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linneawritesstories · 4 years ago

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Review of Library of Souls by Ransom Riggs

Library of Souls by Ransom Riggs is the third novel in the Miss Peregrine’s Peculiar Children series. I have also reviewed the previous two books, Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children and Hollow City.

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After the events of Hollow City, Jacob, Emma, and Addison on are on their own in their quest to rescue Miss Peregrine from the wights. And now the wights have the rest of their friends as well. With the help of the intrepid Addison’s Peculiar-sensitive nose, they are able to track the wights and their captives to the loop entrance leading to Devil’s Acre. They must pay for passage from a mysterious boatman, who warns them to trust no one and swears not to help them beyond transporting them safely to the shore.

Setting

While Library of Souls by Ransom Riggs begins in modern-day London, but by chapter two Jacob, Emma, and Addison are in Devil’s Acre. The exact year of the time loop is never stated, however, it was long before the invention of modern plumbing as its inhabitants dump their waste in the river. Sharon, the boatman, describes Devil’s Acre as containing, “Nasty things… Dreadful things. Vile things. Anything you like, so long as what you like is nasty, dreadful, and vile…” It is home to outlaws, mercenaries, and exiles.

Ransom Riggs’ talent for descriptive writing means that we get to see Devil’s Acre in sordid detail, from the stinking water of The Ditch to the flower boxes on Oozing Street.

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Characters

I was pleased that Addison the talking boxer returned in this book, as I enjoyed him immensely in Hollow City. He is proud, courageous, and loyal to the point of recklessness, as indicated by how he charges off anytime he thinks Miss Wren, his ymbryne, is nearby. In fact, his pride and recklessness results in him often blurting things out, revealing that he is a Peculiar dog at inappropriate times, such as around Normals.

Jacob grows braver and more sure of himself. However, he retains his natural timidity, which means that he is cautious and doesn’t fall victim to the typical male protagonist brashness. If Jacob had his way, there would always be time to come up with a plan. That’s not his reality, though, so he has learned to be more flexible and to think on his feet as the series grows on. I’m very pleased with his growth from a bored, nihilistic teenager to a brave, selfless young man.

The brashness belongs to Emma. Emma has a strong sense of justice, which gets them into more than one mess. She can’t bring herself to look away from people being treated poorly, even for the sake of rescuing Miss Peregrine, who she loves like a mother. She is far more than a love interest, and does her part to advance the plot.

There were also a number of new characters introduced in this book.

Sharon

I knew from the moment we met our seven-foot-tall, hooded boatman that I was going to love him. He’s sarcastic, he’s morally-ambiguous, he’s got pet rats that he refers to himself as “daddy” to. I was guaranteed to like him. So I hope that he would stick around for more than that one scene, and sure enough Emma and Jacob were able to convince him to help them navigate Devil’s Acre. Sharon is a Peculiar, but his power is never explained. I, personally, am assuming it has to do with rat communication. Sharon is a nuanced, round character, and he is my favourite of the new characters in Library of Souls.

Mr. Bentham

The younger of Miss Peregrine’s brothers. The council of ymbrynes exiled him to Devil’s Acre for his part in creating the hollows. Bentham is weak both physically and mentally, often requiring his grimbear bodyguard PT to carry him around his own house. He has a checkered past of good deeds and bad, and neither Emma nor Jacob trust him despite the assistance he renders to them.

Caul

The older of Miss Peregrine’s two brothers. Caul, whose birth name is Jack, is the leader of the wights. While he appeared in Hollow City, we get to see more of him as a character in Library of Souls. Caul is sadistic and selfish, with no loyalty to his own men or his siblings. All Caul wants is to rule the world. To achieve that, there is nothing he isn’t willing to do. Torture children? Threaten his own brother? All fine in Caul’s book. While his motives aren’t complex, he is sensible enough to never put himself in harm’s way. He holds deep bitterness for his sister, Miss Peregrine’s, status as an ymbryne, which gives her great status in matriarchal Peculiar society. This seems to have factored in to his desire to rule Peculiardom as its king.

Mother Dust

Mother Dust is not a major character, but I feel she is worth mentioning. She is a healer in Bentham’s employ who gives Emma and Jacob a tool to help them infiltrate the wights’ fortress. To use her healing power, she has to rub her flesh into dust to sprinkle on wounds. This means that her power harms her each time its used. When Emma asked her about it, Mother Dust said through her assistant Reynaldo that this is how she was chosen to serve. The narrative implies that she has no tongue, so she never speaks directly. Reynaldo translates everything she says. Mother Dust might be French, as Reynaldo has a French accent.

Final Thoughts on Library of Souls by Ransom Riggs

I loved Library of Souls from start to finish. It was one of those books that I was sad to see end, though I was satisfied by the conclusion. The first thing I did after reading the last page was excitedly tell all my friends how much I enjoyed the book.

I know that there are more books in the series, so I’ll definitely be picking them up. Library of Souls tied up the loose ends from the previous two books, so I’m curious about what the other books will be about.

Definitely recommended! However, there are applicable trigger warnings: torture, madness, human experimentation, unlawful confinement, slavery, drugs, needles, blood, injury, and child abuse.

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xxisxxisxxis · 5 years ago

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Gateway Drug | Twenty-Two

Table of Content or Chapter Twenty-One

Pairing: Douglas Booth!Nikki Sixx x OC

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Warning(s): LANGUAGE, MENTIONS OF DRUG ABUSE

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"...It's, um..." I shimmy on a plum purple long sleeved mini-dress, and head to put my heels on as Tansy rambles, glancing around the apartment that only contains one bed and no refrigerator.

"Shitty." I blatantly finish for her and she glares at me.

"I was going to say, 'humble'." She states. "It's not as bad as what you guys lived in when you first started dating."

"He'd rather have a brand new corvette instead of a decent apartment so this is what we got because his buddy Robbin is nice enough to let us move in."

"There's not a couch. Or another bed. Where are you guys gonna sleep?" She asks, like np a concerned mother.

"He told us he'll crash on the floor and let us have the bed and he wouldn't let me or Nikki argue with him about it." I explain to her, deciding to keep unpacking while I wait for Nikki, cutting open another box of our things. "Where's Sparkles?" I ask her, getting joy from the unamused look on her face at the mispronunciation of his name.

"New Jersey. He had to go to a shoot." She tells me.

"Ah." I nod, setting my picture frames on the table.

"Speaking of shoots, I got a call last night and got some really great news." She starts, piquing my interest, and I look at her. "You are currently looking at 'Playmate of the Month: Miss December 1984'."

"Tansy, are you serious?!" I nearly drop my picture frame.

"I have my photos taken for it in the end of August." She adds, excitedly.

"Oh, my goodness, Tans." I pull her to me, hugging her tightly. "That's amazing."

"I'm kinda nervous about it." She tells me when I pull away and I furrow my brows. "Do you know how big a centerfold is? People are gonna be able to see every little detail, Viv."

"That's the point of a centerfold poster, Tansy. It's big enough to see clearly from anywhere in the room."

"I know but I'm not like a lot of the other women, ya know? I don't have perfect..." She motions her hands in the general direction of her breasts and between her legs.

"I've seen you naked up close and personal plenty of times. You are absolutely stunning. And if you're uncomfortable being naked you can tell them, 'no'."

"And be complicated and hard to work with, are you kidding me?!" She squeaks and I breathe out.

"You gotta speak up for yourself." I politely break it to her.

"Well, ya know, it's not that big of a deal, Viv." She brushes it off in a soft tone and I give her a pointed look.

"Tansy, you're more modest than I am." I state, crossing my arms.

"Well, modeling is different." She tries to convince me and I just shake my head a little.

"Okay. But just know your hands aren't tied, here. You've got to put your foot down if you're too uncomfortable with something."

"I am." She assures me. "But as of now, I'm not uncomfortable. Just nervous. And I'll be fine."

"Whatever you say." I reply, rolling my eyes as the lock in the door flips and the door opens to reveal Nikki and Robbin.

My dearly beloved is waving a pair of unfamiliar car-keys with a look on his face that mimics the satisfied look he gets when he cums.

"Hey, Tans, what're you doing here?" Nikki enthusiastically brightens up even more at the sight of her and she steps to him and is engulfed in a hug.

"I'm helping you guys move in." She replies as if it's obvious.

Robbin stays quiet until he's clearing his throat like an eager puppy, his eyes fixated on the blonde he towers an entire foot and three inches over.

"Oh, yeah. Tansy." He explains, motioning to her. "And Robbin." He tells her and hold back a chuckle at the way Robbin clumsily behaves towards her.

He goes to say, "hey", but the words are caught in his throat and he's just got this dopey smile on. His eyes might as well turn in to cartoon hearts because his expression is a dead give away that he's either about to cream his pants, about to fall in love with her, or about to fall to his knees and worship the ground she walks on.

Tansy had that affect on people.

I've always thought of her as a hybrid of Sharon Tate and Marilyn Monroe.

Beautiful, smart, funny, charmingly clumsy at times, while still managing to get exactly what she wanted, but also, an incredibly troubled individual.

She was riddled with daddy issues, beginning to develop drastic mommy issues, and was truthfully tired. But she wouldn't let anyone know she was tired.

No, out and about she was always glamorous, even if it took a few hours to get her to look it. By 1986, there was a system that had been perfected for her by her mother and management team, written down and given to Doc for when Tansy came on tour with us or visited L.A.:

1. Shower with expensive body washes to get rid of the smell of death lingering on her, and thick conditioner to get tangles out of rat-nested blonde hair

2. Apply heavy duty makeup over track marks and under eye circles, adding lots of warm toned foundation and rouge to make her skin appear healthy and glowing.

3. Comb leave in conditioner and de-tangler through her hair to ensure all naps are out of it, then style it however way is needed.

4. Pick out an outfit that covers most of her tracks, or pair a revealing outfit with big, sparkly earrings to draw attention away from them.

5. If she's wearing a skirt or shorts, she needs to wear thigh-high boots to really cover the marks on her feet and legs.

6. Finish off with expensive perfume for good measure.

Nikki thought it was weird how she could go from being in the closet with him, freebasing and shooting up, to looking completely healthy and sober in a matter of hours.

Tansy couldn't fool Nikki, not even a little bit, because they were living the same exact lie.

She once told me Nikki was the only one who'd really seen her, and she'd really seen him.

I didn't want to know what exactly it was that they saw in each other. I knew it would have broken my heart more than it already was at that time.

"It's nice to meet you." She tells Robbin, trying not to smile at the fact that he's got her hand in a strong grip and hasn't let up for twenty seconds.

"You too." He finally pulls himself out of hypnosis and lets go of her hand.

"Right, well, me and Viv got a double date with Vince and Beth, so..." Nikki cuts through the silence that falls over everyone.

"You're leaving us?" Robbin whispers to Nikki as Tansy tells me about something I can't quite hear her say because I'm not paying attention.

Nikki gives a shit-eating grin and nudges him.

"Yeah, man, use your time wisely." He replies in the same hushed tone.

"I'll kill you both." I threaten quietly, giving them a death look as Tansy finishes what she was saying.

"Viv, c'mon." Nikki insists, grasping my hand.

I grab my purse, reassuring Tansy I'll see her later if she's not here when we get home.

"We'll be back in a couple hours." He says as we step out.

"What the hell was that?" I ask him, hitting him a little and he rolls his eyes.

"It was a joke, Viv. Just chill out." He puts his arm around me. I cut my eyes but make myself relax nonetheless.

Just as we get downstairs, he's stopping me and putting his hands over my eyes.

"Nikki, I know what your corvette looks like. Black is a pretty common color scheme for you." I giggle, my fingers holding over his as he chuckles behind me and leads me out to the parking lot.

"I know, but..." He elongates the "But" for emphasis and stops us. "...do you know what your corvette looks like?"

He uncovers my eyes and I'm met with the sight of a brand new Black corvette, and a light-blue metallic corvette.

"The dude at the dealership digs our music so I got a 'buy one get one $5,000 off'." He explains and I don't know whether to hit him for spending money we really couldn't afford to spend, or say "screw dinner", take him upstairs, kick Tansy and Robbin out, and give him the best sex of his life for buying me a car.

Either way, I'm rendered speechless.

"Well?" He asks me, his hands rubbing up and down the sleeves of my arms, anxiously awaiting my answer.

I turn to face him, my hand pushing his bangs, that nearly cover his eyes, up so I can see them clearly.

I love you, I think in my mind, but my mouth speaks:

"You didn't have to do this for me." I tell him as guilt settles in my gut, knowing he blew a majority of the money he got from tour, and he takes my face between his hands, smushing it a little, before replying:

“Happy anniversary.”

I smile, and he leans down and presses his lips to mine for a second.

“Alright, I’m starving.” He says when he pulls away, putting his hand on my back to guide me to the passenger side of the car.

He opens my door for me and I’m tempted to ask who he is and what he’s done with Nikki Sixx, but decide to enjoy the out of character swoon-fishing.

It’s more Vince’s style.

We get to the out of budget restaurant that Vince has a table reserved at, and by the time we get inside, we see the blonde singer on his second glass of wine and Beth wasn’t anywhere to be found.

“Don’t you look nice?” He asks me with a smirk as we get closer.

“You do, too.” I offer back.

“Got you a water and you a wine.” He tells us.

“Where’s MacBitch?” Nikki asks as we sit across the table from him and he rolls his eyes.

“She’s getting something out of the car.” He replies. “Happy Anniversary.” He adds.

“Thanks, dude.” Nikki smiles and the waiter sits the glass of white wine in front of him and a glass of water in front of me.

“Thank you.” I tell the waiter and he steps away for a moment.

“Yeah, I’m glad you guys are still goin’ strong.” Vince continues. “I hope you can last longer than me and Beth.”

“Why do you say that?” I ask, taking my glass to take a sip of water.

“Oh, I’m telling her I want a divorce, tonight.” He casually explains and I nearly spit my water out.

“Woah.” Nikki laughs, obviously amused by this while I am horrified.

“Y-you want a divorce—how?! You haven’t even been married more than two years?” I whisper yell.

“The two year itch, Viv.” He defends himself.

“It’s seven. It’s the seven year itch, Vince, and after everything of your’s she’s put up with, you repay her with a divorce she doesn’t even see coming?”

“Hey, I thought long and hard about this and it’s what’s best for the both of us. I’m just bored and unhappy and she’s unhappy so it just makes sense.”

“Vince, this is our anniversary dinner.” I motion to Nikki. “If you announce your divorce to your wife at our anniversary dinner, so help me, God, I will kick your as—”

“Hey, baby.” Vince greets Beth as she steps to the table and she smiles.

“Sorry it took me so long, I couldn’t get my ring from between the seat and the console.” Beth explains in reference to her shining wedding ring. “I don’t know what I’d do if I lost it.”

Nikki looks at me and I look at him and we both look at Vince, who’s got a smug expression on.

By the time we order our food—Salmon for me, steak for Nikki—Nikki’s telling Vince about possible concept art for the cover of the new album.

“I’m thinkin’ ‘Entertainment Death’.” Nikki explains. “Ya know, kinda have a play on light and dark elements.”

“Right, right, because entertainment is fun and lively and death isn’t.” Vince pretends to have any idea what’s going on in Nikki’s mind.

The gears are always turning.

“Exactly, man. Good shit and bad shit.” Nikki replies. “I’m already on some new songs, though, so if you have any suggestions let me know and we’ll work something up.”

“Cool, man.” Vince nods.

We get our food and eat, hearing Beth go on and on about the new apartment they just got and how she can’t wait to have kids.

My heart breaks for her. I wish I could tell her what Vince does when she’s not around, but my loyalties are with Vince, Mick, Tommy, Nikki and Tansy, and even when they’re wrong, I won’t tell anybody.

I’ll just tell them they’re wrong in private.

Just as Vince wipes his mouth with his napkin, Beth emphasizes the need for a nursery as soon as possible—which causes my own anxiety because I have yet to tell Nikki I’m nine weeks pregnant—and Vince just nods and waits for her to hush so he can talk.

I nearly fall out of my seat when Vince and Beth simultaneously reveal:

“I’m pregnant.”

“I want a divorce.”

The look of absolute horror on the both of their faces is astonishing.

“I want another glass of wine.” Nikki blatantly spews out, feeling as burdened as I do at the fact that we have to witness this.

“A divorce?!” Beth exclaims. “I tell you I’m carrying your child and you tell me you want a fucking divorce?!”

“We’re gonna head out.” Nikki tells me and I couldn’t agree more.

Just as we’re standing, though, Beth darts her venom fueled eyes my way.

“This is your fault!” She accuses and I raise my brows in confusion.

“What?” I ask.

“Will you stop being so loud?” Vince asks her, seeing people staring at us.

“You and Tansy have never liked me and have always tried to turn him against me.” She throws at me.

“I’ve never once have mentioned a divorce to him, Beth.” I argue and she rolls her jaw.

“I’ve heard everything you’ve said about me, Vivian, don’t act innocent in this.” She hisses.

“Hey! Back the fuck off.” Nikki snaps at her as I put my purse back down.

“I sure as hell hope you’ve heard everything I’ve said about you because I said it to your face, and only to your face.” I shoot back. “However, If you need a refresher on why I don’t like you: you’re uppity, bitchy, accusatory, conclusion-jumping, money-wallowing, selfish, and the only thing you’re full of, more than diet supplements, is shit. I don’t have to talk to Vince into getting tired of you and leaving because you’re perfectly capable of running him off all by yourself!”

I don’t waste another minute of my time and grab my purse just as the manager is stepping towards us to ask us to leave, before stomping out.

Nikki pays our part of the bill and meets me at the car.

“You made her cry.” He tells me, grabbing the keys and I keep my arms crossed.

“I’ll care in a couple of hours when God convicts me and forces me to call and apologize. But as of now I could give a fuck.”

“I like you like this.” He admits, grinning as we get in to the car. “You’re more...” he tries to find the words to say.

“Rabid bitch?” I ask and he thinks about it and nods.

“Yeah, kinda. It’s hot when I’m not on the receiving end.” He shrugs and I roll my eyes. “Which I like Dirty Stripper Viv, too. Hey, since it’s our anniversary, can she make an appearance?”

“She made an appearance earlier today.” I remind him, remembering how I reacted waking up to him eating me for breakfast.

“And? I like her, she’s double-jointed and lets me put it anywhere.” He winks and I rub my lips together.

“I’m really not in the mood tonight, Nikki.” I say in an over exaggerated tone and he looks at me like I’m serious.

“But, it’s our anniversary!” He’s practically pleading and I smile a little and unbuckle, leaning closer to him.

The tip of my nose brushes against his jaw as my lips ghost across his skin, my hand resting high on his thigh, causing his hands to grip the wheel until his knuckles are white.

But it’s a tease, and I’m going back to my seat within a moment, buckling back up and he glares at me.

“Just wait ‘till we get home.” He tells me and I giggle, taking a deep breath.

Once we get back to the apartment complex, he parks the car and the both of us get out.

Just as I shut the door, he’s throwing me over his shoulder, and I laugh the entire walk up the stairs to our door.

He unlocks the door and sets me down, shutting the door behind him before pushing me against it, locking his lips with mine.

His tongue collides with mine and I let out a low moan at the feeling of his hands grabbing aggressively at my hips, about to pull the fabric of my dress over my head.

“Ahh!” A sex fueled squeal flutters through the air, but it’s not coming from me.

We pull away from each other in confusion, getting quiet.

“Was that...?”

“Oh, fuck me!” Tansy cries out and I furrow my brows, now hearing skin slapping together.

“I thought she said Sparkie wasn’t here?” I ask him in a whisper and he looks at me like he hates to break something to me.

“Babe, I don’t think that’s Sparkie.” He tells me and I remember Robbin.

“Oh, hell, Tansy. No, no, no.” I say to myself, rubbing my forehead.

“At least someone’s gettin’ laid.” Nikki mumbles, quickly realizing he probably won’t be tonight after this.

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charlesjosephwrites · 5 years ago

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Meet the Huxleys

I’m going to group some character intros for my WIP The Hangman Confession together into this post and introduce y’all to my protagonist Jack’s whole family.

William “Bill” Huxley

Jack’s dad. Though he was a bit distant with his kids growing up, Jack still looked up to his dad enough to follow his lead and join the New Valhalla Police Academy right out of college. While the comparisons this immediately drew between the two of them within the precinct initially made Jack eager for the opportunity to continue his dad’s legacy, he eventually became so tired of constantly being held to a higher standard just because of his connection to his dad that he was secretly happy when his dad’s fight with cancer forced him to step down from his position as the chief of police.

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I know what you’re probably thinking. A cold blooded killer who’s nervous about lying to his dad? What’s up with that?

I’d like to take a moment to remind you of who we’re talking about here. My dad spent forty-seven years working for the New Valhalla Police Department, the last eleven of which he served as the chief of police. You don’t get that kind of rank without being pretty damn good at your job. Plus, he was the whole reason I wanted to become a cop in the first place, and, as much as it pains me to have to admit it, there was still definitely a part of me that still wanted to make him proud of me.

Sharon Huxley

Jack’s mother a.k.a the source of all his childhood trauma. Jack was a little troublemaker as a kid, and the only way she could think of to deal with that was to beat the shit out of him every time he got in trouble. Needless to say, Jack harbors quite a bit of resentment towards her for that.

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[My mother] looked much better than you might’ve expected for someone who was in her late-sixties, though I had a feeling that had more to do with hair dye and some sort of anti-aging cream than good genetics. Still, she looked pretty much the same as I remembered growing up: long brown hair tied back into a neat bun and warm brown eyes scanning over me as though they were constantly searching for something for her to yell at me about.

Lucas Huxley

Jack’s older brother. Lucas is a bit on the lazy side, though he generally means well. The two of them have had a somewhat strained relationship since they were kids, but that didn’t stop Lucas from inviting himself to stay at Jack’s apartment while he and his wife were going through a pretty nasty divorce.

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I couldn't help but stare at him in stunned silence for a couple of seconds. I hadn't spoken to him beyond a couple of quick texts here and there for the last six months, and he decides to show up at my doorstep completely unannounced? I failed to see how he had logically come to that conclusion, but, then again, this is Lucas we're talking about. That man never made a logical decision in his entire life.

Gabriel “Gabe” Huxley

Jack’s nephew. Gabe is a small boy with a big heart who latches onto his Uncle Jack for comfort while his parents are busy with their constant arguing. Jack doesn’t fully understand the proper etiquette for interacting with small children, but he’s discovered that ice cream is a great way to get Gabe to settle down, and he enjoys teaching him Fun New Curse Words.

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Upon closer inspection, I did recognize the little demon sitting cross legged on the couch as my nephew Gabe. How old was he now? Four? Five? I suppose the exact number doesn't matter. Either way, I didn't exactly want him in my space where he could put his grubby little fingers all over my stuff.

Jack Jr. and Billy

Jack considers his rats to be his children, so they deserve a place on this list just as much as any of the others.

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A cold nose pressed against my chin followed by a tiny paw on my cheek killed my hopes of being able to get back to sleep, but it was impossible to be too pissed off about that while Jack Jr.’s sparkling red eyes peered down at me as he chittered happily.

“Yeah, yeah.” I reached up to gently stroke his white fur with two fingers. “Daddy loves you too.”

Jack Jr. nuzzled his nose against mine and continued on his way, climbing over my face so that he could nestle into the mess of black curls on the top of my head.

I grabbed Billy to pull him closer too. He squeaked in protest at being woken up, but it must not have bothered him too much considering he immediately shifted to nose his way under the collar of my t-shirt to curl up and go back to sleep.

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mitchmarnier · 6 years ago

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BLOOD IN THE WATER

summary: “I think we’re all going to have do some pretty terrible things,” Eddie said quietly. His hand came to wrap in Richie’s shirt, trying to burn out the violent grip of his father’s from earlier. “None of us have a choice in anything anymore. Whatever happened at Greta’s tonight-“ Eddie’s voice broke and he felt Richie press a kiss into his hair. “There isn’t a good and a bad anymore. There’s just die or don’t.”

[or: after the gruesome murder of his younger brother, Bill Denbrough is determined to bring about the end of the string of crimes in Derry no matter the cost. As stories unwind and fall apart, there’s only more questions as everybody’s lives hang in the balance.]

chapter count: 14/21

chapter warnings: graphic depictions of violence, mentions of past rape, mentions of past character death, implications of sexual situations

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Eddie Kaspbrak had just finished hanging the jacket up in his locker before it was slamming shut, nearly crushing his fingers and causing him to let out a small yelp. Standing behind where his open locker door had once been, was the tiny but fierce figure of Patricia Blum. She smiled happily up at him, as though she hadn’t just almost done damage to his hand.

“Come on, Kaspbrak,” Patty said cheerfully, grabbing his hand and trying to tug him down the halls. “We have places to go and answers to find. Whatever class you have can wait.”

Eddie let out a short, surprised noise as he stumbled under Patty’s surprising amount of force. “What? Where are we going? Is Richie-“

“Oh, Richie isn’t coming,” Patty said happily, walking quickly through the halls. Eddie’s heart jumped slightly, looking around the group of students. The whispers would no doubt to kicking to a start, Eddie being enough of a subject to school gossip ever since he started dating Richie. He’d wondered, for short moments, if it the reactions of the public could be anything similar to that of when Zachary Denbrough began dating Sharon. Eddie had started to feel as though he couldn’t walk, couldn’t breath, around his classmates without attracting attention. He supposed he should have expected that opening to his relationship with Richie Tozier would have been hot information, even with the amount of terrible things happening in Derry.

“Oh, I…” Eddie stalled for a moment, frowning and attempting to slow his steps behind Patty. “I should, I should probably go to class. I missed most of the last few weeks and I really shouldn’t skip out on anything else-“

Patty turned around and raise her eyebrows. “Eddie. Do you want to go to class?”

“No,” Eddie replied honestly without any hesitation. Nobody would want to go to a class where everybody- including your teachers- spent the entire time staring at you and whispering. “But-“

“Come on!” Patty grabbed at Eddie once more, yanking him through the halls fast enough that the heads of their classmates all whipped towards them. Eddie winced at the thoughts of all the rumors that would be following them out of the building.

Patty lead Eddie quickly through the cluster of student cars in the parking lot, then waited as a car pulled up to them. Stan Uris leaned out the drivers’ seat window and gave him an unimpressed look. “Alright. Get in.”

Eddie shook his head slightly, head spinning through a loop. “I… I thought you didn’t trust me.”

Stan sighed. “Beverly says you can’t be trusted… Which basically makes you the only person I find trustworthy about now.”

xxx

Richie pressed his yellow highlighter against the textbook and held it down, dragging it across a full line… then another… and another…. before sighing in frustration and tossing the highlighter back onto the desk. Leaning forward on his elbows, Richie ran fingers through his mess of curls.

“TOZIER!” Richie startled, looking up as Aurora Morgans came stomping into the otherwise empty classroom. Her brown eyes were blazing and slams a photograph down on the desk over his textbook. “You are not an easy dude to find, you know that?”

Richie sighed. “Yeah, Morgans. That was the whole point.”

Aurora flipped the photo over and Richie leaned to look at it on a reflex. A woman in a prom dress stared up at him, a woman he didn’t recognize. Richie’s eyes flicked back up to Aurora and he frowned. “This chick means nothing to me, and I’m pretty sure you know that. So, what are you fishing for?”

“Look a little bit closer and stop acting like a damn idiot,” Aurora growled. Richie shook his head slowly, reaching out for the photograph and pulling it towards him. His eyes landed on his mother and Frank Kaspbrak having a conversation in the background.

Richie made an aborted noise, and shook his head with a soft laugh. “What are you getting at, Morgans? They were friends, them talking together at a literal school function isn’t a crime. Why are you trying to make it into one?”

“This picture,” Aurora pointed at it angrily. “Was like, the only personal belonging that Robert Gray kept in his life after being arrested- and your mother is in it. This is the student he was dating while he was chopping up her classmates. Care to give your thoughts?”

Riche pushed away from his desk, and walked around in Aurora’s space. “If this is your snakey ass trying to accuse the Devils of being-“

“So quick to jump to the defense-“ Aurora began to mock before another person came stomping into the once deserted classroom and slammed the door shut. Ben Hanscom stomped towards them, glaring even more towards Aurora than he was towards Richie.

“You know, I tried. I really tried.” Ben was shaking his head, face contorted with a somehow calm rage. “I tried to get out, I tried to turn off all this curiosity bullshit. But this,” he shook a crumbled piece of paper into Aurora’s face. “But I guess I can’t! So what are we going to do?”

“What is it?” Richie crossed his arms to give a strong air of non-chalance. He seemed to remember Ben Hanscom being a stuttering, terrified mess in his drive way not too long ago, but this boy in front of him seemed to have had ever inch of fear drained from him and replaced with annoyance.

Ben tossed the paper in Richie’s direction, Richie fumbling with it and being forced to pick it up off the floor. “You can keep yourself away, but you can’t hide from what must happen. All will be revealed on the night of senior prom- Okay, what the fuck is this shit?”

Ben sighed. “I was delivered to the paper sometime yesterday. It had my name on it.”

“Somebody threatened you?” Aurora asked, voice cracking awkwardly. She reached out to take hold of Ben’s hand, but he yanked away and glared at her. Richie raised his brow and glanced back and forth between him, pursing his lips to keep from smirking.

“They threatened all of us,” Ben said coldly. “That shit about prom?”

“My sister…” Richie said with a soft voice. “There was the word prom written above her body when I found her.”

Aurora and Ben glanced at one another for moment with sharp eyes. “And you never thought that might be important at all?” Aurora asked in a sharp, serious tone.

Richie narrowed his eyes at her, frowning. “The police were all there, they fucking saw it. Sorry I didn’t report to you with the latest gossip immediately after finding my thirteen year old sister’s dead body. I’ll make note of that next time.”

“That’s not what I meant and you fucking know it, Tozier.” Aurora rolled her eyes and even Ben was shaking his head.

“Actually, I don’t think I do know that,” Richie almost growled and a twinkle of that all-familiar fear flashed on Ben’s face. “All I know about you, Aurora Morgans is that you’re a soulless information sucker who I would bet lost her virginity to the super information highway and-“

“Okay, okay, we get it-“ Ben broke through, waving his hands in front of him. “As true as all those things are-“

“Hey!” Aurora gasped.

“They aren’t going to help us now.” Ben finished without out so much as glancing at the offended look Aurora was giving him.

“Helping us?” Richie laughed bitterly. “No offense but I’m not part of whatever this puppy-love-crush-turned-hate-fuck relationship you two have going on, I have my own issues.”

“And your own hate fuck relationship?” Aurora asked with a sweet voice.

Richie’s jaw clenched and arms twitched. “Morgans, you rat-spirited cunt, I really don’t want to fucking drop you kick right now but I fucking will.”

“I could take your hyped-up daddy’s boy ass,” Aurora shot back with a laugh. “You don’t have your little gangster buddies to back you up, you’re not even wearing your jacket anymore. We both know you’re nothing on your own.”

“Stop, stop, stop,” Ben cried, pushing himself between Aurora and Richie as Richie’s eyes flashed dangerously. “Basically, this is all our problem!! If we were smart, we’d probably like, drop out of school and become hermits.”

“I’m not running away from some hyped-up psychopath,” Aurora said immediately, to Richie and Ben’s matching eye rolls. “Benny, we’re so close to blowing this case wide open. Look-“ She drove forward to grab the photo from Richie’s desk but Ben was turning his head away.

“This isn’t some case, Aurora!” Ben cried. “This is people’s lives- our lives.”

“Then why didn’t you go to the police with the letter instead of me?” Aurora challenged with a smirk.

“I didn’t come to you,” Ben shot back. “I came to Richie- you just happened to be here.”

Richie made a mockery of an honour noise and pressed his hands over his heart. “I am honoured, Haystack. Look a that, the loving is really starting to blossom here-“

“Shut up, Tozier,” Aurora and Ben said in unison, which only prompted a larger grin from Richie.

“Listen, detectives,” Richie held his hands and shook his head. “I respect your…. weird obsessions with crypic clues but this is way heavy. I don’t want any part of this!”

“You’re already part of this!” Ben actually yelled, Richie and Aurora’s both startling. “Fucking like it or not, we’re all a part of this! I think we’re all going to have to work together to fix this bullshit!”

“And end scene,” Richie said, slapping his hands together. “Wonderful performance, Mr Hanscom, just splendid. Keep your ears open for your award nomination, it should be coming in anytime now.”

“Are you always such a douchebag?” Ben hissed.

“Yes,” Richie and Aurora said in unison. Richie clapped his hands together a few more times then began to gather up his belongings. “Well, this was fun, y’all. I’ve got to go… somewhere that isn’t here with you.”

“Need to go find your little boy toy?” Aurora asked. “Don’t bother, I heard Uris and Blum tossed them into the backseat of the Rabbi’s car and drove off at the start of first period.”

For a spilt second, there was an emotion of Richie Tozier’s face that gave even Aurora a pause. He stepped forward and took Aurora’s chin in his fingers and tilted it up towards him. “Rory, sweetheart… jacket or not, I could still make you the next Derry bitch to disappear.”

xxx

Eddie stepped out of the backseat of Stanley Uris’ car, looking up into the sunny sky. The Neibolt House was a dark stain on the whole street, falling apart sidings and over grown grass that held a height similar to the rickety front porch. The yellow crime scene tape draped around the front door really completed the picture. Stomach tense, Eddie turned back to the couple behind him. “What are we doing at Neibolt?”

Patty hiked her backpack higher on her shoulders and grinned excitedly. “We’re going to find out the truth. From people who really know what happened. The people who died.”

“What… are you talking about ghosts?” Eddie asked with a crinkle of his nose. “Like… actual ghosts? Do Jewish people even believe in ghosts?”

Stan came around the front of the car and sighed. “I- personally as a Jewish person- am skeptic of ghosts as best. But the actual religion definitely has spirit aspects.”

“The Torah forbids trying to communicate with the dead,” Patty added in too-happy a voice. “But so does the Bible and literally every other book of Worship, and white people do that shit all the time.”

“This is how white die,” Eddie said quietly, glancing back over his shoulder at the old house. “My ma always told me to never go in this house, you know? It’s cursed.”

“She’s probably right.” Patty cheered, taking Stan’s hand in one and Eddie’s in the other. She pulled them quickly up to the house and ripped down the strings of CSI tape. Eddie made a small noise of disapproval but followed the pair of them down into the house.

“We’re going right into the heart of everything,” Patty called over her shoulder as she stomped down a set of stairs that looked as though only the barest of weight would send them tumbling apart. Eddie and Stan glanced at one another anxiously, both hesitating at the top of the steps before Patty’s voice carried back up to them. “Come on, chicken shits! I did it just fine!”

“I’ve got a foot of height and almost 100 pounds on you!” Stan shouted down but quickly sighed and took off down after her. Eddie inhaled sharply, wishing for once that he still carried around his inhaler from youth, and moved down the stairs as quickly as he could. He collided with Stan at the bottom, who gave him a look of distaste before they both stepped further into the dingy basement.

“Oh my god…” Eddie whispered, taking in the make shift bed on the ground and the chains that were still attached to the walls. His stomach twisted and churned at the thought of Janie Tozier- the little pigtail girl- being held down here for months with no hopes of ever getting free. Eddie wrapped his arms around himself, noting the stark paleness of Stanley’s face as they both move closer to the papers and cup that Patty was setting up right in front of the makeshift bed.

“Wow, wait, right here?” Stan asked, voice cracking slightly under his nerves. He and Eddie both creeped closer, looking at one another in mild distress. “Isn’t that a little disrespectful?”

It was that moment that Eddie really realized that Stanley had watched Janie Tozier grow up similar to how he’d watched Georgie Denbrough. Probably even closer, given the bond that the Devils all shared with one another, and kind of found family connection that Eddie would likely never have with anybody. Eddie swallowed harshly and found himself to recognize that this wasn’t his place to break down.

“It’s morbid, I know,” Patty said sadly. “But I feel like being as close to Janie’s spirit as possible will help us. She hasn’t been dead long and it’ll be hard to-“

“Yeah, yeah,” Stan started shaking his head and took several steps back towards the stairs. “She hasn’t been dead long. This is messed up, Pats, I’m not… I’m not doing this. I want to know if Bev did this probably worse than you do, but I… There’s got to be another way.”

“We’ve already broken in!” Patty argued. “The serious felons are already done with! The police aren’t even going to come back here, you know what they’re like!”

“It’s not the legality I’m having with this, it’s the moral issues,” Stan said angrily, rubbing at the side of his face. “I’m not going to sit here and try to… talk to Richie’s dead little sister to find out if Beverly killed her! I… I don’t want to know that bad. It’s…. disturbing.”

Patty gave Stan a sad look and as she opened her mouth to reply, the door to the basement slammed shut and Eddie felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up. Goosebumps shot down his arms and he felt moments away from throwing up, watching how Patty tugging her Devils jacket closer around herself. The pieces of paper she’d placed on the ground started blowing until only four remained on the floor.

P… R … O… M

Eddie gasped, flashes of dripping red letters on a wall burning the backs of his eyes. He grabbed at Stan and started pulling him. “We need to go, we need to go now.”

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darspeaksout · 3 years ago

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“King & Diva”

Red flag number one:

5’6 Filipino whose name starts with a J

Red flag number two:

He has a perm and goes to Ryerson

Grew up in the burbs but fronts his Toronto slang anyway

And red flag number three:

Says he wants to commit but is out with other girls

All the time

All these red flags but the biggest one

Is that his favorite position is sixty-nine,

Yuck

Jealous and clingy, pussy boy so obsessed

Two days’ talking stage and he already put her

On his IG best friends

Meathead with no substance, biceps but no brains

She went to you for dick appointments

But now it’s getting kind of boring

My whole squad knows she dumped you

She sent our group chat a screen recording

Pussy boy too afraid to get rough with me, that’s some little kid shit

I like handcuffs, I like ropes, I like leather, dirty talk, and whips

Slap me, bruise me, fuck me to the very brink of my existence

Then kiss me on the forehead so I can call you daddy

Then blow my back out ‘til I can’t walk the next morning

If you aren’t willing to choke me

Then why the fuck are we still talking?

If you’re dating a weak ass man, unless he’s my friend

That isn’t my problem

And even if he was my friend, keep your relationship private

It still isn’t my problem

Run your mouth around the student org

Got the nerve to still be president

I’d step down if I were you

‘Cuz you lost all semblance of respect and reputation

Trash your man to me, act like you and I are friends

But I’ve been friends with him even longer

Don’t think I’ll stand aside and tolerate any more of your slander

Popped off in the DM’s, told her get the fuck away

Told my friends I’m onto you, and not to trust a single word you say

Then she cried to her boyfriend and tried to play the good girl

But when he’s not around you talk trash about him undercover?

Sweetheart, I am not your relationship counsellor

Don’t come to me with your problems ‘cuz I’m too busy making money

Too busy getting my mom Jo Malone and going on these shopping sprees

If you’re miserable in your relationship, you should’ve left him a long time ago

Nobody’s pointing a gun to your head, forcing you to suck his dick,

And being a stupid hoe

I applied some pressure onto her

‘Cuz I knew she’d break and confess

I knew she’d tell the truth if it meant she would keep her boyfriend

But too late now ‘cuz I exposed all your shit

Your boyfriend is my homie

I cussed you out through text precisely because

I wanted you to take a screenshot

So that he could know I called you a two-faced bitch

If you thought he’d take your side after I exposed you

You’re a clown for thinking that because I actually got a “thank you”

Who do you think you are, dragging his name through the dirt?

I don’t tolerate any hoe ‘cuz these bros came first

Filipino king, yes I know I’m OA

Talked to Miss Charo Santos, now they put my life on MMK

Writing poems and talking my shit, that’s what I do everyday

I work on my craft, not interested in the rat race

If you got beef with my life choices, go work on yourself babe

Hoes spread lies, thinking I won’t notice it

Executives in student clubs but their reputation is shit

Never held a position, but people know my name in every campus

I’m that boujee bitch who throws knives, run up on me and I’ll give you a crisis

I’m Sharon and I’m Jodi, I’m Dina and Queen Kris

I’m Vilma, you’re Claudine, disrespect me, you’ll get hit

I’m Gretchen with no stilettos, if you want war I’ll still give it to you

Be careful what you ask for –

You just want a scene, but I provide the whole episode

Catch me on that primetime even though I’m not an actor

I don’t care if we’re in the same space and everyone knows each other

If you cross my line I’ll fuck you up, no consideration for your friends either

Mama says don’t burn the bridge ‘cuz it’ll start a fire

You never know who you’ll run into in the future

So better be on your best behavior

But if we were never friends, I’ll cut the rope above the water

And watch you fall in it

I don’t mind burning the bridge

If the bridge was never constructed

I’m a king and a diva, tribal chief and prima donna

Mind my own business but main character when I’m in drama

I’m the legal wife and you’re the side hoe

I’mma Dawn Zulueta that Bea Alonzo, bitch

- dg

#poetry #filipino

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nanuri169 · 7 years ago

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Candy Shop Chapter 4

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Summary: Alexis is the leader of a small, but thriving community, hidden deep in the woods. It seemed that the people living there have found a small, fragile understanding of peace. How long can a quiet life last when Negan finds them and shows interest in what the small colony has to offer?

Chapter 4:

The giggling that came from Kitty as she enjoyed riding around on Negan's shoulders annoyed Alexis to the edges of sanity. She was far from covering her disapproval in the leader of the Saviors even coming close to her child. And now Kitty had a crush on him. Amazing.

When they entered the farm house, two of his men followed them. Alexis remembered them as being Dwight and Simon, Negan's front row men. While Simon miserably failed to hide a grin while he watched his leader playing around with the little girl on his shoulders, his mustache moved by every twitch his lips made, the reddish blonde guy next to him looked around cautiously, nearly nervous. He looked like was about to pull off some crazy shit, which made Alexis even more tense. That guy could do whatever he planned everywhere else, but not in the middle of her home.

Alexis snippily explained the purpose of every room, but Negan didn't even seem to listen, as he was busy joking around with Kitty. Of course the little girl loved it and the brutal leader turned to a little boy from one second to the other.

"What do you say, Sy? Wouldn't I be a fucking amazing daddy? Maybe I should really leave something inside one of my wives the next time we have a big time screw session."

He laughed while he fixed Kitty on his hip, his gloved hand thankfully holding her securely.

"Language."

Alexis hissed, but Negan didn't even bother to shoot her a glance.

"Another rug rat cursing like a sailor and barking orders? Hell no."

Simon and Negan both leaned their heads back to laugh heartily. Dwight and Alexis on the other hand just shared a look, definitely having less fun. But it told the young woman more about the relationships in here. Simon was the only one who wasn't shitting his pants to speak up to Negan, he actually joked around with him and seemed to share his vulgar humor. Still, he sure as hell knew where the borders laid. Negan was in charge, the unquestionable boss. Dwight didn't seem comfortable around his leader. His nervous habits gave him away and he never spoke, only when he was asked something and even then very sparsely.

Alexis continued walking, not bothering if the men were done with their laughter. She shortly knocked before she opened the door to the most precious room here.

"This is the nursery. Katherine will stay here now."

She put sharp emphasis on her daughter's name and looked right into the pale blue eyes that matched her own so much. It kept Kitty from daring to argue, she knew that look on her mother's face. Alexis took her from Negan's arms and handed her to the younger woman, Sharon, that was looking at her leader and the men she brought with her with fear.

"Keep her inside. I mean it."

Her voice left no questions. Sharon flinched, looking even more frightened by Alexis' tone. Turning on her heels, she pushed Simon and Negan out of the room and led them towards her office. Negan whistled impressed.

"You're even more scary than I thought. Keeping your people in check by frightening them, even though you're freakin' tiny, impressive."

She shot him a glare and sat on her desk after letting the three men in.

"We're here to discuss matters of interest, so shall we?"

Alexis said annoyedly, still mad that Kitty behaved so trusting towards the stranger men. As if she hadn't taught the girl better.

"What, don't you want some guys for back up in here? I'll always let my guys have a say in shit like this, you know?"

Cocking an eyebrow, she tapped her foot impatiently.

"How generous of you. But I prefer to work alone, thanks."

Negan stepped forward and took a look around the room, swinging Lucille by his side lazily, while Simon took a seat on one of the stools in front of Alexis. The right hand man had already noticed this predatory gaze Negan eyed the other leader with. He knew this look, he had seen more often. For example on Dwight's wife and her sister. Actually whenever he wanted a woman and they weren't easy to get. Negan hated if he didn't get what he wanted, so this girl was in serious trouble. But Simon had to admit that from what he caught glimpse of, he liked that one. She was good at what she did and was one of the few people that wasn't immediately intimidated by Negan. Alexis stood her ground and it was admirable.

"So, Lexi, what kind of shit do you need?"

Negan looked out of the window and enjoyed the nice view to the forest. Horses could be seen farer away, it actually looked pretty peaceful. It could easily make one forget that it was the fucking apocalypse.

"Not much. We're quite good on the basics. Well, food is always a matter. Guns. Antibiotics. Some blankets."

She decided to be truthful with him. If this should work in any way, she needed to be. Even if she hated to give some information away.

"Guns, you say. Well, we have many."

The tip of his bat touched her shoulder and lightly scratched down her leather jacket onto her forearm. Alexis showed no reaction to the provocation.

"...But why should we give them to you? How can I be fucking sure that those blow job lips of yours spill nothing but lies?"

He had walked around her, Lucille now resting against her leg.

"We have an agreement, Negan. You always make it seem as if we just profit from you, but I sure as hell have many things you want, too. I feed most of my people by stuff we plant on our own. How about someone who can show you how to do that efficiently? Isn't that a fair exchange for some guns?"

Negan looked over his shoulder to Simon who smirked lightly.

"I told you she's likable."

The leader grinned as he spoke.

"...Deal. For the rest we need to scavenge. I'll pick ya up tomorrow. Bring two of your men."

"Fucking amazing how you leave me any say in this."

She looked up to him provokingly.

"Do you have a to freakin' be somewhere, doll? What is it? Getting your nails done? Shopping? Girl's night? Oh wait, no, I forgot, it's the apocalypse. Bet your calendar isn't that full."

Negan stated sarcastically, annoyed by her constant habit to question everything he says.

"Fine. Are we done now?"

She spat and Negan chuckled.

"So eager to see us leaving? Not yet, darling, you haven't fulfilled the second part of our bargain. You know, the riding part."

He moved his hips in an explicit way, to which Alexis rolled her eyes. She stood up and pushed him backwards so she could walk past him.

"Well then, hurry."

...

"Oh the holy fucking fuck, this is goddamn amazing, why the hell hasn't anyone told me how much fun this shit is?"

Negan had the brightest, pearly grin on his face since the moment he mounted the horse. His booming voice clearly irritated the usually quiet mare, but thankfully she didn't spook. Alexis just rolled her eyes at the salve of curse words.

"Can't you for once shut your cake hole? Horses are sensitive, they don't like if a loud dickhead on their back shouts around."

Annoyed, she continued to walk next to the horse. She held the reins in her hand as she didn't trust Negan to handle it all at once. He obviously struggled to hold the balance with his long, lean body.

"Did you just say cake hole? Freakin' Brit."

Alexis spared him a look.

"Yeah. Can you please concentrate? I don't want to pick up your gangly ass from the dirt."

Now she fired his unbounded ambition. He growled lightly at the insult.

"I'm not gangly. I can show you how un-gangly I am, darling. Why don't you hand me the damn reins and step aside?"

The young woman tried hard to hide her amusement at his childish behavior, but she just shrugged.

"Don't complain about me not warning you afterwards."

She handed him the reins. He probably already noticed that this was a bad idea when his hands left the horn of the saddle, but of course he was too stubborn.

"Yeah, I don't need to get walked around like a freakin' kid. Can't be that hard."

Negan sure as hell wouldn't think that for long. Alexis chose the most quiet horse she had, but he still was an inexperienced rider and had no clue how to use his legs and the reins to lead the horse properly.

The second she stepped aside, he did the worst thing possible: To stabilize himself, he closed his legs tightly and of course the well taught horse took it as a sign to go faster. She fell into a slow trot, but of course it took Negan off guard.

"Whoa! Easy, buddy!"

He lost control more and more by the second while the mare continued to trot towards the other horses on the meadow. When he finally had the idea to let his legs loose, the horse stopped all of a sudden and the exact thing Alexis had predicted happened. His feet slipped out of the stirrups and he fell down like a limb meat sack, landing on the ground with a thud followed by a groan coming from Negan.

Alexis strutted towards him, hiding her smile with her hand. Negan laid outstretched in the dirt and cursed under his breath, but he was obviously not hurt. Just his ego took some deep hits.

"Don't you dare say a word."

He mumbled and then Alexis couldn't hold it back any more. Her head fell backwards as the most genuine laugh escaped her throat. She hadn't laughed in quite a while and she couldn't stop. Negan couldn't help but notice how angelic it sounded. It was infectious.

"I really had to fall from a fucking horsey to make the woman laugh. Seriously, that tells a lot about how screwed up you are."

After a while, the laugh faded into a giggle and she held out her hand to help him up.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

His gloved hand clenched around her forearm and Alexis pulled him up. Negan quickly cleaned his jeans and leather jacket off the dirt.

"I'd bash your pretty head in if you'd even think about spilling it."

He finally let go of her arm and Alexis immediately turned to her grazing horse and loosened the girth of the saddle and took the bridle off. She ignored his joking threat.

"Well, next time simply listen to what I say and it won't happen again."

Without hesitation, she handed him the heavy saddle to carry back to the barn.

"You sure as hell know that I'll have a problem with that."

Chuckling, she walked beside them through the knee high grass.

"Your problem, not mine."

When they reached the stable, Alexis brought the tack to its usually place and then picked up the bats they left up here. She threw him Lucille and he easily caught her, instinctively letting his hand glide over the weapon's smooth surface.

"Will you let me say goodbye to your little girl? She's cute as hell."

Alexis took a deep breath and made the mistake to look into his mischievously glistening eyes. He was telling the truth, he really liked Kitty. Negan may be a cruel asshole, but hurting kids wasn't his style.

"Fine."

Rolling her eyes, she walked back towards the farmhouse with him and peeked inside the nursery.

"Kitty, say goodbye to your new...friend."

The last word she said through gritted teeth as she saw her daughter happily hopping towards her, smiling brightly at Negan. Well, these two obviously had found each other.

"Goodbye, uncle Negan!"

Kitty lisped a bit when she spoke his name, but it made it even more adorable. Her toothy grin struck something in Negan that everyone, including himself, thought was long dead.

"See you soon, cutie."

He ruffled the girl's hair and spared a grin at Alexis before he walked out of the farm house, leaving the community for today.

Alexis hugged her daughter tightly and watched the group leave through the window. She took a deep, relieved breath, tension falling off her shoulders. But she had to admit that this little incident early surely broke the ice between the two leaders.

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thecorteztwins · 7 years ago

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Munday

Welcome to Munday, where I make OOC posts about random shit, ranging from stuff about myself to interesting trivia! - Well, I just finished the first draft of the novel that I started last year. I guess I'll put it away for a bit, then get to editing. Never made it this far, goddamn. - Pouched rats live in matriarchal societies and thus tend to bond to who they perceive is the head lady of the house - My brother's fam is fostering a doggo, when my niece naps HE SLEEPS OUTSIDE HER DOOR ;A; - I got good news at the dentist last week! That NEVER happens! - When I was six or so, my plan was to marry a horse when I grew up. It seemed like a sensible/feasible idea at the time.

- Apparently "hamster" is PUA/MRA/RedPill/etc slang for "females rationalizing their craziness" So you get thread titles on reddit like (actual examples): "Young doctor wonders why women are suddenly after him. Gets slaughtered by hamsters on r/askwomen" "Feminist harlot hamster, feminism is making womens dating lives harder" "Post-wall author hamsters away about older men dating younger women" " the sub is not about picking up women, only about analyzing the marketplace of hamsters" My personal favorites are "feminist harlot hamster" and "analyzing the marketplace of hamsters" XD Also, “slaughtered by hamsters” is probably going to be on my headstone. - Fun fact: I can’t be a vegetarian because of my period. Literally got told this by a doctor. Note, this is from MY doctor for ME, I’m not saying “everyone who menstruates has to eat meat” or that she is. Just in my case. Just thought that was interesting! It kinda relieves me since I’ve felt some conflict about that in the past, so I’m glad I’ve basically got an “opt-out” card that eliminates any debate for me. This is probably also why I get meat cravings on my period anyway. So, uh, that’s a thing you all know now. - I really should donate blood but I have these stupid tiny hard-to-stick veins like my mom and it makes it difficult to get blood out of me on the first try. That said, I’m really good about needles and shots and things because I’ve got an unusual pain tolerance as a side effect of a developmental disability. Which is normally actually a bad thing because it means I ignore injuries and exacerbate them, but it’s cool in this case! - My Setite (the kind of vampire I play at the LARP) might be getting a Ventrue (another kind) sugar daddy! Eyyyy! - You know posts like “we can’t all be neurotypical, Karen��? You know, the ones with super stereotypical suburban white mom names like Sharon, Becky, etc? Have you ever noticed how it’s always a WOMAN’S name? I’ve never seen one with a dude’s name. Like, why is that? - Speaking of Tumblr...I feel like it’s increasingly becoming this very insular echo chamber. And of course, different platforms and subcultures within those platforms are going to develop certain leanings or attract certain crowds, and one of the things I like about Tumblr is that it is in many ways “safe” for me, and I do agree with the dominant viewpoints, that’s one of the reasons I originally liked it here...but I also see some stuff I don’t agree with, and it seems like you’re not allowed to question parts of the dominant ideology without it being taken by people as you rejecting the whole thing? Anyway, the point I was getting to is that I’ve tried to start browsing other places too and expose myself to other viewpoints too. Not like horribly bigoted shit, just reading discussions and debates. I don’t wanna end up like my dad who only looks to one source (Fox News) for truth because it just validates what he already believes.

#out of cortez #munday #mun monday

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majsmom · 7 years ago

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Major Sanctuary City

Episode 4

Can we just take moment to bask in the glory of this?

You see, Sharon loves Andy so, so much and Andy doesn’t know how he deserves her…but they’re going to jump the broom next episode. *insert tears of joy here* Le sigh.

So this magical moment happened. Sharon has an illness but she’s probably going to be okay.

I have to admit I was a little worried. Before the episode, I was looking at BSG gif sets from when Laura Roslin had cancer. There was one where she was staring in the mirror and she either put on or took off her wig. Tragic. When Sharon was staring at herself in the mirror, it felt like deja vu. I was on pins and needles until she said she had heart disease.

But that’s enough of relationship news. Let’s talk about…

The Case

Yes, there was case stuff happening after Sharon’s health scare. Let’s recap.

Provenza’s in charge

They interviewed the boys. I suck at names so we’re being to call them The Dreamer and Troubled Soul

Father Mother Lover is back in town. Surprise Surprise

Oxy Oxy Everywhere and not a pill in sight.

Druggie Dad is dead. So what does that mean for the story?

Even though is seems like there has been nothing going on these past few weeks the bodies have been piling up. We actually have two actual murders and a probable. So let’s speculate wildy for a bit.

1. Lucas

Yup, the dead kid in the flower bed. Now who killed him?

Here are my thoughts. After watching the The Dreamer and Troubled Soul give evidence, I was struck by two things. Where in the hell did they get access to a limo? How in the hell did they get access to oxy? These were good kids, by all accounts, so it just didn’t make sense.

This is what I think. The dad’s partner was way to blase about Lucas’ dad’s drug use. I mean, if the drug use became public, the practice and licenses would be in jeopardy. This should be a big deal, right? But the partner doesn’t seem to care that much.

I think the reason why he was not alarmed was that he is running drugs out of the office. The father's stash of oxy just seemed too large for returned pills. The dad’s oxy addiction was the leverage the partner needed to keep the drugs flowing. Addicts don’t rat out their dealers.

The father getting clean would create a problem for the partner. No more leverage. Enter Lucas. The partner would arrange and excursion that would lead to a mini-kidnapping. Just enough to scare the father back in line. The only snag. Lucas dies.

The partner being a drug dealer also could explain why the FBI, specifically Vega, is so hell bent on making these boys criminals. They clearly have no problem with withholding information. I’m sure they wouldn’t have an issue with keeping their real target in their pocket.

2. Troubled Soul’s Stepfather

Now, this is the probable murder.

I’m pretty certain that Father Mother Lover pushed this dude off the balcony or at least, helped to stage the suicide. I also believe he’s having an affair with the mother. But then, I also wonder it Troubled Soul is his son. You don’t just wake up hot in the pants. Father Jonas could have been spreading his seed around for awhile. Just a thought. He probably has a ton of babies out in the world. I wonder how long he has been a priest.

3. The Drug Addicted Daddy

I really think Lucas’ mom killed him. Her family is her world and this man managed to destroy it all. Of course there is no proof the father supplied the oxy but there seemed to be something else going on in the interview room. It was like they were keeping something back. His death can defintely feed into number 1.

Well, that’s all I have for now but I’m interested in other theories. Let me know what you think.

#major crimes #sanctuary city #shandy #sharon raydor #andy flynn

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yessadirichards · 5 years ago

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Nazi cautionary dramas wade into political, factual disputes LOS ANGELES

Hollywood mustered its creative forces in the 1940s when Adolf Hitler's Nazi Germany sought to conquer the world, with Humphrey Bogart standing up to the fascist regime in "Casablanca" and director Ernst Lubitsch mocking it and its dictator in "To Be or Not to Be."

More than 70 years later, an increase in hate crimes, emboldened white supremacists and political upheaval have prompted TV and film makers to revisit Nazism. The works are varied and their receptions mixed, but they share a goal: to use fiction to learn from 20th-century totalitarianism and its horrors, including the Holocaust that claimed the lives of 6 million Jews.

In Amazon's "Hunters," an unlikely group of 1970s New Yorkers target German Nazis who have brought their genocidal quest to America. HBO's "The Plot Against America" is based on Philip Roth's novel that posits a repressive early 1940s U.S. government led by Charles Lindbergh, the real-life aviation hero and anti-Semitic isolationist. The Oscar-winning "Jojo Rabbit" is in Lubitsch's satirical mode, deepened by tragedy.

Preceding them was "The Man in the High Castle," the 2015-19 Amazon series based on Philip K Dick's sci-fi novel of the same name about a fallen America ruled by WWII victors Germany and Japan.

The war has had other screen comebacks. During the political and social turmoil of the mid- to late-1960s, cynical and irreverent films including "King Rat" and "What Did You Do in the War, Daddy?" were released alongside traditional battle epics such as the star-laden "Battle of the Bulge."

"We seem to have waves of interest in both the Holocaust and World War II, not always at the same time," said Sharon Willis, a film scholar and professor at the University of Rochester in New York. "I feel that, collectively, we return to these terrains when we have some kind of problem to work out that we think is related to them."

David Simon, executive producer of "The Plot Against America," unabashedly labels the six-episode series debuting March 16 "a political piece." The cast includes Winona Ryder and John Turturro, and early reviews were admiring.

"It's a critique of xenophobia and demagoguery and the use of 'the other,' the fear of 'the other' to drive political power and to create a political dynamic," Simon said, a pattern that he said predates President Donald Trump. "The demonization of the immigrant cohort has been going on for as long as the republic."

Ironically, he'd originally passed on bringing Roth's novel to the screen because it appeared irrelevant.

"The first time somebody approached me about the adaptation was in 2013, right after (President Barack) Obama's second inauguration. And I thought to myself that it seemed like an artifact" in an increasingly inclusive society, Simon said. The subsequent election and its results forced him to reconsider that view, he said, citing restrictive immigration policies as an area of profound concern.

The late Roth's book proved "allegorical to what we're dealing with now, and the vulnerable cohorts now are not necessarily Jewish Americans, although anti-Semitism has increased," Simon said. "The real vulnerable (groups) are people with black and brown skin, immigrants and Muslims."

As for why he's asking viewers to seek clarity in the rear-view mirror, Simon said that history provides a sturdy, well-vetted foundation on which to build a meaningful allegory. "If we can't apply it to the future, then all that history is pretty useless," he said.

David Weil, creator of "Hunters" starring Al Pacino and Logan Lerman, shares Simon's belief in the power of such storytelling.

"I think sometimes the best way for us to grapple with the truths of our reality and our present is to see it through a different prism and a different lens," said Weil. "So I used the lens of 1977 America to speak about the kind of racism and xenophobia and anti-Semitism that we're continuing to face today, to allow people to really try and take a step back."

Weil's direct inspiration was his grandmother, Sara Weil, a survivor of Auschwitz-Birkenau and Bergen-Belsen, which were among the concentration camps where the German-ordered mass killings of Jews and millions of others were carried out. The stories of hardship that he heard from her as a child eventually fueled Weil's desire to honor her experience and, through his work, become a Holocaust avenger and a "superhero, in some way."

There have been Oscar-worthy films about the Holocaust, Weil said, but he wanted to dramatize the tragedy and its aftermath in an unconventional way. He described his approach as "bold and pulpy and fresh," one that invites a new audience to enter the story through the perspective of characters such as Lerman's young hunter, Jonah.

"In doing so, they'll begin to learn about the truth of the Holocaust and the plight of Jewish people and the plight of all 'others,'" Weil said.

Creative license may be allowed for tone or even the wholesale creation of a band of Nazi hunters, but tampering with the facts of a hallowed event crosses the line for some. A scene in which inmates of the Auschwitz camp in Poland act out a fatal chess game never occurred, according to the site's museum and memorial, which in a recent statement called such inventions "dangerous foolishness and caricature."

Weil responded that the drama was not a documentary and he'd carefully avoided borrowing a specific moment from an actual person's life. That failed to satisfy Rabbi Marvin Hier, founder of the Simon Wiesenthal Center in Los Angeles that's named for the death camp survivor and real-life Nazi hunter.

While dramas can help educate people about Nazism, Hier said, such projects must be labeled a fictional account of a real event or risk giving fodder to Holocaust deniers.

Pete Simi, co-author of "American Swastika: Inside the White Power Movement's Hidden Spaces of Hate" and a professor at Chapman University in Southern California, sees potential in Hollywood's focus on Nazi Germany. One reason: it can help expose the followers who are "rebranding" themselves in a bid to make white supremacy palatable.

"The more we understand what the Nazis represented, the more we are able to analyze the contemporary versions of Nazis" and avoid being deceived by their efforts to subvert "what they actually represent," Simi said.

Simon said he'd like to see "The Plot Against America" make waves of its own.

"In a perfect world, this project gets off the entertainment pages and is argued on the editorial pages or op-ed pages," he said. "That's the reason to do it, is to have the argument now, because civil liberties are being affronted now. American institutions and American norms are under duress right now."

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thechasefiles · 5 years ago

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The Chase Files Daily Newscap 9/23/2019

Good Morning #realdreamchasers. Here is your daily news cap for Monday, September 23RD, 2019. There is a lot to read and digest so take your time. Remember you can read full articles via Barbados Government Information Service (BGIS), Barbados Today (BT), or by purchasing a Daily Nation Newspaper (DN).

MORE RATS – There have been plenty more rat sightings, and the Environmental Health Department is blaming it on the mounting garbage problem. “We have had more complaints of rodents . . . . We’ve had numerous complaints of rodent infestations and sightings across Barbados and a lot of that has to do with basically the management of our refuse right now,” said Acting Chief Environmental Officer Ronald Chapman.“What the Ministry of Health is about to do, and I can say this comprehensively, is we are in the process of putting together a rodent control campaign which would see us mass baiting in highly populated areas to bring down that population. You’re going to see that roll out very, very soon.“I’m just waiting for the bait to get into the island; that’s all we’re waiting for. As soon as the bait gets here, we will be rolling,” he said.While Chapman did not have figures to hand on the number of rat and mice sightings, he said the campaign would start where they received the most complaints.(DN)

REDMAN LAMENTS ‘COVER-UPS’ – The head of a teachers’ union is charging that some principals are covering up problems and challenges under their watch so as not to make their schools “look bad”. The accusation came from president of the Barbados Secondary Teachers’ Union (BSTU), Mary Redman, while a guest on VOB 92.9 FM’s Sunday Brass Tacks yesterday.Joined in the studio by first vice-president Leslie Lett and deputy general secretary Kirtis Luke, Redman, who stressed she was speaking on her own behalf, said some school heads were downplaying the high number of at-risk students on their roll.“Persons still have this idea of ‘my school’ and ‘my school not being represented in that manner’, or ‘my school not being guilty of having certain disciplinary problems’, in an effort to cover up, rather than provide the help that the children need and in so doing, to better possibilities for those children and to provide in the school a more stable, learning environment,” she said.Redman was speaking in the context of proposed programmes to address issues in the schools, particularly violence, which came out of a recent meeting with Prime Minister Mia Amor Mottley, Minister of Education Santia Bradshaw, ministry officials and the BSTU. (DN)

EAGLE HALL AND BELMONT PRIMARY SCHOOLS REOPEN TODAY– The Ministry of Education, Technological and Vocational Training is informing parents and guardians that the Eagle Hall Primary and the Belmont Primary Schools will open on Monday, September 23, for all students. All remedial work has been completed at these two schools.The Maria Holder Nursery School-Sharon and the Sharon Primary School were closed last week due to an environmental problem. The Ministry of Health and Wellness has completed investigations at the two sites. The Ministry of Education, Technological and Vocational Training will open the Maria Holder Nursery School-Sharon to students on Wednesday, September 25.Class 4 students of the Sharon Primary School will report to the Jackson Seventh Day Adventist Church, Jackson, St Michael, also on Wednesday, September 25, for their instruction. All other classes of the Sharon Primary School will remain at home for the remainder of the week.The Ministry of Education, Technological and Vocational Training and the Ministry of Health and Wellness will meet with all members of staff of the Maria Holder Nursery-Sharon and the Sharon Primary Schools on Tuesday, September 24, at the Jackson Seventh Day Adventist Church at 10 a.m. These Ministries will also meet with parents of the two schools on Tuesday, September 24, at 4 p.m. also at the Jackson Seventh Day Adventist Church. The Ministry of Education, Technological and Vocational Training apologises for any inconvenience caused by the extended closure of these two schools.(METVT/BGIS)

COLLECTION OF OUTSTANDING POLICE CERTIFICATE OF CHARACTER– Below is a release from the Royal Barbados Police Force (RBPF). The RBPF would like to inform the general public that the office of the Police Certificate of Character, located at Pinfold Street, St Michael will reopen on Monday, September 23, 2019. Persons with appointments for Monday, September 23, should visit the office at the appointed time to be processed. Special arrangements are in place to accommodate persons affected by the recent closure. Persons who had applied for certificates between August 19, 2019 and September 2, 2019 can collect their certificates on September 23 or September 24 between 8 a.m. and 3 p.m. from the office at Central Police Station, Coleridge Street, Bridgetown, St Michael.Those persons, who had appointments during the week September 3, 2019, will be accommodated at the office at Pinfold Street, St Michael as follows:

1. Tuesday, September 3, 2019 will now be processed on Monday September 23, 2019. 2. Wednesday, September 4, 2019 will now be processed on Tuesday, September 24, 2019. 3. Thursday, September 5, 2019 will now be processed on Wednesday, September 25, 2019. 4. Friday, September 6, 2019 will now be processed on Thursday, September 26, 2019.

Kindly note that the individual scheduled times remain the same. Strict adherence to the appointment time will contribute to the efficiency of the effort. The RRBPF would like to thank the general public for their cooperation and understanding during this period. (BT)

PUMA CASE ON PAUSE – The landmark Puma trademark infringement case against Rihanna’s uncle Leroy Fitzgerald Brathwaite appears to be in a state of “limbo” almost two years after it was first lodged in the Magistrates’ Court. And with the pending elevation of Chief Magistrate Christopher Birch to the Bench of the High Court, the attorney who is representing the international brand says it looks like there will be further delays until a replacement is identified and appointed.“We are in a state of limbo waiting for officials to tell us what will happen next, but we fully hope the matters will proceed once these administrative issues have been resolved,” attorney for Puma, Mark Hope, said.It was in November 2017 that Rihanna’s uncle, 55-year-old Leroy Fitzgerald Brathwaite, of 1st Avenue, Goddings Road, Station Hill, St Michael, who used to go by the stage name Daddy I-Roy, but has more recently styled himself De Warrior, was charged that in trade or in commerce as a supplier, on May 29, 2017, he falsely represented that 11 pairs of slippers and 13 T-shirts were of a particular standard, style or model, to wit, the brand Puma, contrary to the Consumer Protection Act Cap 326D.He also denied that in trade or commerce, he engaged in conduct, to wit, exposed for sale goods bearing the trademark known as Puma which would mislead the public as to the nature of the goods. (DN)

RAIN SETS BACK KNIGHT RIDERS – Heavy rain stalled Trinbago Knight Riders’ bid to catch leaders Guyana Amazon Warriors, when it forced the abandonment of their encounter against struggling St Lucia Zouks on Saturday night. Choosing to bowl first, the Knight Riders reduced Zouks to 99 for four in the 13th over before the bad weather arrived an hour into the contest at the Daren Sammy Stadium to end play prematurely.South African Colin Ingram provided the only real bright spark with an unbeaten 52 off 34 balls, but the hosts lost wickets steadily, and were lagging on 85 for three at the half-way stage of the innings.Each team earned a point for their efforts, leaving the Knight Riders on nine points and one behind Amazon Warriors, and Zouks one from bottom of the six-team standings on three points. (DN)

TRIDENTS “DUCK OUT” – IT WASN’T a happy home-coming for the Barbados Tridents at Kensington Oval last night as Guyana Amazon Warriors extended their unbeaten streak to six victories while qualifying for the play-off round with 12 points so far. The Amazon Warriors won the rain-shortened cricket match by 12 runs under the Duckworth/Lewis/Stern Method.Sent in, Barbados Tridents briefly flourished before falling for an unsatisfactory 138 off 19.2 overs in the first of their five home matches in this year’s Caribbean Premier League.In reply, Guyana Amazon Warriors had reached 77 for two in 10 overs with right-handed opener Brandon King on an explosive 49 not out off 30 balls when rain halted play at 8:40 p.m.When play finally resumed at 9.55 p.m., the Amazon Warriors only required 20 more runs in four overs in a revised target of 97 from a maximum of 14 overs.But only one more over was bowled before the rain came again after King duly completed his half-century while the Amazon Warriors gathered four runs to be on 81 for two in 11 overs, 16 adrift of the new target. King, who hails from Jamaica, finished on 51 not out off 34 balls, having struck five fours and three sixes as he flayed the Tridents’ bowling.He featured in an enterprising opening stand of 61 in 7.1 overs with left-hander Chandrapaul Hemraj, who stroked two fours and a six in 20 off 23 balls. (DN)

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topbeautifulwomens · 6 years ago

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#Eddie #Griffin #celebrityphotographer #curl #food #funnymemes #iphone #modellife #painting #redcarpet #sketch #woman

Born and raised in Kansas City, Missouri Eddie Griffin opened a dance studio at age 15, and after a short-lived teenage nuptials and stints in both the US Navy and prison, made his return to his choreography roots before deciding to accept a dare to take the phase on amateur night at a local night club. He ended up winning $50 bet and the snooze is history.

Following a move to Los Angeles, Griffin, who shortly created a special taste reminiscent of such classic comics as Redd Foxx and Richard Pryor, got additional exposure opening for comedian Andrew Dice Clay on a 22-city tour and later in a string of impromptu performances at Los Angelesâ€ renowned Comic Store. The comedian also became part in Andrew Dice Clayâ€s concert film Dice Rules (1991) and toured with Robert Townsend and the vocal group The Dells in a series of countrywide promotional appearances for the film The Five Heartbeats, that same year. Quickly following with appearances on the HBO Russell Simmonsâ€ Def Comedy Jam and a Cable Ace Award-nominated special, Griffin started branching out into acting.

Kicking off his film career with a small role as M.C. in the Bruce Willis-Damon Wayans action vehicle The Last Boy Scout (1991), Griffin went on to undertook roles in such projects as the comedy feature adaptation Coneheads (1993), the urban superhero comedy The Meteor Man (1993), in which he reunited with director-writer-actor Robert Townsend, and made his guest starring debut on an episode of Foxâ€s series â€śRocâ€ť (1993), as an daunting hustler. A year later, he starred in his own show, â€śHBO Comedy Half-Hour: Eddie Griffin,â€ť a HBO special which earned a CableAce nomination. The same year, he revealed his acting talent with a notable performance as Rat in the fascinating inner-city set drama Jasonâ€s Lyric, which starred Allen Payne, and worked again with Payne for 1995â€s The Walking Dead, a war film which cast both Griffin and Payne as African-American soldiers.

Griffinâ€s acting career gained real impetus in 1996 when he landed a costarring regular role opposite Malcolm Jamal Warner in the UPN sitcom â€śMalcolm & Eddieâ€ť (1996-2000), where he also aided as producer and writer of choose episodes. As insistently enthusiastic tow truck owner Edward Otis â€Eddieâ€ Sherman, he won both the hearts of critics and audience and even took home an Image nod in 2000, for Outstanding Actor in a Comedy Series.

A popular face on television, Griffinâ€s movie appearance became a lot more frequent. Two years after landing the successful gig, he had small role in the mega blockbuster Armageddon (1998, rejoined Bruce Willis), and the next year once again showed his acting skills with memorable performances in the comedy Deuce Bigalow: Male Gigolo, starring Rob Schneider, and Foolish, starring in the title role, a wannabe stand up comedian who joins forces with his brother, an aspiring big time gangster, to achieve their respective goals. The actor then supported Woody Allen and Sharon Stone in the black comedy Picking up the Pieces (2000) and costarred with Orlando Jones in Double Take (2001), but it was not until 2002 that Griffinâ€s film career gained further enhance. He provided laughter to the Denzel Washington thriller John Q and took the eponymous lead, Anton Jackson, in the hit comedy Undercover Brother. He offered a spot-on spoof of Laurence Fishburneâ€s conceited â€śMatrixâ€ť character Morpheus as Orpheus in the horror satire Scary Movie 3, the next year. Still in 2003, he also penned and starred in the documentary DysFunKtional Family, directed by George Gallo. 2004 saw Griffin produce, write and star, with Anthony Anderson, in the little-seen comedy My Babyâ€s Daddy, which mark his screenwriting debut, have the title character in Pryor Offenses, a Showtime film based on the legendary comedian Richard Pryor, and team with Vinnie Jones in Blast!, an action feature helmed by Anthony Hickox. He returned to his role of T.J. Hicks in the needless installment Deuce Bigalow: European Gigolo in 2005.

Recently, in 2006, Griffin portrayed Frank Jones in Date Movie, a comedy spoof of romantic movies co-directed and co-wrote by Aaron Seltzer and Jason Friedberg, starred as a two-faced American rapper in the comedy Irish Jam, had a supporting role in Damon â€Cokeâ€ Danielsâ€ Who Made the Potatoe Salad?, and more recently, appeared in The Year Without a Santa Claus (2006, TV) and the action feature Redline (2006). As for his upcoming ventures, Griffin is scheduled to have roles in the comedy/romance Norbit (2007), the action Once Upon a Time in the Hood (2007), David Michaelsâ€ The Other Side (2007) and Jim Rygielâ€s adventure Bunyan and Babe (2007).

Name Eddie Griffin Height 5' 7" Naionality American Date of Birth 15 July 1968 Place of Birth Kansas City, Missouri, USA Famous for

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