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between the earth and sky (lover, share your road - prologue) series masterlist | AO3 Link | part i

chapter rating: T (series: E)

word count: 1.1K

chapter summary: how Joel Miller's forefathers came to settle the southern plains

chapter warnings/tags: references to genocide (human and animal), racism

a/n: Miller County was a real place!

Vincente Ramón Morelos with his wife María Guadalupe Rodríguez Saldaña went in search of a better life in 1848.

Exhausted from the bloody revolution against Spain, then the devastating loss at the hands of white “rebels”, the childless couple leave the southern hill country by the San Antonio river to go north, to find peace, in a place that the Anglos have never touched — so promised Señor De La Cruz, a former comandante like Vincente, who shared his dream of wide, open spaces, and a sky that stretches into infinite possibilities.

This land they marched across, with its barren trees and flat golden spreads, is nothing like anything they’ve ever seen before. The wagon chain the Morelos follow whispered in hushed, awed tones. María reached out the side of the wagon, letting her hand brush against brown thistles, watching how the reed springs under her fingers, how it tickles her palm. She never knew the earth could be so soft – teasing her with some great secret it’s eager to share. She looked to her husband and he glowed beneath the rich blue sky and bronze sun. Maybe this was God showing her how to fall in love with a new home.

Towns became few and far between. In a transitory cattle town, Vincente listens to two vaqueros tell stories over a loose game of poker about a briefly-disputed patch of land, five hundred miles east, one that exchanged ownership three times before disappearing into obscurity. But a single name settled permanently, before its township ever could: Miller County. Vincente quietly related to that blurring of identity, a loss of a permanent place to be known and loved, so when going through towns of white Texan Anglos that distrusted his olive skin and aquiline nose, he told them his name was Vincent Miller and he was, like all others, looking for a place to call home. He found it north of what would become Amarillo, and south of what would be Dalhart, between the Canadian and Red River, rivers that never seemed as endless and deep as the Gulf from his childhood.

By the spring of 1852, Mary (formerly María) and Vincent, established on their acre of land, had welcomed two girls and were expecting a third child, who ended up being a boy. This boy was given the name John (though his mother called him Juan at home) Tomás Miller, after Mary’s grandfather. As a boy, John learned from his father Vincent to listen and trust the Kiowa, the Comanche, the Gods of the Grass Sea, who were said to have been born with a heart of a buffalo. Who walked with prairie chickens and raced the pronghorn antelopes. Recognizing a kinship with nomadic blood of the Millers – once Morelos – the Comanche taught them what it meant to use the land as one uses a brother for support. Use in kind, but treat just as kindly. Avoiding what the Anglos referred to as “dry farming” because it was only the Anglos who believed, by sheer force of will, they could make rain come down from the sky. The Comanche were shocked by their arrogance. As he grew older and stronger beneath that heavy sunshine that had endeared his mother to these foreign lands, John maintained his father’s relationship with The First People, even aiding them in keeping the encroaching Anglo homesteaders off the lands of the buffalo and the blue grama grass.

When John married in the summer of 1885 a woman whose skin burnt easy in the sun, but had hands rougher than a sailor’s, Vincent was surprisingly happy for his son, because Jennie Sarah Hansen was quick-witted, brave, and possessed a rare quality when it came to the regards of the Tejanos and The First People – compassion. Disowned by her own family for such a trait, Jennie came to live with John, his father Vincent, his mother Mary, with letters from John’s two sisters and their families coming from down south every month.

Joel Ramón Miller was born in the late fall of 1891, followed shortly there by his brother, Tom – Tommy, because Tom was too serious for a boy with a smile like that – and the lineage of working under blue skies in endless dunes of buffalo grass was passed down, third generation of Vincent, who lived to see his oldest grandson turn five before quietly, with dignity, leaving this world in his sleep.

Tommy Miller continued to look towards the sun and, as a young man, followed it west. But Joel, like his father, like his grandfather, like the land itself, kept watch over the ones he loved from the porch of that a-frame house, the one his father built for his mother. For a time that included a woman with dark skin and darker eyes out of Alabama. And then it was just the baby who came from her, who came from him. Sarah, named after his mother who was as fierce and resilient as the buffalo grass and as beautiful as the endless sky.

As far as Joel Miller was concerned that was enough. The two of them – him and his babygirl, with the plums and the maize, and the secrets of this wide wilderness handed down in partnership from the Comanche and the Kiowa, because the Millers knew what to keep and what wasn’t theirs, or anyone’s, to own.

Until the day came when the buffalo were slaughtered by the thousands, and the once great Gods of the Grass Sea were felled, both driven to extinction by a force that held no compassion or concern for the lands it swallowed.

The cowboys over in the XIT, runners of cattle in the land that used to tremble beneath the hooves of thousands of buffalo, started to complain first. Rumbled that no good was to come of any of it; the American government gave too freely; real estate agents and land developers promised too much. Those arriving in the prairie came only for the green that the wheat boom offered, and had misjudged the quietness of the plains for emptiness.

Joel Miller watched as towns bloomed overnight, model E’s rumbled off the new railway lines, and nesters and sodbusters burrowed into their dugouts like wolf-spiders — at the cost of the beautiful, bellowing sea of grass. The bison were long dead, the Kiowa and Comanche now ghosts between the stalks of blue grama, and a wind was coming in from the north.

It whispered to those who could still listen and would heed its warnings.

And Joel Miller, with his only daughter, listened and waited and didn’t like what he heard. First, the drought came. Lasted ten years. Then the economic freefall that blew out entire financial systems on a global scale.

And then, like a ghoulish nightmare, a specter of death that came from the ill-resting spirits of the bison, came the dust storms.

The air crackled with electricity, car radios clicked off, overwhelmed by the static. Ignitions shorted out. Waves of sand swept over the roads. Children were lost and found thirty feet from their back doors, dead, suffocated on dust. Five thousand feet tall, wider than entire cities, this was blind vengeance, a reckoning well-deserved.

And for the first time in his life, Joel Miller was afraid.

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Random Doctor Who Facts You Might Not Know, Part 44

Tw: suicide, lots of alternate universe stuff where the Doctor is generally being unDoctorly

According to Ruath, Time Lords and Vampires share 98% of the same genes. (Novel: Goth Opera)

Before graduating from the Academy, the Doctor lost a game of chess to Savar so badly that he almost cried from the humiliation of it all. (Novel: The Infinity Doctors)

A version of the Doctor from an alternate universe (who resembled the Sixth) was targeted by Braxiatel (who was Lord Burner, the personal assassin to the President) for erasure from history, so the Doctor killed Braxiatel. He fled Gallifrey, was eventually found and put on trial, and then became Lord Burner himself. (Audio: Disassembled)

The Master once helped deliver a baby just so he could convince the parents to name him Edward, so he could make a joke about "Ted with the tech." This would make their name T MEARS, which is an anagram for MASTER. (Audio: The Auton Infinity) As you can tell, this was a very normal thing to do.

The Third Doctor was forced to fill out an application when he started working with UNIT. This displeased him greatly. He kept telling them to ask the Brigadier for the answers and admitted to having no idea what a national insurance number was. (Novel: The Time Lord Letters)

The Doctor once lost a bet with Oliver Reed and subsequently had to swim naked in the English Channel. (Comic: The Betrothal of Sontar)

In an alternate universe, the Doctor committed suicide to escape being captured by the Time Lords after stealing the TARDIS. The new incarnation called herself Susan Foreman and drank heavily. She was captured eventually. Originally, her punishment would have been exile, but it was elevated to death. She was sent to the TARDIS, where she was supposed to stay for the rest of her life, and if she attempted to dematerialize, she would dematerialize permanently as though she never existed at all. She was eventually told via letter that this is not the case and dematerialized, but she had no idea if this letter was true or not. (Audio: Exile)

The Sixth Doctor's trial on Space Station Zenobia was arranged by Vansell. Vansell also played a role in appointing an Inquisitor and a Valeyard for the trial. (Novel: SynthespiansTM)

In another alternate universe, the Doctor killed Eric Vollmer for the greater good and to cover up super-soldier experiments. The Doctor promised he would take care of his daughter, Ruth, as a surrogate father, but twenty-seven years later, Ruth found out the Doctor had killed her father. She also found out that this Doctor planned on killing her as well as she began to learn more about these experiments. She let one of the still-surviving, mutated experiments named Flint shove the TARDIS key down the Doctor’s throat and break his neck. (Audio: Full Fathom Five)

What followed this was regeneration. Confused, the new incarnation introduced himself and asked who Ruth was, so Ruth also introduced herself and said "goodbye" before shooting him, causing him to regenerate again and leaving Ruth wondering how many more regenerations he would have until he was dead. This incarnation of the Doctor has the shortest tenure - 11 seconds. (Audio: Full Fathom Five)

Griffin manipulated the Eighth Doctor’s biodata to a point where he could no longer perceive UV or violet. He later claimed to fix it and have "his violet back." (Novel: Unnatural History)

This was a lie, obviously. The Eighth Doctor would eventually admit he still could not perceive violet and was thus immune to mind-controlling paint. (Novel: To the Slaughter) This biodata abnormality was never fixed in canon (to my knowledge), so the Doctor was probably unable to perceive violet at least until his regeneration.

The Time Lords are incredibly strict on their policies on non-intervention (with, of course, some exceptions...). This policy is ingrained in the mind of every Time Lord, and breaking this conditioning will typically result in memory loss, the shutdown of parts one's personality, and potentially madness. (Novel: Time and Relative)

The Obverse is a pocket universe where time and space never was and never will be. (Novel: The Blue Angel)

In the Obverse, the Doctor's mother is a mermaid. 🧜‍♀️ (Novel: The Blue Angel)

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﹒﹒ unisex names masterlist !

back again with another masterlist for u all after receiving some anon suggestions . here's 250+ unisex first names for ur next character , these come from various influence points but some of them really are just pulled from thin air . the names are sorted by first letter but not alphabetically within each letter ! if u found this useful , feel free to like or reblog to boost this .

A : ashtyn , avery , adrian , anderson , abbott , aaren , aki , alix , amari , aden , arden , addison , angel , arizona , armani , ayla , austen , avani , august , ajay .

B : bailey , beck , bellamy , blaine , blake , brooks , bryce , bodhi , beverly , boston , boyd , benz , banks .

C : cameron , camden , carter , casey , charlie , chicago , carson , courtney .

D : dakota , dallas , delaney , denver , dylan , drew , dua .

E : eden , eli , elliot , emerson , emery , erin , evan , everest , ezra .

F : fallon , finley , finn , forest , foster , finnick , frankie .

G : gem , gabe , gray , genesis , garnet , greer .

H : hale , harley , harlow , harper , haven , hayden , hayes , hunter , hero , holland , hollis , hudson , honey .

I : indy , indiana , isa .

J : jace , jack , jade , jamie , jay , joey , jordan , jude , juniper , julian , jagger , journey .

K : kali , keegan , kelan , kendal , kenzie , kieran , kit , knox , kyle , kaiden , karsyn , kourtney .

L : lake , laurence , lennon , lennox , landry , levi , logan , london , luca , lux , lyric , love , link , lincoln .

M : maddox , madison , manning , manny , marlow , marley , mason , max , morgan , montana , milo , michi , memphis , milan , mica .

N : nevada , nicky , noah , nye , nova , nash , nyjah .

O : ollie , ozzy , orion , onyx , oakley , owen , oliver , ocean , opal , otto , orlando , odelia .

P : paris , pratt , parker , pascal , pax , paxton , paxon , penn , peyton , phoenix , presley , psalm , pearl .

Q : quincy , quinn , quentin .

R : rae , ryan , reagan , reed , reece , rei , rem , riley , river , robin , rocky , rory , royal , rowan , ryder , ryker , reign , rue .

S : sean , sacha , sailor , salem , sam , sawyer , scout , shiloh , skye , skyler , sloane , sol , spencer , stevie , sutton , sydney , storm , sab , seven , saint , sage , shelby , silver .

T : tai , teagan , torrence , tyler , tristan , trevor , tove , toni , tommy , theo , terry , tatum , tanner , tate , tayler , taryn , tris .

U : uma .

V : val , vesper , vega , vaughn , vince , venus , vinny .

W : waverly , wade , whitney , winnie , willy , wylie , wren , wyatt , winter , winslow , wolfe , west , weston .

X : xio , xyla , xashary .

Y : yael , yves , yara , yensi , yale .

Z : zane , zuri , zoe , zion , zayden , zero .

#m:masterlist #unisex name masterlist #name masterlist #rpc #rph #rpt

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250 Hollywood Celebrities Sign Letter Demanding Big Tech Censor Anyone Who Opposes Trans Surgeries On Kids

Here are the names of every celebrity who wants to mutilate children. Remember them & for Gods sake, stop supporting their products, movies, shows etc.

Abby Wambach

Adam Eli

Aitch Alberto

AJ Shively

Alan Cumming

Alejandra Caraballo

Alejandra Ghersi

Alex Clark

Alexandra Gutierrez

Alisa Ramirez

Allie Leonard

Allison Goldfrapp

ALOK Vaid-Menon

Alyssa May Gold

Alyssa Milano

Amber Ruffin

Amber Tamblyn

Amy Schumer

Amy Landecker

Andrew Polk

Angelica Ross

Annaleigh Ashford

Antoni Porowski

Aparna Brielle

Arden Myrin

Ariana Grande

Arisce Wanzer

Avan Jogia

Barbie Ferreira

Bebe Rexha

Bella Ramsey

Ben Barnes

Benito Skinner

Benj Pasek

Bethany Cosentino

Bethany Leavel

Billy Eichner

Billy Porter

Bob the Drag Queen

Bobby Berk

Bonnie Milligan

Brad Oscar

Bradley Whitford

Brandon Matthews

Brendan Hines

Bretman Rock

Brian Smith

Brigette Lundy-Paine

Brittany Tomlinson

Busy Philipps

Caesar Samoya

Camila Cabello

Camille A Brown

Cara Delevingne

Chani Nicholas

Chella Man

Chelsea Handler

Cheyenne Jackson

Chris Perfetti

Christa Miller

Cleo Wade

Colton Haynes

Corey Jantzen

Cynthia Erivo

Cynthia McWilliams

Cynthia Nixon

Cyrus Veyssi

D’Arcy Carden

Dakota Fanning

Dan Levy

Darren Criss

David Shatraw

David Oulton

Debra Messing

Deepica Mutyala

Demi Lovato

Des McAnuff

Devery Jacobs

Diana Maria Riva

Diane Guerrero

Dylan Mulvaney

Ed Droste

Eddie Ndopu

EJ Marcus

Elegance Bratton

Eliot Rahal

Elle Fanning

Elliot Page

Emily Hampshire

Emily V. Gordon

Emma Hunton

Erin Reed

Estefania Pessoa

FLETCHER

Freddy Thomas

Gabrielle Union-Wade

Gigi Gorgeous

Glennon Doyle

Gottmik

Grace Kuhlenschmidt

Griffin Dunne

Haley Baldwin Bieber

Hannah Gadsby

Harry Lambert

Hayley Kiyoko

Hilary Montez

Ilana Glazer

Indya Moore

Isaac Mizrahi

Jackie Bazan

Jacob Tierney

Jai Rodriguez

Jameela Jamil

James Blake

James Scully

Jaymes Vaughan

Jamie Lee Curtis

Janaya Khan

Janelle Monáe

Janet Hubert

Jazz Jennings

Jenna Lyons

Jennifer Kerr

Jeremy Fall

Jessica Betts

Jillian Mercado

Jinkx Monsoon

Joe DiPietro

Jonathan Van Ness

Jonathan Bennett

Jonny Pierce

Jordan Stenmark

Jordan Firstman

Jordan Roth

JP Saxe

Judd Apatow

Justin Baldoni

Justin Tranter

Kal Penn

Kamar de los Reyes

Karamo Brown

Kate Reinders

Katherine LaNasa

Kathryn Grody

Kellie Overbey

Kelly Devine

Kendrick Sampson

Kevin Harrington

Kevin Cahoon

Ki Griffin

Kimber Elayne Sprawl

Kimberly Drew

Kristin Chenoweth

Lachlan Watson

Laith De La Cruz

Laura Terruso

Lauren Jauregui

Laverne Cox

Lena Dunham

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Lena Hall

Lilly Singh

Lily Rabe

Liv Hewson

Liza Koshy

Lola Tung

Lorin Latarro

Lovell Adams-Gray

Lucky Bromhead

Mae Martin

Mae Whitman

Maggie Boccella

Maitreyi Ramakrishnan

Mandy Patinkin

Marc Jacobs

Marc Kudisch

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Martha Plimpton

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Matt McGorry

Matt Walton

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Megan Crabbe

Michael D. Cohen

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Moj Mahdara

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Our Lady J

Padma Lakshmi

Patrick Stewart

Patti LuPone

Peppermint

Phillip Picardi

Phoebe Robinson

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Randy Shulman

Raquel Willis

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Rob Holysz

Robert Horn

Rory Dahl

Rosario Dawson

Rupi Kaur

Sam Smith

Sander Jennings

Sandy Rustin

Sara Bareilles

Sara Ramirez

Sarah Ramos

Sasha Velour

Scott Turner Schofield

Shawn Mendes

Shea Couleé

Shea Diamond

Sherri Saum

Sinead Burke

Solomon Hughes

Stephen Kunken

Susie Park

T. Oliver Reid

Taika Waititi

Tan France

Tatiana Maslany

Tess Holliday

Tiffany Namtu

Tommy Dorfman

Tracee Ellis Ross

Travis Alabanza

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Wayne Cilento

Wilson Cruz

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In honor of the twins’ birthday weekend...

Synopsis: Danny and Sam take the twins to a private karaoke room to celebrate their 27th birthday

Words: 4.4k

Warnings: drinking, language, Oliver Reed

Notes: thank you @jmkho for letting me bounce my ideas off of you!!

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“So you’re not gonna tell us where we’re going?” Jake leaned forward from the backseat of Sam’s Tesla to ask between Sam and Danny, who were in the front.

“Nope!” They both chirped with bright smiles.

“Great,” Jake mumbled, looking worried.

“Ease up,” Josh gave him a playful nudge. “I’m sure they’ve got a fun evening planned.”

“You don’t turn 27 everyday,” Danny turned around to tell Jake. “You should be more excited.”

Danny shook his head when he saw that Jake was crossing his arms with a deep frown, glaring at the back of Sam’s driver’s seat.

“I would be more excited if I didn’t have severe trust issues,” Jake grumbled. “I don’t understand why everything has to be a secret tonight.”

“I requested it,” Josh told Jake. “I like a little surprise on my birthday.”

“I’m glad you do,” Jake retorted.

“It’s not like we’re gonna push you off a cliff or something, Jake,” Sam tried to comfort him.

Jake thought on Sam’s words. “I don’t like that you thought of that as an example. That doesn’t make me feel better at all.”

“Look, Jake,” Danny tried to establish eye contact with him. “We made a reservation at a very normal place to celebrate a birthday. It’s going to be a fun evening, you know, once you get a few drinks in you.”

While Jake remained stiff with worry, Josh bounced up and down in his seat in eager anticipation for the night ahead.

The twin’s body language remained the same as Sam drove into the parking lot of a karaoke bar. Jake stared out the window at the neon lights and had to do everything within his power to not let out a deep groan. When Sam and Danny asked him what he wanted to do for his birthday, he had insisted that all he wanted was a few good drinks and to slow things down for a bit. He was certain that Josh must have given them the exact opposite request, so this was how they were meeting them in the middle. Sometimes it stunk to share a birthday with his brother.

“No way,” Josh’s voice raised in excitement. “We’re doing karaoke?”

“We have a private booth,” Sam shared as he put the car into park. “One hour of unlimited drinks and non-stop singing.”

Josh turned to Jake, ready to share his excitement, but his smile quickly curved down when he saw that Jake was pouting at the building.

“Hey, snap out of it,” Josh said, smacking Jake in the arm with the back of his hand. That got Jake to turn in his direction and scowl while rubbing at his bicep. “You’re gonna have fun tonight, god dammit.”

Jake knew he would be scolded for ruining Josh’s night if he didn’t give into things, so he let out a small huff and unbuckled his seatbelt.

“Let’s go then,” he said. Better to get things over with fast than to draw it out.

The four made their way through the front doors and were immediately greeted by even more neon lights in the darkened reception area. Jake gazed around at the bar that he was definitely going to hit up, and the line of rooms that seemed to surround the bar in a circle. Inside those rooms he could just barely make out groups of people flailing their bodies around to muffled music. Josh joined Jake’s side and put a hand on his shoulder.

“I know birthdays are hard for you,” he said under his breath. “Getting older is scary. But we’re in our prime, we gotta enjoy things before we start cracking like glow sticks and knock out after a single drink.”

“I know, I know,” Jake said. He understood where Josh was coming from, it was just kind of his thing to sulk around on his birthday every year. He had been doing it for so long, he really didn’t know what else to do with himself on his special day.

Sam and Danny checked in with the receptionist and then motioned for Jake and Josh to join them when they were handed a key to one of the rooms.

“She said that we could start with some drinks now and order more to the room later if we run out,” Danny said mostly to Jake. It was clear that he was doing everything he could to make Jake feel content, which he did appreciate.

“Why don’t you go to the room and I’ll grab us some drinks then?” he proposed. He hoped he could stall a bit so they wouldn’t immediately force a microphone in his hand.

“Don’t be crazy,” Sam shook his head. “Drinks are on me tonight.”

Even though Jake wanted to protest, Danny and Josh steered him to their private room while Sam peeled off for the bar, promising he would get them the “good shit.” Jake winced, bracing himself for a long evening of tequila shots and margaritas: the only two drinks Sam apparently knew how to order.

They made their way into the room and Jake purposefully took a seat as far away from the microphone stand as he could. The room was on the smaller side, but it still gave them plenty of room to thrash around, which Jake knew for a fact was going to happen. While Josh and Danny started to excitedly look through the song options, Jake leaned forward, practically curling into a ball to disappear from reality. Sam entered the room, his arms loaded with, of course, tequila shots and margaritas, and forced a glass into Jake’s hand.

“Bottoms up!” Sam called to his older brother. “Here’s to 27!”

Jake wasn’t happy about it, but Josh grabbed his arm and lifted him to his feet so they could all clink their glasses together, before shooting it back.

“Fuck me,” Josh choked. “This tequila is awful.”

“It’s a karaoke bar, what did you expect?” Sam laughed.

“Something that doesn’t taste like gasoline,” Josh muttered.

“Jake, do you want to kick things off?” Danny asked, holding the microphone up to Jake.

“No,” Jake couldn’t hide his disgust at the thought of being the first one to sing and make a huge fool of himself.

“I don’t know why I thought that was a good idea,” Danny murmured. He passed the microphone to Josh, who looked to be on the verge of imploding, he was so excited.

“Give Jake a tambourine, that’ll lift his spirits,” Josh leaned into Danny’s side. “One more drink in him and he’ll start to come around. It’s like clockwork, I promise.”

Danny seemed to take some solace in that, and he grabbed a tambourine to force into Jake’s hands. The shitty tequila was catching up to Jake a lot faster than he would have expected but, as he started to sip away at his mediocre margarita, he found that he was still feeling unenthusiastic about singing with his friends.

Josh didn’t let Jake’s sour mood ruin his day as he selected a song with a mischievous grin and leaned over to bellow into the microphone,

“HOW ARE YOU ALL DOING TONIGHT?”

Jake jumped in surprise while Danny and Sam let out loud cackles at Josh’s spectacle.

“THIS ONE'S FOR YOU, SIR JACOB THOMAS!”

“Yeah, Jack!” Sam clapped before getting body slammed by Jake.

A disco ball started to spin above their heads, engulfing them in flashes of pulsing light as “Dancing Queen” pumped out from the speakers. Josh pitched his voice up and started to give the song his all, opening his arms up to the room while closing his eyes. While Sam and Danny cheered and danced along, Jake stared his brother down and worked on his drink. Karaoke was the bane of his existence.

“Come on, sing along, you know this one!” Josh took a break to encourage his twin. He put the mic up to Jake’s face but, with a scowl, Jake pushed it away.

“Boooooo,” Sam and Danny gave him a big thumbs down.

Josh shrugged, unbothered by Jake’s brooding, and worked the room, dancing like he was in the Mamma Mia cast with a wide grin. Jake grabbed another shot and threw it back as he watched his friends. It did look like they were having a good time: Sam looked straight out of Saturday Night Fever with some of the moves he was busting out, and Danny didn’t seem to have a single worry in the world. Josh was entirely in his element, proving that disco really does live in the pelvis, and a few times he caught Jake’s eye, making subtle motions, encouraging him to join them. Jake was starting to feel more loose, the tension releasing from his shoulders and, before he knew it, he found himself shaking a tambourine to the beat.

Okay, so maybe karaoke was a little fun.

Josh finished the song on a high note and then flopped back against the sofa in exhaustion, his face red from giving it his all.

“I need to get in shape for Starcatcher,” he gulped while trying to catch his breath.

“For what it’s worth, you were going pretty hard,” Jake leaned over to put a hand on his shoulder. Josh could tell that Jake was starting to get tipsy enough that he was coming around, so that dramatically lifted his spirits.

Even though Jake could have probably sang the next song, Sam snatched the microphone from Josh and started to leaf through the binder, filled to the brim with every song imaginable.

“Hurry it up!” Josh scolded Sam after waiting a few beats. “We’ve only got an hour!”

“Sorry, sorry,” Sam said over his shoulder. He flipped through a few more pages and then slammed his finger down on one of the song titles, calling out in triumph. He grabbed the remote from the table and quickly punched in the code to the song and then took another shot to brace himself for his performance. In a similar vein, Jake set down the tambourine so he could cover his ears. While Josh had been blessed with some insane pipes, Sam unfortunately did not possess the voice of an angel.

“You’re singing Hozier?” Danny poked fun at Sam with a laugh. “Out of all the songs in there, that’s what you pick?”

“It’s a great fucking song,” Sam held his nose up. For a little extra flair, he pulled his black shirt over his head, exposing his bare chest to the room.

“Tits out for Hozier!” Josh whooped.

“My lover’s got humor, she’s the giggle at a funeral…” Sam started to croon, both offbeat and out of key. Jake exchanged a look with Josh and it was clear that they were both thinking the same thing: thank god Sam stuck to the bass and keys. Danny tried to be supportive of his best friend but, as Sam’s voice got progressively louder and more croaky, Danny’s whoops and cheers died down. A few minutes into the song it was clear that Sam was entirely lost in the music and had forgotten there was anyone else in the room with him.

“IF I’M THE PAGAN OF A GOOD TIME, MY LOVER’S IN THE SUNLIGHT,” Sam was more screaming than singing as he dropped down to his knees and leaned his head up to face the heavens above. He sounded like a dying cat as his deep voice warbled, and Jake and Josh flinched at every note. Danny downed the rest of his margarita and then excused himself to get a refill. Jake noticed that Danny had returned a few minutes later, but waited outside the door where Sam’s ungodly vocals were muted until the song finished.

When Sam finished his last note, his voice cracking multiple times, he did a mic drop and brushed off his shoulder like he had just given the best vocal performance in recorded history. Danny came back into the room and slipped another drink into Jake’s hand.

“I think we should keep Sam off the mic for the rest of the night,” he said softly to Jake and Josh so Sam wouldn’t hear. “That was atrocious.”

Jake looked down at the IPA Danny had given him and smiled. Leave it to Danny to get him a drink that he actually enjoyed. He downed half of the bottle and then wiped the excess away from his mouth.

“Let’s do this shit,” he announced, starting to sound a bit British.

“Yeah, Jake!” Josh cheered him on.

Jake grabbed the microphone from the ground with a grunt and wiped off Sam’s saliva with the back of his linen top. Josh’s voice scolding Sam for taking too long was still ringing in Jake’s ears, so he rushed to find a song that jumped out at him. He was smart to go after Sam because he could literally choose any song on the planet and it would be better than what they had just endured. The problem was, Jake was determined to prove to his band members that he could outsing all of them. That was mostly the booze giving Jake an unfathomable amount of confidence, but his face lit up when he saw the perfect song.

“Jesus Christ,” Josh muttered under his breath as "I Believe In A Thing Called Love” flashed on the television screen. “You haven’t had near enough drinks to do that one.”

“You only turn 27 once,” Jake reminded Josh.

The guitars opened the song and Jake turned his attention to the screen, focusing hard so the lyrics would stop blurring together.

“Can’t explain all the feelings that you’re making me feel,” he started, having to stop halfway through to hold down a large burp. “My heart’s in overdrive and you’re behind the steering wheel.”

“This is gonna be a trainwreck,” he could hear Josh tell Danny behind his back. Jake knew at that moment that he had to give every ounce of his being into the song and knock Josh’s damn socks off.

“TOUCHING YOUUUUUUU, TOUCHING MEEEEEEE,” his voice seamlessly shifted up to falsetto with a pretty impressive vibrato. Josh needed to quit forgetting that, as twins, they basically had the same damn vocal cords. “TOUCHING YOU, GOD, YOU’RE TOUCHING ME!” Jake continued, feeling weightless from the joy of outperforming his brother. He was doing things with his voice that he didn’t even know were humanly possible as he entered the chorus and switched back and forth between high and low pitches, his voice in the middle of an intense ping pong match.

“I BELIEVE IN A THING CALLED LOOOOOOOOOOVE,” Jake wailed.

Danny and Sam screamed out in shock that Jake was actually nailing it and they joined in on the backup vocals while hitting their tambourines hard. Josh took a while to come around but, when Jake held out a hand to get him on his feet during the next verse, Josh accepted it. They stood together and Jake drunkenly slung an arm over Josh’s shoulders.

“TOUCHING YOU,” he sang, and then shoved the microphone in Josh’s face.

“TOUCHING ME,” Josh belted with a beam.

Together they finished the song in an ear-piercing scream, nearly shattering the glasses that were collecting in the booth.

“Shit,” Josh gave Jake a pat on the back. “I forgot you could sing like that.”

“Intimidated?” Jake arched an eyebrow at him.

“Maybe a little,” Josh chuckled.

“I don’t think I can go after that,” Danny admitted, tossing the microphone that Jake had dropped back onto the table from hand to hand.

“Oh quit it,” Sam snorted. “You know you have a fucking beautiful voice.”

“Come on, Dan the Man!” Jake encouraged him. That was enough coaxing to motivate Danny to move to the binder and pick a song. He was doing a good job hiding it but, out of all the guys, Danny had managed to sneak in the most drinks for the evening, so his head was spinning as he searched through the song selection. He wanted to sing a song that was hard, but he also didn’t want to make their evening turn into a competition.

“Aha,” Danny whispered.

“Four, tres, two, uno,” the backing vocals on the karaoke track counted Danny in.

“What?” Josh cocked his head to the side.

“Listen up, y’all, ‘cuz this is it, the beat that I’m banging is delicious.”

“Fergalicious, definition, make them boys go loco,” Danny started to sing softly. Sure, he had grown up with the Kiszka brothers by his side and sang on plenty of tracks with them over the years, but it was still nerve wracking to sing in their presence.

“Oh god,” Sam groaned out. “I’m out of here.”

Sam stood to his bare feet (he had ditched his shoes the second he came into the room) and started to stomp to the door when Jake reached up to hold him in place.

“Quit being such a punkass bitch,” Jake warned him. Sam took note that Jake was starting to sound more like Oliver Reed, which was a sign that any trace of Jake was going to be replaced soon by a crazed, British lunatic. He didn’t want to get on Oliver Reed’s bad side, so he quickly took a seat back by Josh.

Danny’s confidence was building as he got farther into the song and, before he knew it, he was whipping his head to the music, his curls flying around.

“Fergalicious definition, make them boys go crazy,” Danny continued, “They always claim they know me, comin’ to me, call me Stacy.”

“Hey Stacy,” Jake leaned over Josh to call out in his Oliver Reed voice. Danny had to take a brief pause from singing to collect himself since he started to laugh hard at Oliver Reed’s sudden appearance.

“Make it end,” Sam wailed, taking his turn to cover his ears. Danny moved to his side and forced him up to his feet to give him a twirl.

“I’m Fergalicious, my body stay vicious, I be up in the gym just working on my fitness, he’s my witness,” Danny continued while spinning a really dizzy Sam around.

“OOOOH WEEEEEEE!” Oliver Reed sprung to his feet and hollered, squeezing his eyes shut and balling his hands up into fists. Josh stared at his twin in awe. He must have had a lot more drinks than Josh had realized.

Sam collapsed back onto the couch after Danny finished spinning him, looking in a daze. But that didn’t stop him from downing the rest of his margarita.

“Help me,” he whispered across the room to Josh. Josh could only shrug back at him.

Danny and Oliver Reed were now dancing in the middle of the room, shaking their asses like there was no tomorrow. Oliver Reed even went out of his way to do a pretty impressive hair flip, even though it would have been even better if his hair was still on the longer side. The lights seemed to sync up with the song as different hues of blue, red, green, and yellow flashed on Josh and Sam’s faces as they watched their two friends absolutely lose their minds to the song.

The room finally stopped spinning for Sam, but it was replaced with the feeling of a headache that was bound to erupt at any second. It didn’t help that the bass thumping through the speakers was vibrating his skull. Josh perked up from his seat and shot up to his feet.

“Jake, no!” he called out as Oliver Reed lifted a foot up onto the table. “Jake, no, don’t,” Josh tried again, but to no avail. Oliver Reed let out a gruff grunt and pushed himself up onto the table, its legs shaking at the added weight.

“WOOOO!” Oliver Reed screamed down at a surprised Josh. “I AM A GOD!”

It was hard to focus on Oliver Reed’s hijinks because, in front of him, Danny broke into the rap part, hitting each bar perfectly.

“All the time I turn around brothers gather round, always looking at me up and down, looking at my uhh, I just wanna say it now, I ain’t tryin’ to round up drama little mama, I don’t wanna take your man.”

Oliver Reed, a little bit too fired by Danny’s performance, attempted to jump up and down but instead lost his balance and kicked off the table, landing on his back with a loud crack. Danny seemed entirely unbothered by Oliver Reed’s accident.

“And I know I’m comin’ off just a little bit conceited and I keep on repeating how the boys wanna eat it, but I’m tryin’ to tell that I can’t be treated like clientele, cause they say she’s delicious,” he continued to spit bars.

“Owwww,” Oliver Reed groaned from the floor, clutching at his side. He heard Danny finish out his verse which filled him back with life since he lurched to his feet and continued to thrash around. Josh had been on the verge of rushing to Oliver Reed’s side, but instead stopped and gaped at his brother in horror. The alcohol content in those margaritas had to be off the charts.

The song came to a close and Danny, still feeling adrenaline from his performance, proceeded to chuck the microphone as hard as he could at the wall. They all flinched when it slammed against the black wallpaper and clamored to the floor. Since it was closest to Sam, he picked up the microphone and tapped on it a few times.

“It’s broken,” he announced.

Before Oliver Reed could call Danny a “fucking wanker” for breaking the mic, an employee knocked on the door and poked his head inside the room.

“We got a few noise complaints. Someone mentioned something about the loud sound of a body dropping? Are you all good here?”

PEACHY!” Oliver Reed hollered at the man, spraying his spit everywhere. The guy’s eyes tracked down to the empty glasses and bottles that were starting to fill their room, and then eyed the timer above the door. They had only been in there for about twenty-five minutes.

“Fucking hell,” the guy muttered, closing the door back shut.

“What do we do?” Danny turned to Sam, suddenly starting to feel guilty. The last thing he wanted was to ruin the twins’ birthday with his own recklessness. Sam shook his head.

“Beats me,” he replied. He was frankly surprised that, out of the group, he and Josh seemed to be the most level-headed people there. Talk about opposite day.

“We need to hurry before the peelers find us,” Jake whipped his head around, searching for an escape route. “They’ll never catch me alive.”

Before any of them could stop him, Jake tore for the door, struggled to turn the knob, and then sprinted through the lobby area and out onto the street, his teeth clenched and his head down to reach Olympic speeds.

“Man,” Sam sighed as he watched his older, very drunk brother disappear from sight. “We’re gonna have to spend the rest of the night looking for him, aren’t we?”

“No,” Josh shook his head. “He’ll be in the park hiding in a bush. This isn’t his first time running from the ‘peelers.’”

“Do you think they’re gonna make me pay a fine for property damage?” Danny had to ask as he stared between the broken microphone laying on the ground and the decent-sized crater that had formed in the wall.

“Not if you move to Brazil and change your name,” Josh joked.

“Danny, we’re loaded after that last tour,” Sam reminded him. “This is the kind of shit we can pull now that we’re world famous rockstars.”

Danny was feeling too disoriented to argue with Sam that he doubted they were that famous, so he let Sam lead the way out of the private room, through the lobby, and out the front door that Oliver Reed had just rushed through.

While they strolled to the park to retrieve their brother, Sam placed a hand on Josh’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry things kinda turned south,” he apologized. “This must feel like a shitty birthday.”

“Are you kidding me?” Josh let out a hearty laugh. “Anytime Oliver Reed comes out, it’s a party. Hell, I’m just glad that we were able to get out and do something. And I got to hear Danny rap? C’mon, I can’t think of a better way to celebrate 27.”

“Arr,” Oliver Reed agreed from inside a bush they had just passed. The three men abruptly stopped and then turned around to try and find where the sound had come from. Slowly Oliver Reed revealed himself, his head just barely poking above the juniper shrub.

“Jesus, Jake,” Danny had to catch his breath. Josh gave Sam a smug grin.

“I told you he was going to be in a bush.”

“And a fine bush at that,” Oliver Reed declared as he struggled to untangle himself from the complex pattern of branches. “Ah, fuck,” he cursed as he stumbled around and fell back in the foliage. Josh lurched forward to help pick him back upright. “Cheers,” Oliver Reed grunted as he brushed twigs off of his shirt and pants. “Nice to see the pigs didn’t come to round you up.”

“Nice to see that you’re still alive and well, Oliver,” Josh commented back.

“Ay,” Oliver Reed let out a few barking laughs. “I can never die!”

He walked a few paces ahead of Josh, Sam, and Danny, and then turned in a confused circle.

“Where does a guy have to go to get a fucking drink around here?” he complained.

“Back at my place,” Sam was quick to answer. “You shouldn’t be in public right now.”

“Can’t argue with that,” Oliver Reed huffed, and then started trekking back towards Sam’s Tesla.

“Hey!” Josh called up to his brother.

“WHAT?” Oliver Reed hollered back.

“Happy Birthday, brother!” Josh shouted.

“Ah, ha ha ha!” Oliver Reed let out his signature cackle. Then, he started to do a drunken jig up ahead on the sidewalk.

“They say it’s your birthday, well it’s my birthday too, yeh…”

“I think he had a good birthday,” Danny decided as he watched Oliver Reed air guitar and scat to The Beatles song.

“In that case, we did good,” Sam said, wrapping his arms around Danny and Josh.

“Right-o,” Josh agreed, grinning around at everyone. “27 feels good so far.”

“I’m glad it’s your birthday, happy birthday to you,” Oliver Reed screeched ahead.

#greta van fleet #gvf #greta van fleet fanfiction #greta van fleet fanfic #gvf fanfiction #gvf fic #gvf fanfic #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #oliver reed #sam kiszka #danny wagner #here's to 27 boys

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Warrior cat name Ideas Prefixes - A-Z A Acorn Adder Amber Ant Apple Arch Arrow Aspen Ash Asher Alder Amber B Badger Bark Beech Bellow Birch Berry Bird Black Blizzard Brave Breeze Bright Brown Bell Bug Beetle Bluebell Blue Bounce Brindle Brush Bush Buzzard Buzz Bee Bumble Bass Basil Bubble Brine Beaver Bison (I feel like this only goes good with ‘horn’ or Bisonpelt/fur.) Bat Bone Butterfly Burdock Broken Bramble Bracken Bay Brisk Blossom Briar Boil Branch Bud C Cloud Cloudy Crystal Cold Cricket Cliff Cardinal Crying Cougar Coyote Cobweb Chick Cow Cave Cheetah Carrot Coral Cactus Claw Cedar Cherry Cinder Clover Copper Creek Crooked Crouch Crow D Dew Dewy Duck Dusty Dust Dune Down Dagger Dodge Dolphin Daisy Doe Dapple Dappled Dark Dawn Dead Dove Drift Dusk E Eagle Ebony Echo Egg Eel Ember F Fallen Fallow Fawn Feather Fennel Fern Ferret Finch Fire Flame Fleet Flint Flower Flow Fly Fox Freckle Frog Frost Furze Fuzzy Foal Falling Fall G Gale Gust Golden Gold Goose Gorse Gorge Grass Gray Green Grass Goldfish Guppy Ghost H Hail Half Hare Hawk Hay Hoot Hazel Heather Heavy Hollow Holly Honey Honeycomb Hummingbird Horse Happy Hornet Hound Heron I Ice Ivy J Jagged Jay Joy Jaguar Jackdaw Jump Juniper K Kestrel Kink Koi L Lake Larch Leaf Lark Leopard Lichen Lightning Lily Lion Little Lizard Log Long Lost Loud Low Lynx M Maggot Mallow Maple Marsh Meadow Milk Minnow Mint Mist Misty Mole Moon Morning Moss Mossy Moth Mottle Mouse Mouth Mud Mumble Mink Muddy Moonlight Mountain Mushroom Monkey N Nettle Needle Nut Newt Night Nimble O Oak Oat Odd Olive One Otter Owl Orange Ocean Orca Opal P Pale Perch Pool Pike Peak Prickle Pounce Pine Petal Petal Pebble Pear Patch Pirate(kittypet or loner) Polar Peach Panda Pond Pigeon Plum Q Quail Quick R Rabbit Rain Ragged Rat Rattle Root Raspberry Reed Red Robin Rock Rose Rowan Rubble Running Rushing Rush Russet Rust Rye Raven Raccoon Rustle Rattlesnake Ravine Rapid S Sage Short Sheep Sedge Shrew Slate Slow Snail Sneeze Sorrel Soot Spider Spruce Sun Sunny Swallow Shallow Shade Sharp Scorch Sand Sandy Sky Silver Smoke Snake Soft Snow Sparrow Speckle Splash Spotted Squirrel Stalking Stalk Stalker Starling Stone Storm Stumpy Stump Sweet Swift Shred Sloe Shell Seed Shimmer Shimmering Skunk Spirit Squid Shy Sound Summer Sapphire Spiraling Spiral Shark Saturn T Tall Talon Tooth Timber Tiger Twig Tumble Thorn Thistle Thrush Tawny Tangle Ting Trout Torn Toad Tiny V Vine Vixen Void Vole W Wasp Weasel Web Weed Wet Whisker White Whale Wild Willow Wind Wolf Winter Wisteria Whisper Whispering Water Wave Waver Whisper Watermelon Whistle Wood Y Yellow

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Yarrow- suggested

You guys DONT WANNA KNOW how LONG this took. I’m crying. And I might’ve missed some so feel free to send me messages in chat to request me editing it and putting it in some (not like messaging but the. Chat in this post lol.)

@cryptidclaw I also did this for our Au to help us with renaming.

I will get to suffixes soon I promise.

#Greekstar’s Suffixes/Prefixes #name ideas #Prefixes #suffixes #Just some name suggestions.

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Occhiolism!!!!

(obscure feelings) meme— drabbles. Occhiolism: The awareness of the smallness of your perspective.

"Princess." He starts.

"Nanna, if you're so inclined."

"Kid." He finishes.

Nobles. The lot of 'em weaving a cursory set of rules only to have 'em strewn on the floor—he doesn't really get the way they mount themselves on titles and the low beat of a distant drum. Mighty fuckin' convenient if you asked him. (But he's a sellsword— a mercenary. He'll march to this bedlam if there's a long enough pocket-string attached.) But, sure. Yeah. Fine. If she's Nanna, she's Nanna. Linus thinks the lass needs a second stool; she's so petite, he wonders if girls like her were made in the same place Nino was.

(You know.)

"Mister Reed." She makes him swallow on his finish with the way her smile reaches her eyes.

(Where they crushed common sage and lemon balm and made girls of the same ilk as the sun.)

"Ah, that ain't even how my ol' man would want to go by! Come on, kid, you're killin' me here!" His mug meets the unpolished table with a banal thud, the weight of his words notwithstanding that gaze of olive and emerald. She has no business with him, no, but sticks around thinking he's got enough bedrock to be shaken. "I'm usually the one hitting rounds 'round here. Talky sort, and th' like. And sure, right. We may have been strung int'a the typical pickpocket bullshit that comes with the turf, but I hardly think that's conversation worthy."

Play stupid games, win stupid prizes. When a fiddlin' thief tried to slip his hands into Linus' coat, it was a test to see which finger got the firecracker treatment first. Except. That time mercy came with a swift twist of a wrist, and a cinnamon girl lifting the stranger's whole arm skyward in the middle of a busy street.

"Hey! Is someone missing a hand? I found it in another man's pocket." She ends the fiend before he begins, enacting a will that felt so radically different from Linus' own. Piece of shit went flying by the seat of his pants, away from prying eyes and the saltiest condemnation à la judge, jury, and fanged execution.

While Linus had had the best laugh of the day back when, now was different. Now was not some extraordinary day, just a card from the same ol' mundane. What could a princess make of the mundane?

"I don't see why you're so opposed, but if it displeases you, I'm off then."

Was she even old enough to drink? He doesn't mean to, but halts her by the heels with a question that's been boggling him to hell and back.

"Listen, kid. What's there to talk about? What are you going to get from it?"

"Do I need to get something from it to get to know you?"

"You're never gonna get me, even if you tried."

"You make yourself out to be a myth." She bats.

"And you, a sage." He bats back.

She releases an airy scoff from her nose. "Hardly. I would love that worldliness, but all I have is what I know."

"And what do you know?"

"That it's men like you living from day to day that make our world wider. You cannot bear witness to the horizon if you cannot listen to the pulse of the people."

A snort. "Ah, so that's it, is it? I'm a pulse? You're the hand from above, trying to feel for me?"

"I was born of flesh and grew up by the coast—with not much to come by besides my makeshift family. Reformed bandits, struggling off the lands because of the tariffs of my forefathers." There's a fondness, a regret, a nostalgia tinging her voice like a spritz of sea salt. It's that look in her eyes that makes even a distant memory feel so close he could share it. He sifts through the same sort of memory, as Bern's common folk made even a mad dog honorable. "There's no reaching from above when I was already at sea level to begin with."

"Huh."

"Huh." She smiles, matching his beat.

In the back of his mind, he hears the low beat of a distant drum. And wonders if, of all people, it's actually his.

He raises a hand to the barkeep, with a toothy grin gradually growing in peculiar amusement. Fangs and all.

"Can we get this girl a drink? I wanna hear what she's got t'say."

—End.

#{ drabbles #justicefanged #{ so i don't know blazing blade at all forgive me LOL #{ me reading through pages of your blog and then going into the game scripts: i'm going to commit to the bit #{ this was hella fun to write though thank you for sending it in!#{ btw i have no idea what the legal age to drink is in thracia don't look finn

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I come to bring a compilation of information and yes all at once. The things here I took from old interviews so a lot could have changed throughout Luke's life (or not hehe) and other things are just my conclusions without confirmation (based on my searches on the internet).

Luke is a fun and intelligent person, a nerd full of charisma and style, loaded with the best British style he could have, a cigarette in one hand, a drink in the other, a smile and beautiful hazel eyes.

I hope you enjoy it because there are things about him that make me smile. :)

-> Luke Brandon Field (Luke Shoefield) was born on March 21, 1988 in Paddington which is a region in the City of Westminster, London, England.

-> His height is 1,83 m

-> He currently lives alone in an apartment in Los Angeles.

-> He is the son of Gary Shoefield and (probably and without confirmation) of Sharon Lorraine Price.

-> Luke is from a Jewish family. He grew up in a relatively Jewish neighborhood.

Here are some links about him:

IMDb | United Agents

Facebook 1 | 2

Twitter | Instagram | Spotify

-> Luke has as friends Daniel Sharman, Ian Bohen, Taika Waititi, Pamela Francesca and among others that I wouldn't know how to name, but to know more just visit his instagram. On his facebook there are very old and funny photos from the time when he studied. On instagram there are several pictures of him with his friends, his father and work. He was always fun and funny.

-> His name Luke is after Luke Goss, member of the English boyband Bros.

-> Luke's taste in music was influenced by his father from an early age, he was a fan of Glam Rock, Punk Rock and 70's Pop.

-> He is a fan of bands and musicians like Nico, David Bowie, Elvis, The Clash, Sweet, The Strokes, Lou Reed, T. Rex and others.

-> He has a band with Camila Gray called ROGUES.

-> Luke is an Arsenal fan.

-> Luke's godfather is an actor too and influenced him.

-> His favorite drink is Canadian Club.

-> Her idols are her father (Gary Shoefield) and Oliver Reed.

-> He went to drama school in New York when he was 18-19 years old (circa 2006) and had to live independently for the first time.

-> He went to Los Angeles in 2008.

-> Became the first person in England to be accepted by UCLA to study Drama & Film.

-> His first appearance in a film was in 2006 in 'Alien Autopsy'.

-> His first starring role was in 'Where the Road Meets the Sun' (2011) and here Luke won the Best Actor award at the Los Angeles Asian Film Festival.

-> He once said:

"I'd love to do a film set in the swinging 60's, a Michael Cane type role or a lower east side punk in 1970s New York. That would be fun."

-> He dreams of working one day with Woody Allen and Tom Hanks.

-> He grew up surrounded by Punk Rock, his home as a child was "two doors down where Marc Bolan lived".

Marc Bolan was an English musician, singer and songwriter. He was one of the pioneers of the glam rock movement in the early 1970s with his band T. Rex. (wikipedia) But Marc passed away in 1977 and Luke was born in 1988, but his mother was Marc's neighbor and grew up there in the 70s.

-> On the same street lived Paul McCartney.

-> At the age of 5-6 he was visited by Brian Connolly.

Brian Francis Connolly was a Scottish musician, best known as the lead singer of the British glam rock band Sweet.(wikipedia)

-> His father at that time (around 1994) was The Sweet's agent.

-> Luke's first show was when he was 6 years old with Gary Glitter and met him.

-> Luke was teased at school for being a David Bowie fan because everyone said he was too gay.

-> Luke has Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars (1973) as his favorite David Bowie album.

-> He was writing a book about Nico (originally it was going to be a screenplay).

Christa Päffgen was a German singer, songwriter, model and actress, better known by the pseudonym Nico.(wikipedia) And I couldn't find any other information about this, the interview I took this part from is 2016.

-> Luke describes Nico as "German goddess with an unusual voice".

-> When asked which song he would like played at his funeral, he replies: 'Afraid' by Nico or 'London Is The Place For Me' by Lord Kitchener (Aldwyn Roberts).

-> When asked if he would have a theme song he replies that it would be Reptilia from The Strokes.

-> He agrees that he looks like a vampire and that even people comment on it.

-> He says his reference for vampires is Bram Stoker.

-> When asked which he would prefer: Buffy or Angel, he answers Buffy. (All this part about vampires is from an interview for Muse by CLIO, where he talks about Lestat too.)

-> Luke's father worked in the entertainment business for 40 years, music, film, TV, aliens and holograms. Luke grew up with it so he frequented many studios and labels and was always on set or surrounded by notable actors or people.

-> In school he liked Shakespeare and musicals.

-> He would be a lawyer if he wasn't an actor, but he doesn't think it would suit him.

-> He returned to London after university and discovered a documentary that talked about fighting the remaining nazis that existed in London and this sparked his interest in their culture and religion. He spent a year and a half doing research and investigating, he discovered that his neighbor across the street (who was 91 years old) was part of this anti-nazi group and that even his late grandfather participated. He was greatly influenced by this story and it helped him rediscover his Jewish identity and feel comfortable with his culture.

-> Luke is not orthodox. When asked if all this helped him find a path to his religion, he replies:

"Exactly. I mean, I'm not Orthodox. But I feel peace of mind, a sense of... I've now found where I belong in some way. I'm sure it'll probably change in a year, but I feel good about it now."

-> He is the only member of his acting class from 9 years ago who managed to make a living out of it. He says:

"We've all come close, we've all been rejected. We all work hard. Nine times out of 10 you'll get losses, so it is for the thick-skinned. If you're not living, breathing, smoking it each day, it's not for you. I'm the only person in my acting class from nine years ago who makes a living out of this. If someone came to me at 16 and was like, "I want to act," I 'd be like, "Do it now. If it doesn't work out within two or three years, do something else you enjoy. Or find something to do and if you want to do it on the side, then great. Because if you put too much emphasis on it, it will hurt you."

-> Luke's father also lives in LA. Luke wants to stay close to his friends and family. He says:

"My dad lives in L.A.; he's my best friend. I step out of line, he'll tell me immediately. And I've got good friends."

And:

"I don't think I could ever get to that place because my friends, my family, are the most important, the most constant, things in my life. Apart from my football team, of course."

(when he says my football team he means Arsenal because he's a fan.)

-> Luke likes to be professional (and very responsible) when it comes to money. He says:

"As an actor, I'm a professional. As a friend, I'm a professional. I'm there to do my job. But I also need to be professional about money. Obviously you have an accountant, but you need to do your own checks and balances. Otherwise you can get into a lot of trouble."

-> Luke is a person who runs after opportunities, who creates them without waiting for them to knock on his door. He says:

"Because you can't wait for opportunities. You've got to do it yourself. Like how I found out about that story that moved me about Judaism. What did I do? I decided to do research, write and get it into the public. And I sold it to the BBC. I'm not saying it will get made or that I'll be in it, but at least I feel like I have some control over my artistic destiny, rather than waiting for a manager or an agent to tell me there's an audition next week, or I might get this role. I think it's the same in any artistic pursuit. In music, you make a song, you try and produce it, you get friends to do it, you put it up on Spotify. If you want to do advertising, you come up with several ideas, then go to the agencies and pitch them. See if you can make that difference. I don't really feel like opportunities come too often. You gotta make your own."

-> During the pandemic (in 2020) he:

read Brian Southall's Sex Pistols: 90 Days at EMI;

when asked what he was watching he replies:

"Just started The Spy on Netflix, which is very watchable. Started off in isolation watching the mandatory Love Is Blind and Tiger King, but have delved into my Criterion Collection subscription. Just finished watching Betty Blue—a masterpiece!"

*And here I open a parenthesis to talk about the day he and Assad posted about Betty Blue on instagram. Luke had already watched the film in 2020 and then became a fan. On the day in question he thanks a friend for the movie poster. Luke has a collection of posters in his apartment.

practiced 120 push-ups on a machine he successfully set up;

his hobbies (during the pandemic so I don't know if he still does) was learning to cook and learning Welsh.

-> When asked what was the best work email he received during the pandemic, he replies:

"Happy Birthday, you throw the best bday parties, this must really suck for you... hahaha."

-> Luke would like to play villains, he says:

"It's interesting that the bad guy don't think they are bad."

I hope you enjoyed this short summary of who Luke Brandon Field is and I hope from the bottom of my heart that he gets everything he ever dreamed of and deserves because he truly is an amazing person.

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