#duke dennis girlfriend

[blackelysian]

Situationship.

Duke Dennis x Black! Fem! Reader as Makena

Word Count: 1,449

Warnings: 18+ smut, fluff, toxic relationship

Summary: Tired of this situationship between you and Duke you decide its just better to end things. Duke wants to make it right.

Makena POV

A sigh escaped my lips as I aimlessly scroll through my phone. It was now 3 am and Duke still wasn’t here yet. I sent a text to his phone for the one hundredth time.

                                                                       It's late, don't even worry about coming anymore… Sent.

No reply. Once again.

I watched his story and saw that he posted something 30 minutes ago. He was out with his friends at some party or function with some bitch grabbing his face. At that point I was fed up, annoyed and kinda hurt. I throw my phone to the side and sit up. He’s been blowing me off all night after he told me he was coming over so we could spend some time together. One stop and I'm on my way, I Love you”  was the last response I got from him. Tears streamed down my face. Not only was I mad at him I was mad at myself for even allowing my feelings to get wrapped up in whatever you wanna call this. Duke and I have been messing around for almost a year now but he never officially asked me to be his girlfriend. He helps me with my bills, buys me whatever I want, fucks me good, but there was no actual commitment. He uses the excuse of he doesn’t want to hurt me, but this hurts way worse. My thoughts were interrupted by my phone dinging, indicating I had just got a text. I hover my face over my phone revealing the message from him. 

Im outside

I layed back down on the bed ignoring his text. Next thing I know I hear my front door unlocking.

I groaned annoyingly. I need to get my key back from this nigga. I can hear his feet making their way to my bedroom before he slides my door open, stumbling in. He casually makes his way over to me leaning down to peck me on the lips but he was met with the palm of my hand.

“So you just goin walk in here late as a motherfucka and act like nothing's wrong??” She raised her voice at him.

“Come on boo don’t start that, i'm here now right? That's all that should matter'' He asks nonchalantly, going back in for another attempted kiss. I quickly jumped up and moved around him.

“You know, I don’t think I wanna do this anymore Duke..”I say looking away from him.

“Do what Makena?”

“THIS” I raise my voice again, pointing between the two of us. “This is getting old and I'm tired of sitting around waiting on you to see how good of a woman I am..tired of waiting on you to respect me! I’m done.” I snapped. 

“What do you mean you're done?”

“I'm done, We are done! And you need to give me back my key!” He chuckles at me.

“You trippin’ im not going any fucking where” He simply says, slideing his shoes off.

“Why don’t you just let me go Duke?” I questioned. “Why continue to string me along huh? You don’t want to be with me at this point so what's the point of keeping this going?”

“Makena,You know I love you. I just don't want to hurt you” He states, pulling me in front of him.

“You don’t think this hurts already?” I hold my hand up. “You know what, I just want you to go, i'll give you a minute to get whatever stuff you have here and leave my fuckin key” I turn my back to him not even giving him a chance to respond, heading for the bathroom to take a long, hot shower. I needed to clear my mind and hopefully by the time I got out that asshole would be gone for good.

Omniscient POV

After about 20 minutes, Duke enters the bathroom. He sees Makena’s naked silhouette through the foggy glass shower. He looks over to see her music softly playing from her bluetooth speaker. He quickly strips out of his clothes and slides in the steaming hot shower. The breeze runs a chill down Makena’s spine as he slides the door back closed. 

She quickly turns around. “I thought I told you to go?” She asks, rolling her eyes.

“We not done talking yet” He wraps his arms around her, bringing her body close to his.

“Duke, please don’t do this to me right now. Just let me go and leave” she says, trying to unwrap his arms from around her. He holds her tight.

“What do you want? Whatever you want I’ll give it to you. Just don’t leave me baby” 

“He can’t be serious..” She thought. But with the look on his face she knew this was far from a joke. But she couldn’t give in. What would he think of her if she just took him back so easily? Why now did he want to do the right thing? 

“It's a little too late fo-”

“Be my girlfriend?” He cuts her off, looking in her eyes with adoration.

“Wow really?” She asks sarcastically. “ Now you want to ask me? It's only because I'm telling you I'm done with you that you want to act right now” She says disgustingly, rolling my eyes and pushing him away from her. 

“Baby I'm serious!” He exclaims, grabbing her again. “I can’t lose you, whatever you want me to do I'll do it. I want to make it right, I have to make it right. Give me just one more chance and I promise we won’t have to have this conversation no more”

“I don’t know what to say Duke…” She says lowly, looking down and away from him. He drops to his knees in the oversized walk in shower, grabbing onto her waist. He places gentle kisses along her stomach trailing down to her womanhood. 

“Say yes” He says softly, placing a kiss right on top of her clit. Her breath hitches in her throat. 

“Say yes baby..” He throws her left leg over his shoulder and places a few more kisses on her wet center before completely devouring her. He made sure to take his time pleasing her. He wanted to show her that he meant what he said.

“Duke..no” She trails off, throwing her head back as he lapped her up like a thirsty dog. His thumb finds her clit drawing small circles on it. 

“Be my girlfriend baby” He says again, looking up to watch her love faces. She begins to feel her orgasm build in her stomach as she grinds down on his face. “Shit i'm almost there” She gasps. He stops immediately, getting up and turning off the shower before picking her up and walking her out the shower. 

“You don’t get to cum until you say yes.” He wraps a towel around her wet body, bending her over the sink, the two making eye contact in the mirror. She could see the lust and longing in his face. He rubs his member up and down her slick womanhood before roughly sliding into her in one swift motion. 

“Fuck” she groaned out as he starting to deliver rough,delicious strokes. 

“You goin be my girlfriend baby?” He asks yet again, brushing some of her curls out her face. Her mouth falls open but nothing comes out. He delivers a smack to her ass. “Answer me baby” He groans, going deeper bottoming out. 

“Oh shitt, Yess” She moans out blissfully.

“Say it” He says, pulling out and sitting on the side of the tub, pulling her back on him and sliding in again. He starts to work her up and down his member.

“Say it Makena” He states firmly.

“Ima be your girlfriend babyy” She blurts out.

“Yea?” He says with a smile, kissing you along the side of your face and neck as he still bounces you on him. Makena starts to throw it back on him, pulling out her best moves to show him that it doesn’t get any better than this. 

“Oh fuckk mama” He grunts, grabbing the back of her neck turning her to face him. 

“Gimme kiss” They lean into each other and give each other the sloppiest kiss ever. 

“Hmmm baby im cumming” She cries out, picking up her speed.

“Cum on your dick” His words were like a catalyst for her orgasm, which rips through her like a tornado. He finishes right behind her, pulling out and releasing on the rug. She turns to kiss him once again.

“Mm we not finished yet. I still have a lot of making up to do.” He says with a lustful grin on his face.

A/N: Makena definitely DID NOT stand on business 😭😭

[megantheestallion-ismypresident]

She's Confident

Duke dennis x black!reader

Summary: after duke and his girlfriend broke up he hasn't been talkative with his friends or hasn't gone out, so his friends take him out, because he hasn't been active so they take him to the store to go get something to eat, until duke saw this pretty ass girl at the store trying to shoot his shot but her confidence made him down bad for her.

Duke hasn't been the same after his break up with Kali. Kali and him had a nice relationship he was in love with her, and he thought the relationship was gonna last forever, but their relationship got a bit distant. Duke has been streaming a lot, and Kali was more worried and busy on her music career, and everything just fell apart from there. Duke hasn't been the same. He has been distant during the whole thing. He's been streaming a lot lately so he can distract himself from his heartbreak. Even his friends noticed, took.

Kai was in his room chatting with fanum. "Yo, I ain't neva seen this nigga that sad, bruh." Kai said with a concerned look thinking about duke's well being on the breakup. "Real shit, he been streaming alot lately to distract himself, like I would be putting him on with some girl because he hasn't been dating in a while ever since kali." Fanum said to Kai. "Right, that one time I was streaming with him we were talking to some girls, and the girls were trying to rizz the nigga up, and he wasn't even interested." Kai said to fanum as fanum made a disbelief look.

"Nah, we gotta get him out there he can't be stuck on kali forever, my nigga." Kali said to fanum rubbing his eyes since he's been stressed and tired after he finished streaming.

"Yo I'm mad hungry, I haven't eaten all day." Fanum said as kai gave him 'you lying' look. "Thats a lie nigga, I ain't never seen you get through the day without eating." Kai laughs as fanum fake laughs. "I know you ain't talking, grow nigga you like 4 foot something." Fanum jokes as kai gave him a look.

"Wait hold on I think I got a idea to get duke out the house, bruh." Kai said as he smiles having a good idea. "So we go to the store with duke, right? We get some snacks and if we see him eyeing a fine ass girl at the store we gon hook a nigga up." Kai smiles like kid seeing candy. Fanum thinks and then nod his head in a agreeing manner. "Ok, nigga I see you." Fanum smiles as he daps kai up.

"OK who paying because I ain't trying spend my money not gon lie." Fanum says. "Don't worry I'm gonna pay." Kai says as he gets up from his chair as fanum follows behind. Kai and fanum went to duke's room seeing him on his phone depressed.

"Aye, duke let's go to the store we ready." Kai said as he looks at Duke.

"Alright, who driving?" Duke questions as he gets up from his chair.

"I wanna drive." Fanum and kai says at the same and they gave each other a confused look.

"No, bro I'm driving I said it." Kai says back to fanum.

"Yo, you short as fuck you not reaching the steering wheel and your feet ain't gon touch the ground, nigga." Fanum laughs as kai look back at him irritatingly.

"I know you ain't talking yo big ass not gonna fit inside the car." Kai laughs at his joke as fanum look back at him with "nigga shut up" look.

"Why you always on my dick, bro" fanum says irritatingly as kai gave him a look in disbelief in shock.

"Nigga you be on my dick, fuck is you talkin bout." Kai argues back at fanum.

"Alright, I'm finna drive because yall nigga are just talking." Duke says walking past them as he taking the car keys. Kai and fanum follow behind duke as they make it outside walking towards the parked car.

Duke unlocks the car as they got in the car, duke drives off. They drove in completely silence which was really weird because when they usually be in the car they be loud as fuck, playing music and just having a fun time, but ever since duke and kali broke up, duke hasn't been the same lately.

As they made it to the store. Duke parked his car as they got out the car as the cold breeze touches their face. "Damn it's cold as shit out here." Kai says as shakes a little bit from the cold weather. "Why you ain't bring you jacket?" Duke question as they walked inside the store. "Because since fanum and I were arguing I ain't paid no attention of bringing my jacket." Kai responds back as fanum starts silently chuckling.

"That's what your ass get for arguing with me nigga." Fanum laughs as he childishly points finger at kai as kai hits his hand away.

"Bro shut yo bitch ass up, nigga." Kai says to fanum, duke crack a little smile as he hears kai and fanum arguing from behind him.

"Alright I'm gonna get me something to drink and to get away from y'all niggas before you embarrass me in this store." Duke says as he walks away from kai and fanum. Duke went towards the beverage isle as he stands infront of the fridge looking for something to eat. Duke heard the door open with that little bell ringing anytime someone enters the store.

Duke couldn't take his eyes off the woman that entered the store. She had locs in her hair that reached down to her waist. She had a black crop top, with some baggy pants, a belly button piercing, and white air forces. The pretty woman walks Duke's way, they made eye contact as the woman smiles at him. Duke wanted you, even if he didn't know you. Your smile was attractive, the way you walked with such confidence, the way you sway your hips when you walk.

Duke saw kai and fanum at the chips isl as they were talking with each other. "Yo, guys." Duke whispers as he caught kai and fanum's attention. "What, bro?" Kai asks. "I saw this fine ass girl coming my way and she smiled at me, not that 'nice, wholesome' type shit, like that attractive shit." Duke explains which made fanum and kai intrigued.

"Go talk to her nigga." Fanum looks at him urgently wanting him to go talk to the girl.

"Wait I gotta pay all this for you niggas." Duke says. "Don't worry I'm gonna pay me and fanum gonna be waiting for you in the car." Kai says as to duke, duke look a bit nervous second guessing. "Go, nigga we got you." Fanum insists.

"Alright imma go- wait you had money this whole time and you just me to waist my money, nigga." Duke asks questions as kai awkwardly smiles knowing he's been caught.

"We gonna go to the car, gotta go nigga." Kai says urgently as fanum follows behind as duke sees them paying for they snacks, kai and fanum look back at duke giving him a thumbs up as they left the store.

Duke takes a deep breath as he walks toward the candy isle seeing the woman was still there. Duke was next to her but not to close not wanting to seem like a stalker. Duke was looking at what candy he gonna get but he was looking back at the girl who was picking which candy she was gonna get.

"I know you're staring, I mean, I'm a pretty girl, but you can just ask." Y/n says to Duke, not looking at him. "Damn, hold on i'm -" Duke was about to apologize, but she cut him off. "Nah, I'm just messing around. It's cool." Y/n says calm as she looks back at Duke. "Oh shit your duke." Y/n says smiling as Duke smiles back. "You know me?" Duke asks. "Yeah, I know you. I watch Amp all the time." Y/n admits as she grabs a 'Twix' bar. "Damn, why did you -" Duke was gonna say something, but y/n cuts him off. "I don't really do that extra shit when I see a celebrity. You know y'all are people too." Y/n says as she walks as Duke follows her.

"Also them niggas at new York y'all were giving PC's to were doing to fucking much." Y/n says as she went towards the chip isle as duke grab some 'Hot cheetos'. "Yeah them niggas was buggin, acting crazy." Duke answers back Making y/n laugh. "Wait, I ain't get your name." Duke says as y/n stops in her tracks. "It's Y/n." Y/n bit her bottom lip as she continues walking.

"Pretty name for a pretty ass girl." Duke says making y/n smile. "I know nigga, don't play." Y/n and Duke laughed as they walk towards the register as they continue talking.

"Hey I know we just met, but can I get your number." Duke does his infamous rizz smile which y/n couldn't say no to. "Sure." Y/n agrees as duke offer his phone to her as she writes her number in his contacts. Y/n pulls out her wallet but duke stops her. "Nah let me pay for you." Duke insists. "Nah I'm a big girl I can pay for my own stuff, baby." Y/n smirks making duke heart melt. The way she said 'baby' made him feel some type of way. The man at the counter gave him the snacks in the bag.

"It was nice meeting you, y/n." Duke says as y/n looks up at him with a picture perfect smile. As duke and y/n head out of the store they grabbed their snack from inside the bag as there hands touch making them look at each other not breaking eye contact. Y/n kisses duke on the cheek as she smiles at him she comes closer and whispered in his ear. "Call me." Y/n whispers as she walks away from him as she walks towards her car.

Duke walks towards his car getting inside. "Yo, we saw everything outisde nigga, she want you for real." Kai smiles exciting hyping duke up.

"Did you get her number? That's the main question." Fanum asks duke. "Hell yeah, I got her number, nigga." Duke says as kai and fanum shouts hyping Duke up.

Duke starts the car as duke was telling the whole story the whole car ride home. They made it home as they was still talking about it. "You gonna text her?" Kai asks as duke thinks.

"I don't know bruh?" Duke responds not really sure what to do.

"Bro text her so she knows you interested don't boring with it though." Fanum gives duke some advice as they walked inside the house. "Not gonna lie I'm tired as hell." Kai yawns. "Alright I'm boutta go upstairs" Duke says. "Alright night, bro." Fanum says walking to his room.

Duke walked upstairs as he went inside his room, he heard phone buzzed as he turns his phone on he sees that you texted him.

"Y/n: You wanna go out for dinner?" Y/n texted making duke smile at tye response.

"Duke: yeah, why not?" Duke texted back.

"Y/n: cool, night." Y/n texted back as she smiles as she turns her phone off and still smiling at the thought of Duke.

Duke smiles as he turn his lights off making it too bed still thinking about y/n, he couldn't stop thinking about her, duke is grateful to have kai and fanum putting him out there.

He finally was himself again, and he wasn't thinking about Kali anymore, and for that he was happy to have someone new in his life.

[gone-to-oregone]

Just because I’m currently hyperfixating on it, here are Hatchetfield characters as Goes Wrong Show characters

Chris: Paul (literally just wants everything to be the way it’s supposed to, and tries their best to work around when it’s not)

Robert: Hidgens (all about that flair baybeeee, is there any question? Hidgens would completely incapacitate someone to get a role)

Dennis: Ted (this one may be a cheap shot, but our boy Ted is… not the brightest! But also, like, Ted would have such a fun time playing Perkins in the Play That Goes Wrong)

Sandra: Zoey (probably the easiest on this list, the one that inspired this list. Sandra and Annie in PTGW mirrors Zoey and Linda in Honey Queen, only… yknow… Sandra and Annie live)

Max: Pete (this one was difficult! I love Pete Spankoffski with all of my heart, and he may be a canonical nerd, but man’s just here for a good time)

Annie: Duke (this one I’m not 100% sold on, there’s probably a better Annie out there in the Hatchet-verse, I just don’t know who)

Vanessa: Becky (literally just doing her best! I feel the awkwardness radiating from both of them)

Jonathan: Ethan (great at what he does, but always ends up in the worst situations. If that ain’t Ethan I don’t know what is. Died during a literal god’s takeover, almost got run over by a car, girlfriend and her kid sister skip town because you entered said kid sister in an underground fighting ring-)

Trevor: Lex (is literally so done with everyone and everything. Here to do their job and get the hell home. Also in my head Lex also really loves Duran Duran)

If you cross paths between these medias as well, please let me know who you think would be who!!

[mihrsuri]

Meme (that I came up with but probably got from somewhere): post a summary of your WIPs/fic ideas. People can ask about the fic and you’ll write a bit or share a snippet/tell you about it. 

things that are just ideas/tumblr snippets/not really formed 

au: in spite of him

au: gloriana and robin 

maya has a day of it dot gif 

civil war featuring king arthur jahan 

ot4 rosamund clifford is the only one in this relationship with chill 

Duke of Essex in the civil war 

into the fire in space rewrite (magic valdemar au ish)

Mary Tudor and one of her brothers girlfriend/wife would fight each other in a denny’s parking lot 

doing spy stuff featuring elizabeth, robert and elizabeth’s brother george 

spy stuff featuring Anne Dudley-Tudor-Cecil and King Thomas (Turhan) II

Accidentally kidnapped the monarchs (plural) husband fml. 

Gregory Cromwell has FEELINGS. 

elizabeth and her first child ot3 verse edition

things that actually have stuff posted on AO3 (into the fire could be here but it’s a very much rewrite) that I’ll actually be writing things for any time soon. 

Golden World (now with more Elizabeth/Robert)

Witcher Hunger Games featuring hanging with baby!Triss

Rewrite The Stars Extended Edition 

[vannahmontannah]

"A student here at Clark Atlanta University has been found dead in the girls locker room. It is believed to be a suicide. The victim has been identified as Charity Mathews who was taking up Computer Science. She was found sitting on the bench with a jump rope tied around her neck. People say she was a sweetheart and a nice young lady. Parents say she has never shown signs of mental illness and that this is news to them that she would do something like this," the news reporter said.

"My daughter was a loving and caring person! She was always nice! Always there for others even when she could t be there for herself! I know she didn't have many friends, but she was a people person. She was my only child...she was all I had," the mother cried.

"Police are still investigating and are getting to the bottom of this. Students say that she was always alone and always to herself, but she was kind hearted. This is Rachel Simmons reporting live,"

~~~~~~~

{August 2022. Football season. Fresh start of the senior semester}

**alarm clock sounds off

"Fuck!" Dennis shouted as he tapped the alarm clock. "Ugh..."

"Babe, what's with all the yelling?"

"The fucking alarm,"

"That just means it's time for class. What time is it?"

"7:15. Gotta be up and ready by 8. Shit,"

"It's the third week of school, baby.You should be used to this by now;"

"Well I'm not. Then I gotta be at practice til fucking 7 tonight,"

"Again?"

"Yeah, man. This scholarship ain't getting out to use for nothing,"

"I gotta be back in my dormitory anyway. I don't have class until 9:30. Had to change one of my classes because I didn't need it,"

"We got a game next week. You gone be there right?"

"You know I'm always there! I'm front and center just like I always am! And I'm not just there for you. You know I'm there for Ronnie as well,"

"She's not the main star,"

"Okay, don't do Ronnie. I will fight about Ronnie,"

"You ain't beat my ass yet,"

"So what was the other day at yo mama house in your room?"

"But that's different,"

"Whatever, Duke. You care to ass to class and tell me how class went when you leave,"

"Shit, I really don't feel like getting up. Gone knock this day out real quick. Hurry and get back to your dorm before they catch you,"

"Duke, be for real. You're the star of the school and I'm your woman, they do not care. Now, if it was some other person, they would,"

"Just hurry and go and I'll text you later,"

"Not you rushing,"

~~~~~

It was around 8 in the morning and Charity was about to enter class. She made sure to look extra nice since this is the only class she has with Dennis. She knows Dennis has a girlfriend, but it wouldn't hurt to be his friend, right? She glanced down the hall and saw Duke walking towards class. She didn't wanna make it obvious she was looking—

"Hey, Charity,"

"Hey, Jawan,"

"You didn't call me back yesterday. What's up with that?"

"I got caught up with homework. I'm sorry,"

"It's okay. I wanted to talk to you and I was up for an extra two hours,"

"I'm sorry about that. Really, I am,"

"What about later on tonight? We can do our homework together or better yet, we can go somewhere else,"

"Like a date?"

"It can be a date. I can set something up if you'd like,"

"That's okay. Maybe another time, okay?"

She looked to her side and saw Dennis and Kai talking. A few other guys joined them to speak before class started.

"I mean I really would like to hang out with you. I'm not trying to seem thirsty or nothing,"

"No, you're fine. How about we meet in the library after at 4:30 okay?"

"Yeah. Don't forget,"

"I won't,"

Jawan walked away to his class and Charity rolled her eyes. Her attention was focused on Duke and that was it. This was her last year in college and it's all about taking risks. She entered the classroom and sat all the way in the back like usual. Duke would sent in the second row by the wall with his friends and a couple girls. Duke had on an all black jogging suit with some red shoes and his hair was in a pony tail. Every time he smiled, his sparkling white teeth would flash the room. Charity would lose her mind every time he smiles. His deep tone of voice would set her off in a hot second. Everything about Duke was so perfect to her.

She went to his Instagram profile and seen that he had uploaded some pictures. She instantly saved the photo and uploaded it to her fan page. No one knows that she owns the fan page and she keeps it a secret to protect her image. Gushing over someone else's man is kind of weird, but anything for Duke.

Her page is popular though with over 400k followers. She's gained this popularity since she's first started and she has one of the most followed fan pages right now.

Throughout the whole time being in class, she has been doing her work and admiring Duke from a far. He's waved at her a few times, but that is it. She checked her phone to see messages from Jawan asking what other plans she had for this week. Charity knows Jawan is into her, but she doesn't see him in that way. She almost feels bad pushing him away, but she doesn't wanna lead him on.

The first class of the day was Software Engineering where they learn to analyze, design, code and test the software.

She watched as he was talking to girls and it made her blood boil. Maybe if he was caught cheating, he would have no choice but to be with her.

The comments started to come in and the likes were instant. The engagement was getting better and better each day and people already started to share the post. She wouldn't never tag Duke but other people would. Duke had liked a few times, but never commented. Eisley would never like or comment though.

[itsalycenotalice]

Hawaii Five-0 9.17 - Press Release

JUNIOR IS TORN BETWEEN HIS DUTIES AS A MEMBER OF FIVE-0 AND HIS FEELINGS FOR HIS FORMER GIRLFRIEND WHEN HER NEW MAN IS ONE OF THE CULPRITS IN A BANK-HEIST-TURNED-HOMICIDE, ON “HAWAII FIVE-0,” AT A SPECIAL TIME ON FRIDAY, FEB. 22 Episode Directed by Series Star Alex O’Loughlin “E'ao lu'au a kualima” – Junior is torn between his duties as a member of Five-0 and his feelings for his former girlfriend when her new love, the father of her son, is one of the culprits in a bank-heist-turned-homicide, on HAWAII FIVE-0, at a special time Friday, Feb. 22 (10:00-11:00 PM, ET/PT) on the CBS Television Network. Episode directed by series star Alex O’Loughlin. (“E'ao lu'au a kualima” is Hawaiian for “Offer young taro leaves to”) CHEAT TWEET: #H50 fans, @BeulahKoale is going to break your heart in this episode directed by McGarrett himself, Alex O’Loughlin... @HawaiiFive0CBS 2/22 10pm http://bit.ly/2DTn1ju REGULAR CAST: Alex O’Loughlin (Steve McGarrett) Scott Caan (Danny “Danno” Williams) Chi McBride (Lou Grover) Ian Anthony Dale (Adam Noshimuri) Jorge Garcia (Jerry Ortega) Meaghan Rath (Tani Rey) Beulah Koale (Junior Reigns) Taylor Wily (Kamekona) Dennis Chun (Sgt. Duke Lukela) Kimee Balmilero (Noelani Cunha) RECURRING CAST: Anna Enger (Layla) GUEST CAST: J.J. Soria (Tory) Nathin Butler (Nick) Michael Camp (Owen) Tyron Woodley (Kalino) Michael Ironside (Bob) Brian Howe (Carl) Taiana Tully (Jenny) Masayo Terao (Caitlyn) Romel De Silva (Mana) Duane Char (Bank Manager) Leo Lee (Kimo) Ioane Goodhue (Nohea) Zeus Kang (Milo) Jose Ver (Motel Manager) Ashley Nagaoka (Reporter) WRITTEN BY: David Wolkove & Matt Wheeler DIRECTED BY: Alex O’Loughlin SOURCE:CBS

MY SOURCE: https://www.spoilertv.com/2019/02/hawaii-five-0-episode-916-917-press.html

[shalebridge-cradle]

The Big Night Chapter 3 (Party Night)

(I just think they’re neat.)

Ugh.

Veronica hides with her head under the covers, unwilling and unable to face the world. She doesn’t have the words to describe how she’s feeling – maybe ‘cold’ or ‘weak’ would do, but it all sort of boils down to a generalized sort of… ‘ugh’.

The only useful thing she’s managed to do today (and calling it ‘useful’ is a stretch) is that she’s managed to turn off her blaring alarm and get some peace for a few minutes.

Shame she can’t do anything about the car horn, currently being used to its fullest extent outside her window.

“Goddammit, Heather,” Veronica groans into her pillow. Her parents should be well and truly up by now – why aren’t they putting their foot down? Why aren’t they going outside and doing something, anything, to let them know they heard her? Of course, the last time either of them demonstrated any sort of courage was when the paperboy broke the window in the front room, and that was five years ago.  

Mercifully, the aria of impatience ceases when Chandler gets tired of laying on the horn. Veronica hears a car door slam, the clicking of heels on asphalt, then concrete. A muted “Veronica!” sounds from outside. It’s a lot nicer than the alternative.

Veronica shuffles over to her bedroom window, still wrapped in the five blankets forming her cocoon, and opens it just a crack.

“Keep going, Heather. I’m staying home.”

Heather doesn’t skip a beat. “Window open. Get out of the way.”

Veronica obeys. One perfectly polished shoe comes flying through the window, the other knocks over Veronica’s desk lamp. After a bit of scraping and scrabbling, Chandler climbs through to examine her girlfriend.

“You look like shit.”

Ah, yes. Heather Chandler, well-known for her bedside manner.

“Aren’t you just the fucking romantic?” Veronica grumbles.

“That’s a compliment.” Is it? “You’re still beautiful. You at your lowest is still miles ahead of everyone else’s. Now…”

An arm on her shoulder, one behind her knees. Veronica squeaks as she’s lifted up off the ground and deposited back in her bed.

“You stay there,” Chandler commands, “I’ll make you soup. Don’t. Move.”

That last part is fine with Veronica – staying upright was overrated, anyway. Provided adjusting the blankets doesn’t count as moving (Christ, she’s freezing), she’s completely content in following Heather’s orders this time.

She snuggles back down into her bed, dozing off again, until she smells the scent of chicken soup placed on her bedside table, and feels a warm weight on her legs.

Okay. The soup, she expected. Not the other part.

With almost all of her remaining energy, Veronica sits up just enough to see what that is. It’s Heather, of course (Veronica should stop being surprised about this), lying down on the end of the bed, keeping Veronica’s calves pinned down.

“What are you doing?”

Heather doesn’t look over. “I’m helping.”

“How?”

“Keeping you in bed.”

There were many ways that could be a problem. Veronica focuses on just the one, though. “You need to get to school.”

“No. You’re sick.”

“Your education is more important.”

“Bullshit. You’re a better use of my time, and you know that.”

Veronica sighs. “That’s sweet, Heather, but I promise you I’m not dying. You can come back after school, and I’ll still be here.”

Chandler groans, but at least she bothers to think about it for a moment. Maybe she’s considering Duke and McNamara – while they certainly won’t be lost without her, Heather always thinks they will be.

“If you do die,” she says, looking pointedly at Veronica, “I’ll be hunting your ghost down for eternity. Got it?”

“Aye-aye, captain.”

Two hands on her shoulders, and Veronica lets herself fall back onto the pillow. Heather presses a kiss against her jaw. Veronica lets her eyes flutter close again.

“Good girl,” she mumbles.

She hears Heather pause at the window, trying to hold in a squeal. “… Just eat your soup before it gets cold.”

 -

 “You sure about this?”

This might be the first time ever that Heather hasn’t wanted Veronica at a party. They’re in Heather’s car, doing some last-minute checks on their makeup, when Heather turns off the lights and asks the question.

“I promise you, Heather,” Veronica just manage, “I’m fine. It looks like it was just… food poisoning, or something.”

At the very least, that’s what she thinks it is. She and her parents were sick as a… well, sick as a dog for three days, then up and about like nothing was ever wrong. As much as Heather worries, Veronica is telling the truth about this.

Besides, she likes parties. Once you got past the social status benchmark to be invited in the first place, they’re great. People laugh with each other, not at each other, and there’s always something wild to talk about in the days to follow. Just avoid the members of the football team who were complete jackasses, and you were golden.

Heather searches Veronica’s face for a sign of dishonesty that isn’t there. “You really sure?”

“Positive.”

Heather frowns, considering, then she leans in.

It’s a slow, languid kiss, Heather’s red velvet lips soft, undemanding. Veronica isn’t sure why this is happening, but she’s eager to reciprocate. While it seems like it could go on forever, Heather pulls back and the moment ends.

“If I get sick in the next few days,” she warns, “I’ll know you’re lying.”

“Maybe you should try again. Y’know, to make sure I’m telling the truth.”

Heather hums. “Tempting, but we’re already late. We need to get in there while we can still be fashionable about it.”

 Unsurprisingly, the place is packed when Veronica and Heather walk in. Whose house is this again? Might be Dan’s, Veronica vaguely remembers, from the Junior State of America. Generally a good host, but not destined for Congress.

She watches the sea of faces turn towards them, and it’s like a switch is flicked – the chatter, previously murmurs that came in waves, rises into a surge of sound as every single person’s decision to come is validated by Heather Chandler’s presence.

Veronica still doesn’t understand why Chandler has so much power, but goddamn does it feel good to be caught in that aura of awe.

Let’s see, who’s here tonight… ugh, Kurt Kelly is, and from the blush on his face, probably drunk already. Dennis, surprising. Some hipster dork, a dude in a trenchcoat, Country Club Kids, yeah, that made sense, but Veronica couldn’t trust herself to have a conversation with them without sarcasm …

Betty?

“So she accepted my bribe,” Heather mutters.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

Veronica guesses that McNamara pounced on the chance to do a makeover once again – at the very least, she’s sure Betty wouldn’t have bought that silver dress. The makeup’s subtle, a bit of blush and a touch of eyeshadow, and the glasses were gone. Hopefully she has contacts, Veronica thinks to herself, Betty’s super short-sighted. Maybe that’s why Duke is with her. Being her guide dog that can also hold a conversation.

Just as that thought is about to go further, Veronica almost gets tackled to the floor by flying display of affection.

“You came!” McNamara exclaims as she releases her hold around Veronica’s waist. “You’re alive, and you’re here, and you came!”

“Yes, yes, and yes.  So is Betty, if my eyes don’t deceive me. Your handiwork?”

McNamara grins, an affirmation. “She’s having a lot of fun! She even had Heather’s drinks for her, what with Heather driving and all. It’s a two-drink minimum, Betty said, but that doesn’t mean Heather has to have them herself.”

“And Heather let her?”

“Uh-huh. Besides, it’s Betty first popular kid party. She should celebrate!”

Oh, Christ. Betty’s going all out for this – Veronica’s ninety-nine percent sure her old friend hasn’t even touched alcohol before tonight, then four shots all at once? Good little Betty Finn?

She glances over to Betty’s corner again. She doesn’t look drunk at all. Maybe her tolerance is higher than expected.

“Hm. Maybe I should have your drinks for you, too,” Veronica smirks.

“You know I need at least one to get through this shit,” Chandler shoots back. “Besides, you shouldn’t be having that much. It’ll… slow down your recovery, or something.”

“Whatever, Mom. I won’t drink too much if you don’t. Deal?”

Chandler sighs. “Deal, I guess. Go. Be free. I have to socialize - go spare yourself the agony.”

Veronica’s totally fine with that.

She has a thirst she needs to sate.

 --

 “So, since none of us were stupid enough to drink water out of a pawprint, there had to be another reason. Then I think back – that goth kid was making some pretty vague threats a few weeks ago, mumbling something when we walked past. Maybe that was more than just posturing to the other witch wannabes.”

Betty listens with a polite smile. Before tonight, she hadn’t even considered what type of drunk she was. Well, maybe ‘drunk’ isn’t the right word – she thinks she’s mildly tipsy, nothing more, but ‘Zen Drunk’ had a nice ring to it. She finds she does not care when she really, really should. Anyone could overhear this conversation, and yet Betty cannot bring herself to worry about anyone out of the loop catching on.

Besides, she likes seeing Duke this comfortable. Whenever Betty sees her at school, she always looks as nervous as Betty feels. Now she’s in her element, eyes bright as she goes on about something she’s confident about, and neither of them could be any happier.

Of course, that’s when they get interrupted.

Heather Chandler stands over the two of them, the dim lighting making the glare more intimidating than it has to be.

“I need to speak with you,” she says to Betty, “the designated driver can stay here.”

Duke opens her mouth, about to speak, but Betty cuts her off. “Sure. Where to?”

“Follow me.”

They clamber up the stairs, and Betty has a little time to think. She was sure she saw Veronica earlier. Good to know she was getting over her illness, but Betty can’t help but feel a twinge of hurt that she didn’t come over to chat. Later, she supposes. She’ll track Veronica down before the party’s end.

Chandler leads her to an alcove near the stairs. Again, Betty should be at least slightly concerned that this werewolf (and yes, Duke told her it’s Chandler as well) has her almost up against a wall. Cornered by a predator, not a single care given.

“What do you know about Veronica?”

Betty blinks. “A lot of things, as it happens. Why?”

“I think she’s hiding something from me. It might be a politeness thing, but there’s been something wrong with her lately, and I need to find out what it is.”

Now, Betty’s nowhere near an expert on how popular people conduct things, but this feels like a breach of privacy. Veronica seems to like Chandler, but Betty’s not so sure if it’s really reciprocated. What if Chandler’s trying to get dirt on her for some nefarious purpose? Not that she wouldn’t mind seeing Veronica more, but not at the cost of Veronica’s social life.

“You’ve apparently known her since before either of you could walk,” Chandler goes on, “and like hell I’m gonna ask her parents, I don’t wanna look at her baby pictures or anything…”

Someone, too tall and broad-shouldered to be the topic of conversation, appears at the top of the stairs.

“Heather, there’s -”

“I’m talking. How many drinks did Heather give you for you to forget the one thing you have going for you-”

Too late. Kurt Kelly, Quarterback, wraps his arms around Chandler’s waist. Chandler goes still – not tense, not like she’s afraid (Betty’s pretty sure Heather Chandler knows no fear) - almost like she’s waiting.

“Red,” he begins, full of confidence he shouldn’t have, “red is the color of… passion. ‘S the color of fire, an’… an’ heat, an’ other things that are hot. Red is the sex color, an’ you, Heather Chandler, are all those things. Yeah.” Kurt looks down at her expectantly, a lopsided grin on his face. “You into it yet? Poems are s’posed to work.”

Chandler keeps staring straight ahead. “Betty, is there anyone else behind me right now?”

Betty checks over Kurt’s shoulder, then shakes her head.

Chandler nods in understanding, face blank. Then, she whips around, shoulders hunched over in decidedly unladylike fashion, and her voice is so low and guttural that Betty can barely make out the words.

“FUCK OFF, DEADBEAT!”

Betty doesn’t know what Kurt sees, but from his expression it might have made his heart stop for a second. He forces a pathetic little scream from his mouth as he tears his arms away, before running as fast as his wobbly legs can carry him.

Chandler turns back to Betty, face as perfectly made-up as expected and with a similar air of nonchalance. “Anyway, I don’t want anything to come between us. Is there any huge life-changing secret that Veronica’s hiding from me?”

“I don’t think so,” Betty replies. “Even if I did know something, it’s a secret for a reason. If she thought it’d be a problem, she’d tell you herself.”

Chandler narrows her eyes, but manages not to tear Betty to shreds for that little slight. Then she sighs.

“I just want to do this right.”

Betty raises her eyebrows. “I’m sorry?”

“Being… I won’t say nice. Open with people,” Chandler mutters, almost lost over the voices coming from downstairs, “and since I’m not, Veronica isn’t, I think. I want her to be okay.”

“And you don’t think she is.”

Chandler nods.

Al-righty then.

There are a lot of directions this conversation could go. There’s also the problem of missing context – is this a friend thing, or something else? From this admission, it’s clear Chandler likes Veronica, but does she like-like her?

“I can’t answer those questions for you,” Betty admits, “and if Veronica isn’t telling you, it’s probably personal. She’s kind of private, I’m sure you’ve noticed. Maybe let her know how it makes you feel if it’s causing you that much pain.”

Chandler considers this for a moment, then nods again. “Thank you.”

Betty is uncertain how to feel about getting gratitude from this particular person. Luckily, she doesn’t have to respond – Duke and McNamara are coming up the stairs, walking slowly, carefully. Duke catches Betty’s eye, and Betty can see the relief wash over her.

“Hello Heather, Heather,” Betty begins, and there’s a sharp inhale as all three Heathers are caught in the act, “as you can see, I’m still in one piece. Thanks for checking up on me.”

“Why does everyone think I’m gonna murder someone?” Chandler complains.

“Are you okay?” McNamara asks, “Kurt said your face was all freaky.”

“I am physically perfect at all times, Heather, you know that. We need to find Veronica. We need to talk.”

A gasp. “Are you breaking up? No, wait, are you getting married?!”

“No, of course not. We’re gonna have a heart-to-heart.”

“Emotional vulnerability? You? So you are getting married,” Duke quips.          

“Shut up!” Duke cowers at the sound of Chandler’s snarl, but she’s still got that grin on her face. “We move. Now.”

 -

 Veronica honestly thought she was better. Now she’s not so sure – not that Chandler cares about that distinction. Maybe it’s the heat in the air, the sting of alcohol and the oppressive B.O. whenever some dudebro with no concept of personal hygiene wanders too close. It’s weird, not worrying that Chandler will be mad. Veronica’s more worried she’ll be disappointed – Veronica isn’t sure why Heather doesn’t use that tactic more often, it’s way more devastating than any scream of rage.

The bathroom’s a welcome break, though. Veronica splashes some water on her face, careful to avoid her eyes, and takes a long hard look at herself in the mirror above the sink. She supposes she’s a little pale. Just a little. Hard to tell with the makeup and all. It’s more how she feels, really, sort of… empty…

Her eyes flick to the closed door, just for a moment.

Well. That’s only half-right. Her reflection’s eyes flick to the door, Veronica herself just stared in horror.

Mirror Veronica uses her head to gesture towards the door again, raising her eyebrows in a silent request for Real Veronica to turn around.

… You know what? Fine. This might as well happen. Veronica turns, and it’s only then she notices the faint knocking at the door. With slightly shaking hands, she turns the knob and opens the door a crack.

Round, colored shades and a military jacket. Oh, yeah. Tracey, the, uh, young entrepreneur. Not a person usually seen among the popular kids, but nonetheless provides a service that gets her a place at the table. At least it’s not Heather.

Veronica opens the door all the way. “Sorry, I was just on my way out. Go on in.”

“Um, actually, could you help me for a sec? I don’t have both hands available, but I need to put a bandage on.”

“Sure thing,” Veronica says without thinking, “did Dan tell you where they were?”

“The cloth ones? Yeah.”

Tracey holds out her hand.

Oh.

Oh shit.

 --

 Honestly, Betty expected werewolves to be better at hunting.

It might be because they’re human-shaped, at the moment, sauntering down the corridor like Betty’s seen them do so many times before. Certainly not acting like there’s any urgency, can’t let people know they care about things.

Oh, wait. McNamara has stopped in front over a half-open door, eyes wide.

“I don’t think it’s anything,” she says, like a liar. “Do you smell that?”

All three of her followers sniff the air. Chandler’s brow furrows further, but Duke shakes her head.

“Nothing,” she says, “then again, not the full moon.”

“That’d be a whole other set of problems,” Chandler grumbles.

“It’s… well…”

In the bathtub, with Veronica’s jacket over her like a blanket, lies Tracey, grey and lifeless.

There’s a moment of tense, fearful silence.

“Welp, Tracey’s dead,” Chandler says, suddenly and strangely professional, “Heather, help me hide the body.”

Duke stares, alarmed. The way Heather Chandler says it, a casual tone marred by the quick, snappy way the words come out is jarring.

“This. This is why people think you murdered someone,” Betty deadpans.

Chandler ignores her. “Well? The longer we wait, the more likely someone else finds out. Move.”

McNamara steps up to the plate. Slowly. Eventually.

When Tracey’s body is about six inches off the floor, she groans. McNamara drops her, startled, and suddenly Tracey’s definitely awake and… well? No, Betty decides, that’s a reach – but she’s alive, if somewhat pale.

“Now a lotta things hurt,” she whines.

“Heather, get her a towel,” Chandler commands, “if Tracey leaves the room like this, people are gonna think she’s murdered someone.”

Betty isn’t sure who Chandler is referring to with that last bit.

“What happened?” she asks.

Tracey screws up her face, wiping off the semi-dried blood on her arms. “I remember this part. I was talking to Rachel about this party I went to, where one dude jumped from the balcony into the pool, and when I said it, I did-” she mimes slamming down, hitting her bandaged palm down onto the edge of the tub, and just manages to stop herself from screaming in pain. “There was a shot glass there. It broke when I slammed my hand onto the table.”

“Why do you have to be so violent when you tell stories?” Duke queries.

“I just get really into them, okay?! Anyway, Dan said there were bandages in the upstairs bathroom, so I went up, and Veronica was in there.”

“And she helped you.” Chandler doesn’t phrase it like a question. To be fair, it’s probably a given.

“No, she was acting all freaky. When she saw my hand, her eyes just…” Tracey places two fists on either side of her face, then spreads her fingers wide with a little ‘pchoo’ noise.

“Her eyes exploded?!”

“No! The black part, they got all wide all of a sudden. Then… I dunno. Can’t remember.”

That’s the second least encouraging thing that could possibly be said. The first would be that Veronica did something terrible to Tracey, and that she did remember. Ignorance is bliss.

“Okay,” Chandler responds after a moment, “leave, then.”

“…This room?”

“No, the state. Yes, I mean this room. Go. Git.”

Tracey looks pleadingly at Betty, hoping for someone to explain… pretty much everything at this point. But Betty doesn’t know where this is going, either, so she shrugs, and Tracey stumbles out without another word.

Silence, again.

Betty examines the three Heathers. Duke looks like she’s trying to figure something out, McNamara hasn’t had any idea what’s going on since they got into the bathroom, and Betty’s never seen Chandler look so devastated.

“So,” Duke says slowly, “vampire.”

“Vampire,” Betty echoes. Werewolves existed, she knew that. It’d be narrow-minded to presume there weren’t other supernatural creatures as well.

…How did she come to that conclusion so quickly? ‘Oh, well, my best friend’s a vampire now, I guess’ shouldn’t be Betty’s first thought on the matter, and certainly not the last.

“How?” she adds, weakly.

“Well, that depends. Has she rejected the Orthodox faith lately? Apparently that’s a trigger.”

Chandler breaks out of her funk long enough to snap, “Ninety percent of world would be vampires if that were right, Heather. Pick a reason that isn’t mind-numbingly dumb.”

“Let me think…” Duke pauses, the counts out the reasons on her hand. “Practiced sorcery, born out of wedlock, pretty much anything jumping over her open grave, eating the meat of a sheep killed by a wolf, or being a natural redhead. Any of those work for you?”

Chandler touches her hair for a moment, then shakes her head. “No. Doesn’t change my plan, really. I still have to find her, to get answers. Heather?”

McNamara perks up.  Chandler grabs the jacket, throws it a lot more gently than the last time Betty saw her do so.

“Track her.”

“What?”

Chandler sighs. “Like those bloodhounds do in cop shows. You’ve got the best nose, and time is short.”

McNamara stares.

“Sniff it, then see if you can follow the smell,” Duke explains.

“I know that part. It just feels weird. Sniffing people’s clothes. It feels wrong.”

“It’s fine if you do it for a good cause,” Betty reasons, “this is a good cause, isn’t it?”

McNamara thinks for a moment, then nods. “This a good thing. I’m good, aren’t I?”

“Yes, you’re a very good girl. Now, off you go.”

Why are they looking at her like that?

  -

 Okay.

That explains a lot.

Yeah, it’s kind of out-there as an answer, but Veronica should have never been skeptical about it. She knows there are stranger things than this out there.

Oh, fuck her sideways. What’s gonna happen to that relationship now? Don’t werewolves have this thing going on with vampires? Are they gonna hate each other now because of instinctual speciesism?

Veronica groans. She has to hide, let everything calm down a little before she jumps that hurdle. She knows Tracey was still alive when she left, but she’ll have to go back at some point to get her coat. Not now, though.

Veronica tests the handle on the first door she finds. Open. She presses her ear to the door. No noise from inside.

She opens the door. Some sort of guest bedroom, bereft of any signs of life (though someone has been in here before, the sheets are all fucked up). Bonus, some sort of closet on the far side. Perfect.

Well, if she’s… like this, now, maybe she can hide a little better.

Veronica closes her eyes, concentrates for just a moment - oh fuck this is the wrong choice -

No, no it’s fine (it’s not, none of it is, but she needs to focus more than ever). If – if she just gets on the ceiling, all of her on the ceiling…

How the fuck does this work?

 --

 Apparently, the trail leaves to what looks like a guest bedroom – at least, if the complete lack of character is any indication. The only sign the place has been used at all are the bedsheets, all twisted, hanging off the edge of the mattress like a rope. Betty wonders which one of the former occupants was trying to escape.

McNamara does a quick sweep of the room, checking under the bed, behind the curtains, in the closet.

“Not here.”

“She was in here, though. You smell her.”

McNamara nods. “She isn’t here now, though. Now it’s just bats.”

Duke stiffens.

“Bats.” Chandler repeats.

“Yep. In the closet. Bats.”

“Plural?”

“That’s why she added the ‘s’ at the end, yeah,” Duke mutters. Chandler opens her mouth, but slowly closes it again, waiting.

McNamara opens the closet door again, and points.

…Yeah, those are bats. Hundreds of the little guys, hanging off the walls, on the ceiling, chilling on the empty clothes hangers. A thousand beady black eyes watch them intently, fearfully.

“I mean, it makes sense,” Duke murmurs beside her, “conservation of mass, and all. It’s either this, or one huge bat, and that’d be worse.”

McNamara considers it for a moment, then nods. “Yeah, that’d be scary. These are cute.” She pauses. “Wait, what?”

“It’s Veronica,” Chandler says, voice hollow. Betty almost feels bad for her.

“…No, don’t like it. Too many eyes. How do we put her back together?”

“How do we get her out without anyone noticing?” Duke adds.

Both good questions. Even the heavily inebriated knew a colony of chiroptera don’t belong in some dude’s guest room. Maybe - they’re small enough that a few could go in a handbag, maybe if they take a few trips they could get her to the car… but what happens if Veronica wants to go back to normal, and half of her is outside and the other half’s in here?

Ever so slowly, Chandler reaches out and gingerly pries one of the bats off the closet wall and holds it in her palm. It gives a timid squeak, barely audible.

Chandler stares.

Then, with one careful finger, she gently pats it on the head.

Betty lets out a soft ‘oh!’ at the same time the bat squeaks in surprise.

“You’re still cute. Just in a different way,” Chandler murmurs to it, then looks up, eyes sharp. “The pillowcases. Take them off, we’ll use those.”

So many questions answered in so little time. Veronica has terrible taste in women.

Betty jumps into action – for Veronica’s sake.

 -

 Veronica comes to consciousness tucked up in a bed. Two eyes. Hands. Legs.

Something’s on her legs. That’s fine. That means they’re there.

“Heather?”

Chandler’s voice is soft, and sounds like it’s from her usual position. “Yeah?”

“Am I in your house, or Dan’s?”

“Mine. That’s what we agreed to. Heather and Heather took Betty home. They’re safe.”

Okay. That’s good. It’s all okay. Heather’s here, and everyone’s where they’re supposed to be.

“Heather, I think I had too much last night.”

Heather makes a noise Veronica’s tired mind can’t describe. It sounds nervous.

“I think… I dunno, maybe someone slipped something into my drink. I imagined some weird shit. I didn’t do anything stupid, did I?”

“…No. We… we, uh, smuggled you out of there.”

Oh. Wow. Heather Chandler, stumbling over her words. Has that ever happened before?

Veronica swings herself up, opening her eyes and regretting it when the sunlight stings her face. Heather is watching her, fidgeting with the hem of her robe.

“Veronica, I know a lot of things happened last night. Some life… life? Yeah, life-changing stuff got shoved your way. I just want you to know I still love you, and I’ll be here no matter what you are.” She goes to take both of Veronica’s hands, but decides against it after getting a glance at the left one. “No, that-that’s fine. This is fine, you’re fine.”

Veronica follows the gaze down, to the limb that Chandler’s lying about. Well, where the hand should be, anyway. Like, some of it’s there, but two of her fingers and part of her palm are just… not. There’s just a little bit of black fog keeping Veronica from seeing the inside of her hand.

Huh. So it wasn’t a bad trip. That’s a shame.

…

……

………

WHAT IN THE FLIPPITY FLAPPITY FUCK IS GOING ON WHY CAN THE TURN INTO MULTIPLE ANIMALS DOES TEN PERCENT OF HER HAVE RABIES NOW IS SHE DEAD OR UNDEAD OR WHATEVER WHAT’S GONNA HAPPEN TO HER AND –

Heather grabs something off the end of the bed, shakes it. Something falls out, and she grabs it and shoves it onto Veronica’s hand. The missing digits return to their rightful place.

“I missed one,” she pants, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, it’s just they’re very small, I thought it was a crease in the pillowcase-”

Veronica cuts her off with a wordless, questioning scream.

“Yeah. Yeah, I feel that. Few questions – you can nod or shake your head if you can’t talk. Okay?”

Veronica needs a second to rein in her panic, but manages to nod.

“Okay. Thank you.” Heather clears her throat. “Are you a natural redhead?”

What? Heather knows that isn’t true, though it makes Veronica forget about her existential crisis for a moment. She shakes her head.

“And you haven’t been in a grave… were your parents married when they had you?”

Veronica nods.

“Do you feel particularly strongly about the Orthodox church?”

Shakes her head.

“Are you a sorcerer?”

“Where are you going with this, Heather?”

“We’re doing some diagnosing,” Heather explains. “Are you, though?”

“No.”

“Okay, I think this is that last one… have you eaten sheep recently?”

Veronica thinks for a moment. “We did have some lamb pâté about a week ago. It’s usually made of beef, and Mom wanted something different, but not too different. I think that’s what gave us…”

Ohhhhh. She gets it now.

Heather sets her jaw.

“The pâté,” she growls. The way that sentence is said almost demands “my mortal enemy” be tacked onto the end.

“It’s bullshit, but it makes the most sense of the options you gave me.”

“You should sue.”

“What? For vampirism? Don’t think that’ll hold up in a court of law.”

Chandler scowls, but submits to Veronica’s superior logic. Then, her face goes blank.

“Veronica?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you hate me?”

This has been a rollercoaster of a morning. It goes from calm, to panic, to jokes, to this – and Heather Chandler has looked so very worried this whole time. It’s not a face she should wear, in Veronica’s opinion.

“Of course not,” she coos, reaching out to take Heather’s hand (Heather lets it happen). “I still feel the same way about you, I promise. Do you hate me?”

“No!”

“Then it’s all okay. Well… no. Everything’s okay between us. I still have a lot to figure out about everything else.”

“I’ll help with that.”

Veronica smiles. “Thanks, Heather. For everything.”

“Expect nothing less than perfection from me. C’mere, Countess Chocula.”

Veronica lets herself be pulled forward into Heather’s arms, relaxing into the touch. The nickname would definitely need to go sooner rather than later, but they’re gonna take this whole thing slow.

One night at a time, and they’ll figure it out.

[romancemedia]

Hawaii Five-0 9x05 - “A’ohe mea ‘imi a ka maka” Press Release + Sneak Peek Pics

Nothing More the Eyes to Search for

Synopsis

On Halloween, Jerry and his friends search his childhood camp for evidence to a murder he witnessed as a boy, while McGarrett investigates a little girl who drew pictures depicting the scene of a recent murder before it was discovered.

Main Cast

Alex O’Loughlin (Steve McGarrett)

Scott Caan (Danny “Danno” Williams)

Chi McBride (Lou Grover)

Ian Anthony Dale (Adam Noshimuri)

Jorge Garcia (Jerry Ortega)

Meaghan Rath (Tani Rey)

Beulah Koale (Junior Reigns)

Taylor Wily (Kamekona)

Dennis Chun (Sgt. Duke Lukela)

Kimee Balmilero (Noelani Cunha)

Recurring Cast

Andrew Lawrence (Eric Russo)

Laura Mellow (Nalani Lukela)

Cidni Romias (Akela Nakahara)

Guest Cast

Eric Steinberg (Captain Keo)

Joshua Gonzalez (Young Jerry)

Mary Lynn Rajskub (Crystal)

Jade Heimowitz (Young Crystal)

Michael Spellman (Gordie)

Luke Bagley (Young Gordie)

Derek Basco (Ano)

Kai Murata (Young Ano)

Carly J. Casey (Emily Cass)

Ashley Chewning (Jane Martin)

Noah Moore (Counselor Blaine Morgan)

Gregory Suenaga (HPD Uni. Officer Singer – 1982)

Pat Gilbert (Bo Bradley)

Claudia Elmore (Kalei Iosia)

Jaycee Cryan-Cadiente (Molly)

Saini Tuimaunei (Katie)

David Bertin Greene (Travis Iosia)

Jay Hector (Boyfriend – 1980)

Olivia Jordan (Girlfriend – 1980)

Chelsea Davis (Reporter)

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Kenny Anderson Biography, Achievements, Award& Net Worth

Kenny Anderson is a former basketball player. The athlete spends his career in the National Basketball Association. Anderson played for several clubs. He played as point guard professionally from 1991 to 2006 for New Jersey Nets and Boston Celtics. Kenny is known for his playing style. The athlete was an essential part of his college and school team. The ethnicity of the player is black. The player awarded several prizes during his career in NBA. Kenny Anderson Wiki Fact Celebrated Name: Kenny Anderson Real Name/Full Name: Kenneth Anderson Gender: Male Age: 51 years old Birth Date: October 09, 1970 Birth Place: Queens, New York, United States Nationality: American Height: 6 ft 0 in Weight: 76kg Sexual Orientation: Straight Marital Status: Married Wife/Spouse (Name): Natasha Anderson (m. 2007), Tamiyka Lockhart (m. 2002–2004), Tami Roman (m. 1994–2001) Children/Kids (Son and Daughter): Yes (Lyric Anderson, Kenny Anderson Jr, and Jazz Anderson) Dating/Girlfriend (Name): N/A Is Kenny Anderson Gay?: No Profession: Basketball Player Salary: No Net Worth $1 Million Maybe you know about Kenny Anderson very well, but do you know how old and tall is he and what is his net worth in 2021? If you do not know, we have prepared this article about details of Kenny Anderson’s short biography-wiki, career, professional life, personal life, today’s net worth, age, height, weight, and more facts. Well, if you’re ready, let’s start. Early Life & Biography Kenny Anderson was born on October 09, 1970, in Queens, New York, United States. The mother of the player is Joan Anderson. He raised by his mother alone. He has two sisters named Sandra and Danielle. The player raised in a low-income family. The mother of Kenny always inspired him to make a career in Basketball. In 2005, Kenny’s mother died due to a heart attack. Anderson published on the front page of the New York Sports Section at age 14. He studied from high school in LeFrak City, Queens. The player attended Archbishop Molloy High School in Briarwood, Queens, United States. High school considered the best school for Basketball.  At the end of a school career, he became the first player to named All-City Four Times and four-times Parade ALL American. The athlete received several other awards like McDonald’s All-American, New York State Mr. Basketball by New York State Coaches Organization Association, and USA Today.  Kenny was called no-1 player in the United States. In November 1988, he signed a letter of intent at Georgia Tech. The player received an offer from North Carolina, Duke, and Syracuse, but selected Yellow Jackets. In Yellow Jackets, he was the point guard for two years. He, along with Dennis Scott and Brian Oliver, helped the team to get in Final Four 1990. The nickname of his trio was Lethal Weapon 3. Anderson team Georgia tech was at no 8 In 1991 NCAA tournament. The player announced his eligibility to enter in NBA draft. Personal Life The player is the father of eight children. The first time he became the father of a daughter when he was studying and playing at Georgia tech. Kenny was in-relationship with Salt-n-Pepa member Dee Dee Roper. Kenny and Dee have a daughter together. Anderson first time married to Tami Roman. She also appeared in show Basketball Wives. The couple divorced after some time and have two daughters together. In 1998, he met Tamiyka R Lockhart in West Los Angeles while they are going through a divorce. After some, the tied knot with each other and divorced in 2004. They have a son named Kenny Anderson Jr. In 2007, Kenny married the third time to Natasha. They met during the 2004 NBA playoffs. The couple together has a son and daughter. In 2005, the player filled for bankruptcy despite earning $63 million. The athlete revealed in an interview that he sexually abused in childhood. Anderson suffered from a stroke during February 2019. Age, Height, and Weight Being born on October 09 1970, Kenny Anderson is 51 years old as of today’s date 22nd October 2021. His height is 6 ft 0 in tall, and his weight is 76 kg. Career In the 1991 NBA Draft, he was selected by the New Jersey Nets on the second pick. The player became the youngest player in the league. In his rookie year, he scored seven points, two rebounds, and 3.2 assists per game. The athlete doubles his point in the second season. Kenny averaged 18.8 points and 9.6 assists in the third season. The player included in the NBA All-Star Game with teammate Derrick Coleman. In 1996, the player traded to Charlotte Hornets with Gerald Glass. The athlete signed to Portland Trail Blazer in 1996. The player later traded to Boston Celtics. Kenny spends lots of time with the Celtic and then sent to Seattle Supersonics. Anderson played as the point guard for the Indian Pacers, Atlanta Hawks, and Los Angeles Clippers. During the 2005-06 season, he released from Lithonia’s Zalgiris Kaunas and his career as a basketball player end at that time. Awards & Achievements The player inducted into New York City Basketball Hall of Fame in 2008 September. Net Worth & Salary of Kenny Anderson in 2021 Kenny Anderson Net Worth As of October 2021, The net worth of Kenny Anderson is $1 million. The player suffered from serious money issues. He earned more than $60 million from salary. He was fully broke after retirement. After retirement, he became the coach of the Continental Basketball Association. He played the match in North Korea. The athlete appeared on several TV shows. In 2018, the player hired by head basketball coach for Fish University. Kenny Anderson is working on his income. The player comes from a low-income family background. He created his name in Basketball. Read the full article

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Roy Tatum, 75, says he almost got the Bo Duke gig in The Dukes of Hazzard. They called him in for three auditions, but eventually went with a much younger, much blonder John Schneider. No hard feelings. He wound up as FBI Agent #3 in the second episode.

He had some pretty big parts over the years (and even starred in 1983’s Don’t Change My World), but save his stint as Bigfoot, most roles were like that — nameless, law enforcement types. Cop #1 in Door to Door (1984) starring Jane Kaczmarek. Cop #2 in Our Winning Season (1978) with Dennis Quaid. Deputy Jason in The Great Bank Hoax (1978) starring Ned Beatty. He was also Connecticut Patrolman, the first cop to let the law-flouting, cleavage-flaunting Lamborghini Girls (Adrienne Barbeau and Tara Buckman) off the hook for doing 160 mph in Cannonball Run (1981).

He’s only done one film in the past 25 years, a 2007 horror flick called Chupacabra. He played Police Officer #1. Wasn’t even credited. Things have changed.

These days, Tatum’s only connection to showbiz is Christian broadcasting on mission trips to central and South America with his Marietta, Ga. church, and occasional appearances on Friends and Neighbors, a Christian TV show produced in Atlanta and hosted by his wife, Sherry. He and Sherry currently live in Cartersville, Ga. They’re both ordained ministers. They actually met in Opelika, on the set of Norma Rae (1979). Sherry was Velma Stockhouse, the woman who faints right before the vote to unionize. Roy played Woodrow Bowser, one of the mill bosses…

… and Bart Raynolds, the role that launched his career.

“Yeah, Bart Raynolds” he laughs. “I mean, I wasn’t going to forge the man’s name.”

But he had to do something. Because when the cast broke for dinner on his first day on set, a squealing mob was outside waiting, and not for Sally Field.

“I walked out there and all the gals came,” Tatum says. “I’m not saying I’m anybody. They’re just assuming, because Sally Field was there, that I’m the guy (Burt Reynolds).”

The Guy and Field had just started dating. That the Guy was popping into town to see his new girlfriend was no secret. Opelika was abuzz.

“There’s, like, 15 girls there and I’m thinking that I’ve walked into something here that I might not be able to back away from,” Tatum says. “They’re wanting autographs, and I’m like, how am I going to get out of this?”

Tatum was used to stares, especially out in L.A. But he could usually convince his waitress–except that one in Montgomery that time; “just don’t tell anyone I’m in town,” he finally told her– or the person sitting next to him on the plane, that his name was, in fact, Roy Tatum. This was different. He adapted.

“I gave them what they wanted,” he says. “But instead of writing Burt Reynolds, I wrote Bart Raynolds.”

They bought it. And why wouldn’t they?

For one brief, mustachioed moment, Roy Tatum was the world’s premier Burt Reynolds look-alike, at least according to Aunt Billie and her favorite tabloid.

“My aunt lived in Florida, and she would always tell me I looked like Burt Reynolds,” Tatum said. “At the time, I really didn’t know who Burt Reynolds was.”

The time was the mid-1960s. Burt Reynolds career was then mostly confined to television, which Tatum didn’t have much time for. College football keeps you busy, especially if you’re as good as Tatum was. He was a blue chip defensive tackle out of Flomaton who turned down offers from several SEC schools to go to Auburn. Four years later, he turned down a Canadian Football League contract to stay on the Plains as a graduate assistant.

His senior season, 1967, was by far his best. He finished with 45 individual tackles and 49 assists, good enough for second for Auburn’s Headhunter award–and frequent praise from Auburn head coach Shug Jordan.

“From the start of fall practice until the end of the season, Roy Tatum was the biggest surprise on the defensive unit,” Jordan told a reporter. “He gave us a great effort every week and graded higher than anyone else in the defensive line.”

(Oh, and he got Bear Bryant to admit that Auburn should have won that damn game.)

There was no denying Tatum’s talent. There was also no denying the resemblance, which was so uncanny, it eventually won Aunt Billie $25.

After taking an insurance job in Atlanta in 1970, Tatum began dabbling in modeling. He started taking some theatre classes at Emory. He signed on with a talent agency. He got some portfolio photos. Aunt Billie was thrilled.

“She said ‘send me a picture of you,’ so I sent her a picture,” Tatum says. “And I said, ‘what are you going to do with this?’ And she said ‘well, there’s a newspaper down here called the National Enquirer.'”

Tatum had never heard of it. But the man who called him a month later sounded real enough. His name was Stuart Lichtenstein, a top publicity rep for the Enquirer, which had recently started holding celebrity look-alike contests — and which had never seen a Burt Reynolds as good as Roy Tatum.

“I thought he was pulling my leg,” Tatum said. “He said ‘no, this is a legitimate deal.’ He said ‘of all the pictures we have, yours looks more like him than anyone else’s.'”

The picture ran on page 26 of the paper’s Jan. 20, 1974, issue, along with an interview about Tatum’s burgeoning acting career. It didn’t stop there. Lichtenstein flew Tatum to Los Angeles for a media tour, including an episode of The Merv Griffin Show. Tatum walked out and the audience thought he was Burt Reynolds. He knew that was a big deal. He didn’t realize how big until he got back to his hotel room.

“My agent called and she said ‘I got half a dozen calls here for you to work, to do jobs,'” Tatum said. “I was like, ‘you got to be kidding me, Kathy.’

“So that kind of started a film career for me.”

But despite that career actually including speaking roles in one of his films (and a film starring his girlfriend), Bart Raynolds only met Burt Reynolds one time.

“He was in the July 4th parade or something here in Atlanta, and a buddy of mine here knew him down in Florida when (Reynolds) was (a football player) at Florida State,” Tatum says. “My buddy said ‘you need to meet him, you look just like him.’ I said ‘I don’t want to do that.’ He said, ‘yeah come on, let’s go down there.’ So we went down and there he was, sitting up on the floats, and we looked at one another and it was like ‘golly, we really do look alike don’t we?’ I shook his hand and that was it.”

Tatum was fine with that being it.

“I did some national commercials and stuff, and they played off the similarity,” Tatum says, “but it was never my intent to wander around America posing as Burt Reynolds.

“It was fun to play along with, but it did get old after a while.”

In 1983, Tatum got a part in The American Snitch, which IMDB describes as a “satire spoof about a ‘National Enquirer’-type tabloid featuring a cast of celebrity look-alikes.”

He wasn’t one of the look-alikes.

He played a guard.

Keep Reading:

Burt Reynolds surprising connections to Auburn

How former Auburn football player Roy Tatum found God, stopped cussing, and changed the script of ‘Cannonball Run’

The Finest Tackle of ’67: An Iron Bowl Story

from The War Eagle Reader https://www.thewareaglereader.com/2020/04/former-auburn-football-star-got-acting-start-as-worlds-premiere-burt-reynolds-lookalike/

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WIP nudge meme

I got from @shes-a-voodoo-child

here’s a list of all of my WIPs; send me the fandom/pairing/summary in an ask and i’ll add at least one sentence & share a bit:

au: in spite of him

au: gloriana and robin 

maya has a day of it dot gif 

civil war featuring king arthur jahan 

ot4 rosamund clifford is the only one in this relationship with chill 

Duke of Essex in the civil war 

into the fire in space rewrite (magic valdemar au ish)

Mary Tudor and one of her brothers girlfriend/wife would fight each other in a denny’s parking lot 

doing spy stuff featuring elizabeth, robert and elizabeth’s brother george 

spy stuff featuring Anne Dudley-Tudor-Cecil and King Thomas (Turhan) II

Accidentally kidnapped the monarchs (plural) husband fml. 

Gregory Cromwell has FEELINGS. 

elizabeth and her first child ot3 verse edition

Alex of Tirrigan Spy AU 

Ozorne POV of Immortals 

Helen Norwich (my name on the line)

Hunger Games Triss and Dresses

Golden World 

Into The Fire (In Space) featuring PAIN. 

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A Dog's Journey Blu-ray Review - Dogs are friends forever!

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A Dog's Journey Blu-ray Review - Dogs are friends forever!

Kidzworld checked out the Blu-ray for A Dog’s Journey. This heartwarming and emotionally-charged film comes home with some really fun and entertaining extra features. Read our cool Blu-ray review!

By: Lynn Barker

The book and movie A Dog’s Purpose continues in A Dog’s Journey. Smart and sweet doggie Bailey (voiced again by Josh Gad) loves living on the Michigan farm of his “boy,” Ethan (Dennis Quaid) and Ethan’s wife Hannah (Marg Helgenberger) who are grandparents of very young granddaughter C.J. She has a mutual lovefest with Bailey. However, C.J.’s very negative mom Gloria (Betty Gilpin) had rather have a music career than raise a baby on a boring farm and moves away with little C.J. When Bailey is passing on and ready for a new life, he promises Ethan to find C.J. and protect her at all costs. Can he keep this promise?

A Dog’s Journey Clip – “Unconditional Love”

Living on the Farm

When Hannah’s son Henry dies in an auto accident, his wife Gloria and baby C.J. come to live with Hannah and Ethan. Gloria is far from a friendly, attentive mom, however and refuses to leave C.J. with Hannah while she goes to pursue a singing career.

Gloria announces she is leaving with C.J.Courtesy of Universal Studios

Instead, after blaming a few bad parenting moments on dog Bailey, she takes C.J. and hits the road. When elderly Bailey is dying, Ethan asks him to come back, find C.J. and protect her. We know Bailey will.

It’s Bailey’s time to pass onCourtesy of Universal Studios

Another Life

Doggie Bailey is reincarnated as a beagle puppy named Molly whose brother Rocky is adopted by a cute Asian boy named Trent. He knows the now tween-aged C.J.

Young C.J. with Molly and young TrevorCourtesy of Universal Studios

She wants to adopt Molly but knows mom Gloria hates dogs. C.J. hides Molly and since Gloria drinks too much and is out a lot, she doesn’t notice the dog for a long time. Molly and C.J. meet and play with Trent and Rocky. Finally mom discovers Molly but reluctantly lets C.J. keep her. As they go through high school Trent would like C.J. to be his girlfriend. Hannah and Ethan try to visit but Gloria turns them away telling C.J. that they tried to steal the money dad left for her. 

Unhappy Gloria doesn’t like dogsCourtesy of Universal Studios

Bad Boyfriend  

18-year-old C.J. (Kathryn Prescott) who now wants to be a singer/songwriter, meets a low-life but cute guy named Shane (Jake Manley) who is into booze, drugs and partying. For a while C.J. tries to go along but when a party is busted by the cops, she is sent to jail. Trent takes care of Molly. C.J.’s community service sentence at a facility training dogs to sniff out cancer ends in Molly being a natural at it. When Shane grabs C.J., attacking her, she tells her drunk mom, who couldn’t care less. Mom also tells her she has no inheritance from her dad. Mom spent it a long time ago! C.J. is shattered. She leaves home in the family car only to be followed and chased by angry Shane in his car. A wreck follows and little Molly is killed.

Will C.J. and Trevor be a couple?Courtesy of Universal Studios

New Life

Bailey/Molly reincarnates this time as a huge mastiff dog called Big Dog by his gas station owner Joe. He has almost given up on finding C.J. but fate puts her at the gas station on her way to start a music career in New York City. She has no idea that he is the reincarnated Molly and goes on her way.

C.J. meets Big DogCourtesy of Universal Studios

Sad Big Dog leads a nice life with Joe but ends up dying before ever finding C.J. again. This time he comes back as a feisty tiny terrier puppy dubbed Max. Max is up for adoption but won’t let anyone but C.J. adopt him. He snaps at everyone and is almost scheduled for euthanasia when he spots C.J., chases after her and leaps into her arms. She adopts him.

Molly adopts MaxCourtesy of Universal Studios

Another Bad Boyfriend

Trying to make it as a singer while dog walking to earn money, Molly lives with her uptight, critical boyfriend Barry (Kevin Claydon) who has his own dog Duke and keeps telling C.J. she’ll never make it as a singer. She still has stage fright and won’t sing in public.

C.J. walks dogs for a livingCourtesy of Universal Studios

Max leads C.J. to run into Trent (Henry Lau) who has moved to NYC from London and has a girlfriend Liesl (Daniella Barbosa) who is very possessive of him. Barry and C.J. break up and she sleeps on friends’ couches finally ending up staying in Trent’s guest room.

Illness for Trent

Little Max smells cancer on Trent. His girlfriend ditches him and it is C.J. who sees him through treatment to health. Mom Gloria has cleaned up her act, meets with a reluctant C.J. who can’t forgive her. Mom encourages her to bite the bullet and sing in public.

C.J. finally performs in publicCourtesy of Universal Studios

With Trent’s support, she sings at a club and is a big success. After reading some letters Gloria gave her from her dad, C.J. wants to visit Ethan and Hannah at their farm.

Ethan, Hannah and Bailey on the farmCourtesy of Universal Studios

A Happy Ending?

While C.J., Trent and Max are visiting the farm, Ethan senses that Max is really Bailey and proves it to C.J. who realizes that the other dogs in her life were Bailey as well. She also realizes that she actually loves Trent. Will their relationship blossom? What is in store for Max next and what’s going to happen to C.J., Trent and her family? What is Bailey’s eventual fate?

Trevor has always loved C.J.Courtesy of Universal Studios

Special Extra Features

This Blu-ray/DVD/Digital set looks and sounds great and contains a bunch of really enjoyable extra features.

10 Deleted or Extended Scenes are all wonderful and are either adorable, dog-centered or build the characters well. All are very worth watching!

Young C.J. is fun-lovingCourtesy of Universal Studios

Gag Reel is a hoot. It is focused on dogs doing cute things on set that aren’t part of the script, dogs licking faces etc., Dennis Quaid who plays Ethan, joking with kids and dogs, a bug attack etc. Very silly fun to watch.

Working with Dogs –all of the film’s major actors tell us why they love working with dogs. Filmmakers and some actors bring their dogs to set. Dog trainers talk about training the film’s dogs with love and trust and they give tips on training your dog.  Dennis Quaid tells us how he felt a special bond with the dog playing Bailey. Soooo sweet.

Ethan and Bailey always playCourtesy of Universal Studios

A Dog’s Sequel – Josh Gad, the voice of Bailey in two films says he cried on reading the script. The other actors talk about their characters. The actress who plays meanie Gloria tells us she actually loves dogs and found it hard to be at all mean to them in the movie. Director Gail Mancuso on the story’s drama for dogs and people. Nice.

Everyone’s Best Friend presents all the actors talking about their personal dogs at home and the bond they feel with them. Some of them came to set. One actress has cats and dogs at home, one actor can’t wait to adopt a dog etc. Awwww.

Grandma and Bailey play with little C.J.Courtesy of Universal Studios

A Healing Journey concentrates on the reincarnation story with filmmakers and the book author talking about the possibility that animals can “come back” in other animals and our feeling that connection. The film helps kids, teens and even adults deal with the passing of a beloved pet. Cool.

Scoring the Journey deals with the film’s very touching soundtrack and a young pianist who loves dogs and provided some of the best of the film’s score. So cool!

Audio Commentary with Director Gail Mancuso is interesting as the director, who loves dogs, tells us about the scenes and filming process, working with the dogs etc.

Wrapping Up

As we said in our review when this film was in theaters, the movie is a mixed bag; very entertaining and heartwarming but with a lot of emotional push and pull that makes us feel like we are a dog on a leash being jerked through the lives and especially the passings of lots of cute dogs… there are four of them! 

C.J. has to hide MollyCourtesy of Universal Studios

If you can rally and root for the “next dog” each time Bailey passes then you will enjoy the film.

Max/Bailey is glad CJ. and Trevor are togetherCourtesy of Universal Studios

The extras provided on this Blu-ray/DVD/Digital set are wonderful and upbeat. They are so warm, funny and cuddly that they make us go up to four stars on this take home version of the film.

A Dog’s Journey Blu-ray Rating: 

Courtesy of Universal Studios

A Dog’s Journey home entertainment sets are out to purchase now! 

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What about your dog, cat or other pet lets you know they will love you forever? Do you sometimes think your current pet is just like one you had in the past? Do you like movies that center on animals?  Let’s hear from you with a comment here or on your Kidzworld profile page!

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Hawaii Five-0 - Episode 9.05 - A'ohe Mea 'Imi A Ka Maka - Press Release

ON HALLOWEEN, JERRY AND HIS FRIENDS SEARCH HIS CHILDHOOD CAMP FOR EVIDENCE TO A MURDER HE WITNESSED AS A BOY, WHILE MCGARRETT INVESTIGATES A LITTLE GIRL WHO DREW PICTURES DEPICTING THE SCENE OF A RECENT MURDER BEFORE IT WAS DISCOVERED, ON “HAWAII FIVE-0,” FRIDAY, OCT. 26 “A’ohe mea ‘imi a ka maka” – On Halloween, Jerry and his friends search his childhood camp for evidence to a murder he witnessed as a boy, while McGarrett investigates a little girl who drew pictures depicting the scene of a recent murder before it was discovered, on HAWAII FIVE-0, Friday, Oct. 26 (9:00-10:00 PM, ET/PT) on the CBS Television Network. (“A’ohe mea ‘imi a ka maka” is Hawaiian for “Nothing More the Eyes to Search for”) CHEAT TWEET: #H50 fans, Jerry, Noelani & Eric get in the #Halloween spirit by searching the woods at night for a forgotten grave! BOO! @HawaiiFive0CBS! 10/26 9pm http://bit.ly/2NmIpiv REGULAR CAST: Alex O’Loughlin (Steve McGarrett) Scott Caan (Danny “Danno” Williams) Chi McBride (Lou Grover) Ian Anthony Dale (Adam Noshimuri) Jorge Garcia (Jerry Ortega) Meaghan Rath (Tani Rey) Beulah Koale (Junior Reigns) Taylor Wily (Kamekona) Dennis Chun (Sgt. Duke Lukela) Kimee Balmilero (Noelani Cunha) RECURRING CAST: Andrew Lawrence (Eric Russo) Laura Mellow (Nalani Lukela) Cidni Romias (Akela Nakahara) GUEST CAST: Eric Steinberg (Captain Keo) Joshua Gonzalez (Young Jerry) Mary Lynn Rajskub (Crystal) Jade Heimowitz (Young Crystal) Michael Spellman (Gordie) Luke Bagley (Young Gordie) Derek Basco (Ano) Kai Murata (Young Ano) Carly J. Casey (Emily Cass) Ashley Chewning (Jane Martin) Noah Moore (Counselor Blaine Morgan) Gregory Suenaga (HPD Uni. Officer Singer – 1982) Pat Gilbert (Bo Bradley) Claudia Elmore (Kalei Iosia) Jaycee Cryan-Cadiente (Molly) Saini Tuimaunei (Katie) David Bertin Greene (Travis Iosia) Jay Hector (Boyfriend – 1980) Olivia Jordan (Girlfriend – 1980) Chelsea Davis (Reporter) WRITTEN BY: Zoe Robyn & Sean O’Reilly DIRECTED BY: Liz Allen-Rosenbaum SOURCE:CBS

MY SOURCE: https://www.spoilertv.com/2018/10/hawaii-five-0-episode-905-aohe-mea-imi.html

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Talking about “talk shows.”

By

Rob Hoffman

on November 16, 2017 at 5:30 AM

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Let’s face it, there’s only one way to speak to somebody, and that’s from behind a desk.  The next time you have to speak to somebody regarding just about anything, and you are not behind a desk, chances are they are not going to listen.  In other words, America loves “talk shows.”

For reasons that will most likely be lost to future generations, the American people enjoy watching people talk, and if the host of that conversation is behind a desk, it would seem to carry a gravitas that the American viewing public responds to in a way that says, “Sure, that guy is qualified to ask questions of Paris Hilton, Bryan Cranston, LeBron James, and Supreme Court Associate Justice, Sonia Sotomayer,”  (By the way, that’s a pretty enviable line-up for any talk show.)  after all, even though nobody could possibly be qualified to interview such a diverse group, the fact that the person is sitting behind a desk makes him instantly qualified.

For those of you who are not familiar, this kindly looking gentleman is Jack Paar, the second host of “The Tonight Show.”  The original host was comic “genius,” Steve Allen, the man who invented everything.  Paar would run afoul of the censors when he uttered the shameful phrase, “Water Closet,” when telling an excessively tame joke on his show.  The censors cut it from his broadcast without consulting with him, infuriating the mercurial Paar.  Personally, in a nation where every other public figure of any renown has turned out to be a serial sexual abuser, it’s refreshing to see our sense of decency defended by the friendly neighborhood censor.  (You Tube)

The concept of the television talk show can really be broken down into three categories.

The Late Night Talk-Show – This was made popular by the late, great Johnny Carson

The Afternoon Talk-Show – Here is where you’ll find oodles of pleasant personalities like Ellen DeGeneres, Dinah Shore, Mike Douglas, and of course Oprah!!!! This brand of entertainment is rarely controversial, and the content is “light.” How light you ask?  So light your television might literally float away.  Sometimes on these programs, the host can be seen giving out advice, crooning the occasional standard, dancing awkwardly, and handing out gifts like a new car!!!!!

The Splashy/Trashy Tabloid Influenced Talk-Show – This brand of television talk is populated by the likes of Jerry Springer, Maury Povich, and Geraldo Rivera.  Here you’ll find the hard-hitting discussions that typically revolve around crazy “Klansman,” jealous girlfriends, and contested paternity cases.

Could you live with Regis Philbin?  Well, Phil Donahue did at Notre Dame,and after surviving that ordeal, he went on to practically invent daytime talk television.  He also married that girl.  You know that girl who starred in “That Girl.”  She’s free to be you and me?  (Getty Images)

The late night talk-show is probably the most copied format in all of entertainment history, and it really owes its existence to two individuals, Johnny Carson and David Letterman.  The format is essentially this: A pleasant, midwestern looking man in an expensive suit comes out to wild, over-the-top applause, tells some topical, supposedly biting jokes that attack the status quo, pokes fun at the modern foibles of the era, including what is usually a harmless and superficial attack on whomever the current occupant of the White House is, and then follows their monologue up with a skit or some sort of comic segment where the host sits at his desk and does some sort of bit.  Then the first guest comes out, usually for one or two segments, followed typically by a second, less famous guest, and then finally, either a young or “B” level comedian comes out and does a few jokes, or a singer or band performs their latest song.  There’s usually a ton of commercials, and the television viewing audience rarely makes it to the end of the show since they are too tired.

One of my all-time favorite bits from “The Tonight Show Starring Johnny Carson,” Carnac the Improbable.”  One of the things that I loved about Carson was that he seemed to be letting the audience in on the bit, and that he knew that at best it was corny, and at worst it was awful.  However, Johnny used this idea to make the skit even funnier, while also appearing to be drifting in and out of character, thus increasing his “hip-ness.”  Of course, it was all an act, but he was so effortless at it, the audience never really caught on.  (You Tube)

I have nothing against the current crop of late night television talk show hosts, in fact, some of them I try to watch on a fairly regular basis.  I loved the “Daily Show” with Jon Stewart, and I enjoy his replacement, Trevor Noah.  I like Stephen Colbert as well as Jimmy Kimmel.  I appreciate Jimmy Fallon’s talent, and the fact that he tries to do something different, as well as the fact that he’s a local boy done well, hailing from nearby Saugerties, New York, and attended even “nearer-by” St. Rose College.  However, I find his giggling, and adolescent schtick a bit much for my ever-increasingly curmudgeon like attitude, especially since he’s only a little younger than me.

The fact that there are three fairly successful late night talk shows on at the same time is a borderline miracle, and a sign of how much the times have changed.  For decades, ABC and CBS attempted to dethrone Carson from his late night perch, only to see the “King of Late Night” swat away would-be pretenders to his throne, including Joey Bishop, Pat Sajak, Joan Rivers, Arsenio Hall, and Dennis Miller, (The great impressionist Rich Little used to do a killer Johnny Carson.  I always thought that ABC or CBS should have just hired him to do his Carson impression on their networks.  It could have worked.  Carson was just mailing it in the last ten years he was on the “Tonight Show” anyway.

Johnny definitely had his regulars that would appear every few months on his program.  Angie Dickinson was definitely one of his all-time favorites.  When Johnny wasn’t listening to one of Angie’s inane stories, the two were usually making “googly eyes” at each other.  (You Tube)

For many baby-boomers, The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson represented a coming of age.  I can remember when I was first able to stay up late enough to watch “Johnny,” and I can recall thinking, wow, I’m like an adult now.  There was something “cool” about being old enough to stay up and watch Johnny.  I remember thinking how “hip” Carson seemed, and that in some way, he represented “adult” humor.

As it would happen, Johnny wasn’t really all that hip, especially when he was compared to the man most people considered his heir apparent, David Letterman.  Like Carson, Letterman had a laid back “Midwestern” attitude, but delivered his comments with a sarcastic edge that let the audience know, “Yeah, a lot of this stuff is stupid, and I’m aware that we’re not exactly curing cancer here.”

David Letterman might not have been the classic “good-looking” television host, but his “painted on hair,” and his famous gap-toothed smile, seemed to enhance his outsider, “wise-ass” status.  (Getty Images)

David Letterman actually got his start as a television weatherman.  Letterman became a legendary stand-up comedian out in Los Angeles, and eventually became a fixture on the Tonight Show.  After a failed stint as a daytime talk-show host,  he became the host of Late Night, and it was in this gig where Letterman took Carson’s model, and made it all his own.  He innovated such famous bits such as “Stupid Pet Tricks,” “Stupid Human Tricks,” games with the studio audience where he gave out to all contestants, canned ham, pre-recorded shtick that was filmed outside the studio, and of course, his greatest gift to the world “Larry Bud Melman.”  Letterman’s program appealed to older high school students, as well as the college crowd.  Letterman represented “hipness” on television, and while he was unceremoniously passed over by NBC in favor of Jay Leno when it was time to replace Carson, Letterman was given a late night show on CBS , and he established the network as a competitor in the late night television market.

It’s not exactly Abbott and Costello, but David Letterman and Larry Bud Melman, a.k.a. Calvert DeForest, produced some memorable moments on the Late Show.  (You Tube)

Afternoon talk-shows tend to be a little softer and fluffier.  Oprah Winfrey of course is known as the “Queen of Afternoon Talk.”  Oprah parlayed this success into becoming one of the most influential and wealthiest women in entertainment.  Oprah has established herself as the last word on love, race, which books to read, how to seek forgiveness for a public transgression, who we should vote for, and how to give away a car to a television audience.  However, most afternoon talk-shows were a little bit like “lite” versions of the late night fare.

Mike Douglas was an extremely likable crooner who hosted a very popular afternoon “schmooze-fest,” that featured guests as eclectic as John Lennon, (Who along with Yoko, actually guest hosted with Douglas for a week’s worth of shows.) to Moe Howard from the legendary Three Stooges.

There are two things I’d like to point out here.  First, give it up to Mike Douglas, always a good sport, duking it out with Moe in a pie fight, and secondly, you gotta love Moe keeping his classic hairdo, even though his hair is all gray.  He’s dedicated to the look.  (You Tube)

Even more incredible though was the fact that John Lennon and his wife, Yoko, appeared for a week straight on the Mike Douglas Show as special guest hosts.

This is one of those odd curiosities.  The ultimate square breaking bread with the ultimate in cool.  (And John Lennon wasn’t too shabby either.)  I wonder if 50 Cent ever appeared on Oprah?  (You Tube)

Basically, the afternoon talk-show is good for learning tips on how to keep your children safe at Halloween, dieting ideas, fashion advice, and of course, the inevitable cooking segment. Occasionally an “A-list” celebrity will appear, and act very humble while pretending to be best friends with the host, or if it’s Ellen, they’ll dance, and act a little silly.  The most probing question that will be asked on an afternoon talk-show would probably be something along the lines of, “So tell me Julia Roberts, how do you keep your skin so exfoliated?”

Perhaps the most popular type of daytime talk-show, at least for a few years, was the “flashy-trashy” kind.  This is the Jerry Springer, Maury Povich, or Sally Jesse Raphael category of talk where literally anything can, and often does happen.  These are the programs where Nazis, Klansman, as well as dead-beat Dads crawl out of their rabbit holes and appear for us so we can all rail against them.  Jerry Springer, the former mayor of Cincinnati hosted what was by far the wildest and most popular of this brand of talk-show.  However, once it came out that Springer’s program was scripted, and basically the equivalent of professional wrestling, he lost a lot of the buzz that had at one time made “Jerry” the name to beat in afternoon trash-talk.

I’m not sure what Jerry has cooked up here, but I’m sure it’s classy, and um, fake.  (You Tube)

The sad part regarding daytime trash-talk, is that most of it can trace its roots to Phil Donahue.  Donahue’s program dealt with serious issues, particularly those that impacted women.  Donahue would frantically run around his studio, trying to make sure that as many members as possible of his audience could be heard.  However, from Donahue’s noble beginnings, an unfortunate sideshow emerged where sizzle eclipsed substance, which unfortunately took us from Donahue to Springer.

Of course today, in addition to the three white males who host late night talk-shows, there is Bill Maher, Chelsea Handler, very late night talk-shows featuring the likes of Seth Myers, as well as the soft-spoken Charlie Rose, the professorial talk-show host who can be found late-nights on PBS.  Rose’s talk-show is a bit of throwback to the days of Dick Cavett.  Cavett’s softer approach allowed for real conversation to take place, minus the bells and whistles one finds on so much of today’s distracted talk-show programs.  It’s amazing what one can learn about an individual when the audience isn’t “hooting,” and the band isn’t blaring.

Dick Cavett may not be a household name today, but in his prime, he interviewed all of the biggest stars in politics as well as in the world of entertainment.  For instance, did Dick Cavett interview Groucho Marx?  You bet your life!  (You Tube)

If Johnny Carson and David Letterman were the gold standard in television talk-show excellence, who are the all-time bottom feeders.  Well, since nobody asked, here are my all-time worst talk-shows:

The Magic Hour – This starred Magic Johnson as a late night talk-show host, with Sheila E. as his musical director.  It only last two months, and that may have been too long.  The highlight of Magic’s program, an appearance by the Howard Stern band, “The Losers.”

The Chevy Chase Show – This lamentable effort lasted only three weeks, and that was probably too long.  Let’s just say that this wasn’t in Chevy’s wheelhouse, and he was much better suited for hosting “fake news” on Saturday Night Live.

The Pat Sajak Show – CBS “spun the wheel” on Sajak, the very successful host of Wheel of Fortune, but the quips he dropped so effortlessly on “Wheel,” seemed to elude him on his late-night attempt.  Not even having Vanna White turning letters behind him naked was going to save this program from going “bankrupt.”  (Now that was a healthy amount of “Wheel of Fortune” jokes to squeeze into one blurb.)

Wow, I can’t understand how Sajak’s program failed.  I mean, this is a “heavyweight” line-up.  By the way, and I’m just spit-balling here, I’m guessing that this picture was taken before Rush’s “Oxycontin phase.”  (You Tube)

I would be remiss if I didn’t mention the worst, most fascistic talk-show that ever existed, “The Morton Downey Show.”  Downey was a chain-smoking lunatic who screamed at his guests, while his meat-headed audience would get all of their “Nazi-like” anger out, and egg on old Mort in his insanity.

As always, it will be interesting to see who the next great talk-show host will be.  I’m thinking that Howard Stern could still take a run at it.  He already does the best interviews on radio, why not take a crack at television.  How about Barack Obama?  I think people would like to “open up” to the ex-president.  Perhaps Harvey Weinstein can find employment as a talk-show host?  They say that the best way to elicit interesting answers from your guests is to not let them feel too relaxed.  Is there anybody who can make people less relaxed than pervy Harvey?

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