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silenthillmutual · 5 years ago

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what Classic Film(TM) you should watch based on who your fave Danganronpa 1/2 character is

disclaimer - obviously as a film dude i’m gonna say you should watch all of these. but maybe watch the one correlating to your fave first!

Makoto: 12 Angry Men (1957, dir. Sidney Lumet) - strong themes of justice, it’s about a jury trying to determine a man’s guilt. it’s basically what Makoto does for the entire game. you’ll also like it if you’re a fan of Phoenix Wright.

Sayaka: A Star is Born (1954, dir. George Cukor) - it’s all about a girl’s rise to fame and how her relationships change with that. there’s three versions of this film, most recently with Lady Gaga.

Mukuro: Vertigo (1958, dir. Alfred Hitchcock) - themes of murder and hiding your identity, losing yourself to a cause.

Leon: Animal House (1978, dir. John Landis) - a comedy about a fraternity. it’s THE college frat movie and i think Leon would enjoy it a lot.

Chihiro: WarGames (1983, dir. John Badham) - two teenagers might have accidentally started a world war during the cold war by trying to play computer games...fitting for the series, no?

Mondo: On the Waterfront (1954, dir. Elia Kazan) - struggling to do the right thing and being sort of frustrated about your circumstances as they pertain to class and missed opportunities. being dragged into bad situations by family. also Marlon Brando is a bicon and very hot in this movie.

Taka: Rebel Without a Cause (1955, dir. Nicholas Ray) - a lot of turbulent shit happens to three teenagers over the course of 24 hours. one of - if not the first canonically gay teenager on film. i think we all know by now that James Dean was mlm, but so were the director and Sal Mineo. big bi polyam vibes; if you like chishimondo as a ship you’ll probably like this film too.

Hifumi: Akira (1988, dir. Katsuhiro Otomo) - had a hard time figuring out what to put for Hifumi, but overall i think if nothing else he’d appreciate how impressive the animation was (and honestly, still is) along with the fact that the mangaka was also the director. so although there’s a lot cut out (the manga had not finished before the film came out), it’s still roughly the same plot as the manga.

Celes: Dracula (1931, dir. Tod Browning) - probably the most iconic iteration of Bram Stoker’s novel, this is the one staring Bela Lugosi. not terribly true to the novel from what i remember, but it’s peak aesthetic and exactly the kind of thing she’d enjoy.

Sakura: Rashomon (1950, dir. Akira Kurosawa) - finally getting onto films i haven’t actually seen but that are on my list. sakura’s another person i had a hard time deciding on a film for, but the “several characters telling different accounts of the same plot” reminded me a bit of her case in the game.

Hina: West Side Story (1961, dir. Robert Wise & Jerome Robbins) - admittedly i had a different film in mind for her to start with, but Maria’s final monologue fits with Hina’s motivations during Sakura’s case.

Toko: Gone With the Wind (1939, dir. Victor Fleming) - another one i haven’t actually watched yet, but it’s based on a famous novel, described as “epic historical romance.” i think that vibes with Toko pretty well.

Byakuya: Citizen Kane (1941, dir. Orson Welles) - if you’re really interested in film, you’re gonna be made to watch this sooner or later. famous for being the “best film ever made”, it’s more or less about newspaper moguls like William Randolph Hearst - who is also the main reason why this film is famous at all. it’s not exactly a flattering depiction of those kinds of people and boy, did that ever piss Hearst off. if he hadn’t made such a big deal trying to keep Citizen Kane from seeing the light of day, something much better might have made it to the top spot.

Hiro: The Music Man (1962, dir. Morton DaCosta) - based on the Broadway musical of the same name, a “travelling salesman” (read: con artist) starts to work his latest con on a gullible small town, but actually starts liking the people in it.

Kyoko: The Man Who Knew Too Much (1956, dir. Alfred Hitchcock) - not to be confused with the other Hitchcock film from the 30s also titled The Man Who Knew Too Much. this is the one with James Stewart and Doris Day. it’s a highly suspenseful film that gave us the song “Que Sera, Sera (Whatever Will Be, Will Be)”.

Junko: Gaslight (1944, dir. George Cukor) - ever heard the term “gaslighting”? this is where it comes from! based on a play in which a woman’s husband psychologically tortures her into believing she is going insane.

Monokuma: Duck Soup (1933, dir. Leo McCarey) - all Marx Brothers films are as utterly silly (and sometimes as incomprehensible) as one of Monokuma’s MonoTheatres. i watched about half of Duck Soup and had to stop because it was finals week and i was supposed to be doing something other than losing my shit.

Hajime: It’s a Wonderful Life (1946, dir. Frank Capra) - you probably already know this film. if you’re Christian you know it as That Film Your Parents Watch Every Year On Dec 24th Around Midnight. if you have seasonal depression, don’t watch it then; warning for suicidal ideation. it’s supposed to be uplifting. your mileage may vary on that one.

Impostor: To Kill a Mockingbird (1962, dir. Robert Mulligan) - i don’t have a good reason to pair these two up other than gut feeling. as far as film adaptations of books go, it’s pretty damn good, and Atticus Finch is the original DILF. themes of childhood innocence and racism.

Teruteru: Breakfast at Tiffany’s (1961, dir. Blake Edwards) - apparently much different from the novella on which it is based, but i think Teruteru would really dig the aesthetic and romantic vibes of the film. Holly Golightly is probably the original Manic Pixie Dream Girl.

Mahiru: Rear Window (1954, dir. Alfred Hitchcock) - like It’s a Wonderful Life, chances are good you know this film - or at least, you’ve seen its plot recycled a hell of a lot. a professional photographer recovering from a broken leg thinks he witnesses a murder take place and is determined to get to the truth.

Peko: Seven Samurai (1954, dir. Akira Kurosawa) - another one on my to-watch list, but it’s oft referenced and remade in film. a village hires seven ronin to protect them from bandits who will return to steal their crops.

Hiyoko: East of Eden (1955, dir. Elia Kazan) - i’ll be honest here, i didn’t really know what to put for Hiyoko because i’m not sure i understand much about her, but i seem to remember her family playing a pretty big role in her being Like That and for “shitty family” the first two things to come to mind were this and Giant. and unless you like 3-hour long movies about the state of Texas, i’m not about to recommend you watch Giant.

Ibuki: A Night at the Opera (1935, dir. Sam Wood) - another Marx Bros film in which they help a girl both to be with her lover and to achieve her dreams of stardom as an opera singer. the kind of silly, manic thing i think Ibuki would like.

Mikan: The Shining (1980, dir. Stanley Kubrick) - i hate hate hate putting this on here, but since this is for film and not books i couldn’t exactly state to read the book. the book is about the cycle of abuse. the movie is more about... a trapped man going crazy in a spooky hotel.

Nekomaru: It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World (1963, dir. Stanley Kramer) - comedy about five groups of people racing to get to a large sum of money buried by a recently escaped convict they stopped to help out after his car crash. it’s a comedy, and just kinda seemed like Nekomaru’s thing.

Gundham: The Seventh Seal (1957, dir. Ingmar Bergman) - i watched this in like 10th grade and all i really remember is a man playing chess with Death and if that doesn’t say Gundham Tanaka to you, i don’t know what does.

Nagito: North by Northwest (1959, dir. Alfred Hitchcock) - i don’t really have a reason for this one either but it’s a spy film and i think komaeda could get behind that kind of intrigue.

Chiaki: Metropolis (1927, dir. Fritz Lang) - not to be confused with the anime, this is a 1927 German expressionist film that seems to be about socialism and unionization. it’s also famous for its (purposeful) use of the Male Gaze and being one of the first sci-fi films ever made. be warned: it is a silent film.

Sonia: Strangers on a Train (1951, dir. Alfred Hitchcock) - another one of those films you’ll get told to watch if you’re interested in the queer history of film, i was gonna put something else but honestly the character of Barbara kinda reminded me of Sonia. a famous tennis player meets a man on a train who attempts to plan a double-murder with him.

Akane: My Fair Lady (1964, dir. George Cukor) - i was trying so hard not to double up on the post about musicals, but Akane really does have Eliza Doolittle vibes. they’re both feral and nothing would be able to really domesticate them. for whatever it’s worth, this film and the musical on which it is based is itself based on the play Pygmalion, in which your typical rich cishet white dude bets he can turn any street urchin into a real lady because he’s just that good. you might know the plot better as Pretty Woman.

Kazuichi: A Streetcar Named Desire (1951, dir. Elia Kazan) - i don’t really have a good excuse for this one, either; i haven’t even watched it yet (although i have read the play on which it is based). all i’m gonna say is i want Souda to have his gay awakening via Marlon Brando, as we all do.

Fuyuhiko: Casablanca (1942, dir. Michael Curtiz) - despite his love and adoration for Ingrid Bergman, Humphrey Bogart decides fighting Nazis is more important. i think Fuyuhiko would like the aesthetic, and the film. don’t let him know but i think he’d probably cry watching it.

Usami: To Sir, With Love (1967, dir. James Clavell) - issues of race and class intersecting in a film about a teacher working with inner city students. i was going to put Singin’ in the Rain here, because it’s what Usami would want people to watch...but i think this better fits the effect she wants to have as a being.

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archathiums · 6 years ago

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Another abbreviated, watered down, sleep deprived history lesson, but this time it’s all about literally the hottest founding father we have- Alexander Hamilton.

I mean have you seen him on the 10 dollar bill?

Anyways, so this is directly for @alexanderhamiltonlive the boy who deserves someone not trying to shit on him at least 23/7, I mean really. Anyways.

So the Ham man is born in the Caribbean, specifically Nevis, and obviously there’s some real strenuous circumstances, like you know- being born out of wedlock, nearly dying thanks to hurricanes and disease, being orphaned as a child.

You’d think this is enough to make anyone like, turn over and go back to Fucking bed, like “thanks god, I really fucking appreciate it- I’ll try again tomorrow.”

Instead this tiny Ham is so fucking smart, despite the fact the schools were like “no Bastard Orphans allowed.” He starts working for a really shady creep named Cruger and his trading company. And despite having literally no formal education he’s making these adults look like fucking idiots, he’s so smart, he’s like 13 and handling the goddamn finances for a fuckin’ trading company. And garbage boy Cruger is like “shit, I wonder how much money you could make me if you had a formal education.” So they raise money to send Hamilton to the mainland and are like “okay- get smart and come back.”

And Hamilton is like “lol k.” Cause obviously that’s exactly what he’s NOT gonna do.

Anyways, he gets to America, and shows up at King’s college like the lil’ 15 year old twerp he is kicking the door in yelling about graduating early and everyone’s just kind of like “whatever if you want to or something..?” And that’s when he meets Mulligan.

He’s got a bunch of other friends like Robert Troup, but the play doesn’t like them, so we don’t like them.

So the war is finally kicking off, and I like to think Hamilton’s college days were the equivalent of this—as a bunch of frat boys banging on shit in the street, yelling “come at me bro.” At the British.

They join in with a militia with a bunch of other students call themselves the “Hearts of Oak” make up a bunch of drills to practice in preparation. They’re actively fighting and one of my favorite goddamn moments in existence is The Battle of Princeton and just how much nonchalant big dick energy Hamilton radiated when STEALING FUCKING CANONS. I MEAN LITERALLY I NEED TO FIND THE MULLIGAN QUOTE—

‘I was engaged in hauling off one of the cannons, when Mister Hamilton came up and gave me his musket to hold and he took hold of the rope. . . . Hamilton [got] away with the cannon. I left his musket in the Battery and retreated. As he was returning, I met him and he asked for his piece. I told him where I had left it and he went for it, notwithstanding the firing continued, with as much concern as if the [Asia] had not been there.’

Like I’m so fucking?????? JUST waltzed back across into enemy lines to get his fucking gun?? Stops to look st a redcoat like “hey man, nice weather we’re having hear? Good for war.” Casual as fuck.

Anyways, flash forward a bit, Ham man is suddenly like a hot fuckin commodity. His brain and his recklessness has all the military leaders fighting for him as a secretary. Washington ends up winning and boom he’s an Aide-de-camp.

Things a pretty great until pretty boy John Laurens comes in from London like “hi I’m here to fight a war and be gay while doing it.”

They’re disaster gays, or well, Hams a disaster bisexual— but I don’t need to tell everyone how gay it was. We. All. Know.

He’s besties with Lafayette and Laurens. (alexanderhamiltonlive claims he’s kissed Lafayette once, but I have a firm stance on: PICS OR IT DIDNT HAPPEN.)

But point is, they’re called the ‘gay trio’ they’re just fucking besties constantly getting shot and fighting in a war. Lafayette rivals Laurens in just how often one of them gets WIA.

There’s not much I really need to explain in this I feel? We all know he got command of a battalion eventually, and beat some British ass in the battle of Yorktown.

Around this time Hamilton is married to Elizabeth Schuyler. There’s not much to know on where Laurens and Hamilton stood at that point, my firm opinion is that he just— marriage was important in political careers. And Hamilton was poly. we know you can love multiple people.

Now whether or not Laurens was cool with that is a different story, but that’s a different topic.

We win the war!! There’s party poppers everywhere, it’s like a week long party.

Hamilton goes back to school, passes the bar pretty quickly, graduates becomes a lawyer and pretty much single handedly shapes our judicial system. Like he gets credit for being the founding father of our economy but he did so much god damn more. And Hamilton was an excellent lawyer.

But he’s also a little shit who basically went ‘go big or go home.’ And took all the ridiculously hard cases. AND. WON. THEM. He made a name for himself.

So then he goes into working as secretary treasury and spends all his goddamn time arguing with a bunch of old racist white men. And then we have the Reynolds affair which I’m about to get real biased on for a second.

A lot of people give Hamilton flack for being a slut, but I think we’re thinking through the 21st century lense on it. There’s theories that Hamilton was bipolar and manic episodes that can cause you to write over 50 essays in the federalist papers can also impact you negatively.

We know James Reynolds was a con man, we know Hamilton made a mistake, but there’s so many more factors playing into than just Hamilton going “heehee, helpless pretty girl.”

People forget that charisma can be very flirtatious but it doesn’t correlate to lose morals. Hamilton wasn’t a slut, he was a romantic sure- it’s very clear Ham man was the type of person who fell in love ridiculously hard and fast, but we also forget he was human, he made mistakes.

And at the end of the day he did pay for those mistakes.

He didn’t get off scotch free with his affair. There’s too many attributing factors to the affair, it was already a sketchy situation, the bipolar mania and lack of knowledge or study on mental disorders, the level of charisma that Hamilton possessed that made people pay attention to him. Dumbing it down to “Alexander Hamilton is a slut” is just bad critical thinking skills.

We also know Laurens death has a major effect on Hamilton, it shut him off and in some cases made him reckless, but there are things for certain- Alexander Hamilton was not a bad person or father, there are a lot of accounts in writing that show he had the mentality of “kind to my loved ones, vicious to my enemies” and when you’re surrounded by enemies, that’s kind of the only real face you see.

I don’t have to describe the duel, we all know how it went down, Hamilton threw away his shot, Burr shot him and ran away, losing him was losing a great potential

president. Which hella sucks.

#historically queer figures #alexander hamilton #revolutionary war #colonial era #mini biography #i will defend hamilton with my dying breath

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filipfatalattractionrblog · 6 years ago

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in the ’90s, most of the Hollywood entries framed gay issues from the view of straight white protagonists who were looking from a place of intense homophobia. Philadelphia used this for tension. The Birdcage used that same tension for laughs. They were subject matter we were looking at, but not representative of the way the queer community looked back at us. And sadly the ’90s boom of independent films didn’t really mean too much for characters and people who wanted to tell their own stories. For every blip like The Incredibly True Story of Two Girls In Love or Wong Kar Wai’s Happy Together, there were also two dozen “outsider” films that were just more content from the white male majority. The film I think about most in terms of being ahead of its time is Jamie Babbit’s But I’m A Cheerleader (1999), which wasn’t just about representation, but actually criticized the stereotypes of who we think gay people even “are.” The film chronicles the journey of a young blonde cheerleader (the great Natasha Lyonne) who doesn’t understand how she can be gay, and is thus sent to conversion therapy. This strikes me as prescient, not just because the film constantly uses so much social language that is popular now, but because there are two films out this year about the very same subject, Boy Erased and The Miseducation of Cameron Post. The fact that Hollywood is just coming around to conversion therapy narratives 20 years later raises a key point about the media landscape. Not just that the same dire issues are still going on, but that systematic change is fucking hard. Because the pioneering outliers of the ’90s were telling us about the same exact things we’re dealing with now. They were artists trying to punch through a diamond wall of myopia. To make some dent. And hopefully inspire young people to do better in turn. You could find most of the best critical responses to their efforts in academia, especially as it started to change and foster the language of understanding that so many use now. But back in ’90s mainstream criticism? Forget about it. Most social issue movies were dealt with the same dismissive hand wave. Take the early work of John Singleton, where the intersectional aims of Higher Learning were regarded as “heavy handed.” And I specifically remember a teacher saying how he didn’t like how Boyz n the Hood stopped to talk about gentrification because it was “didactic.” Ironically, that moment was the first time someone actually taught me the meaning gentrification. The importance of these messages were getting lost on people. Just like countless films like Julie Dash’s haunting, beautiful masterpiece Daughters of the Dust was lost to people, too. Nothing that truly mattered was being supported. Mostly because everyone was too busy getting caught up in the myopic sneer of white bro superiority. The first popular mainstream way PC culture was portrayed was 1994’s PCU, where everything about it was “lampooned,” which is to say it was treated with disgust. Our frat brother heroes were out to take down all these unfunny minorities who cared about stupid things like representation and their civil rights. Looking back, it obviously feels insipid, but at the time it was absolutely the white status quo that paved the way for shows like South Park. We can say we didn’t know better, but it’s all right there, up on screen. The non-white male population was trying to talk to us and we weren’t listening. Some of it was the knee-jerk myopia, but perhaps some of it was that inner willful desire to keep the status quo. I always think about the moment in 1995’s Goldeneye, where Moneypenny chastises Bond for being a socially-irrelevant dinosaur, but in the end it’s only lip service. The movie, and the society watching it, still wanted Bond to be Bond. We were making a choice about the present and what was being told to us. And it’s still happening.

The Crippling Cultural Ignorance of ’90s Film and TV by Film Critic Hulk

#homophobia #ignorance #gentrification #culture of irrevellance #un-pc assholes #white priviledge #male priviledge #toxic masculinity #inspirations #food for thought

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ittybittypbandj · 7 years ago

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The Internship - Chapter 3

We’re 3 chapters in, team! Halfway there and things are about to get real!

So buckle up, let’s keep going with this multi-chapter Bittyparse fluff-fest, now featuring special guest Angst. 5 chapters, weekly updates. Also on ao3. <3

Fic Summary:

Eric Bittle arrived in New York two weeks ago, newly single and ready for a fresh start. This internship was just what he needed to jumpstart his life.

Kent Parson loved his life in New York. He was at the peak of his NHL career. He had friends, the world’s greatest cat, and everything he thought he needed.

He never expected a small Southern blonde to burst into his life and turn everything on its head.

“Okay, brah, so what happened after that?”

Bitty rolled his eyes and adjusted the laptop resting on his knees. “C’mon, Shitty, I told you this part already. He grabbed my arm so I wouldn’t fall and then stared at me for a minute.”

Shitty cupped his chin in his hand and sighed longingly at the screen. “Fucking love at first sight, my man. Like a scene out of a queer-positive, alternate universe John Hughes movie.”

“You sap,” Lardo snorted, and shoved Shitty’s shoulder. “So what will you do?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you obviously want to bone him and have his hypothetical babies, so what’s the plan?”

Bitty sputtered. He could feel his cheeks blushing and he covered his face with his hands to hide the evidence. This was embarrassing enough as it was.

“I don’t know, guys…I don’t even know if I like him like that.”

Lardo arched one eyebrow.

Shitty leaned offscreen briefly, then reappeared with a joint between his fingers. He waved it at Bitty decisively. “You can’t fool us, little brah. You look super glowy for a dude who just spent two hours with another dude he didn’t like.”

Bitty sighed. He knew it was fibbing to say that he didn’t like Kent. But what was he supposed to do? He didn’t want to lie, but the situation was a mess. Kent was his client. And Jack’s ex. And a hockey player. Apparently Bitty had a type, and his type was Closeted Top Scorers in the Eastern Conference.

He was pretty sure Kent felt something for him, too. He may not have a lot of relationship experience, and goodness knows it took him and Jack long enough to sort out their feelings, but he also wasn’t born yesterday, and Kent’s winks and smiles and lingering stares…well, he could read between those lines.

“Earth to Bitty…hellloooo?”

Bitty looked back at the screen, where Shitty was waving his arms at the camera.

“Look, I like him. Okay? I want to have his – lordy – his hypothetical babies. But he’s Fancy Feline’s client. Isn’t that illegal or somethin’?”

Shitty stroked his mustache. “It could be problematic, I’ll give you that. But it’s only a conflict of interest if it affects the business relationship. As long as you keep it on the DL and don’t, like, grab his ass in meetings – although, the guy does have a handful of handsome ass…maybe a couple handfuls…”

“Shitty!” Bitty cried. His cheeks were seriously going to catch fire.

“Sorry bro. What was I sayin’? Oh, as long as you keep it professional and don’t let it affect your business decisions, I wouldn’t sweat it. Besides, if they transfer you to another department when your internship ends, you’re golden. You can grab all the hot hockey ass you want.”

Bitty leaned his head back against the headboard. What did he even want? He didn’t want to jeopardize this job, goodness knows he needed it for his resumé. But he also wanted Kent. Lord, how he wanted.

Bitty tried to remember the last time he was this infatuated with another person. It was obviously Jack – he and Jack had circled each other for two years before making a move. They’d wasted so much time that they could have spent together. Bitty didn’t want to make that mistake again.

He didn’t have the luxury of time with Kent. At the end of September, his three-month internship would be over. That was only a month away. What if the company didn’t extend his contract? The Rangers’ season would start in October, and it’s not like Kent would have loads of free time. If Bitty didn’t give him a reason to make time, they might never see each other again.

Lardo leaned in and eyed the screen as she said, “You’re thinking awfully hard, Bits. Care to share?”

Bitty nodded to himself, decision made.

“I’m gonna go for it.”

Shitty whooped and Lardo smirked.

“Shitty, you��re right. I reckon we can keep it professional, and I don’t wanna lose my chance by waiting. If he’s interested – and that’s a big if.” Bitty pointed at the camera for emphasis. “If he’s interested, I want to give it a shot.”

_/_/_/ \_\_\_

Kent’s phone buzzed for the fifth time in an hour. It was from Eric, another chirp about the episode of Chopped they were both watching. Kent grinned and tucked his toes under Kit’s couch cushion as he typed a reply.

Somehow, ever since their meeting in the café, Kent and Eric had gone from business acquaintances who occasionally texted, to text acquaintances who occasionally talked business. Kent was totally down for the shift. He hadn’t seen Eric in person since then – his schedule had gotten crazy and he knew Eric was swamped with his job – but he was already imagining the things they would do the next time they saw each other.

It was super lame to be crushing this hard on someone he hardly knew. He was almost thirty, for god’s sake, and he probably should have wised up a decade ago. But you know what, fuck it. He’d wasted most of his twenties pining after a teenage heartbreak. He was a grown-ass dude now and he could do what he wanted.

Kent: i found where we should go to our next meeting thingy

Eric: Our monthly touchbase? That’s great! Where?

Kent: i’m not telling. it’s a surprise

Eric: Ok lol, how am I supposed to get there?

Kent: i’ll pick u up

Kent: lambo or r8?

Eric: Bless you

Kent: cool, r8 it is

Eric: [puzzled emoji]

Kent: [sportscar emoji] [thumbs-up emoji] [sunglasses emoji]

Kent set his phone on the table when it became clear Eric wasn’t replying right away. He snuggled further down the couch, and Kit stretched out on her cushion like she was trying to protect her space from his feet. Kent’s legs were sore from a grueling practice today, and it felt good to relax at home.

Kent’s phone buzzed and he grabbed for it. That would be Eric, chirping him about his flashy cars.

Jack: Hi Kent. Ready for pre-season?

Definitely not Eric. That was cool, he could roll with the punches.

Kent: hey zimms

Jack: When is your first game?

Kent: next saturday at home, then leave for a 2-game roadie in cali

Kent: u?

Jack: We play the Isles next Friday

Kent: cool

Eric: how on earth you justify TWO sports cars in NYC, I’ll never know. smh.

Kent’s stomach did a little flip at seeing Eric’s name on the screen.

Kent: three

Kent: sports cars, that is. if u count the beamer

Eric: Lord, where do you even park them?

Eric: Also what day is good to meet? How 'bout Saturday?

Jack: Would you want to meet up this weekend? We’ll be in New York until Saturday afternoon.

Jack: It would be nice to see you.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.

Kent muted the television. He needed to think right now, and he couldn’t do it with Ted Allen describing kumquat soup in the background. Fucking hell. Of course Eric and Jack wanted to meet on the same goddamn weekend. Kent’s life was basically a Lifetime movie. He scrubbed his face with his hands and weighed his options.

He really wanted to see Eric. That was a given. Eric made him feel weirdly happy. It was the first time in forever that he’d felt this optimistic about someone.

And Zimms…Kent hadn’t hung out with Jack since the doomed frat party of 2014, not unless you counted the small talk at galas and awards ceremonies. He didn’t even know what they had in common anymore other than hockey. It might be totally weird, but meeting up was part of his Being-Friends-With-Jack Master Plan, and he still wanted to be friends, even if it required super awkward hangout time.

A niggling part of Kent’s brain was worried that seeing Jack would dredge up old feelings. Kent was doing fine now, doing great actually, but when Jack had called him ‘Kenny’ last month, his brain had gone totally haywire. What if seeing him was like that, but a million times worse? What if he fell hopelessly in love again?

Kent flopped across the couch and onto Kit, trapping her with his arms and nuzzling his face into her side.

“Tell me what to do, baby girl.”

Kit twisted like a goalie blocking a wraparound and jumped free of Kent’s arms. He watched her disappear into the bedroom.

“I see how it is!” Kent called after her.

His phone buzzed. Crap, he probably should have texted Eric and Zimms back like five minutes ago.

Eric: I'm also free Thursday or Friday

Kent’s stomach swooped. Before he could answer, his phone dinged again.

Jack: I’m sorry if that was overstepping.

Jack: I understand if you don’t want to meet up.

Kent noticed that his stomach didn’t do any swoopy-feelings at seeing Jack’s name on his phone. Huh. That was a good sign, right?

Eric: Basically I have no life yet in this city........ :/

Kent felt the swoopy feeling again. Yep, he definitely only felt it for Eric. Taking it as a sign from the Lifetime movie gods, he replied,

Kent: how's thursday? gotta get my beauty sleep friday and saturdays the game

Eric: Thursday's great! 6pm?

Eric: Y'know, can we make it 7pm instead?

Kent: 7 is perf. text me ur address

And to Jack,

Kent: sure zimms, let’s meet sat morning

Kent unmuted the television and stretched his legs along the full length of the couch. The upholstery was warm where Kit had been sleeping.

Now would probably be a good time to tell Jack and Eric about each other. He was pretty sure adults were supposed to tell each other about being friends with exes, although he’d never been in that situation. It seemed like an upstanding thing that a real adult would do.

But what would he say to Jack that wouldn’t scare him away? And more importantly, what would he say to Eric that wouldn’t be a total buzzkill for whatever feelings Eric potentially had for him?

He stared vacantly at the TV. If he told Eric about Jack, and then Jack decided to ghost him again, he’d ruin his chances with Eric for nothing. His and Jack’s track record of being friends wasn’t exactly stellar. Hanging out with Jack might be awkward and he'd bail after an hour. Surely that wouldn’t warrant telling Eric about. And if it went well, Kent would have plenty of time to tell him later. Right?

Kent nodded at his own logic. He would wait to tell them. It would be fine.

Everything would be fine.

_/_/_/ \_\_\_

“…I’ve been here all night….I’ve been here all daaaay…and boy you got me walkin’ side to side…”

Bitty swayed his hips and sang along over the hairdryer.

He’d been looking forward to this meeting all week. If he was being honest, it was a work meeting only in name. He’d transferred his work files to his phone so he wouldn’t need a laptop. He’d pushed the start time to 7pm so they wouldn’t hit happy hour. He wanted to have the luxury to take things slowly, to suggest dinner or more drinks without the pressure of happy hour ending at seven.

He stepped back from the mirror and gave himself a come-hither look. Should he add eyeliner?

He grabbed his phone off the toilet back.

Bitty: eyeliner??

Lardo: yasss

Bitty: [blowing kiss emoji]

He closed one eye, stuck out his tongue in concentration, and started to apply.

At 7:05, Bitty’s front door buzzed. Kent was downstairs, leaning against a royal blue Audi. He flashed Bitty a smile as he opened the passenger door, then walked to the other side and slid into the driver’s seat. When he pressed the ignition, the powerful engine settled into a deep purr.

“You ready to start your New York education?”

As they crossed the Manhattan Bridge and drove into lower Manhattan, Bitty’s leg bounced restlessly. He forced himself to sit still and squeezed his fingers together in his lap. Kent was right here, and he was so much hotter than Bitty remembered. It was hard to be around him without staring; everything about him felt electric. Eric willed his dick to ignore the observation. His skinny khakis wouldn’t exactly hide an erection.

They pulled up to a swanky hotel and a uniformed man opened Bitty’s door. Kent gave instructions to the valet and handed her a folded bill.

“Is this where we’re going?”

“Nah, we’re just parking. The Dominick does good valet service.” Kent grinned and motioned for Bitty to follow him down the block. “You’ll see. We’re going to a real New York institution.”

The location Kent had picked for their date (meeting, Bitty scolded himself) turned out to be a 1960’s tiki bar that had been in business for fifty years. Kent peppered Bitty with details about local history as they made their way to the bar.

The interior of the bar was dark and hazy. The ceiling was completely covered with autographed dollar bills pushed into the ceiling with drink umbrellas; Kent pointed out his own name, and Bitty politely pretended he could see it in the mass of bills. Surfing movies played on a TV in the corner, vintage posters covered the walls, and everything was covered in a fine film of dust.

Kent ordered drinks – two variations of something fruity and blended, garnished with pineapple – and he let Bitty try both and pick his favorite. They slid into a mostly-hidden back booth. Bitty noticed the bill Kent slipped the bartender, and the ‘Reserved’ sign the bartender removed from the tabletop before they took their seats.

Bitty couldn’t help feeling a little bit awed at the way Kent spent money. Jack and Kent both made a lot of money playing hockey (Kent made two million more, not that Bitty’d checked, that wouldn’t be polite). But they spent it so differently. Jack was reserved and cautious, investing in real estate and vehicles with good mileage and safety records. Kent spent money like it was water. He seemed to view money as a means to solve problems and enjoy himself. After years of coexisting with Jack, Bitty found Kent’s largesse exciting.

As they sipped their drinks, the conversation was light and easy. Bitty leaned into Kent’s space and listened to him describe his favorite New York restaurants. They traded stories and chirps until their glasses were empty and Kent hailed a waiter.

“Another?”

Bitty grinned and nodded. His limbs felt loose and warm. Lordy, he couldn’t even taste the rum in these drinks.

When their refills arrived, Bitty leaned forward to taste Kent’s drink and used the movement as an excuse to shift his knee so that it pressed against Kent’s under the table. Kent glanced up sharply. He didn’t move away. Bitty’s stomach did somersaults.

The thing Bitty loved about conversations with Kent, is how he felt like an equal in them. He didn’t feel young or inexperienced or like an object of adoration – although watching the way Kent’s eyes tracked him as he talked, maybe there was a little of that, too. But he felt like an adult and an equal. Bitty had as many stories to share as Kent did, and Kent seemed genuinely interested in them. He asked follow-up questions about Bitty’s job. He whistled at Bitty’s recounting of the Jam Fiasco of 2015. Bitty thrived on the attention.

By the time they finished their second drinks, Bitty had his hand on Kent’s forearm as Kent regaled him with an embarrassing story of him and his old teammate, Jeff Troy, at a state fair. Bitty gasped as Kent concluded the story by miming a bin of stuffed animals falling on top of them.

“Oh my!” Bitty exclaimed. “Thank goodness y’all were alright.”

Kent looked down at Bitty’s arm, opened his mouth to say something else, closed it again. Bitty was suddenly very aware of the places their bodies were touching.

Feeling brave, he traced his finger down Kent’s arm to his wrist, following a vein just below the skin. Kent inhaled. He watched Kent’s lips, parted slightly with his breath. Bitty wanted to kiss him so badly. He felt invincible from the alcohol and Kent’s attention.

Before he could lose his nerve, he leaned forward and pressed his mouth to Kent’s.

The kiss was gentle and lasted only a few seconds. Kent moved his lips against Bitty’s, hesitantly, chastely. To an outsider it probably looked innocent enough, and before Bitty could lose himself in the moment, Kent pulled away.

“Not here,” he breathed.

Bitty leaned back. Oh lord, how had he forgotten? Kent was famous in this city and he wasn’t out. There could be cameras anywhere. Kent could be outed on Deadspin tomorrow and it would be so awful for his career. Bitty pressed his hands to his face. Goodness, he’d been so selfish.

Kent looked at Bitty with concern. Bitty could feel the flush of embarrassment rising in his cheeks.

“It’s okay,” Kent whispered, “I…I want to, just…later?” He cocked his head to one side and asked in a normal volume, “How about we get some food?”

Bitty nodded, still feeling horrified. Things had been going so well, and he totally messed it up with his stupid recklessness.

They closed their tab and walked outside into the warm September night.

_/_/_/ \_\_\_

“So, uh, is pizza okay? I had a place picked out, but we could find somewhere else if pizza after Mai Tais is a no-go.”

Kent looked at Eric hopefully, wishing he could turn the dial back ten minutes and put the wide, happy grin back on Eric’s face.

“Pizza’s fine.”

Kent tried a new conversation topic. “Got any plans after your internship ends? It must be soon, right?”

Eric nodded. “I think they might give me an offer in a different department, outside the Pet division. I’ve had a couple interviews.” Kent nodded as Eric got into the rhythm of the conversation and started to sound more like himself. ��Of course, I want to move to the magazine – Home Cooking, they sell it in supermarket checkouts?” Eric glanced over and Kent made a noise like he’d heard of it, “but it’s so darn competitive. I don’t know where I’ll end up.”

Kent half-smiled. He was happy for Eric, even if it blew that he wouldn’t work with Kent and Kit anymore. He’d known from the beginning that Eric’s internship was temporary. He wondered if it would be appropriate to send a letter of recommendation to someone about the food magazine. He’d seen firsthand how good Eric was at his job. The company would be crazy to let him get away. He filed the thought away for later.

“Will you stay in New York?”

Eric nodded and looked around him in a way that made Kent imagine he was assessing the worthiness of all New York City.

“Yeah, the city’s growin’ on me. The company’s based here. And I’ve made some friends,” he turned and met Kent’s eyes, “I’d feel like I missed out if I left now.”

They lingered over pizza at the little restaurant Kent picked out. Eric perked up after a slice of margherita pizza and a coke. He asked Kent all about this year’s team and how Kent felt about their chances in the preseason.

Kent couldn’t stop looking at Eric’s eyes. They looked fucking beautiful, warm honey brown ringed with dark lashes, and it was all Kent could do to keep his hands to himself. He wished they were somewhere private so he could kiss him again. He wanted to feel Eric’s fingertips on his arm again, to lean into his kiss instead of having to pull away. Would Eric be down for it if Kent asked him to come back to his place? What if he was hella offended? He was Southern, did that make a difference? He should have googled this shit beforehand.

Kent waited until they were back on the sidewalk, strolling away from the restaurant with no particular destination, to ask the question.

“Uh, so, I only live a few blocks from here. It’s a nice night…do you, um, maybe want to walk back to my place and leave the car? I can hire you a ride back to Brooklyn whenever you want.”

He could see Eric blush in the yellow light of the streetlamp. It hadn't been his smoothest line, and he hoped he’d read the situation right.

“I wouldn’t be a bother? Don’t you have early practice?”

“You could never be a bother.”

Kent cringed. Welcome to Cheesy McCheesetown, population him.

Eric smiled tenderly, apparently not noticing Kent’s total lack of cool.

“Well, then. I’d love that.”

Kent grinned. His chest felt lighter than it had in months. Eric liked him. Eric wanted to spend time with him and kiss him and come back to his place and hopefully do other things with him. He felt like he’d won the fucking lottery.

They started walking. Kent looked quickly behind them to see that the street was deserted, then reached out and traced his index finger down the outside of Eric's hand. Eric moved his hand closer and pressed their fingertips together. Kent's face felt warm. He felt like a giddy teenager walking home after the homecoming dance, not that he'd ever had a homecoming. He briefly squeezed their fingers together.

When they reached his building, Eric casually put his hands in his pockets as he followed him inside. He stood off to the side, typing on his phone, as Kent asked the concierge to retrieve his car from SoHo; and Kent remembered that Eric had done this before.

Eric knew how to date a famous athlete in the closet. This wasn’t his first time looking unobtrusive in the lobby of a condo building. It was a very specific skill set, and Kent wanted to fight every homophobe who'd made it so Eric needed to learn those skills in the first place. He deserved so much better. Although he had to admit, not many people knew how exhausting it was for guys like Kent and Jack to keep up the bro-ey pretense of heterosexuality, and it felt really fucking good that Eric understood.

Kent nearly vibrated out of his skin as they rode the elevator up to Kent’s apartment. He kept his hands shoved in his jeans pockets, trying not to look nervous.

As soon as the apartment door closed, he turned to Eric and gingerly took his face in both hands. Eric stared up at him, eyes dark.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked.

Eric grinned without answering, then leaned forward and pressed his lips against Kent’s. Kent tried not to moan at finally getting the contact he’d wanted all night. He brushed his tongue inside Eric’s mouth, relishing the hot wetness. He ran his fingers up through Eric’s hair and smelled his coconut shampoo.

Kent hummed in encouragement as Eric wound his hands around Kent’s back and down over his ass. He squeezed playfully, smiling against Kent’s lips, then pulled away just enough that Kent stopped and looked at him questioningly. When Eric seemed satisfied that he had Kent’s attention, he pushed Kent backward with more strength than Kent would have expected, pressing him against the wall of the entryway and bracing him in place with a hand on each of his hips.

“This okay, hon?” Eric asked through his lashes.

Jesus fucking Christ. “More than okay.”

Eric kissed him again, deep and filthy. A shiver ran down the whole length of Kent’s body, and he instantly felt himself go from mildly aroused to hard as a fucking rock.

A small chirp sounded from behind them. Kent groaned.

He turned his face away from Eric’s lips and grumbled, “Go away, Kit. I’ll feed you later.”

Another chirp. This time Kit came right up to them and butted her head against Kent’s shinbone, annoyed. Kent wondered if locking her in the guest bath would be considered animal cruelty. He sighed and relented.

“Sorry, Eric, I forgot. I usually feed her right when I get home.”

Eric gave him an amused little smirk. “You’d better get on that, Mister Parson. She looks mighty displeased.”

“I’ll be back in two minutes.” He leaned forward and kissed the smirk off Eric’s face with quick, silly, closed-mouth kisses. Eric laughed and squirmed away.

Kent ran to the kitchen and proceeded to set a land speed record for preparing cat food. When he finished, he found Eric in the living room with all the lights turned off, watching the city from the wall-to-wall windows. The night skyline of Manhattan lit up his face in a warm yellow glow. Kent stood behind him and circled his arms around his waist, resting his chin on Eric’s shoulder.

“Amazing, isn’t it?”

Eric half-laughed, half-sighed. “If you’d told sixteen-year-old me that in a handful of years I would be living in New York City, making it on my own, enjoying dinner and drinks and this,” he gestured pointedly between Kent and himself, “with a hot NHL star...I would’ve said you were downright crazy.”

Kent smiled and trailed little kisses down the back of Eric’s neck, feeling pleased with himself when he felt Eric shiver. “C’mon,” he whispered into Eric’s ear.

“Hmm?”

Kent slid his hands over Eric’s torso, brushing the exposed skin at the waistband of his khakis. “Come with me. I know a few things we could do that would make sixteen-year-old Eric blush.”

Eric snorted. “Oh my god, Kent, that line was awful.”

Kent grinned. “Did it work?”

Eric just laughed, full and throaty, and pulled Kent in the direction of the bedroom.

“Uuuugggghhhh.”

Kent groped around on the bedside table for his phone. Why the fuck was his alarm going off? It was so goddamn early. How was anyone awake at this ungodly hour?

He turned off the offending alarm and reached out for Eric, but the bed next to him was empty.

Kent was immediately awake. He sat up.

When had Eric left? Oh god, had he done something to offend him? He tried to recall what would have upset Eric enough for him to leave, but nothing stood out. The last thing he remembered from the night before was both of them crawling under the sheets, post-orgasm, and Eric laying his hand on Kent's chest as they passed out.

He scrubbed his hands over his face and looked around. A little yellow sticky note sat next to his phone.

Kent,

I had so much fun last night.

I left early, needed a shower & clothes before work.

Kick ass in your game.

<3 EB

_/_/_/ \_\_\_

Bitty scrambled for his phone when it buzzed, praying it would be Kent. He’d had two false alarms already this morning – a good-morning note from his mama and a string of eggplant emojis from Shitty.

Kent: my pillow smells like you

Bitty: [blushing emoji] you got my note?

Kent: i did

Bitty: Sorry I had to run, I forgot we had a team meeting at 8 and I kinda needed a shower

Kent: heh yeah

Kent: i mean, if you’d let me swallow like i was planning to

Bitty: Oh lordy

Kent: but nooo, u wanted it on my abs

Bitty: Kent Parson

Kent: and then it got everywhere

Bitty: We are not having this conversation while I’m sittin’ in a SHARED cubicle

Kent: [smiling devil emoji] [winking kiss emoji]

Bitty swiveled his chair so he faced away from his cubicle-mate. He hunched over the screen and reread Kent’s texts, beaming like an idiot.

Bitty: Will I see you before your roadie?

Kent: probably not

Kent: we have practice & team photos today, game tmrw, then hit the road right after

Bitty: :( :( :(

Kent: I’d love to meet up next weekend after i’m back

Bitty: I’d like that :D

Bitty: Btw you earned serious baked goods last night

Kent: i live to please [cherub emoji]

Kent: and my favorite flavor is blueberry

Blueberry. Hmm. Bitty had all sorts of blueberry recipes he could bake for Kent. If he stopped by Whole Foods on his way home from work, he could whip up a batch of blueberry mini crumbles easy-peasy. Or maybe the blueberry brie tartlets the boys had been so fond of at the Haus? He opened his browser to research recipes.

It was a bummer that Kent couldn’t hang out until next week. Bitty had no plans tonight and baking would take his mind off the excitement of the last couple days.

That’s alright, he could wait until next week.

He could wait.

If he stopped on his way home and picked up some blueberries, surely that was alright.

If he washed the blueberries and set the butter out to room temperature, that was just smart preparation.

Well, as long as everything was out, he might as well make a little somethin'.

Two batches of mini crumbles, two batches of tartlets, and one batch of sweet potato cat treats later, Bitty finally felt calm enough to crawl into bed. He knew Kent would be busy tomorrow, but he could drop by quickly and give Kent the baked goods and a good-luck kiss. He wouldn’t even have to go inside. It would be sweet and perfect.

The next morning, Bitty tied two bakery boxes with twine and a little note; presentation was important. Kent had said their practice was over at 10, so at 10:30 he skipped up the front steps of Kent’s building and set down his boxes in the lobby.

Bitty: Hi hon, are you home?

Kent: hi what’s up?

Bitty: I have a surprise for you [winking kissy face]

Kent: ??

Bitty: Let me up and I can show you [winking emoji]

Kent: how about I come downstairs to u?

Bitty: Oh don’t you worry, this won’t take but a minute

Bitty: I don’t mind makin’ the trip

Kent: that’s ok you don’t have to

Kent: i can come down

Kent: i don’t mind

Kent: eric?

Bitty hopped into the elevator with a woman holding a Pomeranian, pushing the button for Kent’s floor after she’d swiped her keycard. He smiled in what he hoped looked like a friendly-not-intruder way. Kent was so silly. He didn’t mind coming up at all. No reason Kent should have to interrupt his routine for Bitty.

Bitty knocked on Kent’s door and Kent opened it right away, like he’d been waiting for him. He had on basketball shorts and a Rangers t-shirt. His hair was sweaty. He didn’t invite Bitty in.

“Hey Eric, I didn’t expect you today.”

“Oh honey, I was just in the area and thought I’d drop off a little somethin’ for the boys on your roadie.”

Bitty handed Kent the packages and Kent smiled as he sniffed appreciatively. He turned briefly to listen to something in the other room, and his smile faded. He turned back to Bitty.

“That’s really cool, man. Thanks.”

Bitty started to wish him good luck, but he stopped when he thought he heard…was that footsteps?

Kent jumped in, “Sorry I couldn’t hang out today, I just–”

“Parse, where are the bowls?”

A tall, dark-haired man in running shorts and yellow sneakers walked into the entryway holding a box of cereal. He froze when he saw Bitty.

Bitty’s heart stopped. “Jack?”

“Bittle.”

Bitty backed away, clutching his phone to his chest. What was happening? He couldn’t breathe. Why was Jack here? From somewhere far away, he heard Kent saying his name.

He turned and ran.

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chicagocityfclanspromoblog · 4 years ago

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Austin Semler → Grant Gustin → Coyote

→ Basic Information

Age: 62

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Born or Made: Born

Birthday: September 26th

Zodiac Sign: Virgo

Religion: Non-religious

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→ His Personal Facts

Occupation: Photographer

Scars: None

Tattoos: None

Two Likes: Fine-Art Photography and Continuous Education

Two Dislikes: Sleep Apnea and Whining

Two Fears: Heart Attacks and his Immortality

Two Hobbies: Double-Exposure Photography and Acroyoga (with Edith)

Three Positive Traits: Enterprising, Compartmentalizing, Well-Connected

Three Negative Traits: Cold, Overcritical, Cunning

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Parent Names:

Bruce Semler (Father): Regina and Bruce were really young and struggling when Austin was born. They were writers for the paper and always struggling to meet deadlines or working extra side jobs to bring home enough money to pay the bills. They’ve always been very open about not being able to afford another kid whenever Austin asked about having a little brother or sister; especially after taking in Tiffany. That was the fact until Regina and Bruce received a big break and started to climb the ladder at work. Approximately, 14 years ago Austin’s parents decided they wanted to give parenting another go, being more financially stable for it, and able to ‘do things right’ this time around. Instead of including Austin into their plans, Regina and Bruce have deemed him his siblings uncle, and walk around like a happy family without him.

Regina Semler (Mother): Regina and Bruce were really young and struggling when Austin was born. They were writers for the paper and always struggling to meet deadlines or working extra side jobs to bring home enough money to pay the bills. They’ve always been very open about not being able to afford another kid whenever Austin asked about having a little brother or sister; especially after taking in Tiffany. That was the fact until Regina and Bruce received a big break and started to climb the ladder at work. Approximately, 14 years ago Austin’s parents decided they wanted to give parenting another go, being more financially stable for it, and able to ‘do things right’ this time around. Instead of including Austin into their plans, Regina and Bruce have deemed him his siblings uncle, and walk around like a happy family without him.

Sibling Names:

Michael Semler (Brother): Austin siblings were born nearly 50 years after him and they barely talk. Mike has just turned 12 years old, Cedric and Calvin’s triplet brother, and thinks that Austin is his uncle. It’s what Bruce and Regina wanted.

Cedric Semler (Brother): Austin siblings were born nearly 50 years after him and they barely talk. Cedric has just turned 12 years old, Michael and Calvin’s triplet brother, and thinks that Austin is his uncle. It’s what Bruce and Regina wanted.

Calvin Semler (Brother): Austin siblings were born nearly 50 years after him and they barely talk. Calvin has just turned 12 years old, Michael and Cedric’s triplet brother, and thinks that Austin is his uncle. It’s what Bruce and Regina wanted.

Tiffany Semler (Adopted Sister): Tiffany’s parents were best friends with Bruce and Regina. They died in a car crash when Tiffany and Austin were still toddlers, and Austin parents decided to take her in as their own since she was a coyote shifter too. Tiffany and Austin are close and she is also a photographer.

Children Names:

None

Romantic Connections:

Edith Walker (Girlfriend): Edith blew his mind when she walked into the pack a few years ago. She was brilliant and gorgeous but immediately began dating another coyote in the pack. Austin settled for being friends, and they grew close over the last 3 years. She was a hard hitting journalist from DC who apparently moved to be closer to her sister. Percy leapt at the chance of getting her as a nightly correspondent and eventually gave her her own show. She was just as interested in knowledge as he was, and they could talk for hours about minute ideas and topics. About a month ago, she broke up with her boyfriend and immediately went to his apartment and confessed she’d always been interested in him, but did not want to create bad blood in the pack. It felt like a movie, and Austin doesn’t quite believe he gets to wake up next to her.

Platonic Connections:

Elizabeth ‘Liz’ Snow (Friend): Liz was Austin’s first boss at the publication house and a cheerleader for him his whole career. She trusts him to be her eyes and ears on trend and since he’s progressed at the company, they’ve become friends.

Simon Brodeur (Friendly): Anton started bringing both he and Simon together when they hung out. Austin had never really paid much attention to the dingo, but once Anton pointed out how touch starved and alone Simon must feel, he felt the need to reach out more to his pack member. He’s started clapping him on the back and has invited him out to lunch a few times.

Isla Johns (Friend): He worked with Isla before she made EIC and switched publications. She did much of the editing and writing for his pieces, while he did the photographs. They became quick friends during their time together, and he was the one to introduce her to Lee. He’s not sure whether he regrets that decision, especially when the two are “off” again.

Tim Boaz (Best Friend): The twins went to school with Austin and the three quickly became best friends. He’s known them his whole life, and LeeAnne and Griffin treated him like the third brother. They were constantly a set of three, and Austin can’t imagine himself without them. They all have a tendency to feed one another’s bad habits, and usually get into trouble when the three of them go out. Still he wouldn’t trade them for anything.

Lee Boaz (Best Friend): The twins went to school with Austin and the three quickly became best friends. He’s known them his whole life, and LeeAnne and Griffin treated him like the third brother. They were constantly a set of three, and Austin can’t imagine himself without them. They all have a tendency to feed one another’s bad habits, and usually get into trouble when the three of them go out. Still he wouldn’t trade them for anything.

Emmanuel Flores (Acquaintances): He knows that Emmanuel thinks it’s partially his fault for the article that outed him. It’s not, and Anton is encouraging both of them to bury the hatchet so that the “coyote bros” as Anton calls it, can hang all together.

Anton Kowalski (Bro): Austin hasn’t quite felt the same connection that he has with Anton, with any other friend. He’s always been the third wheel, whether with the Boaz twins or his own blood siblings. Anton feels like his actual brother, and makes him proud to be a coyote. He’s good at encouraging his good qualities and calling him out on his bad ones.

Seth Allen (Friendly): He only started hanging out with Seth due to his friendship with Anton. They don’t quite have the same senses of humor, but they have seen each other around campus and have begun to hang out without Anton being there.

Anya Grace (Fun): Austin has been flirting with Anya for fun. He was bored during a break in their classes one night and caught her shooting looks at him. Austin doesn’t date non-coyotes or non-wolves, and isn’t interested in changing anyone. Still, he’d rather her flirt with him over the Colt guy.

Ashley Malone (Good Friend): At the beginning, Austin wasn’t sure whether he liked the idea of having a warlock in his class. He contemplated changing out when Ashley called him on his crap, “psyching” him right before a class. They ditched and ended up having a long discussion. She was the first person who read him, that he didn’t reply to with anger. They’ve become good friends, and she knows more of his secrets than even the twins.

Tom Mills (Friend): Austin likes Tom, but he doesn’t try to get too close to humans. Of course that may be less of a problem soon, especially since he’s seen rats following Mills around. He recently offered him a job at the magazine to help him build his portfolio, instead of plowing potato fields back in Idaho.

Simone Campbell (Classmate): Austin briefly thought Simone was a new wolf when he went into Anonymous for a drink. Interested, he began to flirt with her before quickly realizing she was human. He’s not sure whether she remembers it or not, but she always treats him a little coolly.

Breha Kaur (Friendly): Breha compliments his photos often. She can be snooty and pompous most of the time so they aren’t very close, but he is more than happy to take the compliments.

Hostile Connections:

Milo Vasu (Dislike): Milo obviously hates Ashley and Austin but they have no idea why. The frat boy is constantly harassing them in class, the hallways or university events. Austin wants to show him how evil he can be but has been refining himself. Unknowingly, Seth has told him a little about Milo and Austin is planning on convincing Tim to write a piece on Kimberly Vasu’s softball team, so he can head out there to take photos for said piece. Austin is sure that being in close proximity to Milo’s younger sibling will drive him insane enough to throw the first punch, giving Austin the freedom and undeniable to mess his life up.

Megan Colt (Dislike): Megan has tried to blackmail Austin into becoming an informant and Austin has been playing the part but he has also confessed his sins to Liz making the blackmail obsolete. Instead, Austin has been working with Liz and a few human shifters to gain information about the Colts and who they could possibly be targeting next. Austin wants Liz to give him more leeway in order to find out more information related to the death of Lilah Reddy, Simon’s mate.

Pets:

None

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butdoeslunalovegood · 7 years ago

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Can we talk about how Alex only does anything impulsive when he's with Elliot in the movie? Like he's literally such an anal-retentive (love how I remember that word the day AFTER my psychology exam), meticulously planning everything - even when he "impulsively" gets pulled in to going to the frat party, he still gets changed and takes forever to develop some McStraight Traits with a side order of crazy toxic masculinity before they go 😂 These moments were just so cute like:

The first time they met and he just randomly got high for the first time and hung out with Elliot and Gretchen (?)

On the day deciding to go to a concert

The first kiss initiated by Alex was craz y cute

The second kiss at prom !!

I stan an uptight queen letting go of inhibitions !!

Basically, I know the movie had issues. It uses a goddamn extended animal metaphor in it's opening scene that feels more like the YA teen movie (Alex:"omg my friends are so horny!!" Friends:"lmao fuck I had sex this one time") like it's basically stating it's going to be tiresome. And, obviously, the film did seem like bierasure because of the way the concept was dismissed and stereotyped confusion with being bisexual -, but people are confused sometumes and some people come oht quite a few times until they figure out how they actually feel. Alex literally couldn't hold a boner without thinking about a dude so - at the most - I saw him as biromantic homosexual. Obviously some issues were never addressed, like the misunderstanding of words and Dell's character in general. It was 100% a mess of disney channel and then adult viewing. And white people. Lots of white people. Also Elliot disappeared for like half the movie um???

But you know what? It was a movie completely focused on the teen experience - JOHN HUGHES BUT WITH ACTUAL GAY REPRESENTATION. It looked at how being gay can be so confusing when you have very strong sensitive relationships with someone of the opposite gender and you're just not sure where they fit in your sexuality. Claire was sympathetic; she fell in love with someone that couldn't love her back. Elliot was adorable - and they didn't shy away from making his crush obvious, even if Alex identities as straight. I don't know about you guys but, as a queer woman, I'm still genuinely scared of ever showing I have a crush on someone like straight people can so easily do, because I don't want to scare them off with my "gayness". Maybe it's just a me thing but when I want to be with someone I usually just become their friends for the rest of my life because I don't want to fall into the category of what people perceive me to be sometimes - a scary gay girl that crushes on you so you can't be friends. Elliot was so not that and I freaking loved that. He was so happy in his own skin and I think that made a brilliant contrast to Alex in all the important ways. I like how it focused on genuine, awkward teen issues like having sex. THAT SHIT IS AWKWARD at least for the first time - plus, account for the fact you're not even attracted to the person you're having sex with. Yeah. Not a fun time. (Been there bro). And Strangelove was created by a wonderful gay director who stuck with the script for ten years because he refused to change it to include a large adult role !! What a legend !!

I love Alex Strangelove. I appreciate it's not a trailblazing movie bulldozing any competition, but it's better than Kissing Booth and it's does have a sweet, fuzzy element while still maintaining adult themes. Love, Simon is definetly a better watch even with its PG-13 appeal but I don't hate the movie and I understand what it was trying to do. I mostly enjoyed it minus the cringworthiness sometimes. 😆 - Bet you weren't expecting this to turn into a rant, huh?

#alex #alex strangelove #alex truelove #alex x elliot #alex and elliot #netflix #lgbt #lgbtnetflix #love simon #lgbtmovies #gay #i love it

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chicagocityofclans · 4 years ago

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Austin Semler → Grant Gustin → Coyote

→ Basic Information

Age: 62

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Born or Made: Born

Birthday: September 26th

Zodiac Sign: Virgo

Religion: Non-religious

→ His Personality (one to two paragraphs)

→ His Personal Facts

Occupation: Photographer

Scars: None

Tattoos: None

Two Likes: Fine-Art Photography and Continuous Education

Two Dislikes: Sleep Apnea and Whining

Two Fears: Heart Attacks and his Immortality

Two Hobbies: Double-Exposure Photography and Acroyoga (with Edith)

Three Positive Traits: Enterprising, Compartmentalizing, Well-Connected

Three Negative Traits: Cold, Overcritical, Cunning

→ His Connections

Parent Names:

Sibling Names:

Tiffany Semler (Adopted Sister): Tiffany's parents were best friends with Bruce and Regina. They died in a car crash when Tiffany and Austin were still toddlers, and Austin parents decided to take her in as their own since she was a coyote shifter too. Tiffany and Austin are close and she is also a photographer.

Children Names:

None

Romantic Connections:

Platonic Connections:

Breha Kaur (Friendly): Breha compliments his photos often. She can be snooty and pompous most of the time so they aren’t very close, but he is more than happy to take the compliments.

Hostile Connections:

Milo Vasu (Dislike): Milo obviously hates Ashley and Austin but they have no idea why. The frat boy is constantly harassing them in class, the hallways or university events. Austin wants to show him how evil he can be but has been refining himself. Unknowingly, Seth has told him a little about Milo and Austin is planning on convincing Tim to write a piece on Kimberly Vasu’s softball team, so he can head out there to take photos for said piece. Austin is sure that being in close proximity to Milo's younger sibling will drive him insane enough to throw the first punch, giving Austin the freedom and undeniable to mess his life up.

Pets:

None

→ History (paragraph(s) on background)

→ The Present (paragraph(s) on how the character connects to the plot)

→ Available Gif Hunts (we do not own these)

Grant Gustin (Austin Semler) [1][2][3]

#Austin Semler #OM #OMAS #OMN #OAS #Open

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prynnehesters · 6 years ago

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ok, but there’s like, handfuls of types of majors i could go on about this

wait, let me

types of psych majors:

freshmen (common pick for freshmen who don’t know/taking psych 101)

premed

mentally ill ppl who want to better their/others lives

ppl who think mentally ill ppl are “neat”

everyone else

types of geology majors

space fanatics

stoner types

ppl who went into it bcuz they’re into outdoorsy stuff

guys who look like they live in the woods

ppl who dress and talk like it’s the 80s

douchy white frat bros

hippie types

literally ppl who are too cool or seem overly cool w lots of life experience

older ppl (35+ yo college students)

ppl who fell in love w geo101 after realizing they don’t want to study econ

ppl who switched because bio/physics is too hard/draining

types of theatre majors

film twitter

just...obvious twitter users

obvious tumblr users

ppl who worship 1 celebrity like they’re jesus (ones i’ve seen are john mulaney, amy adams, and jeff goldblum...all of which...why?)

actors who take themselves too seriously

senior level actors who think they’re too good for you

freshman actors who think they’re too good for you even though they’ve only taken acting 101

freshman actors who are adored by everyone

freshmen actors who nobody likes

sophomores who tried to be theatre major freshman year, realized nobody liked them, then switched to a minor and now they legit complain the whole time abt theatre majors

that one theatre major who tries too hard to fit in

ppl who just straight up ignore you if they don’t like you or don’t care about you

that one guy who brushes his teeth in the hallway

guy walking around w/o shirt

that one white male techie nobody likes

actors who think they’re too good to do tech

techies who are done w all actors bullshit

lesbians (obviously all techies, and stage managers lmao)

trans ppl (all of them were/are acting majors)

playwrights who write really edgy plays for the sake of art

drag performers

really pissed off poc

poc who are basically forced to be certain roles when they have no one else

yeah

sorry i really hate theatre majors which is why this list is so long.

types of linguistics majors

gay/lgbtq+ ppl

mom type ppl

lots of women/fem presenting ppl

also older ppl (35+)

weebs who don’t want to admit they’re weebs because they’re double majoring in japanese

awkward premed ppl

that one guy who knows like every language

ppl w dyed hair/alt presenting ppl

fandom nerds

types of physics majors

awkward

mom friend

one who has too much on their plate

math double major

geophysics double major

non-STEM double major

space fanatic

types of math majors

friendzone fedora

star wars fanatic

math pun shirt everyday

really pretty girls

really awkward ppl

ppl who look like jocks

those ppl who look like they play league of legends

types of biology majors

freshmen

plant fuckers

ppl who wanna save the ocean

premed

animal lovers

bug lovers

mushroom lovers

jock bro douches

asshole TAs

types of computer science majors

“my mom made me do this lol”

freshmen

sweaty nerds

girls who hate all the guys

ppl double majoring in art so they can design vidya gaems

straight d&d players

memers

types of chemistry majors

like the business equivalent of a STEM major

more pretty girls

ppl who look like they’re gonna keel over and die

super precise and analytical ppl

asshole TAs

ppl who think they’re better than you

types of engineering majors

adidas tracksuit

that guy who eats in the lab all the time

those 2 guys speaking chinese in the lab

blonde jock guys

like 3 girls

that guy who looks pissed but is really sweet

that guy who is fed up w everyone’s bullshit

empty women’s bathroom (my fave lmao)

types of environmental science majors

vegans

hippies

ppl who smoke cigarettes

ppl who smoke weed

farm lovers

business-y ppl

ppl who are actually determined to do something w their degree

types of art majors

the gays™

the fangirls

ppl who think they’re deep

artsy film ppl

ppl who dress eclectically

girls who look eternally pissed off

ppl who are so cutthroat they won’t help you

that one girl w a beanie who probably writes popular fanfic

types of english majors

fan content creators

filmbros

“cinema” appreciators

ppl who think symbolism is fake and meaningless

future teachers

that white guy

double majors

idk there’s so many english majors idk

everybody gets in, nobody knows each other

everyone else

business majors are all terrible and i don’t trust any of them. if you become a business major and end up w a business major of any sort in your college career you are evil most likely. but idk if i would rather trust a theatre major or a business major so....

history majors are hit or miss because a lot of them are into cool stuff but a lot of them are obsessed w war and not in a good way

biochem majors please get some rest

sociology majors i haven’t met enough of but there’s a lot of them

behavioural neuroscience is just Psychology But Worse™

rec majors i’ve heard are really white?

education depends on what they’re teaching

all design majors are crazy and a lot are pretentious

comm majors get offended that you think their major is useless and they end up doing surprisingly well in life (????)

in general, all the majors i didn’t touch on are hit or miss, but so is everyone

why am i talking abt college i gradumated what is this nonsense bs

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foursprout-blog · 7 years ago

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Ranking These 46 Generic White Guys By Just How Dateable They Actually Are

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Ranking These 46 Generic White Guys By Just How Dateable They Actually Are

Allan Ferreira

1. Charlie: The best man you’ll ever date. Sensitive, thoughtful, intelligent, and hilarious. 10/10 would recommend.

2. Mark: A parents’ dream come true. Mark holds the door open for you, shakes your dad’s hand, and asks your mom how she’s doing. He’s also incredibly nice to you when people aren’t around. Good cook. Does sweet gestures throughout the week. Definitely someone you should date seriously.

3. Pete: Hilarious, wonderful, and the one you’ll definitely want to marry someday. Supportive and kind. Date him and never let him go.

4. Joe: He’s just a fun dude who wants to make you feel loved and special. Knows just what kind of wine you’ll need after a long day. Isn’t afraid to go into Sephora. Attentive and thoughtful. Absolutely boyfriend material.

5. Brian: He’s just a kind person. Plans actual dates that don’t involve watching Black Mirror in his apartment for the 17th Friday in a row. Into romantic gestures. Gives you space when you want it. Trustworthy. Swipe right on Brian!

6. Derek: Actually knows how to hold a conversation.

7. Tim: Totally okay with being a stay at home dad and so you can pursue all your hopes and dreams.

8. Jim: Outdoorsy guy who definitely drives a Subaru. Likes untraditional sports like archery and fowling. Super interesting, can actually carry a conversation, and likes all of your jokes.

9. Eric: Pretty nice guy. Does his best to do the right thing and genuinely listens to what you have to say. Lets you pick the restaurant most times. Likes dogs.

10. Nick: As generic as his name. Dinner and movie dates are the usual go-to for him. Flowers on Valentine’s Day. Nothing special, but not bad either.

11. Ryan: Just #oneoftheboys. Calls you dude a lot, which is kind of endearing but is also annoying when it happens during sex. He’s charming, though, so he’s easy to forgive.

12. Paul: Pretty safe bet. Low drama. Also very, very, very boring, which is totally fine if you’re into committing to the same two sex positions for the duration of your relationship. 6/10 would recommend.

13. Jake: He’s aight.

14. Tom: Works in sales. Well spoken but it’s that’s because he’s all talk, no action. Can never get a straight answer from this dude.

15. Alex: It’s a scientific fact that all guys named Alex are hot. He’s very charming and has a great sense of humor. Fun guy to date, but can also be pretty flirty with your best friend, so keep an eye on that.

16. Kevin: Kevin is just a regular dude with a regular life and regular thoughts. Not very complex, but is nice to you. You could do worse than Kevin, but you could also do better.

17. Jeff: Super fun bro who puts the seat down when he’s done in the bathroom and is a great kisser. Definitely the dude you fall in love with at 23 and break up with when you graduate college. But you’ll never forget him.

18. Cal: A frat boy who never lets you forget he was in a frat. Still wears Sperries.

19. Sam: Thinks he’s prettier than you. Very vain. Does have great hair products you can borrow, but besides that, not much to this dude.

20. Steve: Has an Instagram #fitspo account that he posts on three times a day. Saying he’s going to the gym to “get swoll” unironically. Great bod, kinda funny, but that’s about it.

21. Brandon: Lax bro who has terrible commitment issues.

22. Rob: Probably an entrepreneur who wants you to help him with his business. Never really makes time for you, but promises it’ll be “worth it” once his ideas take off. Probably not worth dating, to be honest.

23. Sean: Prefers cats over dogs, which is pretty sketch.

24. Doug: Funny guy but can’t hold a serious conversation to save his life.

25. Matthew: Meh.

26. Ben: Slid into your Twitter DMs to tell you he disagreed with your tweet as an attempt at flirting. This is a primer for how the sex is gonna be. (Read: bad).

27. Craig: Boring.

28. Ron: Was a nerd in high school so he tries way too hard to be cool in adulthood. He’ll try really hard to make you happy which is nice but it’s almost, like, TOO MUCH.

29. Christopher: Emotionally unavailable.

30. Johnathan: Douche.

31. Carl: Has a pic of him holding a baby on his Tinder that he makes sure to specify is “not his kid.” Still wants to appear paternal though, and hopes this will help him get laid. It doesn’t. Swipe left.

32. Austin: Craft beer snob who will love to tell you all about IPAs. Most of your dates will be at a brewery. Tells you that you’re “not like most girls,” which makes you want to vomit more than all the hops. Probably won’t want to date him long, tbh.

33. Mike: Player.

34. Thomas: Hard pass.

35. Colin: Bad news.

36. John: Eh.

37. Tyler: Runs from emotional expression. Impossible to read.

38. Dave: Just a sk8r boi who doesn’t realize that being 32 and working 10 hours a week doesn’t make him a ~free spirit~

39. Brent: Just kind of a dick tbh.

40. Chett: Pissed his parents named him Chett, so he’s always in a bad mood. Impossible to make happy. Very needy. Cries after sex. Does make a very good omelet though.

41. Andrew: Knows more about everything than you do, and yes, he’s already heard of that band, obviously. Will argue with you over things he knows nothing about because he just likes the sound of his own voice. You won’t last dating him for more than two weeks and he won’t last in bed more than three minutes.

42. Trevor: Hates dogs. Do not trust. Do not date.

43. Chuck: Self-declared nice guy who doesn’t like it when you wear “all that eyeliner.” Gets pissed when a male waiter asks what you’d like to eat. Definitely the jealous type. Not at all fun to date so steer clear.

44. Chad: Hardcore Republican who yells “FAKE NEWS!!!!” during sex.

45. Joel: Wants to sleep with your best friend.

46. Travis: Run.

#Happiness

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chicagocityfclanspromoblog · 4 years ago

Photo

Austin Semler → Grant Gustin → Coyote

→ Basic Information

Age: 62

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Born or Made: Born

Birthday: September 26th

Zodiac Sign: Virgo

Religion: Non-religious

→ His Personality (one to two paragraphs)

→ His Personal Facts

Occupation: Photographer

Scars: None

Tattoos: None

Two Likes: Fine-Art Photography and Continuous Education

Two Dislikes: Sleep Apnea and Whining

Two Fears: Heart Attacks and his Immortality

Two Hobbies: Double-Exposure Photography and Acroyoga (with Edith)

Three Positive Traits: Enterprising, Compartmentalizing, Well-Connected

Three Negative Traits: Cold, Overcritical, Cunning

→ His Connections

Parent Names:

Sibling Names:

Children Names:

None

Romantic Connections:

Platonic Connections:

Breha Kaur (Friendly): Breha compliments his photos often. She can be snooty and pompous most of the time so they aren’t very close, but he is more than happy to take the compliments.

Hostile Connections:

Pets:

None

→ History (paragraph(s) on background)

→ The Present (paragraph(s) on how the character connects to the plot)

→ Available Gif Hunts (we do not own these)

Grant Gustin (Austin Semler) [1][2][3]

#grant gustin #animal shifter rpg #city rpg #mumu rpg

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