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Ceasefire | 1.2 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader (18+)

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Synopsis: Bradley Bradshaw is in San Diego, summoned to Top Gun for the first time. Commander “Hyde” Simpson is his flight instructor, and she doesn’t have time for schoolboy crushes.

Warnings: ex-husband!beausimpson, divorce, age gap (rooster is somewhere between 26-28, reader is 38), power imbalance between instructor and student aviator, swearing, slight angst at the end, smut, handjobs, teasing, riding and creampies that are never addressed again, sub!rooster, bondage, probably very inaccurate flight info

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Eleven weeks have never felt quite so long. At the same time, the memory of seeing Bradley Bradshaw staring at you with that dopey smile still feels so fresh. In one week, classes will officially be over. Rooster will no longer be your student. It’s almost pathetic, the way you’re already miserable at the thought of not seeing his face when you walk in every morning.

Still, in this moment, he’s still here and frowning down at his flight manual. It’s a storming afternoon and the air stuff got canceled, but with Beau’s mood swings lately, class remains to be in session. You’re perched on the edge of your desk, waiting patiently for whichever one of your star pupils can answer your question first.

“Minimum total hydroplaning speed of the main landing gear tires inflated to 250 pounds per square inch is 140 knots groundspeed and, for nose gear tires inflated to 150 per square inch, is 110 knots. Ma’am.” Flipping his toothpick in his mouth and offering you a dimpled grin that proves he knows he’s correct before you tell him, Jake Seresin is a fraction faster than Natasha Trace, who sits directly behind him. It’s not the hardest question. They all should know it. It’s just the rain outside that even made you think of it.

Offering Jake a small smile and a curt nod, you open your mouth to confirm that he is once again correct. To his left, you can’t help but glance across at your favourite thing to look at in this bleak little teaching room. Only, he isn’t smiling at you.

He’s staring down at his NATOPs, brows drawn together in something between frustration and confusion. Maybe embarrassment. You can’t pretend that it isn’t your initial impulse to discredit Jake to save Bradley’s feelings — but you don’t. That’s not your job, and it’s not what you’ve worked so hard to do.

“Good work, Hangman.” You tell him calmly. Bradley doesn’t dare look up from the page. Not once. Rain pours on outside and he spends the entire afternoon glaring at the manual like he wants to rip it to shreds.

As you dismiss the class, the thought looms of this all being over soon. With just one more week to go, there are lots of decisions hanging heavy. Maybe that’s what is getting to him.

“Rooster, hang back. I need to speak to you.”

Instantly, you can tell that this was not the right move. He turns towards you, his face sullen and his eyes dark. Your brows draw together, closing the door behind the last of your students and shutting him in there with you. Alone, he remains just as closed off.

“Are you okay? — You seem kind of—“ One step forwards, you reach out for him with a gentle touch, in a way that could still be mistaken for professionalism if someone were to walk in on the two of you. But, the second your hand grazes his bicep, he shrugs it off.

“I’m fine,” He mutters, gaze turned towards the floor. His usual sunny disposition seems to have gone away with the weather. Your eyes draw into a stern squint. “Am I dismissed?”

“Dis— Okay. No, Bradshaw,” You pretend that one didn’t sting, squaring your shoulders and inhaling slowly, stepping closer so that he has no choice but to see you finally standing in front of him. “No, you’re not dismissed. If you want to start acting like this is about rank, then that’s fine by me. I want you to talk to me either way.”

A muscle in his jaw ticks. His eyes dart towards the door, and then back to you. Finally, you watch him soften. His fingertips graze the inside of your palm, choosing to look down at that exchange rather than at you.

“Could you come over tonight?”

“On official Navy business?” You tease, poking softly at his ribs through the fabric of his flight suit. All you’re offered in return is a weak smile.

He links his fingers gently through yours. Slightly more incriminating, if you were to be walked in on. Still, it tugs at your heart strings as he sighs in resignation. “Please, Hyde?”

“Of course,” You tell him, giving his palm a quick squeeze. “I’ll be over just after seven.”

He has to wait for you to finish up your work before you’re able to leave. By the time you find him, he has already worked out and showered, and he has been sitting in his room wallowing for about forty minutes.

“Talk to me,” Even with his mood, there’s nothing he can do but drape his arms around your waist and tuck his head into the soft curve of your neck as you straddle his hips. “That’s what couples do.”

There’s a moment of silence, but not the same as earlier. His hands find the small of your back, tugging you closer as he sighs against your shoulder. You know that this time he’s just finding his words. It’s almost enough, having you here in his bedroom, draped around him, ready to listen.

In the meantime, you inhale the fresh scent of his cologne and turn your face towards his temple, pressing your lips to his damp curls.

“I’m just in my head about graduation,” He settles finally, curling his fingers around your hips, pulling back to look at you. “I knew I wasn’t going to graduate at the top of the class, but — I’m starting to wonder if I even deserve to be up there with all of them. You know?”

Your fingers are soft as they card through his hair, your expression much softer than it should be as his instructor. His fingers can’t sit still, pulling you closer, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

“Of course you do,” The answer comes instantly, without hesitation. It’s followed by a chaste kiss. He turns his head and sighs again, readying to protest. “You knew the answer today. Doesn’t matter if you can find it in the book before Hangman or not, you knew it.”

“How’re you so sure that I did?” He challenges, frowning back at you. As much as he wants to believe you’re telling him this because you really believe in him, there’s still a voice in the back of his head telling him that you’re just trying to pacify him by giving him what he wants to hear.

You squint back at him, smoothing your fingers through his freshly washed curls.

“Because I know you better than I know anyone in that class, I’ve flown with you,” You tell him softly. He hums as you kiss his cheek. “I know your instincts up there are better than anyone else. Even if the answer isn’t in your head right away, I know that when you’re up there, you would know what to do.”

With that, he sighs and leans his head back. His fingers flex nervously around your hips. With his eyes closed, you used the moment to catch him by surprise. He sucks in a sharp breath as your palm dips between the two of you and grinds against his cock through his shorts.

“I trust you. Up there, and down here.”

His mouth twitches slightly, his eyes softening as he tries to pull back from you. “Hyde… come on, I don’t need you to baby me.”

You smile back at him, giving a curt nod of your head as you brush your palm more firmly against him. The way his throat contracts when he’s trying not to give in to you prickles along your skin, a rush of excitement.

He closes his eyes as you lean in and suck softly at the freckle on the left side of his neck. Your lips trail tantalizingly slowly along his throat until finally he shivers at the feeling of your breath against his earlobe, “Okay. You want me to make you prove it?”

“Make me?” He breathes out, fingers balling into the fabric of your T-shirt, brows knitting together. Already, his cock is standing to attention through the fabric of his shorts.

“That’s right,” It��s a gentle coo, so soft and sweet that Bradley really isn’t expecting it at all when you tug hard at his hair with your other hand. He inhales sharply, catching your hips and pulling you against him. His cheeks flush red, his eyes blown wide and desperate. You’ve never seen a man beg without even opening his mouth before. “Close your eyes for me.”

Another thick swallow, his throat squeezing around nothing as he closes his eyes, his dark lashes brushing against his cheek.

He’s so pliant, giving himself up to your more than capable touch. Lulling him into calmness that he’s powerless to fight against as your mouth kisses at his chest, pushing at the hem of his t-shirt and helping him out of it.

“Contrary to what you might have heard from Hangman, or from Pete Mitchell,” Bradley bites at the inside of his cheek as you lick at his freshly exposed chest, nipping at his pectoral. Even with his eyes closed, he’s red and embarrassed by how hard his nipples are in the chilled room. “Being a good aviator isn’t about confidence.”

If you’re going to keep talking as you head further south, he’s going to struggle to keep listening. His hands follow you as you slip out of his lap and settle between his knees, your tongue trailing along his middle.

“Instinct is everything.”

Bradley balls his hands into his bedsheets, lips parting just slightly as you suck firm kisses into his taut abdomen.

“Lay down.” You order, and without question, he obeys by scooting back and laying down flat with his legs still over the edge and bracketing you.

“Lay back for me.” You say sweetly, he obeys. To your right, you find the brown leather belt that you’ve been eyeing. Still looped through his jeans, discarded onto the chair in the corner of the room. Rooster fidgets in front of you, waiting to feel your touch again. “You trust me, right, Rooster?”

“Of course.” He exhales, his answer instant.

You push yourself up and he peeks an eye open, watching you free the belt and turn back towards him. Your smile grows as you find him even more red-faced than before, staring right at you.

“Lift your hands and hold your wrists together for me.”

“Really?” He whispers, his voice thick. You nod sweetly, nodding for him to shift further up the bed. He complies wordlessly, pushing himself to the top of the bed and presenting his wrists for you. His eyes darken and his brows raise, watching you climb up the bed with his belt in your hands.

“Don’t pull too hard, you’ll be sore.” You warn him, looping the belt around his wrists and through the wooden slats in his headboard. He gasps softly as you pull the leather tight and guide it through the buckle.

“Fucking hell…” He breathes out, his voice an excited whisper.

After the soft leather is secured, his wrists fastened to his headboard, you take a minute to sit back and observe. He’s watching you with such abject trust, desperation and excitement all at once. His stomach is quivering with each breath, stretched tight by the way his arms are raised.

Your tongue dips out to wet your bottom lip as your fingers reach for him, walking along the length of his thigh. Leaning over him again, you dip forwards and press a soft kiss to his lips.

“What do you want?”

“I want you to be naked.” Rooster rushes out, shifting uncomfortably and glancing towards his tied hands. When his eyes flicker back to you, he breaks into a bashful smile. Your lips twitch, looking back at him.

“Okay,” You agree sweetly, reaching for the bottom of your t-shirt. He watches the way your eyes darken, filling with mischief as you pull it up just enough to expose the soft skin of your stomach, then hold it there. “You’re at a cruise altitude of 35,000 feet, how do you know how to calculate your descent?”

Three miles per distance per thousand feet in altitude. Your mouth twitches watching him do the math in his head while staring at the sliver of exposed skin under your shirt.

“35,000 minus the last three zeroes — uh, thirty-five. Thirty-five multiplied by three… a hundred and five.” You narrow your eyes quizzically as he stumbles through the math, knowing that it comes more easily to him than he’s able to tell you. You’ve not seen him personally land on a carrier, but you know he can. You know that he’s done it a hundred times over. “You’d start the descent 105 nautical miles from the destination, maintaining a speed of 300 Knots-Indicated air speed… and a descent rate of 1,500 to 2,000 feet per minute, with thrust set at idle.”

You smile back at him, peeling your shirt up and over your head. He exhales, eyes falling down to the black bra covering your tits. Forgetting himself for a moment, he moves to sit, the buckle of his belt knocking into the woods and reminding him of his predicament.

“Feet per minute,” You continue, reaching for your own belt, slipping the leather from the buckle and pausing. “If you land on the carrier right, how does the hornet hit the deck?”

“800 feet per minute.” He exhales. Your mouth twists into a grin as you pop open your belt buckle.

By the time that he has rid you of your clothes, his answers are especially fast and you’ve noticed that his wrists are growing red under the hold of the leather.

Standing on your knees, you crawl your way up your, now completely naked, boyfriend and turn. Straddling his abdomen, your naked core sits just out of his reach. His mouth falls open and a dismayed, needy sound slips out.

Having freed him of his own shorts and boxers just moment before, his cock is red and swollen, angry from the lack of attention. Settling yourself with a sly wiggle of your hips, you take his cock in both of your hands and cover as much as you can with your mouth.

Soaking his length with a generous amount of saliva, you hear his head fall back and hit the headboard as your hands start to stroke him. Long strides coat his shaft in spit, your hands twisting loosely left from right. From this way, the way you’re straddling him, you’ve got a front-row view to the way his thighs have started to tremble.

Furthering his dismay, he has a front-row seat to your soaked pussy, inches from his face, but just out of reach. Your hands are steady, just as calm and skilled as they are when you’re in the cockpit. Not too fast, just guiding him steadily closer to his orgasm. Letting your spit soak him, adding more to the mix, squeezing him firmly every now and again. Craning your neck so that you can lick and suck softly at his balls. His moans are strangled, agonizingly desperate from behind you.

When you finally decide to grace him with a firmer, faster touch, his moans are so jagged and eager that you know Hangman and Coyote must be able to hear him. The heels of his feet press into the mattress, his hips bucking eagerly into your hands.

He tugs hard at his restraints and winces behind you. With each delighted sound from your lips as they’re wrapped around him, his own voice is growing more and more strained. For the life of him, he just can’t keep still. He’s putty in your hands. This wouldn’t be the first time he has made a mess all over your hands, but today, that isn’t the plan.

“Hyde, don’t — please don’t — I’m so fucking close…”

You hum, hands already withdrawn. He writhes under you as you turn to face him.

“You can hold on a little longer for me, right baby?”

His voice is getting more strained as you squeeze your hands around his twitching cock and just as he is about to erupt you retract your hands leaving his chest huffing in frustration and near euphoria.

You shift, straddling his hips. His eyes go wide and round, lips parted as you situate yourself right over him and sink down just barely. Your soaked core just grazes him as you rock back and forth softly. His eyes follow the curve of your waist, the slight movement of your tits as you taunt him.

“Can wait a little longer for me, right?”

“Oh, fuck.” Rooster whimpers.

You lower yourself gently onto him, palms braced against his shivering chest as his tip notches into you. He gasps and turns his head towards the pillow, pulling hard at the restraint.

You lean all the way forwards, your naked tits pushing against his chest, your lips mouthing softly at his neck. “It’s okay, I’m gonna take care of you.”

Finally, he’s fully sheathed into you, and he sighs out in relief, dropping his head forwards to rest against the curve of your shoulders.

“I still wanna see you cum,” He pants out, groaning softly as you lift up and sink slowly back down on him, digging his heels into the mattress. “If I can’t do it, I still wanna see it.”

Your mouth twitches at the thought.

“Yeah, you want to watch me get off?” You grin, kissing across his cheek and finally at his mouth. He whines softly, watching you rocking your hips into his gently, grinding yourself into him.

“You have to stop talking or I’m gonna cum.” He mutters with a stiff shake of his head, his eyes flickering up to you as you giggle above him. You purse your lips and lean forwards, pressing a sweet kiss to the tip of his nose and then sit back.

He watches, every muscle in his chest and arms constricting as he watches you sit back on his thighs, all full of him, lifting your fingers and miming a zip across your lips, and then a lock at the corner of your mouth. Finally, even though all of his focus is on trying not to bust, his lips stretch into an amused grin.

You settle back into the rhythm of bouncing on him, bracing one hand back against his thigh as the other dips between your own legs.

The angle is just right, your orgasm ebbs closer but remains just out of reach as he watches helplessly, dazed by the glow of you.

From the first day he saw you, he’d never imagined he would be as lucky as to be at your mercy like this. The thought dawns him and his hips twitch, snapping up to meet yours.

“Christ— wait, slow down, wait— oh, fuck.”

You gasp sharply as he drives himself into you just once more from below before he’s spilling hot and fast into you, groaning and gasping out loud with little regard for who might hear him.

His deep groans are music to your ears as your fingers work feverishly at your clit to keep up. His mouth hangs open, still buried inside of you as he watches you come apart in front of him, your eyes closed and your chest heaving, his name on the tip of your tongue.

Finally, you collapse forwards against his chest, lifting off of him and kissing at his neck.

“Fuck…” He breathes out.

“You feel better?” You whisper, catching your breath as your nails rake along his stomach. He hums in response, kissing softly at your temple.

He sighs in relief as you pull the belt apart and free his wrists, stretching out his arms and rubbing at the reddened skin.

“I can’t stay, Taylor’s getting dropped off home at nine.” You kiss his mouth softly, already starting to push off of his chest. He just groans and rolls onto his front, disgruntled by the idea of not having you in his bed tonight. “I’ll see you tomorrow at six?”

“Right. What should I wear?”

“A little more than you’re wearing now, preferably.”

He chuckles tiredly and considers grabbing his boxers, opting to instead just press his face into his pillow as he listens to you getting dressed again.

“Should I bring them like… a gift or something?”

“It’s a little early for bribery.”

He sighs and sits up swiftly, resting his elbows on his knees, his mouth creasing into a worried frown. “What are we going to do if they don’t like me?”

Really, there’s only one answer; you’d never put him before your kids and he knows that.

Pulling your shirt down over your body, there’s only one thing to do. You lean forwards and kiss his lips tenderly. “They’ll love you.”

Once you convince him to get dressed again, Bradley walks you down to your car. Jake and Coyote say their greetings and goodbyes swiftly and politely, not making you stop for small talk.

Then, as Rooster heads back upstairs with a reddened face and even more reddened wrists, they meet him in the living room, beaming.

”Don’t start.” He groans, trying to dismiss them and head back to his room before the ridicule starts. It’s a little late for that. It’s been a little late for that since they heard Rooster practically crying your name twenty minutes earlier.

As you return home to reunite with your children, you’re greeted with an onslaught of texts about how — to quote — ‘those idiots heard everything’. It should bother you, but the thought of Bradley all red-faced and squirming at their comments just makes you chuckle.

Meeting at a neutral place always seemed like the best option, until you’re sitting in the parking lot, staring at your kids in the backseat — feeling like you’re introducing cats. Well, it has been quite some time since your children got over their interest in scratching and biting, so hopefully this will go smoother than that.

”How are you guys feeling?” You ask them, turning in your seat finally. Dylan can see the worry on your face. Your brows are raised, your eyes are round and fleeting between them each, lips pursed.

”Yeah, fine, mom.” He offers you a polite, sincere smile. It’s the best that he has to give. He knows this means something big to you. He knows that you’ve started singing in the kitchen again, and reading Taylor the stories with the voices, laughing with him until you’re doubled over and crying.

”Do you think he likes cats better or dogs?” Taylor perks up, tucking her feet up onto the seat and quirking her head at you. Your lips twitch as your son rolls his eyes at her.

“You can ask him.” You decide, and she seems to accept this as good enough of an answer. She settles back in her booster seat, crosses her arms across her little knit sweater and smiles back at you. Poor Rooster doesn’t have a clue what he’s in for with this little chatterbox — but you know he’ll be glad to not have to sit in silence.

A beat passes as you look between their faces. They both smile back at you, for different reasons entirely.

“Okay, are we ready to go inside?”

After quick agreement, Taylor watches her shoes cast purple neon shadows across the puddles, flashing bright with each step as your heels clack across the ground ahead of her. A hand lands on her shoulder, guiding her along and making sure that she keeps up.

Swiftly, she looks up at her big brother, frowning curiously at him, ”So, do we have to call him Dad too?”

”Rooster.” You breathe out, lips stretching into a smile as you spot him walking over from his truck. He looks right past you as you wrap your arms around his neck. About five paces back, your kids are trailing you, deep in conversation. About him, no doubt.

Suddenly, his attention snaps back to you, his eyes going wide as you kiss his cheek. He untangles himself from you, aggressively platonic for a man who was begging to hold you yesterday.

“Hi.”

”Don’t be weird, they’re children, not the FBI.” You whisper to him, turning quickly as you hear the two of them approaching this. “Guys, this is Bradley. Bradley, this is my daughter, Taylor, and my son, Dylan.”

”Hello.” Bradley stiffens.

“Hey.” Dylan tries.

“You’re pretty tall. Women like that.” It would seem that you’re all caught off guard by your daughter’s comment. Luckily, it’s just enough of a surprise to make Bradley’s tight-lipped smile break into a wide-stretching grin.

He sits opposite her at the table, Dylan by his side and you opposite Dylan. She spent the afternoon with your mother and it would seem, the two of them spent their time preparing questions.

”So—“ Dylan manages to interrupt, earning himself a stern glare from the little girl who was just about to get into the favourite colours segment of her interview. Bradley turns his head and looks at your son. “What team do you follow?”

Bradley shoots a glance over at you, knowing full well that your son has been raised to be a die hard 49ers fan. He looks back to the thirteen year old and inhales— he can’t pretend to like that team, he just can’t do it—

“The Eagles.” He rushes out.

“Huh.” Dylan quirks an eyebrow, turns his head and shoots you a look. He smirks softly, bringing the rim of his Pepsi glass to his mouth. “And… how’s that working out for ya, big guy?”

Bradley’s mouth falls slack, and he looks quickly across the table for support, finding nothing but you smirking back at him and Taylor giggling in response.

“Hey, buddy, I’ll have you know—“ And once again, that seems to do the trick. That’s the straw, right before the appetizers come out, that gets Bradley really talking, and after that it just doesn’t stop.

Taylor quickly gets him onto the conversation of cats versus dogs — he seems to pass her test. Bradley turns the conversation on you, and winds up grinning ear to ear with the insight of how your children perceive you to be, how they love you. You turn the conversation on Bradley, and reveal to the children that he not only enjoys rum and raisin flavoured ice-cream, but that it’s his favourite.

The betrayal on his face after that one will keep you laughing for weeks to come. It’s almost enough for the children to change their minds about him, but he quickly gets things back on track by revealing that he once met the guy who plays Captain America on a flight.

That wins him some serious brownie points.

You know that, just as easily as he had with you, he had won them over.

He grins at you as he settles the bill — despite your insistence to split it, his nerves seeming to have finally calmed.

“Mom, why do you call him Bradley when his work name is Rooster?” Taylor asks, slipping her hand into you palm as you head for the exit.

“Because we aren’t at work right now.” You answer with a shrug, checking over your shoulder to see Rooster talking with Dylan about something behind you.

“Can I call him Rooster?” She asks, peering up at you.

“If he says you can.”

“Bradley?” She cranes her neck as she calls back to him, capturing his attention instantly. “Can I call you Rooster?”

“Sure. Either works.” He shrugs, tucking his wallet back into the pocket of his jeans, walking to catch up with the two of you.

She looks quickly back up to you, approval plastered across her little face. She gives your hand a quick squeeze and smiles.

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einsteinsugly · 1 month ago

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Something I will never write (take it).

2004. It's a second gen Mean Girls, with some first gen drama for fun.

Eric and Donna's daughter, Katie, is starting school in the US for the first time (in Point Place) after spending her childhood in Africa. Plus, her dad Eric is now teaching math at her new school (yeah, he's Ms. Norbury, with some "math is the same in every language" vibes).

Katie gets to really know Jackie and Hyde's daughter, Jess, and Fez's son, David (who is apparently too gay to function). Jess has been snubbed from The Plastics, after she and her twin sister fell out (after Jess shoved Kyle into a pool), and has gone goth.

The Plastics:

Rachel: Jackie and Hyde's daughter, and Jess's twin. The queen bee of The Plastics. Jess and Rachel used to be close, but they now hate each other, and Jackie and Hyde are continually attempting to mediate. Rachel keeps spreading rumors that Jess is a lesbian (Jess is actually bi).

Grace: Laurie's daughter, and Katie's cousin. Her dad invented Toaster Scrudels.

Kristen: Kelso and Brooke's airhead daughter. Her boobs tell her when it rains.

Bonus:

Aaron: Jake Bradley's son. Rachel's real crush. Katie crushes on him, too.

Kyle: Casey Kelso's son, and Rachel's on-off boyfriend. Jess hates him, and so does Hyde.

Kevin: A foreign exchange student and Mathlete (Eric is involved with Mathletes, obv) that has a crush on Jess. Jess is grossed out, eww.

*****

Jess recruits Katie to plot revenge, and hell ensues. Will the kids settle down, or will the parents (especially Eric) have to interfere?

#that 70s show #that 90s show #eric forman #jackie burkhart #eric and donna #jackie and hyde #donna pinciotti #steven hyde #kelso and brooke

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chenfordswopez · 1 year ago

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Eric for the ship ask game !!

• My NOTP for them: Eric/Hyde (basically incest), Eric/Kelso (Eric can do better in terms of bfs), Eric/Fez (same as Kelso)

• My BROTP for them: The Gang when they’re not being fucking dicks to him for the hell of it. Also me & @randomwriter23 created a gang called the “moron” friends with Buddy, Rhonda, Shelly, Chloe, Connie, Mitch, Annette.

• My OTP for them: Beric

• My second choice pairing for them: Forkhart

• My fluffy pairing for them: S1-2 Formciotti

• My angsty pairing for them: S4 Formciotti, Eric/Casey, & Eric/Leslie

• My favorite poly ship for them: I have a lot but romantically, Forkciotti (Eric-Donna-Jackie). Platonically, Eric-Laurie-Hyde.

• My weirdest pairing for them: Eric/Casey (inspired by @randomwriter23) & Eric/Leslie as dark ships

My intrigued-by pairing for them: Maybe Eric/Angie or Eric/Shelly. Eric/Jake Bradley is also a good one haha.

#answered #anakin 💖#that 70s show #that '70s show #eric forman #i love Formciotti and they are my fave Donna pairing #but not my fave Eric pairing #actually my third fave Eric pairing haha #anti eric x kelso #anti eric x fez #anti eric x hyde

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lilacmoon83 · 2 months ago

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Finding You Always 2

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Summary: Gothel lied about Flynn's true origins. The truth is much more complicated and fantastical. When his origins are revealed and hidden power is uncovered, it comes just in time, as he steps into the fray to fight a new evil with the Charmings, his new family.

Face Claims:

Core Cast of Once: Same as the show.

Those that appeared as side characters in the show: Same as the show (Elsa, for example)

Fandral the Dashing and Rose Red: Josh Dallas and Ginnifer Goodwin

James and Aphrodite: Josh Dallas and a blonde Ginnifer Goodwin

Bobby Charming: Logan Lerman

Flynn Charming: Tanner Buchanan

Leo Charming: Matt Lanter

Eva Charming-Sakura: Bailee Madison

Paul Sakura: Christopher Sean

Summer Charming-Bradley: Luna Blaise

JJ Bradley: Garret Wareing

Ariana Dashing: Ciara Hanna

Zia Ramos: Jenna Ortega

Hermes: Nakia Burrise

Mother Gothel: Donna Murphy

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Chapter 7: Saiyans

"Regenerating?" Snow asked, as Flynn explained everything he had learned on his visit to Hyde's lab at the University. They were eating dinner in the palace living quarters that night, just the four of them.

"Yeah…he said unless every trace of the slime is disintegrated, then it will just generate more of those things," Flynn explained.

"Well that's not annoying or anything," David commented.

"Yeah…Hyde said they're going to work on some energy weapons so the Knights can help vanquish the bugs," he added.

"That's good, because if all of us are too busy dealing with the minions, we'll be too worn out to deal with the big bad whenever it decides to show its face," Bobby said.

"That's a good point…something tells me that bullets will be useless here," David replied.

"Yeah…you stopping bullets with your body is wicked cool though," Bobby said, as the boys smiled at that. Snow and David shared an amused glance.

"So…are you two going out tonight?" Snow asked. They shrugged.

"Yeah…we'll probably go hang out with the girls," Bobby replied. Snow knew she was prying, but she couldn't help it. She was anxious as any mother was to see her boys eventually settle down. Not that any of them really ever settled down in the United Realms. Even with the peaceful times the last few years, they always found adventure and extraordinary things; the benefit of living in an extraordinary place. She knew her boys loved fighting and would always be warriors. She just hoped that their futures including families of their own.

"Wearing the jacket?" Bobby asked, as Flynn stared at it on his bed. He nodded, as he put it on and it felt right.

"Yeah…it's really comfortable," he said, as he felt something in the right breast pocket and took out two small items.

"What is it?" he asked.

"I'm not sure…" Flynn said, as he stared at the two strange beans.

"Maybe something more for Hyde to look at," Bobby suggested.

"I threw a lot at him today though," Flynn replied. The dark haired young man shrugged.

"How about Eva? She has a microscope and she and Paul are on duty at the hospital tonight. We could swing by before we go get the girls," Bobby said. He nodded.

"Good idea," Flynn agreed.

"What's the other thing?" Bobby asked curiously. Flynn examined the patch with curiosity.

"House Vegeta," he read.

"It looks like a coat of arms," Bobby said. Flynn nodded. He had seen his adopted father's coat of arms displayed in their home over the mantle and was intrigued by this one.

"My father must have slipped it into the jacket pocket," Flynn reasoned.

"It's cool…I bet Mom would sew it onto your jacket," Bobby said. He nodded and slipped it back into his jacket pocket.

"I'll ask her tomorrow," he said, as they headed out to stop by the hospital.

~*~

Snow and David enjoyed a quiet, romantic evening together after the boys left and they were now slowly drifting to sleep in each other's arms, following some very amorous activities. Tonight, however, would not be a dreamless sleep, as David found himself in the cloudy void of the dream world once again, for the first time in many years.

"I had a feeling you might visit me," he said, as Esteban, clad head to toe in his armor, awaited him.

"Yes…well, it's quite intriguing that my successor's adopted son is a halfbreed Saiyan Prince," Esteban replied, as they walked together.

"So…what the Dragon said was true? Your Kingdom descended from Saiyans too?" David asked.

"The very ancient ones were full blooded Saiyans, but we're talking over a millenia before I was born, so I am nearly completely human. The amount of Saiyan blood in me is miniscule at best, but the warrior spirit remained with me and my people," he explained.

"I guess that explains their attitude toward showing emotions was seen as a weakness," David replied. Esteban nodded curtly.

"I studied the legends of my ancestors well. The first Dragon King, Bejita and his right hand warrior Sun Wukong. I am a direct descendant of Bejita," he explained.

"But your Saiyans have no relation to Flynn's?" David asked.

"No…but it would appear that Saiyans pop up in several worlds out there. They are all but extinct in your land, save for my precious daughter, though she does not walk the warrior's path and, like me, she has no significant amount of Saiyan blood," he said.

"As for Flynn, he has counterparts like we all do and at least one world where there are more than a few Saiyans around. But most of the legends are similar," Esteban said.

"What do you mean?" David asked curiously.

"It was said that Bejita was a legendary warrior, even among his people and a power that frightened most of his foes just upon the sight of him. Godlike power and strength. The same legend, give or take a few details is much the same," Esteban explained.

"Wait…are you saying that Flynn could become so strong that he somehow reaches this legendary status?" David asked.

"From what I know about hybrids…their potential to reach incredible heights of power is even greater than the full blooded Saiyans that sired them," Esteban replied, giving David much to ponder.

"Your wife will hate it, but each time your son is severely injured in battle, he will come back fifty, sometimes even one hundred times stronger than the previous battle. The closer to death…the bigger the power up," he explained.

"You're right…Snow is going to hate that," he agreed, not finding the idea of telling her that appealing at all.

"I guess I need to visit Rose's library. Reading about my son's people and their exploits in other worlds may give me some idea of what's coming," David said. Esteban nodded.

"Even though what you face is deeply troubling, I envy not being there to battle with you," he said.

"Seriously? We're facing certain doom and you still want to fight it?" David asked. Esteban provided a rare smirk.

"Get used to it…Saiyans love battle. It's almost like a drug to some. Your son has a level head and will first and foremost protect…but battle will still thrill him, nonetheless," the Dragon King warned, as it became hazy around them.

"Well…thanks for not being cryptic for once. You know how I appreciate straight answers," David said, as he faded from the nether realm. His eyes opened and he was back in bed, with his beautiful wife spooned against him, her long raven hair spilling down her naked back. He sighed and kissed her head, before drifting off to sleep again.

~*~

"Hey guys…what brings you here?" Eva said, as she looked up from her tablet at the nurse's desk.

"We came to show you and Paul something…got a minute?" Flynn asked.

"Sure…we can take a few minutes," Paul replied, as the boys followed them into Eva's lab.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Well…I found these strange beans in my jacket pocket. I think my biological mother sent them with me…but we have no idea what they are," Flynn explained.

"Yeah…and since Hyde and Hiram are plenty busy with capsule research and making ki blasters, I suggested we ask you to take a look," Bobby replied, as Eva put a glove on and took the tiny bean from his hand.

"Hmm…well, it's definitely not like one of Tiny's beans, so it probably doesn't make portals," she said.

"What about beanstalk beans?" Bobby asked. Paul shook his head.

"No…those are larger and green," Paul said, as he very carefully split the tiny bean in half, before putting it under a microscope. He looked and then pulled back for a moment, before looking back, as if to check to see if he was really seeing what he was seeing.

"Eva…you need to look at this," Paul said, as she looked and was shocked at what she saw.

"What…what is it?" Flynn asked impatiently.

"It's…it's like an organic source of healing magic," she replied.

"What…you mean these beans can heal people?" Bobby asked. She nodded.

"The inside of the bean has a similar signature to my healing magic…this is revolutionary!" Eva cried in excitement.

"But there's only two," Flynn replied.

"Yes Flynn…but they are beans. If I infuse a simple organic white bean with my healing magic, I could grow something that would resemble these!" she exclaimed.

"You…you think you can grow these?" he asked in astonishment.

"Yes…it will take some research and time to make sure my formula is right and my magic is infused correctly, but this could change everything," Eva said.

"Yeah…instead of you trying to heal us on the battlefield, we could have these with us," Bobby replied.

"Not to mention you wouldn't be a target for whatever villain they are fighting," Paul added.

"He's right…when whatever we're fighting figures out you can heal us, you'd be a target," Flynn reasoned.

"But not with these…I mean, like I said, it will take time. But with some of Tiny's soil, they should grow at an accelerated rate like his portal beans. I'm sure he'd love to help," Eva said. Paul smiled.

"Whale and I can cover your shifts tonight and for the foreseeable future so you can work on this project," he said.

"Is Whale sober?" Bobby asked. Paul smiled.

"He's staying out of the bottle these days. He's not happy about it, but I have several new hires in their residency and more are coming up at the University and entering their internships soon. He stays clean or I fire him and now he knows I can do so without threatening the well being of any patients," Paul explained.

"He has to hate that," Flynn chuckled.

"He does. I think he misses the days of the curse when he was top dog around here, like when I first arrived," Paul replied.

"Oh that reminds me…is that old man, the Dragon, your father?" Flynn asked.

"He is…haven't seen him in about thirty years, but I know he's still slithering around here somewhere," Paul answered.

"Not anymore…he popped up and he's teaching me to use my ki, with Dad and Mulan's supervision," Flynn said. Paul shook his head.

"I'm not surprised…while I disagree with his morals and lack of ethics, he knows so much about so many different realms and people," he said.

"Just be careful…he's still a manipulator," Paul added.

"Yeah…Dad already threatened him about that," Flynn said with a nod.

"Well…we have dates and you look so excited that you're bursting to start working, so we'll get out of here," Bobby said, as they left and Eva went to work.

~*~

Henry sighed, as he typed away on his laptop in his office. Ella peeked in and then quietly entered, before setting a cup of coffee down for him.

"Writing about the little incident at the reserve?" she asked.

"Yes…and recording everything we've learned. Everything Flynn has learned about his heritage," he replied, but she detected a note of uncertainty in his voice.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"It's my job as the author to record everything, because the book is our history, but to everyone else, it's stories and entertainment," he replied.

"I know…the public gets a little intrusive," Ella said.

"That's an understatement…and my grandparents seem to ignore the attention with ease. But Bobby and Flynn are young and the spotlight is already on them. This is not going to make that any better," Henry said. She smiled.

"I love how you want to protect them," she replied.

"I just worry about the reactions of small minded people. Finding out there is a secret land with a bunch of fairy tale characters is one thing…but when they find out there's a half alien with power that could potentially destroy the world, that's a whole other thing," Henry said.

"Do you have to publish this?" Ella asked.

"Technically, just for our land, I do. I can withhold from the rest of the world if I want, but then it breeds distrust and we know there's a faction out there that already doesn't trust us," he replied.

"There are also some here in the United Realms that might not react well either," she mentioned. He sighed. The Land Without Color came to mind.

"Yeah…I'm worried about that too. There are plenty of ignorant people here. They hear half alien…and they might grab their pitchforks," Henry said.

"Your parents will defend him just as fiercely as any of their biological children or grandchildren," Ella assured him.

"I know…I just wish I could spare him this. Eventually I may have to publish at least parts of it for the outside world, but I have no choice but to publish for the United Realms now," Henry said. She squeezed his shoulder.

"Maybe people won't read it?" she asked, but winced as she did.

"You know the media will. With August running the main network and the paper, we'll get the real story from there, but there are competing networks now and some of them are just as dirty as Goldilocks was," he said.

"Flynn will be fine…he has a ton of support behind him," she assured him. He nodded.

"I know…" he said, as he reluctantly hit publish and then texted his grandparents to give them a heads up that the media may be in abrupt contact for their usual soundbites.

"Guess we have to hope for the best," Henry said.

~*~

Flynn and Bobby hung out with their girlfriends for a while as a group, but inevitably, they soon decided that they would part ways to spend some time alone with them.

"We're going to take a walk," Bobby said to them, as he and Zia joined hands and they peeled off from the other two.

"So…a walk on the beach?" Ari asked, as he threaded her fingers with his own.

"We could…or we could fly over the entire United Realms," he offered, with a sparkle in his eye. Her eyes widened slightly and her mouth was slightly agape.

"Are…are you serious?" she asked. He shrugged.

"I picked it up pretty easily and I'm not super fast yet, but I've been flying everywhere all day instead of portalling," he replied.

"Well…flying sounds way more fun than walking. Show me," she requested, as he picked her up with ease. She felt like she weighed almost nothing in his arms and he still marveled at how his strength had increased ten fold in just a couple days.

To say that Ariana was speechless was an understatement. The wind blowing through her blonde hair, the lights of all the different realms dotting the landscape beneath them, the stars that suddenly seemed a bit closer, and the incredibly handsome man who held her in his arms. She bit her bottom lip, and gently brushed some of his bangs from his eyes. He shivered slightly at her touch and was in awe of her beauty, as usual.

"I really love the hair, by the way," she said. He smiled shyly.

"I was worried it might look weird," he replied.

"It doesn't…it suits you," she said, as she leaned her forehead gently against his head and he struggled not to wobble a little mid flight. Did she have any idea what she was doing to him? He scouted a good spot to take a break and set them down on a cliff that overlooked the Caspian sea and the shores and castle of the Maritime Kingdom. They sat close together, holding hands, while Ari rested her head on his shoulder. There he told her everything he had learned in detail about his past, with the high hope that she wouldn't run away from him once she knew it all. By the end though, she was even more enamored with him. As an Asgardian warrior princess, she was less than impressed by most of the youths in her Kingdom. There were some that were well trained members of her father's army, but they weren't Asgardian and for most it was a job. They didn't live the life and training as a warrior that she did. And the ones that weren't in her father's army were even worse. They didn't like fighting and certainly had no interest in a woman that liked fighting.

Flynn's initial training into Martial Arts and sword fighting had been what attracted them to each other in the first place. He loved the thrill of battle and was focused on living the life of a warrior. Now to find out that he actually had warrior blood in him made him all the more attractive.

"Trunks…" she said, doing the same as he did, seemingly tasting the name.

"I know…it's a really odd name and I'm not sure if I should take my birth name or not. Flynn's the name I gave myself when the other one offered repulsed me. I feel like it's a part of me…but I also feel like this name is too," he said, pausing for a moment.

"As strange as the name is…it fits and feels right too," he added. She smiled.

"What if…everyone else kept calling you Flynn and it is just me that calls you Trunks?" she asked. He looked at her and felt a pulse of desire run through him when his birth name rolled off her tongue. His senses were so heightened now that he was still getting used to how strong his urges were. His hormones were raging before, but his human side had nothing on his Saiyan side. He leaned in and kissed her impulsively when his name of birth came from her mouth. It was intense and as soul searing as a kiss had ever been between them. Their lips parted briefly and she smiled.

"Trunks…" she said, more firmly this time and a tiny, low growl could be heard from his throat, as he kissed her fiercely again. Once they finally parted again, both panting for air, she smiled again and pressed her forehead against his.

"I guess that answers that question," she said, as he grinned back at her. Reluctantly, they knew they had to part for the evening and he slowly flew her home to Asgard. He landed in her mother's gardens, completely freaking the guards out. But they relaxed when they realized it was one of their Majesties' daughters and one of the Charming boys.

"So…I hope flying can be a regular thing," she said. He smiled.

"Definitely…I can even teach you, but to be honest, I like carrying you," he replied.

"We could do both," she said. He nodded and leaned in for another kiss. When they parted, she went inside, all while looking back at him and he felt the ache in the absence of her presence, which clearly told him what he knew had been true for a while. He was in love.

#Snowing #SnowxCharming #Charming family #OC Charmings #canon once ships #romance #adventure #family #action #Finding You Always 2 #the epic resumes

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Is this a list of the same type of people?

Gerald Durrell

Derrick (Fredo Santana) Coleman - rapper - purple drank

Anthony Bourdain (TV Chef) - Heroin, Methadone, Cocaine, Alcohol.

George Herbert Scott (Airship Pilot), d.1930.

Grayson Murray, American golfer

Mark Lanegan, 57

Taylor Hawkins, 50

Steve Harwell, Smash Mouth Lead Singer, liver failure.

Lisa Marie Presley, 54

Raye (Rachel Keen), British Singer

Andrea Dunbar (Playwright, age 29 - brain hem orange).

Robert Louis Stevenson - hence Jeykel and hyde (aged 44, drugs inc alcohol)

Phil Lynott

Paul Walsh, Footballer.

Andy Warhol - “Although not as big a drug-taker as many of his entourage in mid-century New York, Warhol was addicted to Obetrol – marketed today as Adderall – an amphetamine diet pill that has a similar effect to speed.” - https://www.theguardian.com/science/2023/mar/24/drugs-and-alcohol-do-not-make-you-more-creative-research-finds?CMP=Share_iOSApp_Other

Jefferson King (Shadow)

Taylor Hawkins (died at 50) Foo Fighters, Drummer.

Jordon Peterson

Ivan Toney (Brentford and England footballer and gambler)

Wasim Akram (Cocaine)

Robson Green

Simon Pegg

Don Whillans, mountaineer

Stanislav Petrov (the man who saved the world)

Samuel Taylor-Coleridge (Laudanum)

Goethe

W.H.Auden, Benzedrine

Jared O’Mara (former MP)

Anne Robinson

Hayden Panettiere, actress https://www.thesun.co.uk/tvandshowbiz/22079654/heroes-hayden-panettiere-addiction-alcohol-opiods-nashville/amp/

Jennifer Elliott (daughter of Denholm Elliot)

James Mangan - 19th C. Irish Poet, influenced -

Shane MacGowan.

Sir William Carr (Pissing Billy)

James Gandolfini

Lanre Fehintola

Howard Hughes, OCD, Codeine

Kirkland Laing (Boxer)

Ian Royce, Comedian.

Bobby Liebling (lead singer, Pentagram)

Rory Hamilton Brown

Matthew Mellon (banking heir)

Nora Butlin

David Berman (silver Jews)

Ted Ngoy (the donut king - gambling)

Ernst Udet - German WW1 Ace, responsible for Nazi aircraft manufacture until suicide,1941.

Blair “Paddy” Mayne (famed early S.A.S. Soldier)

David Stirling (famed early S.A.S. Soldier)

Danny Cipriani

William Golding

Luke Sutton, sports agent

Bryony Gordon

Gaddafi

Paddy “Mad” Merrigan (Jockey)

Michael K. Williams (actor)

Robert Webb (British Comedian)

Mark McManus

Brian O’Nolan

Rodney Dangerfield

Tara Palmer-Tompkinson

Marco Pantani

Robin Smith (cricketer)

Dr. John (The Scatman)

Robert Havlin (jockey)

Kenneth Williams

Victor Willis (son of a baptist preacher - Village People.

Stu Ungar

Charlie Parker

Miles Davis

Harold Shipman

Danny Trejo (ends up dead on top of Tortoise in Breaking Bad).

Sandy Ratcliff (Sue Osman, East Enders)

James Hunt

Michael David Weiss (film injustice re safety needles)

Charlie Chaplin Snr. (Cirrhosis, 38)

Oisin Murphy (jockey)

Peter Shilton (gambling)

Marvin Gaye

Robert Young, actor, brother of Roger Moore

Dick Van Dyke

Yuri Gagarin

Christopher Farley (U.S. actor)

Ronald Lacey - played Dylan Thomas (1978) - Harry Ridler in Minder on the the Orient Express

Jordan Peterson

Tanya Sarne (Fashion)

Elizabeth Wurtzel (Prozac Nation)

Bradley Cooper

Tom Maynard (Cricketer)

Bobby Beasley (Jockey)

Toulouse-Lautrec

Baudelaire

Montgomery Clift.

Jay Kay

Mike McCready (guitarist - pearl jam)

Elton John

Heinrich Böll, German Writer, Pervatin, during WW

Andy Fordham (The Viking)

Alice Cooper

Phil Spector

Alan Watts

Mark Lanegan

Rupert Young - Will Young’s brother

Matthew Perry (Friends sitcom)

Susannah Constantine (TV host)

Hugh O’Connor, Actor, -1962-1995. Shot himself in the head on the day of his 3rd Wedding Anniversary.

Deacon Brodie - alcoholic sinner fire-runner and example used by Robert Louis Stevenson in J & H - a hundred years later - and a life that Stevenson tried to pursue himself

Desi Arnaz, American actor

Felicite Tomlinson

Demi Lovato

William Hurt (American actor)

Venedikt Vasilyevich Yerofeyev - Author of Moscow Stations, 1969

Olivia Channon

Willie Carson Jnr

‘Bloody’ Mary Coughlan.

Roy Orbison (yo-yo dieting)

Christopher Hitchens - thinkoholic, alcoholic, smoker

Emma, Lady Hamilton

Jan-Michael Vincent (Airwolf)

Maradona

Keith Gillespie,Footballer, Gambling.

Eddie Van Halen

Richard Kiel (Jaws)

John Bonham

Matthew Perry, American actor.

Stuart Cable - Drummer Stereophonics - choked on vomit.

Cameron Douglas

Chris Langham - cocaine / alcohol. (Went to prison for 6 months for download child pornographic images. Played Orwell in 2003 BBC film.). Career destroyed after that.

Johnny Vegas

Arthur Daley.

Mike Tyson

George Harrison

Alexei Rykov aka ‘Rykvodka’ Rightist Politburo member, Premier and co- ruler with Stalin and Bukharin ‒. Defendant in last show trial

Hans Fallada (Rudolf Ditzen) - German Author

Henry Pierrepoint - executioner father of Albert the executioner.

Bob Hindley (alcoholic father of Myra Hindley)

Simon Day (fast show)

Frederick Nietzsche (Opiu re m / chloral hydrate)

Tennessee Williams

Henry Willson - Hollywood agent (Cirrhosis)

Steve Caulker - footballer aged 25 (alcohol and gambling)

Tim Bergling (DJ Avicii) - aged 28

Verne Troyer (49)

Ashley Mattingly (playmate)

Jean Michel Basquiat - artist, 27, Heroin

Keith Levene, Founder member of The Clash, and Public Image Ltd

Dolores Riordan (46) lead singer of cranberries - died drowned in her bath 2018 Park Lane Hilton. Also anorexic and bi-polar.

Demi Lovato (ex Disney Channel actress)

Charles Baudelaire - laudanum and alcohol

Chris Leben (UFC fighter)

Mike Bell a.k.a. Mad Dog (WWE - wrestler)

Freddie Starr

Irvine Welsh

Dolores O’Riordan (alcohol / anorexia)

Dennis Price.

Shia LaBeouf (actor)

Rhys Thomas (Rugby)

Russell Pearce (Boxing)

David Plunkett Greene (Heroin)

Ron ‘Pigpen’ McKernon (grateful Dead,27)

Annabelle Neilson - Heroin / aristoc

Ray Wilkins

Jeff Hatch (NFL player)

Ryan Cresswell (footballer)

Jon Stewart (guitarist, sleeper)

Alexander || of Russia.

Otto Gross (influenced Jung) - addict - 1877 to 1920. 42.

Oskar Schindler

Phil Lynott

Shaun Ryder

George Brown MP

Paul Ryder (Bassist)

Gary Oldman

Peter Edward "Ginger" Baker, English Drummer.

Mac Miller / U.S. rapper (26)

Jeff Hanneman - Slayer - cirrhosis, 49

Gary Busey (American actor)

Philip Larkin (half a bottle of sherry at sunrise).

Hunter S. Thompson - pro addict - suicide Feb 2005

Gregg Allman, American Singer / Songwriter

Coolio (Artis Leon Ivey)

Martin Gore (Depeche Mode)

Dave Gahan (Depeche Mode)

William Faulkner. (American Writer)

Lord Haw Haw (William Joyce)

Eugene O’Neill. (American Writer)

Anthony Burgess

Donald Maclean

Kim Philby

Ellen Philby - wife of spy Kim Philby (47)

Anthony Blunt

Ringo Starr

Jerry Lee Lewis

Ricky Hatton

John Ford (Film Director)

Jack London (Author of John Barleycorn novel) morphine overdose and alcoholism

Tom Chaplin, Lead Singer, Keane.

Nico - H - velvet underground

Art Pepper

Liza Minnelli

Richard Bacon

Jay Kay (Jamiroquai)

Tobey Maguire

Christian Slater

Chris Cornell (lead singer of Soundgarden)

Max Jacob (French Post)

Malcolm McDowell

Fred Trump Jnr. (Eldest brother 1932-81) - alcoholism aged 42.

Owen Wilson

Gary Oldman

Keith Flint (Prodigy)

Demi Moore - actors

Danniella Westbrook

Roger Ebert (Film critic)

John Cassavetes (great director) - hobnailed liver, 59. Q.v. Under the influence (1974) - starring his co-alcoholic and co-dependent wife, Gena Rowlands (who was nominated for an Oscar for her portrayal of progressive madness).

Bill Evans - Heroin - jazz

Suroosh Alvi - founder of Vice media - ex Heroin

Gary Fraser - Director of T2

Trainspotting - ex Heroin

Keith Floyd.

Ant mcpartlin

Tom Hardy (aa)

Steve Coogan

Kenny Sansom

Dante Gabriel Rossetti - painter -(1828-1882) became addicted to chloral, with whisky chasers

Philip Roth - American Novelist (Halcion sleeping pill)

Lee Marvin

Bryony Gordon - terrible telegraph columnist

‘Mad Jack’ Byron

Chet Baker - Jazz Trumpeter

Berlioz

Ray Charles - Heroin.

Sir Edwin Landseer (Laudinum)

John Hurt (died 28 Jan 16 pancreatic cancer ages 75)

Anthony Eden (Benzedrine) Drinamyl also known as ‘purple hearts’ to take him up and up to four sleeping pills a night to take him down. Eventually they stopped working - he couldn’t sleep and the doctors said the pharmaceutical solution had run its course - and he had to be evacuated to Jamaica for a few weeks - presumably to withdraw, just after Suez and a Sterling crisis. https://academic.oup.com/qjmed/article/98/6/387/1548168 - from Dr David Owen - concluding with the line ‘a fit and well Anthony Eden would not have made all those mistakes’.

Christopher Walken

Alistair Maclean - later on.

Al Pacino

Andrew Symonds (Australian Cricketer)

Margaux Hemingway (grand-daughter / supermodel)

Amy Winehouse (27)

Brian Jones (27) Rolling Stones

Jimi Hendrix (27)

Janice Joplin (27)

Jim Morrison (27)

Rudy Lewis (27) The drifters

Alan Wilson (27)

Dickie Pride (27)

Ron “Pigpen” Mckernon (27)

Kurt Cobain (27)

Dash Snow (27) - artist

Gary Thain (27) Bassist, Uriah Heep

Pamela Courson (27) Morrison’s wife, Heroin overdose, 3 yrs later in ‘74.

See also - https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/27_Club

Fred Archer (29) gambling - shot himself.

Dean Martin

Eve Babitz

Pete Townsend

Courtney Love

Kevin Lloyd (Actor, The Bill)

Amedeo Modigliani

Diego Maradona

Brett Favre

Babe Ruth

Paul Merson (drink and gambling)

Bill Werbenuik (Snooker)

Kirk Stevens (cocaine - Snooker)

Mark E. Smith - d.2018. Lead singer of the Fall. 60.

Danielle Westbrook

Mary J. Bilge

Alec Baldwin (actor)

Vince Taylor from Isleworth - inspired Ziggy Stardust.

Douglas Kenney - founder of National Lampoon, 33, probable Suicide. Hawaii.

Alan McGee - Founder of creation records and property developer

Patrick Swayze

John Skipper, (former) president ESPN

David Cassidy

Steven Tyler (alive)

Hubert Selby Jr - author of last exit to Brooklyn - died sober even refused morphine.

Etta James

Slash

Bradley Cooper

Calvin Harris (Scot dj)

Eva Mendes

Colin Farell

Al Pacino

Craig Charles

Davina McCall

Anthony Hopkins

Rob Lowe

Phil Michelson (gambling)

Melanie Griffith

Jamie-Lee Curtis

Moby

W. C. Fields

Jean-Claude Junker

Christine Dolce (queen of MySpace) - cirrhosis

Franklin pierce - us president - cirrhosis

Chernenko - soviet leader 84 - cirrhosis

Jimi Hendrix - cirrhosis?

Billie holiday - cirrhosis

Jack Karouac - cirrhosis

Rob Lowe - alcoholic - 27 yrs sober

Sean Hughes (Irish comic) - cirrhosis

List of people with cirrhosis https://m.ranker.com/list/famous-people-with-cirrhosis/celebrity-lists

Etta James

Francis Bacon

Lucian Fraud (gambling)

Bobby Davro

David Warner - AUS cricketer

Baudelaire

Jesse Ryder - NZ cricketer

Herschelle Gibbs - SA cricketer

Alan Hudson (footballer)

Paul McGrath (footballer)

Kenny Samson (Footballer)

Garrincha (Brazilian Footballer)

Hank Williams aged 29

Marvin Gaye - crack before he was shot by father

Mickey Mantle (baseball player, Cirrhosis)

Joseph McCarthy (anti-communist)

Gilbert Harding - "The Rudest Man in Britain" 1907-1960.

John Paul Getty III

Caroline Aherne

Chris Difford - squeeze / clouds

Gary Shail - spider in quadraphenia

8 Mile actress

NIna Simone

Lord Lucan

Lady Lucan

Goering

Christy Brown

Edward St Aubyn

Rick Stein

Ronnie O'Sullivan (Snooker Player)

Chris Cornell

Denis Johnson (Author of Jesus' Son, 1992)

Dermot Reeve

Joey Barton

Will Self

Charles Kennedy MP (intracerebral haemorrhage)

Eric Joyce MP

Debbie Harry (Blondie)

Sir Anthony Eden - Benzedrine - buried at st Mary's church, alvediston. Un-respected.

Luvo Manyonga SA long jumper Olympic silver medallist 2016 - crystal meth

Ian McShane - Lovejoy, Deadwood - cocaine / alcoholic - 28 yrs since first AA meet.

Colin Milburn (cricketer)

Tom Petty (Heroin)

James brown

General Gordon of Khartoum - alcoholic - (according to Lytton Strachey)

Errol Flynn (absolutely everything) - in secret lives at the end "Errol Flynn made the fatal flaw of confusing his art with his life - in film they applaud Robin Hoods and rascals - in real life they tire of them soon... They stand by to let the person destroy himself". Heart problems and Cirrhosis.

Tyrone Power - 1 yr after The Sun Also Rises aged 44

Charlie Wilson US politician cv.film

Brian Clough

Sean Ryder

Greg Merson 2014 WSOP Main Event winner

Tubby Hayes - British Jazz - Heroin

Phil Seaman - Drummer - Heroin

Rick Parfitt (Status Quo)

Ian Kilminster (Lemmy)

Jack wild (oliver in artful dodger) aged 53 mouth cancer

Joe meek - pills - Telstar

Rasputin (alcohol and sex)

Boris Yeltsin

Paris Jackson (17) Michael's daughter

Jimmy pegg - walker in dads army - 39

Alexei Stakhanov (coal miner)

Seymour Hoffman

Lo ' David Coyle - Mr Bates in Downton Abbey

David Cassidy - 70s singer / heartthrob

Simon Danczuk MP

John Belushi

Whitney Houston

Bobbi Kristina Brown

William S Burroughs - writer, Heroin

William S Burroughs Jr. - Aged 34 - had liver transplant - cirrhosis

Amy winehouse

Brian Epstein - in a totally white bathroom - the only art was a giant picture of El Cordobes. And he wanted to give up managing The Beatles to manage bullfighters in Spain. L. Oo

Dante Gabriel Rosetti (Laudanum), Chloral, Alcohol)

Jimmy greaves

Mary Todd go. F FB

ST Coleridge (both Laudanum)

Sigmund Freud - a lot to answer for - cocaine

Irvine Walsh

Malcolm Lowry 1957

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Michael Phelps - most decorated Olympian

Tony Curtis

Robbie Williams

Mel Gibson

Sir James Chadwick (sleeping pills) sleeping on fear his work on a bomb would lead to mass destruction

Charles James Fox - cirrhosis whilst in office as Foreign Secretary - also Ascites (7 pints of fluid drained at death also 35 gallstones found) - lived in Chertsey and Foxhills, prodigious gambler.

Barry humphries

Daniel Radcliffe

Jack Dee

Jack karouac

Ian Fleming?

William Holden (actor, Bridge on the River Kwai)

Brad Pitt

Len fairclough

Malcolm Lowry (under the volcano)

John le Meisurer

James Beck (Alcoholic) Dads Army

Arthur Lowe - Dad's Army

Clive of India

Frank skinner

Rodney king

RD Laing (Dr)

Richard Hughes (jockey)

Johnny Murtagh (Jockey)

Jeremy Wolfenden

Jockey Wilson

Diego Maradona

John McAfee - dry drunk

Antony Hopkins

Michael Barrymore

Tara fitzgerald

Gazza

Tiger Woods https://www.thetimes.co.uk/article/tiger-woods-avoids-jail-on-driving-charge-dp9f6gv7n

Lou reed

Marquis of Blandford

F Scott Fitzgerald

Beethoven

Edgar Allan Poe

Diana Ross

Robin Williams

Elton John

Eminem

Lilly Allen

J.L. Austin, Academic, Lung Cancer, 48.

Johnny Cash

Samuel l Jackson

Frank Sinatra

Buzz aldrin

Ben affleck - gambling / alcohol

Ulysses Grant 18th president

Benjamin franklin

George bush jar

Alexander the Great

David Yelland Former editor of Sun.

David Bowie / Ziggy Stardust (Coke)

Eric Clapton

Bill Wilson

W.C. Fields (died of gastric haemorrhage)

Blondie - whose music is used to advertise baileys

Stephen King

Hermann Goering (Morphine)

Hermoine Norris (yellow card)

Brad davis

Tom Maynard

Alec Baldwin

Morgan Freeman

Charlie watts both recovers

William f Buckley

Charles Kennedy

Jamie lee Curtis (daughter of tony Curtis)

Lana del Rey

Barnaby conrad (bulls)

Yazz Yasmin Evans

Peaches Geldolf

Caroline aherne

King Richard 3rd died 1485 battle of bosworth

James beck (dads army)

Fat boy slim

Calvin Harris

50 cent

Prince (Perocet)

Francis Bacon

Anthony kliedis

Shania twain

Peter Townsend

Leona Lewis

Jessie j

Alice cooper

Moby

Ringo Starr

Asquith?

Constantine Chernenko (Soviet president - cirrhosis)

Chris difford (lead sing squeeze)

George IV - gambling mainly.

Henry VIII - sypillus (food issues - drink - sex)

Ozzy osbourne

Jack osbourne

Kelly osbourne

Steve coogan

Paul Gascoigne

Midge Ure

John Daly

Steven Tyler

Nicole Ritchie

Drew Barrymore

Naomi Campbell

Waylon Jennings

Nick Nolte

Martin Sheen

Keith Moon

Kurt Cobain

Rt Hon George Brown MP, Lord George Brown (1914-1985) Labour Belper, 1945-70, excused by his staff of being ‘tired and emotional

Paul Nicholls (ex Eastenders)

Alan Ladd

Jack Lemmon

David Hasselhoff

Errol Flynn - ended up supporting The (Fid)Del - worst film ever - Cuban rebel girls and the Cuban story doc - 1959 - year he died - revolution for alcohol, cocaine, and heroin - these two pieces of art marked the ego, deciept and denial.

Truman Copote

Billy Joel

Jimmy White (Snooker, Crack)

Stephen King

Ernest Hemingway

Diana Ross

Orson Welles (and father)

Ben Affleck (drink / gambling)

Abi Evelyn t (yellow card)

Trinny Woodall

Don Simpson - producer of top gun bev hills cop

Peter Doherty

Gary Richrath (REO Speedwagon guitarist)

Robert Newton - born Shaftesbury 1905 - died Beverly Hills 1956 - heart attack - Shaftesbury most famous alcoholic. Aged 50.

12th Duke of Marlborough - Ex Marquis of Blandford

Henry VIII

Thomas de Quincey - confessions of an English opium eater. (Actually laudanum).

Pat Eddery

Richard Hughes

Dr William Stewart Halsted - inspiration for Clive Owen's Dr John Thackery (The Knick).

Nero?

Frank Skinner

Alexander the Great?

Eric Joyce (former MP)

Robert Mitchum

Osgood )brother of Peter

Lionel Bart

Ira Hayes (flag man)

John Bonham (Windsor)

Joseph "Joe" McCarthy - commies

Dylan Thomas

James Joyce

James Thurber

Gary Moore (singer, 80s)

Jim Morrison (27)

Franklin Pierce (US President, 1853-1857. Liver cirrhosis 1869 aged 64.

Macaulay Culkin

Michael Jackson

Boy George

Carrie Fisher

Beth Morris (voice contestant) - cocaine

Hitler (Barbiturates)

Mussolini, Stalin, Eichmann.

Mao Zedong (barbiturates)

Jeffrey Dahmer (Alcohol)

Johnny Depp (booze)

Rodney Dangerfield

Mickey Mantle (baseball, booze)

Billie Holiday

Melanie Griffith

Ewan McGregor

Tony Hancock

Guy Burgess (spy)

Diana Ross

Shane MacGowen

Craig Charles.

Paul Verlaine (French 19th C Poet)

Toulouse-Lautrec

Melanie Griffith (Percocet)

Elvis (Percocet)

Cindy McCain (wife of John MCCain, Percocet)

Gerald Levert (Percocet)

Bill Werbeniuk

Ant McPartlin

Prince (Fentanyl overdose)

Lil Peep (Fentanyl overdose)

Alex Higgins

Bon Scott (AC/DC)

Kirk Stevens (Cocaine)

La Galue (Louise Weber) - queen of Momartre - can can dancer.

Jeff Hanneman (singer, Slayer)

Yves Saint-Laurent

Florence Ballard (The Supremes)

Colin Milburn (Cricketer)

John Barrymore (Early Hollywood Actor)

Kemal Ataturk (Cirrhosis)

Gail Russell (Early Hollywood icon)

Helen Morgan (American singer and actress)

Ulysses Grant

George Best

Calum Best

Verne Troyer

Keith Whitley (American Country music singer)

William Falkner (American author)

Caspar Fleming (Novelist’s son)

Anna Nicole-Smith

Yootha Joyce (Mildred)

Jerry Bailey - us jockey)

Joe Namath

Walter Swinburn (both dead) alcohol and also eating disorder

Bobby Fischer (Chess)

Willie Thorne ( gambling)

Kirk Stevens

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As though Bradley is a victim of a senseless crime and not a convict who'd murdered two men, Hyde advances in such an unassuming conduct that Bradley almost smiles. A cornered animal, Bradley smiles a half-snarl, though, and says, "I'm not some victim here." Bradley's a victim of the consequence of the actions committed against Nile: stolen cash, stolen art, shooting Norman dead. Bradley isn't a victim. Jenny Smith is a victim. Mila Evans is a victim. (Mila Bradley was a victim, too.) Kyle Hyde is a victim. Not Bradley. Not Bradley. Bradley's a victim of the consequence of the actions committed against Nile, and Bradley's a victim of the consequence of betraying the man he claimed to love. The bruises, the sprained shoulder, the burns, the split lip — the consequences, the well-deserved consequences, of betrayal. Bradley isn't a victim. Bradley doesn't need to be approached as a victim, with hands held up in an attempt at conciliation and appeasement. But Bradley startles back as Hyde's steps closer, back colliding against the wooden door with a thud, and turns the door handle twice. "Door is locked, buddy." But he turns the door handle again, harder, now, as if he'd be able to break the lock if he turned the handle harder and harder and with more weight to it. He bares his teeth, heart beating harder, now, too, as his anxiety is permeated with anger. "I'm not panicking over nothing!" But Bradley knows, rationally, that Hyde is right. The thought of Nile materializing into the hotel room is — ridiculous. If Nile did, somehow, realize where Hyde and Bradley had run off to, Hyde'd rented the room under an alias. But there is no rational thought, not now, because Bradley's terrified. He's so terrified for Hyde that he's in almost hysterics, trembling movements and rough breathing. "You're going to wrestle me back to bed and, what, hold me hostage?" Bradley's so terrified for himself that he's in almost hysterics, trembling moments and rough breathing, because he doesn't want to go back there. "— And then what? Wait for Nile to scoop you off the pavement?" Hyde's right again. Bradley's in no state to run. But rational thought's out the window and, in an attempt against the selfishness of self-preservation, Bradley attempts to slip by Hyde — because the only thing worse than going back there would be Hyde going back there and being tortured the same way he was — but is seized by the wrist before he's able to. And he's silent, staring at Hyde in horror, abject horror, and despair, for a beat. But he's unwavering when he says, "Why?" "Why do you want to help me? After what I did to you —" If Nile deserved to torture Bradley for Evans's death, an eye for an eye, then Hyde sure as hell deserved to shoot Bradley half a decade ago on the docks, a tooth for a tooth. "You should want me dead." Bradley breathes in. "I should've listened to you. I should've told you something." With the last bit of his strength, Bradley wrenches his hand away from Hyde's, but it isn't back to the door Bradley walks away to: It's to the bed, where he sits with a sigh, breath hitching, and a scowl. "I thought the least I could do was ... not drag you down with me." Head in hands, Bradley breathes in again. "I don't know what the fuck you want from me, Kyle —" And breathes out. "— or from any of this, but I know I don't want to go back there." His voice almost breaks. He's sick to his stomach from the blood in his mouth, from the horror and the humiliation and the heartache. "... I need a fuckin' shower." He's been alone for too long.

Kyle has seen enough victims of abuse in his day and was assigned watch over quite a few individuals after they escaped their kidnappers to know the signs of someone teetering on the edge of a breakdown. The thousand yard stare, the tension, the jumping at noises others would consider an everyday occurrence. Kyle just didn't think he'd ever have to see these symptoms on his partner. Well, ex-partner. Lets not get carried away here.

It's why he locked the door and kept the keys on himself. Yes, to keep the world and any potential threats out, but also to keep Bradley from attempting to give him the slip. He's good at that. Good at running, always at least two paces ahead of him, and not only in the figurative sense, even during his prime Kyle rarely was able to keep up with him when Bradley put his mind to chasing something or someone. It's not that Kyle is particularly slow or unfit, but Bradley was always an entirely different beast.

A cornered one, now. There is a wild look to his startling green eyes, hair falling into his face and Kyle watches as the snarl that contorts Bradley's features causes the split in his lip to start bleeding again.

You'll wind up dead, too.

"Been five years and I'm still standing, aren't I?" He shoots back, and he knows it's not that easy. He knows that if Nile wanted him dead he likely would be, but right now that's not important, because Bradley isn't being rational either. He's breaking down, and the only thing Kyle can do is wait for him to shatter and then make to pick up the pieces.

Kyle raises his hands, showing no ill intent or weaponry as he slowly advances towards his partner. I'm not a dog. Bradley told him just now, but he definitely looks like one now, like one beaten by his former master, hackles raised, body wound tight like a bowstring about to snap and absolutely ready to bite the hand that is trying to feed him.

"Calm down, Bradley." Hyde soothes, trying to keep any emotion from his words, trying to sound firm and certain even though it hurts and agitates him to see him like this. Kyle even has to put in some extra effort to not have his voice waver on Bradley's name. "Even if they're already looking for you they won't come barging in here just like that. We'd hear them coming."

He takes another step, but stops again when Bradley flinches away and his back hits the door. The door handle rattles as Bradley turns it a few more times, his eyes never leaving Kyle's.

Kyle's expression softens. "Door is locked, buddy." He takes a deeper breath. "Come on. You're panicking over nothing and you know it."

It's not that Kyle doesn't take this seriously, but he knows that even though it may seem that way at times, Nile's people aren't omniscient. It would take them time to find them. They can spare a few hours. Hell, they might even have as much as a day or two, although Kyle isn't willing to risk it.

Still, he plants himself firmly infront of Bradley, ready to get him to comply by force, although he's mostly just making ready to catch him should his strength begin to leave him again and judging by the trembling of his body it wouldn't take long for him to lose the battle against his exhaustion.

"Want me to wrestle you back to the bed? Because I will. You wouldn't stand a chance right now and we both know it." The lack of proper force in the shoves Bradley subjected him to just now are proof enough. But Bradley doesn't let up, doesn't let his guard down and Kyle can feel the agitation rise within him. "Look at you, you'd not make it two steps out of this building before collapsing, and then what? Wait for Nile to scoop you off the pavement?"

This time Kyle does take the last few steps that seperate them and catches Bradley's wrist as he tries to wind himself out of his reach.

"Fuck's sake, Bradley. Just let me help you!"

The words fall between them like a brick through glass. Sharp, loud and the latter part of the sentence is maybe a tad more desperate than Kyle intends it to be. But five years of frustration and helplessness and not knowing where to look next, afraid that one day he'd find Bradley and it would be too late, that he'd find him in a puddle of his own blood, eyes empty and devoid of life... it gets to a man. It definitely has gotten to Kyle. Hell, he's had nightmares about that day at the docks more times than he can count and that is only the tip of the iceberg of crap he's been pushing down for years at this point.

But fuck if this right here isn't all he could have hoped for. Half a decade of chasing shadows and he will not let him slip through his fingers now that he has finally found him. Nile be damned. The danger he puts himself in be damned. He is not letting him go again.

#limitsofdoubt

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mydearburkhart · 4 years ago

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How do you think hyde and jackie would have said I love you if the whole "get off my boyfriend" and the nurse incident hadn't happened?

I wish they had said I love you in a not Kelso induced problem.

oh, how i wish the producers weren't obsessed about all that jelso drama! :((( no one >>>absolutely no one<<< can convince me that was necessary, i refuse to believe it! (and that's not up for debate)

jackie and hyde were so chill and happy then BAM! let's ruin their happiness getting jackie to randomly yell "get off my boyfriend" to kelso's new girlfriend. and then let's get them back together just so hyde can rub her mistake on her face, act like an asshole, see her and kelso on the couch and cheat on her 🤡 (the same guy who stated himself that he was better than kelso)

they did us dirty.

but let's create different scenarios to bring us a little joy :)

i think jackie would have said it first, like she did on the show. but it would be so random and natural, that it would take her a while to notice.

[...]

"What did you just say?" He asked.

His voice barely there, throat dry and slightly breathless. She said it so naturally, as if she did that often.

She looked at him, stopping in the middle of their gossip session. She'd tell him everything that happened at school that day, he'd pretend to listen and she'd pretend to believe he was just pretending.

"About what Puddin'?"

She honestly didn't know. In the last ten minutes, she said at least 50 different things. It was hard to keep up with it sometimes.

"You know..."

"About my hair? My nails? The rumors Pam Macy spread about me? The rumors I started about her? The rumors about Kat Peterson and Jake Bradley? I know they're true, I saw them hooking up in the projecting room above the auditorium last Thursday."

"No, that's not what you said..." He was pale and shaking. How is she not freaking out?

"Puddin', I think you're sick. We should get Mrs. Forman..." She was about to go upstairs, but he pulled her to his lap.

"Jackie... you said you love me."

"Oh."

That explained why he was freaking out. She giggled at his state, the poor guy was so in love with her.

"Well, Steven, it's true. I love you. Deal with that."

Then, she kissed him. And he knew it was true.

[...]

hyde is a whole different story, though. he realized he loved her way before saying it. he only said it when it got to the point he couldn't keep that to himself anymore.

[...]

"Oh, man."

"What is it, Puddin'?"

"I'm about to say something..."

"Are you high?"

"I wish I was. Listen, Jackie, I'm about to say something I never said before, something new for you..."

"Just say it!"

"I love you, damn it!"

"Oh... that's it? That's the news? It's cute you thought I didn't know, you're always talking on your sleep..."

[...]

well, that's it. ty for the question, i love to interact here 💖 (sorry if there's any grammar mistakes)

#ask response #that 70s show #that '70s show #jackie burkhart #steven hyde #burkhyde #zenmasters

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eizneckam · 4 years ago

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Not that this would ever happen, but I like rolling around the idea of fancasts in my head, so here’s some ideas for an Omori fancast (I used mostly anime VAs since they tend to do video games too). I’ll put a couple roles next to the names in case you don’t recognize them so you can look them up:

Main Cast

Sunny/Omori - I mean. This VA would get Persona levels of “no actual voice lines”, since neither of these characters speak until the last 5% of the game, but still… I saw someone suggest Kyle McCarley (Hyde Kido from UNIB, Shinji from Fate/stay night, Narancia from JJBA: Golden Wind) for this, and even if I weren’t a huge fan of Kyle, I still would choose him for this. It’s actually a really good fit. (Of course, this video contains an… interesting alternate suggestion.)

Aubrey - Cassandra Lee (Taiga Aisaka from Toradora!, Kyubey from Madoka Magica). Again, this is a bit of personal bias since she’s one of my favorite VAs, but she can do both the “cute little girl” voice (for Headspace Aubrey) and the “abrasive” voice (for the real Aubrey), so I think this works out really well.

Kel - Two VAs for this one. I think in real life, Kel would be one of those boys who’s tiny and cute when he’s little, but grows up to have a surprisingly deep voice, so for Headspace Kel I went with Brittney Karbowski (Selim Bradley from FMAB, Black Star from Soul Eater) since I think she’s one of the few female VAs that can do an actually good impression of a little boy’s voice. (Maxey Whitehead (Alphonse Elric from FMAB) would also work.) For the real Kel, I would probably go with Austin Tindle (Karma Akabane from Assassination Classroom), since he sounds friendly (though Karma is really anything but).

Hero - This was the hardest one for me, because I feel like Hero’s voice needs to be just right. After a lot of deliberation, I settled on two - Johnny Yong Bosch (Yu Narukami from Persona 4) or Bryce Papenbrook (Shirou Emiya from Fate/stay night). I still don’t know if these are correct, so if you have a better idea, tell me.

Mari - Cristina Vee (Sakura Matou from Fate/stay night and countless others). This is one of those that I can’t really explain, only say that it fits in my head. Don’t you agree?

Basil - ...okay. I’m just going to say - I actually don’t like the “female VA plays young boy” trope. Yes, I know I did it for Kel above, but I used two actresses who I actually think can pull it off - I just don’t think most female VAs are good at it (not that they’re bad actors - it’s just that despite similar pitches, a young boy’s voice still sounds different from an adult woman’s). All that said… there’s no way I hear Basil with a male VA. Maybe one with an extremely high-pitched voice, but until someone can suggest one of those, I’ll go with Lindsay Seidel (Nagisa Shiota from Assassination Classroom). She’s among those few actresses I mentioned who can somewhat pull off the “young boy” voice. Of course, I also chose her because of the similarities between Nagisa and Basil - young man, looks like a girl (kinda), bad parents, seems shy but has a hidden dangerous side, etc. So yeah. (This explanation was unnecessarily long.) ...except several meme videos have also made me read Basil with the voice of Red Van Buskirk (Silver from Real-Time Fandub), which, despite being a joke idea, works scarily well.

Side Characters

Pluto - One of two actors. Either Christopher Sabat or Patrick Seitz, as they are the biggest hams the English-speaking VA community has to offer. (See: Vegeta and Dio.) Now that I’m thinking about it, Sung-Won Cho (a.k.a. ProZD) would be perfect too.

Space Boyfriend - Thanks to Osulan, I am unable to unhear SB as Chase Young (a.k.a. Mephiles from the Real-Time Fandub series). This is not a serious choice, but it’s the only one I have.

Sweetheart - Due to Sweetheart essentially being “Beatrice+Erika minus the nasty bits”, I really want to say Sayaka Ohara (the voice of Beatrice). But I did say English voice actors, so we’ll go with Mela Lee (Rachel Alucard from BlazBlue), mainly because Rachel and Sweetheart are both “elegant lady”-type characters.

Mr. Jawsum - Probably Patrick Seitz again. Yeah, actually I think this one works.

Slime Girls - I really don’t know about this one… Probably Monica Rial for Marina, Jamie Marchi for Molly, and Laura Bailey for Medusa. That sounds about right.

Humphrey - As a joke idea, Humphrey with the voice of Tom Kenny (Spongebob from… well) would be absolutely hilarious. (Imagine Spunch Bop saying “I fucking love air conditioning”.) Anyway, for a real idea, maybe Sonny Strait because Koro-sensei’s and Humphrey’s laughs are eerily similar. (Also, Sonny Strait is scarily good at changing his voice pitch. I would never recognize Krillin, Hughes, and Kyuzo as all being the same person.)

Hooligang - Unfortunately, I couldn’t really think of any except Todd Haberkorn (Ling from FMAB, Italy from Hetalia) for Mikhael, so if you have any ideas, add them.

I’m out of ideas. (Sorry, Polly.) Feel free to debate (politely) and add more.

#omori #omori spoilers #probably #oh god #am i going to have to tag every character #sigh #omori omori #omori sunny #omori aubrey #omori kel #omori hero #omori mari #omori basil #alright NO #i ... am NOT doing that #long post #very long post

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am I making shit up or does Hyde’s daughter like Bradley? Didn’t they talk that time he went to buy plan B at the same time Beau was buying medicine?

Yes you’re absolutely right!

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einsteinsugly · 3 years ago

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The Gang of Six (Well, Mostly Four), and Some School Headcanons:

*Donna and Eric meet first, in '64, when Donna moves from New Jersey. However, they're in separate kindergarten classes (where Donna can't keep her pants...well, her skirt on. It's her form of rebellion, because she just wants to be able to wear pants, damn it). Hyde's in a different kindergarten class, and Kelso's in Kenosha. *Hyde and Kelso come into the picture in '66. All four of them are in the same first grade class. Kelso moves to Point Place; his mother's family (the Caseys) lives there. *For a long time, they're the gang of four. In second grade, Kelso's in a different class, so Hyde, Donna, and Eric form a special bond. In third grade, Eric and Hyde are in the same class. Donna and Kelso are each in separate classes. *Eric has a hard time later in elementary school. Kelso's the only other one in his fourth grade class, and in fifth and sixth grade, he has no one. Eric definitely struggles the most socially (although Hyde is a close second), from late elementary school to early high school. He doesn't fit in, and he's not academically adept enough to be classified as a stereotypical nerd. Overall, in terms of academics, he does well in history. At some point, gets into the history honors classes (that's why he's a smug ass about it in Who Wants It More (3x11) because that's all the clout he has). He's good enough at math, too, but it doesn't really hold his interest. Unless he's dragged into it (think Cady Heron being dragged into Mathletes). *Hyde has potential as a child prodigy, but doesn't engage in the world of academics. At all. Which drives his teachers crazy. Normal parents would try to push him to engage in said world, but Bud and Edna don't give a shit, so Hyde's on the sidelines. Where he thinks he belongs. *Donna's a good student, and she's in both honors English and history classes. But like Cady Heron, she purposely struggles in some of her classes to get attention (I keep making Mean Girls analogies, but it works). Her parents are busy arguing, and she wants attention. Good or bad. Which almost gets her booted from honors English. Bob: You just decided not to do a book report? Why?

Donna: Shakespeare doesn't capture my attention.

Midge: Shakespeare always confused me, too. *Do I even need to talk about Kelso? He barely scrapes by. He's ever so slightly better at math and science, compared to English and history. He's popular, but not Jake Bradley popular. *Oh, and Laurie struggles socially, too. She's not a tomboy, and is definitely more of a girly girl, but she doesn't get along with many other girls in her class. She's too hostile and aggressive, and doesn't really play their petty games. She only plays her own petty games, thank you very much. Instead, she prefers to hang around the boys, and has numerous elementary and middle school boyfriends. She becomes sexually active pretty early, too, around seventh grade (losing her virginity to a boy named Darren, if I can recall correctly). Further alienating her from the other girls, because they think she's a whore. To some extent, she embraces it and really masters the art of middle school/high school politics, and that's how she kind of gets out of it. She becomes popular enough, but she really has no real friends, just a bunch of fake ones. *Meanwhile, Jackie's on the sidelines, being a grade below the others and being in different social circles. She interacts with Kelso occasionally, as he's the most popular of the four. She's an ambitious perfectionist, to her core, because that's what she's been taught (and honestly, to a significant extent, it also comes naturally to her). To hide all the messy stuff lurking underneath. She's smart, especially in regards to business and marketing (like her father), but plays dumb when it suits her socially. But she's insanely competitive, so she typically does well in school. And as a cheerleader, manipulating her superficial social circle to her advantage. *Fez comes in much later, so I'll keep quiet about him. For now.

#that 70s show #that 90s show #eric forman #donna pinciotti #eric and donna #steven hyde #jackie burkhart #laurie forman #michael kelso #fez

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jefferoni-quotes · 5 years ago

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Jamilton Playlist - Updated

hey! so a while back i made a jamilton playlist, but since then i’ve added and removed a few songs. some songs have simply been removed because i dont enjoy them anymore. as always, leave recommendations and add ideas!

Hey Stupid, I Love You by JP Saxe - Listen, this song is so perfect. Someone sent me an ask about it once so I gave it a listen and it fits so well! They’re both so stupid. “hE cAnT cArE aBoUt mE hE hAtEs mE”

Heather by Conan Gray - This one is a bit angstier. Alexander about Thomartha. Except, the last chorus. Thomas kisses him and all Alexander can react with is shock. He thinks it’s a prank or a sick joke, so he gets mad. “Why would you ever kiss me? I’m not even half as pretty!” (Please,,, don’t steal this idea I’m writing it :( )

Overwhelming by Jon Bellion - This is such a good song. I’m thinking first verse from Thomas’ perspective and the second from Alexander’s. The rest is up to you. It has some amazing lines like, “there is a potion in your lips, so sweet, I’d die.” And, “there is an ocean in your hips so deep I’d die.” It’s such an amazing song, go listen to Jon Bellion, I love him.

Boys Will Be Bugs by Cavetown - There’s a lot of cavetown songs on this list so bare with me. Thomas has fragile masculinity and my mind can’t be changed. Also I like applying Thomas to cavetown songs sorry not sorry. “If you wanna cry make sure that they never see it, or even better yet, block it out and never feel it.” Mmm, just sayin’.

Sweet Tooth by Cavetown - I don’t really have an explanation for this other than it’s a good song and it inspires a lot of Jamilton within me.

Telescope by Cavetown - Same as last time, it gives me motivation to write Jamilton. Mostly Jefferson angst, not gonna lie

IV. Sweatpants by Childish Gambino - LiSten this song is so perfect for Thomas. “Rich kid asshole, paint me as a villain.” B U T after the line “I don’t give a fuck about my family name!” The song changes for a few seconds before it goes back to normal and I think that’s an excellent opportunity to slip in TJ angst.

Affluenza by Conan Gray - Mm, angst? I think so. This time I say we add some Lafayette and Madison since they were both rich too. I just think this would be nice to see Alexander helping Thomas find some motivation again.

HOLD ME TIGHT OR DON’T by Fall Out Boy - It’s just a go to song for ships! It’s cute okay–

bad idea! by girl in red - They probably think sleeping with their rival is a bad idea. But that won’t stop them! Anyway, I feel like the first verse/chorus is from Alexander’s P.O.V, and the second verse/chorus from Thomas’s P.O.V, the rest could be shared or split up however you’d like.

Peach Scone by Hobo Johnson - First of all, this song slaps. It’s so good. Its unique and I love it. Also, its totally from Thomas’ perspective. He’s helping Alexander with his relationship with Eliza and pretending he doesnt have the biggest fucking crush on him.

Hot Fuck No Love by clipping.- Listen its sung by clipping. Daveed fucking sings this. You know I had to.

Dazzle by Oh Wonder - Thomas trying to impress Alexander. And Alexander being, “haha yeah you cute but also you don’t know what you’re doing with your life."

Sunshine Riptide by Fall Out Boy and Burna Boy - It fits well. A lot of FØB songs do. I get a lot of inspiration from this.

Backyard Boy by Claire Rosinkranz - High School AU. S,,soft,,,, they’re happy together. But also this could be angsty, like at the end. Turn it into a bittersweet ending.

Drinking Alone by Carrie Underwood - Thomas is sad and at a bar, Alexander tries to make conversation. They get drunk and hook up? I think so!

Beautiful Trauma by P!nk - Unstable relationship? I think so. Also the music video? Just saying… this could easily be Jamilmads too. P!nk being Alexander. Thomas being the husband. Listen I’m just s a y in g

Shallow by Lady Gaga and Bradley Cooper - I just find this song so sweet and Jamilton deserves to be sweet sometimes okay.

Lemon Boy by Cavetown - Alexander being the metaphorical Lemon Boy. Everytime Thomas tries to get rid of him be appears again until he learns to live with (and eventually love) him.

Can’t Help Falling In Love by Twenty One Pilots - The cover of the Elvis Presley one because this one is a little more fast paced and that fits Jamilton better.

Sex With A Ghost by Teddy Hyde - Listen, after the duel. Thomas is trying to forget about Alexander but swears he keeps seeing him in the mirror and- hang on a second, where did those hickies come from?

Sweet Hibiscus Tea by Penelope Scott - I get many Jamilton ideas from this song, certain lines. “I am not your protagonist, I’m not even my own,” I’m just saying, I’m feeling some Jamilton in this song.

How To Be A Heartbreaker by MARINA - I can’t believe this wasn’t on the playlist until now! Picture it, Thomas gets rejected (you can decide who rejected him, I like to think it was Angelica, but this also works with him being rejected multiple times) and it hits a little hard. He decides from there on to stick to the heart-breaker role, and do onto others as was done onto him. Hence, leading Alexander on.

Hatef–k by The Bravery - I found this song recently and I fell in love. It’s so damn good, and it fits Jamilton to a T. Enemies to lovers hookup that leads to feelings? Yes.

prom dress by mxmtoon - I’m not sure why I saved this one, it just feels angsty. Alexander’s date ditching him at prom and crying in the bathroom when Thomas walks in, they talk it out and hang out together at prom. Mmm.

Devil Town by Cavetown - “Mom and daddy aren’t in love, that’s fine, I’ll settle for two birthdays” both of them! I really love applying cavetown songs to Thomas (and Alexander)

Choke by I DON’T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME - Jamilton but while they’re still enemies. The song sounds so upbeat but the lyrics are like… homicidal and I think that’s pretty perfect.

Strawberries & Cigarettes by Troye Sivan - Them…….. being cute. I always think that this could be a nice high school AU, with them in senior year.

Can’t Sleep Love by Pentatonix - The two of them kind of start dating, but it’s never official. They can’t seem to sleep without the other being there. The very last “can’t sleep love” is Thomas finally messaging Alexander that he ‘can’t sleep’ and the last “yeah!” is Alexander responding that he’ll come over.

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