#amanda fuller

[reusedtvseriescostumes]

This Red floral Dress is worn on Jennifer Morrison as Emma Swan in Once Upon A Time: Dark Waters (2016) and later worn on Amanda Fuller as Kristin Baxter in Last Man Standing: Cards on the Table (2019)

[hannahwatcheshorror]

STARRY EYES (2014) REWATCH

💁‍♀️Strong Female Lead

A pretty basic horror flick with a fair amount of gore. Reminds me of Contracted mostly in the way that it is about a brown haired girl getting sick and it is mostly forgettable.

⭐⭐

Trigger Warning Hair Pulling/Tearing, Seizure (?), Strobing Lights, Sexual Assault, Feminine Bleeding, Bugs 

We start out by watching a girl looking at herself in the mirror, clearly unhappy with what she sees. Her name is Sarah and she is an aspiring actress like most of her friends, if you can call them friends. One of the girls at the party stole a role that Sarah was hoping to get and you can tell there is going to be tension between the two of them. Either way, Sarah gets an audition for a new movie coming up but has a terrible nightmare about messing up the audition. During the actual audition she does okay but the folks hosting the thing seem unimpressed so she has a fit in the bathroom and one of the judges (or whatever you call them) decides suddenly she might be a great actor after all. I hate that trope, I think it is silly. They would just get an actress who can act the part, not one who needs to have a meltdown to do it, but I digress. Sarah gets the callback!

The callback is creepy though and they make her strip but by the end she is feeling herself so I guess it is okay? It is a weird grey area, folks, but mostly it feels gross. Sarah is really happy afterwards and goes to tell her friends. All are happy but the one girl who is very jealous (which is very obvious but no one notices). There is an accident at the pool and Sarah only laughs which was weird and kind of evil of her. Another callback comes her way and Sarah goes to meet the producer but oh, no! He is a creep and tries to touch her inappropriately. She goes home and cries, tells her friends, gets her job back, and is a sad girl for a bit. But then the gang has a party and she is given drugs and Sarah realizes that she needs to do whatever it takes to be in that movie so she goes and sucks the producers dick while satanic stuff happens around her. It was pretty wack.

She wakes up in her own bed, sore and looking like crap. She calls the studio to ask what is going on but no one answers. Sarah is beginning to freak out on her friends and roommate and it is not very cool of her. Also Sarah is showing some major damage and it is super gross, around this time she pukes up a bunch of maggots which is special and disgusting. She is changing, being reborn. She goes over to her “friends” house and starts to kill them all systematically. This leads her to be able to go to her transformation ceremony where later she digs herself out of the ground and is a shiny new her (bald as a baby). There is only one more person from her old life and that is her roommate who she needs to kill so she does and then she is able to move on with her perfect new life. The last scene is her getting dressed in a beautiful new outfit from the folks at the studio and she is admiring her new satanic necklace. She is really one of them now.

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[ouatreusedcostumes]

This Red floral Dress is worn on Jennifer Morrison as Emma Swan in Once Upon A Time: Dark Waters (2016) and later worn on Amanda Fuller as Kristin Baxter in Last Man Standing: Cards on the Table (2019)

[greysanatomy-bts]

[flashfuckingflesh]

Being Lesbian is Not as EVIL as Being a Homophobic Subverter. "Herd" reviewed! (High Fliers / DVD)

Having been banished by her abusive and intolerant father, Jamie Miller struggles inside her once amorous relationship with girlfriend Alex as they make a new life for themselves in the city.  The dwindling connection between them forces their hand into a couple’s canoe trip retreat down a river near Jamie’s hometown to hopefully rekindle what was lost.  When Alex accidently breaks her leg after…

[arendalphaeagle]

Love is Love: H&G and MML editions

[judgingbooksbycovers]

Fi: A Memoir of My Son

By Alexandra Fuller.

Design by Amanda Hudson.

[bunnyinakangolhat]

Just finished closing night for my first big production!!!!!!!! So proud of myself :3 I played Amanda Barker, Margaret Fuller Slack, and Fiddler Jones in Spoon River Anthology, so 2 sad ladies with horrible husbands and a REALLY ENERGETIC FIDDLER. I had so much fun though, especially because of my fellow cast members. Anyways, I ended up with forty acres, I ended up with a broken fiddle, and a broken laugh, and a thousand memories, and not a single regret.

[bkenber]

The 'Friday the 13th' Reboot - Jason is Vicious, But the Movie is Bland

WRITER’S NOTE: This review was written back in 2009 when this reboot was released. What better way to spend Singles Awareness Day (a.k.a. Valentine’s Day) than with an old friend who butchers camp counselors because they didn’t keep him from drowning, or supposedly so? I somehow doubt you can call this latest slasher adventure of Jason Voorhees a remake. Each sequel to the original “Friday the…

[starssbythepocketful]

Pretty Girl, Jealous Girl

Word Count : 1.2k

Part Two (Part 2 is NSFW)

Part of my Spencer Agnew x Hecox!Reader AU

Contains: Female reader, mention of drinking (reader has 2 drinks totes), party setting, jealous reader, some other lady hits on readers man, small make-out scene, suggestive ending(?). Pic found on Pinterest

Smosh Masterlist

You didn’t go to parties very often. Neither did your boyfriend, Spencer. But, being Ian’s sister meant getting dragged to the occasional LA Youtuber Party.

And that’s exactly where the night found you. You had forgotten who’s house you were at, not sure Ian had actually told you, two drinks into the evening and still aware enough to get by–for the most part, Spencer had already stated that he wasn’t planning on drinking, that way he could still drive the both of you back to his apartment. You knew some of the people present, a few other Smosh members had come, and you were fairly certain you had seen Markiplier at some point but it was too fuzzy to be sure. You and Spencer hadn’t planned on staying long, Friday night parties tended to get hectic and wild and it wasn’t really either of your scenes. But, you loved hanging out with your friends, so what harm could a few hours do?

A lot apparently.

The night had started out fun. You had quickly found the other members of your Smosh group–Shayne and Courtney, Ian, Anthony, Angela, Amanda, and Olivia. Then, of course, you and Spencer completed the group. There had been a karaoke machine set up and you and Amanda had swooped in and had the time of your lives singing Mama Mia. Now that it had gotten deeper into the night, you chose to stick back a bit more. Who knew who would record and circulate your awful renditions of Abba songs.

You and Spencer had actually been gearing up to go for a while, you just didn’t know where he was. He had said something about saying goodbye to Shayne and Courtney, while you finished your drink with Angela out on the back patio.

“You know what, I’m just gonna go find him, he’s probably talking to Shayne about something,” you said to Angela. “I’ll see you Monday morning?”

She looked over at you, quickly swallowing the sip of her drink. “Want me to come with?”

You smiled and shook your head. “Nah, I’ve got it! Finish your drink and have some fun! Text me when you get home though, that way I don’t worry.”

“Gotcha. I’ll see you later!” Angela gave you a quick hug before heading off to locate Amanda.

Making your way back inside, you took note of how much more crowded it had gotten in your time outdoors. The kitchen was fuller and you knew that you no longer recognized most of the faces. The now crowded space made your head spin as you pushed your way through the bodies into a less crowded room.

You made your way into a dining area and caught sight of your brother talking to Anthony and someone else you didn’t recognize.

“Ian, have you seen Spencer?” you asked, coming up to the group.

Both of the men turned to you.

“I think he’s in the living room?” Ian stated. “Last I saw he was talking to Shayne and Court.”

“Can you not find him?” Anthony asked.

You shook your head. “No, I just hadn’t made it that far and thought I’d save myself the trouble."

"You staying at Spencer's tonight?" Ian asked.

"Yeah," you said.

Your older brother nodded, "'Kay, text me when you get there so I know you aren't dead."

You laughed, having basically just told Angela the same thing. "Will do."

You said bye to Ian and Anthony, nodded to their other conversation partner and left the dining room in search of your boyfriend.

The living room was packed and the speaker was loud, some Chart Topping song blasting way too loud for comfort. Definitely time to go.

Your first quick scan of the living room yielded no familiar faces, so you made your way deeper into the room.

Only to catch sight of your boyfriend and some woman you had never seen before. Spencer's back was to you, but the look on the girls face made your stomach roll. You stopped.

And rage reared it's ugly head as you watched her put her hand on his chest and lean forward.

Spencer, to his credit, pushed her hand away and stepped back, stance becoming closed off. If he said anything, you couldn't hear it over the music.

However, you still felt something grean and mean rear its head. You stomped over to them, taking a spot by Spencer, your eyes never leaving the other woman. Your glare went completely unnoticed by her, she was too drunk to see it.

"Can we help you?" She slurred.

Your eyebrows shot up, surprised and angered by her attitude. “Excuse me? You're the one who's putting their hands on my boyfriend. I think I should be the one asking that. Who even are you?"

You squinted at her in the weird party lighting, trying to place who she was. Nothing in your memory came up, maybe she came with someone? Or snuck in? It didn’t matter, she wasn’t worth it anyways.

The woman scowled, opening her mouth but you held up a hand. "Stop. Don't embarass yourself any further. Just..." you made a shoo motion with your hands and turned your entire back to her.

The woman stared at you, slack-jawed, before scowling and storming off.

You let out a deep breath and your rage simmered into annoyance and something you couldn't quite name.

A warm pair of hands tugged at your own, pulling you out of your thoughts and down a hallway, stopping inside of the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind you.

"You okay, pretty girl?" Spencer asked softly, his eyes unreadable in the small bathroom.

You focused on him, nodding. "Yeah, I'm good. Just kinda pissed off...and, I dunno. I just didn't like seeing her touch you."

"I'm sorry, babe. I told her, like, three times that I had a girlfriend--"

You shook your head to stop him. "No, Spence, I saw you push her away, you don't have to apologize. I trust you. I just got..." You sighed again, looking down.

Spencer took a step closer. "You just got jealous?"

You nodded as you suddenly became aware of how close the pair of you stood, he was close enough for you to feel his breath. You stared at your hands, mild embarassment flooding you as you picked at your nails.

"Pretty girl," Spencer's voice was soft. "You gonna look at me?" His hands had settled lightly on your hips, the familiar smell of him clouding your senses.

You look up, meeting his eyes. What you saw surprised you. You could barely see the color with how blown out his pupils were.

“It was hot watching you tell her off,” he explained, crowding closer to you. “Like, really hot.”

“Really?”

He nodded.

The party on the other side of the door faded into a background hum as he kissed you. Where you were used to lazy makeout sessions and warmth, you were unprepared for the heat.

You weren’t even aware that you had moved until you felt him pushing you up against the bathroom door, warm hands rubbing circles on your hips as you threaded your hands into his hair. Teeth tugged at your bottom lip and you let yourself get caught up in him.

Eventually he pulled away and you frowned. Spencer pressed his forehead to your shoulder, pulling himself together as the pair of you caught your breath.

“Come on, pretty girl,” he said. “I’ll take care of you at home.”

xXx

Part 2! (NSFW)

[fratttymatty]

Nathan's Parked

(All characters are 18+)

Nathan Parker had never quite fit in at Westbrook High. He was the kind of guy who spent his lunch breaks huddled in the back corner of the library, buried in books about superheroes or playing online games. He had thick glasses, messy brown hair that he never quite knew what to do with, and an awkward way of talking that made him stand out in the worst possible way. He didn’t have many friends, and his idea of a "good time" was usually just scrolling through fan fiction on his phone or studying for tests he didn't care much about. Nathan had long accepted that he would always be the geeky loner.

And then there was the secret he kept hidden from everyone: Nathan was gay, and while he didn’t mind the solitude, it would have been nice to share his feelings with someone.

But that was a far-off dream, something he'd shoved into the deepest parts of his heart. Who would want someone like him? Especially at a school where the jocks and cheerleaders ruled the social hierarchy, and someone like him was just… invisible.

One afternoon, after a grueling chemistry class, Nathan found himself wandering the aisles of the local drugstore, searching for something—anything—that might make him feel a little less out of place. He was heading to the deodorant section when something unusual caught his eye.

It was a sleek, black can of deodorant sitting alone on a shelf. Eclipse™ it was called, with the tagline: "Unleash your potential."

Nathan chuckled at the marketing slogan. "Sure, right," he muttered. He had no reason to believe that some fancy deodorant could change his life, but he figured it was worth a try. After all, he was desperate enough to give anything a shot.

As he sprayed the deodorant under his arms, a strange tingling sensation washed over him. Nathan shook his head, laughing at himself. Maybe it was some sort of psychological thing, he thought—his imagination running wild. He glanced at himself in the mirror and froze.

His reflection was… different.

His hair—messy and unkempt just moments ago—was now styled into a perfect wavy middle part, dark brown strands flowing effortlessly in a way that seemed entirely new. His face was sharper, more defined, and somehow more… masculine. His eyes no longer looked tired and worn-out but bright and confident. And his posture—his shoulders were broader, his chest fuller—he stood taller, more at ease.

Nathan blinked. Was this some kind of weird trick of the lighting? He reached up to touch his hair, but his fingers only confirmed what he feared: it wasn’t just his imagination. He was different. His clothes had changed too—gone was his oversized graphic tee and cargo shorts. Now, he wore a tight black compression shirt that showed off a toned chest, a sleek grey hoodie, a pair of jeans that fit him perfectly, and a letterman jacket draped casually over his shoulders. His shoes—new white trainers—looked like something right out of a sports magazine.

"Okay," he whispered to himself, "what the hell is going on?"

A sudden movement caught his eye, and when he turned, he saw a group of cheerleaders walking toward him. A few of them—Liana, Amanda, and Jenna—had been in his chemistry class earlier. But they'd never looked his way before. Now, as they approached, their eyes lit up with recognition. Or maybe it was something else… admiration?

"Hey there, Nathan," Liana said with a playful smile. "Wow, you look… different."

Nathan opened his mouth to speak, but his voice was deeper now, smoother, more self-assured. "Yeah, I guess I’ve… changed a little."

Amanda giggled, flicking her blonde hair over her shoulder. "Changed? You look like you’ve had a total makeover or something. I mean, you used to hide behind those glasses and all that—what are you doing now, hitting the gym?"

Nathan tried to think of a reply, but his mind was a little foggy. He didn’t recognize himself anymore, but he couldn’t help but feel good about the attention. He could feel his chest puffing out, his muscles subtly flexing under the tight shirt, as though his body was responding to the change.

"Yeah," he said with a grin that felt more natural than he expected. "I’ve been hitting the gym… working on a few things."

Liana stepped closer, her eyes glinting with interest. "Well, whatever you're doing, it's working. You should come hang out with us at the game this weekend. We’ve got a big pep rally, and it could be fun. You’d fit right in with the team now."

Nathan blinked. Hang out with them? The cheerleaders? He was just a nerdy kid who kept to himself. But the idea of being part of their world—their confident, carefree world—was suddenly too tempting to ignore. He felt a surge of something that felt like excitement. And��� pride? A new sense of self-confidence he couldn’t quite explain.

"I’d like that," he said without hesitation, the words coming out effortlessly. "I’ll be there."

The days that followed felt like a whirlwind for Nathan. In a matter of days, he’d gone from being the awkward, socially-inept loner to one of the most talked-about guys at Westbrook High. His new look and newfound swagger made him the center of attention. The cheerleaders treated him like one of their own, and he soon found himself hanging out with them after school, practicing football moves with the jocks, and getting invited to parties where people actually wanted him around.

But the more Nathan embraced his new persona, the more he realized how much he was changing—not just physically, but mentally. He wasn’t the shy, introverted guy anymore. He was Max Hunter, the popular, athletic jock with a cocky attitude to match. His confidence quickly turned to arrogance, and before long, he was acting like the kind of guy he used to despise.

"Yo, check this out," Max said one afternoon, tossing a football up and down in front of his football buddies, Blake and Trevor. "This is how it’s done, alright?" He spun the ball effortlessly in his hands before tossing it across the field, landing it perfectly in Blake’s arms.

Blake threw him a high-five. "Damn, Max, you’ve been killing it lately. You're the new king around here."

Max grinned, his eyes flashing with arrogance. "Damn straight. It’s all about putting in the work and looking good while doing it. Don't know why I wasted all that time reading comics before."

Trevor chuckled, shaking his head. "Man, you’ve changed. But in a good way."

Max gave a half-smirk. "Of course I’ve changed. I’m Max now. I’m not some nerdy little nobody anymore." He ran a hand through his hair, letting the group admire his perfect waves. "And it’s about time the world noticed."

As the week went on, Max’s new life was in full swing. He’d been casually hooking up with pretty much every cheerleader in school. It started with Liana, of course. She was beautiful, confident, and everyone’s idea of the "perfect girl." Max had charmed her with his cocky smile and athletic physique, and within days, they were seeing each other.

But as Max quickly realized, he was no longer someone who got tied down. As soon as Liana wasn’t around, he started flirting with other girls—cheerleaders, mostly—and eventually found himself in a casual, yet thrilling, rotation of hookups. He’d dated and slept with Amanda, Jenna, and even a few girls from rival schools, all while keeping up the pretense of being in a committed relationship with Liana.

The funny thing? They didn’t care. It didn’t matter how many times Max cheated on them—he was Max Hunter, and somehow, that made everything excusable. Each cheerleader, knowing full well about the others, would still smile whenever he showed up to practice, each one thinking she was the one who had his true attention. And Max let them believe it. He was the star of the show, and they were just happy to be along for the ride.

After all, when you looked like he did—when you had the physique, the style, and the swagger—you didn’t need to commit. They all wanted a piece of him, and he was more than happy to oblige.

But as Max looked in the mirror again, something clicked. He wasn’t just Nathan anymore. The person staring back at him—confident, athletic, popular—wasn’t Nathan Parker at all.

He had a new name.

"Max," he whispered, testing the name on his tongue. It felt right. Max Hunter. Strong. Powerful. The kind of guy who everyone knew, and who everyone wanted to know. A jock. The kind of guy who got the girl, the attention, and the respect.

As Max adjusted his letterman jacket and ran his fingers through his perfectly styled hair, he realized something: this wasn’t just a new look. It was a new life.

Maybe, just maybe, this was the person he was always meant to be.

[vintagetvstars]

James Arness Vs. Robert Fuller

Propaganda

James Arness - (Gunsmoke, McClain's Law) - TALL MAN (OVER 6'6"!!). Was used to measure the ocean in WWII- as the tallest person, he got to be the first to jump off the boat, and if he vanished well they weren't close enough to the beach yet. Was also wounded in WWII and had issues from it for the rest of his life. Mostly known for Westerns and his Matt Dillons incredible chemistry with Amanda Blake's Miss Kitty. Truly the most sexually tense relationship on television in the 50s. And 60s. And possibly the 70s too. Great voice, calming but authoritative presence. Worked for John Wayne, and played Matt Dillon for 20 years on TV as well as in a series of movies, which is simply unheard of. I mean over 600 episodes of anything is madness.

Robert Fuller - (Laramie, Wagon Train, Emergency!) - I have loved this man ever since I was a teenager and first saw him in Emergency! There are so many fanmade music videos on youtube dedicated to this man and how hot he is! Everytime he says "good girl" on emergency I go weak in the knees! I adore this man, he's so hot!

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Additional propaganda below the cut

James Arness:

Robert Fuller:

just a short blooper clip because he has a lovely laugh.

A short clip of him in Emergency!

[donnerpartyofone]

The craziest thing to me about fandom is how often it produces this hostility to the whole idea of writing, storytelling, the actual craft or artform that produces the characters a fandom is based on. It's just so weird to me to imagine being a writer, and you've got something you're dying to say, some metaphor or allegory or vision you're weaving to make a particular, usually-personal statement, and then this body of fans arrive who at first claim to love what you did -- but actually they don't really care what you were trying to say, they're just filtering for characters they can jerk off to. Obviously there's viable material that's either not that deep or is actually written from a fan perspective; Bryan Fuller is a good example of a capable professional who is also a dyed in the wool fanboy, so his writing is infused with the kind of soapy, romance novel (and/or replacement family) fantasies that are so attractive to people who watch everything through fandom goggles. But anyway, my most direct experience of the fandom delusion comes from the Married...With Children blog I ran for several years. It's still up, I just ran out of things to do with it, and now the main types of action it gets are from:

1. Horny, generally conservative middle-aged or older men who want to fuck Kelly and Peg Bundy, and who think that the show is making an unironic social statement -- that it's a form of noble, pre-politically correct entertainment that "you can't make today."***

2. People who have applied the fandom filter to the show and have projected all sorts of soft, sentimental, infantile emotions onto characters who were specifically designed to be repulsive and evil.

Both parties are making the same mistake. The old guys think that Al Bundy's antisocial, misogynistic behavior is being offered sincerely as something good that the viewer should relate to. The fandom people think that despite every single indication, the Bundys are secretly sweet and loving and respectful of one another, and that they would be cool to hang out with. Somehow none of these people get that Married...With Children is satirical. It's an extremely exaggerated and aggressive attack on the "American values" that no one actually observes, in spite of our pretensions; more than that, it's an attack on traditional television of the Leave It to Beaver ilk. If you want to imitate the Bundys, the joke is on you -- and you'd probably be shocked by how much of the show was directed by lesbian cast member Amanda Bearse, or the fact that John Waters' muse Divine had been cast in a reoccurring role right before he died. Meanwhile, if you insist on ignoring the fact that the Bundys' relationship is based entirely on hatred -- that the only thing they hate more than each other, is everybody else -- then you're insane.

Even speaking about the Bundys having a "relationship" feels a little like a violation of what I'm trying to say. They're not supposed to be at all psychologically realistic. They don't have real emotions. They're not people, they're parodies, symbols of how twisted, inferior, and powerless the average white American family unit often is, contrary to the nation's party line. Al is basically cursed by God but he's such a schmuck that he really deserves it; Peg feeds off his misery, their sex life is never consensual; and the children are hopelessly corrupt. The show was often hilarious and a lot smarter than it is remembered for, and I guess what I'm saying is that even the people who like it are totally wrong about it, after all these years.

[marointhemoon]

Here is your requested bullying about We'll Manage. <poke>

And I'm going to challenge you to write 500 words on cuddlepuddle.

And possibly on claim, especially if it's closing out the SatoReed saga.

So intrigued by watch the sky and best intentions and when, not if, we'll reach the other side.

As for your slice of life - engineer and astrophysicist, please. And Janelle, if no one else has asked.

okay okay okay.

prepare for olympic gold-winning yappery.

i don't have a chapter of we'll manage because the thought of writing amanda cole as anything other than a vapid bitch has me tempted to put my head through a wall. as a consolation prize, here's a 600-ish-word sneak peek of cuddle puddle:

Malcolm Reed has always prided himself on his independence. It's always been easiest to keep things formal, professional, and healthily distant, to the greatest extent possible. No close attachments. No ambiguity. No misunderstandings. No room for errors. That’s how life stays clean and in order. The Enterprise, as if by some cruel means of divine ridicule, has always prided itself on precisely those things. The military, of course, has its own way of forcing people together and leaving skin behind when it tears them apart again, but this particular ship has a little something more. These people like each other—very much so—and they’re very willing to express it openly. It varies somewhat by department, but the expressions of affection run the gamut from fraternal shoulder punches to too-long, soul-compressing hugs that make his stomach turn just watching them. Indeed, with all due respect to the rest of the crew, he's always been rather at odds with their touchy-feely tendencies. He’s never been a touchy-feely person, anyway; it’s unbecoming of a senior officer, besides. In the interest of avoiding the harassment of certain others, he’s kept the latter opinion to himself. At least some of his staff seems to have some sense on that topic. At the very least, between Zabel, Porter, and Pointer, the security team has maintained itself as a bastion of austerity against an army of lovers. Still, said army is large and powerful, and even his iciest personnel have their melting points: Burke for Zabel, Webster for Porter, and Fuller for Pointer. Hardly romantic in any of their cases—God knows this department is too small for that—but no less potent. With a power only describable as solar, Zabel melts into Fred, Porter into Jay, and Pointer into Corina. He’d be lying, though, if he said he’d rather not experience Fred’s full-chested laughter, Jay’s infodumps, or Corina’s yells of three-pointer-fuelled excitement on as regular of a basis as he does. Much to his chagrin, Malcolm Reed is indeed human. At the end of a long day of inconsequential things going wrong, there’s nothing that can force his hand quite like the beginnings of a soon-to-be-hellish migraine. Before he can think better of it, he comms Trip to let him know to expect him. His and Trip's... arrangement is nothing new. He hesitates to call it a relationship, or even a "friends with benefits" situation. There are benefits, certainly, but that's hardly relevant. It's hardly even his and Trip's, really. Certainly not exclusively. At some point, he and Hoshi conspired to make taking him apart a regular occurrence; Travis, to Malcolm's knowledge, helped them come up with the plot, but he’s always strikingly absent from these ad hoc sessions. He continues to make up for his absence in other ways, besides—he's plenty playful enough. As he makes his way down to Trip’s quarters, the insecurity sets in. It always does. There are some parts of Malcolm’s brain that he’s never quite been able to turn off, and his guilty conscience has always been chief among them. He knows Trip and Hoshi well enough—this has never been a sex thing, nor even an offer of a romantic relationship. They don’t require that of him any more than he asks for it. Still, protests that small, defensive, ever-insecure part of his soul. The stern, sardonic, stiff-lipped Chief of Security, off to be cuddled? The thought is equally vulnerable, equally intimate. It’s an argument he wages every time: if Trip didn’t want to do this, he would never have offered in the first instance. Trip doesn’t mind his clinginess—that, he knows—but he does.

re: the last chapter of claim, i'm working on it—i finally have a decent direction for that (not that i didn't; i just hated it.)

the other wips, though... hawhawhaw. i'll go in order of your ask.

watch the sky:

the squeakquel to that work i wrote about malcolm having a panic attack for seemingly no reason. you can already tell how dusty that work is. it's the work with the line, "Stepping into decon, it's honestly a little like a raccoon's staring at me."

additional fun fact: this work is a bit of a turducken, in the sense that my notion file for it has a whole other work nested inside of it. it went by the exact same name—it was just about hoshi having a psychotic break in the aftermath of her involuntary field trip to the xindi ship. ironically, i've made more progress on that work than this one, but i'm still dealing with the same issue: what the fuck is a story progression.

like i get to the bit where whumpee and caretaker finally reunite and whumpee gets some TLC, but idk where to go from there.

best intentions:

a work based on this post (why/how a keeper of the lost cities post made it onto my feed, i have no idea). the reason i'm struggling to write it is because i originally intended to write it about t'pol trying to fit in with the NX-01 crew. but i felt like that didn't really fit her character arc, so i kind of abandoned it. and then i was like "oh wait, what if i write it with worf or data with the NCC-1701 crew instead?!" but those have their own issues so we're kinda stuck at square one.

when, not if, we'll reach the other side:

a work whose title comes from "the graduate" by the arcadian wild (spotify link / youtube link). i've been sitting on this work for a while, too: this is a crossover between TNG and ENT where, somehow, trip tucker and william riker get to talking about the things they've lost over time and how they (primarily will) choose to continue to love and rely on people anyway.

my view of trip has changed somewhat significantly since i originally came up with this idea (which is part of what has made writing "cuddle puddle" so hard), so i'm struggling with how his characterization not only fits in with riker's but also within the story at large. does he choose to continue to love, nevermind as openly as he used to? is he still emotional when talking about elizabeth, or is he more closed off about his feelings on the subject?

engineer and astrophysicist:

so i've been doing this thing where i've been rolling a wheel on wheelofnames with every name of my NX-01 roster on it, then coming up with a scenario in which they talk to each other or interact in some way. if i can't come up with something, I roll a d100 and pick the corresponding entry from my prompt ask game.

the difficult bit is when i roll two characters i haven't fleshed out basically at all, then get the prompt "family." like why. because like:

what i know about the engineer: his name is grant fletcher (based on this guy), and he's a 1st-class crewman from queens. he's 26 at the time the ship launches. AND THAT'S IT.

what i know about the astrophysicist: her name is patricia o'malley, but she goes by patti (based on this girl). she's a sciences ensign from south bend, indiana, whose family and community is heavily irish. also she's 23 at the time the ship launches. AND THAT'S IT.

and like. i know part of the challenge (most of the point, really) is to come up with the characterization as i go, so as to kinda flesh the characters out via these little tidbits. but that doesn't make it any less like:

Lingua Franca:

fun fact: sometimes it actually is easy peasy lemon squeezy. kind of. or, at the very least, the issue you're having is the same minor-but-also-major issue you're having with most of your other works (okay, i've done the thing, where do i go from here?) and the solution is to just like. make a story beat map and expand from there.

imagine actually doing the solution, though.

lmao.

no but in all seriousness: LF is about janelle kelly chatting with another engineer, who was born and bred in france, and trying to communicate in french. without spoiling it in any meaningful way, it's a platonic meetcute.

but yeah, i think that's everything. i'm not going to apologize for rambling, because i presume you knew what you were getting into when you asked me about this many works. (i'm happy to talk about more of them, and/or in more detail, if you wish. <3)

thanks for the ask!

[backinblack-80]

Just finished CK season 6 and immediate thoughts:

Not sure what the point of Stingray's scene was

Daniel is being really annoying

I wish Johnny was the main character again

Daniel treated Johnny like shit throughout

Enjoyed Mike Barnes

Enjoyed Chozen

Miss Terry Silver, he was so much fun!

The Korean fighters are great

Tory broke my heart

Quite liked finding out that Miyagi actually has the past, rather than the Christ like figure Daniel has created. It makes him a fuller character, and I enjoyed it, although I didn't find myself caring about that plot very much

The whole slumber party thing was weird

Amanda and Carmen literally has no reason to show up on set this season

Actually enjoyed the college party with Kyler, liked the way they left his character

And I will say again that Daniel is grinding my gears. He need to chill the fuck out! He is crossing the line between his usual manic self and just being an asshole! Johnny should 100% walk away after they are done!

Still can't believe Hawk is rocking that hair with no comment, but I get that it's an American thing.

Overall, I felt a bit flat about it all and, I know this is sacrilegious, but I actually found myself fast-forwarding through the final boys' fight to see who won (glad it was Robby though) and get back onto Tory's storyline.

I am very sorry to say that I think the best of this show is far behind us, and I am glad it is bowing out now. I will always love Johnny Lawrence; it was his redemption arc that first made me fall in love with the show, but I think the show has run its course, and the writers are out of ideas. Let's see what November brings us.

[forgetyoursingalongsandlullabies]

After I posted about how I love the TMA fanart I had a couple people ask about how I think the characters look. I can’t draw so here are some photos and descriptions. Note* I listened to the whole series before I even looked at the fandom. They’re stuck as who they are in my brain and I can’t change them anymore, they’re dug in there.

The Archivist Jon Sims - Ben Barnes

Shadow and Bone Ben Barnes where he’s in his late 30s and showing his grays a little, NOT twink Prince Caspian Ben Barnes.

Martin Blackwood - Luke Newberry

I know canonically Martin is on the bigger side but that sweet face, the big beautiful puppy eyes and the ginger hair! The 2nd photo is 100% the way I see him in S4. In S1-3 he wears a lot of color but by S4 he’s all gray suits and no smiles in his eyes.

Sasha James - Eva Noblezada

She has long hair and glasses and Not!Sasha has shorter Hadestown hair and no glasses and wears pretty much just black and white.

Tim Stoker - Tom Hopper

From his Merlin days when he was a little more baby than he is in Umbrella Academy. I love the Hawaiian shirt thing that’s going on with the art. I always just think of him in well fitted t-shirts.

Melanie King - Amanda Fuller

Except she has big fire orange hair and wears t-shirts and leather jackets.

Georgie Barker - H.E.R.

I’m obsessed with the idea that Georgie and Melanie both have enormous hair.

Daisy Tonner - Indira Varma

I don’t necessarily know why but she’s all I’ve ever seen Daisy as. Maybe because she has an incredible “don’t fuck with me” look.

Basira Hussein - I don’t have a specific actress in mind for her but she has a gorgeous round face dark pools for eyes and full lips. Idk if Basira wears a hijab all the time, I don’t think I have the right to headcanon one way or another, but if she isn’t wearing it she has curly black hair.

Elias Bouchard - Hear me out, I imagined him before I knew he was evil and hot. By the time I realized, it was too late for my brain to reliably change him. He’s a remolded memory of Uncle Jack in It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia only a little younger and with a Vincent Price pencil mustache and a very nice suit. I won’t add a picture of the actor because it’s not exactly him.

Michael - Bill Skarsgard

It’s probably a gimme since he plays so many weird little guys but he’s beautiful and creepy at the same time and I like to imagine him with the long ringlets.

Helen - Nina Sosanya

I mean, it feels obvious to me. Her smile is even mischievous.

Peter Lukas - Cary Elwes

There is a 10 image limit and I am not dropping my 2nd Martin picture for Peter Lukas. But Cary Elwes as of 2019ish idk if he looks more or less the same now. But I have a complicated relationship with The Lonely and it is important to me that Peter looks older, evil and also kind of fuckable.

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