#ch: will o'connor

[motownfiction]

the promise

Whenever things get difficult, Will reminds himself of the promise he made to his girls when they were born.

I’ll always be there for you, he said to each and every one of them, eldest daughter to only granddaughter. You’ll never lose me.

And no matter what happens, it will never stop being true. His girls could do anything, anything at all, and Will would still show up for them. It’s what he’s best at. Yet, there are … times. There are times when he doesn’t know what to say, and he knows anything that comes out will be the wrong thing. Like right now, sitting across from Elenore at the dinner table. Elenore, his thirty-nine-year-old daughter, who just told him she’s dating – really dating! – Charlie, the father of her child, a man fourteen years her senior … which wouldn’t feel like a problem if he hadn’t been Will’s childhood friend.

Elenore swears it’s different this time. It looks like Lucy believes her, which doesn’t shock Will. Lucy’s been working overtime to show Elenore she’s on her side since the day she came home and told the family she was pregnant. Emma looks like she’s holding back a (disrespectful) laugh. Will can’t stop gripping his fork.

“Uh-huh,” he says. “Why isn’t he here?”

“I asked him not to be,” Elenore says. “I wanted to talk to you without him. I thought it would be easier, and that you’d be less likely to kill him.”

Will laughs.

“OK, fair enough,” he says. “If you love him …”

“I do love him.”

“Well, then, it makes sense you wouldn’t want him dead.”

Will blinks and tries to picture Elenore as a baby. It’s not hard. She was perfect then, as she is now. But as a baby … she was tender. She needed that promise.

When he looks into her eyes, she is still as tender as she was then. She still needs that promise, and she’ll never stop.

“You were curled up in a ball,” Will says. “You were curled up in a ball, and you wouldn’t stop crying.”

“I was twenty-one,” Elenore says. “I barely knew anything about anything. I still wasn’t really over my first breakup with Sean.”

“And you’re over your divorce from him now?”

Elenore gives him a look. Will knows he’ll apologize to her later. Everybody’s got their hang-ups from growing up Catholic, whether they want to admit it or not. Will’s is divorce.

“It’s been three years,” Elenore says. “I’m an adult. And I love Charlie. It’s not the same as it was then. Veronica … it’s different for her, too. Everyone knows who they are. Or … or, they’re trying to.”

“And what if Charlie changes his mind again?” Will asks.

“Will,” Lucy says. “Don’t put thoughts in her head.”

“No, Mom, it’s OK,” Elenore says. “I’ve thought about it, too. And the truth is, I know we might not last forever. And I … I’m OK with that. Because I’m happy now. Can’t you understand that? Can’t you understand now?”

But all Will can see is tenderness … tenderness and the fear to let her go, to let her fall, when he made her that promise.

“You hemorrhaged,” he says. “When you had Veronica, you hemorrhaged. And I was there the whole time.”

“That could have happened if Veronica had a different father,” Elenore says.

“Yes, but he wasn’t there, Elenore. He was with Carrie. And his son. He didn’t choose you then.”

“He’s choosing me now. That was a very, very long time ago. Everything that’s happened since then …”

“I still grew up with him! He was still my friend!”

“Will,” Lucy says. “Don’t do this. She’s nearly forty. She can make up her mind.”

“Yeah,” Elenore says. “And really, who cares? I already had a kid with him. It’s not like you haven’t had to think about it before. And you didn’t freak out half as much when Emma came home and told us she was dating Michael, and Daniel is her godfather.”

“That was different,” Will says. “We always knew it was a possibility. We just weren’t really counting on it, considering Michael is so … kind of boring. No offense, Emma, baby.”

“None taken,” Emma says. “We’re learning spontaneity.”

Elenore sighs. Will tries to understand it from her point of view, but all he can think about is the horror of watching your daughter, the baby you risked everything for, curl up in a ball and cry because the man she loves doesn’t love her. And he’s supposed to believe that things are different now? That because Charlie says he loves her, he means it?

The look in Elenore’s eyes – those beautiful eyes she got from Lucy, those beautiful eyes Will has never been able to look away from – says yes. He’s supposed to believe it all, or at least pretend like he does.

He remembers the promise again. That he’ll always be there for Elenore. That she’ll never lose him. And she won’t, either.

“OK,” Will says. “I’m listening.”

(part of @nosebleedclub february challenge -- day 4!)

[glorysings]

closed starter for @lilacwiine, ft. lochlain

open to anyone

"I know I fucked up, I'm sorry. Are you ever going to forgive me though?" Because frankly, Lochlain didn't know how much more he could apologize for the same fucking thing.

[mxrvelouscreations]

4, 8 or 25 - From Fletcher to Zachary

7)  for sender to sit on the floor in front of receiver and place their head in receiver’s lap to be pet and praised (I know you sent 8 but Zach wants to praise Fletch)

Zachary made himself comfortable on the couch before motioning for Fletcher to crawl towards him. He allowed the other to get comfortable, resting his head in his lap as his fingers brushed through the other's hair and occasionally giving it a gentle tug. "You really are a pretty boy aren't you?" He purred, his fingers very briefly caressing his cheek as he watched him. "You're my boy Fletcher, my handsome boy and that means you deserve to have all of my attention. To be told how well behaved you are and how proud I am of you. I'm enjoying our little moments together." Tugging his hair once more, he smiled, "I wonder... would your neck suit a collar?"

[revengemode]

Zendaya: “He said wonderful things”

THR: Zendaya Got Advice From Timothée Chalamet Before Working with Luca Guadagnino on ‘Challengers’

This headline is shameless

[nateconnolly]

You can vote even if you're not sure you'll be able to come!

[itsrattysworld]

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[oconnor2023]

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[piasgermany]

[Album] Sandwell District veröffentlichen neue Compilation "WHERE NEXT ?"!

Sandwell District veröffentlichen am 23. Februar eine neue 12-Track-Compilation mit Singles aus der Geschichte des Kollektivs, darunter Songs von Function, Silent Servant, Regis und anderen. "WHERE NEXT ?" erscheint auf Doppel-Vinyl und digital über Point Of Departure.

Sandwell District – bestehend aus Peter Sutton (Female), David Sumner (Function), Juan Mendez (Silent Servant) und Karl O'Connor (Regis) - war ein Label, ein Kollektiv, ein Impuls, ein Himmelfahrtskommando, eine Gang, eine Sichtweise. Ein mit Amphetaminen angeheizter Fiebertraum, der zufällig Techno mit seiner eigenen düsteren, modernen Art neu erfand.

Das Kollektiv, das aus dem 1993 von Sutton und O'Connor gegründeten Label Downwards hervorging, hatte in den 2000er-Jahren eine starke Mystik. Die Platten verkaufen sich quasi von selbst und der Ruf wuchs ganz allein durch Mundpropaganda. Diese zeitgemäße Wiederveröffentlichung der Songs, wie das schon geteilte "Sampler 1 B1 (Regis Edit)", gibt uns nicht nur Gelegenheit, Sandwell District zu feiern, wie es war, sondern auch zu fragen, was es noch hätte sein können.

“Sandwell at that time was all about work, work”, erklärt Karl O'Connor aka Regis. "It was at such a rate that we often we had music available that didn’t fit the moment or release schedule, but was none the less important and found its home on limited releases. We now have had the time to fully realize and compile what we consider the essence of the Sandwell District.”

Tracklist "WHERE NEXT ?": 01. Sandwell District & Function - Reykjavik 02. Sandwell District & CH-Signal Laboratories (8003 Lucerne) - Hypnotica Scale (Original Mix) 03. Sandwell District & Kalon & Regis - Haiku (Regis Edit) 04. Sandwell District & Function - Disaffected 05. Sandwell District & Silent Servant & Kalon - Violencia (Kalon Mix) 06. Sandwell District & Regis - Man Is The Superior Animal (Regis Original 12” mMx) 07. Sandwell District & Silent Servant & Regis - Sampler 1 B1 (Regis Edit) 08. Sandwell District & Silent Servant - Mad Youth (OD Edit) 09. Sandwell District & Silent Servant - Discipline (OD Edit) 10. Sandwell District & Function & CH-Signal Laboratories (8003 Lucerne) - Variance Variance (CH-Signal Laboratories Edit) 11. Sandwell District & Function - Ember (New Mix) 12. Sandwell District & Function – Inter

[motownfiction]

gentleman

After Elenore picks up a summer gig as a hostess at a fancy restaurant, she can’t stop talking about this waiter she met there. Will, who always waits up for her in the living room when she works late nights, hears all about it. She heats up orange chicken and white rice and talks a mile a minute – par for the course with Elenore.

“His name is Joe, which honestly, I thought I would hate, but it’s grown on me,” she says in between sips of Coca-Cola. “He’s a year younger than me, just finished eleventh grade.”

“Did he finish it like I did?” Will asks.

“With a high GPA or with a baby?”

“Either.”

“He’s a childless A student.”

“That’s what every former teenage father wants to hear.”

Elenore laughs, and Will beams. So much of Elenore is just a carbon copy of Lucy – Lucy’s hair, Lucy’s eyes, Lucy’s voice, Lucy’s laugh. He doesn’t know what he did to get so much of it, but he knows even Desi Arnaz couldn’t handle this much Lucy.

“He’s a funny flirt, too,” Elenore says.

“Is he?” Will asks.

“Yes. Though I don’t know why I’m telling you this. I should call Sam and see if he’s awake. Better yet, where’s Mom?”

“Mom’s asleep. She spent all day wrestling with a table of contents for that collection she’s putting together with Mariam, and she finally surrendered.”

Elenore frowns, and Will has to keep himself from beaming at that, too. From the day she was born, Elenore has frowned exactly like him. He has to treasure those parts, too. The rare moments where it’s just about them, where she loves him like her friend and her dad all the same. He remembers writing that in his journals – the ones he kept the first three years of raising her. Elenore is my friend, he wrote when she was about two. She is my daughter and my friend. It’s times like these when she remembers it, too.

“Well, if you really want to hear …” she starts.

“I do,” Will says. “Honey, I love it when you share your life with me. And if I was one of those shotgun dads, I’d be the world’s biggest hypocrite.”

Elenore nods. She taps her fork against her plate and looks toward the ceiling.

“Well, I was holding the door open for some guests as they were coming in,” she says, “and Joe was coming in for his shift, right behind them, so I held the door open for him, too. He looked at me and said, ‘You’re such a gentleman.’ I know it’s not that funny, but … I don’t know, he was trying. You have to love that he’s trying.”

Will nods. He agrees, mostly because it’s nice to see Elenore believe in romance again. When she was little, she couldn’t wait to fall in love, just like Mom and Daddy. She would make forks and spoons kiss at the dinner table. When Sean Fitzpatrick broke her heart on the night after their junior prom last year, Will was afraid she’d never believe in love and pink candy hearts again. But seeing her like this … with her eyes lit up by a boy who tries when he looks her way … it’s more than he can ask for and more than he can describe.

“You gonna ask him out?” Will asks.

“Daddy!”

“What? If your mom were awake right now, she’d say the same thing. Girls in 2002 don’t wait around for boys to ask them out. They take the reins. They do what they want.”

“Yeah, but …”

“Nah, no but. If your mom were awake right now, and she said all that, you’d think it was inspirational. You’d be calling him up right now.”

Elenore sighs. Will can see her putting it together. That she’s been pulling away from him for reasons even she doesn’t understand. He knows he’s been a good father – it’s why Elenore and Emma both still call him Daddy – but that happens with kids when they’re not kids anymore. They try to find their footing.

Maybe, tonight, Elenore knows her footing is right here, in this apartment, with her family. With her dad.

“OK,” she says. “So, if Mom had ever asked you out instead of … whatever happened between the two of you … what would you have preferred?”

Will thinks about it for a little longer than he needs to. Just trying to make the most of this with Elenore. She may not be moving away when she starts college in September, but it won’t be the same. Gotta grab it while you can. Gotta grab it while it lasts.

(part of @nosebleedclub january challenge -- day 21!)

[glorysings]

closed starter for @blcssom, ft. lochlain 2/3 based on this plot

"Look, I, know this is confusing. Not just for you but for me too. I don't think I can marry her anymore." Because of his feelings for her. Because of the things he still wanted to explore with her.

[mxrvelouscreations]

“i don't know who the hell you are or what you're doing here.” - Fletcher to Zachary

Zachary had been waiting outside the hospital for what seemed like an eternity, waiting for the man in front of him to leave. Being a journalist, he happened to notice when things seemed a little too good to be true and so, when he heard about a hospital that had a glowing record for keeping patients alive and healthy, he knew there had to be more to it. And the fact that he was a vampire and it was affecting his food supply had nothing to do with it.

"I was hoping that we could have a little chat was all," he replied, giving him his charming smile to let him believe he wasn't in any danger. "I'm writing a piece on the hospital and was wondering if I could get a few quotes from you to use."

[londonrphs]

character: F O L E Y  J A M E S  O ‘ C O N N O R

farmers market stall owner, greenhouse maintainer - thirty six - ex corporate shark

difficult family life, younger brother turned inheritor, unexpected roommate in the form of an apt fire

plant dad, fantastic cook, long shaggy hair and a thick beard, werewolf in flannel with durty armani suit

absolute tease, rolled up sleeves and crappy beloved pizza from that place on the corner

just a man, way too comfortable with his own body,  his best is gonna be good enough goddammit.

for more character aesthetics ; for ship aesthetics

[asparklingdiamond]

My Character Aesthetics: Anastasia O’Connor.

“There is a bravery in being s o f t.” 

[bumblekits]

So I forgot to submit this Enoch sketch. Book!Enoch yay.

[404botnotfound]

He supposes he's gotten used to seeing her perched in objectively Very Not Safe places, at this point, which is why he barely spares a blink in response to seeing Quinn sitting on a railing over a deep plummet off the back of the Tower.

It's worrisome that his first concern is wondering why she's back at the Tower at all.

"Kinda figured you'd be out at the new base of operations Lord Saladin had set up." Cayde speaks up, scuffing his feet along the ground purposefully so he doesn't spook her and accidentally cause her to go tumbling off the edge.

As obvious as he makes his presence, her head still snaps around and her shoulders tense up; a reflex she's probably still trying to break herself of, even a year after the Taken crisis. Something cold grips at him at the reaction. He hates that he caused it, but hates that she had to suffer something that still adversely affects her even more.

(but at least she's still alive, he reminds himself gently. at least there's that.)

He watches her visibly exhale and force herself to relax, and he glances down at the paved tiles of the path through the small garden area of the Tower. 

"Luke, Nikon, and Nyx still are. Helping Shiro and a few others direct and lead clean up operations in the plaguelands." She says, eventually, her gaze shifting back out to the open air as he walks over to stand next to her. "I...uh. I opted to handle things needing done here. Since a lot of guardians shifted to Plaguelands ops."

Cayde's optics blink over to her, settle on the uncharacteristic fidgeting she's doing with her fingers, and that cold feeling underneath his chest plates grows. She's not saying it, but considering her usual confident and unshakeable demeanor it stands out as discomfort and restlessness.

She's visibly guilty for the decision to bow out of ops in the Plaguelands, and that fact is likely why he found her out here, on the Traveler's Walk, as opposed to wandering anywhere near the Vanguard hall. The Vanguard, all three of them, as well as Shaxx and any battle-seasoned leader, knows that sometimes you just need to take a step back and breathe--they all know it, but the guilt of knowing you could be out there doing more and instead you're resting while friends and fellow soldiers are out risking their lives instead...

Cayde gets it. He does. It's why he works himself harder than even Zavala and Ikora sometimes.

It's why sometimes, his ghost has to remind him to clear the processors and rest. Let it go. Put the horrors behind him and remember there's a job to do and it can't get done if you're half-cocked and not thinkin' right from burning yourself out.

He knows.

He hates that she knows, too.

"Got reports from Shiro and the other scouts." He says, eventually, his gaze following the line of hers out to the mountains. His elbows settle on the railing next to where she sits, hands clasp together. "Say it's bad out there. Even with the replication facility closed."

He feels the shudder roll through her rather than sees it, and he looks at her again with a tight, uncomfortable feeling in his chest. "Sorry." He says.

Her hands continue to tremble lightly until she settles her hands on the railing and closes her fingers around the cold metal until her knuckles are white. Her mouth opens and closes several times before she actually manages to get any words out. "SIVA took control of them, Cayde."

The statement is quiet enough that he almost misses it over the wind. "Took control of who?"

"The Iron Lords." She answers, and he watches as she shifts restlessly, her eyes rolling skyward not in frustration but in distress--they're watering, and she's trying to blink them back. "Their bodies--they were dead, but SIVA was using them as--as puppets."

Ah, hell. Shiro had left that little nugget out of his reports.

Or, her fireteam had opted not to tell Shiro.

Or--the most likely option, Cayde thinks--they'd opted to not say anything about it to anyone out of respect for Saladin's memory of his comrades.

And she had gone down there. With her fireteam at her back or not, she had gone down there, with all the trauma she'd faced in a month trapped on the Dreadnaught with the Taken and Oryx keeping her company.

'Puppets', she said. Cayde understands immediately why she's so unnerved; the similarity between SIVA and Oryx's command of his Taken army was too close for her to shrug off so soon after what she'd been through.

Shifting, Cayde settles his gloved hand over hers on the railing and closes his fingers around hers, gives them a gentle squeeze.

She looks over at him with a soft smile that trembles and eyes that are still watering with tears. "It's ridiculous, right? I'm not the first person to go through--to go through that, and I'm letting it get to me."

"Hey, c'mon. Eris has had a decade to come to terms with what she suffered. It's been a year, sunshine. You can't expect to come back from that so fast." Cayde says, his tone gentle.

He hates that this is something she's struggling with. Nevermind that almost all guardians--himself included--have trauma and layers of psychological damage at varying levels to deal with. Maybe he's too close to this (he knows he is), but he hates that her smile is so fragile these days.

Kinda wishes he could abuse Vex tech somehow to go back in time and kill Oryx for it himself.

It's a dangerous line of thinking, which he'd struggled with once before already; at least this time he knows how to push past it.

Her hand moves, pulls out from under his, and he watches carefully as she twists and pulls herself back over the railing to stable ground; he stands straight and moves an arm around her back as she does. Just in case.

Once she's standing there on the stonework next to him, he settles that hand on her back and steps closer. "You're doin' fine, darlin'. Don't feel bad for needin' a breather."

"Just..." She sighs, leaning into his side and curling her arms around her midsection. "Humanity's on the brink, Cayde. It doesn't feel right."

His jaw works, light flashing between metal joints as he considers the underlying meaning she's trying so hard not to communicate--or isn't sure how to communicate. "I can push you some missions in the Cosmodrome. Or on Venus. Vex have been actin' up recently, if you just need somethin' to keep busy with."

He's never been very good at the whole leadership gig, but he knows himself, and he knows how he'd be feeling if he'd switched places with her. Keep busy, keep moving, keep your mind off your demons.

Problem was, like he's not good at being the leader everyone expects him to be, he's also not very good at other people.

"I...Venus would be fine." She says.

Sometimes, he's pleasantly surprised.

"Done. I'll work somethin' out with Zavala. Meantime," Cayde settles his hand on her lower back and starts guiding her forward, back towards the Tower's main plaza, "there's this spicy ramen shop down in the west district. Real tasty. You hungry?"

He glances at her, and watches, satisfied, as a small smile graces her features. "Sure. And Cayde?"

"Yeah?"

She stops briefly as they're walking, puts one of her hands on his side and leans up to press a kiss to to his metal jaw that very nearly fries his circuits for a moment. "Thank you." She says.

"Uh," is his very intelligent response. Wide, bright optics blink at her; after a few seconds he snaps out of it and starts leading her forward again. "No problem."

Hell, he really wishes this war would slow down so he had time to talk to her about how he felt.

[katedisonsmoved]

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MUNDAY MULTIMUSE MEME   /   selectively accepting.

    who would make the best couple of two of your muses together? this took me forever to figure out, but iris holt & ricky torres would be cute as a button. sk8tr boi eddie cabrera & actress cassandra calvert would be the purest unlikely couple, while katrina monday & luz castillo would be the witchy girlfriends the world deserves.

    who would make the worst couple of two of your muses together? olivia pembroke & kimberly o’connor would be the hateship from hell. diego guzman would send my recovering daughter phoebe bartlett on the biggest downward spiral, & tara montgomery would eat soft boi tyler stone alive. why do i want all of these?