#thread: jackson + olivier

[gvldntrbl]

Jackson + Olivier @theartofruling

Location: Jousting Tournament, Kings Hill

-⚜️-

Whenever there were opportunities to participate in roughhousing, accepted public violence, and openings to volunteer - Olivier Benoit would most certainly be among those who raised their hands. A proud grin on his face, the hybrid dismounted their horse and removed his helmet. Not that he truly needed it but those were the rules. "Parrain," He greeted Jackson with a genuine smile as he bound up the stairs to where the Count sat.

Back in respectable street clothing, Olivier went to grab a blood bag, offered to him by a staff member as he passed them. "Did you see?" Jackson Gerard was, by far, the closest thing that he'd had to a father. Notwithstanding his Grandpere and Oncle Beau Alexander, respectfully. However, there were some things, along with certain topics, that Jackson was better suited for - when it came to Olivier than them. While he wanted to sank his fangs into the blood bag, the minor lord could almost hear the voices of his grandparents, as if they joined the pair, chiding him to use a straw instead. ...Begrudgingly, and with an expression of brief displeasure, he did.

"I'm surprised that I didn't see you out there." He began, turning briefly towards the tournament as it continued and then back to Jackson before finally plopping into the empty seat at his godfather's side. "Or your name on the volunteer list. Did you not want to join? You know you'd kill it." He paused, drinking some more blood as he looked around the shaded deck where they were seated. "Where's your faerie Princess? I didn't miss her, did I?"

[hayaomiyazaki]

as i mentioned last week, i have refreshed about 300gb of content on my public googledrive 😙

an overview of most of what i added...

features

Olivia (1951) dir. Jacqueline Audry 🇫🇷🏳️‍🌈

A Child Is Waiting (1963) dir. John Cassavetes 🇺🇸

Thoroughly Modern Millie (1967) dir. George Roy Hill 🇺🇸

Personal Best (1982) dir. Robert Towne 🇺🇸🏳️‍🌈

Threads (1984) dir. Mick Jackson 🇬🇧

How to Get Ahead in Advertising (1989) dir. Bruce Robinson 🇬🇧

Salaam Bombay! (1988) dir. Mira Nair 🇮🇳

Romuald et Juliette (1989) dir. Coline Serreau 🇫🇷

And Life Goes On… /ㅤزندگی و دیگر هیچㅤ(1992) dir. Abbas Kiarostami 🇮🇷

Clean, Shaven (1993) dir. Lodge Kerrigan 🇺🇸

Wittgenstein (1993) dir. Derek Jarman 🇬🇧🏳️‍🌈

Butterfly Kiss (1995) dir. Michael Winterbottom 🇬🇧🏳️‍🌈

The Portrait of a Lady (1996) dir. Jane Campion 🇺🇸🇬🇧

Still Life / 三峡好人 (2006) dir. Jia Zhangke 🇨🇳

The Lives of Others / Das Leben der Anderen (2006) dir. Florian Henckel von Donnersmarck 🇩🇪

Syndromes and a Century / แสงศตวรรษ (2006) dir. Apichatpong Weerasethakul 🇹🇭

Lust, Caution / 色, 戒 (2007) dir. Ang Lee 🇺🇸🇨🇳🇹🇼

Liverpool (2008) dir. Lisandro Alonso 🇦🇷

The Secret Diaries of Miss Anne Lister (2010) dir. James Kent 🇬🇧🏳️‍🌈

Tabu (2012) dir. Miguel Gomes 🇵🇹

No (2012) dir. Pablo Larraín 🇨🇱

The Blue Room / La Chambre bleue (2014) dir. Mathieu Amalric 🇫🇷

P'tit Quinquin (2014) dir. Bruno Dumont 🇫🇷

Still the Water / 2つ目の窓 (2014) dir. Naomi Kawase 🇯🇵

Paris 05:59: Théo & Hugo (2016) dir. Olivier Ducastel, Jacques Martineau 🇫🇷🏳️‍🌈

The Breaking Ice / 燃冬 (2023) dir. Anthony Chen 🇨🇳🇸🇬

Do Not Expect Too Much from the End of the World / Nu aștepta prea mult de la sfârșitul lumii (2023) dir. Radu Jude 🇷🇴

Scrapper (2023) dir. Charlotte Regan 🇬🇧

Kneecap (2024) dir. Rich Peppiatt 🇮🇪

documentaries

Night and Fog / Nuit et brouillard (1956) dir. Alain Resnais 🇫🇷

Chronicle of a Summer / Chronique d'un été (1961) dir. Jean Rouch, Edgar Morin 🇫🇷

In the Rearview / Skąd dokąd / Звідки куди (2023) dir. Maciek Hamela 🇵🇱🇺🇦

Christopher Eccleston Remembers… Jude (BBC, 2024)

Mick Jackson Remembers… Threads (BBC, 2024)

Joan Bakewell Remembers… Bette Davis at the NFT (BBC, 2024)

television

Love in the Big City / 대도시의 사랑법 (2024) 🇰🇷🏳️‍🌈

Wolf Hall (2024) 🇬🇧

books

William S. Burroughs – Queer (1985) 🇺🇸🏳️‍🌈

Claire Keegan – Small Things Like These (2021) 🇮🇪

[happygirl2oo2]

My fandom aesthetic boards - an organized ongoing list

📖 The Atlas Six by Olivie Blake

📖 The Shadowhunter Chronicles by Cassandra Clare

📖 Shades Of Magic (including the additions in the Threads of Power books) by V.E. Schwab

📖 Percy Jackson by Rick Riordan

📖 The Kane Chronicles by Rick Riordan

📖 Written In The Stars by Alexandria Bellefleur

📖 The Inheritance Games & The Grandest Game by Jennifer Lynn Barnes

📖 The Naturals by Jennifer Lynn Barnes

📖 Red, White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston

📖 The Montague Siblings series by Mackenzi Lee

📖 Fortunate Misfortune (Clear Lake Quartet Book 1) by Miah Onsha

📖 Those Who Wait by Haley Cass

📖 When You Least Expect It by Haley Cass

📖 The Raven Cycle by Maggie Stiefvater

📖 Spoiler Alert interconnected book series by Olivia Dade

📖 Fence comic series (and the tie-in novels by Sarah Rees Brennan) by C.S. Pacat and Johanna the Mad

📖 Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo

📖 The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid

📺 Fitzsimmons (from the TV show Agents of Shield)

📺 Elementary

📺 Dr. Maura Isles (from the TV show Rizzoli & Isles)

📺 Bull

[tw-anchor]

23. The First Battle

Anchor

Stiles Stilinski x Original Character

Episode: 2x11; Battlefield

Word Count: 6,291

Warning(s): Mature language, canon violence, therapy, semi-dead Jackson, lacrosse championship, Stiles’ birthday

Author’s Note: After this there’s only one episode left of season 2. I hope you enjoy! Make sure to reblog and like!

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"You know when you're drowning, you don't actually inhale until right before you black out."

There, that seemed like an appropriate thing to say. It wasn't changing the subject even though Stiles didn't like the question that Miss Morrell had asked him, and it wasn't answering it, either. It was fact, a statement that was true. Stiles knew a lot of facts.

"It's called voluntary apnea," Stiles focused on the net of his lacrosse stick, threading it tightly to make sure that it was game-ready. "It's like no matter how much you're freaking out, the instinct to not let any water in is so strong that you won't open your mouth until you feel like your head's exploding. But when you finally do let it in, that's when it stops hurting. It's not scary anymore. It's...it's actually kind of peaceful."

"Are you saying you hope Matt felt some peace in his last moments?"

How the hell did she get that from his answer? He was just telling her about drowning and how much the people who died suffered until they didn't. He didn't care about the fact that Matt had drowned in the river by the police station that night. There were no feelings, no attachments. Matt was dead and that was that.

Stiles exhaled out his nose. "I don't feel sorry for him."

"Can you feel sorry for the nine-year-old Matt who drowned?"

Morrell's face was blank, her voice was calm. She wasn't judgmental, she was good. Stiles had been going to sessions with her once a month since he started high school when his temper and ADHD had him struggling to adjust to the new environment. She gave good advice and helped him through things that were bothering him. Before his sessions started, he hadn't thought that talking about what he felt was going to work but she proved him wrong.

Still, that didn't mean he had to sympathize with Matt. "Just because a bunch of dumbasses dragged him into a pool when he couldn't swim doesn't really give him the right to go off killing them one by one."

Morrell nodded and went to move on but Stiles wasn't finished yet.

"And by the way, my dad told me that they found a bunch of pictures of Allison on Matt's computer," he shook his head, disgusted. "And not just of her, though. I mean, he photoshopped himself into them. Stuff like them holding hands and kissing. You know, he had built this whole fake relationship. So, yeah, maybe drowning when he was nine years old was what sent him off the rails but the dude was definitely riding the crazy train."

Morrell smiled softly. "One positive thing came out of this, though. Right?"

"Yeah," Stiles nodded, thinking about how Noah got his job as sheriff back. "Yeah, but I still feel like there's something wrong between us," he nervously fiddled with the lacrosse stick. "I don't know, it's just like tension when we talk. Same thing with Scott."

"Have you talked to him since that night?"

"No, not really," he went back to tightening the net. "I mean, he's got his own problems to deal with, though. I don't think he's talked to Allison, either, but that might be more her choice, you know? Her mom dying hit her pretty hard but I guess it brought her and her dad closer."

"What about your other friends, Jackson and Lydia?"

"Jackson..." he wouldn't consider the prick a friend but he'd answer anyway. "Jackson hasn't really been himself lately. Actually, the funny thing is, as of right now, Lydia is the one who seems the most normal."

"How's Olivia doing? Have you guys talked since the night at the station?" Morrell prodded. She was more than versed about Olivia Martin, Stiles' interest in her, and their slow and steady climb toward a relationship.

"Yeah and she seems fine, but," he shrugged. "she always seems fine. She was more concerned about me, to be honest."

"Maybe it helps her come to terms with her own feelings," Morrell theorized quietly. "You told me before that Olivia isn't one to share her feelings."

"I know, but she seemed to be better about that lately," At least with me, he added mentally.

Morrell hummed. "And what about you, Stiles? Feeling some anxiety about that championship game tomorrow night?"

Stiles spit out the small length of rope he had been chewing on, tying it back to the net. "Why would you ask me that?" he didn't miss the fact that she looked pointedly at his lacrosse stick. "Ah...uh, no, I-I never actually play. But, hey, since one of my teammates is dead and another one's missing, who knows, right?"

"You mean Isaac," Morrell realized. "One of the three runaways. You haven't heard from any of them, have you?"

Stiles quickly changed the subject. "You're still doing that no-notes thing, huh?" he pointed at her empty desk. "I still can't believe your memory's that good."

"How about we get back to you, Stiles?"

Stiles sighed heavily. "I'm fine," he lied. "Yeah, aside from the not sleeping, the jumpiness, the constant, overwhelming crushing fear that something terrible is about to happen."

"It's called hypervigilance," Wasn't that what Mad-Eye Moody talked about in Harry Potter? he tried to recall. Livvy would know about it. "the persistent feeling of being under threat."

"But it's not just a feeling, though," Stiles shook his head. He was familiar with what he felt when his anxiety went off the charts. That tight feeling in his chest, that was a panic attack. "It's like a panic attack. You know, like I can't even breathe."

"Like you're drowning?"

Stiles didn't even think about the comparison she was trying to make. "Yeah."

"So, if you're drowning and you're trying to keep your mouth closed until that very last moment, what if you choose to not open your mouth? To not let the water in?"

"You do anyway," Stiles pointed out. "It's a reflex."

"But if you hold off until that reflex kicks in, you have more time, right?"

"Not much time."

"But more time to fight your way to the surface? More time to be rescued?"

"More time to be in agonizing pain," Stiles argued, blinking rapidly. "I mean, did you forget about the part where you feel like your head's exploding?"

Morrell blinked at him. "If it's about survival, isn't a little agony worth it?"

"But what if it just gets worse?" Stiles asked, fears racing through is mind. "What if it's agony now and then...and then it's just hell later on?"

"Then think about something Winston Churchill once said," Morrell leaned forward, demanding all his attention. "If you're going through hell, keep going."

That moment in Morrell's office, that quote that somehow encompassed Stiles' whole world in seven words, would stick with him for the rest of his life.

-

-

It smelled like rotted wood, blood, and smoke in the old Hale House. It made Olivia want to vomit and it wasn't just the scent alone that made her nauseous. She hadn't stepped foot in the Hale House since the fire and even when she went looking for Lydia two months earlier, she had refused to go in.

She didn't want the memories that this house gave her. There were good memories, sure, ones where she and Cora used to play dolls, Laura would read them fairy tales, and Derek taught her how to ride a bike. But the fire loomed over those like a shadow. Her mother died in the house, trapped in the basement like the rest of the Hale family. While Peter had escaped his own death, Grace Martin was suffocating from lack of fresh oxygen.

Suffice to say, she hated being there. But for Jackson, she'd spend time there if she had to. She needed to find a way to take care of the kanima without killing Jackson since no one seemed concerned about that anymore, so if she had to spend time in the worn-down house to read a billion of moldy books, she would.

Derek stood at the other side of the table, helping her look for useful information. He was just slapping a book closed and tossing it back on the table when Erica and Boyd entered the room.

Derek stiffened and Olivia paused, looking from Derek to Erica and Boyd. The two betas had decided to leave Beacon Hills, to leave the pack. They weren't cut out for the supernatural war that raged around them, even if Derek had warned them from the start.

"You decided," Derek turned toward them. "When?"

Erica looked reluctant to tell him. "Tonight."

"Everyone's gonna be at the game," Boyd explained. "We figured it was the best time."

"It's not like we want to."

"What do you want?" Derek asked Erica, stepping toward her and Boyd.

"Since I just turned sixteen a month ago, I wouldn't mind getting my license," Erica answered him. "I can't do that if I'm dead, you know."

Olivia bowed her head, thinking about Erica's words. She understood where they were coming from; they weren't family, they didn't know what was at stake, and they had no dog in the fight. They didn't want to die because of who they were or what pack they were in. When Derek bit Victoria Argent and she had to commit suicide because of their ridiculous hunter's code, he had declared war. The Argents weren't going down without a fight, but neither were they.

Still, Olivia would be sad to see Erica and Boyd go. They were pack, plain and simple.

"Well, I told you there was a price," Derek reminded them.

"Yeah but you didn't say it would be like this," Boyd defended themselves.

"But I told you how to survive," Derek raised his voice. "You do it as a pack. And you're not a pack without an alpha."

"We know."

Olivia raised her eyebrows, surprised at Boyd's statement. "You wanna look for another pack?" she knew they could see that she was hurt by that. Hell, Derek was hurt by it. "How are you even gonna find one?"

"We think we already did," Erica told her. "We were running in the woods last night and all of a sudden we heard all this howling. It was unbelievable."

Olivia shared a look with Derek, both of them almost betrayed. Erica and Boyd trusted random howling in the woods over them? Derek was the one who bit them, the one who gave them the gift of lycanthropy. They were Olivia's friends. They were pack.

"There must have been a dozen of them, maybe more," Boyd smiled in amazement.

"Yeah or maybe only two," Derek burst their bubble. "You know what the beau geste effect is?" they shook their heads. "If they modulate their howls with a rapid shift of tone, two wolves can sound like twenty."

Erica huffed, getting frustrated. "Look, that doesn't matter, okay? There's another pack out there. There's got to be," she raised her chin. "We've made up our minds."

"We lost, Derek," Boyd stated. "It's over. We're leaving."

"No, you're running," Derek snapped, getting angry like he always did to cover up the hurt. "And once you start, you don't stop. You'll always be running."

Olivia pressed her lips together as Erica glared at them, grabbed Boyd's hand, and dragged him out of the house. Derek turned back to the table, resting his hands on the warped wood, as his pale-green eyes flickered over to Olivia.

She was distracted, her wide eyes on the spot where Boyd and Erica had previously stood. When he inhaled, he knew why; he grabbed a sharp piece of glass that was resting on the table in front of him and spun around, whipping it at the intruder.

Peter caught the glass just as the point hit the skin of his throat. "I expected a slightly warmer welcome," he stated, lowering the glass. "but point taken."

Olivia narrowed her eyes at her father. She couldn't believe that he was standing right there in front of them. It wasn't a happy kind of disbelief, either. It was the kind that made you want to pull your hair out and punch someone in the face. He wasn't supposed to be alive. He wasn't supposed to be able to hurt anyone ever again.

It had been a shock to find out that Peter had come back from the dead. Derek had told her shortly after the showdown in the police station and she went quiet, not talking for the rest of the night while he stayed in her room, keeping vigil so she wouldn't have nightmares.

Peter had gotten into Lydia's head and manipulated her. That was what all the things that Lydia had been seeing were about. It was him, playing her mind from his grave underneath the floorboard. He got her to do some weird ritual that included drugging Derek with wolfsbane and using mirrors and moonlight—and honestly, it was hard for her to comprehend. Olivia was a smart girl and she believed in science, so how did that explain Peter coming back to life from some alpha blood and light from a full moon. Granted, the existence of werewolves was hard to comprehend, too.

"What are you doing here?" she asked sharply.

Peter grinned at her. "Hello to you, too, pumpkin. It's great to see you," he gave his attention to his nephew. "Quite the situation you've got yourself in here, Derek. I mean, I'm out of commission for a month or so and suddenly there's lizard people, geriatric psychopaths, and you're cooking up werewolves out of every self-esteem-deprived adolescent in town."

His voice was like nails on a chalkboard.

Derek narrowed his eyes at him. "What do you want?"

"Well, I want to help," Peter stated like it was the most obvious thing in the word. "You guys are family, my daughter and nephew. The only relatives that I have left. There's still a lot that I can teach you. Can we just talk?"

Peter finished his statement by placing a hand on Derek's shoulder. Derek stared at it in disgust while Olivia raised her eyebrows. This was going to end in a fight, she was betting on it.

"Sure," Derek agreed way too happily. "Let's talk."

He swatted away Peter's hand and pushed him, sending him flying into the stair case.

"Good talk," Olivia hummed as she stood from her seat. "I'm gonna leave before it get any worse."

She'd rather walk the mile back into town and order a ride from Lyft than stay and watch Derek and Peter fight. No, thank you.

-

"Liv, I brought your psycho father back from the dead," Lydia hissed at Olivia as they walked through the empty school hallways, heading toward the boys' locker room. "and you haven't said a word about it. It's been more than a week and nada."

"Because there's nothing to talk about," Olivia insisted stubbornly. "Peter's back, so what? I'll just ignore him."

"You used to visit him every week." Lydia thought she was in denial about how she felt about Peter. She knew Olivia was angry and she was justified, but you can't hate your father. Lydia had tried and she couldn't.

"That was before he murdered a bunch of people, bit me and Scott, almost killed you, and then manipulated you until you thought that you were crazy," Olivia pointed out. "That doesn't seem father material to me, Lyds."

"I mean, yeah, he's a psychopath, but—"

"But nothing," Olivia cut her off, sending her a sharp look. "I don't want to talk about him anymore."

"You know, one day you're gonna explode from all those emotions you keep bottled up inside of you."

Olivia snorted, a little amused. "When did you get your doctorate in psychology, Lydia? I think I missed the ceremony."

"Very funny," Lydia nudged her as they turned down the hallway where locker room was located. "All right, change of subject. You got Stiles a birthday present."

Olivia grimaced, looking down at the wrapped package in her hands. She had hoped Lydia wouldn't bring it up, since she was already tripping out about it, but like any older sister, she just had to tease her about it. Yes, it was Stiles' seventeenth birthday and yes, she got him a gift but it wasn't a big deal. It was a friendly gift. People gave their friends birthday gifts still, right?

"Yeah, and...?" Olivia's strategy was to just face Lydia head on.

"And you're giving it to him before the regional championships," Lydia pointed out needlessly. "You're going to sneak into the locker room to give it to him. Sounds awfully like what I would do when I was dating Jackson."

Olivia rolled her eyes as they came to a stop outside the boys' locker room. "I'm giving it to him now because I don't know if he'll be busy later."

"Mmhm..."

"And I don't give belated birthday presents," she huffed. "It's tacky."

"Yeah, sure," Lydia nodded like Olivia was making sense. "Well, you better go on, then. I'll wait by the concessions for you."

"Get me some some—"

"Air Heads, I know."

Lydia walked away and Olivia inhaled deeply before entering the locker room. Boys were in various states of undress as she walked through the aisles but she ignored them. She spotted Jackson and Danny by their lockers, and usually she would have wished them good luck, but she wanted to give Stiles his present and get out of there before she could get in trouble with Coach.

She found Stiles by his locker, pulling his maroon jersey over his gray compression shirt. "Hey."

Stiles flailed at the sound of her voice, almost tripping backward over the bench he stood in front of. He quickly found his balance and fixed his jersey before plastering a cheesy smile on his face at the sight of her.

Olivia's heart practically turned to goo.

"Hey, Livvy!" he greeted her enthusiastically. "What—what are you doing here?"

"I wanted to give you this," she held out his present, looking more confident than she felt. "Happy birthday, Stiles."

"What?" he quickly took the present from with her a grin. "I can't believe you remembered my birthday."

"Oh," she shrugged awkwardly. "um, yeah, you told me a couple weeks ago."

"Yeah, I guess I did," he ripped away the wrapping paper and gaped at what was inside. "You didn't, Olivia."

Apparently, he liked the present. She had won an auction online where she was able to score a signed mini bat from the Mets. It was Stiles' favorite baseball team and when she saw the low price for an item she knew he loved, she didn't hesitate to get it for him. She also made a joke in the card about how crazy he was for cheering for the Mets, knowing it would get a laugh out of him.

Olivia blinked in surprise when Stiles wrapped her up into a tight hug. It didn't take even a second for her to respond to his affection, burying her face into his warm neck. She couldn't help but notice that his skin was soft and he smelt really good.

"Thanks, Livvy," Stiles breathed when he let go of her. "This is—this is great."

"You're welcome," Olivia smiled at him. "So, are you nervous for the game?"

"Nah," Stiles shook his had nonchalantly. "I probably won't play, so..."

"I don't see why you wouldn't. You're good."

"Have you actually seen me play or are you trying to make me feel good about myself?"

Olivia opened her mouth to respond and paused when Stiles quirked an eyebrow at her.

"I knew it."

"You did not!" Olivia protested, playfully slapping his arm. "I do think you're good."

"Why'd you hesitate then?"

"I wasn't hesitating, I was taking a breath."

"Who takes a breath for that long? It was like you were getting ready to perform some dramatic-ass Shakespeare monologue."

"I don't even like Shakespeare."

"You got a perfect score on your essay about Othello."

"How'd you know what grade I got?"

Suddenly, there was some loud feedback as Coach readied his megaphone. Olivia and Stiles jumped apart in shock, not even realizing that they were moving closer together during their playful banter, to look over at him.

"Good morning," Coach spoke into the megaphone, dead serious. "In less than an hour, aircraft from here will be joining others from around the world. And you will be launching the largest aerial battle in the history of mankind."

What the hell? Olivia mouthed to Stiles, completely confused.

Stiles just shook his head at her.

"Mankind," Coach mused. "That word should have a new meaning for all of us today."

"Does he do this every year?" she whispered to Stiles.

He nodded. "Every year."

"Dear God."

"No kidding."

Coach continued on, "We are fighting for our right to live!"

"Yeah!" most of the team shouted.

Olivia perked up in realization. "Wait, isn't this?"

"Yeah," Stiles confirmed. "it's the speech from Independence Day. It's his favorite movie."

"But as the day the world declared in one voice, we will not go quietly into the night!"

"I mean, the speech from Braveheart would be better than this," Olivia snorted. "Couldn't he rip off Friday Night Lights or something? Glory Road? You know, anything from any sport movie?"

"I don't think he cares," Stiles chuckled.

"Today," Coach ended his dramatic speech. "we celebrate our Independence Day!"

"Yeah!" the players cheered once again, sufficiently hyped up for the game. Olivia couldn't believe that the speech actually worked.

She and Stiles stiffened at the same time as Gerard slithered in next to Coach. "Well spoken, Coach," he praised the man. "I might have chosen something with a little more historical value but there's no denying your passion."

Coach gave him an offended look but Gerard completely missed it.

"And while I haven't been here long, there's no denying my pride in having a winning team for this school," the Argent patriarch continued, looking around at the lacrosse players. "I know you'll all be brilliant tonight, even with only one co-caption leading you."

Olivia gave Stiles a questioning look but he furrowed his eyebrows, not knowing why Scott wouldn't be playing, either.

"Now, I'm your principal but I'm also a fan. So, don't think I'll be content to watch you merely beat this team," Gerard grinned creepily. "Get out there and murder them."

"You heard the man!" Coach yelled. "Asses on the field!"

Olivia shivered at the menacing look on his face as he smirked and left the locker room. "He's probably the worst person on this earth," she mumbled, turning back to Stiles. "This is going to be bad."

Stiles' expression turned worried. "You think?"

"Yeah, I do." She wished that it wouldn't but everything seemed to point in that direction. The whole day, her body had been on edge, like she was waiting for someone to get hurt. The feeling was unsettling and had looking over her shoulder wherever she went.

Argent hunters were brutal. They had proved it time after time.

"You're gonna be careful, right?" Stiles grabbed her hands, squeezing them nervously.

"You don't have to worry about me," she shook her head, squeezing him back. "There's not really anything I can do."

"You can still get hurt, though."

"I won't," Olivia assured him. "Just focus on the game, yeah? Good luck, Stiles."

Stiles smiled lightly, not liking the fact that she was brushing off his concern. "Thanks, Livvy."

"And I'll be careful, okay?" she noticed the look in his eye.

Stiles nodded in satisfaction. "Good," he let go of her hands and ran a finger across the right shoulder of the jersey she was wearing. "Nice jersey, by the way."

Olivia's cheeks flushed; she had forgotten that Lydia forced her into a mock-up of Stiles' jersey, complete with his last name and the twenty-four on each side. "Oh, um, yeah," she nodded nervously. "Good luck, Stiles."

She practically sprinted away from him and out of the locker room, cursing Lydia the whole time.

-

-

Stiles nervously bounced his leg as he thought about what Olivia had said to him earlier. Things were going to get bad. He knew that, yet he couldn't shake the feeling he had inside of him. He was nervous, scared that someone he loved would get hurt, and angry that there was even a situation like this to begin with. Most of all, he felt helpless. There wasn't anything he could do to help. He couldn't help Scott. He couldn't help Olivia or Derek. He couldn't even help himself.

It frustrated the fuck out of him because he had that determination inside of him, he just couldn't act on it. He couldn't go up against a hunter or a werewolf, let alone a kanima, and make it out of the fight. He couldn't even protect his dad from Matt, so how the hell would he be able to protect Olivia when the Argents came after her?

He couldn't just stand by and watch the action unfold while people got hurt. He had to do something.

"Is your dad coming?" Scott broke him out of his thoughts.

"Yeah," Stiles looked to the bleachers for a second, seeing his dad already settled in a row near they bottom. "he's already here."

Scott nodded. "You see Allison?"

No, he hadn't, and he didn't think they would at all. Allison had been absent since the night of the full moon when her mom had killed herself. She didn't respond to Scott at all, she was angry with Olivia for siding with Derek—though he didn't know what Allison expected Olivia to even do in that situation—and she was determined to get revenge on the Hale pack. She had dived into the deep end and Stiles was worried she couldn't swim.

"No," Stiles shook his head. "You know what's going on?"

Scott exhaled heavily. "Not yet."

"But it's going to be bad, isn't it?" Stiles knew it would but hearing it from Scott made if feel more real. "I mean, like people screaming and running for their lives, blood, killing, maiming—that kind of bad?"

It was quiet for a second as Scott looked over at him; it unnerved him. "Looks like it."

Stiles inhaled shakily, his eyes starting to sting. "Scott, the other night, seeing my dad get hit over the head by Matt while I'm just lying there and I can't even move," he sniffed and looked back at his best friend. "it just—I want to help, you know? But I can't do the things that you can't do. I can't—"

"It's okay," Scott's voice was soft as he nodded at Stiles in assurance.

And Stiles was glad that out of every other guy in their class, Scott was the one who was his best friend. Because Scott got it. He got that Stiles was afraid but willing to do anything to help. He knew that Stiles felt trapped, sitting on the sidelines while everyone else fought. He understood Stiles. And Stiles knew Scott just as well.

They were lucky to have the relationship they had. It wasn't often that kind of loyalty came around and there it was, each of them sitting next to it.

Stiles tried to make the topic lighter, even if he failed. "We're losing, dude."

Luckily, Coach was there to pep things up. "What the hell are you talking about?" he asked him incredulously, having only heard the last statement of their conversation. "The game hasn't even started. Now, put on your helmet and get out there. You're in for Greenberg."

"What?" Stiles perked up, looking around for Coach's most-hated player. "What happened to Greenberg?"

"What happened to Greenberg?" Coach scoffed. "He sucks. You suck slightly less."

Stiles raised his eyebrows in shock. "I'm playing?" he pointed to himself. "On the field? With the team?"

Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.

"Yeah, unless you'd rather play with yourself."

"I already did that today, twice," Stiles told him absentmindedly, too shocked about the fact that he was playing to notice what he had just revealed.

Scott snickered, making him realize what he said.

"Just get the hell out there!" Coach ordered him.

Stiles squeaked nervously and gathered his lacrosse stick and helmet, running onto the field with the rest of his teammates. On the bleachers, Olivia and Lydia had just taken a seat next to Melissa and Noah, when they noticed what Stiles was doing.

"Oh, no," Noah groaned. "Why is my son running out to the field?"

Olivia perked up, finding Stiles immediately. She knew that he'd get to play today. It was a great opportunity for him to show that he was actually athletic and good at lacrosse. She wasn't lying when she said she thought he was good.

"Because he's on the team?"

"He is," Noah confirmed blankly before realizing the excitement of the situation. "He's on the team. He's on the field," he stood up, throwing his arms into the air as he cheered, "My son is on the field!"

Okay, that was adorable, Olivia mused, sharing a grin with Lydia.

The game started shortly after Stiles ran onto the field and it wasn't going well, to say the least. The first quarter went by fast, with the opposing team scoring two goals within eleven minutes. Every time the Beacon Hills players had the ball, it was a bad play or someone would foul out. When the ball went to Stiles, it always seemed to miss his net.

The next time he got the ball, he actually caught it in his net. Unfortunately, he was too busy celebrating to notice the two large defense players sprinting his way. There was an audible thwack as he was tackled to the ground.

Olivia winced while Melissa sighed. "He's probably just warming up."

She nodded in agreement but her hope was quickly dashed when the ball was tossed to Stiles yet again. He ran backwards in hopes to get it, but ended up tripping over his own feet.

Okay, maybe she hadn't seen Stiles do anything but run fast. In her defense, she thought that would translate into being good on the field.

"He's just a little nervous," Lydia tried to console Olivia and Noah, who were both cringing in on themselves. "There's plenty of time to turn it around."

As if the world was disagreeing with her, Stiles was tackled. The crowd booed loudly; Noah hid his face in his hands.

The new quarter started and when Scott went to enter the game, Coach pushed him right back onto the bench. Luckily, Isaac appeared, dressed for the game and ready to enter.

Olivia sighed in relief, glad that he hadn't gone with Erica and Boyd. She was closest to Isaac out of the three of them and she had been pretty sad when she learned that he was planning on leaving with the other two. He didn't, though. He was here to help.

Erica...Boyd...Erica...Boyd...

Olivia winced when she heard the whispers, the tingling that she had been feeling all day getting more intense in her stomach, chest, and legs. Erica and Boyd were in trouble and she didn't know if it was this so-called pack they had discovered or if the Argents got to them.

She quickly pulled out her phone and texted them both, asking if they were okay. She also messaged Derek, giving him a heads-up on what she was feeling.

Isaac entered the game for the second quarter and it was chaos. Instead of actually playing the game and trying to score, he spent the time tackling players from his own team. As more and more of his teammates went down, Olivia figured out what he was doing. He was making sure that Scott could play—there was no way that Coach would forfeit instead of putting Scott on the field.

It was smart and she was impressed. Until Jackson tackled Isaac and the team paramedics had to run onto the field. From what Olivia could see, Isaac couldn't move anything, which meant that Jackson had used the kanima venom on him.

Isaac, Isaac, Isaac...

Melissa had jumped off the bleachers to run onto the field in order to talk to Scott but she stayed put. She already knew that something was going on and she had learned from Scott earlier that Gerard was now in control of Jackson, the old bastard. This was part of the war, a battle to be won.

The rest of the quarter went by quickly and then it was halftime. The whispering of Isaac's name had gotten so intense that she had to run down to Scott as he rested, telling him and Stiles that something was happening to Isaac inside of the school.

Scott had assured her that he'd take care of it, since there wasn't really a way for her to defend Isaac on her own, and took off inside of the school. Olivia told Stiles that he was doing a great job with a horribly fake smile that he quickly saw through before going back to her seat on the bleachers.

The third quarter started and Scott was still absent. Beacon Hills were down by two points. And then, the fourth quarter started and everything changed. Players from both teams clashed together, sending the ball rolling down the field. It stopped right in front of Stiles, who stared at it like it was a foreign object for a moment.

And then he scooped it up into his net and took off down the field. None of the other players even knew he had the ball, the field between him and goal wide open and clear. Olivia jumped to her feet, cheering loudly with Lydia, as he raced to get there before the other team's defense could catch up.

Olivia was pretty sure she could hear him screeching as he looked back at his huge opponents and when he paused just in front of the goal, she yelled, "Shoot it, Stilinski!"

Stiles whipped the ball into the net, scoring his first goal in his first game.

Olivia screamed in excitement, hugging Lydia as they both jumped up and down. Next to them, Noah was going crazy with pride and Melissa was equally excited, yelling Stiles' name.

With two minutes left in the game, Stiles was on fire. He caught the ball from his teammate and sprinted down the field, twirling around the opposing team's defense like he was made for the sport. He easily scored, tying up the game. The whole crowd was on their feet, cheering him on. Olivia was so proud she felt like crying. Like, actual crying. What had love done to her.

Holy shit, she paused in realization. Love? I love Stiles Stilinski?

She didn't have time to focus on that. There was a minute left in the game and one goal to win.

Stiles didn't disappoint. He scooped up that lacrosse ball and took off, his teammates running after him and shouting in encouragement. Olivia waited anxiously and then screamed excitedly when he scored the winning goal, goosebumps erupting all over her body.

He won the game. He did it. Did she fucking call it or what?

And then the buzzer rang, signaling the end of the game, the crowd roared in excitement, and the lights around the field all went out at once.

Jackson...Jackson...Jackson...JACKSON!!!!

"Jackson?!" Olivia screamed, pressing her hands against her tingling chest.

The crowd was screaming as chaos erupted. They were running down the bleachers and heading toward the field and the parking lot. Lydia was tugging on her arm, and Melissa and Noah had taken off, seeing if they could do anything to help the situation.

Olivia was frozen. Something was wrong with Jackson, something worse than she ever felt.

"Liv, you're crying," Lydia said frantically; Olivia hadn't noticed. "What's wrong with Jackson? Is he okay? Liv!"

Everything sped up at once. Olivia grabbed Lydia's hand and jumped off the bleachers, running onto the field as the lights came back on one by one. There was already a crowd in the middle of the field, surrounding something.

"Somebody's hurt," they heard a guy say as they passed him. "Somebody's down on the field."

Olivia's stomach dropped. It was Jackson. It had to be.

She and Lydia pushed past the crowd in order to get to the middle to see what was going on. Jackson was on the ground, unconscious, with Melissa hovering over him, doing chest compressions.

"He's not breathing," she said rapidly. "No pulse."

"Oh, my God, there's blood," Lydia whimpered, her breath catching. "There's a lot of blood."

Olivia shook her head in complete shock. Jackson wasn't supposed to be dead. He was the kanima, the kanima that Gerard controlled. And now he was dead? He couldn't be dead.

He couldn't be.

"Get down here!" Melissa barked at her, in full nurse mood. "Get down her and hold his head."

Olivia scrambled to obey, dropping to her knees right by Jackson's head. She tilted his head up just as Melissa instructed her to do and tried not to shed anymore tears. Lydia was watching. Lydia was watching Jackson die and she had to be strong for her.

And then all the breath left her as the whispers started up again.

Stiles. Stiles. Stiles. Stiles.

"Where's my son?" Noah shouted from a few feet away, looking around the thinning crowd. "Where's Stiles? Where the hell is my son?"

(Gif is not mine)

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Life & Style, June 29

Cover: Hollywood’s 10 Worst Husbands -- Tom Brady and Gisele Bundchen, Mila Kunis and Ashton Kutcher, Nicole Kidman and Keith Urban 

Page 1: Photo Flash -- Heather Locklear leaving a gas station to buy cigarettes wearing a mask and an engagement ring 

Page 2: Contents 

Page 4: The Top 10 Neon Looks -- Florence Pugh, Lupita Nyong’o, Kate Bosworth, Kaitlyn Dever, Kacey Musgraves 

Page 5: Kendall Jenner, Heidi Klum, Nina Dobrev, Rihanna, Ariel Winter 

Page 6: Vanderpump Rules cleans house -- Stassi Schroeder, Kristen Doute, Max Boyens and Brett Caprioni won’t be returning due to their past racially insensitive actions and remarks 

Page 7: Matthew Perry stepped out in Malibu looking worse for wear and it’s got Jennifer Aniston and Courteney Cox very concerned that he’s spiraling again, Throwback -- Naomi Campbell, Biggest Spenders of the Week -- Jennifer Love Hewitt, Justin Bieber, Angelina Jolie, Katy Perry, Kendall Jenner 

Page 8: Hayden Panettiere is ready to get her life back on track and she wants to prove to her family that she’s changed, Kobe Bryant’s wife Vanessa Bryant is seeking extensive damages in a wrongful death lawsuit against Island Express Helicopters after losing Kobe and their daughter Gianna in a helicopter crash in January

Page 10: The Week in Photos -- Kerry Washington doing yoga (full page)

Page 11: Kylie Jenner with daughter Stormi 

Page 12: Joe and Melissa Gorga work out in their home gym, Jason Biggs with sons Sid and Lazlo, Hannah Ann Sluss 

Page 13: Gavin Rossdale, Jennifer Lahmers takes out the trash in a Jane Fonda rainbow tracksuit 

Page 14: Nina Dobrev posing in front of the Welcome to Nevada sign, Wells Adams jogging, Conor McGregor took his personal watercraft for a spin in Dublin 

Page 16: Stars Behaving Badly -- Tiffany Haddish gave her boobs a lift before heading down the red carpet, Paris Jackson took a tattoo gun to her foot, Jeremy Piven trying to walk his dog Bubba in West Hollywood 

Page 18: Say What?! -- Chrissy Teigen on covering up her face amid the coronavirus crisis, Sia on deciding to be single for the rest of her life, Cate Blanchett who’s previously said she’d like to become better at gardening, Alicia Silverstone on relaxing with and without 9-year-old Bear during self-isolation, Reese Witherspoon on wanting to follow her parents into the medical field as a child 

Page 20: Kelly Clarkson files for divorce from Brandon Blackstock

Page 21: Denise Richards’ marriage to Aaron Phypers is hanging on by a thread

Page 22: Cover Story -- Hollywood Worst Husbands -- Keith Urban and Nicole Kidman fighting nonstop 

Page 23: Gisele Bundchen slams Tom Brady as selfish, Justin Hartley romances his wife’s bestie, Jessica Biel haunted by Justin Timberlake’s cheating scandal 

Page 24: Julia Roberts accused her husband Danny Moder of not pulling his weight, Carrie Underwood and Mike Fisher clash over his hobby, Reese Witherspoon and Jim Toth separate lives 

Page 25: Kanye West moves to Wyoming leaving Kim Kardashian alone to care for their four kids, Jay Cutler checked out of his marriage to Kristin Cavallari, Mila Kunis and Ashton Kutcher’s trust issues 

Page 26: Meghan Markle’s secret calls to her ex -- why Meghan risked Prince Harry’s trust to reach out to first husband Trevor Engelson 

Page 28: Ben Affleck’s kids want him to marry Ana de Armas

Page 30: Mary-Kate Olsen’s birthday from hell -- trapped in a divorce battle with Olivier Sarkozy MK has little to celebrate 

Page 32: Who Lives Here? Ashton Kutcher and Mila Kunis 

Page 34: Entertainment 

Page 35: Star Review -- Candace Cameron Bure

Page 36: Style -- swimsuit season -- Sofia Richie 

Page 38: Haute hats, cool cover-ups -- Alessandra Ambrosio 

Page 40: Diva or Down-to-Earth? Down-to-Earth Ben Affleck takes a coffee break, down-to-earth Nina Dobrev paints her house, diva Mariska Hargitay has an umbrella holder 

Page 42: Social Stars Posts of the Week -- Busy Philipps and daughter Cricket, Rhea Durham, Bindi Irwin and Chandler Powell, Meghan King Edmonds with kids Hayes and Hart and Aspen 

Page 44: Horoscope -- Cancer Mindy Kaling, They’re Not Together But They Should Be -- Taurus Channing Tatum and Cancer Julianne Hough 

Page 46: Made Ya Look! -- Derek Hough on The Kelly Clarkson Show 

Page 48: What I’m Into -- Olivia Palermo 

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Found by @keeper-of-the-lore there is a whole interesting thread by current writers of Green Arrow on what plans they had, which included introducing a Jayce Riot, a teen superhero so far to the left Olivier Queen looks like a moderate next to her, how these plans had to be put on hold to allow them first closing dangling plot threads from previous runs since launch of Rebirth and also how the sudden cancellation played into it as well as how they still tried to give Riot her moment in all of it. Very interesting read.

- Admin

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My Favorite Films and Performances of 2017

Tomorrow: Oscar nominations Today: the stuff that I loved

I hope you check out something on this list that you haven’t heard of, or reconsider something you didn’t intend to see. If it's not on here, I either didn't have the opportunity to see it or I didn't really care for it (and here’s 2016 and 2015 for your perusal).

1. TWIN PEAKS: THE RETURN, David Lynch

Without question, the greatest cinematic experience of my year was 18 hours of new David Lynch material, unfurling over four months. However, if we’re talking strictly about theatrical releases, my favorite film of 2017 is

2. PHANTOM THREAD, Paul Thomas Anderson

and the rest of the Top 25, in alphabetical order:

AFTER THE STORM, Hirokazu Kore-eda

THE BIG SICK, Michael Showalter

BPM, Robin Campillo

BRAWL IN CELL BLOCK 99, S. Craig Zahler

BRIGSBY BEAR, Dave McCary

CALL ME BY YOUR NAME, Luca Guadagnino

DUNKIRK, Christopher Nolan

FACES PLACES, Agnès Varda & JR

THE FLORIDA PROJECT, Sean Baker

GET OUT, Jordan Peele

GOOD TIME, Josh and Benny Safdie

IN THE FADE, Fatih Akin

THE KILLING OF A SACRED DEER, Yorgos Lanthimos

LADY BIRD, Greta Gerwig

THE LURE, Agnieszka Smoczynska

MOTHER!, Darren Aronofsky

PERSONAL SHOPPER, Olivier Assayas

RAW, Julia Ducournau

THE SHAPE OF WATER, Guillermo del Toro

THE SQUARE, Ruben Östlund

SUNTAN, Argyris Papadimitropoulos

THIRST STREET, Nathan Silver

THE WORK,  Jairus McLeary and Gethin Aldous

But that’s not all! I enjoyed so many more 2017 movies. Sometimes with reservations, but enjoyed nonetheless:

A Ciambra, Baby Driver, Battle of the Sexes, Beatriz at Dinner, The Beguiled, Blade Runner 2049, Brad’s Status, Colossal, The Commune, A Cure For Wellness, Darkest Hour, Detroit, The Disaster Artist, Donald Cried, A Fantastic Woman, Foxtrot, Free Fire, Gerald’s Game, The Ghoul, Girls Trip, Graduation, The Happiest Day in the Life of Olli Mäki, Happy End, The Hero, Hounds of Love, Hostiles, I Don't Feel at Home in This World Anymore, Ingrid Goes West, It, John Wick: Chapter 2, Lady Macbeth, Landline, The Lego Batman Movie, Logan, Logan Lucky, The Lost City of Z, Lost in Paris, Loveless, Marjorie Prime, The Meyerowitz Stories (New and Selected), Nocturama, Okja, Patti Cake$, The Post, Prevenge, Roman J. Israel, Esq., Song to Song, Split, Star Wars: The Last Jedi, Stronger, Super Dark Times, Thor: Ragnarok, T2 Trainspotting, Thelma, This Is Not What I Expected, The Trip To Spain, The Unknown Girl, Wind River, Wonderstruck, The World of Tomorrow Episode 2: The Burden of Other People’s Thoughts

And these documentaries:

All These Sleepless Nights, Brimstone & Glory, City of Ghosts, Contemporary Color, David Lynch: The Art Life, Dawson City: Frozen Time, Icarus, Jim & Andy: The Great Beyond – Featuring a Very Special, Contractually Obligated Mention of Tony Clifton, Joan Didion: The Center Will Not Hold, Karl Marx City, Nobody Speak: Trials of the Free Press, Risk

Small-Screen Wonders:

Atlanta, The Deuce, GLOW, Mindhunter, Nathan for You “Finding Frances,” Top of the Lake: China Girl, Vice Principals

My favorite performance of the year:

Michael Stuhlbarg as Mr. Perlman in Call Me By Your Name.

Dynamic Duos:

Fiona Gordon as Fiona & Dominique Abel as Dom, Lost in Paris

Armie Hammer as Oliver & Timothée Chalamet as Elio, Call Me by Your Name

John Hamm as Water & Lois Smith as Marjorie, Marjorie Prime

Vicky Krieps as Alma & Daniel Day-Lewis as Reynolds Woodcock, Phantom Thread

Favorite Ensembles:

Beatriz at Dinner, The Big Sick, Detroit, The Florida Project, Free Fire, Hostiles, It, The Killing of a Sacred Deer, Lady Bird, Okja, The Post, T2 Trainspotting, Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri

More memorable (and in many cases underrated) performances):

Lior Ashkenazi as Michael Feldmann, Foxtrot

Kris Avedisian as Donald, Donald Cried

Nahuel Pérez Biscayart as Sean, BPM

Emma Booth as Evelyn White, Hounds of Love

Rob Brydon as Rob, The Trip to Spain

Lindsay Burdge as Gina, Thirst Street

Bene Coopersmith as Bene, Person to Person

Siddharth Dhananjay as Jheri, Patti Cake$

Kirsten Dunst as Edwina, The Beguiled

Buddy Duress as Ray, Good Time

Betty Gabriel as Georgina, Get Out

Jeff Goldblum as Grandmaster, Thor: Ragnarok

Tiffany Haddish as Dina, Girls Trip

Adèle Haenel as Jenny Davin, The Unknown Girl

Fantine Harduin as Eve, Happy End

Harriet Sansom Harris as Barbara Rose, Phantom Thread

Kelvin Harrison Jr. as Travis, It Comes at Night

Sally Hawkins as Elisa, The Shape of Water

Sylvia Hoeks as Luv, Blade Runner 2049

Lil Rel Howery as Rod Williams, Get Out

O'Shea Jackson Jr. as Dan Pinto, Ingrid Goes West

Dafne Keen as Laura, Logan

Udo Kier as Placid Man, Brawl in Cell Block 99

Kirin Kiki as Shinoda Yoshiko, After The Storm

Kevin Kline as Maurice, Beauty and the Beast

Diane Kruger as Katja Sekerci, In The Fade

Jarkko Lahti as Olli Mäki, The Happiest Day in the Life of Olli Mäki

Alice Lowe as Ruth, Prevenge

Melanie Lynskey as Ruth, I Don't Feel at Home in This World Anymore

Lesley Manville as Cyril, Phantom Thread

Garance Marillier as Justine, Raw

Elizabeth Marvel as Jean Meyerowitz, The Meyerowitz Stories

Tatiana Maslany as Erin Hurley, Stronger

James McAvoy as Dennis et al., Split

Kyle Mooney as James Pope, Brigsby Bear

Terry Notary as Oleg, The Square

Michelle Pfeiffer as Woman, mother!

Florence Pugh as Katherine, Lady Ma

Lance Reddick as Charon, John Wick: Chapter 2

Andrea Riseborough as Marilyn Barnett, Battle of the Sexes

Millicent Simmonds as Rose, Wonderstruck

Maryana Spivak as Zhenya, Loveless

John Turturro as Alan, Landline

Daniela Vega as Marina Vidal, A Fantastic Woman

Denzel Washington as Roman J. Israel, Esq., Roman J. Israel, Esq.

Michelle Williams as Gail Harris, All the Money in the World

Dwight Yoakam as Warden Burns, Logan Lucky

Favorite older films I saw for the first time in 2017:

MARRIED TO THE MOB, Jonathan Demme, 1988

THE MERCHANT OF FOUR SEASONS, Rainer Werner Fassbinder, 1972

PAPER MOON, Peter Bogdanovich, 1973

PIECES, Juan Piquer Simón, 1982

Fin!

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Βιογραφία | Quincy Jones

Ο Quincy Jones γεννήθηκε στο Σικάγο του Ιλινόις των ΗΠΑ. Θεωρείται μια από τις μεγαλύτερες προσωπικότητες στην ιστορία της μουσικής. Έχει εργαστεί με μεγάλη επιτυχία σαν παραγωγός, ενορχηστρωτής και μαέστρος με μερικά από τα μεγαλύτερα ονόματα της μουσικής βιομηχανίας όπως οι Duke Ellington, Miles Davis, Frank Sinatra, Ray Charles, Celine Dion κ.α.

��ο 1956, περιόδευσε ως τρομπετίστας και μουσικός διοργανωτής των Dizzy Gillespie Band σε μια περιοδεία τους στη Μέση Ανατολή και τη Νότια Αμερική που χρηματοδοτήθηκε από την Υπηρεσία Πληροφοριών των ΗΠΑ.

Μετά την επιστροφή του στις Ηνωμένες Πολιτείες, ο Jones υπέγραψε μια σύμβαση με την ABC-Paramount Records και άρχισε τις ηχογραφήσεις του, ως ηγέτης της δικής του μπάντας.

Το 1957, ο Quincy εγκαταστάθηκε στο Παρίσι, όπου σπούδασε σύνθεση και θεωρία με την Nadia Boulanger και τον Olivier Messiaen. Επίσης, πραγματοποίησε εμφανίσεις στο Paris Olympia.

Ο Jones έγινε μουσικός διευθυντής στη Barclay Disques, τον γαλλικό διανομέα για την Mercury Records. Κατά τη διάρκεια της δεκαετίας του 1950, περιόδευσε με επιτυχία σε όλη την Ευρώπη, με μια σειρά από τζαζ ορχήστρες. Ως μουσικός διευθυντής του τζαζ μιούζικαλ Free and Easy του Harold Arlen, ο Quincy Jones ξεκίνησε για άλλη μια φορά περιοδείες. Η ευρωπαϊκή του περιοδεία έκλεισε με την τελευταία του εμφάνιση στο Παρίσι τον Φεβρουάριο του 1960.

Με μουσικούς από την εκπομπή Arlen show, ο Jones δημιούργησε τη δική του μεγάλη μπάντα, που ονομαζόταν The Jones Boys, με 18 καλλιτέχνες- συν τις οικογένειές τους. Η μπάντα περιελάμβανε μεγάλα ονόματα από τον χώρο της τζαζ, όπως τον Eddie Jones και τον συνάδελφο του και τρομπετίστα Reunald Jones, και οργάνωσε μια περιοδεία στη Βόρεια Αμερική και την Ευρώπη.

Αν και οι εμφανίσεις του, κατά τη πολύχρονη περιοδεία του στην Ευρώπη και Αμερική, είχαν μεγάλη επιτυχία και απέσπασαν πολύ καλές κριτικές, τόσο τα κέρδη, όσο και ο κακός προυπολογισμός μιας τέτοιας μεγάλης μπάντας δεν ήταν αρκετά για να την συντηρήσουν, με αποτέλεσμα να καταλήξουν σε μια οικονομική καταστροφή. Η μπάντα διαλύθηκε και άφησε τον Jones με οικονομικές δυσκολίες.

Ο Irving Green, επικεφαλής της Mercury Records, βοήθησε τον Jones να σταθεί και πάλι στα πόδια του με ένα προσωπικό δάνειο και μια νέα θέση εργασίας ως μουσικός διευθυντής της Νέας Υόρκης σε μια εταιρεία, όπου εργάστηκε με τον Doug Moody, με τον οποίο λίγο αργότερα θα σχημάτιζε την Mystic Records.

Το 1964, o Jones προήχθη σε αντιπρόεδρο της εταιρείας, με αποτέλεσμα να γίνει ο πρώτος Αφροαμερικανός σε μια τέτοια εκτελεστική θέση σε δισκογραφική εταιρεία. Το ίδιο έτος, ο Quincy Jones έστρεψε την προσοχή του σε ένα άλλο είδος μουσικής, τη μουσική για τον κινηματογράφο. Μετά από πρόσκληση του σκηνοθέτη Sidney Lumet, συνέθεσε τη μουσική για την ταινία The Pawnbroker. Ήταν η πρώτη από τις 33 συνθέσεις του για κινηματογράφο.

Μετά την επιτυχία του The Pawnbroker Jones άφησε τη Mercury Records και μετακόμισε στο Λος Άντζελες. Μετά τη μουσική του σύνθεση για την ταινία The Slender Thread, με πρωταγωνιστή τον Sidney Poitier, έγινε πολύ γνωστός και περιζήτητος ως συνθέτης.

Οι επόμενες ταινίες για τις οποίες συνέθεσε μουσική ήταν οι: Walk, Don’t Run, In Cold Blood, In the Heat of the Night, A Dandy in Aspic, Mackenna’s Gold, The Italian Job, Bob & Carol & Ted & Alice, The Lost Man, Cactus Flower και The Getaway. Επιπλέον, συνέθεσε τη μουσική για την ταινία “The Streetbeater”, η οποία έγινε γνωστή ως το μουσικό θέμα για την τηλεοπτική κωμική σειρά Sanford and Son, με πρωταγωνιστή τον Redd Foxx.

Στη δεκαετία του 1960, ο Jones εργάστηκε ως ενορχηστρωτής για μερικούς από τ��υς πιο σημαντικούς καλλιτέχνες της εποχής, όπως τον Billy Eckstine, Sarah Vaughn, Frank Sinatra, Ella Fitzgerald, Peggy Lee και Dinah Washington. Οι σόλο ηχογραφήσεις του Jones άρχισαν επίσης να γίνονται γνωστές το διάστημα αυτό, με κυριότερες τα τραγούδια Walking in Space, Gula Matari, Smackwater Jack, You’ve Got It Bad, Girl, Body Heat, Mellow Madness, και I Heard That!!.

Είναι ευρύ γνωστός για τη μελωδία που συνέθεσε το 1962 με τίτλο “Soul Bossa Nova”, η οποία προέρχεται από το άλμπουμ Big Band Bossa Nova. Το “Soul Bossa Nova” ήταν το θεματικό τραγούδι για το Παγκόσμιο Κύπελλο του 1998, για το τηλεπαιχνίδι Definition της καναδικής τηλεόρασης, για τη ταινία του Woody Allen Take the Money and Run και για τη σειρά ταινιών του Austin Powers.

Ο Jones ήταν επίσης υπεύθυνος για την παραγωγή και τις τέσσερα εκατομμύρια πωλήσεις των singles της Lesley Gore κατά τη διάρκεια της δεκαετίας του 1960. Συνέχισε να είναι ο παραγωγός για την Lesley μέχρι το 1966.

Το 1981 κυκλοφόρησε το άλμπουμ The Dude, το οποίο γέννησε πολλά hit singles, συμπεριλαμβανομένου του “Ai No Corrida” (διασκευή τραγουδιού του Chaz Jankel), “Just Once” και “One Hundred Ways”, με τα δύο τελευταία να μετράνε συμμετοχές του James Ingram στα φωνητικά.

Το 1985, ο Jones συνεργάστηκε με τον Steven Spielberg για την ταινία The Color Purple. Αυτός και ο Jerry Goldsmith (από το Twilight Zone: The Movie) είναι οι μόνοι συνθέτες, εκτός από τον John Williams, που έχουν συνεργαστεί σε θεατρική ταινία με τον Spielberg.

Μετά την αμερικανική τελετή των Music Awards του 1985, ο Jones χρησιμοποίησε την επιρροή του, καταφερνώντας να συνεργαστεί με την πλειοψηφία των πιο διάσημων Αμερικανών καλλιτεχνών σε στούντιο ηχογραφήσεων, για το τραγούδι “We Are the World” με σκοπό να συγκεντρώσει χρήματα για τα θύματα του λιμού της Αιθιοπίας.

Το 1988, η Quincy Jones Productions ένωσε τις δυνάμεις της με την Warner Communications με αποτέλεσμα της δημιουργίας της Quincy Jones Entertainment, και την υπογραφή συμφωνίας με την Warner Bros και την NBC Productions.

Ξεκινώντας στα τέλη της δεκαετίας του 1970, ο Jones προσπάθησε να πείσει τον Miles Davis να εκτελέσει εκ νέου τη μουσική που είχε παίξει σε πολλά κλασικά άλμπουμ, υπο την καθηδηγηση του Gil Evans κατά τη δεκαετία του 1960. O

Davis δεν είχε ποτέ δεχτεί την πρόταση του, όμως το 1991, και ενώ ταλαιπωρούνταν από πνευμονία, υποχώρησε και συμφώνησε να εκτελέσει τη μουσική σε μια συναυλία στο Φεστιβάλ Τζαζ του Montreux. Το άλμπουμ που προέκυψε από την ηχογράφηση αυτή, με τίτλο Miles & Quincy Live at Montreux, ήταν το τελευταίο άλμπουμ που κυκλοφόρησε Davis, αφού πέθανε μερικούς μήνες αργότερα.

Το 1993, ο Jones συνεργάστηκε με τον David Salzman για την παραγωγή της συναυλίας που αποτέλεσε υπερθέαμα, με τίτλο An American Reunion, μια γιορτή των εγκαινίων του Bill Clinton ως Προέδρου των Ηνωμένων Πολιτειών. Την ίδια χρονιά, ο Jones ένωσε τις δυνάμεις του με τον David Salzman και προχώρησε στη μετονομασία της Quincy Jones Entertainment σε Quincy Jones/David Salzman Entertainment (QDE). Η QDE ήταν μια διαφοροποιημένη εταιρεία που παρήγαγε τεχνολογία μέσων ενημέρωσης, κινηματογραφικές ταινίες, τηλεοπτικά προγράμματα (In the House, The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air και MADtv), και περιοδικά (Vibe και Spin).

Το 2001, δημοσίευσε την αυτοβιογραφία του, Q: The Autobiography of Quincy Jones.

Στις 31 Ιουλίου 2007, ο Jones συνεργάζεται με την Wizzard Media για την έναρξη του Quincy Jones Video Podcast. Σε κάθε επεισόδιο, ο Jones μοιράζεται τη γνώση και την εμπειρία του πάνω στη μουσική βιομηχανία. Το πρώτο επισόδιο είναι χαρακτηριστικό, με τον Jones στο στούντιο για την παραγωγή και ηχογράφηση του “I Knew I Loved you” της Celine Dion, που περιλαμβάνεται στο άλμπουμ- αφιέρωμα για τον Ennio Morricone, We All Love Ennio Morricone.

Ο Jones βοήθησε επίσης στη κυκλοφορία του CD της Anita Hall, Send Love, που κυκλοφόρησε το 2009.

Υπήρξε παραγωγός στο πρώτο άλμπουμ σε πωλήσεις όλων των εποχών, το “Thriller” του Michael Jackson, με πωλήσεις που ξεπερνούν τα εκατόν δέκα εκατομμύρια αντίτυπα.

Μέχρι σήμερα έχει κερδίσει είκοσι επτά βραβεία Grammy, το 1989 και το 1990 τιμήθηκε με τα βραβεία Trustees Award και Grammy Legend Award αντίστοιχα για την συνολική προσφορά του στην μουσική βιομηχανία.

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River + Jackson + Antonia + Olivier @theartofruling

Location: Flashlight Tag Evening Event, Divine Forest

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"Now," River began, dark eyes scanning the faces opposite her as she stood pressed snug to Jackson's side with his hand sat warm on her backside. Like usual. "Before the carnage begins, are we choosing teams?" Not even milliseconds after asking, the Princess swore that she felt Jackson's amused reaction to the inquiry. "Or are we defaulting to couple versus couple?" She asked everyone. Unlike Ollie, River wasn't fashionably dressed for flashlight tag. After all, River Hartwell was a skilled faerie. Simple but effective illusions would be her first line of defense during the game. "Which, Ollie, aren't you dressed rather adorable. I mean, menacingly." She complimented, unable to not partially smile at him. "It seems no matter how old you get... it's hard to not see the little hybrid I met almost a century ago." River turned to Toni. "A part of me is curious on how you'll compete." The Princess paused. "Which, Ayanfe, what are the rules again?" She inquired, her face turning towards Jackson.

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"So, what's the plan?" He asked Toni in a low voice. The only other person that could've heard them, no matter the distance, was Jackson. But that was a risk that the hybrid had to take. The game of tag hadn't started yet. Still, it couldn't have hurt to have something planned. Besides, Olivier was genuinely excited. He wore all black. From cargo pants, black boots, to an unnecessary long sleeve, yet snug, black shirt. While flashlight tag was not something that the hybrid played at all, he knew that the four of them were all competitive in their own way. Hell, a good portion of Olivier competitiveness was fashioned by Jackson Gerard himself.

"I'm good with couple versus couple." Ollie replied with a shrug. "What about you?" He asked Jackson and Antonia before speaking to River again. "But if you want me and parrain to kick your ass..." He trailed off with a smirk. "I'm okay with that." Ollie's arm was thrown over Toni's shoulders, a decreased number of rings on his fingers than usual. Dark brown eyes rolled in their sockets at River's compliment, a corner of his mouth quirking in quiet amusement. "Me? Menacingly cute?" Ollie laughed. "Is that all you have for me?" It was moments like this growing up, with Jackson and River, that Olivier could almost imagine what having parents were like. "Do you hear her?" He asked Jackson with a shake of his head. "You're not going to help me?" The hybrid asked his godfather. "Shh," Olivier shushed. "This gorgeous witch? She's our secret weapon." He boasted with a smile. "Are we placing any bets? Normally, I like making more money than betting it. But I don't think we'll lose." Ollie sent Antonia a confident wink, the arm around her shoulders falling to hug at her waist and his hand sat atop the curve of Toni's behind. "What do you think?" He asked her.

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"Young man's sport?" A look of complete disbelief morphed Olivier's features at his godfather's comment. "So what does that make you, then?" He asked in a joking tone and an eyebrow raised in Jackson's direction. "Networking?" Ollie sighed before taking another deep sip of their blood bag. "For the duchy? The gallerie?" He asked, curious. "And you should've joined. Or volunteered for something. These things are usually boring and well..." Olivier shrugged. "Free unprovoked violence was the most interesting event for today. Of course I signed up."

The hybrid shook his head with a low laugh, glad to have finished their snack and rose to his feet for another. "And my hands are what? Beautiful dividends of your tutelage, yes. But they are also the best facial reconstruction tool since the sledgehammer." He boasted with a proud smile while rotating one of his fists to emphasize his point. "Well then, send her my love when you meet later." At Jackson's question, Olivier's mouth betrayed him and eased into a smile before he pierced his latest blood bag with a straw and took the first sip from it. Effectively ridding himself of it, briefly. "You mean, Antonia? She was here." Dark eyes panned over and carefully watched Jackson's face as he continued. "She kissed the stupid helmet that they made me wear for good luck. After my rounds, she had a client to meet." He shrugged again and drank more from the bag.

"How did networking go?" Ollie paused. "Oh, I know you were already here. But did you want a blood bag?" He offered.

Jackson watched on proudly as Olivier competed. He also told just about anyone he could to make sure to keep their eyes locked on him. He knew they were sick of him but he didn't care. It wasn't like they could kick his ass anyway. When Ollie approached, he met him with a round of applause. "Now you know, that this is a young man's sport, and I've been networking most of the day. I haven't had time to participate in anything really. Besides, I'm not trying to take your spotlight. I saw your name on the list and wanted you to shine." He raised his hands. "These hands are for painting and holding River's ass. Jousting is not on the list. You haven't missed her. We're meeting up later. Where's your normal plus one? I've seen Damien in the crowd."