#he kept calling her Margret

[thestalkerbunny]

I decided to revisit and draw my Gnomblin (Gnome-Goblin) Rouge/Wizard, Eulogy Jones, as a little kid. But more of his parents really.

Eulogy's father is a gnome called Mortuary 'Mort' Jones. He's a part of the infamous Jones family who are not only the biggest family run funeral service business; but also famous undead hunters. Mort is more of a stay at home member of the family. He prefers staying at home, managing the papers, deal with the family's primary source of finances. He's honestly a very doting father and adores Eulogy, saddling him with a slew of pet names from Lambkins to Green Bean.

Eulogy's mother is another thing. She is a sex worker who lives and works at a Brothel. It was only Mort paying her a rather ludicrous sum to not turn unborn Eulogy into a 'Was/Were' after his paid encounter with her resulted in a positive pregnancy. The second he was born, she dumped Eulogy off on Mort and severed connection as soon as the check cleared. It didn't stop Eulogy as a kid from trying to visit her by paying off the bouncer with pitiful allowance just to sit on his Mother's dressing room floor and watch her get ready. She clearly detests Eulogy and doesn't hesitate to tell him so. Even though she's ravishingly beautiful and rather popular and is most likely going to be the next Brothel Madame-her bedside manners when it comes to Eulogy begs improvement.

Bonus: Eulogy's adoptive daughter, Maggie, learns about his goofy childhood nickname.

Maggie belongs to @jade-wyton

[anonymooseforever007]

I Know Him

(Platonic Alfie Solomons x step daughter reader) (Background Finn Shelby x Reader)

Summery: Alfie Solomons is in for a surprise one morning when his soon to be step daughter greets him with a hug. Which wasn't unusual in itself, but he never expected it to happen at Tommy Shelby's house... or while she was wearing Finn Shelby's clothes....

A/N: Hi Y'all! I don't think there are any TW's for this! I just wanted to write a fluffy and funny idea about Alfie realising his sweetheart's daughter is dating a Shelby and she's just absolutely oblivious to their past. Also as with all of my Finn stories both him and the reader are over 18. Enjoy! ❤️

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He was dreaming.

Yes, that had to be it. She couldn't really be here could she? It wasn't really her was it? Smiling to him at seven in the morning at his friendliest enemy's house? In..... is that the little one's shirt?

He had to be dreaming. There was no other explanation to it.

At least that's what Alfie Solomons told himself once he saw his sweetheart's daughter waving at him when he walked in the front hall of Tommy Shelby's house that morning. Not only was she waving, but she was practically jumping up and down in excitement when she saw him, eager to see the man who would be her stepfather one day.... 

"ALFIE!! Is that you!!! Hi!!! What are you doing here?! My mum said you had a trip this week!"

Bouncy Excitement? Speaking at sonic speeds? Criminal amounts of energy for this early in the morning? Almost falling face first on the floor in her rush to hug him?..... Yep. This was his Y/N.

Automatically, Alfie returned the hug, something he'd grown more than accustomed to doing with his fiancée's daughter. Especially when it had been a few weeks since he'd seen you. You were born when your parents were fifteen, and now twenty years later, you were in your second year at a university, halfway between London and Birmingham. Your father had tragically died during the war, and it had taken your mother almost a decade to start dating again. And if by a storybook miracle, she'd fallen helplessly for the single, "semi-retired", grumpiest neighbor in Margret, who often walked with a cane and whose only friend seemed to be his dog. Three years ago they'd met one day when Cryil had lost his collar and you had found him sitting pitifully under a tree....not even two gardens down from his home. But you hadn't know then, and believing the dog to have no family, took him back to your house. It wasn't hard either, as soon you held out your hand, Cyril was up, eagerly following his "new master" and it wasn't until the next day Alfie showed up, having heard the familiar barking. He'd been searching for Cyril all night, only to finally hear his yapping not even two doors down. Furious at the idea someone had kidnapped his best friend, Alfie had come over, knocking angrily on the door, with half a mind to take up his "old" profession. But when the door opened, instead of a grisly old bastard, Alfie was met with the closest thing to an angel he'd ever seen. It wasn't just her beauty, but her voice and the kind way she looked at him that captivated the man. And then when he looked inside the house he'd seen another young woman, laughing as Cyril attempted to sit on her lap in the small chair. And he wouldn't realise it until a few months later, but that would be a sight Alfie wanted to see every morning. A year later, he'd officially started going around with your mother, though the secret was well kept from any of his business associates. Alfie also saw the younger woman herself as his own child now too. He'd even taking to calling you "Shiny" after your sunny disposition. He wouldn't admit it, but Alfie definitely teared up, more than once, on the first day the couple dropped you off at your University. He also wouldn't admit how he'd never been more nervous than six months ago when he'd asked you for permission to propose. You had obviously said yes, but not before staring at him silently for six minutes with a gaze that could make any Shelby break into a sweat. Speaking of Shelbys ....

"Y/N why are you hugging Alfred Solomons?"

Alfie looked up at the stairs and saw not one, but at least four (and a half) different Shelby watching him from the stairs. Now he could have chosen to make fun of the mess that was Arthur's hair, but instead he focused on someone else. Because Arthur's hair may have look like a drunken bird's nest, but it was Finn Shelby who'd spoken.... And it was Finn Shelby wearing the matching pants to your shirt. So it was Finn Shelby who was currently in a lot more danger than he was five minutes ago. Truthfully, Alfie had only talked to the young man twice and hadn't been bothered by the quiet Shelby too much. In fact, he might even go as far to say the he favoured Finn the most because he'd talked to him the least. And the more the Shelbys talked to Alfie, the less he began to like them. But the sight before Alfie was enough to send Finn Shelby right to the top of the "excruciatingly painful death" hit list he promised your mother he'd "lost" long ago.

"FINN! Look! It's Alfie! I've told you about him haven't I?"

Finn himself was still half asleep, but he'd heard your surprised shout from the bedroom when you went to the bathroom and wanted to make sure you were alright. Only he thought he was still dreaming when he saw you embracing the man who had caused his family so much trouble before. Evidently, your excitement had been brought to more than one Shelby's attention and now he was standing with Arthur, Linda, Lizzie (holding Ruby), and John at the top of the stairs. All half awake and just as confused. Most of them were wondering if this was going to be another Grace situation.... But you hadn't noticed any of that yet. Hurrying up the stairs, you'd grabbed Finn's hand and brought the still tried younger man down to "meet" Alfie. Once the two men were situated in front of each other, you spoke the words that shocked both of them wide awake.

"Finn meet Alfie, my step dad. And Alfie meet Finn, my Boyfriend."

"STEP DAD?"

"BOYFRIEND!!!"

"Ahhh yes!! Isn't it great!! You two get to meet for the first time!! Ohh you'll love each other so much!!"

Oblivious to the shock of your companions, you bounced on the balls of your feet, eager for your favourite two men to finally meet. From the top of the stairs, John had rushed off to wake up Esme and Ada, while Linda was coaching Arthur through breathing again. Lizzie just sipped her tea silently as baby Ruby clapped at the drama. Finn stared at the floor, trying to process what he'd just heard. In the end, it was Alfie whose shock was broken first.

"No."

The bouncing stopped and it was your turn to look at Alfie confused.

"What do you mean no?"

"You're not dating him Shiny."

"Yes, I am." 

"No, you're not."

"Yes, Alfie I am." You said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

"You're dating him?"

"Yes!"

"Did they kidnap you? Are they forcing you to say this?"

"No?"

"You sure?"

"Pretty sure I'm not kidnapped?"

"He asked you out and you agreed?"

"He took me for dinner and a movie!"

"You agreed to be with him?"

"Eagerly!"

"You and him?"

"Him and I!"

"Him?"

"Yes! Isn't he brilliant!"

Eagerly, you looked towards your boyfriend who looked offend by the fact Alfie didn't seem to believe you could ever have any interest in him. Sure, Finn occasionally questioned it himself multiple times a day, but still. Though you payed no attention to his annoyance and wrapped your arms around your love, happily hugging him to yourself. Then you turned around facing your soon to be step father again, with Finn's arms still wrapped comfortably around your waist as they had been when you'd woken up that morning.

"Why?"

"What do you mean why Ally? He's brilliant! He's nice and strong and respectful. He takes me on fun dates and he listens to me. He lets me hug and kiss him whenever I want and he's not afraid to tell me how he feels, though it did take a bit to get to that part! He lets me hold his hand and steal his shirts and he doesn't mind it when I ramble a lot. And there's a whole bunch more too but that's just the tip. I ran into him at a race with my friends one day and we just clicked. Isn't it great! He treats me exactly how you treat my mom and I think that's brilliant! Finn's brilliant!"

Alfie froze for a second thinking about his options. On one hand you obviously knew nothing about what the Shelby really did for work and must not have realised what you were getting yourself into. On the other hand, you were one of the smartest people Alfie knew, and if Finn really did treat you like Alfie treated your mother, you'd know about his past by the second date... And you'd chosen to accept that. Alfie didn't know which idea scared him more. But right now he could see something else. You were happy....Very happy. Genuinely happy, in the fact you looked at Finn the same way your mother looked at Alfie... Shit you were in love with him. You loved Finn Shelby. And despite the sleep deprived confusion over the boy's face, Alfie had noticed the little spark in Finn's eye that lit up then he'd seen you. Alfie had seen the way Finn had pulled you slightly closer when you'd spun in his arms. You loved Finn Shelby and it seemed he loved you too. Shit. So despite his general distaste for Shelbys, Alfie did the last thing he wanted to do....But he did it for you. Because just like did your mother he'd do anything to see you smile.

"Well then gingersnap. If you treat my girl that nicely... then I guess it's alright to meet you isn't it?"

Somewhat begrudgingly, Alfie stuck his arm out toward the younger man. Finn stared at the arm, hesitantly, as if the moment he touched it, Alfie would pull him on to a knife. And truth be told, if he'd known it wouldn't make you mad, Alfie may have done that. But seeing your beaming grin, made shaking hands worth it. The hidden wince on Finn's face as Alfie increased his grip also seemed to get the unspoken message threat across. One tear from you and every peace deal between the families would be off. And all types of retribution would be fair game.... if your mother didn't get rid of Finn first that was.

 And finally it seemed Finn had processed your earlier words. He had also noticed your eager face and wanted to proceed with caution, careful of crushing your spirits. Obviously you'd mistaken Alfie for your real stepdad? The man you told Finn about so much couldn't possibly be the one who'd thrown his oldest brother in jail and betrayed Tommy every other weekend? Ada and Esme had joined the "observation deck"(second floor balcony) now, and John had gotten his gun incase things went south. Tommy was still no where to be seen.

"Y/N?"

"Yeah Finny?"

"You said this is your step dad?"

"Yes.... well technically not for a few more months, but the wedding is soon and he's basically already it!" 

"Right...but Y/N? You said your step dad was a nice older man who lived by the sea? He's a bit grumpy, but really sweet and likes to make model boats?"

"Yeah he does! This is him! You'll get along great!"

It was Alfie's turn to look slightly offended now. He wasn't that old, and it also occurred to him that while he told your mother about his "past" job, Alfie had never actually explained it to you. You genuinely thought Alfie was a retired baker. Sure, every now and then he'd tell you he was heading to London to consult another friend who was still in business, but that was it. And since you weren't raised in the big city, you really had no knowledge about Alfie's old job. Suddenly, he was dreading the imminent conversation more than ever before. 

"This is him? Are you sure?"

"Yep! I think I know what the guy banging my mum looks like Finny. Not that I ever see it...ew... but you know, Cyril doesn't get locked out of the master bedroom for anything!"

It was a good thing Alfie still had his beard because it helped hide the slight reddening of his cheeks and ears then. It wasn't that he was embarrassed about repeatedly making love to such a magnificent women, it was one of his proudest achievements actually...... but there was something about the fact her daughter knew that made him want to hide... just a little bit. Finn's face also turned red at the mention of Alfie's physical love life.

"Alright love, I believe ya. Just no more about his bedside manner alright? I don't wanna picture that."

"And I don't think I want you picturing it witchy."

"Finally!!," you cheered, clapping your hands quietly, happy both men finally seemed to understand what was going on. But then it brought you to your next question.

"Alfie?.... Why are you here though?.... oh please don't tell me my mum sent you to pick me up?"

"What no, your mum wouldn't do that...wait she knows you're here? What's she got to say about the lanky carrot top here? And how long has this been going on?" Alfie used his fingers to point between your shirt and Finn's pants, indicating what specifically the last sentence meant. Slightly tired of all the questioning you sighed. 

"I called her last night to tell her. It was too late to go back to my apartment and Finn said I could stay here. His brothers were fine with it too....ohh have you met them? I think you'd like Arthur! He likes boxing too, ya know!....but she knows. Also don't call him the lanky carrot top, that's mean. And it's been going on for almost a year now. Not the sleepovers, but the dating bit. We met right before summer break and you know....kept meeting up."

"A fucking year! Hell Shiny, when were you gonna tell us?" Alfie was shocked once again. You'd been dating Finn a whole year and hadn't mentioned it? A small part of him was hurt too, that you hadn't told him yet. He vividly remembered only a couple years ago, when you'd barge into his house looking for Cyril and just start telling him all about your day. Finn stood by just watching the observation, rubbing his red hair self consciously. It wasn't even that red, was it?

"ALMOST a year, and to be fair we hadn't make it official until a few months ago. I just didn't mention it because I wasn't sure if he was really into me or not....But he was, which is great! And I actually told my mom last month and she said I could bring Finn over next weekend maybe to meet him. She was suppose to tell you.... OHH WAIT! I have an idea!"

You were bouncing again, pleased with your new plan. Your mum said you could invite Finn to the house next week, and even though from your calls she seemed to like him, you knew she wasn't just gonna let him slide right into your bed....figuratively speaking. You were her only child and knew she wanted to make sure you were being treated right, so you figured she'd be a bit hard on him at first. When speaking on the phone last week, you'd also overheard her asking Alfie if he'd mind coming over early that day. You knew she wanted him around for a bit more intimidation. The big, dark, grisly figure standing in the shadows, while she interrogated Finn about his intentions. But maybe this unexpected meeting could work in your favour.

"This is great!! Since you and Finn have just met, and you seem to get along great, you can help me show him off to my mum next week! You can vouch that's he's as good as he looks!"

Alfie just stared at you.

There wasn't a single world in which he wanted to positively vouch for any Shelby. Especially one who apparently thought it was acceptable to get within ten feet of you..... without a shirt too. But then again, you had this slightly infuriating way of looking at Alfie. One smile and he was suddenly letting you paint fucking flowers on his fence to brighten the front yard or blowing up who knows what in his backyard. He really did give you too much power sometimes...

"You want me to vouch for him!"

"Yes, I mean you don't have anything against him do you?"

"Fucking actually..."

"What the hell is going on?"

Finally, Tommy showed up, his boots slightly dirty from the barn outside. He'd woken up early to check on the pregnant mare. Only he came back inside to find almost his entire family staying in the front hall, in their pyjamas, along with Y/N and Alfie. The latter of whom he didn't realise was up. If he'd known Alfie was awake, Tommy would have skipped the horse today. If only to insure Alfie didn't go rummaging around. On top of that, Alfie was shooting Finn a glare, hard enough to make Tommy shiver, not that he showed it. What his youngest brother had done to deserve that baffled him, but Tommy had some idea it had to do with the young woman grinning ear to ear.

"Well?"

"Oh! Morning Tommy! Have you met Alfie? He's my stepdad!"

Tommy's nose wrinkled slightly and his lips drew into a thin line. But his eyes went wide and his brows furrowed in confusion. That was probably the last thing he'd expected to hear that morning.

"What?"

This time it was John who spoke up from the top of the stairs, eager to see more drama.

"Yep Tom! This one here is the spawn of Alfie's soon to be missus! Isn't that something?"

Tommy looked at you, and then Alfie, and then you again, then Finn, and finally back to you. Not because he didn't like you, but because he remembered the past, Tommy glared at you lightly.

"Are you a fucking spy? Because I won't have you going around with Finn if you're going to be sharing everything to Alfie here. And you better tell the fucking truth."

Surprised and slightly scared by his change in tone, you took a step back. Despite his reputation, Tommy had always been nice to you, if not a bit reserved like he was with most people. So hearing his "boss" voice was a bit jarring. Annoyed by his tone towards you, Finn and Alfie both stepped forward, glaring at the man who had spoken. You stared in confusion at Tommy for a second, before shrugging and laughing like he'd told a joke.

"Spy? I'm not a spy. What are you talking about Tommy? That's a funny joke though. Y/N the spy.... na I'm a terrible liar. Can't keep a straight face for the life of me. But why would I spy on you for Alfie? He's got nothing to do with the races or any shipping company like you run. It wouldn't make sense for me to share all your plans with him."

Behind you, both Alfie and Finn were drawing lines across their necks with a hand. The universal symbol for "don't say a fucking thing, change the subject", but it may have already been too late. You had glanced behind yourself to see if Finn had liked your joke and noticed the cutting motions of the two men. Suddenly your eyes widened, and you started looking between Alfie and Tommy, and then Alfie and the rest of the Shelbys. It was like a light flipped in your head and internally, Alfie winced at what might occur. But once again you surprised all of them.

"Wait! Are y'all working together!!.... Oh y'all do know each other! Alfie why didn't you just stay that in the first place? I wouldn't have made you shake Finn's hand again. That's why you're here isn't it? Y'all have business together? Are ya partners?"

Alfie cleared his throat and prepared to tell you the inevitable. Sure, he knew he should tell you he was a semi retired gangster, but he was slightly worried when you learned, you wouldn't look at him the same way anymore. He was afraid you'd be a bit scared of him, and for all intents and purposes, Alfie didn't want his kid to be scared of him.

"Well, Shiny... yes we are working together. You see..."

"OHH I KNEW IT! Are you gonna start selling bread at the races? I think that would be a great idea!! Like alcohol is great, but it would be so nice to have a muffin or something too.... OH OH OH ... I know! Alfie you should sell your sugar rolls! Finn you have to try them they're so good....Alfie has this special apron he wears when making them."

Alfie groaned at the mention of the pink apron your mother had gotten him last holiday. You really were just revealing all his secrets weren't you? And he couldn't even wack you over the head like he'd do with anyone else.... Finn process your words and then stared grinning as big as you were. He loved it when you started to go off on a tangent. After all it was a brilliant idea too. Finn always got hungry during the races. He was always hungry in general, but the anticipation of what horse would win made him hungrier than usual.

"That is a good idea! I get hungry at those and they never have any snacks. Why don't we do that Tom?"

Tommy just furrowed his brows again, completely lost to what was going on. That was one thing he realised when he first met you. See Finn, when given the chance to speak, could jump from topic to topic within minutes and never seemed to go on a straight path. You did the exact same thing....but much much more. And while it was amusing to watch at times, it could get dizzying when you and your boyfriend went round and round in circles. And if they didn't stop it quick, this would be one of those times.... It was too early in the morning for that. So Tommy interrupted. 

"Yes! That's exactly what we're doing. That's why he's here. To make plans to sell bread at the races."

It was a lie of course, but even Tommy could respect Alfie's wish to tell you on his own time. Besides, it wasn't actually a bad idea. Alfie nodded his head in agreement like they hadn't planned on robbing a train last night. 

"Yep Shiny, you got us. I remembered you mentioning it once, and thought why not see if I could pitch the idea. Didn't know you'd be here though. Kinda ruins the surprise so just promise to act like you didn't know. Be as sightful as my half blind eye yeah?"

Laughing, your rolled your eyes at your stepfather's joke, before yawning into Finn's chest. The early morning hour was starting to get to you again. You really had only come to use the bathroom before noticing Alfie. Now you just wanted to get back in the warm bed for a bit longer.

"Deal, alright. I can keep my lips shut. But only if you also add the knot shaped chocolate pastries to the menu too! Those are my favourite."

Finn's stomach interrupted the conversation causing the both of you to laugh. Even the mention of food was enough to bring his appetite back. Turning to your boyfriend you hugged him again, revelling in the warmth you loved to burrow into. Standing on your toes, you reached up to whisper in his ear and he smiled softly before nodding back. You turned to the rest of the room and addressed Tommy.

"Welp this was nice, but can we go raid your pantry please? It's been at least seven hours since this one's eaten, so soon he'll start to shrivel up."

Good-naturedly, Tommy rolled his eyes, he knew it was Finn sneaking around the kitchen only three hours ago. He was the only one who closed up the bags of food he stole from by placing another bag over the messily folded edges when he couldn't get a knot tied in the dark again. Finn was also the only one who made peanut butter and pickle sandwiches, leaving the dirty knife and plate in the sink for the next morning.

"That's fine, you two can go off, Alfie and I here have to finish a few details for the deal."

Giving Alfie another quick hug, you and Finn headed off leaving the rest of the company in the main hall. His arm was around your shoulder and they could see you laughing at something Finn whispered in your ear. Alfie watched for a moment. Maybe this wouldn't be too bad. At least you hadn't stated dating Sabini's nephew.  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

From the top of the stairs Arthur leaned over to John.

"Does this mean we can't slash his tires anymore?"

".....Eh probably."

"Fuck, was looking forward to that."

[harveyb-wabbit92]

[Hobie and his neighbor R/n accidently get thrown into jail (their just in Holding) after an incident, R/n was going over to Hobie’s flat to yell at him to turn down the music, while they’re arguing a woman comes rushing down the hall almost knocking R/n down.

the woman drops her bag in the process and R/n picks up the bag (Despite Hobie telling her not to touch it.) And calls out to the woman only for a scary amount of drugs & money to fall out of the bag, Next thing they knew, R/n and a facepalming Hobie were surrounded by Bobbies and hauled to jail for suspicion of robbery and drug smuggling.

the police chief believes that they’re innocent, R/n knowing how Hobie acts around the police, made sure he kept his mouth shut while they were questioned. but until they can get the footage from the building crappy cameras the two are stuck there. While they’re moping about it the chief’s wife comes in and while hugging her husband the wife looks at the guard standing in front of Hobie and R/n’s cell with bedroom eyes she blows him a kiss and winks.

Hobie snorts trying stifle a laugh while R/n’s jaw drops at boldness of the wife. Their guard smirks gives the wife a little nod than stands up a bit straighter when the Chief, completely unaware, turns to look at the stunned detainees and assures them they’ll be out soon.

Cut to an hour later Hobie and R/n are watching their guard and the chief’s wife vigorously making out in full view of their cell.]

Chief’s Wife: *breathless* Aron stop!

Guard *aka Aron*: Melissa you’re trembling, what’s wrong?

Melissa: Ian’s getting getting suspicious! You know he’s been asking questions at the gentlemen’s club! We have to get out of here!

*Hobie rolls his eyes as R/n follow them completely enthralled.*

Aron: … And say goodbye to all that money? I don’t think so.

*grabs Melissa’s hands*

Aron: We just need to bide our time.

Melissa: *slaps Aron hands away* How can I trust you Aron? when you haven’t even told Charlene about us yet?!

Aron: *appalled* have a heart Mellissa, the woman’s still in a coma!

*Melissa scoffs and looks away, R/n’s jaw drops, Hobie couldn’t care less.*

R/n, whispering in disbelief: a coma?

{Cue Ian walking in, Aron runs to the break room.}

Ian: Hi Honey! *Melissa smiles innocently at him*

Ian: *dropping the nice act* I just got back from the ambassador’s office, he thinks he going to kill our little real estate deal...

Melissa: We can’t let him do that, what about those pictures of him and that male escort?

Ian: There on their way to the news papers right now... We’re gonna destroy the old bastard!

Melissa: Perfect, Now all we have to worry about is Old man Jenkins... Maybe we should send your friend Eric to pay him a visit?

[They giggle to each other as another officer brings in a man who looked homeless, the man hurries into the cell and stands next to R/n excited.]

Vagabond: What did I miss? 

*Hobie shakes his head*

[later, R/n and her new friend are enticed listening to Ian tell Melissa a tragic story of his past, while Hobie stares at cell wall seemingly in his own little world.]

Ian:... And as I pulled her from the wreckage, She was so..*chokes up* d-disfigured, that I didn’t even know... It was my own sister! *breaks down crying*

Melissa: Don’t worry, Dimitri is the finest reconstructive surgeon in the world!

R/n: *whisper* Who’s Dimitri?

Vagabond: *whisper* He’s the head doctor at central Medical, him and Melissa had an affair last year then he-

Ian” SHUT UP IN THERE!

*R/n and the vagabond jump away from the bars startled, as Ian breaks down crying again.*

[later.]

Melissa, to Aron and Ian: We can still pull this off!

Aron: You’ll never get passed the DNA test Melissa, Even you’re lies aren’t going to be enough this time!

Ian: But Aron If you didn’t buy the mining rights, Than who did?

Aron: Don’t either of you see what’s going on? the perpetrator who bought the mining rights, is the same person who stole Ms. Margret’s diamond brooch, 

*R/n and the vagabond look at each other slack-jawed, Hobie pretending to nap cocks a brow.* 

Aron:...They're also the same person who framed Nathan for Andre's murder that horrid night! And that person’s name is...

Prison Guard: Okay Missy you and Your buddy are free to go.

R/n: Awww...

Hobie: *jumps off the cot outraged*What?!

Prison Guard: Move it.

[R/n complies while dragging a protesting and struggling Hobie behind her.]

Hobie: No! Five more minutes, You can’t just do this to me now! dammit!

R/n: C’mon... Brown, Don’t make this harder than it has to be.

Hobie: It was the Ambassador right? or Thurston?! No no The janitor...Wait no he’s Ian’s amnesic brother! Ekk! 

*He gets yanked out the office by one of the guards, while Ian, Melissa and Aron look at him like he's insane.*

[aconflagrationofmyown]

Origin of the Hollywood Hullabaloos Biker Gang

A Sarge & lil Mama Oral History (Elvis Presley fanfiction)

NOTE: Below are excerpts from Chapter Nine of the “Presley’s Remembered”, a project taken on by the youngest of Elvis and Elaine’s children, compiling interviews, recollections and anecdotes of their famous parents from the early days of their marriage till their late father’s death. In some instances the children interviewed the friends and acquaintances themselves, in other cases they utilized published memoirs and diaries, as well as interviews given on talk shows, radio and to official biographers. The sentiments below are included for their reminiscent value, they do not reflect the opinions or convictions of the Presley family, nor their endorsement as a perfectly accurate portrait of a very public family whose most private motivations were known to them and them alone.

Warnings: PG-13 at the worst? hinted mention of infidelity, the mob, cuckolding bets and a sickening amount of fluff

Billy Smith (cousin): There was this idea, Elvis pitched it to us but I’m pretty sure it was Elaine’s idea but, anyway, the idea was to start a motorcycle club, right? Like, that’s, that’s all there was to it, which sounds silly now in retrospect because it became such a, well, such a big thing ya know? But initially it was just Elvis Presley standing in his backyard in LA saying: “what if we made a bike club and only invited people we like?” And of course everyone immediately became supportive and worked really hard to be likable, you know, to guarantee an invite to be a member. A member of this club that didn’t even exist yet.

Red West (entourage): Oh yeah the bike club. You know how that started, right? It was nothin, I mean -nothin! Elaine and Thumper were already bikin’ through the Hollywood hills, down the canyons and all that whenever Elaine was in town. It’s what they did when Elvis wasn’t home and Elaine wasn’t on set with him. Sidecars and the crowd of kids strapped in and just crusin’. Probably kept the woman sane havin’ somethin’ she could sorta do on her own, get the uh, uh, ya know the uh, -any disgruntlement out. But it became pretty obvious Elvis wanted in on it. He got so excited by this idea Elaine had of him startin’ a whole club, and I remember he came tearing into the den at Hillcrest house to tell Elaine about it and, uh, Elizabeth was there, and uh, Elaine she, she listened to him real patient and animated like always -she always was that way for him you know, humoring him I think- and after he finished with all the details she just said, “that’s brilliant E!” and told him they oughta invest in, in uh, in some specialized leathers if they were gonna do it properly. And he said side cars for the babies too, like that was new, and she said “of course” and then you’ve EP tearing back outside to get the stuff ordered. And let me tell you, he was on cloud nine till he called Ann to tell her about it, and instead of the, the, the excitement, I guess, that he was expecting from her too, she was really miffed. Ann kept saying she and Elaine already had that and he needed to find another hobby. It was like stickin’ a pin in a balloon, man, it went from the only thing he cared about to being worth nothin’. Took Elaine like, like a week or more to build him back up. Those days they, they were kinda rough on him, little things really hit him hard at that time. Elaine -she was the only one to realize how, fragile I guess, fragile he was. Yeah. But of course, in the end, she cheered him up and now ya have the Hollywood Hullabaloo Club and it’s legendary.

Ann-Margret (co-star): Well now, I don’t want to overstep, overshare anything but you are right, it was very private at first, just me and Elaine going on joyrides with the kids. The kids got a little stir crazy in LA, more than they did in Memphis, you see. Elaine was very conscious that they needed to get out and be outside and there were concerns that in LA it wasn’t as safe for them to do so. So she had these custom made sidecars -trailers, is what they really were- and we’d pile them in and go out into the hills or sometimes south to the desert and just, get some sunshine and some wind in our faces. It was very special to me, that companionship with her, I felt it was very -healing, for the both of us. And I think, well, I believe it helped me feel forgiven. That she would share that -share herself- with me, and I found myself seeking her company more and more. Elaine was really a wonderful person to enjoy things with, she didn’t have to say a lot but you were never in doubt about whether she was engaged or not, she was always engaged. In the smaller things just as much as the large, and those rides were really simple and joyous, and I was a little selfish, I suppose, about them. She was very much herself on them, she was doing them for her own enjoyment, her children’s, it was one of the few times I saw her be abrupt with photographers or even fans. She really carved out that time for enjoyment and I had seen that, recognized that. But since I didn’t have the tact that she had, I just went ahead and told Elvis that those were special to her. And I guess that suggested his addition would detract from that, because it would, it would have suddenly made it more -in a bad way. I think he knew how much she gave to him, how much of herself, and how much she allowed him to have his own things and not encroach, she was so rarely jealous, really seemed to understand he was a force of nature and one person couldn’t hold all that attention. So I think he wasn’t so much sulking over not being wanted, as he was struggling with trying to mimic her, and be ok with her having her own thing. And he just wasn’t built like that, he needed all of her most of the time, and that’s just, that’s just how it was.

Jerry Schilling (entourage): first off I had to find someone who would make those massive pull behind wagons for the kids. And they had to be real safe, obviously, and it was a feat of engineering, Elaine designing them and making them exist. I’ve never seen Elaine throw money at something like she did those side cars. That’s not including the legal bribes either. And those ones lasted for about five whole months and then EP up and says it’s gonna be a whole gang and there’s gotta be more. This time lots of little side cars instead of the two large ones that Miss Ann and Miss Elaine were using before. So, with the bike club they just sorta divvied the kids up between everyone and there were some of the folks like the Cooke’s who had kids of their own. So it was a big production but the end product was such a blast, it was worth it. I mean it just went to show that EP really didn’t want to do much of anything without hauling his family along, just wasn’t compelling to him without them. And the gang grew from there.

Barbara Stanwyck (co-star): Oh god, the Hollywood Hullabaloo -god those were good times. It got to where I used to look forward to the parties and the dinners, because those Presley’s were masters at hospitality, but the biker gang? Oh that was madness and the most childish thing I’d engaged in -in forever. I didn’t have much of a childhood, been on the grind since 13, and the idea of having something so silly and fun and wholesome and just doing it, appearances and logistics be damned? God that was, that was everything and I know I wasn’t the only one who went in a little timid and then became rabidly devoted to our group. Hollywood’s culture was changing back then, and there were lots of rivalries and splits between the old guard and the new and serious actors and entertainers and it could all get a little mean and sore. But in the bike club? All that went away, you were with people and it humanized your rivals and your exs and turned you all into kids for a minute. I know a lot of rifts got healed through that, just as many wrecks of motorbikes happened too, but I’d say it was worth it.

Elaine Presley (when asked by her daughter): it was on the set of Roustabout, I believe, when Barbara piped up and told Elvis she knew how to ride. There was this brief break between filming one day and you should have seen how fast he tossed her onto his bike and drove off to prove it. Giddy in a cloud of dust and the whole movie set squawking about when they’d be back. She handled it like a champ, and I made a metal note she was gonna be invited, I could tell by his face that she was the sort we were looking for

Marlon Brando (actor): Hollywood can get so insular, so claustrophobic with all these cliques and pretentiousness and such. Drains your life away, and in between projects that can be a very down time. I was contemplating not even staying in the city for breaks when I heard about this lady who had succeeded at making a judge pass a law legalizing these motorcycle carriages. It was so she could bike with her kids. All five or six of them. A lotta kids. And my first thought was: she is either the worst mother or the most devoted one on earth. And I was curious about the mechanics of it. And so I asked around and heard from Sinatra that it was Elvis Presley’s wife. Which made sense, that’s where the money to throw at judges came from but I’d never heard anything that gutsy about her before that. I mean really, there were the rumors about Cooke but that was the usual shit. By far, the most I heard about her was the betting pool at the Coconut Grove where they had a pool over who could cuckold Elvis Presley first. And other than that, it sounded like she was good at making bacon and babies, right? I had this opinion of them (the Presley’s) that they had no idea what they were in for in this town. There was this contempt and lecherous fascination everyone in the industry had for them -and they were so generous and gracious about it. I really had some contempt for them, for what I thought was their naïveté. Until the thing about the bike carriage. I realized that Mrs Presley must’ve been sorta ingenious, or else hired someone clever, and I sure wished I had a mother who cared to take me along like that, you know? I just kept thinking of those carriages, kept thinking how it had to be an avid motorcycle fanatic to design them and so I stopped by the shop that made them. Asked who designed them. They said Elaine Presley. I went to Hillcrest House. I wanted to meet someone who liked motorcycles and kids that much. I mean, she had to be a good sort of person with those interests, right? Course then it was, it was like meeting human sunshine. Heavily pregnant sunshine. Elaine showed me around the garage, or the kids did is more like what happened, gave me a tour and she said how her husband would be bummed he wasn’t there to meet me. And I didn’t mind him, I mean I would have liked to meet him, and sure there’d been the business of Rita and him before the marriage. But that was water under the bridge, she’d used him to make me jealous, all there was to it. She said he was sweet, actually that’s my word. Boring is the word by Rita used. It had me thinking about him back then, it’s like, shit, he was a baby, you know? And the women they ate him up, used him like Rita did, used him like a bull. Made sense why he wanted to be married so bad, have someone who wasn’t in it to eat him up. But uh, my interest was in the woman who made those sidecars. In parting Elaine said I was welcome to swing by again, that I really had to meet “her boy”. I realized she meant Elvis Presley, he was her boy, and that made sense. That's how it felt it should be. So I ended up opening my big mouth and assuring this sweet girl I’d swing by again in a day or two. And of course all the kids watching me swear to their mother, I had to come back. That’s how I came to be -embroiled- in the scheme.

Lamar Fike (entourage): Yeah, yeah she’d be puttering around in the garage a lotta afternoons, before dinner but after the market and sports games. She’d be under a bike or two and the kids would be passing her wrenches and she’d be drilling them on their times tables. Homeshcoolin’ ‘em while changin’ oil, it was the craziest, loveliest thing I’d ever seen. Course the kids were so responsive to it, she’d give ‘em little rewards when they got numbers right, let ‘em tighten a screw or whatever. And it taught ‘em a lot about life and putting in the work for all the fun they then went and had on the road with their mama and Thumper. They saw her getting dirty and frustrated sure, they also saw her stick with it, finish a job. And keep coming back even though she coulda passed it onto me or anyone else. And yeah, sometimes EP would come home from the studio a little early and find her out there and he’d just lay down right next to her, get his nice Hollywood clothes all filthy, passin’ her stuff and askin the kids ‘bout their day. Course then the kids they’d go through the times tables or the spelling or everything all over again, whatever she’d had ‘em just rehearse and whatever they were whining about doin’ with her they��d get all excited to show him. The progress that they had made, they liked showin off for him. He liked workin’ out there with her, so much so sometimes you’d have to leave ‘em be, clear the garage out, ya know. He found that attractive about her, the kerchief in her hair and the grease and shit, he didn’t mind, probably got in trouble for ruinin’ his clothes but he liked playing with her like that. He liked her like that. And yeah, one day Marlon Brando just sauntered through, pulled along by young Jesse who was showin’ him everything and Elaine really actin’ sorta star struck. She wagged her finger at me when escorting him out, I remember she said “don’t you tell on me, Lamar!” -and I thought it was the cutest thing as all she’d done was be nice to him, she was just real loyal and scared of hurtin’ EP. Course they all became friends later.

Ann-Margret (co-star): The angriest I’d ever seen Elaine was after my phone call with Elvis. She actually drove to my house in her rare spare time and to use an Elvis' turn of phrase, she lit into me. She said I was really insensitive and stupid for discouraging him about the club and that I’d made him feel burdensome and like she, Elaine, was trying to get away from him in the few days he had to be with them. Which we both knew I hadn’t meant it that way, but of course that’s how he took it and she had a right to be mad. I just didn’t expect her to be as angry as she was. I truly hadn’t seen her temper to that degree, had once doubted its existence. She was very even keeled about annoying or hurtful things, I mean she found out about the affair and just sorta shrugged, for god's sake. I thought that would be the ultimate test. But no, no this is what sent her fury skyrocketing, she really was so sensitive to him being wanted by them and never feeling like he crashed in on his own family when he came back. Even though that’s exactly what he did. He was a huge disruption every time he returned but that’s not how husbands should be, that’s now how homelife is done, so she simply forbade it from being taken that way. And I realized then just how much she loved him, not only would she give up every shred of indepence for him, she told me that if I ever slipped up like that again and made him feel unwanted by either of us, she’d make sure I never saw them again, or could ever even get in contact. I remember really thinking she was gonna jam the firepower up my tush a few times that conversation. It was like a Chanel No. 5 scented tornado and it shook me up good. I never tried to stick up for Elaine Presley again, she said she could do it herself, so I let her. Before the month was out, there was a biker gang and we had matching leathers and a name and over a dozen new additions. There was nothing serene about those rides ever again, but it pulled Elvis out of a terrible funk that I blamed him for, and she didn’t. And that was the difference. She just changed the atmosphere till Elvis Presley could glow again, whatever it took. For the mid 60’s it was the Hollywood Hullabaloos and she invented them for him.

Red West (entourage): Ok but you know why she did it, right? Elaine liked it quiet and she liked it all small and private but she knew with EP wanting in that she couldn’t let Marlon Brando into the girl gang and not her husband, right? Like, she knew that. It was so funny the night she told him at dinner that Brando had come to the house and she’s all “actually it was me he wanted to see” and EP is like an excited puppy all wanting details and he got about fit to burst with excitement over the idea of Brando joining the gang and then it was like, a switch went off in his brain. He went all pale and quiet, smile went away. You could tell he was visualizing his wife on a bike with Marlon Brando. I thought he’d break the table top he got so angry by this mental image he hadn’t even admitted to. It was hilarious. And Elaine you know, she never argued with him. He was so jealous of her, and she never argued like a lotta broads would have. He would be irrational and she’d say “ok”. Then suggest a loophole. Always worked, and the loophole was him bein’ in too. Startin’ a whole gang. Thumper hated the idea, told EP the same and it deflated him, man. But I’m tellin’ ya, Elaine knew if she was going to get what she wanted then she had to bring him along, let him in on the action when he was on his free time. Became a big ole deal after that, remembered as his bike club and stuff, but nobody remembers it was ‘cause Elaine Presley was a clever broad and wanted to go riding with her friends.

Elizabeth Mansfield (family friend): We were at the table and after his initial excitement you could see Elvis pondering the logistics of Marlon Brando taking a liking to his wife and right about when he started to idly push his food around on his plate Elaine pipes up casually and says “his voice is sorta annoying, though.” and Elvis snaps “whose?” and Elaine goes “Mr. Brando’s! His voice doesn’t seem to match the rest of him. But I guess I’m spoiled.” The rest of the dinner was spent with Elvis defending Brando’s dialect.

Jerry Schilling (entourage): ok, no, no it wasn’t just sidecars ok? This was an entire procession of bikes and trailers and stuff, eventually we’d take these massive packed dinners Elaine prepared ahead of time and we’d have the most luxurious picnics and bbqs up in the hills and sometimes there was even camping overnight, if enough of the security made it with us. Elvis and Elaine had already done a lot of riding up there themselves, just goin’ on dates up there long before Thumper and Elaine took to it when he was gone, so E and E, they had all these areas scouted out and would even say this area is good for camping or this one’s got a creek or there’s a good tree to relieve yourself behind. Course with how all over each other they always were, we used to joke there wasn’t much country around that they probably hadn’t used for coupling. Every tree ya pissed against ya had to wonder if it’d seen action.

Barbra Cooke Womack (wife of Sam Cooke): Some of my last, carefree memories of Sam before his death were from that summer when they started the Hullabaloos. We weren’t really good bikers, Sam collected cars, that was his hobby, but being a biker wasn’t the chief requirement for the gang. If you were bad at biking they gave you a helmet and called it a day. Elvis would say “you know where the accelerator is right?” and Sam would shoot back “It’s the break I’m worried about” and Presley would say “that’s no way to live”, and Sam would laugh and that’s the sorta attitude they were looking for. Had to be carefree. And really, it pulled Sam and I outta the depression we’d been in after the loss of our son. (Mr. and Mrs. Cooke’s two year old son drowned in their swimming pool the previous year.) Elaine’s still got a picture hung at Graceland of her and Sam and Elvis and Anne all jiving on a plank of plywood. They’d have these dance offs and the kids were judges, and they’d dance it out on this minuscule square of wood that they hauled up for the grill. Because yes, they hauled a grill up into the hills. Yeah, anyway, one of my favorite pictures is that one, the two teams facing off, Sam and Elaine versus Elvis and Ann, and behind them our daughter Andrea and their girl Ella putting on their best juror faces. Good times.

Ella Presley (daughter): Yes, Andrea and I, with Barbra (Stanwyck) sometimes advising us in matters of technical form, would judge these contests very seriously. Very serious business I’ll have you know, really, really took it gravely. And the parents, they tried to keep it serious for us, that is, as long as possible. Then it would just turn into all out jollification and everyone would start grooving.

Ann-Margret (co-star): they’d be blaring Solomon Burke and Chuck Berry and Otis, we’d get down to anything with a beat, and invariably the kids would end up joining in. Or Elvis would forget he was supposed to be facing off against Elaine and just end up cuddling up to the competition. Like, hey man we have high stakes here, burgers are at stake!

Marlon Brando: What was that -the uh, the Chuck Berry song, Elvis would always grab her and they’d just start swiveling together in perfect unison, ‘most playfully erotic thing I’d ever seen against the glow of a sunset on the hills. The kids were used to it. H-how’s it go? Something uh, something like uh-

Daisy Mae Presley (daughter): Mhmm, yeah, a staple was “You Never Can Tell” by Chuck Berry and daddy loved grabbing mama and acting it out. They weren’t broke teenagers when they married but he was obviously trying to relate to it.

Marlon Brando: uh, how’s it go, it’s uh, uh, (sings mumbling) “It was a teenage wedding and the old folks wished ‘em well,”…yeah, that one. Swiveling, the both of em, in the middle of the campsite. A free show, it was crazy.

Ella Presley (daughter): Jesse and I had some tournaments too, later on. And there was wrestling as well, I remember daddy would get into it with anyone, and then all the kids versus him and Jerry or him and Marlon. Just dancing was something the family did, came natural, that urge to move. Something about a bonfire and twilight brings it out of anyone I think, twilight -you could be anywhere at twilight. You can go back home in your mind.

Jackson Presley (second son): Actually, come to think of it, I’m pretty confident my first memory was sitting on a bike. In mama’s lap, had to be, and looking up at this rustling blob of pink. I later learned the blob was a massive bougainvillea vine and my dad was trying to climb the thorny thing to get back one of my sisters' hair bows. What? Oh, no, I-I don’t know if he was successful. The thorns make me doubt it but, he was stubborn ya know, so if he hadn’t gotten it I bet we’d still be there. So yes, I guess.

Marlon Brando (actor): I ended up liking Elvis, and Elvis’ family, infinitely more than I uh, I anticipated. Not really news is it? (chuckles) I did swing back by Hillcrest House and I got fed the best meal of my life and I got to watch the kids all interacting and I got to watch this famous couple interacting, and something about it really satisfied me. It was holy chaos everywhere, all the time, with a center of peacefulness at its core. Those were genuine, happy times, everyone was still putting effort into being a unit, in their family. Really the glory days of Elaine’s showmanship of you're going to base your judgments about motherhood on the children’s presentation and mental well being. I think if she got a medal, it should be for what she did in the 70’s, to hold them all together, but if you’re thinking of what is now remembered as that classic family, those were the years. Picture perfect, even when you got on the inside, and I wanted inside. You bet I did. Probably because there was always this wicked little undercurrent to keep things interesting, to keep that marriage’s integrity. I saw that, and I liked it. They were best friends, Elvis and Elaine, and the camaraderie floated down to their kids and to the rest of the gang. And I kept coming back for more. And soon I found myself and my precious bike saddled with a sidecar and a Presley child in it, spending my Los Angeles autumn’s getting a sore back from camping on the ground. No one else coulda made me do that, you’d have to pay me and even then, I dunno. But I did it for free, gave my free labor even, over five years, whenever they were in town.

Daisy Mae Presley (daughter): I got Marlon, always. Or almost always. Probably demanded him and raised hell unless I got him, I just really liked his personality. Everyone in the Memphis Mafia was so scared of pissing daddy off by somehow risking us or hurting us, God forbid. So they always drove like pussies when they had us, and there was no fun in that. And Rosalee was always a scaredy cat, so she was with daddy and I got Marlon. Used to ribb Rosalee about how daddy drove like a maniac and so she was always choosing the scariest ride but she always insisted she felt safer with him. And of course she was. We all were. I just didn’t care for safe, ha. Of course, now it’s notorious that a monster joined and was carting Jesse around for a whole summer before we learned he was Nevada Cost Nostra.

Elaine Presley (being asked by a reporter on the street): There were never mobsters in the bike club, Mr. Corleone himself owned nightclubs and his methods were unorthodox, that’s it. He was an entrepreneur. I met his wife once. I don’t I trust my children to mobster or thugs

Daisy Mae (daughter): He was totally a mafia guy. Like a real Italian mafia guy. He helped mama with the FBI wire taps at Graceland for the divorce case, his level of contacts were insane. Oh I…maybe I shouldn’t of said that I-

Marlon Brando (actor): Daisy was a unique kid even back then, never fit in with her sisters, acted like one of the brothers and was fearless. Pretty obsessed with her dad’s attention even back then, but she was always trying to earn it by being a daredevil just like him. It took about two years but once he realized I’d rather die than hurt one of his kids, Elvis gave the go ahead and Daisy and me, we’d take jumps and go over the dunes, catching some much air. The hypocrite was already doing it himself with Rosalee in the sidecar the whole time. But hey, he -he was protective, and the kids knew they were special, loved, all ya can ask for as a kid. That, and uh, that and your own motorcycle chauffeur, I guess.

Ella Presley (daughter): We knew things had really changed when it went from family drives and Mama and Tamale (the nickname the Presley children gave to Ann Margaret) taking us out, to daddy piling us all in the caddy and taking us to get leathers made. We had gear before, mama used to pack us in so well that we’d probably have survived a nuclear attack besides a wreck. (laughs) But yes, we got to stylize our own helmets. I got a plain black one and brought it back and painted it, because that’s what mama did with hers. Mine had like this flower crown of pink flowers on black, very hippy, according to Daddy. I was six, ok! And there wasn’t some gritty aspect to motorcycles in my mind, I’d grown up seeing mama on them in her skirts and lipstick, jewels hanging onto her ears for dear life when she picked up speed. A painted flower crown on my helmet seemed very fitting to me, alright? Give me some slack here.

Daisy Mae (daughter): Ella really had no idea about being badass and all that biker stuff that I don’t ever remember even talking to Marlon about but, sorta like osmosis, I got the general vibe that we were hot stuff. At five years old. (Rolls her eyes) But Ella, Ella was all pink and black like mama. And daddy was cooing and thinking it was the cutest thing. Then, then daddy had mama’s leather pants monogrammed. And Ella wanted that too. He melted on the floor in horror when she asked.

Barbara Stanwyck (co-star): so when this thing got serious, really got off the ground, that whole family turned out looking sharper and more coordinated than the Von Trapps. A lot groovier, too. And then came the kicker, Elaine had these leather trousers that, being Elaine, they looked phenomenal on her stems, and a cheeky EP monogrammed on the back pockets. Picture it. An initial per ass cheek, dark pink on black. Looked like a spanked butt, and of course her husband loved it, I’ve never seen him take such public appreciation for vulgarity on her like that, but who can blame him? You’ve seen the pictures, she’s scorching hot in them, and they’d save her from roadburn so, all was good. Till Miss Ella pipes up and says she wants some, too.

Ann-Margret (co-star): Always like mama that one, and watching and imitating her to a Tee. And most of the time it pleased Elvis endlessly, but this time, you could see him connecting the dots of his little girl being just like her mama who was his wife who he was so rabidly hungry for. And he barked that no way in hell could she get those leathers. And of course the poor little dear had no idea where she’d gone wrong. So he immediately chased her as she ran upstairs crying, making amends by helping her repaint the sidecar to look exactly like her mama’s bike. But no monogrammed leathers.

Billy Smith (cousin): EP got me this gorgeous, macho beauty of a motor, all bronze and black and masculine. And I couldn’t wait to take it for a spin up in the hills, outrace ‘em all. Then the day of the first outing I went outside and saw I got saddled with a pink and black little sidecar hooked up to my bike and just like that, my Isle of Man dreams were over.

Marlon Brando (actor): I got pretty excited about this, uh, this whole thing, I was itchin’ to go. Didn’t get what all the fuss was about. I’d seen Elvis hanging around the house, I could see Elvis going a million miles a minute wanting to get on with it but then he’d have to have it picture perfect, so the outing would get canceled till the cars got swapped with the bikes till they matched, the colors, the aesthetic had to please him and it would take a big reshuffle and -all that. I got pretty sick of it, like -when’s this gonna begin? Day before we had been almost ready, then someone forgot the gramophone and that caused a lotta commotion and by the time it was solved the rain had come. So the next morning, we swear we are all going, hell or high water. It’s happening, we were all burned out on making it perfect, just wanted to joy ride, right?

Barbara Stanwyck (co-star): I’ll never forget that morning everyone was loading up and mounting their bikes and Elvis pauses by Marlon’s and starts showing this funny look on his face the longer he inspects the sidecar and Marlon’s bike.

Ann-Margret (co-star): I saw him reach out his hand and sorta thumb at the orange stripe on Marlon’s fender, it didn’t go with Daisy’s purple sidecar, you see.

Barbara Stanwyck (co-star): and then Marlon, in a voice he usually saved for the stage snarled- “leave Papa’s bike alone, Mopey” and Elvis just -obeyed. It was the funniest thing ever, he used Elaine’s nickname for him and Elvis didn’t bat an eye.

Ann Margaret (co-star): E clutched his hand to his chest like he’d been burned by the metal and went and got on his bike without another word. We actually made it out of the gates that day. The rest was history.

Finis~

Thank y’all so much for reading! This was an entirely new style of storytelling for me and I’d really love to hear your thoughts and get your suggestions if there are other topics you think might be interesting to be explored in this way. My very big thanks for sweet Christi for holding my hand through this and giving her feedback.

One of the things that interests me with this whole series is painting a dichotomy between the vulnerable and intimate voyeurism we get to experience with the one shots, verses how this couple is perceived by their associates and the world at large. It just makes it more real for me and I hope it did for you.

Also, as a side note, you may have noticed I tried to keep some of these individuals as rather unreliable narrators, their prejudices or existing recollections of Elvis’ real life being a bit… biased… one way or the other. I suppose I keep outing myself on who I’m not fond of in the MM. oops

Xoxoxo 🌹 Marina

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[doll-elvis]

I’m kind of surprised at the ask you answered about Linda Thompson because you made it seem like Elvis wasn’t all that into her. A lot of guys in the Memphis mafia have said that Linda was the best for him and that he should have married her instead of Priscilla. So clearly he must have really loved her if the guys say that lol.

I’m sorry that was definitely not my intention 😭 I think I even said I had no questions as to why Elvis loved her, she gave him many years of happiness. And like with most of the women in his life, I believed he still loved her even after their separation. The anon was just asking why Elvis did some of the things he did while he was still dating Linda, like wanting to be photographed with Diana Goodman, and introducing other women as his girlfriend on stage, and I was just responding to it with the info that I have read. And from what I have read, and as Linda says herself, as the years went on they grew apart and their relationship evolved into something more platonic

And I know you didn’t exactly ask a question but I thought I would expand on you saying that many of the guys thought/wished Elvis would have married Linda Thompson as I think it again shows the importance of understanding why perspectives may vary 🤧

I have been fortunate enough to read all of the Memphis Mafia’s individual and group books// and something I’ve noticed in particular about the MM is that they tend to judge Elvis’ relationships based on how much they personally liked/or got along with the girl

For example Priscilla Presley tolerated the Memphis Mafia but never got particularly close to any of them, and as she tells it, often kept to herself/remained silent. So their choice of words for her was “cold” “bitch” “fake” “false” “unfriendly”

In fairness, she very well could have been all of those things, I didn’t personally know her then but I have to question if they viewed her as that simply because she didn’t embrace their group

I think this comes down to their male perspective: perhaps they were not understanding of the fact that a 17-year-old-girl would likely feel uncomfortable and resort to being quiet/reserved when surrounded by a group of rowdy and unfamiliar men

Priscilla is by no-means a saint but I really sympathize with her in that regard

It was the same situation with Ginger Alden, who didn’t manage to form relationships with the group as it was very split up by the time she and Elvis had met. She (mind you a 20-year-old girl) was also called “cold” “bitch” “uncaring” “quiet” “boring” “sad”

And again, she could have very well been all those things, I didn’t know her personally but as someone who is very quiet in person, I know the feeling of other people assuming you are “cold” or a “bitch” because you are keeping to yourself

So this makes me question if women like Priscilla, Ginger, Juliet Prowse, Tuesday Weld etc. etc. were actually “cold and “bitches” or did some of the men just not appreciate women who didn’t warm up to them?

In contrast you have women like Ann Margret and Linda Thompson, who were very personable, and generally had no qualms with accepting the Memphis Mafia into their lives

Marty Lacker : “The difference in Priscilla and Linda was the same as the difference between Priscilla and Ann-Margret—neither one of them felt threatened by anybody (in reference to the Memphis Mafia)”

Sonny West : “We loved her and she (Ann Margret) accepted us in the way others didn’t. There was no jealousy there, she just accepted us being around”

Sonny West: “Linda had that southern spunk and it just made her fit right in with us”

Lamar Fike: “We all liked Linda, she had a good, fun, personality”

So when asked about Ann Margret and Linda Thompson, you will often find the Memphis Mafia saying that they were the girls Elvis should have married, they were the best for him etc. etc. and again I can’t help but wonder if they believe that because they were the women who got along with them

This is why I find female perspectives (who were not romantically linked with Elvis) particularly refreshing, for example the wives of the Memphis Mafia, and employees like Nurse Tish, the secretary Becky Yancy, the maids Mary Jenkins and Nancy Rooks, his cousin Patsy Presley and his friend Patti Parry

I cannot tell you how important I find this passage below about Ginger from the perspective of Elvis’ female maid, Nancy Rooks ⬇️

“Ginger and I had lunch several months after Elvis died, and I came away with a more sympathetic view of her. I think she has been unjustly accused in some ways and somewhat misunderstood in the events of that day. There was probably nothing that she could have done to prevent his death, any more than the rest of us could not have done anything to have saved him. Elvis was a strong personality, and was used to having his way. Ginger was very young at the time. I sometimes have thought she may have been in way over her head in her relationship with him at such a young age”

(excerpt from “Inside Graceland”)

I appreciate that many of the women in his life are able to be sympathetic and understanding, as opposed to judging a woman based on how beautiful she was or how much she talked

Like when the Memphis Mafia are prompted to talk about a woman in Elvis’ life, most of their initial thoughts on them are in regards to their physical appearance

- When asked about Natalie Wood, this was Lamar Fike’s initial response: “I thought she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen”

- Billy Smith’s first initial thought on meeting Priscilla: “I thought Priscilla was beautiful ”

-Marty Lacker on first meeting Barbara Leigh “She was wearing this sheer, almost see-through, yellow gown. She turned around, and Elvis introduced us. She was a beautiful girl”

- Red West on meeting Ann Margret “She was unbelievably sexy. Us guys couldn’t sleep on the nights we knew we were going to be seeing her

- Alan Fortas’ initial impression of Tuesday Weld “She was the most beautiful girl I’d ever laid my eyes on”

I’m convinced a woman could have run over Elvis with her car and if she was beautiful enough these men would have commented on that first 💀

[siconetribal]

Put It On My Tab: Chapter 4

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!reader

Tag: @vbecker10 @wordsfromshona

Warning: Fluff and humor, mention of crime, cursing

Summary:

Everyone deserves time off, and the vigilantes of Gotham are no exception to the rule. The boys decide to take a weekend to let loose. Who knew a few drinks would lead to a stranger in bed?

Author Note:

I'm back with part 4! Life got in the way a bit, so it was slow typing. Please let me know if you want me to add you to any tag list!

PLEASE READ WARNING ALWAYS.

Stupid, stupid, stupid! How did I not see the connection?! “Anyone could’ve made that mistake, right, Magnus?” The infamous Red Hood turned his head and came face to face with the snarling mug of one of the four gargoyles that adorned his usual perch for patrol. “I mean, she kept saying she was some sweaty old sleazebag toying with younger players. I knew she wasn’t, but still," his voice trailed off at the weak excuse. "Also, why would I think I’d ever meet her in person? And like that ? I made such an ass of myself  and I promised to kick my own ass for being an ass.” He audibly groaned, shaking his head. “How much did that shithole of a hotel charge her anyway? I didn’t ruin the room that badly, ” he scoffed. Clearly she’s exaggerating, right? He frowned to himself, thinking back to that fateful morning four months ago. 

“I know, I know, I should pay for the damages. It’s the right thing, blah, blah, blah, and all that crap, I get it! I just, how do I even find her? In all of this?” He motioned towards the city laid out before them with a sweep of his arm. Even more, the crime ridden city was alive with idiotic hoodlums and unsavory masterminds slinking through the dark of night. It was not as active as other days, but there was just enough of a steady flow where he was able to distract himself from the predicament at hand and avoid the potential pestering of his brothers. I don't need Grayson on my ass. His badgering will have the others questioning, and the little demon spawn investigating into this. I don't need him getting in touch with her first. Who knows what sort of shit he'll say. He might think she holds some secret of mine or that she's some secret herself.

"Well, for starters, you could try talking to a human instead of a hunk of chiseled rock."

Shit, I should've kept my mouth shut. He hung his head at the familiar voice. "Grayson, what are you doing here?"

"I was trying to get in touch with you, but you weren't answering your com, so I came to see if you needed help. Seeing as you were having a heart-to-heart with a gargoyle, seems like it was a good call on my part." Red Hood glared up at Nightwing who was smirking back at him.

"Magnus is a great listener , leave him out of it."

"You named the gargoyle?" Nightwing raised a brow and tilted his head to one side. "Should I be even more concerned?"

"If you're done being a pain, I'm having a serious conversation here. I'm fine, you can-," he began to dismiss the elder Robin but stopped as he took a seat. "Completely ignore me and take a seat, great." He sighed.

"You could talk to me. Unlike Margret over here, I can participate and give you answers."

"One, his name is Magnus. Two, I didn't ask you anything, you sat on your own. Three, I said he was a great listener not an orator."

"Aww, c'mon little red, give me a chance. You know, I'm pretty good at sleuthing." Nightwing grinned, lightly elbowing Red Hood. "So, tell big brother Nightwing what's got you grumpier than usual." He rested his chin on his hand as he leaned in closer. He could practically see him batting his eyelashes behind the domino mask. Red Hood shoved him back, letting out an annoyed scoff. Hearing him shout, Red Hood snapped his head back around to see him gone. What, no way! "Nightwing?" There was no response. "Grayson?" He hopped up on to his feet and peered over, but saw nothing hanging or on the ground. " Dick?! " He panicked, looking around the corner once more, when he heard something from behind. Letting out a heavy sigh, he turned to see the one and only Nightwing standing on the ledge with a smug smirk on his face.

“Made you look.”

“Shut up,” Red Hood shook his head. “You’re not going to let this go, are you?”

“Nope, not until you tell me what’s going on.”

Well, it can only get worse if I don’t say anything. Jason took in a deep breath and held it for a couple of seconds before forcefully pushing it out. There was no doubt that if he kept trying to ignore the elder Robin, he would soon be the center of attention for all the Bat Kids. The last thing he needed was a family of crime fighters and detectives following him around trying to figure out was going on. “Remember a few months back, we had that weekend off, and we all decided to go have fun?”

“Yeah, the one where you vanished with some random woman and came back the next day. You refuse to talk about it, I remember. What about it?”

“Yeah that, so, she paid for the room we shared and left ahead of me because she had to get to work. Regular shit,” he waved it off.  “I just found out that she’s been loaded with a heavy bill to pay because the coffee maker broke and supposedly damaged the room. I didn’t know about this until now because I realized IAmBatman is her, and she was telling me about some jackass who trashed the room, and she has no idea how to even get in touch with him. I didn’t realize it until after we both logged out for the night, and now I’m trying to figure out how do I meet her and how do I try to make shit right again.”

Nightwing silently sat beside his brother, trying to piece the puzzle together on why Jason wanted to help this woman and what does he have to do with the damaged room. It made no sense why he would need to pay for room damages if she took responsibility and broke the machine. Plus, it was only a night, not like they’re dating or anything. Why is he so hung up on this? “Well, why do you need to make things right again? Did she tell you about the broken coffee maker and is trying to squeeze money out of you? She might’ve found out you were a Wayne somehow.”

“No, she doesn’t have a clue who I am. She was just venting to me because I asked her to explain what the hold up was.”

“So, she’s trying to get you to pay without knowing you’re the guy she slept with?”

“I told you, we didn’t have sex like that. It was, we literally just slept next to each other on the bed. I was way too plastered because the shithead harassing her drugged her drink and I took it to keep her from getting dragged into shit.”

“I know, I know, I just wanted to hear it again! It’s not every day the dashing Red Hood doesn’t get the girl.” He laughed. “But getting back to the point, she said the room was damaged, but you said it was the coffee maker? Did the hotel reach out to you too?”

“No, they didn’t have any of my information and I didn’t call them.”

“Okay…then, who broke the coffee maker? Did she break it and ran, hoping she could pin it on you?”

“No,” he answered after a short pause.

“Did the housekeeping break it, and she thinks it’s you?”

“No.” he answered again after a slightly longer pause.

“Ok, then, who broke the coffee maker?” Red Hood sat in silence, contemplating his answer, and Nightwing waited, trying to figure out who should be the one held responsible to better guide his brother. “I’m sorry, what did you say?” Red Hood mumbled under his breath again. “Wanna try that again?” Nightwing heard a louder mumble, but still could not decipher. “Bro, you’re gonna have to speak up, I can’t hear you with that helmet on your head.” He knocked on the red mask.

“ I said I did! I broke the fucking machine by accident, and I didn’t realize it did so much damage. There, ya happy now? ” He shouted at Nightwing who was now leaning away from him and staring at him. 

“What, how did you break a coffee maker? Did you chuck it at a wall or something?” He leaned forwards once more, even more confused with this revelation.

“I don’t know, I just wanted to make a cup, and it broke! Shit spilled everywhere, I used some towels and I thought it was good!” Red Hood threw his hands up in the air. “Now she’s footing a bill with damages to the room, and I’m the asshole that she never wants to see again. I want to find her, but I don’t have a fucking clue on how to do that. If I tell her online, she can just log off, and I won’t ever be able to fix this shit, and I’ll lose my quest buddy!”

“Shit, you are an asshole if the bill is that high, and she’s still pissed about it! You definitely can’t come clean online. She’d never speak to you again.” Nightwing leaned back on to his hands and looked up at the night sky. “She’s never shared any sort of information about where she lives? Some people are dumb enough to do that.”

“Nothing, her profile gives no hints and the only thing I know is that she’s in Gotham City.” He shook his head.

“Well, at least we know that much. Oh, I know! Her IP address! You can get her location through her IP address! Find out where she works. I’m guessing she has a few odd jobs racked up to make ends meet with that bill. She might not say the name of the place, but if it’s retail or something specialty, you can narrow it down to places nearby and expand from there. Make sure she is who she’s saying she is and have a chance meeting, or invite her to meet in person. She might agree to it, and you can finally confront her about what happened and fix it.”

IP address, he hit his head. Why didn’t I think of that! “You know what, thanks, Grayson. You actually helped me.”

“What do you mean, actually ? Of course, I’d be helpful! Unlike Maggie here, I have a brain.” He scoffed.

“Again, his name is Magnus and secondly,” Red Hood suddenly stood up. “We’ve got some thugs to catch.”

“Oh, together, how romantic.”

“ Shut up ,” Red Hood shook his head as the two of them took off into the night to catch the gang members. A weight was lifted off the young vigilante’s shoulders with this new plan of action in place. He would now be able to rest in peace knowing he was one step closer to finding her.

[randomfoggytiger]

X-Files Collector's Edition: Curated suitablyaggrieved/ScullyLovesQueeueg's Cancer Arc Fic

ScullyLovesQueequeg, known as suitablyaggrieved here on Tumblr, is one of my angst authors I reread when I'm in the juicy angst mood. In one of those reread binges, I decided to highlight four of my favorite cancer arc pieces.

Loose chronological order below~

@suitablyaggrieved/ScullyLovesQueequeg's  

#4 Come Here, Let Me Fix It For You

""I’m sorry,” Mulder said, his apology minutes late, though sincere. “I shouldn’t—I shouldn’t be lecturing you. It’s none of my business what it is you do when you’re not working. Just know that I was worried when I got a call you were in the hospital.”

Scully was worrying the very tip of her thumb, chewing it to the point where it seemed almost unrecognizable. Mulder spoke and she glanced up at him, her eyes narrowing a bit, as if she were trying to complete a puzzle that was missing pieces.

“Thank you,” She said that lowly, as if forbidden, and that’s when Mulder noticed it. Her cross was not on her neck.

“Scully, what happened to your necklace?” He asked.""

Post Never Again-- Mulder's bristling over Scully's personal life melts in the face of her underlying fear. He makes it up to her by fixing her broken chain; and she opens up about what she needs from him.

Day 2 - You've Gone to the Bathroom 50 Times Today (Ao3)

""A silence fell between them and Scully felt a distinct throbbing pain just above her eye, that caused her lid to twitch. She stood up, and headed for the door.

“It’s not what you think,” She said, but Mulder stood and followed after her. Normally, she would have protested, but she did not this time, leaving the door to the water closet open. Mulder waited outside, leaning against the wall so he couldn’t see inside, since she had kept the door open.""

Pre-Memento Mori Scully is shocked Mulder's been watching her rush off to the bathroom all day. She assures it's not because of Jerse; and has his full but shaken support after expressing her fears of cancer.

Creeping Distress - Chapter 1 - Midnight Drive

""Well, there’s still time. We can’t do the Liberty Bell, but there’s other things to do. It’s only midnight. I know a diner we could go to, if you want.”

“That’s—that’s not what I meant.” Scully says, though she is smiling because Mulder is a good friend.

“I know. I know what you meant. I meant what I said, too. Thereis still time.""

Scully can't sleep after her latest treatment; and Mulder insists on driving her around until she gets sleepy.

Funeral For A Day

""She’s so frail and thin that it’s a miracle that she could even get out of bed, much less make it to the service. Bill is angry; he doesn’t understand, and rightfully so, how could he? Margret understands and she goes with her daughter, because she knows that there is something between them, somewhere past the late nights spent in the car. There has to be something in the fact that her daughter hasn’t seen any men since her partner chased away all her interest in them, years ago. Maybe it’s the fact that he lets Margret call him Fox and doesn’t correct her, and allows Bill to talk down on him. Maybe that’s the proof that there is a deeper connection....""

Unstated but arguably an AU to Gethsemane-- Scully and Maggie attend Mulder's funeral after he committed suicide. Maggie believes he had faith, even if he didn't believe in God.

There we go!

Enjoy!

[ninjastormhawkkat]

The Last Superheroes/What Happened To The Real Steven Boxleitner Lore Update - Part 2

-Carl never found love again after what Maddrix had done. He was horrified and shocked. He hated his actions so badly, but try as he could, Carl could never fully hate Maddrix. Poor Carl's heart was never the same after that. -After he was kidnapped by people who worked for the B.E.A.W labs (melody's facility where her oc Carrie was kidnapped). He was forced to work and punished for misbehavior by his tormenters and kidnappers. He was sad at the though to never see or know where his children were, but he was happy the people at the facility had no clue either. Steven Boxlietner -In this au Steven is Carl's nephew. His dad Thomas Boxleitner had him and his sister Jessica who was named after her mother. -Steven and his family lived in Northic City most of their lives which was far away from Hope City (now Fair City). -he was only able to interact with Gene a few times before he interned for his uncle in Northic University. -he reunited with Gene there. -Gene was staying with Carl who moved to Northic City after the massacre Maddrix caused. Gene wanted to stay out of public eye long enough so people would forget about him being Maddrix's son. -Carl wanted to keep Gene so he was a bit protective over him, even with his nephew, but calmed down when he saw how happy Gene was again with interacting with his cousin and new best friend. (Rebecca Fuller being his old one, aka Stargirl) -Victor and Emily were old enough to be out of the house by the time Carl moved to Northic. They kept in contact with their dad and brother though. -Somehow the B.E.A.W labs people found out about Gene's adaptation abilities. They tried to buy Gene from Carl but he refused. They kidnapped Carl and tried to get at Gene, Steven tried to help his friend escape but was shot. Gene escaped, believing his friend to be dead with no idea what happened to his father. Steven survived his gunshot wound and was taken along with Carl where he was too forced to work in deplorable conditions under his captors. He and his uncle were kept together fortunately. Thomas Boxleitner -Thomas and his family thought with sadness and horror for a while that Carl, Gene, and Steven had died in an accidental lab explosion. (It wasn't an accident but created during the scuffle.) -Victor and Emily weren't around when it happened with Emily still in University and Victor working for a group called The Agency under Margret Fuller (Rebecca's aunt). The Agency was a group that worked to stop the monsters of the world even by death. -Victor was the one who began to hear reports of a Professor Steven Boxleitner living in Fair City. He thought it was his cousin Steven but was shocked and joyful none the less when it was his brother Gene who was hiding under Steven's name from the facility. -Margret was old friends with Carl before the Massacre. She worked with Thomas to help develop cover identities allowing Emily and Victor to claim his last name. Thomas let Gene keep his son's name since he knew Steven would want Gene to be safe. -Thomas was broken hearted to hear how his son was "confirmed dead" by Gene and that is brother is still missing somewhere. It's not Gene's fault though, Gene assumed as well Steven had died from the gunshot. They left the obituary for their son as is so not to arouse suspicion. -Sadly a rift has formed between Thomas' family and Carl's children. Thomas did not react well when Gene became Dr. Two Brains and a villain. He yelled at Gene and told him he was ruining the reputation of his deceased son's name and making a mockery of Carl's work. He also emotionally yelled at Gene that he was becoming like what Maddrix wanted him to be. Yeah....Gene got distraught over the words, Victor and Emily got pissed. Margret had to step in to prevent blood being spilled. Thomas still let the siblings have their cover identities, but now neither sides want to do anything with the other. There are times when Thomas did feel regret for his words, but stubbornness and pride and grief prevents both sides from talking things out as well as any apologies that need to be said.

[xxang3l-trapxx]

Amongst The Rainbow Streets

Here’s a pride fic for Final Destination!!!

Olivia pounds back another shot of tequila at the local lesbian bar, it’s called BlackRose Bar or something, laughing and boozing the day away with Nathan.

“So you’ve spent all this time looking through lonely hearts dating apps, and you still haven’t found anyone for that party next week? Bullshit, you’re cute,” Nathan slurs in disbelief, chugging his vodka soda.

Olivia laughs drunkenly, before grabbing the last shot from her tray and downing it. “I know, I know! Despite my unbelievably hot body, I have been lacking in maidens for eons,” she bemoans, leaning forward, her long hair brushing the sticky bar counter.

Nathan sympathetically rubs Olivia’s back, smiling.

She smiles, before standing up and yanking her shorts down. “I’ve gotta piss. Watch my purse for me,” she loudly announces, pocketing her phone. Nathan pretends to make a disgusted face, but gives a thumbs up.

Olivia saunters over to the women’s bathroom, apologizing to a bar patron who she bumps into on the way in.

She enters the small space, fixing her hair and her earrings and bra. Humming along to Lady Gaga’s “Born This Way”, Olivia splashes her face with water, looking up at the mirror above the sink.

Just as she’s about to leave, she hears sniffling and quiet sobs. Is someone crying?

A quick glance around the bathroom deduces that a pair of shoes; white Mary Janes, peek from the 5th stall. Olivia walks over to the stall and knocks on it hard.

“Ay, you alright in there? If you need a tissue, I don’t have any, but if you need me to beat someone up I can do that,” she cringes at herself for being so blunt.

The stranger in the stall stops crying for a minute, before unlocking it.

Inside of the stall is a beautiful young woman, with blonde hair and bloodshot green eyes. She’s wearing grey, pink and white eyeshadow, with glitter in the transfemme flag colors decorating the corners of her eyes.

Ah, so she’s a trans demigirl, Olivia thinks to herself. She looks up to Olivia, and rubs at her face, taking off some glitter with it.

“Ah, crap, sorry for crying,” she says, looking down at the floor.

Olivia bends down the the woman’s level, putting a hand on her shoulder.

“Don’t apologize for that girl, it happens. Now, you wanna tell me what happened? I’m all ears,” she soothes, brushing the other woman’s hair behind her ears.

The woman looks down at her lap, playing with the hem of her pink floral skirt.

“W-well, I came here with my friend, and we were having a good time. But then he went to go get food for both of us, and I got lost! And when I was trying to find him, some guy tried feeling me up and kept saying how he always wanted to fuck a trans girl! A-and after that, I started to get sensory overload from all the lights and music and people, so I ran in here and I wanna go find my friend so I can go home,” she rambles on in on, so Olivia firmly plants her hands on the woman’s shoulders.

She guides the woman through her sensory overload, and eventually she calms down enough for Olivia clean her up and guide her out of the bathroom.

They pass Nathan on the way out, and she tells him that she’ll be back, and he takes one look at the shaken up woman before understanding the situation.

Eventually the two get to talking on a bench outside the bar, and Olivia learns a few things about the woman. Her name is Margret Harper, but everyone calls her Molly or Moll. She’s 24, so two years older than Olivia, and she was born January 20th. She was born in Weehawken, New Jersey, but moved to SoHo as a baby. Her mom left her and her dad at age 8, and before that her parents were always fighting due to her mom’s drug addiction and cheating problem. When she was 12 she figured out she was transfemme and she started her transition at 14, the same age she met her previously mentioned friend in late middle school. She works as a secretary at some law firm, but she plays electric guitar at a club downtown on Friday through Sunday, and she goes to karaoke, again with her friend.

During their conversation, Olivia grabs Molly a bottle of water and a rainbow corn dog, and Molly insists on Venmoing her the amount of money she spent, but the younger girl declines.

“You were struggling and overstimulated, like hell I’m gonna ask you to pay me money,” Olivia says, crossing one leg over the other.

“If you say so! But again, thank you so much for helping,” Molly exclaims, grabbing Olivia’s hand.

Olivia blushes at the contact, before smiling. “No problem!”

As the two women sit together in silence, a loud and anxious voice yells from the crowd, “Molly!”

The two women look up in surprise, and a tall young man jogs up to them. He’s got short brown hair, a shit ton of eyeliner, and a blue jacket with bi and transmasc pins.

This must be the guy Molly kept talking about, Olivia thinks to herself. She slightly hates him a bit, who leaves someone with sensory issues on their own?

The guy immediately launches into an apologetic ramble. “Oh my god, Molly, I am so, so sorry! I got distracted getting food for the two of us, and then I got lost, so I got this guy to help me find you—he’s really cute by the way, we’ve been talking for a couple of weeks, but we still couldn’t find you! And I’m so, so sorry,” he says all of this without taking a single breath.

Finally, he turns to Olivia and offers a hand. “I’m Sam by the way, I came with Molly to the pride parade!” He’s super energetic, and Olivia immediately feels like shit for thinking bad about him.

She shakes his hand and smiles. “Olivia, Olivia Castle. I met your little girlfriend in the bathroom of the BlackRose bar not too far down the street,” she says, and Sam bursts into laughter.

“Holy fuck, that’s hilarious! Molly’s not my girlfriend, she’s just a friend, nothing more,” he manages to get out through laughter.

Olivia gives a quiet “Oh” before smiling.

Molly stands up from the bench, but not before hugging Olivia. “Thanks for looking out for me, Olivia! Who knows, maybe I’ll catch you later,” she teases, and she holds out her phone; with a My Melody phone charm, with her contacts open.

Olivia pulls out her own phone, and both women exchange phone numbers.

“See ya later, Molly! It was nice meeting you,” she calls out as she and Sam walk away.

“See ya later, Olivia! It was nice meeting you too,” she shouts back, blowing a kiss and winking. Olivia blushes, entirely stunned, and for the first time in her life; she’s speechless.

She sits on the bench for a little while after they both leave, looking up at the gradually darkening sky, before heading back into the BlackRose bar.

Her first words to Nathan when she gets back to the bar are: “I met a cute girl today. And I think my dating life has gotten a lot better.”

Nathan high-fives her, and orders a Jack and Pepsi mix for them both.

@kymyit @cinemagh0ul @lovefrom-theother-side @brains4ne @seikointelli @taytumelise

[thepiratequeenofneverland]

For all you panlix and one more lovers this is with my OC but go ahead and change the name if you like… here’s

The boys I once knew

Summery: After Henry was kidnapped by Greg and tamara and taken to neverland, the hero gang along with some of the known ‘villains’, and the girl that made her way into the hearts of said heroes, and just so happens to be the sister of a certain one-handed pirate. Kierra Jones was once on top of the world but something that happened in the past made her who she is today. During the curse she became Briar Mills the adopted sister of the feared Regina Mills, Mayor of Storybrook. Now being the only Aunt that Henry has she has to face her past, and with what she finds, she needs to save henry and all that she recovered from her past.

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CHAPTER 1

I never thought that I would be able to see them again but standing here seeing them wanting to kill my friends and family, I wasn’t expecting this outcome.

“Bri watch out!” Regina called for me, making me see the lost boy that was aiming for my head. Ducking out of the way, I grabbed my twin blades that I got back from Killian, and made my way to the boy, knocking him in the head with the handle of the blades to make him unconscious.

“Where’s Henry! Where is he.” Emma yelled at a lost boy resulting in the fighting to stop and the lost boys retreating behind Pan.

“Remember what I told you. That map will show you where Henry is...only when you stop denying who you really are. I'll make sure to send Henry your regards.” Pan said, a heavy British accent was heard through every one that was there, a shiver was sent down my spine, as I hadn’t heard his voice in such a long time. I let out a breath that I didn’t realize I was holding as I stared at the lost boys retreating, an ache in my heart I could feel as they left.

“Are you okay?” Killian asked me on our way back to the camp his accent heavy as well but it had more of an Irish root, but it was more british.

“If I’m being honest, no.” I said blinking tears away my own British accent somewhat coming through my voice, I took off the scarf that I had covering my face so I could breathe better. “You know why, and what happened last time I saw them.” I whispered back.

“I know, I’m just making sure you were okay after seeing them.” He put an arm around my shoulders, and we kept walking to the camp. My mind wandering back to the two lost boys that had broken me.

Once there Emma, Regina, David, and Mary Margret kept trying to find a solution to Pan’s map riddle or went to get more supplies. I made my way to my hammock that I set up and sat in it. I thought back to the first time I came to this island, all those years ago.

“Killian, what the bloody hell happened out there?!” I shouted as he and some others in the crew made their way back onto the ship. At this point I was used to Killian’s foolishness, but that didn’t mean that I didn’t care for him.

“The boy that Liam and I ran into last time we were here ambushed us.” He replied.

“And I warned you, didn’t I?” I crossed my arms, giving him an I told you so voice.

“Aye, and I’m going to admit that I was wrong. Do you have a plan?” I could hear the urgency in his voice as we headed into his and my shared cabin.

“What age would you say those boys are?” I gave him a side glance.

“I don’t really know, but I’d say around 15-19.” He replied very uneasily.

“And surprisingly I still look around 18, even though I’m roughly 35,” I say as I give him a smirk.

“No, I know what your thinking, and No. I don’t want to loose another sibling.” He said. Hitting the table that him and I usually gathered at when we needed to thinking a plan.

“I’m not asking for your permission bubba, I am saying that It is probably an only option so we can get what we need.” I used his nickname that I, And only I could call him.

“Why do you always have to be so careless.” He said, Bringing me into his chest his arms wrapped around my body, as my head was rested into his chest.

Coming up for air, I made my way to the sandy beach in front of me, I then laid down, facing to the sky and closing my eyes.

“Well, what do we have here,” I sat up and turned around to see one of the most handsome boys I have ever laid eyes on. Blonde shagged hair, striking blue eyes, a scar that doesn’t make him less attractive, tall, and this wonderful aroma coming off of him. It was a mix of black cardamom, smoky vanilla, and a hint of musk.

“W-who are you.” I stuttered not realizing that aroma was making me flustered.

“I, beautiful am Felix second in command from pan, the leader here in neverland, which by the way is where you have just stepped foot. Follow me I’ll take you to him.”

“Why would I follow a person I just met?” I said regaining my composure.

“Because you’ll probably die without our help, this Island is a very dangerous place, especially for a girl like yourself.” Knowing my job I agreed.

We made our way through the forest, him leading the way. Doing my best to make sure the aroma wasn’t distracting me from my mission, but it was overwhelming my senses.

“Ah Felix, glad you could bring our guest safely into my hands,” I heard a stern voice, it wasn’t to deep, but it was still a heavenly sound that sent shivers down my spine. Turning around I found myself staring at another boy that was equally as handsome as the first boy Felix, this one was dressed in green, green eyes that could do anything to me and I would still be lost in them, he wasn’t as tall as Felix, but he was still a little taller than me, and then another amazing aroma hit me, aromatic sage, dark tonka bean, rich sandalwood, and a hint of musk again. Both scents caused me to get overwhelmed and I blacked out.

“The map is working, we know were Henry is.” Emma shouted taking me out of my flashback, the scents that I remembered still lingering in my mind.

With a little conversation between the group, We made our way to the south end of the island, where we were shown. On the way there I could smell those scents, but only subtly. It was hard, smelling it again made me a little light headed and Killian had noticed, so he slowed his pace matching mine and putting an arm around me so if it did make a Me stumble I wouldn’t fall.

“We should be getting close to Pan’s lair.” Emma said catching up to her parents, Mary Margaret and David. “Going in a straight line of course,” Looking at the map she frowned, “Son of a bitch! How is it now behind us?”

“How can that be?” Mary Margaret said.

“You got us lost.” Regina said clearly annoyed.

“No, she didn’t,” Killian spoke up, “It’s the camp, Pan’s moving it.” He finally unwrapped his arm that was holding me stable off my shoulders.

“He’s playing tricks with us.” David said.

“if Pan’s camp keeps moving how are we ever gonna find Henry?” Emma said.

“We keep our hope and find another way.” I said speaking up, I had felt all their sorrow, confusion, and anger. “if he keeps moving the camp that’s his way of keeping Henry away from us. We need to find another way.”

“She’s right, we need another plan.” David spoke up.

“So this whole trek has been for nothing?” Emma states, leaning against a tree close to her.

“I told you walking was idiotic. If I can just use some magic, we can materialize in the camp and grab Henry.” Regina says.

“Gina, arguing with that won’t help get Henry back.” I said making my way to her. “and what exactly happened when you did it earlier? We were ambushed.”

“Plus Pan will have shields against magic. He’s smart enough to do that.” Killian spoke up.

“Well any bright ideas on how we get Henry back.” Regina said, crossing her arms.

“We can use someone he trusts, a fairy who lives here, or at least I think she’s still here. She’d be an inside source, knows all about the camp and could get us in. Most importantly she might have some pixie dust left, we could probably fly in.”

“Don’t you mean fairy dust?” Emma questions.

“No, Pixie dust. It’s stronger. Like nuclear fairy dust.” David chimed in.

“Tinkerbell?” Emma suddenly said.

“Do you know her?” Killian said.

“Every kid in the world knows of her.” Emma said brushing him away as she made her way back to our camp.

“That’s a bad Idea Tinkerbell is not going to save us.” Regina said as all of us followed Emma, shortly then following us.

Regina soon made her way to next to Emma, having a conversation with her. I stayed behind with Killian somewhat dizzy. I didn’t realize that coming back to this Island this overwhelming aroma would make me feel this way, it was probably from how long it’s been since I had stepped foot here.

“Hey guys, you find Tinkerbell, I need to rest at the camp. I think I need more water, I keep getting light headed.”

“Are you sure your okay.” Mary Margaret said.

“Yeah I just need to rest for a little bit and drink water.” With that they let me go by myself. I made my way through the forest, dodging the dreamshade and eventually making my way back to the camp. Taking a deep breath I went to my hammock and laid down.

[lenabob]

Hey guys so I have been working on a new story. This wouldn’t be possible if @liebgottscig didn’t give me the bright idea that there needs to be more Webster love in the fandom. I hope you enjoy the first chapter to my new fanfic

Disclaimer: This is strictly based on the tv show Band of Brothers

The Game of being Right

Chapter 1: A Rocky Beginning

Margret could feel every muscle tense up. She was never a nervous person, but surrounded at all sides she could not help but feel she was trapped. Her mind was racing 99 mph. This was her first day at boot camp but it already felt like war. Her and four other women were the only ones at orientation. They all had a goal to prove their worth to the United States. Margaret scanned the room and saw the men sizing each other up, but once their eyes laid on her they were struck with confusion. 

“I didn’t know they were doing a USO show today,” a man with thin blonde hair and small blue eyes asked in a sarcastic manner.

Margaret kept her moth shut. She did not want to cause trouble on the first day. Mentally preparing for this encounters like this for a month was now put to the test.

“Hey, I’m talking to you,” the man said harshly, “come on why a broad like you doing here.”

Margaret still did not answer.

“When a man speaks to you, you answer him.”

Her fists became as white as snow. 

“Hey, Cobb, why don’t you shut your trap,” a voice came from thin air.

“Oh god! Webster, you know I’m just joking.”

“Well, I don’t see this girl laughing, so why don’t you go to some rathole where you belong.” Webster put his hand sternly on the man’s shoulder.

Margaret just sat there is disbelief. She was thankful for the man helping her but something bugged her. She did not know if it was how he carried himself in a righteous manner or  because he did not give her the chance to defend herself.

Cobb walked away in a huff.

“Hey, are you alright?”

“Yeah. I am. But next time I can handle it,” 

“I was just trying-“

“Yeah, I know to help, but I don’t need it.”

  Margaret marched away leaving him in awe. 

“Thank you so much for helping me, Webster,” he muttered to himself mockingly.

As Margaret walked away, she could not help by keep thinking how he referred to her as a girl. Not a women or lady. But a girl. She realized right then and there she might have to fight two wars.

Her mind to race again until there was a stop at a road.

“Ouch!”

“Oh goodness, are you alright?” A girl with blonde hair put nicely back in a bun inquired.

Margaret laid on the ground for a few seconds while simultaneously rubbing her forehead before answering, “Yeah, I think I’m alright.”

“Here let me help you up. I’m Betty, by the way.” She reached her hand out to help Margaret up.

“Margaret but everyone calls me Maggie.”

“Well, Maggie it’s nice to see I’m not the only women here.”

Maggie chuckled, “right back at you.”

Starting to commence a conversation of how it is crazy barely any other women were there, a loud noise came from the front of room.

“Attention”

With that one word, the room became quiet as a mouse.Everyone in unison stood like statues. 

“At ease soldiers,” a man around his early 50s’ commanded. Relaxation commenced in the room once again.

“I’m General Sink. I will be overseeing this regiment for it is the first of its kind. It is an honor for you men…” as he scanned the room he noticed something important,” and women.” His neck started to tighten. He catched his mistake. 

“I expect greatness from each and every one of you…”

Time was as slow as a snail. Margaret came to realize General Sink could end the war if Hitler had to go through one of his speeches. This man just talked and talked and talked.

“I’m surprised he isn’t a lawyer,” Margaret whispered to Betty.

“I give him props he knows how to talk.”

“Songbirds can talk better than him…”

A familiar voice came from behind.

“You mean parrots. Parrots can talk better than him.”

Maggie whipped around her head to the man with misty eyes.

“Actually songbirds can talk too,” Maggie retorted,”maybe next time, Web, webs…”

“Webster,” he said quietly.

“Yeah, Webster, do more research on  your birds.”

  Maggie flipped her head so hard that her hair was an inch from his face. Ending the conversation I’m such a petty manner. Webster walked away silently dumbfounded that she got so aggressive with him for no reason whatsoever.

“Do you guys have history together?” Betty asked equally as shocked.

What, no, he is just an ass.”

“Oh,ok” Betty shook her head not believing any word that came from her mouth.

The rest of the time there was silence between them, but Maggie could not help but think of how he called her a girl.

tagging: @msmercury84 @liebgottscig @softguarnere @bartons-never-miss @hipsterskilledmysilence @rossmccallsqueen

[yidiyada]

Tubbo has been acting in a really Tory way for years now, just more recently people have noticed

His friends have mentioned he likes Margret Thatcher (and that it's disappointing')

He's defended cops/said "well not all cops" in response to ACAB

He called jokes about the Queen "distasteful" and called her a nan

He's shut down attempts on stream when Wilbur, and others, have tried to educate him on issues (Wilbur more specifically on why millionaires shouldn't exist)

He's said verbatim that he doesn't vote and doesn't care who's in office as long as it doesn't effect him

He "apologized" recently on a stream, and said he doesn't expect to be forgiven soon/at all, but then he launched straight into a game, (He started stream apologized started playing)

And past apology is the friend stuff that I'm not fully caught up on myself

Yeah I remember most of these from when I still adjacent my kept up with tubbo and liiiike, I never really doubted that he’d probably been raised in a fairly conservative environment yk, like not necessarily socially conservative but certainly fiscally

The thing is tho if it was Dream that did all this then I’d probably be more likely to be upset by it because I’m like ridiculously attached to dream so I get why a lot of people are really upset by tubbo rn

But generally my stance on creators political opinions is that so long as they aren’t being hateful and problematic for the sake of views then you’re allowed to be as conservative as you please in the comfort of your own home tbh, like is tubbo dumb as hell for continuing to talk about politics? Absolutely, but do I think him having these views whilst having a platform is in any way making the world a more hateful place? Not really

[creativesimcentral]

Douglass Descendants

(from top left to right and bottom left to right) Francis Douglass, first marriage to Samuel Jones (died in war) Twins Georgia Jones and Margret Hamilton with husband Mason Hamilton.

Georgia and Margret Jones, first born twins to parents Francis Douglass (the youngest daughter of our founding family) and Samuel Jones, who died in the war when the girls were children.

Although twins, Georgia and Margret could not have been more different, but still they were bonded in a way others could not understand. Georgia and Margret, were perhaps the only Jones siblings who remembered their father as the unkind man he was.

Perhaps that's why Georgia swore she would never marry and remained in a fantasy world she built inside her mind.

People talked and whispered about Georgia--calling her the odd twin-- others speculated on her peculiar ways. Still, Georgia kept to her word and never married.

Instead, Margret married Mason Hamilton, saying she would only agree to the proposal if Mason swore Georgia could live with them always.

He agreed, having a soft spot for Georgia, and wanting to make Margret happy. He move the three of them into a five bedroom home where he built a sanctuary of sorts where Georgia could go to write her stories, saying she dreamed of being an author.

[cryptwrites]

Here’s like, half of a chapter of a horror novel i was going to write before I started my podcast

There’s some odd things on this earth, things that certainly do not belong. There’s people some would catorgize as monsters, and there’s others you would call saints. Our Timothy does not fit either of those things. He’s fairly average. Nothing out of the ordinary: he passes his classes, gets nervous when he talks to boys, the usual habits of humans. Today was not any different than usual. Wake up, contemplate the meaning of life, attend school, and go home. Although today was different, Timothy just did not know it yet. I did. I know everything that has, will and won’t ever happen; but, this story is not about me. This story is about Timothy. 

It was a Tuesday. At 7:30pm, Timothy had just gotten home from the library, slid his backpack off his shoulder, placing it by the door. He took in the smells of his house, he could smell his mothers incense burning from the upstairs, Myrrh. The slight smell of cigarettes and beer on his fathers work jacket that was hung onto the wall.

“Hey Mom!” he shouted into the quiet house. “Sorry I’m late!” the silence that met him was unsettling. He stopped his breathing and tried to hear the football game that his father, William Gray, always had playing. Then he remembered: it was Tuesday. William was at the bar on Tuesdays. If he listened closer he could have heard the near-silent sound of the record player they had in their living room, he couldn't place the exact song though. He stepped further into the hallway, listening attentively for his mother. It was around dinner time, although she wasn't in the kitchen. 

The old floorboards creaked behind him, Tim turned around expecting his mother, Margret Gray, but nobody was there. Walking out of the kitchen, he stepped into the narrow hallway separating the kitchen from the living room.

He really wished he hadn’t. There in the corner was his mother, slumped over, a dark stain covering her dress.

“Mom? Are you alright?” Timothy knew she wasn't when he asked this, it's a weird thing humans ask, especially when someone is clearly not alright. His mother, although, was indeed alive. She looked up at him, clearly having been beaten.

“Tim? Tim get out of here. Call the police.” She pleaded in a hushed tone. 

Tim stood there, silly Timothy, he never had the quickest reaction time. He hesitantly nodded, wanting to help her, but as he did, his mother let out a scream, and Timothy's legs were knocked out from under him. There was a ringing in his ear as he hit the floor, his world began to spin as he tried lifting himself up but his leg kept giving out on him, what he could see though, is someone was in his house. Someone who was not his father, they couldn't be his father, they were slimmer, taller, and walked with pride, they weren't the pathetic excuse for human life his Father claimed to be. No, this figure walked towards his mother with intention, they said something, but our poor Tim couldn't make it out. Tim grabbed for the armchair, barely holding onto consciousness, pulling himself up, looking down at his leg, he couldn't tell, but it felt as if he had twisted it. 

He weakly looked back towards his mom as she responded to the shadow before getting stabbed. Tim screamed out at the figure as he watched her get stabbed over and over again, Margret slumped over, unfortunate really, margret was the closest thing to a mother Tim would ever have, she wasn't even his real mother, but his real mother hasn't seen him since he was four. Margret was a kind soul, basically raised Timothy herself, always considered him her son.

The figure stood up, wiping the blade on their coat, before looking over to Timothy, he could hear muffled laughter. They began to walk past him, taking the opportunity, he lunged for their coat, making them stumble for a second before kicking Timothy in the ribs. He let go, hitting the floor once again, gasping for air, the figure gave him one last kick in the stomach before walking out the door. Timothy felt his head get light as he frantically looked around for his phone. It wasn't in his pocket, it was on the floor of the hallway, it had fallen out when he was first knocked down. 

Timothy crawled towards the phone, his head getting heavier by the second. He could feel blood dripping from his nose and onto his phone screen as he grabbed it. Cursing under his breath, Tim wiped it away as best he could. Trying to stay conscious enough to dial the local police station.

“911, what's your emergency?” the operator said, Timothy let out a sigh of relief.

“My mom, she was stabbed, someone was in our house, they killed her. Please send someone.” 

“Okay, help is on the way” Tim dropped the phone, and could hear the operator asking if he was hurt, but he didn't have the energy to talk, he barely could keep his eyes open. Our Timothy knew he had to though. 

He propped himself against the wall, blood soaking through his jacket. He looked over to where his mother sat and he began to cry. Timothy was not someone who cried often. He did not cry when his mother left, nor did he cry when he broke his arm in the sixth grade. But he cried now, he wanted his mother back. He wanted the only person who ever genuinely cared for him as a son back. His vision was even more blurred with tears now, and his voice cracked as he called out for somebody. He screamed for somebody, anybody to help him. He isn't sure how long he sat there screaming, but he knew his voice hurt by the time he heard the sirens.

“Oh god, please, we’re in here, please help her!” Timothy shouted, his voice audibly strained as he continued to cry. Several officers came rushing into the house, three of them instantly spotting Timothy on the floor.

“Whats your name son?” 

“Tim… Timothy Gray, my mother, she's over there, please, you have to help her.”

“Okay Timothy. Just breathe, you’re safe. We’re going to get you to the hospital, okay?”

“No,” Tim looked at the officer, fear in his eyes “I’m fine, i'm going to stay here. I’ll stay in the ambulance but I need to know if she's okay.” he knew she wasn't okay. Timothy knew she was gone. 

“Timothy? My name is Jackson,  I have a few questions for you, is that okay?” Timothy nodded his head, not taking his eyes off his mom. “Okay, are you sure someone was in your house?” 

Tim snapped his head towards Jackson, “What do you mean? Of course i'm sure.”

“Timothy, I don't know how to tell you this, but your mother wasn’t murdered. It looks like your mother was attacked by Rabid Foxes. She has fox bites all over her. Her wounds aren't clean enough to be done by a knife.”

“What?” Timothy's voice was hoarse, he looked back at his mom. “I'm telling you someone was here. Someone killed her.” 

“You suffered from a lot of emotional trauma finding her, and from your fall. Your mind might just be filling in the gaps of what actually happened to her.” Jackson had concern in his eyes as he said this.

“No, no, no, I know what I saw, okay? Someone killed her. Someone fucking killed her.”  

“Okay, okay. Can you tell me exactly what you saw?” Jackson was never very good at this part of the job. Lots of weird deaths happened in Edin, that was the easy part to deal with, it was the survivors who were hard to help.

[throughdigitaleyes]

Surprise Paul Simon Debut Makes for Unforgettable Newport Folk Festival Moment

The Newport Folk Festival was sweltering on Friday, but somehow, just somehow, Saturday managed to be even hotter. But even though he heat may have been oppressive, it didn’t affect the mood among the crowd. Immediately upon arriving at Fort Adams, the vibe in the air was that of curiosity and excitement. Newport Folk has been exceedingly consistent in delivering one-of-a-kind ‘headlining’ experiences, and with that slot for the day being billed as “American Tune Revue” presented by Nathaniel Rateliff & The Night Sweats, everybody had a theory. By the time the moment came, the reality trumped even the most outlandish theories with its heartfelt sincerity and historic finale.

Fort Stage

There wasn’t a false note all day at the Fort Stage, which boasted not only our epic finale, but a youthful collection of artists that immediately clicked with the audience, as well. Kicking off the day was The Ballroom Thieves (first below), a band I’ve been a big fan of since seeing them play Boston Calling back in 2015. Their sound has evolved significantly since then, and while I might prefer their older material, there’s no denying their significant growth as performers. It was great seeing them again. After that, Adia Victoria (second below) delivered her charged blues-rock sound in a whopper of a performance. She was one of the artists I purposely didn’t look into prior to the festival, and I’m glad I made that decision because she blew me away. Lucy Dacus and Clairo (third and fourth below, respectively) brought the young crowd to the Fort Stage with their mid-day sets. Both delivered great sets that saw the fans going crazy. I preferred Dacus, but only because I really do think I’m just too old for Clairo. Next up, Bleachers (fifth below) kept the youthful vibes going as they playfully worked through a loose set. They sounded great, and took to the spirit of Newport Folk very well, but Jack Antonoff really could’ve calmed down with the profanity. I don’t normally care about stuff like this, but at this festival it comes off as disrespectful and tone-deaf. Finally, it was time for the rumor-mill to quiet down and for Nathaniel Rateliff & The Night Sweats to take the stage for their “American Tune Revue” (all three above). Within seconds of them gleefully diving into ‘Mother and Child Reunion’ (with help from Lucius), it became obvious what this set was. And even more so, what it meant. As the band and their friends made their way through a brilliantly curated Paul Simon tribute set, it seemed as though not a single member of the crowd was leaving, and with good reason. After delivering killer renditions of so many Simon classics – including the incredible ‘Homeward Bound’ with Lukas Nelson, and the crowd-pleasing ‘Cecilia’ with Marcus Mumford – Rateliff invited out the guest of honor. As Paul Simon took the stage, officially making his Newport Folk debut to join Rateliff and the band for ‘Graceland’, the crowd lost it. Nathaniel Rateliff & The Night Sweats then left the stage as Simon brought out Rhiannon Giddens to sing an updated redition of ‘American Tune’ as he accompanied on the guitar. The band, as well Jerry Douglas and other guests, returned once again for a rendition of Simon & Garfunkel’s ‘The Boxer’ that absolutely destroyed me emotionally. It was such a perfect, important Newport Folk moment, and every single person present felt it. Finally, the other artists left the stage, and Paul Simon closed out the evening and his long overdue Newport Folk debut with a staggeringly beautiful solo rendition of “The Sound of Silence”. It was all very much the type of moment you don’t get often in live music. The type of moment I’ll be talking about for years, and I won’t be the only one.

CLICK HERE for More Photos from “American Tune Revue”, CLICK HERE for More Photos of The Ballroom Thieves, and CLICK HERE for More Photos from the Fort Stage.

Quad Stage

Arny Margret and Skullcrusher (first and second below) opened the stage with back-to-back sets that I immediately had to run off on. Then I skipped Hurray for the Riff Raff in favor of taking in just a little more of that Adia Victoria set. When I came back to the stage, I was met by The Backseat Lovers (both above). And well… wow. They were a band that really wasn’t even on my radar, and the second they started playing I knew that would never again be the case. Their sound was right up my alley, and their stage presence and energy guaranteed it would be the same case for everyone on the quad. A last minute cancellation by Bonnie Light Horseman created the next set entitled “Clusterfolk” (third below). It was a collection of artists coming together to deliver something unique and ambitious, and the crowd ate it up. Lucius (fourth below) was up next, and unsurprisingly mesmerized every single person in the crowd. It was a beautiful set that I eventually had to tear myself away from to catch some of Bleachers. But as soon as I got what I needed from that set I immediately returned to finish out Lucius’. I unfortunately missed Psychic Hotline (no photo), as the set was running late and there was no way I was going to be late to whatever was waiting for us in “American Tune Revue”.

CLICK HERE for More Photos of The Backseat Lovers, and CLICK HERE for More Photos from the Quad Stage.

Harbor Stage

Hannah Geaorgas (first below) kicked things off with a promising opening set of which I sadly only caught a few songs. Midlake (second below) followed with a crowd-pleasing set that was damn good but mostly lost on me because the heat was quite honestly already taking its toll. Thankfully, upon returning to the Harbor Stage, I was well hydrated and had spent some time in the shade, because Madi Diaz (third below) was wonderful, and I’m glad I had the chance to catch a fair chunk of her set. Next up, Neal Francis (fourth below) blew the crowd away with a contagiously energetic set that cured any heat-induced fatigue. Taking over as a last-minute replacement for Durand Jones and the Indications, Langhorne Slim (both above) took it to the crowd as he opened his solo set among the folk. It’s hard to not be immediately taken by the positivity and love radiating from Langhorne Slim and his songs. Plus, he’s just so damn good. Closing out the Harbor Stage for the day was the Black Opry Revue (no photo), a set I completely missed out on aside from half a song by The Kentucky Gentlemen in passing.

CLICK HERE for More Photos from the Harbor Stage.

Stay Tuned for More from the 2022 Newport Folk Festival... Coming Soon!!

Photos ©Timothy Patrick Boyer, 2022.

[creepypasta-archive]

A Sister for Jeff

by TheSadKirchu

This is my second favourite "so bad it's good" creepypasta of all time (Number one goes to Digimon The Lost Movie). A Little tale of a new killer that just so happens to, legally, be Jeff's little sister. Every other line is a riot of plottwists and sillyness.

CW// murder, swearing, blood, self-harm

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Hello, Thank god I got this computer working. Yello, Im Jylien, you can call me Jj. You al know the creepypasta about jeff the killer, right? Well, he has a sister. Now, I know what your thinking. "didn't Jeff only had a Brother and killed him?" Well yes, but let me explain the backstory. "hello, is this the orphanage?" A calm voice said. "Yes, who is this?" "This is Margaret, A mother of two sons, and I would like to make a adoption." "Alright, would you like to come over?" "That would be lovely." A couple days later, Margret came, and looked over the children. "So why do you want another child, Margret?" "Well..." she replied " I want to have a daughter so there will be another girl I can take care of, May I see the chidren?" "Hmmm..." Margret scaned her eyes across the crowd of children. Then came across me, a small one year old with blonde hair and green eyes."I have an idea." margret said, happily. "how about in 11 years, when she is 13, ill take her and Take care of her, like a post pone adoption." "Thats a fantastic idea." said my care taker. Now, before I go on, you now might be worder how do I remember this is I was a baby? well, My caretaker explained this when I was 6. I waited 6 and a half years, and when the day before my birthday came, I ready.

I was well taught, and very well at self defence. One of my caretakers drove me to my new "home" My bag contained a bottle of water, a book, teddy bear, and a gameboy SP I got for my 11th bday, Having pokemon firered. Many hours passed, and we arived a mile away from the adress. "heres the adress, Jylien, I was a pleasure taking care of you. Have fun with your new family. remember, your brothers are going to be adults now." "alright, thanks for watching me over the years." I hugged her and continued. After what seemed like forever, I made it to the adress. "Ah, A new family for my birthday!" At least,I thought. I opened the door, Which was strangly unlocked. "hello?" No answer. Maybe they went out. I explored, and saw some red liquid upstairs. "Maybe they spilled some liquid." Oh god am I stupid! I then, Finally saw a human being, sleeping on the couch. "maybe I should say hi to the neighborhood." I quickly saw that everything was abandoned, so I headed back to the house. I checked the House again, and the man was awake, streching. "Hello! I am Jy..." I stopped. He stared at me. But those eyes. those fucking eyes. They were white, With a heavy black outline. He had a bloody smile, but the worst part other that his eyes was his skin on his face. Lethery and white. "HOLY SHIT! WHO THE FUCK?!" I screamed, crawling backwards. "I may be asking you," As he said, in a psycotic and raspy voice, "Who the fuck are you?" "I...I..Im Jylien.... Are you.... my brother..?" He laughed, "I don't have a sister." I explained to him,trying not to faint, what happened at the orphanage. "haHaHa...What a cute little story, Jylien. But Im afraid this family reunion is over. Im Jeff..." as he pulled out a knife with dry blood on it. "Get ready to die, Jylien..." "YOUR FUCKING INSANE!" I screamed. "hahaha... Like i havent heard that before..." I relized... "did you kill our mother, father, and brother?" I said, staring into those fucking eyes. "Lucky Guess!" As he lunged at me. I quickly dodged his attack. I ran out the door, screaming and beging for help, But I remember, The entire place was abandoned, Maybe because of white joker here killed them all. I kept running, he was catching up. I tripped over a bottle, And fell to the ground. Jeff was right on me. "Any last words, sis?" He laughed. I sobbed, the only word that came out of me was "wh...whh..y?" He just laughed, and started doing large stabs. My screams of agony echoed thoughout the empty neighborhood. On the final blow, he gave me a huge and bloody gash, across my left eye. bleeding al over. the last words I heard from him was "Well, that was a fun reunion! Ahahahaha!!!" I was out for 12 hours. I got up, my left eye in pain. "...what.. How.. how am.. I alive?" I thought. I crawled along the sidewalk, and found a good abandoned house. I drank my water, And thought to myself, "should I kill him?" Thoughts were going though me "he is your brother" "hes a murderer, so if you kill him, god will allow you to live, because he killed so many." "if you try to kill him, he will kill you, dumbshit." My head hurt, like if someone slamed a motherfucking hot frying pan. "...hehe..." My sanity was low. My mind was gone. "hahahaha!!! He is a fucking geinius! HE can make all of those kills and wouldnt get caught!" I slammed my fucking head. I stared at my scar in the mirror. "This makeover is perfect! hahaha! best birthday ever! HAHAHHAH!" "How can I get close to him?! I have to thank the fucker!" Wet blood was all over my body. I dyed the edges of my hair with it. Blonde and dark maroon was perfect! I heard footsteps. I peeked outside, Jeff was dragging a body to his house, Freshly killed. I could barely contain my laughter. I decided to leave him a note, Wich said the following:

Dear Jeff, This might be the first note you have gotten in a while so... Who is this you ask? well, guess. Just guess. Im still Alive!!! hahaha! Yes, its Jylien. Don't worry, bro. Im not out for revenge. I just want to thank you for the beauty you gave me! Its my look! I don't want to look for too much trouble, but I Just want to say thanks for the best fucking birthday of my life! Well, Good luck klling bro!

Jylien, your "sister"

Im not sure if he got it yet, but im as happy as hell. Thanks for reading this, viewer. Have good dreams tonight! AHhahaha.