#victor sinclair thoughts

[loveandmurders]

I can't stop thinking about the song What could have been by Sting.

It happens to perfectly describe Trudy and Bo's relationship.

I am the monster you created

You ripped out all my parts

And worst of all, for me to live

I gotta kill the part of me that saw

That I needed you more

I can't imagine the trauma behind the way Vincent and Bo got physically seperated by Victor. But in a way, Bo is the one who suffered the less, compared to what happened to Vincent's face.

I can't imagine the guilt Bo feels every day though, even if it is not his fault. Deep down, he knows it. Trudy knew it too, but she still never loved him.

She couldn't, even if she would have tried.

She made him angry, she broke him physically and emotionally over and over again, until there was nothing left but a sadistic and violent man.

Even if Bo would have tried to get away from the murders, he couldn't. It was too late, it was his fate, it was what his mother made of him.

And even if he was aware Trudy never loved him, he still safely kept her body inside the church and replayed her funeral over and over again. It may be an attempt to get free from her, to finally let her go and to not desire her love anymore. Or it may be just like when you scratch an old wound and you make it bleed again. He knows he needs her, but he lost her forever and even if she was still alive, even if she could see everything he is doing for her and for her project, she couldn't love him.

Because she didn't have it in her.

And he knows it.

I hope you know we had everything

When you broke me and left these pieces

I want you to hurt like you hurt me today and

I want you to lose like I lose when I play what could have been

Oh, what could have been

They could have been a happy family despite everything.

Vincent was the little artist, Bo could have been the responsible big brother and he could have helped the family. Lester could have brought so much light and joy in the family too.

But Victor and Trudy didn't have it in them to be good, even less to be good parents. Their love was toxic and selfish. Maybe they loved each other, but Trudy certainly only loved her art.

More than once Bo cursed his parents, his mother. He just wanted to be loved, he just wanted to be part of something. He was jealous of Vincent, of course. But at the same time, he loved his twin too much and Vincent had always been there for him.

Bo's anger was directed toward his mother. The pain was (and still is) unbearable. He could imagine how life could have been. When she died, he wondered if it wasn't his own hatred and violence who killed her. Maybe everything he felt turned into a disease and destroyed her body like she destroyed him.

Maybe it was her own hatred and violence who killed herself, but Bo never thought about it, because things were always his fault.

In the end, she died and Bo killed Victor.

No one won, and everyone lost.

Why don’t you love who I am?

What we could have been

He used to scream at her, to threaten her, to try and beat her. When he grew up things went worst and even Victor had issues fighting him off. Truth to be told, Bo would have never hurt Trudy. He just needed her to see how hurt he was.

But she didn't care.

Now, every day, he goes seeing her at the church, asking her why she couldn't love him. Everything could have been so much happier, if she had at least been able to pretend. He could have even been a better person. Truth to be told, he didn't particularly enjoy the killing, he just didn't believe he deserved a better life.

His mother told him too many times he was a monster, so it had to be true.

And he loved her so much.

I am your ghost, a fallen angel

You ripped out all my parts

I couldn’t care what invention you made me

'Cause I, I was meant to be yours

And because the boys loved her, worshipped her, they couldn't let go of her work. Vincent didn't want to leave because of his face and because he had to keep going her art. Bo didn't want to leave because he couldn't let go of Vincent and because he wanted his mamma to be proud of him, wherever she was (probably in Hell). Lester left but came back everyday for his big brothers. Trudy never loved Lester either, but she never hurt him, because she didn't care about him at all.

She hated Bo because he was a monster just like her, because she could see her own sins in him, because she could see herself in him. And she hated herself and she hated this stupid and pathetic life she had. She had always wanted more, she wanted to be famous and that was why she forced Vincent to promise him he would keep going her legacy.

She hated her life, but she was scared to die.

And she died painfully.

Vincent cried, Bo didn't but shattered even more, Lester was lost.

Victor went even more insane.

Funny how a woman who had no love was adored by the four men in her life. Such a waste.

I hope you know we had everything

When you broke me and left these pieces

I want you to hurt like you hurt me today and

I want you to lose like I lose when I play

In the very end, Bo and Vincent die in the House of Wax. Vincent hugs Bo and puts his face where it used to be in their mother's womb. It could have been the metaphor of a new beginning in a better life, but it is just Vincent looking for comfort as he loses everything.

They die because they spent their life wanting to please a woman who broke them; they even die inside of Trudy's legacy. All her creations are gone now, even her boys.

Lester is left alone once again, as if even death forgot about him. He may be lost, but he is the only one who has the chance to get free from this past.

With a bit of luck, Bo and Vincent will never find Trudy in Hell.

Despite everything, they still deserve better.

I want you to hurt like you hurt me today and

I want you to lose like I lose when I play

What could have been

[ghostywispe]

the copses bride but its byler

[satoshy12]

Underworld Fighter/Bodyguard Danny

It had already been a few years since Danny, for his job, left Amity Park. Working as a bodyguard or fighter in a meta-arcade. His sponsor was Veronica Sinclair, also known as Roulette, as he fought in her arena against other metas or villains for money.

Since she built her new undeground arena, where metahumans can fight for money and similar things, they are forbidden to join normal competitions as it's "unfair" against normal humans.

I mean, it would be unfair to see Superman in a boxing ring against a normal human, but still.

Roulette doesn't need to capture heroes, as the meta fights out of their own free will, and she still earns a lot of money. Even a few politicians and others came to watch the fights. From CEOs, crime bosses, and even once, the Presidents of the World!

As a fighter for Roulette and her bodyguard, Danny has had around 400 fights since the very beginning of the arena and 0 losses.

His boss asked if he could work as a warden in Arkham Asylum for the Mayor of Gotham, as it had an important meeting for one month.

As being told by Veronica, Danny had no problem with it; his sister worked in Arkham, and his daughter Dani wanted to visit her. He could stay for one month, then take his vacation to visit Amity Park. And it's not the first time he worked as Bodyguard for someone else, he did work for few people like Lex Luthor or Pinguin. For Lex he got to a job as he thought against Parasite.

1 Month later

Batman wasn't sure what was happening; no villain had broken out in more than a month. And he didn't hear anything from the Joker.

He learned that because of a new Warden who already left Arkham, no one tried to escape. Someone who one-shot Solomon Grundy K.O. with a punch and put the Joker, Professor Pyg, and Victor Zsasz into a coma with a single uppercut to the stomach?

Gordon seemed to be very happy as he said that, but seem very sad that the Warden had left.

+ Danny smiled at Dani, as they were driving with Jazz to Amity Park. Still he didn't like the talk both were doing about boys. Dani is too young!

But it had been nice to meet Pinguin again, it was a long time he worked for him and Sofia Falcone too. Or Bane from the Arena, he thought he stopped being a Villains like Victor as it's paid well enough in the Arena.

Mr Freeze:" For Nora." he earns in 1 fight the same as he does as thief.

Danny is adult, around 28 years old or older.

[ragdollsgender]

sad that sinclair just somehow fixed the issues with making reanimen out of corpses offscreen cuz i assumed those guys were being made out of living soldiers who thought they were signing up for an awesome captain america supersoldier program without realizing they were actually going to be identity deathed by a morally gray egg who looks like a combination of syd march and tumblr fanon victor frankenstein. like some kind of mechposting situation

[barenecessiteas]

More Random Sinclair Headcanons Cuz I Can't Get Them Out of My Head

Hello my lovelies, I'm back with more House of Wax Headcanons that absolutely nobody wanted or asked for lol. Since we got Victor and Trudy out of the way, we can now move on to the boys. I'm starting off with beautiful sweet summer child Lester because he doesn't get enough love. Hope you enjoy 😊

Lester Sinclair

Lester was definitely an unplanned baby. His parents already felt like they had their hands full with the twins, so they kinda freaked out when Trudy got pregnant again

Trudy was particularly freaked because she was worried something would be physically wrong with him, like how the twins were conjoined. That and her post partum was already terrible from the twins she wasn't looking forward to that

Thankfully, Lester was born perfectly healthy. Both Trudy and Victor were SO relieved

He was also a very calm and happy baby overall. He didn't really cry that much, and when he did it was easy to soothe him once they figured out what he needed (like feeding, a nap, etc.)

The twins were 6 when Lester was born. A few days after Trudy gave birth to him, Bo asked if they could take him back to the hospital because he "didn't like him because he was weird looking" 😭

He warmed up to Lester more as he got older because Lester always seemed to smile and laugh at everything Bo did. To this day he still has no idea why baby Lester found him so entertaining but he just kinda accepted it

Vincent was definitely more receptive to having a new baby in the house. For the first year or so, he just kinda liked to hang around and watch Lester. Though because of the mask Lester would just kinda stare back at him most of the time

That was until he accidentally knocked Vincent's mask off. He was a little over a year old, Vincent was picking him up, and he went to touch Vincent's face

Vincent was horrified at first because he was SURE Lester would cry at the sight of his face

Lester, however, just started smiling, giggling, and gently grabbing at Vincent's face. This was the first time he ever smiled at Vincent

This did help Vincent's self esteem a little, and he would take his mask off if it was just him and Lester around

As he got older, Lester was just naturally a happier and more easy going child. He always found ways to entertain himself or keep himself occupied

Part of this is because, even as a baby, he picked up on the fact that his parents seemed to argue less if he was all cute and smiley and laughing. Babies are very perceptive, and it seemed like this helped to keep his family from arguing as much because they'd be cooing and fawning over him on how cute this baby was

This is the main reason why he got much less attention from his parents. It wasn't necessarily on purpose, Trudy and Victor had the mentality of "Well he's so self-sufficient and easy to manage that it's okay if we focus on our other two kids a little more"

He was closer to his father than he was with his mother. Even though Victor wasn't around as much, Lester loved having him talk about anatomy and bones. He thought it was so cool as a kid!

Vincent was more interested in that stuff too, but more from an artistic standpoint. Still, this helped them bond a little as they grew up

He and Bo bonded over a shared love of shooting and hunting. Their dad would take them out on occasion and they loved it. Vincent wasn't really interested in that stuff as much, so it was often just Bo, Lester, and Victor

Both he and Bo have excellent marksmanship because of this

He was also one of those kids that came home completely covered and dirt and mud or whatever when he played outside. He never cared about getting dirty and he just loved playing outside

Whenever he had nightmares as a kid, he would go crawl into either Bo or Vincent's bed with them instead of going to his parents. He just spent more time with his brothers, so it never really crossed his mind to seek his parents out

Bo would act all bothered by the fact that his baby brother was snuggling up to him in bed, but he never actually minded

Vincent never once complained when Lester snuck into his bed after a nightmare. He'd even tuck Lester in before climbing back in to sleep

He loves animals so much, always has since he was little

This is kinda where the roadkill fascination came in? At first he'd always be sad whenever he'd see a dead squirrel or deer in the road. It still makes him a little sad, but Trudy would always try to soothe him by saying it was just the circle of life or whatever. He just kinda sees it as a natural part of life now

Lester hated seeing cars keep running over animals, even though they were already dead and couldn't feel it. That's when he'd start picking up roadkill as a kid and bringing them into the woods around the town

Victor had told him that dead animals help the trees and plants grow, so he figured it was better than having them flattened in the road

Trudy was less than thrilled whenever Lester would come back home smelling like roadkill with blood and dirt on his hands. Bo and Vincent thought it was hysterical

It became routine that Lester always needed a thorough bath before supper. The frequent washing actually made him prone to really annoying eczema. He liked being clean but he couldn't stand the itching

Trudy was the one who would help him put on lotion and ointment to make him feel better. She was also the one to always patch him up when he got hurt playing outside. It was probably some of her most motherly moments just doing those simple things alone

After Trudy and Victor both passed, it was Lester's idea to move out of the house. He moved into the cabin their family had in the woods where Victor would take him and Bo when they went hunting

He figured it would be easier for Bo and Vincent to not have to deal with the roadkill smell and his constant long showers (because Bo always loved to complain about this stuff to him)

He was already pretty self sufficient and independent anyway, and he'd be close to home. He still got to frequently see his brothers

Bo acted relieved when Lester moved out, but he secretly missed having his baby brother in the house with him. But don't tell him I told you that. He'll deny it until the day he dies

Lester is very much aware of the killings and wax project, as I'm sure most of us believe. He was absolutely pissed when he found out about it though

He doesn't really enjoy it that much, but his loyalty to his family outweighs any reservations he has about leading people to their death

Not everyone they send to Ambrose dies. Lester will usually vouches for the people who are nice to him, and Bo and Vincent will go along with it

It's when people would treat him like shit that he started not minding about them dying so much lol

He is Jonesy's second favorite person in the whole wide world (after Vincent). Whenever he comes over he lets Jonesy tackle him to the floor with kisses

He visits his brothers at least a few times a week. He comes over for dinner most days and tends to spend the day with them over the weekends

Bo again acts annoyed but he's secretly thrilled whenever Lester comes home to spend time with them. They'll drink beer and watch TV together whenever he's over

Lester encourages Vincent to join them in playing pool. Sometimes it'll even just be him and Vincent playing together

These are his happiest moments, when it's just him, his brothers, and Jonesy

Alright I'll stop here before you all get annoyed with me lol. Hope you all enjoyed these 💕

[adalwolfgang]

What shall I tell my ma...

Chapter 1

Teen!Beaugard (Bo) Sinclair x Teen!Fem!reader

Summary: You met Beaugard Sinclair back in 1989 when Ambrose was still heavily settled with people. This is how it yalls story started.

A/N for future chapters: Bo is 17 and you're 16 and the story takes place in 1989, back then if you told a kid to go left, they'd go right. I asked my ma who was born in 1974 in a rural town questions before writing this and all I got to say is, back then things were very different. Kids underage did things they shouldn't have been doing but did it anyway. That being said I don't condone kids under the age of 18 doing anything that's mentioned below or in future chapters. This is fictional, not real life. I also plan to make this a series if people ask for it enough.

Warnings: 1989, Victor and Trudy Sinclair, Bo being Bo, Small harassment, Characters might be a little ooc.

Credit to @cafekitsune for the banner(s)!

You step over the small grate as you make your way to the front door of the gas station. A canister held firmly in your hand. Your fathers truck ran out of gas, so he sent you into town with $10 to fetch some for him. In return, he'd given you 5 more dollars to buy a treat for yourself at the gas station. It wasn't uncommon for kids your age to be running errands like this for your parents or anyone for that matter.

The door chimed as you entered. Led Zeppelin meets your ears as you spot a radio resting on the counter. You walk around a bit, looking over the selection of drinks and snacks. As you do, a brunette around your age it seemed, walked out of the back room holding a dirty rag. When it spots you, a small smirk appearing on his face.

"How can ah help ya little lady?" He wipes his hands clean with the rag before tossing it over his shoulder and going behind the counter. His eyes never leaving yours.

You raise the canister a little in your hand, "In need of some gas. Whatever $10 will get me." You place the canister on the counter, along with a drink you picked up from the cooler. "I'd also like to buy this please."

"We got plenty uh fuel, no problem'." He took the canister off the counter and walked to the back. After a couple minutes, he came back, setting the now full canister on the counter. As he rings up your drink, he try's making small talk. "Are ya headin' sumwhere in particular or yer uh local?"

"I live just outside of Ambrose, just never really had a reason to stop by here until now," You explain to the young man as you watch him ring you up. You give him a puzzled look when all he charges you for is the drink.  

"I see." That wasn't interesting at all he thought. When he notices your confusion, his smirk grows bigger. "On thuh house since yer uh new face." His eyes wander over your figure before looking back up at your face. "Yer uh purdy little thang though," he looks you up and down once more, clicking his tongue in thought. "Ya got anybody waitin' for ya back home?" he asked with a teasing grin.

You bite the inside of your cheek, your grip tightening on the handle of the canister. "Just my parents. I best get back before my dad runs me a new one for wasting time," You explain as you give a polite smile. His face falls a little in disappointment before perking back up as if his demeanor hadn't changed.

"How often do ya thank you'll come back here again? Sure ya can't stay uh bit? It gets quite borin' here alone..." He leans his elbow on the counter, resting his chin in his hand. His eyes traveling up your body, lingering for a moment on the curve of your hip. He smirked teasingly, "Ah promise, you'd enjoy yerself."  

You give a nervous laugh nodding your head to him before muttering a small goodbye and retreating out of the station with the canister and your drink held firmly in your hands. Bo watches your retreating form, smiling and shaking his head to himself as he lets out a small sigh. His eyes spot a couple of bills laying under a notepad, this causes him to smile softly at the cash. "Touché darlin'...."

A few days go by as you carry on with life. The small interaction at the gas station long forgotten. You walk down the street of Ambrose, a small list of errands your mother had tasked you to do for the day. As you read over the list, you hear someone call out, "Hey!" You look around for the voice, quickly spotting the guy from the gas station a few days prior sitting in an old Chevy k-30. He hops out of the truck and start jogging over to you. "Where ya goin', purdy girl?" He walked right infront of you, blocking your path.

Your faces show a little of puzzlement and amusement. You ignore his question, instead asking one of your own. "Aren't you that mechanic at the station?"

"The mechanic, yeah. Bo Sinclair." He nodded with a grin, his eyes moving up and down your body before they meet yours again. "...And you?" He asked, casually wrapping an arm around your waist. "Purdy girl like you gotta' hav' uh name." He asked playfully.

Your face heats up a little from the bold gesture, a nervous smile appearing on your face. "Why do you want to know my name?"

"Cuz ah just wanna make sure ah git' yer name right when I'm introducin' ya to mah ma as mah new girlfriend!" Bo said, that teasing smirk back on his face, he was clearly not backing down. "So? Whut shall ah tell mah ma when ya come back home with may fer dinner?" He said, the playful tone in his voice clear.

"Mhm....well, as interesting as it would be meeting your ma, I have errands to do, so I'll have to politely decline. But I'll generous with telling you my name since you gave me yours. It's (Name)." You explain as you move away from his grasp, making sure your list wasn't crumbled. You start walking again, leaving Bo to talk to himself for a second.

"Name," Bo said, tasting how it rolled off his tongue. "I like thet." He had a grin on his face, the sound of your name on his tongue felt oddly charming to him. "Ah promise mah ma ain't scary," he cuts himself off before adding "atleast not tuh guest's." He comes back to reality when he notices you walking away. He lets out a short huff in annoyance before calling out to you, "The more ya reject uh man, the more he wants ya!" Bo shouted, as if it was the truth, a smug grin plastered on his face. "It's gist the way it iz!" He shouted, shrugging before he continued with a teasing tone. "But ya gist keep playin' chur little game girl! Eventchly you'll give into me!" He shouted one final time before you turned a corner, a smirk still plastered on his face. "I know it..."

Tags: @ninakuli

[roanofarcc]

PROJECT SUNSHINE CHAPTER FORTY NINE → EYES CLOSED, HEAD FIRST, CAN’T LOSE

summary: steve harrington x oc | on ao3

when another product of Hawkins National Laboratory escaped a long-survived nightmare alongside her sister, she crashed into one unsuspecting teenage boy and dragged him deeper into the dark mysteries that made up their hometown.

word count. || masterlist || ocs moodboard

warnings: cannon typical violence, child abuse, horror, gore, and depictions of mental illness. parts of this story were written pre-season 4 release. cannon divergence.

a/n: words cannot express my love for erica sinclair...

previous chapter ← → next chapter

They had absolutely no idea where they were going. The only thing Sunshine knew was that they certainly were heading straight into trouble with no other way out. Her neck hurt from how she slept slumped against Steve’s shoulder for only a couple of hours, and everyone else seemed to have just as uncomfortable slumber as herself. They had little to nothing on them. Dustin’s backpack had a couple of snacks, a few dollars, his walkie-talkie, and his tape recorder. Sunshine had no idea what Erica had in her backpack, but she doubted the younger girl had packed any survival items or weapons, considering she was ten and only planned to haggle ice cream out of Steve and Robin before going to her friends for a sleepover. None of them were prepared for whatever awaited them at the end of the hallway, if there even was an end. 

“You have to admit, as a feat of engineering alone this is impressive,” Dustin said, breaking the silence that had befallen the group a couple of minutes into their journey. 

“What are you talking about? It’s a total fire hazard,” Steve said. “There’s no stairs, no exit, just an elevator that drops you halfway to hell.” 

Erica shot them an unamused look over her shoulder. “They’re commies. If you don’t pay people, they’ll cut concerns.” 

“To be fair to our Russian comrades, I don’t think this tunnel was designed for walking.” Robin jumped into the conversation, picking at her nails as she kept her gaze forward at the expanse of the hall. Sunshine knew a nervous habit when she saw one. Robin hadn’t stopped picking at her nails since last night. They were red and looked on the urge of bleeding. Of course she was nervous, Sunshine thought, none of them signed up for this part of their ‘mission.’ And Robin, up until that moment, had lived a fairly normal life, free of life or death situations. Now she was stuck with three people who had encountered enough life-or-death situations for all five of them twice over. 

“Think about it,” Robin continued, rambling quickly. “They developed the perfect system for transporting that cargo. It all comes into the mall like any old delivery, they load it up onto those trucks, and nobody’s the wiser.” It was smart. The mall was the last place anyone would suspect any suspicious activity due to the constant crowd it drew in.

“You think they built this whole mall so that they could transport that green poison?” asked Steve. 

“I don’t think it’s poison,” Sunshine replied. She didn’t know what the green goo was, but it had to be something more important than poison. Whatever it was, was bad if it warranted such secretive transportation and heavy guard. 

Dustin nodded in agreement with Sunshine. “Yeah, I seriously doubt it's something that boring.” Steve scoffed but kept his lips pressed into a thin line. “It’s gotta be more valuable, like promethium or something.” The only person who knew what Dustin was talking about was Robin, who hummed in response. 

“Promethium?” Steve quirked a brow, waiting for an explanation. 

“It's what Victor Stone’s dad used to build Cyborg’s bionic and cybernetic components,” explained Robin, clearing absolutely nothing up. 

“You’re all so nerdy it's making me physically ill.” Erica placed a hand over her stomach and doubled over, pretending like she was going to be sick on her shoes. It made Sunshine smile, even in their disastrous situation. 

Sunshine hadn’t been around Erica much, not enough to get to know the girl, but she had heard Lucas complain about his little sister a million times over. She was spunky and amusing, and a little different than her brother but they looked too alike to mistake them as anything other than siblings. There was a signature Sinclair-determined glint that Sunshine saw in Erica’s eyes after she successfully crawled through the vent that she had seen mirrored in Lucas’s eyes a couple of times. They also resemble spitting images of their parents, sharing the same nose and shape eyes. Sunshine only wished she had the chance to get to know Erica under any kind of different circumstances. 

“No, no, no,” Steve protested. “Do not lump me in with them. I am not a nerd.”

“Why so sensitive Harrington?” asked Robin, teasingly. “Afraid of losing cool points to a child?” 

“No,” he scoffed. “I’m just saying that I don’t know jackshit about Prometheus.” 

“Promethium,” Dustin quickly corrected. “Prometheus is a Greek mythological figure, but whatever. All I’m saying is, whatever that stuff is, it’s probably being used to make something or power something.” 

“Like a nuclear weapon,” Robin wondered aloud. Sunshine bit down hard on the inside of her cheek, holding back worry that crawled up her throat. She did not want to believe they were heading towards any kind of weapon. The naive side of her brain wanted to believe that they’d stumble upon a door or a lost keycard and walk right out of the place as if they had never even been there in the first place. But the realistic half of her brain knew they would encounter some kind of trouble one way or another, and she needed to be ready for a fight.

“Great, so we may be walking toward a nuclear weapon.” Steve huffed. 

Robin stopped picking her nails and furrowed her brows, falling into what looked like deep thought. “I don’t get it, though. If they are building something, why here? Why Hawkins? At the very best we’re a toilet stop on your way to Disneyland.”

Sunshine, Steve, and Dustin faltered at Robin’s words, lingering just behind Robin and Erica as they continued wondering why anyone would do anything in Hawkins. They had no idea what had already happened in the town; the place was a nightmare hiding in plain sight; a little boring town that was home to slayed monsters and runaway experiments. There were only two reasons why anyone would be interested in Hawkins, and they went hand-in-hand. They’d only be interested if they knew what lurked beside them in another world not too unlike their own, and the place that opened the bridge between the two worlds. 

“Maybe you were right,” Dustin said, looking guiltily at Sunshine. 

“You think they might know about…” Steve trailed off because he didn’t need to finish his sentence for Sunshine and Dustin to know exactly what he was getting at. 

Sunshine felt her gut twist tighter into a knot. “They could.” She couldn’t imagine what would happen if anyone at all discovered the truth about the Upside Down, Russian or not. She didn’t know what they meant for them once they reached the end of the hall, or the world half a mile up. 

“So, it’s connected?” 

“Maybe,” she said. “The Lab, the Upside Down. One always leads back to the other and they both started here.” And it was supposed to be over. The Lab was shut down completely and El closed the Gate. It was supposed to be behind them. They seemed to be the only people who knew the ramifications of toying with something unstable as human experiments and other dimensions, and they had been the only ones to face the repercussions of the aftermaths. 

“I’m sorry,” Robin’s voice rang out as she and Erica turned around to look at the three of them. “Is there something you guys would like to share with the class?” None of them said anything, and luckily, they didn’t have to because Dustin’s walkie muttered from inside his backpack. 

Robin held the walkie close to her ear and repeated the words in English. “A trip to China sounds nice if you tread lightly.” Dustin’s eyes widened and brightened. “Wherever that broadcast is coming from, it’s close. And if there’s one thing we know about that signal…” 

“It can reach the surface!” Dustin gasped. With their small sliver of hope, they hurried down the hall as quickly as their feet could carry them. Sunshine wasn’t sure how long they ran, but eventually, they saw the end of the hall as it emptied out into a larger space. As it grew closer, voices grew louder. Sunshine managed to get to the front of the group, leading them without any idea of what they were heading into. 

A pair of people came into view with their backs to the group. They beelined behind a cluster of crates stacked high that shielded them from their view. Sunshine carefully peeked around the edge of the crate and waited until the pair disappeared around the corner. Once they were out of their sight for a minute or so, they quickly followed them, ducking and weaving to stay as hidden as they could until they came upon a sight she wasn’t sure any of them were expecting. 

The place was swarmed with Russians in military uniforms, speaking in their native tongue with guns slung over their shoulders. Others were dressed in familiar lab coats and held clipboards to their chests. A hand grabbed her arm as she gawked at the buzzing scene, pulling her down with the rest of the group behind another stack of crates. 

Being trapped inside the elevator was one thing, but the underground Russian base was a whole other predicament that exceeded whatever Sunshine had expected. They were five kids now trapped with dozens of foreign military officers and what looked like doctors and or scientists.

“I saw it,” Erica suddenly whispered, squished between Steve and Robin. “The comms room, I saw it.” 

“Are you sure?” Dustin asked. 

“Positive. The door was open for just a second, but I saw a bunch of lights and machines and shit in there.” 

Dustin looked unsure. “That could be a hundred different things.” 

“I’ll take those odds,” Robin said, looking between Sunshine and Steve like she was waiting for their input. 

“Me too,” agreed Sunshine. They couldn’t stay in their current spot without a certain risk of being caught. If they made it to the comms room, there was a chance they could reach someone on the surface who could help them or get help. 

Steve looked back and forth across the distance between them and the room, probably weighing their options before he came to a similar conclusion to Sunshine. “All right,” he agreed too. “We’re going to move fast and stay low.” 

Following Steve’s lead, they managed, by some miracle, to make it across the base and up a couple of steps to what Erica thought was the comms room. The door was on the verge of closing, as two people exited it and turned the opposite way of the group, and Steve grabbed a hold of it before it shut, holding it open so everyone could pile inside. The second Sunshine entered, she was greeted with an alarming sight; the room was still preoccupied. 

At the sound of their labored breathing and footsteps, the man seated at a desk turned around, staring at the group with as much confusion as they held looking at him. His arm moved downwards; his fingers inched toward his belt where a gun was holstered. She instantly shoved Erica and Dustin behind her and moved to do the same to Robin, but the girl bravely stepped forward. She started to recite broken Russian to the man, repeating the code, but he either didn’t understand or didn’t care. He spoke words that none of them knew and made a more obvious attempt to grab his gun. 

Before Sunshine had a chance to ignite the light in her palms, Steve let out a yell and charged straight for the soldier without the slightest hesitation. The man stumbled, taken by surprise just before Steve crashed into him, knocking both of them against the desk. The soldier shoved Steve off with a grunt and swung his fist, but Steve dodged it just before he delivered his own punch into the man’s gut. The soldier roared in anger and pain. He grabbed Steve by the collar of his work uniform and shoved him back into the desk. Steve’s back met it with what sounded like a painful thud. Sunshine readied to intervene, but Steve grabbed a hold of the phone that sat on the desk and swung it hard, bringing it down against the man’s face. The hit was enough to send the soldier down, smacking his head against the corner of the desk and knocking him out cold.

They stood in stunned silence, flickering their stares between the passed-out soldier and a breathless Steve.

Dustin pushed out from behind Sunshine’s outstretched hands and smiled in disbelief. “Dude, you did it! You won a fight!” 

A small smirk formed on Steve’s lips. He wiped a couple of beads of sweat from his face and leaned back against the desk. Sunshine stepped forward, looking Steve over for any injuries. “Are you okay?” 

“Yeah,” he breathed out, looking rather happy with himself. 

Dustin ripped the keycard from the Russian’s belt and held it between his fingers triumphantly. “Now we’ve got a way out of here.” Erica and Dustin quickly began to bicker over their next best course of action, while Steve tried to mediate. Sunshine had noticed Robin slipping away, entranced by a staircase just to the side of the room they were in. An odd glow painted the staircase and Robin approached it with curiosity. Sunshine followed her, in case any more trouble waited at the top, but they were only met with another closed door that held a small window that allowed bright blue light to pour through and spill onto the stairs. 

The glow was more than unnatural. It caused goosebumps to rise on Sunshine’s arms and the hair on the back of her neck to stand on end. She and Robin exchanged a look before she called down to the others. “Guys! There’s something up here!” 

☀☀☀

Steve should have kept a list of every perceptive-shattering thing he had witnessed in his short lifetime so far. Monsters with endless rows of jagged teeth, his childhood best friend returning to him in the very woods she was lost in ten years prior, possession, superpowers, and the list went on and on. And Steve knew about the Gate, the portal-like thing that was a doorway into another freaking dimension- an evil one at that. But seeing it in person, the gigantic rip in the fabric of their universe, was something he couldn’t process, let alone the fact that he was seeing it inside an underground Russian military base that had set up operation underneath the mall he had been working at all summer. It was unreal, impossible even. 

But through two glass panels, they all saw it just past a large control room. A bright beam of blue light was shot through the gaping wound of their world, and the Gate pulsed to life. Steve’s mind couldn’t think of anything other than the fact that it was bad; really, really, really bad. 

“This cannot be happening again,” Sunshine mumbled, stumbling back from the glass with her head in her hands. She wore a similar expression to Steve and Dustin, something filled with a mix of panic and worry as they processed the implications of what the Russians had done, what they could have potentially released. 

“I don’t understand,” Robin said. “You’ve seen this before?” To her and Erica, Hawkins was as normal as any old town in America, but it was anything but that.

“Not exactly,” Steve replied. 

“Then what, exactly?” 

Dustin took off down the stairs and everyone followed suit. “All you need to know is that this is bad. I’m talking end of the human race as we know it kind of bad.”

“And if the Gate has already been opened, it’s safe to assume that something’s already come out it,” Sunshine added. 

Great, Steve thought, more monsters. He was getting really sick and tired of monsters. 

“Yeah, and we know who they’ll go after.” Dustin looked over his shoulder at Sunshine as fear for all of his friends up on the surface flashed across his boyish face. They needed to get the hell out of there, and fast, to warn the others if they didn’t already know. 

When they reached the comms room again, Erica stopped dead in her tracks, eyes wide. “Um, Steve? Where’s your friend?” She pointed to the spot on the floor where the soldier had just been lying, but the man was nowhere to be seen. And as if on cue, an alarm began to blare throughout the base, alerting an entire army that something was wrong; they were what was wrong, and they all stuck out like five sore thumbs. 

Cursing under his breath, Steve cracked the door they entered through and peered outside. A series of soldiers stood not far and in the middle of the group was the man Steve had knocked out. His eyes darted to the cracked door, pointing and yelling in Russian as Steve slammed the door shut. 

“We’ve gotta go!” he yelled as heavy footsteps approached the door, and without wasting another second, they took off and headed back up the stairs. Bathed in blue light, Dustin shoved the door to the control room open, despite it being full of people. They looked a little less threatening in that they weren’t soldiers but rather some kind of Russian scientists or doctors that decided to fuck up Hawkins even more than it already was. But the soldiers were close behind them, and Steve knew they needed to hurry. He spotted another door on the opposite side of the room and ushered the group towards it. 

The door led out onto a platform that sat smack dab in front of the Gate. The drill-like contraption that was being used to keep the Gate open was so loud that it rattled Steve’s bones. It spun quickly, shooting the beam of blue light into the fleshy rip on the wall. 

They were in the worst possible place in the entire lab, standing beside a high-powered weapon that opened something that they had no business messing with. Steve gripped the railing tightly and scanned the area for another quick escape route. Soldiers flooded out of the same door they had left from and rushed toward them just as Steve spotted a ladder a couple of feet away. He led the way, climbing down first to make sure no one was waiting for them at the bottom before he started to help the others down. 

One by one they scrambled down the ladder, ending with Sunshine, who Erica reattached herself to once her feet hit the ground. Steve was even more horrifying aware that they dragged a ten-year-old into the base. If they made it out of there, Mrs. Sinclair was going to have his head, that was for sure. 

They sprinted away from the Gate but were met with another group of soldiers that ran towards them from down a hall. Steve braced himself before he slammed up against a stack of empty barrels that were lined up against the wall, sending them crashing down and obstructing the soldiers' path just slightly, buying the group just enough time to put some distance between them and the men. 

Robin shoved open the first door they came to, which they were lucky enough to find empty. There was nothing inside besides a ventilation system and a couple of mundane-looking control panels. Once they all piled inside, Steve slammed the door shut and pressed his back against it just as fists pounded on the other side. They were grossly outnumbered. Both Sunshine and Robin joined him at the door, trying to prevent the soldiers from entering while Dustin and Erica removed the grate to the vent in the floor that was wide enough for a body to squeeze through. 

Dustin looked expectantly over at the teens as he said, “Come on, let's go!” But none of them moved, they couldn’t. The second any one of them took their weight off the door, the soldiers would enter. There was no way in hell was going to let Dustin and Erica be caught; that was completely out of the question. 

“Just get out of here!” Steve said through gritted teeth, trying to keep his hold on the door as more bodies on the other side beat against it. 

Dustin shook his head. “Come on, you guys! Now! We have to go!” 

Sunshine managed to meet Dustin’s panicked gaze with a soft one like she wasn’t talking to some smart-ass but rather a terrified kid who found himself in yet another terrifying situation. “Dustin, you need to leave. Take Erica and go get us help, okay?” She tried to hold her voice steady, but Steve heard worry slip through its cracks. 

“N-No! Guys-” 

“Dustin, please go!” she pleaded. “I will keep them safe; I promise, I’ll keep them safe. But you have to go and warn the others. Tell Hopper we need help. He’ll know what to do. We will be okay.” 

Dustin hesitated, but by the look on his face, he put his faith in Sunshine. He and Erica climbed down into the vent and disappeared from their view. It was just the three of them left, holding the door as it started to slip from their grasp and crack open. It didn’t take much longer for the people on the other side to overpower the three of them. The force of the soldiers entering knocked Steve and Robin off of their feet, but Sunshine managed to keep herself upright. 

There was a look in her narrowed eyes that Steve recognized almost immediately, knowing what she was about to do. His mouth went dry and any words he wanted to yell left him in a panic. He didn’t even have time to call out her name before more soldiers flooded into the room with their weapons raised. And like a strike of a match, light bloomed to light in Sunshine’s hands, freaking out the soldiers and distracting them just enough for her to attack first. She outstretched her arms as quick flashes of light filled the room, stinging Steve’s eyes. He looked away for only a second, listening to the sound of screams and guns clattering against the concrete floor. Some of the men fell alongside their guns, clutching their hands to their eyes as their faces contorted in pain. 

But there were far too many of them. Steve and Robin were utterly useless, watching from the ground. At the sound of their comrades' screams, more men filed into the room and drastically outnumbered Sunshine in the confined place. Too many bodies moved in a sea of uniforms and Sunshine’s fighting became frantic and uncoordinated as she tried to aim away from Steve and Robin. He knew she didn’t want to hurt them, but she couldn’t do that and fight the soldiers.

Before he knew what was happening, the butt of a gun was slammed down hard against the back of Sunshine’s head. Even in the commotion, he heard the sick ‘crack’ of her skull, met with a scream that tore through Robin’s lips. 

Sunshine hit the ground at his feet, but just out of his reach. 

Steve’s heart leaped into his throat along with a strangled gasp. He couldn’t breathe. He didn’t have his bat or a single thing to fight with. 

Two soldiers reached down and roughly grabbed Sunshine by the arms, hauling her limp figure upwards. Steve found his voice as a gut-wrenching fear drenched him from head to toe. “Let go of her!” he screamed, trying to reach her through the mess of soldiers who all pointed their weapons at him. He didn’t care; all of his focus was on Sunshine as she was dragged away. “Don’t touch her!” Before he could scramble back to his feet, another soldier raised his weapon and brought it down against his head. Black dots swarmed his vision as Robin screamed again. He mumbled Sunshine’s name before the world around him grew dark, and then vanished. 

Tagged (lmk if you'd like to be added :) ) @sattlersquarry , @leptitlu , @drunkengodsofslaughter

[messy-gemini1]

Hello, I was just wondering if you could do a Sinclar (House of wax) little sister one-shot about how she had died back when she was a teenager, because of a stalker who was obsessed with her short and innocent nature. Possibly SA'd too if you feel comfortable writing that, and it all happened because Bo just didn't want to pick her up, or just forgot to pick her up from school late in autumn. She had been outside for a really long time, and eventually the Sinclair family got worried since she never was out that late. Eventually the police gets involved, and they find her corpse dumped in a road kill pit, as if she was too trash. Of course the brothers are devastated, especially Bo, even if he dosen’t exactly show it. And even though nobody had said it yet, Victor just puts all the blame onto Bo for being a horrible brother. And years later, when Vincent had made their sister into a wax statue, and displays her in her old bedroom. A victim manages to find the wax statue, about to touch it, only to get killed by Bo. And Bo checks the overall condition for his dead sister, he ends up hugging it whilst sitting on her old bed. (The wax statue is sitting on the bed as if she was reading a book). Whispering to the corpse of his sister in a mumble; "Its okay. Your safe now. Big brother is here, big brother is here..."

why am I Only now just seeing this!?!?! This is so good wtf! Anyway here you go! and again sorry for not getting to this! Warning: !! meantion of death, SA and use of the word rape ______

Having three older brothers should be a good thing right? you got three men who'd Lady their lives for you, brothers who'd help you with anything.

So why didn't BO do this for you..a small task.

It had been around autumn, your favorite time of year. the colors, Halloween, the weather. all of it.

You wanted to go to one of the football games the school was having. You had saved up your own money from chores and what not to go, all you needed was someone to pick you up.

Vincent couldn't for obvious reason, Lester would be working too late so that left big brother Bo..

"please please please! I'm beggin here bo!" you whined to your older brother, hugging his arm. Bo groaned, a unlit cigarette between his teeth. "fine whatever! just get off my back!" He scowled. You smiled wide and hugged him "thank you!"

And with that you got ready to head out, a friend picking you up.

You gave your mom and dad a kiss on the cheek, saying bye to Vincent and bye to Lester as he left for his nightshift and then finally bye to bo as you headed out the door.

Bo rolled his eyes, getting a text soon after from one of his flings, a girl he'd been fooling with. He grinned and immediately headed out, telling his brothers he'd be out.

~~~~~~

His phone kept ringing but he was too busy sucking faces with the girl. He shut it off each time, groaning each time.

It wasn't until hours later when he was getting into his truck to head home did he notice the time. He cursed and turned his phone on, seeing all the text from you.

He cursed and scrolled through the texts seeing them all.

"bo?" "hello?" *missed call* *missed call* *missed call* "are you coming? its getting late" "Bo please answer, my friends have already left" "I'm catching a ride with a classmate" He sighed, at least she had a ride. but now he felt like shit. He had promised to pick her up but here he was, fucking around with some girl. But he guessed shed be okay with the friend she was riding with..right? ~~~~~~ (do not read if you are sensitive to the warning above) You hummed in the passenger seat of your classmates care, the radio playing. He kept sending you glances but you ignored them. The car slowed to a stop on the side of the road, making your brows furrow as you turned to look at your classmate. "just thought we sit, talk a little" he smiled, hand on your knee.

"oh um..I really need to get home. mama will worry." you spoke softly. "oh cmon..I know you (y/n). sweet thing.." he slide his hand to your knee, making you uncomfortable. "please stop.." you spoke and moved his hand, he growled and grabbed your wrist. "oh am I not good enough for you? not trashy enough? I've been watching you for years, why haven't you noticed me!?" He snapped

You yelped, biting his hand and darting out of the car and into the woods.

"YOU WHORE!!" he screamed and gave chase.

you ran as fast as you could, tears filling your eyes at the thought of what could happen. But you were never the fastest girl..and he easily caught up.

Screams filled the woods as he assaulted you, grabbing, tearing, doing anything he could get away with, you sobbed and screamed for him to stop. but he didn't only doing as he please.

Once he was done, he grabbed a rock and beat her over the head again and again until she stopped moving. he heaved in anger and grabbed her ankle, dragging her body back to the car and into the truck.

He drove to the kill pit and tossed her body into the pit, spitting on her face as if she was trash. He took a souvenir, her ruined tattered panties, shoving them In his pocket with a sneer before driving off... ~~~~~ (If you skipped you can read here now)

When Bo got home the only one awake was Vincent, sitting in the living room sketching. His head lifting up before he signed "Wheres (Y/n)?" Bo looked confused "she ain't home yet?". Vincent shook his head, eye squinting behind the mask "Thought you were picking her up?" Bo looked guilty "I lost track of time and forgot, but she texted and said she was catching a ride with a classmate." He said. Vincent only nodded and went back to sketching.

Bo went to bed, tired as all hell.

When he woke up, You still hadn't came home and it worried your mother to death. She was already in a fragile state but to know her only daughter hadn't came home worried her. Their father grumbled about 'girl probably stayed the night at a friends' and it seemed to calm her a little..

Until one day turned to two, then three.

their mother frantically called the police and put in a missing persons report, it was a small town so everyone heard about your disappearance. The police quickly began searching from the last spot she was seen at.

It took them two weeks to find her..

When they got the call, everyone was stunned. Their little girl, found dead and raped in the pit. her clothes torn and bloody. Her eyes staring lifeless at the sky.

Bo felt sick to his stomach when he saw her body. so pale and dirty, Her normally clean hair covered in blood, a large gaping wound in he head from where the bastard stuck her , once pretty eyes cold and staring at the sky, bruises and marks on her neck and arms, Her clothes torn and ripped, missing a shoe. her underwear missing, probably from the bastard that did it..

Bo felt like he could die then, he wanted to, God did he want to..

The police didn't care, called her 'Sinclair trash'. they gave the body to the family and that was that. They did find the sicko that did it, a classmate that had been stalking her, she had made a few indications she was uncomfortable around him to the school but they did nothing. The boy got a 20 year sentence, ended up only serving 8 when he got stabbed in prison by an inmate, a call Bo gave to a buddy of his.

At home, it was a mess. Victor yelling at Bo until he was red.

"What the hell is wrong with you! you had one fucking job and that was to protect your sister!!" he growled. But bo didn't listen, flashes of his sisters Body in his eyes..

Lester had been crying the whole time, Vincent shutting himself away in the basement. and their momma..poor woman cried to herself over and over

they embalmed her Body in wax not long after, her mother and Vincent making her look more alive than ever. A book in her hand as they posed her in the house of wax. Never telling a soul it was really her under the wax and not just wax.

Bo held that guilt for years, he wanted the man dead. the one who took his little sister, the sunshine that was the Sinclair family.. They locked her room up, never touching a thing just as she had left it that day..

~~~~~~ *years later*

The guy shuffled around the room in the home, opening a pristen looking room, It was a girls room by the decorations around. His eyes caught sight of a wax figure sitting on the bed reading, a soft smile on her lips as it stared at the page.

The man reached out to touch the wax, but a hand grabbed his; snapping his fingers causing him to scream.

Bo snarled and dragged him into the hallway, talking the screwdriver and stabbing the man over and over again until the screwdriver was too wet to hold onto

He heaved, hands shaking in anger as he shuffled into the room checking the figure over, making sure nothing was wrong before cradling it

"i-its okay, (y/n). Big brothers gotcha, ain't no one gonna hurt you again, big brother bo's here..." he mumbled, rocking. His eyes burning with tears as he held the waxed encased corpse in his arms.

He never let another person touch his sister, he'd never let someone take her innocence again...

______ A/n: so sorry it took so long to write, idk why I never got a notification for it. But I hope you liked it! it was my first time writing a darker fic, especially with one with SA! But anyways here you are!

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Mark Sumner at Daily Kos:

For the past week, Elon Musk has repeatedly commented about buying MSNBC. At the same time, Musk accused the news outlet of peddling "puerile propaganda" and derided MSNBC's ratings, which have—as might be expected—dropped since the election. The result has been a string of comments on Twitter and Fox News in which Trump supporters chortle over the thought of replacing Rachel Maddow with Joe Rogan and exult in the distress they believe Musk's comments must be generating on the left. Many of Musk's "jokes," and those of toadies like Rogan, have been accompanied by the kind of homophobic, racist, or misogynist memes that have come to dominate Twitter since Musk laid down $44 billion to destroy that platform. But even as Musk and his social media pals laugh, no one should consider this a farce. It's a threat. And it's not just a threat against MSNBC. Musk is signaling that he has the limitless resources and unchecked power to purchase and shutter any outlet he believes represents a threat to Donald Trump or the incoming array of kleptocrats. He can not only silence perceived critics, he can do it on a whim.

What Musk is suggesting is known as "media capture," and it's a common practice among authoritarian governments everywhere. Whether it's a long series of Russian journalists falling from windows, or Victor Orbán building a media empire that controls every scrap of news reaching the citizens of Hungary, a hallmark of authoritarian governments is that they do not tolerate independent reporting. One of the first and most obvious messages to emerge in the wake of the election earlier this month was just how uninformed and misinformed many American voters already are. In post-election interviews, many voters falsely attributed policies advocated by Kamala Harris to Trump. The policies that Trump actually ran on, from inflationary tariffs to mass deportations to the destruction of the legal system, were either missed altogether or dismissed as inconsequential political rhetoric. The reason for that is simple enough: While the right has an effective media force at every level, America has no progressive media.

When people are in their cars, radio pundits push a constant stream of fearmongering and hatred. Rush Limbaugh may have been one of the first of these toxic voices in America's ear, but he's the soul of moderation compared to many that now fill the airwaves. When people are in their homes, right-wing propaganda is always available. It's not just Fox News, Newsmax, Real America's Voice, Right Side Broadcasting Network, and One America News Network. It's The 700 Club, Great American Family, and dozens of syndicated pundits. In many cases, these pundits pop up during news programs that are nominally on NBC, ABC, or CBS stations as right-wing owners like Sinclair Broadcasting insert commentary into what are supposedly factual news programs.

When people are waiting for their tires to be changed, their teeth to be cleaned, or their meal to be prepared, there's a good chance that if there's any news programming available at all, it's a right-wing broadcast backing Trump, sowing suspicion about "others," and offering up good old American solutions couched in racism and violence. On the left, there is effectively no alternative. Some late-night comedians are willing to take Trump on, and a handful of cable programs mingle comedy with a dose of news content. However, there is no progressive news platform in the United States. Trump supporters may be quick to deride the traditional "big three" outlets, PBS, MSNBC, CNN, The New York Times, and The Washington Post as if they are all the products of Karl Marx, but all of these outlets—with the exceptions of a few programs of commentary and a scattering of editorial columns—still hold to a broken concept of "balanced" coverage, even when that means leaving lies unchallenged. If anything these outlets skew distinctly right just because they are so concerned about being seen as favoring the left. Over the last decade the extent to which these outlets have bent over backward to avoid being critical of the right, while joyfully leaping on any perceived weakness of the left, has become startlingly obvious.

[...]

Here are a few random imaginary headlines that don't require more than a dime-store crystal ball.

Fox News and Newsmax exclusively allowed on military bases

White House press conferences remove journalists under investigation for "treason"

FCC moves to award Starlink nationwide contract for providing rural broadband, declares it will save billions

CNN goes dark following dispute with regulators

Congress opens investigation into censorship on BlueSky as FCC passes new rules against blocking or banning users

U.S. government agencies to use only social media platforms certified "free"

Congress insists that Sesame Street include more Christian content

None of these things have happened. Don't think for a moment that they can't. Or won't. The best move for any of the outlets not already firmly captured by the right is simply this: Report clearly. Stop trying to be fair to people who have no interest in being fair, or honest, or anything less than hateful. America needs an opposition media. It needs one quickly. Unfortunately, there are no signs of that opposition emerging. Musk may be threatening to buy MSNBC, but in the meantime, the remainder of the media is signaling that they don't need to be captured — because they are willing to capitulate.

Mark Sumner wrote on Daily Kos that the Hungarian-style media capture of outlets perceived as not 100% deferential to MAGA propaganda to turn them into megaphones of distortions as a result of Donald Trump's 2nd win is an attack on the freedoms we cherish.

See Also:

Uncharted Blue: Musk's threat to buy MSNBC is no joke

[ketchup-chup]

Arcobaleno Real Names

Just some personal headcanons as to what the Arcobaleno’s real names are. 

This does not include any of the Sky Arcobaleno since those can already pass as real names I believe.

Reborn:  Renato La Rosa

Lal Mirch: Lalita Russo

Colonnello: Marcello Colton (Credit: @alternativeann)

Verde: Raphaël Auclair

Skull: Vitaly Andreev

Viper/Mammon: Silas Grace

Fon: Zhou Fēng (Zhou being the surname)

Reasons under the read more!

Reborn: I mostly chose Reborn’s name because I do really like the fanon name but wasn’t a huge fan of the last name Sinclair for many reasons. Thus, I wanted a last name that not only flowed really nicely with Renato but was also Italian. I decided on La Rosa in the end, since it’s a common last name in Sicily (according to my research, but please do correct me if I'm wrong), where I headcanon Reborn is from, and also Renato La Rosa just sounds so nice.

Lal Mirch: I really wanted to keep the Lal part of her name intact and always pictured her as at least half or mixed but not fully Italian. I imagine she goes by just the nickname Lal as she was tired of people butchering her name (and as someone with a “foreign” name I very much relate).  I also have the headcanon that all CEDEF members use code names with the theme of spices and herbs, which is why she would go by the name Lal Mirch. As for her last name? I just thought it flowed well…

Colonnello: The account @/alternativeann made a post about Arcobaleno names as well, and they gave the name Marcelo Colton to Colonnello and I absolutely loved it. I hope they’re okay with me using it as well, since it just suits him so well. I also love the idea he’s part American. 

Verde: Another first name I had contemplated going with is Victor but Raphaël won me over in the end. Like many others, I do go with the idea he’s French, specifically from France. And no offense to the French, but he fits the pompous, and rude stereotype they have.

Skull: Vitaly because it means life! You get it? B-because he’s the immortal stuntman… Maybe that’s a bit of a stretch, haha… I'll admit the last name is chosen completely at random. Oh, but someone on discord mentioned to me that they’ve seen Vasya used for Skull and I like that one a lot too!

Viper/Mammon: Essentially, my thought process was that, since Mammon is a biblical figure (not the KHR character but the actual Mammon), I should pick a biblical name for their real name. I’ll admit this now though, I grew up Buddhist, so I’m not the most familiar with the bible… For the last name I decided to make Mammon English and once again play into the biblical theme. This is the one I struggled with the most, so if anyone has better ideas please let me know! Fon: The exact characters are 周風, Fēng just being an alternate Romanization of Fon. It’s still the same character used and, since Fon also works as a name, I could see him just going by his given name. As well, because I'm a little split on the idea of him originally being part of the Mafia (or Triad) before he was cursed. I could also just see him being a famed martial artist or civilian of some form.

Please do let me know if you think any of these are horribly inaccurate or have mistakes!

[loveandmurders]

Red string and crimson hands (Poly!Sinclair brothers x afab!reader) - Part VI Finale

Hi everyone, this is the last part of this soulmate AU requested by @mrstargayen09 .

You can find part 1 here, part 2 here, part 3 here, part 4 here and part 5 here.

Hope you'll enjoy <3

Warnings: no proof reading, mentions of sexual activities several time, a few strong words, killer!reader, dark!reader, mentions of killing people violently, mentions of past abuse (from Victor and Trudy),

Next morning, you went downstairs with Lester, holding his hand before letting go of him to greet Vincent with a kiss on the cheek and by calling him “handsome”. Bo watched the three of you with suspicious eyes. You all seemed so relaxed and happy, like things would have been if you had never left.

“What’s goin’ on?” Bo asked as you started to make some toasts

“What do you mean?” you innocently said

“Why’s Vincent the only one to get kissed 'good mornin’ and why holdin’ Lester’s hand?” Bo pouted

“‘Cause they both fucked me good last night” you simply said and Vincent almost shocked on his water while Lester brightly blushed at such words. 

Bo sent daggers at his brothers. He was quite hurt that he was the only one who hadn’t been able to pleasure you the night before. Even more because he was usually the seductive one. It worried him a lot more than he wanted to admit.

“Havin’ favorites already?” Bo continued and you instantly shook your head

“Oh no, not at all, hon!” you quickly defended yourself “I was horny, Vincent checked on me and you know, we just had sex. Then I needed a shower and I found Les in the corridor.” you explained

“Gosh, if I had known I wouldn’t’ve slept last night either…” Bo groaned but by calling him “hon” you had appeased him a little bit

“Don’t worry, Bo, I won’t forget about you” you winked at him

Bo didn’t reply but he hoped you would keep your promises.

The four of you believed you might enjoy another quiet day all together, but it seemed that even without the help of Lester, tourists found Ambrose. The softness of the morning was instantly broken when your soulmates all got up and asked you to stay in the house while they would deal with the people coming in.

You watched them go, your eyes following them and the red strings attached to them. You couldn’t help but be worried about them. You also hated how this situation brought you back to the question of what happened for you to leave them.

You tried to busy yourself by doing the dishes and tidying up around. You still noticed through the windows that they were six tourists and you hated how they outnumbered your lovers. You tried to convince yourself that everything was going to be alright.

You still settled in front of the living room window to watch over Bo’s shop. You saw Lester getting three tourists toward the House of Wax, where Vincent was probably waiting for them. Bo stayed with two men and one girl, from what you could see.

You had a bad feeling. A very bad feeling.

Even more when they all seemed to get inside Bo’s garage, so you didn’t see any of them anymore.

When you heard gunshots, and screams, it triggered something in your brain. Yo ran outside, toward Bo’s shop. You didn’t need to think; you just had to act. The two men were trying to hold Bo, while the girl was aiming at him. You weren’t sure if she was the one who shot before, but you didn’t care. You grabbed the first tool you could see and violently smacked her head with it. She instantly fell unconscious on the floor, her head bleeding. The men were so shocked they froze for a moment, which allowed Bo to get rid of them. 

He yelled at you to get away, but you didn’t listen to him. How could you, when he was in danger? You were a real demon, fighting for your people’s life with such determination that nothing could stop you. As you were roughly hitting one of the men, before Bo shot at him and at the other guy, you briefly thought that you were a violent animal, maybe even a monster too.

You had never thought you would enjoy violence, but the adrenaline pumping in your veins was delicious.

You enjoyed being covered in blood, you enjoyed the way Bo held you by your shoulders while checking on you with worried eyes, you enjoyed passionately kissing him then. He was surprised but answered your kiss, just as hungrily as his twin was the night before. His hands were instantly on your waist, bringing you impossibly closer to him.

“Ya hurt?” you asked as you broke the kiss

“I’m fine. Gonna check on Les and Vince. Please go back home and stay out of troubles” he begged you and you pouted

“I can take care of myself” you said

“Y/N. I’m serious.” he growled at you and God forbid you found it way too hot for your own good.

“Ok, ok. I’ll wait for you back home. Go to the House of Wax now” you finally promised and Bo kissed your forehead before running away

You turned around to watch the dead bodies littering the ground.

You realised you killed the girl and you noted you simply felt powerful, and nothing else. It scared you and you started to question yourself even more.

You felt so lost, that you directed yourself toward the church. You weren’t particularly religious but it seemed like the right place to go at this instant.

That was until you opened the door and saw the sculptures watching you with angry eyes. It froze you, until you understood it was a dramatic smokescreen. You recognised some of the faces as you moved more into the sacred place. You understood it was a funeral scene with how people were dressed. You still were completely taken aback when you saw Trudy in the open coffin.

You fell on your knees, about to throw up. 

You remembered the day of her death.

When her sons weren’t around, she was greeting you as "the whore". She always insulted you for keeping Vincent away from his art. She said you were going to waste the only good thing in the boy. You were always ready to argue with her, to take everyone’s defence. You didn’t care about how she treated you because you knew she was just an ill woman who had no love for anything but the wax. You hated her in return just as fiercely. You told her she was a bad mother and her sons deserved better than her, like she said you were a cheap slut and her sons would grow tired of you.

You remembered all the nasty words you were throwing at each other’s heads that morning, as the boys were helping their father to prepare the bodies of the patients he killed the previous days, for his wife. You had come around the Sinclairs’ house for lunch but they were growing late, which worried the boys, knowing you might be alone with their mother.

They hurried as much as they could. When they arrived, your attention quickly shifted from their mother to them, but your anger was still present deep inside your heart.

You remembered that while the boys were helping their mother in the kitchen, you grabbed Trudy’s medicine and put some more in her water. You calmed down as you watched her drink it all during the meal.

You remembered that after this event, her health quickly went down during the day, and soon after she died.

No one knew about what you did.

You couldn’t keep looking at her face any longer, so you left the church and ran back home. You sat on the couch and tried to calm down. You needed to look worried about your boys when they would come back, and not worried about what you learnt about yourself.

You were a killer.

You were a monster.

Your eyes were glued to the clock in the living room, promising yourself that if in ten minutes your soulmates wouldn’t be back home, you would look after them. You were also eyeing the crimson strings dancing in the air, terrified that one of them would disappear, meaning one of your soulmates would have died.

You tried to remind yourself that they were strong men, who knew what they were doing.

After a little while, the brothers came back home and you jumped off the couch to check on them. They welcomed your concern with tenderness, as their hands found your body, to touch you and to make sure you were alright as well. They didn’t comment about how hot you were covered in blood, but they couldn’t stop themselves from thinking how perfect you were to them.

You helped them all with their bruises and injuries, cleaning up their skin, putting cream on, sewing when it was necessary, bandaging them and giving them painkillers. You did all of it very naturally. They all thanked you with kisses and hugs.

Vincent left to start to prepare the bodies, Lester for looking after the borders of Ambrose. You stayed alone with Bo. He sat on the couch, tired now the adrenaline was wearing off. He gestured for you to come closer and settled you on his lap. You naturally straddled him, as his hand moved on your tights.

“Not scared by what happened?” he asked you

“No”

“Not disgusted we’re fuckin’ killers?” he continued

“No”

“Thank God” he let his head go on the couch

“God's for nothing in it, I think” you hummed

“Maybe. Still grateful ‘bout it” 

“I’m a killer too” you said and Bo watched you with an unreadable expression

“Ya saved me from that girl” he shrugged

“I killed your mom” you told him

“What are ya talkin’ ‘bout, love?” he asked you

“I went into the church, I saw her and I remembered. I made her have an overdose, I think, and she died. I was so angry at her for the way she treated the three of you…” you explained to him as tears were silently running down your cheeks.

You weren’t sad about her death, you were scared of Bo’s reactions. The man gently stroked your cheeks and dried your tears. He couldn’t stand to see you crying.

“Well, I should’ve guessed it. Ya killed our father too” he hummed with a shrug

“What?” you cried out

“After she died, he lost his mind and was beatin' the three of us a lot. He broke Lester’s arm, and he loved to use burnin' products on Vincent’s face. We were strong enough to fight him off, but at the same time we were so used to his abuse. and our mother’s loss has weakened us too. But one night, he was so drunk that he decided to put an end to my life. He tied me up on a chair and beat me up before gettin' his gun. He was 'bout to shoot me when ya arrived. I was supposed to meet with ya an hour before and ya got worried. Let’s say ya took the matters in your own hands” Bo said

You stayed silent as the vivid memory of the scene hit you. You felt like you couldn’t breathe for a little while, and Bo brought you against his chest. He softly stroked your back, shushing you to appease you. He kissed the top of your head.

“You don’t hate me?” you asked him

“I’m made for lovin’ ya. Ya’re the only person who ever treated us well, who would’ve done anythin’ for us” he replied

“But your mom…” you trailed off

“She deserved it” Bo shrugged again “Even if it hurt, the abuse finally stopped” he added

“Why did I leave then?” you asked again

“After ya killed Victor, ya untied me and looked after me. Ya were the hottest thin’ I’ve ever witnessed and we ended havin’ sex next to his dead body almost all night. Ya clearly were happy ‘bout his death and we were celebratin’ in a way, I guess. But the next mornin’, things went down. Victor was too heavy for you and I in my conditions, Vincent wasn’t seeing anything because of some fresh abuse, Lester had a broken arm… So we had to call the police and they interrogated us. Of course, I said I killed him.” Bo continued to tell you the story

“My parents freaked out” you guessed

“Your parents freaked out and were certain we were monsters. They talked to you for a long time” Bo tightened his hold on you as if he was afraid you were going to disappear on him

“They made me scared of myself without knowing I was the one who killed Victor. They said you were monsters and that I couldn't stay with you all. They said what happened wasn’t normal. And I realised I was a monster, I realised I was a bad and dangerous person. I was scared of how much I enjoyed it” you recalled “And I ordered you to stay away from me”

“Yeah. We thought we were gonna lose our mind, so we started to work on the House of Wax. We hope ya’d come back to us” Bo nodded “But now ya’re back, yes?” he hopefully asked you

“Yes, now I’m back. And I want to have sex with you like the night I killed your dad”

Bo only crashed his lips on yours, already starting to undress you.

He was going to show you he was just as good as his brothers when it was about pleasuring you, and celebrating you being back home.

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Taglist: @staley83 - @joyfulllittlething - @qardasngan

[kiss-theggoat]

Could I possibly slide this idea over…

House of Wax… are you trying to tell me those men are doing makeup on wax figures? Because there is NO WAY IN HELL BO IS DOING IT. That man would get ANGRY if the wings weren’t even! Victor- I can see him doing it. So I present this thought. The reader teaches Victor about makeup and tricks to do it. Victor won’t let you do it on the actual wax people, but he’ll give you fake wax faces to show him and help him learn.

-🪴🩵

A/N: Thank you so much for this cute request!! I wasn’t sure if you meant Vincent or Dr. Victor Sinclair, but I’m more familiar with Vincent so I wrote these makeup head-cannons for him. If you meant Victor Sinclair, please correct me!!!

Teaching Vincent Makeup

Vincent Sinclair x Reader

Vincent would probably get the idea to have you teach him first. He’s a very secure man. He knows he’s talented and he isn’t afraid to admit his short comings.

He either gets the idea by seeing you put on makeup and getting impressed by how easy you made it look, or you criticize the makeup that is done on one of the wax figures, commenting that the blush looks too heavy or the eye makeup is wonky. He knows that you have makeup on usually, and he quickly gets to work on a few wax faces to practice on.

You learn that Vincent has been using his run of the mill paint on the wax faces, and even though you don’t know as much about wax, you know that this won’t mimic the look of real makeup. So, you teach him ways to use some real makeup on his wax that’ll look more natural and aesthetically pleasing for his beautiful figures.

He will struggle the most with the lips, surprisingly. His favorite part is drawing on eyelashes, delicate lines and beautiful swoops come naturally to him, but the softness he needs to achieve for the lip like to look natural frustrates him. The first few practice faces end up looking like they’re toddlers getting into their mothers lipstick, thick lines of red smudged over the lip line.

Even though Vincent is a painter first, he has a hard time translating this to using the different materials. He commends you for looking so beautiful each day, and when he finally gets the hang of it, he’ll be so excited to actually make an official wax figure of a beautiful woman with bold lipstick and pretty eyeliner. He’ll go get you and bring you to the House of Wax immediately, showing off his hard work and your tutoring skills.

You’re so proud of him for not only admitting something he can’t do so well, but taking the time to learn and execute it in a way that makes both him and you proud. You love him, and every single time he makes a new figure, you take extra time to tell him how good the makeup looks.

[heckcareoxytwit]

A preview of Wolverine #46

WOLVERINE #46

BRAIN CHANGER/GAME CHANGER! WOLVERINE’s memory has been altered, erased, restored, forgotten and destroyed. This time, if he can’t get his head on straight, SABRETOOTH will do far worse than that! The most diabolical chapter of SABRETOOTH WAR yet…and you thought those early issues were violent?!

LEGACY #388

Written by: Victor LaValle, Benjamin Percy Art by: Cory Smith, Oren Junior, Alex Sinclair Cover by: Leinil Francis Yu, Romulo Fajardo Jr. Page Count: 28 Pages Release Date: March 27, 2024

[msookyspooky]

Yet something else the movie left out. We heavily imply Dr Victor did the surgery and with both boys the surgery went wrong (Doing something to Bo's brain with his angry outbursts and of course Vinny's face) but the script comes out to just say it.

Like, the Sinclair parents really weren't shit. They both cared more about their image and careers than they ever did their sons.

Imagine being more concerned with money and keeping a practice going and arrogantly thinking you could do a life threatening surgery just fine on your kids by yourself because you're just such a good surgeon and if you fuck it up all well it's better than having attention drawn to you and not being able to be a back alley doctor in a small town making money like wtf fuck my kids! If it fucks their lives up who could've predicted?

/sarcasm.

And I thought in the movie he lost it for seperating the twins when ACTUALLY he lost it before even having them with Trudy so Sir what kinda fucked up shit were you doing???

[henrysglock]

You ever think about how Brenner said he always thought Henry was out there, hiding in the darkness. You ever think about how that line is followed directly by a recap of them exploring the original lab gate.

And then maybe you wonder about how El managed to escape in 1983. Her escaping out that tunnel, just like Henry showed her in NINA.

Then maybe you think about closet scene in NINA happening at night...despite the massacre happening during the day...and the 1983 escape vibes that has.

And the fact that that scene was entirely spliced in, and we never see closet guy again after that scene.

And then...I just think...Season 1

"And the boy?" "Still missing."

We assume Brenner's talking about Will when he says "the boy", since Will is our main focus at the time, but now, with the "First Message from the UD" not being Will's first time talking from wherever he disappeared to...

I'm not 100% sold anymore.

We've always assumed it was Will talking through the lights whenever they're being helpful, despite ST showing us over and over that the lights blinking and shifting just means someone is near them.

And now, in this latest TFS teaser...

It's the origin of the Upside Down. The first message from the Upside Down.

It does make me wonder who, exactly, was speaking when the lights spelled out RUN.

On a directly related note: Another thing that's struck me as odd all along was the teasing and commentary about monsters in TFS—

There are a lot of monsters.

And I initially went "but how, if no one opens gates until El does it in 1979? Is someone else opening them in the 50s? Are we talking about something else entirely?"

We've always assumed that Henry had never opened a gate/didn't have the ability to open gates because we never see him do it in the flashbacks. We've also assumed that he can't do it because Vecna couldn't do it. But if Henry isn't Vecna...then who's to say what his powers entail?

There's something about the Lost Sister, too. Kali having these vision powers but no remote viewing. All of Kali's One coding, behaviorally, as opposed to El and her refusal to go along with it. El having gate powers and remote viewing (remote viewing seems to be less unique, Ten had it as well, it's less of a tell)...especially when compared to the BTS teaser:

That plus the lost sister having initially been titled "The Lost Brother" and casting for men like Jamie...Something stinks about Henry-El Kali-One copycatting, here.

It makes me wonder who may have been opening gates like the one in the tree...or the one in the wall of the Byers' house, which would have allowed Will to escape, but only ended up drawing attention to him. Something about trying to help and making things worse by doing so.

Anyway, back to my original point.

We all assume Will has powers (and maybe he does, I don't know), and that he was the one who told Joyce to run in ST1, but now I'm wondering if we haven't been duped all along.

After all, who's the boy we just saw in the TFS teaser, the one who's shown using (what seem to be) remote viewing powers while holding hands with Sue Sinclair? How about the boy Patty Newby falls for? The boy Victor Creel loves to the moon and back? The "sensitive" boy who keeps spiders as pets in fully furnished jars? The boy who's so paralleled to Will that it's almost comical?

That's Henry, no?

So when we ask "Who's signaling for Joyce to run?"...let's put Mister "I tried to help, but it only made things worse", the guy who knew Joyce in the 50s, back on the table.

Pretty please. As a treat to me.

[barenecessiteas]

So I'm really not a writer on here, but I keep thinking of a bunch of headcanons about the Sinclairs in House of Wax. I think a lot of people aren't gonna agree, but I like adding layers and complexity to people' characters. And since I do mention Bo's abuse and scars I'll put it under the cut if people don't wanna see it. I'll do this in parts, but still this is gonna be long cuz I need to get all of this out of my head LMAO. First up is Trudy and Victor. Hope you enjoy 😊

Trudy & Victor

This section is mostly where I think people will disagree with me but here it goes - I don't think Trudy & Victor were *entirely* terrible parents. Don't get me wrong, it doesn't make the abuse any less horrifying or unacceptable, but like I said, I like to believe they're more complex than just plain evil

Now with my rant out of the way, onto the actual headcanons lol

Trudy picked out the names for the twins. She was VERY picky about choosing relatively uncommon names, or rather names that just weren't super popular

She picked Bo's name, Beauregard, because the first thing she said when she saw him for the first time was how beautiful his eyes were. Beauregard means "beautiful gaze" so she thought it fit well

Vincent's name was a compromise she came up with because Victor wanted a son named after him. Trudy adamantly refused because she thought "Victor Jr." sounded ridiculous 💀

Vincent and Victor both mean "to conquer" or "victory", so that's where she got the main idea. It wasn't a super common name, he would still technically be named after his father, and it just so happened to be the name of her favorite artist, Vincent Van Gogh

Victor picked Lester's name when he was born. He did not put nearly as much thought into naming his newborn child as Trudy did with the twins. He deadass just heard the name Lester somewhere and decided he liked it lol

Trudy had terrible postpartum depression after she had the twins. And it was exacerbated by the fact that they were conjoined

She couldn't shake the feeling that there must have been something wrong with HER body that caused them to be conjoined, like she must have done something wrong. She carried that guilt with her for the rest of her life

But instead of, ya know, seeking therapy and proper help, she ended up taking her frustrations out on the kids and Victor

Still, she does genuinely love all her boys, but love alone isn't enough to make you a good parent. She was a perfect example of that

Victor didn't tell Trudy that he was going to do the separation surgery himself. Trudy actually had some sense and wanted to take the babies to a doctor in the city that was properly qualified to perform such an operation

Yes, Victor was a surgeon, but we can see on some of the certificates and degrees in his study that he was only certified in general and vascular surgery. Those definitely aren't the right fields to separate two baby boys conjoined at the head

He waited until Trudy fell asleep one night, insisting that she should rest and he would take care of the boys if they woke up in the middle of the night. Once he was certain she was out cold, that's when he snuck the boys downstairs to separate them. Trudy was absolutely mortified

Both Trudy and Victor did genuinely worry about the boys' quality of life because of the way they were conjoined. But Victor was already used to doing sketchy surgeries on the side, and in his mind he was genuinely trying to help their boys

Trudy had a breakdown when she saw Vincent's little baby face completely wrapped in gauze after the surgery. That moment of holding him for the first time after the surgery was devastating because she felt powerless to help them

She was thrilled that Bo made it out of the surgery pretty unscathed, she never actually held that against him as they grew up. But he was still the victim of her anger anyway

The wax mask for Vincent was Trudy's idea, as I think most of us assumed anyway. When Vincent was around 3, he started asking why his face was so different from Bo's. His exact words as a toddler were "Why my face broken?"

His scars never bothered either Victor or Trudy in terms of appearance. The only thing that actually bothered them about it is that it was a permanent reminder of Victor's botched surgery that Vincent would have to carry for the rest of his life

The boys were identical twins, so she got the idea to start making masks of Bo's face to try to make Vincent feel better. She didn't expect him to become so dependent on it, and she never realized the damage it did to his self esteem

Trudy was kind of a hardass as a parent when any of the kids threw a fit or something. This was the 1970s, it was considered socially acceptable to spank or slap your kids from time to time as discipline. When she'd get overwhelmed with her depression or one of the kids was driving her crazy, that's when she would lash out

Obviously Bo's tantrums were the worst when it came to how she handled them. The highchair with the straps and tape was almost like their twisted version of a "time out"

It forced Bo to stay still, and they assumed that keeping him tied down was the only way to "calm" him because they were so unequipped to handle such frequent and and severe toddler tantrums

Once the boys outgrew the highchairs, Trudy and Victor would force Bo down long enough for them to just restrain him to a regular chair. It didn't have the straps anymore, so they just used a fuckton of duct tape

It did get a little better as the kids got older. Bo got better at hiding his emotions, so he didn't "act out" as much. She would still spank or slap him, Vincent, and Lester when they misbehaved

She did genuinely enjoy taking the boys out places, like the zoo or the park. It was her who took the majority of those pictures we see in the movie. It was partly a coping mechanism so she'd have reminders around the house that they did have happy moments as a family

*Most* of their everyday life was relatively normal, actually. Victor was usually busy with his medical practice, so most of the actual raising fell to Trudy (yet another reason she'd start feeling overwhelmed)

Most days Victor only really saw Trudy and the kids in the morning and in the evening at supper. On the occasional days off he had, he did genuinely enjoy teaching the kids different sports like football and baseball

All the boys do have genuinely fond memories of playing baseball together as a family in the backyard. They stuck with them so deeply because Victor was around so infrequently

Trudy didn't actually get a cyst in her brain, nor did Victor kill himself. Bo made that whole thing up

A clip from an interview with Brian Van Holt (Vince and Bo's actor) has him explaining that Bo pretty much just thought of it in the moment to string Carly and Wade along

I don't really have a headcanon for how either of them died tbh, but Victor did die before Trudy. He has a grave and headstone in the cemetery next to the church in town. The boys try to visit it (along with Trudy's... wax mummy disposition?) for things like Father's Day, Victor's birthday, and holidays

Welp, I think I've tortured you guys enough with my hyper fixation on this movie 🙃 Thanks for humoring me if you actually read this whole thing. I salute you lol