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hwangyeddeongie · 1 month

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bratty yuna hcs pls 🫣

CW: smut. Men and minors DNI

brat!yuna x reader hcs

-okay I think we all know yuna is like

-the brattiest, whiniest bottom EVER

-like she does NOT CARE

-if you’ve ever watched Jennifer’s body, there’s a scene where she’s calling her best friend Needy on the phone and telling her how hot she feels while strutting around in her room in mini shorts and a tight shirt and checking herself out in the mirror

-like. that’s SO yuna

-she loves getting dolled up, even for the most mundane events

-she could be going to the convenience store at the corner and she’ll choose a whole outfit and do her hair up

-she takes advantage of this fact to tease you

-she’ll wear ridiculously revealing clothes that leaves just enough to the imagination

-I’m talking mini skirts, tops (with no bra on), or JUST a bra with a thin jacket on top

-it’s so obvious she’s trying to rile you up, but if you ever bring it up she’ll just be like

-“what do mean? this is how I always dress…”

-sits on your lap A LOT

-even though there’s like 6 perfectly acceptable seats (in your humble opinion) around you

-likes it when you grab her waist/hips to move her around

-will purposefully drop things and bend over right in front of you, giving you a perfect view up her skirt

-really embodies the “look, don’t touch” motto, especially when she’s trying to tease you

-if you try to grab her ass/touch her inappropriately, she’ll slap your hands away with a tsk

-she never holds up for long, though, since you know all she wants is for you to fuck her silly

-SO into mirror sex

-she loves the way she looks (queen), and seeing herself get railed is kind of a confidence boost for her

-she’ll put up a fight in bed, won’t let you have it too easily

-but secretly loves being put in her place

-she mentioned one time after you guys went at it that she likes being talked down to

-she was half asleep by then so she doesn’t remember saying that, but you never forgot

-goes crazy when you mix praise and degradation

-“my pretty little slut.” “such a good whore for me.” “what’s the matter? isn’t this what you wanted?”

-you guys go on for hours because she’s such a brat

-you just want her to give in and beg, meanwhile she REFUSES to give you what you want

-ends up with you either edging her until she snaps, all sweaty and voice hoarse from hours of screaming your name

-or overstimulating her until she’s too weak to stand on her own and she physically CANT come anymore

-has a vast collection of toys

-most of them pink (are we surprised)

-owns a pair of fluffy pink handcuffs that you use a little too often

-mostly because she will just resort to touching herself if you don’t or are trying to edge her

-so you tie her up and hold her legs open so she has nothing to get herself off with

-has a filthy mouth and uses it to her advantage because she knows it flusters you

-loves to sext you and sends you nudes at the most random times

-“I’m so wet just thinking about you, baby…you should come over ;)” text paired with a video of her gathering her slick on her fingers and spreading it all over her pussy, or her pumping a toy into herself

-responds to EVERYTHING with “make me.”, and she sometimes underestimates how seriously you take that

-loves it when you use a strap on her and boss her around

-“get on your hands and knees.” “Such a whore for my cock.” “you’re so desperate, aren’t you?”

-takes it like a champ, and responds beautifully to degradation

-SO loud

-like, you feel bad for your neighbours, especially since you guys go on for so long

-loves to take you from behind, probably likes being spanked too

-she will completely crumble if you call her princess

-she will never admit it out loud though, you’re just going off of the way she gets wetter every time you call her a slut or pinch/slap her for misbehaving

-occasionally does like a break from the rougher stuff though, especially when she’s had a bad day

-on days like those, she prefers to go slow as you whisper praise into her ear and tell her how beautiful she is

-same goes for aftercare, if you’ve just been rough with her, she needs a lot of reassurance and cuddles afterwards, so you always make sure to shower her with love

#itzy #yuna smut #yuna #yuna x reader #shin yuna #itzy yuna #yuna imagines #itzy imagines #itzy smut #itzy x reader #smut #yuna headcanons #itzy x fem reader #itzy headcanons #bratty yuna supremacy #she’s literally Jennifer check in the flesh #she’s not even my bias but I had so much fun writing this

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teenagegirlhell · 4 days

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Jennifer Check: Teenage Boy-Eater

A career-defining performance by Megan Fox, hot girl Jennifer Check has it all: good looks, elite social standing within her high school, and a trove of boys at her beck and call. Her social power is made physical after a fateful night when a local dive bar catches on fire during indie rock band Low Shoulder’s performance. In the midst of the pandemonium Jennifer parts with her best friend Needy and is whisked away in Low Shoulder’s van to be used as a “virgin” sacrifice in a demonic ritual for fame and fortune. Of course, Jennifer is not actually a virgin, so instead of dying the demon possesses her and grants her supernatural strength and abilities. Needing the nourishment of human flesh to survive in her new body, Jennifer goes on a cannibalistic killing spree, much to the shock and horror of the small town of Devil’s Kettle. On the surface, her motives for killing are for survival, but there’s clearly more to it than that. After all, she is quite insistent on only eating boys. Jennifer’s killer instincts ultimately stem from her desire to both punish men for their wrongdoings (on a personal and societal level) and simultaneously maintain her own conventional beauty. Thus she takes on a unique positionality in the film as both a threat to patriarchy and its victim, a murderer and a casualty.

Even before her possession, Jennifer’s very existence is a menace to patriarchal society. She knows she can easily manipulate men with her appearance and takes advantage of her own female erotic power as a teenage femme fatale. Before she starts literally eating boys, she is a figurative man-eater, using men for her own desires and denying them any emotional connection or potential for a relationship. Her demonic possession takes her exploitation of men one step further as she goes from having sex with males to luring them in with sex in order to eat them. Jennifer defies the traditional role of the woman in horror: instead of the conventional “split between active/male and passive/female” (Mulvey 11), Jennifer maintains total control over the narrative following her possession. The mysterious murders of teenage boys that plague Devil’s Kettle are in fact carried out by an active and sadistic female character, much to the chagrin of male supremacy that insists on confining women to roles of submission. Unlike the misogynistic viewpoint of woman as castrated, Jennifer’s monstrous femininity situates her as “the one who is castrating instead of being castrated” (Chusna and Mahmudah 12). By eating her victims in a state of sexual vulernability, Jennifer effectively emasculates them and disrupts the gender hierarchy of man as dominant.

Perhaps an even more striking example of her threat to the social order of patriarchy is her relationship with the film’s second protagonist, Needy. Jennifer’s relationships with the boys in the film are purely transactional and physical. With Needy, however, the two have a close, albeit somewhat toxic, bond with each other. After the initial possession, Jennifer’s first instinct post-feeding is to visit Needy’s house. Though she almost bites Needy’s neck, she ultimately refrains, unable to bring herself to kill her best friend. Thus, Needy assumes a privileged role in the narrative as someone who can maintain a relationship with Jennifer despite her cannibalistic tendencies. Their relationship is far from platonic, however, as they share a rather passionate kiss scene halfway through the narrative. The potential of their sapphic relationship, which is never fully realized since Needy ultimately kills Jennifer (an act of love, perhaps?), poses a serious threat to the patriarchy’s claim on women as it renders men irrelevant even sexually. While Jennifer and Needy’s intimate exploration of queer sexuality ends poorly, their bond lasts even after Jennifer’s death, as Needy inherits her demonic abilities. The threat that their physical relationship poses to the patriarchy is quelled, but their emotional and spiritual ties remain steadfast.

While Jennifer is certainly threatening, both as a subversive female character and a literal murderer-cannibal, it would be unwise to overlook her victimhood throughout the film. Jennifer’s Body is notably coded as a rape revenge film but departs from the genre in various ways. Firstly, it is never explicitly stated that Jennifer is raped. However, Low Shoulder’s kidnapping and sacrifice of her body to Satan works well as a stand-in for the traumatic event. Having survived, Jennifer’s status as a femme fatale becomes a figure of retribution against the abuses that women face. Her murderous tendencies and supernatural powers stemming from this feminine trauma thus prompts the audience to sympathize with her. Another pronounced deviation from the classic rape revenge is that Jennifer never targets Low Shoulder but instead preys on random boys from her high school. Jennifer directs her rage not at her abusers specifically, but at the patriarchy and all the male figures in her life who cannot see past her pretty face and nice breasts.

Despite acting out against male supremacy, Jennifer remains trapped in its confines and expectations of women until the very end. Jennifer has always been conventionally attractive, but upon her possession she realizes she must eat humans to keep up her flawless appearance, otherwise her beauty begins to deteriorate. Diablo Cody herself remarks that “Jennifer is someone who felt secure in her appearance, and to have that taken from her adds a level of sadness to Jennifer’s situation.” But what’s really so sad about it? Is it sad that she’s no longer effortlessly beautiful as she once was, or rather is it sad that despite becoming a literal flesh eating monster her primary concern is still how she appears to others? Jennifer’s physical form post-possession becomes quite important here since she doesn’t immediately transform into some grotesque demonic figure. The changes in her appearance are subtle, mundane things like dull hair, baggy eyes and pale skin. However, simple things like this play a big role in driving Jennifer, a girl who has only ever been noticed for her looks, to remorselessly slaughter and eat other humans in order to restore her beauty. In fact, the only remorse she shows throughout the film is for her past self before she realized just how draining societal expectations of women could be.

So no, Jennifer is not just a teenage girl who turns into a monster and kills boys for fun. She’s a traumatized adolescent who rebels against the patriarchy by enacting violence on hegemonic gender norms. The true tragedy of Jennifer’s Body is that despite Jennifer’s revolt against the system, she dies while still conforming to its crass expectations of the female form, her last words fretting over her “tit” instead of her heart as she bleeds out.

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themonstrousfeminineblog · 4 months

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Post 2: Fearful Femininity and Monstrous Feminine in Jennifer's Body

The film Jennifer’s Body can be seen in the lens of the fearful femininity through the character Jennifer. Before delving into how Jennifer represents the fearful feminine, we have to discuss what the ideologies of the fearful and monstrous feminine consists of. According to Barbara Creed, all human societies have some sort of idea of what consists of the monstrous feminine. Creed states that there is this preconceived notion that focuses on “what it is about woman that is shocking, terrifying, horrific, abject” (251). Creed draws on psychoanalytic theory in order to further discuss her ideology of the fearful and monstrous feminine, and discusses how horror movies allow us to play with the abject safely in a controlled setting, while using the female as a seductress that is essentially a monster. Jennifer Check, one of the main characters of the film, Jennifer’s Body, can be considered to be the fearful feminine as she is considered to be a literal monster. Jennifer has this literal monstrous appetite that can only be satiated by consuming men, which can be analyzed to represent a woman’s sexual appetite. According to Deborah Wills and Toni Roberts, the monstrous appetite reflects with a woman’s sexual appetite because like food, this appetite must be controlled (9). This can be reflected towards Jennifer’s overall character who is this arrogant and narcissistic woman who takes pride in her sexuality, and how this literal blood appetite of hers needs to be controlled. This can be seen in the discussion of how there are boundaries that are concerned with the control of a women’s physical appetite and sexual desire (Wills and Toni). The film even takes this idea of an appetite quite literally as before she was sacrificed, Jennifer would consistently reference boys as “salty morsels” which then it becomes literal later on in the film. Creed also discusses how the abject works in horror films appearance wise. She discusses how the film would be plentiful in images of abjection through the depiction of corpses, whole and mutilated, that would then be “followed by an array of bodily wastes such as blood, vomit, saliva, sweat, tears and putrifying flesh” (Creed 253). Although the film is not as blood or gore filled like many traditional horror films, there is a lot of heavy blood imagery which can be connected back to the abject in horror, but also the monstrous feminine overall. Needy sees Jennifer as this blood soaked character multiple times throughout the film, and is even haunted by the thought of it as well. The scene where Jennifer first appears to Needy covered in blood from head to toe, blood in her mouth that creates an eerieness in her smile, to her vomiting this thick viscous liquid, there are many scenes of heavy blood. Although this may be a stretch in terms of referencing Creed, the depiction of blood is heavily associated with maternal relationships. This brings up the overall discussion of how all individuals will experience abjection at the earliest attempts of breaking away from their mother. This makes me wonder if there can be anything connected to this idea as there is no prominent maternal character within the film except for Needy’s mother, who appears for at a maximum of 10 minutes total within the film.

There is another angle of femininity that can be briefly discussed as well in regards to the film. The association of whiteness and femininity can be seen throughout the film as well. Within Jennifer’s Body there are barely any POC characters. This brings up the idea of how feminism has centered whiteness without considering other racial groups and their experiences of gender and sexuality. There are many moments within the film that are considered racist:

The South Asian exchange student Ahmet, being referred solely as “Ahmet from India.” He is portrayed as an isolated and background character by classmates, but also by Jennifer when she jokes about whether or not he is circumcised. Not to mention, he does not speak a single word within the film.

When Needy shows Jennifer her crusted nails from cleaning up Jennifer’s blood and vomit, to which Jennifer tells her to get a “Chinese chick to buff her situation.”

Needy mocking a Latino employee in the beginning of the film at the correctional facilities by mispronouncing “grassy-ass.”

Although this film can be seen and praised as this feminist film that uses the monstrous feminine in order to create horror, there are still racist undertones with the film using POC characters to mock or push aside, while centering the film around whiteness which feminist ideologies surrounds in the film as well. Glenda Brown, a writer at Medium, discusses in their article about how the actual racism and ableism in statements that are delivered in the film are not pointed out as offensive, but hilariously offensive. There is simply no plot to these statements and is nothing more than an “exercise of casual bigotry” (Brown). This is a minor detail, but with these offensive statements being delivered just to be humorous and crass, it creates more emphasis on how feminism surrounds whiteness and disregards any other race and their experiences through gender and sexuality.

Works Cited:

Brown, Glenda. ““Jennifer’s Body” Was Made for White Girls.” Medium, 18 Oct. 2022, glenslens.medium.com/jennifers-body-was-made-for-white-girls-d4a93fd87716. Accessed 12 Jan. 2024.

Creed, Barbara. The Monstrous-Feminine: Film, Feminism, Psychoanalysis. Routledge, 1993.

Wills, Deborah, and Toni Roberts. "Desiring Monsters: Femininity, Radical Incontinence, and Monstrous Appetite in Ginger Snaps, Jennifers Body, and Deadgirl." Reconstruction: Studies in Contemporary Culture, vol. 17, no. 2, summer 2017. Gale Academic OneFile, link.gale.com/apps/doc/A597251087/AONE?u=bingul&sid=googleScholar&xid=42955c48. Accessed 11 Jan. 2024.

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slasher-sweetie · 3 years

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Can I get a imagine of some slashers( Michael,asa,Jason,jennifer,Jesse, Billy,stu, and Hannibal reacting to there s/o who can eat really spicy food like it's nothing and how would they react when they try there s/o food

I'm sorry, honey, I don't write for Hannibal, but I included everyone else you asked for! ❤

Slashers x Reader who loves spicy food

Michael Myers (RZ):

• Michael thinks you're dumb, he loves you, but anybody that willingly hurts themselves like that has to have something mentally wrong with them.

• He isn't at all impressed, he's worried, but at the end of the day, it's you who has to suffer through it.

• If you even THINK about feeding Michael any of the spicy things that you eat, he'll leave you. Michael doesn't like pain at all, he'll destroy everything you love if your food causes him any pain.

• One time you put a little too much cinnamon in some Snickerdoodle cookies, and Michael thought he was seeing Jesus. To punish you, Michael crushed every single cookie in his hand and left the mess for you to clean up.

• This big boy can't handle spice at all, just do yourself a favor and keep it simple.

Asa Emory:

• Asa isn't necessarily impressed with your ability to handle spice, but he's happy that you've found something you enjoy.

• Asa will test your ability by making food and adding pepper extract straight into it from little bottles that he bought from the internet. He still hasn't found any that overwhelm you, but he's still searching.

• Asa likes some spicy food, Indian being some of his favorite cuisine, but he doesn't enjoy pure pain in his mouth, he wants his food to still have other flavors.

• If you make food for Asa and decide to sneakily put in some of your spicy ingredients, Asa simply won't eat it.

• You really think he can't smell the spice, Y/n? You would be in big trouble for trying to trick him.

Jason Voorhees:

• Jason thinks everything you do is amazing, your ability to withstand spice is included.

• He thinks you're so cute when you find some new novelty item that you haven't tried yet. Your excitement takes over your whole face.

• Jason himself can't really taste spice. It's a strange anomaly that he noticed when you first introduced him to spicy food.

• His mother had never cooked anything spicy when he was a child, so he didn't know if he had always been unable to taste spice, or if it was something that came about after he was brought back.

• Either way, Jason is happy to eat anything you make, the spicier the better, it's not like it bothered him anyway!

Jennifer Check:

• It doesn't really matter to Jennifer that you can withstand spicy food, she has literally eaten a good portion of the male student body at her school.

• She does indulge your cravings for spicy food, though. She's constantly bringing you new spicy things to try.

• Jennifer does have one "spicy" food that she really enjoys.

• If she didn't have to consume human flesh, Jennifer could survive solely on hot cheetos, her kryptonite.

• Jennifer will occasionally eat something you cook, but she gets most of her sustenance in, uh, other ways.

Jesse Cromeans:

• Jesse LOVES showing off the spicy food you can eat. He encourages you to make a YouTube channel to show off your talent.

• When you accompany him to business dinners, Jesse is ALWAYS ready to show you off, he thinks that you're the most interesting human in the world. Even if you weren't a pro at handling spice, he'd find some other quality of yours to brag about

• Jesse doesn't really enjoy spicy food himself, he likes hot wings, but that's about the extent of it.

• Jesse will however give in and try some of the food you make, he can't deny your cute little excited face when he agrees to be your guinea pig in the kitchen.

• Though his inability to tell you no did cause him to have a pretty bad nose bleed when he ingested too much Carolina Reaper hot sauce, once.

Billy Loomis:

• Billy thinks it's super cool that you can handle spice, but he doesn't want you kissing him for at least 24 hours of you eating anything spicy.

• Billy likes to think of himself as pretty tough, but the boy can barely handle a drop of Frank's Red Hot sauce.

• He'll 100% be down for you to sign up for those spicy wing challenges at restaurants. He'll act like your some sort of celebrity, and he's your manager.

• So far you've won him 30 t-shirts from various restaurants across the country.

• Billy thinks you'll be on FoodNetwork one day.

Stu Macher:

• Stu thinks you're so strong and tough, this sweetie loves that you can handle literally any spicy challenges that people throw at you.

• He watches in awe as you eat spicy chips, spicy sauce, spicy noodles, spicy everything. He wants to taste it so bad. So he does.

• Immediate regret.

• He's coughing, spitting, tears are streaming down his face and he feels like he's gonna puke.

• Stu wants to eat your food so bad, but he just can't handle it. This poor baby!

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continued from here | @bornbshell

Okay, Jennifer wasn't being entirely serious when she said that. Like, how would she even enter hell? How does one even do that? Karna, the demon possessing her, is extremely tight lipped when it came to the inferno. She seemed fine with never ever going back there. Karna had once told her that her soul was now owned by Lucifer or Satan or whatever title he liked going by. When she learned that, she wanted to gut Nikolai for what he did to her. But, apparently someone already got to him and his shitty indie band first. Tragic because he had gotten the fame he wanted and didn't get to do anything with it.

She lays on her back on her bed, staring up at the ceiling. Alcohol clouding her mind, she said that. Maybe she could petition said ruler of hell for her soul back. Or for some way to get Karna out of her and into her own form. She would do anything to be herself again, to taste food again. So, yes, she is considering waltzing into hell.

"Why would I want to make friends? I am literally just a vessel for the demon possessing me. She lives rent free in my head and what do I get? Cravings for human flesh." A sigh escapes her lips. She lifts her head up, eyebrows creasing in confusion. "Keep me in check? What?"

#bornbshell #& threads ( jennifer check )#opp: rachel roth #bornbshell: rachel roth #jenn and rae besties mayhaps? 👀#cannibalism //

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bellatrixobsessed1 · 3 years

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Which horror films or novels do you think fit the ATLA characters?

Oh I like this ask! I love horror movies and books so, so much!

Azula - It. Like Azula this novel/movie centers on fear as a main theme but also (mostly with Beverly) shows the impact of heavy themes like abuse. But (as stated in one of my other asks) fear is such a central theme to Azula, she likes playing on fear which is essentially what It does.

I can also see her as pretty much any Lovecraftian story as those are just bizarre and hard to comprehend. Lovecraft’s works just have such obscure meanings and loads of symbolism. I feel like Azula would really enjoy that sort of thing for the same reason she’d enjoy mystery novels.

If we factor in shows Haunting Of Hill House is another good one! This one is (imo) a very respectful and well nuanced take on mental illness. The mentally ill aren’t depicted as monsters so much as the mental illness is the monster. If that makes sense. Its a show that leaves the viewer thinking because it’s so open ended.

Maybe even Insidious as it leaves a lot to the imagination. I feel like She’d just be fond of movies that make you think and don’t rely on cheap scares like jump scares. Basically Azula is movies and books that make you think.

Mai - The Audition. Badass lady stages an audition and basically tortures the men she lures in.

TyLee - Neon Demon. This movie is literally about the beauty/modeling industry. It’s a symbolism heavy movie about how predatory and competitive it is and how the industry preys on and corrupts young women. Like I was thinking of TyLee & Azula the whole time I watched this one. Ty Lee is a character who is portrayed as very innocent (just like Jesse) and is often times sexualized and harrassed.

Zuko - Eli. Frail and sick boy is taken to a house where he is subjected to ‘treatments’ to try to cure him. The viewer doesn’t know if he is being haunted or if the nurses are doing something to him. I won’t dive too much into it because the reason I picked this for Zuko is just one huge spoiler.

Iroh - Saw. Here me out lol. (SPOILERS for those who haven’t seen it).Basically you find out at some point during the franchise that Kramer’s whole goal was to make people who took their lives for granted, wasted their lives, and or harmed others realize what they had or did wrong. Iroh has both helped people do this (in a less gritty way) and has been someone who has done somethings wrong and saw the error in it.

Sokka - Any of the Scary Movie flicks. They’re funny but also really clever imo.

Katara - Carrie. Girl starts off soft and innocent, she gets bullied and unleashes absolute hell. I can also see her being Stepford Wives as it is pretty much a protest to traditional marital roles.

Aang - Final Destination. Mostly because this deals with a divine omnipresent death. Aang has a connection to the spirit world and is, to some degree, a god in his world. You can’t cheat death and ya can’t cheat the Avatar.

Toph - Mama. Toph gives me feral gremlin vibes and this movie features kids that went feral. I can also see her being something badass like Resident Evil.

Yue - Apollo 18. It’s a moon horror movie. xD

Suki - Not quite sure for her but maybe Jennifer’s Body? Basically the hot cheerleader develops a craving for human flesh. Common consensus is that it is commentary about how men obsess over women and that Jennifer basically has her vengeance. I’ve always seen Suki as at least a little bit of a feminist.

Jet - Cabin In The Woods. On the surface it’s checks off every cliche. One of the protags is a stoner and the other is one of the jock types. But by the end this movie is much more complex than that.

Ozai & Ursa - The Shining. HEEEEERE’S OZAI! In all seriousness, the central theme in this is domestic abuse.

Bonas Chan: Piranha. Literally this movie was one big frat party.

#Avatar The Last Airbender #Azula #TyLee #Zuko #Katara #Mai #Toph #Aang #Sokka #Iroh #Suki #Yue #Jet #Ozai #Ursa

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Best Horror Movies on Netflix: Scariest Films to Stream

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Is it Halloween when you’re reading this? If not we’re still close enough with fall here and the month of October almost upon us! It’s the time of year where we like our drinks spiced with pumpkin or apple, our flannel light, and the movies we consume scary. And lucky for you there are more than a handful of worthwhile scary movies on Netflix.

There is nothing quite as fun as embracing the spooky, the creepy, the scary, and things that go bump in the night. Thankfully we have horror movies to help us down these paths. If you ever find yourself in need of a thrill or a chill, check out some of the best horror movies on Netflix, we’ve gathered here.

Enjoy your tricks and treats.

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As Above, So Below

We know what you might be thinking: a found footage horror movie? Yes, this was one of the later adherents to a genre craze that got run into the ground during the 2000s and early 2010s. However, As Above, So Below is the rare thing: effectively creepy. With a crackerjack premise about the real Catacombs of Paris being a secret gateway to Hell, the film casts an energetic Perdita Weeks as a modern day Indiana Jones in a Go-Pro helmet. She and her colleagues make the unwise choice to go off the tourist-guided path in the catacombs, which is home to the remains of more than 6 million people who died between the early middle ages and 18th century.

But once deep below the City of Lights, the film’s dwindling protagonists find themselves crawling beneath a wall with the words “Abandon all Hope Ye Who Enter.” And things just get bleak from there. This is a ghoulish good-time for those who are willing to indulge in the gimmick storytelling.

Apostle

Apostle comes from acclaimed The Raid director Gareth Evans and is his take on the horror genre. Spoiler alert: it’s a good one.

Dan Stevens stars as Thomas Richardson, a British man in the early 1900s who must rescue his sister, Jennifer, from the clutches of a murderous cult. Thomas successfully infiltrates the cult led by the charismatic Malcom Howe (Michael Sheen) and begins to ingratiate himself with the strange folks obsessed with bloodletting. Thomas soon comes to find that the object of the cult’s religious fervor may be more real than he’d prefer.

The Blackcoat’s Daughter

Some kids dream about being left overnight or even a week at certain locations to play, like say a mall or a Chuck E. Cheese. One place that no one wants to be left alone in, however, is a Catholic boarding school.

That’s the situation that Rose (Lucy Boynton) and Kat (Kiernan Shipka) find themselves in in the atmospheric and creepy The Blackcoat’s Daughter. When Rose and Kat’s parents are unable to pick them up for winter break, the two are forced to spend the week at their dingy Catholic boarding school. If that weren’t bad enough, Rose fears that she may be pregnant…oh, and the nuns might all be Satanists.

The Blackcoat’s Daughter is an excellent debut directorial outing from Oz Perkins and another step on the right horror path for scream queens Shipka and Emma Roberts.

The Evil Dead

1981’s The Evil Dead is nothing less than one of the biggest success stories in horror movie history.

Written and directed on a shoestring budget by Sam Raimi, The Evil Dead uses traditional horror tropes to its great advantage, creating a scary, funny, and almost inconceivably bloody story about five college students who encounter some trouble in a cabin in the middle of the woods. That trouble includes the unwitting release of a legion of demons upon the world.

The Evil Dead rightfully made stars of its creator and lead Bruce Campbell. It was also the jumping off point for a successful franchise that includes two sequels, a remake, a TV show, and more.

Gerald’s Game

We are living in a renaissance for Stephen King adaptations. But while there have been many killer clowns and hat-wearing fiends getting major attention at the multiplexes, the best King movie in perhaps decades is Mike Flanagan’s underrated Gerald’s Game. Cleverly adapted from what has been described as one of King’s worst stories, Gerald’s Game improves on its source material when it imagines a middle-aged woman (Carla Gugino) placed in a terrifying survival situation after her husband (Bruce Greenwood) dies of a heart attack during a sex game.

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Handcuffed to a bed in their remote cabin in the woods, Gugino’s Jessie must face the fact no one is coming to save her in the next week… more than enough time to die of dehydration or the wolf prowling about. Thus the specter of death hovers over the whole movie, seemingly literally with a monstrous shade emerging from the shadows to bedevil Jessie each night. A trenchant character study that frees Gugino to show a wide range of terror, determination, and finally horrifying desperation, the movie delves into the shadows of a woman haunted by trauma and demons almost as scary as her current situation. Almost.

The Gift

Who knew Joel Edgerton had it in him?

The Gift is the Australian actor’s writing and directing debut and it doesn’t disappoint. Edgerton stars as Gordon “Gordo” Mosely. He’s a nice enough middle-aged man if a little “off.” One day while shopping he runs into an old high school classmate Simon (Jason Bateman) and his wife Robyn (Rebecca Hall). After their brief encounter, Gordo takes it upon himself to start dropping off little gifts to Simon and Robyn’s home. Robyn sees no problem with it at first. But Simon becomes disturbed, perhaps because of the unique past Simon and Gordo share.

Many horror movies understand there must be a twist of some sort or at the very least an unexpected third act. Even still The Gift‘s third act switch up is particularly devastating because it’s so mundane and logical. The Gift ends up being an emotional drama disguised as horror.

The Girl with All the Gifts

Just when you thought there was nothing left to be done with the zombie genre, in comes a shocking and original idea… one that has sadly grown only more scary in 2020 with regards to The Girl with All the Gifts. A brilliant little indie from Colm McCarthy, this underrated gem imagines a zombie apocalypse as something closer to a viral pandemic that lasts for generations…. and one where a vaccine is always just out of reach.

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Thus enters the class of Helen Justineau (Gemma Arterton). Years after a fungal infection ravaged the planet, turning the infected into “hungries” (breathing zombies), their offspring have shown a creepy ability to retain the ability to think, learn, and love… even as they crave living flesh.

Hence the students in Helen’s class, including her favorite Melanie (Sennia Nanua). The child is special… too much so when it’s believed her biology could create a vaccine that would spare anymore humans turning “hungry.” But to harvest her body, the military will drag Helen and Melanie through an urban hellscape which has reduced London to an abandoned refuge for Hungries and feral children who likewise hunt uninfected humans for food.

The Golem

The Golem is such an awesome monster from Jewish mythology that it’s hard to believe they don’t make more movies about him. Well now they have. The Golem isn’t a straight-up remake of the 1915 movie of the same name so much as it is the next step in the evolution of this grim mythological beast.

During the outbreak of a plague, Hanna (Hani Furstenberg) will do whatever it takes to defend her community from outside invaders. Unfortunately, and in true fairy tale fashion, the creature she conjures up to defend her community quickly develops a murderous mind of its own.

Green Room

Green Room is a shockingly conventional horror movie despite not having all of the elements we traditionally associate with them. You won’t find any monsters or the presence of the supernatural in Green Room.

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Instead all monsters are replaced by vengeful neo-Nazis and the haunted house is replaced by a skinhead punk music club in the middle of nowhere in the Oregon woods. The band, The Aint Rights, led by bassist Pat (Anton Yelchin) are locked in the green room of a club after witnessing a murder and must fight their way out.

Horns

A horror vintage for a distinctly acquired taste, Alexandre Aja’s Horns is a bizarre fairy tale for adults. As much a revenge fable as a typical chiller, this movie which put “Harry Potter in Devil Horns” is actually something of a grim love story based on a novel by Joe Hill.

Daniel Radcliffe plays Ig Perrish, an outcast in his local community who wants nothing more than to forever be by the side of his lifelong love Merrin (Juno Temple). After her brutal unsolved murder prevents that, Ig swears he’d sell his soul to get revenge.

Funny thing is the day after he makes such a proclamation, horns begin growing from his forehead. The greater they grow, the easier it is to get sinners around him to confess their most hidden shames, and indulge in others. But with the clock ticking before he becomes a full-fledged demon, and his soul is presumably claimed by Beelzebub, there is only a narrow window before he can get revenge while raising a little hell.

Hush

In his follow-up to the cult classic Oculus, Mike Flanagan makes one of the more clever horror movies on this list. Hush is a thrilling game of cat-and-mouse within the typical nightmare of a home invasion, yet it also turns conventions of that familiar terror on its head.

For instance, the savvy angle about this movie is Kate Siegel (who co-wrote the movie with Flanagan) plays Maddie, a deaf and mute woman living in the woods alone. Like Audrey Hepburn’s blind woman from the progenitor of home invasion stories, Wait Until Dark (1967), Maddie is completely isolated when she is marked for death by a menacing monster in human flesh.

Like the masked villains of so many more generic home invasion movies (I’m looking square at you, Strangers), John Gallagher Jr.’s “Man” wears a mask as he sneaks into her house. However, the functions of this story are laid bare since we actually keep an eye on what the “Man” is doing at all times, and how he is getting or not getting into the house in any given scene. He isn’t aided by filmmakers who’ve given him faux-supernatural and omnipotent abilities like other versions of these stories, and he’s not an “Other;” he’s a man who does take his mask off, and his lust for murder is not so much fetishized as shown for the repulsive behavior that it is. And still, Maddie proves to be both resourceful and painfully ill-equipped to take him on in this tense battle of wills.

Insidious

Insidious is the start of a multi-film horror franchise and a pretty good one at that. Patrick Wilson and Rose Byrne star as a married couple who move into a new home with their three kids. Shortly after they move in, their son Dalton is drawn to a shadow in the attic and then falls into a mysterious coma from which they can’t wake him.

It’s at this point that the Lamberts do what horror fans always yell at characters to do: they move out of the damn house! Little do they know, however, that some hauntings go beyond mere domiciles.

The Invitation

Seeing your ex is always uncomfortable, but imagine if your ex-wife invited you to a dinner party with her new husband? That is just about the least creepy thing in this taut thriller nestled in the Hollywood Hills.

Indeed, in The Invitation Logan Marshall-Green’s Will is invited by his estranged wife (Tammy Blanchard) for dinner with her new hubby David (Michael Huisman of Game of Thrones). David apparently wanted to extend the bread-breaking offer personally since he has something he wants to invite both Will and all his other guests into joining. And it isn’t a game of Scrabble…

It Comes at Night

Surviving the apocalypse comes with a certain amount of questions. For starters, what do you do after you survive a global pandemic thanks to your secluded cabin in the woods…and then someone comes knocking? That’s the situation that the family consisting of Paul (Joel Edgerton), Sarah (Carmen Ejogo), and Travis (Kelvin Harrison Jr.) find themselves in in It Comes at Night.

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When Paul and his family come across another family in the woods seeking shelter and water, they hesitantly welcome them in. But this soon proves to be a dangerous decision. Having guests in the real world is annoying enough to deal with and it only becomes harder when you suspect that any one of them could be sick with a highly-contagious, utterly fatal illness.

Paranormal Activity

Ignore the sequels. Yes, you know they’re bad and we know they’re bad. But long before “the Ghost Dimension” (whatever the hell that means), there was this eerie surprise hit that started it all. A movie which was estimated to be the most profitable movie of all time in its day–earning $193.4 million worldwide on a budget of $15,000–Paranormal Activity put Blumhouse Productions on the map and is still a supremely affecting piece of atmosphere.

Presented as the true story of a young, and not wholly likable, couple (Katie Featherston and Micah Sloat), the film follows the pair as they attempt to document the bumps they’re hearing in the house at night–only to discover a demonic presence and some repressed memories for one party. A still brilliant exercise in sound design, tension, and the uncanny ability to trick audiences into believing what they’re seeing is actually happening, this remains the best found footage horror movie ever made.

Poltergeist

Before there was Insidious, The Conjuring, or a myriad of other “suburban family vs. haunted house” movies, there was Poltergeist. Taking ghost stories out of the Gothic setting of ancient castles or decrepit mansions and hotels, Poltergeist moved the spirits into the middle class American heartland of the 1980s. With a smart screenplay by no less than Steven Spielberg (and, according to some, his ghost direction), Poltergeist finds the Freeling family privy to a disquieting fact about their new home: It’s built on top of a cemetery!

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You probably know the story, and if you don’t you can guess it after decades of copycats that followed, but this special effects-laden spectacle still holds up, especially as a thriller that can be enjoyed by the whole family. Fair warning though, if your kids have a tree outside their window or a clown doll under their bed, we don’t take responsibility for the years of therapy bills this may inflict!

Red Dragon

The often overlooked other child of the Hannibal Lecter movie family, Red Dragon is no The Silence of the Lambs, no matter how much it wishes it was. Nor is it as visually evocative or luscious as Ridley Scott’s decadent Hannibal. Nevertheless, we find this prequel to both films to be at least worthy of association with the former, and ultimately more satisfying than the latter. A definite attempt to reshape Thomas Harris’ first novel to feature the Lecter character into a Silence of the Lambs clone, Red Dragon still has quite a bit to enjoy.

At the top of the list is of course Sir Anthony Hopkins as Hannibal for the third and final time. Definitely his hammiest iteration of the character, even a campy Hopkins is impossible to resist given the not-so-good doctor’s droll wit or distinct taste palate. Director Brett Ratner’s framing around Lecter is competent enough, and he wisely gets a superb supporting cast who can overwhelm any shortcomings.

Edward Norton is a compelling lead FBI detective; Philip Seymour Hoffman is delightfully repellent as a tabloid journalist who suffers a terrifying fate; and Ralph Fiennes roars as the serial killer who inflicts that fate on Hoffman. It may be no Manhunter–Michael Mann’s first adaptation of the source novel–but Red Dragon‘s the one on Netflix. So love the one you’re with!

The Silence of the Lambs

If you are only going to watch one Hannibal Lecter movie, this is the all-time masterpiece which remains the sole horror movie to win an Oscar for Best Picture. An absolutely gripping thriller even 30 years later, Jonathan Demme’s movie is an all-time great because of stellar performances and a sharp screenplay told by an even sharper eye.

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Here is the movie that kicked off the serial killer craze in Hollywood during the ’90s. Yet more than the gory details, what lingers in the mind are little things like an opening sequence that introduces Clarice Starling (Jodie Foster) as the lone woman on an elevator full of FBI ubermensches, or the way Anthony Hopkins breaks his unrelenting stare to mispronounce “Chianti” with dripping disdain for the Yokel sent to interview him. Every facet of this movie works, and thus it hasn’t aged a day. We do recommend watching it with a side of fava beans, though.

Sinister

One of the better Blumhouse chillers to come out of the 2010s, Sinister is the case of a brilliant elevator pitch meeting a superior pair of talents in director Scott Derrickson and star Ethan Hawke to bring it to life.

The setup of the movie is simple: There is a pagan demon god who will consume the soul of any nearby children whenever someone sees him. And not just him, but recreations of his image on walls. And wouldn’t you know it, true crime journalist Ellison (Hawke) just moved into a house with an attic full of home movies stuffed to the gills with Bughuul. And Ellison’s daughter is right downstairs. Uh oh.

Sleepy Hollow

As much a comedy as a horror film, Tim Burton’s Sleepy Hollow should always be on the table when discussing October viewing options. After all, this demented reimagining of Washington Irving’s classic short story, “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow,” never forgets the selling point is to have them rolling in the aisles. And more than a few heads do just that.

As a film with the most varied and imaginative uses of decapitation, Sleepy Hollow cuts a bloody path across Upstate New York. In fact, despite its American setting, we might as well confess what Sleepy Hollow really is: a modern version of a Hammer horror movie.

Burton incorporates all of his favorite tropes here: The intentionally stuffy faux-British acting (even though all the characters are of Dutch descent); the exaggerated and formal clothing; more than a few heaving bosoms; and lots and lots of gore. This film is so perfectly macabre and gleefully grotesque that you might even be forgiven for not noticing at first glance how dryly funny and deadpan a place this Sleepy Hollow tends to be.

Splice

What if Dr. Frankenstein banged his monster? That is just one of several creepy elements to Splice, a weird psychosexual sci-fi/horror hybrid. Directed by Vincenzo Natali and starring Adrien Brody and Sarah Polley as the world’s worst scientists, Splice follows two not-so-smart doctors who attempt to play God by creating an entire new species of creature they name Dren (Delphine Chanéac).

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At first a computer-generated child with alien eyes and a roping tail, Dren soon grows from girl to young woman, seducer to… well, something even more unexpected. Weird, unpleasant, and ultimately unshakable like that one bad dream, Splice plays with ideas of identity, gender, and parenthood.

Sweetheart

Don’t let the name fool you, Sweetheart is very much a horror movie. What kind of horror movie, you ask? Well, after a boat sinks during a storm, young Jennifer Remming (Kiersey Clemons) is the only survivor. She washes ashore a small island and gets to work burying her friends, creating shelter, and foraging for food. You know: deserted island stuff.

Soon, however, Jenn will come to find that the island is not as deserted as she previously thought. There’s something out there – something big, dangerous, and hungry. Sweetheart is like Castaway meets Predator and it’s another indie horror hit for Blumhouse.

Tucker and Dale vs. Evil

Tucker and Dale vs. Evil is a fantastic little satire on the horror genre that, in a similar fashion to Scream, is packed with laughs, gore, and a bit of a message. When a group of preppy college students head out to the backwoods for a camping trip, they stumble upon two good-natured good ol’ boys that they mistake for homicidal hillbillies.

Their quick, off-the-mark judgment of Tucker and Dale lead to these snobs getting themselves into sticky, often bloody, and hilariously over-the-top situations. Tucker and Dale vs. Evil rides a one-joke premise to successful heights and teaches audiences to not judge a book by its cover.

Under the Shadow

This 2016 effort could not possibly be more timely as it sympathizes, and terrorizes, an Iranian single mother and child in 1980s Tehran. Like a draconian travel ban, Shideh (Narges Rashidi) and her son Dorsa (Avin Manshadi) are malevolently targeted by a force of supreme evil.

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This occurs after Dorsa’s father, a doctor, is called away to serve the Iranian army in post-revolution and war-torn Iran. In his absence evil seeps in… as does a quality horror movie with heightened emotional weight.

Underworld

No one is going to mistake Underworld for high art. That obvious fact makes the lofty pretensions of these movies all the more endearing. With a cast of high-minded British theatrical actors, many trained in the Royal Shakespeare Company, at least the early movies in this Gothic horror/action mash-up series were overflowing with histrionic self-importance and grandiosity.

Take the first and best in the series. In the margins you have Bill Nighy and Michael Sheen portraying the patriarchs of warring factions of vampires and werewolves, and a love story caught between their violence that’ shamelessly modeled on Romeo and Juliet. It’s ridiculous, especially with Scott Speedman playing one party. But when the other is the oft-underrated Kate Beckinsale it doesn’t matter.

The movie’s bombast becomes the movie’s first virtue, and Len Wiseman’s penchant for glossy slick visuals, which would look at home in the sexiest Eurotrash graphic novel at the bookstore, is its other. Combined they make this a guilty good time. Though we recommend not venturing past the second or third movie.

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P. Hale | Teen Wolf

Muse Name: Peter Michaelis Hale

Other Names: N/A

Face Claim: Ian Bohen

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Age: 42

Birthday: October 27th

Species: Born Werewolf

Sexual Preference: Bisexual

Family: Tali Hale [sister, deceased], Derek Hale [nephew], Cora Hale [niece], Laura Hale [niece, deceased], Malia Hale [daughter]

Abilities: Shapeshifting [charcoal grey wolf], enhanced healing, reflexes and senses, pain transference, memory transference

History: Peter was born roughly ten years after his well beloved sister, Talia. There was a time when Peter thought perhaps there were other siblings between himself and his eldest sister, but the names and the like have since left him in the years since the fire. From a young age, he was often left out of the many activities despite his strength. A fast learner when it came to battle strategy and hunting, his role of appearance as just a normal kid when around the townfolk was a slightly harder destination for him. The pack took to those who adapted to both much more easily; wanting to keep hunters off their scent if possible. Peter, for all his understanding of why he needed to act human, felt a rift beginning to form. In his free time, he would explore the woods, finding little places no one had found on the vast Hale property, including a few places he would use later on in his life. His favorite place was a little hidden waterfall. It wasn’t vast or even very tall in comparison to others he had seen in pictures and books, but it was calm and peaceful and there was a fair amount of lush green to hide not only his scent but the very location of the fall. It became his biggest comfort when things went awry.

His father wasn’t kind by any stretch of the word. In fact, more often than not, the man’s frustrations with the other children, the “good kids”, would be unleashed on Peter as a stand in. Peter just took it, knowing no one in the pack would believe him anyway. They had done their best to shun him since he had learned a sense of control over his inner wolf that was uncanny because he wasn’t evolved, which was a hard trait in and of itself to receive. He spent many nights laying in his bathroom as wounds healed so he could clean without anyone’s notice. After a few years, Peter had a few young nieces and nephews he would tend to from time to time, but mostly he kept to himself. He continued to explore, eventually finding an old shack looking place that he began to rebuild in secret, eventually making a little house with working lights and keeping a path to the fall open from the little area around his home. Once it was complete, he often spent nights there, hidden from his family and buried in a mound of books about everything from old rituals to forgotten languages.

Academically, Peter excelled. By the time he was graduating Middle school, he was a star athlete, being recruited into the Beacon Hills High School basketball program with hardly a blink. He was the master of five languages by the time he met one Chris Argent; a young teen that Peter felt an instant connection to, drawn to the other male like a moth to flame. He found a good friend in Chris, someone who understood him and cared even when no one else did. Peter didn’t dare let anyone see he had a friend, let alone that he was falling for a human - he was already a disgrace in the family for his strange balance between human and wolf. So whenever they wanted to study, they would meet at a park or something of the sort. Eventually Peter showed Chris his little cabin, letting the other teen stay over, content to have Chris’ scent linger in a space only the two of them had. However, that content feeling began to vanish after a while, both human and wolf wanting more with Chris than just friends. With unsure reluctance, Peter found a way to tell Chris, stunned to find the other felt the same. The two knew it was something no one could ever know about, with Chris’ family being hunters and Peter’s family, although not violent or harmful, being werewolves.

Keeping their relationship hidden wasn’t hard; the pack Peter belonged to often didn’t realize he was gone as long as he was there for meals and Chris’ family wasn’t really talked about. Peter never pressed about them, knowing he really didn’t know anything about his family anymore aide from the fact that Talia was now alpha, and that he had more nephews and nieces around. Living separated from their respective worlds became a safe haven for Peter. Forgetting about the expectations of his pack, such as his supposedly new role as pack enforcer, gave Peter a kind of peace. He wanted to keep people safe, but not a t the cost of his own will should his alpha command it. He fell further for the younger male than he could have expected, not thinking that anyone could ever find out or even suspect how close he and Chris truly were. At least until he was ambushed after a practice and taken somewhere secluded, where he finally met the patriarch, Gerard. The meeting wasn’t warm, in fact, it was to give Peter one chance to keep Chris alive. He could leave and Chris’ life would be spared, or he could continue to see the young hunter and watch as Gerard himself cut the boy in two before he burned the entire pack. Fear for his mate took over, and Peter was petrified of watching Chris die in any way, let alone at the hands of his own father, so agreed to leave. He was young and stupid, and his worry for Chris kept him from realizing he could ask Chris to leave with him, cut all ties to both their families and just stay together. Leaving led him to the mountains for a while, where his balance wavered between which had more influence. When he returned, his oldest nephew had a human interest, and Peter longed to keep the pain he’d felt at losing Chris from happening to Derek, so he helped set up a way to make it happen, but it didn’t work, and in the end, Peter began trusting his wolf side more. And then Kate showed back up. Peter knew the scent, could see what was happening. Gerard wasn’t going to follow through with the entire agreement.

He immediately went to Talia, trying to explain what was going to happen without revealing his bond to Chris, but to no avail. Much like his childhood, he was merely a pawn under his sister. And when the fire occurred, the screams and smell of burning flesh surrounding him, Peter felt a sense of betrayal and sought to get out first before coming back for others. He managed to find a way out, but was trapped under a collapsing beam and although dragged out and kept alive, his body fell into a coma. The inner wolf had control, working to heal the burns so severe Peter should have died. Trapped, Peter was unable to do anything as what was left of his pack disbanded, disappearing until the only visits he got were from doctors and nurses to check his vitals and how well the burns were healing. Left to the silence of his own mind, the human side of Peter was lost more and more with each passing day until at last the wolf had full and unrestricted access to everything Peter was. And the results were not going to be pretty. Quite literally out of his mind, Peter began searching for a way to boost what little healing was left. He ended up killing his niece, Laura, who was also the pack alpha. The strength was such a surge that the side in control lost it’s grip and Peter ended up a cold, almost heartless monster. He killed anyone responsible that he could find, regardless of how close they were to the start of or the cover up of the blaze.

When the Argents returned to town, the monster Peter had become was aware time was almost up, and it was ready for the final battle. It found its way into having a pack; turning a young teen named Scott in the process [and entirely unaware of what was to become of his first beta]. He took away the will and had no problem shedding blood of all kinds. But a line was crossed when Derek went missing and Kate’s scent was everywhere. The bitch had finally returned. And now it was time to complete the circle of vendetta. Kate would be the last one of those involved and her blood would be what he enjoyed the most in taking. His move to kill the renegade met him face to face with Allison - who wore the Argent family crest around her neck and was coated in a scent Peter knew all too well…Chris. Unable to bring himself to kill the girl, he had every intention of letting her go and escaping, but was stopped, ultimately dying at his nephew’s hand. Good thing a backup plan was already in motion.

Peter had bitten Lydia on purpose, knowing full well what she was before she did and awakening the abilities. Using her, he cast a spell that brought him back and he moved to take a place in the pack his nephew had begun to make, only to watch it scatter all over again. That summer was spent searching mindlessly for Erica and Boyd along Isaac and Derek, and Peter grew restless, concerned that they couldn’t pick up the scent. Finding out why led to yet another war having been drawn in. The alpha pack wanted two of the rarest alphas, and Peter felt some pride in helping make Scott what he was. But it began to come to a head when Jennifer Blake manipulated his nephew to get what she wanted and nothing else. That kind of treatment left that gaping hole from the loss of his family seethe, and Peter made sure to rake his claws through Jennifer’s neck where Deucalion had already sliced through the woman.

Now, long after the deadpool, Kate’s coming back with berserkers at her bidding and Peter’s using her to try and get the power back he knew he could control, Peter has escaped the end result of Eichen House and has reclaimed the power of alpha from a rogue named Ashelina, who was out to gut everyone in Beacon Hills one ata time until she had the town on its knees for her. Having met Peter first, the she-wolf didn’t last long and was found torn up by authorities.

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Peter Hale || Teen Wolf

Name: Peter Michaelis Hale

Alias: N/A

Face Claim: Ian Bohen

Age: 42

Species: Werewolf

Special Abilities/Powers: Shapeshifting [charcoal grey wolf], enhanced healing, reflexes and senses, pain transference, memory transference

He immediately went to Talia, trying to explain what was going to happen without revealing his bond to Chris, but to no avail. Much like his childhood, he was merely a pawn under his sister. And when the fire occurred, the screams and smell of burning flesh surrounding him, Peter felt a sense of betrayal and sought to get out first before coming back for others. He managed to find a way out, but was trapped under a collapsing beam and although dragged out and kept alive, his body fell into a coma. The inner wolf had control, working to heal the burns so severe Peter should have died. Trapped, Peter was unable to do anything as what was left of his pack disbanded, disappearing until the only visits he got were from doctors and nurses to check his vitals and how well the burns were healing. Left to the silence of his own mind, the human side of Peter was lost more and more with each passing day until at last the wolf had full and unrestricted access to everything Peter was. And the results were not going to be pretty. Quite literally out of his mind, Peter began searching for a way to boost what little healing was left. HE ended up killing his niece, Laura, who was also the pack alpha. The strength was such a surge that the side in control lost it’s grip and Peter ended up a cold, almost heartless monster. He killed anyone responsible that he could find, regardless of how close they were to the start of or the cover up of the blaze.

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I Do

It happens once in a lifetime

A divine meeting between souls

fated and predestined by the universe.

An encounter so right

it feels like home

It's your soul falling in love

with another soul.

Pay attention, it happens only once

and never again.

"And they lived happily ever after." Max proclaimed from his seat on the carriage. He was dressed as a fairy tale coachman straight out of a Walt Disney fantasy. Jennifer was wrapped in Jonathan's arms and she had never felt so certain of anything as she had when he proposed. The moment they met something in her had said 'Oh there you are, I've been waiting for you.' Not love at first sight exactly but a certainty that he was the place her heart would call home.

Jonathan had known from the moment he saw her in the hotel bar that she would be his. He hadn't been looking for forever, he thought she would be a diversion. For a night, a week, a way to lay to rest the ghost of Nikki Stephanos. It wasn't that he was a playboy, far from it, when he was with a woman he was with her completely. He didn't run around and he didn't cheat. He just hadn't found a woman yet with whom he wanted to settle down long term. Maybe he never would. But then ...

One month later

The little church was filled with people. So many that Jonathan was amazed word hadn't gotten out. But the lack of paparazzi proved that their friends had kept their secret. He was surprised that Jennifer didn't want a lavish spectacle of a wedding. Just the two of them with Max and Evangeline standing up for them, in the little country church in Hill Haven and a reception at her father's house.

They had invited only very close friends and family, asking everyone to keep their secret. He stood with Max at the front of the church now waiting for Jennifer and Eva to come down the aisle. He'd expected to feel nervous if he ever found himself here, but with Jennifer all he felt was happiness.

She was late. The processional had played but she hadn't appeared and now there were murmurs from the pews wondering where she was. Jonathan seemed to be the only one not worried right now. Yes, she was late, but he had absolute faith in her. She would never let him down. And so he waited.

She was late. Jennifer was almost done with her hair but she should have been downstairs by now. They were quite literally playing her song. But she wanted to look perfect for Jonathan. The heavy white satin gown she wore gleamed in the afternoon light. It needed no ornamentation, just a simple column of creamy satin, long-sleeved but off her shoulders. And the short veil that was more of an ornament for her hair as she would not be covering her face. This would be the only wedding they would ever have and Jonathan had agreed to her request to keep it small with no press coverage.

Jonathan Hart getting married would be front-page news but she wanted the day to be about them, not putting on a spectacle for the media. So, now she quickly pinned the veil in her hair and ran down the stairs. At last Eva poked her head into the main chapel and signaled the guitarist to play the processional again.

Left, together, right, together, left, together, right. Jennifer concentrated on her walk, eyes on Jonathan beaming at her from the altar. In fact, she was so focused on Jonathan that she didn't notice when her heel caught the carpet and sent her listing to the side. Her father steadied her before she fell but in the process, she elbowed her Aunt Martha who did fall, right through the stained glass window. She wasn't injured thank goodness, and the wedding was able to continue after Jonathan wrote a large 'donation' check to the church's building fund.

"I promise to give you the best of myself and always accept you the way you are. I fell in love with your strength and your fire just as much as your kindness. I knew right away that you were it for me, with no reservations or second thoughts. I promise to keep myself open to you and to make you a part of every aspect of my life. I found you without looking, and I love you without trying. I promise to share with you everything I have to give. I will lift your sorrows, and light your way in darkness. For as long as I live." He slid the diamond crusted band onto her finger as he finished speaking. That was another thing that had surprised him. Jennifer didn't want some huge, flashy ring. She had selected a plain gold band at first and only accepted the diamond one at his urging.

"I want to thank you for being the love I needed when I didn't even know that I needed it. Sometimes a heart just recognizes home, and I knew in my bones that my soul had known your soul lifetimes ago. I give you my heart forever. I promise to always stand by your side, in good times and bad. I promise to work together with you to solve the issues that we will face from time to time. I promise to value you always and love you with everything I have to give. I will lift your sorrows and light your way in the darkness. For as long as I live." Jennifer slid the gold band onto Jonathan's hand with tears in her eyes.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. Jonathan, kiss your bride."

"With pleasure Reverend." Jonathan gripped her shoulders and kissed her thoroughly. It seemed to last forever, and when it ended Jennifer turned to whisper in his ear.

"I love you so much."

"I am going to kiss you until the only name you will ever taste is mine." He responded fiercely.

"I am yours, and you are mine. Forever." She told him.

The reception was lovely. Stephen Edwards had tented the yard and everyone mingled and talked and just enjoyed themselves immensely. Jonathan knew that most women in her position would have wanted a formal, catered affair that wouldn't be nearly as much fun.

Jennifer wandered about, hugging everyone, laughing all the time. Absolutely uncaring that her white gown was dragging in the grass and dirt. She only laughed at the stains and told him,

"I'll never need a wedding gown again. Isn't that what we just promised each other?"

"I can't even look at you without wanting to kiss you. I will love you for all my life, I know it." He promised again. He leaned in close so no one would overhear. "I want to be alone with you. I want my hands on you and your scent on my skin."

"Let's go. The party will continue without us." She whispered against his ear They were spending the night at a little bed & breakfast nearby and leaving for their honeymoon tomorrow. No one except Stephen saw them slip away and he smiled to himself. He had snuck away with Jennifer's mother a few times as well.

After Jennifer had admitted that they hadn't made love that first night, Jonathan had decided that she was worth waiting for. Although neither of them was a virgin, tonight would be the first time they made love. It had seemed a romantic and chivalrous choice at the time but these past weeks had been torture.

Jennifer changed into a delicate white silk negligee she had bought especially for tonight. She couldn't believe she was actually nervous. Jonathan, waiting in the bedroom, had a few butterflies as well. He wasn't afraid of disappointing her as a lover but he was deathly afraid of not being a good enough husband to her. A strong marriage doesn't just happen, it takes a consistent investment of time and thoughtfulness. He vowed to himself that he would never allow work to ever take precedence over spending time with her. She came into the room now and every thought in his head was silenced at the sight of her. She climbed into the big bed and turned the bedside lamp off so the room was lit only by the crackling fire.

"You are so lovely Mrs. Hart."

"Why thank you, Mr. Hart."His kisses were gentle at first but deepened when she sweetly opened her mouth to him. His hands stroked her shoulders slipping the thin straps of her gown down and exposing her breasts to his touch. The hard points of her nipples grew even harder at his touch and he lowered his mouth to suckle first one then the other. Jennifer gasped as he bit down lightly on one.

"Do that again." She felt the electric jolt of pleasure racing through her as his teeth scraped across the sensitive flesh once more. Her hands danced on his skin, touching, stroking, dragging her nails lightly through the thick mat of his chest hair. She moved lower but he gently shifted away from her touch.

"Not yet Darling. Let's not end things so quickly." He kissed her again to take the sting from his words.

"Como el amor es ciego los amantes deben acariciarse mucho" Jennifer had traveled all over the world and spoke seven languages in addition to loving poetry. Jonathan could read a schematic and build or disassemble all manner of electronics but he had no facility for languages so he waited for her to translate. "as love is blind, so lovers must caress each other a lot."

"I could not have said it better." He murmured against her skin. His tongue laved her nipple again while his hands drifted down her back and around her hips. He stroked the satiny length of her thighs, every pass bringing him closer to his ultimate goal. Her breath came faster when he finally reached her core. Tender, rhythmic strokes on petal-soft skin until she came apart in his arms. Only then did he move to cover her body with his own. She was slick and ready for him, her heat nearly overwhelming him as he entered her. Delicious friction driving them both to new heights.

He stayed with her, moving in and out slowly until he felt her climaxing again. Only then did he let go, chasing her into oblivion.

They made love again and again throughout the night and when morning came they made love in the shower. Eventually, they managed to get dressed and meet Stephen for breakfast before he drove them to the airport for their flight.

Since they were still avoiding the press they were taking the Hart Industries jet to the Hanging Horn Resort in Moose Lake Minnesota. Jonathan had reserved them a private cabin at the farthest edge of the grounds under the names Al and Mona Mundy. They could swim and fish and make love to their heart's content. Jennifer read aloud to him Napoleon's letters to Josephine, listening to her read love letters in french never failed to affect him.

The caretaker Mr. Chalmers brought them meals twice a day on a tray. For lunch, Jonathan cooked for her. She was educated, well-traveled, and an amazing lover, but her cooking skills were abysmal. Fortunately for both of them, Max had taught Jonathan to cook quite well and he loved being able to take care of her in every way. Other than Mr. Chalmers they saw no one those first few days.

Jonathan called Max each day at ten a.m. for any messages but they spoke to no one else. It was an idyllic two weeks. He promised to take her to Paris or Tuscany later in the year, after the press had been informed of their marriage and moved on to other things but Jennifer didn't care. They made love, and ate, and made love some more. It seemed to her a perfect honeymoon. She loved that rush, when he took her in his arms, knowing she was safe there, and loved always.

They couldn't know that they weren't as alone as they thought they were. They had only been trying to hide from the press, they had no idea there was someone much more persistent watching them. Eric Calhoun had been a maintenance man in the Jonathan Hart building for more than ten years. He had watched Mr. Hart striding around like the king of the world. Had seen the fancy office with the multiline phones and two executive secretaries. Mr. Hart wore a suit and tie, not a grey canvas coverall. And Mr. Hart ate lunch at Chasens and La Scala, not bologna and egg salad. It wasn't fair.

Eric had made a study of Jonathan Hart, trying to figure out why he was so much more deserving than Eric. And now Mr. Hart had gotten himself a beautiful wife too. It wasn't fair that Mr. Hart should have all that money and a woman like her too. And it's not even like Jonathan was that smart. He'd thrown the reservation information for the lakeside resort in his office trash can.

When Eric found the crumpled paper with the confirmation on it he had seen his chance to even the score a little. He'd put in for vacation time in order to arrive at the resort a day ahead of the happy couple and now spent his days on the far side of the lake with a pair of binoculars. He'd watched them swim and walk along the shore holding hands. His binoculars were powerful enough that he could see the title of the book she was reading aloud as well as the movement of her lips. It was some french thing that looked boring as hell. After he discovered that they were rather lax about closing the curtains he'd stayed at his perch late into the night scanning the windows but none of them offered him the vantage point he needed and all he got for his troubles were a few thousand mosquito bites.

Once the Harts realized that the people of Moose Lake weren't going to out them to the press unless he married a Kardashian, Jonathan took his bride bowling, and to the movies, and shopping in town. They even spent a day at the county fair, riding heart-attack-inducing rickety rides, and eating cotton candy and funnel cakes. Growing up in the orphanage, things like fairs and fried food on sticks were unknowns to him. But Jennifer was like a breath of spring, shaking up his world and making him feel like a kid again.

He decided to hand the reins of his many companies over to his most senior and trusted VP Eugene Hayes, at least for the day to day operations, for a while and spend some time with this amazing wife of his. Her infectious laugh, her deep well of kindness, her love of adventure, made her irresistible to him.

For the first time in his life, he didn't want to go to work. And Jennifer didn't know it yet, but shortly after he proposed he had taken a trip to Switzerland and moved ten million dollars from his personal accounts into one in her name so she would always be protected if anything should happen to him.

Now, whirling through the air on some contraption called The Vertigo, he looked at her in the next swing over. They were flying around ninety feet in the air, the wind blowing her hair in a hundred different directions and she wasn't even holding onto the little bar that kept her in the chair. She had her arms in the air, laughing at the wind.

"Darling, you amaze me," He told her when the ride was done and they were on the ground once more. "Is there anything you're afraid of?"

"Only losing you." She answered him seriously.

"Well, that is the one thing you never have to worry about. Shall we find a patch of grass, the fireworks should be starting soon."

"Take me back to the cabin. We can make our own fireworks." She kissed his ear, making him shiver and wish they were already there.

The drive back to the resort took the better part of an hour and it was fully dark by the time they pulled up to their cabin.

The back of Jonathan's neck was tingling in a most delightful way from the feel of Jennifer's fingernails tracing delicate designs on it all the way home and it took him two tries to get the key seated into the lock properly. But when he swung the door open they both gasped. The room was in shambles, furniture overturned and cupboards emptied. Oddly enough, nothing seemed to be missing, just destroyed. Once they determined that the cabin was empty Jonathan called Mr. Chalmers and asked him to notify the local sheriff. While they waited for the police to arrive they started cleaning up the cabin. That's when they made the second startling discovery of the night, only Jonathan's things had been damaged. His suitcase had been upended, clothing had been cut to ribbons and a wristwatch was smashed. Jennifer's clothes were all intact as was her jewelry.

The sheriffs deputy took a report but didn't sound overly confident at finding a culprit.

"Mr. Hart, ma'am, it was likely some teenagers out causing mischief." He told them.

"But only my husband's things were damaged." Jennifer pointed out. "Is that supposed to be a coincidence?"

"It's likely you interrupted them before they got to your things ma'am. They probably heard your vehicle and high-tailed it out the back. Well, if you have any more trouble you just give a call back." Deputy Hale handed Jonathan his card and shook their hands then disappeared into the night. Mr. Chalmers apologized profusely and offered to move them to another cabin but the Hart's elected to stay in their 'honeymoon haven'. He promised to send housekeeping over in the morning and took his leave as well.

Jonathan checked the doors and windows carefully and closed the drapes tightly while Jennifer started to tidy up the worst of the mess. It was past midnight when they decided to turn in.

"Jonathan, do you think they will come back?" Jennifer sounded nervous as they climbed into bed together.

"I doubt it, Darling. In all likelihood Deputy Hale was right and it was just some bored kids."

"I don't believe that and neither do you."

"No, I don't," he admitted. "But there is nothing we can do tonight. Just try to sleep, Darling."

"Sleep?" She asked, incredulous. "Have you forgotten I'm on my honeymoon Sir?"

"I have not," he answered, pulling her into his arms and kissing her soundly.

Tonight she had chosen a vintage negligee from the '40s that made the most of her modest curves. The champagne-colored silk turned her pale skin luminous in the low light and Jonathan's hands stroked across her skin as gently as the fabric did. He was sitting up in the bed, propped against the headboard and pillows, necessarily nude as all of his clothing had been destroyed.

Jennifer cuddled in his lap, working to recapture the lighthearted pleasure of the day. Fortunately, no one was hurt and the only casualties were some easily replaceable clothes.

"Trust me, Darling, you won't need anything tonight." She whispered against his ear, moving her body over his. His body responded immediately, his hands moving to slide the gown up her legs. Always a very tactile person, Jonathan was discovering just how much he loved the feel of silks and satins gliding under his hands as he touched her. He was addicted to her, to skimming ultra-soft marabou or fluffy feather trims over her skin. And when the luxe fabrics gave way to warm, silky flesh and he could touch her and explore all of the different textures of her. Running his fingers through her thick red curls, holding the strength in her hands when they walked together, the soft, soft skin of her inner thighs. He seemed to find new ways to delight in her every day.

Now he stroked her breasts through the lace bodice of her gown as she moved to take him inside her, slowly, inch by agonizing inch. When he was seated firmly inside her, when she was filled with him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and began to move slowly. Her eyes were wide and shining, watching his. Knowing exactly what she was doing to him. And then she leaned in close and his lips parted slightly in anticipation, she gave him the most sweetly chaste kiss. He was quickly learning that the most consistent thing about this delightful creature he married was her unpredictability. And that might be the sexiest thing of all.

In the morning, he took her to breakfast then they went shopping for some new clothes. He felt decidedly grubby wearing the same clothes as yesterday. While they were gone Mr. Chalmers' housekeeping staff worked their magic on the cabin so that by the time they returned all was restored. A couple of new lamps and one side table had been exchanged but otherwise, the little bungalow was as it had been.

"Let's go swimming." He suggested after lunch and Jennifer quickly joined him changing into a suit. As soon as she was dressed she ran for the dock, calling back over her shoulder

"Last one to the raft buys dinner." She dove cleanly into the water and began a fast overhand stroke that had her nearly a quarter of the way to the floating raft before he made it to the water. He swam as hard as he could and barely managed to pull even with her, grabbing the raft's ladder a split second before she did.

"Looks like supper is on you, Darling." He smiled at her and pulled himself up out of the water, lying down on the sunny float. Jennifer was laughing again as she followed him up the ladder, kneeling over him and shaking out her wet hair onto his face.

Eric watched them lying together on the raft kissing and touching each other casually, but frequently. Looking at them right now no one could mistake them for anything other than the honeymooners they were. But where most would see a couple obviously deeply in love and perhaps remember fondly a time when they felt the same, Eric was consumed only with jealousy. The Harts' happiness ate at him like a cancer, eclipsing and destroying any joy he might have felt.

He fantasized about killing Jonathan right now where he lay on the raft. He didn't doubt that he could shoot him and be well away before Deputy Dog showed up. But what if the cop was smarter than he appeared? If he thought to check the register and cross-check the other guests he would learn that one guest not only came from Los Angeles but worked in the Hart building. Eric wasn't about to risk his freedom no matter how satisfying it would be to eliminate the great Jonathan Hart.

"Sitting in the drive-up lot at the Dairy Queen eating burgers and chili cheese fries isn't exactly what I had in mind for supper Darling." He was saying now.

"You were expecting maybe The Four Seasons Minnesota franchise?" She asked with a grin. "Has there been any news from Deputy Hale?"

"I don't think Deputy Hale could find a pair of stolen panties if the girl was still in them," Jonathan remarked cynically. "Hey look, there's a 'movies in the park' event tonight. They are running a John Wayne double bill, The Horse Soldiers and Hellfighters."

"Oh Jonathan, let's go. It will be fun."

"All right, I haven't seen Hellfighters since I was a kid." They stopped at a Walmart to pick up a waterproof picnic blanket and a big stadium blanket to wrap up in if the evening turned chilly.

The films were projected onto the side of the courthouse with speakers dotted around the grassy square. They found a spot on the grass and Jennifer spread the waterproof picnic cloth on the ground while Jonathan bought two paper bags of popcorn from the vendor. He settled onto the blanket with his wife lounging against his legs just as the first images flickered to life.

"You know," he said when The Horse Soldiers had finished and they were waiting for the second movie to begin. "I heard a story about when they were filming The Horse Soldiers down in Louisiana. John Wayne was staying on location but Bill Holden was staying in a Shreveport hotel. The director John Ford had forbidden the Duke from drinking during filming so Bill came up with an excuse that Duke needed to visit a dentist in Shreveport and the two of them went out carousing and got absolutely shit-faced drunk. But they still showed up on time and ready to work the next morning."

"They certainly lived large back then," Jennifer commented dryly. She had never seen Hellfighters and greatly enjoyed the second feature. Jonathan had seen the movie already but watching it through her eyes made it seem new. She was fully immersed in the film, laughing at the jokes and gasping at the explosions. She even hid her face in her hands and peeked between her fingers at a particularly tense scene. After the movie, they stopped in at Doc's Bar and Grill for a nightcap.

"Thank you, Darling," Jonathan told her, taking her hands in his.

"For what?" The look of puzzlement on her face was only slightly less charming than the sight of her peeking through her fingers had been.

"For being here with me, for being you, for making me feel like the luckiest man on earth." He raised their clasped hands and kissed her knuckles. They smiled that secret smile at each other, that smile that said they had found what the whole world was searching for.

Eric watched them and silently seethed. He had followed them all evening, taking no pleasure in the movies, nor in the beer he was nursing now.

It started with a kiss. Jennifer had leaned across the little table after his declaration and kissed him. It was innocent at first, but when he felt his heart start to race and the butterflies take flight in his stomach, he hurried them back to the cabin before things got out of hand. She had excused herself to the bathroom and returned wearing a dark green chiffon dressing gown with thick feather trimming down the front and cuffs.

Her perfume was intoxicating, something delicate and new and he nuzzled her neck trying to find the source. He buried his face in the soft feathers of her gown but the haunting scent seemed to be everywhere, and nowhere. His heart thudded wildly in his chest as he parted the sides of the gown to find she wore nothing underneath. Standing, he scooped her up and carried her to the bed, depositing her carefully onto the pile of pillows.

Time slowed to a crawl. He could see himself sitting beside her on the bed, lifting the satin ribbons of her gown, letting them glide slowly through his fingers. He pulled the ends very deliberately, watching the ribbon bow get smaller and smaller until it unraveled altogether and her robe fell open. Her skin appeared even paler than usual next to the deep green feathers.

She made no attempt to close the robe or cover herself. She just let him look. The pulse in her neck fluttered wildly but her expression was calm, a tiny Mona Lisa smile on her face. He took in the dusting of freckles across her nose, already as familiar to him as his own face but suddenly entirely new. Her firm breasts with their cinnamon-colored nipples begging him to touch them. The flat planes of her stomach leading to the patch of soft ginger curls and long, dancer's legs. God, he loved her legs.

The heat in his stare almost burned her. Something in her had come to crave him insatiably, impossibly. The fire from his hands, his mouth, his eyes on her, consumed her to her core. She felt at once fragile and yet so strong in his arms. When he lowered his body over her and she wrapped her legs around him they each felt the same dizzying rush that left them breathless. It was like drinking a whole bottle of the '95 Chateau Margaux very fast.

The room tilted and spun off its axis as they moved together. And when he felt her breath quickening, when his name was a tiny gasp on her lips, he spilled himself inside her like a man on fire.

Eric was furious. Their honeymoon was nearly through and he was no closer to destroying Jonathan Hart than he had been a month ago. The damage in the cabin had done nothing to mollify him. Tearing up a little clothing meant nothing when the man was as rich as Jonathan. Eric meant to take something that Hart could never recover from. He was going to kill Jennifer Hart.

On their plane would be the best place to do it. The pilot would be too busy to discover what was happening in the passenger compartment, and he would have plenty of time to get ... creative.

The Harts stood on the shore in bathrobes and watched the sun coming up over the water. It was their last day. This afternoon they would be flying back to Los Angeles. Jennifer would be sorry to leave this place. Here she had Jonathan's undivided attention, when they returned home she would have to share him with employees, business managers, shareholders, and all manner of people wanting a piece of him. She knew she had to talk to him about it, they had promised not to keep things from each other.

"Jonathan, when we get home. I ... I don't want to become one of those wives left alone all the time. I understand you need to work, and I do too. I just don't want to lose us, to lose this in the shuffle."

"Darling, when we stood in the church I promised to put you first and to make you a part of my life. I meant every word. I've spoken to Eugene about handling a large part of the day to day running of the company so I can have more freedom. Plus, I've put you on Hart Industries Board of Directors so you will have a say in everything we do.

"You will never be one of those wives left alone all the time because I could never leave you alone for long. I'm sure that other opportunities will come along, but we will explore them together. I meant what I said in my vows, you are my life now." He kissed her soundly before they returned to their cabin to get dressed and packed.

Sneaking aboard the Hart Industries Gulfstream wasn't hard but finding a suitable hiding place was damn near impossible. Aside from the pilot's cabin, the jet was mostly one large open space with only a few cupboards and storage closets much too small to provide him with sufficient cover. Eric was forced to conceal himself in the lavatory and hope that no one needed the facilities before he was ready to reveal himself.

He had a large, sharp hunting knife stuck in the back of his belt and he was eager to see the look on Mr. High-and-mighty Jonathan Hart's face when the blade was held against the pretty white throat of his precious Jennifer. He heard the pilot board and start the engines, and a porter obviously bringing on the luggage, then it was silent for about twenty minutes before he heard the muffled sounds of the Harts' moving about and getting settled.

The small jet taxied smoothly then Eric felt the inevitable crush of takeoff. The pressure leveled after a minute or so and he quietly opened the door a bit and peeked out. Luck was on his side, Jonathan was seated facing the front of the plane and Jennifer was in his lap. They were talking softly and didn't notice him creeping silently behind them until he suddenly seized Jennifer by the hair and threw her to the floor.

Jonathan started to jump up but froze when Eric pointed his knife at her. He grabbed her hair again and pulled her up harshly, ordering her to tie Jonathan's hands with a piece of rope from his pocket. Her heart was thudding out of her chest as she knelt in front of her husband and began wrapping the rope around his crossed wrists.

"Tighter." Eric barked at her. She tried to leave some slack in the knot but Eric angrily shoved her aside and tightened the knot harshly. Jonathan had daggers in his eyes watching the intruder seize a handful of Jennifer's hair and drag her back across the aisle into another chair. He tied her hands separately to the armrests of her chair and turned both chairs to face each other across the aisle.

"What are you going to do now Mr. Hart?" He spat the words out with particular emphasis on the honorific and moved behind Jennifer's chair, pressing the blade against her throat. A drop of blood welled up and trickled down her neck as she swallowed hard. Eric then moved the knife up and drew it very lightly along her cheekbone leaving a fresh trail of blood in its wake. The cut was shallow, barely more than a long scratch but it demonstrated clearly how sharp the edge was.

"What do you want?" Jonathan asked, his voice shaking at the sight of his beautiful wife bleeding, with terror in her eyes. "Money? Name your price."

"I don't want your money, Mr. Hart. I want you to lose. I want to see defeat in your eyes as you realize that you can't save your wife. I want you to live with the knowledge that you have lost her forever. I want you to watch as I destroy her in front of you. I want you to feel powerless for once." Eric sounded unhinged as he came out from behind the chair and knelt in front of her again.

With Eric's back to him now Jonathan took advantage of the chance to try and free his hands. He had crossed his wrists deliberately because it gave him a tiny bit of slack to work with. Jennifer made a small sound like a fox in a trap and Jonathan looked up sharply. Eric had sliced her navy blue blouse open and was running the flat side of the knife along the edges of her matching bra.

Jonathan's vision went as red as the blood that stained her throat. He twisted his wrists again with a strength he didn't know he possessed. The rope cut deeply into his skin but he could feel it loosening a fraction.

"I need you to know that no matter what happens, being with you, loving you. It was all worth it." Her voice cracked as she spoke, her eyes glimmered with sudden tears.

"Darling," he spoke shakily but with certainty. "I swear on my life I will not let him hurt you." The tears in her eyes spilled over but she managed the tiniest shaky nod. "Look at me." He instructed her. "No matter what happens, just keep your eyes on mine." He twisted his raw, burning wrists again and this time he felt one hand slip out an inch. He braced himself and jerked as hard as he could. Nothing happened at first, the rope was hung up on the outcropping of his thumb joint. Pushing the pain to the back of his mind he twisted his wrist and yanked again.

Suddenly the rope tore across the already abraded skin over the bone spur and his hand slipped free. In a blind rage, he launched himself across the aisle, hurling the younger man to the floor and jumping on top of him. The knife clattered away unnoticed as Eric, taken unaware by the ferocity of the sudden attack tried in vain to fend off Jonathan's fists. Jonathan wasn't even aware of his actions as he knelt on Eric's arms and began to pound his head against the floor, screaming incoherently, long after Jennifer's assailant was unconscious.

It was her soft voice sobbing his name that brought him back to himself and he turned back to her, fumbling to untie the knots that bound her rather than cutting them because he didn't want to traumatize her further by bringing the knife anywhere near her. He gathered her into his arms, holding her tightly, unable to say anything except to repeat her name again and again.

She kissed his face, his arms, wherever she could reach. They clung to each other like survivors of a shipwreck as Wyoming passed by unnoticed beneath them. He very gently set her into a chair and kissed her forehead.

"Stay here Darling," he told her. He couldn't risk Eric regaining consciousness before he was thoroughly restrained. Jonathan didn't trust himself not to kill the man if they had to fight again. He checked the toolbox in the galley and found a roll of duct tape that he used to secure Eric to a chair in the farthest row back from where Jennifer sat shivering. When he had used up the entire roll of tape he hurried back to his wife. She was in shock, staring blankly at the spot on the floor where Eric had been lying. He pulled her very gently into his lap, cradling her like a child and repeating her name again and again, pulling her back from the abyss like she had done for him earlier.

When her teeth had stopped chattering and she was looking at him rather than through him, he reached around her to the small bar shelf and grabbed the cut-glass bottle of bourbon. He couldn't reach the shelf with the glasses but he didn't want to let her go so he simply tilted the bottle and took a fortifying slug then encouraged her to do the same. Finally, he examined her cuts. They looked fairly superficial and would heal without extraordinary care.

When Frank set the plane down at LAX an hour later he found them still curled up together in the chair. Jonathan had removed his suit jacket and put it on Jennifer to cover the ruined blouse. Her tears had dried into faint white tracks on her cheeks. And Jonathan's knuckles were so swollen and stiff he could barely move his hands but he still managed to carry her from the plane and directly to the Bentley Max had pulled up beside the stairs.

It took the police almost an hour to cut through all of the tape Jonathan had wound around Eric again and again, and in the end, they removed a fair amount of skin along with the tape. Lt. Grey made no comment as Eric, bruised and bloody and barely conscious, was handcuffed and tossed rather roughly into the back of a squad car.

It was on Max's lips to ask what had happened but Jonathan caught his eye in the rearview mirror and shook his head. Jennifer was pensive and mostly silent as Max piloted the big car through the airport and headed towards the freeway but she seemed more tired than anything so Jonathan just held her close and let her come back to him in her own time.

Suddenly she sat upright and shouted, "Max, stop the car!"

"Now?" He asked, incredulous. They were nearly at the top of the onramp to the 405 freeway. He steered into the breakdown lane and coasted to a stop. Jennifer had jumped out almost before the car had come to a full stop. Jonathan thought she needed to be sick but she started to sprint back up the ramp.

He watched as she dropped to her knees and scooped a small pile of trash into her arms and Jonathan climbed out and started toward her. When he finally made it to her side he realized that the bundle of trash she was holding was a filthy puppy of indeterminate color and even more indeterminate parentage. He was about to suggest a quick detour to the nearest animal shelter when he noticed that Jennifer was smiling. Truly smiling for the first time since they had gotten on the plane four hours ago. So instead, he carefully walked them both back to the car and told Max to take them home.

All the way there she kept talking in a singsong to her 'little freeway puppy'. At the house, she sent Max to the pet supply for food, a basket, and puppy shampoo, then bathed the little dog carefully in a big serving bowl. By the time it was clean and dry they had determined he was a he, and he was grey, white, brown, and black all at once. And Jennifer had named him Freeway.

Max put the little basket bed in his room and promised to look after him through the night, so the Harts went up to bed right after supper. Jennifer headed straight into a hot shower but not before sharp-eyed Jonathan spotted the hand-shaped bruises on her arms and breasts. He swore to himself that Eric Calhoun would die in prison, then he stripped off his own clothing and stepped into the shower behind his wife.

His intent was only to comfort her but she wrapped her arms around him and pressed the full length of her slippery body against his own.

"We still have a few hours of honeymoon left." She whispered in his ear. "Let's make the most of it."

"Are you sure?' He asked. "I would understand completely if you want to wait."

"He has nothing to do with us, with our loving. I won't give him the power to affect us." She stated resolutely. Jonathan was amazed at her strength, he wasn't sure he would have as much in her place. They took turns soaping and rinsing each other, every loving touch putting more and more distance between themselves and Eric Calhoun.

Making love in the big bed that night Jennifer was more assertive than she had ever been. She had deliberately chosen a fire engine red negligee, the sheer illusion netting fitted her like a second skin with only strategically placed applique from shoulder to hip. The skirt was made of more layers of the sheer netting that played peekaboo with her legs as she moved. Jonathan was completely in awe of her as she took control, using her hands and her mouth to pleasure him before guiding him inside her. Where he would have moved carefully she was bold, taking her satisfaction from him and not letting up until they both were exhausted.

Lying beside her, gasping and sweaty, he reached to bring her close again.

"I love you could never come close to describing what I feel for you. I promise I will spend the rest of our lives making up for ..."

"Stop." She interrupted sharply. "I never want to talk about it again. I refuse to give it even a second of space in my head. I just want you to love me until the fear is gone." Jonathan dropped the rest of his impromptu speech and instead kissed her for a very long time. They made love several more times that night. Each time she got a little bit closer to the woman she had been yesterday.

The next day Jonathan called a press conference to introduce his wife to the world. He knew that news of his marriage would eclipse any possible mention of the events on the plane. Jennifer was able to hide the cuts on her cheek and throat with a skillful application of makeup. Standing beside him in front of the media she looked nothing but happy, and stunningly beautiful.

Jonathan, who normally avoided publicity, was more open with the press regarding their wedding than he had ever been before, even going so far as to share a couple of photos with them and allow them to take more. Jennifer cheerfully shared details of her dress and shoes with the society page writers until even they were satisfied. It worked perfectly. In every article written, in every television anchor's report, details of the wedding were the lead and only in the final paragraph was there a casual mention that an attempted hijacking had been averted and the suspect taken into custody without incident.

Jonathan credited a surprising source with being the biggest help in their recovery. Freeway demanded so much of their time, the teaching him proper in-the-house behavior and where his bathroom was in the yard, taking him for vaccinations, walks in the park, playing fetch, and of course lots of cuddles. There just wasn't time to brood.

Romping with Freeway in the park always made her happy. And as promised, Jonathan had his travel agent start putting together a proper honeymoon that would see them ringing in the new year in Tuscany. He had a business trip to Sichuan and Shaoxing scheduled for October and decided to bring her along, His meetings wouldn't take long and they could explore the country in-between times. Jennifer had visited her father in Taiwan on her vacations from prep school and had fallen in love with the region. And since their honeymoon, Jonathan was looking forward to bringing home some new Chinese silk negligees for her.

In the meantime, he and Max were attempting to teach her to play poker. She had a natural skill with the cards but couldn't keep track of the what-beats-what rules.

"Two pair beats a pair, three of a kind beats two pairs ..." Jonathan was repeating for the hundredth time.

"A straight beats three of a kind, a flush beats a straight ..." Max joined in, speaking around the stogie clamped firmly between his lips.

"A full house beats a flush, four of a kind beats a full house, a straight flush beats four of a kind." They finished in unison, even Freeway barked at the last few words.

"Then what beats this?" She asked innocently, turning a handful of cards around and displaying a ten, jack, queen, king, and ace, all of diamonds. Max dropped his cards in disgust.

"Max, I think we are being hustled," Jonathan suggested, with a look of bemused pride.

A few hours later the regulars started arriving for the monthly poker game. Lt. Grey was early so he could talk to the Harts about the case against Eric Calhoun.

"Mr. Calhoun has agreed to plead guilty to the lesser charges of false imprisonment and aggravated assault rather than risk kidnapping and attempted murder that carries at a minimum a mandatory life sentence. But don't worry, he is going to prison for 10 years on each charge and the judge ordered the terms to run consecutively so he'll do 40 years minimum. He's being transferred to Pelican Bay next week."

"I feel bad that I don't feel bad," Jennifer said. "I should feel sad that his life is ruined, but I don't." Jonathan didn't miss how her hand unconsciously touched her cheek as she spoke. The cut had healed to a very thin white scar, not even visible unless you were looking very closely. Most of the time she didn't even need to cover it with makeup.

"Don't beat yourself up, Darling. You didn't do anything to cause this and Calhoun is very lucky to have avoided the death penalty. If he had been convicted on the kidnapping and attempted murder charges he could have gotten the needle. I'm almost sorry he won't." Jonathan added savagely.

"Jonathan!" Jennifer scolded.

"I'm sorry Darling. But if he had come to me we could have come to some kind of understanding. If he had come after my company, I might not have pressed charges. But when he tries to hurt you, I draw the line. My family is absolutely off-limits."

Arthur and Tommy arrived a few minutes later. Then Jack came in with Max, both of them carrying trays from Fat Sal's Deli. Jennifer excused herself to help Max lay out the food. She separated the pastrami and turkey sandwiches under glass domes to keep the bread from drying out. The platters of deviled eggs along with bowls of pickles and olives were arranged on the bar with small plates, napkins, and party picks.

Max made certain that everyone who smoked had an ashtray nearby, He didn't think Jennifer would appreciate ashes on the floor.

"Who's still missing?" Arthur asked, counting chairs.

"I asked to sit in," Jennifer told them, affecting an innocent expression. "Jonathan has been teaching me." Jack and Tommy looked exasperated while Max and Jonathan hid their smiles.

Jennifer managed to keep up the innocent act for almost an hour, asking for the what-beats-what list twice more and appearing to bet emotionally rather than logically. But as the evening progressed the others caught on and stopped treating her with kid gloves. She had a natural sense of how to read the table, when to bet big and when to hold back. It was a skill that had served her well in college, hosting unofficial Monte Carlo nights in her dorm for a little extra spending money. When the party broke up around eleven Jennifer was up by almost a hundred dollars.

After everyone left and Jennifer headed upstairs for a shower, Jonathan asked Max to bring up a bottle of Batard Montrachet and a couple of glasses before he followed her up the stairs. Tonight she was wearing white again, this time a bias cut silk with a high low hem and french lace applique. She suspected Jonathan must have had a personal shopper combing every lingerie shop in the city judging by the way new negligees kept appearing in her lingerie chest.

"Did he have a family?" She asked Jonathan, sipping thoughtfully at the crisp wine. Jonathan didn't have to ask who she was referring to.

"No, it was just him and his mother, but she passed away last year. I don't think he took it very well."

"I'm glad he didn't have any family even though I'm not sorry he is in prison." Her gentle heart was one of the things Jonathan loved about her. But he would still feel better when Eric Calhoun was 700 miles away on lockdown.

"Dance with me." He told her now.

"Dance? There's no music."

"So what. We can make our own music." He took her hand and began to sing softly "Dancing in the dark, middle of the night. Taking your heart, and holding it tight." As he waltzed her around the room she joined her voice to his.

"Emotional touch, touching my skin, and asking you to do what you've been doing all over again." Jonathan loved to hear her sing, she often sang to herself when she wasn't thinking about it. He would stop what he was doing every time he heard it just to listen to her. She had a special fondness for old show tunes and love songs of any genre so now when she finished It's Your Love he launched into Because You Love Me and then You Look Like Rain. They danced and drank wine long into the night. It was the first night since their wedding that they didn't make love, not in the traditional sense anyway, but they were making love with each step and every note.

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falling--in--place · 6 years

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25 Questions Tag

I was tagged by @sixstepsaway ♥ Thank you darlin! I may have done this before? Idk, I love tag games so I’m doing it anyway!

1. Is there a story you’re holding off on writing for some reason?

Not exactly? The book I’m working on now is exactly where I want to be with my writing right now. I am holding off on revisiting an old one though. It needs a complete rewrite and re-release. I held myself back so much, but I’m just not sure I should do it. I decided I’m going to though. Just a matter of when the need to do surpasses my hesitation... So, we’ll see!

2. What work of yours, if any, are you embarrassed about existing?

The first book I published. Embarrassed probably isn’t the right word though. It isn’t as good as it should be, and it needs sooooo much, but it helped me get to where I am. It was needed, but it is definitely not my best. Hence the rewrite at some point.

3. What order do you write in? Front of book to back? Chronological? Favorite scenes first? Something else?

Pretty much beginning to end. I format my documents for publication before I even start writing. It gives me an idea of what it looks like and where I am with it. Sometimes a scene will strike me though, and I write it in a separate document to be saved until it is needed. From being on here I have discovered I do things very... strange. But hey, it works for me.

4. Favorite character you’ve written?

Vanessa. Like, I love her so much. She is my hero.

5. Character you were most surprised to end up writing?

Most of them? My characters just sort of show up and tell me stuff. I do my best to write it down. Vanessa is the most vocal, and she isn’t afraid to scoff at me when I do something she doesn’t approve of.

6. Something you would go back and change in your writing that it’s too late/complicated to change now

I don’t think it’s ever really too late. I mean... I have a published book I’m going to pull and rewrite so...

7. When asked, are you embarrassed or enthusiastic to tell people that you write?

A little of both, honestly. On here it’s almost exciting to talk about it all, but when in person... It’s the source of a lot anxiety. Especially when it’s someone I know. It’s kind of hard to explain. I need to get better at talking about my books. I self-publish. Self-promotion is all I have lol

8. Favorite genre to write

Fantasy! Urban Fantasy has a special place in my heart, but the WIP I have right now is more in the epic fantasy class, but not fully?

9. What, if anything, do you do for inspiration?

Music. All of it. iPhone on shuffle, let all the words happen. I also read a lot. I dissect everything I read into why I like it and why I don’t and try to learn from that.

10. Write in silence or with background music? Alone or with others?

Music Always with music. When I don’t put my headphones in I get distracted by literally everything around me.

11. What aspect of your writing do you think has most improved since you started writing?

I feel like I’ve gotten better at knowing when to stop. I had always been so “HERE IS ALL THE INFORMATION I EVER FOUND FOR THIS BOOK AND YOU NEED TO KNOW IT ALL RIGHT NOW!” Info dumps in every chapter is not a good quality to have... I kicked that habit for the most part. I think I am much better writer for it!

12. Your weaknesses as an author?

Several? Editing is really hard for me because I get attached (and it takes forever!). Being overly descriptive of characters at first meeting. Fight scenes take a few tries... I usually write it, read it over, flesh it out to be better, then cut a bunch of stuff to add in a bunch of other stuff, and because of my anxiety... all of this has to be done before I can move on in the story.

13. Your strengths as an author?

I think I’m pretty good at setting the scene.

14. Do you make playlists for your work?

Not really... Some songs tend to stick with a character or an event, but I don’t ever specifically set up playlists for my books.

15. Why did you start writing?

I had stories living in my head, and a need to tell them.

16. Are there any characters who haunt you?

Of my own? Not really. I guess Harley does a little. Her story will get it’s retelling.

17. If you could give your fledgling author self any advice, what would it be?

Just.. write. Stop worrying about everyone else and their opinions. You can edit and fix later, and not everyone’s opinion needs air time.

18. Were there any works you read that affected you so much that it influenced your writing style? What were they?

Jennifer Estep, David Dalglish, Richelle Mead... I could go on, but I don’t think this is supposed to be a novel on it’s own. Estep showed me a smart, beautiful woman that didn’t give a shit about others opinion of her, but she still cared deeply for those around her. She also has a thing for knives which is badass. David Dalgish showed me that research is great, but sometimes you just have to flow and see where it takes you. He also gave me characters that were so fleshed out, real, and raw that I will forever carry them with me. I would love to give a nod to Haern in one of my books but I don’t know how and if that’s a thing I can do. Richelle Mead gave me some of the above, but also a romance that I could truly get behind. One that I could follow and love and cheer for. I’m not much for pure romance, her books aren’t btw, but with her couples... I could read a romance novel about them with pleasure.

19. When it comes to more complicated narratives, how do you keep track of outlines, characters, development, timeline, ect.?

Uh... well... I tend to jot down a lot of notes and do a lot of swearing and scrolling back up to re-read things.

20. Do you write in long sit-down sessions or in little spurts?

Both? Depends on the day and my mood.

21. What do you think when you read over your older work?

I don’t have a lot of older work saved unfortunately. A lot of my older stuff was in notebooks that have gotten lost through the many moves I’ve had to make. So, the book I’ve mentioned before... It needs a re-write.

22. Are there subjects that make you uncomfortable to write?

A lot of them actually... two of my main characters are gay. I was excited about that... then tumblr happened. Omg you guys... all the posts about do’s and don’t’s. and how many posts about insulting things people do with gay characters that they don’t seem to notice and..phew I could go on forever... I am a little terrified right now, but I’m working through it. James is so close to my heart. I’m writing him how I see him, and I’m just hoping no one will take it as offensive or insensitive.

23. Any obscure life experiences that you feel have helped your writing?

Pft... how long do I have? I live an interesting life. I’ve been through several different kinds of hell. I met an amazing group of people who support me. I am a living incarnate of Murphy’s Law.

24. Have you ever become an expert on something you previously knew nothing about, in order to better a scene or a story?

I wouldn’t say expert.... but I now understand the effects of a point blank gunshot to a bone, marriage rituals from all over the world, and how close you have to be to smell a dead body?

25. Copy/paste a few sentences or a short paragraph that you’re particularly proud of.

Longer than “a short paragraph” but eh, just how I am. I’m not sure why I like this one so much. There are other that I like more, but I’ve posted them all at least once (some of them twice) so here is a new thing!

“Can you take me through it one more time, ma’am?” the officer said to me.

What I wanted to do was use one of the charred desks to kick his ass (literally) out the door. Or grab a roll of tape and cover his mouth with it. Whipping out my magic to boot the enforcement officers out of my place of business probably wouldn’t go over very well. It was tempting though. The story wasn’t that complicated. It happened in all of thirty seconds. This was the third time he’d asked me to run through the story again. Ellie and James weren’t fairing much better. Ms. Claudette was left alone for the most part. All it took was a complaint about her back and needing to check on her cats.

“Ms. Parker?”

“Sorry, it’s just that I’ve taken you through the story three times now. Four seems a touch excessive. There was a grenade, I contained the blast as best I could, you showed up. There it is. Now, if you don’t mind, I have shit to do.”

I spun on my heel and stalked away. Something I didn’t think all the way through since there isn’t much space in the office when it isn’t extra crispy. That didn’t slow me down though. I marched into the back office, yelled for Ellie to join me, now, and slammed the door as soon as she scooted in.

I’m think i’ll tag... @panticwritten, @hawksnbooks, @ava-burton-writing, @crazybunchwriter, @lakeeriesaltmine, @anolivewrites, @forlornraven, @leapwriter, @dantedevereaux, and @authorisada

As always, if you don’t want to be tagged or want to be tagged more often, let me know!

#writeblr #writing #tag games #tagged #aaaand im still not following directions #shocking isnt it

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Definitely not a one time thing

Chapter 2 (1,594)

After he closed the portal to her room, he opened one to his. The first thing he did was plop down on his bed and take a nap. When he woke up, it was around five o'clock. He could smell that dinner was almost done so he grabbed his phone and texted to see if Paris was hungry. By the time she had read the text, another portal was in her room leading her to his.

She rolled her eyes and walked through it. She instantly felt the wonderful sensations she felt the first time. When she got to his room, he was waiting by the door with one eyebrow cocked up at her. She hated that look. Well, hated loving it.

They walked down to the kitchen before he stopped to check himself out in the mirror on the hallway wall.

His blue eyes were changing to green and his blonde hair was changing to its usual organe/red. His diamond nose piercing sat in his left nostril. Both of his ears were double peirce. The first piercing was a black gauge. The second was connected to a chain that clipped to his hair.

He walked into the kitchen to find it full. His mother was finishing her and his father's dinner (they couldn't handle real food so they usually ate raw meat, tentacles and eyeballs. His mother is even worse. Raw flesh, human meat, and fish. That is all she can eat.) It smelt awful but he was used to it by now. Sitting at the island in the kitchen was his father.

His mother was 5'9 with long metallic silver hair, with black and red eyes. His father was 6'2 with wavy brown hair, and Heterochromia iridis. Meaning he has two different colored eyes. One was green and one was blue. Sitting in the dining room that was connected to the kitchen, was his little sister by two years, Theodora, and the twins, William and Jennifer. The twins were only seven being as they were ten years younger than Charlie himself.

Teddy (Theodora) had long brown hair that flowed past her bottom and bluish-greenish eyes. Benny (William), the older twin, he short brown hair and light blue eyes. Jenny (Jennifer), had the same short brown hair just a little longer, but light green eyes. Charles was the only one of the group with the ability to change his hair/eye color and the only one with their mothers mutation to do anything with the will of snapping their fingers.

While Peris and her family were human, they were extremely rich. Paris had long brown hair and stunning grey eyes. Paris sat next to Teddy who was sitting across from the twins. This left Charles to sit at the head of the table. His mother walked in around two minutes later with five plates of spaghetti. Not in her arms but following behind her.

"Don't call me lazy, Charlie!" She gave him a playful warning glare. "I'm not doing this because its the easy way, I'm doing this because I'm clumsy and don't want to spill your food."

"But even if you do drop it, magic could fix that!" He argued jokingly. They both laughed as she snapped her fingers and all of the plates glided to the table. Without Paris even noticing, her cup had filled with a sparkling liquid. She was scared to try it until Charlie noticed her and laughed at her.

"It's fresh water. Not filtered or recycled. Its the kind that man hasn't ruined yet." He explained before taking a sip so she knew it wasn't toxic. Their mother was crazy after all.

"Then isn't it filled with germs? Like fishy corps germs or bear piss?" She asked him worriedly.

"Do you know how stupid you sound right now?" He asked her. He, Teddy, and even Paris laughed. The twins were in their own world, discussing dragons and princesses, shit like that.

"Our mother is literally the most powerful person in the vast miltiverse. One snap and that water is good as new." Teddy explained. Paris nodded and began to eat. It was when they were halfway through with their meal that Charlie looked over to Paris.

"Hey Vain," he whispered to the girl beside him. She looked over to him and hummed. "You're never going to guess what I heard about our aunt Andie." He said referring to both of their parents' mutual friends (aunt) Andie and (uncle) Paul.

"What?" She whispered back as he swirled spaghetti onto his fork.

"This!" He said in his normal voice as he flung spaghetti right at William. It hit him in the cheek as he talked to his little sister. He gasped dramatically at Paris before kneeling in his chair while grabbing two handfuls of pasta before Teddy could stop him.

"FOOD FIGHT!" He yelled as he hit both Teddy and Paris in the face. Charlie, Jenny, and William died with laughter. Teddy was stunned and Paris was gapping. Paris looked over at Charlie and flung the spaghetti on her face onto him. Now her and Teddy were laughing too. Before anyone knew what was going on, spaghetti was everywhere. The roof, the walls, the children.

K'lynn walked in after she knew their fight was over. "Really Charlie?" She commented in an exasperated voice though her face looked like she was proud of her eldest son. She snapped her fingers and the room was cleaned. Even the children and their clothes were as they were before. That's probably a good thing seeing as Charlie had a spaghetti noodle in one of his gauges. She grabbed both of the twins and dragged them off to get ready for bed.

"Oh, momma, you got it? I could've cleaned up the room for you." He said as she was leaving. He was faking his most innocent voice. She flicked him off. He laughed and called after her again. "I love you momma!"

"Love you too, baby." She called back.

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Charlie and Paris decided that they would get more work done if she stayed the night. They were sitting on his bed getting their project done on their laptops. When nine rolled around they both wanted to do nothing but sleep. Seing as they had been procrastinating for hours and only typed four words so far, they were trying to come up with a game plan.

"This is the same project that he assigned last week!" Paris exclaimed, shutting her computer screen. Charles laughed.

"Great! We can half ass it this time!" He said excitedly! She gave him a dirty look.

"You always half ass your work!"

"No! Lats time we quarter assed it! If we half ass it this time, he won't even know because the quality would be better!" He explained to her.

"At least we know your acing math. Logic and science maybe not but whatever." She joked. They both laughed before he closed his computer too.

"Can you at least use 75% of your ass?" She asked sweetly.

"No. Not possible. Too much." He said in a child's voice so he sounded defeated. "Oh!" He exclaimed excitedly, "what if you use half your ass and I used a quarter of mine! Id still get to slack off and you'd get your goal of 75% team work!" He told her. They shared a laugh. She made sure to stop before him so she could listen to it. She loved his roaring laughter.

"Do you mind if I use your shower? And of you send me a portal to my room so I can grab some pajamas?" She asked nervously.

"Um, of course you can use the bathroom but if you want, in the top drawer of my dresser, there is an old T and a pair of pajama bottoms. I haven't worn them in a year or so. To be clear, they're clean!" He told her. She laughed and nodded before grabbing the clothes he had mentioned. An old grey T-shirt and red and black plade pants. She quickly shower and got out. When she walked back into his bedroom, she froze from his being wierd.

He was sniffing the air. God, could he smell her arousle now that she wasn't wearing underwear?!

"Do you smell that?" He asked. Fuck! Was her first thought.

"Smell what?" She asked as sweat beaded down her face.

"I don't know. Its sweet but familiar. Why can't I place it?" He got up after shrugging his shoulders, apparently giving up on the search.

"Anyway, I figured you could sleep on the bed and id sleep at your feet or on the floor." He walked right next to her. She could smell his every scent. Her wetness only grew. "Well, ill be right back, ighit? Imma go get something to drink. Want any?" She shook her head no, too turned on to speak. She crawled under the covers and quickly fell out. She woke up a few hours later to find a lion at the feet of the bed.

She wanted to scream, but that would probably awaken it. The lion rolled over to reveal its massive appendage. She was disappointed in herself for looking, but at the same time, it was so big how could you not. It was when she went to move that the lion rolled over and stirred awake. She froze. He rolled onto his belly, still laying down. It looked her into the eyes before he started to mold into a man. Charles!

She was frozen in that spot.

#loe #light of evil #charles strange #Charlie Strange #charles strange x paris vain #charles strange smut #Paris Vain

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stargleeksil-blog · 6 years

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Criminal Minds S07E02 “Proof” review

Episode 02 – Proof

So I am so fucking excited about this season.

I just hope my lovely, cutie Morgan can find it in his ginormous heart to forgive Prentiss, because my heart will literally break if I have to see another scene featuring that offended face of his.

So ....

Let’s see what happens.

So that guy is a homicidal Pinocchio? Gross.

“So you finished the course?”

“And completed my case rotation.”

“Hotch says he’s never seen a rookie profiler analyze and write up cases as well as you.”

Wait, so JJ is officially a profiler now? AWESOME!

“He said that?”

You bet, babe.

“Yeah. Well, after all the cases you presented over the years, I’m not surprised.”

“Hey, where have you been? I wanted to do brunch this weekend.”

“I had to deal with some stuff with my mom. Have you seen Garcia?”

Poodle, I’m about to whoop your cute little butt, what the fuck?

“Uh, she’s with Rossi.”

“He hates me.”

“He was just busy.”

Oh Emily, you cutie BFF, you’re the best.

“Let it go.”

I love her.

“Okay, you can be honest. I can take it.”

“Okay. I prefer my pasta al dente, and the pancetta was a little weird.”

“Oh. That’s ‘cause it’s tofu.”

“Tofu? I give you my recipe and you do an improve?”

I’m with Rossi all the way. I love my veggie goddess, but I love my meat more ... sorry.

“No, no, I followed it down to the micron, aside from the pig.”

“Look, master of all things Italian, I am having a Fellini festival at my house this weekend and I must serve the beautiful food of his country.”

“Maybe you should show a Disney film and stick with burgers.”

WHAT?! Oh my sarcastic Italian stallion.

“You know, Rossi, you could always give Penelope a cooking lesson.”

“Oh, my gosh, that would be amazing.”

Oh my god, Rossi’s ‘thanks for throwing me under the bus, bub’ face makes me smile.

“That would be like – that would be like the Iron Chef meets the BAU. And we could do ait at your house.”

“I don’t have a house, I have a mansion.”

Of course you do XD

“All right, let’s get started.”

Oh my god, JJ handing over the remote to Penelope is the cutest!

“Oh. All right, mes amis. You are jetting to Durant, Oklahoma, because in the last three days, two women have been found dead after being sexually tortured and then blinded with a sulfuric acid solution.”

Yikes.

“Abby Elcott is our first victim. 19-year-old art student. She was headed to campus for an advanced drawing class. She’d been missing for two days. Same goes for our second victim, Beth Westerly, 17. She had just finished her coffee shop shift and was on her way to a bar method class.”

Whew, that’s brutal.

“Both low-risk victims.”

“And physically similar. How close are the two abduction sites?”

“Five miles apart at bus stops. Abby’s cell was found near one, Beth’s scarf near the other.”

“Where are the dump sites?”

“One in an alley, the other in a field.

“So he stapled their eyes open, then he blinded them. It’s about power and control.”

GROSS! Pinocchio, stop it!

“Maybe he didn’t want them to watch while he hurt them.”

“Or it could be about shame. Perhaps the unsub is disfigured himself.”

“Blinding the victims leaves them helpless, lost, totally dependent.”

“It may be a manifestation of how he sees himself in this world.”

“It is a form of enucleation, just without the scalpel. His face is the last they see before darkness.”

“The rest of us, ,wheels up in 30 minutes.”

Mark Twain: “If it is a miracle, any sort of evidence will answer. But if it is fact, proof is necessary.”

“Victimology is very similar. Blond-haired, blue-eyed teenage girls. We believe they were each abducted near public transportation stops.”

“When was this photo taken?”

“Beth was caught on a bank surveillance camera three hours before she disappeared.”

Whoop. Seriously, those bank surveillance cameras are creeping me out.

“That’s a recent photo of Abby.”

“So she wasn’t found in the same clothes she was abducted in.”

“Maybe he changed them because hers were burned by the sulfuric acid.”

“It’s possible. Sulfuric acid can turn human flesh into soap.”

“Garcia, any recent similar cases in the surrounding area?”

“Actually, yes. Two months ago a prostitute and a runaway were both found raped and killed and they had stab wounds to their eyes.”

“So maybe he practiced on high-risk victims first. And then advanced to chemical enucleation.”

“Isn’t that a rare paraphilia?”

“Well, the chemical part is. It would exacerbate the pain.”

“Like Ed Kemper, he’s probably practicing on surrogates before going after the real object of his rage.”

“Dave, you and I will talk to the parents. Morgan and Prentiss, go to the disposal sites. JJ, you and Reid go to the abduction sites.”

Awkward.

“It’s amazing on one witnessed her abduction.”

“Emily was buried six feet under and wound up in Paris, so I guess anything’s possible, right?”

“So that is what this is about.”

Yup.

“Maybe our unsub’s a little bit like Bundy. He feigns injury in order to get her to help him.”

“Look, Spence, if you want to talk about this …”

“Maybe he tried other tactics, like ‘Wow, you’re really pretty’. ‘You should be a model. I can take your photo’.”

“I’ll take that as a no.”

“Either one would disarm her.”

“Charm is quite the killer.”

“So are tears.”

Whoa, what the fuck, Spence?

“You smell the urine?”

“I thought that was air freshener.”

“It’s a homeless corridor.”

“This guy’s either homeless or appears to be. He most likely has a car, to get them from the abduction site to here.”

“Just because you’re homeless doesn’t mean you’re careless.”

“It could explain why he chose high-risk victims at first. They were all around him.”

“I know this is difficult, but I need you to look at the clothes that Abby was wearing when we found her.”

“Do you recognize them?”

“Do you find anything odd about Beth’s clothing?”

“You sure?”

“You’re sure?”

What are they trying to make sure of?

“In addition to the blinding, taking their clothes further robs them of their identity.”

“He’s either keeping their garments as souvenirs or re-dressing the victims as a forensic countermeasure.”

“Dressing them in these outfits could be part of the fantasy.”

“Churches, thrift stores. We need to rule everything out.”

“Reid and JJ went to the local thrift shop and found Abby’s clothes.”

“So he sold them.”

Yup.

“Or traded them for the eighties clothing.”

“The sales clerk said the clothes in the crime scene photos were of that time period, and he confirmed that they were purchased from his store.”

“So if he’s getting rid of his souvenirs …”

“What’s he using to remember his victims?”

“And why is he fixated on this era?”

“What do you got?”

“The brutality the victims experienced was immense. Multiple stab wounds to the neck and chest, plus wounds to the genital.”

“Frustration and overkill.”

“The same chemical damage on the skin is also around her nostrils.”

“And that would destroy their sense of smell, yes?”

Yup.

“He burned her tongue with the chemical this time.”

“So he removed her ability to taste.”

“Why would he do that?”

“Maybe she offended him.”

“I wonder what that’s like.”

WHOA.

Poodle, you are pissing me off here.

“Her lips are extremely chapped.”

“She was probably forced to repeatedly participate in some sort of kissing fantasy. And when things go awry, he takes the offending sense away.”

“He tortured her in these clothes, which means the eighties are essential to his delusion.”

“Maybe that’s when his rejection occurred and he held on to the clothes all these years.”

“But why start now?”

“Something probably triggered it, and instead of dealing with it, he’s acting out.”

“We believe the unsub or unknown subject that we’re looking for is a white male in his 40s. This is someone who’s reacting to rejection by a woman when he was teenager in the 1980s.”

“The unsub’s fixation on this woman is now all-consuming. It’s caused him to develop obsessive love disorder.”

“He most likely has tunnel vision and believes that she holds the key to his happiness.”

“And it’s only a matter of time before his rage and anger causes the unsub to go after her directly.”

“Spence. Look, we gotta talk about this.”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“I get it, okay? You’re disappointed with the way we handled Emily.”

“Listen, I have a lot going on, all right?”

“You know what I think this is?”

“What?”

Ooh, pissy poodle.

“You’re mad that Hotch and I controlled our micro-expressions at the hospital and you wouldn’t be able to detect our deception.”

Seriously?!

“You think it’s about my profiling skills?”

“Jennifer, listen, the only reason you were able to manage my perceptions is because I trusted you.”

“I came to your house for ten weeks in a row crying over losing a friend, and not once did you have the decency to tell me the truth.”

Shit.

“I couldn’t.”

“You couldn’t? Or you wouldn’t?”

Um ...

“No, I couldn’t.”

“What if I started taking Dilaudid again? Would you have let me?”

“You didn’t.”

“Yeah, but I thought about it.”

“Spence.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s too late, all right?”

Whoa.

“Reid.”

Yikes. This is going to be hard.

“It would have had to have been a woman very close to the unsub to make him react this way.”

“Then why go after surrogates?”

“I don’t think we’re dealing with a typical homeless person.”

“He’s good with chemicals, owns a car.”

“I think the only mistake in our profile was assuming there was something wrong with his physical composition, reducing him to some sort of stereotype.”

“You think it’s only his mental state?”

“I think this guy might be smart enough to use his disability to his advantage so he comes across as harmless.”

“Then when he’s alone and the victim rejects him, he goes off.”

“What if he doesn’t live on the street?”

“What if he’s in a halfway house?”

“Garcia, I need a list of halfway houses and mental health centers in the unsub’s comfort zone.”

“Okay. Five are being sent to your phones.”

“Which of those were around in the eighties, Garcia?”

“There are two in your area.”

“Morgan and Prentiss, take the first. David and I will take the second.”

“What about us?”

“Stay here and check ViCAP for similar MOs and signatures.”

“Reid.”

“If you want to be mad at someone, be mad at me.”

“I can’t. I didn’t come to your house crying for ten weeks.”

Oh, my honey baby.

So she has a list. Damn.

“All right, we’ll need a list of those names.”

“Hey, Morgan.”

“What do I do about Reid?”

“Emily, there’s a lot about you being back that’s unresolved.”

“Are you pissed at me, too?”

He better not be.

“Come on, now. How can I be?”

“You’re here.”

“Thank you.”

“Because I know what you went through. Grief counseling. You carried my coffin.”

“Yeah, I sure did.”

“What was in that thing, anyway?”

“I don’t know.”

I WANT TO KNOW!

“Thank you very much.”

“Look, just give Reid some time. He’ll be fine.”

“Thanks.”

“Yeah, Hotch, it’s me, Morgan. Listen, nineteen people entered this house in the eighties who were let out in the last five years.”

“We got eleven from the one we visited.”

Damn.

“Send your names to Garcia. Have her cross-check them against jobs that use sulfuric acid.”

“All right. We’ll start reaching out to the extended families.”

“How’s Reid?”

“He’s angry and frustrated.”

“I’m surprised everybody isn’t.”

“Some of us had an inkling.”

Rossi, you little Italian cupcake.

“What? I’m good at what I do.”

“So, are you gonna get psychological counseling for the team or handle it yourself?”

“No, I think that if we all just got together, maybe a cooking lesson and at the home of one of our founders …”

“Oh, no, not you, too.”

“It could boost morale?”

“Is that an order?”

“No, it’s just a … it’s a very tempered suggestion.”

“Tempered suggestion.”

LOL.

“So we interviewed the nineteen people released from the group home. None of them fit the profile.”

“Dave’s still trying to locate the families.”

“Where are her parents now?”

“They’re at the house. We’re bringing her friends in for questioning.”

“You head over there. We’ll start the interviews here.”

“So kids spill out of the motel towards the cars.”

“If Tammy walked this way, how could she disappear without anyone seeing her?”

“Someone would have heard her scream.”

“That’s if she screamed.”

“Unlike the last three abduction sites, this one is nowhere near public transportation. Maybe she knew the unsub.”

“Or thought she did.”

“What if … what if Tammy was the target all along?”

“That would explain the change in MO.”

“So whoever did this knew she was coming here.”

Calling gorgeous goddess.

“Hi, hi, hi.”

“Hey, baby girl, I need you to work that magic for me.”

“Anything, my sweetest.”

“I just opened up Tammy Bradstone’s computer. I want you to check her emails, web searches, and anyone she may have Skyped.”

“Okay, typing at the speed of thought.”

“Thanks, mama.”

“We’re gonna try, little man.”

This man is seriously the most amazing thing to ever grace my screen.

“Listen, uh, did your sister dye her hair recently?”

“Are you sure that Tammy hasn’t been behaving differently lately/”

“Your daughter seems to cherish hanging out in groups, so there’s no way she would run off with someone unless she knew them.”

“What about her computer?”

“Nothing out of the ordinary, and Hotch cleared the boyfriend.”

“Do you know anyone who is transient or mentally ill?”

“What’s his name?”

“On the halfway house list, all I got was a Ben Bradstone.”

“Where does he live?”

“His frontal lobe damage is one of the indicators of serial killers.”

“Has Cy ever acted inappropriately toward Tammy?”

“Okay, so he sleeps here sometimes, and his head is on this side.”

“That puts the TV out of his sight.”

“Well, it just gives him a full view of the kitchen.”

“Does Tammy cook for him?”

“Ma’am, what’s your relationship with Cy?”

“He makes you uncomfortable, doesn’t he?”

“Did you have blonde hair in high school?”

“Sir, your daughter just dyed her hair blonde.”

“You allowed her to wear your dress.”

“I’m just thinking it may have triggered something for Cy.”

“What happened with you and Cy that made him so angry?”

“And what happened next?”

“How did he behave after that?”

“How he talked, how he smelled?”

“Does Cy know about your recent marital problems?”

“And then he probably started making advances towards you, which you had to reject.”

“Okay, so as long as Tammy doesn’t do anything to antagonize him, we may have a chance.”

Yeah, like that’s gonna happen.

“How do you know he’s here?”

“So then you head to the front door.”

“When you open it, what do you smell?”

“Are you sure that’s all you smell?”

“What does he do next?”

“Where’s it from?”

“Is there a name on the cup?”

“Okay. He probably stops there every time he comes here.”

“What days would those be?”

“Which means he’d be coming today.”

“I need you to leave a message for him there.”

“Any luck?”

“He hasn’t been to either of the mechanics’ shops in the past two months.”

“But the one on Fourth said a bunch of car batteries had gone missing.”

“Wait …”

Gorgeous goddess calling.

“Yeah?”

“Morgan, it’s from a payphone near a coffee shop.”

“It’s him.”

Boom.

“Okay, go ahead. Just like we talked about.”

“You and Prentiss stay with them. Morgan and I will get the front.”

“Cy Bradstone! FBI!”

“Let me see your hands!”

“On your knees, now!”

“Get up.”

“Stop moving. Stop it!”

“We need to know where Tammy is, Cy. We’ve looked in your car. There’s no sign of her.”

“We know this isn’t about Tammy. This is about your love for Lyla.”

“You and Lyla had a pretty good secret all these years. How’d she get you to shut up about it?”

“Is that where you, uh, did it, Cy?”

“Is that the same place you took Tammy?”

“We know you saw her in that dress, it made you think of Lyla.”

“Tammy’s not the one you want to hurt, Cy. Lyla’s the one who should be punished.”

“She’s the one who made you feel like a freak.”

“A reject, a weirdo.”

“Tell us where Tammy is, Cy, and we can be done.”

“Finished?”

“Now, where’s Tammy, Cy?”

“Cy, just tell me where she is.”

“What did she say, Cy?”

“Where do you have her?”

“She’s got a pulse.”

“I need a medic in here!”

“Oh, jeez.”

Scott Adams: “Nothing inspires forgiveness quite like revenge.”

“So, the surgeon said he believes he can restore feeling to Tammy’s hands.”

“Good. We got there in time.”

“I heard Mr. Bradstone wants to watch the tape.”

“People have an innate curiosity to see things in order to confirm them.”

“Oh, that explains why I’m going to Rossi’s tomorrow night.”

“I want to see if he really can cook.”

“You coming?”

“I don’t know. I’m not sure I can make it.”

“Look, Reid, I know you’re made at us because we didn’t tell you what really happened, and I understand that.”

“But I promise you, we had no choice.”

“You mourned the loss of a friend.”

“I mourned the loss of six.”

“This whole thing gave me an ulcer. Please don’t give me another.”

“Are you gonna go to Rossi’s tomorrow?”

“We’ll see.”

Oh, Prentiss.

“Cooking is the most sensual art form. And these are my paints.”

“So your hands must be brushes.”

“Don’t interrupt.”

I love this show so fucking much!

“In a pot of boiling water we cook our spaghetti until it’s al dente, firm to the touch.”

“Here you go.”

“Everybody pass it around.”

“See/Feel the texture.”

“There we go. Okay.”

“Now …”

“In a large pan, we fry up our pancetta.”

So fucking cute!

“Keeping a sharp eye that the edges are crisp.”

“Be careful not to burn the onions.”

“Bravo, Aaron!”

“We sauté until translucence.”

Ding dong.

“Uh … I got it.”

“Grazie mille.”

So cute.

“Now, we mix in the eggs … the parmesan … the spaghetti … and parsley.”

“You see, it’s all about timing and rhythm.”

Busted.

I’m with Penelope here XD

“And if you don’t feel yourself doing it properly, please, order a pizza.”

“Sorry, I’m late.”

“Yeah. And this is why I cook alone.”

He’s so freaking cute!

“So, uh, when do we get to drink the wine?”

“Almost there.”

“Okay. We start at the beginning.”

“You eat what you cook, I’ll supervise, but we’re gonna do this all together, just like a family.”

“Okay now?”

“Now.”

“Salud!”

“I’m reaching!”

She’s so cute!

Oh my freaking goodness! This episode was perfect on every possible level!!!!!!

It had the usual grossness of the case and the un sub, slight humor even though I wanted to bash Cy’s head in the wall. It had the internal drama surrounding Prentiss’s return, which will only serve to further the season’s plot and I’m so excited about it. It had humor with the whole Rossi trying to keep the team at bay and not let him in, which will never work so long as Penelope is part of the team. And it had emotional value with Reid, and of course my gorgeous Morgan being cute towards kid and finally forgiving Prentiss. And then the whole wrapping it up with the perfect dinner at Rossi’s, I just love the writers and producers of this show.

As ever, so freaking grateful that you guys take the time to like my stupid brain vomits. THANK YOU!

And, as ever, here is a series of Reid/Morgan-licious photos.

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Spiral Q Peoplehood and Participatory Puppet Performance, Part 3

(Jump here for Part 1 and Part 2)

How it is created and why that matters

In Confronting the Challenges of Participatory Culture: Media Education for the 21st Century, Henry Jenkins writes that “[p]articipatory culture shifts the focus of literacy from individual expression to community involvement.” Peoplehood, as an event that seeks to involve a community/ies expression of itself/themselves through parades and pageantry, is an interesting context to explore participatory culture and its potential. The lens of participatory culture is also useful to look at Peoplehood in order to understand its creation process and why it matters.

A participatory culture was originally defined by Jenkins as one:

With relatively low barriers to artistic expression and civic engagement

With strong support for creating and sharing one’s creations with others

With some type of informal mentorship whereby what is known by the most experienced is passed along to novices

Where members believe that their contributions matter

Where members feel some degree of social connection with one another (at least they care what other people think about what they have created)

Researching participatory cultures over time - through fan communities and activists movements primarily - Jenkins and Sangita Shresthova have been interrogating the possibilities and challenges through the Civic Imagination Project where “imagining community ... is actively generating new cultural symbols to describe their relationship with each other. Imagination is seen not as a product or a possession ... Rather, we talk about imagining as a process.”

Supporting imagining as a process and creating new signs and symbols through sharing stories are core ideas of the Spiral Q Puppet Theater. Through low-stakes and accessible object creation and performance, participants can make and remix their everyday reality alongside others. In its mission statement, Spiral Q states that “We imagine a city whose streets reflect the full spectrum of its residents’ creativity. We see a responsive and engaged society that rallies consistently to overcome the challenges of discrimination and oppression. We envision a world of abundance that mobilizes its resources to nurture shared vitality.” When sharing the power of the 2019 Peoplehood Parade and Pageant, co-director Jennifer Turnbull describes the process that surfaced the story and related puppets:

This year we partnered with three local grassroots activist groups .... Through pageantry we were able to show the through line connection they all had to health, housing, self determination and freedom.

In working to design for shared power and participation, Tracy Broyles - the Director of the Q after Matty - describes the ways that affirmation, imagination and practice are so important. Everyone has a role to play, she says, and that “any moment someone enters the process is the right moment” (TEDx Philly, 2012). Affirming participation, and providing many points of entry, are key ways that the Q attempts to build Peoplehood and, according to Jenkins, are defining features of participatory practice.

Another central element of participation, according to Jenkins, “is that we participate in something larger than ourselves, however we want to imagine what it is we are participating within” (Jenkins, Confessions of a Aca-Fan post, 2019). Eli Nixon, in 2003, describes themselves and this work as part of a larger whole:

I'm just a small column of flesh and bones. I can build something that's larger than me... I really get a kick out of it as a way to tell stories and to make humans bigger than they are or to examine different parts of everyday people's lives in a way that I think is more interesting than real life. It's an awesome way to interpret who we are.

Looking at the outcomes of a participatory process is another way to assess its viability (Jenkins, Confessions of a Aca-Fan post, 2019). Tracy describes the ways that people literally “spiral out of q.”

What we see is this a place where people test these things and then go out into the world. Okay so now [they] might not use puppets and art and all these things ... but they have got this place, a sense of direction, a sense of safety, a sense of community has formed around that individual or that community and then that cause or idea ... can really gain some traction and go off and become a movement that’s working on a policy level or at a community organizing level or simply building beautiful things.

In working to refine a definition of participatory culture in a fractured media environment, Jenkins and his colleagues bring a critical focus to the mix, ie. “Which members of a dis-privileged group find their power position strengthened through the participatory process?” A complex question but also critical for the Q. In one example, we find an interview 2003 with Jennifer Hilinski, a therapist at Girard Medical Center, who was asked about her experience working with a group of men in recovery in collaborating with the Q on Peoplehood the previous fall.

"The common story was about recovery and getting back into the real world as contributing members of society.” Jennifer said, “And they took a theme of going from hell -- which was the streets and using -- to this kind of angelic transformation and re-entering the world and the streets but not as street person” (2003). Since that time a group from Girard Medical Center participate in Peoplehood every year, leading with their giant backpack puppets of transformation.

Conclusion

In the 2008 Peoplehood newsletter, the process of building Peoplehood is described by Tracy as “flawed, just like our democracy.” And we are reminded by the Civic Imagination Project that “If stories can inspire and empower social change, stories can also shatter communities, feeding our fears and suspicions, re-enforcing stereotypes in particularly vivid ways.” Jenkins and his colleague also tell us that the fostering of participation is vital while fragile and requiring care:

participation could also be finished. It could come to an end. Democracy, as a political and social practice, is not a given, but could cease to exist. ... This is why participation and democracy need to be actively protected, and not just silently appreciated.

We know that object performance, storytelling, or even parades and pageants which historically have also been used in fascist and authoritarian settings, do not create democratic space themselves. Instead democracy, through an ethos of participation, needs to be fostered.

Peoplehood, as a creative space for democratic storytelling and cultural remixing, is one such opportunity to intentionally test and tinker with the possibilities and challenges of participatory practice. It allows individuals and groups to come together, figure out what is needed when they work together, and then bring it into being through object creation, puppet performance and joyful demonstration.

In 2003, Matty Hart described Peoplehood’s parade and pageant as "secular cultural ritual[s] ... that are actually really kind of sacred and really really old.” These rituals, when built in shared and participatory ways, situate puppets and objects as powerful vehicles for fostering civic imagination through the creation of new cultural symbols and understandings.

As Jennifer writes about the Q in a Nonprofit Executive Leadership Institute newsletter: “we create space for the unknown. You just don't know what you don't know.”

Want to read more about Peoplehood and Spiral Q? Check out Part 1: What is Peoplehood? and Part 2: Elements of Performance.

Images courtesy of spiralq.org and my personal collection.

#spiralq #participatoryculture #Peoplehood #community

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8/9/19 12:34 AM the super update. aka get your shit together Endgame post 1/?

Well. Here I am. It’s hard to even approach this post, to be honest. I’ve been procrastinating for so long. So long that it’s actually the last real thing I have left on my to do list.

Check this out.

I’ve been working hard at doing things lately. And catching up with you is basically the last thing left to do.

I finally spring cleaned all of my clothes and got rid of a ton of stuff that didn’t fit one way or another.

I started playing guitar again.

I got my shit together with my job, got a bunch of online credits that I’d been procrastinating on. Started doing all the possible work I could every night to make my boss happy and it’s been making me a fuckton more money tbh.

I’ve bought a bunch of cool shit, and been treating myself right with my food. I gained a bunch of weight back during the past year during my relationship with Andi. It’s not a terrible thing, I was treating myself. She convinced me that I deserved to treat myself and enjoy myself and that’s not a bad thing. But now I’m doing what I call Keto+, which is Keto+Beer lmfao.

I’m still going out drinking whenever I want, but for my meals I’ve stopped eating breads and rice and pasta, mostly just eating chipotle (just graduated to doing salads instead of bowls with light rice, though I wasn’t eating the rice just a bite here and there), sashimi from Hmart, lately once in a while a five guys lettuce wrap burger, back to doing salami and mozzarella at home.

I’ve taken to fasting once a week on my thursday night shift (tonight), to try to accelerate the weight loss, but it’s not like my pov diets before because I’m still eating nuts.

It’s been a progression of increasing the amount I’ve been running (from one day to two days, to usually two maybe three days a week now, and the distance is a lot longer now), and cutting off more and more little cheats. E.g. the biggest was finally embracing sparkling waters instead of gatorade. I finally got to try Spindrift off a recommendation from a magic the gathering podcast, and it’s incredible. Only like 3 calories a can and it actually tastes good from the real juice and not bitter in the aftertaste.

But anyway, I’ve got plenty of money now. My debts are paid, I’m ahead on bills, I’ve got all the sweet clothes I wanted, so I finally made the call last week.

It’s time to fix my car’s bumper. I’ll try to remember to get one last picture of lexi before I fix her broken front tooth.

Do you know what that means?

It’s the Endgame.

The Get Your Shit Together List I put together years ago... well let’s take a look at what’s left of it. The sad thing about digital to do lists is you don’t see the progression though. Wish I knew what was on there. I think a lot of it was losing weight, but I skipped the whole being healthy part before.

God damn, man.

Doc last edited Oct 2, 2018. I guess I started writing this plan out Jan 2017. I think my biggest priorities then were to cut down spending and pay off my debts.

I never started exfoliating lol. I wonder if I should do that for my nose.

I didn’t give ashleigh her plane credit part because fuckit. I did end up using mine though, to take that trip to Hawaii to visit John. Pretty fucking baller. I guess that was another big step towards getting my shit together, too.

Quit melee, but now I’ve been playing again playing jigglypuff just to hang out with my roommates. It’s really neat not grinding falco, even though I lose a lot the game’s a lot more fun again.

OH MY GOD THOSE BLUE STORAGE CUBES. When I fucking talked about spring cleaning clothes? THATS what I meant. I’ve literally had this shit on my to do list for two YEARS hahahahah. About goddamn time. Holy fuck.

Got my deviated septum fixed, didn’t cost nearly that much thank the lawd.

Just went to the dentist, my teeth are doing great. Ironically they mentioned that I need to consider replacing one of the fillings that I mention getting here eventually.

I did finally get a new laptop and backup the old one, uploaded that info to throw it out about two weeks ago.

Actually got sweet ass new shoes booya checkem

I’m not vaping anymore, the whole juul pod fad never hit me. I’m doing cigarettes still, for better or for worse. Lol. I’ll take the cancer I know over the one I don’t.

But it’s better than I was when I was writing this list, I used to have to smoke one every single day after work. Maybe that was because I was hungry, but it was always this poignant craving on the back porch that I remember. Now I just like smoking when I drink mostly, but have the occasional one to chat with people or whatever.

Playing guitar again, not frequently, might start at work more since I’m playing the electric since I don’t have an acoustic available. Maybe I’ll even learn these songs. Playing guitar is great though, I kinda wanna be in a band sometime. That’d be fucking neat. Someone invited me to sing for his drunkenly at karaoke lol I should hit him up it’s been a minute.

Got my nintendo switch, which I think was so far out of consideration that I deleted it from the fun stuff section.

Who’d have thought I’d ACTUALLY start running and drinking water more. I guess I’m the greatest lmao.

Yeah man, like 15 pounds over the past 2 months. I think a lot of it was easy food weight, but it’s felt really rewarding all the same. Gotta keep it up, this 175 hurdle has been a tough nut to crack, but I’m gonna be really proud of myself once I get into the 160s territory again. I’m doing pullups slightly more, maybe I need to do the whole situps-pushups-pullups regimen right before/after running to really push it. Idk, i’m just glad i’m being good about it.

I’m even flossing once a week now.

Things are really shaping up.

But with money in my bank account there are three options that I have.

1. Save it by buying stocks

2. Blow it by buying a bunch of dumb shit

3. Finish off the to do list and actually get my bumper fixed.

I wanted to ignore 3 because it feels like a dumb expense for a minor aesthetic, but I guess in view of all these things I’ve accomplished it really does mean quite a bit more than that. So I made a claim on a ding on the side of my car and I’m gonna see if I can get it all fixed up. I’ve actually taken on a few extra days of work lately and made even MORE extra money, so I don’t think it should knock me back financially at all. Which means that it’s time.

I’m finally doing it.

It feels really cool. I’m a little bit anxious about it in the sense that it’s gonna be annoying if they deny me getting the bumper fixed because of the collision damage that I never reported. But whatever we’ll cross that bridge in a few weeks when I get the damage inspected and see what happens.

This has been my brag post. Hope you were able to tolerate it all. But that’s only the first phase of catching up. It’s only been a half hour of writing! I’ve got a lot of time left at work tonight and I might even spend a lot of this weekend at Darlin’s catching up if I have to. Catching up with this blog is as big a part of getting my shit together as scheduling my appointment with the car insurance was.

So what I mean to say is we’re gonna catch all the way through my greensboro days up to now. I have some saucy tales and some not-so-saucy ones. I’ve got a full relationship to blab about, and honestly one thing that I had promised her and was on a bunch of my old to do lists was to do like a whole pro-con listing about her persona, which felt weird and I kept procrastinating on but god dammit I’m gonna get everything off my to do lists.

So I looked back a little and it looks like the last posts I made were about sally, Becky, whatever the hell my dealings with Taylor were, and the beginnings of Mary. Which means that we’re gonna flesh out Mary, and then you’ve got Sophie, Rachel, Olivia, Andi, Jennifer, Heather, and Jill to look forward to. Whew baby.

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