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popculturebuffet · 4 years ago

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The Color of Friendship Review (Commissioned by WeirdKev27): A World of People

Happy Black History Month! Another day, another comission from longtime supporter of the blog Weird Kev and like a good chunk of his-non duck asks, he asked me for something outside my usual wheelhouse. In the past this has meant an episode of the short lived fox show whoops in which we found out how Santa dealt with the end of the world, didn’t know how doors worked, and interacted with some characters so thin you could remake the episode with just Mick Foley in a santa suit and carboard cutouts playing the characters lines and it’d be about the same, and earlier this month Sorry Wrong Meeting, an episode of a sitcom i’d never seen an episode of the Jeffersons about the KKK. So unsuprisingly his big comission for Black History Month was the 2000 Disney Channel Original Movie, The Color of Friendship.

I couldn’t find much on the making of the film, which dosen’t entirely suprise me as at the time this came out, Disney was releasing around 10 a year and whlie that stopped shortly, it still was a whopping 6 a year for some time, ocasionally more ocasionaly less, slowly dwindling down to the two of year we have now. Though it’s still an ongoing concern and has been since the channel started in 83, closing in on 40 years ago, so it’s still impressive Disney hasn’t just outright phased them out. Then again the popular ones make them a lot of money and some like High School Musical and the Descendants Trilogies have broken out so big they’ve lead to spinoff books, tv series in the latter’s case, and all that stuff making them money hand over fist. So making some cheap movies that MIGHT end up making them rich and usually star people that are already on shows they have or were at one point is a no loose proposition, especially now they add an extra release to the Disney Plus callender twice a year. And while the library has it’s gaps and i’ve griped about them enough.. I will say it’s stil la damn good library and it’s nice to be able to watch a film like this, as the dvd was LONG out of print and likely horribly expensive, and while renting it was an option, it would’ve chipped into what I got commissioned for the film. Still would’ve done it it just would’ve sucked to loose money on the deal, if only two bucks, for something I had no control over. Still would do that over adding it onto the comission fee. Point is stuff that’s not been easy to get for some time is now just a few clicks or taps of the remote away, and having the VAST majority of disney’s long and storied history from theatrical to dcom to weird tv oddities like.. this thing

I don’t know what Fuzzbucket is, and frankly I don’t want to know.. I mean I will for a comission or something but i’m not going to go out of my way to find out what that thing is and if it can give me scabies through a telvision screen despite being fictional and proabably long dead. At least I tell myself it’s long dead so ic an sleep at night without worrying about that thing breaking into my house and watchnig me while I sleep changing “SOON JACOB, SOON”. So yeah while you’ll hear me complain about the gaps in DIsney Plus’ library a lot on this blog.

I will give credit where it’s due, and what is on there is pretty expansive and now includes the Muppet Show, which I give them full credit for as that probably took a LOT of work and money to make happen. Plus WandaVision is fucking fantastic, especially now i’m finally all caught up.

But while as I said I couldn’t find much on the making of the film I did find a bit on it’s inspiration: It was inspried by a short story wrtten by Piper Dellums, a writer, poet and activist, and daughter of Ron Dellums. Dellums is a notable congressman who fought against apartheid and constantly fought for a bill to divest from South Africa, something that SHOCKINGLY, Ronald Regan tried to veto because he was a racist disney anamatronic what did you expect, and all in all seemed pretty awesome. He sued Bush SR to try and prevent Desert Storm, in his earliest days in office had an exibit near his phsyical office of vietnam war crimes to try and hold them acountable and in general seems to be a fascenating, hardworking man who constantly and religiously fought for the people and against war.

The story was a real life account of the Piper’s experince housing a South African Student, Marie, who the Delums Family expected to be black.. but turned out ot be white. During Apartheid, south africas racist as hell and horrifying goverment system of segregation that wasn’t abolished till the 90′s. As expected she was racist, but as a proudct of the horribly racist country she came from and much like with her fictional counterpart in this film, slowly grew to realize how fucked up her homeland was and by the time she went back, became an activist She and Piper were very close but her story ends tragically as eventually Piper stopped hearing from her after she was arrested and despite attempts to talk to her.. it was clear by the silence, and by the fact Piper visited South Africa post-aparthied to help and likely would’ve seen her.. that she was likely quitely killed by the state. But her story thankfully lives on, so join me under the cut to see how a 20 year old disney movie aired during black history month handles this difficult real life story, racisim and the 70′s.

The Cast: Quick bit about the cast since I usually do this for first episodes of an animated show and wish i’d done so for my other film reviews so far. Though to keep things simple, i’m only doing the main four cast members, especailly since frankly outside of Mahree’s parents the rest are more supporting roles that don’t have a lot of screen time and in hte case of the south african embassy workers, are just there to be racist card board cutout villians. Piper, who keeps her name from real life is played by Shadia Simmons, who eventually retired from acting to become a High School and Acting Teacher. During her career she was in a bunch of Disney Channel Original Movies, including the first two Zenon Movies, and was in a major role in a bunch of live action childrens shows: I Was A Sizth Grade Alien, Strange Days at Blake Holsely High, and Life with Derek, the only one of which i’ve seen and even then barely so I can’t comment on the rest of her work. Simmons does a decent job in the film, and does shine in the more dramtic scenes, not the best part of it but certainly not bad at all.

Lindsay Haun plays Mahree, and had more of an acting career after this one, having a small recurring role on True Blood as Hadley, while also directing some smaller films. Haun is easily one of the two highlights of the movie and the best of the two main tween actresses by a mile. More on that in a bit.

Next we have Carl Fucking Lumbly as Congressman Ron Dellums. Carl has had a long and storied career and the fucking is because of what I best know him from: Playing the Martian Manhunter Jon Jonzz on Justice League. And let me not undersell it: his version of Jon is waht made me LOVE the character, still do to this day, being the first time I encountered any version of Jon and the one I still love the most, a stoic man who tries to adapt to a world he feels he can never be a part of, adding shades to his stitled demeanour to show off his emtitons and in general being the heart and soul of what made this verison work and made me love the character with his performance. He’s done other stuff too including Cagney and Lacey, Doctor Sleepand what have you.. but he’ll always be Jonn to me and that’s not a bad thing in the slightest. Unsuprisingly he’s the other standout here.

Finally we have Penny Johnson as Ron’s wife and Piper’s Mother Roscoe, who played Captain Sisko’s love intrest on Deep Space 9 and was one of the leads on castle. Haven’t seen either of those but she does seem awesome and does a terrific job here.

Moving on to the film itself.. it’s really fantastic. It has some awkwardness and goofy bollocks as you’d expect from a disney channel original movie in 2000, but it handles a really heavy subject, race relations, gracefully and clearly with the goal of educating an audience with a lot of white kids in it about race. So I can praise what it does right i’m going to be handling the parts that are a bit wobbly first so I can get to the good stuff

Awkwardness and Goofy Bollocks:

First the out and out criticism: The films TV Movie roots show in places, as this film lacks the polish these films would have later this decade, with the film barely having an opening title sequence and just sorta throwing you in, though to their credit it does open with the utterly awesome Back in Love Again, because 70′s.

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That slaps and that’s an undeniable fact. What’s also an undenaible fact is the film dosen’t try the hardest to be very 70′s in it’s sets and what not, though it does do it a little with the clothes and that not being the case with Mahree is intentional, as her family while wealthy is from another culture and one literally and metaphorically behind the times.

I will also say Shadia Simmons is a decent actress, but is mildly weak in comparison to the other 3 in the leads, but its more the result of putting a pretty standard child sitcom actress up against two experinced actors who know what their doing and one whose about as experinced as her, but simply has a LOT to work with and goes above and beyond. It’s less that she’s bad and more that she’s simply not as good as what’s around her, and in general I tend to go easier on child actors since it’s not an easy job for a grown adult much less a teenager, it’s very pressurey and there’s a reason a LOT of them bottom out as they get older or retire all together.

I will say though that Piper’s brothers are awful and I feel are only there because she actually had brothers. The actors try, i’m not pinning this on them but writing wise their just two little shits who contirbute ntohing of value to any scene their in, being generally way to young to get into the heavy topic at hand, and mostly being there for unfunny shneanigans. They aren’t in the film too much otherwise they might’ve ruined it for me, but if Shadia struggles a bit agianst sttronge perofrmances imagine who younger actors with the stage direction “Be the bane of my existence” and you’ll MAYBE see the problem.

The film also loves cheesy time passing montages, including an actual factual shopping montage, easily the goofiest, but it’s something you’d expect from a dcom and helps lighten the mood. That’s a running theme outside the brothers there really isn’t anything too silly.. until the last act. See in the last act, the film tackles the real life death of Steve Biko, a South African activist against apartheid who was captured by the state and very transparently murdered in jail. with the government claming he killed himself which no one bought because why would they, and it sparked riots worldwide and finally got the US to take Apartheid seriously according to the film. Though as I mentioned earlier Regan did not in case you thought the republican party being terrible and deeply racist was a brand new thing. It was not. Guys like Tucker Carlson and Former President Trump are a symptom, not the disease.. though they certainly look and feel like some form of plauge. Point is Mahree is breifly taken by the embassy.. whose staff who take her feel like the Disney Channel Original Movie form of Nazi’s. The heavy accents, the way they compose themselves... I half expect an elderly indiana jones to show up to whip the piss out of them. And dont’ get me wrong, the only diffrence between these pricks and a nazi is the fact they don’t call themselves nazis, this isn’t a nuanced horrifying racist to be scared of but a saturday morning cartoon version.

While white supremacists in real life can be cartoonishly evil, again see trump and carlson, it does kind of undercut the seriousness and nuance of things to have your villians be cold, cackling cutouts who are 5 seconds away from saying “You are part of the rebel alliance and a traitor take her away” to our heroine, especailly since Mahree’s reaction to being taken away and confusion at everything and at being treated like a prisoner by her own people are very painful and very well acted. I do get showing them as monsters, because they were, but given Mahree’s father who as a south african police man was DEFINTELY ONE and even outside his racisim doubts and downtalks his own daughter, still feels like an actual person, if not a GOOD person, they could’ve done better and did in the same film.

But that stuff aside.. I really can’t find much that’s honestly that silly or bad and as you can tell what little I did was more a product of being a tv movie. So now i’ve got the negatives out of the way

This Film Is Pretty Good: It truly is, for a lot of reasons. But the biggest is the nuance. It could’ve been easy to just have Maree as some racist kid needing to learn a lesson who was openly cruel and easy to jeer at.. but the film went iwth the reality: that she was instead an extremley privlaged and insulated girl who simply NEVER knew better. To her her very racist and segregated world is just the way the world worked for her and she dosen’t even consider when the Dellums come to pick her up minus Ron these aren’t servants and her own servant’s words fall on deaf ears, as the poor woman tries to make it clear how miserable her life is and how much she deseprately wants this child to do better. Marhee is never actively malicious even when, due to the shock of her all black host family, she baricades herself in Piper’s room. It’s obnoxious sure and CERTAINLY hurtful and the film makes no bones about it and Piper rightfully calls her out on it. The film dosen’t let her get away with any intetnional racisim like that and after Piper calls her out, she realizes she’s been selifsh and makes a genuine effort. And even then the film makes a good choice in not making it an easy road to realization. Mahree makes a genuine effort in the first place not because of any big revelation or anything, but because she simply hears her dad in her head telling her she’d give up after a week and that, coupled with Piper’s words, makes her see herself as a selfish brat. Even after she’s floored by a mall where black and white people stand side by side aand casually talks about horrors like ID Cards like i’ts a GOOD thing, because that’s what she’s been taught by her dad. That black people are happy being told where they can and can’t go when no they weren’t they simply had no chocie in the matter. And while we do see early on when an asshole at a restraunt assaults a waiter for an accident that Mahree clearly isn’t okay with the more horrifying side of things, she still dosen’t quite grasp WHY that happened, simply that it’s something that does reguarly she dosen’t like. It’s excellently, and unsuprisingly called back when they visit an ice cream place in the states and something similar happens.. but the guy takes it in stride, even ordering a sundae, to Maree’s confusion.

It’s what makes the film work and all the more striking: As Roscoe makes clear to Ron, whose admant about nto having a racist in the house, this is not her fault. While the film makes it clear Mahree’s behavior at first was not okay and her prejudiece is not okay, it also makes it VERY clear she’s a product of a terrible system and terrible parenting from people who choose to benneift from the system instead of challenge it. She’s only like this because she hasn’t had a reason to ever think diffrent and just took her parents at face value and no mater the country, this is something that sadly happens far too often: Someone hating a group or thinking discrimination is okay because that’s how they were taught and that’s all they’ve known and the only way to change that is to challenge that opinon and try to get them to have some empathy and see the other way and as this film shows it’s a struggle.. and at the end of the day while the Dellums make a concentrated effort, Maree is the one who has to realize what her parents taught her is bad and her country is inherently flawed and NEEDS to change, just like ours did, and STILL badly needs to.

And that’s where the nuance kicks in as the good congressman is understandable in not wanting a racist in his house... but his wife is equally right that Maree is not some easy symbol of his hatred towards south africa, but a girl who grew up knowing nothing more than the fucked up system, and eventually he comes around, realizing , especially after she apologizes for him even thinking she’d use a racial slur on piper after a very powerful conversation with the two and piper accidently saying she used the South African N Word, almost accidently getting her friend thrown out, that she simply hasn’t been outside her shell and gently guides her to keep reading roots, even letting her take it with her if she wants back home. The film shows the full pain of the situation but also shows change is posisble. Again it’s not easy, Mahree has a panic attack waiting in an almost all black line in school and it’s shown to be as horrible a thought as it is., but she DOES change and it comes off as real, as someone realizing the system they grew up with is broken and needs to be fixed and she can’t just sit back and let it.

What makes this happen, besides the aformentioned kidnapping by saturday morning cartoon racists, is Piper confronting her after a friend from south africa forces Piper to acccept that while her and Mahree are friends, Mahree might not seee her as equal and Piper in turn in a heated argument and easily Simmons best performance of the film, that things are broken and wrong and that her “firend”, her nanny/servant back home, is not happy. It leaves Mahree crying and Ron telling her the honest truth: Change was, and again still is but this was 2000 and while we should’ve had this talk disney channel wasn’t ready for it, needed to make things better here.. and tha’ts what south african’s doing> Fighting for equal rights at last. It’s some powerful, heavy as hell stuff you woudln’t expect from a line of movie that also include a robot house, before that was an actual thing, a merMAN dad MerMan, a boy slowly turning into a leprechaun, and at least two diffrent movies centering around wacky kidnappings. It’s a nuanced and hard look at race, as hard as late 90′s jsut turned into the 2000′s disney could get mind, aimed at kids and the film, whiel stilted really has my utter praise. It’s genuinely moving, well acted and teaches a valuable message that while not eveyrone can change.. it dosen’t hurt to try and help them, as well as the equal message that change start with YOU. someone has to WANT to be better and learn and actually let other people in to help them. And I wont’ lie and say this is the most naunced or subtle film.. at time’s it’s about as subtle as a ralph wiggum throught he window

But sometimes you don’t need to be. It also taught kids about apartheid, not me as I barely saw the film, but many learned of something ghoulsih that had barely ended at the time of the film’s release, something I only learned about as a teen via bloom county and a diffrent world, which has an utterly awesome apartheid episode “A World Alike”. Seriously check it out if you have prime, as it shows that america isn’t the only country with a deep history of ingraned racisim. And was it an easy way to have an anti racisim narriative without fully confronting america’s own racist history? Yup. Just.. yup. Can I blame Disney Channel for it when they clearly, while equipped to tackle racisim, weren’t ready to tackle something that dense or heavy, and while Proud Family later would there’s a diffrence between a 20 minute one off episode of a cartoon and 90 minutes of film? Yeah. For what it is and for what the time period is, I applaud this film taking on such a heavy topic with grace. Some goofyiness here and there yes and some lack of subtly.. but still grace. For what it is is, it’s pretty good and i hope to show it to my nieces one day soon. It has i’ts heart in the right place and thus has a place in my heart. See you next rainbow.

#the color of friendship #disney channel #dcom #disney channel original movie #black history month #black lives matter

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derekmsheen · 7 years ago

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“My 16th Birthday” or “How I Made Birthday Money Working For The Sinaloa Cartel!”

I sat behind the steering wheel of the battered red truck. I wasn’t sure why he asked me to sit in the driver’s seat, but I instantly obliged. I jumped out the passenger door and got in through the driver’s side. I didn’t feel confident trying to slide over the gearshift, with the truck still running. God knows I would’ve dropped it into gear on accident and sent the little Toyota rolling down the hill on our first day out together. I didn’t want to take any chances disappointing him so I made sure to get out and walk around.

He didn’t notice how nervous I was and I’m sure, in retrospect, he wouldn’t give a shit either.

He walked off towards the open bay door of the auto body shop and disappeared.

“Son, if you see me running, be ready to hit the gas” he said, before he got out of the cab and went to the bed of the truck to retrieve his leather briefcase.

My instincts were telling me what we were doing was wrong, but at this point I didn’t feel confident asking any questions: things were happening so fast and I wasn’t prepared. I wasn’t equipped for any this.

Hell, I didn’t even know how to drive a clutch.

But I sure as hell wasn’t going to tell him that. I’d figure it out if I had to. I’d seen his father sitting in this very seat, pushing the clutch with his giant boot and jamming the stick in any number of directions as the tiny truck lurched and bucked against the will of an overburdened clutch.

My grandfather only had a 4th grade education; If he could muster the coordination to drive this thing, I could probably manage.

It was already getting dark and I was pretty sure we weren’t going to make the movie, like he promised.

I didn’t know yet this was a routine we would follow for the rest of our time together: unfulfilled promises made to secure my cooperation. So here I was, sitting in a running truck I was unqualified to operate, without even a learner’s permit. The guilt was like a sour ball of heat in my stomach, but I was trying so hard to ignore it.

It was my 16th birthday and I was finally with my Dad.

My day had started earlier than usual: at 6a.m. I managed to rouse myself, get showered and dressed without waking my mom. The night before, I’d cancelled our birthday plans together by lying about a date with a human girl. Barbara was so excited at the possibility of me liking a girl that she told me we could reschedule my birthday dinner for later in the week. If she knew that I blew her off in order to meet up with my biological father, she would never forgive me.

Barbara had love in her heart for even the worst of people, but when it came to Michael Sheen, she was unapologetic about her anger and distrust of him.

She served him with divorce papers while he was in jail, awaiting sentencing for narcotics trafficking, which came as a complete surprise to her; until then, she was completely oblivious about his second life as a young up-and-comer in the Colacurcio crime syndicate: an extension of the Gambino crime family.

After their divorce was final she was adamant about zero visitations until I was old enough to decide whether I wanted anything to do with him.

She was very careful about the potential of poisoning the well so instead of telling me anything about him, she almost never spoke of him at all. Unless of course I asked, then she would open the old “hope chest” and show me the pictures of a young Michael holding his baby son, followed by a few newspaper articles, offered without comment, from the day the FBI stormed Francis and Isabelle’s home and placing Michael under arrest for high treason. More on this later.

We made a plan to meet at the King’s Diner, down the highway from the apartment I was currently sharing with Barbara, around 7:30 in the morning. Michael told me the plan was to meet up early, run a couple of errands and then grab some lunch followed by any movie I wanted to see. I had chosen “Spies Like Us”.

I arrived at King’s early enough to watch all the older union guys and dock workers show up for their first AA meeting of the day. Apparently, every morning at 7A.M. sharp, the banquet room became an ad-hoc sobriety hall, complete with its own coffee maker (one of those big, industrial size aluminum numbers) and fresh donuts. Some fellas ordered breakfast, which allowed me the opportunity to hear parts of their stories every time the server pushed through the swinging doors with plates of food perched up and down each arm. I sat at the diner until 11am, drinking coffee and re-reading the same paper for a while, trying to find new, unexplored parts I hadn’t examined yet, so I didn’t fall asleep at the diner’s counter. There was never a moment where I thought about going back home; I would wait all day if I had to. It was my birthday and I was going to spend it with my father, even if I had to wait until sundown.

When the little red truck finally pulled up to the front of the restaurant, I could tell Michael hadn’t been awake for long. His face was covered in light stubble and he carried heavy dark bags under his eyes. I paid for my coffee and went out to meet him as he reached over to the passenger side door and opened it from inside.

“Hop in, son!” he managed a half smile as I jumped in. The truck was filled with the rich odor of booze sweat and I instantly understood why he was 3 hours late. I tried to ignore it, rolled the window down and leaned outside for fear of dry heaving and blowing my cover. I asked him where we were going for lunch.

“I was thinking we’d hit this barbeque place in Aberdeen. A friend of mine lives out there and I thought we’d go say hi?” he replied.

“Isn’t Aberdeen three hours away?” I asked.

“I know I said we’d hit a movie” he replied, “but I have to run some errands first and I thought we’d do it together? We can spend some time talking and catching up” he offered, weakly.

I tried to mask my disappointment and sound agreeable.

“Um…yeah, that’s okay. We can hit a later movie.”

He didn’t reply, he just wrestled the clutch into drive and we hit the highway.

We drove in relative silence, with an occasional break for heavy sighing, belching or rubbing his face to stay awake, for what felt like days. I found myself annoyingly tapping along to the beat of the wipers as we plugged along the wet backwoods utility road on which we were currently driving. We’d left the freeway some time ago and were driving through a part of the countryside I wasn’t familiar with. I couldn’t ever remember being out this far.

Eventually, he slowed the truck and hit the turn signal as we pulled onto a long, muddy road, towards a huge, modern looking home, behind a massive iron gate. As he pulled up to the callbox he rolled his window down, reached out and hit the button.

A voice came over the tiny speaker:

“Hi Michael. Hold on” a man’s voice called out as the gates began to open and we slowly drove through.

Michael stared ahead and said “Son, this is a guy I work with. Would you mind hanging out with his kid while we do our business. Do you mind?”

“I guess not?” I replied, barely hiding my irritation.

“I didn’t tell him you were coming with me and he’s a little paranoid. Nothing to worry about, but you can play video games or something, then we’ll grab some lunch. Okay?”

“No problem, Michael”

He looked at me, perturbed.

“You can call me Dad, son. It’s alright.”

“Sorry. No problem…Dad” the word fell out of my mouth clumsily.

He pulled the little red truck onto a paved turnaround and parked, next to a silver Mercedes, which was parked next to a silver Land Rover. It was an enormous home. Huge floor to ceiling windows let me see inside. It was decorated for the holidays and I could see a massive Christmas tree. It had to be twenty feet tall and still didn’t begin touch the vaulted ceiling, where a massive wrought iron chandelier hung near the largest fireplace I’d ever seen.

Michael went to knock, but the door opened before his fist touched it. The man on the other side was still in his bathrobe and ushered us in, holding the door open for another moment and nervously looked around outside, before closing it behind us. Michael extended his hand and it just hung there as the man ignored it. He never even looked at me, instead pushing my dad towards an office to the right of the entrance. They both went in and he slammed the door behind them. I stood in the foyer, stunned and disoriented by the size of the place.

I found my way to the living room and saw a very young boy, maybe seven years old, watching cartoons in his pajamas. I sat on the couch next to him. He looked up at me for just a second, then back to the television. I sat and watched tv without ever saying a word to him.

Eventually I heard them emerge from the office, their voices getting louder as they made their way to the living room. Michael looked around nervously as the man in the robe split off into the kitchen.

“Let’s move” he whispered. His tone seemed hurried.

I Iooked up and saw the perspiration soaking through his shirt. He was the color of bleached paper.

“You okay?”

“We need to get the FUCK out of here” he spat quietly through gritted teeth and made a rolling motion with his hand.

I hurried off the couch and followed him. He was nearly to the truck before I even reached the door.

I ran out to the driveway to catch up and he’d already started the truck. Once I was inside, he hit the gas so hard the truck backfired and lurched forward. His face was turned, staring at the front door of the house, as he put the truck in reverse and backed out from between the two luxury vehicles. We made our way toward the gate, which was slowly opening for us. Once we were just outside the property, Michael let out a barking cough and wiped sweat from his eyes.

He slammed the brakes and skidded the truck into the dirt along the side of the road. He hurled himself from the driver’s side door and began making circles around the truck, his arms lifted over his head. He steadied himself on the truck’s short bed and began to dry heave, but nothing came out. He grabbed the door and pulled himself into the tiny cab, his eyes wet with tears and sweat, cheeks flush and his breathing labored.

“Dad? Are you alright?” I asked, fully aware he was the opposite of alright.

“No”, he answered curtly, before he whispered “fuck” under his breath.

He took one very deep breath and stared ahead just before announcing, “one more stop before lunch. I promise.” He said as he pulled back onto the utility road.

We drove in silence for almost an hour, before Michael pulled off the freeway and stopped in front of a small uniform supply store. There was a cartoon police officer painted on the big display window with the word “SALE” next to him in a loud Day-Glo color. He left the truck running and told me to wait as he made his way around to the bed of the truck and grabbed his briefcase.

I stared out the rain-covered windshield for twenty minutes.

He seemed almost relieved when he got back in the truck. “Alright” he said as he pulled his seatbelt over his lap. “Let’s get some lunch!”

“We’re gonna meet up with my friend Big Lou” Michael announced, breaking a very long silence. He’s a good fella. We met on the inside.”

I knew that ‘inside’ was slang for Lompoc Federal Penitentiary, where he had spent the previous 9 years.

“Now, when you meet Lou…” he cautioned, “don’t stare. He’s a big fella; easily over five hundred pounds. He had a cell to himself because no one else could fit in there with him. He’s a funny dude, you’ll like him”.

I wasn’t sure why he was selling Big Lou to me so hard, but I was about to find out.

Then, out of nowhere, he shared a weird piece of life advice with me.

“I hope you never end up there but if you do, don’t take anything anybody leaves on your bunk. I mean it. Cigarettes, magazines, drugs? Those aren’t gifts and nothing is ever free. Catch my drift?” I assumed that last question was rhetorical but Michael continued to stare at me, expecting an answer.

“Um…yeah? Got it. Thanks?”

“Good. I’m serious” he added.

We pulled up to Big Pig BBQ at nearly three o’clock. There was only one other car in the parking lot and it was a beat to shit Ford LTD with a piece of plastic wrap over the blown-out passenger window. Michael parked next to it and as we got closer I could see that the car was a dumpster, filled to overflowing with unopened mail, newspapers, blankets, empty food wrappers and bags. I had to stifle a gag as we walked past it and the smell of wet rot punched me right in my empty stomach.

“Looks like Big Lou beat us here” he said as I tried to keep my insides inside.

The restaurant had a rustic log cabin vibe going on and the front counter was empty when we walked in. Michael scoped out the dining area and pointed at a big corner table where the largest man I’ve ever seen had somehow managed to squeeze between the table and the wall and was now struggling to free himself to rise and greet my dad. Big Lou’s massive arms flapped like a flightless bird as he desperately tried to escape the tiny space he’d jammed himself into until, with one final upward heave his torso squooged free and his tremendous gut slid across the table as he crab-walked out of the tiny corner booth. He was now damp with sweat as his unsteady legs prepared to once again carry more than they were really equipped for.

He was a mountain of moist black skin and when he grabbed Michael he absorbed him more than embraced him.

I immediately understood how he acquired his nickname.

Michael introduced me and Lou extended a giant hand, the size of a canned ham, soaking wet with perspiration. It wrapped itself all the way around my tiny arm like a hungry python.

“You’re handsome just like yer daddy” Big Lou told me as his face creased into a pleasant smile. We all made our way to the counter and a lone employee appeared from behind swinging doors.

When our orders arrived, Big Lou had four separate baskets of smoked meats and sides that took up most of the available table space. He jammed a wad of napkins into the neck of his humongous and grease stained tee shirt as he set to work on emptying every one of those baskets by the time I’d even finished my one meal.

I tried tuning in to their conversation but It was difficult to hear over Lou’s wet chewing which made everything sound like it was underwater.

I was actually thankful they left me alone. Big Lou didn’t seem like a person I would ever have to meet again and, frankly, I just wanted to get the out of this place and go see a movie.

Out of nowhere, Michael asked me to run out to the truck to grab his briefcase and I became immediately irritated. Suddenly it hit me that we’d only met two days ago and now I’m in the middle of Aberdeen at an empty BBQ restaurant, watching an ogre gorge himself to death not long after running for our lives (from God knows what) at some yuppie mansion in the middle of nowhere, then sitting in silence in a shaky old truck with no heat and on my fucking birthday??

‘Goddammit’ my brain hollered.

‘I just want to see my fucking movie and go home’ I kept repeating to myself as I reached under the rain soaked tarp, feeling for Michael’s briefcase.

‘What’s so friggin’ important in here?’ I thought. I quickly glanced at the clasps and noticed it had a combination lock. I wondered if he’d rolled the tumblers after closing it, last time? Maybe I’d peek inside. I used my thumb to push the squared button on the first clasp and realized it was locked. Dammit.

I swung the case by the handle for a moment to see if I could feel what was inside, but nothing shifted. It was heavy. What the hell was in here that was so important? Then it thankfully occurred to me that I was probably better off not knowing and I made my way back inside. When I came back inside they were sitting closer to each other, their heads low and they spoke in whipsers. I made my steps heavier so they could hear me coming and set the briefcase on the table. Michael grabbed it and quickly hid it under the table without ever looking up at me.

He reached into his pocket, grabbed a wad of money and peeled off a ten-dollar bill.

“Why don’t you go grab us a piece of pie?” he asked

“I don’t think I can eat another thing. I’m pretty full.” I answered.

“Son, go get us a piece of pie. Please” and jammed the bill in to my hand and nudged me towards the front counter.

As I walked back towards the front counter I began to feel helpless and a little trapped, but I just kept my head down, hoping this weird day would end soon and then I ordered two pieces of pie.

We watched Lou struggle with the driver’s side door and try to fold himself into the tiny trash packed car. As he turned the key the car belched and coughed black smoke. Suddenly the smell of wet garbage became stronger as my throat began to burn from re-swallowing my lunch.

“Y’all be good now!” he called out over the radio blaring an unidentifiable mix of static and possibly Lionel Richie.

“We’ll talk soon, Lou” Michael said as he patted the meat of Big Lou’s arm.

Lou carefully backed his wreckage out of the empty parking lot and I could now see that both taillights were shattered as he pulled onto the highway, black smoke following him down the lonely road.

Michael and I got back in the truck and headed towards the freeway.

“What’d you think of Big Lou?” Michael asked, as the little truck accelerated towards the freeway entrance. I’d been quiet since lunch. My irritation had gone from hiding deep under the surface to nearly full-blown visible, but I was aware that Michael was oblivious to it.

I let out a deep sigh and obliged him, “Yeah, interesting guy”.

“You wanna know what he was in for?” he asked.

“Nah, It’s none of my business”

“It’s pretty crazy. You sure you don’t wanna know?”

“Was it murder or something?” I asked, half-heartedly. It was obvious he wanted to tell me.

He dropped the truck into a lower gear and stared dead ahead when he spoke.

“Lou had a real specific job.” his face was searching for the right language to use, careful to edit his thoughts before he finally blurted “he was a contract rapist.”

For a moment, I was confused because none of those words seemed to fit together.

He took his eyes off the road for a brief second when he noticed my silence.

“Not women. His specialty was men.” He followed this batshit statement with a nervous laugh, as if even he couldn’t believe what just came out of his mouth. I kept waiting for him to break and tell me he was kidding or he was testing me and then tell me that Big Lou was actually just a murderer.

Nope.

Then he continued:

“He’d get called in on special occasions. Like, when a juror or a witness needed extra persuading? Mostly he’d get hired by ex-wives wanting revenge on their husbands. He got caught when some rich guy fucked his wife over in a divorce and she hired Lou to ruin his life. They caught him sneaking into the guy’s room. He thought Lou was there to kill him. Must’ve shit a brick when he found out what he was really there for?”

“Wait…for real?” I croaked, unaware how dry my throat was.

“Son, why would I make up something like this?” he seemed incredulous, before adding, “Besides, most of them had it coming.”

My sixteen-year-old brain couldn’t process how he was capable of rationalizing something so fucked up and I suddenly wanted to be home.

I wanted to be home so bad.

I wanted to see my mom and tell her she was right. That I should’ve listened to her. That I was naïve and she was so right. I wanted to apologize for everything and somehow magically wake up in my bed this morning. Forgetting to call my dad and celebrating my birthday with my mom, just like we’d planned.

I knew absolutely nothing about this guy. Where he’d been the last fifteen years and six months. What he’d done all that time. I didn’t even know why he was in prison? I was so desperate to just hop right into a truck with this dude and try jumpstarting a relationship, knowing absolutely jack shit about him, other than he was partially responsible for my existence and I did the very thing I’d been warned never to do with someone I didn’t know, especially if that stranger was my dad.

Now I was hours from home and daylight was starting to fade.

I was panicking, but I promised myself I would do everything in my power to bury it deep down, as far as I could, until I got home. I didn’t want to let him see me like this. Not on our first day together. I had plenty of time to regret this later.

But I had no idea just how long this day would actually last.

Now, back to the beginning:

Here I was, sitting behind the steering wheel, staring out the windshield and hoping to see Michael walk, not sprint, towards the running Toyota, I finally see someone come into view from the light of the open bay door: it was Michael and he waved, smiling, as he calmly walked towards the truck.

Relief washed over me. I wouldn’t have to learn how to drive a manual transmission under extreme duress and he’d promised me this was be the absolute last stop.

The clock above the odometer ready twelve after six and the last light of the sun was simply a purple blister over the horizon.

As he made his way to the driver’s side, he motioned for me to scoot over.

Still afraid of hitting the stick and sending the running truck down the road, instead I got out and walked over to the passenger side.

I didn’t even wait for his seatbelt to click before asking him, “So, is that it? Are we done for the day? Can we go see a movie now?”

He flashed me an exhausted grimace as his hands slowly rubbed his eyes, “We’re done, but I don’t think we’re gonna make that movie.”

I was already expecting this, but I wanted to make him say it out lout. It was oddly satisfying, knowing I was at least right that he would disappoint me.

“Okay” I said while yelling ‘fuck, fuck, fuck!’ in my head. It was anything but okay.

“Look, we need to head back to mom and dad’s before I get you home. I gotta get something from the house and they’ll want to see you, since it’s your birthday. You okay with that?” he asked.

‘Fuck no, I’m not okay with that’ in my head.

“Yeah, sure” I said out loud.

The house they lived in was the one where my mom started her labor pains. They sold it not long after I was born to open a short-lived Pizza Pete’s franchise. During that time, they lived in a trailer park in Burien and when the old house went back on the market, they bought it back immediately. Michael had been living with them since his transfer. He didn’t have a job or savings and his parents let him live in the downstairs TV room, until he could get on his feet. I imagine if my grandfather had his way, he’d have let Michael stay there indefinitely. I always felt like he was the Devil on his dad’s shoulder (oddly, I don’t think there was an angel on his other shoulder) that helped justify his day drinking and gambling at the shitty, smoke filled card room ironically named “Gold Nugget”. Which, coincidentally, was a place that Gary Leon Ridgway would frequent in between Green River murders.

We pulled into the covered car park as the little Toyota bathed the front windows of the little house with its dull headlights. The upstairs curtains parted and I saw the tiny bird-like frame of my grandmother peek out to see who was there. Then she let go of the drapes and opened the front door as Michael put the truck in park and turned it off.

As we got out of the truck, she stood at the top of the steps with a dishtowel, drying her hands.

“Well, there’s the birthday boy!” she said with a sharp smile. “You’re another year older and another year wiser, right?” she asked as she wrapped her paper-thin arms around me.

“Hi Grandma” I hugged her back and she walked us into the living room.

My grandfather, Francis, sat reclined in his worn leather chair and folded his newspaper onto his lap. He was not a quiet man and possessed all the physical grace of a club-footed ballerina. His shirt was wrinkled above his stomach and one button had popped open, exposing the white flesh if his belly. The legs of his pants were pushed up over his socks as if he’d slid onto the chair from above, legs first. His oversized orthopedic shoe (compensating for a weakened ankle; the by-product of an injury he suffered during WWII) had a thicker heel and sole that was supposed to help make his gait more even, but instead caused him to lumber like Frankenstein’s monster, due it’s excessive weight. For some reason, as a kid, every time I watched him walk it I would picture a bowling ball falling down a long flight of stairs. I’m still not sure why my brain chose that particular image, but somehow it suited him.

He adjusted his dirty glasses and swept his hand over the top of his sweaty head, flattening what was left of his long white hair, over the top of his head.

“Well, this just warms my heart” he croaked with a tinge of sarcasm.

“The apple and tree. Let’s hope they don’t fall too close together” my grandmother added and this made both of them break into a fit of laughter.

Michael wrapped his arms around his mother’s smallish frame and then walked by his father, reached out and tousled up his hair, which made his father spit out “sonofabitch” under his breath, as he quickly swept his meaty paw up to brush his hair back into place.

“What did you two boys get into today?” Isabelle asked.

Michael spoke before I could.

“I took Derek with me to see a couple of friends, then we had some lunch and drove around. Just talked and caught up” he shot me a sideways look I instantly recognized as the ‘keep your mouth shut’ signal.

The one thing we seemed to share genetically was an ability to lie without any effort or emotion whatsoever.

I tried not to make eye contact with either of them. I knew she could read me like a book and would have instantly known something was up. Instead, I made my way to the bathroom while he talked, so I could just hide.

I heard her ask if we were hungry and dad told them he had a late lunch and he just wanted to spend another hour or so catching up with me before he had to drive me back home.

‘Shit’ I thought. My stomach sank at the thought of another hour “hanging out” with Michael. I just wanted to go home.

Then I heard my grandmother say she needed to get my birthday card since I was here and it would save her trouble of mailing it.

I waited another couple of minutes and flushed an empty toilet before running my hands under the sink.

She was standing just outside the bathroom door when I came out.

“Happy Birthday, birthday boy!” she shouted and I was wound so tight I almost screamed.

“Since you’re here we’ll just give this to you now” she said as she thrust an envelope into my hands. It was bright yellow and had the word “Favorite Grandson” written in flawless calligraphy. I managed a ‘thank you’ and gave her a big hug before I walked over to Francis and gave him a half-hug, which was clumsy and lacked feeling. He smelled like stale peanuts.

Michael announced we were going downstairs before he had to take me back. I put the unopened card in my coat pocket and followed him, hoping none of them noticed me visibly cringing.

I followed him through the living room, past the kitchen and into the tiny office where my grandmother paid all of the bills and wrote her letters. It was littered with pictures of the savior, her grandchildren and old black and whites of her and a thinner, healthier Francis dressed in his Navy whites. He was a dashing young man with strong features and towered over Isabelle by a g foot and a half.

They both hollered “Goodnight” to us as we headed down the stairs from the office into the darkened TV room.

The TV room somehow got labeled as a “basement” even though it was actually at ground level and the picture window looked directly out on the front grill of the Toyota, parked mere feet away.

Michael flicked the switch on the room’s only lamp and the room filled with a warm, yellowish light, illuminating the single orange couch and the large wooden console television in the corner. There was a second door that led out to the covered driveway and a set of French doors, behind which sat the washer and dryer. The room was sparse. There was a small garbage bag, in the corner, with Michael’s clothes inside and two blazers on hangers, suspended on the curtain rod.

I had to remind myself that he’d only been on the other side of a prison fence for a week or so.

The couch was covered with two blankets and a single discolored pillow. He sat and propped his head on his elbow and with his other hand, reached into a pants pocket to remove the truck’s keys.

“Do me a favor, son” he said as he reached over to hand them to me. “Go outside and grab my briefcase out of the truck please?”

And for the second time I begrudgingly obliged him, took the keys and headed out the side door. I walked over to the still warm Toyota and retrieved the ratty case from the truck’s bed. It was substantially lighter than before.

I handed him the case and truck keys, which he dropped onto the side table, where the lamp sat.

I saw his thumbs roll the tumblers on the case’s combination lock and pop both latches open. He lifted the lid of his attaché, reached inside and pulled out four separate stacks of hundred dollar bills. Each stack was approximately 4 to 5 inches tall and contained by a thick rubber band. Michael sat two of the stacks next to him on the couch, removed the band from one and began peeling off bills, one at a time. Oddly, the stacks didn’t seem to change in size.

“I’m sorry we never made the movie, but you really helped me out today. Here…” he said as he handed me a stack of bills before wishing me a

‘happy birthday’.

I was frozen dumb as I sat holding a wad of cash and the day’s events came rushing back as it suddenly became very clear.

My mind started racing through every possible ‘what if’ scenario and it felt like there was a hole burning through my stomach.

“You could say thank you” Michael broke the momentary silence. He was staring at me, impatiently waiting for a response. My mind cartwheeled over and over as I could see myself arrested and the sound of cuffs as they locked my arms behind my back. I could imagine calling mom from jail, crying.

I was rapidly flipping through every single thing that could have gone wrong. I was on the ridge, staring down at a full-blown panic attack looking straight back at me.

I was also thinking about that wad of money in my hand. I wanted to hand it back but part of me also wanted to count it?

“Um…thank you?” I managed to stutter, while my eyes darted from his to the front window as I waited for the red and blue lights of all the police cars I expected to swarm my grandparent’s tiny house any moment.

“Um…” I started and he cut me off before I could finish.

“You really want to know? Because if I tell you, you’re an accomplice.”

‘Holy fucking shit!!’ my brain started hollering on a loop.

I looked directly into his eyes and thought very hard before answering him.

“Yes please” I blurted with shaky confidence.

He lowered his head and the smile disappeared completely.

His voice dropped to a low, whispering baritone and he scooted closer to me.

“That guy we met this morning is Phil. We used to work together before I went back inside.”

He continued, “I owed him some money and we had to work some things out today”, he paused and I could see the color leave his face as he drew a breath.

“He put his gun in my mouth and that’s why we had to leave in a hurry. I wanted to get out of there before he changed his mind.”

I felt cold all over before he went on.

“We moved almost two kilos of cocaine today. There’s a thousand dollars in your pocket for helping me. That was my cut. The rest is Phil’s.”

I’m not sure what my face was doing during his explanation, but he could tell I was shook. He put his hand on my shoulder and tried to change his tone.

“Son, look…when I pay him back, I’m done. I just have to tie up some of these loose ends and try not to get my head blown off. I’d really appreciate if you kept this between us. Not your mom, not your friends. Nobody. We’d both be in serious trouble.”

Fear was morphing into rage now: Why didn’t he give me a choice? Why on my birthday??!

I felt betrayed.

I felt tricked.

My anger was now bubbling up to the surface and I could tell he sensed it. Like a magician, he reached under the couch and produced a bottle of Dewar’s Scotch.

“Look” he said, holding the bottle in front of me, “why don’t you go upstairs and grab us a couple of glasses.”

I didn’t have the energy to protest and like a good automaton, I wordlessly rose from the couch, walked up the stairs, entered the kitchen and grabbed to small tumblers from a kitchen cabinet.

I made my way back downstairs and set both glasses on the side table with an over emphasized firmness.

“This won’t make everything better, but it’s a start” he said as he filled one of the glasses to the middle and the second one an inch from the bottom. Michael handed me the less full glass and extended his in a gesture to toast.

I just stared at my glass, desperately trying to think of a way to not have to put it in my mouth. I saw myself sitting at that early morning AA meeting, surrounded by grizzled old men and telling my story of the night I started drinking which was also, coincidentally, the same night I became a coke dealer.

Dad took a mouthful of Scotch, while I sipped mine with hesitation. It tasted like wet leather and cigar stubs to me, but I managed to swallow the first two sips without gagging on it. Everything tasted like fire and failure and I reflected on how nice my morning was before everything turned to shit.

Michael had already poured a second tumbler full of Scotch, all the way to the top and took a largish swig from the glass, emptying it by half.

“I’m sorry, son” he said, with actual sincerity in his voice.

He continued staring into his glass as he spoke,

“I didn’t want us to start out this way. Believe me, I thought about this day a lot when I was inside, and this was never my plan.”

This little glimpse of vulnerability, along with the Scotch, helped lower me back to DEFCON 3.

“One more for both of us” he said and filled my still half full glass with more Dewar’s. Then he topped off his own. He tipped the glass back and swallowed its contents whole.

I stared at the full glass of peaty brown Scotch. Its oaky musk was already burning my nose. I put it to my lips, closed my eyes and emptied most of it. I tried not to let it touch my tongue, before swallowing but it didn’t matter, because it already begun its conflagration inside my mouth and then the coughing started. My throat was on fire and my eyes filled with tears.

Then, as if by magic, my brain became warm and suddenly all the white noise and panic just…disappeared.

“I was on trial for murder once. It was in the papers. That’s not why I was in this last time.” This confession seemingly came out of thin air and he grabbed the bottle, pouring another full glass. He sipped this time.

“When was this?” I asked.

“Seventy-seven or eight” his words were beginning to slur. “I was acquitted, so I got to come home.”

I poured my own glass this time and downed it as Michael drunkenly slapped a hand on my knee and leaned directly into my face before slurring, “I’ve done some bad, bad things. I’m a bad guy. But there’s nothing harder than killing a man after you’ve seen a picture of his kids.”

Then he leaned back onto the couch and put his hands over his face and after a couple minutes of us both sitting in silence, the snoring began.

I don’t know if was the fear or the adrenaline or both, but I was instantly sober. My mind felt clear and I had my legs back. I stood up and covered him with the blankets balled up next to him and made my way up the stairs and into the living room. I pulled one of the knit shawls from off the back of the couch and wrapped myself up as I leaned my head on one of the tiny throw pillows.

I replayed our conversation over and over in my head until I eventually fell asleep.

Francis and Isabelle were up very early and when they found me on the couch, they roused me awake.

“Good morning, sleepy head” my grandmother gently whispered. “What a surprise to see you here?”

I was quick to cover, “We stayed up late talking and dad fell asleep. I didn’t want to wake him up.”

My grandfather was already pulling his pants on, in the middle of the living room.

“I’ll get a shirt on and drive you back. I’m sure your mother is worried sick about you, son” he said as looped his belt around his sagging waist.

“I’m sure you didn’t tell her you were seeing your dad? Am I right?” Isabelle asked.

I nodded and she added, “Well, you can sneak in without waking her up and say you got home late. She’d be beside herself if she knew you two got together.”

The sun was barely up and there was low mist covering the roads as we drove in silence. Our apartment was only a few miles from their house and the drive was mercifully short. I thanked my grandfather for the ride and before I got out he wished me one last ‘happy birthday’ and then said, “Your dad has a good heart, son. He does bad things, but he doesn’t mean to. I pray for him every day. You should too.”

I managed a half-hearted “I will, sir. Thanks again for the ride” and rushed to shut the car door so I could get back to the normalcy of home.

A plume of steam followed his Buick as he drove away and I took one large breath, let it out and made me way back home. On my way up the stairs I checked my pocket and the wad of cash was still there, then I checked my pocket for the card, felt it and pulled it out. I slid my pinkie under the corner flap and peeled it open in one move.

I didn’t read it, I just slowly opened it and let the check slide into my palm; it was fifty dollars. I slid the check in my pocket, next to cash and finished climbing the stairs.

Mom was still asleep and I was already preparing my alibi for when she grilled me about coming home late.

She never did.

EPILOGUE

Years later I discovered that my father was actually in Lompoc for orchestrating a million-dollar arms deal that included (among multiple assault rifles, surface to air launchers and surveillance equipment) a nuclear bomb.

Federal agents surrounded my grandparent’s house as SWAT team snipers perched on the roofs of neighbor’s homes and uniformed agents pulled everyone out of the home and forced them all onto the lawn at gunpoint, before finally taking my father into custody.

After a lengthy trial, it was discovered that Michael did not possess nor have the intention of delivering any of the above-mentioned weapons of mass destruction, he was sentenced to 13 years and served 9.

The buyers he’d spent months with, setting up this sale, were undercover FBI agents.

This was a year after he, along with two other accomplices, snuck into Robert Wyckoff’s home and shot him three times, twice in the back of the head, execution style. Wyckoff, an attorney, was apparently under FBI surveillance for money laundering and racketeering. He was also handling a probate matter for Michael’s then wife, Nygen. Wyckoff was seated at the desk in his home office with a picture of his children facing him.

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Still my star sweeper; Loki x teen reader

This request came from the idea of one of my wattpad requestors but also by wattpad’s popular demand of my first ever child/teen comfort oneshot they wanted or asked if I was going to do a part 2 so this ended up being born and counts as a sequel to the Star sweeper oneshot. I hope you all enjoy it as much as the first part :) Be warned of intense arguments, maybe some swearing but it all works out in fluff in the end.

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I had put my books back into my locker just as the last bell was ringing signaling that school was out for the whole summer. Yaaasss! I have been waiting for this moment since the beginning of the school year.

“Hey (y/n)!” I heard my bffl (bffl/n) call out to me. I ran towards her as well as the rest of my merry crew and bffl said as we all walked out towards the front of the school.

“Are you just as psyched as I am for this summer?”

“Uhh yeah pretty much born psyched”.

“Okay so we got everything pretty much all planned out”. They said.

“Sweet oh hey (m/bff/n) did your dad say it was alright to bring the van to the lake house my Uncle Tony is letting us stay in?”

“Yeah so long as my dad doesn’t find any alcohol or beer cans he said we can use it” he said.

“Awesome, okay so when we get there first thing we’ll do is—” Suddenly I was knocked down by a flash of black fur and felt a wet tongue lick my face frantically. “What the—hey stop it! Stop it! Get off of me you mangy—” I stopped when I got a good look at this wolf-dog’s eyes. Green eyes. Oh shit.

“Whoa I knew you loved animals (n/n) but this is a new one” (2bff/n) said.

“Yeah well what can I say, I just love animals!” I sneered through my teeth as I pushed the ‘dog’ off of me and tightly gripped him by the neck. “Okay umm….I will text you guys the details of the lake house by tonight and then we will head out when I say”. We soon parted ways and I made sure to keep a normal yet tight grip on the dog that was happily walking by my side. Then I rushed into an abandoned alleyway and looked around till the coast was clear before snapping at him.

“Why must you do that everytime you come to my school?” The wolf-dog soon shined a bright green light as it transformed back into its God form, yeah that’s right my uncle Loki.

“Now is that anyway to treat your favorite uncle my little Star Sweeper?” I groaned at the nickname. Ever since I was born, my uncle always referred to me as his “Little Star Sweeper”. At first it was cute when I was like 5 but I’m 17 now, I’m not a little girl anymore so why must he always call me that.

“Uncle Loki, you know how I feel about that name now, so could you please stop treating me like I’m 5 years old?”

“But you’ll always be my Star Sweeper, no matter how old you are” he then brought me into his chest smothering me.

“Geez, you’re worse than dad and Uncle Tony combined, now can we please get out of here before someone sees us”.

“Leave that to me”. Soon we were back in the tower and I immediately forced myself from my uncle’s embrace and took out my phone and began a group chat about our lake house getaway before we become seniors and maybe even plan another trip after graduation next year before we all head out into the world as adults. “Umm (y/n), do you mind putting the phone for one second and at least give me a proper hello”. I looked up seeing Uncle Loki having his arms open for a hello hug.

“Hello and goodbye” I then used my magic to teleport from the living room to my bedroom and made sure to put a protective seal by my door, windows and vents to make sure Uncle Loki didn’t come in.

Now don’t get me wrong I still love him but he just hovers over me like an annoying bug sometimes, I swear if I didn’t know any better I’d say he was my father and not my father Thor, at least he gives me some independence.

As I continued to chat with my groupie throughout the rest of the week and pack for our lake house getaway, Uncle Loki had been constantly persistent in wanting to know what was going on but I made sure to attack back with sassy remarks or use my magic to just disappear.

“Okay so we’ll leave in three days and make sure to bring your swimwear, uhh hell yeah I’m bringing the (f/c) one. Makes me feel like a sext badass warrior. Okay (bffl/n) yeah I’ll see you then. I know I’m psyched too, okay dude, see yah bye~” I hung up the phone and set it down as I took out my (f/c) bathing suit.

I’ll have to give thanks to Aunt Nat, big sister Wanda and Aunt Sif for the training, without their help I would’ve never been able to fit into this sexy thing. I playfully modeled in front of my mirror when my closet door came shooting outwards and my uncle jumped out saying.

“What the Hel is this!?”

“God damn it haven’t you ever heard of privacy!?”

“That’s not important the real question is what do you think you’re doing with that!?” He pointed at my bathing suit and I said.

“Would you calm down Uncle Loki it’s just a bathing suit, all of my friends are bringing ones just like these”.

“Over my dead body will my little Star be walking out of this tower dressed like that!”

“Did you really just say that? Oh my God you really just said that didn’t you!?” I walked out of my room with Uncle Loki tailing right behind me.

“Hold it right there young lady we are not done yet!”

“Well I’m done with you!” I cried out.

“You better change that tone of yours right now missy, as long as I’m here and your father isn’t, I am in charge and my responsibility”.

“Well I wish father was here instead of you”. I muttered.

“What was that you said?” He sneered.

“What you didn’t hear me? I said I wish father was here instead of you!”

“Alright, you leave me no choice, you are grounded and you’re not going on the trip of yours either”.

“WHAT!? This is so unfair!!”

“Unfair?”

“Yes! You walk around telling what to do, what not to do, treating me like you’re my father well—you’re not my father! I am the daughter of Thor Odinson and Jane Foster. You’re are nothing but a selfish, coldhearted, silver tongue, BEAST!” SLAP!!

I suddenly found myself on the ground and pain started forming on my right cheek. Silence pierced the air as I slowly turned and looked up to see my uncle Loki with his hand raised and a venomous look in his eyes.

“Loki!” my father’s voice cried out. Loki turned to see all the Avengers standing there in shock and anger at what they had just seen, when he looked to me his eyes suddenly turned into pure horror.

“Oh Gods, (y/n) I—I didn’t mean to I—” tears filled my eyes and I used my magic to disappear back into my room, locking all entry ways in and sobbed into my pillows.

Even with every fight we’ve had, every disagreement, not once, not once has Loki ever hit me. Even fights that were this big he never once raised his hand to hurt me. I continued to cry until I cried myself to sleep.

I didn’t come out. I couldn’t, I just couldn’t look my family in the eye after what had happened yesterday nor could I face Uncle Loki again. I had used my healing abilities to heal the bruise that had formed overnight but the emotional pain I couldn’t heal.

Pietro and Wanda came downstairs with solemn looks on their faces.

“Any luck?” asked Bruce.

“No she still von’t come out” said Wanda.

“Poor kid” stated Tony solemnly.

“I even offered my chocolate stash as a reward but even zhat didn’t do anything” said Pietro. The twins sat down by the bar beside Tony, Bruce and Nat. Thor then came in and Steve asked him.

“Still not talking?”

“Afraid not, through everything my brother has done I’ve never seen him this far gone”.

“Well he should feel guilty after what he did to (n/n) he’s lucky that I didn’t have a gun in my hands when we came back from our mission” Bucky snapped.

“Easy Buck” stated Steve.

“No, no Cap he’s right, Loki should pay for what he did to (n/n), I get first crack at him though first”.

“My friends please, now I know you are still sore even now about my brother, but you must remember that ever since she was born, Loki has always loved (y/n) so much, even with all the fights and the bickering that happened after she became a young woman. Let me try to convince my brother to at least apologize to her, maybe that’ll soften the relationship between the two of them”.

“That is true. I have heard from young (y/n)’s mind that if an apology was made between her and Mr. Laufeyson then she could come out from her room” stated Vision.

“Vis, we talked about this” Wanda stated softly.

“The Vision is right, I will talk to Loki and if I have to I’ll force him out of his room and into (y/n)’s until they both work it out together”. Thor then left his friends and went back to his brother’s room.

Thor entered inside only to see Loki in the same place as he always has been, in the corner of his room, furniture turned over and his physical appearance pale and sorrow-filled.

“Loki, if you do not fix your crime against my daughter I will have no choice but to use force on both of you until you both work out an apology together”. Loki remained silent until he finally stated.

“Did you see the way she—looked at me?” Loki looked up at Thor with red eyes that were still gleaming with tears. “I never wanted her hurt, but it won’t matter now. She was right. I am truly nothing, but a beast”.

“No brother, my daughter was just mad, she loves you and is equally heartbroken as you are right now. You cannot let what she said get to you, fix your mistake and put it right. If you let this continue on, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life”. With that being said, Loki knew what he had to do, he didn’t believe that it would work nor did he think he deserved forgiveness but he just had to at least tell his precious star sweeper how sorry he really was.

Loki then came to my bedroom door all alone and just stood there hesitant to knock on my door until finally he did.

‘Go away’ I said.

‘(Y/n), it’s me darling’. I heard Uncle Loki’s voice from the other side of my door.

“What do you want?” I snapped.

‘Darling, I—I know what I did was unforgivable, I should never have taken my anger out on you and hit you the way I did. I—I just want you to know that I am truly sorry. And I don’t mean to say this just to get it out of the way I really, truly mean it. What I did to you—it was beyond unspeakable and I understand if you’ll never want to even look at me again, and that if there was anything I could’ve done to stop myself from hitting you I would’ve done it. And for that I am sorry my dear, I’m so, so sorry’. I remained silent for a while hearing his heartbreaking confession.

I walked up to my door and opened it after letting down the barrier spell and said.

“Can you say that again this time to my face?” I smiled softly at my hidden sassy remark as Uncle Loki turned around and smiled back at me. I let him in my room and we both sat down on the bed together.

“I meant every word I said (y/n), I may be known as the God of Lies but all that I’ve just said was far from a lie”.

“I know, but I’m just as guilty. I shouldn’t have said any of those things, after all that you’ve told me about your past I only just made it worse by calling you all those cruel things”.

“No, no darling I honestly deserved it. Look,” he tilted my chin to face him eye to eye as he brought me close to him. “Ever since you were born, at first I thought I’d be dealing with a shrewd child, but the second I looked down at you, you had lighten my cold, dark world and I wanted nothing more than to make sure you kept that light. As you grew older I still couldn’t help but see that tiny little baby I first looked down upon, but by doing just that, I blinded myself to the reality that was right before my eyes, my little star sweep—my niece was growing up all too fast. One moment I was holding her close that she was buried in my armor, then in just a blink of an eye, she’s all grown up almost ready to graduate from school, enter SHIELD as an agent and become a member of the Avengers. So grown up in fact that she doesn’t need her pestering uncle hovering over her anymore”.

“Oh Uncle Loki,” I wiped away a hidden tear that had fallen from his face before saying. “Just because I’m growing up, doesn’t mean that I’ll never need you. Sure you hover but I know that just means you care, though could you do it a little less?” At that statement the two of us laughed softly together. “I’m sorry for saying all those cruel things to you”.

“And I’m sorry for hitting you, are we okay now?”

“Yeah, we’re cool”. We both smiled at each other then I said.

“Uncle Loki?”

“Yes (y/n)?”

“Will you—will you call me Star Sweeper again?” At that moment I had never seen my uncle smile so big in all my life as he embraced me tightly while saying.

“I’d never thought you’d never ask. I love you my little Star Sweeper”.

“I love you too Uncle Loki” I said as I hugged him back nuzzling into his chest while he rocked me back and forth kissing the top of my head repeatedly.

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ADRIAN TREVOR, our TOM HARDY fc is looking for a BRO connection who looks like JAMIE DORNAN, KAREENA KAPOOR, DANIEL GILLIES, BIANCA LAWSON / UP TO PLAYER and is 30+ YEARS OLD . you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( basically… when you look for “bromance aesthetic”, they’re the search results. adrian is that one guy who’s a total gruff dumbass on the surface, but underneath, he’s such a genuine soft person who’s just so tired, and who just… keeps trying to do the right thing and continues to fuck it up. he’s a loyal friend, and like in all aspects of his life, he tries - but he isn’t always great, and this is the one person in his life who has really stuck by him, and who’s really in his corner when he needs it. likewise, he’s in theirs. they’re probably way more put together than he is, with a lot more going for them - but their bond is unshakable, and they’ll always be bros. )

ADRIAN TREVOR, our TOM HARDY fc is looking for a ARMY SQUAD / THREE TO FOUR PEOPLE connection who look like JON HAMM, MATT DAVIS, EVANGELINE LILLY, RASHIDA JONES / UP TO PLAYER who are 30+ YEARS OLD. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( adrian was in the british army from ages seventeen to twenty six, when a serious injury brought his honorable career to a sudden end. he was the only survivor of a landmine related explosion, and a few of his friends died that day - but some of the people he was closest to survived, and i’d love for him to have their friendship, even now. they would have known him at his happiest and most put together, and have been witness to just how badly he fell apart when it was all said and done, and there’s just.. something really lovely to me in the idea of him clinging to their friendship more than he clings to any sort of relationship like that. )

AVA BARTON, our LINDSEY MORGAN fc is looking for a SHIELD kids. multiple!! connection who looks like UTP who are 20 - 32 you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( Ava grew up wanting to o be a part of SHIELD. between her dream of being a lawyer and her desire to be just like her parents, she gravitated towards other SHIELD children, was protective of them, and considered them her extended family. This can also include kids that wanted to be in SHIELD, and would have dreamed about it with Ava was a kid.)

BUCKY BARNES , our SEBASTIAN STAN fc is looking for a BEST FRIEND connection who looks like PLAYERS CHOICE (ANY GENDER) who is #30+ you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( i just want buck to have someone he grabs a beer with and confides in, someone nearer his age who he can just chill out with – just pals bein pals ! )

DOROTHY “DOT” JORDAN, our SANDRA MAE FRANK fc is looking for a BEST FRIEND connection who looks like UTP who is 24-30 YEARS OLD. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( your character came into dot’s life not long after she was adopted, and has been around since then. They were her first friend and really helped her come out of her shell. They’re the sort of friends that are inseparable )

ELI RASPUTIN, our JAMES REID fc is looking for a FRIENDS FROM THE STREETS connection who looks like PLAYER’S CHOICE, who is 23-30 YEARS OLD. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( Eli spent at least a year on the streets before he was found by Illyana and there’s no doubt he had some help along the way, no doubt he would’ve been able to survive otherwise. It definitely wasn’t easy for him and he would’ve counted on these people to help him learn how to survive, to eat, to find places to stay, to get through the toughest of days and nights. Multiple spots (up to 4) ! )

GERRY DREW-DANVERS, our OLIVER JACKSON-COHEN fc is looking for a LONG-TIME BRO GROUP connection who looks like HENRY GOLDING , DEBORAH ANN WOOL, ANNA KENDRICK, UTP who is 26-30 you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( This is very Friends From College vibes except w/ tolerable people. This is a group of people that Gerry knew in high school and kept in touch with over the years after he joined SHIELD. But when they get together- they bring out the worst in each other, partying, rampant immaturity, feuding about incidents from 10 years ago ) (open to 4!)

ITSUAKI AKIHIRO, our RYAN POTTER fc is looking for a MOTHER FIGURE connection who looks like PLAYER’S CHOICE who is 30+ YEARS OLD. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( Someone who took Aki under their wing and decided to mother him a little! He was left with Laura at 15 and sent to the Institute not long after and he was vey rough and closed off at the time, and as he’s never really had a mother it would’ve helped him open up to learn what that could be like. )

JOSEPHINE-MARIE JUDE MURDOCK, our MEAGHAN RATH fc, is looking for a CATHOLIC SCHOOL FRIENDS / MAX FOUR connection who looks like KARRUECHE TRAN, SARA SAMPAIO, ARDEN CHO, KELSEY CHOW, EIZA GONZALEZ, SANTIAGO SEGURA, OONA CHAPLIN, CONSTANCE WU, CANDICE PATTON, AUBREY PLAZA, AIMEE CARRERO, GODFREY GAO, MICHAEL B JORDAN, CALUM WORTHY, VELLA LOVELL / UTP who is 28-32 you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( jude went to a small Catholic school, and nothing forces people together than small Catholic schools. A group of close friends who met in high school and have mostly kept in contact since. Jude used v much type A when she was in school, very overachieving and probably a bit annoying abt it. any type of person would work honestly. )

JOSEPHINE-MARIE JUDE MURDOCK, our MEAGHAN RATH fc, is looking for a FRIENDS FROM LAW SCHOOL / MAX THREE connection who looks like UTP who is 25+ you DON’T have to contact prior to applying at. ( a close group of friends forged in a very stressful time, basically. jude died during her last year of law school and when she came back, she didn’t exactly go back so they’ve likely lost contact but jude’s trying to get back in contact with people so !! )

MAGGIE THANOSDOTTIR, our ZOEY DEUTCH fc is looking for a SPACE BUDDY connection who looks like UTP who is 23-100+. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( after a few years by her lonesome, aka escaping her father, maggie was struggling with who she was at a person and was a bit morally ambiguous. i would love for someone to have befriended her at this time and have been like her space partner in crime. super awesome for them to also be v old (100+) but this can also be adapted to have been her just screwing around to have some light criminal fun prior to dropping to earth.)

MAKENA THURMAN, our ZOE KRAVITZ fc is looking for her ADULTHOOD SUX SQUAD / THREE - FOUR FRIENDS connection who look like UTP who are ANY AGE. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( you know what’s hard about adulthood? all of it. makena was kinda super shuttled towards having to be a functioning adult when keely came along, but that doesn’t mean she 1. enjoys it and 2. is any good at it. paying bills on time is hard. remembering to renew her internet security is hard. getting regular smear tests? hard. nothing is easy, and this is the group of friends she laments that with. three to four wine mom’s / dad’s / parent’s / people who aren’t parents but who are in or around the same age and having just as much trouble adjusting / etc who met in a doctors office or something and who now get together every week just to drink wine and complain about taxes and anti-vaxxers. )

QUINTEN ISLEY-QUINZEL, our MATTHEW DADDARIO fc is looking for a BEST FRIEND connection who looks like PLAYERS CHOICE who is UTP years old. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( they grew up together and preferably a child of one of the rogues! we can discuss details but i see them as being childhood friends and still best friends today. they would have been really important to quin when they became a father and the whole situation when they ex-fiance left, etc. )

QUINTEN ISLEY-QUINZEL, our MATTHEW DADDARIO fc is looking for a GOTHAM ACADEMY SQUAD ( ANY AMOUNT ! ) connections who looks like ALBERTO ROSENDE, EMERAUDE TOUBIA, DOMINIC SHERWOOD, ASHLEIGH MURRAY, XAVIER SERRANO, KAT MCNAMARA, HARRY SHUM JR / UTP who is BETWEEN 26-29 you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( one of the characters is a hero kid– something along the lines of one of the kents or the princes, that super annoying in your face kind of goodness) and has been friends with quinten and the others since their gotham academy days. the few of them have always been an unstoppable team and are absolutely inseparable. the others i don’t have a preference for, but they’d have to be similar to quin being an anti-hero of sorts. they were best friends during high school but possibly drifted apart. no need to contact, but if you have questions, message me at RCVENANTS )

RORY HARPER, our CHELLA MAN fc is looking for OLD LEAGUE OF ASSASSINS MEMBERS connection who looks like UTP who is 16 - 32. you DON’T ) have to contact prior to applying. ( I’m looking for old partners, old mentors, old best friends, ANYONE that can fit the connection of a member of the League Rory would know. He grew up in the league and was with them until a year ago. )

TRIXIE ESPINOZA, our CHRISTIAN SERRATOS fc is looking for a GUARDIAN ANGEL, FLIPPED connection who looks like UP TO PLAYER and is ANY AGE. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( how is it flipped, u might ask? well.. trixie is the guardian angel, in this scenario, and this person is someone she’s met along her merry way and who she’s trying to help, real lowkey. that can be in one of two ways: either they’re always in some sort of physical pain that she’s helping them with, OR they’re someone who’s usually in a lot of emotional pain, which she can hone in on with her angel given empathetic healing powers and ease. how they met and what exactly is going on is to be decided, and how they’d react to knowing that trixie spends a lot of time focusing on them and making them feel better without ever asking if she could / if they wanted her to do that is really up in the air, but… pls. )

HUGO STARK, our JOSHUA CASTILLE fc is looking for a LEAST FAVOURITE UNCLE/AUNT/ETC connection who looks like ANY AVENGER / AN ADULT WHO WOULD BE CONNECTED TO THE AVENGERS. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( DRUG TW // as a child, hugo was a nice kid. unfortunately, when he got a bit older, his teenage years became a little more troublesome, a little more tiring, and this character has definitely caught hugo doing bad things, doing drugs, etc; now that he’s an adult, it’s kind of awkward, but he’s trying )

MAGGIE THANOSDOTTIR, our ZOEY DEUTCH fc is looking for a MOM / HELA connection who looks like CATE BLANCHETT, UTP who is 1000 + YEARS OLD. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying at BBY-THANOS. ( maggie’s relationship with her mom is complicated, she lived/ grew up with thanos and by the time she was older didn’t feel she had a strong connection with her mother and is also a lil scared of her. lots to be left up for discussion though! )

NIKKI BARTON, our PHOEBE TONKIN fc is looking for her ALMOST FOSTER PARENT / CANON OR OTHERWISE who looks like PLAYERS CHOICE and is PARENT AGED. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( right after her mom died and before her dad TECHNICALLY kidnapped her, nikki bounced from foster home to foster home a lot over a period of about three years. they most all ended badly, but there was one - the one right at the end, the one she left when her dad came back - that stuck with her, because a part of her was… sort of hoping they would want to keep her forever. they brought a softness to her that she had been pretty quickly losing, supported her when needed, were strict when they had to be, and have always been a pretty big what if in her life - making the idea of them reappearing and nikki encountering them at this point in her messy life… really interesting to me. )

VICTORIA CREED, our STELLA MAEVE fc is looking for a “HALF-SIBLING” / COUSIN connection who looks like DJ COTRONA, JASON RALPH, KATIE CASSIDY, TINASHE, ANTHONY RAMOS, PLAYERS CHOICE who is ANY AGE / PREFERABLY 26+. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( so. yall best know yall can do what yall WANT, its just.. originally when i played vicki i had a wc for a “half-brother”, and i was thinking about it recently and think it could be… kinda fun. SO. this is for a kid of victor creed - either.. biologically, or another one that he just kinda . stole - that vicki actually knew during certain points of her life, because for the most part, she was pretty isolated. for whatever reason - maybe he just wanted someone to keep an eye on his investment or whatever - victor allowed these two to interact a bit more, and depending on how they were to one another, i feel that a certain loyalty definitely could have developed between them. vicki got fucked over a couple times and left in, like, japan for 9 months and a yemen prison for another six and incidents like that have dotted her life, but im kinda thinking this “half-sibling” could have been the one who.. helped her out, or was stuck there alongside her. gimme! )

WILLIAM WADE WILSON, our BRANDON FLYNN fc is looking for a MOTHER (VANESSA CARLYSLE ) connection who looks like JENNIFER GARNER, HILARY SWANK, UTP+ who is AGE you ( DON’T ) have to contact prior to applying at ( WILLICMWILSON). (honestly i’m just looking for will’s family- i’m not going to dictate what you have to do. But feel free to contact me if you have any questions before applying! )

ADRIAN TREVOR, our TOM HARDY fc is looking for an EX-FLING / MOTHER OF HIS CHILD connection who looks like EVA GREEN, MILA KUNIS, EVA LONGORIA, HOLLY MARIE COMBS who is 30+ YEARS OLD. you DO have to contact prior to applying at FIIDELIS. ( so! i won’t go into everything about this one here cause i wanna try keep it short, but basically… they were on and off and never really an official item for years - way back to when he was still in the army, meeting up and having relations whenever he was home / free for a while - and were… complete opposites. on the surface, it seemed as if she was the sweet and innocent angel, and he was this rough geezer. in actuality, SHE’S kinda cold hearted - in the best of ways - and he’s the softie, but… not many people rly knew that truth. anyway, they came to an end right around the time he got into his short lived relationship + marriage, and he always thought of her as a big “what if”… right up to last year when he discovered that after they had ended, she had moved to the states and had his son. the kid is seven now, and she never told him for obvious reasons, but he’s here only to try and make something work - he never WANTED to have a kid, but he’s not going to deny him now he knows. we can talk out p much everything, but ! yeah ! )

COOPER KENT, our DAVE FRANCO fc is looking for a BUDDING RELATIONSHIP connection who looks like GINA RODRIGUEZ, MELISSA FUMERO, KIMIKO GLENN, DIANE GUERRERO, DEBORAH ANN WOOL, UTP who is 26-35. you DO have to contact prior to applying @ coopkents or on discord! (this is something 100% new to Cooper, who finally feels comfortable looking for an actual relationship and not a string of hookups. Must love kids! Watch out though, bc he’s probably still in love with his ex and his kid won’t like you!)

COOPER KENT, our DAVE FRANCO fc is looking for a FORMER HOOK UP/HATESHIP connection who looks like GINA RODRIGUEZ, MELISSA FUMERO, KIMIKO GLENN, DIANE GUERRERO, DEBORAH ANN WOOL, UTP who is 26-34 you DO have to contact prior to applying @ coopkents or on discord! (this has probably gone on for a while, contact for more info!).

GRÁINNE CASSIDY, our SOPHIE RUNDLE fc is looking for her [ ARRANGED ] SPOUSE TO BE connection who looks like ANY FACE CLAIM and is 28+. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( the only requirement that i’m going to place on this wc is that they must belong to another crime family - be it gotham based or from elsewhere. gráinne herself has come to the states with her mind on moving upwards in the world ; she herself has agreed to a union between her house and another’s, all in the name of power. in a life like HERS, bonds are made and broken easily. the only thing that can even begin to guarantee loyalty is a bond, of marriage or blood, and this is likely something that both families understand. her mother always threatened to turn her into a pawn ; gráinne has chosen to make her own moves. )

JOSEPHINE-MARIE JUDE MURDOCK, our MEAGHAN RATH fc, is looking for a EX-GIRLFRIEND connection who looks like KARRUECHE TRAN, SARA SAMPAIO, ARDEN CHO, KELSEY CHOW, EIZA GONZALEZ, OONA CHAPLIN, CANDICE PATTON, AUBREY PLAZA, AIMEE CARRERO, VELLA LOVELL / UTP who is 29-31 you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( they dated in high school ! back when jude was a closeted kid who went to Catholic high school so it wasn’t the most public of relationships but cute nonetheless. )

LOKI, our ZACHARY QUINTO/KATIE MCGRATH fc is looking for a SOMEONE HE HAD A CHILD W connection who looks like UTP who is 30+ YEARS OLD. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( the other side of the story. not someone he fathered, but rather someone he had a child w. can be any gender for obvs reasons. how old the child is is up to u!!! )

MAKENA THURMAN, our ZOE KRAVITZ fc is looking for her TUGGED-ALONG-ON-A-STRING-EX connection who looks like RAMI MALEK, LAKEITH STANFIELD, KEKE PALMER, JANEL PARRISH / UTP who is 25+. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( from the time she was nineteen to when they officially broke up, she and cooper kent had a … pretty volatile relationship. there was a lot of love, don’t get me wrong - but they were two strong personalities with a tendency to explode, and sometimes, simple arguments turned into them being “on a break”. both dated other people during such times, but this is someone who makena kind of.. led on, i suppose, for lack of a better term. they dated more than once. they were her go to, for a time, whenever she and cooper split. and she didn’t like herself for it - she’s not THAT bad - but she wasn’t ever good at being alone, meaning that it just kept happening, even if she recognized she should have let them go, because she was always going to go back to cooper. eventually, for reasons to be discussed, it did come to an end, but it had definitely already gone on for too long, and how things are now is up in the air. )

QUINTEN ISLEY-QUINZEL, our MATTHEW DADDARIO fc is looking for a EX HOOKUPS connection who looks like UTP ! who is 25-33 you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( after quin came back to life he was hooking up with.. a lot of people. no strings attached kinda stuff. would’ve started in march and ended a few months ago. )

RAMONA DARKHOLME, our MADCHEN AMICK fc is looking for her EX-FLINGS / MAX. FOUR who look like WINONA RYDER, SOFIA VERGARA, PEDRO PASCAL, HUGH DANCY / UP TO PLAYER and are 35+ YEARS OLD. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( romy might have lost the love of her life, but she did not lose her sex drive. i’m sure there’s a better way i could have worded that, but… whatever. over the years since her fiance passed, romy has tried many times to move on - and that means she has quite a few exes scattered about the place, all of whom she has a different dynamic with. like any ex / current fling connect, i’m most interested in discussing how it started and all with people who want to do it, cause i think that’s the best way of making unique dynamics! )

THEORA TREVOR, our KATE SIEGEL fc, is looking for a FLINGS / MAX TWO connection who looks like KARLA SOUZA, CANDICE PATTON, EIZA GONZALEZ, ROSARIO DAWSON, AJA NAOMI KING, CHYLER LEIGH, GUGU MBATHA-RAW, ROSAMUND PIKE, SAMIRA WILEY, KRYSTEN RITTER, SOFIA BOUTELLA, DIANE GUERRERO, ANA DE ARMAS, TATIANA MASLANY, MELISSA FUMERO, ERIN RICHARDS, GINA RODRIGUEZ, CONSTANCE WU, STEPHANIE BEATRIZ / UTP who is 30+. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( fun flings for my lesbian who is emotionally closed off and a mess and still in love w/her ex wife. )

ADRIAN TREVOR, our TOM HARDY fc is looking for a NEW BOSS / ANYONE WHO WORKS connection who looks like UP TO PLAYER and is 30+ YEARS OLD. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( right now, adrian’s main job is pouring coffee for millennials at starbucks. he’s ex-army and current gang, and he’s really not got that much going for him - but it’d be nice, if there was someone out there in a better place, job wise, willing to give him a shot. he needs to get that bread! )

ADRIAN TREVOR, our TOM HARDY fc is looking for a NEW BOSS x2 / ANY PRESS ADJACENT CHARACTER WHO WORKS connection who looks like UP TO PLAYER who is 30+ YEARS OLD. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( can you tell that i literally… do not know what to refer to this connection as? lmao. anyway he’s an independent journalist - who writes things on like… avocado recipes and shit for whoever will hire him at a time - and i’m not sure on the newspaper / general press situation here, but i’d love for someone to read his writing and take him on as some sort of regular reporter. i imagine it would remain secondary to his “main” job if only because he really needs to keep himself afloat here, but over time, i’d love to see him succeed and actually become the journalist who writes about relevant things that he’s always dreamt of being. )

ANDROMEDA ROSALIE ISLEY-QUINZEL, our LANA CONDOR fc is looking for a PAST PREDICTION connection who looks like UTP who is UTP YEARS OLD. you DO have to contact prior to applying. ( andy PREDICTED something about this muse, in the past. how long ago and what is up to you. it was something SERIOUS, though, and most likely bad. it could be as wild as death, or marriage, or a death in the family, or a regret, etc. it’s rly up to u !! )

AVA BARTON, our LINDSEY MORGAN fc is looking for an OLD UNIT LEADER connection who looks like UTP who is 30-50 years old. you DONT have to contact prior to applying. ( So between 2009-2016, Ava served in the US Marine Corps over in Afghanistan. She were part of a Special Forces unit. This muse would have been their leader for the majority (if not all) of that time. Ava was the Mechanic & is enhanced so ran in first to a LOT of situations, There was also an NPC Frank-o that was like the grumpy old man that had seen FAR too much war, as well as an NPC Simms that had 2 daughters & was a tech-geek soldier. All but Ava, & YOUR MUSE were killed in an attempt to resuce Ava being taken prisoner. Ava largely still blame themselves, but how your muse feels about all if it is TOTALLY up to you! )

BARBARA MORSE, our JESSICA ALBA fc is looking for a OLD MISSION TARGET connection who looks like UTP who is 20+ YEARS OLD. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( bobbi worked with shield for a very long time! she went on various missions, undercover and classified and the like. on this particular mission, this is someone she was targetting. what for is up to you, but the options are rather open to interpretation. just generally something that would have set them against shield’s desires. )

CAROL FERRIS, our SOPHIA BUSH fc is looking for a EMPLOYEE’S OF FERRIS AIRCRAFT connection who looks like ROSS BUTLER, ASHLEIGH MURRAY, MANNY JACINTO, LUPITA NYONG’O, GUGU MBATHA-RAW, RICKY WHITTLE, CHRIS PRATT, JAMIE CLAYTON / UP TO PLAYER who is 22+ you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( carol is the CEO of ferris aircraft and has been since her dad retired when she was in her 20′s. this is mainly for people who would fly the aircrafts but also open to a possible assistant for her and people who work in the office. also, carol opened up a location in paragon when she moved there to be closer to her family. )

COOPER KENT our DAVE FRANCO fc is looking for FELLOW SINGLE PARENTS connection who looks like UTP who is 21+ YEARS OLDS you DON’T have to contact prior to applying but can @ fletchdup. (Cooper freaked the f out when he learned that he was going to be a dad, so it would have been cool for him to find others in a similar situation, or had been in that situation. Maybe they carpool and have play dates and all that.) ( noah rogers + more )

EMMA FROST, our AMBER HEARD fc is looking for her HELLFIRE CLUB INNER CIRCLE / MAX. FIVE who look like ANY FC and are 30+ YEARS OLD. you DO have to contact prior to applying at WHIITEQUEENS or DISCORD. ( out with the old, in with the new. after emma’s hellfire club takeover, the old inner circle was removed, and she’s now formed her own out of members she trusts. they’d have neat titles all sourced from a chess board, and that, plus how they met / what their connection to emma would be because they would def have one is mostly why i’m making it a contact thing cos ! i’d like for us to smooth those details out! )

EMMA FROST, our AMBER HEARD fc is looking for her SECRETARY & PERSONAL ASSISTANT’S / MAX. TWO who look like ANY FC and are 25+ YEARS OLD. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( emma runs frost international, a multi-billion dollar company that deals mostly in transportation, but has started to branch out into electronics. its a full time thing and she actually… doesn’t spend all her time on it, because she’s also dedicated to remaining an active professor and is splitting time between everything. she does it quite well i’d like to imagine, but she definitely needs the added help, and that would be these chars! bonus points if they’re mutants! )

FABIAN TODD, our BOB MORLEY fc is looking for a ENEMY FROM VIGILANTE YEARS connection who looks like PLAYERS CHOICE who is ANY AGE you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( about 10+ years ago fabian was robin ( ages 14-18 ) and during that time they of course had enemies that they’d fight from time to time. could be more than one person too! )

FABIAN TODD, our BOB MORLEY fc is looking for a OLD YOUNG JUSTICE / TEEN TITANS TEAM connection who looks like PLAYERS CHOICE who is 24-32 you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( about 10+ years ago fabian was robin ( ages 14-18 ) and during that time they had a team that they worked with when they weren’t working with the batfam + co. )

FLETCHER WEST, our GRANT GUSTIN fc is looking for a PATIENT connection who looks like UTP who is UTP YEARS OLD you DON’T have to contact prior to applying ( young medical resident Fletcher West sees a career for himself in treating/taking care of meta-humans, mutants, mutates, etc. If you gotta problem, yo he’ll solve it)

GRÁINNE CASSIDY, our SOPHIE RUNDLE fc is looking for her BAR STAFF connections who look like ANY FACE CLAIM and are 21+. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( the hole in the wall - previously named the hope & anchor - is an old style pub modeled after a classic irish bar, purchased in the summer past by the cassidy family, a deed in the name of gráinne. quiet and quaint, it sits on the corner of a street in town and is seemingly the home of a group of wise men that will happily chat and tell stories to just about anyone who sits near nough to them, and while irish made pints and alcohols are definitely the speciality, after 6.pm you can order some iconic ireland meals from the dinner menu. there’s live irish trad music every tuesday and thursday, after nine, and a dj plays all the current hits at the weekend. your character could be anything from that dj to a bartender or server - any job you can think of is fair game, and gráinne isn’t too bad of a person to work for, all considered. )

GRÁINNE CASSIDY, our SOPHIE RUNDLE fc is looking for the FAMILY OF HER DECEASED SPOUSE connection who look like ANY FACE CLAIMS and are ANY AGE. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( gráinne married at twenty six to the self professed love of her young life - someone who was better than her, who may or may not have known the full extent of the cassidy-sullivan crime families activities, but who loved her back, regardless of all else. theirs was a whirlwind romance - they had known each other before, surely, but had gotten ahead of themselves quickly once together - begun in spring and married in winter ; and when the leaves began to turn once more, and new life began to bloom, gráinne’s love was taken from her. it was her fault. whether they died for her or died because of her, details can be smoothed out, but the blame rests on only one woman’s shoulders, and their family surely KNOWS. give her people who resent that she exists. people who can’t understand why a light of their lives was extinguished, while gráinne cassidy gets to continue. give her people who can fuel her own feelings of responsibility. )

JOSEPHINE-MARIE JUDE MURDOCK, our MEAGHAN RATH fc, is looking for a ROOMMATE connection who looks like UTP who is 25+ you DON’T have to contact prior to applying at. ( jude is a pretty decent roommate. she’s more than a little melancholic and orders too much takeout but !! overall decent roommate. )

JOSEPHINE-MARIE JUDE MURDOCK, our MEAGHAN RATH fc, is looking for a ZOMBIE / BACK FROM THE DEAD CLUB connection who looks like UTP who is ANY AGE. you DON’T. ( not the official name but just people who are friends based on the fact that they all died and came back to life. )

KATE BISHOP, our MEDALION RAHIMI fc, is looking for CLIENTS (MULTIPLE) connection who looks like UTP who are ANY AGE. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( kate’s a p.i., she investigates things from cheating to crimes to the occasional crime ring, so uh yeah hire this coffee-fueled mess. ) ( kena thurman, fabian todd, noah rogers + more ! )

LARS COBBLEPOT, our AARON TVEIT fc is looking for a CRIMINAL PRODIGY connection who looks like UTP who is 23+ YEARS OLD. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( as somebody who’s acting father figure for the gotham rogue kids and somebody who’s grown up around the mob, he knows evil. your character is something of a prodigy to him. )

LOGAN, our HUGH JACKMAN fc is looking for SAVED MUTANTS connections who looks like UTP who is ANY AGE you DONT have to contact prior to applying. ( So we all know Logan has a habit of happening upon small mutant children that have run into some trouble. The details of this are VERY open to each specific muse, but basically Logan found these connections in a tough spot, then probably brought them to Xavier’s (or, more recently, Paragon) for help. )

LOGAN, our HUGH JACKMAN fc is looking for WEAPON X connections who looks like UTP who is ANY AGE you DONT have to contact prior to applying. ( The only requirement of this connection is that the muse was somehow affiliated with Weapon X, and somehow had contact with Logan at some point. Very loose & open, we can decide whether they’re allies or enemies or somewhere in between, and where things go! )

LOGAN, our HUGH JACKMAN fc is looking for PEOPLE HE’S HELPED connection who looks like UTP who is ANY AGE you DONT have to contact prior to applying. ( This is vague because there are SO MANY possibilities. Logan has travelled far and wide, and if a major issue comes up somewhere around him and catches his attention? You bet he tried to help somehow. This could range from like…. helping someone escape an abusive partner to stopping a small town from falling into the hands of total corruption. Come at me with your ideas!!! )

LOKI, our ZACHARY QUINTO/KATIE MCGRATH fc is looking for a SOMEONE HE PRETENDED TO BE SOMEONE ELSE WITH, EXTENDEDLY connection who looks like UTP. who is 26+ YEARS OLD. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( for them, he pretended to be a different person… for a very extended period of time. it’s a trick he played often, but for them it was honestly excessive. the nature of their relationship is up to you, but upon coming to paragon this person finds out that loki is LOKI ! god of mischief, stories, lies, what have u. they’re probs pissed sksk )

LORNA DANE, our JENNIFER MORRISON fc is looking for a PROTEGE FOR THE MUTANT UNDERGROUND connection who looks like UTP who is 25-35 you DONT have to contact prior to applying. ( This is someone that Lorna would have already known for a while, and perhaps has even already begun training to take over in the Underground. She works pretty actively with them, trying to find & create safe places for mutants in the world. This muse is someone who Lorna trusts, and it trying to teach everything them everything she knows. )

MAKENA THURMAN, our ZOE KRAVITZ fc is looking for her EX HOUSEMATE connection who looks like PIPPA SOO, ALFIE ENOCH, HAYLEY LAW, JOHN BOYEGA / UTP who is 25+. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( in the years before her daughter was born, makena wasn’t always the most stable of people. she’s also never exactly been the WORST, but… she’s always had a lot of issues with keeping her emotions in check, and she used to be horribly selfish and petty, at the worst of times. after becoming friends in college, she and this character decided to get an apartment together and split the costs - but after a few months of this, shit hit the fan, and kena fucked up in a way that she couldn’t go back from, resulting in them kicking her out. they’ve barely spoken since, and she harbors.. a lot of resentment, for that fateful event. )

MORGAN ROTH, our SOFIA CARSON fc is, looking for a SKEPTIC connection who looks like UTP who is ANY AGE. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( basically just someone who doesn’t believe in their whole psychic shtick and generally just sees her as a fraud. )

NIKKI BARTON, our PHOEBE TONKIN fc is looking for a EX-CLIENTS connection who looks like UP TO PLAYER who is ANY AGE you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( i’m gonna keep this one a little vague, cause.. i wanna leave it open to multiple people, and i think every single one of those could have a different sort of dynamic with her. nikki used to work as a drugrunner for a major dealer named callum. he was, for want of a better description - an abusive piece of shit, and he continued to be that right up until nikki killed him in self defense. HOWEVER, before he died and she got carted off to jail, nikki used to do a lot of jobs for him, and they led her across states. she would have rubbed shoulders with a lot of not so great people, but also some kinda ok ones. some might have heard what happened, others won’t and might be kinda confused about what the FUCK happened to their supply, but either way.. i want. also. callum coulda had some other helpers. idk. i just want it ALL. )

NIKKI BARTON, our PHOEBE TONKIN fc is looking for a TUTOR connection who looks like UP TO PLAYER who is 20+. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( nikki is! not great! at anything, really, but specifically college. she barely got her ged, and she’s been scraping by since trying to make herself do well. i want for her to have someone she sees regularly - and either gets along with or DOESN’T - who helps her out with her studies, because while she’s messy and it mightn’t seem it, succeeding and doing something good in her life is actually her lowkey dream, and she doesn’t want to flunk if possible. )

QUINTEN ISLEY-QUINZEL, our MATTHEW DADDARIO fc is looking for a NECROMANCER / PERSON WHO HELPED BRING HIM BACK TO LIFE connection who looks like UTP who is ANY AGE you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( this is for the necromancer that helped bring quin back to life ! i see them having a kind of connection due to it ? but we can plot it out ! )

RAMONA DARKHOLME, our MADCHEN AMICK fc is looking for their EX-BROTHERHOOD GROUP MEMBERS connection who look like WINONA RYDER, PEDRO PASCAL, JADA PINKETT SMITH, ANGELA BASSETT, HALLY BERRY, NORMAN REEDUS, KEANU REEVES / PLAYERS CHOICE, MUST BE 40+ THO who are 45+ YEARS OLD. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( any of them can maybe be kids of canons, depending ON the canon?? anyway. all of them - preferably about.. five, ig - are surviving members of the brotherhood group that romy ran, some nineteen years ago. they all worked together for YEARS, moving around europe a lot but spending some time settled in rural germany, which was ultimately where their particular crusade seemed to come to an end. intolerant humans attacked them, most were killed, and those that ran were assumed dead / assumed they were the only survivors, pretty much ‘til now. romy back means they’re probably gonna maybe want to restart what they were doing before, and this connection could rly go.. any way. maybe romy - ran into one of them at some point in the past, and relieved they were alive, kept in contact to call them someday, leading to their reunion now. maybe they’ve seen a familiar name in the paper, or on the paragon website. maybe this is just where the wind has blown them. i lov the idea of this squad, ‘kay, cos.. they spent a chunk of their time together, and for romy, they were less friends more #fam )

THEORA TREVOR, our KATE SIEGEL fc, is looking for a FRIEND / LOVED ONE OF THE PERSON SHE COULDN’T SAVE connection who looks like PLAYER’S CHOICE who is ANY AGE. you DO have to contact prior to applying at WVTCHFUL. ( when she was thirty, theora couldn’t save someone. she was a bit too reckless, and they were collateral damage essentially. it’s the reason theora stopped being a hero and the reason she hates herself. this is for someone that hates theora almost as much as she hates herself because of that. )

TRIXIE ESPINOZA, our CHRISTIAN SERRATOS fc is looking for her NON-BELIEVER who look like UP TO PLAYER and is ANY AGE. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( allow me introduce… the bitch that rly deserves to not be believed every once in a while. trixie’s parents chloe and dan might be entirely human - albeit, blessed - but her STEPFATHER is another story altogether, and given that she’s grown up aware of the fact that he’s the devil / his family are all angels / his friends are demons… she’s very comfortable with talking about it and all, and does that quite freely. given that line of talk can be pretty controversial, i’d love for her to have someone in her life.. a friend.. enemy.. frenemy, maybe.. who just. can’t believe her. they refuse to believe what she’s telling them about her family, for whatever reason, and this leads to.. so many arguments and debates. )

TRIXIE ESPINOZA, our CHRISTIAN SERRATOS fc is looking for MORTUARY COWORKERS who look like UP TO PLAYER and are ANY AGE. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( so !! trixie currently works at the local morgue, and as of right now… i think she’s the only one who does? and i’d love for her to have some coworkers there, cause it’s obviously such a heavy job, and i think… while it doesn’t phase trix, it would still be nice for her to have people who can relate to how TOUGH it can be sometimes, and who she can kind of have developed a little something something with. )

VICTORIA CREED, our STELLA MAEVE fc is looking for her THERAPIST who looks like UP TO PLAYER and is ANY AGE. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( victoria is just the latest in a line of traumatized students to begin attending the school / living in paragon, but… when i say she’d really benefit from having someone who’s trying to listen and understand and help her… i mean it. they don’t even have to be fully licensed therapists - and part of me kind of loves if it’s just someone doing this out of the goodness of their heart. she’s spent twenty six years being broken down into a shell of an actual human being, and under her “fathers” thumb, she’s never developed any sort of emotional or social or, well, normal skills needed to live, and really suffered every sort of abuse a person could. she certainly has some sort of stockholm syndrome from it all that’s going to be hard to break through, and she just needs someone who’ll listen, and hear her, and then.. offer a shoulder to lean on, or offer words that might help her through. )

ZIVA MIZRAHI, our INBAR LAVI fc is looking for her EX SHIELD PARTNER connection who looks like UTP and who is 28+ YEARS OLD. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( five years ago, ziva was sent on a mission by shield that ended in her capture, and since the whole team she was with on that mission was killed, it was presumed that she did too. her previous partner of almost ten years moved on because that was all that could be done, and when she returned to the rumormill gone wild and a huge amount of the younger agents presuming she had been working with the enemy / abandoned her team to death, the decision was made for one reason or another that they wouldn’t become partners once more. either it was a case of they had found a new partner they were happy with, or they believed the rumors and didn’t want to work w her anymore, or they had grieved her and didn’t know how to look at her the same - the possibilities for WHY are endless, but they were definitely one of ziva’s closest friends prior, so it would b very interesting to explore what their dynamic has turned into now! )

ZIVA MIZRAHI, our INBAR LAVI fc is looking for her PERSON SELLING SHIELD INTEL connection who looks like UTP and who is ANY AGE. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( they would be a shield agent, but what separates them from most is for whatever reason - be it nefarious or something closer in line with money troubles - they’ve been selling information on shield to the highest bidder. five years ago, ziva was sent on a mission with a handful of agents she had never really worked with before, and because of information that they gave - and the fact that they, or another, heavily implied that because of her shield upbringing ziva would be the one with the most intel on that team - the mission was compromised from the get go, and while ziva was captured, everyone else was wiped out. she suffered over a year at the hands of her captors and meanwhile, everyone back home fully believed that she was dead. what they did could weigh on them, or it might not. if it’s a case of something more innocent whereby they’ve needed the money gained from selling secrets, it could even be that they didn’t realize that the info they were giving was going to lead that particular buyer where it did. again, if not, it could be because they have a grudge against ziva for some reason we can talk out or smth. i’m v much into the idea of this and ! would love for it to b taken ! so pls ! do the thing ! )

ZIVA MIZRAHI, our INBAR LAVI fc is looking for her SENIOR AGENTS SHE SPENT TIME WITH GROWING UP / LIMITLESS connection who look like UTP and who are 28+ YEARS OLD. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( ziva basically lived at headquarters from the time she was brought in - age six - to now, and while nick and natasha were her primary caregivers, she was often shuttled between different agents during down periods or whatnot. basically, if she for some reason couldn’t stay at shield itself, or there was a holiday - like thanksgiving, christmas, easter, her birthday - coming up, she’d be taken in briefly by a senior agent or their family and given a place to stay for a bit before such a time as she returned. )

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