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SO AFTER A LOT OF THOUGHT ALL OF MY MUSES HERE HAVE BEEN MOVED TO @xxgotthedevilinsidexx ! IF YOU WANT TO CONTINUE ANY THREADS WE HAVE HERE, YOU'LL NEED TO FOLLOW ME THERE !

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I promise I haven't disappeared. I guess you could say I've gotten into a bit of a writing funk. I haven't been feeling the greatest lately. Everything has happened from pain, migraines, a broken tooth to random doggo nose bleeds. So needless to say I've just been stressed - and Christmas is stressful enough on its own. The only thing I've really been able to focus on lately is playing DBD. Just hang in there cause I promise I will be back as soon as this funk passes. <3

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Sam's brow lifted at his first remark. What he said made sense, but at the same time, she knew that if she allowed herself that moment to react, no matter how fleeting, she might not be able to stop herself. The walls seemed to close in on her, suffocating her with their silence. She clenched her fists tightly, trying to regain control over her racing thoughts. But deep down, Sam knew that avoiding this moment would only prolong the inevitable. That didn't exactly make it any easier to talk about. Hell, things she thinks, the voices she hears she doesn't even tell her psychiatrist because she knows she would be branded as homicidal.

Maybe she is losing her mind and maybe the world would be safer with her locked away somewhere.

" You don't understand, I don't think that would be a good idea. " It seemed easier to talk to him than it did anyone else. Unlike others, he's the only one she never felt judged by. " What they want is a monster. " She never wanted to give into that but lately it's becoming harder and harder to resist.

She refused to feign ignorance. Gossip and murmurs reached her ears faster than the breeze. She caught wind of whispers suggesting her father's involvement in the initial killings. A part of her resisted believing it, yet she instinctively knew it to be true. This conviction stemmed from the mysterious darkness within her, which must have originated from somewhere. Occasionally, she observed him examining knives with the same intensity as herself, and in those moments, it felt as if she were gazing into a mirror.

She could dance around his question, pretend as if he's asking about what she hears everyone around her saying, but she knows he's asking about the voices. If she had this wrong all this time then she risks losing him along with everyone else who had turned their backs on her. But if she was right, maybe he could help her tame those voices like he had his own.

" They scream at me, demanding that I pick up a knife or anything sharp that I can find... " Her voice cracks and she pauses for a moment before finishing that thought. " And to rip through flesh until the only thing I can see is red. That's why I say if I react, I won't be able to stop. " Sam gazes up to lock eyes with her father and where there should be tears or remorse for even speaking such words... there was none.

people have to talk. the impact it had on billy had been minimal, particularly when he enjoyed that rumors still circulated now and then, whispers that billy loomis had gotten away with it — particularly by those who'd known him then. it was entertaining to find out who thought him a killer and who believed him. but his thrill isn't going to make it any easier on sam. being from woodsboro, to have parents who'd been in high school during the killings would always tie her to it. and billy'd been particularly close ( closer than he'd admitted out loud in years ). he remembers it, misses the thrill of it, and frankly finds himself frustrated by the amount of copycats since.

hell knows they didn't get it right.

❝ why not be? sometimes, when people are looking for a reaction, the best way to shut 'em up is to give them exactly what they think they want. ❞

he'd be the first to admit she'd been dealt a shitty hand — not because of him but because of the way her mother bounced the second she wanted to spend more time with him. billy hadn't had strong feelings one way or another about christina in high school. but the loathing he felt for her now — just another absent, judgmental fucking mother. there are times where he wonders if whatever was in him, whatever impulse that made the knife feel like home could pass on. dark eyes watching his daughter, he notices the shaking of her hands, sees the look in her eyes that for a moment reminded him of his own.

❝ what do they say, sam? ❞

he doesn't want the facade to eat away at her. he doesn't want her to end up a victim herself, even if it's just from the stares she's gotten or the judgmental voices.

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She wasn't blind, despite the darkness. She had witnessed his hand reaching all too clearly, perceiving it as a threat. The fear that once consumed her had now transformed into determination for self-preservation. " Monkey see, Monkey do. " Sid countered.

Repeatedly, she had placed her faith in others, only to have it boomerang on her like a venomous serpent. She had learned the hard way that trust could be a double-edged sword. The only person she could trust with complete certainty was herself. History had taught her that much.

Sidney back steps keeping her distance, keeping him further than arms distance from her. She's seen too much bloodshed and violence for two lifetimes, hell she even sees it in her damn sleep. Too many times her opponent had underestimated her will to survive. She doesn't want this to come down to that again. He hasn't exactly given her a reason to not trust him but he also hasn't given her a reason to.

" How about you let go of your weapon and I'll let go of mine? " She had seen the faint flicker of silver when that blade was secured from the barrel. " I told you I have enough troubles of my own. Trouble is, I can't trust you're not here looking for me. " Sidney admitted. Admittedly it would completely be out of the whole killer M.O. not to torment her with that damn mask and gown before the grand reveal. " If you're not here looking to kill me then we've got no problem. I'm just here trying to survive this fucked up world. "

"Now don't go doin that." Light-edged goggles focus on her unseen hand. Picturing the tension in her knuckles. Her intentions were murky, and, like uncertainties are, deemed dangerous.

Their instincts were not so dissimilar. Honed like the edge of a razor made sharp for survival, but too fine a margin to balance a thing like trust.

The dry lumber under their feet creaks urgently. He's explosively agile, despite his formidable bulk, and skulking within arm's distance as quick as a gust of wind. At the range where a knife is more effective than a gun. Quicker, deadlier, more accurate. All his portrayed ease is kill-count earned, but that doesn't make him eager to add to the tally. He doesn't want her to give him a reason to act on violent impulse.

"You don't got any trouble with me," he says slow, something assuring in his dead-dry manner. "Not unless I think you're gonna join in on their game by usin whatever heat you're packin on me. In that case..." His hands open in a subtle oh well. "We will have one helluva problem." Riddick stopped advancing, standing tall - a bit of a crook to his generous mouth inviting a challenge or opposition. "We won't have a problem, will we?"

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Jerry's intuition had never failed him before, and he could sense the internal struggle within Star. Her hesitant glances and her soft-spoken words were clear signs of her reluctance to fully embrace her true self. As he observed her, Jerry couldn't help but wonder what had led Star to this point, and if perhaps he could help her with that. For some it came easier than others, some were just unfortunate enough to retain too much of their humanity and this was clearly the case for Star. As he thought about it more, maybe it was that same lingering touch of humanity that drew him to her. Maybe he could help her find a clear middle where she lived her life without regret and yet still hang on to those bits of her humanity.

He wouldn't push but he was glad that she finally sliced through and crossed that line of them both knowing what the other truly was. " I was created hundreds of years ago near the Mediterranean Coast. It took some time to adjust but it also helped that I wasn't alone and had someone to teach me. It's never easy for a vampire to be turned and left to their own devices, which is what I'm assuming happened with you. " The night should be theirs a time for them to thrive, not a time to hide away and beat oneself up over the issue of living or dying.

" It's because you cling too hard to what you once were instead of embracing what you are now. " Jerry's lips curved into a smile but it wasn't because he was amused over the situation, it was because he wasn't exactly the same breed of vampire as Star. For him, it had been a lot easier to release any guilt when it came to his own survival. 

The touch of her lips on his knuckles was a silent declaration that he didn't pull away from. With his free hand, he clasped it over hers. It was a moment of vulnerability on her part and one he would not fault her for because she felt relaxed enough to share her story with him. Just as he had thought earlier this life wasn't exactly one she had chosen. Not everyone was lucky enough to have that choice.

" It indeed gets better with time. I'm over four hundred years old and if you ask me now if I regret becoming what I am, the answer would be no. " He spoke thoughtfully before adding... " If these things are what you want, I can help you with that. The first thing I would suggest is to look outside of the box. If the situation was reversed do you think any human would regret taking your life? Do humans regret the many animals they slaughter to feed their hunger? What we do to survive is no different than any human. "

Jerry stepped closer using his hand at her chin so their eyes connected. " We are the apex predators of the night. There is nothing we should fear or regret. If you want to start enjoying this life you have to follow your instincts and stop questioning if what you're doing is right or wrong. My suggestion to help break that habit is to linger on the strip and take out those who don't deserve the life that was given to them. Trust me, you'll get your fill and then some. Each kill will come easier than the last. "

Star remained close to Jerry as she walked alongside him. She couldn’t explain what it was about him, but despite only having just met, she already felt safe and secure with him. It was different from when she first met David. Back then, she was young, scared, and confused, with nowhere to turn. Now, she was older, wiser, and tired – more experienced, wearier. But when she looked at Jerry, and saw how handsome he was, and how dark his eyes were, she couldn’t help but want to be closer to him. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt this way about anyone.

When Jerry showed her the outer limits of Las Vegas, she had to restrain herself from reaching out and touching his wrist with her hand. Up close, he was a Roman statue come to live, too beautiful to be real. Though, it was his words that sent shivers down her spine, and she remembered why they came to this point in the first place.

Folding her arms across her chest, Star kept her focus on the lights ahead. “When was the first time you truly felt yourself enjoying this lifestyle?” she asked in a tender, curious voice. “I feel like no matter what I do, I can’t seem to find that within me.”

Her thoughts drifted to the summer of ’87, when she’d been a half-vampire with no real sense of direction, a false belief in home, and having secrets kept from her. She falsely believed she belonged, when in reality, she was just a plaything – a tool to be used. After running away, she had to learn everything by herself. Life as a vampire wasn’t fun and games like David led her to believe. He’d know the fun life, because he was probably told the truth at the very beginning. She hated him for keeping things from her.

Now turning to Jerry, Star took one of his hands, and clasped it with both of hers. His one hand was much larger than both of hers. It was strong and firm, but it didn’t stop her from bringing it to her lips, where she placed a kiss upon his knuckles. No more acting vague; time to drop the act because there was no point.

Eyes closed, Star murmured, “Please tell me that this life gets better? You asked why I came here? I am here as a last-ditch effort to save my immortal soul. I want to enjoy my undead life, but the way I was brought in, it was… I was tricked. I want to enjoy myself without having to just go through the motions, or even feel an ounce of guilt of the lives I’ve taken.”

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Sure, Faith had grown up in a dysfunctional household with an alcoholic mother who often neglected her responsibilities. But instead of succumbing to the same destructive path, Faith had found a way to rise above and break free from that cycle. She greatly admired that quality of Faith and wished she could find a way to do the same. A significant portion of her time was consumed by dwelling on the past, anxiously dreading the possibility of becoming like her mother. That's why she has a tendency to never get too close to anyone she dates.

" Yeah, what do they know anyway..." That was more of a declaration rather than a question. She had hardly any time to relax lately, wherever she went, there was always a camera thrust in her direction. They truly disregarded the emotional distress they were causing her to relive. The invasive interrogations insinuated that this recent murder was somehow linked to her mother's death, as they were both killed in a similarly gruesome manner. It seemed like as long as they obtained their grand story, they didn't care about the harm they inflicted on others in the process. It was disturbing, distasteful, and highly disrespectful to everyone that was affected.

" Why not get both? We got all night, right? " As Faith carried on with her duties, her gaze sweeping across the store. She did raise a valid argument regarding the films. " How about while you finish up here I'll look around and pick a few movies out? I know you like the Lost Boys and it does have a lot of hot guys in it. " Sid grinned. " Besides, I wouldn't exactly consider that to be a horror movie. At least not in my book. " It was more of a Horror/Comedy and she was okay with those.

" Don't worry about it, tonight on me. Once we get back to my place I can order us a few pizzas and Dad left more than enough beer in the fridge before he left for his business trip. By the time he gets back, he'll be too tired to even remember he had any left. " Her eyes landed on the eighties-era section. " Think of anything else we might need and we can stop on the way and pick it up. " From there Sid wiggled on over and sure enough the first movie she snagged was The Lost Boys.

"Nah, it's always the youth that's wrong. Callin' us counter-culture when their culture is practically Pilgrim crap," she said, snapping her gum loudly. Faith knew that one all too well. Problem child, acting out- and yet she's the one deemed a nuisance, not her alcoholic mother. But Sidney didn't need to hear all that- 'sides, Faith was always bitching about her upbringing, despite the fact that she was doing just fine for herself, thank you very much.

Still, she couldn't help but feel the needle spiking over to the red zone with the camera crews and lookie-loos pouring in over Woodsboro, acting like they suddenly could give a damn when they could get a story out of it. But people like her and Sid? They were living it day to day and no one was bothering to check in. People acted like everything was fine here, because they didn't want to find out it really wasn't.

"Comedy's good with me, but if I'm watching for cute guys, I'm thinkin' I like that Westley in Princess Bride," she added. Never mind she'd really rather be touching herself to Kiefer Sutherland in The Lost Boys. Faith scanned in a few other return tapes and then sucked her teeth as she discovered one that hadn't been rewound. "Ugh, what happened to 'be kind, rewind', dillweeds? I'm going to have to make a note on someone's file. And it's Citizen Kane? Sheesh, are you kidding me?"

She smiled up at Sidney and rolled her eyes playfully. "Okay, but what are we doing for food? Pizza's a necessity, right? I can probably sneak a few beers from my mom's place if you're into that -- she probably won't even remember she didn't drink them in the first place."

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Just a friendly reminder ...

I can NOT ... I WILL not do 1, 2, 3 liners. I'm happy for those of you who can pull that off but my brain doesn't work that way and I'm not going to force it to.

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✫ endless list of horror characters ✫

amanda young saw films

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SAW 3D dir. kevin greutert

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❛ you want me to shut him up for you? ❜ ( billy to sam )

Sam hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with conflicting thoughts. Billy, known for his rebellious nature and questionable associations, had always been a wildcard in their small town. But right now, Sam found herself desperate for a solution to the problem at hand. As she weighed her options, Samantha couldn't help but feel torn. On one hand, she understood that resorting to violence was never the answer. But on the other hand, the potential to silence the ex who had been hounding her for weeks was highly tempting.

Sam turned away from her father to face the counter. Her eyes landed on a rack that held various knives on display. She plucked one from its sleeve and ran her fingertips along its sharp edge before turning back to her father. " How about we both shut him up? " There was a darkness lingering in her eyes. She has had enough of his stalking and threats. It was time to take matters into her own hands and put an end to his torment once and for all. The thought of silencing him filled her with a mix of fear and empowerment, but she knew it was the only way to reclaim her peace of mind. She was ready to embrace the darkness that had consumed her life for so long. What better way to do it than with her father at her side?

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❛ i’m playing the villain, just like you wanted. ❜ ( billy to sidney)

Sidney stared back at Billy, her eyes filled with a mix of confusion and disbelief. The words echoed in her mind, replaying the countless conversations they had shared before everything went horribly wrong. How could he say that? How could he claim to be playing the villain she had never wanted? 

Billy's words hung heavy in the air, taunting Sidney's shattered trust. It was as if he was mocking their past connection, twisting it into something sinister and twisted. " Like I wanted? Billy someone was there last night and tried to kill me. You were the only person they found. Maybe you could be a little more understanding about that?  " She shot right back at him. It was clear that tensions were running high between them. The exchange of harsh words only intensified the already strained atmosphere. The air was thick with resentment, and it seemed that resolving their differences would require more than just a simple apology from either side.  

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Tiffany isn't sure how she feels about the ways he's looking at her. She can't help but wonder if his gaze holds a hidden agenda, a desire to uncover the secrets she so desperately tries to hide. It's as if he can see through the carefully constructed facade she presents to the world, leaving her feeling vulnerable and exposed. The uncertainty gnaws at her, making her question whether she can trust him or if he's just another person who will add to the layers of denial and lies she carries within herself.

She finds herself constantly on guard, analyzing his every word and gesture for any signs of deception. The fear of being betrayed again lingers in the back of her mind, reminding her of past heartbreaks. Yet, there is a part of her that longs to believe there is something more to him, to let go of the walls she has built and allow someone to truly see her. It's a delicate balance between self-preservation and the desire for genuine connection, leaving her torn between caution and the possibility of finding solace in the presence of someone who could truly understand her without judgment.

He had to know that her reaction alone was enough to show that she was accustomed to such horrors. It was almost like a turn-on for the blonde. She got so tired of the same old same old. Knives yada yada yada. What he had done went above and beyond spectacular in her mind's eye. Some would call her a monster, but if fighting for love made her a monster, she would embrace that title. Wasn't that why she had done all of the horrible things she had done? Or just maybe she was just the unlucky one who fell for the wrong person and he made her into the monster she had become?

Tiffany's eyes remain on him, captivated by the enigmatic aura that surrounds him. She finds herself drawn to his every move, unable to tear her gaze away. His presence fills the room, commanding attention and igniting a sense of curiosity within her. As she observes him, she can't help but wonder what lies behind those piercing eyes. There is an unspoken connection between them, an uncharted territory waiting to be explored. Tiffany's mind races with questions, yearning to unravel the mysteries that lie within this intriguing individual. Even his touch upon her ankle is gentle despite the brutality that lay on the floor behind him. Everything about him intrigues her. Does she take a chance and trust him or does she find her own way out? Deep down she can't force herself to want to part ways with him just yet. Tossing her feathered boa to the floor and kicking off her heels she turns back to him. " Lead the way, I'll be right beside you. " She announced just in time to hear a few gunshots popping off in the distance.

tiffany seems to have all the focus in the world now. dark eyes holding their fix on her as though he's reading some secret locked deep within her mind or soul. maybe it's somewhere in between. where the darkest secrets are hidden. partly from yourself. partly from the world around you. those secrets that no one likes to admit are there. the ones where you look in the mirror and purposefully blur your vision not to see. and, certainly, know and hope that no one else in the world sees covered up in so much denial and lies inside of yourself.

does he see that monster in her? the one that he's so keenly tuned into within himself for the sheer purpose of revenge and making so many deep wrongs made right? the ones that keep dragging him back just when he thought he could rest to fix because the darkness goes deeper and deeper and darker and darker than any of them ever really knew. their foolish hope that the first night was the last was so misplaced. but, it gave him that rest almost like a reward. one that he'd become a prisoner to. one that he would do anything to have a taste of. small as it might be. and that's what he does. fights for crumbs, for the taste of her on his lips once more. time and time again.

eric's unsure of how much monster and how much reluctant dead vigilante hero he is. because he's not ever regretted a single soul he's sent to the pitiful end it's received by his hands. his head turns towards the side but not enough that he can glimpse the mess of blood and limbs behind himself that she insinuates is his doing. only that he recognizes what she's asking. because, obviously, he's been waiting for him to come clattering on down.

"i like to think of it more of his own doing," his voice is deep. like whiskey over gravel. "he wouldn't be here if he didn't bring this down upon himself.." a well known face lays there. frozen in the terror the man felt as the blades sank into his skin. a higher ranking member of the dregs of society brining the newest round of pain on the city. human traffickers branched out by the original gang of sick fucks that he once hunted down one by one. brows move up. his head cocks to the side as his fingers curl around her ankle and gently ease her down into a standing position. "you say so? i think it's best that i show you out of here before those sirens get closer.. so far? they've yet to appreciate these sorts of messes." one thing never changes. aside from a few? the police really do hate their paperwork.

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Without uttering a word, Sidney's gaze bore into his with an intensity that spoke volumes. She wanted him to comprehend the depths she would go to protect herself if it came down to that. The pain and betrayal she had endured had taught her that no one would be able to help her except herself. She refused to be a victim any longer, ready to fight tooth and nail for her own survival.

The creak from the crate has her eyes diverting to his hand. She's learned to never take her eyes away from the target. She had been deceived before, caught off guard by the unexpected. But not this time.

The scars on her body were a constant reminder of the battles she had fought and the strength she had gained. 

" Fucked up, yeah you got that right. " Sidney mused thinking about her own situation. But at least she could say she hadn't been placed in shackles and chains. " Whatever game you're playing I don't want any part of it. I've enough trouble of my own. If you want to play cat and mouse with your buddies out there that's all on you. " Her own hand had disappeared into the pocket of her jacket, just in case.

She doesn't scream for help. Could be a good sign for Riddick. Only, he's never relied on luck. His instinct bristles.

The headlights fade out of sight. The quiet that followed doesn't last.

He turned toward her and her questions, face as blank as his black goggles. Maybe she sensed he was wavering, probing one more time like that. Although he hadn't been forthright, he wanted her to know exactly who she was dealing with.

Riddick leaned back, a crate creaking under the weight of his palms.

"Me? I'm just stuck in a fucked up version of hide and go seek," his low, glib tongue heavy in irony. "Guys who're lookin' for me are real competitive." Stretching out his fingers atop a handle of a blade, hidden atop the crate. "You wouldn't ruin the game by tellin' anyone what you saw. Would you?"

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She prodded her elbow on the counter, rolling her eyes. " Well, Faith, you know how some people can be. Always looking for someone or something to blame for society's problems. You know what's funny? They never seem to take responsibility for their own actions. It's always easier for them to point fingers and blame others. It was downright irritating. " Sidney sighed and shook her head. " In other words, it's a classic case of passing the buck. It's like they never learned how to take responsibility for their decisions. "

Despite her best efforts, the constant media presence was taking its toll on her. Memories of her mother's tragic death resurfaced, reopening old wounds that she had worked so hard to heal. The uproar in Woodsboro only served as a painful reminder of the past, making it increasingly difficult for her to maintain her composure at times. She found solace in the support of her close friends, who stood by her side through it all. Faith is one of those friends. Sid almost felt a sort of sisterhood with Faith because she knew more than anyone what it was like not to have a mother around. But this wasn't the time for her to dwell on the past or what happened a few days ago.

" I say screw the horror flicks. How about some comedy? " She pursed her lips together in thought. " Maybe Weekend At Burnie's or something like that? You know Andrew McCarthy is kinda cute. "

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Faith leaned across the video store counter, chewing her gum loudly. "Ugh, Sid. You wouldn't believe how many Puritan freaks have come in here today asking what sorts 'indoctrinating films' we're offering to 'impressionable youths', whatever that crap means." She used finger quotes to emphasize the offending phrases, rolling her eyes. "As if The Breakfast Club's debut made a whole generation of teenagers want to get Saturday detention."

Thankfully Randy handled those people, mostly. She was handling inventory and counting down the minutes 'til her shift was over so she and Sidney could get going. They were going to have a sleepover and watch flicks and- Faith's personal favorite- eat popcorn with M&Ms mixed in so they got all melty and warm. That one girl's murder kind of spooked Woodsboro, and for good reason- but it really wasn't something either of the girls should dwell on for too long. Strength in numbers, and all that, plus the media circus couldn't have been easy on Sidney.

"But hey, you don't need to hear about that crap. You got something picked out for the movie night? I'll rent out the tapes when I punch my card."

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costas mandylor as MARK HOFFMAN in saw v

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Finally got the new Saw muses added. Mark, Amanda, and Jill all three made the cut. You're welcome to like this post if you want to plot a little something something with one of them.

I should be getting back to replies on this blog in the next day or so. I've been trying to get caught up on my other 2 blogs which are very active. I only have a few replies left on each of those blogs and then I'll be here !

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I should be in bed but my brain just won't shut off today. Figured I would give a little heads up that after watching my SAW re-watch I did in fact decide to add two maybe three muses here.

Amanda Young - Yes Mark Hoffman - Yes Jill Tuck - Debating

It's going to be a few weeks before they settle in here. I want to be caught up on replies along my blogs before I dive into making them icons. So in the near future, you can expect to see them popping up!