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2018 VoicePlay spring roundup — friends, families, fun, and fear

A busy winter for the VoicePlay boys rolled into a slightly more relaxed spring. Between various road trips and recording sessions, they made sure to spend some time with loved ones and savor their accomplisments.

They started the season by celebrating another milestone on their YouTube page.

3, 2, 1, Let's jam!

The boys kicked off their spring travels with a trip to northwest Arkansas for the VoiceJam A Cappella Festival. In between two days of workshops for high school, collegiate, and community groups, they headlined a concert on Friday night.

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In addition to reuniting with Deke Sharon once again, they also got to see their friend Chris Diaz from The Exchange, who was the director of the only high school group selected for the festival's competition that year.

While they were there, J.None was presented with a card containing messages collected from fans around the world to celebrate him officially joining the group.

After the festival, the guys had a couple days at home to work on other projects. If you've ever wondered how Layne comes up with his various percussion noises and deft beats, sometimes they happen just to pass the time while he's commuting.

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Hey, lady!

For the second week of April, the guys met up with Rachel Potter to perform at a series of private events, including a corporate gig in Hartford, CT. Since VoicePlay already had six collaborations with Rachel in their catalogue, and several more with other ladies whose parts she could learn, they had the makings of quite a setlist for those shows.

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Five years after they released their "Trouble mashup" video and he's still got it down.

Chickens and bergens and bugs, oh my!

During their next few days at home, they packed in some family-friendly fun. First, the Castelluccis hosted William's first birthday party, complete with a barnyard petting zoo.

A few days later, the boys met up at a local studio to film their next music video for a song about perseverance from the Trolls movie.

Round and round

Then it was time for a swing through the mid-Atlantic states. They started in central Pennsylvania, dipped down to Washington, DC, then hustled back up to Long Island, NY.

Port Washington, NY show — photos by Winifred Boyd

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Later, dudes!

The last weekend of April marked Earl's final performance as Crush the turtle in the live Finding Nemo show at Disney World. To celebrate the occasion, Layne and Cyndi took Doris to see the show in the morning, then the four of them spent the afternoon at the Animal Kingdom.

A couple days later, VoicePlay scooped up Max Herskovitz to fill in for Layne on a quick cruise to the Bahamas.

Come play with us

While the others were away, Layne and Tony worked on a couple of upcoming PattyCake videos featuring superheroes, getting one ready to release and the next ready to film. Once their buddies were back on dry land, they lured J.None into their "Unexpected Musicals" series with the role of Black Panther and a tasty rap verse in their MCU video.

The day after that, VoicePlay gathered up some family members and headed to a nearby farm to film the video for their cover of Johnny Cash's "Daddy Sang Bass".

Side quests

The next week, J.None popped up to Tennessee for a couple days of concentrated vocal coaching (and a little sightseeing). It's important to keep honing and expanding your skills, particularly in creative fields.

On the following weekend, family and friends gathered to celebrate Doris Stein's second birthday party. They had a fiesta theme, and a bounce house that was a big hit with the kid of honor.

Layne, Cyndi, and the girls had also created another family music video for the occasion, this time to "BFF" from the SpongeBob musical, which they'd seen on Broadway while they were in New York for the Total Vocal concert.

A few days later, VoicePlay teamed up with one of J.None's other groups, Paradigm Party Band, and a few kids of their acquaintence to perform at a private event.

Teamwork makes the dream work

The next week, the boys returned to the studio to film their next "Aca Top 10" countdown featuring the songs of Disney sidekicks.

They finished off their video filming for the spring with a location shoot at an abandoned sawmill, where they created their own scene from an action movie, complete with a Panic! at the Disco medley as a soundtrack.

#VoicePlay #traveling musicians #behind the scenes #long post #link-o-rama

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questions to ask yourself before the new year except its february and we’re in a pandemic

what is one small way you can become a better person? for others? for yourself?

i can become a better person by addressing the trauma that i carry, and addressing it, and learning to cope with it better. i can be a better friend, parter, daughter and sister by leaning into the parts of myself that are broken and taking the time to pursue healing in meaningful ways. i can become a better person by taking responsibility for my growth and healing and actively work towards a more healed, wholesome version of myself.

what are you holding onto currently that is no longer serving you? why are you holding on? what’s one small step you can take towards releasing it?

i am holding on to the idea that i can fix those around me. being in a partnership/friendship with someone that openly expresses brokenness pulls on the need inside of me to fix things, and fix her. except thats not how people work, and thats not how healthy relationships work. i am holding on to this because for a long time, and sometimes i think to this day, i have been the glue for so many people. i am the common denominator, i am the steady, i am the savior. and being with alexa is a challenge because i have to be fully present, and wanting to support, with the very present knowledge that i can do absolutely nothing to make her feel better, and i might get my feelings hurt if i try.

goal for the new year that excites me? goal that scares me?

the goal that excites me the most this year is buying a house. it feels like another piece in the puzzle of the ever-elusive “perfect life”. having a house, two cats and a garden is a dream that i am so desperately hoping becomes a reality this year.

a goal that scares me is getting a therapist. i put it on my new years goals and here we are, almost march and i am no closer to reaching that goal. there are lots of things about therapy that are scary, being vulnerable mostly. and also the fear that i am going to open a can of worms that i can’t put back. and at the same time, i am afraid i am going to do the same thing i did last time - convince my therapist i was completely healed and didn’t need her help anymore to make her feel like she did a good job. probably one of the most toxic people pleasing i have ever done.... yikes. so this year, i want to be vulnerable and open with a therapist- and truly learn from them.

what do you want to be a student of in the new year?

i want to be the student of self-love this year. i feel like i have so much to learn from her, and truly so much to gain. as i am on this journey of ~weight loss~ healthy living i want to learn how to truly love myself- in all the forms that i take. one of the childhood and teen traumas that i carry around is self-loathing for my physical body, and extreme uncomfortableness i feel inside of her. my body was different than i thought it should be, and i never felt thin or pretty enough. even though looking back i could not have been any thinner without blowing away. as i try and lose some weight to get back to a healthy range, its so tempting to chase that skinniness that seems closer than ever now. i don’t ever want to think about my body in a good or bad way again, the same with food. i want it all to be neutral and purposeful. i don’t want body positivity, i just want body neutrality. i want to be comfortable and unbothered. i want to take pictures and look for the joy and not be hyperfocused on the rolls.

a quote that i am taking with me on this journey -

“what if you wake up some day, and you’re 65, or 75, and you never got your memoir or novel written, or you didn’t go swimming in warm pools and oceans all those years because your things were jiggly and you had a nice big comfortable tummy; or you were just so strung out on perfectionism and people-pleasing that you forgot to have a big juice creative life of imagination and radical silliness and staring off into space like when you were a kid? it’s going to break your heart. don’t let this happen.” - author unknown

who in your life deserves the biggest thank you for this year?

i am thankful for karl because of his understanding of me. i am thankful for mikaela for being a rock in my life and a cheerleader. i am thankful for silka because she offers more love than i know what to do with. i am thankful for alexa because she pushes me to be a better person. i am thankful for my mom, and her patience with me as i grow. i am thankful for my dad, and the hands-off role he has taken in my life. i am thankful for the friends that were patient and kind with me this year as i stayed away from most of them.

what can you thank yourself for this year?

i am thankful for the resiliency and grit it took to get through this year. feeling extremely burnt-out, from the pandemic, from social work and from life. managed to get a new job which is furthering my career in the healthcare field, managing to save a little money to buy a house. making it through the panic attacks and crying in the car at the thought of the losses in my life. thankfulness for the home that i have in myself, and the peace and safety i offer myself to be who i am and to encourage growth.

what have you outgrown this year?

i have outgrown pointless complaining. life is what you make it (to some degree) and i am choosing joy where i can and peace towards things i cannot affect.

what is an important boundary to set in the new year?

it is important to me this year to set emotional boundaries this year and create language to protect myself when i find myself trying to fix my partner and getting into old negative habits.

what’s a memory from this past year that makes you smile just thinking about it?

now this one’s a bit challenging because of the pandemic and social tension of this year, but i am choosing to focus on the personal good that happened in my life.

january- three way kiss with mariah and alexa. iceskating in CVS field with dalton. getting naked in the woods at taylors falls.

february - tall heights concert. drinks at cowboys with emily, alexa, sarah and meghan. raincloud and strawberry tattoos.

march - up/down bar with jaden and silka-getting mexican at 3am. cuddles on the couch with hippo while everyone was gone over spring break. drinking wine and looking at art at bethel. christian living on our couch- hiking afton. our neighbor mark gets his dog ella.

april- doordashing with knute- danny davito picture. staying with karl and mikaela for 3 weeks. getting drunk with jimu // garage door beer challenge. getting to ride on todd’s motorcycle.

may- seeing juneau for the first time. knute’s “just friends” instagram post. biking along st. croix with john. fishing with jaden at rapidan dam. lilac bushes blooming at the ranch. alexa’s graduation surprise. rollerblading... canoeing lake iduhapi with callie, sam, alexa and knute and smearing ourselves in charcoal. eating chinese and drinking wine for alexa’s birthday.

june- watching the dad’s try and fit our couch into the house. GFS- nightwatches, curfews. birthday bagels on the balcony. celebration at camp iduhapi. biking in northfield with jen. adopting juneau! bringing her everywhere with me. fathers day with john eating tacos. breonna taylor march. getting drenched walking around bdemakaska.

july- bee’s knees tattoo. cabin trip to barnum lake with alexa and jen. celebrating anthony’s birthday with alexa and erin (moving the gravestone). duluth trip with sam, knute and lea - jumping into lake superior. trip to padre island with john-getting way too burnt to function. chic fil a drivethrough with juneau.

august- camping trip with mikaela -attempt to get into canada and immediatly denied. murder mystery at emily’s house. rain on the patio for emily’s birthday. golden retriever puppies. dinner date with emma downtown minneapolis. annual brule trip- flipped the canoe.

september - alexa and i take a fake trip to ny. celebrating john’s birthday. visiting jeff’s farm. celebrating jen’s birthday in northfield. shooting pumpkins with jen. another trip up to barnum lake with karl, mikaela and seth. minnehaha trip with emma. jack’s apple farm trip.

october- camp trip, reffing football. making apple crisp. murder mystery night for sarah’s birthday. thrifting outdoor outlet with emma and lea. hanging with ozzy the cat. photoshoot with alexa and hippo. halloween party at caitlin’s house- being velma and daphne with alexa.

november - start working at bluestone. dinner at pub in minneapolis with jen where we die laughing. winning monopoly with callie and tyler. hiawatha hike with alexa. thanksgiving at silka’s.

december - giving the cats a bath. accidentally breaking into a cemetery with alexa. muffin’s christmas photoshoot. christmas at jens. sea world with molly, kody and kids, seth, john, k&m -forcing ourselves to watch blackfish the next day. tattoos! hammocking by the river. almost running into the elementary school on jimu’s dirtbike.

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A Coast That’s Unclear

Chapter Links: Ch. 2 // Ch. 3 // Ch. 4

on Ao3 // Explicit, 18+ // TW: dubious consent (not in this chapter, and not between Tony & Peter) Pairings: WinterIronSpider

DISCLAIMER:

The 'Underage' warning is for a brief scene while Peter is 17, which is the legal age in NY. The rest of the explicit action happens after Peter is 18. It is going to get explicit. There is Daddy kink. Heed the tags, please. If you have an issue with it, don't read this fic. Don't bother with ship-shaming, I will delete your comments.

If y'all are good with this, keep going, and I hope you enjoy <3

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CHAPTER 1: Just Typhoons and Monsoons (Intro)

Peter has always been ahead of his age group.

He's intelligent, gifted at science in general, but especially robotics.

At 14, his first year at Midtown High, he's awarded entry into an elite junior robotics club, sponsored by Tony Stark.

In his sophomore year, Mr. Stark offers Peter a spot in the high school internship program onsite at Stark Industries.

The February after he turns 15, a couple months after he starts working directly with Tony at the internship, Peter's aunt and uncle die in a carjacking incident while waiting to pick Peter up.

There's no other family to take Peter.

Tony can't let him end up in foster care.

He hands the company over to Pepper and becomes Peter's legal guardian.

Tony's not good at feelings.

Peter is a depressed teenager (not good at feelings but has a lot of them).

Peter's depression drives a wedge between the two for a few months.

They fall into a pattern of nagging at each other's bad habits (they basically eat and sleep in quantities/frequencies in complete opposite of each other).

Their mutual concern leads to them dragging each other in towards a healthy middle.

(They compromise:

"I'll only sleep for 8 hours if you actually get 8 hours of sleep, you ass", etc)

They spend most of their time together, and halfway through Peter's 16th year, the kid's looking healthier and smiling more.

Peter goes to school and hangs out with his friends.

He swims in Tony's pool and works out in Tony's gym a couple days a week.

He still affectionately nags Tony about his habits.

They joke around with each other and share almost every meal.

They watch movies on the penthouse couch.

Sometimes, they fall asleep together.

Most of the time, it's Peter who falls asleep on Tony (head on the man's shoulder at first, and then on his lap, and eventually stretched out on top of him, head on his chest).

Sometimes, after an inventing binge or a rough conversation with Howard and Maria, it's Tony who falls asleep on Peter.

For the six months before Peter turns 17, Tony refuses to spoon him.

It could be so easily transformed into something sexual, and Tony doesn't want to put Peter or himself in a bad position.

Tony's worried he might feel the urge to push Peter into something he's not ready for, or that Peter might agree to something because he feels obligated or driven by hormones.

Peter just wants Tony wrapped around him, because Peter's a teenage boy with a giant crush on his older, very hot guardian.

They argue about it for the three months leading up to Peter's seventeenth birthday.

Three weeks before homecoming (three weeks before his birthday), Peter practically begs Tony, says he's fine, he's ready, he wants Tony closer...

...and Tony firmly disagrees.

They fight, and--feeling hurt and embarrassed by the rejection--Peter pulls away.

For a couple of days, they barely speak.

Peter starts asking to stay out after school.

He tells Tony he's hanging out with some friends.

Tony doesn't question it.

He trusts Peter, and...

...and he hopes that maybe Peter will give up the crush on his own, so Tony doesn't have to end it himself.

Two weeks before the dance, Peter asks if Tony will loan him money for his and his date's homecoming tickets.

His date.

Tony loans the money immediately and without question.

He shoves the mourning to the back of his mind.

He labels it 'inappropriate', where it is kept company by his fantasies of spooning with Peter.

The night of homecoming, Peter tries to kiss Tony.

Tony stops him.

Peter, hurt and rejected and angry, yells at him:

"If I can't do it with the person I love, what does it matter?

I might as well just sleep with whoever, right?

Maybe if I fuck around, I'll be experienced enough for you!"

Peter goes to the dance.

Tony panics.

Peter loves him.

Peter might go fuck strangers.

Fuck.

Tony's stuck between staying home and letting the chips fall...

...and driving to the school to bring Peter back to the penthouse and Tony's massive bed.

His biggest fear of being with Peter is that he would take Peter's life away.

Peter wouldn't get those first messy fumbles in back seats and under bleachers, with people just as nervous and unskilled as he is.

He wouldn't get to experience those awkward learning moments and memorable dating milestones that Tony had always heard were so important to Growing Up.

Tony didn't get those things.

He had the brains, but for love, he had Howard and Maria Stark: rich and powerful and distant.

He had MIT at 16, and older people who were attracted to him, but didn't give a single real fuck about him or his mental health.

Peter...

Peter is miles ahead of his peers, intellectually.

But he got to have Aunt May and Uncle Ben.

Peter was loved, treated with respect and caring.

He was raised so well that when he went through intense loss, he was able to come out the other side while helping Tony crawl out of his own hole.

He's snarky and intelligent and brave.

Peter was--is--amazing, and Tony loves him.

Tony loves Peter.

God help him, but he does.

Tony doesn't go to the school.

He falls asleep on the couch, watching a movie.

He imagines how it would feel to have Peter's back pressed against his chest.

Close to midnight, Tony wakes up.

He comes online as his arm is lifted and Peter curls up into his side, still wearing the suit he wore to the dance.

"Hey, kid," Tony whispers into the dark.

Peter clings tighter, his fingers twisting harder into Tony's shirt.

Tony wraps his arms around the teen, presses a long kiss to the top of Peter's head.

"I'm so sorry, Pete."

The kid cries into Tony's shirt, and Tony lets him; lets Peter sob himself hoarse and pass out on Tony's chest, Tony rubbing the boy's back and whispering apologies and sweet nothings in a midnight gravel voice.

The next morning, Peter wakes up, showers and brushes his teeth first.

Tony wakes up to the sound of water running and the scent of Peter's apple shampoo filling up the suite.

When Tony's done showering, he finds a fresh pot of coffee and Peter at the kitchen island, drinking tea.

It's 10:30 a.m. on a beautiful morning.

They kiss for the first time.

Tony makes breakfast.

A month later, Pepper tells Tony that a man lost his arm at a Stark Industries construction site in New York City, because of another laborer who was drunk on site.

Tony tells Pepper to take care of any and all expenses related to the loss, and requests the man's medical history and physical stats.

He asks that she set up consultations with leading experts in prosthetic technology.

A week later, Tony begins the biggest project he's taken on in a long time.

He's going to make James Buchanan Barnes a new arm.

Peter gives him room.

He supports Tony in any way he can, even if it's just to make Tony take breaks or sit down for a meal during long work binges.

Tony falls a little more in love with him.

Tony may be miles ahead, but Peter is a trip.

Peter's enthusiasm is infectious, his curiosity a force to be reckoned with; he keeps Tony on his toes.

Physically, they take it glacially slow.

Tony does his best to make sure Peter knows it's not rejection, but out of concern and care.

One of their most difficult conversations is the acknowledgement of Tony's lingering discomfort about the age difference, and his guilt that it hasn't stopped him from getting so close to Peter.

Peter does his best to respect the lines Tony draws in the sand for those first few months.

(But Peter is seventeen and constantly on...

...and Tony's not a saint.

There are many nights where Peter lays back between Tony's legs, his back to Tony's chest and his hand gripping his own cock, Tony doing nothing but trailing fingers up and down Peter's bare thighs, whispering encouragement and compliments and instructions into Peter's ear until he makes himself cum.

With intelligence, curiosity, and a loving partner, comes the beginning of kink exploration.)

On Peter's graduation night, he comes home early from the class party.

He and Tony make love for the first time.

Tony's careful, and Peter's happy (so happy), and their nerves are wiped away with quiet laughter and kisses and whispered words of love.

It's perfect.

A week later, the first ever StarkTech prosthetic arm is completed.

The pair celebrates with dinner in the penthouse.

They've only half-finished their food when Tony spreads Peter out on the dining room table.

Six months later, two months after Peter calls Tony "Daddy" in bed for the first time, and two weeks after Peter's 18th birthday, a Stark Industry employee leaks a photo to the press:

It's a grainy--but clear enough--shot of Tony pulling Peter into a chaste kiss in one of the labs.

Tony and Peter are in Seattle when the news breaks.

Two days later--after hours and hours of debriefing, legal counsel, and prep--Tony and Peter attend a small press conference in Seattle.

They tell select members of the news media that Tony Stark is in a romantic relationship with Peter Parker, the 18 year old that had been the 15 year old of whom Tony had legal guardianship.

They leave the conference to climb into a waiting car and take off towards the coast.

The media explodes.

They take turns driving down the scenic western coastline.

Their notoriety forces them to only stop in secluded areas and virtually unknown towns to avoid paparazzi.

It makes for a much more interesting road trip.

Four days after the scandal goes live, Peter and Tony pull up to their destination, the address for which Pepper Potts had provided:

A little AirBnB in northern California, in a town called Harvest Moon.

***

Bucky gets engaged to Steve because he doesn't know what else to do.

In childhood, they're inseparable, running around like hooligans, Steve getting into fights and Bucky getting him out.

Bucky adores the scrappy kid, admires Steve's conviction and bravery in the face of insane odds.

When they reach their formative teenage years, Bucky easily acknowledges his crush on his best friend.

(It's much easier than acknowledging how often he still has to clean up a lot of Steve's messes.)

They start dating at the end of senior year, the day after prom.

It's sealed by an emotional argument that leads to a confession of feelings and awkward, intense sex in the back seat of Steve's beat up Ford.

Steve isn't out, but Bucky's patient; endlessly so.

Steve doesn't tell his family about his and Bucky's relationship.

Bucky's just happy he's with the punk he's been following his whole life.

A year and a half later, Steve cheats on Bucky with Peggy Carter.

Bucky is 19.

Steve moves to California for a degree in art and web design.

Bucky stays in New York, splitting his time between construction and helping run his ma's diner.

Two years later, Steve starts writing him letters; one a month.

Six months after that, Bucky starts writing back.

Steve apologizes.

Bucky forgives him.

For nine years, Bucky lives.

He works, becomes closer to his family--blood and construction crew.

He's the best man at a couple weddings, and he dates around--guys and gals, nothing lasting longer than six months.

Steve writes him every month, like clockwork, and visits New York every so often.

The visits all end the same way:

with a plea for Bucky to move to California that Bucky always declines.

The crew Bucky's contracted with gets hired to work on a Stark Industries project.

One of the members is newer, a cousin of one of the lifers.

They give him a chance because...family.

They don't know about the guy's drinking problem.

The guy doesn't think they'll notice if he nips at a flask onsite, or if he slips off to his car to take swigs out of a bottle.

Unfortunately, he's correct.

Bucky's nearby when the drunk worker stumbles into a badly-supported beam, and part of the structure comes down.

The alcoholic ends his day in the drunk tank, with a court date pending, and no job.

Bucky ends his in the hospital, without his left arm.

Stark Industries agrees to pay all of Bucky's medical bills and any other expenses incurred relating to the loss of his arm.

Bucky quits construction.

Steve comes to New York, stays until doctors declare Bucky ready to leave the hospital.

Again, he asks Bucky to move to California, and slips a ring on Bucky's right ring finger.

Bucky says yes, as long as they can wait a bit to say 'I do'.

Six months later, at his and Steve's little two story in the middle of nowhere, he opens the front door to see the CEO of Stark Industries, Pepper Potts.

She's professional and warm, and the most efficient person Bucky's ever met.

Pepper tells him that Mr. Stark has finally approved a design for a StarkTech prosthetic, an arm that will function as well as--or better than--his original, and at no cost to Bucky, including the surgery to link the arm directly to Bucky's nervous system.

She passes along apologies from Tony Stark himself, for both the accident and the length of time it took him to reach out to Bucky with this incomparable gift.

Bucky signs the NDA, but he isn't asked to sign a waiver of liability.

When he asks, Ms. Potts smiles the smile of an overworked assistant to an eccentric genius billionaire.

A month later, a group of Stark Industries appointed surgeons and scientists, the best in the world, stands around him as he is put under anesthesia.

Bucky wakes up groggy, and with a new arm.

The arm works like a dream.

Post-surgical observation lasts two weeks.

On the last day, he signs the discharge forms and Ms. Potts offers congratulations, from herself and Mr. Stark.

She hugs Bucky.

Bucky goes home.

Steve seems like he's trying to be supportive.

He's clearly happy for Bucky, but he tells him he's worried that Bucky will want to go back to New York, back into construction.

Bucky assures him that construction is not a part of his life anymore, and he wouldn't just end the engagement because he's got his arm back.

They argue.

Steve is upset at the thought of Bucky leaving him.

He's angry that Bucky isn't asking for more from Stark Industries, while simultaneously being pissed that Stark Industries has something to hang over Bucky's head.

(Bucky decides not to tell Steve about the omitted liability waiver.)

Bucky realizes that part of his own anger is coming from guilt.

Even though he hadn't lied about being done with construction...

...he had thought about leaving.

He doesn't.

He shares Steve's bed, and takes care of the things that Steve doesn't:

fixing things, housework, cooking.

When Steve says he wants to offer their guest room up for rent or as an AirBnB listing, Bucky takes that up, too.

He doesn't mind the work; it reminds him a little of helping out at the diner.

The routine gives him something to wake up for, something to take pride in.

Steve may have suggested it, but the AirBnB project is Bucky's baby.

They're not insanely busy; they give the space out for a maximum of three nights, and Bucky vets the potential guests so they don't get any questionable people under their roof.

They mostly have one or two-night stays, and only once a week, but it more than supplements Steve's income, enough that Bucky doesn't have to get outside work.

Bucky lets the work fulfill him and distract him from his empty relationship with Steve.

Five months after Bucky comes home from surgery, Steve rants as Bucky holds Steve's laptop.

The article on the screen details Stark Industries' latest and greatest scandal:

The owner of Stark Industries has been sleeping with his adopted teenage son.

There are articles everywhere, examining every possible angle.

Bucky reads only from the reputable sources.

He's relieved to read that Peter is 18 years old.

He sees the picture that was leaked--a sneak shot of a gentle, smiling kiss--and the photo taken during the press conference where the pair had publicly announced the relationship.

They look nice together.

Steve rants.

Bucky wonders if Peter Parker is okay.

Bucky considers reaching out to Pepper Potts, but in the end, he doesn't need to.

Three days after the relationship goes public, Ms. Potts calls Bucky to tell him that Tony and Peter are on their way, and offers to pay for at least a month-long stay.

After the call, Bucky gets on the AirBnB listing and books out the month under his sister's name.

Four days after the scandal breaks, Tony Stark and Peter Parker show up on his doorstep.

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Chapter Links: Ch. 2 // Ch. 3 // Ch. 4

#starker #winterspider #winteriron #ironspider #fanfiction #tony stark x peter parker #ao3 #tw: dubious #fanfic

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Eli Thompson. *Main Character. Voice Claim: (Stephen Amell) https://youtu.be/NEon5J3gc5w?t=10 Partner(s): Single Parents: River & Alex Kids: None. Age: immortal but translates into mid-late 20′s. Birthday: May 5th. Height: 190cm Body type: Lean and muscular. Eye color: Deep blue. Classification: Shapeshifter —> wolf, Magpie. Wiccan/Witch/Warlock. Illusionist: User can create, shape and manipulate illusions, causing targets to see, hear, touch, smell and/or taste things which do not actually exist or cause them to perceive things differently from what they truly are. Some users can create complex and detailed worlds, others may be able to only alter the way they or the target are perceived. About: ~ Easy going, bright personality, energetic, helpful, courageous, open-minded, easy to talk to, active, spontaneous, optimistic, adaptable, charismatic, curious, playful, outgoing, friendly, confident, flirty, stubborn, artistic, simple, charming, mysterious, and unpredictable. ~ Works as a DJ in NY although he doesn’t live there. ~ Pansexual. ~ Has long black curly hair he always wear up. Has an undercut. ~ Always has a “5 o’clock shadow” (beard stubble) ~ Has multiple tattoos scattered on his body. ~ Is a pretty skilled witch. ~ Has stretched earlobes. ~ Is not very good at cooking, but he manages not to burn stuff... too often. ~ He’s a pretty good dancer. ~ Has a Twin sister named Eloise whom he’s very close with. ~ Loves electronic and dance music. ~ Is a very free spirit. ~ Doesn’t like authority. ~ Is a very skilled street artist. ~ Has never been in a relationship. ~ Smells like: Mostly like fresh air or dirty NY dance clubs, mixed with youthful male fragrances such as: Diesel Green Masculine, Black Bvlgari, Diesel Spirit Of The Brave, Diesel The Brave Street or Diesel Zero Plus Masculine. ~ Loves his sister, clubbing, Dj’ing, drinking alcohol, partying, meeting new people, NY, exploring NY, Sex, flirting, Spray painting, NY street food, coffee, cinnamon, having fun, beach vibes, fireworks, casting spells and Netflix. ~ Always dresses black. ~ Gets along with pretty much anyone he meets. Eli’s tag Eli’s house/home Eli’s moodboard Handwriting/ask answer pic:

One Gif to describe him:

One song to describe him: Lost Frequencies - Are You With Me (Kungs Remix) Personal Playlist: 1. MÖWE ft. Lisa Pac - Around The World 2. Lo Air - City Lights (Original mix) 3. The Weeknd - Starboy (official) ft. Daft Punk 4. Seinabo Sey - Younger 5. Parov Stelar - The Sun (Klingande Remix) 6. Ed Sheeran - Photograph (Westphal & Whyman Remix) 7. James Arthur - Get Down (Smooth Remix) 8. Sonnentanz (Sun Don`t Shine) (feat.Will Heard) Original Mix 9. A R I Z O N A - I Was Wrong (Robin Schulz Remix) 10. RÆVE - The Sweetest Sin 11. Matt Simons - Catch & Release (Deepend Remix) 12. Davai - Tear Me Down (feat. Philip Rustad) 13. Disclosure - Latch (Ehrling Remix) 14. ARIZONA - Where I Wanna Be 15. Nina Simone - Sinnerman (Jacob Adan Remix) 16. Gamper & Dadoni - Island in the Sun (feat. Conor Byrne) 17. CHVRCHES - Clearest Blue (Gryffin Remix) 18. Matt Corby - Brother (Kygo Remix) 19. Empire Of The Sun - We Are The People (FlicFlac Remix) 20. Coldplay - Midnight (Kygo Remix)

#Eli Thompson #immortal #supernatural #shapeshifter #wolf shifter #magpie shifter #witch #wiccan #ts3 #sims3 #sims 3 #simblr #simography

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I love schitt’s creek but I didn’t like David and I didn’t love David and Patrick. This point was hammered home for me in S6 when David didn’t even ask Patrick if he wanted to move to NY and just told him, and only decided to stay when he realized that he personally didn’t want to live there. I felt like by the end of the series, David was the only character who still wasn’t a good partner/friend. But...I’m curious about your thoughts because no one else thinks this!

i’m flattered that you want my thoughts, anon! (this became an essay so it’s behind a cut now.) i’m also potentially an excellent person for you to have asked about this, because i am an autistic and consequently self-focused person who was with an incredibly giving, supportive partner for more than a decade.

and while i definitely identify the most with stevie and twyla, david is also a lot like me in how firmly he believed he wasn’t worthy of love and wouldn’t find it, and how hard it was for him to give an inch, ever.

so what i think is that the whole family begins the show as incredibly selfish people with a lot of complexity, and by the end are wonderfully less selfish, but still flawed.

moira learns to appreciate having ‘normal’ friends and to verbalize her love for alexis, where her affection for johnny and david has always been clear. johnny SEEMS less selfish than his wife and kids, but we see with twyla that even he takes a lot for granted. stevie is where we see him open himself up.

alexis is completely self-centered and self-protective in the beginning, and learns to take risks and prioritize others, but she doesn’t become a completely different person--she plans to go with ted, sure, but she doesn’t stop complaining the whole time the plans are underway.

and that’s why david's behavior with patrick doesn’t bother me as much. patrick has this amazing, supportive family who gave him birthday parties and worried they were horrible parents because he didn’t come out to them right away...and in response, patrick is this amazing, well-adjusted boyfriend who wants to be there for david. he expects a certain amount of effort on david’s part, but he loves david as-is; he doesn’t expect david to be like him.

so the david/patrick relationship is imbalanced, but i would argue that it’s supposed to be, just like the alexis/ted relationship was always going to be imbalanced. when one partner is more self-focused and it takes them deliberate effort to be less selfish, while the other partner is happily giving and compromising and open, it can’t be a perfectly equal relationship.

but speaking as someone who can be as selfish as david, i firmly believe that doesn’t mean those kinds of relationships aren’t just as loving and happy, as long as both partners accept each other for who they are. and i know for a fact that some people, like patrick, fall in love with someone and want to prove to them that love is worth compromise and work and trust even if they’ve never been good at it in the past...because i know somebody like that in real life.

even though it doesn’t come naturally to me--i had to learn how as an adult inside my first relationship--i’m capable of offering other people sympathy (like david does for stevie when her aunt dies) and of saying i was wrong (like david does with his olive branch) and worrying about someone else more than myself (like he always has with alexis in dangerous situations and like he does when he realizes patrick hasn’t come out to his parents).

i may not be GREAT at those things, but i’m better at them now than i was years ago. and david is better at them by the end of the show than he was at the beginning. when he assumes that he and patrick will get married and move away to new york, it’s not as though he had malicious intentions and didn’t care what patrick wanted. the problem was in the assuming--patrick was so often content to go along with what would make david happy, david expected he would be happy to do that this time too.

i’m not sure i would agree that his scene with stevie is entirely about david only deciding to stay once he didn’t want to live in new york, though. imo that scene is about stevie getting david to admit why he feels like he HAS to go to new york, and thus why he would ever even consider uprooting the life he’s already built with his fiance...which isn’t therefore just a scene about what david wants. it’s stevie trying to make him understand that what he has is worth staying for, compromising for, changing the idea in his head of what his future would look like.

and for david, that’s a huge deal. the house isn’t a place that proves david ‘won’ so he should selfishly stay in schitt’s creek because he gets to live in a cute house. the house proves he won because it’s a symbol of everything he has with patrick, of how much patrick loves him and puts him first all the time. if you look at it like that, david staying in schitt’s creek is his attempt to give something up for patrick for a change, like alexis with ted.

and sure, it’s not a perfect analogy because ‘giving something up’ in this case means marrying the love of his life and living in his dream home...but as originally planned, alexis’s six months on an island with her boyfriend wouldn’t have been the world’s biggest sacrifice either. what matters is that both were huge steps FOR THEM.

so, was i surprised when he tried to move patrick to new york with him out of nowhere? yes, because i thought he’d evolved a bit more than that in terms of shared communication. but it also didn’t seem out of character for him, not when david’s pre-show trauma ran so deep that it was constantly popping back up as a result.

despite my general saltiness when it comes to the way the series ended with alexis and stevie alone, i do love david and patrick, and david in general. he was actually the first character i liked, when dan made me laugh with his delivery of the ‘bob cratchit’ line. liking him turned into loving him as soon as he declared that he didn’t want to be the victim of a hate crime. and i couldn’t be anything but all in for the ship, once patrick started aiming those hearteyes of his at david.

if you don’t like david and can’t support david/patrick because you yourself wouldn’t ever want to be with someone like david? i get that! i really do. you could definitely argue that patrick deserves a partner less selfish and more considerate of his needs.

but for reasons i absolutely cannot explain, as i was as baffled by it as david, sometimes people as sweet and kind as patrick fall in love with the stubborn and love-starved, and they’re willing to put in more than their fair share of the work to make a relationship last. it happens. and they can both be happy together.

tl;dr yes david is incredibly selfish but he and patrick make sense to me and i love them

#okay the cut got weird? i can't fix it. hmm #schitts creek #david rose #both do i have schitts creek feelings for days #david was my first laugh; alexis was my first 'oh my god how does she look THAT GOOD right now??'#but stevie was my first crush and that started literally when we met her and it's so funny to me because she wasn't even on my radar #in the way that #david x patrick #were or the way alexis was everywhere after s4 #otp: you're my mariah carey #replies #anons are love #meta #mine #long post

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Naomi’s Story

My childhood was idyllic and surrounded in opulence in the wealthiest municipality of Rhode Island on the western side of Narragansett Bay. Goombahs ran the village, misguided judgment and organized corruption ran rampant in our leadership from the police, to the mayor, to the school board, but no one talked much about that. Instead, we focused on our waterfront properties, Italian fine dining restaurants, and seemingly perfect lives while the men took care of business. I grew up with wops and old money, and nothing in between.

In 2005, my father’s firm went bankrupt, and with it, went half our assets tied up in privately held stock. My father’s dream was to be a New York financial services man, a true business man, and he worked on that from the cornfields of Indiana. All throughout his early years, he worked two factory jobs to pay his college tuition in hopes to be somewhere better than he was. To provide for his mother, the immigrant from Wales, and to to be a force of stability for his young, first family. He never got to New York, but I was determined that I would live out that dream. So by fifth grade, when everyone else wanted to be a vet or a doctor or a teacher, I said I wanted to be an investment banking analyst for Goldman Sachs. We had to move from Rhode Island to the midwest after the demise of the company. My father took his second family, my mother and I, back to Indiana. He wanted something easier than what New England was, something cheaper, something nicer, something familiar. But, I was different. I was the embodiment of New England: I spoke with a thick accent, my hair was curly and big, and my values were different. The cornfield kids couldn’t quite understand me. I went from being the most popular schoolyard kid with tons of wop friends and hanging out with their daddies, the barones, the bagmen, the consigliere's, the dons, to trying to integrate myself with the children of farmers and working to middle class professionals. And so, beginning in fifth grade, I was different. When I sat down at the lunch table, the other children took their lunches to another spot; at recess, I would go to swing, and the others would go to the slides. And I tried to be like the others, I wanted to fit in. I began speech therapy, I dressed in their clothes, I read their books and watched their television shows, but it wasn’t enough even back in those days. My entire early adolescence was hallmarked by rejection and desperately wanting to be liked, to even be marginally accepted. I went to five different schools from 2005 - 2009, all with similar results. My parents finally sent me to a Catholic school in downtown Indianapolis off 56th street. There, I met a group of black poets that finally gave me the acceptance and friendship that I had craved for years. It was my first taste of normalcy in almost five years. And I met a boy, Robbie, who I took home. I realized that day that the world is not as colorblind as I am. My father told me that it was the saddest day of his life since his mother died. And later that year, as I continued to be involved in poetry groups and cultural clubs, I competed in a statewide poetry slam. I won the state award for my poem and my parents threw away the trophy. So, who was I supposed to be? Everything started to get confusing as every turn I made seemed to be the wrong choice and my victories were detriments. And amid all of this, the recession was happening and worsened. Company consolidations and closures caused my family to relocate again, this time to Ohio. The village reminded me of Rhode Island a bit; on the far east side, this small, cozy village had a median household income of $187,00 with only a couple thousand residents. The high school looked like the University of Pennsylvania, and all of the homes were brick, big, and beautiful. And so I set out again to be a new version of myself: the blonde, straight haired, Coach-wearing, Abercrombie-wearing girl. Would they like me as a sophomore? No, they didn’t. Because as much as I tried, most of the kids had known each other for years and there wasn’t space for me. So I did as I had done in the year prior: I found the black poets, the people who seemed to get me and understand my struggle. Meanwhile, I joined track, of which I was one of two whites, there, too. Within a month into the school year, I was typecast with all sorts of derogatory terms. But it didn’t matter to me, yet, and I was happy with my friend group, and met another boy, J. And there were never two people closer. J was a state champion track star who wrote poetry and attended our school half of the day, and attended a trade school for the remainder of the day. We bonded as he helped me condition and train, and we passed a poetry journal back and forth. Though my friend Rayvon told me, “he’s trouble,” it didn’t stop me. I was used to being marginalized, and almost empathized with the fact that J was too. Still, I wanted to fit in and be liked. So when Rayvon set me up with her friend, I went along with it. Then, on September 4, 2009, we went to Micah’s birthday party, hosted in a multi-million dollar home in our village in the basement. J and I were both in relationships with other people, mostly on the recommendations of other people, but it didn’t stop him from kissing me. In front of everyone. And in five seconds, I lost everyone in my life. And so, not knowing where to turn, I called J the following Monday. We met at the local coffee shop. I had an exam the following day, so he suggested that we studied at his house. I agreed. And as soon as we walked into his home, and closed the front door, it was no sooner that I was in a forced grip. I laughed at first, thinking my poetry-loving friend was teasing, but he wasn’t. Fear sunk in. He dragged me upstairs, as I was kicking and screaming, undressed me, and shoved himself into me. I was fifteen and a virgin. The next day, people at school laughed at me. They called me the slut who slept with J. “Slut.” “Whore.” And again, I was a marginalized and lonely outcast just two months into a new school. Shouldn’t I have been used to it? People laughed at me and gossiped about me and no one knew anything. After this, things got fuzzy for me. I hardly remember the next two years much at all. I hung around a lot of shady people and did things that I wish I could take back, what little I remember, but deep down I knew I didn’t really deserve much better. A lot of people put their hands on me back then. Going into my senior year, J made the news. He murdered his long time girlfriend right there in one of our quaint village homes in the foyer. I remember watching the live local news stream in a trance, not quite sure if what I was seeing had any base in reality but it did. And J called me that night after not speaking to me in two years. I didn’t pick up. By the end of the night, he was shot dead in the Walgreen’s parking lot and they extracted his girlfriend’s body out of the trunk of his car. I went to the memorial in his family’s home, the same one that I had been to all of those years prior. His mother looked at me, and said to me, “It’s you. You’re the girl.” She took me upstairs to his bedroom where photos of me and our shared poetry and letters were scattered across his desk. What the fuck do you do with that, even now, after all this time has passed? The rest of the night remains a blur. I only really remember one thing about my senior year: Briyana, the new girl from the nearby Catholic school. She took to me right away, and I took to her right back. And despite desperately needing a friend, I told her to keep her distance from me; I told her that to say I was unpopular was an understatement, and her reputation would be tarnished in being seen with me. So she did stay away. And I remember almost nothing else, just small clips of getting suspended, of shooting up PCP, of smoking weed in the girls locker room, of getting by in school with high remarks because it still wasn’t that challenging to me. So then I went to the community college the next year. I crossed paths with Briyana again by chance. Our boyfriends were suite mates, and we became best friends. We were all a family that year. We helped each other and took care of each other. But we were also wild and reckless and young. Tyga’s Molly played on the background frequently as the bunch of them snorted lines and partied into the night. I was the only one that did ever end up graduating in that bunch. And through a series of unfortunate events, everything fell apart. And I absolutely had to go this time. And go far. So Binghamton, NY happened. And I recreated myself again. This time, I was going to be an Air Force ROTC gal studying financial engineering and statistics. It had to work, I needed it to work. And again, I had wonderful suite mates and people that talked like how I used to, and more than anything, I was so proud of what I was accomplishing away from the disaster that the midwest had been for me. But as suddenly as I felt safe, it was over... again... Several months into the school year, my Air Force paperwork was rejected by HQ. Prior drug use, self-injury scars, you name it and I had it. And perhaps for the first time, but not the last time, I totally destructed. I threw up everyday, my veins bulged, I was dizzy and disoriented and often forgot where I was or who I was. So, hence, a medical withdrawal. But with my autoimmune symptoms and underlying medical issues, I had to see a specialist. And with a sick twist of irony, that specialist was in Columbus, Ohio. After a multi-month stint of being on bed rest and racking up over $150,000 in medical bills, I enrolled at Ohio State. And as I was sitting in a Slavic Film class on a Tuesday, I saw Briyana going into the nearby classroom in McPhearson Hall. And just like that, we reconnected again as if no time had passed. I was still sick in those days and hardly a hundred pounds, so Briyana became a caregiver to me of sorts. And we were inseparable. Not soon after we reconnected, we moved in together in off-campus housing in Columbus’s Chinatown. She worked for Bob Evans and I worked for an insurance company, and we both attended classes full time. This was around the time that Obama passed all sorts of labor laws, one of which required employers to give certain benefits should their employees work a minimum number of hours. Briyana’s hours were cut by over half about a month prior to our next tuition statement coming due. I told her about a site my friend Trina used, Seeking Arrangement. “You just go on dates with lonely men and they pay you.” If only it was that easy. I thought it was that easy. She signed up and when the day came to meet this guy, she couldn’t do it. So I went in her place. And I found out quickly that it had nothing to do with going on dates at all. But by this point, sneaking into college exams for Briyana was nothing really. I was willing to commit any conceivable sin for the person who nursed me back to health and I felt gave me my entire life back and more. As I learned, three grand has a fucking high price tag. At nineteen years old, I was in way above my head. Blackmail. Guns. Threats. So I kept doing it, and I was so used it - just trying to survive. And then, amid all of this, Briyana met Jo. And everything I did is reduced to a kind favor but it’s all now in the past. One day, I came home from visiting my parents and our entire apartment was empty, right down to the missing bed, kitchen table, and shower curtain. What did I have left? I was still enrolled at the Fisher College of Business and a part of a financial club on campus and investment banking program. The president of the club, C, had roofied me and assaulted me in months prior but that was semantics? This is the same one that threw me down a flight of stairs on my birthday, but why not? In hindsight, it was stupid of me to ever think his red hair could be a symbol for warmth instead of the fiery hell that he was. But still, I remember thinking that we could create something beautiful out of our individual brokenness. It’s still a sore point for me even now when I reminiscence on this and recall that he had dozens of me. He knew about what happened with Briyana, and everything that it entailed to be her loyal friend. When we would fight, he would hold it all over my head and taunt me. Our relationship ended in the Sexual Violence Office at Ohio State and his degree was nearly revoked. I was ready to fight fire with fire. No one was going to blackmail me anymore. And then again, the void. But I was so busy at work and trying to manage a full school load, I didn’t have any more energy or time to devote to interpersonal relationships. Until I met C. And there were so many red flags: twice divorced, three children, a war veteran, and a current prop fund owner based out of Manhattan. What could go wrong except everything? C and I were engaged in three months. We met while he was traveling the midwest for work at a local bar near the college campus. At first, he was everything I ever wanted: an Italian, handsome man with incredible work ethic, passion for life, and wit. He was so sharp and so alluring, you could see peoples’ eyes watching him in restaurants, bars, and as we walked in the Short North. And he understood my pain well and had his own. We married and I moved back home to the northeast. We lived in Philadelphia and New Jersey. It was all great until it wasn’t. I can’t speak on it yet, but it was three long years of maximum verbal and physical abuse, resulting in me returning to Ohio in an effort to escape. And then, now divorced and as frail as I could have been, I met, D. There was entire year, 2018, where I couldn’t leave my apartment without panic attacks, wasn’t working much, and wasn’t really going to school. I just existed. I finally joined a small insurance company that spring, and the following spring, as I was re-acclimating to society and, truly, life again, D came into my life. April 25, 2019. And D gave me a lightness in my life that I never had before. And he made me laugh sincerely. He listened to me, and understood me, and respected me for all I was in the past, all I presently was, and all I hoped to be. He gave me my twenties back and let me, for the first time, be young and carefree. He would take me to beautiful places, like Maumee Bay in Toledo and state parks, and I took him to all my favorite secret spots around the city of Columbus. We would go to coffee cafes and parade High Street and laugh on the weekends like I had never laughed. I told him things I had never told anyone. And when we would make love, it felt like he was kissing and running his fingers across my soul. And I realized by May of 2019, I never knew true love until I knew him. And it felt like everything that happened in my life had to happen in order to be there in that moment with him. Perhaps inappropriate, perhaps premature, but I knew I wanted to marry him. I knew I wanted a life with him for as long as my days on earth. But as my feelings continued to strengthen and I felt with full certainty that I would spend my life with D, his feelings faded. I was too much. Being with me hurt. It wasn’t easy. And so as I thought we were building an empire, he was setting the house on fire to watch it burn. And I knew by the winter that he could never really love me. As much as I wanted him to, as much as I loved him, I couldn’t overcome that to love back was a choice and it wasn’t one he could make. So February of 2020 happened. It will remain the hardest month of my life, perhaps until now.

This was not cathartic or meaningful in any way.

#autobiography #me #bpd #intj

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❛ & when you’re left alone at the feet of the gods , you’ll turn & see the trail of destruction left in your path . ❜

if you can tell , i’m not making nearly as much as an effort as i did with dana but nonetheless , this bastard is here i guess idk what to tell u but i DO be hatin him haha

〔 RUDY PANKOW, TWENTY - THREE, CIS MALE, NONE 〕╰ JONAH WESTCOTT just came over half - blood hill . you know , the child of DINOYSUS who was claimed seven years ago ? i’ve heard chiron say that he is INTUITIVE & VERSED , but if you ask the aphrodite kids , they’d say they’re NEFARIOUS & EXECRABLE . i’d say they remind me of raising a glass of tinted liquid toward a nemesis before the battle , unlawfully taking a crown that doesn’t belong to him - he crowns himself a victor , a kiss traded with chaos in the shadows on a reddened campfire & sacrifices made with a bloodied smile - he plays war just for the crimson , especially since they're AGAINST THE NEW CABINS .

❛ 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖓𝖊 ╱ 𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝑭𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑨𝑳𝑺

full name : jonah matthew westcott

nickname(s) / alias(es) : u choose

age / dob : twenty three / may , seventeenth

hometown : juneau , ak

current location : long island , ny / camp half blood

ethnicity : caucasian

nationality : american

gender : cis male

pronouns : he / him

orientation : graysexual , grayromantic

religion : polythestic

face claim : rudy pankow

language(s) spoken : english , ancient greek , some latin , some norwegian

speech : informal ; he speaks like he’s always picking a fight , like there’s so much malice & anger behind his words it’s impossible for him to speak correctly . slurred words are a constant , half spoken & half coherent they’ll fling from his lips like blades before he even has a chance to stop them .

hair : blonde & bright , though he usually has them hidden underneath a baseball cap ( since , he’s got one in every color - thanks , mr . d ) to hide the fact that he can’t manage his hair . always messy , always looks like someone’s just held his hair in front of a leaf blower - it doesn’t matter how often he fixes it , it goes right back to being messy .

eyes : crystalline blue , backed by something that can only be described as pure wrath . joyless & often angry , the only glimpse of happiness & entertainment stem from watching him watch chaos unfold .

height : six feet

build : broad & athletic , swimmer’s body .

tattoos : none .

piercings : none .

scars : one single long scar that runs from the back of his left ear down the side of his neck - big & ugly , it wasn’t received in battle as many perceive , but in an accident that happened just feet outside of camp .

clothing style : messy & boyish , beachy as if he’s adopted the persona of poseidon . always seen in board shorts ( no matter the season ) & some form of colorful button up , it’s apparent he doesn’t take too much pride his appearance - since , jonah knows he can get away with a lot just for being conventionally attractive .

usual expression : written in wrath , he’s seen too much & lived through too much to ever close his eyes & dream normally . he hurts more than he’ll ever let on , misses too many people that have died protecting him & it’s evident in the way his features rest when he thinks nobody’s looking . underneath his anger & his unearned confidence rests a lot of pain that he’s never learned to resolve .

distinguishing characteristics : a crooked grin - signature when present antagonizing another camper , eyes that look like they can kill ( which , he’s convinced they can but it’s not a real power )

𝑹𝑼𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺

exterior : absolutely ruthless , it’s been quietly established around camp not to talk to jonah unless you’re in the mood for a fight . he’s got a problem with everyone , even the nicest & kindest of demigods . a lost son of maybe ares , he’s always on the search for a fight or an argument , anything where he can yell & spit on his opponents in a constant search of letting go of pent up anger . a loss of morals , he’ll actively go against the grain just to cause a ruckus ; byproduct of abandonment issues & daddy issues , he looks to eris & strife as leading points in his life .

interior : so angry he can’t put it into words - he doesn’t even dream like normal demigods do , but he doesn’t dream as mortals do either . constantly stuck in this anger he’s never learned to get rid of , he’s always learned to act out & lash out onto others before ever turning inward .

𝑪𝑯𝑹𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑪𝑳𝑬

this is not gna be pretty i spent too many brain cells on my app .

trigger warnings : a lot of death , blood , SOME not cool descriptions of death

he’s born on a warm day in juneau , his mother’s the bringer of spring with a halo of golden hair that’s wrapped around her head . she loves him , tells the bloodied baby in her arms that his father loves him too - but jonah never gets to know . robbed of memory , he doesn’t remember being grabbed from limp arms as his mother meets thanatos - the first of many deaths that he’ll cause . cursed by a god that’s supposed to love him , he’s left with an uncle who sees a dead sister in him , but his aunt tries to love him anyway . she wants kids , her husband never wanted any - jonah’s a blessing in disguise .

& oh , is he loved . aunt marjorie picks him up from practice & wraps his sore ankles , gives him snacks on the way to school & convinces uncle jeff to take him fishing . life is good , even if his guardians always share a hesitant look when he talks about the griffins flying overhead or the cyclops who ran past the school . they know that his mother attracted a god , the life of the party , of course only she could attract godhood . they wrap him in their arms every night & recite prayers to gods he can’t pronounce , kiss him goodnight before they retreat to their room . he can hear them boarding up the house every night before he goes to bed .

ten years old on a fishing trip when uncle jeff falls overboard . nobody believes jonah when he says he was pulled over by a creature with impossibly long teeth , or that jonah closed his eyes & heard his uncle pop before disappearing - a misuse of power , aunt marjorie explains that accidents happen . but , she doesn’t try to anger him much after that ; she doesn’t have to worry , she looks the wrong way at a monster on the way to the airport & jonah watches as she’s flung so far into the woods he can’t see her disappear . he emerges from the wilderness with so bloodied & dirtied they think he’s responsible , but it’s not human blood that’s found on him . they don’t know what it is .

the mainland awaits him , several years jumping from family member to family member before finally - a cousin in new york when he’s fifteen . noah’s cool , he’s in his twenties & cleared out an entire room to take care of him & jonah finally remembers what it’s like to be home & happy . the eve of his sixteenth birthday , he discovers a series of letters from family members over the years - they’re all dead . uncle jeff , aunt marjorie , aunt kelsey in oregon , aunt janice in wisconsin . his story unfolds before him , he’s dangerous , the son of a god - & suddenly , he knows the name of the gods marjorie & jeff used to say .

he begs noah to take him to camp half blood , tells him he doesn’t want noah to die either . his cousin is cool , laughs & reassures him that the westcott lineage is strong , that they can’t be wiped out that easily - but after pressuring & pestering , he finally agrees to bring jonah to camp . minutes down the road , noah’s car hits a patch of black ice & jonah doesn’t remember anything but waking up with a healing scar & notice of his cousin’s death .

dionysus claims him the instant they meet , admits his paternity expecting gratefulness but jonah only moves into his cabin by throwing his things . over the next few years he grows into ... a gremlin of a camper . deadly behind a short sword , deadlier behind his words . fights with camp during the war ( barely , almost spent the whole thing at camp instead ) & when lyssa admits secession from camp , almost joins her - but chooses to stay around to cause as much havoc as he can before leaving .

#ambrosia:intro #LISTEN #I REDID MY INTRO FORMAT #AND WE'RE ALL JUS GONNA HAVE TO DEAL W IT

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OOC INFO

Name + pronouns: Mr. Worldwide (MC), he/him Age: 26 Timezone: PST Ships: Sugar/Money, Sugar/Love Anti-Ships: Sugar/Humility

IC INFO

Full Name: Sugar Valentine Motta Face Claim: BABY V(anessa Lengies) Age/Birthday: 28, July 31st, 1991 Occupation: Socialite, Heiress, Producer of TUAP, Philanthropist, Entrepreneur Personality: Melodramtic. Idealistic. Uninhibited. Materialistic. Industrious Hometown: Newport, Rhode Island Bio:

Sugar Valentine Motta grew up with not a silver spoon in her mouth, but a gold, diamond encrusted one. Her father, Sullivan Motta, inherited his family’s jukebox business which was more lucrative during the 1950s than 2010. So with the money he already had, Sully started a mattress chain and thus, the Motta fortune continued to grow each day (with a little help from his side businesses that Sugar doesn’t find interesting or ask about). The Mottas were a family of three until her mother, Ginger, suddenly passed away from a brain aneurysm when Sugar was five. Despite living most of her life without her mother, she still feels a close bond with the woman she hardly knew. Of course, having only her dad around made Sugar into the definition of a daddy’s girl. But who wouldn’t be with a dad as rich and doting as Sully?

Sugar was born and raised primarily in Newport, Rhode Island, a city of not even 30,000 people known for its rich inhabitants, historical and large mansions, and boat ports filled to the brim with yachts. Being an only child and also the only (or more accurately, most important) women in her dad’s life made the heiress fiercely protective of him. More often than not, she tagged along with Sullivan on his business trips for apprising vintage and valuable jukeboxes or opening mattress stores in new cities or events for the luxury hotels and homes he had partnered a contract with. There were some trips he wouldn’t allow her to join, and while she would initially pout about it, Sugar would often just go take a trip of her own with one of her other wealthy friends instead. That became especially more-so when the Motta’s bought a private jet (what? it’s cheaper to fly that way. Probably).

Seeing how liked and respected Sullivan was due to how well he ran his businesses and how he would spare no expense to impress someone, Sugar herself adopted that trait. It seemed to be the Motta Motto to say: “If you got it, flaunt it" with the “it” usually being literal piles of cash With funds being at her disposal, and Sugar never being one to hide that fact, it was easy for her to make friends. Most of them were the kid’s of people her dad knew, rubbed elbows at parties with, or from a past business transaction. And while she knows that some of them just like her because of the money, she doesn’t particularly care. A friend is a friend after all, right? However, it’s because of that her romantic life sometimes suffers.

Next to money and her father, romance was near the top of the list as one of Sugar’s favorite things. She loved to be swooned, she loved the feeling of having a significant other to hold or be held, and to simply have someone to share life with. She had boyfriends in the past, but she was quick to understand that women caught her eye much more. One could only gush about how beautiful Lily Tomlin is so many times before the dots couldn’t avoid being connected. While liking girls didn’t give Sugar much pause, the intimacy that mutual attraction created with them did. She found she loved the romance, yet hesitated when it came to going “all the way” with someone. Being in the world of the rich, it felt like there was a hidden pressure to be the type to enjoy sex leisurely, especially since Sugar seemed to indulge in all other aspects of hedonism. It wasn’t like she hadn’t *tried* it, but she didn’t see what the big deal was. She liked getting to buy and wear the high end silk lingerie than have someone carelessly take it off. However, instead of admit to romantic partners that sex didn’t appeal to her as much as it did to others, she’d find ways to dance around the subject. Or, if all else failed, end relationships prematurely– even if she still harbored feelings for them. Sure, it would hurt for a little, but love was resilient. Love was kind. *And* love was easy to find if you had money. So at the end of the day, Sugar could rationalize that she was young, hot, and rich and therefore, there wasn’t really any reason to rush into anything with anyone. Finding true love young was so 2005 anyway (not that she wouldn’t celebrate every time one of her friends found it).

After graduating high school, Sugar moved to New York City, taking residence with her best friend and life partner Serena Smythe. She learned firsthand how vastly different it is to actually live in a city with millions of inhabitants instead of just visit one for fun, and in truth, Sugar had trouble finding her footing. She was lucky to be living with a friend when she first moved, but she refused to act as lost as she felt. Thankfully, she found that New York was full of people with ideas, and most of these ideas needed money for funding them. So with that, she started branching out into offering to produce or fund various projects for various people. As it turned out, while she loved impressing people with how much money she had, she found it much more rewarding to help create or better someone’s vision. That was even more true when she herself was involved in them. It was due to this that she went to Sully and told him she wanted to take over his Jukebox business, because she had the idea to start updating them too. It was clear her father was holding onto the past busiess, and Sugar knew she had a vision for its future. She wanted to have each jukebox get its own personal selection of classic hits along with songs from the last decade too– as long as it fit the Jukebox’s location. Sully couldn’t say no to his daughter, so he let her take the reigns mostly and as the numbers are showing, her idea is a hit among its clientele. It may be a small feat in the grand scheme of things, but it was something Sugar did mostly on her own and it has caused her to feel much more self assured in a new way that (surprisingly) money couldn’t buy.

Pets: None :~(

Relationships: N/A

EXTRA INFO

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Prin¢ess $ugs | locamotta | Someone once said to me “more money, more problems” but i don’t remember who since they had no money, and therefore, were not my prob 💁‍♀️💋

Five latest tweets:

@locamotta: #restinparadise coco cupid chanel motta. i miss waking up to ur sweet chirping every day. i know ur resting on the shoulder of the legit Coco up in heaven even if birds don’t normally get in. love u my sweet #CocoMo 😇🦜♥👩 😔😭🤧 06/12/10 - 01/20/19 @locamotta: going ✈ where the haters can’t find us #laterbitchez #sug&renatakemykonos @locamotta: snow in NY is fun until it touches the grimy streets and instantly becomes a health hazard #imynewport @locamotta: @buzzfeed I took ur “Which Iconic ‘90s Teen Girl Are You?” quiz and did NOT get cher horowitz I DEMAND JUSTICE FOR THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #boycottbuzzfeed @locamotta: hey sugartwits, i’m feeling too sad to shop but not too sad to spend money: send in ur fave kickstarters and gofundmes so i can make myself happy pls!! dms are still NOT open #leavemealonebrad

#accepted

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