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golbrocklovely · 23 days ago

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the chosen daughter // colby brock - chapter twenty-six

A/N: sorry for this coming out a little bit later than expected. work kept me extra today. but anyway, i'm so excited for you guys to read these next coming chapters. we are down to the wire yall. there's only gonna be 30 chapters altogether, so only four more left after this one !! finally, after all these years lol lmk what you think and hope you enjoy <3

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taglist: @cvp1dsdead, @samandcolbypost (if you wanna be added, lmk)

trigger warning: cursing, angst, confession, mentions of - blood, bruises, stab wounds, cliff hanger ending

word count: 3574

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"You know, when I got the call to meet up here, I honestly didn't think you'd show." Max spoke, his eyes remaining on the menu in his hands.

I took a deep breath as I sauntered into the dining area, his table the only one in the room. My chair was already pulled out for me, just waiting for me to join him. Part of me regretted doing this, knowing I was going behind everyone's back... but I knew it was right.

Weirdly, even though I didn't like Max, he hadn't lied about himself to me yet. And I had many questions I needed answers to.

"I'm not here to have dinner with you, Max. I told you that on the phone. This is strictly business." I stated, pushing my chair in and sitting, crossing my legs.

He hummed, finally looking up at me. "I don't come to Giuseppe’s for business, so you will be sorely disappointed in what I have to say."

I narrowed my gaze, "And what if I tell you that someone is slandering your name and using you to get to me?"

Max blinked, hiding the curiosity in his eyes. "What do you mean?"

"It's been, what? Two or three months since I last saw you? And yet somehow in that time I've been attacked twice. Both people claiming that you are the one that told them to attack me," I explained, leaning back in my chair. "And not just told them, but manipulated them into doing so."

"That's impossible." Max replied, a light annoyance in his voice.

"I agree. I know your power, you know I know your power. And yet somehow... these individuals have been manipulated by you into hurting me." I repeated.

His face dropped, "If you genuinely believe I would send someone to hurt you, you have me all wrong."

"And funny enough, I actually believe you. But I'm the only one that does." I sighed, chewing on my lip.

He paused, amusement spreading across his face. "Your boyfriend doesn't know you're here, does he?"

I fidgeted with my location bracelet, staring down at it. "No. But I do have a tracker on me so... I suggest not trying anything."

"I have no plans of the sort. Honestly," he held his hands up defensively. "So, what exactly have these attacks been like?"

"Well Mike, you know - the one who's tall and has a bunch of tattoos? Kind of mischievous eyes? He became very nice to me, basically flirted with me, and then drank from me. And only stopped because," I held my breath for a second, weighing the pros and cons of telling him the truth. "I'm not sure. I blacked out."

Max held up his hand, stopping me, "First off, I have no idea what any of your little friends look like, besides Colby. And Tara, since she’s an Elder. And secondly, in no way, shape, or form would I make a guy flirt with you."

"You met everyone when you tried kidnapping me the first time." I responded, my voice monotone.

"I wasn't trying to kidnap you. I was just trying to talk," he huffed. "Also, you honestly think I pay attention to anyone else when you're around?"

I exhaled, "You're going really heavy on the flirtiness, you know."

He politely grinned, "That's just my charm, Jade. But continue. What about the other attack?"

"It was my friend of a couple years. Ronnie. The blonde girl I work with. She's a vampire." I informed him, sipping on some water next to me.

"Yeah, that was pretty obvious. You didn't know?" Max raised an eyebrow.

"No, I didn't. But thanks for giving me the heads up," I smiled bitterly. "I only found out she was one when she tried using her powers on me."

"Did she hurt you?" He questioned, his voice sincere.

I shook my head. "Not really. I'm more hurt that she didn't tell me she was a vampire."

"Just like you didn't tell her you have powers too?" He suggested, tilting his head to the side.

I blinked rapidly, "How do you-"

"Do you not remember our date together? You figured out I have dream manipulation. And while I do believe you are intelligent, I don't think you are *that* smart to figure it out. Especially when I did an excellent job of making Colby believe you and I were together." His eyes snaked over me as he picked up his wine glass and took a swig. "So... what are you? A witch?"

"No. I'm a human. I just... have abilities." I muttered.

"What abilities?" He asked.

I crossed my arms, sitting upright. "I can tell what a vampire's power is. And whatever it is, it won't work on me."

He stayed quiet for a moment, then chuckled softly. "...That explains so much."

I eyed him, "What do you mean?"

"When I tried to make you dream about me, I could feel a resistance. Like a wall I kept hitting. That's why the dream was outlandish. I couldn't force you to dream of something realistic." Max admitted, "I usually try to make them feel as real as possible."

"So you can manipulate people into thinking what they dreamed was real." I replied, glaring at him.

He nodded, "That, and it's fun to see people freak out, thinking they did something when they didn't. Or experienced something that couldn't happen."

"Can you control them outside of the dream?" I pushed.

"No. But if I suggest something in their dream to be true, they'll believe it in real life. Like...." His voice trailed off.

I finished his thought, "Colby thinking I cheated on him with you."

"Exactly. So if those two people, Mike and Ronnie, were actually manipulated into hurting you, it wasn't because of me." He dropped his gaze, a subtle look of concern coming to him, "Unless..."

I leaned in, "Unless what?"

"Nothing. It's just not possible." He cleared his throat, smirking, "So, it must be someone else."

"I know who it is. But you're not gonna like my answer." I responded bitingly. "Rinaldi."

"My brother?" he scoffed. "You think my brother, who's been out of LA for months now, somehow used his powers on your friends to hurt you? Why would he do that?"

I shrugged, "I'm not sure. But he's the one connection in all of this from me to you. He's the strongest vampire I've seen, if not ever. He's the one that could easily make everyone do his bidding. Is it really that impossible to believe?"

"He wouldn't do that to me. He wouldn't drag me into this, if that's what you're implying." Max's voice was sharp, "And if he really wanted you, he would have had you already."

I tried my best to hide the shiver that ran down my spine. Even though I hated admitting it, I knew it was true. "Well, it's the only thing that makes sense. Who else could it be? Another Elder?"

"There's only a small handful that remain. Maybe you should ask Tara." He quipped, staring at me over his wine glass.

"Her abilities wouldn't be able to do this." I argued.

Max rolled his eyes. "So you say."

"Because I know," I emphasized. "Not only that, but the auras don't line up."

"Auras?" He queried.

"Every vampire has an aura when they use their powers," I revealed. "Rinaldi's is red, and both times I was attacked, there was a red aura around Mike and Ronnie, even when they used their powers on me."

He snickered, "You don't think out of the 100s of vampires that just exist in LA alone, there isn't another that could have a red aura?"

I shook my head, "Not this distinct of a red."

"What's mine?" He asked, looking at me innocently.

"Orange." I answered.

"Hmm... So if I use it on someone, you can tell?" He continued.

"Yep." I nodded.

"Interesting." Max leaned in, reaching his hand across the table to me. He lightly stroked the top of my hand, his fingers gliding across my skin softly.

I furrowed my brow at him, "You're not using your powers. You're just holding my hand."

"I never said I was going to." He smiled teasingly.

I yanked my hand away, rolling my eyes at him. "Look, I'm not here for dinner. I'm just here letting you know what I know."

"I appreciate it, but I fear I didn't help you." Max sang.

"You helped me. You solidified the one thing I know to be true: it's Rinaldi." I reiterated, standing up.

He snorted, shrugging, "I think you're wrong."

"And I think I'm the only one that can't be manipulated in this scenario. Which really fucks up his plans." I mumbled to myself, "Whatever they may be..."

"Well, if you find out who's doing this to you, send them my way. I'll make sure they have terrible dreams." His eyes caught mine, "And I'll kill them just for funsies."

I questioned, "And if it ends up being your brother?"

His voice lowered, darkening into a serious tone. "I'll keep my promise."

"I appreciate it. But just so you know, if I find out you're also a part of this..." I whispered, glaring at him, "I'm coming for you too."

He smirked, impressed. "If you can somehow kill my brother, I'll gladly let you kill me. I won't even put up a fight."

I turned away from him, walking out of the dining room. I called over my shoulder, "Don't go easy on me just for my benefit."

I still didn't like Max, but I hoped that he was telling the truth. I think he was, which was the most annoying part in all of this. It was Rinaldi, somewhere in the shadows, hiding in plain sight. He used his powers on Mike and Ronnie and blamed Max so he wouldn't get caught. And Max was either in denial or knew it was him.

Either way, all this time I thought I had two Elders gunning for me. But now I know it was just one. And he was coming for me.

But worst of all... I didn't know why.

~ \/ \/ ~

I stayed in the Trapp Haus apartment, doing my best to get rest. It was hard sleeping, feeling like eyes were on me at all times. Glowing, red eyes... peering at me from the corner of the room.

Leaving Colby's room, I sat on the couch. The club had yet to open, everyone being downstairs. The door to the apartment opened suddenly, my heart skipping a beat. Mike looked up at me awkwardly, my eyes diverting from his instantly.

"You okay?" He mumbled.

I looked back up at him, "What? Y-yeah. I'm alright."

"You look tired." He remarked.

I sighed, rubbing my neck. "That's because I am. What are you doing up here?"

"Gotta get changed into my security fit. I was gonna change out here, but I'll go in the bathroom." Mike replied, walking towards the bathroom door.

I stopped him, "No, you're good. I'll go back in Colby's room."

Before I could stand to leave, he interjected, "Wait, Jade. Can I talk to you for a second?"

"You know, the last time you said that, you tried killing me." I joked dryly.

He huffed, moving closer to me. "Well, I was also under manipulation from an Elder, so cut me some slack please."

I exhaled, sitting back against the couch. "Sure. What's up?"

He stood there, stiff, and then took a deep breath. "I'm just gonna say exactly how I'm feeling, if that’s okay with you."

I murmured, "Okay..."

"The other night you were wrong when you said that I hate you or that I probably wish you were dead. That's not true. Not at all. I.. uh, actually like you." He added, "A lot."

I held my breath, my brain short circuiting from his words. "You. You... like me?"

"Yes. More than I care to admit, clearly. Ever since you came around, it's been hard for me to say it. That's why I've been a total jerk to you all this time," Mike explained. "I'm telling you all of this because I want to apologize for being mean or making you feel lesser than. It wasn't my intention, ever."

"Right..." I exhaled, staring at the ground.

"If it makes you feel any better, when I was a human I was also terrible at expressing how I felt. So, I guess certain habits die hard." He chuckled half-heartedly.

I questioned him, sitting on the edge of my seat. "What do you mean by you 'like' me? Like... as a friend, right?"

His eyes averted mine. He cleared his throat before speaking. "Um, probably a bit more than friends. If I'm honest."

I pursed my lips together, my eyes widening. "Oh."

"It's hard for me to explain. Your blood is very... strong. So strong, in fact, that it makes it hard for me to act normal." Mike sat down across from me, moving his hands a lot as he continued, "The best way I can describe it is this; imagine wanting something so badly. Feeling like on a certain level you need it, that you crave it. You know that if you tried it, you’d be addicted to it. So, you do your best to stay away. To push it away. But it’s still there, all the time. Taunting you. You do your best to fight it, to keep it at an arm's length. But even then, you can’t help but admit to yourself that at the end of the day… you want it. But you will never have it.”

"...That's how you feel for me?" I uttered.

"For your blood, yes. But it also extends to you, too. Your blood makes it hard for me to think sometimes, and I end up taking it out on you." He wrung his hands nervously. Something I had never seen him done before in the year I knew him. Mike was never nervous or anxious. It was an interesting sight to behold.

I stuttered out my response, still processing his words. "I-I don't know what you want me to say."

"You don't have to say anything," he responded, his tone apologetic. "I just wanted to tell you how I'm feeling because I don't want you to think I hate you. I don't hate you. I never have. You just frustrate me because I know I can't have you. Ever. And I'm okay with that. But I think for a long time I wasn't okay... with that, so I took it out on you. And I'm sorry I did."

I swallowed the uncomfortable feeling in my throat, "This is a lot to take in, Mike."

"I know. I don't expect you to accept my apology now. Or ever, for that matter. I know I've hurt your feelings a lot over the past couple months. But I felt like I should tell you all of this before Colby does." He stated, lowering his voice.

I glanced up at him, shocked. "Y-You told Colby?"

"Yeah. It probably wasn't the best decision. That's why his hands were bandaged the other night when Ronnie was here. He basically beat my face to a pulp, and then that's when Kevin called letting us know what happened. His hand hadn't even healed by the time she was brought here." Mike commented, "That's also why I didn't show up to interrogate her."

I chewed on my bottom lip, "That explains why he was extra upset that night. On top of Ronnie attacking me, you confessed you had feelings for me."

"Probably not one of his best days, that's for sure,” he snickered.

I smirked, "No, I'd say not."

We sat there together, quietly; letting his words settle in. The air had been thick with tension, almost unbreathable. But it dissipated as the seconds ticked by. Was it weird that he admitted this to me, after all this time? Sure. Was I upset about it? ...I couldn't say.

At this point, with how crazy my life had become, him confessing his feelings was the least strangest thing to happen to me.

I was the first to speak, standing up slowly. "I'm gonna go back to Colby's room, if you don't have anything else you need to tell me."

He nodded, "Yeah, go ahead."

I hummed, trudging over to Colby's room. Mike called out my name, stopping me. I spun around, glancing at him.

Mike stood tall, his voice sincere. "I truly am sorry for what I've done to you, Jade. Feelings or not, I shouldn't have acted that way. I promise to do better."

My heart fluttered at the softness of his voice. His facade faded slowly, his eyes holding all of his emotions. I nodded, catching his gaze. "I appreciate that, Mike. I'll hold you to it."

He smiled kindly. "I wouldn't want it any other way."

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I dozed off after speaking to Mike, feeling strangely relaxed at the thought of him and I being on good terms. As much as he annoyed me, I didn't want to be angry at him all the time. And putting myself into his shoes, I imagine holding all of that in would drive a person to react that way.

Still, he's a dick. And I won't hold my breath in case he acts up again. But hopefully he was telling the truth, given how honest he sounded.

As I slept deeper and deeper into the night, my dreams abruptly changed from my normal ones to something of a nightmare.

I could feel a panic sink in, my chest pounding against my ribcage. I felt like I was short of breath, my body feeling heavy and stuck as I tried pushing through my dream. I was in a thick fog, everything around me a crimson red. I was off balance, my legs like jello as I walked further and further into this dark abyss. As the abyss morphed around me, It looked more and more familiar but it was hard to picture just where I was. Suddenly the fog cleared, a woman appearing in the center of my vision. She was tied to a throne, beaten and bloody. Her body was limp, her head lulled to the side. I trudged towards her, trying to get to her as fast as I could.

I stepped up to her, brushing her hair out of her face. I gasped, stumbling and falling back onto the ground beneath me hard.

Kat's eyes were swollen from tears, beaten and bruised. She was stabbed in multiple places, her blood soaking her binds. Her eyes ripped open, making direct contact with me. She screamed at the top of her lungs, begging me to help her. Crying my name helplessly.

FIND ME, JADE! HELP ME! SAVE. ME.

I jolted awake, a layer of sweat settled on my skin and clothes. I rushed out of Colby's room, finding Sam and Colby in the living room. They locked eyes with me, following me as I ran out to their car.

Sam drove hastily, running red lights as he took glimpses of me from the corner of his eye. "Are you sure about this, Jade? How do you know that wasn't just a dream?"

I shook my head, "I know what I saw, Sam. Something isn't right. When was the last time you talked to Kat?"

"A day or two ago. But that's not that big of a deal. She wanted some privacy since she accidently used her powers." He replied, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.

"I know that. But you've heard nothing from her since, right?" I queried, trying to catch his gaze.

Sam's voice fell to a whisper, realization hitting him. "Yeah but..."

Colby interrupted, trying to calm us down. "Maybe it's a warning, and not what's currently happening."

"That's all I can hope for. But God... it felt like I was there with her." Images of my dream flashed before my eyes, goosebumps rising on my skin as fear coursed through me.

"Why are you suddenly connected to her?" Sam questioned, looking up at me through the rearview mirror.

My heart squeezed in my chest, "There's a lot of things her and I have never told you guys. Things that we never even discussed ourselves. But if I'm right, I'll have to tell you it all tonight."

I waited with baited breath as we pulled up to her apartment building. Sam typed in the code, having the key to her place already in hand. We raced up the stairs to her door, throwing it open as we unlocked it.

To say the place was trashed was an understatement.

It was obvious that night when Kat used her powers, someone was waiting for her here. Someone knew what she had done, maybe even saw it happen, and knew where she would head to next. Her apartment was torn up, everything thrown about like Kat used anything and everything to defend herself.

My breath shuddered as I glanced towards her room, racing over to see if it was gone.

I glanced down at her books, all scattered about. I searched through them quickly, my breath hitching as I realized what book was missing.

Xiomara's book. It was gone.

Whoever took Kat knows she's related to her. The one that started all of this.

Kat was as good as dead.

<< CHAPTER 25 || CHAPTER 27 >>

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transgenderchainsawman · 1 month ago

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Now I’ve had time to think about it, here’s my thoughts on The Reality War. (Spoilers)

I’m gonna start with the big thing. The cliffhanger. I am about 90% sure Billie Piper won’t be the doctor. Partly because she isn’t credited as so in the credits and because I think that would be a huge mistake. I think she’s there because the doctor was doing something (I can’t remember what) with the time vortex and because rose absorbed it in series 1, it knows her face SO this is either Bad Wolf, the time vortex, or Rose. She won’t be there for a series. Probably for a few specials or maybe an episode but not for a whole series, it just wouldn’t work, just like how it wouldn’t have worked with David tennant doing another full series.

Jodie!!!!! I’m SO happy to see her. Thasmin people are cheering right now and I’m so happy she got to do a scene. Her doctor is probably one of my favourite characterisations for the doctor with how awful she is with vulnerability. She shined in this episode and her face when she was told she never told Yaz she loved her? Heartbreakingly amazing. I’m glad she was brought back instead of David Tennant bc while I love him, she needs to shine. (Also I love that 15 mentioned he was surprised it wasn’t David, he said what we were all thinking lol)

The Rani. Rip Rani you were an icon. It felt a bit unsatisfying when I first watched her die to Omega, I was pretty upset that it was made a bit of a gag and honestly I still am a bit. The whole Omega and Rani part of the story was brushed aside very quickly for me but that might’ve been because the episode was so long so the Rani to no Rani ratio was out of balance. I do think it’s a bit funny that the Rani died from being eaten because in The Mark of the Rani she was defeated and was about to be eaten by a dinosaur (along with the master) at the end of that serial. So I appreciate the comedy of that. Also, her and Mel were lowkey gay in their scenes. Idk why but they were.

Mrs Flood was THE icon. Her referencing the Two Ronnies and dipping out? Her whole vibe? Amazing. I’ll love seeing her again. Personally, I think she’s a possible candidate for The Boss.

Okay I wanna get into a theme that’s been here throughout the new series’ run. Parenthood. Specifically, motherhood. Starting with Donna, who loved her child Rose unconditionally and with strength partly because that’s who she is and because she knows what it’s like to have a judgemental mother (even if she did try to change after Journeys End). And then Ruby and her mother. We see that all the way through series 1 both with her adoptive and birth mum. Then with Belinda, she always talked about her parents and we finally saw her mum in the two finale episodes (not her dad though, which I’ll come back to later). Throughout series 2 there were many mentions of parenthood. With Aliss Fenley being a mum, with Conrad and his parents, Anansi and Abina, SUSAN, and finally Poppy. The whole thing is built on parenthood. There wasn’t a specific reason for this other than rtd saying that his parents made him who he is and that’s kinda sweet that his writing shows that.

The Doctor being a dad. Okay that scene where Poppy disappeared was heartbreaking it really was. With THE SONG in the background too?? Anyone who knows my extensive doctor who obsession knows one of my favourite doctor who themes is I’d Hoped There’d Be Stars. It plays twice in the episode, once in the disappearing Poppy scene. It was a brilliant fit because in the og scene 12 is talking about his death and Bill kinda ish dies but doesn’t. It’s beautiful. And the doctor remembering he’s a dad was amazing. Ncuti does not get enough credit for how actually amazing he is and I’ll always believe that. Him finding out that Poppy wasn’t his kid anymore was played brilliantly. The fact that Poppy’s new dad was just some guy off screen (like Belinda’s dad) was SAD and it worked. The tragedy of the doctor continues I guess. Plus, the time lords now being sterile? It feels important but I don’t know WHY. Maybe something to do with Susan.

I’m thinking Anita’s boss is either Mrs Flood, Susan, The Master (though I doubt it, I just put them there because it was my first thought but they usually are) or Billie Piper somehow. Idk. It’ll be interesting to see what that’s about.

Ruby and Conrad’s scene was actually pretty good. I liked that Conrad couldn’t even comprehend Rose because yeah, felt that. Acted greatly in my opinion. (Also the whole thing with him and the Rani? Made sense but ew.) Ruby was fantastic but I feel like Belinda deserved to shine more. I get it but still, Ruby had her time. However, that did not take away her performance. Brilliant.

Belinda being changed from scared for her parents to scared for her kid? Felt right. I really enjoyed her character but it felt very different to her starting character. I guess that’s what travelling with the doctor gets you.

Anita being there was a LOVELY surprise. I love that she saw the doctor and rogue and was like that one weezer song but gay instead. Made my day. We’ll definitely see more of her I know it. Plus, I loved the doctor regenerating in front of Joy, it was lovely. Plus, his regeneration looked awesome. I do lowkey miss the orange aura tho. Oh well.

I could say more about this episode and I might but it’s midnight and I’ve talked long enough. Basically, I loved the episode on paper. Ish. I enjoyed how it made sense but at the same time, my watching experience was partly ruined because it felt like it had too much exposition and the whole shooting the bone things went on for forever in my head. Really, I just think it could’ve been a three parter or they could have cut down on some of the parts because it felt drawn out and felt a bit static. Still, the themes and the acting and the characters were really enjoyable and I’m looking forward to seeing what the hell is happening.

Bonus: Kate saying that they’re all his kids is so funny to me because fuck, that’s just bullshit 😭

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yusuke-of-valla · 2 months ago

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The thing about watching Operation Overdrive as an adult when it was probably hyperfixation for you as an undiagnosed autistic child (I would always get the DVDs from the library and watch them over and over again I don't know if that counts)

Is that when I was 8 these were cool adults who were clearly mature because they were allowed to play on the pool table, and our grandpa never let us use the pool sticks in case we scratched it, and then as an adult it's like "oh. These are 18-23 year olds. They're fucking stupid."

And Tyzonn is the fucking most of "oh these characters are not as mature as they appeared to me when I was 8" becuase as a child I was convinced that he was like a 1000 year old warrior monk because he talked funny and the flashback in his introduction was kind of grainy so clearly. This meant it was a really long time ago.

So imagine my fucking surprise watching the series again and realizing Tyzonn just had The worst long weekend ever

His team is killed by the Fearcats and he makes it his personal mission to defeat them (he's not like any sort of cop or solider or anything that's not his job)

He follows them to Earth and is wandering a desert until he runs into Moltor

Tyzonn has no fucking clue who this dude is and why he's bothering him, but Moltor breaks the matching bracelet he has with his girlfriend who died like. Yesterday. and Tyzonn gets pissed and they fight and Tyzonn becomes a lizard

Ok so now he has to help this fucking weird dude get some weird map ok. whatever. Except the fucking guys he has to work with won't stop attacking civillians "YO CAN YOU CHILL"

Various things happen involving the map and Tyzonn learns this is the map to the fucking Corona Aurora like one of the most dangerous items in the galaxy and he can't. Let moltor have that even if he would like to not be a lizard please

So he teams up with the Overdrive rangers to find the jewel and gets turned to normal but doesn't join them because he wants to focus on his (self-assigned) mission of destroying the Fearcats (which he decided to do two days ago)

the like next week or whatever. Who knows what he was doing or if he thought through the "follow the fearcats to another planet" thing he runs into the rangers again and divulges his tragic backstory that happened at most a week ago and says he will never put another team in danger after losing the other ones a week ago.

But he eventually does join the team after Ronny makes an impassioned speech and also they save his life.

Presumably he also liked the idea of actually having a house and income because, again, it's unclear how much thought he put into following the terrorists who killed his team to another planet he knows nothing about

The moral of the story is if we're talking Power Rangers characters who are fucking insane you have to include Tyzonn because he hides the fact that he's one of the most unhinged motherfuckers in the franchise with his stupid puppy face

#alto's pr posting #I will never be over this i'm sorry like #as a child tyzonn was the cool badass one and now i'm like #'oh god. You're stupid (affectionate)'#men will literally chase down terrorists to another planet and get turned into a lizard before going to therapy #i love him so much you have to understand

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xx-emowarz-xx · 3 months ago

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Alright I guess it's time for a real pinned post.

Hello, my pronouns are He/Him. I'm a true scene king in that I like Crunkcore and bright colors but also in that my music and aesthetic preferences are sort of a grab bag of goth punk emo and occasionally raver and hip hop shit. I do have raccoon bangs irl thanks for asking.

***disclaimer about the PFP: Ronnie Radke is a very bad man but he's immensely funny (not for the reasons he thinks he is)***

This blog was originally created to run a poll bracket for emo music. I ran 2 (each with 64 songs, first won by I'm not okay by MCR, second won by my Immortal by Evanescence)and then quit my job because My Chem beat Evanescence twice, now I just blog about mostly emo but also goth and punk stuff. We may run a third bracket but honestly the statistics on the second bracket weren't very good so idk if I will. I don't think anything will ever be as good as RPF week so why bother (RPF week was the week I ran the following polls: Good Charlotte v Paramore v BVB ; The Used V FOB ; and SWS V PTV. I reblogged a lot of Kellic and Summer of Like posts and started a vicious rumor about Hayley/Meg Thee Stallion Yuri because I'm a feminist.)

Anyway if you want the third bracket you can put songs in the ask box and if we get to 64 I'll run it. I think we're at 17 rn. MCR and Evanescence are both banned from competing because they won and each band only gets one song per bracket unless I make an exception, but the popular bands mostly already got their two song so I might not. If you don't send me new songs by different artists that's cool I just won't run it and I'll keep posting insane shit

Warnings about this blog:

This is an anti-racist pro-hip-hop blog. 🔫you will listen to Rico Nasty.

I do occasionally get very horny about Black Veil Brides specifically and emo guys who paint like whores more generally. If you don't want to be jump scared by a picture of Andy Beirsack with insane thirst in the tags turn back now.

I'm a sex work and drag type of transsexual and I'm mean about it. I'm a transfag a communist and a punk in that order.

DIY or die. Punk fashion is cheap and easy The End.

This one's important: I listen to and love all types of emo music, (every thing from metalcore to midwest emo to Crunkcore to that old-school weezer type shit). I am NOT a my chemical romance fan (or a P!atD fan). I do not judge MCR fans and occasionally reblog their posts if they are funny, but please keep in mind that you are not talking to someone who defines emo as MCR/FOB/P!atD. I'm infact occasionally hostile to that definition. Emo is punk's very sad son and she inherited his take no shit attitude and his diy fashion. Its not just wearing black and listening to My chem.

Twentyone Pilots will never appear on this blog because they are not emo.

I don't write or read RPF but I believe in their beliefs.

I have a tag called #andy Beirsack gay s/m Dom. This is because I noticed my eye candy wearing hanky code and I realized he doesn't know what hanky code means. If you made a post about hanky code and I tagged it with a rock star you don't like, sorry I just like having the hankies all in one place. If you're a BVB fan and I just called your guy gay, I don't actually think he's gay I'm making fun of him for being clueless and straight. I can show you my fag card if you want.

Ask me about Travis Barker's cloning facility.

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cellythefloshie · 1 month ago

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Do you have any more thoughts on the Mama Bear universe? Because Jermey was the goalie for USA at worlds this year they won gold. I was rereading what you had written for them and it got me curious because what you had written was so sweet. Just how everybody interacted. I forgot the mom’s name but how her friend was a good supports system for her and did not judge her.

Now I might be a little mean for a second. But the way her ex is treating her is not good. I don’t want to be too mean but it would be funny if a situation happened with him and his new fiancé/wife I can’t remember if they are married or not. If they get married and once they get out of their honeymoon phase.

The Mama Bear universe is one I return to probably weekly. @hockeyboysimagines knows how much I love them and often has to hear me rant about Katie and Dottie's friendship. Katie's guilt and sexventures with Jeremy as well as how much I adore Parker as if he were my actual son. I have an unhealthy amount of good documents for them. With that said... Katie's Ex, was never meant to be a nice guy. He is, much like Katie, someone who was thrust into parenthood before they had expected and committed to doing what they thought was right: Getting married and raising their son as a family. But he never grew up in the way Katie was forced to. While she was forced to stay home and raise Parker, he got to start his career and lived his young adult hood ignoring the responsivities she embraced. And in my mind this is what their lie would have looked like before their divorce: Katie would wake up before the rest of the family and start the day by assuring breakfast was made. It would be ready for when Parker and Ronnie got up. When Parker was school age, she would be the one assuring he was ready and taking him to school while Ronnie would enjoy reading the paper and go off to work. Katie would handle all of the house work, even when she was able to start her own career when Parker was old enough for her to find meaningful work. The two of them would struggle in that new dynamic. Katie would feel the weight and burn out of being a working mother, while Ronnie lived his life the same: Wake up, have everything done for him, go for drinks after work with the guys, come how to dinner made and do it all over again except for the weekends when he would send the time golfing and watching Parker play hockey. His money and success in with work would have kick started Parker's passion for hockey, but his lack of accountability, and refusal to "grow up" and become a contributing member of the house hold created distance between Katie and Ronnie. They would argue. He would never accept the blame. Their intimacy became lost, and the affairs started. And finally, when Parker was eighteen and their obligation of being a family was over, they finally divorced. He got to flourish in the divorce, finding happiness in a woman half his age. But, Katie got her freedom, and a decent alimony to aid her in finding her footing in her career. Though, it didn't come without the insecurities we see in Mama Bear and the holiday special. Katie is very much still on a journey of self discovery in the years after her divorce. While I love your idea, it just doesn't work for their story. And the harsh reality is, sometimes in these toxic situations, no matter how bad of a person someone is, they keep "winning". And I think that's the beauty of the conflict here. Ronnie continues to be who he is, but Katie is no longer a prisoner of their loveless marriage and is finally starting to love herself again.

#celly answers

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sebastianthecollectorandcreator · 2 months ago

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The Casagrandes Movie Deep Dive (Part 1)

Before We Begin, Lemme Establish Something. I Definitely Heard About This, But It Kinda Fell Under My Radar For A Few Reasons:

1.I Was At The Lowest Point I Ever Was In Due To A Nasty Falling Out With Some Online Friends (I Since Reconciled With Most Of Them).

2.The Loud House And The Casagrandes Weren't Really Top-Priority For Me At The Time, So I Missed Out On This And No Time To Spy When They Came Out.

3.X-Men 97 Was Coming Out Around The Same Time (Though I Had To Be Convinced To Watch It After Being Burned On Marvel A Year Prior), So That Kinda Ate Up More Of My Attention At The Time.

4.Being Burned On Streaming. Ever Since David Zaslav Removed Shows From HBO Max Like The Fire Nation Did With Airbenders And Other Streaming Services Doing The Same, I Was Kinda Down On Streaming As A Result. There Were Only Two Movies From The Prior Year That I Was Excited To See When They Released On Streaming: Nimona And The Miraculous Ladybug Movie.

Without Further Ado, Let's Get To The Movie:

I Can Definitely See Why She Won Over The Fans...

Don't Tell Anya.

Why Is It That This Fell Under The Radar, (As Well As Transformers One) Yet Moana 2 Made A Billion At The Box Office? Do We Live In Bizarro World Or Something?

Does The BGM Kinda Sound Like "The Middle" By Jimmy Eat World To You?

Same Vibe.

Even If It's Just Cameos, It's Nice To See The Return Of Maybelle, Margarita, And Bobby's Not-Boyfriend Par.

No Amount Of Painkillers And Devil-Worshipping Parents Will Be Enough To Guarantee That Laird Will Survive All This.

Also, Does The Dragon Kinda Look Like Jake Long To You?

It's Nice That The Loud Siblings And Clyde Are Wishing Her Happy Birthday.

Also, Even If We Don't Actually SEE Him (This Time), There Is No Escape From Flip.

Even If It's Not For Long, It's Nice To See Bobby Sing Again One More Time.

I Have A Feeling This'll Come Back In The End Like The Troll Hammer On "Buffy The Vampire Slayer".

Talk About Accidental Foreshadowing On My End. Also, I Feel Like That Hammer Will Eventually Come Back Later.

Even If It's For A Quick Cameo, It's Nice To See Nikki, Sameer, Casey, Laird, And Bruno One More Time.

Also, Did Anyone Catch The Rita Palate-Swap And What Appears To Be Clyde As A Grown Woman?

I Think I'll Name The Latter Clara Or Claudia?

It's Kinda Funny How They Made Mexico All Vibrant While America Is A Barren Wasteland. You Gotta Appreciate The Moments Of Satire The Franchise Does Every Once In A While. That's Not Even Mentioning How The Series Used The Breaking Bad Filter:

"What's All That Wood For"

"The Biggest Bonfire You've Ever Seen"

Just Try Not To Drive Behind That Truck.

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I Feel Like This Will Also Pay Off Later In The Movie.

I Never Expected Them To Bring Back Paco And Paulina Here.

"You Guys Have Been Biz-Zay"

Never Change, Loud House.

Was This Modeled After The Madrigal House By Any Chance?

However Much The Animators Are Getting Paid, It's Not Enough. With The Moments Of Fluid Animation And Impressive Visuals Of Seasons 6-7 Of The Loud House, It's Like They're Getting People Ready For This.

Is Anyone Else Being Reminded Of Happy Gilmore Here?

Run, Run, Run, And Jump, I Can Be A Backpack While You Jump, Swing From A Hairy Vine, I Can Be A Backpack While You Climb.

So We're Doing The Ang Lee Hulk Effect Now?

Do We Expect That There May Be Some Kind Of Connection Between Shara And Punguari?

Is This Supposed To Be An Allegory For Something? Considering That The Show Drip-Fed Hints At Ronnie Anne Possibly Being Bi, Maybe.

Looks Like I Have To End It Here, So To Be Continued...

#the casagrandes movie #the casagrandes #deep dive #ronnie anne santiago #maria santiago #punguari #carl casagrande #cj casagrande #carlota casagrande #carlitos casagrande #bobby santiago #arturo santiago #rosa casagrande #hector casagrande #carlos casagrande #frida puga casagrande #sid chang #sergio casagrande

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toxinoire · 2 years ago

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How do you think the Movie Heathers cast (With Polyheathers + Veronica) Would react to the musical?

Sorry for the late answer anon! My tumblr notifs are usually in a frenzy.

I don't get whether you mean the actor au I made or Movie!Heathers react to the musical so here's both.

Actor!Heather: We absolutely slayed Candy Store.

Actor!Martha: That is a lot of hip movement. You girls just wanted to fluster Ronnie.

Actor!Veronica: And it worked...

Actor!Heather: Blue tho.

Actor!Kurt: You guys will never let us live this down, will you?

Actor!JD: No. Dude, you two are such gentlemen, seeing you guys sing this is just funny.

Actor!Heather: I have it on video.

Actor!Martha: And seeing Heather be mean is also weird.

Actor!Veronica: I know right?

Actor!Heather: She's like, the nicest person ever.

Actor!JD: It was really weird acting like Veronica's love interest, she's my lil bro, that was so weird.

Actor!Veronica: Right? Jason's my big sis, I wanted to puke everytime.

Actor!Ram: You slayed Meant To Be Yours though.

Actor!JD: Thank you, I know.

Director:

Director: How did you all get in my office?

(JD is big sis and Ronnie is lil bro thank you I will be taking no further inquiry on this matter)

~~~~~

Movie!Heather: What the fuck? I'm so energetic there.

Movie!Heather: HEY I'M A BITCH ASS BUT NOT A BITCH BABY!

Movie!Heather: It is so weird seeing me like this.

Movie!Veronica: Yeah it is, this is not Heather. That's a gremlin with the same name.

Movie!Veronica: However, why am I a bitch baby ass in this?

Movie!Heather: We're satire, but this seems more "Satire but add more dramatic bitchiness".

Movie!Heather: At least I have some cheer moves.

Movie!Heather: Never Shut Up Again was actually pretty cool...

Movie!Veronica: Eh, I slayed.

Movie!Heather: Performance wise, appearance wise or literally?

Movie!Veronica: Yes.

#veronica sawyer #heathers the musical #heathers the movie #chansaw #heather chandler #heather duke #heather mcnamara #dukesaw #mcnamawyer #poly!heathersxveronica

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allthistrashtalkmakemeitchin · 7 months ago

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Ghostwriter CH 25

Unbetad Unedited Unhinged || AO3 Wattpad

Character(s): Kendall Knight, James Diamond, Carlos Garcia, Logan Mitchell, Gustavo Rocque, Kelly Wainwright, Mrs. Knight, Katie Knight, Mr. Clark oc, Veronica Clark oc

Pairing(s): Kendall Knight/Original Female Characters, Kendall Knight & James Diamond & Carlos Garcia & Logan Mitchell,

Word Count: 5544

“Look, the album is called All Over Again, so I want this tour to be called All Over The World!” Gustavo slammed his hand on the map and dragged it across.

So far, Big Time Rush logos were plastered across North America, which was only part of the world. Gustavo and Kelly were in the producer's office with cardboard cutouts of the band. Kelly sat at his desk on the phone, the receiver pressing between her face and shoulder.

“Well, Germany won’t return our calls, and Australia won't answer any of our emails!” Kelly exasperatedly slammed the phone down.

For Big Time Rush’s next biggest tour, the planning situation was starting to look like it wasn’t going as the producer thought. The round man ensured that he apologized to Belgium after accidentally saying, “I hate Brussels” instead of “Brussels sprouts.” Unfortunately, team BTR was having more problems than they thought. Then again, this entire thing was extremely short notice since Griffin spontaneously called at midnight to let Gustavo know he wanted the band to tour the globe. The boys stressed their producer out enough as it is, but Griffin was beginning to take their spot of being a top-tier annoyance.

“Gustavo, we have a problem!” Kendall panicked into the office but stopped when he saw the maps all over the room paired with cardboard cutouts with captions in different languages.

“I know.” Gustavo sighed, but that didn’t stop him from riling himself up. “We’re trying to book venues for your All Over the World tour, but the world won’t call us back!”

“Actually, no.” Kendall chuckled awkwardly. “The guys and I got into a huge fight, and they moved out.”

“They moved out?!” Gustavo and Kelly shouted.

“Yeah, funny story.” The blonde clapped his hands together. “Also, Ronnie hasn’t come out of her apartment in a couple of days, so…”

“You need to fix this!” Gustavo shouted, pointing his half-eaten banana at Kendall. “Whatever is going on with you and your friends, and whatever has Ronnie so upset!”

“That’s easier said than done, and I can’t exactly fix a problem if I don’t know what the problem is–”

“Now!” Gustavo was red in the face.

Kendall didn’t stick around to determine how upset the producer could be. The teenager booked it out of Rocque Records in an instant. Whenever Gustavo was upset, no one wanted to stick around for the aftermath. Except for Kelly, he pays her, so it’s probably a lot different. Halfway out the front door, he turned around, took the elevator upstairs, and walked back into the office.

“No. Can you please yell at the guys so that we can live together again?”

“Yes, because I love yelling, and I don’t need this band to break up before our soon-to-be world tour.” Gustavo practically inhaled the last piece of his banana and then promptly spiked the peel on the floor as a weird way to assert dominance.

“Can you please not spike a banana peel?” Kelly massaged her temples. “And pick that up before you slip and throw your back out.”

“Ha! That only happens in cartoons. This is real life.” Gustavo laughed but complied and bent over to pick up the banana peel since this was his office, and he liked to keep it clean most of the time.

But instead of slipping and throwing his back out, there was a loud and grotesque crack when he bent over. The producer was stuck. Kendall and Kelly gasped, their eyes wide and fearful.

“My back!” Gustavo wheezed.

It wasn’t like Kelly wanted this to happen. She was only making an observation and attempting to steer her boss at least away from an unfortunate accident. Of course, throwing his back out because he bent over to pick something up was just something Gustavo would get himself into. The talent scout moved around him and stood next to Kendall. Under any other circumstance, this would have been fine because he could go to the doctor and cancel a rehearsal, but because they were trying to wring enough venues for the upcoming tour, it was less than ideal.

“Oh, this looks bad.” Kelly winced. Kendall grimaced and nodded.

“I can’t move… or yell.” Gustavo sounded breathy, and he was in excruciating pain.

“Maybe it’s not so bad,” Kelly shrugged.

“Yes, it is!” Kendall shouted. “He needs to get to the Palm Woods so he can fix us!” The blonde pointed at the producer. Gustavo held his hand up.

“Kendall, you have to do it yourself. You have to keep this band together.” The man was whispering, and it was honestly terrifying. With all their time together, the blonde swore he never wanted to reencounter a quiet Gustavo. “And Kelly, call Doc Hollywood.”

“You know, I’ve never heard him whisper before.”

“I will destroy all of you.” It wasn’t as threatening when he was whispering, but the sentiment was there. Either way, Kendall ran out of the office to get to the Palm Woods as Kelly scrambled to get to the phone to call the doctor.

After a quick, would-be thirty-minute call to the doctor’s office of Doc Hollywood, Kelly somehow managed to get Gustavo up on a table. It was an impressive feat, but she didn’t have time to pat herself on the back.

“Why am I on this table?” Gustavo groaned. He was utterly terrified. The talent scout filed that away as untapped childhood trauma to be rediscovered later.

“Doc Hollywood said you have to lie flat on a hard surface,” she moved the phone away from her mouth.

“Where is Doc Hollywood?”

“Shooting his reality series.” Kelly deadpanned as she put the phone down. “But he said he’s sending over the best in the business.”

“And that would be me.”

Seemingly, out of nowhere, a balding man with long grey hair in a blue tunic covered in beaded jewelry appeared in the doorway. Gustavo turned his head slightly and tensed up. Oh no. No, no, no. There was no way another guru was going to get in the way of his career again.

“Chantal, alternative healer and spiritual advisor to the stars.” The man pressed his hands together and bowed.

“Absolutely not!” Kelly knew what her boss was thinking. She put the phone down and held her hands up. “No robe-y quacks!”

“That’s what Johnny Depp said until I cursed his halitosis.” Chantal deadpanned. “With my palms.” He added in a weird, mysterious voice.

“Cure me!” Gustavo was desperate. He knew his talent scout was floundering as she tried to find venues for Big Time Rush that weren’t in North America. “I have to get up and get our almost world tour going.” Gustavo tried to move, but he whined in pain.

Chantal dropped his bag and stepped forward. His eyes were wide. It was like he was staring into Gustavo’s soul. It was weird, but the producer couldn’t complain. He needed his back fixed pronto and would do anything or try anything to fix it.

“70% of all ailments are in the mind,” Chantal pointed to his temples. “So, we must trick this mind into getting him off this table.” The man waved his hand over Gustavo’s face and gently moved the table on wheels. Thankfully, the table was on wheels.

Kelly was skeptical, of course. The last time a guru was involved was when Buddha Bob used a monkey pinch on Gustavo, and suddenly, the record producer was no longer angry. Gustavo also lost all of his talent when that happened. It was safe to say that she did not want anything like that happening again, as they were incredibly close to starting their tour. She also had a feeling that this Chantal character would attempt to take over Rocque Records. He seemed like the type of washed-up celebrity to do that.

She wasn’t expecting Chantal to push the table with all his strength and send Gustavo flying out of the room. The only problem was that Gustavo couldn’t get up. The producer screamed, and glass shattered in the hallway. Kelly gasped and held her hand over her mouth. She shot a glare at the older man in the robe.

“Okay, now we know it’s not only in his mind.”

It was as if Chantal purposefully feigned innocence. The talent scout knew that Gustavo would sue him for everything he had once this was over.

Unfortunately, Kelly had to get Gustavo back into the office and back on the table because Chantal had shoved him out of the room. Chantal was no help, not that she expected him to be of any help to her. It was an hour of struggling until she finally got him back on the cold metal table, and it was more of a struggle to push the table back into the room. Just as she thought she could take a break, the phone rang, and she raced over.

“Kelly Wainwright, BTR tour manager.” She picked up the phone with lightning-fast reflexes. Gustavo was groaning in pain as Chantal was waving his hands over the producer again.

“Yes!” Kelly gasped and put the phone down.

“What?” Gustavo tried to crane his neck to see what was going on, but a sickening crack came from him again, and he screamed in agony.

“We are playing Vancouver, Canada, which means BTR’s All Over The World Tour is... On!” She took one of the little pushpins and put one in the Canada providence.

“Yes!” Gustavo moved his arms to celebrate this victory, but his bones made an awful crunching sound again.

“Technically, that’s a North American tour. You need to play another continent for a world tour.” Chantal chimed in. Neither Gustavo nor Kelly were impressed with his input.

“Not helping.” Gustavo wheezed.

“And you need to fix him so he can move again!” Kelly jabbed a finger in Chantal’s direction.

“My record is perfect!” Chantal snapped. “But my positive vibes have never faced such negative blocks before.” He kept moving his hands, trying to fix the man on the table.

“Look,” Kelly pulled the album CD out of a drawer. “Our album is called All Over Again, so do what you’re doing all over again until he’s fixed.”

“Then I will resort to more Western chiropractic methods.”

And the weirdo was back to waving his hands over Gustavo as if that would fix anything by moving “energy” around him. Kelly was beginning to doubt this man's credentials.

“I’ll crack the vertebra, thereby creating a space to let the good vibes in.”

Kelly winced as he rolled Gustavo off the table onto the hardwood floor.

“Okay,” Chantal’s shoulders slumped. “This guy is unhealable.”

“I’m going to be on my back forever.” Gustavo looked like he was… Crying? “With no world tour!”

“Wait, perhaps if Chantal uses an unorthodox method to heal him.”

Gustavo moaned in pain. Kelly watched as the strange man picked up one of the flagged needles off the desk and pressed the pad of his index finger against the metal point.

“No, no, no. No acupuncture!” Kelly shook her head and crossed her arms.

“Actually, I’m the spiritual advisor to Sir Huge Concert Promoter in England,”

Gustavo turned his head. He was intrigued.

“I am simply going to advise him to book a Big Time Rush concert in London.” Chantal took the pin and stuck it where the star on the map was.

“Yes!” Gustavo jumped to his feet. “Holy shit! My back! It’s healed!” He gasped.

Chantal pressed his hands together and bowed.

“And as long as Kendall’s healed the guys’ friendship,” Kelly grinned.

“Big Time Rush is going on a world tour!” Gustavo pumped his fist in the air.

With the help of his younger sister, Kendall somehow managed to bring his friends together one last time to give one of his famous speeches. Of course, he had to manipulate his friends to get them into apartment 2J, but the details didn’t matter because he got them together and made them realize how much they meant to each other. Also, it took them an entire day to realize Battleblast 5, Biohazard, was causing them to fight so much. Logan was obsessed with checking statistics for the game and rubbed it in his friends' faces; Carlos wasn’t a team player and was sharing the items with his friends in the game, which upset James and caused them to fight. The only one who was level-headed about it was Kendall.

Ultimately, Kendall gave the game to his mother because he didn’t want to fight with his friends anymore. The last thing to figure out was how to help Ronnie. It was strange he hadn’t seen her all day. Usually, she tried to stay out of the chaos that the four of them caused, but sometimes, she got sucked into whatever scheme of theirs needed to be cleaned up. Not that he thought she should always be around to clean up their messes, but it was disappointing that she wasn’t around at all.

“So now, maybe you will finally go outside and play?” Mrs. Knight gestured to the open door behind her.

“Mom, we’re not eight.” Kendall scoffed.

“Dust off your passports, cause Big Time Rush’s All Over The World tour is a go!” Gustavo opened his jacket to reveal a black t-shirt with a red and white graphic design of a globe and the word Big Time Rush’s All Over the World Tour on it. Kelly was wearing one, too.

It was more than likely they would be selling these as merch for the tour.

The four boys cheered.

“With tour dates in the United States, Canada, and London!” Kelly added.

“We’re going to England?” The boys gasped.

“And we need to start rehearsal now.” Gustavo waved his hands around.

Mrs. Knight smirked. The guys were playing outside, after all.

“Wait, wait, wait.” Carlos, James, and Logan were halfway out the door when Kendall stopped them. “Where’s Ronnie? Where’s our songwriter? Shouldn’t she know about this too?”

“Right, I haven’t seen her all day.” Carlos scratched his chin.

“Oh! Maybe she’s out with her boyfriend!” Logan suggested.

“Can’t be,” Kendall shook his head. “He hasn’t texted her since last week,”

“And how do you know this?” James narrowed his eyes. “Have you been spying on them? Spying on her?”

“She told me.” Kendall nudged James’ shoulder.

“Okay then? Let’s go see what she’s up to.” Carlos’ eyes lit up. “The last one to the elevator has to ring the doorbell!” The dark-haired boy started running.

“No fair, her dad’s terrifying!” Kendall shouted, running after his friend.

Gustavo, Kelly, and Mrs. Knight moved out of the way of the four of them. It was good to know that they worried about her. Mrs. Knight was a little worried they wouldn’t want anything to do with her on their journey to become famous, but it was sweet that she wasn’t left behind.

Carlos got to the elevator first, and Logan got there last. Kendall was thankful it wasn’t him. He was a little scared of Mr. Clark. It was impossible to tell if the guy could be easily impressed. The blonde also felt like Mr. Clark hated him. It was weird, considering they barely interacted. Of course, delivering the tour news was exciting, but no one stopped to ask Gustavo if she would even be allowed on tour with them. The details could be figured out later. They could all celebrate their hard work and revel in their accomplishments. A world tour was the first step to stardom. From then on, they would all be rich and famous.

It was already late in the day. The guys didn’t anticipate her being in her apartment, but they were hoping someone was home in 3G. Logan rang the doorbell and ushered them all to step back. He didn’t want it to seem weird if they were crowding around the front door. The four waited five minutes, and Logan rang the doorbell again.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Clark opened the door and stared down at the boys. His glasses slid down the bridge of his nose.

“What do you want?”

“Hey, Mister C, is Ronnie home?” Carlos asked with a big, innocent grin.

Mr. Clark furrowed his brows.

“You just missed her. She went out on a date with her boyfriend Curt.” The man shot a glare at Kendall, who tensed up. The boy smiled sheepishly and looked away.

“Oh.” Carlos frowned. “Can you take a message?”

“Can’t you text her?” Mr. Clark asked tiredly. They were interrupting his precious midday nap.

“Well, yes.” James chuckled. “But we thought sharing this information in person would be much better than a simple text.”

“Okay, what is it?” Mr. Clark sighed.

“Big Time Rush is going on their world tour!” The four boys exclaimed excitedly.

Mr. Clark leaned back and blinked twice. That was different from the message he was expecting. Adjusting his glasses, he coughed into his hand.

“If I’m home, I’ll make sure to let her know about this world tour.”

“Thanks,” Logan snapped finger guns awkwardly.

“See you boys.” Mr. Clark closed the door in their faces.

“Okay! Let’s get to rehearsal!” Kendall clapped his hands together, trying to shake off the awkwardness settling in the air.

Ronnie assumed inviting Curt to her apartment would have made him feel better. Tension hung heavy in the air. Her lungs struggled to expand as she unlocked the front door. Her father wasn’t home because he was working late. She wasn’t anxious. She knew something was wrong. There was something that had been off the entire night. Ronnie swallowed audibly and wrung her hands together. She looked at the floor like a guilty little kid.

“What? What’s wrong, now?” There was an edge to Curt’s voice she hadn’t heard before. Her fight or flight kicked in, but she froze. Her head snapped up, and she looked at him with wide eyes.

“Nothing wrong. You’re the one who has been off all evening.”

“Me? I’m the one who’s off?”

“Yes!” Ronnie took a hesitant step back. “You’ve been short with me, and your answers have been cold!”

“I’ve been short with you? Oh, finally, you noticed!” Curt threw his hands up. “This past week, it’s like I’ve been nonexistent to you!”

“I’ve been trying to spend time with you all week,”

“But then, when work calls, you make your getaway.”

“Because my dream is balancing on this second album!” Ronnie snapped. She didn’t like the belligerent tone he’d taken with her. He was talking to her like an annoying child.

“Not everything is about your dream!”

She stared at him with wide, scared eyes—the reality set in almost instantaneously. Curt didn’t know what her dream was. Curt didn’t know why she was in L.A. He didn’t know that her career was balancing precariously on whether Griffin liked the second album. Was she another girl in L.A. to him? Suddenly, the rose-colored glasses came off.

“You change like the wind,” Curt laughed and ran a hand through his hair. “One moment, you’re talking about marriage like some psycho, and the next, you can’t spare me a few moments of your day!” He threw his head back and started laughing hysterically.

“What has gotten into you?” Ronnie’s voice was barely above a whisper.

“Me? What has gotten in me?” The hockey player looked offended. For some reason, he looked a bit like Kendall, with his hair messed up and his suit jacket ruffled. “What matters more to you? Me or your job?”

“You can’t make me choose–”

“No, no. It’s just a simple question.” Curt shook his head.

“If you loved me, you wouldn’t make me choose–”

“Do you love me? Because you spend a lot of fucking time with Kendall,”

“I work with him…” Ronnie took another step back. “What are you implying? Do you think I’m cheating?”

“I don’t have to because you said it!” Curt jabbed a finger at her. “You’re cheating on me with Kendall. I knew it!”

“I’m not cheating on you with him,”

“But you might as well be. I thought I knew you. I thought you weren’t like other girls.”

“I am like other girls.” Ronnie tensed up. “I– I’m normal. I’m like everyone else,”

“That’s what you’re offended by?” Curt deadpanned.

“I think I like Kendall, but I’m not cheating on you!” Ronnie said quickly. She ripped the truth off like a bandage. She covered her mouth, and her eyes widened.

“You think you like Kendall?” Curt’s words were like venom. His eyes darkened. “Oh, for fucks sake grow up! You love him, and you never loved me at all.”

“No–” Ronnie felt like she was breathing through a straw. “I do love you.”

“You can’t love me if you like someone else,” Curt sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“No, but I figured I would stop liking him if I admitted it. That’s how it works, isn’t it?”

“What?” Curt stared blankly at her face. “It’s like I never even knew you at all. That’s your conclusion? Are you a fucking idiot?”

Tears pricked her eyes, and Ronnie balled her hands into fists at her sides. The shame and the anxiety welled the surface, setting her skin ablaze.

“Get out.” Her voice was terrifyingly level and calm.

“You can’t be crying about that.”

“Get out of my apartment, Curt.” Ronnie nudged him to the door. She looked down at her feet, straining to keep her tears in. She shouldn’t fall apart in front of him.

“Seriously?” Curt shuffled towards the door. He was caught off guard by her reaction. He at least expected her to blow up. Instead, it was like she was holding it. “What? You can’t admit you’re a cheater, so your last ditch effort is to kick me out?”

“I didn’t cheat on you, Curt,” Ronnie’s shoulders shook, and her voice cracked. “This wasn’t what I expected, and I guess we didn’t know each other as well as we thought.”

“Veronica–”

“I wanted someone who wanted me, but the only time you’ve shown me you needed me was when I was sick a couple of weeks ago.” Ronnie took a deep breath. “What about when I called and you never answered? What about how ashamed you look in interviews when anyone mentions me?”

“Ronnie, I’m the only guy that could love you.” Curt chuckled and grabbed her shoulders gently. “I’m sorry for shouting at you, baby.”

“I thought I could have hit so many milestones with you and achieved things that other people glorify, but– I don’t– I don’t know why I got my hopes up.”

“Hey, hey, hey.” Curt put his foot in the doorframe. “Wait. You can’t break up with me because I’m breaking up with you!”

“Either way,” Ronnie tried to close the door. “Goodbye…”

“You’ll crawl back to me. I know it!”

The songwriter nudged his foot out of the way and finally closed the door in his face. She pressed her back firmly against the door and sighed heavily. Curt would have been her everything. She counted the days until they were old enough to get married and wondered what their future would look like. The tears gathered in the outer corners of her eyes rolled down her face, leaving cold tear stains in their wake. Her knees buckled, and she crumpled to the ground. Her world was falling apart around her. There was this pain in her chest as though her heart were ripping in half. Wrapping her arms around herself, she wished so badly that her mother could hug her. Was this her fault for getting too attached? Ronnie hadn’t expected him to pull away when she showed she loved him.

The green-haired girl took her shoes off and stood hesitantly from the floor. The lights in the apartment were dim, and her eyesight was blurry from the tears. Her phone was on the kitchen counter. She could only make it to the couch with her heels in her hand when the damn broke for a second time. Ronnie wiped at her face. There was mascara and makeup on her hands. Her eyes burned. Turning all the lights off and crying in the dark would be extremely dramatic, but she didn’t feel like getting up. Like ivy creeping up the side of a brick building, she hoped to sit there on the couch until no one could tell the difference between her and the couch. She didn’t hear the knock on the door over the pounding in her ears. That or she assumed it was a figment of her imagination. No one would come to save her. No one would pick the pieces of porcelain off the floor to help her rebuild. Ronnie didn’t know if she wanted someone to pick up the pieces. All her life, she had picked the pieces up alone. She was used to doing things by herself. Why would this be any different?

The knock at the door came again, followed by a muffled voice. The floodgate had already been opened; try as she might, the songwriter couldn’t force it closed. Ronnie furiously wiped at her face and brushed her hair back. There was no doubt in her mind that her makeup was smeared and running down her face alongside the cold, sticky tear stains. The door opened, and she jumped. It was unlocked. She only closed the door after Curt left. She thought it was Curt for a split second, but instead of clouded blue eyes, she saw worrying swirling within forest green eyes. At a distance, Kendall didn’t notice she was crying and assumed she had woken up from a nap because she was rubbing at her face.

“I know you weren’t there when Griffin stopped by, but Gustavo announced the tour.” He smiled slightly and mimicked James’ jazz hands. “I came by since you weren’t answering my texts,”

“That’s… Great!” Ronnie’s voice broke, and Kendall's smile was wiped off. She sniffled and turned her head away. She couldn’t let him see her like this.

The blonde’s heart dropped. It sank to the bottom of Kendall’s stomach like a stone in a pond. Her tears were like a slow and simple melody that broke his heart. Had it been building up to this all week? Had he done something wrong? Kendall swallowed thickly and closed the door. He crossed the space between the front door and the couch with ease.

“Ronnie…”

He knelt in front of her. Her hair curled her face, and she was hiding in her hands. The rapid beating in her ears got louder as she held her breath. It wasn’t fair for him to see her like this. They worked together. He didn’t want to be friends with her in the first place. Hesitantly, he touched her hand. He wasn’t sure if she would lash out at him. Ronnie was frozen like a statue. What would he say if he saw her? What would he do? She could already hear his harsh words laced with venom in her mind. She was a mess. He moved her hand gently. Her fingertips were smudged with mascara and eyeshadow that she had tried to wipe away hastily. She stared at him with wide, unblinking eyes. What was he going to do?

“I’ll get something to wipe your face,”

That soft tone in his voice was strange but welcomed. Ronnie tucked her hair behind her ears and looked down at her hands. How much makeup did she put on? It was like she was the main character in one of those sad romance movies with the running mascara. The thought made her laugh. Unsteadily, she exited the couch and followed him into the bathroom. The singer crouched in the small bathroom, looking through the cabinets under the sink. She spotted the makeup wipes he was looking for on the shelf behind him. Carefully, she leaned over him and grabbed them. Kendall accidentally whacked his head on the cabinet, trying to pull his head out.

“Oh.” At first, Ronnie thought he was commenting about her appearance, but he looked at the makeup wipes in her hand.

“I can wipe my face myself…” She frowned at him.

“That wasn’t what I was going to suggest,” Kendall held his hands up. “But, if you don’t want to–”

Ronnie sighed and handed Kendall the package of makeup wipes. Part of her was giving in because she wanted him to, but mainly, she gave in. After all, if she stared at herself in the mirror, she would start crying again. The songwriter squeezed past Kendall and sat on the closed toilet lid. The package crinkled as the blonde struggled to open it, but the smell of aloe vera bloomed from the container once he finally got it open. Gently, Kendall wiped at her face. He wasn’t sure how gentle her skin was. This little action reminded him of the times he cleaned theatre makeup off James’ face, except James hadn’t been crying for who knows how long.

The makeup wipe was cold against her burning skin. Kendall could feel it. As much as he wanted to ask what happened, he chose not to. She blinked when he carefully dabbed at her eyes. For the most part, she no longer had a lot of makeup on her face.

“Do you– Do you want to watch a movie?” Kendall cleared his throat and looked away. “That uhh– That usually helps… When I’m upset.”

She didn’t respond, afraid her voice would betray her.

“Okay, then.” Kendall took a step backward out of the bathroom and then took another step. He didn’t want to be too close.

“I’ll uhh… Go look at what you have…” He jutted his thumb over his shoulder and headed toward the living room.

Ronnie sighed and stood up from the toilet. She turned the hot water on and looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were red, and her hair was unkempt, primarily because she’d been running her hands through it all evening. She cupped her hands under the hot water and rubbed the soap against her palms. Hand soap wasn’t advised, but she didn’t feel like getting out of all the skin care products James had gifted her. The songwriter scrubbed at her face until it was red, and she could no longer see the remnants of her ruined makeup. Which, she wore because Curt said something in an interview about how he wished she wore makeup more often.

The light turned off in the bathroom, and she shuffled across the floor to her bedroom. The hardwood was cold on her feet, and her bones were heavy. If the Earth opened to swallow her whole, she wouldn’t think twice about letting it. She didn’t close her bedroom door all the way accidentally. Sitting on the edge of her bed, she let her back hit the mattress and stared at the ceiling. This was her fault. It had to be her fault. Curt wouldn’t have broken up with her if she had been a better girlfriend. Her hair splayed in a halo around her head. She wanted nothing more than to get out of this dress and bundle herself with one of those crocheted blankets her mother made. Instead of sitting up, she rolled onto her side and stared blankly at her dresser. Oh, how she wished clothes would telepathically be moved from the drawers. But maybe that was a little too dramatic. She got up begrudgingly and pulled out non-matching pajamas. The pants were white, fuzzy, and patterned with various fruits. At random, she grabbed an oversized NCIS t-shirt, which belonged to her mother, only because she knew her mother loved NCIS. Before shuffling out of her room, she grabbed a pair of striped fuzzy socks and pulled her hair into a messy ponytail. It didn’t matter what style her hair was in. She needed to be comfortable.

Kendall was still trying to pick a movie when she exited her bedroom. She sat on the end of the couch and grabbed a throw pillow, which she hugged to her chest. Why was he here? Why was he helping her? The television remote was on the end table next to her. She turned the television on, which scared the crap out of Kendall.

“What are you–”

“You’re taking too long to decide,” Ronnie mumbled into the throw pillow. “We’re watching 50 First Dates.”

Kendall rummaged through the DVD box momentarily and pulled out the DVD. Romantic comedies weren’t his favorite, but it wasn’t his call to make. He suggested the movie to help at least ease her pain. The DVD opened with a satisfying pop, and he gingerly placed the disc in the DVD player.

“Do you want ice cream? Popcorn– Wait, how about both? Sweet and salty?” Kendall grinned from ear to ear. “The perfect combination.”

“Do you even know where we keep the popcorn?” Ronnie raised a brow.

“No, but I think I’ll be able to find it. And before you say it, you are not allowed to help me.” He looked down at her and crossed his arms. “Just relax, and let me get you whatever you want.”

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Elvis escaped a crew-length haircut more than once before the army

It is widely known by the fans that one funny story of how Red West saved Elvis from getting his hair cut off by bullies when he was only a teenager attending the Humes High School in Memphis, Tennessee. For those who never heard/read this story before, well.. long story short, Elvis was kind of a misfit in High School because of the way he used to dress different from his mates. "He looked like a sore thumb," said Ronny Trout, a classmate who shared a workbench with Elvis in wood shop in school (as wrote by Peter Guralnick in one of his books on Elvis). While all the guys usually had crew cuts and dressed in jeans, Elvis had this "movie star" look. Apart from the flashy clothes — such as ascot ties and dress pants Presley is said to have worn while attending classes — he also would proudly show off his truck driver sideburns and a duck tail hairstyle around the hallways. Some of the kids in his school just couldn't stand it. Most of them thought Elvis looked weird, possibly they got the impression as if he was cocky or something but more likely they just found him strange, out of place. One day some guys corned Elvis in the bathroom and threatened to cut his hair right off. Red West came in just in time. Even tho they weren't friends yet, that selfless good deed of Red turned Elvis into a, let's say, fan of his. Presley was beyond grateful for the unexpected help. This was before Elvis was, you know, "Elvis". West and Presley became friends after this day, little by little - not immediately, and it turns out that a long, long term friendship between the two came out of that uncanny situation. At a point, Red West became part of Elvis' personal security guard and remained friends with him up until July 1976, a little more than one year previous to Elvis's death in August 1977. Anyway, Red's efforts only postponed Elvis' haircut. Presley actually had to surrender to the crew cut style in March 1958 when he was inducted into the U.S. Army. But did you know before the Army's intervention and after the High School incident, there was another time when Presley's hair almost was chopped off? That was during movie production of "Jailhouse Rock", in 1957.

The still photographs of Elvis wearing the short "Butch" wig were taken on Monday, May 13, 1957. William Tuttle (head of the make-up at MGM Studios) and his department produced very convincing results. This was the first time the wig was ready to be fitted, and the first scene shot using the wig was on May 20, scene 11 - Barber Shop. Elvis is wearing the wardrobe for Scenes 5 & 6 - Courtroom.

Having read the script for Jailhouse Rock, Elvis was fully aware that the storyline called for his character to be sent to prison, and was told by the studio that, to be authentic, he would have to get his hair clipped. Elvis set off a personal appearance tour, prior to reporting to MGM Studios in Hollywood. The short tour commenced on March 28, 1957. The first stop was Chicago, at a press conference at the Saddle and Sirloin Club at the Stockyards Inn that afternoon, when Elvis spoke to the assembled press. When the subject of his haircut for his new picture was raised, he revealed: 'When I get back to Hollywood, I'm gonna have my hair cut. They're gonna cut it down to crew length for this new movie. Personally, I don't care if they cut my hair, I don't think it makes much difference. Because it'll grow out again.'

March 28, 1957. Elvis Presley at a press conference at the Saddle and Sirloin Club at the Stockyards Inn, Chicago, Illinois.

Within a week, MGM Studios and producer, Pandro S. Berman, were swamped with four thousand letter and post-cards from Presley fans begging that the studio let their hero act with his original hair. "Don't Be Cruel - Don't Cut Elvis' hair," they demanded in varying terms. Some threatened to boycott the picture; some said they'd see it anyway because they'd always be loyal to Elvis - but they'd be "All Shook Up." It was decided something had to be done to save Elvis' hair and also alleviate the fans' feelings, so the Studio started to look at alternative ideas with tests quickly set up in the Studio make-up department under the stewardship of William Turtle, head of the make-up at MGM Studios. Elvis revealed the solution to columnist Aline Mosby, 'So now the studio has decided I'll wear a wig, a crew-cut wig, for the prison scenes.' During pre-production, tests were undertakes with the 35mm film camera, to establish any issue. It was realized by Director of Cinematography, Robert J. Bronner, that Elvis' hair required a red tint due to the black and white film. Elvis later confirmed this in an interview once filming had been completed: 'My hair will look the same, except it was reddened because in black-and-white it photographed like a cap instead of hair.'

The fans plea worked good this time but there's the old saying that goes like: "what's meant to be will be".

Elvis Presley gets his hair cut before entering the Army, at Fort Chaffee in Barling, Arkansas. Presley entered the service March 24, 1958 at Fort Chaffee Reception Station. Picture of the 23-year-old rock star and barber Pete Peterson.

On December 10, 1957 Elvis received a letter from the Memphis Draft Board notifying him he was up for the next military draft. Presley's fans, once more, confident that their pleas would be heard just as they were by the Hollywood people, begun sending hundreds of letters to certainly everyone they could find would be helpful on the matter. They begged, "Please, please, do not touch Elvis' hair!" — some of them even felt kinda "suicidal" about Elvis' hair being cut off. One of the fan letters addressed to then U.S. President, read: "Dear President Eisenhower, My girlfriends and I are writing all the way from Montana. We think it's bad enough to send Elvis Presley to the army, but if you cut his sideburns of, we will just die."

NO DEAL WAS MADE THIS TIME. On March 24, 1958 Elvis was inducted into the U.S. Army and finally had to surrender to the crew-haircut. Truth be told, his fresh unfamiliar haircut didn't affect a bit his exquisite beauty - if anything, Presley appealed even worse to his female audience as a soldier.

Well, that's it. There it goes the story of how it took at least three attempts, including one movie and the U.S. government, to finally get that famous sideburns and pompadour out of Elvis' pretty little head.

SOURCE: Excerpts from book "The Making Of Jailhouse Rock" (Book "Movie") by David English and Pål Granlund (2021).

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