#CJ: ''Yeah that's not gonna work - he's into that.''
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I think CJ should ditch Andrade and her husband and manage DG, because I would find that funny.
#aew lb#Still very much Not A Fan of this quasi-cucking/man-wants-to-control-his-sex-object-wife storyline#But it'd be fucking hilarious to me if DG just rizzed CJ and stole her from Miro/Andrade#38-year-old woman leaves her caveman husband and her also-married rebound guy#In order to be a 25-year-old fuckboy's sugar mama#Truly she would be living the dream#CJ: ''Unlike you Miro Daniel actually respects my decisions. Particularly when I decide to spend your money on gifts for him!''#DG: ''She bought me new shoes! Expensive ones!''#CJ: ''And he dances for my amusement! You never did that for me!''#DG: ''So since I call your wife 'mommy' does that make you my da -#Miro: *seethes in cuckoldry fueled rage and strangles Daniel*#CJ: ''Yeah that's not gonna work he's into that''#Andrade: *just sitting back chilling watching this whole thing unfold* Whatever I already have a hot blonde flexible wife soooooo
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Apple Seed 5: The Name Game
Buckle up, Buttercups. We got another long one here.
Charlie: (beginning to waddle from the cantaloupe sized bump in her belly as she makes her way towards her office) Ugh... This thing is starting to weigh a ton, and we're barely halfway there!
Vaggie: (walking with Charlie and holding her hand while rubbing her lower back) I know, babe. I know. Good news, though. You're not puking every morning and evening anymore.
Charlie: You have a good point. (enters the office and sits in her plush chair. She tries to lean over to untie her shoes but winces in discomfort, both from the baby belly pinching and how the heels are constricting on her sore hooves) *whiiiiiiiine* Vaaaaggiiiiieeeeee~
Vaggie: I gotcha, babe. Relax. (kneels down and removes the heels, watching amusingly as the hooves flex and spread in absolute glee from being freed, before sitting cross-legged on the floor and gently rubbing the soreness out of each hoof from tip to calf)
Charlie: (melts into her chair as the soreness and stiff muscles relax, tears instantly springing to her eyes) You- *sniff* You're an amazing wife, Vaggie. I don't *sniff-sniff* deserve you.
Vaggie: (rolls her eyes fondly as she continues massaging Charlie's hooves) So you say every day, hun. I'm just trying to take as much stress and ache away from you as possible.
Charlie: I say it every day because it's true...
-Pleasant silence spreads through the room-
Charlie: I have about an hour before I have to do anything.
Vaggie: (slightly perks up) Oh?~
Charlie: (wiggles excitedly) We haven't talked about baby names yet! Can we think of some now?
Vaggie: (not where her mind was going) Oh....
Charlie: Yeah! We should think of a couple to have on hand! Since we don't know the sex yet, can I-
Vaggie: Choose the girl names while I pick possible boy names?
Charlie: *gasp* How did you know?!
Vaggie: I watch you sketch names into your little baby notebook every night, babe. It's not rocket science. But, sure. I'm game. Do you want to throw a few out and the other can agree or disagree on the name?
Charlie: Yes! Okay! Me first! Rhiannon!
Vaggie: Rhiannon?
Charlie: Mm-hmm!!! And if she wants to go by a nickname like me, She can call herself Ria!
Vaggie: I guess that's alright.
Charlie: What about you?
Vaggie: Me? I don't know. I haven't thought of anything. I'm not exactly the creative type.
Charlie: Come on, Vaggie. I know you can come up with something!
Vaggie: Okay... Uh... CJ?
Charlie: CJ?
Vaggie: (blushes) Ya know... Charlie Junior?
Charlie: (big puppy eyes) Awwwww.... You want to name him after me? You're so sweet, Vaggie~ But pass. Not a fan of naming kids like that. Having you moan my name during sex would be ruined forever.
Vaggie: That's fair. (works a nasty knot out of Charlie's left calf muscle) You're turn.
Charlie: Lucy or Lily? Oh! Lucily!!!
Vaggie: After your parents?
Charlie: (nods relentlessly) Mm-hmm! My relationship with my dad has gotten a lot better since the war with the Exorcists. I think it'd be sweet.
Vaggie: You know he would cry worse than the baby when they arrive if we did that, right?
Charlie: Babe, I'M going to be crying worse than the baby when they arrive. What's your point?
Vaggie: (sarcastically) Ah, yes. The Morningstar theatrics. How could I have forgotten. (stands up, pulls a second chair over, and sits next to Charlie - gently stroking her hand over the taught skin of her belly) We're gonna have to get you new shirts and pants soon. I'm surprised we haven't had to yet.
Charlie: (groans) Don't remind me! I'm getting fat! ...Aurora?
Vaggie: Not fat, maternal. And not naming a daughter after the most useless Disney Princess. Next..... Santiago? Call him Diego for short?
Charlie: *gasp* How dare you?! Princess Aurora is.... she's..... okay, you got me there. You want to name our son after a saint? And how about Calista? Cali for short?
Vaggie: Ouph... never mind. Scratch that one..... So we go from Salvadorian to Greek names? That one's not so bad. I'm for Cali or Lucy. Rhiannon is on the fence.
Charlie: Okay, possible girl names. Check! You need to come up with one more boy name.
Vaggie: Hmmmm..... (drums her fingers gently against Charlie's belly)
Charlie: (giggles) Vaggie, that tickles.
Vaggie: (smiles) Sorry, hun. Let me see.... Well.... I'm not fully versed in the Bible or anything, but if we wanted to keep the motif of naming them after your folks. How about Samael?
Charlie: Samael? What does that have to do with my parents or the Bible?
Vaggie: Wasn't your dad's name Samael when he was in heaven? He only changed it to Lucifer after he fell???
Charlie: I.... I actually have no idea.
Vaggie: Well, we can name him Samael and call him Sammy for short? It won't be as confusing as calling him Lucifer, and I'm sure your dad will be over the moon having the baby be named after him anyway.
Charlie: (giggles again and swats Vaggie's hand off her belly) Vaggie, stop it! I said that tickles.
Vaggie: .....I didn't do anything.
Charlie: Huh?
Baby: (flutters again)
Charlie: *GASP* (holds her belly) VAGGIE, HOLY SHIT, THE BABY KICKED!!!!
Vaggie: What?! (plasters her hands to Charlie's belly)
..............
Vaggie: Nothing....
Charlie: Hmmmm.... (mental lightbulb turns on) Say the name again!
Vaggie: Samael?
Baby: (little flutter)
Vaggie: ............Sammy?
Baby: (big flutters)
Charlie: (crying quiet happy tears) Okay... Sammy... We got a name. We'll just think of a boy and girl version when they're born.
Vaggie:
#apple seed#apple seed au#chaggie#charlie morningstar#charlie#vaggie#baby names#vaggie is a fucking soft “daddy”#baby first kicks#I don't know shit about the bible#part 5#YES I KNOW THIS ISN'T HOW THIS WORKS#I HAVE A CHILD 4FS#soft wifey#soft girlfriends#domestic chaggie#domestic#soft chaggie
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fic rec friday 15
hi!! welcome to fic rec friday. every week, i pick five fics i have bookmarked and rec them with a little review. check them out!
We Don't Know How This Could End (let's hope it won't have to) by @buoyantsaturn
"I’m not married, I thought you were married!”
“You’re the one wearing a ring!”
“Well, so are you!”
followed by: relationship fluff, divorce jokes, and of course, a(n un)healthy dose of miscommunication
OBSESSED OBSESSED OBSESSED OBSESSED OBSESSED. secret relationship has ALWAYS been my everything and love at first sight plus married plus literally everything. i’m. gonna lose it. this fic was so ROMCOM but in the BEST POSSIBLE WAY, like there were stakes and angst but it was still lighthearted? somehow? like i KNEW it was gonna end well bc i had SO MUCH faith in them. like the best possible romcoms. i adore this fic always
2. could this be love at first sight? (oh wait, I said that before) by @buoyantsaturn
Nico sighed, unable to believe what was actually about to come out of his mouth. “Will you come with me to a friend’s wedding?”
“Like...as your date?”
THE RINGPOP THING WAS SO ROMANTIC 😭😭 truly this fic made me SWOON. every good amazing lovely incredible trope at once i ADORED. secret relationship especially my fucking BELOVED, but FAKE RELATIONSHIP to SECRET RELATIONSHIP??? I WENT INSANE??? cj as per usual u ATE. also i know this isn’t the focus but if i was piper i would have gone BALLISTIC 💀 "why is everyone talking about your relationship at my wedding" yeah me personally i would have blown up LMFAO
3. I'll Be There For You by @buoyantsaturn
remember that one part in FRIENDS where ross gets married and monica sleeps with chandler because she's lonely, and then they do a really bad job of keeping their relationship a secret? that's this fic, except it's solangelo
is this one similar in vibes to fic rec #2? yes. do i care at all? no. i could (and have done) sit in front of CJs fics and just scroll & keep scrolling. never misses. this was so FUN and i LAUGHED and POOR LEO. what a good time
4. Will Happen, Happening, Happened by @buoyantsaturn
“Nico!” Will’s voice came from behind him, followed by the slamming of a door. “Nico, I figured it out!” Will ran toward him, grabbing his arms and dragging him down once he got close enough, and pressed their lips together. “All I had to do was-- Annabeth! How long have you been standing there?”
“I knew it!” Annabeth exclaimed.
“No, wait, uh--” Will shoved Nico away suddenly. “This isn’t what it looks like?”
(Or: 5 times their relationship gets found out and 1 time it didn't)
adventure time au!!! hell yeah!!! and yeah at this point i realise i was indeed scrolling thru the secret relationship tag in buoyantsaturn's works page when i was making these bookmarks. whatever. i have Moods. secret relationship and 5+1 are literally my fave tropes of all time, okay, i loved this, it was funny and camp and honestly what more do you need
5. Knight In Shining Armor by @buoyantsaturn
“The knights will need to keep a close eye on these travelers for the duration of their stay. You, however, Sir William, must keep close watch on the Prince."
"Of course, Your Highness," Will said.
the my lord to my love pipeline…..but my knight remaining constant……oh i’m weak in the knees. royal aus will ALWAYS kill be and they are one thousand billion trillion times better when one of them is a knight it is ICONIC. ICONIC i say. and another secret relationship fic sue me i hope yall are int he mood lmfao
thank you for joining me this friday!! happy reading!!
#thats seventy five fics recced!! holy moly!!! more to come :D#pjo#percy jackson and the olympians#hoo#heroes of olympus#pjo hoo toa#nico di angelo#will solace#nico di angelo/will solace#solangelo#secret relationship#prince nico#fic rec#fic rec friday#longpost
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Had a funny idea so i wrote a rough draft for a scene idea I had in the future "THE TALK" episode.
Not professional formatted cause I did it on my phone on Google docs
Prettt suggestive warning! Gwenvid obviously
The scene opens INT. MESS HALL
DAVID is writing intently on a white board, coming up with the most accurate yet “david” ways to explain the birds and the bees
GWEN appears to be intently “Writing” on the opposite side of the room from him
DAVID: (nervous murmuring)
GWEN: (never looking up) you good?
DAVID: (voice strained) huh? Oh, yeah yeah, I'm just. Uh. Problem solving. (turns to gwen) thank you. For helping me on this, we're gonna need all hands on deck for today ….
(Pause)
So, what are you drawing?
GWEN: (finally looking up) What? how did you-
David is reminiscing now
DAVID: Oh! you were sketching all the time when you still worked here. I recognize the Intent look of putting lines…and connecting them to…other…lines.
(Pause)
Sorry I'm not much of a visual artist
GWEN: (rolls eyes)
they stand (and sit) in silence
DAVID: (leading on) (to gwen) sooo?...
GWEN: (nervous) oh! Um. Right. It's uh.
The shot reveals GWEN'S point of view. An innocent, well shaded, and accurate drawing of DAVID
GWEN looks up
GWEN: porn.
DAVID is bewildered, which quickly leads to confusion
DAVID: Oh! Um. What? I. Uh. OK.
GWEN nervously laughs, and lies
GWEN: oh yeah! (Laugh) it's some uh. Hard-core, nasty stuff, you wouldn't wanna see it
The shot on gwen WIDENS to reveal CJ behind her. He evidently, just came in.
His sudden appearance greatly startles GWEN.
GWEN: Fucking christ!
CJ: Sorry I'm late for the “Giving the talk, talk.” [was] Gathering the kids for this morning. (Shaking head) they do not like mondays. (To himself, laughing) little Garfields
(Pause)
CJ, almost loudly, points to GWEN’s notepad. Much to her dismay.
CJ: Hey! Nice drawings!
GWEN is very nervous, and angry right now
CJ CONT’d: you really captured David's petite form.
Things have gotten Disgustingly awkward
CJ: I especially like the incredibly graphic detail and shading. Didn't miss a single body part.
Uncomfortable looks all around. Except for CJ
CJ: Little lady. You are going places.
CJ walks over to DAVID's Side.
CJ: OK so what’s the plan
GWEN and DAVID share awkward glances In total silence.
END
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we could be more | interview | 1
A/N - Since I found no faceclaim name for Ivy, I’m making an OC called Raye McClaren. Enjoy!
FIRST DAY ON SET
“Today we’re here with the cast of Supernatural.” The reporter, Haley, announced with a smile. “We have Jensen Ackles, who plays Dean Winchester, Jared Padalecki as Sam Winchester and the newest addition, Raye McClaren as Ivonne Rainer. How are you guys feeling having completed season two?”
“Do you want my honest answer?” Raye asked with a smirk.
“Absolutely.”
“Like I wanna leave- just kidding.” She giggled after getting a shoulder punch from Jared. “Exhilarating, cause I went into this not knowing whether the fans would like Ivy or not because, you know, late addition, so on and so forth, but she got an amazing reaction.”
“You really worked for that role.” Jensen grinned, nudging Raye.
“Like she actually worked out.” Jared teased, patting her on the shoulder. “Tell ‘em.”
“So,” Raye chuckled, “I got on set around halfway through the filming of season one, and I’m with Diane, the costume executive, and I meet Kripke, and he takes one look at me and goes ‘well…’ Cause Ivy’s a badass, we’re meant to have a-”
“- badass figure.” Hayley and Raye finished together.
“Exactly. So I’m wonderin’ what’s goin’ on and then Kripke just comes out with ‘ok, you’re gonna give us some muscles before your season two debut.” Raye then made a comical expression, which made Jensen laugh. “He gave me six months. I said ‘No, Eric, give me four’. I was that eager to get lean. Yeah, so I buy every exercise equipment thing and new-fangled object because I need to jack up.”
“We were like- are you sure?” Jared cackled, slapping his knee. “Cause she wasn’t an avid exerciser.”
“Now she’s terrifying; she’s a full blown adrenaline junkie, benching insane amounts and doing pull ups like she’s breathing.” Jensen chuckled, hand on her knee. “But we’re proud of her.”
“She’s our adrenaline junkie.”
“I can imagine.” Haley giggled. “And apparently you weren’t actually about to audition for Supernatural, Raye. What changed your mind?”
Raye giggled, running a hand through her hair. “Well, I was actually going to audition for The Devil Wears Prada, which I realise now that I had no chance for if Anne Hathaway, Meryl Streep and Emily Blunt are in it, but Jensen called me up one day and told me about his TV show Supernatural, which he was on with Jared and they were lookin’ for someone with my description to play a character called Ivonne Rainer.
“I’d known Jensen since I’d been his colleague in Dawson’s Creek in ‘03 as CJ’s eventual girlfriend and best friend Autumn and again his love interest Alyssa in Dark Angel, so I was hyped to be on another set with him. I told my agent, Carly, to book me an audition and I turned up in the wardrobe which I thought Ivy would wear. I felt so nervous, but thank the stars that before every audition I start method acting - I terrified the hell out of Carly - and I was already in the zone.”
“Think about it.” Jared smirked, gesturing and Jensen. “If he wasn’t here, she wouldn’t be.”
“Shut up.”
“It’s true and you know it.”
“I’ve got a big head about it.” Jensen winked.
“You two won’t let me live it down.” Raye shook her head with a soft smile. Jensen patted her knee, then took her hand.
“Raye and I had worked together a lot and our on screen chemistry was insane, so I had to get her on Supernatural. And after Dark Angel, of course she’s fit for Ivy, and I can’t see anyone who’d do a better job.”
“Aw, Jen.”
“You’re great at what you do. Don’t sell yourself short, y’hear?”
“Loud and clear.”
“So, guys, what was your favourite scene to film so far?” Hayley asked, smiling a bit at Jensen and Raye.
“These two have done too much talking, so I’ll start.” Jared grinned. “Uh, I’d say the play fight scene in Tall Tales. That one was particularly memorable because Jensen and I are just rolling around, Raye pushes us both off the bed- it’s just an amazing scene.” Jensen and Raye shared a knowing smirk, which caught Jared’s eye. “Uh, the look on their faces probably means they have a shared answer.”
“I think we do.” Raye smirked, and Jensen nodded.
“Wanna say it together?” He snickered.
“On three. One, two-“
“The sex scene.” They chorused, then giggled.
“It’s cause while Jen and I had kissing scenes before, we’d never had a sex scene.” Raye shrugged, looking over at Jensen. “It tested our calibre as actors in the moment.”
“Eric Kripke’s only instruction was go intense.” Jensen grinned, his hand sliding up to Raye’s mid-thigh. “And we had to stay as in sync as possible cause a lot of things could go wrong, but we managed to get through it.”
“The fans loved it too.”
“Oh, they went mad.”
“See, these two have something brewing in the fan base.” Jared smirked, nudging Raye. “The fans call ‘em Raysen.”
“But, sadly, there’s nothin’.”
“Yet.”
“Shut up.”
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Dead Beauty AU (Chapter 8)
AKA cca 2k words about Harriet. She’s fine. And she has great priorities. (she is lying.)
Please be proud of me.
Harriet walks aboard her suspiciously quiet ship and–
Right.
Her siblings are not there yet, Harry, sent to deliver demands to anyone who might care, and Calista, sent to drag him back, goddammit, he has work to do, doesn’t he know?
He knows, doesn’t he, he just doesn’t care, that son of a bitch – he takes after their mother anyway, so Harriet doesn’t care too much for insulting her too.
She looks around the ship again and shouts out their names, for the off-chance they are there after all, or that her order gets to them before she can. The walls have ears and eyes and her siblings have an undue fucking amount of luck.
Unlike her, because of course they don’t come running; she sneers at the now decidedly empty deck and drinks from her flask.
Of fucking course she has to go get them.
She drinks again – it’s good for her nerves, yeah, and she’s gonna need that – and sets out.
Or, well, she would. Except there is Sammy Smee in her way, holding out a plastic fucking water bottle. On her ship. For her to take.
„No.“
They don’t even bother answering, instead mostly forcing the bottle into her chest.
„Fuck you, Samuel,“ she hisses at them and their unimpressed stare; she drinks a bit of the water before looking them straight to the eyes and crumbling that abomination, dropping it on deck with dull thud.
Then she sets off, leaving them to pick up the litter and ideally get it off her ship, too.
Fucking plastic.
Should be criminal, that’s what she thinks.
Unfortunately, she doesn’t think she can afford to throw Sammy Smee overboard.
The port is quiet as she marches through it, and so is the central district, and, well, these street rats are lucky too, she supposes idly as she walks through the wide-empty streets, her mood souring with each step she takes towards the Tremaine salon, because <i>where else</i> on earth and beyond would her siblings go?!
Of course it is the Tremaine salon.
And Anthony is going to be insufferable over it.
She sighs and leans on a corner just shy off the salon, sending someone scurrying through the shadows ; she can see the salon from there. She drinks as she looks at it, watches through the dark windows to see if she catches a look of her siblings – of Anthony.
(No such luck, only the horrid mannequin heads the Tremaines insist on displaying in the vitrine, each colour louder than the last.)
She drinks again. Nerves, okay?
Her rings ring on the metal when she puts the flask back into its place and the next moment, well, the next moment she is in the salon.
Her existence is pure suffering.
She stands framed by the doors, giving her eyes a moment to adjust: Her siblings are there, of course they are.
Has she said the line about existence and suffering yet? How about the one about existential dread?
„Harry.“ (He lounges in a chair as if it belonged to him, having just spinned to face her, and Dulcia stands next to him, looking all too pleased for the situation; Harriet wonders how many bribes were involved.)
„CJ.“ (Sideways in her own chair, waving her hands about and she’s singing, by Lord, she is <i>singing</i>– Harry gestures at her to let it be, something to the effect of „she’ll fuck over her vocal chords and she’ll be fucking quiet for once,“ and, yeah, point. So Harriet spares a dismissive prayer for the little Tremaines and unfortunate customers in her sister's general vicinity and shows her brother the middle finger, as he shouldn’t have let her do that anyway.)
„Both of you, out – home. Now,“ she says then.
(She doesn’t think Calista noticed her yet.)
And Harry, well, he definitely doesn’t care, only leaning back in his chair and smirking wide.
„Harriet.“
Still facing her brother, she makes a face: She was hoping it wouldn’t come to this.
That she could just. You know. Walk into the Tremaine salon without Anthony Tremaine noticing her?
Yeah, that would have been nice.
„How…Lovely,“ he says.
She spins around to face him: He stands all high and mighty in the middle of the salon, crossed arms and that bloody smirk on his lips.
Not that she’s looking at his lips. At all.
<s>She doesn’t raise her eyes to meet his.</s>
„I knew you’d come here soon.“
Why, that–
How does he dare–
„This hardly counts, Tremaine,“ she hisses though her teeth, stepping closer to him. He doesn’t take a single step back.
„I’m just getting my insufferable siblings, that’s all.“
He’s still fucking smirking, that bastard, and she can feel the pleased arrogance practically radiating from him.
She steps closer again.
„Oh, I’d say it counts,“ he counters, „You didn’t have to come here yourself, Captain Hook, did you?“
He circles closer too.
„You could have sent anyone to get them. Sam. Murph. That girl that almost jinxed Deborah the last time she was there– Any of them, Harriet. Any of the people on your ship that’d rather die than risk disobeying your command. And yet – you still came, my dear.“ He reaches out, caressing her cheek as he says the insult.
She isn’t sure why she let him speak that long.
She catches his wrist in viciously hard grip and looks into his eyes as she barks out: „Harry, CJ. I said– Home, now!“
He ignores her as he brings his other hand up, puts his thumb on her lip: „Or are you too drunk to remember that again? Too drunk to care?“
She snaps her teeth at his fingers and he has the audacity to not jerk away, not even an inch. She has her drinking perfectly under control, no matter what he says.
Annoyed, she swats his hand down, not bothering to loosen her grip on the other.
„Didn’t you hear me?!“ she growls towards her siblings.
„Oh but it’s just getting interesting, Ettie,“ her pest of a brother counters, „And I think CJ’s having lots of fun.“
Yeah, lots of fun making the people near her fall into trance periodically, maybe. But also, Harriet doesn’t feel like dealing with <i>that</i> situation right now. And besides:
„Oh, yes,“ Anthony whispers, now so close she can feel his breath on her cheek, „Why the rush? You’ve already scared all of our remaining customers out, anyway.“
Oh, did she? Nice.
She turns her head just a little bit and speaks, now more or less directly into his lips: „Why the haste? Oh, I could just leave my siblings there a little longer, if that’s what you want.“
„Please, my dear,“ he whispers, not bothering to step back or lean away, „Do take them away. I beg you.“
Oh, but he’s just asking for it, isn’t he? He gives her no choice, really.
She smirks as she says:
„Then beg.“
Instead, he hums and traces his lips along her jaw, fluttering impressions of a kiss.
„You should know I won’t,“ he says into her skin. He has put his hand on her waist.
„You should know I get what I want.“
She thinks they are both lying.
(She thinks the salon went suspiciously quiet, too.)
„In that case, Harriet, please, take them away.“
Well that’s not „begging,“ please and thank you.
She shoves him away so maybe he can think it over yet, she knows he can–
Unfortunately, the moment is ruined by her darling little sister gaping at her like dead fish, what a joy.
„That was gross,“ Calista Jane complains.
…Gross.
That is one way to put it, Harriet supposes; she pointedly doesn’t look at Anthony who is still in front of her, instead trying to figure out how to best react to that statement and–
Wait.
„Is she high? Harry, is she high?“ she asks, still examining her little sister’s face.
He sighs melodramatically: „I was hoping you wouldn’t ask.“
That means, yes, yes, she is. Explains the singing, then. Not like Calista has functional pain tolerance anyway, though–
„She’s been like this for the last three quarters hour,“ complains Anthony.
Great, and no one has bothered to tell her. Just. Great.
„So, really, you should just send her home. For her own good.“
Harriet gives– gives the Tremaine lord an unimpressed glare:
„That’s what you call begging, Tremaine? Try harder.“
Now, she really should get Calista home safely.
However, she also really wants to see him beg.
„Get a room for that,“ advises Harry insolently.
Fuck her life, honestly.
„I think I will,“ answers Anthony, „Or maybe you could just <i>leave</i>.“
Harriet isn’t sure if she likes the look in his eyes or not.
„Harry!“ whines CJ, „Let's leave! They’re–“ she doesn’t bother with further articulation, instead only making a vaguely disgusted sound.
She also doesn’t seem to mind her hairdo is only half-done, pushing the last bewitched children away as she jumps down.
Well, that would be it, then.
Solved.
„You’re so fucking lucky, Tremaine,“ she sighs, already turning around; CJ tugs somewhat unwilling Harry out of his seat; „See?“ Tremaine says, arrogant as ever, „Just send them away, Captain Hook.“
The doors open.
The doors open.
In a fraction of second, she watches Anthony’s eyes go wide, and at the other end of the salon, Harry tucks CJ close, telling her to „just wait here a little bit longer, starfish, it’s gonna be <i>fun</i>.“
„Hi,“ she puts on a smile and spins around to greet Ginny Gothel.
„I was actually just about to leave, so…“
„Oh no you don’t,“ Anthony grabs her arm and hisses into her ear before raising his voice again, „Hello, Sunflower.“
„Harriet, Anthony. Various other Hooks and Tremaines and people I don’t care about,“ she greets them and the salon with a wide, dismissive gesture to which Harry cackles and says something like „As charming as always, Gothel,“ and Dulcia flips her off.
CJ waves.
Without any care for that, Ginny zeroes on Anthony again and Harriet sidesteps just a little bit.
„You promised you’d meet me tonight!“ Ginny accuses Anthony Tremaine.
„Well I–“
„I don’t want to hear it,“ she interrupts him, pouting, „I see how it is.“
She angles her head so her curls fall in front of her eyes and sniffles: „ You had better things to do– I suppose you just don’t care enough to meet me anymore.“
Ginny hunches her shoulders and hugs herself and Harriet thinks she knows what she’s doing but goddammit–
Anthony sighs – he also must know, mustn’t he – and rushes past her to meet Ginny. He puts his arm around her shoulders and tucks the stray curl behind her ear
„You know that’s not true,“ he tells her and glares at Harriet as if the whole situation was her fault or something.
„I just had to make sure Ettie’s siblings didn’t leave my salon in ruins.“
„<i>Your</i> salon?!“ protests Dulcia fruitlessly.
And yeah, Harriet still doesn’t see how that’s her fault. She <i>did</i> explicitly forbid them from coming to the salon.
She curls her lips in displeasure over all of this; she tries to ignore Ginny’s eyes.
„So glad to be of service,“ quips Harry and, yes. That.
„So you were there, with Harriet. <i>Without me</i>.“
„No–“
„No?“ Ginny tilts up her head, opens her lips a little bit, and leans further into Anthony: „What was happening, then?“
Harriet resolves to not take any drinks or meals Ginny offers her in the near future.
„I forgot the time, Sunflower, nothing more, nothing less,“ he tells her, leaning down and kissing those lips briefly. Harriet doesn’t bother to pretend she isn’t staring, even in front of herself.
„I was trying to keep my salon intact and I forgot to check the time.“
„And I was just getting my siblings,“ Harriet states again, looking anywhere but at Ginny and Anthony, or at her siblings, really.
„Really, Ettie?“ Her insufferable fucking siblings.
„Looked to me like you we–“
„Shut up,“ she hisses at her brother, „Shut the fuck up. And go– We are going.“
Harry – for once – does shut up and walks to the door, with CJ clinging to him all the while. When Harriet finds out who sold CJ weed, they are fucking <i>dead</i>.
Anthony manoeuvres himself and Ginny out of the way as her siblings walk to the door and Harriet moves to follow after them: Ginny’s hand at hers stops her.
„You’re leaving already?“
„You’ve barely been there, Harriet.“
She doesn’t look at either of them as she says: „I need to get them home and besides: We have a royal hostage. I should be on my ship.“
Ginny slowly lets her hand fall, her fingers lingering, her nails dragging over Harriet’s skin. Harriet’s fairly certain she is fucked.
„I see,“ Ginny says, hiding her face into Anthony’s neck and looking at Harriet sideways, „You just care more about some fancy foreign prince than about us, pirate Captain and all. Go, then.“
Instead of commenting, Anthony kisses Ginny’s hair and just– looks at her.
Harriet is absolutely certain she is fucked.
„Harry!“ she calls after her brother, „Go home. Make sure CJ is safe there until I come back, savvy?“
Instead of an answer, Harry gives her a parody of a salute: Hand raised to his temple, pointed middle finger, and gesture of firing a gun.
„Do not wish me if anything happens to her! And take care of the Beauty, too!“
She doesn’t bother to wait for his response, certain she doesn’t want to hear it anyway. Instead, she shuts the door and turns at them.
„Well?“
#disney descendants#harry hook#harriet hook#cj hook#anthony tremaine#ginny gothel#dead beauty au#tw alcohol
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The West Wing episode 4.20 "Evidence of Things Not Seen"
Have you ever noticed how the biggest names behind the camera tend to have close relationships with a handful of actors who are in everything they make? Aaron Sorkin is no exception, and honestly, I feel like I understand why. His work is so specific, just like Tarantino’s or Scorsese’s, and when you have such an identifiable style, I think it either clicks with you or it doesn’t. When you find people who click with you, whose brains meld seamlessly with yours, it really is a euphoric feeling and I imagine you’d want to keep those people close.
The West Wing, and Aaron Sorkin, click with me. Sometimes I watch a show and the thrill is having no idea what’s about to happen; I’m along for the ride in a vehicle that I barely recognize, let alone know how to drive. I would never be so bold as to think I could have taken the wheel of The West Wing, but to keep the comparison going, putting an episode on feels like getting into your mom’s car. You know all its little nuances, where the cupholders are, and how it’s going to feel on the road (and when to grab the handlebar).
“Evidence of Things Not Seen” has everything I love about The West Wing; it’s a fun one, but an inspiring one too, and it even guest stars- get this- Matthew Perry, fresh off of Friends. All the characters are mostly off the clock in this episode, so it’s time for a good poker game. Leo and the President are excited to kick back over a game of cards; Leo even has a full spread prepared, and tbh nothing makes me laugh like his reverent demand of CJ to “oooh squeeze this piece of rye bread”.
But the relaxation will of course be interrupted. The President will have to step in and out to negotiate with Kaliningrad- their government spotted an unmanned spy plane that we were flying over there, and Bartlet needs to talk them into giving it back. Our cover story: it was an environmental mission studying coastal erosion (Chinese spy balloon anyone?). Josh will have to do some back and forth too, interviewing a candidate to replace Ainsley Hayes as associate counsel.
Amid all of this, it’s the equinox, and CJ is convinced that at “the exact moment of the equinox” you can stand an egg on its end, and it won’t tip over. She’s carrying an egg around, but she hasn’t pulled it off yet and skepticism abounds.
All of Sorkin’s characters speak with what’s become his trademark cadence and tone so at times I see them as somewhat interchangeable- he just likes the sound of a group. But “Evidence of Things Not Seen” highlights the individual personalities and ideological differences that actually are present and consistent once you get past the similar speech pattern.
We’re launched into the title sequence with Bartlet giving the egg thing- and this coastal erosion cover story- a shot, but the egg topples over. His subsequently loaded “yeah, this isn’t gonna work” is about a lot more than the equinox. Compared to CJ, he’s always been a pragmatic optimist, entertaining every romantic idea but not expecting all of them to pan out. CJ, meanwhile, will always stick her neck out to vouch for the idealistic solution, even when it’s not even in the realm of realistic. She’s also usually right. In a previous episode, when everyone else guessed that the president’s approval rating had remained the same at best, she wagered that they had gone up 5 points, a number so preposterous Leo wouldn’t even repeat it to the President. Turns out she was lowballing. She’s also the voice of the iconic line “it’s about going to the blackboard and raising your hand- if you think you get it wrong sometimes, why don’t you come down here and see how the big boys do it.”
Toby’s even more complex than either of them, which I’d go so far as to say is the reason he also has the most complex individual relationship with almost every other character. He and Bartlet are a story for another day, but Toby and CJ’s deep, often wordless friendship really run wild in this episode. Toby’s created the image of himself as the pessimistic curmudgeon, but it’s a defense mechanism for the red hot idealism he’s carrying around. He’s so often disappointed, and he’s tired of it, but he can’t help but see so much potential in the world, even if he won’t admit it.
Will’s being in the Air Force won’t come up again after this episode, but it comes up in this one to serve the theme of Toby and CJ’s dueling worldviews. He’s heading to Wyoming to address a situation in which two launch crew officers who were slow to react to a threat of an incoming missile from North Korea. Turns out it was a good thing they asked some questions before enacting protocol, because it wasn’t a missile- it was a meteor from space. But they’re still being court-martialed because if it had been a missile, they wouldn’t have reacted in time. Toby can’t help but burst out laughing at this story (“Why do we think at this point that North Korea is attacking the East Coast of the United States?” “There are transcripts that show that surprise was expressed at that”). Then he turns it on CJ: “We failed on both a mechanical and human level. So tell me again what you have faith in��.
“Us. Because with what little free time he has, Will is going to Wyoming to defend one of these guys, and I don’t think it is failing on a human level”. Instead of responding, Toby lays down his cards, expecting to win the hand. But, in another symbolic move that speaks to a lot more than poker, CJ lays out a full house, sweeping up the chips in her unexpected win.
While this weighty discussion hung in the air, Will, Toby, and CJ had another thing to attend to- a bet amongst men that the other couldn’t hurl a playing card into the podium from the fifth row in the press room. They head down there, with CJ tagging along hoping to see them both fail- no one’s taking her very seriously tonight, after all. Instead of settling that debate, they’re interrupted by three gunshots slamming into the press room window. Will’s military training kicks in and he drops to the floor and rattles off ballistics to the secret service agents that instantly burst in, but CJ freezes. It’s Toby who pulls her to the ground in the heat of the moment.
I don’t love this being the second time CJ’s been “saved” by a man in this show (Sam did the same thing at Roslyn), but this interaction with Toby feels a lot more organic than that did, and so does the way they address it. On the whole, everything about an active shooter and subsequent crash of the building is a tired plot at this point. I’d actually go as far as to say this entire episode is pretty unoriginal- a criticism I read when doing some research on this episode. But I think the familiarity of the situation is exactly the thing that gives this episode that fun, cozy, President-in-a-sweatshirt feel. We’ve done the defcon 1 “can you believe it?!” active shooter plot before, so now we’re able to have some fun with it (“fun” on The West Wing is a relative term).
The secret service herds Toby, CJ, Will, and Josh into the oval office to make sure there’s eyes on everyone. Charlie and Debbie are already accounted for, but they don’t have code word clearance, so they’re not allowed in the Oval, where the spy plane discussion is still ongoing. At least, according to the Secret Service. Bartlet good naturedly explains that “if Charlie heard there were bullets, he’s gonna overpower whoever’s trying to—” and he’s cut off by Charlie, sure enough, bursting into the room. The President grins, we grin, he pulls Charlie in close and promises he’s okay. Satisfied, Charlie marches right back out. Then Bartlet says “I’m surprised you guys managed to keep Fiderer in her chair, I’d have thought she’d be the first one to- oh no here we are!” as she too fights her way in the room, looking the President up and down and declaring that she will be back to take his blood pressure shortly.
In a beat amidst the commotion, CJ asks Toby if he knew that a day on the moon and a year on the moon were the same thing. He did. The moment hangs there. Then she says, “I thought my reflexes before, in the press room, were cat-like.” And then we cut away. I love how little we have to say in this episode, and it’s our familiarity with these people, these rooms, and this situation that really let us all just play here in “Evidence of Things Not Seen”.
And nowhere is this episode having more fun than it is with Josh and the unexpectedly incredible chemistry he has with Matthew Perry’s Joe Quincy. Throughout this entire episode he’s back and forth between advising the President and interviewing new associate counsel Joe Quincy. Joe is quiet, collected, funny, and overqualified, but something is off about him, and Josh can’t figure out what. In an aside to Donna, Josh muses that “it’s the strangest feeling. It’s like… a really good baseball player is standing in the other team’s locker room for the first time.” To which Donna says, “I don’t understand, are you writing poetry about this now?”
But his gut is onto something, and he’s trying to figure out what- amidst it all, though, he’s also starting to like him. Josh is amused that the vetting team made Joe fill out the psychological part of the questionnaire- something he can relate to, and I’ll come right back to that in a second. Josh asks a question I think we all probably wonder when filling out forms like this but have never thought to put into words:
“Question 1: a) I do not feel sad; b) I feel sad; c) I am sad all the time and I can’t snap out of it; d) I am so sad or unhappy that I want to kill myself. You chose a) I do not feel sad.”
“Yes.”
“Good. Ever?”
“No.”
“No, you don’t ever feel sad, or…?”
“No, there are times when I feel sad.”
“Yet you checked the first box, why is that?”
“It said, ‘I do not feel sad’ and I didn’t at the time I checked it.”
This exchange, and their whole dynamic, feels both funny and poignant, but the tables turn when the shooting happens in the very next scene. Donna is instantaneous in checking on Josh, worried about the shooting stirring up his PTSD and telling him, against his wishes, that she is going to be giving his therapist a heads up that he might be calling later.
When Josh explains the building crash to Joe, he says he didn’t hear the shots, but “I heard a brass quintet playing The First Noel, so I just assumed someone somewhere was locked and loaded.” Joe doesn’t hesitate to reply with “You know, not for nothing, but the people that I talk to don’t believe that story, and the people that you’d like don’t care.” He doesn’t say it unkindly, but like I said, funny and poignant.
But it’s not only the sentiment that throws Josh off, it’s the wording. Finally, Josh puts it together- Joe is a republican. Once his secret is out, Joe explains that he’s gotten himself in bad standing with the rest of the party by voicing an unpopular opinion, but he wants to work at the White House because, of course, he has a sense of duty. The whole thing is a soft, respectful, and incredibly loaded homage to both Ainsley Hayes and arguably the show’s best episode, “Noel”. And, just like Ainsley, Joe finds himself fitting right in, even as Josh tries to fight it. He recommends him to Leo and gets him the job.
I really love this episode for all the same reasons I think it often flies under the radar of West Wing greatest hits. It’s not remarkable, it’s not doing anything we haven’t done before, but it has its finger right on the pulse of every one of these characters. It’s exactly our deep familiarity with everyone and everything that lets the slightest touch hold so much significance, depth, and humor. It just takes half a sentence for a character to say something profound about another, or to call back to nostalgic characters and plot points. And I almost forgot to mention- we end with CJ standing an egg on its end. I well up every time.
#the west wing#evidence of things not seen#matthew perry#joe quincy#bradley whitford#josh lyman#allison janney#cj cregg#richard schiff#toby ziegler#martin sheen#jed bartlet#tww#josh malina#will bailey#tv criticism#tv review
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S04 part the first liveblog
It's kind of cute that Maddie and Chimney are living with each other's siblings during the pandemic
Who is Buck's new ~covid crush?
Honestly I love when this show does jumpscares that have me staring at my screen like :O. The bus coming through the window while they're fighting was great.
May's doing 911 dispatch?? That's so fun and I bet she'll be great at it
Gosh now I like everyone on the bus and I hope they're OK
I'm in love with CJ. Saves a man's life, makes a joke about how he's working on his eye contact
They're all OK!
4x02
Lmfao it's obvious neither Chimney or Buck have ever used a baby monitor before. I have absolutely forgotten to put the receiver down when going to pick up the baby and I knew immediately how to find that kid
Aw Buck's covid crush is actually a therapist!!
4x03
Yeah no there's no way these students' first experience with cadavers would involve them dissecting said cadavers. I took a year's worth of human anatomy in university and never touched a scalpel once.
Delighted by every Buck+Eddie+Christopher scene
Lmfao watching Hen negotiate with a toddler feels reaaaal familiar
Except that her toddler still responds to "swap?"
Omg Buck and Christopher pulling that prank on Eddie, adorable!!
I feel like I missed some kind of crossover event, should I look into that at some point?
4x04
Oh just like I said May is doing a great at this job. She really takes after her mother, I love it
Eddie and Buck are being DORKS at the crime scene it's CUTE
Ok the hell did Maddie tell Chimney about Buck?
Omg Albert just straight up running away so Chimney won't tell him the secret this is amazing
Wow Chimney really is bad at keeping secrets it's very funny
Oh that was a really good scene, the family dinner and Buck's break down. It was sad but really good
Ohhh secret brother!! I actually low-key guessed it was something like that
4x05
Oh Jesus, Buck was the baby they had to try and save their first baby, but he didn't. That explains a LOT.
Wow, this really does explain a buuuunch
Did they always plan this as Buck's backstory because I can't get over how well it clicks everything into place (and some stuff about Maddie too)
Oh Maddie, you should have gone with him
Oh man she nearly did, oh wow, that's crazy
This guy in the hand sanitiser place is hilarious "this [mask] is helping. The fire is not."
Oh, Buck. This is a bad time for you to lose one
oh no everyone's there and helping T_____T
Oh no I'm gonna cry over Maddie and Buck and Buck asking her to tell him about Daniel and Buckley siblings oh no
4x06
Okay one more and then I'll sleep
Lmfao this episode is off to a very entertaining start I love dumb superstition episodes
Eddie stop flirting while you're supposed to be working (jk she's cute)
I was right this episode is GREAT
Plus I greatly enjoy Eddie the skeptic
"Is it a curse or a jinx?" I'm crying at how seriously they're taking it
Who the hell is this guy from the 147
Oh it's a whole thing I see
So glad we got a hijinks episode, delightful
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Some self-indulgent Rottmnt! Raph x reader because I'm bored and projecting and had a Moment™ earlier.
Reader is a pale fox, agender and transmasc btw, although not much of it comes up besides species.
'This is gonna be great!' I think to myself as I trek through the dark and damp sewers, purposefully ignoring the small puddles splashing around my boots and holding my bushy tail off the ground. 'I'm going to get to spend the night with my boyfriend, at my boyfriend's house, and meet his family! Shit did i wear the right outfit?' I ask myself as my paws pat down my shirt. 'I mean, it's a plain black turtleneck shirt and my fancy schmancy green jeans, you can't go wrong with that! And i made sure my earrings are the nice matching stud ones too!' My right paw moves once again to feel up long pointed ears, claws catching on the three metal studs on each side, while the other stays wrapped tight around the strap of my plain black duffel bag. 'Yeah, I'll be fine!'
'Did i put all my earrings in? what if one closes up during dinner or something or they're lopsided? did i remember to pack pyjamas that are decent? God please don't tell me I packed two shirts instead of a shirt and pants again. what if my mascara runs? or my eyeliner? fuck did i smudge it on the way down?' I glance over the side of my hand as i keep moving. Luckily i don't see any dark streaks in the pale tan fur. 'Oh okay nevermind. no black streaks, we're all good there at least.'
I barely have time to continue my spiraling train of thought before I reach where I was instructed to go. I pulled out my blocky red phone to shoot Raph a text to let him know I arrived. I couldn't see this supposed door and i didn't wanna just barge in either way.
Me: Hey, I'm outside! 💚
RedRover❤️: Oh okay!! I'll be right there love!
I started rocking back and forth on my heels while i waited the minute or two before the supposed door swung open. There, holding open the hidden, round, cement door stood my beloved partner. light poured out from behind the barrier and surrounded him in a halo of sorts. 'God, why does he always have to look ethereal?'
"Hey Red! you look nice as ever." a warm, fuzzy feeling couldn't be ignored at the compliment. seriously, how does he do this shit??
"Hello, also Red! you look stunning, love." i respond back without skipping a beat, making us both try to hold in peals of laughter at the matching names. It was almost stupid how easily it worked. they were our signature colors either way! What with his red bandana and the red markings in my fur, it wasn't a hard conclusion to come to.
As soon as we both collect ourselves, which takes a minute or two, he steps to the side to let me past. the sudden anxiety hits me worse then it did getting ready or even walking down here. I hold out my hand a little, a nonverbal ask to hold his hand, and he almost immediately scoops it into his larger one.
"Are you sure they'll like me..?" the words come out quiet, almost inaudible to even my ears, but he still catches them.
He squeezes my hand reassuringly. "they'll love you, Red. i just know it."
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He, infact, did not 'just know it'.
So far, everyone except the orange one, named Mikey, the spider yokai, Big Mama,.and the human girl, April, has a avoided making direct eye contact or speaking to me as much as they can. maybe it's first time awkwardness, maybe it's jitters, maybe they just don't like me.
The dinner table was just big enough to fit all of us, which was nice, and was laid out with bowls and plates. I'd offered to help set it earlier, but the blue one, Leo, had only shooed me away. tomato soup and grilled cheese was laid out, and now I feel like I dressed too fancy. God i look ridiculous, a blank spot in a sea of color.
Leo and the purple one, his twin Donnie, sat side by side as far away from me as possible, both their fathers and their mother seeming to follow suit. Raph sits to my left, April to my right and Mikey between her and Donnie. The other human, CJ or Casey, sat between Raph and Draxum. This left Big Mama sandwiched between Splinter and Draxum.
"Bone apple teeth!" Mikey calls, making everyone groan or giggle, before grabbing up the soup pot and ladle to pass around. I ultimately decide to try to wait until everyone else has gotten theirs so I'm not rude, but my plan is foiled when Raph notices my tenseness and scoops some into my bowl before reaching over me to pass to April.
Across the table i can see Leo lean towards his twin and whisper something. Both of them whisper heatedly for a few minutes and occasionally break eye contact to glare in my general direction, which only serves to make me want to shrink in on myself.
The urge to shrink in on myself only got stronger as dinner wore on, but luckily Mikey must've picked up on it. He kept up a slow and nice gentle conversation between the table, asking about everyone's day and basic info from me. Eventually everyone became wrapped up in their own seperated convos and left just me and Mikey talking, scooting and leaning back since April sat between us.
"So! what's your favorite color and why?"
"hmm.. green. It's very calming and it matches nicely with my fur, especially darker greens! very nature-y."
"OOOO! that's a good one! mines orange, obviously! it's a very warm, happy color and i love that!"
"Man you're reason is even better!" quiet giggling breaks out between us for a few seconds. "okay, okay! what's your favorite.. hobby?"
"oh definitely painting or baking! yours?"
"hard to choose really, either watching movies or listening to music."
"lame, man!" his words were harsh if his tone wasn't teasing.
as our conversation continued I could faintly make out remarks from the other side of the table over the other conversations. CJ, the other human, and Draxum, the other dad, were talking about school i think. Raph, Big Mama, and April were gossiping and arguing semantics. and the twins were whispering again.
Eventually Leo slammed his hands on the table and stood up. everyone had been done eating for a while now, but the sudden movement drew everyone's attention. The tense atmosphere was back, not as strong as earlier, but still there.
Without a word Leo gathered his and Donnie's dishes and left, presumably to clean up. everyone soon followed suit.
"I can get yours if you want." I offered to no one in particular, but Mikey, Raph and Splinter all took me up on the offer. As i made my way towards the kitchen hushed voices flowed out and immediately halted when I turned the corner. Glares followed me as i made my way to the sink, pointedly ignoring them, and rinsed the dishes quickly, ready to get out of their hair.
Instead, both turtles left and I decided to just finish the dishes to be polite. 'I wanna make a good impression so pleaseeeeee let this help.'
Turns out, the dishes didn't take very long and by the time I was heading back out it'd only been a few minutes.
By the time I was out there, movie night had been set up. Everyone was piled onto the floor to watch a Jupiter Jim movie and passing around a communal popcorn bowl, as Raph had told me earlier when we made the plans. Quickly and quietly i moved to sit next to Raph, snuggling my left side into his as everyone settled. About halfway into the movie Raph got a text and excused himself, as did Leo and Donnie. After a few minutes I decided to get up too, to get some water and refill the communal popcorn bowl, which was now reduced to unpopped kernels that CJ and Mikey kept eating. April snagged and handed me the bowl once i offered and I departed.
There was talking as i walked down the hall towards the kitchen, and i tried my best to ignore it so i wouldn't be rude.
unfortunately, my ears picked up a conversation i wasn't meant to hear.
"oh come on Raph! you brought a canine, a predator, into a house full of prey, and three other predators, and expect nothing bad to happen? what if theyre a villain? or lose it and return to their basic instincts? what then, huh?!"
'what is going on?'
"what? Leo, what do you mean basic instincts?"
"He means, dear Raphaella, returning to a predator mindset. seeing our family as either prey or competition. what do you expect us to do then?"
'oh..?'
"basic instincts dont affact anything, De-"
"Oh really?? explain that to your chirps and churrs and your savage episodes. explain that to Mikey hiding in his shell instinctively when threatened. Explain that to Donnie and I swimming often and our strange diets. WE have basic instincts too Raph, the only reason they don't affect our lives is because we aren't predators!"
'oh. okay.'
I stormed around the corner now, bowl still in hand and tears welling in my eyes. anger burning bright behind them. "You know what? fuck you! I've tried all. night! to prove I'm not some vicious fucking predator and you still accuse me of being one when I'm not even fucking there! I'm!- I'm.." the bowl slipped from my fingers, clanging loudly onto the floor.
horrified looks sat on everybody's faces in varying degrees. Donnie looked shocked I'd been there at all, Raph looked upset and pitying, and Leo.. he looked like i was about to murder him.
a small choked sob escaped me once i realized what I'd done. tears rolled down my face and effectively dragged my makeup with them. they didn't trust me, or love me or even like me. they see me as a monster. because of my stupid species. okay then, sure, fine. that's fine I'm fine everything is fine.
I began speed walking down the hall I'd came from, looking for a escape or place to hide. 'I'm such a fucking coward. running and hiding instead of letting them say anything. God this is pathetic, I'm letting my boyfriend fight my battles for me after i scared the shit out of his family because i just can't handle it. stupid stupid stupid.'
I hadn't realized I'd walked through the back of the silent living room, movie paused on the wall, or passed a frantic Mikey jogging down the hall towards the kitchen while absorbed in my thoughts, nor did I realize the yelling starting again and getting louder. all i could focus on was the "basic instinct" to get the fuck out of there.
Eventually, after a minute or two of twisting halls, I found a bathroom. perfect spot to hide, i guess.
I gently closed and locked the door behind me, not wanting to draw any more negative attention to myself. I flicked on the light, only to decide it was way too bright and turn it off in favor of the dim lamp on the counter.
The bathroom was a light green in color, with black and white checkered floors, which was nice i suppose. it didn't soothe my nerves but it provided a comforting atmosphere in a way. something that told me "its okay, let it all out" in its own little way. The bathtub was covered in a black curtain and looked inviting. I gently shifted the curtain aside as I started to hyperventilate, sitting myself in the tub. The quiet was soothing at first, but eventually it only made the bathroom into an echo chamber, making my thoughts bounce around my head in a quickening spiral.
It felt like an eternity before the knocking started. My sobbing only got worse, and louder in turn, which made the thing, person, call out. I couldn't process what was being said. I wanted to tell it to go away, to leave me in peace, but the words were stuck in my throat. my face was buried into my knees as i tightened my curl into upright fetal position, tears drenching my jeans knees worse then they already were. the knocking stopped as a few voices began talking outside followed by two sets of footsteps padding away. Light flooded the bathroom not long after and I shrunk in on myself further, curling my tail around myself to be as small as I could.
Footsteps echoed around the walls and the curtain was pulled aside as an unconscious growl built in my throat. When the voice started talking, my head snapped up, lips pulled up to bear my fangs and eyes wild. the thing, Orange one, jumped back in fear before backing, terrified, out of the room and closing the door. 'goddamnit this is only proving their point. i am a monster. i am i am i am i am i am.'
the same two words continued to float around my head until frantic, heavy running came down the hall and the door was thrown open again. My fur puffed up and my claws came out even more, only serving to make this feeling worse. My heartbeat was pounding in my ears and i couldn't hear anything else for a moment. Then the door was closed, something soft was sat down somewhere, and the light from the hall left, but the new thing didn't leave. the curtain was again pulled open, but much slower this time. 'I really fucked up and scared someone haven't I.. goddamnit! stupid stupid stupid stupid!'
the curtain finally revealed the figure. Tall and dark green with red patterns and fabric. I knew him, i felt safe with him. my fur didn't lay back, but the growing growl stopped and i could hear something other than my heartbeat again.
"hey hey.. easy there, you're okay, Red, Raph's gotcha.. you're fine.."
gentle hands wiggled under my arms and lifted me from my spot in the tub, holding me like a wet kit, before he stole my spot. I almost began growling again, how dare he steal my spot?, before i was placed slowly in his lap facing him.
A large, gentle hand began to smooth my fur, softly pushing it back down, as another hand cupped my face. His thumb moved to push away tears and smooth fur there too. My thoughts stopped their spiraling as i finally processed everything.
'This is, was, my boyfriend, sitting in his bathtub with me, trying to soothe me from.. whatever that whole ordeal was, and somehow not mad at me..'
As if he could hear the question in my head, he began to speak. "It's not your fault, Red. Nobody's mad at you, I'm not mad at you. And I'm not scared of you either, I can practically see you thinking it, and you've gotta know that I'm not scared of you. I don't think i ever will be scared of you a day in my life. what happened out there wasn't your fault, you're gonna be okay.. it's all gonna be okay.." as if my sobbing rubbed off on him, Raph started to tear up too.
I practically threw myself into his plastron, clinging tightly to him as the, now dry, sobs wracked my body. His hand that had been cupping my face was now gently sitting on the back of my head while that hand that'd been essentially petting me never stopped it's work. Our crying dyed down after what felt like forever, but neither of us dared to move for a while longer.
"a-are you gonna l-leave me?" i asked with a wobbly voice, still on the teetering edge of crying again.
"what? no! of course I'm not leaving you Red!" his voice was almost offended i asked, but somehow pitying too.
"b-but-" i wanted to argue that he should. I'm as dangerous as they claimed, I'll only hurt.
"uh-uh, no buts. I'm not leaving and that's final." i was pulled tighter into his plastron as the petting stopped. "i won't go unless you want me to, and even then I'll always be here for you. capishce?" the hold softened as he leaned back, trying to get a good look at my face.
".. capishce."
comfortable silence fell once again l, just until i could breathe right and stopped shaking, before he spoke again.
"Do you wanna get cleaned up and try again?"
"mm-mm", i hummed while shaking my head no against his chest.
"why not, Red?"
".. they hate me."
"oh Red.. they don't hate you-"
"yes they do! you heard what they said, you saw how- how scared Leo looked when I yelled!"
"they don't hate you Red. They don't. please, trust me. they don't hate you, we can try this again and get it right this time. if it doesn't work out then I won't force it, but i think you all might've just gotten off on the wrong foot."
".. okay"
i slowly worked to separate myself from him as he stood up, helping me up in the process. I squeezed my eyes closed and turned on the light. and when I reopened them holy shit it was bad.
eyeliner and mascara made black tear tracks through pale fur, most of my cheek fluff was laying flat and wet, my nose was running a little and when i glanced at Raph it only made me laugh a little. his plastron had a big wet spot right in the middle of it, complete with mascara smears.
Raph almost immediately brightened at my laughter and began laughing too. "gods we look stupid," i managed to get out between breathes, "so what's the plan, tiger?"
"whatever you wanna do, love. we can go to your place, or stay here or whatever."
"... can I get changed into pyjamas before we try again? please?"
Raph took a minute to jokingly inspect my outfit before agreeing. my knees were itchy from the tear soaked jeans and my shirt felt a lil too tight around my neck right now to be comfortable.
Somehow i hadn't realized the duffel Raph had brought with him and set on the toilet, maybe because he was standing infront of it but whatever. I walked behind him to the bag and got changed in the shower. the shorts and tank top were comfortable, but thank god i brought makeup wipes.
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The second meeting was much better, but not a perfect success. Donnie didn't mind me much anymore, but Leo still seemed to hate me a lil. That was fine, I could live with that, It was my fault.
Everyone was settled back in the living room, ready for a different movie. a vote was held and, after a lot of yelling, Piss in Boots; The Last Wish was chosen. Raph and I volunteered to go make new popcorn and dipped within the first 5 minutes.
It was not just popcorn. there were drinks for each person, and pop tarts for Donnie and Mikey, and fruit for Mikey, and applesauce for Leo, and chocolate for the humans, and dry ramen noodles for Splinter and Raph.
"You want anything specific, love?" Raph asked, his back to me as he leaned to reach the top of a cabinet while i dropped into a crouch to gather drinks from the cooler.
"I'm okay! thanks though!" I lied through my teeth, I'd done enough, i would be good anyways. I apparently got caught eyeing the ramen and fruit though.
"mhm.. sure." another ramen packet was added to the pile and another handful of fruit was thrown into the bowl.
the food was hauled back to the living room, and my skills from being a waiter set in. i had 2 drinks in each hand, caught between my fingers in a odd way, and two bowls balanced on each arm, one popcorn and one fruit. somehow nothing fell. I actually got a little applause out of Mikey and a laugh from somewhere in the room.
By the time everyone had their snacks we were, like, 20 mins into the movie. everyone was content and, after delivering the go go squeeze and a pepsi to Leo he even seemed to mellow out a bit. everyone was happy and fine, it would all be okay. especially if Raph would get the stupid mascara off his plastron. (whish he totally failed to do in the bathroom, by the way!) Mikey passed fruit around with the popcorn and, apparently, nobody ate it except Donnie, April and I, everyone else was too focused on the movie or their own snacks.
comfortable and safe, I leaned over to April and asked "psst, what'd we miss?"
"ohh okay! so, basically"..
#ignore any spelling mistakes its 2:50 am over here 😭😭#rottmnt#rise of the tmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt raph#rise raph#raph x reader#raphael x reader#rise raph x reader#rise raphael x reader#tmnt x reader#rottmnt x reader#hurt/comfort#angst#fluff#rottmnt angst#rottmnt april#rottmnt mikey#rottmnt leo#rottmnt donnie#rottmnt splinter#rottmnt draxum#rottmnt big mama#gender neutral s/o#my writing
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🖤 wip wednesday 🖤
using the same layout as wip weekend's post and, again, i'm gonna bend the rules a bit and list the fics that i do want to work on
tagged by the wonderful, stupendous, amazing cj: @scoops-stevie
♡ rules ♡
♥ In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names. ♥ Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post! ♥ After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share. ♥ That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!
♡ wips ♡
♥ batter up! ♥ greatest hits ♥ for the bit ♥ fade to black ♥ awkward office au (came to me in a dream, it'll be short i swear)
♡ snippet ♡
Six months ago, Eddie accidentally fucked a coworker.
Well. Accidentally might be a stretch. It was after the office holiday party. Jameson was involved.
The guy just looked so fucking cute in that stupid little Santa hat, okay? Like, what was Eddie supposed to do - leave him alone? When he had that bitchy little glare plastered to his face all night and kept finding Eddie’s eyes across the rented ballroom?
Please, it was like kismet. They couldn’t not find their way into each other’s orbit and then up to Eddie’s hotel room at the end of the night.
From what Eddie remembers about it… the sex had been pretty good. A drunken bad idea, sure, but good nonetheless.
And yeah, okay, Eddie gets it - don’t shit where you eat, don’t fuck your coworkers, yadda yadda yadda. But listen. When the coworker in question is Steve Harrington, with his stupid hair and his stupid pastel polo shirts and his ugly pleated khakis, there’s really… no other choice. Eddie had to fuck him.
And now, here it is six months after the fact, and Steve Harrington is pretending for all the world that it never happened.
And see, Eddie just can’t fucking have that.
tagging more for visibility than anything, no pressure, i know we pass these things around every week: @steves-strapcollection ♡ @patchworkgargoyle ♡ @mylilplanet ♡ @legitcookie ♡ @nburkhardt ♡ @matchingbatbites ♡ @outpastthebrakers ♡ @hotluncheddie ♡ @starryeyedjanai ♡ @sharpbutsoft
#wip wednesday#bee's blurbs#steddie#im at work for the next 8 hours but pls send me lots and lots xo :3
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Blood On Set
Being an actor isn’t easy. I’d like to act full time but right now working the night shift at my local Wal-Mart is what pays… part of the bills. I got three roommates to afford my apartment, we all bond on the impossible dream of catching our big break in the MCU.
Frankly I was through the moon when I finally got called back to do some work as one of the main characters in an indie film. Up until then, all my ‘acting’ skill was as an extra or a dead body and I was dying to actually show what I could do, you know? I wasn’t gonna get paid well but this could’ve been a stepping stone to greater things.
Shooting was to take place over two weeks. I was to play Seth Taylor, childhood friend to the main character who always wanted something a little more but never had the nerve. Plotline was basic, college girl was being stalked by an unknown figure who may or may not be supernatural, turns out it’s a group of satanists who need to sacrifice her on the new moon to achieve their sinister goals.
The night before shooting began all of us actors had drinks together. It was great getting to know each other. The star of the show was Abby, and I don’t really believe in love at first sight… but I believe in instant chemistry. And I knew off the bat Abby and I were compatible. She had this spark, this love for life and for acting. She’d already gotten a few small roles, even a guest role on a TV show as the victim of the week. I never felt so immediately comfortable around someone else.
Got to meet a few other people too, Geoffrey, who was going to be Abby’s boyfriend/first victim of the movie. He had one of those big laughs that could get a bit grating after a while, but he was nice enough. Liberty, who was going to be Abby’s best gal friend, she had such a morbid sense of humor and had us laughing all night. Ricky, CJ, Garrett, all gonna be various cult members, and Colin, the cult leader. I wasn’t really sure about the casting of Colin, he seemed so quiet, but I realized quite quickly when he stood up why he was cast- dude was nearly seven feet tall. I’m fucking five foot four, I had to crane my neck up to see his face.
Our director/writer/producer was Duncan Turner. He seemed pretty nice, a bit nervous, but nice. Clearly had a boner for Abby, he couldn’t tell her no to anything. I tried to tell him I was a trans man, he seemed to be trying to avoid the subject, then Abby brings up the idea of working that into my character’s backstory and he immediately grabbed his copy of the script to start scribbling in new lines.
Yeah, it was clear this was his first movie, but frankly I didn’t care. This was the first time I had a role with more than two lines. I was pumped.
First two days of shooting went off perfectly. Despite my initial doubts about Colin, he came right into the role of the disturbing cult leader Damion. And although the script was a little cliché, a little ridiculous, it was still fun.
It was fun. Until things got… weird. And by weird I mean someone got killed.
It was day three. We mostly used Duncan’s old college as a set, and we were filming the scene where Abby’s character Nancy is being chased around a theater all set up for a college production of The Phantom of the Opera. What was meant to happen was I was supposed to trip CJ and we were supposed to run off while he was stunned.
What happened was, I tripped CJ, I heard the sound of something cracking, and I looked up just in time for a giant fucking spotlight to come crashing down. CJ opened his eyes just in time for it to squash his head like a grape. Blood and head gore exploded everywhere, covering me, Abby, and the set around us.
I threw up. Duncan screamed bloody murder. Abby just stared at CJ’s twitching body.
Yeah, holy shit. I’ve never seen a dead body outside of a funeral before and uh… yeah, had a lot to talk about with my therapist that week.
It was just an accident, of course. No one was up there. Something was a little loose, and CJ was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. That was our third take of that scene, I was declared not responsible for CJ’s death. And uh, we marched on with filming.
Yeah, it’s cold, and I probably should’ve jumped ship then. But we only had so much time we were allowed to film at the college and Duncan invested a lot of his own money into this movie. Not to mention if I did leave, I’d forfeit my paycheck. We managed to reshoot the scene with Garrett and at the parking lot instead. Granted, Garrett nearly got hit by a goddamn car because some dumb bitch was driving drunk instead of taking an Uber, but he dodged it last second.
I should’ve known the shoot was cursed though. Like nothing as bad as CJ happened until the last day, but things were always off. Garrett kept showing up drunk and ended up breaking his ankle. Thankfully he’d already shot all his scenes but Jesus Christ dude, it’s still work. Ricky just stopped showing up, fucked off to god knows where. Geoffrey cut his arm really bad during his murder scene and it got infected. One of our dude extras got a little creepy with Liberty and she ended up breaking his nose. I could go on. Not to mention I started having some really fucked up nightmares.
I’d always struggled with nightmares. My combo of meds make my dreams super fucking vivid, but this was different. I swore I was really there when I dreamed that Garrett’s feet were getting sawed off. Or when worms and maggots started crawling out of Geoffrey’s cut arm, silencing his screams when they all filled his mouth and choked him to death. Just. Really fucked up shit.
I spent a lot of time with Abby to distract me from all the weird shit going on. We’d have drinks at her place, we’d talk everything from our acting dreams to the name of our favorite Neopet when we were kids. God, I could’ve talked about anything with her. I felt so safe and comfortable around her.
Maybe I should’ve picked up quicker that nearly all our male extras bailed. Or just didn’t turn up. There was something very wrong with this shoot and it’s on me that I didn’t realize something was wrong.
Last day. Last shoot. Final scene. Seth was going to save Nancy from being sacrificed by Damion, and we’d kill him together. It was originally going to be shot in Duncan’s basement, but the morning of I got a text, saying Abby was going to pick me up and that things had changed.
She arrived about an hour from sundown, already in costume judging by the fake blood all over her t-shirt. I jumped in the car and asked what was up.
“Colin has a better basement, more space for camera junk and stuff. Duncan was totally cool with it and will meet us there. Apparently it’ll be a one take deal, so you think you can do it?”
I gave a double thumbs up. Abby smiled, my heart melted, and she offered me a bottle of water. So my throat wouldn’t be dry during shoots.
I didn’t realize I was drugged until I was almost asleep, and of course by then it was too late.
I woke up tied to a chair, some sort of cloth stuffed in my mouth to gag me. The room was completely dark and smelled like rotting meat. In front of me, I saw Duncan laying on the floor, his head was bleeding but I heard him groan. I wondered why the hell he wasn’t getting up but then I saw the pools of blood around his hands and feet.
He’d been nailed to the goddamn floor.
When Abby walked into sight it hit me like a sledgehammer that the blood on her shirt probably wasn’t fake.
She waved her hand and candles all around the room lit up. I would’ve screamed if I could’ve, but all I could do was stare in horror at the bodies nailed to all the walls. Garrett, Ricky, CJ’s headless body, all the other extras that stopped showing up, other guys I didn’t recognize. All of them were dead with their chests ripped open.
Abby came beside me and tested the ropes on my wrists to make sure they were secure. “You comfortable? They aren’t too tight or anything?” She asked.
I stared at her, I couldn’t believe this was happening. Abby nodded before removing the gag. “Right, sorry. Can’t talk while gagged.”
I swallowed all the spit in my mouth before I said, “Why are you doing this?”
“Because he needs it. Otherwise he’ll die. And I won’t let my boyfriend die. You’re just here so you have an alibi, so it’s not pinned on you. Cuz I really like you, Logan. And I’m sorry you have to witness this, but if it gets too much, just close your eyes. I had to at first too.”
I was going to ask why the hell her ‘boyfriend’ needed something when I realized something was hanging from the ceiling that was not another body.
It crawled down one of the walls, its unnaturally long limbs jointed in three different places. It had six arms and four legs, and was naked. Each of its pale fingers ended in an inch long claw. It was the most inhuman thing I have ever seen.
But its head was human, even if its neck was almost two feet long. Colin’s head. Colin’s head was on this thing’s body, and as it looked up at me I swear its eyes looked hungry. Abby patted its shoulder and shook her head. “Leave him alone, babe. He’s my friend,” She said.
Colin looked at her before bobbing its head up and down and it scrambled over to the awakening Duncan.
“Wha… what’s going on…” Duncan’s eyes fluttered open as Colin’s head hovered above his own. His face went white. “Oh- oh my god, what the f-”
One of Colin’s limbs shot forward and its claws unzipped Duncan’s chest like a winter jacket, his guts spilling out everywhere. Duncan’s scream will never leave me. Colin’s mouth opened, revealing a mouthful of janky sharp teeth before he bit into Duncan’s guts, I think I saw him pull out an intestine before I listened to Abby and closed my eyes.
Duncan didn’t scream for much longer, but the chewing and swallowing sounds were impossible to block out. When it was all quiet, I finally opened my eyes. Duncan’s torso was hollowed out, his eyes staring lifelessly at the ceiling.
Colin looked normal again, just your average guy. Abby patted his back, kissed his gore covered cheek, and he walked upstairs. She looked at me and I had to ask one more thing:
“What the hell are you two?”
Abby laughed quietly.
“I’m a witch. And as for Colin… he’s… unknown.”
With that, she walked upstairs and out of my life.
The cops came soon enough, I guess Duncan’s screams carried enough, or maybe Abby called them. I was taken to the hospital and thankfully I was just considered a victim that these two crazy motherfuckers hadn’t gotten around to. There was twelve bodies in that basement.
Maybe Abby cursed the shoot herself, maybe it was just never meant to go right. Either way, Abby and Colin are gone, and I don’t think I’ll ever see them again. If I’m quiet for too long I swear I can hear that chewing echoing in my ears.
I did get paid though. Dunno by who considering how very not alive Duncan is, but I just got the money wired into my account today.
I guess Abby didn’t want my time wasted on what probably would’ve been an okay movie, had not most of the cast got murdered and eaten by her boyfriend.
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First DG makes me watch a Babyface MJF match, now he's gonna make me have to watch a Miro match?? 😩
#Miro is one of those wrestlers I simply Do Not Get#Every time I try to watch his matches I am bored to tears#But...if anyone can make it somewhat entertaining for me it's DG#And I lowkey hate this storyline with CJ#Where the whole thing is ''GRRRR Why isn't my sex object wife doing what I - her husband - want? This is ridiculous!#How dare she make her own decisions and do something independently of her man? That's now what women are supposed to do! GRRRRRRR!!''#But I swear to god if this somehow results in CJ telling her caveman husband to fuck off so she can go be Daniel's sugar mama#I will LAUGH hysterically and this will become my favourite storyline ever#Like obviously that ain't gonna happen but it's funny in my head so#DG to Miro: ''So since I call your wife 'mommy' does that make you my da -''#Miro: *seethes in cuckold-driven rage* *strangles Daniel*#CJ: ''Yeah that's not gonna work - he's into that.''
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My predictions, because I have some batshit crazy ideas:
Beneath a cut, because. Well. You know how much I ramble.
Zero Hour
Yuta vs. Hook - Hook wins, but Yuta beats the shit out of him at the end of it. Danhausen comes out to make the save, but Yuta beats him up. And then Danhausen challenges for the Pure Rules title.
Willow vs. Kris - ONLY IN WRESTLING CAN AN OTP FIGHT EACH OTHER. Stokeley is gonna corrupt Kris against Willow, but not until the women's tag belts are announced will he make his final move. Stokeley, secretly working in the background for the Renegade Twins, will unleash his final blow right before the finals of the women's tag titles tournament, causing Staturday Nightingale to lose, and triggering a full on battle between the two of them, likely culminating in match for the women's world title (RoH, probably.)
20 Man Battle Royal - Okay. I got 3 ideas: Sara's dream book, the best story, and what likely will happen.
Sara's Dream Book: Bucks and Hanger come back. Bucks sabotage everybody else to get Hanger to almost win, then Hanger steps back and lets someone else win but leisurely jumping over the top rope when it's him vs. the other person. "I'm above this championship," he says, taking the mic during the other person's celebration. Offical Superdick Party debut, official heel turn, official idiots.
The Best Story: Only 19 people are in or around the ring. Toward the end, a guy in a hoodie, with his face slightly obscured, shows up. It's Jack Perry. He wins, and cashes in the "any time" clause during the Christian vs. Copeland match.
What Likely Will Happen: Midcardapalooza. A very fun, non champion level person like Komander, AR Fox, Kip Sabian, or Andretti win to create a fun flippy match with the winner of Copeland vs. Christian that they will ultimately lose.
Main Card
Eight Man tag (Jericho/Sammy/Darby/Sting vs. Ricky/Bill/Takeshita/Hobbes) - I really. Look. Lot's of stuff about this match is convoluted. It's mean to take the place of the tag belts, which I understand, but they should have bitten the bullet, dropped the Jericho/Golden Jets story completely, and provided a title chance to an actual tag team.
Eight man tag (Bryan/Claudio/Mark/Danny vs. Lethal/White/Rush/Brody) - I think the BCC and friends win, but I think this may lead to Danny being inducted into the BCC. Otherwise this match is kind of weird. However, it means that everyone in the C2 got a match on the pay-per-view, and I like that.
Andrade vs. Miro - Look I KNOW it's all about Miro's redemption or whatever, but he's pissing me off lately and I want Andrade to win to show that CJ's management is effective. But I also think it could be cool for Andrade to lose, to show that a lack of CJ's management causes him weakness. It could develop a more introspective story of talent vs influence that could be approached by both Miro and Andrade in different directions. But it's wrestling, so I doubt the nuance necessary for the storyline would be possible.
Swerve vs. Dustin - Yeah sorry Dustin. Swerve is gonna KILL you. Super sad to hear about Keith's injury. This match was going to absolutely BANG and him being unable to finish this storyline is a heartache.
Julia vs. Abadon - SPOOKY SHENANIGANS! I hope Skye gets out there and she and Julia do some MK Ultra tag level nonsense. Give me shenanigans. Give me lesbians. I love it.
Copeland vs. Christian - You already saw my idea for Perry, but here I think Copeland wins by pulling unexpected allies out of his back pocket.
Eddie vs. Mox - EDDIE BETTER FUCKING WIN THIS. He deserves to be a three belt holder, to hold up RoH, to continue his work. Mox may be my first AEW love, but Eddie. Eddie deserves it.
Toni vs. Riho - Mariah May shenanigans result in a Toni win, but perhaps Riho has an original in the wings waiting to save her. Crossing my fingers for a Jamie return PLEASE.
MJF vs. Samoa Joe - Joe wins. MJF is injured, shit goes down, the Devil and his goons interfere, and Joe is our new World Champion. We also, we gotta, reveal the Devil.
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Thinking about a "We Gull Way Back" AU, where Calico Jack is a bit less "pirates don't have friends," just enough that when he shows up to the Revenge, he realizes Ed is practically in love with this weird poncy fucker named Steve(sp?), and since he doesn't want to be a total killjoy buzzkill loser, he lies tells Ed that he came to warn him that Izzy had sold Stede out (and Ed by proxy) and that they needed to stay the fuck away from Blind Man's Cove.
Stede, while initially off-put by CJ's boorishness and his own jealousy, instantly warms to him by quite a bit, and realizing this could be an opportunity to get to know Ed better, he decides to participate in some of the activities CJ sets up for the crew. CJ agrees, since both Ed and Izzy are obviously but differently obsessed with the guy and he wants to know what the fuss is about. This leads to an interaction that goes something like this:
Stede: (makes bitchy comment in response to something Jack says)
CJ: Oh ho! Kitten's got claws. Ed! Your guy's funny! You didn't tell me he was funny!
Stede: (bashful) Oh, I'm not...
CJ: Oh come on. You made me laugh! (murmurs just so Stede can hear) But now, I'm wondering what other sounds you could get me to make.
Stede: (brain stops working. Sorry Ed, you had so many chances to be Stede's indisputable gay awakening and you blew it.)
Ed, of course, sees something just went down between them and now he's jealous as hell. CJ can tell Ed is jealous, which is fucking hilarious, because the two of them are like, in love, it's so disgusting, ugh. But Stede is oblivious and Ed is too worried about fucking up to do anything about it, so Jack decides to intervene. He figures if he can get them together, Blackbeard will owe him another favor.
Jack, of course, decides to do this in the most sideways way possible, which is to rope the two of them into a threesome.
CJ: You think he's a virgin?
Ed: (blank stare)
CJ: Nah, bet he went to boarding school--they get into all sorts of freaky shit at boarding school.
Ed: uh...
CJ: Anyway, I still want you to help me get Annie and Mark back, but I figure before I go, I try your Gentleman Pirate on for size, yeah?
Ed: Yeah, no, I don't think, uh...Don't think that would be a good idea.
CJ: Why not.
Ed: ...he's got crabs.
CJ: Like that's ever stopped ol' CJ before. Whatever, we can--
Ed: Or, sorry, not crabs, he's got...a wife.
CJ: Still not seeing the problem, man. Hey, you wanna join? I'm guessing he's a top--hey, we could spitroast ya! How about that?
Ed: (didn't know he wanted that until just now) Um...okay.
CJ: Cool. Leave it to your buddy Jack. I'll set it up.
Somehow, he gets Stede to agree to this. I'm not sure how. Anyway, they spitroast Ed, CJ comes down Ed's throat, and realizing the sex is about to get *emotional* (Why tf did he suggest Ed be the one in the middle? Oh, right, this was part of his gay (derogatory) matchmaking plan. Ed really is gonna owe him one for this), he decides to bounce.
The sequel is Ed and Stede taking CJ to his ship and helping him woo Anne and Mark/Mary Cyrano-style. It only barely works and not in any way anyone assumed it would.
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Fluffy February Day 19 || Vacation
pairing: josh x donna
wordcount: 412
contains: cursing
“Why didn’t we come to Hawaii during the campaign?” Donna asks rhetorically as she rolls over to face Josh in their cabana.
“We drew the short straws and got stuck with the candidate,” Josh deadpans back, and she throws her head back in a laugh, catching the smile he’s trying to hide out of the corner of her eye.
“Josh,” Donna starts, looking down at him over her sunglasses.
“Yeah?” He says.
“I’m glad you brought me here, but I’m more glad that you came to begin with. That you listened to Sam and stepped away.”
Josh sighs. “I wasn’t that bad—”
“No, you were, Joshua. And that was only the beginning of the cyclone. Speaking as someone who’s watched you spin out of control and has picked up the wreckage afterwards,” she reminds him, solidly holding his eye contact even as her heart pounds in her chest.
He draws in another deep breath. “I was getting bad, yeah. I’ll do better,” he relents.
“We’re already on our second chance, Josh. If we fuck it up this time, I don’t know how I’m going to handle living in the same city as you, and I can’t go back to Wisconsin,” she pleads with him.
“I know, Donna,” he says, and he means it. “I don’t want to fuck it up. We aren’t going to fuck it up, I promise,” he assures her, reaching for her hand and stroking his thumb over her knuckles. “If anything happens, you can have custody of DC. I’ll move back to Connecticut.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Donna rolled her eyes goodnaturedly. “The country needs you far more than it needs me.”
“The President was ready to fire me if I didn’t take this vacation, so clearly he doesn’t think so,” Josh reminded her. “Sam would do a good job. Or CJ, if we could get her back. I could teach at Yale.”
“They’re all stuck-up conservatives at Yale,” Donna counters.
“I graduated from Yale,” he reminds her.
“So I’m half right,” she shrugs, and he laughs, rolling over again so he can lay on his stomach and sling an arm over her midsection.
“This is all moot, right? Because we’re gonna put in the work, and be in this for the long haul. And I’ll probably fuck it up on occasion, but I will always be very very sorry. So we’re gonna figure it out?”
“We’re starting to, I think,” Donna agrees, running her fingers through his hair.
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Look what I found! CJ’s lost and everyone’s panicking! (and it’s a great excuse to shove Sea Three on the Isle of the Doomed a bit if I ever continue writing)
„Uma!“ the doors fly open as Harry barges into the Chipp Shoppe, his voice just at the verge of breaking, „Uma–“
She sets down whatever pitiful excuse for a meal she was carrying and snarls at the customer that would complain it was not his order, as if she ever cared. Especially now, can’t he see?
She takes barely two steps towards her first mate before he is standing in front of her, wringing his hook in his hands as his eyes shine in distress.
„I can’t find CJ–“ he has the good decency not to shout for all restaurant to hear, though gods know how long that’s gonna last, and she doesn’t need him causing a scene in the open. So she silences him with but a gesture – his jaw clicks audibly into place – and leads him outside, only pausing to ask Desiree to cover her shift for a bit. She doesn’t have anything better to do anyway.
Within moments, they stand in an alley behind the restaurant, dark and damp and entirely unpleasant, but with the Lost Revenge emblem shining brightly on one wall. It’s awful and even downright nasty in there, but it’s home.
And so Uma turns around to face her first mate once more, this time with less nosy audience at least.
„What’s wrong?“ she asks.
He answers just as before („I can’t find CJ…“) and squeezes his hook in all the wrong ways. Uma gently peels away his fingers from the sharp weapon and quickly checks if he didn’t manage to injure himself yet; then she squeezes his hand in her own and doesn’t let go. (No one is watching.)
„I can’t find her anywhere, I’ve looked everywhere, I swear, and it has been too long already and Harriet hasn’t seen her either and Freddie Facilier is also missing–“
Uma doesn’t know how to answer, though she knows CJ went missing, of course. So she only holds his hand and draws circles on his skin and hums so he’d tell her more.
„I’ve looked everywhere, Uma!“ His voice rises and when she looks up at him, she sees that his irises are bleeding red.
„I can’t stand it, what if something happened to her? What if something happened to her, Uma?“
„She is fine, your sister is crafty, Harry, I can’t imagine anything what could take her <i> and </i> Freddie. She is alright, she is just hiding somewhere because she feels like it. Maybe she just forgot how time works again, it wouldn’t be the first time…“
„No, Uma, no–“ he cries out, „What if she went to the Isle of the Doomed?“
„The what?“
„Isle of the Doomed!“
„I don’t know what that is, Harry,“ Uma must control her voice so she doesn’t yell at him impatiently, she wouldn’t help things at all.
„Tell me what that is.“
It takes her a moment to piece together what he is rambling about, even as he clearly tries to be as coherent as possible, which is not saying much right now. But it is enough: He just heard about the Isle from Dizzy Tremaine, of all people, and she heard from Celia Facilier – yeah, Uma lost the thread there a bit.
Nevertheless, Harry is convinced that his little sister heard of the forbidden island and immediately decided to go take a look, which, yes, it does sound like her. And it could be very plausible to get stuck on that horrible place with no way out, wouldn’t it now? And what if something happened to her?
„Hey,“ Uma interrupts him, „We’re gonna check, okay? We’re gonna check and find her, if she’s there.“
„What if she isn’t?“
Uma doesn’t know how to answer, and he doesn’t ask again; they stand in silence for a moment.
„We’re gonna check first,“ says Uma finally. If anything, searching is better than doing nothing, everything is better than uncertainty.
„We sail as soon as the crew is ready.“
He nods once and flickers his eyes around the alley, looking if they’re still alone, though who would dare interrupt them?
Finding it satisfactory, he leans in for a hug, which Uma is all too happy to reciprocate. His arms close around her and her fingers slip into his hair just for a moment. They just hold each other for several long breaths, until Uma leans away:
„Go get the crew ready, Harry,“ she tells him. His lips split in a parody of a smile as he says „aye,“ and cocks his head a bit; then he lets go of her and stalks away, fast and heavy steps, hook at the ready, clear purpose in mind. Good.
When she walks into the restaurant, Harry is already at the center, at the little podium. His hook in his hand, the red cloak flaring, and eyes burning with fire.
„Come on, you wharf rats, to the ship.“
He makes a rather fearsome image, doesn't he? Her first mate.
„We sail soon, on the Captain's orders-“
Uma nods at her crewmates who look at her for reassurance.
„-And I want the ship ready in thirty minutes, so move, move, everyone!“
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