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companionjones · 1 year

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Love is in the Air (Why Didn’t You Tell Me?)

Pairing: Beck Oliver x Fem!Reader

Fandom: Victorious (Nickelodeon)

Summary: Based on the episode of Victorious “Beggin’ on Your Knees,” where you take the place of Tori. Some things are changed.

Warnings: None that I can think of

Y/n=Your name

W/n=Wrong name

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Love was in the air at Hollywood Arts, and you absolutely hated it. You sat on the stairs in the main hallway and watched all the main couples of the school go about their day.

Trina came into view. She was running after Jade. “Babe! I said I was sorry!”

Jade’s jaw tightened as she turned back around to her girlfriend. “You walked in on my auditions!”

“I’m sorry! You know how I get! I see an opportunity and I just gotta take it. Y’know?”

Her words didn’t soothe Jade’s anger. “My audition isn’t your opportunity!”

Trina paused for a moment. “Well, yeah. I know that now...Listen what if I buy you those new scissors you wanted?”

That seemed to immediately resolve a lot of Jade’s resentment. “...The ones that are diamond encrusted?”

“The very same,” Trina nodded. “Do you like me again?”

Jade took a step up to Trina, took her hand, and kissed her cheek. “Maybe...”

The two walked off together.

“Whatcha doin’?” Beck was suddenly looming over you.

You turned around to look at him. “Wallowing in my loneliness.” You turned back around and rested your head on your hands.

“...That sounds like fun,” Beck responded, not knowing what else to say.

“Robbie!!! Robbie!!!” Cat burst onto the scene by running down the stairs and screaming bloody murder for Robbie. She reached the middle of the main hallway and released her loudest scream yet. “ROBBIE SHAPIRO!!!”

The boy came sprinting into view on Cat’s right. “What? What is it? Everyone’s telling me you’re looking for me, Cat. Is everything okay? Are you hurt?”

“No,” Cat answered, much calmer than before.

“Then what is it?” Robbie asked, still very concerned.

Cat’s response was simple: “I missed you.” She then leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Robbie’s torso.

Robbie let his head rest on top of hers. Probably to equally revel in her cuteness and insanity. “I...I missed you too, sweetheart...But next time, maybe try calling me on the phone...” His voice trailed off as he and Cat walked away.

“Hey, guys.” Tori approached you and Beck, hand-in-hand with André.

You immediately rolled your eyes. “Here we go. Yet another couple to rub their happiness in my face.”

“I’m sorry?” Tori wasn’t sure if she should’ve apologised for her happiness.

“What’s with the sour attitude?” André wondered. When he and Tori came to a stop, he traded holding hands with her with putting an arm around her shoulder.

“Nothing’s up. Right, Y/n?” Beck answered for you. Before you could respond to Beck, he asked the three of you, “You guys wanna get lunch?”

Both Tori and André nodded. “Sure.”

Beck grabbed your hand. “You’re coming too. C’mon.” He dragged you along with him.

Outside, you were mainly focusing on your food, which was why you didn’t notice, at first, a guy walk up next to you. When you did notice him, you saw that he wasn’t just a guy, he was Ryder Daniels, a senior. A really hot senior at that. He was talking to you.

“Hey. It’s W/n, right?”

“Y/n.” Beck corrected without looking up from his meal.

Ryder cleared his throat. “Y/n, right. How are you doing?”

“I-I’m doing okay...How are you?”

Ryder smiled at you. “I’m good. So, Y/n, I was wondering if you wanted to go out sometime?”

You felt your eyes widen. “With me?”

Vaguely, you heard Beck go, “With her?”

Ryder gave a weird look to Beck. “Yeah...” He turned back to you. “What do you think?”

“Uh, s-sure.” You had to physically push the word out.

“Great.” Ryder grinned and walked away.

“Great!” you called after him, then turned back to your friends. “What just happened?”

Tori was the first to answer. “What do you think just happened? You got a date!”

Your heart was beating out of your chest. “Really? Are you sure?”

“Yes!” André congratulated you. “Be happy, Y/n!”

You were pretty sure that was what you were feeling. Your heart wouldn’t slow down to tell you anything else.

That night, you had just finished a pretty fun night with Ryder. You couldn’t believe it, but you were pretty sure you had just fallen into your first relationship.

There was a knock at your door.

You walked toward it, confused. “Ryder? Did you forget something?” You opened your door to find not Ryder. “Beck?”

“I don’t like this.” He came marching into your home.

Your confusion only grew. “Don’t like what?”

He jumped onto another subject. “How was your date?”

“It went fine. We’re doing the Full Moon Jam together. Is this what you’re upset about?” you wondered.

Beck’s jaw clenched. “Maybe.”

“Why?” You were flabbergast.

He thought for a second. “I don’t-I don’t know, but I just don’t like the idea of you with someone else--”

“Are you kidding me?!” you shrieked. “All this time, I’ve been alone, Beck. So I swear to god, if you tell me you like me now--”

“I don’t like you!” he shouted back. “I just don’t want to see you with him! I don’t want to see you with anyone unless it’s m--” Beck immediately stopped talking as realisation dawned on his face.

“...Get out,” was all you had to say.

Beck hung his head as he followed your order.

And just like that, you were left alone.

The next day, you were excited to see Ryder again. You were excited to see anyone that could distract you from Beck. You decided to meet Ryder at his locker.

You were about to round the corner when you heard Ryder talking to one of his friends.

“Hey, Ryder. Congratulations! I heard you’re dating that one girl--What is it--W/n?”

“Yeah. Only until she gets me an A on this Full Moon Jam assignment. Then you can have her.”

That was all it took to have you booking it in the other direction.

You weren’t sure how many hours you spent in the janitor’s closet, but you were pretty sure you’d heard the bell ring three times. You weren’t willing to do the math.

Suddenly, the door to the closet burst open. “There you are!” Beck called out, relieved. “Jesus, I’ve got everyone looking for you, y’know...Y/n?”

“He’s using me,” you tearfully informed, “He’s using me to get a good grade on the Full Moon Jam assignment, then he’s gonna dump me.”

Beck didn’t know what to say, “Oh, Y/n.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You sprung to your feet.

He thought you were talking about Ryder. “I didn’t know--”

“Not about him. Why didn’t you tell me you liked me before all this mess?”

Beck was ashamed. “I didn’t know about that either until Ryder asked you out.”

“Why didn’t you tell me--?” Your sobs cut you off. You started crumpling into yourself until Beck enveloped you in a hug.

For some reason, life didn’t seem so bad anymore. You hugged him back. The tears kept falling.

“I’m never going to let anyone hurt you again,” Beck whispered, “Whether I have you or not. No one will ever treat you like this again--”

You kissed him.

It was an intense kiss. Beck roughly backed you against some drawers, and you forcefully ran your fingers through Beck’s hair.

Eventually, you two had to part for air, and you just smiled.

“What’s the smile about?” Beck asked. His expression matched yours.

“Oh, a few things,” you answered teasingly. You kissed him again. “I think I know how to get revenge on Ryder, and I’m gonna need your help.

“Anything,” Beck promised you.

“Good,” you grinned, and kissed him again.

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daisyblog · 6 months

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Proud Sister

Our Story Masterlist Summary: YN is by Louis side at his London Premiere for All of Those Voices.

Based on this request

Sitting in the back of the black Range Rover with Louis, felt all too familiar to YN. She had done it a few months ago at the Venice Film Festival when they supported Harry for the Don’t Worry Darling premiere. She can remember walking the red carpet when One Direction’s This Is Us was released in 2013.

YN was stunned when Louis had asked her to walk by his side on the carpet, for his own documentary, All Of Those Voices. Of course she was going to be there, supporting her big brother. But she was expecting to walk with Harry and her siblings.

She was in Sydney with Harry, when a FaceTime from Louis popped up on her phone.

“Hey Lou!”.

“Tiny! You alright my love?”. Louis’ cheery voice boomed through the speaker.

“Yeah..I’m alright…whot’s got you smiling like that?”. YN couldn’t help but notice how chirpy Louis was considering it was early morning back in London.

“Cheeky fucker…I’m always ‘appy.”. Louis pretended to be offended. “Anyway..I want to ask you something-“.

YN was quick to interrupt. “Yes I want a One Direction reunion.”.

“Yeah I know, but you’ll have to wait.” YN pouted at Louis words. “But how do you feel about walking with me on the red carpet?”.

YN eyes were wide, in shock at what Louis had just asked. It must have been a joke because out of everyone why would Louis just want YN to be by his side.

“Is this a joke?”. She couldn’t help the words flowing out of her mouth.

Louis chucked, his blue eyes crinkled as he did. “Course fookin’ not…m’serious.”.

“Why me?”.

“Why you…are you being fookin’ serious right now”. Louis couldn’t believe how oblivious YN was on how much she had supported him over the years. “Tiny…you made me a big brother…you were my first friend…you were there at my audition believing in me…you cheered me and the band on through the show…you were by my side through three tours…you were the one who listened when Zayn left and the band decided to go on a break…you were the one by Mums side when I couldn’t be…you were the one who held it all together for us all when Mum passed…you were the one who made me believe in myself when it came to making my own music…you were the one trying to help me support Felicite…you are always the one by my side, so yeah I want you where you always are…walking by my side.”.

Louis and YN had always had a special bond, and Louis had always been loving towards his siblings but hearing Louis list all the things that YN did naturally because that’s the kind of person she was, had hit her hard emotionally.

“You’ve made me cry now Lou.” YN was trying to gently wipe away her stray tears as she was getting ready to watch Harry’s show. “I’m a fookin’ mess…look at me.”.

“Yeah…well…I was only saying the truth.”. Anyone who knew Louis, would know that unless he meant it then he wouldn’t say it.

“Yeah of course I’ll be by your side.” YN eventually answered as she dabbed under her eyes with a tissue. “You’re my best friend too Lou…you know that right?”.

“Oi…don’t fookin’ start me off…right m’going before I cry…love you Tiny.”.

“Love you Lou.”.

As the car approached Leicester Square, screams could be heard from fans waiting for Louis’ arrival. Louis got out of the car first, before holding his hand out to help YN step out.

As the siblings walked further up the red carpet, security following their every move, fans and the press were quick to snap photos and videos of the Tomlinsons.

Louis stopped to take photos with fans at the side of the barrier, whilst trying to have small conversations with them. YN admired the interactions from her position slightly behind him. Louis and his fans had a special connection that only they could understand, and it was precious to watch the love between them.

Louis was signalled to pose for photos by himself, before he called YN over to have their photos take together. Louis wrapped his arm around his sister, YN doing the same as they wore bright smiles on their faces.

As Louis made a joke about his cheeks hurting from smiling so much, loud screams were heard from further down the red carpet.

“Your boyfriends arrived.” Louis playfully nudged YN’s shoulder with his.

“How do you know that?”. YN looked at her brother, confused how screams meant Harry had arrived.

“Believe me love…I just know.” Louis playfully squeezed her cheek with his finger, like her used to do when she was younger.

Proving Louis right, YN could see Harry further down walking with her grandparents and siblings, trying not to draw attention to himself as in his words “today is Louis day”. YN had always known she was blessed but seeing her family all together made her realise it more.

Louis had been called over by an interviewer to answer a few questions, meaning YN could sneak off to see her family. After giving each of her grandparents and siblings a quick cuddle and a peck on the cheek, she found herself next to Harry who immediately placed his arm around her hip and leaving a peck on her cheek.

The Tomlinson siblings posed for photos together, before they were escorted into the screening. YN and Harry found their seats and sat comfortably next to each other. YN was in the middle of telling Harry something that had happened previous in the evening, when a voice interrupted them.

“Is this seat taken?”. Liam’s voice was heard. YN and Harry would recognise his accent anywhere.

Harry stood from his seat and took Liam into his arms. “Nice to see you man.”.

“You too Styles!”. Liam let go of Harry, before leaning in to give YN and hug and a friendly kiss on the cheek. “How are you love?”.

“I’m good…you kept this a secret.”. YN called Liam out on his surprise appearance at the premiere.

After a quick catch up, Liam went to his own seat where he was sat further back with his new girlfriend.

Before finding his seat next to YN, Louis said a few words and thank everyone involved in the making of his documentary, thank his fans because without them he wouldn’t be standing where he is now, thanked his four brothers who were a huge part in his journey.

“And a massive thank you to my family…who constantly support me through my personal life…as well as my career.”.

As part of the documentary, Louis grandparents and siblings were all asked to be a part of it and to answer some questions about Louis.

The audience had a little giggle at the part when Daisy and Phoebe had explained that they saw Louis as a controlling big brother, but really he was always right.

But what had the audience awwing was when a clip of YN came on. She was sat in her and Harry’s living room, family photos hanging on the wall behind her, but one that stood out was one of YN stood between Harry and Louis from their tour in 2014. The three wore big smiles on their faces as Harry and Louis both hugged YN close.

“Louis always says how lucky he is…but everyone who has Louis in their life are the lucky ones…he’s just too humble to realise it”.

At YN’s words, Louis reached over and squeezed YN’s hand, a little gesture to show how much that meant to him. There were many emotions shown through the screening. Happy times, sad times and bittersweet times. Louis aim was to show all the sides to his story, and he succeeded!

As the credits played on the screen and everyone stood to give a round of applause for a touching documentary, YN brought her brother into a big hug and whispered “Mum would be so proud of you.”.

To the world he was Louis Tomlinson, to YN he was Louis, her big brother.

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elisysd · 10 months

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One way or another - Blondie

Masterlist - Previously - Next Chapter

One way or another, I'm gonna find ya I'm gonna get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya

“Do you want some tea?” asked Renée, Lyanna’s mom, after she helped them settled in Lyanna’s teenage bedroom.

“Yes mom, please. Charles?”

“With pleasure! Do you want some help?” asked Charles ready to do whatever Lya’s mom would ask him.

“It’s just boiling water, I think I can manage.”

Lyanna tugged gently on Charles's hand, urging him to sit down beside her on the sofa. Since they had entered the house, Renée had barely spoken to the young man, preferring to observe him out of the corner of her eye. Charles didn't mind, even if it made him a little uncomfortable. He understood that her mother preferred to talk to her daughter, it had been a long time since they had seen each other. But still, his ego was bruised.

She returned later with three steaming cups of tea and some cakes, which Charles ogled but didn't dare touch. He didn't want to appear so impolite as to help himself first.

“So, Lya, any new projects on the way?”

“Nope, I did not have much time to focus on auditions and scripts. Between Charles’ accident and James… it was no easy.”

“I see. How are you doing Charles? It was a big crash. And Lyanna was deeply affected. She was crushed. It was painful to hear her so broken and not being able to hold her in my arms…”

“I’m doing better. Still recovering but I think the worst is over. I know how hard it was for your daughter and honestly, she deserves an award for putting up with me during my recovery. I don’t know where I would be if she had not been there.”

“She is a good person indeed. She has the biggest heart but sometimes people like to play with it.”

“Hello, I’m right here. I can hear you.” Lyanna joined in the conversation.

She hated it when people talked about her as if she wasn't there. And she knew exactly what her mother was doing. She was testing Charles.

“I’m not playing with her. I would never, I can assure you of that.” Said confidently Charles while taking Lya’s hand that was resting on the table.

“Words are nice, Charles, but actions speak louder than them.”

“Okay, I think we are all a little tired. It’s been a long day. Maybe we should just call it a night?”

“You are right, sweetheart. I prepared the guest room as well. I was not sure both people could fit in your bed Lya.”

“Don’t worry, Renée, I’ll make us fit.” Tried to reassure Charles.

Lyanna gave Charles the stink eye, while Renée let out a long sigh and looked away. Understanding how his remark might have been interpreted, Charles tried to make up for it.

“I mean. Sorry, it came out wrong. I meant don’t worry, we will be fine. I’m sure the bed is not that small and even if it were, which then again I doubt, it would be okay. I’m used to small spaces and how to fit comfortably in them. I drive a F1 car for a living I know a thing or two about small spaces. And Lyanna never takes much space in the bed, she is almost always sleeping on me most of the time, so it’s fine… Do you know what your daughter reminds me? A sloth and its branch. Or a mussel on a rock, you know those species that are always stuck to something and you can't get rid of them. Well, that's Lyanna.”

“Charming.”

“But she makes a cute sloth.” He added.

He knew that he should shut up and was just not marking points with Lya’s mom but he couldn’t stop. It was like his mouth had a mind of its own.

“And to have her against me during cold nights, it’s great. She is a perfect blanket. And if it saves me money on heating…she has many use.”

“Charles for the love of god, please shut up.” Lyanna whispered as she discreetly pinched his arm.

“I’m making things awkward, don’t I?”

“No, you think?” sarcastically said Renée.

Once in Lyanna's room, away from prying ears, Charles apologised profusely.

“On a scale from 1 to to 10 how much do you think I screwed up with your mom?”

“I’d say that you screwed up really bad but you still have a chance to make things right.”

“You think so?”

“A tiny little chance, yes. No but really, she can see that you were stressed out, it’s okay. She will forget about it and tomorrow it will be like it never happened.”

“Do you say that to make me feel better or do you actually believe it?”

“Does it make you feel better?”

“A little.”

“Then I say that to make you feel better.” She said as she stood up on her tippy toes and kissed him slowly to try to take his mind off the stress.

She gently pushed Charles onto the bed and straddled him, taking care to avoid injuring his ribs. Gently, she unbuttoned his shirt and placed light kisses on his neck.

“Lya, slow down… Your mom is right next door.”

“And? I didn’t think it would stop you. Not reckless anymore, mister Leclerc?”

“I don’t want her to hate me more than she does already.”

Lyanna got to her feet and began to get rid of her clothes in front of Charles, who swallowed. She was going to drive him crazy. And he had to admit that she was having quite an effect on him. Just as he was about to change his mind and grab Lyanna to do all the dirty things he had in mind for her, the young woman slipped under the sheets and turned off the light with her back to him.

“The sloth is wishing you a good night.”

Lyanna was not awake when Charles opened his eyes the next morning. She was fast asleep next to him and he did not want to wake her. She needed the good sleep. He could hear noises coming from what he supposed was the kitchen and decided to come out of the room. Renée was preparing the breakfast while humming the song that was playing on the radio. When she saw Charles, she stopped altogether.

“Good morning.” Said Charles, trying to be cheerful.

“Hello Charles. Did you sleep well? Was my daughter a nice blanket?”

“Yeah… about that, I’m sorry. I have the tendency to overshare when I’m stressed out. And you kind of make me feel nervous.”

“Well you should be. I want you to understand something Charles. I have nothing personal against you, it’s just… Lyanna went through some horrible things, you know it. And I was not there to protect her. I should have been but I was not. I don’t want to ever relive this. Ever again. It broke me to see my daughter so… half dead. I felt like I failed as parent. I did not do my job. I did not protect her. So understand that I want her to find someone who will always prioritize her, who will never make her forget how beautiful her soul is, who will make her the happiest because she deserves nothing other than this. And I don’t know if you will be that person, Charles.”

“Because of my job?”

“Surely there are a lot of distractions that come with it.”

“I would never cheat on Lyanna. I’m not that kind of man.”

“I hope so. I really hope. Lyanna loves you, it’s obvious, and I don’t doubt that you love her too. But you are both young, both with busy careers and it’s just the beginning of your relationship. When things will get rough, when routine will set in, when love will be something to fight for and keep on nurturing, will you be there? Because I know my daughter and I know she will be. But you?”

“I can’t promise you that I will always be the perfect boyfriend and that I’ll always make her happy because I would lie. I will make her cry. Unintentionally. We are going to fight. Like all couples. We are going to have our misunderstandings. We still have to learn how to communicate, we are working on it. But I can promise you that I’ll take care of her heart. That she will always have a shoulder to lean on when I’m not around. That the more the time flies, the more I fall in love with her and the more I think she is the one for me. I can promise you that as long as she needs me, I’ll be there, by her side. I’ll be her biggest supporter, her shoulder to cry on and the one to mend the broken pieces of her heart. I want the bad days and the good ones. I want everything.”

“You have a way with words, Charles…”

“Years of media training do that to someone. But I’m being honest.”

“Somehow… I know that you are.”

Charles thought that Lyanna's mother would be the most difficult to convince, but that was nothing compared to her entire family. He knew he was in hostile territory from the moment her grandfather shook his hand and tried to crush it. Lyanna, having seen the scene, rushed to intervene, explaining to her grandfather that Charles had already suffered a broken wrist, so now was not the time to break the bones of his other hand. Then, when Charles politely declined three different slices of cake from her grandmother, he knew he was being judged. Even more so when he heard the old lady tell Lyanna that a man with little appetite was a man who would die young. To which Lyanna tried to explain that he was a high-level athlete and had to watch his diet. And then there was Lyanna's famous uncle, a long-time F1 fan who Charles learned was a fan of Red Bull, which the man was quick to point out to Charles.

“I mean, you were lucky in Monza. If Checo and Max had not ended up in the gravel, they would have crushed you. Not sure you would even have gotten the podium.”

Charles tried as best he could to smile.

“In the end, even if winning Monza was a nice feeling, it’s also the day I got this girl… so to be honest, I don’t care about the podium.”

“Lyanna is not a thing to get, young man, she is a woman you have to woo, be respectful towards her.” interjected her grandfather.

“That was a just a figure of speech, grandpa. I promise you, there is no one more respectful than Charles.”

Charles spent the whole afternoon, getting teased from left to right but finally he was able to catch a break when one of Lyanna’s cousin asked him if he wanted to play football with them, which Charles was grateful for. As he was about to stand up to go with them, Lyanna grabbed his arm and whispered in his ears.

“Are you sure you want to make a fool of yourself today?”

“I mean, they are kids, how worst than them can I be?” confidently answered Charles.

The answer was way worse. Charles decided to try to be a goalkeeper to what the kids took a great pleasure to make him jump to catch the ball. Lyanna was observing them with a worried look and when it seemed that Charles was about to pass out from exhaustion, she took in.

“Hey, c’mon guys. I think it’s enough. He needs a break.”

“You’re no fun Lya! We wanted to see how long he could keep up and it’s only been thirty minutes.”

“What thirty minutes?” asked Charles surprised. To him it seemed to have lasted hours.

“Yeah, but it’s getting late and Charles is not used to intense physical activities anymore, so he has to take it easy. Doctor’s words.”

“I’ll show you, intense physical activities when we come back, Lya” whispered Charles to her ear, a little offended.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep. You are too scared of my mom to try something under her roof.” She responded with a wink.

The next day, it was already time for Lyanna and Charles to set off again. Charles was due to meet Andrea the day after tomorrow and Mia had sent a message to see if he could make himself available to discuss something urgent. As for Lyanna, her agent wanted to talk to her about a project she might be interested in. She had tried to find out more but her agent had refused to reply, simply telling her that she was not allowed to tell her more by text message, thereby piquing the young woman's curiosity.

One thing was certain, the young woman reflected as she watched the landscape pass by as Charles drove onto the motorway, the break they had enjoyed with Lyanna's family was over and a busy week lay ahead.

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fandomtherapy44 · 25 days

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Solider Boy x reader

Summary: The year just turning into 1982 Vaught's Payback being the most talked Superhero group especially Vaught's Golden boy. The elusive handsome player Solider boy. Y/n has always wanted to help people with her powers so when Payback starts interviewing, she has to go. Her whole life is about get shaken up not just by how she thought superheroes were supposed to be but by an arrogant self-absorbed but handsome asshole.

Paring: Solider boy x reader/Enemies to lovers

word count: 1,338

Chapters: 1/?

WARININGS: oh, shit here we go again. Major language, Cancer patient, being mean to Y/n.

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AN/ Hey everyone so I've been thinking to make this for a while now. Since I love the Boys so much did, I start watching this show for Jensen maybe did I stay for the others yes. I think Payback is so interesting, so this is like a prequel series. I just love the backstory of Payback I hope we get more in this new season. This first chapter we don't meet Ben, but we will soon ;) Hope you enjoy.

Chapter one: Taking the leap

POV (Y/N)

The year being 1982 I was freshly twenty-eight working at fucking Vought burger I mean I was making money not much but still I just thought I would be somewhere else at this age. I was mopping the floors at one am with the smell of cell killing chemicals and the four-hour crust of kid puke up my nose. The old tv in the corner of the ceiling was a plus though because Vaught central channel would replay old Payback movies. Superheroes were my everything when I was a kid especially when I learned I had the very powers that my hero’s had. But my mom never wanted me to use them.

“Hey Y/n how’s your mom doing?” My friend slash coworker asked me. “Oh well she has a treatment this week but after that I don’t know how I’m going to cover the cost next time.” “I can maybe scrape some money together.” I put my mop down and turned to her. “No no I couldn't ask you to do that you have your own shit to worry about.” “Ok but if there is anything else I can do I will be there.” I smile at her kindness. “I'm counting on it.” Just two more damn hours and I could go home and sleep for three hours and then go to my next job.

“Hey, did you hear about those auditions downtown?” “What auditions?” I asked, not really paying attention trying to get the puke stain out of the tiled floor. “Really you haven't heard that’s surprising of how much you love superheroes, it's the payback auditions.” I nearly slipped on the puke. “What! Are you serious!?” I ran over to her shaking her. “Yes Y/n yes! Now can you stop shaking me? I think my brain is starting to leak.” “Ha yes sorry it’s just that it has literally been my dream since I've learned I have powers.” “So, are you going to go?” That was the question.

The weather today was cold, and it was raining well more like pouring and my broken umbrella was barely holding together. I walked in and said hello to the nurse. Before I walked in the room, I put on the fake smile that I put on every time. “Hey mom.” I went to her bed. “Sweetpea, I didn’t know you were coming today.” She said in a very southern draw one of the many things I loved about her. “I wanted to surprise, especially today.” I looked to the tube in her arm for her treatment.

“So, how’s college?” Right college. “Well, my professor says that he was most impressed by my last paper.” This was all bullshit but if I told her what I was really doing all day she would discharge herself and go home and let God do the work to heal her. Well sadly I couldn't leave it up to God not where she was with her stage. “Now that's my daughter on her way to be on the top and get her dream job.” Dream job now that was a joke.

“Yeah...” I looked at the time and my other job was calling. “Well mom I have to run to class. Do you need anything before I go.” She grabs my hand and stares in my eyes. “I just want to look at my little girl for a minute.” In that minute my heart was racing. “Now sweetie go kick but!” My mother would never curse. She said that if she did that she might as well drink dirt then sweet lemonade.

On my way to work my umbrella fully went down. Luckily there was an awning, and I ran under it. I looked out and it seemed the whole world was working against me. My mother, my job, my lack of a love life but that was the last thing on my mind. The weather was like my life exploding all at once. I just didn’t know what to do. But I think the world heard me and a gust of wind threw up a flyer in my face but not just any flyer.

“Hi there, can you please step forward and state your name,age,height,weight,Sup name.” I don’t think I have ever sweat so much in my life. “Uh Y/n L/n,28,’-,___’ and I don’t know ha.” I looked down nervously. “You're auditioning for a superhero team and you don’t have a name?” The woman looked at me in disbelief. “I-” She holds up her hand to stop me. “You know what I don’t have time to hold your fucking hand like in kindergarten just show us your powers.”

I took that in stride and stood back. I breathed in deeply and used my whole body to push forward and a force came out that crumbled all the practice dummies. I also grabbed the air around me and made a blade. Then I made a shield from that same air. I looked back and everyone looked shocked. The woman from before stacked her papers. “Um thank you we will call you.” I bowed and said thank you.

It had been about a month, and I had heard nothing, so I had lost hope. I was once again cleaning a kid's mess. Parents really need to watch their kids. “Y/n phone call!” My coworker called out and I threw down my rag and dusted off my pants and went to the phone. “Hello” “Hello this Vaught.” My eyes widened and I held my hand over the phone to not hear my escaped squeals. “What are you calling about?” I tried to keep my excitement in.

“Well, the people who are behind payback were very impressed with your audition and would like to invite you to be the newest member of payback.” I did not think twice. “YES!” “I mean yes I would love to.” “Great you will be flown out on the first of next month.” Oh, shit I didn't know it would be that quick. She sensed my quiet. “Will that be a problem?” “No of course not thank you.” She hung up. “Who was that?” My coworker asked. “That was the call telling me that I'm going to be the newest member of Payback.” I said realizing that my whole life changed in five minutes.

It was only the tenth, but I had so much shit to do I had to quit my jobs, stop renting and tell my mom which to be honest I was putting that off. “Hey mom.” “Sweetpea if you keep on surprising me, I'm going to have to start getting pretty for you.” “Mom, you are beautiful everyday no matter what.” “Aww you're just saying that.” “Speaking about our visits, they will have to slow down.” She looked disappointed. “Well, I understand for school.” Here I go. “Mom I'm just going to say it… you're looking at the newest member of Payback.” “Tell me you're joking.” “No mom I’m not.”

“Y/n you can’t it's too dangerous.” “Mom, I swear to you I will train every day be the safest possible.” “No, I won’t allow it.” “Well sorry I'm an adult and I can make my own decisions. And frankly my fast-food jobs are not cutting it for the bills.” “Fast food? What about college?” “I couldn't do both make money and do school.” “So, you've been lying this whole time.” “I’m sorry mom but it was between me, and you and I chose you.” She had hot tears welling up. “But with this job I can pay for everything and more.” “You'll call me every day?” I threw myself in her arms like I was a little girl again. “Everyday.”

I get on the plane, and I sit down. My whole life was about to change. I was going to go from nobody to where I have permission to punch strangers. But I was ready for whatever or whoever will be there.

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Plastic Hearts – Part 1

Pairing: Director!Dean Winchester x Actress!Reader

Series Summary: Los Angeles, 1985. Y/N’s a young actress without any success, hopping from one failed audition to the next until one desperate mistake brings her to her breaking point. Dean Winchester, on the other hand, is a grade A asshole and washed-up director at the end of his career, known for his godawful slasher movies in the 70s and his love for blow, booze, and women. Lost in the toxic Hollywood life, their paths cross when one hopeless little wrestling show changes their trajectory.

Chapter Warnings: +18, GLOW AU, self-worth issues, implied smut (reader x unknown dude 🤷‍♀️), cheating, Sam and Dean are not related in this story (--> check the series masterlist for overall warnings!)

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: Truthfully, I wasn’t gonna share it because it was just a fun, silly project to get over some writer’s block (which I did!). Netflix never gave me an ending to this amazing show, so I wanted to write my own, y’know? But hey, it’s already written, so why not share it with the class, right? As my awesome cheerleader on this project @panicking-outside-the-disco said, the dilaogue screams Dean AU 🖤 (Thank you so much for your encouragement, bestie!) Fellow fans of the show, you’ll be happy to know I kept all the good stuff in there, from Steel Horse to pink, frosted donuts. Everyone else will make sense of those words soon enough. So, hopefully, you’ll enjoy this nostalgic love tribute, and let’s give ourselves a decent ending, shall we? 🤩

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1. Holding Out For A Hero

Another failed audition.

Moving from Nebraska to Los Angeles at the sweet age of eighteen, Y/N has played the Hollywood game for quite some time. Now, at the ripe age of twenty-seven by La-La Land standards, she only has little to show for herself, though. She’s had a few background roles and starred in a handful of low-budget plays, but her big breakthrough, the role that changes everything, still remains a hopeless and seemingly unreachable daydream.

Worst of all, she is sick and tired of the simple and reduced roles Hollywood forces upon its actresses. She wants more than the shitty role of the secretary who tells a powerful man his wife is on the phone. Y/N wants a real part instead of playing second fiddle to yet another pompous dick.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

After her latest failure, she even became so desperate she hid in a bathroom stall for three hours before ambushing her casting director Josie while the poor woman was fucking peeing. But instead of the customary, unexplained rejection, Y/N wanted to hear reasons this time. She wanted to find out why she always gets pushed over for someone else, wanted to know if she could do something better, for crying out loud.

Usually, it’s the agent’s job to tell an actor all the reasons why they were wrong for the role, but she doesn’t even have an agent anymore because, as it bitterly turns out, everyone stops fucking caring about you if you haven’t worked in over two years. For once, though, she wanted some goddamn feedback.

The casting director’s response?

“Look Y/N, every director I work with says, ‘Get me someone I don’t know. Someone I haven’t seen. I want a girl who’s real.’ That’s when I bring you in, so they can see that they don’t actually want the thing they think they want. It’s 1985. Everyone wants Jane fucking Fonda. I’m sorry, honey… But listen, I have some experimental projects in the Valley, if you’re interested. Would you consider doing erotica?”

So, fucking porn. That’s where she’s at with her life.

Defeatedly, Y/N leaves the casting office in West Hollywood once more and gets swallowed by the city’s filth, lost between hellfire and demons. No matter what she does, she never feels like it’s enough. Each audition, you throw yourself against the wall and hope, this time, it’ll stick. It’s an endless game, a gamble of hope – hope isn’t an infinite resource, though, and hers is running out.

Y/N likes getting tortured. That’s the conclusion she’s come to. And because she seems to thrive on torment, she joins her best friend Joanna for a Jazzercise class – aka a room full of toned women in leotards, sweatbands, and leg warmers. The two friends have known each other since middle school and have done everything together since then, including their move to the big city. Joanna is a blonde bombshell who immediately got a role on a popular soap until she quit acting and had a baby a couple of months ago. Now, she’s a housewife and mother in Pasadena while her husband brings home the money.

Y/N loves Joanna, but admittedly, the blonde sometimes makes her feel small and insecure. She doesn’t have the big tits, the perfect curves, or the shiny hair. Jo has always been more successful than her in every aspect of their respective lives, the friendly competition leaving Y/N, more often than not, with a bad aftertaste in her mouth. She constantly tries to keep her envy in check, though, even when the blonde’s boobs exploded during their freshman year of high school. Simply put: Joanna is a sparkling diamond, while Y/N feels like a dirty lump of coal next to her.

The cheer captain versus the theater geek.

“You know, I’d actually do porn if it had a good story. Like, Shakespeare porn,” Y/N half-heartedly jokes as the women change in the locker room after their class.

Jo arches an eyebrow at her, the smile on her lips a bit condescending. “C’mon, Y/N, would you actually do porn, though? You hate being naked in front of people.”

“Things have changed since you disappeared,” Y/N shrugs her shoulders, her voice laced with rebellion, and purposely changes out of her leotard in front of her friend to drive the point home. She also tries not to sound too bitter about the fact that the blonde basically abandoned her after getting married and pushing a human out of her vagina. She knows her jealousy is silly. It’s just part of life. That’s how it goes. It wasn’t always going to be them vs. the world forever.

“I didn’t disappear. I had a baby,” Jo retorts on cue before her face lights up with an insane amount of excitement. “Which you could too! Then we’d both have babies.”

“Great idea,” Y/N snorts sarcastically and slips into her sneakers, playfully musing, “Who of the guys I randomly fuck would make a good baby daddy, huh? The alcoholic I met at the farmer’s market or the depressed stand-up with a heroin addiction?”

Jo sits down on the bench next to her and conspiratorially leans closer. “Can I tell you something that I realized recently?”

Y/N gives her a raised look that borders on amused. “What?”

The blonde has been a bit of a postpartum mess these days. It’s the lack of sleep and the fact that her boobs won’t stop leaking. Also, her kid is a biter.

“When I first was cast on Paradise Bay, I was thrilled, okay? I mean, it was so exciting, remember? And then they put me in that year-long coma, and I was just lying there in this hospital bed, feeling powerless. And then when season three came, and they graduated me to that wheelchair with that blanket–”

“I’m sorry… Is this going somewhere?” Y/N interrupts her because the last thing she needs to hear today is another one of Joanna’s success stories.

“I’m getting there,” Jo frowns and continues straightaway, “Anyways, I was so relieved when Sam asked me to marry him and told me to stop working. He was right. It was completely ridiculous. Why would I do this to myself, you know? I swear to God getting pregnant and written off that show was the best decision I ever made,” she tells her enthusiastically.

Y/N just twitches her shoulders and ignores the guilt that’s bubbling in her gut. “Well, we’re different people. I choose work. I can have a baby once I win an Oscar.”

Jo lets out a deep sigh, “But you’re not even working, Y/N. Don’t you wanna be happy and have a family?”

“Of course I do.” Y/N’s not sure that answer is the whole truth. She knows she’s supposed to want the supportive husband, the cute kids, and the white picket fence, but all those things come with the end of your career. She’s not ready to give up and pay that price yet. She wants to make it on her own first, not needing a hero to save her like some damsel in distress. “‘Sides, don’t I need a boyfriend for starters? Isn’t that how it works?”

“Oh, it’s not that complicated,” Jo huffs and rolls her eyes dismissively. “Just pick the first nice guy with money you find. It’s what I did. I mean, Sam is a complete idiot and so out of my league, but it works,” she shrugs. “Why don’t you come visit me in Pasadena sometimes if you miss me so much? I called you like a million times in the last few weeks.”

“I know,” Y/N groans in response and finishes buttoning her blouse, swallowing the giant lump of shame in her throat. “It’s so far away,” she excuses, even though it’s another white lie. A big one, this time.

Jo tilts her head at her, but Y/N knows the wrinkles on the blonde’s brow are not out of concern. It’s pity. She’s seen that look all her life. “Y/N, are you okay? ‘Cause you look sad and fucking depressing, honestly.”

“Thanks. But I’m fine,” she brushes her friend off with a bitter smile. “Just the usual, you know? I have $28 left to pay my bills, including rent, which is why I’ve been waitressing at that awful diner in Downey all week… Oh, and, uhm, I’ve eaten Honey Nut Cheerios for my last eight meals,” she lists off her miserable life and grabs her duffel bag, feigning the brightest grin, “But hey, I’m gonna do porn. Things are looking up.”

It’s late at night when Y/N returns to her rundown shoebox apartment. Her decorations include one dead plant and two ripped posters of Angela Lansbury and Barbra Streisand, respectively. It’s a sad affair, really.

Completely beat, she checks her fridge, which resembles an empty ice cave, except for that half-full box of cheap wine. Yeah, she can’t even afford to get drunk properly. The old mattress squeaks as she falls face-down on the bed and exhaustively snatches the rotary dial phone from her nightstand, only reaching her parents’ answering machine.

“Hey, Mom. It’s Y/N. I didn’t get the audition today either, but I’ll get another one soon. So, fingers crossed… again. But I was just wondering if you and Dad could maybe wire me some money? You know, just so I can pay my electricity bill and… eat food. I’m really sorry… I know I can’t keep asking you guys for money because I’m a grown-up now… but I swear it’s the last time, okay? And I’m aware I said that the last time, too… Anyways, love you. Call me back, please? Okay, thanks… Bye.”

Slamming the receiver onto the phone, she groans loudly and is close to screaming into her goddamn pillow. When did she become such a pathetic fucking loser?

Needless to say, she imagined her life would go a lot differently.

In the midst of her nervous breakdown, her ears then perk up at a strange noise, eyes darting warily to the window. There’s an audible jam of the lock, followed by the rustling of the yellowed blinds before a large hand pops through the crack.

Shit. Someone’s trying to break in.

Anxiously, she grabs the phone and holds it up like a weapon, her heart thrashing wildly in her ribcage, the sound ringing in her ears. Then, she bravely yells with a shaky voice, “Whoever you are, I have a knife in my hand and already called the cops!”

“Whoa, whoa… Y/N, it’s just me.” A young man’s head pokes through the window, raising his large palms with a chuckle.

Her shoulders slump, the tension of fear replaced with one of annoyance as she sighs half-heartedly in relief, recognizing the intruder. Y/N lowers her makeshift weapon, tossing it on the bed. “Oh my God! What the fuck are you doing here? Why are you climbing through my window? You can’t be here! Climb back out – now!”

“You said the last time that no one can find out about us, so I took that seriously,” he explains as he gaspingly pushes his tall body through the small opening. “Can’t you just be happy to see me, Y/N? It took some effort to come here and climb through that window, you know?” A charming laugh bounces off the thin, bare walls once he’s made it into her apartment and towers over her.

Y/N folds her arms over her chest and cocks an eyebrow, “You want credit for cheating on your wife?”

He sighs and rolls his eyes back a little, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Can we please not call it that?”

“What would you like me to call it? You’re married to someone and had sex with me,” she counters sternly. She absolutely doesn’t want him here. That man is only trouble and part of the reason why her life is so fucking shitty these days.

“Look, this isn’t normal behavior for me,” he shrugs innocently as if the madness can’t be helped and adds the softest puppy dog look. “I just-, I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“So?! It was a huge fucking mistake!” There’s a sharp inhale of breath as she tries to gulp down the anger, guilt, and shame inside of her. “It happened weeks ago! You shouldn’t be here… It was a party. The drinks were free… I-I was feeling sorry for myself, and you took advantage of that.”

Quietly clearing his throat, he mumbles under his breath, “I think we both took advantage of that.” As he meets her gaze, his whiskey-colored orbs mirror the same guilt she feels.

Y/N places her hands on her hips with a deep exhale, her head bobbing as the words sink in and her head begins to spin. She knows he’s right. They’re both equally to blame, but it doesn’t change anything about her regrets. “Please leave. Go home to your family,” she begs him softly, too soft, not enough strength left to fight.

“You can’t just pull the plug on this. You and me. This is real,” he tells her, his hazel eyes boring into hers. “I think you’re the one, Y/N.”

“No, I’m not,” she stresses with a heavy shake of her head, fighting against the tears that prick her eyes and cloud her mind. “I’m nothing special.”

Pensively, he nods and licks his lips, a humorless chuckle escaping between them as he rubs his mouth and ponders, “I keep thinking about what you said to me that night… You know, how there are shiny people who have everything? And then there are people like us who have to go to parties with those people and watch them get their pictures taken. And it’s not fair... ‘Cause we deserve good things, too. We deserve attention and love and… sex.”

Silently staring at him for what feels like an eternity, her mind races a mile a minute as her heart shatters into a thousand sharp daggers that pierce through her skin and leave deep scars in their wake. And then, Y/N foolishly crashes her lips against his just to stop the goddamn pain in her chest.

What is there to say that even justifies any of this? She’s fucking weak.

The harsh sunbeams that fall on her face and blind her eyes announce another dreadful morning as she wakes with a pessimistic groan. The bed is cold and empty; the married guy is long gone, leaving right after the fuck.

Y/N is alone again – with nowhere to go.

Why did she do what she did? In all honesty, she can’t quite understand it herself, the truth too cruel and pathetic to accept it. The only positive thing she can find about her situation is that at least she can’t sink any lower than rock bottom. She’s certain she’s reached the depths of Hell at this point. Los Angeles mistakenly gets called the city of angels. Truthfully, though, it’s filled with devils who lure you to the dark side until you can’t even look in the mirror anymore without seeing a white line instead of your own goddamn reflection.

The funny thing, though? She’s never even been into drugs or booze or whatever bad habit you can catch in this city, like an STD. She has always worked her ass off and walked the straight and narrow. And for fucking what?

Y/N is definitely at her lowest of lows, but that also means there’s nowhere to go but up, right? And when the red light on her answering machine keeps blinking, her hope and good spirit return as she eagerly presses the button, restarting the endless cycle once more.

“Y/N, this is Josie. I have an audition for you tomorrow. I’m not running it, but I thought of you. It’s in Watts. And it’s not porn... They’re looking for unconventional women, whatever the fuck that means… Oh, and uhm, if you ever ambush me in the restroom again, I’ll make sure you’re gonna be blacklisted on every casting call in Los Angeles. Are we clear? Anyways, good luck, honey!”

A loud scream echoes through the tiny apartment. Y/N can’t believe her fucking ears and jumps excitedly up and down when Josie’s message ends, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks.

The game is back on – and it’s not fucking porn.

2. Livin’ On A Prayer

Yikes! I think it’s fairly easy to guess who this mystery guy is, but let me know all your suspicions and gasps, anyways! 😉 And don’t worry. You’re getting plenty of Dean tomorrow (some would say too much Dean) 😎😈

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okay im sorry but did you seriously just say "'dont let your disability stop you' only applies to things like becoming a master artist!!!" what. in what world is becoming a fucking master artist easier to do than walking. in what world is that not something that a disability can prevent. what kind of fucking logic are you even operating on. lol. lmao

okay you have waaaaaay misinterpreted my words on quite an old post but i do remember the post in question so on the miniscule chance you're asking in good faith let's clarify what i meant

as a disabled person, and an artist, of course your disability can prevent you from going about things in a conventional way. there are some people who will never be able to hold a paintbrush, for example. hell, i consider myself quite lucky that im able to get close to conventional art methods, but i still have to reckon with my dyspraxia, which means im never gonna make a speed paint bc people don't need to know it takes me three times as long just to make a smooth line, or my fibromyalgia, which means i can't sit upright in a chair for more than about two hours without needing to lie down and/or causing me serious pain

but the distinction i was trying to make is that becoming a master artist is not a physical skill. art is inherent to all human beings, and we work with what we've got. frida kahlo painted from her bed. people who are lacking limbs have made art with their feet or their mouths, people lacking motor skills have made art from typewriters, or computers, or made paintings that took advantage of their disabilities rather than being weakened by them

if your dream in life is to become an artist, then you will find a way. and i know it can be despairing, because i'm an actor, it's the only thing in the world i feel like i was born to do. and when i got the fibromyalgia (and was also diagnosed with endometriosis around the same time), i thought i'd never get to where i am because i didn't think i'd have the energy for the kind of rehearsal schedule and flat out show week a show demands. hell i quit my first agency when i was 19 because i couldn't handle the audition notices knowing i wouldn't be able to manage the job if i got it. but i adapted. and i found things that work for me. and i did an entire theatre degree followed by a successful fringe season, and while i may not move as quickly as others in this field, im going to keep going, and i'm going to do more

that is what the phrase "don't let your disability stop you" should be used for. for when you know in your heart that this is the only thing you were put on this world to do, but you feel like it's impossible because you can't do it the way other people do it. what you've got to learn for yourself is that it doesn't matter how other people do it. do it how you can do it. because if this is what you were meant to do, you might as well try

however, what i was criticising when i said that, is that abled people have got a hold of that phrase, and are using it to deny peoples disabilities. if someone can't walk, saying "don't let your disability stop you" is not going to magically make them walk, it's just going to make them feel bad about letting their disability stop them. which is stupid, because disabilities do stop you, that's why they're called disabilities. and pretending they don't exist just hurts disabled people. in either situation, i'm encouraging people to work with what they've got, rather than trying to force what doesn't work to work, which is how one learns to live in this world with a disability (or several)

abled people don't want us to work with what we've got, they want us to do it how they do it, even if it causes us serious pain or injury, or even if we're straight up physically unable to do the thing they want us to do. and those are situations in which i want abled people to shut the fuck up, and in which i want disabled people to know it's okay to go at their own pace, and to do it in a way that doesn't hurt, even if it seems bizarre and backwards to the people around them

also for some people art is easier than walking. we all live in a world governed by our own limits, and trying to fit a cookie cutter mold helps no one

#disability #ask

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Radio Deejay: transcript

RD: If he [other host] had been a singer/songwriter, he would love to performer this song, Hey There Delilah, it's a very special song for you, no?

Louis: Yeah, it's a very special song for me, it's the song I auditioned with, actually, yeah.

RD: How old were you when you performed this song for the the first time?

Louis: I was 18 years old, bare in mind I had NO experience at that stage, I had performed to about 200 people before that, and it was about 3.000 in the [XF] room. I was terrified!

RD: Was there a Delilah in your life?

Louis: I... I am sure there was, back then, yeah, yeah... Yeah... Definitely

RD: [Hey There Delilah] Is still the closing song of the show? [translator got a bit confused]

Louis: Not every show, I know, I know it was the last show, to be fair [oh so he knows], eh, but not every show. Hm, just--

RD: His daughter was at the show and she said that when the final song got played there were at least 5 thousand girls singing and holding han--

Louis: oHHH I SAW THAT! Yeah, I saw that!

RD: He [host] lives right in front of the venue--

Louis: Ohhh, amazing! [laughs] Apologies, apologies!

RD: How does it feel, eh, girls camped for three days, this is a new thing, usually people get there very early in the morning, but now it's like basically living in front of the venue for three days and three nights. How's that feel?

Louis: Yeah, honestly, I'm so... I am so blessed with the fan base... They, every single show I've had this year it's been absolute incredible, to be fair, but to finish on a gig the size that Milan was, honestly, for the first half of the set, I was just looking out, tryina take everything in. It was amazing.

RD: Your music could potentially be appreciated by anyone, but the fact that these are all screaming girls, does that make you feel afraid somehow? Or makes you feel weird sometimes?

Louis: I'm not gonna lie, I'm used to it, that's always been the way ever since I've been in the band, to be fair. So, I'm used to it, man and I love it.

RD: Have you seen... Of course you have, documentaries about the Beatles Mania

Louis: Did you watch Get Back? That was amaaaazing! AmAAAzing! Love that, love that! Yeah!

RD: How do you feel looking at this hm movie?

Louis: I think I maybe watched with slightly different eyes, because obviously I can relate in my own way, obviously being part of a band kinda of, you know, watching their... their rise up, but for me, as a songwriter, that's where, that's where I was just fascinated! Just to watch those magicians at work, and it was really, really, interesting.

RD: If you could, what would you steal from The Beatles?

Louis: The lyrics! [laughs]

RD: Is it easier to make music or lyrics?

Louis: Personally, for me, is always been easier to write the lyric than melody and music, but I think that's it's like each to their own.

RD: How long have you been away from home?

Louis: We started the tour in February and I've had little gaps in between where I managed to go back to the UK or back to LA [stunt mention]. But it's been a long year on the road, to be fair. A great year, but a long year on the road.

RD: The fans are asking when the next tour begin?

Louis: No, no, listen, I love being on the road, man. I've been working towards this moment for a long time. Some point next year.

RD: What's the feeling after the last show was finished? Was it a relief or like ahh the tour is over?

Louis: There was an element of relief because there was a lot of pressure that night, coz I was doing my new single, so it was in me head a little bit. But actually, when I woke up the next morning, on the Sunday after the show, I was gutted man, I was gutted that it was over. It's been such a great year for me, man.

RD: This was fucking great!

Louis: There you go lad, there you go! You got it down!

RD: Is Bigger Than Me about what's happening to you right now?

Louis: [voice cracks] Yeah, yeah, very much so. Fucking hell, me voice cracked there [laughs]. Yeah, Yeah, very much so, very much so. Do you know what? I actually don't wanna give too much away about what the songs are about this time, I did that on the first record, and it leaves no room for imagination so actually, for me I'd rather people draw in their own conclusions or relate to it how they want, really.

RD: Are you a fan and also a friend of the Gallagher brothers?

Louis: I wouldn't say a friend... A fan, yeah. Yeah, a fan. I mean, I like them, obviously, don't know them personally, not really.

RD: What's the best thing about their music? Individually and as a group.

Louis: I'd say, I mean, I never got to experience as a band, I've seen them both individually, but actually I mean, seeing Oasis live at the height of their power must have been unbelievable.

RD: Would 1D behaved differently, more like Oasis, if you all could?

Louis: There wasn't so much of that but also because we the youngest of us was 16 and I was the old, and I was 18, really young into it. We were really relying on people around, to a certain degree but we weren't told "do this, do that" but we got up to what we needed to, behind close doors. Do you know what I mean? :>

RD: You were probably similar to The Beatles because they were also super young and they also had a father figure, almost

Louis: Not gonna lie, that was challenging at first, being this, you know, the whole thing of being a role model especially to that younger fanbase at times, that is challenging, specially when you are 18/19/20, growing up in the industry, yeah, there are definitely times when that side was definitely challenging.

RD: Everythings great now [...] Do you ever feel like you skipped a part of your youth?

Louis: There is a little bit of an element of that. I wouldn't have it any other way. It’s not as if i would swap for a different life, I absolutely loved my time in the band and being that age and going through that with other like-minded people. The thing that I’m most gutted that I missed out on is university. I think I would have loved to have gone to university — and not for the education, only for the social!

RD: Maybe you also missed playing football? You'd played more football?

Louis: Yeah, yeah, definitely. You know what, Niall, out the band, was a decent player. Other than Niall, there's not another good footballer in the band. So it always made me look really good!

RD: What about Doncaster?

Louis: Doncaster? Yeah, my local team, EH, we're not in the best place we've ever been. We're the lowest division we've been for a long time, but you just gotta keep the hopes up as a football fan.

RD: Have they [Donny Rovers] ever been in a Premiere League?

Louis: NOOOO, NOOOOO, nooo... :( Noo, man

RD: Talking about Faith, that's the title of your new album...

Louis: yeah, Faith in the Future, I've done it a little bit different this time around, I had the album title before I had written any of the songs and it was long before C*v*d as well, and it was just a phrase that always spoke to me and then C*v*d happened and it just felt kinda appropriated, almost felt like the title had decided itself.

RD: Randomly, you and Harry are in Italy at the same time, did you exchange, maybe, I don't know, a text or

Louis: I didn't actually know that to be fair, I mean, I think both of us are really, really, busy at the moment specially this week for me, with the Bigger Than Me release week, I actually didn't know. Normally, I'm kinda of across with what everyone's doing but nah, I didn't know that, to be fair.

RD: Thank you, it's been a pleasure.

Louis: No, thank you, thank you

RD: See you in Doncaster or whenever Doncaster comes to play San Siro

Louis: We might be waiting a long time.

#FINALLY finished this #sorry i couldnt do it earlier #radiodeejay22 #louis tomlinson #060922

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Phantom Airship - Epilogue 2

Location: ES Meeting Room Characters: Hiiro, Aira, Mayoi & Tatsumi

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ< The next day. After the battle on the “Phantom Airship”. >

Mayoi: ………… *Glances around*

…N–No one is here yet. Did I remember the wrong meeting place? No, right?

Uuu. Perhaps it’s because I didn’t give a proper response regarding the audition, so they’ve grown sick and tired of me now…!

If that’s true, then I must have caused a lot of trouble to them all…

Aira: Oh, geez. Where did the courage you showed during the “Phantom Airship” go, Mayo-san?

Hiiro: You were able to confidently perform on the airship, so I don’t think there’s a need to feel your abilities are inferior at all.

You have many good qualities, Mayoi-senpai.

Aira: Yeah. Hiro-kun’s honest to a fault and he’s saying that, so have more confidence, Mayo-san.

Mayoi: B-But this is the real world – not a video game!

The others are real humans too. Naturally, there’s a possibility of me causing them disappointment…

Tatsumi: That’s exactly why we’ve come to provide support. Your worries are also our worries, Mayoi-san – please feel free to rely on us more.

Mayoi: T–Thank you… As expected of you, Tatsumi-san – I feel reassured just knowing you’re here with me. What did you eat to turn out like that?

Tatsumi: Well… I do enjoy ready-made food but I have a feeling that isn’t really related to any of this.

Aira: That’s surprising, Tattsun-senpai~ I’ve seen you have it pretty often, but do you like eating them a lot?

You’re part of “Gardenia” so I thought you liked vegetables most.

Tatsumi: Ahaha… I’m human too so there are times where I’d like to treat myself.

In any case, I understand Mayoi-san is feeling rather anxious, but Anzu-san isn’t someone unreasonable. I’m sure she must be having her hands full at the moment.

Mayoi: I-I hope that’s the case…

Hiiro: Oh, I can hear footsteps down the hall. They’re quite fast so Anzu-san must be running.

Mayoi-senpai. You should prepare yourself mentally now.

Mayoi: P–Prepare myself!? But I’m still not ready.,,!

Aira: Deep breaths, Mayo-san!

Mayoi: A-All right!

*Inhales, exhales…*

Anzu-san, hello.

I-I’m sorry for calling you to meet all the way here…!

Yes, that’s right. Anzu-san, we haven’t brought a close to our previous meeting, haven’t we?

Not at all, you say…? I-I’m happy to hear you say that.

Yes. It’s regarding the audition we discussed previously.

Actually, I’ve been thinking of accepting.

“Switch” provided a lot of encouragement – enough to make me think that I can change the world as long as I take one step forwards.

This may be presumptuous of me, but I began to believe in those words, so I’d like to try out for the audition.

You’ll give me your full support…? T–Thank you so much!

Thank you for coming today despite your busy schedule, Anzu-san!

………♪

Aira: Ehehe ♪ I’m happy for you, Mayo-san!

Hiiro: Indeed. We’ll be supporting you too, Mayoi-senpai.

Tatsumi: Now that it’s been decided you’ll be participating in the audition, let’s hold a good-luck party for Mayoi-san ♪

Mayoi: What? A good-luck party!?

Tatsumi: That’s right. It’s actually something the three of us decided to do if you were to accept the audition.

Hiiro: Indeed. And if you pass the audition, we’ll hold a congratulatory party or cheer-up party if you didn’t pass.

Mayoi: W-When did you all come up with this…? Umm, I’m happy with the idea but you don’t need to do such a thing for me, you know…?

Aira: You’re still saying that? We worked so hard for “SS” and the “Phantom Airship”, so you should have more courage.

Hiiro: You’re an important member of “ALKALOID”, so we’re all supporting you on your new challenge, Mayoi-senpai.

So this is a favour from us – We hope you can allow us to support you this way.

Mayoi: Everyone…

Thank you so much. I will wholeheartedly accept, then ♪

(...Ahh, who knew the world was so warm and kind?)

(Perhaps even a small step has the ability to change something.)

(I don’t have enough words of appreciation for the people around me who made me realise that.)

(It’s unknown how my audition will turn out, but I should start believing in myself first.)

(And if my members of “ALKALOID” or the others around me feel down or lose their confidence…) (Although I may not have much ability, I hope they’ll allow me to support them then…♪)

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Lesley Manville Variety Interview

Lesley Manville as Princess Margaret in The Crown Season 5. Original photo: Keith Bernstein/Netflix

How were you cast? Did you audition or did the producers approach you?

Peter [Morgan] did approach my agent, and I went and met him at his home. And that was it. Job done. Deal done. I didn’t hesitate in saying yes, I wanted to do it. I was quite surprised, actually … I didn’t really see myself as a Margaret, which is interesting. So I was kind of taken aback and flattered. But yeah, it was very simple. Cup of tea with Peter, that’s it. I play lots of working-class women and so therefore, that is in no way, as it were, a visual audition for playing Princess Margaret. So I think it was offered to me in the knowledge that I would do my thing, and that it would come out all right. And that my working-class roots would be squashed!

How much did you look at what your predecessors had done with your characters in the previous seasons?

I can’t tell you how much I enjoyed watching both those actresses, Vanessa [Kirby, from Seasons 1 and 2] and Helena [Bonham Carter], play Margaret, because boy, oh, boy, they were phenomenally good. And I would love to talk to them, I think, once it’s all done, once we’ve shot everything, I would absolutely love to go out with those two and have dinner and talk about our three Margarets, because they are three Margarets — it’s not three actresses trying to be the same Margaret. But there’s no point in me copying what they did. It wouldn’t be useful, or indeed, the job description. I’m cast to give Lesley Manville’s version of Princess Margaret. And so that’s what I’ve done. But I take my hat off to both of them. They were phenomenal.

How did you prepare for the role? Lesley, Helena Bonham Carter said she spoke to people who knew Margaret — did you go down the same route?

Helena is related somewhere down the line, I think the Bonham Carters were cousins or something like that [Bonham Carter’s uncle once dated Margaret]. So no, I don’t have quite such a pedigree, unfortunately. But I did know people [who knew her], because Margaret was very interested in the arts, she went to the theatre a lot, she was a patron of the Royal Ballet, she moved in those circles so I do know people who met her and of course, they’ve all told me their experiences and their stories of her. And she seemed to me like somebody — from listening to them — that was very candid, she wouldn’t hold back on her thoughts and feelings about productions or individuals’ performances, she was incredibly outspoken, but she was also a great deal of fun. So my research was primarily looking at her, looking at footage, reading the books and the wealth of stuff, but you can’t be too religious about that. You have to do it and it’s enjoyable to do it but you kind of have to let it sink in, do its job and then my job takes over, which is the acting.

Lesley, in addition to the immediate royal family, Margaret’s children are also still alive. Did knowing that they might watch it inhibit you in any way?

No, it actually doesn’t inhibit me at all. But I think that we’re very sensitive to the royal family. I can see nothing on the page or what we’ve done that would be — I’m sure Margaret’s children know that their mum liked to have a nice time, she liked to party, she liked to sing and mess around. I’m representing her hopefully sensitively and truthfully, underneath the umbrella of it being a drama, let’s not forget.

*The cast interview was published by Variety on Oct 27, 2022. Read the article here. The Crown season 5 premiere Nov 9! ♚

#lesley manville #the crown netflix #the crown #the crown season 5 #the crown cast #princess margaret #the crown spoilers #actress #acting #helena bonham carter #vanessa kirby #thecrownnet #the crown network #netflix

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Phantom Moth AU: A Mario and Rabbids Supernatural Adventure!

Hello. As I'm slowly getting back into writing, my hyperfixated brain has decided to focus on Mario and Rabbids content. Specifically Tom Phan/The Phantom. I knew of him years ago and how my mutuals and dash would bring him up. For Me, Phantom (while minor in comparison to my regular faves) definitely falls into the platonic self-indulgent bestie with benefits. He's the type of character my self insert would be friends with but can understand the appeal and will swoon if he tries anything.

I decided to create an AU for him since I seen a lot of creative AU's on my dash and I wanted to create something for future stories. I ran this by with @hostess-of-horror and I'm kind of surprised what I made up so far. Without further ado, here is the Phantom Moth AU.

How it is going to be made up: it will be on Archive of Our Own and cross-posted on here. While one-shots and the like will be a Reader fic, a multichapter fic would feature an OC as the MC. Couldn't decide between the two, so I did both.

More about the AU under the cut:

Content includes giant monsters, voice/sound powers, people/rabbids getting eaten, secret identities, betrayal, curses, transformations, possible slow burn, hypnotism/siren, bats, and much more!

This has been said to be like a blend of Hunger Games, Beauty and the Beast, and Shrek.

MC (reader/OC) is a gender-neutral small-time performer living in the city. In the world they live in, it is modern like our world in the daytime, but at night, giant monsters are said to roam under the ground or in the shadows.

While MC is not popular per se, they are talked about and they do have a small fanbase. They sing, dance, and even write when they get a chance.

They also have a rabbid oc companion named Otieno (He/Him) who serves as their bodyguard/advisor/agent.

One day, there's a rumor going around about a mysterious idol and performer named Tom Phan who is holding a contest for anyone (human, rabbid, or inbetween) to go on a date with him/perform with him and become a star. MC agrees to go to get the experience, try their shot, and meet new people.

The contestants (once going to a mysterious underground location) sign a contract and each performer goes to their own room, each having a wall in which only one side can see the other.

There are three rounds to the contest: Interview, Audition, and Performance. The first one is a voice (Tom Phan) asking questions and after doing so, the semi=finalists are chosen. The second involves a solo audition in private. Then the last round has the finalists coming out of their rooms and performing a song chosen by the group. Only then will Tom Phan choose his partner.

Two things make this contest complicated. One having to do with the MC. In their past, a jealous rival/bully had cursed them with dark magic, claiming that whatever would make their heart beat rapidly in a romantic sense, that will be the form they take for a limited time. For example, if MC saw a werewolf as a crush, they would either sprout ears and a tail or become half wolf depending on the intensity of the crush. For the most part, MC's curse does not activate as much if at all. When it does, the MC either does not notice or the effect lasts a few days or a week at best.

The second thing lies with Tom Phan. Thomas was once alive with dreams of being a star. However, upon his death, he became The Phantom, a giant ghost Rabbid/Bat with the power of voice and sound at his command and hankering for both love and prey.

Put those two things together and you get this: MC hears a soft yet smooth voice conversing with them and they get interested in getting to know him better. In reality, Tom Phan is going through each contestant's room like a giant cubby hole and using control on his volume. For the first round, he closed his eyes to judge on voice and answers alone. The second part, he did open his eyes and saw each solo audition. Up to this point, MC has not seen Tom Phan and thinks he's either a human or a rabbid.

Lo and behold, the finale begins, the wall opens up, the performers come out. Instead of anything else greeting them, MC sees a giant head with large ears and fangs to match. MC has a thing for giant monsters. Upon seeing Phantom, their body splits in two. The human body falls back asleep while the other part become half ghost.

Although the show must go on, MC freaks out not only because of their crush being a giant ghost bat monster who could devour them if he wants to, but that they are HALF-DEAD.

Meanwhile, the Phantom, seeing the MC that he had high hopes for suddenly becoming part ghost, gets excited, choosing MC as his partner.

The rest of the AU is somewhat of a slow-burn story with the MC coming to terms with the development, using their newfound powers to become a hero, and dealing with the side effects when bonding with a giant monster.

On Phantom's side of things, he not only has to decide whether to keep things as they are with MC or make it so they become a complete ghost monster and they will never leave him.

Monster stuff, monster fighting, sound-based powers, comedy, past histories, and consuming others are blended together to make this AU.

The reason for the name of the AU is because of the ghosts being the subject and MC's main monster form is part butterfly/moth in the beginning.

I'll do more specific information in a separate post. In the meantime, if anyone has any questions, feel free to ask! Thank you.

#mario and rabbids #alternate universe #mario and rabbids spark of hope #rabbid #phantom of the bwahpera #Tom Phan #Rabbid OC #OC #reader insert #OC: Otieno the Rabbid #giant #g/t #monster #bat #ghost #Phantom Moth AU #just a self indulgent AU I came up with #hoping to write when I get the chance

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EW spoke with Alwyn about making the show during the pandemic, working with costar Alison Oliver, and bringing Nick to life.

ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY: Were you aware of this book before you took this role?

JOE ALWYN: I was aware of the book. I'd read it when it came out. And I'd read Normal People too. I was a big fan of [Sally Rooney's] writing and just thought she was and is brilliant. And then when I saw Normal People, which I really loved, I remember thinking, "I would love to be a part of a show like this." And when Conversations With Friends came around, it was just one of those lovely special jobs where you get to work with the writer you love and the filmmaker [Lenny Abrahamson] you love. I felt very lucky to be part of that world.

When a character has so little dialogue, does that make your job harder? What was the experience like of getting into Nick's headspace?

Yeah, he's definitely one of the quieter characters [I've played]. He's a bit like Frances, I think. He struggles with expressing himself and saying how he's feeling, let alone maybe even knowing how he's feeling. But I like that about the characters that [Rooney] writes, that as much of it is about what's unsaid as is what's said. Particularly at the beginning, he's very aloof and hard to read. When you meet him, he's at a place of recovery and he's been through a bit of a storm, but we don't know that until a while later. And so what can seem quite distant or what can seem withholding, I think is really, he's just holding on, he's quite fragile. And for Bobbi, that's just him being boring. And for Frances, it's both frustrating because she doesn't know what this guy feels or wants, but it's also fascinating because she can sense something else going on. They're both quite similar characters in some ways. They're both used to being next to quite outspoken people. And so it's interesting when they are left alone together, they provide a space for the other one to grow and heal and, for him, to come back to life a bit, find a bit of happiness again. I really enjoyed playing him.

I also like that he could've been this super charismatic, over-the-top charming Hollywood actor, and instead, he's just a guy going through some stuff.

Yeah, totally. No, he doesn't come in and do a song and dance. But I think that's quite accurate. I think lots of actors or people in that industry are maybe more on the introverted side. It felt real.

So when you got the role, did you sit down with Sally and really talk about who this guy is? What was that process like?

I didn't really speak to Sally. We had a couple of emails, but more just me thanking her for giving me a thumbs up with the casting. I spoke to [director] Lenny [Abrahamson] a lot. He was very collaborative from the beginning. We had a few months because filming kept pushing back because of the pandemic and he really was in constant communication. Me, him, and Alison would be on Zooms reading through some of the scenes or just talking generally about ideas and where the characters are, where the characters need to go. And so it was nice to feel embedded in it from the beginning. And then also there was the book, which was a great thing to go back to if you ever felt a bit lost.

Did you and Alison do any type of chemistry read?

We actually didn't. She auditioned separately and I did some tapes and then I think we were cast around the same time. We started speaking pretty soon after that. But because it was lockdown, we were all stuck on the old Zoom. So it wasn't until a few months later that I met her for the first time and I met Lenny for the first time in Belfast. The three of us spent a few nights in a hotel there in the middle of lockdown and just chatted through episode by episode. But we mainly just got to know each other a bit, which was nice.

Because Normal People was such a success, did you feel any sense of pressure about being part of the next great Sally Rooney adaptation? Could you even let yourself think about that?

I tried not to think about it in that way. I mean, of course, I suppose there's pressure because lots of people will be watching it with Normal People in their mind and that was really loved. I loved it as well. Lenny talks about Conversations With Friends like it's a cousin of Normal People. I think that there are definitely themes that are the same. Internally and aesthetically, they belong in the same world. But I do think this is very much its own story and its own thing. It doesn't feel like it's trying to be Normal People: Part Two, which is a good thing. And it couldn't be because it's a completely different book. So I think that separation gives it a nice breathing space, which helps.

What do you feel like is ultimately the message of this show, of this story?

I think it's a few things. It's a coming-of-age story for Frances. It really is her story. And I think within that, it's a very modern love story in some ways. It's essentially asking: Can you love more than one person? And it's asking how we are able to, or are we able to find happiness and love and intimacy outside of the constructs that we've created for ourselves of friendships, families, marriages, whatever? Can we love in more ways than just that? And if we can, where does that leave these constructs? And is there a way to make that work? So I guess it's a modern coming-of-age love story about, can you love more than one person?

One of the beauties of television is the length with which you get to live with a character. This is, for you, the longest you've ever lived with a single character, right?

Yeah. It was a five-month shoot, so that's by a mile that's longer than anything I've been on, which is nice. It's nice to have that length, A, knowing what you're working on, and B, spending time with the same group of people and the same character and having space for that. And I think the 12-episode, half-hour format really works in Sally Rooney world. You're often just spending time with people in a room and it's quite quiet in that way. There aren't huge cliffhangers. And for whatever reason, it fits well in that little pocket of time. So it seems like a nice format for it.

What's your takeaway from spending that much time with Nick? How does it differ from, say, making a movie?

Obviously, you hopefully feel invested in everything, but it's a different feeling being a part of something that you pop into maybe just for three weeks or two weeks or even a week, as opposed to actually sitting in something for that length of time and feeling really grounded and embedded in it. It's really lovely and a luxury. The bonds that you form with people making it is really special. I really liked that we had a solid chunk of time on it.

This interview has been edited and condensed for length and clarity.

Conversations With Friends is out now on Hulu.

#joe alwyn #conversations with friends #interview

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Won't You Shine With Me (Oh Distant Star Of Mine)- Hekster, Kam, Marelliana, Fedex

Act 1 (here). Act 2. Act 3. Act 4. Act 5. Act 6.

Or read on ao3 here!

Word count: 3.6k words

Okay so! A few weeks ago I watched an anime called Revue Starlight, which is basically a magical girl anime about theatre lesbians swordfighting each other with lots of feels. Me, having feels decided I needed to make an au for kotlc

No knowledge of the anime needed at all! I highly recommend (so good!!!) watching it on general though, it's only 12 episodes, and there's extra stuff i don't even deal with in here

I... know very little of theatre, which is a huge part of this fic, so pls disregard/correct things that don't make sense. (Also pls pretend they're all the same age so they can be in the same class)

There's lyrics! Written "with italics and quotation marks"! "Bold" means that everyone involved is singing, and "outside bracket (inside)" means one party sings the part outside, while the other sings the inside. Lyrics written by me except there's no actual song so they're just mildly incohesive lines but i worked hard!

Warnings: censored swearing

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ACT 1

SCENE 1

Keeper Of The Lost Cities. A play about a Telepath and an Empath. The Telepath's arrival in the Lost Cities was a harbinger for struggle and change. Various threats tried to demolish the system that the people lived by—though it wasn't like the system was necessarily as good as the people had believed it to be.

So the Telepath and the Empath ventured to the Point of Purity so they could seek out the best way to save their world. They'd already had the power of sunlight and moonlight, all they needed now was the light of the stars. Once the star and its light was obtained, they would have the power and wisdom required to make their choice.

The Empath turned to the Telepath with a relieved smile, relieved that they had both made it here. However, instead of feeling relief from the Telepath, the Empath could only sense dread.

Before the Empath could voice out those concerns, the Telepath pushed the Empath off the platform they were both standing on.

No one ever saw the Telepath again, nor what the Telepath had done with the light of the stars.

SCENE 2

Keeper of the Lost Cities again? Stina thought.

"Each year, the classes perform two plays. One of them is an original that the playwrights will create, and the other is the play that you've performed last year. By performing it each year in your high school years, you'll all be able to see just how much you've improved."

Mr. Forkle droned on and on about what was going to happen, how the playwrights had already started on their revised script and the auditions for Keeper of the List Cities would start soon.

It wasn't like they'd never done this before. As Mr. Forkle himself had said, they'd performed it last year.

Stina knew that she should pay more attention, that she should care more, she had every reason to care, but honestly, she was having second thoughts about whether coming to Foxfire Music Academy was even worth it.

Was it worth trying to build her entire future based on what she'd decided ten years ago, when she was five years old? What did five year old Stina even know? She was too naive, clung too easily to false promises.

"It's time for practice," Linh said quietly, gently easing Stina from her thoughts.

The class went to have their warm-up stretches before there was any actual dance practice.

"Hey Wonderboy, help me out," Dex said, and Fitz quipped a reply before holding Dex's leg to tilt it upward, while Dex wrapped his arms around Fitz to stay balanced.

Neither of them looked like they enjoyed it, but this usually happened every day.

"Hey, go lower," Biana told Marella.

"Alright, alright," Marella said, bending down even further.

"On three," Tam said to Keefe. "One, two, three."

The two of them started squatting down to a chair pose, arms linked and their backs touching for balance.

"Hey, easy, Bangs Boy!"

"If you couldn't even do that, I'll get the lead role for sure."

With stretches finished, Mr. Forkle had them each take turns practicing some of the dance moves. Those who weren't dancing were singing.

Fitz and Biana went first, completely in sync with each other, because of course, those two Vacker siblings were the best at everything. Dex and Marella were the next duo, not as in sync but they made up for it in flair, incorporating more advanced movements to make themselves look better.

Show-offs, Stina thought.

It wasn't really about them being skilled. They were just upset about how bright the Vacker siblings shined, and they both wanted to prove that they were just as good, if not better. She wasn't sure if it was even worth the effort. Probably not.

Stina went through her own movements on autopilot, and she could tell when Tam dipped her that he wasn't really impressed. Whatever. It wasn't like she was doing this for him.

SCENE 3

"Today, we have a new student who has transferred here," Mr. Forkle said.

Stina, who had only been half paying attention sat up straight. A new student? That was odd.

A short student walked into the classroom. The student was pale with golden-flecked brown eyes and blonde hair was adorned with a clip of a moonlark. Stina's own alicorn hair clip that she used to keep her hair out of her face felt heavy on her head.

"Hi," the student began, "I'm—"

"Sophie Foster."

The student froze at the interruption, and it was only when everyone turned towards Stina with inquisitive stares that she realized that the voice had come out of her own mouth.

Sophie stared at her with wide eyes, looking just as shocked as Stina felt. This couldn't be real, how could Sophie be here in her school? Something like that wasn't possible, because she was supposed to be in an entirely different continent.

"Do you know Sophie, Stina?" Mr. Forkle asked.

"I knew her," she replied, looking at a wall.

The temptation to stare at Sophie was strong, but she also knew that if she did, she wouldn't stop staring, her eyes would seek out all the ways Sophie had changed and the ways that Sophie had stayed the same after so long.

(She couldn't bring herself to look at Sophie and have hope.)

"That's good news. The desk in front of you is empty, and it would be good for Sophie to be able to sit with someone that she is familiar with."

Stina could hardly process those words until her sight was flooded with blonde hair.

This couldn't be real. She probably fell asleep in class again and was now dreaming of Sophie Foster.

Stina pinched herself. Sophie Foster was in Foxfire, was really sitting in front of her.

Mr. Forkle's words as he explained what was going on went in one ear and right out of the other, her body moving on autopilot to the dance room. Her brain felt like a train had run into it.

When Sophie was asked to show what she was capable of, Stina realized that she really shone so brightly. Sure, she fumbled at first—classic Sophie—but once she got going, she was smooth and elegant and it was as if she were glimmering.

So this was Sophie Foster now. She couldn't say she was surprised, because she'd always known that this was going to happen, but actually seeing it happen in front of her was completely different.

When lunch came, Stina thought that Sophie would have sought her out, that they would have gravitated towards each other like friends always did. They hadn't seen each other in ten years, shouldn't they talk?

Stina got tired of waiting for Sophie to come to her, and got up so she could just find her on her own and they eat their lunch together. When she eventually found Sophie, she was holding her lunch with one hand, using her phone with the other, talking to Dex excitedly.

Stina turned around and walked away.

So what? So what? Five year olds were young and stupid and Stina was stupid for thinking that they could continue from where they'd left off ten years ago. Why did she even think Sophie would remember? Ten years was a long time. Whatever.

She walked back to the lunchroom and sat down at the table her friends sat at. Well, they weren't quite her friends, but she didn't hate them either. Fitz and Biana were kind of stuck up, like the privileged rich kids they were, but Dex and Marella made snarky comments that made them seem like normal people. Keefe and Tam bickered all the time, always claiming to want to surpass the other, but it could be entertaining to watch from the sidelines. Linh was gentle, but in a purposeful way that was to never be underestimated, and was probably also the reason why Stina hadn't been driven mad from being around this group.

"So," Keefe began, "you know Foster?"

"Foster?" she asked dryly. Since when did those two know each other enough that he'd use a nickname for her?

"Yeah, Foster," he repeated, "C'mon, answer the question! How do you know the Mysterious Miss F, our transfer student?"

"She was a friend from when I was younger," Stina replied.

Linh hummed, then gave her a knowing smile. "Oh, is she Sophie?"

Marella was next to react. "Oh, that's her?"

"Wait, who?" Keefe asked.

"Ohh," Biana said next.

"Were you snooping in my room?" Stina asked.

Marella closed her eyes. "It's Linh's room too, you know. And if you have the picture on your nightstand it doesn't count as snooping."

Okay, she had to give her that one. Still, it was one thing for Linh to know, because Linh was her roommate, and another for the other girls to know too.

"Yeah, it's her."

"Are you excited?" Linh asked.

"Even if I was, it's not like it matters," she replied, leaning back, letting her legs against the bench seat keep her up. "Things change in ten years."

She revisited the thought that had been in her mind for the past few weeks. Maybe even longer. When Sophie walked into the lunchroom, Dex beside her, Stina thought that it was a good time to voice it.

"I think I want to switch to the stage production group."

The mild chatter from the others ceased, all heads turning to her.

"You want to do what?"

"You know I'm not one for self-deprecation, so I'm fully aware that my acting skills aren't that good. And maybe I do have "potential" or whatever crap Forkle would say when I eventually tell him I want to switch. But does potential even matter if going into acting doesn't feel like it's worth it anymore?"

Everyone at the table looked genuinely concerned. Sophie looked at her with wide eyes, as if feeling betrayed. Stina would be lying if she didn't feel any satisfaction from seeing that expression on Sophie's face.

What reason did she have to feel betrayed, anyway? A promise made ten years ago was never likely to come true.

She could feel Sophie's gaze on her as she ate, searing as if it were a brand. Stina simply ignored her. Even throughout their next classes, singing and theory, she could tell that Sophie was staring.

If she wanted to say something, she should just say it.

After all the classes were over for the day, Stina began making her way to her room, when she was stopped by Sophie.

"Stina," she began, and Stina felt hope surge within her. "Could you... lead me to where the rooms are?"

"The girls rooms are this way, follow me," she said, stamping out the hope. She really was an idiot, huh? "What's your room number?"

Sophie looked confused. "Foxfire hasn't given me one?"

Stina sighed. "How are you supposed to stay in a room if you don't know which room you're staying in?"

Silence. The two kept walking. When Sophie didn't say anything, Stina's mind started running full-force, coming up with an idea that was bound to be awful. Before she could stop herself, she blurted: "You should sleep in m—

"Can you lead me to the office?" Sophie asked. "Wait, what did you say?"

"Nothing." She needed to get a grip on herself before she tried to say anything else that was stupid.

Sophie stared at her, unconvinced. "Okay, I won't press on that." Then her face fell. "About earlier, what you said..."

Stina knew exactly what she was talking about, she was referring to when Stina said that she didn't want to act anymore. But Stina didn't want to talk about that.

"See that door over there?" She pointed to one of the academy's buildings, a blue door that had foxfire mushrooms glowing faintly around it. "In there, first door on your right."

Sophie began walking.

"You can just leave your luggage with me for now, you don't have to drag it everywhere," Stina told her. "My room's number 204, you can get it there."

Sophie nodded. "Thank you."

"No problem."

Sophie dragged the suitcase so she could give the handle to Stina. Their fingers brushed, and all at once, various memories flooded her: the feeling of Sophie's hands in hers as they ran and played; the wide, genuine, cheek-hurting smiles that adorned their faces; the breathless giggling; the heartfelt promises—

Sophie left, and Stina dragged the suitcase to her room, her heart pounding.

"You're finally here," Linh greeted. "And what's that?"

"Sophie's luggage. She needs to go find out which room she's staying in."

Linh nodded, then went to take a shower. Stina sat on her bed and looked out the window. To her surprise, she saw Sophie running.

That is the opposite direction to where I told her to go, where is she going?

Before she could decide otherwise, Stina put back on her shoes and began running after her. She was a fast runner and knew her way around, she was able to not lose track of Sophie, though only barely.

Why's she going back into the school?

Stina kept running and caught a flash of blonde hair going into one of the classrooms. When she got to the door, she realized that it wasn't a classroom. It was an elevator.

Since when did Foxfire have an elevator over here? And it leads to the basement?

She stepped inside the open elevator and pressed the down arrow. It began falling without any warning. She screamed, and was she going to die???

She was launched out of the elevator and landed on a soft, red seat.

"Holy sh*t," she breathed. "What the f*ck."

Once she finally regained her composure, she looked around. In front of her was a large stage, and she was sitting up in the audience's seat. Two large spotlights from opposite sides of the stage. Two people stood in the centre: a girl in red and a boy in black. While the colours and finer details of the outfit were different, they both wore a jacket and a skirt that went down to their mid-thighs. They both wore a pelisse jacket over one of their shoulders, held on to a white sash by a golden aiguillette and golden button.

What? Are they—

"The light of the stars ignites our burning hearts."

The two people sang, facing each other and lifting a hand elegantly. They spun away from each other in a series of chainé turns.

"We've made a vow to become the Top Star."

Those two actors weren't just ordinary people.

What are you two doing here?

Those two dancers were Sophie Foster and Tam Song.

"I'll use this rage of mine to tear the night apart!" Sophie sang, unsheathing a sword that gleamed in the light.

Tam sang next, unsheathing his own sword, "I don't intend to lose here, I call for the dark!"

All the lights turned off, the stage turning black save for the faint light that shone on Sophie, and a series of letters that briefly glowed way above it all.

☆ REVUE OF BEGINNINGS ☆

Then even those letters faded into the darkness.

"Revues..? What is this place?" Stina murmured.

Tam continued singing, but no spotlight shone on him, but she could see him appear in brief glimpses as he charged at Sophie, a ghost in the darkness, swinging his sword. Sophie, who struggled to see, could only barely parry his attacks.

"You're going to f*cking kill her!" Stina yelled.

Not having seen Sophie in ten years, Stina couldn't say much about her, but in the little bit that she knew Tam, she knew that he wasn't so reckless, wouldn't get himself in whatever swordfighting event this was. He was a serious, responsible person. So what the hell was he doing?

"Interesting!" A voice said from beside her.

Stina whirled around and saw a horse. No—not a horse. An alicorn.

"Revue!" The alicorn said cheerfully.

There were swordfighting duels in Foxfire's basement, and there was an alicorn watching it (since when did alicorns exist???).

What the hell.

"Song! Dance! Compete! Shine! Brightest light! Become Top Star!"

"You're telling me that they need to compete in duels to become the 'Top Star?'" she asked.

"Knock off! Jacket! Win!"

The constant pauses between words and the relatively monosyllabic way the alicorn spoke confused her, but she was starting to understand what they meant. As she looked closer at the revue, she could see that Tam wasn't blindly swinging, nor was he aiming for below the shoulders. Each swing was meant for that golden aiguillette that held the blue jacket Sophie wore to her shoulder. The swings grew increasingly precise, Sophie spinning around and around as she tried to guess where Tam would attack from next. She'd grow dizzy at that rate, and that was probably what Tam was intending on.

"She's going to lose!"

"Stina audience! No disrupt! No compete! Only actor compete! You give up acting!"

That was right. Stina had told the others that she was going to give up on acting. Her passion, her desire to act came from a childhood dream that seemed to be long gone.

She's going to lose.

Tam kept singing, his voice growing louder, and now multiple spotlights were shining on him. His swordfighting on the offensive, his singing the loudest, his movements the flashiest; Tam owned the stage, he was the brightest of the two.

Sophie had fulfilled part of her promise, she had promised to come back to Stina. Didn't that mean that Stina had fulfil some of hers too?

She stood up and took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come next. She made her way to the aisle, then took a few steps back. She ran and jumped off the balcony, the promise singing throughout every part of her body.

Sophie and I will become stars together!

As she landed, she slammed her weapon on Tam's, preventing him from making the cutting blow. She wore her own purple outfit akin to the other two.

"On this colourful stage of light and dark,

I shine like a shooting star!

Reborn, I am Foxfire student, Stina Heks!

A dazzling night sky will be created!"

Her entrance speech was overdramatic and cheesy, but Stina Heks was on the stage now, so she would fall into the role that she needed to play. All the spotlights were on her now.

"You shouldn't..." Sophie murmured, but Stina ignored her.

Instead, she focused on Tam.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

I can ask you the same thing.

"You have the blaze of your own hopes and dreams,

My passion to act, embers that burn so low."

She swung her axe with a surprising amount of grace, considering that she'd never used weapon like this before. Tam leaped back, for once, on the defensive. The stage lit up, all traces of the shadows that Tam had used as his surprise weapon gone.

Their weapons clashed, again and again.

"Yet in this fight, I refuse to concede,

For I have a promise to uphold!"

She poured more of her strength into her next swing, knocking him slightly off balance. It was all she needed to go in and cut off the aiguillette, his red jacket falling to the floor. She grabbed him by the arm and dipped him, a mirror to their dance practice class yesterday.

He looked shocked and annoyed, wrenching himself from her grip.

Stina twirled to the centre of the stage, looking right up at the alicorn as she slammed the axe on to the stage, the bit piercing the 'T' symbol on the ground.

"Position Zero!" she declared, "I am Stina Heks!"

By putting herself in position zero, she was casting herself as a prominent role—the lead role.

Giant red curtains closed, blocking the view of the audience's seats.

"Audition one! Over!" The alicorn announced. "Stina win! Stina actor! Stina compete revue!"

Stina looked down at Sophie who was hunched down on the ground, looking up at her with wide eyes.

"I saved you, Foster."

Sophie closed her eyes. "You shouldn't have come here."

"Why not? I just saved your *ss, didn't I?"

"I would've won. You shouldn't have come here."

Stina huffed, putting a hand to her hip. "I see why Keefe calls you the Mysterious Miss F. You've got to tell me what's going on, because that alicorn—"

"Her name's Silveny."

"Silveny won't give too many answers, I think. Not in the way I want them at least."

Sophie kept quiet.

"Fine. Just... you don't have to bother going to the office, just sleep in my room."

Sophie's eyes widened. "But there's only two beds—"

"Sleep in mine," she blurted, "it's big enough for two."

"Are you sure?"

Today was a day that Stina kept saying things that would surely turn out bad for her, but she found that she didn't want to actually take back those words. She couldn't even make the excuse that they'd shared a bed when they were younger, because they hadn't.

"Do I make half-hearted promises, Foster?" she asked, then immediately winced and turned away, too afraid to look at her reaction. "Never mind."

She finally gathered the courage to look at Sophie again, only to see that she was gone. "Sophie?"

"Revues secret!" Silveny said. "Reveal secret punishment!"

"Punishment?"

Stina woke up in her bed.

☆ LEADERBOARD ☆

1. — Fitz Vacker

2. — Biana Vacker

3. — Keefe Sencen

4. — Tam Song

5. — Linh Song

6. — Marella Redek

7. — Dex Dizznee

8. — Sophie Foster

...

9. (NEW) Stina Heks

☆ ☆

•~•~•~•~•~•

Kotlc taglist: @keefeinnit @my-swan-song @impostertamsong @subrosasteath

Want to be added/removed from the kotlc taglist? Just let me know!

#stina heks #sophie foster #hekster #kam #marelliana #tam song #kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #kotlc fanfiction #ravi writes a thing #won't you shine with me (oh distant star of mine)

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starcrossedjedis · 2 years

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If they were canon for my girl Inara’a

how they’d be introduced -

it'd be pretty under wraps from the overall promotion and teasers, people would know she was in it, probably know the character name, but aside from that no one would be none the wiser until they watch it unfold the way it will in my prologue for Through The Mist 🤗

who the fandom ships them with -

full on ship wars, bestie. there would be three camps - the ones who ship her with Obi Wan ("bEcAuSe It's FaTe DuH!"), the ones who ship her with Khaii ("bUt HeR hEaRt ChOsE hIm!!!1!") and those who will eventually be happy she had two great loves in her life. And probably a few people holding out for poly action and being cross, because there isn't any. And yes that is full on what I want from people reading this story 😈

why the fandom loves them -

beautiful and badass, Jabba's palace outfits are fire, mind reader, so happy Obi Wan doesn't have to live the lonely desert hobo life anymore, also more girls in Star Wars yay!

why the fandom hates them -

Jedi have the force why do we get kinda sorta quarter jedi now? She should have cut Khaii off after chosing Obi Wan, she can't make up her mind and keeps stringing the guys along, nobody wants love triangles anymore, also probably sth sth slut shaming

what the cast relationship would be like -

LoVe Is In tHe AiR 🎶 making anything Star Wars is the dream to begin with, but this cast also gets along really well and has almost too much fun together. Fans practically eat up every bit of BTS footage, because it's filled with fun and and love and laughter. You wouldn't think adults that age could be this childish around each other and it's a glorious thing to behold.

what was their audition scene -

both her audition scene and her chemistry test with Ewan were the moment she realizes that Obi Wan erased her memory of their first encounter and confronts him with it. She also did a chemistry reading with Jason that was Inara'a and Khaii talking the morning after what they both think was him finding her wandering the desert.

dependent upon the fandom, who they’d be on a press tour/at comic con with -

It's either her and Ewan, because... well, he's Obi Fucking Wan Kenobi xD but the House of Mouse isn't stupid and loves to fan the flames by deliberately placing her between Ewan and Jason for interviews and panels to bank on the shippy factor 😏

if they spoil things -

no way xD like, they are all very well behaved on that front, but she is a fucking spoiler crypt. You couldn't waterboard spoilers out of her.

if the show/movie has ended, are they happy with their character’s ending and the ending at large -

Yes! Inara'a gets to settle down with the man she loves and fucking redacted my dude, but feel free to ask me anything because I don't have a shred of self-control - what's not to love? She realises not every fan is going to agree with the ending, but she loves it.

Someone fanning the flames by putting "only one man who can make her smile like that" all over their social media 😏

#through the mist #inara'a brae #khaii al'canthar #obi wan kenobi #my ocs #my writing

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sethshead · 6 months

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"Peter Ostrum, who played Charlie in 'Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory' (1971): 'The entire experience was better than enjoyable. It was really interesting. But I had a chance to see what everyone's job entailed and I knew I didn't want to do any of those things for a living. Including being stars like Gene Wilder and Jack Albertson. When it was over, I was anxious to become just another kid again.'

"'When the picture was over, it was like it had never happened. I returned to school and by the time it was in theaters I'd changed a lot so I wasn't even recognized much. So when I was, it was always a nice experience because people like 'Charlie'. He's a nice kid. My parents told me to look on it as an experience, which is what I did. My mom and dad were not at all stage parents. They made sure I had a clear choice about what I did for a living. I'm really grateful to them because being a veterinarian is very gratifying.'

"'Back then when [the film] came out, there was no red carpet premiere. I was in my hometown in Ohio and they had an opening there and I was the only one there. There was a little bit of fanfare but not much and the film died a quiet death. It had lukewarm reviews and people forgot about it. It wasn't until video ten years later that it resurfaced and it took on a life of its own.'

"'When I made 'Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory,' acting was something that interested me. It still does, but not as a profession. The only time I ever considered it again was when I heard they were holding auditions to replace Peter Firth in 'Equus' on Broadway. My thinking was that, perhaps I should at least present myself. Getting the part would have been like lightning striking twice, but I didn't get it. So I continued in school with the same majors--animal husbandry and veterinary medicine.'

"Ostrum was offered a three-picture contract after 'Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory,' which he turned down. 'Do I regret turning down the movie offer? I don't think so. I love the job I am doing right now. Granted it is about as far away from Hollywood as you can get, but I have a feeling of self-satisfaction with it. I don't believe that I made the right choice or the wrong choice. I made a choice that fit what I wanted, and it shaped how life unfolded for me. Would have life been better if I took the movie offer? Maybe, but I'll never know, and it's something I'll never question.' (IMDb)

"Happy Birthday, Peter Ostrum!"

h/t Cinema Shorthand Society

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artcalledtattoo · 1 year

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How Much

How much power is needed

Empty a vessel

Take all you need

Rape a vessel of energy

Bone us grabbers

You sleep well

Left out at clock out

How much is needed for Family

Thank a lower provider

The gifts are not from you

But what you take

Fake it to love ones

You did this

Money bonus love

New bank notes

Keeping it paid

As you decided

Just how much?

Is enough

My muscles growing

Because of you

My health

Better than you

And yet I have to look up

See you

In my playing field

As you decided

Just how much?

Is enough

My handlers

Living large in accounts & body

You dog you dodged

Watch those hearts of yours?

(minus) -

- Oxygen not getting to brain already seems stroked

- Clogged arteries feels like an attack to flow of things

- I use people for a bonus and don’t care if they work as two or three

- A life, they were probably fired and not left for dead

- I clock in and sit, phishing throw emails on an hourly clock

- It all manages itself

- A door knob, 2315 hours stand at a door to let workers have lunch

- Does always take two

- Manager holding hands managing together

- The bullshit

- 5:30 am clock out time like last year but not allowed to clocked out nor can one let themselves out

- Bending, your smile to my reaming, as you

- Continuing of the raping of personal time

- Tell that to spouse and kids

- Mm feels abused by all of you

- He (mm) provided bonus

- Where’s his fucking Thank You Card

- Last year no bonus or donut (K provided one, and I blessed him and thanked him, in my rung on a ladder

- Non higher ups

- Lost souls , dirt, cope, snakes & Faermance, natural parks & the demons all managerial materials

- Fuck them all, let God sort-’em out! In body the physical, the soul corrupted in bonus grappling (I Was A Warlord in Basic Training, the shit bounces back & later Art of War wince Guerrilla Marketing a community biz asso. gift by raffle, to rape pillage & destroy, woah like Trump, Putin now)n

- You have a nice ride, does you bitch suck she should be blowing me also & swallowing

- Most of US should have been digested for a better planet Earth

- We have readers digest

- Sweeter when I look into your eyes. You should have been big gulped!

- When I work and not in music or even life I’ll play tonight

- Tempo

How Much?

I just dropped a quarter

Call a friend

Fuck you, Prunts

I am your God

Should I make tonight, all feeling out of place, I never set placemats, fuck entertainment, like a slap. You go slave!

Set up to fail

But your black.............man

Lethal weapon ozone song

I’m a slave to their damned Souls

Conglomerates

Blackened Souls

How much?

You need from Me, alone thy self, all tied not swallowed experiencing living it’s all in an eduction, you always pulled over, not in my view but no ride on the West side, I wouldn’t know, I know a city, paid by Taxes

And a lot of sorry fucks voted in Trump, am I looking at you, and farming tax evaders; ohh you provide to community

What the fuck is your farm?

Audits could be made; all would land as crooks

Raping of America but fam got cool presents last year Christmas

I’m not fucking done yet, I spit just upon maneuvers in the managers up above •

That’s me in a symbol

Minus

Column

Let me squill about on days doubled hand holders, they so special can’t manage by themselves, two to unlock doors, fucking two with this and that, but can’t equal out workloads or manage to get US out on clock out, I’ve fucking have bitched about this before, add raping to a sign and me move at my tempo, you took so far this year 6 hours of my time, Martians, lows,

Sorry fucks, 2023, more Rated R words to come later on ya’ll, let the misses know, or jump to California or resign, your leadership in faces on a wall says to me

Takers

Rhymes with _ _ _ _ _ _

Hanging the UP, raped America of Taxes

Trump,

death raping lives in Ukraine

Putin,

Like up up above behind walls

Fucking over its own country and bouncing to start a side War with just Up Putin

Fuck all three

To Much like my Uppers

I work in a single building

Government nation and state fucted

Look at water pipes

And shut the.............

Conglomerate Business Major Player

Slow as tortious martian rhymes

I don’t know all Faces but know your types in my land on Earth 2.5 miles work and home Universe

Just too much!

I want to carve in ice a Wion Pulse playing!

Whining heart pulse but alive & breathing!

Could not post from notes and added hastags

Denied, all typings worthless, no post

So i above copied and pasted into Tumblr and now too pissed to add hashtags, like a (worknite ) must add later after birds and nicotine

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