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thatgirlwithasquid · 2 months

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Stranger Things F/M Pairings AO3 Ranking

The F/M pairings for stranger things teens and their rankings! These are ranked purely on number of works they have on archive of our own, just for a fun comparison cause I like looking at the numbers

Numbers are as of 5th March 2024

1. Jonathan Byers/Nancy Wheeler with 4,716 works

2. Chrissy Cunningham/Eddie Munson with 3,248 works

3. Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler with 2,291 works

4. Jason Carver/Chrissy Cunningham with 384 works

5. Tommy Hagan/Carol Perkins with 197 works

6. Chrissy Cunningham/Steve Harrington with 132 works

7. Eddie Munson/Nancy Wheeler with 99 works

8. Argyle/Eden Bingham with 76 works

9. Steve Harrington/Kali Prasad with 45 works

10. Chrissy Cunningham/Billy Hargrove with 37 works

11. Billy Hargrove/Heather Holloway with 36 works

12. Billy Hargrove/Nancy Wheeler with 32 works

13. Billy Hargrove/Barbara “Barb” Holland with 24 works

14. Eden Bingham/Jason Carver with 21 works

15. Chrissy Cunningham/Gareth with 19 works

16. Steve Harrington/Heather Holloway with 17 works

17. Jonathan Byers/Chrissy Cunningham with 13 works

18. Steve Harrington/Barbara “Barb” Holland with 11 works

19. Steve Harrington/Vickie with 9 works

20. Jonathan Byers/Barbara “Barb” Holland with 8 works || Argyle/Kali Prasad with 8 works

22. Steve Harrington/Tammy Thompson with 7 works || Billy Hargrove/Carol Perkins with 7 works

24. Eddie Munson/Carol Perkins with 6 works || Jason Carver/Nancy Wheeler with 6 works

26. Argyle/Chrissy Cunningham with 5 works

27. Carol/Steve Harrington with 4 works || Heather Holloway/Eddie Munson with 4 works || Jonathan Byers/Kali Prasad with 4 works || Chrissy Cunningham/Jeff with 4 works

31. Barbara “Barb” Holland/Eddie Munson with 3 works || Jonathan Byers/Carol Perkins with 3 works || Argyle/Nancy Wheeler with 3 works

34. Billy Hargrove/Tina with 2 works || Billy Hargrove/Kali Prasad with 2 works || Jonathan Byers/Heather Holloway with 2 works || Chrissy Cunningham/Patrick McKinney with 2 works || Gareth/Barbara “Barb” Holland with 2 works

39. Eden Bingham/Steve Harrington with 1 work || Eddie Munson/Tina with 1 work || Tommy Hagan/Nancy Wheeler with 1 work || Tommy Hagan/Heather Holloway with 1 work || Chrissy Cunningham/Tommy Hagan with 1 work || Billy Hargrove/Tammy Thompson with 1 work || Jonathan Byers/Vickie with 1 work || Eden Bingham/Jonathan Byers with 1 work || Patrick McKinney/Carol Perkins with 1 work || Jason Carver/Kali Prasad with 1 work || Barbara “Barb” Holland/Jeff with 1 work || Fred Benson/Chrissy Cunningham with 1 work || Andy/Chrissy Cunningham with 1 work || Andy/Nancy Wheeler with 1 work || Chance/Nancy Wheeler with 1 work

55. Tommy Hagan/Barbara “Barb” Holland with 0 works || Fred Benson/Nancy Wheeler with 0 works

Robin Buckley hasn't been included in this, since she's canonically a lesbian

Pairings with no ao3 tag:

Steve Harrington/Vicki Carmichael, Steve Harrington/Tina, Eddie Munson/Vickie, Eddie Munson/Vicki Carmichael, Eddie Munson/Kali Prasad, Eddie Munson/Tammy Thompson, Tommy Hagan/Vickie, Tommy Hagan/Vicki Carmichael, Tommy Hagan/Eden Bingham, Tommy Hagan/Tina, Tommy Hagan/Kali Prasad, Tommy Hagan/Tammy Thompson, Billy Hargrove/Vickie, Billy Hargrove/Vicki Carmichael, Billy Hargrove/Eden Bingham, Jonathan Byers/Vicki Carmichael, Jonathan Byers/Tina, Jonathan Byers/Tammy Thompson, Patrick McKinney/Barabara “Barb” Holland, Patrick McKinney/Vickie, Patrick McKinney/Nancy Wheeler, Patrick McKinney/Vicki Carmichael, Patrick McKinney/Eden Bingham, Patrick McKinney/Heather Holloway, Patrick McKinney/Tina, Patrick McKinney/Kali Prasad, Patrick McKinney/Tammy Thompson, Jason Carver/Barbara “Barb” Holland, Jason Carver/Vickie, Jason Carver/Vicki Carmichael, Jason Carver/Heather Holloway, Jason Carver/Tina, Jason Carver/Carol Perkins, Jason Carver/Tammy Thompson, Gareth/Vickie, Gareth/Nancy Wheeler, Gareth/Vicki Carmichael, Gareth/Eden Bingham, Gareth/Heather Holloway, Gareth/Tina, Gareth/Carol Perkins, Gareth/Kali Prasad, Gareth/Tammy Thompson, Argyle/Barbara “Barb” Holland, Argyle/Vickie, Argyle/Vicki Carmichael, Argyle/Heather Holloway, Argyle/Tina, Argyle/Carol Perkins, Argyle/Tammy Thompson, Jeff/Vickie, Jeff/Nancy Wheeler, Jeff/Vicki Carmichael, Jeff/Eden Bingham, Jeff/Heather Holloway, Jeff/Tina, Jeff/Carol Perkins, Jeff/Kali Prasad, Jeff/Tammy Thompson, Fred Benson/Barbara “Barb” Holland, Fred Benson/Vickie, Fred Benson/Vicki Carmichael, Fred Benson/Eden Bingham, Fred Benson/Heather Holloway, Fred Benson/Tina, Fred Benson/Carol Perkins, Fred Benson/Kali Prasad, Andy/Barbara “Barb” Holland, Andy/Vickie, Andy/Vicki Carmichael, Andy/Eden Bingham, Andy/Heather Holloway, Andy/Tina, Andy/Carol Perkins, Andy/Kali Prasad, Andy/Tammy Thompson, Chance/Barbara “Barb” Holland, Chance/Vickie, Chance/Vicki Carmichael, Chance/Eden Bingham, Chance/Heather Holloway, Chance/Chrissy Cunningham, Chance/Tina, Chance/Carol Perkins, Chance/Kali Prasad, Chance/Tammy Thompson

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F/M pairings for the stranger things have a total of 11,504 fics. This is 29,857 less than M/M pairings and 566 more than F/F pairings.

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papermoonloveslucy · 7 months

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Lucy in Beverly Hills

Part 1 ~ The Cast

Although thematically the shows created by Lucille Ball were worlds apart from the down-home humor at the Clampett Mansion, there were artistic and creative commonalities that are worth discussing.

"The Beverly Hillbillies" ran from 1962 to 1971, while "The Lucy Show" ran from 1962 to 1968, both on CBS TV. Interiors were filmed at General Service Studios, where "I Love Lucy" began filming until it moved to larger quarters.

Like Jed Clampett, Lucy Carmichael and Lucy Carter are single parents, raising teenage girls, a popular trope of the 1960s and '70s.

The Desilu sitcoms "I Love Lucy," "Make Room for Daddy," "The Andy Griffith Show," and "Gomer Pyle USMC" are all related shows with characters in common much in the same way the Henning sitocms, "The Beverly Hillbillies," "Petticoat Junction" and "Green Acres" were related. Interestingly, "The Beverly Hillbillies" was mentioned during two episodes of "The Danny Thomas Show", in 1963 and 1964.

Jed Clampett's fortune is made from striking oil. In the 1960 Broadway musical, Lucille Ball played a wildcatter looking to find black gold. On "I Love Lucy," new neighbors the O'Briens move from Texas, where they made their fortune in oil. Soon the Ricardos and Mertzes have dreams of riches from Texas tea.

Animal trainers Frank and Juanita Inn worked on both shows, as well as on "Here's Lucy."

Both shows went from black and white to color in October 1965. Although "The Lucy Show" had filmed its second season in color (1963-1964), CBS declined to air it in color.

Editor Dann Cahn (1963 to 1964), was also an editor for "I Love Lucy" and many Desilu shows.

Shared Casting

Their “Petticoat Junction” characters are in parentheses, followed by their Lucycom / Desilu credits.

Irene Ryan (Granny) performed with Lucille Ball on a May 3, 1949 episode of "The Bob Hope Radio Show." In 1963, Ryan and Ball both appeared on CBS specials featuring their TV shows.

Buddy Ebsen (Jed Clampett) appeared in a 1958 episode of "The Westinghouse-Desilu Playhouse" introduced by Desi Arnaz. He appeared with Lucille Ball on several CBS specials and numerous award shows.

Donna Douglas (Ellie Mae Clampett) performed in a 1960 episode of Desilu's helicopter series "Whirlybirds." She was seen with Lucille Ball on a 1963 CBS special "The Stars' Address".

Max Baer Jr. (Jethro Clampett) was seen with Lucille Ball on a 1963 CBS special "The Stars' Address".

Raymond Bailey (Millburn Drysdale) never acted opposite Lucille Ball, but was seen in episodes of Desilu's "The Whirlybirds," "The Untouchables," "The Ann Sothern Show" and "Westinghouse-Desilu Playhouse" introduced by Desi Arnaz.

The bankers of "The Lucy Show" (Theodore J. Mooney) and "The Beverly Hillbillies" (Millburn Drysdale) were remarkably similar: loud, quick-tempered, miserly, abusive to their secretaries, and willing to grovel and sacrifice their dignity to land a big account.

Stretch (Duke) the Clampett's lethargic bulldog, also played Thunderbolt on "Kiddie Parties, Inc." (1963) on "The Lucy Show." Stretch was one of Frank Inn's biggest stars.

Nancy Kulp (Miss Jane Hathaway) played the Cockney maid who teaches Lucy Ricardo ow to curtsy in "Lucy Meets the Queen" (1955). She also appeared in the Lucille Ball and Desi Arnaz film Forever Darling, again playing a maid. Kulp returned to Desilu for a 1959 special with Milton Berle and Lucille Ball and a 1962 episode of “The Lucy Show” where she played Navy Officer Jane Corey.

Miss Jane's relationship to Mr. Drysdale was not dissimilar to Lucy Carmichael's relationship to her banker boss, Mr. Mooney.

Bea Benadaret (Cousin Pearl Bodine) first starred with Lucille Ball on her radio series “My Favorite Husband” (1948-1951), primarily as best friend Iris Atterbury. Benadaret was Ball’s first choice to play Ethel Mertz on “I Love Lucy,” but she was already contracted to play Blanche Morton on “The George Burns and Gracie Allen Show”, another best friend character. Ball still managed to cast her as a one-off character, Miss Lewis, an elderly spinster, on season one of “I Love Lucy.”

Frank Wilcox (John Brewster) appeared with Lucille Ball in the films Her Husband’s Affairs (1947) and The Fuller Brush Girl (1950). He played Frank Spaulding, owner of the Connecticut house in "Lucy Wants To Move To The Country" (1957).

Elvia Allman (Elverna Bradshaw) was heard with Lucille Ball on “My Favorite Husband” before playing the strident Candy Factory Forewoman on “I Love Lucy.” Allman returned to the show as one of Minnie Finch’s neighbors in “Fan Magazine Interview” (1954) and prim magazine reporter Nancy Graham in “The Homecoming” (1955). She made two appearances on “The Lucy–Desi Comedy Hour“ - first as Ida Thompson, Westfield’s PTA director, then as Milton Berle’s private secretary. Allman would also be seen on two episodes of “The Lucy Show" as a customer in a department store and the manager of an employment agency. Allman’s final screen appearance with Lucille Ball reunited her with Bob Hope: “Bringing Back Vaudeville” in 1971. For Desilu, Allman was seen on “December Bride” (1954-59), and “The Ann Sothern Show” (1958).

Milton Frome (Lawrence Chapman) played Sam, who Lucy Ricardo tried to fix up with Dorothy, in “The Matchmaker” (1954). He played Milton Berle's agent in a "Lucy Saves Milton Berle" (1965). He also played a waiter in a 1972 episode of “Here’s Lucy” starring Donny Osmond.

Ray Kellogg (Gate Guard / Police Officer) played the barking Assistant Director (“Roll ‘em!”) in “Ricky’s Screen Test” (1954) and later appeared in “Bullfight Dance” (1955). He was seen on 7 episodes of “The Lucy Show” and two episodes of “Here’s Lucy.” In many of his appearances he played policemen or guards, just as he does here.

Charles Lane (Foster Phinney / Homer Bedloe / Billy Hacker) appeared in 7 films with Lucille Ball between 1933 and 1949. He was also heard on her radio show "My Favorite Husband". On "I Love Lucy," he played 4 characters and 2 more on "The Lucy-Desi Comedy Hour." He was cast as banker Barnsdahl on "The Lucy Show," but was released after 4 episodes so that Ball could hire Gale Gordon. He went from Desilu to Hooterville with his role of Homer Bedloe on "Petticoat Junction," which he also plays on "The Beverly Hillbillies".

Phil Silvers (Shifty Shafer aka Honest John) gave Lucille Ball a cameo on his show "Sergeant Bilko" in 1959. In 1963, Ball and Silvers performed the classic ‘Slowly I Turn’ sketch for “CBS Opening Night.” In December 1966, Silvers guest-starred as Oliver Kasten in “Lucy and the Efficiency Expert”. A year later Ball and Silvers both had bit parts in the film A Guide for the Married Man (1967).

Roy Roberts (John Cushing / Judge) appeared with Lucille Ball in Miss Grant Takes Richmond (1949). On “The Lucy Show” he first appeared as a Navy Admiral in “Lucy and the Submarine” before creating the role of Mr. Cheever, the president of Mr. Mooney’s bank, a recurring character he played through the end of the series. On “Here’s Lucy” he played the Superintendent of the Air Force Academy in season two’s two-part opener. He also played doctors in “Lucy and the Astronauts” (1971) and in "Lucy is N.G. as an R.N." (1973).

Shirley Mitchell (Opal Clampett) became friends with Lucille Ball in the late 1940s when she was featured in 4 episodes of “My Favorite Husband.” Mitchell reunited with Lucille Ball on “I Love Lucy” playing Marion Strong, member of the Wednesday Afternoon Fine Arts League. She also played Mae Belle Jennings on "Petticoat Junction."

Joi Lansing (Gladys Flatt) first worked with Lucille Ball on “I Love Lucy” in “Desert Island” (1956) and returned to play Miss Long Neck in "Lucy Wants a Career" (1959). She did an episode of Desilu's "The Untouchables" and appeared for Desi Arnaz on an episode of "The Mothers-in-Law".

Alan Reed Jr. (Sheldon Epps / Buddy) is probably best remembered as the voice of Fred Flintstone, acting opposite Bea Benadaret (Cousin Pearl). He was heard with Lucille Ball on "My Favorite Husband" (1949). In 1963 he played a café owner in “Lucy Visits the White House”. In 1967, he made an appearance on the Desi Arnaz series “The Mothers-in-Law”.

Most of the principal cast of "The Flintstones" (1960-1966) appeared on "The Beverly Hillbillies": Bea Benadaret (Betty), Alan Reed Jr. (Fred), and Mel Blanc (Barney) all appeared on the show. Jean Vander Pyl did not act on "The Beverly Hillbillies," but did appear on its sister show "Petticoat Junction" and voiced Maw on the cartoon "The Hillbilly Bears" (1966). All four also worked with Lucille Ball on radio and/or television. There was also an episode of "The Flintstones" titled "The Bedrock Hillbillies" (above) featuring animated characters named Granny and Jethro Hatrock with voice talent Howard Morris, John Stephenson, and June Foray, all of whom also worked with Lucille Ball.

Richard Deacon (Dr. Klinger / Mr. Brubaker) made two guest star appearances on Desilu's “December Bride” in 1956 in one of which he played Desi Arnaz’s butler. It’s not surprising that he was cast as Tallulah Bankhead’s butler Winslow in “The Celebrity Next Door,” a 1957 episode of “The Lucy-Desi Comedy Hour.” In 1963 he played Harvey Rittenhouse in the Ball / Hope film Critic’s Choice. In October 1964, Deacon and Lucille Ball both played themselves on “Bob Hope Presents The Chrysler Theatre: Have Girls, Will Travel”. He was employed again by Desi Sr. as a regular on “The Mothers-in-Law” (1968-69). He was seen on two episodes of "Here's Lucy."

Paul Winchell (Grandpa Winch) was just 40 years old when he donned old age make-up to play Grandpa Winch in "Home for Christmas" (S1;E13). Four years later he was aged again to play Doc Porter on a two-part episode of "The Lucy Show" set in a the small town of Bancroft.

Mary Wickes (Adaline Ashley) was one of Lucille Ball's best friends of screen. She appeared on "I Love Lucy," "The Lucy Show," and "Here's Lucy," in addition to many other TV specials alongside Ball. The 1967 episode of "The Beverly Hillbillies" Wickes appeared on was aired between two of her "Lucy Show" appearances and featured Gail Bonney, who was seen on "I Love Lucy" and "The Lucy Show."

Eddie Albert and Eva Gabor (Oliver and Lisa Douglas) ~ were visitors to Beverly Hills from Hooterville, but both stars were also favorites of Lucille Ball. Gabor appeared in two episodes of "Here's Lucy", one as herself, and Albert played himself in a 1973 episode. In 1950, he co-starred with Lucille Ball in The Fuller Brush Girl.

Star Casting

John Wayne made a cameo appearance on "The Beverly Hillbillies". When asked how he wanted to be paid, he is best remembered answering back with: "Give me a fifth of bourbon--that'll square it." Wayne appeared as himself on "I Love Lucy" (1955) and "The Lucy Show" (1966). His uncredited cameo on "The Indians Are Coming" (S5;E20) was aired in 1967.

Sammy Davis Jr. (Sergeant Patrick Muldoon) made two appearances on the series during November 1968 episodes set in NYC. Although he plays a character here (an Irish cop!), he played himself on "Here's Lucy" in September 1970. His first "Hillbillies" appearance also features Lucy's friend and co-star Phil Silvers as Shifty Shafer (aka Honest John), a recurring character that was seen in eight episodes.

Impressionist Rich Little played himself in the season nine opener of "The Beverly Hillbillies." Mr. Drysdale convinces him to impersonate President Richard Nixon over the telephone to fool Jed. Nixon was one of Little's most popular impressions. When he played himself on a 1971 episode of "Here's Lucy," Nixon wasn't mentioned, but he did do his impression of John Wayne (see above).

Hedda Hopper played herself in "Hedda Hopper's Hollywood" (S3;E4) in 1964, an episode named after her newspaper column and television specials, one of which featured Lucille Ball. That same 1960 special featured Gloria Swanson, who did a cameo as herself in a 1966 episode titled "The Gloria Swanson Story" (S5;E12). Curiously, Hopper played herself in a 1955 episode of "I Love Lucy" titled "The Hedda Hopper Story." An episode of "The Lucy Show" titled "Lucy and the Lost Star" was intended for Swanson, but the lost star eventually cast was Joan Crawford.

Robert Cummings appeared as himself in "The Race for Queen" (S2;E19) playing the celebrity judge of the Queen of Beverly Hills beauty contest. He was known as Bob Collins on "The Bob Cummings Show" (aka "Love That Bob!"), which ran from 1955 to 1959. The same year it ended he played himself on a 1959 episode of "The Lucy-Desi Comedy Hour" set in Japan. He reprised the character of Bob Collins on a 1972 episode of "Here’s Lucy” (above) and returned the following season for another episode as a different Bob. His sitcom had featured many of the same actors as "The Beverly Hillbillies" and various Lucycoms, but especially Joi Lansing, Nancy Kulp, and Elvia Allman. Cummings' appearance on "Hillbillies" is primarily attributable to the fact that BH creator Paul Henning produced "The Bob Cummings Show"!

Other Common Cast Members

Jack Bannon, Wally Cox, Peter Leeds, Bobs Watson, Lyle Talbot, Doris Packer Eleanor Audley, Maurice Marsac, Leon Ames, Jesse White, George Barrows, Herb Vigran, Jean Willes, Norman Leavitt, Leon Belasco, Burt Mustin, Iris Adrian, Foster Brooks, Ted Eccles, Robert Foulk, Tristram Coffin, Byron Foulger, Gil Perkins, Hal Taggart, Robert Cummings, Natalie Schaffer, Mel Blanc, John McGiver, Don Rickles, John Carradine, Jacques Bergerac, Hans Conried, Murvyn Vye, Bernie Kopell, Barbara Morrison, Phil Arnold, Ellen Corby, Robert Carson, Barry Kelley, William Newell, Lurene Tuttle, Karen Norris, Hayden Rorke, Benny Rubin, Helen Kleeb, Bill Quinn, Frank J. Scannell, Irwin Charrone, Gail Bonney, Fritz Feld, Norma Varden, Murray Pollack, Jil Jarmyn, Olan Soule, John Gallaudet, George N. Niese, Dick Winslow, Tommy Farrell, Cliff Norton, Robert Osborne, Nestor Paiva, Larry J. Blake, Hans Moebus, Norman Stevans, Monty O'Grady, Steve Carruthers, and Bert Stevens.

~ Stay Tuned for Part 2 : Episodes ~

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Burke’s Law - List of Guest Stars

The Special Guest Stars of “Burke’s Law” read like a Who’s Who list of Hollywood of the era. Many of the appearances, however, were no more than one scene cameos. This is as complete a list ever compiled of all those who even made the briefest of appearances on the series.

Beverly Adams, Nick Adams, Stanley Adams, Eddie Albert, Mabel Albertson, Lola Albright, Elizabeth Allen, June Allyson, Don Ameche, Michael Ansara, Army Archerd, Phil Arnold, Mary Astor, Frankie Avalon, Hy Averback, Jim Backus, Betty Barry, Susan Bay, Ed Begley, William Bendix, Joan Bennett, Edgar Bergen, Shelley Berman, Herschel Bernardi, Ken Berry, Lyle Bettger, Robert Bice, Theodore Bikel, Janet Blair, Madge Blake, Joan Blondell, Ann Blyth, Carl Boehm, Peter Bourne, Rosemarie Bowe, Eddie Bracken, Steve Brodie, Jan Brooks, Dorian Brown, Bobby Buntrock, Edd Byrnes, Corinne Calvet, Rory Calhoun, Pepe Callahan, Rod Cameron, Macdonald Carey, Hoagy Carmichael, Richard Carlson, Jack Carter, Steve Carruthers, Marianna Case, Seymour Cassel, John Cassavetes, Tom Cassidy, Joan Caulfield, Barrie Chase, Eduardo Ciannelli, Dane Clark, Dick Clark, Steve Cochran, Hans Conried, Jackie Coogan, Gladys Cooper, Henry Corden, Wendell Corey, Hazel Court, Wally Cox, Jeanne Crain, Susanne Cramer, Les Crane, Broderick Crawford, Suzanne Cupito, Arlene Dahl, Vic Dana, Jane Darwell, Sammy Davis Jr., Linda Darnell, Dennis Day, Laraine Day, Yvonne DeCarlo, Gloria De Haven, William Demarest, Andy Devine, Richard Devon, Billy De Wolfe, Don Diamond, Diana Dors, Joanne Dru, Paul Dubov, Howard Duff, Dan Duryea, Robert Easton, Barbara Eden, John Ericson, Leif Erickson, Tom Ewell, Nanette Fabray, Felicia Farr, Sharon Farrell, Herbie Faye, Fritz Feld, Susan Flannery, James Flavin, Rhonda Fleming, Nina Foch, Steve Forrest, Linda Foster, Byron Foulger, Eddie Foy Jr., Anne Francis, David Fresco, Annette Funicello, Eva Gabor, Zsa Zsa Gabor, Reginald Gardiner, Nancy Gates, Lisa Gaye, Sandra Giles, Mark Goddard, Thomas Gomez, Pedro Gonzalez Gonzalez, Sandra Gould, Wilton Graff, Gloria Grahame, Shelby Grant, Jane Greer, Virginia Grey, Tammy Grimes, Richard Hale, Jack Haley, George Hamilton, Ann Harding, Joy Harmon, Phil Harris, Stacy Harris, Dee Hartford, June Havoc, Jill Haworth, Richard Haydn, Louis Hayward, Hugh Hefner, Anne Helm, Percy Helton, Irene Hervey, Joe Higgins, Marianna Hill, Bern Hoffman, Jonathan Hole, Celeste Holm, Charlene Holt, Oscar Homolka, Barbara Horne, Edward Everett Horton, Breena Howard, Rodolfo Hoyos Jr., Arthur Hunnicutt, Tab Hunter, Joan Huntington, Josephine Hutchinson, Betty Hutton, Gunilla Hutton, Martha Hyer, Diana Hyland, Marty Ingels, John Ireland, Mako Iwamatsu, Joyce Jameson, Glynis Johns, I. Stanford Jolley, Carolyn Jones, Dean Jones, Spike Jones, Victor Jory, Jackie Joseph, Stubby Kaye, Monica Keating, Buster Keaton, Cecil Kellaway, Claire Kelly, Patsy Kelly, Kathy Kersh, Eartha Kitt, Nancy Kovack, Fred Krone, Lou Krugman, Frankie Laine, Fernando Lamas, Dorothy Lamour, Elsa Lanchester, Abbe Lane, Charles Lane, Lauren Lane, Harry Lauter, Norman Leavitt, Gypsy Rose Lee, Ruta Lee, Teri Lee, Peter Leeds, Margaret Leighton, Sheldon Leonard, Art Lewis, Buddy Lewis, Dave Loring, Joanne Ludden, Ida Lupino, Tina Louise, Paul Lynde, Diana Lynn, James MacArthur, Gisele MacKenzie, Diane McBain, Kevin McCarthy, Bill McClean, Stephen McNally, Elizabeth MacRae, Jayne Mansfield, Hal March, Shary Marshall, Dewey Martin, Marlyn Mason, Hedley Mattingly, Marilyn Maxwell, Virginia Mayo, Patricia Medina, Troy Melton, Burgess Meredith, Una Merkel, Dina Merrill, Torben Meyer, Barbara Michaels, Robert Middleton, Vera Miles, Sal Mineo, Mary Ann Mobley, Alan Mowbray, Ricardo Montalbán, Elizabeth Montgomery, Ralph Moody, Alvy Moore, Terry Moore, Agnes Moorehead, Anne Morell, Rita Moreno, Byron Morrow, Jan Murray, Ken Murray, George Nader, J. Carrol Naish, Bek Nelson, Gene Nelson, David Niven, Chris Noel, Kathleen Nolan, Sheree North, Louis Nye, Arthur O'Connell, Quinn O'Hara, Susan Oliver, Debra Paget, Janis Paige, Nestor Paiva, Luciana Paluzzi, Julie Parrish, Fess Parker, Suzy Parker, Bert Parks, Harvey Parry, Hank Patterson, Joan Patrick, Nehemiah Persoff, Walter Pidgeon, Zasu Pitts, Edward Platt, Juliet Prowse, Eddie Quillan, Louis Quinn, Basil Rathbone, Aldo Ray, Martha Raye, Gene Raymond, Peggy Rea, Philip Reed, Carl Reiner, Stafford Repp, Paul Rhone, Paul Richards, Don Rickles, Will Rogers Jr., Ruth Roman, Cesar Romero, Mickey Rooney, Gena Rowlands, Charlie Ruggles, Janice Rule, Soupy Sales, Hugh Sanders, Tura Satana, Telly Savalas, John Saxon, Lizabeth Scott, Lisa Seagram, Pilar Seurat, William Shatner, Karen Sharpe, James Shigeta, Nina Shipman, Susan Silo, Johnny Silver, Nancy Sinatra, The Smothers Brothers, Joanie Sommers, Joan Staley, Jan Sterling, Elaine Stewart, Jill St. John, Dean Stockwell, Gale Storm, Susan Strasberg, Inger Stratton, Amzie Strickland, Gil Stuart, Grady Sutton, Kay Sutton, Gloria Swanson, Russ Tamblyn. Don Taylor, Dub Taylor, Vaughn Taylor, Irene Tedrow, Terry-Thomas, Ginny Tiu, Dan Tobin, Forrest Tucker, Tom Tully, Jim Turley, Lurene Tuttle, Ann Tyrrell, Miyoshi Umeki, Mamie van Doren, Deborah Walley, Sandra Warner, David Wayne, Ray Weaver, Lennie Weinrib, Dawn Wells, Delores Wells, Rebecca Welles, Jack Weston, David White, James Whitmore, Michael Wilding, Annazette Williams, Dave Willock, Chill Wills, Marie Wilson, Nancy Wilson, Sandra Wirth, Ed Wynn, Keenan Wynn, Dana Wynter, Celeste Yarnall, Francine York.

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Winging It

Thirty years ago today, one of the greatest albums of the 90s came out. I wrote about it for MOJO in 2018, including some hilarious words from the sadly missed Andrew Weatherall.

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The album that soundtracked the end of the acid house honeymoon – for the select few that loved it – has a suitably decadent beginning.

“I was playing at a club in Rimini as part of some Balearic charabanc,” says DJ / producer Andrew Weatherall, “and at about 6am when it finished the owner opened up the back of the club onto the beach and said we'd be carrying on on his yacht. Not quite a Roman Abramovic superyacht, but sound enough – and off we went. So there I was, spangled and enjoying the view, and a young lady came up and started singing in my ear. 'I'm Dorothy Allison and I've got a band in Glasgow,' she said. Then we landed and stumbled back up the beach, terrifying the tourists.”

Her band was called Dove, a trio of Allison, Jim McKinven (formerly of Altered Images and Berlin Blondes), and Ian Carmichael (producer and occasional keyboardist for Sarah Records janglers The Orchids). They'd only released one song, “Fallen”, on Glasgow's Soma label – but that song's dub space, insinuatingly whispered vocal and harmonica lifted from a Supertramp record had captured the bittersweet mysteries of the morning after the rave better than almost any, and caused quite a stir. Weatherall, meanwhile, was on a high in every sense having – despite next to no studio experience – just marshalled Primal Scream into completing Screamadelica.

The first collaboration to come out of the yacht introduction was reworking “Fallen” for the renamed One Dove. “I was nervous!” says Carmichael. “Andy [Weatherall] came to my studio in Glasgow and I was late meeting him so he was waiting outside when I got there. I thought he'd be really pissed off, but the reviews for Screamadelica had just come out, so he was reading the papers on the doorstep and was obviously delighted.” The remix happened quickly. “It was instinctive and spontaneous,” says Carmichael “The whole time I was watching recording levels on my old Revox 1/4” bouncing into the red, and splicing lots of sections of tape together with shaking hands; it was terrifying for me. I thought the whole thing would be a mess, but when we played it back at the end and heard his version of 'Fallen' it was miraculous.”

This quickly developed into a slick working relationship, releasing on Weatherall and friends' Boys Own Productions. The three would write, send tracks to Weatherall, who brought in associates like Jah Wobble and Primal Scream's Andrew Innes for embellishment. Surprisingly rapidly given the fervid times – “I remember next to nothing of the process, I'm afraid” says Weatherall, “or indeed of those years” – it fell together into an extraordinarily coherent whole. “Every song we came up with went on the album,” says Carmichael, “we were buzzing the whole time as each one came together.” The sound blended the ambient dub of the time with a rich streak of country heartbreak (something they'd nod explicitly to by covering “Jolene” on a b-side), everything covered in sonic velvet to match the purity of Allison's softly breathed mysteries. “There were no histrionics,” says Weatherall; “it was the antidote to the wailing diva thing we'd all embraced in house music.”

It's a gorgeous, lingering dream of an album with a dark heart, and it's a perennial puzzler why it didn't sell like hot disco biscuits; after all, Boys Own now had the backing of major label London. “It's easy to blame the record label,” says Weatherall, “so let's do just that. The album came together nice and quickly – if they'd just have put it out, said 'here's a cool new band' and let them get on with it, one suspects the second album would have been where they got big.” But London kept Morning Dove White in limbo for a year, insisting on more pop mixes of the album's singles by Stephen Hague, and pushing for quick fix success. In fact those single mixes are gorgeous, but, Carmichael says “maybe they put a lot of the hardcore Weatherall fans off.” William Orbit remixed too, sonically prefiguring his work with Madonna and All Saints.

Despite promising performance from the singles, MDW didn't become the hit London wanted, and the stress took its toll. The second album – made without Weatherall – was painful, the band's relationship disintegrated, their “failure to become the new Eurythmics” led to the label shelving the album, and they split in 1996. Allison would go on to make some great solo records, working with everyone from Death In Vegas via Pete Doherty to Scott Walker. McKinven still plays and DJs in Glasgow, and has released with occasional projects including the fantastically moody electro guises Organs Of Love and WomenSaid on the connoiseur's imprint Optimo Music. Carmichael worked with trip-hoppers Lamb for some time, produced for the likes of Bis and The Pastels, and maintains an ongoing relationship with The Orchids – as well as being a director of the School of Sound Recording. MDW, a couple of b-sides and some leaked second album demos on Soundcloud remain the only remaining monument to their time together: just a glimpse of what might have been, and as such perfectly evocative of the “Transient Truth” of the pleasures and regrets of its era.

#glasgow #acid house #chillout #country and western #dub #Andrew weatherall #dot allison #balearic #classic albums #lost classics #Spotify

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SAM AND....???

tryna find london youtubers from like 2005-2008 and the only detail i know is that they were vlogging (2 guys) sam and ( insert other guys name here) in London where they resided, and very emo/scene aesthetic... key song in their vlog was coeur de pirate le matos x andy carmichael remix.... one guy had like orange hair they were extremely fasion obsessed.. UGH I HATE THIS MEMORY BLOCK does anyone else know what im talking about tho????

i do remember they used to do regular vlogging like before vlogging was even a thing and they were in a tiny apartment together... baking stuff and always have fun; cracking jokes left n right...

#help #emo #scene #youtubers #london #2006 #2005 #2007 #2008 #sam and #whats his name #prime time #vlogging #vloggers #youtube #anyone?#ring a bell?

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Case Histories - Chapter Twelve

An Andy Barber AU fic (based on BBC’s ‘The Split’)

Previous Chapter Here / Masterlist Here

Synopsis: A talented small-town family lawyer, Grace Atherton, gets the opportunity of a lifetime when she is offered a job at prestigious Boston law firm, Rothman and Hale. She decides to give up the relative comfort and ease of her current working situation in favour of following a dream she’s had since she was a young law grad, to the detriment of her family life and marriage. She soon comes into contact with old mental and one-time flame, Andy Barber. As gifted as he is handsome, it becomes clear he’s been keeping an eye on her burgeoning career from afar. Just how much will this decision cost her?

Series Warnings: Strong language, cheating, romantic language but nothing NSFW / 18+

CHAPTER TWELVE

“In many ways, it started and ended in that hotel room in Melbourne. I remember the faint aroma of the freshly vacuumed carpet, the gaudy décor, even the sunlight coming through a window. I remember it all so vividly that it may as well have happened yesterday.”

Sadie Carmichael, seventy-three and carrying a much more youthful air than a woman half her age, had the entire place enthralled. She had regaled story after story from her past as she explained how she came to be viewed as one of the most revered lawyers of her generation. She spoke about her studies, her writing, her work with the Innocence Project, and the sexism she had encountered following her promotion to partner at Levison and Co., a company she would later buy a 30% stake of just because she could and just because she “wanted to piss some guys off”. It was this current story, however, that of a young woman falling in love for the very first time, that struck a more personal chord with the audience sat on the edge of their seats in front of her.

She talked about a young girl travelling the world and falling in love with an older man, a man who would take her virginity within days of meeting her. She talked about how her studies in Australia suffered considerably from the after effects of her having had her heart broken for the first time in her young and carefree life when he told her that he was married with children, a fact he had previously omitted to share with her. Ultimately, her father had to sell his car so as to afford the airfare halfway around the world in order to bring her home again.

“Everything I am today, everything I have built and learnt, it’s all because of him really. And it’s not that I want to give him credit for his influence or anything like that, but it’s more about the lessons we learn subconsciously when we don’t think we are doing so, or don’t think we are capable of taking anything away from something.”

As she goes on to explain, she spent the twelve months following her return to the United States in a severe bout of depression. It was a while before she felt she was able to return to her law studies. It was because of this impromptu break in her life, and the worry she had caused her father (her mother had passed away when she was only seven years old) that she would later go on to excel in her studies and become the youngest partner of any Law Firm in the United States. She didn’t say as much explicitly but she had scripted it like it was the ultimate revenge against a man who very nearly destroyed her and, in a way, her father. This is why, she explains, you have to think about all of the parties involved in a divorce and not just those you are paid to fight.

“That’s why we have to be so good at what we do. We have to practice the lessons others do not know for themselves. We protect people and we fight for what is right.”

The room Sadie was speaking to could only hold 150 people, Grace being one of them, but many more were happily standing up at the back. A few people had also gathered around the side of the makeshift wooden stage that currently supported both her and the interviewer, a journalist from the New York Times. Sadie was that big of a deal and rightly so as Grace had explained to Andy earlier that afternoon.

“Everything I have written since that time, no matter how things ended, was in some way influenced and shaped by those days. Whatever is growing or is taking up my interest at any one time, was very much sketched in part by him. I don’t know if I have spoken this candidly about him before today to be honest with you but as you get older and you start to look back on these things, I guess you lose interest in keeping the peace for other people’s sakes. I talk about what I want to talk about and do what I want to do. You never know if it might help someone else.”

Grace felt a murmur of appreciation from a few people sat around her at that last comment. Honestly, she could very well have clapped at the end of every breath Sadie took such was her candour and her eloquence. Whether it be a biting remark at an unnamed colleague here or a scathing review of a now-defunct Law Journal she once contributed a piece to in the late 90s, it didn’t matter much. She was never less than delightful. They say never meet your heroes but Grace was feeling rather superior at being sat in front of one of hers.

After finally vacating the room once the cheers had died down and people reluctantly started to make their way out of the room, she checked her phone and found a text waiting from Andy.

She entered the bar fifteen minutes later and found him sat to one side, nursing a bottle of bud in one hand and scrolling through something interesting on his phone. He put the phone down as soon as he noticed Grace approach him and motioned to the barman to bring another drink his way.

“So…?” He smiled at her. “Tell me how much I would have loved it.”

She placed her bag on the side of the bar and pursed her lips at him in thought. “You know, I don’t think you would have enjoyed it that much. A lot of it would have probably gone over your head, what with the feminist angle and all that.”

“Ouch.” He pretended to flinch away from her. “I’ll have you know I love strong women.”

She smiled a thanks to the barman for the bottle he placed in front of her and Andy tipped the neck of his towards hers to clink them.

“Here’s to one last night of freedom.” He spoke like it was a joke but Grace knew there was some internal commentary beneath it. She was still riding on the high from being just feet away from one of her all-time favourite legal theorists, and Andy’s cockiness was not going to spoil it.

They took sips of their respective drinks before she watched him look at her out of the corner of her eye.

“How was your meeting?” she asked.

He quickly looked back at something on his phone as he contemplated what to say to her.

“It was interesting. A few things in the pipeline, I think. Could be a gamechanger.”

“For the company?”

“Maybe.”

“Like an expansion or something?”

His eyes squinted at something he’d spied on his phone as he, again, pondered the right words to use. She knew there was something going on.

“Not technically.”

She smirked at him. “You’re not going to tell me, are you?”

“No.”

“OK.” She wasn’t going to push either. She was far too tired to do that.

“What do you want to do for dinner?” He smiled his “smile’ at her as he pointedly changed the subject. “What?”

She scratched at the corner of the label on her bottle of beer. “Nothing. What do you fancy?”

“Do you want my literal answer to that question,” he leaned forward on his forearms. “Or do you want to know what I want for dinner?”

She rolled her eyes at him. “Dinner, obviously, seeing as you brought it up in a bid to change the conversation from something you apparently can’t talk to me about.”

He regarded her for a second, seriously thinking about clueing her in, but he didn’t.

“It’s not that I can’t tell you about it, it’s just that some pieces need to be in place first.” He looked up at her through his eyelashes. “You know me, I like to be prepared, and there is a great Thai restaurant down the street from here.”

Grace could have wound him up a little more if she had felt so inclined to do so but the mention of Thai food got her salivating. She wanted to know but she really wanted food. It wasn’t ideal for her to drink on an empty stomach especially around Andy and she reasoned that he and Jack would let the firm in on whatever they had been planning eventually. Whenever the time was right.

The city looked beautiful at this time of the night. Lights from cars and buildings and streetlamps twinkled in shades of white and pink and orange as the two of them casually strolled down Solidarity Drive. There was very little breeze but the air was mildly chillly, so much so that Grace kept her arms wrapped around herself for their brief sojourn out of the restaurant.

Andy had persuaded her to come for a walk with him before they retreated back to their hotel for the last night of their trip and while he didn’t have to work too hard to convince her, she didn’t let on to him that she needed to walk off some of the amazing food currently taking up home in her stomach. She would travel the near-thousand miles for that food any day of the week and made a mental note to bring Liv here one day soon.

Despite the late hour of the evening, there was still gatherings of people milling around going about their business after what would have been the end of their working day and week in full. The vibe in the air felt relaxed but also buzzing with possibility about what the city would get up to over the coming weekend. You could still easily blend into the surroundings without being noticed much, though. It was nice.

As they neared the waterside, she felt Andy tug on her arm and pull her towards the side where the railings separated them from the water. He stepped behind her and stretched his arms out either side of her, resting his hands beside hers on the railing in front of them, loosely caging her in.

“Is this OK?” He spoke softly into her ear.

She nodded her agreement, far too chilled out and sleepy for words. He leaned his chest against her back so they were touching a little more and she was thankful for the warmth of his body against hers. She felt his lips skim the top of her ear before he softly placed his lips on her hair just behind and where he would remain for a few quiet minutes, not quite kissing her as such but just enjoying the feeling of her hair brush against his face.

“I can’t believe how quiet it all is.” Grace eventually spoke. “You don’t get this in Boston.”

He murmured his understanding. He took in a deep breath and she could feel his chest slowly rise against her back, like he was relaxed and comfortable. The conflict from being in Chicago with him hadn’t much left her mind but she couldn’t deny how nice this all felt, just being in the here and now with him. It was almost like they were the only people in the city. Like time had just stopped still, and they could pretend for a little while, with no problems to speak of.

“Yeh. I always assumed I would miss the noise of home but…I can’t be mad about this.”

They remained where they were stood in near silence. More cars were heard in the distance, in the downtown area they had just left, and the water of Lake Michigan to the right of them ebbed and flowed unobtrusively, soothingly, producing the kind of sounds that would not be out of place in one of the sleep apps Liv had tried to get Grace to listen to before she went to sleep.

“You ever think about moving out of Boston one day?” He asked her, finally breaking the silence after what seemed like an age.

“Not really, no, but not in a definite sort of sense. It’s not having the time or the reason to do so, y’know?”

He remained quiet for a second so she didn’t know whether he heard her or not. Or if, like she was feeling, he was so peaceful he couldn’t muster the energy to speak.

“What kind of reason do you think you’d need?” He asked her. “Like, if someone told you that you had to move away from Boston tomorrow?”

It was an interesting question for sure. Neither she nor Dan had ever thought about raising their kids anywhere other than in Boston. They had never needed to check that with the other person during the earlier years of them being together and, yes, while they discovered they were pregnant far earlier in their relationship than they had perhaps planned to be, nevertheless Boston was where they had both grown up. It was just common sense for them to stay there.

The best universities and colleges were in Mass as well and Grace thought it had always had a very liberal way of life. She’d considered that a very important philosophy for her children to grow up with. It was a fait accompli and she wasn’t mad about it. The kids were happy. Maybe that was the answer she was trying to fathom? If either Liv or Sam ever expressed an interest in moving away then maybe they would? Even so, even if they had ever brought it up with her or Dan, it was still unlikely to happen, she thought.

“I’m not really sure.” She said when she remembered no one had spoken for a little while. “I guess when things are right you just know you don’t want to be anywhere else.”

“And things are right in Boston? Like, right now for you?”

“So long as Liv and Sam are happy and settled where they are, that’s all that matters for me at the end of the day. And they’re both at that age where school gets a little more important and they have their friend circles and routines and…” She shrugs her shoulder, holding it there as she tries to find the right words. “If they’re happy, I’m happy.”

“And Dan?”

“He’s close to the big sports so he’d be happy regardless.” She chuckles.

“That’s not what I’m asking.”

She shifts a little under his hold and manages to turn her body around to face him fully. He relinquishes his grip on the railings behind her but she’s still very much caged in by him, feeling like she can’t get away, in every sense.

She studies his face for a second before looking away, finding his gaze a little too intense for this time of the night when she was starting to lag.

“I know we’re not perfect and I can’t say that we’re happy 100% of the time but Dan…” she starts slowly, wary of how this would make Andy feel. “Dan’s the only stable thing I’ve had in my life. We have our issues but he’s there when it counts the most.”

She watches as Andy begins to falter slightly in front of her, like he suddenly regrets asking her the damn question in the first place. She certainly wasn’t expecting it but she also wasn’t going to lie to him. He would suss her out in no time.

“After mom died, I didn’t know how I would cope, especially with a young baby and a husband who had to work all hours because I couldn’t. He kept us all going.”

“You deserve to be happy and you don’t owe-”

“-I know that,” She interrupts him. “And I’m not saying I feel like I owe him either. I’ve just, I’m seen far too many marriages end because of the opposite scenario. Y’know, people get wrapped up with the stuff that doesn’t matter, the small, daily grievances they might have with one another, and they leave the one thing that does count to just rot away.”

His eyes skim back over her face and just when she thinks he’s about to say something, he rests his forehead against hers and remains quiet. His breath fans her face and she watches him as he closes his eyes. She takes her hand currently resting on his arm and moves it to hold the side of his face. Her thumb soothingly strokes the side of his cheek and he sighs in ease.

He backs away from her a little, only millimeters but she can feel the difference all the same. The almost imperceptible movement of his eyes was sometimes a giveaway to what he was thinking and feeling in a given moment and Grace found herself in this close proximity, with his body still so near to hers, being almost able to sense his sway in emotions.

She could make some guesses as to how many people were aware of this small tell of his. It was the only nuance he had allowed those who knew him, really knew him, to know what was going on.

“I’m…sorry.” She forced out. She wasn’t able to verbalise what she was sorry for but she knew she felt it for him in that moment.

“You don’t need to be sorry, Gracie.” He shook his head, bringing his gaze back to hers. “This is…”

He couldn’t locate the words he wanted to say. Sorry would suggest regret of some kind and he really didn’t want to heat that from her. Not least because it was something he had been increasingly aware of in his own state of mind since the day she had re-entered his life.

“Y’know, I don’t think I wanna end this like this.” He whispered. “Let’s just go back and…”

He gently moved a loose strand of her hair from out of her eye and smiled softly at her.

Andy looked peaceful as he lay there in the morning light. His eyes were closed giving the impression he was still asleep but he wasn’t and she likely knew he wasn’t. His steady breathing was the only sound she could just about make out in her room.

It had been a heftier walk back to the hotel the night before and while Andy had first suggested they get a cab, Grace actually chose the walk back, surprising even herself. In the aftermath of a heavier conversation than she had been anticipating, she found herself preferring the cool breeze and exercise in a bid to help clear her mind.

They walked in near silence the entire way back, only stopping once when Andy decided he wanted a pretzel from the street vendor. He was still open, presumably to satisfy the late-night appetites of people leaving clubs and bars, and it was like witnessing a kid finding ice cream in the middle of the night. He kept offering her a bit as they continued to make their way home but she kept refusing causing him to make exaggerated noises akin to ‘you don’t know what you’re missing out on’. He was trying to lighten the air between them and she appreciated it.

As she watched him rest his eyes, one arm lazily stretched out in front of him and crossing her side of the bed almost inviting her back to him where she could perhaps curl herself up into his side and sleep for another hour or two, she mentally fought through everything spinning through her mind.

She hadn’t slept much during the night but not for any physical reason. After they reached their floor and they lingered inside her doorway a second too long, she pulled away from his kiss. He invited himself to stay with her regardless. Neither had said much out loud but they were both thinking the same thing.

And that was what she found herself mulling over now.

Somewhere between receiving the job offer from Rothman & Hale and choosing to accept it, she had managed to convince herself that working with Andy again after all this time, after having not seen him nor spoken to him for so many years, would be the easiest thing. Why shouldn’t she jump at the chance to work alongside him again and for a firm she greatly admired? No matter their personal entanglements, at one time Andy had been a life-saver for her and it was something she could only be grateful for.

When she was at university and struggling, her anxiety only serving to reinforce the idea that she wasn’t capable of becoming a lawyer, Andy seemed to be the only person who saw through the lies her brain was telling her. He was able to keep her going. She had never had that kind of support before. Her father didn’t much want her to become a lawyer, figuring she was too soft for the profession, and her mother, well, she just wanted her to be happy and if that was working night shifts in a 7-Eleven then so be it. Andy saw through that, though. He had encouraged her when she was at her lowest as a young student and now, here he was again, subtly pushing her from the side-lines, telling her she is the very lawyer he told her she could be. It was irresistible. Andy was her first in a lot of ways and, God, how she had underestimated her memories of him.

It had been a hang-up of hers, this lingering lack of self-esteem from an erratic childhood of watching her parents fight and her father leave and come back, sometimes weeks after the fact. Her mother was miserable with him, she had known that since she was eight years old. That Andy seemed interested in the little things made a difference at a time when it mattered the most and, like a proverbial moth to a flame, she found herself unable to stop being drawn to him.

She watched him as a student, working harder for him than any other teacher, seeking the praise he happily gave her. She watched him succeed and charm and flirt with everyone who crossed his path and something in her needed that reassurance, needed that drive to keep going, to build something better for herself. Her strong feelings for him, she figured, were one-sided, if only for a brief period of time.

It wasn’t that she had disregarded their relationship or that she didn’t feel for him what she knew she did when she was younger and, well, more naïve, but it was more about how she hadn’t fully contemplated the impact he would have on her life all these years later. Maybe she had pushed those memories of him to one side because she had been so consumed with her career and getting to a point she felt she deserved in some way. But…that was Andy. That had always been Andy. He had done that for her.

“What are you thinking about?” Came the recognisably sleepy voice from the side of her.

Maybe Andy had been right all along: some things just never change.

She just couldn’t resist knowing what happened next.

#chris evans #andy barber #case histories #andy barber x original female character #chris evans fic #fanfiction #evans fic #chris fic #andy barber x oc #au

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Muse list

The Big Bang Theory:

Amy Farrah Fowler

Bernadette Rostenkowski-Wolowitz

Leonard Hofstadter

Mary Cooper (Young Sheldon non-compliant)

Penny

Sheldon Cooper

Boston Legal:

Alan Shore

California Solo:

Lachlan MacAldonich

The Catch:

Rhys Griffiths

Curtain Call:

Stevenson Lowe

The Devil Wears Prada (film):

Miranda Priestly

Nigel Kipling

Emily Charlton

Andrea "Andy" Sachs

Good Omens:

Adam Young

Anathema Device

Aziraphale

Beelzebub

Crowley

Dagon

Gabriel / Jim

Hastur

Ligur

Madame Tracy (Marjorie Potts)

Archagel Michael

Newton Pulsifer

Doctor Who:

3rd Doctor

5th Doctor

10th Doctor

11th Doctor

Donna Noble

Martha Jones

Amy Pond

Rory Williams

River Song

Clara Oswald

Jenny (the Doctor's daughter)

Josephine "Jo" Grant

Mary Ashe (from "Colony in Space")

Brigadier Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart

Mike Yates

TenToo (a.k.a. Meta-Crisis Doctor a.k.a. Handy a.k.a. Dr John Smith)

Delgado!Master

Sheen!Master (my original incarnation of Master)

Simm!Master

TARDIS (Idris)

FRIENDS:

Rachel Green

Chandler Bing

Monica Geller

Carol Willick-Bunch

Phoebe Buffay

Joey Tribbiani

Hamish Macbeth (TV):

Hamish Macbeth

Isobel Sutherland

Harry Potter :

Hermione Granger

Ginevra "Ginny" Weasley

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Nymphadora Tonks

Molly Weasley

Arthur Weasley

Severus Snape

Narcissa Malfoy

Mamma Mia:

Donna Sheridan

Sophie Sheridan

Tanya

Rosie Mulligan

Sam Carmichael

Harry Bright

Bill Anderson

Morning Glory:

Becky Fuller

Mike Pomeroy

Colleen Peck

Lenny Bergman

Once Upon A Time:

Alice Jones / Tilly

Wish!Hook / Rogers

Emma Swan

Regina Mills / the Evil Queen / Roni

Zelena Mills / Wicked Witch / Kelly

Cora Mills

Henry Mills

Lucy Mills

Snow White / Mary Margareth Blanchard

Prince Charming / David / David Nolan

Nova / Astrid

Dreamy / Grumpy / Leroy

Cruella De Vill

Maleficent

Ursula

Lily Page

Hades

Pretty in Pink:

Steff McKee

Prodigal Son:

Ainsley Whitly

Jessica Whitly

Martin Whitly

Malcolm (Whitly) Bright

Dr Edrisa Tanaka

Eve Blanchard

Dani Powell

Gil Arroyo

Nicholas Endicott

Stargate (1994 movie):

Dr Daniel Jackson

Stargate: Universe:

Dr Nicholas Rush

Chloe Armstrong

Dr Amanda Perry

The Adventurer: The Curse of the Midas Box:

Captain Will Charity

The Good Fight:

Roland Blum

Maia Rindell

The Passengers:

Arthur, The Android

The Smurfs (Film Series):

Grace Winslow

The Stick-up:

John Parker

Twilight (Film Series):

Aro Volturi

Underworld:

Lucian

#muse list.

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Chapter 12 (Part 3): Goodbye Love (Empty Canvas)

The next morning we woke up around ten and started to pack up camp to head back to the civilized world. This however was not as easy as it seems, for various reasons. Jeff was the only one that forgot to bring regular clothes for the next day, so he was still stuck in his marshmallowed Chewbacca costume and was hating every second of it. Corrine was quite fine, but just kept laughing at him, which made Ament even more frustrated. Mike had a huge hangover and Stone was yelling at him for being such a useless pain in the ass which made packing up the tent even more difficult than it already was, because it was only worsening Mike’s massive headache. Cornell was also miserable. Due to sleeping in a tent and carrying Johnny his back was killing him. I knew he was probably exaggerating it a bit, but he looked like a crippled old lady. Johnny on the other hand kept complaining about hygiene or the lack thereof in the woods.

Eddie and I seemed to be the only ones that were somewhat in a productive mood, so after packing our stuff we helped the rest and eventually we all made our ways back to the cars.

Corrine, Jeff, Stone and Mike were taking the Pizza Van of Doom back to the city, Eddie, Chris, Johnny and I were taking Chris’s car. I was thanking the lord for that, because being stuck in the Pizza Van of Doom at that moment seemed like a very unpleasant experience, because Stone looked like he was about to explode any second. We said our goodbyes and started making our way back to the city.

We first dropped off Johnny at his place. I’d never seen anyone that happy to get back home. He gave us all warm goodbyes before running inside, singsonging in glee about the pleasure of taking a shower. Next up was my place.

When we eventually get there, I get out of the car and Eddie does so as well. He opens the trunk of the car and takes out my bag.

“You know I’m perfectly capable of doing that myself, right?” I ask him quite teasingly and he just rolls his eyes.

“Would you please allow me to be a gentleman and carry this up for you?” he asks me with a smirk.

“If you can’t help it”, I reply giving him a peck on the cheek. I however nearly knock him over when Cornell honks the car horn.

“Vedder, are you coming or what? I wanna get home, these spandex pants are riding up my ass and if I don’t get these things off within the next hour I’ll never be able to have children”, Cornell shouts from the front.

“Isn’t that a good thing?” Eddie shouts back laughing, causing a very unamused Chris to stick his head through the window.

“Are we being funny?” he asks quite dryly, before adding: “So you coming?”

“I think I’ll just stick around for a while, I’ll see you back the apartment”, Eddie says, gesturing to my bag as if that’s the only reason that’s keeping him here.

“Oh, I get it”, Cornell says, some livelihood coming back to his face, “You wanna make up for a lost night. Again sorry about Johnny getting into your tent, you know how he can over exaggerate things”, Chris says sounding sympathetic and I have to muster up all my strength not to start laughing at him, because when it comes to his snoring, Johnny’s not exaggerating. Cornell turns on the ignition.

“Have fun, you fuckers. And remember be safe. We don’t want Vedder-Carmichael offspring roaming the earth. At least not yet!” And with the words Cornell drives off.

“You wanna know a funny thing?” Eddie says as we make our way up to my apartment.

“Please do tell”, I say as I fumble with my keys, trying to get in. Something at which I eventually succeed.

“He’s the second person that has already alluded to us having kids”, Eddie says before putting my bag down.

“Really? Who was the first?” I ask quite amused. It’s really fucking early in a relationship to already start talking about the idea of having kids and even though I don’t want that yet, it’s something that I’ve always wanted. Even though I had given up on the idea when I was with Andy. First of all, he didn’t want children, like ever… And he was very adamant about it. It would never have been a possibility, not even if we were in our thirties. Secondly, I’d given up on the idea, because I knew that however much I loved Andy, he wouldn’t have been a good father… At least not unless he made radical changes, which he didn’t. He wouldn’t make them for me, he probably wouldn’t make them for a child as well. And saddling up an innocent little thing with a junkie father was not something I intended to do. But with Eddie, somewhere along the line (meaning quite a few years in the future of all goes well and we’re still together)… I could see it happening. I bet he would be a great dad. Lola, calm down, you’ve only been dating for week and your biological clock isn’t running out of time any time soon, so calm the fuck down. If only he knew what I was thinking, he’d run away screaming probably. Thank God people can’t read minds.

“Jackie”, he says and turns to me, a goofy smile spread across his lips.

“Your boss in San Diego. Big lady with big heart?” I ask him, trying to get it all right. When he came back from San Diego he spent the whole night talking about everyone that he said his goodbyes to. He sounded somewhat melancholic and my heart still aches for him about it. there’s so many people that he’s left behind.

“Yes, that’s the one. She just started talking about it and she wouldn’t stop until I literally forced her to. But she meant well”, he says and first he’s looking at me and then something catches his eye. I turn around to follow his gaze. He’s looking at the picture above my dresser. One in particular, so it seems. I have a feeling I know which one it is.

“So that’s you and Andy?” he asks me after a short amount of silence, confirming my suspicions about the picture he was looking at. It’s a picture of Andy and I, on Cornell’s couch. I’m sitting on his lap and his arms are wrapped around my waist, squeezing me tight. We’re covered in dust and laughing our asses off. I’ve always loved that picture. I haven’t had the heart to take it down yet. Eddie’s probably noticed it before, but I guess this is the first time he wanted to ask me about it.

“Yes”, I confirm and step closer. We’ve both stepped closer and we’re looking at the picture together.

“You look happy”, he says in a small voice, somewhere between happiness and sadness. Happy that I was happy then, sad that I am broken now.

“We were”, I confirm and I can’t help but smile. “I remember the night that picture was taken. It was at a party at his and Cornell’s apartment… Now your apartment… Anyhow, we hadn’t really been dating that long”, I explain to him. He’s now noticing the dust and the bottles of alcohol all over the picture and points at it.

“Looks like one hell of a party”, he says with a chuckle, though I know it’s not really genuine. I understand, yet on the other hand, jealousy for a dead man seems unnecessary.

“It was”, I say, trying to ignore the underlying tone in his voice. “Stone decided he was Tarzan and tied a bed sheet to the ceiling fan, to use it as a liana. He started swing around and the ceiling fan came down”, I explain and contain my laughter anymore. Eddie laughs as well, this time actually genuine. Stone doesn’t get piss drunk often, but when he does his antics are quite legendary.

“Is that why the ceiling in the living room is so cracked up?” Eddie says after pondering for a while. Oh God, that ceiling looks like they have a sumo wrestler living upstairs. They have now replaced the ceiling fan with a lamp, but they haven’t gotten around to filling up the cracks yet. Not them… Not Andy and Chris. There’s no such thing anymore as Andy and Chris. It has been just Chris for a while. And now it’s Chris and Eddie. And Eddie shouldn’t have to clean up the old mess. One, because it’s not his fault and two, because he’d be doing nothing else. Everything in that apartment is about to fall apart.

“Exactly”, I confirm his question and he lets out a laugh.

“At that point during the night we were all too out of it to even care, so that’s why we’re cry laughing in that picture, because the only thing Stone managed to say at that point was: ‘Me Stone, me auwch!’” I finish the story and can’t help but laugh again. It’s crazy to think that all of this was how things used to be reality. That it used to normal. So much has changed so fast.

“Really, Stone? I can’t imagine him doing such a thing”, Eddie says and I shake my head. Oh my young Paduan, you have a lot to learn.

“That’s what happens when you give Stone tequila. Under any given circumstances do not give Stone tequila”, I tell him and Eddie nods.

“Noted”, Eddie says after making his mental note, making sure not to forget it. After that we’re both silent, still looking at the picture.

“You know… Andy and I… It wasn’t always like that”, I eventually say, giving voice to the thoughts that are spooking around my head.

“You don’t have to talk about it. I know it hurts you”, Eddie says and there’s this weird edge to his voice. It’s almost like he’s begging.

“No, I need to talk about it because you have a right to know”, I say, standing by my point. I’ve come to the conclusion that if I want things to work between us, I need to be honest with him. I can’t keep hiding it all away. He has to know. He has a right to know.

“Are you sure?” he asks hesitantly and I nod as I wake my way over to my bed. I sit on the edge and gesture for Eddie to come and sit next to me, which he does.

“Andy and I… “ I start out, trying to find the words, but they are not quite coming to me yet. “Our relationship… It was tumultuous to say the least. When it was good, it was great and the best thing that could’ve happened to us. But when it was bad, it was horrible. We started dating in April of last year and everything was good. Too good… It was only after three months when I started noticing the needle marks on his arm that he admitted to using”, I say and those last words come out in a mumble as I’m trying to control the shaking off my voice. Eddie puts a hand on my shoulder and forces me to look at him.

“Lola, know you can stop at any time, okay?” he says, making sure I look him in the eye and understand. I nod.

“Yeah, I know”, I mutter and give him a smile smile, which he returns as he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.

“But I need to get it out….” I say and decide that I will no longer hesitate. I need to get it out, it has been chewing me up inside that I’ve kept all of this from him.

“I tried to get him to stop. I tried to get him to rehab, but he refused… I thought at one point that he actually had stopped , and he might’ve stopped for a while. But then it started again, worse than ever. I begged him, and pleaded. But he didn’t want to hear it. I should’ve ended it at that point, but I couldn’t”, I mutter and take my time for a second, trying to find the right words to continue.

“Because you loved him…” Eddie attempts to help me finish my thoughts.

“Because I love him…” I say and only after I say it, I realize I’m still using present tense. I guess there’s a part in my sub conscience that just doesn’t quite want to accept the fact that he gone.

“And then one day at work, Chris calls in. And I remember thinking in that moment: strange, Andy never calls me at work. I pick up the phone and Chris is hysterical and explains me what happened” I say and I can see the pain in Eddie’s eyes. For both of us. For me and for Chris.

“I managed to get some time off from the hotel and went straight to the hospital… And there he was, lying in a bed, hooked up to a thousand machines… I sat by his bed for a week, until they eventually pulled the plug. I heard the monitors go silent.” I managed to stay strong through that story, but when I say those last words and am remembered of that horrible moment when the beeping slowed down and eventually stopped, I can’t help but let out the tears I’d been holding back. Thinking about that moment is so painful. Because it only feels like yesterday and I remember every single detail. From how his slight grip on my hand just disappeared and how his face fell into this kind of soft peace. How he looked painless. Then I remember completely loosing it, throwing myself onto him, trying to get him back, but I couldn’t. I remember Jeff dragging me off of him and holding me as I screamed and sobbed. He held me when I tried to go with him as they put the sheet over his face and wheeled him away to the morgue. Jeff held me for hours until I eventually had screamed and cried myself to sleep…

“Lola…” Eddie says my name, trying to bring me back to earth from going back in time to March 19th.

“No, Eddie, please, just let me finish, please”, I say to him, pushing his arms away. Him holding me right now feels, strange.

“Lola, please stop, I can’t bear to see you like this”, he says and it’s only now that I realize his voice is cracking up as well. I look at him and see tears in the corners of his eyes. My prediction had come true, I’m taking him down with me just as I said I would if I allowed myself to be with him.

“Like what..?” I ask him and I realize I’m letting out the resentment I feel towards myself in this moment and I’m unleashing it onto him. He doesn’t deserve it, but I can’t help it.

“Like what huh? A mess, a broken girl? Well sorry Vedder, but apparently you missed the memo that I’m an absolute wreck and there’s nothing you can about it. And I’m sorry if I’m ruining your image of me, but you need to fucking know. Because otherwise I’d feel like I’d be lying to you. Lying to myself”, I let out and I’m not yet screaming, but my voice is certainly louder than it was before. Something in Eddie’s eyes has shifted. From sadness to… Anger, rage, resentment. Not quite those things and yet all of those things.

“Stop it”, he mutters and it sounds somewhat like threat. But that only edges me on, working like a red sheet on a bull.

“You wanna know something? I was… No sorry… Am torn up about us”, I say and I immediately regret it. First of all because there’s this viciousness in my voice that normally would never, ever be there, certainly not towards him. Secondly because I realize I’ve opened the door to the end.

“What?” he lets out, the anger is momentarily gone and is now just replaced by full on surprise.

“Torn up, because I don’t know how to fucking feel about it all”, I say and I know I’m only digging a deeper hole for myself. But now that I’ve started, I can’t stop. I can’t half ass the truth any longer.

“What the hell are you talking about?” he questions me.

“I don’t know if what we’re doing is right. Because I had my one shot at love, or so it feels like, and I don’t think I can ever get that again. I don’t know if I can forget him, if I can move on. I thought about ending this before it even started, not wanting to drag you along into it… But look where we are, I’ve already dragged you into it more than you ever wanted. Maybe I should just let you go.” My thoughts evolved as I spoke, every new conclusion coming out straight away and I’m startled by the last one. I should let him go, I realize. He’s seen how bad it gets and he doesn’t seem to be okay with it. I couldn’t ask that of him. As I look at him in this moment pure confusion on his face, along with traces of anger and sadness, I realize that this is what I have to do. I can’t see him like this. And knowing I’m the cause of it all only makes it a million times worse.

“Let me go?” he repeats my words, like he’s never heard them before in his life.

“For your own good, so you wouldn’t have to deal with this”, I mumble, a coldness coming over my voice. I can’t bear to look at him, so I’m staring down at my lap.

“And how would that be for my own good, when it would just make me miserable?” he questions me and his words feel like knives. Don’t, please don’t say those things, I want to beg, but I know I can’t. Because we’d be drawn back to each other and I’d just make him more and more miserable. I can’t do that to him him. It would break his heart, it would break mine.

“Miserable for a moment, afterwards you’ll be so happy when you realize that you’re not stuck with me”, I say and try to remain calm. If I start crying now, or show more emotion than coldness, he’d take me into his arms and I’d be a goner.

“But what if I want to be stuck with you”, he says and my heart shatters. He tries to make me look at him, practically whimpering when I push him away. I can’t look at those baby blues. It would crush me only more.

“It’s not only your decision to make”, I say and I can’t hold back the tears anymore. I hate that I have to do this and that I have to do it this way. But I have to do it, for him. So he can go on and be happy.

“How is it not my decision to make?” he questions me, the anger back in his voice and it makes me flinch. “I get to choose who I’m with and I want to be with you…” Please don’t say those words. I want to change my mind and throw myself into his arms, telling him that I want to be his and have him kiss my tears away.

“Do you even want to be with me?” he eventually asks, soft anger still in his voice and I almost lose it in that moment. I have to try my hardest to not sob.

“Eddie, that’s not the…” I start saying, but he’s not having any of my excuses.

“I see, you don’t want to be with me”, he interrupt me coldly and it feels like someone is tearing my heart from my chest. “It’s just a fling to you, isn’t it? To try and forget that fucked up junkie that happens to be your ex.” His words are dripping in venom and they trigger something inside me. He can direct his anger at me all he wants, I deserve it after all. But he has to leave Andy out of his.

“Don’t talk about him like that”, I say, trying to contain my own anger.

“You know, I’d never do such a thing to you, make you so miserable. But he… He just dragged you along and through the dirt for his own pleasure”, he says and his eyes are filled with rage. Towards me? For being so weak? That’s probably it. But he can’t use Andy as a way to let out his resentment towards me.

“Don’t say that”, I say and I realize I’m almost threatening him. But he’s getting on my nerves in the wrong way. Vedder, you better watch those next words.

“But he did, he was horrible to you for putting you through such a thing. And you know what, maybe you like it that way, maybe you want people to treat you like you’re worth nothing.” That’s it.

“ENOUGH”, I shout and for the first time in what feels like forever we’re looking at each other. It feels like we’re seeing each other in a different light. Like we’re seeing our true selves for the first time. He doesn’t like what he’s seeing, and I’m not too pleased either. I know my Eddie is somewhere underneath that mask of rage. My Eddie, kind Eddie, sweet Eddie, caring Eddie. He’s there somewhere, but I can’t see him.

“Get out”, I whisper, the coldness in my voice harsher than it has ever been.

“My pleasure”, are the last words he says before he closes the door behind him and walks out of my life.

I sit on the bed and I want to cry, mourn the loves I’ve lost. But I can’t. I just feel numb and it feels awful. But I know I did the right thing. He’s free and one day he’ll thank me.

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