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crystalninjaphoenix · 3 years

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Another Life

Switch AU

A JSE Fanfic

I’ve decided to take this story to properly introduce Switch!Jack to the AU. Because I think I’ve come up with a great way for him to fit in and I’m really excited to see more of him :D And most of the others are, too. Except for Anti. Seems like his trust issues are acting up. Those two just need to get to know each other, it’ll be fiiiiiine. Anyway, hope you guys like this story, and like Switch!Jack as much as I do ^-^

More of this AU found here

It was noon on a Friday, and Anti was getting off a bus. He watched as it pulled away from the stop, then sighed. He didn’t want to be here. He didn’t want to do this. But the others did, and so here he was, reluctantly going along with their plan to get to know this new guy: Jack, Sam’s friend.

He never understood why the others—JJ and Jackie especially—were always so eager to add new people to this group. Especially people they barely knew, like Jack. Really, what had he done so far? He’d showed up at the park and got Anti home after that incident at the Aspen Street house. Then told the others that he was fine. And...that was it. But because he was connected to Sam, and they knew that strange little eyeball to be friendly, they thought it was a good idea to get to know the guy. Anti just didn’t see the point. They didn’t know anything about him! What if this was some sort of trick?

Sighing, Anti started walking, heading towards the restaurant where they’d agreed to meet. At the very least, he could use this as a way to figure out what was going on with Sam. See if they could learn what Sam was, and things like that.

They’d invited Jack to The Waffle Cone, one of their usual places, thinking the casual, familiar setting would be a nice getting-to-know-you environment. But instead of their usual spot at a table near the window, they’d instead taken one of the booths near the back, in a slight alcove with no windows nearby. So that Sam could fly around the semi-hidden area without being seen by passerbys. Though Anti couldn’t help but notice when he walked in that Jack, and therefore Sam, were nowhere to be seen. Why was that? A harmless reason, or something else? He sighed as he walked towards the back to join the others.

“Hey Anti!” Jackie stood up, reaching out but pausing before actually making contact.

“Hey.” Anti patted Jackie on the back. It was a casual contact day. “Wow, so Highlighter Hair is even later than I am?”

“Highlighter Hair? C’mon, Anti,” Jackie sighed.

“Well he’s right, his hair is really bright,” Marvin pointed out from where he was sitting near the wall. “Why woul’ anyone want t’at? Doesn’ it just draw attention?”

“Some people want that,” Schneep muttered. He was sitting opposite Marvin, but when Anti showed up he stood and walked out of the booth, letting Anti have the seat by the wall.

“Yeah, the question is why,” Anti said, sitting down. “Like, if you have a magic eyeball companion, you’d want to blend in, right?”

After a bit of musical chairs they ended up with Anti by the wall, Schneep next to him, then Jackie on the end. On the other bench were Marvin and JJ. Maybe it’s for work? Jameson suggested, signing slowly.

“For a job? Is that what you said?” Anti asked. JJ nodded, and at that, Anti considered the idea. “Well, what does he do that needs neon-colored hair?”

JJ reached into his pocket. After a bit of rummaging, he took out his wallet, and put the card Jack had given him into the middle of the table. Everyone leaned close to look. “Oh, so he’s a musician,” Jackie said.

“A musician with a weird floating eyeball companion who can talk with him telepathically,” Anti stressed.

“You know, considering you are the only other person here with dyed hair, you really should not be judging people on their appearance,” Schneep commented.

“I—that’s not the point!” Anti protested. “He’s got to be something more!”

“Well we can ask him, because he’s showin’ up,” Marvin said, gesturing towards the front entrance. At that very moment, Jack was walking in, hands in his pockets and highlighter-bright hair practically glowing in the sunlight, and looking around. Jackie stood up and waved to draw his attention. Jack smiled and waved back, then headed over.

“Hi everyone. Sorry I’m late,” he said, sliding into the empty spot next to JJ. “I got lost. This place is pretty far from the tourist-y parts of the city I’ve been in so far.”

“Oh my god!” Schneep threw his hands up in the air. “Why is everyone Irish?!”

Anti and Marvin burst into laughter. “Hey, I’m not Irish,” Jackie pointed out.

“Your mom is, it is the same thing if you are half,” Schneep rebutted.

JJ picked his pencil and notebook up from the table and wrote, I’m definitely not Irish. 100% British.

“Oh, god, Jems, that’s even worse,” Marvin snickered.

JJ gasped exaggeratedly, then nudged Marvin’s arms, making him laugh more.

Jack was chuckling as well. “Yeah, I was just thinking to myself that this city has a lot of Irish people in it. Even the name sounds more Irish than British, right? ‘Mirygale.’ I’ve been all over, and that’s not very English if you ask me. Wonder why that is.”

Jackie shrugged. “I guess maybe there’s always been a bunch of Irish people in the area. I bet if you looked up city history there’d be something interesting there.”

“You sound like a primary school teacher assigning a topic to a kid’s first essay,” Anti muttered. “Is Sam here?”

“Yeah, of course.” Jack took off his backpack and unzipped it. The moment it was open enough Sam flew out. They looked around, taking in the setting, then floated back down to the table, scooting closer to Jack, who patted them, smiling. “We always go everywhere together. Which is why I was so worried when they decided to come here on their own and didn’t tell me.”

Schneep hummed. “They did that without telling you? Is that not a bit rude?”

“We’ve already talked it over by ourselves,” Jack said. “So if you’re trying to get them to apologize, they already did.”

“Okay, Jack. Mr. McLoughlin.” Anti leaned across the table, getting as close to Jack as he could without Schneep shoving him back. “Time to talk about this. Where the fuck do you get a floating eyeball? Where did they come from? Why can you talk to them but nobody else can? Also what the fuck are they? None of us have ever heard of a floating green eye. What are you?”

“Anti,” Jackie said, putting a hand on his arm. “Can you back off a bit? We just met the guy.”

Jack was unphased by Anti’s hostile tone and blatant mistrust. He just adjusted his glasses and said, “Yeah, Sam’s told me all about you guys. You’re all magic or something, right?”

“Well, technic’lly Jems is the only magician,” Marvin pointed out. JJ nodded, then pulled his usual parlor trick of tiny blue fireworks.

“Whoa.” Jack whistled. “I’ve never really talked to a real magician before.”

JJ tilted his head. So...you know there are real magicians?

“Sort of, yeah. Sam and I have met some, but it was always a lot of questioning and exchanging information, you know, kinda like what Anti’s trying to do.” Anti jumped at being called out like that, and Jack laughed a bit. “It’s fine, I’m used to it. But if we’re at a restaurant, can we at least order food first? I’m starving.”

“Yeah, of course. Hang on.” Jackie handed Jack his menu. “Here, let’s all find something then I’ll go up and order.”

A while later everyone had their food, eating and chatting about nothing. Except for Anti. He just kept staring at Jack, eyes narrowed, listening to everyone else talk about movies and video games and books. Sam was curled up around the salt and pepper shakers in the middle of the table, constantly turning around to follow the thread of conversation. “So does Sam need to eat?” Anti asked the second there was a lull in the conversation. “Because they never did when they were staying with me.”

Jack shook his head, taking a moment to swallow the bite of his sandwich he’d just taken. “No, but they get really upset when I don’t. We like, share energy. Mostly. They just kinda get hangry.”

You share energy and you can hear their thoughts? So you ARE connected somehow, JJ quickly wrote.

“Guys, we really shouldn’t be asking questions Jack doesn’t want to answer right now,” Jackie pointed out.

“No no no, it’s fine, don’t worry,” Jack reassured him. “I’m not actually upset about it. I just thought we’d get to know each other a little first. Sam’s told me a lot about you guys, but it’s not the same, you know?”

Sorry, JJ signed. Then realizing Jack probably didn’t know what he said, he wrote Sorry out on the paper instead.

“Really, it’s alright.”

“Jackie, it is fine,” Schneep said. “We are all curious, Jack is fine with it, really there is no problem.”

“Wait, t’ere was a problem?” Marvin asked, confused.

“No, no problem!” Jack repeated. “Man, there is no train of thought with you guys. Or there is, it’s just all winding around and no one is driving.”

“Thanks, it’s the ADD in two of us combined with the bad social skills of the others,” Jackie said.

“Wh—well, we know, but hey,” Schneep said, mock-offended.

“Anyway, back to the question,” Anti said, rubbing the side of his head where an ache was starting to develop. “You and Sam are connected?”

“Uh-huh.” Jack nodded. Sam wiggled their way out from between the salt and pepper and hopped over to Jack’s shoulder. “Of course we are, they’re my eye.”

There was a moment of silence as the others all collectively processed that statement. “Wait, y’mean...literally?” Marvin finally asked.

“Yep. Here, I’ll tell you the story.” Jack leaned back, tapping the table with his fingers. “I was about...nine or ten, and one day, my right eye just started really aching. My family took me to the doctor, but they couldn’t find anything wrong, so they just gave me some bandages to cover my eye and told me to keep it closed. Don’t remember why. But a couple days later, I woke up in the middle of the night and the whole right side of my head hurt. So I got out of bed, went over to the mirror on my desk, and took off the bandages to see if something looked wrong. The minute I did, plop! My eye fell out.”

“Oh my god!” Jackie gasped.

“You can bet that freaked me the fuck out,” Jack continued. “And then I looked down, and it was green, and glowing. And then it started to move, and it looked at me. And that was Sam.”

And you didn’t TELL anyone?! JJ asked, aghast.

“Jamie, please, what was he supposed to do?” Schneep asked. “He probably thought he would get in trouble with his parents.”

“Actually I thought that if I told anyone the government would come take me away,” Jack corrected. “So, uh. Yeah. Same idea, I guess. Same result. Sam stayed a secret, and over time they started getting bigger and able to fly, and now here they are.” Sam bounced, then nuzzled Jack’s neck.

“What about your eye now?” Marvin asked.

“That’s even weirder. I went back to bed, and in the morning, my eye was back in place. But Sam was still around. Of course, I was ten, so that made perfect sense to me at the time, but freaky as fuck looking back on it.”

“So it’s not fake?” Anti asked skeptically.

“Nope.” Jack tapped his cheek below his right eye. “Can see out of it and everything. I do kinda wish it looked a bit cooler, though. Like your thing, with the different colors? That would be cool.”

Anti didn’t say anything, not taking Jack’s clear peace offering.

I’ve never heard of something like this happening, JJ wrote. And neither has anyone I’ve spoken to. Have you, Jack?

Jack shook his head. “As far as I know, Sam and I are one-of-a-kind.”

“That is fascinating,” Schneep muttered. “I wonder why that happened? There was nothing that could have caused Sam?”

“Not that I remember,” Jack shrugged. “I’m just a guy, really. A guy with a living eyeball that has their own personality.”

“That’s not something that happens to ‘just a guy,’” Anti insisted. “And what do you do with this one-of-a-kind opportunity? You can’t tell me that you do regular shit when your life is like this.”

“Anti, I—” Jackie sighed. “Anti, can I talk to you? Somewhere private?”

“We’re in a restaurant, Jackie.”

“Then let’s go to the bathroom. C’mon.” Jackie stood up. Sighing, Anti started to get out of the booth, waited a moment for Schneep to let him out, then followed Jackie into the men’s bathroom.

“Well, we’re here,” Anti said, checking to make sure that nobody else was in the stalls. “And we’re alone. What’s wrong?”

“Look, Anti, I know you don’t like meeting new people,” Jackie said. “But you’re being...well...more dickish to Jack than usual. What’s the deal? Did you not like Sam or something?”

“No, I like Sam,” Anti said shortly. “If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have let them stay with me. Would’ve given them to one of you guys.”

“Okay, well, Sam and Jack are clearly a package deal, so what’s up?” Jackie folded his arms. “Because honestly? You’re being ridiculous. No, you’re being actively hostile. You weren’t like this with Marvin and JJ, you know. You weren’t like this with Stacy. What is it about Jack that’s causing this?”

Anti shifted on his feet, not looking at Jackie. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a switchblade, flipping it open and closed a couple times.

“If you want to leave, you can leave,” Jackie continued. “You don’t have to stick it out. If you’re staying because you want to know more about Sam, then we’ll tell you later. But...I just want to know. Are you just having a bad day and taking it out on him? Because right now it looks like you’re actively trying to make him uncomfortable—”

“That’s exactly what I’m trying to do,” Anti blurted out.

Jackie blinked, then put his hands on his hips. “Anti.”

“Don’t use your Dad Voice on me, it’s not like—I could’ve said that better.” Anti took a deep breath, switching his knife to his other hand, where he continued to flip it open and closed. “It’s—he’s too nice. It’s...weird. Like—okay, you mentioned when we met Jackson and Marvin for the first time. You know how they reacted to my asshole comments? Marvin called me out on it, and Jackson...well, Jameson’s a really nice guy, but he at least looked surprised when I said something like that. You know, uh...what’s the phrase? Caught off guard. Taken aback. But Jack is just...nice. It’s freaky.”

“Maybe Sam just told him what to expect,” Jackie suggested.

“There’s a fuckton of difference between hearing something and experiencing something,” Anti pointed out. “I keep pushing him to get a normal reaction, and by now he should’ve blinked a couple times, o-or given me a weird glance, but he hasn’t, and it’s freaky. It’s—” He ran his free hand through his hair. “Is he trying to get me to like him? Why? Nobody’s that nice without wanting something from you.”

Jackie paused. Then he raised an eyebrow. “Well I mean...I’d say that I was ‘that nice’ to you when I kept showing up at your room in the hospital despite you actively telling me to fuck off.”

“I—that was different,” Anti insisted. “You’re a doctor, it makes sense for you to check on a patient.”

“I don’t think it was that different. I mean, I didn’t have to keep showing up, but I did.” Jackie walked up to Anti’s side and put a hand on his shoulder. He tensed a bit, but when Jackie started to withdraw, he reached up and put his hand on top of his. “And Anti, I never wanted anything from you. I still don’t.”

Anti took another deep breath, inhaling through his nose and exhaling through his mouth. “I—it’s just—I can’t—” He gave up, frustrated that he couldn’t put it into words.

“Do you want to leave?” Jackie asked.

“No. No, I don’t.”

“Are you good with Jack?”

“I won’t be as dickish,” Anti said carefully. “I’ll maintain my usual level of dickishness.”

Jackie laughed. “That’s fine. You ready to go back?”

“Yeah.”

“C’mon then.” Jackie smiled, and led Anti back to join the others.

———————

“Daaaad! Someone’s at the door!”

Anti turned around at the sound of Will’s voice. “I’ll be right there!” he called, quickly pausing the game he was playing and all the recording software. Who could that be? He checked his phone real quick, but didn’t see any messages from the others saying they were coming over. Then again, last time someone dropped by unexpectedly it was Marvin, mind-controlled by Distorter. He should probably answer. So he stood up and left his recording room.

Will was sitting at the kitchenette counter, swinging his legs while he munched on a bowl of grapes from the fridge. His plushie rabbit Brian was sitting on the stool next to him. The doorbell rang, and he helpfully pointed at it. “I got it, bud, don’t worry,” Anti said as he passed him.

He opened the door. And immediately wished he’d thought to look through the peephole first. Jack was standing outside, looking pretty much the same as he had a couple days ago when they met him for lunch. “Hi,” he waved. “Sorry for dropping in all of a sudden, but—”

“How’d you get this address?” Anti interrupted.

Jack raised an eyebrow. “You gave it to me. I walked you here the first time we met. In the park, remember? I mean, I didn’t walk up here, but I asked a couple of your neighbors and—”

Anti groaned. “Those stupid—it’s my address, don’t give it away—what if someone wanted to kill me or something, dumbest move ever...” His complaints faded into angry muttering.

“They probably didn’t mean anything by it,” Jack said. “Anyway, I was—”

“Dad, who is it?” Will got off his stool, grabbing Brian as he did, and walked over to the door.

“Oh, uhhhhh...” Anti looked down at Will, now standing next to him, then back up at Jack. “This is...Jack. He’s...a new...friend.”

“You don’t make friends, Dad,” Will said.

“Well, friends make me, so it’s the same thing, really.”

Jack looked a bit shocked at first, but he quickly got over it. “Oh, so you’re Anti’s son? I should’ve known. Sam did say he had one. What’s your name?”

“I’m Will,” Will said, waving. “Do you want to come inside?”

“If your dad’ll let me.”

“I—” Anti sighed. “Yeah, step inside.”

“Thank you.” Jack didn’t walk too far into the apartment, hovering near the doorway as he looked around. “So this is your place?” For a moment, Sam peeked out from a gap in the zipper of his backpack, then they disappeared again. And Jack nodded, as if responding to someone. “Yeah, I see.”

“Sooo...why are you here?” Anti asked, closing the door.

“Oh, I wanted to see if you wanted to go somewhere,” Jack explained.

Anti fought the urge to glare at him suspiciously. “Why?”

Jack shrugged. “I just kinda felt like we got off on the wrong foot. Sam’s told me a lot about you, but I want to get to know you myself.”

Anti paused. “Is this a date? Because I don’t do romance, or...” He glanced at Will. “...the other stuff, either.”

“No, no no,” Jack hurried to say. “That’s cool, but I’m not into guys.”

“Oh good, we needed a token straight in the group.” Jack looked a bit surprised at that, and Anti just had to laugh. “Yeah, bet you weren’t expecting that.”

Jack laughed a little, too. “I mean, no. Goes to show how open-minded I should be. Anyway, not a date. Just sort of a friendly, let’s-talk-to-each-other thing.”

“Right.” That didn’t sound any more appealing. “Look, I was actually in the middle of work—”

“You should take a break, Dad,” Will interrupted. “You’ve been at the computer all day, and Mrs. Benson says you should limit your screen time.”

“I...well, she’s right,” Anti said carefully. “But this is for work.”

“You pause things all the time,” Will insisted. “Go have fun.”

Anti huffed. “I thought I was the parent here.” There was a bit of a smile on his face, though. “But speaking of that, I can’t just leave you on your own. And I can’t find a babysitter at the last minute like this.”

“I’m almost ten, Dad, I’ll be fine.”

“I...Will, honestly?” Anti bent over and whispered loudly. “It’s more for me than anything. I’d be worried, especially with what just happened.”

“Hmm.” Will’s face scrunched up as he thought up a solution to this problem. “Oh! You two can take me to Michelle’s house, first. There’s a bus stop close by!”

“I—Michelle’s ren might be busy, Will.”

“Then you should text them first.”

Jack smiled to himself. “Sounds like the kid’s got all the possible problems covered.”

Anti didn’t hold back on glaring at him this time. But, unfortunately, he was right. At this point, he couldn’t think of any more excuses to give to placate Will and his insistence that his dad have friends. “I wish you weren’t so smart sometimes, kid,” he muttered, straightening. “Alright, Highlighter Hair. Give me a minute to get everything ready then I guess I’ll go—where are we going?”

Jack paused. “Uhhh...well honestly, I didn’t think I’d get this far. You know what? I’m not that familiar with the city, anyway, where do you want to go?”

Oh. Anti hadn’t been expecting that. He blinked, considering the options. They’d just gone out for food, so he didn’t want to do that. A movie might be good, it would keep conversation from happening, but it also meant at least two hours out with Jack, and nothing good was playing, anyway. “We can just walk around,” he finally decided. “That’s fine.”

“Alright. Hey, you can show me some of the local sights!”

“Yeah. Sure. Now sit down while I wrap all my work stuff up.” Anti pointed at the sofa, and Jack quickly sat down, waiting patiently. He gave him one last look, then disappeared back into the recording room to shut everything down.

While in there, his eyes landed on the glass shelf where he kept his knife collection. After a moment’s hesitation, he unlocked the case and grabbed one, entirely black with a four-inch drop point blade. It came with a matching black sheathe, and he slipped the blade inside it, quickly grabbing his jacket with the largest pockets and putting the whole thing in the left pocket. Just in case. Of what, he wasn’t sure. But just in case.

———————

After taking the bus to Rama and Michelle’s house and dropping off Will, they ended up going to the shops. Not the more popular shopping district of the city, but the area on the west side that had a bunch of small shops in rows. Bookstores and art-and-crafts places, mostly, but there were also music shops, a video rental place, and a survival-type store that sold equipment like climbing ropes and sleeping bags. Jack seemed interested, and asked questions about what the shops were like, if Anti liked them. But eventually, the conversation topic turned to more personal matters.

“So, uh, Anti,” Jack said slowly, zipping up his jacket as a gust of wind made the chilly day even colder. “What do you like to do?”

Anti shrugged. “Hang out with the others. Do stuff with Will. Play video games. Normal shit.”

“Really? What’s your favorite game?”

“I like horror.”

“Oh I’ve played some horror before. Like what?”

Anti sighed. Jack’s questions were persistent. “There’s this game that came out like a year and a half ago that I like. It’s called Doki Doki Literature Club.”

Jack laughed a bit. “That’s a horror game?”

“Don’t fucking judge it by the title, okay?” Anti snapped. “I know it sounds ridiculous, but I played it on request, and got gut-punched by what happens in the story.”

“Hey, I wasn’t saying anything!” Jack raised his hands.

“You laughed.”

“Well you got to admit, it sounds a bit out there. But I guess it’s one of those ‘subvert your expectations’ types.”

“Exactly.” Anti nodded. And to change the subject, he asked, “What’s your favorite game, then?”

Jack’s eyes lit up. “Have you ever heard of Shadow of the Colossus?”

“No.”

“Oh, dude. It’s so cool! It’s on the PlayStation, and you play as this guy called Wander trying to defeat these creatures called the Colossuses—Colossi? I can never remember. Anyway, you have to find each one and then...”

Anti let Jack ramble on for a while, occasionally nodding or asking a question to get him to keep going. The streets were pretty empty; it was late November and chilly, nobody wanted to be out walking. But there were quite a few cars driving past. Though after a while they turned onto a dead end, the street ending in a square paved with red bricks and lined with a few benches, a couple concrete planters holding thin, leafless trees. Jack headed over to one of the benches and sat down. Anti followed, and after a moment, sat down on the opposite end, leaving about two feet of space in between them.

“So did you never have a PlayStation or something?” Jack finally asked. “Oh, PlayStation 2, I should say. Cause lord knows there are a million of them now.”

“There’s just four,” Anti said, rolling his eyes. “And no. No Xbox, either, before you ask. Or SNES.”

“Man. That must’ve sucked. Were they not big on video games in—uh, where are you from?”

“Ireland.”

Jack let out a huff of laughter. “Well no shit, I mean what county are you from?”

“Which one are you from?”

“Offaly.”

“Oh, of fucking course you are,” Anti muttered. “I should’ve guessed you were a middle-of-nowhere type by your accent.”

“Hey, yours doesn’t sound that much different!” Jack said defensively. “I bet you’re also a middle-of-nowhere type. Where is it? Longford? Westmeath?”

Anti gave up. “The first one, actually.”

“Knew it!” Jack said triumphantly. Then he paused. His expression shifted as a thought occurred to him. “Hey, did you—this is a fucking wild question, and you don’t have to answer it, but...did you happen to know a Ciara McLoughlin?”

Anti suddenly stiffened. He’d been avoiding looking directly at Jack this whole time, but his head snapped over at him. “What was that name?”

“Ciara McLoughlin, middle name Lily, I think. It’s a bit out there, but—”

Before Jack could even finish that question, Anti lunged. He knocked both of them off the bench, and they landed on the ground with a single solid thump! as Anti pinned Jack. A faint green glow rolled out of the gap in Jack’s backpack zipper, but Anti didn’t care. He’d reached into his pocket and pulled out the knife he’d packed—still in its sheath, but a threatening display nonetheless. “Who fucking sent you?” he hissed.

“Wh-what?!” Jack was completely shocked, surprised by the reaction and a little scared of the covered blade Anti was poking into his chest.

“Who sent you!?” Anti repeated, snarling. “It was her, wasn’t it?! This is what you wanted, this is why you’ve been so weirdly fucking nice! How’d you find me?!”

“What are you talking about?!” The shock was fading into confusion, mixed with a healthy dose of nerves.

“You! You you you youuuu...youuuuu...” Anti shook his head. “You can’t fucking pretend anymore. How did you find me?! What does she want?! And why does she care now, of all times?!”

“Anti, please, calm down,” Jack pleaded, trying to keep his voice gentle. “I really don’t know what you’re talking about! I—what do you mean ‘she’? Do you mean Ciara?”

“Of course I do, who else would I mean?!” Anti demanded, pressing the sheathed blade a bit further. “And you need to stop being all confused like this, the jig is up, I knew it, I knew you weren’t just that friendly, it’s impossible, nobody’s like that, everyone needs something and I don’t know if it’s for your own sake or you’re doing this for her, but I know, I know now, I know why you’re like this, is it information? Is that what you want? Or are you going to try to convince me to go back? Either way, fuck you, you’re not getting either of those.”

Jack just gaped at Anti as he ranted, not moving. Then, out of nowhere, a bright green light flew up towards Anti’s eyes. Gasping, he leaned back, not dropping the knife but pulling it away from Jack long enough for him to sit up and scramble back. Sam bumped against Anti’s forehead, slapping his face with their nerve-tail as if to say ‘get a hold of yourself!’

“Fucking hell, dude,” Jack said, a bit out of breath. He ran his hand over the spot where the knife had been poking him, but luckily he just found a little imprint, no blood. “Sorry I brought it up.”

Anti pushed Sam away from his face and gave Jack a closer look. “You...really don’t know what...what I’m talking about?” he asked haltingly.

“No!” Jack shook his head furiously. “But I can figure it out! You clearly did know Ciara, and you clearly have some sort of issue with her. Did she do something to you?”

Anti didn’t answer. He looked down at the knife in his hand—oh god, if he hadn’t brought the sheath, he’d have—his hand opened and let the knife clatter to the bricked ground as he covered his eyes with his hands. His pulse was racing, loud enough for him to feel in his neck. God damn it. He had to get himself under control. Just...breathe. Take a moment to just focus on breathing.

“Sorry,” Jack repeated, softer this time. “I-I didn’t know it would...be like that.”

“Course you didn’t,” Anti muttered, lowering his hands and looking around. It was lucky nobody had seen that.

“No, really, I-I didn’t,” Jack insisted. “I...When you said you were from Longford, I remembered that she lived there, so I wondered if you knew about her.”

“How do you know her?” Anti rebutted.

“She was my aunt,” Jack explained, taking off his glasses to make sure they weren’t damaged. “And I didn’t really know her, she never visited the family or anything. But. Yeah. My dad’s sister.”

“Oh.” Anti fell silent for a moment. He didn’t know that Ciara had a brother. A brother with kids. How was it possible that she’d never mentioned them?! That was a massive thing to never—in all that time—Anti groaned and rubbed his head. God, this hurt him, almost physically. If he’d known that—if he’d just—well, the past was dead. He’d killed it. So there was no use thinking about what might have been. But something sounded...off. In the way Jack talked about her. “What do you mean, she ‘was’ your aunt?”

“Well.” Jack hesitated for a moment, then said, quite bluntly, “She’s dead, actually.”

“...oh.” Anti waited for a reaction to rise up within him. Some sort of emotion, good or bad. But he felt...empty. Though maybe that made sense. “When?”

“When I was like...seventeen or something. Over ten years ago now. She got hit by a car.” Jack paused again, but Anti didn’t say anything more. So he stood up, slowly, and Sam flew around him. “I’m fine, Sam, don’t worry. No, nothing. Really.” Sam, worried, curled up in their usual spot on his shoulder.

“...Sorry,” Anti mumbled. “About the whole...thing. With the knife. I didn’t—I didn’t actually want to hurt you.”

Jack nodded. “Just don’t do it again.” He offered a hand, and after a moment, Anti took it, letting Jack pull him up. “Hey, uh...you’re probably not gonna answer this, but...are you okay with...telling me how you knew her?”

“No.” Anti shut down the notion immediately. He wasn’t about to share that whole mess with basically a stranger, when his close friends only knew the barest of details.

“Right, right. Sorry.” Jack took a step back, giving Anti some space. “Um...can I tell you something? I think you picked up on this, anyway, but...I’m not just a drummer. I do do that, but it’s to help pay expenses and stuff, you know?”

Anti’s shoulders raised. “What are you, a cop?”

“No! God no, I couldn’t do that,” Jack hurried to say. He took a deep breath, then continued. “There’s...not really a name for it, I think. But Sam and I travel around and...we help people. Not like a vigilante or anything, I hear you guys have one in this city? We don’t do stuff like that. I mean more...you know, mentally.”

“You’re a therapist?” Anti asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No, not really.” Jack shook his head. “Though I guess I could be. I’d just need to go back to school and shit. I just...support people. Kinda encourage them. If any of this makes sense. Like, i-if you’re having a hard time and your house is messy, but you can’t find the energy to clean, I can do that for you. Or if you need to talk to someone to get something off your chest. Again, I’m not a therapist, but I can listen and give advice.”

Anti suddenly laughed. “You’re a life coach?! Oh my god, Highlighter Hair. You do not look the part.”

“That’s still not—” Jack sighed. “Okay, look. Sam’s been staying with you guys for a while, right? They have this ability, this...this feeling they get, sometimes, that they need to do something. What happens is they can sort of tell where we’re needed next, but a few weeks ago, they got this feeling, and they could tell they needed to go alone. So, they headed here. And...they found you guys. And they could tell something was immediately wrong. Your...your kids went missing, right?” Jack asked that last part slowly, cautiously.

“...yeah,” Anti muttered.

“Right. And you were all going through it.” Jack glanced down at Sam. “And if they’d told me where they were going, I could’ve been here to help with that, but apparently they suddenly needed to leave right then in the middle of the night.” Sam swished their tail. Somehow, they looked guilty.

“Okay, okay, I get it,” Anti sighed. Actually, he probably understood more than Jack or Sam knew. He’d run into Sam the night of the kids’ disappearance, the night when he’d...had a breakdown. Just like he used to, years ago. And just like years ago, he might’ve continued on those random wanderings, out of his mind, if Sam hadn’t showed up and kept breaking up the routine. They’d probably saved him, in a way. Just like Jackie had, years ago, when he kept showing up in the hospital room of a nobody who didn’t care for him. “So...the real reason you guys are here is to fix us.”

“Don’t use that word,” Jack said firmly. “Nobody in your group is broken, you just need a little bit of help.”

Anti rolled his eyes. “Right.”

“I’m serious, I—” Jack sighed.

“Right. Just like you don’t want anything from us. How much are you offering for this?”

“I don’t charge for this,” Jack said. “We just...do it. Because some people need it.” He folded his arms. “Like you, Mr. I’ll-Threaten-You-With-A-Knife-For-Mentioning-This-Lady.”

“I said sorry,” Anti insisted.

“Are you sure you should be carrying knives around if that’s how you’ll react?”

“I—shut the fuck, up, I—I need to.” Anti realized his hands were shaking, so he folded his arms as well. “And usually, that doesn’t happen. I’ve just been—”

“A bit stressed lately?” Jack prompted.

Anti closed his eyes, and breathed in deeply for a long, long time. Then he let out his breath, equally slowly. “Does the rest of the group know about your life coaching?”

“It’s not life—I was going to explain it next time I saw them,” Jack said.

“Cool. Go see them now, there’s enough time left in the day for that. And if they still like you after that, then I guess you can hang around.” Of course they’d still like him after knowing that. It was the kind of people they were. Marvin and Schneep might be a bit upset that Jack didn’t tell them immediately, but they’d get over it. JJ would insist on including Jack in more group activities. Maybe Jackie would, too. Actually, he could see the two of them having a lot in common. Fitting that their names were almost the same, then.

Jack smiled widely. “Great! Glad to hear that.”

“Hear what? I’m telling you that my tolerance of your presence depends on what the others think.”

“Yeah, that’s great! I mean, c’mon, you haven’t exactly been welcoming. Or hiding the fact that you weren’t welcoming. So that’s a step up.”

Well he had a point there. Anti bent over and picked up his knife from where it had landed, slowly slipping it back into his pocket and buttoning it closed. He turned to leave. “Well, I’ll be going now. You can find a bus stop by yourself.”

“Sure,” Jack nodded. “I’ll be seeing you, then?”

Anti paused. Then he turned back. “And another thing. Don’t fucking analyze me without me saying. Believe it or not, I actually minored in psych, so I don’t have any fucking patience for armchair psychology from someone who probably only did a few searches on the Internet and is armed with just some sort of—of great attitude and a nosy want to help people.”

“I don’t do that stuff, Anti,” Jack reasserted. “But...don’t worry. If you don’t want help, I won’t offer. Unless it looks...bad.”

That sounded like it was as good a promise as he was going to get. Anti turned back around and started walking back down the street they’d come from. Jack called “Bye!” after him, and he raised a hand in response.

A few streets later, he found a bus stop for a line that he didn’t think Jack would take, and sat down to wait. And the moment he did, everything that just happened started bombarding his thoughts. Sam’s friend was some sort of...travelling...mental...helper. Who showed up here because he wanted to help the group with their problems. Sure. That made sense. And this guy was also her nephew. Who he didn’t know even existed, despite all the reasons he should have known. “God...fuck,” he muttered, looking up into the sky.

If Jack was going to be so present in their lives, how long would it take him to figure out...everything? Everything about Anti? The very thought raised a sense of panic in his chest.

No, Jack wouldn’t know. He’d make sure of it.

Well, Anti had to acknowledge one thing. Jackie was right; this new guy hadn’t wanted anything from them. He wanted to give something to them. That thing being some sort of help. That was...unexpected. In Anti’s experience, people didn’t offer aid for nothing in return. Or at least, they rarely did, as Jackie had reminded him the other day.

As the bus approached in the distance, Anti stood up, making sure the driver could see him. While getting on, he reflected that there was one thing he could count on: they’d be seeing a lot more of Jack in the future.

#jacksepticeye #jacksepticeye fanfiction #jacksepticegos #jacksepticeye au #septic egos #septic egos au #antisepticeye #programmer anti #switch!jack and sam #all the boys show up but those two are the most important so im sticking to them #brigid writes fanfiction #septicswitchau

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kimanda · 5 years

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Has Ireland ever physically hurt Northern Ireland? If i remember correctly, in your behind the mask story, there was a situation where Scotland and Ireland argued because he tried to kill North?

Oooh I remember when I wrote that chapter, back in 2012! I had no idea it was that old…

So in regards to that argument from the chapter, it was a reference to a oneshot that I was writing at the time where I wanted to explore how the fragile relationship that existed between Ireland and Northern Ireland fell apart. I thankfully never finished writing the oneshot and so never published it. I say thankfully, because I no longer consider it to be canon to my characters. ^^; It never felt right to me. To briefly describe what the oneshot was about: Ireland was angry over being pulled into the UK and was getting on England’s nerves by ranting about it constantly. England decided to try and scare Ireland into obedience by implying that if Ireland didn’t stop rebelling, England’s government could decide to replace Ireland by naming Northern Ireland as the “new” Ireland, making Ireland lose his status as a nation and potentially die. But that didn’t scare Ireland into silence. It convinced him that he needed to eliminate Northern Ireland, so one night he sneaked into Northern Ireland’s room and strangled/smothered (with a pillow) Northern Ireland. Thankfully Scotland felt that something was off and came just in time to drag Ireland off of Northern Ireland. There was a lot of yelling, England and Wales were alerted to the commotion and it just became pure chaos with Ireland revealing what England had said, England trying to protect himself by saying that he never thought Ireland would react that way, Scotland being simultaneously mad at both Ireland and England, and Wales quietly trying to calm a traumatized Northern Ireland.

Now why did I quietly shelve the idea? The setting never made sense to me. Chronologically it made little sense since I was using the name “Northern Ireland” a century before he would be officially founded as Northern Ireland. Also I felt that the fallout of the relationship between Ireland and Northern Ireland was happening too late and if the relationship should have started improving about 150 years after that incident, it felt too abrupt. So I pushed the fallout earlier, into the 1600s. It also helped that I found a historical event I could base myself on.

In the year 1641, an Irish rebellion started throughout the whole country. The British (mostly English, tbh) plantations were attacked and the colonists were killed or chased off. Northern Ireland, who was back then the Ulster Plantation, had the misfortune to having his identity discovered and was attacked for what he represented. He was severely beaten and strangled till he lost consciousness. Scotland found him much later and nursed him back to health, but no matter how much Northern Ireland tried to remember, the trauma of the attack left him with no memories of who had attacked him. Scotland needed to know if Ireland was involved in the attack, but Northern Ireland couldn’t confirm or deny it. But the longer Scotland thought it over, the more he started believing that Ireland had used the rebellion as an opportunity to try eliminating a foreign plantation. When Scotland’s king sent Scotland and an army over to Ireland to avenge the deaths of the colonists, Scotland had become fully convinced of Ireland’s guilt. When he found Ireland, Scotland confronted him about it, only to have Ireland neither confirm or deny his involvement as well. The fight between them turned ugly and eventually ended with Scotland having a bullet shot through his skull. For almost a decade afterwards, Scotland and Ireland refused to speak to each other and it almost seemed like their brotherly relationship was on the verge of fracturing completely. But external factors pushed both to realize that they do care for each other very much, even when they’ve both done morally-questionable things. In the later centuries, Scotland did periodically try to get a clear answer from Ireland to know if he had been involved in the attack on Northern Ireland/Ulster Plantation but Ireland always became silent as a grave on the subject. Scotland eventually stopped asking, Northern Ireland decided he was better off not having any memories of the attack and Ireland never attempted to come off clean or argue his innocence.

So, I’ve essentially decided to leave it up for anyone’s interpretation. I’m myself not sure if Ireland was part of the attack on Northern Ireland, or if he watched from a distance and did nothing, or he was completely innocent. Is Ireland capable of hurting Northern Ireland physically? Back then, very certainly. Ireland had a very deep hatred towards any plantation on his lands, regarding them as potential dangers to his survival as a nation. Scotland felt it was a strong possibility, he had known Ireland since the beginning and he was aware of Ireland’s hatred towards the plantations. Ireland’s silence on the subject also seems pretty damning. But maybe Ireland chose not to defend himself because when faced with Scotland’s rage, he might have felt trying to claim he was innocent would just cause the Scot to think Ireland was lying, which would have enraged Scotland even more. So “no answer” might have seemed like the better option to Ireland. Afterwards, Ireland might have decided to just let the subject die and not cause any more fuss over it.

Hope this is an okay answer. ^^; I realize that it is an ambiguous answer, but in this case, I almost prefer to have it this way. Maybe one day I will make up my mind and know with 100% certainty if Ireland is guilty or innocent. For the time being, I kind of like leaving it up for interpretation. (also short note: in modern day, Ireland would never hurt Northern Ireland physically. He has since tried to repair the broken relationship and though Northern Ireland wants them to get along, he is rightfully still wary of Ireland. After all, Ireland was for most of Northern Ireland’s life as a plantation openly hostile about his existence, and then when Northern Ireland gained the UK nation status, Ireland pretended he didn’t exist for the first half of the 20th century before changing his mind and slowly beginning to acknowledge Northern Ireland as his brother. Their relationship is a complicated one)

#headcanons #ask #aph ireland #aph northern ireland #aph scotland #anonymous

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puckmanhq · 5 years

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Start off real weird and let y’all know ya boy ain’t got a single cavityand I never had any braces or a retainer or anything. Was born with these perfect teeth, fam.

Not a fan of chocolate, don’t really like sweet shit in general. Not a sweet tooth kind of guy and if I’m going sweet it’s probably my morning protein shake or my fruit, granola and Greek yogurt snack.

I’ve got a really high tolerance for spicy food, I’m talking Thai lava spice, got the meal for free, kind of tolerance. Apparently, as a kid I use to just eat hot peppers, so I’m that’s how that shit happened. Guess I’ve always liked it hot.

I call my mom, like, five times a week, and I ain’t ashamed.

I’ve got a little sister back home who only OG Prankerman fans have probably seen, she was in my like second every video. She’s just as bad as me, but like 100 times smarter, so she’s actually probably worse.

Despite what google tells you my name is not Noel Elijah, I legit have no idea where that came from, but I’m kinda down with the fact that people don’t know my legal name.

I’ve got two ex’s including Lucky and the other is someone I’ve been linked to in the past.Good luck figuring that shit out.

I am more of a cat person, I mean don’t get me wrong I fucking love dogs but I’ve had more cats as pets than dogs.

I’m a quarter Native, on my mom’s side.

I never graduated high school, most people know that though.

I’m romantic af, y’all don’t even know.

I play guitar, and I’m pretty alright.

I can carry a tune when I fucking want to.

My favorite band is Queen and that’s pretty much all I listen to when I have to run, only way I can get through that shit.

My favorite food is Jerk Chicken.

I wanted to be a firefighter, like I was fucking set on doing that.

Basically everything I do is for my kid, being a dad is my favorite thing about me if I’m being fucking honest.

I’m actually pretty organized, I’m not like super anal about that shit but I put shit back when it goes.

I spent three months in juvie when I was fifteen for doing something really fucking dumb. Be smarter than me kids, whatever illegal shit you’re thinking about doing, don’t, ain’t worth it.

22 Jump Street is legit my favorite movie and you can fucking @ me if you disagree.

Fuck rollercoasters with drops, like I do it but when I did that slingshot shit I passed the fuck out.

I was in gymnastics for six months when I was seven.

I don’t really do caffeine so all this obnoxious energy is just my natural charm.

I permanently fucked the roof of my mouth up when I was thirteen I lit a sparkler and swallowed it.

Ever since I dislocated my left shoulder when I was nineteen I sometimes wake up with that shit just not sitting right and I got to pop it back in myself.

I wake up at 4:30 every morning and have since I was like twenty because I gotta get my workout in and my hour long shower.

I sleep with like three fans running, doesn’t matter how fucking cold it is outside, I need that shit.

I like sweating, just not when I’m trying to fucking sleep.

When I was a kid my mom kept my hair kinda long and I fucking hated it.

I rocked the fuck out of a mohawk for the couple of years I was in high school and I still got laid.

I can’t cook for shit.

Never read or watched Harry Potter, really don’t plan on doing it either.

People better not wear fucking black to my funeral, shit’s fucking depressing.

Got my first tattoo the day after Jo was born, it’s her birthday and her first and middle name.

I got my ex’s name tattooed on me after we broke up and never told her but guess she knows now, shit’s still there too.

I change the code on my phone everyday, gotta protect those secrets man, can’t have my nudes leaking…. again.

I don’t own any apple products.

I use to wish I had a British accent, but then I thought I’d be too damn hot and the world isn’t ready for that.

Hulu is better than Netflix, that’s not even a fact about me that’s just a fucking fact in general.

I know every fucking word from Finding Dory, Jo was basically obsessed and wouldn’t let us watch fucking anything else for six months.

Rihanna is my celebrity crush.

Hozier’s my other celebrity crush.

I wax my chest and it hurts like a bitch every fucking time.

I sleep naked, like that’s not just me joking around and shit on twitter, I legit sleep butt ass naked.

I fucking love that people think I’m taller than I am, means I’m doing something right, giving off that tall man energy.

Without my scruff I look about 12, which is why you’ll never catch me clean shaven, plus my kid whole ass acts like she doesn’t know who the fuck I am when I shave.

I don’t actually get that much shit for free, I could probably ask for more free shit but I like to pay stuff, don’t really wanna owe anyone anything.

I’ve had the same manager since I started in the career, he’s a hardass but he’s legit, shout out to Mr. Knight.

I don’t really spend money on myself, i mostly donate, invest and spend it on friends and family. So long as the bills are paid I’m good.

I use bar soap and it’s usually Irish Spring.

#ihq:vlogwars #ihq:edit #ihq:headcanon #ihq:rocknryot

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mina-van1104 · 5 years

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💙Home means Nevada always when I’m near the beautiful, snowy mountain side 🏔. I was literally born & raised in Northern Nevada and lived there all my life. Proud Asian American. Always be proud of your ethnicity, race, descent.

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A TRUE American is not all about Cowboy boots & Country music (even though I love Cowboy boots & Country music), but I hope people know the TRUE AMERICANS are the NATIVE AMERICANS.

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If you are 100% caucasian and you have no Native American blood, sorry but you are not a TRUE American. You have European descent. Native Americans could be dark skinned or light skinned. History in America has been so “White washed.”

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When someone says you’re not an “American,” and they don’t have any Native American blood, you’re the one who’s not a TRUE American & you’re insulting your own people & you don’t even know it- how embarrassing these people who tell certain people they are not American when they don’t even have any Native American blood.•

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America is the Native American’s land then the majority of European Immigrants took over. It doesn’t matter if your family came to America 100-300 years ago, you have Family that were European Immigrants. Never disgrace your ancestors. So let’s be knowledgable about certain things we say. Be proud of your history.

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Being Native American is NOT insulting unlike evil Donald Trump calling them “Pocahontas” to make it as an insult. It’s so embarrassing this president makes fun of any race at all- he’s so useless & unprofessional as always (fact not opinion).•

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I take it as a compliment to be called “Pocahontas”. Pocahontas does not look down on other people who don’t look like them. She’s not ignorant. Native Americans are the the real TRUE AMERICANS & never forget that don’t let this “white washed” history change what really is. •

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I was born in Nevada & I Did a DNA history test and yes I am happy & excited to say that I am a mixed race with my official results of small (tiny) percentages of EUROPEAN Descent/ Blood (French, German, Irish, British, Italian,Spanish, Portuguese, 1% African American) as well as NATIVE AMERICAN Descent, with small percentage of Ashkenazi Jew but MAJORITY of Chinese & 2% Vietnamese Descent & other Asian Descent. I already have a mixed family (by blood I already know) with 100% Caucasian people as well as 50% caucasian cousins. •

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I loved mixed races and I also like pure races as well. What ever race you are- I’ll love you just the same 💕.I usually tell people in person I am Chinese but I don’t explain the other races I have in my blood because it’s a small percentage- but I do explain in person if I want to be your best friend forever•

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I was so excited that I got a tiny percentage of Ashkenazi Jew, because I love my Jewish people & all people even since I was in Elementary school & learned about the Holocaust even though it was heartbreaking, it was always my favorite to learn about & like I said I have donated a good amount to the Jewish foundation/ Charity back in July 2018 particularly in Israel though. That’s probably why I always loved Jewish People since I was in Elementary school because they are my own people by blood even without knowing it back then.

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My Grandma Thoia Ly Van who I was very close to who lived in Reno & passed away at the same house in 2002. My Grandma was BORN with natural blue eyes (& Asian) and I wondered as a kid if I was mixed with other European descents/blood. Even though I was born with beautiful brown 👁 eyes I want to remind you I permanently changed my eye color to blue in 2017. I will always love brown eyes as well as every eye color. Blue has always been my favorite color & that’s why I permanently changed it to that color in 2017. Reminding you I am not wearing eye contacts and they are not photoshopped in my photos. So just reminding you of that.

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DNA History test was so exciting and I recommend you do the test to see your true races and ethnicities (no matter small the percentages as long as you have that blood you’re good & you should always be proud of who you are ALWAYS).

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Real talk- I never pretend to be who I’m not. Everything I have said have been true. I’m usually always true to my words. My accomplishments big or small I literally accomplished them all. Yes I really have 2 medical licenses since 2014 the other one in 2015. Yes I literally completed college & graduated with 2 college degrees including my Bachelors of Sciences in Community Health Sciences in May 2016. Yes I got the job at Carson Tahoe Health & Saint Mary’s Regional Medical Center. •

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I got paid in both the hospitals working there as well as some other health facilities paid & unpaid. I don’t lie about my accomplishments or about anything actually. Yes I have accomplished things earlier than most people my age in the past I have completed most of my accomplishments earlier than people my age before I turned 21 so never underestimate me by how I look whether in school, athletics/sports, or anything never underestimate. •

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I don’t pretend to be someone I’m not. I’m not fake. I’ve done sports since I was very young & have done cross-country & Track & Field for 6 years straight since I was 12. I don’t need to pretend who I’m not, because I’ve always known & will know who I am and what I’m not. I’m proud of everything who I am and proud of everything I have accomplished in life. I know who my real friends are but I treat everyone the same (but treat my real friends extra better haha) & that does NOT mean I’m fake, because I’m not.

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I am writing this also because I love Elizabeth Warren who will be one of the presidential candidates. I got so excited about this. I wouldn’t have minded if a Democrat or Republican was president as long as it was not Donald Trump- who is obviously not a good leader. Even though I am a strong Democrat, please vote for anyone that is a true leader whether you are Democrat or Republican please do NOT ever vote for Hateful/Nazi Donald Trump again. Don’t underestimate Elizabeth Warren & don’t be sexist just because she’s not a man. This women (Elizebeth Warren knows what she’s talking about and what ALL people of all races deserve in America).

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You guys need not to be selfish and vote for the right president in 2020 (anybody besides Trump). Elizebeth Warren is very well known & I loved her since 2016. I cannot wait. There are people hurting out there- so please don’t be selfish and vote for someone who only cares for only CERTAIN people (*cough-cough* like Trump). Even-though the presidential election doesn't affect you, it has affected certain races & that is why you need to help all people of all races in America. Make America less divided with a new president like Elizabeth Warren or any other candidate besides evil Trump.

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Just so you know when someone yells “Go back to your country,” you are insulting everybody, because everybody had an immigrant in their family moving into America whether it’d be 200 or more years ago, your family ancestors were still immigrants, unless you are Native American, you are insulting your own people & that is embarrassing- you guys need to stop insulting others.

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When they go low, you go high. Don’t stoop down to their level. Remember "Strong people do not put others down, they lift others up." "Great minds talk about ideas, average minds talk about events, and small minds talk negatively about people."

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•Let’s be less divided and stand together no matter how different people look. Being judgmental of others will not bring you anywhere. Ignorance is not bliss. Haters hate what they don’t know. Knowledge is always power 💡. Educate. 📚💕.

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#RealTalk 💯 #Speech # Selfie # PositiveVibes # blessed # athletic # NevadaProud # NativeNevadan # PositiveVibes # grateful # puppies # cute # dogs # MiniAustralianShepherd # MiniAussie # RedMerle # Husky # HuskyMix 💎🐾🏃🏻‍♀️💪🏼 # happiness # RenoNevadaBornSparksRaised # HomeMeansNevada #Nevada # UNRnevadaAlumnaMay2016🎓 🐾 # PostUniversityGraduate 🎓 # WolfPackAlumna 🐾 # BachelorsHealthSciences # PublicHealth 🐺 # 2CollegeDegrees # 2ExtraMedicalLicenses # AllAccomplished 👊🏼 # AlreadyAllAchieved # TrueAccomplishments # NoFilter #integrity # honesty # humble # kind ✌🏼 # RenoBornSparksNative 🤙🏼🐾

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mcarfield · 6 years

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Me listening to this new James McArdle podcast interview: HIS VOICE IS SO BEAUTIFUL HELP GOD @earlgreytea68 : awwwww I can't help, sorry I now have to disappear to write my words boo Me: yes you should do that leave me here to die it's fine

MORE THOUGHTS i’m just going to have a freakout on you guys here hi

- omfg James dying to get back to Glasgow, bless his heart <3

- he sounds so exhausted oh my gosh my sweet son. And the shock at how bad Manhattan smells in the summer, haha. oh James.

- omg! he had an emergency operation over the break between London/NYC!!!! HE THOUGHT HE WASN’T GONNA GET TO BROADWAY OMG THIS DRAMA

- His care and attention for the Jewish aspects, like, he’s talked about that before, but he’s so — “you knew in new york they were out for blood if you didn’t”

- AHA. HERE WE GO. HIM TALKING ABOUT HOW YOU’RE ON SHOW CONSTANTLY IN NEW YORK. “Everything was held at the Marriott Marquis in Times Square, all I can remember is being at the Marriott and shaking — these botox faces “ — this actually is hilarious to me because I competed in a national talent competition (and won, no humblebrag) when I was in high school and every year it was in the Marriott Marquis and it was such a big deal and so I’ve always associated that hotel with the hoity toity Broadway shenanigans ad I love this.

- NO BUT REALLY JAMES MCARDLE, WE ALREADY KNEW YOU WERE CONSTANTLY EXHAUSTED BY HAVING TO DO THE RED CARPET.

[Me: omg he's talking about how much he hated doing the red carpet in NYC and how you were "always on show" omfg like am i not writing a fic about this literally right now BECAUSE I SEE INTO YOUR SOUL, JAMES MCARDLE

EGT: oh my god lol ]

- James talking about how everyone kept freaking out about how Scottish he was to be playing Louis, okay, someday i’m seriously going to make a roundup of all the times over his career that James McArdle has been Scots-shamed because it is ABSURD and RIDICULOUS and INFURIATING and APPARENTLY PERPETUAL, this keeps happening to him it’s so ludicrous okay i’m calm it’s cool

- and then he's just like, "it went well, thankfully" aksjfd;lasdfklasdslsadfkladsa oh my god the downplaying, i cannot. HE SERIOUSLY HAS NO IDEA HOW PHENOMENAL HE IS. he’s so self-deprecating.

- AAAAAAND now he’s talking about the UK class system, yes, yes, and “I think to certain audiences I will always be a Scottish actor” YES, DRAG THEM ALL, JIMMY.

(Also it took us a grand total of exactly 6 minutes to arrive at UK class politics because this is an interview with James McArdle and that’s just what you get, god i love him <3 <3 <3)

- omfg when he says that he felt like the new york crowd was baying for blood with him in particular, i 100% agree with this, all the reviews and audience comments i’ve read for this show from NYers, people just seemed so vicious about him not being Jewish (way more than Andrew not being queer), and the critics just couldn’t seem to get over his Scottishness, and it just has grated on me so much guys, i’m so sad that he felt that, too, BUT ALSO LOOK HOW MUCH HE FUCKING SHOWED THEM.

- James about the UK version of Scots-shaming = “They say you’re Scottish but they mean you’re working class, and you’ll never escape that” Yes, yes. He’s hinted at this so many times, and i’m glad he’s just coming out and saying it.

- His love for the James plays <3

- ALSO HIS HILARIOUS MOCKERY OF POSH BRITISH ACCENTS LOL

(James McArdle, you will absolutely one day play Hamlet, and that fellow RADA student who told you that you never would was probably losing his mind and feeling incredibly threatened because of how fucking incredible you are)

- They're setting Peer Gynt in Scotland because James is Scottish! What! Why are they doing this ahaha! THIS IS SO WEIRD. I MEAN. I WILL STILL SHOW UP FOR IT 8 TIMES BUT ISN’T THIS KINDA CONDESCENDING?!

- “Marianne Elliott is a perfectionist and i love her for that” <3

- Tovey didn’t want to do it, HMMMM, that’s so leading, I think that’s so veiled haha.

- JAMES THINKS PRIOR IS A BIT OF A WHINGE AHAHAHA OMG I LOVE HIM <3 SPOKEN LIKE THE GUY PLAYING LOUIS, THAT’S THE MOST HILARIOUS <3

- James saying he views the play as one big play and not two plays is very validating, this is also how I feel! THANKS BUDDY

- oh my god the Mouse Hunt story jklsadf;a

- I love him talking about Nathan Lane lolol

- I ALSO LOVE THE TWO OPENINGS TO BOTH PARTS OF THE PLAY I’M SO HAPPY HE GAVE THESE BEAUTIFUL MONOLOGUES THE LOVE THEY DESERVE <3

- “by the end of the fucking run they were just clap-happy. Ugh, it’s not a musical” sdf;lafkldsf;klsdfklasd oh my god i love him he’s the best

- “it’s good but it’s better that it’s over” ahahaha GUYS WHAT WAS I JUST SAYING LOL

- oh my gosh him describing how the fear of the Democracy in America scene got worse over time, and how it actually got "unbearable”!!!!! oh gosh, you can totally understand why he was afraid, too, because like I said elsewhere on this tumblr, the audience often thought he was dropping/missing lines when he was just delivering them so erratically and Louis-y omg <3 <3 James ILU you’re wonderful

- ahahaha omg the description of him dropping the single line though as Louis ahaha, god, he’s amazing, i love that he’s so open about the PSYCHOLOGICAL TERROR THAT IS ACTING HAHA

- his stance on being terrified of complacency is so obvious in everything he does, ahaha, what a good

- “i’m not method or anything, but i’m neurotic” — *rolls up sleeves* OKAY HERE WE GO DSAFKLJADS;F

- ANDREW IMMEDIATELY NOTICING THAT JAMES WAS FREAKED OUT BECAUSE HE MESSED UP A SINGLE WORD IN THEIR SCENE THOUGH

- OKAY

TONIGHT

I AM LEARNING

THAT JAMES MCARDLE IS A WALKING HURT/COMFORT TROPE OH MY GOD DSFKLJ;AFD

THIS STORY ABOUT HIM FORGETTING THIS SINGLE WORD AND HAVING 2 SOLID WEEKS OF STAGE FRIGHT IS SO SAD AND PURE :( :( :(

[EGT: I hope Andrew fucked him out of it

sdkf;akdsfkdskds ]

- James is so proud of being a PACE kid, awwwwww that’s so dorky and sweet

- “I still feel like I’m 16″ sdflkas;fdadskfa; omg the self-deprecation is so real

- “I feel like I’m an 87-year-old woman trapped in the body of an 18-year-old but the truth is I’m just an average 28-year-old man” wait wait DID HE JUST AGE HIMSELF DOWN A YEAR, I THOUGHT HE WAS 29? ahaha how does nobody know how old he is, i kept having to update his age in my first fic because i kept reading different reports about how old he was, god lol

- "i can't sing. i don't do false modesty and i'm telling you i can't sing."

jsdflsajflasjdljfs;lksdsd okay okay okay

1) lol somehow i already knew he couldn’t sing because he seems like the kind of guy who is philosophically opposed to the idea of himself singing ahaha

2) “i don’t do false modesty” oh my god this is so hot lololol

3) BUT ALSO JAMES MCARDLE YOU’VE JUST SAID LIKE 80 SELF-DEPRECATING STATEMENTS IN THIS ONE INTERVIEW ALONE LOL, INCLUDING THIS ONE

4) LOL WHATEVER FUCK YOU <3

- OH MY GOD THIS BAT STORY ASLDKJF;SFAD THIS BAT STORY

- i love that he’s telling his RADA audition story, omg <3 i’ve been wanting him to elaborate on this story!!!!! “you cheeky little bastard” — omfg i love him, you are a cheeky little bastard, well done, James McArdle <3

- “James McArdle, you walk like a fucking pogo stick” askldfjflaks;df what ahaha

- THEY’RE DOING AN AUDIOBOOK OF ANGELS <3 I’M SO EXCITED FOR THIS <3

- how is he still allowed to not say what the play is, WE ALL KNOW IT’S THE IBSEN CYCLE, LOL

- I’m so glad he’s taking this whole month off and SO glad he’s steering clear of the Fringe ahaha, and I’m sorry, barring the press junket for Mary Queen of Scots, what the hell is he doing with his time for the next 12 months, god damn

- ahahaha i’m sad we were deprived of “Mr. Brightside” as an Irish jig.

- “I also find now, the older I get — I’m saying this like I’m some old, jaded — I don’t even like to engage in conversations about the plays or the play. I just let people — especially people who ardently give you their clever opinion about what they liked and what they don’t like, and I just don’t care.” — James McArdle, I understand this impulse but also I think you might be a wee bit depressed

- “I’m not remotely interested, I want you to say I looked great, my costumes looked brilliant, and I was great.” ahaha. NO FALSE MODESTY HERE lol.

- “I’m grumpy, I feel grumpy!” salkjdfksalfd God he sounds like he needs such a long relaxing happy colorful vacation. I hope he gets it. <3

(But also I’m really glad he’s talking about how he needs to keep momentum going and find more work soon because this is exactly the plot of the fic I’m writing right now, which is set right now, and it’s nice that I’m keeping it in-character ahaha, THANKS, JAMES MCARDLE, CONTINUE TO BE BEAUTIFULLY TRANSPARENT, BYE)

#james mcardle #when will james mcardle come home from the war #lol #long post #god this is so long and i love him so much

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Adam| Gasoline ½ | Cole

Title; Gasoline Part 1/2

Pairing; Adam Cole/reader

Words; ~3,200

Summary; You’d do just about anything to win. And you really did mean anything. Part ½

A/N: Repost from the old blog.

And being accompanied by The Most Dangerous Woman in the World, (Y/N), the challengers from Detroit, Michigan, Alex Shelley and Chris Sabin, the Motor City Machine Guns!

This was it. This was the big one. Everything we had been working for was tonight.

The shot at the Ring of Honor tag team titles, currently held by Bullet Club’s Young Bucks.

Chris and Alex were overjoyed when they became the number one contenders. I had been a little bit more reserved. The Young Bucks meant Bullet Club members, at the very least Adam Cole, at ringside.

I could game plan for the Young Bucks, but having the entire Club at ringside to hold on to their last gold? That proved more challenging.

Getting Hangman Page out of the picture had been easy. Just had to say the right words to both the Hangman and Bobby Fish, two notorious hot heads, and they became embroiled in their own vicious feud. It didn’t 100% remove the Hangman from ringside, but if shit went pear shaped, I knew I could count on Bobby flying down the ramp to get involved. He’d even said as much when I had run into him at the airport as we were traveling to this show.

The two Gorillas of Destiny were thankfully called to Japan by the head of the Japanese Bullet Club, Kenny Omega. Rumor had it that there were going to be shenanigans at one of the tournaments the Club was in.

Cole was the wild card, the one I wasn’t entirely sure how to plan for. When the Machine Guns became the number one contenders, he was beside himself, trashing the Bullet Club locker room. Cole had already had a thundercloud following him after the loss of his title at Final Battle to Kyle O'Reilly. Now? He stalked around backstage like a lion with a sore paw and an even nastier disposition. The former champion had been prone to snapping at the stage hands in the back even on the best of his days, now he snarled and lashed out at everyone for the smallest of things.

Adam Cole was not a man that appreciated or would respond well to being manipulated. He was like fire; all consuming, mercurial, and passionate to the point of obsession in his pursuits. He was ruthless, reckless, charming, and cocksure and damned if that alone wasn’t catnip to me.

Even given his faults, I’d be remiss in saying he wasn’t beautiful. Tall and strong, long dark hair and too-blue eyes, with high cheekbones and a jaw line sharp enough to cut glass. Top it all off with the scruff along his jaw and a cocky smirk that made my stomach do backflips…

I shook my head, trying to get those kinds of thoughts out of my mind. The tense game of cat and mouse that had been played between myself and Adam Cole for weeks now. What had started as flirtatious smiles and winks had steadily progressed into sly games of grab ass. I wasn’t sure who was the cat and who was the mouse. I knew he was doing it to get under my skin and I was strong enough to admit it was kind of working.

This is why I had brought a couple… equalizers to ringside.

The roar of the crowd in Las Vegas made my blood sing and the brass knuckles in my jacket pockets clinked against me with every step that I took towards the ring, between Chris Sabin and Alex Shelley. The brass knuckles were only there if things went really bad, because I was counting on this ridiculously skimpy ring gear I had poured myself into to help serve as a distraction for Adam Cole. Chris had raised his brows and Alex had wolf whistled when I had met them at the gorilla because of the neckline I had cut myself into my Machine Guns shirt, the amount of midriff and tits showing, and the particularly risqué pair of hot pants. The only thing that provided even a hint of modesty was my trademark leather jacket.

The crowd had noticed too. The pop we normally got was intermixed with wolf whistles and catcalls. Both Chris and Alex chuckled under their breath as I hammed it up, winking at members of crowd and adjusting my shirt suggestively.

It was during this playful interaction with the crowd that Bullet Club’s music hit and the crowd lost it.

Being accompanied by Adam Cole, representing Bullet Club, they are the ROH Tag Team Champions of the World, Nick and Matt Jackson, the Young Bucks!

And so it begins. I turned towards the ramp, just to be met by a heated stare from Adam Cole. He was trying hard, very hard to not give a visible reaction to my appearance, but he was betrayed by the rapid clenching of his jaw and the pupils of his too-blue eyes were blown out. I schooled my face into a taunting smirk but my knees were a little weak and my stomach was filled with butterflies of anticipation.

As the three members of Bullet Club made their way to the ring, I climbed onto the apron and motioned to both Alex and Chris that there needed to be a quick team meeting.

“This is it guys. The match for the titles. I need you all to kick ass and not worry about Cole at ringside. I’ll handle him but I’m not gonna be able to do much else. Whatever happens, and I do mean whatever happens, unless I’m knocked out cold or being choked out with barbed wire, do not react to what’s going on at ringside."

Both of the men from Detroit looked like they had swallowed a lemon.

"Are you sure about this, (Y/N)? He’s a piece of shit and he won’t have any issues hurting you,” questioned Chris, his brows furrowed tight together.

“Let me worry about Cole. I promise I have him handled, just take care of business. ” That half truth sounded convincing even to me. I was 75% sure I could handle this.

Both of them still looked unconvinced but they begrudgingly nodded.

“You be careful out there, (Y/N). If shit goes bad I want you to get out of here.” Alex said as he pulled me into a quick side hug.

“Don’t worry about me. You got this. I’m gonna make this playing field as even as possible, by any means possible. ” With that, I hopped off the apron to the floor so the match could start. I looked towards the opposite corner of the ring, to be met with three pairs of eyes. The Young Bucks were staring at me with curiosity, like I was a puzzle to be figured out. Adam Cole’s face was practically thunderous and I wasn’t sure why.

I didn’t get time to ponder as the bell rung. It was gonna be Alex starting off against Matt. They circled each other once and then locked up. It was a couple moments of grappling before Alex brought his knee into Matt’s abdomen and Irish whipped the Young Buck into the corner. I slammed my hands twice into the apron and crowed my approval. Across the ring, Adam scowled and I made sure to preen and blow him an exaggerated kiss. The crowd, having caught the exchange, cheered and his scowl deepened as he began to pace in the Bucks’ corner.

This continued throughout the early moments of the match. Momentum shifted both to the Machine Guns and the Bucks, but never for very long. Adam and myself would trade flirtatious taunts whenever the momentum shifted but we stayed to our respective corners. The closest we had gotten to each other had been when Nick had landed a super kick on Chris; Adam had come to my side of the ring and had yelled at me to suck it while thrusting his hips at me. I didn’t even get a chance to respond in kind because Alex had charged in front of me after breaking up the count in the ring. Adam had backed off and moved to his corner of the ring, his hands up in mock surrender and an insufferable smirk on his face. Nigel himself was standing at the announce table in indignation. I couldn’t hear what the British man was saying over the raucous chants of “Super kick!”

It was too good to last.

The Machine Guns had finally had the momentum swing their way for more than a couple sequences. Alex and Chris had dived through the ropes from the ring onto the Bucks and Adam Cole, who were attempting to regroup at ringside. The men from Detroit pushed their opponents back into the ring and Adam decided now was the time to make a move. He’d jumped up on the ring apron and began screaming absolute filth at the referee. The ref was too distracted to see Alex pinning Nick and I took off towards Adam Cole. He must not have seen me, as I was able to get behind him, grab both ankles, and with using most of my strength, I jerked Adam from the apron to the floor. He hit his head on the apron with a crack and I froze a couple feet away from him. It wasn’t until he swung his head towards me with a glare that I shot back to my corner, with Adam hot on my heels. I had almost made it to the announce table, where I was hoping to hide behind Nigel, the Matchmaker, whom I knew was a little sweet on me.

Emphasis on the almost. I was maybe fifty feet away when I felt two arms wrap around my waist in a steel like grip and I was wrenched around. Chris Sabin saw as well and he made his way towards us from the other end of the ring, but he stopped and returned to the match at the subtle shake of my head.

Every nerve ending in my body felt like a live wire. Adam was practically wrapped around me like a turtle shell and I’ll be damned if the feel and heat of his body against mine didn’t make me wet. He picked me up and practically frog marched me away from the relative safety of the announce table to a neutral corner.

“I didn’t wanna do this sweetness. Especially with you looking like a fuckin’ wet dream,” he murmured into my ear, the iron like grip loosening around my waist as he set me down. It was enough for me to break the hold the former champion had on me and stumble backwards, to get a couple feet of distance between the two of us. I had the shake the fog from my brain that his touch caused. I needed to be aware of my surroundings both for my sanity and safety, given that both teams in the ring were prone to flying over the ropes.

“You don’t gotta do anything you don’t want to, handsome. This is all in good fun.” I flicked my hair back with a wink, “fixing” my cropped shirt by pulling it down a little farther to expose more cleavage. Adam’s stare was hot as his eyes dragged from my face, to lingering on my chest, down my bare legs, and back up again.

“You just gotta name the time and place for us to have some fun bay bay. You and I could be real good together. You didn’t need to ruin it by pulling me off the apron,” His smirk was predatory as he began to take slow steps towards me. A rapid glance into the ring revealed that my Machine Guns had the upper hand yet again versus the Bucks.

Just a little bit longer.

I stood my ground and maintained eye contact, mainly because I wasn’t sure if my legs would cooperate given how they felt like jello. “I can’t let you interfere in this match Adam. Though I am very, very sorry that that face of yours hit the apron. I’d hate for something to happen to it. ” Was that really my voice sounding so husky? A glance at Adam though left me reassured that he was just as effected by our little game as me. The pupils of his too-blue eyed were almost completely blown out, leaving just a sliver of blue, and the bulge in his wrestling trunks seemed to be more pronounced than usual.

“I’m sure we can find a way for you to make it up to me, sweetness. I’ll only make you beg for my forgiveness a little.” He was now so close that I could feel the heat radiating off of his body and his hands skimming the sides of my hips. My skin broke out in goose flesh at the touch of his fingers and I began to panic through the pink haze that was taking over my brain.

His hands were dangerously close to feeling the brass knuckles stashed in the pockets of my leather jacket. I had to do something extreme to distract him.

“Do you promise?” I asked coyly, inching a little closer to him and making sure to tilt my head up to look at the former champion. The licking and biting of my lower lip was unintentional, but the glancing at Adam’s lips was intentional and exaggerated. Victory flashed in his eyes, accompanied by promises for much more pleasurable activities. “Oh sweetness, I would never joke about something like this.” He said as his left hand started to travel upwards, inside my jacket and up my rib cage.

Fuck it. I had to break out the big guns. I leaned in just a touch closer and let my right had begun to wander up Adam’s right arm in itsy bitsy spider motions, then across his shoulder towards his neck. Wherever my fingers went, the corresponding muscles in that area contracted and my mouth went a little dry just watched those muscles tense. I was always an arm girl. It was now or never though.

Mustering up all my courage, I grabbed Adam Cole by the base of the neck and pulled him towards me. Then it was just a little flex onto my toes and our mouths met. I only heard the roar of the crowd for but a moment before it was drowned out by the roaring of blood in my ears. The warring sensations of both the scratch of his facial hair and the softness of his mouth felt like a sensory overload. Just the touch of our mouths together felt like a lightening bolt straight to every erogenous zone and suddenly every article of clothing I was wearing felt entirely too constricting.

A microsecond later, Adam’s arms dropped low, to the swell of my ass, tugging me a little bit closer to deepen the kiss. I wound my left arm over his shoulders to tangle in his hair. The kiss didn’t stay chaste for more than a couple moments.

Say what you will about Adam as a person, but fuck, the man could kiss. Just enough tongue to make me tremble and teeth to make me whimper. The first time he caught a whimper over the din of the crowd, I could practically feel his self-congratulating smirk and the proverbial puffing of his chest. Feeling a little spiteful, I grabbed a fistful of hair and tugged. The ensuing moan I got from his lips was absolute filth and Adam pressed even closer to me. It took almost everything in me to not drag him to the back when I felt the growing hardness in his trunks. I had to shake the heated fog from my brain, I had to make sure that the Machine Guns won this.

I cracked an eye open, mouth still feverishly attached to Adam’s, and surveyed the ring as discreetly as possible. Alex and Chris has taken my advice and ignored what was happening at ringside; Nick Jackson appeared to be knocked out cold and Alex and Chris were setting up Matt for the Made in Detroit - a vicious sit out powerbomb facelock combination from the top rope. I glanced back at Adam, eyes screwed shut, and knew I had to make my move and soon.

I gave him one last nibble of his lower lip and a brush of my tongue against his in apology for what was to come, before I pulled back just enough so there was a fraction of space between us. I thought I even heard Adam whine at the back of his throat as I pulled away.

“Sorry ‘bout this handsome.”

He didn’t have time to react before I brought my knee up hard into his groin. The air in his lungs rushed out of his body and the mostly male crowd “oooh’d” in sympathy. Adam was doubled over in pain, his hands moving to guard his groin. My hands shot to my pockets to try to get the knuckles on. Based off of the fading pain and growing rage on Adam’s contorted face, I only had a couple of seconds before he recovered enough to retaliate.

I fumbled too long for my comfort with the knuckles, pulling the right one out of my pocket and finally sliding it onto my hand.

“Again, I’m real sorry handsome, I didn’t want it to be like this.”

“Not as sorry as you’re gonna be sweet-”

He couldn’t get the endearment off of his tongue before I hit him with a brassknuckled right hook. Cole’s body went limp as the referee got to 3 in his count. The crowd went wild.

The Motor City Machine Guns did it. They were tag team champions.

I wish I could say that I was happy on that moment, but it felt like my body temperature had dropped below freezing and every endorphin has just rushed out of my body all at once. It took everything in me to slide into the ring to celebrate with Alex and Chris, my body shaking as I pulled myself up to my feet. I like to think that even in the glory of the win, both Alex and Chris could sense something was wrong, as I was rapidly pulled into a sweaty group hug.

“We’re gonna talk about it later, (y/n).” Chris murmured as he pressed his lips into my hairline.

“Guys I don’t want to rain on your parade, but I need to get out of here. ” I whispered shakily, my right hook was good even without brass knuckles, but Adam was tough son of a bitch and he would be up any minute now. Alex’s arms squeezed around my shoulders comfortingly. “Let’s get out of here doll."

With Shelley’s arm over my shoulder and Sabin’s arm around my waist, we made our way out of the ring. I felt like I was in a fog and I didn’t even see who held the second rope for me to hop out to the floor. Our entire way from the ring, the Machine Guns flanked me on either side, an arm from each supporting my shaky legs and I up the ram.

"This isn’t over, (y/n)! Not by a fucking long shot!"

The bellowing from the ring was enough to make the three of us turn. Adam was in the ring, flanked by the battered Young Bucks, his jaw already turning colors. Even from the top of the ramp, I could see the nuclear heat in his eyes practically searing into me as he was leaning against the ringpost and turnbuckle. Alex began to tug me towards the curtain, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away, even if my feet were begrudgingly cooperating. Adam’s final words were echoing into my ears as we moved behind the curtain.

"You can’t run from me, (y/n)!"

#adam cole imagine #adam cole fic #adam cole smut #repost from the old blog

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hlwinterficfest2017-blog · 7 years

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Beta/Britpicker List

Hello writers! We’re glad to see that so many of you (hopefully all of you) are happy with the prompts you received. In case you need any help with your fic, all of the wonderful people below have volunteered to help in any way they can! If you’re in need of someone to give your fic an extra read-through, or give you some extra encouragement, check out the list below and feel free to contact any of the people here when you’re ready.

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1. backtohaz (backtohaz) - Hi! I'm Sarah, and I spend 99% of my free time reading about two special boys falling in love! I don't have any triggers, and will read anything you throw at me! I would love to help you out!

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1. screwstyles (screwstyles) - Would like to avoid reading about blind characters, hurt/comfort and major character death as much as possible.

2. angelfaceharry (angelfaceharry) - I'm pretty open to reading anything, but the only thing I'm not really willing to read is Mpreg. As a beta I'll help you with anything you want me to as well as the usual beta duties. I really like being a beta for fics as I really enjoy it and like to help as much as I can. I am from the North West of England so I'm more than happy to britpick as I have lived in the UK my whole life. Therefore, I am fully qualified to ensure your fic (if its set in the UK) sounds realistic.

3. czernxy (lapoesieestdanslarue) - I’ll read pretty much anything bar PWP or heavy BDSM

4. lilacstyles (lilacstylesss) - I am willing to read anything except alpha/omega fics. I can help with grammar, spelling and punctuation. If the author is Spanish speaking but is writing in English I can help with translation as well. I can also provide the writer with ideas and be encouraging all the way! I lived in London for a year, and most of my friends are British so I can help if you need someone who knows about the UK.

5. ponymom-stuff (ponymom) - The only thing I am not good with is hard drug use and character deaths. Anything else, I am fine with.

6. nouisarelovers (lourrielove) - I'll read anything really. I'm british and part irish. I can help with spelling and grammar and choosing british words instead of americanisms.

7. chloehl10 (lovelarry10) - Anything, I am not bothered! :) Open to everything.

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Earlier this month, the author and screenwriter Gareth Roberts announced that his story was being removed from a forthcoming Doctor Who anthology. Having been shown Roberts’s past tweets about transgender people, BBC Books said that his views “conflict with our values as a publisher”. At least one of the book’s other contributors, Susie Day, had promised to withdraw from the project if Roberts were included. “I raised my concerns, and said if he was in, I was out,” Day said.

A few days before, at the Hay festival, the Irish author John Boyne had described a campaign against his own book, My Brother’s Name Is Jessica, about a boy and his trans sister. He was insulted on Twitter for his appearance and his sexuality. (Like Roberts, he is gay but not trans.) Some critics proposed a boycott of Boyne’s novel, which was not withdrawn. Others made veiled threats to his safety. “I don’t feel it’s my job as a reader or a writer to tell anyone what they can or can’t write,” Boyne said. “We are supposed to use our imaginations, to put ourselves into the minds and the bodies of others.”

The campaigns against Roberts and Boyne are not new, or isolated. Since March, I have been sending discreet messages to authors of young adult fiction. I approached 24 people, in several countries, all writing in English. In total, 15 authors replied, of whom 11 agreed to talk to me, either by email or on the phone. Two subsequently withdrew, in one case following professional advice. Two have received death threats and five would only talk if I concealed their identity. This is not what normally happens when you ask writers for an interview.

Amélie Zhao withdrew her forthcoming fantasy novel about slavery.

Another of Zhao’s critics was Kosoko Jackson, whose own debut novel A Place for Wolves, about a romance between two teenage boys during the Kosovo war, was scheduled for release in March. Jackson is black and gay, and a professional sensitivity reader, which means he reads books before publication and offers advice on how they handle matters of identity. Yet on 22 February, he too was accused of insensitivity, for allegedly minimising the suffering of Albanian Muslims. “I’ve never been so disgusted in my life,” said the first review to make this point, on the reading community website Goodreads.com. On 25 February, comments below the review began to discuss sending an open letter to Jackson’s publisher. On 28 February, he posted a note apologising to “those who I hurt with my words” and withdrew the book. In April, the British YA author Zoe Marriott was widely accused of cultural appropriation for writing a Chinese-inspired fantasy novel called The Hand, the Eye and the Heart.

These are just the latest battles in a war that seems to be escalating over who should control the way that people from marginalised communities appear in YA fiction. In August 2016, the Mexican-American author EE Charlton-Trujillo’s verse novel When We Was Fierce was delayed after several bloggers criticised its attempt to capture the voice of a black teenager. It has still not been published, and is not mentioned on Charlton-Trujillo’s website. In the months that followed, three speculative fiction novels, The Black Witch by Laurie Forest, American Heart by Laura Moriarty and The Continent by Keira Drake, attracted protests for their allegedly racist content. Forest published regardless, and with great success, despite a campaign of one-star reviews and emails to her publisher. Moriarty published, too, although Kirkus magazine, which had defended The Black Witch, downgraded and revised its review of American Heart, because it said the article “fell short of meeting our standards for clarity and sensitivity”. Drake, however, was convinced by her critics, 455 of whom signed a petition demanding that The Continent, “a racist garbage fire” according to one fellow author, be delayed to allow “additional editorial focus”. A substantially revised version appeared in March 2018.

The YA community is a much tighter group than the scattered loners who write adult fiction. “Young adult” means books suitable for readers aged 12 to 18, and the grownups who write them exhibit en masse the same idealism and energy, the defiance and conformity, and the love of social media for which teenagers are famous. Spend time weaving through the Twitter feeds of YA bloggers and authors and you’ll find a supportive atmosphere for struggling writers, along with a widespread belief that the novels they produce should be good in all ways, moral and artistic. In particular, every author I’ve spoken to agrees that marginalised people must be represented in books more accurately and often than in the past. It is something they have more reason to care about than most, since young people on average are more liberal and less white than the general population in both the US and the UK. It is also natural to write more cautiously when about half the people reading will be children.

The YA category is still a teenager itself, with origins in the Harry Potter years at the beginning of the century. Its first big identity discussion took place in 2012, when the film of The Hunger Games surprised some loyal but inattentive readers with the news that two of the main characters were black. In May 2014, a new fan convention in New York called BookCon announced an all-male, all-white panel for its Blockbuster Reads event, and We Need Diverse Booksgrew out of the protests that followed. In September 2015, Corinne Duyvis, a Dutch YA author, proposed the Twitter label #ownvoices to promote books in which “the protagonist and author share a marginalised identity”. It has since become a kind of quality assurance mark for many campaigners, since it means that a book will help diversify both the characters and authors in YA fiction, while guaranteeing that the author knows what life with the character’s identity is like. In autumn 2015, Kirkus began a policy of noting the skin colour of major characters in children’s and YA books, and assigning own-voices reviewers to them. Kirkus also started to provide what it called “sensitivity training” to its reviewers. The employment of sensitivity readers became routine in US YA publishing at around the same time.

John Boyne faced criticism of his book My Brother’s Name Is Jessica. Photograph: Murdo Macleod/The Guardian

Many of the battles around YA books display the worst features of what is sometimes called “cancel culture”. Tweets condemning anyone who even reads an accused book have been shared widely. I have heard about publishers cancelling or altering books, and asking authors to issue apologies, not because either of them believed they ought to apologise, but because they feared the consequences if they didn’t. Some authors feel that it is risky even to talk in public about this subject. “It’s potentially really serious,” says someone I’ll call Alex. “You could get absolutely mobbed.” So I can’t use your real name? “I would be too nervous to say that with my name to it.” None of the big three UK publishing groups, Penguin Random House, HarperCollins or Hachette, was available for comment.

Another author I will call Chris is white, queer and disabled. Chris has generally found the YA community friendly and supportive during a career spanning several books, but something changed when they announced plans for a novel about a character from another culture. Later, Chris would discover that an angry post about the book had appeared anonymously on Tumblr, directing others to their website. At the time, Chris only knew that their blog and email were being flooded with up to 100 abusive messages a day.

“These ranged from people telling me that … I was a sick pervert for tainting [their] story with my corrupt, westernised ideas,” Chris says, “to people saying [I] had no right to appropriate [their] experiences for [my] own benefit and I must immediately stop work. Some emails and comments consisted of just four-letter words.” There were threats of beatings and sexual assault. One message made the threat of a group “coming to my house in the middle of the night, and breaking in so that they could give me a lethal overdose”. Some messages came through Goodreads, although Chris does not know if they were linked to the main YA community. The “vast majority”, and all of the most violent threats, “came from an ideology that I would identify as left”, Chris says, and every message made the same demand. “Stop writing this. Don’t write this. You can’t write this. You’re not allowed … ”

Chris now realises that it would have been best to call the police. In fact, they told no one. The messages continued for about a year, during which time Chris stopped sleeping, found it hard to write, and became increasingly depressed. At last, from a mixture of financial necessity and the feeling that the punishment was already happening, Chris finished the book, which has since been published. The original Tumblr post remains online.

For publishers, supporting a book accused of racism could seriously harm their reputation, yet the price of withdrawing one could be enormous. “It is a topic that is discussed on a daily basis in private groups on Facebook,” says an author I will call Paris, who has twice been nominated for the Carnegie medal. “There is a huge demand for books to be more sensitive to minority groups, but there is also a concern that this censorship, pre-publication, is the wrong way to go about it.” In Paris’s case, after months of debate, an entire series was withdrawn by the publisher. “The books were literally going to print that morning,” Paris remembers. “They ended up paying for the entire series, so I got all my advances and it never got published … It was mind-boggling. Just bizarre.”

Does Paris know why they pulled it? “Because the publisher was scared of Twitter. They admitted this, because there are things like a racist character in the book. They were worried that people would say, ‘This has got a racist character. The author must be racist.’” The publisher was certain that the books were fine, Paris says, but felt it could not risk an accusation of racism. “They are paranoid, and [the] sales [department] were second-guessing everything. They went through [the books] and went, ‘That could be misconstrued as offensive. That could be offensive. That could be offensive …’”

The idea that sensitivity is too subjective to understand, let alone enforce, frustrates many of those who campaign for it in the YA community. Rather than being a righteous mob trying to silence other opinions, they regard themselves as simple fact-checkers, providing a service that is welcomed by authors. “I see sensitivity reads as a form of peer review,” says one, who asked not to be identified. “There are some things as a white, cis, straight person that I may not notice or even consider. I recall a huge moment for me was reading about black ballerinas dyeing their pointe shoes to match their skin. It’s such a small thing, but I never had to think about that when I did ballet; the shoes always matched my skin.”

Heidi Heilig runs a YA Facebook group with more than 1,700 members. She says that the community is much more moderate and reasonable than many outsiders have been led to believe. “There is a sect of people who say, ‘Any criticism is censorship,’” she says. “There are people who say, ‘You can only write a character from a certain race if you are of that certain race.’ But a lot of the conversation falls somewhere in the middle.”

‘The way that things have played out this year doesn’t sit comfortably for me’ author Mary Watson.

Far from being afraid of criticism, Heilig says that many writers in her group are eager for feedback on identity matters, and many writers from marginalised groups are happy to provide it without accusing anyone of anything. None of this, of course, is seen by the outside world. “We care about our peers,” Heilig says. “We don’t want to drag people. That is the worst and last option. The first thing to do is try to help.” Meanwhile, many mildly racist books are still published without controversy, she believes, and some of the controversy we see has an important but hidden private context. “I don’t think that the fears you’re talking about are borne out by reality. People make this out to be so hard, but honestly I don’t think it’s that difficult. What we’re looking for is good writing, so you either know what the tropes are and subvert them, or break the tropes entirely. I don’t understand why there’s such a push to do the same old thing.”

Ellen Oh has been reluctant to talk publicly since her tweets about Blood Heir, for which she received death threats against herself and her family. She reported the worst cases to the police, and in the end deleted her social media accounts. Criticism is healthy, Oh believes, but she feels that outsiders have made things needlessly unpleasant. “I wish we did not have these mob reactions,” she says. “The YA community used to be a safe place where bloggers and writers could communicate and share book news. It’s become so different … There are extremes on both sides, and it is hard to find the truth among all the vitriol.”

Mary Watson, a mixed-race author who grew up under apartheid in South Africa and now lives in Ireland, agrees. “I think there have been many careless and even damaging representations of people of colour in books,” she says, “and as a reader I’ve experienced it throughout my life. Sometimes it’s just eye-rolling, sometimes it makes you want to shut the book in exasperation, so I understand that there’s a lot of anger about how people are represented. I absolutely get that. But the way that things have played out this year doesn’t sit comfortably for me … I absolutely agree that sloppy representation should be spoken out against, but I think this should happen in ways that encourage constructive dialogue rather than cancellation.”

Sophia Bennett, a British author, welcomes many of the changes in YA over the past five years, but sees a clear line that critics should not cross. “One thing that saddens me about the way that the argument is polarised on social media is how many people comment negatively, particularly, on books that they haven’t read,” she says. “I think that is an unhealthy attitude for a readership to have. They don’t want to make up their own minds based on their own experience.”

There are other reasons, beyond the page, why the YA community might be upset right now. According to research by Melanie Ramdarshan Bold at University College London, after a period of rapid growth in the early 2000s, the number of YA books being published in the UK peaked in 2012, since when it has declined rapidly. In 2016, the latest year in the study, just 167 different YA authors were published in the UK, less than half the number of 2012 and fewer than in any year since 2006, when the dataset begins. Overall, sales of young adult fiction fell in the US last year, and in February the Bookseller revealed a very steep drop in UK sales, which are now at their lowest point for 11 years. There are many theories to explain this, including the idea that YA has become overloaded with social justice themes – although this was hardly a problem for The Hate U Give, a huge blockbuster by Angie Thomas, which concerns the shooting of a black teenager by a white police officer.

The YA wars may die out in the months ahead, as people grow weary of the arguments. Or the conflict may appear to die out, if timid publishers purge anything that they can imagine being questioned. The wars may even spread. There have been two pre‑publication campaigns against adult novels on the basis of identity so far this year. A petition demanded the withdrawal of The Cape Doctor by EJ Levy because of the way it handles the gender of its central character. In May, They Called Me Wyatt was cancelled after its author Natasha Tynes tweeted a photograph of a black subway worker eating, against the rules, on a Washington DC train. Tynes was widely accused of racism. At the time of writing, on Goodreads, her book has received 1,970 one-star reviews. She is now suing her publisher.

It may not be realistic to hope for restraint on social media, but it is clearly what’s required. If authors are only human and make mistakes that need to be corrected, then critics are also human, and must be ready to admit some mistakes of their own. In January, Kosoko Jackson was an authority on negative tropes in fiction. In February, he was a perpetrator, as unreliable as everybody else. Heilig herself praised A Place for Wolves on Goodreads, then later apologised for being “flippant and disrespectful”. Still, correction hurts, so it is always tempting to dismiss the “social justice warriors” or the “arrogant racists” on the other side. Ironically, it can even happen when writers argue over how to avoid stereotypes. Nothing is more normal than being wrong.

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1958 - Oh Boy!

The first teenage all-music TV show Oh Boy!, was broadcast for the first time in the UK. Each week Oh Boy! featured resident artists plus a selection of special guests. The residents included Cuddly Dudley, who sang on 21 shows, Cliff Richard (20 shows), The Drifters (Later to become The Shadows) (17 shows) and Marty Wilde (17 shows). Guests included Billy Fury, Tony Sheridan, Shirley Bassey and Lonnie Donegan; with occasional US stars, such as The Inkspots, Conway Twitty and Brenda Lee.

1969 - Led Zeppelin

During a short 5 date UK tour Led Zeppelin appeared at The Free Trade Hall, Manchester, England supported by Blodwyn Pig and The Liverpool Scene. The flyer for the tour stated: 'Come & take off, levitate with the Led Zeppelin album'.

1974 - Abba

ABBA's second album (but first UK release), 'Waterloo' entered the UK chart for the first time peaking at No.28. The album's title track won ABBA the 1974 Eurovision Song Contest.

1981 - Duran Duran

Duran Duran released their debut studio album which reached No.3 on the UK Albums Chart and remained in the UK top 100 for 118 weeks. In the US the album reached No.10 on the Billboard 200, and spent 87 weeks on that chart. Singles from the album included the UK top 10 hits 'Planet Earth' and 'Girls on Film'.

1985 - Dire Straits

Dire Straits started a nine-week run at No.1 on the US album chart with, Brothers In Arms. The album is the seventh best-selling album in UK chart history and won two Grammy Awards at the 28th Grammy Awards, and also won Best British Album at the 1987 Brit Awards.

1988 - Bruce Springsteen

During Bruce Springsteen's stay in Rome during a world tour a photographer took a shot of Bruce in his underpants sharing an intimate moment with his backing singer Patti Scialfa. The picture confirmed the rumours that Bruce and Patti were having an affair.

1989 - Nirvana

Nirvana's debut album Bleach was released in the US. The title for the album came from a poster 'Bleach Your Works' urging drug users to bleach their needles. Kurt Cobain claimed that most of the lyrics on the album were written the night before recording while he was feeling "pissed off", and that he did not regard them highly.

1996 - Ella Fitzgerald

US jazz singer Ella Fitzgerald died in Beverly Hills, California, aged 79. Already blinded by the effects of diabetes, Fitzgerald had both her legs amputated in 1993. Winner of 13 Grammy Awards, the 1956 'Ella Fitzgerald Sings the Cole Porter Songbook' was the first of eight "Songbook" sets. Appeared in the TV commercial for Memorex, where she sang a note that shattered a glass while being recorded on a Memorex cassette tape. The tape was played back and the recording also broke the glass, asking "Is it live, or is it Memorex"

2002 - The Beatles

A rare autographed copy of The Beatles' album Sgt Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band sold at auction for £34,000 ($57,800), more than five times the estimated price.

2003 - Radiohead

Radiohead scored their fourth UK No.1 with their sixth studio album 'Hail To The Thief'. The title Hail to the Thief – a phrase used by anti-George W. Bush activists during the controversy surrounding the 2000 US presidential election was a play on 'Hail to the Chief', a march played to announce the arrival of the President of the United States.

2005 - Coldplay

Coldplay went straight to No.1 on US album chart with their third album 'X&Y', having already entered at number one in the UK. The last time a British artist had a simultaneous US and UK number one was in November 2000 with '1', a compilation of hits by The Beatles. The last studio album to reach number one on both sides of the Atlantic was Radiohead's 'Kid A' in October 2000. 'X&Y' went on to top over 30 global charts.

2008 - Liverpool

Liverpool was voted England's most musical city in a national campaign set up by the Arts Council. The home of The Beatles Frankie Goes To Hollywood, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark and The Zutons took 49% of the vote in an online poll set up by the funding body. Sheffield - which brought the world the Arctic Monkeys and Pulp - came second, while Manchester with Oasis, Stone Roses and The Smiths came third.

2010 - Elton John

A case against a man accused of threatening Elton John's life was withdrawn just hours before his trial was due to begin. Neal Horsley had responded to Elton's suggestion that Jesus Christ was gay in a Parade magazine interview by writing an angry online response entitled "Why Elton John Must Die". After being held in an Atlanta, Georgia jail since last March, Fulton County Superior Court Judge Kimberly Esmond Adams dismissed the case against Horsley because his actions did not warrant criminal charges.

2016 - Jimmy Page

Led Zeppelin's guitarist Jimmy Page denied stealing the riff to 'Stairway To Heaven' when he took the stand at a copyright trial in the US. The band were accused of lifting the opening guitar line from 'Taurus', a 1968 track by the band Spirit. Page testified that he had never heard the song until people started posting comparisons online a few years ago. Page admitted to owning several Spirit albums, but only remembered buying two of them, neither of which contained Taurus. Under questioning, he conceded that he did own a copy of the band's self-titled debut, on which the track appears, but could not recall how it came to be part of his collection.

Birthdays:

1937 Waylon Jennings, American country singer and guitarist (Ramblin' Man), born in Littlefield, Texas (d. 2002)

1969 Ice Cube [O'Shea Jackson], American rapper and actor (Boyz in the Hood, Anaconda), born in Los Angeles, California

1976 Gary Lightbody, Northern Irish musician (Snow Patrol)

1981 William Dean Martin, American musician (Good Charlotte)

Deaths:

Elle Fitzgerald dies age 76 at 98 years olds

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Author: Tara September Narrator: Verla Bond Length: 4 hours and 15 minutes Publisher: Plus it Up Released: Dec. 11, 2019 Genre: Contemporary Romance 2018 Contemporary Romance Writers’ Stiletto Finalist 2018 Tampa Area Romance Writers’ TARA Finalist 2018 Maine Romance Writers’ Strut Your Stuff Finalist - Second Place Contemporary Winner 2017 Cleveland Rocks Romance Contest - Second Place Winner ’Tis the season for an office romance! Working beyond nine to five and barely getting by, Melanie Thomas is eager to celebrate the impending holiday season and to toast the start of her dream marketing job over drinks with her boyfriend. Unfortunately, he has different plans - like seeing other women. Indulging in a pity party with tequila, Melanie confides in a sexy stranger at the bar. It’s almost Christmas. One night of letting go won’t hurt anything, right? Turns out, it just might, when the stranger is her new boss. Determined to succeed at her job, Melanie won’t be scared away. This is her chance, even if her hot boss has her feeling all merry and bright and wishing for a less-than-professional relationship. Matthew Ryans is burned out and on thin ice at the company he helped build, unless he gets his head back in the game. Yet, his head, both upper and lower, are quickly becoming obsessed with his new assistant. Still, he can’t seem to fully begrudge Melanie’s distracting presence and the Christmas joy she brings with it. Especially considering that her enthusiasm has him reenergized. For once, he is longing for Mondays, but with his heart and job on the line, he can’t risk blurring the lines no matter how strong the lure of holiday mistletoe is. Will their holiday passion be able to fuel mutual career success, or will it only get in their way in the New Year? Tara September is an award-winning... and losing contemporary romance writer living in Southwest Florida. Tara is proud to be the world's most okayest mom to clones (identical twin boys). When not writing out her daydreams, she blogs over at When Tara Met Blog @tarametblog, a lifestyle and parenting blog of 14 years. Holding a master's degree in journalism from NYU, she previously was the Corporate Communications Manager at WWE and PR Manager for The Walt Disney Company, Consumer Products. Website⎮Twitter⎮Facebook⎮Instagram Verla Bond is an American actor, improvisor, and storyteller, who makes her home in Los Angeles, California. She enjoys performing on the stage and screen, but especially loves recording audiobooks, where she gets the privilege of playing all kinds of diverse characters, such as British vampires, Irish leprechauns, and Southern gentlemen. Twitter⎮Facebook Mine to Five by Tara September was such a good audio book. I really enjoyed the characters and the story. I felt like it was all very realistic as well. When Melanie finds out that her boyfriend of two years has been cheating on her, she decided to drown her sorrows in tequila. Then she wakes up in someone else's bed the next morning. To top that off, she is also running late for her first day of work at her new job. Then low and behold her drunken mistake is one of her new bosses. I really loved the chemistry that Melanie and Matthew have. I thought they worked well together and they were good together. I found myself wanting to know more about them. I of course wanted them to be together. I do like that they both had to grow up a bit in order to figure out the other one. I though this was a super cute rom-com book. Definitely worth reading. I received this audiobook as part of my participation in a blog tour with Audiobookworm Promotions. The tour is being sponsored by Tara September. The gifting of this audiobook did not affect my opinion of it. with Author Tara September Waffle fries or curly fries? - Neither. I like crispy steak frites … or McDonald’s fries, I know, but they are sooo good. GIF with a hard g or soft g? - Hard, like my men, lol. Fantasy or science-fiction? Hmm both, but if pressed I’d say Sci-Fi. Love me some Star Wars. Superman or Batman? - Superman! He’s super, it’s in his name after all. This is actually a debate the hero and heroine have in my holiday office romance, Mine to Five. Text message or call? - TXT! I have a phobia about having to sort out issues over the phone with strangers. Contest a bill or having to call customer service? Ugh the worst. So if I can just send a strongly worded email instead, even better! Even my besties have accepted that I’m not the friend that will chat on the phone for hours. Rather do that in-person or on my blog. Pancakes or waffles? - Waffles. It comes with built-in grooves to hold my syrup, whip cream and other toppings. Doctor Who or the Walking Dead? I haven’t seen either *ducks for cover* TV Shows or movies? Movies. I saw every film on the AFI 100 list before I graduated high school. My favorite actress is Katharine Hepburn. Facebook or Twitter? Twitter for fun, Facebook for business. Alice in Wonderland or Robinson Crusoe? Meh to both. But since Robinson Crusoe is technically considered the first novel ever, much is owed to Defoe for paving the way for today’s literature. Being too warm or too cold? I live in Florida for a reason. Netflix or Hulu? Netflix. I’m OG like that. I used to have their DVD rental service, lol. Work Hard or Play Hard? Play on player! Passenger or Driver? Driver, because in our family that means I have control of the radio and can play an audiobook or Yacht Rock Radio. Plus, I can never sleep in the car anyway, so I might as well drive. Amusement Park or Day at the Beach? In Florida we can do both ;) I’m a huge Disney addict. Used to work for Disney corporate out in LA. Honesty or Other’s Feelings? Other’s feelings! Movie at Home or Movie at the Theater? Theater. About two-thirds of the way back, in the center of the row. If not, I’ll wait in the lobby eating nachos and sour patch kids until the next showing. My husband meanwhile will likely have given up and will see something else solo. Oh, and I LOVE previews. If we arrive after the previews, I’ll wait for the next showing, lol. Feb. 4th: Bookmark and Fork Viviana MacKade The Book Junkie Reads . . . Feb. 5th: What Is That Book About Saturday Nite Reader AC Squared Book Blog Feb. 6th: WonderlandiansBooks Chapters Through Life T's Stuff Feb. 7th: Sometimes Leelynn Reads Nesie's Place Feb. 8th: Lilly's Book World Jazzy Book Reviews Dazzled by Books Feb. 9th: What's Beyond Forks Carla Loves To Read Feb. 10th: Twirling Book Princess Teatime and Books From the TBR Pile Ree Cee's Books Plugging you into the audio community since 2016. Sign up as a tour host here.

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The ‘Unheard’ of the north of Ireland

‘Whataboutery’ is rampant in Ireland. I want to indulge in some myself. I want to ask “what about the ‘unheard’”? Who are they? Do they exist?

In the interest of transparency it should be mentioned that I am a Sinn Féin voter. However, the views expressed are my own. I occasionally use ‘we’ or ‘us’ but I am a Dubliner and have never lived in the north of Ireland. These views are merely intended to encourage discussion. They do not reflect red line positions of mine on any aspect of the issues mentioned.

In this article the term ‘Nationalists’ will encompass nationalists and republicans, and the term ‘Unionists’ will encompass unionists and loyalists, in the six counties of the north of Ireland that are deemed to be part of the United Kingdom. I will also refer to the 6 counties as ‘the north’ thus avoiding ‘the occupied 6 counties’ and ‘Ulster’, both terms which are irritating to one side or the other. The word ‘fundamentalist’ shall refer to hardliners of either side. Please allow some latitude for generalisations so as not to get bogged down in the kind of petty arguments that have dogged intelligent discourse about the north for nearly 100 years.

The factions involved in deciding whether or not we have a United Ireland appear clearly defined. The majority of Nationalists want a United Ireland although some would vote to remain part of the United Kingdom. The majority of Unionists want to remain in the UK although some would vote for a United Ireland. (Polls show that the latter ‘some’ is increasing because of the utter mess known as Brexit). The extent of each group’s aspirations can often be easily discovered simply by the passion/vitriol with which they express themselves….

One wet night over 30 years ago I saw graffiti in a London establishment’s Men’s facilIty (a pub jax on a rainy night in Soho) which stated in beautiful, flowing English that: “THE QUEEN IS A HORE”. Some other gentleman who was obviously upset by the spelling error appended: “”WHORE”, YOU IRISH P***K”. A third person drew a circle around this passionate interaction and added his tuppence worth which read: “CAPTAIN’S LOG, STAR DATE: 09.12.1987. THERE IS NO SANE LIFE HERE.”

This delightful interaction could be used as an analogy for the mentality of, and interactions of fundamentalists from both sides. Fundamentalists such as the unionist who ranted and raved about Munster rugby supporters brazenly displaying a balaclava-wearing image on their province’s flag. Of course it was not a balaclava-wearing anything, merely the province’s actual symbol which when the wind is blowing a certain way causing the flag to adopt a specific creased formation might look like a balaclava-wearing image. It also requires the mind of a paranoid loon to see that image in such an utterly innocent flag regardless of the wind or the creases or whatever. I read a republican fundamentalist on social media who was demanding that sterling should not be accepted in the north and that only the punt is legal tender. When I pointed out that (a) we no longer use the punt in Ireland (notwithstanding Munster rugby matches) and (b) the whole discussion is about a United Ireland which would negate the requirement for sterling, this genius, after some consideration, told me to “F*ck off, you west Brit bollox”. I was hurt for days afterwards.

The point is we have all seen or heard or read this type of fundamentalist clap-trap. It is not helpful in any way, shape or form especially when one considers that these morons are serious – in some cases deadly serious in the literal sense.

The next type of grouping contains people who are strongly aligned to political parties. By ‘strongly aligned’ I mean people who not only vote for their chosen party but who canvass, attend meetings, are card-carrying members etc. Many Nationalists would say the Democratic Unionist Party (DUP) should be included with the fundamentalists mentioned earlier. My own bias would dictate the same sentiment. Nevertheless, a cold and dispassionate look at the DUP makes it very difficult for them to be seen any other way. The leaders of this party appear to be living in a time long past – the era of the British Empire. It appears to be lost on them that in poll after poll a large majority of British people couldn’t care less about the north and understand very little about its history. The only conclusion I can arrive at regarding the DUP’s continuing desire to be part of a nation that clearly doesn’t want them is that the Union is not really the most important issue to them at all. Some Liverpool FC fans hate Manchester United more than they love LFC, and vice versa. In a similar way, the DUP’s hatred for anything remotely associated with the south of Ireland far outweighs their apparent love of the Union – a love not dissimilar to that of a battered husband or wife who keeps going back to their abusive spouse hoping the latter will change – they never change. This is supported by the fact that the DUP have gone against the wishes of the majority of people in the north by supporting Brexit. They are willing to push the north into even worse penury just to avoid being in any way associated with the rest of Ireland’s EU status and, they argue, to be treated identically to the UK (but not when it comes to same sex marriage or abortion). I call it selective martyrdom. Unfortunately, it’s all the citizens of the north who will suffer after the Tories £1bn bribe to the DUP.

Leaving aside the DUP leadership’s variety of unionism, Unionists are absolute in their conviction that they belong in the north of Ireland as British citizens. They are right.

Sinn Féin supporters are somewhat different because we think we hold the moral high ground. I’m not referring to paramilitary atrocities on either side but rather I’m referring to the ideological moral high ground. Nothing will ever change us in believing Ireland was colonised and that resulted in one part of society becoming second-class citizens in their own country. We will never change because those are historical and indisputable facts. Ultimately, and most relevantly in this article, every single Nationalist, by definition, wants a United Ireland.

So, there’s the problem. Nationalists, whose biggest representative party is Sinn Féin, want a United Ireland, while a very large majority of Unionists, whose biggest representative party is the DUP, want to remain in the UK, I think.

I think.

Nationalist and Unionist fundamentalists and party-aligned people have been discussed here but I believe there is a huge number of citizens in the north of Ireland who are very often ignored and who may well make up a large majority of the population. These include people who are so disillusioned they simply do not bother to vote. Those who vote for the same party over and over again because “that’s what we do in this house”. Those who vote for a party because of peer pressure and the resultant guilt if they defy their peers. Those who vote for a party simply because they could never vote for ‘themmuns’ even if themmuns achieved spectacular results for the community as a whole. I’m talking about carpenters, schoolteachers, cleaning staff, doctors, dockers, unemployed…all types of people who may think they have a voice but might be unaware that whilst they are exercising their franchise when it comes to ticking a box - they might be doing so for the wrong reasons. I’m talking about those people who are not political activists on either side of the community. I suggest they might be the majority of people. I call them the ‘unheard’.

Both sides of the community in the north need to learn about the other. Both sides need an understanding of the other. For example, I could argue convincingly that an Irish Language Act (ILA) would be a good thing for both sides of the community. I could say it’s harmless. I could say both sides of the community can learn Gaeilge (as many already do). I could point out that we already agreed to have an ILA. My coup de grace would be “sure if you lot want to be identical to the rest of Britain why not give us a Language Act like Wales and Scotland have”. Pretty convincing arguments, eh? Actually, they are not pretty convincing arguments because I have not had the decency and respect to say to the Unionist community “why do you not want us to have an Irish Language Act?” Effectively, I have made a great argument without consulting those who, for reasons I do not know because I have never asked them, may not want an ILA. This is a core point of the discourse I would like to see.

I do not want to ask the DUP why they are so opposed to an Irish Language Act or ask Sinn Féin why they want one so much because I know I’ll get a political response. I want to ask the unheard. I want to let them know why I want an ILA and I want them to tell me why (if) they do not want me to have one. I want Nationalists to listen to Unionists as human beings and vice versa. We did not come out of our mothers’ wombs with hatred in our hearts. It was taught to us. Hatred needs to be un-taught, so to speak.

It can be disheartening for both sides when we let fundamentalists be our voice. I recall when Lyra McKee was murdered. Her death’s legacy was appearing to be a united front against any and all dissidents. I imagined this would please her. A day or two later I was on social media and I read a fundamentalist saying “Sinn Féin haven’t even condemned Lyra’s murder”. I was utterly deflated because I had read countless comments on social media from Sinn Féin people utterly condemning her murder. I then realised the person who made that comment would not be ‘following’ anyone from the Nationalist side of the community, in the very same way that most Nationalists would not follow anyone from the other side. Fundamentalists aside (because let’s face it, they are all morons), maybe we could start a program where a group from the unheard of both communities agree to follow each other and see where it goes. I will leave the answers to all these questions to others..

In 1994 tensions in the north of Ireland were still running high. I was a more hardline Republican than I am now. I was in a hotel lounge on the northside of Dublin with my then partner and another couple. It was very busy as Garth Brooks was playing in the Point Depot that weekend. The four of us were sitting at a table which had room for a few more people when two couples asked (in broad northern accents) if anyone was sitting in the spare places. Between laughs we managed to say “no”. The reason we were laughing is because they were dressed from head to toe in elaborate cowboy and cowgirl outfits From the Stetsons all the way down to the spurred boots. Anyway, we shifted ourselves to make room until we ended up with us four facing the new four. One of the cowboys rolled up his sleeves and I noticed he had Union Jack tattoos on both of his arms. He saw me noticing and asked if I had a problem. I replied I would only have a problem if he made one. He just stared at me. It was tense, macho bullshit. One of the cowgirls said he should just roll down his sleeves. He hesitated, looked at me and I said “it would probably be better if you did”. Eventually he rolled down his sleeves. In the meantime the four girls were now chatting about the cowgirl outfits. As is often the case the females were far more mature than the males. One of the guys said “why can’t we talk about football?” I said “no doubt you support Linfield.” He said “Aye, in the same way you follow Celtic”. We laughed. The atmosphere relaxed and we got down to real conversation and we bought them all a drink. They couldn’t buy us one back quickly enough. We ended up having a great night with them. The four of us sang “The Sash” but only if they sang “A Nation Once Again” first. They thought it was hilarious when we changed the words to “starvation once again”. We sang and laughed and drank until the early hours of the morning. It was a rare oul time.

When we were departing the girls hugged each other and us lads shook hands. The guy with the tattoos pulled me close to him and hugged me too. As he did he said quietly “I suppose we’ll go back to hating each other now.” I replied “I suppose so.” He asked why we do that. As we had been talking about the movie The Commitments earlier in the night I thought it would be apt to reply, just like Jimmy Rabbitte looking in the mirror, “I’m f*cked if I know.”

The point is that once we got over the suspicions about each other and started chatting about ‘normal’ things we got on great. We were even able to give each other our perspectives on the north of Ireland. It was the first time either party had ever listened to the other side’s perspective. It was the first time I accepted that Unionists were as entitled to be in Ireland as much as I am. I believe that night changed me – not because we talked but because we listened to two cowboys and two cowgirls from the Unionist community of the north of Ireland – I listened to the unheard. Listening could be a key to a United Ireland. Do not dismiss the notion of a 32 county Ireland. Think 32.

Kevin O’Connor 30.07.2019 Dublin

Addendum

Yesterday evening I was amazed to see Belfast shipyard workers (traditionally a largely unionist workplace) demanding their rights as Gaeilge (in Irish). Just like the dockers and other professions I mentioned in the article, these men are part of the unheard (up to now). It was an absolute joy for me to hear them chanting as Gaeilge. Not in a triumphant way for me but in a way that made me say to myself “why shouldn’t they? It’s their language as much as mine.” Other than the usual fundamentalist morons no-one can see any bad from what those brave men did, only good. I do not expect them to be tripping over each other to vote Sinn Féin but they were polite to the Sinn Féin people, as were the Sinn Féin people towards them. Hopefully, it’s the start of something positive and new.

Kevin O’Connor 01.08.2019 Dublin

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