#shoutout to hannah for the help!

[dearly-somber]

I GOT FEEL LOW

STILL IN THE 미로

BUT I GOT NO TIME TO BREAK SOUL JUST LET ME FLOW

HEY FOOL !

JUST GET OUT MY WAY

SHUT UP FUCK OFF

I’M ON MY WAY

[calamitys-child]

Listening to a podcast discussing conspiracy theories and deconstructing the ideas behind them and it's reminded me of the coolest practical lessons in critical thinking I ever got, both in high school, both from the same teacher. One was a month long project on who killed jfk in which we could basically present any theory as long as we cited all our reasons and it got us really excited about research and interpretation, but it was the follow up that I liked best.

Our next project she brought us into class and showed us a documentary claiming the moon landing was faked. Gave us worksheets to do that sided with that stance. And at the end of class a bunch of us were like miss wait this doesn't seem right?? and she said okay, we'll discuss that next week. The next lesson, she showed us a mythbusters episode countering all the claims of the original documentary and gave us worksheets for that, and another bunch of people went wait miss you can't teach us two opposing things, which one is right? What do we put on the exam??

So she split the class in two and told us each to present a case based on each side, and to explain why our source was or wasn't the more reliable of the two. Got us to debate each other directly and use additional sources to back us up and explain why those sources were reliable and should be believed. And because they were randomly assigned there was no guarantee you'd agree with the stance you were presenting, but you had to present it like you did. At the end of the project she asked us all which stance we found more convincing and why, and the majority of us basically said "we think that the moon landing is real because most of the arguments against it seem like someone reacted to a confusing thing without testing it, but when you test it and ask the person running the test to explain the science it makes sense once you have more information. Also, one documentary was made with the help of scientists with qualifications and experience and the other was made by people who don't have that but like to write mystery books, which looks like a less reliable way to get an answer. But we still dont understand why you showed us both if one is wrong."

And she was like excellent. You've done exactly what you should do. At high school level, we as teachers are expected to filter for the reliable sources for you, so you know to repeat that to pass an exam, but if you want to be historians on your own, I won't be your teacher any more once you graduate. Lots of people have opinions and theories and research about times in history, and it's your job to learn how to look at them and decide who you want to trust. This won't be on the exam, but I need you all to know it. You all did a great job following the school's instructions to repeat information you were given, but for some of you, that information wasn't on a reliable foundation. I know you all know how to pass an exam. You're smart and you've been trained to follow these instructions. What you deserve to be taught is how to use all this once you don't have to do exams any more.

And then as a reward for us doing a good job at figuring out the value of checking your sources' sources she let us watch Bush get hit in the face with a shoe before we had to go to maths. Shoutout to you Ms Hannah you were a good'un I hope you're doing well ten years on from that class

[hergrandplan]

Sometimes you just gotta restart a chapter from scratch I guess

[makethemhoesmad]

strap game go crazy?

lol i wrote this in ten minutes

it started as paige but it was too mean for her so i decided to go crazy

no judgement on the strap it’s my first time writing it

shoutout to @iminlovewithpaigebueckers for being the devil on my shoulder

hannah hidalgo x reader

“i’ve missed you baby,” hannah says, pushing me onto the bed and sitting on my hips. My attempt at trying to make her jealous obviously backfired, making me need her more than ever. “What the actual fuck were you thinking, wearing that dress out like a fucking slut?” Well, i was thinking about how it would make her feel, but she didn’t have to know that. “listen slut, you could’ve gone home with anyone in that bar tonight and none of them could’ve made you feel as good as me, isn’t that right?” she takes my face in her hands, jolting it up to look at her. i choose not to answer, picking my battle for the day, instead making direct eye contact with her. 

bad choice

“it’s okay if you don’t wanna talk, you’d better stay quiet then.”

After that jaw dropping line, she hops off of me and skips over to her closet and slams the door.

literally what the actual fuck is she doing in her closet i thought she came out of that a while ago

i’ve got my eyes closed, drifting between being asleep and awake, when i faintly hear the door open. i leave my eyes shut, too tired to open them. I feel a soft hand on my face, then something slams into my core. “WHAT THE FUU—“ i’m cut off by hannah’s hand over my mouth. “I thought i told you to stay quiet baby.” oh damn. i open my eyes to see that she’s naked from the waist down besides the six inch sparkly strap that’s both her prized possession and buried inside of me. she’s wearing a sports bra on top, and i’m wearing nothing because she ripped my goddamn dress off me the second she dragged me in here. “talk again, and i’ll fuck you so hard you won’t remember how to” then she starts pushing in and out of me with such vigor that if i wasn’t already lying down i would have collapsed. She moves her hand from my mouth so she can pin both of mine over my head. just great. i’m sweating with the effort to not make a sound, and she notices. “aw, poor little whore, struggling to keep her loud ass mouth to herself for once” with that, i promptly let out a scream that could have broken windows and release all over her strap. 

“stupid little slut, didn’t i tell you to shut the fuck up? well, now i don’t give a shit what sounds you make, i’m not stopping until you cry”

true to her word, she starts ramming into me again, so hard that i see stars. i’m screaming and whining and sobbing and despite what she said earlier, she’s not stopping. i’ve came more times than i can count and i can’t remember why she’s still going, and then she stops. she climbs off of me, leaving me on the bed, then coming back wearing nothing at all. She helps me under the covers, then curls up right next to me. “i love you,” she whispers to me as i curl against her stomach. i’m asleep before i can answer

[hyuuukais]

✧˖°ʚ🍓ɞ♡ SUNSHINE AND STRAWBERRIES

pairing ☆ lee felix x fem reader

synopsis ☆ Y/N is a new streamer. after months of planning, and her best friend & now fellow streamer han jisung convincing her, she makes a twitch and youtube account. thanks to jisung giving her a shoutout to his own huge following, she gains some unexpected overnight fame. but what was more unexpected was waking up to see her long-time favourite comfort streamer _sunshine.bbokari_ following her.

warnings ☆ swearing

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☆ partially written chapter, 6 screenshots ☆

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE ☆ LIKE A MOVIE

"I'm in love with you too."

There was a pause before anything happened. You can't help the sob ripping from your body, grateful to finally confess. Felix stares at you wide-eyed, mouth agape.

Then, he breaks into a smile.

"Really?" He breathes, wiping rain droplets from his face and pushing his hair back. "You're not just like... saying this?"

"God, I've never meant anything more in my life!" You laugh, and he does too. "So, how about we make this whole fake relationship not so fake?"

"Bold!" He wraps his arms around you, loose enough that you can still lean back to look at him comfortably. "I think that's a great idea. In fact, I think I know the perfect way to confirm this new beginning. Something I've been dying to do."

"Oh?" Your smile grows wider, and he grows closer.

Lightning strikes the moment your lips meet, your chest tightening in the best way. His lips are soft and wet with rain, hand snaking up to cup your cheek. Passion surges between you, the moment intimate despite the people walking past you.

You only break away to breath, reconnecting in an instant, every time feeling like the first. The kiss was healing, and so was Felix, forgetting all your worries when you're with him.

Finally, when the rain got to be too much, you started toward Felix's house, hand in hand. You both shivered, but you didn't feel cold. You had your own personal sunshine in the form of a beautiful freckle-faced boy to keep you warm.

notes ☆ i know it's kinda short, but i hope u enjoy still !! i'll begin to be more active again starting next week! ily all!!! take care !!! also i'm sorry i've been lacking in replying to replies aaa my brain doesn't work sometimes

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pink means i can't tag you

[chemicallywrit]

Happy Audio Drama Sunday!! When I was a non-teacher adult I thought to myself, surely as a child I exaggerated the desperate need for summer break. Now that I am a teacher adult, I can admit that I was. Wrong. I need a break, but luckily I have time for this.

Here's what I listened to this week!

@ourstoriedinsight's season finale was this week and wow. Wow. The way this show so effortlessly dances on ideas of trust, truth, and ethics while telling a story of four (five? Sir George count?) ridiculous and reluctant heroes who have only a dead friend in common is staggering. This episode especially, as you can see how they really drew together against (and then with) Sage. I love them, your honor. And I would also let Rain be my lawyer. Everyone listen to Our Storied Insight.

Jeez louise @camlannpod, can you give a girl a break? I am so glad Gwaine’s okay, and I’m fascinated by the mistrust Peredur has for him, even after they tried to track him over hill and dale. And I am SO worried about what's about to happen next. I wonder what Dai's going to do about it. I wonder if he'll do anything (please, Dai, do something).

This week's episode of Josie’s Lonely Hearts Club had me rolling. Look, I knew the title going in ("It's French for A Horny Party") and I still cackled when the line appeared in the episode. Josie, I hope you continue changing for the better. Also it inspired me to make beans and rice for dinner and that was a wild success.

When Karim Kronfli showed up at the beginning of the season of Among the Stars and Bones, I was excited, but holy heck. The performances in this show. Oh, right, and the twist at the end--you know, I really should have expected things to get a million times worse, based on how last season went, but this is a MILLION times worse. How are they gonna get out of this one folks???

@keepitsteadypod KEEP IT STEADY IS BACK KEEP IT STEADY MY BELOVED. Things are REALLY going places between Zach and Gabe now and neither of them know it. I love high schoolers, they're so dumb. Admit you like each other, dummies. Shoutout to our great good school nurse trying to fight for kids, and I thought the reveal about Zach's past was remarkably done. I love this show.

In relistening news, Life with Althaar again (what's up, @geminicollisionworks!). I rarely relisten to shows, but this one is worth my while every time. Listen to Life with Althaar, a silly space sitcom that gets Not So Silly when the story decides to commit to the bit. Althaar, I would die for you.

Inn Between is truckin right along with 5.9 this week, which I found absolutely delicious to watch the actors bring to life. It’ll be outdone only by the episode next week. In zombie news, boy oh boy, this week we're doing some recording for The Dead that I'm very worried about but ready for the challenge of. It involves directing singers in a language I do not speak! Lol pray for me. If I can make it til school ends, maybe I'll have some other news as well! Keep a weather eye out.

Hey, want to help me satiate my sudden summer cravings for fun drinks? Buy me a ko-fi!

See y'all next week!

[innbetween]

11. Any bits of Inn Between trivia for us?

Let’s seeeee

When I originally imagined the series I imagined it as a web series, because I didn’t know audio dramas were a thing that could exist in the modern world like they do. I wrote up my first episode and sent it to my film friend. And she was like, yeah, this is a good pilot! And i was like, great, so would you direct it, and we can do a casting call, and—

And she was like oh. Oh hannah no. Do you even know how expensive that is?

I did not.

But that same winter, I went to Podcon (RIP), and saw @laurenshippen and the Paul Bae and the Night Vale guys speak, and I was like…maybe I can do this after all. So I did.

The moral of the story in one way is, find a way to make the thing you want to make. I think I had all of fifty listeners first season, and I owe them everything, except for the idea that I could do this at all. I think I owe that to Lauren Shippen. I want to pass that to you—you can do this!

The other moral of the story is, you don’t have to do this alone. Get advice, get lots of advice, ask for help for the things you can’t do (shoutout to Katherine Ayers, the real hero of Inn Between, to whom I owe my life).

Go make stuff!

[rainkays]

UNTIL DAWN OC | JOEY MCKINNON !

SHE/HER, 18, 📍SALEM, OREGON. INTP. VIRGO.

CASTED WITH CAILEE SPAENY & WROTE BY ALYSSA

“it matters where you are…”

JOEY MCKINNON, best friend of josh washington and samantha giddings had been quietly pining for a certain blonde party girl for years. she met the girl in middle school, a few years after meeting josh and chris. she quickly grew close with sam, both quiet and often found themselves left in the corner at parties to their own devices. she soon found herself on the invite list to the annual blackwood getaway, and sat out on the prank after passing out with josh and chris.

A YEAR LATER… joey accompanies her friends back to the mountain after the tragic deaths of hannah and beth. joey tried to remain as close with josh as she could, but months with only one word responses had her bitting her nails down to the beds for her best friend. she was arguably the closest with josh, and spent countless nights at his house watching cheap horror movies with even cheaper special effects.

JOEY AND JESS’S relationship was rocky, to say the least, since the prank that had taken place a year before their reunion. despite her newfound relationship with mike, joey couldn’t help but find herself even deeper in the hole when she thought of her. most would never pick the two girls as friends, but they got along surprisingly well. joey was almost sure that with their current circumstances, she’d never find a moment to tell her friend how she really felt.

WHO IS JOEY MCKINNON?

JOEY is an 18 year old photographer, born and raised in salem oregon. her love of photography stemmed from her mother’s job as a local journalist, joey soon taking after her as the photographer for the yearbook and school newspaper. after the death of her mother in elementary school, she moved into the giddings residence. she soon met the washington’s, as well as their close friends.

HER BOARDING SCHOOL DAYS were much more lively than she once assumed, sneaking into jess’s room at night to watch her favorite rom coms and eat candy they’d snuck in from visits into town. she and josh took film class together, proudly working on their own horror film for their final project, starring sam.

DETAILS ! joey is an avid film watcher, horror being her favorite genre. some of her favorite’s being evil dead 2, i spit on your grave, christine, the reanimator, and the lost boys. she and josh love going to concerts, and have seen the smashing pumpkins, the maria’s, slowdive, and paramore. she also loves taking jess to drive online movies on the weekends and going on hikes with sam during their breaks.

NOTE ! wanted to say thank u for all the support lately & that i’m so excited to be bringing my oc to you <3 shoutout to @endofradio for the inspo to finally post joey bc ive been scheming her up for so long and cant wait to post more in depth about her relationship with the other characters!

[awkwardtickleetoo]

Blind Spot

hellooooo!! first ficlet that came from this post that’s finished, and i finished it in literally like 5 hours lmao so that’s pretty sick

shoutout @mushiewrites for titling this and helping me brainrot ideas for ALL the ficlets, you’re the realest 😔✊ anyway here’s wonderwall

lee!dream, ler!hannah, ler!sylvee, 1.6k words

enjoy!!

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“Can you even see in that thing?” Sylvee asked curiously, tilting her head up at the taller man before tilting it to the side inquisitively to match her tone of voice. Dream turned his head to face her, squinting in order to make out her facial expression through the very awkward eye holes of the mask he wore. Her eyebrows pinched together, her mouth pulled to one side, and her hand was on her hip as her ankles crossed where she stood to pop said hip out– at least… he’s pretty sure that’s accurate?

“Uh…” He began, tilting his head back and forth as he tried to form a proper answer. “Kinda? It’s, like, hard to see clearly– like I can see forward enough to walk but I can’t see like…” Dream paused to gesture in a circle around him, moving slowly to be careful of hitting anything around him. “I can’t see, like, my peripherals that well. Or, like, above or below my eye line,” Dream finished his explanation, leaving one arm out to his side, and curling the other hand in to gesture to where his eyes were located inside the mask.

“Woah, really?” Sylvee asked, her eyebrows furrowing more as she tilted her head the opposite way at the reply.

“Doesn’t that get, like, super annoying, though?” Hannah asked as she turned back away from the mirror she’d been standing in front of to touch up her hair and makeup between panels, reaching up and smacking Dream’s elbow that was still in the air as she walked past, making him chuckle and look down at her before dropping both his arms back down to his sides.

“Well, I mean… yeah,” Dream agreed, making all three of them chuckle slightly. “But you get used to it after a while, I think. It's really only super annoying when you first put it on or if you bump into something.”

“I guess that makes sense,” Hannah replied with a nod, standing next to Sylvee in front of Dream.

“So, wait,” Sylvee began, taking a few steps to her left and lifting her hand up, holding her pointer finger near the side of the mask. “Can you see my hand right now? Like, just looking straight ahead.”

“Uh–“ Dream began, unsure of himself, straightening his back and trying to see how far his vision could go. “No? I can see– I can see your arm but only up to, like, here,” Dream said, lifting his finger and pointing slightly above Sylvee’s elbow. “After that it just, like… disappears.”

“Hm,” She hummed in thought, before suddenly flicking the forehead of the mask, making Dream jump and flinch back, bringing his hand up to cover the area.

“Ow! What the hell?!” He complained through surprised laughter, and Sylvee laughed with him, throwing her head back as she did so and pointing at him mockingly. As they both cooled back down, Hannah stepped in front of him again, closer this time.

“Wait, Dream,” She began, and he turned his head back to her again. “Keep looking straight!” She scolded, and he immediately tilted his head back up, holding his hands up in surrender. “Okay, can you see mine?”

“No,” He replied quickly, shaking his head. “I can’t even see where your arm is like I could with Sylvee’s.”

“Wait, really? You can’t see this at all?” She asked, and Dream watched her shoulder move from the very bottom of his line of vision, and he could only assume that meant she was moving her arm.

“Not at all,” He confirmed, putting his hands at his sides again.

“Interesting… So you wouldn’t be able to see me do this?” Hannah asked, and suddenly there were five nails scratching at his tummy over his hoodie, and he swore if he didn’t know where she was standing he would’ve head-butted Hannah square in the face with his quickly he gasped and doubled over.

“FUCK–“ He yelped, stumbling back away from her cruel hand and covering his tummy with one palm flat against it, his other hand extended out in front of him to stop her from repeating the action. “What the fuck, Hannah!”

“Oh, don’t even be like that, you KNOW you would’ve done the same if you had that good of an opportunity!” She defended, and he glanced up at her long enough to watch her cross her arms over her chest and take another step towards him. “Don’t, don’t do it again! Stay away, idiot–“ He protested, but was cut off by another gasp and jump that sent him back to a standing position when he felt a set of hands gently rest on his back and one on his arm.

“Wait, I wanna try too!” Sylvee joined in, walking around to be in front of Dream as well, pulling her hands away with her. Dream looked down at her and shook his head, expression pleading but impossible to see through the mask.

“No, do–“

“Keep looking up!” Sylvee scolded, reaching up and using her fingers gently placed under the button of the mask, roughly where his chin would be, to push his head back abruptly, causing him to lose his words for a moment. She kept her hand there, keeping his head tilted up even through his giddy, nervous giggles.

“Sylvee, no, we’re not trying anything, both of you just– just don’t–“ He continued, pressing both hands flat against his stomach to keep himself covered, but suddenly there was a hand on his side, squeezing twice before skittering nails up and down the area. “NO! Stohohop!” He giggled out, throwing his hands to the side to try to dislodge Sylvee’s, but all he got in return was her hand poking sporadically around his side, so quickly that he couldn’t find where she was at any point to stop her– especially without being able to see her. “STOP– stop, stohop, dohohon’t! Oh my gohohod, Syhylvehehee!” He whined through his laughter, and he managed to shake his head away from her hand so he could look down and collect himself. He stumbled backwards again, gasping and looking behind him when his butt hit something, realizing he was backed up against one of the booths in the waiting room. Then, the poking returned– two hands this time– and he realized how badly he had trapped himself. “Oh, nohoho!”

“That wasn’t really your smartest move, was it, Dream?” Sylvee teased gently, making Dream shake his head, squeezing his eyes shut behind the mask. He curled up slightly, doubling over the tiniest bit, and squealing loudly when another set of hands joined in the poking, all over his tummy and other side now.

“Hahahannahahah!” Dream managed through his laughter, his voice much higher than usual, curling his arms in towards his sides and still batting around aimlessly to try and push either of them away.

“This is so fun, why don’t we do this more often?” Sylvee asked nonchalantly, casually draping one arm over Dream’s shoulder and continuing her non-stop poking with the other hand.

“Shuhuhut uhuhup!”

“He’s probably soooo red under that mask, too, right, Dream?” Hannah asked, leaning in to direct her attention right at Dream’s face, making sure he could see her if his eyes were open beneath the mask. Even with the opaque material shielding his face, he still felt the need to whip his head around to look away from her, clamping his mouth shut to hide his giggles as much as he could.

“Mhm, and no one will know but the three of us!” Sylvee replied, placing one deliberate poke above the area of his hip bone, which made him yelp and flinch away from her. This, of course, only brought him closer to Hannah, who had intended to do the same thing, but due to his movement, ended up placing the poke just barely to the right of his belly button. This made him squeal even louder, and he curled his hands around himself and shook his head.

“OKAHAY! Okahahay, plehehease, stohohop! I’ve hahahad enohohough!” He whined, sliding down the booth he was leaning against until he was sat on the floor. Dramatically, he let himself go limp, dropping his head to the side until it landed against Hannah’s thigh, then doing the same with his opposite arm until it landed against Sylvee’s ankle. To push the dramatics even further, he put on his shakiest voice, pretending to cry, sniffling a few times. “You guys killed me. You’re gonna have to find a new teammate.” He faked a cough for dramatic effect, making both girls laugh at his ridiculousness. “Tell… tell Harvey… he was always my favorite…”

“Wow. I’m crushed, really,” Hannah replied through her laughter, making both Dream and Sylvee laugh further at her reply. “Come on, idiot. If you make us late for this event with your one-man acting production I will actually kill you.” She took a step away, reaching her hand down to help him up. He didn’t take it at first, so she made a grabby hand motion towards him, still getting nothing.

“Sylvee would save me. She cares about me,” He said with another sniffle, crossing his arms over his chest.

“No I wouldn’t. Now get up.” She flicked her head to the side, motioning for him to stand up, and he let out a dramatic sigh, reaching up to grab Hannah’s hand, before reaching his other one up to insinuate he wanted Sylvee to offer hers as well. “Oh my god. You’re so ridiculous,” She said fondly, but put her hand out anyway to help him up.

Dream brushed himself off, adjusting the mask on his head with the help of the other two, and all three of them made their way towards the arena their Twitch Rivals event was located in with smiles on their faces– no pun intended, of course.

[ggukkiedae]

Throwback 2018 #2 | Memories from the NCT 2018 Fan Party!

haechan has his arm around her shoulder but spots the camera and starts dancing. She just watches him until he stops and apologizes slightly embarrassed, making her laugh

“we’re going to meet our czennies… i feel so good” he started dancing again then looked at hannah “haeeunie how do you feel?” “i feel like tonight’s gonna be fun, i can’t wait.” “dance with me!” “...”

she did end up dancing with him

you can see a clip of hannah running to her actual position, which was on the other end of haechan’s position and different clips of her paying attention to taeyong

when kun and ten are taking selfies by the nct sign on the door, you hear a faint “kun baba!” and hannah appears to take the picture with them, but ten just stares at her “oh so he’s kun baba and i’m just ten oppa?” “duh, take the picture!” and kun’s just laughing at them

she looks at ten weird when he pulled faces, and laughed when renjun called him scary “i agree with injun, and you know it’s true because it’s me and injun that agreed on something”

while jaehyun taeil and ten were doing sexy post pictures, you can see johnny adjusting the chains on her boss outfit for her

when taeyong finishes his backstage spiel, she appears from behind him, trying to figure out her mic pack, so taeyong helps her with it

then there are snapshots of their performances, and an especially prominent clip of her performing firetruck with the rest of 127

there’s a clip of her smiling right at the people in standing and handing them the balls gently

taeyong approached her “our princess, how was today?” “it was fun to have everyone together, and i got to perform firetruck as a part of 127 for the first time! i hope you enjoyed as much as i did, czennie, bye!”

bonus! during the q&a

"hannah!" "yes!" "as the only girl here, everyone is curious to know what the roles of each member is in your life" "ah, well, the oppas are all big brother figures, mark in particular is like the most realistic sibling type brother i have, chenle and jisung are my babies, jeno and jaemin are my best friends, injun is the bane of my existence, duckie's my twin, and special shoutout to kun baba! kun baba is kun baba"

"is there a member who takes care of you most?" "on a normal basis maybe johnny oppa or jaeminie" *insert jaemin's 'yes, she forgets to let others take care of her when she's with us in dream'*

taglist: @1-800-enhypennabi @strwberrydinosaur @sunflower-0180 @caratinylyfe @1-800-minji @one16core @kimhyejin3108 @chansols @akshverse @world-full-of-roses @stopeatread

drop an ask or a dm if you wanna be added or taken out of the taglist 🥰 requests are also open!

[uvhqpositivity]

the moment i got to unityverse jay ( @switchbladenz ) has been so fucking helpful. my bullet club brother for life i love him so much. that goat won the challenge and inspired me to do the best i can here. also shoutout to kenny for letting me come back and mjf for being the goat with those melons. 😉 plus the bucks because they looooove clay jerking off to hannah/courtney it's their fave scene. thx unityverse

xoxo, headbanga

We are so happy to hear that your UnityVerse experience has been welcoming and enjoyable, ELP! UnityVerse is a loving community that brings people together and we are honored to know that you are already connected to so many people! Keep it going!

[sadgirlnace]

The Way I Loved You: Nancy's Confession

"I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain..."

“Ace, I…” Nancy tried to plead with him.

“For the first time since you,” he can’t keep the venom out of his voice, “somebody makes me feel happy. If you solve this, she’ll go. I don’t want her to leave.”

Nancy was taken aback. Ace storms out, leaving everyone in The Claw confused.

While Ace is pacing in the parking lot, it starts raining. He stops and laughs. “Great! That’s great! Just my luck.”

The next thing he knows, he turns around and Nancy is behind him, shivering in the cold without her coat.

“I’m sorry, Ace,” Nancy says, raising her voice, but not quite to a yelling volume. “But she’s a ghost, okay?! It’s never going to work!”

“You think I don’t know that?!” Ace argues back. “What else am I supposed to do, Nance?! I've been so lost since we tried to break the curse!”

“And I get that! But curse aside, you’ve been so frustrating! I can’t even be in the same room with you anymore!”

Nancy’s voice sounds so broken and that breaks Ace’s heart. He looks at her with tears in his eyes. 

“You’ve always been there for me! I don’t know who I am without…” Her voice breaks.

Ace just stares at her with a heartbroken look on his face.

“I’ve been feeling lost, too!  Ever since I found out about the curse I’ve been feeling lost.” Nancy is now yelling at him. “Without you, I’m not who I’m supposed to be.”

Tears roll down Ace’s face as he processes what she is saying.

“Goddamn it, Ace Hardy, I’m in love with you!” She screamed at him through the pouring rain. “With everything that I am, I love you!”

Ace’s lips slammed down on hers.  While he’s kissing her, they back up onto Florence. She runs her fingers through his hair because old habits die hard. They don’t even think about the curse, Tristan, or Ace’s ghost.  They keep on kissing, not wanting to stop even for a moment. Then, Florence’s driver-side window cracks, causing them to stop and look at each other.

Nancy is looking at him, he starts to get breathless. He hunches over on the ground. “I…can’t…breathe.” Ace weakly tells her. “I…can’t…hear.” There is a ringing in his ears.

Nancy is yelling to her dad for help and waving her arms in distress. Carson runs out of The Claw, confused and alarmed. “What happened?!” Carson asks Nancy.

“He kissed me. What was he thinking?” Nancy answers her father, in a panic.

Carson helps Ace up. “This is why I walked away.” He tells her father, weakly.

Carson looks at him with concern in his eyes. “Come on, Ace. Breathe with me. Deep breath in, deep breath out,” Carson says while he’s trying to help Ace.

Nancy walks away, her blood turns cold as her heartbeat pounds in her ears.  How could he be so careless? She thought. He told me this is why he walked away! Her thoughts run rampant. Doesn’t he know that if he was gone, my life would be ripped to shreds?!

Author’s Note: I hope you enjoyed reading this fic! I appreciate any and all kind feedback! Special shoutout to Hannah P., LikesToSolveThePuzzle, and NaceShipper1994 for helping me write it!

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The Afterparty: Sebastian

This week’s episode was a lot of fun and my favorite so far of the season. A lot of ground was covered and new theories have emerged so this will be another long post. Starting off with the “Not ___” clue (shoutout to the subreddit for getting it so quickly omg). SPOILERS AHEAD

“Not By Camels Milk”

I don’t know what to make of this clue because when I looked up kumis/koumis, the results said that it’s milk from a donkey and not camel’s milk as stated by Ulysses in the first episode. I doubt the writers would make a mistake while researching it so it’s hard to say what this means. Are they trying to insinuate that Ulysses is a fraud? Isabel made an offhand comment about him always boasting about his travels. But let’s say that it is koumis: Edgar refused to drink it at the rehearsal dinner and after Aniq spit it out I assumed that there wouldn’t be much if any left. Maybe later on in the evening Edgar and Ulysses come to some sort of agreement that was sealed with Edgar taking a sip of the koumis. Ulysses is kind of going higher up on my list now because this is starting to get suspicious.

Confirmed Theories

As always Reddit was on it because four long-standing theories were confirmed:

•The wedding staff were in on the heist

•Sebastian kidnapped Roxana to open the safe

•Sebastian was the naked man

•SEC4 meant Edgar, Sebastian, Connect 4 and was a record of their scores

A lot of people suspected Sebastian was secretly Australian instead of British so the reveal he’s actually American is so funny to me 😂 And omg at Yasper’s brief appearance! That was a perfect little tie in to last season. Also I knew Travis wasn’t lying about being knocked out! It just didn’t seem like something he’d lie about. After watching the episode twice these are my thoughts:

Theory 1

I 100% think that Edgar calling everyone devils in that rant was because he knew their secrets and now I see that he himself is a devil as well it will be interesting to see how this will all tie in at the end. When Isabel told Sebastian to tell Edgar she remembered everything it gave me a feeling that Edgar might have actually been the one to poison his father. And as I write this I’m starting to wonder if maybe Edgar tried to poison someone that evening and then accidentally poisoned himself instead. If he’s killed someone before he probably got too cocky this time and accidentally offed himself instead. There’s a theory that Edgar has been drugging Isabel and tbh I’m starting to believe it because if he did kill his father, that would be a good way of keeping his mother in line and preventing her from telling the truth. He and Hannah were really close up to a point so I can’t help but wonder if they did it together since it’s Hannah’s garden that has all the poisonous plants. It’s just a vibe I’m getting but we’ll see.

Theory 2

Speaking of Hannah, I still think Grace killed Edgar and Hannah is covering for her. Like I’ve said before Grace is putting on this damsel in distress act and I wouldn’t be surprised if she were manipulating Hannah because she knows she’s in love with her. If neither are the murderer I think they planned to run away together after the wedding night with Edgar’s money since there was no prenup signed.

My current three suspects:

Grace because of all the lying and her playing Zoë like a fiddle the whole time ; Whether or not she’s also taking advantage of Hannah is unknown

Ulysses because I’m starting to think he’s a liar and after Edgar’s encounter with Vivian, she may have told him. That’s a pretty big motive because of how big a family secret it is (unconfirmed theory that he’s the father of Zoë and/or Grace)

Edgar as an accidental death caused by himself since he’s been shown to have that dark side and he already got bested by Sebastian with the card so he’s clearly not as intelligent as he thinks he is

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The Neighbour [3.8]

Masterlist

A/N: I laugh when I think about how I wanted to have this chapter up my Halloween. Whoopsie lol. Anyway, who's been listening to Fever Dream on repeat? Because my go-to-jam is Off with the Head and Toxic in You -- highly relatable 😂

Little shoutout to @imabee-oralizard for inspiring me to finish this latest smut-venture with King of the Damned. I could write a better in-depth version but this pretty much enlists all the qualities I love about that song.

Little disclaimer: There are drugs mentioned within this chapter. I'm not implying that any of the members of Palaye do these specific drugs, it's purely there for plot purposes. But we're also adults and some drug use is referenced in some of their songs so... don't @ me pls.

Warnings: smut ahead, mentions of drug use, alcohol consumption

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They sat curled up together in the back of an Uber, the hills quiet and glimmering with the eerie haze of orange decorations. This time tomorrow, the neighbourhood would probably be crawling with kids zipping up and down in their costumes, toting giant bags for candy and never being satisfied when parents would assure that enough was enough.

Eva always liked Halloween, though she hadn't embraced it as much these past couple of years. She was excited when Remington suggested matching costumes for the season, never having the opportunity before with past exes. And the gleam in his eye when he pulled out his Halloween decorations was all too endearing to her.

His hand stayed firm on her thigh, just creeping over the hill of her knee. He looked too good in his suit, hair messy and dark makeup smudged beneath his eyes. He reminded her of that meme; "looks like they could kill you but are actually a cinnamon roll" type of joke. He didn't help her case by conveniently going without a shirt under that suit jacket.

"Emerson's gonna' be late," Remington huffed, glancing at his phone.

"You guys live in the same house," Eva pointed out with jaunt.

"And I'm not his keeper," he replied, "One day, he'll just be Shy's problem,"

"Somehow, I doubt she's complaining," she chuckled, "So, besides Caity, will I know anybody at this thing?"

"Of course. Andy's there, Hannah, Ash, and if you meet anybody you don't know, you just tell them you're my girl," his eyes crinkled over his mask.

Eva simpered, "... Or your wife," she joked.

His brow popped and he shifted closer, "Maybe one day you'll be doing just that," he murmured.

"What? Being your wife?" she chuckled, "I'm only twenty-four, Rem,"

"I always forget you're a little younger," he replied.

"Because I don't act like it?"

"Because you're too smart for me,"

Eva slapped his arm, "Oh cut it out, honey,"

A bemused giggle rumbled from his chest as he leaned over, nuzzling her nose through their masks. It was all they could do within the Uber, despite the driver's dismissive glances in the rearview.

"You look amazing in that dress, babe," he whispered, his eyes shooting up and down the expanse of her little black dress.

Eva blushed, squirming in her seat when his hand moved further up her thigh, "You're not so bad, yourself,"

"You know it's not too late," he surmised, "We could ask this guy to turn around, go home, pick out a movie and not watch it,"

She rolled her eyes, "Wasn't that my idea?" she queried, "In fact, weren't you the one who assured me we weren't going to be staying long? And besides, what about our driver?"

"I'll leave him a good tip," he whispered.

"That's very kind of you," the driver suddenly said, and Remington and Eva jumped apart, "But we're here,"

And sure enough, they had pulled up in front of Caity's house. Remington hopped out first, running around to the other side and opening the door for Eva before she could reach the handle. They wished the driver goodnight and made their way inside

It was only nine o'clock and already Caity's house was in full swing of an adult frat party. Billboard hits played in the background to incessant and random chatter, all of it getting lost amid the clinking of empty bottles and raucous laughter from strangers. Eva held tightly to Remington's hand, walking just a foot behind as he tried to look around for Caity. Despite her fears, Eva was put at a little ease seeing there weren't as many people here as she thought.

"Heyy!" Caity suddenly appeared out of nowhere. She threw her arms around Remington first, then Eva, "You guys came!"

"Of course we did," Remington grinned, bumping Eva gently with his elbow. Eva nudged him back.

"Caity, you look beautiful," she commented, and she couldn't lie. Caity was dazzling in her silken black pantsuit and silver heels, her long skeleton acrylic nails clinging to a blue solo cup.

"What about you? You look like the modern-day Vampira! Where did you get that dress?" she beamed back.

"-- Shy," Eva shrugged sheepishly.

"God, she always knows the best places to shop," Caity looped her arm with Eva's, "Remi, I'm stealing your girlfriend! Hayden just bought this delicious apricot whiskey -- you have to try it!"

Eva took one more fleeting glance at her boyfriend, giddily agreeing as she was pulled into the kitchen.

"Caity, play nice with her!" Remington warned.

"Always," The slender blonde winked at Eva before pulling her along.

Caity's kitchen was beautiful as always, and on the counter sat a variety of different liquors, sodas, and juices to mix up whatever the guests wanted. A group of girls were crowded around the bottles, chatting like starlings on a spring morning.

Caity shouted for their attention, "Ladies! Shut up and pay attention!" she hollered, "This is Eva, she's Remi's girlfriend,"

Eva waved politely, "Hi,"

One of the girls, a darker blonde, scoffed dismissively, "Another one?"

"No idiot, this is the same girl from May... right?" a short-haired brunette asked.

"Yes," Caity assured with a huff, "And get off Remi's back, Thea,"

The blonde shrugged listlessly and continued to sip on her drink. Another brunette came running over to Eva, "Don't mind Thea, she's a monogamy-is-a-prison-type of person. I'm Amy! Let's get you a drink!"

Remington meanwhile took a seat beside his pal Andy, watching as he and a few other guys were immersed in a poker game.

"Who's winning, boys?" he asked.

"Ash thinks he is," Andy said.

"Andy's cheating," Ash counterpointed.

"These guys can't keep a good poker face to save their lives," Hayden deduced

Remington simpered, "Deal me in next round. I'll show you a real poker face,"

"You're on, Leith," Ash challenged.

Just out of the corner of his eye, two boys got up from their spot on the wall. They had been chatting between each other when they saw Remington come in, and they couldn't resist striking up a conversation.

"Hey Remington! Long time no see!" Carson, a skinny hipster type with long hair, greeted him first. Andy refrained from rolling his eyes beside Remington, trying to focus on his cards.

"Hey! What's good, boys?" he fist bumped them both.

"Where you been, man? We missed you at the last few get togethers," Sam, a shorter and somewhat stout counterpart to Carson, pointed out.

"He's been busy," Hayden told them.

"Oh, you back in the studio?" Carson asked.

"Sort of, yeah," he nodded.

"He's also been spending his time with somebody who's got long, pretty eyelashes," Ash scooted closer to the singer, mockingly batting his own eyes at Remington. Remington laughed him off.

"Shut up! You got a girl, hot shot?" Sam asked.

"I do," he confirmed.

"Lemme' guess --"

"No, she's not a groupie," Remington stopped Carson short.

"She's not?"

"No! Rem pulled himself a college educated sweetheart," Andy beamed, nudging his friend in the ribs.

Remington rolled his eyes, "C'mon, I didn't exactly 'pull her',"

"That's not what Sebastian said," Ash grinned.

"He's being modest," Hayden added.

"Well, congrats man. Love to meet her, sometime," Carson said.

"She's in the kitchen! I'll introduce you later,"

"Great," Sam then adjusted the lapel of his suit jacket, sitting over his suit and tie t-shirt, "Hey by the way, if you guys are interested we got a new stash in this week," he lowered his voice as he spoke.

"Some of the cleanest blow we could get our hands on," Carson added, "But just because we like you guys, we'll cut you a deal,"

Hayden was the first to shake his head, "Not tonight, man. I'm not feeling it,"

"Neither am I," Ash agreed, "I'd rather drink my poison tonight," he raised his beer can to make his point.

Carson pouted, "Aw, come on. Andy?"

"Count me out," Andy huffed, "Last time I took that shit my head was pounding for twenty-four hours straight,"

"Ah, it's their loss," Sam sighed, "Come on, Remington. You never let us down,"

"Yeah! How about a couple lines?" Carson suggested.

Much to their chagrin, Remington too denied their offer, "Sorry boys, I'm with them,"

"You serious?" Carson huffed, "Lemme' guess, the girl told you she didn't like coke and you're pussying down to get her --"

"Bite your tongue, Carson!" Andy warned.

Remington's grin turned into an unimpressed scowl. Sure, he had done some coke before, he had done a couple of different drugs before. He and his brothers liked to experiment. And he was honest when it came to Eva, he never wanted to hide anything from her -- especially when it came to some of the more explicit poisons. She didn't like the idea of cocaine, and Remington didn't blame her -- he was already hyper enough without a line, so he decided that he would avoid it when he could; especially when he had Eva with him.

"He's got a point, Remi! You used to be one of our best customers!" Sam said, "Is that why we haven't seen much of you?"

"Does the girl even know you did coke?" Carson asked.

"Yeah, of course I told her! And I'm sorry, guys," he shrugged, "I'm just not interested tonight. Someone else here probably would be,"

"That is if Caity doesn't catch you trying to deal," Hayden reminded them.

Sam scoffed, "She hasn't caught us, yet,"

"And the night is still young," Remington pointed out.

"You guys want in on the next round?" Ash asked them.

Carson shook his head, "Nah. Would love to stay but we have a quotta to meet,"

"Good luck, fellas," Sam waved them off as they sauntered off to schmooze their next potential client. Hayden simply rolled his eyes.

"I don't know why Caity has to keep inviting them," he muttered.

"They went to high school together," Andy said.

"You still hang around with your high school drug dealers?" Hayden asked.

"Mine is shipping Bring It On CDs out of his mom's basement," Ash said.

Andy nudged Remington again, "Dude, you told Eva you did coke?" he was smack astonished at the notion.

"Well, it's not like I was doing it every week," he said, "I told her, though, I did it now and again. I don't want to lie to her about that stuff,"

Ash glared at Remington, almost studying him. He then picked up a lower valued poker chip and tossed it at his head. It bounced off of his cheek.

"Hey! What was that for?" he asked.

"Clean shaven, honest, denying drugs... who are you and what did you do to Remington Leith?" Ash asked.

"He's the healthier version," Hayden pointed out.

"The version who's in love," Andy awed.

Remington rolled his eyes, shoving at Andy to shut up when Ash suddenly threw down his cards.

"Full house, fellas! Read 'em and weep!" he announced with pride, showing off like the acclaimed Poker Masters on TV. Andy relented and threw his cards down, sulking in defeat, "Declare me the Poker King!"

"Nice play, man," he huffed.

"Not so fast, Poker King," Hayden then put down his cards, much to Ash's chagrin, "Four of a kind,"

Remington leaned over next to Ash, smirking coyly, "Read 'em and weep,"

"Fuck," and Ash pushed his money over to Hayden.

Eva pursed her lips as the whiskey simmered down her throat, coughing up a little hint of the apricot essence. She wasn't much of a whiskey drinker, but she could get used to this sweeter stuff.

"So, how's your mom doing?" Caity asked, keeping quiet enough so the other girls were out of shot.

Eva shrugged listlessly, "Alright, I guess. I haven't spoken to her yet,"

Caity cocked a brow, "Then how have you --"

"My dad. I think this is the most we've talked since... I don't know. Since I went off to college," she explained.

"And you're leaving this week?"

"Yep,"

"So you're gonna do it?" Caity asked, pointing at her torso, "You're gonna go and... snippety snip?"

"I don't know," Eva refrained from laughing, "I have to get some tests done and then we'll see,"

"Is Rem coming with you?"

Eva shook her head, "No, it's not the right time,"

"To meet the family, you mean?" Caity asked, "Is there ever a right time?"

"Probably a better time than having your estranged mother on dialysis," she shrugged back, "And then to have my sister picking at me: 'you wasted your money on your degree! what the hell did you move to California for? How much money are you wasting over there? Go get an actual job, Eva!' And so on and so on,"

Caity smiled empathetically, "You know you won't scare him away, right? If that's what you're afraid of; the guy's been through hell-and-back himself,"

"I know," Eva nodded, "It's not about me scaring him off though, it's just about the people in my family picking and pulling apart our relationship and then maybe scaring him off,"

"But he loves you anyway, regardless of whether or not you come from a crazy family. Hell, show me a family that isn't crazy,"

A loud smash suddenly echoed from the other room, followed by one of Caity's friends hollering a panicked "Sorry!"

Eva snickered, "I see your point,"

"My actual point," Caity interjected, pouring them both another shot of whiskey, "Is that Remi loves you enough that he wouldn't get scared off by your family; no matter how strict, scary, and dramatic they may be. I mean -- how bad are they, really?"

Eva scoffed, "You know the family from Shameless?"

"Yeah. That bad?" they shot back their whiskey.

Eva held her breath momentarily and swallowed, sputtering out, "Just as toxic but without substance abuse,"

"What if I came with you?" Caity jokingly offered, "Give me a bottle of pinot and a platform stage and I'll Jenny Jones the whole thing,"

Eva paused momentarily, "Um... Caity..."

Caity raised a finger at her, "I'm not promising that it won't end in murder, you see," thus prompting an amused snigger from the writer.

"Don't tempt me,"

Emerson and Shy arrived a bit later, much to Eva's relief as she was becoming lost in a cluster of chattering, sparrow-like girls, trying to keep up between those trying to get to know her and others all-together ignoring and steering conversations elsewhere.

One of the girls, the short-haired brunette with a Tinkerbell face and chunky purple platform heels, had taken a particular interest in Eva. Her name was Gigi, also a Seattle native, and once she found out that she was dating Remington, she had a plethora of questions. She was obviously a little drunk from the way she exaggerated and slurred her vowels, though nonetheless, Eva found her to be quite entertaining.

"There's no way!" the young model gabbed in awe, "There's no way in hell Remington could land a girl like you!"

"Wha -- how come?" Eva queried.

"Because!" she exclaimed, "You're -- like -- super smart and pretty and he's... he's Remington! The boy likes to -- like -- hang upside down and howl at the moon!"

Eva laughed in surprise, "I -- I've never seen him howl at the moon, but -- okay," she replied, "How did you guys meet?"

Gigi smiled casually at her wine glass, "I was -- like -- a model in a music video! Don't Feel Good or something like that; I don't remember. But it was a lot of fun! Oh, the boy was sooo cute! You should've seen him! He was so scrawny and kinda shy but -- oh mama! He got -- like -- a sexy-ass voice!"

Eva brought her glass to her lips, slyly hiding her smirk as she sipped her drink, "He certainly does,"

"Has he asked you to be in a video with him? You should for real do it! It's so fun!" Gigi beamed.

"He has -- I mean, I have!" Eva nodded, bouncing along as Gigi's bubbly attitude began to rub off on her, "I have. I think it'll be out in a couple weeks,"

"Ooooh! What did you do? Do you model, too?"

"No," she chuckled shyly, "I was just an extra. I'm a ghost writer, actually,"

Gigi gasped like a little kid then, "Oh shit! You mean you -- like -- write ghost stories?"

"Uh -- not exactly, I --" however, she was cut short when Thea walked by, casually bumping into Eva to get to Gigi.

"Hey," she tapped her shoulder, hardly acknowledging Eva at all, "I'm going to the bathroom, come with me,"

Gigi pouted, almost appalled at the notion of being dragged away, "What? Why? I'm -- like -- talking to Eva!" she whined, "She writes about ghosts!"

Thea glanced sideways at Eva, nodding dismissively. Eva grinned politely, "Ghost writer,"

"... right," Thea droned, then she took Gigi's hand, "Come to the bathroom with me. Let's go!"

"But Thea --!" Gigi hardly got the chance to protest as Thea dragged her away from Eva. Eva glanced at her shoes, at a loss for words as she looked around the kitchen. Shy came up behind her, tapping her long stiletto nails against her solo cup.

"I never liked Thea," she admitted, "Girl walks one runway in Paris and suddenly she thinks she's Kendall Jenner,"

Eva scoffed, "Is she like that with everybody?" she asked.

"Pretty much," she huffed, "Caity can't stand her,"

"... Then why is she here?"

"Friend of a friend," Shy shrugged, "Besides, someone probably told her Remington would be coming, anyway,"

Eva's eyebrows popped up, "... Why does that matter?"

Shy huffed, "She and Remi hooked up once -- years ago! Like, I don't even think they'd put out their first record yet, she was just a model for a video. Anyway, he told Emerson about it and Emerson told me once because she was being a bitch to me, too,"

"So, what's her problem, then?" Eva asked, "She wants what she can't have so she takes it out on us?"

"I told Caity to stop inviting her to these things but Caity doesn't want the drama," Shy shrugged, "I doubt Remington even knew Thea would be here, he doesn't talk to her anymore,"

Eva wasn't upset over Remington and Thea, it wasn't her business and quite frankly she couldn't care less if they had been close in the past. In the past being the optimal point. Thea wore her disdain for Eva on her sleeve, and if she was going to continue to be disrespectful towards her then they were going to have a problem. Eva didn't take well to confrontation most of the time, however she always stood up for what was fair; after all, it wasn't her problem that Remington wanted her and not Thea.

Gigi bitched and whined the entire time Thea dragged her to the bathroom, tripping over herself in her platform heels and bumping into a few others.

"Thea! Slow the fuck down!" she huffed as she was yanked into the bathroom. Thea slammed the door shut with a loud slam, pulling up her purse and aggressively digging through it.

Gigi pouted some more, "Why are you --like -- upset? Are you mad at me?"

"No!" she snapped angrily, "I'm mad at Caity!"

"Why? I know Caity doesn't have Ciroc but that's -- like -- no reason to be so bitchy!" Gigi replied.

Thea glared at the stumbling brunette, "Gigi, she fucking invited Remington but she didn't tell me that he had a new side piece with him!"

Gigi stared at her friend, completely dumbfounded, "Thea, she's not a side piece. Remington's -- like -- in love with her! Ask anybody! Ash said he's been like a puppy dog all year --!"

"Oh, would you just shut up?" she snapped again. She pulled out a small bottle of nasal spray, shoved the spout up one nostril and inhaled deeply. Gigi meanwhile was plastered against the bathroom door, still watching her friend with hazy eyes.

"Is this all because you -- like -- sucked him off for -- like -- thirty seconds and then he never called you? Are you still mad about that?" she queried.

"It wasn't thirty seconds," Thea grumbled, feeling herself now beginning to calm down, "And yeah, Gigi, he fucking humped and dumped me and the next time I saw him after he could barely look me in the eye. What a fucking creep!"

"Ugh! Who cares?" Gigi whined, "Why are you still so mad about it?"

Thea shifted the conversation, "Did you tell her?"

"Tell who?"

"Eva,"

"Tell her what?"

"About me and Remington!"

"What about Remington?"

"Oh, for fuck sakes!" she threw the nasal spray back in her bag, "Did you tell her that we fucked?"

"No! Why would I do that?" Gigi asked, "It's not her business, and he doesn't like you anyway so what does it matter?"

Thea shook her head, completely ignoring Gigi's rambling, "I could hear Andy going on and on: oooh! She's so pretty! Ooooh! She's so kind! She's got a bachelors degree! Whoopti-fucking-doo! What's she got that I don't? Hmm?"

Gigi stared silently for a moment, her jaw hung open until she drunkenly blurted, "She went to college! You didn't!"

Thea rolled her eyes, "And?"

"... and she's --like -- nice to me," Gigi admitted, "And she doesn't pull on me,"

A raucous commotion suddenly broke out outside, muffled by the door, though it was obvious that whatever was going on had captured almost everyone's attention.

"What's going on?"

"Probably beer pong, I don't care," Thea grumbled, "All I need is one shot. I mean -- how great is she really? She's not in the industry! She could never keep up with his lifestyle!"

"You really -- hicc -- need to move on, Thea," Gigi groaned, "Eva's really nice. You should give her a chance. It's not her fault --like -- Remington fell in love with her and not you,"

Oh, how those sentiments echoed in Thea's mind. She couldn't help the way she felt, she was attracted to Remington -- unhealthily so but it was an attraction nonetheless. She found him fascinating, handsome, edgy and so damn charming! Thea was so young when they'd met, she had stars in her eyes when she -- a young model on one of her first casting jobs -- got to make the acquaintance of a rock star. So he wasn't a full rock star, yet, so what? He was so fucking beautiful to her!

And yet when her opportunity came, when she followed her gut and trusted him, she was left in the dust to pick up what was clearly nothing special to him. It broke her heart, seeing him over and over with different girls who were all the same. They all had the same thing that she did, and just when she speculated that her time had come, he waltzed in with this -- child -- with liked to bat her doe eyes and ramble on about dead poets. What a fucking downgrade, she thought, what does she have that I don't? Honestly!

Whatever rationality that had possessed Caity to pierce his ear on the spot was gone as Remington pinched his throbbing, bleeding lobe. Liquid courage was more to blame than anything else, that and his own willingness to try anything once. Perhaps later on he'd ask Emerson about earring care -- that is if he wanted to wear an earring. It had never really been his thing.

He dabbed droplets of blood between his fingers, reaching absentmindedly for the bathroom door knob when another body collided into him. Gathering his surroundings, his demeanour deflated when he met eyes with Thea.

"Oh! Sorry, Remington!" she awed, quickly smoothing out her velvet skirt.

"It's cool, Thea," he replied swiftly, not eager to get trapped by her again.

Gigi exited the bathroom after, stumbling around Thea and she met eyes with Remington briefly, "Hey Remi. Oh shit! Are you bleeding?" though she didn't stick around for his answer.

Thea however found her opportunity, immediately spotting the stain on Remington's ear and fingers. She reached out with her hand, "Woah! What happened?" she touched his lobe with two fingers, eyeing the wound cautiously.

"It's nothing," Remington pulled away casually, "Caity wanted to pierce my ear,"

"And you just let her?" Thea queried.

He simply shrugged back, "I'll try anything, once," he tried to slide past her again, "Anyway --"

"How've you been?" and like that, the bleeding lobe was suddenly disregarded.

"I've been pretty good!" he nodded, "Busy, but I'm doing well,"

"And your brothers?"

"Them too,"

Thea nodded eagerly, "Oh good. So, what have you been up to? We haven't seen you around in a while. Feels like you're almost forgetting about us," she tried to tease.

Remington smiled politely, "Well, we are smack dab in the middle of a pandemic so I've been distancing myself from a few people. Listen, I hate to do this but --" he pointed to his ear, "I really want to clean this up before it stains my jacket,"

"Oh, of course!" Thea nodded, her gaze momentarily flickering to Remington's jacket and the lack of shirt underneath. An idea then popped into her mind, "Why don't I give you a hand?"

Remington nearly bit down on his tongue from how quickly he refuted, "Uh -- no. That's okay, but thank you,"

It wasn't that Thea was a bad person; well, she was a bit self-absorbed, and she knew how to put her foot in it without realizing. But mostly, Thea represented a time to Remington that he would most rather forget. He was fine acknowledging her, he could be polite and move on; but he was astounded that it had been well over five years and she still didn't get the hint that he wasn't interested in her the way that she wanted.

"Oh c'mon, it'll only take a second!" she urged, stepping closer and closer into his personal space. Her hand reached out again to touch his ear, clammy and cold and not a pleasant feeling.

Before he had the chance to fight her off again, another voice slithered in and cut their tension,

"Pardon my interrupting," it was as though Eva had appeared out of thin air, her arms crossed over her chest and her dark blue eyes staring down both Thea and Remington.

Remington swiftly batted Thea's hand away, panic swelling in his gut, "Eva! It's not what --"

"Sh!" she held up a finger, moving to step between her boyfriend and the pushy model, "Thank you for your help, Thea, but I can take it from here," she assured, "You can move along, now,"

Thea scoffed, "You're the one who can move along, sweetheart. I was having a private conversation,"

"With my boyfriend," Eva pointed out, "Who -- seems to me, anyway -- made it very clear to you that he didn't want you to touch him,"

"But --"

"So I'm going to take him and get him cleaned up. And you can go and do... something else," she shrugged, smiling as politely and stiffly as Pan Am flight attendant, "Thanks for looking out for him, however,"

Thea's lips popped open, either from the shock of being talked back to like that or she was trying to muster up some cocky come back. Needless to say, Eva was smug as she stormed off in a huff. Remington meanwhile was still when Eva turned to meet his gaze. He wasn't sure why he was so nervous, but he'd seen Eva be confrontational enough to know that he wasn't eager to be on the receiving end on one of her tell-offs.

"Eva --" she cut him off when she smiled up at him, chuckling to herself when she finally acknowledged his bleeding ear.

"Is this what everyone was yelling about over there?" she asked incredulously, "I didn't know you wanted to pierce your ears,"

Remington was paused momentarily, mustering up his voice while trying to calm his fluttering chest, "I didn't. Caity just talked me into it. How does it look?"

Eva wasn't an expert on piercings my any means; she only had two herself. Though she had gone with enough friends to Claire's to get an idea of what ear piercing entailed.

"It'll be okay. C'mon, we better clean that,"

Remington sat on the toilet (lid down) as Eva ran the cold water and wadded up some tissue. The door was shut and effectively blotting out the other guests and pulsating music. He continued to pinch his lobe, now slippery and sticky from the ooze and it overall wasn't a very pleasant feeling.

"Did it hurt much?" she asked.

"Not really," he shrugged back, "Liquid courage definitely helped, though,"

"Well, you know if you wanted to get your ears pierced we could've just gone to Claire's. You get a free jab with a starter kit," she mentioned, crouching down so she could clean the ear.

Remington chuckled at the notion, inhaling sharply at the cold sensation that rippled down his neck and spine, "You're not upset with me, right?" he asked timidly.

Eva withdrew the tissue, seemingly perplexed by his question, "Why should I be upset with you? This isn't the craziest thing you've done, and I doubt it'll get infected --"

"Not the piercing. Thea," he replied, "I didn't know she was gonna be here tonight, I should've told you about her,"

She moved her hands to his lap, rubbing his knee reassuringly. He was staring at her like a puppy that had just been scolded, even mid-sulk he was easily the cutest person she had ever known.

"Thea," the name rolled off of her tongue with a edge of bitterness, "It's funny, I thought I left girls like her behind in high school. I guess it's true what they say, though," she reached up to clean the piercing again, "We never do grow up,"

"Eva, I'm --" Remington took her hand down, holding it tightly.

"Do you like her?" she asked suddenly, "Just in general, do you like her?"

He shook his head quickly, "No. She's so fucking self-absorbed and whiny. And clearly obsessive," he replied.

"Did you ever feel anything for her?" she asked.

He breathed in slowly that time, "Once, barely a fleeting thing, though,"

"And do you ever think about her outside of when you see her?" this time she squeezed his hand, staring up at him with those big doe eyes that made his heart swell every time.

"I don't have the time because I'm too busy being obsessed with you," he smiled with a false air of smugness.

Eva smiled too, genuinely however, "Then why are you getting ready to apologize for something that you didn't do wrong?"

"Because I do all the time," he huffed in a fit of pity, "I never want you to get the wrong idea and lose trust in me. That shit's my worst fucking nightmare,"

"Rem, I came out with you in a little black dress, mingling with a bunch of strangers I don't know while we're smack in the middle of Rona. I wouldn't do that if I didn't trust you," she explained, "I trust you regardless of where we are or what stuffy wannabe models try to flirt with you. It's my bed you sleep in, anyway,"

He simpered, pushing some of her loose hair behind her ear. His fingers trailed and traced the line of her jaw, basking in how soft and warm her skin was, "Your bed is really comfy," he pointed out.

"Even more so when you're in it," she dabbed at his ear a couple more times before standing and discarding the tissue, "You want to see it?"

Remington stood up, reaching across the bathroom counter and studying his new piercing with intrigue. It still throbbed from the after pain, and God only knew he would probably feel it more in the morning. However he had to admit, it didn't look too bad.

"What do you think?" he turned to Eva. She leaned back against the edge of the counter, eyeing the subtle puncture while shamelessly ogling the rest of him.

"Sweetheart, you can pull off literally anything," she replied, dropping her voice into an almost whisper, "It's kinda hot,"

His gaze shifted from the mirror to her reflection, her sweet and. sultry body outlined in that silky, velvety dress that he could probably tear right off of her in one fell swoop.

"Speak for yourself," he took hold of her hips, fingernails scratchy at the soft velvet, "I didn't know you could be so possessive -- especially over me,"

Her lips curved to match his smirk as she reached out with her right hand, her fingers slid up the smooth lapels of his jacket until they met bare skin. She felt him shudder through her touch, and like a switch had been flipped the color had disappeared from his eyes. The scolded puppy was gone and a lustful predator stood in his place.

"Well, I don't appreciate people trying to take what's mine..." her voice was barely above a whisper.

Remington chuckled gleefully, his spiced cologne flooding her senses as he came down to whisper in her ear, "Aren't you the one who told me that I belong to myself?"

"Absolutely," her left hand traveled a different path, coming down to palm him through his slacks, "This is reserved just for me, though,"

Remington's only rational response was to reach out and lock the bathroom door.

And that was how they'd found themselves here...

Like a claw lock his hands gripped her hips, holding her against him as she sat up on the sink counter top. Her once-cold hands were warmed up under the thin material of his suit jacket, pleased and exhilarated that Remington chose not to wear a shirt underneath. He was so close to her, consuming her every sensory receptor and yet she couldn’t enjoy him fully. How easy it would be to unwrap him from his jacket and slacks, and yet Eva had to wait like an impatient child to get her presents on Christmas. Her only reprieve was rocking against him gently, grinding her hips into his. And from the way he clutched and pawed at her, Remington was restless. On the one hand, he enjoyed teasing her relentlessly; on the other, all he wanted was to take her hard and fast against the bathroom counter.

Caity would fucking kill him if she ever…

Though all thoughts of pause and rational action were scarce to them both. Eva clung desperately to him, her head tossed back as he tasted the sweet salt of her neck with his tongue, soothing the love bites with gentle kisses that made her heart flutter and her stomach coil. His right hand slid under the soft velvet of her dress hem, crawling higher and higher up her thigh until he could stroke over the wet spot of her panties. When she shuddered against him, his smile mirrored that of a smug demon, bending her to his will with hardly a touch.

Just behind her, a long bathroom mirror reflected back their image in what little light was available to them. Remington stole glances between kisses, his dark brown eyes glued to the curve and ripple of her spine, mesmerized by her hair swaying briskly from side to side. He couldn’t bear to tear his gaze away from the mirror, watching her undulate beneath him was the most mesmerizing thing.

"Fuck... you're so pretty," he whispered coarsely against her ear.

His attention refocused on the fingers pulling at his clothes. First it was his jacket being unbuttoned, then it was his belt. He could feel her touch magnified, slathering and stroking him and ultimately undoing his pants. He loved when Eva became needy, watching her sweetness slip away in favor of desperation drove him wild. Her fingers were cold to the touch yet blended so deliciously against his warm skin, and his breath caught when she grasped him.

Eva suppressed a cunning grin, slowly moving her hand up and down. She circled his head with her thumb, Remington bit down on his lip so hard Eva feared momentarily he may draw blood. His eyes fluttered closed, his head falling forward in pleasure; they both giggled as he almost knocked into her.

Remington pulled back from her neck, glaring up at her hungrily. He yanked her in for a quick kiss as his hand slid around to pull at the dress zipper. He was in awe when he found she wasn't wearing a bra. Remington ran his thumb over her left nipple, the sensation of cold hands against burning flesh made her shiver. He latched his mouth around her right nipple, sucking and swirling his tongue around the bud before pulling away with a pop.

Eva never let go of his cock once, fumbling her rhythm but she stayed determined to get him off.

The music continued to pulsate outside, voices echoed and carried and there was always the fleeting fear that someone may try to open the door, or Caity or Hayden may have come along and demanded to be let in, so they stayed as quiet as they possibly could in their circumstance. Nevertheless, the thrill far outweighed the crime.

Without uttering a word, Remington stilled Eva's hand, instead working hastily to rid her of her panties. Eva bit down on her lip to suppress the gasp that echoed when he pulled her closer to the counter's edge. He pushed his swollen tip against her pussy. She moaned softly, now pressing her lips together. Remington pushed further into her, thrusting in and out during the process. Eva bit her lip as he pushed further and further, sweaty and relieved exhales leaving them both when he began to fuck her.

He grunted softly when he felt how tight she was, "You okay, baby?" he gripped her hips for better leverage. Eva's eyes began to water from the sensations, every nerve with her body was hot and needy.

"Yes," she nodded swiftly, one hand clutching the counter edge while she stayed clung to him, "Please, Rem,"

"Ah, ah! Don't make a sound," he teased, "Imagine if Thea could hear you right now," he laughed when she punched his bicep.

"Maybe she should," she whimpered, "Listen to how I make you fucking come for me,"

His hips snapped faster and faster, rubbing deliciously inside of Eva. Remington was going to come any minute, and judging by her heavy eyes and stifled moans, Eva wasn't far behind.

"I love when you talk like that," he grunted, shuddering and shaking as he spilled inside of her. And she came not long after, burying her face in his neck to muffle her lustful cries.

They settled down together, the bathroom was still and silent, minus their exhausted panting. Eva sat back on the counter, reaching to push Remington's hair off of his sweat-slick forehead. His lips turned up into a blissed-out smirk, he felt deliciously satiated paired with a rippling sense of pride. He had made a mess of Eva yet again, and yet every time he loved watching her slowly regain her senses. She was a sight to behold; her dress was hanging off of her shoulders, her lipstick kissed away to a faint tint and her dark blue eyes heavy.

He took her in his arms, laying kisses from her jaw and up to her forehead, whispering darkly in between, "Mine,"

Eva whined sweetly as she kissed him, following with a keen grin and a sudden, but brief, lick to his cheek.

"Hey!" he turned his head, giggling like a child, "What was that?"

"I'm laying claim," she decided, "You know the sentiment: I licked it so it's mine?"

He laughed harder, pulling her in to kiss her again, "May I?"

Eva chuckled bashfully, tilting her head back, "You may,"

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HELLO CC FANDOM!!

A few folks and I over on one of the Criminal Case Discord Servers have been brainstorming a CC AU concept! We call it WildSide!CC (Or WS!CC, CC:WS, etc.), and it essentially involves various characters re-imagined as animal-people, set in a universe where humans have a few animal-like features (Like how catboys have tails and ears I guess?). Here's what we came up with:

Characters:

We only have a few characters so far, so bear (lol) with us!

(Season 1)

Nathan - Snow leopard, people just refer to him as a catboy though, which he doesn't really mind

Jones - Husky-Golden Retriever mix

Grace - Red Fox

Alex - Avian, specifically a Blue Jay

Ramírez - Honey Badger

Cathy - Axolotl

Tony - Tiger (no pun intended)

Chief King - Lion

Ginger - Secretary bird

Alden - Andean Cock-Of-The-Rock (🫵😂)

(Season 2)

Amy - Penguin

Frank - Brown Bear

Karen - White Peacock

Yann - Lobster

Roxie - Parrot

Hannah - Ram

Russell - Spider

Andrea - Panther

(Season 5)

Zoe - Shima Enaga

Martine - Lynx

Some helpful tips!

It's typically a little frowned upon to ask people (especially dogfolk) what "breed" they are. If they're open about it, they'll tell you. Otherwise it's kind of intrusive to ask.

No, catnip is not like weed for cats. Still, felinefolk with the gene that makes them respond to catnip are advised against using it in professional settings.

There are insect-people! The most common are beetlefolk.

Feral (normal) animals still exist, and are owned as pets. It's nothing weird to them.

Bird people have wings, though they’re not very useful: they’re there for warmth, or cosmetic purposes.

People who are "bigger" birds like eagles, vultures etc. can, with great effort, hover above ground for a few seconds but that's about it.

Mythical animals are allowed! Dragons, unicorns, etc.

Meowing at catfolk is seen as strange. Think of it as if you cooed at a grown adult.

Avians still molt! Some bird-parents like to keep the feathers they shed in “feather albums”.

Bird-people have bird-like feet but they're not as thin as regular bird’s. Same thickness as a human’s, but they have all the scales that birds do.

As babies, arachnids do have these sort of pseudo-limbs accompanying their actual human arms. These limbs are very spider-like, but they shed them after a while. It’s a little bit of a gross process, as they fall off like teeth, but it's better to let them shed these "legs", as taking them off manually is painful and can result in scarring if done too early.

OCs are allowed and encouraged! Be it you make a character for this AU specifically or take a fan character you already had and make them fit into the AU, that's completely fine! also please tag me if you do I'd love to see it

And, finally:

While this is, technically, a CC:WS "masterpost," don't take this as an end-all-be-all! If you want to add your own canon, switch up your favorite character's species, or divert from what we've stated here in any way, feel free! No hard limit, no rules other than to have fun :D

(big big shoutout to @transgnderflag for helping with species hcs AND organizing our brainstorms into a neat lil list!! :3)

[jules-has-notes]

behind the scenes of Camp A Cappella 2016 with VoicePlay

One of VoicePlay's favorite parts of being performers is working with other performers. In particular, they love doing educational outreach with students. So when the organizers of Camp A Capella asked them to be the featured artists for the summer of 2016, they jumped at the chance. Working with hundreds of middle schoolers, high schoolers, collegiate singers, eager adults, full-time music educators, and their fellow professionals sounded like an awesome time.

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A couple weeks in advance, the guys let non-campers know that there was an opportunity to appear in the music video they would be filming with the kids. Footage from the concert that would be part of the production process was open to the general public.

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Day 1

Once they settled in, they headed out for dinner at a local Tex-Mex place with the staff. They were reunited with many members of their Sing-Off family, and other friends:

Deke Sharon — Camp co-founder; CASA / CARA founder; prolific vocal arranger; Sing-Off competition & tour music director

Chris Diaz — solo delivery vocal instructor; bass from The Exchange (Sing-Off season 5, 2015 Sing-Off tour)

Rachel Chalhoub — running & teaching video production; beatboxer from Element (Sing-Off season 4)

Tony Huerta — running & teaching live audio production; proprietor of Sonic Audio studio; beatboxer from Urban Method (Sing-Off season 3); sound engineer for 2015 Sing-Off tour

Richard Steighner — vocal percussion instructor; beatboxer from Street Corner Symphony (Sing-Off season 2, 2015 Sing-Off tour); alumnus of Eleventh Hour

Drew Wheaton — barbershop instructor; tenor from Forefront barbershop quartet (opened for the streamed 2015 Sing-Off tour show in Louisville, KY)

Hannah Juliano — solo delivery vocal instructor; mezzo & director for Berklee College's Pitch Slapped (Sing-Off season 2); mezzo from Delilah (Sing-Off season 3); mezzo & asst. music director from Vocalosity; frequent VoicePlay arrangement collaborator

Brody McDonald — Camp co-founder; director of Eleventh Hour; director of Kettering National A Cappella Festival

Eleventh Hour — host group for Kettering National A Cappella Festival; opened for 2015 Sing-Off tour in Troy, OH & VoicePlay's show in Dayton, OH the previous year

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Day 2

The guys were maybe a little excited.

The first session of the morning was spent rehearsing with the campers to help them learn their parts, and then recording their backing vocals for inclusion in the final "Don't Stop Believin'" video.

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They also recorded the portions of the video where the campers and VoicePlay enter the big open atrium space and gather in a big cluster while they sing.

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Before the concert, they gathered to rehearse a little more, and went over the plan for the portion of that evening's show that would be recorded for the music video, with Deke providing a gentle reminder for the campers to be mindful of the other audience members even as they were having fun singing for the cameras.

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And then it was showtime!

The guys put on their usual fun performance, with an added break to get plenty of footage for the eventual music video.

VoicePlay in concert at Camp A Cappella — photos by John D., VoicePlay, & Deke Sharon

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After the concert, the guys did their customary meet & greet session.

Vintage Mix, a barbershop quartet comprised of fraternal quadruplets, performed for the guys during their turn in line.

Layne made sure to give a shoutout to the Fillies, who had headlined the year before.

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The camp staff compiled a highlight reel for each day, and this one has quite a lot of footage that also ended up in the finished music video.

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Final note / plea: Eli was fairly active on VP's Periscope account during their time at Camp, but I failed to download those videos before Twitter wiped the public-facing servers. If anyone has copies, or knows where they can still be accessed, please feel free to add that info yourself or let me know.