#pervert!dalton

[angel-fics]

In The Room Where You Sleep

Summary: Dalton was just being curious and stumbles upon something he probably shouldn’t have. He then does something he shouldn’t have.

Warnings: Mentions of the Further, mentions of entities, Dalton being a creep, stalking, voyeurism, masturbation (f & m), sexual fantasies

All credit to @glodessa who wrote the imagine that inspired this, so much talent there and you’re feeding my Dalton addiction

Dalton was your friend. His primary art class was in the studio next to the orchestra rooms where you practiced in. He’d wandered in on you playing a section piece on the violin after he’d forgotten that his class was cancelled.

Since you two had obviously seen each other on multiple occasions when going to and leaving from class, he’d felt comfortable striking up a conversation. He usually wasn’t into initiating introductions, but Chris had started forcing him to interact with more people and make friends. You were the first person he had introduced himself to without her assistance.

In a way, he felt a sick sense of possession when it came to you because of that. It made him feel funny, like he was gross and he tried to stomp it down, but it would crawl it’s way up his throat whenever you talked to him. He’d met you all on his on, without a buffer or cleverly charming segue. You knew him for him from the get go, and still liked him. You liked him enough to start waiting for him before classes for a chat. You liked him enough to exchange contacts and let him take pictures of you to save for his own personal enjoyment put into his saved contacts.

You liked him enough to let him walk you back to your dorms every time he had the chance to. Which he did, considering he started walking a different path to insure that he would run into you more often.

He didn’t think he was odd, not really. Lots of friends took secret pictures of each other. For fun, it was funny, like a secret joke. And lots of friends walked together in between classes, it was normal. Even if they didn’t share certain classes. Or if one of the friends wasn’t completely aware that the other friend was nearby.

Dalton didn’t consider it strange that he didn’t like when you talked to Chris, or any of his other friends. Or anyone that might find you attractive. In his eyes, that should’ve meant everyone. You were gorgeous and people should be falling over themselves trying to be with you, in his opinion. But you were his. His friend, at least. And he hated not having your full attention.

Nighttime was the worst, in some ways. You two had met up on occasion to help each other study or wind down from an intense test. But most nights, you turned in early to spend time with your roommate. Dalton hated your roommate, she was so clingy and always convinced you to go back to the dorms, cutting off his time with you. He thought she was off, or at least very selfish, and that she used every opportunity to guilt you and take advantage of your kindness and naivety.

Dalton would never do that, he was lucky to get to be your friend. You were beautiful, talented, kind and accepting. You even accepted his ability of astral projection without hesitation. You were beyond perfect to him, and if he wasn’t with you, he was thinking about you. Constantly, and usually aloud, much to Chris’ annoyance.

“Dolphin! Please, for the love of fuck, ask that girl out already. You’re driving me nuts!” She threw herself back onto the spare bed in Dalton’s dorm in dramatic agony, groaning loudly in complaint.

“No, Chris. She’ll just think that I became friends with her because I wanted to get in her pants,” he dismissed, tossing a dirty t-shirt into his hamper a little too forcefully.

“Isn’t that what all guys do? What’s the big deal?” Chris sat up again to try to convince him. It wasn’t the first time either, but she was almost positive that you liked Dalton back and would rather you keep his mouth too occupied for him to verbally obsess over you. Like he was doing right now.

“I’m not going to do that, Chris. Just drop it.” His voice was unnervingly firm and Chris snapped her mouth shut before another incentive could fall out. Dalton was usually mild-mannered, at least when it came to anyone but his dad, not really the aggressive type. Anti-social and surly, but not aggressive. Unless it had something to do with you.

Chris thought there was something not quite right about Dalton’s crush on you but she figured his abnormal childhood and resulting trauma made it hard for him properly process his feelings. And she was reluctant to ask in case it set him off.

“I heard her roommate is going home to her parents’ for her dad’s birthday, maybe y’all can hang out more this weekend,” Chris suggested instead, unfettered by Dalton’s tone. “She left earlier this afternoon.”

Something seized in Dalton’s chest. You hadn’t mentioned that to him. You didn’t have a reason not to. Was there someone else? Were you going to spend the whole weekend with another guy? Did you have a boyfriend? Anger and hatred for this secret man clouded his mind and he felt like throwing something against the wall until it broke.

“I hadn’t heard about that,” he replied to Chris coolly. “I’ve got some homework to finish, do you mind?”

Chris nodded slowly, grabbing her bag and quickly making her way to the door, watching Dalton worriedly. She gave a half-hearted wave goodbye and left without a word.

As soon as the door shut, he quickly locked it, tearing his ball cap from his head and flinging thoughtlessly towards his desk, knocking over a small stack of his sketchbooks and a tin of water. Cursing under his breath, Dalton begrudgingly trudged to clean up the mess before the water could stain or damage any of his work.

After mopping up the water, he flipped through his drawings to check if any of it ruined the paper. One of the sketchbooks was relatively new, but nearly full of pencil and ink sketches. Of you.

Most of them took up an entire page of their own. They were innocent, somewhat, just candids that he’d done while or after hanging out with you. You smiling, laughing, playing the violin, biting your lip awkwardly. Gorgeous and sweet.

There were some other ones, smaller in comparison to the rest and done with a light hand. You changing through the window of your room. You bending over at work. You crying to your mom on the phone after you tore your favorite dress right before a date you ended up not going on. Done in a hurry by someone who was sketching without a still reference.

It was not stalking. No, he wasn’t like that. He didn’t threaten you or send you lewd messages. He didn’t get off on scaring you or making you feel unsafe. He wanted you to feel safe around him, did everything in his power to make sure you were always comfortable with him. Plus, he never invaded your privacy, he just looked. Watched. It was friendly, protective even.

Plus, those sketches were nothing compared to the rest. Small enough for three separate drawings to fit on a page, and darkly filled in with a heavy and rough hand.

It wasn’t intentional, not at first. He was a guy. You were his crush. He couldn’t control his own thoughts, let alone his dreams. It happened, and it was completely normal and natural. Not at all creepy or perverted.

He dreamt of you often. He couldn’t keep his mind off you even in his sleep. Of course, his unconscious mind was different than his conscious mind. Mostly, anyway. A lot more eager for you, hungry for you.

The pencil drawings were of you as you appeared to him in his dreams. Bent over his desk, wearing a string of pearls and a sultry smile. You, on his bed with your legs spread out invitingly, your fingers scissoring your slick folds. There was even one featuring him, his lower face dripping with drool and your arousal as his tongue delved into your wet heat from under you. That one was his favorite, even if the drawing itself wasn’t exactly his best work skill-wise. He had a hard time balancing the pad with only one hand, which he was also using to draw.

Dalton sighed and picked up all of the sketch pads, putting them back where they were and collapsing on his back on his bed. He stared up at the ceiling, wondering if he should bring up your roommate leaving and confront you about not telling him. You must have had a good reason, right? It’s not like you were getting tired of him or anything. Right?

As he drifted further and further into his thoughts, the room became darker around him. Standing up to fix his lamp, he caught the sight of himself sleeping in his peripheral. He’d fallen asleep and accidentally projected.

He didn’t do so often anymore, the Further was a scary and dangerous place and he was cautious of bringing something back with him. But it had its advantages, for pranks or finding out things that others couldn’t. Surprisingly, he’d never used his ability to watch you. You were too pure and beautiful to see through the lenses of the Further, he liked seeing you surrounded by light and color, with no potential of evil spirits ruining the experience for him.

But just this once…

No! He couldn’t. He shouldn’t.

You trusted him, it would be so easy. And it’s not like he was trying to be a weirdo, he just wanted to see if you had plans that weekend without having to actually ask you. It would only be once, for a few minutes. He wouldn’t mess with you or your things. He would just listen in and leave.

He grabbed the lantern and walked out of his room. He could’ve found your dorm with his eyes closed, but since it was in a different building and he was traveling through the Further, it took him longer than he would’ve liked. But at least he didn’t encounter anyone. You lived on the second floor of your dorm house and yours was nicer and more expensive than his. You had your own bedroom and personal bathroom, not having to share with your roommate and the rest of your floor like Dalton did.

Your door was unlocked and after he entered your dorm, he locked it himself, knowing he’d have to unlock again it in order to leave. Your bedroom door was open and he could see you through it, sitting at your desk and typing on your phone. Silently and curiously, he peered over your shoulder to watch you text your roommate.

He rolled his eyes at seeing her contact but ignored it in favor of the messages being sent. Mostly average, just you being your considerate self and asking about her trip home. She, obviously, sent paragraph after paragraph detailing every insignificant second of her weekend away, not once asking anything about you. The entire conversation revolves around her and Dalton had to bite his tongue to avoid scoffing in your ear, which was inches from his mouth.

Finally she asked about you, specifically your plans for while she was gone. Luckily, she could serve a purpose for once, Dalton thought.

You mentioned work, homework and just relaxing and Dalton was tempted to leave and rid himself of his craving to kiss you. Then, he saw you type his name. You wanted to surprise him by inviting him over for a sleepover. Your roommate responded by teasing you about you and Dalton finally progressing to the next stage in your friendship; a relationship.

Huh, maybe your roommate wasn’t as bad as Dalton thought she was.

Dalton’s heart was racing as he continued to read all of your roommate’s suggestions for extremely sexual twists on common sleepover activities, all in order to seduce him. You didn’t have to try to seduce him, but trying any one of these wouldn’t hurt. He felt his cock hardening in his pants and knew that he probably should’ve left. Like, now.

But then you sighed loudly into the empty air. Your head dropped back, your lips parted and you shifted awkwardly in your seat, your thighs pressing together tightly. Dalton felt his mouth water just watching you and suddenly stopped in his tracks. He decided that he would wait until you either went to the bathroom or fell asleep. If he tried leaving before then, you might catch him.

So he stood off to the side and simply observed you from up close. You seemed more deflated when you weren’t around him, less animated and poise. Less…cheery. You continued to stay at your desk texting your roommate for a while before getting up for a glass of water. It seems like she was going to bed. You paced around the kitchen as you sipped your drink, looking slightly anxious about how the conversation ended. Dalton regretted not reading it along with you and now he couldn’t because your phone was off and locked.

Huffing out a tense laugh to yourself, you marched back into your room, passing Dalton to get to your phone. You continued pacing as you opened up your messages and scrolled until you found a particular contact, hesitating for a moment and then opening the chat thread. Dalton stood in front of you this time and read his own name from upside down. Why were you pausing when it came to texting him? Did this happen often? We’re you inviting him over?

He watched you type out a greeting and began pacing in your room. When the message delivered, Dalton panicked before remembering that his phone was next to his actual body. You wouldn’t catch him over his phone notifications sounding off in your otherwise silent room.

You turned off your phone and sat on your bed, your back straight and your eyes staring out into nothingness. Your leg bounced erratically and you started checking your phone every thirty seconds in case you missed his message. You were waiting for a response from him, Dalton realized. And he couldn’t do that while he was standing here with you.

Now was definitely the time to go and you gave him the perfect opportunity when you started collecting your things to take a shower, muttering to yourself about how desperate you were. It was clear that you were agitated from waiting on his message, and he supposed it was because he hardly ever took more than 20 seconds to start typing back. He only took long if he was busy, and he would always tell you beforehand if he was.

As much as he wanted to watch you undress yourself and shower, becoming aroused slightly once more at the idea, he wouldn’t cross that boundary when you were so vulnerable and unaware. It was completely different from the times he watched you change your shirt or remove your bra from outside your window. He was in your home and you were going to be completely naked. Dalton wanted go reserve that honor for when you would strip in front of him eagerly, at least for the first time he ever saw you naked.

*~*~*

Gasping, Dalton sat up in his own bed, his erection pressing against his sweats and his body feeling sweaty. He immediately opened his messages and read your message asking him what he was doing. Getting his own clothing, he walked to the common bathroom in his dorm house and stripped, sending you a picture of his shower stall with the reflection of his bare torso halfway in the frame.

He’d never been so forward with you before. You’d seen him shirtless on occasion, he wasn’t shy about his body, but never on purpose and he hardly ever sent you pictures instead of just telling you what he was doing. But now that he knew you felt the same way he did, he felt confident enough to give actual signals to tell you that.

He turned on the shower and waited for the ancient water settings to actually heat up the water. As he was about to step in, you messaged him back with a photo of your own.

You were wearing nothing but a robe, tied at the waist, but doing a very poor job at concealing your cleavage, and your hair was soaked. The mirror that you had taken the picture in was fogged and he could see streams of steam swirling in the air around your head. So you liked really hot showers, fuck, that was attractive to him. You smiled shyly into the camera with one of your hands clutching a towel in your hands.

You: “I just got out of the shower, how funny is that?”

God, you were adorable without even trying. He wondered if the placement of your robe was intentional or if you were just that sexy without trying to be. It could go either way, you were as effortlessly cunning as you were absurdly oblivious to your affect on others.

He quickly went through his shower routine quickly, not taking his time to enjoy the water and relax like he usually did. He didn’t want to keep you waiting again. He decided to toe the line of flirtation and idle conversation once more by sending you another photo. This time following your lead with a mirror pic. He was still shirtless and brushing his teeth with an overly wide and sud-filled smile. His shorts hung low on his hips and his entire frame was centered in the photo this time.

D: “What’s up?”

It was a lame line, but he wanted to keep the conversation going and see if you were going to invite him over. He spit out his toothpaste and gargled mouthwash, accidentally swallowing some as you replied back. Coughing at the strong taste burning his throat, his eyes widened as he memorized every pixel of the photo you sent, catching on to his little provocation.

The mirror in your bathroom was still slightly fogged but he could clearly see that all you were wearing was a t-shirt. It was big enough to cover your thighs, so Dalton didn’t know what you were wearing under it and he could see your nipples poking through the material ever so slightly. He dragged his lip into his mouth and bit down hard, hand clenching on the edge of the counter. He gathered his shower stuff and walked back to his room, keeping his towel gathered in a ball in front of his crotch in case he ran into anyone this late.

It didn’t occur to him to read the message you sent until he was about to send one himself. He was so distracted by your selfie that he completely forgot that he was in the middle of a conversation with you. He wondered if it was weird to be more turned on by you in your pajamas than you soaking wet and in a towel.

You: “Nothing much? What are you doing right now?”

He sat down on his art stool, and angled the camera at the mirror that sat in the corner between his spare bed and the wall. He hadn’t gotten the motivation to actually put it up so it laid on its side and only showed from his waist down at this angle. The picture showed his bare stomach, shorts and legs, with one of his feet braced up on the leg of his seat.

D: “Chilling in my room now, you?”

You responded a minute later in much the same fashion. This photo didn’t show your face either, but he could see your hair and the junction between your neck and shoulder at the top of the photo. You were stretched out on your bed, your legs propped up in front of you and you holding the weight of your upper body on your other arm as you snapped a photo of yourself. From the way your shirt rode up on your thighs, you weren’t wearing any shorts, but he couldn’t see your underwear.

You: “Same. My roommate left to her parents’ house so I have the place to myself.”

Was this your way of implying that you wanted him to come over? How does he respond to that information without sounding weird or letting on that he’d already known? Should he tell you that he already knew? He decided that now was the perfect time to reorganize his desk and actually put up the mirror in his room. It took fifteen minutes for him to respond and the guilt ate at him now that he knew how you reacted when he didn’t message back quickly.

D: “Oh, really? Yeah, I kinda always have my place to myself, haha :)Look what I finally did.”

The added “haha” looked so stupid that he wanted to jump out his window. He hoped the selfie he sent to you would make up for it. He was standing in front of his mirror, acting as if he was only trying to show you the mirror you’d been bugging him about putting up. He was still shirtless and a light sheen of sweat made his body glow slightly from the exertion of his impromptu redecorating. He angled his phone to show a grin, but the rest of his face was covered.

You took a few minutes to respond yourself and Dalton thought he understood your anxiety about having to wait for messages. He felt the anxiety was all the more potent now that you were sending each other photos of yourselves. But he couldn’t deny that he liked the tension, the anticipation ate him up and he was beyond keyed up.

You: “I got bored being here by myself so I’m doing my makeup :p”

You: “Oml, finally!”

You were kneeling in front of the camera with your legs slightly spread. The lighting in your room made it hard for him to see what your underwear looked like and he felt like a pervert for being disappointed. Probably not as bad as he would’ve felt before he knew that you reciprocated his feelings. Your hair was put up into an updo so it was out of your face and it reminded him of that Pamela Anderson hairdo that you complained about not being able to do. You looked beautiful, your makeup was darker than you normally had it, more like dark seduction than pretty fairy. Dalton wondered if that was on purpose.

He sent you a closeup selfie of half of his face, his eyes mostly angled down at the phone screen instead of the actual camera and a slight smirk on his lips. His neck, collarbones and one of his shoulders were on display for you as well

D: “Guess I got bored too. Your hair looks like Pamela Anderson’s, btw”

D: “I like your makeup, it looks good!”

You responded quickly and without a photo.

You: “Are you joking me?! The one time I’m not bending over backwards trying to do it right…”

Dalton had to take a minute to recover from the mental image of you bending over backwards, particularly the image of how your breasts would look at that angle when your next message came in with another photo.

You: “Come over?”

This time, your phone was placed close to the floor and angled up for Dalton to see your knees pulled up to your chest and you dramatically and exaggeratedly pouted at the camera, your dark red lips shining in the camera flash. The flash also, probably unintentionally, highlighted the junction between your legs and he could actually see your panties this time. White lace. Son of a bitch!

Instead of responding, he jumped around his room and tried to gather all of his shit to take to your place and was pulling up his jacket when he noticed some papers on his bed. His homework that he had told Chris about earlier and completely forgot about. It was due at midnight and his teacher was a hardass about homework.

“Fuck!” His curse echoed loudly in his empty and otherwise silent room and he slammed his things down on the bed in anger.

As desperate as he was to go to your room and potentially spend the night inside you, he was stuck inside his dorm unless he wanted his grade to tank. With a heavy heart and tense motions, he sat in his chair, a different one from his stool, and faced his mirror. He spread his legs so that he was man-spreading and propped a leg up on the edge of his bed. He held up his homework in one hand above his head and made a faux-angry face at the camera, his expression not even making at dent when it came to showing just how angry he actually was. He gave himself a minute of fantasizing about your lips kissing marks all over his body before snapping the picture and sending it to you.

D: “I was on my way when I remembered I had homework. Fucking sucks! Raincheck? I’ll bring you breakfast in the morning?”

He ordinarily didn’t curse over text, or in general. He wasn’t a prude about swearing, but he just didn’t feel the need to do it. However, he also needed you to understand that he wasn’t blowing you off, and then he genuinely was upset about not being able to spend the night with you. He felt it was probably too risky sending you a picture where he was very obviously at half-mast and worried that he was being too forward and would make you uncomfortable.

Two minutes of complete agony imagining all of the ways that you would dismiss him and tell him to forget about it, or get angry and misinterpret what he was telling you. Now that the conversation couldn’t go anywhere, the anticipation wasn’t alluring and fun, it felt like acid burning his skin.

You: “Oh, please do your homework! Grades are important. Breakfast sounds good! Goodnight x”

A kiss, you messaged him a kiss. And you were completely fine with it. For the first time in his life, Dalton felt the urge to do a chest bump with a bro. He was on top of the world right now. He was tempted to rush his homework and run over to you as soon as possible, but as soon as he sat down to do it, he knew that the assignment required all of his time and attention. Fortunately, the assignment itself was relatively simple, but it was incredibly time consuming, which is why he’d been putting it off.

Two hours later, he took some pictures of his completed homework and sent them to his professor’s email. It was fifteen minutes til midnight and he wondered if he should risk going over to you now. You weren’t expecting him, though, and for all he knew, you were asleep or something. He debated texting you that he was done and seeing if you’d extend the invitation to come over again, but you hadn’t even brought up his last picture and that made him a bit insecure. What if you were trying to just ignore it as a way to say you weren’t interested? Even back in your room, when your roommate was encouraging you to take advantage of having your dorm to yourself, you had only denied all of her sexual innuendos. He knew you liked him back, but maybe sending you a picture of like the one he sent was too much too fast?

Oh yeah, astral projector. He could always just pop in and check without actually having to check. It was fine the first time, right? No big deal anymore. He wasn’t hurting anyone.

He relaxed on his bed and before long, he was picking up that lantern once more and leaving his body behind, making sure that all of his lights were on to protect his body before he left the room.

You had been in your room with your door mostly closed when he came in again. You really should make sure your front door was locked, he thought. He heard little whimpers coming from your room and was immediately concerned, automatically assuming that you were crying. Your bedroom door was swaying on account of the industrial fan that you insisted was the only thing strong enough to keep you cool at night. He had no problem opening your door and putting it back in place, making it look completely natural in case you noticed.

From what he could see, you were looking at your phone and were mostly covered by your blanket. Only one of your hands was holding your phone, which Dalton found odd because you normally preferred using both hands. Finally seeing your face, Dalton noticed that you had no tears on your cheeks or in your eyes. You weren’t crying. What the hell were you looking at on your phone?

Him. You were looking at a picture of Dalton that he’d sent to you. More accurately, you were looking at the second photo he had sent you, the one where he was brushing his teeth. It took Dalton several moments to begin thinking again to put the dots together.

Oh. Oh.

Just as Dalton registered what you were actually doing, you threw your blanket aside in frustration and essentially showed him that he was correct. He watched in rapt fascination as you rubbed your clothed center over your panties with two fingers. You kept focused on your phone, swiping over to the photo of him after he hung up his mirror, as your index fingers slipped beneath your lacy white underwear and into your slick heat. Your breathing was loud and shallow, the occasional moan slipping through as you touched yourself.

Dalton should not be here. He knew that. He knew what was and what wasn’t appropriate, his mom made sure he knew how to respect women, so he knew what he was doing was the furthest thing from okay. He also knew that he would have to be dragged by his teeth to get him out of your room. His cock swelled and twitched from under his shorts as he stood over, watching you masturbate to a picture of him. In the low lighting of your mostly dark room, he could see the shine of your wetness on your fingers and over your folds. He wanted to drag his tongue over your labia and savor every drop you gave him. It was all for him, after all, he was entitled to it.

You groaned in annoyance through your teeth and yanked your panties down your legs. Dalton’s severely dilated gaze zeroed in on them and he made a mental note to grab them before he left when your shirt joined it in the floor. You were completely nude and sitting up on your bed, in a very similar position to the photo where you had shown him your makeup. He’d never look at it again without thinking of this. He wished he had a picture of this.

You looked like a goddess or some kind of celestial siren as you arched your back and groped at one of your breasts and toyed with your clit. The chill of your room and the sudden banishment of your blanket had your flesh covered in goosebumps and your nipples hard. Dalton wanted nothing more than to cover your body with his and discover new forms of pleasure using his tongue, hands and cock. You were everything, you surrounded him and took up so much everything. And yet, he wasn’t actually with you, no matter how much he wished he could be. He didn’t know why he couldn’t try, you were his now. You admitted to it. Maybe not to him directly, and maybe you didn’t know he was there, but it didn’t make it any less true.

Dalton approached your bed and was about to rest his weight on it when you grabbed a decorative throw pillow from the mountain of pillows you had on your bed. You shoved it between your legs and adjusted it so that the woven seams pressed between your folds. You rested your weight on it and rolled your hips experimentally to find a rhythm and angle that felt best. Soon, you were panting and gasping, and Dalton could barely hear you over the stupid fan.

As you rode the pillow, Dalton lost his restraint. He either had to take care of himself now and fully condemn himself as an actual peeping tom and a pervert, or take care of you and risk you freaking out and losing you before he could actually have you. He’d rather hate himself for a little while than you hate him forever. He reached into his shorts, cupping his erection and squeezing lightly. He bit his lips and tried to keep quiet. He didn’t think he would last long, and he didn’t really care to either. He’d worry about that once he was actually inside you.

Dalton started off with slow and trading strokes before working up to the rhythm you set for yourself. You were grinding down on the pillow with slow and long thrusts, lowering your body slightly so that the seam of the pillow rubbed your clit. Dalton imagined his face replacing the pillow and started speeding up the movements of his hand, spitting on himself to help his hand move more fluidly along his shaft. Coincidentally, you started to quicken as well, humping the pillow desperately instead of steadily rolling your hips.

“Dalton! Oh…fuck! Daltonnn…” you cried out softly into the seemingly empty room. As the waves of your orgasm crashed over you, you lost strength in your arms and fell to the mattress, your hips still moving rhythmically as you came. Your limbs felt electrocuted and twitchy, and you could do nothing but gasp and whimper as you came down from your high. Rolling over, you reached down and caressed your soaked folds, moaning softly as your fingers became coated in the stringy remnants of your wetness.

Dalton nearly fell to his knees in his desire to suck your fingers into his mouth and devour your cunt. Luckily, he managed to stay upright and went rigid as he came in his hands, making sure the pearly white spurts of semen didn’t make a mess anywhere in your room, if they could. He wasn’t actually entirely sure how it all worked when he was in this state, but he wasn’t going to risk it.

He waited until you fell asleep to grab your panties and leave your dorm, falling back into his own body and finding it a mess. His shorts were soaked at the crotch with his cum because his actual hands couldn’t stop his real orgasm from staining his clothes. He tore off his shorts and decided to sleep naked, hiding your panties in his pillow case.

*~*~*

You woke up refreshed and well-rested the next morning, still not used to the stillness and quiet in the absence of your roommate, Carla. Usually, she was up by now blaring metal music while she got ready for the day and you would make the two of you breakfast. You went to do just that when you heard a knock at your door and remembered that Dalton was supposed to come over with breakfast.

You told him to wait through a text message and grabbed a pair of athletic shorts, yanking them on as you made your way to let him in. Much to your surprise, the door was unlocked, though you don’t remember leaving it that way. In all fairness, you also don’t remember the last time you had locked it, so it was fair game.

Dalton greeted you with a large smile, showing off his extended canines, and a bag from your favorite pastry shop. It was hard not to blush after what you did when you saw the pictures he sent you, but the food was also distracting. You excitedly took the bag from him and started rifling through it as he guided the both of you to your room. Had he ever been inside your dorm before? How did he know which room was yours?

Before you could ask him, he plopped himself onto your bed and settled onto his stomach. He then used a pillow to prop up his chin. The same pillow you had used last night.

There was something about the way he was smiling at you. The way he was watching you.

“So, did you sleep well last night?”

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Lemme know if you want a part two or maybe a “What if Dalton hadn’t had any homework?” situation.

This was super fun and sorry if it’s too long

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[starcrime]

starlie headcanons??? 😳😳😳

jareth, you don't even KNOW–

i think it should be established that charlie fell first, and meeks fell so so much harder.

steven is slowly losing brain functions like two months after realizing he has a crush, while charlie is chilling (he's been in love for 3 years but he's not gonna do anything about it bc he's convinced steven is out of his league) and ambiguously flirting him (oh, the simple joys of life, confusing your crush about your feelings <3)

not to say that charlie isn't down bad btw, he's just better at coping most of the time

charlie unashamedly favours meeks in everything and he's SO ANNOYING about it

like (i already said this somewhere btw) whenever charlie drives he makes an argument that the driver has the complete authority over the radio, UNLESS it's meeks sitting in the passengers seat, then he lets him pick the music every single time.

charlie is a very hands-on person, and he WILL manhandle the shit out of steven whenever it's convenient to him like the bastard he is

meeks is fine with that btw, he'll just be chatting with sb and charlie comes up behind him, wordlessly grab his arm and move him like a foot to the left and bc he was blocking him, and meeks will barely blink, like "yeah ig that just happened.. anyways!"

also charlie is just about strong enough to lift up steven, and he abuses this ability whenever he can

ADHD!Charlie Dalton x Autism+ADD!Steven Meeks are basically canon to me

meeks absolutely forgets to eat some days, especially during finals and such. charlie can tell whenever that happens, so he'll sneak him food from the kitchen/make him something light just so he doesn't pass out

in a similar sense charlie does not remember he's supposed to drink water, like ever, so meeks has a habit of always having an extra water bottle for him.

their petnames for each other are kinda all over the place

meeks gets easily embarrassed by petnames so he doesn't really use them, while Charlie Extra Dramatic Dalton–

charlie: love, baby, my heart, Stevie (condescending like 50% of the time, the other 50% he's fully genuine) steven: bastard (affectionate) & Charles (derogatory) meeks mostly just calls charlie 'my boyfriend <3'

they almost never flirt in english, at least in public, charlie uses spanish, and meeks mostly hebrew or chinese

also meeks likes to make comments about charlie in latin (bc charlie doesn't really know it besides basics they learned at welton), even in public and cameron has tried to kill him so many times bc 'i don't need to know that, you pervert!'

steven is a chronic people pleaser, charlie is a chronic people annoyer.

charlie proposed on their first real date for the free cake. he did not tell meeks he was going to do that beforehand.

… meeks said yes anyways.

but i don't actually see them getting married, except maybe for tax benefits after 7 years of dating. and they would frequently forget that they're married

there is absolutely no way they get together normally, first they're in a on-again-off-again situationship for like a year bc they both refuse to admit their feelings

also it's meeks that finally confesses (after ignoring three full confessions from charlie, bc they were either so dramatic he thought charlie was joking, or so casual that he didn't even realize what happened)

#this took me too long. sorry #also thankyou for this ask i love them sm <3 #requests #mailbox #cowboylexapro #starlie #dead poets society #dead poets headcanons #dead poets fandom #steven meeks #charlie dalton #meeks x charlie #dalmeeks #hellton boys #i2maz

[yjano]

Never The Same.

Part 10.

Pairings: Jake x Mc.

Warnings: Swearing, violence, angst, smut, other pairings;), traumatic experiences.

Words: 4.8k

Author's note: Honestly, this story is going to be a big piece of work and a lot of angst. It's not connected to the game at all. Because I always want to try something new and newer. Read it only if you're into angst stories, please. Thank you and let's go!

A small yawn left my mouth as I turned around in my bed. It had been ages since I had slept this well in a bed. Yesterday I agreed to stay the night in Jake's apartment since my room was unavailable right now.

While my bed was very hard and small, Jake's bed was very soft and big. His kingsize bed felt as soft as a feather and I was sure I was gonna miss this bed as soon as I had to get up.

Slowly I began to open my eyes, only to be greeted by a small ray of light illuminating the room. A small smile began to form on my face as soon my eyes fell on Jake sleeping peacefully next to me. Soft breaths of air left his mouth once in a while and a serene look was visible on his face.

Last night the two of us had agreed to sleep together in his bed. Even though Jake had offered to sleep on the couch multiple times I had insisted that we shared the bed. After all, I would feel very guilty if Jake had to sleep on the couch because of me, it was his bed.

Besides, I was pretty sure he wouldn't force any unwanted actions on me. Even though it felt weird to say, I trusted Jake. The ex-prisoner had been the one who had saved me from that creepy old man. Why would he do the same thing that an old perverted man did if he didn't agree with it?

Softly I raised my hand before slowly caressing his cheek. He looked a lot younger than when he was awake and he almost gave off a somewhat cute vibe. A small giggle left my mouth as soon as I realized what I had just thought.

Jake Dalton, the most feared criminal in the country, had a cute vibe according to me.

However, a scared feeling immediately took over my body as soon as a loud ringing sound filled the room. Quickly I recovered myself before withdrawing my hand from his cheek. Jake didn't seem bothered at all by the sound of his phone and kept on sleeping peacefully.

Softly I began to shake his body a bit for him to wake up. However it was no use, he didn't move an inch and wasn't going to wake up anytime soon.

Suddenly doubt started to take over my body. Jake wasn't going to pick up and judging from the endurance of the one calling him, he needed to pick up the phone.

"Fuck it." I softly spoke before leaning over Jake's muscly body while reaching for the iPhone on the nightstand. Soon the device was within reach and I quickly answered the call.

"Hello?" I softly spoke, suddenly not so sure of my action anymore. Jake had all kinds of ties in the underworld. What if this person was an enemy of his? Maybe they would come after me next.

"Mc?" The person on the other side of the phone said, confusion lacing her voice. A sigh of relief left my mouth as soon as I recognized the familiar voice of Lex and a small smile formed on my face.

"Oh hi Lex, Jake is still sleeping but maybe I can pass your message on to him once he is awake?" I spoke happily while looking over at Jake next to me, who was now slowly beginning to stir in his sleep.

Suddenly another voice began to speak towards Lex before the girl returned to her and my conversation again.

"Nevermind, please let Jake call me back whenever he wakes up or whenever the two of you are done with your activities." She then spoke, amusement lacing her voice.

Immediately I began to protest while trying to deny the fact that I and Jake had done anything other than just sleep. However soon a beeping tone followed, indicating Lex had already hung up.

A deep red blush began to form on my face while I looked at Jake sleeping next to me. I had never even thought about doing things like that with him and while Jake was of course a very attractive young man. The two of us wouldn't ever get to that point.

Jake liked girls like Ikari and girls like the one I had seen in the picture in his office. Not someone as ordinary as me.

However soon Jake started to stir in his sleep again before crawling over towards me and wrapping his strong arms around my body.

"Who were you talking to?" He softly asked, a tired tone lacing his voice. A smile began to form on my face and I began to hug him back. I had always been someone who liked hugging so whenever I got one my life always seemed to become a bit brighter.

"Lex, she asked me to tell you to call her back." I softly spoke. Immediately Jake's eyes shot open and he looked at me with a shocked look on his face.

"What time is it?" He asked, panic lacing his voice. A questioning look slowly became visible on my face but I decided to answer him anyway.

"Almost 10 am, why?" I answered while still confused. Not even 10 minutes ago Jake had been sleeping peacefully and now he looked like he had come across a ghost or something.

"Shit!" Jake exclaimed before jumping out of bed and running around the room while throwing on his working clothes as soon as possible.

"Get dressed, we were supposed to be at a meeting at 9 am." He spoke before throwing some clothes my way.

Immediately my eyes grew big and I jumped out of bed too. The two of us were way too late for that meeting now and now everyone would think we had done some weird things.

It didn't take long before both of us were completely changed from our pajamas to our working clothes and before I realized it. I was standing in the big elevator next to Jake. The both of us were panting heavily and small curses left Jake's mouth every once in a while.

Once the big doors of the elevator opened the both of us got out quickly before entering Jake's office. Immediately all eyes were on the two of us and a big smirk could be found on Lex's face before she began to whistle.

"You two seem to have been in a hurry." She spoke before leaning back in her seat and sending a wink my way.

Immediately a deep red blush began to form on my face and I quickly looked down. Lex made it seem like I and Jake had done much more than what had happened between us, which was nothing. The two of us had shared a bed, that's it. It wasn't such a big deal, right?

"Shut up Lex," Jake spoke in a cold tone before straightening his blouse. His hair looked messy and his clothes weren't as neat as they always were. It was as clear as crystal that he had been in a hurry this morning. I however didn't look any different. My hair was a mess too and I was pretty sure the shirt I was wearing wasn't even mine.

"Come on Mc, take a seat," Jake spoke before walking over to the table and placing me on a chair next to Lex and Asher. A shocked look became visible on my face and I looked at Jake as if he had lost his mind. No one had even got their coffee yet, that was my job!

However to everyone's surprise Jake then walked towards the coffee machine himself before beginning to make a cup for every single person at the table. Once they were done Jake neatly placed all the cups on a tray before walking over to the table and placing the tray in the middle of it.

"I'm not a waiter, you all can get your cup from the tray."

Everyone quietly did as he had said before looking at him with expecting looks on their faces.

"Dan please fill me in," Jake ordered before looking at the bearded guy while slowly picking up his cup of coffee and blowing on it. All eyes immediately focused on the technical expert of the group and then Dan nodded.

"Valerie has been spotted entering the Thomas Russell's building, multiple times," Dan spoke in a serious tone before looking around the group and taking a deep breath.

"We are pretty sure Tegan and Valerie are trying to use our allies against us. Thomas is a strong ally for red crew corporations but I strongly believe that we cannot trust him anymore, before we know it he'll stab a knife in our backs."

Immediately everyone began to angrily talk and within a few minutes full chaos erupted all around the table.

"That fucking asshole!" Lex spoke through gritted teeth while balling her fists.

"I'm gonna kill him for betraying us," Sam exclaimed angrily while steam was practically coming from his head.

"Let's drive there all together and kill him on the spot, he'll never see it coming!" Jessy said angrily yet an enthusiastic tone was lacing her voice.

"Silence!" Jake suddenly shouted while standing up and slamming both his hands on the table. Immediately everyone became quiet and looked at him with shocked looks on their faces.

Jake wasn't one to raise his voice quickly so whenever he did do it it was quite impressive to the others. A deep sigh left Jake's mouth and he pinched the bridge of his nose before sitting down.

"Anyone who has a decent idea about how we can handle this situation?" He asked, a calm yet irritated tone lacing his voice.

Immediately everyone became quiet while looking down. No one had a clue what to do with this situation. Of course, all of them knew driving there and letting all hell break loose wasn't an option.

Slowly I began to raise my hand while looking at the others at the table. I was very smart and I had a habit of always thinking ten steps ahead. Of course, my inner lawyer had to come out once in a while and speak my mind. Honestly, it would be a shame if I didn't speak up if I had gotten an idea.

If I had an idea most of the time it would turn out to work amazingly well. Unless my stupid client decides to confess to all his crimes not even 30 seconds later though.

"Yes?" Jake spoke while looking at me. A confused look was visible on his face since he hadn't expected me to be the one to raise my hand. I was always so quiet and shy.

Quickly I lowered my hand again once I noticed that I had gotten the attention of the others at the table.

"How about you show Thomas that you are a way greater ally than your stepbrother and ex can ever be," I spoke, and Sam immediately took over.

"And let him get away with this? No way!" The red-haired guy spoke but got silenced again when Jake cut him off.

"Shut up fucker, let her finish."

"It is Tegan you guys want right? How about you try to get the information about his whereabouts through Thomas?" I continued to explain my plan while looking at those who were listening to me.

"After you've got the information you want you can do with Thomas what you want but first try and show him what benefits he'll get from being allies with you guys. He'll fall for it and once he's in knees deep he'll give you exactly what you want." I finished talking, a proud smile on my face. Jake softly began to laugh while clapping his hands.

"I don't know how your brain works Mc but that's genius, I knew you'd fit in well with us." He spoke while a smirk became visible on his face.

"Your way of thinking is exactly what we've been missing here." He then said before slowly sitting upright and locking eyes with me.

"Welcome to the team."

~

I looked to my left and looked at the big book Jake was holding in his hands.

"What are you reading?" I asked the guy who was sitting next to me. Jake briefly looked up before a small smile became visible on his face once again.

"A book about two lovers who fight against the kidnapper of the love interest's half-sister and against the government together. In the end, they fall in love." He spoke before adjusting his glasses again. "Kinda cheesy if you ask me."

"That sounds cool," I answered before looking at him with a friendly smile on my face.

Jake had changed a lot in these past few weeks. He had become friendly and calm while he used to be rude and unpredictable. Of course, I knew that I shouldn't complain about his sudden behavior change but I couldn't help but question it sometimes. What had caused the sudden change?

"Hey, Jake?" I asked before shifting my attention to him completely. Once again Jake lowered his book while a smile was visible on his face.

"Yeah?" He spoke, a questioning tone lacing his voice. I locked eyes with him and took a deep breath.

"Can I ask you something?" Slowly Jake began to chuckle while nodding.

"You just did but sure."

Realization dawned upon me that I had indeed asked him if I could ask him a question, which was a question itself. A small red blush began to form on my face and I quickly broke eye contact with the chuckling male while clearing my throat.

"Why did you suddenly change your behavior so much?"

A questioning look became visible on Jake's face and he tilted his head a bit to the side.

"What do you mean?" Jake asked, a questioning tone lacing his voice.

"Well you know it's like your whole demeanor did a one-eighty. You used to be so angry and unpredictable towards me and now you're nice and friendly, why?" I asked him while looking down. Maybe Jake would consider it rude when I would ask something like this but I didn't care.

I needed to know the answer. Jake himself must've noticed the difference too. A soft sigh left Jake's mouth and he closed his eyes briefly before taking his glasses off and putting them away together with his book.

"I knew you'd ask this question sooner or later." He spoke softly before sitting up straight and looking at me with regret on his face. "It's only fair if I tell you the truth."

"That first time you walked into the meeting room back when I was still in prison I immediately began to dislike you." He spoke softly while looking down to avoid eye contact with me.

A confused look became visible on my face and I raised my eyebrows. Jake had already disliked me the moment I walked into that room.

"My lawyer of course had to be this amazingly beautiful young girl who wanted nothing more than to win my case. You were determined and smart and that's what I think ticked me off." Jake then continued while a sad smile became visible on his face.

"At that moment your whole aura was almost an exact copy of my ex-fiancé's aura and it scared me, a lot. You just reminded me so much of her. Everything about you screamed Valerie to me."

Slowly I nodded while placing a hand on his right hand and softly squeezing it. A small smile was visible on my face and I nodded at Jake to continue.

"I guess the reason why I used to be so harsh on you is that I reflected my anger for her on you, which of course isn't fair to you at all, and for that, I'm truly sorry." He then spoke while locking eyes with me to show me how serious he was.

"Valerie left me for my stepbrother the day he killed our parents and I've never felt more betrayed than at that moment. However, somehow a part of me was still craving to have someone like her around me." He then spoke before looking outside, staring at nothing.

"Not Valerie herself since I'd kill her with my bare hands if I ever get the chance but someone like her, you know?"

Then Jake turned his attention back on me before a sad smile once again made his way onto his face.

"Of course, you fitted that description perfectly which is also the reason why I took you with me here." He spoke softly and I squeezed his hands softly again to make him feel some kind of comfort.

"Once I got to know you better I got to know the real you and ironically your real you is nothing like how Val ever was." He then spoke while adjusting the way he was sitting and smiling a loving smile at me.

"You're much sweeter, smarter, and more innocent than she will ever be." Jake then spoke before taking both my hands in his own and softly squeezing them.

"I'm not going to ask you for forgiveness Mc because I know that what I did is unforgivable." He then spoke while a soft sigh left his mouth.

"I'm sorry for taking you with me Mc, I have ruined your life by being selfish. You've got no idea how much I regret that decision every single day." He then said while looking down, regret visible on his face.

"Just know that I'll do my best to somewhat make it up to you."

A small smile began to form on my face and I softly shook my head.

"Everyone makes mistakes, it's how we learn from them that counts. Don't worry about me forgiving you Jake, I did that a long time ago."

Then a big smile broke out on my face while I pointed at the window.

"You see all those people roaming the busy streets? I'll be like them in the future again." I said while a sweet tone was lacing my voice.

"I'll be free again and then we'll start over again," I spoke in an enthusiastic tone while locking eyes with Jake.

"As friends this time."

A small smile began to form on Jake's face and he softly nodded before taking me in his arms and softly hugging me. Immediately I hugged him back while putting my head against his chest. Softly Jake began to hum before finally saying.

"Yeah, I'd like that a lot."

~

A loud ding sounded through Jessy's apartment indicating someone had arrived at her floor. I looked up surprised at the couch I and Jessy were sitting on. Jessy hadn't said anything about expecting someone else to join the two of us.

Currently, I was chilling at her apartment because Jessy had invited me over. According to her, she was bored to death since Dan had to work all day and she didn't have anything to do. Of course, I accepted to hang out and thus here we were.

A smile made its way onto Jessy's face before she jumped up from the couch and ran towards the elevator.

"That must be our new clothes!" She happily exclaimed, enthusiasm lacing her voice.

A confused look made its way into my face and I raised my eyebrows. What clothes? Had Jessy ordered clothes online or something?

However soon a few guards with racks full of clothes came walking into the apartment while following the instructions Jessy was giving them. An extremely happy smile was visible on her face and small excited squeals of excitement left her mouth once in a while.

"These clothes are so perfect!" She said while a twinkle was visible in her eyes.

"Come help me Mc!" Jessy then spoke while walking towards one of the racks and looking at all the expensive clothes. Immediately I stood up from my spot on the couch and walked over to where she was standing.

My eyes got big the moment I realized all the expensive clothes that were hanging on the racks. Every single piece of clothing was neatly ironed and small labels with names were visible on the hangers.

"Jessy, why did you buy this many clothes?" I spoke, disbelief visible in my eyes. Immediately a loud laugh left her mouth and she began to shake her head.

"No these are for all the high-ranked members of this gang."

I softly nodded, knowing immediately who it was that Jessy meant. She meant Jake's friends. However, a confused look slowly began to form on my face too and I turned to look at her.

"You guys don't buy clothes yourself?"

Softly Jessy began to laugh again before shaking her head.

"We are way too busy for that." She explained to me. "But don't worry, I know all about your and Jake's little shopping date." Jessy then added while sending a wink my way.

Immediately a dark red blush began to decorate my cheeks and I looked at her with a shocked look.

"It wasn't a date." I denied her previous statement. Jessy softly chuckled before focusing on the clothes in front of her.

"Sure it wasn't." She then spoke, sarcasm lacing her voice.

A soft sigh left my mouth and I quickly focused on the clothes in front of me. I hadn't looked at our shopping trip in that way before. It hadn't been a date, right? The two of us just went shopping together.

Soon I found some clothes which were labeled with Jake's name and I looked at them carefully. Expensive suits and even some casual clothes were labeled with his name and immediately my eyes grew big.

"Do you like Jake's clothes?" Jessy spoke once she realized that I was staring at Jake's new clothes. "I picked them out for him." She then spoke before smiling at me. Immediately I nodded before smiling at her as well.

"I think they'll suit him very well."

"There's only one way to find out." Jessy then spoke while a smirk began to form on her face.

"Be a good girl and bring them to Jake for me. Also, make sure he tries them on and they fit him well." She spoke while the smirk on her face increased.

"I'm way too busy to do that now and it would help me."

Immediately I nodded while taking the clothes for Jake off the racks and walking towards the elevator. I was always ready to help one of my friends whenever they needed it. If Jessy was busy then I could help her by taking these clothes to Jake. Of course, I would do it.

Quickly I pressed the button for Jake's office floor before patiently waiting for the doors to close. Not even a second later the big doors indeed began to close and a small smile made its way onto my face. Jake would surely be very happy with his new clothes. Who doesn't like new clothes right?

It didn't take long before the elevator reached its destination and quickly I got out once the big doors began to open. Enthusiasm was soaring through my veins and I couldn't wait to show Jake what I had taken with me. All those beautiful clothes must be able to create a smile on his face.

Softly I knocked on the door of Jake's office door while waiting for a reply. However, it didn't come and thus I just decided to open the door myself to look if he was even there.

I decided to stick my head through the small opening of the door and a smile made its way onto my face as soon as I saw Jake sitting behind his desk. He was busily talking to someone on the other side of the phone.

A smile made its way onto Jake's face as soon as he recognized the familiar face of me peeking through the small opening of his door and he gestured for me to come in. Immediately I opened the door completely and walked in.

"Yeah, I guess next week should be possible, I'll see you then Thomas." He finished his phone call before hanging up his phone and completely focusing on me that had just walked into his office.

"Hey, Mc."

"Hi, I brought you something!" I exclaimed enthusiastically before carefully dropping the clothes in my hands on his desk. A confused look made its way on him and he quickly looked at me.

"Isn't this Jessy's job?"

Immediately I began to nod while a small smile began to form on my face.

"Yeah, but she said she was busy so I'm helping her," I explained before gesturing at the clothes. "Come on! Try them on."

Softly Jake began to laugh before softly shaking his head.

"Hate to break it to you baby." Jake started before placing a hand on my shoulder and softly squeezing it.

"But you got played. Jessy isn't busy at all." He spoke while sending a wink my way. A confused look began to form on my face.

"She said she was busy though." I then said, still not understanding why Jake thought Jessy was using me.

"She's not and I bet she's laying on her couch right now while doing absolutely nothing." He then spoke before locking eyes with me.

"Let me guess, she wanted me to try these clothes on in front of you right?" He then spoke while gesturing towards the clothes that were still laying neatly on his desk.

Softly I began to nod while understanding where Jake was going with this. It was no secret Jessy had been shipping Jake and me. This all had been a setup just to get the two of us together in the same room.

The fact that Jake would have to change clothes too would probably only add up to the fact that Jessy wanted me to be the one to bring the clothes to him.

"Well let's get on with it then." Jake suddenly said before slowly starting to unbutton the blouse he was wearing. Immediately a dark red blush began to form on my face and I quickly put my hands in front of my face. This wasn't seriously happening, was it?

Immediately Jake began to laugh softly while taking off his blouse.

"You don't have to do that Mc, I don't care anyway." He spoke while continuing to try on his new clothes.

"Well, what do you think?"

Slowly I removed my hands from my eyes again and immediately my eyes grew big. Jake was wearing a simple black tight blouse and it looked gorgeous on him. A nervous feeling slowly began to form in my chest and I looked at him with a shy look on my face.

"This one looks really good on you."

A smile began to form on his face and he looked in my direction.

"You think so?" He asked, before starting to unbutton the blouse once again and taking it off. Meanwhile, I was still staring at his face. Jake looked perfect in clothes like that and somehow I couldn't look away.

However soon a deep red blush began to form on my face as I realized that I hadn't looked away and that Jake hadn't stopped changing. Before I knew it, Jake was standing in front of me with a bare chest.

Even though my brain told me to look away. I couldn't take my eyes off his body. Jake spent a lot of time exercising, otherwise, he couldn't have a body like this.

A wide smirk immediately formed on Jake's face as soon as he noticed me staring at his body.

"You like what you see baby?" He asked in a teasing manner. Immediately I looked up with a shocked look on my face before an even redder blush became visible my face. An embarrassed feeling quickly formed in my chest and I coughed softly.

"You must like exercising a lot." I decided to say after a while. I couldn't ignore what I had seen right? He looked like a whole damn greek god with his muscly arms and six-pack. How could I not think about it? Softly Jake began to laugh while trying on another shirt.

"I do actually. I wonder how you figured that out." He answered before winking at me. Immediately I looked away while my blush increased tenfold. Of course, Jake would react like that.

It didn't take long before Jake tried on every single piece of clothing Jessy had picked out for him. He looked great in anything and thus I had told him that he should keep it all. There was no way I would ever be able to choose between these clothes.

The whole time Jake had been trying on clothes I had felt very nervous and a tingly feeling had been present in my stomach. A feeling that wasn't familiar to me at all. One thing I had noticed though was that I had begun to like being around Jake a lot.

Jake and I matched quite well and thus I hoped the two of us could become friends. Let's hope he thought about it that way too.

A/N: Do you guys want part 11 today?

#duskwood #duskwood jake #duskwood mc #jake x mc #mc and jake #duskwood family #duskwood fandom #duskwood fanfiction

[sithwitch13]

AEW Collision 11/11/23

-Danny ve Andrade with bonus hotwife CJ

-seriously do CJ and Miro have a fetish or

-oh fuck yes Dalton and the Boys

-Schiavone's disdain for Nigel's heel thirst sustains me (as does Nigel's heel thirst)

-TEXAS DEATHMATCH SWERVE AND HANGMAN LFG HOW WE DOING BLOOD PERVERTS

-Workhorsemen!!!

-HoB and JULIA GETTING A REMATCH?!?!?!

-oh my god why is Roddy both the best and worst at the same time

-normally I'd be angry because ambulatory wheelchair users exist and get a lot of shit for doing so, but Roddy's doing it specifically to be a shithead (and is also growing a shitty mustache) so it's mostly funny to me.

-yay Danielson, yay a fun tournament thing but like... can we get more attention on the women,please?

-SPEAKING OF WOMEN TIME FOR JULIA VS WILLOW

-Willow's so strong and pretty and fun

-Julia had to win for story reasons and I'm not even mad about it, but Willow just looked so good. I can't wait until it's her time.

-also I'm so gay for moonsaults

-bridges may be the sluttiest wrestling move, but a moonsault is the equivalent of rolling up sleeves to the forearms

-Don Callis Family vs the Patriarchy or whatever Christian's dad cult is called for the title of best (worst) dad, winner gets a mug

-murderbird and cult boys vs two goths and a former vampire

-always a sucker for when the good guys wear black and the bad guys wear white

#aew collision

[socalwriterbee]

Confessions Part 4

Catch up on Confessions

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Book: The Nanny Affair

Characters: Marie Castro x Sam Dalton, Jordan Le, Jenny

Rating/Warning: Teen+, Some Adult Language

Word Count: 2,339 +

Song Mention:

You Oughta Know By Alanis Morissette

Si Una Vez By Selena

Summary: After a breakup, Marie seeks her best friend out.

A/N: Songs that were mentioned are in italic. Tried to my best to translate the part of Si Una Vez as best I could.

Tag: @thenannyaffair-fanfics

Characters belong to Pixelberry

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Marie patiently waited for her friend to respond to her message. If anyone can help make things better it was her best friend.

Jenny squeals as soon as she swings the door open, really finding her best friend standing before her with a new look.

“Marie, how is it possible for you to look like a thousand times better in person?” Jenny hugs her tightly, gently pulling at the ends of her hair, not knowing if she really just a chopped off a good amount of her hair.

“You can stop pulling my hair. I really did cut it.” She laughs at her friend. “Are you gonna let me in? The champagne is waiting.”

Jenny releases her, pushing her to arms length, really taking in her friends new look. Skin tight black pleather pants paired with black Louboutin pumps, a revenge red colored crop top and her newly cut hair.

Jenny drags her by the hand and leads them into the apartment, slamming the door behind them.

“Don’t kill me Marie, but you didn’t happen to bring any orange juice?” Jenny asks, making her way across the island.

Marie shakes her head at her best friend, she wasn’t surprised Jenny didn’t have anything in her apartment. She had been the one who would stock up the fridge and cabinets with food. If it had been up to Jenny, they would only have vodka in the freezer. One she would bet a good amount of money on that being the only thing in the freezer right now.

“Jenny, do you at least have something to nibble on while we drink?” Marie asks.

She places the two bottles of champagne down on the counter, watching Jenny open and close the cabinets, then moves to the fridge.

“Here put this one in the fridge while I open this one. We’ll just order something to be delivered.” She tells Jenny, handing her one of the bottles.

“I have apples.. well an apple.” Jenny points to her sad looking fruit basket.

“One that seems to be well past being edible. it’s beginning to shrivel up.”

The popping sound of the cork makes Jenny jump, pulling out two glasses and handing them to Marie. After pouring and ordering some food, Marie kicks off her heels and takes her usual spot on the sofa, when one of them is going through a breakup, tucking one leg under the other. Jenny takes the opposite side of the sofa.

“What do we toast too?” Jenny asks.

“The future.”

Marie raises her glass to meet her friends, clinking their glasses together. Jenny eyes her with some concern, wondering what her friend had been through in the last twelve hours or so.

“To the future.”

Jenny takes a good drink of the champagne, while Marie tosses her full glass back, the bubbles tickling the back of her throat, leaving it empty and reaching for the bottle to pour more.

“So Marie, what the hell happened? Wasn’t everything going well between you two?” Jenny asks while tapping her well manicured nails on the fluted glass, impatiently waiting for her to answer.

“Is this situation fit for just drinking champagne? Or do I pull out the Vodka from the freezer?”

“It’s a start. It’ll get the job done.” She gives Jenny a wide grin. “Like I told you, it’s over between me and Sam.”

“How? Why?” Jenny sits up a bit straighter, again waiting for an explanation.

“Sam caught me kissing Jordan.” Marie tosses another glass back. “No.. No..” She wiggles her finger at Jenny “Sam walked in on Jordan kissing me.”

“Why would Jordan do that?”

“He confessed he has feeling for me.”

“No!” Jenny mouths drops open at the revelation.

Marie just nods her head. Last night coming back to her, making her head spin. “That’s not all, he told me Sam was seeing Lana behind my back.”

“That uptight blonde from the house warming party, the mother of one of Mason’s friends?” Jenny asks.

“The one and the same.”

“I’m gonna need you to start from the beginning and everything in between that led you to..to this new look and you chugging champagne like its grape juice.” Her friend said.

Taking a deep breath, Marie began the events of last night from Jordan surprising her at work to him telling her how he feels about her. The moment Sam walked in on them, him storming out, not waiting to hear an explanation of what he saw. It felt like she had been talking for hours, the one break Marie took was to get the other bottle of champagne while Jenny got the food they ordered.

“You need to try this hash..it's amazing.” Jenny hands her the container, as she takes the one Marie had in her hands.

“He just walked away. Left me there standing like a fool. All because he wants space. Because I believe or believed he would cheat on me. But look at how we started, Jen. He was engaged.” Taking a spoonful of the corned beef hash, the different textures from soft to crispy pieces to the exploding flavors of the salty, spiced and sour make her moan in agreement with Jenny.

“Sweetie, don’t get mad at me but.. are you sure he wanted to end things?”

Marie notices a shift in her friend, shaking her head at Jenny. She played Sam’s words again and again last night.

“I’m positive. He wanted to slow things down, wanted space. As far as I know we’re done.”

Jenny stayed silent.

“You don’t understand, wanting to slow things down from a relationship in the dark, a relationship a handful of people knew about. That’s what he meant Jen.” Marie snaps at her.

“Ok.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to..” Marie trails off.

“Don’t worry about it. Besides I got something, that always works.”

The look that appeared on Jenny’s face was a mischievous one, one she knew all too familiar, it was the same one she would give her when Jenny was going through a rough time with a guy.

Getting up from the sofa she walks away, coming back in a few seconds with a full bottle of vodka. She grabs her phone, connecting it to the sound system.

Marie hid her face in the palms of the hands, knowing what was about to come. “Oh no!! no..no..no!” She shook her head.

“yes…yes.. yes” Jenny begins to dance before the music starts. “Come on Marie, this song has gotten us..ok mostly me through breakups.”

The beat of Alanis Morissette’s ‘You oughta Know’ fills the apartment..

An older version of me

Is she perverted like me

Would she go down on you in a theater

Marie began bobbing her head to the beat as the song went on, until she jumps up and stands on top of the couch with Jenny, the both of them singing at the top of their lungs.

And every time I scratch

My nails down someone else’s

Back I hope you feel it

Well can you feel it

Well I’m here to remind you

Of the mess you left when

You went away…You

You..oughta know

As the song comes to an end, adrenaline runs through Marie, ok mostly the alcohol they had been drinking. But at this point it’s what she needed to get every feeling out of her system. Jenny’s breakup playlist continues to play and after finishing the second bottle of champagne, they made it to the bottle of vodka

They didn’t care how loud they were singing or the noise they made from dancing and the things that hit the floor after bumping into them. It was something they did, two best friends trying to help the other navigate through this moment in life.

“There’s a song.. a song.. I want to add..add..yeah” The words coming out of Marie’s mouth a bit slurred.

She grabbed the phone from the coffee table, trying to focus on searching for the song. Swaying back and forth, she jumped with drunken glee once having found it. The Marachi/Cumbia infused ballad came through the speakers, her hips moving to the Cumbia beat.

“Yass.. Get it girl.” Jenny encouraged her as she sat down, taking a little breather.

Marie did her best Selena impression, twisting and doing flamenco moves. She began singing.

Yo, Te di todo mi amor y más

(I gave you all my love and more)

Y tú, No reconoces ni lo que es amar

(And you won’t recognize what it is to love)

Si una vez dije que te amaba, hoy me arrepiento

(If I told you once that I loved you. Today, I regret it)

Si una vez dije que te amaba, no sé lo que pensé, estaba loca

(If I told you once that I loved you. I don’t know what I was thinking, I must’ve been crazy)

Si una vez dije que te amaba

(If I told you that I loved you)

Y que por ti la vida daba

(And that I’d give my life for you)

Si una vez dije que te amaba, no lo vuelvo a hacer

(If I told you that I’d loved you. I won’t do it again)

Ese error es cosa de ayer

(It was an error that was made in the past)

Jenny cheered her on until the end, not knowing what her best friend just sang and danced her heart out too.

After a moment of trying to catch her breath, she watched as Marie fell to her knees and began crying, her body shaking as it released every emotion she had bottled up. The act of trying to be strong came crashing down around her. She went to her and hugged her, whispering that it’ll all be ok.

******

Once she had sobered up somewhat, Marie called an Uber to take her back home, against Jenny’s best efforts to try and make her stay. They had come to an agreement of her moving back in. She wasn’t going to live in a place Sam was paying for besides she couldn’t afford the rent on her salary.

Making her way to her apartment, her vision a bit impaired, she fumbled through her bag for the keys, jingling as they fell to the floor.

“Shit.”

Bending down to get them, she stumbles a bit to the side, balancing herself against the wall before she could trip and fall over her own feet. The vodka and champagne still running through her system, she could make it, once she got up it was only a few more steps, she told herself.

Marie noticed a pair of shoes making their way towards her, her gaze began to travel until they stopped on grey eyes, his lips a thin line. He was reaching down to help her.

“I don’t need your help!” She put a hand out, stopping him before he could touch her. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Come on Marie, let me help you up.” Sam voiced calmly but filled with a bit of concern for her well being. “How did you get here? How much have you had to drink? And your hair, it looks..”

“What’s it to you? I’m a bit more sober then I was earlier. I’m perfectly..perfectly fine.”

Marie stood up too quickly and stumbled, she felt Sam wrap an arm around her waist, supporting her weight against his body. Grabbing her keys, he leads them into her apartment.

“Just stand there for a moment while I lock the door. I’ll take you to bed..I mean..uh help you into bed.”

“I’m fine Sam, I’m inside this beautiful penthouse you got for your mistress.” She twirls around, showing him the space around her. “So, you can see your way out. You can stand on the other side of the door to make sure it gets locks.” Marie hiccups, maybe she wasn’t as sober as she thought.

“I’m not going anywhere until I know you’re ok.”

Sam makes his way past her, grabbing her by the wrist and leading her towards the bedroom. Letting her go, he begins tossing pillows off the bed keeping just two. He pulls back the comforter to allow her to crawl in.

“Oh that’s real nice of you Mr. Dalton. Do you do that for all your employees?” Marie asked staring at him as he reaches for her.

“Get into bed, you need to sleep your over-indulgence off. I’ll be here when you wake.”

Marie starts to undress, pulling her top over her head.

“What are you doing?” The words coming out as a raspy whisper from Sam.

Marie stares at the man that left her. She was going to show him what he was going to miss. She began by taking off the heels that had been killing her since putting them back on. She unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, slowly lowering them and stepping out of them. Marie stood there in a see through black lace bralette and matching thong.

She could feel Sam’s burning gaze taking her in. She heard his breathing hitch and a smile came across her lips.

“I’m just getting ready for bed, Mr. Dalton. Just like you said.” She says coyly.

Walking pass him, running her finger tips across his chest. She climbs into bed, the softness of her sheets envelope her semi-naked body.

As she begins to doze off, the side of the bed shifts under her. “What are you doing here?” She asked him again.

She didn’t hear Sam respond, so she kept going.

“You shouldn’t be here. It’s over between us.” She yawns as her eyes begin too close. “Sam? Are you still here?”

Marie could feel her back pressing against the side of his leg. Sam caresses the newly cut strands of her hair.

“I’m still here. I’m not going anywhere..” He whispered.

“Can you do one last thing for me?”

“Whatever it is, I’ll do it Marie..I’m sorr..”

“Don’t fire Jordan.” She said before her eyelids became too heavy to keep open and slips into a deep slumber.

#the nanny affair choices #choices sam dalton #sam dalton x mc #tna sam #tna fanfic #choices tna #the nanny affair fanfiction #choices stories you play #fanfiction music #the nanny affair 2

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A Foggy Garden Around Them

hello. i was feeling restless and pulled up a prompt generator and then. well. this happened. i’m not entirely sure what it is, but this is what my brain produced based on this randomised prompt:

setting: locker room genre: fluff trope: superhero/superpowers prompt: time travel

Kurt pushes through into the locker room, anger coursing through his veins and he’s desperately trying to stop it from turning into roots, or thorns.  

Blaine is standing on the opposite side of the room, his gear on the bench next to him and his forehead pressed into the wall. His breaths are heaving, sounding heavy and hard to take, and the mist surrounding his body is swirling erratically, and thin. 

It always takes it out of him, when he uses it.  

And then Kurt remembers why he’s angry; because he used it. And it spurs him on, crossing over to Blaine with large strides and if Blaine hears him, he doesn’t acknowledge it, doesn’t turn, doesn’t move. Kurt snaps off the branch that has starting growing out of his palm involuntarily and makes a mental note to work on keeping his hands in check when he’s mad, and then he grabs Blaine’s shoulders, flips him, ignores the chill in the mist that’s surrounding him now, too. 

He pushes his arm against the length of Blaine’s chest and into the wall, keeping him there and under his grip without inflicting any actual pain, and now he can feel Blaine’s breathing underneath him, uneven. The dirt on his forearm is mixing with the sweat on Blaine’s collarbone, and all Blaine does is look at him. Steady. Waiting.  

“What the fuck was that, Blaine? You weren’t supposed to use your time fuckery in that match,” and it comes out like a growl. He closes his fist against another branch that is threatening to break through his skin and grow.  

And finally, there’s an expression on Blaine’s face. It’s amusement, which does nothing to quell the anger Kurt is feeling. In fact, it just prods it on, gives it even more motivation.  

“Time fuckery?” and when he laughs, the mist around them blows out and disappears. It’s not as cold anymore. “Is that what they’re calling it now?”

“Ugh,” Kurt huffs, and pushes off his boyfriend, putting a decent amount of space between them. He’s being insufferable, and it’s making Kurt feel wild and immature because he desperately wants to whine; that wasn’t fair. And it wasn’t fair – Professor Figgins had stated before anyone even stepped into the arena that Doubles were supposed to pick only one power to use. Blaine had picked Vapor, so when he used his Time Manipulation half way through their battle, it had thrown Kurt off. Off enough that he couldn’t regain his footing, and Blaine had won. “You know what I mean. Time Manipulation. Whatever.”

All of a sudden, Kurt is being pulled by a force outside of him and it stings his skin for a second, and then he blinks his eyes open. He’s back standing in the position he was in just before, arm pressed against Blaine’s chest and, he’s just realised, impossibly close in every other way, too. Thighs touching, ankles tangled, face quite near to Blaine’s. 

“Did you just do it again?”

Blaine’s hands find Kurt’s waist and he pulls him even closer, then leans forward until their foreheads are connected. “I’m sorry, I just missed you this close to me.”

Kurt sighs. Blaine always gets clingy after they’re paired up for a fight. Whether it’s because he’s won and needs to know that Kurt isn’t mad, or he’s lost and needs the reassurance. This time, though, Kurt suspects it’s because he’s feeling guilty about cheating. “It’s not fair,” he finally says, but he manages to keep the whine out.

“I know,” Blaine says quickly, “I’m so sorry. I could feel myself losing and I lost control. I’ll tell Figgins to organise a rematch, or to change your grade.”  

And just like that, his anger falls away. He wasn’t even really that committed to it, anyway; he knew Blaine wasn’t the type to purposefully cheat, and definitely not when Kurt was his opponent. “We’ll have a rematch,” he decides. “I want to beat you fair and square.”

He moves his arm, no longer wanting the aggressive position and instead winds it around Blaine’s shoulder, letting it hang loosely and this feels better. This feels more like them.  

“Okay. Sounds good,” and then Blaine kisses him, tender and caring and deeper than Kurt was expecting. He revels in the soft fog that starts to pool around Blaine’s chest – it always does that when his heart starts beating faster and he’s too preoccupied to stop it from happening. And the fog is warm, sitting between them, a literal representation of the love Blaine has for Kurt pouring out of him.  

Kurt breaks the kiss and turns his head slightly, a little overwhelmed at the way he came in here full of resentment and is nothing but fondness now. “Can you show me, again?”

“Kurt,” Blaine says, trying to be responsible. “We have to get to our next class.”

“Just quickly,” and it’s not a beg, not really, just a little nudge because he’s willing to be late – his next class is just Tactics, anyway, and Ms. Holliday is always super lenient.

Blaine chuckles, “Okay, but after this time I’m making a rule that I’ll only take you traveling with me outside of school hours.”

“Deal,” he smiles.  

Kurt steps back, knowing he needs to for this to work, and lets Blaine get into the right headspace. His eyes are closed and he looks focused, everything in his mind narrowing and tightening, but there’s a smile playing on his lips at the memories Kurt knows he’s pulling up.  

And then he says, “Okay,” quietly, like if he speaks too loudly it’ll knock him off-balance, and reaches out for Kurt’s hand. The second their palms connect, Kurt feels the force and the sting again, and then it stops. He opens his eyes and -  

They’re standing in the Dalton cafeteria, students in blazers wandering around and looking like any normal student body. And they would be, if it weren’t for the balls of fire that Puck is playing with in his hands, or the way Santana pulls out her seat to sit down in without touching it.  

Blaine has taken them to Kurt’s first day – he transferred to Dalton half way through last year after the incident at his old school. His dad had always known about his powers, of course, but Kurt had managed to get away with fading into the background, and avoiding any attention. He could keep it all under control when that was the case. But then the bullying had started, and the kiss had happened. The unwanted kiss, the one that was stolen from him, and he hadn’t meant for the vines to twine themselves around Karofsky’s neck, not consciously.  

Karofsky was fine; Kurt hadn’t done any serious or lasting damage. And he did get expelled for assaulting Kurt, but Burt had still decided that it was time for Kurt to go to a school that could help him with his powers, rather than force him to hide them. 

They’re just behind the Blaine from that day, and he’s carrying a tray of food over to a lunch table when he sees him – the Kurt from that day. He’s sitting by himself, reading a book, his fingers mindlessly twirling over a small pile of dirt on the table next to him. And with each circle motion of his hand, another daisy grows. They watch Blaine’s chest lift, eyes on Kurt and his tiny garden, and then watch the small, incredibly soft smile that grows on Blaine’s face. A similar one grows on current-Kurt's face, and then current-Blaine grabs his hand again.  

This time they’re in the doorway of the common room, past versions of themselves being the only ones in there. Kurt watches as the fog envelopes around their first kiss and remembers the way it had felt – so warm and encompassing and perfect. And he waits for it, the moment the tiny wildflowers grow from the backs of his hands, his neck, the tips of his ears; anywhere there was skin to bloom.  

There’s more force and sting, and then they’re standing in Blaine’s dorm room. It’s just past-Blaine in there and Kurt frowns; Blaine’s never taken him to this memory before and he can’t see past-Kurt anywhere. But then he emerges from the bathroom, blushing and on edge, anticipation in the edges of him, and oh. Kurt knows exactly what memory this is.

“I can’t believe you’ve brought us back here.”

“Shh,” Blaine replies cheekily, watching as past-them fall onto the bed together.  

“Pervert,” he retorts, but he watches them for a little while, too. It’s kind of sweet, seeing the start of their first time, all tentative touches and giggling and marveling. And then past-Blaine takes off his shirt and he squeezes Blaine’s hand in a plea to move to the next one. If they wait any longer, they’re going to be essentially watching their own sex tape.  

Blaine takes them back to their first party together, drunk and shining and happy. He takes them to the time they planted trees together in Blaine’s backyard at his parent’s place, Blaine picking the type of tree and Kurt growing it on the spot. He takes them to the time Kurt had agreed to go on a picnic with Blaine in the middle of December, and he’d kept them warm with a cloud around them.  

He takes them back to a couple of nights ago, when Kurt had snuck into Blaine’s room after the prefects had finished patrolling the hallways, and how they’d fallen asleep together, a foggy garden around them in the sheets, because they couldn’t help but show their content through their powers.  

Blaine grabs his hand one last time, and he feels the pull again, and when he opens his eyes, they’re back in the locker room. It’s just them, no past selves to keep them company, and Kurt can feel the yellow and red roses growing from his fingertips. 

“I guess these are for you,” he laughs, and he wonders what it is about Blaine that makes him so transparent; what is it that makes him lose control of his abilities. He just makes him feel so much, more than he’s ever felt, and he can’t stop the flowers from appearing.  

Blaine seems worn out but he bundles the roses together and tugs, knowing it doesn’t hurt Kurt to snap them, and smiles. “Thank you,” and then he looks at his watch, “Shit. We’re going to be so late.”  

Kurt kisses Blaine quickly and then jumps into one of the shower cubicles to rinse off from their match, which is what they’d headed in here to do in the first place. The water comes out cold and Kurt curses, shocked at the temperature. And he waits a moment, but it doesn’t heat up. “Blaine?” he asks, hearing the shower to his left turning on. “The water’s cold.”  

And it’s not a line, or a move; the water really is cold. 

But then there’s a knock on his door and Blaine is huddling into his stall, completely naked and mumbling jokingly about Kurt trying to get him expelled, and he starts to warm up the water with his hands. And Kurt can’t quite find it within himself to annoyed about the original temperature anymore; this is much better.  

He’ll get to class eventually.

#klaine fanfiction #klaine #kurt x blaine #i wrote this! #i really just don't know what this is but here have it #i had it in my head that if he just rewinds time he doesn't have to touch anyone #but if it's bringing them back with him then he does #just to clear that up incase anyone was like what #i personally think it's really funny that Blaine is worried about being late to class when he can literally manipulate time fjkdgdk #is this- is this a sky high au

[welanabananaworld]

Ouija, Origin of Evil and the profane voice - Part I

Though extremely shocking and disturbing, children happen to be at the core of major horror films. Samara in The Ring (2002), Dalton in Insidious (2010), Dany and the Grady twins in The Shining (1980), the children in Sinister (2012), Thomas in The Orphanage (2007) are among many other examples that prove the existence of an entire branch of horror cinema built on the mythology of the malevolent child. Why is the figure of the child so prevalent? Why should the most innocent and purest human beings be the main characters of films that are  gruesome, violent and whose public age is strictly restricted? Precisely because their vulnerability and purity of soul make them easily influenced and manipulated by external forces. Besides, children are known to have an overwhelming imagination and a propensity to trust which are necessary to open the boundaries between the worlds of the living and the dead in accordance with the codes of the genre. 

In addition to this, the more the prey is opposite to our expectations and subverts our beliefs of what is proper and what is not, the more the fright and fascination are potent. To consider a child as a monster, a killer or a possessed body is beyond our general understanding, hence the uncanny appeal of creepy children. 

As pointed out by Alison Nastasi in her article published online on Hopes&Fears, this devious appeal for corrupted and murderous children portrayed in horror films might echo to « real-world fears about parenting, gender and social responsibility. »; a theory supported by Joe Dante’s comments about the subject : « Could it be connected to the fact that more and more parents have difficulty balancing work responsibilities [and] child-rearing (not to speak of nurturing their own relationships, personal and career aspirations) and are squeezed financially by the costs of raising children […]? Therefore, is it any wonder that children in genre movies are portrayed as powerful, disruptive, and uncontrollable? Perhaps these menacing moppet movies reflect the fears inherent in helicopter parenting—that the minute you take your eyes off your child, something dreadful will happen. » In any case, the films in question use the creepy kid trope in order to suggest that something is wrong, that the natural order of things is being shattered. 

The corruption of innocence can take many forms but the most interesting one to study in relation to the narrative role of the voice in cinema is the threat of an invasion from the Beyond. In Ouija: Origin of Evil (2016), supernatural forces hold a young girl hostage by inhabiting her body and making it go through such transformations (vocal and physical) as to change it beyond recognition.

Taking place in 1967 in Los Angeles, Ouija: Origin of Evil tells the story of the Danzer family. Alice, a spiritual medium, is striving to make ends meet after the loss of her husband and father of her two children by hosting readings in her own house with the help of her daughters, Lina (15) and Doris (9). Running a declining scam business, in which Alice pretends to talk to the dead to bring closure to people and the girls help her out with tricks intended to make it all real, Lina suggests her mother to add a ouija board as a new prop to modernise her readings. The factitious dimension of the ritual which unfolds through the display of ingenious devices (stretchable table, a cupboard big enough to hide Doris, extinguishable candles…) is both an ironical comment on how fake spiritism is going to beat the family at their own game by revealing its true power and also a cleverly designed introduction to set the tone and build the tension. 

All the ingredients are here to turn the ouija experience into a nightmare. The bereaved family is craving for a contact whatsoever with their loved one, little Doris first. She wishes she could talk to her father at a seance like other people do when they come and see her mother for help, that is why she does not talk to god directly but instead send prayers to her dad every night before going to bed. Contrary to Lina who is a teenager in complete denial and pushes down her feelings, Alice and Doris seek communication and are open to it, hence the evil befalling on them. 

Portrayed as an angelic but lonely and bullied girl who is deeply grieving her father and believes in the blurry frontiers between the worlds of the living and the dead, Doris becomes the perfect human and tangible vessel through which supernatural forces can express themselves. All starts with the introduction of the ouija board as a prop into the house and with Alice breaking the three rules which are to never play alone, in a graveyard and never forget to say goodbye. At this very moment, Doris becomes inhabited by Marcus’s spirit whose identity is yet to be defined. How does this possession first transpire? Through speaking. Marcus uses Doris’s voice to start materializing and, as soon as she touches the board, the voices appear all around her, thus enabling the world of the Beyond to let in. 

Doris is progressively attracted by the ouija board which makes her believe she is talking to her father, Roger. They are deceitful spirits who do everything to earn her trust to better trap her, hence the hint at the money buried in the cellar. Contrary to Lina who is far from being fooled, Alice thinks her youngest child is gifted and asks her for help. As the readings follow one another, the trap is closing in around Doris who starts feeling pain in her neck at the same time she excels in the occult. She can now reproduce the voice of the deceased summoned during the seance. 

Once she is fully possessed, Doris first goes through a radical physical and behavior transformation by becoming lethargic, stolid, her eyes often turned white when no one is watching her. Besides, her vocal abilities also go through creepy changes. In addition to mimic the deceased’s voice during the readings, adults’ voices, Doris keeps whispering in people’s ears in a demonic way when the evil entity starts spreading its malevolent influence on the whole family. 

When the film reaches its climax and Doris fully assumes the devil’s voice, which is guttural, otherworldly and distorted by hatred, she no longer is a young innocent child. Marcus’s spirit corrupts and perverts Doris to achieve revenge by desecrating her body and soul and making her utter bloodcurdling things. The scene which most epitomizes the figure of the violated child is when Doris explains step by step to Lina’s boyfriend how it feels like to be strangled to death. The most uncomfortable thing about it is to witness the contrast between what she says and the sweet voice in which she says it with an angelic smile on her face. The mise-en-scène that keeps stressing Doris’s vocal changes, by shooting her facing the camera (or the fourth wall) as if she was already part of the Beyond, is meant to emphasize the element through which she is channelling these powers and forces : the mouth.

The mouth as an organic element  stands as a kind of leitmotiv throughout the film inasmuch as the possession of Doris’s body and soul by the demonic entity is made complete through that means. One night, Doris is awakened by her pain in the neck and gets assaulted by a dark creature who thrusts his devilish arm into her throat. This shadowy creature, one can notice, has no mouth or rather a distorted sewed one, similar to Lina’s mouth when she looks at herself in the mirror one night. At the light of these elements, what was supposed to be a nightmare was in fact real and prophetic.

But what can be the meaning of the recurring imagery of the sealed mouth (see  also Lina’s doll)? Who is Marcus? Why is he portrayed as an evil spirit? What does he want from Doris and her family? He clearly states his purpose when trying to possess Lina’s soul : to snatch her voice.

Father Tom Hogan, a friend of the family, is the one who uncovers the ugly truth behind Doris’s pretended benevolent gift of clairvoyance. She is not channelling good forces but Marcus’s spirit, a man who happened to have been mutilated and murdered in this house a few decades ago. After the second world war, a twisted nazi doctor, called the devil’s doctor in the camps, escaped to America where he succeeded to get hired in a mental institution. He went on practicing his sadistic experiments on patients in the basement of his house. In order to do it, he cut out their tongues, severed their vocal cords and sewed their mouths so that no one could hear them from above. However, Marcus’s story does not end with his death. Violently murdered, he never rested in peace but instead was doomed to wander in the cold darkness of the underworld among other desperate, voiceless souls and malevolent creatures who must have been summoned by the doctor who was into the occult. 

In the end, Marcus, who has been silenced by force, deprived of his own voice and overtaken by the surrounding evil influence in the Beyond, seeks revenge against god and people who have the ability to express themselves, eaten away as he is by hatred, frustration and pain. The only way for him to exorcise the horrible things he has been through is to communicate and hurt others, but for that a voice and a body are needed, hence his attempts to snatch the family’s voices. That is the only way to be heard and to have an influence outside his doomed world. Helped by her father’s good spirit, Lina grabs needle and thread and silences her sister for ever,  thus fighting hard against the entity who strives to engulf her.

Ouija, Origin of Evil, like many other horror films, uses the voice and its communicative powers as narrative tools to address issues and challenge notions such as grief, loss, family unity, parenting, revenge, alternative beliefs, suffering, innocence, corruption, violation and religion. Religion…such a crucial theme whose set of practices and beliefs makes it the most cherished subject of the genre. Any idea which emblematic film is yet to be analyzed in the perspective of the profane voice and corruption of innocence?

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99 Perspectives on a Single Love Story #12

A/N: The Story of Kurt and Blaine told through the eyes of everyone else but them. Each chapter is a different perspective in the ongoing tale of their love story.

I started something like this a while back - and now I’m taking the idea and really running with it. Each chapter is a ficlet of a different character at a different point in Kurt and Blaine’s life - documenting their love story. This starts in Audition, and each chapter will be paired with a different episode until reaching Dreams Come True.

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Jeremiah : Silly Love Songs

Jeremiah shifts uneasily in his seat at the coffeeshop debating with himself whether or not he should even be here.  Across from him is Blaine Anderson, one of the kids who had taken a liking to him when they met during the Winter Spectacular that year.  He’s a sweet kid; upbeat and kind of cute.  It weighs on Jeremiah’s mind that he is still, in fact, a kid.  Not that Jeremiah is much older - being nineteen.  But more so, Blaine is also gay.  Which is fine, but Blaine is much more open about it than he is.  

The first time they went out for coffee, Jeremiah had made it abundantly clear that they were hanging out as friends.  Blaine had plenty of questions - about college, about being older, about how he got the curls in his hair to stay put so easily, and Jeremiah had to admit that he liked a little of the hero worship Blaine had been bestowing on him.  And Blaine being open enough about being gay made Jeremiah comfortable enough to admit that he is also gay.

But this afternoon feels different.  It’s like Jeremiah had opened the floodgates letting Blaine know about his sexuality.  Suddenly, the conversation is less about video games and local theater and more about politics and pride parades and who the best gay role models are.  It’s admirable how passionate Blaine is to be entrenched in the culture.  But Jeremiah is barely out to his closest friends.  He hasn’t even told his mom yet.  And this feels a bit much.  

“...so, Kurt says that he wants to incorporate gay iconography into his wardrobe, albeit subtly,” Blaine is saying.  “Personally, I’m for anything rainbow, but like he always says, a little bit goes a long way.  And he’s extremely fashionable.  Not that I’m not fashionable, you know, when I’m not wearing the blazer, but he’s got this eye for it - it’s amazing.” 

“Who is Kurt again?” Jeremiah asks as he takes a slow sip of his peppermint mocha.  It’s not that Jeremiah doesn’t know who Kurt is -- he’s obviously Blaine’s best friend -- who happens to be gay.  Whom Blaine hasn’t stopped talking about since the conversation started.  But Blaine becomes giddy in his seat every time the kid is brought up, and Jeremiah would much rather help Blaine with his obvious crush than go on about LGBT culture in America.  

“Oh, right, I didn’t tell you about him last time,” Blaine says.  He wiggles a little bit, a proud grin coming to his lips.  “He’s kind of amazing - we just met last fall.  He transferred to Dalton because he was being bullied.”  Blaine’s face falls a little as he thinks about it.  “Were you ever bullied?” 

“No,” Jeremiah says quickly.  He never gave anyone the opportunity - and god, he’d like to keep it that way.  

“Well, he’s been going through a rough time,” Blaine continues.  “I just want to be there for him.  Give him a positive experience -- not all gay men are bad, you know?  Like - look at stereotypes on TV, how all gay men are damaged or sex-crazed or wildly perverted.”  

An older couple walk by - not that they hear the conversation but still - why does Blaine need to get so loud about these topics? 

“Anyway…” Jeremiah says, trying to steer the conversation again.  “So… he’s just a friend?” 

“Oh, yeah, we’re just friends,” Blaine’s cheeks redden slightly.  “But I mean, it’s cool.  Like - we have a ton in common.  We both want to go to New York after we graduate, we both want to perform, we both really understand why a skin care regimen at night is an important thing.  It’s like finding someone who is like another half -- but I mean a platonic other half.” 

Jeremiah nods slowly.  Oh, man, this kid is so in denial.  It’s adorable.  “Sounds like he’s really special to you.” 

“He is, you should really meet him,” Blaine insists - though Jeremiah isn’t sure that’s the greatest of ideas.  He’s not even sure that he and Blaine should meet up again.  “You’d love him - he’s wickedly funny and super smart and, I don’t know, I just feel better when I’m around him.”  

“That’s pretty profound, Blaine,” Jeremiah points out.  

“Yeah, it’s always wonderful when you meet someone special,” Blaine says. 

Blaine then reaches his hand out to grab onto Jeremiah’s.  His grin is a little too broad.  Oh, Blaine… Jeremiah slowly withdraws his hand.  Nope, no third meet up.  He really doesn’t want to give this kid any ideas.  

Blaine didn’t seem to catch on that this probably isn’t going the way he thinks it is -- and continues to be as upbeat and optimistic as ever.  “So, did you hear about the possibility of Will and Grace being rebooted?” 

Jeremiah slumps back in his chair and checks the clock on the wall.  Blaine is a good kid, but this is a lot.  He’ll give it ten more minutes…

#s.o. writes things #here - have something to distract yourself with #:) #99 perspectives

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meta: blaine anderson

i’m gonna take the liberty to make this a meta about my verse with @impromptusongs bc jj’s blaine is santana’s best friend in any and all semi-canon or canon verses, and later i’ll write a meta about canon BA.

blaine’s parents are polar opposites, you’ve come to learn. even when you were a child, five years old and pushing a little blaine anderson off the swings so you could claim them as your throne, you always noticed that there was something missing. when you were little, you were too young to understand it, even after forming a bond with him that you will later come to realize, was a gift from god himself. his father (much like that side of his family), was either absent, or hostile, and while he was never particularly virulent towards you (you would later also learn that he was all about status, and your father had it, therefore mr. anderson never had a reason to be vicious), he was towards blaine and elizabeth.

elizabeth anderson on the other hand, was the poster child for the mother everyone wished they could have; she was nurturing, friendly, and loved blaine more than she loved anything she could ever possess. she was warm, like sunshine, always hugged you when you rang the bell to their house in the mornings. even as you two grew up together, literally and figuratively, she never greeted you with anything but open arms and a bright smile.

blaine was, on all intents and purposes, different. not in a bad way, no, and not because he was significantly less bitchy than you – actually, you were always sure blaine didn’t have a mean bone in his body. to be fair, there were only two people in the world who could keep up with your banter, and while blaine didn’t fall into that category, he knew you. absurdly so. even when you moved from westerville to lima to be closer to your dad’s new job at the local hospital and he enrolled you in william mckinley high school, and blaine’s mom enrolled him at dalton academy.

in an alternate universe, a twisted world, you and blaine were mr. anderson’s pristine picture of the perfect arranged marriage. you were the daughter of a wealthy surgeon and not to mention, loaded, and blaine needed someone who would make him change his mind about the reason he was different. except no one expected you to also be different. no one, except for blaine, who always knew there was a reason you bit noah puckerman’s tongue at that party you invited him to your freshman year of high school, or why you never crazed over boy bands or swooned over ryan goslin’s suave conquest of rachel mcadams in the notebook.

you came out of the closet around the same time he did, not because you were following him by example, but because you knew that if blaine had the courage to come out to his father, to face the consequences that would inevitably surface if he knew he liked boys in any way, shape, or form, then you could do it too. elizabeth accepted him without circumstance, loved him for who he was, but blaine’s tryst with homosexuality seemed to draw an even deeper hole between him and the rapidly fading relationship he had with his dad.

your coming out experience had been differently, naturally. both of your parents, who claimed had always known (mainly because of the way you stared at quinn fabray whenever she was over), were supportive. you were lucky. blaine had his mother, but even if his dad hadn’t particularly disowned him (just ignored his sexuality all together), you always knew how much it affected him. even when he wouldn’t tell you – you knew, you always knew.

you would meet up for your weekly coffee at a local shop in westerville, or he would make the drive to lima in turn, to have his usual at the lima bean. he was the only person in lima you could ever really open up to. perhaps it was the longevity of your friendship, the fact that he’s the only boy who ever saw you in your underwear without making a crude, perverted comment about your tits, or the fact that he was sort of your platonic soulmate. if you were a man, a gay man, blaine would be exactly the kind of guy you would chase after. even your parents loved him.

sometimes it was easy to think your own mother loved blaine more than she loved you, but blaine liked to claim the same thing about his mother. maybe because as time went by, you traded mrs. andersons for elizabeths and flirted with her whenever you had the chance (hall of fame, MILF) – not that you would ever go there, it was all fun and games and she was a hot mom, but you mostly did it to watch the irritated look on blaine’s face whenever you made elizabeth blush. in the end, you never saw her as more than a mother figure, and blaine was like the brother you never had. most importantly, he was your best friend, through thick and thin.

you never introduced him to your all of your friends in wmhs; most people assumed quinn and brittany were your besties, and though that was partially true (even blaine had taking to calling you three the unholy trinity even if he had never stepped ground in public school), they were still the only two people at school who knew about your friendship with blaine. not because you were ashamed, actually, you were proud and thankful to have such a great friend like him, but because exposing that part of yourself, exposing your past and personal details with people who didn’t deserve it, was too raw and emotional for you to face head on.

that is, until rachel berry’s train wreck of a house party. most people assumed blaine knew kurt (wrong), but when you threw your arms around him in a sloppy, drunken hug that night, it was clear to everyone that you had secrets. unbeknownst to them, you’ve always had them.

people feared you, but blaine didn’t. he never did. even when he branded you with the nickname SNIX during your junior year (your evil alter ego who liked going all shawshank on your peers) after an altercation with rick the stick nelson and his posse of hockey players at the lima bean that ended with a broken nose and cracked knuckles. even if you had power, and status at william mckinley, ohio was still ohio, and the midwest was plagued with homophobic baboons, prejudiced republicans, and extremists who would never accept you two for who you were because they lacked the brain cells to think like a progressive human being.

your friendship was never complicated in the way your relationships with others was. you never had any intention of harming in, in fact, you were fiercely protective of his well being. even when he enrolled in william mckinley (unsure whether it was to be close to you or be close to kurt – who wasn’t a fan of your friendship despite blaine’s reiteration that you were in fact, not the person he thought you were). you never felt the need to use him for status, never felt the need to blackmail him or use him as your plot device to further your academic career.

he would sit with you for hours on end when you were crying over a girl and you would sit with him whenever he needed to vent about his family. evermore, he became a constant presence in your life. he attended lopez family christmas events, drank spiked eggnog, and smoked pot with you by the window in your dimly lit room until you were too high to go downstairs and pretend you were sober. you were always gracefully invited to his family soirees, fancy dinner parties, and important events. you went on family vacations together – your parents and elizabeth, or elizabeth and the two of you – and stole your parents’ SUV to get drunk with your fake ID’s and find a waffle house that would willingly accept two drunken 18 year olds at their tables.

he was the ultimate insider in your life. the type of girls you like and the type of girls you don’t. the brand of coffee you think tastes like piss and how you add triple sec to sangrias made with 8 dollar bottles of wine that shouldn’t even be branded as wine. he was after all, your god send.

#quarterbck #♫ | BROTP: IT WAS MORE FUN DOING IT TOGETHER (impromptusongs) #♫| META! #I WAS GONNA MAKE THIS LONGER BUT IT WAS ALREADY LONG ENOUGH IT HAD TO BE UNDER A READ MORE SLDKFMKS

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not to go off on tumblr, but i just need to rant. anyway, you know there are 3 choices on what Sam Dalton from TNA looks like, right? i really hate the middle choice (the tan one) because he looks EXACTLY like my former personal trainer who was a pervert and an asshole. but that trainer was never fired even when i reported him to management because get this, not only does he flirt with the head manager, but middle-aged married mothers LOVE him, and i’m just wtf is wrong with these people???

Oh my god...

I’m so sorry that you had to deal with someone like that! No one should ever have to endure someone who behaves in that manner, and as for management not doing something about him... that’s disgraceful. Like, surely the priority is the well-being and safety of their customers... but to not do anything is just disgusting. Most companies would have fired him for his attitude on its own, let alone his inappropriate conduct. They shouldn’t have disregarded you like that. I really hope that you’re okay!

Sometimes all it takes is for someone or something to remind you of someone and it puts you off entirely. I had a couple of names that I always said I’d use if I have children, as they mean something to me, but after a few bad encounters with people who have those names, it’s left me in a position where I don’t know if I should; they have negative connotations now, and I hate it.

Please don’t hesitate to send me a rant - really. I’d rather people felt better sharing something than keeping quiet about something that is troubling them.

#I’m so sorry you had to deal with someone like this anon #some people are just... EURGH! #anon ask

[kingofthecellphone]

Name Key

These aren’t the only characters I will be using, but these will be the ones I use most often, unless I get an idea with someone else or someone requests someone else. ——————————————–Luffy ————- Zoro: Greeeeen Nami: Scary Usopp: BFF Sanji: FOOD! Chopper: Lil Buddy Robin: Mom Franky: SUPER COOL ROBOT MAN Brook: SUPER COOL POOPING SKELETON Law: BFF 2.0 Hancock: Hammock Raleigh: Really? Jinbe: Fishface Sabo: BRO! Bartolomeo: Creepy fan Coby: M8 Garp: Gramps (do not answer) ——————————————–Zoro ————- Luffy: Dumbass Nami: Witch Usopp: Liar Sanji: Worthless Chopper: Nagging brother Robin: Creepy Lady Franky: Refrigerator Pervert Brook: Panties Man Law: Buzzkill Coby: That One Kid Mihawk: “Dad” Perona: “Sister” (Sensei) ——————————————–Nami ————- Luffy: GDI Zoro: Asshat Usopp: Bud Sanji: Slave Chopper: Cutie Robin: BFF Franky: Stop Brook: Ew Law: Scary Dr. Nojiko: Sis Genzo: “Dad” Vivi: BABE Wanda: Dog friend Lola: Lovely Lola ——————————————–Usopp ————- Luffy: My bud Zoro: Scary Nami: Money grubber Sanji: GOTTA BLAST 🏃💨 Chopper: Lil bud Robin: Mom Franky: Robot Brook: What Law: Ally? Kaya: 💞 My Love 💞 Bartolomeo: #1 Fan ——————————————– Sanji ————- Luffy: Stop Zoro: Asstown Nami: RUN VERY FAR Usopp: Sidekick Chopper: Lil bro Robin: BFF Franky: No Pants Man Brook: Please stop Law: I might be Bi Duval: Backup Ivankov: No ——————————————–Chopper ————- Luffy: Big bro Zoro: GET BACK IN BED Nami: Save me Usopp: Big bro 2 Sanji: Dad Robin: Mom Franky: LASER BEAM! Brook: How?! Law: Doc Kureha: Doctrine Dalton: King ——————————————–Robin ————- Luffy: Oh dear Zoro: Sexist Prick Nami: Little sis Usopp: Nose Sanji: BFF Chopper: Cutie Franky: Mi Amore Brook: Bones Law: Traffy Koala: Cute ——————————————–Franky ————- Luffy: Captain Zoro: Hell no Nami: Oops Usopp: Fellow Builder Sanji: I’M IN TROUBLE Chopper: Smol Robin: Wife (almost) Brook: Old man Law: Kiddo Kiwi: Sis Mozu: Sis 2 Kokoro: Mom? Iceberg: Bakaberg ——————————————–Brook ————- Luffy: Captain crazy Zoro: Bully Nami: Panties Usopp: Boi Sanji: My only ally Chopper: Cutie pie Robin: Madam Franky: Puns Law: This guy ——————————————–Law ————- Luffy: Shut up Zoro: Please no Nami: Bitch Usopp: Stop Screaming Sanji: Roci 2.0 Chopper: Annoying DR Robin: Kinda Creepy Franky: What the Fuck Brook: Uhm? Jean Bart: Save me Bepo: Help Shiachi: GDI Penguin: Dear Lord Kid: GTFO

#notice #one piece

[randomrichards]

OSCAR 2019 PREDICTIONS PART 4: THE ACTING AWARDS

BEST ACTOR:

·         Antonio Banderas as Salvador Mallo, an aging director who confronts his past before his film’s anniversary screening in PAIN & GLORY

·         Leonardo DiCaprio as Rick “F#$%ing” Dalton, an insecure aging tv actor who fears his star is fading in ONCE UPON A TIME…IN HOLLYWOOD

·         Adam Driver as Charlie, a New York stage director facing an ugly divorce in MARRIAGE STORY

·         Joaquin Phoenix as Arthur Fleck, a mentally unstable and abused comedian who becomes the iconic villain in JOKER

·         Jonathan Pryce as Cardinal Jorge Bergoglio, a progressive catholic Cardinal who would become Pope Francis in THE TWO POPES

Who Will Win?

Joaquin Phoenix’s ready to take the Oscar for playing one of the most iconic comic book villains of all time. Whether they love or hate the movie, everyone agrees he gave a powerful performance.

His version couldn’t be more different from Heath’s Ledger’s performance. Ledger’s was a calculating embodiment of chaos longing to watch the world burn. Phoenix’s version is a way more grounded performance.

Phoenix’s performance reminds me of Charlize Theron’s Oscar winning performance. Both performances reveal the humanity within monstrous characters, showcasing how their circumstances have left them unable to adjust to normal life. At the same time, the performances don’t back away from the disturbing aspects of their character’s personality.

A unique element to Phoenix’ performance is his physicality. He starts out as an average, raggedy schlub. As he descends into madness, he becomes so skinny you can see his ribs. Then he seems to contort his body, like his bones are trying to escape his body.

But his career highpoint comes in the climax when he appears on Murray Franklin’s (Robert De Niro) late night talk show. By now, he’s lost touch with reality, telling perverted jokes on national television and letting all his deep seeded resentment out in a furious rant.

He delivers big time.

BEST ACTRESS:

·         Cynthia Erivo as Harriet Tubman, a former slave turned freedom fighter who led many slaves through the underground railroad in HARRIET

·         Scarlett Johansson as Nicole, an actress facing an ugly divorce in MARRIAGE STORY

·         Saoirse Ronan as Jo March, a fiercely independent up and coming writer in LITTLE WOMEN

·         Charlize Theron as Megyn Kelly, the real life former Fox News host who helped blow the whistle on Roger Ailes’ sexual misconduct in BOMBSHELL

·         Renee Zellweger as Judy Garland, a struggling actress who struggles with drug addiction and personal demons during a tour in England in JUDY

Who Will Win?

Renee Zellweger is the clear winner for embodying the immortal who died too soon.

One look at her and you see no sign of Zellweger. What you see is the most iconic actress/singer to ever come out of Hollywood. From the black curly hair to her sad doe eyes, Zellweger perfectly captures Garland’s look.

Well, the only element she couldn’t capture is Garland’s iconic voice. You still hear Zellweger’s voice when she talks or sings. But you soon forget about it because Zellweger’s still an excellent singer, especially when she sings Somewhere Over the Rainbow.

The Garland we meet is at her lowest point, desperate for any job after she’s burned too many bridges with the Hollywood that has psychologically damaged her. Her tour in London is her last chance for a comeback. You feel so bad for her as she tries to maintain a stable living for her children while battling her demons. It’s hard to watch her deal with cruel hecklers. At the same time, you can’t help but be frustrated by herself destructive behavior as she downs pills, behaves unprofessionally and being so out of it during performances. It’s clear she’s struggling with mental illness brought on by a cruel childhood and needs the counselling no one is providing.

Zellweger breaks through the shallow image to reveal Judy Garland’s nuanced humanity.

BEST SUPPORTING ACTOR:

·         Tom Hanks as Mr. Fred Rogers, the iconic children’s tv show host who offers a sympathetic ear to a troubled journalist (Matthew Rhys) in A BEATIFUL DAY IN THE NEIGHBOURHOOD

·         Sir Anthony Hopkins as Pope Benedict, a disgraced Pope who resigns from his position in THE TWO POPES

·         Al Pacino as Jimmy Hoffa, the bombastic real life Union Boss who would mysteriously disappear in THE IRISHMAN

·         Joe Pesci as Russell Bufalion, the cool, friendly mobster who takes the title character (Robert De Niro) under his win in THE IRISHMAN

·         Brad Pitt as Cliff Booth, Rick Dalton’s stuntman and the embodiment of cool in ONCE UPON A TIME…IN HOLLYWOOD

Who Will Win?

Brad Pitt finally gets an acting award playing the coolest guy in film history.

Tarantino always seems determined to make Pitt look as cool as possible in his movies. First, he made Pitt the ultimate American Matinee Hero in Inglorious Basterds and how he’s has Pitt playing one awesome stuntman. He succeeded because never has Brad Pitt been more awesome. With his Hawaiian shirt, Blue Jeans and Cadillac Coupe de Ville, Cliff Booth is for Stuntmen what the Dude is for hippies. You wish you could be like Cliff Booth or at least have him as a friend.

Which is no small feat considering how bad his life is. While his friend Rick Dalton’s living in luxury, Cliff lives in a rundown trailer behind a drive-in theatre, eating kraft dinner with his pit-bull. He also has a hard time getting jobs because of a rumor that he killed his wife.[1] Despite this, you’d still rather be him and his whiny friend Rick.

While he’s gives a great performance, I feel the actor more deserving of this award is Joe Pesci. His character couldn’t be more different than his Oscar winning role of Tommy De Vito (Goodfellas). While Tommy is a volatile powder keg you avoid at all costs, Russel is an easygoing boss you’d love to have a beer with or a friend you go on cross country trips with.

But you come to realize underneath the demeanor is a cold hearted businessman. Nowhere is this truer than when he casually orders the death of Jimmy Hoffa like he’s firing an employee.

But it looks like Pitt’s taking home the trophy

BEST SUPPORTING ACTRESS:

·         Kathy Bates as Bob Jewel, a desperate mother who finds her son (Paul Walter Hauser) falsely accused of causing the 1996 Atlanta Bombings in RICHARD JEWELL

·         Laura Dern as Nora Fanshaw, the attorney who represents Nicole in MARRIAGE STORY

·         Scarlett Johansson as Rosie, JoJo’s (Roman Griffin Davis) compassionate mother who’s hiding a Jewish girl (Tomasin McKenzie) in JOJO RABBIT

·         Florence Pugh as Amy March, a bratty kid who becomes a practical painter after some hard learned wisdom in LITTLE WOMEN

·         Margot Robbie as Kayla Pospisil, an eager up and coming Fox News Executive subjected to sexual harassment by Roger Ailes (John Lithgow) in BOMBSHELL

Who Will Win?

Laura Dern takes the lead for her supporting performance. It’s all thanks to her first appearance.

When she first meets Nicole, Nora approaches her like high school friends at a sleep over; putting her feet on the couch and letting Nicole air her grievances. I’m surprised she didn’t pull out the ice cream. In another scene, she delivers an excellent monologue about the unrealistic standards society places on Mothers, especially during Divorce cases. Dern brings a lot of personality to her character into what little screen time she has.

Dern also shines in the courtroom scenes as she brushes off Ray Liotta’s rebuttals. While Liotta’s loud and blunt, Dern’s a cool assassin who uses Nicole’s anecdotes as weapons against Charlie.

[1] And one flashback scene strongly implies he did.

#random richards #academy award nominee #academy awards #best actor #best actress #best supporting actor #best supporting actress #arthur fleck #joaquin phoenix #joker #sntonio banderas #pain and glory #leonardo dicaprio #rick dalton #once upon a time in hollywood #adam driver #marriage story #brad pitt #scarlett johansson #laura dern #jonathan price #pope francis #two popes #anthony hopkins #pope benedict xvi #tom hanks #fred rogers #a beautiful day in the neighborhood #the irishman #al pacino

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Redneck Romeo (Rough Riders #15)(27) Author: Lorelei James

“Dramatic much? Since you’re the last one here, by default you’re selected to help me put away the equipment.”

“Mmm-hmm. Give me a day or two to get back to normal.”

“Dalton.”

“But if I die…dyin’ was worth it.”

“Excuse me?”

“Seeing your ass in yoga pants? Definitely worth havin’ this post-yoga paralysis.”

Rory leaned over and thumped him on the chest. She shrieked when Dalton’s hands circled her biceps and he tugged her to the mat, rolling to pin her body beneath his.

“Omigod, you pervert. Get off me.”

He grinned. “Say please.”

“I’m so gonna kick your ass, McKay.”

“Bring it, but I’m pretty sure I’ve got you locked down, yogi.”

She studied him. God. She could get lost in the masculine planes and angles of his face. The man was just too damn good-looking. Her gaze dropped to his full lips. Lips that could be hard and yet soft. Lips that could coax and tease. Full lips that showcased his panty-dropping smile. Lips that were curled into a very cocky smirk. “Were you faking?”

“Nope. My body aches like a motherfucker right now.” He bent to nuzzle her neck. “I wanna taste you, Aurora. Lick the salt off your skin.”

Why was this turning her on?

Then Dalton’s tongue snaked out and swept down the side of her throat. His deep, male groan vibrated right down the center of her. “I’m dying to learn every inch of you with my mouth.”

Rory’s body arched when his lips connected with the skin below... Continuous reading: Read Redneck Romeo (Rough Riders #15)(27) online free by Lorelei James

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New Releases: Comics and Direct Market May 17, 2017

Here's a look at what's new in comic stores Wednesday, May 17 2017, courtesy of TFAW:

Comics

451 MEDIA GROUP 

Red Dog #4 (of 6) (Forbes Cover)$3.99

Red Dog #4 (of 6) (Velez Cover)$3.99

 AARDVARK VANAHEIM 

Cerebus In Hell #4$4.00

 ACTION LAB ENTERTAINMENT 

Miraculous #11 (Cover A)$4.99

Miraculous #11 (Cover B)$4.99

Peter David Artful #6 (Cover A - Neubert)$3.99

Peter David Artful #6 (Cover B - Neubert Concept Sketch)$4.99

Zombie Tramp Ongoing #35 (Cover A - Mendoza)$3.99

Zombie Tramp Ongoing #35 (Cover B - Mendoza Risque)$4.99

Zombie Tramp Ongoing #35 (Cover C - Mckay Schoolgirl)$4.99

Zombie Tramp Ongoing #35 (Cover D - Mckay Schoolgirl Risque)$4.99

Zombie Tramp Ongoing #35 (Cover E - Rodrix)$4.99

Zombie Tramp Ongoing #35 (Cover F - Rodrix Risque)$4.99

 AFTERSHOCK COMICS 

American Monster #6 (resolicited)$3.99

Animosity #7$3.99

Eleanor & The Egret #2$3.99

World Reader #2$3.99

 ALTERNATIVE COMICS 

Reich #6 (of 12)$4.00

 AMERICAN MYTHOLOGY PRODUCTIONS 

Equilibrium #3$3.99

Equilibrium #3 (Stark World B/W Subscription Cover)$3.99

Stargate Atlantis Hearts & Minds #1 (Larocque Cover)$3.99

Stargate Atlantis Hearts & Minds #1 (Limited Dan Parsons B&W Cover)$7.99

Stargate Atlantis Hearts & Minds #1 Ltd Retailer Incv Photo$7.99

Stargate Atlantis Hearts & Minds #1 (Photo Cover)$3.99

 ANTARCTIC PRESS 

Blade Bunny Vol. 2 #6$3.99

Gold Digger #242$3.99

Rad Island (One Shot)$3.99

 ARCHIE COMICS 

Archie #20 (Cover A - Regular Pete Woods)$3.99

Archie #20 (Cover B - Variant Elliot Fernandez)$3.99

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Touken Ranbu Online Yamanbagiri Kunihiro Nendoroid$53.99

Touken Ranbu Online Yamanbagiri Kunihiro Nendoroid$53.99

Triple Crown Sofubi$118.99

Ultraman Ultra Seven S.h.figuarts AFAR

Ultraman Ultra Seven S.h.figuarts AFAR

Uprisings Dark Blue Ed FigureAR

Walking Dead Figure Coll Mag #28 Dale$19.95

Walking Dead Figure Coll Mag #29 Aaron$19.95

Wonder Woman Foiled Print Logo 950 Snap Back Cap$28.00

Wonder Woman Foiled Print Logo 950 Snap Back Cap$28.00

Wonder Woman Rubber Print Logo 950 Snap Back Cap$28.00

Wonder Woman Strength Grace Love 950 Snap Back Cap$28.00

Wonder Woman Symbol 5950 Fitted Cap Sz 7 3/8$48.00

Wonder Woman Symbol 5950 Fitted Cap Sz 7 5/8$48.00

World of Nintendo Plush Wv11 AsstAR

Wwe Triple H S.h.figuarts AFAR

Wwe Triple H S.h.figuarts AFAR

 Movies

Gold Digger the Movie DVD$24.95

 Statues

Batman Animated Series Batgirl Bust$59.99

Bungo Stray Dogs Osamu Daza 1/7 Pvc Figure$209.99

Kingdom Hearts II Sora Static Arts Gallery Statuette$49.99

Wonder Woman Movie Wonder Woman & Steve Trevor Statue$275.00

 Toys

Beetlejuice Lydia Vinimate$9.99

DC Blueline Wonder Woman Action Figure$40.00

Batman The Animated Series Gallery Poison Ivy Pvc Figure$45.00

Forbidden Planet Robbie The Robot Vinimate$9.99

Iron Giant Vinimate$9.99

IZombie Liv Moore Season 2 Action Figure$19.99

Marvel Minimates Series 72 Assortment Wolverine Comic$119.88

Marvel Minimates Series 73 Assortment Spidey Homecoming$119.88

Watchmen Comedian Vinimate$9.99

Watchmen Nite Owl Vinimate$9.99

Watchmen Rorshach Vinimate$9.99

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