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snarkwriteswrasslin · 4 years

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2020 - archived

[18+ advised ] This is going to be long af. I’m going to do my best to put everything - all my writing on this blog, in one goddamn place, but I make no promises, so forgive me in advance. Below the cut is everything I’ve written and posted, for every single wrestler I’ve written for so far. If its’ not linked, then I haven’t posted it yet or it’s a placeholder. If it’s bolded/has an m out beside it, it is most definitely mature and only meant for a mature (18+) audience. If there’s an asterisk (*) out beside the title, it belongs to or is part of something else that I have on the blog.

If you want to be on the taglist for my writing, you can find that [here]. If you want to know what I write / how often I write and stuff like that, my faq/about post is [here]

adam hangman page | take you home | spring | mature.

adam hangman page | baby fever | winter| mature.

adam hangman page | darlin | summer | mature.

baron corbin | right now | winter | mature.

darby allin | the sound of silence | spring | mature.

drew mcintyre | somebody watching me | spring | mature.

drew mcintyre | alpha | winter | mature.

ethan carter iii | worship you | winter | mature.

jon moxley | duality| summer | mature.

jon moxley | allnighter | summer | mature.

jungle boy | touch myself | winter | mature.

jungle boy | unnamed as of yet | summer | mature.

kevin owens | morning | summer | mature.

kyle o’reilly | backseats and phone calls | spring | mature.

kyle o’reilly | the quiet game | winter | mature.

mjf | dessert first | winter | mature.

mjf | sweet | summer | mature.

mjf | morningafter | summer | mature.

roman reigns | alpha | winter | mature.

sammy guevara | dirty dancer | winter | suggestive.

sammy guevara | cheater | summer | mature.

trent beretta | blackout | summer | mature.

trent beretta | sneaky | fall | mature.

adam hangman page | whatcha gonna do by hinder | angst / comfort.

adam hangman page | push my buttons [ suggestive] |

adam hangman page | i’m erasing myself from the narrative | i’m putting myself back into the narrative | may you always be satisfied | the story of tonight.

adam hangman page | second one to know | dancing around an open fire | |

adam hangman page | dreaming of a wedding dress | |

adam hangman page | the love boat || |

adam hangman page | sweet cherry pie || that dress is begging to come off [ virgin oc; mature af }

adam hangman page | | honey on my table suggestive | motion of the ocean - cruise romance au, mature |

adam hangman page | alone among the couples |

adam hangman page | im yours - alphaverse au | won’t you stay with me alphaverse au | bathtub mermaid - alphaverse au/suggestive |

adam hangman page | she’s a nutcracker |

adam hangman page | virginia on my mind, angst | fuck you and the horse you rode in on [ an au of what ifs second chapter, holy shit mature] | | punishment pretty please, goes with wildside/whatifs holy shit mature | pour some sugar on me, mature | |

baron corbin | everything you can do i can do better |

baron corbin | follow me | prince not so charming |

baron corbin | love on the rocks |

curtis axel | discount chocolate day | |

drew gulak thoughts of yesterdays | august rush | lost in your eyes [ suggestive.]

drew gulak | he loves me, he loves you not [ miiild suggestive, alphaverse] | | leave her wild [ suggestive alphaverse..kinda] |

drew gulak |once upon a dream [ soulmate au] | starcrossed lovers and other strangers [ suggestive ] |

drew gulak | valentines day episode |

drew mcintyre | marionette | | just between me and you |

drew mcintyre | burnt homemade chocolates [ conclusion to my alphaverse short fic, suggestive and fluffy ] |

edge x ofc x christian | seeds of unrest |

elias samson | couples costume contest |

elias samson | waiting on your friends to leave

ethan carter III | winners remorse | rewrite history [ a retelling of w.r] | |

finn balor | after an endless dream |

jay white | graveyard smash | punch drunk princess [ vampire au; mature] | it should’ve been you [human version of vampire au]

jeff hardy | it all started with glow paint [ suggestive; bordering mature ] |

jeff hardy | do i look lonely | my lips are up here [suggestive]

jon moxley | hurt me so good | if I loved you less I could talk about it more | can’t find a better man [mature].

jon moxley | bloody valentine |

jon moxley | your days are numbered | spared but not forgiven | nature adores a virgin [mature]

jon moxley | siren song [ soulmate/pirate and siren au |

jungle boy | sweet boy |

kyle o’reilly | can I see through you | | death of a bachelor |

mjf | did you just grab yourself on tv |

mjf | candy hearts taste like chalk |

pete dunne | you jump i jump jack | | you can’t win | I’m melting

pete dunne |bitter bite alphaverse au | aftershocks suggestive |

roderick strong | trying not to smile |

roderick strong | kisses like cruelty [suggestive,borderline mature] | | |

roderick strong | walking the line | put ‘em up |

roman reigns | patchwork heart |

roman reigns | slow roasted |

roman reigns | anorgasmia |

sami zayn | farmers market | moonbeams on pumpkins

sami zayn | heart and soul |

sami zayn | reflecting light |

zack ryder | rough rider

12 Days Of Christmas Masterlist 2020

My entries for the 12 Days of Christmas on both my writing blogs can be found on this post right here. [ merry christmas clicky ]

Halloween

Thanksgiving

Christmas

New Years

Valentines Day

Other Holidays / Special Occasions

ORIGINAL CHARACTERS I HAVE / USE TO WRITE

original character, Adeline x |

original character, Kasey x |

original character, Violet x |

WRESTLERS ONLY DOWN BELOW

buddy murphy x [ mature, sex life] |

cash wheeler x [ suggestive ] |

chuck taylor x [soft]| x more soft |

damien priest x [ mature ] |

darby allin x[soft] | x [mature] |

drew gulak x |

drew mcintyre x [ mature ] |

eddie kingston x | x | x mature | enemies to lovers |

elite x celebrating Halloween with the Elite |

ethan carter iii x [m] |

finn balor x [ m] | x [m] |

heath slater x |

jeff hardy x[m] | sick female!SO [pms mentioned briefly] |

jon moxley x [m] | x [m] |

jungle boy x[food/cooking] | x [ actual! jungle boy in love ] | fall softness |

kenny omega x [ suggestive ] | x | x [halloween] |

kevin owens x [m] |

kyle o’reilly x [ mature - werewolf!kyle ] |

luchasaurus x[mature+soft] |

marko stunt x soft and mature | x mature | x soft | x daddy kink of sorts |

matt jackson x [m] | x more m | enemiest to lovers -suggestive |

nick jackson x [suggestive] | losing a basketball game to you | x mature/soft mix |

orange cassidy x [lowkey m] |

Pac x [suggestive fluff] |

pentagon jr x mature |

pete dunne x [ mature ] |

prince devitt x mature |

ecw era raven x [soft ] | x [m] | x[halloween] |

roderick strong x [ adopting a kid with ] |

roman reigns x!HeelRoman, slight nsfw |

sami callihan x [ music preferences ] |

trent beretta x [lowkey m] | x [ soft ] | x [ more soft ] |

tyler breeze x [ enemies to lovers, polyamory hinted at |

undertaker x [ gender neutral baker / biker taker SO] |

AEW;

- adam hangman page [ f s v ] | o i d | c m x | k l |

- cash wheeler [ i l s ] | [ m o r ] | c s u |

- chuck taylor [ j m w ] | [ a d l ] | [ c v ] | i k w | n u x |

- darby allin [ k o t ]

- jack evans [ b t h ] |

- jon moxley [ a k r ] |

- jungle boy [ d m o ] |

- matt jackson [ k q w ] | [ b d e ] | f i o | u y | c j v |

- mjf [ s k v ] | b m u |

- nick jackson [ a b g ] | [ m o ] | c i o |

- orange cassidy [ f h x ] | [ o ] | [ i p v ] | [ k w ]

- pac [ d m x ] | [ i p u ] | [ f o s ] |

- santana [ a o q ] |

- trent beretta [ j m u ] |

- wardlow [ d j w ] | [ k u ] | [ b m r ] | [ a o v ] | c i p |

WWE NXT;

- chad gable [ b o u ] |

- damien priest [ d i v ] |

- drew mcintyre [ b e d ] | i p w |

- jinder mahal [ g i w ] |

- roman reigns [ c u m ] |

- timothy thatcher [ c j y ] | f k | d |

- tyler breeze [ l x y ] | d j u |

TNA;

- heath miller [ b e d ] |

NJPW;

- jay white [ d f k ] | k u m | b j w |

AEW;

WWE / NXT;

AEW;

WWE / NXT;

#wrestling fanfiction masterlist #masterlist wrestling fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction writer #wrestling fanfiction blog #out with the old; in with the new

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hattywatch · 4 years

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T. Seguin - Back Road Part 3

A/N: Happy Holidays ya filthy animals.

Part 1 Part 2 "No, it's different."

You can hear Tyler getting frustrated with whomever he's on the phone, but you don't want to interrupt, staying in the foyer, quiet until he can finish his conversation.

"Well, she's coming and you'll just have to deal with it. I don't know what to tell you," that's when you decide to make yourself known, not wanting to eavesdrop on things you shouldn't hear.

You open the front door behind you and close it a bit louder this time, "Hiii. I'm here?"

"In here!" He shouts from the kitchen and you follow his voice after dropping your bag on the sparkling floors in the entryway. He finishes his conversation in hushed tones you can't quite make out over the sound of your sandals on the hardwood.

When you finally get sight of him in the kitchen he's drinking a water bottle, shirtless, and shoving his phone in his pocket.

"Do you like, ever wear a shirt?" His distraction technique is honestly flawless. You'd be hard pressed to recall what he was saying only a few scant seconds ago as your eyes take him in.

He's positively preening, and you're sure he's flexing his chest muscles. So you do the mature thing and push him away from your person before you can do anything stupid like run your tongue up his abs and make him think his macho posturing is sexy.

Like it is, but he can't know that.

You've only been seeing each other for two-ish months, but he's been great. Really attentive and sweet, calling you nightly even when he's traveling for work.

He has some free time coming up, a weekend to be exact, and he invited you to his family's cabin in Canada. You weren't sure you were there yet- as a couple, but as Bridget Jones says, "It can't be just a fling, a mini-break holiday means true love." Which is definitely pushing it, but you're not going to pretend it doesn't make your heart flutter that he's bringing you home to meet his family.

You spend the night at his place to make the shuffle in the morning easier since he lives closer to the airport than you do. He promises no funny business since you're leaving before dawn the next morning.

Tyler sticks to his promise and you both sleep soundly in the same bed, jolted awake by the ringing off your alarm, but excited nonetheless for your trip.

Boarding the plane at ass o'clock in the morning sucks, but is made better by being in first class- Tyler insisted on paying. It seemed like a bit much, but he persuaded you:

"I'm making you go.” “You're losing out on tips. At least let me pay.”

“It's not even like we need a hotel…

“You can make it up to me in other ways."

It took a few days for him to convince you, but you eventually gave in, insisting you'll do most of the cooking, and cleaning while you're there, ensuring you earn your keep.

You're happy he convinced you because it is infinitely easier to fall asleep in first class and you're pretty sure you're going to hate going back to economy class after this.

He nudges you awake when you land, "Hey, sleepy, lets go." He already has both carry-ons, so you grumble at being woken up, but you trudge through the airport a step behind him as he texts his mom to let her know you've landed safely.

"No one else is coming up until a little later, we'll have the place to ourselves for a few hours." He gives you what you assume is meant to be a meaningful look, but you can't be bothered to flirt when it's pre-9 am.

"Good, maybe I can take a nap."

_________

When you pull up it's actually really picturesque, lakeside and a far cry from his McMansion back in Dallas. He parks the car on the crunching gravel before getting out and grabbing the bags from the trunk.

You try to pull yours away from him a few times, but he won’t let you carry anything. It’s ridiculous, since all you brought is a weekender sized luggage and you’re certainly capable of carrying it yourself, but it is nice that he’s a gentleman, so you don’t make too much of a fuss.

He unlocks the door and it’s just as beautiful as his house back in Dallas, bright and big, gorgeous hardwood throughout the whole open floor plan with floor to ceiling windows looking out onto the lake, glistening in the early morning sun.

It’s really, really beautiful- serene and calm, but you really, really want to nap, so you're not a cranky mess when you meet his family.

As he drags you through the house and to the stairs, you yawn and he gives in, “Okay, okay, point taken. We can sleep.”

The door he chooses at the end of the upstairs hall opens to a big bedroom, probably the master, if the balcony overlooking the lake outside is indicative of anything. You wiggle out of your hoodie and pull back the blankets, “Should we be sharing a room? Is your family going to think I’m slutty.”

He doesn’t answer directly, but rolls his eyes so hard you get the point. “I’m just trying to make a good impression. I don’t know!”

“They’re not going to think that,” he peels back the comforter on his side of the bed and tugs off his shirt before lying down next to you. “I don’t bring girls around here often…" he considers, "... ever?” He rolls toward you and lets his leg rest against yours. It’s too hot for any more body contact than that, so you don’t mind.

You're nervous for what's going to happen when you wake up. The excitement of being on vacation with Tyler giving way to a very real fear that his family will hate you; you already overheard whoever he was talking to last night not wanting you to tag along on family time.

You can't help it as you mash your eyes together and whisper, “Tyler?" He hums, eyes closed, sleep already setting in, “Who were you on the phone with last night when I got to your house?”

His eyes open, “My sister, why?” his mouth is set in a straight line, jaw tight, and you’re not sure you should continue your questioning, but you’re so nervous and you need your questions answered.

“I overheard a little of what you said to her when I walked in. I didn’t mean to, but I did,” he doesn’t say anything so you continue. “It didn’t really seem like she wanted me to crash your family weekend.” You choose your words carefully, not wanting to offend or point fingers at his sister before you’ve even met her.

“I don’t really care what she wants,” Tyler pulls you towards him into his bubble of warmth.

“That’s not nice, Tyler,” he leans in close and kisses you on the nose.

“You’re right. Still don’t care though. We’re going to have a good weekend,” all you can do is sigh, hope he’s right, and close your eyes to slide into your nap.

_________

When your alarm goes off, it’s time to face the music, so you stretch and roll out of bed, ignoring a grumbling Tyler behind you.

You shower in the adjoining bathroom; even that has a stunning view of the lake. Tyler starts making noise from the bedroom as you're swiping on mascara in the mirror and letting your hair air dry. He pops his head in the bathroom after knocking, "Hey, they said they'll be here in 30 minutes. I'm going to order in so we can eat when they get here. I'm starving." Nodding your assent, you brush through your hair again and check your reflection for the thousandth time.

Standing over the two outfits you’d laid out on the bed, you settle for the high-waisted shorts and a flowy blouse. Nothing too short, and nothing too tight, you don’t want to come across at all tawdry the first time you meet his family. As you slide on your sandals you can hear a ruckus downstairs, paired with a whole bunch of female voices.

Time to face the music.

After a deep breath and one last look in the mirror to smooth down your outfit and triple check that your shorts aren’t showing any cheek, you make your way down the stairs.

_________

You can tell immediately that Tyler’s mom is effervescently happy to meet you. She pulls you into a hug and takes the chair right next to you at the table as Tyler tips the delivery driver and plops down a few pizza boxes on the counter. Tyler eyes her warily and sits down on your other side. He rests his foot against yours under the table and catches your eye. The move is clear, we’re in this together. It’s comforting.

After everyone has dragged a slice of pizza onto their plate and chewed a few bites, his mom can’t seem to hold out any longer.

“I don’t know if he’ll be mad at me for saying this, y/n but this is the first time Tyler has brought a girl to the lake.” His foot nudges yours gently.

“Yeah, he mentioned that earlier,” you sip your water and continue, “I think it was supposed to calm me down but it just put the pressure on!” She smiles. It’s warm and that calms you down more than anything Tyler could have said.

His younger sister, Cassidy, pipes up, “It’s just us, no reason to be nervous. We’re not his fancy Dallas friends.” You take it as a win, but you’ve still yet to get more than a sideways glance from his elder sister, and you’re sure she’s the one who was on the phone, protesting against him bringing you along.

You can’t blame her. They live so far and she probably rarely gets to see him, it makes sense that she’s less than thrilled at you tagging along, taking up their family time.

It makes you want to prove her wrong, show her you’re not that clingy girl looking to drive a wedge between him and his family. You're just not sure how.

_________

When the wine comes out after dinner things get easier.

Jackie disappears into a closet and returns with Scrabble. Tyler is good, which (you’re embarrassed to say) surprises you, always ready to judge a jock. As your glasses empty and refill a few times the game gets progressively sillier. You challenge Tyler a number of times.

He confidently lays down “playwrite” and starts to tally up his total before you get a better glimpse at the board and shake your head. “Uh-uh, I don’t think so! Pick that up!”

He looks at you adamantly, “What’s wrong with playwrite?! It’s one word!” He gestures his hand toward the board.

“That’s not how it’s spelt! It’s W-R-I-G-H-T!” Tyler squints his eyes at you, tilting his head to the side like you’re being purposely difficult.

“That makes absolutely no sense, they write plays!”

You cross your arms over your chest, “Doesn’t matter, it’s wrong!”

Tyler matches your stance, “Is that an official challenge?”

When you look over at the rest of the table you can see his mother is barely holding in a laugh as his sisters smirk up at his ridiculously defensive stance. The score is close and the letter bag is empty. The G is resting on a triple letter, the P on a triple word and you hope to God you’re not too drunk to remember how to spell. You nod solemnly, watching Tyler grab his phone.

He types something out and you can tell you're right the moment his expression softens and deflates.

“Fine,” he pulls a few of his letters off the board and leaves only “write" remaining, before adding up the score and writing it down on the paper next to him. Candace runs through all of her letters on her next turn and you all have to subtract your remaining letters from your own scores. She beats you by 3.

After boxing up the game and tidying the table, you all sleepily stumble up to bed, exhausted from all of the travel and wine. Tyler kisses his mom goodnight and hugs his sisters. You do this awkward hug with his mom, not sure if you’re there yet, but she wraps her arms around you and says “Night hon,” so you’re probably overthinking it. His sisters call out a good night to you before they head into their rooms, but no one looks sideways at you and Tyler entering the bedroom together, so you take it as a small victory.

_________

Scrubbing off your make-up in the bathroom is exhausting, but a necessary evil, so you stand in front of the mirror again reflecting on the past few hours, the night coming full circle.

“I can hear you dissecting every word that was said tonight. Come to bed, babe. It’s not that real,” Tyler’s footsteps creak on the hardwood and alert you to his presence before you can see him in the mirror behind you.

“Do they like me?” You put down the wash cloth and turn to him. “I’m nervous. Help meee,” you’re only half kidding as you whine and stick out your bottom lip hoping Tyler takes pity on you.

He does.

He wraps you up in his arms and your face, still damp from washing it, leaves wet blotches on his t-shirt. “They like you just fine, you psycho. Relax,” he kisses the top of your head. “I like you that’s all that matters.”

Stepping back you look up at him, “Eh.” You smirk and he calls you a little shit before kissing you hard on the mouth. His hands trail down your back to your ass, squeezing once before he reaches for the front of your shorts.

“I don’t think so mister. Your family is here!” you chastise him in a harsh whisper. He rolls his eyes but lets go, dragging his hands back around to your butt. He rolls his eyes, but leans down and kisses your neck.

“Fine, but just know that I’m sad about it,” the way he whispers it into you ear has you second guessing your decision, but it’s still hard to hold in the laugh.

“Noted, but just know that I don’t care.” You let him drag you to bed and lave soft kisses down your neck before you fall asleep.

_________

When you all tumble out of bed the next morning the sun is shining. It glints off of the water making it sparkle in the summer heat and everyone quickly decides to spend the day on the lake.

You always feel a little scrubby next to Tyler when he’s half naked. He’s hard and toned, barely an ounce of fat on his lean body. Meanwhile, you know it’s obvious that you don’t spend enough time in the gym and definitely love carbs.

As soon as he invited you to the lake, you went out and bought a new bathing suit. It sits high enough on your torso to hide your lower belly and nip in flatteringly at your waist while the top lifts and supports as much as you could hope for, so you think you look okay.

When his sisters make their way out on the dock you instantly want to wrap yourself up. You know you’re built differently, but it doesn’t stop you from unhelpfully comparing your bodies. They’re long and lithe, and you feel nervous that they’ll find something to pick apart and cement their dislike of you.

After a few minutes, your fears dissipate. Everyone is enjoying a relaxing day in the water and no one is staring at your thighs like they’re offended. Candace even tells you she likes your suit, so you know you’re being silly and remember that you have nothing to be self conscious about. Life isn’t a teenage rom-com and no one cares if you have some cellulite on your butt. It helps that you catch Tyler sliding his sunglasses down his nose and winking at you when his sisters aren’t looking. It makes your heart freeze before thumping wildly against your ribcage.

You take turns getting dragged around the water on an inner tube as Tyler speeds the boat along the empty lake. Jackie shouts to be careful from the dock, drenched in the shadow of her sun-hat looking truly terrified. Everyone laughs and waves at her, cheering when Tyler jerks the boat around trying to throw you all off of the tube.

When the sun starts to set you hop in the shower and everyone ditches their bathing suits for a bath and dinner. Tyler grills up burgers outside and you all sit on deck around the table, laughing and eating, less tense than the evening prior.

As the sun fully sets it gets chilly on the water, so you all head inside and start up a game of rummy. It’s friendlier than the game of Scrabble. It turns out none of you are very good at remembering what another player picked up and you are all holding a meld that someone else is also trying to build.

Jackie wins, she claims she’s had longer to learn strategy and you all boo her, chucking your cards into the middle of the table before heading up to bed, thoroughly worn out from the long day on the water..

_________

Sunday passes largely the same way. Tyler lets you all take turns driving the boat, which is simultaneously the most fun you’ve ever had and the most terrified you’ve ever been.

“Cassidy barely got her license and Candace has a lead foot. I don’t know what I was thinking!” He looks over at you, hat backwards on his head and looking bronze from head to toe. You can barely process what he’s saying when he looks like this, but his sisters squawk at his unfair assessment.

“I only failed one time!” Cassidy shouts over her shoulder.

Candace nods, “And I’m the one who taught you how to drive, little brother. Have some fucking respect for your elders!” Candace sniffs, offended, and turns back towards the bow.

After Tyler has insulted everyone’s boating abilities, he breaks out some paddle-boards from the boat garage. Turns out paddle boarding is not a hidden talent of yours. You’re far too clumsy to stand up for any length of time. All three siblings are athletic enough to maintain balance while laughing and shouting pointers at you to no avail.

That night's dinner is a little subdued because you all know you’ll be leaving in the morning and your little bubble of vacation is about to pop, but you feel like you've made headway with Candace. She sits across from you at dinner and asks about your life back in Texas and seems genuinely interested in your answers, even if it is just about the diner you work in or where your little apartment is in relation to Tyler’s house.

You know you're correct when she drags you in the house to get stuff for smores as Tyler lights a fire up in the yard. You're in the middle of grabbing the graham crackers when she corners you in the pantry.

"I just wanted to apologize," she looks you directly in the eye and it's a little unnerving.

"For what?” you shrug, not wanting to let her know you overheard Tyler on his phone call with her.

"I just… I wasn't sure about you. But I'm actually really happy my brother brought you around." You smile and she does a little too, but continues, "It's hard to tell who's with him for the fame and the money and who actually likes him for his dorky self."

Her face drops when your brows knit together in confusion, "The fame?"

It's her turn to look confused, "Yeah? Because of the…" she tapers off, tilts her head to the side, and you can see the family resemblance in the mannerism, "Did that fucking idiot not tell you what he does?"

"I just-” she stares at your with her brows knit together and it’s hard to continue, “I assumed he was an athletic trainer of some sort,” you start. "He travels a lot, and he's in good shape and, you know- it's Texas. Football’s big there. The players need to condition…"

She's shaking her head in her hands and you don’t know how this conversation went south so fast.

"Okay. I'm going to tell you a secret. Please don't clue him in that you know...” She types into her phone, manicured fingers tapping gently against the glass. When she spins her phone around the Google search results have everything clicking together in your head. “Buuuuuut he's kind of a big deal."

"Are you kidding me?"

Candace looks stricken, eyes wide and palms out in front of her.

"You can't tell him I told you. He'll kill me. Please don't be mad. You can understand why he'd be cautious…"

"I won't say anything. I just can't believe I didn't think of it. He's such a dope." You roll your eyes but start heading out of the pantry. "C'mon, they're going to get suspicious," you nudge her shoulder with yours so she knows you're okay. Candace looks relieved and follows you outside with the marshmallows.

Your flight leaves early in the morning and you say goodbye over breakfast before loading up the car and driving to the airport. You're too tired to be mad at him for keeping you in the dark. You hate to say it, but you understand. By the time he drops you off at your house and kisses you goodbye, after thanking you for spending time with his family, you're so soft for him you forget why you were ever angry in the first place.

_________

He’s not quite sure what to do now. It’s been so long. They’ve been dating for almost five months at this point. She’s been to his house, knows his dogs; she met his mother for Christ’s sake.

With camp coming to an end and pre-season looming in the very near future, he’s out of time.

So, he has her over. He makes her grilled cheese and pours her wine, just like the very first time he ever got her to come back here. He hopes the nostalgia will soften the blow of the bomb he’s about to drop.

She sits there in her leggings, wrapped up in one of his sweatshirts. It’s now or never and he knows it. Has to spill the beans before she sees his face plastered on commercials and all over downtown Dallas next to Jamie’s on a billboard.

He's casual, "So I, uh, have a little bit of a confession to tell you."

She looks up and stops chewing, eyes wide and brows high. She puts her grilled cheese down and has a sip of water before turning to him, hands in her lap. “That sounds ominous.”

He doesn’t know what’s about to happen, but he knows he can’t put it off any longer, “I didn't really lie, but I've definitely omitted some truth. We're getting really close, so I think it's only fair that I tell you what you're getting yourself into."

She nods, picks her grilled cheese back up and picks at the crust, “You have some bodies buried under the pool or something?”

He loves her.

“No, nothing like that,” he sips his wine. "I, Uh. I'm…" he pauses and she nods for him to continue. "I’m a little famous? I play in the NHL and that's why I'm always traveling and my work schedule is so crazy."

There. It’s out in the open. She can reject him if she wants, but he did what was right. The silence stretches on as she chews her dinner thoughtfully and he has a mini-panic attack thinking of everything that can go wrong. He hardly had her buy in at the beginning of this relationship; could this be the weight that breaks the tenuous string of trust she gave him?

He doesn’t say anything. Just waits for her and bounces his knee up and down, needing to do something to loose the frenetic energy building up in his body.

She swallows the bite of grilled cheese in your mouth and nods, "Yeah, I know."

The first thing he feels is relief. It’s cool and soothing and coats his body. The second thing he feels is utter bewilderment. "You know?" It comes out more accusatory than he intended. He’s just… shocked is all.

Nodding, she answers. "Yeah I've known for a while. Like a month now I think?"

He can’t even string a whole sentence together. The only words leaving his mouth are half questions, “Who? I don’t- When did you? What?” She bites her lip to stifle a laugh and he takes a breath and tries again.

“How did you find out?”

She barely shrugs, gently lifts one shoulder and pats him on the knee, “A good investigator never reveals their sources…” He shakes his head, “but maybe it was a certain sister, who shall remain nameless”

It takes a minute or two for him to settle, but he stops and lays both of his hands on her knees. "It’s just as well I guess. You're okay with that? With my life?" He has to know she’s all in, just like he is. She won’t block his number and ghost him when she catches sight of the cardboard cutout of him that some of the bars downtown display as mostly a joke.

She lays both of her hands midway up his thighs, stares into his eyes and grins, "I don't scare easily." Her smile is devastating and his heart explodes in his chest. She’s not going anywhere. She’ll still have him. All of him.

He can’t help himself and he leans down and lays a kiss on her lips- mouth salty and soft. It’s sweeter somehow, with nothing separating them, "What a coincidence. That happens to be my favorite quality in a girl."

#writing #tyler seguin fic #tyler seguin imagine #back road part 3 #dallas stars imagine #dallas stars fic #nhl fic #nhl imagine #hockey fic #hockey imagine #10 pages #plus sized hockey fics #nhl rpf #hockey rpf #i did it!

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Some thoughts about Wonder Woman 1984

I know I’m super late to the party here. This movie hasn’t casted the barest shadow of its mediocrity on my mind since it came out, but I’ve tumbled ass over teakettle down a youtube depression hole and I’ve climbed out with some thoughts and opinions about what I think would’ve been better ideas. Anyway, here’s my very loose, vague, and messy WW84 rewrite.

First things first: There wasn’t nearly enough decade-appropriate needle drops in this whole damn movie. Where’s Heart? Lita Ford?? Joan Jett??? Bonnie Tyler’s ‘Holding out for a Hero’ was released in ‘84, y’all had so many iconic options by female performers and chose one song from Duran Duran and Frankie goes to Hollywood. This movie was too damn long to just have those two songs.

Diana’s internal conflict is her loneliness and self-isolation. She still mourns not only the loss of Steve Trevor, but the loss of her friends from her time in WWI (alongside the pictures of Steve in her apartment are newspaper clippings from the obituaries of Sameer, Napi, and Charlie and the letters they exchanged over the years) and her family on Themyscira (Diana spends most of her free time among ancient Geek relics and artifacts because while they didn’t belong to her people, they’re the only things that remind her of home). Diana has not healed from her grief and has built up walls around her heart because she doesn’t want to be hurt when she has to watch the connections and relationships she makes with people wither and die.

Diana and Barbara should become genuine friends, Barbara should not become the Cheetah in this film. I would kill and die for a meet-cute where Diana (not Wonder Woman) saves Barbara from a minor accident, Diana brushes off her gratitude and goes to work at the museum and lo and behold Dr. Barbara Ann Minerva shows up as her new coworker. Barbara again expresses her gratitude and tries to get to know her as her peer, but Diana responds coldly and ultimately lashes out at her on the anniversary of Steve’s death. Barbara stands up to Diana and calls her out for being a dick to her. Diana apologizes (because she’s allowed to be wrong and emotionally messy in this fantasy movie) and offers to buy her lunch to make up for it. While together Barbara tells Diana that she’s been having trouble making friends and connecting to people since she moved, even at work as her academic interests are niche and rather intense. So niche, that even Diana, the immortal Amazon, isn’t familiar. Diana again apologizes and opens up about why she had lashed out and acknowledges her own loneliness. Barbara tells Diana that she can tell her about Steve or her family if it makes her feel better and Diana asks Barbara about her research. Subsequent scenes at the museum show Barbara and Diana spending a lot of time with each other. Diana starts showing a little jealousy when Barbara gains romantic attention from a male peer.

Maxwell Lord shouldn’t be the main antagonist (but should remain in the film as an antagonist because Pedro Pascal), the immortal witch Circe should definitely be the villain. Circe’s inclusion could work better as she is another immortal, powerful woman who has tangled with the gods, but came out of the years of conflict hardened and self-serving. She exemplifies the mentality of ‘nothing else matters as long as I get mine’, which would work well in tandem with Maxwell Lord as long as it’s clear that she considers herself second to none. Circe and Lord would function as a toxic relationship where they played each other to gain economic and political power where Circe would ultimately come out on top because Lord’s humiliation was icing on the cake of her actual goals: the destruction of Themyscira and killing Queen Hippolyta. Why? Because Circe is the pettiest mf to ever walk the earth. Circe uses Lord to make her plays because she knows that men will only listen to other men. She sets him up to fail and be taken down by Wonder Woman, cleanly passing the blame from her to WW (setting up a better written future conflict between the two). Circe would watch his downfall over caviar and champagne on a private jet on her way to meet up with the multinational naval force she’s acquired.

The final conflict is a cat and mouse game between Circe and WW across the naval ships with Circe putting as many enchanted soldiers between her and WW as she possibly can while keeping the ships on track for the island. In the climax of the film and nearing Themyscira, Circe tries trapping Diana in an illusion with Steve and her mother and Antiope living happily, but Diana has grown emotionally. She’s no longer weighed down by her grief and loss, but is filled with bittersweet happiness at seeing her loved ones again. She gets to say goodbye. With that she’s able to break free of the illusion and confront Circe one final time. It’s a massive struggle between Circe wrathfully throwing everything she has against Diana and Diana just trying to talk her down and survive while saving who she can from the sinking ships, deflecting Circe’s spells with her gauntlets (because why not?). In the conflict, Diana realizes that Circe isn’t just a sorceress, but another Amazonian as well, the first to be banished, the first to be abandoned. Diana reflects Circe’s last attempt at illusion back at her. While she’s momentarily lost in her own spell, Diana immobilizes her with her lasso. Circe breaks down under the weight of what her illusion showed and her loss. Diana, in an act of compassion and recognition of who she almost allowed herself to be, embraces Circe as the ship sinks (fuck it, its raining too).

Diana and Circe wash ashore Themyscira along with the debris of their battle. Diana wakes to blinding sunlight blocked by a crowned figure, her mother standing over her, backed by a dozen armed Amazonians (”I remember something like this from a different angle.”). Hippolyta helps her daughter up, both overjoyed and furious to see her (”You have brought strangers to my shores again, daughter...and an outcast.” Diana is just happy to hear her call her ‘daughter’ again). Queen Hippolyta orders her soldiers to take Circe away as ‘she clearly can’t be handled by the world of men’ and sits on the shoreline with her daughter. She asks Diana if she’s been living happily out there in the world. Diana responds “No, but I think I’m starting to.” Diana acknowledges that she knows she cannot stay, but asks to see Antiope’s grave before she goes. Her mother nods with a smile and says “My love, I don’t believe you wish to stay.” In the quiet solitude of Antiope’s gravesite, Diana hugs her mother one last time. Fade to black, roll credits.

Mid-credit scene: Diana is being sent off more officially by her mother and the people of Themyscira. As she and Hippolyta walk. back down to the beach, Diana notices there’s no boat. Hippolyta says that with all the advances of man, she thought there was a better option than a small boat among those metal moving islands. The wind blows on queue, highlighting the shape of an invisible jet. “It washed ashore shortly after you did. We made some improvements.”

After-credit scene: Barbara is working in Diana’s office. Diana is still on vacation (in the middle of the ocean) and it’s obvious Barbara misses her. A parcel delivery serviceman knocks on the open door. He asks for Dr. Prince. Barbara says she isn’t in, but she’ll sign for it for her. He hands her a small wooden crate. Barbara pries it open, plucking an elegantly inked letter from the packing straw. ‘Big fan of your work, thought this would look lovely among your personal collection.’ Barbara digs through the box, finding a dark stone carved head of a cheetah with shining yellow-gem eyes. Barbara stares at the artifact for an uncomfortably long beat. She blinks and shakes herself from the trance. She leaves the note and the head on Diana’s desk and leaves with the empty box. The camera lingers on the artifact. It crumbles to dust.

#wonderwoman #ww84 #ww84 thoughts

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Clare seeks HIMBO: ‘The Bachelorette’ cast first impressions

The Covid-19 pandemic has been rough for the entire world, but Bachelor Nation faced some dark days too. Going eight months without a single new episode from The Bachelor franchise is something I would really like to not relive.

Fortunately, those dark days are over. Clare’s season has me sucked back in.

The quality of this image is atrocious.

Most of these men—presuming they followed CDC’s social distancing guidelines— haven’t seen a woman in months, are touch deprived, possibly unemployed and contemplating moving back to their hometown while stalking the housing market on Zillow. Everyone’s desperate. That makes for some pretty good TV.

This season features men ranging from ages 26 to 41. We’ve got a boy band manager, a grooming specialist, several men who look like they masturbate in front of full length mirrors and even more who probably want me to join their MLM pyramid scheme.

I’ve never been more ready to roast a bunch of men who have nightmares about going bald. It’s all I’ve wanted to do since March.

Let’s go:

AJ, 28, Software sales

AJ is the kind of guy who writes “Looking for the Pam to my Jim <3″ on his Bumble profile. His bio is generic and probably not reflective of who he is as a person. If I were Clare I’d swipe left.

Ben, 29, Army ranger veteran

“Ben's favorite indulgence is an ice bath.“ Well then.

Alexa, play “Run” by AWOLNATION.

Bennett, 36, Wealth management consultant

Bennett’s profile is the biggest red flag I’ve ever seen. This man says he is the total package but hasn’t always been "this successful and good looking.” But wait, there’s more: “According to Bennett, his high school girlfriend is the only girl he's ever had to work for.“

Can someone tell me what NYC neighborhood he lives in so I can blacklist it?

Blake M1, 31, Male grooming specialist

Blake’s just another stereotypical “29th round draft pick who sat on the bench of the practice team before getting cut, but claims he left the sport due to an injury on his own accord.”

Blake M2, 29, Wildlife manager

This Blake is an outdoorsy Canadian who seems pretty genuine and cool. Unfortunately, he has the face of someone who’d get sent home on night one. I hope I’m wrong.

Brandon, 28, Real Estate Agent

Just another boring hot person. Nothing to see here.

Brendan, 30, Commercial roofer

Brandan, not to be confused for Brandon, “loves some good true crime, working out and hanging out with his friends.” I can’t even make fun of this man. We have the exact same interests.

Chasen, 31, IT account executive

The Winklevoss twins are actually triplets and Chasen is their long lost brother. But more seriously, have you ever seen someone who looks more like their name than this man?

Chris, 27, Landscape design salesman

“Chris hopes to find a woman who is sharp and witty but also easygoing.” Chris, sweetheart, have you met Clare? Easygoing...? There’s still time back out of this before it’s too late.

Dale, 31, Former pro football wide receiver

Dale aggressively screams “Bachelor material.” I’d say he’s auditioning for that role but Matt James already scooped it up. Better luck next year, Daley.

Demar, 26, Spin cycling instructor

Demar is a “very popular spin instructor in Scottsdale and says he can get on that bike and spin to any beat thrown his way.” Imagine how many trophy wives Demar has f*cked?

Eazy, 29, Sports marketing agent

Eazy is very similar to Dale on paper. Except his name is Eazy so he automatically loses that battle.

Ed, 33, Health care salesman

“Ed is looking to find a woman who has natural beauty without looking overly fake.” Ed deserves to die alone.

Garin, 34, Professor of Journalism

Garin’s bio is giving me hubby material vibes. And maybe a little bit of a “gets eliminated on night one” vibe too.

Ivan, 28, Aeronautical Engineer

Ivan, what are you doing here? We’re in a recession. Please go back to your normal job before it’s too late.

Jason, 31, Former pro football linemen

“He is a former NFL offensive lineman who, after suffering too many concussions on the field, decided to prioritize his health and change the direction of his life.” A big, brawny HIMBO with CTE? I feel like he’s Clare’s type.

Jay, 29, Fitness director

There are too many things about Jay that I dislike and I’m trying to keep this brief. Jay says “it's time to take a break from worrying about others and focus on himself instead.” I am willing to bet money that this man has never made a woman c*m.

Jeremy, 40, Banker

Jeremy is the oldest contestant ever to come on "The Bachelorette,” which may seem like a monuments accomplishment but he’s literally only one year older than Clare.

He also “hates Instagram models, both male and female,” so he should have a lot of fun here.

Joe, 36, Anesthesiologist

Before I even saw his profession and location, I thought Joe looked like a doctor I’d find on a NYC dating app...and...uh...I probably did see him on there now that I think about it.

Anyway, this man has apparently been through seven stages of hell while on the front lines fighting Covid-19 in NYC so I definitely think he deserves to find love. Someone marry him please.

Jordan C, 26, Software account executive

I can already tell Jordan is going to get the “I’m young but mature” edit which means he’s probably not going to be good TV.

Too bad someone a tad younger (like Tayshia) wasn’t the Bachelorette. I feel like they’d make a cute couple.

Jordan M., 30, Cyber security engineer

I was going to say something mean but Jordan’s into cyber security and I don’t want my blog to be deactivated, so never mind. Cast photos are historically bad so I’m sure he looks much better in real life.

Kenny, 39, Boy band manager

I could go for the obvious drags regarding this man’s profession (or his sh*tty chest tattoo, or his suspiciously boyish face relative to his age), but I like to think I’m more clever than that.

I’d like to take this time to talk about men, who are obviously difficult people, who rant and rave about how they want an “easygoing” woman. Look into the mirror, bud. No, not the one you use to jerk off to your reflection; the mirror that looks into your soul. Out of respect for the rest of humankind, have some self-awareness. Or maybe just see a therapist.

Mike, 38, Digital media advisor

Mike is seemingly a decent catch, but I can’t help but wonder why he’s still single or how he never (accidentally or on purpose) impregnated a woman in his 38 years of life.

And now that I’m thinking about it, do any of these men have children? I have yet to see any mention of it in their bios. But there are eight men left to review, so there’s still time.

Page, 37, Chef

I spoke too soon. Page is a father! He also hates football! I’m a fan of this man. I was initially going to drag him for his name and say that Page is not a real name. PAIGE is a real name. PAGE is a piece of paper. I’m allowed to say this because we have the same name except mine is spelled the correct way. Based on my (mostly positive) review of his cast bio, I have decided not to hold his name against him.

Riley, 30, Long Island City

Riley, once married with children, would like to go on a family vacation that consists of touring every single MLB stadium in the country. If i were his wife, I would simply never give this man children.

Robby, 30, Insurance broker

No more Robbys on The Bachelorette. Society has evolved past its need for more Robbys.

This Robby described his dream woman as: “Incredibly athletic and able to throw back a few beers with him after a day of hiking. She has a sweet personality and won't mind that he spends his Sundays on the golf course.”

Someone please give this man a sex doll. He just wants a hole.

Tyler C., 27, Lawyer

“Tyler C. is a badass lawyer who says he is a businessman by day and a cowboy by night.” How does that make him a lawyer? Does this mean he’s into cosplay? I’m confused.

Tyler S., 36, Music manager

Tyler makes an honorable living off riding his brother’s dick success as a country singer. “He just LOVES his job!” Uh yeah, I would too if I had a low-show, high-paying job off the merits of nepotism. It’s the American dream.

Yosef, 30, Medical device salesman

Another dad! He’s totally going to pull the “girl dad” narrative. That saying is kind of sexist to me but the masses generally eat it up, so I’m fairly confident Yosef will get the "sweet guy” edit he’s looking for.

Zac C., 36, Addiction specialist

“He loves Philadelphia sports and dreams of sharing a Philly Cheesesteak with his future wife while watching the Eagles win a Super Bowl.” This man is so South Jersey it hurts.

On a more serious note, I don’t think anyone in recent history has spoken openly about their personal struggle with addiction on this show, so I hope Zac gets a chance to tell his story.

Zach J., 37, Cleaning service owner

Zach is seemingly obsessed with Clare already and hopes to introduce her to his mom as his fiancée. Since Zach watched Clare on Juan Pablo’s season, you’d think he’d know that Clare would first meet his mom during the final four hometown dates. Assuming he makes it that far. My prediction is that he won’t.

Final thoughts

After eight long months Bachelor Mondays are back!!!

Uhh....wait.

Actually, we now have the less-exciting Bachelor Tuesdays. Yeah, it definitely doesn’t have the same ring to it. But I’ll take anything at this point.

Here are my final predictions:

First impression rose: Dale. It just looks like he can turn on the bullsh*t charm

Final rose: Jason. Clare wants a HIMBO I just know it.

Bachelor: nobody (Matt James is The Bachelor)

Most likely to get engaged on Bachelor in Paradise: Blake M2

Most likely to get canceled online: Bennett

Most likely to get sent home night one but deserve better: Chris

Who are your favorite men cast on this season?

#The Bachelorette #abc #clare crawley #chris harrison #photo credit: ABC

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I used to think I just needed strong women characters or real life strong women to look up to.

I thought I didn't want to be a woman because I didn't see myself reflected in tv shows within women characters, but I did see myself within male characters.

I used to think I just needed a push.

But then I slowly realized over the years it wasn't strong female characters I needed.

I grew up with Leia Skywalker. Lt. Uhura, Counselor Troi & Dr Crusher. Drs Samantha Carter & Janet Fraiser.

I began paying attention. All my fave characters are strong, male or female, and I started to list the women to see if I could see myself. Heres the list I compiled, with no regards to when I was introduced to said character:

Daenerys Targaryen, GoT

Aeryn Sun, Farscape

Chiana, Farscape

Yennefer of Vengerberg, The Witcher

Lt Nyota Urhura, Star Trek TOS

Lt Nyota Urhura, Star Trek Reboot

Dr Carol Marcus, Star Trek Reboot

Dr Martha Jones, Doctor Who

Jackie Tyler, Doctor Who

Basically all the women companions of the Doctor actually they all kick ass

Kaylee, Firefly

Zoey, Firefly

Inara, Firefly

At this point I was like, ok, they're all kickass. Yet I identified more with their male counterparts. Daniel Jackson being the most notable (i even seriously considered being an archaeologist but decided against it for ethical & financial reasons)

Now I know I'm trans, and the weirdest thing is once I was like "oh, I'm a man" I started seeing myself in all characters I loved.

I wonder if I wasn't seeing myself as an unconscious way of telling myself, "Hey. You aren't a woman. Stop that."

And now that I'm no longer trying to be a woman, I'm free. I'm free to identify with certain aspects because I'm not suppressing myself anymore & I can let myself see me in all humans coz I'm not desperately trying to be okay in my own skin.

Maybe this will help someone else who's struggling.

Also I hope it didn't post three times coz my tumblr was glitching & I couldn't repost or post anything myself. Yay tumblr lmao

#personal story #personal experience #personal thoughts #trans story #trans man #transman

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20/20 Albums of the Year

Circles by Mac Miller | Hip-Hop, Soul, Funk Released: January 17, 2020

Best Album For... Pouring One Out for Mac

I wrote a few different drafts of this album summary, and none of them felt like they really fit the impossibly large bill of accurately describing the posthumous importance or brilliance of this album. If you are a fan of hip-hop or soul music of any kind, try to give this piece of work a chance. I for one, used to judge Mac based on his early frat rap days in the late 2000s. But a decade later he came to leave the world with one of the most surprising and frankly impressive artistic evolutions that I’ve been able to witness in real time. RIP Mac.

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Start With: “Circles” or “Everybody”

Marigold by Pinegrove | Alternative Country and Folk Rock Released: January 17, 2020

Best Album For… Passing Through a Small Town on a Cloudy Winter Day

Pinegrove was one of the last great concerts I got to experience before the pandemic. And it was my favorite performance of theirs from the last 6 years of seeing them play live. Is this my favorite album of theirs? Honestly, it’s not. But I still find it extremely enjoyable, and the memory of seeing these songs performed live, along with some of their classics, was enough for me to include it on this list. This is an album that marks Pinegrove’s exit from their pop punk roots. It’s still sentimental, but much more country and folk rock focused vs. anything trying to be associated with emo or punk.

Spotify Apple Music YouTube Pandora Start With: “The Alarmist” or “No Drugs”

Watch This Liquid Pour Itself by Okay Kaya | Synth Pop, Art Rock, Folk Released: January 24, 2020

Best Album For… Crywanking at 3am, Bathed in The Dull Light of Your Overheating Laptop

What if Feist and Father John Misty had a secret love child? They might sound something like Okay Kaya. Self proclaimed “Singer ~ Crywanker,” Okay Kaya brings serious BDE to weirdo art pop that she seems like she could be a plant from the mind of Nathan Fielder. Kaya delivers with such deadpan precision as she rolls out line after line of sarcastic joy, staring blankly at our dystopian reality. “Here I am, the whole world is my daddy,” “Netflix and yeast infection,” “Sex with me is mediocre,” “I just want us to do well like Jon Bon Jovi’s Rosê,” and, “My parasite and I are blushing / In the zero interaction ramen bar,” are just a few examples of some of her memorable and biting lyrics. The entire album is both a critique and nihilistic fondness for the absurdity of our lonely technological society, not quite sure how to deal with taboos like repressed female sexuality, depression, and codependency.

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Start With: “Baby Little Tween” or “Asexual Wellbeing”

UNLOCKED by Denzel Curry and Kenny Beats | Hip-Hop Released: February 7, 2020

Best Album For... Nodding Your Damn Head To, Feeling Cooler Than You Actually Are

I had to double check that this was an album. Clocking in under 20 minutes, this collection of songs feels more like an EP, especially with the track titles that purposefully look like file names and placeholders. But for a short album, Denzel wastes no time, furiously zigging and zagging effortlessly over Kenny Beats’ 90s New York-indebted production (ad libs and all). Kenny pulls out samples of an array of pop culture references made by Denzel (like quotes from movies and weapon sound effects like a lightsaber) — as he rotates his flow between admirable impressions of DMX, Nas, and Joey Bada$$.

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Start With: “So.Incredible.pkg” or “DIET_”

Cardboard City by Zack Villere | Pop, Electronic, R&B Released: February 14, 2020

Best Album For… Pal-ing Around With Your Friends From High School, Maybe Quoting Superbad At The Same Time

The first time I watched a music video from Zack Villere, I noticed the top comment said: “how did frank ocean get trapped in mark zuckerberg.” And while that definitely gets at the heart of how Zack Villere presents himself, he is not a phenomenal singer like Frank Ocean is, nor does he come off as an asshole like Mark Zuckerberg does. I would say that he is just a slightly awkward nerdy white guy who loves hip-hop production and R&B melodies. So the better question is really, “how did drake get trapped in michael cera?” This premise should not work at all, but somehow it does. This is only Villere’s second album, but he shows some serious production and songwriting chops, plus a commitment to his delivery that comes across as genuine, charming, and unique.

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Start With: “Grateful” or “Superhero Strength”

The Slow Rush by Tame Impala | Psych Rock, Synth Pop, Disco Released: February 14, 2020

Best Album For... Throwing a Silent Disco For One

Tame Impala continues on their now 10 year streak of psych rock dominance. Along the way we’ve seen Kevin Parker master and stretch the boundaries of psychedelic production. This has resulted in his music coming as close to sounding like the best aspects of The Beatles, while also expanding into hip hop drums, R&B hooks, plus more and more electronic elements. This is an album that I was not super impressed with when it initially came out, but as we entered the pandemic and were tasked with finding small joys in staying at home all the time, I found myself going back to this album and appreciating the themes of solitude and self reflection that Parker has drawn from throughout his career.

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Start With: “Posthumous Forgiveness” or “One More Hour”

1988 by Knxwledge | Hip-Hop Released: March 27, 2020

Best Album For... Pumping Your Brakes and Driving Slow, Uh *Homie* Although this album is named after a year in the 80s, the sound here is a perfect portal back to 90s golden era hip-hop, with all the gospel, soul samples, and the kind of deep bass you want to feel in your chest. This is the rare, largely instrumental hip-hop album that I find myself going back to, other than works from the legendary J Dilla and MF Doom. Knxwledge is good friends and a frequent collaborator with Anderson .Paak (in the form of NxWorries). Here we get Anderson to grace us with his presence on the track “itkanbe[sonice]”, and of course it sounds just like an authentic vintage soul sample. When I hear this collection of songs it makes me wish I still had a car, so I could inevitably damage my speakers listening to this.

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Start With: “dont be afraid” or “thats allwekando.”

Future Nostalgia by Dua Lipa | Pop, R&B, Funk, Disco Released: March 27, 2020 Best Album For... Alarming Your Pet With Your Enthusiastic Lip Syncing

This album is a pure sugar rush. Like Bruno Mars with the help of Mark Ronson, or Calvin Harris a few years ago, Dua has harnessed a nostalgia (it’s even in the title, wink) for disco, funk and R&B, and is instantly a sexy, catchy, not-so-guilty pleasure. It’s sad that the majority of these songs are all bonafide club hits that didn’t have a proper home this year … except for my living room. And hopefully yours.

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Start With: “Pretty Please” or “Future Nostalgia”

Hold Space For Me by Orion Sun | Alternative R&B and Hip-Hop Released: March 27, 2020

Best Album For... Wishing Frank Ocean Was Your Dad

“Alternative R&B” is a contentious term, but what else would you call one of a few R&B singers cool enough to make it onto (NYC indie darlings) Mom+Pop Records?? On one hand, she brings the vulnerable and introverted lyrics of an indie singer songwriter like Tracey Chapman, crossed with the raw presence and sweet melodic delivery of a true R&B star like Aaliyah. I’d even go far enough to refer to her as the musical stepchild of Frank Ocean and SZA.

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Start With: “Ne Me Quitte Pass (Don’t Leave Me)” or “Lightning”

You and Your Friends by Peach Pit | Indie Rock and Dream Pop Released: April 3, 2020

Best Album For... Going Back To Your College Town To Crash A Party

Peach Pit seem like they would be cool dudes to hang out with. You have no problem picturing them as the band playing a house show in an indie movie about college kids. And that’s because there’s a familiarity to the scenes that their songs portray, of stumbling through your 20s, either being too dumb or having too much fun to notice. It’s funny to refer to this as “Indie” rock since this is Peach Pit’s major label debut with Columbia Records. But It has all the trappings of Indie; sticky melodies, gentle reverb, an “I’m not trying that hard” vibe, and lyrics that are oddly specific enough to be interesting, but still vague enough to be relatable.

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Start With: “Feelin’ Low (Fuckboy Blues)” or “Shampoo Bottles”

Heaven To a Tortured Mind by Yves Tumor | Psych Rock, Indie Pop, Post-Punk, Alternative R&B, Experimental Electronic Released: April 3, 2020

Best Album For... Tearing Up The Fucking Dance Floor With Your Hot Robot Girlfriend

If Tyler the Creator, Alex G, King Krule, and Blood Orange all got into the studio together and dropped a shit ton of acid on Halloween, their recording session might sound something like Heaven To a Tortured Mind… And even then, you still might have trouble putting your finger on exactly what you’re hearing. “Dream Palette” is a good reference track for Tumor’s most wild and mesmerizing qualities. The biggest styles of the past half century of music have been loaded into this gleefully effective genre blender, with blades of dissonance slicing everything up, creating a surrealist sonic smoothie.

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Start With: “Super Stars” or “Dream Palette”

The New Abnormal by The Strokes | Indie Rock, Dirtbag Disco, Synth Pop Released: April 10, 2020

Best Album For... Mixing Yourself Another Drink This Saturday Night

Back from the dead, The Strokes return with their first album in 7 years to turn some heads and settle back into some old habits. The charming messy haired garage rock of the early 2000s still pops up here and there, but this is really a record where the group is mature enough to show you that they actually are trying, and are unafraid to take joyous swings for the fences. Julian Casablancas pushes his scratchy alley cat yelp of a voice into something more vulnerable, sunny, and sweet, like he asked for a piña colada (you know, with one of those little umbrellas) instead of a double shot of scotch before hopping up on stage… Or maybe he did both. But these days, everyone is looking for some sort of break from our groundhog day lives any way that we can. Sometimes that sounds like selling out, or depending on how you look at it, stepping up. This album is the result of a group of old friends who got together to make music they simply want to make for themselves. Now far removed from the 2000s New York scene where their younger selves were acting too cool and disaffected to care about having fun.

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Start With: “Eternal Summer” or “The Adults Are Talking”

The Loves of Your Life by Hamilton Leithauser | Indie Rock and Alternative Country Released: April 10, 2020

Best Album For... Drinking Down At The Docks, Watching The Sun Set

While I am a fan of The Walkmen, I have no idea what their frontman Hamilton Leithauser looks like or how he dresses. But hearing these songs off of his latest solo, I imagine the following: a member of Mumford and Sons if they were edgy and cooler, giving off a “cowboy rocker meets depression-era dock worker” aesthetic. That’s exactly how his music comes off to me. It’s a convincing blend of blues rock, Americana, and old timey country music. All expertly narrated by dusty country guitars and standup bass, tarnished horns and flutes, and what I imagine to be a restored saloon piano. The Loves of Your Life originally started as a collection of short stories, each about characters based on both people he knew and strangers. Leithauser then wrote the music separately, and finally came to mix and match their parts together in a surprisingly convincing fashion to create the album.

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Start With: “Wack Jack” or “Cross-Sound Ferry (Walk-On Ticket)”

What Kinda Music by Tom Misch and Yussef Dayes | Neo-Soul, Electronic, Hip-Hop

Released: April 24, 2020

Best Album For... Cooking For Someone You’re In Love With

Exactly what kind of music do Tom Misch and Yussef Dayes make? It’s orchestral, it’s jazz-infused, it’s hip-hop beats joined with gentle soul. It’s a little sexy, it’s a little mysterious, and you’re going to want to listen to it a whole lot. That’s it. That’s what kind of music it is! Send tweet.

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Start With: “What Kinda Music” or “Storm Before The Calm”

Petals For Armor by Hayley Williams | Electronic Pop and Art Rock Released: May 8, 2020

Best Album For... Browsing Depop for Your Next 80s Normcore ‘Fit

Hayley, Hayley, Hayley. You are too good for this wretched world!! After exploring more adventurous sounds and genre hopping over the last few Paramore records, Hayley decided to go out on her own. This really frees herself from the expectations that come along with being the face and heart of a wildly popular band for the last 15+ years. Thom Yorke fans rejoice, because Hayley Williams has a clear admiration for Radiohead’s haunting indie electronic vibe, while emoting some pain and darkness atop her love for 80s pop and art rock (think Genesis, Devo, The Talking Heads). This is a promising new avenue for Hayley to explore herself and process her pain and desire completely on her own. I see this new project of hers only blooming further from here.

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Start With: “Simmer” or “Sudden Desire”

Set My Heart On Fire Immediately by Perfume Genius | Indie Pop and Art Rock Released: May 15, 2020

Best Album For... Daydreaming That You Were Somewhere Else

For his 5th studio album, Perfume Genius enlists production wizard and guitar god Blake Mills, along with Grammy Award-winning arranger and multi-instrumentalist Rob Moose to create a beautiful swirling mosaic of 80s pastel pop that also packs serious classic rock grandeur. Bass guitar dances between satin smooth lines on one song to churning distorted currents on the next. Sparkling string arrangements and organs bleed together to expose a fading sunset that you’ll want to try and hold in your hands to keep it in sight. Perfume Genius is unafraid to challenge traditional masculinity, packing a 21st century queer machismo into both the quiet moments and jubilant explosions.

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Start With: “Without You” or “Describe”

græ by Moses Sumney | Indie Pop, Art Rock, Neo-Soul, Psychic Folk Released: May 15, 2020

Best Album For... Astral Projection 101

I mean this in the best way possible, but I think that Moses Sumney is a witch. Or maybe a wizard? There’s no other reasonable explanation for the level of creativity and wonder that he summons. This album feels like a private concert by a waterfall (similar to one on the cover), with ethereal pleas, and heavy ideas—like meditating on what lies beyond the constraints of the physical self and reconsidering how well we can actually trust memory and the mind. Sumney layers his voice to create the effect of a ghostly choir, accented by a stark intimidating falsetto that reverberates through the ruins of an abandoned temple where Sumney is the only one in attendance.

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Start With: “Cut Me” or “Polly”

WILL THIS MAKE ME GOOD by Nick Hakim | Psychedelic Neo-Soul Released: May 15, 2020

Best Album For... Playing Pool in a Hazy Dive Bar

Nick Hakim is a silky smooth smokey crooner who paints with warbly piano loops, dreamy reverb-heavy guitar, boom bap beats—not to mention a falsetto that would make Smokey Robinson jealous. Clearly a fan of Motown and 60s jazz, Hakim could be considered a peer of Thunder Cat and Anderson .Paak’s to a degree. I remember seeing him perform at Music Hall of Williamsburg a few years ago. The performance ended with him falling down on stage (presumably from being under the influence of multiple substances). But while the song continued he popped back up and belted an impressive high note like it was nothing, drink in hand. And it’s that kind of messy beauty that also makes this album so engrossing. Like watching the eye of the storm get closer and closer, but unable to look away from the sheer magnetism that nature can wield.

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RTJ4 by Run The Jewels | Hip-Hop Released: June 3, 2020

Best Album For... Making Your Next Protest Sign

Run The Jewels’ fourth outing might be the most unapologetically angry rap album in the “fuck this” year of 2020. And it reminded me that I should absolutely still be furious about everything that happened during this groundbreaking yet terrifyingly familiar year: country wide protests over the continued murder of innocent black people at the hands of the police, government drone strikes and detaining kids in cages, the state of our environment worsening—and that’s not even addressing the pandemic or election. Killer Mike and El-P are here to scream from the rooftops that our current system of cutthroat capitalism and white supremacy is killing the planet and its inhabitants, and I’m glad that they’re using their platform to continue to sound the alarm.

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Start With: “out of sight” or “ooh la la”

Your Hero Is Not Dead by Westerman | New Wave Revival and Indie Pop Released: June 5, 2020 Best Album For... Wanting Your Old School MTV

The cover of Westerman’s first proper album is mostly black and white, except for the title, which is scrawled out in lettering which spans the Crayola color spectrum. It’s an album that on the surface is cold and buttoned up, but when these choruses open up, the maximalist 80s power pop bursts like the bulbs of a neon sign. There’s a level of even-keeled cool and confidence in small moments on display here that makes this relatively new artist seem well beyond his years. Having seen him play at Rough Trade a few years ago (opening up for the stellar Puma Blue), the songwriting growth on display on this record is impressive. I’m only sad that there wasn’t an opportunity to have seen him play these new songs live.

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Start With: “Easy Money” or “Confirmation (SSBD)”

Punisher by Phoebe Bridgers | Indie Rock and Alternative Country Released: June 18, 2020

Best Album For... Burning Incense and Breaking Out a Ouija Board to Talk to The Ghost of Your Former Self

This is without a doubt, a career defining release for Phoebe. Taking everything she’s learned from writing, performing, and touring with the likes of Lucy Dacus and Julien Baker (in boygenius), and Conor Oberst (in Better Oblivion Community Center), Bridgers levels up to become the truly prolific singer-songwriter she’s been telling us she would always be. Bridgers has explained her personal definition of “a punisher” as a well meaning person who’s, “just talking to you and they don’t realize that your eyes are glazed over and you’re trying to escape.” Vital to understanding this album and its central message is that Phoebe finds herself caught between the contradiction of falling victim to this phenomenon while also doing it herself, especially if she ever met her musical idol, Elliott Smith. Punisher serves as a warning to her audience that if you focus too much on trying to find yourself through other people (via escaping through fandom, drugs, toxic relationships), you’ll always feel lost and dissatisfied, without the proper self awareness to ever quite know why.

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Start With: “Garden Song” or “ICU”

Women In Music Pt. III by HAIM | Rock, Pop, Folk, R&B Released: June 26, 2020

Best Album For... Preparing For A Better 2021, lol

With this album, HAIM skyrocketed to the #1 position of family bands that start with an “H.” Sorry, Hanson! But seriously, HAIM has outdone themselves on this one. If there was one album from this list that I would dub my personal AOTY, this would be it. You might wince at any tracklist longer than 10-12 songs these days (I know I usually do), but almost every song proves itself worthy, pulling at a different thread of my heart until there’s nothing left. Sunshine State Beach Pop? Check. Blues Tinged Dad Rock? Yup! Dive Bar Country? Mmhmm! No, wait, what’s that you say, Glitched-Out R&B? Yes, yes, and yes. You can have it all, sister! ‘Cause when you’re Haim, you’re family! ;) And these three “women in music” continue to prove that they are just about the best Assorted Pop Rocks(™) act in the world right now.

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Start With: “I’ve Been Down” or “Don’t Wanna”

Lianne La Havas by Lianne La Havas | Neo-Soul and Indie Pop Released: July 17, 2020

Best Album For... Sipping Coffee and Journaling on a Weekend Morning

This album exudes a warm vulnerability, like a comforting hug we all needed this year. On her third album, Lianne La Havas makes the risky decision to self title it, a move that artists make when they believe that it is the piece of work that they most want most directly associated with their name. It’s one thing to name your first album after yourself if you can’t think of anything else at the time, but to make a self titled album in the middle of your career, it means that you are sure about having captured who you really are and who you want people to remember you as. “If I love myself, I know I can't be no one else,” La Havas admits on the standout track, “Paper Thin.” She knows that she will meet her destiny and reach self actualization, but only through self love. And finally, I cannot overstate how breathtaking La Havas’s voice comes across on this album. The strength and control on display in her vocal tone and vibrato is quite a spectacle.

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Start With: “Paper Thin” or “Sour Flower”

Limbo by Aminé | Hip-Hop and R&B Released: August 7, 2020

Best Album For... Trying and Get Over Kanye With

On Limbo, Aminé establishes himself as one of the torchbearers of soul-sampling, lyrics-driven hip-hop that still cares about storytelling, skits, and presenting vocals clearly. Kanye West, Drake, and J. Cole all paved the way for someone from the next generation like Aminé to keep the dream alive and avoid succumbing to the “feel good, don’t think” form of passive listening that mumble rap has made the standard for mainstream hip-hop.

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Start With: “Pressure In My Palms” or “My Reality”

Shore by Fleet Foxes | Folk and Indie Rock Released: September 22, 2020

Best Album For... Running Along The Beach With Your Arms Stretched Out

It was really kind of Robin Pecknold and co. to have released an album this triumphant, calming, and awe-inspiring during the year of our Lorde 2020. On behalf of myself and anyone else who suffers from Seasonal Affective Disorder, the SAD people of the world really needed this, man. And to anyone who is quick to judge these beard-o’s of being boring, you’re simply not using your ears properly. Yeah, you know those two things on either side of your head? Get the gunk out of them! That way you’ll hear the choir of angels with acoustic guitars who are here to guide us through quarantine and beyond.

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Start With: “Can I Believe You” or “A Long Way Past The Past”

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artisticestheticreads · 5 years

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Summertime Magic

So, I saw the gif below and thought of a brilliant idea. It’s about 90 degrees out here in my neighboorhood so here is a one-shot about a young woman trying to cool down this summer but she sees something that can heat it up even more.

Something to hold y’all off until I post more of my series for “CONNECTED” and “Beauty and the Panther”.

Pairing: N’Jadaka x Black Thick Reader

Recommended Listening: Summertime Magic by Childish Gambino

LOS ANGELES, CALI, JUNE ‘19

The weather that day was unbearable to point everyone and anyone can walk outside completely nude and no one bat an eye. In a small one-story rented home, a young African American woman had finished her last yarn loc and finally got to rest. She lied there on her stomach, behind in the air with nothing but her undies and a crop top on. The AC was on full blow mode but the sweat still dripped down her forehead. She was in the middle of watching “Black Mirror” when she heard a car pull up her driveway; honking and blasting Tyler the Creator. “Y/N! I know you ain’t shit blood. Let’s go out”, a female voice said. Y/N looked out her window to see her best friend, Kesha, peeking through. She lifted up her window and said: “girl, it’s too hot to be out right now.” Kesha rolled her eyes and said “c’ mon, please. We can go to the store around the corner and chill at the beach. My ac is on and it is beautiful outchea. Now, get dressed and bring ya ass. You got thirty minutes.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and finally took a quick shower, slipped on a yellow short sundress and sandals to show off her bright peach color that matched her coffin-shaped acrylics. She placed a few golden clamps in her hair and was out to the car. “Oooo yes. I am feeling the locs” Kesha complimented as they made their way. “You finished them finally, huh?” Y/N nodded. “Yes, finally. It took all night but finally got it done.” Kesha raked her fingers through her box braids and told her “I may need a touch up in the first two rows. How much you gonna charge me?” Y/N looked at her braids and said “hmm, thirty. Sound good?”

“Yeah, thanks Y/N/N. I have a date next week and I gotta look good.” She looked at Shay and asked: “with you?” Kesha blushed and said “Ricky from down the street.” Y/N’s eyes bugged out. “Ricky?! Sandra’s Ricky?” Kesha raised her finger covering her friend’s mouth. “Used to be. Ricky dumped her months ago because she got comfortable saying nigga.” Y/N put her arm out her window and looked out. “That’s what happens when niggas date woman o other races. Hoes out here think just because the get black dick in them that is the automatic ‘n-card’. They pulled up into the parking lot of the store before Kesha fixed her gloss and observed her cocoa skin in the mirror; they both got out and walked in.

“Exactly. Meet you at the register.” Y/N went to the cooler to observe the drink selection. She caught the reflection of an unknown figure standing behind her. She made her way to the icee machine, grabbed a large cup and mixed Cherry with Coca Cola flavored. She grabbed a straw, taking it out and sliding her glossy lips around it. She turned around and was startled to see the strange man. “What up, baby? Who told you to look that fine?” Y/N rolled her eyes and said “bwoy, bye. I don’t know who you are and I don’t care.” When she was about to walk away, he grabbed her arm tightly and said “come on. I know your ass ain’t got a man.”

All of a sudden, a tall man in a vintage Fresh Prince jersey, black basketball, and Air Force ones stood at 6′2. Broad shoulders, muscular legs, dreads braided back with a nice fade and all, stood behind Y/N. “You aight, baby girl? I was looking for your cute ass.” He gently took her hand in his big one but she did not snatch it back. All she can do was melt into his touch while looking up at him. The stranger looked at the harasser with a brow rose and asked: “ya ain’t tryna be all on my girl, are you?” The man nervously laughed and said “Nah, big man. I didn’t-” The man slid her hand down the woman’s round waist and asked “Princess, is homeboy here giving you problems? Want me to rough his ass up like that last one?” He made his chest bounce when he said it and it made her wonder if anything else can bounce.

She shook her head and he said: “Nah, lemme hear that voice I love so much.” She blushed and said “no, it’s okay. Thank you though.” The man took his sucker out his mouth and smiled. He looked back to the guy and wrapped his arm around Y/N’s neck. “C’ mon, baby. Lemme buy yo snacks and let’s get the fuck outta here.” As they walked away, he looked back at the guy and raised his brow.” Y/N placed her snacks on the counter (a snicker, a spicy pickle and a bag of Cheddar Ruffles) with her drink and pulled the money she made from her last client out her bra; the man stopped her. “I got you, don’t trip.” He handed the cashier a twenty, got his change, got Y/N’s bag and held her hand as they walked out.

He walked them over to his pine-green Ford Explorer and leaned on it. “What’s ya name,” he asked and she said “Y/N” with her hand out. The man saw the creeper walk out and pulled her closer to him. “I’m N’Jadaka. Homeboy is right behind us. Just start giggling” he whispered and she did so but it was a genuine one because he breath was on her earlobe. The man turned the corner and N’Jadaka slowly let go. “Sorry about that. Nigga was tripping back there. Ya alright” he asked and she smiled sipping her drink. “I’m fine. Thank you for helping me out. I would have sprayed his ass but I left my keys in my homegirl’s car.” N’Jadaka looked back and looked at her, eyes traveling from her feet to her locs. “How long you been growing yours?” She laughed. “Unfortunately, it isn’t mine. They are yarn locs.”

His head tilted to the side and he said “oh shit, they look more natural than mine. I like ‘em. You should grow real ones. They fit your cute face.” She blushed and said “thank you. Who does yours?” He shook his head. “Eh, no one out here. I used to go out a barber up north but gas getting expensive.” That’s when he got the idea. “You know how to do dreads and maybe a line-up?” She smiled and said “yeah, let me see. Hold this real quick.” She bent his head down and got on her tippy toes. He placed his right hand her hip as Kesha was about to go to the car but stopped so she can watch.

“Hmmm, they look crotched but most likely twisted and locked. Can give you a hot oil treatment and a nice wash. A few are actually locking together which isn’t bad but they can get natted quick. I can charge about, eh, 75 and that’s with the fade, too. You don’t need a fae right now but we definitely gotta get these dreads right, N’Jadaka. I can give you my number and you can make an appointment. I have a few tomorrow but I can squeeze you in for Friday, sounds good.” He took his blow pop out his mouth and said “yeah, we can do that. What time you want me to come?” She took her drink back, sipping it and said “come over at eleven am. It’s gonna take a while.”

“Cool, I can come after my session at the gym” he handed her his phone to put her number in. She gave back to him and said “there you go. Thanks, again for the help and buying my stuff for me. That was sweet. I can pay you back.” He shook his head and said “don’t worry. It was my pleasure.” He put his cherry sucker back in his mouth as his eyes landed at the car behind her; he smirked. “Someone is waiting for ya, Y/N.” She turned to see Kesha nosey self watching and once she was caught she slipped in. “Text me so I can save your number, okay?” He nodded as he got int the driver seat and pulled off.

“Sooooooo, who was that nice looking brotha” her friend asked. Y/N looked over at Kesha and said: “just a man who help me out.” Kesha smiled rolling her eyes “mhmm, a fine man to add” as she started the car. When they made their way to another location, Y/N’s phone vibrated:

She smiled to herself as she saved his number. A fine man indeed, she agreed with her friend in thought.

Alright, loves. I love this so much btw. But let me know what y’all think and if I should do a chapter two and turn this into a series. I got A BUNCH of good ideas for this.

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sagi-andherthoughts · 5 years

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A Night to Remember

Summary: The event of the year is here! And as preparations, uninvited guests and dancing ensues, sparks will fly and certain feelings will be revealed (maybe).

Pairing: Bill Weasley x Female!OC

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: I know I know I’m very very late with this part 2 and I’m sorry!!! I’m just such a procrastinator and things have been so hectic lately. Anyways I’ve left the ending on the cliffhanger, and I’m sure if I’m gonna continue or not because I’m actually (maybe) planning on doing a series inspired by my MC’s adventures. I’ll let you guys know.

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Viviane’s Dress:

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After successfully inviting Rowan to the ball as my date, I was summoned back to the Great Hall by Andre, who was excited to show me my clothing options. I owned a couple of dresses and skirts in my wardrobe, but none seemed fitting for what would be the grandest event of the year. And after seeing what Hogwart’s Style Wizard could do, I was looking forward to what he came up with.

The Hall was empty except for myself and Andre, and even from the entrance I could see three mannequins in the front, each with a different dress on them.

“Andre, how did you get everyone to leave so fast?”

“A little magic perhaps?” He joked. “Just kidding, once everyone heard it was for you, they cleared out pretty quickly.”

“Well that’s nice of them. So what are my options?” I looked over to the mannequins and was immediately stunned by the beauty of the dresses. One was a dark blue with stars and constellations woven into the fabric, sparkling and twinkling as if they were real. The second one was a deep maroon with a ruffled tiered bottom and white patterns running across the neckline. The final one was a green cold-shoulder dress with a short slit opening in the middle, and pink petals running down the dress to make it seemed like they were falling.

Seemingly satisfied by my reaction, Andre smiled and waved a hand about dramatically like he was presenting.

“Take your pick Curse-Breaker.”

I walked over and touched each of the dresses, feeling the softness of the fabric under my fingertips. “They are all gorgeous Andre. But…I just feel like they still lack something.” I bit my lip, afraid that my comment had upset him, but to my surprise he had a smile on his face.

“I thought you would say that Viviane, so that’s why I saved the best for last.” He walked over to the corner of the room, where a room divider was set up to form a makeshift changing space, and wheeled another mannequin out.

I gasped as soon as I took a look.

The dress on the mannequin was simply stunning. It was an A-line grey tulle dress with delicate lacing on the bodice. It was also off-the-shoulder and had a sweetheart neckline, helping to show off the right amount of skin without being too risqué.

“Oh Andre.” My hands covered my wide open mouth. “This dress is beautiful.”

“What are you waiting for then?” He was practically pushing me towards the changing space. “Go put it on.”

I quickly changed out of my uniform, and as soon as I put on the dress, I knew that it was the one. I didn’t know how Andre found out my measurements, but it fitted me perfectly, flaring out at my waist and hugged my chest just right. He must truly be a style wizard.

I walked out, cheeks slightly reddening. “So? What do you think?”

“Wow Viviane, you’re going to turn a few heads tonight.” He whistled admiringly. “Twirl around a bit would you?”

I did as he asked, giggling when the dress twirled in a perfect circle, making me feel like one of those ladies in a Jane Austen book going to a soiree.

“You’re a miracle worker Andre, how will I ever thank you?”

“Do the dress justice Curse-Breaker, and that will be enough.”

I went back to change, and as I hugged the dress close to my body to go back to my room, I’ve never felt more excited for the ball.

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The 4th year girls were all scrambling around like mad, screaming and shouting every time someone occupied the bathrooms for too long. The girls’ dorm was a mess of makeup, dresses, shoes, and jewellery flying about, and I coughed as some powder flew into my face.

Rowan was in another bathroom getting ready, and we both agreed to meet at the Great Hall instead of going together to keep the surprise, even though I had already seen her dress. I wiped the powder from my face and dusted them off my dress, then proceeded to put my black hair up into a chignon bun that brushed the nape of my neck. For the finishing touch, I also put on some light lip gloss.

While looking at my reflection in the mirror with satisfaction, I also had to fight the urge to run my hands through my hair and untangling them as a mix of nervousness and excitement started to pool in my stomach. I took a few deep breaths, calming down enough to step out of the bathroom, allowing another girl to race through me and go inside.

I exited the Hufflepuff Common Room and started to make my way to the Hall, catching a few glances and looks on the way as my silver sandals clacked against the floors of the castle. My face began heating up as the looks continued as this was the first time I dressed up this much.

The Ball was already at the full-blown level of activity when I entered, a cacophony of laughter and noises and endless twirls of satin and silk and cotton filled the entire place. Some were standing and chatting, some were munching on the food and refreshments, while others were already swaying to the lively music.

“Viviane!” From a distance, I heard my name got called. When I turned, it was Rowan who was walking towards me. “You look absolutely brilliant! I’ve been telling everyone that you’re my date, I hope that’s all right? I’m just so excited!”

“Of course it’s ok! And you look smashing as well. But I got to see your dress beforehand so I knew you would.”

“Just look at you two.” This time, it was Ben who appeared, more confident thanks to the “Maximus Confidencia” charm. “I’m afraid you might be too adorable for your own good.”

“I’m so glad that you talked us into going to the Ball Viviane, and thanks to Andre, I’ve been getting compliments from everyone.”

“I’ll second that, everyone wants my hat!”

“I’m so happy to hear that. And Rowan?” I turned to my best witch. “I’m sorry that I forced you to go at first and not listen to how you feel. I’ve never seen you so crossed with me, I should have been a better friend.”

In response, she put a hand on my bare shoulder and gave a reassuring smile. “Hey, it all worked out, so there’s no use living in the past yeah? Let’s just enjoy tonight.”

At that moment, Penny in her white and yellow ensemble walked over, looking as beautiful as ever. “Apologies guys, I need to steal Viviane for a moment.” I followed her with a promise that I’ll be back shortly, and we ended up near the night sky dance floor.

“It may sound corny, but I feel like you’ve been part of my Celestial Ball journey from the start!”

“Of course Penny! You deserve to be the head of the committee, you did a fantastic job.”

At that moment, Professor Dumbledore took to the front and cleared his throat, gaining the attention of everybody.

“Students, may I have your attention please? I would like to recognize Professor Flitwick for stepping in to lead the Celestial Ball committee’s decorating efforts. Also, I would like to recognize Penny Haywood, head of the decorating committee. The Great Hall never looked as stellar! Enjoy the ball, everyone!”

“Look at that.” I turned to Penny. “You got mentioned in front of everyone.”

“Oh I could explode with joy right now!” The blonde next to me was practically smiling from ear to ear. She then turned her head around to take in the atmosphere, abruptly stopping when her eyes went to the large front door. “Merlin’s beard, is that Bill?”

My head whipped around faster than a lightning crack, and indeed entering the hall was the handsome Weasley that had been plaguing my mind since the day I found out I have feelings for him. My eyes were drawn to his figure, which wasn’t in his uniform as usual, but in a classic suit with a deep red shirt. As he approached, I also noticed that he had on a grey waistcoat, the same shade as my dress.

‘Andre you sly wizard.’ I began to blush as I realized that he must have deliberately colour-coordinated our outfits, and couldn’t help the erratic beating of my heart as he walked closer.

He came to a stop in front of Penny and I, widening his eyes when he looked at me. I started to become even more self-conscious under his appraising gaze, and had to mentally stop myself from reaching up and tugging at the loose hair strands brushing my neck.

“Bill! You came by after all.”

“I promised Rowan I would after all.” He smiled. “You look absolutely fantastic by the way.”

I fingered a hair strand as the butterflies came. “Thank you, Andre helped with me with the dress. You looked handsome too.”

“Andre insisted I changed into something nicer. Something about the outfit making the wizard.” He weaved a hand through his fiery hair sheepishly. I wondered if he realized we were basically matching. Penny must have, because as she stood next to us, she kept looking at us back and forth and had a knowing smirk on her face.

“Oh no.” Penny groaned as a flash of pink caught my eye. “What are you doing here?”

Emily Tyler, that bloody witch, sauntered over in her usual horrendously pink outfit and smug face.

“I came to see if your decoration theme turned out better than mine would have. It didn’t.” She eyed the hall in disdain, making my blood started to boil a little. “But mostly, I was looking for Bill and saw him walk in here.” At that, my blood immediately went from hot to cold.

“Looking for me? Why?” Bill was as confused as we all were.

“To rescue you from these kids so we can spend some time together.”

“Kids?” I didn’t try to hide the sarcasm in my voice. “We’re not that much younger than you, Emily.”

Bill looked back to her, still having this confused and incredulous look on his face. “You want to spend time with me, Emily?”

“Yes, I made a mistake rejecting you, Bill. And I don’t make mistakes often. So let’s get away from this Celestial Ball nonsense you’ve gotten involved in. We can go to Three Broomsticks for Butterbeer. What do you say?” Emily looked at him up and down, definitely realizing how handsome he was.

“I say…” My eyes kept darting between them both, and as I saw Bill mull over the idea, my heart began to sink. Of course he’s going to say yes, how could he not? Emily is gorgeous and feisty and Bill used to have the biggest crush on her. I was wrong to even hope that there was something more between us, he probably said what he said when I was struggling to find a date to encourage me.

I hung my head and bit my lip in anticipation of his sure reply, one which will definitely break my heart.

“Not if you were the last witch on the planet, Emily. You’ve been too rude to my friends and to me.”

Wait…what?

I flung my head up, totally shocked by his reply. And I wasn’t the only one with a wide-open gape.

“If you’ll excuse me, I see Rowan.” He gave us one last satisfying smile, and proceeded to walk briskly to the girl in the blue dress standing by the fireplace. All three of us followed his figure, still surprised by what he said, but this time I had a wide smile on my face.

“Bill would rather spend time with Rowan Khanna than me? Even if I were the last witch on the planet?”

“Wasn’t ‘Planets’ your decorating theme?” I couldn’t help but added. “I much prefer Penny’s stars.”

“I’ll walk you out, Emily. And by the way, nice hair.” Now Penny was the one with the smug look on her face, completely enjoying the event that just happened.

The pink witch was visibly taken aback by our reaction, and she wasn’t sure how to respond. “Now I’m the one not sure if you’re being sarcastic or not.”

After the Emily Tyler debacle, the night went on without a hitch. We enjoyed the food and chatted before going to the dance floor and dancing to the music. Rowan and I danced to some Celestina Warbeck, and our whole group joined together when “Livin’ On A Prayer” came on. Thanks to some of the Muggleborn and Half-blood students lending their several records, we were able to enjoy both Wizard and Muggle music.

After a while, I felt myself breathing hard from dancing and laughing so much, so I decided to retire to the refreshments table, sipping a cup of chilled Butterbeer and munching on mini Cauldron Cakes. I was in the middle of stifling a laugh seeing Ben trying to do the Moonwalk when out of the corner of my eyes I saw Bill walking towards me with a wide smile on his face.

“I never thought dances can be so fun.” He leaned back on the table trying to catch his breath.

“I know, it’s a welcoming change from the usual.” We stood there for a while, simply talking about anything and everything, when I heard the music change into a slow and mellow song. People on the dance floor began pairing up immediately, and after the first few notes I recognized it to be Endless Love by Lionel Richie and Diana Ross.

“This is my favourite song.” Already I was humming along and tapping my foot silently.

“Oh? Then,” Bill suddenly turned to me, bowing and offering his hand. “Can I have this dance?”

I was motionless for a second before my brain finally caught up. I smiled and took his hand in mine. “I would be delighted.”

We were on the dance floor once more, but this time his hands were circled around my waist while mine wounded together on the back of his neck and we were so close that I was afraid Bill could hear the erratic beating of my heart.

It took a moment for us to learn each other’s rhythms, but once we did we soon found ourselves lost in our own world, a world of starry skies and twinkling lights. This was my first time dancing with Bill, so inevitably I was very nervous, and found myself avoiding his gaze.

“A galleon for your thoughts?” It was his voice that drew me back to the blues of his eyes.

I shrugged my shoulders. “Oh you know, the usual: classes, Cursed Vaults, Emily Tyler.” I might have whispered the last part under my breath, but he heard me nonetheless.

“Emily Tyler?” He raised his eyebrows. “Why?”

“Well,” I momentarily released one hand from his neck to play with the loose strands of my bun, trying to act nonchalant. “I was just wondering why you turned her down earlier. You used to fancy her a lot.”

“The keywords in that sentence is ‘used to’ Viviane.” He chuckled. “I fancied her once, yes. But ever since I found out her true nature and how she treated people my feelings for her began to fade. Besides,” Bill leaned closer to me, so close that our foreheads were almost touching. “There’s someone else on my mind now.”

I would have choked and died if I had not reminded myself to breathe. Would it be too absurd, too unbelievable, for me to think that he might be referring to me? To think that William Arthur Weasley, the coolest Prefect and skilled dueller of Hogwarts who I’m sure most girls fawn over, fancies Viviane Themis Albion, the troublemaking Curse-Breaker in search of her missing, possibly mad brother?

“Oh?” My throat suddenly became very dry, and I had to swallow several times to try and form coherent words and sentences. “And do I happen to know this person?”

Bill didn’t answer my question immediately, opting to give me a smirk instead, his blue eyes alight as if he enjoys keeping me in the dark. He quickly turned around to scan the room, and once satisfied he raised a hand to stop my fingers from playing with the hair strands, and tucked them behind my ears, making my cheeks heat up.

He leaned down and whispered into my ear. “Why don’t we get out of here and find out?”

The song stopped.

#hogwarts mystery #hogwarts mystery mc #bill weasley #bill weasley x oc #bill weasley x mc #bill weasley x jacob's sibling #hogwarts mystery celestial ball #hphm #hphm fanfiction

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On Good Omens: A Queer Mormon Perspective

Watching Good Omens, one scene struck me in particular.

In Episode 4, convinced that there is nothing more he can do to prevent armageddon, the demon Crowley calls out to God:

“Great plan! God, you listening? Show me a great plan!”

Then, in a softer voice:

“Okay, I know, you’re testing them. You said you were gonna be testing them. You shouldn’t test them to destruction, not to the end of the world!”

For a lot of people of religious backgrounds, this manner of speech probably seemed shockingly casual and insolent, maybe written off as to be expected from a demon with no respect for God. But to me, this manner of prayer was shockingly familiar.

For context, Mormons don’t have set prayers – other than those for very specific sacraments – so most Mormon prayers are made up of whatever the speaker feels impressed to say. Group prayer requires a certain level of formality in language, but personal prayer – not being heard by anyone else – often doesn’t. The emphasis by the Church on prayer is that it is sincere, from the heart, and not just a “vain repetition”, recited without feeling. Prayer is a direct line to God and should be used for earnest, genuine conversation.

So when I heard Crowley’s prayer – because it is a prayer – I was struck with the realisation that he prays like me.

As a queer person – especially a queer afab person – growing up in a church with a strong focus of marriage between a man and a woman, and starting a family, as the only path to salvation – a church publicly opposed to same-sex marriage and which treats unmarried women like perpetual children still waiting for adulthood (read: heterosexual married life) to begin – I’ve often felt like I don’t belong. There is no Plan of Happiness for me: I don’t want to marry a man; the thought of having sex and bearing children makes me feel repulsed; I’m sick of having to pretend to be female because there is no place in the Plan for nb people. Is there any point in trying to live a good, Church-filled life if there’s no place for me in Heaven?

This is what drew me to Crowley. He’s not a bad person: he cares deeply for humanity and for Aziraphale, is shocked when he learns about the Flood, and goes out of his way to make sure the paintballers all have ‘lucky misses’. And yet he fell. For not fitting in, for “ask[ing] questions”, he was cast out.

In Episode 3, Crowley screams at the sky,

“Great pustulent, mangled bollocks to the great blasted plan!”

and his dismissal of Aziraphale’s “may you be forgiven”:

“I won’t be forgiven, not ever! […] Unforgivable, that’s what I am.”

provides what is perhaps the biggest component to his attitude in prayer. He is “unforgivable”, rejected by God. He truly believes this.

So when he prays, he prays like someone with nothing to lose. Someone who’s already received the worst punishment God can give him, so who has no fear of any further repercussions. He doesn’t trust that God is fair – why would he? And yet here he is, pleading mercy for the humans’ sake in the most irreverent and direct way possible, as though maybe it will make a difference.

It was remeniscent, to me, of Tyler Glenn’s Midnight – a sung prayer to God written in direct response to the homophobic Mormon 2015 policy change (now reversed) which led to a shocking increase in queer Mormon suicides.

The song is angry, bitter and shockingly irreverent. And yet it is also hopeful, vulnerable and – most of all – earnest. Glenn pours all of his feelings into this song, bearing his heart and his deeds to God – it’s the furthest thing from a ‘vain repetition’ I can imagine.

And perhaps it is a testament to the state of current Christianity – or maybe just Mormonism – that the most irreverent prayers, the most insolent, foul-mouthed, disrespectful prayers I’ve heard almost always seem to be the sincerest. I’ve prayed both ways – trite pleasantries and bitter irreverence – and guess which prayers were the sincere ones.

But Good Omens is hopeful too. Because things do turn out well. The world doesn’t end. The Great Plan turns out to be seperate to the Ineffable Plan. And that perhaps was the most hopeful thing of all. God’s will was not directly reflected in the Plan She gave Her angels. Giving Heaven that Plan was nescessary to orchestrate the Ineffable one, but it was not the same and Aziraphale and Crowley and their actions were part of the Ineffable Plan too.

And maybe it wasn’t fair that Crowley had to fall. Maybe he didn’t deserve it. But his position as the demon to deliver the antichrist was essential to events as they unfolded. God put Crowley right where She needed him.

So maybe the same applies to my life. Just because God has given instuction to the Church that sidelines and dismisses so many people for reasons beyond their control doesn’t mean that that is God’s true Eternal plan, a plan which we mortals cannot even begin to fathom. Maybe I don’t need to pretend I’m something I’m not after all, in order to be Saved.

And things don’t have to feel fair, when I know so little of God’s plan. Because maybe I am right where I’m needed.

#good omens #mormonism #crowley

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missnmikaelson-main · 5 years

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Hush Chapter 2

I do not own TVD or TO.

The Muse hit me over the head, so here's chapter two.

One Month Ago

She was late. She was so late. She was never going to live it down and it was all Damon's fault.

If he hadn't cheated on her she wouldn't have moved out and into the only apartment she could afford on the other side of town; nearly a twenty minute commute at the best of times.

She might have gotten away with being five minutes late, or even ten, but she really should have been at work thirty minutes before. She could have made it and only been twenty-five minutes late, but everyone knew if you were more than twenty minutes late for work you showed up with coffee for the boss, or you didn't show up at all.

She ran into the morning meeting and skidded to a stop at the podium, holding out the Styrofoam cup filled to the brim with steaming latte.

"Are you trying to butter me up so I disregard the fact that you're a half hour late for work?" Caroline cocked an eyebrow and sipped the drink.

"Is it working?" Elena smiled with a tiny tilt of her head; the sweet one she had used since high school.

Before Caroline could answer there was a low wolf whistle from behind Elena's back; fire flashed in her eyes, and it was a good thing she hadn't had time to load her gun.

"Nice ass, Gilbert."

"I know you didn't just say that Salvatore," she glared at him, but he just smirked in reply. Her clip full of ammunition weighed heavily in her jacket pocket. She could have let a bullet fly towards his thigh – or maybe a little higher – and he would have made a full recovery; for the most part anyway.

"If you have been here on time then you would know that Damon's highly inappropriate comment is actually on topic," Caroline glared. "We think we've found the human trafficking front and need someone to go undercover."

"What's that got to do with my ass?" Elena frowned. She didn't mind Caroline referencing her hind quarters; they had been friends since middle school.

"Everything baby…"

"We're not together anymore Damon, so don't call me baby," she snapped. Thirty seconds and she could load the clip; she had the best shooting average of anyone in the room.

"Only a matter of time doll face," he smirked, "before you come running back. You can't get by without all this," he gestured to his body.

Caroline reached out and grabbed Elena's elbow. It pained her to have to reach in her friend's pocket and take the ammunition away, but as much as she wanted to see Elena fire one into her cheating ex-boyfriend she couldn't let her; they were in a room full of witnesses, and while most of them might have looked the other way she knew Enzo would have been Damon's witness for the assault charges.

"Could the two of you save your bickering for your free time? Preferably when you're not surrounded by co-workers," Caroline placed the loaded clip on the podium and smiled sweetly.

Elena nodded and tried to swipe back her clip.

"After the meeting," Caroline waved her to the chairs.

She took one look at her peers and saw the only empty seat was the one next to Damon. It was lucky for him that Matt vacated his chair and took the other so Elena could sit next to Tyler.

"Now that we're settled," Caroline sighed, turning to the projected slide, "let's get back to business. We know of three women, who have disappeared in the past few weeks, and after initial research we've learned they all had one thing in common; all three of them worked at the Abattoir."

Elena nodded; she suspected the recap was for her benefit since everyone else in the room looked bored. Her eyes scanned the picture. She knew the club well; it was one of the better known establishments in the city. Beautifully built; it was one of the original buildings from before the fires that burnt the city to the ground a century before.

"The Abattoir is the last place they were all seen – that we've ascertained – so we need someone to go in undercover and it needs to be someone who has not been actively involved in the case thus far," Caroline turned away from the screen. Her green eyes scanned Elena's reclined figure in a lazy sweep. "How's your dancing?"

Elena's mouth popped open; she snapped it closed and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Why am I being sent in?"

"Two reasons," Caroline held up her fingers. "One: you were late. Two: one of the clubs owners was here last night being questioned about our victims. Every female in the precinct, save for you, was in the bull pen."

Elena decided then and there that it was Damon's fault since she had only taken the evening off because she's needed to move her things in to the new apartment. Oddly enough it was only a couple streets away from the Abattoir.

"Why can't I be a bartender?" Elena tossed her hair over her shoulder.

"Dancers are the ones being targeted," Damon rolled his eyes, "and if you're a dancer you've got freedom to roam over the floor and have access to the back rooms. You'd be amazed what people say while a woman is grinding on their colleague."

"You would know," Elena grumbled. She really wanted her clip back.

"I hate to agree with Damon," Matt rolled his eyes, "but he's got a point about being able to move around; if you're a bartender than you're stuck behind the bar. Can you dance, Lena?"

"Oh, she can dance," Damon smirked. "Elena's up there with Crystal, Josephine Baker, and Mata Hari."

"Who's Crystal?" Elena held up her hand before he could respond. "Never mind, I don't want to know."

"That could be your stripper name," Valerie grinned.

"You think I would pull of Crystal?" Elena scoffed.

"No," she shook her head, "you could be Mata Hari."

"I think that might be a little on the nose," Caroline clicked her tongue.

"How about a demonstration, babe?" Damon spun in his chair and smirked. "So everyone knows you can do the job."

"Murder is illegal," she muttered under her breath, "murder is a crime," she inhaled a calming breath, "murder will get you locked up for life."

"Only if you get caught," Tyler whispered.

Elena had to cover her mouth to hide her giggle.

"Elena?" Caroline sipped her latte. "Are you up for this?"

"I'll take the assignment," she lowered her hand, "but I'm not practicing here."

"Of course not," Caroline waved her hand. "You wait here and we'll get you set up for the operation, everybody else: you have open cases of your own to work on."

Everyone moved at once, anxious to get back to work.

Elena grabbed her clip at the front and loaded her gun, tucking it back into the shoulder holster under her leather jacket.

"Oh and Damon?" Caroline called.

"Yeah, captain?" He stopped at the door. "You want my help getting her outfitted?"

"No," Caroline smiled the sweet smile that spoke trouble for anyone in her path. "I want you to attend the sexual harassment seminar. It'll take you a week to complete, and in the meantime I'll be moving you to the night shift where you will have desk duty until you've finished the class and issued a formal apology."

"What…"

"You're lucky I'm not taking your badge," Caroline cut him off with an icy stare. "Now go home, and I'll let Ric know to expect you tonight."

He grumbled but left the precinct, knowing better than to argue with Caroline Forbes.

"If I say I love you am I going to be sent for a seminar too?" Elena grinned.

"No, because we say that every day," Caroline snickered. She waved one hand to the door. "He's had that coming for a while now."

"That he has," Elena nodded, "thank you."

"Anything for my bestie," she started towards her office to get the card for precinct expenses, "as long as it's legal," she added.

Elena laughed, shaking her head.

"You'd help me hide a body, Caroline Forbes."

"Oh, I would totally help you hide a body," she grinned. She pulled open her desk drawer and flashed the grey plastic.

"What's that for?" Elena frowned at the card.

"You've got to get a job at a strip club Elena," Caroline rolled her eyes, reaching for her purse. "I'm given to understand the club covers the expenses, but you have to get the job first so you'll need an interview outfit."

"You know I do have nice underwear," Elena rolled her eyes, but let her friend pull her through the bullpen. "How long is this going to take?"

"All of your nice underwear is falling apart, or nowhere near the standards they should be. I know because I helped you pack all of your stuff," she pushed the button for the elevator that would take them to the parking garage. "Shopping shouldn't take too long, but the assignment might be a while. You know what undercover is like."

"I do," she nodded.

Elena tilted her head, examining her reflection in the mirror. She would need a haircut before setting up an interview; the layers had grown shaggy over the busy months.

"You can't be seen around the precinct," Caroline continued, "and you'll need to refrain from revealing your actual job to your neighbors."

"It's kind of a good thing that I moved then," Elena crossed her arms.

The elevator doors slid open and they stepped out into the garage, making their way to Caroline's Taurus.

Caroline stripped off her jacket and stashed her badge in the glove compartment as Elena slid into the passenger seat.

"We'll get you a burner phone for while you're at the club," she continued, peeling out of the garage and turning towards the center of New Orleans where they could shop without being recognized.

"Any surveillance tech, or are we going on my word alone?" Elena watched the people walking on the street. She unhooked her gun and stored it under the seat when Caroline approached the shopping center.

"Oh you missed that bit," Caroline's eyes lit up. "We just got all this new tech. There's this teeny tiny," she held her fingers close together, "recorder about the size of micro SD card. It only holds six hours of audio, but it has an on/off switch. We could hide it in a necklace, or taped somewhere on your body."

"Where would you hide something like that?" A line appeared between Elena's brows.

"Where your clients will be looking," Caroline smirked, pointing to the area between her breasts. "Under your bra."

"Isn't the Abattoir topless?" Elena frowned.

"You gonna embrace the full job?" Caroline cocked an eyebrow.

"If I'm undercover I'll likely have to," Elena shrugged. "It's cool," she waved one hand; "I've got nice boobs."

"I think you mean gorgeous," Caroline giggled, "and if that's the case than hide it in your underwear. They're not fully nude. If they were then they couldn't serve alcohol."

The first chapter was not what it seemed, but I'm wondering how many of you were thinking the worst of Elijah and Damon.

Tags @rissyrapp20 @elejah-wonderland @elejahforever @eternityunicorn @morsmornte @fandomrulesall @xanderling

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woildismyerster · 6 years

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Hello! I love your writing so much! I was hoping to make a request, because no one makes my heart flutter like Kevin G. I thought maybe Kevin and the reader both have feelings for each other but are oblivious to it, so someone asks the reader to the spring fling and she accepts, and after the mathlete’s competion Kevin goes to the dance and confesses his feelings and just super fluffy? Thank you so much! Love your blog!

Kevin is seriously a Good Boy.

It seemed like a societal flaw to trap members from the world’s most hormonal, unstable people group in a building together for seven hours every day. You weren’t sure that bring in such close proximity brought out everybody’s civilized side, and the current school year had proven that point.

Teenagers are emotional. Teenagers are devious. Teenagers will stab each other in the back for something extreme, like for the greater good, or for something trivial, like to get the last fruit roll up.

That being said, you weren’t one to talk. Your mad crush on Kevin Gnapoor made you as irrational as the rest of them. You didn’t tell people, but these were rapid animals. They could smell it.

Regina had thrown it at you in an offhanded comment while you worked on a group project with the two of them. Kevin shot you a look, as though to tell you that laughing would only make her worse.

Tyler had noticed it right away, and though he didn’t tell anyone, you could feel the way he watched all of your interactions like a soap opera.

Marwan noticed later. He thought that you had terrible taste, but he smiled while he said so.

Norbury reminded you, as sarcastic as ever, that there was a Mathletes competition the night of the dance. She told you that you would fail her class if Kevin ditched to go to the dance with you.

Kevin was probably a whale or something, because he couldn’t smell the smitten on you at all. At. All.

It would have been funny if that didn’t allow you to pretend that you stood a chance.

“I mean, a female Doctor? The feminists are taking over!” Tyler had put on a nasally voice, and none of the rest of you hesitated before joining him. “I’m an adult virgin!”

“If only we’d had developed senses of humor when Vine was alive,” Marwan mourned.

“The world couldn’t have handled all of this,” Kevin said. He spun in leisurely circles in the computer chair.

You snorted. “Right, that’s it. It isn’t that you aren’t funny.”

“I’m hilarious, son.”

“Say something funny.”

Kevin grinned at you, head tilted back so he could see you upside down. “Couldn’t possibly say something that’s funnier than your face, Y/N.”

The others cupped their hands over their mouths. “Ooooooooh.”

“Wow,” you said. “You’re right. That’s totally Vine material. You’d have been rolling in dough by now.”

“I’d be making it rain,” Kevin said dreamily. “The ladies would be going wild.”

“If only you were old enough to hire a prostitute,” you deadpanned.

Tyler laughed. “She got you there, man.”

“I’m tall,” he protested. “And any honey would be willing to bend rules to get with Kevin G.”

“But here you are, single as ever,” you said. You gave the chair an extra boost, sending him spiralling.

Kevin spread his arms, smacking Marwan in the side with every twirl. “I’m not ready to settle down. I’m enjoying my options.”

“It’s a Friday night,” Marwan pointed out. “I’m not seeing any options here, unless you count Y/N.”

The four of you were sitting in Tyler’s basement, with Twilight Zone reruns playing in the background. The boys weren’t so much as texting any girls, let alone wooing them.

“Y/N does not count,” Kevin ceded. “Unless she wants to go up to Tyler’s room.”

“Sure,” you said sweetly. “C’mon, Tyler. Give me a full tour. Show me everything.”

“Ouch.” Kevin stopped the chair to give you a cocky smile. “I think I could give you just as good of a tour, babe. Kevin G can show you what you wanna see.”

“Believe me, you can’t,” you lied. It was an easy lie to give, and it didn’t feel like it costed you much. Tyler’s eye roll, maybe. Marwan’s huff of disbelief.

All Kevin did was put a hand over his heart. “You don’t mean in. You’ll come around.”

“Try again when you’re making it rain.”

“I will,” he promised. “But you’ll come crawling back before then.”

“Fat chance,” you said, and the grin on his face made you wonder if he knew how flimsy the words were.

“Y/N,” he said eagerly. “Y/N, girl, lovely lady -”

“Kevin,” you sighed back. “Kevin, bro, man ho -”

“Woof,” he grinned. “That would be offensive if it wasn’t my dream.”

You closed your English book and gave him your full attention. “What’s up?”

“We should go door to door tonight to collect cans for the food drive. I want that pizza party in homeroom, yo.”

Tyler looked up from his lunch, surprised. “I thought that you and I were -”

“Nope,” Kevin said smoothly. His body jerked, and there was a thump under the table.

Tyler winced, leaning down to rub his foot. “Jesus Christ, fine.”

“Y/N, let’s do this thing,” Kevin said.

You grinned. “Alright, let’s win a pizza party.”

Tyler shot you a pointed look. You pretended not to notice. Kevin was too busy charting a collection route to see the dopey smile on your face.

“Y/N, I swear to God, I’m going to kill someone if you don’t put Kevin out of his misery soon,” Tyler said earnestly.

“What do you mean?”

“He’s driving me insane. He doesn’t talk about anything else, and his raps are sappy, and he’s so busy trying to prove a point to you that he won’t share food with anyone else -”

You snorted. Your class didn’t win the food drive competition, but Kevin bought a pizza to share with you at lunch anyways. When Tyler and Marwan tried to get in on the action, Kevin said that it was only for the people who went collecting.

“You’re being dramatic,” you said. “Kevin’s always weird. It’s why he’s a good friend.”

“He’s too busy being a good boyfriend to the girl he isn’t dating,” Tyler mumbled. “You have to fix it.”

“By doing what?”

“Tell him that you like him. Lie, and tell him that you don’t like him.” Tyler rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. “I don’t care. But you have to do something.”

“He doesn’t like me,” you said patiently. “You’re being stupid.”

“And you’re being blind.”

You grinned. “Believe me, Kevin would make a move if he felt something. He’s never had any qualms about speaking his mind before.”

Tyler gave a non-committal hum. “Tell him that you like him. He’ll be stoked.”

“Or I won’t tell him, and I won’t be disappointed when he tries to let me down gently.” That seemed like the far superior option.

“Because doing nothing is way better,” Tyler said. “Totally. That’s, like, the epitome of good seduction techniques. Do absolutely nothing and hope that something changes.”

“Yikes.”

“It’s the truth. Either you tell Kevin how you feel, or you try to move on. Waiting hasn’t helped so far,” he pointed out.

That was true. You were as single now as you had been when you first started noticing how incredible Kevin was. Tell him, or move on.

Tell him. You felt sick to your stomach when you imagined the horrified look on Kevin’s face when he realized that there were some decidedly not-friendly feelings mixing in the friendship.

Move on. It didn’t feel any better to picture dating somebody else.

Okay, so both options felt awful. That made things a little easier; you could go all Into The Woods on this and wait for something to decide for you. You would wait for some sort of sign, and let that be the deciding factor.

You waited for a sign, and when it finally arrived, you felt worse than ever.

“If we rap all of our answers at States, the other team will be too intimidated to win,” Kevin insisted.

“Or they’ll answer everything before us,” Marwan counted, “because we’ll be wasting our time trying to freestyle.”

“That’s a personal problem,” Kevin said. “I don’t need time.”

“Y/N, tell Kevin that his idea is dumb AF.” Marwan didn’t bother looking at you, and you didn’t bother giving Kevin an apologetic grin.

“Kevin, that’s a bad plan. Winning will make you cooler than a rap will.”

He deflated for a second, but the smile returned with vengeance. “We’ll be hot stuff when we win,” he agreed. “You’ll have to keep your distance, unless you want to burst into flames on contact.”

“I won’t see you that night.” You sighed, all exaggerated disappointment, in the hopes that they wouldn’t hear the real disappointment that mingled with nerves. “I’ll be at the dance.”

“What?” All three of the boys gaped at you, but Tyler looked the most surprised of all. “I thought you were coming to the competition.”

“I was, but then I got asked to the dance.”

Tyler’s eyes were the size of dinner plates. “You’re going on a date?”

All faces in the room reflected varying degrees of horror, including you. You could only hope that a smile would mask that fact that you really didn’t want to go on this date. “C’mon, guys. It isn’t that crazy that somebody would want to date me.”

“No, not crazy at all,” Kevin said, his face a few shades paler than it had been before. “Who’d you sucker into hanging out with you for the night?”

“Seth Mosakowski,” you said.

Kevin gave a scathing snort. “Dude, he made out with Karen Smith last year. They’re cousins.”

“Good thing I’m not his cousin, then.”

“He’s an idiot,” Marwan said.

“Good thing I’m not, then.”

“You don’t even like him,” Tyler said emphatically.

You looked at your hands. “Good thing he likes me, then.” The words were saturated with bitterness, and it seemed like the mood got to the guys. Smiles were rare for the rest of the afternoon, and they never belonged to Kevin.

Dances were trippy places. It seemed like every moment was blending together, even the moment you were living in. The next morning, you were sure, the entire night would be a messy blur of dim lighting and warm bodies.

You were hoping so, at least, because you weren’t sure that you wanted to remember this date.

Seth was nice, and it wasn’t his fault that this sucked serious balls. It wasn’t his fault that you didn’t like his long, pointless stories. It wasn’t his fault that you didn’t understand the inside jokes he had with his friends, or that you weren’t interested in learning them. The only fault you could see in him was that he wasn’t the person you wanted to be there with.

“So we were in math class,” Seth said.

You hummed in acknowledgement, though he probably couldn’t hear you over the newest Ed Sheeran song.

“Jason was making a bang list for the junior class.”

You glanced back at the gym doors, wondering if it was too early to take your third bathroom break of the night. A tall, dark head of hair was wading through the clumps of students, and everything felt clear for the first time all night.

“He ranked Taylor Wedell over Gretchen, but only when he knew Cady was close enough to hear and report it back to her.”

You waited until Kevin get near enough to hear, and called his name. His head whipped toward you, warm grin plastered on before he even realized it was you. It faltered when he saw you, followed up by something that made you ache. “Looking pretty fly, G. Mathletes jackets are super vogue.”

“Y/N,” Kevin said, a little strangled. “You look amazing.”

“I know, right?” Seth grinned. “How goes it, Gnapoor? You must have missed the memo - we were supposed to look good for this. You wore the wrong outfit.”

Kevin’s smile was back. “Mosakowski. I was surprised to hear that you asked Y/N out; the two of you aren’t related.”

“Seth, can you leave us alone for a second?” You gave him a sweet smile, flicking Kevin an irritated look. Neither one looked pleased, but Kevin had the sense to look nervous. “I have to ask Kevin a question about some homework that’s due Monday.”

“Text me later,” Kevin said. “I’ve got a thing over there.”

“Over where?”

“Anywhere but here,” he mumbled. “Have fun, Y/N. Seth.”

“Not likely,” you mumbled while he brushed past. You felt him pause, surprised, but you didn’t look back.

Kevin: Norbury’s class. five minutes

Y/N: Why?

Kevin: homework

You told Seth that you had to use the bathroom, and he didn’t question it. You couldn’t tell if he truly believed that your bladder was a waterfall, or if he just wanted time away from you too. It hardly mattered.

The classroom door was cracked open, but the light was off. You loitered in front of the door for a minute, wondering if you should go in, until a hand reach out, grabbed your wrist, and yanked you through.

You gave a startled scream, but Kevin’s hand pressed against your lips.

“Jesus God, Y/N. We aren’t supposed to be in here; don’t get us caught.”

“Don’t manhandle me, then,” you snapped back. You had to stifle a grin at the sight of him, even with the irritation fueling you. “If you thought that I had actual homework questions, you are going to be sorely disappointed.”

“If you thought that I was dumb enough to miss the fact that you were lying,” he replied with a wry smile, “you are going to be sorely disappointed.”

You took a few steps back and settled against a desk. The room was too dark, too quiet, for you to stand that close to Kevin without imagining things that probably never happened outside of teen porn. “What’s up?”

“You said that you were having a bad night,” he said, closing the door. “Ya boi is saving you from a bad date.”

You did smile at that. “How sweet. What are you doing at the dance? You had States.”

“We already won, so we thought we should come over.”

“Funny,” you said. “It’s weird that you’d come to a dance, and then lock yourself in a room with me instead of actually dancing.”

“I don’t think it’s weird at all,” he said. In three long strides, he came to your desk, put his hands on your waist, and kissed you.

Moments in the evening had been blurring before, but now everything was perfectly clear. You were aware of everything - the lingering taste of an orange creamsicle that he must have had on the way over, the sound of corny music playing in the distant gym, the scrape of his teeth against your lips, the bite of the desk into your thighs.

If this was the sort of thing that only happened in teen porn, you didn’t want to be living anywhere else.

“Why the hell,” he mumbled against your lips, “would you go to homecoming with Seth Mosakowski?”

You snorted, giving the hair at the base of his neck a sharp tug. “It’s not like I had a better offer.”

“I had a competition today!”

“You still showed up,” you said. You pulled back a little, settling your arms around his neck in a loose hug. Kevin was smiling, bewildered and hopeful.

“Because I knew you were here,” he said.

“You came to the dance, just to watch me on my date?”

“Something like that.”

You looked pointedly between the lack of space between your bodies. “You are a terrible casual observer.”

He kissed you again. “I can’t stand by and watch Hick Central steal my girl.”

“Your girl?”

“I bought you a pizza,” he said, rubbing his nose against yours. “I really thought that we were almost there.”

“You should have asked me out.”

“I thought we were almost there,” he said again. “It was an unspoken thing, Y/N.”

You looked at the ceiling, thoughtful. “I don’t remember agreeing to anything.”

“Babe.”

“Maybe I’ll have you as my classroom hookup, Seth as my dance partner, and a couple other guys on the side -”

“Bruh.”

You beamed. “Hey, if nobody’s asking -”

“I’m asking,” he said. Kevin wiped the smirk away, until the hope was all there was. “Let’s go out on a date. A real date - a spoken thing.”

“Are you sure that you can give up your man ho ways?”

“I can’t,” he teased. “But I’m only a ho for you.”

“Awe, babe,” you said, snorting. “I feel like that was supposed to be romantic, but it somehow wasn’t -”

He kissed you again, all smiles and happy sighs, and you responded in kind.

#mean girls broadway #mean girls musical #mean girls #mean girls fanfic #kevin g #kevin gnapoor #kevin gnapoor x reader #ally writes

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almostrealdudes · 6 years

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Flames (season 2 spoiler alert, kind of)

Pairing: Tyler Down x Female!S/O (although there’s not much of a pairing itself)

Word Count: 916

Warnings: Curses, Abuse, Murder.

A/N: They did my boy Tyler wrong so I wrote this. I completely hated the season, but you fall for characters and then something bad happens (13 fucking episode) and you seek to pour your feelings out. So yeah, enjoy, although it’s dark

She knows Tyler better than anyone. She sees all the little changes in his behavior. She has learned to notice them a long time ago, even before they started dating. Tyler is a sensitive, introvert boy. He isn’t big on expressing himself, he keeps a lot inside, so she sometimes has to figure him out. Having a lot of practice, she’s pretty much aced it. Tyler is the most precious and dear person to her. She’s known him forever, she loves him more than the world and she would do anything for him. Anything.

So when what happened happened, she knew. She didn’t know exactly, he wouldn’t talk to her about it. But the fact that after all these years of knowing each other he would be quiet told her more than any words. He was hurt and broken.

She had to investigate a bit. It didn’t take much since all baseball players at their school are fucking imbeciles and always discuss their business in public. The second she heard what happened she was enraged. She was shaking from anger. She still doesn’t understand how she managed to stay in place at that moment, because all she wanted was to break their legs with a bat. He worked so hard on his issues, he dealt with a lot and he became so much better. He really worked so hard. Just for some disgusting fuckers to turn his progress to ashes. She was filled with anger; and she was going to do something about it.

It was a simple plan. It had some technicalities, of course, but it was nothing impossible. Since the Clubhouse was over with, the team would kill for a new place to crash. Luckily, she knew just the one they’d love. It was not far in the nearest forest, a small neglected wooden cabin, still with some stuff left inside. All it took was a bit of flirting, acting, drugs and rope to keep them in place.

Luckily, Montgomery was first to wake up from intoxication. He found himself tied up to a chair.

“What the fuck,” he blurted, looking around. He than noticed her, in the corner. She was doing something, he couldn’t see what exactly. “What the fuck did you do, you crazy fucking bitch?!”

She ignored him, not even turning to his direction.

Then he smelled gasoline.

She then came closer and he saw her pouring gasoline all over the cabin: on the floor, the walls, on all his still passed out friends.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” He yelled, trying to loose the ropes. Still, she gave him no attention. “I’m gonna fucking kill you, you psych slut!”

“Of course you would.”

She came closer to him, spreading gasoline around his chair. “That’s why you’re tied up, honey.”

“You gonna pay for this.”

“Oh. The payment, right. Tell me all about it.”

“Is this about your bitch-ass boyfriend? He got what he deserved. Piece of shit had it co-“

She didn’t let him finish, hitting him with all her force. She then grabbed his face, his nails digging into his skin.

“No. He didn’t deserve any of this, you disgusting sick fucker. The only reason why you’re still alive right now is because I don’t want my hands to get dirty.”

She could see spots of blood appearing underneath her fingers.

“Now listen, de la Cruz. I don’t know if there’s God. I don’t know if there’s hell. But whatever there is - you’re burning in eternal fire for what you’ve done. You and your disgusting friends. I want your body to become unrecognizable, so that whoever cares for you piece of shit enough gets to burry you for free. But I can’t make sure you suffer in the afterlife.” She raised her hand and started pouring the gasoline on top of Montgomery’s head. “So I will make it hellfire for you here.”

She leaned closer, her face being inches from his.

“You’ve ruined my world, de la Cruz. And you gonna pay for it.”

She didn’t hear anything after. All the screams, yells, curses. She exited the cabin and blocked it with a big wooden crossbeam. She got more gasoline and covered the entire house with it. She then slowly walked away, pouring a tray of gasoline behind her. Suddenly, her phone rang. Seeing the name on the screen, she pressed the green button.

“Hey, Ty. Sorry, I didn’t see your texts. We’re still doing movie night at my place, right?”

“I’ve been calling you all day, what’s going on?”

“Oh, nothing,” she got the lighter from her pocket, flipping it on and off as she continued to speak. “I just decided to burn some of my stuff today.”

“What?”

“You know. I found some stuff I had that made me feel kinda bad, so I decided to burn it. You know, to let it all out.”

“Uh… sure.”

“I love you, Ty,” her voice was trembling a bit, and she felt a tear falling down her left cheek. “I love you so much. It’s all gonna be alright. I’ll fix everything, baby, I’ll fix it.”

“Babe, what are you doing?”

“I told you.”

She fixed her gaze and threw the open lighter into the gasoline trace.

“I’m burning some bad stuff.”

Fire tongues rose up and flew towards the wooden cabin, covering it in flames in seconds. Soon, it was all a big one flame, cracking and crackling. Her eyes reflected the fire.

“It feels good.”

#13 reasons why #13 reasons why 2 #Tyler down #Tyler Down x reader #clay jensen #justin foley #alex standall

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spockat · 6 years

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Fave Fandom and Ships

in answer to an ask from weeks ago, sorry

Fave Fandom and Ships

001 Fandom Discovery

Least favorite character – when MU Lorca fully revealed himself a villainous villainous man [stomping that guy’s face – really?! Diatribe against alien races? Ugh]. I HATED what the writers did with Lorca. Emperor Georgiou also hits the stereotypical notes, since she doesn’t have a mustache she twirls cooked ganglia instead, and she’s also been given the Villain Trope of being bisexual – because [gasp!] “what could be worse” [this trope is on display in many shows and movies]. Yeah, we get it, she uses every. body.

5 Fave Ships – Prime Lorca/Cornwell; MU Lorca/PU Burnham; Stamets/Culber; Tilly/Tyler, I really don’t have any others. While Tyler/Burnham was well-acted, I didn’t really feel it except in the moment at the end of “Into the Forest I Go”

Character I find most attractive – ummm GABRIEL LORCA

Character I would marry – Prime Lorca [In my headcanon he’s a really decent guy – as I write in my BlackQat Katriel fics. [Although he can be stubborn as fuck, and when captaining his ship he’s pretty much like MU Lorca in temperament, using a tad bit of sarcasm here and there. He’s a little salty, but damned good and his crew would follow him through hell because he’s loyal to them.]

Character I would be best friends with – Katrina Cornwell. I hope I’d be good friends with her, she is so levelheaded and [headcanon] kind and compassionate, and probably encourages her friends. [You don’t become a psychiatrist because you’re unsympathetic toward, or uninterested in, people.] Runners-up, Sylvia Tilly, because she’s effervescent and a good friend to people.

A random thought – I so want Cornwell to find and rescue Prime Lorca. [Headcanon] Prime’s been busting his ass trying to help the rebels in the MU, and succeeding in large part since the Emperor’s departure. Maybe Cornwell has to make a devil’s bargain with Section 31 to get over there … [story in progress, grin]

An unpopular opinion – Burnham was RIGHT and Georgiou was wrong. The Shenzhou should’ve given the Klingons “The Vulcan Hello.” It might have shocked the Klingons and sent them to regroup. OTOH it may have just resulted in …The Battle at the Binary Stars … anyway. So either a win/lose or a lose/lose, and since the latter happened, it would’ve been worth a try for result #1.

My Canon OTP – Prime Lorca and Cornwell. Though it’s not REALLY established in canon as a romance. I hope it will be. I’d love to see them on Risa or somewhere together and get into an adventure while Discovery’s on a subplot adventure. Or they could be the subplot adventure. I DON’T CARE I JUST WISH I COULD SEE THEM TOGETHER

My non-canon OTP – MU Lorca and Burnham. If only he’d been fighting a just revolution for the rights of all races. Michael may even have joined him, for a time, and returned to the Prime Universe, say, after helping MU Lorca institute a better government after the Emperor’s death. OH WELL.

Most badass character – Tossup between Michael Burnham and Kat Cornwell on the female side both BAFs, and Lorca is a BAF.

Most epic villain - Emperor Georgiou. Farming and eating Kelpiens, honest to god. Killing how many, like 10 people in her throne room because she couldn’t trust them to remain quiet? Blowing up the rebel base, well yuh, I guess that’s to be expected. Quite the opposite of her kind Prime counterpart.

Runner-Up: Kol. He’s a mean Klingon, even by Klingon standards!

Pairing I am not a fan of – Tyler and Burnham, not so much. Something about it seemed a lit-tle forced, and I can’t say what. The actors did a lovely job, but I didn’t see the chemistry that was so obvious between Lorca and Burnham and Lorca and Cornwell.

And this is totally personal and y’all knock yourselves out and enjoy them, but I’m not a big fan of slash pairings in general, i.e., “making a gay couple out of a sisterly or brotherly canon pair of friends.” It’s just not my thing and I know people love to do this because of many personal or fannish reasons, like more representation, and y’all have fun with it. It is a really big thing now. But … I ship Prime Cornwell/Lorca and it isn’t yet established as canon (any more than Kirk/Spock) that they’re a canon OTP, so …

… take my “slash” statement with a grain of salt. What you want is what you want and what I want is what I want, and in fandom we can have All The Things.

I love Stamets and Culber and I love that they are a canon gay OTP. [Stamets is great because he’s a salty scientist and a BAF (“as I’ve explained to you, Captain”)(injecting himself with tardigrade DNA to save “Ripper” and get the spore drive on line, and Culber is a warm fuzzy person with medical brilliance and compassion, kind of like Dr Crusher in TNG. Don’t make the mistake of underestimating him.]

Character I feel the writers screwed up one way or another – Tyler got it the worst. Couldn’t he have just been a human with Voq’s memories implanted? Jesus, they had to CHOP UP VOQ? At least give me a reason for that. Maybe because L’Rell’s beliefs said Voq would die if his body died? But noooo, no reason is given, and gratuitous bloody surgery scenes are there just [it seems to me] for shock value.

Lorca got fucked over [by the writers] the second he killed that guy outside the Agony Booth – he might could have been redeemed by leading a revolution for just causes.

Also Prime Georgiou. See elsewhere.

And Culber. What could be a worse screwup than killing a character for shock value?

Fave friendship - Burnham and Tilly

Character I most identify with – I am a lot like Tilly in the sense that I can be insecure and unsure and talk wayyy too much. As an older woman I also identify with Cornwell [and love her age-appropriate relationship with (Prime) Lorca, and I hope they’re more than just occasional fuck buddies.] In temperament I also identify with Salty!Lorca or CompassionateCulber or SaltyStamets.

Character I wish I could be – Cornwell or Burnham. Cornwell because she’s brilliant and capable, a psychiatrist, and a BAF Starfleet Admiral … being defiant and fighting L’Rell; with its attendant risks; Burnham because she’s also incredibly brilliant and capable and a BAF herself. Beaming onto the Sarcophagus to plant the sensors? Fighting Kol? I mean dayum.

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Ships – Cornwell/Lorca [my OTP]; Burnham/Lorca

When I started shipping them – I think when she said, “Gabriel, why don’t you fix your damn eyes.”

[And Burnham/Lorca, when I read LadyFangs’ stories including “Human Nature,” then co-wrote “Human Nature II” with her.]

My thoughts – Headcanon: they didn’t meet till after Lorca graduated the Academy; Cornwell is four years older than he, and is a fully certified M.D. Psychiatrist [12 years] and comes to the Academy Officer Candidate School, which teaches candidates about the service and its history; Federation history as it relates to Starfleet; what it is to be an officer, not a civilian, and basic SERE training, working out, leadership. Kat graduates with a commission as a Lieutenant. My headcanon is that she and Gabriel actually meet when they each come to SFA for Command Training School. Kat has decided she wants to enter the command track after serving as counselor for a year or so on a Starbase. She’s heard from patients how bad upper leadership leads to a lot of poor decisions in the field, and she feels she can make a positive contribution in this area. More thoughts in my fanfiction at BlackQat on AO3.

What makes me happy about them – They are an age-appropriate couple!! This is pret-ty rare in TV and movies. I note that some actors do seek to have age-appropriate co-stars Cornwell is beautiful, but not a fresh-faced 25-y/o, and sexy Lorca finds her sexy, and yay, there’s hope for women my age, I’m so glad, and that’s why I ship them and write them.

What makes me sad about them – that MU Lorca fucked Cornwell in more than one sense of the word. Bastard! And, that now she feels “my Gabriel is dead.” I really started shipping pretty hard when she said that, and I really hope Season 2 brings us some canon Katriel “more than fuckbuddies” subplots or references.

Things done in fanfic that annoy me – Please, writers, I’m beggin’ ya, PLEASE proofread or have a Beta proof your story. I don’t spend much time on things that aren’t proofed and beta’d. I get too distracted from the story because I’m an editor.

If you love slash don’t read this paragraph which is strictly my opinion – It really annoys me when slash shippers tag their stories as het, then turn it into slash. This is stealthy and uncalled for. When slash shippers try to get hits on their stories by, say, tagging it as Spock/Uhura and then having Uhura “generously step out of the way because she realizes Spock has never really been into her, he’s really into Kirk,” blah blah blah, just so the author’s real OTP [not tagged], K/S, can be the OTP in the story. Feh! Just be honest and tag it as slash.

Things I look for in a fanfic – QUALITY WRITING, good proofreading, and BELIEVABLE CHARACTER PSYCHOLOGY. Also staying fairly true to the characters, maybe pushing the limits, but not too much. [I like to write angsty private Lorca—and the character, so far, is pretty much not so angsty [that was MU Lorca]—yet I still write him as an efficient, sometimes salty captain on the job. [In his private reflections and relationships, though, sometimes, angst.]

I also really love it when an author writes a Trek-like plot, with exploration, a little world-building, or a battle scenario, or alien interactions [something I don’t manage to do that often]. I love romance and angst, occasional fluff, and always, always, a good happy ending or at least a believable and decent resolution for the characters. I don’t like downer endings, but sometimes they’re realistic.

My wishlist – A canon romance for Cornwell and Prime Lorca! But first, FIND PRIME LORCA. He’s fighting alongside the rebels in the MU. He comes back to Prime Uni with Acute Stress Disorder or PTSD. Kat recommends a counselor and checks in with Gabriel to see how it’s going, but not poke her nose into his actual therapy, because that’s not the done thing. Slowly they progress to resume their romance.

Also let’s have another CBSAA series about Pike’s Enterprise. [I know that’s not what you asked.]

Who I’d be comfortable with [my OTP] ending up with, if not each other – Lorca, with Burnham. Cornwell, with … hmmm … unless we go over into cross-over country I just don’t know. Dr. McCoy of AU Trek maybe?

My happily ever after for my OTP – a long-distance romance, occasional meetings on Starbases or Risa or other planets; passionate discussions about Starfleet policy over coffee; passionate other moments [wink-wink-nudge-nudge], shirtless Lorca ;^), followed eventually by retirement somewhere where they can have fun outdoors. I think they’d be hikers and sailors and really dig nature and space travel to many planets.

003. Character

[Ask: Philippa Georgiou]

How I feel about her – the writers gave her a raw deal at the Binary Stars, though she fought like a boss when she fought with T’Kuvma. If only Burnham’s entire subsequent story arc hadn’t depended on her mutiny against a fairly reasonable captain. If only Georgiou had opened with the Vulcan Hello per Burnham’s suggestion and opened negotiations from there. Or discovered the Klingons didn’t want to negotiate, and left the system to regroup with a group of Starfleet ships. OH WELL. Now she’s dead, and that’s really too bad, because she was a good nurturer to Michael. She did let Burnham and Saru bitch at each other too much; I’d have told those two to take it off the Bridge. They were being unprofessional.

Any/all people I ship romantically with her Hmmm. She was a bit of a cipher so far as that went. I feel like she has an old friend / lover she goes on shore leave with. Hetero or bi/pan? IDK. Not sure if she’d have a long-term fully committed relationship; I think she is mother to her crew and that takes much of her emotional energy, but she could’ve been like I hope Gabriel will be and have had a long-distance romance. We have not met a lot of people her age in Discovery except Lorca, Cornwell, and the admirals at Headquarters, and sadly, Georgiou is no more, so the point seems moot.

My fave non-romantic rel for this character – other than “mothering” Michael Burnham, we don’t see a lot of this either. Some fanfic writers have Philippa as Gabriel and Katrina’s Academy classmate, an idea that I really like, although in my fic, she and Katrina are the same age and Gabriel’s a bit younger. [In my headcanon Philippa’s an Academy grad and proceeds straight from there; Kat’s a practicing psychiatrist who goes to Officer Candidate School, getting her commission as a Lieutenant, then straight on to Command Training School – where she meets Lorca and they fall in love.]

My unpopular opinion about this character – she should have listened to Michael and prevented the Battle at the Binary Stars. But could The Vulcan Hello have prevented it? Who knows. The writers had their plans. Alas Philippa paid the price :^( … she need not have died; the fallout from Burnham’s mutiny could have made for some sparks between them before Burnham went off for sentencing, and Michael could have been equally heartbroken that she had sundered her friendship for a battle prevention tactic.

One thing I wish had happened with the chac in canon – That she had listened to Michael. The Klingons might still have fought, but I feel Burnham was right with the Vulcan Hello and would have set the Klingons back a bit. [Shrug] But then there would have been no Lorca rescuing Burnham, no episodes 3 – 15, so … there we are. As I said above, she could have lived.

Favorite friendship for this character – Her friendship with Michael was not one of equals exactly, seeing as their ranks differ greatly. But I like the idea in some fics that she, Lorca and Cornwell are friendly.

My crossover ship – Haha, again, I’ve no idea, I don’t tend to think in those terms. Romantically? Matt Decker, before he lost his crew, got ASD and gave his life heroically to stop the Doomsday Machine, maybe. Or a stellar cartographer.

#fandom and ships #admiral katrina cornwell #captain gabriel lorca #captain philippa georgiou #star trek discovery

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sareally · 6 years

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What’s my sin? “You’re ruining our family. Hindi ka ganyan.”

By: Ginny Puno

These words have changed myself dramatically. It has been hard for me to talk about this specific instance in my life. However, when I was asked to discuss a phrase or sentence that significantly affected my identity today, I could not help but recall these striking words uttered by my mom. In tears, she tells me, “You’re ruining our family.”

To put things into perspective, my mom told this to me when I was a third year high school student – still trying to figure out who I was in this world. With the growing availability of media at this point in time, I can say that my discovery of myself was also shaped by the information I was exposed to. As someone who was extremely fond of YouTube, I had come across certain viral videos of people coming out to their parents in a creative and touching way. Similarly, I was growing to like even more gay personalities like Tyler Oakley, Joey Graceffa, and Hannah Hart who proudly flaunted their sexual orientation. Even in the environment I was working in, I would see that most of my peers had developed an acceptance of homosexuality. More and more lesbian couples emerged within my school, people started developing their own “girl crushes”, and I would hear more frequent discussions on homosexuality. With all this considered, I started to question my own sexuality too.

Long story short, these events led me to having my first relationship with a girl and for some strange reason, my parents found out about it. This leads us to my mom accusing me of destroying the family. It boggled me at that time to think that my self-exploration was destructive to my family - that my own efforts in trying to figure out who I really am were in fact detrimental to my own family, whom I love and care for.

This experience still brings numerous questions to my mind today. It makes me question if it really was a conscious decision for me to identify as a cis-gendered female or if this was simply brought about by my fear of losing my family. I am certain that there is no greater love I possess than my love for my family. Did this, then, get in the way of me truly knowing myself? Of me truly discovering who I was at my core? This internal struggle I’m experiencing further stresses how my parents have become identity agents in my life. Identity agents are defined as individuals who participate in the formation of a youth’s identity. Through the entire process of trying to make sense of this new relationship I was in, it became even more evident to me how my parents were my identity agents. Upon learning that I had expressed my attraction towards the same sex, my parents could simply have let it slide. They could have let it go. However, they didn’t. They saw this new development as a threat to my overall identity. When I would ask them to explain to me why they expressed so much disdain, they would bring up issues on religion – saying that what I was doing was a grave sin against the Lord.

Ever since I was little, my parents have instilled in us this appreciation for religion. We would go to mass as often as we can and not simply reach the bare minimum of attending mass every Sunday. My father would force us to go through the sacrament of confession every month, even if we didn’t want to. From these instances alone, I see that my parents want me to grow up to be a religious person – swearing by the Bible and its teachings. Part of the identity they were forming for me was a Roman Catholic girl who would do anything for and by the church. I would say that I still aim somewhat religious and I still actively practice my religion. However, when I realized that the church was hindering my self-discovery, I started to question this. I started to ask, “How would such a religious and ‘holy’ institution shun me for simply expressing my love for someone?” I knew that I was doing nobody harm by being with my significant other at the time. I was simply acting on whatever feelings I had possessed. So, what is my sin? Here, I was faced with individuation.

Individuation is an important milestone in the development of adolescents. Individuals slowly let go of their strong attachments to the teachings of those perceived to be above them, like my parents or the church, and they start to see value in the formation of their own opinions and criticisms. My own assessment of the situation, especially with how my parents introduced me to the church, has led me to be more knowledgeable today. Without undergoing this event in my life, I would probably not question the church and its functions. Now, however, I do see that even the church system is flawed. That even issues like capitalism and corruption can penetrate such a holy organization. Going back, the way I was at the brink of losing my privilege to be worthy of love and acceptance simply because I chose to love someone of the same sex allowed me to question my parents and the church.

It is important to note, however, that although individuation is necessary, it can still be destructive if not carried out properly. There is a way to have healthy individuation in relationships – which I also realized at that time. Individuation does not end with concepts of rebellion or individuality alone, it must be paired with connectedness for it to be helpful in the growth of an individual. In my case, although I did question my parents, I did see their point. Aside from religious concerns, my parents also brought up some other issues on my young age, my limited environment, and “trends” and this allowed me to also question if my feelings were valid. Of course, I still asserted my own views, however, I still saw the value in respecting their side of the story. This consideration of their ideas against my sexual orientation helped me further assess myself. I now identify as straight, however, this does not invalidate the fact that I did feel what I felt and that I used to be bisexual. Although I identify differently now, I always go back to my experience as someone who was bisexual and I have used this to further understand the sentiments and struggles of other people.

Along with the words my parents had against me having a different sexual orientation were questions. “Hindi ka naman tomboy, bakit ka ganyan?” another interesting phrase I heard from them was, “Diba crush mo si James Reid? Paano nangyari ‘to?” I realized that gender stereotypes are not limited to just male or female stereotypes. Even with the members of the LGBT community, there are stereotypes that hinder them from expressing themselves freely. Just because I did not act, dress, or look like a boy, my parents immediately put the possibility of me being anything other than straight out of the picture. I am also, admittedly, a very “kikay” person who was fond of things normally perceived as girly. However, this should not limit me as someone who would be straight.

Another popular example that shows this was how Pia Wurtzbach stated, in an interview, that she would love for her son to be gay so that he could do her hair and make-up. Moreover, Moira de la Torre’s song entitled “Titibo-tibo” talked about how the persona in the song acted like a boy and this was immediately associated with the term “tibo”. As someone who did not fall under a certain stereotype as bisexual, it was hard for me to fully express myself as such. I knew that because I did not fall under certain physical qualifications, I may be questioned on my sexual orientation – and this is exactly what happened with my parents. It is important, then, to educate people to be more accepting to allow for authenticity to prevail.

Additionally, I believe that the propagation of social media and the internet has allowed for these stereotypes to dominate certain cultures. Although social media is a great platform for educating oneself on our modern world, we must also be careful to filter out the things we see. For example, my parents are also increasing their personal usage of social media. With this, they are exposed to even more members of the LGBT community and have learned more on this topic. However, instead of teaching them to be more accepting, certain portrayals of the LGBT community online have led them to further stereotype people and to box them within certain definitions. My mom, for example, is very fond of humorous gay comedians online and is fond of watching videos on Facebook of gay individuals dancing, doing splits, and doing death drops. However, this has limited her to seeing gay men as just feminine, when in fact, there are gay men who do not possess feminine qualities.

Although it is true that social networks have brought about various platforms for people to express themselves, it will only be effective if we educate ourselves as much as we can, and this includes going beyond what is said online and experiencing the real world. I have realized that the beauty about gender expression and identity is that it can never be put into a single definition. We live in a day and age where people are realizing more and more about themselves and are not afraid to break away from the definitions set by society. Similarly, I have undergone this entire process of discovering myself and building my identity. I know that there are some people who do not believe that sexual orientations can change, but I’ll be proud to tell them that that is not the case. Here, we go back to the importance of connectedness in healthy individuation. This calls for us to not end with critiquing and questioning things, but with creating healthy discourse and listening to multiple sides before arriving to a conclusion. Hopefully, more and more people can engage in these kinds of conversations for us to be able to build a healthy and accepting world.

SOURCES:

Schacter, E., & Ventura, J. (2008). Identity agents: Parents as active and reflective participants in their children’s identity formation. Journal of Research on Adolescence, 18(3), 449-476.

Moore, S. & Rosenthal, D. (2007). Gender, sexuality and romance. In Sexuality in Adolescence: Current Trends (Ch. 6 pp. 132-155). New York, NY: Routledge.

Grotevant, H., & Cooper, C. (1985). Patterns of Interaction in Family Relationships and the Development of Identity Exploration in Adolescence. Child Development, 56(2), 415-428. doi:10.2307/1129730

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