#how could one possibly think gerard way is “crazy”

[w33zerbluealbum]

tw substances/addiction (talking about gerard way and a conversation I had with my friend)

my irl friend just called gerard way crazy/insane because at points of his life he had addictions and she literally said "he has some problems" what!?!??!?!??!?!

gerard way makes amazing music and comics and has literally saved lives with his music what

i said to her having an addiction (AND RECOVERING FROM IT??) doesn't make you insane or crazy and she said "umm yes it does"

...

im gonna explofe

sometimes substances are used as coping methods. how does having mental problems make a person insane

[otherone12]

Why Me?

Gerard Way × Reader

-> Masterlist

A/N: Hey!! Does anyone really read this?? Well, now I'm not on vacation anymore, so I'll end up posting less frequently. I didn't like this one, but... hope u enjoy it (Ray x Reader fic coming soon <3) 

Summary: You finally get the chance to meet your favorite comic artist, you just didn't know that he would end up finding your nervousness cute enough to ask you to go out with him.

- Word Count: 1.310

- Warnings: none :)

- Ps: I'll not use y/n…

- Ps2: I'm brazilian, so english is not my first language ... sorry if i wrote something wrong.

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1st Person POV:

I’ve waited for so long to finally meet the man who inspired me. I've been into his work since I was a teenager and everytime i wasn’t feeling well, his comics made my day better. Also, he’s really pretty and in all the interviews I've seen of him, he looks so cute.

I’m actually spending all my savings just to go to that event and don’t even know how I'm gonna act when I see him, I mean, I will probably laugh like crazy, stutter some compliments or fall unconscious on the floor. 

However, I convinced my best friend to go with me, so I won't be so embarrassed, or at least not alone if I do something weird.

- You’re sure you’re ready? - My friend asked me when we’re in the row. - ‘Cause you look like you’re about to explode. 

They chuckled and I got a bit more nervous than I already was, the feeling of being that transparent made me uncomfortable. 

- I’m fine… - I said, swallowing hard and breathing deeply. - I just don’t know what to say 

Looking around, I saw that the line was moving quickly and soon it would be our turn to get an autograph and take a picture. 

- To him? 

Wasn’t that the most obvious question in the world?

- Yeah, who else? 

- I don’t know, I mean, you’ve been obsessed with him since you’re like fifteen, right? - They said it in a normal voice tone, but it seems like they’re screaming, so i immediately turned red - And don’t know what to tell him?

A week ago I started to practice in front of the mirror of my room, trying to imagine possible scenes with Gerard, but I will never never told anyone about it. 

- Shut up! -I hit my elbow on their shoulder in desperation and fear that someone had heard, even though he was too far away to hear anything. - I’m not obsessed with him, I admire him a lot. Just that.

- Sure… - The sarcasm made me want to respond, but the cut with the next sentence took my focus away from our conversation. - Look, we’re next

 Even when the person in front of us was taking the photo with Gerard, I looked ahead and I could see him. I swear he looked at me at the same time and my reaction was look away and widen my eyes at my friend

- Holy shit… WHAT SHOULD I SAY?

- Try something like “hi, i'm your fan” - this contrast between us was very strange, on the one hand I was freaking out, but on the other, they was acting as if Gerard Fucking Way was just any guy. - And act normal, please.

In less than a second I felt my body heat up, the closer I got, the more tense I became. I tried unsuccessfully to look into his eyes, but I couldn't maintain my focus for long. 

My stomach filled with butterflies when I heard his voice. Even though I've heard it on the radio several times, it's a totally different experience.

- Hey! 

It took me a few seconds to try to open my mouth, but my brain stopped working. A short awkward moment that felt like hours was cut away.

- Hi! - My friend, who apparently didn’t see Gerard as a celebrity said. without thinking about what i wanted them to say - They're huge fan of you! Like, they don't stop to talk about you for at least a second

- HEY! - I gasped with fright when they finished speaking -T-that’s not true! I mean, I'm your fan, but it’s not like I’m weird or something. 

My scream turned into an almost whisper, which was almost drowned out by the sounds of the environment. 

- That's okay. - He said with a chuckle. - You want a picture?

His sweet and inviting look made me want to hug him, and when he extended his arm towards me I couldn't help but blush even more.

- Sure! 

He wrapped his arms around my body and my friend took a picture of us. My heart was racing and the smell of coffee that he was emitting wasn’t helping me to calm down. 

- So…- He took my comic to sign it, and when he looked at me again, to my surprise, he noticed my Star Wars shirt. - i like your shirt 

- Thanks!

-This will probably sound weird, but… are you free after the event?

I gave him a shy smile and heard my friend giggling by my side. I thought that was my imagination, but i blinked twice and had the clue that Gerard Was has a light blush on his face.

It was a little embarrassing when we exchanged glances, but even stranger than that was the question that came next.

He reached out to hand me the comic and I looked him straight in the eyes.

- I-I am… why?

I took the comic and put it in my purse, without breaking eye contact. 

- Maybe… if you don’t mind… we could go out for a coffee? 

Standing in front of him, I froze. It's not like I don't love the idea, but I know myself well enough to know that I'm definitely going to say something stupid without thinking.

- THEY’RE SUPER IN!

My friend responded before I had the chance. His gaze passed from my friend to me, and his smile grew worried as he seemed to think about the truth of the statement.

- Really? - I asked, still in disbelief that Gerard Way asked me out. 

- If you're up for that… - He put his hand behind his neck, looking at the floor and sounding a little more shy than he had moments before. - Look, if you don’t want to…

- Of course I'm in! 

I tried hard to keep my posture, but the shine in his eyes hit my heart so hard and I smiled, feeling my face burn again.

- We met at the front door in three hours? 

- I’ll be there…

*** time skip ***

After a large amount of people left the place, i finally saw gerard at the door, he was looking around, i assumed that he was looking for me, cause when his eyes meet mine, a tiny smile forms in his lips.

I approached him, avoiding one or another person who appeared on the way.

- You came!

He said, with a relieved sight.

- Yeah! - He opened the door and we started to move to the coffee shop - I mean, It's not often that your idol asks you out, right?

There were few people on the street and the atmosphere was pleasant. Walking next to him was very strange, because at the same time it was something incredible that I had always dreamed of, but on the other hand, it didn't seem real. It was like I was going to wake up at any moment.

- I don’t know… sounds like the perfect one to describe you, in my vision.

- “Idol” is a strong word, don’t you think?

He chuckled a little and I tried not to look like I was fawning over him.

- Why me? - His confused gaze made me explain even more what i was talking about - There were like, a lot of people, why me?

- If you say so…

After a few minutes of walking, we arrived at the coffee shop and, like a gentleman, he opened the door. my heart started to jump in my chest when he chose a table with two seats, facing each other, next to the window.

A friendly girl took our orders and I asked him a question that had been on my mind since the moment Gerard asked me to have coffee with him.

- To be honest… You’re so pretty and looked so nervous, I found it really attractive.

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- Damn i feel like those awful tiktok POVs

We laughed, really loud, and it feels like we knew each other for a century.

~Well, that's it... hope you liked :)

[moonxmagix]

Dad's Best Friend NSFW

Pairing: Frank Iero x Fem Reader

TW: smut 18+, age gap

Summary: You and Frank have a magnetizing pull to each other. Who will crack first under pressure? Like the title says, you're fucking your dad's best friend. Will you get caught?

A/N: part two is posted pls check it out 🥹

My dads friend was special. I’d frequently stand propped up against the door frame exchanging stares between him and I. I’d wear a shorter skirt or dress that day just when he was around. I was a tease, I’ll admit. When I turned 18, now 19, I’d really never had sexual desire for men or boys my age. I had never thought about a man as much as I did Frank. I'd frequently write in my journal about him and write his name over and over again until my wrist would give out.

Luckily Frank was over all of the time which means I got to see him and watch him glare at me and my body. It was like a game to see who would crack first. One day my father, known as Gerard Way, came up to me and told me to get ready for dinner. “Are we going out?” I asked. “Yeah, get dressed please. We’re leaving in 20,” my father said, kissing me on the head. 

I stayed calmed on the outside but on the inside I squealed. I ran to my closet and picked out something simple but hot. Usually after we eat we go out to do something like an arcade. I remember one time we went and Frank won me a cute Hello Kitty plush.

I wore a System of a Down t-shirt, black jean skirt, converse, and silver chain necklace. For makeup all I did was tight line my eyes, added blush, highlight, mascara, and a lip gloss. Didn’t wanna go too heavy. I looked at myself one more time before I left my room and felt contempt with how I looked.

I walked out of my room and my dad saw my shirt, “Did you steal that out of my closet?” I frequently took things out of there because he had shirts of bands I really liked. He introduced me to them, “Possibly,” I said with a smile. 

We went to the car and headed to the food place to meet everyone there. I got out of the car and fixed up my appearance a bit, I saw that Ray and Mikey brought their kids who I was kinda friends with but they were a lot younger than me. Frank didn’t have kids, which sucked because I could’ve used them to my advantage to get closer to him but I’ll play the hard game.

“What’s up? Good to see you again Y/N,” Frank said to me. I haven’t seen him in a few weeks because he’s been touring a bit doing solo projects. His breath smelled of mint gum.

He hugged me for a little longer and squeezed tightly. Whenever he did those things it never came off strange or weird to the people around us. We were all very affectionate towards each other considering how close everyone was.

We walked into the restaurant and my dad and I sat at complete opposite ends of the table. Frank sat near the edge of the booth and I sat next to him with Ray next to me. Everyone talked amongst themselves and I sat quietly, I wasn’t much of a talker especially around a large group of people. Anxious people problems.

I think Frank noticed and whispered in my ear, “You alright?” He had a look of slight concern on his face. “Yeah,” I whispered back, nodding. "I've got ya," he said reassuringly. We both turned our attention back to the table when I felt something poke my thigh.

It was Frank's pinky finger gently rubbing my thigh and the edge of my skirt. Chills ran down my back and all over my arms. He slowly but surely worked his entire hand on my thigh, I could feel his cold rings rubbing against me which made my legs get chills.

He left his hand there and rubbed his thumb, it was driving me crazy. I was so desperate for him, in need of his touch. Oh how I’ve been waiting for this for so long and it is finally here.

We ate our food and I stole a few bites from both Ray and Frank's plate. After I finished I felt a bit tired and rested my head on Frank’s shoulder. I started to fall asleep and took a good 30 minute nap. God these people talk a lot. I woke up and yawned, “Someone’s tired,” Frank said teasingly. “Nah, just bored and ready to party,” I said jokingly. Which he chuckled at.

After that we drove to the arcade, this is my chance to get him alone. This place is dark and huge so I have plenty of places to hide both of us in.

We all kinda went our own way after getting cards to swipe on the machine. I told my dad I was gonna go to certain machines but I wanted to scope things out, but not too suspiciously. If I can’t find anything then to the bathroom it is!

I see Frank playing a game and I go to the one next to it, skeeball. I started playing and bent down to pick up the ball and made sure he could see under my skirt. I made sure to wear skimpy underwear for him. I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist.

I finished playing and before I could leave I felt a body stand behind but next to me. I turn to see Frank and my cheeks turn red, “You think you can tease me like that?” he whispers in my ear. “N-no sir, I’m just playing the game,” I was so flustered. “Game my ass, come with me,” he said, pulling my hand.

He took me to the family bathroom and locked the door immediately. He pushed me against the wall and our lips met, I was hungry. Our tongues fought for dominance and I moaned into the kiss. “I’ve waited for you to make the first move, Y/N,” He said, pulling my skirt down.

He turned me around and pulled my underwear down sliding himself into me. He told me to keep my moans quiet so he covered my mouth. Frank took my virginity. I can't believe it. Something about it was so hot and risky.

“You’re mine, you’re fucking mine Y/N,” he said while pounding me until my legs were shaking profusely. I came all over him and he pulled out. We cleaned ourselves up and went to the pizza bar as a cover.

We got our pizza then went to sit down at a table, a part of me was scared to be alone with him but this is what I’ve wanted for so long. We sat at a table and I was way too nervous to talk, “Don’t be so shy baby,“ he winked. “Sorry, I can’t help it,” I smiled slightly. “I had fun,” I said.

He smiled, “Me too! We’ll do it more,” he said, winking at me. It kinda shocked me, does he want this as much as I do? I could only hope so. After that we went back to the arcade and finished playing games. Thankfully no one suspected us or where we went.

We walked to the car and my dad stopped to ask me something, I felt my stomach drop to my ass and I expected him to ask where we went. But instead he asked me if it was alright if Frank stayed a few nights with us in-between his tour. “Yeah I don’t see why not,” I said shrugging. Fuck yeah. But also huh??? 

Frank got in the car with us and I had to sit in the back now, mostly on my phone while they both talked. We got home and I went to my room immediately, I was ready to get out of these clothes! I changed into some fluffy skull pajamas pants and a black tank top. I was blessed with a bigger chest and I knew Frank wouldn’t resist me when I looked like this. I washed my makeup off and threw my hair up in low pigtails.

I went down stairs into the kitchen to get a drink and ran into Frank making coffee for him and my dad. “You tease,” he said, pushing me against the counter pressing his lips to mine. He twirled my pigtails in between his hands and fingers, then moved them around my face. 

He released and tapped me on the butt before grabbing the coffees and about to leave the room. He stood in the door frame and said, “I’ll see you tonight.” 

“See you tonight,” I said smiling.

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It was around 12  am and Frank still hasn't come around. I sat there in bed and sighed heavily, I wasn’t tired any bit so I decided to play a bit of guitar by the window. I decided to play Cherry by Harry Styles. It was such a comforting song to play and listen to, I’d hum along.

It wasn’t until I heard my door crack open and saw a familiar face. I motioned my hand to invite him in and he closed the door behind him quietly. He sat next to me, “What’cha playing?” he asked. “Just Harry Styles, I’ve been waiting for you,”  I said, smiling at him, blushing. When he looked at me I felt my entire body glow with red and the warmth of a thousand suns.

“Oh really? I’m sorry it took so long, I’m here now sweetheart,” he said pushing my hair behind my ear. I sat my guitar down and he immediately grabbed my face with his tattooed hands. I grabbed his  hand and took him to my bed. We laid next to each other just cuddling for a while until we made out once again. 

It got heated pretty fast and next thing you knew all of my clothes were off and he was rubbing his warm, rough hands all over my body. He got down to my pussy, rubbing his fingers all around me, teasing me. “Frank please,” I begged. “Please what?” he smirked, inserting a finger. “Please sir, fuck me,” I said moaning quietly. He inserted another finger moving them quickly until I came everywhere on them.

“Open your mouth,” he said,  so  I did. He put both fingers in my mouth and told me to suck. I could see how hard he was under his pajama pants, he took them and told me to get on the floor on my knees. I opened my mouth for him, he took my hair in his fist and slowly inserted himself in my mouth. He pulled my face down on his cock, making me gag. I bobbed my head on his cock, making his head lean back in pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl,” he said, which made me feel so giddy. I deepthroated his cock making him cum all down my throat. He tasted so sweet. I wish I could have this all of the time.

“Get back in bed,” he said, smacking my ass. As I was about to lay down he pulled my body into a doggy position. I shook my ass inticing him to fuck me, he inserted himself into me once again. Oh how I’ve been missing this feeling, I felt whole with him inside of me. “Fuck  Y/N,” he moaned moving faster and faster. He put my arms behind my back pushing my head into the pillows with his other hand.

I was moaning pretty loud, “Shut the fuck up you slut. Shut that pretty mouth,” he growled. I shut my mouth, moaning into the pillows and sheets which muffled them by a lot. I came again, he then flipped us to where I was now riding him. My boobs bounced up and down and he grabbed them gripping hard, “You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” Hearing those words made me go faster and harder on his cock. He was biting his fist, he smacked my boobs and played with my nipples which made me bite my lips. 

“I’m about to cum,” he said. I got off and started sucking him off again so he’d cum in my mouth. He came in my mouth and we both collapsed next to each other. He got up and put his clothes back on and so did I. We snuggled up against each other and fell asleep. What a night.

I groaned as the sun flashed in my eyes. I rolled over to see the other side of the bed empty and the sheets pulled back. A small frown appeared on my face knowing I wouldn’t be waking up with him. I reached for my phone on the nightstand but felt a piece of paper on it, it read;

I’m sorry I left you all alone this morning but I had to go. I got a call unexpectedly and I have silly tour stuff to do. I miss you already. Make sure not to tell anyone about our special night and our special relationship. ;)  I left you a few cigarettes too,  text me when you wake up. Frank xo

I folded the paper up and slid it into my journal.

[alexyskinnerstories]

Bella's Aunt - Chapter Three

*Charlie's Pov*

I sighed and decided to just clean about me being turned into a Vampire like my sister kind and hope she and Bella take it alright.

Me: Alright am not gonna beat around the bush and tell you two the truth and nothing else of it I'm not human I am a vampire of your kind Anna I was turned into one by a man named Marcel Gerard before you ask I willing asked him to do it because I kinda already knew some of your biological life and am sorry I pride into your life sister but I was very worried that you were leaving me in Bella behind and I am sorry Bella but I was trying to keep you out of the supernatural world but it didn't go as planned since you had started dating that little shit and got dragged into it anyway.

Annabeth: It's alright big brother I get why you did it you were scared for yourself and quite honestly it's mainly my fault I did leave suddenly and I didn't leave a note or anything to tell you where I was going or what I was doing I'm sorry Brother

Annabeth came sat on the armrest of my recliner and patted my shoulder I scoffed brushed her hand off and pulled her and her into a much-needed hug

We hugged for a couple of minutes and let pull from each other smiling we both gather our strength to hopefully get the truth from Bella we look over to her with confronting look she started sobbing hard Anna and I walked over to her and pulled her into a hug after she was calmed down she told us the truth about the little shit how he treats her and how he does hit her I got up went and grab my shotgun I was gonna kill that little shit.

*Annabeth Pov*

I see Charlie grab his shotgun he is about to leave I can't let him leave and possibly cause a war or die I a small telekinesis spell to take the shotgun away from him "Exsurgo"

Me: Not yet Brother we will have our revenge on him for what he has done to our little Bells, But now Bella I need to see all the things he has done mentally and physically but you have a mental block that is in the way a bit for me so am asking you permission to temporarily weaken it so I can access the memories

Bella: Okay yes you can go through my memories auntie can maybe erase or take the memories out of my mind.

Me: I know this is about to sound a bit crazy but I think you should keep the memories to remember that you're strong and a fighter that will survive this with your family with you every step of the way and I can take away the pain that comes with the memories though

She nodded understanding what I was speaking about I gave her a small smile and held my hands to hers I gently grabbed her hands in my and focused on the weakening her shield our hand started glowing red and I was mentally dragged into her memories I could only see what was happening through her mind I could hear anything there was no sound at all

( Gifs Incoming)

After I saw everything I was furious I started to shake and growling I walked out back and shifty into my lycanthropy form I immediately started running towards where I smelt up bitch ass boy scent

I got to were he was I see him talking to a blonde man and a vampire with lots of muscle I start running toward him and tackle him we rolled around in the dirt I start clawing and punching him he was trying to fight back but he couldn't I was about bite arm of when I was roughly pushed off of him into a tree I picked up the tree and launch it towards the two vampires who were help him I made the tree unmovable I walk back over to the him I picked him up by his neck and threw through his house glass wall I jumped in after him I beat him more I made him look into my eyes I showed him the memories of him mistreating Bella then showed himself in the future being torn apart by me and my son's and being set on fire our face were blurred I pulled away and ran towards the broken glass before I jumped out I flipped him off and jumped out and ran back home to spend more time with Charlie and Bella.

[placentafluid]

i had a dream i met gerard way, but like. as a ghost, or retired or something, and completely by accident.

i was at some strange theme park thing, and i was walking alongside all of these shops in the middle of the night with my brother. The only light sources we had were the yellow from the lights inside of the shop, and every shop had a gorgeous window painting, and the streets and sidewalks were wet, we were wet, it was pouring down on us.

we were walking along and we found this one grand building with an open no doorway but rather an archway situation, with a giant spiral staircase made of marble to our left. my brother raced up the stairs in a sort of playful ‘come and catch me’ sort of way.

but i was. a little scared to be honest, because i knew this building. i had seen it in gerard ways last performance ever online. the staircase (in the old video, not right now) led up to some sort of party, a new year’s eve party.

so the room at the end of the staircase was not somewhere my brother and i were supposed to be playing around in i was very sure of that. but he’s already disappeared, and it’s my job to stick with him and if we get in trouble, we are in trouble together.

so i slowly make my way up the stairs, im tracking in mud and rain water onto the slippery brown and tan and gold marble staircase, looking around at the grandness of it all. There was a beautiful crystal chandelier, and little etchings of cherubi on the staircase railing. It was quiet, almost reverent in there, like a temple except less culty and more peaceful. It was really fucking pretty, and a very stark contrast to the outside tbh.

I was halfway through the stairs when i heard someone start walking in. i stopped, and turned to look at them, and it was fucking Hesitant Alien era Gerard Way, staring at me from the bottom of the stairs.

i froze, literally panicking, adrenaline coursing through my veins. i hate meeting famous people, i hate talking to them i hate bothering them, i know if i was recognized as much as someone like gerard was, i would probably never go into public ever again.

and i don’t have a script for this so i have no clue what to say.

but he takes one step up the stairs and goes, “You’re looking for me, aren’t you?”

and i go, “Not at first no. To be honest I didn’t think you’d even be here.”

And he starts walking slowly towards me, taking one step at a time. He starts telling me about how many crazy fans come in here, asking him some weird stuff and taking pictures and signatures and shit.

And i’m terrified out of my mind, i would like to disappear because this is a horrifying experience, and at some point i try to explain to him that it’s just my brother, i was looking for my brother because he ran into the room, he was just playing around and if i could just find him, i’ll get out of their hair as soon as possible.

he stops at my stair step and they stare at me and go, “You can come in and find him, yeah.”

so i follow him up the stairs, and he opens the door for me, and i walk in, and all of the sudden, im at the new year’s eve party, and it’s full of happy people, and clinking wine glasses and bubbly laughter and gorgeous homey colors, it’s warm and welcoming and i don’t feel so alone anymore.

and i don’t really find my brother to be honest, but i remember being able to talk to a couple people, and it felt like a place where i was seen and welcome and wanted, and it was really fucking nice to be honest

[ginbrucobooks]

Unexpected visits

I woke up around 10 am on Saturday, and strangely, alone. Shannon was not in the bathroom or anywhere else in the house and Tadhg, Ollie and Sean were nowhere to be found. Aunt Marie and Uncle Teddy weren't at home either, but that wasn't unusual for them on Saturday mornings, seeing as one of them was working herself to the bone and the other was probably busy drinking himself into liver failure at a nearby bar.

Opting to go downstairs to try and find something to eat for breakfast, I headed to kitchen. As it turned out I wasn't completely alone, Joey was sitting with his back turned to the door on a chair next to the counter, eating was looked to be a packed of dry and possibly out of date biscuits.

"Hey there Joey, how's it going?" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"Jesus, Maeve. You sure do know how to make yourself known." He bit back. "You almost gave me a bleedin' heart attack."

"I know." I grinned. "So, where's the rest of our siblings?"

"Shan went her friend Claire's house and Tadhg and Ollie were dropped by Mam to hurling practice on her way to work." He stated.

"How did Shannon manage to convince Aunt Marie to let her go?" I asked, knowing how crazy my aunt, or uncle, got when Shannon tried to have any sort of social life.

"She didn't." He laughed. "She waited for them to leave and got on the bus, I just told her I'd be picking her up at around five, because that's when he usually comes home."

"Go Shannon." I exclaimed. "I think we're finally rubbing off on her."

"I'm not sure that's such a good thing." He chimed.

"What about little Sean?"

"He's napping on the couch, I'm planning to take him with me to work."

"You don't have to do that. I can watch him." I stated. "I don't have anywhere to go today."

"No way, don't think I've forgotten you're supposed to go to that game today."

"I don't have anyone who's willing to go with me." I retorted.

"Yes you do, you just don't want to invite them." He said referring to Aoife and Casey.

A knock at the door interrupts me before I have the chance to respond. "Did you invite Aoife over again." I rolled my eyes.

"No, I tried but she refused to come after your little display of affection yesterday." He said referring to the less-than-kind way I had treated her. "She thinks it might be best to give you some space."

"So she does have a brain after all." I mumbled.

"Maeve." He almost whispered, suddenly looking serious.

"Fine, I'll stop. I won't however guarantee to not insult her to her face."

"Thank you" he said looking pleased. "Wait, what."

Another knock, this time more persistent, interrupted what was sure to be an enchanting conversation, so I gladly took the escape and hurried to the door. Imagine my surprise when on the other side of it I found no one other than Gerard Gibson wearing his rugby uniform.

"What are you doing here?" I asked perplexed. "Aren't you supposed to get ready for the game. It's only in a couple of hours."

"I'm here to pick you up and take you to said game, Mavey" he chimed.

"Mavey? Is that seriously the best you could come up with." I spoke.

"You said you didn't like nicknames, so I opted for simple." He replied.

"And you just strengthen my resolve. No nicknames." I declared.

"I must take that as a challenge to find a better nickname." He announced.

"Please don't." I whined. "How do you even know my address?"

"Brother-slash-cousin dearest called me and told me that if I didn't come and bring his little sister to the game, he would cause me some serious harm."

"How does my brother have your number?"

"I met him at a party at the beginning of the year." He stated, looking at me like it was something I was supposed to know.

Not knowing what else to do, since I very well couldn't leave the lad outside in the pouring rain, I gestured for him to get in and told to follow me to the kitchen and to speak in low tone of voice since Sean was sleeping.

"Would you kindly explain to me what is going on, my oh-so-wise big brother?" I asked Joey once I got near the counter.

Eyeing Gibsie my brother responded. "Well, my dear-mean little sister. Since I'm not able to physically drag you to the game I brought someone who could."

"I agree with that statement. I will absolutely drag you out of here if I must." Gibsie stated, while looking at my empty and slightly mouldy kitchen.

"Are you both high?" I asked suspicious.

"I don't like drugs, Mae, you know that." He grinned.

"Mae? Do I look like Spiderman's aunt to you?" I stressed.

"You might as well give up, me and Gussie here are going to make sure you go to that game." Joey said, putting an end to whatever weird direction my conversation with Gibsie was going. "Go get ready, you can't go dressed like this."

"And do it quickly, we have to get out of here in the next half hour if we want to make it there in time." Gibsie laughed. "I have to play, and if I'm even five minutes late Kav will have my head."

Suddenly aware that I was wearing my unicorn printed pyjamas in front of a guy whom I had barely known for a week, I ran out of the kitchen and into my room. The boys' laughter followed me while I was heading there.

Fuck it, if I was going, I would make sure Johnny Kavanagh would regret giving me those tickets in the first place.

[thursdayarchive]

Geoff Rickly describing his experience producing My Chemical Romance’s debut album, I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love, on Sappenin’ Podcast with Sean Smith, October 4, 2019. (Transcript under cut)

“I’ll tell you what, I feel so lucky to be a part of what they had... Sure, I helped them find themselves a little bit and I helped them get their name out there initially, but I don't think there was any stopping what that band was gonna do. If I hadn't produced it, somebody would have, and they would have gotten out there.”

Sean Smith: Frank Iero. Morgan Richards: Frank Eye-air-o. Geoff Rickly: There you go, I think that sounds right, that's right. SS: Yeah, you mentioned Tucker's out with him now, and of course you produced and put out the first My Chem record. GR: That's right. SS: That kind of makes you the godfather, I'd say, of… how do you feel about the term 'emo'? GR: Love it. SS: No, do you though? GR: I used to hate it… SS: Yeah, I used to hate it, I used to think it was a massively derogatory term. MR: Yeah, we were talking about this earlier and I think now that word, it's being celebrated a lot more in recent years, really. SS: It's kind of like everything comes around, in a fashion. GR: That was the last new thing, you know what I'm saying? After that everything's about, like, going back to the Velvet Underground, going back to Nirvana… it's like we were the kind of like the last thing that was like, "Let's try something else!" And then everyone was like, "Let's not try anything else!" [Laughter] MR: We shouldn't have done that! Too many of them! GR: 90's gave us nu metal, then emo, let's just cut all our losses while we're ahead now! SS: That makes you… yeah, you brought the world My Chem. GR: Yeah. Well, it's crazy, cause I'm gonna be riding on Frank's bus, and it's almost like when I was making that record, cause I didn't have a license and Frank was driving me to the studio, and that's kinda how he ended up in the band. It was like, every morning I'd talk to him about the record - he was friends with those guys - and I'd be like, "I think they need another guitar player… Ray is tracking two tracks of guitar on a lot of these songs, he's not gonna be able to play one track on them. Plus, Gerard's doing backup vocals, nobody's there to sing backup vocals." I was like, "You sing, and you play guitar, you're cool, you're their friend… I feel like you should join the band." But it's like, he's gonna be giving me a ride again, you know what I mean? It's sort of like full circle. Frank's giving me a ride. MR: Well, technically he owes you 20% of everything… GR: Oh yeah, I'm gonna go back and collect. SS: Oh yeah… give him another two years, send him and invoice… 20% of everything, Frank! [Laughter] GR: I'll tell you what… I'll tell you what, I feel so lucky to be a part of what they had because I think, you know, a lot of people say, "Oh, you did such a great thing." And like, sure, I helped them find themselves a little bit and I helped them get their name out there initially, but I don't think there was any stopping what that band was gonna do. If I hadn't produced it somebody would have, and they would have gotten out there. I remember partway through the making of that record… well, it was an interesting… so Gerard had - one of his teeth was messed up, so he was in a lot of pain, so the doctor gave him some, like, codeine or something. But when he took the codeine for the pain, he didn't sing with the same venom, you know, he didn't sing like this aggressive… so we took away his pain pills, and then I took them while I was producing the record. So I remember I was like lying on the floor, just like, oh this song is really good, and then I was thinking about it, and I just heard it. I, like, really heard it. I stepped away from my responsibilities, cause I was floating on a cloud, and I was like, actually, this band's going to be huge. And I remember going outside for a cigarette with Mikey and being like, "Mikey, your band's going to be gigantic." He was like, "I mean not as big as Thursday, but do you think it's gonna be…" and I was like, "you're gonna be wayyy bigger than Thursday!" He's like, "Really?" I was like, "You're gonna be bigger" - and this, at the time, was about as big as you could imagine - "you're gonna be bigger than Good Charlotte, Mikey.” [Laughter] SS: Yeah, you're gonna be equal to, or as big as, Good Charlotte. GR: Yeah, that's right. And they were like no way is that possible and man, they really, like, showed the world another tier of how big you can be. And that was a crazy thing. SS: You're literally gonna have the lifestyles of the rich and famous, that's what you could have said to him. GR: I'm gonna be opening for you two nights at Wembley, you're gonna have security with you because if you go out on the street, people run after you like The Beatles. That was insane. On high street every shop had a Black Parade outfit in the window because that's how kids wanted, like… it's crazy. SS: Literally, like… it's absolutely bonkers.

[hangovercurse]

Teeny Tiny Secret

After months of trying, you and Colson finally get those two pink lines… the day before tour starts.

Request: “I know that requests are closed, but I HAD to share this before it left my mind. When you have an opportunity, could you please write a story where y/n is in super early (not showing or anything) stages of pregnancy and on tour with mgk. She & Colson make a plan to keep it from the bandmates for now. It becomes difficult when he becomes super over protective (not letting her carry anything, not wanting the guys to crowd her), unconsciously put his hand on her stomach, and ordering non-alcoholic drinks for her. The band suspects something. Y/n talks with him to try to get him to calm down a little. It works until the guys ask you both about it directly and Colson's the first to crack.”

Colson Baker x Reader

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: Y’all are all up in that spring baby fever… this is like my 3rd or 4th baby request recently

Word Count: 2211

You and Colson had been talking about having a second kid for months but stopped trying a few weeks before tour started. You didn’t think it had worked until you woke up three days before tour and rushed to the bathroom, morning sickness wrecking your body. Colson felt you getting out of bed and followed a few minutes later, tiredly. When he found you hunched over the toilet, his whole demeaner changed.

You knew for sure the day before tour, after multiple pregnancy tests you had gone to see an OBGYN for confirmation. Sure enough, you were pregnant. The universe sure knew the definition of ironic timing.

Colson’s immediate reaction was to have you stay home. “All the traveling and partying isn’t gonna be good for him.” He said, pacing around your bedroom while you laid on the bed. “Tour life is not good for babies.”

You raised your eyebrow, “him? It’s been one day and you’re already setting unrealistic expectations for our unborn child.” You joked, a small smile on your lips.

Colson’s mouth gaped before he continued, “Y/N, we need to be serious about this. You can’t come on tour if you’re pregnant.”

You rolled your eyes, “Colson, I am not letting you leave me here while I am pregnant. I’ll be fine. I won’t drink and I’ll take it easy. You just have to make sure the guys don’t smoke around me and we’ll be fine.”

His eyes went wide. “Shit, the boys.” He paused to think as confusion crossed you. “If the boys find out about this they’ll freak out and then the whole tour is gonna be a shit show.”

It was kind of funny how much more worried he was than you were. “Babe, come here.” You motioned for him to come sit in the bed with you to which he complied. You leaned your back against the headboard, expecting him to follow. Instead, he laid so his head was next to your stomach. He pressed a small kiss into it, making your heart fluttered, the reality of the situation hitting you and making you insanely happy. “Why are you so worried?” You asked him softly, combing your hand through his hair.

He reached, moving your shirt up so he could kiss your bare stomach. He mumbled against your skin, “I think I wanna keep this a secret for now.” You hummed and he continued, “just for us, y’know? I wanna enjoy this.”

You nodded, “I’m still coming on tour with you, though. I don’t wanna be alone right now.”

He smiled against your stomach, finally moving up to sit next to you, pulling you towards him for a soft kiss. His hand went to your stomach, rubbing circles into the skin. “I can’t believe we’re gonna have a fucking baby.”

You smiled against his lips, a thought popping into your head, “can we tell Casie at least?” His eyes lit up at your suggestion, a quick nod of his head affirming the idea.

 The next day was hectic, as all first days were. You had gotten a list of everything you could and couldn’t do from your doctor, and the all-clear to fly for the first trimester. So, you and Colson found yourself with the crew at LAX airport bright and early in the morning. Ashleigh passed you an itinerary, letting you know that you would all be meeting the bus in Cleveland, where the first show was.

Colson’s arm hadn’t left your waist since you got to the airport, holding you to his side all morning. Occasionally you could feel his thumb rubbing circles near your stomach, something that was definitely becoming a habit of his. At one point he ended up standing behind you, hands resting on your stomach as he held you against him. You tried not to give anything away, but you found it adorable how excited he was. He wanted to be as close to the unborn baby as possible at all times, his hands constantly near your middle.

Eventually you arrived in Cleveland, walking down the long hallway to the baggage claim, taking in the small Cleveland hall of fame that the airport had created. You spotted your suitcase and went to grab it, but Colson beat you to it. “I got it, babe.” He gave you a look that let you know you wouldn’t be carrying anything.

You sighed, “I can get it Colson.” He shrugged, grabbing his bag off of the carousel next. The man now had a large duffel bag slung over his shoulder and two suitcases in his hands. “Seriously, it’s not that heavy.”

He shook his head, “I’m not letting you carry anything heavy. I can do it.” You sighed but let him, knowing you wouldn’t win this battle.

Unbeknownst to you, Baze had seen the whole interaction and was very confused.

 Later, once you had arrived at the arena, you were hanging in the dressing room with Slim and Irv on the couch. You guys weren’t really talking about anything in particular, mostly just cracking jokes about Rook’s outfit for the night.

When the younger boy heard Slim say he looked like “if Willow Smith and Gerard Way were put into a blender,” he came over, blunt in his hand.

Rook started jokingly arguing with Slim and you were all laughing at his distress. In the middle of their argument, however, Colson came over and grabbed the blunt out of Rook’s hand. He put it out in an ashtray before returning to you, squeezing himself between you and Irv.

Everyone, including you, stared at him, dumfounded. “Dude why the fuck-“ Rook started, only for Colson to cut him off.

“You shouldn’t smoke in here.” He shrugged, arms wrapping around you. He squeezed your waist, letting you know why he really did it. You were somewhat thankful; smoke was bad for the baby. But there are less obvious ways to have gone about that.

Rook grumbled but didn’t attempt to light another one. Slim looked at you, an eyebrow raised in question. You shrugged your shoulders, pretending to act innocently naïve to Colson’s behaviors.

Eventually the three boys travelled from the couch, leaving you and Colson alone. “Babe, you gotta try and be a little more subtle about that shit.” You mumbled, turning to face him.

He scrunched his eyebrows, “he shouldn’t be smoking around you. What else was I supposed to do?”

You sighed, “I don’t know, but that wasn’t subtle. If you keep treating me differently, they’re gonna figure out that something’s up.”

Colson lets out a breath through his nose, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I’m sorry, I just don’t want anything to happen to…” he trailed off, trying to keep a low profile.

“I know you’re just being careful. It’s sweet, and I really appreciate it. But either we tell the guys what’s going on or we figure out how to be more subtle.” You thought you guys were being quiet, but once again Baze was standing just within earshot, hearing your entire conversation.

 Colson demanded you stay backstage instead of in front of the gates like normal tours. “I don’t care if they think something’s up, you are not getting anywhere near that crowd.”

This was something you could actually agree on, not wanting any crazy fangirls to try and reach over the barricade and hurt you by accident (it had happened before). So, you were stood backstage before the concert, like normal, only this time you had a spot next to the stage picked out just for you to watch. Colson came over to you, jumping up and down in excitement.

You giggled at his happy demeanor, feeding off his energy. “Good luck kiss?” You offered to which he happily nodded. You pulled him in by his shoulders, intending to give him a soft kiss. Colson being Colson, however, decided that this was the perfect time for an extremely heated make out session.

You didn’t complain much as his hands explored your waist, paying special attention to your stomach, where a small bump would soon be forming. His lips against yours were heaven.

“Okay loverboy!” Ashleigh called, making him pull away from your lips but he kept himself close to you. “You’re on.”

He nodded towards her, giving you one last peck before running off to the stage. Before he left, his hands lingered on your stomach just a little longer than normal, his eyes glancing down to it for a split second.

Then you watched the love of your life run towards the stage, a grin on his face. “I love you!” You called. He turned to you right before he got on stage and mouthed the words back to you, knowing you couldn’t hear him anymore. You smiled, the sight of him living his dream making your heart melt.

Slim was on the side of the stage closest to you, and had caught the last moments of your intimacy, including Colson’s attention to your stomach. He perked and eyebrow at the sight but shook it off as Colson being into some weird new thing.

 After the show, everyone was hyped up on adrenaline and alcohol. The crew decided to move the party to a nearby club. Colson wanted to take you back to the bus and stay there with you all night, but you made him go. “Colson, I have been in this condition for all of 3 days. I am fine. You just finished the first show of your tour. We,” you pointed between the two of you, “are going out to celebrate, even if that means I can only drink water or pop.”

He rolled his eyes but gave in, letting you drag him down the street towards the rest of your friends. When you got to the club, you grabbed a table with Ash, Irv, Baze, and Slim while Colson took Rook to get drinks for everyone.

When the pair got back, they started handing out drinks. Colson set a glass of water in front of you, causing the group to raise eyebrows at you two, which you just shrugged off, sipping the water. As much as you would have loved to get wasted with your friends, you knew it would hurt the baby. You tried to act as nonchalant about it as possible, realizing that it was gonna be hard to hide your secret if you got water every time you went out.

This was going to be a long 9 months.

“I wanna dance.” Ashleigh said, grabbing Irv and Rook and dragging them to the floor. You grinned, about to stand up and join them when you felt a hand on your thigh. You turned towards Colson, who was currently stopping you from having fun, giving him a glare.

He shook his head slightly at you, leaning close to you to whisper in your ear. “There’s a lot of people here, I don’t want you to get hurt.”

You sighed and rolled your eyes, whispering back, “can you ease up a little bit, please? I’ll be careful. I want to have a little fun before I’m not able to move at all.”

His face was stern, the two of you having a silent argument with your eyes. You pleaded with him, trying to get him to crack but he just shook his head.

Meanwhile Baze and Slim watched you two, trying to figure out how the hell you were communicating without actually talking. “Is everything okay with you two?” Slim asked, pulling your attention to the two men.

You nodded, smiling, “yeah, we’re great.”

Baze cocked his head, “you sure? Because he’s” he pointed at Colson, “acting like you’re pregnant or something.”

You felt Colson’s hand on your thigh tighten, his entire body stiffening. You giggled, trying to play off the comment. Baze started laughing the moment he saw Colson’s expression, which you turned to see was like a deer caught in headlights. Slim’s eyes went wide, “holy shit, for real? Congrats guys!”

You laughed, rubbing Colson’s shoulder, “good job, babe. You did a great job at keeping this between us.”

He looked down at you with a sheepish expression, “sorry, I thought we were being subtle.” He mumbled and you laughed.

“Cols, I was being subtle. You were acting like I was gonna die if someone so much as touched me.” Slim and Baze chuckled at this, and you turned to explain. “We found out for sure yesterday and didn’t want anyone to get freaked out or throw off the tour or anything. So, Colson here,” your head nodded towards your boyfriend, “thought we could keep it a secret for now.”

He frowned, his friends still laughing at him. “Dude, you are the worst secret keeper ever, man.” Baze said. “It took one push and you cracked.” You giggled, nodding your head in agreement. “But seriously, congrats guys.”

“Thanks, B.” You said, “but listen, both of you. If anyone on this tour tells me what I can and can’t do because I’m pregnant, I’ll cut their dick off.” The two boys nodded in understanding.

“Am I really that bad at keeping secrets?” Colson asked, still upset that he spilled.

You giggled and nodded, “Yeah, darling. You are.”

[babymetaldoll]

Family probation period (Matthew Gray Gubler/ Reader)

Requested: Yes 

Summary: Matthew Gray Gubler meets his girlfriend’s family on Christmas eve. Just one detail: none of them knew she was dating. 

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of abusive relationships 

Category: Fluff

Pairing: Matthew Gray Gubler/ Reader 

Wordcount: 3,5K

A/N: A late Christmas story, but I think we are still in the holiday season... right? also: requests are officially open

Masterlist 

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- "Are you sure about this?"- (Y/N) looked at Matthew and he nodded with a huge grin on his face. They were parked outside her parent’s house. They had driven from Los Angeles to San Francisco to spend Christmas Eve with them. 

- "Why not? I bet they are gonna love me"- he answered with his “Matthew Gray Gubler’s certified to make you drop your panties smile.”

- "I don’t know, I’m nervous"

- "Well missy, it was your idea to drop by your parents and surprise them with the news of your adorable boyfriend, so?"- (Y/N) smiled and nodded. 

- "And you thought it was a great idea, by the way, that's why you are here"

- "Yeah"- Gubler sighed and looked outside- "Why do you still trust my good judgment?" 

- "Well…"- (Y/N) looked at me and bit her lips- "You are very convincing"- he smiled and kissed her lips softly.

- "It's gonna be ok, they love you, I love you, which means we are gonna get along"- she nodded and smiled. 

- "Alright, I'll pretend that makes sense"- Gubler chuckled and kissed her again

- "Let's do this, Bunny".

-

Matthew and (Y/N) had been dating for over ten months. At first, they decided to take things slow, get to know each other better, try to make things work with their crazy schedules. But soon, they realized they had fallen in love, and “taking things slow” was not their thing. 

(Y/N) had decided to wait for the right moment to tell her parents she had found someone. Her last relationship had been a nightmare, and she knew her family (especially her brother) was going to be apprehensive about her new boyfriend. However, she was eager to tell them how happy she was with Matthew and how great he was with her. 

He was, hands down, the best boyfriend she had ever had. He was sweet and thoughtful. Sure, he wasn’t perfect. He would forget many things 'cos his head was in hundredth places at once (she was almost sure he had ADHD). And sometimes it felt she had a boyfriend and a son all wrapped in the same 6 ft adorable manchild she was dating. But still, he was the best boyfriend.

She was hoping her parents and family would see he made her happy.   

-

- “Ok, here we go”- Matthew rang the bell and turned to (Y/N), excited. She laughed and opened the door.

- “I still got my key.”

- “Right.”

- “Hello? Mom? Dad?”- she took a step inside and looked around. Her father stood up from the couch quickly and nearly ran to the door.

- “Peanut! You are home!”

Matthew smiled and held their bags staring at the scene. In all the time they had been together, he had heard a lot about (Y/N)’s parents. She loved them deeply, and he knew she wanted to share their relationship with them.

Her last boyfriend was an abuser, he hit her, and she kept it from everybody for months before breaking up. That’s why he could understand why her family would be apprehensive. And he was ready to show them how much he loved her.

- “My baby is home!”- (Y/N)’s mom appeared from the kitchen and hugged her daughter, who was still wrapped in her father’s embrace. 

- “Guys! I can’t breathe!”- she pretended to be suffocating and giggled. 

- “Too bad! You are never home! So bear with it!”- her father chuckled and kissed the top of her head 

- “By the way, (Y/N), who’s the man standing by the door?”- her mother asked and frowned, looking at Gubler. He smiled and waved, making his best to look as nice as possible. 

- “Guys, I want you to meet Matthew Gray Gubler… my boyfriend.”

And the silence in the room was as thick and uncomfortable as possible.

- “Hello”- Gubler smiled and shook their hands- “It’s a pleasure to meet you, (Y/N) talks so much about you”- but neither of them knew what to say. 

- “Guys, it’s ok, he is a good guy”- (Y/N) wrapped an arm around Matthew, and he immediately kissed the top of her head. 

- “Did I hear my sister has a new boyfriend?”- footsteps coming down the stairs surprised the couple, and (Y/N) wide opened her eyes immediately.

- “Adam!! You are home!!”- she hugged her brother so tight, he couldn’t help but laugh.

- “I’ve got the feeling you missed me.”

- “So fucking much!! When did you get home?”

- “Last night, mom said you’d be coming for Christmas, so I thought I could surprise you.”

- “And where are my nephews? I wanna spoil my babies!”

- “With Emma getting the last few things mom needed from the grocery’s, but they should be here any minute. I missed you, kitty.”

Adam kissed her forehead and looked at her sweetly. It was clear he loved and cared about his little sister. But as soon as his eyes reached Matthew, his whole face changed. 

- “And who is this?”  

- “This is my boyfriend, Matthew”- (Y/N) walked back to Gubler and held his hand- “He is awesome, so be nice, ok?”

- “Nice to meet you, Adam. (Y/N) talks so much about you. I was looking forward to meeting you”- Matthew shook his hand and smiled. 

- “Funny, she never mentioned you.”

- “Yeah,”- (Y/N) explained- “I wanted to give you guys a surprise, and I knew if I told you over the phone, you were going to stress out, so I thought it would be better if you just met him”

Her family nodded but didn’t look pretty convinced. 

- “I know you are all real apprehensive about (Y/N) having a new boyfriend, but I promise you, I’m nothing like her ex, and I wanna show you how much I care for her if you let me.”

Gubler was sincere and upfront. (Y/N)’s parents nodded, but her brother just crossed his arms and frowned.  

- “Adam, be nice”- she warned and grabbed her bag- “Let’s leave these in my room, Gub.”

- “You are not sharing rooms with a boy!”- her brother instantly replied, but she ignored him and walked upstairs. Matthew took the bags from her hands and followed her.

-

- “Sorry”- (Y/N) whispered and closed her eyes, embarrassed. Gubler left the bags on the floor of her room and walked towards her to hold her hands. 

- “Hey, it’s ok, they are just shocked,”- he whispered and smiled at her, trying his best to make her feel better. 

- “I would be shocked too if our daughter walks into our house and tells us she has been dating nearly a year with some guy I’ve never heard about.”

(Y/N) chuckled and sighed. The words “Our daughter” had been enough to make her forget everything that troubled her. The idea of a future with him was too sweet to worry about anything else. 

- “Now, back to what really matters here”- Gubler took a look around and pointed at the walls- “Did you have some kind of obsession with My Chemical Romance growing up, or is it just me?”

- “Eh… nope”- she simply answered and laughed. There were many posters of the band on every wall in that room. 

- “I don’t know, I’m getting the vibe you had a thing on that guy… he kinda looks like a vampire.”

- “Gerard? he was…”- (Y/N) made a pause and looked at the walls- “I had a little crush on him”

- “Little?”- Gubler raised an eyebrow

- “Yeah, just a little, nothing to worry about… I just wanted to marry him, that’s all.”- he chuckled and leaned in to kiss her.  

- “I guess you never know someone until you walk into their teenage room.”

Matthew was nervous, but he was never going to face it. He wanted to make a good impression, and he wanted (Y/N)’s parents to like him. He was in that relationship for the long run, and it was important for him to have her parent’s approval. And clearly, now her brother’s too.

-

- “So, Matthew, what do you do?”- Adam asked him as everybody gathered in the kitchen, drinking eggnog and setting the last few things for the Christmas dinner. 

- “I majored in film directing in New York University’s Tisch School of the Arts"- (Y/N) bit her lips and smiled. She was torn between feeling embarrassed and enjoying the moment.  

- “Film directing”- Adam looked at him and raised an eyebrow. 

- “Yeah, I always loved making movies and telling stories”- Gubler sipped his cup of coffee and smiled. 

- “But, do you have a regular job?”- Adam asked and raised an eyebrow- “Making movies doesn’t sound like a real job to me.”

- “Adam!”- (Y/N) looked at her brother with daggers in her eyes

- “What? I’m getting to know your boyfriend, isn’t that what you wanted?”

- “Yes, but you don’t have to be a dickhead”- the young woman walked a few steps closer to her brother and raised an eyebrow- I haven’t seen you in six months. Can you just be nice?”

Adam meant no harm, but he was worried. He had been the one his sister called after her ex-boyfriend hit her. He had been the one who took her out from that apartment, picked up her things, and took care of her. Of course, he was scared she might get hurt again. 

-

- “And where are you from?”- (Y/N)’s mom asked him as they all walked to the living room and sat down. 

- “Las Vegas,”- Matthew answered and smiled- “My family still lives there, and we visit as often as we can.”

- “So, you’ve met his family”- Mrs. (Y/L/N) looked at her daughter and raised an eyebrow, surprised. 

- “Yeah, they are the best! We spent Halloween with them this year. We took Matthew’s nephews trick and treating. It was really fun!”

Mrs. (Y/L/N) nodded and stared at the scene. Gubler was sitting next to her daughter, holding her hand and looking at her in honest and deep adoration. It was strange and shocking, but at the same time, she could feel he was a nice guy who loved her very much. And that was all she needed to know. 

Meanwhile, Mr. (Y/L/N) started asking Gubler questions about his family, school, and what he did for a living. 

- “Right now, I have an acting job.” 

- “Really?”- (Y/N)’s brother raised an eyebrow, surprised- “TV?”

- “Yeah.”

Adam was about to keep asking about it when his wife, Emma, walked in with their five-year-old twins.   

- “Aunt (Y/N)!!

- “Munchkins!”- the young woman opened her arms and hugged them at the same time as the kids held her legs tight, almost making her fall.

- “You are so big! why aren’t you two babies anymore?”

- “(Y/N)! hey”- Emma walked over and looked at her, but suddenly she just gasped. 

- “What?”- Adam asked, confused- “What is it?”

- “Oh shit!”- she nearly dropped the bag and wide opened her eyes, suddenly- “Why is Spencer Reid in our living room?”

Matthew looked at (Y/N), and neither of them knew what to do or say. So he just stood up and walked over to shake her hand. 

- “Hi, I’m Matthew, (Y/N)’s boyfriend.”

- “No freaking way!”- Emma whispered and held his hand, repeating a little slowlier- “No freaking way”. 

Adam looked at his wife and didn’t understand a word she was saying. His parents didn’t get what was going on, and (Y/N) just bit her lips, trying not to laugh. She never thought that could happen. 

- “I’m gonna put an eye on dinner…”- Mrs. (Y/L/N) said and stood up- “(Y/N), can you give me a hand?”

- “Sure mom”- she said and smiled at Gubler. He winked and watched her walking to the kitchen with her mom. Things were a little weirder than he thought. 

- “Ok, what was that?”

- “What was what, mom?

- “Emma nearly died when she saw Matthew. Why?”

- “‘Cos he is in a tv show and she recognized him, I think”- Mrs. (Y/L/N) looked at her and sighed.

- “Is he good with you?”

- “The best”

- “‘Cos he looks like he is a nice guy”

- “I swear, mom, he is the sweetest. He wanted to come and meet you to show you he is nothing like Bret”- (Y/N) held a bowl with roasted potatoes and smiled at her mother- “I love him”

- “You can tell… and he loves you too, especially if he is willing to put up with your brother”

- “Can you tell Adam to stop being an ass?”

- “I can tell him, but that won’t stop him”.

-

When (Y/N) walked to the dining room, she looked at her boyfriend, who was now sitting on the floor, doing magic tricks for her nephews. She felt her heart was about to burst, staring at the scene. The twins were laughing, and Gubler kept making pennies disappear in front of them. 

She couldn’t stop hearing his voice saying “our daughter” over and over again. It was a dream, and it was too soon to even think about it, but it felt so right. It made so much sense.

- “I like him”- her father’s voice took her from her thoughts and forced her to turn around

- “Really?”

- “Yeah… he’s good with kids, and it’s clear he loves you, that’s all I need to know”- he kissed the top of his daughter’s head and sighed. 

- “Your brother hates him though”

- “I kind of figured”

- “The fact Emma is drooling over him is not making things better”- (Y/N) looked at her father and just laughed.

- “Are you kidding me?”

- “No, he took her upstairs to cool her off”

- “Shit… well, it could be worst” 

- “How?”- she looked at her father in silence

- “Well… Adam hasn’t tried to kick him out”

- “Yet”- Mr. (Y/L/N) chuckled at his own joke and shook his head- “Don’t worry peanuts, Matt is safe”. 

- “Actually, can you not call him Matt, please? bad memories.”

- “Sure, Matthew it is?”- she nodded and smiled. 

- “Thanks dad”

-

- “Dinner is ready”- Mrs. (Y/L/N) announced after half an hour. She walked to the living room where Adam, Matthew, and her husband were talking. 

Gubler was having a good time talking with Mr. (Y/L/N). He was fun and kept telling her funny stories about (Y/N). Adam was still a dick, but at least his father wasn’t paying him much attention, so neither did Gubler. 

- “This smells amazing”- Gubler said as he sat down next to (Y/N)- “I’m guessing this is Mrs. (Y/L/N) ’s signature turkey recipe. (Y/N) talked about it the whole way over.” 

- “She has the recipe, by the way, if you like it, she can cook it for you”- Mrs. (Y/L/N) smiled proudly.  

- “Yeah, just make sure she won’t burn down the house”- Adam joked and felt his sister’s angry eyes on him- “What? I’m making an aimless conversation. Isn’t that what you wanted?” 

- “Shut up”

- “She is a great baker”- Matthew continued talking- “She is actually making me gain weight in the latest months”

- “Sure, like you could get fat”- (Y/N) snorted and looked at her boyfriend

- “Hey, you are making me eat cinnamon rolls, cake, and cookies like three times a week”- Gubler chuckled and looked at her- “My pants almost don’t close”

- “So, Matthew”- Emma said suddenly- “How did you two meet?”

- “He actually said I smelled like cinnamon rolls the first time he met me”- (Y/N) smiled and looked at her sister in law.

- “We met at a party, her friend Ana is dating my friend Charlie. And when I saw her, I knew I had to talk to her ‘cos she has the most gorgeous smile I’ve ever seen”- Emma was nearly sighing at those words.

- “And did you recognize him?”- Adam was embarrassed by his wife’s questions, but he couldn’t stop her. 

- “No, I had never seen the show…”

- “And do you know the rest of the cast now? Do you hang out?”- Adam looked at Emma and frowned- “What? I’m just asking”

(Y/N) blushed and closed her eyes. She took a deep breath and felt her boyfriend’s hand on hers, knowing what she was about to say. 

- “So, we are here today because I wanted you to know Matthew. He is the best guy on earth, and he makes me happy every day”- she made a pause and looked at him. 

- “You make me happy too, Bunny”- he whispered and smiled. 

- “Ok, so you are in love, is that what you wanted to tell us?”- Adam said with an annoyed voice.

- “No, we wanted to tell you we are moving in together.”

(Y/N) bit her lips after delivering the news. Her parents looked at each other but didn’t seem mad, just surprised. Adam, on the other hand, frowned immediately. 

- “Before you start freaking out and yell at me,”- Matthew said with a soft voice- “I need you to know and understand how much I love your sister, and I would never hurt her in any way. Never.”

Her family looked at him in silence. Her father nodded and smiled. 

- “It’s clear you are a good guy, Matthew,”- he said, and (Y/N) sighed, feeling relieved to hear those words- “And I know you understand we will always be a little scared something bad might happen to our baby again.”

- “I completely understand. I just want you to know I will never hurt her. I love her, I wanna live with her. I’m here for the long run, and I wish you could all give me a chance”. 

(Y/N) felt like crying when she heard those words. Matthew was telling her family how much he loved her. He was showing them he wanted to be with her. Nothing could be better than that. 

- “And have you thought about where you’ll live?”- her mother asked, smiling.

- “I recently bought a house,”- Matthew explained- “We are planning to move in after the holidays. Meanwhile, we’ve been busy getting a few things we needed”- he looked so happy, no one could doubt he was excited with the plans. 

- “Listen”- no one but Adam, apparently- “If anything happens to my sister, I’m gonna hunt you, I will find you, and I will make you pay.” 

- “Adam…”- she tried to argue, but Gubler smiled at her and nodded

- “I know there is nothing I can say that will make you believe me, so I will just ask you to give me the chance to show you how much I love her.”- but Adam didn’t say a word. 

- “I know what happened to her was awful, and I know you don’t want anyone hurting her, but that’s not what I wanna do. I just wanna make her happy. If she wants me to.”

Adam looked at his sister, who had tears in her eyes. He couldn’t bear to see her cry, though those weren’t sad tears. She looked at Matthew, and he smiled at her, wiping the tears from her cheeks and kissing her lips sweetly for a second. He whispered, “I love you,” and she giggled. 

- “Oh come on!”- Mr. (Y/L/N)- “Even I can see he loves your sister! stop being a dick and be happy for them!”- Adam sighed at his father’s words and stood up.  

- “If you fuck it up, you are dead”- he said and reached out his hand to Gubler- “But I trust you won’t”- and Matthew quickly stood up and shook it. 

- “I know you just want to take care of her, and I completely understand that”

- “You are in family probation period.” 

(Y/N) smiled at her brother, and he winked at her. Finally, she sighed, relieved. 

- “I can’t believe you are gonna move in with Dr. Reid!!”- Emma almost shrieked

- “Please don’t”- Adam frowned and looked at his wife- “Don’t make this harder”

- “You are gonna have to watch the show with me, you are gonna love it. I swear you won’t be able to hate him once you know Reid”

(Y/N) looked at Matthew and whispered in his ear. 

- “Your family wasn’t embarrassing. Mine was. I’m sorry”- he nearly laughed at those words and shook his head. 

- “My friends are embarrassing if it counts”

- “Your friends are my friends, Gubler”

- “Fine, we have embarrassing friends, we are gonna have to live with it”

Gubler moved a little closer, and was ready to kiss her when Adam’s voice stopped him. 

- “Just don’t make out with my sister in front of me while you are on probation, dude!”

- “Sorry!”- Gubler nearly jumped on his chair, and (Y/N) chuckled- “Sorry!”. 

[portuguesedisaster]

Oh, juicy stuff! I feel like this is an important episode. So there’s 14 passages that all lead to somewhere, which, I don’t know, represent some kind of ideas? There’s darkness, claustrophobia, smoke, cobwebs and death and a strange something (a figure??), maybe? Those are all themes of this show, but they are also themes of the horror in general ( and some fears of mine, nothing against cobwebs and kinda like darkness ?!), so it’s probably a coincidence, but why 14 passages? 14 is a multiple of 7, so maybe it’s a number related mystery? also is the architect related to all of this? don’t really like the idea of this guy started liking to design churches, but u know, possibly. What, I think, is interesting is the way of how these statements always have some kind of overarching arc. It’s like following a bunch of people around and trying to understand the order on which they did specific things, how did they get there, what lead them to do something. And even though it is now obvious that there is, at least (I’m pretty sure there’s more, maybe 14, that’s what the passages mean??), a puppeteer somewhere, these people just keep appearing and disappearing intertwining themselves in each other stories.

Now, going with the 14 puppeteers theory, is the distortion guy one of those? Or is he a puppet? Because, he feels like an anomaly in the themes of the statements, since he is not either a crazy guy or any kind of supernatural phenomena. Obviously, he is not human, but it’s interesting he is not directly against the institute (apparently, or maybe he is, and just didn’t like The worm people!) or against the humans, like most of the other not human “people” that happen to interact with the subjects of the statements.

Other interesting thing is that, whoever these “puppeteer” are, they are obviously either immortal, or an hereditary place, since we have statements as old as the 19th century. Is Leitner one of those? Or is he just a guy who just happens to have a very weird collection of cursed books? Is the book Gerard Keay took with him one of those? Is Gerard related to Leitner though? He appears related to the books of the Leitner collection, and strangely connected with them, but he does not appear to be connected to the guy itself. And, in this theory (which does not goes against my “Percy Jackson-Magnus archives theory, btw) what place does the institute take? Mag 34 confirm that it is some kind of established entity in the city, but where did it came from? It could just be a coincidence, but the fact that Jonah Magnus was mentioned on the 12th century statement and Elias (whom is the boss, for what I understand) seems to know and receive financing from some statement figures (the Lukas family, otherwise known in my head as the alone/lonely/introvert guys (it changes, ok?), since apparently they do not acknowledge anyone else that is not family (yes, I took it from the girl who got run for a car and met her dead fiancé family statement)) makes me believe that the institute is related somewhere with this (the biggest clue is probably the open eye, which has esoteric meanings and might mean knowledge, but then what does the closed eye mean, no knowledge?- I’m still on the light/dark idea, but let’s variate!). The subplot of “What happened with Gertrude Robinson” will probably deliver more clues of what role does the institute play here and where did they come from.

Other thing that I understood yesterday (when I should be studying microeconomics, take what you want from this fact) is that there’s a bunch of statements related to mutilation? Which, of course, is another common theme of horror stories, but what strikes different, is that there’s apparently no puppet? Except the lady that did jigsaws in one of the first statements, all the mutilation episodes deal with someone mutilating himself, which also makes me believe that there is some kind of mind control here? The lady from the ghost hunting show, for example, was talking with someone, and taking parts of herself at the same time, but are the facts intertwined? I don’t think so, based on the fact that it only happened with her, and she had already shown some worries against the building where that happened.

Talking about buildings, there’s some special ones here. Top of mind comes, the ghost place, of the ghost hunting program statement, the church (related to Gertrude Robinson, on the statement of the roommate whose mom died and converted to a weird cult) and the house with the tree, which already appeared twice, related to two different mind problems (the priest which went crazy and killed someone and the builder/worker who had some genetic disease in the family (sorry, don’t remember the name!). The club from this statement (which was MAG 35 btw) is also an interesting example of location use, even though, in this case, it’s not really the building, is more the place where it is located.

Finally, there’s the cults and the circus (which was mentioned, like once, but is definitely important, I think) which feel more like a reunion “place” for people who believe in the same thing. I don’t really understand what are the beliefs. If the 14 puppeteers actually end up being gods/ omnipotent beings, maybe they are what they believe, but there was not enough of them introduced yet to make one for each puppeteer, so maybe that’s something to a future moment.

Have fun reading all my ramblings and theories!

Note: Not actually that related, but I’m genuinely curious to what did Jonathan get in the end. I suppose nothing good ahaha.

[realcatalina]

Isabella I vs Mary Rose Tudor:part 2- Could it actually be Juana?

Please look at part 1 and posts about depictions of Isabella, Mary Rose and Juana, before reading this. Beware, it is ‘short’ comparison again. Enjoy.

I know it might seem as crazy idea, because we have so many different potraits of Juana and we think we know how she looked like. Yet most people think she was brunette and during doing post about Juana’s despictions I realised 8 different portraits of hers, are very likely copies! Of one another, with 2 looking like they are original inspiration for rest, and these 2 in turn very likely are severally altered copy of Tryptych showing Juana with her husband.

But once I started looking into tryptych I found things which makes me believe it too might be copy(maybe even period copy, but altered copy nevertheless.)

So instead of having many depictions of Juana to go with, I have only two. And the portrait of Infanta-nobody knows which infanta it is. I know it isn’t Catherine because of nosetip(Mary I as child had that nosetip, hence in childhood portrait of her mother it should show) and it could be Juana or Maria.

(Hence I cannot use it!)

Hence I am pretty much left with only portrait by Juan de Flandes 

and one stain glass depiction(which you cannot trust 100%). 

Both proving that Juana was strawberry blond and her nose didn’t look like in that tryptych and in majority of her well-known depictions. It looked more like on her tomb. 

(The tip didn’t hang down, sort of under the nose, under nostrils, like hawk’s beak, at least not nearly as prominently as in most of her potraits.)

But I might have found 2 unidentified potraits of Juana.

One is very young looking lady wearing spanish outfit in Marriage feast at Cana By Gerard David(the painting is estimated 1500-1504, but it could be late 1490s)

For me the biggest clue of why it might be Juana is that her parents had copy of it made(bellow) and acccuracy of spanish costume.

I think the religious painting was done to commemorate Juana’s wedding to Philip in 1496. And in case you’re wondering the hair in the original is darker shade of golden.

2nd is unidentified potrait of woman By Ambrosius Holbein in spanish dress. I , I have been struggling to identify the sitter. I thought Isabella, then I rejected it. Because fashion was so different.

And then I’ve seen Juana’s tomb(and look at that not so short neck) and knew.

I think it is safe to proclaim it is same fashion and very likely same woman.

(Obviously one shows Juana with lower gown(tomb) and one with upper gown(painting), but it is same timeframe). 

Hence I have 3 depictions showing Juana in several angles:

(but she’d be just 16th at Mariage at Cana and is sitting from different side, hence it is not best choice for comparison. But it proves Juana’s neck wasn’t short. More like normal.)

Juana would certainly had every reason to wear her mother’s jewelry! (And means, Isabella pawned her jewels from time to time, they didn’t stay pawned forever.)

To be shown wearing symbols of Spain and Castille especially. Hence every argument for Isabella is argument for Juana too. I found different accounts about Juana’s eyes(blue, grey, grey-brown, brown), but that is not disproving anything. 

The unidentifed painting by A. Holbein was probably done in 1506-1509, after sdhe returned to Castile.

And just look at the resemblence between the dresses:

That is fashion max 10 years apart, probably less.

The two women look as if they have similiar features and distances aren’t that off. The jewelry(necklace) being styled in exactly same way, points to it being less than 10 years apart. Net partlet too.  This is really close resemblance of fashion. Could be even 5 years apart.

Problem is. It is is apart. The one on left is cca 1506-1509. But it is too different from the one on right. They look like logical transition between one to another.

Could 3-4 years be enough? Possibly yes.

When faces are scaled to same size, then distances aren’t always perfect match, but not big enough to exclude Juana(it can happen that it can be slightly off especially due to angle and tilt differences) and A. Holbein portrayed Juana with shorter neck. 

Hence could it be same person? Yes. In theory it could. Nose isn’t perfect match and shape of certain features is not always match either.

But there might be explanation for this. 

In in-dept description of Magdalen, the National Gallery pointed out that some lines in painting were not originally intended to show. the layers have became bit transparent revealing sketch beneath the painting and strokes painter used to create shadows. That means some lines might have become very thin and might be hard to spot if they show at all.

(I didn’t point it with Isabella because the distances of features and fashion were too off in her case.)

2nd things is damage to painting itself. On old photograph of the MagdaIene you can see several places where painting suffered some damage(white lines etc.)-dents into layers of paint.

 During conservation work upon the painting the eye was retouched so well, you cannot even tell something was there. But I fear that either by error during conservation or by thinning of layers there is now slight change to the nose. There was dent across nose(almost unvisible nowadays) and tiny bit of nose detail was lost in area very close to it. 

It is almost unnoticeable. I missed it several times, but nose was tiny bit different.(It’s such tiny difference i doubt the difference is caused by nose being repainted beforehand and conservation work removing it.) 

Why is this important? Because nose on left has this sort of triangular shape, from eyes to its tip and has sharp edge(posibly the underlaying line of sketch was revealed). While nose on right does’t get narrower as we aproach the tip.It stays same(and line is barely noticeable). Even thought it is just slight difference in shadows, because of where it was located, it changed the feature slightly!

(Red circle shows where dent is/was located)

One of our originals was deceiving us, showing slightly different nose!

2nd portrait has it even worse, even left side of nose is almost invisble(webpage of museum of Art decoratvie doesn’t show HD. In not HD, you don’t see it.)-probably due to thinning of lines.

Hence this one has also been deceitful(but in this one you could at least tell.)

Juana’s nose was very narrow, but it is almost exact same width from eyes to nosetip in de Flandes’ portrait. So this revealation about nose’s shape  is going in Juana’s favour.

(By the way neither painting(we try to identify)was identified as bySittow, they are still great, but perhaps the painter had  less skill in making pigments stable.)

Hence it could still be Juana. Juana certainly fitsthousand times better than her mother. I don’t have anything solid which would disprove it. Which is both dissapointing and thrilling at same time, because I wanted to prove it. So far, I can’t. Because I have 1 very realistical portrait of Juana and 2 very realistical(though not 100%) portraits we try to identify and I should be straight away be able to tell-ok this is probably same person.

Even thought it is by different artist. So I have to objective and say I am not certain that it is Juana. But I didn’t find anything which would disprove it this far.

 And sadly, this might be as close as we will get when trying to identify those two portraits.

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BUt I cannot exclude Mary Rose Tudor without looking at her too. Just to be sure. If it was Mary Rose, then fashion 5 years from cca 1507-9 Juana’s portrait is certainly possible. It actually fits perfectly for when her portrait for her bethrohed would be made. C.1512-1514. 

And aside from necklace of arrows( VERY unlikely), everything could work for her as well as I explained in part 1. Hence now we can only compare her features to our 2 unidentified portraits.

But Mary Rose depictions proved to be even more complicated matter than Juana’s!

There are two unsuitable copies of now lost original.

I excluded them both from comparison. One on right is clearly drawing of original and not very good one. And one on left thought looks like it might be original(and looks realistic), but it is very likely copy by William Scrots, who became court painter in cca 1545 because of the exaggerated nature of pearls, exactly his style! (Mary died in 1533.)

Her marriage portrait(several ) I thought at first are all copies, now I am not certain in one case. 

The crucial proved to be sketch of her done while she was in France(cca 1514/1515, probably 1515 because she is wearing mourning headwear).

The one most often talked about as the only autentic one was located in  Ashmolean museum, University of Oxford(they have 2-bellow):

BUt even the museum itself has since changed their mind about it and now say it is by fallower of Jean Clouet(it’s one on left) and other by anonymous.

Neither is 16th century original and the text is from 19th century and logically how could anybody tell it is her after so long, without there being any label? 

Because there exists 16th century label and writing on other versions:

In both sketches is written text  saying  ‘plus sale que royne‘ which means ‘more dirty than queenly.’ (comment about Mary’s behaviour). There are two different s. S as we know it-modern one and medieval one- There is also old r, looking like modern  z. That places the writing into late 15th to 16th century, where this gradual change from old version of letters to new occured.

It also says La Reyne marie(Marie is french version of Mary).

This timeline is important, because there are only 3 Queens of France called Mary/Marie in correct timeline. And it isn’t Mary Stuart nor Marie de Medici.

So has to be Mary Rose Tudor!

There is another 16th century sketch of same woman, made by Francois Clouet(son of Jean Clouet) and both had nickname Janet and often it is hard to tell whose work is whoms especially as son later helped in his father’s studio.

But Francois would be too young to sketch Mary Rose. However his father undoubtedly was sent to paint Mary in 1514, hence my theory is that this sketch is his practise work, based upon his father’s original sketch. 

That is the most logical explanation I can think of for text in other two versions.

But which one is the original? Well actually neither of these two is.Because the very white one is not an actual drawing, but print of it(on left). The original it is based upon is quiet different(on right) and which one of them do you think was used for comparisons? The print! In which features are slightly off):

The probable original has all the damage(such as paper being folded) and smudges etc, which you’d expect to see in 16th century original(though i wasn’t able to confirm because Bibliotheque where it is supposed to locate is hard to navigate to non-french speaker).

Very likely this is the original of Mary Rose Tudor:

There is striking resemblance to one of the versions of marriage portrait. 

I previously have ruled it out as copy, because there are only two slashes on undersleeves instead of three. But more I look at it, greater is the resemblence and I have actually thought of logical reason why undersleeves would be altered.

I have known previously that the painting was originally larger by several cm(because there is 18th century print showing more of the painting). Only reason for it happening(that i could think of it) would be fire evacuation.

If there was a fire in great house which had large collection of paintings, very often there wasn’t enough time to hang down the paintings with care. Instead they cut them out of frame! In order to save them.

But since they were in hurry, maybe they cut off the edge also, the very edge where undersleeves were supposed to be. 

If it isn’t original, then hats off to painter who made such excellent copy. 

Hence most likely this is real Mary Rose Tudor:

with straight, rather long, but overall much smaller nose.

(of course the hair pigments in painting has darkened and french hood’s veil  covers part of the neck.)

And I wouldn’t even have to continue from here.  

When trying to identify portrait, even if you have favourite you badly wish would win, you have to stay objective. Otherwise, don’t bother to make any research. The shallow biased ‘research’, which doesn’t explore alternatives, nor points they use copies for comparison, is very wrong! 

  I will be frank. 

When I take into factor the slightly different angle, and tilt of head and fact person lost bit of weight(on right), serious face vs smile, and slightly narrower nose

(which is explained by the alteration I explained before). 

And compare the shape of features and distances, they are same. Not similiar, same. It is same woman. 

I know how unlikely it is for Mary Rose Tudor to be depicted with that necklace and yet I am staring at her wearing it!!!

(Tiny curl of hair, can happen to even person with straight her from time to time. Also the nose isn’t shaded enough in the sketch, so you have to really focus yourself to see the faded line which shapes it to same nose we see on left.)

How on earth did that necklace got to her?!?!?!?!?! How?! 

Or did it?

I got crazy idea of painter making her portrait and then traveling to Spain and painting the necklace into it. Which is ridiculous. Nobody would bother to do this!

 But what if portrait of Isabella with that necklace by Sittow truly existed? 

Could that painting be sent to England, instead of the neklace and used to portray Mary Rose with that necklace? In theory it could be possible. Sittow’s work had that photo-like quality. I don’t know of single example when such thing was ever done, but it certainly seems as way more likely scenario than sending real necklace.

The medal might have been designed based upon such painting:

Position of necklace on medal and this painting is exactly the same.

And to disapoint myself further,  I found another thing which points to Mary Rose(and makes 0 sense for Juana and Isabella this far).

 Remember this ring-holding gesture?

 I still don’t know what it means, but many English Kings were depicted doing it.

I don’t know what it is supposed to symbolize, but I looked through Spanish royal portraits-they are never depicted doing this!

I watched video of Dr Tarnya Cooper a curator of 16th century collections at National Gallery speak about this gesture but even she was unsure about the meaning of the gesture. But she noted it was on depictions of plantagenet Kings(last was Richard III).

Admitably original York portraits are now lost, but the earliest copies from c. 1510 all show correct fashion for the day and appear to be fairly good copies of originals. Sure they could have been altered to include this gesture-but that still brings us closer to England, than to Spain.

The gesture is tie to English royalty. The two portraits are packed with spanish everything! 

I am not saying there wouldn’t be any example of it outside of England(i found one in Netherlands in 1520s), I am sure if it has some symbolic meaning, it certainly wouldn’t be confined to just England, but I went through depictions of Spanish royalty and came up empty. Nothing. No playing with ring.

If you know of spanish example which I missed, please tell me. Or if you know the symbolism behind the gesture.(it is not to do with marriage, because all men were married when they got depicted.) 

Or if you know of any other example of 15th and 16th century of person depicted doing this, I’d like to see it.

More I looked into posibility of that sketch being Mary Rose, more I am convinced, I found at least one true depiction of Mary Rose.

Painting of Edward IV from 1510(earliest surviving copy of his portrait) and this sketch:

How can one not see the resemblance? They had almost exact same features, except here he already put on weight. Both were consider outstandingly beautiful by contemporary reports. There is also some resemblence to Henry VIII(though he was York in body-type only, in face he was very much Tudor)

But I noted if I compared the features to some of Spanish royal family, then there is also some resemblence. Which suggests, the two families shared ancestros really showed in their faces. 

By the way 2nd painting also suffered from some thinning of paint and nose is almost invisible. (I had to use version not from Museum of Arts decorative, because they don’t show any HD.)

I am 90% convinced it is Mary Rose Tudor AND that the paintings and sketch are done by same painter, probably Jean Clouet.

He had ties not to just French court(he became court painter of Francis I), but also to Margaret of Austria, hence he might have been sent to paint Mary Rose in 1514 not as French bride but as Habsburg bride.

BUt this entire ‘short’ research is all my opinion. My conclusions. And you’re all welcome to make yours. Or better! Find evidence which disprove my conclusions. I am open for debate, I am open for criticism, for new informations and revealations. Or suggestions for improvement. 

Just please, don’t go with -It must be my favourite, because I wish so! She was the best, so it must be her! 

I wanted it to be Isabella and then Juana, and I am disapointed it is neither. 

But for all  the good looks of Mary Rose, she had astonishly bad judment. To marry Charles Brandon after what he did with his two first ‘marriages’ just proves she was astonishighly naive!

 The man was male gold-digger and if he could go higher and richer than Mary Rose, he would! He might have been good looking and fun, but he had rotten character and was bad infleunce on both Mary Rose and her brother. (look up his first two ‘marriages’. What he did to poor Anne Brown was appaling!)

I don’t agree with everything Queen Isabella did as monarch nor as parent(she had favourites let’s face it), but she wasn’t naive and I at least I can respect her as ruler, for making her mark in man’s world. Too bad Juana couldn’t do the same.

[lovethestars1966]

STEREK, falsely accused FBI CH17, complete

IT IS COMPLETE! Yo it is FINALLY finished. And I dead ass forgot to post it on here. It has actually been done for about a week so I am really sorry for my tardiness posting it here. Below is a small snippet of the epilogue, 

WARNING does contain spoilers. 

Also I apologise for the spelling and grammar errors, I always seem to miss a few.

I’ve put a keep reading because it’s a lot of words, hit that to read the full snippet and his the link to see Stiles crush it as a lawyer. 

FINALLY, thank you all so much for the most amazing reviews and compliments, all of them undeserved. You are so fucking amazing and I can’t tell you how much this all meant to me!!! I love you all.

LINK

CH one:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31853854/chapters/78866347

Epilogue: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31853854/chapters/85028854#workskin 

————— 

“This is not going well,” Stiles hissed into Derek’s ear five days later, the last day of Gerard’s trial. 

“Shh,” Derek hissed back, Stiles ignored him.

“Like on a scale of one to ten, one being the best outcome possible, and ten being them overthrowing the case and handing Gerard the presidency, this is a fucking one hundred,” he continued, and Derek turned to him with a quirked eyebrow.

“What could be worse making a sociopathic megalomaniac President?” Derek pondered quietly and Stiles looked to contemplate the question for a moment.

“Making him an omniscient ruler of the universe,” he suggested, and Derek nodded judgmentally.

“Yeah,” he muttered to himself, but loud enough for Stiles to hear, “it was my own fault for engaging.” Stiles frowned and pinched his side.

Suddenly there was a banging from the front of the room, “I will have silence in this courtroom,” Judge Ryder sneered towards them, “if you two are bored of these proceedings, please feel free to excuse yourselves.”

Stiles bit down on his snide response and slouched back into his seat defeatedly. From the corner of his eye he could see Gerard ginning manically, victory well within reach, but Stiles refused to give him the satisfaction of looking over. 

Derek turned a bright shade of pink at being called out and choked out an apology that Stiles didn’t plan to echo. This whole trial had been a show.

“He’s just drunk on power,” Stiles huffed quietly once the rooms attention slipped back onto the defences expert they had on the stand, he was currently ripping their own expert testimony apart. Derek didn’t respond this time, just gave him a swift kick to the ankle in warning. “Ow,” he griped and glowered at his husband. 

“The defence rests your honour,” one of Gerard’s many lawyers announced smugly and sent Derek and Stiles a mightily superior look as he sat down. Stiles doesn’t regret poking his tongue out at the man for a single second, not even if it earns him another ankle kick.

“And the prosecution?” Judge Ryder asks reluctantly, and turns to face their own team of lawyers the DA of Sacramento lent them. Babies, the lot of them. Stiles was sitting just behind the babies as it so happened, and so he was privy to their hushed conversation.

“Do you have anything?” The man asked leaning over to first chair, a woman in a clean cut pants suit who Stiles could tell really wanted to win, she just didn’t know how. 

“After that?” She muttered in shock, “no way, we’ll just leave it for closing statements and finish it then,” he heard her whisper back, and Stiles was growling and then springing forward out of his seat faster than anyone could catch him.

He leaned over the railing, into their little brain trust and pulled both of their seats back until his head was neatly in the middle of them both, just as she was about to tell the judge their decision and hissing a little harsher than necessary.

“Don’t you fucking dare say that!” He whisper shouted, and the whole room erupted in hushed mumblings. 

“Excuse me?” The woman balked back, shocked at his intrusion.

“Order!” Ryder yelled, banging his gavel incessantly, “order!”

“If you don’t discredit that testimony right now, you may as well make your closing statement a resignation letter, because no one will hire you after that.” He warns, and he sees a flare of anger shine in her eyes, for a second he thinks she’s going to do it just to spite him, but looking sideways at the jury, she turns back and leans in closer.

“What do you mean?” She asks genuinely interested, although clearly still pissed off.

“You cannot let that be the last thing the jury hears,” he tells her, a bit more calmly now that he knows he has her attention, “they will come into closing already on the defences side, do you know how hard it is to win a jury back with closing, harder than you can achieve I’ll promise you that.”

She growls at the challenge, “Well what would you suggest?” She demands.

“Anything is better than nothing,” he growls.

“Order!” Ryder orders again, and finally settles the court room down,

“Don’t let the the doctor go, cross-examine,” he pushes her, voice urgent. She rolls her eyes.

“And just what could I say up there that wouldn’t make him sound more convincing?” She questions clearly losing faith in him.

“Agent Stilinski!” Ryder calls commandingly, Stiles ignores him.

“Stiles,” Derek hisses more worriedly from behind him, “sit down,” he tries to tug Stiles back into his seat.

Stiles shrugs him off, “Look at his watch, his clothes, for fucks sake his tie pin has a diamond on it,”  he growls, and both lawyers flick their eyes to the so called Doctor.

“Agent Stilinski, you have five seconds before I hold you in contempt!”

“Stiles is so badass,” Erica whispers to Lydia beside her.

“I still don’t understand,” the lawyer whispers back, eyes panicked now.

Stiles growls and hangs his head, “I don’t know his name,” he urges her and then lets Derek pull him back finally, and glares heatedly at Ryder.

“Are you finished?” The judge asks, rather condescendingly. 

Stiles just holds his hands up as indication, refusing to speak. 

Ryder looks disappointed that he couldn’t kick Stiles out, but looks back towards the prosecution lawyers who stare back wide eyed. “Well?” He prompts, “do you wish to release the witness or not?” 

The woman freezes momentarily, and then looks back towards Stiles. Stiles bulges his eyes as an indication that she should do what he said already, and she gulps before placing her hands face down on the desk, and using them to heave herself up slowly. 

Stiles reflected back on the expert witness and his testimony. He was clearly only here to throw doubt on all of their accounts, unfortunately he had done a very good job of it, and the look on the juries faces, prior to Stiles outburst, was very compelled. 

His main schtick had gone along with the theme of Gerard’s entire defence, and that was, ‘the prosecution is mistaken’. He had given evidence that a person like Joseph could be mislead to believe he was following Gerard’s orders, that he was crazy, which was true, but not in that way. He had taken all of their testimonies into question by implying a lack of objectivity, and since this was just a trial on his involvement with Joseph they couldn’t use any of the evidence they had found connecting him to senators and joint chiefs to compound their argument, since that was a much more confidential trial.

Stiles closed his eyes and the woman, Cassidy Taylor, turned away from him and looked up at the judge. This was not going to go well. 

“Your honour we do wish to cross,” She spoke shakily and Stiles cringed, he willed her to speak more confidently, not show any fear, and then suddenly, his wish was granted. “Yes,” she said with dawning realisation, “we do,” 

Stiles flicked his head up, curious as to what caused this abrupt change, and saw her grinning over at him. 

It would seem she had a plan. Stiles felt a tremor of nervousness run up his spine, because she seemed dangerously certain. 

“We do,” she repeated, and then stepped out from behind the desk and made firm eye contact with the judge, it was enough to have even Ryder shifting in his seat, “but to do the cross, we wish to invoke emergency council.”

Stiles eyebrows flew to his forehead, and the courtroom, again, erupted into murmurs. That hadn’t been what he was expecting. 

Derek looked to him with the same question in his eyes that was floating around Stiles mind, “does she mean you?”

[robinrunsfiction]

It’s A Love Story - Part 5

Part 4

“Is everyone ready to go?” Gerard called to his bandmates as he closed the back of the van. It was the afternoon of the battle of the bands, and a nervous excitement was running through all of them.

“Let’s go!” Frank cheered as everyone started piling into the vehicle, but (YN) lingered back.

“Oh nooo, we have to sit together,” she smirked as Bob and Mikey got into the furthest back row of seats. Ray already riding shotgun, even though he was next to useless with a map.

“Damn,” he replied with a smile as they got into the middle row.

The van was an early Christmas/birthday/graduation present for Gerard from their grandparents. Even though they weren’t going to be at the battle of the bands, they fully supported their grandsons’ dreams, and after a few emphatic dinner table discussions, they agreed to buy the band something to get around in, on the condition that all of the boys get their high school diplomas.

“Do you know where we’re goin?” Bob shouted from the back after they’d been driving what felt like forever.

“We passed that sign like three times now,” Frank chimed in.

“Yea, we just gotta go north and then… wait, no! This is the exit! Take this exit!” Ray shouted as Gerard swerved to catch the exit ramp at the last possible second. Shouts and grumbles of annoyance came from all passengers as they held on for dear life.

“Oh shut up,” Gerard said, glancing back.

“Gee! Brake!” Ray shouted, pulling Gerard’s attention back to the traffic they were about to crash into.

Gerard slammed on the brakes just before he slammed into the station wagon ahead of them and Frank threw his arm out protectively in front of (YN). As Gerard sat rattled in the driver’s seat, Ray glanced back to check on the bandmates. That’s when (YN) realized that his eyes were transfixed on where Frank’s hand had ended up on her knee. She froze, not knowing what to do.

“Everybody good?” Ray asked, still seeming to be focused on the other guitarist.

“You guys good?” (YN) asked turning to Mikey and Bob behind them, in hopes it would pull Ray’s attention away from what Frank was doing. That’s when she caught Frank’s eye. She glanced down at his hand before nodding slightly toward Ray. Frank’s eyes went wide as he snatched his hand away.

“Close one,” (YN) whispered to Frank when they were back on their way.

“Sorry,” he winced.

“It’s fine,” she smiled.

When they finally arrived at the venue hosting the competition, they were given a schedule of when they’d go on, as well as a table where they could sell merch, meet the other bands, as well as any potential fans. (YN) set up the box of CDs that had been recorded in the garage, and arranged the shirts that she’d designed and felt her nerves starting to build. She hoped the competition would go well for the guys, which would drive people to look at the merch. If her shirts were liked well enough that fans would buy them, it would prove to the guys that she could be a help to My Chem and she could remain involved.

The guys were one of the first bands to perform that evening, and to say they crushed it would be an understatement. The crowd was in a frenzy, and as soon as they were done a ton of the spectators came over and bought merch. That’s when (YN) noticed the girls lingering off to the side, watching the guys talk to their new fans. Once the crowd dissipated, they swooped in.

“Hey,” the first girl purred, grinning at Gerard. “My name’s Veronica, and I just wanted to say you guys were really amazing up there.”

(YN) tried to keep from obviously rolling her eyes as the girls blatantly flirted with her brothers and friends. However, she was pulled from her thoughts when she heard one of the other girls ask if they’d ever consider dating a fan of the band.

Frank smirked and shot (YN) a glance. "Only if she'd been a fan from like day one, ya know? Like very clearly not just into me because of the band."

"Oh," the girl pouted.

"I mean, I'd be cool dating a fan!" Ray chimed in.

That's when an idea popped into (YN)'s head. "Hey Gee," she said, getting her brother's attention and pulling him away from the group.

"What’s up?" 

(YN) had to do her best not to start laughing at her evil idea. “I don’t think you should be talking to these girls.”

“Wait, why not?” He asked, clearly confused.

“I see the way they’re looking at you and I can imagine what they’re thinking and it’s gross. They’re just interested because they wanna get with a band member, they aren’t actually interested in you as a person, and I’d really hate for you to get a reputation in the scene,” she smirked.

Gerard opened and closed his mouth a few times, speechless. “Not fair!” He finally blurted out.

“I'm just looking out for you,” she grinned evilly before he rolled his eyes and marched off.

After the remaining bands played, the judges deliberated, and the MC eventually returned to the stage to announce the winners. The crowd didn't go as crazy for any band as they did for My Chem, so (YN) had a good feeling, but she was nervous anyway. The third, and then second place winners were announced and then MC called for a drumroll before announcing the winner.

"And in first place," the MC paused for dramatic effect and (YN) thought her heart was gonna pound out of her chest. "My Chemical Romance!"

(YN) screamed with delight as everyone started to hug each other in celebration. Frank turned to her and she wanted to grab him and kiss him, but she could only smile before they ran up on stage. The MC handed them a trophy as the other bands came up to congratulate them.

A few more people came up to buy what was left of their makeshift merch, and (YN) imagined what kind of real merch they’d be able to make with the prize money. When everything was gone, she picked up the empty boxes and followed the venue’s instructions on where to dump them out back. A few people were lingering around the back of the venue, smoking, talking, or loading up vans, but she didn't recognize anyone until Frank stepped out the backdoor. Letting out a squeal of delight, she ran over to him, unable to hold back any longer.

"Oh my god that was amazing!" She said, throwing her arms around his neck as he lifted her up in a hug. "I'm so proud of you!"

"Thanks babe!" He grinned as he returned her to her feet and kissed her hard, the adrenaline of the show, and winning still coursing through him. (YN) leaned into the kiss without a second thought.

"What the fuck?!" The shout cut through the cold late autumn night.

(YN) and Frank immediately jumped apart, as Gerard stalked toward them from where he’d been loading the van, with Mikey close behind. The other people who had been lingering around all turned to watch the unfolding scene.

"Frank, I thought of all the guys in school I could trust not to go after my sister, it would be you!" Gerard snapped, his finger in Frank’s face.

(YN) felt her blood start to boil. "Gerard! Stop it!” She snapped, pushing his hand away from Frank and stepping in between them. "God, this is so stupid! I love Frank! We're together and he has been nothing but sweet and kind and respectful and if I wanna keep dating him, then I’m gonna! Besides, you know Frank, you know he’s a good guy who isn’t gonna take advantage of me, or spread rumors, or anything else you’re scared of happening. Like who else could you possibly want me to date?”

Both Mikey and Gerard seemed to soften at her words, as silence hung between them. “You’re right,” Mikey finally conceded with a shrug before turning to Frank. “I’ve known you forever, and trust you to be good to (YN).”

“Thanks man,” Frank replied, relief evident in his tone.

"You love him?" Gerard asked, still hesitant.

"Yep," she nodded, still defiant.

"And you really love (YN)?" Gerard asked Frank.

"More than you can imagine."

Gerard nodded, considering his words. “Fine. But if she tells us you ever do anything to upset or hurt her,” Gerard started, his finger back in Frank’s face.

“You’ll kick my ass, I know,” Frank nodded, his hands up in defense.

“No, I’ll help (YN) kick your ass,” Gerard smirked. “Come on, let’s go home.”

Mikey and Gerard made their way back toward the van, but (YN) and Frank lingered behind.

(YN) turned and grinned at Frank before burying her face against his neck. “Oh my god! It happened, it finally happened! Life just got so much easier,” she laughed. "I don't think I've ever felt so relieved!"

"I’m just so happy that I can tell everyone how much I love you,” he grinned when she pulled back.

Just then Ray came out the back door that they were standing next to, guitar case in hand. The look on his face when he saw Frank’s hands on (YN) waist made (YN) immediately start giggling. 

“Wha- what the hell is this?!” He asked, clearly confused.

“Remember that girlfriend that Tucker ratted me out for having a couple months ago?” Frank asked.

“Yea?”

“Hi,” (YN) grinned as she waved at him.

“But Gerard said-”

“Doesn’t matter,” (YN) cut him off.

“No stupid rules could keep me from being in love with (YN),” Frank said, almost more to (YN) than to Ray, as he pulled her closer. 

She grinned at him, before leaning in and kissing him hard. She could have sworn she heard Ray muttering about being the last to know everything, but she didn’t care. Everything had finally turned around for her, and she didn’t have to hide her love for Frank ever again.

[addictedtostorytelling]

Hi AJ!

I'm driving crazy with all this excitement for CSI:Vegas! But I think this is the general mood all around the world... :)

I have a couple of question for you.

From Jorja's interview we saw yesterday, we know that Sara receives a call from a dear old friend, which bring her, and then Grissom, to come back to Vegas. Now, from what we know the only characters from the original CSI coming back are Hodges and Brass. It would seem strange that Brass calls Sara, intead of Grissom. So is that person Hodges maybe?

And also, how do you explain that Sara has always been, in her words, "the one who always wanted to get out of Vegas" and then both in Immortlaity and in this new show she's the one who in some way make Grissom to come back working with CSI?

Thanks!

Take care

hey, @buildinggsr!

i know, right? it's wild—and wonderful!—getting all of this new content again after so many years.

in response to your questions:

i actually think it would make more sense for brass to be the one to call sara rather than for hodges to do so. i also don’t find it strange that brass would call sara at all.

as for the issue of sara returning to vegas (and getting grissom to come with her), i think her willingness to do so stems from her conceptions of what “home” really is to her.

more discussion after the “keep reading,” if you’re interested.

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in regards to why brass would be more likely to be the one to call sara rather than hodges, based on the full trailer and other bits and pieces of information we've gotten in various interviews, we know that brass is "in trouble," whereas hodges is now an expert witness; of those two positions, it seems more likely to me that brass's is the one from which someone might call in an old friend for outside help.

as i've talked about here and here, i think it's pretty likely that brass is implicated in the fabrication case and/or has been targeted by its perpetrator(s), particularly based on the "jim brass is just the beginning" typewriter text and also what we see/hear in the scene in which he consults with the grissoms in their hotel penthouse about what they should do next.

that scene reads very much like one in which brass has expressed sentiments along the line of "well, i'm really fucked, so what do we do now?" and grissom is telling him "the truth will out. we'll clear your name and/or find the person who's after you if we just follow the evidence."

if so, it would make sense that brass would need someone to help him either clear his name and/or catch the person(s) gunning for him.

though hodges is likely also involved in the case or at least eventually becomes so, it's hard to say in what capacity he first signs on.

it's possible that to start out he's not involved in the case at all but rather is just working more generally as a kind of legal "gun for hire" after having left the lab (taking on the same kind of role that phillip gerard has in s3), in which case he might only be "sucked into" the case at the same time that the grissoms are or even afterward.

if he is already involved in the case BEFORE the grissoms join the investigation, then he might be working as an expert witness for the defense, trying to help sort out the fabrication and clear the lab of wrongdoing, using his expertise in trace analysis to help wade through the counterfeit evidence.

however, i also think there is at least a possibility that he might be working as an expert witness for the prosecution under the new district attorney, perhaps having made some kind of deal for immunity in exchange for testifying against his old coworkers, lest he, too, be implicated and face criminal charges.

either way, whether he were working for the defense or the prosecution, while it's possible that he could call on the grissoms for some reason or another, i don't think there is necessarily the same imperative for him to do so as there is for brass.

all said, i won't 100% rule out that hodges could be the one to place the call; however, i also think there is a clearer narrative path for the caller to be brass.

for my money, brass is our guy.

imo, for what it's worth, sara would also probably be more likely to consider brass a "dear old friend" (which is how jorja refers to the mystery caller in her tv guide bts spot) than she would hodges, which is not to say that she hates hodges or isn't friends with him at all, but just that her relationship with him as not as close as her relationship with brass is.

now, in regards to why brass might call sara rather than grissom:

honestly, i'm not sure that we're actually dealing with an "either/or" situation here—meaning i'm not sure that it's a deal where brass opts to solicit sara's help but has no interest in also soliciting grissom's.

while everything we've heard so far specifies that sara is the one who gets the call, indicating that it probably comes in on her phone or at least a phone that she answers, it may be the case that she's the one brass reaches out to more by default than for any other reason.

as of the events of "immortality," brass has sara's phone number (as she calls him during the course of the investigation to warn him about the suspicious person outside of heather's house).

while she may have to change that number after leaving csi in 2015, it's also possible that she doesn't or that even if she does, she distributes her new number to her old contacts, and particularly those that she would consider "family," such as brass.

in any case, i think it's likely that if brass needs to do so, he has a way to get in touch with her.

not necessarily so with grissom, though.

between 2009 and 2015, grissom basically goes "off the grid" as far as his old coworkers are concerned. while he does have a cell phone, he is hit or miss about answering when called. also, very few people (aside from sara and heather) seem to have his number.

though we know that ecklie gets grissom's number from sara during the events of "immortality," we cannot say for certain if anybody else does. however, just knowing grissom, i think that it's somewhat unlikely that they do, and particularly not as he leaves vegas after the case is solved operating under the assumption that he has just lost his one true love AGAIN and so is off to resume his sad and solitary existence, bereft of her forever, meaning that he is probably not looking to "keep in touch" with anyone from that part of his life.

also, brass is still in the hospital at the time that grissom skips town, so even if grissom does hand out his contact info to others, brass isn't in on that whole exchange.

if not, then brass may not have any means to actually contact grissom except to do so through sara—hence his call to her rather than to him.

however, even if brass does have both grissom and sara's numbers, i still don't think that the fact that he calls sara's indicates that he wants her help but not grissom's.

when i call my mom, i know that the majority of the time she will probably take the call on speaker, and that, if he's home, my dad will be standing next to her, taking part in the conversation, as well; that so, i'm always aware that i'm not really calling one of my parents so much as i am calling both of them, even though it's technically my mom's phone the call is going to.

the same kind of thing might be going on here.

brass might call sara's phone, but he probably does so knowing that what he's really doing is calling the grissoms, either in the sense that grissom will also be on the line with sara OR that sara will immediately turn around once the call is over and relate everything brass said to her husband.

if so, then it's probably not a situation where brass is saying "i want her but not him" or even "she's my first choice for this over him," much less "she's the dearer friend to me or the one i trust more to help me with this problem."

hell, depending on the grissoms's living situation, he might not even know who's going to pick up when he calls if it's the kind of thing where they maybe are sharing one cell phone or he calls them on a ship-to-shore line.

—all of which is to say that i'm not sure that we can assume that brass is actually calling sara "instead of" grissom, as opposed to "with him" or "in addition to him."

sara's just might be the phone that he calls or she might just the the one who initially picks up (for whatever reason).

sara also might be the one who originally ends up helping brass not because hers is the only help he requests but because she is the only one certified to help in this particular situation.

after all, as we learned from the tv guide interview, sara still has her csi accreditation, whereas grissom does not.

if brass needs someone to help clear his name and/or catch a criminal, that someone has got to be able to cross the yellow tape.

sara can still do so, but grissom can't (at least before he is brought on as a consultant to the lab), and whether or not brass already knows as much when he calls her/them, the fact is that, of the two grissoms, sara has more ability to help him at the moment—just from a law enforcement angle—than does her husband.

moreover, while not so much a reason why brass might contact sara rather than grissom, i think it's worth noting that while brass and grissom are old friends and have a lot of working history together and brass literally trusts grissom with his life (see episode 06x24 "way to go"), the same can also be said of brass and sara, meaning that it's not necessarily a sure thing that he would prefer grissom's help to sara's or would feel that sara were less capable of getting him out of this jam than was grissom.

by the time brass leaves the lvpd back in 2014, he and sara have been working together for fourteen years, and they have been through a lot together. he thinks of her almost like a daughter, and he trusts her to have his back.

given how highly he regards her professionally and how dear she is to him personally, i don't think it would be strange for him to call her to help him out at all—and particularly not if a) he has the means to get in touch with her, and, b) he knows she still has the necessary certifications to work the case, as discussed above.

that so, while he probably isn't opposed to also getting help from grissom, i don't think he's at all disappointed when sara is the one who initially comes to his aid; he's getting good backup from her, and he knows as much.

all of the above said, if it does turn out to be the case that brass is specifically calling for sara and not grissom, he could potentially be doing so because sara is in some way directly connected to the case while grissom isn't (at least to start out with).

say that one of the first cases to come under scrutiny in terms of the fabrication is one that brass and sara worked together between 2010 and 2014. say that brass is under suspicion for having tampered with the evidence, but sara is someone who can potentially vouch for him and prove that he didn't, as she was there and she knows what actually happened at the time.

in such a scenario, it would very much make sense for brass to call sara, as she could provide an alibi for him.

if things were to go down that way, it might explain a) why sara is the one who returns to vegas first (before grissom does), and, b) why she initially assumes it'll be a quick seventy-two hour, "i'll just explain what happened and then leave again" thing when she does so, as per some of what jorja talked about in her recent tv guide bts interview.

as for the matter of sara being willing to return to vegas now, whereas in the past she was the one who wanted to leave, i think it comes down to a couple of factors:

the first time sara ever voices a desire to leave vegas is in s2, when she asks for a leave of absence from the lab and then subsequently threatens to quit if grissom doesn't grant it to her (see episode 02x15 "burden of proof"); in that instance, her desire to skip town is a symptom of the fraught state of her and grissom's relationship at the time.

essentially, after having moved to vegas back in s1 with the expectation that she and grissom would "up the ante" on their relationship, she's finally realized, after a year and a half of disappointment, that things are worse off between them than ever, and she's feeling disgruntled because he keeps giving her the runaround, treating her well one minute but poorly the next.

thankfully, in that case, grissom is able to change sara's mind about leaving him the lab by changing his behavior toward her.

see the gsr love fest that is that back half of s2, from episode 02x16 "primum non nocere" on.

the next time sara develops a desire to skip town is in s8/s9, as a result of her ptsd in the wake of her abduction by the miniature killer. in that instance, her instinct to flee is largely motivated by her sense that she cannot remain in grissom's presence or maintain their relationship, given how mentally ill she is. not wanting to burden him or elicit his disgust, she basically runs away because she can't deal, not once but twice.

that said, she does eventually return to sin city once her mental health crisis has been dealt with and her relationship with him stabilized (see s10)—and, at that point, the only thing that then eventually induces her to ever leave again is her desire to be wherever he is (see "immortality").

so.

all considered, the thing is that with the brief exception of during her s8 and s9 ptsd arc (when the desert landscape is somewhat triggering for her, given her recent ordeal), sara never really "has beef" with las vegas in and of itself; it's not like she grows to hate the city because of what or where it is.

rather, her willingness to be there or not is almost 100% dependent on the state of her relationship with grissom.

if she feels like they're good, then she's content no matter where she is.

it's only when she considers that things are bad between them (or are in danger of becoming so) that she gets that itch to run.

—and even then, that's only when he's there with her in las vegas to actually run away from.

when he's not there with her, like when they get divorced in s13, she is content to stay put, because what the hell does it matter anyway? she's going to be bereft of him no matter where she is; that so, she might as well at least stay somewhere where she has friends/a job.

as her goodbye letter in episode 08x07 "goodbye & good luck" states, grissom is home to her above anything and everything else—so as long as he is with her and things are well between them, she can live anywhere and be happy.

that's why she's willing to return to vegas with him: because it's all about them being together, and the rest is just details.

thanks for the question! please feel welcome to send another any time.

i hope you and yours are safe and well.

take care!

[ibroughtyoumybullets]

You said not to ask so please ignore this if you don't want to explain, but could you elaborate on your March 19th / May 1st theory? thanks!

ahfkafhksfh yeah no problem. its not a theory its just ... brain worms that have taken a specific shape but thats not new this is just the latest form. under a cut because i hate like. getting peoples hopes up over something ive entirely made up

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> i think frank has been like. suspicious lately. i dont know how to explain it beyond that. he’s done a LOT of press-but-not-press in the last month or so. sure, he’s definitely bored and stuck in his house like the rest of us, and he had a new EP come out, and the EP is technically the reason for the press. but it also ... isnt. like the bulk of it has been AFTER the EP came out, and none of it has been wholly focused on the EP. and to me, at least, it feels like, i dont know, easing the band back into public consciousness thru a press circuit without the band ACTUALLY doing a press circuit because MCR been pretty hard and fast about the ‘we dont need or want ur press’ when it comes to the reunion. 

> continuing off the last one, in the ... jim ward interview he did, i think? one of the more recent ones, at least - he got asked about his writing process and mentioned working with gerard in present tense. very very likely it meant nothing at all, but also like ... i dont trust him LOL part of me thinks it was on purpose. Im just suspicious of him after the broken clock thing. 

> not only did frank mention working with gerard in the present tense, for Months now, but especially during his recent mini press tour, frank has been really vague but consistent in talking about working with people on music remotely. id have to go looking for it and i dont feel like it, but it’s been something along the lines of ‘working with new people And people you know’. suspitcheous. 

> ONTO GERARD. Gerard like never uses social media. but then a couple days ago he pops up to mention franks EP (which is sweet) and makes sure to sign it so its like, obviously not something his social media manager wrote up for him. and in that post he mentions being down in the lab. and LORD KNOWS WHAT THE FUCK THAT MEANS besides the fact that he’s working on something. but hey, its gerard, when isnt he. 

> But Gerard’s also doing that charity stream on the 2nd. and we havent seen gerard in MONTHS. since august, maybe? and he’s not just speaking, hes PERFORMING. besides the shrine show, the last time he performed was for the muppet charity thing with ray in 2016, and before that, it was the last hes alien leg in 2015. None of us even expected him to perform when it got announced - it had to be confirmed by the event organizers. and that just ... pings something in my brain, same as franks little press tour. It’s gerard emerging from his cave, Being A Musician, you know? 

> SPEAKING of the last time we saw gerard, he teased us back in the summer by mentioning that he has something he’s been working on thats not comic book related that he cant talk about. maybe its a fucking line of hot sauces or a tripp collaboration. 

> Or maybe its music. 

> this is where we depart from reality a little bit more: 

> this has been trotted out again and again on here as a talking point, and i dither between agreeing with it or not, but: MCR spent two years planning their return. they had a plan, for whatever the fuck was supposed to happen - even if all that was supposed to happen was the tour. 

> and their plan got pissed on, doused in gasoline, set on fire, extinguished, and thrown into the mouth of a lion. But They Had A Plan. And theyve been fucking radio silent except the hipdot collab, and before that, rescheduling shows. I ASSUME their almost-year of silence has been them, in part, reformulating their plan. Changing whatever it was going to be to fit the new timeline, or making a back up plan in case things get worse. 

> But the original plan had them all free - as far as we know - after november of 2020. so they wouldnt have had active MCR stuff happening for the national anthem comic book release, the electric century album + comic release, the you look like death tua comic release. But those things still happened, because they didnt require having to be in the real world where the plague is. 

> so, what the worms hinge on, is that whatever the New Plan Is, Whatever They Are Doing Now, it involves waiting until all their obligations and projects that SHOULDNT have interfered with MCR stuff - but had to the potential to because of covid - ended. 

> and thats now. thats the next couple weeks. you look like death just finished up, mikeys album and comic are out, and national anthem finishes up in like a week in a half. 

> and then theres nothing (that we know of) until the rescheduled shows happen, or *knocks thrice on wood* they have to reschedule again. 

> and this is where we really enter crazy town:

> so i was thinking about all of these things, and the imagery / themeing for the return (what little we got of it) and how a year ago everybody was pulling out the wheel of the year trying to figure out what they would do next, and when. 

> and March 20th (i know i said march 19th originally, i’ll get into that) is Ostara. 

> if youre not vaguely witchy, its basically a festival for the spring equinox. light and dark are in balance, yadda yadda yadda. and i could go into full on insane depth about the black and white aspects of the return, the witchiness of an offering + a summoning but i wont. it boils down to: its the closest festival to when all of MCR’s calendars are clear as far as we know, and its almost a year to date of when they had to reschedule the shows. 

> and March 19th is a Friday. which is new music release day. Ostara / the equinox are technically on saturday, but its at 5am on saturday morning so ... technicalities. 

> so the worms in my brain say new single on march 19th. or Something on march 19th. or 20th. one of those days. 

> and the worms in my brain also say MCR are a bunch of cruel little shits, and theyre gonna make us wait before they give us anything substantial. 

> so we move to May 1st. 

> May 1st is also known as May Day, also known as Beltane. (We’re back to the wheel of the year for this one) Its the halfway point between the spring equinox and the summer solstice. And its a Saturday. which is NOT new music release day - but hey, its close enough. 

> may day is also like, similar to halloween / samhain in that the veil is supposed to be thinner on those days, and i think theres a connection the imagery and over-all plan wise between coming back on halloween, and possibly doing something on mayday. i dont think they just came back on halloween as a birthday present to frank. 

> so second single on may day, or album? or announcement that theres gonna BE an album? maybe they wont give us a single on ostara but just tease us with something. i dont know. but i think theres something here. 

> im aware this was a lot of words and i basically gave you nothing, but i can only give you what the worms give to me. 

> sorry for being the way i am. hope this helped. 

[jerakeenc]

many kidfics i’ve read and loved

look who’s reccing a million year old fics now. kidfics, very many. posted to dw for snowflake, thought I’d copy here as well. will be reading most, if not all. if you don’t hear from me again, this list is the culprit.

101 Ways To Get Lucky (In Love) by lenore

18,200 words | SGA, McKay/Sheppard

Rodney McKay is rich, gorgeous and at the top of his game—except someone just moved the goalposts! Now Rodney realizes he is sorely lacking the one status symbol that everybody seems to have…the perfect family. Rodney needs help, so he hires a relationship coach. Single-dad John Sheppard may be an expert, but not when it comes to his own relationships! And every day he spends with Rodney makes him wish that he could be the one to fill the vacancy in Rodney's life…

A Beautiful Lifetime Event by astolat

29,000 words | SGA, McKay/Sheppard

Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans.

An Earlier Heaven by regann

67,400 words | X-Men, Erik/Charles

In the wake of Cuba, Charles and his students are ready to pick up the pieces and work toward achieving Charles's dream of a safe haven for young mutants. Those plans, however, take a surprising turn thanks to a very unexpected complication. As he slowly builds a future for his students and for his child, Charles struggles with the loss of Erik and the secrets he's willing to keep to protect his family, but those strides are shattered when Erik makes a startling reappearance into his life. [mpreg, kidfic, ensemble]

And everything nice by noelia_g

30,200 words | Social Network, Mark/Eduardo

The one where Mark somehow ends up with a child and of course needs a nanny for the amount of time he spends at the office. Only problem is a string of nannys keep trying to get into his pants for what he assumes is his money. Cue Mark's assistant hiring a male nanny, enter Eduardo.

asking to be born by longtime_lurker

26,500 words | Bandom, Pete/Patrick

"Don't worry, it's probably just his big gay freakout," Andy yells cheerfully and unhelpfully into Patrick's ear as they're hustling Pete over to the nearest private clinic.

Better with You by harriet_vane

38,100 words | 1D, Liam/Louis

Based on this prompt at the kinkmeme:

Single parent and solo artist Liam Payne hires Louis Tomlinson to be a full time nanny to his four year old son Sammy. Although the two men don't quite click from the start it's love at first sight between Sammy and Louis. Eventually Louis and Liam warm up to each other and get on like a house on fire, in fact the two become a little too fond of each other.

I refuse to apologize for how sweet this ended up, okay? It's kidfic, I am forever writing kidfic, and this one is even kid-fic-ier than usual.

Can't Get Enough of You (Baby) by eternalbreath

22,100 words | Inception, Arthur/Eames

Eames vanishes from dreamshare and Arthur goes a little crazy looking for him until he stumbles across him -- with a baby.

Chelsea, Chelsea, I Believe by empathapathique

300,800 words | Hockey, Kane/Toews

Patrick meets a girl his rookie year.

Don't You Shake Alone by dsudis

62,180 words | Generation Kill, Brad/Nate

Nate looked exactly like Brad always pictured him: exhausted in the full life-in-a-combat-zone sense of the word.

Dude, what's a bulwark? by kellifer_fic

12,150 words | Teen Wolf, Derek/Stiles

Beacon Hills is the kind of small town where everybody knows everybody, and what everybody knows is that surly diner owner Derek Hale and free spirited single dad Stiles Stilinski have been in love with each other for years. If only they knew it too.

Every Other Beautiful World by rhiannonhero

43,280 words | SGA, McKay/Sheppard

Some things are unexpected but still inevitable in every beautiful world.

Forever, Now by harriet_vane

227,100 words | Bandom, Frank/Gerard, Jon/Spencer, Brendon/Ryan, Brian/Greta

Brian rescues kid!Gerard and Mikey from life on the streets, and eventually everyone finds a family.

here comes the sun by oflights

56,600 words | Social Network, Mark/Eduardo

This is a story about growing up, sad 70's rock songs, too much hair gel, "Maxwell's Silver Hammer", a baby with curly hair, a Geiger counter, a dog that isn't named Max, the Chicken Dance, Cheerios, pepper-spray, drugs, sex, and a stuffed chicken named Cluckerberg, nicknamed Cluck. or: Mark raises Sean's accidental baby, and I write the fluffiest thing ever.

I Got a Love (That Keeps Me Waiting) by svmadelyn

163,700 words | Hockey, Kane/Toews

There's a lot of different ways this summary could go, like:

Patrick Kane gets more than a gold medal in Sochi.

Or, the classic: It's too late to pull out now.

Or: Patrick Kane continues to thrive in high pressure situations.

Or: Patrick Kane gets knocked up, goes to White Castle, and finds love, not necessarily in that order.

But, ultimately, all that really matters is this: Patrick Kane is keeping his baby.

I Would Be by cathalin

20,290 words | American Idol, Kris/Adam

AU. Adam and Kris meet a few years down the road, when down-on-his-luck Kris and his young daughter Katherine show up to rent a room from Adam, who never made it to an Idol audition.

Ice Ice Baby by uraneia

51,340 words | Hockey, Claude/Danny

A gold medal isn't the only souvenir Claude brings home from Prague.

OR: The one where Claude gets drunk, gets pregnant, and gets convinced to move in with Danny, whom he's been secretly in love with for years. What could possibly go wrong?

my heart is bigger than the distance in between us by estrella30

15,000 words | 1D, Nick/Harry

Nick chuckles quietly but grabs the remote and follows Emma, Aimee coming up close behind him. It’s indeed Harry on the telly, singing along to his latest radio hit and smiling slowly into the camera far too seductively for half eight on a Friday morning, if you ask Nick. He presses the volume just in time to catch the crowd’s roaring applause and see the pink flush Harry’s cheeks. Nick watches him duck his head as he gives a small wave to the audience, and it hits Nick that Harry is still the most humble and appreciative billionaire Nick’s ever met.

Good job, popstar, Nick thinks to himself.

or, Nick is a single dad and Harry is his bff and it's a bunch of years into the future and they fall in love

Once Upon a Furry Octopus by skoosiepants

11,270 words | SGA, McKay/Sheppard

He was an intelligent, intuitive pet, but he wasn’t going to start sniffing out ZPMs or hidden Ancient weaponry or detailed instructions on how to kill a Wraith with a common household item. A pen, for instance.

Reconcilable Differences by astolat

40,000 words | Smallville, Clark/Lex

Luthor Family Values.

Shelter by harriet_vane

63,500 words | Social Network, Jesse/Andrew

From the kinkmeme prompt: Some sort of AU vaguely based on Shelter! For whatever reason, Jesse has to take care of Hallie and give up his dream of being an actor. He ends up working in a dead end job when former, now successful friend (Andrew) returns home. They fall in love, etc, only Jesse can't go away with him because he has a responsibility to his family. CUE ANGST.

Show Me The Way Back Home Baby by stilinskisparkles

15,000 words | Teen Wolf, Derek/Stiles

In which Lydia and Jackson produce the world's cutest baby, and the pack goes crazy-- the good kind of crazy. Except for Derek, who is afraid of tiny cute babies and Stiles who plans to be the best Uncle ever. Even if Danny called dibs on Godfather.

Skybird by windsweptfic

33,785 words | Inception/White Collar, Arthur/Eames

Arthur and Eames adopt a kid and raise that kid into Neal Caffrey.

Small Cells and Fibers by sevenfists

7,830 words | Bandom, Frank/Gerard

Tuesdays were finger-painting days. Frank made sure to wear his oldest pair of jeans, because even with his full-length apron and his constant reminders that paint belongs on paper and not on clothing, he always ended up with tiny, multi-colored handprints all over his clothes. There wasn't a thing he could do about it, so he just wore pants from 1995.

Small Primes and Square Roots by liviapenn

12,500 words | SGA, McKay/Sheppard

"I hope you picked someone really intelligent, otherwise it seems like it would be kind of a waste. Of incubation time, if nothing else."

So Wise We Grow by deastar

81,250 words | Star Trek Reboot, Kirk/Spock

"Commander Spock, we have located your son," the Vulcan lady on the screen says, which would be great, except Jim can tell by the look on Spock's face that he's never heard of this kid before in his life. "If it is expedient, the child will be sent to join you on the Enterprise within the week."

Something Better by lovelypoet

18,350 words | Bandom, Frank/Gerard

"We all have to take jobs we don't like sometimes, you know?"

The Next Time You Say Forever by Thistlerose

27,300 words | Star Trek Reboot, Kirk/McCoy

After his ex-wife's death, McCoy is forced to leave the Enterprise to look after his teenage daughter. Under normal circumstances, this would be the end of…whatever it is he has with Kirk that's more than friendship, but less than what he wants. But the universe has other intentions.

The Reeducation of Misters Kane and Toews by jezziejay

15,900 words | Hockey, Kane/Toews

In which Kaner sort of has a kid, and Mr. Toews doesn't know which of them is the bigger brat.

AU featuring teacher!Jon and hockey-player!Kaner. With bonus 'Hawks characters, love notes, pasta jewelry, Be Better Pizzas, pirouettes, a sprinke of angst and guest appearance by Derek Jeter.

The Road Delivered Us Home by keelywolfe

117,430 words | Hobbit, Thorin/Bilbo

In the years since Bilbo left Erebor, he has lost his respectability, gained a nephew, and gotten on with life at Bag End.

He'd left aside adventure for the comforts and peace of his little Hobbit hole, and for the love of a child who needed him. Though perhaps, adventures can yet find him.

This Story Was Brought to You by Our Sponsors by scaramouche

29,500 words | Supernatural, Dean/Castiel

Dean's post-apocalyptic life is a friggin' soap opera. Romance! Angst! Separations! Reunions! Pizza Dinners! A Child Dean Never Knew He Had! It's all very dramatic.

throw a little sparkle all over it by etben

26,000 words | Bandom, Frank/Gerard

"Hey, Ma," Mikey says. "No, everything's fine—well, I mean, Gerard accidentally adopted a baby—no, he's changing her now, he can't talk."

Tiny Houses by ohmyjetsabel

77,130 words | Teen Wolf, Derek/Stiles

"So this is what Stiles does. He lies in Scott’s bed and waits for Melissa to say she’s found someone to get it out of him, to cure him of the wrongness and the bad, and he dreams.

God, he dreams.

He dreams of fire and swollen bellies and that scene in Alien, of giving birth to jackals through his urethra, the whole horrific nine yards. His head is a terrible place to be, he can’t imagine his stomach is much better, why anyone would want to put a thing inside of it."

Tip, Slide, Tumble by j_s_cavalcante

42,900 words | due South, Fraser/Kowalski

Ray knew when he found the body in the alley it was going to change someone's life. He just didn't expect that life would be his.

Turn by saras_girl

306,000 words | Harry Potter, Harry/Draco

One good turn always deserves another. Apparently.

Unless it's lies or it's love by sprat

25,300 words | American Idol, Kris/Adam

In which Adam (a rock star) meets Kris (a single dad) at an Emergency Room in Arkansas at the end of a particularly shitty night. Also features: San Francisco, fresh starts, baked goods, OCs, cameo appearances by Matt and Megan, pirates, monsters with garbage heads and a recording studio.

What Child Is This by lamardeuse

30,150 words | Merlin, Arthur/Merlin

A modern AU with Merlin, Arthur, mayhem, a baby and a jingly elf hat.

What to Expect by arsenic

29,200 words | Bandom, Bob/Mikey

Mikey has his band, and his little girl, and that's enough. Really, it is.

Winter's Children by neery

66,890 words | Marvel, Bucky/Steve

When their attempts to recreate the super soldier serum failed, Hydra started trying to breed Captain America clones from his genetic samples. Unfortunately, the serum's effects aren't passed down genetically, so instead of an army of tiny Captain Americas, they get a bunch of tow-headed, asthmatic, allergic, immuno-compromised little Steves.

And then the Winter Soldier stumbles across Hydra's failed experiment...

With Six You Get Eggroll by speranza

31,000 words | due South, Fraser/Kowalski

"Kick 'em In The Head: A Guide To Parenting."

ETA: Bonus! Because I apparently lost my bookmark for this one but have the memory of an elephant for kidfic, so it came to me eventually. :D

A Farm in Iowa 'Verse by sheafrotherdon

166,000 words | SGA, McKay/Sheppard

John inherits a farm, Rodney ends up entirely out of his element, and there is much ado about baseball.