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Staff Meeting
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters: Elizabeth Weir, Radek Zelenka, Evan Lorne, Rodney McKay, Laura Cadman, Chuck Campbell, John Sheppard, David Parrish
Rating: T
Word Count: 1005
Tags: Microbrew AU, beer, vague implied cannabis use, brewing, ficlet
Summary: Just another weekly staff meeting at Atlantis Brewing Co.
Notes:
Prompt: by @colonelshepparrrrd | inspired by my favorite photo of David Nykl:
"Hipster AU where they all work at a microbrewery."
Setting: Portland, Oregon.
Pronunciation: Gose (GOHZ-uh.)
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“Could I have everyone's attention please?” Elizabeth said as she made her way to the front of the room.
Laura turned from her conversation with Radek to head toward her chair. The bespectacled man looked back down at his journal and scribbled in it. Rodney came in from the back room with his clipboard and slumped next to Radek, tilting slightly to read his notes. Evan came out of the office followed by Chuck holding a stack of papers, the two of them sitting. They all settled down and looked up at her before turning toward the sound of light snoring. Laura sniggered and kicked the side of John’s chair, the man jerking upright, barely saving his shades from falling off his face.
“I’m up, I’m up.” He said.
Elizabeth smiled in amusement. “Thank you. I am happy to inform everyone that Evan has secured a spot for us at The Oregon Brewers Festival!” She waved her hand toward Evan as everyone started clapping. The man smiled bashfully as he moved up next to her. “Take it away Evan.” She said before sitting next to Chuck.
“Now, I know we tend to go huckleberry this time of year, but with the festival coming, David and I are thinking about doing something different.” He looked around at everyone. “Rose hips.” He held his hands up at the mummers, “Listen, it’s native, and it has a very subtle sweet flavor." He smiled warmly. "I think it would be a nice change." He shrugged. "Maybe a pilsner?”
“No,” Radek looked up from his journal and leaned back in his chair. “it should be sour beer.” He tilted his head, “Something like-”
Rodney snapped his fingers, “Gose.”
“Ah, yes.” Radek nodded. “We will use Brettanomyces yeast.” He leaned back chewing lightly on his thumb, elbow resting on his other forearm. “Hm. But-”
“-We need another flavor.” Rodney cut in, his face screwing up slightly.
Evan’s eyebrow lifted, “What kind?”
Radek twirled his hand around, “Fresh, citrusy.” He rolled his eyes at the sharp look Rodney shot him, “But not citrus.”
Evan grinned, “Like some local douglas fir tips?”
Radek tilted his head, “I am unfamiliar.”
“Oh, man,” Laura moaned. “I had a doug fir pale ale at Zwicklemania,” she smacked her lips, “it would be perfect.”
“Well, this settles it.” Radek pointed at her, “Who am I to argue with our top taster?”
Laura’s lips quirked up, eyes shining happily.
Rodney groaned, “Yes, please give her an even bigger ego.” Everyone turned and looked at him with arched brows. Rodney grimaced, “What!?”
Evan chuckled. “Cool, David and I will get everything worked out from our end.” His eyes moved to John, “We could use a hand, you down?”
John shrugged. “You know me,” his lips curled up head tilting, “I’m down for anything.”
“Yeah, we know,” Rodney said, followed by a few sounds of amusement from Laura and a snort from Radek.
Evan sat back down next to Elizabeth as Chuck bounded up with his stack of papers. “As usual, let me know if anything is off for deliveries or if your schedules need to be changed.” He squinted at Laura as she took hers, “NOT at the last minute.”
She shot him a sly smile. “I would never.”
“Seriously?” Chuck sent her his best bitch face before sitting back down.
Everyone groaned as Rodney stood and moved to the front of the room. “Alright, you clowns, listen up.” He looked down at his clipboard. "Quit smoking in the downstairs bathroom." He rolled his eyes. "It smells like a Bob Marley concert down there." He flicked them to the side, "Looking at you Sheppard."
John tilted his head, glancing over his shades. "I don't know what you're talking about Rodney."
Rodney slanted his mouth. "Uh-huh, sure you don't.” His eyes slid to Laura, "and do I even need to say it out loud?”
She quirked her lips. “Jealous?
Rodney rolled his eyes skyward, "Knock it off, or I'll have to take drastic measures."
"Fine," she shrugged. "Still say you're jealous."
"Jesus Christ." Rodney's ears turned red as he looked at Chuck, the man freezing, eyes wide.
“We know you’re the one who started the rumor.”
Chuck swallowed, “W-which rumor?”
“Well, that distinction doesn’t really matter considering you start,” Rodney slit his eyes, “ALL OF THEM.”
Chuck pressed his lips together, crossed his arms, and leaned back before shrugging lightly.
“No more.” Rodney made a pained noise as Chuck shrugged again. “Anyways,” he ground out before looking at Radek. “We still need to talk about-”
“Yes,” Radek grimaced. “This new batch, measurements were off.”
Rodney shook his head. “My measurements were perfect, it’s the pick of flavors that really caused-”
“No, measurements were off, the beer is only-”
“As good as the brewer," Rodney mocked using finger quotes, "yes, we have heard it a quintillion times already.”
Elizabeth made an amused face at the others and stood, brushed off her pants, and headed toward the office. Evan and Chuck followed closely behind.
Radek pushed his glasses up his nose. “Well, then you know that-”
“-No, It’s completely salvageable, we make it cheap, slap some-”
Radek stood, his hand slashed through the air, “it will never be sold.” He curled his lip. “I will not sully our name with shit beer.”
“Come on Radek, we can’t just scrap the whole thing. It’s not even that bad.”
John tilted toward Laura and pointed at his watch, eyebrows raising several times. Laura smiled slyly, the two of them heading downstairs.
Radek’s nose scrunched up, “It tastes like donkey piss.”
“Oh? Are you very familiar with this flavor?” Rodney said, “I didn’t know donkey piss was a Czech delicacy.”
“Rodney," Radek intoned.
He huffed, “Alright, fine.” He pulled a pen out and crossed it off his list. “Done, scrapped, no more.” His hand waved around, “Happy now?”
“Quite,” Radek nodded. “Now. Let’s talk about-”
“-The Gose?” A lopsided smile split across Rodney's face.
Radek grinned back, his dimple popping out. “Of course the Gose.”
#microbrew AU#Atlantis Brewing Co#beer#brewing#cannabis#sga#stargate atlantis#Elizabeth Weir#Rodney McKay#Evan Lorne#Radek Zelenka#Laura Cadman#John Sheppard#David Parrish mention#twotalesff#fanfic
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‘Discipline’
!!!TW CHILD ABUSE AND TRANSPHOBIA!!!
Liam's brothers had always taken the brunt of their father's ‘Discipline’ ; he had only gotten the worst of it a few times.
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The first time he got ‘Punished’ was when he was six. It was the first time after the divorce that he and his brothers were staying with their father for longer than a day.
He remembers hearing Cam shouting, "He's a kid, don't do this, please!" and his father responding with shouts and a thrown plate in Cam's general direction.
He remembers being placed in the freezer in the basement and punching the walls to try and get out.
He remembers crying so hard he passed out. He remembers waking up and crying some more. He remembers his father telling him not to tell his mom or anyone really.
He remembers Camden and Jordan comforting him and cleaning the blood off of his hands.
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The second time it happened, he was almost seven, and it was after he stood up for Jordan because his father had told JJ that he'd never be a boy.
He remembers this time more than the first.
He remembers his brothers crying for their father to put him down. He remembers being put in the freezer. He remembers punching the side so hard he broke his hand. He remembers passing out because of the pain.
He remembers getting out of the freezer and Cam driving him to the hospital while their father was at work.
He remembers Dr. Geyer calling their mom. He remembers his mom asking him what happened, and him almost telling her what their father does, but he also remembers what his father had said the first time this happened.
He remembers Camden telling her that he got angry and punched a wall. He remembers having to wear a cast for a few weeks.
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The third time this happened, he was seven and a half. He remembers being put in the freezer with Isaac. He remembers crying into Isaac's shoulder and asking what he had done wrong.
He remembers Isaac's voice, all shaky and scared, and hoarse. He remembers being cold and hungry and scared. He remembers Isaac starting to whisper comforting things in Gaelic because they could only speak it in secret while at their father’s house.
He remembers falling asleep to the sound of his big brother's voice.
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Another time was when he was ten, his father had been yelling at him and Isaac about how: “It was perfect when it was just your brother and sister but then you two came around.” he remembers wanting to stand up for Jordan and correct his father, but he remembers what had happened the first time he tried to and keeps his mouth shut.
He remembers his father throwing a vase at him and Isaac, and getting glass in his skin under his eye and around his mouth.
He remembers a few tears falling from his eyes as Isaac gets the glass out of his skin. He remembers Isaac whispering: “Bidh e ceart gu leòr.”* he remembers himself responding with: “A bheil thu cinnteach?”**
He remembers his father had heard them and demanded for the translation of what they said he remembers not telling him and being put in the freezer again.
He remembers going back to his mom’s house the next day, he remembers his mama and David asking why there’s scars on his face.
He remembers Isaac telling them that he fell off his bike and got some glass that was on the road under his skin.
He remembers that this was the day he swore he would never be like his father. Those scars didn’t heal when he got turned.
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A week after his father threw the vase at him and Isaac it happened again. Isaac hadn’t walked Liam to the house from school because he had gotten detention. Liam went straight to his room because their father had still been at work.
Their father got to the house before Isaac and started yelling for the two of them. When Liam went into the living room he had asked: “Where’s your brother?” not because he was worried but because he was mad. Liam had answered with: “I don’t know.” his father had known he was lying and asked again: “Where’s Isaac?” Liam looked at the ground and mumbled: “I told you, I don’t know.” he had gripped Liam by the shoulders and said: “I know you are lying to me, now, where is your brother?” just before Isaac walked in.
Liam had loosened himself from his father’s grip and ran up to Isaac, hugging him as tight as he could while trying to keep tears from falling. He had come up to the two of them and pushed Liam away from Isaac and to the ground.
Isaac was about to say something when their father said: “And where have you been?” Isaac looked at the ground and he repeated what he had said. Isaac mumbled something incoherent under his breath. Their father had asked: “What was that?” Isaac responded with: “I was in detention.” he looked pissed.
He asked: “Why were you in detention? You know you’re supposed to walk William home from school everyday.” Liam had always hated being called William. Isaac had started to say: “I’m sorry, but-” he interrupted Isaac saying: “No ‘buts’ you didn’t walk William home from school. You are at fault.”
Liam walked in between him and Isaac. He looked at Liam and said: “What are you doing, William?” Liam didn’t falter when saying: “I told Isaac I would walk home alone, so if you’re going to punish someone, punish me. I didn’t wait for him to get out of detention. It’s my fault. I lied to you, I didn’t tell you where he was." by the time Liam finished talking a few tears were falling from his eyes. He looked at Liam and said: “Go to your room William.” Liam stood still.
Their father got angrier and repeated what he had said. Liam didn’t budge. He started to yell at Liam to go to his room, Liam didn’t move an inch, however, more tears did start to fall. Isaac interrupted his father’s yelling by whispering in Liam’s ear: “Go to your room, Li. I’ll be okay.” Liam looked away from their father and turned toward Isaac who looked at him with a comforting look in his eyes so he went to his room.
He remembers hearing his father yell for him to go to his room some more until Isaac said: “He’s in his room already.” because he didn’t realize Liam had left. He remembers thinking about how Isaac shouldn’t have interrupted their father. He remembers hearing his father shout at Isaac some more before he heard the door to the basement slam shut.
He remembers hearing his father leave the house. He remembers leaving his room and going into the kitchen where there was a note on the table along with the keys to the freezer.
The note said: Let your brother out when you get hungry, William. Don’t try and make food for yourself, you’ll just burn the fucking house down like the incompetent boy you are.
He remembers ignoring the first part of the note and going to the basement and letting Isaac out immediately.
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Another time it happened was after he got fired from being the swim coach at Beacon Hills high school. Liam had been twelve and Isaac had been fourteen.
Liam remembers that his father had come back to the house late and really drunk. Liam had been in Isaac’s room reading one of his history books about the middle ages when he burst into the room yelling: “Why isn’t the kitchen clean?” and grabbed Liam’s book. Isaac answered by saying: “We cleaned it right after we ate dinner.” to which he responded with: “Oh, so you ate dinner before I got home?” Liam remembers that he didn’t like the smell coming from the man yelling at him and his big brother.
Isaac just looked at the man in front of him and calmly explained: “It was getting late, and we needed to do homework and go to bed.” Liam remembers that his father had turned to him, his book still in hand, and said: “This doesn’t look like homework.” Liam looked at him and replied with: “We’re learning about the middle ages in social studies. I just happen to already have the book that Mr. Hadley is reading from, I thought I could refresh my memory on what we’re going over, considering I have finished my homework already.” he looked at Liam with disdain and turned back towards Isaac.
Isaac visibly stiffened when his cold gaze was turned to him. Their father had just stared at him and said: “And what work are you doing? Hopefully chemistry.” Isaac stared down at his work and answered with: “I’m working on chemistry.” he looked at Isaac and asked, anything but politely: “Can I see it?” Isaac lifted up the paper and showed it to him to which he promptly yanked it from Isaac’s hand and looked over it before throwing it back down slightly crumpled and saying: “Your second answer is wrong.” Isaac looked over it in confusion and responded with: “I checked it five times and asked Ms. Sparrow if it was correct, she said it was.” he looked pissed.
Liam remembers that his father was about to start yelling at Isaac when he said: “Don’t get mad at him please.” he looked at Liam, getting close to his face, and said: “Why shouldn’t I? He talked back. He deserves it, William.” Liam looked the man in front of him dead in the eyes and said: “My name is Liam.” he looked at Liam and grabbed him by the shoulders.
Isaac stood up from his bed and walked over, trying to pull Liam away from the man in front of him. He just tightened his grip on Liam’s shoulders. Liam remembers that Isaac kept pulling and his father kept squeezing so much that it started hurting. Isaac kept trying to pull Liam away until they both fell back onto the floor.
Their father lifted them off of the ground and dragged them out of Isaac’s room, brought them down to the basement, and threw them in the freezer.
Liam remembers punching and scratching at the walls of the freezer. He remembers eventually stopping and curling into Isaac, trying to stay warm in the cold, small space. He remembers Isaac held onto him as tight as he could and whispered into his hair: “Tha mi gu math, Liam. Bidh sinn ceart gu leòr, tha mi a ' gealltainn. Gheibh sinn air falbh bhon taigh seo agus thèid Sinn Dhan Fhraing, No Alba, no àiteigin mar sin.”*** Liam just responded by tightening his grip on Isaac’s torso, crying into his arms.
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Another time it happened was when Liam was thirteen and Isaac was fifteen and at a friend's home for the night, he couldn’t have stopped Isaac either considering Isaac’s friend had insisted, and their parents had convinced him to let Isaac stay the night. Their father had gone out to a random bar like he did almost every weekend and he had gotten back to the house at ten o’clock at night. Liam had been asleep when he got there, but was woken up as soon as the door to his room burst open.
He had apparently forgotten Isaac wasn’t there and asked Liam almost immediately after he entered the room: “Where is your brother, William?” Liam looked confused so he repeated his question. Liam looked at the man in front of him and answered: “He’s at Javier’s house, remember?” he looked at Liam and yelled: “He left you home alone?” he was pissed off. Liam stayed quiet until he said: “You need to come clean up the kitchen.” Liam got up and went into the kitchen, looking around for what he hadn’t picked up when he saw the plate he had left out for his father.
Liam heard his father stumble from his room into the kitchen before he said: “Well, clean it up.” Liam turned around and told him: “It’s the leftovers from dinner, I left the plate out for you to eat because I didn’t know when you would be home." he looked at Liam and yelled: "You will listen to me, William, I am your father, now, clean up the kitchen." Liam walked over to the kitchen table, picked up the plate, and started to scrape the food into the trash can before going over to the sink to rinse the plate.
He set the plate down in the sink when he finished rinsing it and tried to go back to his room before he held up his hand and walked over to the sink picking up the plate. He stared blankly at Liam before asking: "Why didn't you wash the plate, William?" Liam was about to say something when he threw the plate at the wall next to Liam making it shatter, large shards got under his skin on his right shoulder and even on his neck as well.
He started to walk out of the kitchen, before turning towards Liam who was cowering in the corner, and saying: "Clean up this mess and then go to your room, I'm going to bed."
Liam cleaned up the glass shards and went into the hall bathroom to get the glass out of his skin and clean the blood away before going to his room and going back to sleep.
Liam remembers that he could hide the scars on his shoulder and neck for a while. He remembers his mama and Isaac had caught a glimpse of the scar on his neck after his father had died. Those scars hadn't healed when he got turned either.
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The last time it happened was the day before his father died. He had just gotten back from the store because his father had left the house as soon as the closest bar opened and told him to go to the store, leaving him some money. Isaac wasn’t there that day, he had told Liam and their father that Coach Finstock had decided to keep practice super late and that he would probably go over to a friend's house so he didn’t get to the house late at night.
Their father had gotten back around nine o’clock, he went into the kitchen immediately. Liam was cleaning up the mess from the dinner he had made for himself when he heard the door shut.
He had asked Liam: “Why aren’t you asleep?” Liam stopped what he was doing and answered with: “I lost track of time and had a late dinner, sorry.” then he went back to washing the dishes he used.
His father had turned and went to the living room, sitting on the couch. Liam finished up the dishes and went to his room to try and go to sleep.
Liam remembers he barged into his room just as he was about to fall asleep. He had said: “You forgot a dish. Come pick it up.” Liam knows he didn’t forget anything, but he decided to humor the man in front of him.
Liam went into the kitchen and saw what his father had been talking about. There had been a cup on the kitchen table, one that hadn’t been there when he went to bed. Liam walked over to the table and picked the cup up, rinsing it out, washing it and putting it away before he turned to go back to his room.
He had stopped Liam, before saying: “What is wrong with you today, I come home and you barely talk to me. I tell you to finish cleaning the kitchen and you do it slowly when it was just one cup, it shouldn’t be that fucking hard to wash a single cup.”
Once he had finished his rant Liam looked at him and said: Sorry, but-” he interrupted Liam by smacking his face and yelling: “There are absolutely no excuses for how you’ve been acting lately. Or if you would like to give an excuse, we could take this down to the basement.” Liam looked at him and shook his head, tears in his eyes.
He looked at Liam’s reaction and said: “Good, now go to your room.” Liam went to his room putting his head down to hide his tears from his father.
He cried as he waited to hear the door to his father’s room close before he packed up his backpack, tears falling on his clothes and books.
He snuck into the kitchen and grabbed a few snacks from the pantry, putting them in his bag along with some water bottles from the fridge before he left through the front door and locked it. He took his key to the house and threw it onto the ground.
He remembers that it was cold and raining outside as he ran towards the apartments where he knows Jordan lives.
When he arrived at the apartments he was soaked and freezing as he looked around the lobby. The woman at the front desk had looked at him and asked: “What are you doing here kiddo, it’s really late right now.” Liam looked at her and answered with: “I’m here to see my brother, I know he got off of work thirty minutes ago, his name is Jordan Parrish. Can you call him down, please?”
The woman, Mary was the name written on her nametag, looked at him a little longer before pressing a button and saying into a microphone: “Jordan, there’s a kid here to see you, he says you're his brother.” Liam stood in the middle of the lobby with the woman staring at him. There was some sound on the other end of the line and the woman responded with: I know it’s late, but he’s soaking wet and has clearly been crying, plus there’s a bruise starting to form on his left cheek.” when Liam heard that he covered his cheek with his hand turning away from the woman.
He remembers there was some more sound, worried sounds, on the other end before the woman let go of the button and said: “Your brother will be down here shortly kid. In the meantime, do you want a sucker?” Liam looked at her, and walked over to the desk mumbling: “Thanks.” she smiled softly at him and nodded.
Jordan exited the elevator and wrapped him in a hug, Liam broke down in his big brother’s arms, crying as Jordan let go of the hug and started leading him to the elevator, mouthing to Mary the words: “Thank you.”
He remembers Jordan bringing him into his apartment and taking his bag, setting it down on the couch. He remembers Jordan saying: “You can sleep here tonight, but I have to take you to mom’s house tomorrow, okay. We’ll tell her and David everything that he does to you and Isaac. Alright?” Liam nods silently. He remembers Jordan giving him some clothes to sleep in.
He remembers Jordan telling him: “You can sleep in my room, I’ll sleep on the couch, bub.” he remembers grabbing Jordan by the sleeve and asking: “Can you sleep here too?” he remembers Jordan nodding and lying down next to him, wrapping his arms around Liam. All Jordan can see when he looks at Liam is his six-year-old baby brother who would stand up for him no matter what.
Liam remembers Jordan moving his hair out of his face when it falls in his eyes. He remembers Jordan kissing his forehead softly and holding him tightly. He remembers Jordan whispering: “I’ve got you, bràthair.”****
They had gone to his mama’s house after Jordan got home from work at eight o’clock at night when they find out that their father has been killed and Isaac is nowhere to be found.
*It will be okay.
**Are you sure?
***We'll be fine, Liam. We will be okay, I promise. We'll get away from this house and go to France, or Scotland, or somewhere like that.
****brother.
#Liam Dunbar#Scottish Liam Dunbar#Camden Lahey#Scottish Camden Lahey#Jordan Parrish#Scottish Jordan Parrish#Transmasc Jordan Parrish#Trans Jordan Parrish#Isaac Lahey#Scottish Isaac Lahey#Jenna Geyer (Mentioned)#Scottish Jenna Geyer#David Geyer (Mentioned)#Dr. Geyer (Mentioned)#Scottish Lahey Brothers#I hate Mr. Lahey#The one (1) good thing Matt did in Teen Wolf was kill Mr. Lahey#Well he had Jackson kill Mr. Lahey but whatever#Mr. Lahey sucks#Anti Mr. Lahey (Teen Wolf)#Lahey Brothers#TW: Abuse#TW: Transphobia#TW: Child Abuse
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9 People You Would Like to Get to Know Better
Thanks for the tag @artsyunderstudy, sorry it’s been a hot minute, I couldn’t figure out how to copy paste from my phone.
3 ships - Will Darling/Kim Secretan, Ronan Lynch/Adam Parrish, Andrew Minyard/Neil Josten
1st ever ship - Em and Dex, Dex and Em, from One Day, by David Nicholls. Was i in any kind of fandom then? Is there even a One Day fandom?? Did I even know fandom was A Thing??? No, no and no. Did I love them in all their messy glory and with all my heart? You bet I did.
Last song/album -The Very Best of Cat Stevens
Last movie - Red, White & Royal Blue. Was meant to have a rewatch party with @midnightbluskies today but alas- LIFE
Currently reading - The Darkness Outside Us, by Eliot Schrefer; Lonely Castle in the Mirror, by Mizuki Tsujimura; Coping with Grief, by Mal McKissock. Just finished Watford Wonderland by @otherworldsivelivedin on ao3
Currently watching - nothing! Did I mention LIFE? Am looking forward to OFMG s2 tho
Currently consuming - Safe Harbor by @snowbaz-parentis on ao3
Currently craving - a pain free chest and a full nights sleep. Is that too much to ask?
Tagging @flightspathfic @paradoxolotl @penpanoply @henreyettah @urban-sith @kaaamiya @jaydreams @tntwme212 @chibichococloud123 cuz regardless if I know you I’m deeply curious about your current consumptions and desires.
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Godspell Song Ranking - by Production!
I was going to do what I normally do and just rank these songs using one production, but in this case, the songs vary so much over the three major productions that my favorite songs change for each one! For this "ranking," I'll be going chronologically (according to the original) through the songs of Godspell and talking about which production has my favorite version.
Also, I'll be omitting Tower of Babble, as it is only in one of the three productions and I have no strong feelings on it.
Productions considered in this post: Original cast recording (1971-remastered), 1973 movie soundtrack (remastered), and the New Broadway cast recording (2011).
With that out of the way, let's get right into it!
Prepare Ye (The Way of the Lord)- Winner: 1973 Movie. I just really, really like David Haskell's voice. Wallace Smith is, of course, also fantastic, and Haskell's vocals are also featured in the original cast recording, but I personally prefer the version from the film. The instrumentation is really fun, and the harmonies aren't overdone.
Save the People- Winner: 2011 Cast. The '73 movie was a close second thanks to Victor Garber's gentle and soft vibrato (which tugs at my heartstrings like crazy), but in terms of the version I listen to the most, I have to go with the 2011 version. It just feels like something you'd want to listen to every morning when you wake up. Hunter Parrish has such a clear voice that is very easy to listen to, and his version really makes the lyrics shine. A lot of changes were made to the songs in 2011, and I think the harmonies added in this song really aided it.
Day by Day- Winner: 1973 Movie. It was always gonna be a toss up between the original and the movie. As much as Anna Maria Perez de Tanglé kills it in the 2011 recording, I just have such a soft spot for Robin Lamont's voice. It's imperfect, but that adds to it in my opinion. Rather than focusing on making her voice sound perfect, she's focusing on feeling the song. Also, I personally just prefer the harmonies of this version. The harmonies in the 2011 recording are perhaps more practiced, and I do love those as well, but my heart belongs to the 1973 version in this regard.
Learn Your Lessons Well- Winner: 2011 Cast. This song was omitted from the 1973 movie, and it was simply a 1 minute 20 second long blurb in the original recording. Celisse Henderson sounds super lovely here, and the ukulele intro is fun. My favorite part of the 2011 recording of this song though has to be the part they added for Jesus. It's become one of my favorite verses in the entire play. It's just. It's so fucking beautiful. Have I mentioned yet how much I love Hunter Parrish's voice?
Bless the Lord- Winner: 2011 Cast. Lynne Thigpen sings this in the 1973 version, and I have to mention how good that is as well. She was definitely the blueprint, and there's no doubt she took everyone to church with her voice. But Lindsay Mendez. Holy. Shit. The PIPES on that woman! The runs and belts she adds are liquid gold. I watched a video of her performing this song live, and she didn't miss a beat. When she hits this one note near the last chorus, it looks like something just takes over her body. She has become one of my favorite Broadway belters. I think I listened to her version of this song eight times yesterday? And now I'm listening to it again. Call me crazy- but if you're calling me that, you probably haven't heard her sing this.
All for the Best- Winner: 1973 Movie. The clown antics are cranked up to 1000 in this one. And, in my opinion, that's exactly how it should be. Also, the last verse, where the whole cast sings together, is SO FAST. How did they do that?? Anyway, when Victor and David sing together, they're pretty hard to beat.
All Good Gifts- Winner: 2011 Cast. They really rounded up some massively talented folks for this cast. I mean, Telly Leung just sounds amazing. I love Lamar and Merrell as well; Lamar had such a consistently powerful voice and Merrell had a youthful sweetness that's really nice to listen to. But Telly really knocks it out of the park.
Light of the World- Winner: 2011 Cast. I'm giving the win to this cast a lot, but they're really just that good! The verses of this song are sometimes more spoken than sung (only Robin and Jeff in the originals really sing their parts) but George Salazar sings all the parts for this one, and it's a good thing too because I really like his voice.
Turn Back, O Man- Winner: 1973 Movie. I apologize to the Morgan James truthers. I am one of you, I swear! I just REALLY like how Joanne Jonas sings this. I also think her little ad-libs are super funny and cute ("Pardon me while I slip into something more comfortable 😏"). I also think this song in particular benefits from a less polished sound.
Alas for You- Winner: 1971 Cast. Finally! The original cast gets a win! I promise I don't dislike this version. It's not my fault this musical just gets better with every production. Anyway, I like how Stephen Nathan sings this. Victor Garber is great in the movie (even though this scene scares me 😱), and Hunter Parrish obviously sounds great, but I think Nathan did the best job of capturing the feeling of the song effortlessly.
By my Side- Tie: 1973 Movie/ 1971 Cast. A tie! I just couldn't decide which one I liked more. I think '73 has a bit of an edge, just because I absolutely adore how they handled the harmonies, especially on the line "Meet your new road," and also during the "By my Side" repetition. Peggy Gordon has such a beautiful voice though, and I couldn't leave that version out of the ranking. This is probably my favorite song from Godspell. I like the 2011 version, but it just doesn't hit as hard for me as the other two.
We Beseech Thee- Another tie: 1971 Cast/ 2011 Cast. In regards to the '71 cast: I LOVE JEFFREY MYLETT! He's one of my favorites in the movie, and he only got a few solo vocal lines in that version :(. I really wish they would've kept his song in the movie, but I'm fine with listening to the '71 version. Regarding the 2011 version, I really just like the little ad-lib part they have in this version. It's so goofy and fun. Also, the harmonies are on point.
Beautiful City- Winner: 1973 Movie. Okay so, this one wasn't on the 1971 cast recording because it was actually written for the movie. Anyway, they completely rewrote it for the 2011 cast, which I think is really cool. The newer version is beautiful and more relevant considering it was written in response to the Rodney King Riots. However, I just can't get over how much I love the original. It's very mellow gold, which is a 70s soft rock music style. It's one of my favorite genres, and the '73 version of this song is the epitome of it.
14. On the Willows- Winner: All. Oh man. This one makes me cry. The way they sing about lyres and then actually use lyres in the instrumentation in '71 and '73... I don't think I could actually compare the versions of this song. They all are so beautiful in their own ways. The first two are very similar, considering the only difference vocally is that they swapped out Jesse Cutler for Victor Garber. I will say I wish they kept the lyre usage for the 2011 version. The vocals in that version, though, are just stunning. Everything about this song is stunning.
15. Finale- Winner: 1973 Movie. Whenever I listen to these soundtracks, I usually stop at "On The Willows," same as how I stop at "Superstar" when I listen to JCS. I'm guess I'm just too emotionally fragile to listen to a Crucifixion everyday 🥲. I think Victor Garber has the most impactful portrayal in this song, though. I do really like the 2011 version as well with how they include the new version of "Beautiful City." However, '73 has my heart, especially with the "Day by Day" reprise being included so perfectly.
Sorry for the weird formatting at the end there- Tumblr didn't like how long my list was getting 😪
But yeah, let me know what you think of my list and of Godspell in general! Thanks for reading ❤️
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pairing: adam parrish x ronan lynch
summary: An exploration of Adam Parrish as religion.
rating: teen + up
word count: 5.7k
warnings: catholic guilt, Tad Carruthers mention, mild physical violence (mention of Robert Parrish)
notes: ao3 crossposting! this is my first fic since 2020, but please tell me what you think! excited to get back into creative writing/etc. i'll definitely write more TRC but I also have some other stuff planned. <3
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Ronan’s love was biblical—Adam, made of dirt and dust; Adam, borne of the earth, the cracked, sun-bleached earth swirling beneath trailer park steps; Adam, Parrish. If Ronan was to describe his love for Adam Parrish (if), it would be in grand sweeping statements, quiet burning passion for finally being able to be near Adam. Don’t let the gruff demeanor, the harsh lines of his face and the ever-present scowl fool you. He would ask you to imagine looking upon the majesty of Pieta, of the grandeur of David, of the quiet intensity knowing you are standing in front of history millions of others have witnessed. And yet, Adam is a work of art unto himself, one he would like to keep in a personal collection.
Let others put their loved ones on display, for curators to analyze and write about, for conservators to swirl their brushes over and prod at—Ronan Lynch would keep Adam Parrish at the Barns for the rest of their days if he could (if he knew it wouldn’t kill him). He would watch Adam blossom under lush green foliage, watch the freckles populate his cheeks and shoulders, let the feeling of love and being loved settle deep in his bones. He would watch the Barns become a dedicated exhibition to all things Adam Parrish that the rest of the world was not allowed to see: a favorite mug drying by the sink; socks mixed in with Ronan’s in the laundry hamper in the bathroom; highlighters and textbooks strewn across the table a stone’s throw from the kitchen counter; pieces of himself that only Ronan had the privilege of viewing.
Blue had once remarked that only Ronan Lynch would know he was in love at first sight—only a boy born to a dream and a Dreamer, a marriage so idyllic yet false, would believe in true love. Ronan was not a liar, so he did little else but scowl and redirect the conversation toward Gansey and his coming back from the death. Bless his lack of conversational tact when his brush with death was mentioned, giving Ronan countless outs of being forced to admit his love for Parrish. Ironically enough, that conversation had happened before them, fortune for once turning in favor of letting him breathe. Adam had flushed slightly but failed to chime in, instead letting the sound of Gansey’s excited chatter cover the gap in the window to the budding thing they held close to their chests.
But she was right: it hardly mattered that Aurora was a false deity, that she was made of the same stuff Matthew was (perhaps too harsh to call it a lie)—she was made of dreams. Aurora was pancakes on Saturday mornings, skirts swirling and flowers picked off bushes hanging low with their fruit, hushed consolations and sickly sweet love. She was imbued with her purpose–to love Niall, to be his perfect yang, to be everything he desired and could not be all at the same time. Above all, Aurora had eyes only for Niall.
It wasn’t necessarily that Ronan was under any delusion that Adam had eyes for him only, he wasn’t a fool. But that wouldn’t stop that quiet, dark part of him from wishing that one day Adam would look upon him with the same intensity that he looked at applications for scholarships for college, that week’s paycheck: all longing and hunger, for more.
When someone would ask years later if he knew, when he knew, Ronan would not have a simple answer. How do you confess to someone that you knew from first sight and not sound like a cheesy cliche?
“Thanks for giving me straight teeth.” As if Ronan was capable of dreaming the creature that is Adam Parrish.
Everything began to fall into place after Adam’s father hit him for the last time. Ronan remembered little other than blinding rage, the knowledge that for once a problem could be, and would be, solved with his fists. He had few other choices, tunnel vision focused on Gansey’s latest pet project on his hands and knees in the burnt earth of that fucking trailer park. No matter how hard he tried, the sight of the blood running out of Adam’s ear would never leave his mind's eye. Something sickly twisted in his stomach every time he closed his eyes. Ronan couldn’t even bring himself to care about getting kneed in the stomach, about the black eye he would no doubt get shit for from Declan. All he knew was that no one would ever set a hand on Adam Parrish in anger ever again.
Let the lawyers paid for by Declan’s DC paycheck debate charges of assault, self-defense (“You’re lucky they’re not trying to charge you with felony trespass.”)–Ronan would sleep like a lamb at night knowing that he got the last word between him and Robert Parrish.
Perhaps Ronan’s viewpoint was too black and white, god knows Declan had hassled him countless times before to ‘be more flexible.’ But Declan was a hypocritical prick, a liar, and a thief of the highest order. Sometimes it was funny to Ronan that he was Niall’s favorite, it was Declan after all who was a spitting image of their father in all but appearance. Ronan Lynch could not lie to save his own skin; Declan Lynch lied about what he ate for breakfast. So Ronan settled on his course of action being the right one, if Declan wanted to guilt trip him for beating the crap out of Robert Parrish, he could carry that on his own conscience.
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The apartment above St. Agnes simply fell into place like out of a dream.
“Thanks for giving me air conditioning.” Adam would have said.
And so it was: the two central poles of Ronan’s life suddenly concentrated on one square block of Henrietta. What was it then, that made him pause each time for just a moment outside his door? Clench his father’s keys in his fist, just a little tighter? He was a creature of projected confidence, and so he hid moments of pause behind a faltered breath, a cracking of knuckles.
Adam never sent him away. It didn’t matter if Ronan appeared at 4pm or 4am, whether Adam himself was present or not. Adam would simply adjust his orbit to the second point of gravity.
Once, Ronan lay on Adam’s floor, and let himself sink into the thoughts of what it all meant. Sleeping on his floor; bringing snacks and groceries that, for a time, would spark petty arguments (“I’m basically living here, Parrish, and dollar store wheat thins definitely do not cut it.”); making space for himself. If the women of Fox Way ever decided to scry and take a peek at St. Agnes, there sitting would be Niall Lynch’s BMW, shark nosed and all–or at the very least the trace of Ronan throwing the car into gear while glancing in the rear view one last time. There would be images of Adam running his hands through his hair and Chainsaw tearing old essays to shreds (“I was proud of that paper, Lynch.”).
Ronan knew that Adam did not let people make themselves space in his life—to be part of Adam Parrish’s life was to pass a million different little tests you never knew were occurring. Ronan sometimes felt like he was in a play he knew neither the lines nor the choreography for–what had set off that particular moment of intense silence, an argument half formed, he couldn’t be sure. Sometimes it was Ronan’s abrasiveness about money (because what else), sometimes it was the absence of an extra shift, the sting of a lighter paycheck too much for the sleep-deprived Adam. But ever a creature of intense self preservation, Adam would never let someone in if he didn’t feel they deserved it. Was Gansey, or Blue for that matter, sleeping on the faded wood floors of the second floor St. Agnes apartment Adam insisted on paying rent for?
Instead of letting the train of thought run away from him, Ronan simply turned on his side to find Adam wide awake. The clock behind Ronan had blinked 12:08 AM last time he had looked, what felt like 4 hours ago.
“Go the fuck to sleep, Parrish.” (Rest, love, rest.) His chest ached, and his fingers twitched with a not yet gained muscle memory dedicated to tracing the slope of Adam’s nose.
Breaking eye contact, Adam let his eyes slide shut without argument for once. If Ronan could have it his way, he would make sure Adam never had to work another day in his life. He’d sign his entire life away, to sleep at night (ha!) knowing Adam Parrish had a roof over his head and a full belly. What was the point of wealth, then, if those you love are not fully rested and unable to sleep in on a Saturday morning?
Ronan Lynch was fire and fury, the earth remaking itself in his image. Screw the laws of thermodynamics, Ronan Lynch could make the soil birth the dead. And yet, he found himself feeling more mortal than ever looking at the barely resting face of Adam. How do you make a man of a Dreamer? Greywaren, Lynch, Ronan—what did it matter who called him what, if for a moment he could match his breathing to Adam’s.
There were times when Ronan felt as if he was made from one of Adam’s ribs, feeling each inhale and exhale. Extra shift at Boyd’s because Gansey was gone for the weekend—inhale. A on his paper—exhale. Get in an argument with Ronan—inhale. Stare at Ronan as he pretends to sleep—exhale. Let his fingertips skim the top of Ronan’s hand when he’s in those fleeting seconds between dream and wake—inhale. Eat the food Ronan bought—exhale. Fight with Ronan–inhale. Catch Ronan staring–exhale. He wondered if Adam held his breath in those moments like he did.
More often than not, Ronan would watch with rapt attention as Parrish seemed to be oblivious to those around him throwing themselves at his feet for even a moment of his attention. Gansey was King, but Adam was Magician. The dead woke when Gansey spoke, and Ronan would follow him to the ends of the earth and back. But Ronan would remake the Nile River into dust with his bare hands if Adam wanted dry land to walk on. Even in a school of all boys, uniforms and flashy cars, Adam’s peers lusted after his attention. And he thought himself simply a man made of dirt.
“Tad is a creepy fuck.” Ronan had once said mildly to Adam as they were lounging about outside during their lunch hour. Well, Ronan was lounging–Adam was doing homework. Ronan had caught Tad openly staring at Adam no less than ten times in the first half of the day.
“I don’t know why you even bother to pay attention to him.”
The worst part of Ronan was glad for Adam not seeing the side eyes, the head-to-toe pass overs when Adam finally began to stand a little straighter, shoulders a bit fuller, in his secondhand sweater. Let Carruthers stumble over his own feet in attempts to catch Adam’s attention, let the underclassmen stare in awe at Gansey and his Court. Let Adam’s broad shoulders and arms lithe with hard-earned muscle be Ronan’s secret; information pulled from half-lidded, used-to-be shameful gazes.
He knew what Adam looked like as a god—and he was no worshiper of false prophets. But how else do you describe Adam Parrish and his hay-yellow hair illuminated from behind by the LED-bright lights of the apartment bathroom? What other name do you give to the feeling of watching Adam Parrish stretch his arms over his head in the dead of night, or at dusk, but the desperate need to worship at the pedestal of the highest deity?
Let God be the arbiter of Ronan’s sins after death. “Had Moses seen how my friend’s face blushes when he is drunk, and his beautiful curls and wonderful hands, he would not have written in his Torah: do not lie with a man.” Ronan was a Catholic boy through and through, all inherited guilt and practiced tradition. He could bring life forth, could bring light to darkness, could bring death to the living—who was God to say that Ronan could not long for the soft touch of Adam’s hands, for the firm press of his lips to Ronan’s? What use did a man who could create something from nothing have for religious guilt?
Ronan knew everything was changing when Adam began pausing when he would move into his space, as if weighing the change in gravity. There were more glances from under lashes, soft hums of thought when Ronan let his eyes rest–greedily, selfishly wanting Parrish to drink his fill in open stares. Ronan Lynch was a creature of desire—never in the way that Adam Parrish was, all hunger and starving gasps. Ronan was more cool lemonade on a summer day where the breeze was nowhere to be found, practiced, knowing, and expected; Adam was the desire to flee, to move, to be more than what he was (what more is there to be than everything?).
Ronan considered it a selfish indulgement in this desire to let Adam stare, let Adam touch. It gave him precious material in moments alone, to imagine what Adam’s calloused hands dragging over his skin would feel like. Ronan thought his fingertips might burn another permanent mark into his skin—this time instead of black ink underneath, a trail of light and lust burnt into his chest, his back. If he chose to spend his time with his arms stretched above his head to feel the weight of Adam’s eyes on the strip of ivory-toned skin below the hem of his tank top and above the waistband of a loose pair of sweatpants–well then, that was his sin alone.
There was perhaps a touch of irony for a Dreamer to be obsessed with another’s hands. Hands made, they fashioned, worked, created. Dreamers made without the use of hands–yet Ronan came to Boyd’s with the Pig in tow just to watch Adam twirl a wrench absent mindedly as he inspected the garishly orange car’s insides.
Sometimes, it was all too much, and Ronan found himself in his own head. Was he imagining the lingering gazes and the thigh pressed against his own beneath the worn wood of the Nino’s tabletops? But there is little chance to explain away the firm press of Adam’s hand on Ronan’s kneecap when he slides in the booth, only for the palm of his hand to stay where it was. There is little alternative reasoning to Adam invading Ronan’s personal space (as if you could label a welcome advance an invasion) for no reason other than to just press himself into Ronan when he laughed or rolled his eyes.
Even Gansey noticed, ever oblivious, ever involved with his Jane. Was it the twisting of pinkies together in the backseat of the Pig? The King must devote time to the politics, comings and goings, of his Court—of course he would notice. Sometimes Gansey gave knowing looks to Ronan: when he would cajole Adam into eating his lunch (he didn’t really want it anyway); when he would give Adam rides (this was now a given); when he would just stare, and stare, and stare. Sometimes he imagined himself going blind staring at the sun.
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The day that Ronan got to fulfill his desire was overall mundane. He felt nothing as he dressed himself at the Barns and ate a simple breakfast before heading out to do barn chores. He didn’t notice the sun shine brighter or the birds sing louder. Niall’s BMW still purred in the same gentle way when he started it, the clutch was still just a bit stiff as he moved it into fifth gear; Ronan still wondered why his dad dreamt a faulty car. Tad was still trying to flirt with Adam as he gave one-word replies.
But Adam did smile sharply as Ronan pulled into the parking space next to the Shitbox, brushing Tad off. He let Ronan buy him lunch without complaint; the usual back and forth was absent.
That day, Adam didn’t have work, didn’t have mountains of homework. So the Court and their King went exploring. Or, rather, they would have if Adam didn’t politely decline and look pointedly at Ronan as he spoke of needing to rest. He would have felt pressured into offering to stay back with Adam if Gansey didn’t offer first, if he wasn’t already twirling his keys around his fingers.
Ronan drove them to St. Agnes out of habit, grabbed Adam’s backpack out of habit, climbed the stairs and threw the door open out of habit. He watched as Adam made himself comfortable in his own space, and Ronan let himself pull off his jacket to roll up and place on the ground as he lay on the floor.
“I wasn’t kidding, you know, about needing to rest.” Adam said from the bathroom where he was washing his hands and splashing water on his freckled face.
“I’m already asleep Parrish, stop disturbing my peace.” Ronan could feel the hardwood digging into his shoulder blades where they were poking out as his hands were folded behind his head. At least Adam’s mattress, the one that Gansey somehow managed to talk him into taking, had some degree greater of back support. Curse the builders of St. Agnes for not considering that Ronan Lynch may one day rest upon the wooded floors (curse the builders of St. Agnes for not considering that worship was not just on his knees, but on his back in Adam’s bedroom–but what is worship without suffering).
Ronan only heard Adam move to lay down, almost afraid to open his eyes. What would happen if he broke the quiet spell hanging over the apartment, the tacit agreement to simply dance around the elephant in the room? It was simply easier for him to pretend that they could spend forever hurtling towards the inevitable. Ronan wouldn’t ever consider himself the first to openly opine his feelings, and he wouldn’t start now. There were moments he worried about startling Adam like a newborn deer–beating his father, an eye for an eye, was one thing; confessing a deep, bone chilling love was something else.
“Wake me up in an hour, I want to go for a drive.” Adam murmured, and Ronan opened his eyes.
The moment was still as blue met green. For a split second, Ronan thought Adam would kiss him. Or maybe he would kiss Adam. He thought they would both be able to give up the pretense of a tacit agreement to simply let whatever happened, happen. Yet, Adam simply closed his eyes without making a move.
It was Ronan who pushed across the invisible boundary they had set for themselves, let himself have instead of simply wanting. He gently touched Adam’s hand that was hanging over the edge of the bed, closest to Ronan. Adam’s eyes fluttered but didn’t open. He traced the veins running up Adam’s arm like a vine, and a funny thought flitted by–maybe Adam should get a tattoo of a vine wrapping around his delicate forearms. Perhaps it would serve him well to carry a visible, permanent reminder of what he had been, what he was.
Ronan wasn’t sure if whatever six-figure salary paying, starched suit career Adam would inevitably pick out would be comfortable with their star employee having tattoos on his forearms. He let himself wish for a moment that he could keep Adam for himself.
Ronan’s fingers moved beyond his arm, but Adam’s eyes stayed shut. He exhaled softly.
When Ronan lifted his fingers from Adam’s arm, perhaps to touch his face, Adam’s lips parted, “Why’d you stop?”
Adam’s accent made him stretch out the o in stop like warmed taffy, slow and gentle. Ronan thought about how he himself sometimes sounded Irish, about how perhaps that was baked into his genes–proud, Irish Catholic blood. He thought about how Adam would hate the idea that an accent could be passed down like that, and how he knew that Adam would try and lose the accent when he finally was able to flee.
He put his fingers back to Adam’s skin and let the hour waste away tracing invisible patterns over Adam’s hand and arm. And when the hour was up, Ronan decided it would be out of character for him not to wake Adam so he pulled his arm back and reached over to shake Adam.
“Wake up, Parrish. The beemer beckons.” Ronan shot up like he’d been electrocuted when Adam sleepily grabbed his wrist.
He turned his face into Ronan’s wrist and mumbled, “Five minutes, Lynch. ‘M cold.” His lips pressed ever so gently into the place where Ronan’s pulse hammered five-hundred-miles-a-minute under his skin. He’d never imagined planning a chapstick run, the ways he’d sneak the tube into Adam’s backpack, the thrill of the impending argument about spending money on Adam (“I’ve gone this long without it why do I need–” “Your lips felt like the Sahara, don’t shoot the messenger.”), of seeing his lips go from chapped to smooth.
Ronan steeled his resolve, “C’mon Parrish. You can cosplay Sleeping Beauty in the car, I’m jittery.”
And so the two stormed down the stairs from the second floor, Adam sleepily pulling a flannel over his shoulders (was that Ronan’s? He had lost his favorite two weeks ago.) and Ronan not bothering to put his jacket back on. The beemer was warm enough in the fall air. Above their heads, Chainsaw called out with a piercing shriek.
“There you are, shithead.” Adam said lovingly, as she landed on his shoulder and made herself comfortable by digging her claws into his skin.
“Hey, she’s a lady.” Ronan threw the car door open and threw himself into the drivers seat with an equal amount of abandon.
“I can’t even repeat some of the things I’ve heard you call her, Lynch. Aren’t you supposed to be the Catholic one?”
“Catholic guilts’ a limited resource, Parrish. You might not know that as a filthy heathen. Spent almost all mine calling Declan a dickhead and the rest on the gay thing.” Ronan grinned at him.
Adam’s laugh was a free and unrestrained thing, breaking out of his chest and startling Chainsaw as he buckled his seatbelt. Ronan wanted nothing more to make an entire collection of cassette tape Sing-alongs with just that noise. Thank Niall for the console that could play whatever medium Ronan could put his mind to.
“Alright Parrish, you made me disturb your beauty sleep for a drive. Where the hell are we going?” The beemer didn’t need gas anyways, Ronan could drive to LA (though why the hell would he do that?) and not stop once.
“Anywhere but here.” For a moment, Adam looked wistful, as if in the first few weeks of their senior year Ronan could simply drive him anywhere but Henrietta and they could just be there. Screw the grades and the recommendation letters and the letters of interest, they could just be two people in another place, another time. Ronan’s gut twisted with guilt thinking about what Gansey would do.
So Ronan drove. He left the St. Agnes parking lot and drove past Monmouth towards some interstate he couldn’t remember the name of. It was still the mid-afternoon, something about Senior Fridays meant it was only about 4 in the afternoon. Plenty of time to drive to the end of the earth and back.
They drove in relative silence, Chainsaw cawing occasionally begging for treats and eventually bullying Adam into rolling down his window as Ronan tore down the interstate at a speed that was past reckless. The wind carried Chainsaw high into the sky and Ronan thought he could feel the freedom of the wind under her wings in his chest. What was a Dreamer if he could not give life and liberty to his creations? What did it mean to keep dreamt things confined? If Ronan had dreamt Adam, he knew he could not keep him here. He let the moment steal his breath and he pressed his foot down harder.
Eventually Adam told Ronan to pull over for snacks, and didn’t complain when Ronan paid for the haphazard collection of items that could barely pass as a meal. They pulled into a fast food restaurant next. Ronan felt like they were preparing for a road trip and the thought of it stole his breath.
Keep moving, he thought to himself.
“Will you take me to the Barns?”
And so Ronan drove, cutting across Virginia, avoiding Henrietta on their way back. If Adam noticed, he didn’t mention it, he just kept tossing fries into his own mouth and laughing at Ronan when he asked him to toss one his way.
“I’m not losing a fry to the depths of this car, Ronan. You want some scrawny Aglionby asshole to have to go fishing for it?”
Ronan felt himself flush at Adam saying his name, but found it in himself to laugh sharply. The thought of someone like Tad or Gansey even, digging around in the depths of his father’s BMW only to find knobs and buttons not found in any other BMW in town, and a center console that would play any radio station you wanted, from any time period you could think of. More realistically it would be Adam, insistent that he could somehow smell last week’s fast food adventures, armed with Boyd’s industrial vacuum and a sharp reprimand about cleanliness.
“I’ll just get this guy at Boyd’s to do it, I heard he’s good with his hands.” Ronan’s grin mirrored the shark nose of his car tearing down the road.
The moment was broken for a brief spell–Ronan didn’t need to turn his head to see Adam’s momentarily startled expression until he grinned, smile matching Ronan’s.
“I’m telling Tad you’re interested in him on Monday.” Was Adam’s only response as he laughed harder than he had that whole afternoon; moment fixed. “See if he can fix the beemer.”
“The day Tad gets his hands on my car is the day I get my hands around his neck.”
It felt natural to look at Adam in his passenger seat. Beyond all of the moments Ronan had carefully cataloged in his memory of driving Adam to and from school and work, there were hundreds of moments in the future he had yet to experience. The knowledge of that kept him going.
Somewhere along the way to the Barns, Adam told him to pull over in a field flush with wildflowers. Ronan’s heart stilled. They climbed out of the car, hearing it settle as Ronan tossed Adam the keys over the hood of the car. It was darker now, closer to dusk, washing Adam in a gentle gold that made him look godly. This was an altar Ronan would gladly kneel at, parables about false prophets and golden calves be damned.
Adam observed Ronan as he grew restless, both of them leaning against the hood of the BMW. Its black paint had warmed in the afternoon sun, and Ronan gladly soaked up the heat as the sun began to hide itself behind the tree lines.
Ronan broke the silence first. Or at least he planned to. Instead, Adam turned to look at Ronan in the eyes from where he had walked out a few steps in front of the car and cocked his head as if making some sort of decision. Ronan never got to ask what the hell he was doing, the easy quip he had on the tip of his tongue dying at a moments notice.
The kiss seared through him, and Ronan thought for a split second he might burn up from the inside out. Sin, it turned out, was pleasure and desire and hope and love rolled all into one. Maybe this was why Niall laughed about how his father wanted him to join a convent, and Aurora would blush and scold him for talking about that in front of the children. Maybe this was why Ronan could no longer bring himself to feel that deep sickly shame when he stepped through the archways of St. Agnes–what was it about the way Adam’s hair felt under his fingers and the way their breaths mingled that could possibly be an offense to God? This was worship unto itself, blessing the flesh and heart of the First Man, Adam.
Looking back, something was different about that day. But Ronan hadn’t noticed it in the moment, hadn’t noticed all the small things that had shifted around him to make space for the knowledge that Adam would be finding a permanent place in his life. Not that Ronan wasn’t aware of all the ways he could fuck this up, all the ways Adam could fuck this up, but in the same breath in a different moment that Blue had told him he was the only fool around who believed in love at first sight, she had also told him that she knew him well enough to know that when he got Adam, he would never let him go. Ronan had called her a maggot and moved on, but her speaking it aloud had planted a seed of deep, deep, hope in his chest.
Ronan had let his religiosity wane because he never had a saint to pray to, never found one that matched his calling as a god and a man rolled into one mess of a body. Never could quite put into words the way that prayer made him feel. And yet, in that moment, Ronan could have said a thousand Hail Mary’s, prayed a million rosaries, and it would never hold a candle to the way Adam’s hands felt gripping his waist, nails scratching softly against the buzzed hairs at the base of Ronan’s neck, the way his lips parted to exhale into Ronan’s mouth.
This was what dreams and vows were made of: the quiet screech of the insects at their feet, the gentle hum of the ley line below them thrumming with each of their pulses, the knowledge that there was no need to think of tomorrow or three years in the future.
At some point, it occurred to Ronan that the cat and mouse game was over. He didn’t want the dynamic to change, wouldn’t let it, though. They could very well leave the late night calls and sighed names to Gansey and Blue. There was no need for that, they could stay Ronan and Adam.
“Is this for real?” Adam broke the kiss to press his forehead into Ronan’s collarbone. “Or is this just another dream?”
All Ronan could say was, “You dream about me?”
He felt as though a carpet had been pulled out from under his feet. Adam dreamt about him? How could this be anything but real? Maybe he hadn’t meant for Ronan to react, so he simply combed his fingers through Adam’s hair and pressed his lips to the crown of his head, relishing the heat of his skin and the smell of something distinctly Adam.
Adam pulled back with a sly grin, cheeks flushed with the fulfillment of a promise made the first time Ronan laid eyes on him, “What, only the Dreamer is allowed to have dreams? Seems a bit elitist don’t you think?”
“Oh don’t quote Blue at me, you asshole.” Ronan paused, wanting to give a real answer, unfiltered by sarcasm and a desperate need for self-preservation above all, “I’ve been wanting to kiss your stupid lips for a long time, Parrish.”
“Well if you think they’re so stupid, maybe I won’t kiss you again.” And Adam attempted to pull himself from Ronan’s grip.
Ronan locked his arms firmly where they were crossed over Adam’s waist and shoulder blades. Like hell he was going to let Adam go now.
“Damn you and your rich people muscles.”
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They tumbled through the door of St. Agnes, shoes and coats falling to the ground as Ronan grabbed blindly for Adam’s wrists, waist, anything. In a moment, Adam’s mouth was on his. This kiss was different from earlier, no less searing, but the feeling in Ronan’s chest swelled with an undercurrent of something other than pure warmth. Perhaps lust was the best moniker, but at the same time, plain desire did not even come close to what Ronan felt in that moment. Adam gently let himself fall backwards onto his mattress and Ronan climbed after him.
“Stay the night.” Adam gasped as Ronan worked his way down Adam’s neck with his lips and teeth.
Adam tasted of sweat and something sweeter, tinted by his dollar store body wash and lotion. Ronan barely registered what he had said, singularly focused on making up for time lost to petty quarrels (he would later have at least enough self insight to recognize those moments as some sort of convoluted courting dance).
“Hm? I stay over all the time.” Ronan breathed, not wanting to extricate himself from his current passion project of licking and biting across each square inch of Adam’s exposed skin after pushing the cotton t-shirt over his head moments before.
Adam groaned in lieu of a proper response and his nails scratched across Ronan’s scalp. Then, he shivered. Ronan decided he liked that response best.
“In my bed. Stay, in my bed.” Adam gasped out, back arching as Ronan bit particularly hard at a spot just below his left collarbone.
Ronan had the decency to pretend to be scandalized, “Adam Parrish, are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?” Ronan hoisted himself up above Adam on his elbow so he could look at him in the fading light. “I’ll have you know I’m a good Catholic boy, Parrish, and I will not have my purity–!”
Adam had apparently decided that that evening was no time for Ronan to get his kicks from laughing about his Catholic upbringing. He had, instead, grabbed Ronan by the scruff of his neck and dragged him down so that their lips would meet. Ronan felt his heart settle in his chest.
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The Sound of Silence (I believe the original was Simon and Garfunkle)
Well for Sound of Silence, there can only be one cover that's top tier above all covers - and that's Disturbed's version.
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One of my favorite things in the world is reactions to people hearing this for the first time. Don't get me wrong, Simon and Garfunkle's is beautiful, but if all you've heard is their version, the arrangement here has the chance to be a spiritual experience. It's the song that transcends what it was before (objectively not better, but different, subjectively...well I will let you guess which is my favorite). These lyrics are well represented in David Draiman's vocals, with an astounding build of intensity as the song progresses. It starts like a near whisper and by the end it's a raw, booming plea.
Gorgeous arrangement.
For funsies and because this one is also very well-known, here are some honorable mentions:
Sound of Silence but it's an epic, viking cinematic | Peyton Parrish
Sound of Silence but no lyrics, just melancholy cellos | 2Cellos
Great choice, thanks for the ask!
Music asks: send me a well-known song, and I'll post my favorite alternate version (or more apparently). If I don't know the song, you get a random
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Frank Sinatra and Laurence Harvey in The Manchurian Candidate (John Frankenheimer, 1962)
Cast: Frank Sinatra, Laurence Harvey, Janet Leigh, Angela Lansbury, James Gregory, Henry Silva, Leslie Parrish, John McGiver, Khigh Dhieigh, James Edwards. Screenplay: George Axelrod, based on a novel by Richard Condon. Cinematography: Lionel Lindon. Production design: Richard Sylbert. Film editing: Ferris Webster. Music: David Amram.
Although Stanley Kubrick's Dr. Strangelove (1964) is by far the more celebrated film, The Manchurian Candidate is a more subtle and sophisticated satiric response to the Cold War. It may have fallen out of favor too soon because its subject, political assassination, became so sensitive just a month after its release, when John F. Kennedy was shot. For reasons that remain unclear, including Frank Sinatra's purchase of the distribution rights, it fell out of release for a long time, and only resurfaced occasionally on television until 1987, when, after a screening at the New York Film Festival, it became available on video. It's a loopy, scary, often hilarious, sometimes puzzling, and -- especially in any election year -- absolutely essential American film. Frankenheimer, who was one of the pioneers of American television drama in the age of shows like Playhouse 90, never developed a distinctive style in his movie work, but he knew how to tell a story, even when the story is as convoluted as this one. With George Axelrod, he adapted the 1959 thriller by Richard Condon, sometimes lifting dialogue directly from the novel. The results are occasionally enigmatic, as in the meeting of Marco (Sinatra) with Eugenie Rose Chaney (Janet Leigh) on the train, where the dialogue shifts into the surreal and seems to be laden with code. In terms of plot, the encounter -- probably the oddest meeting on a train since Cary Grant and Eva Marie Saint's characters encountered each other in North by Northwest (Alfred Hitchcock, 1959) -- goes nowhere: Leigh's character serves no further discernible role in the narrative. But the scene serves nicely to keep the viewer off guard as things grow increasingly bizarre. The weakest performance in the film is probably that of Laurence Harvey as Raymond Shaw. Harvey can't seem to be bothered to keep up an American accent, but somehow even that fits the ambiguity of his character. Angela Lansbury, as Raymond's mother (this is the point where it's usual to mention that she was only three years older than Harvey), is absolutely terrifying as one of the movies' greatest female villains. It earned her an Oscar nomination. James Gregory, as her Joe McCarthy-like husband, would not be out of place in the current presidential climate.
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A-T-4 076 Man Parrish Boogie Down (Bronx)
This track has the flow in spades. It’s not difficult to learn about Man Parrish, he talks a about his involvement in music on his excellent Man Parrish Stories YouTube, you can also find many deep interviews with the man online
If you’ve seen the episode of MPS about the making of Boogie Down (Bronx) you will be aware it came about after Mike Wilkinson of Import 12/Sugarscoop had ripped Man Parrish off and he walked away from his contract with them. Even though Hip Hop Be Bop and the first Man Parrish album were big hits he was desperate for money, he’d had to move back in with his father, so arranged to make Boogie Down (Bronx) as a one off deal with Sugarscoop. The track was made in his Brooklyn bedroom at his parents house and was recorded on 8 tracks. I’d like to know more about Raul A. Rodriguez, he’d began working with Mike Wilkinson well before Man Parrish joined, the two worked closely together on these early Man Parrish tracks but also under the names Rama and C.O.D., Raul did a lot of the edits for the Sugarscoop sub label Disconet and his name is on many more great records of the era. Boogie Down (Bronx) is made with Raul, they are immortalised in the verse
My man Man Parrish and Kool Raul
Cooler than the water in a swimming pool
Like a R to the A, the U and the L
Pushing more power than a Duracell
And like the M to the A, the N, N, the Y
The Hip Hop master that you can't deny
So check out the beat and listen to the sound
And if you're from the Bronx just boogie down boogie down
The MC on the track is MC Johnski (John Carter) he was a local kid who they noticed sitting on steps making up raps while they were working on the track. Despite also being screwed over by Sugarscoop, MC Johnski works with Raul and Man Parrish again on the track Go Go Get Down released under their Rama moniker. Mark Berry who I mentioned the other day mixed many of the Man Parrish/Raul A. Rodriguez productions, Berry was the in-house producer at Vanguard Studios
I've heard Man Parrish say in the early eighties they New York was in such a state, you can read about landlords burning down buildings for the insurance, they used to call the bronx the Burnt Down Bronx and this was the inspiration for the title
Man Parrish's first solo record was 1982s Hip Hop Be Bop but he’d been involved in a few projects before that. He’d met Klaus Nomi at the New York New Vaudeville show and worked on his first two albums https://faroutmagazine.co.uk/david-bowie-klaus-nomi-new-wave-vaudeville-show/
As well as Klaus Nomi he also backed Marilyn And The Movie Stars. Man Parrish provides the soundtrack for porno Heat Stroke porno. A track from this gets played by the DJ at The Anvil (that Visage made a track about?) the DJ puts him in touch with Mike Wilkinson who is looking to put out an edit of the track on his Disconet label and he is introduced to Raul A. Rodriguez. Wilkinson inquires about other tracks he might have and Man Parrish signs a dodgy deal to get Hip Hop Be Bop out
Because Man Parrish is a gay white man he says he’s not had the best of time with the hip-hop community (who allegedly prefer ritualised humiliation and paedophilia… diddy, bambaataa… a lot like the British public school system)
Man Parrish has always been popular in the U.K. his biggest hit here was Male Stripper with Man 2 Man. Man 2 Man was Miki Zone and Mandy Zone of The Fast, The Fast were a punk/new wave band who went electronic in the early eighties and began being produced by Bobby O. The brothers then become closely associated with Bobby O productions. Man 2 Man meets Man Parrish - Male Stripper originally comes out in 1986
Man Parrish - Boogie Down (Bronx) here's the story of how he got ripped off and how Unidisc now own his music
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(Dub Mix) to make your speakers boom
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Rama - Don't Want You To Be (Dub)
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A mayoral candidate in Louisville, Ky., mentioned he was once the objective of a capturing within his marketing campaign place of business on Monday that left him unhurt however shaken — and with a bullet hollow at the back of his sweater.The candidate, Craig Greenberg, mentioned he and 4 contributors of his marketing campaign group had been in a morning assembly close to downtown when a person walked in.“After we greeted him, he pulled out a gun, aimed at once at me and started capturing,” Mr. Greenberg mentioned at a information convention.The gunman was once status within the doorway as he fired his weapon more than one occasions, Mr. Greenberg mentioned, and a member of his marketing campaign workforce slammed the door close sooner than serving to to construct a barricade out of tables and desks.Law enforcement officials who spoke back to the scene detained a suspect out of doors the development. No fees had been introduced.Mr. Greenberg declined to mention whether or not he known the attacker, mentioning the police investigation, and it was once now not transparent why he was once focused.Leader Erika Shields of the Louisville Metro Police Division mentioned at a information convention that imaginable causes for the assault come with Mr. Greenberg’s mayoral candidacy or his Jewish identification, however that it was once additionally possible that the police had been “coping with any individual who has psychological problems or is venomous.”“Till we will be able to resolve what the motivating components had been, we're going to stay an open thoughts and continue with an abundance of warning and fear for lots of of our neighborhood contributors,” Leader Shields mentioned.Mr. Greenberg, a Democrat, is in a crowded race to interchange Mayor Greg Fischer, a Democrat who can not run once more as a result of he's restricted to a few phrases. The birthday party number one contests are in Might, adopted by means of a basic election in November.There are 8 Democratic applicants, together with David L. Nicholson, the Circuit Courtroom clerk for Jefferson County; the Rev. Timothy Findley Jr. of Kingdom Fellowship Christian Lifestyles Heart; and Shameka Parrish-Wright, a neighborhood social justice activist. Invoice Dieruf, the mayor of Jeffersontown, a Louisville suburb, is among the 4 Republicans within the race.Mr. Greenberg is a businessman who has been the president of a boutique lodge chain and a member of the College of Louisville’s board of trustees. He has been recommended by means of a minimum of six contributors of the 26-person Metro Council, together with its president.The highest factor on Mr. Greenberg’s marketing campaign site is public protection. An eight-page plan outlines his want, amongst different issues, to rent just about 300 cops and to devote extra sources to fixing violent crime and ensuring unlawful weapons keep off the streets.“Too many Louisville households have skilled the trauma of gun violence,” Mr. Greenberg mentioned after the capturing. “Too many in Louisville weren't as blessed as my group and I had been nowadays to continue to exist.“Obviously, a lot more paintings must be accomplished to finish this mindless gun violence and make Louisville a more secure position for everybody.”Like many massive towns, Louisville has noticed an building up in violent crime all the way through the coronavirus pandemic. Town set a file with 173 homicides in 2020, after which broke it with 188 homicides closing 12 months. There have been 18 homicides this 12 months via Feb. 6, in line with the Police Division, moderately at the back of closing 12 months’s tempo.The Police Division itself has been beneath scrutiny for years, maximum prominently after officials killed Breonna Taylor all the way through a botched drug raid in her rental in March 2020. The police leader at the moment was once fired after officials killed a cafe proprietor all the way through protests over Ms. Taylor’s demise.On Monday, Mr. Greenberg
thanked the Police Division for its swift reaction to the capturing and its day-to-day efforts to stay the town secure. He mentioned he sought after to move house and hug his spouse and two sons, pausing to compose himself.“All of it took place so fast, nevertheless it’s an overly surreal enjoy,” he mentioned of the capturing. “There are a long way too many other folks in Louisville who've skilled that very same feeling.”
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Men I Trust (2022) by Tommi Parrish
A single mom who works at a deli during the day and as a stand-up poet at night, reluctantly becomes acquaintance with a younger fan who really really want to be friends. The mom (i forgot her name) is quite alone since the break-up/divorce of her boyfriend and stress of having a kid, so she gives the fan a chance, only for the female fan to act fake friendly and do sexual advances on her despite the mom being very vocal about not being into her.
This comic is creepy and uncomfortable, i'm scared for the mom's safety. The fan ignores all the obvious signs that the mom is not interested, but keeps pushing her presence on her. The ending scene when the fan tries to lure her into a threesome terrified me !! And that she casually kept sending her text messages, unaware or ignorant to the fact of being a complete stalker. A horror story for sure, yet there are actual people like this irl! I think this could be a really good thriller movie. 4/5 stars
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Done! Get super structured in 31 days (2012) by David Stiernholm
Oh. Stiernholm calls himself "Sweden's only structurer" and gives a 31 days step on how to get things done and organize your to-do-lists. Every chapter is a new day with a new "assignment" to do. But instead of giving instructions, he fills the pages of personal observations or conversations from his own workfield. On page 79, Day 13 he tells about a time he fell from a horse and broke his arm? On page 109, Day 20 he talks about writing this very book (not the process or reason, but simply he is writing it)? His own experiences are so specifically subjective, it leaves you with more questions than answers.
It really sounds like a person that does not know what he's teaching, on page 30, Day 2 for example — he lists places you can write your to-do lists on. Such as post-it notes, notepad, word document, on loose paper, index cards, journal, notebook etc. Mentioning the physical shape of a to-do-list feels very basic. I wish he would have instead explored deeper things or educate us on why to-do-lists are so important.
Many days when he's talking about his life (the later days he even transcripts whole dialogues like a novel) it sounds like he basically collect other people's views and suggestions on structure, instead of educating us himself of what he actually knows about the topic. On page 43, Day 5 he admits that a customer suggested to him about organizing the to-do-list after shared "places". Like these things you have to do outside, these are meant to do over the phone, these online. Which is smart but feels like something so obvious that it's strange that "Sweden's only structurer" didn't pick this up himself or could evolve it further. Instead he continues the chapter by listing "place-categories". He gives us: computer, phone, office, home, internet, work boss, meeting, tired, café, car, extra office, customer A, calm&rest, outside, bus, lunch.
To be honest, this book feels like cash grab. Not only does he do commercial for his app and homepage after every chapter, but some days are even called "free / rest" days, where you're not suppose to do anything. There he tell more about himself to fill out the pages. So it's not even 31 days!! What is this..
Even though there's some few good suggestions like "Split your personal project into "half hours", spend 30 minutes every day working on it." and "Remove some things from your to-do-list, limit yourself with 2 meetings a day" for example; it's a cluttered up by his longing of writing a biography. A book about structure, lacking itself structure.
This book has however been rereleased during year 2020, but i have no idea if (but i hope) the book has been edited and become more informative. This one is a hard 1/5 stars
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Masterlist of books mentioned & read by Reese Witherspoon
—A Cuban Girl’s Guide to Tea and Tomorrow, Laura Taylor Namey (2020) (X)
—A Little Princess, Frances Hodgson Burnett (1905)
—A Wrinkle in Time, Madeleine L'Engle (1962)
—Adulting: How to Become a Grown-up in 468 Easy(ish) Steps, Kelly Williams Brown (2013)
—All Is Not Forgotten, Wendy Walker (2016)
—American Like Me, America Ferrera (2018)
—Anne of Green Gables, L.M. Montgomery (1908)
—Becoming, Cindy Crawford (2015)
—Becoming, Michelle Obama (2018)
—Big Little Lies, Liane Moriarty (2014) (X), (X)
—Braving the Wilderness: The Quest for True Belonging and the Courage to Stand Alone, Brené Brown (2017) (X), (X)
—Conviction, Denise Mina (2019)
—Dad Is Fat, Jim Gaffigan (2013)
—Daisy Jones & The Six, Taylor Jenkins Reid (2019) (X)
—Decorating Is Fun!: How to Be Your Own Decorator, Dorothy Draper (1939)
—Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine, Gail Honeyman (2017) (X)
—Erotic Stories for Punjabi Widows, Balli Kaur Jaswal (2017) (X)
—Everything Inside, Edwidge Danticat (2019) (X)
—Fable, Adrienne Young (2020) (X)
—Fair Play: A Game-Changing Solution for When You Have Too Much to Do (And More Life to Live), Eve Rodsky (2019)
—Firekeeper’s Daughter, Angeline Boulley (2021)
—First Comes Love, Emily Giffin (2016)
—From Scratch: A Memoir of Love, Sicily, and Finding Home, Tembi Locke (2019)
—Furia, Yamile Saied Méndez (2020) (X)
—Group: How One Therapist and a Circle of Strangers Saved My Life, Christie Tate (2020) (X)
—Happiness: The Crooked Little Road to Semi-Ever After, Heather Harpham (2017) (X)
—Heart of the Matter, Emily Giffin (2010)
—His Only Wife, Peace Adzo Medie (2020) (X)
—I’m Still Here: Black Dignity in a World Made for Whiteness, Austin Channing Brown (2018) (X), (X), (X)
—In a Dark, Dark Wood, Ruth Ware (2015)
—Infinite Country, Patricia Engel (2021)
—Insight Guides New Zealand, Insight Guides (2012)
—It's All Easy: Delicious Weekday Recipes for the Super-Busy Home Cook, Gwyneth Paltrow, Thea Baumann (2016)
—Let's Explore Diabetes with Owls, David Sedaris (2013)
—Little Fires Everywhere, Celeste Ng (2017) (X), (X), (X)
—Little Hoot, Amy Krouse Rosenthal (2007)
—Little Oink, Amy Krouse Rosenthal (2009)
—Little Pea, Amy Krouse Rosenthal (2005)
—Little Women, Louisa May Alcott (1868)
—Love The One You’re With, Emily Giffin (2008)
—Luckiest Girl Alive, Jessica Knoll (2015)
—Me Before You, Jojo Moyes (2012)
—My Life on the Road, Gloria Steinem (2015)
—Next Year in Havana, Chanel Cleeton (2018) (X)
—Northern Spy, Flynn Berry (2021)
—Not That Kind of Girl: A Young Woman Tells You What She's "Learned", Lena Dunham (2014) (X)
—One Day in December, Josie Silver (2018) (X), (X)
—Outlawed, Anna North (2021)
—Permission to Parent: How to Raise Your Child with Love and Limits, Robin Berman (2014) (X)
—Radical Beauty: How to Transform Yourself from the Inside Out, Deepak Chopra (2016)
—Sense and Sensibility, Jane Austen (1811)
—Something Blue, Emily Giffin (2005)
—Something in the Water, Catherine Steadman (2018) (X), (X)
—Spoon, Amy Krouse Rosenthal (2009)
—Still Lives, Maria Hummel (2018) (X)
—Stirring Up Fun with Food: Over 100 Amazing and Easy Food Crafting Projects, Sarah Michelle Gellar, Gia Russo (2017)
—Such A Fun Age, Kiley Reid (2019) (X), (X)
—The Alice Network, Kate Quinn (2017)
—The Art Forger, Barbara A. Shapiro (2012)
—The Cactus, Sarah Haywood (2018)
—The Chicken Sisters, K.J. Dell'Antonia (2020) (X)
—The Early Stories of Truman Capote, Truman Capote (2015)
—The Engagements, J. Courtney Sullivan (2013)
—The Giver of Stars, Jojo Moyes (2019) (X)
—The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald (1925)
—The Guest List, Lucy Foley (2020) (X), (X)
—The Henna Artist, Alka Joshi (2020) (X), (X), (X)
—The Jetsetters, Amanda Eyre Ward (2020) (X), (X)
—The Last Black Unicorn, Tiffany Haddish (2017)
—The Last House Guest, Megan Miranda (2019)
—The Last Mrs. Parrish, Liv Constantine (2017)
—The Last Story of Mina Lee, Nancy Jooyoun Kim (2020) (X)
—The Library Book, Susan Orlean (2018) (X)
—The Light in Hidden Places, Sharon Cameron (2020) (X)
—The Light We Lost, Jill Santopolo (2017) (X), (X), (X)
—The Lying Game, Ruth Ware (2017)
—The Measure of Our Success: Letter to My Children and Yours, Marian Wright Edelman (1992)
—The Night Tiger, Yangsze Choo (2019)
—The Nightingale, Kristin Hannah (2015)
—The One & Only, Emily Giffin (2014)
—The Other Woman, Sandie Jones (2018) (X)
—The Proposal, Jasmine Guillory (2018) (X)
—The Rules of Magic, Alice Hoffman (2017)
—The Sanatorium, Sarah Pearse (2021)
—The Scent Keeper, Erica Bauermeister (2019) (X), (X), (X)
—The Secrets We Kept, Lara Prescott (2019)
—The Sprinkles Baking Book: 100 Secret Recipes from Candace's Kitchen, Candace Nelson (2016)
—The Wisdom of Sundays: Life-Changing Insights from Super Soul Conversations, Oprah Winfrey (2017)
—The Woman I Wanted To Be, Diane Von Furstenberg (2014)
—These Precious Days: Essays, Ann Patchett (2021)
—Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar, Cheryl Strayed (2012)
—This Is How It Always Is, Laurie Frankel (2017) (X)
—This is the Story of a Happy Marriage, Ann Patchett (2011) (X)
—Untamed, Glennon Doyle (2020) (X), (X), (X)
—Where The Crawdads Sing, Delia Owens (2018) (X), (X), (X)
—Whiskey in a Teacup: What Growing Up in the South Taught Me About Life, Love, and Baking Biscuits, Reese Witherspoon (2018) (X), (X), (X)
—Wildflower, Drew Barrymore (2015)
—Year of Yes, Shonda Rhimes (2015)
—Yes Please, Amy Poehler (2014)
—You Have A Match, Emma Lord (2021)
—You Should See Me In A Crown, Leah Johnson (2020) (X)
—You Think It, I’ll Say It, Curtis Sittenfeld (2017) (X)
—You’ll Grow Out Of It, Jessi Klein (2016)
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Hallmark Projects
Here are some updates on Hallmark production projects from this month. Like always, all the information/speculation I put in this is based off social media posts from different Hallmark actors/actresses, general social media info and a production website I look at often. Things such air dates, airing networks, co-stars, movie titles, etc, are always subject to change.
Cindy Busby and Chad Michael Murray - The Holiday Train - Filming - Only news I’ve been able to find so far is that apparently the child actor who voices Rocky on Paw Patrol will also be in this film based on a social media post by Chad, himself.
Torrey DeVitto - The Christmas Promise - Filming- Giles Panton tagged her in a selfie of himself on set of the film. Now apparently he confirmed he is not the lead in this movie but will be a supporting character. So if that truly is the case, no word on Torrey’s co-lead.
Janel Parrish and Ryan Pavey - Coyote Creek Christmas - Filming - Not much word on this film other than the basics already listed so far. But they should be about halfway or so through filming.
Lyndsy Fonseca, Chandler Massey, Eric Freeman and Lea Thompson - Next Stop Christmas - Filming - Known actress Lea, actor from Katy Keene and 2 past/present soap stars all wrapped up in one Hallmark film! All that is know about this film is that it is filming in Connecticut.
Merritt Patterson and Jon Ecker - Gingerbread Miracle - Filming - They both posted set selfie photos and Merritt posted a photo of just Jon on her social media. Pretty sure it’s safe to say the movie will deal with Gingerbread in some way.
Kristoffer Polaha - Christmas Sail - Filming - While it’s not confirmed, it’s a safe bet to assume he’s one of the leads in this film. He commented on the directors post jokingly asking for details about the movie, director Stacey Harding teasingly responded saying it’s top secret.
Erin Cahill and Wes Brown - The Search for Christmas - Upcoming - All that is known about the film is that it will be filled in Mississippi. Erin shared that info herself on social media. I’m guessing production should be starting with the next few weeks.
Tamera Mowry-Housley - I Spy Christmas turned The Santa Stakeout - Wrapped - No word on co-star but from a twitter source I use, Devon Alexander, who appeared as a supporting character in a handful of Hallmark films has a role in the film. So there is a potential of him being the lead.
Ashleigh Murray and Luke James - Christmas in Harmony - Wrapped - Also starring, Tia Streaty and Loretta Devine. From my twitter source, it seems like this film with be music themed. According to a very vague plot description it’s about a women returning home to find her herself and finds love along the way...shocking right? But both leads are new to the network as this will be their first film.
Luke Mcfarlane and Heather Hemmens - Christmas in my Heart - Wrapped - Based on film description he’ll play a country artist with Hemmens playing a concert violinist. According to the article I saw he will playing a father in this film. It is said to air on HMM channel.
Current Hallmark Filming/Pairing Rumors:
Danica McKeller and Benjamin Ayres or Paul Campbell - You, Me and the Christmas Trees - Wrapped - Directed by David Winning, a well known Hallmark director. There are 2 possible male leads I’ve been hearing. Based on social media both men were filming something Christmas themed around the same time fame as Danica. It seems more likely to be Benjamin but either way it could very well seem that we will be getting a holiday movie from both guys this year!
Rukiya Bernard and Dewshane Williams - Christmas Time is Here - Filming/Wrapped - While I have yet to hear confirmation that she will starring opposite Dewshane again, according to some on set photos, cast and crew confirmed Rukiya would be the leading lady.
Andrew Walker and Aimee Teegarden - My Christmas Family Tree - Filming - Currently under the rumor mill as both are are apparently in Vancouver and filming around the same locations according to my twitter source of mine. While it can be safe to assume, there has not been any confirmation yet.
Bethany Joy Lenz and Tyler Hynes - An Unexpected Christmas - Upcoming - Tyler is currently in Vancouver, he mentioned recently that he was gearing up for a Christmas movie, and Bethany posted on social media about heading to Vancouver for a Hallmark Christmas film. While it could be nothing, this is a another possible and current pairing rumor going around.
Eloise Mumford - According to my twitter source there is a rumor of Eloise returning for another Hallmark Christmas film this year. Her last was in 2018 and apparently it is suppose to start sometime filming next month sometime.
Possible Hallmark Projects:
Susie Abromeit - Much ADO About Christmas - Wrapped - Directed by Michael Damian. Susie starred in A Perfect Christmas with the network along with a supporting character in Snow Bride. Apparently Torrance Coombs also stars in the film, not sure if he is lead or not.
Dillion Casey and Sarah Lind - The Great Christmas Switch - Wrapped - Directed by Ernie Barbarash. He’s directed 3 Hallmark moves in the past, recently Christmas in Rome. Lind is currently starring in the Martha’s Vineyard HMM Series and Casey has only been in 1 pervious Hallmark movie which was A Perfect Christmas where he was the lead guy.
**Given that it’s Christmas filming season on the network, I know lots of holiday movie titles and stars have been confirmed for Hallmark Christmas 2021 (Lacey, Candance, Alison, etc.) that will probably be starting production in Sept. Like always I plan on digging up what I can find for next months production post, unless the network beats me to it and releases everything first.**
So what are your thoughts on this first big round of holiday news!? See any pairings you’re already excited for?
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With Dragon Age 4 still quite a few years away, given it's expected 2022-2023 release window. I've been reflecting and thinking retrospectively about how long Dragon Age 4 has actually been in development. And so, with that question, here I am on a quest to try and answer it.
This investigation has been put together for the betterment of everyone in the BioWare community, including myself, plaguing the developers with infinite questions regarding what’s next for Dragon Age and when will we hear something about the next game.
If we, as a community, can understand at which point BioWare are with the development of the next Dragon Age, then perhaps we’ll have more grace and patience as we support the developers with their hard work and dedication to creating the next game.
We’d have some appreciation, all the while garnering an understanding of how long this game has left in development. Yes, for our sakes, but also for BioWare’s sake. We need to see if EA are giving the Dragon Age team enough time for them to create the Dragon Age game they want to make, and nothing short of that.
And that’s exactly what I want to uncover in this video. With that, let’s begin. it's no secret that the next Dragon Age game has already had quite the tumultuous time in its early stages of production:
The previous iteration known as 'Joplin' was canned and has been rebooted for 'live service elements'.
The Creative Director and 14-year BioWare Veteran Mike Laidlaw left the studio, along with his vision for the next Dragon Age game.
Shortly after that, the Lead Writer and 17-year BioWare Veteran David Gaider left the studio to pursue other games design avenues.
Not to mention the anxiety and panic attacks the developers faced ensuing Anthem's development.
Although all of these factors point to disaster and worry, and they can lead to mixed feelings about the next game in production, I can assure you that there's still plenty confidence and hope for the next iteration of Dragon Age 4:
The developers working on the next Dragon Age game are creating the next with "an eye to what the fans love about Dragon Age, which is easy because they love Dragon Age."
The Creative Director of 'Morrison', the latest iteration is Matthew Goldman, the previous Art Director of Dragon Age: Inquisition.
Plenty of BioWare Veterans are still in the studio, working on the next Dragon Age title such as Patrick Weekes (15 years), John Epler (13 years), Caroline Livingstone (12 years), Mary Kirby (13 years), Graham Scott (13 years), Mark Darrah (23 years?), Parrish Ley (14 years), Lucas Krisjanson (22 years), and many more legacy developers!
There's been signs of improvement within the working conditions at BioWare, Casey Hudson personally has been getting involved with solving these issues. I've seen a few developers sharing tweets that they're enjoying working at BioWare, and they're eager to share more on the next Dragon Age game. I'll share even more on this topic in my next news video coming end of May! But it seems that the developers are staying on top, and positive for the next Dragon Age.
Regardless, I'll take any chance I can get to inspire folks that the next Dragon Age game is in the right hands and BioWare are aware of what the fans expect from them. Let's move on to the main investigation of this video, to examine the next Dragon Age game’s development process.
Ironically, the next game hasn't officially been announced, according to many of the developers at BioWare, yet EA have already given the project an initial release window of 2022-2023. One of the main questions I want to answer by the end of this video is, do BioWare have enough time to create an epic Dragon Age game, with that strict deadline mandated by EA?
Well, in order to answer that question and understand the production stages the game is currently at, I'm going to have to begin at the start by revisiting Jason Schreier's "The Past & Present Of Dragon Age", which I know we've talked about a lot, but it's the biggest indicator on Dragon Age 4's development. So, here we go.
2015:
Following Dragon Age: Inquisition's Trespasser DLC release in 2015, Dragon Age 4's previous iteration began its very early stages of production. The plans for the next game were very exciting, and some of the developers had put their best work into it.
The project was called 'Joplin' and it would've centred on spies embarking on heists in Tevinter, smaller in scale then Inquisition, however, much further in depth, choices and consequences. And there was an emphasis on repeat play, having the player's visit previous areas again, with new content.
2016:
However, the first major bump in the road occurred in 2016, one year after development had started. Mass Effect: Andromeda required all hands-on deck, and so many members of the Dragon Age team were moved to work on Andromeda, they're even mentioned in the credits of Andromeda as the 'Dragon Age Finaling Team.'
2017:
After Andromeda's release in March 2017, it was back to working on 'Joplin' for the majority of the shifted developers. For some developers, it was refreshing to get back to working on the next Dragon Age. However, it wasn't long before BioWare's next releasing title - Anthem was suffering through development troubles. By the latter half of 2017, Anthem was in real trouble, and so EA took drastic action.
In October, 2017, EA cancelled Joplin's development and moved the bulk of the project's staff onto Anthem. With two years of development on a project that will never see the light of day, Mike Laidlaw departed BioWare that same month.
Alexis Kennedy was previously working on 'Joplin' too, however, according to his LinkedIn profile, he left the project in October too. It seems his work only extended to 'Joplin' and will most likely be scrapped as well.
Towards the end of 2017, as the majority of "Joplin's" core team went to work on Anthem, a very small skeleton team stuck around to work on a brand-new Dragon Age project under the new title 'Morrison.' This team will have consistent of developers like Patrick Weekes, who was anointed the role of Lead Writer since David Gaider departed. Other key developers working on the foundations of 'Morrison' in 2017 included: John Epler, Matthew Goldman, Daniel Kading, Matt Rhodes and many other talented designers.
It's unknown how much of "Joplin's" previous work will make its way into 'Morrison', surely a project with production escalating over two years would have some worthy elements that could be added to 'Morrison'
As it stands, we don't know if the games will share the same vision, or if any of the same key mechanics, concepts, story threads, etc, have made their way into Morrison.
All that is known about 'Morrison' is that the game has been rebooted with Anthem's codebase, so the developers aren't starting from complete scratch, they'll have somewhat of a preset of the Frostbite engine that can act as Dragon Age 4's very foundations. However, unlike Joplin, this new version of the fourth Dragon Age is planned with a live service component, built for long-term gameplay and revenue.
A few developers working on 'Morrison' stated that this game will change drastically in the next two years, however, that's been the case with every Dragon Age game. The point is that the project will take many different shapes until it feels like a Dragon Age game.
2018:
So, we know that this project reboot happened around the end of 2017, with a very small skeleton team going forward following a slightly new approach, and a new Creative Director. This is the new Dragon Age 4 that was later teased at The Game Awards in 2018. However, unbenounced to us at the time, we didn't know the game was rebooted, and therefore, as fans do, we presumed that this title would release soon.
In actuality, when 'The Dread Wolf Rises' teaser dropped, the new iteration of Dragon Age 4 had only been in very early development with a small team for about a year, hence why we still haven't heard, or seen anything of this project since. the game's production stages had barely started.
Not only that, but the teaser wasn’t supposed to act as an announcement, but more of a message to the fans that something is happening with Dragon Age.
2019:
Anthem shipped in February, 2019, and following its release, the Dragon Age developers who were shuffled to the Anthem team back in 2017, then went back to the new iteration of Dragon Age in May of 2019, including the Executive Producer, Mark Darrah.
The Dragon Age team; fully operational with all hands-on deck, could begin to wrap up its pre-production stages, and start production development. We discovered a few key production stages last year in my massive 2019 news roundup, things like voice acting, concept art, and potential 3D models.
Fernando Melo left the studio in August of 2019, stating that his work of “guiding the team through EA’s concept and early production phases” had been complete, and he felt it was the least messy time to leave the company. This proves that indeed; the title has begun production stages.
2020:
With that, we can safely say that Dragon Age 4's production has continually increased, as the project makes its way through many core development stages.
To this date, the game has recently had script readings for scenes, some of them being romance moments. Animations for a dog-like companion. Something about coding 'Scriplets' and plenty more of tidbits, that if you're interested be sure to check out my latest news video.
Conclusions:
So, in an attempt to work out how long Dragon Age 4 has been in development... If we do some quick maths, it seems that project 'Joplin' was in development for around two years, between 2015 - 2017.
Therefore, project 'Morrison' has been in development for around 3 years, given that it started in 2017 - present.
However, from late 2017 to early 2019. the work on 'Morrison' was pre-production. The main production stages began in May 2019.
So, 'Morrison' has been in pre-production for approximately 18 months, with the production stages starting around a year ago, in May 2019.
With its release window of 2022-2023, can BioWare successfully create an epic Dragon Age title? Is this enough time for the developers to create the best Dragon Age possible?
Well, I'm not one to leave you with rhetorical questions. If we look at Dragon Age: Inquisition's development, a game that I'd consider to be a Dragon Age epic, that served the fans supremely well.
In a 2014 interview with Mike Laidlaw, conducted by UK newspaper The Guardian:
Dragon Age: Inquisition's production had been about three years, but taking in the early concepting, it would be four years. As studio general manager Aaryn Flynn kindly pointed out, that’s about 10% of Mike's life.
If we go by that measure, 'Morrison' with 18 months of pre-production and one year of full production, and two to three years of development left before an initial release window.... it sounds quite plausible that BioWare could pull this off.
Although BioWare have their work cut out for them, I have hope that they can deliver an amazing Dragon Age game dedicated to the fans. With plenty of time spent on the pre-production stages, hopefully the team has learned from Anthem and Andromeda's rough early stages, and they've conceptualised the development enough, that production can carry on at ease.
And regarding Joplin's two years of previous work, I hope that at least some aspects of that project's production went into 'Morrison', the core concept alone sounded like it could've been the best Dragon Age game to date, and with so many developers pouring in some of their best work, I truly hope that it all hasn't been canned and it can make its way into the next Dragon Age game.
Regardless, I have a news update in the works for the end of May as I mentioned before, there's still plenty of tidbits coming out, and as I stated in my Tinfoil Tea Party podcast, I'll be doing news videos before the first of every month when we have enough, well news... In April, we got a fair bit, but May has been epic so far. So, stay tuned for that!
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✮ ∷ ╰ 𝖚𝖕𝖉𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 .
I FEEL LIKE i just ran away from home and then realized i’m five and, unfortunately, cannot survive without my parents. LMDFLKDFGM i missed u all and had to return… we hate to see it. anyway! whew. i figured i’d post a refreshed lil intro for cohen to make sure i hit on some key changes before i hop back into the game! the most important / group-related part is right at the top, so if u read nothing else, read that! ily all and i’m excited to jump back in like i never left. i’ll be sliding in dms and makin’ starters asap, so if u wanna make some connection changes my door’s always open! x
✮ ∷ ╰ 𝖈𝖔𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖘𝖊𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖆 : 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 .
cohen currently lives in a glorified, raggedy frat-esque house ( he is NOT a fratboy but he might as well be huh ) of his own right off campus, about a five minute drive / ten minute walk from the stadium ( it’s about four bedrooms large with three bathrooms, all on one floor. think david dobrik’s house–click here to see–except much uglier and CHEAP MVDFLG ).
he’s fiscally very protective of his savings. he’s been working since he was 12 with his dad, and never ever spent his money, despite some repetitive near-misses where his parents tried ( and failed, bc cohen’s slick ) to steal money from him. basically he now pays for his share of the house using the money he saves/has always saved working for factories, farms, & fixing people’s junk cars.
his only current roommate is foster, meaning he has two spare rooms he’s not really doing anything with. beer pong table’s outside, the kitchen is the alcohol hot spot, there’s a pool table instead of a dining room table, u know how it goes.
regardless, he throws open invite house parties literally every weekend. they take place every friday night up until the sun rises on sunday morning–whether he’s around the house for all of five seconds or all night doesn’t matter, because they’re always a-go.
you’re all 100% free to use his house entirely at your leisure for character fun / development / a place for ur thread to take place / etc! you don’t even need to get my okay beforehand! just do it! think of it as a known dillon fact that cohen’s having a house party every weekend NFKDFNDFKJG.
no matter who you are, whether cohen likes you or not, he will not care if you show up with some randos or familiar faces and party it out. he’s socially bored 24/7 and full of apathy and alcohol at all times so mans probably will be plastered drunk out doing donuts in the parking lot and fighting someone he doesn’t have beef with anyway. ur muse probably won’t even see him there. LMKGDFLG if you’ve ever seen burlesque? literally him showing up to his OWN house for a visit / to get plastered and then wander off during the weekend party is…. real. so yeah! use his house like it’s ur own. just be out by sunday afternoon bc he likes to pretend none of it ever happened as soon as he wakes up and has to be sober for school. x KMVFBLFG love u all.
✮ ∷ ╰ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 & 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 .
tw: eating disorder mentions ( food & lifestyle ), drug addiction / recovery, alcoholism, & mentions of past steroid use.
full name. cohen anthony segura.
aka. co, jet.
character inspiration. adam parrish ( the raven cycle ), vince howard & tim riggins lovechild ( if y’all watched fnl…. let’s cry together ), a much more problematic & asshole-ish david dobrik ( the vlog squad ), nathan scott ( oth ), steven hyde ( that ‘70s show ), emily prentiss & aaron hotchner lovechild ( criminal minds ), & noel miller ( tmg ).
age & d.o.b. twenty-two. birthdate tbd.
zodiac. virgo sun, aries moon, & aquarius rising.
pronouns. he / him.
orientation. openly bisexual.
this has never presented as too large of an issue for cohen, despite living in dillon. he isn’t afraid of being talked about, and has a history of making sure people know he can hold his own if anyone has anything to say about his personal life.
university major. architecture & architectural technology.
after living in a trailer for the duration of his life, the idea that he would be invested in architecture is astounding. however, here he is. his passion for home creation stemmed from growing up and envisioning a real home to live in. his parents are both into self-taught carpentry, and his dad was shoving tools and measuring tape into his hands from the time he was young in an effort to instill in him a firm “get it done yourself” mindset. he spends his time studying structure & building planning, and secretly has a journal full of dream house mark-ups.
occupation. wide receiver for the dillon panthers, full time student, & prospective architect / carpenter post-college.
tattoos. many riddled throughout his body. brandon arreaga’s tattoos are cohen’s.
face claim. brandon arreaga.
alignment. neutral evil.
hogwarts. slytherin.
positive & negative traits. ( if u’ve already read this do not read it again i promise u nothing here changed LSMFLD )
hardworking–he works himself to the bone and is entirely unapologetic about it. you’ll rarely catch him slipping, but if he does, he’s the first to get ear-splittingly angry with himself over it. he’s way too hard on himself & he knows it, but he’ll never admit it.
he nitpicks at the flaws of others in an effort to feel superior, and always acts unaffected when he’s called out for bringing the team down when he’s not taking care of himself ( cue vince howard from fnl or nathan scott from oth scenes where they’re bragging about how good they are on the field even though he’s apt to get himself hurt because of how desperate he is for some kind of validation–cohen had a huge issue with restricting and abusing stimulants / testing steroids throughout high school and college in an attempt to boost his football persona. he was always incredibly fast and beat literal ODDS to maintain his wide receiver position, but especially thanks to his small build he’s used to being underestimated / downplayed, which puts a really heavy weight on his shoulders. today, he’s eating healthily, he’s off drugs, and he’s taking care of himself better than he ever has before, but it’s still incredibly hard and he still reaches out for ways to overcompensate, which is where alcohol usually comes into play ).
transparent–sure, he can turn into a stressed out & irritable jerk within a fraction of a second, but at least he’s upfront about when he switches lanes. LDFGLMKFG
he’s incredibly focused, which means he’s never going to linger in uncertainty for too long before he admits that he’s just not down to be around you / to be there / to talk / etc. he’s no bullshitter by any means. he’d rather hurt your feelings and keep his environment stable and tactile than stick around and put his easily shaken emotions at risk just to make you comfy.
he’s also accountable. he knows when he’s causing shit to fuck up & hit the fan, and he’s always quick to right wrongs when things are on him. ofc he’s bred from a family full of blame-givers, so he unhealthily picked up a bad habit of being really good at sounding like he’s apologizing sincerely when he’s really just trying to end a fight because he’s annoyed. LDCLDKMFDFG.
he’s blunt, temperamental, & incredibly selfish when it comes to his own lifelines / vices, but wholeheartedly selfless when it comes to doing anything to protect or lift up the people he loves.
mental diagnoses. anorexia nervosa ( in recovery ), alcoholism ( ongoing ), an addiction to various stimulants ( in recovery ), & frequent past attempts at steroid use.
physical diagnoses. n / a.
phobias. has an irrational fear of accidentally burning down his house. will get immensely stressed–to the point where he’s absolutely annoying and intolerable to put up with / be around–if someone’s cooking or baking “irresponsibly.” will probably yell at you and hover-cook until you let him take over so he can make sure nothing goes wrong. LMSDFKLFG
scars. an appendix scar on his lower left side.
drug use. frequently.
alcohol use. frequently.
diet. very decently rounded. he loves to cook, despite being self-taught. growing up the way he did, he settles for making simple dishes very well. he’s not the type to go all out for dinner. he meal preps like it’s his job. he usually just settles with some kind of pan-friend chicken and pasta dish at home.
birth place. dillon, texas.
parents. "jude" judith & anthony segura.
two lower class parents with deep-rooted anger issues. they currently live in the same trailer park together, in separate trailers, and fight with each other constantly. they claim they’re divorced, and are seeing other people, but they’ve never actually filed for anything, since anthony segura thinks it’s just a ploy for judith to take “half [his] shit.” cohen visits them often, and acts as a middle ground child who hates but loves both of them equally. his dad enjoys / tolerates his son’s presence more than his mother does, but only marginally. his mother’s much less concerned with the fact that she has children, since, in her mind, her relationship issues are the most important things in her life. cohen spent many nights as a kid with his drugged up mom in his lap while she cried about not being loved by anyone. his dad, even though he’s rough with cohen, at least spends time with him every now and again. as a kid, his dad was handing him beers to drink and tools to learn to use to prove he was a man ( despite being a ten y/o child bfkjgk oh well! ). regardless, today cohen lives on his own but is still the financial backbone for his parents–since his mom is unemployed and his dad is a seasonal construction worker–and has been since he was fifteen. they ask him for money every chance they get, and cohen never says no.
siblings. a younger sister ( by two years ). loves her to death. would protect her with his life.
pets. he’s notorious for letting a certain set of strays run amuck in his house. he feeds the neighborhood cat, is a-okay with people bringing their animals to his parties, etc. but he’s too scared of permanence and obsessed with independence to ever follow through with getting his own animal.
education. current senior at dillon university.
he has always been a decent student. he got into architectural honors college his sophomore year of college. however, he’s still not by any means incredibly intelligent. he’s decent grade-wise, but only because he tries really hard and puts in the effort it takes to keep up in a field like architecture. he’s also a chronic cheater, but c’est la vie! lmfgdflkg he spends the vast majority of his time either studying or practicing, and gets very irritable very quick doing either activity because he doesn’t know how to manage stress, so he drinks in the evenings in an attempt to make up for his tense demeanor, but he’s an angry drunk so… whomst are we really kidding here. LMDFKLG
languages. english & american sign language.
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Chapter 2: The Raven Boys
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Fortunately for Wymack, the boys were, in fact, waiting by the front door. Unfortunately, Henry Cheng had joined them.
Henry noticed the coach’s approach and his jaw fell open. “Is that Coach Wymack?” he asked incredulously. “As in, Coach David Wymack of the Palmetto Foxes? Who learned Exy under Kaleigh Day? The coach of the team with the most incredible turnaround in NCAA Exy history?” He rocked on his heels, looking like he was either going to faint or jump through the roof in excitement.
Gansey put a hand on Henry's shoulder. "Easy there, man. Can we help you, Coach?" He asked in his most presidential voice.
Wymack's hackles rose a bit. That voice reeked of money and power, of authority and privilege, and went against everything the Foxes were. He could tell that it was a mask, and there was something decidedly off about this boy, but even so this boy in front of him was not the kind of kid he would choose to be a Fox. But, he was out of options now, and was going to have to make the best of it. He sighed. This was not going to be fun for him. "Yes, actually. I'd like to talk to the three of you, if you have a minute." He gave Henry a pointed look.
Henry had many faults, but an inability to take hints was not on the list. "I'll meet you guys at Ninos, then." Only Henry could be honestly described as waltzing away, but he did so whistling.
Wymack sighed just a tiny bit in relief before turning back to the three players. He appraised them for a minute, trying to figure out the best approach with them.
The three of them painted an interesting picture together. Richard Campell Gansey the Third stood tall and polished, the picture-perfect product of his upbringing, presidential and almost imposing despite his age. Ronan Lynch was full of angles and edges, his strength and ferocity outlined in black. Adam Parrish was muted, somehow, as if half of him was far away or he was half asleep. Half asleep, Wymack decided, judging by the bags under his eyes.
He could feel a very strange aura surrounding the three of them. It whispered of forests, of magic, of beauty in creation and a threat of destruction. It was like nothing he had ever felt before, and he couldn’t determine which of the three it came from. Maybe it was all at once. Beneath it all, he could sense darkness within each one of the boys. They all had different shades of it, and they were all on the way to mending in their own way. He decided it would have to be enough. If he hadn’t sensed even a little bit of that, he would never have been able to bring himself to add them to his Foxes. That was his criteria, after all: he took broken people, those who needed a second chance. These boys may not all need him to get that second chance, but at least they were all broken.
Eventually Wymack resorted to his default style: gruff no-nonsense, straight to the point. "Here’s the thing, boys. I didn’t come here for the three of you, but I was impressed with what I saw. I’m in desperate need of two dealers and a goalie. Each of you can have a full-ride scholarship if you’ll sign to my team.”
Adam did not hesitate. “I’m in.”
Gansey and Ronan both looked at him in surprise. “What happened to Harvard?” Gansey asked.
“I didn’t get a scholarship,” Adam replied coolly. “Palmetto isn’t my first choice of school, but I’d get the chance to play more Exy, go to school for free, and not have to work.” He looked wistful. “I’ll be able to sleep.”
Ronan glared. “I’m not going with you.”
Gansey turned to him, eyes pleading. “But why not?”
“You know why. I have to stay here.” Ronan nodded towards Wymack to indicate why he wouldn’t go into more detail. “And I can’t leave Opal alone.” He stomped off.
Gansey looked chagrined, and then sighed. “May we have a night to think about it, Coach Wymack?” Wymack nodded. “We may be able to work something out for him. If I can convince him to sign, then I will too.”
“Well, I’ll be here until tomorrow morning.” He pulled out a blank sheet of paper from one of his files and wrote “300 Fox Way” on it before handing it to Gansey. “I’ll be visiting an old friend at this address, so you can stop by when you’re ready to sign.” Gansey read the paper and laughed, handing it to Adam, who also laughed. Wymack’s eyebrows rose. “Are you familiar with it?”
Gansey grinned. “Our good friend Blue lives there.”
Well, that explains a lot, thought Wymack.
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The five of them finally convened at Ninos later that night. Henry had already ordered enough pizza and breadsticks for a small army by the time Gansey and Adam had arrived, and Ronan had probably eaten half of it himself.
“What took you so long?” asked Blue, in between bites. She was out of her jersey, wearing possibly 4 different shirts that had been stitched together into a dress before going through a woodchipper. “Wymack doesn’t talk that much.”
Gansey laughed. “I knew he was here to recruit you. You’re an excellent striker, and apparently he’s an old family friend. You’ve been holding out on us.”
Blue grimaced. “I’d never heard my mother mention him, but apparently they go way back.” She took another bite of pizza, chased it down with some soda, and then gave in. “I saw his face change when I walked into the room. He’s very clearly a psychic; that must be how they know each other.” She laughed then. “I will never be free of them, will I?”
“I hope not,” Adam muttered around his mouthful of pepperoni. Blue was a bit chagrined; she tended to forget that he was technically a psychic now too.
“Sorry, Adam,” she said gently. “You know I don’t lump you in with the others. Anyway, I signed on. Full scholarship, five years. I think I might be able to study abroad in the summers if I work it out with Coach before hand. What about you guys?”
“We all have offers,” Gansey began.
“I signed with them,” Adam butted in. “And I know you want to. Ronan shot them down.”
All four of the others turned their attention to Ronan. “Spit it out,” Blue said. “Why did you say no?”
Ronan just glared at her, but he had never won a staredown with her yet, and this was not his chance to start. “I can’t control my dreams off the leyline,” he muttered. “It’d be dangerous for me to leave. And I can’t leave Opal by herself for that long. I don’t want her to get hurt.”
Blue nodded in understanding, and the table was silent for a moment. Gansey broke it. “I’m pretty sure Palmetto is on a leyline,” he mused. “I’m sure any leyline would work, not just this one.” He pulled his journal out of his pocket, and Ronan rolled his eyes.
“We already found Glendower. Do you still need to carry that fucking thing around?”
“Yes, Ronan,” Gansey replied with his ever-infinite patience. “Look. We will be right on the line.” He spun the book around so that the other at the table could look at the map. Blue reach out to trace the line that clearly passed through Palmetto. Henry grabbed her wrist and handed her a napkin before she could get grease on the book.
Adam tilted his head to the side, his sign that he was thinking about what to say. “It may not be as strong as our leyline, but if it is it may work. I can do maintenance on it too.” He looked at Ronan for confirmation and got a glare in return. “That solves only half the problem, however.”
“I have an idea,” said Henry, who had been astonishingly quiet so far. The table looked at him in surprise. “You’ve been planning to revive Cabeswater, right, Ronan?” The dark boy nodded, eyes wary. “Dream it tonight. Your mom can stay there with Opal, and you can come back and visit every weekend that we don’t have a game. It’d be a long drive, but doable.”
Ronan nodded. “I will try tonight. I’ll need some help, maggot.” Blue nodded. “Adam?”
They looked at each other, Greywaren and Magician. To them, nobody else mattered in that moment. They could read each other in a way the others couldn’t, as if they moved to a rhythm no one else could hear. An unsettling grin spread across Ronan’s face at the same moment that Adam’s mouth twitched into a small smile. “I’m in,” Adam said.
Gansey grinned and then finally settled into the pizza. “Looks like we have a plan. Blue? You better call Fox Way.”
Blue was already pulling her phone out of her pocket, and she laughed. “I’ll tell them I’ll be gone all night. Let’s do this.”
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They gathered that night in the spot where the entrance to Cabeswater had been. Blue, ever the sensible one, had packed a few bags full of blankets so they wouldn’t freeze in the spring night. She'd also brought a few candles, a bowl, and a jug of grape juice for Adam to meditate with.
The five of them set up the site quietly. Gansey and Henry's presence wasn't necessary, but at this point in their adventures it would have been beyond useless to ask them to sit out, so they'd joined under strict orders to be as quiet as they could be. It was a tall order for talkative Cheng, but the somber feel of the night finally got through to him.
Ronan had a makeshift bed set up, and Adam sat next to him. Between them was the candle, now lit, and a bowl full of grape juice. Blue settled herself there as well, and the three of them made a circle. Adam and Blue linked hands, and each rested a palm on Ronan's head, which made him curse.
"Did you have a better plan?" Blue snapped. Ronan cursed again before shifting around so he could have both his hands free and within reach of the others. Ronan closed his eyes and Adam settled his gaze into the bowl.
After a few minutes it became clear to Henry that Adam was zoned out and Ronan was asleep, so he felt safe to whisper a bit to Gansey and Blue. "I know this was my idea," he started, "but do you think it will actually work? I'm still new to this aspect of everything."
Blue didn’t remove her gaze from Adam's face. "I'm not sure," she murmured, "but I think it's our best bet. I'd feel better if we all went to Palmetto together. I know Ronan can take care of himself, but he shouldn't have to. I don’t want to leave him alone." Henry shifted around uncomfortably. He didn’t want to be left behind either. He was the newest piece of the group, and it seemed like he would never quite fit in right. Perhaps it was because he was stepping into the shoes of a dead boy who he had never met. Perhaps it was just that he had missed the bulk of the drama. He was happy to be here, but sad that he didn’t feel like he would ever really belong.
Blue seemed to sense his thoughts, as she was wont to do. "You belong with us too, Henry, but you don’t need to give up Venezuela for us. You'll come back to us." She turned her head slightly so he could see her ghost of a smile. "And this way, I'll be able to afford to come visit you on spring break."
Henry smiled. "I'll hold you to that then." A silence stretched between them. "Though if it doesn't work-"
"It will work," Gansey declared. His voice was full of command. It was the voice that had woken the creatures in the cave, the voice that had demanded that Cabeswater give up Glendower. His voice seemed to ripple through the air, leaving Blue and Henry shivering in its wake. "It will work," he said again, "and it will be stronger than ever before."
At that instant Adam snapped his gaze up to Blue, eyes wild. "It's here." A bolt of lightning shot down from the cloudless sky, striking the ground right in the center of the group, and the world went white.
***
They hiked out of the forest in silence that night, hesitant to break the spell that had surrounded them. Their dream forest was back. It was not the same forest, with different trees and streams and animals, but it still spoke Latin. It recognized them all. Greywaren, Treedaughter, King, Magician. It even knew Henry, though none of them had a translation for the dream speak word that had been used.
It was still a place of beauty, and, as always, a place of dreams. The crowning gem had been the clearing where it always rained and the rain made you feel both happy and sad.
Blue had cried, thinking of Noah and how much he would have loved it. She knew he was gone, knew deep in her heart that he had let go and moved on. He'd always understood her more than any of the others had. She knew it was a ghost thing. But she had understood him in return. She knew he had held on in fear- not for himself, but for his friends. For the life he had saved on the leyline 7 years ago. For the family he had created after death. He knew they were safe now, and so he had gone.
They arrived back at Monmouth as the sun went up, having silently agreed that they needed to be together. But before they could sleep, Blue borrowed Ronan's phone and called Fox Way. "Put Coach on the line," she told Orla. She looked at Ronan, eyebrow raised, and he glared back for awhile before grinning and nodding. "Hello, yes, Coach." She continued. "This is Blue. Ronan and Gansey are in. Leave the paperwork with my mother, they will send it in later. We are going to bed." She listened for awhile before handing the phone to Gansey.
"Hello," Gansey said, bringing out the President Cellphone voice. "Yes, we are both in. No, she didn’t bully us into it. We had to work something out together last night to make it possible for Ronan to join us. Yes, he is in too. No, he doesn’t want to talk to you," he told Coach without even asking Ronan, who grinned even wider, leaning back on the couch. "See you in July then." He hung up. "Guess that's it then." He grinned. "We're going to Palmetto." Blue and Henry cheered, waking up Adam who had already passed out on the couch. Ronan grabbed Adam and dragged him toward his room. Blue went to Noah's old room, leaving Gansey and Henry alone in the front room together.
Gansey looked at Henry for a moment before reaching out and clasping him on the shoulder. "I wish you were coming with us."
Henry shook his head and tried to smile, but it was obviously an effort. "You won’t be rid of me forever," he said. “I’ll miss you, but I can afford to come visit. And I’ll be there next year, if not in the spring.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
Gansey relaxed. It just wouldn’t be right until they were all together again, but for now this was good enough.
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