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Everyday I morn the prequel
David: any more secrets you boys been hiding?!
Marko and Paul: cannibalism
David:
David: anyone else?
I mean technically? It was pre full vampirism and not technically blood drinking, they just straight up ate a dude and never told anyone and it’s great.
#the lost boys#lost boys 1987#lost boys#tlb#the lost boys 1987#marko the lost boys#paul the lost boys#david the lost boys#lost boys prequel#the lost boys prequel#1906 boys#Parko#80s vampires
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Corrodi’s nocturnal ascent on Mount Athos—1906
Hermann David Salomon Corrodi
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Thinking random thoughts about the filmmakers’ decision not to give any of the vampires explicit backstories in The Lost Boys and the show vs. tell element of storytelling:
- They wanted the viewer to be drawn in by the vampires but to ultimately not root for them. A futle endeavour of course, but that was the intent imho. Joel Schumacher went out of his way to add the beach massacre because he thought audiences would like the vampires too much - AND HE WAS CORRECT lol
- They also wanted to keep up the mystery. The way the film is shot during the attack scenes through vampire POV is intended to keep a distance and build suspense. The vampires are meant to be something Other, and knowing too much about them would go against this.
Marko and Paul have barely any dialogue. The only reason people know Dwayne’s name is because of the credits. Joel himself points out that David has the least amount of dialogue of the three main characters (which he considered as Michael, Star and David, despite the meagre size of Star’s role). This is again, done deliberately for the cool guy mystique
- We do get glimpses of backstory and characterisation through costuming, setpieces and (less so) through dialogue. David implying that he was familiar with the hotel before the 1906 earthquake is about as subtle as a brick to the face.
So yes, deliberate storytelling decisions there. I quite like it, it gives a lot of creative freedom. But I do understand the frustration too. As I always say:
This is why we have fanfic.
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While looking up movie trivia for The Lost Boys I learned that the original IRL comic store that the Frogs’ was filmed in was destroyed in the Loma Prieta Earthquake in 1989.
The quake was a magnitude 6.9 and the epicenter was something like 14 miles NE of Santa Cruz.
Since then I’ve been trying to think of ways that the 1989 quake could be used as a plot device in a fic.
So imagine 2 years after the movie, in a “The Boys Live!” AU it would be interesting to see the quake used to destroy the sunken hotel. Maybe collapse a sea wall and flood it, boulders fall in and block their tunnels, etc. etc. Now they gotta find a new place to live. Maybe Michael is or isn’t a vampire in this version of the story, maybe they remained friends, or even frenemys. Just gimme the boys like “Heeeeyy, Grandpa Emerson, Miss Lucy, haha, how about that time we tried to kill all of you? That was fun. No hard feelings right? You guys got a basement you’re not using?”
Alternately, the quake reveals those evil ancient vampires from the 2016 sequel comic, and the Boys get kicked out of their home and they have to team up with the Emerson’s and the Frogs to take care of the much bigger threat.
Paul: “My tapes!”
Marko: “My birds!”
Sam: “Who cares about that?! The literal fate of Santa Carla is at stake, here!”
David *weeping over his lost wheelchair*: “Yeah, that too, I guess.”
Perhaps in a different version of the ancient vampires are released story the Boys are dead like in the movie and the EmerFrog gang decides that resurrecting them to be allies in the fight is a good idea.
Or yet in a different story, after killing the Lost Boys they seal their bodies in the caves to ensure that no one tries to resurrect them because they’ve literally had Lost Boys groupies/fang bangers looking to bring them back to life. Then the quake happens and cracks the caves back open, letting bad eggs get to their remains for resurrection.
IDK, just seems like a neat plot device, what with the 1906 quake already having a role in the original story.
#God I wish I wasn’t having so much trouble just sitting down to write#my depression got hands#the lost boys#the lost boys 1987#text post#writing#fanfiction#headcanon#writing prompt
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Philip Johnson, July 8, 1906 – January 25, 2005.
With Andy Warhol. 1965 photo by David McCabe.
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requests are open right? You don’t have to do this LMA0
just David being comforted that mf needs a hug and a good cry methinks
This one has been stuck in my head - there are so many scenes and opportunities where this idea would fit and omg - thank you for requesting this because I didn't know that this was something I wanted to write/read! I hope you like this 💜
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For the first time in decades, the cave was quiet. No distant chatter, no music being played in the background. Even the crickets and bats kept quiet, almost as if they felt their silence was necessary.
The only one present in the cave was David. He had made a mess of things, or at least, that's how it felt. Where he had tried to turn Star, he had failed. He knew the girl was stubborn, but to ignore her own nature like that - the way she ignored her hunger, the need to feed and lure victims away so she could do so? David shook his head. He had underestimated the girl, that was for sure.
That seemed to happen a lot, lately. Underestimating outsiders. He didn't even know exactly how that had happened. Was it because he and his boys had gotten too relaxed, believing they owned the town? Was it because Star had been begging him to let Michael in? Was it because of Max' foolish plan? He sighed as he lit his - final, he realised - cigarette. Things had gotten wrong.
In the back of the cave, far away from the deadly sunlight, he kept the bodies of his fallen brothers. Every night, he fed them fresh blood, slowly but surely healing them. Marko was close to waking up again, but both Paul and Dwayne took more damage and would take longer to heal. The only reason he had even gotten out of that damned house and managed to bring his brothers along was because of an old friend of theirs.
Charlie had saved them - had saved him. Charlie had pulled him off those antlers, feeding him blood until he had healed himself. Charlie, who had a habit of running off and exploring, taking "make the most of your life" more literal than most. Charlie, who had run away after the five of them had been turned back in 1906, and only ever stopped by once every seven years before disappearing again, that Charlie - she had saved them.
"I've got some extra bodies if the boys need more blood."
David looked up, startled by the sudden interruption of the silence. He looked at her, nodded, and refocused in his cigarette.
"You can't continue down this path."
"What path?" His voice was colder than intended.
"This. This self-pity. Stop blaming yourself. You didn't do this to them."
"Sure feels like I did."
"You didn't ask for those wannabe vampire hunters to barge in here. You didn't ask for Marko to be staked. You didn't ask for them preparing for your revenge, and almost succeeding because of dumb fucking luck, did you?"
"No."
"Then why do you blame yourself?"
David was quiet for a moment, dropping what remained of his cigarette. "I'm their leader."
"On the boardwalk, maybe. In here, you're their equal."
"They followed me, because I wanted to get revenge."
"They wanted revenge too." Charlie had walked closer to him. She stood in front of him, sighing softly. "You don't have to do this alone anymore."
"I know you, Char. Within a couple of days, you'll be off to your next adventure, and I'll be here waiting to see if the boys will wake up."
"I won't leave until I know they are fine." She said, determination clear in her voice. "This, all of this, is not on you, your leadership or your actions."
David didn't respond. He just stared at the floor, trying his best to ignore her. Deep down, he knew she was right, but he didn't want her to be. Right now, he had someone to blame. Himself. He was never one for blaming himself, but this time, it felt right. All the others that were responsible were dead, anyways, and he couldn't blame them, now, could he?
"David."
David looked up, freezing when suddenly he felt her arms around him. She held him, not saying anything. She just held him, and before he realised it, he felt some tears running down his cheek. Charlie still didn't say anything. She just sighed softly, looking at him with a sad smile. She wiped away his tears.
"I won't leave you. Not until I know you are fine," she whispered finally, giving him a soft kiss on his temple.
#the lost boys#marko#david#paul#tlb#dwayne#the lost boys 1987#tlb 1987#the lost boys x reader#lost boys
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Calling of the Souls ~ Poly!LostBoysXFem!Reader Part 4
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 5 - Part 6
Word Cound: 2,987
AN: I’m not entirely sure if I should write nsfw for this at some point ... what do you think?
The cave... well it wasn’t the worst place she had been to. She didn’t hate it! No! Far from it! Y/N actually thought it was cool... okay so she couldn’t see sh*t.
From the moment they had managed to get down to the steps right at the entrance to the cave, darkness greeted them. Very few parts were lit up from the moonlight that seeped in from cracks in the walls. The few and far in between moon beams did nothing to support her eye sight.
Dwayne was the first one down, a stick in hand that was wrapped with a torn t-shirt, soaked in some kind of flammable liquid; having lit it before they entered. He used this to light up what looked like old rusted oil drums. They must have been filled with something to keep the fire going strong and thankfully it was bright enough to light up the cave they entered.
Paul helped down Laddie, taking a hold of him by the waist and hopping down with him on the final rather large step. “Hyah!” He said with him as they reached the bottom, “Grab the rock box, buddy!”
“Yeah!” Laddie said happily going over to grab the stereo for them to play music. It was such a sweet moment to witness.
Marko had grabbed Y/N’s hand and helped her walk down the steps. She was confused by his actions. Why was Marko sticking to her? From the moment he found her he had stuck by her side like he was afraid she would run off into the night and disappear.
“Not bad, huh? This was the hottest resort in Santa Carla about 85 years ago.” David said to them with a smile. While he spoke Paul took a hold of the stereo from Laddie while he stood on the outer ledge of the fountain. Dwayne still making his way around the cave to light up the rest of the cave for them.
“Too bad they built it on the fault.” Y/N said. David looked at her when she said that.
“You know what happened?” He asked her. He was curious as to how she knew word for word what he was about to say, or was it coincidence?
“Um.. no I’m sorry.” She said shaking her head glancing away. Even she wasn’t sure why the words slipped from her lips. She had never once been in Santa Carla before, how could she know of what happened here?
David made his way up to her, holding her chin gently with his gloved hand, a smile on his lips. “Don’t apologize.” Her heart thumped hard in her chest, she felt this way earlier with Marko too. What the heck was happening?
Michael didn’t look too pleased to see how close David had gotten to Y/N. Trying to step forward only for Star to hold his hand to stop him from going any further.
David let go of her chin and walked about some more, “In 1906, when the big one hit San Francisco, the ground opened up and this place took a header right into the crack. So now it’s ours.” David said to Michael, coming to a stop in front of him.
“So check it out, Mikey!” Paul said making Marko and Dwayne laugh as he lit a blunt in that he held with his lips.
“Marko, food.” David said to the blonde who had yet to let go of Y/N’s hand even though she had already been safely on the bottom of the steps.
This had seemed to make Marko realize if he went to get food he would have to let go of Y/N’s hand. He glanced at her, hesitation in his eyes. “I can go too?” She said noticing he didn’t seem to want to leave her side.
“It would be faster if he went by himself. Marko, share Y/N. You’re hogging her.” Dwayne said to Marko who frowned but led Y/N over to a worn loveseat covered in blankets.
“I’ll be back.” Marko said to her, his words coming out a promise. But also there was something he was holding back. Y/N knew without him having to say what he wanted to hear.
Y/N looked into his eyes and smiled, “I’ll be here.” She said to him. He smiled as he ran up the steps to go and get food.
David led Michael away from Star to speak to him. Dwayne and Paul held Laddie’s hands and helped him hop up onto the ledge of the fountain. “That’s what I love about this place; you ask and then you get.” David was trying to sell this place to Michael, that much was clear, but every once in a while he would glance back to Y/N. Wanting to see if she was paying attention maybe but there was also a chance he was hoping that she too would be sold on the cave.
Paul hopped down and handed David his blunt. David took a hold of it and held it to Michael, “Appetizer?” he asked. Michael declined, David turned to Y/N, “What about you, doll?”
“On second thought.” Michael said taking the blunt from David, trying to get David to stop paying attention to Y/N. He didn’t like the way David looked at her. He didn’t like how any of them were looking at her. At this moment Michael was fighting against two feelings. The pull he had to Y/N which made his heart swoon and this almost intoxicating feeling to go to Star.
David pat Michael on the back as he led him to the seats closer to where Y/N was. “You’ll like it here Michael.” He said.
Y/N didn’t miss the way Star seemed to move further away from them. Trying to create distance between herself and the others. There was something in her eyes, like she didn’t want to be there, so why was she? Y/N felt no ill will to Star. Sure she was envious of the attention she got from Michael but there was sorrow that radiated from the girl. It came off of Star in waves that washed over Y/N making her curious about this girl. She was hiding something. It was so much harder to hide negative emotions than it was to hide anything else.
Paul sat beside Y/N, an arm around her shoulders. “I’ll keep you company. Show you that I’m much more fun than Marko.” He said to her with a smile looking into her eyes. How many times would Y/N feel this way? Something was wrong. She felt drawn to Paul too? Her eyes glanced over to Dwayne, curious to know if it would be the same with him. Almost like he had felt her eyes on his, Dwayne looked over and made eye contact. Smiling at her and sending her a wink.
“Don’t give him attention, it’s my turn.” Paul said to Y/N pulling her in closer so that she was on his lap.
Y/N felt herself stiffen at the feeling of being on his lap. This was a closeness that she had never had with someone before. Though it felt right, she still felt like she should move off of him. Though the moment she tried to slide back off, his left arm just wrapped around her waist to hold her into place. He had her sitting on his lap turned on her side so he could still look at her when they spoke.
“Don’t try to leave me, I just want to be closer to you.” The words came off so quietly but he had moved forward to whisper it into her ears making Y/N feel a shiver go down her spine.
Paul didn’t even seem to care that this had just been their second time meeting, or the fact that he was doing this in front of everyone. David and Dwayne didn’t seem upset by it though. Michael on the other hand, sat on a seat with his hand clenched tightly in a fist on his knee. His eyes burning into Paul and Y/N like they had just committed some great sin.
David spoke to Michael about all the things they do. While he spoke, Paul pulled Y/N closer to him, making her rest her head against his chest as he leaned back so that she could finally relax rather than sit rigidly on his lap. He was smoking from another blunt, the smoke hovering around them and into her lungs as she breathed. It wasn’t a complete high, but she was starting to feel more relaxed.
After some time there was a sound coming from the entrance of the cave and Marko came down holding a box filled with some to-go boxes of Chinese food. “Feeding time! Come and get it boys! Marko’s eyes scanned the cave until they landed on Y/N on Paul’s lap. She felt herself stiffen thinking he would be upset. He was the one who brought her here and had been holding her hand but for some reason he didn’t seem upset. Marko’s eyes sparked with life as he grinned and started to hand over food to David. Turning to toss one to Dwayne, Laddie and then to Paul, who caught it easily despite Y/N being on his lap. Y/N now starting to sit up straight rather than leaning against him.
“ Chinese, good choice.” David said to Marko, leaning forward in his old wheelchair covered in all sorts of cloth, ranging from rags to blankets. “Guests first.” He said holding it to Michael who held up his right hand in a dismissive manner as if to say he was good.
“You don’t like rice? Tell me Michael, how could a billion Chinese people be wrong?”David asked him, his words ending with a chuckle as he held it out to him again. “Come on.”
Ever so eager to please, Michael reached out to take it. Y/N felt like Michael was trying to impress everyone. He didn’t want to seem weak to anyone. Trying to show that he was willing to do anything, that nothing bothered him; still there was apprehension in his eyes.
Marko handed David another to-go box before going to sit down with two boxes right beside Paul, lifting Y/N’s legs that had been on the empty spot of the loveseat. He set her legs on his lap and handed her one of the boxes, she got noodles instead of rice.
The way these guys were with her made it feel like they were so used to her being there already, like she just belonged there and it was natural for her to be with them. Y/N kind of loved it.
Just as she had started to bring up some to her lips she heard David, “How are those maggots?” He asked, “Maggots Michael. You’re eating maggots, how do they taste?” He continued making her look over. Spotting Michael looking down at his box before spitting out rice. Y/N’s eyes narrowed. She hadn’t known Michael long but seeing him look back at his box again and looking confused, she knew something was up. The feeling of a hand on her leg, thumb smoothly rubbing against her calf drew away her attention.
Paul was looking at her curiously. Her eyes seemed to soften under his gaze but hearing Marko, Laddie and Dwayne laughing reminded her of what had just happened.
“Leave him alone.” Star spoke up making David look almost annoyed for a second.
“Sorry about that.” David said moving his chopsticks in his to-go box, “No hard feelings, huh?”
“No.” Michael said trying to brush off of the oddity that had just occurred but Y/N knew better than to brush this off. Michael must have seen maggots if he reacted the way he did but the box that fell onto the floor held nothing but rice. Something was happening and it had her on edge.
“Why don’t you try some noodles?” David asked holding out the box he had in his hands to Michael. Y/N leaned up a bit more to look into the box, seeing nothing but noodles.
“They’re worms.” Michael said to David looking in the box making David bring it closer in to himself.
“What do you mean they’re worms?” He asked him taking some into his mouth. “They’re only noodles Michael. Michael took the box from David and looked at it, using the chopsticks to look through the noodles. Simply that, noodles.
Marko stood back up going over to David when he gestured to him, whispering into his ear. Marko’s smile seemed to vanish, a serious look in his face as he gave a small nod of his head. Turning he walked further into the cave setting down his box.
When Marko had returned it was with an old bottle of wine, covered in gold and jewels. It looked rather antique and yet when he handed it to David, David still opened it and brought it to his lips, taking a sip of it.
It looked like he had just drank something that could give him a rush as he closed his eyes for a moment before they opened. Those pale blue eyes zeroing in on Michael, “Drink some of this Michael. Be one of us.”
Michael looked skeptical but as it was handed to him he stood, walking over and taking the bottle. Y/N slid into the spot where Marko had been a moment ago, this time Paul let her move.
“Michael. Michael. Michael.” It was a chant, Dwayne, Paul, and Marko speaking his name in encouragement. Urging him on to drink from the bottle.
Star moved over to stand behind Michael, “Don’t drink it Michael. It’s blood.” She warned him. This caught Y/N’s attention because if the hunch she had was right, if it was blood. Then she knew Michael shouldn’t drink it.
“Michae-..” Y/N didn’t even get to finish the name before Michael rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, sure,” Michael said to Star, “Blood.” And then he drank. Then the boys cheered.
Deja vu. It was the same feeling she had felt four other times before in her life. It ached. Her soulmate... was dying. Now however, it made sense. Her soulmates had died. Each and every time they drank from that very same old bottle the progress to dead began to happen.
That’s what vampires were, undead. Alive but not really so.
Despite this information now showing her that they were truly not dead her soul still felt their life draining. Half a vampire could be described as actively dying.
It took a day or so for the feeling to go away before proving to her that these four; David, Marko, Dwayne and Paul had changed in less than 30 hours. Still, she felt pain through that time. Then when they would have fully turned she felt the greatest pain of all, and yet it faded away into depression when she believed she lost her soulmate forever. Now she could see why she felt the connection to the other four.
Star and Laddie moved further away as Michael took another sip. Marko began to push David in his wheelchair around. Dwayne and Paul stood up and they began to celebrate, welcoming him.
This on its own had Y/N feeling worried but then their eyes landed on her. Sitting there, her box of food having been set down on a small table beside the seat.
At some point David had taken the bottle from Michael and held it out to Y/N. “Didn’t think we forgot about you, did you doll?”
“Join us princess.” Marko egged her on. Dwayne giving an encouraging smile from behind Marko. Paul looking at her with eager eyes.
“I can’t drink alcohol. Bad heart.” Y/N said to them giving her best faux smile and shaking her head. The disappointment on their faces was instant.
“Just a small sip.” David urged and yet she moved her body to sink further into the seat, away from the bottle.
“Tyr would kill me.” She whispered. “I should be getting home.” She said to them, “Can’t stay out too late. My friend is still sick.”
Oops. Wrong words.
“You live with your friend?” Marko asked, there was a flash of something in his eyes that she had not seen before. Malice.
“Separate rooms.” Y/N assured him knowing that angering a vampire was not the thing she wanted to do. “But yes.”
The sound of her being in a separate room seemed to calm them down at the very least. “I’ll give you a ride.” Dwayne insisted only for Y/N to shake her head.
“It’s fine really. You guys are partying. I actually don’t stay too far.” Y/N spoke standing from the seat and slipping toward the staircase. “I’ll see you guys soon!” It wasn’t a promise, it wasn’t even definite plans. Yet she made her way up those stairs so quickly.
It was terrible that she left Michael there, yet she was no idiot. What the hell was she supposed to do? It was too late. He had already started the process to being a vampire.
The shadows created by the moonlight that had been blocked by objects began to shake as she made her way past them. No one had followed after her. That was good. They continued to party. Using a sense she didn’t feel anyone near her and before she knew it, she fell into the shadows. Literally. Her body sinking into the shadows like a portal as she spoke an incantation. The pain was too much for her. Falling from the ceiling of her room and straight onto her bed with a soft thud as her body hit the comforter and pillows.
Much like Tyr, she used up too much of her own energy and the darkness took over as she slipped into a deep sleep, at least in this sleep she would not feel the pain. She hoped.
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Once Upon a December 🖤
David/Crysta (OC)
Summary: Crysta has found true love with her darling Lost Boys. Little does she know that David in particular feels an extra special connection to her because of someone he knew long ago...
Surprise!! This is a birthday present for @hypocriticaltypwriter! Cherry, you've been such a wonderful friend, I thought you deserved something special! 🎁🎂🎉
This fic has references to the OC of @hypocriticaltypwriter, Crysta and the scrapped Lost Boys prequel script, of which there is a love interest for David. It also references the song from the animated movie/musical "Anastasia". Please enjoy!
Crysta couldn't have been happier. She was living a good life with not one but four amazing, handsome, caring men. Though her lovers happened to be bloodthirsty vampires that sucked the essence from any human who crossed them, she didn't let that get in the way of her happiness.
Each of her boys was an absolute gem. So stunning and wonderful in their own unique ways. They treated her like a queen and took the best care of her. Being a human, she was seen as a more fragile, delicate being to them. The four boys would do anything to keep her safe and sound. Always making her feel loved.
Though she often had at least one of them by her side at all times, the daytime was when she was by herself. One day she'd be on the same sleep schedule as them, but for now, she could keep herself occupied during the day.
Whenever she wasn't working at the salon or running errands, Crysta’s favorite thing to do was dance. It was the perfect way for her to get in some exercise while having fun moving to the songs from her cassette collection. Today was no different. With her leotard and sheer sash around her waist, she was a dancing beauty.
Swing music was her favorite thing to dance to, but a good Prince song got her energy up too. Crysta kicked her legs up high and moved her hips to the rhythm of “When Doves Cry”. A smile was stuck on her beautiful face as she danced around the empty hideout. The music fueled her heart and soul, truly making her feel alive.
Before she knew it, the sun outside was fading. The day started to come to an end. The darkness would soon come, as would her boys. Surely they would be awoken by the sound and smell of her hot, pumping blood. They were such frisky things~
“Guess I'll pick something for a cooldown,” Crysta said to herself.
She shut off the Prince cassette and rummaged around the container for something slower to dance to. KISS, Def Leppard, Ratt, Poison, Twisted Sister. All too wild and fast for a proper cooldown to her workout. She was about to give up when something special caught her eye.
A simple cassette with a handwritten note on the cover. “1906” written in faded ink.
Crysta tilted her head in curiosity, studying the writing carefully. Was it supposed to be a year? That was when the hotel that once stood on the bluff crashed into the sea, leaving behind treasures to be lost or decayed within the cave the Lost Boys called home. If that was what it referred to, what did it have to do with a cassette?
“Only one way to find out.”
The redheaded girl stuck the cassette into the boombox, pressing the play button to see what music would await her.
To her surprise, it was the complete opposite of the boy's style. Rather than a loud electric guitar and killer drum solo, the soft sound of chimes greeted her ears. Crysta’s eyes widened as she took in the sound. It was quite magical. Soft notes that dazzled her senses. She felt it to be similar to that of a lullaby from a music box.
Stepping backward to where her dancing space was, Crysta started to take in the melody some more. Follow the rhythm as it went on. She could work with this. Her body began to move slowly as more instruments joined in. The soft tones of a flute, clarinet, bassoon and more. All of their sounds worked beautifully together as they welcomed in the lyrics to the song.
Dancing Bears
Painted Wings
Things I almost remember
And a song someone sings
Once upon a December
Crysta’s senses grew fuzzy as her body took over for the dance. She gravitated to a more ballet-style dance routine, gracefully gliding across the floor and swaying her hands in rhythm. One would think she was under a spell if they were to see her moving in such a way.
Little did she know that such a thing was actually happening.
In one corner of the main lobby of the sunken hotel, a tall, platinum-blond vampire stepped into view. David had awoken just a bit earlier than usual, eager to see his beloved human. The spurs of his boots clanged with each step, yet Crysta did not notice. She was far too focused on her dance. The lyrics guided her every movement.
Someone holds me safe and warm.
Horses prance through a silver storm.
Figures dancing gracefully across my memory.
David was stuck in place, overcome with shock at hearing this song. Though he had managed to find a recording of it from a modern singer, there was a time decades ago when he had heard this song live. Visions of candelabras, string quartets, and marble statues filled his mind, bringing back the memory of the resort when it still stood above the sea.
His ice blue eyes were fixated on Crysta as the faded vision of someone he knew long ago began to take over. A lovely, dark-haired lady with a shy, yet sweet nature and soft lips that he had kissed when they were hidden away from prying eyes. His long-lost love.
His legs began to move again, carrying him to where Crysta danced. He feared the memory would slip away again if he did not go to her. The graceful movements of her dance had grown stronger as the music built up more and more. A choir sang out, filling the cave with an echo of vocals that would shake a man to his very core. Crysta was so deep within her dance that she nearly jumped in surprise when she turned to see David right behind her.
“David, you scared me!” she scolded. “What are you do-”
“Dance with me.”
Crysta was shocked by such a request. Her lashes fluttered and her eyebrow raised in curiosity.
“What?”
David’s lip curled slightly, showing off a gentleness in his smile that was unfamiliar to Crysta. No sneakiness or devious expressions. Just a look of love.
“I wonder if I might have a dance with the princess?”
Crysta would be lying if she said she wasn’t charmed by such words. Her cheeks flushed a light shade of pink and she smiled warmly back at the vampire. She slipped her hand into his, allowing David to take hold of her waist with his other.
“I’d be delighted.”
Someone holds me safe and warm.
Horses prance through a silver storm.
Figures dancing gracefully across my memory.
David and Crysta moved around the lobby with sheer grace. They danced in time, creating a perfect waltz together despite it being such an unfamiliar dance to the human girl. To David, it was like riding a bike. He never truly forgot how to do it. With Crysta as his dance partner, it was even easier. All he had to do was look into her eyes, and it all came back to him.
Without any hesitation, David leaned in to kiss her. The warmth of her skin made his head spin far more than any waltz could. He remembered a similar kiss behind a ballroom pillar, hiding away from a stern chaperone. Now, with colder skin from his inhuman nature, it was all so much more intense. His heart ached deep within his chest.
Far away,
Long ago,
Glowing dim as an ember,
Things my heart
Used to know
Things it yearns to remember
“You are the beautiful something I dreamed about, Anastasia.”
The spell David and the music had over her was broken, and Crysta looked up at the blond with confusion on her face.
“Why’d you say my middle name?”
David stopped the waltz once the gravity of his mistake hit him. In the blink of an eye, the vision was gone. The memory had faded away. No longer did he have a princess in his arms dancing in a ballroom. The age and decay and quietness of the cave overwhelmed his senses, making him realize how much time had passed since he had become a vampire.
And Crysta. God, did he feel guilty for his slip of the tongue. Looking at her pretty face, he did see a familiarity of his first ever love. She looked so much like Anastasia. Even the shade of her eyes was identical, as it was something he had studied carefully each time they were together.
But she wasn’t Anastasia. She was Crysta. She was her own person, not the ghost of someone he once knew. David would forever mourn her, yet he knew how truly lucky he was to have Crysta by his side here and now. He loved her more than anything, and he wanted a life with her and his boys. It wouldn’t be fair to her to get lost in the past.
“I’m sorry, Cherri,” he cooed, taking hold of her cheek in his hand. “I think I’ve been around Max too much. I know he calls you that all of the time.”
Crysta let out a snort of laughter, amused by David.
“Oh God, don’t tell me you’re turning into a big nerd too, Davi!”
David laughed, bringing her in for an embrace and spinning her around once again. She squealed with delight as he lifted her up. The two of them were practically giddy with their playfulness.
“I’m not changin’ at all,” he promised, setting her back down on her feet. “Now let’s go wake up the others so we can grab a bite to eat.”
Crysta eagerly wrapped her hands around his arm, allowing him to lead the way to the sleeping chambers of the boys. With them out of sight, the last few words of the song played for nobody to hear.
And a song someone sings
Once upon a December
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Queer Calendar 2023
We put together a calendar of key (mostly queer) dates at the start of the year to help us with scheduling - so I thought I’d share it around! Including pride and visibility days, some queer birthdays and anniversaries, and a few other bits and bobs. Click the links for more info - I dream one day of having a queer story for every day of the year!
This is obviously not an exhaustive list - if I’ve overlooked something important to you, feel free to add it in the reblogs!
January
3 - Bisexual American jazz-age heiress Henrietta Bingham born 1901
8 - Queer Australian bushranger Captain Moonlite born 1845; gay American art collector Ned Warren born 1860
11 - Pennsylvania celebrates Rosetta Tharpe Day in honour of bisexual musician Rosetta Tharpe
12 - Japanese lesbian author Nobuko Yoshiya born 1896
22 - Lunar New Year (Year of the Rabbit)
24 - Roman emperor Hadrian, famous for his relationship with Antinous, born 76CE; gay Prussian King Frederick the Great born 1712
27 - International Holocaust Remembrance Day
February
LGBT+ History Month (UK, Hungary)
Black History Month (USA and Canada)
1 - Feast of St Brigid, a saint especially important to Irish queer women
5 - Operation Soap, a police raid on gay bathhouses in Toronto, Canada, spurs massive protests, 1981
7 - National Black HIV/AIDS Awareness Day (USA)
18 - US Black lesbian writer and activist Audre Lorde born 1934
12 - National Freedom to Marry Day (USA)
19-25 - Aromantic Spectrum Awareness Week
March
Women’s History Month
1 - Black Women in Jazz and the Arts Day
8 - International Women’s Day
9 - Bi British writer David Garnett born 1892
12 - Bi Polish-Russian ballet dancer Vaslav Nijinsky born 1889 or 1890
13 March-15 April - Deaf History Month
14 - American lesbian bookseller and publisher Sylvia Beach born 1887
16 - French lesbian artist Rosa Bonheur born 1822
20 - Bi US musician Rosetta Tharpe born 1915
21 - World Poetry Day
24 - The Wachowski sisters’ cyberpunk trans allegory The Matrix premiers 1999
April
Jazz Appreciation Month
Black Women’s History Month
National Poetry Month (USA)
3 - British lesbian diarist Anne Lister born 1791
8 - Trans British racing driver and fighter pilot Roberta Cowell born 1918
9 - Bi Australia poet Lesbia Harford born 1891; Easter Sunday
10 - National Youth HIV & AIDS Awareness Day (USA)
14 - Day of Silence
15 - Queer Norwegian photographer and suffragist Marie Høeg born 1866
17 - Costa-Rican-Mexican lesbian singer Chavela Vargas born 1919
21-22 - Eid al-Fitr
25 - Gay English King Edward II born 1284
26 - Lesbian Day of Visibility; bi American blues singer Ma Rainey born 1886
29 - International Dance Day
30 - International Jazz Day
May
1 - Trans British doctor and Buddhist monk Michael Dillon born 1915
7 - International Family Equality Day
7 - Gay Russian composer Pyotr Tchaikovsky born 1840
15 - Australian drag road-trip comedy The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert premiers in 1994
17 - IDAHOBIT (International Day Against Homophobia, Biphobia, Intersexism and Transphobia)
18 - International Museum Day
19 - Agender Pride Day
22 - US lesbian tailor and poet Charity Bryant born 1777
22 - Harvey Milk Day marks the birth of gay US politician Harvey Milk 1930
23 - Premier of Pride, telling the story of the 1980s British activist group Lesbians and Gays Support the Miners
24 - Pansexual and Panromantic Awareness and Visibility Day; Queer Chinese-Japanese spy Kawashima Yoshiko born 1907
26 - queer American astronaut Sally Ride born 1951
29 - Taiwanese lesbian writer Qiu Miaojin born 1969
June
Pride Month
Indigenous History Month (Canada)
3 - Bisexual American-French performer, activist and WWII spy Josephine Baker born 1906
5 - Queer Spanish playwright and poet Federico García Lorca born 1898; bi English economic John Maynard Keynes born 1883
8 - Mechanic and founder of Australia’s first all-female garage, Alice Anderson, born 1897
10 - Bisexual Israeli poet Yona Wallach born 1944
12 - Pulse Night of Remembrance, commemorating the 2012 shooting at the Pulse nightclub, Orlando
14 - Australian activists found the Gay and Lesbian Kingdom of the Coral Sea Islands in 2004
18 - Sally Ride becomes the first know queer woman in space
24 - The first Sydney Mardi Gras 1978
25 - The rainbow flag first flown as a queer symbol in 1978
28 - Stonewall Riots, 1969
28 June-2 July - Eid al-Adha
30 - Gay German-Israeli activist, WWII resistance member and Holocaust survivor Gad Beck born 1923
July
1 - Gay Dutch WWII resistance fighter Willem Arondeus killed - his last words were “Tell the people homosexuals are no cowards”
2-9 - NAIDOC Week (Australia) celebrating Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander culture
6 - Bi Mexican artist Frida Kahlo born 1907
12 or 13 - Roman emperor Julius Caesar born c.100BCE
14 - International Non-Binary People’s Day
23 - Shelly Bauman, owner of Seattle gay club Shelly’s Leg, born 1947; American lesbian cetenarian Ruth Ellis born 1899; gay American professor, tattooist and sex researcher Sam Steward born 1909
25 - Italian-Australian trans man Harry Crawford born 1875
August
8 - International Cat Day
9 - Queer Finnish artist, author and creator of Moomins Tove Jansson born 1914
9 - International Day of the World's Indigenous Peoples
11 - Russian lesbian poet Sofya Parnok born 1885
12 - Queer American blues musician Gladys Bentley born 1907
13 - International Left-Handers Day
22 - Gay WWII Dutch resistance fight Willem Arondeus born 1894
24 - Trans American drag queen and activist Marsha P Johnson born 1945
26 - National Dog Day
30 - Bi British author Mary Shelley 1797
31 - Wear it Purple Day (Australia - queer youth awareness)
September
5 - Frontman of Queen Freddie Mercury born 1946
6 - Trans Scottish doctor and farmer Ewan Forbes born 1912
13 - 1990 documentary on New York’s ball culture Paris is Burning premiers
15-17 - Rosh Hashanah
16-23 - Bisexual Awareness Week
17 - Gay Prussian-American Inspector General of the US Army Baron von Steuben born 1730
23 - Celebrate Bisexuality Day
24 - Gay Australian artist William Dobell born 1889
30 - International Podcast Day
October
Black History Month (Europe)
4 - World Animal Day
5 - National Poetry Day (UK)
5 - Queer French diplomat and spy the Chevalière d’Éon born 1728
8 - International Lesbian Day
9 - Indigenous Peoples’ Day (USA)
11 - National Coming Out Day
16 - Irish writer Oscar Wilde born 1854
18 - International Pronouns Day
22-28 - Asexual Awareness Week
26 - Intersex Awareness Day
31 - American lesbian tailor Sylvia Drake born 1784
November
8 - Intersex Day of Remembrance
12 - Diwali; Queer Mexican nun Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz born c.1648
13-19 - Transgender Awareness Week
20 - Trans American writer, lawyer, activist and priest Pauli Murray born 1910; Transgender Day of Remembrance
27 - Antinous, lover of the Roman emperor Hadrian, born c.111; German lesbian drama Mädchen in Uniform premiers, 1931
29 - Queer American writer Louisa May Alcott born 1832
December
AIDS Awareness Month
1 - World AIDS Day
2 - International Day for the Abolition of Slavery
3 - International Day of Persons with Disabilities
8 - Pansexual Pride Day; queer Swedish monarch Christina of Sweden born 1626
10 - Lesbians and Gays Support the Miners host Pits and Perverts concern to raise mining for striking Welsh miners, 1984
14 - World Monkey Day
15 - Roman emperor Nero born 37CE
24 - American drag king and bouncer Stormé DeLarverie born 1920
25 - Christmas
29 - Trans American jazz musician Billy Tipton born 1914
#calendar#queer calendar#queer observances#pride days#queer history#lgbt#lgbtq#lgbt history#gay history#trans history#queer#gay#trans#lesbian#lesbian history
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I honestly wish the Prequel would’ve been made. Not just because The 1906 boys live rent free in my head but because it gives a lot more context to David’s shit?
Like in the movie it just seems like he has this weird interest in that earthquake over 80 years ago. Him having been there makes it make a lot more sense, but it’s also hilarious because the others are so fucking unbothered there just going off on their own thing “yeah he’s been on this for 80 years Michael please. Let him talk to you about it we’ve heard enough” 
Also something something been together a long ass time way more emotional with deaths
#that’s why the 50s headcanons kill me ‘oh here’s Jim from like twenty years ago he really likes earthquakes’#the lost boys#lost boys 1987#lost boys#tlb#the lost boys 1987#1906 boys#prequel#the lost boys prequel#david the lost boys#marko the lost boys#paul the lost boys#dwayne the lost boys#micheal emerson#michael emerson
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New College, Edinburgh.
Another from last night, The New College, is perched above the Mound in Edinburgh and houses the Faculty of Divinity of the University of Edinburgh.
Originally the Free Church College, established following the Disruption in the Church of Scotland (1843), the building was designed by Playfair and completed in 1850 at the cost of £30,000. Following the reuniting of the United Free Church with the Church of Scotland , the University's Faculty of Divinity, which had continued to supply ministers for the pre-eminent Church, was able to embrace the College and the Faculty re-located to the College building in 1935.
Today, the Faculty of Divinity at Edinburgh is an international renown centre of religious teaching and research.
The Assembly Hall (by the architect David Bryce, 1859), which came to the Church of Scotland with the College, is used for the Church's annual General Assembly, but provided a temporary home for the new Scottish Parliament between its inception in 1999 and 2004. The Library was built as the Free High Church in 1849, for that part of the congregation of St. Giles which left at the Disruption, and continued in use as a church until 1934. It is now one of the leading theological libraries in Britain, with around 235,000 books. The Rainy Hall, reminiscent of the dining hall at an Oxbridge college. was built in 1900 and named in honour of Robert Rainy (1826 - 1906), a former Principal of the College. The Martin Hall, named after another former Principal Alexander Martin, was where the Union between the Church of Scotland and the United Free Church was signed in 1929.
I've been inside the building a few times, the last time was in 2014 for a memorial to the late politician Margo MacDonald/
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David Smith (1906-1965)
Untitled (Billiard Players)
oil on canvas
46 x 50 in. (116.8 x 127 cm.)
Painted circa 1936.
Christie’s
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Many of you know Davyd Burliuk, a famous 🇺🇦 artist, but a few people know about his brother Volodymyr, also an amazing artist. But he died too young, as a soldier during First World War in 1917.
He was the younger brother of David Burliuk and received his first artistic skills from him. He then studied at Kherson, and later together with his brother studied at the Munich school and the Paris studio.
Volodymyr also studied in Kyiv and Odesa. His first exhibition was in 1906 with the Society of Kharkiv Artists. His sisters - Ludmila and Nadiya, also were artists, but they left because of the marriage (a very typical story for women artists, unfortunately)
He invented his original decorative-geometric style, which was called "cloisonnism". After 1914, Burliuk had exhibitions in Paris and Rome. But his career ended in 1915 when he was mobilized. Because of war, we lost an amazing artist.
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“A Nubian woman sitting on a rock with a jug.” c.1906
Ph by: Gardiner, David
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French Painters (part one)
Masterlist of French painters and my favorite artwork from them. PM me for suggestions.
-- Paul Cezanne, (1839-1906), romanticism, modern art, cubism, impressionism, post-impressionism
-- Paul Gauguin, (1848-1903), post-impressionism, modern art, symbolism, primitivism. synthetism
-- Gustave Courbet, (1819-1877), realism
-- Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, (1864-1901), post-impressionism, art nouveau
-- Gustave Moreau, (1826-1898), symbolism, modern art
-- Camille Pissarro, (1830-1903), impressionism, post-impressionism, neo-impressionism
-- Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres, (1780-1867), neoclassicism, orientalism
-- Philippe de Champaigne, (1602-1674), baroque
-- Frederic Bazille, (1841-1870), impressionism
-- Gustave Caillebotte, (1848-1894), impressionism, realism
-- Francois Boucher, (1703-1770), rococo
-- Pierre Brissaud
-- Sophie Blum-Lazarus
-- Pierre Bobot
-- Pierre-Nicolas Brisset
– Etienne Buffet
– Louis Braquaval
– Suzanne Duchamp
– Claude Monet
– Pierre-Auguste Renoir
– Henri Matisse
– Georges Braque
– Rosa Bonheur
– Nicolas Poussin
– Louis-Francois Aubry
– Theodore Gericault
– Etienne Allegrain
– William-Adolphe Bouguereau
– Frederic Samuel Cordey
– Jean de Botton
– Felic Auguste Clement
– Cecile Bart
– Renee Aspe
– Pierre Puvis de Chavannes
– Pierre Auguste Cot
– Edgar Degas
– Eduoard Manet
– Eugene Delacroix
– Jacques-Louis David
– Georges Seurat
– Berthe Morisot
– Joseph Apoux
– Charles Angrand
– Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot
– Jean-Honoré Fragonard
– Lydia Corbett
– Louis Emile Benassit
-- Joseph Crepin (1875-1948), spiritualism, art brut
-- Roger de la Corbiere, (1893-1974), seascape
-- Thomas Couture, (1815-1879), academic art
-- Jean Simeon Chardin, (1699-1799), rococo, baroque, realism.
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I’ve got it in my head that Max either owned or invested in the Hotel/Resort back before the 1906 quake.
And this guy is just so proud of it. A steady source of both money and out of towners to feed on, the Jewel of Santa Carla. Maybe the place is marketed as a respite for the sick and frail to rest and recover. You know all those writers and artists suffering from nervous dispositions and wracking coughs, and ladies wasting away with consumption. Where the fresh sea air, and warm sun can restore you. And if those people don’t necessarily survive their stay, pass away in the night, then who would suspect a thing?
And maybe Max bans the boys from the inside of the resort. Kicks them out anytime they breeze in like he does in the video store. “I told you not to come here.” Because Max is an upstanding member of society, and he can’t have these rapscallions ruining his image.
So the boys live in the cave system beneath the resort. Because in the book (and the original proposed sequel/comic) there’s more caves, deeper than where the resort sunk, so they were clearly there before disaster struck.
And THEN, the fricking earthquake sinks the whole thing into the ground.
Just, can you imagine the boys absolutely losing their minds. “Too bad they built it on the fault.” Like you know David never let Max live that down. And even better now it belongs to the boys! This crowning achievement, Max’s hubris, in ruins, sunk into the caves, now property of The Lost Boys.
“You built a resort above a cave system on the San Andreas fault line, Max. What did you expect, Max? What did you think was gonna happen, smart guy?”
#chuckling to myself in public like a loon#The Lost Boys#The Lost Boys 1987#headcanon#text post#writing prompt#fic ideas#writing
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