eurydice has her hand outstretched to orpheus.

EVA JUMP

“I’M COMING WAIT FOR MEEEEEEEEEE I HEAR THE WALLS REPEATING THE FALLIN’ OF OUR FEET AND !! IT SOUNDS LIKE DRUMMIN’ !!!!!!”

it all goes dark as they sing “i’m coming !!!! (coming !!) (coming !!)”

doubt comes in:

IT’S LITERALLY AS GOOD AS YOU’D THINK IT IS

SO OMINOUS AND SPOOKY WITH THE FOG !!!!

eurydice’s following right behind orpheus, but he doesn’t know that. and the doubt and uncertainty on his face is heart-wrenching.

like. the STRESS on his face as he throws both his hands to his head and clutches his hair.

as the scene needs to focus on orpheus and his perspective of feeling alone, the spotlight is taken off of eurydice as she stops walking and lets the turntable turn until her full figure retreats into darkness. the spotlight is fully on orpheus and orpheus alone.

in the dark, three lanterns gradually rise up from the pit. as the fates start singing, their voices are hauntingly beautiful in the scene.

“doubt comes in...the wind is changing...doubt comes in...how cold it’s blowin’...doubt comes in...and meets a stranger walking on a road a l o n e . where is she ?? where is she now ??”

orpheus’s “who am i ?? why am i all alone ?? who do i think i am ? who am i to think that she would follow me into the cold and dark again.”

“orpheus, i’m listening—i’m right here !! and i will be to the end !! and the coldest night of the coldest year comes right before the spring.”

“i used to see the way the world could be...and now the way it is is all i see.”

orpheus’s realism contrasted with eurydice’s optimism just tugs at your heartstrings. orpheus, the once optimistic poet who “could see the way the world could be” no longer has that gift. eurydice, once a realist, has now been given hope that her lover can show her the way.

near the end of the song, the stairs begin to light up, and so does the exit. they’re so close to the surface—they’re almost there. and eurydice is so hopeful. she’s so certain they’ll make it that she doesn’t even doubt for a second that orpheus will turn around. but suddenly you hear a gasp. and you realize in the blink of an eye that orpheus had made a grave mistake. he’s turned around. his eyes are on eurydice, who’s frozen and in tears.

“it’s you...” he utters.

there’s a long silence

“it’s me...” her words are weak. “orpheus...?”

“eurydice...”

eurydice drops to her knees as she quickly descends back to hadestown. orpheus had scrambled his way to the edge of the pit, helplessly on his knees, staring down at where his lover had just been.

road to hell ii:

hermes’ “a’ight” after a long silence just brought me so many emotions. fuck.

as hermes is singing, eventually orpheus gets up and, with no other choice but to push on, continue his way up the stairs (to the surface), slowly and alone.

“‘cause here’s the thing: to know how it ends and still begin to sing it again...as if it might turn out this time...i learned that from a friend of mine.”

“see, orpheus was a poor boy—“ dressed in her act 1 clothes, eurydice reappears onstage saying, “anybody got a match?” hermes is still up front in the center, facing the audience as he holds out a matchbox in his left hand. “but he had a gift to give...” eurydice comes up and takes the box from him, “gimme that.” she sits down on the ground and takes out the candle from her bag, lighting the match, then lighting her candle.

from her pocket, she takes out a red flower and holds it to her face, sniffing it. a soft smile forms on her lips—like there’s some sentiment to this flower that she’s yet to know of—and puts it in her hair.

as the pit comes back up with all the tables and chairs, there’s persephone sitting on one of the tables.

at the end, orpheus returns back onstage with his apron and everything, stopping at one of the steps as he makes eye contact with eurydice. they’re staring at each other, lovestruck, just as they were in the beginning. “we’re gonna sing it again...”

we raise our cups:

persephone and eurydice’s harmonies 💞💓💖💕❤️💞💞

orpheus playing his guitar onstage even though all that shit just happened 😭 i cri

———

miscellaneous things:

act 1 was great, but the moment act 2 started i instantly knew it was gonna be my favorite. in the past when listening to audio, i always preferred to listen to act 1, with only a couple songs from act 2. so i always thought act 1 was my favorite act. but finally seeing hadestown in person, i think act 2 probably takes the cake.

once curtain call started, i was clapping like mad. when we got to the ensemble bowing, my hands were already dead but i was like, “FUCK IT, IF MY HANDS FALL OFF TONIGHT IT WAS WORTH IT BECAUSE I GOTTA APPRECIATE THIS ENTIRE CAST”

#AND THAT’S IT #i’m tired #a couple things may be inaccurate but it’s. fine.#hadestown #hadestown the musical #hadestown broadway #broadway #casu’s ramblings #my shtuff #casu’s hadestown experience

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Sounds Serious

Title: Sounds Serious

Length: 1.7k words

Summary: Richie confesses his love for Stan during a movie night. He tells every member of the Losers Club, except for Stan himself.

Warnings: a lil bit of explicit language, stephen king exists in this fic which is very spooky

Pairings: Stan/Richie, some Ben/Beverly

A/N: Written for the lovely @offputtingoffspring who wanted a stozier drabble out of me! Y’all really like stozier, huh. (that’s ok i do too) also posted on ao3 here

All of the Losers loved Halloween. They did all of the traditions--decorating, carving pumpkins, eating candy apples, and wearing uncomfortable amount of black and orange. While considering themselves much too old to go trick-or-treating, they still dressed up on the actual day, picking someone’s apartment to lay around in and eating a near-horrific amount of candy. The Halloween activities started on October first, and always with a horror movie marathon.

They were well into the marathon now, eight bowls of popcorn deep with five Stephen King movies finished, and it was just a little after two a.m. They’d just finished Misery, all of them still awake except Ben. He’d taken a seat on the couch next to Beverly, Beverly throwing a blanket over both of them, and in his drowsiness, he’d leaned against Beverly’s shoulder. She glanced down at his quiet, peaceful face, unable not to smile. It was impossible not to find Ben Hanscom endearing, all of the Losers agreed, but Beverly was beginning to recognize other things within her feelings for him besides endearment. Comfort, and affection, and maybe, just maybe, the beginnings of love.

All of the soft feelings brought on by looking down at Ben’s sleeping face were interrupted by Richie. He and Stan had crammed themselves into one of the overstuffed armchairs and Richie was stretching, making exaggeratedly loud groaning yawns, throwing his arms and legs out. One of his arms was pressed across Stan’s face, one of his legs thrown completely over Stan’s lap, and once he was fully extended he began to wriggle around under the guise of getting more comfortable. Stan’s expression became more and more deadpan and Beverly was trying hard not to laugh, watching Stan’s annoyance grow as Richie writhed himself against Stan’s body, ending up fully in Stan’s lap.

Stan gave Richie a light rap on the head with his knuckles.

“Are you fucking done?” He asked. Richie tried to tilt his head back to look at Stan, but he was too close, and ended up with his head resting on the crook between Stan’s neck and shoulder, curls splayed across Stan’s neck and the back of the chair.

“Hm? Oh, yeah. I’m fuckin’ peachy.” He declared.

“Oh, good. Good for you.” Stan said, his voice still dry with sarcasm, and a second later he began tickling the life out of Richie, Richie squawking and falling to the floor almost instantly. The group all laughed, Beverly shushing them quickly as Ben shifted against her shoulder.

“Why?” Richie asked, highly dramatic, clutching at Stan’s shirt. Mike was still laughing at them, Stan placing his hands on the sides of Richie’s face. He was leaning in, and Richie’s face went completely slack, looking into Stan’s eyes, all of his joking and dramatics suddenly gone. His expression was completely starstruck and smitten.

Stan’s face was only inches from Richie’s when he stopped and spoke.

“You’re obnoxious.” He answered. Then he let Richie go, grabbing up his empty popcorn bowl and going to the kitchen.

Richie had blushed from the tips of his ears down his chest, sitting heavily on the couch and covering his face with his hands. The room quiet for a moment, the sound of popcorn being popped starting up in the kitchen. Then,

“Jesus, Rich.” It was Eddie, one eyebrow raised. “Could you be any more desperate?”

“Shut up.” Richie grumbled back, rubbing his hands over his face as though trying to get rid of the blush, though when he lifted his head, it was still there.

“Wait, what?” Bill asked. Bill was a bit drowsier than the rest of them--excluding Ben, of course--slumped against Mike with his knees drawn up, looking between Eddie and Richie with confusion. “What do you mean?”

It wasn’t really a surprise that Bill was blind to the almost painfully obvious crush Richie had on Stan. Bill was pretty oblivious with things like that. Beverly expected Richie to just wave the question off, or make something up, but this time Richie splayed his body against the chair with a sigh of longing and desperation.

“Bill.” He said. His voice was grave, but Beverly could tell that at least some of it was Richie’s constantly ongoing need to be just a little too theatrical in an attempt to deflect. “Billy boy. I am so in love with him that I almost hate myself for it.”

“Wait, seriously?”

“Yeah. For like, ever.” Eddie said, while Richie let out a sigh, his head falling back over the arm of the chair so that it was entirely upside down, his hair almost touching the floor.

“Why don’t you say anything?” Beverly asked, and Richie scoffed.

“He’s Stan. He’s not gonna--” He cut himself off to gesture to his body, to his chipped green fingernails, mismatched purple sweatpants, and white t-shirt, the upside down letters on it reading “If You Can Read This, Put Me Back On My Horse”. “Besides, he has some guy in his Intro to Accounting class that he’s been talking to. Which sucks when he tells me about it, but I listen anyway, because I’m a good friend.”

“Maybe he doesn’t like that guy, you know, like that.” Bill’s voice was a bit sympathetic. “He hasn’t told the rest of us about him at all. Maybe he’s just talking to you.”

“Maybe he’s trying to make you jealous.” Eddie proposed. Richie’s face was turning redder the longer he was upside down.

“Well, it’s working. Haven’t you ever heard that quote? About how loving someone that doesn’t love you back is like punching a brick wall? How it doesn’t punch back but it still hurts?”

“You’re reading poetry?” Mike asked, letting out a low whistle. “This is like… Serious, huh?”

“It’s so serious, Mikey. Though the poetry is Ben’s fault.” Richie finally sat back up, the color slowly draining back out of his face. He looked at Beverly with a bit of a grin. “Did you know that he’s kept that scrap of his yearbook? That part that you signed like nine years ago? It’s still in his wallet.”

“Don’t make fun.” Beverly chastised, trying to quiet the flutter the words put in her chest, because she genuinely couldn’t tell if Richie was being serious or not. “Not while he’s not awake to defend himself.”

“I’m so serious!” Richie exclaimed back. “I was shocked when I found out! Like sure, I’m in love with Stan and whatever, but he is so goddamn mushy.”

“So stop being a goddamn coward and tell him!” Beverly said, trying to fight the blush she felt growing on her own face.

“I think he just did.” Mike said, his voice quiet, and Beverly looked over at him in confusion, but Mike wasn’t looking at either of them. He was looking towards the kitchen door, where sure enough, Stan was standing there. He had a large bowl of freshly popped popcorn in his hand, his eyes wide and locked on Richie’s own.

Richie himself looked like he’d just seen a ghost, his face white as a sheet, jumping up from the chair like it was on fire.

“That’s--that’s my cue to fuck off forever, I’ll just--” He started, taking two steps towards the hall when Stan spoke up.

“Wait.”

It was a word, one word, but it worked like a spell; Richie froze in his tracks. He didn’t turn around but he stopped, standing there, Beverly glancing to Stan. His expression was still one of disbelief, but it looked almost pained as well, something in it desperate.

“Richie, look at me. Please.”

Like a man possessed, unable not to, Richie did. He was hunched wincingly, trying not to stand to his full height, like if he tried hard enough he would just disappear.

“Were you serious? About what you said?” Stan asked. His voice had gone quiet.

“I… Yep.” Richie popped the “p”, his eyes on his feet, swinging his hands by his sides. “That’s me. I’m in-fucking-love with you, and if that’s like… Like bad, and weird for you, then that’s fine, I’ll just--”

“Richie.” Stan looked like he was either about to smile, or about to throw up. Beverly couldn’t quite tell which. “Richie, I like you too.”

Richie head snapped up so fast that Beverly wouldn’t have been surprised if he just hurt himself.

“You do?”

“I do. So much, fuck.”

“Are you fucking serious?”

Stan, thankfully, had now begun smiling. “Yeah. Yeah, I am.”

“You are?” Richie was smiling too, his posture straightening, and Stan let out a full laugh. Beverly felt very suddenly like neither of them knew that any of the rest of the Losers were in the room at all.

“How many times do I have to say it, you dumbass?”

Richie laughed too, and the two were just standing there, smiling at each other, when Eddie spoke up.

“Well, Richie? Are you going to fucking kiss him or what?”

Richie flipped Eddie off, but kissed Stan anyway, kissed him with such enthusiasm that the bowl of popcorn fell to the floor with a force that flung kernels everywhere. Stan responded in kind, and Beverly couldn’t help herself, letting out a cheer.

Unfortunately, the cheer was a little too loud, Ben beginning to stir. Beverly cursed under her breath but it was too late, Ben blinking sleepily at her.

“Sorry.” She murmured to him, but he was still heavily disoriented, glancing around blearily. He seemed to realize all at once that he’d fallen asleep on her shoulder, beginning to apologize, trying to scoot away to open up some distance between them, his face a bright and blushing pink.

“It’s okay!” She said quickly, smiling when he didn’t seem to believe her. “Really. It’s okay. You’re all cute when you’re asleep.”

That did absolutely nothing to help the blush on Ben’s face, but the blush was cute too, so Beverly didn’t mind.

“Hey!” Mike exclaimed, while Bill lobbed a pillow, which hit Richie in the back. Stan and Richie were still wrapped up in each other, completely oblivious to the rest of the room and the show that they were putting on. “Come on, guys.”

Richie just held up another middle finger and Stan, who seemed very unwilling to take his arms from around Richie’s neck, simply dragged Richie backwards until the both of them disappeared into the kitchen.

“We might not be seeing them again tonight.” Bill remarked. Beverly found herself nodding along, while Eddie frowned, looking at the popcorn strewn across the living room rug.

“Damn. I really wanted some of that popcorn.”

#stozier #stan uris #richie tozier #stozier fic #it fic #it 2017 #it 2019 #myfic #sorry this is so late!!#my internet has been really awful so i haven't been able to get online more than just scrolling #but I hope you like it!#I had fun writing all the banter #but i always have fun writing the losers club #i love these kids so much

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lightsburnbrite · 6 years

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Such a Thrill: Part 1

Karina impatiently drummed her fingers on the steering wheel as she waited for the gate to open. Inching the car along, once there was enough clearance, she accelerated along the winding driveway until the main house was in view. She parked, turned her phone off, and let herself in through what was still known as the servants quarters and made her way upstairs where she found the list waiting for her:

hair: pulled up at the crown

eyes: black liner and mascara of choice

lips: Dior lacquer stick “Studio”

Agent Provocateur “Haylie” body suit

Christian Louboutin “Gypsy” lace ankle boots

Scanning the vanity, Karina found everything set out for her. She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply before taking a seat and starting the process of getting ready.

***

“Oh, no, that’s ok. You can drive right on to the tarmac.” Karina glanced up from her phone to give the driver more directions.

The uber driver briefly looked back at her. “Really?”

“Yeah.” She put her phone away and started to gather her things. “Not for commercial flights, but we’re going to the private section.”

As they got closer, Karina saw that her parents had waited for her to arrive before boarding. She tipped the driver and handed her suitcase to the crew before moving over to greet her mother and father. After everyone received their customary kisses on the cheek, Karina stepped back and shrugged. “So, where are we going again? I only packed for a weekend.”

“Karina, I swear.” Her mother let out an exasperated sigh. “Your brother and his friends have rented a place in Mallorca. We’re going down to celebrate his birthday.”

Closing her eyes, Karina nodded. “Yeah, ok, I remember now. Sorry.”

While she loved her older brother, she didn’t necessarily love him when he was around his friends. There were more than a handful that played football like he did, but a couple of them were quite a bit more successful than he was. Karina may have pointed that out to him, an intentional jab when they were having an argument, and now he seemed to carry a chip on his shoulder whenever she was in the vicinity of his friends.

A clearing of the throat brought her mind back to the tarmac.

“It’s that job of your’s.” Her father raised an eyebrow with a tone just short of scolding. “We’ve already told you there is no need for you to work while you’re still in school.”

Karina turned, speaking over her shoulder, waved them on. “It’s fine, really. C’mon. Let’s get going.”

Once the plane was in the air and drinks were served, a beer for her father and Prosecco for she and her mother, Karina decided to take a more optimistic view. Mallorca was supposed to be beautiful and she always enjoyed visiting new places. If nothing else, she could hop away for a few minutes and do some exploring on her own.

Less than two and a half hours later, they had landed and were on their way to a house currently being rented by five guys in their early 20’s. “Who knows what we’ll be walking in to,” her mother quipped. “That right there could be an adventure in itself!”

As soon as the car pulled up, Marius stepped outside to meet them. He showed them around the house and took their bags to their rooms.

“So yeah,” Marius smiled. “The rest of the guys are out by the pool, I’ll go do intros in a minute. The chef should be here soon so dinner in…a couple of hours? Um, I guess we could go into town-”

Their mother cut Marius off. “That’s unnecessary, dear. We’ll just get settled and relax until then.”

“I definitely want to see the pool.” Karina was already heading to her room to change.

By the time she made it downstairs, some of the other guys had gathered in the kitchen, apparently restocking their supply of refreshments.

“So this is Jule, uh, Julian and his brother Jannis, there’s Jürgen, and you remember-”

“Oh, god.” Karina mutter louder than she anticipated when the tall brunet walked in from the pool.

Marius paused and shot a look just short of a glare at Karina before continuing. “You remember Leon.”

“Mausi!” Leon mocked as he walked over to Karina and wrapped an arm around her neck. “I know you missed me.”

This time Karina did roll her eyes as she slipped away.

Leon and Marius practically grew up together which meant that he spent a lot of time at their house. Karina liked to annoy them and in return, Leon would tease her. The nickname of “Mausi”, given to her because she was small for her age, still plucked Karina’s nerves.

As she moved a pace back, she noticed something that irritated her even more. Leon was always tall, gangly even, with an unwieldy head of hair. He was awkward and unattractive. The man, two years her senior, that stood in front of her now, was none of that. He was still tall but his body was lean instead of lanky. There was still a coif of curly hair on the very top of his head, but the sides were trimmed short with the rest effortlessly tousled. Even the sharpness of his cheekbones perfectly accented his face.

Karina forced a smile. “Hi, Leon.”

“Going out?” Leon cocked his head in the direction of the pool.

Before she realized it, Karina was allowing herself to be led outside. She paused briefly to take in the entire yard. There was a large seating area off to the left flanked by palm trees while the pool area was more to the right. The infinity edge pool looked out over a body of water, what Karina assumed to be the ocean. There was a waterfall built in to the pool and a glass sided hot tub was on an elevated platform overlooking everything.

Suddenly, she looked back at Leon. “Well this is nice, isn’t it?”

Leon only smiled smugly in response. He casually walked off but was waiting for Karina to slip out of the gauzy tunic she wore over her swim suit.

Jannis and Julian were kicking a ball back and forth across the pool and eventually that turned into Leon practicing headers. Karina had claimed a lounge chair and was watching intently, although her sunglasses hid it well.

Finally, the heat got the best of her. Closing her book, Karina took off her sunglasses and pulled the tunic over her head. She sat for a moment and looked at her feet before she stood and walked to the edge of the pool. The stone slabs burned her feet but Karina walked slowly, she didn’t want to give Leon any more reason to laugh at her.

Using the gently sloping stairs to enter the pool, Karina let her fingertips drag along the surface until she was submerged up to her waist. She continued walking along until the water was up to her chin and only the pushed off so that she was now treading water. Floating on her back for a moment, she took a few lazy strokes until she had just about made a lap around the pool.

Glancing over, Marius was relieved to see that his sister and Leon were no where near each other. When he noticed Karina looking over Leon it wasn’t to bothersome to him. But when Leon started paying more attention to Karina too, Marius decided that just didn’t need to happen. He got out of the pool and went for towel when he heard Karina let out a shriek followed by a fit of laughter. When Marius turned around, he saw Leon standing in the pool with Karina sitting on his shoulders.

“Jule!” Leon called out as he held Karina on his shoulders by her thighs. “Shoulder wars!”

Karina rested her hands on Leon’s head, occasionally smoothing his hair back as she laughed and waited for Jannis to climb on top of his brother’s shoulders.

“We’ve got the winner!” Jürgen slapped Marius on the shoulder as he jumped into the pool as well. Marius stood on the side, watching the initial battle before Jannis was able to tip Karina over backwards. Leon acted quickly to scoop up Karina, one arm behind her shoulders and the other under her legs, as he encouraged her to hold on to his neck. He carried her over to the edge of the pool, lowering her to the ledge. After “rescuing” her from the water, Leon stood next to Karina who continued watching from her seat on the ledge. Unbeknownst to Karina, Leon had seen the glare from Marius and decided not to be so obvious in his attempts to win Karina over.

“How long are you staying?” Leon leaned on one elbow, making like he was scratching his ankle, but it allowed him to brush against her thigh.

Karina looked to her side and smirked, acknowledging the little brush of skin against skin. “I’m heading back tomorrow. I’ll need to go into work on Monday.”

“Yeah?” He moved closer and rested back on both elbows. “What do you do?”

She wanted to laugh. Leon knew her family’s financial situation and that she’d probably never need to work so this really was curiosity on his part. “I work as a…personal assistant…of sorts for a man that lives in Berchtesgaden.”

“Isn’t that right on the border? That’s got to be a horrible commute.” Leon looked past her as if he was visualizing a map in his head.

Karina shrugged. “A little over two hours. But it’s only a couple days a week and I usually stay overnight.”

“Hmm,” was Leon’s only response.

“Marius?” Karina looked up to see her mother standing in the doorway. “There’s a man here who says he’s the chef.”

“I guess that means dinner is going to be ready soon.” Leon turned back to Karina and winked.

Karina went up to her room to shower and change. When she came back, she found the large table on the veranda with eight place settings and alternating jugs of water and what she presumed to be sangria. Off to the side, the man she saw earlier was setting out large plates of fish, something called sobrassada which didn’t appeal to her at all, and another dish that looked like different roasted vegetables topped with a fried egg. In the end, she opted for the tumbet which was essentially a Spanish version of ratatouille, and saffron rice.

“Vegetarian?” Leon walked up behind her.

Karina shook her head. “Not really. Just picky.”

Turning around, she saw that Leon had essentially the same on his plate. “What about you?”

“Some dietary restrictions.” He shrugged. “Where are you sitting?”

After dinner, Marius announced there was a movie screen set up in the yard. There was a large outdoor sofa with a chaise lounge on either end that was large enough for two people to sit comfortably with legs outstretched. Jürgen handed Karina another glass of sangria which she greatly accepted.

“What are we watching?” Karina stood back while some of the others got settled.

Marius answered her as he worked to set the projector up and make sure it was in focus. “It’s called Veronica. One of those based on a true story only not really horror movies. Apparently it’s really good.”

Not typically a fan of horror movies, Karina felt herself frown, “Maybe I’ll sit this one out.”

“Nope.” Karina turned as Leon put his hand on her shoulder and guided her over to the closest chaise. “I might need you to protect me.”

Rolling her eyes, she didn’t offer any resistance and sunk down onto the chaise next to Leon.

Somewhere within the first half of the film, Karina was secretly relieved that Leon had been flirting with her for most of the day. Whenever something frightened her, or even threatened to, she turned her head and pressed her face into Leon’s shoulder. In return, she got a reassuring squeeze. By the end, his arm was draped lazily around her neck and she was resting comfortably against his side.

When the group began to break apart, Leon stood but made no other sign that he was prepared to leave his current location.

Once her brother was out of view, Karina reached out and tugged on Leon’s hand. “Don’t make fun of me, ok?”

“What?” He gave a slight laugh. “What are you talking about?”

Karina scrunched her mouth up. “I don’t want to be alone right now, especially in a house that I don’t know. Would you stay with me for a little bit?”

“You know it was just a movie, right?” Despite his gentle teasing, Leon squeezed her hand and sat back down.

“I know,” she sighed as she picked up his hand and draped his arm back around her. “It’s just I can over think things sometimes and then my mind gets carried away. And…I’ve liked getting to spend time with you.”

“Where have you been?” Leon laughed as her immediate response was to roll her eyes. “No, I’m serious. I’ve missed you.”

Karina shook her head. “I highly doubt that, but I’ve been in Munich.”

“What’s in Munich?” He took a strand of her hair and gently twirled it around his finger.

By now, she had closed her eyes. Whatever lingering anxiety from the movie was replaced by an inexplicable and almost instant security she felt with his arm around her. “School. I’m almost finished, but I like the city so I plan on staying there.”

“I’ll be there too.”

Karina wasn’t sure she heard him right at first. His voice was usually full of confidence, but for once, he was reticent. “What do you mean?”

“New club.” He shrugged. “I’m headed there once I leave here. Maybe you could show me around?”

“Yeah.” She smiled, genuinely this time. Then, without another thought, she leaned in and kissed him.

Once they parted, his smirk returned. “You just kissed me.”

“I did.” She laughed now. “Do you have a problem with that?”

He pouted his lips. “I think your brother might.”

Karina lifted an eyebrow. “And?”

Leon shrugged as he pulled Karina back against him, kissing her this time.

#Leon Goretzka #Such a Thrill

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tevotbegotnaught · 4 years

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"You know the way of the mystic and the way of the artist are very much alike except that the mystic does not have a craft." The craft holds the artist to the world and the mystic goes off through his psyche into the transcendent. You might say that's all right for the mystic but not for any body else. The artist is going to many of the same places, but he is held to the world..."

Joseph and Jean Campbell

Baltimore Left Bank Jazz Society held concerts 5pm-9, Sundays. You’d definitely miss "The Wonderful World of Disney" and the ball game, too. The Famous Ballroom was a floor above Charles Street, next to the Charles Theater, a great beaux-arts movie house, built first as a streetcar barn. The dim interior of Famous gulped photons like a Klingon Warship. Nothing inside looked remotely new, nothing was shabby, either. The faces of the organization ( I learned later about other key members)

were founders Benny Kearse and Vernon Welsh, MCs for the concerts. They always dressed and comported themselves as the Deacons they were (though Brother Vernon discreetly stepped outside for "funny" cigarettes). Each stood behind the microphone and made general announcements. Vernon: a sonorous radio host, Benny: Pentecostal, booming diphthongs.

"Next week, the Greaaaat Jimmy Smith and his quartet. Gee-knee-usss of the Jaaaazz Organ. Jimmy always brings a great band and it’s going to be a ball. Hope you all will come out for that. That’s the final concert for our fall season. Looking forward to seeing you at our Annual Christmas Party and Dance. As always, there are beer and setups at the bar." Setups meant sodas, plastic bowls of ice, and pretzels or chips dipped from large bags. The fifty-cent beer was Tuborg in cans.

"If you’re hungry, we have our own greaaaaat barbecue riiiieet here..chicken...ribs aaaand...is there brisket this week? There is? Ok, there IS brisket. With their world famous ‘Wass-diss-here’ sauce. You can bring some of that sauce home with you, too. And last but not least, Miss Ida...AND HER CAKES!"

Miss Ida was a bone-thin, brown woman, always in a collared dress and wide-brimmed, lace-trimmed hat. She sat behind a folding table covered with velveteen and her collection of frosted layer cakes on pedestal stands. The Deacons introduced her wares with an enthusiasm that made me think they were intimately familiar.

Barbecue was dished out over the stove and packed in paper bags, a piece of squishy white bread between each piece of meat. Their greens sank deep in a swamp of pot-liquor, surrounded by fat globules drawn from smoked meat.

Under streamers of tobacco smoke, showtime passed unannounced. The audience arranged itself at large round tables well-placed across the dance floor. Scratchy Jazz records poured through the PA, while folks enjoyed food and drink. The Deacons took conferences with patrons, smiling and nodding. In between, glancing from their wristwatches to the entrance. Somewhere around 6, Dexter Gordon arrived, taller than I imagined. His walk, a pair of slow-motion jack-knives. Foreshortened tenor case waggling around their hinges. At his side, Rufus Reid, pushing a wheeled bass, his unlit pipe jutting above its neck.

Dexter was a king. His US return galvanized music lovers (and kids like me). CBS signed him and recorded his Village Vanguard sets, a record I had spun endlessly. I loved him with Gene Ammons ("The Chase") and the Blue Notes I knew, but "Homecoming" excited me even more.

Chairs scraped the ancient floor, attendees rumbled and some shouted our hero’s name. A Deacon directed Dexter through a curtain. Rufus put his bass on the stage, then joined the musicians in the green room. From its doorway, suddenly a powerful smell of high-grade marijuana, which diffused through the ballroom, followed by saxophone routines (the first time I heard his sound in person!) then extended silence. A Deacon slipped through the curtain. After another long pause, he returned and the two men huddled near the stage. While they spoke, the trio walked out languidly to prepare their instruments.

The Deacons settled into their starting positions. Vernon donned grapefruit-sized headphones to adjust his reel-to-reel, stage left. Benny waited opposite, on the stage’s gangway, one hand on its railing, paper list of announcements in the other. Long Tall Dexter appeared, swinging his shoulders, getting loose.

Benny barely finished his introduction when everyone stood and roared like New Year’s Eve.

They led-off with "Fried Bananas”. As spirit moved them, folks verbally encouraged and appreciated their hero. When he finished a solo, Dexter squared his heels, tilted the saxophone left until horizontal and pressed it forward, nodding woozily. As our applause faded, he pivoted off his left foot, turned and strode back into the rhythm section. There, he bent stiffly and placed his tenor under the piano lid. Facing away from the audience, with a clean-and-jerk shrug, he raised his pants by the belt. Eddie Gladden looked up, grinning. Dex nodded at him, made a quarter turn, raising an elbow and slowly wiping his nose backhand, then pulled a handkerchief from a jacket pocket and dried his face, eyes tilting up as he folded and replaced the cloth. Then he leaned into the piano’s bow and popped his fingers.

"There comes a time in the life of every tenor player when he must play ‘Body and Soul".

George Cables started the intro, borrowed from Coltrane’s 1960 version. The saxophonist’s sound swung out from the stage, swashbuckling through the melody and into a long solo.

While Dexter played, eyes closed, a woman took measured steps toward the band, fixing on the saxophonist. She wore a long, loose dress and held a small floral bouquet with both hands. As she passed, I heard random, plaintive words, her head bowing in punctuation. In what seemed a planned act, she was proposing to Dexter. Finally stopping at the edge of the chest-high stage, lifting the bouquet and addressing her intended. Dexter’s eyes opened, pupils scanning down toward her rising voice. In shadows at opposite corners of the stage, Deacons waited. Her entreaties continued. The flowers trembled. Dexter looked on, brows spreading. Feral and lightning quick, a hand shot onto the stage towards Dexter’s ankle. He swept back his shoe, pointing its toe. Ducking horn mid-phrase, he took a breath and plunged back in. The Deacons were already at her shoulders, turning her back from the stage. Locked in their grip, she flipped the bouquet over her shoulder. It kissed the lip of the stage and tumbled to the ground. She rocked side to side as the two men ushered her back down the aisle.

Dex played on, head tilted down, horn thrust forward, eyes tracing their recessional. From the back of the room she let out a final cry. Dexter finished his solo soon after. Head lifted, scanning to be sure it was safe, before making his bowing ritual. Near the bar, our bride slumped in a folding chair, rubbing her bare shoulders. In the nimbus of smoke and fluorescent bulbs, exalted by our unreserved love, Dexter shambled on, invincible (with the Deacon’s protection) and immortal.

Now, I know he was already on the downhill side. I’d see him again, further on in that descent, crown askew, voice weakening. That day in Baltimore, he made beauty with inexhaustible strength and everyone on the stage swung their asses off.

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werenskheeyyy · 7 years

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Lazy Day - Zach Werenski (#2)

Imagine #2, let’s gooooo! Zach’s one of my faves so it made me very happy to write this! Enjoy! Much love pals! <3

Word count: 760

Warnings: none! Just fluff!

Request: “Hey! Awesome to meet you! Could you write a zach werenski imagine with lots of fluff? Thanks!” - @brooke5bb

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“BEEP BEEP BEEP”

You rolled over and turned off your eight AM alarm, trying your hardest not to wake your sleeping boyfriend. Zach had gotten in late last night after their game and you knew he needed the sleep. You on the other hand, had a long list of errands to run. Nothing urgent, just picking up basic household things you were almost out of and running to school to pick up some paperwork. You looked down at Zach’s arm wrapped around your waist. “Oh boy” you thought, this was going to be a challenge. You slowly grabbed Zach’s forearm, lifting it and trying to shimmy underneath it to the edge of the bed.

“Oh no you don’t” you heard Zach mumble, his voice muffled by the pillow he had his head buried into.

“Babe, I have some errands to do. I just wanna get them over with” you whined as Zach used his muscular arms to scoop you back into his chest, holding you tighter. “Babeee, come on” you laughed.

“Nope, we’re having a lazy day today. It’s one of my few days off and I want to spend the whole day with you in this apartment.” Zach’s deep, raspy sleepy voice made you melt. You tried to strain against your boyfriend’s arms but there was no way he was going to let you go.

“I guess I’m not winning this one” you muttered as you gave in and curled back up next to Zach. Enjoying the way his body relaxed when you were near.

Zach pressed a kiss to your shoulder, “that’s my girl.”

********

“Zach, can you turn some music on?” you yelled as you mixed together the ingredients for chocolate chip pancakes. It was now noon and Zach insisted that pancakes were a key element for the perfect lazy day. And well, you just really wanted chocolate.

You heard the intro to Chance The Rapper’s “All Night” and immediately started scream singing and dancing. “All night I’ve been drinking all night, I’ve been drinking all night, I’ve been drinking all night hey” you sang as you put the pancake batter onto the stove.

“With those moves you really look like you’ve been drinking” Zach laughed as he walked into the kitchen. He wrapped you into a hug then pulled away, placing his hands on your hips and gently kissing you.

“Mhm, the pancakes are gunna burn” you giggled and turned around to flip them. Zach briefly pouted at the fact that at this moment in time, pancakes were more important than him. He moved to sit down on the other side of the counter, watching you make a fool of yourself.

“Also, you’re just jealous you don’t have my moves” you retorted between lyrics, taking the finished pancakes off the stove and putting them on plates.

“Oh believe me, I definitely don’t want your moves” Zach joked, drowning his pancakes in syrup.

You stuck your tongue out and started eating your pancakes. “Ok, this was a great idea” you admitted.

“See? I told you pancakes are an important way to start off your lazy day” Zach lectured.

“Yea, yea, whatever Mr. Zach.” You rolled your eyes at how cocky your boyfriend was.

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“Ok, what’s on the agenda for the rest of the day?” you questioned after cleaning up the kitchen. Both you and Zach had made your way over to the couch, still poking fun at one another.

“I’m thinking movies and junk food, then take out for dinner?” Zach smiled and looked at you.

“That sounds perfect to me! But it’s only perfect if you pick the right snacks” you warned, snacks were very important to you.

Zach got off the couch and made his way to the kitchen, returning moments later with a handful of assorted snacks. “Ok, we’ve got Oreo’s, salt and vinegar chips, pretzels, gummy bears and some chocolate bars. Oh and lemonade to drink” he explained.

You nodded approvingly, “you chose well Werenski, I’m impressed!” You reached for the Oreo’s and settled back under Zach’s arm.

Zach smirked, “I know my snacks Y/N.” He reached for an Oreo then pressed play on the movie. “Wait, I don’t even know what we’re watching.”

“Oh you’re going to love it” you replied, “it’s one of my favourites!” You smiled as the title came across the screen.

“The Longest Ride? What is this?” Zach protested. “Is this a movie about a boy and a girl falling in love?”

“Not only are you the king of lazy days and snacks, you know your movies too!” you laughed as you leaned over and pressed a kiss to Zach’s jawline. “You can pick the next one!”

“You’re lucky I love you Y/N Y/L/N.” he groaned as he leaned down to kiss your lips, rubbing your cheek with his thumb.

“Hehe, I love you too Zach Werenski. Now focus, this is my favourite movie!”

#zach werenski #nhl #nhl imagines #columbus blue jackets #werenskheeyyy

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cosmosogler · 7 years

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hi guys.

i was gonna start writing on time, but then i got distracted, and then i got sick for a while, so now it is almost exactly 10.

umm... woke up on time. that was cool. even though i had SO MUCH trouble falling asleep last night. going to bed at the same time every night (after meditating even!!!) just doesn’t... work for me, not very well at all.

the lack of sleep also made it very hard to remember what i was dreaming about so i lost that too. i feel like i’m being irresponsible, somehow, for forgetting.

i left for class on time but pedestrians can’t seem to not walk in front of the bus in the middle of the street so it took like 25 minutes to get to the physics building, at which point i barely made it to class in time. but no one showed up for five minutes after that so i guess i was early anyway! a few of us were there... keegan and jennica and i think soham was there too. i have trouble keeping track of people i don’t spend a lot of time talking to.

the professor just kept going and going... even after class was over... more than five minutes overtime. i didn’t have enough time to go to the bathroom before the next class started so i just stood and tried to breathe and felt kind of ill. i asked suzanne if she’d like a copy of my notes since she’s at the funeral. she said yeah. it was nice to have a goal. but the quantum professor was extraordinarily unfocused today. i was actually keeping track of the topic and he would write stuff down and ignore it and never come back to it, or he would write a few things down and then say “forget that” and change the topic or contradict himself. i wrote a few angry notes in with the diagrams and unfinished tables and stuff.

then i called the psychiatrist’s office and verified that they had my information. the scheduling guy told me that my previous doctor had sent 14 pages’ worth of medication history and stuff. i kind of laughed and said “yeah, that sounds about right” and he just hummed. i guess it’s ok he didn’t think it was very funny.

i’ve tried a lot of medications.

then it was time for lab!!! i worked with harrison again today since jennica was teamed up with rebika. in the future i’m going to try to work with someone new every week or two. except taylor, i don’t think we’d get the lab done very efficiently. he decided to work at the front table today, directly in front of me and harrison. and he was also the only person in the room who was standing during the intro. and also moving back and forth every time i tried to lean to see around him. i almost headbutted harrison on accident trying to see around taylor moving further and further to the right.

during lunch i was hangin out with chuck (the supervisor) and jennica and harrison and we were talking about halloween and stuff we used to do as small children. i have... a lot of memories actually? i hate them.

most of them. i don’t have a lot of “definitely good” childhood memories. even really funny ones get kind of overshadowed by “and then i got spat on” or “and then i got pushed into a mud puddle” or “and then i got tied to a soccer goal.” stories about mom or dad are worse.

when we were heading back to the lab to finish the second half i kind of half-smiled and said “oh, yeah, i guess there’s a reason i don’t think about my childhood a lot. i’m kinda sad now.”

harrison gave me an odd look and said “you get sad a lot.”

i thought about it for a minute, trying to figure out how to make a stupid joke or pun, but then i just went with a sharp “...yes.” as in, that is true.

he said “that wasn’t a compliment.”

at the time i laughed and said “i didn’t take it as one” but now that i think about it i’m not sure what he was getting at there.

i mean from my classmates’ perspectives i think i just shared a couple of goofy childhood stories about the time my cousin and i (~2 and ~3, respectively) ran over the christmas tree with the barbie jeep we’d just unwrapped, and then suddenly i was super bummed. that’s pretty weird!

in my head i started thinking about my relationship with my cousin and how weak it is.

that and thinking about my childhood always has a sort of invisible air of dread and foreboding about it. it’s so hard to form positive memories when they are interlaced with getting punted or told i’m retarded! i wonder why!!!

oh and also my heart problem made everything hurt all the time forever. that explains the dread i guess.

after lab i worked on an optional e&m exercise for a while because i have bad time management skills. it did actually help in class though, knowing that i set up the problem almost right, and that the integral at the end wasn’t actually something i could just solve. the professor didn’t do anything weird but i had a lot of trouble figuring out what he wrote on the board when he decided to write on the far wall by the door so i had to look over everyone else in the class’ heads.

after that i went to the office and talked to jennica about what the plan for the evening was. what i wanted to do was goof off for an hour or so and then get to work back at home. what jennica and the others wanted to do was work hard for an hour or so and then goof off at the bar all evening. so i just went home at 4 instead.

guess whooooooo didn’t get any work done tonight!!!!!!!!!!!!!

when i got home i was so tired... i caught up on weekly internet stuff instead. and i finally took care of snoopy’s rabies tag stuff. then i went to the apartment-wide birthday party held for everyone born in september. i was the only one who showed up besides the office people and their friends.

then it started pouring so i ran back home before things got too rowdy in the sky.

after that i just had no energy and i’m not sure where the time went. i made a little dinner but got too sick to keep eating halfway through. i only had one slice of cake and some chips... i didn’t think it was that bad. but i guess it was! i felt crummy all evening.

but like... i don’t know how it’s been 3 hours since dinner. maybe 2 i could understand, but i don’t know where the time went. well, thinking back, i guess 3 makes sense. maybe it’s more surprising how much screwing around i’ve been able to accomplish in only three hours.

i guess sending my notes over to suzanne felt helpful. like, sorry about hounding you about the homework all day every weekend, but here’s some class notes! hope that totally makes up for being super annoying!!

i was on the bus listening to some tunes when the thought popped into my head, “i want to die.” it was confusing and weird and i’m not sure where it came from. it didn’t really come with any of the usual reasoning and in fact i was feeling pretty calm at the time. so my reaction was more of a “what? no i don’t,” than a “yeah i’m stupid, i should.”

but it is still there, so it’s bothersome. i’m seeing the psychiatrist on monday. changing my meds is really risky... not changing them is kinda risky too though honestly. especially considering that i’m just the special kind of person whose brain makes them stop working after a while! an evolving depression supervirus.

i’m dumb, i took it for granted that my meds would just keep working, surely THIS time they won’t mysteriously stop working, as they have for the last five years straight!!

i know i realized a long time ago that i don’t seem to be able to get better. i’m just... like this. i knew that already. but being reminded is kind of a bummer. last time i thought about this i kept going, and the time before that, and the time before that... but a lifetime is a long time to be like this. just to be.

that was probably a really worrying thing to say. sorry. i’ll try to talk to my classmates a little more tomorrow. chip away at the isolation... very slowly...

oh and also tomorrow i’m going to buy a bike! i got my paycheck today. i need to adjust my budget... not sure how i feel about riding a bike on the road, considering the bicyclists i know who’ve gotten hit, but it’s going to be a lot easier on my shoulders i think if i can put my groceries in a basket or something instead.

i don’t really want to sleep. but i’m not makin a lot of headway tonight.

HOLY COW! MY PAYCHECK IS HUGE NOW!!! last time it wasn’t even enough for rent and food every month, but i think i can manage with this now!!!! like i might even manage to build up some emergency savings.

i didn’t stretch today. didn’t get around to it. i will meditate for a few minutes before bed though even though it didn’t help me sleep last night.

it’s very strange. i don’t think about a lot when i go to bed especially after i clear my head a little. i’m just awake, forever. i’ll shift positions every now and then and realize hey, i’m still awake. hasn’t it been a while now?

my life has been a dumpster fire for 25 years straight but at least i can do basic physics velocity labs really well.

that’s the kind of positive thinking i need!!! who cares about all this stuff i can’t do, it’s the little things that count!!!!! my ideas and personality and thoughts are garbage but i can put 2 and 2 together!!!!!!!!!

L̛̙̞̆̔͛̾̿̋ͪͮ ̵ͧ͗ͨ̂҉͕̗̪̳̱̣̮͟ͅȊ̓̓̔̊ͭ̅̑͏̢̨̗͎̙͈̦̪̻̥ ̺̱̩̘̰̯ͭ̏̕T̺̖̭̣̜̺͉͉̯̆ͣͨ͗̋̊ͪ͢ ̷̢͙̪͍͎̥͚́̉͛̅͂͌͆̐̇T̢̘̗̟̰̠͆̄͐ͯ̂ ͦ͂͗ͥͫ́͏̰͇͇̜̯̯̲ͅĻ̸̱̭̣̓̋ͨ͂ͧ͟ͅ ̷̰͕̗͙̪͙̅̉̏̑Ĕ̓̓ͫ̿͘͟҉̻̼ ̛̹͔̗̥̟̗̂̃͢ͅ ̨̲̥̠̟̹̘̪̩̣̐͒ͫ̊̆̃ͩͪT̸̄̌̓̆͐ͣ͛̀͏͔̫̙̤̺ ̛̘̼̋̍̄̐̅̋̚͢ͅH̷̱͎̫̱͇͉͙̥̜ͤ̉̿ ̹̻̮ͯͨͩͅI̡͚̞͎̬̐̑͑̐͐̆͟ ̛̝̯ͥ̓̾͐̔̓N͑͑̾͏̰̗̺́͞ ̸̶̖͙̪̭͑͆͂ͧͩ͊͠G̷̜͍̮̬̦̳̏ͤ̓̈́̂͆͐̀͝ ̧̡̠̖̞̂̊S̨͙̖̩̭̳̟̤ͩͦ̌ͩ̓̚ͅ

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