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LO & FRANKIE — THREAD 001.

description : mostly for my own records bt jst an unhinged text interaction between lo and frankie tht i wanna immortalise on my blog x

featuring : frankie @eclvpses

𝐥𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

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𝐥𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

heeeeeeeyyyyy so i came into fannys earlier and i wanted to talk to you because i feel like i haven't seen you since forever ago but you were talking to jules so i didn't wanna bother you or anything but i was also like. i don't know. jealous i guess? i don't know. i don't even know if that's a thing but like. she's really pretty so if you did like her i would totally get it. it's literally so fine if you like her and if you don't even like me like it's whatever like i won't be upset i'd just rather know so i'm not like. wasting my time or whatever you know. not that im wasting my time because, like, every moment i spend with you is treasured regardless of what we are but also like. i don't know i guess some clarity would be nice but like im also so aware of the fact that im doing the thing i do where i just get super intense n scare guys off and im trying not to be clingy but yeah i don't know am i making any sense right now?? whatever i think you're cool and i guess it wouldn't suck if we like. hung out more or whatever.

frankie noel

hi! this whole text made me very happy im not sure what to do with myself jules is like my sister we’re not a thing in the absolute slightest she’s a best friend i like you a lot tho and i want you to be very intense with me we can hang out now if ur not busy

𝐥𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

aaaaaaaaaaaaah okay sorry for putting 2 and 2 together and getting 12 is it weird if i say im like. kinda glad ur just friends? not to be super "my parents aren't home" but the family im au pairing for are actually vacationing in PR for the holidays so... i have full run of the house while they're gone 👉👈 or we could just get a christmas drink in town? whatever you want, im easy breezy lemon squeezey 🍋

frankie noel

don’t worry about it, people usually assume the same thing she’s very Affectionate and Touchy (said fondly tho) but i’m glad ur glad :) i can come by this evening, i’m just doing some standard christmas hubbub with my aunts first […] i can have them put together a plate for u?? there’s gonna b a lot of leftovers they always make like 1000x more than necessary for fanny’s regulars that don’t have anything to do on christmas i’ll bring my own it can b like a little christmas date 🎄🎅🏻

𝐥𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

oh. does it bother you that im like super touchy and affectionate? because i can tone that down if you like. guess some people are just built that way hope it's going well!! love suzette and molly so much, like i know they barely know me but if they ever needed a hand i would literally chew my own arm off to give it to them [...] that's so sweet, frankie. like really so sweet, i don't think anyone's ever done anything that kind for me. are you sure?? i mean it's christmas, so i totally get it if you'd rather spend it with family [...] but if you do come you could always like. sleepover or whatever. borrow my pyjamas and have waffles in the morning. if you wanted. [...] sorry, just realised that sounds kinda slutty!! the last thing i wanna do is make you uncomfy! we'll just see how it goes n if it gets late and u do wanna stay we can always reassess the sitch and sleep in separate rooms like victorians if you want! or not! im chill! will just be nice to see you n stuff x

frankie noel

it doesn’t bother me at all, there’d be more affection and touching if i had it my way from u specifically, to clarify, my heart gets warm whenever we’re even in the same room together the touching’s nice they know all about u, they’re gonna b thrilled they have a fan club now 🫡 […] well you feel like family to me and i spend every day with them, we already did gifts the christmas magic is Over now i want to be with you […] packing my overnight bag As We Speak i can totally get down with the victorian style era if that’s your thing but if it’s not i’d much rather share a room and if we’re feeling absolute insane, a bed at that i don’t even snore or anything i’m basically the ideal sleeping buddy unless this is actually bordering on being overly slutty but. i just like you a lot i don’t rly wanna mince my words or anything

𝐥𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

okay well you don't need to ask twice. when i see you later i'm gonna like. literally pull you so close that my skin n ur skin fuses together n then we'll have to spend the rest of our lives walking around together like those creepy shining twins. or marykate and ashley when u think about it, marykate and ashley are kinda shining twins adjacent. if i was them i would so do that for a halloween costume sorry. not trying to deflect. my heart gets warm too. all about me? frankie even you don't know all about me yet. it's kinda fun tho. like there's still so much we dont know about each other [...] i've never really had like. a proper family. so yeah that means a lot

i wanna be with you too. idk i was kinda scared to admit it bcos that usually results in me getting exiled for being a needy little cunt but now that you've said it i feel better. and this house is super nice. they have a jacuzzi! no no no we can share a bed. i'd actually really like that. i just didn't want you to feel pressured. oh me too. except sometimes i sleep talk about my dreams. you can be slutty with me!! i want you to feel like you can be slutty with me. fair warning i might latch onto you and not let go all night. i'd probably sleep with you inside me if you let me.

frankie noel

i think u should know i’m trying to be very normal cuz i tend to freak ppl out with how intense i get its a common theme but ur kinda perfect ur offensively attractive and saying all the right things […] […] if things went my way i’d like take u to city hall tmrw LMFAO […] anyway u can live inside my skin and do wtvr u want to me obviously i’ll be there soon […] i’m rly rly excited to see you 🥰😜👍🏻👀😩

𝐥𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

you don't have to be normal. i know it's only been a short while but like. there's nothing normal about the way i feel about you. so jot that down 📝 usually guys only tell me i'm attractive when they're trying to get in my pants, and like. sometimes not even then. but i know that's not even your game. are you an air sign? i bet you have a libra placement in your chart. [...] why? what's at city hall? 🙂 [...] you can do whatever you want to me too. i'm not shy. not with you i bet it's such a lovely place to live. if i was really small i would make such a cute house in there, nestled just between ur lungs n ur heart. a real susie homemaker type. and tiny frankie could come home every day n tiny me would be like. i've literally been waiting for u to get home all day? i missed u so bad? n tiny me wld have like. all ur favourite foods ready in my cute 50s housewife dress and apron (in this fantasy i can cook). we'd have separate bedrooms which we decorate in our own styles with a door between like helena bonham carter and tim burton used to. if we slept in the same bed all the time we'd just never sleep n fuck like rabbits probably i dnt know, but i'd be your rabbit if you wanted. you could put me on a leash and walk me round the block and dress me up for easter. [...] sorry i get carried away sometimes. i'm so excited to see you, too 🥺 🥰 😳 can you do a special knock when you come please bcos i just opened the door to some carol singers in my underwear. actually maybe i'll put a dress on

frankie noel

i know nothing about astrology except some ppl i've dated in the past have been horrified by my chart, you make it endearing tho is aquarius an air sign?? what're u?? i bet our signs are compatible or however it works [...] [...] my parents got married at city hall, i heard it was a rather dull affair which sounds pretty lame to be honest, if we got married there i'd make sure it was like something to actually write home about at least [...] i think u might actually b the smartest person i've ever met in my entire life, and i'm not just saying that, idk where u come up with half the stuff u do but it's fun i want to live inside of your brain and just rummage around in there and see what else u can come up with..... also take a sneak peek at wtvr corner i foster in incredibly wrinkly organ of yours it must be a great place to live and i'll be the cook in both your fantasy and irl so u never have to worry about anything :-) [...] NO DRESS!!!!!!! [Sent with Boom Effect] i'm around the corner!!!! i'd run if i was athletic

𝐥𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

omgggg!!!!!! omg???? i think we might actually be super compatible air signs are my favourite signs. all of my favourite people are air signs. my best friend siobhan is actually a libra like me which is why we get on so well bt aquarius is also p good. to get the full picture i wld have to know ur place and time of birth so we cld look at ur chart but the internet says we'd make better lovers than friends haha thats so crazy! Image Image Image Image omggggg ignore that last one i have no idea how that got there [...] u wanna take me to the place ur parents got married???? if we got married i would have the biggest dress you could fit my whole family of sylvanian creatures under it. i have loads of sylvanian creatures btw i'll introduce you to them all. i wld probs keep snacks under there for the whole day strapped to my thighs with garters like miss congeniality as weddings are literally so long and if you got tired of interacting with everyone you could just hide under my big skirts and hang out there for a bit. [...] nobody has ever told me i'm the smartest person in the room let alone the smartest person they've met in their entire life 🥺 that actually means a lot. like. i know i'm smart but i think quite a lot it's easy to just underestimate me or whatever bcos i didn't go to college. i think you're super smart too btw but like really emotionally intelligent and so kind. it's so refreshing. omg u cook too?? am i dreaming?? where's the catch?? bad breath in the morning? tiny dick? secret green card sham marriage? think i'd still like u with those things tbh ok gnna do a tit indent against the fogged up glass of the window like a bat signal so u know which house. if ur fast u might even see a flash of nip.

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featuring: @rxscss , @lgends , @eminvnt, @delvedinto

— 𝐣𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐲 the vibration of his phone against the long marble kitchen isle disturbed the conversation unfolding between him and his father ; azure hues almost as a reflection , glimpsing at the screen . frown draw upon features when the name caught his attention , immediately picking the device to reply but the urgency has large frame upon his feet to grab the car keys and get out the door . never has him made the drive to his ( former ) sister in-law so fast . replaying the recent trip they both took , the unhinged behavior of the blonde and flicker of fear in the hotel . actors mind playing wild with the possibilities of what could have gone wrong . the travel down to beverly hills , cut by half , squealing the tyres somewhere in the avenue until it come to stop in front of actresses’ home . jumping off the car to get to the door when the familiar car was making a turn .

𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓅𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑒 she had known something was wrong for a while, but athena kept pushing her away - kept insisting everything was fine, kept telling her she was being too overbearing, too over protective. and she hoped that she was. she hoped that her fears were wrong. but as her phone rang with the text message from flynn, her worst fears were confirmed. did she take it to far with the drug use? was her feeling of being followed actually correct? she had no idea, but she knew she had to get over there right away. she received the text right after getting off the stage at the hollywood bowl, not even taking the time to change out of her sparkly gown before hopping in her car, and rushing to her beverly hills home, thankful she wasn't all the way out in palm springs. reaching into the glove compartment to pull out the tiny, pink pistol she kept in there, charging towards the door like a bat out of hell when she saw julian standing there already. "out of my way, julian."

— 𝐣𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐲 fear afflicted upon sharp features at the sight of the eldest sinclair : he knew it would take a lot of convince before he can ask for something . hues expanded wild at the glimpse of pink ornament ; hands up in surrender when he stands promptly in front of ex wife . unsure of what they might find inside . heart caught on his throat ; fighting to not allow his mind to even imagine the worst scenario . he loves athena deeply : it’s family . “ p —- “ single word tumbling his lips , controlling the woven that inflicts underneath . yet , as he is about to continue , the sound of something falling and followed by a groan cants his head to the front door . the open window and the male voice making him alert . there is not way he is letting persephone inside . “ let me go first , “ he requests . now realizing the third car parked near . “ let me see if they are inside “ /

𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓅𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑒 fiercely protective, especially over her little sister. she never wanted her to have to go through anything that she did, never wanted her to feel like she had to fend for herself or that she was alone in her problems. never wanted her to feel broken or taken advantage of. and it may have came off as controlling, as trying to parent her, but she would've done anything for her sister. and as she hears noise coming from the house, she steps forward once again, chin lifting as hand grips the gun in her grasp tighter. "that's my sister in there, tony." she said, trying to keep her shaky voice steady. "it's my job to protect her and you're not going to stop me."

— 𝐣𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐲 reaction comes as expected from years of knowing her , the fire that boils underneath her skin when it comes to those she care , more so the only attachment to old family she carries . afraid to see the sinclairs do any hurt to little sister . the thought alone increasing the fear of what they may encounter behind closed doors ( still ) creeping his mind . bodyguard’s encrypted message to denounce something must be too out of common for having both of them to come . “ —— fine “ word muttered against grip teeth . arm , stretched out in order to keep her from stepping forward in front of him . there’s no way he is letting her inside first , and definitely not with a ~gun~ . “ give me that , ” he wasn’t going to negotiate . “ please “

𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓅𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑒 she’d throw herself into the fire to protect the people she loved most, Julian included, despite how terribly angry she was with him at the moment, she didn’t want anything happening to him either. But time wasn’t on their side in this moment, and all she wanted was to see Athena’s face and know she’s okay. Deciding agains arguing with him, she glares at him as she hands over the gun, stepping closer once more. “Just get the door open, tony.”

— 𝐣𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐲 protective frame overstep in front of her , somehow taller and more angular , to keep him in the front line , cold metal of the pistol slipped against his waist band . two more steps until his hands are twisting the handle , a laborious lungful of air to keep mind at alert when he opens the wide door . shit . one arm to moved persephone further behind , throat swell and ache with the knot that forms and matches the fear balled tightly at his stomach at the sight of his sister - in - law , unconscious on the floor . breath catches in his throat , heart thumping louder against rib cage but he approaches with caution . " thena , it's me . " a whisper closer to her , checking her pulse and voice woven with solicitude . " i'll get you out of here , okay ? " azure eyes glimpses over at persephone . " call 911 " firmly requesting , when a new sound coming from upstairs caught his attention . a maniac peal of laughter ; somber enough to send a chill down his spine . " get out of here , now . " arms passed around athena's fragile body . keeping her close in his embrace before moving outside the house and gently laying in the front poarch . " call an ambulance and call 911 , and don't come inside . "

𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓅𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑒 she’s a woman on a mission and all she can think about is getting in there and getting her sister - was too much of an optimist at a fault to even have the thought of anything being terribly wrong cross her mind - they had been through hell and back together and they were always okay. but as Julian opens the door and her eyes land on Athena unconscious, her heart drops to the bottom of her stomach, eyes go wide and throat goes dry. “Athena, oh my god.” She choked out, pushing past the barrier of Julian’s arms as she ran toward her sister in a panic, moving to the floor next to her as she lifted face off the floor, gently patting her cheek as Julian check her pulse. “thea, thea, we’re here, we’ve got you, okay? wake up!” she said eyes shooting towards the staircase at the sound of noise and a cynical laughter, fearful gaze shooting towards Julian and before she could comment she’s, using one arm to get to the otherside of Athena to help Julian lift her, the other shaky hand fumbling with her phone to call the police, trying her best to inform them of the location and getting them to bring the help that was needed. they asked her to stay on the line, moving to sit on the front porch to use her lap as a cushion for Athena’s head, hands soothingly running through sisters hair as she hopes to see her eyes open, but attention is shot back up to Julian when he said not to come inside, hand instinctually reaching up to grab his tightly. “Julian what the fuck? Are you insane? You’re not going in there!” she shouted at him

— 𝐣𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐲 with both of them outside , safe and ( somehow ) out of reach , he is one step further to get pass the door again . previous feelings vanishing to give it space for anger , another glimpse at the unconscious blonde on the floor enough to send him out of his right senses . “ p , “ freeing his hands from her grab , not until give it a gentle squeeze . “ it might be flynn in there , we gotta do something . “ and the venomous glare that flickers his eyes at the satisfaction of , if unable to run into the bodyguard or help . have both hands wrapped around whoever made this to his sister . “ I’ll be right back , I promise . “ it doesn’t matter how unsettle things are for them right now , at this moment , he doesn’t care . kneeling to place a kiss at her forehead .

𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓅𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑒 knows not to fight with him - knows that every second is crucial. and selfishly, she doesn’t want him going in there, wants him safe out here, waiting for the authorities - no matter how mad she is at him, she loves him, as much as she does her sister that lays in her lap at the moment. and she knows he’s not a coward, knows that he’s not someone who’s going to standby when he could help. that’s just the man that he was. eyes well up with tears as bottom lip trembles, eyes squeezing tightly shut for a moment as she takes a deep breath as she feels his lips against her forehead and without hesitation, free hand moves to cup the side of his face, lips pressing against his own in a passionate kiss, pulling away with a shaky break as forehead leans against his own. “Please be careful” she chokes out quietly.

— 𝐣𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐲 warmth echoes with psyche , lips locked with hers in the taste he has been deprived , missing the burning feeling of having her lips with his . the sanctity of whatever it was they had , holding on the hope of things to fit along somewhere in the future ( hopefully ) . but as selfishly he wishes to do so , lost on the seconds that seemed to hang in there , knowingly that he’d still choose the well being of a child . pulling away , back inside the lavish house , the actor peeks up into the stairs . carefully , moving up the steps until he spies the back of attacker . standing still to further his movements praying for bodyguard to see him .

* 𝐅𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐍 flat on back , refusal to hold hands in defence against a man who’s put his soulmate at risk , unconscious the last time he left her somewhere safe. eager to return to her but stuck underneath the rubber , decrepit , soles of intruder’s work boots. manic laughter beginning to wind him up , going through him like sharpened nails against a chalkboard. mahogany optics meet a familiar set of hues between bannister bars , a silent predator climbing the stairs but sensation of being watched causes attacker’s ears to prick. before he can swivel around , flynn’s leg manages to swing & connect with outstretched pistol to knock it out of grip , scrambling to reach it before the male does. another battle commencing , advise called to julian over scrap. “ j , get thea out & go wait with her & p outside , i can manage here. “ he reassures , pistol held to chest & guarded with body from grappling hands , desperate to regain control of the situation because the stalker knows his end is graver than anyone else’s.

— 𝐣𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐲 .stationary point to give a clear vision of the two . only briskly glimpsing the struggle , the heavy metal of the pistol in his possession weighting on his waist when he debates if this was a moment to have it in hands ; but never has he handle a weapon , not off the safety of a set . yet , the resemblance of athena lying on the floor is enough to set him back into blind mode . he's not leaving . the actor doesn't have the training , former swat officer carries , only a few black belts : only used in the early fights into his youth . all that vanishing in a real-life threatening situation . " they are outside , " only thing he is able to vocalize . grabbing a metal ornament to strike against his back , ready to pull him away from flynn . this was idiotic in many ways . shoving him away , to give bodyguard a chance .

* 𝐅𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐍 upon impact , the stalker grunts & stumbles to the side. rage is a perfect picture painted across his face , complexion almost red - hot like in a cartoon , flynn's immediate response is to grab ahold of the gun. he's back on his feet , steps taken backwards to be in front of julian , gun outstretched & pointed in stalker's direction. " i'm not asking you julian , i'm telling you to go be with the girls until the emergency services get here. " irish lilt's stern , he couldn't afford to have someone else's blood on his hands , to reduce the list of casualties was his main priority. the risk was more severe if the actor remained indoors , a sense of duty to protect still out poured his want to reunite with athena. she was still a target of his , the top one even , so flynn knew he couldn't let the intruder leave. " i need you to get her to the hospital. "

— 𝐣𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐲 at the very least , the sinclair sisters were okay . help was on its way & athena will be okay . it's what he repeats to himself , voluntarily choosing to walk up back in there . the twins were old enough , persephone can always take care of herself but then , there was the baby . faceless child whose grasp is already engraved around his heart , there's a beat of hesitation ; listening to flynn's instructions to leave . save himself , to name his child and get to known them and let them know they were loved , a lot . but he couldn't . he couldn't cowardly leave the other man out there ,." ––– i know you want to play superhero but we are both getting out of here , " he explains, teeth sinking on bottom lip to control the beating under rib cage . hand firmly grasping his coat to guide them out . " besides , athena will not let me hear the end if i leave you here . " yet , he should have expected the reaction , the demons dancing behind attacker's orbits .

* 𝐅𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐍 stubborn in every way , he's firmly planted atop of stairs. an unmovable mountain , only a single sway happening as julian attempts to escort him outside. he's not leaving until the man's gone , his soul sent to the depths of hell beneath concrete earth. " go outside , julian. " his anger was building , responsibility of that in the stalker's hands , he couldn't let the actor witness what he had to do , to share the blame of another life being lost even if it would be self defence. " tell her i love her & i'll be out within seconds of you telling her , i promise. " vocabulary's spoken beneath gritted teeth , slightest of movement from the attacker causes the hairs on his forearms to stand. " we don't have time to argue so go. " he instructs a final time , further sentence interrupted by the charge of a bull seeing red. scrambling to retrieve gun from bodyguard's grasp , fighting for bedazzling metallics , fingers switching to hover over trigger. one shot rings through ghost town home , followed by a second & a third.

𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓅𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑒 phone is resting against ear as the 9-1-1 operator is still on the line, saying that the cops and ambulance are just a few minutes away, telling her to make sure to keep athena's head elevated, to keep checking her pulse, to try and get her to be alert. as she's gently patting her cheek, trying to talk to her, trying to pinch her and poke her to get her to wake, her motions freeze when she hears a gun shot. and then another one, and then another one. she's frozen in place, unable to move because of the weight of athena in her lap, and the shock, all she could do is let out a loud scream. "julian! get out of there now!"

* 𝐅𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐍 struggling to gain ahold of pistol , palms becoming slippery from excess perspiration. three gunshots vibrate through silent home , grip tightening around barrel of firearm & using final strength to smack attacking male across the room with a pointed elbow. cheekbone shattering beneath his force , gun in his palm & directed to opposing masculine. aimed , fired three times into his skull , body growing limp & collapsing like a house of cards against a gust of wind. pistol's unloaded & tossed to meet corpse on first floor , staring in disbelief at the body. fight finally over , his team eventually winning regardless of the cost. sound of sirens alert him to outside , blue flashing lights illuminate the quiet house. a scene he couldn't return to , an act of self - defence would weigh on shoulders until custodian status is officiated. guiding self to front door , hands held above head to show he wasn't the convict , breathing becoming laboured & complexion floods a pale grey , he's clammy & vision's a blur. he feels rough but severity of result hasn't kicked in yet , adrenaline pumping to keep him afloat until he's on gravel driveway again. three gunshot wounds dotted in abdomen , realisation not hitting him yet until he's collapsed to ground , pool of blood increasing in size beneath where he lay.

— 𝐣𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐲 heart is pounding and blood thrums loudly in eardrums ; sound halted by the momentaneous thunderous discharge . the first one . by the third , makes his head tip and turn , hand pulling the metal laying on his waistband but shoulders knocked back by strong vibration , one step closer to the staircase and the pink pistol dropped close to the entrance . actor moves rapidly to open the door , deflecting from the new sound of more shots but beams of blue and red lights invade through the window . door wide open , hands instinctively up but right arm loosely hanging ––– there's an aching to it . azure orbits , following when flynn leaves for last . screaming for help as he jogs to his direction .

𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓅𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑒 red and blue lights come into field of vision, the sound of sirens ringing in her ears as swarms of cop cars and ambulances and before she could even process it, people are running towards her, getting athena into their arms and onto a stretcher. "i...i don't know what happened, me and my....julian found her passed out on the floor and then we heard screaming and shouting upstairs and i don't know what happened...he ran in....and there were gun shots...and....and...i don't know." she said, practically hyperventilating at this point as they watched her whisk athena into an ambulance, turning around when she saw flynn stumbling out covered in blood. "oh my god...." she choked out quietly, hand covering mouth. running towards the man as he collapsed into the driveway, she rolled him over onto his back, screaming for help from the ambulances as they began to gather around him and then came julian, walking out of the house with his hands up and without hesitation, she pushed through the crowd of cops running towards him, only freezing when she caught sight of his arm. "jul...." she said, gently grabbing his elbow as she looked at the spot, only to be pushed away from him as the emergency workers approach him and began working on him.

— 𝐣𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐲 adrenaline rush and natural body painkiller by the release of endorphins to keep body under alert ; the sight of flynn widens azure hues to only increase heartbeat. fuck . he screams again , only now , a grunt that vibrates in the back of his throat makes him fall to the side . up on his feet to jog back closer to the front door , dodging police officers and paramedics finally making sense of what happened but the question was : three shots got the bodyguard but the other three .... julian's gaze fall down to his body . untouched . but red marsala taint running down his sleeve tells otherwise . more importantly , the expression on his ex - wife's features that only makes julian pull away from the paramedics for a second . " hi , p " hands caressing the side of her face , brushing the hair out of her forehead before left arm pulls her into an embrace . ignoring the calls of the doctor . the pain could wait .

𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓅𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑒 paramedics are running around them, her eyes unable to focus on one thing, watching her sister getting wheeled into the ambulance, watching them pick flynn off the floor, watching the cops rushing into the house. so many questions rushing through persephone's head but as julian grabs the side of her face, teary eyes focus on him, thanking whatever higher being was looking out for them that he was okay, paramedics observing his right arm as they bandaged it up, letting him know that they'd just need to stitch him up once they got to the hospital. "hi." was all she choked out quietly, arms wrapping around his torso for a moment, face burying against his chest, only if for a moment before lifting her head, looking towards the ambulance athena was being loaded into before looking back at him. "ride with flynn, okay? he shouldn't be alone." she said with a shake of her head, hand momentarily cupping the side of his face, thumb brushing against the skin there before turning on her heel and making her way into the ambulance, sitting next to athena's stretcher as she took sister's hand in her own, squeezing it tight to make sure she knew that she was there. and she always would be.

#delvedinto #lgends #eminvnt #persephoneheadcanons

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scubasitespeed · 2 years

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Evil dead 4k

The Evil Dead Groovy Collection arrives on November 16 on 4K Ultra HD + Blu-ray + Digital, from Lionsgate. “ASH VS EVIL DEAD” THE COMPLETE COLLECTION: BLU-RAY SPECIAL FEATURES BY SEASON

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One by One We Will Take You: The Untold Saga of The Evil Dead In Evil Dead II (4K Blu-ray + Blu-ray), a chainsaw-armed Ash is pushed to the brink of madness by unhinged evil yet again, while 'Ash vs Evil Dead' (Blu-ray) follows an older, grayer Ash over three wild seasons as he reckons with his bloody past in the face of a Deadite plague.

Audio Commentary with Writer-Director Sam Raimi, Producer Robert G.

THE EVIL DEAD 4K ULTRA HD + BLU-RAY SPECIAL FEATURES Includes The Evil Dead Bonus Content DVD, with over three hours of features revisiting the film’s cast, crew, and undying legacy. In Evil Dead II (4K + Blu-ray™), a chainsaw-armed Ash is pushed to the brink of madness by unhinged evil yet again, while Ash vs Evil Dead (Blu-ray™) follows an older, grayer Ash over three wild seasons as he reckons with his bloody past in the face of a Deadite plague. Wisecracking ladies’ man Ash Williams (Bruce Campbell) is reborn as a slayer of Deadites in The Evil Dead (4K + Blu-ray™) after a vacation in the country is ruined by the reading of an ancient demon-summoning text. Horror fans, return to that iconic cabin in the woods, then travel decades beyond it, with this Evil Dead Groovy Collection. The ultimate collector’s edition, The Evil Dead Groovy Collection will be available on 4K Ultra HD + Blu-ray + Digital for the suggested retail price of $79.99. The cult horror favorite Bruce Campbell ( Army of Darkness, Bubba Ho-Tep, TV’s The Last Kids on Earth) returns in this collectible package, as well as Ellen Sandweiss ( My Name Is Bruce, TV’s Dangerous Women, The Evil Dead), and Lucy Lawless (TV’s Xena: Warrior Princess, My Life Is Murder, Spider-Man). As news from the upcoming Evil Dead sequel rises (pun intended), we’ll tell you all about it here at Collider.Who knew evil can be so groovy? The original two Evil Dead films, as well as the three-season Ash vs Evil Dead series are coming home in The Evil Dead Groovy Collection, arriving on 4K Ultra HD this November. Now that HBO Max is attached to the project, chances are production should indeed start soon, with the blessings of the Necronomicon, of course. However, earlier this year Campbell revealed production would start in 2021 in New Zealand, making an early 2022 release likely. There’s still no set date for Evil Dead Rise to hit HBO Max.

In 2013, Fede Álvarez also brought a more grounded, more brutal, but equally amazing version of Evil Dead to theaters, with Jane Levy as the lead. Evil Dead, which ran for three seasons on Starz from 2015 to 2018. The wacky and campy style of Evil Dead would live on in the series Ash vs. The second film of the original trilogy is part-sequel, part-reboot, while the third film, 1992’s Army of Darkness, takes Ash Williams to fight a skeleton army in medieval ages. The Evil Dead franchise already went through several reimaginations. RELATED:‌ ‘Evil Dead’ Reboot Director Fede Álvarez Shares Behind-the-Scenes Photos for Film’s Anniversary As Campbell is retired from his Ash William character, Evil Dead Rise will also bring in new female protagonists Alyssa Sutherland ( The Mist, Vikings) and Lily Sullivan ( Picnic at Hanging Rock, Jungle) to play two estranged sisters who need to overcome their differences in order to survive an attack of the demon-possed dead. The usual setting of a cabin in the woods will also be dropped in favor of urban scenery, a choice that should lead the franchise into an unexplored path. Little is known about the upcoming film to be helmed by The Hole in the Ground director Lee Cronin, who was handpicked by Raimi to bring the franchise back to life.

Executive produced by Evil Dead original director Sam Raimi and star Bruce Campbell, Evil Dead Rise is the new chapter of one of the most influential horror franchises in movie history, and if moving to a streaming platform ensures we’ll get to watch it sooner than later, so be it. The Evil Dead always looked and sounded endearingly amateurish which is part of the reason why fans love it so much. The Deadites will rise on HBO Max, as Evil Dead Rise is officially heading to the streaming platform, with no theatrical release confirmed.

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Shame and Toxic Fame (vol. 1)

Ah! I’m back with a two (maybe three?) part story which is kinda inspired by the song Life of the Party by All Time Low (not shawn mendes lmao). If you don’t know it check it out it’s super good.

In this one reader is a famous singer because why not! Hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Jason Todd x Music star!reader

Word count: 3727

Warnings: Mention of substance abuse (both alcohol and drugs), light bar fight violence

I spent an embarassing amount of time searching for a gif for this one oof

The night was going absolutely great until you took a look at yourself in the mirror during a quick fix up.

You were a mess.

Your red eyes were contrasting with your smudged dark makeup, your bronzer and highlighter were mostly gone and the poor imitation of a lipstick stain was stretched all over your mouth and teeth. You lifted a hand to fix it, but in your dizzy state, it didn’t do much. Your purple top was ruined with alcohol and your bracelets were stuck on your skin from the sugar of your drinks’ mixers. You had a moment of lucidity right there, asking how the hell you ended up at rock bottom so quick, but you didn’t like it. You reached in your pocket and took the last smiley face pill in your little plastic bag, and like it, you put a grin on your face and returned to the party. You grabbed a bottle of wine from the bar, made your way over the passed out people on the ground and rejoined the dancefloor.

You were dancing, high on the colors and sound waves around you when the illusion shattered.

Your ex walked in with his friends, laughing and joking like he owned the place. You gasped in offense at the audacity of him showing up to your birthday party. At your place. Like he hadn’t humiliated you publicly less than a month ago in front of the whole world. Your grip on the bottle tightened and you stomped in his direction. His friends noticed your first, halting their laugh and tapping him on the chest. His eyes met yours and they widened in humour at your state.

“You!” You screamed. The music turned down, the chatter died. Murmurs went around the crowd and cameras got taken out as people formed a circle around you.

“Me” He pointed at himself.

“How dare you!” You pushed him back, suddenly unhinged. He laughed with the crowd, holding his hands up in defense. But he wasn't taking you seriously. “How dare you show up here!”

“It said open house, darling” Now he was patronizing. “I can be here. Beside, happy birthday”

“Get out” You gritted your teeth. “GET OUT”

“No”

Without really thinking, you lifted your bottle and slammed it on the table, shattering it. Yelps went around the crowd, and they got even louder when you pointed the jagged end in his direction.

“Wow WOW” He backed up. “Fucking crazy bitch!”

You couldn’t really recall what went next. People came in between you two as he kept shouting for someone to “take this crazy bitch away from him”. Arms restrained you around the waist, you threw up, you think, and you blacked out.

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You groaned as you felt sunlight hit your eyes. You threw an arm over your face and forced yourself not to think about your fragile stomach. The taste in your mouth was foul and your head was pounding like crazy. Now you had become quite the expert on hangovers lately, but this one was definitely the worst you had ever had. And it became only worse when memories from the night before started to come back, if it was even possible.

The thought of that shitshow alone made you puke.

You turned around in your bed, knowing you’d have to clean the alcohol off your floor anyway. Beside, you wouldn’t have made it to the bathroom on time. But to your surprise, you found a metal bucket at the foot of the bed, ready for you to grab and hurl the content of your stomach in it. Only when you didn’t have anything more to throw up that you realized you did not own anything like this bucket, or that the bedside table had gone from your cherry wood to an unfamiliar oak grey. Thinking about it, you didn’t own a navy blue carpet, nor were your sheets that color either.

Fuck.

You looked around in panic when you realized that you were not, in fact, in your bedroom. You had been changed into a large t-shirt, but you still had your underwear underneath it as well as your purple tank top. You half sighed in relief, then hissed at the pounding in your head. You had sat up way too quickly and now you made it worse. Your eyes were dragged to the bucket, and your nose scrunched up. You would have thrown up again if there had been anything left in your stomach. Then your eyes trailed to the grey oak night table, on which there was your phone (plugged in a charger?) beside two ibuprofen and a glass of water.

Without question, you took them and drank the water slowly to make them pass. You were parched, but your stomach did not like the input of liquid right now. When you were sure the water wouldn’t come back out, you slowly reached for your phone and flinched even before turning on the lockscreen. Your fears were confirmed when you came face to face with about a hundred texts with the same thumbnail and a lot of capital letters and punctuation. You had a ridiculous amount of notifications from every social apps you had, and they were still getting in as you stared in shock at your screen. Your hand flew to your mouth, not from the threat of puking this time. Tears brimmed your eyes as you realized just exactly what you had put yourself into. You shook your head, feeling your breathing accelerate. You were overwhelmed, and instead of opening conversations--any conversation--you just shut your phone down and threw it on the floor.

“What have I done” You mumbled to yourself, trying to swallow back the panic attack threatening to surface. Dragged in the mud the remaining of your pride, that’s what you did.

A quiet knock on the door pulled you back from your own spiral of shame. You didn’t speak. “Uh, (Y/N), are you okay? I heard a thud from here”

“Yeah” You replied, and you voice came back more hoarse than you thought. The voice was male, and it seemed uncertain. You did not recognize it. “Thanks”

“... Can I come in?”

You considered refusing, as you were still too ashamed to face anyone, and still unsure about the intention of whoever brought you here. But then again, they didn’t seem to have touched you, and they asked to come in rather than barge in. Also, they had left a bucket. That was the most anyone did for you in a while.

“S-Sure”

The door creaked open and a tall man with dark hair stood behind it. He peeked inside, like he was hesitant to step in further, but he nodded to himself when he saw you weren't dead. And if you looked like a dressing room carpet after a Guns and Roses after party, which you most certainly did, he did not let it show on his face.

“I just wanted to make sure you were alright” He hummed. “Last night, you seemed pretty… Uh...”

“Wasted? Trashed? Ridiculous?” You offered with a sad smile, waiting for him to laugh at you or show you a video of what you did.

“I was thinking more of in need of a hand” He replied gently, taking you aback. “My brother and I brought you back here before the paps could swarm the place, but don’t worry my sister changed you. I wasn’t--”

You looked down at the shirt, then back at him.

“Thanks” Your eyes filled with water again.

“Oh, hey, no please--” He rushed inside. “Please don’t cry”

Obviously, that was the one thing not to say, because as if on cue you began crying. He grabbed the tissue box on the desk and brought it to you. You mumbled a thanks and blew your nose with all the grace left you possessed. Now you must have truly looked like a sight for sore eyes, bawling in a stranger’s bedroom as he handed you tissues.

“Hey, come on, it’s okay” He shushed, giving you awkward pats on the back. You could tell he didn’t do that often, judging by his awkwardness, but it did make you feel better. At least he wasn’t judging you like he should be; he must have seen the pathetic excuse of a fight that had gone down at your party. “Let it all out”

You finally calmed down after a few minutes, sniffing and wiping your eyes. You took a deep breath, then another one and nodded. Your glance trailed up to his face, and much to his credit he did not grimace at your state from up close. He seemed uncomfortable, but not enough to be on the verge of running away. If anything, he did look genuinely concerned, which was unusual for your typical entourage. “What’s your name?”

“Jason”

“That’s a nice name” You lifted the corner of your lips. “Where are we?”

“Wayne Manor”

Your eyes widened. He’s that Jason?

“Yeah” Amusement overtook his features while you froze. He figured you did not intend to say that out loud.

You were in the Wayne Manor with an actual legend, and you hadn’t even realized it. He was even more famous than you, mostly for being the Wayne son that was found after two years of having disappeared.

“I’m sorry to tell you that your reputation is now forever tainted” You scoffed weakly. “Bringing back the breakdown diva will make people talk”

He snorted. “I doubt that’s the thing I’ll be remembered about”

You frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I, uh” He scratched the back of his neck. “You really don’t recall what went down yesterday?”

“No” You shook your head. “I can’t see past the moment I yelled at my ex to get out”

“Okay… Just to be sure, he was the bad guy, right?” He flinched, and your eyebrows knitted in confusion. “I might uh. You know what, it’ll just be easier to show you”

He fished out his phone out of his back pocket and pulled out a video, then dragged the time mark to one specific moment. He handed you the phone and you pressed play. It started as you smashed the bottle, making wine explode everywhere including on yourself. Not your proudest moment. Then the crowd shrieked and people came to break the fight, you were pulled out of view as Jason appeared, trying to make your ex back off. Something the mic didn’t quite catch was said, and that’s when you saw what he meant. In barely a second, Jason blocked your ex’s punch and replied with two quick ones of his own. Your ex was sent flying backwards, unconscious and bloody, and the video ended with that.

Your jaw dropped. “Oh god”

“Yeah” He sighed. “Sorry”

“Sorry?” Your eyes flickered back to him as you handed him his phone. “N-No, don’t be. I mean, he definitely deserved that”

It was his time to be taken aback.

“You’re good with that?”

“Obviously” You gave him a small smile. “I just wish I was the one who punched him”

“Well, judging by the smash bottle of wine you were holding up, I’d say you came pretty damn close”

You allowed yourself to chuckle before you remembered you were still a surprise guest in the manor. Jason had helped you out, but he and his family would probably want you out of their home as soon as possible. You looked down at your laps and fidgeted with your fingers.

“I, uh, I should go” You mumbled. “I don’t want to burden you much longer with my presence, uh, you must want me out of here”

He blinked.

“You’re not a burden” He replied. “You still seem pretty shaken up. You can stay here as long as you want, the house is certainly big enough”

You bit the inside of your cheek. On one hand, you really did feel like imposing. On the other hand, the offer really did sound tempting. You weren’t ready to face the world just yet, and Wayne Manor was the perfect hideout for you to ride out the embarrassment. But Jason had already been way too nice to you as it was, and it was more than you deserved.

You shook your head. “Thanks, but--”

“I know you don’t want to go” He interrupted you softly. “I can see it, and I understand. You don’t have to expose yourself to the vultures just yet”

You felt the back of your neck heat up. You had no idea any of Bruce Wayne’s kid would be so… Not what you thought they’d be. You surely did not expect that level of kindness.

“Don’t you worry, we’ve all been there” He looked up, then gave you a knowing smile. “Take your time, there’s a bathroom right behind this door, fresh clothes in the drawers and a fully stocked kitchen when you’re ready to eat something. I make an amazing hangover smoothie”

He stood up and walked to the door.

“Thank you, Jason”

He nodded, then left you to do your stuff. You remained on the bed for a couple of minutes, texting a few people close to you you were okay, before you got a draft of your own smell. You gagged and immediately went for the shower.

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Freshly showered and changed, you timidly headed down to the kitchen. You got lost a few times on the way there, but you finally made it. You were relieved there was only Jason preparing food; you weren’t sure coming face to face with Bruce Wayne would be a great idea in your state. You were all cleaned up, but even a good wash couldn’t erase the bags under your eyes or the pounding in your head that made you flinch every now and then.

“Feeling better?”

“Much better” You smiled. “Thank you”

“Hey, no problem” He chuckled as he pushed a glass with a thick, pale green liquid your way. “Besides, it’s kind of an honor to have you here”

You cocked your head to the side.

“I mean, you’re pret-ty amazing” He said, taking a bite of his toast. “You have some admirers around here… Talking of which”

You followed his glance behind you, where a grinning, wide eyed young man was standing. You knew who he was, Dick Grayson was hard not to notice around Gotham. You were just surprised of his reaction from seeing, apparently, well, you.

“Hi” He smiled even brighter, if it was possible. “I’m Dick. Big fan”

“Hi” You gave him a small wave back.

“How are you feeling?”

“Uh?”

“I was there too yesterday. I held you up when you, well”

“Oh” You looked away. So, that was the brother that had witnessed your disgrace in live action. Super. “Yeah, I feel better, thanks”

“Great!” The sound made you flinch as it resonated in your head, making him mutter a sheepish apology.

“Alright Grayson, now’s not the time to be a fanboy” Jason teased, before he turned to face you. “Come, I’ll show you somewhere quiet to pass the hangover”

You grabbed your glass and followed him out of the kitchen and around the manor to some remote room on the end of a wing. He pushed the door open to a room with wide windows and warm lightning, a library you realized by the few bookshelves around.

“Make yourself comfortable” He gestured to the seats around. “It’s the most relaxing place in the house, because my siblings are not allowed here”

“Why is that?”

“My library, my rules”

“Your library?” You raised your eyebrows, but he just shrugged.

“They can use the big one” He explained. “This is my space, and it comes handy when you have four annoying siblings”

“Gotcha” You smiled lightly as you walked around the room, observing the book titles. He had interesting tastes, you had no idea again he was that kind of guy. Well, you knew next to nothing about him, come to think of it. But the little you thought you had right from the tabloids was totally wrong. You kept snooping around as he sat in a chair and opened a book, until you came face to face with a beautiful acoustic six strings waiting there. You reached for it, but pulled your hand back last second. When you glanced back at Jason, he was already looking at you above his book.

“May I?”

“Knock yourself out” He gestured to it, then returned to his book.

You restrained your new found excitement as you carefully picked the guitar up from its stand and carried it to a seat. A couple of strums told you it was slightly out of tune, so you adjusted the keys until it sounded on the note. You began playing the strings softly and humming along, until you felt Jason’s stare on you. His book was down on his laps and he had an interested glint in his eyes. Your fingers paused as you felt once again the heat creep up your neck.

“I’m sorry if I’m disturbing your reading” You mumbled, suddenly feeling bad for violating his silent heaven.

“No, don’t worry” He reassured. “It’s quite nice. Did you compose that yourself?”

“Uh, yeah” You nodded. “It’s been so long, though. I don’t compose much anymore”

“Why?”

You smiled sadly. “I now have an extensive team of producers that make my music for me. Apparently, getting that catchy, polished, flawless radio hit is the priority these days. Better for business”

“Yeah well, that’s bullshit if you ask me” He leaned slightly forward. “I think a personal, heartfelt song will always be better”

“You and I both” You sighed. “Honestly I have no idea how I ended up here, or where I went wrong”

“What do you mean?” His eyebrows drew in confusion. “You didn’t go that bad”

“Are you kidding me?” You choked on air, your eyes widening. “Haven’t you followed the tabloids the last year? Hell, you were there yesterday. You saw how trashed I was, and that was hardly an exception. I have earned a title of Breakdown Princess for a reason”

“Maybe” He shrugged. “But you were part of a culture putting inhuman pressure on public figures, especially women to perform and be perfect all the time ever since you were what, sixteen? And with what I’ve seen from that guy I punched… Anyway. All I’m saying is, don’t blame yourself too much for a game you were tricked to play”

You could only stare at him blankly, blinking rapidly. You had expected him to get it a bit, with being the son of Bruce Wayne and all. But holy shit, even you had never seen it like this before. Maybe he had a point. When you looked at it, the pressure you endured from everyone around you, the endless parties your agent had booked you to attend, the new album, the promos and press tours, actual tours, the substance addiction scandal, all the shit with your ex that tanked your reputation, hitting rock bottom…

The last year had been hell, to say the least.

“How do you know all that?” Your question was genuine, and he gave you a quizzical half smile and a little shrug.

“When I told you earlier that we’ve all been there…” He trailed off. “Just know that I know how it feels. To have pressure to be someone you’re not”

“Well” You took a deep breath. “Thank you, I think I needed to hear that”

“Don’t mention it” He leaned back in his chair, before his expression subtly changed. “Actually, I’d have a little request, if you don’t mind”

“Go ahead”

“Could you play that song for me?” He asked. “I’d like to hear it”

You smiled and nodded at the innocence of his request. Of course you could do that to the person that literally swooped in and saved the day, and provided you with care after your own shit show. You began strumming the song you were playing just before, this time fully singing along. It had been years since you had played it, but it was your favourite you had ever written, and you still remembered it by heart. It made you smile even more, definitely bringing you in a good mood. You played the last chords of the song and looked up to see Jason hanging onto every sound.

“I…” He began. “Wow. Why was that never released again?”

You shrugged lightly. “My agent wouldn’t let me, I guess”

“You should release it anyway” He continued. “This is honest to god amazing”

“Thanks” You let out a quiet laugh, scratching the back of your neck. “Honestly, I wish I could just… Fire everyone. And get back to the basics, release my on stuff, you know?”

“Then do it”

“I can’t just do it” You replied quickly in confusion. “There are contracts and--”

“Sure you can” He said, an amused yet relaxed expression on his face. “I, Jason Todd, give you the explicit permission to use the Wayne name to scare any lawyer getting in the way of your full emancipation”

You laughed at his self assured grin, but also to hide your surprise. Of course, you knew the Wayne lawyers were the best in town and would most probably put the fear of god in the heart of your record label and agent, but you still weren’t sure if he was kidding or not.

“I’m serious” He added after a moment. “If you need help to get out of these contracts, we’re more than willing to help”

“You’d do that for me?” You asked carefully. “I’m just a stranger”

“Ah well, helping strangers is kind of our thing here” He hummed, looking up at the ceiling before his glance met yours again. “Besides, it’s really cool that you’re here. All of us will so be plugging that we know you in every conversation from now on. Especially Dick”

You laughed again, lighter this time.

“Be my guest” You grinned. “I doubt it’ll achieve anything but raised eyebrows these days but if it makes you feel good…”

“Superb” His grin matched yours. “Now, I’ll let you play in peace”

“And I’ll let you read in peace”

You exchanged a smile, then kept messing around the chords as he picked up his book again.

#Jason Todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #jason todd reader #dc #dcu #DC Universe #dc imagine #dcu imagine #dc universe imagine #batfam #imagine #au

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dear-yandere · 4 years

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Vanya Reviews — Dead Wishes (Steam, Itch.io)

In this chaotic world, you must adapt - either to forgive or survive. A thriller-romance indie visual novel/dating simulator.

STORY

Stricken with long-term depression over the death of your parents, you are on the verge of eviction and bankruptcy. Without any prospects for the future, you're desperate, so much so that you might even...... join the mafia and uncover a heated love affair gone terribly wrong.... become a criminal allied with a team of murderers.... suck it up and make an honest person of yourself.... serve as the caretaker for two dysfunctional sisters.... end up destitute on the streets.... or join the church and repent your sin. But mostly, you're either going to find love and happiness or die a terrible death.Dead Wishes features various subplots that are woven between character routes. In order to experience all of what the game has to offer, the player must read through every route and piece the stories together.

FEATURES

12 character routes: 6 men and 6 women

250,000+ words of in-game text

Partial character voicing

They/them player pronouns

350+ Choices and 35+ Endings

36 CGS

Developers can be found at @violetstudiogames.

MINI REVIEW

I’d like to thank @ddarker-dreams for encouraging me to finally play the game! It’s everything I want in a dark otome and more. Anyone that enjoyed the dark aspects of BTD 1+2 and TDDUP will love this, though I’ll warn that not all routes are dark and not every character is necessarily yandere. Be sure to check out the strategy guide made by the developers; it explains route order and gives pretty in-depth analysis of each character and their line of thinking.

Overall rating: 7/10 (I honestly wish more of the routes were dark, but a certain route kind of... ahem, made up for that tenfold)

Estimated playtime: 10 hours including the backstories (unlocked after you finish all routes) and afterstories.

Personal takes on the characters: Slight spoilers below! ♡ to ♡♡♡♡♡ represent my enjoyment of each route and character.

Non yandere routes:

Clement ♡♡♡♡♡ Y’all, this guy’s route is fluff city. He loves his dog and little sister so much, and he’s honestly just an ideal guy and family man. His route made me laugh so many times since he’s such an awkward and cute flirt. I suggest saving him for some much needed therapy after Mateo’s route. If I had to make him yandere, I can see him as a protective and possessive.

Eira ♡♡ Eira isn’t my type of woman, so I didn’t enjoy her route as much as I would’ve liked. But, she is a woman of color like myself and I really appreciate seeing that come into play in her route. Still, it felt like she was fuel to further the story rather than another love interest. I could easily see her as a lucid and protective yandere.

Nanako ♡ I hate women like Nanako -- childish, indignant, and immature. She has the same problem as Eira: being fodder for the story. I rushed through her route, so I don’t have much to say, but there’s a strongly hinted relationship between her and Eira and I live for it. Although she’s a tsundere, I could easily write her as a protective and possessive (though I don’t particularly want to).

Sergio ♡♡♡♡♡ This boy isn’t yandere in the slightest, but I could easily make him yandere considering his circumstances (mafia don) -- but... that would defeat the point of his entire route. He is a broken boy that wants to be loved, that wants to heal. Although he never hurts MC and would likely never hurt them, I can see him being protective and very reluctant.

Festus ♡♡♡♡♡ Another one I’m biased to since he’s my ideal guy. Flirty, sometimes obnoxious, and uses his trickster persona to hide his hurt, suffering, and intellect. He pulls through when he can, and his aspirations in life are wonderful because he wants to help everyone he possible can; but god did my heart feel for him in his backstory. Such a devout man...he’d easily make for a submissive and obsessive yandere.

Lucien ♡♡♡♡ The character I was most excited to play -- and he failed, until I read his backstory (so I gave him an extra heart...). His route raises more questions than it answers, and it’s only through playing interconnected routes (namely Sergio and Ophelia) that those questions are answered. I think he could be something great, especially as a yandere, but he feels like such a static character through his own route. After reading his backstory, I’m certain this was the developer’s intention, but I can’t help but feel unsatisfied with his route, even his good end. He is a man that could drop his lover at any moment, nor does he seem to feel or understand love; although his route isn’t yandere, I could write him as a reluctant, possessive, and manipulative yandere. He’s... not an easy one to categorize.

Yandere routes: in order of least to most

Allegra ♡♡♡♡♡ Yo, girl hot indeed. I’m not fond of her name, but Allegra is a nicely fleshed out character, to my genuine surprise. I didn’t have much hope for the female characterization in this game, but playing Allegra as my first really struck a chord. She’s not my ideal girl by any means, even under the slight yandere tendencies, but I can appreciate her character and desire to be a better person. A protective and reluctant yandere.

Ophelia ♡♡♡♡♡ I love this girl and her girlfriend. She comes across as a tsundere, but she’s far more sinister than that underneath her cute looks and princess personality. In her backstory, it’s actually hinted that she may be royalty, so that explains that, but be ready for lots of verbal abuse coupled by some touching scenes. An obsessive yandere with sadistic tendencies.

Vincent ♡♡♡♡ A true delusional yandere, though he does show symptoms of other ‘types’ -- as all yanderes should. He’s one of my favorites because of his unique way of thinking, and his backstory is so terribly sad because it hints at the sometimes oppressive way Indian households are run. I feel for him deeply, and he was the first character I encountered (+ I got his good end pretty easily) so I’m not sure what that means for me. Oops?

Kazue ♡♡♡ A manipulative and deeply delusional yandere suffering from Lupus and what I can only gather as dependent personality disorder. Like Mateo, you could say that her delusion is a direct result of a certain other character, but I think Kazue is prone to delusional despite that considering her dependency and sorrow. Just let her be a good and loving housewife, no matter how wrong something seems...just be careful, though. Her delusionals are scarily real.

Mateo ♡♡♡♡ Heavy trigger warnings, not for the faint of heart at all. The most unhinged yandere I’ve ever seen, and despite it all, he’s such a sad character. His route slashes any sympathy you might initially feel for him, but his character as a whole is interesting. -1 heart because he threatens noncon on the kids to make MC compliant. This boy is devoid of morals unless it has to do with the environment, and you’ll learn why in his backstory. MC will go through a lot of inescapable mental turmoil and abuse throughout this route. I’d label him a sadistic and delusional.

Special character (unlocked after completing all other routes):

Anise ♡♡♡

Not so much a route as a philosophy lesson, but I enjoyed Anise’s interlapping role in the story. She provides some much needed backstory to the characters, world, and to life in general. I liked her mostly because of her ending lines, something along the lines of: live life to such a full point that your wishes become dead. A good message, even if it’s from a morally-void character. I’d categorize her as a yandere if she could feel love.

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Her attention dropped to her knee the moment her lover’s hand was removed, she stared for a moment before her hues narrowed hearing Elidi’s words that followed. Looking to her partner as she spoke the she wolf remained silent though her eyes spoke on their own, with a brow arching at certain points that were made Tamryn for the most part actually took in what was being said though it didn’t sway her position on the matter. Once Elidi turned away from her entirely Tamryn felt a foreign pain that caused her to glance down for a moment before she looked back at her lover as she continued, interjecting casually at points,

“That is exactly what it sounded like when you said it. I never said not to feel bad for the loss of her family, by all means feel bad for her, that is terrible to have happen to anyone let alone family...”

She trailed off finally letting the witch speak without her adding in as Elidi suddenly touched on points that were reaching deeper. Her strong gaze remained focused on her lover as her resolve seemed to give with each moment that the other mentioned. The red head dropped her gaze, her stern expression finally giving as Elidi mentioned Tamryn not saying she loved her since the incident. The she wolf dropped her proud shoulders some as she looked away as well. Though her eyes suddenly seemed to narrow as Elidi then brought up her past and her sister.

Instead of speaking the alpha remained silent on the matter, not finding a reason to draw up more things for them to not see eye to eye on. Bringing her gaze back onto her love she scanned her features for a moment before dropping her line of sight down to Elidi’s hand against her bracelet. She inhaled softly before looking to her own bracelet upon exhale. Tamryn hated all of this deep down, how powerless she was towards her feelings.

Once they met each other’s gaze once more, and Tamryn saw the gloss in Elidi’s beautiful blue eyes she couldn’t remain unphased anymore. Her jawline tensed as she clenched her teeth together before her brows furrowed, tilting her head the way she did often for Elidi and Elidi alone though the look was pained. The alpha hated that she was the cause of Elidi being in any sort of distress, and she hated that this was where they had landed moments within getting back into the city.

Grateful that Elidi was the one to speak again she remained silent as she listened further, her expression no longer hardened against the emotions she was feeling. Despite how she kept telling herself to be guarded she deep down didn't want to be, the she wolf wanted to jump into her lover’s arms but her pride kept her seated by her side and rigid in appearance beyond the softening in her features. As she was about to respond the boxes were set in her lap, she seemed to freeze upon the words Elidi said. Slowly she opened the wrapped one and lifted the bottle carefully out to see what it held within it. Her jaw unhinged in awe before her whole demeanor seemed to tank in sadness.

She held the bottle close to her heart for a moment as she stayed silent for a moment before suddenly setting it carefully back into the box and setting both boxes down by her side. She stood and stepped in front of Elidi before she moved to sit in her lap like she would often when attempting to get her focus entirely in the moment. Carefully she placed both her hand onto the sides of her love’s jawline and lifted her eyes to meet her own as she leaned in enough to bring them eye to eye. Her own blue hues glossed over as well though tears would not dare to fall from her eyes as she maintained such a focus on her love,

“I love you, so intensely Eli, that it honestly scares me. It really felt like you were saying sorry for our love in that moment. I’ve never been in this situation with someone I care so deeply about. I’m not going to say sorry for how I reacted, because I am not sorry for it. I felt discarded in the moment, regardless if that was your intent or not, that is how it came off to me in the moment.”

“I am sorry for not saying I love you, never once did me not saying the words mean I didn’t mean them when they were said, or that my love had faded by at any capacity because it hasn’t. I only was distant because I was unsure what to do, feeling like that trip was something you were sorry for made me hurt in ways I didn’t think would be possible. I never want to feel that feeling again, but I also never want to see you like this and know that I am the source behind it again.”

“You never have to ask how I feel, because you know deep down how I feel. I told you that I love you, and I have never felt like this with anyone before and I mean it. Plus, these really do work, better than I think we both want them too really.”

She smirked and reached down between them to lift their hands with the bracelets together, interlacing their fingers as she did so and holding firmly as if to reinforce the words she had stated prior. Her smirk remained a moment longer before she leaned down and placed a careful kiss against her love’s forehead,

“What do we have to do to move past this? I’ve never been here before, but I want to reconcile. I miss you, and your scent, and your embrace, and your smile.”

With her words Tamryn suddenly reached over with her free and and pulled the bottle out of the open box and held it up between them,

“I love you, and I love this. This is my new favorite thing, how did you even make it? You don’t have to tell me, but I really do love it, and you have no idea what it means to me... What all of it has meant to me. What you mean to me... Thank you.”

Elidi attempted a neutral expression as Tamryn opened up the box, the one gift she had chickened out in giving her on her Birthday. Yet seeing the Alpha press it to her chest, Tamryn's usual impartial countenance seemingly crumpled upon opening, Elidi felt her heart ache all the more. She wanted nothing more than to embrace her, but given the response she received when she touched her knee, she refrained, fiddling with the end of her shirt instead. Heedful hues watched as Tamryn stood and briefly she's worried she's said the wrong thing, said too much, not enough even, only to exhale as Tamryn seats herself in her lap like she usually would.

Her cheek leaned into her lover's touch, brows furrowing together, though she's nothing but relieved just to have her touch. "I would never be apologetic about our love. Just like you, this entire situation is foreign to me, I've never cared this intensely for anyone ever before. As I told you before, I couldn't do that to you, disregard you, send you away. You're not someone who just keeps me company or warms my bed, I love you and you alone." Elidi felt as if she could finally breathe, a weight lifted off her chest as Tamryn seemed to finally break and settle comfortably against her. Only then did she settle her arms around the redhead's waist, her hold a little tighter than usual, drawing her closer to her frame.

Listening to how her words made Tamryn feel, her brows drew together, a frown twisting at her lips. "You know I would never intentionally hurt you." Elidi had noticed Tamryn's reluctance to say it over texts, she thought about confronting the redhead then but decided it was best to do it in person. Idly her thumb brushed along Tamryn's waist as she pondered, "I could feel your pain mi amor, as soon as I said the words, as soon as you stood up. I wanted to rush out after you... but I couldn't be selfish in that moment." She's filled with gratitude to just hold the Alpha's hand, lips pressing to her knuckles as she so often did.

Elidi followed Tamryn's gaze to the jewelry dangling around their wrists, a faint amused chuckle escaping her as she nodded in agreement. "Yes, at least they work..."

Her forehead dropped against Tamryn's collarbone, tilting to nestle into the crook of her neck, lips pressing delicately to her pulse point. "I want nothing more than to just put this behind us, just say the words mi amor, and we don't have to discuss this any further. As long as you know where I stand. I'm devoted entirely to you..."

Her heart thumped loudly in her chest, euphoric just to hear those words depart her lips once more, overly elated she could burst. Bright eyes stared at the bottle as Tamryn presented it to them both, recalling the various mason jars she shattered trying to command the lightning inside. She was starting to wonder if she was accident prone, as she had narrowly escaped receiving yet another scar. Again. "I know it's a fairly simple gift, but gods it was a pain to get the bolts to stay inside." Elidi desisted, her head tilting as she spoke, thoughtful, "... And don't open it. Unless you want lightning."

"You don't have to thank me. I'm... ecstatic to just speak warmly with you again, I was so worried I had already fucked things up." Elidi let her head fall back against the bench, her shoulders dropping as she visibly relaxed, "I wanted to cry." She admitted with a faint laugh, letting her hues lift upward to the blue sky, a pleasantly sunny day. If only for a moment as she finds her gaze back on Tamryn, a smile crossing her lips, as it usually did when she was around her. "I love you."

#trch:tamryn #me typing fast af while Soph has lunch #but HNNNG #my heart #😭💕💖#they both stupid #i still love them tho #💕💖💕💖

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“I just want to run away, find somewhere that feels safe. Find somewhere the bad days don’t come as often in this sad phase. Somewhere I can be loved, where I don’t have to run away from my flaws, and I don’t have to be afraid of my thoughts.”

Michaela Williams, now known as the Black Sheep of the Williams family, was on a path of distraction. A path that she felt like she was a l w a y s meant to be on. The girl that seemed to have it all, didn’t have anything. Maybe this was her own doing or maybe she was scared of being anything else, that she didn’t even try. Why try? Why put in the effort? Her mother had already deemed her as useless-”a waste of space.” - as she had put it. Her mother did have a way with words after all, the only person that believed in her was her older sister, Stacy, but at the rate that Michaela was going--she wouldn’t even have Stacy.

How did she get here you ask?

The answer to that question was one that she couldn’t answer, she couldn’t remember who she was or how to get back to her. She was spiraling out of control and it didn’t seem like she would ever stop. Why should she stop? Society and her mother had already deemed her as reckless and unhinged--maybe it was best to bask in her new role.

But did she really deserve what happened to her? That’s a question she wished she could answer, only if she could actually remember what happened to her. . . .

The sound of the pitter patter of the rain hitting her window caused a soft groan to erupt from the depths of her throat, her eyelids fluttering open as her back was still pressed against the coral sheets, tapping her fingers against her duvet. Her hues fixated upon the ceiling fan; moving with the spinning object in front of her. Her lips pressed together as her mind continued to wonder. She had assumed that taking her medicine would allow her to sleep through the rain but she felt as if she hadn’t slept an ounce. The past couple of weeks had been hell, she had returned to California due to winding up at the hospital and ever since her return--her mother wouldn’t let her forget it. The constant fights were draining, Michaela had gotten used to her mother’s stern behavior but this time it was non-stop and she was exhausted. Michaela couldn’t remember what happened that night, she didn’t know how she ended up in the hospital. All she remembered was this ache...an ache that she had only felt once before and that was when she found out that her father had died; an ache that she had been able to burying but this ache was different, she didn’t know where this ache was coming from and she couldn’t remember anything.

Michaela lifted herself upward slowly, groaning as she felt the ache pierce through her frame. Sage orbs shifted towards the bright light that was blinking from her iPhone. Her slender arm reached outward, her digits coaxed with the device as she placed the phone against her ear.

“Hey, Jess, what’s up?”

“Thank God! I thought you were dead, where have you been? Why haven’t you been answering my text?”

Michaela’s head shook slightly, her free hand yanked at the duvet as she allowed her physique to sit up straight and the soles of her bare feet kissed the wooden surface.

“Jess, relax. I was going to call you but mother dearest hasn’t let me out of her sight. I’m in California, I thought Stacy would’ve told you that.” Michaela thought it was odd that her sister didn’t tell Jessikah, that was her best friend after all. Maybe it slipped her mind, it had to be that. What other reason would Stacy have to not tell her?

“Are you fucking serious? That’s bullshit. I was trying to see you at the hospital but the nurse on and on about only family could see you. Did they tell you what happened?”

Confusion was evident on Michaela’s features, her feet pressing against the wooden surface as she made her way towards the kitchen. A yawn slipped her lips as she flicked the light on which brought life back to the darkened apartment.

“Jess, you are literally confusing the hell out of me. I don’t remember what happened that night, when I woke up I saw Stacy and before I could blink, I was back in California. What am I missing? Do you know something I don’t?”

For a few seconds, the only sound that could be heard was the sound of the rain. Jessikah didn’t say a word which didn’t bring Michaela comfort, she felt sick. She placed her palm against the wooden surface to give her support.

“Jess, hello? Hello?”

Sigh uttered from her best friend. “Mich, I need you to sit down for this one.”

Michaela shook her head instantly, she knew that Jessikah couldn’t see her but it was a reflex. “Just tell me, tell me what happened.”

The beat of Michaela’s heart picked up speed, her fingers clung onto the sink.

“Michaela, you...you were raped. By two guys and they f-.”

Before Jessikah could finish her sentence, Michaela could feel her heart beating at a rapid speed and her head became dizzy. The balance that she had slowly disappeared as her knees hit the wooden surface, the phone that she had next to her ear languidly fell to the ground and the sound of Jessikah calling her name as shriek uttered from her mouth. Michaela’s whole body collapsed. In that moment, she knew exactly what the ache was--she knew that she wouldn’t be able to return from this.

They stole a piece of her and the worst part is that she couldn’t remember a thing.

❝ If I'm a painter, I'd be a Depressionist. I need this time to decompress from this ketamine, this cocaine; this medicine for my growing pain. This weed I've been smoking, I'm dying inside. . . .❞

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Prosecutors probing National Enquirer after Bezos’ extortion claim

Prosecutors probing National Enquirer after Bezos’ extortion claim Prosecutors probing National Enquirer after Bezos’ extortion claim http://bit.ly/2BoVULq

NEW YORK — Federal prosecutors are looking into the National Enquirer’s handling of a story about Amazon CEO Jeff Bezos’ extramarital affair to see if the tabloid’s publisher violated a co-operation agreement with prosecutors, two people familiar with the matter told The Associated Press on Friday.

Bezos claims the Enquirer’s publisher, American Media Inc., tried to extort and blackmail him. In an extraordinary blog post published Thursday on Medium.com, Bezos said AMI threatened to publish intimate photos of him unless he stopped investigating how the Enquirer obtained his private exchanges with his mistress.

Prosecutors now are looking at whether AMI violated an earlier agreement in which it promised not to break any laws in exchange for avoiding prosecution for campaign finance violations, the people familiar with the matter said. They weren’t authorized to discuss the matter publicly and spoke to AP on condition of anonymity.

The high-profile clash has pitted the world’s richest man against the leader of America’s best-known tabloid, who is a strong backer of President Donald Trump. Bezos’ investigators have suggested the Enquirer’s coverage of his affair was driven by dirty politics.

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A spokesman for AMI did not immediately return a message seeking comment on the investigation, and the U.S. attorney’s office in Manhattan declined to comment.

Earlier Friday, AMI said it “acted lawfully” while reporting the story and that it engaged in “good faith negotiations” with Bezos.

Bezos did not say the tabloid was seeking money — instead, he said, the Enquirer wanted him to make a public statement that its coverage was not politically motivated.

The company has admitted in the past that it engaged in what’s known as “catch-and-kill” practices to help Trump become president. Trump has been highly critical of Bezos and the Post’s coverage of the White House.

“Of course I don’t want personal photos published, but I also won’t participate in their well-known practice of blackmail, political favours, political attacks, and corruption,” Bezos wrote of AMI, in explaining his decision to go public Thursday. “I prefer to stand up, roll this log over, and see what crawls out.”

The Bezos affair became public when the Enquirer published a Jan. 9 story about his relationship with Lauren Sanchez, a former TV anchor who is also married. Bezos then hired a team of private investigators to find out how the tabloid got the texts and photos the two exchanged.

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Bezos’ personal investigators, led by his longtime security consultant, Gavin de Becker, concluded that Bezos’ phone wasn’t hacked. Instead, they’ve been focusing on Sanchez’s brother, according to a person familiar with the matter.

De Becker and his team suspect Michael Sanchez, a talent manager who touts his support of Trump and is an acquaintance of Trump allies Roger Stone and Carter Page, may have provided the information to the Enquirer, the person said. The person wasn’t authorized to discuss the matter publicly and spoke on condition of anonymity.

Sanchez, who is also his sister’s manager, has declined to speak with The Associated Press on the record and did not immediately respond to an email seeking comment Thursday. In a tweet, he said de Becker “spreads fake, unhinged conservative conspiracy theories” and “‘dog whistle’ smears.”

Several days ago, someone at AMI told Bezos’ team that the company’s CEO, David Pecker, was “apoplectic” about the investigation, Bezos said. AMI later approached Bezos’ representatives with an offer.

“They said they had more of my text messages and photos that they would publish if we didn’t stop our investigation,” Bezos wrote.

Bezos wrote that this week, the tabloid’s editor, Dylan Howard, emailed an attorney for Bezos’ longtime security consultant to describe photos the Enquirer “obtained during our newsgathering.” The photos include a “below the belt selfie” of Bezos, photos of him in tight boxer briefs and wearing only a towel, and several revealing photos of Sanchez, according to the emails Bezos released.

According to the emails, an attorney for AMI offered a formal deal Wednesday: The tabloid wouldn’t post the photos if Bezos and his investigators would release a public statement “affirming that they have no knowledge or basis” to suggest the Enquirer’s coverage was “politically motivated or influenced by political forces.”

Bezos said he decided to publish the emails sent to his team “rather than capitulate to extortion and blackmail,” despite the “personal cost and embarrassment they threaten.”

In its Jan. 9 story, the Enquirer said reporters followed Bezos and Sanchez “across five states and 40,000 miles” and “tailed them in private jets, swanky limos, helicopter rides, romantic hikes, five-star hotel hideaways, intimate dinner dates and ‘quality time’ in hidden love nests.”

It reported that Bezos sent “sleazy text messages and gushing love notes” to Sanchez, months before Bezos announced he was splitting up with his wife, MacKenzie. The story carries the bylines of Howard and two reporters.

This image shows the front page of the Jan. 28, 2019, edition of the National Enquirer featuring a story about Amazon founder and CEO Jeff Bezos’ divorce. (National Enquirer via AP)

Bezos usually stays out of the public eye, frequently delegating announcements and public Amazon business updates to his executives. He doesn’t even speak on the company’s quarterly financial earnings call with analysts.

AMI’s relationship with Trump has gotten the company into hot water in the past. It admitted to “catch-and-kill” practices as part of a deal with federal prosecutors, who agreed not to pursue charges against the company.

AMI acknowledged secretly assisting Trump’s campaign by paying $150,000 to a Playboy model for the rights to her story about an alleged affair with the then-candidate. The company then intentionally suppressed the story until after the 2016 election.

In September, the Justice Department agreed to a non-prosecution agreement with AMI, which requires the company and some top executives, including Pecker and Howard, to co-operate with authorities.

De Becker is now trying to find a way that federal prosecutors in Manhattan — where the non-prosecution agreement was signed — could investigate the text message scandal, the person familiar with the matter said, though it wasn’t immediately clear what, if any, crime the prosecutors would be asked to look into.

It is a federal crime to threaten to injure someone’s reputation in exchange for money or a “thing of value,” though federal courts haven’t made it directly clear whether a public statement, like the one demanded by AMI, could be considered something of value.

Laurie Levenson, a former federal prosecutor and professor at Loyola Law School in Los Angeles, said the allegations potentially put prosecutors in an awkward position because of the deal they had already cut with AMI.

“It shows how complicated and dangerous it is to make an agreement with National Enquirer,” Levenson said. “They may have to co-operate, but they’re continuing in their ongoing battle with Bezos and others.”

But Levenson said it was too difficult to tell if the case amounted to blackmail or extortion without additional context and some prosecutors may be reluctant to charge someone for threatening another with embarrassing material.

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Jelani Alladin as Kristoff and Andrew Pirozzi as Sven

Six shows are opening on Broadway this month, including the much anticipated “Frozen,” and starry revivals of both “Angels in America” and “Three Tall Women,” which marks Glenda Jackson’s return to Broadway after 30 years.

Below is a selective list of Broadway, Off-Broadway, Off-Off Broadway in March, organized chronologically by opening date, with each title linked to a relevant website.

Color key of theaters: Broadway: Red. Off Broadway: Black or Blue.. Off Off Broadway: Green. Theater festival: Orange

To look at the Spring season as a whole, check out my Broadway Spring 2018 Preview Guide and my Off Broadway Spring 2018 Preview Guide

March 1

Amy and the Orphans (Roundabout)

Written by Lindsey Ferrentino (Ugly Lies The Bone). Directed by Scott Ellis (She Loves Me.) After their father’s death, two unhinged siblings reunite with Amy, their movie-loving sister who has Down syndrome. An unexpected turn reveals the moment that changed their lives…and the fact that Amy may be the only one who knows her own mind.

March 5

Queens (Lincoln Center Theater)

Written by Martyna Majok (Ironbound, Cost of Living.) The lives of two generations of immigrant women collide in a basement apartment. When the choices they’ve made about their security, dignity, and desires come back to haunt them, they must ask: what cannot – and should not – be left behind?

March 6

A Letter to Harvey Milk (Theatre Row)

When Harry, a retired butcher, fulfills a writing assignment to compose a letter to someone from his past who’s dead, he writes not to his late wife Frannie, but to Harvey Milk, the first openly gay political leader in California. His writing teacher Barbara, a lesbian, is stunned.

March 7

The Low Road (Public Theater)

Written by Bruce Norris (Clybourne Park), directed by Michael Greif (Dear Evan Hansen.) Set in the 18th century, this wild new work imagines America’s first laissez-faire capitalist, a young man inspired by a chance encounter with Adam Smith to put his faith in the free market. But his path to riches becomes inextricably entangled with that of an educated slave, a man who knows from experience that one person’s profit is another’s loss, in this parable about the true cost of inequality.

Hello, From The Children of Planet Earth (Playwrights Realm at The Duke)

Betsy texts her old high school friend William out of the blue and asks him to be her sperm donor

Locked Up Bitches (The Flea)

When Pipsy, a pedigree cocker spaniel, lands at the Bitchfield Animal Shelter, she becomes the center of a turf war between the dogs and the cats. A musical mashup of West Side Story and Orange is the New Black.

March 8

Good for Otto (The New Group at Signature)

Through the microcosm of a rural Connecticut mental health center, David Rabe conjures a whole American community on the edge.The cast includes Ed Harris, Amy Madigan, Rhea Perlman. F. Murray Abraham

Halcyon Days (Oberon at A.R.T./New York)

The satire by Steven Dietz explores what it took to get America behind the 1983 invasion of the western hemisphere’s smallest country, Grenada.

March 11

The Fall (St Ann’s Warehouse)

Devised collaboratively by a cast of seven actors, the play recounts their experiences as student leaders of the #RhodesMustFall protest movement, which called for the teardown of a colonialist monument on their University of Cape Town campus.

Three Small Irish Masterpieces (Irish Rep)

A simple policeman looks into his heart and turns himself into a wide-eyed folk hero. A hungry trickster makes a hearty meal of a stone and a song. A poignant tale is told of a solitary man washed up by the sea on the faraway coast of Donegal. These are the subjects of:

The Pot of Broth, by William Butler Yeats, in collaboration with Lady Gregory (1903) The Rising of the Moon, by Lady Gregory (1907) Riders to the Sea, by John Millington Synge (1904)

March 12

Admissions (Lincoln Center Theater)

By Joshua Harmon (Significant Other). Directed by Daniel Aukin. The admissions officer and her husband the headmaster of The Hillcrest School are proud of their efforts to diversify the student body. But when their only son sets his sights on an Ivy League university, personal ambition collides with progressive values. Harmon has a second play, Skintight, at Roundabout.

Dogs of Rwanda (Urban Stages)

Twenty years after David as a 16-year-old church missionary got caught up in the Rwandan genocide, he can’t escape it.

March 15

Escape to Margaritaville (Marquis Theater)

Featuring the songs of Jimmy Buffett. Welcome to Margaritaville, where people come to get away from it all—and stay to find something they never expected.

March 21

Angels in America (Neil Simon Theater)

A revival of Tony Kushner’s two-part Pulitzer Prize winning epic play about the age of AIDS, it stars Andrew Garfield, Nathan Lane et al. The production is a transfer from London’s National Theatre.

March 22

Frozen (St. James)

A musical based on the Disney animated film Caissie Levy (Elsa), Patti Murin (Anna), Jelani Alladin (Kristoff), Greg Hildreth (Olaf),with music (as in the film) by Kristen Anderson-Lopez and Robert Lopez

March 26

Lobby Hero (Helen Hayes)

An apartment lobby serves as a waiting area for four New Yorkers involved in a murder investigation. “A young security guard with big ambitions clashes with his stern boss, an intense rookie cop and her unpredictable partner in a play from the 2017 Oscar-winning writer of Manchester by the Sea.” This is the first production by Second Stage Theater at its new Broadway venue.

March 27

Pygmalion (Bedlam at Sheen Center)

George Bernard Shaw’s play was the inspiration for My Fair Lady

Rocktopia (Broadway)

Five vocalists and a choir fuse rock anthems with classical music

March 29

Three Tall Women (John Golden)

Albee’s Pulitzer-winning play about a woman in life’s final act. Glenda Jackson returns to Broadway after an absence of 30 years, also starring Laurie Metcalf and Alison Pill

March 31

The Lucky Ones (Ars Nova at Connelly)

Indie-music duo The Bengsons spin a memory-tale of teenaged passion, ideals lived to the limits

March 2018 New York Theater Openings Six shows are opening on Broadway this month, including the much anticipated "Frozen," and starry revivals of both "Angels in America" and "Three Tall Women," which marks Glenda Jackson's return to Broadway after 30 years.

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