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Scrapbook 2021 | Part I

For anyone that’s new to this, this is how I keep track of all of the things I enjoy and/or create throughout the year. I have literally been doing this since I had a livejournal. I think the first one was 2011? Maybe? In which case, woohoo, ten years of scrapbooking!

It’s a nice little snippet of my life and helps to organize my brain.

A reminder:

Normal font - Indifferent/Neutral Italicized font - Enjoyed bold font - Loved with an asterisk* - All time favorite (bracketed titles) - Re-watches/Re-reads strikethough - Disliked

Goals are: read 80 books, finish five video games, write more than 20 fics or something larger than 20k, and write either an original short story or start a novel.

Past Years

MOVIES

January

(Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring)

(Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers)

(Lord of the Rings: Return of the King)

Robin Hood

(Hook)

Wolfwalkers

February

(Age of Ultron)

From Up On Poppy Hill

(Tangled)

(Onward)

(The Mummy)

(Hercules)

(Promare)

March

Raya and the Last Dragon

(My Neighbor Totoro)

April

(Hunchback of Notre Dame)

(Tarzan)

(Beauty and the Beast)

Weathering With You

BOOKS

January

A Deadly Education | Naomi Novak [Fin]

Home Body | Rupi Kaur [Fin]

The Sunken Mall | K.D. Edwards [Fin]

Bloom | Kevin Panetta [Fin]

The Angel of Crows | Katherine Addison

All the Stars and Teeth | Adalyn Grace [Fin]

The Adventure Zone: Vol 1 | McElroys & Carey Pietsch [Fin]

I Hope You Stay | Courtney Peppernell [Fin]

Pillow Thoughts | Courtney Peppernell [Fin]

Piraneesi | Susanna Clarke [Fin]

The Ex Talk | Rachel Lynn Solomon [Fin]

February

The Adventure Zone: Vol 2 | McElroys & Carey Pietsch [Fin]

The Adventure Zone: Vol 3 | McElroys & Carey Pietsch [Fin]

The Angel of Crows | Katherine Addison

Alice Isn’t Dead | Joseph Fink

March

Winter’s Orbit | Everina Maxwell [Fin]

Fireheart Tiger | Aliette de Bodard [Fin]

Alice Isn’t Dead | Joseph Fink

Fire | Kristin Cashore [Fin]

Bitterblue | Kristin Cashore [Fin]

The Witch’s Heart | Genevieve Gornichec [Fin]

Winterkeep | Kristin Cashore

April

Alice Isn’t Dead | Joseph Fink [Fin]

Winterkeep | Kristin Cashore [Fin]

The Memory Theater | Karin Tidbeck [Fin]

These Violent Delights | Chloe Gong

(Red White and Royal Blue | Casey Mcquiston) [Fin]

Rule of Wolves | Leigh Bardugo [Fin]

Alice Isn’t Dead | Joseph Fink [Fin]

Not the Girl You Marry | Andie Christopher [Fin]

The Echo Wife | Sarah Gailey [Fin]

The Midnight Library | Matt Haig

Catherine House | Elisabeth Thomas [Fin]

Séance Tea Party | Reimena Yee [Fin]

Lumberjanes vol 1 | Noelle Stevenson [Fin]

PODCASTS

January

The Unseen, Christmas and New Year Special

The Penumbra Podcast, Juno Steel arc, Heart of It All and What Lies Beyond

The Penumbra Podcast, Second Citadel, Strong Arm of Justice and The Priestess’ Fortune

I Am In Eskew, Episode 16

Welcome to Night Vale, Episode 67, 68, and 69

The Magnus Archives, Episode 190 and 191

February

The Magnus Archives, Episode 192-194

The Adventure Zone, Episodes 15-60

March

The Magnus Archives, Episode 194-200 [Fin]

The Adventure Zone, Episodes 60-TAZ BALANCE ENDING

MBMBAM, Episode 1

I Am In Eskew, Episode 17-22

April

I Am In Eskew, Episode 23-END

Alice Isn’t Dead, Episode 18-END

TV SHOWS BY SEASON

January

His Dark Materials, s2 [Fin]

Watcher Entertainment

Buzzfeed Worth It

(Black Sails, s1)

The Queen’s Gambit**

February

Cherry Magic

Wandavision, s1

Watcher Entertainment

The Owl House

(Little Witch Academia)

Star vs the Forces of Evil, s3, s4

Bridgerton

Buzzfeed Unsolved: True Crime

Heaven’s Official Blessing

March

Wandavision, s1 [Fin]

Watcher Entertainment, Puppet History & Watcher Weekly

Falcon and the Winter Soldier

Word of Honor

April

Word of Honor, s1

Watcher Entertainment, Puppet History

Falcon and the Winter Soldier, s1

Kim’s Convenience, s1, 2, 3, 4

Leverage, s4

Shadow and Bone, s1

The Great, s1

VIDEO GAMES

January

Hades, 37 hours [Fin]

Assassin’s Creed: Valhalla, 35 hours

February

Assassin’s Creed: Valhalla, 35 hours

Hades, 75+ hours?

Animal Crossing: New Horizons, 16 hours

Persona 5 Royal

March

Animal Crossing: New Horizons, 45 hours

Persona 5 Royal, 141 hours

Assassin’s Creed: Valhalla, 35 hours

Concrete Genie, 3 hours

April

Concrete Genie, 6 hours [Fin]

Animal Crossing: New Horizons, 65 hours

Persona 5 Royal, 160 hours

Monster Hunter Rise, 2 hours

Civ, 5 hours

DELIGHTFUL FIC

January

Modern Rustic by beethechange | Buzzfeed Unsolved | Ryan/Shane | 22k | “I think,” he says, finally, “that if we looked around this place hard enough, we’d find a rose underneath a—a glass thing, what’s it called—losing petals. Metaphorically.”

easy livin' by sarcasticfishes | Buzzfeed Unsolved (Fallout AU) | Ryan/Shane | 6k | The Wasteland - and Ryan - through Shane's eyes.

(in nocte consiliam by oxymoronic | Bartimaeus | Bartimaeus/Nathaniel | 4k | London, 2003. Britain is on the brink of war, and someone is trying rather hard to kill John Mandrake.)

made of glass the way you see through me by uneventfulhouses | Buzzfeed Unsolved | Ryan/Shane | 19k | Will it always be like this? Ryan wonders, watching Shane lope up the snowy walkway and pushing his way through the front door, humming some jolly old tune in that way Shane’s prone to do. Theatrical, performing for an audience even though Ryan is the only one around.

All Your Stars In View by alpha_exodus | Harry Potter | Draco/Harry | 18k | Life after the war is difficult for Harry, especially when the only thing that makes him feel better is, oddly enough, being around Malfoy. So when Malfoy asks to paint his portrait, Harry can't refuse, even if it means baring himself in more ways than one.

13 Genuinely Awful Things About Steven by thefourthvine | Buzzfeed Worth It | Steven/Andrew | 10k | Andrew’s learned to like cake, he’s learned to like oysters, and he’s learned to like Steven.

we’ll make a brand new start of it (in old new york) by misantlery | Buzzfeed Worth It | Steven/Andrew | 10k | “Just to be clear,” Andrew says. “You want me to pretend to be your boyfriend at a party to spite your high school bully and your high school girlfriend and possibly the entire state of Ohio?”

Russian Roulette Croquembouche by misantlery | Buzzfeed Worth It | Andrew/Steven | 9k | “Get that on your business card,” Andrew advises. “Steven Lim, video producer, world traveler, fancy dessert boy. Human cream puff.”

rose-colored boy by juniperProse | Buzzfeed Worth It | Steven/Andrew | 2k | Andrew’s eyes are pink.

Like Wildfire by makemadej | Watcher Entertainment | Shane/Ryan | 20k | “Is this gonna be a thing with you?” Ryan demands. “You can’t keep committing to stuff that no one else knows about! When people online say they want you to be more open and vulnerable, this is not what they mean.”

Scratching the Itch by bendingsignpost | Doctor Who | Rose/Ten | 20k | Her mum had always told her that blokes had only one thing on their minds, but this was taking it to an entirely new level.

lie back and let me unlock you by Lise | The Untamed | Xiao Xingchen/Xue Yang | 7k | Xiao Xingchen, reluctantly, admits to certain fantasies that he has. His friend is happy to indulge him.

in our respective ways by Lise | The Untamed | Jiang Cheng & Lan Wangji | 6k | Jiang Cheng has his golden core back. But he seems to have lost Wei Wuxian.

By Proxy by Lise | The Untamed | Jiang Cheng/Lan Wangji | 12k | Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangji, looking for comfort in all the wrong places.

some good mistakes by Lise | The Untamed | Jiang Cheng & Lan Wangji | 18k | Or, the one where Wei Wuxian vanishes and Lan Wangji, reluctantly, asks for Jiang Cheng's help tracking him down.

efforts in a common cause by Lise | The Untamed | Xiao Xingchen/Xue Yang/Song Lan | 12k | Everybody's walked out of Yi City alive. Now it's just three badly adjusted adults (and one badly adjusted teenager) trying to make things work - a project somewhat derailed by a night hunt that turns out to be something else.

swinger of birches by astronicht | The Untamed | Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian | 23k | Lan Zhan is a little witch in the house on the hill, whispering out a love curse. Wei Ying is a witch undead, undone.

let me desecrate you by hkafterdark | The Untamed | Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian | 6k | “Dangerous words.” Wei Wuxian drew back. The flickering candlelight gave him an otherworldly appearance; that, and his beauty, unchanged since the first time Lan Wangji had seen him. “You aren’t afraid to be at the mercy of the fearsome Yiling laozu?”

The Demon Affair by stereobone | Yu Yu Hakusho | Hiei/Kurama | 9k | Kurama accidentally seduces Hiei into a relationship.

i came to win (and i won) by paperclipbitch | The Queen’s Gambit | Beth/Benny | 3k | They play chess, and they fuck.The two things are not the same.

February

Sylvain Gautier Would Love To Try To Solve All Your Problems Through Sex (Hey It Might Help) by Fall Out Boy by harriet_vane | Fire Emblem: Three Houses | Sylvain/Felix | 22k | In which Sylvain wakes up on the wrong tour bus, and refuses to be their sex therapist (unless Felix asks nicely)

μήτηρ, in the Greek by antistar_e (kaikamahine) | Hades | Nyx & Persephone, canon relationships | 37k | At the end of this recounting, she tilted her head and asked politely, Is this not how you have children?Uh, no, said Persephone.

that voodoo that you do so well by veterization | Buzzfeed Unsolved | Ryan/Shane | 18k | Ryan buys a voodoo potion oil at Voodoo Authentica meant to attract Yummy Boys. Appropriately, things happen.

A Bridge Between by Runespoor | Spirited Away | Gen | 3k | Years later, Chihiro moves into a new apartment; her parents help.

the ghost king's bride by arahir | Tian Guan Ci Fu | Hua Cheng/Xie Lian | 10k | Ghosts won't stop giving Xie Lian flowers, Hua Cheng won't stop teasing, and Xie Lian is out here doing his best, man.

Side bitch out of your league by rohkeutta | Captain America | Steve/Bucky | 3k | “I tried to call Sam,” Captain America says, bewildered. He’s sprinting like Usain Bolt and doesn’t sound even a little out of breath. Fucker. “Who’re you?”

cause in your warmth (I forget how cold it can be) by madnessandbrilliance | Promare | Lio/Galo | 7k | Lio is always freezing. Galo is always warm. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out the rest.

backdraft by broments | Promare | Lio/Galo | 32k | It happens in an instant, Galo gaping like an idiot while Lio presses forward to defend against the perceived threat, the weapon sparkling but not burning as it kisses Galo's throat.

Yosuke will now die for you! by DragonBandit | Persona 4 | Yosuke/Souji | 5k | ...This, causes problems.

dramamine by brawlite | The Untamed | Song Lan/Xue Yang | 7k | Song Lan is having a bad morning. Help comes from the last person he'd expect: Xue Yang.

Hearth and Home by lady_ragnell | Leverage | Alec/Eliot/Parker | 1k | When Eliot goes to a temple, or when he’s in one place long enough to build a shrine, he doesn’t do it for Ares. He does it for Hestia.

Where One Ends and the Other Begins by kalliopeia | Leverage | Alec/Parker/Eliot | 30k | Nobody’s particularly shocked when the job goes spectacularly sideways because their loot turns out to be magic. Parker and Eliot begin reading each other’s minds, accidental sharing happens, and shenanigans result.

Hungry Thirsty Roots by coolkidroland | Persona 5 | Akechi/Akira | 56k | In which Akira absolutely does not learn to leave well enough alone. **

Without Grasping Yet by Angelic_Ascent | Persona 5 | Akechi/Akira | 8k | Akechi and Akira end up far too cramped for comfort in the Morgana bus. And then they're left alone in Mementos.

Falling Up by KivaEmber | Persona 5 | Akechi/Akira | 2k | “If it helps…” Akira spoke up suddenly, his tone morbidly amused, “I forgive you, for shooting me in the face.”

March

Touch of Forbidden by tirsynni | LoZ | Ganondorf/Link | 2k | Nabooru warned him not to travel to the Spirit Temple. So of course Link went to the Spirit Temple.

breaking the same old heart by tardigradeschool | The Adventure Zone | Magnus/Taako | 11k | Taako and Magnus in triptych: before, during, and after the Bureau.**

your head is good, it’s loyal, it’s clean by Anonymous | TAZ | Magnus/Taako | 4k | "Here, I do this all the time."Too quickly for him to react, Taako plucks away one of his golden rings and slips it onto the ring finger of Magnus' left hand.

bruising kisses, whispered confessions by tangerine_skye | TAZ | Magnus/Taako | 3k | The trio stop over at an inn for the night. Taako and Magnus share a bed.

i can see what's coming (but i'm not saying it) by pansywaist | TAZ | Magnus/Taako | 3k | His breath is still hot on Taako's lips, distracting enough he almost misses the strained whisper: “I thought I was gonna lose you.”

Emergency Consolation in the Pocket Spa by Anonymous | TAZ | Magnus/Taako | 3k | If Magnus wants to hug a wizard, Magnus gets to hug a wizard.

together for the long haul by kismetNemesis | TAZ | Magnus/Taako | 6k | Magnus and Taako were married on a bright spring day in the year after they saved the world.

thin skin, bruises, and a cold cup of tea by GayFrankensteinsMonster | TAZ | Magnus/Taako | 3k | Sleep is for the weak, and Magnus has no weaknesses, except for his own natural curiosity.

tender is the night by dollylux | TAZ | Magnus/Taako | 10k | “It’s just…” He runs a hand through the thick bramble of his hair, gripping the crown of it to anchor himself. He sighs, slumping back against the footboard. “I guess I’m just not very good at one on one. Like, not… not in any way.”

a note is attached to the top of the vial by GayFrankensteinsMonster | TAZ | Kravitz/Taako, Magnus/Taako | 5k | Elves have a lifespan of up to six hundred years. The people that you know don't even come close to that.

Pieces of Memory and Heart by ellemaris | Raya and the Last Dragon | Raya/Namaari | 1k | Raya isn't sure how to heal everything between Heart and Fang, but returning something important to Namaari seems like a start.

the gods laugh by miss_aphelion | The Untamed | Wei Wuxian/Lan Wangji | 11k+ | WIP | Wei Wuxian is just getting used to being alive again when he's ripped from the world he knows. He wakes in a place where his sister and her husband live, where his brother doesn't hate him, where the Wen remnants have all survived.

In Your Room, In Your Bed by giraffeter | The Untamed | Wei Wuxian/Lan Wangji/Jiang Cheng | 25k | After Wei Ying is disowned, Yu Ziyuan forbids Jiang Cheng from letting Wei Ying live with him. Jiang Cheng lets him stay anyway because Fuck That. He tells his parents Lan Zhan is his new roommate instead.

in the blossom season (in the pouring rain) by varnes | The Untamed | Wei Wuxian/Lan Wangji | 14k | “Doctor Flowers,” Lan Zhan repeats, pointing at the tiny plum tree, just to confirm that his son is suggesting a magical tree named Doctor Flowers sprouted overnight and made their tame family project turn into a verdant jungle.

34 years old - 5'8" - DL - no-BB by withpractice_ff | Ace Attorney | Edgeworth/Phoenix | 3k | Phoenix finds Edgeworth’s Grindr profile

spinning with the stars above by tardigradeschool | The Untamed | Wei Wuxian/Lan Wangji | 7k | Wangji returns home to Vulcan for the first time since he left for Starfleet Academy, this time with Wei Ying at his side. He’s not expecting Wei Ying and his uncle to be fast friends, but things go poorly in a very different way than he was expecting.

every breath that comes before by tardigradeschool | The Untamed | Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian | 10k | Or, what if that cup of wine Wei Wuxian drank for Lan Wangji after the Phoenix Mountain hunt wasn't just wine?

never love an anchor by tardigradeschool | Wei Wuxian/Lan Wangji | 31k | A fisherman and a selkie fall in love beside the sea. Regretfully, things are never quite that simple.

Be Careful by giraffeter | The Untamed | Song Lan/Xue Yang | 5k | Song Lan and Xue Yang try to survive a week in their shared apartment without Xiao Xingchen as a buffer.

April

running for a soft place to fall by tardigradeschool | The Untamed | Lan Xichen & Lan Wangji | 10k | As he leaves for his coming of age test at age twelve, half-Vulcan Xichen has a goal in mind. The rules of the kahs-wan prohibit taking food, water, or weapons. In accordance, Xichen is bringing none of those things, but he does have a compass tucked into his pocket. He is going to find his father.

an act too often neglected by Ariaste | The Untamed | Lan Xichen/Meng Yao | 60k | The single faceless, anonymous photograph on the profile that catches his eye is shot in elegant black-and-white, and there’s something about the crispness of the focus and the markedly off-center composition that says art, for once, rather than mugshot.The caption below is equally sparse: “5’6. Demanding.”

where you go, I'm going (so jump and I'm jumping) by Aria | The Magnus Archives | Martin/Jonathan | 6k | "I don't think so," Alex said. She looked at Martin. "Is this really how it went?"

Morning, keep the streets empty for me by feyburner | The Untamed | Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian | 6k | Ghosts were drawn to the ring roads.

2am on a saturday by detectorist | The Untamed | Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian | 11k | In which Lan Zhan gets high, slides into Wei Ying's DMs, and somehow ends up having the harmonica played to him at 2am in the morning.

Grief Kindly Stopped by ShanaStoryteller | The Untamed | Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian | 5k | Nothing leaves the Burial Mounds alive.

Boat Basin by downjune | The Falcon and the Winter Soldier | 5k | He thought the 21st century now maybe suffered from an overabundance of classifications for all the different ways to fuck and/or romance a person, but the most important thing—and his therapist had emphasized this—the most important thing was connection.

my touch magnifies by isozyme | Word of Honor | Wen Kexing/Zhou Zishu/Ye Baiyi | 7k | Wen Kexing gets hit with fuck-or-die sex pollen on the way to Longyuan cabinet. Everything would be fine, except Zhou Zishu’s been keeping an unfortunate secret: the nails in his chest mean he can’t get hard anymore.

DELIGHTFUL FANVIDS

January

2020 || Multifandom Mashup

Hades - Official Animated Trailer

Hades Mini-PMV: This Year

2020, I guess

MARVEL || Energy (ft. Easy McCoy + Black Hydra)

obi-wan || give it

2020 ll Multifandom Mashup

Multifandom | Goodbye 2020

Multifandom | Goodbye 2018

2018 Multifandom | MASHUP

His Dark Materials - No Sanctuary

Lyra & Mrs. Coulter | Hurricane

► mrs. coulter || way down we go [hdm]

Wonder Woman || BORN READY

Vikings | The End of the Journey

February

MARVEL || Ready Set (ft. Vo Williams)

MARVEL || Here We Go (ft. Chris Classic)

MARVEL || Is You Ready || The Falcon and the Winter Soldier

Never forget || Hualian - Hua Cheng x Xie Lian AMV

【魔道祖师 / MDZS】Animatic - The First Siege | Safe & Sound

The Jedi Way | THE MANDALORIAN

Multifandom || Going Bad (feat. Drake)

March

Broccolli Casserole--The Untamed

Hey Brother - The Adventure Zone Animatic/PMV

The Adventure Zone: Balance trailer

The Adventure Zone: Balance Arc Trailer (Animatic)

13 Year Olds (A MDZS Animatic by Arcxus)

Multifandom || Die In This Town

DNA | shadow & bone

(Marvel) Wanda Maximoff | Grief

Defying Gravity | MDZS/CQL Animatic

It’s Quiet Uptown | MDZS Animatic

To The Stars

(Marvel) WandaVision || Awaken

Walt Disney Animation Studios | A Magical Journey

We don't have forever.

stop living a fake life.

► Wanda Maximoff | PAINT IT BLACK (+15k)

Multifandom || Take It (c/w Quang Truong) ft. @SEIGE WORLD

Kylo Ren | STAR WARS

The Lord of the Rings Trilogy

April

MARVEL || Natural ft.ImagineDragons

xue yang & xiao xingchen ➤ gasoline

WEN KEXING || GASOLINE

Wen Kexing ✘ Zhou Zishu || Dandelions

Play With Fire - Wen Kexing

TOXIC ~ Wen Kexing ~ word of honor ~ 山河令

(Marvel) Bucky Barnes | Free

Bucky Barnes | Feeling Good

The Falcon and the Winter Soldier || Next Level ft. @7kingZ || (Marvel)

Eternity looking down on us.

The complexity of reality.

Captain America

✗ The Crows | Trouble (Shadow&Bone)

Shadow & Bone | Paint It Black

The secret fate of all life.

DELIGHTFUL MUSIC

January

A Better Version - Jessie Shelton

Start a War - Klergy, Valerie Broussard

Meet Me in the Dark - Melissa Etheridge

ily - Surf Mesa, Emilee

Space Man - Eurielle

To Be Loved - Aurora

In the Blood - Darren Korb

Can’t Help Falling in Love - Tommee Profitt

Astronomical - SVRCINA

Oh Comely - Neutral Milk Hotel

In This Shirt - The Irrepressibles

goblincore + cottagecore

moonlit love letters 🌙💌 (sailor moon-inspired lofi mix)

Moonlight Densetsu Lo-Fi Remix 1 hour version

Peaceful Meditation

February

Never Forget You - Zara Larsson

Is You Ready - Migros

Recomposed Four Seasons - Max Richter

The End - JPOLND

Love Yourself - Sufjan Stevens

Deja | Daniel Roure

Used To Like | Neon Trees

Material Boy - Sir Sly

Willow - Taylor Swift

Overture - Apashe

Evangeline - Josh Garrels

Gris, pt 1 - Berlinist

Inferno - Hiroyuki Sawano

March

BAMBAM - Angie

Dictator - Rei Ami

Demons - Hayley Kiyoko

Runaway - Rei Ami

Deep Blue - Marcus Warner

Brave New World - Kalandra

Nero - The Speed

The Path of Silence - Anne Sophie Versnaeyen

Tuleloits - Kerli

Soft to Be Strong - Marina

Relic - Reeder

Ascension - Gorillaz

Will You Follow Me Into the Dark - Klergy

Voidfish (Plural) - Rachel Mitchell

Raya and the Last Dragon soundtrack

Unicorn Wizard - Ninja Sex Party

Me Too - Meghan Trainor

Umbrella - Rihanna

Colors Flying High - Lollia

Wake Up, Get Up, Get Out There - Lyn

lovely - khalid

Burn My Dread - Lotus Juice

Progress - The Dear Hunter

My Mother Told Me - Rachel Hardy

Savage Daughter - Sarah Ross

Four - Sleeping At Last

April

The Other Side - Amarante

Predator & Prey - Griffin Puatu

As the World Caves In -Matt Maltese

Tell Her I Wasn’t Scared - Dan Thiessen

Esmeralda - Adriel Genet

Woods - AfterInfinity

So Human of You - Shireen

Flags of Rome - Jesper Kyd

Do It All the Time - I don’t Know How But They Found Me

Hummingbirds - Venus Hum

On and On - Curtis Harding

Grand Escape - RADWIMPS

my ex’s best friend - machine gun kelly

Sofia - Clairo

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun - Charlotte Lawrence

Next Level - 7KingZ

Tell Me - Johnny Jewel

Get Out of Town - Firefles

Music for Anglo Saxes

I See Darkness In You - Red Mecca

Satan Is His Name - Holly Golightly

Rocky Trail - Kings of Convenience

Story - NF

Because the Night - 10,000 Maniacs

Use to Be (L.O.V.E.) - Chelsea Collins

Bird on a Wire - Simone Istwa

Huzzah - Nathan Barr

POSTED FIC

January

gonna make you feel, boy | Hades | Megaera/Thanatos/Zagreus | 1,101 words | “You can touch, you know,” she murmurs, satisfaction and anticipation warring within her. Her pulse pounds. Zagreus’s eyes have darkened, his pupils eating up all that color. He looks good enough to eat.

February

how long do we have? | She Ra | Adora/Catra | 1,539 words | “The war is over, Adora,” Catra tells her. Adora hums. “Maybe. Maybe not.”

March

only fools rush in | The Adventure Zone | Taako/Magnus | 5,209 words | “Okay,” Taako says, sitting down heavily. “So. Ancient ritual to… bring people together?”

til my lungs both billow out | The Magnus Archives | Jon/Martin | 748 words | The knife goes in. The tape runs out.

the echo, as wide as the equator | The Untamed | Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian | 2,927 words | “Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying whispers after it is done.

April

N/A

WIPS | UNPUBLISHED | ORIGINAL

January

1685 words of Buzzfeed Unsolved, tattoo AU

February

N/A

March

3121 words of Magnus/Taako, Stolen Century verse Posted!

April

852 words of Steve/Billy

FANMIXES/GRAPHICS

January

got the morbs: sad/somber songs for sad/somber people

2021: a mix for the year that comes after 2020

Sahara Baby: a mix for songs that sound like Spanish Sahara

Fire Baby: a mix for songs that sound like Play With Fire

Consequences Baby: a mix for songs that sound like Consequences

Paradise Baby: a mix for songs that sound like Paradise Valley

Real Boy: a Zagreus playlist

February

N/A

March

only fools rush in: a taako/magnus playlist

pomegranate seeds: a persephone playlist

make them bow: a megaera playlist

fuck feelings: a taako playlist

til my lungs both billow out: a jonmartin playlist

April

i am my mother’s savage daughter: a playlist for the girl

#heather says what #heather writes #scrapbook #2021

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Ace/Aro Representation in Popular Media: A Reference Guide

NOVELS

THE GENTLEMAN’S GUIDE TO VICE AND VIRTUE AND THE LADY’S GUIDE TO PETTICOATS AND PIRACY BY MACKENZI LEE

REPRESENTATION: Felicity Montague, a supporting character in the first book and the main character of the second, is openly aroace. There’s a lot of queer rep in these books apart from Felicity -- her brother, the main character of the first book, is bi, and there are also gay and lesbian characters.

PLOT: Felicity is a white, British teen girl who is dead set on becoming a doctor in the 1700s, despite opposition on all sides, both from her family and the misogynist men who control the medical establishment, and she is also busy navigating a world where her value as a person is equated with her ability to marry and have children, despite the fact that she has no desire to do either.

SAWKILL GIRLS BY CLAIRE LEGRAND

REPRESENTATION: Zoey, one of the three main characters, is ace, black, and a teen girl. The other two protagonists, Marion and Val, are also openly queer.

PLOT: Teen girls keep mysteriously vanishing without a trace from Sawkill Island and no one seems to be doing anything about it. Zoey, the daughter of the local sheriff, starts her own investigation after her best friend disappears. Not to spoil too much, but the plot involves monsters, a terrible curse, and magic.

EVERY HEART A DOORWAY BY SEANAN MCGUIRE

REPRESENTATION: The main character, Nancy, is an ace white girl. The Wayward Children series as a whole has tons of queer rep, including trans and lesbian characters. The author, Seanan McGuire, is demisexual and biromantic.

PLOT: Nancy fell through a doorway into a magical world, but now she’s back home, and she is having difficulty adjusting. Her parents send her to a boarding school for children who have had similar experiences, but then someone begins murdering Nancy’s classmates in grisly ways.

PROTECTOR OF THE SMALL SERIES BY TAMORA PIERCE

REPRESENTATION: The main character, Keladry of Mindelan, is an aro white girl.

PLOT: The series follows the struggles and adventures of Keladry, one of the first women to be allowed to train to be a knight, beginning when she is ten years old.

THE CIRCLE OF MAGIC SERIES BY TAMORA PIERCE

REPRESENTATION: Sandry, one of the main characters, is an ace white girl. There’s other queer rep in this series -- Daja is a black lesbian.

PLOT: Follows the adventures of four young mages, as they learn how to use and control their powers.

THE SHADOWHUNTER CHRONICLES BY CASSANDRA CLARE

REPRESENTATION: One of the supporting characters, Raphael Santiago, is an aroace Mexican vampire. The most explicit discussion of Raphael’s aroaceness happens in the short story “Son of the Dawn” in the upcoming Ghosts of the Shadow Market anthology (he specifically mentions being completely uninterested in romance) and in the novel The Red Scrolls of Magic, where he describes his sexual orientation as “not interested.”

PLOT: When fifteen-year-old Clary Fray heads out to the Pandemonium Club in New York City, she hardly expects to witness a murder — much less a murder committed by three teenagers covered with strange tattoos and brandishing bizarre weapons. Clary knows she should call the police, but it’s hard to explain a murder when the body disappears into thin air and the murderers are invisible to everyone but Clary. Equally startled by her ability to see them, the murderers explain themselves as Shadowhunters: a secret tribe of warriors dedicated to ridding the earth of demons. Within twenty-four hours, Clary’s mother disappears and Clary herself is almost killed by a grotesque demon.But why would demons be interested in ordinary mundanes like Clary and her mother? And how did Clary suddenly get the Sight? The Shadowhunters would like to know….

TASH HEARTS TOLSTOY BY KATHRYN ORMSBEE

REPRESENTATION: The main character, Tash, is an alloromantic ace woman.

PLOT: An ace coming-of-age story. Tash’s web series, based on Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina, becomes unexpectedly popular, and she must navigate her newfound fame and the difficulties of her crush on a fellow YouTuber.

LET’S TALK ABOUT LOVE BY CLAIRE KANN

REPRESENTATION: Alice, the main character, is bi, ace, black, and a woman.

PLOT: Alice’s girlfriend dumps her (because she finds out Alice is ace) right before summer break, and she decides that she’s through with dating...until she meets a boy named Takumi.

COMIC BOOKS

RAVEN: THE PIRATE PRINCESS BY JEREMY WHITLEY

REPRESENTATION: Jayla Cooke, a secondary character, is a black, autistic, aroace woman. Nearly every character in this series is openly queer.

PLOT: Raven Xingtao, pirate princess, cobbles together a pirate crew composed entirely of women in order to gain revenge against her brothers, who stole her inheritance away from her.

JUGHEAD BY CHIP ZDARSKY

REPRESENTATION: This is the series that establishes that Jughead Jones is aroace.

PLOT: Riverdale High provides a quality education and quality hot lunches, but when one of those is tampered with, Jughead Jones swears vengeance!

THE MOVEMENT BY GAIL SIMONE

REPRESENTATION: Roshanna Chatterji, one of the main characters, is a canonically ace Indian-American woman (I suspect she’s aro as well, but that’s not explicitly confirmed).

PLOT: The young heroes of The Movement rise up to take back the dirty streets of Coral City. But when one of their own is captured by the police, it’s Coral City’s finest against the citizens they have neglected to protect.

TELEVISION

SHADOWHUNTERS

REPRESENTATION: One of the supporting characters, Raphael Santiago, is an ace Mexican vampire.

PLOT: Based on Cassandra Clare's bestselling young adult fantasy book series, "The Mortal Instruments," Shadowhunters follows a group of human-angel hybrids who fight to protect their world by hunting down demons. With warlocks, vampires, werewolves, and ominous threats at every turn, the Shadowhunters must lean on each other and their abilities to keep the darkness at bay.

SIRENS

REPRESENTATION: Voodoo, one of the secondary characters, is a white asexual woman.

PLOT: The series follows the work lives of three Chicago EMT paramedics with the Eminent Ambulance Company and the unusual—often crude or humorous—situations and people in need of their assistance.

BOJACK HORSEMAN

REPRESENTATION: Todd Chavez, one of the supporting characters, is an asexual Latino man.

PLOT: BoJack Horseman, the washed-up star of the 1990s sitcom Horsin' Around, plans his big return to celebrity relevance with a tell-all autobiography to be written by his ghostwriter Diane Nguyen. BoJack also has to contend with the demands of his agent and on-again-off-again girlfriend Princess Carolyn, the misguided antics of his freeloading roommate Todd Chavez, and his friend and rival Mr. Peanutbutter.

If anyone knows of any others, please share!

#asexuality #ace representation #ace positivity #jughead jones #bojack horseman #shadowhunters #sirens #the movement #raven the pirate princess #1k

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Night of the Living Dead (1968)

“They’re coming to get you, Barbra.”

When the bodies of the recently deceased begin coming back to life to try and kill and eat the living, a group of strangers take refuge inside an empty rural home.

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Fright: 1.7 / 5 Barbras

For me the most unsettling moments of fright are near the beginning when the attacks first start occurring. Sure, packs of the undead banging on your door is a creepy idea, but the potential for some stranger to suddenly attack you is just so much more real.

I feel like this was probably a very frightening movie when it came out, but time has dulled its blade a bit. For devotees of the genre Night of the Living Dead probably doesn’t even cause a blip on their fear radar. But for less desensitized viewers I think it probably walks a nice line between being spooky enough to creep you out a little, but tame and dated enough that it won’t keep you up all night.

It’s easy to look back on this one and not remember any big scares. But that’s probably just because the movie isn’t really into big scares. It prefers to charge the atmosphere of a scene with spooky tension. Who will live? Who will die? What’s going to happen next?

Gore: 2.3 / 5 Butcher Counter Scraps

This one is tough to measure. Old school gore gore rarely measures up to modern standards, and the whole movie is in black & white (which always makes things seem a little less visceral to me). So by modern zombie movie standards this one is pretty tame.

On one hand there certainly is a bit of gore, but on the other hand it is generally used to suggest that something rather gruesome occurred instead of actually showing it happening.

For instance, they never show anyone getting bit or pulled apart or anything like that. But they do imply that such things have happened and then show the ghouls eating “human flesh.” Yet it’s pretty obvious to an adult viewer that the actors are just creepily munching on a prop arm or some meaty bit acquired from a butcher shop.

There’s also a couple of quick shots of a slightly decomposed skull.

For the most part the only gruesome things you actually see being done to people are things like getting shot or stabbed.

Jump Scares: Very few

There are a couple of potential startle moments, but they are a bit tame by today’s standards. I didn’t notice any really aggressive jump scares to speak of.

Review:

Night of the Living Dead is a film that goes beyond the confines of its spooky premise to work as a powerful metaphor for its time. While its depiction of women is unfortunately quite bland, the way it deals with race is incredibly interesting. It’s a movie that delights in creating tension more so than going for aggressive scares. While certainly tame compared to modern zombie films, it remains a really fun movie that establishes the heart of a Romero-style zombie movie: a group of survivors who are forced to question whether the real terror is being alone outside with the zombies or inside together with the other survivors.

Thoughts:

Ah, Night of the Living Dead, one of those cinematic classics that everyone has at least heard of even if they’ve never seen.

Is it just me or is anyone else always wary of “classics?” So many of them turn out to be quite boring, or dated, or—worst of all—problematic. And sure, they might have made a big impact on the field, but that doesn’t mean they’re inherently great art, especially decades down the line.

And yet sometimes you’ll watch a so-called Classic and you totally get it.

Oh! Yes, this is why everyone keeps talking about this one.

One of my favorite things about the Horror genre is that so much of it is built up from a foundation of independent works and passion projects. And so much about what makes this movie a classic is because it was made by a bunch of film nerds who just wanted to make a movie. The only limitation placed on them was the scope of their imagination and the confines of their budget.

And that is exactly what allowed it to work outside the usual studio box and synthesize something new.

Here is a movie that has lots of gore (unusual for the time), was shot in black and white (also quite unusual for the time), and it cast a handsome black man as the main character and definitive hero of the movie (very unusual for the time).

Now keep in mind that movie was made in late 1960s America! A time where institutionalized racism was clashing against the force of a powerfully determined and ever-growing civil rights movement. To see a black man being portrayed as the hero—let alone one who heroically fights against white bodies—was almost unheard of in the cinematic pop-culture of the time.

Romero has said that his script hadn’t called for a black man to be cast in the role of Ben, but Duane Jones was chosen for the role simply because his audition had been the best. And while it’s easy to believe that Duane Jones aced that audition (because he’s friggin’ phenomenal in this movie), it’s hard to imagine that they would have even considered casting a white dude in the role. If they had gone that route it would have fundamentally changed the nature of the story (which is just a nice way of saying that it would have ruined everything).

But luckily for us the creators were open-minded enough to cast the role without race in mind. And because of that Night of the Living Dead was able to (inadvertently) tap into the energy of its time. It’s charged with this backlash against American racism. Ben is literally surrounded by white people that want him dead. They either want to ignore his humanity and simply consume him, like the hordes of ghouls do, or they want him dead for threatening the status quo (like Mr. Cooper does inside the house). And in spite of everything he still sticks his neck out to protect the people around him.

In spite of how well it’s held up over the years, for a modern audience one part hasn’t aged especially well: its depictions of women. Now don’t get me wrong, it never goes for the overt sexism that many horror movies manage to. And yet its female characters still manage to be the most bland characters in the film.

The lack of depth is on full display in their depiction of the film leading lady: Barbra. She starts out well enough, but for the vast, vast majority of the movie she is reduced to a hollow character. She is near catatonic most of the time and even when she’s lucid she tends to just ramble on, only partially aware of reality.

If that wasn’t bad enough there are only 3 other women in the movie and their characters almost never step outside the frameworks of The Wife, The Girlfriend, and The Daughter. All the female characters seem to exist only to add depth to the male characters who are the actual movers and shakers of the movie.

(Although in her defense I will say that Mrs. Cooper’s occasional scathing remark to her idiot husband are highly enjoyable.)

The first time I saw this film was in high school and I had heard it hyped up so much that I ended up thinking it was all a bit silly when I first saw it. While I’m sure it was more shocking to see during its time, by today’s standards it is a rather quiet movie. But when I ended up giving it another try, I found that the quietness is one of my favorite things about it.

One of the little details I love is how they use cricket sounds throughout the movie. In spite of all the horror and death we witness, nature continues unabated. It’s as if to say the world doesn’t care about these people’s situation. That little sound that evokes quiet peaceful summer nights is twisted here and it adds this brilliant extra layer of creepiness.

One of the things I’ve always loved about Romero’s zombie movies is that they are always focused on the survivors, not the zombies. The ghouls are slow and stumbling, their only real threat is if they catch you unaware or you let them overpower you with their numbers. The real source of danger is always shown to be the people you’re locked up with.

After all, in these modern times what is more frightening: the masses pounding on your gates or the people you find yourself locked in with?

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Content warnings: I didn’t notice anything particularly triggering in this one, but let me know if I missed something!

After-credits Scene?: None.

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Directed by: George A. Romero

Written by: John Russo & George Romero

Country of Origin: USA

Language: English

Setting: Butler County, Pennsylvania, USA

Sequel: Dawn of the Dead (1978)

If you liked this you might also like: Dawn of the Dead (1978), Day of the Dead (1985), The Last Man on Earth (1964), Shaun of the Dead (2004)

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Context Corner:

Night of the Living Dead may be the great grand-daddy of the modern zombie movie, but many might not know that plenty of zombie movies existed long before it was ever made. The first zombie movie being the 1932 film White Zombie starring Bela Lugosi as an evil witch doctor named Murder Legendre [100% serious. That really was his name].

However, these original zombie movies were very different things from what we consider zombies today. These pre-NotLD films were generally based around second-hand ideas of zombies as seen in Haitian folklore (and misattributed to the religion of voodoo). They featured dead bodies that were reanimated as mindless tools of their master or living people put into a zombie-like trance, not autonomous creatures on the hunt for living flesh.

The closest precursor to Romero’s vision of zombies was seen in the fantastic film The Last Man on Earth, a 1964 picture starring Vincent Price and based on the novel I Am Legend by Richard Matheson. There a plague sweeps across the country and the infected dead return to life as a type of vampire-esque zombies.

Fun Fact: In spite of its influence on the zombie genre the word “zombie” is never used in Night of the Living Dead. The undead are referred to only as “ghouls.”

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“So long as this situation remains, government spokesmen warn that dead bodies will continue to be transformed into the flesh-eating ghouls. All persons who die during this crisis, from whatever cause, will come back to life to seek human victims.”

#Night of the Living Dead #George Romero #John Russo #1968 #1960s #Zombie Movies

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Pretender To The Throne (Chapter 1: My Fairy King (1967-1976))

Rolling Stone: “In the early 1970s, when [girlfriend Mary] Austin suggested they have a child together, Mercury allegedly responded, ‘I’d rather have a cat.’”

Some of Sky’s earliest memories were of Queen songs.

Most were off-key (read: horrible) renditions sung by his mother, but the words were still the same.

“In the land where horses born with eagle wings And honey bees have lost their stings There’s singing forever, ooh yeah… Lion’s den with fallow deer And rivers made from wine so clear Flow on and on forever…

Dragons fly like sparrows thru’ the air And baby lambs where Samson dares To go on on on on on on…”

My Fairy King was his favorite, right from the moment it came out on shiny vinyl record, when he was just six years old. He had his own copy too, played it so hard and so often that it was scratched and worn to high heaven.

But it wasn’t the same without his mother to hold him close and sing terribly in the wrong key, flubbing up the transitions and cues. She always tried, he had to give her credit. It was her favorite too.

She liked all of the songs about Rhye.

“It reminds of your Daddy, Rhys.” She would whisper to him, as they huddled together on an old futon, in their gross one-room apartment, the black mold on the ceiling grew in funny ways reminiscent of the animal crackers she would often pack away in his lunch-kit. “He was My Fairy King.” She would look away, almost wistful for a moment, before covering his tiny body in kisses that made him squeal indignantly, desperately trying to bat her hands away.

“And you're My Fairy Prince!” She would say. “So I’m going to eat you all up! Sugar and spice and everything nice!"

Making monster noises as she tickled the everliving daylights out of him. He would laugh until he was crying and breathless, watery eyes staring up at her with cheeks flushed pink.

"No, Mama!” He would protest in mock-offense. “I’m a boy! Those are for girls!”

“Ah!” She would pause as if it were some great revelation. “Snips, snails and puppy-dog tails! …Oh no, that doesn’t sound anything like my little Prince Rhye at all!"

She named him Rhye after the make-believe world that his father had created in his youth.

According to her, he used to tell stories about it to anyone who would listen and sketch out the most beautiful scenes in the margins of his notebooks. They grew closer during his last days at Isleworth Polytechnic, right before he transferred to Ealing Art College in London. He was so gifted, so smart. They only shared a few classes together in a handful of months, but it was enough to leave her smitten. He was charismatic, beautiful and almost as otherworldly as the dreams he’d had for himself.

He’d had the most lovely smile, those protruding teeth that she’d always found so adorable, but that he’d always expressly hated.

She loved how Sky had inherited that same smile.

When his adult teeth came in and the sight alone made him cry, she told him he looked positively exquisite in their distinctness. (Sky thought he looked like even more of a sideshow freak).

Of all the things in life, that were either foisted upon him or lovingly given, he actually picked the nickname Sky.

Coined it as a toddler when Rhye was too hard to say, it was a made up name anyway. Only his mother (and then Cole in later years)was allowed to call him that, or any little pet-names derived from it. Rhys. Rhy-Guy. Prince Rhye…

Rhye Halley Bulsara. Named after a pretend land, a comet and a man who didn’t even know he existed.

But that was okay.

It was okay, because he always had his mother. She was his everything. She loved him for his weird eyes (that his classmates always made fun of without fail. Until they realized he knew all his math facts and could easily prove them stupid. Or you know, use his teeny tiny fists to cave their faces in) and the bulky teeth too big for his mouth. She loved him for his sparkly tutus over his stripey tights and brightly colored wellies, (that always found their way into the biggest puddles as they walked down the crowded streets of New York City). She loved him for the little songs he would make-up as he marched all his stuffed bears across the floor and the way he scrunched up his speckled nose when he laughed.

She loved him because he was her son in every ounce, not just his father’s prodigal.

She was also the strongest woman he ever knew.

A single mother at nineteen, working two dead-end jobs just to keep them afloat, no insurance to speak of, no money for anything better, and no family to help her.

Then she woke up one morning to find her nine-month-old baby turned ashen gray, and with a fever that boiled beneath his skin like a blazing hellfire. He went from being able to crawl fervently and tug himself into standing positions on furniture, with a gummy smile, to not being able to raise his own head.

Polio.

The Crippler of Children.

Within mere hours he couldn’t breathe on his own, eyes blown wide and lips a swollen sickening gray-blue, gums a bloodless white. Already wearing the guise of a corpse.

The doctors told his mother that he wouldn’t last the night. They even asked if a baptism and last rites were something she wanted.

Nineteen years old and she realized that there was no word for a parent who loses a child. A widower loses a wife, a widow loses a husband, an orphan loses their parents, but no one was ever meant to outlive their child.

She could’ve collapsed to pieces right then and there.

She could’ve just given up on him, like all the doctors and medical personnel who already had, and simply let him go. To join the ranks of the ghost children who’d died of the same crippling disease within the same beige walls of the fever hospital. Instead, Roberta Rhodes, affectionately called Birdy by all who knew her, demanded the best care for her child.

She held him tight as they shoved a needle through the narrow slats of his spine to collect infected fluid. She sang every song she knew until her throat was raw as they bundled him up in an child-sized iron-lung to breathe for him. It was the late 60s, the heyday of polio was over, but for those few still unvaccinated, it never ended.

Sky, the tiny boy that they told her wouldn’t last the night, lived till morning.

And then he did it again and again and again.

The full-body paralysis set in after ten days of being at death’s door and the coming back was rough. It was months before he regained the use of his lungs independently. Longer still until his arms were back under his control.

He celebrated his first birthday in the hospital, looking eagerly at the fireworks that lit up the night sky, just outside his window. The next three birthdays were very much the same. Only for his third birthday: he got crutches, a hard plastic back-brace, and leg braces from his toes to his hips. Braces that had to be changed as he grew, lest they rip open his skin while he hobbled along.

He drew pictures and finger-painted across his chest plates, a million smiling sunflowers and bright hand prints adorned each and every one. The beginnings of his love for art.

By four, all he needed were the leg braces and the crutches. By six it was just the leg braces and within a few months, not even those anymore. The countless painful surgeries to release the tight bits and replace the dead tissue in his legs worked wonders. Of course they also left scars that puckered and resembled the limbs of a stitched up voodoo doll, but they worked.

He could run and jump and play, just like the rest of the children on the block.

He could bounce around in puddles with his brightly colored wellies and be a prince with a toy crown and a scepter made of cardboard and pipe-cleaners. A style he would never really grow out of… something only furthered by the fact he always got at least one toy crown or tiara for his birthday each year.

”My fairy king can see things… He rules the air and turns the tides That are not there for you and me Ooh yeah, he guides the winds… My fairy king can do right and nothing wrong…“

His eyes changed after the polio.

They had always been heterochromic, two different colors. The right, a sharp cerulean reminiscent of his namesake, the left, a rich chocolate brown like melted down Hershey’s bars. Hard and soft, all at once.

His mother had always found his eyes charming, a little piece of her and a little piece of his father. But after the polio, they changed. His pupils, the round little black discs in the center of his irises, exploded. They went from uniformly tiny circles to starbursts, with ragged edges stretched across both irises. The doctor who examined his eyes said that he’d never seen anything like it before, but that it was likely a birth defect. She just hadn’t noticed it beforehand.

That was a lie, as she had spent countless days and nights after his birth just staring at him. Trying to catalogue each and every feature. Nose? Hers. Skin tone? Hers. Cheek bones? Freddie’s. Hair? A mix of them both, her unruly curls with Freddie’s coloring. Eyelashes? Freddie’s.

Those beloved eyes had never had starbursts within them before.

But it was more than just his appearance.

It was what he could see with those eyes and do with the things he saw, that made all the difference…

The nurse had thick curly black hair like his own, big blue-gray eyes and wore a different outfit than the rest of them on the ward, hers looked older somehow, as if she’d come straight out of a sepia photograph. Wearing a strange bent flyaway cap on her head, one that did little to cover up much of anything at all. She would hum to herself quietly as she straightened up the blankets on his bed. But if he stared too long, the edges of her habit would darken and curl upwards, sparks flying and dying in front of his eyes.

He saw her a few times, but they never spoke.

Her lungs had been scorched into veritable ash by the fire that had sent the fever hospital into ruin during the early 1920s, they’d had to rebuild it from the ground up. So she wouldn’t have been able to speak to him anyway.

It was the first time he saw The Dead walk.

But it wasn’t the last.

His mother would hold him by the hand and tug him along when they walked through the city.

She had to, lest he stop to talk to those nice boys on the corner who’d died in the Revolutionary War, or the young Italian immigrant girl hovering around the flower shop, who’d lost her life in the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory Fire, not even that little girl huddled in the gutter with her sallow skin and soiled a white dress, who’d succumbed to a turn-of-the-century Yellow Fever epidemic.

His mother never saw the spirits, but the fact that he did was enough for her to believe in them.

Birdy Rhodes, being the exhausted young woman she was, with fine yet incorrigible blonde curls that would slip from her bun after a long waitressing shift and a childhood touch of magic that never quite left her; would never make her son feel like he was a freak for any of the things he could do or any of the things he couldn’t.

She just loved him with everything she had and did her best to be everything he needed her to be. Hell, she would’ve given him the whole world if it had been hers to give. As it stood, the best she could offer was a grand old name and all the blossoming love in her heart.

Sky may not have had the greatest clothes or technology or living arrangements or even a father, but he had love. Even in those early years, he’d had love.

From his mother, the center of his whole universe.

From the young couple who ran a small records store on 7th Avenue.

They always saved copies of the latest Queen records for the small family and either sold them the vinyl at a dirt-cheap price or gave them to him and his mother for free.

Surely they saw the same very distinctive teeth on him as they did on the frontman of the British band, the same cheekbones, the same dark hair, the same fledgling face shape. They knew. They had to have known. But they never said anything about it. Never called the newspapers or prodded with uncomfortable questions. They just loved. And gave some of that burgeoning love to him and his mother.

From the spirits who sought him out for comfort.

Apparently being earthbound was a fate worse than death. It was tantamount to living in a world full of muted grays and emptiness, except for people like him. Lighthouses, one spirit told him, a boy with the glassy eyes and hoarse voice of a diphtheria death, you’re like a shining lighthouse in a storm. You come in color, all warm oranges and yellows turned gold.

So a flashlight, he surmised.

From his Cole.

Coltrane Brennan was an Irish kid turned American expat, named after the great American saxophone player and the only reason Sky learned about his real Gift at all. The seeing dead people thing was only part of it. The easier part.

As it turned out, he could give out just as much love as he got, just in a different way. Cole taught him that.

Cole was the first.

It all started: with a bully stealing Sky’s ratty sketchbook as he sat quietly on the swings, scribbling away.

It ended: with Cole holding said sketchbook aloft, blood streaming from his nose and mouth, as well as a nasty cut on his forehead near his hairline, yet with a smile alight in sweet victory.

The bully lay crumpled in the dirt.

It also ended with Cole joining him, as Sky snatched back his sketchbook and planted one leg-braced orthotic shoe on the chubby blonde’s chest. A tiny six-year-old black-haired devil child who grit his ever-prominent buck teeth and hissed with pure venom: "Don’t you ever fight my battles for me again, Coltrane Brennan. Or I’ll knock your teeth in."

"You’d know all about teeth wouldn’t you?” Cole had wheezed, all two years older and indignant, a flush high in his cheeks.

Then he uttered those few accursed words: “Are you sure you aren't an elephant? You’ve got tusks just like one!…And those weirdo eyes to match!"

By the time a flustered teacher came to drag them both to the principal’s office, Cole was bleeding even more profusely than before and Sky was smiling smugly, two fistfuls of blonde hair in his grasp and one of Cole’s front-teeth embedded in his denim jeans.

They sat outside the office in silence, with only a small hard-backed chair between them. The only interruptions to the stillness were the squeak of Sky’s braces when he swung his legs off the ground or Cole’s pathetic sniffling as he tried to staunch the flow of blood from his face. Sky was scowling, still resolute in his righteous fury and absolution. Until he realized Cole wasn’t just sniffling from the blood…

He was crying.

Instantaneous guilt burnt in Sky’s chest like he’d swallowed a lit match, and poof, all the anger and indignation was gone. A rarity for him.

"Are you crying…?” He asked, softly.

But the moment Cole realized he’d been found out, he instantly straightened up in the stiff uncomfortable seat and turned away, as if pretending it was nothing at all. He snorted and scrubbed at his face with the one hand that wasn’t full of crumpled up bloody tissues. His voice shook when he spoke, wavering and hoarse. Damning evidence of the tears that boys like them just couldn’t admit.

“I'm not crying! Only babies cry! Little crippled babies just like you!"

Sky recoiled, his scowl deepening as the red-eyed older boy carried on running his mouth. "I told them not to steal your drawing stuff, cause there’s just no point really. You're soppy and sad enough as it is, without them messing with you…” Cole only managed to button his lips when there was a familiar fist pressing just under his swollen nose, against his chapped lips.

“I swear to God I’ll knock another one out if you don’t quit it! I’m not a crip and I’m not a baby, and don’t you ever forget it.” Sky spat, his funky eyes turned caustic.

It only abated as he forced himself to apologize. Temper having run away from him once again. It was his most adamant personality trait.

“But I am sorry about earlier... Thanks for getting my sketchbook back, I guess.” He bit his bottom lip and couldn’t look the older boy in the eyes.

“…Do you wanna see what I was drawing?“

Cole paused, then nodded. Curiosity alight in his green eyes.

Sky reached for where the teacher had roughly deposited both their backpacks, probably assuming they would be either sent home or in the office for a while, his ratty sketchbook was sitting on top. Hastily flung across both sacks as if the woman had no idea who it had belonged to. He dug through the heavily lined and crinkled pages to find his most recent creation.

”Oh.“ Cole leaned over to see properly. "That’s… really good actually."

Sky quirked an eyebrow. "Were you expecting something bad?”

“No! I just…” He peered even closer, almost close enough to brush his fingers across, but he didn’t dare. “It’s like a grown-up did it. Did you copy it from someplace?"

The younger boy shook his head. Looking down at the scene he’d drawn, a fairy Queen of spring with lush curls and a smile as she sat upon a mushroom cap, her gossamer wings folded beneath her and a tiara made of tree branches and new leaves twisted in her hair. She was looking up at her King, he was dressed in wintertime clothes, snowflakes adorned his cape and the winds brought life to his frosted wings. He was cold and still, with long dark hair and piercing dark eyes. She looked like the growth of new life, he looked like the one who took it all away. But still, they reached for each other.

"It’s the king and queen of Rhye."

He whispered, knowing very well that Rhye fell to ruin.

Good things didn’t stay.

He felt something warm fall on his hand and noticed a few ruddy droplets of blood. Cole was bleeding still, the older boy quickly turned away, sniffling back into the tissues as if that were somehow going to do the trick. ”Sorry…“ He mumbled, shame and embarrassment coloring in the contours of his voice.

"How bad is it? Let me see."

Sky commanded, sounding petulant as he reached out his hands. He gently caught Cole’s chin in one, then jumped back on recoil, like he’d just been electrocuted.

The moment he’d touched Cole’s sticky skin, desperate to see how bad it was so that he could make him feel better, his hand had felt like he’d stuck it into an open lit flame. It burned like holding the sun. He even flipped over his hand to gawk at his palm, certain that there had to be some kind of acid burn there or something.

There was nothing.

"What the bleeding heck was that?!” Cole squealed, pulling the tissues back from his face. His nose and mouth had aptly stopped bleeding. Even the cut on his forehead had stopped. As if the faucet of the gaping maw had run dry.

“You burned me!"

Cole looked incredulous at the accusation. "No I didn’t! You burned me!"

"Nuh uh!"

"Yeah huh!"

Then Cole’s expression changed, it turned surprised instead of upset, as his tongue poked at the inside of his cheek. "It's gone...” He whispered, wondrously. Looking at Sky with new eyes.

“What’s gone?"

"When you punched me, I bit a whole chunk out of my cheek! It’s why my mouth was bleeding so bad!” He took hold of the right side of his mouth and tried valiantly to flip it inside-out so that Sky could see. The younger boy couldn’t see anything except for spit and pink healthy skin.

“I don't see anything…"

"That’s the point! It’s gone…” He flipped it back over with eyes wide. “Gone.” He stressed again, as if Sky had missed it the first time. “Can mouths heal that fast?” Sky just shrugged, rubbing at his palm where the burn would’ve been, it tingled and itched, fingers twitching to do something else. Though he wasn’t quite sure what.

“How should I know?” He grumbled. “I’m not a doctor, I'm six."

He swung his creaky braced legs back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, trying to drown out the world. Cole stopped him with a hand on top of his own. Green eyes met his own strange ones. "Touch me again.” Sky furrowed his brows tight.

“What?"

”Touch me again!“ Cole demanded, jutting out his bottom lip. Sky rolled his eyes and did as requested, pressing his hand against Cole’s chin again. There was nothing. No burn, no toasting warmth or electric shock. Nothing at all. Cole frowned, disappointed as he reached up to touch the gaping slit on his forehead, still as garish as before. What he needed were some stitches, or some wound glue or something. "No!" He whined. "Do it like before!”

“I did." No, he didn’t.

He covered his stupid horse teeth with his hand and closed his eyes. I want Cole to feel better. I’m sorry for hurting him. It was a mistake. I’m sorry. I want to make him feel better. I’m sorry! He slammed his other hand against Cole’s chest. So hard that the older boy gave off a slight oomph. Fire burned between them. Like lightning against a black sky, everything was illuminated for just an instant. He saw spiderwebs of light scorch themselves across the backs of his eyelids, his mouth was full of ash. His nose was full of the stench of burning rubber.

When he finally let go and released his mouthful of air, he half expected smoldering embers to come out instead.

He blinked back into reality to find Cole staring at him slack-jawed, tissues turned limp in his hand. There was dried blood on his face, sure. But no burns. No swollen nose, no bruises, no black-eye and no cut on his forehead. It was almost like they had never been there at all.

”Whoa.“ They whispered at the same time, two pairs of eyes stretched wide as saucers.

He described the whole thing to his mother that night. She sipped her gross watery diner coffee and just listened. He ate pancakes covered in sprinkles and whipped cream. Wearing his plastic toy crown and sunset orange tights under his oversized yellow bumblebee sweater and clunky braces.

When he couldn’t talk anymore, she leaned over and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

"Mama, am I a freak?"

"No, baby."

"Then why can do the things I can do?"

She paused.

"Did you know that there’s a type of plankton, little tiny bits of fish, algae and debris in the ocean, that can glow in the dark? It's bioluminescent. They’re found in the Maldives, on this tiny little island. They call it The Sea of Stars.”

She had the same far-off look in her eyes that she did when she talked about his father. “Daddy seahorses give birth instead of mommies. Baby turtles are born knowing exactly what they have to do and where they have to go. Then they go back to the same spot to start the cycle all over again.

…Sometimes fall leaves change color to orange, sometimes yellow, sometimes red and sometimes not at all.

Your father and I, managed to make a perfect little boy and now he’s sitting right in front of me."

Her hands cupped his chin and there was no scent of sulfur or burning.

"All those things are miracles." She pressed another kiss to his cheek. "There will always be magic in the world, my little Prince. So enjoy it when and where you find it."

Cole was his best-friend from that day onward.

In every one of his scenes drawn in smudgy pencil or old pastels, there was a new face. A young blonde knight, a yellow dragon, and a sword held aloft beside his own.

Three years passed quickly, even faster than those he’d spent in the sanitarium/fever hospital.

Three years of pictures with the camera Cole got for his ninth birthday.

They used up so many rolls of film that it was hilarious. They never had their pictures on time. It would be months upon months before they got around to getting a recent roll developed and by then it wasn’t so recent anymore.

Cole’s mother would give him free piano lessons every Thursday and Friday, desperate for anyone who was even remotely gifted at it. As Cole, despite his namesake’s musical prowess, was as tone-deaf as they came.

Cole’s father loved listening to the music they made together, and even insisted on imparting some special knowledge on the boys himself.

He taught them how to dance.

But not just any kind of dancing, traditional Irish dances that made him feel like his feet were flying.

Suddenly the little boy, who’d spent his childhood in heavy cumbersome leg-braces, could keep up and do even better than someone without his painful history or messed-up scarred legs. He suddenly found beauty in a part of himself that he’d always hated, and it was because of Mr. Brennan.

He promised to take them both to a Ceili in Ireland when they were older. Where they could dance with more than just him or each other.

Luckily, because of Brooklyn’s burgeoning Irish community, they were in a few tiny competitions for step-dance, usually performing together and placing high. It was a running Brennan family joke that Sky was actually more Irish than the lot of them. With his skill in the dances, his ability to pick them up so quickly, that mop-top of jet black curls and porcelain skin envied by most of the dancing girls, he looked more like a boy come fresh from the Cliffs of Moher than a mix of Scandinavian and Persian. Not to mention how quickly he picked up a working knowledge of Irish Gaelic.

But when they weren’t in lessons or at school, they were laying sprawled on their bellies in the library, flipping through old musty books and sometimes reading aloud to one another.

Sky’s favorites were The Scarlet Pimpernel, Little Women, The Grimm Brothers’ Fairytales, Alice in Wonderland and Hans Christian Andersen’s Fairytales and Stories.

Cole’s were Dracula, The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, Edgar Allen Poe’s Complete Works, Carrie and 'Salem’s Lot.

He was pretty sure half of Cole’s horror obsession was rooted in trying to understand Sky and his assorted oddities. Or his Gifts as his mother and Cole liked to call them.

One afternoon, as they were flopped on the floor next to each other, legs kicked up and resting on the shelves. Fingers intertwined where nobody else could see, behind the stacks where they were by themselves. Cole regaled him with yet another half-baked theory.

"What if you’re a witch!"

Sky couldn’t help but laugh out-loud, but because it was a library, he tried to be quiet by just snorting into his free palm.

"No, really!" Cole squawked indignantly, waving his free hand around emphatically. "What if that’s why you can heal and see dead people! Sky, you’re downright spooky! You gotta be!” He looked over eagerly, probably hoping to see a revelation dawning in his best-friend’s eyes, instead what he saw was the younger boy practically dying of his own withheld laughter.

“Rhys…” He whined, plaintively, but the boy in question could only grin impishly.

“Sorry, Cole…” He hiccuped through his muffled laughter. “That sounds groovy and everything, but this isn’t an episode of Bewitched!”

He snickered again and Cole stuck out his tongue to blow him a raspberry.

Sky wasn’t exactly sure when his feelings for Cole became more than just best-friend feelings.

He knew that Cole was a boy and that a lot of people didn’t like it when boys had feelings for other boys. But what he felt for his best-friend didn’t feel like a bad thing. It was good. It felt warm and happy and safe.

They didn’t hold hands until they were by themselves. But he was pretty sure his mother knew, she just didn’t mind it. She would look at them fondly as they played buck-buck and stickball with the neighborhood kids and spent all night talking together afterwards, flopping onto and cramming into their one mattress, like sardines in a can.

She was just happy he was loved.

Cole’s parents likely suspected something as well. But Mrs. Brennan still gave Sky free piano lessons with a genuine silky smile on her face and Mr. Brennan would still eagerly teach them both how to play soccer, as well as dance.

Then they would have weekend tournaments. Mr. Brennan would race over and sweep both of them up into his hairy arms when he wanted to score without little feet getting in the way. Sky so often shrieked with joy and childhood abandon in those days, as he was held over the stocky Irishman’s shoulder for so long that his blood whooshed loudly in his ears.

He was loved.

It didn’t matter by who, or what, it just mattered that it happened. He was loved.

Then predictably… everything all went to shit.

Rhye fell, and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it.

“Ah, then came man to savage in the night To run like thieves and to kill like knives To take away the power from the magic hand To bring about the ruin to the promised land, aah, aah…”

Sudden. Cardiac. Death.

Those were the three words a kind-eyed grandfatherly doctor told him at the hospital. His birthday was in just two days. He was turning nine on January 1st and wanted to see the smoggy sky full of lights once again, to see the ball drop in Time Square. But what did it matter…

Now that his whole world was dead and gone?

He’d been playing with Cole out in the snow that day, New York City was beautiful in the wintertime.

While he was making snow-angels, his mother had collapsed to the thinly carpeted floor of their studio apartment. As his little hands packed together fluffy snowballs with the same kind of pressure she likely felt in her chest, her heart beat erratically. He and Cole caught snow flurries on their tongues and compared the shapes caught in their soft mittened hands, while his mother’s heart stopped. He remembered blinking up at the overcast snowy sky above and grinning a toothy smile. While his mother’s organs stopped getting oxygen and the tissues died.

By the time ash filled his mouth and hellfire blazed beneath his skin, it was too late.

He was up and running towards the apartment without even a word to Cole, who chased after him, calling his name with concern alight in those Emerald Isle eyes. Shadows were flickering in the corners of Sky’s vision, and the present ghosts were all staring at him solemnly, even the spirits he had considered his friends. Their sadness was strangling him and he could barely breathe. Their hands reached for him, sporting vast empty holes where eyes would’ve gone. For the first time, he was genuinely afraid.

Your mother, your mother, your mother, your mother…

Their whispers followed him like a burial shroud. No matter how fast he ran, he couldn’t escape them.

“Prince Rhye? Rhys? Jesus, what’s wrong?!“ Cole yelled, forgetting just how fast Sky was without the braces and crutches. The snow was far too heavy to run through. "What did you see?! Sky!” He screeched.

Sky raced up the steps of his apartment building, nearly slipping over the edge numerous times and giving Cole mini heart-attacks as he did so. He threw open his front door and then…

Everything went horribly, frighteningly, devastatingly… quiet.

“They turn the milk into sour Like the blue in the blood of my veins Why can’t you see it? Fire burning in hell with the cry of screaming pain! Son of heaven set me free and let me go…

Sea turn dry, no salt from sand, Seasons fly no helping hand, Teeth don’t shine like pearls for poor man’s eyes, aah…”

There were fireworks on his birthday. The ball dropped in Time Square.

Just like every year, no matter what happened in his life, there was always a party.

That just happened to be the morning his mother was buried.

The snow held no joy for him anymore. The sky was gray, the ground was white and his heart was somewhere beneath the frozen dirt. The only reason he got through the miserable funeral at all, was the feeling of Cole’s arms around him, Mrs. Brennan humming Für Elise under her breath, and Mr. Brennan scooping him up to carry him out of the graveyard like small child. He buried his face in the Irishman’s stubbly neck and Mr. Brennan just rubbed his back sadly, whispering the story of Tír na nÓg.

Sky had just assumed that he would be with them afterwards.

The Brennans were not rich by any means, they all lived in the poor Irish/Immigrant bit of Brooklyn, but they had more than enough to feed another mouth. They had a place in their hearts for another son. A place in their modest home. A place in their lives.

They’d already taken him in, both mentally and physically, during that first night in the hospital. When it was confirmed that Birdy Rhodes had left this world.

But it was not to be.

Social Services came a-knocking on the very night of his birthday. To inform them all of its lovely archaic practices, which dictated that it didn’t matter how much the Brennans wanted to take care of Sky. Or how much Cole didn’t want to lose his best-friend (and perhaps more).

It simply read that if there was a living parent, the care of the child had to go to their living parent. And if that parent was somehow unfit, then it would take a miracle for him to be placed with them again. A miracle that would take years to come to fruition.

What that meant was, on the day after his birthday and the burial of his mother, Sky would be torn from their lives like a misplaced postage stamp. All packaged up and put on a plane to another country, where he would then be dumped on the father he’d never met. Who didn’t even know he existed. They didn’t see any issues with that at all.

Sky, or Rhye as his social-worker insisted on calling him, who was oft a well-behaved child (Ha!) unless pressed the wrong way, screamed and wailed like a banshee as he was dragged away from the Brennans and everything he knew.

Tiny, puffy-eyed, wearing rumpled hand-me-down pajamas and his current favorite toy crown gifted to him by Cole the night before, paired with an acidic scowl.

He refused to change when prompted and buried his face in his single overfilled rucksack whenever given a command.

His caseworker tried to placate him the whole flight, giving him snacks and little crafts to do. Write down everything you want your father to know about you, sweetheart! Make him a little card! But to no avail. He’d never even left New York City, let alone been on a plane and he couldn’t even bring himself to enjoy the experience. It was horrifying. Not even drawing or the smell of a few Brennan shirts that he’d borrowed could make things any better. He was like a small boat drifting away from his moorings. Something untethered to the earth or to anything at all.

You could’ve healed her if you’d been there. His inner voice chastised him mercilessly. What’s the use of having a Gift like that if you can’t even save the ones you love? If you can’t even save yourself?

He spent the night at the American Embassy in London, sleeping on a few uncomfortable chairs pushed together to make some sort of semblance of a bed.

The officials were trying to get in contact with his father. Something made remarkably difficult by the fact that he was a celebrity and a deathly private celebrity at that. Who had body guards and people trained specifically to avoid the paparazzi and crazy fans at all costs.

He cried himself to sleep that night, jet-lagged and sick with grief. Wishing he was back in New York City, on his shitty shared mattress but still held tight in his mother’s gentle embrace. I love you, my little Prince Rhye. I love you so much.

Not even singing to himself helped. He just cried even harder.

It felt strange not to take solace in the few emotions he understood, like indignation and anger.

“Someone, someone has drained the colour from my wings… Broken my fairy circle ring And shamed the king in all his pride Changed the winds and wronged the tides…

Mother Mercury… Mercury… Look what they’ve done to me! I cannot run, I cannot hide…”

Nothing was right anymore, everything was broken into bits and no matter how hard he tried to put them back together again, it was to no avail.

It was incurably eviscerated.

His life and his heart.

All Sky could do was cry.

#fic #submission #au #freddie: parent #5-10k #series: pretender to the throne #author: brooklynbugleboy #relationship: platonic #theme: parenting #theme: death

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If MCR Songs Were People

This probably already exists but I spent two hours doing this instead of sleeping. Tell me which song you’re most like.

Welcome to the Black Parade: has a flair for the dramatic, doesn't know how to do a smoky eye, was in the marching band in high school, daddy issues. Sleep: has insomnia, PTSD, nightmares, is self deprecating, just wants to go the fuck to sleep Destroya: probably gay, moans like a bitch during sex, pretty fucking hardcore, shit immune system though, lives for anarchy House of Wolves: will burn in hell (or believes they will), is a bad mother fucker, has a sister who should be scared, pyromaniac, "Catholic" Vampire Money: all over the place, drinks a lot but parties like a beast, has a Bowie obsession, likes driving fast and loud music Na Na Na: really artistic, pansexual, likes to scream lyrics, rebel at heart, probably still wears bandanas, sunglasses and boots all day every day, fuck the government Cancer: is dying, will die, all of your friends will die, actually doesn't have any friends, really depressed, in pain, martyr S.I.N.G: activist, owns jeggins, would join an underground gang if they had the balls, likes neon things for some unknown reason Early Sunsets Over Monroeville: loves zombies, probably owns a Hawaiian shirt, really quiet and doesn't talk much, hangs out in shopping centres/malls but never buys anything Demolition Lovers: is probably part of an underground gang, has to go away for "work" a lot, has a shotgun in the trunk of their car, teal, unrequited love Helena: recent death in the family, super fucking dramatic, lots of makeup, always wears black (maybe some red), nail polish is always chipped, imagines/fantasises things that will never happen all the time Teenagers: super punk, goes to concerts all the time, will break shit just for fun, has authority issues, probably friends with a lot of delinquents, is a delinquent, doesn't read books, drinks a lot Famous Last Words: is constantly having an existential crisis, really committed when it comes to relationships, cowboy boots, goes outside at midnight for no reason I Don't Love You: always heartbroken, never cuts hair, plays guitar, goes on road trips when things get difficult, super emotional, cries a lot I'm Not Okay: is still in high school, I don't care if they're 39 they're still in high school, hates high school, does stupid shit all the time because fuck it, high school, is not okay, is friends with weird people, high school Mama: PTSD, self deprecating, mama's boy/girl/person, has a sick sense of humour, laughs manically for no reason, cutthroat You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison: probably gay, went to prison, had a fuck tonne of bitches (I'm kidding, they were actually the bitch to a fuck tonne of other people), can't adjust, has issues with family Headfirst for Halos: epic, is not okay, always trying to think positively but is screaming inside, thinks about doing stupid shit all the time (i.e. Putting a gun to their head) Vampires Will Never Hurt You: screams a lot, has a vampire fettish, hates Twilight with a passion, has never gone outside, wouldn't mind dying if I was a wooden stake to the heart, sucks dick The Ghost of You: fought in WWII, had a pretty girlfriend, wears round glasses with gold rims, is tall and lanky, has a brother, gets shot in the chest, screams, dies The Light Behind Your Eyes: is finding ways to deal with severe depression, cries a bit but quietly, reads a lot of books, all their friends are dead, trying to stay strong despite the fact they're dying inside, sings like an angel Give 'em Hell Kid: lives life fast, probably has killed someone, wears red and like khaki green, shouts a lot, belongs in a 2005 MTV short, lives life on the edge, fatalistic To The End: has read Dante's Inferno, is a mafioso, fatalistic, has probably organised the death of many people, likes to drink cyanide, sleeps a lot, owns diamond jewellery, likes cake The Jetset Life is Gonna Kill You: has no faith in life, likes western movies, will yell at you, has applied for a license to kill, likes to sleep with people (like nap I mean) Thank You For The Venom: likes snakes, has probably almost OD'd, hates the doctors, is stubborn, death obsessed, has probably stabbed someone, wears striped long sleeve t-shirts, hates running, hopes to be shot one day Hang 'Em High: is death obsessed, clinically insane, screams a lot, always makes a lot of aesthetic statements about things with black and white connotations, Catholic, fuck off It's Not a Fashion Statement It's a Fucking Death Wish: swears in front of their parents, wears their mum's clothes, is obsessed with killing enemies, is always predicting their death to be soon. Cemetery Drive: all too real, has a girlfriend, likes to hang out in cemeteries, girlfriend has issues and ended her life, now has issues because of it, drinks a lot, really fucking depressed I Never Told You What I Do For A Living: is 100% a serial killer, sociopath, also has OCD, scary as shit The End: is dying, but isn't too sad, wishes to attend their own funeral as a ghost, has no self confidence, can't be fucking bothered growing up, doesn't give a shit, is very chill, wears yellow accessories Dead!: Is dead, is having a party about being dead, wondering if all the assholes in their life are in hell, no one actually likes them, laughs at inappropriate moments, is a great dancer This Is How I Disappear: really fucking dramatic, will be upset and disappear if you break up with them, dramatic, is a part time satanist, will make a voodoo doll of you if you fuck with them, candles The Sharpest Lives: goes out late at night, never showers, drinks heavily, would probably go cannibal if it was legal, always in pain, lives life on the fucking edge, will burn large objects, has sinus issues Disenchanted: is constantly torn, never actually cries, writes books, likes to take chances, likes birds, got in trouble with the police for some stupid but really fun shit, friends need to get their shit together and learn a lesson Bulletproof Heart: Gravity doesn't mean to much to them, has self confidence but not enough to stop running away, runs away a lot, wears really funky colourful clothing, is very kind but misunderstood Planetary GO!: goes to a lot of cool night clubs, knows how to fucking party, is still very punk on the inside, sweats a lot (bc they dance a lot), jumps up and down for no fucking reason The Only Hope For Me Is You: is obsessed with being remembered, only has one friend, is kinda depressed and really needs someone to hold onto, but is also really questioning life and society, wants to run away to a more aesthetic place Party Poison: speaks fluent Japanese (cough I mean Weeaboo), watches a lot of anime, loves Kpop and Jpop fashion, will party but goes to the weirdest parties, dyes their hair, fuck the bullshit meaning of life they do what they want Save Yourself I'll Hold Them Back: is a badass, known for being a badass, stole your mum's car and took you on the best date ever, wears a lot of leather, ready for a fight, probably gets into a lot of fights anyway, probably once looked like Danny from Greece SCARECROW: is probably on LSD, smokes a lot of weed, is really chill, too fucking chill, wears psychedelic t-shirts, is actually a philosophical genius, reads a lot of poetry Summertime: they might go outside if it's summer, listens to music with headphones on full blast, goes on the train a lot, likes to walk around listening to music and pretends they're making the aesthetic parts of the music video they're listening to, soft kitty The Kids From Yesterday: is constantly nostalgic, loves Star Wars and Queen, always having flashbacks, wears yellow and read things, feels misunderstood, trying to figure out the meaning of life Honey, This Mirror Isn't Big Enough For The Two Of Us: likes Fall Out Boy when they had long song titles, has issues, a lot of issues, ugly screams a lot, doesn't care, wears dark denim jackets, hates this girl who fucked their brother Drowning Lessons: has a lot of anxiety, constantly worried, always running away from problems and situations, can't swim, always has regrets, has pink things Our Lady Of Sorrows: was in a gang once, loves to get into switchblade fights, is really scary and bloodthirsty, believes in pagan gods, but will protect you, blood blood blood. Skylines and Turnstiles: saw 9/11 happen, life was changed because of it, decided that they wanted to be in a band, made a band with brother and his fren, got some dreadlocked weed smoking fanboy to join, the drummer is an asshole x3, breaks up after 12 years, deems it to be a good idea, scared of butane This Is The Best Day Ever: this is the worst day ever, has no rhythm, is really confused with what is going in, went to hospital a lot and hated it, screams a bit, is a bit scared of needles, studded belts, suck dick Cubicles: will die alone (or at least they think), hates their job, the only thing that entertains them at work is people gossiping at the water cooler, is actually having a severe existential crisis Boy Division: is friends with people who would have a fucking rocking funeral, stalks school girls, looks dead but only dresses that way, likes to sing about California, paranoid all the time Tomorrow's Money: fell in love with a vampire, slightly aggressive, can surf, stopped screaming three years ago, wants to be a doctor, hates people who are thought of as heroes, ruined converses AMBULANCE: screams in an aesthetically pleasing way, thinks you know nothing, super weird, goes out after dark, likes to drive big cars, wouldn't mind driving, is super reliable even when they let you down Gun.: was probably conscripted into the military, actually hates violence and guns, wants to stay at home all the time, likes to call the shots, owns an old uniform that they'll never throw out The World Is Ugly: likes Blade Runner and fairy lights, thinks weird people are very beautiful, insanely observant of other people's behaviours, wears knee high socks and converses, hates the world because it's terrible Kiss The Ring: belongs in an alternate universe where it's still the medieval time but rock bands exist, is probably a contract killer, likes to overthrow the king every five years, has really fucked up logic about why it's okay to kill a lot of people, cutthroat Make Rooom!!!!: probably goes to discos, does not panic at them, actually has some self confidence but always gets into stupid situations and flails, wears the tightest pants in the world, wears earrings with crosses on them Surrender the Night: constantly lonely, likes to drive long distances to think, lost a loved one, has cool patches on their jacket, has been to hospital twice, likes to listen to you, always keeps secrets unless you fuck with them Burn Bright: likes going to the city just to look at all the lights, walks around and thinks that certain things would look nice on Tumblr, unstable, can be aggressive, very in tune with their surroundings, kind of a Buddhist Common People: your average person, always struggling financially, wears a lot of blue, always falls in love with shallow rich girls for no reason, really just wants to live however the fuck they want Every Snowflake Is Different: loves children's TV shows, goes to the snow every year, loves winter and hot chocolate, will cry if you take their toys away, will be a good parent, too busy having fun to give a fuck Desolation Row: got beat up at school, is now in a cutthroat gang, spits a lot, wears a lot of eyeliner, likes Grease but is also super punk rock, hates wearing underwear, likes to break shit all the time Desert Song: is recovering from a drug addiction, is still in a really dark place, trying to stay strong, is questioning the meaning of life, probably had teal roots at some stage Black Dragon Fighting Society: drinks juice when they're killing because it's fucking delicious, really likes dragons, reads too much, hates society, would run away but that would mean no books and no juice so no fucking way, likes hot pink and black Zero Percent: hates everyone, would kill everyone, really hates people, does whatever the fuck they want, will kill everybody, will put zero effort into school or work, does their own thing. Mastas of Ravenkroft: worried about growing old, has no self confidence, will only have sex if the lights are turned off, feels very old at a very young age because of shitty bones, also has no fucking chill F.T.W.W.W.: fuck society, is super digital, but also really retro, always tells people to kiss their ass, lives in a futuristic society, likes robots, has a licking fettish, likes to destroy shit, will probably spit randomly We Don't Need Another Song About California: Summertime's long lost twin, really doesn't give a shit about California, but likes the sun, probably lives in Florida, hates magazines, probably has a fake name, thinks that nothing matters All The Angels: is dying, has minutes left, girlfriend has issues because she's a little risky, everything has gone wrong, everyone is upset, probably died three years ago, never went to heaven, likes pretty flowers and dead things Romance: a complete and utter 1800s Romantic, has probably ready Frankenstein, wants to go on epic journeys, never showers, likes spices, old fashioned, would probably get into the steampunk fashion thing Blood: is forever in the 1920s, was a war hero but hates themself, laughs manically sometimes, has a thing for blood but hates vampires, 90% human wreckage, 23% awful fuck, 8% bad at math, 14% clueless

#mcr #mcrmy #people as mcr songs #tag yourself #relatable #bullets #revenge #black parade #danger days #killjoys #conventional weapons #gerard way #frank iero #mikey way #ray toro #bob bryar #matt pelissier #my chemical romance #i worked hard on this

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AF AMER 112A #2

The subject of Black horror in cinema has become evermore interesting to me. After reading through some of the book “The Good House” by Tananarive Due, I feel that I have gained a deeper insight into various aspects of Black life and experience. For example, mainstream media portrayal of Voodoo oftentimes paints the religion and spiritual practice as “black magic” and shrouds it in negative connotations. This book in many ways disrupts these mainstream misrepresentations. In our discussion, we talked about many themes in the book and comparisons and juxtapositions to Jordan Peele’s work in films like “Get Out” and “Us.” One such theme that came up was the theme of isolation and racism. In “The Good House,” the setting paints a Black family in a white-dominated area of Sacajawea, Washington. It was interesting to think about how white characters in this book interacted with the Black characters. For example, white individuals in the town treated Gramma Marie not just as a nurse, which she was, but as a “witch doctor.” The professionalism often associated and given to nurses and medical personnel who are white during the time this book is placed in is almost absent. In this case, there is an “other” aspect to consider in the Black experience. An example of what I mean by this “other” term is when Gramma Marie is looked at as a witch doctor. In this respect she is like an -“other” kind of healer. It is microaggressions and the physical geography that isolates the house within a white community and reveal this theme in the book.

In Jordan Peele’s “Get Out” we see themes of isolation throughout the film. One such example is the setting in which Chris finds himself at the party that his girlfriend’s parents throw. Chris is isolated as the only Black man at this party. In the film “Us,” the Tethered are isolated from the above world. Thinking about these two films is interesting because they share many themes and ideas. For example, there rests themes of subjugation, racism, and oppression within both films. In “Get Out,” Peele reimagines modern slavery at multiple levels. The scene of Dean Armitage holding a silent auction over autonomy of Chris’s body is parallel to the atrocities of earlier insutional slavery in which Black individuals were literally auctioned off to be worked and mistreated for the rest of their lives. This film also conveys and forces the audience to confront history by mirroring tactics used by white men and women to subjugate and manipulate Black individuals to be exploited. Peele accomplishes this by showing methods of manipulation like Rose seducing Chris, and the kidnapping of Andre. In “Us,” the theme of subjugation and oppression is apparent in how the Tethered are forced to stay Underground. The Tethered are a failed experiment of the United States government to clone people. It is interesting to frame the film within the social and historical contexts that are alluded to throughout the film. Such examples include the Hands Across America Campaign and Native American genocide. Overall, I find the analyses we discussed about these films in class very thought-provoking and informational.

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My Daemons

Okay, so I’ve decided to start making a list of my daemons since they’re begging for one. These are in no particular order and if you have any questions for any of them or me we’d love to answer. Please don’t be shy!

Okay quick disclaimer: Until I was 17-18 I didn’t realize I had daemons. I had thought they were just imaginary characters I created to ward off my loneliness. I feel utterly terrible for putting my daemons through that and is most certainly not the right way to treat them.

Ash: Oh boy, Ash is one of my strongest and oldest daemons. He acts as my protector and sometimes acts as a familiar.

Diggory: I think Diggory is Ash’s boyfriend but they’re relationship is really rocky. I created him as a way to help Ash learn to be more civil and to have someone to play with when I was busy. (This was a time when I didn’t have very many daemons)

Ashley: She is the twin sister of Ash. She's older then Ash but appears younger and looks a lot like me. She’s gone through some really rough times throughout the years and has sort of ended up mostly mute. I’ve been trying to find ways to help her but it’s a very slow process.

Gunner: ... I don’t really know what to say about this guy actually. He’s the gun slinging boyfriend of Ashly who protects us when the rest are busy. He doesn’t exactly likes to be called a daemon but says it’s better then being called a tulpa. Not sure why.

Sabriel: A somewhat retired spirit hunter that decided to bond with the daemon I was making at the time. When I was younger she taught me a lot of protective magic.

Sam: A incubus that loves himself and everyone around him. He will try and sleep with everyone and anyone he can. He helps me regulate my sexual desire and helps me out with love spells and some personal trouble.

Jase: .... Just one of those weird daemons I don’t fully know how he came to be other then I found him one day in my head playing with some dolls. He’s childlike and acts innocent but has a deep love for raw flesh, and hurting those that hurt me. He loves to make living dolls that creep everyone out and chitter. When someone makes him cry everyone scatters as to not have Christian’s wrath brought upon them.

Christian (2): A big guy who helps me control my anger and is a massive part of helping my wards be stronger and protect me. He has a deep fatherly love for Jase and if someone makes Jase cry he will personally see to their painful death. Luckly most daemons let Jase and Christian be alone.

Christian (1): I’m not too sure why but for some reason I have two Christians that act the exact same and look pretty much the same except some minor clothing differences. The major difference is that Christian 1 doesn’t have a head and I don’t know why. He says he lost it but he’s also in no big rush to find it cuz he likes being without a head... I don’t know why. He just uses a sort of sign language to speak that he says is German sign language but I’m not entire sure.

Marci: Oh boy Marci.... Marci is a spell caster that helps translate my library worth of spell books I’ve either gathered from spirits or past lives (I’m not entirely sure which) She’s a motherly figure to most and helps remind me to eat when I forget.

Nayola: Sabriel’s younger sister. When first created I thought of her as a wendigo but much later after a friend of mine helped me make her into a much more solid form we found out she's a forest changeling. She used to be very animal like with a massive appetite but has since become into a young woman with large antlers. As of right now we are working together to strengthen our bond and work with fae magic.

Raoul: He’s like the doctor to all of the daemons and loves to read medical text books with me. He helps to remember useful medical facts and study up on medical herbs. He’s not a massive fan of magic and often dismisses it... even if he was created by magic.

Blondie: Okay his real name is Timothée Cazenave but everyone calls him Blondie. He’s usually laid back but helps me work with business things, lists of ingredients or cooking.

Alan - Ash and Ashley’s young cousin who loves gardening and all things fairy related. He’s a fae type of daemon that has his own garden in my mind protected by massive thorn bushes. He loves to talk with me and let’s me relax in his garden when I’m under a lot of pressure.

Eric: Eric is Alan’s boyfriend and is a human. I’m not entire sure what he does but Alan asked me for a boyfriend so I created him one. They really do love each other.

Black: I don’t know if that’s his real name but it’s all he says I should call him. He’s a drama king most of the time and loves to blare his organ in the basement of my head to annoy everyone. We don’t talk much anymore but he seems happy to watch “Phantom of the Opera” all the time and write music to annoy Ash with later.

Phoenix: A mute little girl to is sort of like a wife to Black. She makes sure he doesn’t play his music too loudly (unless Ash made her angry that day) and helps make sure no spirits are getting through the wards on the lower levels of my mind. She speaks by using large cartoon like signs that she pulls out at random and loves to smack Ash with. (He’s quite the trouble maker)

Victor: (Deceased) Victor was a nice guy for a long time. He was my playmate when I was young and helped me through some difficult times. When I got older I had some really bad undiagnosed depression and he ended up going insane. He was scared and frustrated at me and at the time I was terrified of him. He threatened to hurt and kill me and I actually believed him. One day when I was with all my daemons and he was lashing out at me I ended up killing him. After that all my Damons except Ash disappeared and for a long while it was just the two of us before I decided to try again and make things better.

Red: I don’t know what Red was supposed to be. He was one of Ash’s cousins. Maybe a few years older but I haven’t talked to him for a long while. I don’t think he’s really forgiven me for killing this brother Victor. I don’t blame him really.

Louis/Lizzy: This person is a gender fluid spirit that loves to bake and be a sort of therapist to all of the daemons. I don’t see them often as they do a lot of work with my old daemons that have retreated into areas of my mind I can’t quite reach.

Emily: She’s Louis/Lizzy’s girlfriend. She calls herself a voodoo priestess although I’m not sure why as I didn’t design her that way. However she has an extensive Knowledge about hoodoo and voodoo that helps me when I work with voodoo or hoodoo. She’s sort of a strict mother hen to everyone and can very easily be found smacking Ash or Sam with a wooden spoon when they get into trouble.

White zombie dragon: ... yeah I don’t know either but for some reason I have a 40 foot long white zombie dragon in my mind and he claims to be a daemon of mine. I don’t know how this one came to be other then possibly coming from an obscure story of mine.

Ten: (Possibly deceased) I’m not too sure what happened to Ten. He was a fallen angel daemon that worked some small magic but mostly kept to himself. He was there for another daemon of mine but she’s absorbed herself into her work so he’s be left alone. A little while ago I found out he was helping a spirit that wanted to harm me. He was leaving holes in my barriers to let this evil spirit in. I disciplined him for this but he kept doing it so I told him if he was found talking or helping the spirit again he would be thrown out. I didn’t have the heart to kill him after that happened to Victor. Ash begged him to heed my warnings but he didn’t and I ended up tossing him out and told him if he wanted to repent I’d let him back in. He had a choice and knew I would let him come back but he hasn’t come back yet. I kinda miss him but I feel like I did the right thing instead of killing him.

Beast: Another really old daemon that helps my way between my conscious thoughts and subconscious separated. We rarely talk and when we do it’s usually about this shadow person of myself we call “the Insanity” which he keeps locked up in my subconscious. I don’t know why the Insanity is there other then it might be a tulpa I made when I was in really deep depression. All it wants is to destroy me so Beast keeps it locked up.

Lurker: This guy was one of a sort of set that were going to be made to fit my different magics with. However the plans were scrapped after two so he sits at a reception desk in this empty two story hotel in the middle of a forest. He works only with tarot cards but instead of normal tarot cards he uses playing cards. He’s very quiet and just waits for someone to walk in the front doors.

Puppeteer: Oaky, I’ll put this straight out. Puppeteer shouldn’t have been made at all. She was the same base idea as Lurker and was going to have a massive group of daemons to work with. Puppeteer was designed off of the question of “What would I look like/do if I was soulless?” Worst. Fucking. Idea. EVER. She is a horrible person who will do anything as long as it involves violence. She creates dolls (what she calls “poppets”) to control and torture her victims. I’ve ended up locking her in her room in the hotel. We both know she’s going to die one day and I think the thing that unnerves me the most is that she’s okay with that. Every time I let her out she taunts someone to kill her because she knows I won’t be able to bring myself to do it until she breaks a rule that the daemons and I have set up to protect ourselves from daemons like Victor.

Seeker/Sly’ly: I’m mashing these two together since they’re almost the exact same. They protect my physical and spiritual heart from any possible attacks or spells that would go after it. They make sure I present myself as strong and powerful when I feel scared and help me when I need quiet.

Luce: I think he’s a shapeshifter that sheds his skin each time he turns into a different human but not when he turns into a different animal. He’s a good friend of Sabriel and works in a roadhouse/big bar that the daemons go to when they want to get drunk (usually). He's sweet and has a really weird habit of sleeping on the pool table and loves to talk about his time trying to kill a mole (he’s basically retelling a comedian’s story about a mole). I sometimes go talk to him when I feel like getting spiritually drunk without partying.

Basil: Basil is a milk chocolate and white furred fae ferret that has a stubbly tail and loves to annoy people. He was created after I finished collage as a way to heal myself after all of the pressure. He was a little different from the rest of my Damons as he was made first into a physical form – a stuffed animal – before a daemon form. He’s supposed to protect me from the nightmares I suffer but I think he’s slaking a little. Although I can’t really blame him when he’s fighting bigger monsters off. (Or at least that’s what he tells me) Alan and Marci love him while the rest think he’s a little devil. He’s the only one on record to have made Jase cry and not have a furious Christian upon him. (I think Christian just didn’t want to hurt a tiny animal that just accidentally scared Jase)

I may add more as they come up but that’s all of them that want to show up right now.

#daemons #Holy shit this is a lot when I write them out #please ask us questions!!!

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Parker Robbins' father was a close associate of the Kingpin, who was frequently present as Parker grew up. With his mother in a mental institute and his father presumed dead, Parker lived with his pregnant girlfriend Sara. Parker and his cousin, John are tipped off about a shipment at a deserted factory. Later on, Parker and John check it out, finding nothing but candles, a fold up chair and what looks like tribal drawings. They are attacked by a Nisanti demon. Parker shoots it with his Lorcin 381 handgun and believes he has killed it, proceeding to steal the Nisanti's hooded cloak and boots.

Fleeing the scene, chased by a gang of thugs, Parker finds out that the boots let him fly. After a punch in the gut from his cousin Parker found that the cloak allows him to become invisible for as long as he can hold his breath

Later on Parker messes up a heist, trying to steal Blood Stones (black market term for diamonds) he runs into Madam Rapier, The Shocker, Jack O' Lantern and Constrictor. He manages to get away from the villains but in a panic he shoots Eric Bondi, a police Officer. John takes the blame and is arrested with murder.

Parker then meets with Gro, a prostitute, while there he hears that he is a wanted man, and that John is at Brooklyn's 75th precinct. Parker shows up at the precinct to save John but is tracked by two men in A.I.M. suits. After they taser him Parker looks possessed and attacks them with what looks like electrical power. He then speaks with John who tells him to "hock a couple of them diamonds" and get him a decent lawyer.

At this time Golem Golembuski has told all of the local pawn shops about anyone trying to sell diamond, so Parker is in major trouble. Once he found out about who he stole the diamonds off he pays them a visit. Issuing a trade at the Coney island Fair then telling the cops. He meets with Madame Rapier at the fairground. Parker over powers her and dresses her in a hooded outfit, then disappears when the federal agents show up mistaking Madame Rapier for the Hood and kill her. The Agents figure out they have shot the wrong person but don't want to pursue the case so they consult John. Telling him he could get out out of prison if he say The Hood was female. John then replies "How big do you want me to say her tits were?"

Beyond!

Later on The Hood was one of several super-beings transported by the Stranger's new Battleworld, where the Stranger (disguised as the Beyonder) promised them their greatest wishes if they killed their enemies. The Hood was the only who accepted it and by using his invisibility powers he tried to kill the others. Alyosha Kravinoff sensed him and took him by surprise, saying they should work together. The heroes eventually ganged up on the Stranger, who escaped due to fear of what Uatu the Watcher's presence could mean. Uatu, however was there to witness the sacrifice made by Gravity when he held together the Battleworld so that the others could escape, killing himself in the process. Back on earth Parker and Sara attended his funeral, and sometime after this Sara gave birth to their child.

The New Avengers

The Hood manages to assemble a new Masters of Evil of around forty super-villains. He builds their respect by killing the Owl, beating the crap out of Tigra while filming it, and fights against Wolverine and lives to tell about it. He shot Wolverine in the junk, getting major cool points. Chemistro suggests that instead of fighting the New Avengers, they should rob a federal reserve. This move served them well as they stole 15 million dollars. But their celebration is cut short when Luke Cage appeared and with him are the New Avengers, the Mighty Avengers, the Fantastic Four, the Defenders and many more heroes ready for a fight against the Hood's Gang. It is later revealed that this was only an illusion made by Doctor Strange and in the middle of the battle, Strange banishes Hood with a anti-demon spell while his gang is defeated.

The Hood reappears again and frees his team-mates to exact revenge to the New Avengers, especially Doctor Strange. The Masters of Evil manage to invade Strange's Sanctum Sanctorum and Hood fatally wounds Strange but was not able to kill him because of Wong's intervention. They retreated back before SHIELD agents arrive and Hood verbalized that he now knows how to defeat them.

Secret Invasion

Watching the battle of the superheroes and the invading Skrulls prompted the Hood to fight the aliens. Chemistro objected that the heroes and the Skrulls should kill each other and they should just pick up the scraps left. But Hood reasons out that if the Skrulls win the battle, it would be bad for their business and that they won't be left for them. The Masters goes to New York central park alongside the Avengers, Nick Fury's secret warriors, the Thunderbolts, Captain America and Thor to fight against the invading super-skrulls.

Dark Reign

New Avengers

During Norman Osborn's Dark Reign in charge of national security, the Hood is tasked by Osborn to take care of the nuisance Punisher. Resurrecting Frank Castle's one-time accomplice Microchip from the dead and using an army of mercenaries and B-list villains that were victims of the Scourge, he tells the villains that the Scourge was the Punisher in disguise. The Hood attempts to track down the Punisher and his new sidekick, the hacker Henry.

Hood and his Masters of Evil would also steal a vase fortune from a wealthy prince. But during this celebratory time, he would get constant visits Dormammu leading him more towards his level as well as an attack by White Fang, the wife of a man Parker has accidentally killed. Now trying to make sure that his daughter doesn't deal with what he is going through, he goes to Satana to help his with his situation with Dormammu and later making her his supernatural adviser. He soon learns the history of Dormammu and his purpose. He then learns that him finding the mystical hood and boots was not an accident but a set up. The was planned for Dormammu to find a host. This he did when he found Parker. Later on he breaks his cousin and other members of his team out of jail for drunken behavior. He later learns that his mother has gotten her memory back but it was because of Dormammu trying to tempt him not to get rid of him.

Later on he starts wearing a regular hood and not his supernatural one. At one point him and some members of his Masters of Evil go out to help Shocker fight Force but are almost defeated by White Fang. He is saved by Controller who later turns on him by burning his old hood during his third battle with White Fang. Parker then some how manages to gain demonic powers with out the aid of the hood. He wins the fight defeating White Fang and Force and turns one of Controller's slave disks on him. He once again takes control of his team but lets go of his cousin John.

Midnight Sons

Turns out the Hood buys mounds of cocaine from a dealer/zombie broker, Black Talon. He shows interest over a conversation with Black Talon about a weapon (the zombie virus) that will destroy all the super heroes. At this point he is in debate with his gang wither to use the weapon or not but in the end the Hood wants it. He then hires members of the Night Shift and the team and himself go to Black Talon's island where He and the team encounter the Midnight Sons. Dormammu follows him in the process. In the end he joins the Midnight Sons in effort to at least survive the zombie attack seeing that he couldn't teleport away with Dormammu's help seeing that Dormammu was more occupied with Midnight Son member Jennifer Kale. As soon as the killer zombie storm cloud appeared, he ended up fighting along side the Midnight Sons from his own zombie infected Night Shift. After the storm cloud was destroyed by Jennifer Kale, the Hood and the reverted Night Shift teleported away.

Exorcism of Dormammu & the Stones of Norn

The Hood faced off against Dr. Strange as he was possessed by Dormammu. The Hood was looking for whoever the Eye of Agamotto was about to award with the title of Sorcerer Supreme so he could kill that person and take the power himself. He sensed it's power and it lead to him to Hellstorm. He confronted Hellstorm and tried to kill him because he thought that Hellstorm was going to be Sorcerer Supreme. The two fought until Dr. Strange and the New Avengers came to fight as well. The did not know that the Eye of Agamotto had already chosen a sorcerer near the vicinity where the battle was taking place. Brother Voodoo, who was staying near by, was chosen by the Eye to be the next Sorcerer Supreme. Brother Voodoo then joined Dr. Strange, Hellstorm, and the New Avengers as they teamed up and took down the Hood. Brother Voodoo exorcised Dormammu from the hood and boots that possessed Parker and he was left powerless.

The Hood lost his reputation and his empire and Parker Robbins was back to being a nobody. He was left injured and in the hospital. However, Loki came and paid him a visit. Loki brought the Hood to a place where she gave him a new power. He was given the Norn Stones, which supposedly give you the power to do anything you can dream of. The Hood now had his power back but Loki never mentioned what the price of using the Stones would be. Upon returning to his gang in New York, the Hood found out that his gang had turned to Norman Osborn after discovering the deal that he and the Hood had had. Parker then tells his gang that they have to do at least one favor for Norman Osborn. Osborn then tells the gang that they are to hunt down and kill all of the New Avengers (with the exception of Spider-Man, whom he wanted alive).

The Hood then powered up his Masters of Evil with the Norn Stones, increasing their powers and giving them the ability to sense the New Avengers. Despite this, the small groups that went after each of the New Avengers were still defeated. Norman Osborn approached the Hood soon afterward, and asked him for help in his invasion of Asgard. The Hood agreed, especially when Osborn told him that he was planning on replacing the Avengers franchise with the Thunderbolts, and that his gang members would be part of various Thunderbolts teams.

Unfortunately, Osborn's Siege didn't go as planned. Although Osborn called on the backup of the Hood and his gang upon the New Avengers, Young Avengers, and Secret Warriors arriving, Asgard was toppled and destroyed by the Sentry shortly afterward. After the Sentry turned into the Void, Loki realized that their only chance of survival rested with the heroes, and so took back the Norn Stones and used them to power up the heroes. The Hood also realized that this meant that his powers were gone (again), and so fled Asgard with Madam Masque before anyone realized. Fearing that the Avengers would hunt him down for his part in Dark Reign, the Hood went to Count Nefaria, Madame Masque's father, hoping for a chance to repower himself. Unfortunately, the New Avengers hunted him down as predicted, and were successful in capturing both the Hood, Madame Masque, and Count Nefaria before he could be re-powered.

During his incarceration he is visited by Tigra who savagely beats him as payback for her earlier defeat. She decides not to kill him but allows him to live knowing he will never be able to see his family again, which in her eyes is all the punishment he needs.

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Falling Over - Chapter 39

it’s been 84 years I’m sry

“Lauren it’s been months,” Vero starts, ignoring the glare Zayn sends her way at the mention of time, “we get it that you miss her and shit but don’t you think visiting every day is getting a bit tedious?” she continues and as rude as it seems, Vero knows Lauren and she knows that her mood and attitude towards the whole coma thing will become more positive.

The green eyed girl had been in a slum since the two month mark and after two more Vero and Zayn agreed things were getting even more upsetting than they already had. Zayn hadn’t wanted to go about it so bluntly, but both of them knew that something had to be done to get Lauren out of the downward spiral and look on the brightside.

They knew Camila was alive. From the start they’d all known the recovery was going to be a long process, Chord had been in a coma for months and he was stronger than Camila, so it only made sense that the girl would take long for her body to get back where it needed to be. It wasn’t fun, but it was a good thing when it came down to it that Camila’s body was getting the rest it needed.

Technically speaking they should have been more worried if Camila woke up sooner than she was waking, but at this point it was more Lauren Camila’s girlfriend speaking, than Lauren Camila’s protector (in the ghost sense) speaking.

The girlfriend in her was missing her Camz, she was missing the cuddles and the kisses and the jokes even if they did suck. The doctor in her knew that if the girlfriend wanted to fully enjoy her Camila then she would need to wait at least a little bit longer.

The only reason things were starting to get unsettling was that Camila’s expected time was three and a half months plus, meaning she could be awake at this point. Sure it was good that she wasn’t because it meant that her body needed more time and Lauren doesn’t want anything in her recovery process to be rushed, but it was still frustrating to have to go through months without Camila by her side in a conscious way.

“I know Vero, it’s just…” Lauren trailed off, surprising her friends in the room who were certain she would’ve snapped back at them. “I don’t know I’d rather spend my time with her asleep than not with her at all.”

The difference between Zayn and Vero at this point was the experience. Sure, Vero was there for the last moments, and sure she got to see how Lauren and Camila interacted together, but Zayn had seen their relationship become what it is.

He’d seen them go from basically strangers (not that Camila and Lauren ever weren’t close), to friends, to people who relied so heavily on each other it seemed impossible to go alone. They became attached at the hip and he knew that each girl brought out the absolute best in the other despite all the shit they had to go through together.

He had also befriended Camila himself and knew how downing life had gotten without her shit jokes and he knew that whatever pain he was in, Lauren was feeling at least a billion times worse.

“Lo, we just think maybe a few days off could help you get back into the headspace you need to be in,” Vero continues with a shrug, moving towards where Lauren’s seated next to the hospital bed. She made a move to place a comforting hand on Lauren’s shoulder but the green eyed girl casually shrugged it off, not rudely just not really looking for any comfort. “You know better than any of us that this is completely normal and we know that you miss her but-”

“There aren’t any buts Vero,” Lauren cut in with a calm voice, “I know I’m not exactly a good time right now, but that’s not the point. I’m not falling over with pity right now, I’m simply missing my girlfriend and trying to be as close to her as possible.”

“She’s right Lo,” Zayn speaks softly after a moment of silence, making both girls’ eyes flash to him. “I’m not saying to not visit for a while, but I know you aren’t sleeping too much here and I know that you’ll be better off with a little time spent not thinking about her. Trust me, I know you’re trying to not think of her but let me help? I can do some of my so called voodoo shit and give a few hours?” He offers playfully and Zayn is always sweet so Lauren listens to him over Vero.

Don’t get her wrong, Vero is sweet too but she’s more cutthroat. She doesn’t know Camila but she does know that she’s a patient of Lauren’s. Vero saw this more of a medical thing, more of an issue where it concerns Lauren as the doctor not the girlfriend, but Zayn knew how hard this had to be on her, especially since he can literally feel her pain, so Lauren found it easier to trust his advice than vero’s, even though the girl did have good intentions.

“Plus, the doctors know to call you if anything happens in the slightest, I can even stay here so you can be updated okay?” he continues and Lauren wants to argue, she really does but she can’t find any fault in their proposal and she thinks maybe if she sleeps a little or does something fun, she could make time go by faster and then maybe Camila would wake up.

“So? You’ll take us up on the day off?” Vero pushes a little further once she gets the nod from Zayn saying that Lauren’s definitely thinking it over. “Zayn can sit with sleeping beauty and you can come with me for a day of fun? A day of forgetting the shit that’s happening?”

Lauren still can’t think of a reason why not, so with a last squeeze to the unconscious girl’s hand, she lets it rest on the mattress next to her body and allows herself to be led outside.

“I told you you’d love this place,” Vero brags with a smug smile as she leads Lauren out of the spa by their locked arms.

“I’ve only been to this one once but there’s another in Wisconsin and then one out where I was in Barcelona that’s owned by the same-”

“Can we do something else?” Lauren cuts in, thankful for the spa day but still not quite letting Camila leave her mind.

What Zayn had talked about earlier was still ringing in her mind, but she knew that once you started that type of voodoo shit, you got hooked.

That was one of Zayn’s powers though, he had the ability to put a spell type thing on a simple concoction of “potions” and, voila, you have a mind block.

It was hard to fully understand unless you had Zayn’s touch, but the solution would somehow block out certain parts of your mind, which ultimately could do things like make Lauren forget about Camila for the time being.

Still, Lauren knew that there were side affects and in a way it was addictive, and she didn’t want anything in her head other than occasionally Zayn.

She was close to taking it honestly a few weeks ago. Not that Zayn had offered like he had today (because he usually would never), but Lauren obviously knew the ability existed and thought maybe it could take some of the pain away.

Then she did her research.

It had always been kind of faulty, having a 50/50 success versus failure outcome.

Even in some recent studies it had been known to have lasting affects, making the potion take a longer affect than intended, and god forbid Camila woke up and Lauren was still under the spell.

So Lauren was torn before, but she would never risk that so ultimately she’d have to find a real world way to forget about Camila for at least a few minutes.

The issue was that although a spa day may help Vero stop worrying about a girl she didn’t know, Lauren needs more to forget about the girl she’s in love with (even if only for a few minutes).

“Something else like what?” Vero asks, not letting her disappointment show on her face. She didn’t know Camila but she did want to help get Lauren’s mind off since obviously the girl was in more pain than she can imagine.

Lauren’s faces scrunches up as she tries to think of a new thing to do.

She’s not a stress eater so unfortunately that won’t help, but that’s always been kind of a plus so she doesn’t linger on resenting the fact for too long.

The mall they’re at is huge. One of the biggest Lauren has been to by far but there isn’t anything she can think to do.

“I have an idea,” Vero speaks after a moment, one sign catching her eye and a smile taking over her face as she tugs Lauren back towards the mall exit where she’s parked.

“Where are we going?” Lauren protests after being tugged for a moment.

“That’s for me to know,” Vero starts and skips the few remaining steps to the car, “and for you to find out,” she pulls open Lauren’s door and stands behind it with her arms crossed. “Now get in loser, we’re going shopping.”

“Ha ha,” Lauren deadpans but gets in the car and lets Vero shut her door for her. “We’re already at a mall so the reference is kind of dumb.”

“Bah humbug,” Vero pouts and Lauren doesn’t quite get why she says it but she giggles none the less. Vero types out a text on her phone and they’re off.

The ride to wherever they’re going is quite aside from Vero’s attempt at an occasional pun and the radio on a low volume.

They’re getting closer, or so Vero claims, and pull off the high way and into a more suburb area that Lauren’s never seen. She’d been to Camila’s hometown (or like, her city near Boston, not Miami but even though technically yeah but you got the point), but other than there she’d only been in the city part of Boston.

“Where exactly are you bringing me to? Is this kid napping cause I’m pretty sure it’s-”

“Relax Lo, you’re going to love me for this,” Vero interrupts with a grin as she turns into a neighborhood and off the busiest road you’re going to got in this type of area. “Or maybe you won’t love me, but in the long run this’ll help,” she continues and Lauren squints at her because what could that possibly mean?

“Okay well,” Vero shifts onto another even more empty backroad, “my faith is in your hands.”

“And it’s well placed trust me,” Vero replies before stopping outside a white fence house. “Now let me do the talking.”

They make their way to the back door and the door bell is snapped off so Vero knocks hard at the door and they only have to wait a moment before the door opens and a middle aged woman opens the door with a friendly grin.

“Veronica, dear it’s so nice to see you’re still doing well,” the lady speaks and pulls Vero into a tight hug, apparently they’re old friends or something? “It’s been too long I was thrilled when I got your message.”

“Well i could say the same to you Betsy, you look great, the house looks great,” Vero smiles and leads Lauren inside so they can shut the door. “Betsy this is the friend I told you about Lauren, Lauren meet Betsy. She’s an old family friend,” Vero explains and Lauren nods politely, half wondering why they’re here half wondering why she’d never heard of Betsy before.

“Old? I’m hoping you mean the duration of our friendship not myself?” Betsy asks in faux offense and Vero chuckles before following into what looks to be a living room.

“So you got what my girl needs?” Vero asks once they’re all in the new room. Lauren still confused and Betsy grinning.

“Oh yes I do, she’s an easy read, matter of fact I could read her as soon as she stepped in, and I have an even easier match,” she answers and Lauren’s about to ask what she means but she continues, “I’ll be out in just one second with it.”

“What is this Vero?” Lauren asks quietly once they’re along but she’s shushed.

She thinks she knows what’s going on, not because she’s good at picking up on stuff but because of the talk with “matches” and honestly she’s hoping she’s wrong but then she’s proven right when Betsy returns with a leash in her hand and a dog happily trotting along next to her.

“Here he is,” Betsy greets again with enthusiasm as she gestures to the medium sized dog wagging his tail and sniffing the air, eyeing the two girls cautiously.

“He’s a lab mix, found on streets in Puerto Rico and very very good at what he does after the training,” Betsy explains on the dog but the girls know not to make move to pet him yet. (Lauren didn’t really care to pet him but Vero’s mind is always on ‘pet the dog’ mode so she’s impatiently watching for him to make his move).

She’d never really considered a helper dog, and yeah that’s what he is, kind of like a normal service dog but he’s trained to have the sixth sense. All dogs kind of have it, but certain ones, like the lab mix before them are trained and master in helping certain specialties.

That’s what she meant when she said perfect match. Apparently this dog was what Lauren’s abilities needed to do their best. She’d considered getting one to help with Camila but at that point things started moving too fast and she decided not to.

Usually they were rescue dogs and based on the patches of fur and scrawny look to the dog, Lauren could tell he’d had mange and must’ve been malnourished. Granted he’s in better shape now, she doesn’t really need a dog though.

“Lauren meet Lorenzo, Lorenzo, Lauren,” Betsy says with her motherly grin still in place and Vero stifles a laugh but Lauren’s jaw drops at the name.

“You’re kidding?” She hopes but the grin stays in place and oh well looks like-

“Oh my god Lo he’s your soulmate dog,” Vero squeaks, barely holding off the urge to pet him before Lauren, “your soul dog,” she decides with an awed look.

“Vero I don’t need-”

“Oh don’t even try,” Vero cuts in, “you need someone to be there but you suck at people interaction. So by default little Renzo here is the perfect answer.”

“But Ver…”

“Lauren it’s on me, and Betsy since she’s hooking ya girl up, but you can’t deny a gift, it’s rude,” Vero answers before Lauren can protest.

“Well I guess I’ll accept then, I just don’t think-”

“Perfect! I’ll fill out the paper work, you do the bonding shit,” Vero squealed in excitement because dog.

“Brendan will set it you up in the kitchen dear,” Betsy says in response to Vero. “Lauren, the binding is quick and simple and you’ll be done in no time.”

Vero is still squealing in excitement but Lauren’s still looking at the dog with a small grimace.

Turns out the bonding shit is legit just her petting him in simple terms. It’s all about the eye contact and him knowing her scent and aura and that just means he has to spend a ton of time with her.

By the time ten minutes go by she has his leash in her hand and an enthusiastic Vero on the ground playing with the pup. He’s four years old, Lauren argues, but Vero protests saying all dogs are puppies.

“Okay ladies, I guess you should go get the proper dog care stuff, but Lauren my number is in that folder for your questions and Vero knows a lot of the answers too since she had to go through the new stuff with Angelica a few years ago,” Betsy explains and when Lauren raises an eyebrow at the name she continues, “her cat.”

Lauren doesn’t really like pets though. If anything, she feels bad exposing an innocent creature to the scary world she’s been a part of since she was six years old.

They make their way out and Lauren sits in the back because she doesn’t want Lorenzo to be scared at all alone back there and stuff but not like, not for any reason really.

“So you’re welcome,” is all Vero says and Lauren can’t tell if she’s happy with a dog or not. He is cute but still, innocent animals don’t belong in this life.

The pet store isn’t really anything special, and once they’re checking out (lauren with the leash wrapped twice around her hand so he doesn’t get loose [not that he’s even tugging really]) they’ve got him a bed and food and bowls and some toys and yeah.

Lauren had been staying at Zayn’s apartment with him so she hoped he didn’t mind, but she knows he won’t argue with it no matter what (he’s high key a huge dog person).

It seems too much like a coincidence though, that the only day she doesn’t spend at the hospital in months something would happen.

Too much like something that would happen in a movie or some shit.

So that’s why it’s unexpected when it does happen.

“It’s Camila,” Zayn speaks into the phone, voice rushed and nervous and nothing like Zayn’s usually is.

Lauren’s running to the exit win Lorenzo hot on her tail before Vero knows who called.

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