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moth2flamewriting · 3 months ago

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Jealousy

This will be a series of one shots. First time so bare with me. AHHHHH IM NERVOUS!! 😁

Annie x Smoke

Warning: Sexual content. Dirty talk. Unprotected sex.

ENJOY.

"Smoke you fucking me like a dog," Annie managed to muster enough strength to say.

"I have to remind you who you belong to, cause you must've forgot", he grunted out through quick but precise strokes.

As her eyes rolled back in her head she knew she'd asked for this. She wanted this. Her plan worked.

Earlier that day..

"FUCK YOU SMOKE! YOU COME BACK HERE AFTER 7 YEARS? DOING WHO KNOWS THE FUCK WHAT IN CHICAGO AND THINK WHAT? I'm gon' open my legs to you cause you love and miss me?" Annie raged.

He didn't know what to say.. he wasn't expecting full out rejection. He was always her weakness the same way she was his.

"I shouldn't have expected that from you, I just needed to have you but I see you not gon' make this easy on me", he sighs. "Can you just come to the juke tonight? Fry up some fish fo' me? I'll pay you real good?"

"Your money means nothing to me," she spat.

"Annie, I'm begging you. Its real potential and longevity for this juke, and I need your help." She wanted to stand firm in how she felt, which is simply fuck Elijah "Smoke" Moore, but she wanted to help. Reluctantly she agreed.

"Don't you try no funny shit with me Smoke, I don't want to fuck you and I don't want to be with you". She spoke those words but she lied them.

She longed for him. Her pussy was hungry for him. She felt him as soon as he arrived in the Delta. But she gotta stay strong. You don't get to leave and come back in and out as you please.

Many nights she longed for the touch of her husband. His hands caressing her soft, plump titties. His tongue lapping up her juices as they ran out of her. His dick pumping in and out of her, so deep she couldn't see. BUT IT HAD TO BE FUCK HIM.

Arriving at the Juke..

Greeted by Stack as soon as she arrived, it was always good to see him. Always been a brother to her and looked out for her.

"Annie, you looked more beautiful than the last time I saw you," Stack says through a huge grin. They hug and she goes into the juke to begin prepping for the night.

She can feel him watching her. His eyes burning holes into her.

"Smoke, what'chu with me? I'm doing what you asked? What else you-" she rants but he cuts her off.

"I want you. I want my wife. I want you to act like you know who you belong to. You're mine and if you think I won't have you, you got another thing coming", he snarls at her.

Anger. Rage. AUDACITY? This nigga gon feel me.

"I'm yours? I belong to you? Nigga, I'm not one of them bitches from Chicago! I don't belong to you. You think i didn't move on?" She didn't. "You don't think I got fucked? You don't think these men out here know what they got the first time? You not the only motherfucker on this Earth that wants me", she had him right where she wanted. Seething. Jealous. Raging.

"You gon regret giving my shit up", hehissed and walked out

Sweat dripped down Annie's forehead. She didn't know how far she could push him until he snapped. But she wanted more from him. She wanted him angry. She wanted him to feel it. She wanted him. She wanted him to take it. She wanted him.. jealous. And she knew just how to get it.

Opening Night..

It was hot in this motherfucker. People were dancing and drinking and eating. Having a good time.

He was still watching her no doubt. She was walking around the room trying to catch her breath from the cooking. She found a nice spot to sit next to a cracked window letting in cool air.

In walked a man she knew wanted her all too well, Joshua Macon. He glanced around the room until his eyes fell on her. But no doubt Smoke was watching too.

He walked up to her as said, "Annie, you're look especially delicious tonight, may this be the night you give me a chance?"

Perfect. He did exactly what she needed. No notes.

"I don't know about a chance but how about a dance?" she cooed.

Hand out he led her to the dance floor.

Smoke still watching. Hot. Steam coming out of his ears. PERFECT. Now it was time to turn up the heat.

Joshua was so polite, hands around her waste but that wasn't enough.

Annie turns putting her ass on his crotch directly. Grinding hard. Sliding her body up and down against his.

His hands are roaming now, passing over her breast. Pulling her close so that she can feel his dick hard.

It does nothing for her. She knows who she wants and he was making his way over to her right now.

"I'm gon' give you a fair chance to get your hands off my woman," he barked.

Joshua was not moved. "HA! NIGGA YOU AINT GON DO SHIT," he continues to rub Annie all over.

She's getting hot in the best way seeing Elijah angry. She silences a moan when he pulls a gun on Joshua. He's just so sexy when he's angry. I know he's at his wit's end. Exactly where she wanted him.

"So what? You gon shoot em? Just like you to come over here thinking you run something" she smirks egging him on, begging him to do something.

POP. Shoots him right in his leg.

"Cornbread come get this nigga out the muhfuckin' spot." He's in charge and she knows what's coming.

He grabs her arms pulling her into the nearest closet. Both panting and glaring at eachother. So much tension that needs to be released. So much anger. Some much sadness. But even more jealousy.

"I got half the mind to go back and kill that nigga cause you wanna be playing mind games," he seethed. "Fuck do you think this is? Fuck do you think I am?" He's gave her no room to respond. "You think I won't kill ever nigga that talks to you? You think I want beat the fuck outta any and everybody? Cmon baby, you know me better.. so what the fuck you boutta do?"

"Elijah let me out this room right the fuck now, I don't have time for this I have to see if Joshua is okay.. being as though you just shot him" she says with no urgency or even care in her voice. She's excited. Because she knows that was his last straw.

Smoke grabs her by her neck and pulls her close. Hovering his mouth over hers before he sticks his tongue in her mouth nice and slow. "You're mine," he barks. She smirks, "I am not."

He turns her around, pressing her body up against the nearest wall. Hurriedly he gathers her skirt so he can get under it. He waves his fingers over hers mouth. She knows what he wants. She opens her mouth slow as he inserts two girthy fingers into it. Swirling her tongue around them as he gags her to create more spit.

She's dizzy. Her pussy is a river and she can't wait til he puts his fingers in her.

"You're such a good girl for me baby, I'm gon' slip my fingers in you and feel that pussy stretch for me.. I just have a few questions and if you can't answer than I'll stop" he breathes in her ear.

He's digging inside her like he lost something. She's dripping down his hand trying her best to contain her moans.

"Who's pussy is this?"

"Yours daddy."

"Did you fuck anyone while I was gone? You gave my pussy up?"

"No daddy, I would never."

His fingers are so deep she's seeing stars. She fucking back to create more friction. She needs to finish.

"You wanna cum baby? Then do it. Let me feel you finish all over my fingers the way I like it."

"Elijah.. I.. Ughn" she barely can get a word out.

"Elijah, you making my pussy cum so hard I can't take it nomore," he's pumping his fingers in and out of her at lightening speed. "This aint even half of what Im finna do to you."

"I'm cumming! Oh my god it's so good, thank you oh my godd yessss." She's panting and writhing all over the fingers he has yet to pull out of her gushy, wet pussy.

He backs away from her and all she can hear is the clinking of his belt coming undone. She scared to turn around and see the monster coming out of his pants.

A girthy, long, black dick. Her mouth was watering. She wanted it in her mouth. But he knew that.

He grabbed her by her hair forcing her onto her knees. His dick swinging back and forth before her lips.

"Open that fucking mouth." Her mouth dropped open. Sucking his dick felt so good. Lapping her tongue around the head and taking it as far into her mouth as she could.

"Oh fuck Annie, you sucking my dick so good" he grunts out. He's pumping into her mouth so fast, dick hitting the back of her throat.

She puts two fingers into her panties and pleasures her self spreading the wetness on her clit. Moaning around his dick as she makes herself leak down her legs.

"On your back." FINALLY EXACTLY WHAT SHE'S BEEN WAITING FOR.

On her back, she spreads her legs so that he has a full view of her pussy. Glistening under the dim light. All for him.

He teases her entrance. Rubbing the head of his dick back and forth on her pussy. Teasing her.

Annie squirms under him, trying to inch closer to get the head in at least.

He enters her in one swift move and waits for her to adjust to him.

"Oh my god baby you stretching me out again, my pussy is so tight please," Annies cries out.

"Fuck, you gon make me fill this pussy up. You feel so good." Smoke moans trying to control himself inside her. She was so tight she was squeezing the nut out of him.

A couple seconds go by and he finally starts to move. Moans fill the space between them as they are finally back one. He's fucking her so good. Sucking on her nipples and neck. She's getting fucked so good she can't even think.

Her pussy is squirting with every thrust.

"Oooo shit this dick is so good, please keep fucking me Smoke, dont ever stop fucking me Smoke," she's crying now. The dick is bringing her to tears.

She's egging him on. He starts pounding into her so hard, her juices are running down both of their legs.

"Smoke you fucking me like a dog," Annie managed to muster enough strength to say.

"I have to remind you who you belong to, cause you must've forgot", he grunted out through quick but precise strokes.

As her eyes rolled back in her head she knew she'd asked for this. She wanted this. Her plan worked.

"Daddy please cum in me, give me another baby.. Make me yours," it stung but she meant it. She wanted his seed. She wanted to bare his children.

"Keep fucking talking like that, I'll give it all to you baby. I'm so sorry, please forgive me," he slips his tongue in her mouth as he pumps in and out of her. Deep in her. Looking for release.

"Elijah, I'm about to cum on this dick. Make me cum," she squealed.

Her words were getting him close. He thrusted faster, holding on to her neck to keep him steady as he fucked the life out of her. 3 strokes and he emptied his seed inside of her. Filling her up to the brim, he watched his cum leak out of her pussy.

"I lied earlier," she says through pants.

"I want you. Seven years and I never even looked another mans way, cause I belong to you. I love you. I miss you."

Brown eyes starting back at her, "Annie, youre my stars and moon. It hurts to come back here. But I'm back for good. I love ya, and I missed ya. Please have me back."

Her intentions were to always have him back. She just wanted him...

jealous.

I hope you enjoyed this fanfic. My first one so be kind but I would love feedback! ❤️

#annie x smoke #sinners #smoke moore #annie #sinners 2025 #fanfic #fandom #black woman appreciation

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positivexcellence · 3 months ago

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Jensen Ackles Gets Us Fired Up for His New Prime Series Countdown

AMAZON'S PRIME VIDEO is in the Jensen Ackles business—and if you've seen his performances on the Prime Video hit The Boys and its spinoff Gen V, you know you'd want this man in your corner too. Not only is he starring in an upcoming The Boys prequel, Vought Rising, but today, Prime Video is announcing Countdown, a 13-episode crime thriller that will premiere worldwide with three episodes on Wednesday, June 25. As part of the exclusive announcement with Men's Health, the streamer also offered up a first look at the series.

Ackles stars as Mark Meachum, an LAPD detective recruited into a secret task force consisting of undercover agents from across various branches of United States law enforcement. They've been assembled to investigate the mysterious case of an officer with the Department of Homeland Security who was murdered in broad daylight without any suspects or leads at the scene. As they hunt for the killer, they begin to unravel a larger and larger plot that could end with not only one dead victim—but millions of them.

The show was created by showrunner and executive producer Derek Haas, who wrote the screenplays for movies like 2 Fast 2 Furious and 3:10 to Yuma, and who brought us the NBC mainstays Chicago Fire, Chicago P.D., and Chicago Med. So at its helm is a writer who knows high octane thrillers—with a healthy dose of levity to balance things out. "I grew up loving action movies like Die Hard, Lethal Weapon, Rush Hour, and Beverly Hills Cop, so those wild character-based, set piece-based action thrillers are always in the back of my mind," Haas says. "I like it when the heroes have a bounce in their step and love their jobs, versus the depressed, I’m-haunted-by-what-I’ve-seen type of characters."

But that doesn't mean Haas doesn't flirt with the dark side of his story either. Viewers, he says, can come for a "crime story with huge stakes, but stay for the drama and the romance and the humor and the twists and all the emotional turns with the characters." But, he adds, "I think they will be surprised by how involved they become with not only our protagonists’ lives, but also the villain’s. When they get to episode 10 of 13, they'll see something they haven’t seen in this genre before. No spoilers!"

Ackles has been acting in TV for almost 28 years, so stunt work, fight prep, and immersing himself in the highly technical aspects of the world his character inhabits is all old hat. But that doesn't mean he's not in the gym prepping as if it's the first time.

"I like to make sure I’m in shape for the long hours and stunt work," Ackles says. "I did do some brush-up on my firearms training; In fact, we went to a training facility in California where Keanu Reeves does his gun training for John Wick." To him, that didn't pose the biggest challenge. Instead, it was getting used the acronym-heavy lingo of law enforcement.

"The police jargon, talking in acronyms, was not something I'm overly used to. We had consultants to help with that," he says. "Most of my questions were about what the acronyms mean and familiarizing myself with the terminology–rather than how to bust down a door."

Ackles describes the series as one with a big, cinematic scope. "The camerawork is mostly handheld which gives the show a lot of energy," he says, "It’s high energy, high stakes, and there’s a lot of momentum that pushes each episode." But he and Haas both point to the chemistry between the characters as the biggest draw.

The show boasts an ensemble that Haas calls "an embarrassment of riches"—one that includes Eric Dane, who immediately became a steady hand and guiding force on set. "We formed a brotherly bond quickly and it was so great to have someone who’s a veteran in series television to connect with," Ackles says. "He was like a North Star for the entire cast." Haas adds: "Eric is a natural, dynamic, thoughtful team leader."

As for Ackles, he's exactly the kind of protagonist Haas has always been drawn to.

"Jensen has that innate natural joy and love for what he does that not only translates perfectly to the character he plays, but elevates everyone around him, myself included," Haas says. "He is genuinely, enormously funny and I would ruin takes by laughing out loud from the monitors 30 feet away. Our sound men Ron and Kevin would gesture at me like Cool it! and I’d just shrug. What am I gonna do?"

If Haas found himself charmed by Ackles, he is far and away not the only one. After his 15-year run on the cult show Supernatural, he's amassed a huge and loyal built-in viewership. What will they find when they tune in?

"There’s plenty of action and adventure but there’s also humor and a lot of heart in the show, especially in the way the characters relate to each other," Ackles says. "Which feels like it aligns with a lot of the things I’ve done before. For example, with Supernatural, yes we were dealing with demons and ghosts, but the heart of the show was the brother’s relationship, that they would die for each other, or for the greater good. I think there’s a similar theme here. These are outcast officers that don’t necessarily find comfort with their unit, they’re renegade mavericks in their departments, and they see themselves within each other. I think the fans will react to that."

#countdown #jensen ackles #derek haas

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wardensantoineandevka · 3 months ago

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I don't know why a handful of people on Twitter (and one or two people on here too) are acting like the PC options for the Chicago live show is some conspiracy against Bells Hells or trying to lock the Hells out of the show or similar

the fact that it's 4 Vox (Grog, Keyleth, Pike, Vex), 5 Nein (Caleb, Beau, Jester, Kingsley, Veth), 5 Hells (Ashton, Chetney, Braius, Fearne, Orym) makes me feel like they realized prepping three characters each is a lot of work and a lot of possible combinations or balance for, so they wrote the party names on five slips of paper each and had everyone pick out of a hat to determine who had what and ensure that the distribution was even — or something of a similar nature

like, I don't actually know how it got chosen, but the 4, 5, 5 feels like that was the methodology, not like conspiracy against C3

#Critical Role things

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dyslexicandakeyboard · 27 days ago

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BatCat cooking/food headcanons

Bruce meal-preps for Selina. He bought her all the cute but practical glass containers. He makes her protein overnight oats with Chia seeds and too many fancy nuts. He makes her soups (tomato, chicken noodle, cheese and broccoli) and freezes them for her.

Selina makes homemade pasta every week. It's a tradition for her, she particularly likes to make ravioli. Sometimes, she'll health-ify the pasta dough at Bruce's request so he'll feel better for having a carb-based meal outside of his cheat day.

Selina knows all the good food spots. Not just in Gotham, she knows them Keystone City, Paris, Chicago and Rome. She takes Bruce to all of them when they meet up in different cities.

Bruce will always pay when they go out (He likes to treat her). Selina will always acted annoyed when he does (She doesn't mind).

Selina introduced Bruce to packed ramen and cup noodles. Alfred always warned Bruce on the dangers of sodium and processed foods so he never touched them.

Selina has a high spice tolerance compared to Bruce.

Bruce makes the best cheesecake while Selina makes the best snickerdoodles.

#batcat #bruce wayne #selina kyle #batman #catwoman #headcanons

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rei-ismyname · 7 months ago

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Exceptional X-Men #4 REVIEW

I've been singing the praises of Eve L Ewing and Carmen Carnero's Exceptional X-Men, so let's see what they manage to do now that the premise is established and they've got 5 main characters we're invested in. A benefit of establishing your characters early is that you get to focus on introducing plot elements, special guests, and complications - like serialised storytelling does. Uncanny is a good example of how a lack of focus early on weakens everything you try to do. It's hard to care about The Outliers or Nightcrawler when they feel like wallpaper, and now they're running around an event without knowing who they are. The stakes lay primarily with Rogue. Trista/Bronze is a fantastic example of this done right, and as you'll see we can explore plot developments that wouldn't make sense elsewhere. Spoilers ahoy, caveat emptor.

Trista gets a lot of focus which works because we know who she is and what she wants.

Due to Kate pushing back against taking these kids somewhere isolated for training, we get to see them try to live normal lives. Trista has friends outside the tiny mutant peer group, a crush, and an interest in theatre. She declared last issue that her goal is to not hurt anyone, and she's struggling with what people tell her to be and what she wants. She's a sweet kid, and I'd say there's a racial component to this dichotomy - how black kids are perceived and how they need to act to get by in a white supremacist world. That's outside my experience but I'm invested in how Trista deals navigates the issue. After all, being strong, kind, gentle and lovely aren't mutually exclusive

I hesitate to compare to Uncanny again, but they both have high school scenes and the difference is stark. Westinghouse College Prep is a real life school in Chicago (that Biggie, Jay Z, Busta Rhymes and DMX all went to) and it is ranked pretty highly nationally. According to its website it has 98% minority enrollment. Importantly, it feels like a real school in 2024 with real people attending it, and not just because it actually is one IRL. There's no need to reach for played out generic high school tropes when the characters feel like real people with real problems already - verisimilitude.

After a smash cut to Trista with a sentinel looming over her, we learn that Emma does a pretty damn good Danger Room analogue. Trista seems determined and in control at first, using her different powers in concert effectively. She does manage to Empire Strikes Back trip the Sentinel up, but wigs out when it falls on top of her, understandably. Emma calls it, and we see more proof of why she's considered good at training young mutants.

Bobby's entrance at the end of last issue felt like a cliffhanger by virtue of being on the final page, but I'm glad his presence doesn't derail the plot entirely. It's implied that some time has passed, maybe a week - enough time for Bobby and Trista to get to know each other and enough time for Bobby to feel Kitty is avoiding him. Trista picks up on his odd behaviour and asks Emma about psychic ethics, heh. Her answer is funny and sardonic while still getting the point across. Emma and Trista having one on one time tells us a lot about Emma's sincerity and the trust she's earned through good works.

The subtext of Trista's distraction is made text - she's preoccupied with the audition, her crush, and the fear of exposure/social rejection. While we know this already, or could guess, it's effective to have newer characters tell their story. What they say is as important as what they don't say or how they say it. She responds well to being listened to and positive reinforcement, accepting the reframing of the audition as an opportunity.

Bobby is definitely up to something and acting weird. His persona feels performative. He's explicitly faking bathroom usage to text privately, and while his texting is worded vaguely enough to not give much away, it does seem sinister. At minimum he is lying about why he's there. Kitty picks up on the same weirdness Trista did and she's really not having it. He doesn't have the vibes of a friend seeking or offering support, though Kitty isn't interested in either and tells him to leave. Idk if Bobby even has a home right now - he was living in Antarctica because ORCHIS poisoned him and he couldn't hold a solid form for long. He was back with Romeo last time we saw him but also didn't have a physical body. I can't blame the creators for not explaining that, I have to assume they're under the same editorial direction everyone else is.

Trista's warmup scene has excellent layout, with the other kids' faces in circles next to their supportive texts. It's a clever way of showing their faces in an issue they're mostly absent from, and it's a solid method of variety in an issue with more texting than most. Showtime!

Trista meekly introduces herself to the casting guy/director and he suggests that the lead might not be right for her. He's polite, though she's about to disagree when her mutant life and school life clash in an unexpected way. One of those yellow beasts from X-Force appears from a portal and grabs her crush. You don't need to have been reading X-Force, it's a big monster (that were confirmed to be appearing globally in that book) and it's here. Trista rallies and uses her training to bronze up and get her head in the game.

It's a dangerous situation but has a simple solution suited to Trista's skillset. She grabs it with her tentacle things, ties it up and yeets it through the portal. Her overcoming it with pure force or martial skill would be a bit silly, but by linking her training and the progress she's made with Emma to a simple solution, it feels like an appropriate and believable triumph. Strong yet gentle. Neutralizing the beast and protecting herself and others without using overwhelming violence. It's a very effective character beat and the support/adulation from the theatre people is earned. She nailed the audition, and gets offered her choice of parts, though interestingly she turns it down in favour of her training. The theatre folks show solidarity and swear to keep her mutanthood a secret.

Trista shows up to training and seems more confident, her posture showing strength and positivity. It looks like Bronze, Axo and Melee are all benefiting and even Kate manages a smile. Then she overhears Bobby on the phone while grabbing some equipment. It's not a good look.

What Bobby is saying is so weird that she's not even sure it's him. Kate phases her hand next to his heart and straight up threatens him. He explains that everyone is worried about her and she says she's choosing this life. He tries to bring up ORCHIS and she shuts it down, saying out loud that she killed people. A little too loud, it turns out.

The kids overhear and are horrified, understandably. They're really young and don't have the kind of life experiences that come with being an X-Man - of course they are! Tom Brevoort has made a lot of noise about the X-Men killing people in Fall of X, an argument that has ignored the nuance of being at war with genocidal fascists. The issue hasn't made it to the page in a meaningful way until now, and I couldn't be more impressed. Rooting the issue in Kate's trauma and shame - as something that terrifies the students she's trying to help and likely damaging the trust she's built - approaches it on a believable character level.

This is a big part of what caused Kate to hang up her Spandex and it's something she's going to have to reckon with. Add the kids' emotional and ethical reaction and you've got a fantastic cliffhanger with the promise of explosive drama.

Kate grabs Bobby's phone and it's Rogue on the other end. She doesn't look like she's at Haven or in uniform, so who knows what's going on there? They're clearly ahead of Raid on Graymalkin as Iceman is in league with them, as if that book needs more characters. Kate doesn't care and hangs up on her. I wasn't going to compare to Uncanny a third time, but if the two are crossing over it invites comparison. Kurt's glib comment about thinking he was a murderer felt trite and silly, next to the dramatic execution of Shadowkat's actions being confronted it looks downright amateur. Kate is clearly having a PTSD flashback or intrusive thought during this conversation - whereas it wouldn't work for Bobby or Emma to announce that she has PTSD, for example.

I do enough shitting on Uncanny's writing in my reviews of that book, my point is how well similar beats are executed in this book. Eve L Ewing and Carmen Carnero's Exceptional X-Men is aptly named and frankly, if you're not reading it you're missing out. We know all these characters well enough that we care about their reaction to this revelation. Kate looks like she's about to break down, and Bronze and Axo's body language is heartbreaking. Emma knows shit is about to hit the fan and she's surely aware she killed people in Fall of X too. That's how you do a cliffhanger. Issue #4 managed to do a Trista focus issue, some slice of life, excellent character work, and lit a fuse to explode next issue all in 20 pages.

Exceptional X-Men is fantastic and you should be reading it.

#x comics #x men #exceptional x men #kitty pryde #emma frost #white queen #axo #bronze #trista marshall #melee #bobby drake #iceman #rogue xmen #eve l. ewing #carmen carnero #marvel #comics #from the ashes

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proceduralpassion · 2 months ago

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constellations in chicago | chapter one

Author's Note: Welp here it is! My first Kevin Atwater series (def not my last, I'm already plotting another series lmao)! Excited to finally share and I hope y'all enjoy!

Synopsis: Kevin Atwater and Kennedy Evans are inseparable as teenagers. Best friends, lovers, soulmates. The whole world lies at their fingertips as they strive to reach their dreams together. However, life happens. Things change. Circumstances both within and out of their control collide and soon enough, the paths they find themselves on drive them away from each other. A dual timeline narrative on who they are in the past and who they come to be. Maybe this is a love story. Maybe not.

CW: language (if I ever miss a CW, please lmk!)

WC: 4k

2003

Kennedy clutches her chest with a gasp. Kevin snickers and avoids a hit to the shoulder.

“You always do that,” she groans. The shrill sound of her locker slamming never fails to raise her blood pressure. Like clockwork, her best friend, now boyfriend?, would always amble over right when she was finished grabbing things out of her locker and slap the screechy metal door closed. It didn’t matter how many times he did it, it always left her heart racing out of her chest.

She’s wearing her black leotard and leggings, all prepped for dance rehearsal and Kevin can’t help but glance admiringly at her figure. Kennedy catches the look and smirks despite herself.

“Stop,” she admonishes, “I have practice in fifteen minutes.”

Kevin shrugs, “You want a drive?”

Now that they’re sixteen, he drives his mom’s car to school after dropping her and his younger brother off to work and daycare. He’s just found out his mom is pregnant and his dad has barely been present due to taking on yet another job to support the family. Taking the car means he gets to cart himself back and forth to school and his part-time job without worrying his mom or interrupting her day.

Nevertheless, he also doesn’t hesitate to use the Oldsmobile as a make out spot and personal chauffeur services for Kennedy. The dance studio area is on the opposite side of the school campus, but gives them a few extra minutes together during the day.

Kennedy doesn’t bother with a reply, merely walking ahead of him towards the exit doors.

“Damn, you getting spoiled,” Kevin jokes.

She pokes him as he reaches her and they begin walking step to step, “You act like you were gonna decline me. First off, you NEVER do. And second, you’d be a complete shit head to ask if I want a drive and then just not give me one.”

“Just for that, one of these days, I AM gonna do that.”

“Mmm hmm,” Kennedy doesn’t even reply, knowing that hell would freeze over before Kevin Atwater would deny her anything.

They head over to the student parking lot for the short trek over to the studio. Kennedy’s become more focused than ever now that they’re in the thick of their junior year. It takes a year to apply to some performing arts programs in Chicago and she wants to have a head start in making a name for herself as scouts start attending recitals and showcases.

“What are you doing after you leave here?” Kennedy asks. She settles into the passenger seat and hands him a fun size packet of Skittles from her book bag.

“Work… As per usual,” his tone is tired but he doesn’t let her pull her hand away before kissing it in appreciation for the candy.

There’s an idiot freshman who runs across the street to head into the open field that leads out onto the main road and without hesitation, Kevin holds his arm out to brace Kennedy as he stomps on the brake.

Kennedy curses and reaches over to blow on the horn, yelling “Dumb ass!” out the open window.

Kevin snickers.

“You don’t have to arrest them, but when you become a cop, I hope you go out of your way to scare the shit out of inconsiderate ass fuckers who jay walk themselves into nearly becoming roadkill.”

“So just fuck the drug dealers on every damn block of the hood, huh? Go straight after the cross walk violators?” He jokes.

Kennedy chortles, “I said you didn’t have to arrest them!”

They’re at the studio in no time. The walk would’ve tacked on an extra ten minutes or so for her, not to mention burned precious calories when she’d already be burning plenty during practice. She takes her hair out her bun because she loves the sensation of her coils and curls hitting her face as she pirouettes and fouettes. Kevin watches her pull the simple black scrunchie on her wrist and he slaps it against her skin for good measure. The admonishing slap of the hand she gives promptly after is just as routine.

Now that she’s gathered her bag and arranged herself for rehearsal, she doesn’t want to get out. Her seatbelt is off but she’s still sitting comfortably.

“You getting out?”

“Shut up!” she yells with a smile. “What time do you get off?”

“6:30. You tryna kick it?” He works at the local diner and the lady that runs it is nice enough to let him create his own schedule that works around and helping out his family.

“Hell yeah. It’s Friday.”

“Like you don’t be out on these streets every day of the week.”

“Shoot me for being a social butterfly, damn!”

Plus, anything’s better than home for Kennedy. The constant criticism from her stepmother. The constant absence of her father. The leering eyes of her uncle who mooches off his brother by taking up residence in the basement.

She’s at Kevin’s house more than her own, which has been the case ever since they met freshman year. The deal after her parents’ divorce was that after middle school with her mom, she’d transfer to the Cook County school system and spend high school with her dad. The adjustment living under her dad’s roof was none too pleasant and the two plus years since haven’t fared much better. She’s not a social butterfly because she can’t turn down a party. It’s because being anywhere but home was a better alternative.

When she finally confided in Kevin of all of the ways her family life is a nightmare, he started inviting over to dinner at his house. From there, a friendship evolved into something deeper.

“Aight, so what’s the move after practice?”

He shrugs with a mischievous smile on his face, “We’ll see.”

He leans in for a kiss but she mushes his head out of the way before getting out of the car. She hears his boisterous laugh as she walks all the way towards the driver’s window and smacks their lips together.

“See ya later, fool!”

Kev gets to work at Malone’s Diner and spends the next three and a half hours serving customers and cleaning tables. He got the job over the summer to help start buying his own clothes and school supplies for the year. It seemed to eliminate some stress from his mom and it didn’t hurt that he could bring home dinner once or twice a week to keep her out of the kitchen. She was only just now starting to show but her anxiety has been on ten even before she sat down and told Kevin he was going to be a big brother again. It didn’t help that his father was gone more often than not, taking on a slew of random jobs to help contribute to the household.

Before he gets ready to leave, he texts Kennedy.

You hungry?

He doesn’t wait for her to respond, but grabs a slice of strawberry cake for her anyway. He places it into the bag that holds enough sandwiches and onion rings for his mom, dad, Kennedy, and himself.

Strawberry cake is calling my name baybeee

He snickers at the text just as he’s getting ready to leave the diner.

Gotchu

They head straight to his little brother’s daycare after Kevin picks up Kennedy. His mom doesn’t get off for another half hour so they take their time, taking a brief stop at the corner store to get his mom some peach rings. Dinner’s been touch and go this past week with her morning sickness, so something sweet is usually a safe option if she finds her meal intolerable.

“You mad at me?” Kevin blurts out. He can’t stand the silence and Kennedy has been uncharacteristically so since he picked her up.

“Why would I be mad at you?”

He shrugs, “You just seem out of it.”

“Got a lot on my mind,” she murmurs. "Anyways! Have you thought more on what you're going to do after graduation?"

Kevin takes the shift in conversation as the distraction that it is. He chuckles at her, "We got like two years until we graduate. You know that, right?"

"Less than two years, actually. And it's never too early to think about long-term plans."

"Well, you already know my long-term plans. Until then, the focus is getting this money up to help out my fam."

Kevin had been decided on joining the police force for a while now. His mind hadn't wavered on that front, his purpose found in serving his community in the best way he knew how. To make it feel safe. To provide a haven for a neighborhood that he felt comfortable letting his younger brother and soon to come sibling roam around without impending danger. In the mean time, he could devote himself to his family, picking up whatever gigs strapped him enough cash that kept his father home more and his mother less stressed.

Kennedy nods, biting the inside of her cheek. "How does your mom feel about you becoming a cop?"

"I mean, she def has her worries, but overall she's supportive."

"Good," she says, before further adding, "I worry, too."

Kev looks over at her, grasping her hand in his across the gear shift.

"We gonna be alright," he promises.

"You better be."

"Besides, who else is gonna show up with flowers, acting a fool in the first row when you close opening night with a killer ass solo?"

Kennedy giggles as he reaches out, tugging a curly lock of her hair.

"You know it! It's why I'm working so hard to become more visible. If I can get a major part in the spring showcase next semester, it'd really help with scouts from conservatories to see what all I'm all about."

"Yeah, you're gonna land up at some big name like Julliard and forget all about the little people."

Kennedy glowers. "Absolutely not! I'm not leaving Chicago. Maybe for some touring, but the Windy City is home."

"I'm just saying, Ken… I've seen you dance. That shit is out of this world. You're gonna be turning down offers at the end of the day."

Now parked outside his mom's job parking lot, he leans over to kiss Kennedy. His little brother in the backseat has other plans, though. Just before their lips meet, a toy block hits him square in the jaw.

"Aye! You s'posed to be my wing man!" Kevin yells towards the backseat.

Giggling, Kennedy takes off her seatbelt and crawls to the backseat. Their mom will be out shortly and she always minds her manners, allowing the pregnant woman to take the front passenger seat. Besides, she enjoys the face time she gets with her second favorite Atwater.

"Hi, cutie pie!" She purrs as she pinches one of his chubby cheeks.

At eighteen months old, Jordan was inching slowly but surely into the toddler stage. He was in that exploratory era where he was getting into anything his two feet could take him. A lot of his conversation was still baby babble, but he recognized familiar faces and graced them with their own nicknames.

Kennedy had been christened "KenKen."

"Ken" had been a frequent nickname, even by acquaintances and classmates, so the extra "Ken" made her feel special.

He lights up as she plays with him, his arms reaching far, even behind the secure hold of his seat belt.

"I'm your favorite, aren't I? Yes I am!"

Kevin rolled his eyes at her babbly baby talk.

"You staying for dinner, right?"

Kennedy shrugs. "Might as well."

A few minutes later, Gloria Atwater is walking out her job at the call center. She plods to the car like her feet hurt and they probably do with the old, battered sneakers she's had for who knows how long. Her frame slumps as she settles into the car, and even still, the smile on her face is effervescent as she greets her boys.

"Hi, my sweeties!" She greets. She grabs Kevin's face in her two hands, planting a warm kiss on his cheek. She looks to the back and tickles Jordan's belly, eliciting shrieking laughter from the young boy.

Once she has her own seat belt on is when Kevin finally cranks the car back up.

"Miss Kennedy!" She looks back to her as Kevin reverses the Oldsmobile. "Who's popping on the charts this week? I gotta go CD shopping this weekend."

It's the same questions she always asks. The two had bonded on the first afternoon Kevin had brought her home because Kennedy had burned the new Beyonce album through LiveWire on the household's computer.

Gloria had come home to "Baby Boy" blaring in the living room and they were instant friends from the moment the woman made Kennedy teach her the basics of belly-dancing.

"Snow Patrol's new project has been making waves."

"Who is that? A rapper?"

Kennedy chuckles. "No, they're a rock band. The album's good, but kind of depressing. They're all break up songs."

"Ahhh, fooey," she dismisses. "I need some heavy hitters. Something more happy! The only sad singers I listen to are Whitney and Celine."

"It'd be nice if you actually let Whitney and Celine sing. You be sounding like a dying cat tryin' to hit those notes," Kevin intercepts.

Gloria playfully jabs at his arm. "Boy! My vocals are blessed."

"By who?? Surely, not the man upstairs."

The trio breaks out into laughter altogether with even little Jordan joining in, clapping his hands with excitement.

It's late enough in the evening that they eat dinner right when they get home. Lew, Kevin's dad, was already home, only because he needed time for a quick nap before heading out on the road for work. Everyone ate at the table together and when it was over with, Kennedy washed the dishes so that Gloria could rest.

Kevin frowns when he walks into the kitchen.

"You ain't have to do that. I was gonna handle it."

Kennedy shrugs.

"You were focused on helping get Jordan to bed. Figured I could be productive."

Though not completely satisfied, he lets it go. He grabs the plastic bag labeled Malone's and holds it up.

"Wanna go have dessert?"

Kennedy squeals in excitement, breaking out into her happy dance. She reaches to grab the bag before Kevin raises it up above her arm reach.

"Greedy ass," he mutters as he leads the way outside.

She pushes him despite the amused chortle that falls out of her mouth. "I'm bout tired of you calling me out my name! You act like you ain't about to hog that entire slice, guppy lips."

"I ain't got no other choice if I want to have a bite."

Once outside, they settle on the back steps that lead out into the backyard. It's a paltry, narrow space with its brown fences pressed up against the neighbor's fences on both sides. The grass is getting taller and Kevin scolds himself, making a mental note to mow the lawn by the end of the week.

Instead of releasing the plastic container that holds the strawberry cake, Kevin feeds Kennedy bites, taking turns in between to taste some of the moist dessert for himself. It's not his favorite flavor, that would be red velvet, but any cake made by Bertha Malone, is the best sweet confection that would ever land on your lips.

Once they demolish the cake slice and Kennedy licks the remaining swipe of frosting, the two settle in closer together. Kennedy leans her head on his well-muscled arm.

"You doing anything this weekend?" He asks, grabbing her hand and lacing their fingers together.

She shakes her head, looking up at the stars. "I got homework to catch upon."

"You ain't even doing nothing with the girls?"

"Jahlecia got a new boo," she rolls her eyes. "You know she don't be paying me and Zip no mind when she in love."

"I thought she just broke up with ole dude from Washington Park," Kevin chortles.

"They broke up in July." Kennedy looks up at Kev's confused expression. July was only last month and it's only midway into August. "She don't care about no cool off period. It's onto the next soon as she kick the old one to the curb. Anyway, this guy's from Oakland. Lives over on 35th."

"He white?"

"You know of any white people from Oakland? Be for real…"

Kevin snorts. "Shit, you never know. I can't clock her tastes. The dude before Dustin was Salvadorian. And the dude before that was Nigerian. Her whole roster a United Nations meeting."

Kennedy giggles, shoving his arm and sitting back up.

"Leave my friend alone!"

Silence settles between them with the lingering notes of summer present in the cicadas chirping. If they look real close, there's even one or two fireflies hanging around and lighting their way through the Chicago night air. Kevin thinks twice about breaking the peacefulness, but ultimately decides to re-question her anyway.

"You gonna tell me what had you quiet when I picked you up from rehearsal?"

Kennedy sighs, takes her time to reply. So much pause dawdles where anyone else might think she's simply not going to answer. Kevin knows better. Knows when to push and when to pull back. Sometimes, she has to sit with the inner reccesses of her thoughts, clutching them one last time before she allows them to spill from her mind.

"It's just so brutal sometimes," she starts off. "I love it. Everything melts away when I'm dancing. I want to do it for the rest of my life. But then every single criticism and jab leaks in and sucks all the fun out of it."

"Nothing worth having comes easy, Ken. People probably hard on you because of how good you are."

It's a statement that comes with truth, but also unawareness. Kevin doesn't know how cruel her dance instructors or even her dance classmates can be. The inappropriate comments about her body. The vicious taunts when she's even off-balance by less than an inch. The callousness with every word that leaves her feeling like she doesn't belong. She knows it's not personal because that's what the culture of dance is. Her own mother, a performing arts director abroad, lacks tact and nurturance when it comes to criticism.

Kennedy pushes through it because she has no choice. She needs dance like she needs air. But a part of her wonders in fear if she'll lose her passion as the stress of such pressures builds and builds.

"Maybe so," she remarks.

He crooks his fingers, indicating for her to come closer. She lifts off the stoop and settles in his lap, his arms holding her in place. She leans against his chest, taking slow, comforting breaths.

This place. His embrace. It's the only place that rivals the stage. The only place she's felt safe as of late.

The thought of such makes her turn her head and kiss him like he's wanted her to all afternoon.

His hand finds her jaw, holding her there as the world stands still. He crushes her to him, and she lets him, her own arms sinking around his frame.

Oxygen is the only thing that finally separates them and even then, Kevin reclaims her lips once more before they finally part once again.

He looks at her with marvel, the stars behind her providing the perfect backlight framing her face.

"You and me?" He says.

Her reply, "Always and forever."

2014

Kevin's stressed. Not as stressed as he imagines Antonio to be given his son was kidnapped at the hands of a notoriously brutal Colombian drug lord. But his mind is still incredibly frayed. Him and Kim have been on high alert, listening on the radio for suspicious activity and awaiting instruction from the Intelligence unit.

That was on top of his usual patrol duties, along with making sure his aunt was able to pick up Jordan from hockey practice and that Vinessa had the supplies she needed for her school project they were supposed to work on tonight. He's also got to make sure his police blues are ironed and pressed for Willhite's funeral, a sure to be sorrowful event that Platt had notified everyone of earlier.

This all swirls in his mind as he sits behind the wheel of this patrol car that smells like ass. They're not far from the bus terminal that Intelligence was able to track down as the kidnapper's probable exit strategy. The plan is put together loosely and swiftly, threatening to fall apart at any unforeseen scenario that could end up with a young boy losing his life.

He doesn't know Antonio well, but he doesn't have to. To lose your child is an unimaginable loss to even conceive. Kevin's nerves rattle with frenzy as he forces his mind not to go there. The Intelligence crew is one of the best units in the city. If there's any one who can reunite father and son together, it's them.

Kim sits besides him in the passenger seat and when he glances over, he recognizes the laser sharp determination in her frame. She sits ramrod straight with her hand resting on her radio, primed and ready to hit the ground on further instruction.

She's just as hungry as he is. Tenacity and passion underlie her drive and that's exactly why he can't ask for a better partner.

Their patrol car sits clandestine in a spot swarmed by bushes and automotive repair equipment. They're situated near the back where buses come to get repaired, but in an open enough position that they can take off with a moment's notice if shit goes left. The only nuisance is the spotty reception with radio interference coming across the waves once or twice since they've been parked here.

It's why they both turn up their personal radios as well, not wanting to potentially miss an important piece of communication.

The radio in the car hums with a low buzz of staticky interference as it floats between the police line and a local arts station.

Famed dancer… returns home to Chicago after her most recent tour… put down roots… direction remains unknown.

Kim's radio sounds off briefly with intel about Diego being spotted boarding a bus with his kidnapper. Kevin shuts off the car's radio, leaning closer to Kim's radio as they listen to the improvised plans Ruzek and Olinsky make up on the spot now that they know that Lindsay's on board too.

The static cuts in and out, a whisper of chaos beneath the calm. Kevin's jaw tightens as he listens to the plan unraveling in real time.

There’s no time to think about the past. Not when a kid’s life is on the line.

By the time they reach the scene, it’s already shifting from chaos to cleanup. Antonio’s got Diego in his arms, the boy clinging to him, small and shaken but alive. Antonio stumbles as he embraces his son, not even trying to hide the tears.

Kim exhales beside Kevin, shaky, the kind of breath you only let go of when you’ve been holding it for hours.

Kevin doesn’t speak. He just watches as Diego wraps his arms around his father’s neck and buries his face there, safe again.

The ride home is quiet.

Antonio sits in the back, one arm draped protectively around his son, the other hand clutching the boy’s backpack like it might disappear if he lets go.

It's well into the night when they drop Antonio and Diego off back at their home. They bask in the relief that fills the air as Diego reunites with his mom, sister, and aunt.

Kevin and Kim smile, allowing themselves only a moment of invading the intimate reunion before driving off.

By the time Kevin gets home, the adrenaline’s worn off, leaving only fatigue, raw and heavy in his bones. He approaches the front gate of the house, keys in hand, ready to shut the world out for the night.

Still, he'll have to evade sleep for maybe another hour or two to make sure Jordan and Vinessa are tucked in for the night, prepared for another school day.

As he nears his front steps, his walk falters. Because his world has just became off-kilter.

He sees her.

Kennedy.

Sitting on his front stoop, elbows on her knees, looking up at him like she never left.

#chicago pd #kevin atwater #kevin atwater x oc #ch: kennedy evans #naia's pen #cic

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gingergofastboatsmojito · 1 year ago

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THE ONE TIME IN THE ENTIRE SEASON HE DID THE RIGHT THING, IT WAS BECAUSE OF SYD

03x01

And you want her to walk out on him when he clearly needs her the most because she was offered THE EXACT SAME ROLE elsewhere by someone we don't know for sure if is better than Carm or even worse, and neither does she, btw, and Carmy is what? NOT PRINCE CHARMING and FUCKED UP? Get out of my kitchen, chef!

Not only will she stay, she has to and he can only get out of the hole he is in with her help and his own will, which he will definitely lose if he loses her. He will be beyond redemption if Syd leaves. That can't happen plot-wise because Carm is the plot, he has to redeem himself, and the whole series is his redemption arc FFS!

THIS IS HOW YOU SERVE AN ENDGAME DISH

She should scare him shitless. The conversation SHE HAS BEEN AVOIDING has to be had ASAP. My preference is in the hallway post-panic attack as S4 opening act and I want all Sydcarmy action from then on throughout the whole season. Throw Sydluca in the mix too, bring back Claire if you want to, IDGAF, I want it all, I want jelly Carmy and Syd finally letting herself feel what she really feels for Carm and not approving of it at first but eventually giving in and Luca, who already said that will be staying in USA for only a few months can go back to Noma or where the fuck he wants after that, his purpose will be served.

I want Claire to even fucking beg Carmy to fuck Syd because she finally comes to her fucking senses and realizes he's an emotional cheater and calls him out on his shit and for once she doesn't tell him the most unfuckingbelievable line ever thrown on TV: "Never apologize", she actually forgives him even if he can't apologize to her for feeling what he feels for Syd, especially after the conversation Sydcarmy had in her hallway that resulted in her declining Shapiro's offer and staying with at The Bear.

So Carmy humors Claire and decides to finally grow a pair and now with Luca outta the pic and Claire too, he goes for it and finally Syd, after all this is said and done, lets him in. No more fumble on either side → "If it's not perfect, it doesn't go out."

That is what is marinating here in the potential realm, that is one of the menus Storer can serve next season with the ingredients he prepped in S3.

I don't wanna see anything else unless Storer surprises me with something even better, which would be a full-on Sydcarmy main dish all the way, but I won't hold my breath for that one.

I'm not saying all of this will happen to the T, I'm saying that the story is at that point exactly. All of the aforementioned can very well unravel in 04x01 and go from there in this order, with these characters without disrupting their respective arcs.

Richie will be an ally, and the Faks will come around or not, who the fuck cares? And Nat will be happy that Syd signed the agreement and when she finds out about a potential Sydcarmy relationship she will play Cupid. But she will also be too busy being a first-time mom and mending the relationship with her own mother, who along with uncle Lee can come in and save the restaurant when Cicero pulls the plug after The Bear got its ass served by The Chicago Tribune and then or in the middle of all this: either the JB award or the Michelin Star or both can happen. And then:

#sydcarmy #the bear #the bear season 3 #the bear season 4 #sydcarmy endgame #gingerpovs

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drdemonprince · 1 year ago

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I have always had a fantasy of having anonymous sex with a stranger but never acted on it because it seems too risky, and also I live somewhere there isn't a "scene" for kink or anything. Do you have any tips for how I could make that happen safely? Or even where to start looking because I wouldn't know.

If you fuck men, it's gonna be so easy. Just hop on Sniffies or Grindr or something, explain what you are into, and talk to people to arrange a hookup that's to your liking. You can tell a friend where you will be, or require some vetting of the person before you hook up until the circumstances are to your satisfaction. If you're not a man, don't worry, you can still use these apps. There's lots of women and nonbinary people on Grindr these days, and plenty of users looking for people like you.

I'll never give advice about how to guarantee safety because there is no such thing in this life, and I don't know what "safety" means to you. But someone knowing where you are, and potentially being nearby enough to intervene prevents a lot of problems. This is part of why gay male cruising spaces are so lovely -- it's far safer to get fucked by a random dude around a dozen other random dudes than it is to take a single guy you *think* you know into your home where nobody can hear you or see what is going on. The men who frequent cruising spaces want to maintain the space's existence and do look after each other, that's how they even came to arise. I can pretty much guarantee that if you have access to truck stops, public parks, parking garages, cemeteries, or the like, there is a cruising space near you -- check out Sniffies or Gays Cruising to figure out where, or google it for your area. Cruising spaces are predominately gay, though often trans inclusive, and there are some spaces where cis women show up too -- Banana Video and Cell Block here in Chicago are examples, your area might have a lot more than you might think.

The other way to set something like this up is to advertise yourself on Fetlife or some other app that's very explicitly sexual, like Feeld. You can create the sensation of a somewhat anonymous encounter by vetting a person online and then giving them a time and a place to be, and then carrying through with the act without speaking much, or by using a blindfold.

If you meant "safety" in terms of sexual wellness and health, well, that's where educating yourself about risk factors and deciding which risks you are comfortable with and which ones you are not come in. Again, there's no perfect safety, there are risks to every decision we make -- including deciding not to have the kind of sex that you want. Barriers, testing, vaccines, PreP, and the like are probably what you want to look into using in some combination, but ultimately the decision falls on you.

Have fun!

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everroy · 3 months ago

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( Kit Connor /21 / he/him ) — Everett Roy has been living in Port Leiry for since he was 13, but has recently been off at Art school in Chicago. They currently work as an artist, and are 21 years old. No one is sure if they’re actually a witch or if they’re connected to Garnett Coven They tend to be quite indecisive and resigned, but can also be expressive and insightful.

Name: Everett Jamie Roy

Alias: ZGM, Aptera Papilio

Age: 21, 13th October 2003

Occupation: Artist

Sexuality: Bisexual

Species: Witch

Coven: Garnett

Hometown: Greenwich, Connecticut, now Port Leiry

TW: Abuse, Death

001. Life starts off well. The youngest of the Roy siblings, Everett starts life with everything. Sure he spends more time with the housekeeper than he does his parents but he is loved and he knows it. He knows his siblings fight, he knows his parents mutter about Jameson, he knows his father smells particularly sour after coming home from work, but they are happy. Secrets keep the family Happy. Everett is happy and satisfied for the first 11 years of his life.

002. Everything is fine, that is until Jameson burns your house, the housekeeper, and your parents to the ground. All the while you are locked in a closet that no flame touches. Jameson pulls Everett from the house but a part of all the Roys died that night. It would be years until Everett spoke again.

003. Their Father’s sister, their Aunt, is charged with taking care of Everett and Shannon. Calling her mad would be an understatement. She locks Everett is tight spaces pushing him to get over the trauma that was the fire, whispering of ghosts that will come for the bloodline and other vile things. Everett doesn’t tell his siblings, not only cause he can’t talk, but they are going through enough already. And he can take it. He can take it.

004. The madness burns bright and one day, in a fit of madness, after hurling spell after spell, his Aunt combusts before him in a torrent of necrotic power. When his siblings find him Everett is surrounded by death and carnage and their Aunt is dead, Everett doesn’t even have a scratch on him. They assume it’s him, and while Everett regains his speech after the incident, he can never bring himself to tell them he didn’t do it.

005: Jameson brings Shannon and Everett to the Garnett Coven in Port Leiry. Brennan sees Everett in a way Everett only remembers the housekeeper seeing him. Brennan and Cait teach Shannon and Everett magic, Shannon excels, as she always does, she thrives in this place. Everett tries, but knows deep down he’s not gifted in this way, he never preforms more than the subtlest ritual spell.

006: Brennan finds the wall. Everett’s sanctuary. It’s an abandoned office building on their side of town and by the time Brennan find’s 15 year old Everett’s sanctuary it’s covered in colour. Boxes of purple fire, wells of pink blood, fingers of green vine, butterflies without wings. Expression of a boy who feels so much and can do so little. Brennan doesn’t rebuff him, instead spray cans start showing up with Cait’s homework. Everett finds sanctuary in anonymity and aerosol.

007: Everett gets into the Art Institute of Chicago. His secound show his freshman year, a showcase earns Everett critical recognition. He’s young, talented… there’s a boy. Marcus is a phial witch who builds art catered to one’s olfactory senses. He’s beautiful and by year two he thinks he loves him.

008: Marcus has been shot and every Phial remedy they have on hand doesn’t work. It seems impossible, Marcus’s line is old, he was prepped for this. But nothing either of them can do works, almost like magic…. Nothing works. He bleeds out. Everett is breaking in his apartment when he receives the news Jameson has died as well.

009: the art gets dark. Cait is missing, Shannon is acting weirder than usual. But Everett’s career is still on the rise, critics calling his work “inspiringly sad” and “welcomingly impersonal” . In Chicago an anonymous street artist emerges, they call them the Zwart Gat Mot (Black Hole Moth), ZGM for short, after the first piece that appeared. If Everett wasn’t living alone or constantly working on his own pieces in the studio, someone might have noticed paint caked under his finger nails when he came home every night.

010: Brennan is dead. Shanon needs him to come home. He’s earned enough recognition to continue to work and make money away from school while finishing his degree abroad. So Everett returns to Port Leiry and all that truth the city has to offer.

Wanted Connections:

Affirmation Situation: A lover Everett had at the beginning or before he went to college. Either a hunter or a vampire who couldn’t sense Everett was a witch and helped affirm, either consciously or unwittingly, to him that though he came from a long line of witches, he himself was not deserving of the name.

Friends of the Roys: Everett represents the last part of a long line of Roys, a family that made a name for itself in Connecticut. Maybe you are from the same social circle, maybe you dislike the name on principle.

Chicago Phial: Everett thinks he did everything to save Marcus, but unknown to him at the time, Everett’s negation magic is what prevented his lover’s healing magic from saving him. Maybe Marcus had an older sibling, a best friend, someone who maybe knew or didn’t know Everett. A piece of his past come to haunt him

People from the Art world who know of or are critical of Everett.

I’m open to any connections, friendly or unfriendly.

#cor.intro

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moments-on-film · 2 years ago

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I really enjoy watching and analyzing The Bear. On my rewatches, I have noticed and written about numerous themes, connections, lines, acting choices and plot points that weave and connect together in beautiful ways. Rewatching and analyzing often exposes other things as well. Some are a little odd to me, to the point where I made the list below:

Season 1

The Timeline. I’m not going to fully get into this, but the timeline on this show is confusing. I think it’s because they shot the pilot episode in the summer and the rest of S1 and all of S2 in the winter/early spring. I’ll just leave it at that, but for example, how we get from a few months after Michael’s death (February) to his birthday, (in November) over the span of the first 3 episodes doesn’t gel with the dialogue. The prop of the card that shows Michael’s birthday and day he passed is what I am basing the dates on. Was this a props error? The pilot is so clearly summer in Chicago and in the rest of the episodes in S1 it is clearly freezing.

Cigarettes. Throughout S1 snd S2, the cigarettes Carmy smokes vacillate between light cigarettes with white filters, and regular ones with dark beige filters. No one just switches between lights and regulars who seriously smokes, as Carmy does, making it feel like a props mistake.

Chain. Carmen is wearing a complexly different chain necklace in the pilot episode vs the rest of S1 and S2.

Hand washing/double spoon use. The scene where Carmy “washes” his hands at the end of 1x2 is bizarre. He puts soap on them and then dries them off immediately with paper towels without using water again or looking down. It’s the only time we ever see him wash his hands so it really sticks out as abnormal and totally out of character. He’s a smoker and coming from fine dining and there has been/still is a pandemic. He would have washed his hands throughly here to show how much attention to detail his character puts into his work. Michael, by contrast, is seen washing his hands fully in 1x6. Was this an editing error? It might have been. It really took me out of the scene the first time I saw it. After he does this, he uses a spoon to taste something, puts it into his mouth, and then uses that same spoon to move chicken in a pan. I think this was an editing mistake, like maybe they cut out the part where he uses a new spoon, but as is, it makes it look like Carmy doesn’t care about cleanliness, which, after watching him obsessively scrub the kitchen on his hands and knees earlier in the episode, makes no sense.

Possible contamination. Carmy touches his face while making hotdogs in 1x4. Uncle Jimmy is telling a story and he’s laughing and it’s clearly very cold outside, but he wipes at his nose and face and then shakes his hands off over the food he’s prepping. This was one of the very, very few moments to me that felt out of character. Carmy would have reflexes to not contaminate food from his years of service, especially the years under microscope scrutiny from the chef in New York.

Camera is visible. You can see the camera person in 1x8 in the reflection of the glass door when Carmy goes to open the door and get the order from the delivery guy.

Carmy’s fingernails. Throughout S1, and in S2, Carmy’s fingernails are trimmed, buffed, neat and clean. I looked for this in every scene, as it helps us understand his character and how seriously he takes his himself and his craft. It also provides a sharp contrast to Richie (in S1), whose nails are visibly dirty, causing us to distrust him and not take him seriously as someone who should be handling food. However, in arguably the most important moment of S1, when Carmy texts Sydney, and then opens the envelope from Mikey, his thumbnail on his left hand is too long and looks unclean. Actor’s nails fall under the jurisdiction of the makeup department so I’m confused why they didn’t realize there was going to be a major closeup on his hands in this scene and fix them if they were not camera ready. It’s the only time in S1 or S2 his nail looks off and it’s an extreme closeup. I noticed it the first time I watched this scene and it really took me out of the moment. I cringe every time I see that nail. In the next scene when he’s making the spaghetti, this nail is neat and clean again, so to me, the prior scene was a mistake.

Season 2

Lockers. Carmy has switched his locker to the other side of the wall. In S1, his is on the left. In S2, it’s on the right. Usually your locker is YOUR locker. This was odd, but it set up the Sydney/Carmy scene well and maybe Carmy moved to be closer to Mikey’s locker.

Tattoos. You can see the actor Jeremy Allen White’s personal E.Z. tattoo on his arm when he’s in his apartment before he sits in the chair in 2x1. There’s no makeup on it at all. It’s completely visible. This tattoo is not Carmy’s, it’s the actor’s, and I think he has said before that it’s his mother’s initials. This tattoo has always been covered with makeup. I don’t understand how this oversight from the makeup department made the final cut.

Different vs differently. In 1x5, Sydney tells Carmy about her catering company, Sheridan Road. “Not a night goes by that I don’t think about what I could have done different.” In 2x3, Natalie tells Carmy, “I don’t want to be treated any different.” In both instances the word differently should have been used. It’s not proper English otherwise. The characters don’t need to speak perfect English, that’s not the point, but these episodes were written by the same person, so that might be why both characters use the same word.

Area codes. I am so baffled by this, I’m still thinking about it. In the beginning of 2x6, there’s a sign on the wall in Donna’s house with everyone’s name and phone number written on it. On this prop, the name Michael is actually spelled wrong, as “Micheal”. Carmen and Michael’s area codes are both listed as (913). Carmen’s area code is well established as 773, which he literally has tattooed on his arm, and it’s in the script, as he verbally says his phone number to the fridge guy and then Claire in 2x2. Michael’s area code was (847), per the script, via Richie to Uncle Jimmy in 1x4. The (913) area code is for Kansas. I don’t understand why the area codes would be for Kansas and not the ones that we already established were theirs, for Chicago, and the suburbs of Chicago, 5 years before present day in the timeline of The Bear.

Eleven Madison PARK. Richie insults Carmy in 1x1, calling him “Eleven Madison Park dic@&ead.” In the coda to this line in 2x8, Carmy calls Richie “Eleven Madison dic@&ead.” Park should have been part of that line for it to fully connect, as it’s the name of the NYC restaurant where Carmy worked, and he’s saying the line, so it should have been the same here for consistency.

The card from Michael to Carmen “I love you dude. Let it rip” is written differently in S1 and S2. The handwriting doesn’t match. It looks like a different prop.

Left handed staff/actors. In 2x9, Carmy freaks out about the pan station. “These should be on the right side because we are all right handed.” This line of dialogue is not true of the actors on this show. If you watch closely in season 1 and 2, BOTH actors portraying Tina and Ebrahim are actually left handed. The actor playing Manny is left handed, and the actor playing Richie favors his left hand as well. This line should have been cross checked with the various Actor’s actual physicality because it doesn’t really make sense.

Food runners. Why are the food runners not running food in 2x10? They stand in the background most of the time and don’t move, even when Carmy and Sydney are yelling for hands. No one moves when Carmy says he needs hands please for PX table 31, Claire’s table, but three food runners are standing directly behind him and completely ignore him. It’s their first night on the job and Carmy is the Executive Chef and owner. They should have helped run food or not been in the shot because it’s confusing.

I really enjoy analyzing this show, and see and greatly appreciate all of the creativity, energy, effort, talent and passion that has clearly been poured into it by the entire creative team. This post is not meant to do anything other than point out the few moments I noticed that made me pause and say, wait, what?

Are there any others that you noticed?

#the bear #the bear fx #the bear hulu #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto #my thoughts

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felicitysmoaksx · 2 years ago

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“i won’t stop until you let me take care of you!” “alright fine! fine! you can!”

The Halstead Sisters

So this was not a prompt I was expecting to get, but I hope you enjoy it anon! Set way, way into the future of It Was a One Night Stand Until I Woke Up Next to You with Jay and Kim's daughters. In this universe, Kim still adopts Makayla, but with Jay instead of Ruzek.

“Mom would say you’re acting like Dad.” Makayla sang into Penny’s ear, trying to ease her sister’s rigidness as she helped her little sister walk into the ED of Chicago Med. She waved a little at the head of the hospital, Mrs. Lockwood before she lowered Penny into a wheelchair. “Honestly Detective Penny Halstead, you dodge bullets for a living and you're scared to go to the doctor? When Uncle Will and I are both doctors?”

“Dr. Ward?” Even though Mak’s name had been officially changed to Ward-Halstead when Mom and Dad had adopted her, (Honestly, she couldn’t remember much of her childhood before that except for the odd night terror that still lingered in her subconscious. At least according to their head of psychiatry, Dr. Reese) she went by Dr. Ward at the hospital to keep the confusion down with her Uncle Will. She turned to see Mrs. Lockwood looking a little concerned. “Is your sister okay?”

“I’m okay Mrs. Lockwood. It’s just a little stomach ache. My big sister is just being overly cautious.” Penny assured Makayla’s boss, even though she was doubled over in pain in the wheelchair. Makayla rolled her eyes as she shook her head slightly.

“Eyes,” Penny scolded lightly, giving the perfect imitation of their mother before the charge nurse: Terrence Boden came to wheel her to a treatment room.

“Can you page one of the Dr. Rhodes? I can’t remember if it’s Reese or Lucas that’s on call tonight, but I think it’s possible appendicitis, but I couldn’t formally diagnose it.”

“Terrence, page Dr. Rhodes senior. Tell him it’s an emergency. If Dr. Ward’s diagnosis is correct, I want the hybrid OR prepped and ready to go just in case.”

“Got it,” Terrance nodded, handing Penny off to another nurse as he went to grab the ED phone. Makayla turned to her boss, “You think we can’t wait?”

Mrs. Lockwood pushed a greying lock of hair out of her eyes. Her hair had just started to grow back after her last round of chemo therapy. “I’ve learned with appendicitis cases, it’s best not to try and push it. Do you know how long she has been like this?”

“The person she had been seeing lately, called me a little while earlier. Said I might want to check on her, because Penny wasn’t listening to them about going to the hospital so I don’t know.”

“Best to air on the side of caution then.”

#chicago pd #one chicago #Makayla Ward Burgess #Maggie Lockwood #Terrance Boden #felicitysmoaksx 2023 advent writing challenge #my writing

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Learning on the Job pt. 5

The sun started its rise over the WVBA Campus on a chilly Thursday morning. Long shadows were cast as the light bathed everything in a soft, golden glow. Gemma and Skye were already deep into what had rapidly become a morning routine. Both dressed for the cold November air, their breathe formed tiny clouds as they pounded the pavement. This was the second of their three laps around the Atlanta city block the WVBA called home.

As they ran, they talked. It was a conversation kept at a comfortable pace to match their run. They mostly discussed Gemma’s training, areas where she could improve, what she was doing well, and just general anticipation for her match in just two days. But, it wasn’t long before Gemma brought up the elephant in the room.

“Skye, if I may ask,” Skye began, her British accent pronounced from exertion, “why isn’t Mika joining us today? She’s been with us every step until now.”

“Before I answer that,” Skye glanced at Gemma with a slight smile, “I just gotta know. Still nervous about Saturday?”

There was a thoughtful silence for a few moments, only the ambient sounds of early morning in the city and their footfalls breaking in. When Gemma answered, her voice was a mix of apprehension and an honest confidence that wouldn’t have been there a week ago.

“Of course, I am.” Their pace remained steady as Gemma continued. “I’ve never done anything like this. That is to say, the fight itself. The audience, in the arena or on the telly, doesn’t bother me. But, the notion of a trained boxer trying to pound me senseless… I’m not terrified anymore, thanks to the training and sparring with you and Mika, but I am… let’s say, ‘anxiously excited.’”

Skye nodded as they rounded the corner past the Campus Apartments. “That’s good. Real good.” City sounds and shoes smacking sidewalk filled the air as Skye considered her next words. “Ya’ know, there’s another way boxing and acting are alike. It’s not just in the practice and the rhythm and the improv. There’s a lot of mental prep. A whole lot.”

Gemma chuckled lightly, “You mean like finding your character? Learning to think and feel as the person you’re meant to play?”

“Not far off,” Skye smiled, happy with how quickly Gemma was learning, but then turned serious. “In boxing, you’ve gotta get yourself to see the guy or gal in front of you as an opponent, not a person. An opponent is something to be overcome. Ya’ gotta be able to do things to an opponent you’d never do to another human being.”

“That sounds,” Gemma seemed taken aback as she searched for the words, “a bit… I don’t know, harsh? Wouldn’t you say?”

The pair slowed down near the steps of The Omni, the arena that Gemma where would be fighting in just two short days. Coming to a stop, Skye pulled out her water bottle and Gemma followed suit. After a deep swig and a little thought, Skye looked up at the marquee and explained.

“It is. And it can be hard, like, really hard.” Skye sighed and Gemma could see Skye searching for words. “I grew up in Chicago. It was rough. I was picked on in school, bullied. When you’ve got people wanting to beat you up for no reason on the regular, ya harden up pretty quick. So when I got into boxing, I channeled that. Like, if I fought you, as big a fan as I am, as awesome as it’s been hanging with you and showing you the ropes, when I stepped in the ring, I’d look at you and see my bullies and I’d do what had to do.”

Gemma looked at Skye as if seeing her for the first time. “That’s… I’m so sorry you went through that as a child.”

“Oh no, please,” Skye waved it off. “If I hadn’t gone through that growing up, I wouldn’t be the person I am now. But, my point is, for some people, we kinda have a conduit built in. But, for Mika? She’s one of the kindest, most compassionate people you’ll ever meet. For her to get herself to a place where she wants to actually hurt someone? It’s tough on her. I’ve been seeing it firsthand. For her to do that, she’s gonna need some distance.”

Skye took another drink from her water bottle as understanding flicker Gemma’s eyes. She stared up at the marquee now, too, the matches for Saturday scrolling by. Eventually, they saw it.

SATURDAY… MINOR CIRCUIT FIGHT NIGHT… WOMEN’S CIRCUIT ATTRACTION… “THE HEROINE” STAR MIKA… VERSUS… GEMMA GOLDEN… STAR OF “THE BIRMINGHAM BUTTERFLY”...

Gemma’s voice went quiet, “Like exploring a role that’s so different from who you are as a person that you question why you took the part in the first place.”

“Pretty much,” Skye affirmed with warmth and empathy, then rested her hand on Gemma’s shoulder. “Look, Mika doesn’t want to hurt you. She would never inflict pain just for the hell of it. I’m pretty sure I can say the same for you. But the difference is, right now, come Saturday, Mika will enter that ring determined to inflict as much pain and hurt on you as she needs to and win.”

Realization fell heavy on Gemma at that moment. Then, determination took hold. “If I don’t find it in myself, the person who’s willing to fight without reservation, I’m going to get hurt quite badly.” Steeling herself with a deep breath, Gemma looked Skye in the eyes, “Skye, performer to performer, I need to find my character before Saturday. Would you be willing to help me? I understand if not. It would be a bit awkward, what with Mika being your flatmate and all.”

Skye smiled without hesitation, “Girl? You think I’m gonna dip on you in your moment of need? I’d never forgive myself if my favorite actor got busted up and I coulda made sure she at least gave as good as she got.”

A tear rolled down Gemma’s cheek, “Thank you, so much, Skye.”

“We’ll find the fighter in you,” Skye said with confidence. “Besides, Mika wouldn’t have it any other way. That’s why she offered to help you in the first place and that’s why she asked me to pitch in. It’ll be hard, but you can do it.”

Renewed focus and drive swept over Gemma as she took a last swallow of her water and tucked the bottle away. With a gesture to the sidewalk, the rest of their run ahead them, Gemma smiled, “Well, then. We shouldn’t waste all this beautiful daylight. Shall we?”

Star Mika is an OC belonging to @cyrah-is-cool101 and is used with permission.

#punch out #super punch out #punch out wii #punch-out!!#super punch-out!!#punch-out!! wii #punch out oc #punch out fanfic #wvba #gemma golden #skye ivy

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deathofherreputation · 1 year ago

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As the resident theatre nerd of the fandom, I just wanted to point out how fucking cool it is that she visually references Chicago the musical soooo often in Eras. Vigilante Shit’s choreo references the Cell Block Tango, and I Can Do It with a Broken Heart’s staging is particularly cool bc it (along with the general vaudeville theme) also contains a direct visual reference to the character of Billy Flynn!

In the context of the show, Billy is Roxie’s lawyer who sings a song called Razzle Dazzle, which talks about giving your audience a total spectacle (often to distract their attention from the reality of your situation.)

Give 'em the old razzle dazzle Razzle Dazzle 'em Give 'em an act with lots of flash in it And the reaction will be passionate Give 'em the old hocus pocus Bead and feather 'em How can they see with sequins in their eyes?

What if your hinges all are rusting? What if, in fact, you're just disgusting?

Razzle dazzle 'em And they’ll never catch wise!

(there’s also a scene where he controls Roxie like a puppet on a string while prepping her for a media circus of interviews by hungry reporters looking for a story, which feels very relevant)

#taylor swift

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justforbooks · 2 years ago

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The career of the actor Andre Braugher, who has died of lung cancer aged 61, was benchmarked by two performances in police dramas a generation apart. In the groundbreaking drama Homicide: Life on the Street, from 1993 until 1999, he played Detective Frank Pembleton, whose drive immediately made him the anchor of an impressive ensemble cast led by Yaphet Kotto and Ned Beatty. He drew a younger audience with the comedy Brooklyn Nine-Nine (2013-21) as Captain Ray Holt, who takes over a chaotic homicide squad and whose intensity again makes him the heart of the show.

Braugher’s deep, resonant voice and seemingly effortless control drew the respect of all he worked with. David Simon, creator of Homicide and The Wire, said: “I’ve worked with a lot of wonderful actors. I’ll never work with one better.” His classical training, at the Juilliard School in New York, made him a regular at the Public Theater’s Shakespeare in the Park, and indeed his portrayal of Henry V in 1996 won him an Obie (the off-Broadway equivalent of the Tony awards).

He brought the projection of the stage to the small screen. Pembleton was the master of “the Box”, or the interrogation room. He explained to his rookie partner in Homicide (played by Kyle Secor), it was “salesmanship … as silver tongued and thieving as ever moved used cars, Florida swamp land or Bibles. But what I am selling is a long prison sentence.” He dominated those small scenes, but the episode Subway, with Vincent D’Onofrio as a character pushed between subway trains, who will die once the trains are separated, was a two-hander whose intensity might have come from the stage of Beckett, Pinter or Mamet.

In Brooklyn Nine-Nine, as Holt, he played it straight in two senses. The adage of comedy being funniest when played straight gained resonance from Braugher’s ability to show the audience with a gesture or line-reading that he, like you, got the joke. But Holt is also gay. His gayness is never an issue, except as motivation for his progress within the police. It was as if Pembleton were stepping into Kotto’s “Gee” Giardello, a black man with an Italian father who was determined to rise in a white-dominated department.

This drive reflected Braugher’s own background. In the tough neighbourhood of Austin, on Chicago’s West Side, both his parents worked for the government; his father, Floyd, was a heavy equipment operator for the state of Illinois, and his mother, Sally, worked for the US Postal Service. He recalled he might have “pretended I was hard and tough and not square”, but he won scholarships to the Jesuit St Ignatius College prep and then to study mathematics at Stanford University, California. After walking into a student production of Hamlet, and playing Claudius, he decided he wanted to act.

Another scholarship took him to Juilliard. He graduated in 1988 and almost immediately was cast in a TV revival of Kojak, as his assistant. His first film role came in Glory (1989); he was so impressive as the educated Thomas Searles, forced to serve as a private soldier in the all-black regiment commanded by his white friend, that Hollywood came calling, but the parts were standard stereotyical roles. His father had questioned how a black actor would make a living, and Braugher later explained: “I’d rather not work than do a part I’m ashamed of.”

He played the lead in a TV movie, The Court-Martial of Jackie Robinson (1990), playing Robinson, the first African-American player in major league baseball, who earlier in the 1940s, as a US army lieutenant, had refused to ride in the back of a segregated bus; and appeared in another TV film, The Tuskegee Airmen (1995). He was an egotistical actor in Spike Lee’s Get On the Bus (1996), about the Million Man March on Washington DC the year before. In 1998 he won his first Emmy award for playing Pembleton; he was nominated 11 times, and won his second in 2006 for his role in the miniseries Thief.

After Homicide, he starred as a doctor in Gideon’s Crossing (2000-01), as a cop in Hack (2002-04), as a car dealer in the comedy-drama Men of a Certain Age (2009-11) and as the captain of a submarine which goes on the run after he refuses to obey orders to fire nuclear missiles in Last Resort (2012-13). He had another series of remarkable two-handers in a recurring role as Hugh Laurie’s psychiatrist in House, was a defense attorney in episodes of Law and Order: Special Victims Unit, and voiced Governor Woodchuck Coodchuck-Berkowitz in the animated comedy BoJack Horseman.

He made the most of supporting roles in films such as Primal Fear (as Richard Gere’s investigator), Poseidon (captain of the sinking liner), Salt (as the US secretary of defense) and most notably as a New York Times editor in She Said (2022), covering the Harvey Weinstein scandal. He also starred in 10,000 Black Men Named George (2002), the story of the unionisation of Pullman railway porters, who were always called “George” by passengers.

Braugher admitted that his career “could have been larger, but it would have been at the expense of my own life”. He lived in suburban New Jersey with his wife, the actor Ami Brabson (who played Pembleton’s wife in Homicide). He said he wanted his three sons, Michael, Isaiah and John Wesley, raised in a “true context”, away from being a movie star’s offspring in Hollywood.

He is survived by his wife and sons, his brother, Charles, and his mother.

🔔 Andre Keith Braugher, actor, born 1 July 1962; died 11 December 2023

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#just for books #Andre Braugher #in memoriam

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