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fluentmoviequoter · 7 months

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Pumpkin Patch

Fluffy Friday, October 13, 2023

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Summary: You and Dalton go to a pumpkin patch and compete to find the biggest pumpkin.

Warnings: just fluff. 0.6k+ words.

A/N: Sorry this is late and short, but I hope it's decent.

Your excited gasp captures Dalton’s attention. He glances at you, smiling to himself as he sees you, your phone raised in front of your face as your feet swing over the edge of his bed.

“Dalton,” you say, excitement evident in your voice.

Dalton says your name, sounding much less enthused but curious.

“There’s a pumpkin patch a few miles from here!”

“And?”

“We should go!”

Dalton laughs as he shakes his head.

“Is that a no?” you ask quietly.

“You were serious?” Dalton is wide-eyed as he turns to face you.

You nod and whisper, “It would be a fun date.”

“Okay. Let’s do it,” Dalton says quickly, easily convinced by the idea of going on a date with you… finally.

“No, it’s okay.”

Dalton stands and walks to you, holding his hands out to help you up.

“Let’s go to the pumpkin patch.”

You smile as you take Dalton’s hands. He wraps an arm around your shoulders as you exit his dorm, listening as you talk about the website and everything the pumpkin patch offers. When you arrive at the farm, Dalton slips his hand into yours, interlacing your fingers as he follows the signs to the pumpkin patch. When you turn the last corner and see nothing but pumpkins, you make a sound of excitement, oblivious to the lovesick look on Dalton’s face as he watches you scan the endless rows of pumpkins.

“Let’s find the biggest one!” you say before dragging him to the entrance in the fence.

Walking down the first row, you drop Dalton’s hand to examine several pumpkins. Dalton looks at a few, too, then decides he would rather watch you. Finding a row of perfect pumpkins, you remain in one area for a while, so Dalton makes himself comfortable leaning against the fence. He smiles to himself as you pull your jacket tighter when the wind picks up and how you look up every time you hear a leaf blow across the ground. Regardless of Dalton’s previous thoughts about autumn, this will forever be one of his favorite moments, and he wouldn’t mind spending every future autumn in pumpkin patches with you.

“You’re not even looking for a pumpkin, Dalton,” you accuse from a hunched position on the ground.

Dalton looks down at you and shrugs. “I have complete confidence you can find the perfect, biggest one.”

You stand up and brush your hands on your pants as you walk toward Dalton. Looking at him, leaning against the fence, you tap your chin and think. Snapping, you point at Dalton and say, “I bet they’re at the back. You seriously need to start helping though, or we’ll be here all night.”

“We can’t have that,” Dalton says sarcastically, happy to spend the rest of his life here with you if you asked him to.

Dalton follows you to the last row of pumpkins, finding another spot on the fence to relax and watch you. After several minutes, you look up at Dalton, and your eyes brighten. Standing quickly, you walk to him. He begins to ask what you’re doing, but you grab his jacket and kiss him before he can. With his jacket squeezed in your grasp, you pull yourself closer as Dalton returns the kiss, moving his lips against yours as his arms circle your waist. He slips a hand under your jacket and up your back, holding you close as you try to pull back.

“You won,” you whisper after taking a deep breath.

Dalton raises his eyebrows in confusion, so you point to the pumpkin by his feet, easily three feet around. He smiles and tilts his chin down to get close again.

“I certainly did,” he responds, pulling you in for another kiss as he promises to buy that pumpkin and any other pumpkin you want.

#fluentmoviequoterfictober23 #dalton lambert x reader #dalton lambert fluff #dalton lambert fic #dalton lambert imagine #dalton lambert #insidious #insidious the red door #fem!reader

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bellasredchevy · 1 year

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y’all know me, connoisseur of any and all things vampire media. i found a good one for y’all

i can’t believe this has flown (hehe) under my radar for so long. a vampire flick??? from lionsgate??? in 2010, a month and a half after the release of new moon??? smack in the middle of twilight mania???

this movie was such a blast, with great casting. ethan hawke? sam neill? willem dafoe???

in essence, it’s a post-vampire apocalypse. it’s sci-fi horror. humans are farmed for their blood like cattle. a vampire hematologist (hilariously) with carlisle cullen-levels of self-loathing teams up with human vampire hunters to save the world. and the name of this vampire hematologist? edward dalton. the movie even has a blue tint.

if you guys check it out lmk. find it on hbo and *ahem* nowhere else

#not twilight #vampires #vampire #daybreakers #ethan hawke #willem dafoe #sam neill #vampire media

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highonsmurfs · 5 months

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🎠𝕃𝕌ℂ𝕂𝕐 𝕃𝕌𝕂𝔼 ℍ𝔼𝔸𝔻ℂ𝔸ℕ𝕆ℕ𝕊

[Some are based on info from Comics/Movies/Cartoons and my own head lol 💜]

👢 His real name is John. Luke is his middle name, but no one really knows except Calamity Jane

👢 Luke is an asexual biromantic he/him in his 30s (30-34)

👢 A modern era Luke would Luke Bryan religiously 😭💀

👢 Luke is a big dog person. He got Rintindumb as a puppy when he was around 17-18

👢 Out of all the Daltons, he considers Averall to be his friend, and Averall feels the same. Luke knows that even though he would use his naivety to bring down Daltons' plans, but the small friendship he has with Averall is genuine

👢 Luke misses getting shot by bullets and arrows. However, he usually gets grazed if they come in too close. His body has a few grazing scars from such events. Any other cut or bruise comes from jumping off of Jolly, fist fights, ect.

👢 Used to chain smoke but states he gabe it up. Luke would sneak off and secretly enjoy a cigarette when he feels incredibly stressed.

👢 Luke and Jane are so close, they're like siblings. Jane is older than Luke by 2 years.

👢 When Luke was 22, he and Jane both got drunk on a New years party and woke up in a haystack inside of some farmer's barn. He then learned he and Jane were letting out the horses to ride, but the steeds ran off and never returned. He was careful with his "lemonades" ever since (the farmer never found out it was him that did it though)

👢 Luke is a tall boi. (6'1 not including the boots)

👢 He was raised on his uncle's farm after his parents passed away. That's where he met Jolly Jumper as a filly.

👢 Luke would fall asleep against a tree or something and would wake up to see Jolly Jumper all up in his face like

Ok thats a for now 💜👢

#lucky luke #john luke #headcanons #my headcanons

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kfvarela · 4 months

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My top 23 from 2023

1. Daenerys and Isolda, her maid, have a conversation

#Drogo household #Daenerys #Isolda

2. Noah having coffee

#Noah #Kim household

3. Americus receives an unexpected kiss from Xavier

#Americus #Xavier #Delgado household

4. Thea goes out to splash in a puddle of water

#Thea #Jonhson household

5. Jeen and Leon kiss

#Jeen #Leon #Iro household

6. Mayra, Jennie, Jin Young and Amaranta at lunch

7. Amelia and Dave leave their restaurant to talk

#Amelia (Amy) #Dave #Matute household

8. Trivago starts a party at his house in the absence of his guardians

#Trivago#Bloom household

9. Agrippo on a normal school day taking photos

#Agripo#Dahlia household

10. Bob complains to Red about being exhausted

#Bob#Red

11. Matthew splashing around in puddles of water

#Matthew #Johnson household

12. After reconciling, Josh and his girlfriend Anna move out of the apartment with their friends Kim and Gary to live on a farm.

#Anna #Kim #Josh #Gary (Magnet)

13. Caresse watches television while eating cookies

#Caresse #Dahlia household

14. Luz Consuelo goes out to buy food

#Luz Consuelo #Melton household

15. Kimmy Chad and Gavin sitting around a campfire

#Kimmy #Chad #Gavin

16. Jenna, Mirah, Jacob and Aleki

#Jenna #Mirah #Jacob #Aleki #Latu household

17. Eva, Andrej and their daughter Marta #Eva #Andrej #Marta

18. Dalton gets engaged to Marissa

#Marissa #Dalton #Serrano household

19. Zarel accompanies Catrina for exercise

#Zarel #Cordero household #Catrina

20. Jun Seo sings at karaoke

#Jun Seo

21. Misa her boyfriend Tomeo and Kyoung eating in the patio of their house

#Misa #Tomeo #Kyoung #Hardy household

22. Vicky, Francisco and Marissa enjoying the summer

#Vicky #Francisco #Marissa #Serrano household

23. Rikako and Junior eat ice cream in the patio of their house

#Rikako #Junior #Levitt household

24. Bonus. Vicky, Francisco's girlfriend, Francisco and Marissa, Francisco's sister.

New sims and more stories next year. See you soon. 🤓👋🏽 Happy new year.🎊🎉

#Vicky #Francisco #Marissa #Serrano household

#tumblr2023 #year in review #top 23 of 2023

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mandowifey · 1 year

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Chase.

Edward Dalton x Fem!Reader

Warnings: If you squint a smidge of DubCon/CONnonCon, Creampie, PiV unprotected sex, predator/prey play, rough play, bruising, Edward gets a little OOC (aggressive), reader is AFAB, pre-established relationship, Vampire/Human dynamic.

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The both of you had stability now. With a blood substitute in production, a new law was passed labeling human kind as endangered. Hunting and farming of them was now considered illegal. This was great news for you and Edward both. He no longer felt the need to hide you away in his home, his secret human tucked away for his eyes only. Being liberated, you begged him to go everywhere, but most importantly the park.

While Edward was still overtly cautious, you were thrilled. Once the car parked you were already clamoring out the door and removing your shoes to leave them behind. Your feet touched grass for the first time in what felt like ages, pulling a cry of excitement from your throat. The cool night air coupled with the plush feel of the grass raised goosebumps on your skin. You felt like a child again. Arms extended you twirled and laughed, while Edward lit a cigarette and watched from a couple feet away.

He smiles, admiring how care free you were in the moment, though realizing something was tugging in the back of his throat. It started like a muscle spasm, his legs tensing and fingers twitching as he watches you jump and twirl around. He'd never seen you move so erratically. Pupils tightening, his nose twitched as he pinpointed your scent, his ears now finely attuned to your slamming pulse. The cigarette dangled from his lips as he watches you, his yellow eyes following each jerk and twirl of your body.

Oblivious to Edwards sudden predatory awakening, you squeal and jump. Your hands open and eyes closed, enjoying the breeze and grass beneath your feet. Everything felt alright in the world, and you were radiating with joy. "Edward! Come play with me I'm-" Your eyes find him, tensed and staring. He looks like a wound coil ready to spring. "-huh." You tilt your head and smile. Halting your rotations, you lower your arms and see his eyes tracking you. When you raise them again, they follow. Smirking, you bite your lip.

Even though he was an apex predator, Edward never truly acted like it. Seeing this part of him made something hot begin to pool in your core. He briefly reminded you of a cat watching birds outside a window. You grin and jerk your arms upward suddenly, causing him to jump and tense, his legs moving slightly like he was about to pounce. His lips were parted just slightly, just enough to brandish his fangs. Ahah. He was waiting for you to run. You consider it for just a moment. Edward had never been like this before, and the thrill was too tempting. Tensing your body, the two of you stare until-

-You shout and take off, arms pumping and legs stretching. Hurling yourself across the open grassy plane, you attempt to create a gap between the two of you. Cigarette falling from his mouth, something primal inside Edward activated. He was after you the second you moved, his eyes wide and pupils blowing out as he ran. The grass was slick under his nice shoes, causing a second delay as he tried to get traction. Something in him needed to grab you, needed to hunt you and catch you. He felt unlike himself but more 'alive' than ever. The distance was closing fast, you were out of shape from hiding inside all this time and a mortal with a heart beat and lungs that had to breathe. Just as he was about to lunge you pivot around a tree.

Sliding, his heels dig into the grass and he pushes off, snarling out a laugh of surprise. His yellow eyes glowing as he tore after you once more. You squeal and laugh, breathless from running so fast for so long. "Gonna have to be faster than that!" You taunt between hasty breaths. Edward says nothing, too focused on catching his quarry to hear you.

Eyes darting, you spot a small play area for children. Since the park was empty, you head for it, your legs pumping as hard and fast as they could. You were so close, when suddenly something hard crashes into your side. Air forces itself from your lungs and you hit the ground and roll, gasping noisily. Disoriented, you realize something is on top of you and you look up.

Edward's big yellow eyes stare back at you, the pupils nearly overtaking the irises. His nose twitches as he crawls over your body, scenting your sweat, your excitement of the chase. You laugh and bring your hands up to push his shoulders. "No! No no!" You playfully cry and squirm, your dress riding up your hips as he notched between your legs. The pushing did not deter him. In fact your resistance only spurred him further. He growls as he noses along your jaw, his mouth latching to the pulse in your neck and sucking hard enough to bruise.

"H-hah, s-stop, stop.." You were breathless, jello beneath him. Your pleas were halfhearted, you wanted this and he could smell it. With a growl, he grabs one of your legs and forces it around his hip, his mouth still sucking marks into you. You could feel the brush of his excitement against your thigh, spiking your heart beat. This was a side of him unfamiliar to you. Your sex life was tame, safe, out of fear he may go too far and hurt you. This was an opportunity you wanted to take.

"Get off of me!" You shout suddenly, putting strength behind your movements. It jarred him slightly as you shove and twist your body, the grass under your stomach now as you scramble to claw yourself away. Edward makes a noise in his throat that frightens you. A cold hand wrapped around your ankle and tears you backwards, eliciting a sharp squeal from you. "No! Let me go!" You thrash and writhe, the struggle only ramping him further. Grabbing a fistful of your hair, you see stars as he pushes your head down into the grass to keep you in place.

Between your panting and grunting, you heard the familiar jingle of his belt. Shifting your knees, you stick your ass up for him, presenting yourself. Edward shivers and lets out a soft growl. His cool fingers tug your sopping panties down to your knees, the night air on your hot cunt making you quiver. He uses a knee to force your legs apart, and you feel him nudging and slipping against your soaked pussy. You whine and squirm, whimpering soft 'please' and 'don't', he pretends not to hear you however. Something prods your entrance and forces in. You cry out as your hot walls suck him deep.

With a grunt, he snaps his hips into yours and leans his weight into the hand holding your head down. The pressure hurt, but mixed with him filling your needy cunt, you cant help but groan. Hunkering into you, Edward sets a punishing pace inside your body. Each impact knocking you forward and back, even with him pinning your head. You choke, gasping as his other hand grabs your leg and lifts it, forcing you to balance on one knee and your head. You scream at the new angle, his thick cock ramming into your end.

He didn't slow. He ruts faster and harder than any human could ever hope. Edward grunts and snarls, his eyes glossing over and his hot breath wafting out. You could feel the warm sting of his pre-cum lathering your walls. This man was unhinged, and you were as lost in him as he was you. Your fingers dig into the soft grass as you shriek and keen under him. The thought that anyone could walk by and see you both fucking so openly and obscenely horrified and thrilled you. Your pussy slicked noisily around him, pliant and willing for each bruising thrust he gave into your soft body.

“E-e-d--ee-e--” You babble, hardly able to speak his name. His panting grew louder and he bares his teeth, his jaw clenched and veins showing in his throat. You knew he was close, his thrusts became uneven and his grip was bruising. The heat in your body was spreading, a rushing feeling filling you, threatening to explode out. You scream for him as he brushes your cervix, your eyes rolled back into your skull as you cum, hard. Walls clenching and spasming around him, he rocks hard into you a couple more times before snapping your hips together and groans out. You can feel the throbbing of his cock and the hot, heavy ropes of his cum spurting over your insides, coating you in his essence. Breathing sharply, you begin to relax, blood rushing in your ears from how hard he had you pinned.

It seemed the orgasm knocked him out of his trance, he gave a low rumble and huffs out a couple breaths. Blinking his eyes back to normal, he looks down at the space you two were joined and gasps, quickly pulling out and putting himself away. “S-shit Y/N, shit I’m so sorry.” He says quickly, flustered. He could already see your skin starting to bruise. “Oh, no Oh..” He mumbles and pulls up your underwear and fixes your dress. You promptly flop over to the side, still trying to catch your breath. “Y/N, I’m-” “Edward?” “- Yes?” You look up at him, his eyes wide and panicked. “It’s okay.” A smile brushes your face and he seems to relax, only a little.

Leaning forward, he kisses all over your face, adorning you in a small display of affection. You close your eyes and tip your head to catch some of them, but go limp from how sore you felt. “Darling?” You hummed, smiling as you admired the vampire leaning above you. When he catches your eyes, you giggle. “You’re gonna have to carry me back to the car.”

#edward dalton #edward dalton headcannon #edward dalton x reader #edward dalton headcannons #edward dalton x you #edward dalton headcanon #edward dalton headcanons #edward dalton smut #vampire #daybreakers

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bisexualchrissycunningham · 6 months

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9 people you'd like to know better

I was tagged by @rainy-circle a few days ago and I'm just getting around to it now. Thanks, buddy!!

1. Three ships: Hellcheer of course, my forever OTP Fitzsimmons from Agents of Shield, and a new one I'm curious about (even if the show is not great) Gabi and Trent from Found. Brett Dalton is really pulling off the intense yearning and puppy-like devotion, and Gabi's relationship with him is a really interesting contrast to her relationship with Sir

2. First ever ship: Probably Michael & Maria from Roswell or Felicity & Noel from Felicity (I switched sides to Ben pretty fast though and will remain Felicity/Ben til I die)

3. Last Song: Now That We Don't Talk by Miss Taylor Swift

4. Last Film: Ticket to Paradise with George Clooney and Julia Roberts and y'all, all I want from romcoms forever is jaded 40+ adults who have lived a lot of life and are struggling to figure out how to love again even though all the baggage they're carrying has them convinced they can't

5. Currently reading: Midnight is the Darkest Hour by Ashley Winstead (for a thriller book club I joined and I'm not sure what I think of it yet but I'm deeply frustrated with the protagonist Ruth). I just got back from the library with all my next reads as well: The Haunting of Tram Car 015 by P. Djeli Clark, Sheets by Brenna Thummler, Footnotes in Gaze by Joe Sacco and Richard Irvine's Forest School for Grown Ups (this one is to read aloud to my friends at random times on our vacation).

6. Currently watching: I've been rewatching S2 of The Wilds and put off rewatching the finale until a couple days ago and I'm devastated all over again. I also started From, with Harold Perrineau and it's really good so far. Mysterious and intriguing, with more gore than I was expecting.

7. Currently consuming: Coke Zero. I just can't quit it 😭

8. Currently craving: The breakfast box my friends ordered for Saturday morning from the farm owners of our Airbnb. The veggies are from their garden and the eggs from their chickens.

Also, Caramilk.

I'm not on Tumblr as often anymore and feel like I'm missing out on what's going on with lots of my mutuals so I'm gonna tag @gunmetal-ring @anyataylorsoy @blondiest @raspberryhill @usbournejez @musicalchaos07 @maddie-grove @vclyrias @erythromanc3r @outlandishwhalesharks @rose-n-gunses @justhere4thevibez in case any of y'all wanna share!

#tag games

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endless-oc-creations · 1 month

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Mimi's Mini Plot Bunnies

Name: Judith May

Title: TBD

Fandom: Road House(1989)

Faceclaim: Sandra Bullock

Love Interest: John Dalton

Pinterest Board: Link

Summary: Judith May is a small-town girl born in Jasper, Missouri. As a teenager, she ran away to live in the big city. But, years later Judith returned to her hometown, trying to pick up the pieces of her life that ended up being shattered by the struggle she faced over the years. When Judith came back, her Uncle Emmett opened up his farm to her and she helped her around the farm while bartending for Frank Tilghman at his club, the Double Deuce.

Working nights there is hard and sometimes unbearable from all the chaos that goes on, but Judith just does what she can and puts her head down to get through the night in one piece. One day a man named James Dalton came into the town and her Uncle Emmett was letting him stay in their sparse barn.

Then later that night at work, Judith sees him at the club and finds out that her boss Frank hired him to take over security at the club, giving him full authority over the club's operations. As Judith gets closer to Dalton, she finds out that there is more to the stoic and cool-headed man.

The two end up falling in love, something that Judith said she would never do again, but the couple soon finds trouble when the crime lord, Brad Wesley, doesn’t like the changes Dalton is doing to his town.

Judith finds herself, Dalton, and everyone she cares about in danger, but Dalton promises to protect her no matter what.

💕 Everything Taglist: @bravelittleflower @sunlitscribe @eddysocs @raith-way @waterloou @decennia @hiddenqveendom @aaronhotchstuff @foxesandmagic @nejires-hado @asirensrage @lucys-chen @arrthurpendragon @daughter-of-melpomene @thatmagickjuju @ginevrastilinski @ginger-grimm @oneirataxia-girl💕

#listen...i'm gonna be honest and say I freaking hated elizabeth #<---Dalton's love interest #she didn't seem to love him all that much #so I've always wanted to make my own #so i did #fandom: road house(1989)#road house(1989)#road house #road house ocs #oc: judith may #judith may #john dalton x oc #type: mini intro #mini plot bunnies #I Want To Queue You 'Til You See Stars

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girlwithwolftatoo · 2 years

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Nightcrawlers

Pairings: Edward Dalton x F!Human Reader

Summary: The famine of 2019 is a thing from the past and humanity had grown again. But still, there's no chance to have a happy life. Edward finds Reader after a vicious attack and helps her.

Words: 2087

Warnings: Mention of injuries.

The vans that transported the day people had tough prohibitions, they could not leave specific areas or take alternate routes to the established ones, and the time for them to circulate was limited. Humanity was on the rise again, and the cost had been relatively cheap: just their absolute freedom.

But they were better off, thought those in one of the vans, drumming their fingers nervously on their legs or baggage, they were privileged compared to others. They were alive, and with some fortune, their children would live too, always in the sunlight and afraid of the dark, as their ancestors had done for thousands of years.

"Delaware Cross!" the driver announced, and the sliding door of the van opened. Two people descended from the vehicle and saw the red in the sky that heralded sunset. From that stretch they were to continue standing, and they measured their time as best they could because neither wanted to remain outdoors when night came.

"Were you able to finish your notes, (Y/N)?" asked Jim, adjusting his glasses. His partner sighed.

"The clerk couldn't locate a file, so I'll have to follow up on it tomorrow" she explained "My gloves have already turned yellow, I hate that pharmacies are only open in the afternoon."

"Human supplements, some consider them luxuries."

"Yeah, I love spending half my paycheck on crap to get more money" (Y/N) spat. The pair passed by the side of an alley, where a red light announced that it had been fitted out for what was known as a service point; outside, two or three scantily clad women scented with poppy oil were waiting for customers, although the truth was that the service points were mixed. Jim looked away from a female worker, she must still be young, but her body was scarred from the blood draw, and her skin had begun to split in a process of premature aging.

"How bad must you be to fall into a place like this?" the boy muttered. (Y/N) noticed the woman's fierce look and ducked her head.

"For every time of prosperity, there's a time of lack. It happens to every people in the world, you know that."

"Five years ago rights for humans were enacted" Jim snorted "As if we were cows."

"We think and feel, just like they do."

"No, (Y/N), we're not cattle, we're people, I won't let myself be led by the good to a... farm" the boy shuddered "And you wouldn't either, would you?"

"And if the gathering army came and told you that you or, I don't know, your neighbor's newborn baby must, what would you do?"

"That kind of thinking is what's got us in this hellhole."

They walked two more blocks together, in silence. Jim said goodbye, his friend should still walk a little further, and the Sun was disappearing faster than it should through the storm clouds; (Y/N) unfolded her umbrella and, out of sheer precaution, reached into her purse with her free hand. It was always good to carry something to defend herself, it had been that way since the first predator and the first prey had met, and it would be that way until the end.

A car was gliding through the streets, for him, night was the time to really live, and like a large part of the world's population, night was also the eternal memory of all that changed. They called it evolution but to him, though he had been unwittingly benefited, it seemed like yet another gap, an unfair break between him and those who were as he once was.

The car's hypersensitive sensors announced the movement of foreign bodies a few meters ahead. As he looked to his side, he saw a tumult of screaming and shouting beings, chasing another, and if his heart hadn't already been stopped for over thirty years, he would have felt a small heart attack, because he knew what they were, and he knew what they were doing.

Not thinking twice, he abruptly turned the steering wheel and the headlights illuminated the small space between a mini supermarket and an office building. Three men raised their heads, startled by the light, and he could see the rabid yellow eyes and grayish, haggard skins. They were called Scavengers, not because they consumed corpses, but because they deliberately hunted free humans, often for amusement rather than to satiate their hunger, and although some politicians fought to implement regulations against them, it was difficult to stop their advance.

But he couldn't care less about a bunch of lunatic supremacists, and he sounded his horn. The men milled around, curious, squinting to see who was heckling them, and it was then that he made up his mind to get out of the car.

"What the hell do you want?" a Scavenger shrieked, threatening him with his fangs.

"You have ten seconds to get out of here" replied the man of the car. As he expected, there was laughter from the group.

"You think you're the big deal with your fancy suit and your fancy car, you're not a real predator, you're a coward" shouted another, receiving cheers from his companions.

"Now it's only five seconds."

"You'd better beat it!" the first to speak to him went to meet him, ready to shove him, but a hand closed around his clothes and, as if he weighed no more than a cat, the man of the car sent him flying, the collision of the falling body unheard. The Scavenger's companions grew cowed, looking at each other.

"What are you waiting for?" jumped the man "Go get your friend."

Without ceasing to give him hateful glances, the rest of them left at last. He could tell there was no blood on their faces, though one looked like he had been wounded with something, and only then did he approach the alley.

Again, the startled sensation that was not physically possible appeared like an echo of lost humanity: lying between two dumpsters, a figure huddled, shivering and whimpering almost voicelessly, he could not measure the damage she had sustained but clearly, she was injured, and possibly dying from the way her body convulsed.

The smell of blood reached his nose, but he ignored it, as he had done for a very, very long time. He reached out his hand and rested it on the girl's shoulder, her clothes had been torn in several places and blood was gushing out in trickles, so he deduced that it had not been these that had her in this state. Her eyes were wide open and she gasped, struggling for breath, a future bruise was forming on the right side of her face, and more blood trickled down her lips.

He felt her carefully, searching for broken bones, when a word burst from her mouth, so softly that he barely perceived it:

"Please..."

The eyes were flooded with tears and looked up at him, with fear, with anguish.

"Don't be afraid" he whispered "My name is Edward, I'm not going to hurt you."

"I don't want to die..." stammered the young girl. Edward nodded.

"It's okay, I'm going to help you, okay? You'll be fine, I promise."

He searched with his eyes and came upon a purse that he assumed was hers. He put it on his shoulder and then gently took her in his arms, he noticed the shiver that ran through her but even more, he noticed the warmth still coming off her body. How strange it felt, an unusual temperature from a time he could no longer remember.

"What's your name?" he asked her. The girl's eyes narrowed, unfocusing "No, no, stay with me, don't fall asleep...what's your name?"

He advanced back to his car, shaking her slightly each time her eyelids twitched, the first drops of rain beginning to fall. It wasn't good to let a human being lose consciousness, they might not wake up again, they said, and Edward kept trying hard to avoid that as he placed the young woman in the passenger seat and buckled her seatbelt.

"You're going to be okay, do you hear me?" he continued, the human struggling to keep her head up "Come on, tell me something, what's your name, do you remember? Do you remember how you got here?"

Her chest heaved up and down with difficulty, he watched her lick her lips and wince at the taste of her own blood.

"(Y/N)..." she murmured at last "My name is... (Y/N)..."

"(Y/N), all right, all right! Don't go to sleep, (Y/N), stay with me" Edward had put the vehicle in gear "What do you do for a living, are you a student?"

"I'm... I'm a..." (Y/N)'s head cocked again, her lips moved but she made no sound.

"No, no, (Y/N), don't go to sleep, stay awake! Stay-!"

It was no use, the eyelids closed and (Y/N) hung, limp, by the seatbelt. Edward pushed on the accelerator, later, perhaps, he would call work to excuse himself with anything for missing. He couldn't take her to a hospital, it would have been a death sentence in her condition, but maybe he could save her, he was a doctor after all, he had been a doctor, he had studied to save lives....

The car skidded in front of the garage, and Edward rushed out with (Y/N) in his arms, still unconscious. He had not only medical instruments suitable for humans, but also some bags of blood, all he needed was to suture the wounds, treat the trauma and, if necessary, give her a transfusion. By law, free humans were required to carry the specific type of blood they had on their ID, he would just have to take a look in his bag.

He laid (Y/N) down on a couch, taking care to keep her head up; he could hear her heartbeat, slowed but still present, and he knew well that if he concentrated hard enough, he could even hear the blood rushing through her torrent. It was evolution, the survivors of the 2019 famine said, first and second generation vampires saw their senses sharpened and their strength doubled as some time passed, and it was beginning to be theorized that, as time passed, vampires grew stronger as in a case of rejuvenation that humans, poor little tender humans, would never experience.

Man is man's wolf, Edward thought, going through (Y/N)'s body to disinfect and close her wounds. In a way vampirism had brought with it enormous advances in technology that would not have been dreamed of under other conditions, but in return, humans were almost driven to extinction; now, they were granted the opportunity to live, to grow, to go about their business, limited to the hours of the sun and in confined spaces, so that they would not escape from sight; but their main function was still to feed the dominant species, and for that reason there were patented farms, and squads that collected (kidnapped, Edward said) humans during certain seasons to study them and, if they were considered fit, they were delivered to the milking centers.

Milking, the vampire thought as he painfully watched the bruise turn from red to purple on the girl's face. What a nice way of saying that they were hooked up to monstrous machines where, permanently sedated, they were drained of their blood at intervals until their bodies could no longer reestablish themselves, until they became a horrible parody of dried fruit.

An impulse led him to reach out and, with the obverse of his forefinger, caressed the girl's healthy cheek. It burned as if she had a fever, but Edward knew it was not, it was the warmth of true life, of a heart that beat, of skin that flushed under the touch of the sun or, perhaps, of a loved one, of an ephemeral body and that, ephemeral as it was, was much more haunting, much more beautiful than the body that prevails.

He let himself be absorbed by that warmth for a few more seconds and finally got busy with the healing. The clock read ten o'clock at night, it was still early, he could let her rest there and go to work with a slight delay that no one would claim, but instead, he stayed there long after he was done with his. How he longed for the brown eyes to open again.

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Does art make a difference?

Aw, sure. Of course there are degrees of extremity to the potential change that art can effect, depending on how many people are able to engage with it. The Beatles made a huge difference in the world. But Henry Darger, Jeff McKissack, Karen Dalton, Pauline Oliveros, Kenneth Patchen – there are so many folks who have made great art and not gotten massively famous for it, yet I think there are all sorts of ways their work informs and shapes other people’s work, and brains, and decisions.

Should politics and art mix?

Well, everything mixes, the New Statesman! That’s like asking if a knee-reflex hammer and a quadriceps tendon should “mix”.

Is your work for the many or for the few?

That’s for the many/few to say. I just crank out the hot jams.

If you were world leader, what would be your first law?

Gravity. I feel like we need to tighten up the constitutional protections that particular law enjoys. It’s a ticking time bomb, if you ask me.

Who would be your top advisers?

Cute angel on one shoulder, cute devil on the other.

What, if anything, would you censor?

Maybe we could all agree to not bust each other’s chops all cut-dang day.

If you had to banish one public figure, who would it be?

Don’t know, banishment might be a little extreme, but I’d sure like to take that Stephen Hawking dude down a notch or two. Right? Are you with me?

What are the rules that you live by?

Basically, “bros before hos”. I feel like if you stay true to that, everything else just kind of falls into place.

Do you love your country?

I love William Faulkner, Dolly Parton, fried chicken, Van Dyke Parks, the Grand Canyon, Topanga Canyon, bacon cheeseburgers with horseradish, Georgia O’Keeffe, Grand Ole Opry, Gary Snyder, Gilda Radner, Radio City Music Hall, Big Sur, Ponderosa pines, Southern BBQ, Highway One, Kris Kristofferson, National Arts Club in New York, Ruth Crawford Seeger, Joni Mitchell, Ernest Hemingway, Harriet Tubman, Hearst Castle, Ansel Adams, Kenneth Jay Lane, Yuba River, South Yuba River Citizens League, “Alice Doesn’t Live Here Anymore”, “Hired Hand”, “The Jerk”, “The Sting”, “Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid”, clambakes, lobster rolls, s’mores, camping in the Sierra Nevadas, land sailing in the Nevada desert, riding horseback in Canyon de Chelly; Walker Percy, Billie Holiday, Drag City, Chez Panisse/Alice Waters/slow food movement, David Crosby, Ralph Lauren,San Francisco Tape Music Center, Albert Brooks, Utah Phillips, Carol Moseley Braun, Bolinas CA, Ashland OR, Lawrence KS, Austin TX, Bainbridge Island WA, Marilyn Monroe, Mills College, Elizabeth Cotton, Carl Sandburg, the Orange Show in Houston, Toni Morrison, Texas Gladden, California College of Ayurvedic Medicine, Louis Comfort Tiffany, Saturday Night Live, Aaron Copland, Barack Obama, Oscar de la Renta, Alan Lomax, Joyce Carol Oates, Fred Neil, Henry Cowell, Barneys New York, Golden Gate Park, Musee Mechanique, Woody Guthrie, Maxfield Parrish, Malibu, Maui, Napa Valley, Terry Riley, drive-in movies, homemade blackberry ice cream from blackberries picked on my property, Lil Wayne, Walt Whitman, Halston, Lavender Ridge Grenache from Lodi CA, Tony Duquette, Julia Morgan, Lotta Crabtree, Empire Mine, North Columbia Schoolhouse, Disneyland, Nevada County Grandmothers for Peace; Roberta Flack, Randy Newman, Mark Helprin, Larry David, Prince; cooking on Thanksgiving; Shel Siverstein, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Radziwill, Jackie Onassis, E.B. White, William Carlos Williams, Jay Z, Ralph Stanley, Allen Ginsberg, Cesar Chavez, Harvey Milk, RFK, Rosa Parks, Arthur Miller, “The Simpsons”, Julia Child, Henry Miller, Arthur Ashe, Anne Bancroft, The Farm Midwifery Center in TN, Martha Graham, Alvin Ailey, Jr., Eleanor Roosevelt, Clark Gable, Harry Nilsson, Woodstock, and some other stuff. Buuuut, the ol’ U S of A can pull some pretty dick moves. I’m hoping it’ll all come out in the wash...

Are we all doomed?

If we keep our expectations pretty low I think we might be fine. I mean, we’re definitely all dying at some point. There’s no getting around that. But between now and then, things might start looking up!

— Joanna Newsom for The New Statesman, 2008

#joanna newsom #isn't she simultaneously just the most hilarious and thoughtful person?#i love her so much #a few people have asked me for that one quote about loving her country but the whole interview is a real gem i hope y'all enjoy it #love joanna #jnew

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