#//YOUR NAME IS FUCKING ALICE COOPER

[musesofchaos]

Is your SasoIta tag an Alice Cooper reference?

Lol surprisingly no? At first. I remembered hearing a cover of the song a long time ago and liking it, so that's how I found it. It wasn't until recently I found out it's an Alice Cooper song XD

[dreamingincerulean]

No but seriously....it's either I sleep waaay too much or I'm awake at 4:24am and dreading the ordeal that is getting to sleep. (especially when your boyfriend is playing Alice Cooper's album history at full blast....)

[silverzoomies]

headcanon post ig

💙 nsfw ahead !! pretty filthy, just a warning !! 💙 

all the different eras/variations of peter maximoff are so...

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💙 dofp era - he's so all talk until you take your shirt off. jerks it to 70's lewd mags he keeps stashed in a stolen set of speakers. fooled around with girls a handful of times. horny like a rabbit. went all the way once. it was so awkward he didn't finish. invited you over to legitimately hang out. thinks you talk too slow. plays an alice cooper record. infodumps about it. keeps zipping in and out of the basement for whatever reason. mostly to impress you with his speed. you're both horny. you both think the other is cute. you keep droppin' hints that you wanna fuck. he pretends he doesn't notice. either because he wants to play it cool, or because he's nervous. or both. he's distracted playing space invaders until you call his name. turns around, you're lifting your shirt over your head. it's like your titties bounce in slow motion. he's on you in a flash. his kisses are hasty and uncoordinated. wears a condom. humps like a bunny. fast, shallow thrusts. whimpers when he cums. wants to do it again five minutes later.

💙 apocalypse era - he's so date at the boardwalk on the other side of the country. rides the ferris wheel with you. offers to hold you close if you're too scared of heights. his dick gets really hard when your hand touches his leg. wins you the biggest prize playing carnival games. doesn't have to cheat, he's mastered all of them. pulls all the stops to win your heart. loves the thrill of the chase. takes you to an arcade. presses himself against you to "teach you how to play." but you're only playing galaga. sets up a romantic, moonlight picnic at the end of the night. would make out with you for hours. keeps asking if you're okay. would get you anything you wanted. eats you out on the picnic blanket. vibrating tongue makes you cum again and again. insists he doesn't need to get off. you fuck him under moonlight anyway. it's filthy and passionate. some of the best sex you'll ever have. so good you think you're in love with him. he'll definitely take you out again. would totally bail if you wanted a serious relationship, though.

💙 dark phoenix era - he's so regrets never settling down with a partner. past his prime. you used to be best friends. fucked around once or twice. nothing came of it. he hasn't seen you in years. melts into a puddle when he sees you again. you're mature and more confident in yourself. he thinks it's sexy as fuck. awkwardly offers to take you out to dinner. the dinner's too fancy. he doesn't feel comfortable at all. and neither do you. he's a lot more patient. lets you do all the talking. you keep asking him about himself, but he gives you half-truths. "oh, me? i'm great. lots of fans. pretty famous. all the kids think i'm their hero. gets hard bein' the best x-man, y'know? lotsa pressure." he hopes this makes you laugh. it does. fuck it. he might fall in love with you. sneaks you into his room at the mansion like you're teenagers again. kisses you like he hasn't kissed anyone in years. because he hasn't. eats your pussy like he's weaving careful threads with his tongue. really takes the time to taste you. fucks you so slow and so deep. realizes how much he missed you. thinks about knocking you up since he never had a kid. nah. he'd probably make a shitty dad anyway. insists he's in love with you. can't break his old habits, though. ghosts you again. but thinks about you 24/7.

💙 wandavision - he's so earthbound incense to cover up the smell of weed. invited you over just to "hang out 'n talk." plays a red hot chili peppers song and assumes you don't know it. says "just throw that shit wherever" when there's too much junk on the couch for you to sit. ogles your ass every time you get up. makes some half-hearted attempt at getting to know you. asks about your favorite show or movie. puts it on. barely watches it. keeps trying to sneak his arm over your shoulder. asks you shit like "does it smell alright in here?" somehow you end up in his lap anyway. Pulls his shorts halfway down his thighs. lets you do all the work, riding his dick. comes up with some poor excuse for not using a condom. he's bigger than you expect, but not huge. a touch above average. the fucking is pretty steamy. but he's a big talker. this either charms you, or makes you roll your eyes. he smacks your ass a lot. insists he won't cum inside. he does. orders you doordash after. forgets you asked for no ice.

💙 bonus: this fucker, also apocalypse era- he's so constant sarcastic remarks. blatantly stares at your tits all the time. cracks jokes and gets lowkey disappointed if you don't laugh. super into you because one: he thinks you're cute. two: you're the only person who doesn't make fun of his hair. #daddyissues. temper problem. kind of an asshole. nicer to you than most, though. takes you out to the movies. doesn't bother asking what kinda movie you wanna see. talks up a storm the whole time. you never get a word in. doesn't superspeed you anywhere. he drives, and he's a shitty driver. dinner with him is probably cheap takeout. eats it with you in the car. knows almost every artist on the radio. turns it up to full volume and sings along off key. somehow you end up sucking his dick in the back seat. it's girthy and tangy on your tongue. tries to fuck you in his car, but you're both packed like sardines. he's so rough and filthy. loves playing with your tits. drops you off at home and says he'll call you tomorrow. he doesn't.

[icameheretoreadstuff]

Do you take requests? Because I have a request. This is my first time but k love your stories. Okay what if reader is 23 and she is the secret Blossom daughter anyways she is also dating FP and she gets super jealous of Alice (who I’m sorry don’t like) anyways what if she gets down and sees maybe FP would do better without her but he changes her mind? With some smut?!! Hehehe ahh I’m so excited

Hii, aww thank yooou 🥳 How exciting, this is my first request! it took some time writing this, im so sorry about that but here it is 🙈 oh and bytheway hahah, I got a little carried away so its kinda long 🙈

The Blossom Secret Pairing: FP Jones x F!Reader Warnings: 18+, smut, explicit sex, alcohol A/N: masterpost & links are pinned on my tumblr.

You let out a sigh as you were walking on your way home from a long day. The weather was hot today, so your long ginger-red hair was sticking to your back. You shaked your hair to get some air under your hair and when that didnt help you tied your hair up into a bun. You walked up the stairs to your little apartment, as you opened your bag to find your keys. You unlocked the door and walked inside to find the remote to the air condition on the wall and turned it on. You let out a breath as you stood underneath it to cool down.

You turned around to put your groceries in the fridge. You got your eye on the white wine you opened yesterday and grabbed it from the fridge. You poured yourself some wine and sat down in your couch. You bowed down and grabbed a box from under the couch. Inside there was secret documents that you had gotten in the mail, which was the reason why you came to Riverdale.

Inside there was your birth certificate and you found a note where it stood: From Alice cooper. Apperently this Alice had sent them to you months ago. So when you found this Alice Cooper from Riverdale, ofcourse you packed a bag and travelled to find Riverdale and this woman, only when you found this woman you ended up getting interviewed instead of getting answers. She swore that she had found them in her mailbox and had made copies and mailed them to you. She swore she didnt know anything more.

That woman really got on your nerves, you left that day and promised yourself you were going to find out what the hell is going on. You bought an apartment and got a job at some diner named pop’s. You just had to find out what actually stood on that birth certificate. But the thing was they had been blacked out and when you asked your adoptive parents they said it was an closed adoption so they knew nothing. you figured out you were on your own.

You sighed and took a big sip of wine as you threw the box away. After a couple of weeks after you had settled in, you found someone who was willing to help you. He was tall, dangerous smile and god damn: handsome as fuck. So was it really a suprise you couldnt resist and eventually flirted with him? For months you had worked together to try to find out who you are related to, But you grew more interested in him than your birth parents.

You wanted to know the truth ofcourse but you already had a family who you missed like crazy and loved deeply.. You only did this cause you hated not knowing. You wanted to know but this man, right now, he was much more intresting. After months with flirting you fell hard. He had flirted back and he was after all trying to help you, but you could tell he should be with someone else. Infact he convinced you today himself.

Today at 4 pm:

"Hi, could you please take out the trash and then youre done for the day apperantly." Pop said as he looked up at the clock and continued to help some costumers. "sure, thanks pop" you said simply and smiled as you carried out the trash. You smiled knowing you actually had began feeling comfterable in your new job. You loved talking to the costumers and serving people who lighten up when you served the famous milkshakes at pops.

You tried to open the door with one foot, cause you were carrying so much garbage, so you turned around and dragged them out. You felt a firm hand on your back which made you starled. "what" you said as you turned around to figure out who it was. "hi" Fp said in a low tone, he slowly inhaled your scent.

"hi" you said with a half smile and tried to walk over to the garbadge cans. As if he had just woken up he walked over to you and grabbed the trash from your hands and smiled "I'll help" he smiled, the actual smile that made your knees turn into gello. You opened the trashbins and he threw in the trash easily. "Thanks" you smiled and walked away from the smelly trashcans. "can we talk?" he asked. "Sure" you said and he followed you around the corner where there was more privacy. "what's up" you asked.

He sighed out loudly and it looked like he was debating on what to say. "tell me" you said as you took your handkerchief from your apron and playfully smacked him on his arm. He let out a short laugh as he sighed long. "I found out something big and I think you should sit down" he said, you looked worried at him. "just tell me" you asked and he sighed "alright" he looked into your eyes as he said. "Youre a blossom" he said "blossom? really?" you asked and knew some stories from the blossom family. You had heard allot of stories at pop's, so you werent all unimformed.

"apperently Clifford and Penelope Blossom tried to hide the fact they got pregnant when they were young and had you adopted." he explained. "wow" you simply stated. "I need some time to thaw on this" you said. But honestly you were more concerned with him. Right now he felt so right in your life that he had become the light in your life. Everytime the bell rang at pops you hoped it was him, you became more and more invested in this research because of him?

"are you ok?" he asked. you shaked our head clean, from stopping yourself of thinking anymore about this. "yeah, anyways I should probobly go, thanks again" you said and hated that, thats what came out of your own mouth. "I mean it, thank you so much" you tried to smile and he took out his hand and touched your arm. The warmth that came from his hand made your heart flutter. you starred into his eyes as you walked closer to him and gave him a hug.

He arms wrapped softly around your waist and you heard yourself exhale. "thanks" you whispered softly, you tried to walk away from his hug but it was so damn hard. You didnt want to leave. you felt his cheek come close into yours, you leaned back to get a look at his lips. He licked his lips dry as you were just inches away from eachother, you looked into his eyes and bit your lower lip. he stared at your lip as he leaned closer to you-

"FP!" someone yelled. A familiar female voice stopped you from finally tasting his lips, he sighed "sorry I got to go" he said. he pulled back away from you and walked away, suddenly he was gone. You touched your cheek as you felt the warmth from where his chin had just been, slowly fade away and turned cold. You closed your eyes and wanted to savior every moment.

You grabbed your bag and were ready to head home. You were dizzy from the heated moment from you and Fp still. you walked outside of pops after you had just said goodbye to everyone. You were on your way to the car. Months of pining after him and Alice just- "FP!" Alice exclaimed "Im in love with you and I want to be with you" she said. You froze and looked at where the voice were coming from. "I can't believe this" you felt tears build up as you saw Fp hold her both hands and said something only she could hear. "I cant believe this" you uttered under your breath.

Now 6pm:

Yep, that happened. You felt anger rise inside you as you inhaled and exhaled. You rised up to go and find something stronger to drink. You opened your cabins from the kitchen and found a bottle. «There you are» you sighed, grabbed a shotglass and poured tequila into it. «fuck them» you said as you raised your hand and threw down the shot.

Today you had found out the truth and that you were some secret blossom daughter. Honestly you didnt care about the blossom family, you already had a loving family. The only thing you couldnt get out of your head was him, you just wanted him.

But you cant have him, because of Alice. Fuck this and fuck him and her, you made up your mind to go out and drink somewhere not alone. You took another shot and changed out of your uniform into something better. You found a black strapless dress and put on some red lipstick.

You stood ready to leave when you opened the door and you saw him standing there in the doorway. "hi" he said as he starred at you on your dress "what do you want?" you asked as you leaned your hand on your waist as you held the door open with your other hand. He couldn't stop looking at your waist and tried to not stare his hardest but failing. "why aren't you with Alice?" you asked with a mean look. "If you came here to gloat why didnt you bring Alice?" you joked and shaked your head, you looked into his eyes waiting for him to respond.

"hm?" he looked up confused "wait, why are you talking about Alice?" you crossed your hands and shaked your head. "I couldn't care less about Alice" he reasured. "yeah right" you let out a snort and tried to shut the door in his face but he grabbed the door and walked halfway inside and looked at you with a smile which made your knees turn into gello once again.

"youre mean" you barely managed to say. He walked inside, closed the door behind him and gave you a puzzling look. "what" you asked annoyed. "Do you know how frustrating this whole situation is?" he sighed as he walked further inside the apartment, He had been here a couple of times but he never let you out of his sight. he slowly walked over to you until he stood close enough for you to inhale his perfume.

the perfume made you let out a whimper, you covered your mouth trying to hide the sound that made him look into your eyes with hunger "what do you want? and why arent you with alice, you should be with her, not me" he shaked his head slowly as you asked all these questions, he looked down on his shoes and let out a sigh "y/n" he began "can you leave, If youre going to let me know youre not interested you didnt have to come here and pity me, I have your money right here, so you can just go back to that fuckin-" you barked.

he looked at you with a tense look in his eyes and interupted you "I dont care about Alice" he explained and shook his head, "what are you even talking about, I want you!" he said annoyed "I didnt come here for her or money" he took out his hand and placed it under your chin. "I came here for you" he whispered, "can you please stop making this so damn difficult" he let out a short laugh. "I saw you in your car today driving home from pops, I know what you saw and I knew you would misunderstand, She was jelaous of you and wanted to be with me, but I told her that I was falling for someone else" He leaned closer to you, just a few inches away from your lips.

You held out your hand on his chest trying to stop him, you felt his heart bump like crazy under your palm. "Fp" you whispered, he grabbed your hand and guided you around his neck as he leaned closer to your ear. "I dont have anything more to talk about that woman, I only want to talk about us." he whispered, "I want to feel you lay naked under me" he said as he kissed your chin "I have wanted to kiss your neck for months now" he said as he kissed your neck softly, you let out a whimper.

"How much more do I have to explain to you that youre the one I want?" he kissed your chin once more and grabbed your head and looked softly into your eyes. "I'm in love with you, not her" he finally said and waited for you to respond. you completly froze and after a second your body reacted "don't break my heart" you said and kissed him deeply, he inhaled your kiss and sucked your lips playfully.

He broke the kiss and grabbed your legs and held you in his arms as he walked into the wall, as he deepend the kiss. he pushed you up into the wall more as he licked your upper lip. You held his shoulders, he grabbed your thighs and lifted slowly up your dress as he kissed your neck with soft kisses.

He grunted as he grabbed your ass and pushed himself into your core. You let out a whimper as his hard shaft made contact with your core, you began thrusting into his shaft and wanted to kiss him more. He grunted and thrusted back as he opend his mouth to let you explore his tounge.

His eyes fell behind his head as he let out a deep grunt. "youre already so wet for me" he smirked and grabbed your waist. "please let me taste you" he asked as his voice broke. "in there" you managed to let out and he turned carried you into your bedroom.

He layed your body down on the bed and took off his jacket and shirt, You felt his gaze burn onto your body, He was so beautiful. You threw off your dress and were about to take off your panties, but he stopped you "let me" he asked and took off his shoes and pants. He bent down to your core, and grabbed your waist and pulled you twoards his mouth as he dragged your panties off your waist.

He licked his lips dry "youre so beautiful I can't-" He tasted you with a flat tounge. "you taste so good, I-" he said with a smirk and tasted you once more and he was not being shy, letting out all sorts of sounds as he tasted every inch of your core. You let a whimper and felt euphoric as he couldn't stop tasting you.

He looked up at you and smirked "if you let out a whimper one more time I can't stop myself from-" he began while he took one of his fingers and touched your g-spot. your head flew back as a result and you let out a moan. He stopped and flew over you in a second to kiss you deeply.

His hard long shaft was throbbing against your core, you both wanted more contact from eachother but couldnt stop kissing. "you drive me insane" he whispered as he thrusted gently into your core and started to find a slow rythum. "take it off" you said and he smirked. "do it" you pleaded and tried to take off his underpants yourself.

He stood up from the bed and dragged off his underpants and your gaze went straight to his big throbbing manhood, you let out a whimper as he rushed over to you again and kissed your neck. "Do you know how hard it is to be around you and not wanting to kiss you?" he whispered into your ear as he let his shaft close to your core.

Your hips began moving wanting some friction. "Ive wanted to to this for so long now, and I want to see your hauntingly beautiful face when my dick makes you orgasm." his voice broke as he grunted and pushed his long shaft into you. "FP" you let out a moan, he started to thrust slowly to make you adjust to his size. "I want you so bad" you whimpered, you felt your entire body turn electric at the contact of his skin, his body and his breath.

He thrusted slowly and began turn up the pace as he kept kissing your neck and then he pulled out and sat in a upright position, as he grabbed your body and you felt like a magnet, searching for contact.

you sat down ontop of him and began to ride him, your lips searched for his lips as you looked into his beautiful eyes. "Im so in love with you" he whimpered, you let out a moan as his words were making you close to climax. "You're so beautiful I cant get enough of you" he said as he began breathing heavier.

"I cant wait to see beautiful orgasm" he panted "youre doing so amazing" you kissed him deeply and grabbed his shoulders and started to pick up the pace, "Im gonna-" you let out a moan and felt your orgasm come closer, you pushed his body down on the bed and held his hands down beside his head. He sat up his legs to thrust into you as you finally felt the orgasm take over your entire body. "Your orgasm is making me so hard" he said as he kept thrusting as you rode out your orgasm.

He pulled out and you grabbed his shaft, he let out a moan at your contact. You licked his length and started adjust his size into your mouth as he thrusted himself into you. "Im-" he panted and you bobbed your head in a rythum as he thrusted himself slowly into your mouth. "Im-" his orgasm shot electricity threw your body as you watched him cum on your stomach.

You walked off the bed and held out your hand, "shower with me?" you asked. He smirked and raised up from the bed, he grabbed your hand and kissed your arm and upwards your shoulder then he kissed you deeply "I would love to"

[honkmesilly]

My Art the Clown Hcs

warning for nsfw / adult content / fluff

SFW vvvvv

If you sleep with a hair wrap or bonnet on he has to also sleep with one.

He has fluffy hair underneath his cap and it’s always extremely messy. Alternatively he is actually bald and likes you to draw on his shiny dome.

You complimented the Alice Cooper like spikes on his eye makeup once and he hasn’t forgotten about it since.

This mf ALWAYS has some sort of candy in his pocket. It’s always different variations of flavors and melted-ness.

He’d rather do a backflip onto a bed of nails than to touch cotton balls.

This man loves Chinese leftovers. There is no less than 3 take out containers scattered around his habitat at all times.

He has a ratty teddy bear and a blanket that has been fuckin THROUGH it. He’s sensitive about washing them. Don’t bring it up.

He will not cross a road unless you are holding his hand. He will drop that trash bag and honk at you for 20 minutes until you give in.

The trash bag of misc weapons ripped one time and his mouth opened only for him to immediately just lay face down on the ground giving his horn a half squeeze. It was as close to making a sound he has ever come.

If you ARE lucky enough to domesticate him he has to sleep right up next to you. He doesn’t care which spoon he is as long as he’s close enoigh that he can feel the pulse beneath your skin.

HONK! Oh don’t worry that was just you rolling over on his horn. It sleeps with y’all. You have to give it a kiss goodnight too.

If you have a plushy. No you don’t. Bc why aren’t you cuddling him? Now your plushy has been beheaded and dismembered. He didn’t like seeing you cry so he stitches it back together very very badly and it some how makes it even cuter? The frankenfuck of a bear you have now.

Nsfw vvvvv

It’s average in length and above avg. in girth. It’s veiny like his arms and hands.

Turning this man on is a chore because unless you are ready for the debauchery he will hump anything in sight like a dog.

Only wears condoms if they are fun colors and even then he just wants to make balloon animals.

Good and careful at oral but if you do not keep your eyes on him at all times he will put pop rocks in his mouth or drip liquid candy down your anatomy.

Once he’s inside he’s got a grip on you that could rival the gods. You’re not getting a break until he’s done.

Your little noises and moans bring out a new kind of twisted smile from him. He will find new ways to tease and torture you. Constantly looking for new ways to break your will.

The horn comes to bed with him. Just get used to the honking to the rhythm. He’s got fucking jokes.

Certified boob man. If you are braless or looking particularly thick up there the intrusive thoughts will win. Pinching, poking, biting, smacking, grabbing. He will try to pierce your nipples so check! His! Pockets!

If you have big thighs expect him to try and live there. Congrats you probably have some sort of rash or acne between your thighs now because he can’t go long without having his face smooshed between them.

After a busy night of being a menace & maiming he is particularly annoying and needy. He wants you to care for his hygiene. Wash away the blood and viscera..rub his chest.. hold onto his arms. He needs your attention in very specific ways and he will lash out if you can’t read what he needs. (Spanking, tie you up, bite you, write his name on you with something sharp)

[chaifootsteps]

"If you can't handle a bit of fetishized rape you shouldn't even be watching this ADULT SHOW for ADULTS, you immature child. It's too complex for you! To be fair, you have to have a very high IQ to understand the merits of on screen twink assault-" "Addict and the clips from Poison are exactly the same" Yeah these mongs in the tags can tongue my fartbox, the show is rated 16+ (or 14+ ? Idk i'm super drunk thanks for the idiotic rating system amazon :/)so part of the intended audience is in fact, minors. The fact it's handled about as carefully as a pack of greased up hogs with IBS that were fed laxatives and released on a submarine is whats pissing people off, you tone deaf spuds. You buffoons. You fucking intellectual stalactites. The show is about as "mature" as a poop joke, in rating AND tone. Those songs are so different they might as well not even be about the same character. Even the lyrics for Addict were infinitely more creative and told a better story. Poison is just generic sounding popshit for fujoshis who have never read a fucking book aside from "Where's Waldo" (spoilers: they never finished it). Go listen to Poison by Alice Cooper instead. It has nothing to do with hazbin but it's a better song with the same name so whatever. I feel like I'm beating a dead horse since this has been discussed a whole lot the last day or so, but the lack of basic comprehension skills is killing me. I just needed to complain and I'm sorry for stinking up your ask box. These people make me feel moronic for enjoying some aspects of this rancid swamp-ass smelling show. Context is repelled from their brains like water off a ducks back, never to be absorbed. Only to spill and be lost amongst the flowing tides of drool cascading from their slacked, open jaws. Twin Niles of media illiteracy and bacteria. PS Adam was pretty based for just wanting to crush puss and eat ribs all day. Relatable, ect.

Oh no, your stink was welcome in my askbox. I love an Anon who can turn a phrase and hoo boy, did this.

Agreed on Adam. Also helps that he wants to kill off every last character in Viv's stupid Hell, which same. Increasingly so.

[clarajohnson]

the magicians s1e4

filed under episodes you couldn't make today and that you shouldn't have made then. not that i don't love it because I DO but whew

watercolors!

(hamster who was turned into a human boy voice) no, my life is my life, this is--

i do think we need to grapple with how dumb tutting looks out of context

that napkin full of technicolor pills would've done numbers on 2014 tumblr at least

the physical kids is as suggestive a name for that group as they deserve

the moths are real bad !!!!!

ALICE'S BROW RAISE. i'm gonna find a screenshot of it i can't let it go

that's an episode of lost in space-- star trek-- what?-- that's an episode of star trek-- fine, that's an episode of star trek

there is so much eyebrow acting in this episode actually

in my first watch i was so pro-julia the whole time because quentin hadn't become an all-time little meow meow for me yet god this was always a terrible thing for her. the fake engagement is a particularly cruel dig like... how can i torture q the most? tell him nothing that's brought him joy and purpose in the last few years was real, tell him he's being left behind, tell him people are moving forward without him, everyone else knows how to be normal but him

ohhhhhhh julia did you want to see the fireworks? did you? rookie gaslighting mistake miss wicker

laughing at you? what kind of a friend would do that? AND THEN THE SMIRK ohhhhh she and marina could have been so good together

one thing that's real? you're always a raging dick

someone in the discord said penny is leaning into it so hard and i have to agree like... they should not have done this but at least arjun gets to have fun

[whispers] hashtag agree

in 2015 singing shake it off was one of the strangest things a man on television could do but eight years later it just seems like me watching myself in my apartment any given friday night

i understand the logistics that inhibit the pairing but alice and eliot had so much potential like at LEAST platonically

okay all of the stuff above was awful of julia but actually the most awful thing was making q think he'd harm his father (and that that harm was linked to magic use! which will come back around when magic shuts off!)

penny helping by shouting at quentin as loud and aggressively as he can :-) you racist motherfucker !!!!!!

julia and marina having a sexy raspy voice-off

high-end designer cooperative magic... said while wearing her little leather bondage outfit... hitting on kady... affectionately, you melodramatic cunt

our little q :-) he knows where he would take him on a first fucking date

do we know what marina's discipline was/would've been? ik it's not like (barf) hogwarts houses or whatever but i'm curious where brakebills placed her

jesus christ i didn't remember he was gonna get a fucking lobotomy

there's a lot of eye horror in this show which is just the worst

ughhhh bad episode for julia

god eliot is so obvious right from the start it is insane... patting q's head giving him things... fuckin loverboy

poor you and your taste of honey worse than none at all :-( marina they could NEVER make me hate you

[little-peril-stories]

The Queen of Lies: Faith and Freedom

Story Intro | Contents [Warnings] | Mood Board | Vibey Song Lyrics | Ao3

Contents: blood, injury, illness, guy whump [all just leftover stuff from the last few chapters :) no new bad stuff]

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Word count: 3650 || Approx reading time: 15 mins

Faith and Freedom

Teaser: “Just give me a minute,” he said, grunting and coughing as he sat up. After a moment, he drew up his knees and rested his forehead there. “Feels like I’m dying.”

The world beyond the prison walls was cloaked in shadow, with thick cloud cover blocking out the stars, leaving only the yellow gas street lamps to illuminate a city that had mostly gone to sleep. Two frantic figures, a boy and a girl—a thief, a prisoner who had been set free, and his rescuer, who had spent four long year being Baden Hatchett’s wife and who no longer knew what she was—stumbled through the streets. He did not speak, nor did she; rather, they fled in silence, letting their ceaseless, hurried footfalls break the peace of the autumn midnight. It was not long, however, before the boy’s strength waned, his steps growing unsteady and his breathing more laboured.

The hand that was still clutched in the girl’s went slack.

And the thief fell.

Fear spread through her, so strong it sent numbness to her toes and fingertips, as the boy hit the ground. “No!” Dropping to her knees, shaking his shoulder as gently and urgently as she could, she breathed, “Please, please, no, no, no, wake up, wake up—”

He groaned, blinking open eyes that in the gloom appeared a much darker hue than the gold-and-green colour she knew them to be. “What?”

She almost collapsed to the cobblestone, too, but not with exhaustion; rather, it was with relief that she’d been able to rouse him. “You…you scared me.”

He glanced around, seeming to perceive that he was on the ground and woozy. With a soft groan, he took a deep breath and let his head fall back against the stone. “Fuck. Just…”

The girl swallowed. “I’m scared you’re…” She wanted to say, too weak to keep going, but how would he react to those words? If she’d ever said such a thing to Baden, he would have slapped her hard enough to leave a bruise for a week.

“Just give me a minute,” he said, grunting and coughing as he sat up. After a moment, he drew up his knees and rested his forehead there. “Feels like I’m dying.”

“You’re not dying.” He couldn’t be; she wouldn’t allow it, not after everything she’d gone through to get him out of that awful prison cell. She glanced around, wishing it weren’t so dark. It had been a blessing as they crept from the prison grounds, but now it served only to make the towering houses and unlit storefronts seem dingy and menacing. “We need to get somewhere safe. It’s only going to get colder, and you need to eat. And drink. And rest.”

“What?” he said, half-heartedly mocking. “Can’t I stay at your house?”

She clenched her jaw and refused to take the bait. It was too cold, and she was kneeling in a puddle, and the wind was picking up into a sinister sort of howl, and she was too frightened to chase down whether the teasing was good-natured or not. “I’ve got an inn room booked, but we need to make it there.”

The secret note for Alice, hidden in the returned copy of The Scarlet Letter—tucked into the last marked page and written in the tiniest hand she could form: As I am unwell and cannot make the arrangements myself, could you please visit the Whitemoor Inn and book a room for my cousin, Lucy Cooper, for one night? I’ve enclosed enough funds to cover her stay.

One night for a young woman named Lucy Cooper to fleetingly exist, and come morning, she would dissolve into the ether, gone forever—as would the girl and the boy who’d occupied her room.

“A room booked?” he repeated, holding his head now. “You—you actually got some kind of plan? Seriously?” His eyes were still hazy with pain, but he was alert, and his gaze had gone wide. “You got money?”

“Yes,” she said, “I do.” She’d had one chance, one, between Baden letting her out of her room and him taking her to the prison to beg for forgiveness—one fleeting blissful moment when no one’s eyes had been on her. She’d taken as much money as she could from the safe in his study, the one he thought she didn’t know about.

That wasn’t all, though. In her coat pocket, sewn into the lining, there hid as much jewelry as she’d dared to take from the box on her dresser—enough to pawn for extra funds, not so much that it would weigh down her clothes or jingle as she walked.

Finally, there was the second half of her entreaty to Alice: if her friend had come through for her and done as she asked, a parcel waited for “Lucy Cooper” at the inn, containing a necklace and a ring, all she could reasonably and surreptitiously fit into Alice’s book. They would fetch a good price somewhere. Of course, the girl had no way of knowing if Alice had acquiesced, but she’d picked that friend over the other for a reason. Marguerite would never have gotten involved, but Alice was sensible and kind, and she knew—she knew. So surely, surely, she’d made the arrangements.

As long as that was true, and as long as the innkeeper didn’t turn them away at the sight of her companion, they would have somewhere warm and safe to sleep for the night.

If only the thief didn’t look like he had just stumbled out of a street brawl.

“Do you think you can keep going?” Her voice slipped out high-pitched and breathy. Too many worries, too few answers to soothe them.

He fixed her with a look of pained, miserable resignation. “Gonna have to.”

She pressed a hand to his face again. Despite the chill of the night, it was still hot. “I’m scared...” She couldn’t finish her thought.

The thief groaned again as he got cautiously to his feet—not pulling away when she held his good arm to steady him—and said, “Scared? Don’t worry. I’ll protect you.”

For a moment, she didn’t even know what to say. Her eyes roamed from his blood-flecked shirt to his black-and-blue skin to the entirely useless arm in Mrs. Bristow’s apron-sling.

They landed on his lips, which were ever so slightly quirked upwards.

“Well, good,” she finally managed. “If—if we are set upon by an army of kittens, I’m very glad you’ll be here to defend me.”

He choked out a laugh, coughed, and took a few wary steps, letting her cling to his arm; he wobbled slightly, but he stayed upright. “Lead the way, princess.”

She was going to have to do something about the name problem.

As they moved through the winding streets, she stuck close to him, partially because she feared he would pass out again, but also because she had never wandered the city at night before, by herself or with anyone else, and the warm presence of his body—beaten and worn-out though it was—gave her a peculiar sense of security. She knew it was probably false.

Still, she clung to it anyway.

“What am I to call you?” she dared to ask after a while. Although she was, indeed, desperate for an answer, she also worried that if she remained too quiet, he’d slip back into unconsciousness. “Am I allowed to know now?”

“Don’t get all uppity about that,” he mumbled. “Can you blame me for being suspicious?”

No, she thought, but she didn’t say it. She merely pointed the way down a nearby street. Almost there. They had to be almost there. “That’s not an answer.”

It was a long while, it seemed, of something happening behind his eyes that she could not decipher, some tug-of-war between giving a real answer and not until he at last told her, “I don’t have a name.”

Another lie, of course; he had a name, but he didn’t trust her with it. What a surprise. Why should he? All she had done was give up her entire life and risk everything to break him out of prison. “Please.”

He bit his lip and again took a long time to answer. “I…I can’t.” His gaze flitted around, as if he expected someone to burst out of the dark and streak towards them. As if he feared they were being followed.

Why should her chest feel so tight? He came from a life of crime—of course he was perpetually suspicious. Surely, he had to be. It had been foolish to hope for he might give a straight answer. “Something. Anything.”

After a moment, after a third agonizingly long pause, he said, “Fox.”

“Fox?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

A phrase she’d heard the day Baden found her in his cell drifted back to mind. “Fox-thief…”

He stiffened. Yanked his hand from her grasp. “Don’t—don’t. Don’t call me that. Please.”

“All right,” she said, horrified. “I won’t.”

When silence fell again, she didn’t chase it away.

He stumbled once more, dropping to his knees but staying conscious, and when she pulled him up, her tears blurred her vision enough that it obscured the strain in his features and the violent shaking of his limbs.

Finally, when the inn loomed before them, she pointed at its dimly lit door. “This one.”

“This one,” he repeated. Voice weaker now, words slightly slurred. He was failing by the second, she realized, perhaps having depleted the frenetic, urgency-fuelled strength that had helped him run once Mrs. Bristow got them beyond the prison gate.

“Let me go in first,” she said. “I’ll settle up if I need to and come get you.” That, she supposed, was the best course of action. The innkeeper might not notice her bruises—but Fox? A superstitious person might take one glance and conclude that he had risen from the very pits of hell.

“Okay,” he said, bracing his good arm against the wall, and she turned on her heel and hurried inside.

The woman who presumably ran the inn was dozing, and no wonder; it was the middle of the night. Her eyes snapped open, however, at the sound of approaching footsteps.

“My name is Lucy Cooper,” said the girl whose name was not Lucy Cooper. “One Mrs. Wright made arrangements for my room a few days ago, I believe?” Too late, she remembered she was wearing trousers. “I—um—please excuse my appearance. I’ve been...um...I’ve been travelling.”

The woman peered down at a piece of paper in front of her, appearing merely drowsy and rather bored. “Just one night?”

Relieved that the woman either hadn’t noticed or did not care what she was wearing, the girl said firmly, “Yes. Only one.” Once Baden learned that she was missing, he would search for her, and at some point, he would speak to Alice, and Alice, not knowing what else to do, would lead him here.

He would find neither Breanna Hatchett nor Lucy Cooper in this inn.

Instead, the boy called Fox and the girl who was called—well, who was called something—would be long gone.

“You’re already settled up for the room.” The woman tapped a list of meals and their fees and turned it towards the girl. “You want to pay for food, too?”

“Yes. I would.” The answer rushed out. “Whatever you have now, if you please, and some breakfast, too, before we depart.”

The woman raised her eyebrows and glanced toward the grandfather clock behind her, which displayed an hour not typically associated with taking a meal. “Now?”

“Yes,” repeated the girl firmly.

The woman frowned. “We might have some broth still,” she said. “It won’t be hot anymore.”

“That’s all right.” She paused. One more inquiry before she paid. “Did Mrs. Wright leave a parcel for me, by any chance?”

With a sigh, the woman turned away to rummage somewhere behind her. After a few moments, she returned with a wrapped box, slightly crumpled but intact. “There you are, Miss Cooper.”

“Thank you.” The girl took it gratefully, promising silently that she would one day find a way to repay Alice for her kindness.

As the innkeeper took the money and filled out the rest of the paperwork, the girl tried to steady her breath, bracing herself against the new fears that rushed in. Never mind the fact that she was renting a room for herself and a strange, half-clothed, terribly battered man who bore only a false name and who was not her husband. Now she had to contend with bringing him inside without drawing attention. What if the woman took one look at his bloody skin and the tattoo on his arm, and threw them out?

“All finished up, Miss Cooper.” The woman handed her a key. It lay cold and heavy in her palm.

At first, she couldn’t find the man in question at all. It took a few moments to realize he had sat down on the ground, back against the wall, slumped and half-conscious.

“Fox,” she whispered, tapping his uninjured shoulder, eliciting a moan. “Wake up.”

His eyelids fluttered open. “Hmm?”

“We can go in now.” He groaned, and she tried again to rouse him. “Do you want to sleep out here in the cold?”

“Not really,” he mumbled, letting her help him to his feet. “I’m so fucking tired. Everything…everything hurts.”

“I know,” she said, her heart cracking open in her chest. “We’ve got our room. Let’s find it.”

In the narrow, lamplit corridor where she located their room, he leaned against the wall, waiting for her to finish struggling with the key in the lock. With his head resting on his good arm, as he breathed heavily from the climb up the stairs, he watched her, or seemed to, although his eyes kept drifting closed.

“Bed. Now,” she said, pointing toward it when they made it inside. His exhausted gaze swept the room, obviously counting.

“Just one. It’s for you,” he mumbled.

“Don’t be absurd.” She pulled him toward the lumpy-looking mattress with its yellowed sheets and woollen quilt. “You’re hurt and sick. Lie down.”

“You gonna sleep on…what? The floor?”

He really thought she would be able to sleep? After everything? “Never mind about me. Get yourself in that bed, now, before I throw you into it.” She resisted the urge to clap a hand to her mouth and backtrack as she realized she had practically shouted at him. “Uh—” Fox was staring at her with a wide-eyed expression she could not read. “I mean…please.”

He laughed. It was weak and riddled with coughs, but it was genuine, and relief swept over her like a warm wind, because…

Because if she’d ever ordered Baden around like that…and threatened him like that…no matter how empty the threat was…

“There should be a meal waiting downstairs,” she said. “I’ll go get it. You can rest, but you must at least drink. If you fall asleep, I’m going to wake you.”

Fox sat heavily on the bed. “You’re the boss, princess.”

By the door, she paused. Princess. The name was silly, and she got the feeling he wasn’t using it to be cruel, but her thoughts on the matter of her name had been boiling over since she gave the innkeeper her false one. The girl closed her eyes, imagining who she would have to be once the light of dawn broke. Someone courageous and clever, someone who faced her fears instead of burying them or running scared. Someone who was bold enough to grasp the life she wanted with both hands.

Hopes and memories flashed in her mind, bringing with them disembodied faces and disjointed pictures—flames, ink, books, blood, and a heavy sunrise filled with promise.

She let her eyes fly open, the answer to the question Who am I? coming to her in a sudden burst.

“You can keep calling me Bree,” she told him, and he raised his eyebrows. “I decided I like it after all. So that’s—that’s my name now. Bree. Bree Scarlett.”

Fox nodded slowly, his eyes on hers, repeating the name to himself, at first under his breath, then a touch louder, as strong as his weak and tattered voice would go. “Bree Scarlett. I…I like it, too.”

Cheeks suddenly blazing hot enough to be unintentionally—and newly—eponymous, Bree Scarlett hurried away, closing the door behind her. As she bounded down the stairs, tempted to take them two at a time like a giddy schoolgirl, she repeated her name to herself, and she found that the very taste of it on her tongue filled her soul with glee.

***

Defying her own prediction, Bree did fall asleep, the siren’s song of slumber suddenly irresistible the moment she let herself rest, and she awoke curled against the wall, which was where she settled after determining that the room’s wooden chair was even less comfortable than the floor. She startled awake with a gasp, trapped for a moment in the dizzying space between the waking and sleeping worlds, wondering where on earth she was and how she had gotten there.

She took one look around, and reality came crashing down: she had run away from her husband, set his prison on fire, and sprung a thief from jail.

Bree waited for the panic to set in, for the bone-breaking terror that, at any moment, Baden would burst through the door and tear her to shreds for her betrayal and her crimes.

It did not come.

Instead, she felt strangely calm, detached from the chaos she had wrought in her pursuit of freedom. Her eyes wandered over the room, with its wood-panelled walls, slightly uneven floors, and inarguably paltry sleeping spaces, trailing her gaze over the door and the window that by some miracle remained silent and unassailed by constables pounding and breaking through. It was a veritable marvel, how unafraid she felt.

As she looked around, her inspection paused upon the boy who called himself Fox.

He was still asleep, lying on his side, looking for all the world serene despite the blood still crusting his skin. Her throat tightened, horror creeping through the short-lived peace she’d just been enjoying as she took in the sorry sight of him again.

How many of those wicked bruises had been dealt by Baden himself?

She forced away the thought. There was little she could do right now about the guilt that stole through her and would not retreat; however, she had a new problem to contend with that she could solve. Fox had fallen asleep so quickly after she brought him water and the inn’s lukewarm broth that he hadn’t even gone under the wool quilt, and now he shivered in the chill of the night air.

Bree searched for something to keep him warm. Ah—there—her jacket, abandoned in a crumpled heap near the door.

How furious, she thought, her fatigue doubling as her husband invaded her thoughts again, Baden would be if he could see how carelessly and messily she’d flung aside her clothes. And how furious he would be if he knew how much she wished she could simply escape the thought of him for even a few minutes.

How furious he would be to see her pausing at the bedside of his foe, gently laying her own clothing over his body and tucking in the sides to keep him warm.

For a moment, it seemed as if her mission to blanket Fox’s shivering form without waking him had been a success, but as she turned away, his fingers curled around her wrist, the unexpected touch sending a jolt through every limb.

“Why?” His voice was rough, thick with sleep and whatever sickness ailed him. But the word was intelligible.

“You’re cold,” she said. “I could see you shivering.”

“No.” When she turned slowly back to him, his eyes were open. Bleary, yes, but he knew her. And he remembered what she had done for him. “Why. Are you. Doing this. Hel… Helping me?”

Good god, what was she supposed to say to that? What explanation was there?

“Because,” she said, failing to banish from her mind the image of him chained and on his knees, horrified at the sight of her for fear that it would bring him more agonizing pain, “you didn’t deserve what he did to you.”

He watched her, still shivering. “I…am. You know.”

“You are, what?”

“A criminal. A thief. In. In…IA.”

The cough that had been so quiet while he slept returned. Bree bit her lip, wondering what to say to quell his anxieties and allow him to rest. “Sleep more,” she said, deciding to ignore what he had mumbled—what he’d told her like she didn’t already know. “I’ll be here.”

“Bree.” He winced, overtaken by some phantom pain whose source she could not discern. “Bree. Don’t…”

He didn’t finish, and for a moment she thought he had fallen asleep mid-sentence. But his eyes were still on her when she looked back down. “I won’t leave.”

“No.” He closed his eyes. “Don’t fuck me over. Please.”

Even now, he feared she would betray him. Bree blinked back tears.

“You won’t, right?”

“I promise I won’t,” she whispered. Gently, she tried to pull her arm away, yet his fingers didn’t let go.

“Thank you,” he mumbled. So quiet, so indistinct, it was difficult to make out. “For saving me.”

Unable to bring herself to speak, and uncertainly unable to give the reply that came to mind, Bree swiped at her face with her free hand, her treacherous tears spilling over despite her efforts to hold them back.

She did not move until his fingers loosened and fell away—until the boy called Fox was asleep once more, perfectly still save for the rise and fall of his bruised, battered chest.

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So this is part one of my Billy Hargrove x OC fic.

It's not very much an original idea, I think almost everyone has a story like this in all honesty. But it loosely follows the end of season two and all of season three.

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The Mercedes practically jumped the small dips in the road.

Will, poor Will.

Why did this shit keep happening to such a sweet kid? The black car skidded to a stop in the road, parking. The woman grabbed onto the frame work, hoisting herself up to stand in her convertible.

“Eleven?” She asked in shock. The young child turned quickly.

“Kate?” The girl asked.

“Get your ass in this fucking car.” She pointed at her passenger seat with her thumb. The supposedly dead, very special young girl raced toward her friend’s car. Kate fell into the driver seat in shock.

“Why do you look like an Alice Cooper groupie?” She asked as El pulled her seatbelt on.

“I am a vigilante, I found one of my sisters and we took on bad guys.” Kate gunned the gas.

“Alright then.”

“I need to get to Mike, they’re in danger.”

“Everyone is at the Byers. Will is sick, again.” El nodded gravely.

Everyone waited with baited breath as the door swung open and El stepped in. El rushed into Mike’s arms and they hugged tightly.

“Kate, you came!” Dustin realized as the young woman shut the door quietly, leaning against it.

“Katherine.” Joyce realized, “We didn’t- You're supposed to be in Michigan, it must have taken you all day to get here.” She hugged the younger woman close.

“Three hours but don't tell Hops, he’ll have an aneurysm if he realizes how fast I was driving.” She rushed into Jonathan’s arms next, Nancy looked away discreetly as he pulled her off her feet. Her thighs wrapped around his hips as she squeezed him tightly in her arms.

“I came as soon as you called, tell me everything.” She whispered quietly to him. Johnathan sat her back on her feet.

xXx

It all started in fifth grade (fourth for Johnathan) during the shared recess. When the local bully at the time, Vance, sent a dodge ball flying straight at where Jonathan was trying to fix his first camera. Kate responded in turn by hurling a dodgeball toward his tiny crotch. The boy went down hard, and before the gym teacher could pull her off she had flipped him over and punted a second straight into his nose.

His rich parents wanted to press charges and Hopper had been called up to the school where he talked them down. He promised he would drive her home and talk to her parents after he sent the feisty ten year old out to his car. He lectured her the entire drive and she only responded that Vance had gotten what he deserved. Once they arrived at her house, the child pulled a key from under the mat and let herself and Hopper into the eerily quiet house where she plopped herself and her bag down at a kitchen table. The fridge and pantry were stocked to the nines and there was power and running water.

“What time does your mom come in from work?” He called out to her. She snorted back as she started on math homework.

“She doesnt work.”

“Where is she?”

“Probably halfway to Tenbucktoo.”

"She's gone? Like gone gone?" He asked. The girl nodded, "You know it's illegal to lie to a cop?"

"It's really not but I'm telling the truth. Mom took one of her 'me time' trips." The girl put air quotes around the name. "She gone for like six days out of the week every week, give or take. When she is here, she drinks and sleeps."

"Who takes care of you?" He asked.

"Me, myself, and I. Do you know how to do long division?" She asked. Hopper scoffed.

"Not really, kid , not really."

"Shit." She mumbled going back to her homework.

"I do make a mean macaroni."

"I have Kraft, I know how to cook." She waved him off.

"Kid, I can't let you stay here by yourself. I have to call it in."

"I'm fine, I know how to do everything." She shrugged.

"What if there's a fire?"

"Electrical and grease use baking soda; anything else uses water. Call the fire department."

"What if you need to go somewhere?"

"Walk, roller blades, bike, and skateboard. I have my pick."

"A bad person trying to break in."

"I hear the Hawkins PD has a wonderful officer named Hopper." She sassed back, crossing her hands in front of her with a smirk.

"What if you can't get to the phone?"

"In that case I would just get out." Hopper threw his hands up, the damn kid had an answer for everything. "There's an easy solution to all this, you could stay, then I won't be by myself."

"Kid thats-"

"Kate. It's Kate. Okay? Not kid, Kate. And you'd stay here while I'm here, like a babysitter, I could go with you to your job. Nothing ever happens in Hawkins."

"Let me work something out."

Working something out was driving her from school every day to the Byers residents.

Kate would spend the nights her mother wasn't home curled up in mountains of blankets on the Byers couch. By midnight ending up with Jonathan sleeping on the floor beside her and Will curled up on the opposite end.

Jonathan introduced her to his mom and little brother. His little brother introduced her to his friends. The rest was history.

When she got older she became The Babysitter. Will, Mike, Dustin, and Lucas. Her kids.

And of course when shit hit the fan in Hawkins, she was the first they had come to. Dragging her down the rabbit hole of secret government children, labs, and upside down hell hole of Hawkins. And DND as well but she'd never admit that she took a liking to the game after watching them play it while she was babysitting.

"Holy shit." Kate was mumbling, standing entirely too close to Johnathan in the Byer kitchen. He was giving her the Clift notes of everything that had happened, leaned against the sink, hand on her hip as she had her arms crossed around her in the cold house. Nancy bitterly though that if she would put on some actual clothes she wouldn't be cold.

It wasn't that Nancy and Kate didn't get along. It was just- Nancy tried. Nancy did all of the work full stop. She studied, she was nice to her teachers, nice to other classmates, she worked for her good grades and great social life. Kate did not. She didn't study, she was always back-sassing her teachers, and shit the only people Kate was nice in their highschool was Nancy herself, Johnathan, and sometimes Steve. But Kate always had straight A's, people approached her in the hallways offering friendship, Joyce and Hopper acted like she was their long lost kid, or daughter in-law.

The only difference between Nancy and Kate was simple; Kate was hot. Blonde, tall, striking green eyes that seemed they could stare into your soul, great tits huge ass. She had a weird rock-farmer vibe with her cut up band shirts, jeans, and boots. Her hair was that messy sort of curly that made her look effortlessly hot. Half the damn time though it was wrestled into these messy buns that always somehow looked perfect.

If Nancy was honest, she was jealous. She felt like she didn't stand a chance.

"Nance." She jolted, speaking of the devil.

"Yeah?" Nancy asked not unkindly.

"You ok? You were kind of gone."

"Yeah I'm fine." Kate looked at her with so much love and respect, the guilt instantly bubbled.

"Joh-" she stopped as fighting started in the living room.

"You've been hiding her this whole time!" Mike shoved Hopper.

"Shit." Nancy cursed. Kate squeezed her hand once.

"Mike!" Kate scolded, walking toward them. Hopper grabbed him.

"Hey let's talk. Alone." He pulled him into a room.

Arms circled around her, tangled almost impossible to place with their correct body. Kate laughed happily. Four out of the usual eight but she'd take what she could get.

"Hey guys." She sighed trying to hug both Lucas and Dustin. Her eyes caught the new pair of bright green eyes, "Hey there Cherrybomb."

"I'm Max…" Kate tried to untangle from the boys, laughing when they refused to let loose of her.

"It's nice to meet you Max." The boys rushed off to hug El and Max leaned around Kate to watch, "I won't be offended, you can ditch me to go meet Eleven. She is totally the coolest." Max smiled at her, starting to walk off.

"You should meet my older brother, well, step brother. I kinda think you guys would get along. Most of the time he's a dick but the times when he's nice, that's the Billy I think you'd like, you just have to give him a chance first."

"I'll keep that in mind if I ever meet him."

xXx

They were splitting up. Kate stood to one side of the living room with her arms crossed. The remaining members of her child antortage crowding around her. She shook as Hopper carried Will's body toward the car.

"Wait!" She called out pushing herself out of the door, leaning around Hopper to get to Will. "Can I just-" she ran her fingers through Will's shaggy bowl cut, kissing his clammy forehead. "Just hang in there, okay my love?" She whispered to him, "You are so brave." Joyce rubbed her shoulder. "It's going to be okay." She tearily promised Joyce. "Will is so strong."

"You can come with us." Johnathan told her. Kate shook her head.

"I wanna stay with my remaining kids, make sure they're safe. I know you and Nance can take care of Will."

Johnathan pulled her into a bone crushing hug, pulling apart just enough to lay his forehead against hers. She pulled away from him, pushing him gently toward the car. Nancy waited against the passenger side door. Kate went back inside, locking the door tightly.

Crash "The door man get the door."

"STEVE HARRINGTON what the fuck are you doing with that thing?" Kate stood in the kitchen doorway.

"He- Dustin- it's a groundbreaking scientific discovery."

"Oh you're about to have a discovery. One of how far my foot can go up your pert little ass! Get that thing out of the house."

"But it was Dustin's idea."

"Dustin's a child!" She reminded him shrilly, lovingly stroking Dustin's curls, "You're an adult! You know better than he does!" She rolled her eyes walking away from the kitchen.

"Okay, keep shoving." Dustin smiled.

"What, Kate just said-"

"Kate'll never know." Dustin slammed the door on the fridge.

"You're going to get me killed." Steve sighed.

Kate went to clean vaguely listening as the kids argued with Steve that is until things got suspiciously quiet.

"Guys what's going on?" They were all backing away from the door. Suddenly it was forced open and the prettiest man Kate had ever seen stepped through.

He looked like Hollywood with his permed mullet and sexy clothes. And he was madder than a wet viper.

"Well well well. Lucas Sinclair, what a surprise." He was walking closer and closer. Dustin grabbed Kate's hand tightly. "I thought I told you to stay away from him Max."

"Listen, I can explain." Kate tried to step in, Billy didn't even acknowledge her as his eyes panned back to Lucas.

"Shut it. Little girl."

"Oh shit." Mike mumbled.

"Billy, go away." Max was telling him.

"You disobeyed me and you know what happens when you disobey me." Kate let go of Dustin's hand, moving closer to Lucas, Max, and this punk. "I break things." He snatched Lucas up by his jacket. Everyone started yelling.

"Since Max won't listen to me, maybe you will. You stay away from her. Stay away from her." and Lucas kicked wildly, hitting him in the balls as Kate grabbed him around his waist moving him out of Billy's path. Billy doubled over grabbing for his nuts, throwing down Lucas' jacket that Kate had pulled him out of.

“You are so dead Sinclar!” Billy stood back up and instead of Lucas it was Kate. She shoved him back hard, pinning him against the doorway. Dustin cackled.

“You’re gonna get it now, kick his ass Kate!” There was something in the way Max shrunk back her eyes shifting nervously. But Kate was already seeing red.

“You don't put your goddamn meaty paws on any of my kids ever again. You wanna push, shove, swing, or beat on somebody. You swing on me.” She was too far gone to see how Billy flinched at the idea of ever hitting her, or any woman for that matter. “But I can promise you. I’m ten times quicker and ten meaner than you could ever imagine and I will put you in a goddamn hospital eating your meals through a straw. Dont. Touch. My. Kids. And that includes that beautiful little girl.” she backed off letting him go, Billy started to speak. Holding up his hands in surrender.

“Hey! Get away from her!” Steve yanked him around punching him in the jaw. Billy started cackling, the previous fight Kate shocked out of him back with a new fever.

“Looks like you got some fire in you after all, huh! I’ve been waiting to meet this King Steve everyone has been telling me so much about.” Steve put up a hand, stopping Billy from stepping up to him.

"Get out." Steve ordered darkly. Kate shuffled the kids behind her, Max included.

His pride or impressing the hot girl?

Hot girls come and go. Billy was a selfish man. His eyes locked on Kate.

"Is he one of your 'kids'?" Billy asked coldly. Kate sucked a harsh breath through her nose looking murderous. Billy swung suddenly and Steve ducted, popping back up and knocking him into the counter.

"Yes Steve! Kick his ass!!!" The kids cheered. Steve gt a few good punches in, but Billy quickly got the upper hand.

"Nobody tells me what to do." Billy headbutted Steve tossing him across the living room before flipping him over and wailing on him. Kate rushed forward wrapping herself tightly around one of his arms. Billy flung her off and she landed harshly against the floor next to Steve. There was a sharp pain in his neck and he grabbed for the syringe, turning toward Max.

“The fuck is this shit?” He asked her, throwing the almost full syringe to the floor. Kate’s eyes rolled to the back of her skull and she fell limp.

"Kate! Kate, get up!" One of the kids was calling for her and turned his head drowsily to where she was still laying. "Shit shit shit. Katie!"

She was crumpled in a heap next to Harrington. Why wasn’t she moving? The world spun and Billy fell back. Max grabbed for Steve’s bat.

“From here on out. You leave me and my friends alone. Do you understand?”

“Screw you.” Billy mumbled on the floor. Max swung, the force of it stuck the bat into the floor.

“Say you understand! Say it! Say it!!” Max screamed at him.

“I understand.” Max snatched up Billy’s keys while he was out and they dragged Steve to the car after putting a pillow under Kate’s head.

They surrounded her sleeping form.

“Kate.” Mike and Dustin shook her gently .

“Is she ok?” Max was asking.

“Watch her head, watch her head.” Dustin was chanting as they tried to move her toward the couch.

“Nuh uh. She got slammed by a Demogorgon like really hard into a tree and somethings been wrong with her head ever since.” Lucas told Max.

“Hoist.” Dustin told them as they gently tried to pick her up, “Max just keep her head steady. That’s why she was in Michigan. They sent her to a special hospital. She started getting these quiet seizures and headaches.” Kate wasn’t exactly super heavy but they were just kids and they were trying to be gentle with her. They had just pushed, shoved, and dragged Steve out to the Camaro. Kate groaned rolling onto her side.

"Kate!"

"Too loud." She responded.

"You passed out, are you okay?"

“I'm good. I'm fine.” She told them. Pushing her knees underneath her to try and stand, she looked over to the passed out Billy, "Good job Cherrybomb."

“You good to stay here with him?” Lucas asked.

“Yeah I’ll be fine with the Rob Lowe wannabe.” Kate sighed. Dustin giggled.

“Well he sure as shit aint Patrick Swayze or Tom Cruise.” She pushed herself up onto the couch. “Be safe.” She told them. After a while she drug Billy over toward the couch, putting a pillow under his big ass head.

"You are one heavy motherfucker." She cursed his sleeping form.

Time was moving slowly, minutes seemed like hours. Every now and again Billy would make this weird gagging noise in the back of his throat and she would poke him with the broom stick until he would groan and prove that he hadn't choked on his own blood.

xXx

Billy woke up with a groan, rolling over onto his back. His head was swimming.

“What the fuck was that shit?!” He cursed.

“Act like a beast, get tranqed, motherfucker.” she was up on the couch in a similar position to him.

“You know you got a dirty mouth, chica.”

“Oh my god! I should have just let you asphyxiate on your own blood.” Her head lolled off the couch and Billy reached up to scratch gently at her scalp. “Mmmm, nevermind I’m glad you lived." She stood. "Come on." She said gently. Billy got his feet under him as well and followed her woozily to the back of the house. She grabbed the salt off of the kitchen counter as they went and pushed Billy into the bathroom.

Kate fished out an extra toothbrush from under the sink and hopped up onto the counter. She plugged the drain and ran hot water in the sink.

"Rinse." She ordered him, handing him a Dixie cup of faucet water.

"I don't like when people tell me what to do."

"And I don't particularly care. Unstoppable force vs immovable object, let's go." She tipped the contents into his mouth. "Swish."

"It's warm." He mumbled around the water.

"Swish more, the heat will help if you have any scrapes or cuts from your teeth." She pressed the empty cup back to his lips. "Spit." Chunking that one in the trash she grabbed another, filling it with more hot water and sprinkling in some salt. "Swish again, hot stuff. It's going to be yucky but it helps." Swish, spit, into the trash, repeat. Until nurse Kate was sure the water was clear enough. Billy grabbed for the tooth brush and Kate pulled it away.

"What gives?"

"That's mine."

"I wanna brush my teeth."

"Ain't that a damn shame." She popped the brush into her mouth.

"Bitch."

"Dickhead." She pulled a washcloth from the hook, dipping it into the warm sink water. She held Billy's face gently as she wiped the blood from his face. Billy leaned against the sink putting his hands on both sides of her hips, standing in-between her legs.

This was horribly domestic. The power surge around them and Kate looked up sharply. She sighed something Billy couldn't quite make out. But it gave him the perfect opportunity to take the tooth brush.

"Hey!"

"Losers weepers." Kate pushed the neck of his shirt open more.

"Why are you covered in bruises?"

"Uh, because I got into a fight with pretty boy." Kate shook her head, not getting into it. Chalking the bruising on his neck up to something else like hickeys. They looked like finger prints though.

"Come on." She jumped down off the counter stumbling a bit, Billy caught her.

"Ok there, chica?"

"I'm fine. Your hand is on my ass." Billy squeezed once, realizing what the plumpness in his hand was.

"Ooop, sorry." Gravel crunched on the driveway, the two adults headed outside. It was close to midnight. "Shit." Billy mumbled as the world swam again, Kate helped him to lean against the hood of the Camaro

"Go get in my car!" Kate called to the kids, she tossed the keys to Steve. "Get them home to their parents." She held out her hand for Billy's keys from Steve.

"Are you sure about this?" Steve asked, she answered him quietly.

"Billy's fine. I don't think he's going to hurt me or Max." Kate watched as Steve took the other kids in her car.

"Keys." Billy demanded with his hand out.

"No."

"No?"

"Billy you got hit with some pretty strong tranquilizer. You're not in a state to drive. Plus I want to talk to your parents."

"Absolutely not!"

"How are you going to explain you and Max being out so late? Trust me I'm good with parents."

"Neil is-"

"Can it Max." Billy said sharply. The redhead sighed.

"If you think that Billy is an asshole Neil is twenty times worse. He's the reason Billy is an ass." Max said quickly. Billy looked annoyed.

"I've got a way with parents, trust me and get in the car."

xXx

"This is a bad idea." Billy muttered as they pulled into the driveway. Kate pulled her hair down, fluffing it out.

"No it isn't." She promised, jumping out of the car. She rapped lightly on the door, stepping back as it was yanked open with a force.

"Hi." She said gently to the red faced man, "You must be Mr. Hargrove." His face slowly relaxed from the angry look he had in place. He took her outstretched hand in his.

"Neil Hargrove, that would be me."

"My name is Katherine Torrance, I'm a local babysitter, or well I was, my kids are a bit too old to need a full time babysitter now." She sighed sadly and Mr. Hargrove made a look of sympathy, "You little girl Max is friends with my kids and she tagged along tonight when we went to the drive in."

"She was supposed to be home with her brother." Mr. Hargrove said sternly.

"Yes sir. And I understand if she's in trouble I'm not trying to sway you in any way of course. I realize she hadn't gotten permission about halfway to the drive-in next town over and the intention was for her to call at the drive-in to inform either her parents or her brother where she had gone but the payphone had been busted and the greasy man at the counter insisted that the phone inside was a business line only." Mr. Hargrove nodded slowly, "but regardless of all that I just wanted to brag to you how kind and respectful both of your children are. And how much of an amazing brother Billy is." Neil's eyebrows shot into his hairline.

"Is he now?"

"Yes sir! He is such a good man, he must have learned from the best." That comment made Billy almost physically sick. "My car broke down on our way back home and when Billy found us he crammed everyone into his car without question. He was my knight in shining armor." Neil grunted.

"Yeah he tends to favor the pretty ones, probably had to endure every line in the book didn't you?"

"Oh no sir, he was very respectful."

"Kids go inside." He ordered Billy and Max. Max rushed past him but Billy stalled.

"William. Now." Billy stepped past his father.

"Night Turner." He muttered.

"Bye Hargrove." Kate answered back.

"You go to Hawkins?" Mr. Hargrove asked.

"I'll be coming back within a few weeks, we had moved up to Michigan for a while and now we are moving back."

"You seem like a really sweet girl," he ran his hand down her arm, "So stay away from my son, he's nothing but trouble."

"Oh. Um yes sir." She nodded, stepping off of the porch.

"He's really manipulative, could charm the pants off of a nun. Treats women like they're his play thing and I'll be honest with you, a few of those young girls he strings along walk around this town with bruises on them." Neil shook his head, "I've tried to get through to him but nothing I say sways him. I worry for his future."

"I understand completely." Kate waved goodbye, and started walking backwards down the driveway, "I should be headed home. Thank you sir."

"Let me drive you home."

"No no, that's entirely unnecessary." As if on cue, there rolled up Steve's BMW. She eyed where Max was pressed to the glass of a window, phone still in hand.

"Hey! Kate, I've got the tow truck on the way. We've got to meet them at your car!" Steve rolled down the passenger window.

"Bye." She jumped into the car and Steve sped off.

"Something is wrong with Max's stepdad." She told Steve.

"Yeah Max seemed scared as shit when she called Lucas'."

"Oh my God!" Kate squealed, "My boys!" She wrapped her arms around the closest kissing him all over his forehead. Poor Lucas was going to be wiping away the lipstick stains for days. "You all look so handsome! Wait? Where's my favorite?" Mike, Will, and Lucas groaned.

"Steve is showing him how to fix his hair." Mike rolled his eyes. Kate faked a gag.

"It's always Steve!" She rolled her eyes, "Fuck me with a chainsaw!"

"That would be brutal." Max scoffed, approaching the group, "Woah!" She said in shock looking at Kate, "You clean up!" Kate held out her arms, swishing the skirt of her dress back and forth. It was red, tight fitted, with long sleeves and a deep neckline, there was just enough loose skirt to cover her mid thigh, and it flared out off of her hips.

"Doesn't it look gorgeous!"

"You look hot!" Max said wide-eyed. Kate laughed.

"Y'all go have fun, be kids!" They rushed off and Kate stood by the door taking tickets.

"Shit." A deep voice sighed as Kate stood just outside the open doors, fanning herself from the full blast of the heat in the gym. "I thought that was you." She placed her fingertips to his firm chest, stopping him. Billy.

"Ticket please." He placed an arm over her head on the door frame.

"I'm chaperoning." Kate looked back at all the children.

"Oh really?! Which one's yours, I don't see any mini juvenile delinquents."

"Really? Because I can see four right there." Billy pointed to her kids. She clicked her tongue against her teeth, turning to look at him before her eyes widened in disbelief, looking somewhere past him.

"No!" She grabbed his free arm, accidently pulling him closer, "Oh! My poor baby, what has that Bono look-a-like done to your beautiful hair!" She groaned looking at Henderson. Billy backed off leaning against the other side of the double doors to smoke.

"Hey!" Steve tossed his hands up lagging a bit behind.

"Don't start your shit with me, rolling up here playing that shitty pop music!"

"Dustin looks good-"

"Mom and dad are fighting again." Dustin mumbled walking past.

"He looks like a million- uhh-." Steve stopped dead, words dying, wide eyes turned down, "That is a lot of cleavage for a middle school dance." Kate snapped her fingers in his face.

"Eyes up here shit brains! Why does my kid look like Chewbacca fucked the shit out of Madonna and had a love child?!" Kate's tits bounced with her erratic hand motions. Steve's eyes immediately went back down, "Keep it up. I flashed Higgins' wife for telling me I looked like a slut." Steve scurried off quickly.

"Personally I think it's unlady like for a young woman-" Billy's voice faded into a growl as Kate reached for her neckline to pull it down.

"You can shove your opinion up your cute little ass Hargrove." She eyed his cigarette.

"Want one?" He asked her, holding out his hand. Kate reached over and Billy took her hand pulling her to him.

"What are you doing?" Kate laughed, Billy placed her arms on his shoulders, putting his hands on her hip and swaying them to the slow music.

"You want to smoke, dance with me." Billy demanded. He swayed them in small circles around their little quiet square of the parking lot.

"Content yet?" Billy took the cigarette from his mouth and put it between her lips. Kate tried to reach for it and he 'Aahnt' ed her smacking her hand away lightly.

"Inhale" Billy ordered. Kate took a deep drag off of the cigarette, holding it before blowing the smoke away from Billy. He placed the lipstick stained cigarette back between his lips.

"Is this your last one?"

"Yeah I was going to head to the Circle K after this."

"Why?"

"Because I need more smokes?" He looked at her like she was stupid as he started swaying them again.

"No I mean why are you sticking around you could easily just come back and pick her up?" Billy shrugged.

"I didn't mind waiting." He tossed the cigarette once it was burned down to the filter.

"Do you only smoke Reds?"

"What else do you have?"

"Shit." Billy sighed from the back of Kate's car. Kate smirked around the rolling paper.

"Just full of surprises aren't I, so I'm running low and Rick apparently got himself into more trouble so we are shotgunning it, is that cool?"

"What's that?" Billy looked all pretty in that blue shirt in her backseat.

"You don't know how to shotgun a joint?" She turned so they were facing each other better, "I'm about to teach you the hottest way to seduce someone ever!" Billy smirked.

"So you're trying to seduce me?"

"Okay no. For us it's simply a means to an end and that end is getting high." She scooched even closer, "So you take your Reds or a blunt, you get a girl who's never smoked before, and you tempt them. When they get all nervous you tell them you know a way they can get the taste of it and see if they like it. You take your drag- here lemme just show you, you'll probably like this." She took a long drag off of the joint and leaned close, grabbing Billy's chin. "Open." Kate mumbled and Billy parted his lips. Kate leaned into him extremely close and blew the smoke into his mouth. "And you tell them to inhale as you blow." He felt her lips against his as she spoke. She sat back on her knees taking another drag. "Trust me with your good looks, panties will fly." She laughed. Billy held out his hand for the joint.

"Let me try." He smirked, taking a long drag before pulling her face toward his. He made sure there lips bumped together as he blew the smoke into her mouth. She inhaled before leaning over Billy to blow the smoke out the window.

"Just like that." She told him. Billy swore her eyes glowed in the moonlight.

"Kate?" A voice echoed over the night, "Kate?!"

"Shit that's Johnathan!" She put the joint between his lips, "You can hang out here and finish that if you like." And she was gone. Billy watched through the front windshield as she ran up behind the tall and lanky Byers kid. She grabbed his sides, doubling over in laughter when he jumped, startled.

"I've been looking for you everywhere!" He wrapped her in his arm, steering her back toward the middle school gym. "Where have you been?"

"Here. There. Everywhere." She snarked back. Billy watched bitterly, what in the fuck did that skrawny sack of shit have on him. Steve, Billy could understand if it was Harrington, but Byers?!

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[mejomonster]

Oh an FYI, for better or worse the Riverdale show is intensely inspired by Twin Peaks.

I feel like if you've ever seen twin peaks, this becomes immediately obvious within seconds of turning on Riverdale.

Like, on technicality, yes riverdale is "based on" Archie comics. And in a sense that's not totally wrong. It definitely plays with 50s aesthetics despite being set in 2000s (sort of like Twin Peaks lives in the "retro" even though it's technically not set in the past), and it uses the fact its based on a fun comic to really just have Fun going all out camp. It doesn't Care the bad guys name is Blossom like a fucking cartoon lol, it IS like one. It doesn't care the colors aren't about the realism like at all but about pretty colors, cartoons don't care if they're going for what pops. It doesn't care its calling stuff Jingle Jangle and the Serpents and the Black Hood and the Sugar Man, because hey that's exactly what a kids cartoon would do especially an older one having a fun time being ridiculous. So like yeah, in that way, you can see the comic vibe. And in a way I don't like really noticing at all and would rather ignore, it does in some ways try to keep some elements of those original core characters (which in some ways I Ah really wish Riverdale had nothing to do with an existing property because then I'd actually have no issues with it at all lol... but 1 we live in a time where almost everything is a remake adaptation prequel sequel and that's like the whole Industry top levels fault at the end of the day-.- and 2 for better and worse I think in some ways the show does actually care for the original material, which I did not expect and feel conflicted about and mostly want to avoid but it Is there if you look for it.)

Like. In a way Riverdale is if you made an Archie fanfiction Twin Peaks au. It's so Twin peaks. It screams Twin peaks for modern teenagers.

Like? Alice Cooper is the same actress that played the waitress with the abusive truck driver husband in Twin Peaks (they even use a Twin peaks image of her for the newspaper article of her younger self). Jughead's dad is one of the bad guys from Scream (and I feel like that on its own screams a LOT about horror and camp themes and references). So many shots in Riverdale (at least up to the season 2 I've watched) are direct shots from Twin Peaks. The color scheme reliance on red is Twin peaks, and the blue reliance is Riverdale playing with its own use of color the same way. The Riverdale town sign is a direct shot from Twin Peaks. Jughead and the biker gang in GENERAL and the Whyte Worm are like huge obvious parallels to the leather jacket wearing biker gang in Twin Peaks lol??? The weird dialogue, while not having the same effect at ALL of Twin peaks surreal shit, is likewise obviously trying to not be normal. Riverdale doesn't want to sound normal, it's happy to be weird as shit and whatever IT wants to be, and that's a very Twin Peaks attitude.

My dad said when Twin Peaks aired everyone thought it was so weird and interesting. And like. I'm not sure I can say I've got an opinion of Riverdale much yet, but I can say yeah... if you're used to media trying to be normal, like the other stuff, realistic, no surrealness in your media, then lmao of course Riverdale is weird. Yet if you've ever seen Twin Peaks or equally bizarre stuff, Riverdale is pretty tame and mundane and only in the shallow end of weird to be quite Frank (as of mid season 2 where I am). Like... I am DESPERATE for Riverdale to take off the training wheels for its "audience thats never seen Twin Peaks" and FINALLY go as weird as Twin Peaks! Or weirder! Give me weirder! It's still actually like... Twin Peaks episode 1 level weird, just with more camp. Riverdale hasn't even entered end of season 1 Twin Peak Bizarre levels yet.

Anyway back to my point. I think seeing it as a homage to Twin Peaks sort of makes obvious a lot of stuff that seemed... incomprehensible about Riverdale, tbh? Like... why have a biker gang, why act like you're in the past even though you're set in the present, why have a killer, why have an adult manipulating a student, why have fucked up rich people messing with the town, why have a weird bar that fights happen at, why have murders and a curfew no one listens to, why have random people hook up and have secret affairs and ties, why do people say weird shit, why are there sudden dance or singing scenes, why would a character show up doing a drug deal or hiding jewelry or trying to run away or... because Twin Peaks did. So MUCH of Riverdale is so clearly a homage to Twin Peaks.

I'm waiting for a log lady equivalent, a confusing dream sequence, a truly fucked up gambling club full of teen girls, a doppelganger, stuff Twin Peaks did that was bizarre that Riverdale hasn't even reached yet.

Tldr I just think like. It's neat. It's nice even. I like this aspect. I think a lot of early reactions I saw to Riverdale, a long long time ago back when they really were reacting to like "very ordinary plot" season 1? Was in part people reacting to a show doing some things like Twin Peaks, but they'd never seen a show do That before and so were just like wow WEIRD. And like. Fair. But also sometimes the weird feeling... is the point.

[storkmuffin]

19 !

19. Who is your favorite parentdale character? Why?

Penelope Blossom!!!

Penelope is the single most effective member of parentdale. Just to name two examples: (a) Husband kills her darling son? Kills the husband & gets away with it! (b) Nightmare-child daughter pisses her off? Crawl around inside the walls of the house to terrorize her using the Julian doll!

Penelope is the best dressed woman in the world. It's not even about her (fabulous) clothes. Nobody has ever looked so elegant entirely wrapped in bandages.

Penelope's dessication into her hard-shell-with-hollow-innards middle age fueled only by poisonous rage when she started out as the weepy-girl softy she'd been in the 80s haunts me.

Penelope has superhuman resilience. Look at all she's survived: a terrible house fire, imprisonment, in-wall-living, attempted gas poisoning, maple syrup waterboarding, being raised by Nana Blossom, sex with Hal Cooper (by contrast, look at what it did to poor Alice Cooper), getting smugged-at by Bughead, being trapped in the Fuck Bunker etc etc. Total Icon.

Penelope contains multitudes - abuse survivor, murderer, brothel madam, nun, mother, orphan yet old money, art-understander who hates art, heteronormative homophobic lesbian, red-headed ginger fetishist... I could go on and on but this answer is long enough.

[melis-writes]

The Other Woman [Michael Corleone x Reader Series, 18+ Smut] MASTERLIST PLAYLIST.

Read on AO3 / Read on Tumblr. / Masterlist of Chapters.

18+, explicit smut read. All specific warnings available on AO3. Sexy Michael Corleone gifs only available on Tumblr chapter uploads.

Hired by the Corleone family as a governess, you relocate to the Lake Tahoe family compound, looking forward to your future in Nevada until you meet your employer—Michael Corleone. Your future is then ensnared only in lust and forbidden love for Michael since the beginning, and you find yourself yearning for a married man you can never have. Desire and passion clash with one another as Michael takes you to be his mistress—only having an exclusive sexual relationship with you while his sex life with Kay dies out. Knowing from the beginning you’ll never truly be with Michael and that your place in his life is worlds apart from Kay’s as the other woman, the love you have for him consumes you until it threatens to burn out everything you’ve ever had with Michael.

i. the other woman - lana del rey  / ii. wake up alone - amy winehouse  / iii. in the night - the weeknd  / iv. nights in white satin - the moody blues  / v. craving (i only want what i can’t have) - t.A.T.u.  / vi. speechless - morning parade  / vii. mouth of the devil - mother mother  / viii. ain’t no other man - christina aguilera  / ix. the balcony scene - pierce the veil  / x. all i need - within temptation  / xi. poison - alice cooper  / xii. boyfriend - best coast  / xiii. take my breath - the weeknd  / xiv. heartless - the weeknd  / xv. call out my name - the weeknd  / xvi. fuck it i love you - lana del rey  / xvii. dark paradise - lana del rey  / xviii. starring role - marina  / xix. show me love - t.A.T.u.  / xx. sad girl - lana del rey

[powderblueblood]

🎵+ Eddie pls

send me 🎵+ character name and i’ll write a lil blurb inspired by a song from their playlist (you can also request songs and i will do my level best. god is a dj and i'm god)

▶ THIS YEAR - THE MOUNTAIN GOATS

six cylinders under the hood crashing and kicking, aha! listen to the engine whine or eddie takes the van out alone for the first time and feels free

an: some younger!eddie angst for your nerves!!! i love writing about the Munson Men so i hope u enjoy this anon word count: 1k

Keys land with a coolness in Eddie's outstretched palm, sweaty and warm, blood pumping under the skin like a crimson whirlpool.

"I'm not about to argue with you any more, son," Wayne mumbles, shoulders slouched in surrender, "You wanna cruise around in that deathtrap, that's on you."

Eddie's mouth opens to bark out yet another instance of but it's not gonna be a deathtrap when I'm done with it! and recount all his promises of becoming a bonafide grease monkey, taking all the necessary measures to make the van good as new.

The van. His van.

He drops the argument, since Wayne's suit is always a good one to follow, and closes his fist around the keys. He's won this round. A ball of fire begins to ignite in his chest and if he's not totally hallucinating, Wayne, grumpy old Wayne, is fighting back a smile.

"I'll stay the speed limit, I swear."

The fuck he will.

"The fuck you will."

Eddie's guffaw echoes in the empty doorway as he trips over himself, running outside the trailer to embrace his new four-wheeled glory. Well, not new-- far from new, of course. She's a girl with a lotta miles on her, showing up and out in the paintwork he's going to make sure he manicures. She's no Impala but she is a Chevy, a beautiful broad-assed 1971 Chevy.

She's got the same birthday as Killer by Alice Cooper and Eddie is head over heels in love with her.

Eddie is also an incredibly reckless driver, so something this hardy is necessary. Evel Knievel over here would turn a Beemer into a pretzel soon as look at it, as evidenced by the Beemer he almost rams into while he's gunning it into Hawkins.

"Fucking watch it, freak!"

Eddie flings his head out the window as Alice keens from the stereo (that big, bumping, beautiful stereo) and wags his tongue in the direction of an irate Steve 'The Hair' Harrington, who'd just got that new set of wheels for his birthday. Eddie knew that--everyone knew that--because he wouldn't stop peacocking it around the parking lot at school.

Well, compared to Eddie's ol' beauty, that fucking thing was puny.

"Eat my dust, pretty boy!"

He cruises down the main drag of Hawkins, marveling at his view from the driver's side. His elevated seat. His hands clutching the wheel. He even tosses a gentlemanly salute to a young mom and infant daughter that crane their necks to stare at him rolling on by.

Ladies.

See this, this is what it's all about. He's finally got the war machine he deserves. His ticket to the open road, his getaway car out of dodge, his method for hauling assloads of equipment around (once Ronnie gets that drum head fixed). Even his--dare he even think it--chick magnet.

Chicks love dudes with cars. Chicks like dudes with vans even better, because there's room in the back. Privacy. Shit like that is hard to come by when you spend most nights sharing a trailer with your aging uncle whose night shifts keep getting cut.

Not-- not that Eddie is exactly drowning in missed opportunities, but should the opportunity ever present itself, he'll be ready.

He's sourcing a shag carpet.

Eddie makes a couple more turns around town, even cruises by the school for good measure-- you never know which cheerleaders are hanging around after hours.

The most important thing is he feels completely unshackled in the confines of this van. Totally impenetrable. This is a space that he doesn't feel guilty taking, a space he doesn't feel odd or inferior in. Motherfucker, this is his all his.

He slows down his speeding on purpose when returning to Forest Hills, as if Wayne doesn't already know he's assaulting those gas pedals.

He slows down as he approaches the Munson trailer. He slows, and slows, and slows, and whines to a halt where Al Munson slaps both hands on the front of the van.

"Hey, kiddo."

Al Munson, his father, has been locked up in Blackburn Correctional in Lexington, Kentucky for the past eight months. Eddie's forgotten what for, or he didn't care to listen in the first place. Al Munson was not supposed to be out for a long, long time.

Al Munson always manages to find a loophole.

He reaches through that loophole, and he takes and takes and takes.

Eddie holds his breath.

"What, your old man doesn't get a big hello? Maybe a congrats on flyin' the coop, jailbird?" Al laughs and it's warm like the whiskey he sometimes lets Eddie drink with him. Al laughs and the fucking nightingales sing, the world shakes, everything becomes technicolor except the cloud hanging over Eddie's head.

Because, as Eddie so observantly notices, Al didn't come here with a car. He probably walked his ass all the way to Forest Hills, or hitched with some poor sucker he buttered up with stories and cigarettes and charm.

Wayne lingers in the doorway of the trailer. He can't meet Eddie's eyes.

He knew this was the one thing I had going for me. He knew this was the one thing I had left. The only thing that's mine.

Except the papers for the van don't say that. The papers say Al Munson.

He was supposed to be gone for so much longer that Eddie had hoped he'd forget about the van. About Hawkins. Maybe even about him, once and for all, and Eddie could inherit the only truly good thing his shitheel father ever had going.

Al, while remarkably charming, is not a man with a lot of patience. He slaps the side of the van-- not hard, but smart. "Out of the chariot, Ed," he commands. "Let's go, boy. I gotta jet someplace."

It occurs to Eddie that he has an opportunity on his hands right here. A massive fuck-you type opportunity. He could just peel out. Throw the finger to Al, and to Wayne for betraying him and not warning him about this in due time. Speed off. Take off for Indy and figure it out from there. He's got a full-ish tank of gas.

The one thing he's missing is his father's charm. He won't get far without it. It's the kind of thing you can't say no to.

No one says no to Al Munson.

Eddie, Eddie with his hair growing long around his ears and his seized shoulders and his cloud hanging heavy with rain over his head, is not about to start now.

"Just warming her up for ya, pops."

[eddie-rifff]

Bryan Ferry from Roxy Music is massive conservative who praised the Nazis and Alice Cooper is a Depp and Manson defender. It’s not that Jimmy Page isn’t absolute garbage, I recognize that he’s a POS, it’s that all 70s musicians are, and if you are a fan of one but shit on ppl from being fans of others, you’re being incredibly hypocritical.

Also, underage groupie scenes were massive and everywhere and you are absolutely lying to yourself if you think your favs aren’t also nonces (Bryan himself dated a teenager when he was 30, and let’s be real when a 30 y/o dates a teen they do not fucking care if they are 18 vs 16 or 17). It was a disgusting downright horrific fact of the rock scene in the 70s, not something that you should use for cheap dunks?

LZ fans for the most part recognize that he is trash you don’t gotta pop in on someone else’s post to be a dick, especially if you got trash of your own that you clearly don’t care to acknowledge. Literally just fucking scroll

bro i complain about bryan ferry all the time, i know hes a piece of shit? if you read my dni, which also says "j*mmy p*ge apologists" like you, you will also have read that bryan ferry is on there, i hate the dude, hes the worst part of roxy music

i know. i get it. i was preyed upon by a musician as an 18 yr old and he even told me he'd have made a move at me earlier. ill name names when he dies <3

"lz fans for the most part recognize that he is trash" NOT true. thats what annoys me. i saw but a year ago someone post "i wish he would sing me a lullaby" which got like 30 reblogs. thats not a fandom who recognizes shit

and by your logic you can also "literally just fucking scroll," what makes you any different than me? im not going to be posting any more of your asks, if you have that much of a problem with my very lukewarm take just block me!

most importantly, you're not changing my opinion on him whatsoever. he sucks, led zeppelin sucks. you have not done anything to change my mind. i hope you got something out of this.

[girlsloveamystery]

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Betty stared at the guy before her, taking note of his flyaway curl peeking out of his beanie he wore like armor.

“What kind of name is Jughead?” Betty snapped.

“The kind of name you nickname yourself when the real thing is worse,” he said, smirking at her intently.

He was getting under skin and he knew it. Betty wanted to throttle him.

“Besides annoying me to my grave, can I help you with anything else?” Betty asked, pencil poised to take his order, whenever he decided to stop fucking around.

He looked at her for a moment and then dropped a perfectly well-timed missile. “Alice Cooper isn’t your mom.”

And Betty didn’t have to ask him to explain what he meant. Nor did she think he was lying. Memories of another woman holding her at the tender age of three, telling her she’d always be her girl. And Betty understood.

Her life had been built on a lie.

[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

is there a song you know every word of by heart?

a song? A song??? honey there are thousands thank you so much for asking

off the top of my head, a list without thinking:

brothers in arms, telegraph road, ride across the river (dire straits), the prisonder, dream of mirrors (all 9 minutes, yes including the 3-minute guitar solos), hallowed be thy name, the writing on the wall (iron maiden), march of the damned (judas priest), smash, the kids aren't alright, self esteem, genocide (the offspring), revolution, let us hear your voice, land of the free, up to you, same old story, united, enemy, fuck authority (pennywise), arcarsenal, one-armed scissor (at the drive-in), obsolete absolute (lagwagon), a bar in amsterdam, to the sea, lady grey, flash in the dark, my own tune (katzenjammer), and that fucking song in french about the months that we once listened to in class and i just can't get rid off, in the end, runaway (linkin park), take on me (a-ha), poison (alice cooper)

anyway i prolly know At Least half the album these songs are from and there are lotsssss more that i didn't just think of rn and i recommend All Of Them. except the french kids' song