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I miss the kanye who had just started dating kim and was really happy and in love. I'll always love bound 2 and the music video even though it's silly
#what you doin in the club on a thursday#she said she only here for her girl birthday#they order champagne but still look thirstay#rock forever 21 but just turned thirtay
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𝘐 𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘔𝘺 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘺 𝘕𝘦𝘢𝘵 // 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘞𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳
Summary: Dean Winchester is a hardened man. While he would love to, he can’t maintain a proper relationship due to his line of work. With how much of a sweetheart you are, Dean finds it almost impossible to keep you at an arm’s distance.
Warnings: implied age gap but it's not fully mentioned (reader is 27, Dean is 40 in this if ur curious), moderate angst, AQUAPHOBIA WARNING (almost-drowning), witches, canon-typical violence, Dean saves you hehe, fluff, lowkey grumpy x sunshine, Dean is in denial and thinks you deserve better than him, self-hatred, guilt on Dean’s part, you’re both into each other but he’s so scared of hurting you, Southern!Reader bc i said so hehehe, Dean is YEARNING
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Word Count: 1462
Dean would never consider himself soft. Sure, he was good with kids, but only because he basically had to raise Sam by himself. Those experiences in his own childhood slipped from his hands like sand in an hourglass, and that little ball of softness went right with it.
Until one case in Louisiana, when it practically fell right into his arms.
He and Sam had been there tracking a coven of witches in New Orleans, like something straight out of American Horror Story. Based on the news reports, the victims were all friends or family of one of the suspected witches– likely her initiation into the group, to prove she was worthy. A young girl had gotten caught in the crossfire, simply because she was roommates with one of them, and accidentally led the Winchesters right to the coven.
He’d seen you right before they began the real hunt, having gone back to your house for a final round of questioning. Truthfully, he’d gone by to flirt his way into checking the house for any hex bags, but your witchy roommate was good about keeping it out of her living space. When he didn’t find anything, he couldn’t seem to deny your offer for a cup of coffee, while you did your best to inquire about the case.
“Why do you think Rebecca is involved?” You asked, somewhat nervously.
You sat across from Dean as he sat on the couch, cross-legged in a papasan chair, one hand tapping your thigh nervously and the other holding your floral patterned mug.
“We’re just trying to rule her out as a suspect, Ma’am. As soon as we do that, the sooner we can get to figuring out what’s been happening around here.” He had reassured you. “Are you sure you haven’t been noticing any irregularities in her routine?”
“We have each other on some tracking app, just to be safe, y’know? She tells me that she leaves her job at 7:30 every Thursday, which is a fifteen minute drive from here. Rebecca would always tell me when she should be home, just in case anything happened,” You sighed.
Dean’s eyebrows raised as he waited patiently for you to continue.
“About three months ago, she just kinda’ stopped doin’ it. She’s been going out a lot more than normal, with a big group of girls– met ‘em at work, she said.”
“Do you know where they’ve been going?”
“Mostly just to clubs around town. I checked one day because she hadn’t been home all night and I was worried. Her last location was some place near Lake Pontchartrain, a few miles deep into the woods. I tried finding it online, but nothing turned up. Rebecca hates being outside, she hates camping and all that stuff, so there’s no reason for her to be there.”
“Do you happen to have an exact location?”
Your head shook. “It’s a big area, not a lot of cell towers.”
Dean leaned forward and took your hand, which had still been tapping against your leg.
“I’ll take whatever you’re willing to give me, Sweetheart.”
The next night, a Thursday, Sam and Dean had tracked the coven down to some ritual spot in the middle of the forest. It didn’t take them long, considering that half a mile out, they could hear terrified cries for help.
They found you, tied to a tree and begging for your life as the witches teased and taunted you– even the girl who you told them you considered your best friend.
“You know, Y/N, you’re just too sweet sometimes. You even let an entire coven slip under your nose, because you couldn’t think for a second that your best friend would ever hurt you.” Rebecca sneered, kneeling in front of you and tracing the swell of your cheek with a knife.
“Please, Becca, don't hurt me, I won’t tell anyone!” You cried, tugging against the ropes that cut into your wrists.
Dean was ready to jump out and kill her right then, but Sam’s arm across his chest kept him at bay. For now.
“Don’t hurt me! Please, spare me. Killing you is the key to getting everything I’ve ever wanted! You’re the one who kept telling me to do what I wanted for once!”
Dean watched as the large bonfire cast an orange glow over your terrified features, and his chest ached that he couldn’t quell that fear. It made him think back to Lisa, how much he cared for her. Only after a week, wasDean absolutely enamored with you.
It didn’t take long for the brothers to swing into action, killing the witches with surprising ease. They were plenty in number, but their skill couldn’t rival the brothers’ experience.
As Sam cut your ropes, Dean was chasing after Rebecca as she chanted out a string of Latin. By the time he killed her, the damage had been done and you were writhing on the forest floor, water coming out of your mouth like there was a well in your lungs.
You collapsed into Dean’s arms, grasping at your throat as your eyes watered, chest heaving through the pain.
“Find the fucking bag!” Dean yelled, maneuvering you on your knees, face pointed at the ground as you drowned in open air. Sam dropped to the ground, fumbling through piles of leaves and dirt to find the offending item. In the scramble, the hex bag was kicked near the fire, causing Dean to yank his gun out and shoot it, breaking the spell.
You gasped for breath like a fish out of water as you coughed up the last of the water wheezing and panicking from the fear.
“It's okay, you’re safe.” Dean comforted, holding you to his chest as your body was wracked with sobs.
“I’ve got you, Sweetheart.”
When they were leaving town, Dean made one last stop to visit you in the hospital where you were recovering.
“How are you feelin’, Sweetheart?” He asked, sitting next to your hospital bed. The doctors had decided to keep you for observation for a few days, citing potential damage to your lungs.
“Like hell,” You said with a grin. “Y’all headin’ off?”
Dean nodded. “Gotta head back home. Do you have anywhere you’re planning on going once you’re out of this dump?”
“Not really. I don’t have any family I’m close to, so nobody to couch-surf with. I’m definitely leavin’, though. ‘M not quite sure where I’ll end up.”
He could hear the tinge of sadness in your voice. He knew what it was like to not have a family, a place to call home. He knew it all too well.
“Come with us.”
The rest was history.
Dean couldn’t help but think back to that day often. How lucky he was to have saved at least one life that day. Your life.
He often felt dirty. You were a bright young girl, who could’ve had a great future, had you not been caught up in the mess of their lives. Not once did you ever complain, going with the flow and learning what you could to help them. You were so selfless, almost to a fault; you put up with his temper, his yelling, and when he was feeling particularly annoying. You helped clean his wounds when he was hurt, and when he was once sick, you made him tomato and rice soup, that tasted just like what Mary would make when he still held his innocence.
Dean took his whiskey neat, while you stuck to those same girly cocktails that Sam swore he didn't like.
You were too good to be tarnished by the likes of Dean Winchester.
Dean would always be an eternally bitter man who was constantly angry at something. He rose early due to incessant nightmares, drinking black coffee at three in the morning to stave off his near constant exhaustion. When those nightmares were about you, as they often were, nowadays, he would poke his head in your bedroom just a few doors down, his heart rate calming at how soft you looked, wrapped up in your blankets and a small light on your desk casting a warm light around the room.
Your skin would always glow under the light, illuminating your features and the curve of your nose, how your hair fell into your face and how you would let out a wistful sigh every so often.
You were such a stark contrast to the man who stood in your doorway almost every night. If Dean was marble, you were a flower that could be crushed under it. He was the knife, you were the sacrificial lamb. No matter what universe, Dean would ultimately be your demise, just like everyone else in his life.
As he would gently close the door, he would take one last look at you and whisper one sentence.
“You’re too sweet for me.”
#dean winchester x reader#dean winchester angst#dean winchester fanfiction#dean winchester x you#dean winchester fluff#starspyderfics#supernatural#supernatural x reader
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Hellfire and Honeysuckle, Chapter Ten
Synopsis: A new girl has moved to Hawkins after the events of the hospital attack, with her own story and her own secrets. She's passionate about many things - her education, baking, friendship, kindness - and ready to finally make friends after a lifetime of running from place to place.
Warnings: Jokes about alcohol, discussion of losing virginity, mushy fluffy junk about falling in love, discussion of an American holiday (Thanksgiving - let me add here that I am well aware of how problematic it is, which is why I do not celebrate it - Honey, however, as a young girl in the 80's who does not have access to the same information, would still celebrate it)
Rating: Minors DNI.
Author’s Note: Two things : one, the usual thanks to @thisishellfire and @writerwannabetree for their continued support. Also a thanks to @ghost-not-found for checking in on me during this storm in Texas. It means a lot! And two : I felt bad about making y'all wait, so this chapter did not go through my proofreader's desk (sorry @queenlydias, I still love you tho) . I hope it doesn't sound too terrible!
Honey
Thursday dawned, cold and icy, Thanksgiving day. Honey woke up to the sound of her mother clattering with pots and pans, to the smell of chocolate, to her mother singing along with some Christmas classic album she was playing. It was a beautiful, slow, song. One of both Honey and her mother’s favorites, one they’d hum and sing along to every year. Ella Fitgzgerald’s clear, sweet voice floated through the house as Honey pulled herself to the edge of the bed, reaching for her cane and hobbling to the bathroom.
“Honeysuckle, you up?” Her mother’s voice floated down the hall from the kitchen as Honey opened the bathroom door.
“Yes, Mama, I’m just gonna brush my teeth and I’ll come help you cook!” Honey shouted in the direction of the kitchen, ducking into the bathroom and closing the door before her mother responded. She leaned her cane against the counter, looking at herself in the mirror as she waited for the water to warm up enough for her to wash her face. It had only been four months since they’d moved to Hawkins, she realized. Five since they’d lost aunt Lilah to her father’s rage. But something had changed. Honey had found home here, for the first time, a home that didn’t move around. Sure, Lilah’s house had been close to a home - it was consistent, but it was always far away, and it was only home for a week out of a year. This was home all the time.
Honey knew the streets here. She knew the people. She had phone numbers memorized, she said hello to her neighbors and knew their names. She participated in clubs, hung out with friends. She’d even gotten a boyfriend, which was probably the most shocking thing of all when she sat and thought about it. Honey brushed her teeth, then washed her face, humming in the back of her throat to the song as she ruminated about her life. Eddie and his Uncle Wayne were coming over in a few hours to have Thanksgiving with Honey and her mother. It would be the first holiday in a long time that Honey could remember spending with anyone other than Mama. Honey spit her toothpaste foam out and rinsed her mouth, wiping it on the back of her hand before she grabbed her cane and hobbled to the kitchen.
“Ah, but just in case I stand one little chance; here comes the jackpot question, in advance; What are you doin’ New Year’s, New Year’s Eve?” Mama was singing, her sweet voice blending with Ella Fitzgerald’s as she opened the stove to check on the brownies in the oven, then closed it again and set a timer.
“What are you doin’ New Year’s, New Year’s Eve?” Honey repeated, ending the song. Her voice had never been as clear or as sweet as Mama’s - Honey wasn’t much of a singer. Mama was the one who sang in choirs and played piano, not Honey. But the music of the cassette was loud enough that Honey’s tremble couldn’t be heard, and Mama smiled as Honey came in, then frowned as soon as she saw the cane.
“You need to be usin’ the chair. The cane ain’t enough support yet.” She admonished, indicating the cane with her head as she picked up a bowl of potatoes and sat them on the small kitchen table in the corner by the pantry. “Sit down, peel these for me, baby girl.” She added, putting the potato peeler next to the bowl and sliding the trash can next to one of the seats.
Honey obeyed, limping to the seat and leaning on the cane as she lowered herself into the chair. Really, the pain in her hip was nearing minimal at this point. It really only hurt when she changed positions - going from standing to sitting, sitting to standing, laying to sitting, etc - which is why she had to move slowly. But she could sit, stand, walk, and lay down with minimal pain now, and hadn’t taken anything stronger than advil all week. “I know, Mama. But if I’m goin’ back to school on Monday, I need to start strengthenin’ my hip again.”
“You’re usin’ your wheelchair when you go back. At least for another week.” Mama replied, in the voice that said ‘Don’t argue about it.’
But argue, Honey did. “No, Mama. I don’t wanna use the chair at school. It’s embarrassin’.”
“Bein’ disabled ain’t somethin’ to be embarrassed about. Neither is givin’ your body the rest and support it needs.” Mama shot back, her voice stern but patient.
“You don’t understand. You didn’t hafta use a wheelchair halfway through your senior year.” Honey answered, shaking hands working to peel the large bowl of potatoes.
“No, Honey, I didn’t. And you’re right, I don’t understand. I don’t understand why you don’t want to do the best you can for your body.”
“Because, Mama, it’s…people treat me different, when they see the wheelchair or the cane. They act like I can’t do things on my own, they treat me like a child. Like you do sometimes. Or they tell me I’m an inspiration. I don’t get to be me when I’m disabled - I hafta be their idea of the perfect disabled person. I don’t want everyone to know.”
Mama stopped fussing over the deviled eggs she had been arranging on a serving plate, and sat down across from Honey at the little table. “Honey, baby girl, listen to me. You don’t hafta be anythin’, for anyone. Not even for me. If they have a problem with the way that you wear your disability, that is their problem. Not yours. But you can’t let your fear of their perception of you change the way you care for yourself. You hafta give your body the rest and care that it needs to heal as much as possible. You’re usin’ your chair through next week, and we’ll revisit you usin’ the cane next weekend.”
“Mama, I’m 18. I can make my own decisions.” Honey said, her hands stilling on the potatoes.
“You’re right. You are, and you can. And I’m tryin’ to help you make the decision that’s best for you and your health.” Mama replied, getting up as the timer went off and removing the brownies. She set them on the counter to cool and slid the turkey into the oven, placing a meat-safe thermometer in the breast. “But at the end of the day, it’s your body and your choice to make. I won’t tell you what to do anymore, but I hope you’ll still ask for my advice.” Mama added, turning to look at Honey again.
Mama was right, and Honey hated it. She wanted to be mad, but she just felt deflated. “I guess I’ll use the wheelchair next week.” She said on a sigh, picking up the next potato. “Is there anythin’ else you need me to do after the potatoes?” She asked, changing the subject.
“No, I want you to go get dressed after that. We don’t have much more to do other than the mashed potatoes and the gravy.” Mama answered, picking up the plate of deviled eggs and another plate of rolls to take to the dining room table. They passed the next few minutes in silence, Mama coming in and out of the kitchen to transfer the cold food serving plates to the dining room next to the kitchen as Honey finished up the potatoes.
“I’m done peelin’!” Honey shouted to her mother in the next room as she finished the last potato, standing to go.
“Alright, I’ll chop and boil em in a minute!” Mama shouted back.
Honey made her way to the bathroom again, starting up the shower to begin getting ready. She hummed along to the next song on the album as she did so, closing her eyes and leaning against the wall as she swayed to the song. When steam had started to fill the bathroom and Honey was sure the water was warm enough, she set her cane against the back of the toilet and began undressing to climb in.
An hour and a half later, Honey was showered, dressed, her hair fixed, sitting on the couch and watching the window for Eddie’s van while Mama was in her room getting ready herself. Honey felt like an excited puppy dog waiting for their owner to return, pressing her nose to the cold glass every time she heard the rumble of an engine. When a truck came into view and parked in front of her house, she watched as a middle aged man with gray hair and a receding hairline climbed out, brushing his hand down over his mustache and small beard. She met him at the door, swinging it open and leaning on her cane.
“You must be Eddie’s girlfriend, uh, Honey?” The older man asked, shifting between his feet. Honey nodded, turning as she heard her mother’s door open. Honey pretended she didn’t see Wayne’s eyes stray to her cane curiously.
“Oh, you must be Wayne, Eddie’s uncle! We spoke on the phone.” Mama stuck her hand out to shake Wayne’s and he took it, stepping into the house.
“Where’s Eddie?” Honey asked, looking back outside at the empty truck.
“Kid left before me, should have already been here.” Wayne commented looking outside too. “Give him a few minutes, he probably got caught speeding or took a wrong turn.” Wayne shrugged his jacket off as Honey closed the door and limped back to the couch.
“Would you like a glass of wine, a soda, a beer…?” Mama offered to Wayne, ever the hostess.
“A beer would be great.” Wayne answered, clearing his throat. Pamela led him to the kitchen and they disappeared from Honey’s sight as she went back to watching the window for Eddie. She could hear her mother and Wayne chatting - just normal adult talk, from what Honey could hear. They were discussing how the kids would be graduating soon, commiserating that neither of them understood D&D, Wayne was commenting on how nice their home was. Honey tuned them out as she pulled herself up to lean on the windowsill, watching the road.
It was another ten minutes before Eddie finally pulled up, the bumper of his van stopping only inches from Wayne’s. He was out of the van before the engine had even died down, rushing around to the passenger side of the van. Honey turned, struggling off the couch and to the door. By the time she managed to swing it open, Eddie met her there. Honey jerked the door open to find Eddie, hair wild, cheeks pink from the cold, his arms loaded down with two bouquets - one, yellow begonias, and the other, deep pink carnation with white edging. By this point, having heard the ruckus, Wayne and Pamela had made their way back into the living room.
“Jesus Christ boy, I didn’t mean today!” Wayne laughed, holding a hand to his forehead.
“Uncle Wayne said I should bring you guys flowers.” Eddie explained, stepping into the house. He passed the bouquet of yellow begonias into Honey’s arms, giving her a quick forehead kiss.
“I meant that it would be a nice gesture! Not that you had to do it today!” Wayne corrected. “Where did you even find a store open on Thanksgiving?”
“There’s a flower shop down on 12th that stayed open, I checked their hours yesterday when I was heading home.” Eddie answered, bringing the carnations to Pamela. “They didn’t have sunflowers, so I got the first yellow flowers I saw.” He had turned back to Honey, who was cradling the begonias with a dumbstruck look. “I hope they’re okay.”
“I think it was sweet.” Pamela spoke up, ghosting her fingers over the petals of the carnations. “I’m sure we’ve got some vases around. Thank you, Eddie.”
“Uh, yeah, thanks” Honey finally found her voice, limping over to Eddie and smiling up at him as she leaned on her cane. “They’re beautiful. It doesn’t always hafta be sunflowers.” She giggled.
“I know, but they’re your favorite.” He slipped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her toward him so that she could lean her weight against him instead of the cane.
“Well, why don’t I go put these in some vases and y’all can hang out till dinner’s done? Shouldn’t be much longer.” Pamela said, taking Honey’s bouquet and her own as she and Wayne headed back towards the kitchen. Eddie guided Honey back into the living room, to the couch, sitting down and pulling her down next to him.
“I missed you.” He whispered, bringing her hands into his lap.
“You saw me yesterday. And the day before. You’ve seen me everyday this week.” Honey giggled, kissing his cheek. “But I missed you too.”
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Eddie
“I’m glad Ms. Pam invited us over for Thanksgiving. I didn’t want to break the streak of seeing you everyday.” Eddie grinned over at Honey, bringing his arm around her shoulders and pulling her to him for a hug. Honey glanced over her shoulder to make sure they were alone before she leaned in to him.
“Me too. I’m still processin’ it all. A week ago, I was tryin’ to hide my crush because I figured you’d never feel the same, and now…I dunno, sometimes it feels like a dream. Like every time you leave, I wonder if it even happened.” Honey answered, letting her head sit on his shoulder.
“You have the object permanence of a toddler.” He joked, laying his cheek against the crown of her head. He didn’t tell her that he felt the same way. That he had to smell his jacket after every visit to remind himself that she’d been pressed against him an hour before.
“Are you stayin’ tonight? Mama’s workin’.” Honey locked their fingers together in his lap, tilting her head back to look at him.
“I think I’ll try, see if I can get away with it.” He whispered, planting a short kiss on her lips. He moved his lips across her cheek, settling next to her ear and lowering his voice even more. “Maybe I’ll have you for a late dessert.” He added, watching her shiver and delighting that he was the one to cause it as he watched a blush creep across her cheeks. He pulled his mouth away, bringing his voice back to a normal volume so that their parents could hear. “How’s your hip?”
“Still some pain, but better. Mama wants me usin’ the chair next week at school, but I can use the cane around the house. Took some advil earlier. I can move my hip now too, it hurts for a second when I switch positions, like sittin’ to standin’, but it doesn’t take my breath away anymore.” She answered, letting her head rest against him again.
Eddie kissed the top of her head and they lapsed into a comfortable silence, cuddled together on the couch. He thought about how quickly she’d become the center of his universe and wondered if this was what love was supposed to feel like. He hadn’t given much thought to the feeling before, honestly. He’d had a feeling they’d end up having some kind of involvement - he couldn’t imagine his feelings for her could be so strong and not come to a head, eventually - but he’d never considered that it might be love. Love was that mushy, gushy stuff that you saw in Disney movies - it wasn’t something that happened to the town freak.
But this was love. It had to be. From the moment he’d seen her, he’d wanted her, he’d known that he was put on this Earth to be hers. And he was hers. To be fair, she was his too - there was no doubt about that. The way she wrapped herself around him, the way she had opened up to him before anyone else, the way her face lit up with a smile as soon as she saw him every morning - even when she didn’t realize it. Even when she was annoyed at him - which happened every so often - she smiled. He got a little flutter in his chest when she did and couldn’t help but smile back.
The thought settled, finally. Eddie loved her. He’d loved her from the moment he’d met her, he admitted to himself. She was meant and made to fit into his arms, his heart, his life. There wasn’t anyone who would fit better, or anyone he wanted. He’d gladly help push around her wheelchair, reach the top of tall cabinets, carry her where she needed to go. He’d buy her every necklace, every ring, every yellow thing he could get his hands on - to see that crooked tooth smile. Eddie loved Honey.
“You know, I think Corroded Coffin is gonna be as big as Metallica one day.” Honey commented, breaking the silence.
“Oh, you do?” Eddie felt his heart swell up in his chest with affection. Even if it was an empty platitude, he liked hearing her say it.
“Yep. Y’all are gonna be superstars. Awards and groupies and everythin’.” Honey answered.
“What makes you say that?”
“I dunno. Just a feelin’.”
They were silent again, enjoying each other’s company. He wondered if he should share his realization with her. Really, they’d only been together a week at this point - but they’d known each other longer. And sometimes, you just knew, right? Plus, she was a hopeless romantic - she’d appreciate him being honest about his feelings. He opened his mouth, “Honey, I-”
“Dinner’s ready!” Pamela’s voice rang through the house. Honey picked herself up, smiling at him.
“What were you gonna say?”
“Oh, uh, nothing. Just that I was hungry. Let’s eat.” Eddie plastered his smile on, standing up and letting Honey lead him to the dining room. He sat next to her, across from Wayne, and bowed his head when her mother demanded Grace - though he did peek to see she also hadn’t closed her eyes. He gave her hand a little squeeze, and felt his stomach flutter when she squeezed back. Somehow, he felt like he’d just told her he loved her, and she’d returned it - but he still wanted to say it out loud. Just not right now, with their parents watching.
The meal went off without a hitch. He managed to avoid blurting out his feelings around a mouthful of ham, and spent about half of the meal trying to explain Dungeons and Dragons to their parents - with Honey interjecting bits of what she considered crucial information (like about how cute dwarves were, or how bards were always flirting). By the end of the meal, though the parents were no closer to understanding the game, everyone was having a good time. Honey tried a sip of her mother’s wine (“A family tradition, she tries it every year.” Pamela had joked) and ended up gagging on the taste, sending them all into rounds of laughter.
“I don’t think I’m ever gonna like wine.” Honey complained, wiping her tongue with her napkin before sipping her own soda. “It tastes like rot.”
Wayne laughed, stretching back in his chair. “You and me both, kid. Beer or whiskey, that’s the way to go.”
“Well, she is from the South. Maybe she needs a good whiskey.” Pamela joked. “I know my parents used to give me a little every time I was sick and I’m healthy as a horse now.”
Honey shrugged. “I could just…not drink?” She suggested, and the adults laughed again.
“Well yeah, I guess that’s an option too.” Wayne agreed, then turned to her mother. “Pamela, it was so kind of you to invite us over for the holiday, and I hate to dine and dash, but I’ve got a shift in a few hours and I’d like to go home and get a little rest before then.”
“Oh, it’s not a problem, Wayne! I’ll probably do the same myself, I gotta be at the hospital by 7. Here, I’ll walk you out. Kids, can you clean up?”
As Honey and Eddie nodded, the parents stood up and left the room. He could hear the murmurs of their voices saying their goodbyes as he picked up larger dishes - immediately telling Honey she was not allowed to do any heavy lifting - and saw her mother close the door just as he left the dining room to take the larger dishes into the kitchen. Cleaning up didn’t take long - between the two of them, the dishes were washed and placed to dry, and the food was wrapped and refrigerated, in no time at all - with a short interruption for Honey’s mom to wish them goodnight as she headed to her room, of course.
It wasn’t long after that Eddie found himself sitting on the couch with Honey again, this time with her back against the plush arm and his head against her chest, listening to her heartbeat as she turned on a movie. Her hands were combing through his hair, the tv was low, her heartbeat was constant, he was warm and full. It wasn’t long before Eddie felt his eyes closing, and though he kept trying to wake himself up, shifting his position between her legs, moving his head, it didn’t work.
He wasn’t sure when exactly he’d fallen asleep completely, but he woke up to Honey nudging his shoulder. “Eddie.” She whispered, her own voice thick with sleep.
“Hm?” He asked, lifting his head to look at her.
“Mama just left. It’s just us.” She whispered, nodding towards the door. Sure enough, he could hear the sound of her car pulling out of the driveway, her headlights shining through the window before she pulled out of the cul-de-sac. “I wanted to talk to you about somethin’.” Honey added.
Eddie turned his attention back to her, holding himself up. “I wanted to talk to you about something too, actually. You go first.”
“I’ve been thinkin’ about it and I…I think I’m ready for more. In the bedroom. Like, uh…I want to have sex with you. I want you to be the one I lose my virginity to.” Honey muttered. He could see her blushing, even in the low light, and he felt his own face warm.
“I love you.” He said quietly.
“What?” Her eyes were big, wet with tears - no surprise there.
“I said, I love you. And I can’t think of anyone else I’d lose my virginity to, either.” He leaned down, kissing her, his butterflies gone.
“I mean, like tonight.” She added, pressing up against him.
Oh. She meant right now. Eddie grinned, sitting up and pulling her with him. “Well then, why don’t we go to the bedroom?”
#eddie munson fanfic#ehlers danlos awareness#eddie munson smut#eddie munson#stranger things fanfiction#plus size girl#stranger things#disabled#disability#actually disabled#mobility aid#friends to lovers
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ambivalence part ten: numb to the feeling - rafe cameron
a/n: i know, i know i said a break. but i forgot i already had this done. hope you enjoy xoxo let me know your thoughts! also i couldn’t do my tag list sorry - i don’t have my laptop with me
Summary: Things get better, and then they get worse.
Warnings: arguing, mentions of drugs, sexual innuendos
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The week passes fast; a combination of making out with Rafe in his truck after your shifts and texting him all day while he works and you go to school. Topper teases you relentlessly at school every time he sees Rafe's name pop up on your phone, but you just whack him on the back of his head the same way Rafe has done to him millions of times.
Your mom had informed your dad of your relationship with Rafe, and because he never found out about the drama from the wedding, he seemed as thrilled as a father could be.
Which is how, on Thursday night, you notice that your dad's handshake is a bit firmer when Rafe steps in, and how both men puff out their chest slightly as they speak. Rafe looks more tense to you than usual, and it doesn't fade when he hugs your mom. By the time he reaches you, he practically collapses into you, letting your scent and touch relax him.
"I think your dad just broke my fucking hand," he mutters into your ear, twirling your hair around his finger as he squeezes.
"He likes you," you reply back, smile threatening your lips.
"I'd hate to see what he does to the guys he doesn't like."
You laugh in his ear, pulling back to peck him before anyone can notice. He smiles as you watch him glance behind you and make sure your dad is still occupied. Your mom calls for everyone to gather in the dining room, and you try to contain your lust-filled smile as Rafe leads you in by setting his hand on your back.
The entire meal, you and Rafe steal touches, glances, and everything in between. You really believe you could not be happier, feeling as if everything is finally settling in place. You have a new weekly routine, a new anniversary, a new boyfriend.
"Hey," Rafe mutters over your head to Scott, earning your brothers attention, "How you doin', man?"
"Good, brother," Scott replies, "Let me know if there's anything I can do to pay you back for..."
He trails off, insinuating he means the fact that Rafe stopped him from full on fist-fighting John B in the middle of a wedding reception. Rafe snickers at him, subconsciously rubbing his pointer finger across the back of your shoulder.
"Consider us even. For the tree house," Rafe says quietly.
It earns a laugh from both you and Scott, which makes your heart swell. You'd think by now, you'd be used to something always ruining it.
"So, Rafe," your dad's booming voice stops all conversation.
Rafe swallows, yanking his fingers off of your shoulder but keeping his arm around your chair. It makes him feel brave, even though your dad doesn't notice.
"Yes, sir?"
"Are you feeling prepared for the Bahamas?"
Your eyes flicker from your plate to your father, furrowing your eyebrows as if to silently ask him if he's mistaken. Rafe coughs awkwardly beside you, and you pretend not to notice when he finally extracts his arm from around the back of your chair.
When you look over at your boyfriend, he's taking his time wiping the corners of his mouth with his napkin.
"Yes, sir," his voice is quiet, "The clients down there certainly like their golf."
Your mouth runs dry, trying to figure out what all this discussion is about. Rafe hadn't so much as even mentioned the Bahamas in any sense to you, ever.
"Better clean your clubs before you head down. They'll have you out on the course every Sunday."
Rafe chokes out a smile, while you cough, earning the attention of almost everyone at the table, "Every Sunday?"
You watch Sarah perk up out of the corner of your eye, sitting up straight in her chair as she senses the tension striking up. You really feel like you could reach across the table and bitch slap her if it weren't for the trouble you'd get into. Rafe, on the other hand, doesn't look down at you.
"It'll be great experience for you, if you plan to head up Cameron Development one day," your dad continues, ignoring you.
"Yes, sir," he agrees weakly.
"I'm sorry," you hold your hand up, taking note of how silent Ward is being, "Can we just, like, clarify for a moment?"
Apparently, Ward takes this opportunity to speak up, "Y/N, Rafe has the opportunity to go down to our firm in the Bahamas to meet with some clients down there. Very rich clients. It's a lot to trust him with, but he can handle it, can't you, son?"
"Yes, sir."
You want to scream at him and ask if he's capable of saying anything else.
"That's wonderful," you barely recognize your own voice, "I hadn't heard."
"I'm sure he planned to discuss it with you," Ward waves you off, "It'll only be a month."
Rafe groans quietly beside you, throwing his napkin down on the table beside his plate as a way of signaling that he's finished eating. You feel your blood run cold, and you swear you stop breathing for a second.
"A month," you repeat.
You feel him finally look over at you, but you don't bother looking up. You mimic his actions and set your napkin on the table as well, placing it instead of throwing it the way he did.
"When does this month start, Rafe?" you ask, turning your head and noting his clenched jaw.
Sarah snickers, and his eyes flick to her for a moment before settling on the lit taper candle in the middle of the table, "Monday."
"Monday," you repeat once again, "That's great. You must be proud, Mr. Cameron."
Ward nods awkwardly at you, noting the tone in your voice and assuming there is an alternate meaning behind your words. Rafe practically growls next to you.
You inhale quickly, but regain your composure and glance at your mom. She's staring at you sympathetically, like she doesn't know what to say but knows you need something. You move your gaze down to your lap, anxiously starting to pick off the nail polish you had laid there two nights ago. Ironically, it was in preparation for this dinner.
"Would anyone mind if I spoke to Y/N in the kitchen for a minute?" Rafe asks politely, his eyes traveling around the table in search of objections.
"I would mind," you mutter, only loud enough that he could hear you.
"Please?" he says quietly, pushing his chair out and waiting for you to do the same.
You do it to save both of you from further embarrassment. Your mom smiles at you when you walk out, leaving a tense scene behind you at the table. Rafe turns and grabs ahold of your wrist, pulling you as far away from the door as you both can get.
"If you're going to yell, we should go outside," he says, sounding irritated with you, then immediately after, changes his mind, "Actually, let's do that."
You don't even have time to object before he leads you out by the pool. You wonder why in the hell he could be annoyed with you after what you just learned.
"You're acting like I did something wrong," you say dryly once he shuts the back door.
"You must be proud, Mr. Cameron," he grunts, "What the hell is that?"
"I don't know, Rafe, I panicked when I didn't know anything."
He sighs, rubbing a hand through his hair and completely messing it up, "Yeah."
"How could you not tell me about this?" you raise your voice, now thankful he made you go outside, "What, were you just going to leave without telling me, too?"
"Of course not," he says immediately, looking frustrated you would even suggest that.
"Well, then why?" you demand, trying to keep your voice lower.
"Look, I get why you're upset," he ignores when you laugh incredulously, "But, this is a great opportunity for me, I need you to try and understand that-"
"Please don't act like I don't appreciate how difficult your job is."
"I know you do, okay, babe, I just - things were - are, great with us. These past few days since the wedding have been... incredible. But, y'know, we were busy before that, and we've been busy after that, and every time I try to find the words, they don't come. And, honestly, I kind of wanted to back out. It's a lot of pressure and it means leaving us, and-"
"You need to go," you stop him, "It's important to you, and to your dad. And with the thin ice you're on right now, I don't think it's wise to push it."
Rafe nods, knowing you're right, "I should have told you."
"Yes," you agree, "You should have."
You cross your arms over your chest, not bothering to meet his eyes. You can tell by his stance and his tone that he just wants to hug you, but you don't want that right now. You rake over all the times you'd been sitting on his lap in his truck the past few days, ignoring and kissing him through his words every time he said he wanted to talk. But you'd never assumed it was about something like this.
"I'm sorry," he murmurs, kicking the ground.
You stay quiet for a moment, then speak, "It's a month, Rafe."
"I know."
"That's four weeks."
"Yes."
"That I'll be here. Alone. Without you."
"Baby," he sighs, "I've really been trying not to think about that."
"I'm really trying not to be frustrated with you right now," you say, tone telling him that you're not playing.
"Why?"
"How could you let me get so comfortable seeing you every day, kissing you every day, and not drop this fucking A-bomb on me and at least warn me-"
"An atomic bomb?" he raises a brow, smirk threatening to grow.
"You know what I mean," you sigh, frustrated.
"I know that I fucked up, all right? I should have told you. I just hoped that, maybe, it would get cancelled or my dad would want to go instead-"
"And now we're fighting on my patio."
"Okay," he grunts, "Obviously, I didn't plan on it coming out like this. And I'm sorry, sweetheart. But, maybe I could send the jet back and you could come visit-"
"I have school."
"-on a weekend-"
"I have work."
"God, you're really not gonna make this easy," he mutters under his breath, growing shy when he sees your raised eyebrow and daring expression, "What do you want me to do, babe?"
You shake your head, not knowing how to answer that question. He has to go, you know that. You just wish he didn't.
"Let's just go finish dinner. We've been gone too long."
He runs another hand through his hair, frustrated at your response, "Fine."
He doesn't move, so you uncross your arms and let them drop to your sides, stepping toward the back door. Right before you pull the door open, he speaks again.
"Hey."
You turn, humming instead of speaking as if to ask what he needs.
"Can I come back after dinner and stay with you?"
You swallow, feeling your heart melt in your chest at his sweet question. You weigh your options, and finally settle on the conclusion neither of you think you're going to say.
"I don't wanna get used to sleeping with you if you're gonna leave. It'll just make it harder."
You turn back, twisting the knob and stepping inside, not bothering to wait on him to follow. As you pass through the kitchen, you hear his dress shoes shuffle onto the wood. You march into the dining room alone, anyway, settled completely by the time Rafe pulls his chair out beside you.
"Nice night, huh?" Sarah asks you with the raise of an eyebrow, an evil smirk on her face.
"Maybe you'd like to go stand in the middle of the road and see for yourself," Rafe mutters to her, earning a glare from Rose. He's lucky Ward didn't hear.
"Ouch," Sarah mumbles, giggling to herself.
"Bet it's an even nicer evening in the Bahamas," you mumble to Rafe, pettiness taking over.
"Come up with that one all by yourself?" he questions, glaring down at you.
"Pretty good for only knowing about this for five minutes," you remark back.
Rafe rolls his eyes, shaking his head, "Can you please not act like this?"
"I'm sorry, I thought you liked when I act like a bitch."
The fight takes place quietly, the only people noticing it are Sarah and your mom. Rafe's face drops completely at your words, and the expression on his face is pure hurt. You almost wish you could take it back, and you open your mouth to do just that, when he stands abruptly. His chair squeaks against the hard wood and startles half the table, but Rafe doesn't care.
"Excuse me," he mumbles to your mother, stalking off toward the guest bathroom.
You sit back in your seat and sigh, using your fork to push soggy lettuce around your plate. You know you should go after him, you just can't. Being fully aware you acted like a five year old, the guilt only rises.
Rafe doesn't come out of the bathroom for a while. Everyone finishes dinner and moves into the living room, but he never comes out. You wait approximately seven minutes after dinner for him to come out, and when he doesn't, you go up to your bedroom instead. After about an hour, you hear everyone start to say goodbye downstairs. You're surprised your mom doesn't make you come down to say goodbye, but you figure she heard the fight and feels bad for you.
You check your phone once you hear the front door close, but find nothing. The guilt rises in your throat, begging to be swallowed down again. You groan, rolling over on your bed and staring at the ceiling. Every word replays in your head, starting with the beginning of the night when you had been tangled in Rafe's arms and he'd been complaining about his hand.
How do things always end up so messy when they seem so simple?
You stare at the ceiling for what feels like hours, contemplating going over to the Cameron's. You're sure your parents would have something to say, and so would Rafe's parents, so you figure you might be better waiting until tomorrow. When your phone goes off, however, you look at it right away, finding a text from Rafe.
Open the window please.
You let out a sigh, because of course he wasn't going to go to sleep and leave things like this. Tossing your phone down without responding, you stare at your spinning fan and try to figure out what the hell you and Rafe are supposed to do. Your phone dings again, pulling you out of your thought.
Baby, your read receipts are on for me. Please open the window. I'm standing in the tree.
Your head shoots over to the window, seeing only Rafe's phone screen waving around. You sigh and rise from your bed, whipping the window open and finally seeing him come into view. He's now seated on the branch across from your window, scrawny legs dangling down. He drags his sad eyes up to meet yours, swallowing visibly when he sees your expression.
"Can I just say one thing? And then, you can yell and say whatever you want."
You nod your head at him slowly, crossing your arms over your chest while you wait for him to speak.
"I, uh," he starts off, scratching the back of his neck before he continues, "I never intended for us to be like this. Don't get me wrong, the past few days I've been, like, in heaven. But, you know, I think I was so focused on getting you that I never thought about how to keep you. If that makes any sense. I've been screwing up a lot, but it's only because I've never done... this before. I've never dated anyone, or whatever, because - well, you know why. I just have loved you all my life and-"
"Rafe," you stop him, watching as he stops anxiously making hand gestures and stares at you with wide eyes.
"I'm rambling, okay," he nods, "I messed up. With the drugs thing, and the Bahamas thing. But, that's it. There are no more secrets or surprises. I promise. So, if we can just work this out, we'll be set. And, listen, I'm not even considering going to the Bahamas if it means I lose you, I mean it's not even on my radar-"
"Rafe," you say again, dropping your arms to your sides, "Just come inside, baby."
He grins at the nickname, standing up so fast you swear he's gonna hit his head on the branch above him. He ducks just before he does, strategically maneuvering his body over to your window and sliding through it with a surprising amount of grace.
"Hi," he murmurs, grin still present on his lips when he adds, "Baby."
"Hi," you breathe back, voice barely above a whisper.
"Would you like me to continue with the speech, or-"
"No, please," you laugh, your mind instantly being set at ease when he smiles, too.
"Good. I was about to start talking about how your mom spanked you with a wooden spoon that time-"
"I was nine."
"-because you climbed up on the counter to get the cupcakes she had hidden up there-"
"You dared me to!"
"They were my birthday cupcakes!"
You laugh and so does Rafe, and suddenly, it feels as if no harsh words had ever been exchanged between the two of you. He stares down at you as he smiles, sadness still present in his eyes. You're sure he took your words to heart earlier, and you want nothing more than to take them back.
"I'm sorry," you say, meeting his eyes.
"For the cupcakes?" he raises a quizzical brow.
You sigh, "For tonight, Rafe."
He nods his head, letting his playful expression fall. You accept his touch when he holds his arms out and pulls you into him, pressing you right up against him, "Me, too, sweetheart."
"I should never have said those things at the table."
"I deserved it," he insists, "I can't imagine how I would feel if we had just gotten started and you didn't tell me you were taking off for a month."
You nod against his chest, letting his scent flow through your body, "It will be good for you, though. Get you back on your feet with your dad and stuff."
"Yeah," he says quietly, resting his chin on the top of your head, "Miss you, though."
"I don't want to even talk about it," you confess.
Rafe exhales, his way of silently agreeing. You really can't even imagine a month without this boy - not after you've gotten so used to having him around to hug and kiss and harass Topper for you at work.
"Just say the word," he whispers, stroking a hand through your messy hair, "One word, and I'll cancel. Dad can handle it."
You only consider it for half a second. Of course, the selfish part of you wants him to stay and cuddle and not be a long distance boyfriend for the next month. But, you know this is what's best for him and his future - not to mention his relationship with his dad.
"I want you to go, Rafe. I mean - I don't want you to. But, I know you need to."
"And we'll be okay?"
You move your head on his chest so your chin rests on his sternum, staring up at your worried boy. He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear as he waits for your reply.
"We'll be just fine."
"Okay," he nods, tightening his grip around you, "Okay."
"Okay," you repeat, letting out a little laugh at how he reassures himself.
You both stay quiet for a bit, just relishing in the touches and thinking about how hard it will be when Rafe has to leave. You're already planning on a weekend to take off work so you can see him when he speaks again.
"Are you sure I can't stay?"
You smile, "I think you should."
"Good, because I'm not leaving."
You laugh against him, and the warmth that fills his body is nothing short of euphoric. The truth is, Rafe never thought things would move as fast as they have. He had planned on going on the trip and seeing where things stood between the two of you when he got back, and then he was going to ask you to be his girlfriend. Every single plan he had made over the course of the past month or so had been completely ruined.
However, standing in your room, holding you the way he is, he really doesn't care.
"I love you," you whisper.
He knows those words coming out of your mouth, directed toward him, will never be something he's used to hearing. It's still so new - so unbelievable to him that he finally has what he has wanted for all these years. It just took a lot of battles and pain to get it.
"I love you, too, baby."
He can tell by the way your voice sounds and the way your shoulders droop that you're upset. So, he leans down and tucks one arm around your waist, the other behind your knees, and picks you right up off the ground.
"What are you doing?" you question, smiling when you see his goofy expression.
"Trying to get that pretty smile out of you," he replies, smirk present on his lips, "It worked."
You laugh, arms locked around his neck and holding on tight. You know he'd never drop you, but you like to be close to him in this way.
He walks over to your bed and sets you down on your side, crawling on top of you the second you're flat on your back. He hovers over you, arms resting on either side of your head and supporting his weight.
"Did you mean it? About not being able to come visit me?"
His voice is quiet, fragile. You wonder if that's what he's been focused on since you two were out on the patio - that you were so quick to reject that idea.
"I'm sure I can figure something out," you tease him, biting your lip to hide a smile.
"Mhm," he grins, leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.
"Can we talk about how you scaled the tree in my backyard to get up here?" you break away from his kiss, trying to hold back your laughter at picturing Rafe's six-foot-four self crawling through the branches.
"I'm an expert tree climber, thank you."
"An expert treehouse pusher, too," you laugh.
"Unfair!"
You giggle, pressing your hand to his mouth to cover it because of how loud he is. He laughs against your hand, and when you pull it away, he leans down and gives you a few more gentle kisses.
"You almost sound surprised that I would do that for you," he mumbles.
"I don't even want to know how high your threshold is for things you'd do for me," you reply, giggling when you watch his smile grow.
"It's up there," he agrees with another kiss.
You give in and let him kiss you deeper, bringing your hands up to stroke through his hair and down his neck. He eventually settles himself down on you, body shoved in between your legs and arms supporting the rest of his weight.
"Y/N?"
Scott's voice comes quietly through your doorframe. You both freeze, Rafe glancing at you with wide eyes.
"Yeah?" you call hesitantly, and when you see the door knob start to turn, Rafe hurries off of you and slides under your bed.
You try to suppress your laugh as you sit up, tugging your comforter over you so it looks like you had just been laying down. Alone.
Scott opens the door and peaks his head in, only taking one step inside.
"Just wanted to make sure you were okay," he says, but he almost looks amused as he stares at you.
"I'm fine," you reply, voice quiet.
"Yeah, okay. Rafe left pretty grumpy."
You nod, "We'll work things out."
Scott scoffs, which makes you furrow your eyebrows in confusion at his reaction, "That's gonna be kinda hard with him under your bed."
Your jaw drops as you stare at your brother, who smirks at your reaction. Rafe peaks his head out from under the bed, hesitant to make direct eye contact with him.
"Hey, man," Rafe says awkwardly.
"Dude, get your ass out from under there. I know there's dust."
"Shut up, Scott, I clean."
"No, you don't."
"Okay," Rafe cuts your bickering by dragging his tall self out from underneath your bed, standing upright, "Just don't tell your dad."
"I don't want you to die," Scott says, rolling his eyes.
"I appreciate that," Rafe replies.
"Well," Scott says, rocking on the balls of his feet, "I'm gonna let you two work it out. Just- don't- you know-"
"Ew, Scott," you frown.
"Ew?" Rafe questions you, eyebrows furrowed and offense heavy in his face.
"No, not 'ew' like that, just-"
"Don't elaborate," Scott begs you.
"Goodbye, then," you wave your hand, demanding him to leave.
He gives Rafe one last smirk, then marches out of your room and shuts the door. Rafe turns to you, still holding the same expression of confusion and offense.
"You know that's not what I meant," you grumble.
"Hmm, I don't know. I mean I thought it was pretty good the other night, but-"
"It was."
Rafe grins victoriously, "I know."
You roll your eyes, giggling only when he lays himself on top of you once more. You bring your lips to his, trying to get your fill even though you know you never will. Kissing him is like a drug and you only seem to be getting more addicted.
"Want to give Scott a show?"
"We better do it now, before you leave."
"Unfair."
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Sammy x Norman story? Date night?
Summary: Sammy Lawrence has a date with Susie Campbell on Saturday night, but no dating experience to speak of and a lot of self-esteem issues. Norman ends intervening after Sammy ends up a nervous wreck all week, by taking the kid out on a test date to show him there's nothing to fret about.
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"I don't get what the big deal is." Wally brings up during their lunch break on Monday. "The spark is there. They talk all the time. They look like an outfit already, so what's got him all wet?"
Norman shrugs as he watches Sammy try to disappear into his own shirt and coat like a spooked turtle, while Jack gave him a few reassuring pats on the back and tried to coax him into eating his (by now cold) bowl of bacon soup. The blond had been in that position for at least 15 minutes.
"Ain't like it's that big a thing. Miss Campbell just invited him ta go out to them dance club things." Wally took a large bite out of his sandwich. "Them Speakeasies are full of snobby music folk, he should be thrilled ta go meet his own kind and get ta hear music that ain't by his own hand."
"Maybe the kid's a dead hoofer." Norman pointed out. "Can't really imagine Sammy Lawrence breaking lose in a clip joint."
"A real cement mixer." Wally agreed. "Poor Miss Campbell."
"Hey now, don't be so harsh." Norman snorted "There's more to a date than the hop. Like ya said, there's magic between them. Ain't no bad rag gonna mess that up."
"Uh-huh... Tell that ta him." Wally pointed back to Sammy and Jack, the latter which had given up on trying to console his friend and was now instead trying to finish his own food.
The music director looked a mess. Date night nerves really didn't look good on anyone, especially not when said date was five days away from now.
Hopefully he'd go back to being his ornery grouchy self in no time.
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By Thursday everyone had about enough of Sammy's anxious disposition. He hadn't bounced back at all and was instead so nervous with anticipation for what he claimed would be a world class disaster of a date, that even Wally was beginning to turn sour with frustration.
"I feel like how my ma was feeling when my pa got a lawsuit for vandalizing property..." The janitor bemoaned as he emptied the bin in Norman's booth.
"And what's that?" The projectionist asked as he watched the violinist slowly wrap his hands around the neck of his instrument while watching Sammy pace with a dark irritated look. Half the band were becoming agitated from their conductor's agitation.
"Let's just say my pa got a few knocks on the noggin for being a real fink." Wally sighed "Look at me... I'm becomin' the new Sammy Lawrence! Ta new studio grouch!"
"That's sayin' somethin' alright..."
"If no one does anything, someone's bound ta pounce on him and maul him! I would. Jack ain't even bothering any more!" Wally turned to stare at Norman with a despairing look. "He broke Jack with anxiety!"
"Yeah... It's certainly becomin' a real problem. Someone gots to help the boy somehow..." Norman agreed that it was becoming an issue. If Sammy didn't stop fretting he wouldn't make it till Saturday.
"Glad ya offered, I knew I could trust ya!" Wally grinned as he picked up the trash bag and his broom and dustpan.
"Wait, what?"
"Good luck Norman!" Wally rushed off to toss the bags, unaware of his keyring popping loose and ending up in the floor of the projectionist's booth.
Norman merely sighed, picked up the keys, twirled them with his index finger and wondered what he'd just gotten himself into.
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"Lock up your office and get presentable." He didn't even bother to knock, smiling slightly as he watched Sammy practically jump out of his skin.
"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!" Sammy turned to face him, that familiar angry look on his face and hand clutching his chest.
"Come on Lawrence, I'm takin' yous somewhere nice."
".... What?" The music director furrowed his brow in confusion.
"Ya heard me, now come on. Ain't got all night." He grabbed the younger man by the arm and hurriedly helped him get his coat on and his keys in his pocket, before practically dragging him along and out of the studio.
"What the fuck are you doing?!"
"Kidnappin' you and sellin' you on the black market. What do ya think Sammy?" Norman rolled his good eye. "Ya been grindin' on everyone's gears so bad that I wouldn't be surprised if ya ended up in a Chicago overcoat by Saturday!"
"A Chicago-- I haven't been so bad that people would want to kill me, Polk!" The blond actually sounded like himself. That was good, he needed to loosen up some if this plan were to work.
"Even Wally wants ta knock your lights out. Trust me, yous been a real jelly bean this week." That shut him up, a pout on his face. Sadly this was Sammy Lawrence so the silent walk didn't stay silent for long.
"What are you doing then, dragging me off like this? I've got places to be."
"No ya don't. Last I checked your sister's stayin' at my brother's to have one of 'em sleepovers with my little niece and nephew." Norman smirked.
"Do you always put that big nose of yours into everyone's business?" Sammy glared.
"You're one to talk with a beak like that." He shrugged off the insult, ignoring the way the blond put a hand to his own nose self-consciously. "I'm doin' ya, and everyone else, a favour by takin' ya out for dinner."
"....... W-what?"
"Nothin' fancy. Just this really cute diner I frequent once a week when I feel like treatin' myself. They got some good food."
"Norman that's... I can't. We cannot go out for dinner!"
"And why not?"
"For one, you're married! I'm not some home wrecker... And uh, I'm not... I'm not one of those..." The projectionist paused to stare at the music director. "You know... I'm not..."
"If ya so much as say a slur I'll be takin' ya to the hospital instead."
"I'm not gay! There! Happy?!"
"Takin' a guy out ain't gotta be gay, you damn pill. I'm tryin' ta help ya out with your actual date!"
"How?!"
"For one, sortin' out them nerves!" Norman crossed his arms and stared the blond down. "What's got your knickers all bunched up? You like Miss Campbell don't ya?"
"Of course I do!"
"Then what's got ya so scared ta commit?"
"Have you met me?! There's only so much I can do or say before she realizes she could do better!" What started out as an angry remark slowly became the most self deprecating thing Norman had ever heard Sammy say about himself. "I may be able to work a pretty tune, but I can't exactly pretty up my own attitude..."
"Who said anythin' bout prettyin' it up? You can't mask trash Lawrence."
"Hey!"
"But ya can recycle and improve what's salvageable..." He continued. "If ya feel like you ain't the best person because you don't like your own attitude, then try ta change it for the better. Yous is a talented hard workin' kid. You can definitely make yourself less of a twit."
"...You mean that?"
"Yeah, I don't go lyin' ta people. Now come on, let's work out them datin' issues over dinner. I am kinda hungry and it'll help get some practice in."
".... I guess I could eat."
-
Sammy gets home close to midnight. He spent an entire evening with Norman slowly working out the issue with his nerves.
Between idle work conversation, discussions of interests, and then a few attempts at fluid flirting (which started of as one hell of a derailed train until he could slowly rework it into a slightly functioning locomotive), things kinda slotted into place.
Complimenting someone he'd worked with for a while came... Surprisingly easy. And Sammy wasn't a words guy, so that was saying a lot!
They'd gone for a walk around the block and then in the park afterwards, just talking and enjoying themselves, and then ended the night with Norman walking him to his apartment and then going off to his own home.
Now on his own, feeling less anxious about what was to come on Saturday night, Sammy found himself with a newer issue.
He might have just fallen in love with a married man.
"Oh no..."
Oh no indeed...
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#127: Doin’ It Right
Advice for writers, eh? What of it? I’ve been posting daily inspiration and all sorts of other advice for writers on this blog for years. Once in a while, a quote I post gets a lot of attention, and the comments start coming in. Oh, the comments.
Contrary to Godwin’s Law, many comments on this blog are positive and very encouraging. But we wouldn’t be on the Internet if there weren’t at least a few negative ones. They range from plain misunderstanding, questioning the credibility of the author (who’s Stephen King anyway?) to outright fury about a specific piece of advice. Today, I’d like to talk about the last category.
All the snippets of wisdom that I curate for this blog are reflections of the respective authors’ experiences. When Susan Sontag says that
A writer, like an athlete, must ‘train’ every day. What did I do today to keep in ‘form’?
What she really means is that she expects herself as a writer to train every day. It might have been something that she did or aspired to do given her own circumstances. Every writer is different, and while it might be good advice for most people, it may not be right for you.
When Ray Bradbury says that
You must write every single day of your life.
Does it mean that if you skip Thursdays, you will never be a successful writer? Well, of course not. Some people prefer writing 500 words every day. Others like burning through 4,000 words on a Sunday. In the words of Zadie Smith
There is no “writer's lifestyle”. All that matters is what you leave on the page.
Readers don’t care how you produce your work. We want to see the results. As a writer though, I’m fascinated by the habits and routines of other writers. How did they get to where they are today? What’s it like to be in their shoes?
I’m not looking to adopt their advice wholesale. I’m trying to understand why they did what they did, and what I can learn from it. There’s also plenty of advice out there which I find unhelpful, but I see how it can work for others.
Several famous authors talk about having no backup plan. They went all in, and writing a good book was their only option which finally gave them the motivation they needed. I would never do that.
Writing is an extremely personal matter. There’s no right or wrong, as long as things are working for you.
Then why authors make such grand statements and sweeping generalisations about writing? It’s because they found what works for them. And when that happens, you feel like you’ve just figured out life itself. Suddenly, everything falls into place and you’re wondering why did it take you so long. Naturally, most writers want to share their epiphanies with others, forgetting that we’re not all the same after all.
The next time you see a piece of writing advice that just seems wrong, remember that nobody is really doing it right, except Daft Punk, of course.
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May 9th, 2019 CTP Archive
The archive for the Comic Tea Party chat that occurred on May 9th, 2019, from 5PM - 7PM PDT. The chat focused on Lodestar by SasstastiKim.
Featured Comment:
Chat:
RebelVampire
COMIC TEA PARTY- THURSDAY BOOK CLUB START!
Good evening, everyone~! This week’s Thursday Book Club is officially beginning! Today we are discussing Lodestar by SasstastiKim~! (http://lodestar.smackjeeves.com/)
Remember that Thursday discussions are completely freeform! However, every 30 minutes I will drop in OPTIONAL discussion questions in case you’d like a bit of a prompt. If you miss out on one of these prompts, you can find them pinned for the chat’s duration. Additionally, remember that while constructive criticism is allowed, our focus is fun and respectfully appreciating the comic. All that said, let’s begin!
QUESTION 1. What is your favorite scene in the comic so far and why?
Darkhalo4321
My favorite scene has to be... the coffee shop book place thingy. With taylor! Sarcasm max.
Letter Bee
Elliot being told to trust his new friends by his mother.
SpazztastiKim
Author note: chapter one is getting "remodeled" so any suggestions are welcome
Kabocha
My favorite scene? Probably be this one: http://lodestar.smackjeeves.com/comics/2597078/ch2-pg-17/ ...It's so atmospheric, and that is a very good and creepy looking heart. I'm into the atmosphere. Under @SpazztastiKim's cute artwork lies something deceptively dark...
Darkhalo4321
I looooooovethe backgrounds in that sequence
L O V E
Yes, very dark. >:3c
RebelVampire
yeah i got second that as my favorite scene. cause the atmosphere is to die for. and i love how contrasted it is from the previous scenes cause you go into it and immediately go "oh no a spooky dream"
Kabocha
Also, Kim -- if you are interested in critique, etc, I can throw you thoughts in private, but I didnt' like, make any notes or anything. It's your comic and I figured that you were doin' errything to have fun! (And get some good creepiness in there too)
SpazztastiKim
You are welcome to!
Kabocha
Okay. I'll do that offline and another day, then. But I do think you've got a good story here, so please don't feel obliged to open yourself up to such feedback!
SpazztastiKim
Thank you
Darkhalo4321
Let us gush over how superb becky's optimism is
SpazztastiKim
Lol
RebelVampire
im busy gushing over the dialogue on this page http://lodestar.smackjeeves.com/comics/2749604/ch3-pg10/
Kabocha
Honestly I just really like the magic effects, not gonna lie
RebelVampire
like its so silly and yet reminds me of youth
Kabocha
I'm looking forward to more magic and ghost stuff
RebelVampire
cause these are random convos i would have as a youth with ppl
Kabocha
YEAH
Darkhalo4321
Same here!
Kabocha
It's so dramatic, and... man,... I remember being like that when I was younger
I don't recall if it's stated in-comic, but how old is everyone?
SpazztastiKim
Not stated yet. You can guess tho XD
RebelVampire
elliot was a 30 year old man this entire time
SpazztastiKim
Oof XDD
Kabocha
Ahahaha. I was guessing 14~15
Darkhalo4321
Im not allowed to guess because i kinda know XD
SpazztastiKim
Lol
Kabocha
Either way, I'm guessing high school for all of them, but nobody's a senior XD
Darkhalo4321
Except for ally
Shes like younger, like idk maybe hr high ish?
I actually dont know for sure her age
RebelVampire
i wouldve guessed middle school personally. but its hard to tell cause i need to see more adults
Kabocha
Maybe? She throws me a little bit? XD She's probably 13ish?
Darkhalo4321
Shes a precious cinnamonroll and needs protected at all costs
RebelVampire
yeah id peg 13ish for ally personally too.
idk if she need the protecting. she is not the one who got tackled to the ground
Kabocha
I would not fight her
Darkhalo4321
No
She will tackle you to the ground in l o v e
Kabocha
I do also really like how everyone's designs are unique
So it's really easy to distinguish who's who (and I'm pretty sure if it was a greyscale comic, it'd still be very easy... Which is really good)
....ALSO WHAT WAS WITH THE POINTY EARS
Darkhalo4321
Yeah kim
S'plain
X'D
Kabocha
I'm getting the feeling that there are spoilers in that answer
SpazztastiKim
OP... someone noticed
Kabocha
but
I can't help but feel like there are some alternate world or reincarnation shenanigans afoot
RebelVampire
elliot was an elf in a past life and the birth he witnessed was from back then
ya know what scratch that
he was the elf prince
Kabocha
Okay so I'm not the only one that thought that though
RebelVampire
just make everyone a prince
SpazztastiKim
Pfft yes
Kabocha
What's with the lanterns though... hahaha
But I really do have to wonder what all is going on there.
The wolf skeleton was warning him about a thing he... sealed away.
SpazztastiKim
Was it sealed tho?
Kabocha
.... Maybe not
Darkhalo4321
:0
Kabocha
but, I mean, it's hella vague I feel like the wolf is protecting Elliot tho
Darkhalo4321
I get that vibe too, wasnt nice atthe end tho >:T
Kabocha
No, but this probably has happened before
Darkhalo4321
Ya think?
RebelVampire
when you say this are you talking about the dream itself or like the sealed away creature thing?
Kabocha
http://lodestar.smackjeeves.com/comics/2612346/ch2-pg18/ Well, the wolf says that Elliot's been dragged away before
so the thing that's hunting Elliot in his dream proooooooooooooooooooooooooobably has gone after him before
unless the "Birth" in question means it manifested in physical form
Darkhalo4321
D:
OH
Kabocha
KIM IS THIS NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET, AND ALL THESE KIDS ARE GONNA GET KILLED BY FREDDY
Darkhalo4321
Maybe
XD
MAYBE
SpazztastiKim
Pffft
RebelVampire
that theory did occur to me
cause of the dream themes
that this is basically monster in the dreams
rip everyone
Darkhalo4321
I mean, I know kim loves horror movies SO
Kabocha
Nightmare on Elm Street: The Dream Warriors II
RebelVampire
so the thing about the pointy ears that actually interests me the most is that elliot didnt seem to notice all that much or care. and like i know there was a bloody skeleton wolf scaring the crap outta him, but i feel like hed have at least been a little like "hey i am an elf boy now"
also the fact that the dream did not start off with pointy ears
they only showed up with wolf dude
Kabocha
It might be a sign of magic or something. Or maybe he and his ghost are just used to the pointed ears showing up
Darkhalo4321
Ooohh
I didn't notice tyhat!
Kabocha
I did have to re-read that part when I looked at this earlier this week -- it was like "waaaaaaaaaaait a minute"
SpazztastiKim
Hmm WHEN did the change happen again?
Darkhalo4321
Hm indeed
Kabocha
It seems to be a slow transition to be honest
Darkhalo4321
you know who we haven't mentioned yet- TOM my favorite character.
Kabocha
http://lodestar.smackjeeves.com/comics/2456424/ch2-pg11/ On this page, they start to look slightly pointed http://lodestar.smackjeeves.com/comics/2505393/ch2-pg12/ AND THEN He starts to hear things and cough... And magic shows up in the next page
mathtans
Here for the moment, the little one is being very fussy this evening. I think my favourite scene was in the night terror in chapter 2, where we just had the glowing eyes - and then Mandy's glowing hand. Creepy and atmospheric.
Scrolling back to read, I liked how Elliot was thankful not to be a hobbit when he woke.
Darkhalo4321
Right?
Imagine if he woke up and HAD POINTY EARS
the rest of the cast would have been howling
Kabocha
Also, he's focusing on the important things: Not being a dream zombie
RebelVampire
i will be surprised if that doesnt happen one day. that he wakes up with elf ears and has to explain to everyone that surprise, hes an elf now
QUESTION 2. Dreams seem to be central to the story at hand. How do you interpret Elliot’s latest dream? Was it a dream, or was it something more? Whose birth did Elliot supposedly witness, and what exactly is it hungering for? Who is the black wolf that delivers the warnings to Elliot, and why is Elliot the one tasked with helping to defeat whatever the wolf is warning him about? Additionally, if this is no simple dream, why doesn’t Elliot remember this supposed event? Last but not least, what do you make of Elliot’s appearance change within the dream, and what do you think the meaning of the lantern is?
mathtans
I don't think it's a nightmare on elm street kind of thing, because Crystal Lake was dropped as a reference, so these sorts of things already exist in the characters' universe.
Chapter 4, Elliot joins an elf help group.
RebelVampire
but see thats the genius of it. drop the refs, nobody thinks anything of it and is like "ah just a red herring"
and then boom
dream murderer
Kabocha
THE DREAM WAS A WARNING I don't know if the "Starve it" Though... well. Maybe it wants to eat his dreams. Dream eater. OH MY GOD ELLIOT'S BEING HUNTED BY A DROWZEE
Darkhalo4321
THAT PUN WAS GOLD
That would be sneaky!
mathtans
It can't be a simple dream either way. Mandy joined him. That can't be a normal thing for ghosts. Can it?
RebelVampire
yeah starve it really interesting. cause what do you have to deprive the creature or whatever it is of to starve it? is elliot just not supposed to get eaten? is it dreams? is it ghosts?
although maybe its the lantern
nah
no way that was just a dream
Kabocha
Maybe. The lantern did come out as danger started to come near
RebelVampire
that was a vision
Kabocha
what is Mandy anyway
didn't he say that she was never alive to begin with? Or was he speaking generally
....What if Mandy was a victim of the thing?
RebelVampire
or even worse
mandy is the thing
SpazztastiKim
Scary
Darkhalo4321
Mandi is an imaginary friend taken form because of El? Maybe? Like, Can El manifest things?
Without knowing it-
RebelVampire
that could also be true
but im now sticking to the she is the thing one
cause it would explain why the wolf kicked her out
and said "no dream warnings for you"
Darkhalo4321
Aw
I know she's not like... real but she HAS FEELINGS DREAM WOLF
OH, but aside from just El having that one nightmare, apparently it's a prevalent problem going on- so it's not just isolated.
RebelVampire
ya know, i just want to point out if the dream wolf is going around warning ppl, the strategy is not very effective. fear is not the answer wolf.
Kabocha
Based on the comic description... We'll have to see more about that though
I dunno, if you scare someone enough, they'll stay away
Darkhalo4321
maybe el gets royal treatment of being warned
Kabocha
maybe the wolf is protecting the place where "it" is
Darkhalo4321
while everyone else just gets stalked with EYES
Kabocha
it's because he's acutally Frodo Baggins
Darkhalo4321
YES
HE IS SHORT
Kabocha
and the thing after them is Melkor. Or Sauron.
SpazztastiKim
obviously its voldemort
Darkhalo4321
!!!
you mean, he who should not be named!
Kabocha
GASP!
What about the Babadook
SpazztastiKim
my bad
OOF
RebelVampire
where elliot lives the dream wolf is just how the letters are delivered
Darkhalo4321
Baba Yaga
RebelVampire
http://lodestar.smackjeeves.com/comics/2597078/ch2-pg-17/ so i wonder who all the creepy ppl are in the bg
mathtans
Maybe it's like regular dreams, you don't really remember them unless you're woken up in the middle. So the wolf is waking everyone up with love bites.
RebelVampire
like was the creature born cause ppl were like "yaay sacrifice"
Kabocha
Oh, great, the wolf is my cat
SpazztastiKim
pfft
Darkhalo4321
if that's what you call a LOVE bite...>>
RebelVampire
the wolf is reading the wrong book of how to talk to humans
SpazztastiKim
lol
mathtans
There were five witnesses to the birth maybe, Rebel. They were summoned to the place in dreams.
Superjustinbros
HELLO
Kabocha
I'mma go out on a limb and say the people in the BG were part of the creation. THE COUNCIL OF CREATION A bunch of high elves that decided one day, "hey, let's just do this whole thing and nothing can go wrong" And Elliot was like, "NOPE" And died and went into another world where it was nearly unleashed upon them.
Justin, what are your thoughts on the Wolf and the Five people on Chapter 2, Page 17?
mathtans
They're looking at a heart.
Superjustinbros
Can I bring it home and call it Maniac?
SpazztastiKim
good name for it
Superjustinbros
Anyways hey there, sorry I'm a bit late
Room's getting redesigned but to stray from going offtopic I wanted to drop in and hand out and see what we're all talknig about tonight
RebelVampire
they are looking at a heart. Elliot was the mage who betrayed the council and realized his magic was for healing not the dark arts
Kabocha
Yep. We're talking about this week's comic -- Lodestar. As is the usual thing on the Thursday Bookclub~
Superjustinbros
Oh yea
Kabocha
http://lodestar.smackjeeves.com/comics/2597078/ch2-pg-17/ But really, I wonder what "it" is. .... Maybe there was a ritual.
Superjustinbros
Is that white line it's eye
Kabocha
Also -- did Eliot's magical scratch appear when the lantern showed up I'm just noticing this Does magic have a price?
RebelVampire
i assum eyes, the white line is its eye
that page did have the atmosphere of ritual
mostly cause of the heart
you dont hold beating hearts unless youre doing a ritual
idk i couldnt figure out when the scratch showed up. id have to look again super close
Darkhalo4321
It's def. Skooky
Kabocha
http://lodestar.smackjeeves.com/comics/2547332/ch2-pg14/ It's this page, Rebel
Superjustinbros
I ruined the feel of this image
SpazztastiKim
pfft(edited)
meme material
Darkhalo4321
I mean- MAYBE the wolf thing, wants to be empathetci?
Kabocha
"The woods cried out: FEED ME pls can i haz yer dinner hoomin"
Darkhalo4321
also likes hoomin heartz
SpazztastiKim
GOOD LORD XDD
mathtans
The whole glowing eyes thing is pretty cool. Not sure how the effect is done, but nice.
Darkhalo4321
It's not like I LIKE you or anything! B-BAKA!
SpazztastiKim
TSUNDERE DEMON
Darkhalo4321
kiss kiss fall in the lake!
Kabocha
Also likes hoomin necks They are like beef, but more gamey
mathtans
Maybe the demon is actually that aunt, the one who made the tea.
SpazztastiKim
Nom nom
Darkhalo4321
D:
Taylor?!
Kabocha
... I mean, dreams can be representational
so you got a Mama Wolf protectin' her youngins
Darkhalo4321
maybe- el is part dream wolf?
SpazztastiKim
i'm dead
mathtans
Yis. Summoned Elliot into town so the ghost Mandy could help.
"My other form is also a wolf."
RebelVampire
elliot wasnt real all along
he was summon
Kabocha
Oh no
Darkhalo4321
MAYBE- el is the creation woooooo
Kabocha
This isn't Final Fantasy 10, Rebel
unless we're getting meta, and we need El's father to be the wolf -- a summon from a dream becomes a dreaming summoned beast...
Darkhalo4321
I mean like-
We haven't SEEN el's dad yet so
Superjustinbros
"Hey, you OK?" "Does this look "Okay" to you?!"
_okay I'm done
Back to the comic
RebelVampire
yeah i was just about to say this is really gonna mess up the archives if it continues since i cant include images XD
Superjustinbros
Yeah lol
I feel like the joke has run it's course anyways
SpazztastiKim
I'm crying
Superjustinbros
You can only hammer in a joke edit so many times before it stops being entertaining
RebelVampire
onto the scratch. i get more the impression that the scratch was gonna happen anyway and the lantern showed up saying "hey stop scratching my boy"
Kabocha
image: [Elliot: don't make me Tidus- I wanna be Cloud]
SpazztastiKim
asdfghjkl!!!!
Superjustinbros
you wanna be a Cloud?
Darkhalo4321
giant SWORD
Superjustinbros
Oh that Cloud
RebelVampire
QUESTION 3. Early on, we learn that Elliot is supposedly psychic or an empath. Do you think Elliot is telling the truth about mostly just seeing ghosts, or does he really have other psychic powers as the others accuse him of? Who exactly do you think Mandy is, and what do you make of her closeness with Elliot? In other words, how do you think the two met? Do you think Elliot was born with whatever powers he has, or does it somehow tie into the creature he was warned about in the dream? Overall, how do you think Elliot’s abilities will help or hinder him in his task? What about in general for his newfound life in the town?
Kabocha
Elliot would not be a good Cloud, honestly. He's got too much personality, and too little damage from experimentation
Superjustinbros
Well we've seen a demon and a ghost so...
Kabocha
I THINK Mandy is his sister from another life. Or his best friend. And she couldn't be reincarnated with him, so she stuck around.
RebelVampire
was gonna go with his stillborn sister who never was
Darkhalo4321
But she was stated as never having BEEN alive?
That she wasn't real?
Kabocha
She's real for sure
She could also be a magic spirit, so she was never alive in the sense that humans would comprehend
Darkhalo4321
Real blue
SpazztastiKim
Har
mathtans
Elliot is all digital. He's in the Cloud.
RebelVampire
Elliot: I'm sorry Mandy but you're not real. Mandy: I'm...I'm floating right here and we're talking. Elliot: No, still not real.
Darkhalo4321
Maybe- El got the magic powers? ? From his last enounter that almost took him? And maybe mandi is some form of like... side kick from that?
Superjustinbros
Cloud saves? @mathtans
mathtans
I do think Elliot probably has other powers, but I don't think he actually knows about them. As to Mandy, I like Rebel's theory.(edited)
Kabocha
El goes on Dr. Phil, gets told "Perception is reality" Mandy laughs because... well
RebelVampire
so basically mandy is his familiar?
Superjustinbros
>Dr Phil I haven't heard that in a long time
Seems like it
Darkhalo4321
honestly, El would just sass his way out of dr. phil's show. they'd be like plz leave
Maybe?
RebelVampire
thats when they send him to jerry springer
mathtans
How did Mandy get her name? She must have existed at some point. Elliot doesn't seem like the type to just come up with that name, he's too introverted.
Kabocha
Maybe she has some sort of secret magic name
Darkhalo4321
Maybe Mandi named herself?
or came with a name?
Kabocha
and "Mandy" is just short for like Almandiasoriginamyeriath
mathtans
Bless you.
Darkhalo4321
cough kabo that's... I'm dying XD
Kabocha
HEY I know what "Bless you" means in some places!
Darkhalo4321
Salude
SpazztastiKim
ME TOO
Superjustinbros
Gesundheit.
RebelVampire
if we go with reincarnation being in this, maybe mandy isnt real cause she hasnt moved on in this life, has no memories of her past, and is basically just an empty shell floating around
Darkhalo4321
Oooh?
That's an interesting theory
Superjustinbros
I've seen stories with spirits like this
Kabocha
I'm curious to see what Mandy is later in the story, though. Like, if she's not real, then what is she. I'm pretty sure if she got kicked out of the dream, she's got some substance to her.
Superjustinbros
Yeah..
RebelVampire
well i guess it largely depends on what elliot's definition of real is
Darkhalo4321
:0
RebelVampire
i could also argue elliot is just deluding himself as to whether shes real or not because its how he protects his sanity
cause elliot doesnt seem fond of the idea that he has powers
so if he pretends none of its real its fine
Darkhalo4321
Yeah considering that he got REAL dark real fast when Becky kind of prodded him about the idea of it being... odd-
but thank god for Mandi she reeled that back in fast.
Kabocha
Elliot's been through some crap, hasn't he
Darkhalo4321
I FEEL like it- He's been through something- :/ but what? WHO knows-
RebelVampire
Elliot remembers the great elf war
Darkhalo4321
maybe el is actually an elf from another world, and this is an isekai story and we have no idea
Kabocha
"Remembers" only in his dreams
I AM DOWN FOR THIS
Darkhalo4321
reverse isekai?
RebelVampire
i am ok with this
Kabocha
YEP.
SpazztastiKim
Y'all would be great at DnD
Darkhalo4321
I'm going to get yelled at aren't I?
Superjustinbros
is not a DnD player(edited)
Kabocha
I'm also cool with it being a reincarnation story, or just that El gets to see all sorts of monstrous things because he's got some sort of magic shenanigans going on
Darkhalo4321
poor unfortunate soooooul
RebelVampire
im ok as long as elliot lives to tell the story cause the world would be a lesser place without his snark
Darkhalo4321
I would cry
SpazztastiKim
X'D
Darkhalo4321
I would actually FLY TO KIM'S AND we'd have a long talk
>:T
#teamelliotlives
SpazztastiKim
-tosses the idea pretending I never planned it-
mathtans
Maybe Mandy will start possessing people. Suddenly Becky gets real mellow. Suspicious.
SpazztastiKim
pfft
Superjustinbros
Oh good just what we need
Ghosts doing ghost stuff
RebelVampire
wait maybe mandy is just the manifestation of elliot's lantern hence why she was never alive and isnt real
Kabocha
WAIT, Is there a risk of people actually dying in this story ... ...Kim are you going to kill off Elliot
SpazztastiKim
no
Darkhalo4321
I feel like Becky would out.... do a ghost?
SpazztastiKim
HA
Darkhalo4321
SHE IS JUST TOO MUICH spirit for them XD
RebelVampire
Tom though is probably doomed for possession
SpazztastiKim
Poor Tom
Kabocha
.... Oh god you're probably right Rebel
Darkhalo4321
Becky is the one that would go " NO YOU DONT! " and unpossess herself with will power
Kabocha
Tom gets possessed and he seese EVERY HORRIBLE THING he's forced to do to feed the hunger
Darkhalo4321
NOT TOM
Kabocha
turns out the hunger is just really into chocolates
SpazztastiKim
PFFT
Darkhalo4321
NOOOO
Kabocha
They break into a Godiva shop with Tom's body
Superjustinbros
Did someone say chocolates?
Darkhalo4321
CHOCOLATE?!
Superjustinbros
http://lodestar.smackjeeves.com/comics/2771909/ch3-pg14/ I wonder what flavor everyone's getting then
Kabocha
The Wolf isn't super keen on the whole Chocolates thing though, because, y'know, theobromine poisoning...
SpazztastiKim
hehe
Darkhalo4321
so that's why the wolf says STARVE it
Superjustinbros
Tsundre wolf cannot consume ice cream
RebelVampire
well at least a chocolate quest would be more pleasant than alternatives XD
Darkhalo4321
TRUE
Superjustinbros
XD
Chocolate Ice Cream? :3
RebelVampire
thats going too far in the sweets department questing O_O
Kabocha
Hey, at least Tom won't have to gorge himself on other things. But they do find out their local big box store was robbed of all its chocolate rabbits around easter...
SpazztastiKim
Truly the worst that could happen to this town(edited)
RebelVampire
but after Tom is freed hed never want to eat chocolate ever again
Kabocha
That's a tragedy.
Superjustinbros
RIP Chocolate rabbits.
RebelVampire
i want to see more tom though. i appreciate his calm demeanor in the face of the girls rampant amounts of energy
Darkhalo4321
Yes
Tom seems like the, solid rock founddation of the group type
mathtans
I like that idea that Mandy is just the manifestation of some object. Maybe something Elliot carries with him. A watch? He was good at pegging tea time.
RebelVampire
also cause tom is the useful one. cause becky is like "FARM FESTIVAL" and Ally is like "SWIMMING AND ICE CREAM" meanwhile tom is being a good boy and researching stuff for elliot
mathtans
Tom is a good counterpoint. He understands all the characters too.
Darkhalo4321
Like Hey let's do the job our club is suppose to do, shall we?
RebelVampire
Elliot is a time lord
mathtans
Oh yeah, the Farm Festival is sure to be a plot point. It's a metaphor for something.
RebelVampire
mystery solved(edited)
Darkhalo4321
I mean, if this were ouran host club, he's kyouya ... the only one that keeps the club on TASK
mathtans
Elliot's consciousness is trapped in a pocketwatch. With Mandy.
RebelVampire
ya know i could dig time lord elliot tho for reals. cause it explains why hes an elf or something. he just time travels and forgets he time travels. but why he knows how to save ppl from falling stuff
Kabocha
The farm festival will be... full of lore. About how they had the festival to appease a hungry beast.
Superjustinbros
oh boy
Darkhalo4321
Maybe
They farm
hearts
SpazztastiKim
HA
gross
Kabocha
Hey, the heart could have been a Deer Heart
Darkhalo4321
was it though?
Kabocha
Coulda been.
RebelVampire
QUESTION 4. As the comic opens up, we meet a slew of characters and learn some notable things in regards to dream. What do you make of the fact another person is supposedly having intense dreams similar to Elliot’s? Does this have anything to do with the creature, or is it simply a red herring? If it does have something to do with it, what do you think Elliot will have to do about it to help the victim? In general, how do you think the dream club Elliot joined will help him in his overall task? Moving on from Elliot, which of Elliot’s friends are you looking forward to learning more about? In what ways do you think these friends might help Elliot deal with his problems and his quest?
Superjustinbros
How intense we talking? Like, Math Test insane?
Darkhalo4321
WELL Becky has every intention of making sure el has a social life, some what-
Tom will probably ensure no one dies- or he'll die trying.
RebelVampire
dark no
dont even suggest tom dies
Darkhalo4321
What if
he does die tho
RebelVampire
protect that child
Darkhalo4321
D:
RebelVampire
no protect that child
Darkhalo4321
Ally tho
RebelVampire
or dont and be optimistic and assume him becoming a ghost will make him the most powerful being
Darkhalo4321
:0
Ghost Tom
mathtans
Elliot's the replacement Chosen One. The current one in town is having trouble.
Darkhalo4321
current one?
Superjustinbros
?
SpazztastiKim
esplain Mathans
Kabocha
So, if we were to categorize these characters as horror characters...
Darkhalo4321
NOOOO
like horror movie horror, or like scary movie parody horror?
SpazztastiKim
Yes
Superjustinbros
Oh dear, this is gonna be fun >:3
Kabocha
.... Elliot's our Canary, though sometimes the canary lives Tom's dead. I'm sorry. Becky will be scarred for life, but probably will be the one carrying the plot and making sure everyone survives. Allison... She will not be in the horror parts. She'll be the character that calls the cops at the end.
Superjustinbros
rip Tom.
RebelVampire
no all of you need to stop killing off tom
SpazztastiKim
Just straight up kill off Tom
RebelVampire
the next page of the comic is literally just a dagger flying through the window and stabbing tom in the heart
Darkhalo4321
I'm pretty sure I saw the next page, can confirm
Superjustinbros
oof
Darkhalo4321
tom actually falls backwards out of his chair and LANDS on a dagger. effectively killing him off. Then the comic ends. Tom was the danger ALL ALONG(edited)
Superjustinbros
Dear god
That's cold
SpazztastiKim
A twist to make m night shyamalan proud
Kabocha
Lol Justin if you believe that you obviously haven't read through this comic
RebelVampire
no no the comic continues. the wolf comes back and is like "bro i told you to starve it not kill it. youre under arrest. this is a sting operation"
Darkhalo4321
XD
SpazztastiKim
-wheeze-
Darkhalo4321
Elliot gets hauled off to DREAM JAIL
Mandi is denied visitation rights
Becky becomes his laywer
RebelVampire
then elliot becomes a dream defense attorney and has to prove his own innocence
becky would be a scary lawyer
like
i could just see her taking the floor and talking for hours
and her client is found innocent just cause the jury wants to go home
Darkhalo4321
She'd probably make a good case though-
Superjustinbros
@Kabocha Even if I did that's still pretty cold lol
Darkhalo4321
Jury: She talked for 5 hours, but... she wasn't wrong innocent!
Wolf thing : damn it!
SpazztastiKim
Ghost Tom: Language...
Darkhalo4321
Elliot: @#$% the establishment! throws a chair
Everyone just has the surprised pikachu face, after that!
SpazztastiKim
HA
Superjustinbros
That face is glorious
RebelVampire
at this point i think were just all drunk and have gone mad with power
SpazztastiKim
lol probably
RebelVampire
im really curious to see what happens at the farm festival tho. mostly just cause maybe nothing bad will happen and theyll just have fun. like go on a nice hay ride
that will not trigger unpleasant memories and not start a fire to the whole festival
SpazztastiKim
hay rides are included tho
Kabocha
Maybe we'll find out that they have a sleep study at the contest
erm
festival
Darkhalo4321
And then after it's been ALL good- and it's all fun and stuff-
Kabocha
why am I thinking contest
Darkhalo4321
THEN
Superjustinbros
Oh god what's happennig here now
Darkhalo4321
then it will go downhill
Kabocha
Yep. It'll be a hot mess. AND FREDDY RETUR--- wrong series
RebelVampire
id really want to see elliot in a sleep study now tho
just imagine the scientists face afterwards
as theyre like wtf are these readings
Superjustinbros
oh boy
Kabocha
"This boy never enters REM sleep!?"
RebelVampire
what is life
Kabocha
"How is he alive?!"
Darkhalo4321
Right?
my question exactly ^^^ lol(edited)
RebelVampire
elliot was the one to have never been alive to begin with. the whole mandy thing is him projecting
Darkhalo4321
it would explain why some scenes have her split off of him?
Kabocha
oh that would be a twist.
Two souls one body?
Darkhalo4321
THAT IS MY JAM
RebelVampire
i had considered that as a realistic possibility. or more that mandy is just an aspect of elliot's soul
SpazztastiKim
-watches with entertained glee-
Darkhalo4321
Oh maybe?
RebelVampire
http://lodestar.smackjeeves.com/comics/2704817/ch3-pg4/ off topic but i just noticed that computer has a pear on it and that makes me laugh
Darkhalo4321
Like the NICE version of who El is, and all the snark remained in the actual body
El is just Snark
that's it
TOM HOW CAN YOU
Superjustinbros
Shoutouts to Pear Products
mathtans
Sorry, called to crib. Have we talked about the title yet? With "lode"star? Is that like a metaphor for Elliot's powers, or something else?
RebelVampire
we have not talked about it.
mathtans
(As to explaining about the chosen one thing, the person with night terrors in town wasn't responding properly, so that's how Elliot ended up in town too.)
Darkhalo4321
We havent'
RebelVampire
i assumed it was a play on a lodestone
Darkhalo4321
I don't actually know about the title so much
PROBABLY
What is a lodestone?
RebelVampire
“A lodestone is a naturally magnetized piece of the mineral magnetite. They are naturally occurring magnets, which can attract iron. The property of magnetism was first discovered in antiquity through lodestones.”
Darkhalo4321
Hm
RebelVampire
elliot is the attracter of evil
Darkhalo4321
PROBABLY
el is an unlucky person
Kabocha
MAGNETIC SOUL
SpazztastiKim
poor kid
mathtans
Mandy being part of his soul is interesting. It reminds me, I liked in the first chapter how there were hints of her at times, and eventually it became clear.
Oh yeah, and I loved the Pear Computer, Rebel. Glad you remembered to mention it.
Yeah, I thought it was like lodestone, but being a star, maybe it's good somehow even though there's a burden involved.
RebelVampire
i liked the small hints but at the same time i was confused and wondered if he was communicating telepathically with becky XD
Kabocha
I'm curious to see where this all goes. There's not enough information to really like, get super crazy with fandom yet
mathtans
I did wonder where the thoughts were coming from.
Also, before the end, gotta mention the Becky and Ally ship. Those two can feed off each others' energy, it's sweet.
Darkhalo4321
they can power the entire town with their energy
RebelVampire
i will support the elliot/tom ship
Superjustinbros
Since the CTP is ending in a bit, thanks for the CTR, and thanks for the cool comic as well @SpazztastiKim, it was fun checking it out
mathtans
There you go. Can't ship Tom with his sister, after all.
Darkhalo4321
El == shippable with everyone honestly
mathtans
El is shippable with the wolf?
Darkhalo4321
...
SpazztastiKim
asdfghjkl
Kabocha
...yes
RebelVampire
yes
Darkhalo4321
I MEAN, as Friends?
Kabocha
BFFS
Darkhalo4321
El seems like he needs more FRIENDS
Kabocha
Anyway! Thank you Kim! I look forward to seeing where this comic goes~
Darkhalo4321
and boy and his aggressive wolf friend
mathtans
Wolf's name is probably Lodestar. Got it from a book.
Best with it, Kim!
RebelVampire
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Someday (1/2)
SUMMARY. Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader. Modern AU. You haven’t talked to Bucky — the ex you’re on good terms with — for a few years now. To break the ice, you decided to prank him with a call — of a fake pregnancy. Inspired by real events.
WARNINGS. Kids? HAHAHA. Fluff & fun. Clint Barton x Laura Barton.
WORD COUNT. 981! Shortest one I’ve ever had for a first part omg.
AUTHOR’S NOTES. So, this has been sitting in my drafts since February. I was supposed to post it for Valentine’s but, yeah, things got hella busy, especially as I will finally be graduating high school in three weeks!!! I hope this soothes any pain you have after watching Infinity War, if you have watched. <3
#1: you are here / #2
Years of babysitting have taught you two things: (1) kids were demons; and (2) you want to raise one.
Hell breaks loose the moment they’re in tears; but the moment you’ve coaxed them to sleep, to smile, to laugh — it’s like you’ve opened up the gates to heaven. There’s no other feeling like it. You’d certainly like to experience it one day. Not right now, but certainly someday.
For now, babysitting for your good Barton friends (while they had their long-due date night, jeezuskrist Clint) was enough.
You didn’t know their kids well, having met them on only a few occasions. So, it was certainly awkward at the beginning of the night, but as it progressed, they warmed up to you, at least in some degree.
Cooper, the eldest, was a sullen boy, shy and reserved — perhaps as expected for a boy going through puberty, when being supervised by an unfamiliar adult — but still so unlike his father. He spent most of the night in his room, only coming out twice: once for dinner, and another for the bathroom. You tried to engage with him both times, ask about school or his friends, but he never said anything more than three words at a time. When he only stared at you when you asked about his obsession with Transformations (or was it Transformers? What did Laura say?), you knew it was time to give up and let the kid have his solitude.
Nathaniel Pietro, on the other hand, was the exact opposite, being the youngest and the one of highest maintenance. Probably because he was a five-year-old, a loud and playful one too, with a habit of throwing toy balls across the room and of waddling around the house, constantly on the move. Distracting him to keep him stationary was exhausting. You could only breathe a sigh of relief once his eyes began to droop after dinner. Although, you had to admit, with him tucked in bed, a great deal of noise and fun was lost. You missed him already.
Peace was yet to come, however. Lila, the middle one, was the human equivalent of a Golden Retriever puppy. Sometimes skipping around the house, occasionally drawing in her sketchbook, often chatting your ear off with an eagerness to please. Such as right now. With your permission to stay up past her eight o’clock bedtime (hey, kids don’t get this chance a lot), she now sat next to you on the floor in the living room, drawing cartoonish characters with the television on, talking about her feuding friends in the art club. It was indeed a complicated situation. You were most certainly glad to not be in that stage of your life anymore.
She sat in silence now, her entire being focused in coloring her work. Now with her completely distracted, you took this chance to check your phone. No new messages. (Let’s pretend that doesn’t hurt.) But there were a few Facebook reminders about upcoming birthdays and events happening near you. You sighed. Might as well.
You pressed on that notification. Hey, it was Sharon Carter’s birthday yesterday! Greet her. Ah shit, you forgot about that. Maybe you’ll send her a short message later.
Scrolling past that, your eyes fell on the birthdays today. Tandy Bowen just turned thirty-six, greet her! Don’t know her, not sure why you even added her as a friend in the first place —
Hey, it’s Bucky Barnes’ birthday today! Write a greeting now …
Your heart leapt. Shit — it’s his thirty-fifth. How could you forget? You literally celebrated it with him, like, four times, before the inevitable break-up three years ago. Then again, you were always horrible at remembering dates. Your exam scores in history could attest to that.
You stared at the familiar profile picture: his face — still so fresh for a thirty-five year old — angled away from the camera, looking out to a snowy mountain — filtered in black and white (his favorite filter — such an old man at heart). Three years ago, that used to be the two of you. At the beach, his eyes gazing down at you as you looked out at the sunset — a beautiful photograph taken by your mutual friend, Natasha. It was lovely, both the photo and the day it was captured.
Should you greet him?
Both of you did spend four wonderful years of your lives together; that wasn’t nothing. And it’s not like the relationship ended on a bad note! Just that you wanted a family and he didn’t. That’s all. It simply wasn’t going anywhere.
Nevertheless, you promised to stay friends. Even though you’ve called each other, what, probably four times for the last three years? Perhaps this was a good chance, then, to start again?
Fingers flying across the keypad, you prepared a short message.
Hey, Bucky! Oh my god, it’s your birthday! Your body is finally catching up to your soul!
Too many exclamation points. Rewrite.
Hey, Buck. Sending you my warmest wishes for a happy birthday.
Too formal. Again.
Hey, Bucky! How you doin’? Hope your day’s going well. It’s your birthday after all. Can you believe it? God —
Getting too long. Again.
Hey, Bucky! Happy thirty-fifth, I hope today was filled with all your favorite guilty pleasures!
Okay, what the fuck? Why’s this so hard? It shouldn’t be this hard to write a simple birthday message to a friend. Or ex-boyfriend, whatever. Same thing.
Damn it, who’re you kidding? This shit’s too fucking awkward. You need something to crack open the ice you’ve left freezing between the two of you. Something funny, something shocking, something …
Your eyes fell on Lila’s drawing. It was a family, two parents with three kids, one of which was carrying a toddler …
It hit you.
Lips stretching to a wide smile, you poked Lila’s shoulder. She looked up at you.
“Hey, Lila, can you help me with something?”
A/N. Sorry, it’s short. This is mostly build up and exposition. Next part will be posted on Thursday, probably! :D Hope you enjoyed this. <3
Tagging: (If you’d like to be tagged to the story or permanently, let me know!)
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So my birthday is this Thursday and my lil cousin who only ever contacts me when it’s birthday season for my family (Most of my family members are born between the months of November and January 2nd) And goes “Ay cuz what we doin for our birthdays this weekend?” And I’m like ,”idk I’m broke so I ain’t doing much. “ So he goin turn his damn bologna lipped ass mouth up at me and say some damn, “Arrd but you always claim you broke , but fareal I was tryna get in the club with you.” Meaning he wanted me to pay his way and I’m like how u a broke ass adult goin hop in my ass about not having money when you can’t pay ya way into a muhfuxin club damn dummy. So I told him if he cash app me money I’ll be all down for goin out . . . He ain’t respond back yet.
#lol#little cousins are a trip#they treat me like a mom cuz im one of the eldest#im 26 and broke boy bye
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16. Sep ’21 Damn Right Show ~Ready for The Weekend Deep Funk and Soul 2 ...
Total 4 show in this week was done. I played on real funk n' soul club flavor for all over the world, someone says "underground" or "maniac".
I think not maniac, this is true scene made by real love for music like this.
Thursday show is especial for people who knows golden time of Deep Funk, including me.
When I was young (around 15years ago), many DJs play rare funk tunes that was the chance to listen to great records at clubs. But now not doing the thing, trend is gone.
For me that was not boom just boon in my mind. Super shock every time when I got a chance to listen to real Funk and soul DJs playing.That thing I couldn't forget.
Very few people play records as a DJ for open minded listeners and dancers now. I decide to play on the tunes legendary style on here.
Thursday show was not open, just because expression of my listeners on Mixcloud live who want to tune in my show real time.
But today I post the show playing again on YouTube, please try it the sounds and selection of Deep Funk DJ.And let you know real music made by black origins in this 50 years (say like as legend DJ Dave Thorley, always respect a man live in Berlin he plays on the show named Crossing The Tracks on YouTube. Check it).
From Japan I play on the tunes with respect for culture of making music, playing music dancing music and enjoy music (for me music means Funk n' Soul).
Get a chance to listen to old recording but still sounds good vibes and vibes never get old. Try it and I hope you like it.
Enjoy tunes Thursday flavor !
"Dancing Close" RITA JOYCE (Ren-Cen)
"Hey You! Don't Fight It" THE MONTCLAIRS (Arch)
"Party On The Moon" ODELL KNIGHT (Valiant)
"Doin' It Our Way" BROOMFIELD CORPORATE JAM (Mountain)
"Simple Song" ZEBRA (Zebra)
"Peace Still Is With Us" APOLLOS SHOW BAND (Jonlewis)
"Only So Much Oil In The Ground" TOWER OF POWER (Warner Bros)
"Funky Thing" LARRY ELLIS AND THE BLACK HAMMER (Al King)
"It Ain't Fair But It's Fun" THE FABULOUS ORIGINALS (Jewel)
"Nothin' But A Party" THE BLENDERS (Cobra)
"Everything's Gonna Be All Right" ROBERT MOORE (Saadia)
"Our Thing Is Through" LEE SHOT WILLIAMS (Shama)
"I Ain't Lyin" THE SOUL CONTROLLERS (Cat)
"Boss Action" ENCHANTING ENCHANTERS (BenMoKeith)
"Farm Song" LEON GARDNER (Igloo)
"Tra La La" THE GREAT DELTAS (Englewood)
"Stay Together" SOUL EXCITEMENT (Pink Dolphin)
"The World Part 2" SANDI AND MATUES (Matues)
"Since I Was A Little Girl" HARD DRIVERS feat VIVIAN LEE (Hawes)
"Boogie With Your Baby" WILLI J & CO. (Ki Ki)
"Nothing Left Is Real" PURE FUNK (Planet Earth)
"Mind Wrecker" CRACK OF DAWN (Columbia)
"Sunny Day" COMING OF MAN (Right Kind)
"You Pick Me Up" MERGER (MGR)
"Looking Thru The Window" EDDIE BLACK SPEED (Watts City)
"Whatever Makes My Baby Feel Good" ROSE WILLIAMS GEORGE CLINTON AND THE FUNKADELICS (Funkadelic)
"Birth Of A Playboy" THE CHOSEN FEW (Maple)
"Show You" UNKNOWN ARTIST (Preservation Project)
"Walking On The Moon" REV. JAMEL & BOB JOHNSON (J. & S.)
"Push Push" JAY FLOYD (Helpp)
"Don't Give Up" BETTY WILSON (Dayco)
"Lock-Jaw" LEE SYKES AND THE HIGHLANDERS (Lemon Drop)
"That Was My Big Mistake" LITTLE WILLIE JONES (Power Jet Star)
"Get Up Off It Baby" THE SOUL AUTHORITY UNLIMITED (Bet)
"Butter Nut Part 2" THE BLACK TRUTH BAND (The Black Truth)
"How Good Is Good" MICKEY & THE SOUL GENEARTION (Mr. G)
"Fell Into A Bag" RIVER CITY FUNK BAND (R.D.M.)
"I Can't Find Another" THE SPECIALS (Satch)
"I Could The Impossible" EL POOKS (Orvious)
"Running Wild" SUNRISE MOVEMENT (Ghetto Production)
"Time Ain't Gonna Do Me No Favor" FREDERICK HYMES Ⅲ (Fab Vegas)
"What It Is ?" THE CURTIS LIGGINS INDICATIONS (Kaycee Soul)
"I'd Like To Have You" NORWOOD LONG (Groovy Groove)
"Forever" JOHN SIMEONE (TNT)
#damnrightshow#deepfunk#soul#modern soul#club#underground#playlist#real#mixcloudlive#world#for young#70s#60s#music
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Hyro the Hero Interview: Pits Where There Shouldn’t Be
Photo by Mark Adriane
BY JORDAN MAINZER
Let’s get it out of the way: in the critical sphere, rap rock has a bad connotation. Rarely, if ever, do artists tastefully combine the two genres, or even produce something that touches the spirit of both. Enter Houston’s Hyron Fenton, who goes by Hyro the Hero. Following a series of mixtapes, his 2011 debut album Birth, School, Work, Death was a revelation, blending punk and post-hardcore with rap, featuring contributions from some of Fenton’s biggest influences, namely At The Drive-In/The Mars Volta’s Paul Hijonos. Last year, he finally followed up his debut with the more rap-oriented Flagged Channel. His mixture of styles lands him on tours with bands like P.O.D. and festivals like the Rockstar Energy Drink Disrupt Festival, which comes to Tinely Park’s Hollywood Casino Amphitheatre on Friday, and the Vans Warped Tour. But his loyalty to black music and culture nabbed him a spot on this year’s Afropunk lineup, too.
Last month, over the phone, Fenton (who now lives in L.A.) spoke to being the outlier at many shows and festivals and how the history of his across-the-board influences helped him navigate the terrain. He also shared some wisdom about the contemporary music landscape and its increasingly blending notions of genre. Read below, edited for length and clarity.
Since I Left You: It’s been a year since Flagged Channel came out. How has your relationship with the album changed over then?
Hyron Fenton: It’s more of a live feel with the album now because now I’m performing it. I feel it on a different level. I get to push the energy a little bit more. When I’m in the studio, I try to capture that vibe, but it’s nothing like being on the stage.
SILY: It was a few years between that and your debut.
HF: Yeah, it was a whole learning process. I was just trying to get myself together, learn my craft a little more. I got into rap a little bit more, learned structure, different choruses.
SILY: Is your background more in rap or rock?
HF: I come from a hip hop background. Growing up, I was listening to Tupac, 50 Cent, Cam’ron, Eminem--one of my favorite rappers ever. I was the guy who flipped the channel. I started listening to Nickelback and shit like that, and thought, “Okay, this is rock.” And then there’s deeper than that. I got into At The Drive-In, Rancid, and Bad Brains. A little bit more punk rock. I was learning my roots: The Judgement Night soundtrack.
SILY: Were you influenced a lot by the Houston rap scene?
HF: Oh yeah, man, the Houston rap scene is what got me. My sister used to rap with DJ Screw, who was the man in Houston. He died. She knew him before he blew up. To see him start a movement and turn into a whole thing. In Houston, we were kind of snobby about our music--all we would listen to was Houston music. But I decided to venture out a little bit. I started rappin’, and when I rapped I would scream all the time because I would listen to Tupac and try to imitate him. He wasn’t really screaming, but I thought it was so I would scream. I think that’s what helped me out in rock.
SILY: When was the point where you realized you wanted to combine rap and rock?
HF: It was when my ex-girlfriend in high school left me and I got real mad. So I wanted to make a song about it. I didn’t want to rap, because I couldn’t get the emotion out of it, so I took a rock song and I sampled it. I was screaming on that, and it took off from there. I put it up on Myspace.
SILY: Is it still up, or did it get lost when Myspace lost a bunch of data?
HF: I can’t find it! I think I deleted it. I put that one up and a song called “Punk Rock” where I sampled a Soulja Boy beat and sped it up. I was saying, “I’d rather be a punk rocker than a hip hopper, ‘cause y’all just doin’ the ringtone shit.” I was dissing a lot of people back then. [laughs]
SILY: Were you ever into other bands that combined rap and rock, like the Beastie Boys or Rage Against the Machine?
HF: Oh yeah, man. Limp Bizkit. Especially when it came out when they had a song with Method Man, and Eminem had a song with Kid Rock. I saw it becoming cool in a sense. I saw how much respect rock had for rap, but I didn’t see it the other way around so much. Rap was kind of scared of guitars, so it was cool how they blended it.
SILY: I’ve talked to friends who only listened to rap and then the Jay-Z/Linkin Park mashup came out, which turned them on to rock.
HF: They did it right! Jay-Z has such a cool voice, so they really nailed the chill hip hop vibe with it. The music with Linkin Park is so good and respectable. It blended it perfectly.
SILY: Do you feel like you’ve established your own sound beyond your influences?
HF: Yeah, I think I’ve got my own sound going. I’m always compared to Rage no matter what, but the way I rap is a little different. I put in more words. The way Zack [de la Rocha] did it, with little small sentences that were so powerful. That’s a hard thing to do. I got a lot of stuff to say, which is why I rap a little fast and make my words poetic. What they did was so special, though, so it’s cool to get compared to them.
SILY: Looking at the types of shows you’re playing, you’re with a lot of pure rock bands.
HF: The cool thing about me is I can do rap, I can do metal, I can do punk. They can put me in anything. My music blends all categories.
SILY: When you go to the Disrupt Festival versus something like Afropunk, do you cater to what the crowd is gonna want to hear?
HF: I used to do that, but I felt like that didn’t work for me. Now I just do my own thing. I’ve turned some places into pits that shouldn’t have pits. Especially Afropunk--I can’t wait to bring my vibe there. Same energy I bring everywhere.
SILY: Have you gained a lot of new fans at festivals where you’re the genre outlier?
HF: Oh yeah, man, especially in this day and age. Back then, it was a little different. People were a little bit wary of it. Now, everybody is into everything. If you look at rap shows, they’re trying to be like punk rockers with mosh pits. It’s really no different.
SILY: Trap has mosh pits, but then there’s also emo rock rap like Lil Peep.
HF: XXX[Tentacion], Lil Uzi [Vert], and all them. They’re doing stuff I was doing when I was young. [laughs] I was just a little ahead of my time.
SILY: The rise of the Internet really allowed that to happen.
HF: It’s a gift and a curse. It’s open for everybody, so everybody thinks they’re a rapper and they can do music. The special feel of it has gone. Truly talented people don’t get heard. It’s just if someone makes an ear candy song. At the same time, people are able to express themselves and it makes everybody work harder to get heard.
SILY: And people who previously didn’t have an in or money can get heard.
HF: I was like, “Damn, man, I didn’t have these opportunities when I was young.” I had a crew, but I didn’t have YouTube or Instagram. It’s a gift right now.
SILY: Do you feel like you have to anticipate trends or what people are going to be doing so you can stand out?
HF: I just do my own thing. I don’t pay attention too much. I listen to music, and it inspires me, but as far as the waves go, I’m a little too old to know what’s up. By the time I hear a song, I’m like, “Oh, it’s a big song?” People got dances to it and everything, and I’m already late on it. [laughs]
SILY: How do you listen to music these days?
HF: Spotify playlists. I love YouTube. I like looking at old live shows. If you look at my Instagram stories, I call it homework. Looking at live shows from Queen, Bob Marley.
SILY: Have you heard anything lately that’s blown your mind?
HF: Lately, I’ve been into this band from Flint, Michigan, King 810. The song “Alpha & Omega”. It’s real dark and heavy. I don’t know if it’s old, but I jam that album. [Editor’s note: It’s from 2016.]
SILY: Are you a big metal fan?
HF: Oh yeah, I’m into metal. More punk rock, but I fall into metal because I love the metal sound. But I couldn’t tell you any new metal bands. I’m into old school metal. If you look at lineups, the old school cats still headlining.
SILY: I saw the Slayer farewell tour at the venue you’re playing here.
HF: Oh man. For throwback Thursday, I was gonna post a picture I had with Kerry King. It’s from back in 2012.
SILY: Sounds like I need to follow you on Instagram!
HF: I have tons of cool stuff there, especially with the lyrics I spit. I’m not political--I leave that up to everyone else. Everybody’s super political online and “woke”--I just like to be fun. [laughs]
SILY: Changing gears--does Houston still feel like home?
HF: Oh yeah, I was just there with some homies for 4-5 days. Went out to the club, partied hip hop style with bottles and stuff--shit I don’t normally do, but it was fun--I ain’t gon’ lie.
SILY: My girlfriend has family near Houston in Humble, and we go to the rodeo every year.
HF: The rodeo is fun, man! I haven’t been to it in a while. I remember when Destiny’s Child did shows there before they were super famous.
SILY: Increasingly, they’re booking a lot besides country. This past year, Cardi B broke the attendance record, before first Los Tigres del Norte and then George Strait broke it again.
HF: That’s crazy! They’ve been booking all kinds of acts now. And even if you look at country--look at Lil Nas X. Hip hop goin’ country. There’s another song going viral right now, a young black kid doing country with a trap kind of vibe.
SILY: Do you like “Old Town Road”?
HF: I love it. I hope he got another one, because it’s so good. It’s kind of hard to top it. [Editors note: Yes, it is.]
SILY: I loved Billy Ray Cyrus’s post-Billboard charts “Is this country enough for you now?” flex?
HF: [laughs] I get it. They probably looked at it and thought, “You’re making a parody of country.” But he’s really sticking with it.
Country already had some hip hop aspects to it, like Florida Georgia Line. I’m from Texas, so I know a little bit about old country, like “Mama Tried”. It’s cool to see the hip hop aspect of it.
SILY: Why did you change your name from Hyro Da Hero to Hyro The Hero?
HF: “D-A” was a little too hard--I always had to spell it out. People just said “The” anyway. So I thought I’d change it. Maybe some Mandela Effect type of way. But I didn’t realize I had so much stuff that said “Da,” so it messed up my merchandise. [laughs]
SILY: It’s probably really valuable!
HF: Yeah, and I have a lot of it.
SILY: Do you have any new music you’re thinking about or recording?
HF: I’ve been working on some dope stuff. I can’t really speak on it, but when people say it’s kind of hard to do the next album--this one might give Flagged Channel a run for its money. Some of these songs, I’m just so excited to do live.
SILY: Are you going to do any of them on upcoming shows?
HF: No, we haven’t learned them yet. A lot of them I don’t even know if they’ll make the album. I have a few for sure with some really cool people. Artists like me--I’m a rapper slash rocker, so I can move around with different bands and musicians and have an all-star cast.
SILY: And introduce people who haven’t met or worked with each other.
HF: Exactly. That’s what’s so dope about it.
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It’s Hopeless - Sebastian Stan Imagine
warnings: angst, fluff, Chris!Best Friend,
request: The reader is best friends with Chris, but in love with Sebastian. She goes to Chris for advice on how to let Seb know how she feels. - @ theimpossibleg1rl
words: 1700+
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“What the fuck are you doin’ here!” You ran towards your best friend at full speed, knowing he can take your impact easily.
“Chris! I missed you!” Your voice was muffled by the neck of his Cap suit.
Chris kissed your hair, holding it flat with his large palm. His arm was wrapped around your waist, keeping you lifted off the ground, and stuck in his arms.
“I missed you too, Honeypot.”
You had flown down to surprise Chris while he shot Civil War in Atlanta. He’d been moaning for months about how he was so bored and homesick that you decided to shut him up. For a little bit, at least.
Setting you back on Earth, he bared a grin when whilst holding you away from his body. He was looking for any change to your appearance since he’d last saw you, which was five months ago. A lot can happen in five months, and Chris was always so diligent in knowing every detail of your face and appearance. He could spot your hair cut an inch shorter, or you wore a new outfit. It was nice to have a best friend who took notice in the effort you put into looking presentable.
“Well, what are you fuckin’ doin’ here? When’d you get in?” Chris slung one arm over your shoulder and guided you towards the crafts table, where a selection of decorous food was lying.
“Lisa ringed me the other week beggin’ me to take spring vacation to come visit you! I guess I was the only one fit to shut up your whining and begging.” Chris chuckled and nodded in acknowledgment. He knew he had been on the, rather, complaining side in his tone for the last few months. He just missed his family so much. He missed seeing Miles, Lucy, and Noah. He missed not being able to go to his parent’s house on Thursdays for spaghetti dinner.
“Like always, she was right. You are the only human being beside her that could make me feel like I’m home with just your presence.”
You felt so much love for your best friend, and now you felt even more. He was so sweet and benevolent in nature. He’d been that way since the day you met him, 26 years ago. He was just a scrawny 9 years old, terrified to go down the slide on the playground. You were an adventurous 8-year-old and told Chris he could hold your hand while going down the slide together. He agreed and ever since then you two have held each other’s hands through the worst of times and the best of times.
“It can’t be! No way!” Booming from across the lot, you saw Mackie waving his hands frantically at you while jogging over. There had been a companion with him, a brunette you had only heard about before. The brunette didn’t join Mackie when he ran over to you, though. He just set foot in a slow pace walk, almost looking uneager to meet the mysterious best friend of Chris’.
Anthony pulled you into a big hug when he finally reached you and Chris, both pigging out at the table of goodies. “Big Mack! How goes it?”
He shrugged nonchalantly, “Not too bad. Livin’ good down in A.T.L., aren’t we Evans?”
“You are, Mr. Life of The Party.” Anthony gawked at Chris and slapped his shoulder. “Don’t try and pretend that you ain’t out at the clubs, talkin’ to the ladies, now. We don’t wanna be tellin’ lies to our friends now do we?” You giggled at shook your head, turning back towards the donuts.
You held a chocolate glazed one to your mouth when you heard an unfamiliar voice from behind.
“I wouldn’t if I were you. Those have been baking in the sun for a good fifteen hours.”
Sebastian had his blue eyes cast towards you, with a warm smile upon his lips. Chuckling nervously, you agreed and laid the donut back on the tray.
“Thank you. Wouldn’t have wanted to catch food poisoning my first day here.” Sebastian just broadened his grin that, swear to god, was twinkling in the sunlight. He stuck out his hand and you met him halfway.
“Sebastian.”
“Y/N. Chris’ best friend.”
Ever since that moment, you had been hooked to Sebastian Stan. Hopelessly, carelessly devoted to a man who didn’t even know you felt so much towards.
One Month Later
Lunch was always the best time to talk to Chris while he was shooting in Atlanta. Any other waking moment besides the hour he gets for lunch were spent in a costume or spent fast asleep in his bed.
He was starting to become suspicious of your actions as of late. You don’t blame him though, you were acting a little mentally unhinged. Since you were crashing at Chris’s he saw the weird quirks that were signs of your anxiety rising.
You would eat cereal in the middle of the night and forget to put away the milk. You slept in peculiar hours of the day, and awake at night during the strangest times. Your bed was always disheveled, which was odd since you were exactly like Chris; almost obsessive about having your home clean.
He’d tried poking you for an answer the other night over Chinese food but you held an iron front. The last thing you wanted him to know was that you were unhealthily attracted to Chris’s workmate, Sebastian Stan.
But it was becoming overwhelming, your crush on Sebastian. Every time you two would talk without Chris, edged you closer to the cliff that was asking him out. You hated the thought of it, even the idea of saying those words to him caused your stomach to clench and your cheeks to burn.
It was famously known that you were hopelessly terrible with men. It was almost embarrassing, the level of awkwardness you showed whenever you spoke to a guy you liked.
This time, if you were going to conquer your worst fear, you couldn’t take a chance on screwing it up with anxiety. Which leads us to the final route; You had to ask Chris for help.
“Y/N? Where’s your signature Friday burrito?” Chris’s voice caused you to almost jump out of your skin. Luckily, you pulled yourself together fast and held up a strong posterior.
“I um, forgot.”
Chris shook his head and plopped down on the leather couch next to you, “You aren’t yourself lately Peanut. What’s goin’ on? And don’t try to fool me, I’m an expert at you, ya know?”
He held a gentle smile. You felt him grasp your knee, as a gentle reminder he was there for you, no matter what.
“No, no… you’re right, I…I haven’t been myself lately because…I, um. Well-”
“Hey, hey come on Smalls… it’s me, I ain’t gonna judge.” You looked up at his warm features and took in a deep breath. I guess it’s now or never,
“I like your co-worker, Sebastian Stan but I didn’t want to tell you because I know that it makes it super awkward for you but I can’t help it and I need your help because I want to just jump off the cliff and tell him what do you think?”
You squeezed your eyes shut. You didn’t want to see the shock on his face.
“Seriously, I thought you were better than this!” Your heart plummeted into the dirt.
“I know, but I- he’s just so funny and kind and sweet I’m so sorry. I don’t want to make things awkward for you. I can pack up my stuff and head up north.” You went to stand but were pulled back down by a rough hand.
“Now hang on, I’m not talkin’ about that!”
“You’re not?” Chris looked exasperated. “No! I’m talkin’ about the fact you went haywire crazy over just some guy! What happened to the tomboy who kicked my ass in seventh grade in front of Samantha Webster?”
Your mouth resembled just a gaping hole. What the hell, he was mad because you weren’t being ‘feministiskt’ like before?
“Wait, you’re mad… because I was concerned about asking Sebastian out?”
Chris threw his hands in the air, “Yes!”
“Well it’s different, I really like him, Chris. I know that I shouldn’t be this concerned but I don’t want to fuck this up by making a fool out of myself.”
Chris’s features softened with your confession. Processing all of this he know that this was serious. You had never gotten crazy about a boy before.
Chris knew that you couldn’t talk to guys for shit. Unless they were a part of the Evans family, strangely. He grabbed your hand and held it gently, struggling to find the right words on how to help your debacle.
“You know that you are beautiful and funny, and kind and sweet and just an amazing person right?”
“Chris, I don’t want compliments-” “No, no. Hear me out. Sweetheart, you are an amazing, courageous, strong woman. You and Seb would make a fantastic couple. You don’t need me to guide you through this. Your heart knows what to do. Just ask him out! Seb is a simple guy, believe it or not. He would appreciate just a damn cup of coffee! You are wonderful and if he can’t see that, he’s a dumbass. Don’t let your anxiety hold you back from love. Go out and get that delicious man.”
You slapped your best friend‘s chest but followed it with a hug. The world looked blurry through your weepy eyes. Pulling away you sniffled and wiped away the gathering tears of love. Giggling, you nodded with a suddenly exhilarating determination.
Walking out of Chris’s trailer towards Sebastian’s, you paused for second, peaking back in Chris’s, “If things do not go well, can you pick up the required Ben and Jerry’s for me?”
Chris smiled softly at me, “Consider it done, Smalls.”
A/N: BAH! It’s been so long my dearies. But I’ve been working on this one for a while and I feel a bit rusty so apologies to the requester if this isn’t all that you thought it was cracked up to be! Please message me with any concerns with it, Sweets, I’m more than willing to edit it for you <3
THis could potentially have a part two, I’m not super sure but if you want one and actually read author notes let me know, lol. - R.xx
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Business & Pleasure
AMIR
It was Tuesday evening and just coming back from rehearsal for Santino’s. We were on a mission at the mall to find something for her for her first gig at the club on Saturday night. We literally went everywhere and still nothing. V stood in the middle of the last store and said “this is stupid. Babe, can we try again tomorrow?” I held her from the back and rested my chin on her head. “Yeah. But we got work on another song for the performance on Friday and Saturday.” We walked out, hand in hand and she said “ugh. I can already feel my anxiety comin’.” I rolled my eyes at her when we got to the car. We both got in and were off. Alicia Keys’ “Unthinkable” came on and V was singing along. I had my hand on her thigh and bopping my head to the beat. She held my arm as she lied her head on it with both of hers. She looked up with those damn eyes; I kissed her forehead and can feel her grip tighten. “Amir, I was wonderin’.” She stopped then started again. “In high school, at the last game, what did that one guy say to you?” “What guy, V?” She rested her chin on my shoulder. “That one football player you almost killed.” I looked at her shrugged. “Shit, that was so long ago.”
We got home, got in the studio and I just stared at my laptop while she sat beside me with her notebook for hours, gettin’ frustrated. “Amir, we got get something. RJ said we need some pop dancey shit.” I rubbed my face and said “ I know, V.” Veronica stood and paced the floor as I played with some keys. She came back and got the keyboard finding a beat. She stood and started humming something. V began cracking her neck as she was trying to concentrate. “You good, V?” She rubbed her temple and I took her wrist kissing it. “We can try early tomorrow morning. We don’t have to get something right now.” Veronica shook her head and said “Mir, we gotta come up with something by Thursday. Cassidy needs one more song for our performance.”
I heard sniffling and when I turned, she was breathing heavy and tears were falling. “I can’t do this, Amir.” I turned my chair and sat her in my lap. “Do what?” “If this is what being a performer is, then I can’t do it.” I wiped her tears and held her close. “I’m not letting you give up. I wouldn’t be a real man if I did let you. You think it’s easy making music? I remember when I got my first project. I had to create twelve beats for an artist in 48 hours. I was stressed out like a muthafucka but I did it in 24 hours. If I can do that then we, together, can make a track in in less and send them by Wednesday night.” I wiped her tears and gave her a kiss. “You think we can do it?” I nodded and said “hell ya. We got it, baby.” I rubbed her thigh and looked her in the eyes. “Veronica, I believe you will be big one day and we will get you up there with Bey and Rih, aight?” She chuckled and kissed me again. She pressed her forehead against mine and I said...
VERONICA
“I care about you, V.” I couldn’t help myself but kiss him while taking his shirt off. I took my own hoodie off, whining my hips into him. “I care about you, too, Amir.” He lift me off his hip to take my biker shorts off, take of his jeans completely while I took his dick out, stroking it and sitting on it. I eased on to it, beginning to bounce while he gripped for dear life. “MMM, baby. Keep doing that shit,” he said while groaning. I went faster as I took my bra off to feel his chest on mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and threw my head back. “Fuck. Amir. If you ever left babe..fuck. I swear I would lose it.” I said in between panting.
Amir said “me too baby. I’m not gonna leave. I’m staying right here. I’m not going anywhere. Shit.” I kissed his lips again and he started smacking my ass again. “Fuck, daddy. Promise you never leave again. Please promise” I asked in a sweet moan. He held me closer as he stood up and putting my back to a wall. “I promise. If I do leave, you’ll be right there beside me, baby.” His pace sped and strokes got deeper. “Look at that. You creamin’ all over that dick. Who making you do that huh.?”
“You are.” He put me back on the floor, turned me around and entered; he sped up. “I can’t hear you. Say that shit again.” He had my chest pressed up against the cold wall and y head yanked back, laying his shoulder. “You! Are! SHiiiiiiiiiit.” He started to kiss my neck and on my spot by my ear, making me soakin’ wet. “There you go, baby. Damn, girl. I’ll do anything for you. I’ll treat you better than you ever been treated. Anything you need, I got it baby. I’ll make you the best to ever hit the music industry.” Just his voice alone turned me but him saying things like that got me even more. After thirty more minutes of making love in the studio and finishing up in the bed, we lied there with my back against him and his arms wrapped around me. He had his face in my neck, kissing up to my ear. “Veronica, I don’t wanna hear anything else negative from you again, aight? I’m dead ass, too. You too good for all dat. I care about you too damn much for you to think anything negative. So that ends now. Aight. I’m not goin’ anywhere.” “Fine. Okay, Amir.” I pressed my back against him more and kissed his lips. He started to put his tongue in my mouth as I flatten my back on to the bed with him hovering me. “Babe, we gotta wake up early to record.” He said, with a pouted lip, “just the tip.” I smacked him playfully and said “BWOY!”
AMIR
I woke up the next morning to see V wide awake in a burgundy sweat shirt, hair braided with her headphones, notebook between us and my MacBook on her lap. I sat up, put my arm around her neck, kissed her head and said “good morning, baby.” She took her headphones off and said “good morning.”
“What you doin’ up, girl. It’s six am.” She took the headphones out and the beat we started on last night started playing but it was finished and touched up. I nodded to the beat and looked at V. “What you think? I decided to finish in time to record whenever you got up.” I got out of bed and to our dresser to put on some grey sweat suit. I took her hand with macbook and her notebook, leading her to the studio. “It’s perfect. Now, get yo cute ass in there so we can get this song done.”; in five hours were editing, adding back up vocals and done.
Nobody ever love me, quite like you
Your love is like
I got a real good dude and he loves me a lot
And ain't no other man is gonna take his spot
And I, I'm so happy you're mine
So I'm a love you love time
Let me love, let me love you time
Let me love, let me love you long time
So let me love, let me love you long time
Let me love, let me love you long time
Let me love, let me love you time
Let me love, let me love you long time
So let me love, let me love you long time
Let me love, let me love you long time
I never knew someone like you, oh no
And I never felt the way I do before, before, before
I don't wanna loose ya
What if I misuse ya
If you ever left
Babe I swear I would lose it
Maybe I should cool it
I know I'm acting kinda foolish
Nobody ever love me, quite like you
I got a real good dude and he loves me a lot
And ain't no other man is gonna take his spot
And I, I'm so happy you're mine
So I'm a love you love time
Let me love, let me love you time
Let me love, let me love you long time
So let me love, let me love you long time
Let me love, let me love you long time
Let me love, let me love you time
Let me love, let me love you long time
So let me love, let me love you long time
Let me love, let me love you long time
This is the sweetest thing I know, for sure
And you, you give me reason, reason to hold on, hold, hold on
I don't wanna loose ya
What if I misuse ya
If you ever left
Babe I swear I would lose it
Maybe I should cool it
I know I'm acting kinda foolish
Nobody ever love me, quite like you
I got a real good dude and he loves me a lot
And ain't no other man is gonna take his spot
And I, I'm so happy you're mine
So I'm a love you love time
Let me love, let me love you time
Let me love, let me love you long time
So let me love, let me love you long time
Let me love, let me love you long time
Let me love, let me love you time
Let me love, let me love you long time
So let me love, let me love you long time
Let me love, let me love you long time
We were listenin’ to the final cut as she sat in my lap and singing to me. “I told we can do it. Now, let’s send it to Cassidy so can get our routines done.” V planned on performing “Sorry Not Sorry”, “Love You Long Time” then to slow things down “Say It Again.” We got up and made our way to get dressed to get to Cassidy’s studio. She wore a biker set body suit and a white tee crop top while I threw on a white tee and black basketball short and we were matching high top converse. She had to bring a pair of heels with her to rehearse in. When we got there we saw a whole dance crew of men and women, Cassidy and two other females with “Say It Again” playing in the background; Demi, Gabi and Jazz walked in behind us.
VERONICA
The woman on the left was brown skin with big curly hair and the one on the right a light skin and waves. Cassidy whole team were wearing pride colors and all. “Hey, y’all” Cassidy said after taking a sip of water. Amir looked at everyone and said “what’s going on.?” Cassidy smiled and said “well since you are performing at one of the biggest clubs in Florida, V, I called in some help. All my best dancers that have worked from artists like, Flo Rida, RiHanna and Bey are here. Also, I called me girls to assist you with anything and everything you would possibly need.” She walked up to us with her heels clicking. “So no more struggling with finding ‘fits or trying to do your hair. When you start becoming a celebrity, you won’t have the time. Good start practicing now.” She held my shoulder under her arm and took Amir’s arm as we walked to the group.
Cassidy then said “Veronica, Amir, this is my styling dream team. Charlie Stone is one of the best stylist I have worked with. She has done work for multiple fashion shows in the underground fashion scene. She might be your celeb stylist one day” Charlie smiled at us and had a cute gap between her teeth like a British model. She wore a pair of latex pants, a white bustier top and white platform sneakers with a leather cap When she held her hand out, she an almond shaped french tip manicure. “Hi. I can’t wait to start working with you.” I shook her hand and agreed. Cassidy said “and this right here is the best make up and hair artist. When ever I have a huge event or a party to perform at she is the first one I call. Bonnie Cruz.” Bonnie wore a huge bomber jacket with a jean dress and nude Louboutin heels with her waves tucked behind her ears. “Hi, Veronica. Nice to meet you.”
Amir looked at them and asked Cassidy “so what did you have in mind for V as in the performance?” Cassidy looked at Amir and then at myself. “Well, V is gonna be singing and dancing.” My eyes grew big and I said “huh”. Cassidy laughed and nudged my arm.
“You are gonna be performing all while singing.”
“C, how in the lovely fuck am I gonna do that?”
Cassidy started to explain. “Girl, it’s not hard. The dances I’ve made aren’t bad. You’ll be able to control your breathing and sing all at the same time.” She looked to her dance team as she stood beside them. Amir, Charlie, Bonnie and my back up singers stood to the side as “Sorry, Not Sorry” played. “Alright team, just like we rehearsed. Five, six, five, six seven eight.” They started and when I tell you this dance looked hard as hell. Amir and I looked at each other and I can tell what he was thinking.
“V, you think you got it?”
“I hope.”
AMIR
I looked down at her as she watched everyone and I can tell she was overwhelmed. I held her hand and brought her in closer. “Baby, you’ll be fine.” I grabbed her shoes and took her sneakers off to switch into her heels. The dance ended and Cassidy asked V “ok, V. So for right now while you watch, you’re gonna be jumping up to the beat and singing with the girls over here.” V looked at her and said “how can I do all this with mic with a cord on it.” Cassidy shook her head chuckled. “V, I talked to RJ and she said that you will provided with a headset microphone. I would not being doing all this if you had a cord microphone. Trust me, girl.”
HOURS LATER
"Okay, y’all take ten”, Cassidy said as the team went to their breaks. Veronica finally jumped in and got it down but she was exhausted. She came to my side on the mirror with beads of sweat coming down her face and her white shirt was see through because of all the sweat and tears. “You good, V”, I asked with a laugh and she smacked my arms. “This ain’t funny, Amir. I’m tired as hell. I can’t do it. And you not making me change my mind.” Before I can talk, she went up to Cassidy to ask where the bathroom was; she started walking and closed the door behind her. I went to Cassidy and said “go ahead and do another round with the team. I gotta talk to V.” She nodded and watched me go to the bathroom. V was looking at the mirror, I locked the door and turned to see me. “Bumbaclat! Amir, you scared the fuck outta me boy.” She sat on the sink counter and looked me in the face. My arms were folded and brow raised. “What”, she asked.
I walked up to her and asked “what did I say about being negative, V?” She looked me in the face and shook her head. “Words, V.” She looked me up and down and said “I don’t remember. Maybe, you can refresh my memory.” I spread her lips with mine and our tongues tackled one another. “Get up and take that suit off.” I told her as I took my self out my underwear; stroking it. I leaned against the stall and saw her eyes waiting on me to give her another command. “Play with that pussy for me, V. Make sure she get nice and wet for this dick.” She started rubbing her clit and grinding into her hand while looking at me. She sat back on the counter wit her legs wide open and heels on each side so I can get a clear view. I stroked my self harder watching her.
“Like this, daddy?”
“Yeah, baby. Just like that. Keep doing that shit.”
“I wish I can have your dick right now. I wanna cream all over it and suck it all off, clean.
“Nah, only women who don’t give up and act like big girls get dicked down. Are you gonna be positive, baby?”
She nodded and said “yes,daddy. Please?” I walked over to the counter and grabbed her ankles, pulled them closer to me and entered her pink folds, slowly. “Tell me you gonna stop being negative.”
“I won’t be negative anymore. I promise.” I sped up and said “fuck. Say it again.”
“I promise. I’ll only be positive.”
“No more negative vibes, right?”
“No more, Amir. I swear.”
“You gonna be a champ, right?”
“Yes.”
I sped up. “Nah, I can’t hear you. You gonna be a champ, RIGHT?!”
“Fuck. YESSSS. I’m gonna come.”
“Fa real?”
“Yesssss.” She began rubbing her clit but then..
“Wait, what are you doing” she asked as I put my dick back in my pants and zipping up. I looked her in the face and said “if you can go all day with out being negative as fuck, I might let you come when we get home. Deal?” I held out my hand and she looked at it confused but yet she looked amused with a smirk on her face. “Deal.” She shook my hand and I left the room as she got dressed. I leaned back on the mirror and watched her come back, standing next to C and the singers watching them. “You ready, V?” She had her eyes on me and said “ready”. The song started and V had her cordless mic in hand singing and dancing. No shaky breath found and her confidence sky high. She did one move were she bounces up and down as she turns to the audience; she winked at me and smiled.
Rehearsal was over, Bonnie and Charlie exchanged numbers with V and we were back our crib. She went straight to the bathroom and began the water. I sat on the bed, unlacing my shoes and getting comfortable. “You did great today, baby. You should have shit down packed by Saturday.” The room was silent then I heard “oh, Amirrrrrrrrr.” I looked up and saw Veronica, butt ass naked standing in the doorway.
“I believe I didn’t complain for the whole day, right?”
“Yeah, no complaints”, I watched her every move.
She walked, stood over me and asked “so are you coming or not”. She took my hand and lead me to the bathroom. “Shit, we gonna be coming soon.” We closed the door to enjoy our wet fun.
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Are you going to laugh or cry this weekend? Your call!
Whichever way you’re leaning there’s quite a few options if you’d like some chuckles over the next few days.
If you feel like driving to the suburbs, a few locals are involved with the Penguin’s Local Comedy Showcase tomorrow night (Thursday, Jan. 17th) in Cedar Rapids at 8pm. These guys are funny and that place is pretty neat.
If you’d rather stay local and grab a stellar hamberder, head to Boozie’s tomorrow night around 8 for yumz and lolz.
I think Shakespeare is hilarious but that’s my issue. However, the Prenzie Players are putting on their adaptation of MacBeth starting Friday and even though that particular show is sold out, other dates are available if you take a look at the picture above. I’m mentioning it because I feel like these people put on extremely complicated and well-put-together plays extremely quickly and it just seems really wacky to me, like, how are they doing that? Either way, go check it out. Apparently there’s on-stage ass-kickings so why would you risk missing that?
Also if for some super-unfortunate reason you find yourself in West Liberty, IA on Friday night, don’t end it all. Instead go see the psychic medium at the Liberty Social Club. Honestly what the fuck else are you going to do?
Although I fully understand that a person in a robe holding crystals telling you what is going to happen to you next takes away a lot of the stress of living life intentionally.
Oh, late night Friday try to catch these people:
If you’d like to seize your own destiny on Saturday, check these out:
Jello Shot Twister? Uh, ‘nuff said. Giddy-up! 🤠
If you wander over to Marion instead, there will be quite a stacked showcase of funny-makers led by Ms. Butterfly. You may or may not be familiar with one or more of these people but either way, worth checking out if you are in Marion, IA on a Friday night. It’s going to be too cold for cowtipping!
Show Us Your Pokeballs Comedy Troup is back from thier first convention of the year and they are ready to party with the nice folks of Ottumwa.
“Where’s that?”
Google it! I don’t actually know.
“Aren’t you from here?!”
Yeah. Davenport, not Ottumwa. I didn’t even venture into Bettendorf until, like, 3 or 4 years ago, because, why?
Also if you like rescuing pets and magic David Casas is doin’ a thing:
And Sunday night a real big-timer is in town with support from locals so see you there:
Read the latest issue of the Gold Coast Amanac:
https://issuu.com/laurenwood9/docs/gold_coast_almanac_january_2019
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2020 MTV VMA Nominations: Full List – WWD
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MTV revealed the nominees for its 2020 Video Music Awards on Thursday, with Lady Gaga and Ariana Grande grabbing the most nominations with nine in total thanks in large part to their collaboration, “Rain on Me.”
The 2020 VMAs will take place on Aug. 30 and will be hosted at New York City’s Barclays Center. The awards show will feature multiple performances filmed at several iconic locations across the city’s five boroughs.
Starting today, fans can cast their votes for each category through MTV’s web site until Aug. 23. This year’s nominations include two new categories introduced because of the coronavirus pandemic: “Best Music Video From Home” and “Best Quarantine Performance.”
Read on to see the full list of nominees for the 2020 MTV VMAs.
Video of the Year
Billie Eilish – “Everything I Wanted”
Eminem ft. Juice Wrld – “Godzilla”
Future ft. Drake – “Life Is Good”
Lady Gaga with Ariana Grande – “Rain on Me”
Taylor Swift – “The Man”
The Weeknd – “Blinding Lights”
Artist of the Year
DaBaby
Justin Bieber
Lady Gaga
Megan Thee Stallion
Post Malone
The Weeknd
Song of the Year
Billie Eilish – “Everything I Wanted”
Doja Cat – “Say So”
Lady Gaga with Ariana Grande – “Rain on Me”
Megan Thee Stallion – “Savage”
Post Malone – “Circles”
Roddy Ricch – “The Box”
Best Collaboration
Ariana Grande and Justin Bieber – “Stuck With U”
Black Eyed Peas ft. J Balvin – “RITMO (Bad Boys for Life)”
Ed Sheeran ft. Khalid – “Beautiful People”
Future ft. Drake – “Life Is Good”
Karol G ft. Nicki Minaj – “Tusa”
Lady Gaga with Ariana Grande – “Rain on Me”
Push Best New Artist
Doja Cat
Jack Harlow
Lewis Capaldi
Roddy Ricch
Tate McRae
YungBlud
Best Pop
BTS – “On”
Halsey – “You Should Be Sad”
Jonas Brothers – “What a Man Gotta Do”
Justin Bieber ft. Quavo – “Intentions”
Lady Gaga with Ariana Grande – “Rain on Me”
Taylor Swift – “Lover”
Best Hip-Hop
DaBaby – “Bop”
Eminem ft. Juice Wrld – “Godzilla”
Future ft. Drake – “Life Is Good”
Megan Thee Stallion – “Savage”
Roddy Ricch – “The Box”
Travis Scott – “Highest in the Room”
Best Rock
Blink-182 – “Happy Days”
Coldplay – “Orphans”
Evanescence – “Wasted on You”
Fall Out Boy ft. Wyclef Jean – “Dear Future Self (Hands Up)”
Green Day – “Oh Yeah!”
The Killers – “Caution”
Best Alternative
The 1975 – “If You’re Too Shy (Let Me Know)”
All Time Low – “Some Kind of Disaster”
FINNEAS – “Let’s Fall in Love for the Night”
Lana Del Rey – “Doin’ Time”
Machine Gun Kelly – “Bloody Valentine”
twenty one pilots – ��Level of Concern”
Best Latin
Anuel AA ft. Daddy Yankee, Ozuna, Karol G and J Balvin – “China”
Bad Bunny – “Yo Perreo Sola”
Black Eyed Peas ft. Ozuna and J. Rey Soul – “Mamacita”
J Balvin – “Amarillo”
Karol G ft. Nicki Minaj – “Tusa”
Maluma ft. J Balvin – “Qué Pena”
Best R&B
Alicia Keys – “Underdog”
Chloe x Halle – “Do It”
H.E.R. ft. YG – “Slide”
Khalid ft. Summer Walker – “Eleven”
Lizzo – “Cuz I Love You”
The Weeknd – “Blinding Lights”
Best K-Pop
(G)I-DLE – “Oh My God”
BTS – “On”
EXO – “Obsession”
Monsta X – “Someone’s Someone”
Tomorrow X Together – “9 and Three Quarters (Run Away)”
Red Velvet – “Psycho”
Video for Good
Anderson .Paak – “Lockdown”
Billie Eilish – “All the Good Girls Go to Hell”
Demi Lovato – “I Love Me”
H.E.R. – ”I Can’t Breathe”
Lil Baby – “The Bigger Picture”
Taylor Swift – “The Man”
Best Music Video from Home
5 Seconds of Summer – “Wildflower”
Ariana Grande and Justin Bieber – “Stuck With U”
Blink-182 – “Happy Days”
Drake – “Toosie Slide”
John Legend – “Bigger Love”
Twenty One Pilots – “Level of Concern”
Best Quarantine Performance
Chloe & Halle – “Do It” from MTV’s Prom-athon
CNCO – Unplugged at Home
DJ D-Nice – Club MTV presents #DanceTogether
John Legend – #togetherathome Concert Series
Lady Gaga – “Smile” from One World: Together at Home
Post Malone – Nirvana Tribute
Best Direction
Billie Eilish – “Xanny” (Directed by Billie Eilish)
Doja Cat – “Say So” (Directed by Hannah Lux Davis)
Dua Lipa – “Don’t Start Now” (Directed by Nabil)
Harry Styles – “Adore You” (Directed by Dave Meyers)
Taylor Swift – “The Man” (Directed by Taylor Swift)
The Weeknd – “Blinding Lights” (Directed by Anton Tammi)
Best Cinematography
5 Seconds of Summer – “Old Me” (Cinematography by Kieran Fowler)
Camila Cabello ft. DaBaby – “My Oh My” (Cinematography by Dave Meyers)
Billie Eilish – “All the Good Girls Go to Hell” (Cinematography by Christopher Probst)
Katy Perry – “Harleys in Hawaii” (Cinematography by Arnau Valls)
Lady Gaga with Ariana Grande – “Rain on Me” (Cinematography by Thomas Kloss)
The Weeknd – “Blinding Lights” (Cinematography by Oliver Millar)
Best Art Direction
A$AP Rocky – “Babushka Boi” (Art direction by A$AP Rocky and Nadia Lee Cohen)
Dua Lipa – “Physical” (Art direction by Anna Colomé Nogu ́)
Harry Styles – “Adore You” (Art direction by Laura Ellis Cricks)
Miley Cyrus – “Mother’s Daughter” (Art direction by Christian Stone)
Selena Gomez – “Boyfriend” (Art direction by Tatiana Van Sauter)
Taylor Swift – “Lover” (Art direction by Ethan Tobman)
Best Visual Effects
Billie Eilish – “All the Good Girls Go to Hell” (Visual effects by Drive Studios)
Demi Lovato – “I Love Me” (Visual effects by Hoody FX)
Dua Lipa – “Physical” (Visual effects by EIGHTY4)
Harry Styles – “Adore You” (Visual effects by Mathematic)
Lady Gaga with Ariana Grande – “Rain on Me” (Visual effects by Ingenuity Studios)
Travis Scott – “Highest in the Room” (Visual effects by ArtJail, Scissor Films and Frender)
Best Choreography
BTS – “On” (Choreography by Son Sung Deuk, Lee Ga Hun and Lee Byung Eun)
CNCO and Natti Natasha – “Honey Boo” (Choreography by Kyle Hanagami)
DaBaby – “Bop” (Choreography by Dani Leigh and Cherry)
Dua Lipa – “Physical” (Choreography by Charm La’Donna)
Lady Gaga with Ariana Grande – “Rain on Me” (Choreography by Richy Jackson)
Normani – “Motivation” (Choreography by Sean Bankhead)
Best Editing
Halsey – “Graveyard” (Edited by Emilie Aubry, Janne Vartia and Tim Montana)
James Blake – “Can’t Believe the Way We Flow” (Edited by Frank Lebon)
Lizzo – “Good as Hell” (Edited by Russell Santos and Sofia Kerpan)
Miley Cyrus – “Mother’s Daughter” (Edited by Alexandre Moors and Nuno Xico)
Rosalía – “A Palé” (Edited by Andre Jones)
The Weeknd – “Blinding Lights” (Edited by Janne Vartia and Tim Montana)
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January 3rd, 2019 CTP Archive
The archive for the Comic Tea Party chat that occurred on January 3rd, 2019, from 5PM - 7PM PST. The chat focused on Princess Pups by Lindsay Hornsby.
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RebelVampire
COMIC TEA PARTY- THURSDAY BOOK CLUB START!
Good evening, everyone~! This week’s Thursday Book Club is officially beginning! Today we are discussing Princess Pups by Lindsay Hornsby~! (https://tapas.io/series/Princess-Pups)
Remember that Thursday discussions are completely freeform! However, every 30 minutes I will drop in OPTIONAL discussion questions in case you’d like a bit of a prompt. If you miss out on one of these prompts, you can find them pinned for the chat’s duration. Additionally, remember that while constructive criticism is allowed, our focus is fun and respectfully appreciating the comic. All that said, let’s begin!
QUESTION 1. What is your favorite strip in the comic so far and why?
one strip i really enjoyed myself was this one https://tapas.io/episode/295876 where the pups are having a debate. partly just cause of how quickly the debate devolved, and partly cause i loved how cute it was that the judging pups got to have cake and cookies and were basically the ultimate winners.
although my all time favorite is definitely the valentines strip https://tapas.io/episode/284778. this one just hurt my heart with the cuteness and i think sends such a positive message about how maybe the jerks around us also just didnt get their own valentines and are lashing out in jealousy. and i love the princess pups for putting kindness before revenge.
in terms of comedy, to lighten things up from that last one, there's also this strip https://tapas.io/episode/812585 that i enjoyed. partly cause i always love Pug Pups shenanigans of just basically wanting to eat anything and everything. but also because i like the irony that nope the eclipse was just a giant cookie thing in the sky. although maybe theyll figure it out when it takes a while to disappear
L Hornsby
Hiya, I draw Princess Pups and I'm glad you like it @RebelVampire !
RebelVampire
thank you for coming, @L Hornsby ~!
related to pug pup https://tapas.io/episode/499353 i super loved pug pups idea of a horror story is that the fridge is empty. XD but another good strip just cause they once again didnt scorn the ghost. just said come on ghost, join our party. which i mean is a sign theyre great party throwers cause basically anyone is a potential guest.
L Hornsby
They especially love having a party with someone else who enjoys candy
(even if they are a ghost)
RebelVampire
which now made me overthink wondering if the ghost cant actually eat it and it just passes through them. XD although i doubt pug pup would complain about that. can just follow the trail and eat all those candies
L Hornsby
The ghost probably enjoys at least being around candies and cookies I hadn't considered if it could eat it though. Makes me think about Slimer from GhostBusters going after a buffet
RebelVampire
lol. mysteries for another day probably. more important they have a good, fun experience
L Hornsby
Yeah!
RebelVampire
https://tapas.io/episode/266696 another strip i thought was hilarious. the princess pups making all these elaborate plans to get their food back. meanwhile the cats basically self sabotage by beating each other up and having a slap fight. which tbf is very accurate to cats since they dont like food competition XD
L Hornsby
The Commando Cats sometimes work together, but usually don't
RebelVampire
wait theyre called the commando cats? XD thats great
L Hornsby
Yeah Since the Pups don't talk, it doesn't get brought up in the comics unless I'm putting a note under the comic
I wanted something sort of opposite of "Princess Pups" but with cats and I also wanted them to wear hats instead of crowns
RebelVampire
i do enjoy their hats
QUESTION 2. Which of the Princess Pups is your favorite insofar? What about this pup makes you like them? Of the strips so far, what has been your favorite story to have this pup in it? What about their role in the strip made it enjoyable for you? In regards to your favorite pup, which pup do you love to see them interact with and why? What pup(s) do you feel your favorite should interact with more? Lastly, are there any minor recurring characters you enjoy seeing? Who are they and what about them do you like?
despite where my answers may have lead one to believe, my favorite pup is actually Scruffy Pup. I love her overall design and how it suits her messy personality in general, to start with. I especially just love her eyes though. Sometimes about them just makes her have the cutest facial expressions to me. As far as strips with her in it, I really liked Goat World https://tapas.io/episode/516356. partly cause i enjoyed just how plain enthusiastic she was about going to goat world. things go awry, and in the end the goats that she loved betrayed her by trying to eat all her stuff. which i mean is sad, but also hilarious just cause goats just be doin goat things.
as for interactions, im not sure i really have a preference. although i would like to see scruffy pup and pug pup interact more in the future. cause pug pup is my 2nd favorite and i feel the messiest pup + the eatiest pup could result in the best of pup shenanigans
L Hornsby
I drew Goat World due to a visit to a petting zoo where the goats kept trying to take my map, my backpack, and a piece of thread from my shirt
Scruffy Pup and Pug Pup definitely are the messiest and hungriest of the pups for sure though!
RebelVampire
lol omg. that sounds like quite the experience and reminds me why i dont really go to petting zoos
since pug pup is my second favorite, i will also answer these questions for pug pup. i really enjoy pug pup because she basically the most chill. like that whole pizza party story arch. pug pup didnt care what was on the pizza. she just wanted to eat it. and i think that makes her adorable. her immense single minded focus. i dont really have a fave strip in this case cause i generally like all of pug pup's roles in any strips. i think in general she alone provides a ton of the comedy moments for the comic. XD
in terms of minor characters, i love the commando cats. partly out of my biased love for cats, but i also just love both their cute hats and the fact that theyre super cat like in how they react. like theyre the antagonists more by cat nature rather than this over the top manner you usually see in things.
L Hornsby
They're a mix of a few cats I've had growing up / currently. Cats can be really grumpy and fight each other, but can also be cuddle friends, but then go back to smacking each other XD
RebelVampire
yes that is definitely accurate to cats
mathtans
Hello dere. Only had a chance to read the origin so far this week, but wanted to say I'm impressed at how much gets conveyed without dialogue balloons.
L Hornsby
Pug Pup might be one of my most favorite to draw, but also least favorite because sometimes I forget to color her mouth markings, and I feel silly when that happens
mathtans
Also, I love the term "cloud meeples".
L Hornsby
Thanks @mathtans ! The comic I'd been doing previous to Princess Pups involved a very chatty six year old, so I wanted to try to keep this one very pantomime
RebelVampire
speaking of hte origin story, i love teacup pup had to have official princess pup papers that fluff pup scrutinized thoroughly XD
mathtans
Scanning the backlog here. Yep, that seems accurate to cats, though I admit I'm a cat person.
Teacup pup is precious. Vacuum sucks.
I'm reading through more now. I wonder if they make the charts themselves, or use the wands to do it.
RebelVampire
i actually wondered if the vacuum was accurate to dogs. like i know cats consider them their mortal enemies. but ive never owned a dog to know if they too fear the monster vacuum(edited)
L Hornsby
Sometimes they make things by hand (paw), sometimes TeaCup Pup will use Magics
Oh man, my dog can't stand the vacuum. My dog growing up couldn't stand it either.
King Vacuum is based on this awful vacuum my mom had when I was a kid that weighed probably 50 pounds and was super annoying to use. It was called a Kirby Vacuum (not as cool as Kirby from Kirby's Dream Land)
mathtans
Maybe in the sequel they fight a roomba.
L Hornsby
https://i.ebayimg.com/00/s/NDAwWDMwMA==/z/u4IAAOSwxH1UB0PB/$_35.JPG?set_id=2 this is totally that vacuum
mathtans
Reminds me of the vacuum from "littlest toaster" for some reason.
RebelVampire
we still have a kirby vacuum in my house. XD it is very annoying to use and i support it being the ultimate vacuum enemy
mathtans
"Magic" is too funny.
RebelVampire
as in the strip, math?
cause if you mean the strip, i do wonder how long it was before corgi pup noticed the tail XD
mathtans
The strip I got to, yes. Very "bunny".
OMG, all the feels for that Valentine one, you're right Rebel.
RebelVampire
QUESTION 3. The strips offer a lot of variety in terms of set-up. Which of the strips did you feel was most relatable as far as the behavior of dogs go? What about that strip makes it this way to you? Of all the strips, which strip played out in a way that you didn’t expect and potentially made you laugh or aww at it? Why did it catch you off guard, and what made the twist likeable? Many of the strips also have positive messages within them. Which strip left the most impact on you in terms of endearment or positive messages behind it? What about the strip left this impact?
next time the pups face a vacuum they can join forces with the commando cats. and together they can win against the roomba army.
mathtans
I don't know much about dog behaviour. I had a newspaper route for 7 years and got bitten once, so mostly I avoid them.
L Hornsby
That's too bad
mathtans
It would be interesting to see the dogs and cats against a common enemy.
L Hornsby
That's true.
mathtans
I didn't expect the 'piff' into the cloud at the bottom of the slide, that was amusing.
RebelVampire
https://tapas.io/episode/334958 that was probably the strip i found probably reflected dog behavior the most. also qualifies as one where i didnt expect the twist. i legit thought they were gonna make a nice garden.
and then they didnt
although poor scruffy pup
missed out on dirt rolling
mathtans
Dog gonnit.
RebelVampire
oh no the puns have begun XD
L Hornsby
If the Princess Pups did more than just bark and make dog noises, there would be A Lot More Puns
RebelVampire
they can just write a dog pun book
send the commando cats a free copy
mathtans
The "silent movie" aspect is pretty cool though.
RebelVampire
yeah i think it works well cause theyre all very expressive and the scenarios have that right blend of simplicity where the stories are always understandable and relateable
mathtans
Actually, if it counts, some of the author comments at the end give me unexpected laughs too. (How DO they get a pool in the clouds?)
Yeah, expressions are great. Some of the posing in particular is fun to read.
RebelVampire
ya know im not gonna question a pool in the clouds cause tbh the beginning made me wonder if they were in doggie heaven since cloud imagery usually equals heaven XD
so i will always be thankful its not
and they just live in the clouds
L Hornsby
LOL oh no, I hadn't thought of that
mathtans
Pug Pup seems so amusingly clueless. Might be my fave, which is weird, because I'm not a fan of the wrinkly look in real life.
I was wondering if they were angels or something initially too. Like would they be visiting earth and seeing humans or something.
L Hornsby
Nah, they just live in the clouds and occasionally slide down rainbows to visit the ground
mathtans
Now alien meeples. Meeples is the best word.
L Hornsby
It really is!
RebelVampire
im glad im not the only one who thought the dead angel thing. XD cause that would be a morbid start.
mathtans
Constantly amazed at how much gets conveyed without dialogue in these strips. So good.
Like the no cookie stuff in the space sequence.
Or the ghost encounter and telling stories.
RebelVampire
this is another strip i think had a twist in that i overguessed. https://tapas.io/episode/616509 cause when the dinosaur leg went missing i was like "nah it couldnt be this is gonna be some doggie profiling." but then nope, it was my favorite pup being super obvious about it. which also surprised me cause totally thought pug pup would be the bone thief if it was anyone.
mathtans
Or for that matter, Santa and the goat.
Heh, nice parody of the venus oyster shell painting in that one.
RebelVampire
i questioned corgi pup's choice of gift. i wasnt sure if scruffy pup would still even like goats after the goat world incident XD
and then the goat tried to eat scruffy pup, the nightmares relived O_O
mathtans
I like the one just before that, with the fly needing it's own book. Would not have called that.
Goats are tricky. Like elves.
L Hornsby
Corgi Pup assumed that Scruffy Pup's love of goats hadn't wavered after such and experience at Goat World. But Corgi Pup probably should have examined closer to see that it was a Baby Krampus she was buying instead
RebelVampire
i did like the fly needing its own book. also made me aww just cause i love when the pups are being precious like that and putting kindness first. truly model princesses
mathtans
I hate getting a krampus in my legus.
RebelVampire
at least santa saved the day
mathtans
Yis, very precious attitudes.
RebelVampire
another strip i loved that had a twist was https://tapas.io/episode/833602
like i assumed pug pup would defy the odds and catch something
did not expect it to be scruffy pup XD
and those looks of surprise are priceless XD
mathtans
I'm learning about pineapples.
RebelVampire
haha
i thought it was super lucky teacup pup was the one to get the pineapple
so she could cheat and use the wand
cause idk how the other pups wouldve managed XD
QUESTION 4. The Princess Pups have met with two other pup groups: the CowPoke Pups and the Space Pups. Which of these other groups interested you the most and why? Whether your favorite group, which about each story line did you like? What other groups do you think the Princess Pups might meet? In terms of future stories, do you think we will see the CowPoke Pups or Space Pups again? If so, in what manner might we see them? In general, what shenanigans do you think the Princess Pups will get up to in the future?
i liked both groups, but i think im gonna side with the space pups just cause they had fun things like the ability to turn off gravity. and no gravity makes for some fun parties where you can do lots and lots of things.
mathtans
Huh, I don't think I even clued in that she was the only one with a wand.
RebelVampire
yes it was her prize for defeating king vacuum and being the brave one
mathtans
Space Pups also had alien meeples.
Rebel - I thought it was just her official graduation gift or something, like the others had them in reserve without occasion to use them.
L Hornsby
Oh man, I looked up so many images of Pineapples and how they grow for that Pizza Party story
mathtans
I was wondering how much research was necessary. Ever decide, 'heck with it, they're getting broccoli'?
L Hornsby
TeaCup Pup was passed the mantle of holding The Wand by Fluf Pup after the origin story @mathtans
How DOES broccoli grow?
mathtans
I thought it was just heads in the ground like cauliflower but now I'm not sure. O.o
L Hornsby
It grows up and is quite green lol
still has leafy things around it like the Pineapples
mathtans
Still reading during the chat. I like how the unconventional topping of a cupcake helped save the day.
L Hornsby
I did like drawing the Alien Meeples a lot
RebelVampire
broccoli is a weird looking plant ill say. although would probably have been easier than pineapple. but then again idk how many pups would want broccoli on the pizza. not that i think pug pup would complain. i just assume pug pup will eat anything edible. maybe some not edible things
i really liked in the cowpoke pups storyline where they had to catch up to a moving train and jump on. it felt very epically western and made me admire how cool and brave the pups are.
mathtans
Yeah, pug doesn't seem too fussy.
Also, the Space Pups returned to create an eclipse, that was an unexpected guest starring role.
L Hornsby
The Solar Eclipse in 2017 was sooooooo cool! And it totally looked like a giant sandwich cookie to me
RebelVampire
its kind of a shame the space pups didnt invite the princess pups again to eat the sandwich cookie
i kind of hope we see the space pups again as the call the princess pups needing help on a space mission
ultimate space adventure
L Hornsby
They'll probably show up again
mathtans
I kinda remember that eclipse, aye.
Hm, are there also pups that live in the sea? Mer-Pups?
L Hornsby
The Space Pups are based on my dog Hannah and her brother Walter. We adopted Hannah and someone else adopted Walter a few days later
There might be Mer-Pups?
RebelVampire
omg
i totally support mer pups
that would adorable
and cool undersea parties can be had
with colorful coral
L Hornsby
The Pups might end up going back in time first. I'm a sucker for drawing dinosaurs
mathtans
Oooh, time travel is always fun. Hopefully they don't go for the bones of the live dinosaurs.
I've reached the Go West part.
RebelVampire
that also sounds awesome. can just picture them running from the trex. then making friends. all sitting around having cookies together
L Hornsby
Prehistoric cookies
or maybe just dinosaur shaped ones
RebelVampire
thatd also be cute. endear the dinosaurs to them by making cookie self portraits.
i wonder if there are secret agent pups
who go around everywhere wearing sunglasses
L Hornsby
maybe?
mathtans
(Sorry, little one was fussing, had to run off for a moment.)
Just wanted to say before the end, the goat eyes are interestingly unique, makes it easy to tell them apart from the rest of the animals.
RebelVampire
https://tapas.io/episode/1197013 i really love this vulture train dude with the hat btw. i actually hope we see the vultures again cause they had such great expressive and evil faces
mathtans
Those vultures are pretty petty.
L Hornsby
Vultures are both cute and terrifying in real life
And the same with goats. I wanted to use Actual Goat Eyes because they're SO WEIRD
mathtans
Oh hey, caught up just in time. I like the one balloon falling down.
Goats + Pineapples = wha?
RebelVampire
as we draw to a close, i just want to say the comic was really nice and a great way to start off the year i think. there were just so many heartwarming moments and i loved the immense kindness the pups always showed despite adversity
L Hornsby
A Goat Pineapple?!?
mathtans
Pineapple with slanty eyes.
Agreed, Rebel.
L Hornsby
Aw, thanks guys! I don't have a huge following so it was good to hear from some readers!
RebelVampire
COMIC TEA PARTY- THURSDAY BOOK CLUB END!
Sadly, this wraps up this week’s Thursday Book Club chat for now. Thank you so much to everyone for reading and joining us! We want to give a special thank you to Lindsay Hornsby, as well, for making Princess Pups. If you liked the comic, make sure to support Lindsay Hornsby’s efforts however you’re able to~!
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Comic Tea Party- Thursday Book Club
Next week’s Thursday Book Club will be about Chasing Little Lights by Evelyn Shi. For participants, you have the next week to read as much of the comic as you would like~! We hope to see you on Thursday, January 10th, from 5PM to 7PM PST for the chat in #thursday_bookclub!
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