#stop bullying Marcia

[sexynetra]

I miss Marcia on instagram so bad I am going to personally set fire to the houses of all the people who chased them off the app 😔

[walmartbrandwhatever]

I’ve never done one of these asks before so I’m not too sure I’m doing it right. But, I have been thinking about your figure skating au non friggin stop because it’s just so adorable and it got me thinking…. What if Marcia had a series of bad teachers and that is why she’s so hard on herself about figure skating? Like all her old teachers just treated her horribly and it made her just feel terrible and want to quit, but she also didn’t want to quit because she loved skating! She just hated how she was being treated. And she didn’t know that it was wrong for her to be treated like that. She knew that when you get into a sport you have to put in effort, you have to be able to take criticism, and you have to be strong, and you cannot be a “crybaby” about everything! So she just pushed through. She just wanted to be good at something 😕. Marcia just assumed that the teachers knew best because, well they’re teachers and she’s the student, and that she should listen (even if they were not TEACHING, instead, they were BULLYING A CHILD)! Now she just feels like she has to do good, she has to be good, or all that training, all that working till she was sore and exhausted and sick, was for absolutely nothing. She has to be good or it will all go to waste and she will never amount to anything else! Because what else can she learn at 16?? Most careers like dance, figure skating, gymnastics—all that stuff ends when a woman turns 30 (most of the times even younger)! So she feels like there wouldn’t even be a point. So she’d just be stuck. With some boring job in the future that is not something she enjoys like figure skating! (I feel like she would always worry about her future and how her career would BE in the future). I’m kinda getting off track lol. I know firsthand what this is like to get bullied by a teacher and it SUCKSSSS. Anyways I hope this is okay and if it’s not then I am so, so sorry! There’s like not any implied rules about this app which I get, it’s an app, it would be kinda silly to have such strict rules about everything. BUT IT IS NERVE WRACKING NOT KNOWING WHAT I’M ALLOWED TO DO WITHOUT IT BEING INSENSITIVE.

GOD YOU GET IT. Like imagine hard teachers ON TOP OF Trip who is working their asses off and yelling at Marcia everytime they mess up 😔. Marcia always just wanting to be good enough in every universe lives rent free in my head unfortunately. Like she pushes and pushes until she physically can't anymore because sports are supposed to be a challenge right?

Also it's so cannon to me that Marcia struggles with anxiety so her constantly worrying about getting somewhere in life and not just being another blank face to the world is so important to me. Like maybe I'm projecting a little but she doesn't want to be nothing, she wants someone to know who she is so she works so hard to improve only to be told she's not good enough and that she needs to try hard.

Her meeting two-bit being the light that shines a light on the mistreatment she faces. Like him watching her practice and him finally hearing and realizing why she beats herself up over the littest things. Like two-bit literally being so gagged he has to go and talk to soda and see if he's crazy or not. Soda in turns goes and is like talking to cherry basically saying how insane it was only for cherry to shove it off as normal because unfortunately she's had her fair share of rough teachers before landing with the one she has now. Soda having to shut that down so quickly being like "uh no actually that's not okay??? Cherry please know that's not okay" ughh. I fear I could talk about this for hours. I still can't stop thinking about two becoming a therapist for people in sports like ugh. All of the stuff he sees with marcia and darry making him realize how much was wrong in the industry and him wanting to help change it.

GUYS IM SO SICK. This au has taken over my life I fear.

[batmanfruitloops]

It's Hatter time with today's rogue, Jervis Tetch!

Jervis was always interested in Alice in Wonderland from the moment he saw the movie and read it. It was just so fun, and free, and colorful. He would often daydream and loved to craft, especially baking desserts, tailoring, and hat making.

His parent's, however, were not so fond of these frivolous activities. None of this time wasting actions would lead to anything, nor were they befitting of the Tetch name. Anything Jervis expressed an interest in, they almost always shut down, or turned into something that they preferred. Jervis wanted to play the flute? The piano was better suited. Jervis wanted a pet cat? They would make a mess and there's no way he'd be competent enough to take care of them. If Jervis ever wore any of the suits or hats he made, his parents would make him change, and remark on how ridiculous they looked.

Along with all these comments about Jervis as a person, they insulted him physically. Jervis was always a chubby person, and there's nothing wrong with that. He was perfectly healthy, but they made him feel like he wasn't. They cut how much he could eat and made him wear clothes that weren't really big enough. This made Jervis stress about eating at all, and stop eating almost anything at all. Or he'd feel very guilty after eating until his stomach actually felt full.

Not only did Jervis' parents treat him like that when they were present, more often than not, they left Jervis alone to do his homework and practice piano. It's also this behavior that led to Jervis developing his accent, as he got it from watching British programs. But it sounds so convincing that everyone would just assume he traveled to the UK for a while.

School wasn't much better, as Jervis was bullied there for his appearance and lack of mental presence (as in paying attention to what teachers or students were saying - I'm not sure if there's a better term for that). Jervis never ate at school, and was alone when he wasn't being harassed or beat up. Being as he was attending Gotham's school for wealthy families, there was also a sense of elitism and was forced upon him. No matter how talented and intelligent he was, it didn't really matter to him. Jervis also got used to being called "Jarvis" instead. He just stopped correcting them, considering they kept calling him "Jarvis" even when he did.

By the time Jervis is in high school, he'd have pretty much accepted the fate that his parents had assigned to him. Letting his parents showboat him at parties, and tell him what classes and career he should start working towards. If he didn't have to actively participate in a conversation, he'd go back to daydreaming. It was much nicer there. He'd have developed Maladaptive Daydreaming by this point, and he'd only continue to get deeper into his daydreams when he wasn't conversing with other people.

Becoming a neurologist wasn't a job Jervis had dreamt of, but it wasn't the worst, considering the options his parents would approve of. He had the skills to do so, and the brain is quite the fascinating thing, really. Jervis did good work, but it was apparent that his boss, Marcia Cates, did not like him and scrutinized what he got done. This made him anxious, and so he often hid the projects he was truly invested in, his mind control devices being the biggest one.

Jervis's co-workers also had a bad habit of handing off work that they didn't want to do, like papers related to their progress, since they knew he was too nice to refuse. Jervis also had a personal candy dish in his office, which they frequently stole from, often leaving him confused as to how he ate them all so fast.

Of all the people he worked with though, Alice was amazing. She worked the front desk and was very nice. She also enjoyed Alice in Wonderland and so the two were able to bond over that in no time at all.

Another bigger alteration to this version of Alice is that she's autistic, and makes sure that people are aware. Her family loves her very much and accommodate her well, if not a little too overbearing. They meant well, but they ended up sheltering her a lot, so she missed out on learning how to read certain social ques, and they never let her know if anyone even had a passing rude thought about her. To be clear, it's not as if Alice thinks she's untouchable because of this, she just genuinely can't tell when someone is being mean to her, unless it was blatantly stated. Otherwise she'd assume they didn't mean to hurt her feelings. I'm not sure if I'm properly articulating what I mean.

That said, a lot of their co-workers treat Alice and Jervis as strange, although they'd still act nicer to Alice since Jervis is easier to pick on, unfortunately. Because of this though, Alice and Jervis would be good at standing up for one another if someone was rude, and not letting the other talk themselves out of feeling bad about something, just because it seems like it shouldn't bother them. Alice would also have noticed that Jervis rarely ate, whether it was a done of purpose or out of forgetfulness on a given day, and bring him food at lunch.

And in line with BTAS, Jervis starts to develop a crush on Alice. He wouldn't know how else to describe how he felt about her, and based on comments Alice would make about her boyfriend, Billy, he didn't seem like the nicest guy. He wouldn't try and get them to break up, but when Alice comes sobbing to him that they've broken up, Jervis does his best to comfort her.

With Alice no longer in a relationship, Jervis asks her on an outing. Jervis means it as a date, romantically, but Alice assumes it just a regular outing to cheer her up. During their date, it's all going fine until Jervis makes a comment that makes Alice confused, so she asks for clarification.

Oops, they both misunderstood. Jervis would be hurt, but he wouldn't blame Alice for that. The incident still adds to Jervis finally having a breakdown, leading to him deciding to become the Mad Hatter. With his mind control, he can fix things. It doesn't have to stay a mess anymore. Finally, things can be like the Wonderland he's always dreamed of.

-Sarsee

[theghostofloganroy]

Some Logan head canons that add absolutely nothing to the story

Wanted to be an ornithologist in his younger years but was bullied into working for the family firm by his Uncle.

Remembered weird obscure facts about his children such as Connor being born with a conehead or how Shiv liked being held like a rugby ball when she was a baby or how Kendall used to whistle in his sleep or how Roman went through a phase of only wearing wellington boots when he was two.

Was outspoken against the Vietnam War, saw it as completely pointless and called his brother an idiot for signing up

Had a shit immune system, he’d catch anything.

Had to watch at least two hours of tv before going to bed (he would have been an iPad kid)

Used to hate drinking water and would only drink coke or coffee before Marcia put a stop to it and made him like (tolerate it) honestly the fact he he even made it beyond eighty was largely thanks to her.

He would never admit it but he liked being the little spoon in bed.

[bubblegum-meangirls1234]

Facts about greta keene

Her favorite color is pink,blue and red

Her favorite animal is a bunny and a cat

She lives on the rich side of derry

Her mom moved away and didn’t take Greta. So it’s only her dad and Greta

Her favorite idol is David bowie

She used to have a Crush on Henry bowers

Her friends are sally and Marcia,but she’s closer with Marcia

She questions her sexuality a lot (canon)

She bullies Beverly and calls her a pick me and slut beacuse Beverly ONLY hangs out with guys and she finds that annoying

Sally nickname for greta is loni (1990)

Greta perms her hair once a month but she stopped because she was to lazy ☝️🙄

Out of the bowers gang she would always hang out with Victor beacuse he was sweet and a lover boy 🫶🏾🙂

Her favorite bubble gum flavor is strawberry and watermelon

Her favorite model is Marilyn Monroe 

She had a friend named Sophia that died in a car crash back in second grade

She hates working with her dad 

She was so drunk she kissed Eddie on the cheek one time. (He liked it but didn’t look at her the same and she was embarrassed)

Greta. Sally and Marcia jumped a girl name Ronnie beacuse she was talking to Sally’s boyfriend

Her favorite perfume is chanel

She wanted to date this guy name cayden but he was dating a girl name lilo,Greta was sad and also got her revenge.(greta and Marcia Burned her knees and pour Lake water on her) 🙁🫤

She use to smoke cigarettes so she can stay young🤮

She found a snake And put it in richies backpack

Her favorite subject is Science and Sex ed

She beated up bev so bad she had to go to the ER :(

Her birthday is august 7th 1988

She lost her V card at 16

She’s a B and a A student suprisly

She’s a girly girl

[jadenightthewriter]

In their defence they may be stupid but marcellus is a) traumatised and b) a child. Idk what marcias excuse is tho 😔 in the esmerelda version she is also so so traumatised and has barely had time to recover from althers death before ending up with a baby for a second time except this time she can't dump it on someone else 😔😔😔 (the bit where she goes to the heaps in that version is So funny,, she shows up like um. Haha hi uhhh help. And she has a teenage boy with her and also a baby (identical to baby #1 silas got handed) and silas is like marcia wtf. Marcia why is there a baby who looks exactly the same as the one u gave me before. Marcia where r these babies coming from)

Honestly I think real au esmerelda probably had it better than canon esmerelda?? Like in canon everyone had caught on that etheldredda was killing her kids and tried to protect her, in this au etheldredda isn't even killing just the princesses she also killed her son who wasn't a threat at all and everyone is so on guard abt it. Esmerelda is never ever left alone w etheldredda not even once and all the palace staff r so careful abt it

YEAH <3333 septimus and marcellus get along So well here,,, septimus is having some kind of panic attack at one point and marcellus is like look i get it- and seps like LITERALLY NO U DON'T. And marcellus goes haha. Lmao. And then there r explanations (once sep is not actively crying on the floor) and septimus latches onto marcellus as his new favourite person (equal to marcia) and also septimus gets twice the amount of hugs and its all very sweet and nice <3 also I'm assigning marcias rooms another bedroom so marcellus can also stay there 😌 they may already have one?? I think it's mentioned in thm somewhere??? But. I'm putting it properly in the story this time <3 marcellus is staying in the tower while all his alchemy stuff is under construction and marcia HATES it bc he can spot when she's not sleeping and literally pick her up and put her into the bed and it's the WORST and sometimes he makes food and then she has to actually stop what she's doing to eat it and it's awful 😔😔 (<-she's doing better physically and mentally than canon marcia tho so). He's also very much a shoulder to cry on abt dn1 related stuff so literally this marcia is like canon marcia but 100% less. Lonely and sad.

Anyway I got off track,, yeah septimus and marcellus bond over being two guys with the same variety of trauma and both marcia and marcellus r able to help him more in this au than in canon bc they have. Experience. Does it help septimus that much?? Short term kind of long term definitely. Marcellus to septimus is like a kind of cool uncle/sort of dad figure,, they hang out when neither of them have smth else to be doing (sometimes when they do) and marcellus teaches him abt alchemy and marcias like wow marcellus :/ I can't believe you'd steal my apprentice :// that's so rude and mean 😔😔 and he's like lmao <3 and keeps teaching septimus stuff. Also marcellus does eventually tell more ppl abt his Actual backstory and jennas like WAIT WE'RE RELATED????? and decides he's cool actually now that she can bully sep abt how that's her great uncle 🥺 how could he steal him from her like this 🥺🥺🥺

This ask is so long abdhdbdjd rip and uhh. Well i have Plans for a fic but I think we all know what happens when I have a plan for a fic (<-it never ever gets written) so PLEASE write smth if u want to i will love it forever and ever and ever <3333

Consider: I would call them stupid even without the trauma, hence they have exactly 0 excuses sorry babies I love you but no

I bet Silas thinks Marcia did something stupid and kidnapped them all which is,,, aha not exactly wrong?? But it's not like she's going to admit that. (side note i feel like marcellus and silas probably get along shockingly well and marcia is Upset about this she's been betrayed how could you marcellus)

hmm.... that's a good point about esmerelda. I think mentally it might be harder for her though, because there might be lots of people who love her but i feel like there wouldn't be many who would try to get super close, because she's still royalty. i think septimus should accidentally trip and fall through one of marcellus's silly experiments and meet esmerelda and maybe be her friend for a bit.

ngl marcia sounds like a cat here i love this. do you think sep and marcellus (help i need to shorten his name i can't keep typing it T^T) scheme to like,, trick her into doing things they want. i bet they do like pspsps marcia look here. (i bet marcia and marcellus fight over how much alchemy and magyk stuff they're allowed to leave lying around. their rooms look pretty much exactly the same because they both hoard so many things except marcia's has like 2% more purple. relatedly i bet their horrible sense of fashion has infected the other.)

marcia and marcellus working together is probably the best possible thing to happen for sep it's like,,, someone understands almost all of what happened to him, there's always someone to talk to, there's someone to be responsible and someone to be irresponsible, he gets all the good things he deserves <3333

i think the jenna sep marcellus dynamic would be so funny idk how much an age difference they have (depending on AU version i would guess 10-15?) but they probably have the same sort of influence from marcia and all love to make fun of each other. they probably wear purple a lot and don't notice until silas points it out lmao and then make a point to see who can wear the most outlandish purple thing until marcia yells at them.

bestie same 😭😭 i can't promise anything (fuck you, school) but i have so many ideas i'm serious when i tell you this au is one of the best things i've learned of in months

[howtoshibainu123]

For context:

This is Marcia Burroughs, gay lookin' ass

This is Rebecca Rose Vincent Moon, Marcy's uhh... g a l p a l

And this is Jake Rosevelt Bien, he's a skinwalker(a shapeshifter witch) and he trans :)👍

Uhm...hm...I wonder why is Marcy so upse-

In the middle is Katelynn Rosetta, She has daddy issu-

On the right is Jessica Rosalind Meller, basic bitch

And on the left is Sarah Roseann Tovah, pure soul, wouldn't hurt a fly, if you see her eating a cinnamon roll stop her that's cannibalism

These are the great witches Agnes and Celeste, sisters and both traumatized. Agnes teaches Marcy, Celeste teaches Becky, both sassy bitches

This is Gregory Vincent, Becky's brother

This is Jennifer Poppy, Marcy's bully-

Oh ....

Dw she deserves it

Bonus boi you haven't seen

Gabriel Darkcurse, Becky's ex, he's like... a vampire or smth idk

He was an asshole

He gets a redemption arc

Becky still won't take him back(I wonder why?🤔)(maybe bcuz he looks like Wilbur Soo-)

There's also Jasmine, but i don't have a pic of them :(, they are like a half-demon genderqueer and they are kinda like kofi from chikn nuggit

There's also more characters and lore but we would be here all day

But the most important blorbo, my child, my scrimblo, Nymph (or Jellow)

This is like one of the forms they can take

They/it

Yes it is that big

It is literally just made of ocean water...

But they are my child and u can't do shit about it >:[ (or rather it is technically Marcy and Becky's child)

They are ageless, immortal unless the "heart" gets utterly destroyed, or one or both Marcy and Becky die

They were "accidentally" born by Marcy, by using witch powers and the powerful bond between her and Becky, which was like inside her locket(bitch I can't see any locket at Marcy or Becky why you lying)(i forgor to draw 'em shut up)

There you go you happy?(+bonus friendship bracelets for the bootleg heathers)

Why did Marcy create this absolute of a blorbo? Uhh... because lore

Do u want to hear about the complex lore i have for them :D?

Guys would y'all care to see my ocs

My blorbos

The ones that keep rotting my brain by their existence

My children

They're all i think about

Would you love them

Like i do?

If you do i'll send more >:)

[septimus-heap]

Silas who used to babysit young Marcia is honestly my favourite hc like what could be funnier

[pigeonwhumps]

Adult rescue AU #1

Cian and Row masterlist

This was meant to be published on the 13th for AUgust: Reboot/Fresh Start, but I was too busy to finish it so it's late.

Anyway.

This is an AU where Cian and Rowan don't meet until they're both adults, and Leo and Marcia go back to rescuing powered people from slavery after Cian's grown up. Rowan's in their early 20s here, and Cian around 25.

Also, since I mostly started this AU so I could write more of the Leaches and Cian/Rowan's captivity and this piece has none of that, I'll continue it for a bit.

This is a week or two after Rowan and Cian have been rescued from the Leaches and taken to hospital.

1.8k words

CWs: Hospital setting, past slavery, past abuse, past kidnapping, beating, mentioned restraints, recovery, homelessness, mute whumpee

A leanbh is an Irish term of endearment, pronounced uh LAN-uv

Leo's lost in thought as he approaches the hospital steps, rucksack containing a few things for his son slung over one shoulder. He hopes Cian's awake today. Nobody's sure whether his leg will heal properly, but if it does they have one other person to thank.

The Leaches' enslaved healer. Well, formerly enslaved, now the Leaches have been arrested.

God, he doesn't even know their name. Cian might've died without their care and he doesn't even know who they are.

Leo's jerked out of his thoughts by a cruel laugh and he stops, following the noise to a tree in the park opposite the hospital. A group of teenagers are looking down at something. One of them moves slightly and the others laugh again.

"Aww, the demon's scared," taunts someone.

Leo crosses the road briskly. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

They turn immediately at his stern voice, postures defensive and scowls on their faces. "Nothing to do with you," says a thickset white boy who's clearly the ringleader. "Why don't you just get on with your walk, old man?"

"Not until you get away from whoever you're hurting."

"Oh? And what are you going to do to us?"

Leo draws himself up to his full six feet, cracking his knuckles, and it's almost comical how quickly the gang pale. "Leave. Now. If you know what's good for you."

"Alright, alright, man. We're going. No need to threaten us like that." Leo just raises an eyebrow, watching them run off until they disappear around the corner.

Rich white bullies trying to seem tough. These aren't the first he's come across during Cian's stay in hospital, this area seems full of them. He sighs heavily, before turning to the person pressed against the tree trunk. Their eyes crack open at Leo's approach, one rapidly swelling. They don't look well, their wan skin and shivering made more apparent by the thin hospital pyjamas and bright red slipper socks.

"Hey. Are you okay? You don't look very well." They blink, eyes filling with fear, and Leo suddenly recognises them. Unevenly shaved head, bright red eyes, missing finger on the left hand. Scarred and bruised. It's the young slave Cian was rescued with.

"You came into hospital with my son, didn't you? His name's Cian. Cian Sinclair." They nod, recognition on their face now. "I won't hurt you, I promise. Do you have anywhere to go?" He thinks he knows the answer to that one, and sure enough, they shake their head. "Okay. Would you like to come and stay with my wife and I for a while? Cian too, probably. Because you can't stay out here, you'll get sick. I think you already are." They nod, and Leo smiles, shrugging off his jacket and draping it over the youngster's thin shoulders. "That should be a bit warmer. I'm going to visit Cian now, that's actually where I was heading when I found you here, you should come with me. And then after that, I guess we'll see what happens." He reaches out a hand to help them up and they flinch away, scrambling to their feet, a green plastic bag clutched to their chest.

Leo frowns at it but doesn't say anything. It must be their discharge bag. Why anyone would discharge them in this state, ill, with nowhere to go and very clear trauma (they came in with a goddamn collar on, for god's sake), he doesn't understand. It looks like they haven't even opened the bag. Do they know they need to?

Well. They can deal with that once they're inside. Leo wants to visit his son.

"Right then. Let's go. Do you want to hold my hand?" Leo holds it out slightly and the youngster hesitates for a moment before unfolding one arm and taking it, glancing up at him nervously. He squeezes their hand gently, drawing on all the training he's received over the years.

"That's right. You're okay, that's good... Do you have a name?" They shake their head. "Okay. You'll need one, but that's okay. Can you speak?" They hesitate, then shake their head again, looking fearful. Okay. So it looks like they're too scared to, not that they physically can't. "Not to worry. Just– woah!" Leo pulls them back as a car honks, swerving around where the youngster just walked into the road. "Jesus, kid."

Leo feels a tug on his hand and looks round to see them stretching their free hand out towards him, palm up, almost as if in supplication, knees starting to buckle.

Leo picks up their fallen bag and looks at them carefully. Whatever they're waiting for Leo to do, it scares them. He takes their proferred hand gently.

"I'm not sure what it is you want me to do, but I won't hurt you. I promise. I was just stopping you from getting run over. You can't walk out into the road without looking. But it wasn't deliberate, you didn't know, and I won't punish you for it. Okay?" They nod. "Excellent. Let's go then. Look left, look right, and there's nothing coming so we cross." Leo slows to match the youngster's pace. They look like a kid in their parent's clothing, Leo's jacket hanging off their small frame. They don't even come up to Leo's shoulders, and they're looking around like they don't really understand. Leo's suspicions about how long they've been enslaved are looking more and more likely, and he dreads finding evidence that they're true.

They enter the hospital and Leo shields the kid from the stares as they head towards the lifts. Luckily it's not far to Cian's ward, because the youngster's tiring and still shaking, and whose idea was it to discharge them so soon?

To Leo's relief, Cian is awake and sitting up, Marcia talking quietly to him. She looks up as they approach, expression quickly fading to concern.

"Who's this?"

"This is the person who came in with Cian." He turns to the youngster. "This is my wife Marcia, and you already know Cian."

"Pleased to meet you."

They nod in return, and Leo quickly fetches another chair, setting it down close to the bed.

"Here, sit down. On the chair," he adds quickly as they make to fold themself onto the floor, patting the plastic blue chair so they perch on the edge.

"You found Rowan?" asks Cian brightly, smiling at them. "Hi. Again. Can I hold your hand? No healing this time though. Except on yourself." The youngster (Rowan, apparently) reaches out their hand and Cian takes it gently, just holding it.

"I did," confirms Leo, a little confused. "They said they didn't have a name?"

"Oh," breathes Cian. To Rowan he says, "you can keep the name Rowan if you like. Sorry, I thought that would be obvious. Do you want to?" Rowan nods. "I asked the nurses if I could see you again but they said you'd been discharged and I couldn't have any information unless I was a relative. I know what I promised you and I'm sorry." Rowan shakes their head, tapping the bed twice with their free hand. "If you say so." His gaze flickers to Leo. "Where did you find them?"

"In the park opposite the hospital, being beaten up. They were discharged and just left to their own devices, as far as I can tell."

Marcia frowns. "They clearly need support. Didn't they even take contact details? Who's in charge around here?"

"Rowan doesn't have any contact details," says Cian, "they couldn't have even taken a name."

"Exactly. They have nowhere to go. Marcia, do you mind if we take them in for a while?"

"Of course not. I'd be happy to take them in permanently, they need a home and we have a spare bedroom. Besides," she adds with a smile, "I get the sense you already offered."

Leo shrugs. "I don't want to leave them in the care of anyone else after this fuck up. Sorry, Rowan, we're talking about you as if you aren't here. But that's settled then. You can come home with us if you'd still like to." Rowan nods. "Excellent. Now then, Cian, how are you?"

"Not too bad. Tired. Not sore anymore, surprisingly."

"That's probably the drugs."

"Mm. And the infections are clearing up. Apparently I might be able to go home quite soon."

"So that's why you're so cheerful," says Leo, smiling. His son's still battered and bruised, with large, near-black bags under his eyes, and Leo knows that beneath the blankets are casts and bandages and the only reason he's not in pain is the morphine, but he still looks better than before.

"Yep. Also, you found Rowan. I was worried about them."

Leo unzips his rucksack. "Well, I have some things for you. The next two Discworld books and some chocolate."

Cian grins. "Thanks, dad!"

Leo ruffles his hair. "No problem. Just try not to read them too fast, we'll run the local bookshop dry of Terry Pratchett books at this rate."

"Nah." Cian opens Monstrous Regiment with one hand and starts reading out loud, leaning on the open page with his forearm. "Polly cut off her hair in front of the mirror, feeling slightly guilty about... I can't see the rest of the sentence without moving my other arm. No, Rowan, stay here. I spent too long unable to touch you properly for me to let go of you now. If... you want to stay, of course."

Marcia takes the book off Cian's lap. "I'll read it to you, a leanbh. Do you like Terry Pratchett books too, love?"

It's a simple enough question, but Rowan bites their lip, eyes darting between the three of them fearfully, shrinking down in their seat. "It's okay, it's not a trick. There's no wrong answer. I just wondered."

There's a long pause before Rowan looks helplessly at Cian, who smiles reassuringly.

"S'ok, Rowan." To Marcia, he says, "I'm not sure. I don't know if they'll understand everything in it either, but they deserve stories." He turns back to Rowan. "I want you to hear stories when you're not bound in a straitjacket and collar. Mum does all the voices, it's great. I bet you're exhausted. You should rest." Cian pats his lap invitingly and Rowan lays their head down, one eye cracked open, watching Leo and Marcia warily. "That's better, hmm? Just relax."

"You too, Cian," says Leo firmly, seeing where this is going. His son's always taken care of others better than himself, and at this rate he's going to forget about his needs entirely. "Drink something."

Cian reaches out a slightly shaky hand and takes a cup of water from the bedside table, draining it. It wobbles when he sets it back down. Once he's settled, Marcia opens the book to the first page.

"Polly cut off her hair in front of the mirror, feeling slightly guilty about not feeling very guilty about doing so. It was supposed to be her crowning glory..."

[tulsa-trash]

Bob Sheldon Headcanons

WARNING(S): Mentions of alcohol abuse, physical abuse, death; got angsty towards the end there god damn—

Has an older brother named Gordon who moved away to go to law school, they’re a little over 4 years apart. They were never really close, due to their father creating unnecessary competition between them since they were younger. He doesn’t like talking about him much.

Mr. Sheldon would always compare Bob to Gordon, saying that Bob “ought to be more like his big brother instead of screwing around all the time.” Overtime Bob grew to resent his old man a whole lot.

Mrs. Sheldon is a chain smoker, she tried her best to hide it from the family but eventually Bob found out. Most of the time after she gets into a fight with her husband, she locks herself in one of their bathrooms, opens the window, and silently lights a cigarette as she stews by herself. One night she forgot to lock the door and Bob walked in on her. He promised he wouldn’t tell dad.

He tended to favor his momma over his daddy, she spoiled him more and he felt she was always easier to talk to than dad.

His parents have a decent age gap, his mother being eleven years younger than his father. They’d known each other since they were kids, his dad was best friends with one of his mom’s brothers growing up.

Being spoiled rotten with tons of cash throughout life has its pros and cons. Despite always coming off as cocky and entitled, deep down bob hated being a soc. At the age of 18 he already had all the money, nice clothes, popularity, and dr*gs he could ever want, so why even try?

He had no goals for himself, didn’t want to go to college, didn’t want to work, he could really care less about all that. He had a tuff car and he was dating one of the hottest gals in school, that was all that was important to him.

He met his best friend, Randy, in kindergarten. They went to catholic school together, they’re parents even get along well. Both of their childhoods were spent visiting each other’s houses and going to family cookouts often.

His dad forced him to join a baseball league in seventh grade, even though Bob expressed he didn’t like it his dad made him stick with it for a few years. He was eventually kicked off the varsity team his sophomore year in high school for excessive drinking, along with constantly butting heads with his teammates and the coach.

The only good thing he got out of baseball was watching Cherry Valance preform with the cheerleaders at his games, that’s how their relationship started.

He’s secretly blind as a bat, but he refuses to wear glasses. Bob found out he desperately needed glasses in the third grade. once all the kids in his class seen him with those thick-brimmed, magnifying glasses it was all over. he was teased ruthlessly to the point where he just stopped wearing them and never put them on again.

“What happened to those god awful goggles, Sheldon?”

“Psh. They were fake I wore em as a joke.” 😅

^ That forced him to sit in the front of class a lot so he didn’t have to struggle as much to see the board. Even though the poor b*stard was blind the entire time, it made him used to getting called on by the teachers and chatting with his classmates. He was one of the most popular boys in town in no time.

Mr. Sheldon slowly became an alcoholic as his boys grew up. He went from one glass of scotch at night to taking a shot immediately when he wakes up in the morning and being plastered by the afternoon. Usually he’s a sluggish drunk, but god forbid he gets to drinking when he’s mad.

His old man was terrifying when he was both intoxicated and livid. He never put his hands on his wife but there have been multiple drunken episodes where he either destroyed sh*t in the house... or he’d beat Bob.

If you were to ask Bob if he would rather get hit with a belt or his dad’s hands, he would pick the belt. Even the metal part hitting him was no where near as painful as his father’s closed-fist strikes with his gold rings. If Bob had a good buzz on it numbed the pain a bit, so he tried his best to be hammered before he got home most nights.

His mother never stepped in or said anything about it, she’d clean up her husband’s mess and go to bed. The next morning the family would act as if it didn’t happen. They had to maintain their pristine reputation of course, wouldn’t want the neighborhood to know both Mr. Sheldon and his youngest son had drinking problems. Bob eventually couldn’t even stand his mom anymore. He hated them.

Mrs. Sheldon hated herself too, and her husband. She knew her baby boy was f*cked up because of them, the guilt ate away at her every day. Deep down in her heart she knew her son was drinking and causing trouble because of how he was brought up— how he was being treated at home... and she did nothing about it.

The mixture of bullies at school and his own personal bully at home molded him into being the arrogant and angry a*shole we’ve come to know. No one would be able to hurt him if he just beat them to it and hurt them first... right?

One night things got really bad, Bob’s report card came in the mail while he was out on a date with Cherry. His daddy was displeased, to say the least, 3 bold F’s sat on the paper.

“That no good son of a b*tch is lucky he ain’t home.” Mr. Sheldon spat as he slammed the report card on the dining room table, his wife visibly flinched.

When Bob got home that night he was already fired up, some greasers were trying to make a move on Cherry and Randy’s girl, Marcia, at the Nightly Double. The last thing he expected when he got home was to see his mother sweeping up broken glass while nursing a busted lip and a black eye.

They held eye contact for a long moment, neither of them said a word. His mother looked at him with so much pain, so much regret in her eyes, tears silently rolled down her cheeks. Bob turned around and left wordlessly.

He picked up a few of his friends, stopped by the liquor store, then began to look for some trouble. He immediately drove to the east side of town to look for some greasers to mess with, and after only fifteen minutes of cruising his eyes landed two younger boys from the drive-in earlier that night.

“Jackpot.” He slurred to himself as he turned his car onto the grass and pulled up to the park.

Whoever wasn’t helping Bob restrain the greaser he was drowning was beating the second boy in the grass. Every now and then Bob would pull the kid out of the water only to shove him back in almost immediately. He held him under the water, the cold liquid splashed everywhere managing to soak everyone near the fountain but he didn’t care... he couldn’t feel a thing.

The other greaser was shouting, his pals continued to egg him on as he continued swing the greaser’s head back and forth wildly under the water. He didn’t even know what anyone was saying, he wasn’t paying attention, all his focus was directly on hurting the individual in his grasp.

Red. Everything was fine until Bob noticed the water was changing colors. His ears were ringing, all he could hear was the faint sound of footsteps rapidly getting lower and lower, farther away. There was no more yelling, no more voices.

“Did I k.ill him?” He thought to himself, immediate regret and fear flooding over him.

He let go of the kids shirt and fell over with a soft thud, a sharp pain erupted from his torso. His hand lightly touched the left side of his ribs and there it was... warm, red liquid coated his fingertips after he pulled his hand away. It was then he noticed the other greaser, the tan boy frantically pulled his friend out of the water and laid him down on the cold concrete.

“P-Pony? Ponyboy?” He shook violently, his right fist held a switchblade tightly. “Oh god... what did I do... what did I do.”

Bob watched him slowly sink to the ground, his back resting against the side of the fountain as he began to sob. His eyes flickered to the unconscious kid, Ponyboy. He didn’t understand how his body went from hot to cold as fast as it did, the reality of the situation was crashing down on him like a ton of bricks, he knew he was going to die.

He looked up at the sky and took in a strangled breath before wincing in pain. To his left he noticed his flask— his dads old flask, it was his eighteenth birthday gift. The thought of his father’s proud face as he handed it to him that day made Bob sick. He reached for it, the cold metal on his palm soothed him a bit. He weakly unscrewed the cap and went to take a sip, only to realize it was empty. Johnny watched him the entire time with a horrified gaze, but Bob didn’t seem to notice.

“Damn... that’s a shame.” The Soc grumbled to himself.

He tossed it, making it land a few feet away in the grass. His attention returned to the starry sky, a light feeling crept its way in his chest. He couldn’t tell if that was just him dying or if it was something else, but after eighteen years of being in this world his finally took the time to stop and look at how beautiful the sky was for the first and last time. He was scared, he didn’t want to go so soon, yet at the same time... he was relieved.

“Wow...” Bob sighed, “Ain’t this something else.”

His vision began to blur, tears— or was that also death? He felt the salty streams creep past his eyelids and run down the corners of his eyes. He was ready.

With one final breath, he passed away. His eyes never closed, he died looking at the stars.

[septimus-heap]

Absudbdjdbf

CANNOT stop thinking abt my "marcia got unofficially adopted into the heap family" au. I have so many thoughts

tell me more 👀

[meangirlsofderry]

Greta, Sally, and Marcia friend group Headcanons

When you have friends like these who needs enemies?

They’re the three most popular girls in school.

Greta the leader

Sally the brainy brunette 

Marcia the ditz blonde

They can go from a regular happy trio to poisonous for each other in a minute. 

Have you ever seen Heather’s? Well it’s a lot like that.

The three of them don’t truly trust one another.

Each have dirt on one another and they don’t hesitate on using it against each other. 

For example Marcia or Greta may throw Sally’s smoking habit in her face. They know it’ll ruin her perfect girl image if anyone else knew.

Also Sally or Greta can use Marcia’s eating disorder to hurt her feelings. They know she’d be seen as a mentally ill freak if that secret got out.

Greta usually uses her friend’s dark secrets to keep them in line.

They can be petty and catty but they’re usually passive aggressive about it.

 Because girls cant fight like boys do. All the fighting has to be sneaky. 

They’ve stolen or kissed each others love interests at least once.

Why are they still friends? For the image and popularity. Sally and Marcia want to fit in and Greta wants the power she never had as a child.

Most of the fighting is between Sally and Marcia. They’re both constantly competing for Greta’s approval.

Even though they hated Greta sometimes they still want her to like them.

Marcia is more submissive to Greta than Sally is. Sally’s more independent minded.

Greta tends to pick on Marcia more because she knows she wont snap back like Sally does.

It’s not all bad all the time though. They do all care about each other just in a really messed up way. 

They have a lot of good memories.

Like when they were 13 they tried to start a girl’s music group. The only one who took it seriously was Greta who was the lead guitarist and lead vocalist. Sally and Marcia were obviously the backing vocalist. Sally and Marcia quickly lost interest and they slowly stopped practicing. It was adorable though.

 They do have some sense of loyalty though. This is mostly when a outsider messes with one of them. 

Because is one of them is made to look bad then this makes all three of them look bad by association. 

For example if Marcia is humiliated by Beverly then she can expect the wrath of Sally and Greta. Because no one messes with Marcia but them.  

If a boy breaks Greta’s heart then he’ll be getting hell from not only her but from Sally and Marcia as well.

They often do normal girly friend things like braid each other’s hair and have sleep overs.

They often skip homeroom to gossip in the girls bathroom and bully any girl that comes in.

They’ve been friends for so long that they just accepted and got use to this toxic dynamic.

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

Sunflower ~ B.D. (Part 1)

A/n: This song is hella short but I listened to it and needed to write it and then thought of this so it’ll be like a mini song prompt, much shorter than how long they usually here. Hopefully you’ll still enjoy all the same :) Also I’m sorry this is so long and rushed it has to cover the whole movie OOF. Things will definitely slow down from here...

Anon: Pidge

Word Count: 4654

MASTERLIST

Rose girls in glass vases: Perfect bodies, perfect faces. They all belong in magazines, those girls the boys are chasing, winning all the games they're playing. They're always in a different league...

“Hey!” The voice was unexpected and no one knew who they were referring to, so everyone looked. Just in time to see a fist plant squarely into Marcia Fadden’s jaw, causing her two bitch friends, Greta Bowie and Sally Mueller, to stumble back with dropped jaws and wide eyes as Marcia tumbled to the ground. “Come near my little sister again with your ugly perms and fake smile I promise I’ll do more than just leave a bruise on you pretty face. I’ll break that big fat nose of yours and you’ll look even uglier than you already do. Got it?” There was a slight pause and the new girl in the bathroom - who had interrupted the three girls in their end-of-the-year bullying of Beverly Marsh - bristled. Marcia groaned on the ground, struggling to sit up, which scared Greta and Sally enough not to test the girl who had put her in that condition. “DO YOU UNDERSTAND?” The girl screamed.

Greta stepped forward, trying to look brave even though she was faced with someone she wasn’t sure she could take on. Someone bigger than her. Confident and demanding. A face she didn’t recognize and therefore had no idea on her limits or lack thereof. “What sister is that?”

The girl glared. “Secily Smith,” she sneered. “You can mess with me and I won’t stop you trying to make yourself feel better by messing with your peers, but do not - I repeat, DO NOT come near my sister. Is that clear enough for you or do I actually have to break one of your noses?”

Sally grumbled, “We get the fucking point. God.”

The girl smirked. “Good.” And then she turned around and waltzed out of the bathroom. Beverly, still in the stall, shook her head to overcome her shock at hearing someone stand up to Greta and her bitch gang s boldly, taking the moment of silence and no movement to bust open the stall, stalking out after Y/n without a fault in her stride as if she had expected every little detail of what just happened.

When Beverly got outside, she looked up and down the hall but none of the facial expressions or ways anyone was walking gave off the kind of confidence and power the mystery girl in the bathroom had shown.

How had someone like that gone unnoticed by... everyone? All year? Or- years? As far as anyone knew, Ben was the only newby.

Secily Smith. Hm. That was a name Bev could work with.

While Bev planned a way to find out the source of a possible friend, Y/n L/n was walking home with her eyes on the ground, trying to even out her breathing. She was hopped up on anxiety from confronting Greta like that, but the fleeting moment of rage-fueled confidence was all she’d needed to scare those girls into leaving her sister alone. Okay, well, STEP sister, but it’s all the same right?

As Y/n neared the elementary school, she sighed. She’d stopped by on her way like every other day, but this time for the last time before Summer. She waited the few minutes until the younger kids got out, looking around at the parents waiting for their kids. Once upon a time, Y/n would hide behind a tree as Bill Dembrough waited for his younger brother, George. She would admire him and the cute embrace they would have before the older brother shoved the younger away playfully, messing his hair up as they both laughed.

Secily, who knew of Y/n’s infatuation with the sweet boy everyone else knew as Stuttering Bill, thought it was silly to hide and had even befriended George in order to force Y/n closer to Bill. The two kids had really hit it off and Y/n had run been forced to run into Bill a lot more often.

Picking up Secily from school, where the two younger kids were attached at the hip, forcing Y/n over. Picking up Secily from George’s house, often running into Bill in the process. Lunch dates or play dates or hang outs. Dropping off, picking up, running into each other in small towns, where George would notice Secily or Secily would notice George and they’d call to the other, bringing their families together once again. At George’s funeral, where Secily has clung to her older sister with their parents nowhere in sight, hiding her face so her sobs wouldn’t be heard.

That had been a rough while. Secily wasn’t as talkative anymore. She didn’t socialize as much and her attendance at things she’d always dragged Y/n to had all but completely disappeared. For so your a child, she was incredibly sad and reclusive and quiet.

That’s what Y/n was thinking of when Secily made her way to where Y/n waited for her, eyes on her feet. Y/n opened her arms and Secily moved into them. “Hey Sissy,” Y/n whispered, rubbing the younger girl’s back. “How was school.”

The younger girl mumbled incoherently, burying her face in Y/n’s stomach and refusing to move. Y/n sighed, stepping back and offering her arms in more of a way to pick her up than hug her. The six year old smiled briefly, allowing Y/n to carry her. It was only a fifteen minute walk to their house and Sissy was tiny as heck. Y/n could bare the weight to give her sister some comfort. She walked, Sissy bouncing a little on her back as Y/n talked to full the silence.

“We’ll have all summer now,” Y/n mused softly. “We can stay up late and have camp outs in the living room in our couch forts all we want... I can get candy. Snickers, your favorite.”

“I miss Georgie.” Y/n stopped abruptly. It had been nine months. Almost a year, and Sissy had not said it out loud once. She had not voiced her sorrow or pain that someone so young should be feeling nowhere near. Y/n wasn’t good with her own emotions, but someone else’s? Sissy held onto her sister tighter. “Never leave me okay?”

Y/n’s grip on Sissy’s ankles tightened. “I wouldn’t leave you if they put a gun up to my head and tried to force me.”

“What if they put a gun up to Bill’s head?”

“Then the Denbroughs would suffer two lost children.” Y/n moved Sissy around to hold the young girl in her arms, against her chest. “No one will ever take me from you. And no one will EVER take you from me. I promise Sissy. I give you my word.”

Sissy was quiet for a few seconds before Y/n felt her nod. “I believe you.”

“He used to take me here all the time,” Sissy gushed as she dragged a smiling Y/n behind her up the cliff to the edge. “We have to jump off! Come on PLEAAAAAAASE!”

Y/n laughed and dropped her bike, nodding. “Okay okay okay! But we have to be really careful and I want to go first.” Sissy nodded and Y/n sighed before simply pulling her shirt over her head and then tugging off her shorts after kicking off her shoes. Sissy stripped in the same way, until they were down to their underwear, and then they walked to the edge of the cliff. Sissy looked thrilled that Y/n swallowed her fear and forced a grin on her face. The adrenaline started pumping and Y/n took a deep breath before screwing up her face and jumping. Her breath caught and her mind went blank. She hit the water and sunk, pausing. It was so quiet down there. So serene that Y/n almost wanted to never leave. Just sink to the bottom of the Quarry and stay there.

But she had made Sissy a promise. She wouldn’t leave. So instead of disappearing into the dark depths, Y/n pushed to the surface. “Okay, tour turn!” Y/n called. Sissy smiled as Y/n swam backwards to get out of her way. Then the tiny girl jumped and every part of Y/n’s body tensed. She was so small and fell so much slower. It seemed that the fall would kill her, surely. Y/n counted to two before panicking after Sissy big the water but then the young girl broke the surface, water falling between her teeth as she broke into laughter before she’d been implement out of the water.

At the girl’s giddiness, Y/n brightened and loosened up too and soon they were both dunking each other and pulling each other under and playing water games like Marco Polo and pretending they were mermaids.

They’d come quite early, set on staying at the quarry the whole day. They’d even packed a basket for a picnic lunch when they were done swimming, and Y/n had brought a book she was reading aloud to Sissy over the summer.

Right about noon, when Y/n was thinking about taking a break because it was near lunch time and Sissy was obviously getting quite tired - her mom would thank her for tiring out the little girl, surely - there cane voices from the woods. Y/n paled, not up for trusting anyone other than the little girl she knew it couldn’t be. She ditched the idea of saving heir stuff, pulling Sissy against her and hiding in the side of the cliff, trying to see who was approaching without giving away where they were if it was someone dangerous. Who else used the Quarry during weekdays?

It was Beverly’s voice that gave them away, even before Richie had the chance to.

“Hey, I think someone’s already here.” Her voice echoed off the cliff and Y/n bit her lip, unsure of who Beverly would be with, since the last time Y/n had checked Beverly and her were as much both mutually alone as they were both girls. That’s where the similarities would stop though. It seemed, though, she was definitely talking to someone.

Then Richie spoke, his voice loud and unmistakably his own. “Looks like a date. Bet if we look around we can get a peek at some people getting DOWN.” He snorted but when no other sounds came, Y/n concurred the others were ignoring him.

“Where are they?” Eddie asked, his voice shaking with worry. “Looks like two girls. Are they, um, okay or whatever?”

Y/n dismissed his concern as disliking to be around a dead body in case things had gone truly awry with the two girls he didn’t know.

There was a pause. “HELLO?”

Y/n’s heart stopped, her eyes widening and her body loosening in shock. Bill. Sissy, taking her chance, shoot forward, turning so her face looked up at the Losers. “HI!”

“Holy shit,” Richie cursed in surprise.

Sissy shot a look to Y/n who slowly moved to where the others could see her. “You guys gonna come in?” Sissy called, grinning from ear to ear. Y/n brightened- Sissy hasn’t been this happy since George had died. “What are you waiting for, you scared?”

Something about a six year old insulting their bravery pushed all of the Losers to quickly join them in the water, shedding their clothes and jumping off the cliff. Sissy interacted with all of them as Y/n kept her head down, suddenly shy and quiet. Sissy finally rolled her eyes, pulling Y/n over by her hand- straight to Bill.

“Hey-ay-“ Bill stuttered, smiling warmly.

I swallowed, struggling too hard with speaking to even te a word out. I admire his ability to speak around his stutter. I nodded, feeling about ready to cry. I was anxious and exposed and had not expected other people to show up. But they had. And I was hating it.

“She’s shy,” Sissy eased. “You’re pretty shy too. Maybe help me out with her?”

Richie moved next to Sissy’s side, cackling as e threw an arm around the little girl. “See these shy babes will never understand what it’s like for us, Kiddo.”

Sissy rolled her eyes. “I may only be six, but you’re only eleven. It’s not like you’re thirteen or anything, don’t act all grown up.”

Richie’s eyes widened, a grin lighting up his face. “I like you! Next time we’re hanging out at the arcade, there’s a few games I have to-“

“Next time?” Everyone looked at me as I spoke for the first time. I blushed under their gazes. In order to shift the focus, I offered a, “I don’t even know your names.” Which was a COMPLETE lie but a good segway nonetheless.

Bill took the opportunity to step forward, introducing Mike, Ben, Stan, Richie, Eddie, and then... “And this ih-is Bev.” His gaze softened as he landed on her and she blushed, her smile warm and adorable.

My stomach turned as all of the other Losers rolled their eyes, obviously only too aware of whatever chemistry was between the two. Meanwhile, my heart was shattering. Thankfully I wasn’t the only one who heard the break.

Sissy took my hand, leaning her head against my neck. “Y/n/n, I’m really tired...”

Thankful for my ever perspective younger sister, I began moving us toward shore. “Well, it was very nice to meet you, but we have to be going. It’s this one’s nap time. We’ve been here since like 7am so...”

“Yeah,” Mike eased as he looked at me with an analyzing gaze, sensing there was something past what I was giving away and trying to decipher it.

“See you next time?” Richie called.

I pretended not to hear him as Sissy and I gathered our stuff and left as fast as we could.

Stretching toward the sky like I don't care, wishing you could see me standing there. But I'm a sunflower, a little funny. If I were a rose, maybe you'd want me.

I'd avoided the Losers successfully for a very, very long time. Eventually they seemed rather preoccupied and stopped caring, forgetting about me altogether. I wasn't complaining. Being friends with them meant opening up endless possibilities to have someone realize that I had whatever feelings I had for Bill, and with the obvious goings on between him and Beverly, I didn't want to be on the unrequited side of the Love Triangle of Pain and Misery.

That all got messed up when I saw Greta being a bitch to Eddie and lost my shit. Greta alone was enough to boil my blood and ring out the aggressive side no one knew about me, when I was confident and an unbridled spit fire. But Eddie of all people? Eddie wasn't perfect but he was so small and easily scared and I felt a burning need to protect him. I didn't know what it was about him but he ignited mama bear inside of me on a level with Sissy.

So when I saw her offer to sign Eddie's blank cast as I was grabbing antibiotics (Sissy was sick), getting Eddie all excited just so see her glare level on him as his smile slowly faded...

"What the FUCK is your problem?" I seethed aggressively. Greta jumped, my authorative town putting her on edge even though it had almost been three full months since I cornered her and her friends in the bathroom after they'd tugged on Sissy's pigtails she'd been so proud of until the little girl felt ashamed and pulled them out, returning to her usual single ponytail. "Are you so lonely and miserable that you so strongly feel the need to drag everyone to your level?"

Eddie stared at me in awe as I slapped down money to pay for the medicine I was buying before letting my glare fall after lingering a second longer, then softly laying a hand on Eddie's arm, letting him know I wanted him to follow me. He did.

He took me to his house where I met his mother. She seemed suspicious at first but my usual charming timidness and unwavering politeness and well practiced flattery wiggled her down eventually.

After introductions, my eyes landed on Eddie's cast, my smile disappearing. "Will you excuse us for a moment?" I asked Mrs. K. She smiled, waving us off to return to her show and I nodded toward the kitchen. "Come on, I need to do something." He followed me once again. I motioned to a chair where he sat. Propping his cast up on the table. "Where do you keep your marker?" He directed me and I shuffled through. He only had one red marker and I supposed that was better than any other since it would mostly just blend into the the other letter. I sat down next to him, looking at the cast for a second.

LOSER.

I had meant to just sign my name, but then I smiled as I scrawled a messy, rushed V over the S. Then I signed my name under it.

When I looked up our eyes locked and we both smiled. "Thank you," he whispered. I shrugged. "You know I thought you were shy and hated us... but I don't think that's true."

My smile faltered. "People don't like a smart girl who takes control and stands up for what she believes in. Look at Beverly." There was a pause. "I'm really hot headed and my mom said that if I didn't get my temper under control then she would ship me off, and... Sissy and I couldn't bare the thought of being separate. So I just... stifled all of it. Muted myself."

Eddie placed his good hand over mine and we smiled again. Whether I liked it or not, we were friends now. Really, though, I couldn't even lie and say I did mind it all that much without sounding completely ridiculous.

That's when Eddie got the call, and the stretch of complete Hell and trauma in my young life started. At first he tried to leave without me, but now that I'd made my first friend I refused to let him go into any danger that made him look as scared as he did without as much backup as possible. He faced down his mom (I gave him a congratulatory high five and he didn't stop smiling for a few solid seconds... until I asked what was going on) and then we got in our bikes, peddling to Neibolt as Eddie explained the most insane story I'd ever heard.

Maybe I was just as crazy, but there was a look in his eyes that I just couldn't deny. He wasn't lying. So I went with him. The Losers were surprised to see me but Eddie told them to shut up so they did, focusing instead on updating me on absolutely anything and everything Eddie might have missed.

Bill stood, offering me a pipe as he took in my shocked expression as I processed, trying to work around my doubts which were considering surfacing. The looks in their faces were the same as Eddie’s had been- none of them were lying. With lives on the line, there wasn’t time to get proof. So I was trying to take a keep of faith... but even with my open mind, this was a lot. “You doh-don’t have to come in,” he eased, meeting my eyes with a reassuring smile, easing the pressure I knew was still there.

I took a second, looking at the house and swallowing. “Beverly’s in there,” I mumbled. “And this thing is just going to keep killing people...” My resolved snapped into place as I met Bill’s eyes. “And like you said, the more of you there are, the weaker IT is.”

“Us,” Eddie piped up. I looked at him with question written all over my face. “More of US there are, the weaker IT is.”

Richie threw an arm around me. “You scare easy, but... Welcome to the Loser’s Club, Kitty Kat.” He snickered. “Get it? Cause you’re a scaredy cat?” I shoved my elbow lightly into his ribs and he stepped back, pretending to smile. That’s all the joking was. False, fake. But I was officially a Loser, so that was cool.

Then we went in. There was Stan’s hesitation, going down the well, Henry almost killing Mike and then plummeting down to his death into the depths of the bottom of the well that none of us could see, and then we were waiting for Mike to come down the well when everything went from bad to worse.

“Y/n.” The name was low and garbled but I spun around, sure that it had been none of other than my stupid little sister who had called me... even though it did sound a little off. “Y/n.” There it was again.

IT had gotten Georgie nine months ago, Bill was sure of it. Now that shit face of a clown had my goddamn little sister. Well, not on my watch.

In hindsight, running off after Sissy was the single dumbest thing I had ever and would ever do. I didn’t know what IT was capable of in person, but I did know that I would get killed unless I stuck to the group. Yo be fair to me, though, I wasn’t used to having people to rely on. I wasn’t used to having friends or even acquaintances. Sissy was all I had left. Our parents didn’t count as dependable, loving, or responsible- without Sissy I was all alone again, like before they’d married and I’d had her come into my life. So, without a second though I took after her by myself. I didn’t notify the other Losers- I didn’t pause long enough to even consider it.

What do you expect from an eleven year old facing the prospect of losing the six year old sister that alone stands between complete loneliness and true companionship? I loved her more than life itself. I think I proved it then.

Whipping hair and bright colored dresses that were distinctly Sissy’s lead me to a chamber with pipes along the wall. It was expansive and dark and I used the flashlight to try and find where Sissy or IT was. Trying to find something, anything. “HEY!” I screamed. “WHARE IS SHE, YOU PIECE OF FUCK? WHERE’S MY SISTER?”

My flashlight finally landed on glowing yellow eyes and I jumped back, crying out in surprise. IT was exactly like the others had explained it, except... I had been wrong about the eyes. Not even yellow, they were a crystal blue. Must have been the reflection of the flash light. IT smiled at me, tilting It’s head. “Looking for your little Sissy?” It mewled, surprising me without calm and reasonable the voice was. I found myself feeling as if I was facing any adult or bully. Just another piece of shit standing between me and Sissy.

The one way anyone could ever make me upset? Hurt someone I cared about. It had scared the Losers and physically hurt a few of them too. It had killed Georgie and COUNTLESS others over the years. It had taken Beverly. And, worse of all, it had taken Sissy.

I brandished my flashlight like it was a club. “Where,” I demanded with slit eyes. “Is she?”

IT smiled wider. “I don’t have her.” He came at me and I felt the breath knocked out of me as IT grabbed my throat, slamming me into the wall. “But I have you.” The voice seemed to come from a whole new person, now lower and teeming with a sense of madness that out me on edge.

My anger overruled my fear. Whether or not IT had Sissy, it didn’t lessen all the other crimes IT had committed, and justice was demanding to be met. “I’m going to make you pay,” I spit with the last breath in my body. “I’m going to make you writhe and squirm and BEG, and then I’m going to fucking kill you. I’m going to see you die you stupid ass clown.”

The smile IT had never failed to done faltered and IT looked at me a split second before pulling me closer, sniffing me in the most inhuman, disturbing way before huffing through IT’s nose like IT had sniffed pepper instead of my scent. What did it have against regular store brand shampoo and soap? “You’re not scared,” IT growled.

“I’m scared,” I admitted. “I’m just more angry.”

IT looked at me like I was something IT had never seen before. A discovery that fascinated IT. “Not normal anger though,” IT mused.

The hands around my throat loosened to give me air but not enough to let me free. “I use my anger to protect people,” I reasoned huffily. “I don’t use my anger to destroy. I’m not-“ My head suddenly went blank and the fear seeped in again.

That’s what IT had been waiting for it seemed. IT didn’t even bother to turn into my grandfather, simply settling to get right to the eating me part. I understood why as I heard the screams of the Losers in the tunnels. My friends. MY FRIENDS! GOD I was such an idiot! While I was sitting here making small talk with a murderous demon clown who was now about to eat me, I was distracting from saving Beverly.

IT’s jaw unhinged and I screamed, fear suddenly threw only thing I could feel. I had never been more horrified in my life, the rows of teeth and general horror in front of me worse than my even most active imaginings could ever conjure. I closed my eyes, turning my head as I screamed, clawing at the wall like I used to when my grandpa would attack me. Suddenly there was commotion and the hand loosened as I fell to the floor, my body shaking. Eddie was there first, pulling em to my feet and making sure I was okay.

We didn’t have time to really make sure, though, because suddenly Bill had pulled the same dumbass move I had and run off. So now we were running after him. Finding him with a disturbingly accurate looking Georgie. Fighting IT, where my new friends got to see my grandfather sneer at me as IT grasped at the only thing IT knew I was afraid of before I slammed my pole into IT, showing off my angry side to my friends for the first time. Then IT was gone and Bill found Georgie’s coat and we were leaving, holding each other close and trying to get the full story from everyone’s point of view. They were disturbed to hear about Bev’s idea of the future that she’d sort of seen while under the influence of the deadlights and even more so by my far too casual conversation with IT. And then Bill was standing, ready to get us to vow to all come back. Bev and I looked gazes before standing up. We had dealt with IT more, so I applauded her for standing up with as much confidence as I did.

I was one of the last ones to leave, but the obvious tension between Bill and Beverly was obvious, and I would get an earful from Bev about it later, who was only too excited to have another girl in the group to talk about her feelings too. Especially when, it seemed, they included the boy I liked. Not that she meant it to be that way...

I didn’t care though. Sissy and Bev were safe and IT was gone. For now. There were pieces to pick up before I could even start to think of romance, and years to live that held plenty of time to figure it all. For now, I had to say goodbye to one of my first new friends only a few weeks after I had gained her friendship. Right now, everything else could wait.

[markcavendish]

Marcia is such a bitch ur husband is an evil cunt stop bullying his daughter

[milkcartonbastard]

The Outsiders- Musical

Ever try and imagine a musical version of The Outsiders? Whelp, here are my HCs, I guess.

~The first song is Pony singing.

   -He’s walking down the street after leaving the movie theater and he started bouncing the ball. The ball is bouncing and creates a rhythm. Some other random greasers pop up in the background and add on to Pony singing about why greasers are greasers.

   -Halfway through the song the Socs following Pony show up. They start singing about why Socs are Socs. They don’t compare the two or talk about their differences. The song ends with the Socs laughing and jumping Pony. The song is called ‘Socs and Greasers’

~The next song is when Dally, Johnny, and Pony are walking around the town. Dally sings, but it’s more of a talking with rhythm than anything.

   -Pony and Johnny are following him as he bullies those kids, watched the fight, and the other stuff as he sings something along the lines of Bad To The Bone by that one guy. The song stops when they see up with Cherry and Marcia. It’s called ‘Bad Boys Like Me’

~Johnny and Pony hum Dal’s song as they’re walking to the park after Pony gets hit by Darry.

   -The Socs show up and Johnny kills Bob. There’s no singing until they’re in Windrixville.

~Pony sings about the sunset and everything that it means to him. He sings about the beautiful things in the world. Johnny joins in towards the end and they watch the sun set and are smiling despite the whole situation. It is called ‘Nothing Gold Can Stay’

   -Its a good amount of time until the next song.

   -Before the rumble the guys to a dance type thing in the movie anyway so...

~The Rumble is a huge dance number and its ‘Socs and Greasers Reprise’ with them singing against each other. You bet your ass Tim Shepard hits a low ass note that leads to a high note as Darry slugs someone in the face.

   -The next song is a bit iffy. Pony and Dally go to the hospital and see Johnny. The music to ‘Nothing Gold Can Stay’ is playing in the background as Johnny tells Pony to stay gold.

~Dally’s song ‘Boys Like Me’ turns into ‘Sad Boys Like Me’.

   -The singing pauses and the music plays as Dally calls to talk to Darry. It picks back up when he hangs up and the boys head out. It ends when Dallas dies.

~The last song is Soda singing about what happened with Sandy and that the brothers have to stick together because they’re all the got. It’s called ‘Ties That Bind’

   -The music to ‘Nothing Gold Can Stay’ plays in the background as Pony reads Johnny’s note.

[stephaniefchase]

Bajan Newscap 5/19/2017

Good Morning #realdreamchasers Here is your daily news cap for Friday 19th May 2017. Remember you can read full articles via Barbados Today (BT), or by purchasing a Weekend Nation Newspaper (WN).  

BRUTAL ATTACK –The mother of a child who suffered a brutal beating that left her unconscious at the side of the road dreads returning the teenager to the school where her attackers remain. And Marcia Carrington, an active Parent-Teacher Association (PTA) member, said she also fears her own actions after hearing the account of how the schoolchildren stood on her daughter’s neck and kicked her in her head on Wednesday while she headed to the bus stop outside the Lester Vaughan School. The beat down came to light after a video on social media showed the teenager fleeing her attackers and narrowly escaping being struck by a van along Cane Garden Road, St Thomas. After the attack Carrington paid $500 in medical bills for X-rays and medication and is struggling to get $840 for a CAT scan.  (WN)

SIBLINGS CHARGED WITH ATTACKING MAN GET BAIL - Two brothers were granted bail today when they appeared in court charged with assault occasioning actual bodily harm.  Shamar Andre Rock, 30, and Brandon Ricardo Rock, 16, of Shorey Village, St Andrew are accused of attacking 25-year-old Jamar Green. The incident occurred around 1:30 p.m. yesterday at Shorey Village. Police say Green visited the area to watch a football match and afterward, he encountered the brothers on his way to the bus stop. The Rocks allegedly attacked Green and tied him to a pole. The matter was reported to the police and they found Green tied when they arrived. A video of Green being tied to the pole was circulated via social media. Brandon and Shamar appeared before Magistrate Ian Weekes in the District “D” Magistrates’ Court and they will reappear on May 22.  (WN)

Man arrested during stop-and-search remanded - A man accused of using indecent and insulting language to police officers was remanded to HMP Dodds today. Twenty-five-year-old Darius Kenrick Bowen of #47A, Sanddunes Drive, Sandy Hill, St Philip appeared in the District “C” Magistrates’ Court today before Chief Magistrate Christopher Birch and was remanded to prison until May 22. The alleged offences were committed yesterday along Grove Road, St Philip during a stop-and-search by members of the Tactical Response Unit of the Royal Barbados Police Force. (WN)

SENT UP THEN RELEASED - A young man, who was seen being searched and arrested by police on a cellphone video on Wednesday, was remanded to Her Majesty’s Prison at Dodds yesterday after pleading guilty to using indecent language. But quick work by his attorneys saw Darius Bourne being released from the St Philip facility just after 8 o’clock last night, after spending just over six hours. And now, a former president of the Bar Association, Andrew Pilgrim, is bemoaning the way in which Barbadians are still being remanded for simple matters like using indecent language, or being in possession of small quantities of drugs. Bourne, 25, of Sandy Hill, St Philip, appeared before Chief Magistrate Christopher Birch at the District “C” Magistrates’ Court in St Matthias, Christ Church, yesterday as a result of the altercation with police, and was remanded to Dodds until Monday. (WN)

MAN FACING WOUNDING CHARGE – Police have charged a 31-year-old man with wounding with intent. Jamar Adday Hall of Lot 11D Walkabout Path, Eden Lodge, St Michael, allegedly wounded 35-year-old Kidwe McCollin, at Block 4C, Church Drive, Eden Lodge, St Michael, on April 7. Yesterday, Hall, who was the subject of a wanted bulletin, surrendered himself to police accompanied by an attorney. He appeared before Magistrate Cuffy-Sargeant in the District ‘A’ Magistrates Court today. He pleaded not guilty to the offence and was granted bail in the sum of $10 000 with two sureties, and will return to court on July 21. (WN)

POLICE ACCUSED OF BULLYING TAXI-DRIVER & PASSENGER – There will be no investigation into an allegation of police mistreatment of a taxi operator and his passenger if the aggrieved operator fails to file a written complaint against the law enforcement officers concerned. Assistant Commissioner of Police Erwin Boyce told Barbados TODAY the Royal Barbados Police Force would not act unless there was an official protest to the Police Complaints Authority. The taxi driver, who requested anonymity, said the officers had acted unprofessionally when they stopped him yesterday and demanded to search his vehicle. The entire episode was filmed and posted to Facebook, but the video has since been removed from the social media site. Boyce said if the driver felt his rights had been abused he should bring it to the attention of the proper authorities in the approved manner. In encouraging the driver to report the issue, Boyce said police were allowed to stop and search vehicles at their discretion, but they should state the reason for the search. “You can’t legislate procedure on the road. They speak to the person who is driving and they wave the level of suspicion as to why they are stopping the vehicle. If they are doing vehicle stops they let you know they are doing vehicle stops and they want to see your driver’s licence and insurance and road tax and so on. If there is suspicion that there is contraband in the vehicle and it’s enough to create suspicion, then they can ask the driver of the vehicle who is in charge of the vehicle, to permit a consented search and a search can be done,” the policeman explained.  (BT)

JUDGMENT RESERVED IN POLICE PROMOTIONS CASE – The Court of Appeal Thursday reserved judgment in the case of 14 police officers who are claiming that were bypassed for promotions within the Royal Barbados Police Force five years ago. However, even as the panel of judges led by Chief Justice Sir Marston Gibson weigh their decision, the lawmen’s attorney is already recommending how they should rule. In passionate submissions, during which has was asked to use less emotive language, Queens Counsel Ralph Thorne asked the Court to reverse the decision of the Police Service Commission (PSC) and promote the officers, two of whom have since retired. Thorne argued that there could be “no doubt” that in a matter of such high publicity over the last five years that the public was entitled to believe that there was some “major deficit” with the service records of the officers that disqualified them for promotion. Therefore, he pleaded with the court to “render unto Caesar the things that are Caesar’s”.    In his three-hour long presentation in the No.1 Supreme Court Thursday morning, Thorne made submissions on 16 of 18 grounds of appeal. The other two grounds were argued on March 22. The officers are challenging last December’s ruling by Justice Margaret Reifer, who upheld the PSC’s decision to remove their names from the 2012 promotions list, and instead inserted alternative names, without further reference to the then Commissioner of Police. Thorne charged that the principles of fairness, transparency and justice were not followed by the PSC as stated under the Public Service Act 2007 when it took its “unlawful” decision. (WN)

LANDLORD’S FAULT - Laws that govern landlord/tenant conflicts are “clear”.  An attorney at law said the fault was at the landlord should any tenant overstay their welcome for an extended period of time, as there were procedures in place to have them removed. “Most of the time, people don’t know exactly what they have to do, either they are not following through or they are doing the ejectment wrong. I think it is really the tardiness of the landlord to allow someone to stay so long without receiving payment,” he said. Take the case of Sandra Walkes, who found herself unable to pay her bills because her tenant had refused to pay rent for three months or to move out despite being served two eviction notices. Her situation got to the point where she considered changing locks and there were contentious confrontations between her tenant and her children. She finally went to the police and consulted an attorney. (WN)

DANGEROUS ROAD! NUPW WARNS GOVT NOT TO TAKE A CAPITALIST APPROACH – Ahead of the May 30 National Budget presentation, the National Union of Public Workers (NUPW) has sounded a stern warning to Government that the island’s public servants are already at the point of saturation. Therefore, the union says, now is not the time to be piling on any more taxes on Government workers, who it also described as overburdened. He further cautioned that the very social fabric that has held the society together stood to be destroyed, with some workers now faced with a choice of “feeding their families, buying medication or paying their commitment for their shelter” and already vulnerable to corruption. The NUPW leader was reacting to recent comments made by the Chairman of the Barbados Private Sector Association Charles Herbert, who was also a member of the Fiscal Deficit Committee recently convened by Prime Minister Freundel Stuart to advise him on the way forward for the floundering economy. With this in mind, the NUPW agrees that urgent remedial action is needed. However, it is adamant that the burden of austerity must be equally spread around. While acknowledging that streamlining and rationalization could bring about needed savings and that spending cuts must be made, McDowall further warned Government against going down the road of profit making at the sacrifice of workers, saying it would only yield deleterious results. (BT)

INCOME GAP GROWS - Income inequality IN Barbados is heading in the wrong direction. That’s the conclusion of new research by a Guyanese economist, who linked the trend to increasing wealth generated through the international business and financial services sector. Collin Constantine is a development economist who is a PhD student in economics at Kingston University London. Last month, he released the working paper A Community Divided: Top Incomes In CARICOM Member States and found that “Barbados is clearly the best performer is terms of rising inequality”. Constantine’s research covered the period 1960 to 2015. He noted that traditionally the region’s relatively high inequality countries were Belize, Suriname, Guyana, Jamaica and Haiti. Barbados has usually been among the relatively low inequality countries that include Trinidad and Tobago, The Bahamas and St Lucia. However, the economist found that “in the Barbados case, top incomes have steadily increased since the 1970s”. Put differently, he explained, “the middle class in Barbados has been shrinking”. Despite this, Barbados still had the lowest level of income inequality among CARICOM member states during the 1980s. Constantine said this had changed and Barbados was “rapidly converging to its high inequality peers”.  (WN)

KELLMAN CHIDES GOVT OVER AIRBNB – Businessman and Minister of Housing Denis Kellman is warning his own Government it can no longer ignore the importance of the increasingly lucrative online marketplace, Airbnb, to the Barbados economy. Kellman, the Member of Parliament for St Lucy, said a disservice was being done to the economy by not measuring the contribution the homestay programme was making to gross domestic product. The global accommodation facilitator has said that some 1,100 Barbadian homeowners had listed their properties on its website, each earning an average of US$3,900 a year. Two per cent of long-stay visitors to the island – some 16,000 people – stayed in Airbnb listed properties last year, a company official said recently.    Kellman sees the online community marketplace as an avenue through which ordinary Barbadians can contribute to the tourism sector, in very much the same way they helped grow the sugar industry. The Airbnb hosts here last week launched the Barbados Entrepreneurship & Tourism Association to advocate on their behalf. Founder of the non-profit organization Neeraj Vensimal said it was important for them to have a voice so they could make an input into pending legislation and other developments relating to the tourism sector. (BT)

MCCLEAN STRESSES NEED FOR CARICOM UNITY – The present and future global environment demands that the Caribbean Community (CARICOM) engage in a process of “evaluation, revision and consolidation”. This advice was given by Minister of Foreign Affairs and Foreign Trade, Senator Maxine McClean, while addressing the opening ceremony of the Twentieth Meeting of the Council for Foreign and Community Relations (COFCOR), at the Lloyd Erskine Sandiford Centre, this morning. Senator McClean, the incoming Chairman of COFCOR, told her fellow Ministers of Foreign Affairs: “It is imperative that we deepen and strengthen community engagement and, as a cohesive body, leverage our voices as one to derive maximum benefit for the region”. She stressed that recent political developments in the hemisphere and Europe involving long-term CARICOM partners would likely have “a profound impact” on the region. (WN)

HEAR US PLEASE – A group of Venezuelan women living here attempted to crash the meeting of Caribbean Community (CARICOM) foreign ministers Thursday, to highlight their opposition to the embattled president, Nicolas Maduro. Members of the Civil Society of Venezuelans in Barbados gathered outside the Lloyd Erskine Sandiford Centre at about noon Thursday, the opening day of the 20th meeting of the CARICOM Council for Foreign and Community Relations, to protest against the economic situation in their homeland and Maduro’s refusal to hold overdue elections. However, the demonstration was short-lived as they were quickly ushered off the compound by police and security personnel because they did not have a permit to protest.  (BT)

FORMER DLP CANDIDATE RUNNING AS INDEPENDENT - Three-time Democratic Labour Party candidate for St Joseph Randall Rouse has announced he will be contesting the next General Election as an independent candidate.  Rouse made this disclosure earlier this morning during a press conference at his Airy Hill, St Joseph constituency office.  "The decision I make today comes out of total frustration with this government as it relates to its lack of communication with the public on public matters, lack of leadership, lack of clear explanations for some of the policy decisions taken, the apparent anti-worker stances taken and more especially, this government's total refusal to accept positive economic advice even from its own economic advisors in the economy," Rouse said.  The now independent candidate said he had several concerns with the representation in St Joseph, but chief of these were the lack of adequate transport, the poor conditions of the bridge at Melvin's Hill and the inadequate healthcare facilities across the parish. (WN)

NATIONAL DISGRACE – The Opposition Barbados Labour Party (BLP) spokesman on transportation is demanding a “credible and functional” plan from Government to increase the number of buses on the roads and bring relief to the travelling public. Former Chairman of the Transport Board Ian Gooding-Edghill complained in a recent statement that the state-run bus system had become a “national disgrace and embarrassment” and the Freundel Stuart administration did not appear to have a plan to remedy the situation. The BLP St Michael West Central candidate charged the current administration was mismanaging the transport agency, spending over $108 million on maintenance with little to show for it. The Opposition politician, who lost the seat by 193 votes to James Paul of the governing Democratic Labour Party in 2013, said the shortage of buses, compounded by financial problems, had been going on for much too long and Barbadians were the ones suffering as a result. He contended that not since the early 1990s had the Transport Board been in such a “deplorable” position. (BT)

ST. THOMAS DANGER ZONE - The people living and driving through the Shop Hill to Duke’s area and beyond are crying out for relief. There are blind corners, narrow roads, a sunken bridge, bush hindering eyesight and a lack of sidewalks and people are frustrated with this true danger zone where many people have lost their lives. One life lost in particular, 17-year-old Anyica Yearwood who was killed in 2010, is still fresh in many people’s minds. She was dragged by a vehicle which had struck her while she was waiting at a bus stop along Shop Hill. Armintha Headley lives near the area where that tragedy occurred. She said it was still dangerous there. (WN)

EX MANAGER FUMES AT SANDALS – A FORMER SANDALS BARBADOS employee is accusing her old workplace of giving her the runaround. Renée Ally, the hotel’s former landscape manager, said she was dismissed in June 2016 and almost a year later was still in limbo regarding a proper compensation package. “I had been there for about 23 months before I was dismissed. They claimed it was my performance but I never had any write-ups or disciplinary action against me on file so I don’t know why,” she said. “I went to the Labour office to state my case as I knew I had been unfairly dismissed and I wanted compensation.” (WN)

MALLALIEU ON THE MOVE – Barbados Motoring Federation (BMF) president Andrew Mallalieu is facing a busy few weeks of travelling as he attends three of the next six races on the Grand Prix calendar as an FIA (Federation Internationale de l’Automobile) steward. And his continuing commitment to the work of the world governing body reflects well on the BMF, and on the island, one of the smallest nations affiliated to the FIA. Mallalieu will officiate as a Formula 1 steward at the Austrian GP on July 9, and also, for the first time, as F2 steward, in Monaco (May 27) and Hungary (July 30). In addition to his work as a steward, Mallalieu has been a member of the Rallies Commission, representing North America and the Caribbean, since 2010, a position he was invited to take up by the then-new FIA President Jean Todt, who was keen to involve more younger delegates. He is also a director of NACAM, which encompasses 14 FIA-affiliated countries in the region. (WN)

COVERS SNAG – There is a crisis with the covering of pitches in the Barbados Cricket Association’s (BCA) major competitions because of old and inadequate covers. This was disclosed by BCA director of cricket Steven Leslie yesterday after the majority of first-round matches in last Saturday’s Super Cup 50-over championship ended in no-results due to wet areas, either on the pitch or by the bowlers’ run-ups. “We do have a crisis in Barbados right now with the provision of covers. “I would say that we are in a position where, possibly just a few clubs have what I would consider adequate covers and a large majority, who [have] if not inadequate covers, have covers which certainly are not able to fulfil the requirement of both the pitch and the run-ups,” Leslie said in an interview with WEEKENDSPORT.  (WN)

FOSTER, CHIC CHIC MAKE MARK IN DRESSAGE – Roberta Foster and Chic Chic were winners in the Intermediate 1 class during last weekend’s Dressage competition at Congo Road Equestrian Centre, St Philip. The 2016 second-placed International Equestrian Federation World Dressage Challenge pair, who recently returned from training and competing in the United States for three months, are making their mark, having competed in Prix St George with scores in the 60s. Fifteen-year-old Bree-Anne Hurdle has proven she is the most outstanding junior dressage rider, having achieved successful scores in the high 1960s and 1970s, aboard her mount Vivaldi in the last three competitions at the higher level. She also rode the first level test aboard Rumba, securing a 63.97 per cent, while 12-year-old Indy Jones, who prefers to be in the show jumping ring, competed with Essien in dressage and achieved a score of 63.53 per cent to capture second place. (WN)

YOUNG NETBALLERS SHOW PROMISE – Grantley Prescod registered the biggest scoring margin on court today when the National Sports Council’s Pine Hill Dairy-sponsored Primary Schools Netball Competition continued at the Police Boys and Girls Sports Club. Playing in the Marion Johnson-Hurley and Carolyn Sinckler zone, Grantley Prescod trounced St Gabriel’s 12-1 with goal-shooter Kimberley Phillips scoring seven of ten attempts and Azariah Ashton five of six. Goal-shooter Megan Cyrus shot the lone goal for St Gabriel’s. Meanwhile against St Ambrose Primary, Grantley Prescod shooters were not so free but still managed to pull off the win 2-0 with one goal each from Phillips and Ashton. (BT)

BAJANS SHINE AT WOODBINE – Three Barbadian horsemen were part of the winning connections of the midweek race card at the Woodbine Racetrack Wednesday. Ace veteran jockey Patrick Husbands and his nephew Simon, along long-standing trainer Ricky Griffith logged wins in each of the last three races on the day’s eight-race card at Canada’ premier racing oval. The elder Husbands steered 5-1 chance Conquest Boogaloo to a half-length victory in the CAN $62,300 sixth race, going 1,700 metres on the all-weather track.  (BT)

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