#anyways donna support squad

[shatteredfears-arch]

me, singing from the rooftops. DONNA. B/ENEVIENTO. BEING. NONVERBAL. AND PROBABLY AUTISTIC. DOES NOT. MAKE HER. ‘TOO CHILDISH’. AND THE ABLEIST WAY SHES DESCRIBED IN MIRANDAS NOTES CAN SUCK IT

[fairdoves]

i am so insanely excited for a girls team up in tomorrow’s ep i’m literally getting emotional about it no joke

[fangirlxwritesx67]

This Is Halloween

This Is Halloween 3600 words, rated G for Genfic

Jack Kline, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester x Rowena, Castiel, Jody Mills x Donna Hanscum  Canon adjacent, mentions of loss, nothing spookier than a skeleton shark coochie tray

None of this would’ve happened without @dawnie1988 giving me ideas, feedback, and cheering me on. Read and repeated discussion by @there-must-be-a-lock as well as read by @mskathywriteswords. The title is a nod to my Squad who provide more love and support than I can ever say thank you for!

***

“Sam, Dean!” Jack’s voice called out over the balcony as the door to the bunker slammed behind him. 

Startled, Dean jumped up, reaching for the gun he kept tucked in his waistband. 

“No, wait.” Sam stilled him with one hand on his arm. He heard excitement, not alarm, in Jack's words. He spoke in a low voice. “I think this is good.” 

Jack clattered down the stairs and ran across the stone floor, sliding to a halt in front of the Winchester brothers. 

“Do you know about Halloween?!” he exclaimed breathlessly. Dean rolled his eyes, while Sam shook his head, each waiting for the other to answer. Finally Dean spoke up.

“Uh, yeah, Jack, we do. What about it?” 

“See, I went to the grocery store, for snacks, and there was a whole aisle of spooky stuff, skeletons, although they weren’t scientifically correct.” Jack’s brow furrowed as he thought about that. “And candy, so much candy! So I asked the cashier and she said it was Halloween, and people have parties, and everything!” 

“I looked it up in my phone. People dress up! There’s food and games!” Jack’s words tumbled over one another in his eagerness. “Do you think we could do Halloween? Do you think we could have a party?!” 

“Do you really think, a party, here in the bunker --” Dean began.

“What you have to understand about Halloween is --” Sam started to say.

Both of them trailed off into silence. Jack’s face, beaming up at them, was so eager, so hopeful. Sure, they had their own issues with Halloween. But why put that burden on him?

Finally Sam drew a deep breath. “Okay, Jack. What if we had a Halloween party, here in the bunker?” 

“We could invite everyone we know! Cas, of course, all of our friends! We could all dress in costume, have snacks, it would be loads of fun, please oh please?” 

Dean turned to Sam, concern written across his face. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” 

Sam nodded. “Jack is right. It sounds like fun.” 

“Yes, okay? Thank you, thank you so much. You guys are the best!” Jack hugged first Sam, then Dean, before turning to leave. “I can’t wait to text Cas! Of course he’ll want to come.”

Dean turned to his younger brother. “Are you sure you’re okay with this? I know how you feel about this holiday.”

Sam set his chin, his lips thin. “We can’t live in the past forever. Too much has happened over the years.” 

“But Halloween-”

Sam drew in a deep breath. “Halloween was the last time I saw the love of my life alive and happy, okay? It still hurts, when I think about it. “But Jack is our family, you know? He’s really just a kid, and we both want the best for him. If this is what makes him happy, I’m good with it.” 

After a long moment, Dean clapped him on the shoulder. “Okay. As long as you mean that.” Sam nodded, so Dean continued. “I guess I’ve got to figure out what this kid thinks you eat at a Halloween party.” 

The brothers didn’t see Jack again until dinnertime. They soon realized that he must have spent most of the afternoon on the internet, researching Halloween. Ideas spilled from his lips, one right after the other: carving pumpkins, themed cupcakes, lights on the walls, presents under the Haunting Tree-

“Hold up.” Dean stopped him with an upraised hand. “I think maybe you researched a little too hard and are getting your holidays mixed up. We can do some of those things, not all of them. We have a week, let’s make a plan.” 

“Dean, you’ll cook for the party, won’t you? Sam can help me with decorations. Cas is already coming, and I will invite Donna and Jody. Oh, and Rowena!”

“No Rowena.” Dean shook his head sternly. 

Next to him, Sam smirked, knowing that it was a battle Dean would never win, outnumbered two to one. 

***

Jack decided the library was the perfect room for a party, and he had grand plans to cover every wall and shelf with decorations. His internet searches kept turning up more and more ideas and party themes, each more elaborate than the last. 

At first, Sam tried to keep things simple and inexpensive, but after a while, he gave in. He took Jack shopping, let him buy the silly spooky stuff that caught his eye. What the hell, he thought to himself, the credit cards were fake anyway. He only put his foot down when it came to anything gory or macabre. They had enough of that the rest of the year. 

Jack’s favorite purchase of all was a fake electronic raven. It was motion sensitive, and when someone triggered it, it would caw or cackle or call out “Nevermore.” He thought it was the most hilarious thing he had ever seen, and insisted that it was exactly what he needed to celebrate Halloween in style. 

Jack had as many ideas for food as he did for decorations, constantly making new suggestions to Dean. Finally Dean sat him down and pared down his requests to a few key treats, before assuring Jack that he could handle the rest of the menu. 

The next day, Sam headed to the kitchen for breakfast after a run and was surprised to see glossy magazines on the table. He turned the pages idly, realizing that they were all full of nothing but recipes and ideas for Halloween.

When Dean joined him, Sam shot him a teasing glance. “Got grand ideas for this party, huh, big brother?” 

“Hey, it’s important to Jack.” Dean might’ve blushed, but his face was earnest.

“You sure it’s important to Jack, and not to you, to make Spooky Seven Layer Salad and Stuffed Olive Eyeballs, and oooh, what are Mummy Fingers?” Sam raised his eyebrows. 

“I wanna make him proud.” Dean answered. Sam understood the things left unsaid - that food was important to Dean, after too many years growing up hungry or stealing just to eat. Having a kitchen where he could cook was one of the ways he made the bunker a home for his family. 

“I know he will be.” Sam said. “I always liked your cooking.”

Dean understood the affirmation behind Sam’s praise, and nodded gratefully. 

Seeing the others happy helped Sam accept the festivities. He hated Halloween, but he loved Jack. There were days when he remembered that the young man was the most powerful being in the universe. But most of the time, he just seemed like a kid, and the closest thing to a son he or Dean would ever have. 

If this was what it took to make Jack happy, bad memories be damned, Sam would do it. Plus, if he was honest with himself, he didn’t hate the idea of having a few of their friends together. For once, it would be something fun instead of another monster hunt. 

The one thing he couldn’t bring himself to get excited about was a costume. Jack was insistent on costumes all around. Dean and Sam both asked him what his costume would be, but he kept it a closely guarded secret. 

While they discussed costumes, they also argued about the guest list. Dean kept teasing that Rowena wasn’t welcome. Sam knew his brother’s opposition to his girlfriend was all bluster, but Jack still sometimes fell for the disputes. 

Finally one day, Dean approached Sam, a wide smile on his face. “I've solved your costume problem! We’ve made a deal, me and that little witch of yours. She can come to the party, as long as you wear the costume she picks out.” 

“Whoa, hey, how is that a deal?” Sam protested, although he knew it was futile. “You do nothing, and I have to wear whatever costume she decides?” 

“Have fun, Braveheart!” Dean smirked, clapping him on the shoulder. 

How Rowena got Amazon delivery to the Bunker was a mystery to Sam and an irritation to Dean. Still, the box showed up the morning of the party. When Sam opened it, the box held just one thing: a sort of crown, a gold colored circlet with branches - or were they antlers? 

Rowena’s only instructions were to dress like a hunter. Since he was a hunter, that was not especially helpful. In his room, Sam tried on the crown. With his usual flannel and plaid, it seemed out of place. 

Then he remembered Dean jokingly calling him Braveheart, recalling the case the two of them had worked where Charlie talked them into LARPing. Charlie. Sam shook his head with a sad smile. She would’ve loved to attend a bunker Halloween party! She would’ve had the perfect brilliant nerdy costume, too. 

He dug into his work disguises and found the loose tan tunic he had worn on that case. Even over jeans, it made the crown seem more fitting. He straightened his shoulders and took a deep breath. That was better. 

“Cas is here!” Sam turned to see Jack scamper down the hall. He and Dean arrived in the entry of the bunker just as Cas and Jack embraced at the base of the stairs. It registered to Sam that Dean was in a cowboy costume, but before he could say anything, Dean spoke up.

“Cas, I believe the invitation said, no costume, no party.” Cas was wearing the same thing as always, a tan trench coat over a white shirt and dress pants with a tie. He nodded, and reached into the inner pocket of his coat. 

“Agent Swift,” he declared, holding up a badge that said BSI. “Bureau of Supernatural Investigation.” Then he grinned, a wide smile that lit his face and crinkled the corners of his blue eyes. Dean laughed, and clapped him on the shoulder while Sam smiled and shook his head. 

“Okay, come help me with my costume!” Jack grabbed Cas by the hand and all but dragged him out of the room.

Sam turned to Dean and looked more closely at what he was wearing. He wore a buff vest over his usual plaid flannel and jeans, a hat hanging over his shoulders by a rawhide cord. “Dude, Tombstone?” 

“At least I’m not a - horny man?” Dean chuckled. 

Sam scoffed. “Shouldn’t you be cooking? Putting cat brains in jello or something?” 

“Actually, yeah, and I could use your help. Wanna wrap some mummies?” Dean took in the baffled expression on his brothers’ face. “It’s cocktail wieners and crescent dough.” Sam nodded hesitantly, following his brother to the bunker kitchen. 

The Winchesters made more than one trip from the kitchen to the library, carrying trays of food, bowls of snacks, drinks, and candy. Sam stayed back to make sure the lights were on and everything was ready while Dean made one more trip for his proudest creation - a tray of sliced meat and cheese arranged just so around a plastic skeleton.

“Gross, Dean,” Sam said, unable to hide either the admiration in his tone or his little smile.

“I know, right?!” Dean crowed, swiping a bite. 

Just then, Cas and Jack returned. At first, Jack seemed to be dressed like Cas in a long tan robe. But he had on a scarf and a headband with green ears and - 

“You’re Baby Yoda?!” Sam exclaimed. 

“I am dressed as the diminutive character portrayed on television’s The Mandelorian, although I am technically neither Baby nor Yoda-” whatever else Jack had to say was cut short by Sam’s engulfing hug. 

Dean rolled his eyes before he pushed Sam aside for a hug of his own. 

“How did this kid get to be such a nerd?” Dean asked Sam as Jack looked at his phone and then ran for the stairs.

“Like you don’t know!” Sam retorted.

“You are the one who showed him Star Wars.”

“You bought him comic books. Watchmen, and The Boys?” 

Jack’s excited voice cut into the brothers’ bickering. “Wonder Woman and Captain Marvel!” He gestured with a flourish as Jody and Donna entered the library hand in hand.

Jody was wearing jeans and a kimono jacket that was red across the shoulders, blue starred below, with a wide gold band. Next to her, Donna was wearing a blue dress with red and stars around the neckline. She wore a brown belt around her waist and tall boots that matched the belt. 

Sam and Dean welcomed their friends with broad smiles and warm hugs. Jack bounded around them like an excited puppy, showing off his costume and asking about theirs. 

“Come on into the spooky library,” Sam intoned with a deep voice and a wave.

“Let’s eat!” Dean exclaimed, clapping his hands. 

The six of them were comfortable together, talking and laughing easily. Dean’s themed food offerings were great, the presentation hilarious but the taste even better. The drinks flowed freely: beer and hard seltzer and sodas. 

Jack took great delight in making sure everyone passed by his electronic raven repeatedly so that it croaked out greetings as often as possible. Everyone loved Jack, so they indulged him and never once suggested that they might be tired of hearing it. 

Jody asked just once what Sam was meant to be, in his crown of branches or antlers.

“A horny man!” Dean joked.

“Rowena sent it,” was all Sam had to offer, shrugging. 

Jody nodded. She knew all about what a person would do for the woman they loved. She raised one eyebrow in query. 

“Where is Rowena?” she asked. “I can’t believe she would miss a chance to dress up. 

“Oh yeah, isn’t she gonna be here?” Donna spoke up.

“Actually,” Jack chimed in, looking up from his phone. “Sam, head out to meet her.” 

He walked out to the echoing entryway as Rowena appeared at the top of the stairs, dressed head to toe in shimmering black. 

“A witch is never late,” she spoke as she descended. “Everyone else is simply early.” 

Sam met her at the base of the stairs and she slipped one hand into his. He took in her costume slowly: a black dress that clung to all her curves, sparkling bits of jewelry at her throat and wrists. Most strikingly, she wore a cape of black feathers, iridescent with dark purple, green and gold. 

Her head was adorned with a thin circlet of gold, much like Sam’s, but where his had branches reaching upward, hers had feathers carved away from her temples. Her hair was dressed with braids and feathers and bits of jet black crystal woven into the riot of curls spilling down over her shoulders. 

The apparition of a raven trailed behind her, wings fluttering to keep up. Sam held out his hand and she took it so he could lead her to the library.

“A Queen of Ravens?” he asked. 

“The Morrigan,” she replied, sweeping her cloak around her in a swirl. “And you are my Cernunnos. Well done with the costume.” 

He bent down to brush a kiss on her upturned lips before they joined the others.

***

Jack was wildly jealous of Rowena’s raven, since his electronic toy was fixed to a shelf. But she praised his good taste and spoke a few words that allowed her familiar to follow his direction. That resulted in two ravens saying “Nevermore” in chorus, but it tickled Jack so much that no one had the heart to stop it. 

Donna and Cas commandeered the aux cord, playing a mix of pop and classic rock. Jody and Dean delved into a discussion of firearms. Jack bounded from person to person, handing out candy and eating at least as much as he was giving.

Sam and Rowena snuck off to a quiet corner of the library, which was where Dean found them with a big book on the table in front of them. Rowena was standing, pointing to the pages as she explained Cernunnos. Sam was fixated, not on the book, but on her face, on the way her eyes sparkled and her lips curved as she read. 

“Hey nerds,” Dean interrupted them. “It’s Halloween, time to party, not to read books and get heart eyes and make out in dark corners.”

“We weren’t making out!” Sam protested.

“Not yet,” Rowena cooed, taking his hand. 

As the night wore on, everyone took turns choosing songs, the playlist ranging from classic rock to blues to Scottish folk tunes to cheesy pop monster music. They cut loose and danced, together or alone. 

Rowena attempted to teach Jack a few heel-toe folk dance steps, but Dean picked it up faster. Sam danced by himself for a while, long-limbed and rhythmic. Cas surprised them all by knowing moves to viral music videos; apparently he had been doing research on TikTok. 

Jody and Donna were wrapped in one another's arms, slow dancing and sneaking kisses, whether the music suited it or not. Donna put on Little Big Town’s “Girl Crush” and sang along softly, lips next to Jody’s ear, for her alone. Jody let her eyes flutter close, resting her chin on Donna’s shoulder, melting into her embrace. 

Rowena watched the two of them with a fond smile on her face, while the boys turned to the snacks, giving the two of them their moment together alone. 

It was almost midnight when Jack turned off the music, clapped for attention, and announced that it was time for Trick or Treat. He would be going around the room with a plastic jack o’ lantern bucket, and each guest was to perform a trick. If he liked it, they got a treat. 

“So get this,” Sam started. “Trick or treat isn’t exactly-” 

Dean put a hand on his arm. “Hold up. This is gonna be good.” 

Jack approached the ladies first. Jody asked for a ribbon, which Rowena provided, and wove a Cat’s Cradle in her hands. Jack was fascinated, and made her repeat it several times before he gave her a treat. Donna pulled chairs aside to clear space, and did a cartwheel. Everyone clapped, and Jack decided that was worthy of two treats. 

Cas made his BSI badge disappear and reappear, using only sleight of hand, no real magic. Jack tried over and over to copy him, with no success. 

Dean walked over to one of the bookshelves and retrieved a handgun from behind the bound volumes. He had Jack blindfold him and then field stripped and reassembled it in under one minute. Sam recited a spell in Latin. When he was done, Dean stage whispered, “Isn’t that a recipe for laundry soap?” Sam laughed. It was, but he had recited it flawlessly. Jack gave them both treats. 

Rowena’s trick, though, was the best one of all. She had previously enchanted her raven to sit next to Jack’s toy. Now she commanded his to fly about and sit on his shoulder. He was overcome with glee at this, and offered her every last treat he had. 

When Jack skipped away, followed by a flutter of wings, Rowena turned to Sam, her hands full of candy. 

“He’s a dear,” she cooed. “But these are all ghastly American sweeties.” 

“Don’t worry.” Dean stepped up, holding a small box. “I’ll be happy to trade you.” 

“Oh, you have Lindt!” She dumped the chocolate she held into his outstretched hand and reached for the treat he was offering her.

“Really, Dean?” Sam was surprised, and impressed. 

“Well, I wanted everyone to have something, and I know how god awful picky she is.” Dean shrugged and then started as Rowena booped his nose with a smirk. 

“Do I have to learn corvid care?” Sam asked Rowena as Dean walked away.

“Oh no!” Her laugh was quick and bright. “It will be back to a simple electronic toy before the morrow.” 

The trick or treat was Jack’s last activity for the night, as he was soon on the verge of nodding off, his raven flapping lazily on his shoulder. Cas pointed him down the hall towards bed, where he fell asleep so full of candy and treats that he was still wearing his Baby Yoda headpiece.

The rest of the party drifted towards the kitchen, to the comfortable familiar space at the heart of the bunker. Dean gradually put away what was left of the more perishable food, sipping from a tumbler of whiskey as he walked in and out of the room. 

Donna and Jody snuggled together on one side of the table, trading kisses and feeding one another chocolate candies. 

Sam leaned back against the counter comfortably, Rowena wrapped in his arms. He had made her a proper cup of tea, and she sipped as she enjoyed her treats, the two of them whispering in low voices. 

Dean raised his glass and caught his eye. 

“I think this is good,” Sam said softly. “New memories.”  

Nothing could change the past, but he didn’t live there anymore. This was their home, surrounded by their family and friends.  This was their Halloween. 

***

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[sumeshi-t]

the idea of making hc’s of children is sosososo cute. i’ll follow ur steps chloe @akaashit-baeji lolol this is gonna be really self-indulgent buuut my excuse is that it’s my birthday so here it goes... i'm writing the last half of this with a hangover and a bad case of dysmenorrhea... sucks 2 be me

Oikawa Teru (及川 輝)

his name “輝“ means “bright”, and this boi lives up to it because, let’s face it, he’s gonna be like his dad. he embodies this “brightness”, in a way that he’s smart, and he makes sure he and his team’s (or whichever team he’s going to be in) will shine on the court

wavy/curly hair and a victim of my and his dad’s astigmatism. always has this cheeky smile, and he gets my brimming energy so he’s really approachable and charming

very good with words; it’s like he always knows what to say

when he plays he also wears contact lenses

but don’t be fooled. in their generation, it’s him who has to put iwaizumi’s son in check. he knows everything about his teammates too, he knows more than what he lets on (which sometimes, they find creepy, but they all know he means well)

anyway, unlike his dad, he doesn’t really mind having geniuses around. instead, he watches them very closely; something like “mutualism”. he knows what he lacks and he knows he can learn from them too, vice versa.

is into horror games. in his free time, he and his sister take turns playing. and they decide it by seeing who can last the longest without flinching/screaming. he’s annoyed because his sister’s better at it 

has fans, ngl. i mean look at him. however, the female fans especially, are pretty on guard. he’s approachable, but anytime they see him with his sister... they back out. he doesn’t mind, he loves his sister and it actually amuses him. he’s the same when it comes to the boys who hang around her too!

basically protective siblings who are always there for eo

is very neat. can’t concentrate when something is out of place. he keeps his nails short, has a somewhat flowery scent. yes, he uses female perfumes because he despises strong smells.

bug-catching was his childhood hobby just like mine’s was. used to sneak beetles in iwaizumi’s son’s backpack back then

he will never admit it but he actually asks his sister for fashion tips because his taste sucks ass so bad

basically his major problem or issue in life is getting compared to his father (he’s also a setter). he hates that so much, being hidden in the shadow of his dad, and when people just recognize him for being oikawa tooru’s son.

something he and ushijima’s child relate to so strongly. they’re friendly rivals; might end up being teammates in their career hmm

so when he’s the one stressed, he skips practice for a day just so he could recollect his thoughts. usually stays in the library to read books he picked up based on the titles; might either open up to iwa or his sister later on, it depends. then when he’s okay, he doubles the amount of training

Oikawa Rie (及川 麗恵) it’s /ri-ye/ oki

so the kanjis are: "麗" meaning, beautiful and "恵" is blessed. tooru thought of this name obviously

also has curly hair like mine. has that tiny mole below her eye just like i do. actually has lots of moles over her body; one time she fell asleep on the couch her brother drew connecting lines between the moles on her arm and called them constellations. it was nice she thought but still, the next day, teru had to wear a band-aid over his nose bridge.

she’s just a year younger. is less “vibrant” than her brother, a bit more serious. has a resting bitch face and she’s not even sorry about it and i love her for that

she’s actually relieved she looks like that, or else she knows the girls in her class would flock to her just to get in her brother’s pants. usually brushes them off with “ask him, not me” or “do you think that’s any of my concern?” 

her tongue her words damn never get to this baby girl’s bad side she’s gonna burn you alive. like fr when she’s angry, oh she’s gonna show you that she’s angry. but tbh she's very sweet, leaves little notes or little gifts to her friends every now and then

she just doesn’t want her brother’s heart to be broken (she’s heard stories from her mom about her dad’s many hs exes), and she knows teru’s struggles

therefore

doesn’t really like volleyball that much. it’s because she didn’t get to grow up with her dad around, she felt like it separated her from him. she’s not mad at him though. she’s very supportive of him and her brother.

used to play vb though when they were kids. but that’s all it was for her

she’s the team’s honorary manager lol the occasional “i brought you guys sumn” or “something-kun, a girl from my class says she likes you so do your best” etc

the team’s lil sister how bout that

despite being tolerant of horror games, this girl is vvvv squeamish. she cries at the sight of internal organs or blood. biology lab was the worst time of her life 

when she dug up my hs videos she was shook to discover i once did theater. and thus begins her interest in theater too

and??? baby girl is actually???? really really good???? 

the girls she used to shut down nicknamed her “prima”, short for “prima donna” she hates it. hates it more when her closest theater buddy was the one who spread that around

immediately went to the gym to spike some balls from her brother. baby girl was crying because she was just so pissed.

she was given ice cream and sweets afterwards. ugh it’s so cute idk she’s baby to the team skksksk they protecc

in that upcoming play, her first ever performance, the whole team got front row seats and howled when she came on during curtain call; it was vvv sweet and memorable even if the guys were kinda reprimanded afterwards lmao

which is why, in return, boiis also have a hard time approaching her because damn??? the vb team as your knights???? excuse me??? 

oh have i mentioned she has a sweet tooth? mygod. she has a stash of sweets in her room. teru has had to sneak some away because she might get tooth aches or diabetes

her pastel nail polish is arranged by shade, her body clock is fucked up lmao she hates the mornings; has succulents by her window which she names after various characters from books/plays etc she’s for sure gonna be a theater actress tho

asks help from iwa’s son for math. even her brother’s 0% help. teru is smart but a terrible teacher. she’s an above-average student and that’s all that matters for her. she can leave the spotlight to her brother because she only craves one type of spotlight

Miya Seiichi (宮 聖一) and Miya Seiji (宮 聖二)

their names literally mean “聖” sacred then “一” is one, and “二” is two

atsumu thought it was funny. when they were kids, seiichi’s nickname was “juan” and seiji’s was “tutu” (i gave them the nicknames)

when the twins discovered the meaning behind the nicknames, they hated it. especially seiji, he despises it vvv much

so when they were hs, seiichi = chi, seiji = ji for the people they're close with

as we can see here, the twins unfortunately got my curls. seiichi likes his hair as is. he doesn’t like the thought of dyeing his hair just to be differentiated from his twin. in fact he enjoys twin jokes, enjoys tripping people up about it. seiji on the other hand, grew tired of his brother’s jokes and by the time hs started, he sacrifices his soft hair. 

between the two, seiji is the one who has my ugly eyesight. add to the fact that he reads a lot (once he starts he can’t put it down. so he reads in the dark, in a moving car etc)

the piercings was a thing that happened between them, and their cousins (which were also twins wtf)–it was a 2v2 vb thing and they lost

surprisingly, the cousins weren't pleased bc atsumu didn't scold them for getting piercings (but for playing half-heartedly). seiichi wanted the piercings tho tbh it was the perfect excuse. ngl, seiji also wanted them.

first let's talk abt seiichi, aside from the fact he also got my mole (he feels it makes him look cuter tho)

seiichi's into vb, but not a setter. he's the ace. may or may not push through with it as a career. he hasn't decided yet. is actually a bit sad that seiji didn't join the vb club in hs, he wanted them to be like his dad and uncle.

seiichi doesn't have any uh, quirks like shutting the whole cheer squad up like his dad does. but he usually dribbles the ball five times before any serve (this is something i did before) and he likes the 'ooooh hey' thing the crowd does when he goes for a serve

his side of the room doesn't have much stuff going on except workout equipment. he follows what exercise plan i give him as da PT mom that i am, and he is very strict with his diet and with what he eats–he's close to not needing a calorie counter anymore; but not a picky eater. he loves his uncle's cooking very much and he is jealous he can't cook even if he tries

he can do beatboxing, he learned it through youtube lmao his spotify playlists are da bombest; he learns a lot in youtube tho in his free time. his current interest is magic tricks and french (he thinks he can use it to woo that girl from class 4)

he hates insects, and hates mess. he has had to scold his twin about it that it escalated to them having this imaginary line in the middle of the room

anyway, he's straightforward. but not rude. he just doesn't like any pretenses so he says what he thinks or feels is right. may or may not have led to some misunderstandings, but he owns up to his mistakes if he crossed a line

next, seiji

even if he looks like a nerd with his glasses tbh he is not he actually hates studying. you can love reading without having to love studying right? he's that dude

the only time that he regrets dyeing his hair was when he realizes couldn't change identities so his brother could take his exam for him

his side of the room is littered with his sketches, notes from books, pencils everywhere – he drew a bunch of ants one time on a paper and made it look like they're real ass ants and placed it on seiichi's pillow

to solve this problem, atsumu has planned to give him a tablet for his next birthday

quits vb in hs because he kinda lost interest? he still finds it fun but he doesn't wanna be put under the pressure that his dad and uncle left for them lmao

he's in art clubs tho

he designs banners/posters for the team anyway. they use his strategic mind from the shit he's read for any plays and stuff so when he's not drawing, he's thinking

he might look like he has no emotions, but tbh he is more emotional and empathetic than his brother. he cries easily over the simplest things, like those grandparents vids, or rescuing animals and stuff

and thats why he doesn't let people in too much bc he knows he'll be hurt (dw seiichi knows this vvv well, and even if they do have arguments, he loves his lil bro and helps him about this)

has once begged to have a cat at home–seiichi didn't want bc he knows his twin is gonna leave him for clean up lmao

he can cook period.

he's gonna either be an architect or an animator, still hasn't decided.

his music taste sucks lmao. his youtube recents are filled with cooking stuff; in constant conversation with his uncle abt cooking lol it be cute sometimes atsumu is jealous bc he feels his son is closer to his brother than with him

he is forgetful that's why his stuff is messy lol he keeps misplacing stuff, sometimes it's literally in front of him and he's just 'where????'

but remembers dates well, remembers plays well. he's good at nitpicking tiny nearly insignificant details. just anything outside studying? he's good. dw he passes his classes but he hates giving effort for that shit lololol

[luna-lime]

I’m back yet again, after this week’s Riverdale episode. I wrote a similar post like this, but some of my theories changes trough the way and I wanted to share it with you guys. As I stated before, this theory didn’t come fully out of my head, but the details indeed come from me. So, stick around if you like to read theories (in which I am truly not very good). I would like to look back to these posts once season 4 is finished and see, if this time my gut was telling me the truth or if it was just playing games with me. Anyways, let’s get to the story.

As I said, they can’t kill Jughead off since this ain’t Game of Thrones and just… Jughead is the narrator of this show so, come on! It would be a stupid choice on the part of the creators too, since Jughead is fans favorite.

We all know that Jughead got this book contract to write a MYSTERY, I repeat MYSTERY book. Since the beginning of this whole ‘book writing’ storyline, he has been omitting writing the great murder-mystery book. And this is exactly it!

I know, the only true rule in Riverdale is: No death body, not a real death. But we could clearly see Jughead’s body in the morgue. I know they want us to believe he is dead. BUT HA RIVERDALE! I’ve been here long enough to know, so won’t fool me that easily. 

My idea of the book plot changed a little bit from the last episode, since it isn’t Bret (I finally know how his name is spelled, but not like it’s too important for me still, cuz I don’t like him) who is the mastermind. Indeed, it’s our beloved, one and only Donna.

I must say I haven’t found Donna suspicious since the beginning, but now it’s clear she is the mastermind. Or maybe she is half of the mind and the other is still Bret, who I don’t believe shit. He is a shady kid and there isn’t a moment that will possibly change my opinions. Just if he turned on Donna, maybe then I would consider (but kisses to Sean Depner ofc)

My original idea was, that this main character (in this case Jughead) goes to private school where he doesn’t fit in. He wins some sort of contract (the book contract) and this main guy (Bret) doesn’t really like when someone is better than him. He makes him and his girlfriend (Betty) to turn on one another. Bret and his prepy squad kill off Jughead and try to frame Betty with enough evidence. But Betty is smarter than to fall into this trap and she turns the tables on them, in the end convicting them rightfully of murder. This is the original idea (in short) of what the story might be mimicking. As I stated before, things have changes.

My new version is this: The main character gets enrolled to a private prep school. He has a hard time fitting in, and his roommate turns out to be a hell of a douc bag. His roommate is the alpha-omega in this school, always winning, being the best at every class and having this natural authority. While dealing with his egoistic roommate, he finds one friend among those preppy kids. This girl becomes his friend (Donna) and supports him, even if it means the others start to judge her because of her choices. One day, she finds out that the main character has a girlfriend, whom he truly adores and loves. This makes the girl angry and jealous, because she though that maybe, they had something special starting to bloom (I know this wasn’t showcased in the show, but hey, we don’t know if Donna wasn’t feeling like this. Maybe she was, and we will find out later.) Between that, there is a competition in school which might significantly influence the future of the winner. The last two sanding in this competition will be the main character and his roommate. Surprisingly, the main character becomes the winner of this contest. But as much of an egoistic of a person his roommate is, he starts to give him even harder time than before. While that, his relationship with his girlfriend starts to crumble due to less time and more opportunities. His girlfriend starts to feel like she is losing him and that he is getting better than her every day. That’s when Donna realizes, that it wouldn’t be too hard to break this relationship. She makes everyone in her inner circle work with her, against the good of the main character. The main character gets fed up by the situation in the prep school and challenges his roommate to a duel. As everyone expected (IDK if that was part of the plan or no) he chooses Donna, since she is the only friend and person he trusts in that school. She tries to be genuine with him but is still hurt by the fact that there will never be more than friendship between them. Things escalate quickly and the main character starts to lose track of what is happening around him and almost loses the competition prize (his book rights). His roommate is still butt hurt about his loss, so he tries to come up with a plan, how to get in his place and get the contract. It’s clear to all, that he won’t give up on his own and making him also isn’t a choice. So, they have two options, kill him or make him disappear without a trace. Knowing the past psychological problems of his girlfriend, they come up with a plan of framing her of his murder. This way both get satisfaction. His roommate will get the contract and Donna, gets to kill two flies with one hit. She will frame the girl who took her chance of a nice loving relationship and kill the boy who couldn’t reciprocate her feelings. The mastermind behind this would be more likely Donna, since she seems to have everyone under her thumb. And it wouldn’t be the first time she committed a crime of passion. She supposedly had a sexual based relationship with this one teacher from her school. And she blackmailed him into insanity, so rather than dealing with it, he killed himself or was driven to kill himself (still the mystery of Mr. Chipping’s death). At the night of his death, he brings along his best friends, which makes the mystery even better. So, the preppies try to frame his girlfriend and his friends. But what they don’t know is that his girlfriend is a mastermind on her own. They try to gaslight her about what happened that night in the forest, where her boyfriend got missing. She is a smarty thou and doesn’t let them gaslight her easily, even if she has moments of her own doubt. She becomes suspicious about those two and tries to play their game in their own rules. And somehow, she finds a crack in the code and successfully frames them of the murder of her boyfriend, cleaning her and her friends name. So, by the end of the novel, Donna and his roommate confess to killing him one for the contract and two because she was deeply in love with him and she couldn’t bare the though of him not being with her.

I know this is a stretch but seeing Donna and her character development in the last three episodes made me think. As I stated before, we never got the feeling off Donna that she might be feeling something towards Jughead. But this would be a good motive for her to kill him. Because she is this psycho bitch, who isn’t very good at showing emotions and falls in love very easily with everyone who is just a little nice to her.

But at the end, this isn’t something life changing so take it with a pinch of salt. What would be actually funny, is that Jughead would really die and so we all would be here like:

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J/H 3-16: Romantic Weekend

Movin' right along...

Following the production order, this timeline leaves "Hyde's Christmas Rager," "Dine and Dash," "Donna's Panties," "Who Wants It More," and "Radio Daze" just as they are, no change in order and no changes in story. That's especially important to remember about "Donna's Panties," given the "B" story there with Kelso.

That brings us to 3-16, "Romantic Weekend." Just like last time, the "A" story has been left alone and included for context. The "B" story, however, is completely new and all about the Zen...with some basic tenants borrowed from a later episode (and how does that affect said later episode? Keep reading...)

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SHOW TITLE   INT. GYM - DAY   The school auditorium. The bleachers are filled with students decked out in green and gold. The school marching band can be heard playing off-screen. FEZ, ERIC, DONNA, and KELSO sit in a row, in the middle of the bleachers. Fez is in his letter jacket with pom-poms in his hands, Eric is looking over a brochure, Donna’s head is in her hands, and Kelso rocks in his seat with a big grin.   DONNA: God, this blows. We should’ve just skipped like Hyde did.   KELSO: Come on, Donna. Pep rallies are fun.   DONNA: Kelso, you only like pep rallies because it’s a chance for you to ogle the cheerleaders.   KELSO: (beat) Yeah, what’s your point?   Donna rolls her eyes.   KELSO (cont’d): Come on. Just look at Jackie out there. She’s so cute in that little uniform. And so’s Julie. And Rachel. And Bethany.   FEZ: This is a good day. I am a-flush with school spirit. GO VIKINGS!   He stands and raises a pom-pom high in the air.   ERIC: (to Donna) Donna, are you all set for our weekend getaway?   DONNA: So set. I have to get out of town. Ever since my dad lost the store, he just shuffles around in a not-completely-closed bathrobe. It’s really depressing.   Fez sits down and takes the brochure from Eric.   FEZ: (reading) “The Wisconsin Dells’ most romantic hideaway. Hunters and truckers always welcome.” Sexy.   Cheers and applause come up from the gym floor. The gang, and the rest of the crowd, rise to their feet as the cheer squad begins sounding off. CHEERLEADERS (v.o.): Can you hear us As we cheer? We’ve got the spirit Can’t you hear it?   FEZ: YES!   Eric and Donna share a look as Kelso pumps his fist.   CHEERLEADERS (v.o.): Viking spirit! Shhhhhh... Viking spirit! Yell it out! Viking spirit Spin, scream –   A horrible sloshy noise cuts off the cheerleaders, who all break into screams and shouts. JACKIE’s can clearly be heard over the others. Fez, Eric, Donna, and Kelso all gape at the sight below them.   KELSO: BURN!   He, Eric, and Donna laugh, while Fez cradles his pom-poms.

MAIN CREDITS   BUMPER   INT. FORMAN KITCHEN - EVENING   Eric, RED, and KITTY sit around the kitchen table, enjoying dinner.   ERIC: So, looks like I’m gonna spend the weekend with Kelso. Tutor him in math.   Red and Kitty look up from their dinner. They share a look, then glare at Eric.   RED: Really?   KITTY: Hmmm...   CUT TO:   INT. FORMAN KITCHEN - EVENING   Eric is sat on a stool as Red and Kitty circle before him.   RED: So, you’re allegedly tutoring Kelso in math?   ERIC: Yes, sir.   KITTY: Are you good in math?   RED: What’s the square root of “x?”   ERIC: Um, I really can’t answer that.   RED: Aha!   ERIC: No, see, “x” is a variable, so until you define its parameters the only possible answer is a variable, or “x” if you prefer.   Red and Kitty look at each other.   RED: (to Kitty) Is that right?   KITTY: (beat) Sounds good. (to Eric) Will Michael’s parents be home?   ERIC: Yes.   RED: Are they as dumb as he is?   ERIC: I can’t lie - yes. Yes, they are.   RED: Right answer. (to Kitty) That was a trick question. (to Eric) I know they’re dumb.   ERIC: (beat) So... I can go?   RED: You can go. But I’ll be watching the news. And if anything is vandalized, or explodes, or catches on fire, “x” is gonna equal me kicking your ass.   Red exits into the living room. Kitty sighs, kisses Eric on the top of his head, and follows.   CUT TO:   INT. PINCIOTTI KITCHEN – EVENING   Donna, BOB, and MIDGE sit around the table, eating. Bob is in an open bathrobe, nursing his drink.   DONNA: So anyway, Jackie took what happened at the pep rally really hard. I, uh, thought I should stay with her this weekend. Help her get through... you know, stuff.   Neither of her parents reacts.   DONNA (cont’d): Anyone?   MIDGE: I’m sorry, honey. I can’t concentrate when your father’s robe is open.   BOB: Leave me alone. I’m ventilating.   MIDGE: (to Donna) It’s alright with me, sweetie.   DONNA: Thanks, Mom.   MIDGE: What happened at the pep rally today?   CUT TO:   INT. FORMAN BASEMENT – EVENING   HYDE sits alone in his chair, reading a magazine. The basement door opens, and Jackie steps in, wearing her cheerleading uniform. She is an absolute mess, with a brown sticky substance all over her and white feathers stuck to her clothes and disheveled hair.   Hyde looks her over, then bursts into laughter. Jackie throws her bag at him, but he keeps laughing.   BUMPER   INT. FORMAN LIVING ROOM – EVENING   Later that evening. Red and Kitty share the couch. Kitty reads a magazine while Red reads the paper.   KITTY: (not looking up) You know, Red, if the house is gonna be empty this weekend, it might be a nice opportunity for a little romance.   RED: (not looking up) Uh-huh.   Kitty sets her magazine down and glares at Red.   KITTY: Is that, “uh-huh, my passion burns for you” or “uh-huh, you’re as exciting as an old hat?”   Red looks up from his paper.   RED: Well, what kind of old hat?   KITTY: How about a hat that’s about to be super P.O.’d?   RED: (beat) Oh. Then the passion one.   Kitty frowns and shakes her head at him.   CUT TO:   INT. FORMAN BASEMENT – EVENING   Hyde is still in his chair, back to reading his magazine. Jackie sits on the couch, her arms crossed tight. The feathers are starting to flake off her.   JACKIE: And then, just before we were going to form the human pyramid, the cheerleaders from Fort Anderson stood up and pelted us with water balloons full of this gross sticky goo!   HYDE: Is it maple syrup? (looks up, grins) That’s good stuff.   JACKIE: And then they took out these big bags of feathers and threw them at us, and we ended up like this. (shakes her arms) God, it was so humiliating! And right in front of the whole school!   Hyde laughs again. Jackie glares at him.   HYDE: Sorry. (points to his magazine) National Lampoon.   JACKIE: I just don’t understand how they could do this. I mean, I know those girls. We went to cheerleading camp together. I thought we were friends. I mean, we all went out to the mall together just last weekend.   HYDE: (as he reads) Did they ask what you’d be doing at the pep rally?   JACKIE: Yeah. So?   HYDE: Well, there you go, man. They conned you.   JACKIE: I don’t understand.   HYDE: They were nice to you so you’d give them something they could use to burn you later. And they did. And for the first time in my life, I’m sorry I skipped a pep rally.   He laughs and sets his magazine down as he stands and moves to the deep freeze.   JACKIE: Oh, my God. Oh, my God, I can’t believe I was so stupid. I mean, these are the same girls who told me that we’d all set a new trend by wearing white after Labor Day to make it cool, and then, when we all went out the next day – I was the only one who did it!   She sniffles, puts a hand over her mouth, and squeezes her eyes shut. Hyde looks over his shoulder at her.   HYDE: Alright, cool it, princess. Don’t start getting all weepy over this.   JACKIE: Well, what else am I supposed to do?   HYDE: Get even.   Jackie puts her hands down and looks over at Hyde. He grins at her, brings two soda bottles over and hands one to Jackie as he sits back down.   HYDE (cont’d): I think it’s time for another lesson, grasshopper.   Jackie frowns, confused, as Hyde chuckles and opens up his soda.   BUMPER   INT. HOTEL – DAY   The next morning. A small, modest hotel room. Eric and Donna step inside, mouths open. Eric drops the bags to the floor, and Donna dives for the bed.   DONNA: This place is awesome!   ERIC:  I know! There’s gotta be, like, seventeen pillows on this bed!   DONNA: What’s this?   She crosses to the dresser, which supports a lamp and fridge, while Eric enters the bathroom.   DONNA (cont’d): Oh, my God, it’s a tiny fridge! (opens fridge) With, like, a million bottles of tiny liquor!   She takes two of the bottles out. She notices a case on the inside shelf of the fridge and picks it up too.   DONNA (cont’d): Oh, and tiny cookies!   Eric returns from the bathroom.   ERIC: Oh, yeah? Well, in there – tiny shampoo and tiny soap. Donna, I think elves work here.   DONNA: I feel so classy. I’m stealing all of it!   Eric nods, and Donna goes back to rifling through the fridge.   CUT TO:   INT. FORMAN KITCHEN - DAY   Jackie and Hyde, in their winter coats, hover by the fridge.   JACKIE: Okay, Steven, what does this have to do with getting back at Fort Anderson?   HYDE: Jackie, to get even, you’ve gotta get evil. And to get evil, you gotta think evil. And nothing helps you think evil like a good beer. Now, I’ll sneak it out of the fridge, and you go be lookout.   Jackie sighs, shrugs, and moves in front of the patio door. Hyde opens up the fridge and dives in.   Red and Kitty enter quietly from the living room. Neither Hyde nor Jackie notice anything.   RED: Steven.   Jackie whirls around, and Hyde stands up straight. A six-pack is in his arms. Kitty frowns and Red grins.   RED (cont’d): Get out.   Jackie shakes her head and exits out the patio door. Hyde sets the beer down on the counter and moves to leave, but Kitty holds him back by his coat sleeve.   KITTY: Steven, Steven, now what were you thinking? Making your girlfriend snoop around like that?   HYDE: Mrs. Forman, we’ve been over this. Jackie is not my girlfriend.   KITTY: Oh, of course not! (laughs) You don’t even like her! (laughs)   She runs to the fridge and takes out a soda and a snack pack.   KITTY (cont’d): Now you, you just split these with her, and then you two go find a nice movie to cuddle up in. I hear that Pete’s Dragon is just adorable.   Hyde looks down at the snacks, looks up at Kitty, and hurries out of the house.   RED: Okay, Kitty. I’m going to cook you a romantic dinner. So, you go put on something pretty and I’ll warm up the toaster oven.   KITTY: Oh, wow. Dinner from the toaster oven. (laughs) Well, whoop-de-do. I’ll put on my fancy dress.   She moves to the living room door.   RED: Okay, I’m gonna work on Plan “B.”   KITTY: Oh, I would.   She exits. Red sighs and leans on the island. His hand brushes against Eric’s brochure for Wisconsin Dells. He picks it up and starts looking it over.   CUT TO:   INT. HOTEL - NIGHT   Donna is in pajamas, hopping up and down on the bed by her knees. Eric enters from the bathroom, wrapped up in a hotel bathrobe. James Brown’s “Get Up” blares on the radio.   DONNA:  Hey, Eric! Do you know that if you mix Kahlúa and scotch, it tastes just like Dr. Pepper?   She jumps out of bed, hurries over to Eric, and embraces him, her hands sliding all over his face.   DONNA (cont’d):  You’re cute!   ERIC: (beat) Okay. I think you’re cute too. And a little drunk, which is gonna make my job a whole lot easier.   He and Donna start to make out when someone begins pounding on the wall.   DONNA: (whispering) What was that?   ERIC: I guess the guy next door thinks we’re being too loud.   DONNA: Oh, yeah?   She crosses to the wall and pounds on it. The guy next door pounds right back.   DONNA (cont’d): Oh, my God. He just pounded right back.   ERIC: Uh, okay. You know what? Let’s just be quiet.   He shuts off the radio.   DONNA: But then he wins, Eric. We need to get the last pound.   She pounds on the wall again and waits for a reply. None comes.   DONNA (cont’d): See? We won! We’re not gonna take crap. We’re gonna give it, ‘cause we’re fearless!   Someone pounds on the room door.   ERIC: Oh, my God. He’s at the door. Okay, you know what? I think I have a little fear. So let’s just, uh, be really quiet and pretend we’re not here, and maybe he’ll just think we’re not here.   DONNA: (whispering) Okay.   ERIC: (whispering) Okay.   He moves toward the bed, but Donna creeps up to the door and pounds on it. Eric hurries over to her.   ERIC:  Will you cut it out? Okay, look –   He steers Donna toward the bathroom.   ERIC (cont’d): Just stay in here and shush.   He shuts the door behind her.   DONNA (v.o.): (whispering) Okay.   The man outside pounds on the door again. Donna pounds on the bathroom door. The man outside pounds again. Eric spins on his feet in both directions before going for the room door. He opens it to reveal:   ERIC: Dad?   Red, in pajamas and an open bathrobe, stares at his son, mouth open. Donna races out of the bathroom and laughs when she sees Red.   DONNA: Hey, it’s big Red!   RED: Son of a bitch!   FADE TO BLACK   COMMERCIAL   BUMPER   INT. HOTEL - NIGHT   Right where we left off. Donna and Eric stand on either side of the doorway. Red, in the doorway, breathes deep. He steps inside, slams the door shut, and leads Eric aside by the arm. Donna lies down on the bed.   RED: What the hell are you doing here?   ERIC: Wait, what are you doing here? Oh, my God. Who are you with?   RED: Your mother, you dumbass! Okay, I’m gonna make a deal with you. I never saw you. I don’t know you’re here.   ERIC: Wait, So, we’re good?   RED: No, no. You’re getting your ass kicked on Monday. But for now, you shut up and stay here. If your mother sees you, my fun time is over.   With a last look around the room, Red exits.   DONNA: Oh, this is just awful!   She stirs, kicks at the covers, and pounds the mattress. Eric sits next to her on the bed.   ERIC: Oh, no. Hey, cheer up. I’ve been in trouble with Red before. It’s okay.   Donna sits up.   DONNA: No, it’s not that. It’s just, seeing your dad reminded me of my dad. Your dad’s going away on nice weekends and having fun. My dad’s out of work and sad. Plus, your robe’s not completely closed, and that reminds me of him too.   Eric adjusts his robe and starts to rub her back.   ERIC: Okay, okay. You know what? Let’s turn that frown upside-down. That’s right – let’s have super-hot sex, baby!   Donna slugs him in the chest.   ERIC (cont’d): And by “super-hot sex,” I mean, “let’s talk about your sad feelings.”   Donna falls down onto the pillows.   CUT TO:   INT. FORMAN BASEMENT – NIGHT   Kelso and Fez share the couch, each munching on a bag of chips. The television plays quietly.   KELSO: So what’s going on tonight?   FEZ: Well, Eric and Donna are off on their romantic weekend getaway with the hunters and truckers, Hyde is helping Jackie to claim vengeance on the cheerleaders of Fort Anderson, and we are here, alone. (sniffs) So alone.   KELSO: Yep, that revenge burn’s a hard “no” for me. I’ve got a strict “no burn” policy for cheerleaders. You never know who you’ll end up wanting to do it with.   FEZ: Kelso, is it strange that we are here in Eric’s basement when he is out and Laurie is out and Red and Miss Kitty are out?   Kelso pauses mid-bite and looks around the basement. The thought has never occurred to him before.   KELSO: I mean... we could go to the Hub -   FEZ: No, we have no car. We could go to my host parents’ -   KELSO: Nah, they always try telling me how I shouldn’t be playing with my naughty parts. We could go to my house –   FEZ: No, your brothers think it’s funny to put me upside-down into your trash can. And you can tell them from me, it is not.   Fez and Kelso look up at the TV. They shrug together, settle into the couch, and resume eating chips.   CUT TO:   INT. HOTEL – NIGHT   Red and Kitty’s room, the mirror layout of Eric and Donna’s. The bed is ready for them, but Kitty dances around in her nightgown while Red stands at the head of the bed.   KITTY: What should we do with all this time alone?   Red chuckles. A knock comes to the door.   RED: I’ll get that. I ordered you a special surprise.   He hurries to the door and throws it open without looking.   RED (cont’d): Ta-da!   A clearly upset Donna steps into their room.   KITTY: (beat) Donna? Donna is my surprise?   Red looks around the door.   RED: Donna! What the heck are you doing here, Donna? (chuckles) What the heck?   Donna scurries into the room.   DONNA: (to Kitty) Mrs. Forman, Eric is being a jerk, and I wanted to talk to my mom, but since she’s not here, can I talk to you?   Without an answer, Donna goes over to Red and Kitty’s bed and crawls inside.   RED: Eric’s here too? What on earth is going on? What the heck?   KITTY: Red, what is going on here?   RED: Oh, I’m just as surprised as you – oh, all right! Eric and Donna are the noisy people next door.   KITTY: And you didn’t tell me?   Donna sticks her head out from the covers, the phone in her hand.   DONNA: Hello, Mommy? I’m sad!   Kitty looks from Donna to Red, who rolls his eyes.   CUT TO:   INT. HOTEL – NIGHT   Eric and Donna’s room. Eric sits at the foot of the bed. A knock comes to the door. Eric hurries to open it.   ERIC: Donna, where have you –   It’s Red, a pillow under his arm.   RED: Your mother kicked me out.   CUT TO:   INT. HOTEL – NIGHT   Eric’s room, a short time later. The lights are out. Red sleeps in the bed, while Eric struggles to fit himself on the footrest. Hearing Red snore, Eric tries to crawl to the open end of the bed.   RED: (eyes shut) I said “no.”   Eric quickly retreats.   CUT TO:   INT. HALLWAY – NIGHT   The athletic locker area of Fort Anderson High School. The distant sounds of a basketball game echo through the halls. Jackie, overdressed in black, and Hyde creep quietly along the wall and peak around a corner. Hyde has a large knapsack slung over his back.   JACKIE: Okay, they just started their big game against Sacred Heart. The whole cheerleading squad should be out there.   HYDE: Bunch of losers. Mindless slaves floating along on the conveyer belt of conformity.   JACKIE: Yeah... but you get pretty uniforms and everyone tells you you’re cute, so it’s worth it.   They round the corner and move to a locked door marked “JV Cheer.” Hyde sets his bag down, draws a tension wrench and a pick from his jacket, and starts working the lock. The pick slips out of his hands, and rolls under the door.   HYDE: Dammit.   JACKIE: What is it?   HYDE: I need something else to jimmy the lock with.   He pats his pockets, looking for an alternative. Jackie produces a bobby pin from her hair.   JACKIE: Steven, will this work?   Hyde takes the pin and looks it over. He bends it into shape, inserts it, and picks the lock. The door gives way. Jackie gives a silent cheer, and Hyde looks up at her, smiling.   HYDE: You’re coming along nicely.   He grabs his sack and they head inside.   CUT TO:   INT. HOTEL – NIGHT   Red and Kitty’s room. Kitty and Donna are sitting up in bed. Kitty sips at a large drink in her hands.   KITTY: Huh. This does taste like Dr. Pepper.   DONNA: Told ya. Hey, you know what? I think I might puke.   Donna leans over her side of the bed. Kitty pulls her back upright.   KITTY: Oh, no, no, no, no. Honey, nobody gets sick in Mr. and Mrs. Forman’s room. (laughs) You know, it is a lovely room. Red just saw the brochure on the counter and he whisked me up and he brought me here. It was very Humphrey Bogart.   DONNA: Eric did the same thing for me. Sometimes he’s really sweet. Do you have a bucket?   A knock sounds at the door.   BELL BOY (v.o.): Room service!   KITTY: (to Donna) Honey, honey – pretty girls do not throw up.   Laughing, Kitty climbs out of bed and goes to the door. The bell boy wheels in a cart with iced champagne, a bowl of nuts, and roses.   KITTY (cont’d): Oh, no, no, no. I didn’t order this.   BELL BOY: Oh. Uh, it was ordered by a Mr. Red Forman.   He smiles and exits. Kitty claps a hand over her heart.   KITTY: Oh, my gosh, this must have been his surprise. Oh, flowers, champagne... cashews.   She lifts up the bowl of cashews.   KITTY (cont’d): The most expensive nut, you know. (laughs) Oh, dear sweet Red. I have to go see him. (to Donna) Are you feeling better now?   DONNA: No.   KITTY: Okay, good. Nighty-night.   She takes the cart and wheels it out of the room.   CUT TO:   INT. LOCKER - NIGHT   The locker room of the Fort Anderson JV Cheerleaders. It has been thoroughly trashed. The showers are T.P.ed, spray paint covers the walls and lockers (random graffiti and one cartoon unicorn), whipped cream coats the handles of each locker, and beer and spray paint cans litter the floor.   Hyde stands in the middle of the room, admiring the work done. He sees a bit of fabric sticking out of a half-open locker. He pulls out the top of a red and black Fort Anderson cheerleading uniform.   HYDE: Hello, souvenir.   Laughing, he stuffs the top into his sack.   Jackie runs in from the bathroom. A massive smile is plastered on her face, and she shakes where she stands.   JACKIE: Oh, my God. I can’t believe I’m doing this!   She gestures all around the room, especially toward the unicorn graffiti. Hyde nods approvingly.   HYDE: Pretty fun this side of the law, ain’t it?   Jackie nods excitedly and runs over to Hyde.   JACKIE: Yes, yes, yes! Steven, Steven, this is so amazing! Um, quick question – do those cherry bomb thingies smell like cherries when they go off?   HYDE: (beat) No.   Jackie’s smile slips as she nods.   JACKIE: Uh-huh. Then we probably want to get out of here.   Hyde looks toward the bathroom. Quickly, he grabs his sack from the floor and he and Jackie break for the door. Before they can reach it, the sound of the doorknob turning stops them.   HYDE: Crap, the game’s over.   He grabs Jackie’s hand and pulls her after him as he takes cover inside the shower.   The JV CHEERLEADERS file into the locker. Each gasps, screams, or swears at the sight before them. They hurry in to inspect the damage, none of them noticing Jackie or Hyde. Hyde squeezes Jackie’s hand, nods toward the open door. She nods back, and they quietly make their way towards it.   An explosion rocks the locker. Two enraged cheerleaders emerge from the bathroom, soaking wet.   JACKIE: Oh, my God, they worked! My cherry bombs worked!   The cheerleaders all turn toward Jackie and Hyde. Several BASKETBALL PLAYERS appear in the doorway of the locker, blocking the exit.   HYDE: Jackie, there’s an important part of getting even: not getting caught!   Jackie offers a shrug and half-grin of apology before they’re rushed from both sides. She and Hyde push back against the basketball players, trying to make their way to the door, as everyone around them attacks.   BUMPER   INT. HOTEL HALL - NIGHT   The hallway of the Wisconsin Dells. Eric’s room door opens, and Red shoves Eric outside.   RED: Out.   He slams the door shut behind him.   ERIC: But it’s my room.   The door opens again. Kitty tosses Eric a blanket.   KITTY: Love you, sweetie.   Laughing, she shuts the door on Eric. He moves down the hall and knocks on Red’s door.   ERIC: Donna? Donna, are you there?   He knocks again.   CUT TO:   INT. HOTEL – NIGHT   Red’s room. Donna is curled up in bed, sound asleep, even as Eric continues to knock.   ERIC (v.o.): Donna, please open the door, please.   CUT TO:   INT. HOTEL HALL – NIGHT   Eric closes both hands around his blanket.   ERIC: Great, I’m locked out of both rooms. Well, at least I don’t have any pants.   He heads down the hall. Just as he leaves, Bob, Midge, and the bell boy march up the hall from the other direction.   BOB: (to bell boy) I want you to open that door right now. Our daughter’s in there, and she’s drunk.   The bell boy opens the door and quickly retreats.   All the lights are off in the room. Bob and Midge march inside, out of sight.   BOB (v.o.): You get off my daughter!   The lights click on.   RED (v.o.): Bob, what the hell?   BOB (v.o.): Red?   MIDGE (v.o.): Ooh, Kitty, what a pretty night gown.   KITTY (v.o.): Thank you, Midge. Could you hand it to me, please?   BUMPER   INT. FORMAN BASEMENT - DAY   The next morning. A large pile of shoes rests on the coffee table. Eric sits on the arm of the couch, a shoe and shoe brush in his hands. Donna, laughing, sits down on the couch seat.   DONNA: Look, I’m sorry about getting all tipsy last night.   ERIC: Oh, no, please. I’m sorry. The fight was all my fault.   DONNA: Fight? We had a fight?   ERIC: (beat) No.   DONNA: What did you do?   ERIC: Nothing.   DONNA: Obviously, you did something, and I want to know what it is in case I’m still mad about it.   ERIC: (beat) Well, okay... I had said that you were the most beautiful girl in the world, and then you got all mad and said “get bent.” Not your finest hour, but I still love you.   DONNA: Wow. You must be really upset about this.   ERIC: Um... kind of, yeah.   Donna puts a hand on Eric’s arm.   DONNA: Well, come on, Eric. Let’s turn that frown upside-down. That’s right – let’s have super-hot sex, baby!   ERIC: Oh, crap.   He and Donna both laugh, and Donna picks up one of the shoes from the pile.   FADE TO BLACK   CREDITS   INT. FORMAN BASEMENT - DAY   Moments later. Eric and Donna are each brushing a shoe when the basement door swings open and Hyde steps in. His lip is swollen, his shirt is badly torn, his sunglasses are missing, and his hair is a mess.   DONNA: What the hell happened to you?   HYDE: Fort Anderson basketball team, Fort Anderson coaches... Fort Anderson cheerleaders.   Eric chokes down a laugh.   ERIC: You got beaten up by cheerleaders?   HYDE: No, no. Not beaten.   Jackie rushes into the basement beside him, breathless. She has a black eye, her clothes are untucked and torn, and her hair is wild, but she’s smiling ear to ear.   JACKIE: You know, I never thought I would use high kicks for anything except cheerleading!   HYDE: Yep. Turns out they’ve got a practical application after all: kickin’ ass.   Donna, Eric, and Jackie all laugh, and Hyde smiles as Jackie leans on him and he throws an arm around her shoulders.   END.

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Mystery/Dark Academia

Dark Academia and Mystery novels have some of my favorite novels, and they are novels that centre on an academic setting. The term Dark Academia, is an unofficial name for the genre, as they, at least in literature, are called campus novels or academic novels. I’m also including mystery-centric novels here as well. Some of these are modern and some of these are period based, but the connecting factor is that there’s usually something they’re trying to solve or unravel. 

Some may also have fantastical elements in them (ex. ghosts) but I personally think they make more sense on this list than a YA Fantasy list. Some of these are YA and some aren’t. I’m just gonna put it all together. 

**Personal Favorites

Stalking Jack the Ripper Series** (4.5 Books) by Kerri Maniscalco: This is one of my new favorites series because it is great in both the mystery department and the romance department. I’ll be honest, the two leads (Wadsworth and Cresswell) are great at deducing things and picking up clues, but they’re not the *greatest* at actually solving the mysteries until the solution is literally right in front of them. I’ll forgive them though because we love a good relationship and men that support their badass girlfriends. Also mysteries about serial killers are especially exciting because they are always on the clock. 

Truly Devious Trilogy** by Maureen Johnson: So this is written with alternating timelines: the past when the murder occurred and the present where Stevie Bell, the protagonist is trying to unravel the mystery of what happened so many years ago. Along the way there’s more murder and a tiny bit of romance but this is a great cold case mystery that happens concurrently with a crime in the present. Also, boarding school. We love that trope. I just saw there will be a fourth standalone novel in this series next year so I’m hyped. 

The Night Circus** by Erin Morgenstern: I’ll be honest here. This book can be confusing AF. Like when I was reading it, I was kinda like what the fuck is happening but then in the end, I was like, “yo, that was cool.” There is *so much* detailed description in here and it really does rely on context clues to gauge what’s happening, but regardless it’s a beautiful book (literally, the book design is A1) but definitely more high level than my other recommendations because it’s actually not YA. It’s one of those books I recommend when I wanna sound pretentious and well-read. 

House of Salt and Sorrows by Erin A. Craig: Not gonna lie, this one was a little spooky. It’s a retelling of the Twelve Dancing Princesses and it’s definitely more inspired by Grimm than it is by Barbie. If it was a horror movie, I’d be scared watching it, but I really enjoyed reading this book. I loved how dark it was and I kinda felt myself going crazy with the protagonist. It’s part horror, part mystery, part ghost story, part love story, and I’m all for it. 

Verity by Colleen Hoover: I 100% always have mixed feelings about Colleen Hoover. I’m not a big fan of the New Adult genre she writes for but I’ll admit this was a good book just for the plot. This book had me guessing till the very end about what the truth was, so yeah, I don’t like Colleen Hoover, but I would recommend this book any day just because of the story. 

Shades of London Series by Maureen Johnson: Again, something about hunting Jack the Ripper really intrigues me. Except this time, it’s with ghosts and ghost hunters. I’m still anxiously awaiting the fourth book but I think MJ got distracted with Truly Devious so I’m not too mad but damn. Anyways, read if you like mystery, danger, ghosts, people that can see ghosts, and murder. There’s also a splash of love. (also one thing I really appreciate Maureen Johnson doing well is that she can so easily switch up the love interest but you’re just so on board with it). 

Olivia Twist by Lorie Langdon: OKAY, I’ll admit that retellings of classics are not always great but as someone who CANNOT read classics, I’m okay burning in literary hell for enjoying some of them. Anyways it’s basically Oliver Twist except gender bent because she’s forced to live as a boy to survive. Quick and simple read with a satisfying love story and I have nothing to compare it to the original, so pure enjoyment. I just love period pieces. 

To Read List: 

The Secret History by Donna Tartt

The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt

The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafon

Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo

Dublin Murder Squad Series by Tana French

One of Us is Lying by Karen M. McManus

The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks by E. Lockhart

A Good Girl’s Guide to Murder by Holly Jackson

Shades of Magic Series by V.E. Schwab

A Mad Wicked Folly by Sharon Biggs Waller

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Chances Are... 3

Monday mornings were you least favorite thing other than Sunday nights. Monday mornings meant a fresh week ahead of you with endless possibilities for disappointment and frustration. Sure, it was ridiculous to look at it with such a pessimistic lens but it was Monday. You couldn’t expect very much more from yourself.

At least you had your ritual - and no one, not even a new career or a new route to work could ruin that.

Every morning on the way to work, you stopped and got yourself a large black coffee, a handful of sugar packets, and one toasted everything bagel. Then, and only then, would you try to see things from a more pleasant point of view. You’d been stopping at the same shop since you moved into your apartment, and even after you and your treacherous ex had split up, you still stopped by every morning, without fail. The barista had grown to be a somewhat friend of yours, and if you ever shook your order up she would have been flabbergasted. Every morning when you walked in, she started pouring your cup to go and toasting your bagel. It was the one thing you knew you could count on every morning.

With your bagel and coffee ready to go, you headed back out onto the street and made your way to your office. Monday you had interviews set up until lunch, and then client visits from 1pm until 5pm, when you clocked out on your phone and hopped on the subway to go home. It wasn’t that Monday was so bad, it was just the promise of Tuesday through Friday that made Monday seem so terribly awful.

At 11:45 when your last interview of the morning left, your office support popped her head into your office and frowned.

“Hey, Y/N, Pam called,” she said with a soft sigh. Pam was your sales rep for the area, and when she called it usually meant that you were about to go on an adventure.

“Thanks, Lissa. I’ll give her a call back,” you said with a half-smile. Your stomach growled and you looked at the clock on your monitor. Fifteen minutes.

You dialed Pam and waited for her to pick up, absently tapping your fingertips on the desk.

“This is Pam.”

“Hey, it’s Y/N. What’s going on?”

Pam laughed on the other end of the phone. “I have a new client for us. I need you to swing by with me at 1:30. I’ll text you the address. It’s like a ten minute walk from the office.”

“Sounds great. See you then,” you concluded, and waited for her to say goodbye before you hung up.

Your cell pinged a moment later and you opened the message from Pam, clicked on the address and let your GPS do its job. It pulled up the Manhattan Precinct of the NYPD. More specifically, SVU. You knew what it meant vaguely. Your nose wrinkled for a moment at the thought of needing to staff anything in a police station. What could it possibly be? A janitor? A receptionist? You shrugged to yourself and clocked out a few minutes early, slipping from your office and down to the local deli to grab a bite. You’d save the suspense for when you weren’t off the clock.

“Hey you,” Pam greeted you warmly, smiling from her spot just inside of the building.

“Hey, Pam,” you said with a smile, hurrying forward to catch a ride up with her on the elevator. “What are we staffing for?”

As the doors closed she turned to you and smiled, her classic toothy grin that could have meant a number of things. “They’re looking for a secretary for the unit. Their last one quit unexpectedly and they’re in no position to find one themselves right now.”

You nodded understandingly and silenced your phone, shoving it in your pocket. “Fair enough. Who are we meeting?”

“Their HR representative will be meeting us in the squad room to go over what they’re looking for.”

“Exciting.” The doors opened and you followed Pam out, close on her heels as she made her way down the hall and straight into the open space of desks and what you assumed were interrogation rooms.

“Hi, I’m Pamela Whistley. I’m here to speak with Donna, your head of HR about filling an open position,” Pam told the guard at the front desk.

“Thank God,” he replied with a laugh. “I’m sick of sitting here all day.”

He disappeared down a hallway and emerged a moment later with a slender blonde woman who appeared to be in her late forties, in a pressed business suit and heels that clicked along the floor. Suddenly you felt under dressed in your flats and your khakis.

“I’m Donna. It’s nice to meet you,” she said with an extended hand. Both you and Pam shook her hand and greeted her, introducing yourselves. She beckoned you down the hall and seated you in a brightly lit room with a two way mirror. “Don’t mind that. It’s inevitable.”

Donna sat down across from you and Pam, pulling out a folder that contained a contract that Pam had already written up and sent over. She discussed the different requirements that the department had for secretaries, the work history she was looking to see, skills and personality traits, as well as the education expectations the department had in place. When she was done speaking and you were done jotting down notes, you asked your questions about interviewing on site, pay, dates of hire, and the term.

Finally, everyone had the information they were requesting and the meeting was coming to a close. You handed Donna several of your business cards and told her to share them with her contacts in the event that they were looking for temporary staffing as well.

“Absolutely!” Donna said cheerfully. “We work with the District Attorney’s office a lot. Maybe they can use you guys, too.”

“That would be great!” you said, beaming. “We’re always looking for more opportunities to branch out. Give me a call if you need anything. In the mean time I’ll work on setting up interviews.”

By the time you left SVU, it was nearly 4PM. You made it back to the office in time to finish some background reports and answer a few emails, then you called it a day. Your apartment was calling your name.

Back at the apartment building, you rode up to your floor and headed to the safety and quietness of your home. As you were pushing the door open to head inside, Peter’s door opened abruptly. It was almost as if he had been waiting for you - well, you’d hoped, anyway. Instead, he was on his way out, still wearing his work clothes. His tie was a little looser than you’d assumed it started that morning, but he still looked so put together. Maybe a little stressed, but you weren’t even sure what he did for work. Maybe he was in a high stress position.

“Hey,” you called out as he locked his door and turned to face you.

He smiled and hesitated, clasping his keys in his hand. “Hey, Y/N. Just getting home?”

“Another busy day in paradise,” you said with a short laugh. “Are you just.. leaving for work?”

He shook his head with a soft laugh. “No, just heading back to the office. I forgot my laptop and I’ve got a meeting in the morning I need to prep for.”

“Oh, of course. Well I won’t keep you,” you insisted and lingered in the doorway to your apartment.

“Do..” he started, but stopped and pursed his lips together. His face was stern but sincere. “Nevermind. Hey, I’ll see you later.”

“Of course. Have a good night, Peter.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

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ASF 2017

The Arnold Sports Festival is coming up next week and the athlete list has been posted. Competitors from all over the world come to watch and compete in this show; it’s kind of a big deal. With that said, yes, my name is on the Women’s Physique list. Yes, I am competing.

Here’s why I’ve stayed off the radar and off social media regarding my prep: In early October, I sent my Arnold registration in with no expectations of what the response would be. Come the end of the month, I was sitting in a work conference and got that “You’ve been accepted” email. I was filled with all kinds of emotions, but from that moment on…my prep had begun. I chose to prep differently this time around. By that I mean keeping it completely to myself, being selfish with my energy, and not giving an ounce of attention to any sort of distraction. I let my closest support system in on my little secret, kept my head down, and moved forward. Some days are easier than others. Some days I feel like the work will never get done. However, changing my attitude and direction with this prep, the work ALWAYS gets done. I’ve worked relentlessly on being better than before, improving everything about what I bring to the stage, and leaving no stone unturned. The few people that did know gave me all the support in the world and it was just what I needed. There was no negativity to derail my focus and any slight distraction was easily pushed out of my direction by my support system.

How it came to this: I took an entire year off of “show dieting” and essentially just “lived my life”. The last year has been so amazing to me and my family. Competing was completely put on the back burner. Eating healthy and working out is just part of our lifestyle, so at no point did I ever stop making progress. There were some cheeseburgers eaten and some bottles of wine consumed, sure. We got married and had a beautiful wedding (with delicious food), I excelled in my career, we’ve worked with our amazing team at Metabolic Nutrition, I focused on many non-gym related things and ended up improving not just in the gym…but my overall quality of life has become substantially better. Early Fall rolled around and I got that little itch to step on stage again. We had the amazing opportunity to attend the Olympia and it was a definite eye opener for me. I love being on stage and I simply couldn’t let that go. The progress that had been made over the previous months was undeniable, and I was proud of that. I’ve made plenty of excuses not to get on stage again. My conditioning has never been spot on, I need to focus on my family and career, I can move my fitness life forward without competing…etc. The simple fact is… I just love competing. So why not go all out, right? It has taken a team to help me get to where I am, and I am thankful every day for that. God has blessed me with this amazing group of people. It’s inevitable for me to get super emotional when I talk about each of you (especially when I am hungry). Thank you SO much to… My boss, co-workers, & beautiful bae Bianca – You wonderful ladies listen to me every day, make sure I am on schedule with my workouts, and remind me that I’m not actually THAT hungry. You’ve seen every mood swing, heard every grumble (prep and non-prep related), listened to me rant about irrelevant topics, and still manage to love and support me anyways.

My beauty squad, Kristen Kast & Donna Curry – I couldn’t be caught on stage with ratty hair and a bad tan. I know that’ll never happen with you guys by my side. You’ve beautified me for my last show, expos, and travel throughout the last year and you make showing up flawless stress free.

My coach Ryan Hinton & Team Legacy – You’ve stuck with me over the last 16 weeks and dealt with every change and adjustment. It’s been an exhausting but amazing learning experience and I can’t wait to show the collaboration of hard work on that stage.

Dr. Tanner & the Chiropractic Team at Core Chiropractic – I came to you guys in complete shambles with not a lot of time to work. You made it happen and the progress you’ve helped me achieve is out of this world. I would never be able to bring my best to the stage without the aggressive work and constant attention from you!

Team Metabolic – Becoming part of the most amazing family on the planet has been life changing. You’ve armed me with so many tools to be my best on and off the stage and I can’t wait for MORE amazing things to come. My lovely sisters – for making me laugh during hours of cardio, keeping me occupied with Snapchats, keeping up to date on my progress, and always being supportive of my ridiculous lifestyle.

And lastly… My absolutely amazing, handsome, understanding Husband and perfectly sweet little Kolbie – Everything I do is for you. I never go a day without feeling unconditionally loved. You both are my whole entire universe. Nothing is impossible for me without your endless support. I love you with everything I have. So now that all the sappy stuff is out of the way… I look forward to the changes that will happen over the short time I have left in this prep and can confidently say this WILL be my best I’ve ever brought to the stage. Thank you very much for reading! I can’t wait to see everyone at the show! -Kerby