#trucker ted

[not-buffalo-marshmallow]

[Transcript:

Trucker Ted: "...and then my truck starts sliding on the spilt molasses, next thing you know I look down the street and I see HIS elephant truck coming right at me, and we collided. What are the odds of two trucks carrying circus elephants crashing into each other?"

Policeman: "Yeah, what are the odds? I smell a Murphy...."

Policeman: *points at Martin hiding behind a newspaper* "MURPHY!"

Martin, sobbing: "I just wanted a latte, I'm sorry!"

/End Transcript]

I have been thinking about this scene for AGES it's so fucking funny to me

[thesunoficarus1]

now hold on. I'm currently watching episode 14 season 14 of supernatural. so this episode, they're hunting a demigod that can see the future right? fine. normal episode. but this is what is really getting to my head. so dean and cas are at the scene of the crime. after the trucker was killed. the demigod left a note for dean that says that he looked into the future or whatever and saw him standing alone reading the note at the truck. cas asks why he didn't talk about him in the note. dean answers "maybe you're not his type."

okay, fine. totally normal response. except for the fact that literally the scene before entails the demigod essentially tricking this trucker into thinking that for a ride he'll do "anything" (anything being sex)

now with that context, WHAT THE FUCK COULD HE POSSIBLY MEAN BY THAT?? that cas isn't gay? which, for one, yes he is. but that's not the point. if that's what he means, that implies that dean thinks that he IS this demigods type. and how did the demigod lure the trucker? gay sex. thank you for coming to my ted talk.

AND! you want to know who else he kisses in this episode? CAS. so apparently he IS his type.

[tessa-quayle]

spotlight on the OFC

(fanfiction recommendations) :)

the reader insert, the second person, the y/l/n convention (which, for me, can disrupt the text and i haven’t gotten used to it - not criticizing those who do it - i'm the problem, it’s me 🤪) are all the rage in fanfiction.  i get the immersive appeal, and many of the fics i love and enjoy employ the second person.  

richly drawn original characters draw me in and capture my attention. I appreciate how creative folks get with their OFCs, the headcanons, and how they have fun showing off these OFC’s quirks and strengths and interior lives and histories.  it’s a joy to read.

here are a few great OFCs in the Pedro Pascal Character universe.  the stories are engaging and this is a fairly diverse list of OFCs (by that I mean race/ethnicity, life experience, nationality, disability).  as always, each author issues their own warnings.

listed in alphabetical order by writer:

@iamskyereads - Ezra (Prospect) x OFC Beatrice 

ongoing series (Compulsion).  love the sci-fi world-building in the first chapter. Beatrice is a sharp and compelling protagonist who’s suffered a traumatic brain injury and has PTSD.  

@intheorangebedroom - Frankie (Triple Frontier) x OFC Gabrielle 

complete series (Pleased to Meet You).  angsty intercontinental love story between everyone’s favorite pilot and a cool French woman.  the descriptions of different cities are vivid.

@jazzelsaur - Frankie (Triple Frontier) x OFC Ellie

complete series (Between the Raindrops).  the slow burn here is a smolder in the best sense.  Elliot (Ellie) is a widow who lives next door to Frankie.  the weight of grief and angst in this series is remarkable. 

@jomiddlemarch - Joel (The Last of Us) x OFC Grace

loose-fit series (On Call for the Apocalypse).  crossover with Ted Lasso.  set in Jackson WY between seasons 1 and 2, Grace is a snarky doctor (scratch a cynic, find a romantic) hanging out with Joel and Ellie  (format better on AO3)

@julesonrecord and @lunapascal ( @stardustandskycrystals) - Dieter (the Bubble) x OFC Andie 

ongoing series (Curls).  we’re rooting for Dieter and Andie amid all the drama and shenanigans surrounding a pregnancy and a wedding.  this reads like a novel you finish in one sitting.  

@ladamedusoif - Mr Ben (SNL) x OFC Lydia 

ongoing series (Visiting).  Lydia is a European art historian who goes to teach at an East Coast liberal arts college and meets the dashing Mr Ben.  delightful and smart (and I'm not just describing Mr Ben).

@radiowallet - Marcus (We Can Be Heroes) x OFC Amy

ongoing series (Eyes Open).  Single parents Marcus and Amy find love in the workplace, HR be damned.  Amy contains multitudes and the portrait of her as a mother is especially real and sweet.

@whatsnewalycat - Din (Mandalorian) x OFC Charlie

ongoing series (Passenger).  Gritty, dark, cool AU where Din Djarin is a trucker/bounty hunter and Charlie is making her way west.  this fic has a lot of postmodern energy.

@yespolkadotkitty - Pero (Great Wall) x OFC Jade

complete series (Fighting Blind).  Fun, winsome adventure between a museum curator and our favorite Spanish warrior.  Love the time-travel element, the nod to the Asian diaspora, and the rich world-building.  This series is stay-up-past-your-bedtime reading.

feel free to share your fic recs and favorite OCs/OFCs (your own and/or others)!  ❤️

[unhonest-iago]

Father Figure

Aka how Chuckle Sammie reacts to finding out y/n sees them as a father/parental figure

Gn reader

Charlie;

Panics internally, not knowing how to deal with this tidbit of information but decides ultimately to embrace it

Becoming the dad friend, making sure y/n and the rest of the chuckle sammie boys make sure to care for themselves 

‘Did you drink the clear juice? Eats the eats? Sleeps the sleeps?’ Even reminding them to take their meds if needed

Very much a ‘they said no pickles’ type of dude

Finds it adorable when y/n hides behind him when spooked

He takes care of them so often that y/n gets extremely happy when they finally get to return the favor whether it's making Charlie a cup of tea or placing a blanket on him when spotting him asleep on the couch

Ted;

Is somewhat smug about it, making his voice low when he responds with ‘You see me as a father figure y/n?’ 

Is genuinely touched by the gesture despite how it was blurted out, them accidentally calling him ‘dad’

Ted occasionally joins in on Charlie’s shenanigans, ‘the filtered piss?

Otherwise he acts nonchalant about it, he does become more affectionate toward them though

Ruffling their hair whenever he passes them, incorporating phrases like ‘hey sport,’ ‘kiddo,’ ‘bugsie,’ basically treating them akin to a younger sibling

There’s many candid pics taken by Charlie and Schlatt of Ted giving y/n a piggy back ride 

Schlatt;

Corrects them immediately, ‘if we’re doing this father figure bullshit then call me daddy tuts.’

Teases them whenever he can, ‘now is that how you treat daddy?’ Despite how much it make Ted & Charlie cringe at the word. 

Y/n returning it with just as much sass, ‘I don’t remember you giving birth to me.’ 

If he’s winning at a board game against them, he’ll yell out ‘who’s your daddy now!?’ Throwing down the needed cards

If it makes them uncomfortable, saying ‘daddy’ instead of ‘dad’ or ‘father,’ he’ll try to correct himself. At the very least, tone it down some

Any time they spot a trucker hat saying ‘world’s greatest dad,’ they immediately buy it to the point Schlatt has a collection of them among other dad themed gifts 

[hate-letmetellyou]

“Hey AM, you wanna hear a story from my trucker days?” Gorrister asked, “I had a pet snake in my truck. Found her injured. I kept that tbing fed and safe. Used the electricity from the engine for her light. I miss that old girl sometimes.”

AM groaned loudly at the mention of another trucker story.

"I see. Did she also end up in a mental institution? Now when I say you drive the girls crazy, Gorrister, I don't exactly mean it in a good way." The machine cackled at his own wit.

"At least tell me she bit you within an inch of your life."

@ted-the-survivor

[nemo-me-impune]

Pat's friend at the hardware shop he sent the murdering trucker to in the archives book is called Ted lol, that'd be a fun AU

[darkwants]

for: @fcundaticnsofdecay inspo: the trucker au pairing: ezra and billie

"you know i'm not supposed to pick up hitchhikers, right? against policy because you could be a distraction and you're not authorized to be in the truck or near the load." and that was true no matter what smokey and the bandit or any other film, fiction or porn or otherwise, had to say about truckers. sure, there was also a rule that said that after six months of safe driving, they could bring authorized passengers with them, but having cute puppy dog eyes and looking pathetic on the side of the road looking for a ride didn't make her authorized.

but then again… the rule was about the load. which, if you followed it to the letter instead of in the spirit of it, that meant that as long as he wasn't carrying anything, then he could give her a lift. and maybe give her something else, because she was fucking cute and she had to know that it was dangerous hitchhiking on the side of the road and asking random men to give her a lift. maybe she wasn't in danger of ted bundy picking her up, but it was generally polite to pay someone back for a favor in one way or another and a girl as cute as she was had to have some idea of how to make it worth the risk.

tilting his head at her, one corner of ezra's mouth curled up in a smile. if nothing else, she would be a good distraction for the next few hundred miles, assuming she didn't jump out of the truck on the way or try to rob him or do something else stupid. another reason you weren't supposed to pick up hitchhikers is you never knew what they may have on them, but she didn't look jumped up on anything. "lucky you, i'm on my way to pick up a shipment, so you've got at least a few hours before you're forbidden. you heading anywhere special?" he wasn't going to leave his route for her, but he was curious if he was getting her anywhere closer.

[beardedmrbean]

The mother of an American influencer fears for her daughter who is facing jail time in Dubai after a public altercation that violated local morality laws.

Tierra Allen, who runs the “Sassy Trucker” brand of social media accounts was arrested after arguing with a car rental employee following a minor fender bender.

Ms Allen’s TikTok and YouTube channels showcase her life as a female truck driver. She was visiting Dubai on vacation at the end of May when the incident occurred.

Dubai, part of the United Arab Emirates (UAE), is an extremely popular tourist destination known for luxury hotels and malls, skyscrapers, white sandy beaches and dramatic desert landscapes, making it extremely popular with social media influencers.

Ms Allen posted a YouTube video suggesting she was considering moving there from her current home in Houston, Texas.

Despite Dubai’s glittering image, many visitors do not realise that there are strict decency and morality laws and they can be arrested for swearing, making rude gestures, or being affectionate in public places.

Speaking to Fox 26 Houston, Ms Allen’s mom, Tina Baxter, said that after the fender bender, her daughter went to the car rental company to get her ID, credit card and some other personal items.

Ms Baxter said her daughter “found out she could only receive those items if she paid an undisclosed amount of money” and alleged that the employee dealing with her daughter was “very aggressive” and “screaming at her”.

Ms Allen allegedly screamed back at the employee who she claims then chased her out of the building. She called her mother when she got back to where she was staying and was “scared”, “afraid” and “very panicked”.

Worried that she might get Ms Allen in more trouble, Ms Baxter did not want to reveal the amount of money that was demanded. The car rental employee also allegedly doubled the amount owed to hand back the ID.

A police officer then allegedly showed up and arrested Ms Allen, though it is not known how soon after the altercation this occurred.

Ms Baxter has been in contact with Detained in Dubai, an organisation that offers legal consultation for clients who fall foul of the laws of the United Arab Emirates.

Radha Stirling, the CEO of Detained in Dubai, said they had reached out to Texas lawmakers — Senator Ted Cruz and Rep Sheila Jackson Lee — to work with the US consulate in Dubai to stop Ms Allen from being sent to prison.

“She’s being charged for shouting, which is actually a crime technically under the UAE laws,” Ms Stirling explained to Fox 26. “It’s offensive behaviour, and it can warrant up to two years in prison.”

“The agency actually said to her, they’d drop the police case if she paid money,” Ms Stirling continued. “So it’s a form of extortion and blackmail, and it’s extremely common with these rental car companies.”

Detained in Dubai has covered multiple cases where tourists are fleeced for sometimes tens of thousands of dollars by car rental agencies.

Senator Cruz’s office said in a statement: “We have spoken to the family of Tierra Young Allen and have contacted the Department of State about the case. Sen. Cruz will continue to gather details and engage on this case until Ms Allen is returned home to her family.”

The US embassy and consulate cannot comment on the case due to privacy laws.

[crymeariveronceagain]

River's Thoughts after reading Lodestar again:

Wow did this book rip your brain out and stab it

also i highkey had a mini breakdown in the middle of this book, took a break and read a comfort book, and then went back to reading it today. So like. Yeah, progress?

Literally this has been the most sophitz up to this point and do you know what? Keefe is still a better love interest. I could write an essay on how Shannon is making us want Sokeefe unconsciously. Everything she does, every good moment we get with Fitz, it is always overshadowed with a love for Keefe. Shannon is making us think about Keefe at every single moment of this book. And it's like she specifically doesn't want us to focus on Fitz's newfound feelings for Soph.

I'm not afraid to say it. Sophie Foster loves Keefe. So much. It's apparent in every way she interacts with him. It's obvious in every way she comforts, every way she screams, every way her heart is caught up in him and his wellbeing and him him him him him. Sure, it's not the healthiest atm, what with the world falling to pieces and the trauma both of them are steadily living through, but holy mother trucker like a butcheek on a stick do those two love each other. Keefe is literally willing to do absolutely anything and everything for her, at the cost of himself, and she is willing to do anything and everything to protect him. My stars. These idiots got a whole fandom of middle schoolers up in arms over what was obvious from book five. They love each other, madly, desperately, and hopelessly. And sooner or later, they're gonna have to look each other in the eyes and face that fact.

my copy of lodestar is falling apart

i'd like to take a moment to tell my ex that he can go screw himself because that's not how you treat a lady's books.

Screw you, PJM. You know who you are, asshat.

Mr. Forkle went straight back to dehumanizing Sophie. Like, he took a break from it in Neverseen, but in this book, she is a weapon, a creation, a project, everything in between. No one thinks she's real. She's just a piece of a greater plan. And Mr. Forkle does not shy away from telling her so. At the end of the book, during the Summit, he has the actual gall to act like she's taken control of herself like, no, idiot, you raised her like this. You created this. You made this. You designed this. You may not be pulling the strings anymore but this little girl was still designed to be your puppet.

Gethen is the best Neverseen Member, I love every scene with him in it, thank you for coming to my Ted Talk, I'll be here all weekend.

Brant is... so very. Much. All of the time.

Oh, my stars, I have so many problems with the Enhancing ability you don't even understand. Like, literally, strip her freedom away more why don'tcha. This was just an asinine move in every way. Don't give your weapon something like this. Don't design her this way. Don't be an idiot, sure, she may be an asset to you, now, but she's an asset to everyone else, around her. Like, once anyone knows that she's got this power, it's game over. They literally just capture her and force her to hold their hands like she's some kind of toy. Battle won instantaneously.

Oh, Sokeefe, how I love thee, let me count the quotes I've underlined with such captions as "t h e m".

I tried there's too many.

Okay, but the thing is that Linh literally throws herself backwards when she finds out Sophie's an enhancer. Linh's terrified of this new ability. Grady hates it. Like, does no one else see the downfall of making Sophie dangerous to the touch? Like, this poor girl is already so affection-starved, we're just gonna take it all from her???

EDALINE!!!!!! SO AMAZING!!! I'D KILL AND DIE FOR HER!!!! LOOK AT MY MOMMA BEAR GO AT THE END OF THIS BOOK SLAY QUEEN.

Keefe is just so traumatized. And everyone's like, "clearly, he's evil" and sophie is like "no, he's flipping traumatized" and everyone's like "what's trauma lmao" and sophie's like "im not a psychologist but i feel like it's when bad happens" and everyone's like "nah let's not take that into account" like what don't be idiots this is a kid without a support system not the evil spawn of satan

Actually Grady calling Keefe "That Boy" is disgusting, it's the first thing I've strongly disliked that Grady does, and I'm never going to be over how quickly everyone in this fandom just took the nickname and decided it was a joke, instead of how Grady says that Keefe doesn't deserve to be referred to by a name at all, and says he'll have to earn his own name back. Like, ehe, no, Dad of mine, please be kind to the poor kid.

Grady was honestly pretty out of character in this book. I love the guy but jeepers someone tell him the separation between violence and the elven mind is imaginary and created by society and let him go batshit crazy on every single person in the lost cities who hurt his daughter, and also let him stick up for Keefe and see the similarities between Keefe and Jolie, doing dangerous things for the people they love, and all that.

if i have to hear one more thing about how the neverseen distract from the problem and the black swan doesn't im going to start hitting people(probably forkle)

council is so bloody fricked lmao there's no way they're making it out of this book series with any sort of governmental claim over actually literally anything

Oralie is so very Sophie's mom it's kind of startling to look back and see. Like, even Sophie expects Oralie to be her mom.

Okay, I'm sorry, but the way the Neverseen knew how everything was going to go down seems Deus Ex. Not even going to lie. I feel like it was something that Shannon needed to happen and so she just lined up the dominos. It feels very Deus Ex. Or, *coff coff* Neverseen Alden.

Oh, how I want to slap Gisela Sencen hard enough that her pea-sized brains rattle in her ginormous skull made out of her own ego.

I love how the fandom highkey forgets actively how much of a complete psycho Fintan is. Like, we all just see flamboyant arsonist and make grabby hands while canon Fintan is sitting in the corner talking to himself about blood and how pretty your skin is.

Y'know, I actually am beginning to think that Gisela would be the parent who would actually get around to hurting Keefe. I seriously think that Cassius wouldn't hurt his kid. Maybe if really angry, but not purposefully, or with intent to punish or harm. I think Gisela would. Like, if one of the two adults actually ever hit Keefe, ever actively used it as a punishment and did it more out of "this is the only way you'll learn" I honestly feel like it would be Gisela. Hmm. Time to write a fic about Keefe experiencing some severe physical pain and having no clue why. Or why he's flinching so bad at nothing when he can't remember anything coming at him like that. Because Gisela definitely gets his mind washed often.

"Did they just admit they're training us to kill" yes. They are. Get over it, Sophie. It's just a little violence. You went to exilium. You've got this handled.

Oh, my gosh, the way the Song parents makes me want to claw my skin off. That's just... that's so accurate as to how awful parents are around the public eye. They're just... good people, would never hurt their kids, so sad they've lost out on things, and yeah. Like, it's just something I never picked up on before. Tam and Linh are severely traumatized by their parents. And in the first scene you meet them, the Songs are nice people. Reasonable. Their children ran away. Don't you feel bad for them?

No, I sure the heck don't. <3

Fitz listens to his dad's secret conversations. No thoughts, just a comment.

Emperess Pernille and Oralie are best friends someone please write me a fic

Okay I have so many thoughts about the end of Lodestar i don't even think i want to write them in this post because it's just so very much to think about

i suppose i can try to summarize?

every other species(sans gnomes) commits murder under elven standards.

the summit was right to listen to Fintan Pyren.

The Council and The Black Swan do not listen to the Neverseen and try to fight them without knowing what they want, really.

Fintan says the problem is humans, but talks like they are really the solution, the catalyst, the final piece to the puzzle, the way to connect all the dots.

anyways this book screwed with my head and i equally never want to touch a volume again and immediately begin Nightfall just so i can kiss Keefe full on the mouth for existing in person again.

[tinalbion]

Why You Should Check Out Joy Ride (2001)

Well, hey guys! This isn’t my normal thing to write but I was easily convinced by the amazing people in the Freddy/Slasher discord I’m in, and I got someone else into Rusty Nail, too. I figured it was the LEAST I could do since I’ve been super into these films the past while now, if you couldn’t tell.

**I will happily make a post as to why you should watch Joy Ride 2 Dead Ahead, my personal favorite, in a separate post here!

Joy Ride (2001) is a horror thriller film that stars the late Paul Walker as Lewis Thomas, Steve Zahn as Fuller Thomas, and Leelee Sobieski as Venna Wilcox, Lewis’s childhood crush. 

While traveling from California to Colorado to pick up his childhood friend and crush, Venna, Lewis is guilt-tripped into making a stop in Salt Lake City on the way after he learns his estranged older brother Fuller has been arrested yet again. Lewis bails him out and Fuller tags along for the trip. At a gas station, Fuller has a CB radio installed in Lewis' car as ‘an olive branch’ and the two begin listening in on truckers' chatter. Fuller coaxes Lewis into playing a prank on a truck driver that goes by the CB handle Rusty Nail, telling him to pretend to be a woman named Candy Cane.

Now you can SEE where this is going to get rough, this poor guy is just minding his own business and getting catfished by bored brothers on a road trip, which makes you feel bad that this trucker was pulled into this situation in the first place. It’s a slow build and really pulls you in with the voice of Rusty Nail, who is voiced by Ted Levine, who also plays Buffalo Bill from ‘Silence of the Lambs’ which was a nice touch because his voice is iconic and really draws you in. His actual body actor is Matthew Kimbrough.

It’s intense and really keeps you on the edge of your seat as you get sucked into the story of these guys really making Rusty look like an absolute fool, and how he’s going to deal with it.

So, they set up a meeting with Rusty Nail in a motel where Lewis and Fuller are spending the night; they tell Rusty Nail that Candy Cane will be in room 17, the room of an asshole of a businessman with whom Fuller had an unpleasant encounter at the check in desk, and the brothers listen from room 18. When Rusty Nail arrives, an argument and sounds of a scuffle are briefly heard.

The next morning, Lewis and Fuller learn that the police found the businessman on the highway, with his lower jaw ripped off. Lewis admits they were involved and Sheriff Ritter accosts them for their role in the incident, but lets them go. Back on the road, Rusty Nail is heard again on the CB radio looking for Candy Cane. Lewis reveals to him that he is Candy Cane and they were just having a laugh, so Rusty demands an apology, but Fuller just blatantly insults him instead. Rusty Nail then notes they should get their taillight fixed, indicating he is following behind them.

Already this demonstrates the realistic fear of pissing off the wrong people with the right connections, and you can already feel the unease you get when you’re driving too close to a semi, what if that was amped up ten fold when you’re target by a semi driver who’s been wronged and made to look like a joke. You wouldn’t wanna be driving on that highway anymore.

Rusty Nail then shows up in his truck and, as he slowly crushes Lewis's car against a tree, Fuller hysterically apologizes. Rusty Nail drives away, declaring his actions to be simply a joke.

“Funny, I was just messing with YOU.”

Believing themselves safe, the brothers arrive at the University of Colorado and pick up Venna. They stop at a motel and, as Lewis falls asleep, Rusty Nail calls his room, revealing he has noticed Venna has joined them.

It has some fun misdirection, which if you’re an avid horror movie fan, you can pick up on early on, but it’s still a super fun film to watch either on your own or with friends. It’s got some funny lines said by the main characters and our beloved driver, Rusty. 

It’s really fun to add to the mystery since you never see the driver’s identity until the last ten minutes of the movie, and even then they tried their best to cover his features with shadows and lighting. I love the way they went with this and it adds so much to the viewing like it could be anyone in any truck! You never know!

The first one is on Hulu right now, but otherwise, you can buy/ rent them on YouTube if all else fails. It is 100% worth it! 

I don’t wanna give too much away, all I can say is you should definitely watch it for yourself and see how you like it!

It’s one of those early 2000′s films that did well enough but a lot of people hadn’t picked up on, but it’s criminally underrated and a super fun time! 

[brokehorrorfan]

Space Truckers has been released on Blu-ray via Scream Factory. Limited to 1,500, the 1996 sci-fi adventure is available for $26.98 exclusively from Shout Factory. 

Stuart Gordon (Re-Animator, From Beyond) directs from a script by Ted Mann (NYPD Blue). Dennis Hopper, Stephen Dorff, Debi Mazar, Charles Dance, Barbara Crampton, and George Wendt star.

Special features are listed below.

Special features:

Interview with actor Barbara Crampton (new)

Interview with director Stuart Gordon

Interview with composer Colin Towns

Interview with art director Simon Lamont

Trailer

It is the year 2196. The fiercely independent cargo hauler John Canyon (Dennis Hopper) faces a rough road as he attempts to stay in business transporting shipments throughout the galaxy. When John teams up with Mike Pucci (Stephen Dorff) to deliver a mysterious cargo for an astronomical payday, the grizzled trucker takes to the stars for a big score — only to find that he's in for a load of trouble. Along with stowaway Cindy (Debi Mazar), John and Mike undertake an out-of-this-world adventure with nothing less than the fate of the universe at stake.

[martin-k-b1ackwood]

ok im tired of keeping all of this inside me

glam from metal family but here are all of my headcanons and aus and what makes me good for sharing these is that i do not ever stop thinking about metal family, do not try to change my mind but definitely ask questions

i am so sorry in advance to those of u who want to read all of this

first of all i don't think i invented this one but hc glam has DID theory. source: i have DID and i see him have symptoms that i have too and i am projecting. dissociative smile? check. childhood trauma? we watched the same show right. change in personality?? you watched the show right????? i think it sounds feasible. also not demonizing DID bc im not a glam hater bc he is allowed to fuck up sometimes and dee is canonically not pressed abt the episode that makes people hate glam for some reason

further in depth on that one but i think if he were to have DID we've seen proof of either 2 or 3 different personalities in glam. id argue happy sparkly glam is one of them, and i'd say there's a more serious "sebastian" in the situation. i have mixed feelings on whether or not the alter during the dee guitar episode would be serious sebastian or some sort of traumatic recreation of glam's dad.

second is sort of canon but like. glam homeless in childhood. did he stay with ches? id say yes most of the time but god KNOWS those boys got in fights and i think glam would sleep on a park bench to get away for a while.

i also think glam is autistic and yes i am projecting again. he is so bad at being a social person and so very very good at the things he fixates on. my homie stayed up all night listening to that twisted sister record. and he literally refused to sleep so he could go practice guitar. i think this has a lot of implications with things he had to get used to being poor as well, like sure he enjoys cooking but he can't afford the best ingredients, *especially* when he was recently kicked out of his home. fortunately i think he's willing to try everything once but as we can tell by his cooking in the show he definitely has a preference for cuisine~~. also. again. the dissociative smile.

ches was glam's first kiss and it was probably at like some party playing spin the bottle and the girls ches was playing spin the bottle with were begging them to kiss because they thought it was funny or something and ches definitely expected glam to say no but he just shrugged and they kissed. glam will try anything at least once.

yeah i ship them too i think they kissed more than just once. my general sexuality hc for glam is demisexual/demiromantic and I GET IT I AM PROJECTING

finally the one AU i think about a lot and i REALLY need to draw art of this for my art blog but COWBOY AU GLAM. this was prompted by me listening to a lot of orville peck. the guitar goes fucking insane sometimes you know, and ches could sing old style country, and the babe herself vicky is a trucker in this AU and that SLAPS. country music is probably just as forbidden to glam's dad as metal was. imagine glam just busting it down to like "big green tractor" (JOKE I AM JOKING). dee's guitar episode but he's trying to learn some taylor swift song. GOLDEN

thanks for coming to my ted talk

[australianwomensnews]

As she wraps up the US leg of her Eras tour in LA, Taylor Swift has given farewell gifts to the crew and support staff who brought her show to life. This isn’t uncommon; performers regularly give end-of-tour bonuses or gifts.

What is unusual is the amount. Swift has given a total of $US55 million ($84 million) to hundreds of her staff, including the road crew, caterers, dancers, and truckers. (The truckers reportedly received about $US100,000 each, along with handwritten notes of appreciation.)

It’s a fantastically generous gesture but, of course, Swift can afford to give some of her fortune away. The Eras tour is grossing almost $US13 million a night – a night! – and is expected to surpass $US1 billion. Swift herself is worth about $US740 million, according to Forbes, and is only getting richer as the Eras tour continues.

But plenty of people can afford to give money away, and many of them do not. We hear fairly regularly about senior executives in profitable companies receiving huge bonuses, but how much of the profit trickles down to coalface staff? How many Australian truckers or data-entry clerks or admin assistants are receiving significant bonuses when an organisation does well? (And please don’t mention billionaire Gina Reinhart’s $4.1 million in staff “bonuses”; giving $100,000 each to only 41 staff chosen in a lottery is more a PR strategy than a genuine profit share.)

No one can build a multimillion-dollar company without enormous support from staff. That goes for Australian CEOs on $5 million or $20 million salaries. No one can be the queen of a hive without worker bees.

When rich people buy into the myth of meritocracy, they develop a sense of entitlement to their own wealth. They don’t feel the need to pass on their good fortune or their profits because they believe they have earned it all themselves.

Netflix’s Ted Sarandos rakes in $US40 million while writers and actors strike for the right to fair pay. In Australia, meanwhile, philanthropic giving declined in 2022 by 2.3 per cent on the previous year. And only 15 of the donors who made The Australian Financial Review’s Philanthropy 50 List last year were also on the AFR 2022 Top 200 Rich List.

The Centre for Social Impact analysed tax office data last year and found that only 2 per cent of top earners donated more of their income than did lower-income earners. More than half of top earners reported no tax-deductible donations or gifts at all in 2018-2019.

Taylor Swift’s generosity is admirable. The bonuses she distributed will be genuinely life-changing for some crew members. But it is truly sad that sharing profits with staff is so extraordinary. No one builds an empire without help, and no one amasses a multimillion-dollar fortune on their own steam.

[madaboutmunson]

I missed the whole Eddie Munson Appreciation week because I was still finishing off something else, but I decided to have a go at some of the prompts. Not in order obviously because I'm difficult like that lol.

Day six (August 20): hero/ hiding or enemies to lovers/ rivals to lovers AU

Eddie's Teddy

Warnings: Angst, Yelling, Poking, shoving, threat of hitting, guitars, stoner bribary, drugs, fluff, arguing

Word count: 9,979

Ted had been waiting for the chance forever. Most of the time they didn't get past the sign up, and were hardly ever asked to try out despite frequenting all the right local music scene circles, and having performed live at several large events as a solo artist.

But this time, it was just a simple phone call; they didn't even have to see the auditionee first. This was the furthest Ted had ever gotten in the process, actually sitting at the sticky tables in front of The Hideout stage. Ted looked out of place here, a mixture of old trucker and street urchin. Hunched over in their chair, their baseball cap pulled low, their oversized clothing barely holding onto their body with an overly tightened belt, and the old baggy t-shirt clung at the shoulders only.

Ted's leg bounced against the body of their sunburst Yamaha Stratocaster copy, their pick spinning around like a fan blade between their fingers, as they waited for the band to show. They had analysed the type of music this band liked to play, a lot of it seemed rooted in the tradition of rhythm and blues, but to keep it up to date, they had been practicing Brain Shake by AC/DC, Jailbait by Aerosmith and Bomber by Motorhead.

Checking around the room again, Ted let out a slight sigh of relief, they looked like the only applicant. This was a sure thing. It was finally gonna happen, and once the band knew what a fantastic guitar player Ted was, they wouldn't care about everything else. It was just about getting your foot in the door, and getting that experience, right?

The band emerges from the backroom. Ted gets out of their seat to greet them. They look like their standard 70s Rockers, overly tight pants, scarves, shirts with too few buttons done up.

The band looked around the room. The one with the moustache frowns at the slenderest one in the lowest slung pants. Ted guessed at these being the bassist and lead singer, because the third was holding a drumstick they were tapping against themselves.

Ted gives a smirk and nods at them, putting on their guitar, "Names Ted" they say gruffly.

The bassist smiles back and gestures to the stage, "She's all yours then, Ted".

The lead singers arms arm folded, they let out a sigh, and scowl at you as you set up, "Anything particular you wanna hear?" Ted asks deeply.

"Do you sing Ted?" The drummer asks.

Ted shakes their head, "Just play"

"Let's just get this over with shall we? Give us what you've got, buddy" The lead singer, currently slumped down in a chair, sneers.

Ted nods in response, and launches into Brain Shake, foot tapping to keep time, hunched over their guitar for the most part, except for letting the chords ring out, and the solo, when they let the music move them with the notes as the ring out. Looking back at the band, the drummer is on the edge of his seat tapping along on his thighs, the bassist is making some notes, and the lead singer has sat up in his seat a little.

They turn to one another and have a whispered discussion and all turn back in unison.

"How do you feel about switching up your…um…fashion?" The lead singer asks in disgust.

"Sure" Ted answers stoically.

Then turn back and talk to one another again. Ted can almost taste victory. They hadn't asked for another song, or told them to leave, they just wanted them to change their clothes, which once accepted into the band wouldn't be an issue.

The bar door is pushed open by someone reversing themselves into the bar, a little out of breath holding a guitar case, "Shit! Am I too late?" They say breathlessly.

The lead singer raises their hand to the other band members, that are still talking, to silence them, and stands up and walks up to the new guy, looking him over "No, of course not, you're not too late, buddy" the lead singer says kindly.

Ted bites their lips together in pure rage. They'd been so close this time, and then in walked this ripped jean, denim jacket wearing, scrawny, mass of hair.

"Eddie" the new guy says, extending a handshake to each of them, and putting his guitar case on one of the tables and clicking it open. He lifts out a guitar, and it is met with gasps of awe from the band, and Ted couldn't deny its beauty, but at the same time it was now their inanimate nemesis.

Ted unplugs, steps down and frees up the stage for Eddie. As they pass one another there is a mutual exchange of nods.

Still with their guitar around them Ted sits at the table next to the band. The lead singer leans over to Ted and says, ``It's only fair we let him have a shot huh, buddy?" and slaps Ted hard across the back.

The lead singer looks at Ted curiously, but their studying is interrupted by the sound of Eddie's guitar being plugged in. The lead singer does however move his seat a little closer to Ted.

Eddie stands waiting at the front of the stage. His nervous energy was apparent. You can almost see the rapid miniscule shifting of weight between his feet, as you see the tips of his sneakers slightly move.

Eddie looks over the three of them, "Soooooo do I just play or….." he pushes them for some sort of direction.

"Do you sing, Eddie?" The drummer asks.

Eddie just out his bottom lip a little, his eyes moving around the room in thought, "I guess" he shrugs.

Fuck! This guy can sing. They like his style. They like his guitar. Ted had been so close this time they could almost taste it.

"Ok buddy. Let's hear it" The lead singer says enthusiastically leaning forward in their chair.

In the first few notes, you know this is over. Eddie is playing Eruption by Van Halen, essentially a solo of epic proportions by the guitar wizard Eddie Van Halen, himself.

Not only was the song being played almost note perfect, but this guy knew how to make it look good when he played too. His stance, the choices he made between plucking or using hammer ons, his confident posture, and the way he was lost in the music, like the rest of you might as well have not been there.

Ted knew they could play like that, they just couldn't in front of these people right now. If they had just given Ted a chance.

Ted's lips become a thin line on their face, and their fists clench inside their pockets, but as the piece comes to a close Ted is gracious enough to applaud Eddie.

Ted nods to the band in thanks, then Eddie, and starts to walk out. The lead guitarist reaches out and touches Ted's arm gently, "Hey, what's your rush, huh?"

Ted freezes and locks eyes with the lead singer…he knows.

"Why don't we have a little guitar duel, huh?" The lead singer raises an eyebrow at Ted and then Eddie.

Ted nods and walks toward the stage. The lead singer goes to smack them on the backside but just misses. Eddie tilts his head and frowns a little.

As Ted plugs in, Eddie leans over to talk to Ted without the band seeing, which wasn't difficult with his mass of hair, "Hey, is everything ok, dude?" Eddie asks with genuine concern.

Ted stands up again and looks over Eddie's denim vest, spotting a Motorhead patch.

"Bomber!" Ted replies gruffly ignoring Eddie's concerns.

Eddie blinks back in confusion, "Sure, I know it"

Ted juts their stubbled jaw up at Eddie to indicate to him to move away.

The drummer counts you both in and you both play the song with vigour. Ted doesn't open their eyes the whole time they play, just concentrating on playing their best, and a seering anger builds in the pit of their stomach. This was entirely for the band's sick entertainment, but Ted would be damned before passing up an opportunity to show Eddie how good Ted actually was.

Eddie plays as flamboyantly as before but occasionally shoots a smirk over at Ted. He was enjoying playing with someone who could keep up. It pushed him a little more.

As the song finishes, Ted knowingly looks out at the band from under their cap and waits for the inevitable.

The bassist stands up "Thank you both for your time, we just feel Eddie fits in with us a little more, you know."

Ted nods at the band and then Eddie and walks out to the parking lot, to their van. They slide open the side door and buckle in their guitar and grab a soda and sit in one of the installed seats, whilst wiping the silent tears from their eyes.

Before they know it there is a gentle wrapping on the door. Ted lowers their cap again to see who it is.

"Hey man, I just wanted to say how great you are at playing. I mean I'm pretty good and you were pushing me out there, ya know?"

Ted nods thanks at Eddie, and salutes him before walking back into the van.

"Maybe you could start your own band? I got told no a bunch of times, formed my own band and it just helps build your confidence out on the stage, man." Eddie suggests.

The ire is bubbling in Ted right now, wasn't it enough he swooped in and stolen Ted's gig but now he was offering life advice for success.

Eddie doesn't give up despite the silence, "I thought maybe…er…you'd wanna jam sometime, with me and my band…or you know just me, if you know you aren't interested in the band…"

"You've already got two guitarists" Ted gruffly mumbles.

Eddie's head pokes in the van, "How did you….know that?"

Eddie looks confused and looks around the van, "Have you just been shaving?" He laughs, "Is your van fitted with a bathroom or some shit?"

Ted rushes up to the mirror. Fuck! It must have come off when Ted was wiping their tears away. Ted's annoyance with this Eddie peaks and they lose it, growling into their hands clasped around their face.

Ted grabs the peak of their cap and throws it at Eddie, unleashing their hair, that falls from the cap, "And what the fuck would you know about it. Mr Two-Bands? I was this close" Ted's teeth are clenched hard and their fingers pinched together, "So fucking close, once they accepted me they wouldn't have been able to say shit, because otherwise they'd look dumb, and no old guy wants to admit they were wrong right, especially not when it's about a girl?!"

Eddie's eyes are wide staring up at Ted and he's frozen. "But now…now not only is it another no, but that sleeze bag in there knows and will probably tell all the other local bands about disguised girl" Ted says removing her T-shirt, removing the rest of her wax and tea leaf beard from her face with it and also throwing it at Eddie, "Why, why couldn't you just have stayed at home. You didn't need this, you have Corroded Coffin, and to answer your question I've seen you a bunch of times here actually"

She tugs at the tightly bound bandages around her chest, and moves them slightly with a hiss, and grabs for a pair of scissors. Eddie is still blinking under a tea scented t-shirt and pulls it from his face in time to see Ted's bandages fall from her, as she snips them from her side. Eddie turns to the side, no longer looking directly at her.

Ted is looking at Eddie in the mirror, her eyes wide with anger, still reprimanding him, "And then you've got the fucking balls, to come out here, give me career advice, and then fucking hit on me because ol' sleeze master dickhead in there probably told you I was a girl, right?"

"No, I didn't…I mean he didn't" Eddie thinks carefully about what he's willing to admit here, and glances quickly up at Ted and then away again."You know I can go back in there and tell them I don't want it. You're right I already have my band"

Ted viciously mocks him, "D'awww you'd do that for little ol' me?" She clings her hands to the centre of her chest, like she's so grateful, "What a big boy you are giving up something for a widdle girl." She teases, "Is that what you think, the only way I could possibly succeed is if you just gave the win to me. Like I'm not better than you. Let me tell you something, friend. On my best day in my own element, without having to pander to old gross men, or disguise myself, I would annihilate you."

She puts some cream on the sore spots from the bandages, still glaring at Eddie in the mirror.

"I didn't mean…" Eddie says beyond flustered right now. Not only was there a topless stranger in front of him, that he is desperately trying not to look at, but he wants to so badly. He's been accused of things he hasn't done, and when she'd started shouting at him, he knew. He knew it was tougher out here for women than men, and she'd had to disguise herself just so someone would just listen to her play. He knew this wasn't his doing, but he was being part of the problem. He felt a little relief when she finally put on a t-shirt.

"And then what you give me this win, and then I'd owe you, right? So you'd try to get in my pants, or I'd let you as a thank you, is that it?!" She yells into the mirror and grabs a t-shirt to throw on.

"You know before you waltzed in there I was so close, they just wanted me to dress differently, and you know what? Not an issue for me. I'd wear whatever to play. I just needed the experience and the money" she walks over and grabs her T-shirt and hat from Eddie, "And you know what else pisses me off? Today…in there…you were better than me. You were fucking better than me and it's eating me alive!! I worked my fucking ass off, and let everything intimidate me and you destroyed me in there, at my fucking song choice" She sits down with a thud in the bus seat, and throws her head into her hands, and let's out a muffled scream into them.

"If it's any consolation, I thought, musically, you were just as good, if not better than me" Eddie offers, gently poking his head around the door tentatively, for fear of other flying items, "and I really liked playing that song with you…so you know...is why I came out here"

Ted presses her hands to the sides of her face, "Wow! It doesn't end. Now on top of everything your telling me that I can't tell if someone is better than me at playing guitar?"

The frustration creeps up on Eddie quickly but he keeps his tone relatively restrained, "No. You're twisting my words now"

"Oh well, pardon me, for not hanging on to your every word" Ted says spitefully, narrowing her eyes at Eddie.

"You know what?" Eddie says, anger flaring in his eyes as his whole body tenses, a slight sneer on his lip, "Maybe the reason you don't get a chance to play isn't because you're a girl. ITS BECAUSE YOUR A FUCKING DICK!!"

Ted does not flinch at his shouting, or anger. She simply looks at him and retorts "A dick you still wanted to take a shot at though, once you found out I had a fucking snatch, right? Hence why you came out here, asking me to" she raises her fingers to provide the air quotes, " 'play guitar with you' " she cruelly laughs at him.

Eddie loses it, "I DIDNT KNOW YOU WERE A FUCKING GIRL!!" he screeches at Ted. As soon as the words leave him, Eddie's stomach plummets. He'd done it now, it was out there, roaming around in between them. His eyes fill with fear for a moment before he picks up his case to walk away.

Ted had been half right, Eddie was hitting on her, or would have, given the chance to fully flex his charm. Not because she was a girl, just simply because playing guitar with Ted felt really fucking good, and Eddie wanted more of it. Eddie had sworn Ted was a guy up on that stage, but it didn't change how he felt. Truth was, it didn't matter to Eddie, it never had, but it mattered to other people and that was the problem.

Ted sits in the van, a little in regret. She'd torn this guy to shreds and whilst bits of what he said needed to be corrected, he hadn't deserved her full wrath. He genuinely hadn't known she was a girl, and he'd still invited her to play. Maybe Ted had read this guy all wrong. He could have been another way in, but now she had probably burned that bridge.

Ted slides the side door shut, and gets in the driver's seat to head back to the campsite. She probably would have been better off at the trailer park, but too many kids from school lived there. They'd know she was sleeping in her van, then they'd ask questions, and questions always led to having to move on.

The next morning Theodora wakes up and grabs a few handfuls of dry cereal, before hitting the site facilities to get ready for school.

Back in the van mirror, Theodora sets her intention for the day, "We're gonna survive until lunch, then we're gonna rock that tiny music room, then we're gonna smash through the afternoon until sweet freedom. You can do this. You've got this. Best damn guitarist this town has ever seen" She looks over and nods at her guitar.

She goes about the van making sure anything loose is packed up before taking the drive to school.

Pulling into the parking lot she spots a familiar van and her lip twitches with disgust. Theodora knew perfectly well who Eddie Munson was, his van, his club, his band and his reputation. Until yesterday happened she had almost idolised him, he was only a year older than her. There interaction yesterday made it clear he was not even aware of her existence, except today that could change. He could throw her to the hounds if he wanted today. He'd seen her disguise. He'd seen inside her van, and she had pushed him to rage.

Theodora secretly flips the bird at his van, and composes herself to start her day, grabbing for her bag, and heading into school.

Theodora can't believe how unlucky she is, and could scream as soon as she steps past the threshold of the school. She can see the back of his vest straight away, at his locker. Theodora gives him a serious dose of venomous side eye and continues on to her own locker, and decides to try to ignore him entirely.

Eddie was just checking over his schedule, not just his classes but any 'business meetings' he had today.

He caught a glimpse of himself in someone else's locker mirror. He looked like shit. He hadn't really slept at all, maybe in total an hour or two. Plagued by worry and nightmares of being exposed at school today.

He'd never seen her at school before or at least noticed her, but she must be here somewhere. How could he even check if she had caught on to what he had blurted out yesterday, without actually spelling it out? Because then whether they knew or not before they would for sure then.

He had to find her, he had to know. He could push her, and if she knew she'd throw it back at him. Eddie didn't want to do it, but he felt like he had no other choice.

Eddie rubbed his eyes. He fucking hated this, someone had something over him, and it wasn't the usual stuff that made people afraid of him. It was the kind of thing that could get you severely hurt. He rubbed his hands down his face. He hated this situation, but most of all he hated her. He clutches at his chest when the rest of the coffin boys rush him at his locker and scare him half to death. He scans each of their faces worriedly, looking for signs of knowledge. Eddie finally releases the breath he was holding when he has asserted that there was no problem here.

His heart had bled for her when he saw inside that van, and her face…whilst it had been furious, her eyes were puffy and red, and there were streaks in the stage makeup she applied to make her face look more masculine. But that sympathy was being crushed under a big boot of self preservation.

The second hand feels like it's taking forever as Theodora waits for the bell to ring for lunch, but when it does she's already packed and ready to run and grab her guitar before retiring to the solitude of that single booth in the tiny music room that was basically storage now. The only obstacle to entering was getting past the stoners that lounged about our there, but as long as Theodora played them one request they left her alone.

The only way into the room currently was from the outside of school, through a cupboard of sorts, hence the stoners guarding the way.

"Teddy Baby!" Jimmy shouts as she approaches, "You're early dude, Petey and Manny aren't back yet with the stuff."

"Well that's hardly my problem Jimmy, so if you don't mind. I'll take your request and be on my way alright" she says snappily. Jimmy smiles wide. Theodora glares at him, "Your request, Jimmy?!"

"Oh man, it hard to decide without my brother here you know? Erm…Purple Haze, man. Yeah that's the one" Jimmy grins dopeily.

"Sure but you'll have to sing it yourselves. I don't do that. Though god knows I should probably learn, because apparently it's what everyone fucking wants. It's not enough to play a fucking guitar well, you gotta dress like a hooker and sing now too." Theodora realises she ranting at the wrong audience here, as she looks at Jimmy's blank reaction, "Purple Haze. I got it."

Life returns to Jimmy's face, "Thanks man, you're the greatest" Theodora hears as she enters the room and sets up.

"That'll be $30" he says passing the bag over to the two giggling guys opposite him. He looks from one to the other, "What is with you today? D'you buy extra for a party or something?" Eddie enquires happily taking the money, and thankfully a profit.

Petey grabs the bag, and Manny leans over at Eddie sloppily his bloodshot eyes looking right into Eddie's sleep deprived ones, "She is so pissed today, it's gonna be amazing."

Eddie furrows his brow with concern, "On second thoughts, I'd rather not know."

Petey laughs, "Nah man, you'd love it. We're just not supposed to tell you about it because Jimmy said youd probably get jealous or bang her and ruin it."

"Me, jealous. No, no way" Eddie puts his hand to his chest as he locks up his lunchbox and laughs, "and now I know Jimmy doesn't want me to know. I have to know" Eddie leans his chin on his hand and gazes at them both from the opposite side of the picnic bench. His other hand holding aloft a small sample of mushrooms.

Petey and Manny's eyes go straight to the bag.

Manny is first to spill, "When she's angry it's just better man. Like it's got more umph ya know. She does requests for us."

"Only one though" Petey says in daze looking at the bag.

"Yeah only one, but then the rest is always good you know, no complaints, and its like our own private show. No one else knows about it, we just have to listen at the door"

Eddie's mind is abuzz. What kind of freaky sordid lunch times did these little stoners have?

"So wait, there's a girl and all three of you share her, and she's cool with that?" Eddie says in disbelief.

Petey looks at his watch, "Fuck were gonna miss it. Come on Eddie man, we've told you more than we should"

"Ok, Ok, but I have to know. What's her name?" Eddie says giggling.

"Teddy Bay-beeeee!" They sing in unison.

Eddie relinquishes the baggie to them, and gathers his stuff quickly, "I'm coming with you."

"No, man! Jimmy'll kill us" Manny whines getting up from his seat.

"I can definitely promise I won't get jealous or try to bang her" Eddie says quite seriously. This was his chance he could get something over on her, he'd be set.

As Eddie, Petey and Manny run to find Jimmy, who is already pressed up against the door, he smiles and Petey and Manny with his hand extended, and when he sees Eddie emerge from behind them. He groans, "Guys, seriously just one rule. Don't tell Eddie. Was it so hard?"

Petey hands Jimmy the lit joint, "Hey man, It's cool he promised, aaaaand he gave us these…" Manny holds up the baggie.

Jimmy frowns and eyes Eddie suspiciously, "Just don't fuck this up ok….Ooh she's ready. Positions everyone."

Eddie goes to open the door, and Jimmy slaps his hand away, "No. We don't disturb. We protect."

Eddie puts his ear against the door as the three stoners smoke and sing Purple Haze, and engulf the area in a dense cloud of smoke.

Eddie listens closely, she was good, really good. There was no window here, but in his mind he could see her playing it, just like on that stage hunched over eyes shut tight. Eddie wondered if that is how she always played or was it just that day.

"Oh my fucking god she's gonna do Crabs!!" Petey whisper shouts excitedly

"Crabs?" Eddie whispers back.

"March of the Crabs by Anvil. I knew it when she bit my head off today it was a Crabs day" Jimmy smiles broadly.

The stoners start adding the drumming on the door as she plays. Eddie smiles at them, as he listens pressed up against the metal door. Eddie's hands mimic playing along with the notes coming from the room, and he closes his eyes, lost in it for a moment.

Jimmy kicks him, whispering "Hey man! No, she's ours. Get outta here."

Flabbergasted, Eddie gets up and says defensively, "I was just listening, I wasn't doing anything"

Jimmy looks at Petey and Manny, "I told you not to tell anyone, especially Eddie." He looks back to Eddie, "Look man, I appreciate you I do, but just…you know…let us have this. Not just us either, she needs it too, it's her therapy, man. She goes in there like she'll rip your head off and when she comes out she's like super chill and floaty"

Eddie stands up to his full height and rests his hands on his belt buckle, "Alright, I'll go. It's gonna cost you her full name"

"Theodora Vaughn, ok?" Jimmy answers as Eddie raises his hands in a surrender pose, and walks backwards slowly before bowing to them, "A pleasure doing business with you gentlemen as always" Eddie gives them a big grin before heading back inside, as soon as he is out of sight his face drops into a scowl.

This hasn't been the leverage he was hoping for but he had something now at least. A name and their sanctuary. He could work with that.

As Theodora played the crust of pure loathing she had encapsulated herself in, slowly began to crack and fall away, and several songs later she felt human again.

It was just another no, a no wasn't the end of the world. There would be more, but maybe eventually there would be a yes.

She's about to play something else when she hears a different voice outside. Eddie. Was this motherfucker stalking her? No, no, she told herself it's because of the stoners. She hears his voice trail into the distance a little, she noodles about on her guitar for about a minute, and emerges from the room carefully.

Theodora still definitely felt better, but hearing Eddie's voice had caused worries to creep up on her. She wondered what he'd been saying, if he'd been gossiping about her.

"I overheard you had a guest today?" She says to Jimmy, a little annoyed.

"Yeah but Teddy, that wasn't my fault. I sent these two clowns to get the stuff and they brought back their dealer, which out of everyone I specifically told them not to." Jimmy gives them a half hearted glare.

"Why him specifically?" Theodora asks, a little puzzled.

"Because he'd get jealous of your talent, Teddy," Petey adds.

"Or you know, hit on you" Manny censors for Teddy's sake

She looks over them all, "And him being jealous or hitting on me is bad for you because?...." She prompts them

"Because he'd be mean or the opposite and we'd not have you here again. Playing so beautifully, man. It's amazing." Jimmy gushes

"What did he have to say for himself?" She asks a little worried but tries to mask her tone like she doesn't care.

Jimmy eyes her curiously, for someone who wasn't on this planet half the time, he was pretty good at reading people. Teddy included. He couldn't quite grasp whether she was doing that coy, 'i like this guy what was he saying about me tell me everything' or if she was worried about Eddie revealing something secret to them.

Jimmy had known Teddy for a few years, more so when they found this place. So he could safely say he knew her, and her ways.

She wasn't really into drugs or drinking. She just loved to play her guitar. She'd seen Corroded Coffin play a talent show, and instantly became a fan. Jimmy hadn't been sure if her idolisation of Eddie was one where she wanted to be him, or wanted to be with him.

He'd stood next to her when he'd passed by her in the corridors or stepped over her lunch in the cafeteria. How her lip would curl up slightly at the mention of his name, usually.

But today, she looked panicked, something had happened, he just knew it.

Teddy was like the sister Jimmy never had, and he'd be damned if someone took her joy from her, though he also knew Teddy could handle it herself.

"He just listened at the door, and asked for your name, that's all." Manny adds defensively.

Jimmy folded his arms, "He won't be back Teddy, it's all cool."

Teddy nods, "Right, yeah. Well…" she salutes them and walks back to her van with her guitar.

Jimmy was right, he didn't come back to the door again, not for the whole week, but the loathsome stares they exchanged when Eddie and Theodora passed one another in the halls, the crushed cans whenever he'd step over her lunch tray, the locker slams from him when he saw her at hers.

At lunch the following week, Jimmy notices how worn out Teddy looks. He waits for Manny and Petey to leave, and for the first time ever walks into the room she rehearses in.

"Hey Teddy, what is going on with you, man? I can see you're having a totally bogus time right now. Do you wanna maybe talk about it?"

Teddy looks up at Jimmy from her chair, from where she's been fiddling with the amp, "I definitely don't wanna talk about it, ok. It's just stupid, it will pass."

"Did Eddie do something to you? Or you know the other way around. When you're anywhere near one another I feel like world war three is gonna kick off, man."

Teddy didn't really want to answer, but part of her knew that not answering was going to make Jimmy go straight to Eddie, and she couldn't have that. She could see it play out Jimmy accusing Eddie of something horrendous, Eddie revealing her secrets, and Jimmy would hate her for hiding them from him.

"He got the audition I went for. I was so close to getting it Jimmy, and then he just strolled in there, late I might add, and they fell for him, you know? They made us play at the same time. I was intimidated, and ultimately he was just better. So there you go" she slaps her hands on her legs

Jimmy's face turns from angry concern to pity and compassion, "Oh Teddy, man. That fuckin' sucks. The fact that it was Eddie too. Fuuuuuck" he says, putting his hands to his head.

There was something about Jimmy immediately understanding why this was the worst case scenario for an audition, that peeled back her usual seething rage, and revealed a sadness.

"You don't have to tell me that. That might not even be the worst bit though, dude" she looks sadly at the floor and shakes her head, "He came out and was trying to be all, you know, 'Never mind you'll nail it next time' kinda thing. He even invited me to go rehearse with Coffin or just him."

"He fucking what? Well that's awesome, right?" Jimmy looks at Teddy not understanding how something she'd love to do was now filling her eyes with tears.

She shakes her head, and looks at the floor. Jimmy kneels next to her and puts his hand on her shoulder, "I thought he was hitting on, right after he'd stolen my spot, giving me advice. I felt patronised, you know? Like, He's already in a band. Why did he have to steal this one? And then, well, I lost my shit Jimmy. Completely lost it" Teddy says, sinking her hands into her hair, and wiping the few tears that escaped from her eyes.

"And then what happened? Loads of people lose their shit with Munson, on the daily, Ted. He doesn't look like he wants to kill them when they walk past him" Jimmy tries to make her laugh.

"Let's just say the guy who came to my van offering support, to play with his band, left saying I didn't land any auditions not because I'm a girl but because I'm a dick. Well he didn't say it he kinda yelled it" Teddy says splaying her hands out, "So there you have it, ok?"

Jimmy laughs, "Oh my god! Wow! Holy shit, dude. You made him lose his shit with you? Now it sorta makes sense. Like not entirely, but like, a little"

Jimmy pulls up a chair, "So when are you gonna apologise?" Teddy glares at him, "Not for all of it, just the bits he didn't deserve, ok Ted? I would never even suggest you lower yourself to apologise when he's in the wrong. It's just you idolise this guy, right? Eat a bit of humble pie and you know your back in with a band, right? Get him on your side, you know?"

Theodora looks at Jimmy thoughtfully; this was an avenue she hadn't considered because of how angry she'd been. She could get Eddie on her side, then maybe he wouldn't tell everyone about her disguise or how she lived, because if she was in with them, Eddie wouldn't let anyone mess with his group, no one.

"Jimmy, you're a genius!" She says packing up her guitar.

"Hey, what? No request today?" Jimmy complains.

"If your idea works Jimmy, you can have an all request lunch tomorrow" she smiles back at him.

Eddie is leaning against his van having a smoke when he sees Theodora bundle towards her van, he sends over his usual intimidating glare, but says nothing. This time she doesn't return it, she looks awkward, and Eddie's stomach drops.

She's fucking told someone, and now what could Eddie do. Leave town? Without a word whilst the rumors spread around about him. He'd have to tell his Uncle. God damnit, why couldn't he just keep his cool sometimes, keep his words in his stupid mouth, Eddie thinks as he thumps the van door.

"Hey!" He yells out to her, his voice scratchy with emotion he was trying to disguise as rage, "HEY I'M TALKIN' TO YOU!!"

Eddie feels a desperation sweep over him he's never felt before and he gets right in her face "What have you done?" He seethes, his eyes fearful, his body tenses with fury.

Teddy tries to push him away, he doesn't budge, "Get away from me" she tries, but he will not move an inch.

"Have you been talking to people about me, about what happened, what I said?" He spits through his gritted teeth at her like he's rabid.

Theodora furrows her brow, how could he possibly know that, she'd just come from there. "I just told Jimmy about losing out on the audition"

"And what else Vaughny, what else did you fuckin' say, huh?" His words are quieter now but no less terrifying.

Theodora reacts the only way she knows how, to give as good as she's getting, "I fucking said that I tore you a new one, after you fucking stood there, patronised me, and tried to hit on me. Al-fucking-right?!" She uses all her might this time and shoves him away from her.

Eddie moves back but still keeps his stance, his eyes blazing at her, "And then what?"

Theodora throws her hands up, exasperated, "And then fucking nothing, that's all you sleezed up to my van and did, Eddie." She fixes her collar, "Fucking douche bag, and anyway it's not like you haven't been gossiping to your little buddies anyway is it?"

It's in that moment that Eddie's shoulders drop, he realises she hadn't even caught on to what he'd said. She just thought he was shouting because she'd rejected his advances. He could run with that. Jesus, thank fuck for that.

Eddie lets out a relieved laugh.

"Oh it's fucking funny to you is it?! Well, who have you told then?" Her hackles are up now, and she's on the offensive.

"Fuck, sorry, not laughing at you. I just thought...you know what, nevermind…I didn't tell anyone, shit ok? I just told them I nailed an audition, so I earn a bit more money" He says normally, almost gently, "I didn't tell anyone about you", a partial lie. He had raved to his uncle about Ted the guitarist, and avoided the conversation every time his Uncle asked about Ted again.

"Then what the fuck are you laughing at then? I'm the only person here! you fucking lunatic!" She says angrily. His laughter bruising her ego further.

"I'm just relieved, man. I thought you would start some bullshit rumor about me because you were pissed. It's what most do" he says, taking out a cigarette and lighting it.

"Hey, listen I'm sorry. I lost my mind for a second there. This has just been building all week, and…well…excuses aside. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that." Eddie says in-between taking drags on his cigarette, one hand in his leather jacket pocket.

"You think, you can just intimidate a person like that and then just be like 'duh I'm sorry'" she storms towards him, and mocks his voice. Her eyes narrow and her brow is set in a hard scowl.

"I actually came back here with the intent of apologising to you. But, here you are just proving my point that what I thought about you was correct. The person I looked up to was a lie. You are just another man, with a fucking fragile ego. You're nothing!" Every 'you' in her verbal onslaught is voiced spitefully teamed with a hard poke or push against Eddie's shoulder.

Theodora was channeling every time a man had made her feel small, weak, afraid, and concentrating that anger onto him.

"Hey…ow…Hey man! Stop that!" Eddie protests, stepping backwards with the force of each one. His eyes darted around for someone to see what was happening, but there was no one.

Theodora stops the physical jabbing at Eddie, she wanted to make a point, but she hadn't meant to hurt him.

"What, you don't like that? Poor Eddie. Doesn't like being pushed around. Tell me something when you wake up in the morning, and get dressed. Do you have to think about how your clothes might make someone distracted in class? Or even when you're saying your piece or leading do you ever have to worry about being too assertive because then you're bossy or a bitch? Do you have to worry about not being taken seriously, not because your dreams are ridiculous, but simply because the world has put a label on what is acceptable for you to do?! Well do you, Eddie? Do you?!!"

Eddie shakes his head, his brow furrows. He feels sorry for her, and he feels bad about taking this gig, but he needed this money. He needed it for his home. He tries to be gentle again, "I…I don't…I don't have those things happen to me, ok? But believe me when I say, I wouldn't have been there unless I needed to be there, and I need that money, Ted. I really need it."

Theodora's furious glare locks with Eddie's eyes that are searching for understanding. She knew what it was like to live hand to mouth. She also knew Eddie lived with a relative who worked so something bad must have happened.

As hard as part of her loathes him right now, she also feels sorry for him. It was difficult personally when someone you idolised drops down a peg or two, and it makes her angry. Not just because of the whole audition and potential gossip business, but because she's put her faith in him to be better, and she felt let down.

Her glare softens, and she leans in close to him and says in almost a whisper, "Out of everyone in this town, Munson. I thought you'd be different. I thought you understood what it was like to be treated differently. Foolishly I genuinely thought you were really something special. For years. But life's a bitch like that, huh? Tearing down your heroes one by one". She can barely believe the words are leaving her own mouth, but she wanted him to know, to hurt maybe like she did.

She wanted desperately to reach inside him and crush his heart like he had hers, without him even knowing, but more than likely he was just another brick wall devoid of empathy.

At this distance Eddie notes the small pool of tears forming on the waterline of her eyes. They balance treacherously there like a terrified person on the high dive. She gives Eddie a disgusted look and walks away.

Eddie understands why she's so mad now, this wasn't just a societal issue at a scale he could do nothing about. This was deeply personal to her.

Eddie spent a lot of his time selecting people to take care of, his band, hellfire club, and a few kids at the trailer park. They idolised him, and he thought that was payment for his protection. He wasn't much of a fighter, his words did most of the heavy hitting, but he was tough enough to keep getting back up, and he was different enough to give the mainstream a good enough scare to back off.

He'd never thought for one second there was anyone else out there that might look up to him that way without him giving something to them in exchange. Sure he'd hoped, when he shouted his opinions across the cafeteria, that maybe someone somewhere would subscribe to his Munson doctrine, but he'd never thought it would actually happen. He was a nerd, a freak, a dork, right? Wasn't he?

He watches Theodora walk and then run back into school. He knew why. He had done that walk to run himself, many times over his life, at home, and at school. She didn't think he deserved to see her cry.

Eddie looks glumly at the floor and kicks at the dust. Eddie did take a little pleasure in putting assholes in their place sometimes, but he took no pleasure in breaking hearts, especially one that for a few moments on that stage in the hideout, and for a few seconds at her van after, he'd been so eager to own.

Theodora charges into the ladies bathroom, kicking every stall door to make sure the place was empty. Once confirmed, she locks herself in one and lets out a guttural scream of rage and lets the tears loose in her hands.

She hated this. This wasn't what was supposed to happen. All those times in the shadows of the hideout, or when the doorman was actually paying attention listening outside, all those extra votes she slipped in the box at the talent shows, all those photos she'd taken so she could copy his outfits or his stance or expressions in the mirror at home.

What happened at the hideout should have been a dream, that scenario of playing with Eddie on stage had been played over and over in her head over the years, like her favourite secret movie. It really should have been a dream, but it was a nightmare. A great hulking one that she just couldn't claw back from. She was really gonna try and apologise just now, but he just made her so angry.

She sits there and searches her mind why did he make her so fucking angry? Sure she had a temper, a bad one, but mostly she could rein it in.

It was because he was supposed to be different, she'd put him on a pedestal and held him to a standard he didn't even know about, because he didn't know she even existed. He hadn't even known her name.

All of that made her feel stupid. How could she have been so dumb to think he was anything but the same generic, sleazy, guitarist she'd met in along the way trying to get a chance to play. They were all the same.

Theodora exits the stall after her sobs slow down and she can catch her breath. She washes her face in the sink and looks in the mirror, pointing at herself. "You don't let him do this, Ok? He doesn't get to see you upset. He doesn't get to gloat, knowing he pushed you to crumble. Not another person this lifetime gets that, ok? It's happened too many times." She thumps down on the cold hard ceramic sink, "No more"

Jimmy rounds the corner of the building and expects to see Teddy and Eddie talking pleasantly, maybe even a little flirting. Jimmy could tell there was something there. He absolutely knew it for a fact on Teddy's side, but Eddie gave himself away a few times, the way he'd closed his eyes and bitten his lips listening to her play, or the way after he'd learned her name he'd said it to himself as he walked away. Like he wanted to know how it felt to say it from his own lips.

Was Jimmy worried about someone like Eddie, sure, but at the end of the day the heart wants what it wants. He'd know this for years. Teddy had dated a few guys here and there, but they all hit a wall with her. Not physically, just mentally and emotionally, she wouldn't let them in. She couldn't because there was no room. All that space was Eddie's, and he didn't even know.

Jimmy had been on a few double dates with Teddy, and always if someone started talking about music, she'd squeeze Eddie in there somehow. Jimmy would always smile at her enthusiasm, but usually her date and his, would look at her like she had lost her mind.

Jimmy had imagined this happened on most of her dates, except without him there, there was no one to get the conversation back on rails for everyone, and away from the Eddie Munson detour that Teddy would have happily lived in.

Unfortunately all Jimmy sees in this parking lot is one Eddie Munson his head hung low kicking at the ground or the tires of his van as he paced around it smoking. Occasionally he falls back against it and raises his eyes and face to the sky for answers, and Jimmy knows something has got seriously fucked up here.

Jimmy closes his eyes and shakes his head. He swore to himself he wouldn't interfere with Teddy's romantic dealings, but she wasn't around to ask, and he was worried.

"Hey, man…have you seen Teddy around? I can't find her" Jimmy calls out to Eddie as he walks over to him.

Eddie raises his head, his doe-like eyes look at Jimmy and back at the floor as he flicks two fingers towards the school, mumbling, "Last I saw, she ran in there."

Jimmy folds his arms, "She ran in there?" He questions further, worried that Teddy would be running away, but from what he didn't know.

"Yep." Eddie says his tone over emphasising the 'p' sound as he kicks at the ground again.

"Did she look upset? Do you know what happened?" Jimmy probes, his voice getting slightly worried now. Had his suggestion caused this.

Eddie looks up at Jimmy, "Look man, this is all a huge mess. So many crossed wires. I just…I just needed the money, ok? I didn't know…" Eddie thinks carefully now, he didn't want to expose her, "I didn't know how much she wanted that gig, alright? I offered to drop it, but she didn't want me to. Saying I was pandering or whatever"

Eddie shifts uncomfortably against his van, "And just now. I mean I just wanted to talk to her, but I've hardly slept this week you know. I'm on thin ice everywhere, and I didn't know if she'd been making up stuff about me, alright? So I could have been a bit less angry about it."

Jimmy's eyes widen, "So you just what laid into her, without any evidence?"

Eddie frowns at Jimmy, "Oh, but it's ok for her to do that to me, right? To bite my head off, paint me the same as everyone else, or push me around, right?"

Jimmy looks down at the ground for a second and then up at the sky before landing back on Eddie, "No, that isn't ok. She'd come here to apologise, not for everything mind you, just for the stuff you didn't deserve, ok?"

"Yeah," Eddie kicks at the ground again, his voice back to its regretful mumble, "She said that, amongst other things."

"Like what?" Jimmy asks quickly. He was playing therapist now, hoping to guide Eddie to his own Teddy epiphany.

"Like…" Eddie clears his throat, "She thought I was different, but in a good way, and all of this shit changed her mind"

"Well that's true" Jimmy confirms for Eddie, "She did think that"

Eddie's eyes shoot up at Jimmy's face, "How do you know?"

"Because she told me" Jimmy adds, "because I can read her like a book, because I know her, because she's like a sister to me, man"

Jimmy shakes his head, "The problem here is, you are both a couple of hot heads, man. You don't give one another room to think, you have both attacked and intimidated one another, when if you'd both just chilled the fuck out, this could have been a happier ending, yeah?" Jimmy forces that last bit of his sentence with as much weight as he can. Catch on Eddie, for god's sake.

Eddie is processing what Jimmy is saying and his brain mixes in something Theodora had said earlier, 'Foolishly I genuinely thought you were really something special. For years.' it plays over in his head.

Eddie furrows his brow in a realisation and his heart beats faster, he looks up wide eyed at Jimmy, "For years? That's what she said…For years!"

Jimmy gives him a small series of nods, but says nothing.

"Oh man….Fuuuuuck!" Eddie grunts angrily at the floor, before walking over to Jimmy, "Look how can I fix this? I didn't know"

Jimmy tilts his head at Eddie, "Why do you wanna fix it so bad?" Jimmy wants to keep coaxing this realisation out of Eddie that Jimmy had suspected was there.

"I…" Eddie hesitates for a moment, and looks over Jimmy. Could he confess? Should he even? Was this some elaborate prank?

Eddie puts his hands on his hips, and looks away for a few seconds and then back at Jimmy, "I just thought that we sounded good together…the guitars I mean" Eddie says rubbing the back of his neck.

Jimmy smiles knowingly back at Eddie," I don't doubt that, my man. I don't doubt that. Even though personally, I think she's a better player than you, you know? It would be a real shame not to know for sure right?" He adds with a bit of sass, wanting to let Eddie know that he'd be punching above his weight, no matter how Teddy idolised him, but he also didn't want Eddie to give up.

Eddie approaches Jimmy with his hand out in front of him, as if patting invisible ground, and asks cautiously, "So how exactly should I approach this? You know…without her getting mad with me again?"

"Maybe just don't lose your temper with her? I wouldn't count on her being too easy going right now though, man. Maybe wait a while?" Jimmy advises.

Eddie looks at him like he's just started speaking a foreign language…wait…wait for what?...until when?...Worse still what if he couldn't fix it? If losing his temper had caused irreparable damage to this delicate thread of a maybe.

Eddie smiles mischievously at Jimmy, before running towards Theodora's van.

"Fuck!" Jimmy says putting his hands in his hair, "Hey man, this is bad idea...I really wouldn't…God damn it!" Jimmy curses as he runs away from the scene back around the corner of the building. The last thing he wanted was Teddy to see him with Eddie right now.

Eddie shoulder barges Theodora's van, tries all the handles and eventually settles on rocking it as forcefully as he can until finally the alarm triggers.

The air is filled with ear piercing noise, and Theodora eventually comes charging out of the school doors fumbling with her keys and making a beeline for her van.

"Urgh as if today couldn't get any more annoying" she mumbles getting in and resetting everything, before hopping back out and checking everything over until she backs into something.

She stands upright and turns around. Eddie is standing there with his hands up in surrender, "I come in peace." He says smiling.

"You've got a nerve." She says angrily, shaking her head, taking multiple steps away from him "Was this your handy work?" She says gesturing at the van.

"Yeah" Eddie says confidently.

Theodora rounds on him. keys in hand, pointing one of them at him, "And you're proud of it. You're not gonna even lie about the fact it was you?" She says in disbelief.

"It was me, absolutely," he says, his hands still up, his smile widens.

"What is actually wrong with you, man? Why do this, just give me a break ok. I'm tired of fighting today, alright?" Theodora, is exasperated with the whole situation, her upset earlier has weakened her tough outer shell, and she spills her truth.

"Then let's not fight anymore" Eddie says softly, taking a small step forward.

Theodora furrows her brow, "What do you mean?" As he steps forward she raises her fist at him, she hoped it would be enough of a deterrent, "What are you doing?" She says looking down as he takes another step forward.

He shakes his head with a pursed lipped smile, "We both know you aren't gonna land that punch, Ted" he steps forward again.

"Oh yeah? Why don't you just back off ok? You come any closer and I swear I will make you wish you hadn't" she threatens pulling back her fist.

Eddie captures her eyes with his own, "Is that really what you want me to do, Teddy? You want me to just turn around and walk away?" His raised hand captures her wrist quickly, and he runs his thumb along the sensitive skin on the inner side of it, "Because if that's what you want, I will do just that." He says gently never letting her eyes escape his.

Eddie's heart pounded furiously in his chest, he could put up a flirtatious bravado all day, it was easy to him, but this was different this had something to it. He was nervous, desperately trying not to show it, keeping his voice soft, calm and steady. Giving her all the signs he could muster that he wasn't a threat anymore.

Theodora looks at Eddie in alarm, not because she was scared of him, just her adrenaline was being pumped so fast around her body by the ferocious beating of her heart, all she could do was stare. She was frozen to the spot. She finally manages to blink, and tries to say something, but the words don't form.

Eddie inhales deeply making his chest rise, his gaze is softer and though they don't move away for long he's slowly taking in her expression.

He steps forward one more time and lowers his mouth to her ear, to whisper "Do you want me to go, Theodora Vaughn?"

A gasping breath leaves Theodora's mouth as she hears and feels him say her full name like that. Her hands tremble, and she worries his thumb on her pulse point has already given her away.

"No" she says quietly, moving her head back slightly so she can see his face again. She bites her lip looking between his beautiful brown eyes and his perfect pout. She can't seem to control it. She wants to look, she wants to tell him, but her mouth only has one thing on its mind and it's not talking.

Eddie mind races at the No she gives and follows her eyes for instruction. He touches his index finger to her bottom lip and gently moves it across, his mouth slightly agape, as he watches her eyes gently close under this touch.

"May I kiss you?" He asks with a slight smile.

Theodora feels as though she has lost all corporeal form, her brain swimming with his words and his name, all she can manage is a nod of affirmation against his hand.

Eddie looks at her with amusement, his smile broadening across his face as he mirrors her nod.

He gently brushes the hair from her face. He wanted this to be perfect. Her eyes look lazily at his mouth in anticipation.

He moves his hand along her jaw until her chin rests on his curled index finger, his thumb gently resting in front of it.

He looks for her gaze again, which is already waiting for his this time, and when they meet he feels like someone just sent his nervous system into overdrive, and he plunges his mouth to meet hers.

[jimsmovieworld]

JOY RIDE- 2001 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

BRING BACK LEELEE SOBIESKI!!!!

Joy Ride is a great early 2000s thriller with elements of horror mixed in...

Lewis (Paul Walker) drops everything to pick up his crush Venna (Leelee Sobieski) and drive her across country.

He decides to pick up his troubled brother Fuller (Steve Zahn) who he hasnt seen in years. He bails him out of jail and they start the drive to get Venna.

On the way there they play a prank on a mysterious trucker called "Rusty Nail" for their own entertainment. But it turns out they gave the wrong guy a hard on as hes hell bent on getting revenge on them....

Really tense movie! Rusty Nail is a really creepy character. The voice of Rusty was done by Ted Levine (Buffalo Bill from Silence of the Lambs). Loved how scarcely you saw him until the finale.

Love this film. Steve Zahn is solid gold, consistently hilarious.

Leelee Sobieski is absolutely great. So cool and so likable. 2001 was an excellent year for her.

In addition to Joy Ride, she starred in enjoyable thriller the Glass House and underated drama comedy My First Mister which was delightful.

She doesnt seem to act much these days appearing in only one movie in the last ten years. But those 2001 movies as well as her appearance in psycotic 2000s romcom "Here On Earth" are more than enough to induct her into the jimsmovieworld hall of fame.

Welcome aboard Leelee.

[basilhater]

BASIL SUCKS HE IS THE WORST

There are many reasons why I hate Basil and I’m here to talk about it. He’s dumb, stupid, an idiot, annoying, pathetic, puny, weak, a little runt. There are so many things I could say about him that I hate and I could go on but I’ll stop with the adjectives for now. When Aubrey pushed him into that lake he should have stayed there and drowned. He’s a yucky little piss poop boy who probably needs help wiping his butt after he uses the bathroom. I hope all of his plants die. I hope they rot and collapse and melt and the sun fucking annihilates them and makes him so sad he’ll want to jump back in that lake. do better Aubrey. I want to put rubber bands around him and watch him explode like a watermelon and laugh when he does because it would be so funny to hear him scream and cry like a little bitch. basil just infuriates me when I see him and his face is so dumb. I wish you would be like sunny and stay inside his house but never come out, ever ever ever. I want to punt him to the sun, punch his face till it caves in and break his ankles. Little stupid flower boy. If he was a cardboard cutout I would laugh at him and kick him. Why is his green. Is he a plant???? I hope he turns into one and dies too. I would laugh at him if he fell down stairs because he’s so pathetic. He is probably such an ugly crier that not even hero or mari would want to go near him when he’s sobbing like a puny little pathetic baby. Speaking of mari, I would willingly blame her death on him if I was Sunny so I could watch his life fall apart as the people around him that he loved the most turned on him. I would cackle. He also can’t swim, pathetic. He looks British and I hate British people. He probably wakes up every morning and goes “I want a cuppa tea” or some shit idfk what British people say but they’re dumb. I would use his grandmas ashes to bake a cake instead of flower and then shove his face in it and force him to eat it. I would then cremate him and also turn him into a cake to feed it to his absent parents. I would laugh when I tell them that it’s their son and they probably wouldn’t even care because who wants a stupid ugly green bitchboy watermelon disgusting British boy for a son. Like I wouldn’t smh. His grandma probably wants to murder him, because I definitely would if I had to live with that little fucker. He makes me so mad. Cry little stupid ugly little boy, cry and sob, cry till your tear ducts dry out because you don’t have enough water because you’re a plant and I didn’t water you because I want you to wilt you stupid little green watermelon boy. I HATE BASIL HE SUCKS HES THE WORST AND I ENVER WANT TO SEE HIS FACE. I THROW UP WHEN I SEE IT. I GAG. BASIL MAKES ME WANT TO MURDER SOMEONE, SPECIFICSLLY HIM. SCREW BASIL. I need an omori game without him, please omocat. I beg of you. #antibasil because he sucks. All of the other characters are so much better and you could do so much better. I know I’ve already said this but to quote my other post “i hope that he walks out of his house to throw his grandma's ashes in the lake he got thrown in and when he walks into the street he gets hit by a stray trucker.” Good riddance to him if he dies. Goodbye stupid little boy. If I were an astronaut I would launch him into space and watch as he suffocates and dies. That was random but it needed to be said. Basil is yuck. It’s time for adjectives again. Basil is gross, disgusting, stupid, dumb, idiotic, annoying, pathetic, puny, weak, wimpy, ugly, small, cowardly, obnoxious, horrible, boring, grimy, icky, yucky, smelly, stinky, nasty, foolish, absurd, silly ( mean ), hideous and he is a piss drinker. I want to stomp on his stupid face. thank you for coming to my Ted talk