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Welcome!
I'm an avid fanfiction reader (since around 2015). I have decided, after quite a long break from writing that I would finally upload some of my fics! I'm open to requests, however there are only a few things I will be writing for as of now. Down below you can see the shows I write for and the character I can write as!
Stranger Things
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Steve Harrington
Robin Buckley
Nancy Wheeler
Jonathon Byers
Sailor Moon
Usagi Tsukino/ Sailor Moon
Ami Mizuno/ Sailor Mercury
Rei Hino/ Sailor Mars
Makoto Kino/ Sailor Jupiter
Minako Aino/ Sailor Venus
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Marc Spector
Jake Lockley
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In Space With Markiplier
Mark
Gunther
Burt
Celci
Mack
West Side Story 2021
Maria
Tony
Riff
Diesel
Baby Johnny
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Words: 2.4k
Summary: Danny goes to great lengths to ensure that, like the rest of the band, he too can grow facial hair
Warnings: language, the occult, Burt Reynolds, mentions of blood and ghosts
Note: I watched Late Night with the Devil last night and it shows
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Danny’s Apartment - 3:12pm
Danny sat cross-legged on the floor of his Nashville apartment in total darkness, with the exception of a circle of lit candles that surrounded him in a flickering halo. His eyes were squeezed shut, and he muttered incantations under his breath, his voice lower and more serious than its usual register. The flames flared up in one simultaneous roar of energy, and then whooshed out. As the smoke rose to Danny’s nostrils, he took a deep inhale and then blinked his bronze eyes open. He gazed curiously at the figures in front of him, and then smiled.
Retrograde Coffee - 1:04pm (2 hours before)
Danny was already in a sour mood since he had been waiting over 30 minutes for his bandmates to arrive at their local cafe for an informal meeting. They were just under a month away from their next leg of the Starcatcher World Tour, and Josh had insisted they come together to make final preparations. When Danny first took a seat in the corner booth decorated with terrariums and vines, he was looking forward to discussing how they could switch up their setlist, and if Josh had brainstormed any new jumpsuit ideas. However, after nursing down 3 cold brews, he was starting to feel antsy.
Danny was on the brink of leaving when he saw Sam casually fling open the cafe door 47 minutes late, the tinny bell tinkling over his head. Danny could tell that Sam was scanning around for him, but opted to pretend like he hadn’t noticed him, instead focusing his attention on his phone screen. It took Sam a while to come to his side, but after hearing him clear his throat, Danny looked up.
“Nice of you to come,” he greeted Sam.
“Traffic was killer,” Sam explained as he took a seat in the booth opposite Danny. Sam only lived three blocks away, but Danny decided to let it slide. If he had to put money on it, Sam was probably gardening in his backyard with Rosie and had entirely forgotten about the meeting. “Jake and Josh aren’t here yet?” Sam asked, finally removing his oversized sunglasses and perching them on the crown of his head.
“Nope,” Danny said while playing with his three empty cups. Sam pretended to look surprised even though they both knew that the twins would show up whenever they wanted. Sam sighed and moved his fingers through the thick mustache that comfortably sat on his upper lip. Danny gazed at his facial hair with interest. It had become a staple part of Sam’s look over the last year or so, but Danny was still trying to get used to it. He had been around Sam’s baby face for so long that seeing that dark hair above his lip and on his chin almost felt like he had drawn it on himself as a joke.
“I’m gonna order something,” Sam excused himself. “I’ll need a pick-me-up for whatever bullshit Jake and Josh are bringing to the table today.”
And with that, Sam scooted out of the booth and trekked over to the register to pester the barista about the cafe’s non-dairy options. Danny started to mindlessly scroll through Instagram, but was cut short when Jake and Josh clamored into the cafe.
“I did not hit you when I was pulling in,” Jake was arguing loudly with his brother.
“Explain that to the bruise that’s growing on my elbow then,” Josh barked back.
Jake wiped at his face with frustration. “You can’t expect me to slam on my brakes fast enough when you come popping out of nowhere in the middle of my parking spot.”
“So you admit it! You did hit me!”
Jake shouldered Josh away from him and stormed to Danny’s booth.
“Hey,” he gruffly grumbled, throwing himself into the vinyl booth. Josh slid in next to Danny and immediately thrust his elbow in his face.
“Look at that!” Josh pointed at his bruise which was, to his credit, starting to turn purple. “This lunatic flew out of nowhere and bonked into me!”
“You’re fine,” Jake rolled his eyes.
“Right on the funny bone!” Josh continued to complain.
Sam, done annoying the barista, returned back to the table looking content. He gazed around at Danny and his brothers and then squinted at Jake. Jake looked back at him with an arched eyebrow.
“You growing something there?” Sam asked, motioning at Jake’s upper lip. Jake’s tense shoulders eased and he leaned back in his seat, letting out a soft chuckle. Danny hadn’t noticed it before, but Jake was sprouting some brown, wiry hairs on his upper lip.
“I thought I’d give it another try,” Jake admitted. “It’s bound to fully grow in one of these days.”
“Well, you’re guaranteed to have more luck than Daniel no matter what,” Sam joked.
“Hey!” Danny protested. His inability to grow decent facial hair had been a soft spot for him for a while, and Sam knew that was a joke that hurt more than it hit. His face darkened when he was met with laughter, and Josh chimed in.
“I think a single hair on your lip would be more than Danny has grown in his 25 years.”
“Come on,” Danny grumbled into his lap. He had some peach fuzz on his upper lip and chin, but no matter how many times he shaved over it, it never quite amounted to anything. It was like Danny had been cursed by some vengeful spirit, and his bandmates were taking the piss out of him over it.
“It is a shame we can’t all go out there with the same facial hair,” Jake added. “We could have built a brand around it.”
“You're ruining it for all of us, Daniel,” Sam joked.
Danny cleared his throat and motioned for the bathroom. “I gotta go.”
“Are you okay?” Josh suddenly looked concerned. Danny’s hands were balled into fists, but he hid them under the table and nodded his head.
“Peachy.”
Josh opted to say nothing more and slid out from the booth so Danny could power to the back of the cafe. Instead of heading for the men’s room, he made his way into the alleyway behind the restaurant. And then he ran to his apartment.
Danny’s Apartment - 3:13pm
“Thank you for joining me,” Danny smiled warmly at the spirits surrounding him. “I’ve found myself in a bit of a predicament and need your guidance.”
Freddie Mercury, Burt Reynolds, and Clark Gable stared back at Danny with interest.
“Speak your truth,” Freddie encouraged him. Danny took a deep breath.
“The cards I’ve been dealt in this lifetime have unfortunately left me unable to grow any facial hair.”
Burt Reynolds covered his hands over his ghost mouth in shock. Danny gave him a sad nod, like he couldn’t believe it too.
“If there is anything, literally anything, you can do to help me, please, I beg of you. Tips, encouragement, dark magic, I’ll take any of it.”
Clark Gable cleared his throat. “I always found that I could grow a mustache faster after adding vermouth to my drinks.”
Danny considered this, but wasn’t fully satisfied with the answer. There had to be a faster and more certain way to guarantee that he would get hair on his face.
“You need to get the testosterone pumping,” Burt Reynolds shared. “Lift some weights, eat raw meat, shoot something, smoke a cigar on the hour, every hour.”
Sounds like an average day in the life of Oliver Reed, Danny thought with a grimace. The facial hair meant a lot to him, but running the risk of turning into an Oliver Reed wannabe also made his skin crawl. That shit wasn’t worth it. Plus, he really didn’t like the idea of eating raw meat.
“You’re not happy with those answers, are you?” Freddie gazed at Danny. It came as a relief to Danny that he didn’t have to be the one to say it. He shrugged, and Freddie nodded with understanding. “If you were able to conjure us here today, I think you’re more than capable of doing something that will get you nearly immediate results.”
Danny leaned forward. This was what he was looking for.
“Oh brother,” Burt Reynolds groaned out. “Not Freddie going off with the witchcraft again.”
“It’s a passion of mine,” Freddie grew defensive. “It’s interesting, darling. But I understand you’re too busy chewing on Cuban cigars to care.”
“No need to get catty,” Burt Reynolds held up his hands in defense. Freddie returned his attention to Danny.
“It’s not an easy spell to pull off, but if you get it right, you’ll be thanking me a hundred times over.”
“Tell me everything,” Danny locked eyes with him.
Retrograde Coffee - 4:18pm
Jake, Josh, and Sam were all at the cafe, still waiting for Danny to return from the bathroom.
“He must be having some mad diarrhea right now,” Jake commented. Sam checked his watch and pursed his lips together.
“It’s been nearly three hours. Maybe he left.”
“Why would he do that?” Josh asked.
“Beats me,” Sam admitted. “Oh, wait,” Sam perked up. “There's the man of the hour.”
Danny came shuffling back to their booth, cradling a wooden bowl in his hands with care, so as not to spill it.
“Is that soup?” Sam looked intrigued. “I didn’t know this place did soup.”
Danny ignored his friend and took a seat beside Josh, who peeked inside the bowl. He immediately looked troubled when he saw that there was what seemed like a decent amount of blood in the bowl, mixed with some other stuff he didn’t want to get a closer look at. Jake only caught a glimpse of the red and nodded with approval.
“Tomato soup? Good stuff to ease an upset stomach after all the shitting you must have done.”
“Huh?” Danny snapped out of it for a second. Jake opened his mouth to respond, but Danny refocused and held a hand up to stop him. “I need something from all of you.”
“Pepto Bismol?” Jake guessed. Danny pulled a pair of tweezers out of his shorts pocket. Josh immediately scooted farther away from Danny with a nervous squeak, pressing himself against the wall of the cafe. Danny clicked the tweezers together and looked around at the brothers. Jake and Sam were starting to pick up on Josh’s anxiety and stared at Danny with alarm.
“This will be fast and easy, as long as you cooperate,” Danny told them. Jake gulped.
Since Josh was closest to him, even though he was trying to cram himself farther and farther into the wall, Danny leaned towards him, secured the tweezers around a long strand of hair on his chin, and tore it out.
“YEOWCH!” Josh hollered out, slapping a hand to the spot where his hair had been removed.
“Thank you,” Danny spoke as he dropped the hair into his bowl. “See?” he looked across at Jake and Sam. “Not so bad.”
“What the hell is going on?” Sam demanded.
“I’m getting what I want, and what I deserve,” Danny continued to speak in a soothing voice that chilled the rest of the table. “You said it yourself. I’m ruining things for everyone here, so I’m fixing it.”
“What are you talking about?” Jake furrowed his brow.
“Hold still,” Danny told him. Jake tried to duck out of the way, but he wasn’t fast enough for Danny, who leaned across the table, held Jake in place with a firm grip on his shoulder, and pulled one of the few hairs on his upper lip out.
“Now my mustache is gonna be super duper patchy,” Jake whined. Danny dropped his hair into the bowl and then studied Sam. Sam returned the gaze with a look of defeat and held out his hand to Danny.
“Give me the tweezers, I’ll do it myself,” he said.
With his three bandmates’ facial hair in the bowl, Danny used his index finger to swirl the mixture together.
“Deus mystace crescere me,” Danny chanted the words Freddie had taught him as he swirled everything five times clockwise, and then five times counterclockwise. He let out a low humming noise and closed his eyes, raising the bowl towards the industrial ceiling of the cafe.
“People are watching,” he could hear Jake nervously whisper.
“How could you not,” Sam said back quietly.
Danny opened his eyes and brought the bowl back down to the table. He dipped two fingers into the concoction and brought it to his lip.
“Oh, gross,” Josh commented. Jake and Sam made similar disgusted noises as they watched Danny spread the red across his upper lip and below on his chin.
“Deus mystace crescere me,” Danny repeated three more times with power. And then it happened. The mixture of blood, facial hair, and some other stuff Danny wasn’t proud of collecting sucked into his skin, starting its work beneath the surface, just like Freddie said it would.
Danny had gotten what he wanted, so he rose to his feet, gave his bandmates a small smile and a wave. “Well, see you all later.”
And with that, he left the cafe with his head held high.
“What the actual fuck was that?” Josh broke the stunned silence of the table.
Danny’s Apartment - 6:42am
Danny woke at the crack of dawn the next day and immediately knew that something was different. His hand moved up to his face and curiously felt around, stopping right below his nose. He sprung out of bed and stationed himself in front of the bathroom mirror, gaping at his reflection.
Atop his upper lip and on the tip of his chin was the most beautiful facial hair Danny had ever seen.
“Looking good, darling!” Freddie Mercury congratulated him through the mirror. “I knew you could do it!”
“I still think the witchcraft is a step out of bounds,” Burt Reynolds mumbled.
“Wait, where did the blood come from?” Clark Gable looked around in terror.
Danny ignored the spirits and rubbed his fingers across his hair, beaming wide.
#greta van fleet#gvf#daniel wagner#danny wagner#danny gvf#jake kiszka#josh kiszka#sam kiszka#gvf fic#gvf fanfic#gvf fanfiction#greta van fleet fic#greta van fleet fanfic#greta van fleet fanfiction#facial hair#sorry this is a weird one#I just needed to write something to get back into the swing of things
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Dead in the Water (Rewrite Challenge)
This is my submission for @choicesprompts Rewrite Challenge.
Not gonna lie, when I first read about this event my first two thoughts were: “Not ANOTHER event!” quickly followed by, “As fanfic authors, all we do is rewrite.” Not to mention, I already have UnRomance, my rewrite of 9 ½ Weeks.
However, the more I thought about it, the more the idea grew on me. After all, I have plans (unfulfilled at the moment) to rewrite 16 Candles with Drake Walker as Jake Ryan, and possibly Striptease, based on the book by Carl Hiaasen and the movie starring Demi Moore, Burt Reynolds, and Ving Rhames.
So, I figured why not? Like so many others here, I initially took inspo from Grey’s Anatomy (and I still may write that story) but went with another version of dark and twisty: THIS iconic scene from How to Get Away with Murder.
Not sure I can do it justice, but gonna try. (My writing skills are rusty AF) I could have just rewritten the actual scene but wanted to provide readers with context/background while staying faithful (somewhat) to at least one of the show’s many Season 1 storylines.
So.Many.Thank yous to those who read this over in parts and pieces. Your encouragement and excitement over this story truly pushed me to finish it. To those who will read this, THANK YOU! Your reads, likes, comments, and/or reblogs are appreciated more than you will ever know.
Please excuse any and all typos, missing/extraneous words, and/or grammatical errors. MS Editor rates this story as 99% error free.
Story contains a couple of OCs, and my (and possibly Shonda Rhimes’) version of PB characters.
Song Inspo: Human, Rag n Bone
Word Count: 2,500
Pairing: Liam x Riley
Rating: M for Mature themes
Two weeks ago
The car drove silently through the empty streets of the duchy, streetlights occasionally and briefly illuminating the planes and angles of the driver’s face, and the knuckles of their hand on the steering wheel.
No one saw either.
The car entered the Warehouse District where the streetlamps were fewer, the buildings boxier, and the potholes were plentiful. The driver’s eyes squinted as they took a sharp turn into a narrow, dead-end alleyway, coming to a stop in front of a dumpster. They pulled a ski mask over their face and tugged a pair of leather gloves that had been laying in the passenger seat onto their hands before quietly exiting and retrieving the plastic-wrapped bundle from the back seat, hoisting it over their shoulder.
The figure was dressed completely in black: soft-soled shoes, shirt, pants, gloves, balaclava. They traipsed easily up the ladder that led to a building’s rooftop despite the plastic bag slung over one shoulder. The person was certain they hadn’t been seen or followed but surveyed the still-abandoned streets of the sleeping city below before heading towards the water tower.
With a grunt, they carefully shifted the heavy package to their other shoulder; it was literally dead weight. Their head tilted upwards, staring at the ladder that led to the tower’s catwalk. With a heavy sigh, they lightly trudged the few remaining steps to the steel staircase and began the long climb to the top of the water tank. The person maneuvered more slowly this time; one misstep and there would be two bodies found.
The goal … the hope was no body be found.
Their breathing grew heavier and was an outright pant once they reached the catwalk. They carefully placed the bag down before gloved hands began unwrapping and unrolling the plastic away from the body. As the dead woman was revealed, the person’s eyes raked over the body impersonally.
Her once shapely body was swollen with putrid gases; fortunately, the mentholatum gel the person had spread beneath their nostrils earlier in the evening prevented them from smelling anything foul.
Her flawless skin was mottled and bruised from long-settled blood. Lipstick still stained her lips, which were twisted in a grimace. From the struggle that ended in her death, or the fact that she was nobility wrapped in cheap plastic and tarp, no one would ever know. Her uncombed tresses had bald spots from postmortem hair loss and appeared to be the texture of straw. Her bare breasts were flaccid, nipples pointed downward.
Her feet were grotesquely misshapen from the bloat.
Reluctantly, their eyes pulled themselves away from the subject of a national manhunt and focused on the door; a combination lock kept the door sealed. Their hands went to the tool bag hanging from their leather belt, fingers extracting a pair of 12” bolt cutters. Eyes narrowed in concentration, they neatly cut the lock off before pushing the door fully open
Scooping the dead woman from the catwalk, and cradling the body next to their chest, the person entered the facility; it was pitch-dark and filled with the humming of pipes and pumps regulating the flow of water throughout not one, but two duchies. Operating by feel, the person came to a stop when they bumped the guardrail. With another grunt, they outstretched their arms and heaved the body downward into the tank of water that encircled the room from guardrail to floor.
There was a loud splash, then nothing. The person stood for a few moments more, thinking they should say a prayer for the dead or themselves, but they left without a word for either of them. Outside, they pulled the door shut, gathered the broken lock and sullied plastic, and made their way back down to the street.
At the dumpster, the person stuffed the plastic bag, the broken lock, the face covering, and the gloves inside. As they strode towards the car, they fished a cellphone from their shirt pocket and quickly dialed a number.
The call was picked up, but there was no greeting.
They didn’t expect one.
“It’s done,” they said tersely before hanging up, and climbing into the vehicle.
Present Day
Agata Laskaris and Elias Drakos were ex-lovers who both worked for the Cordonian Ministry of Environmental Health; on this afternoon they were partnered to inspect water towers throughout the Duchy of Krona. It hadn't been too horrible of a workday: The inspections had been cursory at best, and the pair had always worked well together. It helped that their breakup hadn’t been contentious.
Agata had (thankfully) come to the discovery that she was a lesbian. Elais didn’t blame her for her sexuality, nor did he feel he had been led on. What did sting, however, was Agata thanking him for helping her to realize that fact after their third romp.
Immediately after.
She really didn’t know how to let a guy down easy.
“What are your thoughts on the missing noble lady?” Agata asked as they crossed the rooftop, headed for the water tower’s ladder.
“It’s been a month. She’s either dead or run off somewhere. Probably never got over social season … to be considered the front runner and then tossed over for another? I’d been on the first thing smoking out of here.”
‘You would,” Agata teased as she began climbing the ladder. “Don’t look at my ass!”
“Your ass is looking at me,” Elias retorted.
At the catwalk, they both stared in puzzlement at the shut door missing its padlock.
“Who cut the fucking lock?” Elias grumbled.
“Probably teenagers. You know they like to climb the towers and lay on the catwalk on clear nights,” Agata offered dismissively. “It isn’t the first time this has happened and won’t be the last until we get the control panels installed. Now, come on! It’s our last tower of the day; let’s get the water readings and go grab a beer.”
Elias nodded, and entered the tank first, his ex close behind him. His fingers found the light switch easily, and they both blinked as bright fluorescent lighting filled the metal enclosure. Agata’s nose wrinkled at a faint stench, seemingly wafting from the water.
“Something’s off,” she remarked as she walked towards the opposite wall where digital thermometers and computer panels flashed numbers and temperatures.
“Aggie,” Elias rasped, his voice filled with dread.
Agata looked over her shoulder, slightly irritated. She really wanted that beer. “What’s wrong?”
Elias, his face pale, pointed his index finger towards the vast pool of water below, where a body clad only in red panties bobbed. “We’ve found the missing aristocrat.”
The Capital
The Queen sat on the side of her marital bed as she slowly hung up the antique French telephone, taking care to quietly place the receiver back into the cradle. Her French-manicured fingertips plucked at the lacy fringe hanging from the bed’s duvet, while her eyes studied the egret-colored Louis XV Savonnerie carpet beneath her bare feet.
The Queen was enamored with all things French, her favorites being wine, kisses, and perfume. Her husband provided with two of the three; his kisses were reserved for someone else … anyone else, other than his wife.
The King would beg to differ.
The monarch’s brow creased as she processed the telephone call:
She felt relief that the hussy had been found; she and the King had presented a united front regarding the disappearance, insisting the King’s Guard take lead in the investigation and closely collaborate with the Cordonian Ministry of Criminal Investigation and Public Safety.
The Queen hadn’t wished death upon the noblewoman, but this outcome at least guaranteed the two would never meet again on an earthly plane. And that was something to praise the Lord for.
But among the relief, there was trepidation; she now had to confront her husband.
One month ago, Bastien Lykel, Head of the King’s Guard, stood before his Queen offering her a plain cardboard box filled with items from the missing noblewoman’s bedchambers that would hopefully yield clues as to her whereabouts.
“Set it on my desk,” Her Majesty directed in a snappish tone as she plucked yellowed leaves from a floor plant sat in a far corner of her formal study. Her heels sank silently into the plush rug as she made her way to the wastebasket before turning to face the guard. “And not one word to the King. Do we have an understanding, Mr. Lykel?”
The sentry took in the Queen’s haughty expression and slightly arched eyebrow, then nodded. “We do.”
A satisfied smirk curled her lip. “Excellent.”
The Queen watched the door close behind Bastien, then made her way to the bar cart to pour herself a full glass of wine before seating herself at the bureau to sort through the box’s contents.
A red bikini top which smelled of chlorine. Obviously, the woman had gone swimming in her estate’s Olympic-sized indoor pool sometime between her last public appearance and her disappearance.
But where was the bikini bottom?
A day planner; the Queen idly thumbed through its pages, noticing that some days and dates were marked with actual events and appointments, while others merely had locations such as “coffeeshop” or duchy names scribbled across them.
Two positive pregnancy tests. The Queen stared at them dumbfounded while slowly sipping the rich merlot, her mind churning. Her hand absently drifted down to her belly, her fingertips trailing across her midsection. She and the King had been trying for a child, but all they had to show for it so far was a miscarriage.
She set her wine glass down a bit more harshly than intended before scrabbling her hands through the box, pushing aside parking citations, the woman’s wallet, and pieces of valuable jewelry as she searched for electronic devices.
But there was no tablet, no laptop.
Why? Where were they?
However, there was a cellphone that the guards had unlocked. The Queen snatched it up, her fingernails tapping furiously against the screen. Her heart was heavy and her breath ragged as she pulled up text messages. The noblewoman had been smart. Nothing incriminating there.
The Queen wracked her brain figuring out where else she could get confirmation of her suspicions, and then it hit her. The photo gallery.
It was filled with selfies of the missing noblewoman, her expressions varied: bright smiles, sultry looks, with and without makeup. Her locations varied as well: galas, gardens, the Eiffel Tower, New York City.
The Queen impatiently scrolled through photos of the noblewoman with members of court in both public and private settings until one picture made her stop. Her eyes widened before thinning in anger and resignation.
The Queen had always thought but had never known.
Until now.
She carefully set the phone upon the desktop, then picked up her wineglass.
Her maid came running when she heard the glass shatter against a wall.
The Queen sighed heavily before rising from the bed. It had been a long day, and even longer month. Her fingers nimbly unbuttoned her silk bouse, slipping it down over her shoulders and arms; her hands reached behind her to unzip her pencil skirt. The fabric whispered against the carpeting as it fell. Clad only in bra and panties, the monarch pushed her feet into plush slippers, and made her way to her vanity.
Seated in a straight back chair, she stared at her reflection in the mirror; the Queen’s face stared back at her. Flawless hair and makeup. Stately jewelry. Pursing her lips, she began removing her jewelry piece by piece: pearl earrings, pearl necklace, diamond-encrusted gold bracelet. She broke her gaze from the mirror to stare at her wedding ring, her fingers tugging and pulling at the circular metal.
She and her husband had a union, not a marriage. Had it ever been anything else?
The Queen stopped fiddling with the ring; it would remain on her finger. Her gaze caught sight of her elaborate, upswept hairstyle; her hand curled around the edge of her hairline as she snatched the wig off in one fell swoop. Beneath, her natural hair was short and curly with some frizz at the ends.
She closed her eyes, her fingers removing the false eyelashes by rote. The Queen tossed them gingerly into the nearby trashcan; they resembled hairy spider legs to her. She then reached for wipes to remove her makeup; she scrubbed lightly at first, then harder as rouge and foundation painted and stained the damp cloths.
Beneath the painted veneer she presented to the world as Queen of Cordonia, was a black woman named Riley Brooks. A former waitress from Brooklyn, NY. She had enough intelligence and personality to get Cordonian to accept her, but still the country hadn’t done so fully.
She was American, which meant foreign.
Even though Liam was Asian, he was only half-Korean and was never referred to as Queen Eleanor’s son. No, Liam was always the King’s son. The white King’s son.
No one but Liam knew what lay beneath her artificial beauty: the pockmarks, the scars, the dark bags beneath her eyes. How dark her skin truly was.
That was trust, right? And trust was a form of love, right?
Riley was staring at her naked face when the door to the bedchambers opened and Liam strode in, heading directly towards her. When he reached Riley’s side, he leaned in to give her a lingering kiss on her cheek.
It wasn’t an insincere gesture, but definitely more routine than romantic.
“I just heard the Countess’ body was found today, in a water tower of all places,” he said as he straightened up to shrug off his suit jacket.
No response from Riley, who was moisturizing her face and neck.
“The Palace will release a statement this evening saying that a criminal investigation will be launched at the highest priority. Of course, we’ll go visit Godfrey and Adelaide first thing in the morning.”
“Of course. Madeleine was a valued member of this Court,” Riley replied dully as she resumed staring at her reflection.
The King threw her a brief glance, puzzlement in his expression. “You’re quiet this evening. Are things well with you?”
Riley’s fingers were pulling open one of the vanity’s drawers.; her hand curled around the cellphone.
“Liam?”
He adjusted his jacket on a hanger before turning to fully face his wife. “Yes, love?”
Riley pulled out the phone, already open to a picture, and held it out so Liam could see it. The photo was a dick pic, and not a selfie that had been sent. No, this picture was taken at eye level, up close and personal. Every detail was visible: the bulging vein along its underside, the curve to the left, the hand fisted at its base with the signet ring on the right ring finger.
Maintaining eye contact with her husband, the Queen asked in a steady voice that belied the sinking in her stomach, “Why is your penis on a dead woman’s phone?”
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1980s Horror Film Character Names
I totally forgot I’d started making this last year! I think I never posted it because I wanted to find more names, but there’s already a decent amount and I don’t feel like being that tedious about names right now lol.
It’s first & last names (separated for mix & match potential) of characters from iconic late 1970s & 1980s horror movies. I think I started looking for cheesier B-movies to pull from, but yeah it’s been a whole year so I forget.
First Names
Alice
Allen
Allison
Ally
Amy
Angela
Annie
Arnie
Artie
Axel
Barry
Bill
Billy
Bobby
Brady
Brenda
Brent
Brett
Brooke
Buddy
Burt
Buzz
Carol Anne
Carter
Casey
Charley
Charlie
Chili
Christine
Chuck
Cindy
Courtney
Craig
Cynthia
Dana
Darcy
Debbie
Demi
Dennis
Diane
Donna
Doug
Doyle
Duane
Elaine
Ellie
Emma
Ernie
Ferdy
Foster
Gary
Gene
George
Gerald
Ginny
Glen
Hal
Hank
Helen
Jack
Jackie
Jake
Jason
Jeff
Jennifer
Jerry
Jesse
Jimmy
Joanne
Jodi
Joe
Joey
John
Johnny
Judd
Judy
Kate
Katherine
Kathy
Katie
Kelly
Ken
Kenny
Kim
Kimberly
Kristen
Larry
Laurie
Lea
Leigh
Lenny
Leroy
Linda
Lisa
Liz
Lynn
Marci
Marcia
Marcie
Mark
Mary Lou
Masen
Max
Meg
Megan
Mel
Melissa
Mike
Molly
Monica
Nancy
Ned
Neil
Nick
Nicki
Nikki
Patti
Patty
Paul
Paula
Peter
Phoebe
Polly
Rachel
Ralph
Reilly
Rennie
Richie
Rick
Ricky
Rob
Rod
Roland
Ronnie
Roy
Ruby
Rudolf
Rudy
Russ
Sally
Sandy
Sara
Sarah
Shane
Sharon
Sheila
Shelly
Sissy
Steve
Steven
Susie
Suzie
Tad
Taryn
Teddy
Terri
Tina
Toby
Tom Jesse
Tommy
Tracy
Trish
Valerie
Vic
Vickie
Vicky
Warren
Wendy
Wes
Will
Last Names
Andrews
Angelo
Badger
Baker
Barnes
Barrington
Bates
Baxter
Beringer
Brand
Brewster
Bringsley
Brown
Burke
Burns
Cabot
Camber
Carrington
Cassidy
Caulfield
Challis
Clarke
Cole
Cologne
Corben
Corvino
Costic
Crusel
Cunningham
Daigler
Dandrige
Daniels
Darnell
Darrinco
Deagle
Dier
Doyle
Duke
Dumpkin
Duncan
Essmont
Evans
Field
Franklin
Freeling
Frye
Futterman
Garris
Garth
Geiger
Graham
Gray
Grimbridge
Guilder
Halavex
Hammond
Hanniger
Hardy
Harper
Hawes
Holland
Hopkins
Jachson
Jarvis
Jessup
Junkins
Kemp
Kessler
Kincaid
Kopecky
Kupfer
Lane
Lantz
LeBay
Lynch
Lynn
Macauley
Maloney
McBride
McFadden
McGregor
McNichol
Meeker
Meisel
Mercer
Morgan
Mott
Nagle
Nessler
Newby
Palmer
Parker
Parks
Parsley
Pataki
Peltzer
Penmark
Perry
Pervier
Powers
Priswell
Repperton
Richards
Shote
Spool
Stanton
Stark
Statler
Stavinski
Steele
Stevens
Strauber
Strode
Sykes
Taylor
Thomas
Thompson
Thorn
Toomey
Trenton
Vanders
Venable
Walsh
Warner
Weatherall
Webber
White
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Anemia Part 1
“Blaine, you’ve got to get up. You’re going to be late for work.”
Blaine whimpered and pulled his blanket over his head.
“I’ve tried to tell you a couple of times but I’m going to have to leave soon, babe.” Kurt pulled the blanket back again and then gasped. “Are you okay?”
“I couldn’t sleep.” Blaine said, his voice scratchy. “My head is killing me. I’m freezing. My throat hurts. Really everything hurts. I tried to get up to pee earlier and got dizzy.”
“Why didn’t you wake me up?” Kurt put his head on Blaine’s forehead and his eyes widened in shock. “I’ll be back when I find a thermometer.”
Blaine went to cover his head with his blanket when he heard a faint, “Dadaaaa.” He struggled to sit himself up as both Nick and Zach toddled in.
Nick let out an excited “DADA DADA DADA!” as he tried to climb up to where Blaine was.
Then Blaine heard Sophie starting to cry from her crib. He pushed himself up into a sitting position and then bent over and threw up into the bedside garbage can.
“Nick, Zach, come here!” Kurt called. “Dada doesn’t feel good.”
Zach poked Blaine’s too-rosy cheek and giggled. Nick then giggled too and ruffled Blaine’s curls—both he and Zach’s new favorite hobby after having seen Grampa doing it a few days before. Which secretly didn’t bother Blaine as much as he acted like it did.
When Kurt made it back into the room he couldn’t help but laugh a bit at how pitiful Blaine looked compared to the boys’ gleeful giggles.
“Help.” Blaine rasped as his work cellphone rang. The only person he knew that called the work cellphone this early would have been one of the four ‘bosses’—Tammy Jo, Ryan, Jake, or Bob. Even though Jake still technically wasn’t a manager or boss. That was beside the point.
Kurt rushed back in and answered Blaine’s work phone. “Hey, Bob. He’s sick and slept in… No, he was fine last night. I’m not really sure… Honestly, I don’t know if I’d trust him to drive to the doctor’s office.”
Blaine leaned off of the bed and threw up all over the floor with zero warning.
“Shit, I’ve got to go.” Kurt hung up on Bob and helped Blaine get back on the bed properly since he seemed to be having issues.
“What’s wrong with me?” Blaine whimpered. “I was fine last night.”
“I don’t know but I’m going to see if Carole can watch the boys.” Kurt said as Nick sat on Blaine’s chest. “Hey, Dad. I need to take Blaine to the hospital. Can you and Carole—”
“We’ll be right over.” Burt said before hanging up.
“My heart feels weird too.” Blaine took a deep breath as Kurt went to the changing table and began to replace Zach’s diaper. “The last time I ended up in the hospital minus when I punched my dad, I almost died and they drilled a hole in my head.”
“Oh God.” Kurt looked horrified and said, “Please doesn’t put that stuff out into the atmosphere.”
…
“What’s going on?” Bob plopped in a waiting chair next to Kurt. “Sorry. The text didn’t go through until I was already in court. I got through it as quick as I could.”
“I’m not sure. They’re doing tests.” Kurt sighed. “David is with him. He had been texting me every so often but I… I don’t know. Nobody’s told me anything.”
“I’m sure he’ll be okay. He seemed fine up until yesterday. I should have stopped by to check on him this morning, though. The one time he actually uses that garage that you have piled high with boxes.” Bob checked his watch and then made eye contact with Kurt. “Sarah’s been down, right?”
“No. Her assistant has been.” Kurt bit his lip. “Would Sarah know what’s going on?”
“Even if she knew, she wouldn’t legally be allowed to say anything.” Bob sighed.
“Even with him being your legal son now?”
“She’s a rule stickler when it comes to work.” Bob rolled his eyes.
“Did his case get covered?”
“No. I had it banked due to a health emergency.”
They both looked up when not David but Eric walked out in scrubs. “Hey, he’s asleep but—wait. Would Blaine care if you’re here for this?”
“It’s fine. He’s Blaine’s legal father now.” Kurt said. “Is he okay?”
“Okay…” Eric said, tone pretty urgent. “Both of you level with me, here. How’s he been? Kurt, how much sleep are you all getting? Most importantly him. Also how has eating been going? Are you both getting breaks?”
“What… is going on?” Bob asked, confused.
“He’s Anemic. I’m not talking feeling a little tired. I’m talking you’d think he’d barely had sleep in four months Anemic.”
“Wait, what?” Kurt asked, eyes widening.
“Another three or four weeks of this, he could end up needing blood transfusions. My suspicion is he didn’t even know what his body was trying to tell him because he’s that exhausted.” Eric continued and looked at Bob. “Great on being the legal guardian but you may want to cut him a little slack at work.”
Bob looked surprised. “What?”
“Most people take two to three months to bounce back.” Eric continued, more talking to Kurt now. “I’m going to take a look at his anxiety and depression medicine to see if I can mess with stuff there but this is pretty severe.”
“Can we see him?” Bob asked.
“You can but you all need to get this in check. I get it. Being a parent to twins must be super difficult. But if Blaine or you, Kurt, aren’t operating well the twins will suffer. There has to be work-life balance here. And if there’s something else going on, we need to figure out how to help him. This isn’t good. People can die from anemia if it goes too long.”
“Wait.” Bob cut him off. “You are saying—”
“I’m saying that if we don’t get him to a healthy base level, that there could be irreparable damage. I mean he’s inherited millions. He shouldn’t be this stressed and overwhelmed.”
“What needs to happen?” Kurt asked.
“He needs a break. A legitimate break. Sleep. He needs to be getting in his full meals. All three meals. I’m also talking red meat, pork, and poultry. Seafood, beans, leafy greens, bread, pasta. Not just eating those tiny oat cereal bars. I’ve told him all of this already and wrote him a list. Kurt, can you get time off work?”
Kurt hesitated and then said, “I can get time off but I can’t take paid leave. Legally I’m contracted to work 25 hours per week in the office but I’ve used up my FMLA.”
Eric turned to Bob. “And you’ll give Blaine time off to recover from this.”
“Of course I will.” Bob said, an edge in his voice. “If I had known he was sick and not tired, he wouldn’t have been working.”
“How long does Blaine need to be out of the office?” Kurt asked.
“Two to three months to fully recover if he gets the rest he needs.” Eric said. He then switched his tone of voice to just friend. “Look. Alec and I can come help you all if you need it. Alec’s schedule is a little less hectic than mine but we’re here.”
Kurt opened his mouth to speak when Eric’s pager went off. As he rushed away he called behind him, “The code isn’t for Blaine.”
“Blaine.” Bob groaned and looked up at the ceiling.
“My dad has said his name in that tone so many times.” David came up behind them.
“How is he?” Kurt asked.
“Feeling embarrassed and like shit.” David sat in a free chair in the waiting room making Bob in the middle. “Ready for some overtime?”
Bob looked confused.
“Welcome to anxious and depressed Blaine hiding everything until it comes spewing like a volcano.” David said. “He’s an overachiever and then sometimes ends up figuratively driving into a brick wall at too high a rate of speed.”
Kurt nodded in agreement. “Yeah. It’s happened less since you’ve been around, though.”
“Yeah.” David’s voice was soft and he sighed. “He seemed like he was having a good run. He’s never handled stress super well, though.”
“Do you think he needs counseling?” Bob asked.
“We had a doctor he doesn’t know administer the Beck Depression Inventory. He’s definitely stressed out but it doesn’t seem like he’s having a ton of depression… then again after everything in high school… Honestly you have always been more able to bring him down from this stuff than any doctor or counselor ever could.” David sighed again and then looked at Kurt.
“Can we see him?” Kurt asked.
“Yeah. That’s why I came out.” David led them to an elevator and then into another room.
Blaine was alone except for Marcy who was showing him something on her phone. He brightened up when he saw Kurt and then looked embarrassed when Bob followed behind. “You called him?”
“You didn’t show up at work.” Bob said, neglecting to mention he’d talked to Kurt prior. “Why wouldn’t you ask for help? We are a few houses down, Blaine. I have a whole house of kids and young adults who would love to watch and play with the twins. I would spend all day with them. Shit. I’ve got like four weeks of vacation time I could use to just sit with them so you can shower, eat, and sleep.”
Blaine opened his mouth and closed it several times.
“What?” Bob asked.
“I thought I was just tired.” Blaine admitted. “Truly.”
“You’re overtired.” David said. “And your body is telling you to rest.”
Kurt sat on the edge of the bed with Blaine and played with his curls. “I think sometimes you forget you aren’t alone anymore. You’ve got David, Wes, me, and Bob.”
“You’re in the same boat I am.” Blaine sounded sad.
“Not exactly because I’m getting all my meals in. I’m getting sleep. You can’t just stay up late doing all this house stuff by yourself. We can hire someone to help us clean.”
“No.” Bob said. “Sarah, I, and the kids can help you clean, cook, and we can make sure you two get to eat so you both are taken care of.”
“You can’t take care of the twins if you aren’t taking care of yourselves.” David added. “And, Blaine, you hate the hospital. I know you don’t want to be here.”
Blaine took a deep breath and nodded.
“You have to accept help, Blaine.”
“Are you going to tell Wes?” Blaine winced.
“You need to. Legally I can’t.” David said as Marcy’s pager beeped and she slipped out of the room after squeezing Blaine’s arm affectionately.
“I’d much rather he be mad at me than Wes.” Blaine pointed to Bob.
“Wow. Really?” Kurt asked him, shocked.
Blaine, facial expression very serious, nodded with wide eyes.
“Wait.” David said. “You think Wes is scarier than Bob?”
“Yeah. He’s not afraid to curse at me. Bob doesn’t want to hurt my feelings and make me cry.” Blaine said.
Bob rolled his eyes but didn’t deny it. “How do you feel?”
“Exhausted. Embarrassed.” Blaine bit his lip. “Is my heart going to be okay?”
“It will be if you get enough to eat and rest.” David said.
“But it will take three to six months to replenish your iron levels. Eric is looking into your anxiety and depression medications to see if he can find a better fit. Sometimes that makes a big difference…. Which you already know. That’s something else you could have looked into before reaching where we are now.”
“Do I have to stay here?”
“Maybe overnight. That will be up to Eric or his boss depending on when the decision is made.” David said. “I’d admit you overnight if you were my patient.”
Blaine sighed and then yawned.
“If I were you, I would try to get some rest while Carole and Burt have the twins.”
“Sarah and I can take them tonight and tomorrow.” Bob added. “And you two should be taking us up on bringing you dinner or coming to eat with us. Or, better yet, drop them with us, you two go back home, eat and nap. When you two wake up come over, eat again, and then I can get them down for you so you all can go to sleep. I can’t tell you how many times Mom and Dad took Charlie the first six months. It was invaluable and possibly saved our marriage.”
Blaine bit his lip. “We can’t do that.”
“Yes, you can. No more hospital trips. No more trying to do everything. Accept it. Please.”
“We don’t want to put anyone out.” Kurt said.
“Nonsense. What is family for?”
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My Henry Stickmin Ships Fanchildren (The Henry Stickmin Collection Next Generation) OLD.
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I wanted to draw them but i'm very lazy right now so I'm gonna make a list of them.
1. Cherry Rose Stickmin (Daughter of Henry and Ellie).
2. Antonio Calvin Grit (Oldest son of Charles and Victoria).
3. Lucy Grit Calvin (Youngest daughter of Charles and Victoria).
4. Lukas Rose Spencer (Oldest son of Jacob and Binta (Oc).
5. Eva Spencer Rose (Middle daughter of Jacob and Binta (Oc).
6. Katie Rose Spencer (Youngest daughter of Jacob and Binta (Oc).
7. Jenny "Lion" and Penny "Eagle" Pilksin Banks (Twin daughters of John "Frog" and Gordon "Eel").
8. Jake "Fox" Miller Esteban (Son of Gloria (Oc) and Amelia "Turtle").
9. Trevol Copperbottom (Son of Reginald and RHM).
10. Homura Spencer (Daughter of Bonnie (Oc) and The Witch).
11. Celia Cross Svensson (Daughter of Carol Cross and Earrings (Sasha Svensson).
12. Emilio and Darwin Curtis Svensson (Twin sons of Burt and Sven).
13. Alicia Panpa Price (Daughter of Dave and Rupert).
14. Akane White (Daughter of Felix and Dr. V).
15. Marcy Petrov Galeforce (Adopted daughter of Hubert Galeforce and Dmitri).
16. Snowpick (Son of Icepick and Snowcap, also Snowpick is a combination of Icepick and Snowcap, Funny right?).
17. Elena Macbeth Davis (Daughter of Mr Macbeth and Wiston Davis).
18. Linda (Lin-Lin) Chestersire Plumb (Daughter of Thomas and Greoffrey).
I'll draw them soon I promise!!
#the henry stickmin collection#ships#henry stickmin ships#Henry x Ellie#Charles x Victoria#Panprice#copperright#curtisson#henry stickmin#the henry Stickmin collection next generation#henry Stickmin fanchilds
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most underrated and overrated Glee characters?
This is an interesting question! One that I don't have a 'to go' answer for. Hmmm.... I guess there's a lot of different ways of looking at it?
Underrated Thoughts -
I think Mercedes Jones is will liked in fandom, but incredibly underused by the writers who, unfortunately, didn't seem to know how to write a good story for her.
While I'm in different about Tina, I think she gets shit on a lot both by the writers and fandom, and I don't think it's deserved.
This is going to sound crazy but - I think Rachel is a better character than people give her credit for. Don't get me wrong, she does some shitty things, and can be terrible, but there's also a lot of great comedy from her, too.
I think Marley, Unique, and Jake grow into being interesting people -- but were serviced by really shitty, self contained story lines that didn't help them feel like more than pale comparisons to the original cast. They are, however, interestingly designed characters though.
All of the season 6 newbies don't get enough credit
Carole Hudson. She lives in Burt's shadow a little - but she is a great parent, and one of the few sane adults.
Overrated Thoughts -
In terms of media and the writers, Sue Sylvester was overused. Sure - Jane Lynch is incredibly funny. But Sue's schtick got old really quickly.
Quinn - Look, maybe it's a me thing, but I don't get it. Fandom loves her, Kevin and Jenna love her, I just... can't with most of her story liens. But I mean, to each their own. (Also, in the fwiw department - I do like Dianna Agron just fine.)
Holly Holliday - like, why?
Okay, controversial opinions time... hear me out before you start yelling....
I do like Santana, and I don't necessarily think she's overrated or anything. My one issue is that I think fandom easily dismisses a lot of the really shitty things she says -- specifically thinking of all the stuff she did in early season 3 that's just mean. In general - I'm not really here for any character's fandom to glorify the character without addressing their faults, too.
Brittany - I don't think she's over or underrated, I just think the writers got too carried away with her schtick and over did it, and she lost the sharpness of comedy that came with her.
And then there's Sebastian, whom I have a lot of side-eye thoughts about, but you know what - y'all do you and have fun.
<3
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1900 (Bernardo Bertolucci, 1976)
Cast: Robert De Niro, Gérard Depardieu, Donald Sutherland, Dominique Sanda, Laura Betti, Burt Lancaster, Sterling Hayden, Stefania Sandrelli, Alida Valli, Romolo Valli, Paolo Pavesi, Roberto Maccanti. Screenplay: Franco Arcalli, Giuseppe Bertolucci, Bernardo Bertolucci. Cinematography: Vittorio Storaro. Production design: Maria Paola Maino, Gianni Quaranta. Film editing: Franco Arcalli. Music: Ennio Morricone.
In his attempt at an epic, Bernardo Bertolucci gives us many new and arresting things, but none perhaps more startling -- and ultimately more fatal to the film -- than Robert De Niro playing a passive weakling. The actor known for such aggressors as young Vito Corleone, for Travis Bickle, Jake LaMotta, even Rupert Pupkin seems crucially miscast as the padrone of an Italian estate who can't bring himself to take sides in the conflict between communists and fascists. The De Niro smirk is still there, but it doesn't seem to fit on the face of Alfredo Berlinghieri, who waffles even when his best friend, his boyhood companion Olmo Dalcò (Gérard Depardieu), is threatened by the fascist overseer Attila Mellanchini, played -- not to say overplayed -- by Donald Sutherland. Bertolucci crafts a relationship between Alfredo and Olmo that goes beyond bromance and somehow persists for a lifetime. They are nominally twins, born on the same day in 1901 as the legitimate son of the landowner and the bastard of a peasant on his estate. The film begins with the end of World War II and the routing of the fascists, then flashes back to their birth and boyhood, skips ahead to the end of World War I, the rise and fall of fascism, and concludes with a coda in which the elderly Alfredo and Olmo are still roughhousing. It's meant to be a capsule version of the 20th century -- the original Italian title, Novecento, means "nineteen hundreds." The film is never unwatchable, but its epic ambitions are undone, I think, by Bertolucci's instinct for melodrama at the expense of characterization. The villains, Attila and his companion Regina (Laura Betti), go so far over the top in their evil-doing -- Attila casually kills a small boy with the same coolness with which he slaughters a cat earlier in the film -- that they become almost comic. It's a striking turn in the wrong direction for the director who earlier gave us a subtly intricate look at the character of a fascist with Jean-Louis Trintignant's performance in The Conformist (1970). There are colorful cameos by Burt Lancaster and Sterling Hayden to be savored, and Vittorio Storaro's cinematography and Ennio Morricone's score help the film immeasurably, but the main impression left by 1900 is of a director who overreached himself.
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what do you think some of the b99 characters opinions on glee would be???
jake peralta - it would be his guilty pleasure. he would secretly adore the show but would never be caught dead watching it publicly. he’d care most about blaine and quinn and would empathize w them most due to their issues with their dads. every burt and kurt scene would make him cry. he would also die hearing santana hear mine given that he's a canon swiftie :)
charles boyle - he is canonically a gleek!! he likes sam enough to remember who chord overstreet is, 5 years after glee ended, and I think it's bc sam reminds him of jake <3
rosa diaz - rosa has never heard of glee, but her alternate personality emily goldfinch - the super chatty and smiley one - loves the show and chats about it to her book club friends. rosa is a diehard santana/quinntana stan.
terry jeffords - terry would unironically love that shit. he loves all the characters, has all the songs memorized and ships all the couples hardcore - especially klaine and brittana. once his daughters are a little older, he watches it with them.
captain holt - holt doesn't seem like the type of person to enjoy a show like glee, but I do think that he would really like kurt. he would be really impressed by kurt's storyline in s1-2 and would feel angry about everything the show put him through later on. he would also enjoy santana's coming out arc, but wouldn't be too interested in either klaine or brittana. still, he'd be happy that the show ended with both major gay couples getting married.
amy santiago - her favorite character would probably be mercedes, and I believe she'd like rachel for her ambition and type-a personality. she would be torn on santana bc on one hand, she would love that glee depicted a strong latina woman, but on the other hand she's not a fan of santana's meanness. she's generally not a fan of any of the other 'bully' characters. she would also think that tina deserved better.
gina linetti - she would be an UHT and mike stan and would hate almost everything else. 'the UHT carried the show' is her motto and she'd spend her time making snarky comments whenever anyone else, particularly schue or rachel, is onscreen.
hitchcock & scully - they would discover the show by accident and would end up watching it out of curiosity. they don't have any favorite characters bc they're too lazy to follow along with any of the storylines, and scully just loves it for the singing. hitchcock, being the devoted husband best friend that he is, would try his best to score scully an audition for the show, but he fails bc he ends up on scam sites every time.
#ty anon!! this was really fun 🥰#if anyone else wants to send in any b99/glee asks then please do <3#evelyn answers stuff
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9 12 18
9: What's your all time favourite movie/tv show?
sin WHY 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 /lh
my all time favorite movie should be easy bc i don't watch movies! wait. actually. how do I pick between ghibli movies-
best non anime tv shows i've seen are lucifer and phineas & ferb (i do not watch non anime tv shows often)
top anime i've seen: okay so taking plot, characters AND artstyle into account, violet evergarden's probably at the top? tbhk is taking hold of me very fast but I like the manga more than the anime soo. yeah
12: Your favourite music genres?
is frobisher bay a music genre (I like most genres that aren't country)
18: Do you like reading? If yes what's your favourite book?
i LOVE reading i was that kid who took a book everywhere they went!
top 4.5 books recs:
Greetings From Witness Protection! - Jake Burt (middle grade): An orphan with kleptomania is tossed into a family running from the nation's most notorious criminals. She has to keep her new family, and herself, safe, but threats are always close behind, and one slip up could cost them their lives.
It's a fun, sweet novel with characters that I personally love. If you like found family, give this a read
Orbiting Jupiter - Gary Schmidt (YA/middle grade): I AM TAKING DAMAGE. A family takes in a traumatized 13-14 year old boy named Joseph, who has a bit of a criminal record, and a daughter that he's never even seen. Joseph wants to see her more than anything, but how much will it take to find her?
The story is told by his new younger brother and Joseph's only(?) friend. It's a fairly short read (<200 pages + large font). I love the writing style, the characters... yeah I really liked this one
This Savage Song/Our Dark Duet - V.E. Schwab (YA): A city divided and overrun with monsters. The daughter of a harsh ruler that vows to destroy the shadows and a monster that lurks in it. They have opposing goals, opposing backgrounds, but the city is dangerous all the same, and they share a common goal: they want to survive.
y'all know I love V.E. Schwab!! The first book does NOT focus on romance AT ALL which is great! The second book does have a little romance in it, but it's not the main focus of the story. If you're gonna read v.e. schwab's books I suggest starting with these two because. reasons. but yeah it's pretty tense and a bit sad. Nico read this one too, and he said "It's really good but so fucked up. I'm never reading it again"
bonus book rec: A Darker Shade Of Magic - V.E. Schwab (YA): I have DEFINITELY not gotten far enough into this book to give it any sort of proper review, but it's a fantasy trilogy about three parallel Londons and the Antari that can travel between them. I'm including it here because even though I haven't really read it, everyone who has tells me it's AMAZING, and that monsters of verity (prev rec) pales in comparison.
tysm for asking!!! sorry 4 writing a whole ass essay when u just wanted to know if I read or not 😭😭😭😭
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Backstabbing, Cheating, and Lies. Oh, my!
When Kurt is in Lima for Burt's oncology appointment, Sam reluctantly goes to his room to tell him something he thinks Kurt should know. Kurt's response sets off a chain of events that helps him finally get over Blaine for good.
Sam knocked on Kurt’s open door and then leaned back against the door frame, not actually stepping into Kurt’s room.
“Hey, Sam. What’s up?” Kurt said cheerfully, as he put his phone down and looked up.
“Oh, um. I came to tell you something that I don’t want to tell you.”
“Well, that’s cryptic. Do you or don’t you want to tell me?”
“I want you to know, but I don’t want to be the one to tell you.”
“I see. Well, you can think about it some more before you decide whether to tell me or not.” Kurt reached to pick his phone back up.
“No. No. It’s taken me an hour to talk myself into walking across the hall to talk to you.”
“Alright.”
“So, in Glee Mr. Schue’s was out a couple of weeks ago and we did a Guilty Pleasures theme for a couple of days.”
“I saw the girls. They were great as the Spice Girls. I think their version was actually much better than the original.”
“Yeah. They were great. Um. This isn’t about them though.”
“If you’re worried I’ve lost some respect for you or something for wearing that purple ruffled jacket for ‘Copacabana’, I haven’t. You did a good job on that, by the way.”
“Oh, thanks. It’s not about that either.”
“Jake’s rendition of ‘My Prerogative’ was good. He’s a really good dancer and singer.”
“Yeah.”
“And ‘Wake Me up Before you Go Go’ was great, but it was depressing.”
“Depressing?”
“Yeah. It was just one more thing on the list of things that Blaine can do that I couldn’t. Finn pressured me into not singing the duet with you, saying that I’d paint a target on your back if you sang with me in the choir room. But you and Blaine could sing a duet in the auditorium in neon short shorts, with him wearing glow-in-the-dark fingernail polish, and that was fine. I get it. He’s the right kind of gay guy, and I’m not, even though I have no earthly idea why. His only masculine pursuit is boxing, and he sings as many songs by women as I did. He dresses simultaneously like a toddler who’s outgrown his clothes and hates socks, which is fine because that’s what he likes. I’m not disparaging his wardrobe choices. I’m just pointing out how different from the typical Midwest teen guy clothing his clothes are, yet he doesn’t get hassled for it. His wardrobe has gone from Brooks Brothers to Crayola this year and no one seems to give a care, which is actually great and amazing, yet still hurtful to me. Anyway, I don’t want to talk about the other video that was sent to me. I was stupid to sleep with him during the reception, but we aren’t together. And seeing him sing that song does not make me want to get back with him. I’ve moved on.”
“That was just three weeks ago. And that IS what I actually want to talk about. Sorry.”
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