#(oh but they also had an affair for like 20 years after their divorce. while she was married and he was in several relationships)

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IWTV rewatch

Season 1 episode 6 [Like Angels Put In Hell By God] - part 2/2

- [Louis] "It was an awkward time, but I loved Claudia with all my heart, and I loved Lestat with a wounded one." - better a broken heart than no heart at all, as my Doctor would say.

- Hey, looook, estranged Father and estranged Daughter finally agreeing on something! All for the sake of Daddy, yeah, but still.

- Okay, but if Antoinette is dead, that means no Antoine during Prince Lestat… Unless Lestat is lying again. Which would make things Awkward if they do adapt Prince Lestat and follow that plotline.

- Love Louis playing mediator between his husband and his daughter. Honestly seeing myself trying to mediate between my violently divorced parents and my siblings who have each chosen their side. Fun times all around.

- Love that they sleep in the same coffin, though. Healing!!

- Aaaaw, a Nicki mention! Love Claudia's proxy jealousy, all for the game and the hatred.

[Lestat] "Nicki passed on after he and I parted ways. Took me a century to try again." - you know what, I am now firmly in support of the timeline change. Love the fact that it took a century for Lestat to love again, instead of a decade like in the book. That's my kind of star-crossed doomed romance jam.

- Ah, yep, there it is, not very dead Antoinette. Good job, Lestat. That's definitely not going to come back and bite you in the neck. "There's no place for me other than New Orleans." - 'Stat, chéri, explain to me how you think this is all going to work out in your mind.

- [Louis] "What difference would it make?" - resignation is not a good look on you, Lou baby.

- [Louis] "The numbness remained, hardened somehow into a dissociative shell, a vessel of acceptance, tortured rationalisation." - and here comes the depression with the steel chair…

- Claudia my queen, you deserve so much better.

- [Louis] "Hey sis! You don't need me. You think you do, but you don't. You're smarter now. You see trouble coming a mile away." - excuse me while I sob my heart out. Yes I know how it goes, but please give me that one moment of hope and love before turning it back to hatred and despair.

- [Louis] "But it was 1939, and the only Negro allowed in first class was the porter, and the Negro passenger rode the rear. The Negro vampire made do with what was left, which was fine with her." - oh, hello social commentary. We haven't had much of that in the past couple of episodes. Which is a shame, the 30s are such a rich and ripe decade… But I guess vampire emotional drama takes precedence over sociology.

- [Louis] "'This is the part of my story, back in San Francisco, where you said, and I paraphrase, 'Give it to me. Make me a vampire now'.' [Daniel] 'In the eyes of a 20-year-old, you were wasting the gift.' [Louis] 'You're in your 20s, Rashid. What do you think?'"

More like 520s, but potatoes, tomatoes, I guess. Their little roleplay continues to entertain me when things become too heavy.

Also I just love the serenity of this scene. The sun shining through one window, the others veiled, and the muezzin's call in the background, that's the afternoon prayer, I think, given the slant of the sun rays , the last one before night. It's a such a perfect moment. And Daniel's feeling his meds kicking up, he's starting to go under, but still bitchy and sassy.

- [Daniel] "'And divorce. And die. Save it for the rent boy.' [Rashid/Armand] 'May I be excused, Mr du Lac?'" - I wonder what made Armand react like that; to be called a rent boy, or to be reminded of Daniel's fragility and the fact that he keeps rejecting the gift, maybe in an echo of their affair in the 70s and 80s? I will die on this hill, Devil's Minion did take place between the San Fran and the Dubai interviews, and Armand ran away because he got scared of losing Daniel and both didn't want to go through the giving of the gift. But anyway, look at his face there, he's gutted. In that very subtle Armand way.

- [Louis] "If I was to join Dante's wood of the Self-Murdered, it would be another night." - it's killing me that I have to say this, but Lou sweetie, maybe put down the books for a moment and seek some help. (Me at myself: oh, like you're doing, maybe? Shush, we're talking about Louis, not me)

- [Lestat] "Germany's invaded Poland"- and history inviting herself back in the narrative through the big door.

[Louis] "'Since when do you care about humanity?' [Lestat] 'Well, I don't. But to think our sister, impulsive tot that she is, was on her way to holiday in Europe. I'm so glad she decided the better of it.'"

Sometimes this show reminds you with a big slap to the face that one of its main genre is indeed horror, including psychological horror. Ooof, that shrill music as the camera pans to the rest of the living room and Claudia sitting there panicked and then Louis's terrified face… Chilling. Oh, and Lestat making his way in the train, some more horror for us. Fantastic. I love it so much. And the music here…

- You know what is one of the worst part? Lestat is not wrong. Claudia leaving would lead to Louis walking into the sun, and Lestat absolutely cannot have that.

- And here begins the murder planning… And hello, social commentary. The fact that Claudia's argument is that she and Louis are Lestat's "slaves", given their race and history… Oh, this is going deep. Very, very deep. Claudia's playing three dimensional chess while Lestat is still parading around.

- The way she corners him in that chess game. While she's having an absolutely mind blowing mental conversation with Louis… Brilliant. Chilling. Claudia my queen you deserve everything good in the universe and your parents don't deserve you at all. And Lestat losing his mind as she refuses to finish the game, because now he's finally understanding that he's about to lose it all…

- [Louis] "We were going to kill Lestat. We were going to kill Lestat." - love how Louis repeats that, as if it's the first time he's saying it out loud for what it is.

- Oooh, hello and welcome to the 70s! Just the music choice has me vibrating out of my skin.

Louis's hairdo in '73 is glorious. And also his game at picking up boys.

[Louis] "I have an accent?", says the King of languages and accents.

[Louis] "I have what you're looking for. High quality. Befitting a man of my tastes." - the fact that he could equally be talking about drugs, sex or a story… Lou babe, you've become dangerous.

[Daniel] "'Are you a narc?' [Louis] 'I'm a vampire.' [Daniel] 'I want to interview you.'"

And thus came into being the grand vampire revolution. At least in the books. Pretty sure if Louis had known what he was setting in motion with his picking up a reporter boy in a gay bar in San Fran, he'd have run all the way over to South America instead of going to that room in Divisadero.

- Man, Danny took one look at that gorgeous black guy saying he's a vampire and said "I wanna tap that in every way possible".

Oh hello there Rashid. Lmao. Love the fact that Armand still wears his brown contacts in Daniel's dream memory, because memory is a monster and Daniel doesn't even know what he's remembering.

- Sam Reid's voice is exquisite, I cannot wait to see what Daniel Hart is going to do with Rockstar Lestat…

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[elvisabutler]

Hi!! Congrats on 500! Would I be able to request the prompt “are you drunk? i thought you stopped drinking?” from angst with austin!elvis! Thank you so much 😘😘

thank you anon! 💖 you definitely can! general note, elvis did not really drink all that often due to the fact that he was a mean drunk and generally speaking, let's be honest, his mother was an alcoholic and he was at least aware of the possibility of him becoming one. why he couldn't apply that knowledge to pills is a fascinating case of well it's prescribed so its fine vs it's illegal/not given to me by a doc. but i digress. so that means it's austin!elvis x reader time though i could make a case for 50s austin elvis asking his mama that.

angst, "are you drunk? i thought you stopped drinking?" - austin!elvis ( see also: it's never safe for us not even in the evening 'cos i've been drinking )

tw: unhealthy relationship tbh. drinking, obviously. codependence. mention of elvis's drug use. a slight age difference. better than his normal but still oof.

it wasn't always like this. it wasn't always like this until it was always like this. it wasn't always like this until your husband proved time and time again you made a mistake. you made a mistake marrying him when you were 20 and in love and he had just come back from war, "oh please daddy, say yes, all he wants to do is marry me and we can have a family."

what you have is a daughter born too long into your marriage for everyone to not think there was something wrong with you and elvis. no, that hadn't been it, but to make a kid you have to be in the same room together. it wasn't always like this until your husband's affair with ann margret was splashed all over the tabloids.

"a pink bed, elvis? are you kidding me? this is humiliating!" you shouted.

"it ain't like that baby!" he roared back crowding you. "you know i wouldn't do that satnin."

truth is, you didn't know what he'd do anymore.

it wasn't like this until you were left alone at graceland for two movies and jerry tried to keep elvis on a leash but "it's getting bad." so you come to hollywood and elvis- he's exhausted but it's always that he's fine, he's got his medication just go back to sleep. as if you've been able to sleep worth anything without a glass of wine or five since the ann margret incident. it wasn't always like this and it wasn't like it at all when you found out about lisa. you had all his attention and every second not on set filming was spent touching your belly and singing songs to it. hell, he had even tried to regain some semblance of a sleeping pattern. it wasn't like this for the blissful year until it went back to being like this.

you drink heavily after she's born, enough that elvis hires a nanny because he can't wake up all the time with her and go on shoots and "goddammit woman, she's our daughter, stop this and take care of her."

he makes you quit right before the 68 special, something about how he has plans to reinvigorate everything in his life and that includes you and him. but there's something about those eyes and him looking like he has all the hope in the world that makes you do it. and so it stopped being like that for a while and you were happy. you both were so happy and lisa was trying to walk and seeing him tell her "up up up" has you blurting out "you should call it the lisa marie."

but then the colonel did exactly what you said he would and clipped everyone's wings. this was supposed to be the new beginning and now- and now it's ruined. elvis is strung out on god knows what any more. and you drink. and you worry. and you drink. and you worry. and you drink. and you have to leave, your parents will pay for another round of rehab or you'll make elvis do it in the divorce but its clear you can't stay here. your liver can stand being here any more.

you're drunk already. it's 11 in the morning and you know your words are mildly slurring when the driver asks you if you think this is a wise decision. it's the wisest one you're ever going to make you think. you're drunk already and it means you slame things a little harder than you should when you're packing up the last bit of stuff from the room you share- ha, that's a joke- with elvis. between that and the curtain opening up his eyes blearily blink at you.

"baby? y/n? what're doing?" his own words come out a little slow but you can't tell if that's from whatever downer he took to sleep or from his half asleep state. you figure it's both.

you take a deep breath and stand up a little wobbly. you can do this, you can tell him what's been on your mind and what you're doing. "i'm leaving you, and i'm taking lisa wit' me."

your own accent betrays you throwing away whatever training your mother instilled in you to try and be more more southern belle and less poor trash. it angers you to your core and has you half tripping in your heels before you catch yourself in the bathroom.

the noise your stumble makes has elvis up in a heartbeat like he wasn't just passed out not even five minutes ago. his legs carry him to the bathroom where he crowds you against the counter.

"are you drunk? i thought you stopped drinking?" he growls, grabbing your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes. "you're not taking lisa like this. you're not goddamn going anywhere like this."

"i am." you spit back, actually letting a bit of spit hit his face. "and i've been drinking again for months you just haven't noticed. strung out on whatever those leeches have you on."

he shakes his head and lowers his voice to a whisper. "no i'd- i'd have noticed you drinking like mama again."

"not when you're not here. or when you're here you're a ghost. lisa's cried for you and i have to tell her daddy's passed out or daddy is in seattle or across town but can't visit because he's doped up." you whisper back, grabbing elvis's wrist in an attempt to force him to let your chin go.

he grants your request and once again shakes his head. "satnin. darlin'-" he stops himself and you can see his eyes tearing up. "i let you get that bad again, didn't i? i did- i'll stop. don't leave. we'll- go together. we'll go to that place you went to together."

you fell for this once, you think, back before the 68 special and you know quite well the colonel won't give elvis enough of a break to actually do what would need to be done for both of you to get healthy. you put your hands on either side of elvis's face and shake your head. "no, honey. i'm not- i'm goin'. my parents are taking lisa and i'm goin'."

there is no room for him in this equation and from his sigh he knows it. "come back when you do, please. i can't- i need my girl. please. i'll do something just come back when you're better. please don't leave me like mama. please."

you know he won't let you go if you don't say yes. you shouldn't say yes but you can't stop it coming from your mouth. "i won't, handsome. but you gotta let me go right now."

his hands drop to his sides almost like you were a general and he gave an order. he places a kiss on your forehead before wrapping you in his arms. "promise."

"i promise." you say.

you're not sure if you were lying or not.

[spiltscribbles]

Im so excited!!!! Here’s a little “It’s always been you. You and only you.” sprinkled in with Green-Eyed Epiphany

~Notes: OMFG bubby!!!! You are so beyond adorable! Thank you So SO much for the sweetness!! I really hope you like this XS and fingers crossed  this fits the promptXS <3 <3 <3

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Prompt Smash Game  |  Send Me A Prompt💜   |  A Reblog Is Like A Huge, Warm Hug!!!

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~R: my mom’s working the night shift at the clinic👀👀

~S: Kinky😏

~S: I can be there in 15

~R: make it 20 and get Chinese x

~S: sometimes I think ur j using me for the food

~R: and bring henny😈

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It’s seventeen minutes since Remus sent the last text when the front door of his modest ranch house begins to thump with a familiar wrapping that’s three quick knocks followed by two slower ones, and he has to wrestle down the eager grin from his face when he swings it open to find one of his closest friends standing at the threshold in that customary  weathered, leather jacket that he found two summers ago when Remus had taken him thrifting for the first time, and an impish sort of smirk that definitely would look ridiculous on anyone else, but only makes Sirius all the more maddeningly attractive. 

“What took so long?” Remus asks mildly, pulling him indoors by the sleeve and gesturing for him to set the goods on the kitchen counter once they cross the small foyer.

“You wound me, Lupin.” Sirius retorts, quick-silver eyes flashing before he pins him against the island and puts his hands on either side of his waistline with more gentleness than Remus would’ve expected before they began this whole sorted affair— Okay, maybe that’s the wrong word for it?

It’s not an affair, or tryst, or carrying on or whatever the fuck else Lily says when she’s teetering on the wrong edge of tipsy and thinks it’s her right to call Remus out on his bullshit— on his stupid, beyond obvious crush he’s been fostering for one of his closest friends since junior high.

It’s none of those things— It’s not nearly as dramatic.

It’s just— Just that yes, Remus has been harboring a tiny infatuation  for Sirius ever since that first day of the seventh grade  when he had moved to this tiny, coastal town after his parents divorce. But how could he have not? Sirius is hilarious, and a genius, and so gorgeous that sometimes it feels like his insides are twisting up whenever he glances over at him. And on that first day, he had just caught Remus’s eyes from across the library shelves before classes begun, and smiled in that uniquely electric way of his, and asked if Remus could put slime in a very specific locker, (Snape’s), for a very specific reason, (Because he kept following Lily around like a creep), on account to no one suspecting the new kid. And yeah— Remus was lost on him an embarrassing amount from then on. 

Sure, it can be regarded as kinda pathetic on Remus’s end— kindling this nest of emotions so close to the chest— but also it’s not as if he’s been lovestruck by his crush, like it’s some sort of waterlogged scarf he’s got dragging him down. His attraction towards Sirius is like a soft melody that’s swelling in the backdrop of all their interactions, nothing overwhelming— not a flood plane, not yet at least. It’s warm, and it’s familiar, and it’s persistent like a flutter of a humming bird’s wings.  And Remus doesn’t mind pining over someone as fantastical as Sirius Fucking Black.

Graciously, in some strike of incredible luck, Sirius never caught on to Remus’s silly feelings, not until that night when they were watching an old movie in Remus’s basement while James and Lily were celebrating an entire year together— save for all their sudden stops and just as speedy starts— and Peter was visiting his grandmother in Tampa Bay. It was the first time they had been alone together since Remus broke up with Caradoc for the final time, and Sirius just looked so fucking good in that casual, white v-neck and his skinny jeans that make him look like some echo of James Dean on his best day. And Remus isn’t sure who exactly moved forwards first, or how the fuck Meg Ryan wandering the Seattle streets was some sort of aphrodisiac, or why Sirius— who could have any guy he would ever want— was actually humoring him, but one second they’re lying down on the sofa— Remus caged between Sirius’s expanse and the cushions behind them— and the next he’s tasting PBR on Sirius’s lips, and has got a fist full of his dark hair, and is thrilling at the feeling of Sirius’s thigh between his legs. And yeah— it just happened like those sort of things are want to do, and by the end of it they were sticky and breathless and diffident in ways they never been around one another, in ways Remus reckons Sirius has never been around anyone.

But the next weekend, when Sirius’s latest sorta— but not really— boyfriend had canceled on their dinner plans, Sirius wandered over to Remus’s bedroom window and it was another tumbling of frenzied hands and loosen buckles and thrusting hips. And then it just became an easy release— a sort of poetry, an understanding in all but name.

And that’s fine. They don’t have to talk about it. Remus knows that Sirius isn’t the type to settle down with a partner, to go bowling for a date, or texting countless messages that amount to nothing at all at the end of the conversation, or putting up with another dude’s parents taking photos of them before leaving to prom or homecoming or whatever the fuck else. And Remus is sorta sick of the idea of love, of trying so hard only to end up heartbroken and eating a gallon of Chubby Bunny in his favorite sweats and cursing John Hughes for pretending Hollywood romances can happen to ordinary high schoolers. 

So yeah— This thing they’ve fallen into with each other is good. They’re friends— best friends— and they have fun and they’re apparently really fucking good in bed together, and Sirius never looks at Remus with pity when he spots him gazing at his profile absentmindedly, and he doesn’t mind when Remus traces invisible designs against his skin when they’re soaking in the after glow, and he never treats him  any different. Sirius still slings his arm around Remus’s shoulders when they walk down the halls, and he still buys him his favorite chocolates when he feels poorly, and he still faces Dorcas's disapproving wrath when he drags Remus out of the library to have a little mischief— whether it’s smoking a blunt in the abandoned skatepark in town or playing some stupid prank on those assholes in their year. 

For all intent and purposes, they still behave the same they’ve always acted around one another, but just with the miraculous addition of mind-blowing and dulcetly ductile sex.

This is good, this is fun, this is completely untethered from the bull shit of romance.

And if Remus mouths against the juncture of Sirius’s neck a little too intensely— trying to pry off the memory of the hickey Sirius had been sporting after spending the weekend with Gideon Prewett— Well no one has to be any the wiser, and by the sound of Sirius’s hitched breaths, he seems not to mind even slightly.

“Except my apology?” Remus asks, more coy than he ordinarily acts as he drops his arms around Sirius’s neck, and leans on the balls of his feet to whisper against his temple.

“Oh, you’re such a bastard,” Sirius retorts, labored as all get out, kneading his fingers into Remus’s ass that’s only covered by the thin layer of his plaid pajama bottoms. “You are going to have to do a lot more for me to forgive the lip.”

Remus laughs in a stammering sort of way as Sirius tugs him along, walking backwards to his room that he’s become incredibly intimate with since the first time they did this three months ago. 

“Sirius, the spring rolls— they’re gross if we have to heat them up again.”

“I’ll postmate us knew ones,” Sirius insists, covering Remus’s mouth with his own with fervor. “C’mon babe, do not tease me like this.”

Sirius must’ve caught his mistake, because he suddenly goes as red as Remus feels— The pet name was to close for comfort considering their strictly friends with benefits nature, but Remus is already half hard, and he really does not want to end this, so with a sly wink, he returns to nipping at Sirius’s jawline, rutting against him in a very unambiguous way. “Fine, if you really don’t think you’ll need the nourishment for your stamina?”

The words have their intended effect, and Sirius makes a small growl deep in his throat before practically tearing off Remus’s shirt, and dipping beneath the waistline of his pants, scooping him up and racing to the bed.

And they get lost in one another beneath the pale glow of Remus’s lamplight and the moon spilling through the window, relearning each others every patch of skin for minutes on end that wax and wane like the delta of ocean waves, unspooling into something tangible and tantalizing with every kiss punctuated with teeth that Sirius trails across Remus’s collarbone, and the way Remus palms greedy hands up and down Sirius’s back until he gets the hint and undresses.

“Well come on, you’re not an invalid, Lupin.” Sirius jeers and Remus chuckles as he follows suit until they’re both finally, blessedly nude. And with an easy assurance of them having done this more than a dozen times now, Remus crawls into his lap and kisses him straight on the mouth, preening how Sirius moans against him— canting up wantonly and grabbing at his hips with a sort of intensity that will probably leave bruises in the shape of the pads of his fingers, and Remus absolutely adores the idea of that, feels something hot and needy and desperate unfurl in his gut as he presses their mouths more forcefully together, going buzzed when he gets to relish in the sensation of their tongues running against one another, and the taste of the ridges on the roof of Sirius’s mouth, and the slide of the soft skin of his inner cheek— gasping when Sirius pulls away abruptly, panting an almost reverent, “Mother of God, Remus,” and tackles him flat on his back before they commence, with the addition of both their hard,  leaking cocks thrusting against one another and Sirius’s hand in Remus’s hair pulling that bit more forcefully while his other one roams the dips and planes of his side— skirting against the divots of his stomach muscle before he wraps it around the pair of them and begins to pull in earnest, to the rhythm that Remus swears was strung from the heavens above.

“Oh— Oh, yeah— Sirius,” Remus breathes out in a haggard sort of way, words that he refuses to ever call a mewl even if they’re stretched out and crackle with emotion.

“Yes—, just say that again,” Sirius practically demands, his mouth completely covering his ear in a wet, hot heat— his teeth scraping against the soft shell. “Remus, baby, just say my name, tell me you want it.”

And God, Remus is feeling so heady— like he’s floating and he couldn’t possibly come back down— that he probably would’ve listened to anything Sirius asked of him, especially if he does that thing again, when he squeezes the slick length of them with a tad more force than they usually play at. “Sirius, Sirius. Sirius, please, I’m close,” Remus shrills in an unsteady staccato— his normally smooth tenner going pitchy and pleading, and he can feel his toes curling, can feel the eminent release coming— What he does not expect is to feel something poking at his entrance, didn’t expect to be struck dumb by the sensation of the tip of Sirius’s large, dry finger poking right there, right against the fluttering hole, while he’s still pumping them in tandem, and the second it hooks inside Remus goes a startling sort of static , sees blasts of white blotching his vision and his head thrown back and his dick spirting out heavily against Sirius’s deliciously defined torso.

And he’s just breathing heavily now, during the come down, can barely make out anything  through the heavy weight around him, the one  cushioning his head— but he does graciously feel Sirius’s cock fucking into his own hand against Remus’s thigh and then idly the feeling of his come splattering him, but then after that he can just barely hear the distant padding of feed against floorboards, followed by a wet washcloth being dabbed against his skin. So when he finally forces himself to focus, he sees Sirius cleaning himself off, wrapping it into the pair of joggers Remus was wearing earlier and tosses it to the corner of the room. 

“Rude,” he scolds with no heat, shuffling closer to him when Sirius lies down besides him once more and circles an arm around his torso.

“THat’s what you get when you’re acting like a lazy fuck,” Sirius counters, smug as all get out while he threads a hand in Remus’s hair.

“Hmm, didn’t see that in the papers recently. Is it a new law?”

“Yeah, actually just past on the senate floor.”

“Interesting… Well considering that only one of us has a senator for a father, I really have to ask to see the power-point you shared with him to get this bill through the stalemate,” Remus’s head bounces against Sirius’s chest from the force of his laughter at the barb.

“Oh, stuff it, Lupin.”

Hiding his smile into Sirius’s skin, Remus does as told, and they both just lie there, as if everything’s gone suspended just for the pair of them, just so Remus can count out the beats of Sirius’s heart pulsing against his sternum, and can feel the way their legs tie into one another, and can feel Sirius mouthing against his temple, blowing his curls with every exhale. 

And Remus thinks that he’d do anything to remember this exact moment for every single day from here on out.

But then the quiet is abruptly and permanently punctured by the sound of his phone chirping, and he has to breathe in deeply before separating from the warmth of Sirius, and fishes down for the device that’s still crammed into the side of his bed from where he had hidden it after that initial text.

“Is Dearborn still on your ass to try again?” Sirius asks, a bit stilted.

Remus wonders if he’s just imagining the tension twisted in the question, but reasons that Sirius’s never been Caradoc’s biggest fan, so he just shrugs it off— really doesn’t want to get into some stupid argument about his asshole of an ex when he’s still feeling so content. “Nah, ’s James. Still trying to force me to go to the homecoming dance with you guys.”

“Oh,” Sirius retorts, lips pinched while watching Remus redress. “You should go, Marls is pregaming and you know she always gets the good shit.”

Remus shakes his head while puttering over to find a new pair of sweats and a sweater. “Nah, just not feeling it this year— Erm, you’re taking Gid I assume.” He’s not sure why he asks it, supposes he’s always a glutton for some pain and shitty feelings to inspire his playlists habit, but also maybe it’s him trying to sober himself. Trying to remember that despite this— despite everything they just did and  how easy it’s always been for them to fall into step with one another— Remus isn’t good enough to be seen with Sirius in the light of day. He’s probably not handsome enough or cool enough or something else that makes Sirius absolutely revolted from the thought. Probably that he’s beyond bookish, and looks painfully virginal and isn’t nearly as sly or snarky as his other conquests.

Truly, Remus should just be thankful that Sirius wants this at all, he shouldn’t be so crazed over the why nots of the situation— it’ll only kill him trying to be something he never could actually affect with any credence.

Schooling his features to something passably indifferent, Remus pivots to face him again, is startled when he finds Sirius still naked and staring at him with a burning sort of intensity in his storm cloud eyes. 

“He hasn’t said anything, but I guess he’s assuming as much,” he finally says, running a hand through his overgrown fringe, that familiar twitch of the corner of his mouth grabbing Remus’s attention. The one that tells him Sirius is actually irritated about something he’s not letting himself say out loud. 

“Erm, good? Gid’s a decent guy.” Remus mutters, head ducked once it gets to a point that he can’t stand Sirius looking at him like that— Not after how blissed out and ferocious he had been groping every inch of Remus only moments ago. “You guys are nice together.”

And it’s like the breath before the worst of storms when his words collapse between them, making the pregnant silence go suddenly suffocating.

“Right,” Sirius intones once Remus levels their gazes, hurriedly standing and collecting his own clothes, fracturing the moment completely. “Right. Whatever, yeah. I’ll go to the fucking dance with fucking Gideon Prewett. That’s good.”

“Sir—“

“No, it’s fine. You can just stay home, and mourn over that douchebag Dearborn some more, even though you ending it with that dick was the best decision you could’ve made, Remus, and I’m not even saying it just because I’m petty. He is a prick, and you need to finally get a clue how much better you deserve, damn it!”

Remus’s head feels like it’s swimming. Why is Sirius so angry all of a sudden? Does he not like Gideon? Why can’t he just cut it off like so many times before? And why the hell is he petty over Caradoc? The entire situation feels like someone’s just handed him a wedge of Swiss cheese and told him to knit it back together. 

“What is up your ass?” He decides is an appropriate enough question for his floundering, and shutters back only slightly at how fuming Sirius looks when he rounds on him— clothes disheveled and fearsome glower heavy on his face. 

“Whatever Remus, if you can’t see that Dearborn is bad news—“

“I’m not pining for Dearborn,” Remus interjects, really doesn’t feel like listening to one of Sirius’s ridiculous diatribes about him, not now. Not when he’s still so bewildered by everything else. “Why would you think that?”

The fire in Sirius’s eyes vanishes as quickly as someone blowing on a candle, and it’s his turn to gawk, gaping at Remus, shoulders dragged down and eyes wide. “Wait— You’re not?”

“No…. I haven’t even thought about him for weeks.”

“Oh.” Sirius looks contemplative for a moment, before the righteous anger that only he could ever wear with such conviction, melts over him once more. “All right, then what the fuck is this?”

Remus stiffens, feels his veins lace with ice, an his breath catch somewhere in his throat, really does not think he’s ready for this conversation. “This?” 

“Yes, Remus, this!” Sirius demands, sounding harsh in comparison to the barely croak Remus had spoken with. “Listen I don’t care if you want me to wait some more, if you need to lick your wounds or whatever. But why are you like pushing me on other people? Why do you want me not to be around? why do you  want me to go out with other dudes?”

Remus lies back on the chest of drawers now, feels beyond dazed. “What the hell are you talking about, Sirius?”

Sirius clenches his teeth right then, the hinge of his jaw going taught 

before he skulks closer, not letting Remus drop his gaze. “Is it me? Is it that you just can’t see me that way? Are you just stringing me along or something? Because I really didn’t think that was your style, but if it’s that, then Remus—“

“Stringing you along?” Remus asks in a voice barely above a whisper, just needs to feel his lips forming the absolutely risible words, even if it makes it so something dark passes across Sirius’s beauteous features.

“Remus, I swear to God! Stop repeating everything I’m fucking saying!”

“Then start making  some damn sense!” Remus snaps, suddenly heated as he straightens and pins him with a proper scowl. “What in holy hell are you going on about?”

“God! Do I have to spell it out!” Sirius barks, cutting the final step dividing them and grabbing for Remus’s shoulders with a tight squeeze. “I know you just wanted to fuck around with someone after Dearborn showed his extreme dickitude, and listen, I was so fucking ecstatic that you wanted me for it. But I can’t do this in-between shit anymore! I’m sorry, but I can’t! And I get if this is annoying, but I’ve been crazy for you for so long. And I just can’t keep myself at an arms length anymore, not now that we’ve really had each other, not after you let me actually touch and taste and fuck you and— Damn it, this isn’t coming out the way I wanted, all right! Damn it, maybe Evans was right and I should’ve made queue cards like some dumb ass— But then James pointed out how unromantic that was, and Marlene said—“

Gently, Remus puts his shaking fingers against Sirius’s lips, effectively killing off anything else he’s about to say. And slowly, everything is beginning to slot into place, and he’s so spiteful over how they’ve been such idiots this entire time— swears to put salt into Lily’s coffee next time he sees her. 

“I didn’t know you actually were into me Sirius.”

Stunned, Sirius’s dark brows hike up to his hairline. “How the hell didn’t you know?” He demands against Remus’s fingers, thunderous and insulted looking.

“Because you never fucking said as much!” Remus defends himself, feels a mangled sort of laughter squirming out. “God, we’re idiots.”

“We’re?” Sirius asks, hesitant and red faced before Remus moves his hand to peck softly against his mouth. 

“I’ve been half in love with you for years you absolute ass-wipe, it’s always been you! You and always you.” Remus tells him breathily, still fighting down the last remnants of his actual, god forsaken giggle— like he’s thirteen again and getting buzzed off his mom’s peach wine coolers. “I only never said anything because I never thought I’d have a chance with someone like you— Someone so— so— Someone so amazing.”

The smile Sirius favors him with right then is something absolutely incandescent, and his eyes shimmer with a very distinct sort of joy that Remus wonders if anyone besides him has ever witnessed. “Then you’re definitely the biggest idiot between us, Lupin.” Sirius declares, knocking their foreheads together, and lacing his hand into Remus’s own before squeezing meaningfully.

“Fuck off,” Remus snorts, presses forwards for another languorous kiss, not feeling in danger of being swallowed whole any more— finally letting himself drown and knowing that Sirius will be there to pull him back up no matter what. 

“Oh, I could get used to this,” Sirius smirks, snakes his arms around Remus’s waste that bit tighter.

“Hmm, there is the problem that I usually don’t put out until at least the third or fourth date,” Remus says mildly.

“Pff, ‘s fine, Lupin,” Sirius insists, grinning beatifically. “I like you being a hussy for me!— Oof, careful with the merchandize, you were speaking some real exaltations about that part of my anatomy not too long ago.”

Moving his knee from the point at hand, Remus sticks out his tongue at him. “See if you ever get any ever again, Sirius Black.”

When Sirius laughs, it sounds like the strike of lightening against unmarked land, and the honey cloaked side of a knife’s edge, and like everything splendid Remus has ever known. And he thinks that yes, he could get used to this right back.

.-

[missbrunettebarbie]

I was tagged by both @laufire and @nectargrapes Thank u! ^-^

The Game: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Then tag some authors!  

I hope published story count, otherwise this is gonna be waaaay too short. And, well, I want publicity.

1. The full moon looked regal and lonely on the clear sky, an all seeing-eye that had been worn down by the horrors of the world below. Its warm yellow glow was sickly in Laura's eyes. The young girl felt just as old and tired as the celestial orb that had guarded humanity since the begining of time. (Untitled Filial Revenge WIP with vampires, because why not)

2. The social worker squeezed the child’s shoulder in reassurance. It didn’t work, but Lana White has worked for CPS for long enough to know that the kind of damage done to a child the Williams case presented could only be undo in years and with the help of a lot of people. ( Untitled Kyle/Paige, Charmed fanfic)

3. Nefele’s night would have been perfect if the room wasn’t so hot and crowdie. One would think the Stellarion’s family ball would be a more exclusive affair, but the list of guests had been bigger than she had expected. (Vanitas Vanitatum, original story)

4. The Priscilla Calabria Academy of Magic, or the Academy as it was known in most of Italy (unique in its power and prestige) was as imposing as one would expect from the bastion of knowledge that had not only survived centuries, but also thrived across the centuries. Even in the days when magic was almost banished, the clergy disliking and fearing the witches and warlocks that gained more and more power every day, the Academy had endured only to come out of the struggle as one of the most sought after magic schools in all of Europe. (Pandora's Key, original story)

5. The snow was cold under her knees, but it did nothing to put out the fire in the young mother's heart. (Untitled Pandora's Key Prequel, original story)

6. Everyone told her how lucky she was for surviving her fall, but she truly felt lucky when they told her that her fiancé died three moons after. While Viserra was still waiting for her cracked ribs and broken leg to heal, the elderly Lord Manderly died of a chill. (After the dust, before the snow; Viserra Targaryen lives ASOIAF fanfic on AO3)

7. Caroline Forbes considered herself a pretty open-minded person. Yet when her stoic father told her, with a straight face, that vampires are real and he, himself, is a vampire hunter, she should be forgiven for bursting out laughing. She had lived with Bill Forbes since her parents had gotten divorced a few years ago, and she had never thought him capable of cracking a joke. (We burn with holy fire; Klaroline TVD fanfic on AO3).

8. Zatanna really shouldn’t be here. She really, really shouldn’t. After all Batman himself had forbidden her, Conner and M’Gann from going to their school field trip in Gotham. In her defense, she would have listened to him if he had given her an actual reason, not just “Too dangerous”. (We'll laugh about this one day; Zatanna/Dick Young Justice fanfic on AOS)

9. Klaus wanted to kill someone, slowly and painfully, and all because of the news he got. And he would have killed the messenger if said messenger wasn’t the enchanting Caroline Forbes, headmistress of the Salvatore School for the Young and Gifted, and the object oh his affection for a decade and a half right now. (Everything I want, all at once; Klaus-Hope TVD fanfic on AO3)

10. Garfield is not afraid. He is a superhero turned tv star, fear is not something he feels easily. Yet, when he looks in those big blue trusting eyes, a similar emotion rises in the put of his stomach. (One of a kind; Garfield Logan Young Justice fanfic on AO3)

11. It was a rare sight to see Albus Dumbledore going into shock. The defeater of Grindelwand, Master of the Elder Wand, Supreme Mugwamp, Chief Warlock and Headmaster of Hogwarts was a hard person to surprise. Yet, right now he look like he might have a heart attack. (Your heart's desire; Regulus/Lily HP fanfic on AO3)

12. Lizzie’s head hurt. Tears were pouring down her face while the genie’s voice still echoed in her ears. (Worlds apart; Lizzie + Klaroline fanfic on AO3)

13. Corlys Velaryon was many things: a lord, a husband, a father, a sailor, a warrior, but he was no coward. Until now. (The dragons of Driftmark; pre-canon ASOIAF fanfic on AO3)

14. Caroline felt the air leave her lungs. Alaric was dead. Dead. Killed by the Heretics because of one of Damon's stupid plans. And now the children she carried had no one in this world. No one but her. (Smile, tomorrow will be better; Klaroline TVD fic on ff.net)

15. The first thing Caroline noticed when she woke up was that the bed was too soft. She kept her eyes shut and tried to inhale the Virginia Air, but the only thing she felt was a sweet and intoxicating smell that reminded her of hotel rooms. (First meeting (second time) Klaroline TVD fanfic on ff.net- also my first fic ever, so not very good)

Patterns: I think I like to start with an insight into the character's head and go from there. I also care about the setting, the mood etc. more if it's an original story then if it's fanfiction.

Favourites: Well, 1 because it's the newest. Laura is to blame for its existence and it shows: the main character is named after her . 5 also has a special place in my heart. From the fanfics, I really like 7 and 11.

Idk who is and isn't a writer anymore, so: @donnas-troia @legendsofamultishipper @mydaylight @writingonesdreams @awinterrain @the-phoenix-heart @dragonsaredorks @xxlionheartedgirlxx and anyone who wants, really.

[sunsdrop-a]

have you seen LEE DOWON ? i heard HE is a LAW MAJOR at ASHDOWN ACADEMY. they’re 25 years old and they’ve been living in san verto for 8 YEARS. they tend to be METICULOUS & SANGUINE, but rumor has it they can also be AVARICIOUS & FRAUDULENT. 

｡*    ❪       📂   𝐂://STATISTICS.

name: lee dowon

age: twenty - five

sign: scorpio sun / capricorn moon ( click )

sexuality: bisexual

gender: cis man ( he/him/his )

occupation: law student , socialite 

alignment: lawful evil 

｡*    ❪       📂   𝐂://BIOGRAPHY.

dowon’s father is the chairman & ceo of a bank who got talked into marrying his sugar baby / a social climber after getting her pregnant by the 5th date 

he doesn’t remember much about his childhood. he just recalls being raised by the maids , as his father was constantly working & his mother was Out socializing with the other rich wives in their neighborhood 

his parents weren’t happily married. his father was a textbook workaholic while his mother ( 20 years his senior ) only got married because she wanted to live a life of opulence after being raised in a lower middle class family 

neither of them had the time nor interest to look after their son 

which </3 

he would obviously miss his parents , causing him to throw a whole lot of temper tantrums at his maids 

he ... was an awful child maybe ...... & perhaps he Never fully grew out of that LFGJDKSLDFKLDSQ 

aside from that he had a fairly normal upbringing !! he would cause trouble because he knew daddy would always bail him out. dowon is the type of person who enjoys feeling superior over others , meaning his favorite pastime is collecting dirt on people around him & blackmailing them afterwards depending on what dowon needs from them 🥺

he’s like those snobby rich popular boys who think they’re invincible because they never learned what it’s like to face limits , nor have any setbacks in life because their status & wealth could get them out of any tricky situation 

but.......

remember how i mentioned that his mother is a social climber ?? basically all those years ago she convinced dowon’s father not to sign a prenup when getting married aka when she had an affair with another millionaire & decided to run off with him , she also managed to steal all of his father’s money during the divorce settlement 🙈

it was honestly a very hard pill to swallow for both dowon & his father , as they had to file for bankruptcy & basically had nothing left anymore 

dowon never truly recovered from his mother’s betrayal , the entire ordeal leaving a whole lot of trust issues for sure ( he wasn’t a very trusting person to begin with 😭 ) 

he moved to san verto afterwards , managing to get a scholarship & getting into the academy to follow law. his father worked harder than ever to gain the money back that he lost , & slowly but surely dowon’s monthly allowance started to get big again <33 

in the meantime dowon also got into investing & thanks to some vv lucky bets he basically earned his money back & so much more  

like genuinely he was vv lucky 😭

losing nearly everything caused dowon to be a little more goal orientated in life !! he learned that life was more than just partying & doing drugs , aka right now he’s trying to figure out what he wants to do with his future 

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click here for more insight !!

dowon he .. has loose morals 😭 LKGJFKDLSDFKGJFKDLSMQ 

his sense of entitlement is through the roof </3 basically no one in his life ever humbled him down 

dowon isn’t the best person to be around , especially once you get to know him better / are able to see through his facade. he seems very charming & kind in the beginning , but it’s all just vv calculated & empty 

people tend to stick by his side because he has influence / can be charming , but you’re never sure how he’s feeling KFGJDKSLDFKGFLDMSQ

like one moment you accidentally steal his parking spot & when you’re like “ oh shit sorry man ” dowon just smiles and is like “ haha bro dw its fine ”

but then the next thing you know dowon slept with your mother & caused your parents to get a messy divorce .. :( 

he’s a snake <33

he only looks out for himself & if he feels like your muse doesn’t serve any purpose to him anymore he’s like .. bye bye <3 

@foolsstarters​

[papermoonloveslucy]

LUCILLE BALL: NUMBER 1, BUT STILL TRYING HARDER

July 29, 1974

Editor's note: following is the final part in a series of eight profiles on America's self-made women.

By PHYLLIS BATTELLE 

“Success - whaddya you mean by that?” rasps Lucille Ball in that rowdy voice which strikes adoration into the hearts of Lucy lovers. 

“If your concept of success is happiness in what you’re doing, in being a mother, in being a wife, then I’m a success. I’m also damned lucky that I have my health and guts life takes guts and that my work paid off. 

“But if you’re talking of the kind of success that’s about dollars and cents, forget it. The real wealth is not out here in Hollywood. Its all highly taxable, honey, and who cares? Money has never been important to me. I hate looking at bills. I hate math. I’m a typical Leo: money-blind. What I’m saying is that not one of us out here has more than $25,000 to buy a stamp with! 

“Pennies, Pickles Or Something" 

So much for Lucy’s petty cash. Aside from stamp funds, she has assets: a million-dollar home in Beverly Hills, another in Palm Springs and an apartment near Aspen, Colo.; investments resulting from the sale of her Desilu Studios to Gulf & Western for $17 million in stock, her own Lucille Ball Productions Company: earnings from 23 years of “Lucy” series (now running in 77 countries); a percentage of “Mame”, the new super-movie musical; not to mention the proceeds from diligent work dating back to 1913, when she was two years old in Jamestown, N.Y., and spoke little pieces at the grocery store for pennies or pickles or something. 

At 62, Lucille Ball Arnaz Morton is No. 1 - but still trying harder. (1) Husband Gary Morton says proudly, “Her work is an obsession and a labor of love, and as long as the public likes her shell never retire.” 

Lucy recently did terminate her “Here’s Lucy” series, at least temporarily, but will hold her "business family” (about 500 staff and cast members) together while she produces TV specials. Now, she leers at her orange-haired image in a dressing room minor and says, “I’ve loved to work, always. I discovered very early that the way to please people was to make them laugh at me. So I appeared at church, school, Girl Scouts, anything and anywhere. Made the tickets, sold them, starred in my own shows. That seems backward now. That’s gone out. The business has been hanging itself, and the kids with it, by making stars and superstars out of strange, young people who don’t know their craft."

Drums And Records 

An example, Lucy says, could be found in her own son, Desi Arnaz, Jr. "When he was nine, he was very good on drums. Used to beat them while the records played as background. He got a group together with a couple of kids at school Dino Martin and Billy Hinsche and they called themselves Dino, Desi and Billy. Then Sinatra heard them, and they made a record and had a hit. 

"A magazine took off on them, and they went on tour. Poor waifs - thank God, they didn’t have any more hits. But it left its mark, this being made a star when you don’t know anything at all, and after two years it was damn hard for Desi and the other kids to get back to doing their homework." 

That sort of "big payoff for mediocrity" was not what happened in Lucy's own youth. Her family in Jamestown was "lower than middle-class, hard working, had a truck garden and was never hungry." 

Most Influential Man 

Lucy's father, a mining engineer, died when she was four. (2) Her stepfather was the most influential man in her early life. To encourage young Lucy’s "flair," he took her to see Julius Tannen, a monologist. (3) “When I saw Tannen sitting on a empty stage in a dark theater, making people cry and then laugh - oh, it was magic, pure magic," she recalls. 

At 16, she went to New York, where her stepfather entered her in drama school. "I found out how shy, awkward and unable to cope I was. The teachers put me down, said I had no talent whatever.” Lucy's blue eyes flash. “New York frightened me. Still does. You have to take me out of the hotel on a leash to get me on the streets of New York today. Being tall, lithe and well-sculptured, Lucy took up modeling. But then, almost tragically, she contracted pneumonia with complications and was bedridden for eight months. It took three years of convalescence before she regained complete control of her legs. At 21, through an agent, she was hired to become a Sam Goldwyn showgirl in Hollywood for an Eddie Cantor film, “Roman Scandals”. 

Would Take Any Part 

“Out here in California, I knew as much as the rest of the girls in movies, which was nothing,” she says. “The difference was I would take any part. I never sought to be a star. I didn't mind being typed. I wanted to be typed. One of the greatest thrills of my life was hearing a director say he wanted a Lucille Ball-type for a picture. 

Of course, later it was different, she growls, "when they said they wanted a young Lucille Ball-type. 

In 10 years as willing “Queen of the B movies," Miss Ball was out of work only two days. 

In 1939 she met a young Cuban bandleader named Desi Arnaz, and they married in 1940. From the beginning, their marriage was a difficult venture: Desi toured the United States with his group, while she stayed in Hollywood making movies. Then Desi served in the army, while Lucy starred not in films but a popular radio series, “My Favorite Husband”. They split. They tried again. 

Finally, in 1951, in a desperate move to keep their marriage alive. Lucy sold CBS on what, at the time, seemed an unlikely television series: "I Love Lucy.” 

It was the beginning of greater professional success, but not the end of domestic upheaval. Their first child, Lucie, was born when her mother was 40; Desi was born when Lucy was 43. But the much-adored children were not to save the marriage, and in 1960 - tearfully, knowing her diligent efforts had failed - Lucille divorced Desi, citing his outbursts of temperament, instability and violence. Desi did not contest the action. 

In parting, they split a $20-million television empire. They are better friends today - at arms length, with new matrimonial ties - than they were during the 19 years of marriage. 

Today, Lucy’s sense of well-being with one-time comedian Gary Morton (who is executive vice president of her production company), is obvious and delightful.

"It s really a super life, grins Gary, living with a thoroughbred." Says Lucy, I guess its very possible to live without a good man. Possible, but no fun. To bake a cake is no fun without a man. It’s no fun to make a garden without a man to watch it grow." 

Lucy also is, and always has been, a proud and over-protective mother. Is that bad? I don’t think so." 

A Share Of Problems 

But despite Lucy’s mother-hen" closeness to Lucie, now 22, and young Desi. 20, the Arnaz offspring have strayed into their share of problems. Desi and actress Patty Duke had a much-publicized affair when he was 16 (and Patty was 28); later he became engaged to Liza Minnelli, but that broke up last summer. Lucie was married in 1971 to actor Philip Vandervort, but the couple quickly split. 

Lucy is convinced her daughter, who is featured on “Here’s Lucy," will be a star. “Lucie," her mom says, “has all the material of stardom - ability, inclination, vitality, intelligence, beauty, good sense and good taste. 

“Wholesome Movies Alive" 

In fact, one reason that Lucille Ball finally agreed after three years of rejecting the role to star in the movie “Mame” is that Gary convinced me it could keep wholesome movies alive for talented people like my daughter. 

"This industry," Lucy shudders, “has turned into a sex-and-violence factory. The whole thing’s ugly, with thousands of ugly people ripping-off their clothes and ripping-off the public. If that’s what makes good box office, and if box office is what they mean by success, then success is out of kilter!”

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FOOTNOTES FROM THE FUTURE

(1) The advertising slogan “We Try Harder” was developed in 1962 for Hertz Rent-A-Car company, who was perpetually number two in popularity to Hertz Rent-A-Car. Lucille Ball and Carol Burnett satirized the campaign on “The Carol Burnett Show” on October 2, 1967. 

(2) Henry Ball, Lucille’s father, was actually a telephone lineman, not a mining engineer. One story had Hunt as the executive of a mining company in Montana. his death certificate listed him as a ‘laborer’. 

(3) Julius Tannen (1880-1965) was a monologist in vaudeville. He was known to stage audiences for his witty improvisations and creative word games. He had a successful career as a character actor in films, appearing in over 50 films in his 25-year film career. He is probably best known to film audiences from the musical Singin' in the Rain, in which he appears as the man demonstrating a talking picture early in the film.

[365days365movies]

April 4, 2021: The Great Dictator (1940) (Part One)

So, Charlie’s been having an...interesting few years.

His marriage to Lita Grey has resulted in children, and a BITTER-AS-FUCK divorce, with Grey alleging that Chaplin had subjected her to “sexual perversions”. Other than the whole “she was 16, he was 35″ thing, which is...bad, obviously, Chalin was also a fan of orgies, fondling, and...pies. Yeah. Pies. Warning here, the next paragraph is...uncomfortable.

Dude would allegedly audition actresses having then sit on a couch, strip naked for him, and then he’d grope them on said couch. Then, he’d have them stand up against the wall, and he’d...well, he’d throw pies at them. Yeah. Um. He, uh...yeah.

I know, Matt Mercer, I know. And Hollywood agreed, because they didn’t really see to care? This info, amongst other stuff that I can’t seem to find out more about, was enough for grounds of divorce against Chaplin, and Lita Grey was gone from his life, taking the kids and a lot of money with her.

Film fame continued for Chaplin, though, and his 1927 film The Circus was a huge hit. But now, the “talkie” had been invented, and Chaplin HATED it. He believed that it was an unartistic addition to the medium, eliminating the need for his pantomiming. And, uh...he was technically right about that last point. He chose not to give the Tramp a voice, and made the film City Lights, which came out in 1931, and is considered one of his greatest films.

But the writing was VERY MUCH on the wall at this point, and silent films were a thing of the past. Still, City Lights did really well, and was Chaplin’s favorite of his films. Then, in 1932, he met Pauline Goddard (who was 21), and she would eventually become his third wife. He made his next major (still silent) film, Modern Times, in 1936, and it didn’t do quite as well. That’s because Chaplin had started to become more politically conscious, and used the film to make commentary on the industrialization of the USA, which he disliked. And that, interestingly enough, was a sign of the end for Chaplin.

Still, the film was good, as was still popular then and now. But in the years to follow, something else would rear its head and plague Chaplin...something with the same mustache.

Hooooooo boy. Yeah, Hitler was rising to power in the 1930s, and Chaplin fuckin’ HAAAAAAAATED HIM. At the time, remember, Hitler’s fascist policies definitely weren’t universally derided, and he didn’t show his true monstrous colors in the early 1930s. But, Chapin still understandably disagreed with his politics and character, which was interesting for a few reasons. The two were bourn FOUR DAYS APART FROM EACH OTHER, had similar rags-to-riches origins, and both used that same toothbrush mustache. But Hitler was a feverish militaristic nationalist dictator, and Chaplin was...not that.

However, this would inspire Chaplin’s next ambitious film, considered to be one of his greatest films ever, and his first ever talkie film. And one that would age interestingly, considering what would come afterwards. In 1939, Chaplin began making this film, the United Kingdom declared war of Germany, and Europe became embroiled in the Second World War. And then, in 1940, Chaplin’s controversial (at the time) film, The Great Dictator was released. And...oh BOY, this will be Chaplin’s high and low point, lemme tell you. 

But enough history (for now)! Let’s jump into this movie; I’m very excited! SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

Recap (1/2)

WAR!!! A world war has ended, and another is about to begun! The small (fictional) country of Tomainia is preparing for war by testing their gigantic anti-aircraft gun, Big Bertha. Helping with these efforts is a Jewish Barber (Charlie Chaplin), and YES. THAT IS HOW HE’S CREDITED. After some comedic hijinks with the gun, and with one of the large shells, enemy aircraft is sighted ahead.

The Barber gets aboard another anti-aircraft gun (which he has no control over), but soon falls off of it. He’s directed into the trenches with the others, and is given a grenade, which he has no idea to use, and Chaplin shows that his physical comedy is as funny WITH sound as it was without. 

On the battlefield, the Barber encounters and rescues a downed pilot, Commander Schultz, and helps him back t his plane as the enemy approaches. They get on the plane together, only for the pilot to repeatedly faint in mid-air. In the process, they begin to fly upside down for a period, and once again, Chaplin shows that he’s just as funny speaking as he was silent.

Despite their attempts, the pair crash as the plane runs out of fuel, but both men survive. The country has lost the war at this point, and the Barber is now unconscious and brought to a hospital. 20 years pass, and he’s finally able to leave, unaware of how his country of Tomainia has changed in the process. Now, they are ruled by a ruthless dictator, Adenoid Hynkel (Charlie Chaplin).

And i case you were wondering what the phrase “on the nose” actually meant...GODDAMN, this is an on-the-nose parody of Hitler. I mean, it’s very funny, of course, but HOT DAMN is it not even a little bit subtle. Also, living in a post-Trump world...Jesus, this is eerie. Anyway, the other reason this film is great is the fake German. And yeah, honestly, this is a very funny scene, even with the dark undertone, and the knowledge of what would be to come in World War II under Hitler’s regime.

Alongside his primary aides, Minister of War Herring (Billy Gilbert) and Secretary of the Interior (and Minister of Propaganda) Garbitsch (Henry Daniell), he makes a speech that’s clearly a parody of Hitler’s speeches. He also namedrops the Jewish population in the speech, which immediately makes them a target by his stormtroopers. This is noted by Mr. Jaeckel (Marice Mossovich), an elderly Jewish man who lives in the ghettos of Tomainia.

Mr. Jaeckel bemoans the fate of the country under Hynkel’s rule, and also notes the fate of those like his tenant, a young woman named Hannah (Paulette Goddard) who lost her parents since the last war. He also mentions the Barber, who writes every few weeks to say that he’ll be back soon. Just then, the Barber actually DOES wake up, completely unaware of what’s occurred in the last few years.

He heads to his barber shop, which has been boarded up, with the word “Jew” painted on the boards. Did I mention that this is a very on-the-nose satire? Anyway, he attempts to reopen his shop, only to be savaged by stormtroopers following Hynkel’s orders to control the ghetto. He fights back against two of them, and is saved by Hannah, who had attempted to stand up to them earlier with little success. They bond over this, and become friends.

But Hynkel’s savaged even more by a crowd of stormtroopers next, and they grab him with the intent to hang him from a lamppost, only for him to be saved by Commander Schultz, the pilot from the plane! He guarantees that he will never be attacked again, and that courtesy extends to his friends. He barber reopens his shop, and begins to fall in love with Hannah in the process.

Back to Hynkel. He’s enduring Herring’s introductions of military technology, including a bulletproof uniform and a parachute hat. Neither work, to hilarious effect. He then speaks to Garbitsch about the financial state of affairs in the country, which aren’t great. Gabitsch sugggests speaking with a banker, Epstein, to finance the money.

Garbitsch, by the way, is a massive Grima Wormtongue figure, and basically just fuels his megaloaniacal fervor, convincing him to extend his desires to the world at large, not just limit them to their small country of Tomainia. Soon, well...soon, the world will be in the hands of Emperor Hynkel; an Aryan world in the hands of a brunette dictator. And that starts YET ANOTHER of the most iconic scenes of the film. But only one of the most iconic.

It’s darkly beautiful, in and out of context. And eventually, the inflatable globe pops, which makes this even more poignant. Meanwhile, in the ghetto, the Barber is doing his best Bugs Bunny impression and cutting hair to a classical music piece (Brahms’ Hungarian Dance No. 5). Bugs did the whole Barber of Seville routine WAY after this in Rabbit of Seville in 1950. One of the best Bugs Bunny shorts ever.

Back in the palace, bad news arrives. Epstein, the banker, has refused to give Hynkel any money, as he’s Jewish, and is protesting against the persecution of his people in the ghetto. Hynkel immediately decides to double down on his attacks on the ghettos, which he calls on Schultz to perform. But he refuses, noting that the persecution of an innocent people will only serve to demoralize the entire country. Hynkel sends Schultz to a concentration camp as a result, and proceeds on his path.

In the ghetto, people have been doing OK, as the stormtroopers had been lightening up their attacks on the ghetto, to attempt to please Epstein to get more money. But no more of that. As Hannah and the Barber are about to go on a date, loudspeakers broadcast an angry speech from Hynkel, in fake German. And while it’s never translated...the reactions from the populus, Hannah, and the Barber, aren’t difficult to read. Hynkel just waged war on the ghetto and the Jews.

Well, will you look at that; a halfway point! Let’s stop here, then head into a Part Two. See you there!

[melanhcoly]

have you seen lee dowon ? i heard he is a law major at ashdown academy. they’re 23 years old and they’ve been living in san verto for 8 years. they tend to be meticulous & sanguine, but rumor has it they can also be avaricious & fraudulent.

｡*    ❪       📂   𝐂://STATISTICS.

name: lee dowon

age: twenty - three

sign: scorpio sun / capricorn moon ( click )

sexuality: bisexual

gender: cis man ( he/him/his )

occupation: law student , socialite 

alignment: lawful evil 

｡*    ❪       📂   𝐂://BIOGRAPHY.

dowon’s father is the chairman & ceo of a bank who got talked into marrying his sugar baby / a social climber after getting her pregnant by the 5th date 

he doesn’t remember much about his childhood. he just recalls being raised by the maids , as his father was constantly working & his mother was Out socializing with the other rich wives in their neighborhood 

his parents weren’t happily married. his father was a textbook workaholic while his mother ( 20 years his senior ) only got married because she wanted to live a life of opulence after being raised in a lower middle class family 

neither of them had the time nor interest to look after their son 

which </3 

he would obviously miss his parents , causing him to throw a whole lot of temper tantrums at his maids 

he ... was an awful child maybe ...... & perhaps he Never fully grew out of that LFGJDKSLDFKLDSQ 

aside from that he had a fairly normal upbringing !! he would cause trouble because he knew daddy would always bail him out. dowon is the type of person who enjoys feeling superior over others , meaning his favorite pastime is collecting dirt on people around him & blackmailing them afterwards depending on what dowon needs from them 🥺

he’s like those snobby rich popular boys who think they’re invincible because they never learned what it’s like to face limits , nor have any setbacks in life because their status & wealth could get them out of any tricky situation 

but.......

remember how i mentioned that his mother is a social climber ?? basically all those years ago she convinced dowon’s father not to sign a prenup when getting married aka when she had an affair with another millionaire & decided to run off with him , she also managed to steal all of his father’s money during the divorce settlement 🙈

it was honestly a very hard pill to swallow for both dowon & his father , as they had to file for bankruptcy & basically had nothing left anymore 

dowon never truly recovered from his mother’s betrayal , the entire ordeal leaving a whole lot of trust issues for sure ( he wasn’t a very trusting person to begin with 😭 ) 

he moved to san verto afterwards , managing to get a scholarship & getting into the academy to follow law. his father worked harder than ever to gain the money back that he lost , & slowly but surely dowon’s monthly allowance started to get big again <33 

in the meantime dowon also got into investing & thanks to some vv lucky bets he basically earned his money back & so much more  

like genuinely he was vv lucky 😭

losing nearly everything caused dowon to be a little more goal orientated in life !! he learned that life was more than just partying & doing drugs , aka right now he’s trying to figure out what he wants to do with his future 

｡*    ❪       📂   𝐂://PERSONALITY.

click here for more insight !!

dowon he .. has loose morals 😭 LKGJFKDLSDFKGJFKDLSMQ 

his sense of entitlement is through the roof </3 basically no one in his life ever humbled him down 

dowon isn’t the best person to be around , especially once you get to know him better / are able to see through his facade. he seems very charming & kind in the beginning , but it’s all just vv calculated & empty 

people tend to stick by his side because he has influence / can be charming , but you’re never sure how he’s feeling KFGJDKSLDFKGFLDMSQ

like one moment you accidentally steal his parking spot & when you’re like “ oh shit sorry man ” dowon just smiles and is like “ haha bro dw its fine ”

but then the next thing you know dowon slept with your mother & caused your parents to get a messy divorce .. :( 

he’s a snake <33

he only looks out for himself & if he feels like your muse doesn’t serve any purpose to him anymore he’s like .. bye bye <3 

[soufcakmistress]

Rekindle

Part VI

A/N: Okay, the next part is out and done! Shit is so real in the field right now and we’re getting close to the end of our story. I think we can all agree that Patrice deserves whatever she has coming for her, and the bitch has zero idea about what Erik was really about. I promise, the good times are coming and Y/N will have the last laugh! I don’t want to give any more away, but once again, thank yall for keeping up with this wild ride! Please let me know if you want to be tagged in the future!!

NeNe was awake and seemed to be okay except for a small cut near her hairline. However, she was completely terrified about your condition and was hysterical. Thankfully, the charge nurse got your information and was able to contact your next of kin to come as soon as possible. In the whirlwind of your divorce from Erik, you never made any changes about who would handle your affairs in the case of an emergency, so he was still your emergency contact. NeNe ended up getting a few stitches and was being calmed down by the children’s ER nurse, but she still wanted her parents at that very moment. Erik busted through the sliding doors of the ER floor, shaking and terrified of what he would encounter when he laid eyes on you and NeNe. When he received the call, he had barely been home for 20 minutes. His feet barely touched the floor running to the car to fly to the hospital  to make sure his child was okay and you as well. 

“Where’s my child?! Nneka Stevens!!! Where the hell is my child?!” 

Erik got to the nurse’s station with horror in his eyes, unnerved completely that his child could possibly be hurt or worse. “I know where your daughter is, Mr. Stevens, please, come follow me.”

The nurse led him to the ER bed where Nneka was resting, curtain closed around the area. “We checked her out and everything seems to be okay as of now. Thankfully, the booster seat and seatbelt kept her tucked in. She may have some minor back and neck pain tomorrow, which some children’s Advil can take care of.” NeNe was asleep, with a bandage across her forehead, sleeping soundly with a blanket covering her. To say that he was relieved was an understatement.

“Oh my God. NeNe? Baby? It’s Daddy. Wake up, baby.” He nudged his daughter gently as he caressed her forehead to keep her calm. She peeked open her eyes to gaze at her father and instantly burst into tears, eyes wide in terror. “Daddyyyyy, Mommy is hurt! Somebody hit us and kept hitting us until we hit a pole! I want Mommy, Daddy, please go get Mommy!!”

His chest was soaked due to her tears as he rubbed his baby’s back, kissing her head. Several silent prayers were sent up, thanking God and Bast that his daughter was okay. He hadn’t seen you yet and needed to find out the status of your condition. “Daddy is gonna find out what happened to Mommy, ok? I promise on my life, I will find out where she is, baby. Daddy is just so happy you’re okay. I need you to be a big girl and stay right here while Daddy talks to the doctor about Mommy, all right? Can you do that? Can you be a big girl and wait for me right here?”

With her big puppy dog eyes and tear streaked face, she nodded and laid back down. Erik asked the nurse if she could stay with her while he spoke to the doctor. The nurse showed him the right direction to the operating wing and was met with a doctor in scrubs with blood spattered on his torso. His stomach dropped at the sight of him. “Please...God please let her be alive...”

“Mr. Stevens? Are you Y/N’s husband?”

“Her ex-husband. We recently divorced, I’m Nneka’s father. I’m still her next of kin however. Is she okay? What happened?”

“I see. Very well then. Y/N has sustained a tear in her lung due to two broken ribs when the car impacted the pole. Blood was beginning to fill her lungs, thankfully, we were able to repair the tear and suction the blood. We do have her on a respirator until we feel confident about her breathing on her own. She also has several contusions on her chest and torso. We also found that Y/N.......was pregnant. She was about 13 weeks along........we were not able to save the pregnancy. Her torso was directly pinned under the steering wheel when the car flipped over and the impact stopped blood flow for too long. I truly am sorry to tell you this. Mr. Stevens....I need to make you aware of some....other concerning news....”

“Jesus Christ, doc! Goddamn it! What else could possibly be worse than this? Tell me!” 

“This may be alarming for you to hear, sir. I’m told that the accident.....most likely wasn’t an accident at all. It appears that it was a hit and run. You will need to confirm with the police first to know for sure, but per the EMS’ description of the scene.....it appeared that the car was charged at more than once. There were even skid marks on the concrete a few hundred feet back showing that the other car accelerated tremendously after the first hit. Detective Williams of Oakland PD is who you should contact. I’m deeply sorry about this. I’ll come back after we’ve wheeled Y/N into recovery and you’ll be able to see her.”

Erik felt like a ton of bricks just hit him.  Adam’s apple bobbing and eyes glassy, he thanks the doctor and finds a seat to attempt to compose himself before returning to NeNe. Anger radiating off his skin in waves, he felt things he hadn’t felt in years. He was JUST with you. How could this have happened? Who would want to hurt you this way? Oh God. You were pregnant. He KNEW something was up. It had to be his. The math only made sense. That hurt even more. Erik knew as soon as you were made aware of this, nothing but scorched earth would lie in your wake.

“No way. There’s no way. That bitch ain’t that crazy. There’s no way in hell.” Could it have been Patrice? Was that bitch really that diabolical? What did she think would happen? Some freak accident happened to you and she would swoop in to just...nah. He needed to do his own investigation. Crossing every T and dotting every I was crucial before he could go there. First thing in the morning, he would be paying a visit to Oakland PD. Whoever did this......had no idea who they were truly fuckin with. Not long after he joined NeNe back in the ER, did the recovery nurse summon him to your room. Heavy shuddering breaths escaped him as his feet finally moved to follow down the hall to the room where you’d be spending the rest of your recovery until you were deemed fit to leave the hospital. Once he gazed upon you, his stomach tightened and his fists balled up so tightly, his nails were starting to cut into his skin. “Mr. Stevens, she will be out for a while. She’s still in substantial pain, so we did sedate her. The respirator will do most of the work to get her lung back strong. Please let me know if you have any questions. I’ll leave you alone now.”

“Thank you, ma’am.” Erik gulped audibly and slowly moved closer to your bed. Seeing you eyes shut tight with the respiratory tube down your throat, tiny cuts on your face from the shattered glass......your chest had purple bruises splotched everywhere. The dam broke, and Erik’s tears flowed freely. He pulled a chair up and sat down and reached out and laid his hand on your body gently. “I’m......I’m so sorry Y/N. I swear on my life that I will find out who did this. I swear to you that they will pay in blood for what they did to you. Just don’t give up baby. Don’t give up, Y/N. You’re strong. You’re the strongest woman I know. I failed you, I didn’t keep you and our baby safe. I’m gonna kill em, if it’s the last thing I ever do. Baby, please. NeNe needs her mommy. I need you. Don’t leave us...” He cried softly until his tears ran dry and the white hot rage flared through his body at the realization of his new mission. Erik wiped his eyes and nose, composing himself and he stood up, and kissed you softly on your forehead, letting his lips linger. “I love you more than life itself. I’ll be back, Y/N.”

NeNe was cleared to leave the hospital by the ER doctor on call and Erik took his baby home swiftly; he would be calling her school first thing to let them know of her absence tomorrow to let her rest and keep her close. Reaching out to Lisa, updating her on your condition, she quickly agreed to watch NeNe in the morning so that he could visit the station and scour that place with a fine toothed comb. Firing off texts to T’Challa notifying him of the incident, he’ll get the ball rolling and have some leads for him by morning time.

Sleep never came for Erik that night. Contemplating and calculating any and every type of scenario as to how this transpired plagued his mind. How did they know where you were at that exact time? Did they follow from the recital? Or from the arcade? How did they know your car? What was the endgame? Who would benefit more from having you out of the picture?Nothing made sense. Or maybe he didn’t want to believe that Patrice was capable of such a thing. Shit. Being a family man and having a regular day job really tamed him and his instincts. He let his guard down and now the most important people in his life suffered. Killmonger needed to be resurrected. 

Erik looked in on NeNe as she slept, and tip toed to the extra bedroom in his apartment and shut the door. He went under the bed and pulled out a massive chest that was padlocked; unlocking the chest, his nostrils flared and he gritted his teeth at the contents inside. Several bed rolls of different sized knives, scalpels, forceps, a bone saw, a large tarp, multiple hand guns, and a few automatic and semi automatic weapons. Pandora’s box had quite literally been opened again. 

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[xjamlessparkx]

divorce | myg | 01

summary: in which you have to go through a painful process of your own family shattering

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: angst

01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 |12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17

“Mommy!” you heard your ten-year-old daughter yell and ran up to your room. The bed shifted as someone jumped on you. You groaned loudly while your daughter shook you awake.

“YAY NO SCHOOL!!” you heard your son yell out of joy. He was only two years younger than his sister. Your eyes widened and you looked at the time. Oh man! The bus will arrive in less than 20 minutes. You jumped out of bed, grabbing the two and dragging them into the bathroom. “Alright, you two will brush your teeth now. Ahran! Make sure your brother doesn’t create a mess. I want your teeth to shine brightly, alright?” you rattled off without pausing once. Spotting a small scrunchy, you grabbed it and tied your hair into a messy ponytail. As long as your hair wasn’t annoying everything would be fine.

You ran downstairs to prepare their bento boxes. You turned on the rice cooker and started to cut some vegetables and fruits for their lunch. It was a race with the time and you had to be really fast. You heard growls from upstairs and sighed when you heard a loud sound of something falling. You ran upstairs and could literally scream.

“What are you two doing?” you looked at the mess they created in the bathroom.

“Mom, Junsun is getting on my nerves, he splashed water on me…” Ahran mumbled, pouting in front of you. You shut your eyes, preventing yourself from yelling at them because of your lack of time.

“Come on guys 10 minutes!” you three ran into their room and you helped your little son change into his clothes while your daughter wanted to do it on her own. You brushed their hair and helped them to put on their jackets. The bus stop was in front of your house and you were happy when you made it in time. Just as you saw the bus, something popped up in your mind.

Their food.

“Oh no …” you turned around, leaving your kids at the bus stop to run into the kitchen. Grabbing the completed bento boxes to ran after the bus. The bus driver spotted you from his outside mirror and waited. You hoped into the bus, not caring that you were in bare pajama and didn’t even wash your own face. You thanked the bus driver while he nodded. Giving your kids their lunch you kissed their cheeks and hoped out of the bus, waving at them.

You smiled to yourself as you returned to your house.

Your husband Min Yoongi wasn’t home. He went to work earlier than usual even though it has already been more than a month that he left early and came home pretty late. Sometimes he would pick up your kids from school and other days they spent time together without you. You didn’t blame them, though. It was more important for your husband to spend more time with his kids than with you. You were an ordinary housewife. While the two were married you still worked hard, to help him earning money to lead your own household. Once you were pregnant he didn’t allow you to work. He wanted to be a good husband and father for your family.

Ahran was born and you two shared the happiest moments in your life. She completed you two. You two had many up and downs in your marriage and fought a lot, even while you were pregnant. After she was born everything changed to better. That’s what you thought actually. Ahran wasn’t even one year old and your old habits returned. You sometimes regretted your choice in marrying him so fast but you didn’t want to make any choices because now everything was different. Throwing away a marriage would be easier if both sides agreed and if there was no child. Just as you thought about letting go the doctor told you that you’re pregnant again. You saw it as a light in your empty and dark world. He would be the reason for you two to fight for your love and marriage. Junsun was the jewel of your house. Of course, kids should never be used as a pretext to save a marriage but you didn’t want your kids to feel lonely and have divorced parents at their young ages. Everything went well at first but you and Yoongi lived yourself apart. It was hard to not argue with him once you two were left alone. You were afraid that once your children will hear your arguments that is why you try to ignore the urge to talk back to him. You knew that it was hard to save your family but you wanted to fight for your children. You would sacrifice yourself for the sake and happiness of your children but you doubted Yoongi infighting as well. He already gave up and you knew it.

At home, you cleaned the mess in the bathroom first. Pulling a bandana over your forehead you started cleaning the whole house since you had nothing to do. Sometimes you would feel so bored but you knew that even your friends were working and had no time. Most of them weren’t married and the ones who are married don’t have children yet. As you were cleaning the kitchen you felt your vision getting blurry. It’s not the first time that you had dizziness. It’s been already a month that you suffered from headaches, dizziness, fatigue, and inefficiency. That’s also the reason why you have to rush every morning. You don’t feel good and powerful to wake up. You believed that it was the stress which you had to suffer from. At home, the kids and of course the issue with your husband. You bit your lip reaching for your phone. It felt like you would collapse any minute. You clicked on the caller ID of Yoongi who was probably working right now. He didn’t pick up your call and you ended it. You put your phone on the counter and grabbed a glass to drink cold water. It relaxed your senses and you sat down on the chair. You should eat something but you had no appetite. Sometimes you forced yourself to strengthen yourself Suddenly, your phone rang. You picked it up without looking at the caller ID.

“Hello?” you mumbled questioningly.

“Hey,” a female voice exclaimed and you looked at the caller ID which showed Yoongis.

“Excuse me … but do I know you?” you were pretty calm.

“No… no, you don’t but soon you will know. He was always so hesitant at telling you that’s why I decided to-” you cut her off, not being able to understand a word.

“Where is my husband?” you asked, wondering why a stranger called you.

“Ex-husband…” she corrected you and your mind went blank. You ended the call as soon as possible and stood up. Feeling your throat burning and your eyes filling with tears.

You threw your phone at the counter, letting it ring over and over again. You went upstairs to hop into the bath. Letting the hot water flow in the bathtub. You removed your clothes, feeling the cold breeze of air touching your bare skin. You lost an immense amount of weight but you blamed it on the stress which prevented you from eating. That’s why you had to force yourself to eat.

Everything was already so clear for you to be surprised by the situation. But it still hurt that your effort didn’t matter. It made you sad that he didn’t think about your kids as much as you thought about them and their feelings. The puzzle was complete now. Why he left early and came home late. It’s been already years that you two had shared your last physical contact. The last time you truly made love and felt the passion. After he went distant you waited for him to give in the divorce papers. It was needless to fight anymore because you lost all of your strength already.

It was sad that the last memories of you two would be nothing but hurtful.

You hoped into the bathtub and leaned back, putting your head on your neck. It felt refreshing. You always took your time to the bathroom and it was already getting a little darker outside. You showered and went into your room to change yourself. You had a towel wrapped around your body and pulled out some clothes.

“You showered?” you heard a deep and familiar voice asking. You turned around to look at Min Yoongi who wasn’t even looking at you. He was searching for something in the drawer. You nodded, knowing that he still saw you from the corner of his eyes.

“You’re early …” you mumbled putting on your clothes. Having a clue that he came early to confess because he probably found out about his new affair and wife sharing a conversation.

“I had to get something …” he mumbled and cleared his throat when you sat in front of your mirror to brush your hair.

“I believe there is more …” you said when the room filled with an awkward silence.

“Are the kids in school?” he looked around the room and you nodded. He scratched his neck and stared at the movements of your hands. He bit his lip.

“Y/N … it’s been already so many weeks and the cold ice between us still didn’t melt. I want you to know that I didn’t cheat on you-” you cut him off, feeling the hot tears filling your eyes.

“Yoongi … I only wonder how you think about starting a new relationship when even our relationship is shattering…” it hurt to see that someone you truly loved had no interest in you anymore.

“That’s not the same …” he started but again you cut him off. It was another habit of yours and you knew that you two would argue any minute soon.

“You didn’t even think about your own children Yoongi… You went after your own desire. I’m okay with you not loving me anymore because, to be honest, I am sick of fighting for someone who doesn’t even show slightly effort in saving our relationship. It’s already over Yoongi. It was over even before our kids …” you said, looking to the side.

“I am sorry Y/N…” you let out a sarcastic chuckle. It was the first time you heard him apologizing for something he had done.

“I don’t know what you feel sorry for. The fact that you already moved on, the fact that you want to leave your family behind? That you don’t care about the kids-” he cut you off, getting angrier.

“Oh stop it already! I  love my children. They’re my everything and I would never let them go. It’s just that we both see that nothing works out for us and it is the best to end it before we two destroy ourselves. It’s for the best …” he said. The topic of him meeting a new girl was totally unnecessary for you because you cared about your kids more than your own happiness. You couldn’t even express any sad feelings towards him. It was anger which filled up your whole body but you maintained calm.

“So you wanna divorce?” you murmured. His silence was louder than a hundred words. So he gave up your family without even doubting himself.

“Alright,” you put the hairbrush on the table and stood up “Let’s divorce.”

[sgnjae]

                                               WASSUP EVERYONE !   ✖  ◞   

this intro is embarrassingly late, but hello! faye here ❤ i wanted to introduce y’all to my wannabe casanova ◞  nam jaewon but really he just goes by jae. he’s a sohopmore majoring in business administration and he like? oddly doesn’t hate it :) he’s also minoring photography and local fuckboi cinth member ✌  i kinda fell behind schedule and didn’t get time to throw together a bio or a plots page ( rip ) but i will place some information under the cut so we can get some stuff going. so hit the LIKE button and i’ll hop into the ims for plotting.

also a little fyi, i’ll be slow with messages/threads until wednesday due to some personal/medical things - so bear with me. usually i’m like slow, but not that slow, but forgive me pls edit: also have a discord + krp twitter for plotting if that’s easier!

                                               THE NEED TO KNOW  ✖  ◞  

fist off, his profile page is here for all the tiny details

nam jaewon, 20, born in seoul to JANG JURA & NAM JISEOK

literally the definition of the perfectly family for awhile; his parents were high school sweethearts and led pretty normal lives. they had normal, average paying jobs so jaewon had mostly everything he wanted within reason. 

( TW ILLNESS & DEATH ) his grandfather grew ill, but didn’t really have anyone to take care of him back in the states. so jaewon’s father decided to take his family to california where he could keep a close eye on his father as his conditioned worsened. however, jaewon’s mother decided to stay in seoul and work on her career despite his father’s pleas. jaewon and his father moved to LOS ANGELES in 2008, and his grandfather died in the summer of 2012. ( END TW )

needless to say, love was not powerful enough to overcome the distance between his parents. while jaewon, who adopted the name JAE during his time in america bc it was annoying how everyone failed to correctly pronounce his name, and his father visited during every break - the relationship between the couple was strained. his father used the money he earned doing construction in the area on jae, but sent most of it back to sk to his wife. he always saw his dad put forth the effort to make the relationship work, but wasn’t convinced he saw the same energy from his mother.

( TW SUBSTANCE ABUSE, MENTIONS OF ABUSE ) his mother admitted to an affair over the phone, deciding she wanted to end the marriage even when his father expressed the desire for them to work it out. they divorced in 2014 & his father barely put the bottle down since. the man was rarely aggressive with jae, only when he was really deep in self-pity. but jae never showed any resented for his father, rather for his mother whom he felt had abandoned their family for a new one.

( TW CONT., DEATH ) drunk driving is what took his father from him at the end of his third year of high school ( early 2017 ), and jae 100% blamed his mother. forced to uproot his life and pack his things back to seoul, he lived with his mother and her new husband’s family in GANGNAM. ( END TW )

so with all this new money his mother has so conveniently married into, jae is enrolled in a private school for his last year of high school and begins grooming to take over his step-father’s business. they make a bunch of the medical machinery/equipment for big hospitals around the world and he doesn’t trust his daughters to take over so yay :) 

enrolled in seongnam, funded by his mother/step-father and we’re pretty much caught up

                                              THE EXTRA BITS  ✖  ◞  

personality wise he’s generally pretty easy to hang around. he’s not really short tempered and rarely serious, so he’s literally acting stupid 97% of the time. 

he’s just naturally smart??? so he doesn’t really study??? and people are confused because he acts like he doesn’t give a fuck about school ( but he really cares a lot about his grades )

he had plans to go to ucla after high school and wanted to join a frat with all of his friends back in the states BUT THAT DIDN’T REALLY HAPPEN LMAO so that’s really why he joined cinth. that and the partying ofc

he acts like he’s some sort of sex god around the guys but really he’s painfully inexperienced. he’s literally had sex approximately one (1) time at a party when he was heavily intoxicated during his last year of high school and it was so Bad. he may or may not have puked afterwards.  

but if you asked him, he’s at least already sex 4 times that week. and it’s only tuesday ;)

picked up photography that stems from his mother’s love bc she would send him pretty pictures she took all the time while he was living in the states. and business admin. is pretty boring most of the time so he picked up photography as a minor bc fuck it

basic basketball boi who also pretty much has fins in the water. he’s fast af

has two step-sisters, OH HYEWON (POSSIBLE CONNECTION) & OH HYEMI (16), and he’s kinda got a strained relationship with both??? he’s definitely closer to hyemi bc she’s less of a cunt and then there’s hyewon who hates his guts

has one half sister, OH JAEKYUNG (1), who he loves and will babysit often 

his mom has also made a bit of a name out of herself esp after marrying OH INSIK, who graciously funded her photography business. now she photographs a lot of celebrity weddings and shit like that

[ghostplantss]

Brickclub 1.1.1 - 2 + Introduction

Hello! I’m Alice she/her/hers, trying to catch up to brick club, not the sharpest pencil in the drawer, knows near nothing, so this’ll be something of a miscellaneous collection of rambles just for myself and hopefully it’ll work out!

1.1.1

M. Myriel! I adore you and I’ve missed you terribly

Footnotes and app “common knowledge” say that the inspiration for M. Myriel is de Miollis, bishop of Digne from 1806 to 1838, emigrated to Rome during the revolution, anti-napoleon, bought back church land confiscated by the frev.

Mgr Myriel dans les miserables

According to this article, which I cannot understand since it is in French, jvj was based on pierre Morin, released after 5 years in prison for stealing bread for his sister’s starving family, couldn’t find a job or shelter, was taken in by the aforementioned bishop and died in the battle of Waterloo - does this have anything to do w the pontmercy? 

de miollis was born 19 june, 1753 instead of? 1815 - 75 = 1740? I couldn’t find anything remotely interesting that happened in 1740 except marquis de sade’s birth and hopefully that was an unfortunate coincidence. 

he had 15 siblings, 7 of whom died young, 4 brothers, 4 sisters. of whom one brother took on the family business of conseiller, two (i think) were generals under napoleon - family dinners must’ve been difficult - and the last was a prefect. Hugo says Myriel had 2 brothers, a prefect and a general, which is close enough. de Moillis does not have a sister baptistine, but he does have a sister named anne magdeleine de moillis, married to a marquis, with a servant named genevieve. the article says perhaps hugo thought the name genevieve too noble for a servant, which i find silly bc magloire’s a perfectly lovely name. so i went in looking for his relationship with baptistine and felt terribly cheated to realize hugo had fabricated the sister almost entirely which i suppose is fair.

I think the article says that de Moillis was given the position bc his brother was a general under napoleon. and that the hospital thing fabricated as well but! i’m sloth and articles are so entirely dull. 

A 17th century precursor to Mgr Myriel

This article posits that the creation M. Myriel was influenced by Lancelot’s 17th century novel relation d'un voyage d'aleth which sounds terribly interesting and i must look into it aaaand i’m terribly off topic

SO ANYHOW: 

Myriel emigrated to Italy just as the revolution began and when Napoleon left Italy for France, one by fortune and the other by choice. And he said he was a good man while Napoleon was a great man - I promised myself I’d get throw the next book to call Napoleon a great man at the wall, but alas, I’m reading this digitally - so they’re somewhat opposites! 

Myriel was in an arranged marriage and indulged in affairs, which his later parishioners v consciously forgot, which? I suppose? Shows his love for them is more unconditional than theirs for him? And could? Well? Parallel how ppl were so reluctant to look into the past of Madeleine and how easily they forsook poor jvj as soon as the v ancient news reemerged

Young myriel sounds like such a riot! A bit like? Courfeyrac aka the nicer tholomyès aw imagine if he were cosette’s father instead? I’m sure he wouldn’t abandon her Oh no I’m off topic but I suppose Hugo here’s either saying? Affairs aren’t virtuous and so ppl are capable of change - which would be hypocritical of him - or affairs are ok as long as you take responsibility and such which? i suppose I can get behind. Of course, with the ease of getting divorces nowadays, hopefully people wouldn’t stay in loveless arranged marriages. I remember, when I first read the book, being rather discomfited by the way Myriel seems to ignore how his actions affect women who depend on him? Such as the voluntary scarcity he not only devoted himself to but also foisted upon his sister and sweet Magloire. And? now the way he cheated on his wife, who probably wished no part in this relationship either, but has less freedom than he does in this marriage but ah now I’m terribly off topic and bumming myself out.

I wish there were more said on the 30 years they were married, on their exile to italy, i want to know it all! “Nobody knows” says the omniscient narrator oh come on Hugo spill the beans on myriel! I am the brainless gossiping mob tell me everything

I love magloire and baptistine’s descriptions I love them both! Hugo says a lady needs to be a mother to be venerable but i think that’s just you Hugo you have this odd thing for feral saintly mothers and who can blame you. Mlle. baps is an aspiration! mme. Magloire too! She’s so hard working despite being ill, and it just isn’t right she should be the only one to be so busy when she has asthma

I know I shouldn’t ship them but reason escapes me

1740: born

1758- 1760: 18-20 arranged marriage

1790ish: 50ish emigrated to Italy - wife died of? consumption?

1806: 66 become bishop

1815: 75 current

Cool quotes:

“La révolution survint, les événements se précipitèrent, les familles parlementaires décimées, chassées, traquées, se dispersèrent.” - it flows so nicely!

“M. Myriel devait subir le sort de tout nouveau venu dans une petite ville où il y a beaucoup de bouches qui parlent et fort peu de têtes qui pensent.” - such a burn and this is me! little brain and much tongue

on Mme. Baps: “et cette diaphanéité laissait voir l'ange… Sa personne semblait faite d'ombre … un peu de matière contenant une lueur ; de grands yeux toujours baissés ; un prétexte pour qu'une âme reste sur la terre.” aaa i adore this so much! to imagine her angelic, respectable, and made of shadows! 

1.1.2

Onto chapter 2! So um I know this is terribly off topic, but nap the bonbon said that an archbishop would have a stipend of 15000 francs while a bishop would be given 10000 francs, and this book published after les mis still cited the same numbers as well so it’s odd that Myriel has an annual stipend of 15000 francs? AHHh also! bonbon said that rectors - one class of them at least - would be paid 1500 francs annually, and i’m not entirely sure, but isn’t a curé a rector? as hugo said, myriel never really took more money than he needed. BUT he allocated 1000 francs instead of 1500 for his personal stipend and so I’m! very! confused! i feel like i’m v earnestly explaining how a triangle has four sides. i swear i’ll move on.  

(adding on oh god i just realized?? baps gets 500 a year? i really hope myriel isn’t counting her pension as part of his own personal expenses... though itt does say that “Avec ces quinze cents francs, ces deux vieilles femmes et ce vieillard vivaient.” but that would be rather despicable)

I love the part where he converts the palace to a hospital! hugo started off by describing the extravagance and grandeur of it all, and then juxtaposing it to? the hospital and myriel’s decision to swap houses and there’s something terribly satisfying about the layout. just. how it ends with “Il y a erreur, je vous dis. Vous avez mon logis, et j'ai le vôtre. Rendez-moi ma maison. C'est ici chez vous.” it all wraps so nicely!

The book reiterates how Myriel’s family was ruined by the frev - to what extent, for both of his brothers are employed by the napoleonic government. To that end, it almost appears as a sort of denouncement of violent social change. However, that isn’t quite what myriel believes, it seems, at least according to his budget? since he allocates more to the People as opposed to family, so i’m very confused. Perhaps Hugo is saying that the sacrifices of a few good men who benefit from an unjust system is necessary. 

Myriel took the transportation fee! it was hilarious. of course, i do have mixed feelings because M. Préameneau was right, it’s ridiculous for someone in such a small parish to apply for a carriage fee, which was at least partially why Myriel ultimately chose the donkey. and i’m supposing this most likely sets a terrible precedent for the next bishop of digne who might not have similar philanthropist sentiments. so Hugo’s saying we’re allowed to take advantage of a broken system as long as our own ends are good? how machiavellian! and the buildup was hilarious even if we all knew myriel would never pocket the money himself. poor Mme. Magloire though, it sounded like the household really could have used the money. I think the way she said? that he began by being kind with other people, and now he will end with us? it’s almost rather tragic. that he should’ve neglected the feelings of the people closest to him. 

Hugo seems to have? Baps represent the spirit and Magloire the body, or at least more worldly worries, which seems rather classist of him . I suppose it might be a necessary evil of liking symbols so much - you inevitably fall into stereotypes - and i do love them both, but it makes me uncomfortable. 

Posts from other ppl I want to keep: 

pilf: 

- “il y a toujours encore plus de misère en bas que de fraternité en haut, tout était donné, pour ainsi dire, avant d'être reçu” + charity

- that baps “venerates” her brother, and that he lists all their monetary needs as his own personal expenses, despite the fact that they are the ones managing the household and the money and that they are living off the money same as him, and?? baps only gets 500 yearly, half of what her brother considers a meagre sum

- and aaaa i love how pilf said that it isn’t an admirable move to force those around you to live according to your own morals. just. yes. baps and magloire don’t esp have a choice. and?? magloire and baps really did carry the brunt of the burden. Myriel was able to stay afloat “grâce à la sévère économie de madame Magloire et à l'intelligente administration de mademoiselle Baptistine.” 

akallabeth: 

- how the specificness of the itemized list shows intent and research into the most underserved individuals + causes in his parish: 1. soup for hospital 2. debtors w families

- “And he calls the almsgiving his household expenses. The young man asked Jesus, “Who is my neighbor?” The bishop responds, “The poor are my family.”” (i couldn’t find this quote! but it is amazing!)

- pfff his swanky, company-provided house. i love it

- 15000 francs approx 3 mil usd or 58 workers’ annual wages, which means?? bap’s pension is worth? two adult male workers’ wages? wow

- Myriel uses vous for Magloire

[idasessions]

Famous Muses & Groupies in Rock Music Pt. 38

MUSE: Phyllis Nesmith (born Phyllis Anne Barbour)

Back by popular minor demand, I am reviving this series! So sit back and enjoy some more chaotic classic rock gossip. Phyllis was born on July 30th, 1946 in Long Island City, NY and spent most of her upbringing on US military bases in Europe where her dad was an educator. In her private life, Phyllis practiced Christian Science, as did her first husband Michael Nesmith—whom she met while they were both attending San Antonio College of Texas in March 1963, when Phyllis was 16 and Mike was 20. A year later they married on June 27th, 1964 when Phyllis discovered she was pregnant. Their first son Christian was born on January 31st, 1965 about a year after the couple moved to Los Angeles, CA to expand Mike’s aspirations of a music career. Only 10 months later Mike was cast on the show-turned-real band “The Monkees” (1966-68) where he was both an actor and musician on the affiliated records. When the show/band first got famous, Mike was known as the ‘married Monkee’ because he was originally the only bandmate with a wife and child. Like most pop/rock couples in the 1960s, Mike and Phyllis were regularly photographed and profiled in teeny bopper magazines as a cute celeb couple. She also sang back-up on the track ‘Auntie’s Municipal Court’ from the 1968 LP ‘The Birds, the Bees and the Monkees;’ attended both the taping of the (godawful) TV special 33 1/3 Revolutions per Monkee (1969) and the movie premiere of Head (1968); and traveled with the band for the parts of their 1967 US/UK tour.

Because of the Monkees’ TV shoots, tours and recording sessions, Phyllis spent a lot of time at her and Mike’s Hollywood Hills home raising Christian on her own as a housewife. If you’re starting to get déjà vu and feel like this sounds familiar, it’s because this is basically the Texan version of the John & Cynthia Lennon story. College sweethearts, unplanned pregnancy, shotgun wedding, both Cynthia and Phyllis became blondes as rock wives, family life at the helm of Beatlemania/Monkeemania, etc. And as we all know, John and Mike were friends for 15 minutes in 1967 while the Beatles’ ‘Sgt. Pepper’s’ and the Monkees’ ‘Headquarters’ were being composed. Mike and Phyllis even spent a week staying at the Lennons’ estate when they visited London for the first time. In Cynthia’s 2005 memoir John, she complains about how Phyllis would give passive-aggressive suggestions on her cooking (lol). Mike was famously at the epic recording/filming of the ‘Sgt. Pepper’ track ‘A Day in the Life,’ with Phyllis tagging along on the side with fellow rock SOs Cynthia, Pattie Boyd and Marianne Faithfull.

Just like John, Mike was the smart-ass of his band with a dry sense of humor and also shamelessly cheating on his wife. But he took it an extra step by knocking up another woman while married. In 1967, Mike and Czech-Israeli groupie photographer/band friend Nurit Wilde had a sporadic affair for the next couple of years. But about the time they met, Phyllis became pregnant with their second son. So on February 4th, 1968, Mike & Phyllis’ son Jonathan was born, and only seven months later, Mike & Nurit’s son Jason was born on August 7th, 1968. Oh, and this was all the same year Phyllis experienced a near-fatal car crash….what the FUCK. Mike’s lucky his public image wasn’t completely tarnished like what happened to Billy Crudup in 2004. Then again, I don’t think most people outside of the band’s circle even knew about Jason’s existence until the 1980s. But…still….jrhrgnfdgf. Mike ended up choosing Phyllis in the end (and ultimately becoming a deadbeat dad to Jason until he was 5 years old). They even had a third child, daughter Jessica, on September 10th, 1970. Things officially came to an end in 1972 when Mike and Phyllis separated and finally divorced in March 1975. The final straw was, you guessed it! More cheating. This time with Mike’s future second wife Kathryn Bild (what a gd mess). Miraculously, Mike now has great relationships with all of his kids (including Jason), making him the luckiest SOB alive. In his 2017 memoir Infinite Tuesday, he blames himself for all of the messed up drama he caused. His song ‘Nine Times Blue’ is supposedly for Phyllis.

But now back to the lady of topic. After experiencing one of the worst marriages of all time, Phyllis went into politics in the late 1970s, and became a professional aide to senators like John Tunney and Alan Cranston. By 1990, she switched over to business and ran her own communications company with Winner & Associates. Showing she’s super awesome and too good for Mike, lbr. [Still love you, boo.] Ironically, Mike’s mom was also a very successful businesswoman. Phyllis also married again in the late ‘80s to a man named Bill Gibson until her premature death in 2010 at age 63 of ALS. (Five years before Cynthia would die of her own serious health issues too.) She’s survived by Christian, Jonathan and Jessica. What’s weird/interesting is that none of Mike & Phyllis’ kids have children of their own (kind of like how both of John’s kids are childless too.) I wasn’t planning on making so many Lennon-Nesmith comparisons with this entry, but the parallels are like…strikingly similar.

Fun fact: Christian used to ‘play’ Jimmy Page in the famous Led Zeppelin tribute band Led Zepagain. The son of my fave Monkee cosplaying as my fave LZ member, wowowowie.

[almightanna]

cisfemale — ever hear people say ANNABEL DE LA ROSA looks a lot like ADRIA ARJONA? I think SHE is about 30, so it doesn’t really work. The AUTHOR / BALLET INSTRUCTOR has lived in Livingstone for SIX MONTHS. They can be DILIGENT, but they can also be CYNICAL. I think ANNA might be A TIER 1 SHEPHERD. ( snot goblin. 20. est. she/they. )

i’m sry this took ... so long to put out ... ive been rly lazy these past few days but !! she is Here and she is Ready. i haven’t played her in a few months and last time she was a junior in high school so !! forgive me. but she’s a very old muse and has gone thru ... several fc changes. anyways !! please give this a LIKE if you’d like for me to slide into ur ims. 

TW: POVERTY, DIVORCE SORT OF, CAR ACCIDENT, TRAUMATIC INJURIES, MENTIONS OF DEATH, GRIEF.

a e s t h e t i c s

falling feathers darkened at the tips, leather jackets and pinstripes, red trenchcoats and plaid skirts, worn ballet shoes covered in dust, smudged eyeliner and unruly hair, boxing gloves, ornate canes and pain medication, bandaged hands, classical music floating throughout an empty ballroom, bomber jackets and cropped tees, spilled ink and stained hands, glasses skewed, sneers and jabs, constant fighting, smog in a city, spotlights and encores, piles of books and a long line, backless dresses and sitting alone at a bar, wariness.

general info !!

full name: annabel maritza de la rosa

nickname(s): anna, annie (hates), anna banana (father, exclusively)

b.o.d. - october 31st. scorpio child.

label(s): the catalyst, the charlatan, the crepehanger, the minefield

height: 5′7″

hometown: nyc, ny

sexuality: bisexual

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biography !!

born to two high schoolers who never married, mathías de la rosa and leonora nieves. they were head over heels for each other - when mathías graduated he took up two jobs alongside community college to support their family, until leonora graduated and took on the arts.

growing up was tough - living in the city wasn’t cheap, leonora’s art rarely sold and the two often went without eating in order to provide for annabel. as a child she’d often wear hand-me-downs from extended family.

was taught to be a hard worker and it was reflected in her schoolwork - anna excelled in all her classes but especially english. her love for writing grew at a young age, and as a child she saved up enough money to buy herself proper journals. 

the only thing that she grew more passionate towards than writing was ballet - she caught the image of girls flying through the air and landing on their toes in the window of a dance studio on a walk home from school one day and that was it - something clicked inside of her.

that same day she would spend hours prancing about their tiny apartment, trying to mimic what she’d seen. it was easy to spot the passion anna had for the dance - and within a few months they had saved up enough money for a month’s worth of lessons.

anna was ecstatic - her slippers were old and found in the back of a thrift store by an odd miracle, but she put her all into the lessons regardless. she was quick to pick up on each move, and by the end of the month it was clear that anna had a natural talent.

leonora picked up a job in order for them to keep affording the lessons, month after month - they weighed down on their pockets, but it kept anna happy.

flash forward a few years - life was good. money was still a struggle but they were tight knit.

or rather, anna thought they were tight knit.

mathías and leonora split up when anna was twelve - an event that rocked the young girl’s world, something that she couldn’t understand. they had kept up a front of love when anna was home from school or ballet - but behind doors, they had been growing apart.

anna viewed their separation as leonora running off with another man - an art collector who had a fascination with leonora’s paintings. she viewed this as the end of the world. she viewed this as the death of love.

when anna was twelve, she swore she would never fall in love - refused to believe in its existence. she couldn’t wrap her mind around the simple separation.

her father got a third job in order to keep up with payments, and anna pushed herself in both ballet and school - not being able to handle an empty apartment. she decided to get a job - to help ease her father, but was too young.

so anna decided to do what any average 12 year old would do. she started scamming people.

she’d sell store-bought lemonade as if it were homemade, stole ceramics from art class and sold them to neighbors. she found an old girl scouts uniform in the back of a goodwill and for the next month, she sold knock-off girl scout cookies from the dollar store - going door to door.

her personality had changed drastically - anna went from a sweet, optimistic girl with warm brown eyes and an infectious laugh to cold, calculated, and downright cruel. she knew what she wanted and how to get it.

she got an invitation to a prestigious private school, full scholarship, before she hit high school - originally wanted to reject it as the thought of being surrounded by new york’s richest teens was appalling, but their ballet program was a one-way ticket into the american ballet theatre. anna ultimately accepted the scholarship.

high school was immediately hell for her - pretentious rich kids who all shared a collective brain cell and her secondhand uniform being a prime target for them.

ballet got extremely competitive - anna was a threat to every dancer in their program, bullying and sabotage became standard - but anna retaliated when possible.

this all, however, suddenly stopped when anna picked up her latest scam: faking psychic. through a small network of ‘bees’ she’d pay to gather information (gossip, rumors, etc. etc.) she was able to accurately ~see~ into students’ past, present, and potentially future affairs. the money was very worth it.

from that point forward, people were intimidated by her.

when anna was 16 she was handpicked to join the american ballet theatre’s studio company, alongside 11 other lucky individuals. her dream from that point forward was to become the youngest principal ballerina for abt - and she was going to start by winning over the role of clara in their production of the nutcracker.

she was 17 when she was chosen, much to the dismay of the other girls. she had momentarily quit her ‘psychic’ business in order to dedicate the entirety of her time towards rehearsals & practice.

the final week before her first performance as clara, anna got into a car accident heading home after another tiresome rehearsal. knocked unconscious, anna woke up three days later with no recollection of the accident - and her leg freshly operated on.

it was a devastating event that should had killed her - maybe she would had been better off if it had - but instead, it had effectively destroyed any chances of her dancing professionally.

it took two months of extensive physical therapy for anna to walk again - now relying heavily on a cane.

with ptsd and depression weighing heavily on her shoulders, anna turned back to writing - mostly as a coping mechanism, but it soon became the fierce passion it once was when she was younger.

for the remainder of her high school life, anna dedicated the majority of her time towards recovery, her writing, and directing her school’s theatre productions. oh - and claiming that almost dying had given her the gift of mediumship. it wasn’t too far off from her psychic claims - her peers believed it well enough to either stay away, or pay her for a small amount of comfort.

went to columbia after graduation on a full scholarship - it’s one of her few sources of pride - where she earned her dual degree in english & investigative journalism ( mostly because she didn’t know what she wanted to do )

wrote and published a book based heavily on her experiences as a scholarship student at a private school - YA fiction, essentially - mostly just to dip her toes in the water and become established as an author. surprisingly - the book was a hit, and has written three more in the form of a small series. she also wrote a small book on what it’s like being a ‘psychic medium’.

annabel only came to livingstone after the apner family had left her a hefty email - pleading with her to connect to their dead son. it was in livingstone that annabel heard of the watershed app - and it was from there that her interest was peaked. she immediately found herself involved as a tier 1 shepherd.

she’s partially there to take notes - to learn as much about the app as she can - and partially to strengthen and build her side-business, though she had thought she was retired. the con, however, is too great to resist. essentially - she wants to become a high enough tier to learn the dirt on everybody, and then use that for her psychic business. 

decided to become a dance instructor due to her experience as a ballerina, but because she can’t really ... dance, has assistants that help her.

personality !!

lives in a semi-decent apartment downtown where the elevator would break every other week until she threatened her landlord and it was magically fixed permanently  :^)

that being said - she’s not the friendliest person. knows what she wants and how to get it, and will not hesitate to use people or push them out of her way in order to achieve her goals.

her cutthroat nature was the reason for her success in academics and dance - her students are all terrified of her, and rightfully so. she teaches dancers between the ages of 16-24. while incredibly hard on them - she’d rip someone a new one if they tried to hurt any of her students.

horribly stubborn - if she’s got an idea of you already in her mind, then it’s hard to convince her otherwise.

still uses a cane - in fact, she can’t really walk without it - unless she wants to be in pain.

it’s sturdy, ornate, and pretty fucking solid. doubles as a weapon if need be - has definitely ... hit people with it before, though she’s calmed down now that she’s older.

used to be very angry, very defensive as a teenager and young adult - is still the same, just ... less intense. will not hesitate to speak her mind and let her opinions known - especially in the face of injustice.

doesn’t really have the best ... relationship with authority, mainly because of where she was raised and her con-artist businesses. tends to be snarky and sarcastic to anybody in charge - or really, anybody in general. 

pretty distrusting, pretty emotionless on the outside, doesn’t like to be seen as weak or somebody to be pitied. keeps herself closely guarded and doesn’t really let others ‘inside’ due to her own comfort levels.

swore off love when she was 12 and during a fluke mid-twenties, wound up engaged. called off the engagement when she found her groom-to-be and her bridesmaid-slash-cousin together. very classic - very re-enforcing of a few of her greatest fears.

she’ll sleep around but dating is out of the question, for the most part - she’s been on a few blind dates, a few casual get-togethers - but she’s always the one to break things off. is more of a careful hook-up kind of gal.

still does her psychic medium business !! sometimes she wonders if she’s a bad person because of it - but ultimately, it’s on her customers for believing in all that nonsense anyway. anna herself is a skeptic - doesn’t believe in anything unless she can see it and feel it.

her apartment is still half-packed, half-unpacked, because she honestly cannot be bothered. got out the essentials and that was it. still has her ballet shoes, still has all of her awards for competitions she’s won - they’re just in a box tucked away somewhere labeled ‘do not open’.

is actually ... a pretty sentimental person, doesn’t take anything she’s got for granted, and is hugely appreciative of her father. sends him money when she can. hasn’t spoken to her mother in years - pretty sure she’s got a step / half-sibling or two but she’s never met them. 

a lone wolf and likes it that way, but she isn’t super opposed to friendship - even if she won’t necessarily call anybody a friend. appreciates others who are similar to her - got their head on right, and knows what they want in life.

has a pretty bad fear of driving - will uber if she needs to go anywhere - even then, being in cars makes her pretty anxious. still has ptsd-induced panic attacks, though she’s managed them pretty well.

doesn’t really do drugs! will smoke weed to ease the ache and her nerves, but otherwise she only takes what is prescribed for her. doesn’t drink anything hard, either. big fan of beer and wine. probably gets wine drunk home alone late at night ... like ... two times a week.

goes between being high strung and uncaring - she’s not especially moody ( rather, is just consistently angry for whatever reasons ) but she definitely tries to bottle everything up.

probably keeps pepper spray on her at all times, even though she’s got her cane. has a gun in her apartment, cat ear brass knuckles on her keychain. she’s not paranoid, she just likes being prepared.

kind of wants to write a novel based off of watershed so! she takes a lot of notes - tends to be very observant.

has a soft spot for children, animals, and soft women. kind of person who will put herself in the line of danger in order to protect others - even if she doesn’t necessarily know them too well.

also the kind of person who’ll set something on fire - or do something because you’ve told her not to. incredibly spiteful when wronged. will raise hell if need be.

morally ambiguous tbh.

wanted connections !!

maybe ... a roommate? i imagine her living alone but i also like the idea of having roommate so :^)

she’s sort of new in town so ! acquaintances. people who’ve seen her in town and are curious. people who’ve seen her like ... kick someone’s tire in a small fit of rage or spend 20 minutes trying to coax a cat into coming near her so she could pet it.

fans of her books !!

someone from new york who recognizes her from whatever !! whether it’s from newspaper details of her incident, her legacy at her private school, someone who went to the same college as her, her legacy as a ballerina before her incident, etc. etc.

has taken up boxing recently - so somebody whose helping her at the gym?

someone who tried to like. help her cross the road or something because they saw her with her cane and she yelled at them so now they’re in this weird spot.

students !! if somebody does ballet - she might be teaching them.

alternately, one of her assistants !!

someone she’s soft for for whatever reason :/

hookups !! preferably mid-20s to like. late-30s. she’s not a cougar, i’m sorry :(

somebody who wants her to be a cougar. and she just has to keep rejecting them.

customers who come to her for psychic readings and like. comfort in the form of talking to the dead.

people skeptical of her !! maybe trying to ruin her in some way.

other shepherds. someone higher up that she’s trying to manipulate in some way for her own benefits.

a drunk one night stand that neither wants to talk about.

a pregnancy scare with another, separate one night stand! it turned out to be nothing, but there was some. weirdness. between them afterwards.

a blind date or two dnfjgkmh

someone she ghosted :/

someone she’s like, protected from a creep at a bar or a club ! and now they feel indebted towards her and she’s just like uuuh no. stop.

annoyances !!

like ... maybe a pal or two, or three. mainly just people she gets along with !!

on the other end - something where they just. despise each other for whatever reason. pure hatred.

hatred but make it sexy.

a dealer because even though she can get medical marijuana ... it’s good to have a lil extra on ya :)

people She’s suspicious of for whatever reason - someone she caught doing something. suspicious. untrustworthy.

someone where their mail keeps getting mixed up.

uuh really im down for anything !!

[melroseaddy-blog]

oh hi there, welcome to holiday, ADELINE ‘ADDY’ MELROSE. oh wait, you’ve been here. has anyone ever told you that you look like MARGOT ROBBIE? you’re FEMALE and use SHE/HER? just checking. and you’ve been here for ONE YEAR? you’re 28 too, right? just curious. you work over at HOLIDAY BREWING still? you know people say you’re CHARISMATIC, EFFICIENT but STUBBORN, IMPULSIVE so i guess take that with a grain of salt. well, at least i do know you’re excited for FOURTH OF JULY. bye now! [lily, 20, mst, she/her]

hey hey! i’m lily and this is my baby addy. i haven’t played her in months but i’m dusting her off for this cute lil rp and i hope you’ll like her !! anyway, i’m super excited to get into playing her again and playing with all of you so here’s some info about her to get started! alsoo, i’m in the mst timezone for the summer but i’m usually pst!!

addy was born in chicago, illinois on may 19th 1991

she was raised mostly by her mother, but also by her step-father, richard, when she was seven – she has no idea who her father is because her mother never told her but it doesn’t bother her now. she and her step-father have never really gotten along.

she has two younger half-brothers from her mother & richard. they’re seven and ten years younger than her and she adores them to pieces.

when she was 23, after trying to go to college to become a teacher and then deciding to drop out, she got a job as a bartender in chicago with help from a friend and that’s how she got into the business of bartending.

when she was 24, she had an affair with the bar manager at the bar she was working at. when his wife found out, he fired her. heartbroken bc she kind of had feelings for him, but mostly bc she lost her job, she packed up her things and decided to get a fresh start in new york!

after a few months in new york, she was really loving bartending again after having a few months trying out different things and finally felt like she was getting into her ~groove~

but just over a year ago, her old manager/affair showed up in new york and told her he’d divorced his wife and wanted to be with her for good. addy essentially got a little scared because she didn’t want that and because everything was finally starting to feel right, but he kept being a dick and pestering her, so she moved to holiday in an attempt to start fresh once more. 

now, one year leter, she’s been happily living in holiday and working as a bartender at holiday brewing. she loves the job so much and she’s grown to love the town too – after living in big cities for her whole life, the change was one that took a little while to get used to but now it’s one she’s really grown to appreciate.

she’s quite mature but she’s also a lot of fun. super friendly, loves being around people most of the time and is always happy to talk with anyone and everyone.

from her affair in chicago, though, she’s still hurt from it all and is a little worried about fully committing to love again because she doesn’t want to end up hurt again. but she’s completely over the feelings for her boss and she wants to move on. but she has pulled her walls down a considerable amount for finley, the most unlikely of sorts but someone she completely and utterly adores (somehow... she still doesn’t quite get how or why)

she’s a slytherin through and through.

she loves being in the bar, loves spending time there and highkey wants to spend as much time as possible there, even when she’s not working, just chilling and talking to people.

and here are some stats!!

name: adeline ‘addy’ marie melrose

age: 28

nickname(s): addy

place of birth: chicago, illinois

current residence: holiday, maine

favorite place they’ve visited or lived: holiday, maine

occupation: bartender

tattoos, scars, or piercings?: one tattoo of an anchor on her wrist, ears pierced once.

sports they play: she used to play tennis as a kid

sexuality: bisexual

zodiac: taurus (may 19th)

mbti: estp

relationships and self

parents: audrey ellis-melrose & richard ellis (mother and step-father)

siblings: archer and felix ellis (21 and 18)

past relationships: she’s had two. one as a teenager and her affair.

pets: she doesn’t have any but she really wants some.

so that’s addy!! i hope you love her as much as i do and i’m excited to get started with this rp!! for plots, i want them allll so hit me up !!

[elizascharlesdanceblog]

He's 61 with a penchant for lovers half his age, so who are the women who 'Dance with the Devil?'

By PAUL SCOTT FOR MAILONLINE UPDATED: 20:01 BST, 4 September 2008 

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Despite his advancing years, actor Charles Dance makes a point of being in the right physical shape to shed his clothes for the cameras at a moment's notice should the need arise.

At the age of 61, it means he sets himself the sort of punishing fitness regime that would have a man half his age on his knees.

On weekend mornings, he rises early at his North London home and cycles furiously to nearby Hampstead Heath.

There, winter or summer, he strips off for a bracing 20-minute swim in the unheated outdoor pool. And while some others who brave the cold water first don a wet suit, Dance thrashes up and down in his skimpy Speedos.

After a hot shower, he pedals back home, before submitting himself to exactly an hour and ten minutes of pumping iron, yoga and Pilates.

His efforts have not been in vain. In recent times, he's appeared in nothing more than fishnets and a red rubber micro mini-skirt in Ali G In Da House, and completely naked (with just a pepper pot to protect his modesty) in another Britflick.

His on-screen disrobing, it should be said, does not necessarily have to be in the name of art. 'Oh, I'll do anything for money, darling,' he is fond of saying.

Nonetheless, Dance is justifiably proud of his 6ft 3in physique. Plus, of course, there is the added advantage that his buff body ensures he remains positive catnip to a carousel of younger women.

Take last weekend, for example. The still handsome star, who made his name as a series of dashing leading men in the likes of The Jewel In The Crown and White Mischief, was to be spotted, after his morning dip, in the company of a suitably enamoured younger blonde as they strolled on nearby Parliament Hill Fields.

Intriguingly, she was not the statuesque and beautiful former Gucci model, Shambhala Marthe, who has been filling the on-off role of Dance's arm candy for the past three years.

But then trying to keep tabs on the ginger-haired Lothario's tangled amorous adventures would tax the logistical capabilities of a PowerPoint presentation.

History: Dance with ex-wife Joanna who he left after 33 years of marriage

No wonder Dance has developed a reputation in the theatrical circles in which he moves for occasionally casting himself in something akin to the role of smooth-talking bounder.

Certainly, he has acquired, of late, the sort of unenviable love-them-and-leave-them status that has led his showbiz chums to christen him, jokily, Dance With The Devil.

And the French-born Miss Marthe, 36, is hardly alone in discovering her posh-sounding lover is not quite the gentleman he has made a career out of playing.

Witness his treatment of Sophia Myles, who starred as Lady Penelope in the movie version of Thunderbirds.

The blonde Miss Myles, just 23 when she started dating Dance five years ago, was said to be 'utterly devastated' when dumped out of the blue in 2005.

She had, according to friends, been expecting him to propose - but Dance suddenly called time on their affair, as her circle muttered darkly that 'the Charles who starts relationships is very different from the one who ends them'.

Dance, it is said, had relentlessly pursued vicar's daughter Miss Myles and told her she was the 'love of his life'.

Cruelly dumped: Sophia Myles was hoping for a lasting relationship with Dance despite the significant age gap between them

But when the time came for him to move on, her friends accused her ageing lover of treating her 'cruelly and bizarrely'.

A treatment, one imagines, that might chime with Joanna, Dance's sculptress wife and mother of his two grown-up children, whom he left equally suddenly in 2003 after 33 years of marriage.

Within months, he was to be spotted out and about looking very cosy with Miss Myles, whom he had met two years earlier on the set of the ITV adaptation of the Dickens classic Nicholas Nickleby.

As part of the divorce settlement, the couple, who have a son Oliver, 33, and daughter Rebecca, 24, had to sell their idyllic 17th-century Somerset manor house and Dance moved into a modest terrace bachelor pad in London's Kentish Town.

Later, he admitted to 'an unexpected series of watersheds' in the run-up to the end of the marriage, and only recently felt able to confess he was 'not the greatest husband in the world'.

Miss Myles was not the first time he had been linked with another woman during the marriage.

In 2001, three years before the split with his wife, he was said to have struck up a close friendship with the then 27-year-old Emilia Fox, actress daughter of Edward Fox and Joanna David.

In the immediate aftermath of the marriage, he was also reported to be dating an unnamed woman 12 years his senior.

On-off: Dance with Shambhala Marthe who is said to be smitten with the actor

And a few months after the split, he was seen in Barbados with Hilary Heath, ex-wife of millionaire showbusiness agent Duncan Heath.

Since then he has been seen out with a seemingly never-ending procession of attractive women.

Friends of his told the Mail this week that one of the many women he has taken a shine to is former newsreader Anna Ford, whom, they say, he has escorted on a series of dates, including to the open-air opera in London's Holland Park.

None of which, one imagines, will have gone down particularly well with Miss Marthe, the 6ft 2in catwalk model-turned-photographer whom Dance met in a London fruit and veg market in 2005.

It was not long before he was taking her on dates to his favourite Polish restaurant in Shepherd's Bush and on holiday to Turkey. He also sat for her as she took a series of rather flattering portraits of him.

Soon the smitten Shambhala, who came to Britain from France 11 years ago, was gushing about how the handsome actor had bought her a ring from a stall on a bazaar while they were away as a 'love token'.

'It's not expensive, but he knows my taste very well and that means a lot to me,' she trilled at the time. 'He's great company, and older men know how to woo a lady.'

Significantly, perhaps, she took to wearing the ring on her right hand. But friends say that after one failed marriage, Dance is not keen to tie the knot again.

Nor is he inclined to give up his independence. Instead, he has become a familiar figure at showbusiness parties, prowling the room on the lookout for what he calls 'glamorous creatures'.

'I like women, to be perfectly frank with you,' he recently told an interviewer. 'I feel 35. I probably act 25.'

All of which has the unmistakable whiff of mid-life crisis about it. He has also taken recently to wearing trendy 'urban wear' off screen, including baggy jeans and heavy black combat boots.

And despite rave reviews for his stage work, Dance, whose portrayal of the dashing Guy Perron in the acclaimed 1983 ITV series The Jewel In The Crown made him a instant heart-throb to millions of female fans, is said by friends to mourn the passing of his movie star status and once-lustrous hair.

Indeed, it's 15 years since he last appeared in a major Hollywood film - Arnold Schwarzenegger's much-derided Last Action Hero - and 21 since he starred in White Mischief opposite Greta Scacchi.

A director friend told the Mail: 'I honestly believe when Charles looks in the mirror, he still sees himself at 30.' No wonder, given his taste for a revolving door of girlfriends, Dance is making sure he stays in shape with those freezing morning dips.

source: dailymail