#would I pay to watch an entire show of Elvis doing just this? yes.

[doll-elvis]

elvis practicing his showgirl kicks on stage >>

whao, whao, whao, whao

courtesy of Peter Schmidt on youtube

[elvisabutler]

good ole fashioned spanking

summary: you test elvis's patience at a party. he reminds you what should happen to bad kittens when they do things like that. fandom: austin butler | elvis 2022 | elvis presley pairing: austin butler elvis x gender neutral reader rating: m word count: 1393 warnings: spanking. mild daddy kink implication. mild dom and sub implication. copious use of the word kitten to refer to the reader. elvis's anger problems. elvis's possessiveness. unhealthy bdsm in relation to the spanking. use of spanking as a punishment. coming in one's pants. there is a hint of aftercare mentioned. author's note: welcome to day 23 of kinktober, spanking with austin elvis. i see 60s hollywood austin elvis with his or 60s elvis with this. pick whoever you want, i'm easy. been a while since i wrote spanking but i'm fond of this piece to be honest. also if you saw me post this twice, blame tumblr and their tag problem. i know this still isn't in the tags but i'm not redoing this again.

"I spoil you too goddamn much." Elvis mutters as he pulls you along through the crowd of people. "Only explanation for this nonsense you wanna pull. Draping yourself over every goddamn person in that room. Every single person had you in their lap except me. And you came there with me. Wouldn't be in here if it wasn't for me. spoiled brat thinking you can tease a man like that. Thinkin' you can tease me like that."

You're no stranger to Elvis's mercurial moods and his possessive nature- his possessive streak that can circle the globe. But this, oh this time you might have pushed him too far. There's always a hint of affection in his eyes when he's angry, when he's been like this before but looking at them now you are reminded of a raging storm at sea. Staring at those eyes makes you think of drowning and you're not sure if you can handle it, if you can pull yourself out from that potential whirlpool.

"Elvis." You say, trying to pull him close to you, trying to calm him down. "You were-"

"What?" He hisses, his hand moving to grasp your chin, forcing you to stare him down. "I was what, baby? Busy making sure you're taken care of? Making sure no one's out to get us? Let's hear what excuse you've got for being a brat."

He's right, you are a brat and it always shows in situations like this. In situations where you should be a good kitten you do the exact opposite. This time is no exception.

"You weren't paying attention to me. You took me there and left me alone. Had all those people hanging off of you, hanging onto you like they're taking you home. At least everyone who I touched wanted to touch me. They wanted to take me home." You pause, watching his nostrils flare and his brow furrow. "Maybe I should have let them."

Elvis's grip on your chin tightens momentarily before he lets go, and practically snarls the second you both reach your bedroom. The force he uses to open the door startles you just enough to make you jump. You know he won't hurt you, he never would but this reaction is something entirely foreign to you. He drops your hand as he shuts the door. "The hell you should have. You're mine and you know this. Ya know none of them can do the things I do for ya." He moves to grab your hand again, pulling you to the bed as he sits down on it. "Over my knee."

"No." Your answer is quick, practically spat out as you realize what he's about to do. "You're not about to-"

"Spank you?" He asks, his chest heaving in frustration. "Oh yes I am, you're acting like a brat, you're gonna get treated like one. Ya need to be taught a lesson and I'm 'bout to teach it to ya."

Before you get another word in, Elvis manages to get you into his lap, your ass in the air as he pulls down your pants. "Would've done this with the pants on but ya wanted it like this. Gonna get it like this."

Your body shivers involuntarily at the gust of air and you find a hint of arousal curling in the pit of your stomach. This should not turn you on and yet you find that it is especially after the first smack of his hand. His hand should have more rings on it, you know this but you figure the pause in when he pulled you onto his lap and when he spanked you was filled with him taking them off leaving only one on his middle finger. His hand moves back and falls down on your ass once again earning a choked off sound from your mouth. You think it was supposed to be a breath.

"Count." His voice comes out a low rumble, using a register you didn't know he possessed and his hand feels like a cool balm on your ass that feels as if it's on fire just after two hits. You have to bite your lip to keep a moan from escaping.

His hand comes down again and you grunt, your arousal becoming more intense. "Three."

Another smack. "You gonna throw yourself at people again, kitten?"

"Four." The number comes out as a whimper before you shake your head. "If you ignore me I will."

"Wrong answer." He growls and you swear you can feel the vibration through your soul as he brings his hand down once and twice before giving you a chance to say the number.

"Five. Six." Your hips move against his thighs, trying to gain friction, any kind of friction to alleviate your problem. "I'm yours but you didn't-"

He smacks your ass once more as you moan midway through your sentence. "Got ya ruttin' against me. Ya like this? Want me to spank you more often? You gonna come without me touching you?"

"Seven." You choke the number out, tears forming in your eyes. "I don't know. I-" You feel his hand gently stroking your ass before he raises his hand again and the sound of his skin hitting yours echoes in the room. "Eight, Elvis."

"Two more, kitten. Just two more and I think you'll have learned ya lesson." He murmurs, leaning forward as you continue to rut against him. His hand moves between your legs to discover just how aroused you are and groans before he smacks you yet again. "Oh ya gonna be the death of me. Gonna fuck you after this. Even if ya come, gonna have sex with you after this."

The desire to come is threatening to overwhelm you, threatening to force you into doing just that. You know Elvis won't appreciate it, won't approve of it but it's getting so hard as you get the friction you need and with his hand swatting you. It takes you a minute to say the next number, your head starting to loll down into Elvis's lap fully. "Nine." Your voice is practically a whisper and a whimper all at once.

"Atta kitten. One more and you can come. One more and you'll say you're sorry won't you." His voice sounds like it's in a tunnel but you get the gist of it, hearing the words come and sorry. It makes you shudder in his lap as he finally gives you a final slap. "Come for me."

"Ten!" You shout as you come almost instantaneously after what sounded like an order. It's never happened before but neither has this. Your body shakes as you come down from your high and as you feel Elvis stroking your now throbbing backside as he sees your release on his pant legs.

"Goddamn, kitten. Look at the mess you made. Gonna have to change my pants if we head back out to that party." His hand never leaves your backside, still stroking it as he takes his free hand to get you to look up at him. "You alright?"

A hum leaves your lips as you nod. Your behind stings something fierce but that was an orgasm you didn't think you were capable of having let alone with the promise of more to come. Elvis pulls you up into a sitting position and frowns as he sees you wince as you sit down. "Got some lotion for that in the bathroom." He gets up to go grab the lotion and a new pair of pants for you. He turns in the bathroom doorway, watching you as you watch him go and get the items. "You sorry about tonight?"

"I am." You whisper as you focus on breathing and not crying from the increasing pain.

Elvis's frowns only deepens when he reaches you after grabbing the lotion to help your backside feel less raw. He has you lay on the bed before rubbing it in soft circles, making sure to not miss a spot. His lips move to kiss your neck as he murmurs in your ear. "Such a good kitten. You still want more tonight?"

Your answer takes a while to form in your head as he continues to place light kisses against the back of your neck. When you finally do it's simple and just one word.

"Please?"

[rosecoloreddesire]

My Devil In Disguise, pt. 5

Austin Butler! Elvis x OC, Elvis x OC

Fighting Doesn’t Solve Anything, Chapter 5.

Summary: Annalise Snow is a girl that Hank Snow raised to be a good all American girl that all the other girls would want to be. Well when a boy that comes from the same Memphis Annalise missed…it turns out she’s a little more wild then she thought. Will she travel to the ends of the Earth with a boy she just met? Or will she be left in the dust?

Note: there’s a lot of breaking up of paragraphs in this I apologize y’all! But thank you all so much for 100 followers! I love all of you!!! 💕💕 I hope this chapter makes sense!

Warnings: angst, violence, Trouble scene, Colonel Tom Parker, mentions of leaving, and Gladys.

Annalise sat next to the trembling Elvis being escorted by officers. She could just feel the nerves pouring off her boyfriend. She kept thinking about what Beth-Ann had said, that she should fight for her and Elvis. Fight she was.

“The mayor loves you on the Steve Allen Show. All the important people did.” Colonel smiled to himself, proud. Annalise rolled her eyes and scoffed loudly. Fans clung to the car as they made their way to the stage.

“The fans are what’s important. They didn’t love it.” Annalise crossed her arms. Why did she ever leave Jimmie? They should’ve just run away like they planned when the pair were kids. The regrets kept piling and piling up as the pressure of the public eye crashed onto the lovers. They were just kids in an adult’s political world. What was she to do? Was she meant to be sitting next to Elvis? As an equal?

“What song are you going to sing tonight?” Annalise’s comment goes ignored by the arrogant bastard next to her. She turned to Elvis and his gaze still stared straight ahead.

“I’ve made no decision.” He answered coldly. His words hung in the silence of the car. The screaming fans were all that could be heard until, "I'll feel it.”

“Pay no attention to all the cameras. Those are all our friends. They don’t mean nothing,” Annalise felt an indescribable pit in her stomach as they got closer to the stage,” Ain’t that right, Chief?” The officer in the front turned around and a disgusting smirk sits on his lips. Annalise scoffs as he looks at Elvis.

“As long as you don’t so much as wiggle a finger.” His finger waggled in the air as the smirk never left his lips. Annalise placed a hand on Elvis’ thigh and gazed at him lovingly. He offered a soft smile in return as he put his hand over hers. The doors to the police car opened and Annalise felt as if the breath in her lungs was taken from her as she saw line upon line of police officers. She also saw the segregation ropes in the audience. She tried to turn to tell Elvis good luck but an officer took her arm harshly. She squeaked in surprise and Elvis huffed.

“Bad enough you wanna arrest me. Now you wanna take it out on my girl? Don’t touch her! You get your damn-” His protest is mute as Annalise disappeared into the crowd. Right in front, she stood waiting for whatever her boyfriend had planned. She hoped it would be the way he wanted it to be. However, she knew their entire lives hung in the balance. The officer clearly didn’t know how important she was as he left her almost immediately. She chuckled and started to wade her way through the fans who stopped her every so often.

“Oh, yes, sir, good people! A big thank you to shorty Morgan’s Dixie dolls! But I know some of the young people are very excited about this next act! Elvis Presley!” The crowd erupts into applause and Annalise can just see Gladys on the side. She wished she could’ve been sitting with them but she knew that this was Colonel’s punishment for her. To watch Elvis make his choice right in front of her face. The right choice.

“Just sing the nice song. Smile the nice smile. No wiggling. Then we can get back to our show business. And have fun, my boy! Fun!” Elvis knew what he had to do. Though he was terrified of what it would do to them. Elvis made his way to the stage and the crowd went ballistic. Annalise struggled to get out of the grasp of some of the fans as they jumped, hollered, and climbed. She tensed and decided maybe this was Hell after all. This was her repentance…oh lord.

“There’s been a lot of talk about the new Elvis,” the crowd booed and jeered. Annalise looked up at Elvis, his smile beaming back down at her, "And of course, that other guy.” His finger raised into the air as he wiggled it. Annalise felt the shot of adrenaline through her veins at the small action. She screamed and clapped as he did.

You ain’t nothin’ but a hound dog. Cryin’ all the time.

“Of course, you gotta listen to the people that you love. But in the end, you gotta listen to yourself. So I want you to know, those New York people ain’t gonna change me none!” He yelled into the mic. Annalise is pushed forward into an officer and her body becomes rigid. She was so proud of Elvis for standing up…but now he’d go to jail…

“I’m gonna show you what the real Elvis is like tonight!” The intro to his song Trouble rang through the stadium. Annalise pushed the officer to the side and got even closer to the stage. This was Elvis’ turn to shine for real. She’d be damned if she let some low-grade cop ruin it for her. The passion in Elvis’ moves sent a shock wave into the crowd as girls crammed into the front of the stage. They started to throw themselves onto the stage trying to touch Elvis or be as close as they ever could. Annalise found herself helping more fans to the front so they could get their chance.

“My middle name is misery.” His hand cupped Annalise’s chin and he winked as she screamed just like the rest of the girls there. She saw the flashes of the cameras and winced as she pulled back. That’s when she noticed the flimsy rope keeping the segregation line. She looked back up at Elvis as he continued to tear up the stage and she thought to herself, Colonel be damned. She tore down the rope easily and the separation became inclusion. She took a man’s arm and wrapped it around herself and began to dance with him. She soon spots Beth-Ann and Sally. She even signed a few autographs before the officers were coming at them with batons. She pushed some younger fans to get out and made eye contact with a crying Gladys. Annalise turned and could see officers piling on top of Elvis.

“Go, Annalise! I’ve got Sally! Go!” Beth- Ann’s skirt was torn as she pushed Sally behind her. Annalise nodded and let the pair go. Annalise took a deep breath as the flashing of cameras continued. She felt almost paralyzed until she heard her boyfriend yell. The animalistic tone broke her out of her mesmerizing daze.

“ELVIS! Shit! Get outta my way,” she pushed through the crowd, getting hit with them damn batons and shoved by people trying to run,” Elvis! Get off of him! Shit, he ain’t do nothin’!” She just made it to the stage when a particularly hard baton was shoved into her stomach. She yelped as chaos ensued around her. There were teenagers fighting back the police officers trying to keep them away from the pair. She fell to the ground trying to think how she’d get out.

“Annalise!! Elvis!! Get away from my babies!” Annalise could hear the horrified tone of Gladys’ voice but her daze began to cloud her again. Jimmie, what did she get herself into? She tried to get back up only to be pushed down again. She could hear the jingle of handcuffs but she couldn’t feel anything.

“HEY! Get the hell off of her! Get off of my Anna! Annalise,” she could hear the panting above her and her eyes focused on Elvis as officers tried to pull him away, "Get your goddamn hands off of me! Baby, listen to me. Hey, I love you, okay? Find my mama.” A barely soft kiss is the last thing she saw of Elvis as he was carried off into the police car they rode in earlier. Vernon finally gets to her and helped up the sobbing girl. The handcuffs on her hung from one wrist. Elvis must have stopped them from arresting her.

“Elvis!”

“Get in the car mama!“

“I-I gotta get Elvis outta there, Mr. Presley. I have to-“ Annalise winced as Vernon pulled her to the car. She felt like she got hit by a damn train. Annalise watched in horror as they shoved Elvis into the back of the car. Fans chased the car and she started to tear up. This is what they meant to the fans. The ones who truly cared for them.

“You ain’t gotta do nothin’. We’ll get Elvis back, sweetheart. Just not you if you don’t get in the damn car.” Tears brimmed at her eyes as she sat with Gladys in the back seat. What went wrong? Why Elvis?

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“What do you mean I can’t see her? Colonel, I swear to the lord above if you try to keep her from me- so help me god!” Elvis ran his hands through his hair as he placed his guitar on the ground.

“I got you out of prison time, Mister Presley!”

“By sending him to Germany for two years!” Gladys threw her hands into the air. She placed her head in her hands. Annalise stood in the shadows as some cop escorts packed her bags.

“Vernon, they are poking into your background.” Annalise and Elvis froze. The both of them turn to the Colonel. Annalise knew he was the one doing this…she KNEW. But what the hell could she say to Elvis to make him believe her?

“We don't have nothin' to be ashamed of!”

“My daddy’s a good man.”

“Yes, yes. But your papa did go to jail,” he simply shrugged as Elvis felt his heartbeat quicken. Why was this happening to him? What did he do wrong, “You know them, and their flashy headlines.”

"Elvis, The Draft Dodger."

"A Family of Delinquents."

“Annalise Snow, Colored Manager.”

“We may never book another date, or sell another record again. And my way of thinking, the army could be a brand new start for all of us. Let them cut your hair.” Elvis stared in front of himself as he thought. Maybe it was the easiest option and he’d always wanted to be in pictures. So did Annalise..

“Prove to the world that you are a clean-cut, all-American boy.”

“You do your two years, and when you come back, I promise you.”

“I will have done everything I can to make you the biggest actor in Hollywood.”

Gladys didn’t look impressed and Annalise wasn’t either. They both knew Elvis wasn’t a criminal and was just doin’ what he loved. He didn’t deserve this. This was gonna kill this family.

“It's gonna be okay, Mama.” Elvis wrapped his arms around his mother. Annalise kept her hand on her mouth as the police escorts shushed her. She was to have no contact with Elvis as long as he stayed in the country.

“W-Well, then if you take Elvis…I want Annalise. She’s a piece of my baby.” She sniffled as Elvis rubbed her back. Annalise could feel the dam of tears break as they ran hotly down her cheeks.

“Please, Colonel. It’s all I’ll ask of you. I need her to stay here for my family. For Graceland.” His blue eyes looked empty as if his life was stolen right from them. The Colonel sighed and twirled his cane around. The police escorts brought Annalise to the front of the fireplace. Elvis dropped to his knees in front of her, grabbing at her legs as they both sobbed. He gripped her close as if she’d disappear if he let go. 

“E-Elvis, I’m so sorry. I can’t stay they won’t let me.” She smoothed his hair down as he held her tighter. Annalise held his chin in her hands.

“Please, baby. Please stay. I’ll beg. I need you to stay. I’m gonna write you every damn day. Just stay, damnit.” Elvis’ voice was wavering and deep. Cracking with every word as if he was scared to say them. The Colonel looked on in disgust as he rubbed his hands over his cane.

“Elvis, you gotta let me go. I-I gotta prove y’all ain’t brainwashin’ me. I promise I’ll be back to take care of your parents. I promise with my entire soul that I’ll take care of them. I ain’t gonna go to Louisiana. You’re my home.” She watched as he got off his knees and a sad smile graced his face. He left a soft kiss on her lips and kept his hand caressing her face. His hand shook upon her cheek.

“I love you so much, Annalise Snow.”

“And I love you, Elvis Presley.”

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“I heard from the Colonel that he met a real nice girl there. I told Elvis when I called he better not be strayin’. Damn kid.” Annalise chuckled as she stirred the pot on the stove.

“Her name is Priscilla? I think? She seems like a sweet lil’ thing. She answered the phone the other night and I swear she was sweatin’ like a sinner in church, Vernon.” Vernon’s laugh echoed in the kitchen.

“You know he ain’t gonna jeopardize your love, Anna. Cause he knows how much we love ya.” He tried to hide the open lock on the liquor cabinet behind him as you went to check it.

“Vernon! This ain’t gonna excuse you god damnit! I told you to stop letting her get into the damn liquor! Ugh!” Annalise stopped cooking the dinner she was making and started to set the table. She put the lock back onto the liquor cabinet and sighed. The drinking was only getting worse no matter how many doctors she hired to Graceland for Gladys. She was at her wits end.

“Hey, you tell that woman no. It’s a lot harder than you think.” Annalise chuckles as Vernon settles in the dining room and Grandma Minnie makes her way down the stairs.

“I-I left some food in front of her room, dear. She said she’d be down after supper to call Elvis with ya.” Minnie placed a kiss on Annalise’s head as they ate. She really worked hard over this dinner since it was Gladys’ favorite. Though nothing seemed to bring her more joy than hearing Elvis on the phone. Annalise understood but it still hurt that Gladys didn’t want to even want to have their girl nights as they used to when Elvis was gone at concerts. She felt lost and she only returned to Graceland to help Gladys with the housework.

“Thanks so much, Vernon. I can finish the dishes.” Annalise reached for the soap and Vernon pulled her hand away.

“Ah ah, young lady. Gotta keep them nails pretty for when that ring gets on that finger.” Vernon used the soap to cover his own wedding ring. She slapped him on the back slightly. 

“I’m gonna go check on Gl-“ A thud breaks the happy atmosphere. Annalise drops the glass in her hand and runs not caring about if she stepped on a single shard. A mumbling limp Gladys is on the side of the stairs. She screams as Vernon runs to his wife’s side.

“Call 911! Gladys? Darlin’?” Annalise’s hand shook as the phone connected to a responder.

“I need everyone- anyone to Graceland now!“

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It didn’t take long for the rumors of Elvis Presley’s mama being dead. No one hardly ever came out of Graceland after the news. Annalise told all the boys to stay away from the house while she shook at the thought of calling Elvis. Vernon was a mess and Colonel was…disgusting. Telling Annalise and the family that the press deserved to know what happened to the poor boy’s mama.

“Hello, Priscilla, may I speak to a Mister Elvis Presley?”

“Who is this may I ask? There’s always fans callin’ in from all over.”

“Miss Annalise Snow callin’ from Graceland, honey. It’s mighty important.”

“Elvis! Your pretty girls on the phone again!“ Annalise could hear the excited shuffling of his boots on the hardwood floor in the background. She smiled and couldn’t remember when the tears started to roll down her cheeks.

“There’s my favorite girl! I-I been waitin’ for your call for awhile, Darlin’. I-I heard I get to go home early for- for an emergency. Um the sooner I get you in my arms-“ A sob broke through the receiver as Elvis rambled. He flinched and held a hand against his heart.

“El-Elvis. It’s-“

“Darlin’ if someone hurt you I swear to the lord I’ll be there right now-“

“No, Elvis. It’s your mama.”

“Someone hurt my mama?!”

“Elvis…”

“Annalise…no,” the realization hit Elvis like a freight train and he fell to his knees. The phone white knuckled in his grasp,” she’s not-“

“She is Elvis…I’m so sorry, baby. I should’ve watched her more. Oh my god I can’t. I-I love you. I-I can’t do this.

“Anna-“

Silence. Elvis was in silence as he processed. So was Annalise as she packed for a trip to Louisiana after the funeral. She really should’ve listened to Jimmie when they were younger. That it was the two of them against the world. Because with Elvis…she feels as if the ends of the earth are too far for the lovers to reach. That she was keeping him from his fullest potential. They just needed a small break while he was in Germany. Would he find someone else during his stay?

“ My dearest, Annalise. You are my stars and my night sky. Keep the bed warm for me. Don’t forget to call.” The words of his many letters in the past two months haunted and echoed in her head as she stared into their shared bedroom. Who was she kidding? She wanted Elvis and she’d never give him up. Though she felt useless and abandoned, she HAD to be there for him for the burial.

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“You get the hell away from him! You bastard,” her voice was hush as people were in mourning,” you sent me into a press nightmare, Parker! The Presley’s are grieving! Let them be!” She seethed as the Colonel shrugged his shoulders, smiling.

“The press just want to know the Presley’s are okay-“

“Is that A-Annalise,” she could hear the hiccups of her exhausted boyfriend. That damn Parker probably lied him outta that damn closet. She wanted him to have time with his mama’s spirit in peace,” Let me hold you, lil mama. Please let me feel you. I-I gotta know you’re real.” His arms wrapped around her as she sat on his lap over looking his mother. She looked gorgeous even in death. She was so cared for. Elvis closed his eyes as his body shook with every gasp and gag. Annalise pulled his head to rest on her chest as she soothed him. She played with his hair as his body continued to quiver.

“Shhh, I know baby. I know. You gotta take a deep breath alright? For me and mama,”he took a deep breath as his eyes shone big and glossy…like a child,” good. Just like that, handsome. Just like that. I got you. I ain’t goin’ nowhere, baby. “ Elvis nestled into her chest as close as he possibly could.

“Don’t wanna talk to no press. Wanna stay here with you and mama forever. No going back to Germany. No fans. Just you and mama.” She shushed him as his cries quieted slowly. Annalise sighed as she fixed his hair. She felt almost selfish as she wanted the same thing. She wanted Elvis all to herself and to never let him go.

“Baby, you have to go back. Or it’s jail time. W-We got this, El. It’s okay. I’m gonna be with you-“

“Colonel told me he was sendin’ you to Louisiana.” Vernon looked aghast as he held both of the lovers hands. Elvis tensed underneath his girlfriend and gripped her closer to him. She had canceled her trip knowing she had to take care of the house and Elvis. When did Colonel even find out?

“I-I proved I wasn’t brainwashed. I-I can’t leave Elvis. I can’t leave Graceland.” The pallbearers begin to enter the house and the press got louder as the Colonel pushed the trio out into the vultures. Elvis took her hand as his body continued to shake. She had to get rid of the Colonel. What the hell was that damn Colonel doing?

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“I’m going back to Graceland, daddy! I ain’t standing for this shit talkin’ about MY Elvis!! This so god damn stupid! I’m a woman now!“ Annalise slammed her suitcase on her childhood bed as her father groaned.

“No swearin’ in my house! You ain’t raised that way!”

“I was hardly raised at all, daddy! You always had us on tour with ya! And you'd leave mama home alone! I barely know her! Elvis just lost his damn mama and I need to be there for when he gets back!”

“Annalise Petunia Snow-“

“No! You don’t get it! I came here for Jimmie! Not y’all! I can’t believe I stayed this long! I’m going back to MY home!”

“With that washed up-“ A smack echoes in the hallway. Her father held his cheek as his wife glared at him. Annalise gasped and stopped her packing.

“Hank! You promised to try!  You-” She’s interrupted by hank sniffling. 

“I don’t want our kids followin’ in my footsteps. The road and fame kills love. And that Presley boy will kill her heart.”

“Daddy-”

“Go home, sweetie. Just know we’re a call away.” He gave her a hug as Jimmie pulled up his truck.

“I know it don’t seem like it but he’s been trying to support y’all. He heard about that charity concert and you gettin’ hurt so I think he was just bein’ protective, Ann.” Jimmie explained as he helped her into the truck. She smoothed her dress skirt down and sighed.

“I know but this whole trip made me realize somethin’, Jimmie.” She gazed out her window at the many farms they passed. Watching the cows graze and the horses run.

“What’s that, Ann?”

“I want Elvis. I can’t live without him. I need Graceland. That’s my family.”

“As long as I’m invited to y’all’s family Christmas parties, I don’t mind at all. And maaaaaybe an autograph.” Annalise laughed as she turned on the radio.

“Elvis Presley returns from the War! Hear his interview at 1 o’clock sharp, chicks! We’ll be playin’ all things Elvis in preparation of his return!” Annalise covered her mouth in surprise.

“I forgot his return date! I’ve been in Louisiana only a couple months!“

“Ann, you’ve been here for 9 months!” Her eyes widened and she rubbed her hands over her face.

“Oh my god, Jimmie! I’m so damn stupid! And I haven’t called Vernon in weeks! They’re not gonna want me there!“

“It’s a 5 hour drive, Ann,” He stepped on the pedal a little harder,” I’ll get you there before noon!” She squealed as the wind blew through her hair. She was going to get over herself and finally be there for Elvis. She just needed to be there for herself first.

“To the rock of eternity, Mister Presley!”

[photolover82]

The Masked Singer Season 6 Episode 1 Recap: Group A Premiere Baby!! (Commentary & Guesses)

Hello everybody and welcome or welcome back to Ana's Masked Singer recap, where I, Ana, recap every single episode of The Masked Singer. The time we have been waiting for is here, the season 6 premiere (ooh that rhymes)! If you don't know how these recaps work, pretty much I talk about the reveals first (major spoiler alert by the way ⚠️) and then get into the remaining contestants, what I thought about their performances, guesses to who I think it could be with the clues to back it up the best I can. Anyways, having said that, let's get started with the 1st recap of season 6 (which is covering the Wednesday episode, Thursday's will be covered separately):

In this episode, Group A performed which consisted of Bull 🐂, Skunk 🦨, Octopus 🐙, Pufferfish 🐡, and Mother Nature 🌬 and 2 of them were eliminated, but only one was revealed this episode, damn cliffhangers, and that mask was:

Octopus 🐙

Performance Commentary: I was honestly so sad to see him go this early in the season, because I really enjoyed his performance of Tutti Frutti by Little Richard. He probably wasn't the most technical singer but for (spoiler) a non singer he did pretty great! I would buy his album.

Having said that, he was revealed to be:

*FIRST DRUMROLL OF THE SEASON PLEASE*

🏀Dwight Howard 🏀

Ok I kinda figured it out even though I don't know anything about the sports world... But he is one of the few names I do know in the NBA (my dad's a huge sports guy and I might have seen a meme of him falling so that too). Anyways, can I for one second, point out how tall this guy is?! He makes Nick Cannon look tiny…and Nick is 6 feet! It was so funny… I also was surprised at how funny he was… but yeah Clues, here are some you might have missed or gotten idk:

Survived a hard core fall= yup like he legit fell and hurt himself, which really hurt his game & probably his career

Gold phone= won the 2019-2020 championship with the Lakers

Magic playing card= eight seasons he played for Orlando Magic

Also, I gotta note that Ken got it right and is in the lead for the Golden Ear and that shocked me more.

Next, this mask was also eliminated, but wasn't revealed until episode 2, so I'm just gonna talk about the performance and that was:

Mother Nature 🌬

Performance Commentary: I'm not going to say I didn't see this coming, because her performance of I'm Coming Out by Diana Ross was the weakest one vocally of the night. However I still enjoyed her as a performer/entertainer and that costume is unreal like wow it reminds me of Te Fiti from Moana (look it up if you don’t know what I am talking about)

Anyways, let's get into the remaining 3 and my guesses for them *

*I just want to preface that I knew I wasn't going to have time to do this recap in between the 2 episodes, so I wrote my guess for this one mask down before they were revealed

1. Skunk 🦨

Performance Commentary: The beginning was super cool and so well staged, kudos to the producers on that one, but I was pretty underwhelmed with her performance of Diamonds by Sam Smith. Like, that's a great song, but I don't feel it suits her voice & range of what she's capable of doing. All in all, it was ok, nothing wowing about it, even though I do think her voice is very strong.

As for my guess, I think Shunk is:

Faith Evans

Ok, so this was a guess I got thanks to Twitter, voice matched it, and I am sold honestly… idk who Faith was until now, she was married to Notorious B.I.G, but that’s all I know. Anyways, let’s dive into those clues, shall we:

She was on a train to Seoul, South Korea= Soul Train! = she was honored with a lifetime achievement award in 2018 by Soul Train

Duality/yin and yang of the Skunk= she has a song that references Ying Yang in the lyrics called Goin’ Out

Her connection to Elvis= she devoted a song to her late husband Biggie called “The King & I” and Elvis is the king of rock and roll

2. Pufferfish 🐡

Performance Commentary: She sang Say So by Doja Cat, which I mostly know the entire song due to Tik Tok, so I hope people also use her version because it’s super solid. When I was watching at first, I was thrown off by the rapping, but now watching it back, I embraced it. It wasn’t the best rapping ever but it was dope ngl seeing a woman like that also kill a rap. I really enjoyed tbh more than I did the first time when I thought her voice wasn’t really at its full potential.

My guess for the Pufferfish is:

Toni Braxton

After voice matching Pufferfish with Toni, the voice is uncanny! But you need some clues baby boos so here we go:

Voice stands out, she was different, tried to blend in= no like seriously, because everyone knew it was her because Toni has a super distinct voice no one else has

Disco ball= home girl performed on season 7 of Dancing with the Stars, get it disco ball, mirror ball like the trophy they win

Guitarra= she has a hit song called Spanish Guitar, and guitar in Spanish is you guessed it Guitarra

3. Bull 🐂

Performance Commentary: He sang Drops of Jupiter by Train, and wow HE GOT VOCALS FOR DAYSSS (what he ain’t is shy so stop lying my guy). He is absolutely my favorite of the night, his voice is absolute butter, raspy butter… yes I did just say that but you know what I mean (if you don’t, it’s those nice raspy voices that are so smooth like butter). You could tell he is used to performing and singing, because wow that performance was absolutely fantastic.

Even though he was amazing, he was also super easy to guess because from the first damn note (actually from the first damn sneak peak preview they gave us of him singing), I knew who this was:

Todrick Hall (finally those hours watching YouTube as a teen are paying off lol)

Before I even get to the clues, just so you guys know, I have been watching Todrick since like 2014 on YouTube and I know his voice and his mannerisms and how he performs and that Bull ticks all the boxes… I don’t even need clues but to show you my point in the form of evidence, lemme back myself up with these sweet, sweet clues (side note: I could even hear his voice through the modulation, which was crazy):

Grew up in a small town filled with cows= yes sir, he grew up in Plainview, Texas which is a small farming town with less than 25,000 people living there (and I am sure when he lived there it was smaller than that) and filled with cows which at first I thought was a metaphor but looking into it I find out Plainview has the largest beef processing plant in the country… hence cows lol

Heard no again and again and again= reference to how he was on American Idol and then lost the show

Didn’t give up, became his own boss= that American Idol loss got him to start YouTube hence being his own boss

Hollywood and Forbes took notice= he has appeared in the 30 under 30 successful people list by Forbes in 2014

Astronaut aka Hunter Hayes= he covered Invisible by Hunter Hayes on his YouTube channel (which is my absolute favorite Hunter Hayes song so you go Todrick… but that video was actually recently sent to private so you kinda can’t see it… also that was a bit sus)

Anyways, that’s it my friends! Sorry it took so long, have had a lot on my plate with school, work, and just life you know? Anyways, I will try to get episode 2 up tomorrow, but expect it before Wednesday for sure 🤞🏼… Anyways, bye guys! Follow me for more Masked Singer goodness, give this beautiful blog a like if you enjoyed reading it, and comment below your guesses, do you agree with me? Did I convince you? Bye y’all!! 👋🏼

[somedayonbroadway]

Lilo and Stitch AU

Okay, so here’s my Lilo and Stitch AU for both @disneygirl626​ and @dragonflysobright-seethemfly​. I absolutely adore this one. It does involve baby Race and that’s always fun to write. And yes, Race and Jack are going to be from Hawaii.

Characters

Jack Kelly — Nani

Racetrack Higgins — Lilo

Crutchie Morris — Stitch

Katherine Plumber — David

Warden Snyder — Captain Gantu

Todd Kloppman — Cobra Bubbles

Henry — Pleakley

Weisel — Jumba

Okay so…

Somewhere up in space, far far away, there is a mad scientist who creates genetic experiments out of aliens that he captures from other planets, most of the time just after they’re born. This alien, Weisel (that's his whole name. He’s an alien) experiments for years before he is finally arrested after his latest experiment, experiment number 626. He is charged with the experimentation of a young child, stolen away from a family that was killed moments afterward.

During the experimentation, this young alien loses one of his legs. He adapts quickly, growing two more legs that he can retract into his body. This child is of a shape shifting species, his skin naturally blue and gold. After the experimentation, where he grew up as this species learns and adapts very quickly, he became erratic and dangerous, a means of destruction.

Having no alternative option, 626 (who was never given another name) is sentenced to be executed. He doesn’t fully understand this. All 626 knows is that he’s placed in a small capsule and needs to survive. So he does, fighting his way out and escaping in a pod as his kidnapper is placed in prison having witnessed the whole thing. Weisel is pleased with his creation, noting that 626 is randomly heading in the direction of Earth.

After 626 escapes, a bounty hunter, Snyder, loyal to the Galactic Federation, offers to hunt the experiment down and dispose of him, seeing 626 as a creature unworthy of saving. The head of the federation asks him to wait, asking another member of the federation, a federal agent who is an “Earth Expert”, to take Weisel and find the experiment without causing harm to Earth, with whom they were supposed to protect according to documents they’d signed a decade ago.

Simply living off of instinct (and maybe a bit of sadistic adrenaline) 626 crash lands on Earth, getting hurt by a truck, but surviving the crash easily with his modified strength and healing power. As the driver figures out he has to check and see what he’d hit, the alien catches sight of a puppy, cowering away from him in some nearby grass and transforms himself down to look like that animal, though his still has a streak of blue running down his back as the rest of him remains a golden shade. (He does look more like Stitch than an actual puppy, obviously. But he’s doing his best here.) The driver calls a local shelter and 626 lets himself be taken in, unsure of what’s really happening.

Meanwhile, Kaua’i, Hawaii, a young man, nineteen years old, is struggling to gain permanent custody of his six year old baby brother, as both of their parents had recently been killed in a car crash. Jack is having a hard time making ends meet with only a job as a waiter at a local luau to tie him and his brother over.

The baby brother, Tyler James, is an odd child. He’s socially awkward, having odd interests and thoughts about life. The kid has always had a rough time making friends, mostly scaring them off with weird facts about the island they live on and the ocean surrounding them. Though he tries to fit in, he often finds himself feeling alone, prompting him to make his own toy dolls and pretend that they’re his friends instead, worrying his big brother Jack who only wants him to be happy.

Every morning, Jack runs to work after dropping his brother, whom he affectionately calls Racer because of his speed and his love to run, off at the beach right across from his school. Race loves to explore the island, knowing the entire thing like the back of his hand. In the morning, Race likes to go swimming, feeding Pudge (a fish that he believes to control the weather) a PB&J sandwich, the same one Jack makes for him everyday for lunch. He knows he’s not gonna eat it, so he hopes it’ll keep the sun in the sky.

Dripping wet and all, Race goes to school, leaving puddles around him, making his classmates slip, only adding onto the hatred they held for him for being different. On this particular morning, Oscar Delancey, Race’s biggest bully, slips and blames Race for it. After a teacher finds them arguing, Oscar wrestling Race to the ground, being a year older and slightly bigger than him, they ask what happened and Race goes off on a rant about how he had to feed Pudge and how Pudge controls the weather. Oscar calls him crazy.

So Race bites him.

His teacher tells him he’d call Jack and Tyler cries, begging him not to as he’s often sent away from the other kids and he’s subconsciously getting tired of the isolation. Still the teacher insists, asking Race to wait outside.

Race runs away the second his teacher leaves him.

When Jack goes to pick him up, he finds Race gone and he immediately starts running home, knowing they had a meeting with their social worker that day and knowing what happened when Race gets into one of his “moods”. He nearly gets hit by a car. He kicks the bumper and screams at the driver, calling him a not so nice name and running off.

He finds that the doors to their house are bolted and nailed shut and one of their parents' old Elvis records is blaring throughout the living place. As Jack demands Race open the door, he peaks in through the mail slot to find his brother ignoring him. Frustrated, Jack starts threatening Race, like any brother would, telling him that when he got through with him he wouldn’t dare do this ever again, though both of them knew Jack would never lay a hand on the kid.

As he’s running around his home, trying every possible entrance only to run into one Todd Kloppman, introducing himself as a not so nice name, making Jack realize that he’d been in the car that had nearly hit him. Already horrified at this, Jack manages to play off the fact that he’ll have to let him in in a moment and he runs around the house, climbing in through an open window and prying the nails from the front door as quickly as he can to let the man in.

Upon walking into the house, Kloppman asks if Jack had left Race home alone and before Jack can explain, Todd finds Race practicing voodoo on the floor of the living room as Jack tries desperately to turn off the stove and the oven that Race had turned on, probably for no reason at all. Even after all of this, Race manages to tell Kloppman how well adjusted he was and how Jack fed him well. Trying to give him a silent encouragement, the kid accidentally tells Kloppman that he gets disciplined, implying that Jack had, at least at some point, hit him.

Todd then speaks to Jack alone, telling him that he only ever got called when things went wrong and then he gives Race a card, telling him to call if he was ever left alone again.

Race thinks nothing of it, hardly even paying attention to the man.

As he leaves, Kloppman informs Jack that this had not gone well and that Jack had three days to change his mind.

The second Kloppman leaves, Jack turns on Race and Race screams and runs, knowing he was about to be chased.

Eventually, Jack manages to set up a trap to catch Race and he holds him to him, not letting him run away, trying so hard to explain to Race why it was important for him to take these visits seriously. Race still doesn’t seem to get it, leading to another fight. Race locks himself in his room (well, not locks because he’s a child and his door doesn’t have a lock) and Jack throws himself down at the bottom of the stairs, trying desperately not to cry.

It only takes an hour for Jack to gather himself, heating up a plate of pizza for his baby brother and taking it to him, apologizing and holding Race in his lap while he eats, laughing with him a little as Race admits he likes Jack better as a brother than a dad. All Jack can do is kiss his head and hold him, unsure of what to say. Race calls them a broken family.

Before they know it, Race spots something in the sky, something he calls a falling star, but one that looks odd to Jack. Race calls the star and kicks Jack out of his room so he can make his wish. Jack sits just outside his door, listening to every heartbreaking word as Race wishes for an angel to be sent to him, one that wouldn’t leave him or make fun of him or treat him differently.

Little do they know, that shooting star is a fallen spaceship.

The next day, trying to make his brother feel better, Jack tales Race down to the animal shelter, telling him that he could pick out a pet and they would take care of it. Jack is only a little stressed out about funds but convinced himself that they could make it work.

Race goes back to pick out a puppy and finds a golden pup that’s laying all alone in the corner. He sees a lot of himself in this puppy that has a blue stripe running down his back and chooses him, telling the dog to follow him out. It does.

When they come out, Jack and the woman at the front counter are horrified at the sight of this deformed dog with a missing leg, but Tyler insists and Jack caves, unable to pass up the opportunity of seeing Race happy. So they take the thing home, unknowingly being watched and followed by two aliens who were after 626, now known as Crutchie by the odd little boy who named him.

Henry is the only thing that stops Weisel from harming Tyler to get to Crutchie.

Jack often lets Race wander around. After all, they live in a small town and he knows most of the people around. He gives Race a couple of dollars and tells Race to meet him at two. So Race shows Crutchie around the island.

Crutchie, who has been programmed to destroy, is looking for something to wreck, but finds nothing, as he’s looking for big cities who are already prone to bad things happening.

In the middle of town, Race runs into Oscar who immediately starts to belittle him only to get nearly bitten by Crutchie who ends up stealing his bike and trashing it, before they head to the luau to meet Jack.

The entire time they’d been exploring the island, Weisel and Henry had been keeping close and Crutchie knew it. For some reason he can’t explain, he feels the need to protect Race as well as himself. He likes Race and doesn’t want to hurt him.

The same cannot be said for Jack.

At the restaurant, Jack is able to feed Race for free twice a week so he often has lunch or dinner there.

At the luau, Katherine is up on stage, a fire dancer, entertainment for the luau. Jack is hopelessly in love with her but refrains from asking her out for the sake of fully adopting Race as his own. Race knows this and feels guilty for it. He tells Crutchie all about it, somehow knowing that Crutchie understands him. (How Crutchie knows English at this point is unknown, but like I said, he adapts fast).

While he’s working, Jack steps away from the table after begging Race to eat his food, trying to bribe him with dessert but only succeeding in getting Crutchie to hiss at him.

When Jack leaves, Weisel, against Henry’s warnings, tries to capture Crutchie, only resulting in chaos which Jack is blamed and fired for. Katherine tries to convince their manager to let Jack stay, but, unwilling to be humiliated in front of Race, Jack accepts it and scoops Race up, going home, Crutchie following closely behind them. When Race asks Jack if this was his fault, Jack brushes it off, telling Race that the manager was a vampire and that he wanted Jack to join an army of the undead. Race just shrugs and says he knew it.

When they get home, Jack loses it tries to remain calm but, after seeing Crutchie try and rip around the sofa, his anger catches up with him all at once as he tries to grab Crutchie and take him back to the shelter, getting a fight from both Crutchie and Race who’s never seen Jack like this before. Just as Jack gets Crutchie to the door, shouting that the dog hadn’t been there that long, Race counters that he hadn’t either and then he asks what happened to O’hana.

Jack breaks at that, missing his parents so badly as Crutchie calms down and Race rushes to hug Jack who brushes away his tears and promises that he’s okay, even though he couldn’t be farther from it. But he lets Race take Crutchie into his room to sleep where Race finds that Crutchie likes to build with his blocks and then destroy his own creations.

Watching from outside, Weisel is stunned by this, finding that Crutchie is still creating things, even though he may destroy them after. It goes against his programming.

The next morning, Jack wakes up to find Kloppman at his door, concerned about the job he lost and this new puppy that is untrained and seems to be causing nothing but trouble. Jack swears that he’ll find a job and takes Race out with him while looking, terrified the boy might get into more trouble without him.

Every potential job Jack might have is ruined by Crutchie who is still on the run from Weisel and Henry who are around every corner.

Even at the beach, where Jack finds there’s an opening for a lifeguard position, Crutchie manages to ruin it for him, chasing the people at the beach away. Jack is extremely dejected by this, but perks up when Katherine sits down next to him with two surfboards, offering him one as she challenges him to beat her to the water.

Jack scoops Race up on his way out and Race just giggles, loving it when Jack takes him surfing.

Reluctantly, needing to stay close to Tyler in order to ensure his own safety, he goes with them, despite his intense fear of water. To his surprise he ends up liking it and to Jack’s surprise, he ends up not minding that Crutchie’s there.

Jack loves being out on the water with Race. He used to take Race surfing with their parents all the time, always catching him in his arms when they wiped out. Race loves the ocean.

Seeing that Crutchie is out on the water and is in a vulnerable position, as he can’t swim and will sink instead of float, Weisel says that they’re going swimming, confusing Henry as they go to get Crutchie, managing to knock Jack and Race off of their board and get Jack hit in the head as they do, forcing Katherine to jump in and help them. When Jack recovers after a moment, Race panics and asks about Crutchie who did not resurface. But when Jack looks around for him, Crutchie breaks from the water and claws at Tyler who he ends up dragging down with him.

Jack dives down, kicking Crutchie off of Race and swimming him back to shore, coddling him as he cradled him to his chest and kissed him over and over again. (Jack does call Race baby. He’s always been really affectionate, even more so after they’re parents died). Katherine dives back down for Crutchie who she manages to save, though Crutchie awakes destructive and lashes out at Race, scratching into his shoulder.

When Jack looks up, he finds Kloppman watching them from afar and he asks Katherine to hold Race while he talks to him, trying to explain only for Todd to tell him that it’s over and that Race needs to be relocated to another family, asking for Jack to think about what’s best for the boy.

Unable to argue, Jack goes back to Race and holds him tight, carrying him back home as Katherine mutters that she thought they had a chance until Crutchie came along.

Crutchie follows them home. Race and Jack don’t even notice.

That night, Jack sits Race down in the hammock in their backyard and sings to him, giving him a flower that matches one that he holds in his own hand. The song he sings is one of a goodbye and Race doesn’t understand it as the wind carries their flowers away. But he leans into Jack and lets his brother hold him until he falls asleep.

That night, Race is frustrated when he wakes up in his own bed and hears the window open. Crutchie is standing there, ready to run and Race doesn’t seem at all surprised by this. He just tells Crutchie that he can leave if he wants. But if he stays, they’ll take care of him. He tells Crutchie that Jack’s really good at taking care of people.

But Crutchie does leave, regretting it only when he can’t find his way back to Race and Jack. What he doesn’t know is that Weisel and Henry have gotten fired by the federation and Weisel is excited to do things his way.

Still living on instinct, Crutchie flees unknowingly back towards the Kelly house.

In the morning, Jack is crying over his cereal when Race sulks into the room, upset that Crutchie left. Jack hugs him and tries to explain to him what’s about to happen, that they may never see each other again and that it was all gonna be okay. But Jack can’t get the words out.

He’s saved by a knock at the door which is revealed to be Katherine, telling him that she found him a job. So Jack runs into town, making Race promise not to open the door for anybody, hope filling his chest as he thinks maybe if he gets a job, they won’t take his brother away.

The moment Jack leaves, Crutchie comes crashing back, Weisel hot in his tail as Henry grabs the boy, trying to keep him out of harm's way. Unsure of what to do, Race calls Kloppman because he’s scared but Crutchie is protecting him.

Weisel ends up setting the house on fire.

When Jack hears the sirens after getting the job, he knows. He doesn’t wanna believe it, but he just knows. So he literally runs back home, Katherine right behind him.

He finds Kloppman carrying Race to the back of his car, shutting him in. And Jack loses it. He starts sobbing, begging Kloppman not to do this. He tries to explain that he’s the only one who understands Race and that Race needs him and won’t stand a chance without him. Kloppman asks him angrily if this is really what Tyler needs, pointing to a burned down house. He then tells Jack that it seems like Jack needs Tyler a lot more than Tyler needs him.

That’s what breaks Jack.

(Which, honestly… how horrible? This kid just lost both of his parents too and is now losing the only thing he has left and, I know they’re trying to do right by the underage child, but I mean… that’s so sad. No one took into account how Nani was feeling having to lose her entire family even though she was trying her best to keep what was left of her broken family. Anyway…)

He falls to his knees, letting Katherine wrap him up in her arms, trying to calm him as Jack begs Kloppman to just let him say goodbye even though Kloppman is insisting that he’s making this harder than it needs to be.

Unbeknownst to them, Race, a very smart little six year old, is listening to the whole thing, sobbing as he finally understands what’s actually happening. He unlocks the door that leads out into the woods beside their house and runs away.

He stumbles upon Crutchie who’s still running and Crutchie sees how broken he is. Reluctantly, he reveals himself to the boy, letting his true form show and scaring Race for only a moment before Race gets angry, realizing that if they hadn’t gotten Crutchie, he’d be able to stay with Jack.

While trying to run again, Crutchie and Race both manage to get captured by Snyder who was sent to hunt down 626. Snyder doesn’t seem at all bothered by the capture of an innocent little boy and states that he caught a snack for the road, though he locks him up with Crutchie who escapes easily and tries to pull Race with him before Snyder takes off, taking Race with him.

Realizing that Race isn’t in the car when he tries to drive off, Kloppman gets out and starts calling for him. So Jack runs into the woods to find him, knowing that Race loves to play hide and seek in those woods and knows it’s a place where he’s hard to find. So he rushes out alone, screaming for his brother to come back to him.

He sees Race get picked up by a monster and locked in the back of a spaceship. Terrified and confused, Jack screams out for Race, catching the attention of Crutchie who is immediately apprehended by Weisel and Henry. Henry sees Jack and apologizes, going to knock him out to try and get him to believe it was all just a dream, but Jack’s quicker than that. And he cries out about Race, demanding to know where he is. When they admit they know who Jack’s talking about he tells them to bring him back. Henry tells him that they can’t.

So Jack falls to his knees in pure agony, unable to handle another loss.

Crutchie kneels down beside him, saying o’hana. Weisel tries to pull him away but Jack stops him, asking Crutchie to say it again. So Crutchie does, promising Jack that no ones gonna get left behind and then telling Weisel that he’d go with him quietly if they went to rescue Race.

So they do.

Jack is not a good flyer, in case anyone’s wondering.

They catch up to Snyder, showing him that he in fact did not have Crutchie in his possession. When Jack sees Race who is struggling to breathe as they get high and high up, he starts panicking, trying to get to the top of the ship to encourage Race to jump down to him, but Crutchie doesn’t let him. Instead, he jumps from one ship to the next, putting Tyler on his back and getting Snyder to crash his ship while trying to fight him, only caught by Weisel at the last minute, avoiding death.

They crash land in the ocean and Jack is holding Race the whole time, even as they’re submerged in water. And then he swims them both back to shore.

Crutchie hugs Race and then goes to turn himself in, but Race then tells Weisel that it would be stealing if he did that because they bought Crutchie from an animal shelter which made him part of their family and he couldn’t do that.

Kloppman steps in to tell Weisel that this is true. Jack tightens his grip on Race, fearing that Todd might rip him away again. Kloppman explains that he used to work for the CIA, specializing in extraterrestrial activity. Then he offers Jack a second chance, explaining to him that he knew Race would be safe with Jack from now on.

Jack takes Race and Crutchie home, making their own little family with Katherine who he finally asks out on a date and things are just perfect for a while.

What do you guys think? Wanna see any scenes? Feel free to send me an ask!

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Shipwrecked [4/4]

[AO3]

Summary: When Redd’s boat crashes upon the shore of Bastion Island, Tom reluctantly takes him in while he recovers. Tom despises Redd for his past deceit, but when he has no choice but to spend time with him, Tom is reminded why he fell in love with the wily fox in the first place.

“Welcome!” Mabel chirped, ever a font of enthusiasm. She clasped her paws together. “How can I help you two?”

Redd, looking decidedly uncomfortable, did not speak up. It fell upon Tom to explain.

“He needs a wardrobe.” Tom said. “He lost most of his things in the shipwreck, so we’re replacing what we can.”

Tom could admit, to himself alone, that he would miss the sight of Redd in his shirts. But Redd really should wear more fitting, comfortable clothes instead of baggy tees. And besides, Tom didn’t have that many spares.

“Oh, of course! How many outfits were you thinking?”

“Let’s do five, to start with. And two sets of sleepwear.”

Mabel nodded, then beckoned Redd over to the fitting platform. “Right this way, Mr. Redd.”

“It’s just Redd.” He did not follow the porcupine’s instructions right away, instead murmuring to Tom: “I’ll pay you back for all of it when I can.”

Redd was embarrassed—embarrassed to be unable to provide for himself, to be forced to rely upon Tom’s charity.  

“Don’t worry about it.”

This didn’t reassure Redd; his mouth twisted in discomfort.

“But…”

“Everything alright?” Mabel circled back to them, tape measure in hand.

“Yes, just give us a moment, please.”

When Mabel returned to the platform, Tom tried a different approach. “You’ve been a great help with the boys lately.” Indeed, story time with Redd was now a nightly ritual in the Nook household. They were steadily making their way through Flurry’s entire library. “Just think of it as repayment for that, alright?”

Redd mumbled something unintelligible, but finally nodded his acceptance. They joined Mabel. Redd stepped up on the platform, and Mabel began taking his measurements, jotting them down in a little spiral notebook.

Sable watched them shrewdly from her sewing station. Redd and Sable had never met in person before, but both knew of each other thanks to stories from Tom. Redd saw Sable observing him, and he offered a sheepish smile.

“I suppose we can’t do a complete wingspan measurement for now.” Mable mused. Redd turned away from Sable to look at the younger hedgehog, grateful for the plausible excuse to break away. “I’ll just have to use the measurement of one arm for the other as well. Oh! We can fix you up with a new sling, too. Wouldn’t be hard at all.”

“It’s fine, really,” Redd demurred. “It’s not necessary.”

“Oh pish. It’ll just be a bit of fabric, won’t it?” Mabel trotted over to her sister. “Sable, surely you’ve got something lying around that we could use.”

Redd threw a helpless look to Tom. Tom only shrugged. Once Mabel got started on something, there was no stopping her.

“Here.” Sable offered up a stripe of black fabric. Mable seized it with a happy “Thanks sis!” and then spent a good ten minutes between the front of the store and the back storage room, putting together an ensemble for Redd.

“Okay, you can try these on to start with.” Mabel set a bundle of clothes down in the changing room. “Do you need any help getting dressed?”

Redd colored. “No, I can handle it myself.”

As they waited for Redd to get changed, Tom chatted lightly with Mabel. The young hedgehog was overjoyed that their middle sibling, Label, was making frequent trips into Bastion. By the time Redd emerged from the dressing room, Tom had learned more than he ever needed to know about how Label’s hot pink clothing line was revolutionizing the fashion industry.

“Well?” Redd asked, scuffing his foot on the carpet.

Tom gave him a once-over. Mabel had selected comfortable clothes, suited for island living. Redd wore tan corduroy shorts, and a light pastel color block t-shirt. He didn’t look like a sleazy businessman, but like a true islander. Like he’d fit in well here.

Tom shoved the thought aside. He and Redd had made amends, but Redd was still going to leave in a few short weeks. Best not to dwell on things like that.

“It suits you,” Tom told him.

Redd muttered a thanks before Mabel dragged him off to try on something else.

~*~

Tom chopped apples into slices in his kitchenette for today’s lunch. He was fond of pears, but was infinitely grateful to Alex for bringing other fruits to the island, thereby expanding their cuisine possibilities. He was preparing fruit salad, made of the island’s entire available assortment, and included generous scoops of orange sherbet as well.

He stopped by the Cranny to drop off the boys’ lunches before he headed outside. He found Redd exactly where he thought he would: by the sea, an easel and canvas in front of him. He was working with acrylics today. Redd was painting the shoreline before him, capturing a wave mid-crash. Even partly-done, his work was impressive. It was a bit of luck that the shipwreck had spared the fox’s dominant hand.

A little ways in front of Redd was Julian. The unicorn must have assumed Redd was here to paint him, because he was currently splayed out on sand in a very dramatic pose.

“Make sure you get my best side, glitter!”

Redd, focused on painting a collection of wispy clouds, didn’t pay Julian any mind. Unperturbed, Julian remained in his chosen pose.

Tom nudged Redd’s shoulder with the bowl of fruit salad.

“Lunch.”

“Mmm.” Redd’s gaze didn’t lift from his canvas.

There was a splotch of blue paint on one of his ears. How on earth had he managed that?

Tom set the fruit salad down on the sand beside Redd. The fox’s tail swished lazily back and forth as he worked.

“It looks very good.” Tom complimented.

“Flatterer. I’m out of practice. Been a while since I’ve done something like this.” A while since he’d patined original art instead of copying classical pieces.

Redd added layers to the wavers. They began to look like wild, angry things.

Tom frowned.

“I spoke with Orville. He has spare life jackets he can donate for your boat. And he’s happy to go over basic sailing techniques with you. It won’t be like that again.”

“It was so sudden.” Redd explained, at length. His brush paused on the canvas as his gaze became distant. “One moment the waves were calm, and the next, they were roiling. I’m lucky I got away with just this.” He gestured to his splinted arm.

“Maybe someone can go back with you.” Tom suggested. “One of the dodos at the airline could sail with you and then fly back at port.”

The light in Redd’s eyes dimmed slightly. “Oh, yeah. The dodos. Maybe.”

The air between them felt thick with awkwardness. Tom kicked at the sand, begging someone up there for a distraction.

His prayer was answered in the form of Julian.

“My goodness!” Julian gasped, clutching a hoof to his chest as he ogled Redd’s work. “What a painting! You have captured my beautiful essence! Sublime! Magnifique!”

Redd leveled him a flat look.

“Yes, that’s exactly what he was going for. You truly have a mind for art, Julian.” Tom said.

Julian gave a bow before he pranced off with a self-satisfied smirk.

Redd snickered. Tom chuckled. They seemed to set each other off. Once they started, they couldn’t stop, until they were both letting loose full belly laughs.

~*~

June was a welcome reprieve from the previous month of cold rain. The air was mostly pleasant, occasionally humid. Rain came in short bursts and cleared up just as quickly.

Tonight was mildly warm, and they’d constructed a decent-sized bonfire in the town square. Residents mingled around the area. Flurry and Diana sipped drinks and chatted. Lucky was showing Del the proper marshmallow roasting technique. Julian and Elvis were arguing over whose turn it was to sing at the microphone. Fang grumbled about “kids and their wild parties” and yet mingled with the group anyway.

Tom sat on the swell of a grassy hill, overlooking the plaza. Sable was at his right. She could never sit entirely still, so she’d brought a half-finished scarf along with her to work on.

He watched the impromptu party for several moments, until a thought occurred to him. He straightened up from his casual slouch. Where were the boys? They knew the island, but it was still scorpion season.

“Sable, have you seen—?”

She pointed before he finished his sentence. Tom squinting in the dim lighting to see what she was gesturing towards.

“Oh. Oh no.”

“Mhm.”

Celeste had dragged her brother over to her telescope. Blathers was peering through it as Celeste chattered at his side. The siblings were utterly preoccupied with their occupation, completely oblivious to the three forms sidling up behind them. Timmy, Tommy, and Redd were inching closer and closer. Each of them was holding a fake rubber tarantula. Tom had raised an eyebrow when the boys ordered a box of them a week ago, but hadn’t thought to question why they wanted them. He’d just assumed they were for the Cranny’s stock.

Timmy giggled visibly, his tiny shoulders shaking with laughter. Redd shushed him.

“Shouldn’t we stop them?” Tom asked.

“Better Blathers than me.” Sable said simply, needles clicking lightly as she knit. There was a gleam of mischief in her brown eyes.

“Sable!” She startled a laugh from him.

The boys rose up on their tip-toes to place their fake bugs on Blathers’ shoulders; Redd deposited his rubber tarantula atop the owl’s head.

Blathers, feeling the touch, lifted his wing in confusion. He squawked at the bugs on his wings, and flapped them in panic. In his fright, the tarantula on his head slipped down, landing right between his eyes. Blathers’ resultant squeal turned everyone’s heads.

Timmy and Tommy leaned on each other, bodies wracked with laughter. Redd snickered.

Blathers, having now realized he’d been played, stomped over to the perpetrators. He pointed an accusatory wing at Redd.

“You! You—You—!”

“Hey, hey, calm down, Babbles. Don’t get your feathers in a twist.”

Blathers sputtered indignantly.

“You wouldn’t hurt an invalid, would you?”

“I... well...no…but still!”

Redd sobered. “Sorry, I guess we went too far. I apologize. Put ‘er there.” Redd held out his hand for a shake, to make amends.

Blathers took it—then shrieked again. Redd had palmed him another fake spider. The boys started giggling again.

Tom facepalmed.

~*~

Tom deposited the splint and sling on the coffee table. The fur on Redd’s now-freed arm was a bit matted, unwashed for seven weeks. But the arm itself appeared sound.

“Well?” Tom asked, a touch anxiously. “How does it feel?”

Redd flexed his arm carefully. Drew his fingers into a loose fist before he extended them again.

“A bit tender. Stiff. But better.”

Redd’s ship had been fully patched up about a week ago. Now that the fox’s arm was finally healed, there was no real reason for Redd to stick around. He had confessed to coming here to see Tom. But Tom couldn’t give his heart away so easily a second time. And Redd had never promised to stay, only to visit.

Tom busied himself by picking at some fuzz on the arm of the couch. “I suppose you’ll be wanting to get on your way then.”

“...Actually, I figured I should stick around for a bit.”

“Oh?” Tom was grateful his tone came off at just the right level of interested, not too eager.

“Sure. Should probably hang around another week. Maybe more. You know, just to make sure my arm is strong enough. It’ll be a problem if I get out there and can’t really grasp the wheel.”

“Uncle Redd!”

“...Redd!”

Timmy and Tommy burst into the room, a whirlwind of excitement. Tommy was clutching a new book to his chest.

“Can you read this one to us tonight?”

“...night?”

“Of course.”

The twins noticed Redd’s discarded splint, and squeezed themselves on either side of Redd to cuddle.

“Careful, boys.” Tom warned. He didn’t want them to accidentally hurt Redd in their enthusiasm.

“They’re fine,” Redd said, softly. He gently ruffled the fur on both the boys’ heads.

“K.K. is in town today. Can we all go see him?”

“...him?”

“Who?” Redd asked.

“He’s Uncle Tom’s favorite.”

“...favorite.”

Redd raised an eyebrow at Tom. “Favorite?” He repeated, dryly.

“Favorite  musician.” Tom corrected.

“Can we go? Please?”

“...please?”

“Why not.” Tom said. The boys cheered and scampered off to get ready.

~*~

Lightning bugs blinked in the air as the quartet meandered from the Cranny over to the town plaza. K.K. sat on his customary stool, giving his guitar a quick tuning before his performance. A few villagers were already milling around the area, waiting for the evening concert to begin.

“Right, my dudes and lady dudes, any request?” The musician asked the crowd.

Suggestions were hollered out, and K.K. inevitably went with a jaunty fairground melody. Diana and Julian clapped along to the melody. Isabelle coaxed the twins into dancing with her, and the trio jumped and swayed merrily in the center of the plaza. One song melted into the next, and more villagers joined in. Muffy twirled in elegant pirouettes. Del performed a shambling robot. Neither of them really matched the tone of the music, but they were having fun.

Redd nudged Tom. “You should be out there too.”

“Me?” Tom laughed. “Hardly.”

“What, are you shy?” Redd teased, before he offered his hand. “C’mon. I’ll go with you.”

After a beat, Tom placed his paw in Redd’s. It was warm.

Redd didn’t bring them to the center, instead lingering on the fringe of the group. Neither of them tried to keep up with the frantic beat of the music, instead swaying with each other, from side to side. They were close like this, closer than they had been in some time. Redd smelled like the sea, like his acrylics, like the lemon-scented soap Tom owned. Their noses brushed by accident.

“Sorry.” Redd murmured.

“No, no—it’s fine.” Tom had one hand splayed across Redd’s back. For support.

The music shifted to something slower. Tom groaned inwardly as he recognized the melody. K.K. Love Song. He glanced over to K.K. Timmy and Tommy were next to him, looking rather smug. Had they been the ones to request the song? After all he’d done for them…

At least Redd was unfamiliar with the music. The one saving grace.

“I’ve been thinking.”

“Never a good sign.” Tom quipped, weakly.

“I’m grateful for everything you all did to rebuild my ship.” It was still shocking to hear Redd speak so plainly, so honestly. “But, if it was alright with you, I thought. That maybe instead of going, I could...stay?”

Tom froze. It was what he’d wanted, and now that it was being offered to him, he could scarcely believe it.

Redd mistook his silence for a denial. He began to draw away.

“Sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I’ll go. I can go tomorrow.”

Tom clutched his arm so he wouldn’t slip away. “No! No, I mean—yes. If you wanted to stay I wouldn’t be opposed.”

Redd’s smile was like the sun.

“Good. Great. Yeah.” He let out a breathless laugh of relief.

“We’ll have to pick a plot of land for you. Alex can help coordinate that.”

“We’ll be neighbors. Neighbors,” Redd tested the word out, and seemed to like it. “I’ll badger you for a cup of sugar. You’ll yell at me for mowing my lawn too early in the morning.”

“The boys will lose their baseball in your yard. You’ll have to return it. Over and over again.”

“Will I? Maybe I’ll be a crotchety neighbor. Who wants those darned whippersnappers messing about my perfectly-trimmed lawn?”

Tom laughed. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You love it.”

Tom did.

It was a good idea for them to live separately, for now. They would wade into it slowly this time, not plummet into the deep end right off. They’d see what happened, how it played out. But even though they were taking their relationship slow, that didn’t mean he couldn’t…

Tom ducked down to press a chaste kiss to Redd’s cheek.

“Welcome home, Redd.”

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Mission Hill Review: Plan 9 From Mission Hill or I Married a Gay Man From Outer Space!

Commission for @weirdkev27​. Hallowen Havoc marches on! For my first commission ever, I take a look at the cult classic mission hill’s final produced episode and one of it’s most loved. Kevin’s visit to an x rated movie pays off less with boobs and more with a friendship with his elderly gay neighbor and film buff wally and a new appreciation for cinema, only for this new friendship to nearly end over Kevin’s good natured attempt to spotlight Wally’s only film, the man from pluto. Gay spaceman, a touching gay love story, and a surprisingly likeable guy with a neckbeard insue. Spoilers and full recap FROM PLUTO, under the cut. 

Well this was a nice suprise. After the utterly draining process of my review of “Let’s Get Dangerous”, it was a nice suprise to find out one of my handful of fans had tried to comission me a while back and I hadn’t realized it, and I was happy to oblige him. I was even happier when I found out what his commission was: Plan 9 From Mission HIll, an episode i’d planned to cover for pride but got squeezed out due to how little i’d planned the month out in advance, a lesson I still REALLY need to learn. Regardless not only was it a nice, funny, and heartwarming ep to cover after the sheer amount of analysis and recapping the last one took, I realized it ended up fitting the spooky season, as there’s just as much fun to be had in truly fantastic horror movies like “Nightmare on Elm Street”, “Get Out”, “Child’s Play”, “Tales from the Hood” and “The Thing” as there is from so bad it’s great horror films like “House (The Japanese one), C.H.U.D. II: Bud The Chud, Terror Toons and House Shark. Seriously watch House Shark i’ts hilarious. Hell I fully plan on watching the Gary Busey film Hider in the House tomorrow. I mean it’s a film about hollywood’s favorite nutball  living in the walls and attic of someone’s house. What’s not to love? Maybe it might be entirely boring but that’s the risk you sometimes take to find so bad it’s gold filmaking. Plus cheeestastic films like these are the reason we have the classsic and incomprable mystery science theater 3000 and it’s succesor rifftrax. So while I need to watch more of them, I have a spot in my likely overtaxed heart for this kind of film, and as a result this episode resonated with me on rewatch in a way it didn’t the first time around, even if it was still my faviorite. 

Backing up a bit as usual I like to give my history with a show first time covering it: Mission HIll was one of a handful of shows picked up by Adult Swim in it’s early days. Since most of Adult Swim’s early originals were 11 minutes at a time when this was still a new and radical thing they were doing having 11 minute shows that weren’t sold as half hour pairs of 11 minute episodes, they likely needed more shows to fill up the air and clevelry simply bought the rights to several shows that had only had one season, along with Family Guy and Futurama which as history would bear out both made the shows into huge names in the animation industry but brought both back.. though in Family Guy’s case sometimes dead is better. Point is, several shows got a second life thanks to Cartoon Network if sadly not more seasons, with the sole exception of the utter classic Home Movies which I really need to talk about at some point, and thus are really more associated with Adult Swim than their original networks. Hell before doing this review I genuinely didn’t know what Mission HIll’s original networks. But now you know the framework this show came out in what IS Mission Hill anyway? 

MIssion Hill was a cartoon from the wonderful brains of Bill Oakely and Josh Weinstein, no relation to the MST3K one who due to this confusion now goes by J. Elvis Weinstein instead, who showran the simpsons and did some great episodes, my faviorte of there’s being $pringfield, aka the casino one. 

The show was about Andy, a 24 year old slacker whose happily lazing about after college in his loft with his friends Jim, a stoic but friendly stoner played by Brian Posehn, and Posey, a sensitive hippie. However when he goes to pickup his childhood dog he ends up with an unexpected roomate: His nerdy, sheltered and neurotic brother Kevin, who has a love of sci fi, a type a personality and a habit of going bling blong to focus when studying or just whenever. He’s also voiced by future robin and future psychopath claming to be robin Scott Mellinville. Also in the building are Carlos and Natalie, an unemployed artist and college professor and their baby Nameless.  I forgot they existed.  And of course saving the best for last we have the brother’s neighbors, and a very early gay couple for animated television Wally and Gus, played by the legendary Tom Kenny and Nick Jameson who hasn’t done much of note but does a great job anyway. Wally is a fastudious, Gus is angry and very brooklyn, but the two genuinely love each other, makeout frequently, with their first showing off the two as a gay couple, and are an adorable but very beliviable couple. It’s part of WHY I wanted to spotlight them. The late 90′s/early 2000′s, the show originally aired in 99 and into 2000 and aired on adult swim in the early 2000 for the curious, were not a great time to be gay in animation with most gay characters used as punchlines and hardly any queer stories. Not only that but just a year earlier will and grace had to have one overly camp chracter and one “regular” gay character in order to get made. Granted that show has it’s issues but still, the point stands having a gay couple that plays fairly realistically, is shown to both be sexually active and love each other and who’ve been together for decades was a hell of a step for a medium where Family Guy around the same time had a joke with the punchline “Whoa transvestite back off!” Granted Family Guy would do far worse to both the gay and trans communities, but we’ll get to that someday. Or sooner if you commission me, but I swear if you do I will pull a gary busey on your house. Point is not only is it INCREIDBLY forward for it’s time but it holds up even now. There’s a reason the creators are working on a spinoff/revivial focused on the two and a reason these two tend to be one of the most talked about elements of the show. That and frankly their hilarious having realistic banter.. and also having one episode where Gus has a knife in his head for a whole episode. It helps that this episode, their spotlight one and the last one produced, is also one fo the series best. So with all that build up let’s take a look shall we? 

We open with Kevin passing a theater showing x rated movies and are shown, over a bunch of times of him passing it him condeming it publicly but his tone clearly telegraphing the classic battle between a teenage boy and his dick. Dick wins and Kevin heads inside and gives us... this. 

.... If you will excuse me, please enjoy the musical stylings of the late great Zorak while I go shower the “EeEEEEEEUUUUGGggggggHHHhhuuuuuuggghhhhhhhhewwwwuuuuugggghhhhggooooodddddddwwwyyyyyy” off me. 

God rest his soul. Okay i’m good now. Thankfully this isn’t an episode about Kevin getting addicted to x-rated theater, and they already did an episode about him masturbating. No really it actually had a good message as Kevin was so embarassed about the incident, he nearly let two other guys, granted not remotley good people who were stealing from there anyway, take the fall. Andy even ends up giving a great speech coming to his defense

“People, you mock this boy, but it's your fault he's here today. Your hypocrisy has made this boy a prisoner, terrified of his own sexuality. So much so that he'd rather send two relatively-innocent men to prison than admit he looks at pornography! He thinks his natural urges are filthy and perverted, and why? Because of your conspiracy of silence! Nobody dares admit the truth - that you're all just like him!”

IT’s a damn good moment and a good message. That sadly is still relevant as America still views sex as worse than violence for some weird reason. At least he has the internet now. Anywho when Kevin goes to see what’s up he runs into Wally who explains the confusion: He’s just showing old “X-Rated films”. Now some of you are probably wondering “Wait non-porn films used to use that?” Or “Wait what’s an x-rating?” Well while I knew some films did used to do that I was honestly curious myself as to why it was retired and why porn films got to use it and took a quick hop to google to find out reading both the wikipedia article for the rating and this vulture article on the subject to get a slightly deeper look at it. 

It’s actually quite intresting as I genuinelly also didn’t know when the MPAA ratings started for films: When the rating’s board started in 1968 there were four raitings: G, GP (Later flipped to PG), R and X. X was the modern equivlent of today’s R really, and films like Last Tango in Paris, Midnight Cowboy and a Clockwork Orange, with Orange even having a poster up at the cinema in this episode and Midnight Cowboy being part of the plot very soon. We’ll get to that in the moment. Point is it allowed filmakers to push the envelope break barriers all that good stuff and makes me curious about those very films, which is a good thing as i’ll admit to not being exactly a film buff.  But as Kevin’s confusion here shows, eventually the porn industry took a hold of it, using the X as a way to get sex movies into regular cinemas and have an air of legitimacy, hence why Debbie Does Dallas was a mainstream hit.. and yes that’s an actual film that I only know about thanks to I Love the 70′s. If your wondering why the MPAA just couldn’t you know, tell them to know or why they didn’t take over other ratings it turns out for some weird reason why the G and R ratings were owned by them, and later PG , they forgot to trademark X and by the time they even thought of it it was too late. Hence terms like XXX rated and what not or the ungodly stupid XXX porn parodies. Just.. just give them actual names and slap “A porn parody” ont he end if you want to avoid a lawsuit.  Naturally the film industry struck back and X soon went from a way to have daring, interesting films.. to basically a threat by the MPAA that your film wouldn’t be carried by any major distributors if it had one, with Dawn of the Dead having to just go unrated just to get distributed. The 80′s brought the killing stroke: With the rise of big theater chains, mall theaters with restrictions I wasn’t aware of, and big home video outlets like blockbuster that didn’t carry porn, the x rating was well and truly dead and the MPAA lukewarmly added NC-17 which serves the same bullshit purpose as theaters still refuse to carry them and the MPAA still uses it for essenitally the same reason. Nothing changed! If your wondering why people sometimes have problems with the MPAA, yeah there’s your answer, as they could’ve campaigned harder for NC-17 but clearly enjoyed having a raiting to hold over films heads. 

So yeah if you don’t know, know you know bud, let’s move on. So yeah Wally explains the confusion and decides to educate Kevin on film by showing him Midnight Cowboy, with John Voight “Before his head looked like a radish” and Dustin Hoffman. Also Andy brings up Sphere.. a film I also know nothing about. Hang on... checking Letterboxd and okay. It’s a Dustin Hoffman starring Sci-Fi film about a research team investigating a mysterious sphere at the bottom of the sea. Huh.. I prefer Cube myself but to each his own.  But once Kevin clams up he really enjoys it. Will grant the episode lays it on a tad thick, with Kevin comparing the film to , of all things, Armageddon. I mean I get MIcheal Bay is a good metric for crowd pleasing schlock but still, even nerds have standards. My standards aren’t very high at times mind as I still want to watch this sometime today. 

But I still think even awkward teens have better standards. Then again one of my faviorite films at the time was Saving Silverman which while I can’t hate it due to nostalgia , having watched it from 5th grade well into my teens, I can see was not very good. Though it did have R. Lee Ermy being both really funny and turning out to be gay so that was awesome. 

And he does make a good point that heroes like Ratzzo Rizzo don’t go well on Taco Bell cups.. though it also feels weird to me in 2020 where while not big sellers films with deep stories and unlikeable heroes are some of the biggest on tv and one of them was one of the greatest animated series of the last decade, so things must’ve been pretty damn bleak in 1999. The two also run into Gus who wants dinner and a fight ensues between the couple about the fact Gus owns a restraunt, could just bring his lunch etc. It’s hilarious and as I said I like how they feel like a couple you’d meet in real life. Sadly I don’t have an elderly gay couple in my neighborhood but here’s hoping. Or maybe i’ll be the neighborhoods wally when I grow up who knows. Also Tom Kenny’s delivery is great. 

Kevin later relays his fun day to his loftmates, with Andy expressing genuine suprise at Wally’s job and love of art house cinema, as none of them knew what he actually did. Andy’s genuinely shocked and mildly appalled they’ve lived near Wally for so long but having no idea what he does.. but really I had a sweet old lady, Delores who lived next to me for almost my entire life before she moved to be closer to her family, visited her house frequently pet her cats, went to her house after school at one point.. and I cannot tell you what he did, so it’s incredibly relatable. However in a scene that’s both hilarious but also really, really sweet, the three relate that they do know him well and due to being neighbors after all and know Gus and Wally’s morning routine: They wake up at 8, Wally brews the Coffee, Gus reads him the funnies, then they shower together while singing college fight songs, and then, with Jim saying this part so picture it in Brian Posehn’s voice please you won’t regret it, argue or have gay sex and then it’s off to work. It’s really sweet, both in showing off their well worn dynamic with each other, and the fact that the loftmates really DO know these two even if they dont’ know everything and they are close in their own way. Kevin can only give out a “Hm” in response... which is probably the closest he can get to saying touche without breaking into nerdy giggles. 

Cue the good times montage as Wally introduces Kevin to Ingmar Bergman, who I have heard of even if i’ve never seen any of them, and some director I never heard of who made old timey comedies apparently. IT’s a really nice sequence. Kevin also shows 2001: A Space Oddesy to his friends, who are bored to tears by it while Kevin’s enraptured. Which I would say was another heavy-handed swipe at late 90′s cinema but being a teen myself who had mostly watched things like Star Wars, I did not gel with 2001 and need to rematch it at some point, so I totally relate to his friends utter boredom and confusion with it given it’s rep. It’s a visually stunning film. I will however stand by not liking Star Trek: The Motion Picture, as that film TRIES to be 2001 but is instead just really, REALLY boring. 

But naturally things can be entirely good natured bonding between an elderly gay man and , as Wally puts it in the best line of the episode “The son god never wanted me to have”, as Kevin notices a film coming up that Wally apparently made, and looks to star gus. Wally panics and shoos his young protég�� away... which yeah he could’ve just you know told him he doesn’t like the film or anything else and prevented this episode but then we wouldn’t of seen the gay equilvent of plan 9 from outer space so fair enough. 

At the Gus’ Diner, the loftmates and their neighbors I mentioned earlier look over the poster, and we find out from Gus that that is him, and he starred in a movie.. and naturally Wally explained never showing it to his husband in the simplest way possible: By claming a shark ate it. You know while I watched the show I didn’t quite get it when I was younger and it’s probably why it took me decades to revisit it.. but I wish I had sooner this show is REALLY damn funny and i’m really looking forward to that spinoff with Wally and Gus. 

Wally continues to dodge Kevin, so Kevin, trying to find info about the film and it being lost, goes to the video store.. back when those existed. Something I have to give the show is honestly the use of vhs, visits to video stores, and the movies Kevin mentions are the only things that really date this film. While swapping another Dustin Hoffman film in proved impossible, it is plausible Kevin would see it streaming somewhere. and it’s easy enough to swap Armageddon for Rise of Skywalker given that film’s just as good.. Last Jedi was excellent though. Point is this story REALLY holds up, which is the sign of a good story: where even if some elements are stamped to the time, the story itself could easily be told again with few changes. It’s also why i’m not AGAINST Reboots, as my coverage of ducktales makes obvious: As long as stories can still be told or you can retell a story in a unique and intresting way, it’s fine to reuse something. I do think hollywood overdoes it, but I’ve never thought there was genuine harm in it or reviving old franchises. It’s all in how you do it.  But yeah while the local video store dosen’t help at all, Andy happens to know just the man for the job, though Jim and Posey nope out of going with them. Also something to note is the series animation: It’s animated like an old 30′s cartoon or a comic strip, modernized a bit in color and realisim, but still having comic strip stuff like shaking head lines, heat lines coming off coffee that sort of thing.  I really love it. 

Anyways the brothers head off to a funky out of the way video store, I wish there were more hole in the wall used media stores where I lived. We mostly have chains like Vintage Stock and Half-Priced Books, though I genuinely love both of those stores and VIntage Stock is the modern equilvent of places like blockbuster honestly. Anyway after Beardo confuses Kevin for an Employee kevin asks him about the man from pluto which Beardo reveals he knows about but is very rare and has few prints. I like Beardo.. he’s a neckbeard who seems more liable to complain abotu some reboot on the fact their rebooting it again rather than “gasp” women are involved. I prefer my neckbeards just a tad pretentious rather than you know, sexist, homophobic, deranged assholes with nothing better to do. I mean i’m still living at home and didn’t get out much before the pandemic either but you dont’ see me bitching every time a franchise gets a female lead. 

Anyway, Kevin is inspired by that and with help from everyone gets the word out about the film. As you’d expect though this can’t end well, as Wally tries avoiding the premire entirely (And we get a great bit where Jim happens to see him trying to flee down the fire escape and Wally’s expression is priceless) 

Huh.. I bet that’s what Rob Reiner when North had it’s premire. As you can probably guess the showing dosen’t go well: The film itself is a hilarious combination of the day the earth stood still (the general plot as we’ll find out more in a second) and Plan 9 From Outer Space (A cheestatic no budget film with a hulking man brute who can’t act as the lead), and in catching the feel of a b-movie it’s utterly perfectly done. This film would go perfect on MST3K and the audience’s howls of laughter agrees with me. 

Wally however is utterly humiliated and doesn’t want to speak to Kevin which.. yeah is about the only issue I have with an otherwise marvelous episode. While I get Wally’s humiliation was Kevin’s fault.. Kevin GENUINELY meant well. While Kevin is book smart at his core he’s a dumb kid who didn’t know any better and didn’t realize Wally hated his film and it’s Wally’s own damn fault for not telling him.  Sure Kevin should’ve picked up the hint, but given the kid is oblivious and didn’t even know what an x raiting is it’s clear he’s not the sharpest crayon in the box when it comes to life experince. Wally had every opportunity to just explain his story but didn’t. And I put most of the blame on Wally when he’s you know, the adult. He’s a 60 or so year old man. He should know better. But it really doesn’t take away from the episode entirely.  But the loftmates clearly love the film and are quoting bits from it, with jim having a fishbowl on his head, when they run into Wally, though Wally is fine with them admitting it’s crap and he knows it is. We then get what REALLY makes the episode and really makes me primed for a spinoff: Wally and Gus’ backstory, which also makes it obvious the crew was probably going to use the two more had the series got another season. 

Anyways it was the 50′s, Archie Andrews was an average teen and not shredded both in muscle and by a bear that one time, Fonzie was out and about and eyying, and Wally was a first unit director given a shot as the studio asked him for a script having utter faith in him. HIs script was a day the earth stood still esque parable on the Cold War.. until he met Gus who, naturally for Gus, was outrunning a ton of police having stumbled on set and likely defeated them all bare handed because Gus is as incredible as the hulk and likely also comes back through a glowing green door when he dies.  So Wally made the tragic mistake of mixing his love life with his career, and lost both Kurt Douglas, who he bumped down from lead for Gus, and Charleton Hesston who just walked off and they got a dinkier stage and worse actors as a result. The resulting film ended Wally’s career but he was able to sell the rights to cinemas to make enough for them to start over in mission hill and buy the diner.. and at least they had each other. It’s a really great story that explains why it upsets Wally so much: This was his baby and while he dosen’t even for one second regret meeting gus or the life they’ve had, he regrets that his one film was a total trainwreck and goes off to the theater to mope as he plays his film for laughing crowds, as it was naturally held over. I mean when you get the next plan 9 from outer space, this was a bit before the room mind you, you hold onto that shit. 

Kevin, who heard the whole thing, goes to mope by watching what is likely a MIcheal Bay film, who was a target even then folks. Oh you poor poor fools you knew not how much worse it could get... i.e. robot testicles. Just.. robot testicles. And their MAKING A DELUXE MOVIE DEVISTATOR. Why. Just.. why who wanted this after that scene. He’s sworn off good movies as he feels he no longer deserves them. Andy however bluntly tells him to cut the pity party, while he’s moping his friend really needs him and when you love somebody, you put your pants on for them. When you love somebody you see it to the end, when you love somebody the conclusions forgone when you love somebody you put your big boy pants right onnnnn! ... I’ll put the song at the end. Point is Kevin goes to help his friend, and as Wally is moping in the projection booth and wonders what he was thinking Kevin tells him the obvious truth: He was thinking of how far he’d go.  “You taught me the best films are personal stories.. and this film is your valentine to Gus” While Wally starts to break a little, he does point out it doesn’t make it good.. but Kevin rightly counters that he’s not so sure of it. Wally sees the audience enjoying the film and goes down, with all of them carrying red light bulbs like the one gus has to show when he’s mad in the film. And Wally finally realizes waht I got to in the beginning: It doesn’t matter if a film’s good or bad, what matters is someone enjoys it. A film can be utterly terrible, and still be good. It can be a mess and still have merit. And Wally finally realizes it doesn’t matter if it’s the film he wanted, it’s the film he made for his future husband, it’s a film that brings laughter and sticks in people’s heads and really  brings them a godo time. It’s a film worth remembering and Wally finally accepts that and his film as his own.  Later that night Kevin and Wally exit the theater, with Wally no longer mad at him and the two still friends or as Wally puts it in the second best line of the episode “As close as an elderly gay man and a straight boy can be” Awwww. The two depart and we get a touching final scene as Wally comes home and finds a bottle of wine and a note from gus saying he has a suprise for him> Turns out Gus put on his old space helmet.. but fell asleep in it. So we get a really nice tender moment as Gus takes the  helmet off, smooches his husband on his bald head and smiles brightly as the episode ends.

Final Thoughts on The Man From Pluto or I Married a Gay Man From Outer Space: Before you ask each episode had two titles for funzies, the first one to get past the censors and the second for fun and likely what they would’ve gone with if they could. As for this episode.. it’s spectacular. It holds up well even 20 years later, it’s touching, sweet and really damn funny and makes me want to rewatch the show as a whole again. I highly recommend seeking it out and hope mission hill is eventually made officially available somewhere. Till then you can find the whole series including this episode on YouTube and despite being the last one you could easily watch this one first if you want and it’s a decent enough intro to the show as a whole. I highly recommend it, an utter pleasure to watch.  If you liked this review, you can comission your own by PMing me on this very blog, just mention you want to do a comission and we can talk it out. As this review proves, it dosen’t have to be a show i’ve done before or even one that’s remotely recent. Hell i’d gladly do Fonz and The Happy Days gang, the animated happy days spinoff that’s like dr. who but with the Fonz. Yes really. Whatever you want i’ll do it as long as it’s not porn for just 5 bucks an episode and 10 for a movie. YOu can also join my patreon, and for 2 dollars a month get acess to my discord (that i’ll start once I get patreons) and once I get enough patreons exclusive polls or 10 bucks for all of that and a review of your choice each month. You can find said patreon right here. And even 1 buck a month would be apricated if you can spare it and if not simply reblog this and share it around.  You can also follow this blog for weekly ducktales, loud house and amphibia coverage as they come out.  I’d also personally thank WeirdKev27 for both being a long time fan of this blog and for the comission. 

Until we meet again say safe, wear a mask, check your atttic for Gary Busey and happy Halloween! Play us out Mr Heere!

[leilabeaux]

Luck Be a Lady

Chapter Three

Masterlist | One Two

Pairing: Alex x Reader

Word Count: 3799

Summary: A trip to the strip club. What’s the worst thing that could happen?

Warnings: There is schmut! Hint of F/F (it’s a strip club, this was bound to happen), possible infidelity, cunnilingus

Author’s Note: I thought this story was going to be three chapters but I’m going to need one more to wrap this part of their story up.

This is such a bad idea. If you were sober, this more than likely would have been your first thought as you paid your cover at the front of the club. All the free drinks you’ve consumed throughout the night were starting to catch up with you. Although you were still able to speak clearly and walk steadily enough, you knew you were not of sound mind. You also knew that it wasn't entirely the alcohol to blame as you cast a glance towards your new found friend.

Ever since Alex had mentioned taking his jacket off of you, you have been stuck between taking him up on his offer and keeping him at an arm's length. You were enjoying spending time with him but as the night went on, your resolve to keep him out of your room, and ultimately your pants, was starting to deteriorate. When you asked him what he wanted to do for the remainder of the night, a small part of you was daring him to say what you knew he really wanted to say. 

When he mentioned that he and Marco had thought about going to a strip club, you couldn’t help but giggle. They were two young men visiting Sin City, the answer to your question should have been obvious. Maybe he thought you would never pounce on the idea but he was going to learn that sometimes you were full of surprises. 

You definitely were not a stranger to strip clubs especially after spending your birthday and first night in town at one. And there may or may not have been one point in your life where you waitressed at one. Bi was still convinced you probably did more than serve drinks but you enjoyed being the little shit that you were and refused to confirm nor deny it.

You originally thought coming here would take some heat off you and put some necessary distance between you two. The less Alex stared at you, the less likely you would climb onto his lap. As Alex draped his arm over the back of your chair, it was starting to be clear that you thought wrong. You had hoped that he would be too distracted by the naked woman on the main stage but when you felt his hand softly caress your arm, you only had one lingering thought in your head. Fuck.

“Well, shit. I know I can’t do that one,” you admitted after watching the dancer transition into an inverted split while spinning around the pole. You leaned forward in your chair to mainly get some space but also to throw down some bills onto the stage.

Alex tossed his own tip down before turning to look at you with his mouth slightly agape. You could already see the wheels turning in his head. He slid his tongue across his bottom lip. “Can’t do that one? I think you need to elaborate on that, my sweet girl.”

You shook your head after stealing a sip of beer from his bottle. “Wait, your sweet girl?” you asked with an eyebrow raised.

He looked surprised as if he didn’t even notice what he said, “Yeah? You’re a girl? And you make sweets?” You snorted at his bullshit answer. “Now tell me what you meant.”

“No, I don’t think I will.”

You’re not sure how it was possible with you two sitting in separate chairs but he somehow pressed up closer to you and lowered his mouth down to your ear. His warm breath tickled your neck. “I think I’ll just have to find a way to convince you to tell me.”

Oh damn. You looked into his eyes before glancing down to his lips. The smell of his cologne was seeming more intoxicating than all the drinks you’ve had so far. Why did he have to smell so good? He was so close and for the first time tonight, pushing him away was the last thing on your mind. Just as you were about to press your lips against his, a high pitched voice startled the two of you.

“Hiya! How’s your guys’ night going?”, a busty blonde asked as she sat herself on the arm of Alex’s chair. Sensing now that she may have interrupted the moment, she got back to her feet immediately, “Oh I’m sorry! Did I ruin the mood?!”

“Yeah, we were kind of talking,” he stated bluntly, obviously frustrated at her bad timing.

“No, you’re fine,” you uttered at the same time.

The bubbly dancer wrinkled her brow in confusion before putting a wide smile back on her face. “Either way, let me make it up to you. How about a private dance for two for a slightly reduced price?” She asked, possibly hoping to make another couple hundred before the end of her shift.

“You know, it is his first time visiting this lovely city,” you grinned. As if he knew where you were headed with this, Alex started shaking his head. “And I think it would be absolutely tragic if we left here without him getting one lap dance.”

Clapping her hands, the blonde bounced with excitement. She took both your and his hand in hers as she led you to the back where the private rooms were. “I was hoping you would say yes! I’m Harlie, by the way, and you two are in for a treat.” She looked over each shoulder to take the two of you in. “Or maybe I’m the one who’s in for a treat.”

You both settled onto the plush couch while Harlie closed the door and got the music ready. You looked over at him, expecting him to have his eyes on the scantily clad woman but was surprised to see him staring at you instead. 

“What?”, you mouthed to him. Just as he started opening his mouth to respond, he was interrupted by the sounds of a slow, sultry song playing over the room’s speakers.

“Because I’m such a gentlewoman, ladies first!” She untied her bikini top and playfully threw it in Alex’s face before straddling your lap. “Now I only make this exception for the hot girls only,” she giggled as she took your left hand and placed it on her chest, giving you a chance to gently palm her large breast. You looked up at her as you allowed your thumb to graze her nipple, provoking another giggle out of the dancer.

You turned your gaze over to the man sitting next to you. His eyes focused on where your hand was before looking down, watching as Harlie started grinding her hips against yours to the beat of the music. Sliding your other hand over to meet his, you started to caress the back of his hand. His eyes looked up to meet yours while he turned his hand over, interlacing your fingers with his. Once again, a high pitched squeak pulled both of your attention away from each other.

“You guys are just so cute! So what’s the occasion tonight?” Lifting your hand off her chest, she kept it in her grip as she eyed your wedding band, “Are we celebrating an anniversary?”

“Oh no, we—“ Alex started to protest before you chimed in.

“We actually...have not been married for too long. I think it’s been almost two days now. Isn’t that right, baby boy?” You flashed him a grin.

He raised his eyebrow before giving a small laugh and nodding his head, “My sweet girl is right. We hadn't been engaged too long but I didn’t think I could wait one more year to marry her. So we went to that little white chapel straight from the airport and said our vows before God and Elvis.”

“Elvis?” You tried to contain your own laughter, “That’s right, he did officiate the ceremony.”

Harlie, who had since vacated your lap, could only stare at the two of you as you both tried to hold in your snickering. Trying to bring the mood back around because she was working after all, “Well, how about I get a bit of a show? Let me get a kiss between you two.”

The laughter stopped. Alex looked at her then back at you, “Uh, no...that’s okay. Y/N is a little shy. Not that big on PDA.”

Surprised that he wasn’t trying to take advantage of the request, you leaned in closer towards him. “My hand was just on her tit, dear. I think we can give her just one small kiss,” you reasoned with both him and yourself. Maybe just get one kiss out of the way and he and any temptation would officially be out of your head.

He barely let you finish your sentence before pressing his lips against yours. You could have ended it there but instead you chose to bring your hands up to softly cup his face in your palms, closing your eyes and deepening the kiss. Opening his mouth, he slid his tongue against your upper lip as if silently asking you to let him in. You, being quite the opportunist, first took a chance to give his bottom lip a small nip before granting his wish.

Alex groaned out before gliding his tongue against yours, grabbing a hold of your hips and pulling you onto his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck while you moaned into the kiss. Feeling the hardening bulge underneath you, you couldn’t stop yourself from grinding your hips against him. Both of you were so lost in each other that you forgot that you two were not alone.

Harlie grabbed her discarded top and started to put it on as she made an exit out of the room. She had already been paid and was sure the newlyweds wouldn’t mind being left alone for the remaining two songs. The bouncer standing guard at the backroom entrance raised his eyebrow at her when he saw she was leaving without her customers.

“I’m just giving them some alone time. I think they have about five minutes left and after that you can give them the boot.” she said to the imposing wall of a man. He still had his eyebrow raised but offered no response, “C’mon, Lenny, they’re in loooove. It’s so sweet, I might even have a cavity now! Haven’t you ever been so in love?”

“Yeah, three times exactly. And I’m still paying all three of them alimony.” He looked straight ahead doing a scan of the crowd in front of him, “Fine. But you’re on cleaning duty if they make a mess!”

Harlie stood at attention and then gave him a salute, “Ay! Ay! Captain!”

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The elevator ride up to your floor seemed like an eternity. Part of it due to all the other guests in front of you trying to get off on their respective floors and also because of the man currently behind you, holding you close to his body. After being told kindly to leave the club and get a room by the stone faced bouncer, you two were having a hard time keeping your hands off each other.

His hand was underneath your t-shirt, fingers splayed across your stomach. It may have been your mind playing tricks on you but you were sure Alex was slowly trying to slip his hand under your waistband. Sneaking your hand behind you, you started to rub him through his jeans. You smiled to yourself as he tried to cover his groan up with a cough.

Upon seeing that you two finally arrived at your floor, he took your once preoccupied hand in his and led you off the elevator.  He made it obvious that he was as in much of a hurry as you to get into the privacy of your room. 

You stood in front of your door and with shaky hands tried to find your key which seemed to be lost in the void of your purse. Alex certainly wasn’t helping as he stood behind you, alternating between leaving kisses and softly biting your neck.

His laugh sounded muffled against you, “My sweet girl, needing a little bit of help?” He went back to gliding his tongue over every bite he made. You were grateful that his arms were wrapped tightly around your waist or you would have collapsed onto the floor by now.

As soon as you were able to locate the damn thing and get the door open, you quickly pulled him inside. His mouth was on yours before the door was even shut closed, his hands once again underneath your shirt crawling up your back. You brought your hands on his chest to push him away which caused him to look down on you with confusion. 

“Let me make sure Bi isn’t here first,” you whispered before crossing the living area to check her friend’s room. After you popped back out, you gave him a thumbs up to let him know the coast was clear.

Alex had his hands in his pockets, busy studying the layout of your two room suite. “I think you could fit mine and Marco’s room just in the living room alone.”

“Well, I figured that I only turn 30 once. You know, go big or go home.” You dropped your gaze down to his crotch as you said “go big” before looking back up at him with a smile. “I can give you the grand tour if you like?” You walked over towards him, closing the distance between you.

Pulling you back into his arms, he brought both his hands down your back to give your ass a tight squeeze, “Just your room if you don’t mind.” He smiled before lowering his head to give you another open mouthed kiss, his tongue gliding and twirling against yours.

You slowly walked him backwards toward your room. He blindly searched for the light switch to illuminate the room as you two passed the doorway. Breaking away from him, you attempted to take off your jacket but his hand grabbed yours, stopping you from doing so. You raised your eyebrow at him. 

“I think I made you a promise at the beginning of our night,” he cheekily said as he slowly tugged his jacket down your arms, leaving it in a heap at your feet.

You took a seat on the bed and scooted toward the headboard, leaning back on your elbows. Alex crawled over to you until he found his way between your legs. Sitting up on his knees, he lifted his shirt up and over his head.

“Oh fuck me, baby boy,” you moaned out as you took your time to appreciate his toned torso, biting your lip as you dragged your nails down his abs.

He leaned over you with his bent arms on either side of your head, caging you in. He softly laughed, “Trust me. I’ve been trying.” He dipped down to capture your mouth with his while he rubbed his clothed hardness against you.

Your hands gently clawed his back as you whimpered into the kiss, bringing your hips up to meet his. You weren’t sure if you could get any more wet, your lace panties had since been destroyed since the impromptu lap dance you gave him at the club. You just knew you were desperate for some quick relief.

With your eyes shut so tight, you felt him trail kisses from your mouth down to your neck. He pushed your shirt up to expose your chest which was still barely covered by your black lace bra. He lavished and peppered the tops of your breasts with wet kisses before pulling down on one of the cups, his tongue reaching out to tease the pebbled skin. 

You whined out his name, arching your back as your fingers tangled themselves into his hair. Feeling his warm breath moving further down your body, you looked down to see him staring back up at you. Somewhere along the way, you must have pulled his hair tie out as his long hair was now framing his face.

He sat up on his knees, grinning as he unbuttoned your jeans before sliding them and your panties down your legs. You held your breath when he began to  lower his head down. The two of you held each other’s gaze, neither of you wanting to be the first to break eye contact but you couldn’t stop yourself from closing your eyes and tilting your head back when you felt his mouth on your wet mound.

You had started to grind your hips up against his face while his tongue circled and flicked against your clit. You continued to moan out loud as you felt his arms wrap around your thighs, trying to weigh you down. You slid your hand up one of your thighs to grab a hold of his, lacing your fingers with his, while your other hand clenched the sheets next to you.

When you felt two of his fingers penetrate you, working their way in and out of you slowly as he sucked on your sensitive bud, you begged out loud, “Please, baby! Please!”  Your cries echoed in the room, mixing with the sounds of his assault on your pussy. Sounds that you would have thought to be obscene but you weren’t currently in the mind space to care.

You jolted up with one arm behind you, keeping you upright, as Alex curled his fingers and began to rub against that sensitive spot inside you. Your other hand tangled in his hair once again, roughly tugging at his locks causing him to groan out loud against your mound.

You had let out a long drawn out moan as you came, your legs still shaking even though he held a tight grip on one of them. You fell back against the bed and covered your eyes with your forearm, trying to steady your quick, shallow breaths. A few moments later, you could feel him crawling his way back up, the heat of his body hovering over you.

“Oh no, where did my sweet girl go? Why is she hiding?” He jokingly asked before he pulled your arm away from your face. You smiled sweetly up at his flushed face. “Oh! There she is, I found her!” He whispered loudly, looking down at you as if he was committing your face to memory.

You palmed his face in your hands, swiping away with your thumbs the sweat and your wetness that was on his cheeks and at the corners of his mouth. You brought your head up to leave the softest kisses down his face, starting at his forehead, then the tip of his nose, his cheek, and before leaving just a whisper of a kiss on his lips.

He wrapped his arms around you tightly, making sure there was no part of your body untouched by his as he pressed his lips against yours again, his tongue forcing his way into your mouth. He broke away from you to give more attention to your neck, alternating between kisses and small nips.

An uneasiness began to wash over you, you felt it starting in your heart. The look on his face wasn’t unfamiliar to you. A mix of desire, affection, and possibly love. You’ve seen it before just on another man’s face. You closed your eyes and were overwhelmed with all the moments you were treated to this look—from across crowded rooms, as you stood in your kitchen after hearing the front door open, as you walked down the aisle. The tears started to well up in your eyes.

“Stop, Alex. Please stop,” you whispered, trying to hold back your tears. 

Though you were sure he was confused, he was off of you and sitting back on his knees as soon as he heard you say please. “What’s wrong?” he asked with a look of concern on his face.

“I can't do this. I’m--I’m--I’m sorry,” you stammered, the room was starting to look blurry as the tears fell down your face. You got out of the bed and started putting your pants on. “I shouldn’t have brought you here. I’m so sorry, I’m just not--I’m not--”

All Alex could do is sit on the bed as you paced the room and wiped the tears from your face, his brow furrowed in worry. He pulled you back down on the bed, “Y/N, just sit. Please breathe for me, swee--just breathe.” He held back on his term of endearment for you.

You took a few deep stunted breaths to calm you and your heart. You looked at him and apologized once again.

Pulling you into a hug, he shushed you, “Don’t be sorry. I shouldn’t have let it go this far.” He pressed his forehead against yours. “I shouldn’t have kissed you but I couldn’t help myself. You were just some woman I saw at the airport. How can you be this deep in my head already?”

You pulled yourself away from him, staring at him with a small look of confusion. At the airport?, you wondered to yourself. He shouldn’t be saying any of this. You wanted him to say it was just sex and there was no hard feelings. But after looking into his eyes, you realized that this night was nothing but feelings.

Alex stood up, putting on his discarded shirt. He raked his fingers through his hair and he gave a rough exhale. “If I was your husband, I’d be here with you on your birthday. I’d agree to all the corny tourist things you want to do but honestly, we probably wouldn’t get around to it because I’d make sure you would never want to leave this bed.”

“Alex, you really don’t know. He--,” you tried to explain to him but he cut you off.

“I know, I know. He’s not a romantic,” he gave an aggravated sigh as he rolled his eyes. “Y/N, I might be young and I may have never been married before but I think a good husband should do the things that make you happy even if it’s not his thing.”

Your sadness instantly turned to annoyance. Even though a part of you agreed with him, you were damned if you were going to let him start to badmouth your husband. Taking a calming breath, you turned your eyes down at your clasped hands in front of you, “I really think you should leave.”

You didn’t bother to look up. You listened as his footsteps retreated out of the room and towards the front door, only letting the tears fall again when you heard the door shut. You fell back onto the bed, shaking your head, “I’m just not ready for this yet.”

End Notes: I originally was not going to let them get that far before bringing in the heartbreak. But I decided to treat you guys. Anywho...poor Alex, poor reader. What do we think her issue is? Do you think they will get together again?

[etlunainmorte]

"Oh, my!"

V's eyes widened and his protective instincts kicked in as he saw Lady just bump into you. On the other hand, you didn't even notice it when the woman who looked like Audrey Hepburn suddenly, and out of the blue, appeared just like that, and you totally blamed it on your lack of focus.

"Oh, how silly of me!" Lady apologized with a smile as she helped you on your feet.

"It's alright. I wasn't paying attention. I - "

"Jive." Lady whispered to you the moment she leaned in closer to your ear.

"Sorry?"

"That's the next dance." Lady went on, surveying the whole room at the same time with her sharp eyes. Probably on the lookout for her sly partner, as well. But, this only proved she's even more sly than Lancaster, himself. "And Fleminger is absolutely fond of Jive. So, make it count."

"Why are you doing this? Aren't we supposed to be enemies?"

"Are we?" Lady answered, and with a wink, she waved goodbye and made her way towards Lancaster, who was currently being pampered by Fleminger's older guests.

So, Jive,... is Fleminger's favorite dance,...

Just like,... !

Wait, was that the reason she - ?

"My dear, are you alright?" You heard V ask you, bringing you back from your own reverie to reality.

Looking up at him with renewed determination and keeping the little facts you've just stitched together for your own ruminations later, you answered, "Yes, I'm,... super!" Drumming your chin with your fingers, you smiled as a wild and very sudden idea just came into your mind. You were one hundred percent sure that your grandmother would faint if she finds out about this plan of yours but, you might as well make this once in a lifetime gamble worth it, right? Looking up once more at your partner, you laid your hand on his arm and said, "I'm just gonna,... fix something."

And to this, you saw how V's eyebrows furrow in utter confusion. "P - pardon? Is everything alright?"

"I'll be right back, I promise." You told him with a reassuring smile.

Slightly running towards the powder room, your eyes quickly surveyed what the other Queen competitors were wearing. And if Lady was, indeed, correct, you assumed that all of them would have a really hard time moving with those voluminous skirts of theirs.

"Ugh. Fleminger, you are such a huge sadist." You thought out loud as you opened the door to the powder room, which was luckily unoccupied, and looked at yourself in the mirror. Giving your precious vintage gown one last look of pity like it was a criminal on the verge of execution, you grabbed the skirt and started tearing it, the sound of ripping fabric piercing your sensitive ears and making you feel sorry for your great grandmother, who previously owned it. With a huge sigh and a spark of inspiration, you, then, reached up to your hair and pulled the pins that kept it secure, letting the (H/C) tresses tumble in waves at your back.

After making sure that the ripped fabric was disposed in the proper place, you gave yourself one last look in the mirror. "Not bad, actually." You told yourself as you made your way back to your partner. Ignoring the wide variety of comments by the guests who saw you, you took a deep breath and exclaimed, "Told you I'll be right back."

V turned around, and his initial expression of relief upon knowing that you're well turned quickly into that of complete shock when his wide green eyes roamed on your loose hair down to your bare legs. You couldn't help but feel sorry for the poet. Almost.

"(Y/N), dear, I don't think that's - !" V stuttered in distress, wanting to blurt out the word inappropriate as gently as he could.

"Trust me, V." You reassured him as you smiled confidently at him. Yes, you don't quite trust Lady. But, her words earlier,...

There was no way in hell that she would lie to you! No fricking way!

You looked up at the upper boxes and noticed Fleminger excitedly leaning in closer to his seat the moment the musicians picked up their instruments. What's more, you also noticed that his eyes landed on yours.

Taking a deep breath and carelessly brushing a wayward lock off your face, you spread your arms wide with much confidence and waited for V to take the lead.

His heart pounding wildly, a small bead of sweat trickling down his forehead, and his eyes wide with anticipation, V finally realized what you were planning to do. Your important, non - verbal message seemingly received and well - noted by the wise poet, you let V take your hands. With one last nod to your partner as soon as the music began, you left everything to your actual skills, your stamina, and your trust towards him.

Together, you'll see this one dance through.

And one step in, you knew. You both knew. There's still a chance to turn this whole situation around to your favor.

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🌸 Three Wishes 🌸

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XIV

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Wooh!

So, you're still thinking of me,

Just like I know you should.

I cannot give you everything, you know I wish I could.

I'm so high at the moment.

I'm so caught up in this.

Yeah, we're just young, dumb and broke.

But we still got love to give.

Christopher grimaced at the way the audience was seemingly entranced, not by him and his partner, but by something else. Their excitement felt different from before during the first three dances where he simply dominated the rest of the dancers with ease and without so much as a single effort. And when he made one wrong decision to turn away from his beautiful partner and see for himself just what these ignorant people were cheering for now, he realized. He finally realized, and because of that, he lost his balance for the first time that evening.

It was you. And your lover.

Such vibrant moves! Such,... perfectly coordinated steps! Such,... powerful connection! And chemistry!

"What,... in the actual fuck?!" Christopher blurted out when he saw you and V wowing the crowd with your quick Jive kicks and flicks. And what's more,...

Since when was V able to move like that?!

That smile on his face,...

He seemed to enjoy the Jive too much! The way he's giving it his all and showing off his flashy moves at the same time,...

First verse in and you're already giving it your all?! Thought the evil doctor as he turned his attention back to Lady to try and outshine your routine. Are you really that desperate to win against me?!

"We'll see about that!" Christopher screamed as he forced Lady to do the American Spin, making the woman almost stumble to her feet.

I'll win this game! Christopher thought as he sadistically led Lady. The flashier the moves, the better! I'll become King and make you pay for humiliating me!

While we're young, dumb,

Young, young dumb and broke.

Young, dumb.

Young, young, dumb, and broke.

Young, dumb.

Young, young, dumb, and broke.

Young, dumb, broke high school kids.

Yadadadadadadada

Yadadadadadada

Yadadadadadadada

Young, dumb, broke high school kids.

Adelaide threw an infuriated look at the host of this wretched party, who was watching the show from that lofty upper box. And the man seemed to be massively enjoying the show! And at what expense? The women tripping on their skirts as they try to keep up with the brutal pace of the Jive? The men covering up their partners' mistakes by making unnecessary moves?

Her grandchild ripping her skirt and letting her hair loose wildly like that?!

"Ugh!" Adelaide exclaimed in utter disgust as she observed the man. "You never change your ways, Flanagan!"

We have so much in common.

We argue all the time.

You always say I'm wrong, but,

I'm pretty sure I'm right.

What's fun about commitment?

When we have our life to live?

Yeah, we're just young, dumb, and broke.

But we still got love to give.

While we're young, dumb,

Young, young dumb and broke.

Young, dumb.

Young, young, dumb, and broke.

Young, dumb.

Young, young, dumb, and broke.

Young, dumb, broke high school kids.

You felt yourself so energized with that yadada that the women were singing. Their overwhelming energy and eagerness to support their lead singer gave you even more motivation to support your own leader, who was surprisingly very good at this dance!

As he led you to the mooch right after that little hip bump, V couldn't help but be amazed at what you have shown so far. Nico did say that you can dance the Jive but, he never really expected you to be this good, that he almost wondered where you pitched in those extra dance lessons in between your music studies. What's even more, you sure knew how to follow his lead and still look graceful doing it. And that was a vast understatement. 

Seeing you enjoy this wonderful dance with him made him enjoy the entire dance, as well. And as long as you're happy, he's happy.

And that was the only thing he wished for.

For you to be happy.

With him.

As the song came to a close, you made one last effort to make a graceful bow, hoping to still look decent after being sorely beaten by Christopher Lancaster and his stunning partner. Taking hold of V's hand, you looked up at him and gave him that smile of yours that never failed to make him feel warm.

"Thank you, V." You simply told him.

The man smiled back at you but, a bit of confusion was still present in his facial expression. The poor poet honestly thought that he did nothing so special and that he didn’t deserve your gratitude. "It's always a pleasure." He answered regardless.

You two were about to step out of the massive ballroom when you noticed some people cheering wildly despite the dance being over. And this made the others cheer, as well.

But, why?

"Bravo!" A man dressed as a general cheered at the top of his lungs.

"Encore!" A woman, who was dressed as Marie Antoinette, added.

"Elvis!" Some group of young women dressed like the Spice Girls cheered in unison. "ELVIS! KING ELVIS!"

"Elvis?" You muttered in question as your eyes met with V's. "They're cheering for you!”

"I don't understand." V answered, his eyebrows knitted, too many questions going on in his mind. "We barely did anything,... "

"MY QUEEN!" Another man, who was dressed as an Italian painter, called. "MY QUEEN!" And his attention was totally directed at you. Not at Lady, not at Trish. You.

"QUEEN!" Some of the men started cheering, as well.

"QUEEN! QUEEN! QUEEN!"

"They were calling for you!" Trish, who was standing next to you, happily told you, shaking you a bit to keep you focused.

Dante, who was only ever so proud of V, patted the poet on the shoulder ( a bit too much ), and beamed at him. "The floor is yours, Mr. Poetry!"

"IMPOSSIBLE!" Christopher, who was watching the incredible scene unfold right before his very own eyes, murmured, unable to believe that you and V just stole his thunder right under his nose with just a simple dance.

HOW CAN THIS BE?!

"It looks like we have a winner." Fleminger declared as he gestured for his musicians to do the much requested encore. The leader nodded and gestured for the singers to have another go at it. And when that Jive music started playing once more, the other couples left the ball room to make room for you and V, all of them acknowledging your clear and clean victory.

Well, except Christopher, of course.

"Hey," The evil doctor called after Lady when he saw her going towards Dante and Trish. "HEY! WE'RE NOT DONE YET!"

"Are we?" Lady responded with much sass as she finally left her partner to cling onto Dante instead.

"Hey, babe!" The tall Devil Hunter, who was only too grateful to have two beautiful women by his side, greeted with much gusto. "Looking sharp as always!"

"Leaving your partner so soon?" Trish teased, an evil smirk fully and intentionally directed at Lady.

And to this, Lady just giggled and waved her hand. "That man needs a babysitter, not a partner. He's just too old to be grumbling like that. Besides, I’m done collecting his handsome payment for being his partner for the evening.”

"Whatever you say,..."

"May I have the honor of this dance, my lady?" V asked you with a proud smile as he held out his hand to you.

"It would be such an honor." You answered happily and graciously as you took his hand.

My name is Olly, nice to meet you can I tell you, baby?

Look around there's a whole lot of pretty ladies.

But not like you, you shine so bright, yeah.

I was wondering if you and me could spend a minute?

On the floor up and close getting lost in it?

I won't give up without a fight.

I just wanna, oh baby!

I just want you to dance with me tonight!

So come on, oh baby!

I just want you to dance with me tonight!

We're getting sweaty, hot and heavy in the crowd now.

Loosen up and let you hands go down, down.

Go with it girl, yeah just close your eyes, yeah!

I feel the music moving through your body.

Looking at you I can tell you want me.

Don't stop keep moving till the morning light, yeah!

When I saw you there,

Sitting all alone in the dark,

Acting like you didn't have a care.

I knew right then, you'd be mine.

We'd be dancing the whole damn night, like,

Oh baby, I just want you to dance with me tonight!

So come on, oh baby!

I just want you to dance with me tonight!

How can two people have so much fun dancing so energetically together like this? How can these two not mind the fatigue and stress of this crowded and heated place? How can these two lovers have all the fun in the world as if no one else existed but them?

You would never know the answer.

All you knew was that you were here with the person who made you smile. The only person who healed your broken heart.

The one and only man who made you so happy like this that you forgot all of your troubles.

And you wanted to be happy with him, not only during these mooches, these flicks and kicks, these American spins, or these simple chasses.

You wanted to be happy with him, and only him, even after this Jive.

You wanted to be happy with V. Always.

And not only you. Nico and Nero, who apparently just returned during your encore performance, were both cheering for you. As well as your stubborn but loving grandmother, who was honestly sticking out like sore thumb among the well - dressed crowd with her non - vintage attire comprised of a bright purple coat, a bright pink beret, and a pair of little blue pumps. Oh, yes, she looked so proud, and she should be! After all, she spent a huge amount of time zealously and passionately teaching you the Jive in between your piano lessons when you were just a little girl. And you kind of just figured out why after all those years of harsh, grueling footwork training!

You were on your way to your loved ones after the music changed to disco for everyone to join in when Christopher, who just appeared out of nowhere, grabbed your arm and forced you to face him.

"What did you do?" The evil doctor questioned, positively fuming with anger after being humiliated. "You,... FUCKING BITCH! WHAT DID YOU JUST DO?!"

Finally having enough of Christopher's bullying and abuse, V raised his hand in an almost blind rage, ready to snap his fingers and bring chaos down unto his sorry ass when Nico interrupted by grabbing his arm.

"Ah, ah, ah! Ya haven't met our friend, yet!" Nico warned as she gave V a threatening look and forced his arm down. Gesturing for Nero to come forward, all of you watched, in utter shock and horror, as the young Devil Hunter dragged a shady looking man forward, making Christopher's veins pop up from his already red forehead.

"Who is this man?" You questioned as you uncomfortably watched Nero manhandle the poor, Kevin Bacon -  wannabe guy.

"His name is Salvador!" Nero answered with a vicious smile as he crushed the man with his muscular hug, seemingly hurting him more than introducing him. "I believe he is a friend of Dr. Lancaster here."

"Is,... that so?" V asked, his eyes dangerously narrowed and his patience already snapping like a twig.

"Yeah." Nico replied. "And check this out!" She exclaimed excitedly, taking out Sparda's ripped set of vintage clothing from her backpack. "He has this all along!"

"What's the meaning of all this?" You questioned, alarmed after seeing V's infuriated face as he glanced at the fabric in Nico's hands.

"BOSS, TELL THEM THE TRUTH!" Salvador pleaded, visibly suffering from Nero's painful hold. "TELL THEM!"

"I - I,... DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT - !" Christopher yelled, feeling hopelessly cornered, as he tried to get away from you once and for all. Unfortunately for him, Dante, who sensed all this unease and left the dancefloor for a while to come to your rescue, was already standing behind him, and the moment he turned away, he bumped against the Legendary Devil Hunter's rock hard chest, making him stumble on the ground ungracefully.

"Hey, is there something wrong here?" Dante asked good - naturedly, trying not to escalate the situation to prevent it from getting worse.

"He stole father's things." V answered monotonously, his enraged eyes still on Christopher. "And made an enemy of Sparda by tormenting (Y/N)."

"Ah, is that so?!" Dante, whose eyebrows began twitching the moment he heard the word torment, said as he began cracking his knuckles, the sound of his popping joints frightening poor Lancaster and Salvador beyond their own wits.

"Oh, please, you're being too harsh on the poor man!" You interrupted with a smile, startling everyone, most especially V.

"But, dear, this man hurt you - !" V argued but he was cut off when you helped Christopher on his feet 

"Thank you!" The doctor cried as he graciously took your hands. "Thank you so much, (Y/N)! I' am very much - !"

"FUCK YOU!" The crisp and horrible curse escaped your mouth as you let out a powerful right hook that connected straight to Lancaster's cheek, feeling his head jerk deliciously sideways beneath your hardened fist. The man stumbled on the ground once more, and when he tried to get up, he saw blood on the floor where his face was. He looked at you in fright and scrambled to his feet, making his way outside and finally leaving all of you, hopefully for good.

"BOSS! DON'T LEAVE ME!" Salvador called as he wriggled free from Nero's iron grasp and chased after the defeated doctor.

“That hand,... PRACTICED THE PIANO 40 FREAKING HOURS A DAY!” You screamed at your pathetic, narcissistic ex, and, man, it felt so, so good! "Wow." You breathed a sigh of relief, a proud look on your face. "That was so intense!”

"You betcha!" Nico laughed as she watched the two men scurry their way outside in fright.

"They should think twice before crossing any Sparda next time." Nero added, shrugging his shoulders.

"There won't be a next time! Mark my words.” Dante corrected as he stretched his long arms and made his way back to the dancefloor.

"I shouldn't say this but," V added as he closed the gap between the two of you and linked his fingers with yours. " … I'm so proud of what you've done, (Y/N). And I won't ever regret saying it."

"Haha, thanks."

"And what is going on here, if I may inquire?" You heard Fleminger's voice. Apparently, he has been watching the whole scene unfold right before him in silence. And he didn't look overjoyed.

"Well, I,... " You stuttered, feeling nervous under the host's scrutinizing gaze. "Took care of,... something?"

"Here, man." Nico whispered to V as she handed him something from her backpack.

Fleminger shook his head with an apologetic look on his face. "You must know that,... violence,… is strictly discouraged in these halls of entertainment. And for that, I must disqualify the both of you from winning the title of King and Queen for this evening." Fleminger declared, bringing down the hammer of justice right before you and V. Shaking his head with a distinct frown in his face, he turned around and muttered, "Such a shame."

"Go for it! I'm countin' on ya!" Nico told V as she pushed him closer towards you.

"Is there something wrong, V?" You asked, the sweet victory of winning against Christopher and the bitter sting of being disqualified as Queen still very much fresh in your system.

The man smiled as he shook his head. Then, making one swift decision to trust his gut and finally get this one final plan for the evening over and done with, he took your hand and led you outside, getting past the people who congratulated you, both for dominating the dance floor and for giving that evil doctor a piece of your mind.

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That,... bitch! That fucking bitch and her skinny boyfriend who thinks he owns the world!

"You thought you have the last laugh, eh?" Christopher said, and as he was about to reach for that thing in his breast pocket, he felt a strange presence behind him. Looking back, he saw a tall, and ridiculously attractive dark - skinned man who was leaning against a pillar just outside Fleminger's mansion. Unlike the other guests, he was not dressed in his best vintage and he looked like he was only there to crash the party. His dark, gleaming eyes seemed to observe him very, very closely, and it felt like those eyes were piercing through his skull right to the depths of his soul.

"Can I help you?" Christopher asked, suddenly feeling the atmosphere getting heavy right before this stranger's presence.

The man raised his eyebrows. His hands still in the pocket of his grey pants, he nodded and spoke in a very deep, and yet, sweet - like - honey, voice. "Maelstrom."

"Excuse me? What the hell are you talking about - ?!"

"Exactly." The man answered. "I thought I sensed something special here. Alas, I was mistaken." The man left the pillar and turned the other way to leave. But before that, Christopher heard the man mutter something under his breath. "Ah, such a shame. No wonder Bedlam has been so down for decades now, I see. Aha, time to search for someone else,..."

"EXCUSE ME?! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU - ?!"

"Who are you talking to, scum?"

Just then, Christopher heard another voice behind him. But unlike the honeyed voice of the attractive hobo who just left, this one sounded like it was filled with such poison. He turned around and found a tall, white - haired man standing before him. He was staring him down with those cold eyes of his, and his right hand was lurking dangerously close to the hilt of the katana on his left hand.

"What now?!" Christopher howled in agony, feeling as if he was losing his mind completely.

"I believe," The white - haired man drawled, his voice sounding so much like a feral hiss, as he finally unsheathed the Yamato and pointed it at Christopher. " ... you have something that is mine in your possession?"

Wait a second here,...

Tall, ridiculously virile - looking, and white - haired,...

"Another,... SPARDA?!" Christopher helplessly gasped in fright as he felt his bladder fail on him.

Vergil gave him one last sadistic smile as he went closer to the man who almost ruined his brother's evening with you.

"And that's the last time you'll ever say that name." The eldest son of Sparda said as he raised the Yamato,...

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‘39 - A John Deacon FanFiction

Chapter 10 - Getting Closer

Story Description: Amy is sitting in his apartment when she hears some frantic knocking outside her door. She opens it to see a frightened and frazzled John Deacon. A 23-year-old John Deacon. Who believes it’s still 1974, and not 2019. Amy takes it upon herself to help John and get him back to where he belongs.  Part 1 is here.

Chapter Description: Amy and John are even closer than before and there is absolutely no tension between them anymore. Amy tells John more things about the future and they spend a nice time listening to music together.

Notes: If you would like to be tagged for this story, either leave a comment or shoot me a message and I will tag you for all future chapters. Thank you all so much for reading, by the way. It means a lot to me. (Also, I took a week off to straighten some things out, so thanks for sticking with me and being patient. <3) ((Something got screwed up with the first version of this so I’m trying again. whoops.))

Warnings: none

Words: 3.3k

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1 week later

Since we held hands that night, we had been closer than ever before. We would stay up late telling jokes and funny stories to each other. Just loving the presence of the other person near us. Sometimes, when I would be cooking breakfast, John would come up behind me and place a hand on the small of my back. He would help me out if I needed anything and even set the table if the food was taking longer than I thought.

While our mornings before work were spent talking and enjoying conversations with each other, our evenings were becoming a little different. I would take John out to eat more than before. Getting him acquainted with little nuances of the future. Things like screens being everywhere, people having every piece of knowledge at their fingertips, and how multitasking was becoming an increasingly normal thing.

"So, people just listen to music while they do...anything?" He asked. We were sitting in a diner that I had been to a countless number of times before. The reason I hadn't taken him here was because the walls were covered in 1950's music icons and their music was constantly playing over the speakers just low enough that you could talk over it or listen to it to drown out the silence if there was a lull in the conversation. I was worried about him knowing that these artists are still respected and known over 50 years into the future since their start. But, because I was teaching him everything about the future, I figured this was something he was bound to figure out at some point since I had some of these records at home.

"Yup," I answered. "I thought you might have had that in your time, but you don't. It first started with something called a Walkman which I think came out in the late 70's." I was going into another history/future lesson and his eyes and ears were locked on me as he rested his face in his hand. "You see, the music industry found a way to condense a record into a plastic rectangle about...this size." I tried to make a box with my fingers in the shape of a cassette. "Those were called cassettes and you could play them as you walked around. But now, you can put music onto...want to take a guess?" I asked. Placing my hand on my phone next to me on the booth.

"Your phone?" He asked with a smile. I picked up my phone and showed it to him.

"Exactly," I grinned. I placed the phone down on the table. "So, the record and cassette could only hold about 12 songs, but if I really wanted to, I could fit over...I don't know...2,000 songs on here?" I was guessing on that part. I figured it could at least hold 2,000 and John would be impressed by that number anyway.

"2,000?" He almost yelled. Thankfully, the place was pretty empty so no one was bothered by our conversation.

"Yeah. That's normal now. Isn't that crazy?" I was beaming. I loved seeing him experience this world for the first time. Especially because when you live in a world like this, you get used to it. It becomes normal. Teaching him about all this stuff made me appreciate it more and actually realize how far we had come in a society in almost 50 years. There was a small silence between us.

"So...If you have all this technology and live in a time like this, why do you care about the past? I feel like I wouldn't," he admitted. I thought about it for a second. He stumped me. How could I put my love of the past into words? No one had ever asked me that before.

"Well," I stammered, trying to buy some time while thoughts raced in and out of my mind. "Everyone looks back on the past with rose-colored glasses, right? I guess that's very true for me as well. I see the amazing parts of the past. Like the music and the entertainment and the pop culture. The good stuff. And I guess I'm not doing you any favors by only telling you the good stuff about the future either." He knitted his eyebrows together.

"Tell me that too then," he said in a soft voice.

"Well, life expectancy is down for the second year in a row, companies are forcing people to work in low paying jobs and for despicably long hours, global warming is almost at a point where it might be irreversible, everyone in the world is more divided than they ever were before, people have begun to stop vaccinating their kids because of false scientific research, and then there are leaders here and all around that world that refuse to believe that none of this is happening. The people in charge who have the resources to fix most of the bad stuff don't want to because it would get in the way of their own interests to make a bunch of money. That's the bad stuff." I looked at John's eyes. He was staring down at the table, but looking through it. His eyes were in a thousand-yard stare trance. "And that's not even all of it." There was another silence.

"I'm sorry about that," he apologized.

"It's alright. Nothing to be sorry about. It's just the world I live in. I'm sure the time you're from isn't all puppies and roses either. It's just how the world works. There has to be some bad so you can appreciate the good. Focusing on the good parts gets you through the day. So, that's what I choose to do." I sat back in my seat.

"I guess that's true," he replied. There was a silence before he decided to change the subject. "But, why does Elvis seem to be everywhere? Is he considered the greatest artist of all time? Because it seems like it." He looked up at the giant mural of Elvis that was painted on the wall above our booth. To be fair, it was a good question to ask. Even when we would be walking down the street, there would be vendors selling art and they would always have some piece with Elvis.

"He's sort of a peace-keeper, I guess. I haven't met anyone who's said that they didn't like Elvis. He's like the one thing all of us can agree on. He's not necessarily the greatest, but he's loved by pretty much everyone. Guys wanted to be him and girls wanted to be with him," I explained.

"Must be nice," John said.

"What part of it?" I asked, not entirely sure by what his statement meant.

"The fact that everyone loves him." He was still staring at the painting. I bunched my eyebrows together in confusion.

"What do you mean? Do you think people don't love you? You have some fans, right?" I tried to be as nonchalant with my question as possible.

"Yes, we do. But, I don't like the fame part. If everyone could just like me and never acknowledge me for it, I'd be happy." He gave me a small smile right before our waiter came with our food. I sadly smiled down at my food. Knowing full well that after Freddie died, he retired from the music industry and was never seen again. And the fact that it was well known that he didn't like the fame, but liked making music. I was saddened to see this part of him even in his younger self. It reminded me too vividly of what was to come.

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We had started a tradition at home of trying to watch a movie together every other night. It not only gave John something to look forward to but something else to do. I explained to him what DVDs were. I didn't even try to explain streaming services because that would be a little too complex for him right now. So, our movie choice was limited to whatever DVDs I still had on my shelves. Thankfully, I had a lot of old movies.

That night, we decided to watch It's A Wonderful Life. It wasn't close to Christmas, but we both admitted that we loved the movie and decided to watch it anyway. I grabbed it off the shelf and popped it into the player.

John was sitting back on the couch. His legs spread a little bit and one of his arms resting on the back of the chair. A loud crack of thunder roared outside and we both stopped what we were doing to watch the rain blast against the window.

"Some storm," John commented.

"Happens more than you think this time of the year." April was always supposed to be the rainy season, but New York never got the memo. It would rain a lot in May which didn't please many of the tourists who thought this was the perfect time to come here.

"Glad we're inside then," John spoke again. I looked over at him and watched him watch the rain for a second. The yellow light reflected in the raindrops danced across his face and made him look more handsome than in the daytime, which I didn't think was possible. I shook the thought from my head and finished setting up the movie.

I walked over to the couch and sat down in the place beside John. The next couch cushion. There was room left between us, but not much. I liked it that way. His arm rested on the back of the couch behind me. I was very aware of it as I pressed a button on the remote to start the movie.

We sat and watched in silence. Laughing along to some of the jokes. That was until Mary showed up. The movie is often talked about as a Christmas movie, but not a romantic movie. My eyes widened when I remembered which part would be coming soon. Then, it came.

The part where George and Mary stand in front of her house and George says he would give her anything. He talks about giving her the moon if she wants it. And how he'll tie a lasso around it and pull it down. Then, they kiss. My heart melted seeing them kiss. Knowing that I was sitting next to the one person who I wanted to kiss more than anyone else in the world.

And, like he was reading my mind, his arm shifted off the back of the couch and onto my shoulder. Comforting me. He had made his move. I was shocked at the sudden touch. I looked over at him, unsure if he knew what he was doing. He looked down at me and saw the confusion in my eyes. He quickly thought that he had made a mistake and read the situation wrong.

I acted quickly to try and make him stay. To tell him that what he did was nice and right. As his hand slipped off of my shoulder, I caught it and pulled it back over. I scooted in closer to him on the couch and laid my head on his shoulder. Slightly resting into him.

I heard him let out a small chuckle at my actions. Happy that I wasn't backing away as I had done before. If I tried hard enough, I could hear his heartbeat. But, only when the movie was quiet or extremely low. We sat like that for the rest of the movie.

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The next day, I was home from work. Saturdays were nice because I could sleep for as long as I wanted and no one could tell me otherwise. However, I hadn't seemed to be able to do that since John got here. I was always waking up earlier than I normally would on the weekends just to make sure he had something to do.

However, I started to trust John a bit more. Trusted him to not defy me like he once did and be alright on his own in the mornings and let me sleep past 9. John liked to sleep in as well, but I wasn't akin to his sleep schedule, even after all this time. So, sometimes I would wake up and he would still be asleep. It didn't bother me too much because he looked so adorable when he slept.

Although that day, we were both up pretty early in the morning. We spent most of the day enjoying some music and I was telling him stories about some of the 'new' bands he hadn't gotten to experience yet like Journey, Boston, STYX, David Bowie, and other people from the late seventies and early eighties. He seemed to enjoy them quite a bit.

"Oh! Let's try this one," I suggested after scanning the newly refiled record collection. I had put all of the albums back because there wasn't a restriction on them anymore. Well, all of them except the Queen ones, but John didn't need to know that.

I slid the record out from the shelf and stood up. Walking over to the player and unsheathing the record from its sleeve. John watched my every move, but I tried not to focus on that. I placed the black and gold sleeve next to it as I smiled to myself. Knowing full well that he was going to love what I was going to play.

I placed the needle on top of the record and waited for the familiar piano rake to hit my ears. I turned toward John as Dancing Queen filled the room. I got the pleasure to show disco to a future funky disco man.

His eyes lit up as he listened to the song for the first time. I danced around to the beat that I had heard a million times before, but it suddenly felt so new and fresh. I swiveled around and mouthed the lyrics to the song. Doing my best to emulate what the dancing would have been like in the clubs when this song came on. Which was also similar to what people would do when the song came on now.

John laughed as I acted out every lyric and dance move. Shaking my hips around the room and even recreating some of the moves from the movie. I loved dancing around to ABBA's music and I hadn't done it in such a long time. I watched his eyes as the music flowed through him. He was listening to every beat and loving every second of it.

Up until now, he had his face in his book. Only listening to the music as background noise as a way to catch up on everything he had been missing all these years. But, with this album, he was focused completely on the music. Bobbing his head to it as he watched me dance.

I pointed to John throughout the chorus. Making sure that he knew that he was the dancing queen. He wouldn't understand what I was referring to yet since Disco Deacy didn't come out in full swing until the late seventies. So, he just enjoyed the attention I was giving him.

Eventually, the song ended, and he seemed sad. Wanting the disco beat to go on forever. I knew he would like the song, but it shocked me that he was so moved by it. We waited for the next one to start. Knowing Me, Knowing You began to ring through the apartment. I danced along with this one too. A little slower, but still dance-worthy.

I started singing along to the actual song. John chuckled and kept a smile plastered on his face the entire time. It was difficult to keep the blush from creeping over my face at how he was admiring me. My entire body felt like it was on fire just from his gaze. And I became embarrassed that I was dancing alone. I walked over to his and reached both of my hands out to him. I smiled at him. A wide grin plastered on my face.

"Come on. I know you want to," he grabbed my hands with a nervous laugh and started to dance with me. I held his hands in mine and swayed them back and forth to get him a little more comfortable. He was bobbing his head and two-stepping to the beat. He was trying to loosen up when he danced around me.

I broke away from him and started dancing crazily to the music to hopefully encourage him to let loose a little more. It seemed to work when I saw his hips begin swaying more and his arms started moving around to the beat. But, the song started to fade out. I had spent so long trying to get him to dance that the song had ended. But, I knew what the next one was and I smiled at him as Take A Chance On Me started playing.

I lip-synced the words at John while he was dancing to the beat. It was wonderful and soft. Both of us giggling at each other's silliness and feeling comfortable enough around each other to do something like this. Everything was going great until I sang a certain lyric at John that made his face fall.

Cause you know I've got

So much that I wanna do, when I dream I'm alone with you

It's magic

You want me to leave it there,

Afraid of a love affair, but I think you know,

That I can't let go

His face turned serious as his dancing began to slow and weaken. I kept singing, hoping that I didn't offend him in some way. I started poking his side with my finger. Hoping to get him back into the silly mood with me. With every poke of my finger, he seemed to cheer up a little bit.

And when I went in to poke him for the fifth time, he grabbed my hand and pulled me in closer to him. I laughed at his sudden movement as he brought my hand in his and we were in the slow dance position. We began swaying back and forth to the fast pace of the song. Laughing and giggling to each other. Loving how close we were.

John would extend his arm to push me out and pull me back in. He would even spin me as well to the beat of the song. It was intimate and close, and there wasn't any tension between us. None lingering from the last time we were in this position. It was calm and silly and had no expectations behind it.

When the song eventually faded away, we stopped and realized what position we were in. He looked over at our hands and then the small space between our bodies and then up to my face. There was a small twinge of fright at what he would do next. I desperately didn't want a repeat of last time, and I wasn't sure if I would pull away again or give in. But, thankfully, there wasn't a repeat.

"I feel like getting something to drink tonight. What about you?" He spoke. I was shocked and even stepped back a small step at his question.

"Yeah, sure," I laughed.

"What's so funny?" He asked.

"Nothing, I just- That seemed to come out of nowhere, that's all," I answered him.

"Oh well, do you know any good bars we can go to?" He wanted to get out of the house, but I couldn't let that happen.

"Can't go out to any bars," I informed him. The next song started, but we didn't notice it or pay attention.

"And why not?" John asked in a playful fashion.

"Too many drunk people who might let something slip about the future to you. And I can't let that happen." I saw his face get sad, so I offered up another solution. "But, I can go get some bottles of something and bring them back here. We can have our own little party, how about that?" His face lightened.

"Sounds like a plan." He said.

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Masterlist

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Debunking

We’ve talked about this scene before- the Kurt rant given by Santana. Naya just said she was uncomfortable and she mentioned that Chris was upset.  sugdendingle just posted that Chris “liked” her Tweet where she called out how much she didn’t like it.  She added a second comment that includes: 

sugdendingle

None of the other cast were personally attacked in the ways Chris was and to the extent Chris was. I don’t know what Ryan Murphy’s issues were with Chris but he clearly he had some....I’m talking about real life here. About how Ryan Murphy and his writers used the character of Kurt to personally attack Chris Colfer on a regular basis and it’s clear Chris agrees to some extent as he liked my tweet.

That scene in season six was one of the worst examples but hardly the only one. Chris not being traditionally masculine was like a running joke on that show. As was remarks about his voice, his appearance, his sexuality, how he danced, etc. Yes other characters faced insults but it never got as personal as it did with Chris and it wasn’t as extensive either. The insults to Kurt went on right to the end of the show you can’t say the same for the other characters. It’s just really sad that Chris had to endure a work enivorment like this especially considering he was bullied when he was younger.

Abby adds: 

My opinion. The poor treatment stems from extreme jealousy. For many, many reasons. And of course c’s refusal to do as he’s told.(X)

Debunk #1 

None of the other cast were personally attacked in the ways Chris was and to the extent Chris was. Was Chris harassed by the writers “more than any other character”?  I spent a few minutes looking at Santana’s rants-and Santana seems to be the ranter on Glee. I don’t believe her rants about Chris’s failings is any worse than she she said about Finn’s weight. Rachel or really Lea’s nose being too big had an entire episode-and several comments through the years- and Kurt staged a flashmob at the mall to talk her out of plastic surgery. Sam was called Trouty Mouth as a running joke including a song “Trouty Mouth” sang by Santana. 

“Every time you open your humongous mouth to do an impression or to moisten a enormous stamp for a lazy giant you take on step closer to everyone seeing that you’re actually a dork” (X)

“I just heard the news that Trouty Mouth was back in town. I’ve been keeping a notebook, just in case this day ever came. Welcome back, Lisa Rinna. I’ve missed you so much since your family packed their bags, loaded them in your mouth and skipped town. Can’t tell you how many times I’ve wanted to enjoy a crisp pickle, but couldn’t find anyone to suck the lid off the jar. I assume you’ve been working as a baby polisher where young mothers place their infants’ heads in your mouth to get back that newborn shine. So glad you’re back. I haven’t seen a smile that big since the acclamation abominable snowman got his teeth pulled by that little gay elf dentist. Love, Santana” (X)

This gets loooonnnngggg so under a cut 

This one she also hit at Tina’s Asian eyes and Rachels nose- though I didn’t include that part. 

Santana: Hold up, could we all just get real here for a second? I hear that Rachel has a bit of a schnoz. I mean I wouldn't know because like Medusa I try to avoid eye contact with her. But can we all just stop lying about how there aren't things we don't want to change about ourselves? I'm sure that Sam has been at the doctor's office and riffled through pamphlets on mouth reductions. I'll bet Artie's thought about getting his legs removed since he's not really using them anyway. And I'm definitely sure Tina has looked into eye de-slanting. Tina: That's extraordinarily racist. Santana: Just keeping it real. Tina: Sorry Santana, I'm a beautiful person. I'm in love with myself and I would never change a thing. Mike: Is that why you're wearing blue contacts today, Tina? [whispers] Self hating Asian. Tina: Not too many Asian sex symbols, Mike. I'm just trying to mirror what I see in magazines. Finn: My dancing kind of bothers me. It almost killed Rachel but I like the way I look. Santana: Oh please. You have weird puffy pyramid nipples. Sam: [tries to look at Finn's nipples] Finn: [slaps Sam's hand away] Santana: They look like they're filled with custard. Or you could dust them off with powdered sugar and pass it off as some sort of dessert. Look, maybe Rachel is fine with having an enormous beak. Maybe she needs it to crack hard seeds. All I'm saying is if you look in the mirror and you don't like what you see, you should change it.”(X)

“I’ve kissed Finn, and can I just say… not worth a buck. I would, however, pay a hundred dollars to jiggle one of his man boobs”. (X)

Santana: “Please stick a sock in it or ship yourself back to Scotland. I’m trying to apologize to Lumps The Clown. I am sorry, Finn. I mean, really, I’m sorry that the New Directions are gonna get crushed by the Troubletones. And I’m also sorry that you have no talent. Sorry that you sing like you’re getting your prostate checked, and you dance like you’ve been asleep for years and someone just woke you up. Have fun riding on Rachel’s coattails for the rest of your life, although, you know what, I would just watch out for her come holiday time if I were him, because if I were her, I’d stick a stent in one of those boobs and let the Finn blubber light the Hanukkah lamp for eight magical nights.” (X)

Santana: “Why is everyone staring at me like I’m Finn and I just won a butter eating contest” (X)

She even hit him during The Quarterback “Okay, I know that Finn had his doubts about God but I am convinced that Squishy Teets is up in heaven right now plopped down next to his new best friend Fat Elvis helping themselves to a picnic of baby back ribs smothered in butterscotch pudding and TaterTot grease so this is for you Hudson” (X)

She also did a combo Finn/Sam rant “Not only am I giving you full visitation rights to the set of rambunctious twins that live on my rig cage, you get the chance to show that pastry bag Finn that he can’t mess with Sam Evans. And not just because you can unlock your humongous jaw and swallow him whole like a python…” (X)

The Kurt rant 

“Kurt I took what you said to heart, and I thought long and hard about it, and it occurred to me that you may have a point. Okay, maybe Brittany and I are too young to get married. I mean, after all, that's why it didn't work out with you and Blaine, right? Or maybe it didn't work out because you're a judgmental little gentrophile with a mouth like a cat's ass. Maybe Blaine got tired of hearing your shrill, self-aggrandizing lecture about how you felt the two of you were at the very apex of the gay rights movement every time you so much as cooked macaroni and cheese together or farted. Maybe Blaine didn't want to be with someone who looks like they just removed their top row of dentures every time they smile or someone who doesn't dress like an extra out of one of Andy Dick's more elaborate wet dreams. Maybe Blaine grew weary of dating a breathier, more feminine Quinn Fabray. Maybe he finally got freaked out about your strange obsession with old people that causes you to skulk around nursing homes like one of those cats that can smell cancer. Maybe he got tired of watching you drape yourself on every piano you happen to pass to entertain exactly no one with, say, some song that Judy Garland choked on her tongue in the middle of or some sassy old Broadway standard made famous by another dead alcoholic crone. Maybe Blaine woke up one day and said, "You know what I don't want to marry a sexless, self-centered baton twirler. Maybe I need someone who knows more than three dance moves: "the finger wag", "the shoulder shimmy" and the one where you pretend to twirl two invisible rainbow-colored ribbons attached to your hips. So, you know what, maybe that's why it didn't work out. Maybe it has nothing to do with me and Brittany. Maybe it's just that you are utterly, utterly intolerable. Maybe that has something to do with it."(X)

Conclusion: Chris was not attacked more than other actors on Glee.  The writers were pretty vicious about the physical characteristics of Rachel’s nose, Finn’s weight and man boobs and Sam’s nose. They also wrote about Damian’s height referring to as Leprechaun. All are very personal attacks about the actor; not the character.  Finn’s boobs were used as fodder for humor after he died so the idea that no other character was humiliated throughout the show is untrue.  

Debunk #2 

I don’t know what Ryan Murphy’s issues were with Chris but he clearly he had some. Ryan didn’t write Santana’s vicious lines-Brad Falchuk did.  I spent enough time researching this and finding late-season interview is hard but earlier interviews show that Ryan really respected Chris and Kurt.

Ryan did an interview with NYT in 2010  Q:Is this story in any way autobiographical or a reflection on your own experiences growing up?

A:It wasn’t really true to my experience at all. But I know so many people that it was true to. It was very true to Chris Colfer’s experience, and working with him for the past year, he would tell me stories. It’s amazing to me — last year when we did the “Glee” tour, every time Chris Colfer came out on that stage for his bows, 100 percent, he got the loudest cheers and applause, from all groups of people. Little girls, parents. A lot of people have embraced him and he’s part of their television-going family, so to see an episode in which he’s physically threatened is very upsetting for people, I think. But it puts a face on it. 

Q: It’s still rare to see gay characters on prime-time network programs, let alone one who is out in the way that Kurt is, and at a young age. Is there ever any pressure on you to tone down the portrayal of that character?

A: No, surprisingly not. Three episodes into the series last year, when we did the “Single Ladies” football number with him, he became an audience favorite and people started to write about that character and Chris Colfer. I think that character is in many ways the most important character on television, particularly for kids. When I was growing up, there was nobody like that. I think that character changes lives. I think that character launches conversation, both good and bad, and that’s a very powerful thing. I’ve done shows where if a character is a little bit controversial, the network and the studio are like, “Could you please tone that down?” They never did that at all with this character, and they were all very supportive of the story line. (X)

“Growing up in Indianapolis, Murphy sang in his church choir and immersed himself in high school musicals. His father was a semi-pro hockey player who was baffled by a son who requested a Vogue subscription when he was 5 years old and performed in his bedroom, holding a hairbrush in front of a mirror. He may not have understood his son, but he accepted him, even when Murphy revealed that he was gay at 15″.

“Having a dad that loves you as a young man is a very powerful thing that you carry into the world,” Murphy said. “Because no matter what you do, in some weird, unconscious way, if you’re a guy, you always try to please your dad. I think it’s a great thing to put on television. You’ve seen the gay character that gets kicked out of the house or is beaten up. You haven’t seen the gay character that is teased a little bit, but wins and triumphs.”

“The scene in which he tells his father was taken verbatim from Murphy's own life. Murphy felt that the scene was "a great thing to put on television", because, while gay characters are often isolated and attacked, audiences have rarely seen an openly gay character who "wins and triumphs". He further explained, "The show is about making you feel good in the end. It's about happy endings and optimism and the power of your personal journey and making you feel that the weird thing about me is the great thing about me. I've done other shows with gay characters, and I will say that in many of those cases, the gay characters didn't have a happy ending. And I thought you know what? Enough."(X)(X)

We also know that Ryan created the role of Kurt specifically for Chris. 

We don’t know what happened with the fall out(s) on set. Chris said he wouldn’t work for Ryan and 

“To this day, I'm devastated by everything that happened with that show." (X)

Other interring things I found:

“Over the course of six seasons of Glee, which petered out earlier this year, there was plenty written about backstage drama, fractured relationships and the death of star Cory Monteith from a drug overdose. All Murphy will offer are his own misgivings about his role on the show. "I was there with them all day long, and then we'd finish work and we'd go out and have fun all night, and I guess in a weird, twisted way, I was trying to relive the childhood I never had," he says. "I thought they wanted a parent, and they didn't. They didn't want me to tell them what to f—ing do. They didn't want me to tell them how to treat each other or what the world was like at the end of the day. I wish I could go back and do that differently with a lot of those actors. Some of them I'm still very close to: Lea Michele, Chord Overstreet, Darren Criss — but there were some that didn't work out well, and I regret that. I guess I just wish I had been able to let them figure it out for themselves."(X)

Conclusion: Ryan is a grown man and didn’t have it out for Chris. He respected Chris and used the Kurt role to tell his story of being a gay boy in small midwest town.   

Debunk #3

The poor treatment stems from extreme jealousy. For many, many reasons. 

Abby has claimed Ryan is jealous of Chris many times over the years-it still isnt’ true.  Ryan is a very successful producer, writer, creator.  I found a few quotes to back that up.  

“It's a peculiar thing to be asked by Murphy, 50, the closest thing the TV industry has to a proven hitmaker, save, perhaps, for Shonda Rhimes. Over the past decade and a half, he's made pop-culture juggernauts out of plastic surgeons on Nip/Tuck, high school misfits on Glee and witches, nuns and nymphomaniacs on American Horror Story. And in that time, he's become a name brand himself, more famous than all but the biggest stars in his sprawling casts. The showrunner, both pop savant and provocateur, has one of the richest eight-figure deals in television and a coterie of loyalists that includes Gwyneth Paltrow(with whom he's about to pitch a musical dramedy), Julia Roberts, Jessica Lange and now Lady Gaga. He's hosted President Obama at his home for a $40,000-a-couple fundraiser, and when he mentions his friends Norman, Barbra and David, he's referring to Lear, Streisand and Geffen.(X)

"There's a limited number of creators in film or TV where if you put the title plus their name — if you say, 'Steven Spielberg's blah blah blah' or 'Marvel's blah blah blah' — you're going to get a different answer than if you don't," Landgraf says, "and Ryan is one of those guys."(X)

Chris is a successful writer and if he is successful in writing and directing the TLOS movie, he could be a power player in Hollywood. But right now- even with his Time 100 award, he isn’t anywhere near Ryan Murphy.  I suppose Ryan could be jealous of something other than Chris’s success but I have seen no evidence of that. 

Conclusion: Nope. 

[kronos-the-timelord]

Dude, do all of the numbers for that getting to know you better ask! Or half bc 200 is a lot :0

ahhhhhh,, you so nice

1: My name? - Margaret

2: Do I have any nicknames? - maggie, mag, mags, maggles, at one point my friends called me parky

3: Zodiac sign? - libra

4: Video game I play to chill, not to win? - i’ve never been too good at video games (but i like watching ppl playing them) and i’ve only ever had a wii so my sims kingdom was a favorite of mine

5: Book/series I reread? - divergent and pjo

6: Aliens or ghosts? - yes

7: Writer I trust enough to read whatever they write? - @kata-chthonia

8: Favourite radio station? - 103.3 fm, although i mostly listen to spotify now

9: Favourite flavour of anything? - grape and blue raspberry

10: The word that I use all the time to describe something great? - great or cool

11: Favourite song? - a to b by matt hires

12: The question you ask new friends to get to know them better? - it usually has to do with what drew me to them in the first place followed up by a version ‘why do you think that?’ i like knowing how ppl think bc it gives me a better way to start understand their view

13: Favourite word? - aurora

14: The last person who hurt me, did I forgive them? - i can’t really remember, so i dont know what that says :/

15: Last song I listened to? - serial killer by moncrieff

16: TV show I always recommend? - dexter or if they don’t like blood and violence, any of john mulaneys specials

17: Pirates or ninjas? - i liked pirates when i was younger, but ninjas are cool

18: Movie I watch when I’m feeling down? - any studio ghibli or song of the sea

19: Song that I always start my shuffle with/wake-up song/always-on-a-loop song? - lately its been SLUT by bea miller

20: Favourite video games? - i really love boderlands, the art style is great

21: What am I most afraid of? - snakes and failing at something i’ve been saying that i wanted to do my entire life

22: A good quality of mine? - im nice??

23: A bad quality of mine? - im a bit aggressive and im really blunt about things

24: Cats or dogs? - dogs!! I like cats too but i dont know how to interact with them

25: Actor/actress you trust enough to watch whatever they’re in? - he’s a voice actor, but crispin freeman is really cool!

26: Favourite season? - fall and spring

27: Am I in a relationship? - yeah, but it’s long distance during the school year ;-;

28: Something I miss? - my boi,, he’ll be back soon tho

29: My best friend? @keencheckerboard and @memeathon

30: Eye colour? - brown

31: Hair colour? - brown with red and blonde highlights

32: Someone I love? - my mom

33: Someone I trust? - @keencheckerboard

34: Someone I always think about? - @memeathon

35: Am I excited about anything? - finals to be over!

36: My current obsession? - bnha tbh

37: Favourite TV shows as a child? - i loved avatar and ed, edd, and eddy

38: Do I have someone of the opposite sex that I can tell everything to? - to an extent, but i dont tell them /every/thing

39: Am I superstitious? - kind of

40: What do I think about most? - right now, school

41: Do I have any strange phobias? - not really, i mean i overthink a lot of things, but there’s no phobias

42: Do I prefer to be in front of the camera or behind it? behind

43: Favourite hobbies? - drawing/reading/writing/sleeping

44: Last book I read? - i think it was called stung, i actually finished it bc i wanted to complain about it properly

45: Last film I watched? - dumbo, my friend wanted to go see it, it wasnt good

46: Do I play any instruments? - i played clarinet for 3 years

47: Favourite animal? - dogs

48: Top 5 blog on Tumblr that I follow? - @wemakuu @wemakuutwo @keencheckerboard @memeathon @kata-chthonia

49: Superpower I wish I could have? - teleportation

50: How do I destress? - getting cozy and warm under my blankets with the lights off

51: Do I like confrontation? - i can be aggressive so i will be confrontational if i have to but i don’t go out of my way for it

52: When do I feel most at peace? - in my bed with the lights off

53: What makes me smile? - my friends, my boi, and goofy animal videos

54: Do I sleep with the lights on or off? - gotta be pitch black

55: Play any sports? - i played roller derby for 3 years

56: What is my song of the week? - really feeling be by hozier

57: Favourite drink? - …..water…. and a slushee

58: When did I last send a handwritten letter to somebody? - i think last summer???

59: Afraid of heights? - nope

60: Pet peeve? - slow walkers

61: What was the last concert I went to see? - does my high school’s band count???

62: Am I vegetarian/vegan/pescatarian? - nah

63: What occupation did I want to do when I was younger? - ob nurse, i still do

64: Have I ever had a friend turn enemy? - no, i’ve had ppl i tolerated turn into ppl i hate tho

65: What fictional universe would I like to be a part of? - bhna, but i feel the hero drama would get annoying after awhile

66: Something I worry about? - failing my classes

67: Scared of the dark? - nope

68: Who are my best friends? - this is the same as 29

69: What do I admire most about others? - their drive and where their motivation comes from

70: Can I sing? - no ;-;

71: Something I wish I could do? - sing

72: If I won the lottery, what would I do? - pay off my loans and (hopefully) for the rest of my college and then put whatever i had left into a savings account

73: Have I ever skipped school? - yes

74: Favourite place on the planet? - i think the smoky mountains are really pretty and i loved vacationing around them, but colorado was really neat too, so probs one of those places

75: Where do I want to live? - somewhere on the northeast coast!

76: Do I have any pets? - yeah!! He’s a doggo named dageus,,,, here he is,, the big boi!! (hes 121 pounds of love!!!!!)

77: What is my current desktop picture? - something @memeathon drew me

78: Early bird or night owl? - night owl

79: Sunsets or sunrise? - im usually awake during sunset, but sunrise is really pretty

80: Can I drive? - yeah!

81: Story behind my last kiss? - i was saying bye to my boi at the airport

82: Earphones or headphones? - earphones

83: Have I ever had braces? - yeah,, they weren’t fun

84: Story behind one of my scars? - i have a couple little ones from acne on my back but other than that i don’t have any

85: Favourite genre of music? - i think indie rock?? Is that a genre?? Punk maybe????

86: Who is my hero? - florence nightingale,, she was hella cool and i went to her museum in london

87: Favourite comic book character? - i didn’t read a lot of comic books but i always liked spiderman and witchblade

88: What makes me really angry? - when ppl make fun of my friends >:l

89: Kindle or real book? - i like real books but ebooks are nice for traveling!!

90: Favourite sporty activity? - roller derby or skating

91: What is one thing that isn’t tight in schools that should be? - im not really sure what this question means????? But i didn’t like that in my middle school that the behavior coach(es) would already pick sides or would already hate kids that did nothing wrong and then in my high school no one cleaned up after themselves bc ‘the janitors can do it’ :/ it was really annoying

92: What was my favourite subject at school? - english/creative writing and art!!

93: Siblings? - i got an older brother who’s a big nerd

94: What was the last thing I bought? - i went to target last night and i got $68 worth of stuff including planty stuff, food, and gift stuff for my boyfriend’s moms

95: How tall am I? - 5’6” but i will not hesitate bitch

96: Can I cook? - yeah!

97: Can I bake? - yeah!

98: 3 things I love? - my friends/family, animals, and plants

99: 3 things I hate? - slow walkers, rasict/homo/trans/biphobic (anyone who just hates ppl for no reason tbh), and rude ppl >:l

100: Do I have more girl friends or boy friends? - more girl friends,,, i’ve kinda lost contact with most of my guy friends over the years,,,,

101: Who do I get on with better, girls or boys? - i feel more comfortable around other girls now but when i was younger i was okay with everyone

102: Where was I born? - in the cornfields of the midwest (i fucking hate this state)

103: Sexual orientation? - straight

104: Where do I currently live? - in the cornfields of the midwest, i am the creature you’re warned about, don’t walk alone at night

105: Last person I texted? - @memeathon : D

106: Last time I cried? - yesterday,,, finals hit me hard but i feel better now :D

107: Guilty pleasure? - uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,,,,,, looking at gross stuff,,, like surgeries and sometimes those pimple popping videos,,,,,,,,

108: Favourite Youtuber? - i’ve been watching a lot of gordon ramsay videos lately but i think brandon rogers or sovietwomble are up there

109: A photo of myself. - heres one i took on my break at work

110: Do I like selfies? - no,,, i don’t really like looking back on photos of myself bc i think i just look weird,, like even in my super nice senior photos,,, or baby pictures,,

111: Favourite game app? - does neko astsume count???

112: My relationship with my parents? - it’s p good :D

113: Favourite accents? - i’m not really sure,,, i think just a flat accent, like midwestern bc its the one im most familiar with so its like homey???????

114: A place I have not been but wish to visit? - japan,, nowhere in specific i just want to see the country

115: Favourite number? - 23!!!!

116: Can I juggle? - no

117: Am I religious? - im a polytheist (a bad one, but oh well)

118: Do I like space? - i love space!!!! Its so neat!!!!!!

119: Do I like the deep ocean? - no!!! Its awful!!!!

120: Am I much of a daredevil? - i think my friends think i am, but i dont really think so, i mean i’ll try anything if it sounds fun, but not everything

121: Am I allergic to anything? - not that i know of

122: Can I curl my tongue? - yes

123: Can I wiggle my ears? - no

124: Do I like clowns? - not really

125: The Beatles or Elvis? - a little bit of each

126: My current project? - my creative writing portfolio ;-; its not that hard but im trying to figure out how to get this character right

127: Am I a bad loser? - depends on what i lost in, like if it was a game i didn’t really care about than no, but if it was something that i cared about a lot than yeah

128: Do I admit when I wrong? - i always try to, but sometimes i don’t

129: Forest or beach? - forest,, i don’t like the beach,, too much sand

130: Favourite piece of advice? - it’s not really advice but just the reminder that your current situation is not your final destination

131: Am I a good liar? - i think so

132: Hogwarts house / Divergent faction / Hunger Games district? - slytherin (its funny bc im scared of snakes)/ dauntless/ and i think district 6 (i live in the crossroads of america so yeah)

133: Do I talk to myself? - all the fucking time

134: Am I very social? - sometimes, i am kinda a social introvert

135: Do I like gossip? - i like to hear it but not be part of it

136: Do I keep a journal/diary? - i have a bullet journal and i try to keep up with my habit and mood tracker daily

137: Have I ever hopelessly failed a test? - no, but i have gotten like high d’s and low c’s before that make me sad

138: Do I believe in second chances? - depends on what they messed up on the first chance, like if someone cheated then no

139: If I found a wallet full of cash on the ground, what would I do? - i would like to say that i would return it with no money taken, but im just not sure :/

140: Do I believe people are capable of change? - yeah, if they’re really trying and realize that they need to, but even if they do change i know not everyone will accept them back into their lives and it shouldn’t be expected that they should after someone changes for the better

141: Have I ever been underweight? - no

142: Am I ticklish? - very and i have this weird tactile thing thats like i dont like ppl lightly touching me, it freaks me out

143: Have I ever been in a submarine? - no

144: Have I ever been on a plane? - yes!! I love flying!! Its so much fun!!

145: In a film about my life, who would I cast as myself, friends and family? - uhhhh,, im going to go by face,, i think for me - shailene woodley bc when she had her short hair ppl told me i looked like her @meme - liana liberato, she got the round face @keen - winona ryder (but back in beetlejuice) boyfriend - tucker west, i know he’s not an actor but he looks so much like him,,,, also it took me forever just to find these guys so im not finding family :p

146: Have I ever been overweight? - no

147: Do I have any piercings? - i have my ears pierced!

148: Which fictional character do I wish was real? - hari jurono,,, i love him ;-;

149: Do I have any tattoos? - no, but i already have some picked out that i want

150: What is the best decision I have made in life so far? - ummmm??? Im not sure?????

151: Do I believe in Karma? - yeah

152: Do I wear glasses or contacts? - contacts during the day and glasses at night

153: What was my first car? - i have a subaru crosstrek named inko!!! I love her!!

154: Do I want children? - no

155: Who is the most intelligent person I know? - my mom tbh,,, shes really smart

156: My most embarrassing memory? - omfg,, so this goes to show how oblivious i am about social interactions, but it was my first week in college and this junior was talking to me and i didnt realize he was flirting with me until after we traded snapchats and he left, so i panicked and never said anything to him again and blocked him

157: What makes me nostalgic? - when i walk around my neighborhood sometimes (i live near the preschool i went to) and i was over at my elementary school almost a year ago now, but i remember walking down the hall and seeing all the different teachers there now and it made me sad

158: Have I ever pulled an all-nighter? - yes, just last week

159: Which do I value more in others, brains or beauty? - brains

160: What colour mostly dominates my wardrobe? - darker colors like black and blue, but im trying to get lighter ones in there too

161: Have I ever had a paranormal experience? - yes, many times, but the one that sticks out to me is that one night i woke up at like 5 am for no reason, but i was just suddenly wide awake and something felt off, so i was trying to get comfy again and flipped over on my other side so i was facinging the door into my room instead of my wall and in front of my door was a tall black figure with red eyes staring at me and when i blinked it went away,, now i know this can be explained by some other things but with my family it seems more likely to be paranormal

162: What do I hate most about myself? - uhh, i procrastinate way too much

163: What do I love most about myself? - i always support my friends

164: Do I like adventure? - depends on the adventure,,, i like traveling, but not too much walking bc i have bad knees

165: Do I believe in fate? - not really

166: Favourite animal? - question 47

167: Have I ever been on radio? - no, but i was on my school’s announcements and i hated it

168: Have I ever been on TV? - no

169: How old am I? - 19

170: One of my favourite quotes? - “The Gods envy us. They envy us because we’re mortal, because any moment could be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed”

171: Do I hold grudges? - im petty

172: Do I trust easily? - no,, im just cautious around ppl bc i just don’t know them

173: Have I learnt from my mistakes? - some of them

174: Best gift I’ve ever received? - im not too sure,,, i got a p cool backpack for my birthday tho that i use everyday

175: Do I dream? - yeah, cant remember too many tho

176: Have I ever had a night terror? - no??

177: Do I remember my dreams, and what is one that comes to mind? - can’t remember a lot after i wake up, but i just recently had one with some bnha characters in it, i can’t remember what happened, i just know that they were there

178: An experience that has made me stronger? - i know this might sound a bit morbid, but my aunt’s funeral, it was the first funeral i went to where i understood what was happening and it made me more open to learning and accepting death

179: If I were immortal, what would I do? - want to fucking die,,, i’ve never understood ppl who are scared of dying/want to live forever,, like why would you want that??? What’s the point??? You’ll just watch everyone you love die,,, i know it’s going to be hard on me when that happens to my closer family members, but even the new ppl you befriend,, i just couldn’t

180: Do I like shopping? - yeas

181: If I could get away with a crime, what would I choose to do? - tax evasion

182: What does “family” mean to me? - the ppl who i care about deeply and who love me, not all of them are blood related and not all the blood related ones are part of it

183: What is my spirit animal? - idk?????? Maybe a turtle???

184: How do I want to be remembered? - tbh, i don’t really want to be remembered

185: If I could master one skill, what would I choose? - drawing

186: What is my greatest failure? - im not sure

187: What is my greatest achievement? - uhh, i feel like its hard to point at a specific point and be like “that was the best thing i could have done, if i didn’t do that i wouldn’t be who i am today”

188: Love or money? - money

189: Love or career? - career

190: If I could time travel, where and when would I want to go? - probably to some point in the future,, i dont know where tho

191: What makes me the happiest? - the ppl i care about being happy

192: What is “home” to me? - the house i currently live in,, my family is here and im surrounded by ppl i love,, it’ll probably change with time, but for now its here

193: What motivates me? - spite

194: If I could choose my last words, what would they be? - it’s important to keep moving forward, don’t let the past hold you down

195: Would I ever want to encounter aliens? - kind of, i think it would be p cool

196: A movie that scared me as a child? - it wasn’t a movie but i know the animated wolf from peter and the wolf freaked me out

197: Something I hated as a child that I like now? - i hated mushrooms, but i love them now

198: Zombies or vampires? - vampires

199: Live in the city or suburbs? - suburbs super close to city

200: Dragons or wizards? - DRAGONS

201: A nightmare that has stayed with me? - its silly but when i was younger it would be my mom and i going to the mall downtown and the escalators were missing the part that connected them to the floor so you had to hop over it and when we would get to the 4th floor i would miss the jump and fall

202: How do I define love? - i know a lot of ppl are like “i would die for you or kill for you” something along those lines but i think it’s more living for someone, wanting to see them accomplish everything they wanted, being there for them during their lows203: Do I judge a book by its cover? - yeah, i wont pick up something that doesnt catch my eye

204: Have I ever had my heart broken? - no

205: Do I like my handwriting? - yeah!! Its loopy

206: Sweet or savoury? - sweet

207: Worst job I’ve had? - ive liked all the jobs ive had

208: Do I collect anything? no

209: Item of clothing or jewellery you’ll never see me without? - a hoodie/sweater of some kind

210: What is on my bucket list? - going to greece

211: How do I handle anger? - i usually rant for a bit, maybe cry to get the extra hormones out, maybe break something

212: Was I named after anyone? - no, but i did have the same name as my great grandma

213: Do I use sarcasm a lot? - yes

214: What TV character am I most like? - im been watching bnha a lot so i think either kirishima or uraraka

215: What is the weirdest talent I have? - i can cross my eyes and then move one of them

216: Favourite fictional character? - ,,,,, im not sure,, i really love eric from divergent

[lodestarslagoon]

American Horror Story Apocalypse Live Blogging 8x02

Here we go!

Oh thank god X-men Apocalypse is over

Omg I just got the movie title thats funny they put it right before.

My god Sophie Turner’s hair is so ugly. Why can’t they add extensions for more volume? Game of Thrones Sansa too...

I NEED MADISON!!!

#TeamMadison

#TeamCoco

Oh shit the lights went out on Jail Girl! Is rubberman here?

I didn’t watch Murder House, so I hope Rubberman is just creepy and not murdery.

OH A SNAKE! GET THE EVE!

I hope her and UCLA are like Adam and Eve basically.

OMG YES EAT THE SNAKE!

Kathy Bates eat the snake YASSS!

THE STEW IS SNAKE!

OMG MALLORY MY ONE TRUE LOVE NEXT TO COCO! Madison is me, so I can’t love myself. That’s egotistical.

Lol 18 months later Andre is still bitter about the stew is stu.

I still say Jail Girl is wearing white.

OMG ANOTHER SNAKE! YASSS PLEASE JUST BE COVEN SYMBOLISM! LIKE THE PROMO POSTERS WERE!

Ew was that sex during Leslie Grossman’s name in the credits.

Commercials ugh.... Where is Madison.

Omg my dad’s phone just made an App noise and I jumped so high!

Omg yes, Vitam Vitalus snake please or Resurgence.

Kathy Bates needs to axe Jail Girl. UCLA too.

MICHAEL!!!!

Oh Look a male gray across the door from Mallory isn’t bad looking.

I wonder why all the grays are white....

Is Michael trying to makeout with Venable?

Oh she moved, what big dick energy....

What random locations to hold outposts. Where is this one?

Lol “Thats Classified”

I still wonder why Andre is there. Not like Gays are helping repopulate the world.

LOL WHAT IS THIS THE HUNGER GAMES?

TELL THEM COCO U DID PAY!

Wait why can Gay Evan Peters volunteer as tribute?

Why would I want a pill? Ugh, cannibals are weird plot device.

I was wondering if he will ask about the Grays and deteremine if they were good.

“You were 52 when Elvis took his last shit” #CocoIsLife

OH SHIT THATS RIGHT JOAN COLLINS U DID OUTLIVE THEM ALL!

Michael Langdon needs a chill pill....

I can’t handle his wig...

Lol your ability to impregnate a woman isn’t needed.

Anger and grandmother.

Lol she’s shaming him to be the perfect gay. 

Is Michael Langdon flirting with Gay Evan Peters?

I will admit if he came out as straight I zoned out and missed that remark, not trying to erase his sexuality, just still on the he’s gay train.

Subrban Gay Lunches hahaha

I hate brunch

Lol a cat charity, yay Joan Collins.

Omg yes, I love this luncheon improper dining material attire he has.

LOL He’s so relatable with his rebellion

“I like a lot of things” I bet it’s Michael.

OH GOOD We both find Michael flriting. Just a gay baiter I swear.

I mean you’re either gonna get in or die, I’d jump on it to make out with him.

Wow, what a power move.

Lol him asking if he got him just got him thrown out.

I agree with Jail Girl, this kissing between her and UCLA guy is bullshit.

She’s going to explore the world to find a safehouse?

RUBBERMAN! AHHHH Michael Langdon is all for this.

Wow I’m not even into leather and I find this hot.

Oh nvm, lick, “I’m yours.” #Done.

Oh... Joan Collins going to walk in on it.

Wait isn’t this unauthorized copulation?

Oh another commercial.

I think the biggest Horror Story this season yet is I bet that the Rubberman did NOT have lube with him while doing that....

Oh Joan Collins appears to Kathy Bates, what a snitch.

I personally thinking that Joan Collins batty old lady is dying. She said in an interview she’s playing 3 or 4 characters this season so this seems like a good time to die.

So Michael Langdon walked by, while the Rubberman’s afoot with Gay Evan Peters.

Oh, an email and such.

Like am I supposed to be scared when the Rubberman is on the ceiling, all I know about him is that he appears and sex/rapes people.

Oh god, they’re going to realize that sex is allowed, do it, then get caught and punished because of the email like the promos.

Michael Langdon confronting Venable; I love his outfit.

“Nothing would be more humiliating to a man such as yourself than to have a woman know more than him.” TELL HIM VENABLE!

“I’m just doing my best with the mess men created.”

A woman, young mother? Nevermind, I thought it was Cordelia for a moment.

LOL That no to the Mercy Killing.

Coco St. Pierre Vanderbilt <3

Venable’s last choice is COCO!?

Damn Venable hates everyone! Guess that’s what torturing for 18 months does. Although, I don’t know why.

Lol getting undressed is shame and undressed? Jeez, guess I’m not making it into the Sancutary.

Is that a hump back? A Tumor? Like I’m too biologically stupid to get Venable’s condition.

Cody Fern is doing great wonders acting as Michael Langdon.

Kathy Bates is so angry at Michael, but later she says “Hail Satan”?

Wow this whole sexual tension with Michael Langdon going on made me forget we have yet to see Madison yet for a minute.

Oh we are back.

Oh strung up and stuff. 

“In my soul I have know him always” My god, why is this necessary, can I just get to Madison.

Gay radicals of the 70s and 80s... Ryan Murphy... I’m surprised you’re not throwing your name into this.

Oh thank god Venable see’s he’s loving it.

DAMN MICHAEL LANGDON! 

Oh well at least he admits Gay Evan Peters is hot.

Awww needy </3

“My Nana” really? You were selling her out hours ago....

If this entire season is just one person being interviewed an Episode I am going to throw a fit.

Oh look, Michael used telekinesis.

“Yeah of course it was, you had three networks.”

Omg Coco’s monologue about how hard it is to be young in here. I can’t. Sexual Orientations hahaha.

“Um... we’re sitting right here.” Tell her Coco!

“Perverted Lifestyle” </3

“I am the bridge between the past and future.”

“Humanity may be in a sorry state, but it deserves better than you.”

Oh Joan Collin’s ring is NICE!

“Well, it’s a good thing you convinced me to save your Nana.” #TellHimCoco

UCLA BOY NO! Ugh I thought Jail Girl would cave in first.

Oh Rubberman.

Ugh commercial.

Maybe Madison’s the Rubberman.

At this rate I’m just praying Madison’s been involved as The Rubberman. Anything to get her into the show.

Oh and another commercial...

Awww Gay Evan Peters looks so sad </3

STEVIE NICKS! 

RUBBERMAN!

OMG THE COVEN IS COMING!

I hope that’s Stevie at least. It sounds like her.

How alluring, to just come and follow me.

Rubberman has transmutation?

Ew is Rubberman killing Joan Collins?

Oh okay no. They’re just going to engage in the sex again.

Oh UCLA and Jail Girl got caught finally.

Oh Gay Evan Peter’s is getting rough.

I wonder how Emma Roberts feels about this acting.

Oh snap!!!! Conciliium. 

I wonder what Joan Collins was thinking in their world as Evan Peters was being all sexy talk and such before he killed her.

This cane dong dong that Venable does is such a powermove. It’s kind of cool.

OH SNAP he shot Kathy Bates!

Oh she’s fine. 

OMG SHE’S A ROBOT!

Oh we get a new episode trailer this week?

Unless she’s like an alien from season 2? I have no idea. I just am noticiting it’s 10:57 p.m. EST and no fucking Madison Montgomery despite the fact that she’s in the starring cast opening trailers....

All Hallows Eve?

Mallory demanding to be freed?!

Oh I saw the witches walking through the fog.

I’m still confused why Kathy Bates is a robot.

Oh well.... No Madison. No care. Good episode, the writing and acting were nice. I wonder which episode Evan Peters will direct.

[darlingnisi]

Celebration Day 2 : VIP Edition

Part 1 Here!

Concert Screening

Part 2 of Show 2 Piano and a Microphone Gala (Shout out to that one time when he looked directly into the camera as he sang something and caused me to slide down in my chair a bit...Professor geeez!)

Iconography Panel Steve Parke Nancy Bundt Terry Gydesen 

Nancy Bundt

She did the above photo

Was once offered a job to be art director for Jimmy Hendrix but turned it down because she was in college

First time shooting P was the 1984 birthday concert

There was a FABULOUS picture of Prince in a wide brimmed hat, shirtless, wearing a Pfunk flag around his neck. One arm had a net stocking and the other ripped nylon stocking. This look but a different view of just him with his arms up

Also shout out to the shirtless one that just showed the muscles in his back. Not my era visually, but I can appreciate art.

Terry Gydesen

Terry Gydsen did the pictures in the Sacrifice of Victor Book

Wasn’t a Prince fan before she worked for him

He won her over when he sat at a piano and played a classical sounding piece

Worked as Jesse Jackson’s photographer during his Presidential campaign in 1988

Got the traditional “can you come out and do a shoot tonight” call...she did not live in Minneapolis

Spent a month on the Act II tour in Europe

Was requested to take a picture of him in the mirror. She talked to herself while doing this and Prince thought it was funny

This was to be the original cover of the Sacrifice of Victor book 

Steve Parke

This was shot in the NPG Music club 

P made people delete pics of him at first when working on digitial, next day would say “can we get that one back?”

Changed his editing to just select ones he liked rather than one he didn’t like.

He asked Steve if he wanted to get in the water for these pics....Steve declined

Their general cadence was “meet down stairs, Prince is bored let’s get some shots.”

On the arboretum pics, they were taking some and heard some rustling in a nearby bush. Prince was ready to take off but Steve said “that guy doesn’t even know who you are! He’s here for the arboretum!”

Below is artwork before it was edited to be art for graffiti bridge. Prince saw and liked it, asked it to be edited to include characters from the movie. The GB version has Ingrid and Morris added, and the girl at the bottom’s face was edited to be Jill Jones. He had to sand out those areas and repaint them.

Q : How did you maintain your personal life while working with P?

Nancy - Took her husband with her on tour for 5 months. He was her assistant (ie held her legs while standing on chairs and other such things.) Back then they had time to be tourists in the cities they were in. Was not allowed to shoot aftershows.

Terry - There wasn’t a personal life. Mostly always on call for P. Was allowed to shoot aftershows. Told story of being by the stage taking pictures and P leaned over to tell her something she couldn’t hear. Eventually understood he was telling her to move around so she did...and got amazing pictures by doing things like climbing on railroad cars.

Steve - Was around all times of the day. Hans (a sound engineer) and him would try to leave and got called back...once they left and saw him driving toward Paisley in his Yellow BMW. Tried to lay low in their car to not be seen. Steve would get phone calls in the middle of the night while he was at home in Baltimore that were to the effect of “So that one line in the credits of that album, can we take this name out and put someone else in?” Generally would be woken out of a deep sleep and would have to call someone back to ask what he wanted again

After the panel was over, we took pictures with Wally.

Dance Panel

Maya Mclean 2005+ Nandy Mclean 2005+ Tomisina Tate (Geneva) 2000-2003

The whole panel was Q&A

Q : Did you have a part in choreography? Tomasina : He asked if she did her own choreography. She generally worked with choreographers and did not come up with her own. He told her “you’ll get broke off...” (meaning he’d pay her more). She learned how to do choreography, lol. 

Maya and Nandy : Fatima did some of their early stuff, but they took over from there. They’d show Prince their routines, and he’d make changes as needed after.

Q : What have you done since working with Prince Nandy : Film/TV behind the scenes. Executive produced Breakfast Can Wait with Maya. Did Photography she took this picture among others :

Worked on TV shows (Westworld), working on an Etta James movie (script in progress), is a life coach. 

Tomisina : Danced for others. Noted that he really brought her out of her shell. She didn’t sing much and he had her sing background on you got the look one day unexpectedly. Was in different singing groups later and danced for J Lo. Had a baby with her husband (Larenz Tate). Often baked treats for him and later his fellow cast members. Now runs an online bakery.

Maya : Released an album (with Nandy) also in film/tv (production assistant, second AD), also a life coach

Q : How did you meet Prince? Maya/Nandy : Fatima audition. THEIR FIRST PROJECT FOR HIM WAS FILMING A VIDEO FOR INCENSE AND CANDLES!!!! ALERT ESTATE ALERT!!! TROT THAT OUT IMMEDIATELY!!!!

Tomisina : Recieved a phone call to audition for Celebration in 2000. She was the only one there to audition when she arrived. Spent several days just hanging out, playing basketball, etc. She kept asking when she’d audition, he’d say “soon”. One day an hour before one of his Friday parties he said “U ready?” she had to dance for a jam session. Was nervous because she usually needs time to know what songs the schedule, etc. Wasn’t chosen to do the Celebration run but she did the Hitnrun tour.

Q : What did you take away from your time with Prince that you apply to your life?

Maya : Got a 2AM call from P “Hi. Whatever you say is true”. His voice sounded different so she didn’t recognize it. It sounded higher to her and he was out of breath. He said “I’ve been dancing in my mirror.” The message though was that whatever you say manifests so be careful with the words and energy you put out.

Nandy : When they were about to hit the stage for a show he said “I want you to be present”. Message there that thinking too far ahead or thinking about the past causes anxiety that makes you miss out on what you’re experiencing in the moment.

Tomisina : It was a turning point in his life so he was learning a lot. When leaning, he wanted to teach. She was easy going and didn’t like to be told what to do and was like “yeah yeah I get it” or “oh God I can’t take it anymore” Once she got older, a lot of what he’d said started to click. Also nobody called him Prince, just “dude” “dude is coming” “dude is back”. Overall though, she learned that there are NO excuses..and he brings something out of you that you didn’t know you had. (She idolized Cat and Mayte and wondered why he chose her.) He also taught her how to hear and appreciate music differently. (She teared up during this).

Q: Superbowl halftime show...which twin was it? Maya.

Q : What was his touch like?

Maya : She never had a sexual attraction to him except one time when they were in the NPG music club room and he was covering Elvis’s Teddy Bear on piano.

Tomisina : “Ya’ll assume a lot.” She’d just met her future husband when she started working with Prince and was totally infatuated with him. P and Tomisina had a brother/sister relationship and she seemed annoyed about this question. “ I was there for DANCE” eyeroll

They all commented that he had beautiful hands though.

Q :  What is the second most joyful memory you have of Prince?

Nandy : His laugh “HAAAAAAAAA” Tomisina : Practical Jokes Maya : “If you and your sisters were dogs, you’d be scottish terriers. If I was a dog, what would I be? AND DON’T SAY CHIHUAHUA!”

Prince on the Big Screen

So have seen this concept a few times now and the first few times were jarring to be honest. (Slightly traumatic the first time October 2016, tbh) but this was really REALLY well done!  You know how you’re at a concert but you can’t see well so you look at the screen instead sometimes? It was like that so it was very strange to look at the stage and not see him, as present as his voice sounded. The live band part really added to the experience...to watch a Prince concert without that accompaniment would have seemed incorrect since he was so much about “real music by real musicians”....a point they were sure to call out with him saying this during the intro. They also had a clip of him talking about a certain day he would celebrate...you know the one.... 

Important news about this though? They will tour it 2019. 10 for 10 would go again, and take anyone who did not get to go to a Prince concert for the shared experience. It’s the closest you’re going to get! For a taste, the concert was said to be a shortened version of a North Carolina show. We’ve seen parts of it like this :

And here’s the finale of Purple Rain (out of order with the actual setlist)

The entire concert was Prince being an absolute professional. He was cool/sexy/smooth and less of his goofy side to me. Had me on my toes like “Yes Professor” obeying every direction he gave us! Lol...

Part 3 here!

[onestowatch]

Get to Know Groove-Pop Duo Balu Brigada [Live Performance + Q&A]

Inspired by musical heavyweights like Frank Ocean and Gorillaz, Balu Brigada is all about experimentation. Their discography provides the perfect backdrop to any setting—from coastal road trips, summer BBQs, flirty dancefloor moments, and everywhere in between. The band is no stranger to performing, having toured around New Zealand numerous times, including treating an exclusive audience to an electric performance at Live Nation and Vodafone’s recent Ones to Watch showcase. 

In addition to delivering a standout show at our recent showcase, the duo has just released their latest single, “How It Would End,” the first song off their upcoming EP. The single is their debut release as a two-piece, with its bouncy synth hooks and groove-worthy melodies sure to get you up on your feet. 

On the eve of their first release as a two-piece, Henry and Pierre Beasley Zoom in from their parents’ rumpus room—the scene of many family jam sessions, which spawned their self-described “groove-pop” band Balu Brigada—to discuss archival footage, guilty pleasures, and which brother is the better mover. 

Pierre: We’re actually at our parents house right now, because our houses are both equally too small to do anything in, but actually right behind us is a grand piano that used to be our grandfather’s. He was an orchestral conductor, so it’s a bit of a family heirloom.

If that piano could talk, what do you think it would’ve said to you during your piano lessons back in the day?

P: Try harder [laughs].

Henry: It would probably say, “Slow down!” as well, ‘cause I remember just getting frustrated. You know, you play something 100 times, badly, and you just wanna get it done so you play it faster but then that sounds even worse!

P: It was a classic case of your parents make you do piano lessons and you miserably endure them, and then I think we picked up our own instruments, that we did actually enjoy playing, from there.

When would have been your first-ever public performance? Did you put on shows for Mum and Dad when you were little?

P: Probably some church Christmas event or something, to be honest. We were brought up in the church, so I think my earliest memory of performing was being a little Elvis in a Christmas production, which, yeah, I wouldn’t like to see that footage back...

Could there potentially be footage out there somewhere?

P: Yeah [laughs] Some granny with VHS footage of me with my hair in some big, slicked-back mop or something.

H: Pierre and I have got a bit of an acting background as well, so there’s some horrendous clips that you can pull up of us on shows that I won’t name [laughs]. But you can’t take yourself too seriously; you’ve just got to be able to laugh at it.

Performing is in your blood though, isn’t it?

P: Yeah, Dad was a ballet dancer in his prime and he actually met our mother, who was an actress, in a musical. They spent the majority of their twenties performing and then Mum pursued a TV career until she started having us boys so, yeah! Performance is very much in the construct of our family, which has been really cool because we’ve got that support from our parents who also understand the life of a performer and understand the passion.

H: We just actually saw some archival footage of Dad in his Royal New Zealand Ballet days—it was quite a trip! That’s literally some of the first footage we’ve seen of him as a ballet dancer, which is wild because it was such a big part of his life. Obviously no one had a bloody iPhone back then to just record clips, but it’s a shame. I would love to see more footage of him dancing, because it was such an integral part of fostering our creativity as well.

Did you boys take ballet lessons when you were kids?

PIERRE: I did it for a few years and Dad’s always said, “Ooh, you would make a good dancer!” And still to this day he’s like, “You know, it’s not too late to become a professional dancer...” You didn’t though, hey?

H: Nah, I didn’t. Pierre’s definitely more the mover, which you’ll see in a few videos of ours. I’m kind of skulking in the background doing something minimal and then Pierre’s managing to find a dance move out of thin air, which I can’t quite fathom myself.

You both studied music at Auckland University [Pierre majored in jazz, Henry, pop]. Did you ever take ideas that you were working on for Balu Brigada into uni?

H: It’s kind of like the informal way we started the band. I was playing guitar randomly for other bands and didn’t really have a project of my own, but I was writing all these songs during uni, so I was like, “Okay, why don’t we try a song where I’m leading?” Previously, I’d just written for another project that someone [else] would front, so that’s when I enlisted Pierre and my other brother at the time…

P: Brother at the time [laughs].

H: [Laughs] He’s still my brother—he’s just not in the [Balu Brigada] project at this point—but that’s how we all got together and took our background of jamming in our parents’ rumpus room to playing my original songs, and then making it more collaborative along the way.

Did Balu Brigada originate as a four-piece?

H: Yes, there were a few versions. Sometimes we’d go with a three-piece because Pierre was underage, and couldn’t play the show, or sometimes we’d get someone to replace him for the shows that he couldn’t make. It was a four-piece for probably four years or so and then that transition [to two-piece plus live drummer] was in maybe 2019. That was a lot to do with the fact that the other two band members—they were invested in it, but also had lots of other plates to juggle, and Pierre and I have always been the core and the nucleus of the band, and so it was like, “Okay, this is our whole world, so let’s kinda scale this back. You guys can invest more into your lives outside of the band and we can just really home in on this thing.”

So it’s kind of like you two are Kevin Parker from Tame Impala, with extra band members brought in for touring purposes.

H: We’d love to draw that comparison! [laughs]

P: [Laughs] Absolutely! Yeah, the role that our drummer fills is less an actual band member and more a session musician, I suppose.

How would you describe your music to people who are yet to hear it?

H: I think our favourite description, or at least mine, is groove-pop at this current point in time. Would that be your choice of description?

P: I just go with the easy one: alt-pop. Groove-pop is also cool, but I dunno if you just made that up, or…

H: I definitely made that up.

P: [Laughs]

What was the last Balu Brigada single release and what’s your next scheduled single release?

P: So the last one we released was in October last year, it was called “Moon Man”, and our next single is called “How It Would End”. This is the first time that we are choosing to release a single when we already have [a new, as-yet-untitled EP] ready, so we can actually get some momentum with the project rolling out, as opposed to how we’ve done it in the past where we released a song and then we were like, “Oh cool, that went well, now we need to finish the next one,” which is a silly way to go about it if you want to get that momentum. So this time we’ve got a few things in the bank.

H: This is the first instance where we’ve been able to play songs live before they’ve been released, which has been quite exciting for us.

Which songs off this upcoming EP have you performed live so far?

P: We’ve been playing “Number 1” and another song called “Favourite Clothes” in our most recent shows, and they’ve been going down well. Because we don’t have too many of those up-tempo, four-on-the-floor, driving songs, “Number 1” is a good one to just slot in there to hype-up the energy a bit.  

The entire EP is killer, but I reckon “Number 1” is my favourite song on there at the moment. It reminds me of N.E.R.D!

H: For sure! N.E.R.D is a massive influence and when I started that one off I was definitely conscious of, “Oh, is this too Neptunes or too Pharrell?” And then I was just like, “Nah.” We love that you’ve drawn that connection, that’s great.

Also, something about the overall vibe and the sparkling melodies throughout “I Should Be Home,” another standout track from the EP, called to mind The Strokes...

P: Yeah, I’ve been listening to a lot of The Strokes—especially their latest album—so that would make sense. I just think all of the melodies that Julian [Casablancas] hits are real nice.

H: I think because Pierre was listening to The Strokes so much that always bleeds into my listening habits, because we spend so much time together. I think that would have definitely been a subconscious influence, because it was definitely in line with what we were taking in at that moment.

Your previous way of working, drip-feeding one song at a time, reminds me of the Gorillaz’s Song Machine project, where songs were recorded and released separately before they were collated and released as a collection.

H: Yeah, for sure. I really liked that roll-out. It was cool, and obviously the featured artists on it are world-class, interesting, eccentric creatives in their own right. Gorillaz’ second [Song Machine release], “Désolé” [featuring Fatoumata Diawara] is my strongest memory of when I was living in Melbourne. I lived there for a few months and that song came out around that time, and I was like, “Woah!” I listened to it this morning, actually; it just rocks my world. Gorillaz are a massive inspiration in terms of how we like to think about music, eclecticism, and genre-mashing.

Given that part of your band name pays homage to the character Baloo (but with different spelling), talk me through your love for The Jungle Book.

H: That movie is a very nostalgic kick for us brothers…

P: Not the movie that was out a couple of years ago, the Disney one…

H: I couldn’t believe it when I found out it was from the ‘60s, hey! When you’re a kid and you’re watching that shit, there’s no differentiation that you can make between The Jungle Book and, say, Aladdin [released in 1995]. You’re just like, “The Jungle Book, man, it’s such a jam!”

Have any Balu Brigada songs been synced to a TV series or film?

H: Only in one very informal instance. I was actually on a show about six years ago called 800 Words and I think we had just released our third release and then I had a shoot day. The actor I was working with, Milena Vidler, was like, “Oh, I’ve gotta be listening to music in this scene, what shall I play?” And I told her, “We just released a song today!” And she said, “Well why don’t I play that!?” So that is literally the only sync we’ve got so far, but it was quite a serendipitous moment. To see myself on screen and then hear our band play as well was quite meta, a little in-joke or Easter egg.

Do you each remember what made you fall in love with music in the first place?

P: Abbey Road on vinyl. It was Mum’s. I would’ve been, like, 11. It blew my mind. It was the first time I got to know an album in full, and didn’t just know a single that was on the radio or whatever, and I just loved the way that album flowed and the musicality of it, and how it’s pop music but they were also experimenting. There’s just something about that album, which probably—when I think about it—is my favourite album of all time and made me want to do music.

H: Mum will definitely want the credit for that one; Dad’s got the Bowie records, Mum’s got The Beatles ones. This one is way less cool, but my answer is probably “I Miss You” by blink-182. Combined with “Ocean Avenue” by Yellowcard—that was my favourite song. I was like, “Yep, I’m a rock guy now. I’m a band guy. Take me as I am.”

P: [Laughs]

H: I couldn’t say that it’s my favourite song now, but I remember that distinction pretty clearly, being like, “Yeah, this is me now”.

Did you have any Yellowcard posters on your walls?

H: [Rotates webcam] I’ve got some nice Gorillaz ones over there, but no Yellowcard ones.

If you could choose any band to go out on tour with, who would it be?

P: I’d probably say Tame Impala, just ‘cause I’m a diehard KP [Kevin Parker] fan. But I don’t know if we’d be the right fit, though…

I can totally see you guys opening for Tame Impala – Balu Brigada would be the perfect fit!

H: I mean, my pinnacle artist is Frank Ocean and I love the idea of getting to tour with him, but, no [laughs]. I don’t think. So that makes Kevin Parker feel a little bit more attainable. I don’t think it would be too far-fetched, hey? I reckon we should link it up.

[dreamytfw]

I’m bored and impatient again, so I’m answering stuff from an ask game. OP here. I just want to say preemptively that the shipping questions only pertain to me and how I ship or don’t ship them. I don’t care what y’all ship.

1:What is your Supernatural OTP? Destiel.

2:What’s your opinion on John Winchester? I have a lot of strong feelings about that fucking dickhead.

3:Which season finale was your favorite/least favorite? Favorite: season 8′s was really good. Least favorite: season 10. We almost had Dean in space.

4:Which is your favorite episode? Either Changing Channels or The Man Who Would Be King

5:Which episode makes you cry the most? The episode where Ellen and Jo die ALWAYS makes me cry.

6:Which episode is the funniest to you? The Real Ghostbusters

7:What’s your opinion on Megstiel? I’m okay with it up to a point. That point is crazy!Cas.

8:When did you start watching Supernatural? The hiatus between seasons 7 and 8. I finished my Netflix binge something like the day before season 8 premiered.

9:Which episode title do you think is the funniest? The French Mistake. Gotta love Mel Brooks.

10:What’s your opinion on Garth? I loved Garth! Such a massively under-utilized character.

11:If you could bring back any character, would you? If so, whom? I’d like to finally get Adam out of Hell, but I don’t think that’s quite what you’re asking.

12:Who is your favorite angel? Cas. Duh.

13:Who’s your favorite archangel? Gabriel.

14:What’s your opinion on Wincest? Squicks me the fuck out. Sibling incest does in general. Like, we’re not supposed to want to fuck our siblings guys. That’s how we get Joffery and El Hachizado.

15:What’s your opinion on Lisa? (and Ben, if you want) Ben was kind of blah outside of his first episode. I really liked Lisa and how she refused to take any of Dean’s crap.

16:When did you start blogging about Supernatural? Uh... I think I jumped on board right away?

17:Do you think that Chuck is God? How old are these questions???

18:Do you have a favorite Dick (Roman) joke? If so, what is it? Not a joke, but I’m really weirdly amused that his actor does the voice of a recurring minor character in the Kingdom Hearts series.

19:Which is your favorite episode? We had this question before.

20:Who do you ship Sam with? Samena, but I really love fluffy snuggly Samstiel.

21:What’s your opinion on Destiel? OTP

22:Did you like the first or second Ruby better? iunno.

23:Who’s your favorite demon? Demon!Dean deserved a longer arc.

24:Do you read smutty fanfiction? I fucking write smutty fan fiction (I’m just bad at finishing and publishing it).

25:Do you think Destiel will become canon in season 9? (Regardless of whether you want it to or not) Christ this is old. Unfortunately they did not. But fingers crossed for season 14, aka their 10 year anniversary.

26:Have you ever had a dream about Supernatural/the characters/the actors? If so, can you describe what you remember? All the time. I used to be able to lucid dream to some extent, but since I’ve gone off my psych meds I can’t seem to do it as much anymore. The most recent one I had was the other night. I don’t remember it too clearly, but Sam and I said bye to Dean and Cas before heading off on some sort of mission or something.

27:Which episode is the scariest to you? (Horror-movie type scary) That episode where Sam got his throat ripped out this season was the first time Supernatural has actually scared me. Other episodes have been suspenseful, but I was legit scared during those mine scenes.

28:What’s your opinion on Sabriel? I don’t really see it. MAYBE unrequited on Gabriel’s side, but other than that I just don’t get the appeal.

29:Do you think End!verse will happen? If so, are you looking forward to it? Well, Lucifer’s dead now so I’m guessing no. If End!Verse does happen, Dean and Sam’s places are going to be swapped.

30:Do you have any friends off of the Internet that watch Supernatural? Yes.

31:Do any of your family members watch Supernatural? I got my dad and my brother to watch it, but they kind of dropped it. My mom is currently watching it and I regret everything that has led to this point in my life.

32:What’s an unpopular opinion or headcanon you have? The “romantic” subplots in the Scoobynatural episode were gross and the episode would have been better without them.

33:Do you like AU fanfics? DO I!!!!

34:Have you ever written/started writing a fanfic? See my answer to number 24.

35:What’s your opinion on Samifer? That... really depends on the vessel Lucifer is in. See, I’m a fan of selfcest so if I do read Samifer stuff, I always imagine it as Sam basically fucking himself.

36:If you have an OTP, at what point did you start shipping it? First time I watched. Literally that second episode Cas was in when he was standing in the kitchen with Dean and told Dean to show him some respect I was just like “...are they gonna fuck?”

37:Do you think Sam should have completed the demon trials? Nah.

38:Which director/writer is or was your favorite/least favorite? Favorite: I don’t know. I don’t really pay attention to the good writers because I’m too busy enjoying their content. Least favorite: Bucklemming really needs to be fired or relegated to only filler episodes.

39:Which actor would you most like to meet in real life? MISHA!

40:If you could be any character on the show, would you want to? If so, whom? If not, why? Nah. I kind of like being me. I’m the only person I know how to be.

41:Do you prefer cake or pie? Both ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°)

42:What is your opinion on Sastiel? Is it Samstiel or Sastiel because I just don’t know. I prefer it fluffy. For whatever reason I have trouble getting into smutty Samstiel.

43:Have you ever made a Supernatural reference out loud and received strange looks from some of the people surrounding you? Yes...

44:Have you ever cried over a non-OTP ship from the show? I’m not entirely sure what this question means... Like, have I ever cried over characters in the show that I don’t ship? Yeah. It’s Supernatural.

45:What is your favorite moment from any of the gag reels? “When did you forget how to act?” “Season 2?”

46:Superwholock? Please no.

47:What is/was your favorite Sam hair length? I really liked season 10.

48:What’s an unpopular ship you have? Meg/Bela. Don’t ask, I don’t understand it either.

49:What’s your opinion on Wincestiel? I prefer it as more of a love triangle where Sam and Dean are fighting over Cas’s affection than as a throuple.

50:Can you dig Elvis? Fun fact: I never finished that fan fiction. I loved every moment of it, but I got as far as Dean meeting Adam in Vietnam before I chickened out because I knew there was a bunch more pain on the way.

51:Do you listen to Carry On Wayward Son even when you’re not just watching a finale? I used to, but I’ve since been conditioned to feel pain every time that song starts playing.

52:What’s your opinion on Zachariah? Good antagonist.

53:Do you think Adam will ever get out of the cage? (not as Michael) Not at the rate we’re going.

54:Do you think Sam should have completed the trials? Why are there repeat questions?

55:How long would you survive as a hunter? I wouldn’t.

56:What’s your opinion on Calthazar? Foxhole love/friendly former fwb.

57:Do you have a Netflix account? If so, what’s your username and password? Wait a second, just the first part. I do and I’ve basically just been watching Supernatural on it the past month or so.

58:Have you ever participated in GISHWHES? I did the first year (the one with the pigeon rat mascot). It was fun, but it was stressful to the point where I don’t want to do it again.

59:What movies/shows have you watched because of (or by coincidence) Jared, Jensen, or Misha? Jared: House of Wax... kind of. I turned it off as soon as he got murdered because it was just awful. I also tried watching Gilmore Girls, but I dropped it after two episodes because every character in that show is either a terrible person or blah. The Supernatural Anime. Jensen: My Bloody Valentine, Batman Under the Red Hood. The Supernatural Anime (I know he only voiced the last episode, but he was in it so it counts). THAT ONE EPISODE OF WISHBONE AKA MY CHILDHOOD. Misha: the TSA short films, Karla, NCIS

60:If you could change just one thing about the series, what would it be? I’d make Dean better at using his god damn words.

61:If you were at a Con, what would be a question you would ask?(can be any of the actors) UUUUHHHHHHHH...

62:Why did you start watching Supernatural? Saw it all over tumblr. Got curious. It’s all been downhill from there.

63:What’s your opinion on Sam/Crowley? That’s a thing??

64:What’s your biggest fear for season 9? I honestly don’t remember what it was.

65:What’s your favorite (or at least a memorable) pop culture reference that has been made on the show? Them referencing themselves is always pretty great.

66:Just a random confession you have regarding the show/Asker makes up their own question.