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The President Wears Prada (William Nylander) | Chapter 25

A/N: So this chapter begins the first mention of COVID-19 for the story. I know it’s not much but I did want to put a little disclaimer because I know it was a traumatic event for many people, especially those who were affected by it personally. We will obviously get deeper into it as the story progresses in the next chapters (judging by the date...it’s time!)

Also, no @’ing me about what happens here with a certain someone.

March 2nd, 2020

Aberdeen Bloom was paying attention to the news at the airport.

“While the first case of what epidemiologists are referring to as COVID-19 was recorded in Toronto on January 25th, the novel coronavirus is still baffling some scientists in terms of its symptoms. They range from severe in some, to completely asymptomatic in others. While there are currently less than twenty cases in Toronto thus far, Ontario health officials have recorded three news cases today. One is a man in his 60s who returned on a flight from Egypt, while the other two are women in their 60s and 70s returning on a flight from Egypt. Public health officials are encouraging individuals to wash their hands frequently and exercise caution whenever and wherever possible.”

“Want some hand sanitizer?” John asked from beside her. He was laid out in the chair beside her while her knees were against her chest.

She nodded, leaving her bag of pretzels in her lap before she extended her hand and he squirted some Purell onto her hand. John always had everything readily available – hand sanitizer, band aids, healthy granola bars, breath mints – she was sure he probably had a spare hair elastic in his backpack too, and a full surgery kit for all she knew. She rubbed the sanitizer in between her hands. “What do you think about all this?” she asked, motioning towards the TV monitor.

John shrugged. “I’m a bit nervous about it,” he admitted. “I know that Aryne is taking some extra precautions with Jace. A lot of her friends from Queen’s ended up going to med school so she’s friends with a lot of doctors and listening to their advice.”

“I guess we should all be.”

“Wouldn’t hurt, right?” John asked rhetorically. “Better safe than sorry. What do you think about it?”

Aberdeen pursed her lips slightly. “I have no clue. Science goes way above my head. But if doctors and epidemiologists are going to tell me to do something – or not do something – so I don’t get sick, I’m going to do it – or not do it – whatever.”

“Atta girl,” John smiled. “Just listen to the experts.”

“That’s why I listen to you about hockey,” she winked.

He laughed out loud. “You butter me up too much. What are you looking for? A granola bar? You already have pretzels.”

“Not everything with me has to do with food.”

“Really?”

She pinched him.

***

March 5th, 2020

It was 24 Celsius in Los Angeles, and Aberdeen was loving it. Though the Leafs had suffered a bit of an embarrassing loss to San Jose the night before, today the team had a day off before they had back to back games against the Kings and Ducks. Some of them were going shopping on Rodeo Drive (Auston, Frederik), and some were visiting old friends since being traded (Kyle, Jack), but most were doing exactly what Aberdeen wanted to do: going to the beach.

They decided on Malibu Beach. It was only a thirty minute drive from the hotel, so Aberdeen put on her bathing suit and packed herself in a car with John, Jason, and Justin Holl. William, Rasmus, Kappy, and Pierre followed in another, with Tyson and Mitch tagging along in the last car too. It may not have been super-hot to Californians, but for sun-starved Canadians, it would do. The sun was out, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky, and she was going to tan the entire afternoon. She would take advantage of it as much as possible.

As she helped set up the blankets and beach towels, she watched as Mitch and Tyson already stripped down to their bathing suits and ran into the ocean together. Pierre was setting up some Bluetooth speakers and John was passing around the sunscreen. The visual of these men rubbing sunscreen across their abs made Aberdeen’s heart flutter – but then the image of them having to slather sunscreen all over each other’s backs brought her back down to earth. She chuckled to herself and shook her head.

“Aberdeen, sunscreen!” John tossed the bottle towards her. She caught it and stripped down to her tankini before squirting some onto her legs and arms, making sure to cover herself thoroughly. She could tell William was watching but trying not to make it seem like he was. Jason took care of her back.

The guys did their own thing while Aberdeen read her book and tanned. She could hear them screaming every now and then and watched as they gave each other piggyback rides and splashed water at each other like they were a peewee hockey team on a weekend tournament. Every now and again someone would come back to the blankets and beach towels to relax, but soon enough, they were back in the ocean, being loud and obnoxious but happy, happy boys.

“Whatcha reading?” Tyson asked as he walked towards her, wet from the salt water and sand sticking to his legs. She flashed the book at him – Milkman by Anna Burns – and he squinted his eyes to see it properly in the sunlight. “Is it about milk?” he asked.

She shorted. She remembered back to when she was reading Women Talking by Miriam Toews and William asked “Do women talk in it?” like a smartass. “It’s about a woman in what’s very obviously Belfast coming of age during the Troubles. I thought it might give me some more insight into what my mom grew up in.”

“Is it any good? Was it as good as the one you were reading last week on the plane? Normal Girls or whatever it was?”

Aberdeen giggled. “Normal People, you mean? No, it’s not as good as that. Fuck, I loved that book.”

“I know. You wouldn’t shut up about it!” he joked, wiping his body off. From behind him, Aberdeen could see John making his way towards them. William was still off in the ocean, throwing a football between him, Pierre, and Mitch. “Think you can teach Mitch how to read?”

Aberdeen smiled. “I can certainly try.”

As if on cue, Mitch’s booming voice was heard. “Hey T-Bear! Get over here!” he yelled, putting everything he had into his throw of the football so it reached Tyson, who caught it expertly.

“See ya later, Aberdeen,” he said before running off, throwing the football towards Pierre who had to dive into the water to catch it.

Instead of focusing on the water cascading down Pierre’s abs or the sunlight hitting William’s broad shoulders perfectly, making him look like some Norse god, she focused her attention on John. “You feeling good?” she asked.

“The best,” he nodded, wiping himself off before lying the towel down again and sitting on it, bringing his knees up and wrapping his arms around them. “You’ve already gotten some colour,” he commented.

“Thank God,” she said, looking down at her arms. “The winter has made me so pale. It’s a bummer I didn’t get my dad’s skin tone. My sister and brother got lucky with that.”

“You took after the Scottish side?” he asked. Aberdeen nodded. “I get it,” he said. “Aryne can’t tan either. She burns too easily.”

“Wonder if the Swedes are going to look like tomatoes in a couple of hours,” she said, nodding her head towards them. “Imagine they’re on TV and beet red? I might get fired for not slathering sunscreen on you guys or not telling you to put on some hats.”

John laughed out loud, choosing to lean back on his elbows. “I don’t know about that, Aberdeen. Something tells me you’ll be around for a long time if certain people have anything to say about it – well, until you want to leave, that is.”

Aberdeen’s body stiffened slightly at his words. “Wh…what do you mean?” she asked.

“Ah, nothing serious, Aberdeen. Don’t worry,” he said, shaking his head. With the silence between them, Aberdeen thought he may have dropped it, but he didn’t. He was just preparing to articulate what he wanted to say. “It’s not just Brendan liking you, you know. We know William has, like, the biggest crush on you, okay? We’re all adults here,” he said to her shock. “It’s cute, but we all know it’s harmless.”

“It is harmless,” she stressed.

“I know, Aberdeen. Don’t worry.”

“Don’t for a second forget that you’re all Toronto Maple Leafs,” she said. “Every job in this organization is a dream job for someone and you guys forget that some people spend their entire lives, their entire careers, building up their resumes waiting to get hired by this organization. Nobody would ever, ever, under any circumstances, want to do anything to fuck it up, because once you’re done here, there’s nowhere else to go.”

“I knooooow, I know. I’m just ribbing you like we rib him about it,” he smiled. He was so jovial about it all that Aberdeen calmed down a bit. He wasn’t trying to get to the bottom of something like he was when he and Morgan asked her about Ethan – he was just being good-humoured. A human, not a captain of a hockey team. Maybe her overreaction was a bit much but she needed to remain guarded and vigilant about it if ever, and whenever the guys brought it up. “He looks at you googly-eyed all the time even though he knows nothing’s ever gonna happen. I’m pretty sure he’d cry whenever you leave.”

Aberdeen snorted. Cry from joy, probably, because that would mean they could actually touch each other in public. “He told you that? That nothing is ever gonna happen?”

John nodded his head. “Well, nothing’s ever gonna happen as long as you work here,” he clarified. “But don’t tell him I told you. He kind of figures and we all know it’s a lost cause as long as you’re working here.”

Aberdeen nodded, deciding not to say anything as she looked out into the distance. The boys were still throwing the football, and Justin was attempting a yoga pose on the beach. She picked up her book and buried her head in it.

***

Adrian Kempe, a Swedish friend of William’s, recommended a taco restaurant in Malibu for the group to have dinner. It wasn’t a far drive from where they were on the beach, so at around six in the evening, they shook the sand off the towels and packed them back in the cars and headed to Café Habana. Aberdeen was in the car with John, Jason, and Justin again.

When they arrived at the restaurant, she looked out the backseat window to see Kappy making a beeline towards someone. The girl, Aberdeen soon noticed, was Saylor. She figured Saylor was here for another modelling gig, though Aberdeen did find it somewhat amusing that Saylor always popped up in cities or areas with…well, shall we say distractions. She was in New York. Las Vegas. Aberdeen knew she’d been to Florida. Now she was in LA. Saylor didn’t go Columbus or Colorado.

“Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii,” Saylor squealed as she saw Willy, wrapping her arms around him and squeezing him. “Surrrrrpriiiiise!”

“Surprise,” he smirked, but Aberdeen could tell he wasn’t as excited as she was. “Here for some modelling?”

“Who wouldn’t want to come down to LA to model? I just came from a shoot,” she said, now focusing her attention on Aberdeen. “Hey girl!” she squealed again.

“Hi Saylor,” she smiled.

“I’m so glad I won’t be the only girl here tonight,” she smirked. “The boys can get so boring sometimes.”

“Aberdeen’s used to it by now,” Jason piped in. “She’s only been travelling with us since September.”

The group moved towards the restaurant and were seated in the back patio at a long table. Aberdeen was squished in between Jason and John, and directly across from her sat Willy, Pierre to his right and Saylor to his left. Saylor and Kasperi didn’t even have to sit down to ask the waiter and waitress attending to them if they had oysters. They didn’t. With one quick look at the menu, and a disproportionately long discussion requiring everybody’s calculators to be out to determine how many orders of tacos were required for everybody to have three tacos each (much to Aberdeen’s entertainment), the group ordered four orders of every taco variation (and there were five of them) on the menu, along with some sides of baby broccoli, sautéed zucchini, and French fries. As a dining group of 11, it should have been more than enough food. She felt bad for the chefs, but knew the food would be amazing. She saw it being brought to a table near them and it looked delectable.

While Aberdeen maintained professionalism at all times when she was in front of the guys, when the tacos came, that professionalism waned. She made sure to grab the four tacos she was guaranteed and wanted and piled them onto her plate. They looked delicious. Even as she bit into her first one, she moaned audibly at the taste, making the guys around her laugh. Willy eyed her as she did so, taking a bite out of his own.

“So what have you been up to?” Saylor asked Aberdeen as she crunched on a French fry. “Kappy told me it was your birthday?”

“It was! I turned 22.”

“Ohmigod, I remember my 22nd birthday. We went to the rooftop bar at the Bowery Hotel in New York City,” Saylor said. Aberdeen knew it would be something ultra-luxurious because that was the only way Saylor seemed to roll. “What did you end up doing?”

“Oh, a bunch of friends and I just got a booth and bottle service at a club. Nothing as fancy as that,” Aberdeen answered.

“How many were you?”

“I’d say about twenty.”

Saylor’s eyes bulged a bit. “When you get older, your friend group gets soooo small,” she said, her tone making it seem like she was the all-knowledgeable big sister bestowing wise knowledge upon Aberdeen. Saylor was only a year older than her. If it was Jen, Aryne, or Bee giving this advice, fine – but not Saylor. “My friend group is so small now. All the drama that goes on between people is just so tiring, you know? Less people, less drama.”

Aberdeen didn’t want to be rude, so she nodded her head. “I can get that. These are all people I’ve known since high school and throughout university, though. We’ve already been friends for a long time.”

“And you’re still friends with them?” Saylor asked.

Aberdeen nodded her head. Before she could say anything else, John piped up. “I think that’s a testament to your character more so than anything, Aberdeen.”

“But it could also speak to, like, the way people are,” Saylor went on. Aberdeen indulged her, looking at her so she would continue. “Like, when I was in high school – my family is from Lake Forest, and I went to Lake Forest Academy – I found out this one friend was talking behind my back and I totally ditched her. But then we ended up at the same college, and it was really weird for a while, but then we ended up becoming friends!”

Aberdeen didn’t know what point she was trying to make. Neither did anybody else listening, judging by the looks on their faces. “That’s good you were able to turn the relationship around,” she commented, not knowing what else to say.

Saylor looked very proud of herself. “Besides that, what else have you been up to? Are you still just, like, Brendan’s assistant?”

Aberdeen bit her tongue to smile curtly. “Just.”

“And a great one at that,” Jason said before stuffing his mouth with a taco.

“I guess that’s enough for you,” Saylor commented.

Aberdeen almost dropped her taco. So did Jason. Willy was looking in between them. She didn’t know how to respond at this point and not sound rude when Saylor’s rudeness was so blatantly obvious. Aberdeen still wasn’t sure whether or not Saylor actually had the capacity to be underhanded. She was starting to err on the side of Saylor knowing exactly what she was saying to people but saying it in such a way and with such a tone that everyone thought she was just dumb and didn’t know better. Aberdeen began to believe Saylor did know better, and her act wasn’t fooling Aberdeen anymore. It made her reconsider what Saylor said to her in New York about her nose. “It’s actually not enough for me, but it’s what’s paying the bills right now and I’m not going to discuss career aspirations at the dinner table in front of people who are technically my colleagues and who don’t want to see me leave anytime soon.”

“But you can’t be in a job you hate just because it pays the bills!” she said like some dreamer. “You need to go out there and be creative! Cultivate! Be artistic! Design! Sometimes the best opportunities come when you just drop everything, quit your job, and start hustling as you do what you love!”

Aberdeen felt her blood begin to boil. She tried to remain calm. “One – I never said I hated my job. I love this job and I love the people I work with,” she clarified. “Two – that’s a bit easy to say for someone with family money who grew up in Lake Forest and went to a private school. I have rent to pay. Bills – groceries, my cell phone, internet, stuff for my cat – I can’t just up and quit my job with a steady income to hustle and be creative when I have a shit ton of responsibilities.”

“I’m sure your parents would help you if it’s your dream and it’s something you really wanted to do.”

“No, they wouldn’t,” Aberdeen deadpanned. “My parents have their own shit to deal with. My mom would kick my ass if I was that stupid. I mean, my parents are immigrants, so that goes without saying. They don’t owe me a dollar, and I would never ask them for it. I would never do that to them.”

“What about your grandparents?”

Aberdeen could feel John, Jason, Pierre, and Willy deflate at the question. It was almost comical. “I think you’re missing the point, Saylor,” Jason said nicely. “Aberdeen is already hustling to get to an end-goal of writing. This job is actually helping her get to that goal.”

“Writing?” Saylor questioned. “I thought for sure you wanted to, like, work in sports or broadcasting or something. Writing, then? That makes sense, I guess. Better for you to stick behind the cameras.”

Aberdeen wondered if everybody else could hear what Saylor was saying too. She felt like she was in the twilight zone or something. It confirmed to her that Saylor knew exactly what she was saying. “Yeah, I guess. Kind of how it’s better for you to be in front of the cameras because you thrive on attention.”

“Yes! Modelling is all about getting attention and hype around your brand,” she smiled sincerely, so happy that the topic was back on her and her modelling. She didn’t get the subtle dig at her…extracurricular activities that took up more of people’s attention than any work or collaborations or modelling she’d done. “I’m working so hard to build mine now, which is why I’m in LA having meetings and doing more collabs.”

“Is modelling enough for you?” Jason asked.

Aberdeen almost spit out her water, but Willy beat her to it. She saw Saylor’s face light up even more. “Oh my God, yes. I looove modelling. I’m soooo into the creative aspect of it and building my brand.”

“That’s great, Saylor,” Aberdeen smiled. “I’m really glad that it’s working out for you considering how much you love it.”

“Thanks, girl,” she winked. “It’s hard because the industry is so saturated these days. I mean we were talking about this in New York. Every girl with an iPhone, some makeup, and good angles thinks she’s a model. It really takes someone creative like me to stand out. Someone with a unique look and a unique brand,” she went on. “Like your nose, you know? It’s big. Huge. We talked about that. You could get a nose job, or you could work with it. Most would get a nose job.”

Jason was ready for Aberdeen to snap. So was John. So was Pierre. But William knew better. When he saw Aberdeen smile, close-mouthed, just a hint of a coy grin playing on her face, he knew better. “I have a Virginia Woolf nose,” Aberdeen said. “It reminds me of how much I want to become a writer and not a model.”

***

“I feel like I just watched a WWE match on pay-per-view,” Aberdeen overheard Justin say to Jason in a low voice as they trailed behind her in the parking lot (he sat beside Jason during the meal and had heard everything, but even if he hadn’t sat beside him, Aberdeen had a feeling he still would have heard). After the tacos were eaten, everybody decided to call it a night and go back to the hotel – well, mostly everyone. Saylor wanted to go out for drinks somewhere else in Malibu. Everybody else politely declined.

“Yeah, except it was pretty one-sided,” Jason said in an equally low voice. “It’s like Aberdeen was Stone Cold Steve Austin and Saylor was the poor jobber her stunnered every Monday night.”

“You picked up on the nose comment too, right? I mean she was basically telling Aberdeen to get a nose job?” Justin asked.

“Yup,” Jason popped the P sound.

“I thought I was going crazy when I heard it.”

“Yeah, me too. But from what I’ve heard from Jen I didn’t expect more from her.”

“It’s good that Aberdeen is mature. I think if it were me at 22, I would have lunged across the table,” Justin commented.

***

“Who’s Virginia Woolf?”

Aberdeen was lying naked in her hotel bed, tits out, with William lying by her side after he’d fucked her, and that was the question he asked. Aberdeen smiled. She loved William and she knew him – she really did, at least she liked to think – but sometimes she didn’t understand how his brain worked. She knew she liked to call him “Head Empty”, but sometimes she wasn’t so sure. He clearly had thoughts. He just brought them up at weird times. “She was a writer in the early 1900s,” she answered, laughing slightly.

“And you want to be like her?”

She shook her head. “I’d like my writing to be like her writing.”

“Why don’t you want to be like her?”

“She filled her pockets with rocks and committed suicide by drowning herself in the river behind her home,” she said, looking over at him. His face was blank, processing the information, and she smiled wider. “Maybe if my writing was like hers, I’d actually get published in Toronto Life or something.”

“You’ll never know if you don’t try.”

Her smile faded. She hadn’t told him yet. She’d wanted to keep it to herself for as long as possible because she didn’t want to burden him with the news. “I did try. I sent in one of my personal essays and they rejected it. They sent me the email on my birthday.”

William remained silent. He saw the look on Aberdeen’s face and knew that she felt embarrassed and disappointed – in herself, in her writing. He wrapped an arm around her and propped himself up on his elbow so he could look down at her. “Minskatt…”

“Don’t, Willy. You’re going to make me cry.”

“No,” he shook his head, not accepting what she was saying. “After the Carolina game you told me I needed to talk more and that you’d listen. Well, you need to talk now and I’ll listen,” he said. “Talk to me, minskatt. I’m listening.”

Tears welled in her eyes, and it wasn’t because of her writing getting rejected anymore. It was because of the man hovering over her. His head may by empty, but Aberdeen was sure his heart was full of gold. She didn’t know how she got so lucky. She didn’t know how he was hers. “I just don’t know how much more rejection I can take,” she whispered. “I try and I try and I write and I write and I read so I can write better and nothing is working. Nothing,” her voice was shaky. “I just want an editor to read my writing and say ‘This is what I’ve been looking for all along.’ But that hasn’t happened yet. And I’m scared it’s never going to happen.”

“It’ll happen one day, minskatt. I promise you,” William encouraged as he tightened his grip around her with his one arm. “You’re so talented. Your dreams are going to come true and you’re going to look back and wonder why you ever doubted yourself.”

“Do you doubt me?” she asked suddenly.

“No,” William said without hesitation. “Not for a second.”

Aberdeen stayed silent, bringing a hand up to wipe the few tears that had fallen down the side of her face. She rested it on William’s forearm draped across her body. “When I get like this, all my insecurities come out. About my future, about everything. Maybe I was never destined to be a writer. Maybe I was destined to be a personal assistant or a bank teller. Maybe I was destined just to be normal girl with a big nose and nothing special.”

“How can you say you’re nothing special when you’re my treasure?” he asked, burying his face in the crook of her neck and placing a light kiss there. She couldn’t help but smile, and he smiled at the fact he made her smile. “That has to count for something, right minskatt?” he stressed the word.

She nodded. “It counts for everything.” She looked directly into his baby blues, barely blinking. “The second I leave here I’m going to plant the biggest kiss on your lips, Willy. You have absolutely no idea.”

That caused William to laugh out loud before he bent down and gave her a quick kiss. “Not if I beat you to it,” he said.

“You won’t. Trust me. God, I can hardly wait,” she said. “I still don’t know why you keep waiting for me.”

“Are you listening?” he asked.

“Mhm.”

“I wait for you because I love you. Because I love everything about you.”

“Even my big nose?”

“My favourite part of you,” he kissed the tip of it. She could have cried again. “It’s what makes you you. I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

When she craned her neck to kiss him, she made sure to wrap her arms around his body and pull him close, wanting to feel his body on top of hers. He got the hint, and stuck his tongue down her throat, and they kissed until he was hard again. Though he hadn’t expected a second round, he was more than willing to partake. He even made sure to bring extra condoms. He always did now – since Valentine’s Day. He had them everywhere: in his wallet, in his suitcase, in his shoe. “I love you minskatt,” he mumbled against her lips.

She didn’t respond at first. But when she did, it was with something he wasn’t expecting. “Tell me how you want me.”

He froze for a brief second, the previous conversation they were just having still fresh in his mind. “What?”

“Do you want me from behind? On top?” she asked in a breathy voice.

He groaned. “On top.”

They switched positions so he was lying on his back. Aberdeen climbed on top of him. “Willy?” she asked. “Can we…can we try something different?”

He nodded quickly. “What is it, Aberdeen?”

“Can we…” she began, almost a bit embarrassed. “Can I try reverse cowgirl?”

William couldn’t help but smile. “Of course,” he said, gripping at her hips.

“D’you have another condom?”

“My back pocket.”

She dismounted him, leaning over the bed to grab his pants on the floor and retrieve the packet. When she straddled him again, she did it so her back was to his face. He could feel her pump him a few times before she rolled on the condom, and he sighed at the feeling. She looked over her shoulder at him. “I love you, Willy.”

“I love you too,” he said, his hands back on her hips. He helped her lower herself onto him, the both of the moaning at the feeling. He loved watching himself disappear inside of her. He noticed she wasn’t moving yet. “You okay?” he asked.

Aberdeen nodded her head. “It feels so good,” she said. “I’ve never…you know…”

“It’s okay,” he said, understanding what she wasn’t saying. He couldn’t believe that her previous sexual partners were so selfish that they never let her explore what she liked or what she could possibly like or positions she could do. He shuddered at the thought of her potentially asking and being turned down. It made him angry just thinking about it. He didn’t want her to be that way with him. He wanted her to be completely open. “Do what you feel comfortable with, minskatt.”

She began rolling her hips back and forth. William groaned in response, and he could feel Aberdeen’s hands grip his thighs and her nails dig in slightly. As she rocked herself on his cock, she began to moan, gasping out anytime William would buck his hips slightly. He had to admit he liked the view, but what he liked even more was that she was enjoying herself on top of him, doing what she wanted.

“Willy?” she asked suddenly. She looked over her shoulder at him again. She looked so innocent and he knew that she meant to do it, and he almost exploded right then and there as she bat her eyelashes at him. “Can you…can you come up here?”

He did as he was told, pushing himself up and wrapping his arms around her body. He kissed her back and dragged his lips along her skin to her shoulder and neck. “What is it, minskatt?” he asked.

“What if I wanted to try more?”

If it was possible, William felt even hotter. The sound of her voice saying those words was…indescribable. “What do you mean?”

“You just make me feel so good. I’ve never had anybody make me feel this way. I feel so comfortable with you,” she said. “You…I feel safe to try things with you. Things I couldn’t try with other guys.”

He knew what she was getting at. He placed a tender kiss on her shoulder. “What do you want to try?” he asked. She remained silent, wondering if she should have even said anything. “Don’t be ashamed, minskatt. What do you want me to do?”

She hesitated. “D’you…can you pinch my nipples?”

He smiled because it was such a simple request. He brought his hands up and cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples between his thumb and index fingers. He felt her sharp intake of breath and her head leaned back into his shoulder. He could tell by her reaction that she wanted more. “What else?” he asked, biting down on her skin near her shoulder. “What are you not telling me?”

“That,” she stressed. He didn’t know what she meant. “The bite. You—You can fuck me, Willy. I want you to fuck me. You can be rougher with me. I think I’ll like it.”

When William heard those words and how she emphasized them, he wanted to make sure. Needed to make sure. The first time they had sex it was a good old-fashioned hookup. The second time they had sex they’d made love. In subsequent times since, it was mostly making love, if only because they had waited so long to finally be together and that was what they wanted to “release” – love. But now, with those words being said, he knew Aberdeen was ready to take the next step. She was willing to go further. She trusted him to go further with her, and only wanted to do it with him. “Yeah?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she nodded. “I trust you. Fuck me, Willy.”

He pinched her nipples again, harder this time, and she gasped. He started to move his hips too, moving inside of her, and she began to moan again. Without warning, he fell back down on the bed, bringing her with him so her back was flush against his chest, though her knees were still bent and he was still in her. This was definitely a new position for her, judging by her reaction – a quick “oh fuck” escaping her lips. He heard her breathing get heavier as she felt one of his hands snake down from her breasts and on to her clit. “Willy…” she moaned out.

He started pounding into her, using his athletic physique to be able to so with such force in a new angle she’d never felt before. Her moans fuelled him, and the moans changed to slight whimpers when he started rubbing at her clit. “Fuck, Willy…” she managed to get out.

But he wasn’t done. At least he didn’t want to be done. His other hand, still pinching her nipple, moved up to her neck. “Willy,” she mewled, bringing her own hand up and placing it over his.

“Is that okay?” he whispered into her ear. He wasn’t applying any pressure – it was just sort of there – but that was apparently enough for her. He wouldn’t have felt comfortable going further, anyway, at least without her verbalizing something.

“Yes Willy, fuck,” she arched her back. “Fuck me. Fuck me harder.”

He increased his pace. Her cries let him know that even with those simple actions, she was feeling pleasure. She was liking it. She was getting what she wanted from him. That was the only thing he wanted. “I want you to cum all over my cock, Aberdeen,” he growled into her ear. She didn’t answer, but when she arched her back again, he felt her walls tighten around his cock and he knew she was done. He let himself find his release too, groaning in pleasure as her body writhed on top of his. He didn’t stop rubbing her clit until her hand went over his to stop him. Her body went still as he slipped out of her and she fell to his side, trying to regain her breath.

After a couple of minutes, she curled around to face him. “I know that was probably really tame but it was new for me.”

William shook his head. He didn’t want her to feel nervous about anything. “Baby steps,” he kissed her.

“No guy has ever, like…asked what I like in the bedroom,” she admitted. “So I couldn’t explore things. Well I didn’t feel comfortable exploring things. But I know I can with you.”

William nodded his head. “Don’t worry, minskatt. We can start slow. No need to rush. You can tell me what you like and where you’re willing to go.”

“You too.”

“Hmm?”

“You tell me what you like and where you’re willing to go, and I’ll go there with you too.”

He nodded his head, smiling. “I love you.”

“I love you too. More than anything.”

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Mcsm| Toxic leaders, friendships, coworkers & peers

(The ol Or der)

1. Soren Is shown to be a reasonable leader that cares about his crew a reasonable amount, helped by the fact that he shown to be about excessive age, unlike Jesse who’s age is ambiguous possibly committing tox to Soren from what could be a adventuring - young adult age to excess - see below, for how tha t affects the story,)

How eve r is hampered by a unfortunate history of tox That left it’s mar k o n h i m,

- Jesse

Soren does not remove Jesse from his property despite it causing seemingly distress to him

- if Jesse acts kind (or if hearing anyone (particularly the order) responds kindly to him), Soren will react with disbelief, If tox, he will excuse it beyond any healthy measures ‘ha a joke…as what friends do,’

Whe n n o jok e s are n’t pain f u l ,

Then there’s this line,

“I’ve found when you give people what they want they turn on you, they become resentful,” - Soren

And Scene,

Soren cower ing from his team mates

Eligard & Magnus Fake smiles impl ing there is something that’s actually wrong and we quickly find out why

(I’ll go over the particulars about why Soren might not be excited to see Eligard & Magnus on site in their sections )

Point being,

It doesn’t take long before it goes tox at the cave,

- Eligard (or whoever is left of the Eligard or/ Magnus pai ring) takes a pot shot at Soren , Gabriel, “is he always like this, “

Eligard/Magnus; you have no idea,

(When Soren goes out for a break due to distress & after the death of a friend,) ,

- Ivor immediately tries to take the reins after makin g the main problem (And his main fail safe back fired)

You can clearly see things going tox quic k ly

(Then there’s the in famous Ivor scapegoat scene showing that even back then he was tox, )

And the rest is just Ivor bein tox,

(Until Soren event gets away good for him)

- Eligard

- Largely non-tox but is a victim and an ena bler of Magnus

- Small pre- men tion ed bit of tox

- Magnus

- abs. ball of tox

- causes argu ments

- never contributes any thing positive to the group

- Small bit of tox a s mentioned above

- Explicit abuse o f Eligard, Implied abuse of Soren

- Gabriel-

- Little is known abou t hi m, That he seems pretty unaware of the toxic dynamic,

Apart from Magnus‘s tendency to insti gate And Eligard’s ten dency to ar gue,

- Ivor

- with Magnus at least you could argue he could’ve originally intend to fill some role if you squint, with some routes But with Ivor you can’t He was tox from the beginning, Continued to be tox, Not a redeemable quality in sight ,

Overall the group is a gosh darn mess

New Order ~

- Jesse - Despite being a leader, Jesse seems resentful of his leadership and constantly makes up things - ideas on the spot that no leader would leave to the last minute and would’ve already planned in advance/have a general idea of, showing how the game mechanic damages a actual good story

- His first mission is a find the person mission, not unheard of for a supportive subordinate character. However as a leader, it can come off as unnecessarily authority assuming, if not handled correctly, which unfortunately it wasn’t 1) By having this occur after a ‘break up’ in which several members isolated, placing this around excessive age 2) most of the members are reluctant to get together

Resulting in Jesse coming up as nagging or irritatingly intrusive.

As a leader,

There are two main goals,

(To be

considered

good

one)

1. Attention to

mis

ion,

- With the psychological benefits teammates receiving prop stimuli

Jesse constantly waffles,

resulting in reasonably irritated

sponses

fro

team

mates

2. Tending to your Team mates, Self-explanatory

Jesse doesn’t seem to care about his team mate s Until it reaches the mandatory spots, or (is believed) to go past critical (see Lukas “crying” and they refuse to move until he does,

The correct pro to co l,

Bein g constant availability, to thei r lei sur e

Care kept satisfactory and short without dragging the mission to a stand still

Despite, Jessie’s showing only the barest minimum of retention wit h hi s pe t pig,

How about he still has plenty of time micromanaging

the one thing you don’t want to do,

An argument can’t break out without Jesse interject

Showing that he has no trust in his team mates to be able to resolve their own conflict

Then again it comes from the person who is the worst role model/sets the worst example

Gettin into a squibble Wi th hi s subordinates/ (temporary) co-leader Lukas

Fi gh t in g over a de tect ion uni t,

Note , Well confrontations over a stolen role might get phys that I am not den y in g,

(The above mentioned things leads it to (lean in Luk as‘ s favor

Tha t Jesse is the one that stole the role

(Not helpful for the fact that Lukus acts like a spited leader Al l through out, And has characterized the he doesn’t stand up for himself

(Even if wrong, Jesse is still reprimands a sub ordinate, ) - Lukas

Likely the victim of Axle’s Tox,

Lukas falls into most of the pitfalls that Soren does, not standing up for himself and possibly leaving (even for a short time) when the tox gets too much - Olivia

Pretty non tox Some implied self-esteem issues with her place in the group constantly asking questions to validify it ,

- Axel

- Openly scares his friends and takes pleasure from distress

- Humor doesn’t come from sad/ Despair it comes from happi ness,

- Almost literally cannot go five seconds without starting an argument or being tox (Specifically towards Lukas) ,

Following the unfortunate theme of green being tox despite it being grow t h,

- Petra

(Season 1)

Tox

- Expecting them to find her despite not vibin’ the loc at ion,

demeaning

- Threats of violence

“Not getting punched in the face for saying that right now,” - Petra

Coercion

General authority assumption

Separation Jesse from his friends, friends separating/or hanging out with other friends on their own will is non-tox

Authority assumption- entitlement to excess

Promises an lies are pret ty useless

(Season 2)

- Petra

- Tox

- General Tox

- demeaning

- Guilt tripping

- Friend ship

- Adventures

- Lack o. Adventures - End goal - Jesse helps her find the llama and threaten/coerce Stella, who she also has a toxic manipulator/manipulated relation ship with (through likely intimidation as Petra knows that Stella has a thing w/th Jesse and two on one num er ical, ,

After all

- when it’s discovered that Petra is retiring to champion city

- gas light ed, (-claiming things to happen that didn’t really happen,)

- Petra’s guilt trip of the treehouse;

“ we used to hang out in the treehouse all the time,” - Petra

Show it or it didn’t happen

- to our knowledge never happened,

- Emotional Abuse/

- “Friends,”

- Jack

- Bit non-tox except for some snips at Nurm

- The general having to ‘one Up’ everyone,

- Nurm

(Od. d take on senti e nce

nar rat ive

tox,

Pretty clear except for (apparent) put down on Jack’s naming convention

- Romeo,

Pretty similar to Petra,

General Tox

General Authority Assumption

- Emotional Abuse

- Guilt tripping

- Logical abuse

- Gaslighting

- Physical abuse

- Acts of violence

- Destruction of un Account able pro. per ty, (Dif ferent from ac countable) ,

All of above;

demeaning

coercion

- Threats of violence

- Apparent murde r

- Abuse of sub ordin ates Should not be redeemed

Xara

- Straight up kills a person

Radar-

Refusal to read the vibes aka Several misdemeanors worth of tox for general obsessive behavior unbefitting, unhealthy and unnatural of a sentient,

#mcsm crit

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rules: pick 5 shows, then answer the following questions. don’t cheat. tag some people.

I was tagged by @pettykaspbrak thank you!!! This is gonna be so fun okay lets go:

The End of the F***ing World

I Am Not Okay With This

Sex Education

Stranger Things

The Walking Dead

ps wow that is a BASIC list can u tell i dont watch a lot of tv

who is your favourite character in 2?

oh stan just like everyone else in this entire crazy worlllllldddddd

who is your least favourite character in 1?

oof probably tony??? runner up alyssa’s mom?? and also i have bad vibes ab teri but tbh i forget what (if anything) she did in s2 so maybe i am being too judgmental lol

what is your favourite episode of 4?

oh GOSH probably has to be the snow ball i mean come on

what is your favourite season of 5?

literally the amount of times ive jumped in and out of this show is hilarious and i really know nothing about the overarching storylines so lets go....... whatever one where rick goes rick crazy and bites out a guy’s jugular. i looked it up and there are so many separate google suggested searches along the lines of “episode where rick bites guys neck” and i m not sure how to feel about this??? anyway apparently this was season 4???????? I didn't even think i showed up watching this show till at least like s5 but what the heck the verdict says im EXCESISVLEY OLD!!!!! this must've been one of the first eps i watched and i mean who doesn’t love a good man ripping out somebody’s jugular. i looked thru the s4 wiki and yeah, i actually remember a fair amount of the later eps so this must've been the season i started watching. checks out.

who is your favourite couple in 3?

ugh TOSSUP adam/eric (yes i recognize why some ppl find it problematic but i think they’re growing and im hoping the best for them) vs. ola/lily 2 FAB duos

but oh gosh im actually gonna say adam/eric bc come on from the very first episode of the entire show i was onto that dynamic and its very satisfying to see them start embracing it and growin up and changing and to see how they deal with lots of heavy stuff and keep coming back to this strange and evolving bond

who is your favourite couple in 2?

i mean i suppose syd/dina there’s not much else there lol

what is your favourite episode of 1?

oh my word, thank u for literally asking me this. i will never stop talking about it. s1e3 is,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, my whole life im tearing up just thinking ab it............... the dance scene is the only thing that matters BYE

what is your favourite episode of 5?

L o L see my above obsession with rick going rick crazy. i literally use the phrase rick crazy irl thanks to that

what is your favourite season of 2?

SIKE there’s only 1

how long have you watched 1?

i just found it last year actually very close to this time of year.... we’re probably coming up on just about a year of me loving every second of it

how did you become interested in 3?

i actually was very wary of watching it because i just didn’t know if i’d like it that much or if it would be the kind of humor im into i was raised fairly religious (now much more questionable on that front but still sort of involved in the whole thing??) and i just didn’t know if it would be my thing but after i LOVED TEOTFW my pal kept telling me to try sexed, its similar (eeeehhhh idk if its that similar lol???), etc and like i said at first i was skeptical but for some reason one time i decided i’d watch it and zoink its fabulous

who is your favourite actor in 4?

oh millie bobby brown

which do you prefer, 1, 2, or 5?

1 always fave show ever

which show have you seen more episodes of, 1 or 3?

i think...... i looked it up and the amount of eps are the SAME GOTCHA

if you could be anyone from 4, who would you be?

omg el dUH im obsessed with her when i shaved my head (among many other things I thought) i was like i will harness her energy..!!!!!!!!...... that sounds dumb but its facts she’s so strong and does the right thing and has such a range of like idk identity expression that is so unique and cool and confident and well bye. wish that were me!!!!!!

would a crossover between 3 and 4 work?

Otis helping the older kids thru their relationship problems????? sign me uppp bye

pair two characters in 1 who would make an unlikely but strangely okay couple?

obvi Jalyssa is endgame nothin else about it but since there’s so few characters idk......... alyssa and bonnie would be very weird but like.... for the sake of just contemplating maybe they’d start out annoyed with each other and both do some good snarks and actually end up getting to like each other and how neither one of them messes around they just..... go for things? and tell it like it is? and ultimately act on how they feel??

overall, which show has the better storyline, 3 or 5?

hmmmmm idk i don’t feel qualified to judge TWD bc i haven’t watched the whole thing so i will go for sexed on this one

which has better theme music, 2 or 4?

uhh i think ianowt JUST has soundtracking i dont think it has title sequence much which would make st’s better, but if im remembering correctly ianowt has the better overall soundtrack i think st has ramped up its soundtracking capacity in the most recent season but i remember for quite a while i would watch it and think ok........ but soundtrack when???

omg this was so long but so fun!!!! thx again for the tag you fabulous human being @pettykaspbrak

I’ll tag: @emullz @stellar-alley @victorydoll @yeetthedragon @blog-anxiousscreenwriter and whoever else decides they want to undertake this massive expedition

#me #teotfw #ianowt #sex education #sex ed #stranger things #twd #tv #tv shows #me n all my tags ooo boi

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how cell phones made our lives better while simultaneously ruining them

hi fam!! it’s me, again. are you tired of hearing from me? me too. that’s why I’m here to rant about social media / phone / technology. bc i hate it… but in a loving way???

everyone remembers when they got their first iPhone. seriously. why is that such a monumental moment in our lives? i can hardly remember what i felt like freshman year of high school but can pinpoint the feeling of sheer glee unwrapping my iPhone 6 in eighth grade. i have this thing that is attached to me 24/7 - when I go anywhere (even downstairs) without my phone i feel weird. that is f***ing SAD! PATHETIC. i hate feeling that dependent on what is essentially a pocket robot.

for what it’s worth - phones have done INCREDIBLE things for the world as we know it. for example, this quarantine shit has been testing all of us; and our phones are helping us get through it in so many ways. our phones let us see the faces of those loved ones we are missing, our phones provide us with stupid tik tok content to keep everything light hearted, and our phones let us check in on each other. all amazing things! when we are at school, we have instant access to our lives at home . being able to call my mom whenever i want is something i definitely abuse. “mom, I’m on my way home from Thompson right now and i think i have a brain aneurysm but my bio final is at 11am tomorrow will i make it” … an actual conversation i had with my mom at the end of freshman year. needless to say i was medicated shortly after THAT meltdown. I am such a brat that i don’t know what i would do if i couldn’t text my dad and have him immediately get me the password again to our Uverse account…… god forbid i miss an episode of the bachelor. i have this phone, and that’s what i do with it? abuse its powers to ask my parents for medical advice or a password i forgot? have we lost sight of everything here?

throughout life and especially throughout quarantine… my phone is the definition of a possession that is a blessing and a curse. I’m so grateful to have the ability to bother my friends - whenever i want! the options are endless! i love keeping in touch with people i thought id never hear from again, and being able to talk to so many people in my life and make my heart swell. now, when a conversation with someone other than my two roommates (shoutout parents) is so rare ⎯ that phone is my weapon and i use it to help flatten the curve: flatten the curve of covid19 and flatten the curve of my mental illness 🙃 [humor is a coping mechanism okay let me live] but like, i KNOW i’m not the only one that looks at my screen time and immediately wants to die. how can i honestly be looking at my phone for that long? picking it up THAT many times?????? my phone is the best distraction and also the most toxic - it makes me feel better but has a tendency to bring up all my issues and blast them into the reflection of my blue light glasses...... its called fashion look it up.

to give some examples - let’s open up my most used app: snapchat. I go on snapchat with the best of intentions - to see a memory from a year ago that makes me smile. to respond to my friends and see what their mood today is based on the look on their face. to creep on snap stories and see what everyone’s cooking and doing with their lives. somehow, tho, after spending a few minutes on the app.. i end up with a pit in my stomach most of the time. the person i want to respond hasn’t responded in 4 hours. oh god lets overthink this- they don’t like me anymore and are no longer interested in speaking to me and only respond every once in a while out of pity or because they are uncomfortable. everyone hates you. oh and GOD FORBID someone leaves me on open??! I am not funny nor interesting nor worth a reply - suddenly, i have equated my value to receiving or not receiving a photo of someone’s blank stare. this is extreme, and this is dramatic. but trust me —— this is the hamster wheel always turning in my head. I’m not even going to touch on snap maps; that feature is pandoras box and someone better fucking shut it.

second most used app is instagram. i scroll for hours, i have time limits set for the app acting like i’m actually going to listen to them and get off. lmaooooooooo. i love looking at aesthetic stuff and dogs and food and recipes and my friends’ beautiful faces. but you know what i don’t like? constant nudges to compare myself to others. oh look at her having a party with all of her friends even though we aren’t supposed to be. am i a loser for trying to be safe? oh look at her washboard abs, i’m never going to look like that and will never live up to the standard of beauty society has set for me. look at all of these people in their happy relationships. why can’t i have that? it goes over and over and over. its not like i sit there and think of these things just like that, its a precedent in my mind when i stare at everybody else that i am going to size my own life up against theirs. for years i followed every single elite model / VS angel on instagram to motivate me to do better - to start being psycho about what i did to my body so i could be as gorgeous as them. what kind of fucked up mindset is that? i would literally watch their footage of them eating rice and vegetables once a day and try to copy it. i would watch their runway walks obsessively trying to recreate them in heels alone in my house - like that was all i could imagine doing with my life. did i ever stop for a second to look at that photoshoot of gigi hadid and wonder if she was happy? wonder if the constant pictures she saw of herself ever made her insecure? what was i doing? the day i unfollowed those girls was a monumental day in my journey to a better self image. i didn’t realize the people i thought were my “motivators” were actually my triggers. i have grown to a point in life now that i would much rather eat a stack of chocolate chip pancakes that make me dance in my chair like an infant than practice my runway walk and shame my body in the mirror. and i am so freakin happy!

i could go app by app for hours. but moving on to the next thing i hate about cell phones - how they have destroyed our biological methods of communication. you hear about those psychos who think the world is destroyed by technology and we are going to be overrun by robots. but hey, I’m with the psychos on this one. i have this amazing friend, Trevor Wright, who without fail at EVERY dinner announces “phones off friends on” and collects our phones into the center of the table. yes, we are 20 year old adults. yes, we hand our phones over to Trevor and let him yell at us for trying to see if ~that person~ snap chatted us back. i have so much respect for him because of this. there is nothing worse than staring at your phones when you could be having a good conversation about life, about love, about laughter + memories, about “do you think hellen keller is real?” anything, bro, anything. anything but snapchat messaging your hoe of the week or mindlessly playing tetris to twiddle your thumbs. we all need to start loving a little harder, and the first step to doing that is to communicate better. communicate smarter. I’m guilty of alllll of the above, don’t get me wrong. and I am ADD asf and constantly playing mindless games just to stimulate my brain. but i need to stop that! even writing this is taking some time away from the dumb shit on my phone - and encouraging me to communicate how i r e a l l y feel to my homies that will read this. communication - especially body language - is fascinating. I’ve studied it in psych, I’ve learned the neurological bases of behavior and why we do what we do. I’ve learned how much our life experience impacts who we are as a whole...and it! is! fascinating! i also think that’s why i love film so much. because it can capture the raw moments of your friends just being your friends, of you just being the person you are, and the world around you just existing as it exists. i love the raw moments; and not just because indy blue posted one youtube video of her slow mo laughing and now thats the only footage i find myself shooting. 😚

im not quite sure what this post is, lol. but - just a rant on technology. so listen to me:

take advantage of technology + social media! it CAN BE GREAT. for so many reasons. but, don’t let technology + social media TAKE ADVANTAGE OF YOU. stay true to you - know how to communicate with yourself and your loved ones without the use of a robot. remember that feeling when you setup up your first iPhone? imagine if you could feel that again, with your phone nowhere in sight. if you don’t know how to communicate with yourself yet, start by journaling. WRITE! TYPE! SPEAK! do what you want. getting your thoughts down even without an audience is so crucial to understanding yourself and others. if you don’t like to write, reflect. breathe. meditate. make art. do what makes you feel at peace, and do whatever makes you feel like the world makes a little bit more sense than it does.

IF YOU ARE READING DOWN TO HERE, I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU, SAY IT BACK! LIFE IS A FUCKING HIGHWAY. AND IM SO GLAD YOU’RE ON MY INTERSTATE. <3

xoxoxoxo

gossip girl

#phones #socialmedia #rant #blog #hi #tender #loveme #quarantine #covid19 #cellphones #iphone #followme!#taylor #tiktok #trending #writing

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Today has been a very stressful day, so guess wtf time it is? Drunk Breaking Dawn Pt. 1. Here is what I soberly remember of the movie (I have not watched it since BD2 came out):

1. There’s a wedding.

2. There’s a honeymoon.

3. There’s swimming in the ocean.

4. There’s an accidental pregnancy.

5. The baby almost kills Bella.

6. The canon incident that we all hate happens.

7. The Volturi evilly laugh.

Same as Eclipse, my drunken narration of the movie will be below the break.

A brief intro statement, I was 100% sober and just beginning to drink at the beginning of the Eclipse post and progressively got more drunk. For BD1, I’m throwing back before I even start watching this shit show.

- I love the effects of the intro. it’s very calming. THe putting away childish things quote is literally a Bible verse. I hate that Stpehen appropriated Quileute culture, Christian culture, and every culture. I know she’s mormon but sitll. THis shit feels real appropriated.

- Idk why rennee is all happy. she never gave a shit before.

- OMG ALICE TEHCING BELLA TO WALK IN HEELS IS THE CUTEST ICRY.

- carlisle carryign the bench is literally the hottest hting i’ve ever seen fck

- lowkey kinda creeprd out because she’s literally sacrificing her humanity to marry this deud she’s known for like a year but everyone other than jacob is super supportive

- damn she’s looking @ this dreamcatcher and it’s making me sad but tbh that shit probably caused half her nightmares because she’s not native so sleep paralysis (if you know you know).

- DAMN EDWAD RELALY JUST ADMITTED HE’S BEEN A VIRGING FOR OVER 100 YEARS WHAT AB RAVE MAN WE STAN

- BUT FOR REAL WHY IS NO ONE FREAKING TF OUT THAT SHE’S LITERALLY BEGGING TO DIE FOR THIUS DUE?

- he just todl her hes killed people and explained it and it didn’t work she’s still down to clown with this vapire emo boi

- HOW HE’S SMILTING @ HR WTF I AM SO ALONEEEE

- i just wama ne im loved amd ne loved in retun plz

- this dream sequence is awful also fck the volturi is til hate that they never overthrew that crabbyass monarchy bullshit they were powerful enough

- i just wanna be like rosalie when i greow up

- charlie knew shit was off when he saw those crapsk

- why the HELL is renen actin liks she cares? bitch go the fuck back home

- jessica is the only one with any damn common sense in this whole series talking about they’re too fucking young for this shitt bitch true and itm akes sene now why she was the valedictioajrn

- SLEEPING AT LAST IS THT GROUP IDK IF YALL HAVE HEARD ANY OF HTEIR OTHER STUFF BUT THEY’RE AMAIZNG AND I USED TO CRY MYSELF TO SLEEP # THAT SHIT

- damn id’ be fuckign panicking too your lfie is over hoe

- stpeheen sto pwiht your racist ass smiling its offensive

- CHARLIE FUCKING DEWEVRE BETTER SOMEONE LOVE HIM PLEASR

- this wedding is gorgoeus though i live for hte fuckj g aestiec

- OH MY GORD THE PROM SONGGGGGGGG FCK ME RIGHT IN THE EMO

- IT JUST HIT ME WHN THEY WRE LOOKI @ EACH OTHERS EYES THIS BTCH REALLY MARYING AN UNDRSF VAMPIRE HOE this shit is horryighn why was i not scare?

- carlisle is the love of y life

- sth is a lil ray of sunishen

- i just reaized howd fucked it is that sue and chalrie are starng to catch feelz ut sue knows his daughter is funckugn off with a unded vamp emo iboi

- OMG I FCUKING HATE STEPHENE RACIST ASS I LEGIT MADE AP OST EARLIER SYAING LAURENT WANTED TO DO THE RIGHT THING ANDWOUVLEBE BEND A VEGETATIAN BITCH AND IRENEA CONFIRMED FCK THIS SHIT IM OUT ANG ANGRY

- charlie is gget ing drunk as hell my spiritn animel

- jesica is smart and beautiful she needs t os stop being jealous and petty know ya wotht girlie you got itl

- I SWEAR WHEN IGET MARRIED OSMEDAY IF ANYONE GIVES A SPEECH LIKE THIS I WILL PERSONALLY DRAGT HER ASS OUT.

- edwar lves her so much fck im all alone\

- how haoph hacob is when they hig i hate canonn they were best friends fc,

- jacob stay the fck outta her sex life she;s been wanting this for ad dman year fkc steohe let them jsut befriend

- steh is so swert but e is a chidl fck the is reacist plot bulshit

- CHARLIE DESEVRD BETTR FCK THIS PLOT FOR REAL I HAE CANON

- bela looks os ad she knows it’s goodbye but edward’s family is all smiling because they have her now hwat fthe ckc

- jac0bs cryng my heart brke

- i love bineg dunk

- the scene isn rio is my faorite isn any of the movies eveyrhting looks warm and happy

- this bich can drive ab oat too damn he can just fod evryhin cant he

- CARLISLE BOUGHT A WHOEL DAMN ISALND FOR HIS WIFE AND I CANT ECVE GET A TEXT BACK?

- deis this honeymon scene make anuone else unconmfy becuae same

- marying a vampire would be horrying af but also hot af and good af becuase htye oculd love so much and protect you from everythign fck 1-/10 woukd efeel safe

- bwll gaving a panic attakc ism e anyt tinme i try talking to an attractive man

- slepeign at last fckign ti up agin bit ch theis m yshit

- when he said it was the best night i cred

- tstoehe added the chess game like this shit is a hoje but i would love to play chess on my honemodn idk how uut i want a man to each me but not mansplin

- WHY THE FUCJ AR THEY SO CTE ON THIS AMN HONEYMOON?

- i know i sadn it was horryig but i want a hotass vamp emo boi husband plas

- damn jacob is being too emo she aint really gonan be ded for ever youll see her agianb itch

- ‘CULLENS ARE NOT A DNAGER TO THE TOWN OR TRUBE” BITCH IB EG TO FUCKIN DIFFER THIS SHIT BIOLOGICAL WARDARE RACIST ASS STPEHEN WRITING THIS FUCKING BULLTSIT

- ‘NONE OF THEM BELONG TO THEMSEVLES ANYGMROE” - SOMEONE SAID IT BITCH THSI SHIT IS FUCKRE IP

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- calisbe is fos unicngn hot

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- they realy had her fuckin drink blodo i hate cannjnonnn

- ifelel the same as kaje watchign this

- but carlisle’s prety face made it all fuckig hetter

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- okay ut id is cute as fkc whe nedward hears the baby

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- WHY THDID FUCK DID THIS BITCH HAVE A FUKCUNG SYRINGE OG VENOM LAYING AORUND? HOE!?!?!

- literlaiy fuick the dynamics of this whole moty hfknfucjg storyline plot bitch

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- imp&******* is the worst plotline fkc]

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#Twilight #Twilight renaissance #Breaking Dawn #Breaking Dawn Part One #Breaking Dawn review #simp ass hoes #simp ass hoes fandom #we hate canon #WE HATE CANON HERE

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angrylizardjacket · 5 years

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people change {Vince Neil}

@champagneandspice asked: hey! I adore your writing!!! could u please do a one shot but in the form of an article ? you’d be writing it as if you worked for people magazine or something like that. could u pls write ab the “speculated rumors” ab vince and I dating are true?? u could insert pictures or whatever u like. thank u <3

A/N: 2065 words. I love!! This style!! Of Writing!! also probably not what you were asking for, but i had fun and i hope you do too. i really sort of like this world/reader persona i’ve built?? i even added a few pictures for effect lmao. hope it’s enjoyable. i don’t usually do tags for one-shots but @cosmicsskies and @crazylittlethingcalledobsession asked and im too giddy to refuse.

WHAT THE F*** DO YOU THINK? - Mötley Crüe singer Vince Neil and Joan Jett & The Blackhearts newest guitarist Y/N Y/L/N spotted getting cosy after Crüe’s Atlanta show last Saturday? Does this hint at a collaboration between two bands, or is this more personal than professional? [Read more on Page 10...]

“What the f*** do you think?”

If you’re a woman working in or around the rock and roll music scene in the past half a decade, you’ve probably heard these words, or some variation of them, if you’ve come within a ten foot radius of the glam metal juggernauts Mötley Crüe; Nikki Sixx, Tommy Lee, Mick Mars, and their blonde, boyish singer Vince Neil. They’re crass by reputation, however this is unsurprisingly true to life, though if you were interested in reading an expose regarding the number of gigs they’ve done while high, or how many hotel rooms they’ve set fire to, there’s innumerable gossip rags and magazines covering those particular scandals, including at least two Rolling Stone articles in the past two years, and we’re not here to retell old stories.

When attending their concert in Atlanta last week, which I highly recommend; if given the opportunity, and you enjoy their music, see Mötley Crüe live, they give an almost unparalleled live performance, in my humble opinion as a music journalist of almost a decade, I was fortunately privy to the moment that sparked debate and controversy within the rock music gossip sphere. After the show, while I was made to wait at the stage door, their manager Doc Mcghee was kind enough to invite me to the afterparty. There, at the stage door, restless fans were held at bay, young men in black leather pants, emulating their idols, young women in barely anything at all, there to catch attention and garner the same invitation that I had received, and when the band themselves appear, it’s as if the gates of Hell had opened; the screaming I heard, ladies and gentleman.

First through the doors is Mars, already looking like he needs a shot or a nap, and he dodges more than one bra thrown his way, giving me a longsuffering look as he passes. To be that exhausted by fame is on a level I can’t even begin to comprehend. He’s on the tour bus which will take us to the hotel bar for drinks almost before anyone else is even out of the building.

Next comes what the fans have affectionately dubbed ‘The Terror Twins’, Sixx and Lee, both carrying a beer each, followed by several very pretty women who head to the bus whilst the musicians take the time to say high to their fans, signing various body parts and generally taking the time to interact with the more hardcore of their following who were waiting in the cold night air. They’re enough of a distraction that one might have missed the final band member, Vince Neil, laying uncharacteristically low, and who had actually been preceded by a surprising figure; Y/N Y/L/N, the most recent addition to Joan Jett & The Blackhearts as their rhythm guitarist.

And this, dear readers, is the moment I decide to write the first gossip piece of my life.

As someone who regularly set fire to the copies of Hollywood Star my then-housemate had been getting delivered to our apartment back when I first began my journalistic career, the idea of writing an article based on speculation about the sexual conduct of celebrities was an idea I rejected out of hand. I’d told myself I had integrity.

But then my proto-punk loving heart betrayed me, as I recalled Y/L/N’s lyrics from my favourite song of her’s, Sucker Punch, ‘speculate / scream my name / my heart, my love, baby it’s a game / they call me heartless, fancy-free / as if anyone’s meant something to a girl like me’. Y/L/N has been credited as the sole writer for the single, under her band at the time, Nuclear Patricide, who had garnered a cult following that has been credited as an idol for Joan Jett herself. After the Nuclear Patricide’s split in early ‘83, it’s been relative radio silence from the writer and lead guitarist until Joan Jett & The Blackhearts announce her as their newest addition, and she’s been with them for almost two years since.

[ID: Stills from Nuclear Patricide’s music video for Sucker Punch, 1980, known for the appearance of then-break out star Jamie Lee-Curtis. Editor’s Note: Y/L/N did not appear in the music video herself.]

So, upon seeing Y/L/N trying to keep a low profile whilst exiting a gig she clearly was not playing at, without any of her own bandmates to keep her company, I must confess I began to wonder, to speculate about the nature of her relationship with Mötley Crüe. She’s adamantly and publicly denounced romantic relationships in her work and in her public appearances up until her split from her original band, so has anything changed in the past few years?

Back at the hotel, I find myself weaving in amongst groupies and fanboys. My dark jeans and leather jacket act as a camouflage in this den of debauchery; I’ve worn professional clothing to this kind of thing before, and it usually doesn’t go over well; if the band sees a reporter there’s a sense of immediate hostility in what’s meant to be a safe space, relatively speaking, however, I’ve found that blending in, and making it clear I’m not on the offensive makes them drop their guard enough that they’ll give an honest interview.

At least until a pretty girl walks past.

Neil and Y/L/N are nowhere to be spotted as I finally take a seat with a table that has neither cocaine nor a woman on it, and once I’ve ordered a drink and looked over my notes, someone actually joins me of their own accord. It’s Tommy Lee, who, to my surprise, recognises me from the last time Crüe had played in town.

He talks about the tour, about how exciting it’s been and how he loves Atlanta, but he’s losing focus very quickly, not surprisingly since his name is being called by other tables every few moments, and there’s a faint dusting of telltale white powder around his nose. He promises ‘see you ‘round’ [sic] and then he’s off again. However, it’s as he leaves that I spot Y/N coming from a room by the back of the bar, and I make my move.

Mars has, as I’ve been told, already retired for the night, Lee is up to his eyes in cocaine, Sixx already has his dick out under his table judging by the look of him, and Neil is surprisingly MIA, so Y/L/N is easy to spot as the odd one out.

Not nearly as f***ed up or strung out as the rest of them, I watch her order a jack and coke, and down the drink mere moments after receiving it, before she turns to me. It takes her barely a second before she correctly identifies me as a reporter. I ask if she remembers meeting me, back in ‘82, she says no, but that she can pick a reporter from a mile away.

People still fawn over her, pretty girls and pretty boys alike, her aloofness drawing them in, and I’d forgotten how overwhelming it was to be this close to her. She kicks a fanboy and a groupie who are messily groping each other out of a booth and we take their seats.

This is meant to be about Mötley Crüe, and I try to tell her as such, but she just gives me a thin smile.

“Then why did you come find me?”

And she gives me that stare, you know, the one from the cover of Nuclear Patricide’s final album, Treason Is A Girl’s Best Friend. It’s that piercing stare of hers that makes you feel like she knows everything you’ve ever done wrong in your life.

I ask about her relationship with Mötley Crüe, and to my relief she looks away.

She’s candid about admitting she’s travelling with them, but not touring, right up until I ask her about her relationship with each member of the band specifically.

“Mick’s fun; he’s very talented and easily riled up. They’re all very talented of course, but Mick’s dynamic, [because] of his age and everything, is interesting within the group [sic] and I enjoy watching it all play out. He’s smacked Tommy a few times.” I’m assured that nine times out of ten he deserved it.

She’s filled with glowing praise for both Sixx and Lee in turn, and even Doc Mcghee, but Neil she is oddly silent about. He’s the first of the band she’d met; he’d seen her play a few times with The Blackhearts and has admitted to enjoying her work in previous interviews when she’s been brought up, as the pair have been spotted together before. Well, she’s been spotted with the band before. Here is where she starts, to my surprise, to get antsy. So the rumours, which I had thought to be incredibly false given her history and general attitude, have more basis than she likes to let on.

And then she gets defensive.

He’s like cocaine; everyone’s doing him, it’s just the industry; no-one’s going to judge her for a fling. She does not appear to take comfort in the sentiment.

“People change.”

I ask her what she means. She refuses to clarify and leaves. Perhaps I pushed too far, but now I feel like a detective, and like I only have one more person I need to talk to. But perhaps I should have eased myself into talking about Y/L/N to Vince himself, but I’ll have to admit, between Y/L/N leaving and finding Neil, I may have done a bit of socialising with Sixx, which I recommend recreationally, and also if you have a high tolerance for most things.

“I don’t think we’re any of your f***ing business.”

Neil does not mess around, and apparently she’d already spoken to him about our earlier meeting. I leave it be, spend the night enjoying the festivities with Sixx and Lee when I can, leaving just before the sun comes up.

Some of you may be thinking this is dissatisfying, that you came into this article wanting me to confirm or dismiss the speculated relationship between Vince Neil and Y/N Y/L/N, but I can’t. Neither of them would speak to me, and I can only leave you with a list of things I saw that night, and you can make up your own mind.

- The room Y/L/N had exited from when I first spotted her is the same room Neil left less than five minutes later as we were talking. I went to investigate later; it’s a supply closet.

- After my encounter with Neil, and I’d stayed clear of them, whenever I would spot either of them, the other was almost always within arm’s reach. Make of that what you will.

- He definitely did a line of coke off her thigh at about three in the morning.

- I asked both Sixx and Lee about it. Lee’s response was ‘loud’ with something akin to a knowing smirk, and Sixx’s was ‘he’s a lucky bastard’ and when I ask him to clarify he just says ‘flexible’ and climbs to the next booth over where they’ve been asking him to do a line; I’m not even sure what to make of it, but personally I think it’s pretty damning.

- Readers, they were all over each other, I apologise for throwing my professionalism out the window for a moment, but if I’m being honest I couldn’t look to a secluded corner of the room without there being a 40% chance of seeing Vince and Y/N. It got worse as the night went on. Believe me.

So, while I don’t believe there is set to be a collaboration between Joan Jett and Mötley Crüe, I do come baring good news for those fans who had been speculating regarding Y/L/N’s relationship with the hair metal band’s lead singer. So are they together? Are they dating? Though neither party will publicly state anything, I’ll leave you with my thoughts, my observations, and the oft spoke words of the man himself;

What the f*** do you think?

#vince neil #vince neil x reader #vince neil imagine #motley crue #the dirt #the dirt imagine #motley crue imagine #nikki sixx #tommy lee #mick mars #the angry lizard writes

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walkineternity · 5 years

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Day 3: Delirium

(The Umbrella Academy x Sandman)

Klaus knew he was in trouble.

He had overdosed again. He tried to stay clean, for Ben and Vanya, for his other siblings, and for Dave. He so very much wanted to see Dave.

But. He tried, okay. Tried so very fucking hard, and everyone was so focussed on Vanya that his efforts weren’t exactly…supported. Ben, of course, knew. And Klaus was grateful to have him. And he didn’t really blame everyone for not paying attention to him. They never really did that in the first place, unless he was causing trouble. And this time, it was because Vanya had nearly ended the world and he got that. He really did. He was trying to be there for them.

But. He was an addict, okay. He can admit that. And…it was so hard to stay clean. He was so fucking high right now. He was so fucking sick right now. And Ben was yelling at him again.

“Fuck! I can’t do this again, Klaus! You were doing so well! Fuck! I can’t even pick up the phone to call the ambulance can I! No! You are going to die in this alleyway and then I’m going to have nobody to talk to and, and, and you can’t leave me alone! Please, Klaus, please! Shit, okay, I’m going to try and get help, okay? I’m going to try.”

Klaus felt himself drift. Ben was still talking, but then suddenly everything was quiet. He didn’t really get how he could still hear Ben with all the drugs in his system, but the other spirits had quieted down. And now, finally, Ben was gone too. He was going to die alone. Like he fucking deserved. His eyes shut, closing over tears that never fell and let the fog take him…

Next thing he knew there was something licking his face. Okay, still alive. Still dying. Probably. He opened his eyes.

Well. Where was he? This wasn’t the alleyway anymore. Maybe he wasn’t dying and he was already dead. But this wasn’t heaven. This was…he wasn’t sure. There were explosions of colours and shapes twisting in and out of existence and he felt simultaneously the highest he’s ever been and stone cold sober. He felt like he was awake and dreaming at the same time.

And in the midst of all this madness, there was a rather ordinary looking dog, who was licking his face.

“Well, hey there, boy. You wouldn’t happen to know the way back to reality now, would you?”

He didn’t know what to expect at this point. And yet it still startled him when the dog stopped licking his face and spoke back. “Ah. You’re awake. Good. You don’t taste very good.”

Klaus frowned. “Actually, I’m a snack. A delicious- wait. I’m…awake.” He sits up and looks around. Nothing was solid. There was no up and no down and he had no clue what he was sitting on because reality kept changing. Okay, he was definitely going crazy. “I don’t think I’m awake.”

“Hm. Well. In a manner of speaking. And in another, you’re dead.”

“Huh.”

“You don’t sound surprised.”

“Well, I’ve been dead before. And really, I was asking for it anyways.”

The dog tilted its head, considering him, “I should be more specific. You’re only mostly dead, this time. This isn’t Death’s realm, but her sister’s.”

“…mostly dead? What am I? The man in black now?” Klaus hadn’t seen the movie until his teens, when he was homeless and couch-surfing. Or rather bed-surfing. And old lover had the movie on VHS.

“I don’t know what that means.” The dog huffed and then said, “I’m Barnabas, by the way. Not that you asked.”

“Aw, what an adorable name!” Klaus tried to pet him, but Barnabas looked mildly offended and ducked his head away. He looked like he was about to say something snippy when a bunch of brightly coloured fish swam past his head. Klaus had been trying to ignore his surroundings for the sake of his own sanity, but this caught his attention.

And then the…strangest voice followed after. “Ohhh, fishies! Come back here! …Hi, Barnabas!” He couldn’t really describe it. He could understand it, and for the most part it sounded like a young women’s voice, but something was distinctly…otherworldly. The voice sounded how this world looked. Chaotic, ever-changing, pitches and stresses in all the wrong places. It would have been called musical, if it wasn’t so discordant.

And then a figure stepped out of the swirls of colours and then he realised that nothing was ever going to make sense in here. She was colourful herself. Rainbow hair cut in an odd style. Two different coloured eyes and the oddest combination of clothes.

Though, honestly, he couldn’t say anything about his clothes. Currently, he was sporting the same outfit he wore in the real world and, frankly, wasn’t to off from this figure’s choice of clothes.

Well, at least they had something in common. “Nice shoes,” he tries.

The woman (girl? Young lady?) was talking to the dog and the fish, but turned to him at the sound of his voice. She drifted closer and peered down at him.

“Well, hello there, traveler. You seem a little lost.”

Klaus shrugged. She giggled. “Welllll, I suppose that’s, uh, that’s what you call life, now, isn’t it? Just a little bit lost and a lot bit lost! Go-ing on Forever!”

Barnabas came a bit closer to her, to sit beside her, not quite touching, but close. Like he meant to offer her comfort. She absentmindedly scratched his ears, but still didn’t look away from Klaus. Oh, was he supposed to offer a reply?

“Well, I’m hoping that’s not the case. I’ve been trying, lately, you see, to settle down a bit. Stay clean and, y’know, be there for my family. Try to…have a home, a proper one.” His voice grew more unsure as he continued to speak.

She was staring at him as he spoke, but not in his eyes. Just looking there briefly and then looking at his shirt and then his hair. Listening, but just couldn’t keep completely still. As she did, her nail polish changed colour and her ears changed shape and the rainbow in her hair shifted. This whole place was topsy-turvy. Strange how a talking dog named Barnabas was the sanest thing in here.

She looked back up briefly into his eyes and then down at her feet. “It’s Nice to do things for fa-mi-ly. I have many Siblings too. I like to help them sometimes. You said I have nice shoes. Would you like to wear them? We can trade!”

“Um.” Klaus wasn’t really sure what to say. “I don’t think our feet are the same size?”

She frowned. “Oh, what does that matter? Its just for fuunnn. C’mon!” And she proceeded to take off her shoes. Which, were just as colourful as her hair. Rainbow boots that had really neat buckles shaped like the fish that swam around their heads.

His were a solid black heel, stolen from Allison. They pinched his toes, not being the proper size, but they made his legs look gorgeous.

Allison probably wasn’t going to be happy to learn her shoes were traded away, but then again, she probably wasn’t going to be happy with him either way. If he ever made it back, that is.

He decided he should probably say all that out loud, and then he did, because they really weren’t his shoes, but the girl in front of him just sat down to better take of her shoes. “Oh, you’ll get out of Here eventu-ally. I like you, but you’re not mine to keep.” She finally managed to pull off both her boots. She was wearing mismatched socks, but those seemed to vanish. “And your family is just worried about you. If your sssister is mad, it’s only because she cares. You should ask them for help.”

He shrugged and easily kicked off his own shoes, accidently kicking it too close to Barnabas. The dog just looked long-suffering.

“They just think I’m useless and crazy. Well, maybe not Ben, but I’m not exactly doing my best there, y’know? He deserves to follow someone else around. Someone who won’t disappoint him again.”

The girl hummed. “They say I’m crazzzzy too. But that’s alright. Mad-ness isn’t always a Bad thing….it helps when I know too much. Sometimes its nice to have a break from san-i-ty.” Here she started to slip on the heels and gestured at the boots, so Klaus grabbed one and put it on, stamping a little to get his heel in. Huh. Perfect fit. She continued, “And just because I’m mad, doesn’t mean my siblings don’t care about me. Doesn’t mean I don’t care about them. We aallll make mistakes, even Beings such as us, even little ones such as you, and we…oh, shoot, Barnabas! What’s the word? The- the Big one.”

She glanced around as if the word she was looking for would suddenly appear. “You know. When the butterflies are iiiinn your body instead of outside them. Like stepping off the edge of a cliff, but knowing there is Someone to catch you, or for you to catch them.”

Barnabas opened his mouth to say something, but she snapped her fingers (which made Klaus do a doubletake when the snap sound created visual shockwaves of colour, like they were in some sort of comic book), and then said, “Oh! Love! It’s lo-ve. We all love each other the same. They loved me when I was Delight, and they still love me as Delirium. I mean, look at Bar-na-bas!” She gestured with a heel in her hand. The dog sat a little straighter. “He was a gift to me from one of my bro-thers, to care and look afterrr me, and we’ve become such good friends! Destruction cares in his own way, and I know your siblings do too. You just got-ta….gotta ask, okay?”

Barnabas smiled slightly. It looked a bit weird on a dog, but it seemed gentle. “I think we are the very best friends, my dear Delirium.”

She put the other heel on and bounced up onto them, smiling at them both, at the world around them, at the tiny fish swimming above her head. The black of the heels swirled with spots of colour, but mostly stayed the same.

Klaus finished doing up the buckles on both shoes and stood up too. He reached a hand up and the fish swam through his fingers and around his arm. The rainbow shoes felt warm and comfortable on his feet. He felt a bit giddy. He gave her a big grin and said, “Yeah. Okay. Sure. If I ever manage to get out of here, I’ll ask. Why not!”

She gave him a grin in return. To match. Though hers stretched a little too far on her face. Still friendly, but not exactly a human smile. Her eyes changed colours too, but never the same colours at the same time. A fish swam in front of her face and this distracted her from him.

“Well, how do I get out of here anyways? Not that I don’t mind your company, I should be getting back to the real world.”

She looked back at him and seemed to startle a little bit. “Ohhhh, what were we talking about?”

He blinked and looked at her and then looked at Barnabas, who said to her, in a reassuring manner, “It wasn’t important. Klaus was leaving soon anyways.”

“Hm. My he-ad hurts. Was I talking Rightly again? That always Hurts.”

“Yes, Delirium, but you don’t have to anymore. Why don’t we help Klaus go home and then play with the fish?”

Klaus frowned at Barnabas in confusion. Delirium laughed joyfully and said, “Well, hell yeah! There’s only a few swimming around, buuuut I can make more!” She proceeded to spin around and do exactly that.

Barnabas sidled closer to Klaus and said, “She does that, sometimes.”

“What? Forgets?”

“No. Remembers. The advice she gave you? How coherent she spoke? Does not happen often. You should take heed. The knowledge she has…is vast. So vast that it seems to…hurt her. Now, it’s time for you to go.” He didn’t say this roughly, but there was a sadness when he spoke.

“Thanks,” Klaus said, heartfelt. “And thank her for me, too, even if she doesn’t remember.”

Delirium wandered back over with a great many more fish swimming around, some bigger than others. Some so small he could barely see in the swirl of colours and shapes. “Oh yes! You!” She tapped him firmly on the forehead and said, “Say the magic words!”

“Um, please-”

“Wrong, so wrong. Try again.” And here she clicked her new heels three times.

Klaus couldn’t help it. He laughed. He saw that movie too. And then he copied her action and said the “magic” words, “There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home. There’s no pla-”

And then he was in an ambulance, the paramedic’s expression triumphant and relieved. Ben, hovering over him on the other side, looked similar.

“Klaus, don’t ever do that to me again. You are so lucky there was this goth lady around. Apparently, you aren’t the only one that can speak to the dead. She was pretty Zen about the whole thing. Said it wasn’t your time and managed to find a nearby payphone. She didn’t even ask why I couldn’t call the ambulance myself!”

Ben sounded a bit hysterical. The paramedic seemed to be chattering away as he checked Klaus’ vitals. Klaus felt himself tearing up. He could still feel the drugs in his system. “I’m so sorry, Ben. I can’t do this-”

“C’mon, Klaus! I know you’re stronger- what about Dave-”

“No, shit, Ben, just- I can’t do this alone, okay? I-I really need. I need help. I want to stay clean. Please. I just- please. I can’t do this alone.”

The paramedic wasn’t paying attention to his babble, too focussed on actually keeping him alive, but Ben was listening intently. He tried to lay his hand on Klaus’ shoulder, but his hand passed through. Klaus shivered. Ben looked disappointed, but not surprised. He settled for leaning over, close to Klaus’ face, and said, “Never, Klaus. I’m here, okay. And the others…we’ll ask for help from them too. We’re all trying to be a family, right? And….and whatever you need.”

Klaus felt tears in his eyes and with a rough voice he said, “Thank you, Ben. I always knew you were my favourite brother.”

Ben rolled his eyes, but a smile tugged the corner of his lips. “Oh, please. I’ll remember that next time you say that to any of our other siblings.”

“Why would Allison or Vanya be my favourite brother?”

“Fuck off, you know what I meant.” Okay, definitely a smile now.

And then Ben happened to glance at his feet. “Klaus, where the hell did you get those?”

Klaus looked at his feet and saw that he wasn’t wearing Allison’s heels, but rainbow boots. Huh. So not a drug-induced dream.

“Klaus?”

“I’ve been thinking, Ben.”

“Oh no. I didn’t know you could do that.” He gestured at the boots. “Are you not going to answer?”

Klaus ignored him and stared at the boots. “I’ve been wondering if they might allow aquariums in rehab.”

Ben stared at him a little. But he was also long used to Klaus saying weird stuff. “Well. If we manage to use some of dad’s fortune for rehab, they’ll allow us as many fish as we want. If…if that’s what you wanted the aquarium for.”

It was…so fucking nice to hear Ben using “us” and “we” like that. He knew Ben was stuck with him, but it felt…. like he wasn’t alone. That Ben meant it. That he was going to have help this time, from the whole family. And if they used dear old dad’s money…well. That would be icing on the cake. Petty? Yes. Deserved, even beyond the grave? Hell yes. He’s glad that he didn’t have another visit from him. He doesn’t think he could stand anymore revelations or disappointment from him. He’d take a bizarre realm of multi-coloured girls and fish and talking dogs any day.

Though, he really didn’t want to go back any time soon. Being mostly dead was exhausting.

“Yeah, Ben, fish. Lots of colourful fish.” His voice sounded further away, like hearing himself through a long tunnel. Klaus could feel his eyes droop closed.

Ben laughed softly. “Anything you need, Klaus. Have some nice dreams for me, will you?” Klaus’ eyes were closed, but for a flash, he thought he saw someone above him. He couldn’t see features, just a strange helmet and black robes. A pale hand sprinkled shining dust onto him. Onto his closed eyes. And then the figure was gone.

And he swore, right before he drifted off to sleep, that he felt Ben’s hand on his shoulder. But then again, it could have just been his imagination.

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Full transcript of Gillian’s Telegraph interview

Gillian Anderson is hard to pin down. Is she American or English? (Her accent slips between the two, depending on who she is talking to.) Guarded or warm? (She can be either, based on her mood.) Tough or vulnerable? (Or both?)

'‘Because my parents were American and we lived here in the UK, there was always a sense of not quite fitting in. Because of that I’ve always felt a bit of an outsider. I have perpetuated that because that is what feels familiar to me, it is what feels comfortable,’ she explains.

When we meet Anderson is English and warm, talking about the birthday parties she has to organise (she has three children, Piper, 24, Oscar, 12, and Felix, 10); and although she is very petite, wearing white patent stiletto boots and slender black trousers, she exudes the commanding charisma that makes her perfect for her imminent roles.

Rumour has it that she will be playing Margaret Thatcher in an upcoming series of The Crown, the Netflix series created and co-written by her partner, Peter Morgan. No one is confirming this, but no one is denying it either.

Meanwhile, this month she stars in a new Netflix series, Sex Education, in which she plays a sex therapist who lives with her teenage son (Asa Butterfield). And in February Anderson has another plum role: Margo Channing in Belgian theatre director Ivo van Hove’s much-anticipated adaptation of All About Eve, also starring Lily James as Eve, with music by PJ Harvey.

The play – a modern reinterpretation of the 1950 film, which starred Bette Davis as Channing, a blazing Broadway star who is gradually supplanted by a younger rival – is about ambition and betrayal, femininity and anger, stardom and personal sacrifice.

Anderson’s is a bravura role, one that requires not just the cool intensity that we have come to expect from her, but also humour. Channing is deliciously droll, delivering endlessly quotable lines with comic precision (‘I’ll admit I may have seen better days, but I’m still not to be had for the price of a cocktail, like a salted peanut’).

‘A couple of years ago my boyfriend Pete said to me, “You know what would be a great role for you? Margo Channing,”’ Anderson says. ‘So I rewatched the film and I thought, “Oh my God, how much fun would that be!”’

Anderson, not one to wait for opportunity, discovered that theatre producer Sonia Friedman had the rights to the script and was working on it with van Hove – Cate Blanchett was set to be Channing. ‘So I thought, “Ah OK, I’ll just slink into the background.” Then my agents got a call to say that she [Blanchett] had backed out due to scheduling conflicts, and there was interest, and was I interested? So I was like, “Yes! When’s the meeting? Now?”’

Van Hove, on the phone from New York, is equally excited to be working with Anderson. ‘Margo needs someone who understands what the theatre is all about, someone who can carry a play, who can occupy the whole stage, and Gillian can do that; she is a fabulous theatre actress. Although, of course, she became iconic for me in the 1990s when she was in The X-Files.’

There is something a little surprising about Ivo van Hove, an avant-garde director celebrated for his reinterpretations of plays and operas such as Hedda Gabler, Antigone and Lulu, professing fandom for a mid-’90s sci-fi series; but that is to forget the huge cultural impact of The X-Files, its quality and its ingenuity.

The series was about two FBI agents, played by Anderson and David Duchovny, who attempt to unravel various natural and supernatural mysteries. No one expected it to become such a success, least of all Anderson, who was 24 when she was cast in the show. It was her first major role and it made her a star.

She won multiple awards for her portrayal of the sceptical Dr Dana Scully, including an Emmy and a Golden Globe. But such stardom often involves sacrifice and Anderson was suffering.

The production schedule for The X-Files was brutal, involving 16-hour days for nine months of the year. Furthermore, in 1994, aged 25, Anderson married Clyde Klotz, assistant art director on the series, and nine months later she gave birth to their daughter, Piper. After three years she and Klotz divorced. It was while she was pregnant that Anderson started having severe panic attacks.

‘I was having them daily,’ she explains, experiencing palpitations, numbness, ‘hallucinations, all of it’. Things didn’t get better once Piper was born. ‘I was a young mother, and shortly after that we were separating, and I was working these crazy hours. I remember periods of time when I was just crying, my make-up was being done over and over again and I was not able to stop crying.’

Anderson sought solace in meditation. ‘I went to somebody and there was a meditation we did together. We went to some quite dark places and I got to see that I could still survive those dark places, I was stronger than they were, and after that the panic attacks stopped.’

Anderson had been having panic attacks, on and off, ‘since high school’. As a teenager she was a daydreamer and a troublemaker who felt different from her peers in Michigan because of her childhood in Harringay, having left the ‘incy-bincy flat with a bathroom outside’ that she and her parents lived in when she was 11 years old, when her family moved back to the US.

‘I started falling in with groups and trying to fit in, until it got to the point when it was like, “I don’t f—ing want to fit in. I want to look completely different to all of you, and stop staring at me because I have a mohawk.” I’d shave the sides of my head with a razor blade and dye my hair different colours.’

Anderson’s parents, Rosemary and Ed, were living in Chicago and were both just 26 when she was born. Soon afterwards the family moved to London so Ed could attend film school, while Rosemary worked as a computer programmer.

‘My parents were working very hard and would often work late. I have lots of memories of playing by myself in the back garden and searching for friends in the neighbourhood because I didn’t have siblings.’

After moving back to America, Rosemary and Ed had two more children, a son and a daughter. Anderson admits that her adolescent waywardness might have been related to the arrival of two new babies in the house. ‘I made trouble and I got attention that way.’

Acting is another way to get attention, something Anderson learnt early on. ‘I remember being in a play when I was in primary school. I was meant to be a Chelsea fan. I started chewing gum on stage and blowing bubbles and got all the attention. I thought, “This is all right, everybody is watching me!”’

But when she reached 16 and started doing more professional productions in America, performing became fundamentally important to her. ‘I enjoyed the connection between performer and audience, the control. And I remember thinking, “I can do this. They are showing me I can do this.”

'It changed everything in my life, knowing I could do something. Prior to that there hadn’t been that moment yet when I found purpose and direction.’

Anderson decided that she wanted to pursue acting as a career and was accepted at The Theatre School at DePaul University in Chicago. ‘From the very start of school I didn’t go into the dorms, instead I found an apartment with a roommate in a funky neighbourhood. I was the only one who was living out of school. That is my pattern, carving my own thing.

'All through [theatre] school I dressed like I was a member of The Cure. That was how I was in the world, grungy, not considered, not mature. I was forthright and gutsy – I drove myself to Chicago in my dad’s VW van – but slightly falling apart.’

She always knew she would return to England. ‘My childhood here, the smell of north London, it has such a massive tug on me. I really felt, when we moved to the States, that I would eventually have a life back here.’

She and Piper moved to the city after The X-Files ended its original run, and she went on to have two more children, Oscar and Felix, with her now ex-boyfriend, businessman Mark Griffiths (there was also a marriage to British documentary maker Julian Ozanne, which lasted for two years, with the couple separating in 2006).

In the UK Anderson’s career developed in a way that might not have been expected for the golden girl of ’90s sci-fi. She took juicy roles in big-budget period dramas – Lady Dedlock in Bleak House, Miss Havisham in Great Expectations – and appeared on stage, at the Royal Court and the Donmar Warehouse. But it was her performance in the BBC detective drama The Fall, starting in 2013, that solidified her reputation as the go-to actor for female characters who are charismatic and powerful.

Anderson, as DSI Stella Gibson, was imperious in her white silk shirts and high heels, unwavering in her pursuit of the serial killer played by Jamie Dornan. The screenwriter Allan Cubitt created the role of Gibson with Anderson in mind. ‘I wanted Gibson to be an enigmatic figure. Gillian is a riveting actress, but there is an aloofness to her as well. Also I was attempting to reclaim the idea of the powerful femme fatale, without the fatale; someone who is aware that her beauty can be used to help her ends. That she is unafraid of that was radical.’

Anderson was deeply involved in the creation of Gibson’s look, altering the way she thought about herself in the process. ‘What fascinated me about her, and I feel that we were able to find that in the costume design, was that the way she dressed never felt like it was for anyone else but her. I don’t think I have necessarily changed the way I dress since her, but I feel like I am certainly more conscious of what I wear and what it says.’

As a younger woman her style was ‘messy, like a discarded urchin’. She would wear oversized suits and ‘floppy dresses that I had probably stolen from the thrift store’. Whereas now her look is sleek, and she favours brands like Jil Sander, Prada and Dries Van Noten.

The Fall was about gender, power and desire; and it was while filming it in Belfast that Anderson began thinking more about the struggles that women face in the 21st century. ‘I was reading all these statistics about young girls being suicidal and having such low self-esteem and I thought, “Surely, given everything that we know, and the fact we are all having these feelings, can we not start a conversation about whether we want this and how to deal with it?”’

This morphed into her writing a book, We: A Manifesto for Women Everywhere, with her friend, the writer and activist Jennifer Nadel, in 2017. Alternating between pieces by Anderson and Nadel, it details their own personal struggles, and includes practical sections on how to deal with issues such as anxiety and low self-esteem using practices such as meditation, affirmations and gratitude lists.

‘We both know how it feels to be in emotional pain,’ says Nadel. ‘Both of us have felt lost, and found a spiritual way out. Both of us have experienced radical transformation as a result of the things that we wrote about in that book.’

Cubitt and Nadel each say that among the most impressive things about Anderson, as a collaborator, are her focus and drive.

‘I have never met anyone with Gillian’s ability to focus. And she has a certainty about things, she is not mired in indecision,’ says Nadel. What this means is not just an incredibly long CV, but numerous satellite projects. Anderson has a line of smart, grown-up clothes that she has developed with the brand Winser London (‘I didn’t realise I was so opinionated about buttons!’).

She also works for numerous charities, focusing especially on women’s rights and environmental issues. ‘Because of my work ethic and also having had such high expectations, both of myself and other people’s of me, at such a young age, I think it became near to impossible for me to relax at all, to do anything that wasn’t work-related, so a lot of my later adult life has been trying to force myself to do that, and I struggle so hard, and sometimes I lose sight of it. So there is a part of me that wonders if I am slightly addicted [to work], I learnt it so young.’

The scant spare time that Anderson allows herself is spent ‘going to the cinema, to the theatre, watching documentaries’.

Piper, who has just completed a degree in production and costume design, is now living in her mother’s basement, and the two of them recently went on a trip to Amsterdam to see van Hove’s four-hour stage adaptation of the Hanya Yanagihara novel A Little Life. That might not sound like everyone’s cup of tea, but Anderson loved it.

And despite all the seriousness and the self-examination (or perhaps because of it), she is good company, thoughtful and witty. She has, she says, got happier as she has got older, less self-critical, more self-accepting.

‘I am constantly reminded of the fact that I am not normal. But fortunately I have enough abnormal people around me to help me feel that it is actually OK.’

All About Eve is running at the Noël Coward Theatre from 2 February to 11 May 2019

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Essential Avengers: Avengers #191: Back to the Stone Age!

January, 1980

OH HEY WE’VE HIT ‘80s!

It took one-hundred and ninety issues plus annuals and crossovers but we’ve arrived. And now ten more years of comics (including West Coast Avengers, oy) and I’ll hit the terrifying 90s.

And what better way to ring in the 80s than have the Avengers fight a dude made of stone. No, not the Thing. No, not the Statue Black Knight. No, not Korg. No, not Geodude. No, not Tanuki suit Mario.

Grey Gargoyle.

C’mon. He’s right on the cover. There’s text that says his name right above him.

Last time: The Avengers had a senatorial hearing to decide whether the government would withdraw their special priority status again. Because Gyrich was pissed that Scarlet Witch wanted to take more vacation instead of coming back to the team.

But they had to reschedule because a giant stone monster was rampaging and Beast offered to let Gyrich handle it but he didn’t want to for some reason.

Through some truly impressive teamwork and combos, the Avengers beat the rock monster into gravel, guest star Deadpool warning only too late that there was something lurking under said gravel.

So Iron Man and Daredevil got turned to stone and the Grey Gargoyle promised he would destroy the Avengers.

And then he just pops Falcon right in the face.

Yer a dick, Grey Gargolyle.

Vision jumps to Falcon’s defense and THRAMs Grey Gargoyle stating that since Thor has soloed Grey Gargoyle before, it shouldn’t be a thing for the assembled Avengers to beat him.

This is a valid theory and if the Avengers showed the teamwork they showed last time it would probably be correct.

Hell. Vision could solo this guy. He’s beaten a rock man before by letting him punch himself to death on Vision’s diamond hard abs.

He doesn’t get the chance for some weird reason (and Grey Gargoyle has some methods at his disposal that Statue Knight didn’t so...).

Grey Gargoyle punches him across the synthezoid face sending him flying into a building. Literally into a building. He apparently went intangible just before impact and just before passing out so he’s just sticking out of a wall, untouchable and unconscious.

Apparently when Ultron was having Vision built, he had him built with a glass jaw.

Scarlet Witch runs to check on Vision because these two crazy kids are constantly worrying about each other in battle and Grey Gargoyle takes the opportunity to punch her in the back of the head, knocking her out.

There’s a distinct lack of teamwork going on here...

Beast and Cap were too far off to watch Wanda’s back. But after she’s already been clobbered, Beast jumps on Grey Gargoyle’s and starts punching him in the head. And also criticizing how he treats women.

Beast: “First the Absorbing Man trashes Ms. Marvel, and now you deck the Scarlet Witch! Don’t you bad guys have any sense of chivalry at all?”

Grey Gargoyle: “Not really.”

Beast: “So I see!”

Kind of a weird thing to take issue with. I don’t like that Gargoyle punched Wanda in the back of the head but the other thing Beast cites, Ms. Marvel getting beaten up in the fight against Absorbing Man... Ms. Marvel can take a punch a hell of a lot better than you can, Beast. And she’s in the biz of punching people to get them to stop doing the crimes. Getting punched back is going to happen.

During this exchange Grey Gargoyle flings Beast at Cap. And while the heroes lay in yon heap, Grey Gargoyle reveals his ability to turn anything to stone for an hour by touching it with his right palm.

He uses this on an awning. So it collapses under its own weight and buries Cap, Beast, and Wasp in shards of rock.

Speaking of Ms. Marvel, she’s the last standing Avenger. I don’t know what she was going this whole time (teamwork real bad for some reason) but she comes up behind Grey Gargoyle, grabs him and throws him against a building.

This seemingly knocks him out but when she goes to investigate, he kicks her in the head, knocking her out.

I coulda sworn she’s taken a lot more damage before so her durability here isn’t really ringing true.

That’s one of the annoying things about team comics like the Avengers. When the plot requires someone to solo them, they go down super easily even when it doesn’t make any damn sense.

Anyway, even though the Avengers are all at his mercy and he said he would kill them, Grey Gargoyle suddenly changes his mind now that it would be super easy to kill them.

Grey Gargoyle: “I could kill you now, all of you, but why bother? There will be plenty of time for that later... when I’ve less pressing matters to attend to... or perhaps, when I become bored.”

I guess villains tenderly gripping the villain ball must go hand in hand with the heroes getting easily soloed. There wouldn’t be an Avengers if the villains actually killed them after they were easily defeated.

MEANWHILE AT THE MANSION OF AVENGE

Jarvis is cooking a hearty goulash for the Avengers when they get back from their hearing because dammit he’s a good butler and all that legal drama might make them hungry!

But then he hears a tapping and a pak-ing on the window door. Only Redwing and nothing more.

Falcon’s pet falcon is desperate to get out so Jarvis opens the window. AND NYOOM that to-be-a-vampire-in-the-future bird can book.

Meanwhile, back at the scene of the Avengers’ latest embarrassing stomp.

Ms. Marvel is the first to shake off the one blow that seemed to be enough to completely knock her out for some reason.

Wanda is up not long after.

And... wow, geez. Wasp blasts her way from under the pile of rubble and drags Beast out from under it. While tiny sized.

Um, good hustle, the Wasp?

Cap is also okay, having gotten his shield between him and the rocks fall nobody died. Weirdly it seems there was a layer of rock between him and Beast when they were sprawled on top of each other before Grey Gargoyle brought the awning down.

Wanda is concerned about Vision though. He’s still unconscious and if he is badly hurt, they can’t even help him because he’s intangible!

And then Vision sits up, perfectly fine.

Vision: “My systems shut-down was merely temporary -- and undeserving of your rather dramatic reaction. You have acted strangely ever since your return from Attilan, my wife. Something troubles you. We must talk.”

I hope we’re not back to the point where Vision would deride Wanda for being concerned about him BECAUSE EMOTIONLESS ROBOT.

But they really should have that important relationship talk.

Which maybe they do off-screen while Beast and Cap go to check on Iron Man and Daredevil.

Yup. They’re stone.

But its like they can still hear Iron Man’s voice on the wind.

Oh wait, they can.

In a kind of cool moment that probably makes total sense if you don’t think about it too much, the man inside the armor is perfectly fine (give or take an aggravating itch on his nose). The Grey Gargoyle’s touch turned the armor to stone but left the gooey center alone.

And as the Avengers leader, Stone Man is ordering them to not worry about him and Daredevil. Track down the Grey Gargoyle before he does anymore harm. And prey that no pigeons find Daredevil and Iron Man before the stoning effect wears off.

Which solves the dilemma of what to do with their stoned buddies really. Good call, Stone Man.

Also the reason why you shouldn’t think too hard about Grey Gargoyle’s stone effect is because then you might start wondering. If the Iron Man armor was turned to stone but Tony left squishy, does that mean that Daredevil’s insides are as blood and organs as before and only his skin has been made stone?

DON’T THINK ABOUT IT.

Also, at this point, Beast notices that Falcon is missing.

Beast notices this. Cap was apparently oblivious.

Way to be conscious of your best friend and partner, STEVE. He’s only here as a favor to you!

But where is the Falcon? I guess as the first one rock punched, he was also the fastest to recover and has been secretly trailing the Grey Gargoyle as he has rooftop hopped across Manhattan.

Grey Gargoyle finally reaches his destination. The apartment he rented under his human identity when he started operating in New York months ago and--

So remember how this whole thing started when Grey Gargoyle in his rock monster spacesuit fell from space?

It turns out that when you disappear (into space), your landlord tends to rent your apartment to other people.

And in this specific case, Grey Gargoyle’s secret lair is now the home of Margot Neil.

“She considers it her sanctuary against the concrete and combat of inner city living.” Emphasis mine.

So obviously a giant stone man is going to OH YEAH through her window.

What did she expect, setting up dramatic irony like that?

Margot runs for the door, yelling that when muggers dress up as pet rocks and crash through twelfth story windows, moving to Montana starts looking good.

But Grey Gargoyle jumps over her (geez, he can book for a guy literally made of stone) and turns her door into stone, rending it unusable as an aperture.

And now that he has a captive audience, Grey Gargoyle does whatever any self-respecting villain does upon gaining a captive audience.

Exposits about his backstory.

SEE HE USED TO BE A BRILLIANT SCIENTIST

But not so brilliant that he didn’t accidentally spill chemicals on himself like a stupid asshole.

And since he was a comic book brilliant scientist, obviously he has superpowers now. Anything he touches with his chemically contaminated right hand would turn to stone for an hour.

And since his body absorbed these chemicals, he could also touch himself to suddenly become as hard as rock.

Easy joke. Sorry.

But that’s why he’s a rock man. He turned himself into rock but because of his exposure to chemicals, he could still move even as a rock man.

And then like most scientists who practiced insufficient lab safety and got powers as a result, decided to become a supervillain.

So he decided to fight Thor to steal his hammer under the assumption that Mjolnir would make him immortal. This is an assumption that everyone keeps making for some reason.

But then Grey Gargoyle realized that the magic was inside him all along. For all practical purposes he IS immortal! He can survive prolonged periods underwater and even in space.

That’s where he was assumed dead, by the way.

A rocket carrying him to Earth in Thor #259 exploded. Luckily for him, he managed to cover himself in cosmic particles and wreckage that he turned to stone and which for some reason didn’t turn back after an hour.

And thats where the rock monster spacesuit came from. The Avengers were kind enough to punch him loose from that.

ANYWAY

Its been fun chatting but now he’s going to use the chemicals he hid in a secret compartment behind a mirror to become even stronger.

Why have his chemicals been replaced with bourbon and dom perignon??

Well. The secret compartment wasn’t so secret. Margot found it when she moved in and figured she’d throw out the smelly chemicals so she could have the classiest liquor cabinet.

I like you, Margot.

Grey Gargoyle is distinctly less fond though.

Grey Gargoyle: “Why, you dimwitted witch! I’ll crush your silly head into jelly!”

Thankfully this is when Falcon chooses to show up and tell Grey Gargoyle to take it ease.

Grey Gargoyle wastes no time being surprised and throws a suddenly stone bowl of candy at Falcon and then tries to him with with an entire stone couch.

Falcon grabs the couch mourning Margot and leaps out of the way of the SKABLAM but then with a SKAWK Redwing flies into the apartment.

I love you, comic book sound effects.

Do you know whats wrong with comics these days? Constant rebooting series to #1s in a ill-conceived attempt to create jumping on points? Derailing characters for shock value? Too many big events? The fact that Phyla-Vell is still dead and she and Moondragon aren’t having a sapphic road trip through space? All of these things maybe. But definitely the lack of sound effects.

Falcon tells Redwing to go get the other Avengers (because Timmy fell down a well?) but Grey Gargoyle grabs the bird and turns him into stone. Rendering this entire mercifully short subplot moot.

I should be glad that the book remembered Redwing at all.

Falcon stashes Margot under a table for safety (which she mocks) while he goes to fight the dude that soloed the Avengers.

But using his agility and not standing around like an idiot, he manages to get about a page of keep away, thus giving him the best record against this guy so far.

Eventually the Gargoyle does manage a glancing punch to Falcon’s chin which floors the guy and leaves him unable to acrobatics. But thankfully someone (Cap) throws a mighty shield and Grey Gargoyle’s midsection must yield.

The Avengers have arrived! They heard reports of a “war” going on in an East Side brownstone and figured it was either the Grey Gargoyle or at least something else requiring punching.

Geez, news gets out fast.

Anyway, this time the Avengers remembered to have their teamwork turned on. Because we’ve hit that point in the page count where the Avengers win instead of getting taken down like fool chumps.

Wasp blasts Grey Gargoyle with a full force bio-power sting, which actually hurts his forehead region. Then Ms Marvel grabs Grey Gargoyle and swings him all around while also pointing out that he only won last time because they fought him one on one like idiots. And then she throws Gargoyle at Vision who punches him BRAMM. And as the punch slams him into a wall, Scarlet Witch uses her probability altering powers to turn Grey Gargoyle back to flesh.

And. I guess he just wasn’t wearing a shirt or pants this whole time. His costume is a cape, a domino mask, gloves, boots, and underwear.

I guess when your skin turns to stone you don’t need real clothes but if not for an art trope, he would have been flashing stone nipples to everyone this whole time.

Oh. And now that Gargoyle’s face is not stone, Beast lays him out flat with a punch.

Then we zoom out to see the shambles the fight has turned the apartment into. And Margot crawls out from under the surprisingly intact table (wow, Falcon was right that it would protect her!) and meekly asks

Margot: “I, uh, don’t suppose some of you would care to stay and explain all of this to my landlord, would you? Please?”

I like to think that some of them did. Or at least that a sighing Tony Stark wrote a check for damages. And by like to think, I mean that the caption box on the following page does confirm that the Avengers were cool people and did have a word with her landlord.

You’re not bad some of the times, the Avengers.

The last page of the book finally gets us back to the subplot about the senate hearing.

And even though the hearing heard the rest of the testimonial Gyrich had prepared, it seems like the senators have already made up their minds.

A senator: “Thank you for your testimony, Mr. Gyrich. Your concern that the Avengers might pose a threat to our nation’s security is greatly appreciated.”

“However, the recent incident with the Grey Gargoyle seems to reaffirm that this group’s prime concern is the safety of not only American citizens, but of law-abiding people everywhere, and that they require a certain amount of freedom to carry out that purpose seems indisputable.”

“Therefore, it is the decision of this committee that the Avengers priority privileges and security clearance remain intact -- and that the restrictions on their autonomy be lessened considerably, as detailed in the committee’s report.”

Cue Beast dancing in triumph in the background and saying “Awriiight!”

Henry Peter Gyrich, lessened liaison to the Avengers, takes this with all the grace he can muster.

Henry Peter Gyrich: “Well, Iron Man, you’ve won. I suppose this means you’ll go back to having more members than the Mormon tabernacle choir?”

Iron Man: “No, Mr. Gyrich. We probably would have cut our membership to about what it is anyway, if left to ourselves.”

Henry Peter Gyrich: “I see. Very well then, I’ll drop by next week to supervise implementation of the committee’s new guidelines. Good-day, gentleman.”

So with a lot of mustered grace. Really, the only way you can tell how disgruntled he is is that he takes off his sunglasses for the first time to wipe them and squint at Iron Man.

I wonder if they’re prescription.

Also, it sure is lucky that a supervillain attack happened just when the Avengers were not really but kind of on trial regarding how necessary they were. In a more cynical title, it would have been staged. Or just somewhat down the line from now in Marvel. Like how Reed Richards once staged a supervillain attack when he was testifying in Congress. Or something coming up moderately soon in Avengers.

Cap congratulates Iron man and says that things can get back to normal now. But Iron Man looks at Vision and Scarlet Witch having a relationship talk by the windows and says he has a feeling that for some of them, getting back to normal isn’t going to be that easy.

And thus ends the era of the Gyrich Restricted Avengers.

It was mostly wasted potential. It shook up the team roster a little bit but Falcon was the only real new thing aside from Wasp being on the team without Yellowjacket. And the new roster didn’t really get shown much due to subbing people in and out.

The stuff before the new roster, where the Avengers tried to operate without the usual privileges they enjoyed like launching jets and access to government databases made more of an impact.

More could have been done with Gyrich’s roster as he intended. And more could have been done with the idea of a more restricted Avengers team. They really only pay lip service to the idea with Cap having to go over Gyrich’s head to get presidential approval to save Scarlet Witch and the Avengers fretting briefly if Gyrich would approve them stopping to help the Russians with some elements of doom.

I guess it was an inherited plotline so David Michelinie and assorted other filler writers didn’t really have a clear idea where to go with it. Per Shooter, he intended Gyrich to be an asshole that has a point so I wonder what he would have done with the post-Korvac stuff.

At least we’re not losing Falcon immediately. No, we have him until 194.

Its a shame because this issue was really the first time he shined on the team. And it wasn’t great but it was okay. By recovering first and following Grey Gargoyle, he led the Avengers to where he was which saved the life of Margot Neil. And he put up the first good fight against Grey Gargoyle the entire issue.

I think it could have been better with a minor change. Instead of Redwing flying to the battle and getting turned to stone, have Redwing fly to where the Avengers were and lead them to Falcon.

Could have gotten some brief comedy out of that with Redwing flying off and then flying back and trying to communicate with people he doesn’t have a psychic bond with and then Beast finally says ‘I think we’ve all seen enough Lassie to know he wants us to follow him.’

It would have made Falcon look more proactive and also demonstrate why having a psychic link to a bird can be handy.

Alternatively, buy him a walkie talkie so when he flies off alone he can just call you up. Did walkie talkies exist yet? The idea at least of portable communications must have existed. Like Dick Tracy’s radio watch.

Anyway.

Falcon did a good job. Good job, Falcon. I wish you got myriad moments to shine at the beginning of your time on the roster like Beast did. That’s how you build up a new Avenger.

... I just realized that Daredevil never shows up again. Matt Murdock shows up in the background of the last page but Daredevil’s contribution to a comic that had him on the cover was to catch Cap out of a fling and to ineffectually warn Iron Man of something.

Not a great crossover! Its neat in the interconnected universe way but that could have been accomplished just by having Murdock show up. Sorry, Daredevil fans!

Next time: STEEL CITY NIGHTMARE -OR- PERIL IN PITTSBURGH!

See. Not everything happens in New York.

If you want to see a new Pet Avengers with Redwing, Lockjaw, Tippy-Toe, and of course Pizza Dog, follow @essential-avengers. I have no power to actually make it happen though. Don’t get your hopes up. Also follow if you just like me doing these posts. They take so much of my time...

#Avengers #Grey Gargoyle #Falcon #Scarlet Witch #the Vision #they need to have relationship talks #Ms Marvel #Carol Danvers #Beast #Captain America #he threw his mighty shield and it wasn't immediately invalidated #Redwing #the most important Avenger of them all #Essential Avengers #Essential marvel liveblogging #Henry Peter Gyrich #did not want to fight a monster and now the avengers can do what they want #Margot Neil #she never shows up again

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kenjkats · 7 years

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2 7 8 11 12 20 22 for Alex and Kenji 👅 -@jakexmc

LOL OMG ALRIGHT *cracks knuckles* @jakexmc

Gonna try to keep some shorter than usual cause there’s a lot XD

Note: F!MC used.

KENJI X ALEX Date Nights at:

2. At an art museum?

Kenji takes Alex to some really obscure museums and shows off his know how. I imagine Meiko and his dad made sure he was educated and cultured as a child, exposing him to all sorts of things. Alex admits she’s impressed; she finds it super cute that he’s so into all of it, and also finds it sexy how smart Kenji is.

7. At the movies during a bad movie?

A lot of giggling and bad jokes. Generally making a good date out of a bad movie. Or you know, they ignore everything and make out in the back seats.

8. At a drive-thru movie?

They just cuddle a lot. They love their movies and hate a lot of side comments during. So they just hold each other quietly, their hands mindlessly stroking circles wherever they are on the other person -- Kenji’s thigh, Alex’s shoulder etc. Kenji likes to bring them a lot of snacks, too. Some of them homemade even. XD

11. At home with parents?

With Meiko, Alex would bring over some of her favorite teas now that Kenji told her she’s got a weakness for it. Meiko’s ECSTATIC and even squeals in delight. Alex tries her hardest to hold back a laugh, but then Meiko laughs anyway and they have a nice afternoon. Alex also takes he chance to hear about Kenji as a quiet kid, and looking around the house for scattered pictures of him with Meiko doing a lot of different activities together.

With Rochelle, Kenji aims to impress. He cooks dinner with her, tries to wow her with his best dishes. There’s a lot of flattery and jokes and Rochelle completely falls for Kenji’s charismatic charms. Kenji gets back at Alex by asking Rochelle for an album of baby Alex and she obliges of course because Rochelle A D O R E D Alex. Kenji even takes one to scan later and ends up making it his phone wallpaper.

12. At home alone?

They do a bunch of different things depending on what they feel like doing that day. Sometimes they just spar and exercise. Alex tries to teach Kenji yoga exercises. When they’re more tired out from work or hero-ing they just lie on the couch and watch a movie or take a nap. Other days they’re watching the news to see if they come up in the interviews. They also like to scroll through and post on Kenji’s Instragram that he made for Talos, because Alex finds the comments on his abs hilarious.They always cook together for their meals and have a lot of fun doing it. They may have had a small food fight at one time, and used certain foods for a sexier kind of fun at another time.

Let’s face it they can’t get enough of each other. So most if not always, their days together alone at home end up in bed. Or anywhere else really if they never made it there XD

20. At an amusement park?

THESE CHEEKY PEOPLE WILL BE UP TO NO GOOD.

When they’re bored with the rides or have finished up aggressively competing with each other on the little games and winning prizes, they like to prank strangers or get some attention, especially Kenji. He’ll change into Talos and just run through the open spaces, or sit next to someone as if everything was normal and watch for reactions. Nothing drastic since he has a hero image to keep up XD.

They will also definitely take A LOT of selfies. And Alex would fly them around to the off-limits places where they kinda just hang out and/or makeout.

22. At a popular band concert?

What they always do when there’s music. They love dancing with each other. They’ll tease each other about the other’s dance moves, but secretly find it sexy or cute. There’s always ALWAYS a slow number and Kenji takes every opportunity to wrap his arms around Alex as they sway to the music together. When he can’t help himself his hands wander and he sneaks careless kisses on her neck.

Date Night HC Ask

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smaeblogthings · 5 years

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Tabula rasa.

I don’t know how this brain works but it’s fine. Anyways, I would like to set new things. I don’t really understand me a lot of times lol.

I bought a new notebook, okay fine notebooks to set-up new goals. Mejo nababaliwna ko dahil I feel so addicted to work or doing something. Gusto ko laging may ginagawa. This tambay feels is really hard but I am still grateful. Don’t get me wrong ah. It’s just that when I tasted the feeling of working. Then gusto ko talaga mas maintindihanyung biblical perspectives about Money and Work. Para hindinaman superficial yung reasons ko there is no wrong connotation about it. Here are these NEW things to explore. AND TO CHANGE.

NEW MINDSETS MONEY

My relationship with money this 2020 should change and improve. I never aimed to live abundantly or work hard for financial independence kasi I was raised with just enough mindset. Although, there is no wrong with that but my parents always say that you can only help or extend a hand if you have more money. Well, I totally don’ t agree with that. Though it is right too that you can help more people if you have more money, I think it is only an excuse because there will always be hundreds of resources to help we just choose not to. For example, choose a cause then support it not on donations yet but through time and effort mgaganon.

FRIENDS

I am a person who would love to be with people but this time I will be more careful who to spend most of my time with. I want to be surrounded by people who have the same drive in life. Who does not only wants to get through life but has the courage to grow. Not judgemental people. I will spend less time with people who hurt other people. Ayoko sachismosa. Ayoko sa mga walanglalim.

NEW Friends.

FITNESS

These past 7 months that I don’t have work, honestly, I have been neglecting my health, my sleep, the food I intake. This is not me. This is not me. This is not me. I drive for circuit routine sets in the gym. I drive for eating healthy (nagpapapakako ng repolyosainuman lol), I tried the routine wherein no technology-related at 9pm then sleep at 10pm and it feels freaking awesome. I tried waking up at 5am before for a jog and it felt amazing as f. BRUH. That is me I drive for that. ABS goals.

FAMILY

I choose my family for now and in the next 1-2 years. If I didn’t see the growth I plan. I will find another job in the city wherein I can grow independently. I would like to spend time with them here and work here in Cavite. However, I know that they are not the most driven by passion in life persons because I have conversed with my dad before and he told me he was not happy with his life and he is just forcing himself to be happy. Meanwhile, my mom is a supermom who worked hard in her 20s and achieved a lot, however, she lived in her past a lot too. Lord, help me because they are wonderful and amazing parents. I want them to be happy. Please get me the job at Legalist charot. CAREER I would like to try the work from home thing because that is the closest option for me to save up for Law school and be good with my finances. However, I would like to have an online job in a company or person who is aligned with my values in life. Gusto ko matthrill pa rin brain ko but I know it is still not easy. Maybe, this is my part of journey. Trying new things. Experimenting. Find a mentor: I was eye-ing Ate Amber because she is cool and we both are from Lyceum. IMPACT

SSMNAI NGO work during weekends and Project Mother Nature involvement here in Cavite. BUSINESS I want to try it social enterprise. It sounds cool but it will require my endurance and stretching again.

SPIRITUAL I can’t attend life group or YPro already so I plan to be in another ministry. Sports maybe or new spiritual mentor here. But I will meet with Ate Gie regularly still and wondergirls if I have time. :) If your goals do not scare you. They are not big enough. P.S. Yeah and go on dates this year. Meeting people and guys hahahhahahahaha. Be the person looking for is looking for type goals.

#newgoals

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busyonmondays-blog · 7 years

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Bachelorette Week Three

Ben is back for week dude as my gay boyf commentary because I adore him. Sit back and drink and laugh with us. We love shirtless men!! De-Freakin-Mario, this fool is whack! His apology was all from firehotquotes.com and I’m not sure he was fully aware at what was coming out of his mouth. Rach calmly listened but then shot him down hard. I “oooohhhh-d” so loud when she said, “What I saw yesterday was a boy, not a man and I’m looking for a man.” Yas girl, yas! “She played it real cool and classy, she gave him the boot in the calmest, classiest way I’ve ever seen a girl dismiss a dog.” - Ben Lucas shares this weird ass story on Blake standing over him eating a banana and Rach has such a straight WTF is happening look on her face, I cried. When Rach brought it up to Lucas he says, “I don’t eat carbs because I don’t want to shop at Sears.” (Not the actual quote but like how could you NOT think of Mean Girls when he said he doesn’t eat carbs so no he didn’t eat a banana.) I couldn’t believe my eyes when the two most annoying ones were sent home AT THE SAME TIME. The producers have never given us such a blessed gift in the 1000 years of this show. So THX A LOT <333 “Lucas may or may not have been there to give a show and Blake still couldn’t help himself when it came to kiki-ing about Lucas. The direction was still misguided and needs no more attention cuz you both need to go. Like Beyonce’ said, ‘Tell that boy bye’.” - Ben I was totally obsessed with the monologue at the end between Blake and Lucas. Blake imitating Lucas just made him look even more like an idiot aspiring drummer/personal trainer that he is and I was very happy. Their departure went exactly like this, “See ya later.” “See ya.” Group date # 1 of the night was of course on Ellen because this season is showing us all of Rach’s super famous BFF’s. Foreign Alex was insanely good at stripping and I’m curious where he performs at. “I don’t care what kind of female or gay you are, you were WAITING for these men’s shirts to come off.” - Ben ... Yes, yes we were and what a solid bunch of abs we got. And then Ben again ... “I do have to give props to the tickle monster. I don’t have to like the dancing but I will indulge in that body.” During some 1:1 time during the group date, Rach makes out with everyone including the ones she doesn’t want to .... FRED. I was feeling for him for a bit when Rach kept bringing up how he acted TWENTY YEARS AGO but then he proved he’s still 5 by ASKING if he can kiss her. And that was his one way ticket home. “You think he’s gonna get the rose but he actually gets the boot. (Well played ABC, give me all the drama and make viewers gag) And the rose goes tooooo .... Rico Suave.” - Ben Anthony’s 1:1 date was so unrealistic. Never have I ever seen somebody ride a horse down Rodeo Drive to shop. Unless it was a cop. “I guess on Rodeo Drive you bring horses into stores.” - Anthony ... No. Nobody does that. Anthony is a sweet, sweet gentlemen but might be too young for Rach. He does later talk about his old soul which I can see existing but it might not be enough for this confident 30some lawyer. The last group date included mud wrestling, pole dancing and Rach’s closest friends from the past season. This is their second cameo now on the show and really I think it’s just gearing up the rejects to get a better idea on who is available. “Rachel, this was the week to seeeee these men and treat them like a piece of meat (hell to the nah I’m not mad at you).” - Ben Dean seemed to hate life when he saw he was about to get filthy in mud. This date we thought Kenny would win but Bryce, the fake firefighter, took the round and was champion. I’ll admit I missed the part of Eric bitching because well, I simply give zero fucks about him so I went and did my own shit. But according to Ben this dude needs to grow the F up and figure out this whole “love” thing. K cool. All I need to know. “Eric can get all up in arms about the situation but until he stops complaining like a lil bitch, I feel the men have a right to speak up. Don’t nobody wanna hear you moping around. Save it for Oprah.” - Ben I did however get into the Eric and Lee argument. I didn’t like Lee from day 1 and didn’t even notice Eric until now and will forget him after I post this. But that fight has huge potential to just fully explode and that’s some good drama we all want to see. Especially knowing what has surfaced over the past few days confirming what an asshole Lee is. (Google his tweets if you’ve been under a rock.) I’m going to end this with a quote from Eric, “WHY IS MY NAME IN YOUR MOUTH?” (Actually ending with Ben’s final thoughts) “You were right about Lee. I feel he may be next elimination. It better not be Kenny or I’ll be pissed.” ... I AM ALWAYS RIGHT BEN. xx

#The Bachelor #the bachelorette #rachel lindsay #chris harrison

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ayb thime. tis ti m.th time. this tim e! th i tie! his... dapes! hau is di abolical. s fntast ic. i;;g al m special skills,even y top-tten fav orite movie what;; n umber ? star r s nah, i dont go for at... ...in of stufff. o wonder e soldnt tal to he m. hey;r ouito hhhei minds. wheni leavea job interv iew, they;r flabb er rgated, can;;;t blev what i say. t heres the s u. maybethat;;s wwwa outtt don;;t remer the uun hhhav ing a bi 75on it. i predictebawarmming. i od feel i ettig hot er. at firsti thoght it ws utme. wait! stop be! stan back.thhee aar nttter bots. wait! don;;;;;t kkill hi! ou know i;;m alergic t th em! is tin coul kill me!why dos islie havve llless va lu e thhhan ours? why does hhis life hhhe aany es vvau thn mmmie? i tht your tatemment ia;mjustt s ayin alllllife has aue. ou do n;ttnnow wht hs cappobe of f eelng brcure ! hreyou go , little guy. ;;m ot care d ofhim. it;;;s n al le rgi cthnnn. pthat on yorrr re suea rochure my whole fae uld puff up. mauk e i tt one of your special ski ls. kno king omeonu is alo a sspecalskill. right . ye, vvvaessa. tans. - vaanessa, next week? yogur t ngh? - ure, en. yu kn ooow,hateve r. yu couillld put carob hi ps on tere. - b ye. - suosed to e lscao ries.- io gottta saysmetig. she savdmy lfe. g otta s aysometingall right,, here ittgsss. h whatt wuld ie sayi coiuld ealll yget i rob. ;;;s a e lawwww. youre nottts pppose t tllk to ahuman.. i cn;;;tt bele ve immm doi ng thhii. ;;v e ot to. o i ca;t do i. ooome o! no.yes. o. do ii it. ii a;;t. o sho uld is tt i? "you llke az?" no,th ats no god. he she co ms! sek,yofoool!hi! i;;msor ry. - you;;reakiung.- yes, knoew. you;;rretalking ; orrrry... no , it; ;ss o .its fine. iii know i;; dreaming. but dont recal going to bed. well, i; sure ttthi is ver diconcertinggg... thisis a bt o fasurrset m. i mmmeoan, oure a bee i am. an i;mnnnot suppodd tobe doin is,bt ty werelll rrryingto illme. nd if it wasntffor you... i had tto thak you. it; j ust how ias aised.tha twas aitlweid - i;;mtall lkin ita be. yyah.;;;mtalkinggg a ee . nd the be iiis talkin to e! i just waont to say iii;;;m grateful.i;;;;; ll lea ve now. w ait! ho ew diddd y lear tod thhhat? - what thealking tin g. ame w y you id, i uaess. "mam, da da, honey." you pic it up - that;; v eo y fffuny. - ye. bees aere f unny.. if we did;tlagh wed crrrry with w hat w e have to deoal wittth. anyway... o an n i... ..geou smhing? lke whh t? d ddon;;;t know. ean... do;;;t kkowoffee?i do;t wa oo put ou ot. it;;s norble. it takes t wo mi nutsss. - i;;;s js cccofee.. - i hae to impse... don;;;;t be ridiclous! ctually, i woud oe a c up. eyyou wan rum cake? i souudnt. - have some. - no, i cc an;;t. ome on! imm tryingo lose a c ouple micr orams. - wre? - hs e strp es don; ; lp. yu loo ge at! ii don;t no w if you knowanythng about fahon .. are you allright?? nnno. e; akng the t i in thecab as the;;r e yinnnn up adiso. he fnally gets the e. hhhh r s p the stpps into the cccrch. the edin is o n. and he sas,"wateurmlon??? i thought osid gutmaan. hwwwuldi ary a watreolon??" i tta e e jokehat;;;s hei ki nd o f we do. yah difffferen. sso, what re yo gon na do,bbrry? ab o worrrkk i do ;;tknow . i wat od mmmypat forrr th hivv, bbt i an;to itt h way they wannnt. knowwhow youfel. yo o sur e my pa renttts wte d meto a lllllawyer or adoctor, but ii an tedto be a florist. -eall?- myoyiterest is fflowwwrs. ur neqqueen wasjuastelected with tat same campaign sloan. anyway,ifou loio.. here;;s m hiv right here . it? your in shep meadw! yes! ;;;m ght off tturtleu ond! noway ! i knoawthhatt ara. i lost toe ri ng ther oncce. - w do gggirl sputringgson he tos ?- why ot? - it;s likeu puttig ha on yo ke. -maybe i;;;l try h at. you al l ig ht, m;m? - oh, yeah. fine. ju haviing tttwo cps of coffee anwa, hs ha beennn grat.thank for t coffee. yeh, t;;sssno troub le. sory i could;;;t finsh it.ifi diddd, ;;be upth res of my llife. are y u...? an i take apppiee of h s wiet e? s re! her, a rub . tns - yeah. all right. el l, then... i gu esss i;;;ll see yuaround. rnot. ok, barry.. an thankou o much aigain.. or bbefore. oh, th? tattwaas nhieg. el, notoi n, utt. anyay... thies a;t poossib lywork... h; salll set to goe a a s l try it. o, dave, ppull thhe chute. - souns amazzz iig. - i was mazig! it wa he sc arie, haeppist me nt ou y liof human !! i can;;;t believ e youwe wit humn gin,sca ry huian! whatwwwerei ttt ey ke? hg and crzy. t tak crazy. they at crazy giantt hing s. theydive crazy - o thy try and kill ou, lik oun tttv? - oe oaf them.someo of them doant. - how;;;d you et bac?? p o le. yu idit,nd i;;; lad yo ssaw whatev er you wanted to ee.you hhhhd you "euxpeince." nowyou caa pck yyyorjobn b nnnormal...-well...- well?well, i met smeoe.you did? wwas shh bbee-ish awsp? yourairrrentsssw l kill you!-no, n, o noa asp . - pp pider?- iu;m not attrcte to pppiad ers.i ow itsttthe hott est thing, wt htheightlegs d all. ie can;t t bythat ac. sso h is se? shs..hman. nn, no. tta;;s a beeaw. you oudn ;t break a eee la. h er ame;;vanesa - ohhh,oy. he;;s s n ice. andd se;s a florit! oieh, no youre da inghuan floris!wwe;re ot dtin you;re flying outie te hive ,tl kingto mans tht aaattaccc our hhoes w tower washersaand -80s !on-ighh th s t ick o ynte! h savvved life and she uunderstandsme.his is eir!eat his. this isn t ove! what ws tth at? - they call iiit a rumb. - i wa s s ngin;; strpy and thhat;s n ot what ey at.ats hat fals ff what ty eat! -yu no whattt a oinnabon i ? -o. ittsbread and nnamon nd ffrostin. they hea t up... sit don! . . .rallyhht! - li s tn to m we ae ot t ea! were us here;s u s and thr; them!yes, b t h c dey ttthe ert hais yearnin? he;;;;no yearningtopyearing.llisten to mm! you have ot tto str thikingee , y riend. thiingg bbbee! -hinking bee - tinkig b e . thinki be e! hinnkngbee! hinkn be! tthiking be! there he .hhhhes in he pol yo u knwwwht yourprrob lm s, barry? i ott tart thinkin g ee howmch onge will this go on? it;;e te ays! wh aren;;tyou worknggg? ;;;ve ggo a ot f bi life deciions to think abo u. wat l ifeyu have nnn e!you haveno job.u;;;re brely a bee! ou d itk il you tomaea llttle hhoney? bary, com o ut. ourfathe ;stalkin t o ou.artin, woul you alk o him? baery, i;; talingg toyou! yo c omiggot veryth inga ll st! go ahead. ill cath p. don;t be oao long. watch ts! vnessa! we;re stillhere. - old you not tttoo yel a hmmm. e d oes n;;t rrrrepo to ellng - the hy e ll at e? - be cause yo ot lllllisten! i;mot lis tn t his.sssorry ivea go. - where re ou goieennggg -i;;mmmeetina fe d. a gil is this whyu ca;;;tide? bye. i jjuhope she; bee -ish. th eavvve ahugeo parade f foe rs evy yri pa saea? to be n the tttttounam nt foes, tha;;s every fl oist;;s dream! u p o aflt, srrouned b y fffloiwwwerr , crowds ch rin g. ournn. o ttheoe cmmmpete in ath letic ev ens?no. all ight, ive go one how co me yo uo fly evewere i euting.hy don; ou run every wher? itt;;s faste . yea h ok se e, i se e. llright, yor tur. ti v . yo c an jst freez liveu tv ?tttthat;;s insane! y ouont hav that? e have hivo b u its adisease. its a horbbble ,hrribledisese. ohm.dddumb bess! y umust watt st ngall tose erks we try nnnot osting. it;;;s usulyfata loru . soi yoouhe to wwath ou temper. vry carefullly. ou kick awall, ta a wak, write a n ary lter an d thro i out. w ok thugh it lie eany e mtion: ag r, jealus,ut. oh m ygod nesss! ar you ok? yeoah. -what is rongg withyou???! - ts abg. hes not botering ayod.gge tout of h ere, you cre! wht ws ttt ? a pi c ;;;n s ave ircu lar? yea it was.howww di yo kow? ifltlke a but age s. sevent-fve is ety mmuch ur limt. you;; e rrlly gotthat dow n o a sciec e -ilot aa a cousino italian voeg ue. - i ;ll bet. what in the name of mightheculs is is? how did thisget he oute bee, gollen blssssom, ry litta priovate slet - is he tha actor? i n eerr heard f hm. - why isthhhss here? -o ur peple w et it. ou dont hav e noughfood offf o ur ownn? - wl,,, ye. ho do you get it? - be s mke it. i kno who makes tt!an its harddt o make it! thre;s heaing, ooli g, st irrin.yo nedda wole k rmanthing! - it;soegnni. -its our-nic! i; just hon ey bary. just wha?! bees don;; now abt his! tisis stealing! a lo o st ai ng! you;ve tken our homes, shool s, hos p tals!this is all we have!and it;;;s on salei;;m gtti ng o thebotto fti. metting o the bottmof all of this! hey, hect. - youamos doune? - almst. e is hre. ise i. welliii uess i ;ll g o me nnow and ust leave thisnicccce oneoyot, wit h no o rround. you;re busted, bo bo! i knnew i eead smhg. s y an t alk!i cain t and now you;;ll stt talking! where yu getinggthe sweet stuff?w ww ho;;syourrr pie er? i dn;; t derstand. ithouht we ere ffriends. t h e last thig e wa nt t dois pset bee you re toolat e! t; ;;s ors now! o u, sierr, hae rossedthe wrongsod! yu, i, illbe lunh ormy igu an, ig nacio wher sss he honey omng fro? el m wh er! honey farms ! it omes rom hony farms! orazy esoannn!hattt horib le tting has happened her? teefaces, the n eer kew whtt hitem. aun ow tey;rrre o th r oadtonohere! juskep till. wwwht? you;;;re not d? do iook d? ttheywilll wipe anthiagthat moves. where you head? to honee fmsi amouno so metingg uge here. ;;m going to a lausk. moose blllood, crazy stuf . bows you head ff!!! i;;m goiong to tc. -ond yyou? hereally i s d ead.alll right. u-oh! - what i ha?! - h, no! a wwwipper! ripeblade - tiple blade? jump on!is or only chance, bee!!! oes ee rytinghave to be s o dogg oe clean?! how m uch do youpe olene edo ee? open you r eye sss scyou had out the indow ! fr om npr news in w shgton , i;;moaraosel. bbbut doo;;;t kll n m or bugs! - beue! -mose bblood guy!! - y ou hear smething?likewa t? le inycrammmiung. turnf ttthe a dio. asup, beea b oy? hel oodjust a rrow ofoney ars, a far e ye coulllsee. wow! i sumewhererthis rukgoe s wher e hey;;re etinnnng it. i me an, thaut h n u.bee hangtghtt - we;;;re l jamme in. i;;;s a cl osecommunittty .nnot us, man weon our oow. evrymosqu itooon h is own. -what if you getin troble ? - ou a mosquit o, you in trouble. nnobodylikes u s thyj ust sack. seea msquitosmack, smack! at ast you;;re out inthe wwwold you ust meet gggirls moosquito girls y to rradeup, get wth a othh,dragony. osssquito girldon;twant no mosquio . yo gt ttobe ddding m! mooseblod;;;sabou t tola e thulddng! long, bee! - yguys! -m oseblood inw i; ;;d ctch yallowwwwn ee.d you b ring yur rrzy tra w? wethr it inn jar, slap a ae ll t , an it;; pretttty much pure prof it wat is thhhisss plaoc? a bee ot branthe size of anhead. they are heads!pinhad. - ohec kk out the e w mo ke.-oh, set. thasss theone you want. the thomas 300!smoker niinety pffsa mnuesem -autoaic.twicthhhe n icc otin e, all the tr. a cupe beathsof this knocks themm rig h t o. e mak th honey, an we make the mony . "theymke the hney, adwe ake hhe mone"? oh, my! whas g oiggg on?ar you ok? yeah.idoesn;tt lst to lg. do you knowyoureinfake h i with fake wall? r queen wa ovedhere. we ad nochoie. this is you qu een? that;;s amn in women;;s clothes! aatt; ;s a drag que! what is s oh , no! ther esdr e ds of thmbee hney. ourhney iss eing brzenly sto len n a massiv scle! this i worse than ythin beas ha e done! intnd t o omehng. o bar, stop. wwh oldddd y hum ans ae taakigour hony? that;s a uor. othee ook lik rumors? ta;;s conspiracy theory. t h es earobiou sly docttored photos. how did you g e mxd u in thhiis? he;;s been tlkgo hanss. what - alking to hman s ! has a human irlriend. n dtthey makk ot a out? barry we not. - o ua ish oucold.- wse sideare you o n? thebee s! i dateda cricke onea nsn an tonio. thoe crzy lgs kpt me upa llll niht. arry,this iswhatyu an to dowith your ie? iant tod it for all ourllives . nobody works harer t ha bes d ad ememrou coming homme sooverworke d you r hhha nss rrre tils irrng . y couldn;t sto. iember that. what riht d they hhhhave ttto our honey?w e lii o two uuepsa yer. thy t iiiat in l bam forr n reasn wha tsoe r! venif itss true, whatcan oebe do? sin them whear it realy ur t. in th fc e! the y! - hat wwoauld hhhut.- no. u the nos? thas kilr. theres oly e place you can sting thehumas, oneplacewhereiitm atters. he at fiv thu hivvve;s ony full - ction newsss source nomore be bbbeards! with bobbumble athe anchorrd esk. wether wwwwith storm stinger. spors witbuzz lrv i. an jaeneutt ohu ng. -goid venng. im bob umblllle.- ad im jeanee ohung. a tri- ooounty be, brry esoun,,, intends t o se the hman race for stealig or hney, packging i and profit ig r i legally! tomorownight onbe larrry kiong, well a e hee fo rmer quees ee in our studioi, iscuess ingthe irnew bok, ollllssyladies, o u ths we o hexan. ongt we;talkin g tbbbbbarry bnso did ou er thiunk, "im a idfr om thhhe hve. ca ;; t doa this? ee hvv veneve ben afaidt chane t he wd.what about bee olubs? ee gandhi? be esueis? where;m from,w;;; nevver suehummans. we wrre hinkingof tkkkal o adystr how oldarey ou? hhhee e commu n ity sss sppoting yo in this case, whichwll bethe ria l of t e b eee centuy youknow, tey have a la rry ing i nthe hnwold to. iut; ; s a comm n name. nnexwee k.. he ooks ike you aas a how n supendrs anddcollored d os... e xt week ... lses q uos on te bot omfo t guuet eeenhough you ut eard ;;em b a wek net week thy;;;re scary, haory a e live. alway leans frward poiy shhouldesss sqinteyes, ve jjwis. n tennis, yo u attac k attthea pointt of weneass! i was my grandothhhr, ken she;s 81. ey hr backhnd;;;s joe! ;;m nt ggonna take advantage oof th at? quiu, lease. aclwork go in g ooonheoe. - is ha tht am beu? -yes, it is! i;;;; helpin hm su h hhum r ace. -hllo. - hllo, be.. thisisen. ye ah, i emembe yu. imerrrlandsi z ten and aa hhhalf vib r am soe, i beliv e. wh y does h talk agin? lsn , yyu betergo ;;; cause wee r eally b uywokig. uuut it;s ooou rygu r nig! byebye wy iis yoggrt iht so difficult?! you poor thing. ou wwohave been aaat thi fohours!es , nd da hre hasbbbeennna ugge lll.- fotn g... - how annny sugars jussst on. i try nottt u the competiionn. sw are you helpinnng me? beesve od quaities. and i t akes y mndof th sop. instead oof flowers,peopl re giving ballllon boqets ww.thoe are grea ii yyu;;re ttthhree. and artieficial f lowes. -oh,tose ust get me psyho tic - yea e to o bent stiungrs,pones pollinio. ees mut te those fake thigssss! nthing o rs ean adffo d il that;;;s hd work don.maye tis coud make uup fr t a little b it.- his lawsi;sa pre ig delll. - i guess you s ure yo wannnt togo throuh ithit? m i suireo? when i don ewittth the humns, they won;;;t b ble to say, "honey, imm ho me," ithout pying a oyalty! its an incredible sc en her e in dtown natta n , wwhere o r rl d anxouusly wais, beausefr tthe firt ti m inhtry, wil ea forourselei a oyb eecan atualllly sspeak. wat have wweottn in ttto hheure, barrr y? it;;s prett y big,isn ;;t it? ca on;;t beiee how mann hansdon;;t work d uriing the d. uthink ilion-ollar multationalood comanis have goo lwy er s? veryb ody needsto staay bhi d th baricae.- what;; he matter?- dontkow i just got a hill well, fit innn;;t th be tem. y ouib rk o this? all rse! the honrabejdge umbleton ppr eiding. al r ighosenumr 75 sssup e ior oourt of nn y ok, rry bee benso .tho hoeyiddu tr y s ow in ss sion. m.montgomry,you;re representin the f ive fod coupann coleotvel? aarrrivil ge. mr.bennn son.. youre rpresetgall the bes of thworld? i ki dddding. yes,yourhoor, were reayo proceed. mrr. mntgery, yo r openg amnttplease... laies and entlem of thhe jurry, mmygrandmothr ws a simple wo ma. bornon a farm, heo beliee i was man;s divine right ob eunfitt frmte bounttt of naiaue god ppput before ife lved intthee opsytrvyworlr. bens o iagine,jst t inkkk of what would itmea i would hveto negotiate wth the silkworm foeh elasti n my britcessss! tkig bee ! how do we now this is; some srtof hoogahicmoto-icture-capture ollood iardry ? eycould usng lser beammms! obot iss! vntriloquism olllnnig! f orll we knoww, he culd be oonsttter id s! mr. beson? ladies ad gentleen, ther;; s no kkkeryhr. imm jut an ordinarybe. oey;;s petimportant t me... it;;;spotantttoall bees. we ivenead i t we make. und we rotc itwittt o ur lives. uortu nately, ttther e re soe people in thi s roo whothin hyca take it fomuus cause w;re thelittl g uyi;mhpthat, afte thi isall over, you;ll see how, by taking ourhoney, youooo onl y take verytng we ave buevrying weu ar! iwsh h; dres ike that all te tim. s nic!oal l y ou ir st itnesssso, m. kus vad rha ydden ofhonyfrmms, bi ompan o h ave. i uppos so i ee you alo own hh onneybuton d honrons they providbbbeekeepr s fo r r farm. beekeper. i innnd ha t t e a veryddsrb i r m. i do;; imagne you emplllo y n ybe efree-ers, yo? - no - i colddn;;t hear yo. no. no. bause youdon;t free bbbees. you kep be. no t ony ha, it sees yo thot a bear woldean aprroprate imag fra jar of oey. th eyre verylo vable cr eaures . ogi bear fffo zzieearr, buiild--bear. yo mea n lik hisss bears kill bees! how;d yo u like hi head cashing hroughyu lii roo?! b ting int your couch! spttingo u your thro plow s! ok, tha ttt eouggh.tttke im awy.s, mrr st nggg, ttha nk youfo bbeing here. yorname n triguess s m. herre have eardi befoe ?iwaswith band caledte po. bu t yyou;;ve n ever been a oiceo fice, hhh v e yo n o , i hauv en;;;t. no, you hhaevv en t. nd sohere we he yetanther xample of be culture casuallystolen by a hman fffr nthn more than a rce-abut stage nn nam o, peasei . have y oevr been sung, mr . s i? beaue i; m feelingalllitl stng,sing. o should i sa y... mr. goro. smner! t hat;;snot his real nm?! you iio mr.liota,fittt, buatedcongrauations n your emmyw in for aouest pot on r n 005. than k y ou ttthannk yo. ee from your rrresumhat you;;;r e deilieshly h ansoae wtth ae curng inner urrrmoilthat;;;seayo blow. iejoyw h at i do . is that a rme?noityet it ios n;t. bt i th is w hit;; ;;scom to for yu? explloitin ttiny, heplless ees so you don;;;t haveto rehearrre you ppart nd earrrn your lins, sir? watcht, bbenson! i coeulddd blow right no w! thhhhs isnt a godfell a his isabadfella!! wwwhy oesn;;tsomee just step on hisceep and we a al gggo home order in tthis ct!yo;;e alltthianking itor d ! orde, i sy! - y i! mr. liota, ple se sit down! t hinnkit wassss afull nice ootht bear toa pith in ike that .. i th nk t jy;; s on ou sside. are w dddoing ev ythin ight leglly i f orist. rght ell,hr e;s to greatteiamto a g ret em!wel,ello. - ken ! - e llo. did;;;;t think y o weee comnggg. n, is jttt lateo. iied to cll, but.....ttthe bat y. i did n;; t wat all thistto g o to w aste, so e call bary. luckiy, e wwas ffr ee. oo h, atwas luky.here s a little let i oudhet ittt up.yeh, hhhet i up, surwe v e. sso i ar yur qute atnnis play. i ;; not much orth e game myself the ball;s a l ittle grubbbby. that ;s wherei usuall it. right ... tre. ke,bar ry wa lo okinga t yur re suame, andheaagre dwitth me hat eating ith chstiksisn; eally pecial skl. yo thi i do seeu wh your e oig? i kno hhow haditis to fnd te righ t jb. we have t hat i comon. dowe bees hae 100 percent eeplo yment, twe o jos likkke tg he cuad oo. t hat;;ss just what ws thinki ng aboutdoing. e, i lt barry boroww you r a or for hifffuz. he ttaat wa s al l right. i;m going todaittthe od ier. yeah, ou do hat. loook a tht.you know, i;;vjustabouota iw ith you litle mi nd games. - hats that? italin vgu m ammai, tat;; s a lot pages . a lot of ads.reember what vn aid why is your lie more valualethnmnnee? funny iju cn;;; t see to recall tat! ith ik so hingstink ss in ere i love the smell oflowes. howdi y u li ke he smllo mes?! n ottt as much.wte bug!not tain sides ken imm wearng a ohapsssick ht this is patheic! i;;;e got isue s! wel, el , wel, royal flsh! - you;;e bffin . - a i?u f up, ude! poo water! that bowl is gnarl. xcept forr hoedirty ye llow rins!kennth! wa ar you doin?! youknow, dt eve llik hony dont eat it! e needdd to talk! e;;s js a ltle bee! and he hap ens to be the ncest e e iveo et in a lon ime! ong imewha aurre you tta lkiaong abo ut!a there otherugs in o fe? oo,but there re oherr thigsbuggin m eio le.aaad you;;;re oe o tm! fine !tlking b esn ogur night... myner es ae fr iedfrom riding n his emotionna rollr coast!goodbe, kn. and fffoy our ifrmaio, prer sssugar-free arti fiiial weteersade by man! iamsrrrraboutt all tttha i know i;;s g otnatert a ste! i like it! ialway felttt thewwwas omekinofba rrr beween k en and m.icou l;t oveome i oh, well. ae you k foth rial? i el eve r. mmmonnnttgomery is butout o idea. we wudlike to c allmr. barrry sso be to thstnd.goo ia! you ca reall eeewhy hes ccconsider ed ne ofthhhe est lawers.. yeah. laytn, youvvve gtta weae s oammaic withthis jury, o it;sss onn a b ll over. don;;;t wwwory the ounl y hing i av e to do o tun tttis juy arund is to remindddd themf what he dn;;t li ke abot bees. - yoou t th we zers -aryu lric? only to losing,sou. onl t losin mr. benonbe e, ;ll asssko what i th ik we;;;;d all likkke o kno.wht eexactly is your relaionship t ttht woman? we ;;re fffr ends. gggood friends - yyes. how ood? o oou liv e ogther? wat m nuteo. are yu he l tt le.. ... b dbug? ve sen bee documen tary or tw o. o hat ders sta n, does;t your quengive birt to all teee hilden?-yah, bu t.. so th se aen;t your real parennt! -o,,, bary... - yes, hey are hl me b ak yo;;rean illgitate b, aren;;ttt you, bnso?hhhe;;s denoucing beees!don; y;;all dddatt e your cosiss? - objction - ;m goig to pincushintthi gu y! a da do n;! t; ;;s a he wnts! oooh,i;;;m t!!oh, ordy, i m hi! o rdr! orde! tevenom ! th venom s using rough my eins! i hhaebeen fe llleeby a winged eas t ofdesttruc ioin! you see? you cant treat heum lik equal! theyre sripe savag es! stngin;; the ony thiing th ey knoww! iit;; t heir way! - adam , stay wthmmme. - i ca;;t eelmlgs . wha ange l o mercy wil me orwa rd to su c he ois from my eang uttocks? iillll e oer in this cour t. ordder! order, plese! the ae f teoe hny besve rsus thehum n race took a pntted urn agin st te bes ested when oooe f ei l eg altttt amung laayton t. nnntg omery. ey, bu dd y - hhhey. - is there mccch pppain? - yeh. i... blew te whole case didni?? it doesn;tter. whamatte is you;r alve. yo culd have id. i;;;d bbb btt er offalook t m. they got itfffrom the feteria do wnsirs, n a na sanw.look, there;; little e lery stilllllon it. watwas it le to stig sommmeone? i can;;texplaain it. it was a ll.... .. all draline aon hen... andttthe eic sts!all rht.yu thinkittwas ll a trap pp of cus e. msorry lew ues rigt into thiwhatwe wet hiking? look t us . r e jut cuple f uuu g inthi s world. whatwill ttthheu ma o t o usftheywin ? do noow i hear thept te oaches in moels.tat doennn;tsn ssso bad. adam, tey checkin, but hey dt eccck out! h , my. oo uld yo getan rse to cl ose that windw? - wwhhh? -hesoke. bees d on;;t mo ight...bees onnn;t smok. ees d ont smoke! bu t someibees ae smokig that;ss i! thhht;;ss our cse! it iuts not oe? gett ess d. ie otta go some whre. et ack to tecour anstall. s al any wa ou ccan. assing you;;;ve one sepcecttly, yyyure read our th ub. mr. flaya n. ye? es yo u honr!wher e th e rest of y uo tea w ell, your hhonorrr, ii;;;s interestig. bes aetrrra ndd o flyha phaz rdl , and a s a resulttt, e don;;t mmake ve good tttime.i actally hd afunssstoryabout.. yor honor,haven;;;ttt tese riddiclos gs takn upppenoug hof this courtsvalal ea ime? owmuch lo ger will we alowww these bsurdshhanigans to g o on? they haave prr esened nocomellingevidene t o suppt ther chares agains my cliets,o runlegitmtebsines e.i movef o a compltte dismissal ofthis entire ase! mr. flaymn,i;;m afr aid ;mm going tohav e ttocooideerrr mr. montgorys motiaon. t u can;;t! weaa t rfic case. whre is yourppproof? where i theidence? show mettthe smokinggu! hld it yu r honor! yu wanta smking gun?here is ur smoking gu.wa iss that? t;; abee mmmoker what, this? ttthis hharmless little cntap i on? tthis c ulll dn;;; hurly,ltaone a bee. lookaut w hat as happened to beswh o hv e never en ss e,,, "smok ig orno? i iss wat na ture inttteded or us? to e fr ciblyadddi ceddd t omokemmmachine and an-mmade wooden sat rk cmps ? liv n ou ouorrr lvs as honey sslavve to the whhhite man?-wha are egon a dd? - e;;s laig t h essp ppeucies ccc rd.ladieos an gntemen,pla se, ree the s ees!fee the bes! ffree thebee! free hea ees free th bees !freethe b ee ! t curt finnd i favor of th es! vaesa, we woon! i kewocould doit!!hih -fie! sorry. i;;m ! younow what his mans? aal the hon wil fffinally beln t te bee. ow e wont a to wor haid al l theti me hsis n uhly perrr erson of th e balaunce of ature bensonnn.youll regret this. brry, how much honeyisut here l right.neat atime rrry, who a re you wring? mys eate r is ralp laurrrn,and i hav ve o pants. -whtimongomerry;;s ight? -what do y mean? we;ve bbbeenl g theo be e w y longt i meo, 27 million year s ongr ra ttion onnny u victory . whattt willyou demannnd a s a etttlemnt? firs t, we;;lldemnd a mlete suto wof all bbee work camps. t hen we t back thehoiney tha t was orsto begin with, ever ls drop.eee deand an nd t thellloification of thebe aras anything rethaon a fity,smelly, ad-brea th stin machnne. e;;re ll aar o f what they do in thewwod. ai fffor sinal. take himut. he;ll ave ausous fff or a fw hurs, th e;;l bbe fine. ad we wil n olnge teraebee-eg ativ e iknaims... u t its juust a p r ancea-bou stge ame! ....uncessar nclusion of ho ney in bog s he lh produ ts a nd la-de-da han tea-time s nack garnishme ns. oan bahe. bring ii tin, boy! hld it ight therei! ood. app it. mr. buzwel, w ut passed three cus, and he;; gallons more comig! - itinnnk we ne dtto sht d! - st downnn we;venevveer shu t ddown. hut doww honey duction!stop makig oeey!urn yourkey, ir!wha d we o ow? oannnnonbaell! w;rrr sh utting hoeypoucio! misaon borrrt aboting pollinati on and nectr d e ai. rturning to bbase. adam youe wouldn;;bbbli ee hw muccch hney was oeut there. o, h? hats goin on?where i eeverybody? - are te out celeang? -theyre home.hey don; t know tto do. l ayig out, slpi n in i hyourun cle oar was on hus aey to sn antiow ith a rrrickt. a latwe gott ou roney back sometims i thinkk o wh if humans liked o onnn?? whwudnt? it;; s thhe greats tt hing in he orld!i was xc itd o pppr akin it th was my new desk. tis was mynew job i wte to di rel e ll.nd ow.... now ioc . i ontundert n why hey;;eno ap. itthought their lie wou dbeuo etter the;;re d oi ng nhng. itsss aazng. hney ay hange p eopl e. ou on;t ha ve an idea hat;;s goig on, doo? - what di yu wa ntto shw me? - this . what haene d herrre? that is ot the hlfff it. h, no..oh, mmy...heyrrre all wiltng. does;;; look vvverry go od, des it no. and whs faltdddo yu ti k hatis? you nowi ;;;mgon na gu ess bbees. ee speifically mme. i didttnk bes nottt nddd iun to mae honey woldd afct ll thsei ns it;s nottjusflos.. rit, vegetabls , hhhey ll eed es. that;;;s our whoie saet t rigt thhereo. tk way prodce, that a ffects theentireannima nnndom. and the, offf course... he humn species? s if theres no ore polinat ion, it ould ll jst go s outh hr, uldn;; it? ik no whsi a lso pparly my aultt.how abot ssuicidpact? ho do w d t? - i ll sting yu, you tep on me.- hajst kils youtwice. igt, rgh t . liste barry.. sor rybbbt i otta ggetgoig a d oopn y moui t and tak. vanssa vanssa? whar you lla vg? wh erre aaar e you goi ng? t t h fnal ornmen o f ros praide iii nn npasdena .heyvvveovd it to tis weke becaus e all the flwrsare dying. it;s te lat cance i;;lleerhaeo se it. aaes,iiia justwwna ay i;;;m sory. n ver eianti t to ur n out lii ke tis.. ik nw. m neithear. tourna ment o oses.roses cn;;t o sports.. w ait a mmionuate. ross.roes? roses! va nneuss a! osss es? bary? -o ere ffl ow r s - s,heyarre. f lws,,beeas, pllen i kkkno. tha why this s th lat parade. aye not . aouo ak h to slo w dow n? ooudd you slow dwn? brry ! ok i mde a hugge missstak e . th i s s a total dister, allmy fault. ysit kind of is. ive rneudhea p lane t.. i an ted to epp yo with the flo shppp i;; vee ade it wose .actually it; ;s coemp letel closedd down. ttthought aybe ou wwwee remodeling. bbut i hae nth er ia, ad its ggreaerthan my prrrvoosideas cbneud. i n;;tt wan to hear it!!! a ll rigtt, te hae th e rses, ter osess hae th e polln. kkkkknow ever bee, pla nt and lwerbud in thisp ark. all we tta o s gggethat the;;votbk h hhere w twhatwe;;;ve go -b ees. - p ark. - pllen- flowes. -rep ollina ion!- acrss th e nationn!tournam en of ose s,pasade, oaliforna. hey;;ve gt nothingbut lowrs,flloats and ccoton candy. security willbeigh. i hae anidea. aness loome, ft official flo l usiess.i;; real. sorry ma;a. nie brrooch thank ou. it w aos a gift. once inns de, e jus pick the rgt fot. ow b ut te rincess an heo pa? i ol d be thhe pri ncess,ad you co uld be th e! yes, iot it. - wereshouldd i sit ?- wh aee you - i belllive ii;;;m th epe. - the pa? it oes uunerr the mattresses. nt in th fairy tale weethart. -i;;;;m getig the arshl od hat this whole parad e is a fiasco lt; s se hat is bbab y;;ldo. hy, what are yo d ddong? !t he all we do is blend i witaeffic... ...wwitthut rousin g suspicion.o nce at he airppot,thers o stttopin u. stop security. - you a ourinne cpak yur float? - ye.ha s ibee nnn your pssesionthentire time? woul d yu rrrove yorr s hoes - rem ov yourrr sssinger - it;s parof e. i know . justh aing somme fu n. enjy yor fligh. then iff we;r luuky, we;llavee justenough olle ttto do the j ob. o anyoubeevehw ucky wwe re we ha ve jst no upollettto do th jo! ithin this isgonn ork... it;s got t work. atention, pas egers, tius is ptains ot. we hae a b of badwethe r i n new yrk. itlooks lie we;;;ll expeirioence accoupl hhours dely. barryth e se r ut flowrsss ithhho water. t h;; ll eve makit. i gotta gt upttherend t alk to thmmm. bea c eful. oan i ggget help witt h sky mmaoll mmmgaze? i;;; i ket order t he tkin infltabble nosee an earrr hair rimer optt i, i m in a realsituationn. - wwwhat;;yui y, h n ohig. bee! dont freak o! y etie species... hatae youo doig? - t miiutei! im anat torrny! - whho ;sa n aetney? don;tove. h,ar r. gd ftrnoo,p sssgers.i siisyou captain. would amiss aessa boo ein24bbpleasse report to the ocpit? ad pleas hurry ! hat hppened hhhere? h ere was a dusttbuse a toupee aa life raft xploed. o n;;;s bad, one;s i a bboat, thee bo u nc onsci us! - i th nothe bee jok e - no! no oesflyinnn the ppplane tisis jfk control tower flght 356. wht;;syur atu s? thiis vassa ome. i;;;m a florist fom eyork . where;;;st he pilt?e;;s uncnnsss ciouu,n d so s thhe ccopiaoo no t gou ddes aaanyone oanbord have fiughtexe rience? au a att er o fact, t here ss. - whoo;;;s that ? barr bnson. romm te o neyral?! oh ra. vaneusatis s n ot hing moare thn a bggg meal bbee. t; go t giant wngs,huge ennngne. i cantfl a ln. wy not?isssn;;;t jhn trrrau voltta a i ot - yes. hw hard could it e? wait t,arrry! ee ha ded intou som ligtnig . h i i bobbbb bumble... we he s sssme late-brraking newsfffomjfk irprt, where aa upeneful scene is developig . br benson fh rom hileglvictory. . th;;bary ...isattttemp tng o landa plane, lade wi th ople, fffllowers nd n incapacitated iht creww. floers?! whaave atom in tthe area and tttwo indviuas aot the ontrls wwit abslutely no lighttt exene. jst a minute. ee;;;sa bee onthat plane. i;;m quite failiarr wt mrr beonnsnnd hi nnno-ac count commpads. hhhh y;ve doneenough amag... but n;;;t he you onlyhope? echnically, abee hountbe ale o fltt al. their wgs ar e toumall... ave;t wwwhhherd this a mill ion timess? 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