#*lauren screaming in the distance*

[swagittariusrising]

If anybody wants to watch the episode of Bob’s Burgers that the TikTok sound is from (“Take. It. OFF!” “I… would... rather... die…”), it’s season 5 episode 16. 🥰

[southerngothicchic]

King Steve's Halloween Party

18+

You looked yourself over in your vanity mirror. Your eyes traveled from your teased hair, to the sparkly eye makeup that enhanced your eyes, then to your costume. It might have been kind of basic to go as a witch, but yours was a sluttier version of the classic Halloween costume.

Your tight, black dress exposed just the right amount of cleavage, but it was shorter than you were comfortable with, so you wore matching fishnets underneath. You usually didn't wear such revealing clothes, but it was Halloween and you also wanted to show off a bit for the host of the party you were going to later.

You smiled as you thought of him, and how he personally invited you to his party, last week during English. He had chosen the desk behind yours at the start of the semester and struck up a conversation with you almost immediately. You tried to resist his charms, as his reputation definitely preceeded him.

You proved an easy target, though, as you soon looked forward to seeing him every day and his perfect hair and plump lips.

You wondered when he'd finally ask you out, and that moment came when he invited you to this party.

The honking of a car's horn snapped you out of your thoughts. You quickly slipped into your black heels and grabbed your witch's hat and purse, before hurrying out of your room.

Excited screams could be heard from your friends as you approached the car.

"Damn, you really went all out for Steve, didn't you?" Your best friend Lauren teased, as you slid into the passenger seat.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you deflected, while she narrowed her eyes.

"Come on, we all know you have the hots for him," your other friend Nikki interjected, from the backseat.

"Is it that obvious?" You asked, turning to look at her.

"Yes!" The two girls said in unison, before laughing.

You blushed, while also laughing. You couldn't help your crush on him, but if it was that noticeable to them, then he probably picked up on it, as well.

A nervous pit formed in your stomach during the drive to Steve's house. You wondered what he would be dressed as, if he decided to dress up at all. You knew he'd look good no matter what he wore. He was so effortlessly handsome, it bordered on annoying.

After Lauren parked down the street, you all walked the short distance to his house. She was dressed as Alice from Alice in Wonderland, while Nikki was dressed as an equally slutty vampire.

Lauren could sense your anxiety and nudged your arm. "Don't worry, he's gonna love your costume."

"That's what I'm nervous about," you confessed. "What if he likes it too much?"

"Isn't that what you were going for?"

"Yeah, just...I don't know."

"Relax," Nikki said, draping her arms over yours and Lauren's shoulders. "You already know he likes you, so hopefully he'll get so turned on, he'll want to fuck your brains out."

You laughed at her crudeness. "That was oddly comforting, thanks."

"That's what I am, oddly comforting, " she also laughed.

The three of you finally reached Steve's doorstep and the thumping music could already be heard. After stepping inside his house, you were instantly greeted with the sounds of drunken cheers and overwhelmingly loud music.

"Come on, let's go find the kitchen and get some drinks," Nikki loudly suggested, leading both you and Lauren further into the house and into the sea of people.

You couldn't believe you were actually in Steve's house, at one of his famous parties. Your anxiety then crept back in at the thought of seeing him. You tried to calm yourself the best you could, as you followed your friends into the kitchen.

There were several makeshift coolers sat out on the counters with different drinks to choose from. As you were chatting away to Lauren, you heard a familiar voice greet you.

"Ladies, I'm glad you all could make it."

The three of you turned around and were met with the sight of Steve dressed in a white bedsheet. It was tied over one shoulder, revealing his tan skin. You averted your eyes from the tiny glimpse of chest hair, as the sight of it made you feel faint.

"And what are you supposed to be? Caesar?" Nikki asked, mockingly.

"Its a toga, from Animal House, obviously," he replied, matter of factly.

"Oh, obviously," she nodded, trying not to laugh.

He rolled his eyes before focusing his attention on you.

"You...look gorgeous," he softly complimented, stepping closer to you.

"Yeah? You like it?" You asked, smiling up at him.

"I do, it's very sexy," he said, sliding his arm around your waist.

You hoped he couldn't see how he was making you blush.

"Why don't we go see who all's here," Nikki interjected, taking you by the arm and gently pulling you away from Steve.

"I'll see you later," you called to him, over your shoulder.

"Count on it," he smiled.

Before you could say anything, Nikki explained, "You can't seem too desperate, you need to make him want you."

"Judging from how he was looking at me, I think he already does," you challenged, as you both reentered the living room.

"Well, yeah, but you need to play hard to get for a little while. Make him beg for it."

"You are just a fountain of knowledge tonight," Lauren then intervened.

"Let's just say I have experience with guys like him," Nikki defended. "I know how they think."

You remained at your friend's sides for most of the night, much to Steve's dismay. You caught him in your periphery staring at you, but he would always look away whenever you glanced towards him.

At one point, you had become separated from Lauren and Nikki and found yourself talking to two football players.

Steve noticed and started making his way over to you.

"Sorry guys," he apologized, once he appeared at your side. "Can I steal her away for a minute?"

He then slipped his hand into yours and led you away from them. Your skin tingled at the feeling of him holding your hand.

He sat on an unoccupied couch, in the den, and pulled you down, onto his lap.

"You shouldn't talk to those meat heads for too long, you'll lose braincells," he warned, wrapping his arms around you.

"Thanks for rescuing me then, I guess," you laughed, draping your arm around his neck.

"Well, one of my duties as a good host is to make sure all my guests are looked after," he smiled.

"Oh..." you sighed, as he pressed a wet kiss against your cheek.

His hand rested on your thigh and lightly squeezed as he continued kissing you.

"So, like, you weren't jealous or anything?" You shakily asked.

"What if I was?" He softly asked, turning your head so you could meet his gaze. "I wanted the prettiest girl at the party for myself, and got tired of waiting."

His lips brushed yours, teasingly, before he kissed you. His lips felt amazing, tasting like a combination of beer, tobacco and mint. You didn't care, though, because it was Steve Harrington.

His hand moved up your thigh, under your dress. His fingertips teased you through your tights, making you whimper. You closed your legs and trapped his hand there.

"So shy," he breathed, against your lips. "You don't like it when I put my hand up your dress out in the open, like this? Where anyone could see?"

You shook your head.

"Good. Let's go somewhere more private, then."

"Ok," you quietly agreed.

"You're going to have to open your legs first," he smirked.

You felt a familiar heat rising to your cheeks when you released his hand from between your thighs.

He then led you upstairs, to his room. Your heartbeat echoed in your ears, drowning out everything else around you.

Once he opened his bedroom door, you walked in first and went to sit at the foot of his bed. He couldn't keep the smug look off his face as he closed and locked the door.

You slipped your heels off and leaned back on your hands. He turned and crossed the short distance to you.

He also took off his shoes, before standing in front of you. You looked up at him, as his hand cupped your chin. He could feel himself getting even harder as his eyes traveled your face, then your chest.

"You look so fuckin' hot tonight," he breathed. "I bet you wore this just to drive me crazy, didn't you?"

You shrugged.

He licked his lips. "I know you did, angel."

He placed his knee beside you, on the bed, and leaned forward, causing you to lay back. He hovered over you, eyes darkening with lust. His hands then pinned your wrists to the bed as he leaned in close.

He ghosted his lips over yours, before kissing you deeply. A slight whimper escaped your lips when he licked his way into your mouth. You desperately wanted to run your fingers through his hair, to touch him in some way, and he knew it.

His lips then trailed kisses to your jaw, then to a spot just underneath it. He lightly sucked on your skin, leaving a small purple bruise, in his wake, as he continued his descent down your neck.

You writhed underneath him, pushing your thighs together in an attempt to quell the ache between them. You felt him smile against your shoulder, before kissing it.

He glanced up at you, satisfied smirk on his lips as he kissed his way across the tops of your breasts. He then released his hold on your wrists and your hands immediately went to his hair.

He moaned at the feeling of your fingers running through his sculpted locks.

"I fucking love this dress, but I want it off," he breathily demanded, looking up at you.

"If my costume's coming off, yours is too, Harrington," you replied, your eyes challenging his.

"Fair enough," he grinned.

"You'll have to unzip me," you added, as he sat up.

"With pleasure, angel."

You also sat up and turned, revealing the back of your dress.

He happily grasped the zipper and slowly unzipped it. His breath caught in his throat when he saw your bare back. His lips were soon pressed to the back of your neck, then to all the newly exposed skin.

You gasped slightly at the feeling of his wet lips on your skin. He placed his large hands on your shoulders and pushed the straps of your dress, off your arms.

"God, you're so beautiful," he lamented, as he kissed across your back.

Your dress was pushed down to your waist as his hands made their way to your bare breasts. You sighed his name as he cupped them and lightly squeezed.

Before he let himself get too carried away, he leaned in close to your ear and instructed you to lie back.

You turned your head to the side, capturing his lips in a kiss. Your hand snaked back into his hair, as you held him in place.

He eagerly reciprocated your kiss, with soft moans leaving his lips. He ended it sooner than either of you would've liked, but he really wanted to feel your skin pressed against his.

He stood up, hastily untying the knot at his shoulder. You did as he instructed and lay back on the bed, watching him. He was having trouble getting it untied, but the sheet eventually pooled at his feet. He was left in nothing but a tiny pair of shorts that made your mouth water.

Seeing his muscular thighs made you even hotter for him. Everything about him like this was appealing.

He crawled back onto the bed and hovered over you again.

"I've fantasized about having you here, like this," he confessed, leaning in close. "All those times in class, all I could think about was getting you into my bed-" He paused to kiss you. "-And making you scream my name all night long."

You whimpered at his confession, lightheaded at the thought of King Steve actually fantasizing about being with you.

He then kissed you hungrily, rendering you thoughtless. It held such intensity that you felt yourself melting into the mattress.

"Don't tell me you haven't had similar thoughts about me..." he panted, pulling away only to catch his breath.

"I have," you answered, meekly. "I wondered what it would be like to feel your lips on mine..."

"And did it live up to your expectations?"

You nodded. "They felt even better than I ever could've imagined."

"Imagine how good they'll feel when I kiss other parts of your gorgeous body," he breathed, against your lips, before kissing you again.

"You've also fantasized about that too, right? Having my head between your thighs, my tongue lapping at you..." he continued, in between kisses. "And my fingers fucking your pretty pussy..."

"Y-Yes," you sighed, already unraveling at his words.

"I knew it," he grinned. "I knew you pretended to be all innocent at school, when you were secretly dying for me to fuck you."

"To be fair, that's what, like, half the girls at school also want..."

"Yeah, but I don't care about them. You're the girl I've had a crush on all year, so..." he then revealed.

You smiled. "You really like me that much?"

"Obviously," he also smiled, making you giggle.

You pulled him into a kiss and each of your smiles faded as it became more lustful.

His hand glided down your body, stopping at the waist of your tights. He slowly moved lower and cupped you through the sheer fabric. You gasped into the kiss, making him smile.

He then raised his hand back up and slipped it underneath both your tights and panties. He ran his finger over you and lowly moaned.

"Fuck, angel, you're so wet for me..." he breathed. "I didn't know you liked me that much..."

"Sure you didn't," you remarked, as he gave you a look.

"Yeah, you're right. I already knew you had it bad for me," he continued, before kissing you again. "You practically had hearts in your eyes every time you looked at me."

"You're cute, what can I say?"

"I think there's more to it than that, angel," he replied, sitting up and sliding down your body to take off your tights.

You raised your hips to help him pull them down your thighs. Once he had them off your legs, he held your leg and pressed kisses from your ankle to your inner thigh.

You whined and tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but he was much stronger and only tightened his hold on you.

He smirked up at you, his face now between your legs. He pressed a kiss to your panties, moaning into it.

"I want to make all your fantasies come true tonight, angel," he softly began, his voice dripping with lust. "Starting with this."

He quickly pulled the dainty fabric down your thighs and tossed them somewhere in the room.

You felt the sudden urge to close your legs, feeling too vulnerable, too exposed to him. He placed his hands on your thighs, spreading and keeping them open.

"Still so shy..." he mused. "You don't need to be shy around me, honey, I only want to make you feel good."

He looked up at you, eyes darkening with desire.

"I'll stop if you want me to, ok?" He said, his thumbs lightly caressing your skin.

You nodded.

He smiled before parting your lips with his tongue. You gasped his name as he just lapped at you, to start.

"Oh angel, you're even sweeter than I imagined..." he panted. "Like the best fucking dessert."

His words sent your head spinning along with the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you.

He licked and sucked on you, while your hips bucked underneath him. Your back arched and your fingers clawed at his scalp as he ate you out.

You whimpered when he slipped two fingers inside you, and began pumping them vigorously. He was starting to lose his hold on your legs, as you kept writhing and squirming.

"S-Steve..." you breathed, when you felt him add a third finger.

"I need to get you ready for me, honey. I don't want it to hurt when I fuck you," he breathlessly explained.

You threw your head back, against his pillows and alternated between moaning curses and his name.

He glanced up at you, then slowly withdrew his fingers. He sat up, on his knees and placed them between his lips.

You watched, dazed, as his eyes rolled back as he sucked on them.

"Christ, honey, you have the sweetest pussy," he smiled, crawling over your body.

His face hovered above yours, just gazing at you and how pretty you looked, already a mess from his affections.

"How're you feeling?" He then quietly asked, nuzzling his nose against yours.

"Pretty good," you smiled, reaching up to touch his cheek.

"Good, but I wanna make you feel even better," he replied, against your lips.

He then kissed you slowly, passionately. He let his body fully engulf yours, by pressing more of his body weight against you. He fully overwhelmed your senses now, with the scent of his cologne and hairspray, almost suffocating you. It was like he was too close, yet still not close enough.

"You ready for me, angel?" He softly asked, his lips brushing your cheek.

"Yes, I need you," you replied, bashful.

"I need you, too," he breathed, into another kiss. "I'm literally aching for you."

You sighed into his kiss, unsure if you'd be able to handle sex with him, mentally or physically.

He climbed off the bed to take off his shorts, which at this point, left little to the imagination.

You bit your lip at the sight of his throbbing length, now knowing all the stories you heard about him were true.

He fished a condom out of his nightstand and quickly tore open the foil packaging. He then rolled it onto himself before climbing back onto the bed.

He positioned himself between your legs and pressed his body against you once more. You had to resist gasping, as it felt like all the air was being pushed from your lungs, and nothing had even happened yet.

His hand then stroked your cheek while he gazed at you, softly.

"Are you ok?" He asked, with traces of a smile.

"Yeah, this is just one of those moments I never thought would happen," you admitted. "Its surreal, you know?"

He nodded. "I get it. I know how my reputation makes me sound, but I'm really not that much of an asshole."

"I hope not," you laughed.

"If you give me another shot after tonight, I'll prove it to you," he replied, hopeful.

"I'm pretty sure you've already guaranteed yourself another shot with me," you smiled.

He bit his lip before pressing his lips to yours. Your hands immediately went to cradle his face as he slowly eased himself into you.

You hadn't felt anything like this before, as he was definitely bigger than anyone you'd been with.

You each moaned into the others mouths as he pushed himself all the way in.

"Fuck..." he breathed, in a drawn out breath. "How's it feel, is it too much?"

"N-No, it's good..." you said, ragged.

"Yeah?" He asked, as he slowly moved his hips.

"Yes...oh S-Steve..." you gasped, already overwhelmed by him.

"You feel so good, honey.....fuck..." he praised, thrusting a little faster.

You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him to push himself even deeper.

You were now truly gasping for air, as he was so deep inside you, and thrusting even faster.

He buried his face in your neck, leaving new love bites, as he relished how you took every inch of him.

"Still good, angel?" He asked, his voice muffled against your skin.

"Y-Yes, so fucking good...don't stop, please..."

"Oh, I won't..." he replied, breathless.

Sweat covered your bodies as you each worked up to your releases. He licked the perspiration from your neck, up to your ear, illiciting an obscene moan from you.

" Kiss me..." you pleaded, not caring how needy you sounded.

He immediately pressed his lips to yours for a wet kiss. You licked the sweat from his upper lip, which made him shudder.

"You're so fucking hot, oh my God," he breathed, before deepening his kiss.

His thrusts became sloppy and erratic, signaling he was close. You held him impossibly close as you neared your release. One hand was in his hair while the other was gripping his sweaty shoulder.

After a couple thrusts, you came undone around him, pulling him into a kiss, to muffle your cries of pleasure.

His kiss was equally sloppy as you sent him over the edge. He breathed praises mixed with your name, against your lips, as he kept fucking you, until he couldn't anymore.

Once the waves of pleasure washed over him, he stilled, on top of you. He pressed his forehead to yours, while breathing heavily.

"Shit...that was way better than any fantasy could ever be," he panted.

"It was," you replied, dreamily.

He then gazed into your eyes.

"You were amazing," he praised, as his hand cupped your cheek. "I know you probably won't believe me when I say this, but that was the best sex I've had in a long time."

Your brain short circuited as you processed what he said.

"Really?" You questioned, as your eyes searched his for any trace of insincerity.

"Yeah, see, I knew you wouldn't believe me..."

"Its not that I don't believe you, I'm just surprised," you clarified, smoothing a hand through his hair.

"I guess I should've expected that, considering that it's me and everything," he replied, deflated.

"Steve, look at me," you softly instructed.

His eyes warily met yours.

"I believe you."

You then pulled him into a kiss, repeating that over and over, against his lips. He reciprocated your kiss and deepened it.

"Wait one second," he breathed, before pulling out of you, making you wince.

He carefully pulled the condom off and discarded it in a nearby trash can. He then returned to you, pulling you to his side.

"I knew there was something special about you," he revealed, as his hand gently stoked your hair.

You smiled, as you looked up at him.

"You'll be good for me," he continued, "in more ways than one."

"Does that mean THE Steve Harrington is now a one woman man?" You playfully asked, making him laugh and roll his eyes.

"Maybe," he smiled, "though I'll need to take you on a proper date first, I think."

"You mean this didn't count?" You pressed, with an exaggerated pout.

"Well, yeah, but I don't want you think that's the only reason I wanted to see you tonight..."

His insecurity crept back in causing you to lean in and kiss him.

" I know how you feel about me," you quietly said, gazing into his troubled eyes. "I know your feelings for me go deeper than just hooking up at one of your parties."

"Like I said, you'll be good for me," he smiled before pulling you into a passionate kiss.

[wosowrites]

Saving the Game (Erin Cuthbert x Reader)

warnings: ⚠️injury, swearing, throwing up⚠️

a/n: I had to reimagine the the second leg of the quarter final so let’s pretend erin wasn’t injured and that the game didnt go to penalties. based off this request:

prompt: in which saving the game means injuring yourself during the champions league quarterfinal and erin takes care of you through your injury.

The champions league quarterfinal was a scary time. Emma had made it extremely clear that we could not concede. No ball should be behind Berger. And Chelsea thought they had it, until they didn't. A goal was scored by Vanessa Gilles in the 76 minute, equalizing the game on aggregate. It was a stressful ten minutes, and then out of nowhere, the ball was in Lyon's half.

Guro ran up the wing, speeding through the Lyon centerbacks. She switched the ball to Lauren James who outskilled Wendy Renard, leaving her Gilles and the keeper. LJ spotted Erin, making a run down the middle. The British woman cut the ball back into the space, Erin struck the ball, and it was behind Endler, and into the net.

You let out a scream, full of excitement as you jumped onto Erins back and kissed the top of her head. The fans has suspicions about a possible relationship between the both of you, but it wasn't confirmed.

The celebrations died down, 2-1, agrogate. 4 minutes left on the clock.

Thats where things went wrong. Lyon got hungry, and worried. They needed a goal more than anything. And that's when Chelsea panicked. As Lyon started their counter attack, you tracked back, positioning yourself in the midfield. You almost got the ball from Lindsey, but she faked you out. Magda and Kadeisha were alone. You tried to get back but Magda had no choice. She slid, clipping the corner of Lindsey's foot.

The American went flying, it wasn't a bad tackle, but she needed to sell it. Magda argued, but a penalty was awarded right away. You cursed yourself, wishing you would have gotten the ball.

"Hey. I know what you're thinking. Don't. Do not think anything bad about yourself. Ann-Kat's got this." Erin told you, discreetly putting her hand on the small of your back and giving you a closed lip smile.

Lindsey Horan put the ball down on the penalty spot and breathed in deeply. You positioned yourself in between Magda and Guro, ready to run into the box and clear the ball.

The referee blew her whistle, and the American ran towards the ball. Except she missed. The ball bounced off the crossbar and went flying back into play. You were quick to run into the box, Ann Kat yelling at you to position yourself on the far post. And thats what you did. Except suddenly, you were a bit in front the goal line, and the ball was coming flying in your direction. If you didn't move, it would slip into the night right between you and the post. So, as any footballer would do, you moved.

There was a three meter distance between yourself and the post, and you realized as you were already mid air that your jump to block the shot would end in only one way. Your head colliding with the post.

But it was too late, and you honestly didn't care. All you wanted was for your team to win this. So you took it. The feeling of the ball hitting your stomach and bouncing off hurt, but it was nothing compared to your head smashing into the lower part of the post.

Your screams filled the stadium and even though the ball was technically still in play, everyone had forgotten about it. Lyon and Chelsea players alike crowded around you. You saw double, no, triple as you lay on the floor. Blood clouded your vision as you groaned. You saw people being pushed to the side and then a face so familiar you could have smiled. Erin.

And then everything went black.

You woke up due to cold water falling on your face. You would have jumped up if it wasn’t for Erin’s hands on your chest pushing you down into the turf. "Don’t move. You probably have a serious concussion." she said, gently brushing strands of bloody hair off your forehead. "Why the water?" you groaned. "Sorry, couldn’t do anything with you passed out." the medic told you. "You saved the game y/n. It was incredible. Horrifying to watch by the way, when they showed the replay on the screen Jessie looked like she was gonna throw up." Erin laughed, trying to lighten the mood. You just smiled gently. "Okay, let’s get you off this field." the medic said.

A stretcher was now at your side and both men gently lifted you onto it, telling another medic to hold your head steady. You laid on the stretcher, looking up at the sky through the open stadium roof. You were a little confused when the stretcher lifted up and heard no kind of applause whatsoever. You looked around to see everyone shaking their hands in the air instead of clapping. Honestly, you were relived, you didn’t think your head would be able to take the loud noise. "Our fans are pretty amazing." you said gently. "Tell me about it." Erin laughed.

As they carried you off, you felt your eyes fluttering. You were struggling to stay awake, your body hurt, and you didn’t feel good. It was only when you got carried into the tunnel and when Erin left you as she couldn’t walk off the field that you told the medic to stop.

"Mark. Mark stop walking. I think i’m gonna-" you didn’t finish your sentence as you sat up and leaned over the edge, throwing up.

Throwing up was your biggest fear. You hated it. Hated the feeling, the taste, everything about it. It made you cry, and shake and just want to pass out every time you threw up. Your team didn’t know about this fear, and you wanted to keep it that way.

Your chest heaved up and down as you cried, whispering 'oh my god' multiple times. "Hey, hey. It’s okay. Don’t worry about it." Mark said, calmly. "I’ll get the janitor, bring her to the medical examiners room." He ordered.

You had always liked the medics, they were nice to you.

You laid down on your side, weeping silently. You were scared.

There was a moment in time that was a blur. You got transferred to a bed, another medic gave you a bucket and changed the bandages on your head. He stabilized your neck and then had to do a few examinations on you. It was clear off the bat that you were seriously concussed.

You ended up falling asleep on the bed, tears had made your cheeks wet, and you were so tired your heart hurt.

You woke up an hour later, disoriented, in pain, and wanting your girlfriend by your side. And surely enough, that’s where she was. You noticed her as you turned your head gently, her eyes were closed and she was leaning back on the chair. Well, she was the one you noticed first, it was only a few seconds later that you saw everybody else. Magda, P, Keish and Jessie were squeezed onto the sofa, all of them asleep. Some girls were on the floor, others on stools, and all of them were there with you.

An hour earlier.

The Chelsea girls were extatic about their win, but the fear and worry they felt for you overtook the joy. The second the whistle blew, Erin jogged into the tunnel, followed by Emma Hayes and a few of the girls who were on the bench.

She headed to the medical examiners room and knocked gently on the door. Mark opened it to see Emma, Emily and Erin. "She’s asleep." he said, walking out of the room and closing the door. "And her head?" Emma said, worried. "She’s seriously concussed. Out for about a month I’d say."

Emma groaned loudly, the sound of her frustration filling the room along with the sound of the Chelsea girls coming into the tunnel. "Ill tell the girls, Erin. Go sit with her." Emma told the scottish midfielder.

Erin nodded and thanked Emma, opening the door to the room and seeing your figure on the bed in the corner. She pulled up a chair and sat next to you, noticing the wetness of your cheeks. She gently wiped the cold tears away with her palm, kissing your forehead and then sitting down.

Only ten minutes later, Erin heard the door open and quietly, the team poured in. "You guys don’t need to be here, it’s okay." Erin whispered. "She’s our teammate, and we would still be out there playing if it wasn’t for her." Magda said, earning quiet agreements from the team. "And you’re our teammate, and we’re not going anywhere until she wakes up." Sam added.

The girls settled into the room, all looking at you, who looked oddly peaceful.

Current time.

"Erin," you whispered, sitting up and shaking her gently.

She jumped up quickly, suddenly on her feet as you gave her wide eyes. "It’s okay. It’s all good, I’m good. Sit down." you said, smiling at her lightly.

She didn’t though, not yet. Instead she brought you in for a tight hug and didn’t let go. "Your head… the way it bent. It’s not- it was terrifying." she said to you, burying her head in your hair. "Shh, I’m okay baby," you said to her, rubbing circles on her back.

People were starting to wake up and stand up, but you kept your attention on Erin. She pulled away and cupped your jaw, kissing you a few times before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Never do that again," Ann- Kat said to you. "It’s my job to do crazy dives." she added, making you laugh. "And we would have won in a PK shootout. This is is us…" Sam said.

"This is Chelsea." The whole room said softly.

[ninja-grace]

Hamilton won’t abandon ship,

Yo, let’s steal their cannons—

MULLIGAN

Shh-boom!

COMPANY

Boom!

WASHINGTON

Goes the cannon, watch the blood and the shit spray and…

COMPANY

Boom!

WASHINGTON

Goes the cannon, we’re abandonin’ Kips Bay and…

COMPANY

Boom!

WASHINGTON

There’s another ship and…

COMPANY

Boom!

WASHINGTON

We just lost the southern tip and…

COMPANY

Boom!

WASHINGTON

We gotta run to Harlem quick, we can’t afford another slip.

Guns and horses giddyup,

I decide to divvy up

my forces, they’re skittish as the British cut the city up.

This close to giving up, facing mad scrutiny,

I scream in the face of this mass mutiny:

are these the men with which I am to defend America?

We ride at midnight, Manhattan in the distance.

I cannot be everywhere at once, people.

I’m in dire need of assistance…

BURR

Your excellency, sir!

29

WASHINGTON

Who are you?

BURR

Aaron Burr, Sir?

Permission to state my case?

WASHINGTON

As you were.

BURR

Sir,

I was a captain under General Montgomery

until he caught a bullet in the neck in Quebec,

and well, in summary

I think that I could be of some assistance.

I admire how you keep firing on the British

from a distance.

WASHINGTON

Huh.

BURR

I have some questions, a couple of suggestions

on how to fight instead of fleeing west.

WASHINGTON

Yes?

BURR

Well—

HAMILTON

Your excellency, you wanted to see me?

WASHINGTON

Hamilton, come in, have you met Burr?

HAMILTON

Yes, sir.

HAMILTON AND BURR

We keep meeting.

30

BURR

As I was saying, sir, I look forward to seeing

your strategy play out.

WASHINGTON

Burr?

BURR

Sir?

WASHINGTON

Close the door on your way out.

HAMILTON

Have I done something wrong, sir?

WASHINGTON

On the contrary.

I called you here because our odds are beyond scary.

Your reputation precedes you, but I have to laugh.

HAMILTON

Sir?

WASHINGTON

Hamilton, how come no one can get you on their staff?

HAMILTON

Sir!

WASHINGTON

Don’t get me wrong, you’re a young man, of great renown.

I know you stole British cannons when we were still downtown.

Nathaniel Green and Henry Knox wanted to hire you…

HAMILTON

To be their Secretary? I don’t think so.

WASHINGTON

Why’re you upset?

HAMILTON

I’m not—

31

WASHINGTON

It’s alright, you want to fight, you’ve got a hunger.

I was just like you when I was younger.

Head full of fantasies of dyin’ like a martyr?

HAMILTON

Yes.

WASHINGTON

Dying is easy, young man. Living is harder.

HAMILTON

Why are you telling me this?

WASHINGTON

I’m being honest.

I’m working with a third of what our Congress

has promised.

We are a powder keg about to explode,

I need someone like you to lighten the load. So?

COMPANY (EXCEPT HAMILTON)

I am not throwin’ away my shot!

I am not throwin’ away my shot!

Ayo, I’m just like my country, I’m young,

scrappy and hungry!

HAMILTON

I am not throwing away my shot!

WASHINGTON

Son,

WASHINGON AND COMPANY

We are outgunned, outmanned!

HAMILTON

You need all the help you can get.

I have some friends. Laurens, Mulligan,

Marquis de Lafayette, okay, what else?

WASHINGTON AND COMPANY

Outnumbered, outplanned!

32

HAMILTON

We’ll need some spies on the inside,

Some King’s men who might let some things slide.

HAMILTON

I’ll write to Congress and tell ‘em

we need supplies, you rally the

guys, master the element of

surprise.

I’ll rise above my station, organize

your information, ‘til we rise to the

occasion of our new nation. Sir!

ENSEMBLE

Here comes the General!

HAMILTON

Rise up!

HAMILTON

Rise up!

ENSEMBLE

Here comes the General!

HAMILTON

Rise up!

COMPANY

Boom!

Chicka-boom!

ENSEMBLE

Here comes the General!

SCHUYLER SISTERS

Rise up!

SCHUYLER SISTERS AND

WOMEN

Rise up!

ELIZA/ANGELICA/PEGGY

Whoa, whoa, whoa…

Whoa, whoa, whoa…

ELIZA/ANGELICA/PEGGY

AND WOMEN

Whoa, whoa, whoa…

LAURENS/LAFAYETTE/

MULLIGAN

What?

LAURENS/LAFAYETTE/

MULLIGAN

What?

LAURENS/LAFAYETTE/

MULLIGAN

What?

FULL COMPANY

Here comes the General!

HAMILTON

What?

WASHINGTON

And his right hand man!

FULL COMPANY

Boom!

why so many booms. why the violence.

[popchoc]

Lauren & Leyla, #91 please 😊

Lauren Bloom & Leyla Shinwari, New Amsterdam

91: "Don't go on that date." "Why?" "You know why." "Say it."

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"Can you reach it?" Holding her breath, Leyla watches closely as Lauren climbs a chair to get her old hiking boots from the top shelf.

Lauren stretches her body as far as she can. "Almost," she pants, "I just, I might need to..." Standing on her toes she can feel one of the laces against the tip of her finger, though just for a second. She moves forward, just an inch... yet an inch too much. 

She goes down with a scream, but Leyla saves her from hurting herself. The moment she catches her, Lauren feels the familiar electricity she's only ever felt with Leyla. After all this weeks, months even, it's still there.

"You okay?" Leyla's voice is warm with concern.

"Y- Yeah, I'm fine," Lauren answers, highly aware that Leyla is still holding her. Clearing her throat, she takes a step back. "Forget about it, I just buy some new ones. Sorry I bothered you."

Leyla smiles at her. "Don't be weird. This is still your apartment."

"Yeah," Lauren mumbles once again, though more to herself this time. She looks around her. Everything is the same, Leyla didn't change anything since she left. "So uh, where's... what's her name again?"

"Don't know," Leyla shrugs, "At home, I guess."

As Lauren narrows her eyes, a frown creases her forehead. "She doesn't live here?!"

Her question as well as her genuine confusion draws a laugh from Leyla, amused or maybe even endeared by Lauren's premature conclusion. 

"Of course not," she chuckles, closing the distance between them with a small step forward. When she lightly rests her hand on Lauren's upper arm, just long enough to make her look at her, she goes on without laughter, "I would never let anyone live here. It's not my place. Besides, Bix and I just met. We've been on three dates. Number four starting in..." She checks her watch. "...two hours."

Lauren barely hears her. She can still feel Leyla's touch, even though she let go of her already - something she only knows for sure by actually checking. And when she looks up to meet her eyes again she instantly finds herself drowning in the calm of them, like so often before. 

"Don't go," she hears herself say. "Don't go on that date." 

Leyla tilts her head, her easy smile suddenly no longer there. "Why?" 

"You know why." 

Shaking her head, Leyla crosses her arms. "Say it."

Lauren opens her mouth, but no words come out. And when she catches the tremble in her bottom lip, she quickly closes it again.

"Lauren, you walked away from this. From me!" Leyla reminds her - as if she really needs to.

"Because I'm an idiot!" Lauren blurts out, embarrassed but glad that she at least found her voice back. "Don't you know that by know? Don't you know that I'm the biggest screw-up out there? I am! I— I'm a clueless mess."

"No," Leyla cuts off her rant, slowly shaking her head again, "When you ended this, you broke my heart. But you weren't clueless. You were wise, and you were right."

"Then why does it feel wrong?"

Leyla takes in a deep breath, before taking Lauren's hand into her own. "Because this, this feeling right here, it's not just in your head. And it's not just in mine." She swallows. "It's real. And maybe one day it will be enough, enough to forget everything else."

Fighting the urge to avert her eyes, Lauren blinks a tear away, then squares her shoulders trying to collect herself. 

"And in the meantime we go on dates... with people called Bix?!"

"In the meantime we live. We stay happy, and healthy. And then, when we meet again, we don't have to save each other." Leyla forces herself to smile. "We can just be."

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150 random writing prompts (closed)

[cecescomposition]

@febuwhump Day 14: Captivity

Reworked plot I found at the bottom of my notes. Totally didn’t get lazy today

Scripture says in the beginning there was darkness, and then there was light. Hamilton appreciates the terror of the beginning, trapped in suffocating darkness, eternally. He’d do anything for more light right now. The storm rumbled on above, seeing only by the dim light from the lantern he trudged along. Alexander had been lost in the woods for hours now, having had his horse shot out from under him during a redcoat ambush. He had been accompanied by his best friend, but had ultimately been separated from Laurens in the fighting. His horse had run in a different direction.

Now, Hamilton limped on slowly, he had previously sustained some injury to his leg that, being no doctor, he could never tend to himself and was most likely making much worse by walking on. He knew he should have stayed with John.

A wolf howled in the distance. Only then did Alexander notice the pattering of a thousand paws on the ground... all around him. He couldn’t pin point the direction the noise was coming from, but the realization hit him like the hurricane on Nevis; he was lost and about to be attacked by a pack of wolves.

Alexander walked slowly, heart pounding in his chest. Don’t attract the wolves anymore, his mind supplied. Light steps. However, the wolves seemed to see right through Alexander's strategy. The beasts pounced onto him the second they had a chance. Alexander- fighting for his life-dropped the lantern onto the muddy grass. The glass shattered and the water instantly put the flame out.

Hamilton couldn’t scream. He kicked and clawed at the animal’s above him, panicked. He grew fatigued quickly, only realizing once his muscles gave way to gravity that these wolves were not causing him bodily harm. They seemed like naught but shadows.

Oh.

Alexander looked around. These wolves were not real - Apparition Magic - there was a dark mage somewhere near by. Apparition Magic was known as a tool to paralyze one’s opponent, Alex knew. Someone was going to mess with him. Was already messing with him.

Suddenly the wolves shot back and a man clad in red emerged from seemingly thin air. Alexander attempted to sit up. He couldn’t. Hamilton felt as if his whole body was glued to the ground under him. He turned his head. The figure stood near him, a few feet away. He was surrounded by the wolves, petting them.

“Do as I say, and you may live. I can help you, and keep these lovely things away from you,” he gestured to the wolves. “But you have to help me with a little endeavour.” And with that, the figure, made its was over to Alexander. In the light of the candle it was holding, Hamilton could see..

The man’s face. The man’s let Hamilton see his face. The realization hit him like a train.

This man doesn’t plan on letting him go.

He’s an older man, maybe about Washington’s age. Handsome, mysterious, and dangerous. The thing Alexander’s eyes were drawn to most, were the soldier’s eyes, dark, threatening, and ready to pounce.

Hamilton felt the pressure on his limbs lift and scrambled to his feet. “Who are you? What do you want?”

The nausea hit him then. All he felt was confusion, head swimming, asking himself what’s going on and why doesn’t anything make sense. He stumbled, collapsing at the redcoat’s feet.

The redcoat speaks, his voice cold. “Listen, boy. Listen to what I say. Listen to me, and you won’t be punished. I need a little favor from your Daddy.”

[w0nderw0man-cinema]

Books

What I read in 2023

Tis The Season For Revenge by Morgan Elizabeth

Always Mine by Laura Pavlov

Her Way by Nicci Harris

His Pretty Little Burden by Nicci Harris

His Pretty Little Queen by Nicci Harris

The Piece That Fits by N.J. Gray

Heartless by Elsie Silver

Mile High by Liz Tomforde

Fresh Meet by Jasmin Miller

A Better Man by Carrie Elks

Suffer in Silence by Kelsey Clayton

Screams in Symphony by Kelsey Clayton

Our Thing by Nicci Harris

Cosa Nostra by Nicci Harris

Flawless by Elsie Silver

Consider Me by Becka Mack

The Right Move by Liz Tomforde

Play With Me by Becka Mack

A not so meet cute by Meghan Quinn

So not meant to be by Meghan Quinn

A long time coming by Meghan Quinn

A Photo Finish by Elsie Silver

Dirty Devil by Melissa Ivers

Keeping Denver by Sandy Alvarez and Crystal Daniels

Thorne Princess by L.J. Shen

Black Ties & White Lies by Kat Singleton

Rule Number Five by J. Wilder

Taste by Melanie Harlow

Tease by Melanie Harlow

Tempt by Melanie Harlow

Kiss and don’t tell by Meghan Quinn

Those Three Little Words by Meghan Quinn

Right Man, Right Tine by Meghan Quinn

Distance by Luna Mason

Glove Save by Teagan Hunter

Heat Haven by Sarah Blue

One Pucked Up Pack by Sarah Blue

That One Night by Emily Rath

Sleet Kitten by S.J. Tilly

Forbidden: Part One by Emilia Emerson

Pucking around by Emily Rath

Sinners anonymous by Somme Sketcher

Sinners consumed by Somme Sketcher

Sinners condemned by Somme Sketcher

Ever Mine by Laura Pavlov

Make You Mine by Laura Pavlov

Things We Never Got Over by Lucy Score

Unperfect by Susie Tate

Finn by BJ Alpha

Oscar by BJ Alpha

Things We Hide From The Light by Lucy Score

Coach by Devney Perry

Their Broken Legend by Nicci Harris

Gravity by Tal Bauer

Pucking Ever After Vol. 1 by Emily Rath

Thrust & Throttle by Emma Slate

Sugar and Skulls by LM Terry

The Ritual by Shantel Tessier

The Sinner by Shantel Tessier

The Sacrifice by Shantel Tessier

Washed in Blood by Ashley Lane

The Deal by Elle Kennedy

The Mistake by Elle Kennedy

The Score by Elle Kennedy

The Goal by Elle Kennedy

The Legacy by Elle Kennedy

Venom & Vengance by Emma Slate

Watercolor Skulls by LM Terry

The Rescue by Julie Weaver

Roses and Skulls by LM Terry

Runaway Love by Melanie Harlow

Simply Mine by Laura Pavlov

What I heard in 2023

Icebraker by Hannah Grace

Blindsided by Amy Daws

The Hardest Fall by Ella Maise

The Wall of Winnipeg and Me by Mariana Zapata

Don't Kiss the Bride by Carian Cole

Power Play by Maria Luis

Sin Bin by Maria Luis

Twisted Love by Ana Huang

Twisted Games by Ana Huang

Twisted Hate by Ana Huang

Twisted Lies by Ana Huang

The Simple Wild by K.A. Tucker

Wild At Heart by K.A. Tucker

Forever Wild by K.A. Tucker

Throttled by Lauren Asher

Focused by Karla Sorensen

Running Wild by K.A. Tucker

The Fine Print by Lauren Asher

Faked by Karla Sorensen

Forbidden by Karla Sorensen

Floored by Karla Sorensen

The Marriage Effect by Karla Sorensen

The Bombshell Effect by Karla Sorensen

The Ex Effect by Karla Sorensen

Home Game by Odette Stone

Puck Me Secretly by Odette Stone

It Happened One Summer by Tessa Bailey

All Rhodes Lead Here by Mariana Zapata

Under Locke by Mariana Zapata

Repeat by Kylie Scott

tattered by Devney Perry

timid by Devney Perry

Hook, Line, and Sinker by Tessa Bailey

tragic by Devney Perry

tinsel by Devney Perry

Until it fades by K.A. Tucker

Kulti by Mariana Zapata

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[cet9955]

part 4? i think? i kinda lost count

Hamilton won’t abandon ship, Yo, let’s steal their cannons— MULLIGAN Shh-boom! COMPANY Boom! WASHINGTON Goes the cannon, watch the blood and the shit spray and… COMPANY Boom! WASHINGTON Goes the cannon, we’re abandonin’ Kips Bay and… COMPANY Boom! WASHINGTON There’s another ship and… COMPANY Boom! WASHINGTON We just lost the southern tip and… COMPANY Boom! WASHINGTON We gotta run to Harlem quick, we can’t afford another slip. Guns and horses giddyup, I decide to divvy up my forces, they’re skittish as the British cut the city up. This close to giving up, facing mad scrutiny, I scream in the face of this mass mutiny: are these the men with which I am to defend America? We ride at midnight, Manhattan in the distance. I cannot be everywhere at once, people. I’m in dire need of assistance… BURR Your excellency, sir! 29 WASHINGTON Who are you? BURR Aaron Burr, Sir? Permission to state my case? WASHINGTON As you were. BURR Sir, I was a captain under General Montgomery until he caught a bullet in the neck in Quebec, and well, in summary I think that I could be of some assistance. I admire how you keep firing on the British from a distance. WASHINGTON Huh. BURR I have some questions, a couple of suggestions on how to fight instead of fleeing west. WASHINGTON Yes? BURR Well— HAMILTON Your excellency, you wanted to see me? WASHINGTON Hamilton, come in, have you met Burr? HAMILTON Yes, sir. HAMILTON AND BURR We keep meeting. 30 BURR As I was saying, sir, I look forward to seeing your strategy play out. WASHINGTON Burr? BURR Sir? WASHINGTON Close the door on your way out. HAMILTON Have I done something wrong, sir? WASHINGTON On the contrary. I called you here because our odds are beyond scary. Your reputation precedes you, but I have to laugh. HAMILTON Sir? WASHINGTON Hamilton, how come no one can get you on their staff? HAMILTON Sir! WASHINGTON Don’t get me wrong, you’re a young man, of great renown. I know you stole British cannons when we were still downtown. Nathaniel Green and Henry Knox wanted to hire you… HAMILTON To be their Secretary? I don’t think so. WASHINGTON Why’re you upset? HAMILTON I’m not— 31 WASHINGTON It’s alright, you want to fight, you’ve got a hunger. I was just like you when I was younger. Head full of fantasies of dyin’ like a martyr? HAMILTON Yes. WASHINGTON Dying is easy, young man. Living is harder. HAMILTON Why are you telling me this? WASHINGTON I’m being honest. I’m working with a third of what our Congress has promised. We are a powder keg about to explode, I need someone like you to lighten the load. So? COMPANY (EXCEPT HAMILTON) I am not throwin’ away my shot! I am not throwin’ away my shot! Ayo, I’m just like my country, I’m young, scrappy and hungry! HAMILTON I am not throwing away my shot! WASHINGTON Son, WASHINGON AND COMPANY We are outgunned, outmanned! HAMILTON You need all the help you can get. I have some friends. Laurens, Mulligan, Marquis de Lafayette, okay, what else? WASHINGTON AND COMPANY Outnumbered, outplanned! 32 HAMILTON We’ll need some spies on the inside, Some King’s men who might let some things slide. HAMILTON I’ll write to Congress and tell ‘em we need supplies, you rally the guys, master the element of surprise. I’ll rise above my station, organize your information, ‘til we rise to the occasion of our new nation. Sir! ENSEMBLE Here comes the General! HAMILTON Rise up! HAMILTON Rise up! ENSEMBLE Here comes the General! HAMILTON Rise up! COMPANY Boom! Chicka-boom! ENSEMBLE Here comes the General! SCHUYLER SISTERS Rise up! SCHUYLER SISTERS AND WOMEN Rise up! ELIZA/ANGELICA/PEGGY Whoa, whoa, whoa… Whoa, whoa, whoa… ELIZA/ANGELICA/PEGGY AND WOMEN Whoa, whoa, whoa… LAURENS/LAFAYETTE/ MULLIGAN What? LAURENS/LAFAYETTE/ MULLIGAN What? LAURENS/LAFAYETTE/ MULLIGAN What? FULL COMPANY Here comes the General! HAMILTON What? WASHINGTON And his right hand man! FULL COMPANY Boom!

my work here is done. enjoy!!!

Ronda of applause for you :)

Good job I thoroughly enjoyed this :3

[intwoweekstime]

What if you had two weeks to escape your own home?

By Lauren Ohnona

(Image credit to Flickr)

When the lock clicks, I push my back against the rim of the sink and slide the butcher’s knife inside the sleeve of my blouse. Nicole rests in her bassinet half a room away, but the distance feels like an entire ocean. 

He’s home half an hour early. 

The door slams. Boots stomping against the stairwell informs me I am too late to grab Nicole and run to safety behind a locked bathroom door. The room explodes with pungent malt. 

“Sasshhaaa,” he slurs. I wince. “Sasha, please, darling.” His doting words are harshly juxtaposed against a forceful yank of my arm. 

I shake my head. In response, he forces his elbow into the side of my ribcage. When I yelp, his eyes glow obsidian. I am ruining the mood. Another blow, this time to my left temple and the knife instinctually unsheaths from beneath the satin drapery of my sleeve. For a moment, he hesitates with a sinister smirk so slight that shivers crawl up my spine. He lunges, and I jump backwards into the hanging pots and pans. Together we fall into a cacophony of metal chaos. His entire weight is pressed against my chest. 

This is it, I think. I use my final threads of strength to force my chin leftwards toward the basinet. She lies peacefully shrouded in a cotton blanket etched with embroidered red crabs. The peachy fuzz atop her head glows in alternating blue and red flashes. 

Blue and red flashes?

A bang. Three sharp knocks. 

“Police, open up!” 

I didn’t even realize I was bleeding until the paramedics propped me up on the couch and pulled a needle and thread from their first-aid kit after they’d taken him away. They shone flashlights in my eyes and lifted my shirt. I swatted their hands away and cried out for my baby. I breathed for the first time in an hour once they placed her in my arms. 

But they couldn’t charge him. Not with anything more than a civil misdemeanour, and he’d be back in just two weeks. We couldn’t stay in town. He would kill me, I was sure of it. 

I had no money except for the scrapings of nickels in the cookie tin, so with Nicole swaddled against my chest, I pled my sob story to the old man at the pawnshop and traded my wedding ring for freedom in the form of a train ticket West. I spent the next twelve days raking leaves and weeding gardens. I felt as if I were a young teen, desperate for a dime to see the newest film in the theatre. When a bottle-blonde elderly woman told me I “missed a spot,” I split in half and cussed her out. 

“Find God,” she screeched. I didn’t have the heart to tell her God, and I broke up thirteen days ago in the kitchen. 

On the train I picked a window seat and propped Nicole up in my lap so both of us could watch the cornfields whiz by. I imagined the patrol car pulling up Maple Street. I pictured his steel-toed boots clomping up the concrete, across the porch, and into the foyer. 

From ear-to-ear I grinned, as he screamed my name to an empty house.

[seasurfacefullofclouds1]

i feel like all i can do with the situation regarding louis and his worthless team and lack of progress is just… wait it out and hope for the best 😭

which is what i did when he was still with syco. like i just hoped and prayed that he’d see the light and leave one day lmao. i was burnt out by the time the day actually came and had distanced myself from fandom almost entirely because it was so emotionally taxing (like when a friend won’t leave a toxic relationship that’s only hurting them. you love them dearly but there’s only so many times you can give them advice that they ignore) - but i still screamed out loud and was so happy for him the day he tweeted.

it also makes me wonder what his career would look like now and what would be different if he had decided to be an independent artist after he left syco. i know he said in a zach sang interview that he considered it but didn’t want to waste any opportunity and regret it when he was older. i didn’t realize lauren jauregui became an independent artist post fifth harmony but she seems much happier and seems to have more freedom at least with what she chooses to share publicly, like her sexuality and political views.

Thank you for the ask.

I guess my opinion is that ultimately, it is Louis’ life and career, and no one can go back and relive their life. We make the best decisions as we can based on what we know.

I still believe that there are circumstances we don’t know about. We will not find out, for many, many years, why Simon Jones is still Louis’ PR guy. Or why Louis decided to sign on with Syco. Or the circumstances of having to do X Factor and delay his album. Everything might be different if Louis had released an album and toured in 2017-18… but it’s just frustrating speculation now.

And I do believe that fans who grew up during that time have a more nuanced, educated relationship with Louis and his career. I empathize with the need to put distance between yourself and the rest of the madness (which sometimes means turning away from LTHQ).

[idhiylla]

Copenhagen,

DENMARK

Copenhagen, the vibrant capital city of Denmark, is a true gem of the Nordic region. This beautiful city is known for its stunning architecture, rich history, and vibrant culture. From the moment you arrive, you'll be captivated by the charming streets lined with colorful buildings and picturesque canals. Copenhagen is a haven for art and design enthusiasts. The city is filled with museums and galleries showcasing both contemporary and classic works of art. Copenhagen is not just about its beautiful sights. It's a city that embraces the concept of hygge, a Danish word that encompasses coziness, warmth, and contentment. Whether you're sipping a cup of coffee at a cozy café or exploring the vibrant food scene at the street food markets, you'll feel a sense of comfort and relaxation.

December 19 2022, I'm exploring the beautiful city, embracing the winter vibes and showing off my best winter fashion. I mean, you gotta stay warm and stylish, right? In one of my Instagram posts on, I shared some stunning photos of me in a double-breasted coat from THE ROW, off-white track pants from PANGAIA, and high-top leather sneakers from Autry. And let's not forget the gray carpenter beanie from LAUREN MANOOGIAN that completed the whole look. I was feeling myself, and I hope I gave you all some winter fashion inspiration! But here's where things took an unexpected turn. As I was exploring the city, I came across some pigeons. Now, I've seen pigeons before, but these ones were different. They were so friendly and not afraid of humans at all. I couldn't resist posing with them and making a cute face for the camera. I even squatted down to get a closer look at these adorable birds.

But then, something happened that caught me completely off guard. One of the staff members who was with me said, "Wow, they really aren't running away." And in that moment, I couldn't help but wonder if these pigeons had found something delicious to eat. So, with a mix of curiosity and excitement, I asked, "Is it delicious? What are you eating...?" And let me tell you, what happened next was absolutely unexpected and hilarious. I let out a scream! Yes, you heard that right. I screamed, and I'm not ashamed to admit it. These feathered creatures are a common sight in Copenhagen, just like in many other cities around the world. While some people may see them as a nuisance, I find them quite fascinating. Pigeons have a unique ability to navigate and find their way back home, even from long distances. It's incredible how they can adapt to urban environments and coexist with humans. If you visit Copenhagen, you'll often find pigeons in the city squares and parks. They add a touch of liveliness to the surroundings and can be quite entertaining to watch. So, if you're planning a trip to Europe, make sure to include Copenhagen on your itinerary. It's a city that offers a perfect blend of history, culture, and natural beauty. And don't forget to appreciate the pigeons that call this city their home. They may seem ordinary, but they are a part of the vibrant tapestry that makes Copenhagen so special.

[svmnobody-blog]

2024.02.01

I struggle mentally with many things, but one thing I’d like to dissect and navigate [hopefully in therapy] through is my toxic attachment to ‘Jack’. *name changing for privacy* Jack, who was a ray of light on a cloudy day when I first met him. Everything felt so easy with him, so light and fun, and he seemed to like my company a lot, which was refreshing after the months-long game of push and pull with ‘Anthony’. One week, pulling me in deeply and completely, me foolishly feeling like the ‘love’ we found beneath skies full of stars could survive come daybreak, leaving me feeling sweet and secure, then the next, pushing me out to sea and leaving me with no way back to land, filling my veins with ice again. Anthony was unstable, which began unraveling and I was powerless to stop it, but it didn’t make him cruel. It made him push me away and hold distance from me that I didn’t feel was deserved when all I did was show him I’m safe, I’m not going anywhere, I want to help if you’ll let me. But it didn’t make him unkind towards me. His own personal demons and battles were not taken out on me. Jack, however, showed me time and time again what an unsafe person he was for me. How little respect he had for me when he wasn’t getting his way with me, or getting anything he wanted out of me. How little he cared for me. How loveless our bond was. How weak it was, empty. I resented him for it. I still do. I still feel the weight of my trauma from that relationship at times when I look at him, or am speaking to him and something he does, or says, triggers it all over again. I shouldn’t care because it doesn’t concern me but one of my major triggers with how much Jack mistreated me is seeing him perform for other people. By perform, I mean going out of his way to play his ‘good guy’ character; trying to make everybody think he’s a genuinely good person, in minor ways that may seem major only to me. Going above and beyond in ways that most normal people would probably not consider going above and beyond, but things that, by his circumstance, are a ‘big deal’. Always offering to drive to destinations and pick people up, or offering to help lift heavy objects for others I.e. ‘females’. When I was in a relationship with this man, he screamed at me at the top of his lungs when I asked him to pick up my Starbucks coffee for me 2.4 miles, 5 min down the street. It was already paid for but he felt I was being inconsiderate because ‘he had no money for gas’. He always made snide remarks suggesting that he bore most of the weight of this relationship in ways such as ‘using his car more’. He would never give me a ride anywhere without expecting money, or a smoke up when he smoked, or food of some sort. Even when I was his partner. And he also revealed his misogynistic side as well; not long after calling me weak and helpless as all girls are, I found out his female cousin had asked him to come home to take out her A.C. He obliged and I mentioned how … well he responded to it. Didn’t think anything of it. Furthermore, I saw messages where he was trying very hard to convince ‘Lauren’ that he would help disassemble and then build her bed frame. She, however, said her mom would be helping. Lauren, who he moved onto immediately after we broke up and then proceeded to lie about for months. Did this guy help me take out my A.C. or help me with my bed when I moved and we were still fucking together? No. Did he complain when moving something heavy for me and make sure to mention that ‘all girls are helpless’? You bet. This is too much energy I’ve invested as is right now and I don’t think I am making much sense anymore. Until tomorrow. xx

[rosefeirie]

☼☾ ( alex fitzalan. he/him. cis-man. ) The courts of veritas welcome ELIJAH FINCH! it’s been said that the 21 year old WIXEN is known to be ASTUTE and PERCEPTIVE but he’s also INTROVERTED and CYNICAL. When FINCH isn’t working as a MECHANIC, he can be found READING IN THE EVERMORE LIBRARY. If you visit his home in RAVENWYCK, it may remind you of FRESH MOSS, THE SCENT OF THE DAMP FOREST FLOOR, ORNATE TAROT CARDS STACKED ON A SMALL BROKEN NIGHTSTAND, STRIPPED COTTON SHEETS AND DIRTY CONVERSE BY THE DOOR. He may be your best friend or your greatest enemy. ☾☼

TW: PHYSICAL ABUSE + MENTIONS OF BLOOD

BASICS:

FULL NAME: ELIJAH FINCH

NICKNAME(S): ELI, FINCH, THE MAGICIAN

ETHNICITY: WHITE

NATIONALITY: AMERICAN

BIRTHDAY: JULY 8TH

AGE: 21

SPECIES: WIXEN

BELONGS TO: RAVENWYCK 📍

EDUCATION: GRADUATED FROM PUBLIC SCHOOL AT THE TOP OF HIS CLASS, EVEN GOT INTO HARVARD UNIVERSITY BEFORE DROPPING OUT.

OCCUPATION: MECHANIC

WRITTEN AESTHETICS: MOTOR OIL UNDER YOUR NAILS, SKIN STRETCHED OVER THIN BONES, QUICK TO BLEED, SLOW TO HEAL, ANGER; QUIET AND FEVERENT.

FAMILY TREE:

MOTHER: LAUREN FINCH [ HUMAN ]

FATHER: ROBERT FINCH [ HUMAN ]

APPEARANCE:

Finch is 5'10, right handed, has hair and matching eyes the color of dirt. He's fair skinned, on the thinner size, and has an overall delicate look about him. He's pretty, stupid pretty, but where he's from, that's not a good thing. His features mirror his mother more than his father's, a fact he is often grateful for.

He has several scars all over his chest and back from years of abuse at the hands of his father. He also lost hearing in his left ear due to the last time his father and him got into it. The loss of his hearing is the exact reason he ran away from home.

SUPERNATRUAL ABILITIES:

Finch wasn't always aware of his magical abilities. Often when unexplainable things occurred, he'd chalk it up to a coincidence or on one of the many concussions he suffered. He explained things away because he couldn't afford to be anything more or anything less than Elijah Finch. Not if he wanted a full-ride to Harvard, not if he wanted out of his town and away from his father's abusive hands.

But sometimes things don't work out the way you think they should. The last night he'd spent at home something strange happened. His father found out about Finch working at the local mechanic shop and began ripping into him for withholding funds from him. Robert Finch was an ugly man, a cruel creature who knew only anger and violence. Finch knew this, he understood it as his father threw the first punch. He knew it as he fell to his knees, he knew it as foot met chest and ribs and arms covering precious real estate. So Finch begged, not to his father, but to the universe, to free him, to make him strong, to make him something other than Elijah Finch and in return he'd give the powers that be anything they wanted of him.

Maybe it was his blood, maybe it was his resolve to survive, maybe it was the universe apologizing for all those years they ignored his pleas but they finally answered his call.

He thought: get him off me. The large oak tree near his childhood home erupted with sound as its branches swung down to throw Robert Finch off of him. The last thing he remembered was his mother's scream, the pale lights of red and blue coming down from a far distance before he blacked out completely.

He was a man of science first, always had been, but he could not deny the world any longer. He wasn't just Elijah Finch anymore. He was something else. He finished high school, went to school for biology and went to work on discovering who he'd become that night. When he realized the answers couldn't be found in the halls of Harvard he went looking elsewhere, until he heard whispers of some self-contained island that had a population of people just like him.

While in Veritas, Finch learned he had the ability to communicate and control the nature around him. He has limits, like he can't force it to rain when the sun is shining but he can speak to the trees. He can hear the secrets that travel in the sigh of the wind, the whisper in the rivers and natural running waters. he still however, has no idea who gifted him these powers to begin with.

Finch has a fondness for Tarot cards. He might not know who or what he sold himself to but at the very least he can communicate with them through his cards. He has a particularly ornate set of cards, flecked with gold and pinks and lovely shades of green and blue.

Eli is generally a wary person. When confronted with the supernatural he has a normal level of fear for all of them. He has a particular distaste for those who use their compulsion without remorse or empathy.

Finch is not and has never been a fighter. Ever.

PERSONALITY:

Finch is realistic, intelligent, observant, and on occasion thoughtful but he's also quite cynical, lacks trust in others, and has an overall melancholic aura about him. He's a lonely person, even when surrounded by people, he feels otherly. The difference is self-imposed but he doesn't make any moves to change that.

FAMILY:

Finch hasn't spoken to his mother since he pressed charges against his father. Unfortunately due to his father having unexplainable injuries Finch was forced to drop them. He moved into a shitty apartment in town while he finished out high school. He's quite poor and incredibly embarrassed about it but he made do. He got out and under his own terms. He doesn't have any other family that he knows of.

The Q's + A's:

Finch was born in Culpeper, Virginia. He was raised in a double wide trailer in an un-incorporated community on the outskirts of Culpeper. He moved to Veritas to learn more about his abilities at the age of eighteen. There's nothing outside of this island that he misses but he does often wonder if his mother thinks of him from time to time.

Finch likes to see the different species intermingling. It gives him hope that in the future maybe he too could be a part of their community.

Every human he's ever come across has only ever caused him pain or turned a blind eye to his agony. He does not like nor trust them.

He's had crushes on girls in grade school and all the way through to college but he's never imagined kissing them or doing anything else with them. He wonders why. He wonders if that will change.

CONNECTIONS:

Finch keeps to himself most of the time. He's socially awkward with people his age especially. He makes good friends with those older than him, especially other Wixens.

KIAN RAINIER [ BEST FRIEND ]

EASTON ALLEN [ FRIEND ]

TBA

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[abandonedluncheonette7852]

SEEN, READ 2022

SEEN, READ 2022

ALL caps, bold: MOVIE

ALL caps, bold, asterisk: SHORT*

ALL caps: TV

Italics: Book

Quotation Marks: “Play/Musical”  

Italics, quotation marks: “Short Story”

01/02 THE SUPER BOB EINSTEIN MOVIE

01/03 THE POWER OF THE DOG

01/04 NIGHTMARE ALLEY (1947), LANDSCAPERS (2)

01/05 LANDSCAPERS (2), MAN IN THE ARENA

01/06 Subway: The Curiosities, Secrets, and Unofficial History of the New York City Transit System, John E. Morris, LOUIS C.K.: SINCERELY, ALL ABOUT EVE

01/07 THIS IS US, ANINGAAQ*

01/08 GRAVITY

01/10 THE RIGHTEOUS GEMSTONES (2)

01/11 MACGRUBER (3)

01/12 MACGRUBER (5)

01/13 MACGRUBER, THE TENDER BAR

01/14 THE MATRIX RESURRECTIONS, CRIME SCENE: THE TIMES SQUARE KILLER

01/15 CRIME SCENE: THE TIMES SQUARE KILLER (2)

01/17 A Carnival of Snackery: Diaries (2003-2020), David Sedaris, THE TRAGEDY OF MACBETH

01/18 LICORICE PIZZA

01/19 THE RIGHTEOUS GEMSTONES

01/20 THIS IS US (2)

01/21 SCREAM (2022)

01/22 THE NORTH WATER

01/23 MAN IN THE ARENA

01/24 THE NORTH WATER (2)

01/25 THE NORTH WATER (2)

01/26 THE RIGHTEOUS GEMSTONES, THIS IS US

01/27 Born to Run, Bruce Springsteen, COPSHOP

01/29 THE PUPPET MASTER: HUNTING THE ULTIMATE CONMAN (3), BEANIE MANIA, ‘TWAS THE FIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, AZIZ ANSARI: NIGHTLCUB COMEDIAN

01/30 LAURA

01/31 THE SWIMMER

02/02 YELLOWJACKETS (4)

02/03 THE RIGHTEOUS GEMSTONES, YELLOWJACKETS (3)

02/05 YELLOWJACKETS (3)

02/07 THE RIGHTEOUS GEMSTONES

02/08 DON’T BOTHER TO KNOCK

02/09 “Annunciation”, Lauren Groff, THIS IS US

02/10 THE CARD COUNTER

02/11 LIMITLESS, JACKASS FOREVER

02/12 GOING THE DISTANCE

02/13 VIGIL (2), SUPER BOWL LVI

02/14 THE RIGHTEOUS GEMSTONES

02/15 VIGIL (2), MASS

02/16 MARRY ME, VIGIL (2)

02/17 THE TINDER SWINDLER, KIMI

02/18 JEEN-YUHS, NIGHT AND THE CITY (1950)

02/19 ALI WONG: DON WONG

02/20 SPIDER-MAN: NO WAY HOME

02/21 THE RIGHTEOUS GEMSTONES

02/22 TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE

02/23 The Pearl, John Steinbeck, THIS IS US, THE BETA TEST  

02/24 LOUIS C.K.: SORRY, NIGHTMARE ALLEY (2021)

02/25 JEEN-YUHS, SHOOT THE MOON

02/26 PAM & TOMMY (3)

02/27 PAM & TOMMY (3), PICKUP ON SOUTH STREET, SWAN SONG

02/28 THE RIGHTEOUS GEMSTONES, FREE GUY

03/01 RED ROCKET

03/02 PAM & TOMMY, JEEN-YUHS

03/03 The Nineties, Chuck Klosterman, AMERICAN UNDERDOG

03/04 THE SCARY OF SIXTY-FIRST

03/05 OZARK (4)

03/06 OZARK (2)

03/07 OZARK, WINNING TIME

03/09 PAM & TOMMY

03/10 THIS IS US, THE ICE STORM

03/11 THE BATMAN

03/12 The Secret Adversary, Agatha Christie, DOWNFALL: THE CASE AGAINST BOEING, SPENCER, C’MON C’MON

03/14 WINNING TIME, “Wood Sorrel House”, Zach Williams

03/15 STATION ELEVEN (4), MAKE WAY FOR TOMORROW

03/16 STATION ELEVEN (3)

03/17 STATION ELEVEN (3)

03/18 THE CONVERSATION

03/19 FRESH

03/20 AUDIBLE*, LEAD ME HOME*, THE QUEEN OF BASKETBALL*, THIS IS US, BAD VEGAN (2)

03/21 WINNING TIME, BAD VEGAN

03/22 BAD VEGAN, THREE SONGS FOR BENAZIR*, WHEN WE WERE BULLIES*

03/23 THIS IS US, THE BOOK OF BOBA FETT (4)

03/24 DRIVE MY CAR

03/25 ATTICA (2021)

03/27 THE LONG GOODBYE*, PLEASE HOLD*, BELFAST, THE 94TH ACADEMY AWARDS

03/28 WINNING TIME

03/29 THE KILLING

03/30 Dava Shastri’s Last Day, Kirthana Ramisetti, THIS IS US

03/31 “Lucky-Go-Happy”, David Sedaris, SWEET SMELL OF SUCCESS

04/01 THE LOST DAUGHTER

04/03 MOON KNIGHT

04/04 WINNING TIME, THE BOOK OF BOBA FETT (3)

04/05 AFTER YANG

04/06 THIS IS US

04/07 THE RAID

04/08 WINDFALL, DEATH ON THE NILE (2022)

04/09 DEEP WATER

04/10 RONNY CHIENG: SPEAKEASY, THE WORST PERSON IN THE WORLD, MOON NIGHT

04/11 WINNING TIME

04/13 NO EXIT, THIS IS US

04/14 “The Pub with No Beer”, Kevin Barry

04/15 DOG

04/16 X, SEVERENCE (2)

04/18 WINNING TIME, BETTER CALL SAUL (2)

04/19 SEVERENCE (2)

04/20 SEVERENCE (2)

04/21 THE NORTHMAN

04/22 SEVERENCE (3)

04/23 JOCKEY, THIS IS US

04/24 Conversations with Friends, Sally Rooney

04/25 BARRY, WINNING TIME

04/26 BETTER CALL SAUL

04/27 SHARK, MOON KNIGHT (2)

04/30 MAN IN THE ARENA

05/01 OZARK (3)

05/03 BETTER CALL SAUL, OZARK (4)

05/04 BARRY

05/05 WINNING TIME, AMBULANCE

05/08 WINNING TIME

05/09 ALL THAT HEAVEN ALLOWS, BARRY

05/10 Exciting Times, Naoise Dolan, CONVERSATIONS WITH A KILLER: THE JOHN WAYNE GACY TAPES, BETTER CALL SAUL

05/11 CONVERSATIONS WITH A KILLER: THE JOHN WAYNE GACY TAPES (2)

05/12 MOON KNIGHT (3)

05/13 THIS IS US (3)

05/14 THE NOVICE

05/16 BARRY

05/17 HACKS (2), BETTER CALL SAUL

05/21 THIS IS US, JACKASS 4.5, OUR FATHER

05/22 KILLER’S KISS

05/23 BARRY

05/24 BETTER CALL SAUL, HACKS (2)

05/25 THIS IS US

05/26 HACKS

05/27 Remarkably Bright Creatures, Shelby Van Pelt, HACKS

05/28 MOROCCO

05/29 RICKY GERVAIS: SUPERNATURE, BARRY

06/02 HACKS (2)

06/03 PARALLEL MOTHERS

06/05 THE FLIGHT ATTENDANT (8)

06/06 BARRY, DUAL  

06/08 TOP GUN: MAVERICK

06/09 The Invitation, Lucy Foley, FIRESTARTER (2022)

06/10 DISAPPERANCE AT CLIFTON HILL

06/11 GEORE CARLIN’S AMERICAN DREAM PART ONE

06/12 GEORE CARLIN’S AMERICAN DREAM PART TWO

06/13 BARRY

06/15 A PERFECT GETAWAY

06/16 “Trash”, Souvankham Thammaavongsa, WE OWN THIS CITY (2)

06/17 WE OWN THIS CITY

06/18 WE OWN THIS CITY (3)

06/20 HUSTLE (2022)

06/21 Happy-Go-Lucky, David Sedaris, DARK WINDS

06/22 DARK WINDS

06/23 FORGETTING SARAH MARSHALL

06/24 DOCTOR STRANGE IN THE MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS, BEAVIS AND BUTT-HEAD DO THE UNIVERSE

06/25 THE FOUND FOOTAGE PHENOMENON

06/27 DARK WINDS, THE LAST PICTURE SHOW

06/28 “To Sunland”, Lauren Groff, CHA CHA REAL SMOOTH

06/29 NORM MACDONALD: NOTHING SPECIAL, BLUE VELVET, DOPESICK (3)

06/30 DOPESICK (3)

07/02 DOPESICK (2), RAGING BULL

07/03 JAWS

07/04 REPO MAN, HANG EM HIGH

07/05 DARK WINDS

07/06 ELVIS, THE BEAR (2)

07/07 THE BEAR (4)

07/08 THE BEAR (2)

07/10 DAVE CHAPPELLE: WHAT’S IN A NAME?

07/11 SPIDERHEAD

07/12 Tracy Flick Can’t Win, Tom Perrotta, BETTER CALL SAUL

07/13 DARK WINDS

07/14 IN THE EARTH

07/15 Where the Wild Things Are, Maurice Sendak, MORBIUS

07/16 THE REHEARSAL, THE LOST CITY (2022)

07/17 BILL BURR: LIVE AT RED ROCKS

07/18 BETTER CALL SAUL, DARK WINDS

07/19 THIEF

07/23 THE REHEARSAL, FIRST MAN

07/24 “Arrivals”, Bryan Washington, ALL MY FRIENDS HATE ME

07/25 JURASSIC WORLD DOMINION

07/26 BETTER CALL SAUL, RASHOMON, I WANT YOU BACK

07/27 GIRL IN THE PICTURE

07/29 THE GRAY MAN

07/30 THE REHEARSAL, THE MOST HATED MAN ON THE INTERNET (3), DEVIL IN A BLUE DRESS

07/31 SLOW HORSES (2), STAGE FRIGHT (1950)

08/01 The Hunting Party, Lucy Foley, BETTER CALL SAUL

08/02 SLOW HORSES (2)

08/04 SLOW HORSES (2)

08/05 MONTANA STORY

08/06 THE REHEARSAL, NIKKI GLASER: GOOD CLEAN FILTH

08/08 BETTER CALL SAUL

08/09 THE CONTRACTOR (2022)

08/13 PRETTY WOMAN, THE REHEARSAL

08/14 PREY (2022)

08/15 BETTER CALL SAUL

08/16 THE UNBEARABLE WEIGHT OF MASSIVE TALENT

08/17 “An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge”, Ambrose Bierce, UNTOLD: THE GIRLFRIEND WHO DIDN’T EXIST

08/18 UNTOLD: THE GIRLFRIEND WHO DIDN’T EXIST

08/19 THE REHEARSAL

08/20 MEMORY (2022)

08/24 THE DISCREET CHARM OF THE BOURGEOISIE

08/25 Heat 2, Michael Mann & Meg Gardiner

08/29 THE BIG SLEEP (1946)

08/30 THE DROPOUT (3), NOPE

08/31 THE DROPOUT (3)

09/01 THE DROPOUT (2)

09/02 UNTOLD: OPERATION FLAGRANT FOUL

09/03 PULP FICTION

09/04 THE COUNSELOR, THE PATIENT (2)

09/06 EVERYTHING EVERYWHERE ALL AT ONCE, THE PATIENT

09/07 I’d Like to Play Alone, Please, Tom Segura

09/08 INSIDE THE MIND OF A CAT, AMERICAN GIGOLO

09/09 THOR: LOVE AND THUNDER

09/10 NO STRINGS ATTACHED

09/12 THE 74TH PRIMETIME EMMY AWARDS

09/13 THE PATIENT, CRIMES OF THE FUTURE

09/17 MEN

09/20 THE PATIENT

09/21 Diaper Dude: The Ultimate Dad’s Guide to Surviving the First Two Years, Chris Pegula & Frank Meyer, NIAGARA

09/22 GOODNIGHT MOMMY (2022)

09/23 WHERE THE CRAWDADS SING

09/24 THE ANTRAX ATTACKS: IN THE SHADOW OF 9/11, CONFESS, FLETCH

09/25 DARK PASSAGE

09/26 MARGIN CALL

09/27 THE PATIENT, DAHMER-MONSTER: THE JEFFREY DAHMER STORY (3)

09/28 DAHMER-MONSTER: THE JEFFREY DAHMER STORY (4)

09/29 DAHMER-MONSTER: THE JEFFREY DAHMER STORY (3)

09/30 BOOGIE NIGHTS

10/01 COBRA

10/03 CREATURE FROM THE BLACK LAGOON

10/04 Imagine a City, Mark Vanhoenacker, THE PATIENT

10/05 THE REAL BLING RING: HOLLYWOOD HEIST (3)

10/06 VENGEANCE

10/07 GOOD WILL HUNTING, NICK KROLL: LITTLE BIG BOY

10/08 THE GREATEST BEER RUN EVER, THE REDEEM TEAM

10/11 LAURA HASN’T SLEPT*, WEREWOLF BY NIGHT

10/12 THE FUNHOUSE

10/13 THE PATIENT

10/14 SIGNIFICANT OTHER, I LOVE YOU, YOU HATE ME (2)

10/15 THE HOUSES OCTOBER BUILT

10/19 UNDER THE BANNER OF HEAVEN (4)

10/20 SPEAK NO EVIL

10/21 HALLOWEEN ENDS, THE PATIENT, UNDER THE BANNER OF HEAVEN (3)

10/22 The Guest List, Lucy Foley, BULLET TRAIN

10/25 THE PATIENT, “The Raven”, Edgar Allan Poe

10/26 MYSTERY OF THE WAX MUSEUM

10/28 TICKET TO PARADISE, BARBARIAN

10/29 HALLOWEEN: RESURRECTION, THE SLUMBER PARTY MASSACRE, DEADSTREAM

10/30 GUILLERMO DEL TORO’S CABINET OF CURIOSITIES: LOT 36

10/31 THE POSTMAN ALWAYS RINGS TWICE (1946), HALLOWEEN (1978)

11/01 GUILLERMO DEL TORO’S CABINET OF CURIOSITIES: GRAVEYARD RATS, THE WHITE LOTUS

11/02 GUILLERMO DEL TORO’S CABINET OF CURIOSITIES: THE AUTOPSY

11/03 On the Road, Jack Kerouac, RESURRECTION (2022)

11/04 GUILLERMO DEL TORO’S CABINET OF CURIOSITIES: THE OUTSIDE

11/05 GUILLERMO DEL TORO’S CABINET OF CURIOSITIES: PICKMAN’S MODEL

11/07 THE WHITE LOTUS

11/09 BRIEF ENCOUNTER

11/10 GUILLERMO DEL TORO’S CABINET OF CURIOSITIES: DREAMS IN THE WITCH HOUSE, BEAST (2022), NOTTING HILL

11/11 NEAL BRENNAN: BLOCKS, MYTHIC QUEST (2)

11/12 DON’T WORRY DARLING

11/13 FIFA UNCOVERED (3)

11/14 FIFA UNCOVERED, THE WHITE LOTUS

11/15 TERRIFIER 2

11/17 THE GOOD NURSE, GANGS OF LONDON (2)

11/18 FACING NOLAN

11/19 MYTHIC QUEST

11/21 BERGMAN ISLAND

11/22 CAUSEWAY

11/23 The Paris Apartment, Lucy Foley, FALL (2022)

11/24 GANGS OF LONDON

11/25 THE WHITE LOTUS

11/26 MYTHIC QUEST

11/27 PEPSI, WHERE’S MY JET? (4), INFERNAL AFFAIRS

11/28 THE WHITE LOTUS

11/30 THE VERDICT (1982)

12/01 GANGS OF LONDON

12/02 THE WOLF OF SNOW HOLLOW, MYTHIC QUEST

12/03 FACE/OFF

12/04 THE HOWARD STERN INTERVIEW: BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN

12/05 THE FAN (1981)

12/06 THE WHITE LOTUS, SLOW HORSES (2)

12/07 The Hardest Job in the World: The American Presidency, John Dickerson, AMSTERDAM

12/08 GANGS OF LONDON

12/09 ARMAGEDDON TIME, MYTHIC QUEST

12/10 THIRTEEN LIVES

12/11 EMILY THE CRIMINAL, SLOW HORSES

12/12 THE WHITE LOTUS

12/13 THE BANSHEES OF INISHERIN

12/14 ANCHORMAN: THE LEGEND OF RON BURGANDY

12/15 SMILE

12/16 MYTHIC QUEST, SLOW HORSES

12/17 CHRISTMAS BLOODY CHRISTMAS, Layoverland, Gabby Noone

12/18 CABARET, THE MALTESE FALCON (1941), DON’T PICK UP THE PHONE (3)

12/19 TOM PAPA: WHAT A DAY, GANGS OF LONDON

12/20 A CHARLIE BROWN CHRISTMAS, THE SHOP AROUND THE CORNER

12/22 THE APOLOGY (2022), GANGS OF LONDON

12/23 SLOW HORSES, MYTHIC QUEST

12/24 CHRISTMAS IN CONNECTICUT, ADULT SWIM YULE LOG, ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas, Clement Clarke Moore

12/25 OUT OF THE FOG (1941), THE GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY HOLIDAY SPECIAL

12/26 DECISION TO LEAVE

12/27 DEAD CALM

12/28 HUSH… HUSH, SWEET CHARLOTTE, THE FABELMANS

12/29 CAPRICORN ONE, GANGS OF LONDON

12/30 SLOW HORSES, SHE SAID

12/31 A Bright Ray of Darkness, Ethan Hawke, MYTHIC QUEST, CASABLANCA, GLASS ONION: A KNIVES OUT MYSTERY

ALBUMS & SONGS

ONCE TWICE MEDOLY Beach House

THE COLLEGE DROPOUT Kanye West

LATE REGISTRTION Kanye West

GRADUATION Kanye West

AT CARNEGIE HALL (LIVE) Thelonious Monk Quartet with John Coltrane

FAMILIAR PATTERNS Swiss Portrait

FRANK Amy Winehouse

JAZZ AT MASSEY HALL Charlie Parker

HARRY’S HOUSE Harry Styles

HAWAII Pete Yorn

“Cant Help Falling in Love” (Cover by Cannons)

THE OTHER SIDE OF MAKE-BELIEVE Interpol

EXILE ON MAIN ST. The Rolling Stones

ASPHALT MEADOWS Death Cab for Cutie

BEING FUNNY IN A FOREIGN LANGUAGE The 1975

[herculesmulligan-quotes]

He needs time

Mulligan : Ok John, name one way to be nice to others.

Laurens : Don't kill them.

Mulligan : ... Setting the bar a little low, but I'll allow it.