#because instead the movie tells her yes. continue the thing evan lead you to do
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Background: Based on the synopsis and set images as well as my own delusional Buddie brain, here is my theory of Episode 4x14.
Episode 4x13 will end with a firefighter (from another house) getting shot by the sniper. The first half of episode 4x14 will involve a number of close calls with the guy, but then he zeros in on the 118 for reasons unknown.
Our favorite firefam are out doing a major rescue. Skyscraper on fire or something. Eddie and Buck are on the roof, securing an injured person into the basket. Bobby is on the ground acting as incident commander. Hen and Chim are attending to the injured on the ground and waiting on the basket to be lowered so they can take that person to the hospital. The sniper suddenly appears on a nearby rooftop. His scope zeros in on Buck’s chest (on the opposing rooftop). He lines up the shot and pulls the trigger. In slow motion, Eddie sees this just as it happens without Buck even realizing, he jumps in front of the bullet, taking it to the shoulder instead of to Buck’s chest. He collapses over top of the injured person in the basket. Buck’s eyes immediately jump to the sniper who start lining up another shot, but then Eddie moans and Buck stops caring. He immediately starts tending to Eddie instead.
“Buckley, Diaz, status report,” Bobby’s voice crackles over the comms.
Buck grabs at his radio. “Eddie’s been shot. Sniper. Roof across the street.”
The show refocuses to our friends on the ground. Chim and Hen are staring at Bobby as they all heard Buck’s call. Bobby looks up to the roof nearby and can’t see the sniper from the ground. Athena walks over. “What happened?”
“The sniper. That roof. Eddie’s down,” he says pointing.
Athena immediately starts ordering the LAPD into position while Bobby sends another crew up to Eddie and Buck on the roof. They secure Eddie into a basket and drop him (and Buck) down to Chim and Hen. The other injured person is passed down to the other crew. Buck helps Chim and Hen get Eddie into the back of the bus. He’s about to close the doors, reluctantly when Bobby’s hand lands on his shoulder. “Go. Let me know how he makes out,” is all he says before pushing Buck into the back of the ambulance with Chim and Eddie. He closes the doors and Hen flips the sirens on as she takes off toward the hospital.
When they arrive, Hen and Chim unload Eddie’s stretcher (he’s out cold now, losing blood; coded in the bus once, but hanging onto life by the skin of his teeth). They pass him off to the waiting ER team and Buck makes to go after them. The nurses, doctors, Chim, and Hen all stare at him, but he swallows. “Pull his chart. I’m Evan Buckley. I’m his emergency contact, power of attorney. I’m not leaving.” Chim and Hen exchange a look, clearly unaware of this until right now. The nurses and doctors shrug and nod as they rush Eddie toward the waiting OR.
The show goes back to show the sniper being taken into custody (in the back of Athena’s car) as Chim and Hen return to the scene. Bobby asks them where Buck is and how Eddie is. And Chim asks him, “Did you know Buck was Eddie’s POA?”
Bobby smiles a little and chuckles slightly. “Nah but doesn’t surprise me. Guess we’re two men down, huh?” Hen and Chim both just shrug and nod as they go back to tending the wounded on the ground.
Taylor shows up to cover the event, specifically the sniper being arrested. She spots the 118 and goes over after her cameras stop rolling. “Where’s Buck?”
“Hospital with Eddie,” Chim says.
“Oh,” Taylor says. “Was he hurt, too?”
Chim shakes his head. “He’s Eddie’s POA.”
“What?”
“Power of attorney? He gets to make medical decisions and stuff while Eddie’s out. He has to be there,” Chim explains. Taylor’s a little taken aback but doesn’t say anything.
The show goes back to the hospital. A doctor walks into the waiting room and says, “Mr. Buckley?” Buck’s head pops up from where he’s sitting, lost in his own anxiety over the situation. He stands up and walks over to the doctor who introduces himself. “Mr. Diaz is going to be okay. I just finished up. They’re just getting him cleaned up and moved to recovery. You’ll be able to see him once he’s awake.”
“He’ll be okay?” Buck confirms and the doctor nods.
“A nurse will come and get you once he’s awake.”
“Thank you,” Buck says faintly. The doctor nods again and disappears back through the doors as Buck bursts into relieved tears. He goes back to his seat and sends a few texts first (to Maddie, Chim, Hen, Bobby, and Athena) saying Eddie’s going to be okay and that surgery is over. Then he calls Carla.
“Buckaroo! What do I owe the pleasure?”
“Carla, are you with Chris?”
“Yeah, what’s wrong?” she asks, clearly sensing the anxiety in Buck’s voice. “Is Eddie okay? What happened?”
“Did you see the news?”
“The sniper?”
“Eddie got shot. He… he just got out of surgery. I’m waiting for the nurse to come get me once he wakes up. He’s going to be okay, but he… he coded on the way here…”
“Oh my God, Buck! Are you okay, honey? I’ll keep Christopher just as long as I need to, okay. You make sure to tell Eddie that, alright? I’ll be here with him as long as I need to be.”
“Thank you,” Buck mumbles.
“Did you call Ana?”
“What? No,” Buck says. Why would he call her?
“Abuela and Pepa…”
“They’re next on my list. Listen, just take care of Christopher. I’ll let you know when I know more. Thank you again.”
Once he’s off the phone with Carla, he calls Pepa who’s already with Abuela and relays all the information to them. Abuela wants to come to the hospital, but Pepa says they shouldn’t because of the pandemic and she reluctantly agrees once Buck promises to call them as soon as he knows more. He sits back in the chair and starts fielding responses from his earlier texts until he looks up and sees Ana there. “What’re you doing here?”
“Could ask you the same thing.”
Buck shakes his head. “I’m… I’m his emergency contact… his POA.”
Ana huffs and stomps toward the desk. She’s about to ask the worker for information on Eddie when a nurse walks out of the double doors and calls, “Mr. Buckley?”
Buck gets up and walks over. Ana abandons her position at the desk to walk over, too. “Yes, that’s me,” Buck says. “Is he awake?”
The nurse nods. “Just woke up and already asking for you,” she says with a sweet smile. Buck’s heart flutters a little. The nurse swipes her card to open the double doors and Buck follows her through. She holds out her arm to stop Ana from following them. “Legally authorized persons and immediately family only. You’ll have to wait here.”
“But I’m his girlfriend!” she huffs.
“I’ll let him know you’re here,” the nurse says kindly and then leads Buck down the hall as the doors close on Ana’s face.
As soon as Buck and the nurse walk into Eddie’s room, he smiles and Buck is overwhelmed with relieved tears again. “I’m okay,” Eddie whispers as Buck drops to the chair next to his bed. “I’m okay. I’m fine. Everything’s fine.”
The nurse clears her throat and Eddie looks over at her. “Uh, there was a woman in the waiting room. Says she’s your girlfriend?”
“Oh shit,” Eddie mumbles. “Uh, yeah, yeah, let her in, can you?”
The nurse nods once and disappears from the room. The show goes back to the waiting room where Ana is pacing in front of the double doors, clearly on edge. The nurse reappears. “Mr. Diaz has authorized your visit,” she says with a smile. “Come with me.”
Ana follows the nurse back the hallway to Eddie’s room. She freezes in the doorway at the sight of Buck holding Eddie’s hand, finally crying the last of his tears as Eddie continues to reassure him that everything’s okay. Then she shakes her head and clears her throat as she walks forward. Eddie looks up at her and smiles politely. “Edmundo,” she croaks. “What the hell happened?”
Buck looks a little taken aback by the use of Eddie’s full name but sits back in the chair. He goes to release Eddie’s hand, but Eddie only holds his tighter. “Uh, well, I was shot.” Ana gives him a look. “Right. You knew that. Um, that sniper that’s been targeting first responders,” he explains. “He, uh, showed up on the roof top next to the one where Buck and I were trying to secure a victim in a basket. I saw just as he pulled the trigger, clearly aimed right at Buck’s chest and I put myself in front of it.”
Buck looks up, wide-eyed at that revelation. “You what?” Ana demands.
Before Eddie can say anything, Buck croaks out, “Why would you do that?”
Eddie’s eyes move from Ana to Buck and his expression softens. “You’re my best friend. I promised to always have your back.” He shrugs a little, wincing in pain.
“You have a child!” Ana rages, stepping closer. “How were we supposed to explain to Christopher that you DIED because you took a bullet for HIM!?!?”
“I didn’t die,” Eddie says calmly. “And if I had, Christopher would’ve understood. Buck’s his best friend, too.”
Ana looks positively enraged, but then Buck mumbles, “It hasn’t felt like it recently.”
Edie looks back to Buck, confused, hurt. He’s clearly trying to figure out what Buck means and then as he racks his brain, it slowly dawns on him. Ever since he started dating Ana, she’s taken Buck’s place in their lives in a lot of ways. Now when they have movie nights it’s with Ana, not Buck. When they go places on Eddie’s days off it’s with Ana, not Buck and he sees the hurt on his best friend’s face, and he realizes what he’s done. “I’m sorry,” is all he can think to say. Buck looks up at him. “I didn’t realize, Buck. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Buck mumbles.
“No, it’s not. I was trying to figure out why Chris was being so reluctant. Why he wouldn’t tell me what was bugging him for the past couple months and I… I just realized why. God, I’m so dumb. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Buck says again. “Oh, and he’s with Carla and she said she’ll keep him as long as necessary.”
“Thank you,” Eddie mumbles with a soft smile, “for everything.”
Buck can’t help but smile gently back and then Ana huffs in frustration and they both turn to her, having forgot she was even in the room. “Someone care to tell me what the hell is going on right now?”
“It’s complicated,” Eddie offers, and Buck just sighs a little. Eddie glances at him and knows what he needs to do.
The show cuts away from the hospital to Christopher and Carla at Eddie’s house. “When will my dad be home?” Christopher asks.
“Um,” Carla says slowly. “I’m not sure.”
“What?”
She takes a deep breath. “Your dad got hurt. At work. Um, Buck was at the hospital with him, and I called Ms. Flores and she was going to go over, too.”
“Is he okay?”
“He will be,” Carla says diplomatically. “Buck said he’d call when he knew more.”
“Can I call Buck?”
Carla nods. “I think that would be okay.” She pulls out her phone and sends Buck a quick text telling him that Christopher wants to talk to him. Buck replies to give him just a minute and then a minute later Carla’s phone rings with a call from Buck. She hands it to Christopher who smiles at Buck’s name on the screen and answers the call.
“Hey, Superman!” Buck says.
“BUCK! Is my dad okay?”
“He will be,” Buck says, echoing Carla’s words. “I was just talking to him, but he’s talking to Ms. Flores now.”
“I don’t like her,” Christopher confides.
“Really?”
“Mmhmm,” Christopher says quietly, glance at Carla whose eyebrow is raised. “Ever since he started dating her, I haven’t gotten to see you at all. And She doesn’t let me do anything fun and I never get to play video games.” He just goes off on this long list of ways he doesn’t like Ana and why he misses Buck.
“Wanna have a sleepover at my house tonight? I don’t think they’re gonna let your dad come home yet, so just you and me, what d’you say?” Buck asks.
“Can we?” Christopher asks excitedly.
“Let me ask your dad, but I bet he’ll say yes.”
“Can… Can I talk to him?”
“Let’s see if he’s still awake,” Buck says.
The show goes back to the hospital perspective. Buck walks back into Eddie’s room (a real hospital room, not recovery now) to find Eddie and Ana in a heated argument. But just as he enters, Ana huffs a final sigh and turns to leave. She pushes past Buck. “Have fun with that,” she practically growls, and Buck raises an eyebrow before turning to Eddie who has an apologetic look on his face.
“Um, Christopher wants to talk to you,” Buck says, offering Eddie the phone. He smiles just barely and takes it as he starts talking to Christopher.
[end finale]
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Title: In The Act {3}
Chris Evans x Famous OFC Cassia Drake
Warning: Plot, Cursing, Plenty of Words
Word Count: 5.5k
Summary: After the release of your hit movie “Roman Holiday,” you’ve become Hollywood’s new “It Girl.” Everyone wants a piece of you. While at a Hollywood event, you get pulled into an epic selfie similar to the one from the MET Gala with the megastars of Hollywood. The next day all anyone can talk about is this epic picture but not because of the star power in it, but what was happening in it.
Note: Yep, another one.
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Thank god for slow mornings. You couldn’t think of the last time you were able to wake up without Pieter either standing over you or walking into your bedroom. He was the only one your mother trusted with you, and he just so happened to be a big shot entertainment manager. When you told your mother that you intended to pursue a career in acting, she was livid. She went on a tirade of the number of black actresses who either had to do questionable things to even have a minor break and those who just were used and turned away. She stressed the vast inequalities in the entertainment industry and worried for your mental and emotional health in the cruel industry. She didn't want you anywhere near the entertainment industry. She wanted you to fall into her second career field and be a lawyer.
It took months of you doing it on your own before you got your first role, it was small, but you played the shit out of the third black friend to the white lead actress then did it again and again and again. After your fourth role, your mother came around and brought Pieter into the mix. You knew of him from the industry. He’d been in a few tabloid magazines standing next to a few actresses. Your mother introduced him as her school friend from back in the day. You wanted to question her, but you knew better than that and just accepted the story she fed you. You always suspected there was more to it. The two of them sat you down for three hours to have a meeting on your goals with the industry.
After you went on and on for an hour, they went on and on for the next two outlining what needed to happen, how you needed to take things seriously, and put thought into the roles you auditioned for and so on. By the end of the meeting, you were on information overload, and that was when your mother told you the only way she’d be okay with you in this cutthroat town was if Pieter managed you. There was nothing in you that wanted to say no, so you said yes. That was two years now, and it had been a rollercoaster from the beginning.
Once in your kitchen still in your bra and panties, you perused the shelves in your fridge and took out the huge fruit salad you found there. After smelling it, you settled that it was still good and hopping onto the kitchen island and turned on the TV. As you ate, you flipped through the channels determined not to go to anything that required a brain cell. After a few moments of searching, you decided to finish the episode of Castlevania you’d started weeks ago.
You got lost in the lore of the Dracula themed animated series and the deliciousness of the fruit you were eating. You’d tuned everything out so well that you didn’t even hear anyone approach.
“Cassia!”
“What!”
You looked back to see Tiffany with her head poked around a corner looking at you.
“I think you’re gonna want to come out here,” she said with a look on her face you didn’t recognize.
“Uhh—why?”
“Just come look.” With that, her head was gone. Sighing, you pressed pause on the show, hopped off the counter, stabbed a piece of honeydew, and walked to where she’d disappeared. When you walked out of the kitchen and down the hall to your foyer, there sat a rather large floral arrangement.
“What the fuck is this?”
“What does it look like?”
“Flowers,” you answered before you shoved the fruit in your mouth to stand beside Tiffany.
“Duh.”
“Who are they from?”
You both stood there, just staring at it. They were gorgeous.
“I don’t know. I have been trying not to grab the card,” tiffany added. You looked at her; there was a wide ass grin on her face.
“It’s probably from Vouge thanking me for the photoshoot yesterday,” you surmised as you approached the arrangement. The scent of roses was powerful but not overwhelming.
Grabbing the card, you glanced at the front to see your name written across it. You didn’t recognize the handwriting. When you opened it, you scanned the words written, expecting to see “thank you.” Instead, you saw the words, “I’m sorry.” Bringing the card closer to your face, you read the words. Each word you read, your eyes bugged out even more and more until your jaw had dropped.
“What? Who’re they from?”
“Not Vouge.” Tiffany walked to you and took the card from your hands and read it aloud.
“Cassia, allow me to begin by extending my most sincerest apology to you for first my behavior the night of the fashion event and second the position I have put you in with the press. I am embarrassed and ashamed of my actions and behavior,” Tiffany began before she looked at you with eyes wide.
“Is this who I think it is? Oh my god, Cass!”
She dropped her eyes back to the card and continued. “I am embarrassed and ashamed of my actions and behavior, and I deeply regret them. I am very sorry, and I want you to know that in no way did I mean to objectify you or your body. I have two sisters and a strong Italian mother, and I was not raised that way at all. I hope that you can forgive me and my actions and not hold it against my family. Please accept these flowers as a token of my most heartfelt apology. Sincerely Chris Evans,” Tiffany finished with the squeal of his name.
“Oh my god! Cass!”
You’d been frozen in place for the last two minutes as she read the card. There were a plethora of things running through your head. One of which was the number of formal words he’d used.
“Oh my fucking god! Cass, is this his handwriting? It looks like it could be, it’s legible. Oh my god.”
You heard Tiffany reread the card, and as she did, you turned back to the flowers and observed them. You took notice that the flowers were all in your favorite colors. That made you wonder if he knew your favorite colors, or this was just a florist’s decision.
“Why are you so quiet? Why aren’t you freaking out?”
“Do you think he knows my these are my favorite colors?”
Tiffany looked back to the arrangement then let out a “hmm.”
“Do you think he specially researched you in order to send these? It is possible. this card sounds like he put a lot of thought into it.”
You took the card from her and reread it for yourself. She was right; the handwriting wasn’t horrible, by no means was it gorgeous, but it was nice. You began to wonder if he had, in fact, written it himself.
“Are you going to reply?”
That was the million-dollar question. You didn’t see a need to. Even if you did, what what you say? Thank you, Mr. Evans, for apologizing for looking down my dress. Though I enjoyed the attention, and I am flattered, It was highly inappropriate? Somehow that didn’t seem right.
“No need,” you answered before you walked away toward the kitchen and your fruit salad.
“What!”
Tiffany’s footsteps were loud as she trudged behind you.
“Why wouldn’t you reply? This could be one of the cutest meet-cute stories for your grandkids.”
“Oh my god, Tiff, grandkids? Are you insane right now?”
“Girl, don’t even try and lie and say you don’t think the man is fine.”
“I never said he wasn’t attractive.”
“Attractive? Cassia Anjelique Drake, you know you a damn liar. The man is more than attractive. He is gorgeous,” Tiff corrected.
“And he knows it, Tiffany. You can tell. I bet part of him thought he could have gotten away with x-ray visioning me, and no one would have called him out for it.”
“Cass,” Tiff began before you cut her off.
“—We’re not responding,” you finished turning back on Castelvania.
You knew Tiffany did not approve and also knew you hadn’t heard the end of it. You tried to focus on the show, but it was useless. Your mind only wanted to think of one thing—or person. Chris Evans.
Your day was just for meetings. Pieter had set you up with six meetings for the day. The first three were about movie roles he thought would suit your brand. They were all varying roles, one the lead in an action flick, another the love interest in a rom-com, and the third in a sci-fi type dramady. He said the worst thing in the world was being typecast. With Roman Holiday being a romcom, you knew he’d want your next role to be on the far opposite side of the spectrum.
The roles sounded exciting, and the scripts intrigued you. When they began talking about the expected salary for the films, you were impressed. They were practically throwing their money at you. You couldn’t believe the money actors actually received for a few months of work. Yeah, the schedule could be daunting and preparation never ending, but millions of dollars for maybe five to six months of work was just fine by you.
After the three movie meetings where you agreed to take the scripts and reread them before you got back to them, you moved on to a meeting with your team to discuss the next three months for you while going over the last three months. This happened quarterly, and you found the meetings insightful. They kept you on track with your goals and kept things in perspective. Your mother always said you are only as good as a capable team around you.
Your team comprised of your agent, Eduardo, whose job was to hunt down all the roles he could for you and field calls and interest from anyone and everyone in the business. Second, your publicist Julez, her domain was everything concerning your PR. Her job was to make sure that everything about you in the public remained favorable. She was good at what she did, and took her job seriously. Then was your lawyer, Martin, who was the second-best entertainment lawyer in the business. The best as far as you were concerned was your mother. His job was to keep everything legal and make sure no one tried to take advantage of you business-wise. Fourth, was your accountant, Greg. He was your money man. He made sure every cent you agreed upon with your contracts, was sent to your bank account and that every dime in your account was accounted for at all times. He even helped you invest that money, so it always grew. Then came your part-time stylist, Frenchie. Her job was to keep you looking incredible when she was needed. Finally, there was Pieter who oversaw them all. Tiffany nicknamed them Star Team, in honor of your name.
Though you’d learned to listen and follow along when they talked, you had to admit most of the information was boring to you, so you often drifted off. You never felt guilty about it because Tiffany was always recording the meetings and inventorying them for you if you needed to reference them later.
“Okay, is that all?” Pieter looked around at their faces around the conference table.
“One more thing, Julez began. “Have you decided how you’d like to move forward with eh-em, Boobgate?”
The murmurs around the desk picked up before Julez went on. “The media seemed to love your snarky, comedic comeback, Cassia. They are now doing most of the work for us by calling you good-spirited and easy-going for shrugging it off. A lot of the comments since are in good fun. I don’t see anything negative to come through, so I’m going to say we’re staying in good parameters. I have noticed though a great increase in searches about you and your overall name being mentioned. People love talking about you and Chris,” Juelz finished.
“Why wouldn’t they? They look gorgeous together,” Frenchie added.
“That seems to be the overall consensus. It is fascinating even those in his fandom do not seem to be spinning this negatively, which is always a concern with him and his team,” Juelz informed.
That was not news to you. When you had yet to make your big break, you followed celebrity discourse, and the Chris Evans fandom was insane. It seemed any little thing set them off, and once a fire was sparked, it would burn for weeks. With your rising fame, you worried about things like that on your end and being swept up in someone else’s insanity.
“So let’s leave it there. Let the media run with it where they will. We’ll do and say nothing on it. We’ll let this work for us,” Pieter finalized.
Everyone nodded before he called an end to the meeting, and everyone began to leave the room. Before you left, Pieter took the time to remind you about your last meeting of the day and share the news about a few other side projects he’d been working on for you. He shared that within a week or two, he hoped to be able to share the full news but that he was excited at the turn talks had taken today. You were curious but knew if you asked him to elaborate, he would only shoo you away, promising it would be a good surprise. He had your mother’s trust and had earned yours, so you allowed him to keep his secrets—for now.
After your last meeting, you found yourself home alone before midnight. This was the first time you'd been able to get any alone time. As you made it in your bedroom, you realized the flowers were now perched on your bedside table. They were even more beautiful in the glow of the moonlight that was shining through your balcony windows. Tiffany must have sent a message to the housekeeper to move them there.
You took up the card and reread it, all the while smiling. It was a sweet apology note and a kind gesture. You were surprised Julez didn’t bring them up in the meeting until it dawned on you that either she didn’t know which meant they came directly from him and not his assistant or team or she didn’t want to put you on the spot. While she technically answered to Pieter, she knew your money was what paid her salary. That meant you and her had an understanding about your PR needs. You liked discretion on things that no one else needed to know. This—you didn’t want Pieter knowing about. There was no need for him to know. It meant nothing.
The next day before you left your house, there was yet another bouquet and the card that accompanied it read; “Just in case you didn’t believe the first card I sent with the first arrangement I wanted to double down to make sure you knew that I am very much sorry.”
Tiffany didn’t say one word, all she did was give you a look, and that one look said plenty of things in one. “Heifer, you better reply to that man and live your life while swinging from his chandelier butt ass naked.” You had no intention of doing anything that look said.
The next day, another bouquet was waiting for you. this card was a little more amusing. “The first bouquet I could say you possibly didn’t receive. I know your life is busy, and anything can happen, but the second one, eh, less believable that you didn’t get no matter how much my pride is screaming at me that you didn’t just to save face. This one, I am sure you got, I had my assistant take care of it and attach a delivered and received receipt. So you responding is a purpose thing, and that makes me think I fucked up really bad, so bad that flowers won’t fix it, and you don’t forgive me. So I propose an alternative option. Allow me to apologize in person and explain myself. You pick the time and the place, and I’ll show up.”
When Tiffany saw this one, she lost her shit. She went on a full twenty-minute speech on why you should respond and accept his proposal. She went through exhibits A to Z as to why this was a good idea. She conveniently skipped the letter P knowing damn well the only thing you both could think of was Pieter. You knew that if he knew about any of this, he would flip his lid. When she included in her argument that you could make all of his dreams come true that he’s had all his life but was too afraid to inquire about.
You allowed her to go on her rant but still decided against responding or meeting him.
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-2 Days Later-
“So Cassia, everyone wants to know about this picture that is still the talk of the town. You haven’t made a statement, Chris hasn’t made a statement. What gives?” Ryan Seacrest’s question had you giggling.
“Nothing gives, Ryan. Not everything needs an explanation. Sometimes as humans, we have to learn to be okay with what is,” you philosophized.
Silence stretched for a full ten seconds before everyone around you busted out laughing, including yourself.
“Wow, I almost fell for that,” Ryan added, making you laugh louder.
“Darn, I almost got away with it.”
“You would have if I really didn’t want an answer,” Ryan slid in.
“Ah, everyone wants an answer, Ryan. I don’t have an answer to give.”
“You weren’t there?”
“No. It was my twin sister, Alicia.”
Another long stretch of silence filled the room. You could tell they were trying to figure out if you were telling the truth. “See, you guys are easy,” you teased, making them laugh again.
“So, you’re really not going to make a statement?”
“I went to an event and met a lot of cool people and had a great time.”
“Did you and Chris Evans leave together?”
“Not at all.”
“Did you exchange numbers?”
“Nope.”
Another silence befell the room, and you knew they didn’t believe you. For the next five minutes or so, you finished the interview while keeping tightlipped about the hottest topic. When you left, you were met with the paparazzi yet again, who were shouting new questions.
“Cassia, are the rumors true?”
“What rumors, guys?”
“That you’re in a relationship with Captain America himself.”
You tried to hide your shock before you quickly spoke.
“Who said that?”
Tiffany snorted beside you, no doubt thinking of her favorite gif.
“It is all over social media,” one of the paparazzo informed.
“That’s news to me,” you finished as your security got you to your truck. Before you got in one more question was screamed at you.
“How’d it feel to have Captain America checking you out?”
You couldn’t hide your smirk this time, and it was a smirk that only got bigger and bigger. Before you cheesed like a full-on idiot, you ducked in the truck.
“Your smirk said it all,” Tiffany said as you facepalmed.
After a quick trip to the market for some essentials, you made it home to finish reading the scripts you needed to have done in two days. When you walked inside, you ignored the second bouquet of flowers, Chris sent you the day after the first and went upstairs. Once in your bedroom, the third bouquet he sent yesterday caught your eye. The first one was a shock, the second a surprise, the third confusing.
After your shower, you walked back into your bedroom to find another bouquet that wasn't there thirty minutes ago. You knew they were from him. This was now amusing. What was his angle, you thought to yourself as you crossed the room to the flowers. Taking a deep whiff of them, you moaned. You loved the scent of Gardenia. They always put you in the frame of mind of romance and sensual rolls in bed. With that thought, you paused. Was he trying to tell you something?
Grabbing the envelope, you noted it was a lot bigger than the cards that accompanied the other bouquets. Once opening it, you saw a sheet of paper that felt heavier than standard paper, and with it came what you now knew was his handwriting. “Okay, after thinking about this for the last week trying to figure out what it is about me that you don’t like or won’t even entertain. Let’s start with the massive elephant in the room; I’m white.”
You had to laugh out loud for that. After almost a full minute of laughter that made you have to sit on your bed, you continued. “I know a major turn off, and unfortunately, it’s not something I can change. However, I can assure you that though I am white aesthetically, I am not fully white in any other department, and yes, that includes dancing.”
Again you laughed, dropping onto your back while flailing your legs in the air. He was on a roll; you thought before you continued. “Second, it must be you’re not into white guys. For that, the only thing I can offer is I’m not against wearing a paper bag to hide the fact that I am, in fact, white. It would be a case of none are the wiser. If, however, your gripe with me is my behavior from nights before, I promise I’m not a sleaze twenty-four hours of the day. I am capable of looking directly into your eyes for an entire conversation, I promise. Let me prove it to you. 424-947-5639.”
Your jaw dropped. Chris freaking Evans just gave you his phone number. You couldn’t move for the next ten minutes. You just sat there in a stunned stupor. You couldn’t believe this was real. Half of you was fangirling because hello not too long ago; you were a fan. You still were. The other half was freaking out because Chris Evans just gave you his phone number. Was he just being friendly, or was he shooting his shot?
MSG: Question.
MSG Tiff: Answer for two hundred Alex.
MSG: How does one shoot their shot?
MSG Tiff: What? Cass, has it really been that long since you’ve made the first move?
MSG: Do you know who you’re talking to? I’ve never made the first move. That is beside the point. I’m not talking about me shooting my shot. I mean when someone shoots their shot at you. What exactly does it look like?
You saw the bubbles knowing she was probably writing a long ass message. Almost a minute later, the message came in.
MSG Tiff: Uh, were you not present at the Laker’s game when the Sixers were in town, and Jonah Bolden stopped the game to come over and shoot his shot?
You laughed. You hadn’t forgotten that, mainly because it was everywhere the next day. The two of you talked for a few weeks, but your schedule and his had things fizzling real quick.
MSG: Yeah, but he was black, Tiff.
That was when the facetime call came in. you rolled your eyes but answered it. “So are we asking what it looks like when a white guy shoots his shot? Is that to lead me to think you mean a particular America’s ass?”
“Oh my god, Tiff. Just answer please,” you pleaded with exasperation.
“I need to know who first. White guys shooting their shot do not come in one size fits all. So who?”
Rolling your eyes again, you told her and prepared for the scream. It was as loud as expected.
“Okay, I knew he was feeling you. A man doesn’t look at any ol breasts like that,” Tiffany joked before she continued. “He looks like he could have game, but it could be cheesy game. Did he send you more flowers?”
You turned the camera to the new bouquet, and she melted. “Oh my god, those are to die for. They just get more and more beautiful. He definitely put research into this one. you love gardenias.”
It was true, and the thought had crossed your mind. When she asked what the note said this time, you read it to her. It had her laughing just as hard and long. When you mentioned that he ended it with his number, she screamed again.
“Call him!”
“No!”
“Cassiopeia Anjelique Drake! The man has shot his ultimate shot,” Tiffany shouted, using your entire full name.
You rolled your eyes and dropped back onto your bed.
“I can’t call. Pieter will freak,” you excused.
“Fuck, Pieter!” It came from the depths of her soul, you could tell. “This is your life, your pussy!”
You face palmed yourself again. She had to go there.
“I’m serious. I know you’ve heard the rumors from that comedian he dated, and he swears his fingering is accurate, and you have seen his beard. A man with a beard like that is good for one thing.”
You screamed and died again. She was in prime form right now.
“Cassia.”
Groaning, you sat up and sighed out. “I gotta go Tiff, I’m supposed to have a video conference in ten minutes, and I’m sitting here in a towel. I’ll call you later.”
“When you call me, you better be telling me that you talked to that man,” Tiffany shouted out as you were ending the facetime call.
You quickly got yourself together, and presentable then made it to your office to prep for the conference with the scripts. Seeing how far behind you were with the scripts, you show the participants a quick email to push it back by a few hours. Then you buckled down to actually get some work done instead of thinking about the real reason Chris Evans had a beard.
Two hours later, you were on the conference and going through the script line for line, film direction after direction. If one script would have taken an hour to go through, then three took you triple the time. By the time you’d finished for the day, you were all talked out, exhausted, and starving. Glancing at your phone, you saw missed calls from Tiffany and your mother and groaned at the fact that it was after one in the morning. If you’d have known following your dreams meant bye-bye to normal sleep hours, then you may have thought twice.
With the craving for the most unhealthy crap raging within you, you got into your car and went for a drive. While the time meant not many were out, you knew anywhere in the heart of LA would be a mistake. You drove half an hour out of the way to Pasadena to the burger spot you found by accident. It was no Shake Shake, but it offered two of your favorite things in one place, Burgers and Pies.
As you walked inside the small shop, you smiled, grateful it was practically empty. You walked to the back of the retro style burger joint and sat in the last booth. Deciding it was safe to drop your disguise, you took off your hat and sunglasses and took a deep breath of the glorious smell of burger and pies. You weren’t waiting long before a waitress came over with a note pad.
“Welcome. Can I take your order?”
“Yes, the Big Ben burger with the works, please.” She looked at you like you were insane.
“Are you sure? That’s a big plate,” she warned. You smiled and nodded.
“Oh yeah. I haven’t eaten all day,” you assured.
“Okay. How would you like it?”
“Very well done, please.”
She nodded as she jotted your order down. “Anything to drink?”
“Ginger Ale with a lemon slice, please,” you finished before she nodded and walked away.
You really liked this place. It was one of the few places that still had a jukebox. Digging into your purse, you pulled out a quarter then walked to the device that wasn’t too far from the booth you’d chosen. As you perused the selections of old and new music, you tried to gauge the mood you were in. It had been a while since you were able to sneak away on your own. You were in the mood for some relaxation but a bit of fun. You tapped in the key combination and turned the knob, and waited for the tune to play. When the oldie by Rihanna “Pon de Replay” came on, you began flicking your hips from side to side until you began winding it. You heard the distant ring of a bell that signified someone else had entered the restaurant, but it didn’t register, you were too into the song.
When you really got into it, you dipped it low as instructed and began singing along. That was when your entire body got into it, and you tapped into your own inner bad gyal. When you turned around, you yelped loudly, drawing the attention of the waitstaff to you. Before you stood the person, you least expected to see. The crooked quirk of his lip gave him the most roguish look you’d ever seen, a look that shouldn’t have turned you on the way it had—but it did.
“Don’t stop on my account,” Chris teased with an impossibly deep voice. It never sounded that deep in interviews, you thought to yourself before your teeth sunk into your bottom lip. His cerulean eyes fell from yours to your mouth, and you watched as his tongue slowly slid across his lips. Your nipples beaded painfully, and you didn’t need to look down to know that if anyone looked, it would be more than noticeable.
Why are you turned on right now, you questioned in your head. There was no logical reason for it. Yes, he smelled—incredible. There was no way anyone should smell that good; it was impossible. He smelled like fruits, sea salt, sunshine, vanilla, and a very appealing musk. He smelled like he took four showers a day and took pride in being groomed to perfection. The more you thought about it, the harder your nipples got.
“Cat got your tongue?”
Clearing your throat, it came out most exaggeratedly with a long high pitch. Chris’s brows wrinkled as he looked at you as if there might have been something wrong with you.
“Uh—are you okay?”
Instead of words, it was terrifying giggles that came out, making you sound like a deranged, cackling Hyena. The look on Chris’s face only became more concerned. You cleared your throat again this time more naturally and straightened your back.
“What’re—what’re you doing—here?”
“In a public restaurant?”
“Yeah, this public space,” you clarified before you crossed your arms over your breasts. “It’s mine.”
“Yours? You own it?”
“No, but it’s my secret place.”
“Ah, I see. If it was so much of a secret, then how did I find it?”
He was contesting you, challenging you. It was at this moment you got the vibe from him that he was the type of man who liked to debate, compete, and win. A man like that should have had your red flags blaring, but no red flags were waving. The only thing that was waving in front of you was a deep curiosity to know this man in a way that you hadn’t wanted to know anyone before.
Shrugging, you walked back to your table and sat. He approached you all the while, never taking his eyes off of you. You bit your bottom and tried to keep your thoughts boring. Before either of you could speak again, the waitress came back with your order.
“Big Ben burger with the works and fries and a ginger ale with lemon slices.”
When she put it down, she looked to Chris, who dipped his head low and pulled down his hat. The woman looked as if she might have recognized him, but she didn’t speak; she just peered closer. You cleared your throat and slid your plate closer. It was enough to distract the woman.
“Will there be anything else, honey?”
“No, thank you.”
“And you? Will you be staying or going?”
Chris looked to you with one eyebrow raised. Your eyes met, and you saw the question in them. It was a mix of a question and a challenge. He expected you to answer. It would give you the control of the situation, and it would also make it so you’d have to blatantly turn him down in front of his face rather than ignoring him as you’d been doing the last few days. You bit your bottom lip and took a deep breath. You had enough balls to turn him down right here. You’d done worse to other guys—a lot worse. The question was, did you want to do it to him.
When you locked eyes with him again, an amused smile spread across his lips. You bit your bottom lip again and sighed.
“He will be staying,” you answered.
The waiter looked to you then to him and nodded. Chris slid into the booth before you still keeping eye contact. The longer he looked at you; the more unnerved you became.
“All right, what can I get you sugar?”
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The Oscar for prettiest girlfriend goes to…
Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader
Word count: 1891
Summary: You and Ben have been dating in secret for months. But now you’re up for an Oscar, and maybe it’s time to tell the world?
Warnings: none really? Ben Hardy being a cutie maybe. And this is not beta’d.
You took one last look at yourself in the full-length mirror in your hotel room. You tried your best to smile at your reflection, but your stomach was to full of nerves. This was your first time at the Oscars, and you were actually nominated for best actress in a supporting role! It was a huge deal, and you had to look your best. The dress you were wearing was both bigger and heavier than you were. It was deep red, a colour you had never thought you suited until your stylist had forced you to try the dress on. Now, you kind of never wanted to take it off. You felt like a princess.
“Y/N? We have to go!” the voice of your manager, Charlotte, called through the door.
“Coming!” you called back, and walked to the door as quickly as you could in you sky high heels and gigantic skirt. The dress was floor length, even in your heels, with red lace covering the whole thing. The bodice was tight fit, off the shoulders, and the skirts busted out from a little above your hips. It was so stunning you didn’t want to sit down or do anything in fear of ruining it. A long with your manager and your body guard, Simon, you made your way out of the hotel, towards the limo.
“Y/N L/N! I thought that was you!” you looked to you left, and saw Olivia Coleman walking towards another car.
“Olivia!” You smiled, and embraced your fellow actress.
“You look, wow! I love what you have done with your hair!” Olivia said. You blushed and thanked her. You were eternally grateful for your make-up artist, Sam. The two of you had been friends since 2011, when Sam first did your make-up in your first movie. Now, Sam had styled your Y/H/C hair in the perfect style that matched your dress perfectly. Sam was truly a gem.
“Good luck tonight!” You said to Olivia, as the two of you were ushered into different limos. You enjoyed the drive to the award show. You had a class of champagne with your staff, and went over what you would say in your acceptance speech, if you won. You pulled up to the red carpet, and gratefully accepted the hand of your bodyguard to get out of the car. Charlotte quickly made sure your dress was trailing out behind you in the right way, before nodding to you.
“Remember, talk to as many people as possible. And smile, smile, smile, dear. I’ll be there to move you forward. Always smile. Cameras everywhere. And just remember to keep a good posture, so your dress looks it’s best. You look stunning. Now, walk,” Charlotte instructed, before gently pushing you towards the beginning of the carpet.
There were flashing lights and cameras everywhere. People were shouting to you from all over. For every few steps, a few more before you posed, and smiled, and smiled, and smiled. Your cheeks were hurting, but you felt gorgeous anyway. As you walked, you greeted a few fellow actors and actresses on the way. You even got a hug from Chris Evans.
“I can die happy now,” you whispered to Charlotte, who rolled her eyes, but still smiled at you.
“Y/N!” an interviewer called out, waving you over. It felt like interview number one million, though it was probably only number seven.
“Hello,” you said with a huge smile to interviewer. The man grinned back.
“Hi, yourself. First of all, you look stunning!” he began.
“Oh, thank you! I love your suit as well,” you said back, and it wasn’t really a lie. It was a nice, black velvet suit. A little excessive for a interviewer, but you do you.
“So, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N. Hollywood’s new favourite girl. I must ask, how does it feel to go from (Hometown) in (home country), to the biggest award show in the world?”
“I-I’m not sure,” you laughed. The interviewer joined. “I suppose it is this constant feeling of this all being a dream, and that I’ll just wake up one day, and be back in my bed at home. It’s-it’s a very surreal feeling to be here, for sure,”
“Yes, I can see that. Now, I must ask you, though I’m sure you’ve been asked this many times before. But how was it for you, to play a lesbian, and to also play the daughter of such an amazing actor as-“ suddenly something caught your eye, and your attention was quickly diverted away from the interviewer, who kept talking about your on-screen father. Walking down the carpet, being taken photos of, were the stars of Bohemian Rhapsody. Joe Mazzello, Gwilym Lee, Allen Leech, and last but not least, Ben Hardy. Aka, your boyfriend of four months. Not that anyone knew that, except for a few of your closest friends and family.
“Sorry, I just have to go really quick. I’ll be right back,” you said, cutting of the interviewer mid-sentence. Before Charlotte could ask what you were doing, you had set of power-walking down the carpet as quickly as possible. You moved around another actress you vaguely recognized, before coming face to face with Ben. At first it didn’t seem like he realized it was you. Then, his face brightened up in a massive grin.
“Y/N!” Ben said, before putting his arms around your waist, and picking you up. You laughed as you hugged him, and spun half a circle around. Ben put you down again, and you couldn’t help but beam at him.
“You look stunning,” he said with a smile, not loud enough to be heard by any of the interviewer now shouting questions as you. Suddenly remembering that you weren’t alone, you let go of Ben, and took a few steps back.
“Not so bad yourself,” you said with a kind smile, though you could see the slight hurt from when you pulled away. You mouthed sorry to him, just as Joe, Allen and Gwilym caught up with you.
“Y/N! Hi, wow!” Joe said, smiling at you, before giving you a hug.
“Joe, hi!” you answered, before moving on to hug the others to. You had met the boys some six months ago, when their press tour for Bohemian Rhapsody, and the press tour for your movie, had been in the same place at the same time. You and Ben had hit it of immediately, but that didn’t mean you weren’t friends with the other to.
“Y/N,” you looked over at Charlotte, you gently tapped the watch on her wrist. You nodded.
“I need to go. See you in there! Good luck!” You said, smiling at them. Ben caught your eyes, and smiled sadly, before you turned and walked away. Not exactly the time for feelings.
You were sat with your co-stars, your director and a few others who were related to your movie. They had just finished calling out the names of all the nominees for your category, best actress in a supporting role.
“And the winner is…” You held your breath. This was it. You looked up at the host. He opened his mouth, “Y/N L/N, for We will meet again!”
You froze for a second. Then your co-star, Aiden Turner pulled you out of you chair, and hugged you.
“Amazing!” the Irish man said with a grin, as you let go to hug others. Your brain was trying to process it all. You had won! Once the hugs were done, you were lead onto the stage. On the way, you passed Ben, who sent you the biggest smile, and applauded along with everyone else. You accepted the little statue, and turned to the mic.
“Wow, I cannot believe this is real,” you began, before pouring your heart into your well-practiced speech. Afterwards, you were lead into a room to take pictures and answer questions. It was all quite surreal. But here you were. It had happened, this was real.
Everything after that passed super quickly. You were thrilled when Rami won best actor, and when Olivia won best actress. After the show, you left, taking the limo back to the hotel. As soon as you unlocked your door, a pair of hands grabbed yours, and pulled you inside. Before you could say anything, a pair of lips met your own.
“Hey, you,” you said with a smile as you pulled away from Ben.
“Hey, princess,” he grinned before kissing you again. You laughed against his lips. God, you had missed him by your side tonight. And you told him that.
“We could just go public, you know,” he said, looking at you. But you shook your head.
“You know how I feel about having everyone all up in our business,” you said, and he nodded.
“I know, babe. But, I think it’s my business to get you out of this dress. It’s far too much fabric,” he told you with a large grin. You shook your head and laughed, but there were no protests when he began pulling at the zipper on the back. Instead you began unbuttoning his shirt, not really caring that you should be changing for the after party.
The next day the two of you spent in bed. There was no need to get up, so why bother? Ben was tracing figures into the back of your thigh, as you were scrolling through twitter.
“People won’t shut up about Lady Gaga and Bradley Coopers performance last night,” you said to Ben, who nuzzled your cheek.
“There was a lot of chemistry there though,” he said, and you nodded.
“Yeah, poor Irina,” you said and he laughed. You read on, “Oh! Listen here. Y’all keep talking about Lady Gaga an B Cooper, but did anyone see Ben Hardy and Y/N L/N? And another, Ben Hardy lifting up Y/N L/N and spinning her vs Lady Gaga staring into B Coopers eyes. We really supposed to think none of them are dating, yeah right.”
“What about us?” Ben asked, and you could hear the smile in his voice. You clicked on the hashtag for your own name. There were a lot of people congratulating you on your victory, but also some saying you had robbed others.
“This one, hear. Y/N L/N really out here living everyone’s dream, hugging Ben Hardy. Oh, and more. Y/N L/N is the most relatable celebrity, because I to would run up and hug Ben Hardy if I ever saw him,” you loved reading these things out loud. It made you feel good to know that people thought this about you and your boyfriend.
“Haha, listen to this one.” You continued. “Y/N L/N just up and left her interview to hug Ben Hardy and that is such a mood, you have no idea. And, this is my favourite. Everyone saying Y/N L/N is so luck for hugging Ben Hardy? Bitch, please, Ben is lucky to even touch our queen Y/N!” You laughed, and Ben joined you.
“I am luck, aren’t I? Also, people are so weird,” he whispered, and you turned your head to look at him.
“Yeah, they are. But you’re not,” you said, and smiled as he kissed your lips softly.
“I love you,” he whispered against your lips. “I’m dating an Oscar winner, amazing!”
You laughed sarcastically.
“I love you to, dork.”
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Sweet Emotion
Requested by: anon
Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
Word count: 1400+
Warnings: Fluff, language some angst
Summary: You want him, but you can’t have him. Right?
A/N: I feel like I don’t even need to tell you at this point that I didn’t have time to edit my work. My bad, honestly. Keep sending in your requests!
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This was stupid, probably the stupidest thing you could have ever done to be frank. You couldn’t even look him in the eyes, as tears were spilling down your face. He wanted the truth and you gave it to him, hell you’d give him anything he ever wanted if it meant he’d be happy. Now he knew the truth, and you had to deal with losing your best friend and the love of your life, all in one night. How did it come to this?
Your mind drifted back to that morning. You woke up, made your coffee and sat on the couch watching reruns of Friends like you did every Saturday. You were scrolling through your phone when you got a text from your best friend since elementary school. She had asked you to go out with her and her boyfriend that night for drinks and you said yes despite your better judgement.
Over the course of the time that the pair had been together, the three of you hung out quite a bit. But your friend would always somehow disappear during the night and leave the two of you alone. You both became close, and before you knew it you had fallen completely and utterly, head over heels in love with him.
You see there were three major issues with the situation you were. One being that your best friend meant more to you than anything in the world and you couldn’t betray her like that. Two was that he would never feel the same towards you in a million years even if you tried. And finally, your best friend was dating Chris Evans and you would never have a chance with him.
You had gotten ready for the night, making sure you looked amazing, you had full intentions of bringing someone home to forget your sorrows. You grabbed your trusty little black dress and heels and made sure you looked like you had just walked out of a movie. You didn’t want to admit that you secretly dressed up for him, or that you know the last time you worked that dress he didn’t take his eyes off of your body. You knew that you weren’t being a good friend, you tried so desperately to push those thoughts from your mind. It never worked.
The club was packed, sweaty bodies grinding against each other everywhere you turned. There was no room at the bar, but you managed to spot Chris at a booth towards the back. Your friend was ignoring him, staring off at a group of girls dancing by the bar. You scanned her face not recognizing that look. Was she being protective of Chris? Or was it something else?
Chris turned his head and he saw you. He eyes grew three sizes as his eyes trailed your body from your heels, up your legs, passed your breasts and finally to your (y/e/c) eyes. A grin crept across his beautiful features as he stood up to greet you with a warm hug. You worried that your arms had lingered too long as you awkwardly pulled away. Your friend finally took notice of you hugging you tightly, thanking you for coming.
The three of you sat and talked, well mostly you and Chris. You both talked about everything, music, nature, family and work. He was so interesting, you loved the way his eyes lit up when he doted on his family, or the way his nose crinkled when he laughed at one of your cheesy jokes. You looked to your friend who was still intently watching the group of girls. You politely asked if you knew any of them as curiosity got the best of you.
She shook her head chuckling under her breath before she got up excusing herself to the restroom. You and Chris shrugged, your eyes meeting Chris’ face. He watched your friend walk away, he looked almost sad? Why would he be sad? You didn’t question it, instead you continued your conversation.
You were in the middle of passionately talking about your work when you noticed the way Chris was looking at you. His eyes were fixated on you, fully intrigued with what you were saying, but there was something else there. He stopped you mid sentence placing his hand on top of your own, “you are such a beautiful woman, (y/n).” You froze as your cheeks heated up.
You looked down at your drink refusing to make eye contact with him. His thumb lightly brushed across your hand as he smiled at you, “I mean it, you’re amazing in every way.” You jolted out of your seat, panic surging through your body, “I’m sorry I have to pee!” The excuse escaped your mouth as you quickly escaped to the bathroom.
You realized that you and Chris had been talking for a while and you hadn’t seen your friend in a while. As you turned the corner to the bathroom your jaw hit the floor. Your friend was pressed against the wall, one leg wrapped around the slender figure a beautiful woman as their mouths were battling against one another. You covered your mouth in shock realizing it had been one of the girls you’d seen her staring at a short time ago.
You saw your friend notice you, pushing the girl off of her and running towards you grabbing your arm before you could scurry away to Chris, “(Y/n) stop! I’ve been wanting to tell you for a long time, I just didn’t know how.” You were angry, not because she had come out to you but because she had the man of your dreams and she didn’t even want him, you had respected her in every way you knew how and this is how she treated him. You looked at her with anger on your face, “I can’t believe you’d do this to Chris. I don’t care if you like women, that’s fine. But that doesn’t give you the right to cheat on Chris!”
Apparently the two of you had taken a while and Chris had gotten worried. Your friends eyes were glued to someone behind you as tears fell from her eyes. You turned to see Chris, shock evident on his face. Your friend looked to you and then Chris. She walked over to him placing a kiss on his cheek sadness coating her voice, “I’m so sorry, both of you.” And she left.
You reached out to Chris placing your hand on his shoulder, “I’m so sorry Chris.” He looked at you, and you could see the anger in his eyes. You knew he wasn’t mad at you, but he was hurting. He pulled away from you, “Why do you even care about me. Go chase your friend.”
You’d had enough, you found confidence within yourself staring up at him you began to yell, “Are you joking?! I’ve been in love with you for months! Seeing you with her and holding her and loving her killed me every goddamn day because I knew I could never have you! And you want to be mad at me because your girlfriend cheated on you?! That isn’t fair and you know it!”
That’s how it all started, tears falling down your cheeks and angry at Chris for your own stupid emotions, and yourself for possibly losing your best friend. You knew you’d have to talk to your friend, you would never hate her for who she was and you hoped that she could forgive you for how you acted. You wanted to support her, she needed to know that, she was your best friend.
You suddenly felt his arms around you, holding you close to his chest, “You love me?” You looked up at him confused, “Yes I do.” You heard him chuckle out of pure relief as a grin crossed his face, “(Y/n) I fell in love with you months ago, but I couldn’t leave her because she didn’t do anything wrong. I didn’t want to hurt her. I was stupid, I’m so sorry.”
You chuckled, “I guess we were all kind of stupid.” He nodded the two of you still tangled together, “Chris don’t hate her. She truly didn’t mean it.” He kissed the top of your head gently, “I know, I’ll talk to her. I’m not mad at her.” He leaned down kissing your cheek, “But What I really want to know is if I can kiss you or not?” You grinned, “I think I’d like that.”
He leaned down pressing his lips to yours, it was passionate and needy. The two of you putting every emotion that had been bottled up for months into a beautiful kiss. You both pulled away panting slightly at the loss of air, “(y/n) can I take you to dinner? I want this to be real.” You nodded taking his hand in your own and leading him out of the club, “I thought you’d never ask.”
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Okay so that Captain America ending...
Okau yes, I AM EXTREMELY PISSED ABOUT STEVE'S ENDING WTF WAS THAT?????
So Steve "getting a life" is him returning to the literal past for one person whom he never even had a complete romantic relationship with??? Like, don't get me wrong, I love Steggy! Or at least I did before this movie kind of put a bitter taste in my mouth about it. Peggy moved on from Steve, she said goodbye to him and found another love with whom she spent the rest of her life and and had children with. She had a beautiful full life without Steve. Her life was NOT defined by her relationship with him. But Steve apparently defined his life by her and it comes off as really creepy rather than romantic in this movie especially. Steve has basically turned into Jay Gatsby, idealizing a single person to the point of unhealthy obsession as a representative of a perfect past that never existed. Excuse my lit nerd self but, "You can't repeat the part old sport." Steve apprently never fucking read it because he turns out to be a complete hypocrite to the support group he ran.
Look I'm all for Steve getting a happy ending but him returning to the 1940's goes against every message of "moving on" and "accepting the end" that permeates throughout the movie. And it goes against the Captain America story as well. Steve's man out of time story is the ultimate story about grief.
Sometimes the worst does happen and you lose people in your life. At that point only thing you can do is lay down in defeat or you pick yourself up and continue to live. Steve in every other marvel universe has forged new connection both with the Avengers and outside of it. He finds a family, he falls in love, he grows to love the time he lives in cluding the culture, art, music, food, etc. He's the poster child of the resislience of the human spirit and the ability to cope with tragedy. He shows that there is a life to be lived, even when it feels like everything is over. Honestly as someone who lost a close family member I found comfort in Steve's journey. It showed me there was strength to be had and a future waiting.
This movie spits in the face of that message and pretty much says,. "Oh something tragic happened to you? Don't move forward, dig your heels into the ground, refuse new experiences, and obsess about the past"
"Lost someone in your life it's cool lol just turn back fucking time and it's aaaaaallll good"
Like how is that supposed to make me feel? Steve abandoned everyone else in his life for one person. You're telling me Steve left Sam, who had been by Steve's side supporting him through thick and thin even when it got him thrown in jail??? That Steve left Bucky? The man he gave up his sheild, team, and one of his closest friend's trust for? All of his other friends including the other avengers plus whoever else he connected with in that support group?
Honestly I think part of what spurred Steve to make this move was the death of both Tony and Natasha, two of his closest friends. Those were serious blows that might have made him act irrationally but the Russo's frame his act as a good decision. (Part of me would kind of love it if we got a short that revealed Steve made a huge mistake and he and Peggy actually didn't make it long in a serious relationship and that he realizes how much being stuck in the 1940's fucking sucks when your used to google, rock n roll, vaccines, and good food lmao shows him that the past is always rose tinted)
A good ending for Steve would be for him to get the help he needs and learning to finally let go of the past and enjoy his present. Forge new connections and valuing the ones he already had. Honestly my perfect Steve ending would them showing us him at a bowling night or something lmao. Okay maybe he passes the sheild to Sam because he knows his heart can't take being at war constantly. He decide to pursue his passion. Maybe take a note from the comics and he picks up his art career again. Maybe be meets a nice new boy/girl and settles down. He lives a civilian life. He gets to go home and live in anonomiously. (Of course my actual perfect Steve ending is him finding a family in the Avengers and leading then throughout the years in various roles but Chris Evans contract is expiring and we need to get him out of the picture)
Uhg in summary this ending just feels really insulting and cheap to anybody who has ever actually lost someone tragically. And it really twists Steve and makes him look like a total fucking creep. Mcu Steve is probably the saddest of Steve's because he was never allowed to move on. And a story about a severely depressed Captain America with PTSD actually has the potential to say something greater about those mental illnesses. Something that would show, yes it does get better eventually and that in order to do so you need to get the proper help and create coping methods. Instead it's just hand waved with a return to the past.
I'm a huge Captain America fan and this ending honestly spoils the character for me a bit. At least this version of him. In my eyes, this will never be the true ending and to keep my sanity that's the way it'll have to be.
Sorry this got so long but I needed to get this out. This character means a lot to me and I needed to fully voice why this creative decision felt so shallow and wrong.
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Episode 107: I Saw the Sign - details
Episode Summary
Liz splits her time between working in the lab and hanging out with Mama Deluca, Maria, and Alex. Max storms around angry most of the episode, and Michael is just trying to be there for Isobel. Meanwhile, Mimi Deluca is saying a bunch of stuff that could be true, or could be a Will Smith movie.
Details - this is not an exhaustive list of every single detail, just just a few that might be important now or later.
Flashback to alien autopsy July 17, 1947 (Original crash in Episode one was June 14, 1947)
This body does not look decomposed at all, but it’s been a month since the crash.
Lt. Colonel Harlan Manes, acting director of Project Shepherd is overseeing the autopsy.
Or maybe “autopsy” isn’t the right word since they basically say they’re going to tear the body apart and catolog everything.
It looks like a female human body with the face and most other parts covered.
The body has what looks like a scar of the alien symbol on the left hand.
AND some kind of organ or device they pull out of the stomach that has a glowing thing in it.
At Max’s house
Max and Cam slept together, but he’s surprised to see she stayed the night. He has to get up to have his “mental fitness” evaluated by “a suit”
Max tells her he’s “latrophobic” proving once again what a nerd he is because he could’ve just said he’s afraid of doctors.
Manes has texted Cam asking if she’s on board to help him gather intel.
At the bar
Mimi Deluca walks in while Maria is training someone to work at the bar.
Mimi says, “The aliens are here. they have been for years, they've been hiding in plain sight. I’ve seen their ship glowing in the night.”
At the police station
Liz gives her statement to Cam again, but doesn’t give away an alien details. She claims not to know what Wyatt was talking about when he asked her who she told. She also says she didn’t call Max.
Meanwhile Max is trying to convince the suit to let him get back to work by being angry and telling him shooting Wyatt was justified. The suit is not impressed.
When Liz walks by Max without a word on her way out, he tells Cam “Liz Ortecho is my hurricane” because he’s nothing if not SUPER DRAMATIC.
Outside the police station
Liz runs into Isobel, and refuses to accept the apologies Isobel is trying to make. If she can’t even remember why she did it, how can she be sure she won’t do something like that again?
Isobel wants to know why she hasn’t told the cops yet - it’s been a week.
Liz says that there’s no justice for her family because if she reports anything it’ll lead back to her father and get him deported.
She also says that if Isobel hurts anyone now, it’s on her hands too because now she’s keeping their secret.
In the lab
Liz has been working and ignoring her friends, so Alex comes by to call her out on it. He asks if she’s talked to Maria about the stuff she’s been going through.
At the bar
Mimi is describing the movie Independence Day to Maria like it really happened, and when Maria tells her it’s only a movie she says, “Don’t be such a buzzkill, sweetheart.”
When Liz arrives, Mimi thinks she’s Rosa. When Maria tells her it’s Liz, she says she hasn’t seen her since high school.
Except... she wouldn’t have seen Rosa in just as long, on account of her being dead, and all.
We learn that at some point, Mimi used to talk Liz, Maria, and Alex to the drive-in every weekend.
At the airstream
Isobel is afraid she's gonna hurt someone else. She had a blackout last week so she's afraid she can't trust herself.
Michael is trying to reassure her that it’ll be fine, he’ll make sure nothing happens.
But Isobel says, "there's some thing inside of me that doesn't care what I believe. and I'm terrifed what it's gonna do next."
At the bar
Maria tells Liz that Mimi hasn’t been diagnosed with anything. The doctors can’t find anything wrong.
They’ve tested for various diseases of the brain, as well as toxins.
At the hospital
Max is angrily interrogating Wyatt even though he’s not technically on duty.
Wyatt claims to remember nothing about what happened. He says he drank, passed out, and woke up in the hospital.
Cam shoos Max out when it’s clear he’s not doing anything but being angry, and she asks Wyatt to write his statement out.
Instead, Wyatt absent-mindedly draws the alien symbol on the paper without looking down at it. But he says he doesn’t even know what it is.
At the diner
Mimi mistakes Liz for Rosa again, Maria goes to get some air and Liz follows, leaving Alex alone with her.
She says, “You have a worried face. You didn't use to have that face. You have a secret”
Alex answers that he’s already come out to her like 7 times.
Mimi tells him that his aura looks like his dad’s. She tells him, “I grew up with Jesse Manes and I knew the very day that he learned too much because he came to school with the darkest energy around him. Energy from another place.”
When Alex asks what place, she answers, “Something broke in this town once. Long ago. And the pieces shattered. We aren't meant to touch things from another world, Alex. The other world creeps into us and makes us ugly inside. Don't let it do to you what it did to your father. What it did to poor sweet Jimmy Valenti.”
When Alex asks about Jim Valenti, she tells him that he cheats on his wife. (Which now Alex knows to be true.)
At Max’s house
Michael is waiting for Max so they can talk about Isobel, but Max wants him to leave because he’s still super pissed that they drove Liz out of town.
Max tells Michael, “You are not my family. You are not my friend. So get off my property.”
When Michael says Isobel needs them, he tells him, “I'm pretty sure you two have been just fine figuring things out on your own, leaving me in the dark about my own life.”
Which is pretty ironic considering how Max acts later in this episode, trying to make decisions for Isobel.
When Michael tries to defend their decision, Max brings up Alex Manes, “What if it had been Alex manes? Hmm? What if the reason Alex left town that summer was me?"
Michael wants to know how long he’s known about that, but Max doesn’t answer him. So Michael admits that if Max had been the reason Alex went off to war, he’d hate him.
Noah comes over later when Max is arguing with the Sheriff over the phone, and wants to talk about Isobel.
Max is surprised to learn that Noah kicked her out, but tells Noah he’s probably better off.
Because he’s super mad at Isobel and Michael right now.
And apparently he’s been avoiding them all week.
At the drive-in
Mimi predicts that this year Alex will get a beagle.
When she does a reading on Liz, she mistakes her for Rosa again, and so Liz pretends to be Rosa and talks about how great her life has been the past ten years.
Later on, Mimi and Liz are talking, and again, Mimi thinks she’s talking to Rosa and asks, “What happened with the blonde? The rotten one. The one you said was hunting you? You said that you knew her secrets. She confessed something to you. It scared you. You wouldn't tell me what it was, but you said you were thinking about telling your father."
This leads Liz to believe that Rosa knew about Isobel being an alien.
Mimi continues talking to Liz saying, “Everything changed when Isobel told Rosa her secret, Liz. She was so scared. Rosa knew what I knew and the truth was terrifying.”
then she starts describing Independence Day
Liz has to run to the lab, but Maria asks her to meet up with them at Sunset Mesa Assisted Living instead of back at the drive-in.
At Max’s house
Noah calls Max and informs him that if he goes after Wyatt, the lawyers will dig into Max and the people he cares about, and learn that he’s been protecting Arturo instead of reporting him to ICE.
Max is... of course... super angry about that.
Later on, Cam comes over to drop off Max’s stuff and calls off their booty calls forever.
They have beer together outside, and Cam tells the story of her sister Charlie getting into trouble and getting locked up. She then tries to get Max to talk about his alien symbol tattoo.
But Max insists that it’s just something that has no meaning that he used to doodle as a kid.
When she shows him that Wyatt drew the symbol on a paper instead of writing his statement, he storms off to try to choke the life out of him.
Because he’s angry.
At the hospital
Max arrives to choke Wyatt and accuse him of coming after Liz to get to him.
But Liz interrupts him and takes him back to her lab to question his character.
She points out that he’s a hypocrite to go after Wyatt while letting Isobel free.
When he sees vials of his blood, she admits that she’s working on a serum to neutralize alien powers to protect against Isobel because she’s dangerous and something has to be done.
Guess what Max is? Yes, he’s angry. He storms off.
At the airstream
Max apologizes to Michael for throwing Alex in his face and then wants to talk about Isobel.
He suggests to Michael that they leave and start over somewhere else because Liz is making a poison to protect herself and they have no way of knowing if Isobel is going to try to kill someone again.
Because apparently making decisions for someone else is okay, as long as your name is Max Evans and you believe you’re right. I see you, Max.
Isobel emerges from the airstream like a queen and tells them to stop making decisions for her. From now on, she’s going to make her own decisions because they suck at it.
She thinks Liz is right about her being dangerous, and wants to make sure that she can’t hurt anyone. Running isn’t the answer since whatever is in her will still be with her wherever she goes.
At the hospital
Isobel is being put on a temporary psych hold and she’ll be locked up so she won’t be able to hurt anyone.
Apparently Kyle helped Max arrange it because he owes him.
Later, we see Noah show up because Max called him.
Noah tells Max he won’t give up on his wife.
At the bar
Michael needs a drink but the bar is closed. Maria lets him stay for one drink and no talking.
She starts to cry, and Michael side-hugs her.
At the lab
Max goes back to the lab to tell Liz that they’ve locked Isobel up for now, so there’s no need to poison her.
Liz says she’s going to get rid of the serum because she wants to help people with science and not hurt them.
Max tells her that’s a mistake and says, “Maybe you can figure out a way to end all this. Make us normal. You were right earlier. Isobel's dangerous. We all are. My sense of fairness and justice does not apply to my family. I thought I was more principled than that, but the three of us are all alone together. And I can't give up on them, ever. But if something happens and I can't protect you and Isobel at the same time, you should have a way to protect yourself.”
At the police station
Cam is looking at the photos of the lightning burns on the transformers from the blackout and remembers the mark Max made at the hospital.
She also looks at the alien symbol Wyatt drew.
Then she texts Manes and tells him to look into Max Evans.
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Heroes & Villains
Summary: Lexi Wilson crossover story. Things aren't always as they seem and Lexi is definitely not in Kansas anymore. Will it take a villain to understand a villain? Who determines the villain status? After all, there's two sides to every story.
As a child,
in every book she ever reads,
the dragon witch's daughter chooses
the side of the dragon,
the witch, the evil sorcerer,
because from an early age she knows
that just because other people
may say someone is bad,
it does not mean there is not
some good in them too. -Nikita Gill
"Let me get this straight," the man with black hair on the other side of the plexiglass begins, "you're just a bartender from Kansas?"
The man is wearing a Rolling Stones t-shirt with dark jeans and he crosses his arms as he stares at Lexi with uncertainty.
"Yea," she replies coldly.
"Because, I know my hand to hand combat, and the way you took down my friend," he continues, "says you're not just a bartender."
The girl in the cell looks at him with annoyance, "You just told me you're Iron Man, and the friggin' Avengers are real, which one of us has the least believable story here?"
"Yea, but I have the suit," he responds smugly.
"Could be cosplay," she replies, "I'm supposed to believe someone out there takes your life events and turns them into comics and movies?"
As soon as the words come out of her mouth, she immediately thinks of the Supernatural series Charlie had made her read. Technically, it could happen, and if it was popular enough be turned into shows and movies…all of this was suddenly making her head hurt.
"Okay," Lexi sighs heavily, "let's pretend you are Tony Stark. Why did you kidnap me?"
The look on his face drops as he pulls a device from his pocket and projects a video onto the side of the plexiglass for Lexi to see, "Because of this."
The video was taken a week ago and in it Lexi is seen using her powers against what appear to be a defenseless mother and a boy, who looks no older than thirteen. The video only shows the mother and child from the back, but the rage is evident in Lexi's face.
The girl drops her head and closes her eyes, her voice barely above a whisper, "It's not what it looks like."
"Tell me what is then," he says, and she detects a touch of sincerity there.
She cuts her eyes up to look at him, her anger evident, "Doesn't matter, you won't believe me."
Tony watches her as she drops her gaze away again and he stashes his phone back in his pocket before he turns and walks away from the cell. He walks up the stairs and into a small office where a woman with short red hair sits on the edge of a desk and a taller man with long blond hair stands, having watched his interaction with Lexi from the monitor in front of them.
"What do you think?" the blonde questions him.
"I think there's something she's not telling us," Tony remarks.
"Maybe next time," the red head begins, "try talking first, instead of attacking."
"Really Romanoff?" Tony looks at her in exasperation, "Going soft, are we?"
She narrows her eyes at the man as she ignores his remark, saying instead, "How do you plan on getting the truth from her?"
Tony plops down on the couch against the wall, running his hand across his face in frustration, "I don't know."
"I may know a way," the blonde-haired man speaks up after a moment and the other two people in the room look at him expectantly, "you're not going to like it."
"I must say brother," the black-haired man says as Tony and Thor lead him toward the cell, "this is an odd request."
"We just want the truth Loki," Thor begins, pulling his brother by the cuffs on his wrists, "Stark thinks there's more to the girl's story."
"So, the man of iron does have a heart," Loki jokes as they come to a stop in front of the cell.
Tony rolls his eyes at the remark as he says, "Friday, open the cell."
Lexi looks up to see two new unfamiliar faces accompanying Stark this time. A tall man with blonde hair takes hand cuffs from a man with long black hair before he places a firm hand on his back and shoves him into the cell with her. Lexi's body stiffens as the plexiglass door seals shut behind him.
"Hello," he says giving Lexi the fakest of smiles.
"What's going on?" she questions Stark.
"Well, since you won't tell us," Tony begins, "Reindeer Games is going to look at your memories from the day of the incident, so we know what actually happened. Friday, power down the damper inside the cell please."
"Yes boss," the AI responds.
Thor's in jeans and a t-shirt like Stark, while Loki's dressed in an all-black suit, no doubt to try and fit in with mortals, but it only makes him stand out amongst everyone in the room. He takes a step toward Lexi and she stands up quickly, one hand reaching for the pendant around her neck instinctively.
"Don't," she warns him, clutching the stone in her hand.
She wears the pendant Rowena made her as a safety precaution. Evan's been helping her gain better control of her powers as they relate to her emotions, but the pendant makes her feel at ease.
Loki looks back at Thor with his hands at his sides, "No one thought to ask her first?"
"Look Kim Possible," Tony says, "it's either coming from you or him, but one way or another I'm getting the whole story. I know that look and I know you're hiding something."
Lexi slips the pendant from around her neck and drops it to the cot beside her as she says, "Look Tin Man, I don't take orders from anyone. There are things out there you wouldn't understand, so how about you, Scarecrow, and Toto here drop me back in Kansas and leave me the hell alone."
Thor and Tony share offended glances at the references she uses for them as Loki rolls his eyes, before saying, "That's not going to happen. They're very persistent."
"He's right," Tony agrees with the man in black.
"Look," Loki begins, holding out one hand, palm up in a peaceful gesture, "if you'll just come sit down."
He takes another step towards her and Lexi uses her arm to fling him backwards into the plexiglass wall. Both men outside the cell look at Loki with their eyes wide in shock as he gathers himself up off the floor; the only thing injured is his pride, and he looks back at Lexi with a mischievous smirk.
"What are you?" He questions, excitement evident in his voice.
Lexi's eyes narrow at his peaked interest in her as Stark responds, "I was thinking maybe the result of a Hydra experiment, like Wanda."
Loki glances to his brother and Tony with a shake of his head, "Oh, she's no experiment."
Lexi's heart begins to race as the man in black looks back at her and an uneasy feeling washes over. He looks at her as if he knows something she doesn't.
"That is raw power," he says in admiration, "this little witch is pure."
"Should we leave him in there?" Tony questions Thor under his breath, unsure about Loki's sudden appreciation for the girl.
"I'm just a natural witch," Lexi replies to Loki, "like fourth generation or some shit."
Loki laughs, "My dear, you're more than that, so much more."
Lexi raises a curious eyebrow at his statement, "What makes you think that?"
"Because I was raised by a witch," Loki shares a sentimental glance with his brother, "one of the most powerful in all the realms. She had this fire in her soul, you could see it in her eyes, especially when she was working with magic. It was truly remarkable, and I can see that same fire in your eyes."
"Just so we're on the same page," Stark begins, whispering to Thor, "she's a witch?"
Lexi stands on the far side of the cell, leaning against the plexiglass wall as she stares at the staircase where Stark and the Asgardian had ascended earlier, her pendant in her hands. Loki sits on the opposite side of the cell in the floor, his legs stretched out in front of him, ankles crossed, and his back supported by the wall.
He watches her curiously and asks, "Heavy thoughts?"
She glances over at the man in the floor and remembers the cuffs he was wearing earlier. He's a prisoner just as much as she is, of course he is, he's Loki Laufeyson, he's a villain…a monster. At least that's what everyone is made to believe, but then again, anyone given the footage Stark has of her would think she's a monster too.
She folds her arms across her chest and leans back against the wall, "I only recently found out about my powers. Another witch bound them when I was born, to protect me, and it's still new to me, but I'm just thinking about how I've spent the majority of my life hunting monsters and look at me now."
"The way I see it mortals tend to turn their heroes into villains when they feel they can no longer understand them," Loki replies sympathetically.
"They don't know what's out there," she states, "if people knew the truth…knew what was out there, it'd be hysteria."
"Why not tell Stark?" he questions. "He seems to be on your side."
"He threw me in a cell," she says coldly, "how's that on my side?"
Loki gives her a nod of understanding with a soft smile as if remembering something fondly, "That's something else you and Mother share."
"What?" Lexi questions.
"Your ability to carry both your darkness and your strength equally well," he responds.
Lexi has had men compliment her before and she would estimate that ninety-five percent of them were doing it in with one main goal in mind, the same goal on most men's minds. The other five percent belonged to the very few men in her life whose words were actually food for her soul. She would have never imagined this man in black to fall into that five percent.
She walks quietly along the plexiglass wall until she's near the God of Mischief and she eases herself into the floor to sit back against the wall perpendicular to the one he's sitting against as she says, "I'll let you see what I've seen…what's out there…see what actually happened that day."
"You know I'm required to tell my brother and Stark," he responds.
"I know," she replies, "but you haven't looked at me like I'm the bad guy."
"I'm not here to pass judgement," he responds with a smirk, "after all, I am just a villain."
Lexi gives him a small, almost supportive smile, "Aren't we all the villain in someone else's story?"
"A witch?" the red head questions with an incredulous look on her face.
"Yep," Stark replies as he watches Lexi sitting in the corner with trickster. He glances back to the man with long-blonde hair, "Why is she talking to him?"
Thor looks confused as he furrows his brow, "Isn't that what we wanted?"
"Yes," Tony states quickly, "No, I wanted him to pull the memory from the day of the accident, not make friendship bracelets."
The other man laughs in disbelief, "Loki doesn't have friends."
"Of course not," Stark responds, "he's a bad guy, I should probably go down there though."
"No Tony," Natasha interrupts, "you only seem to make things worse. Thor, he's your brother."
"Adopted," the man corrects her, and Natasha gives him a look and he sighs, "Fine."
Thor approaches the cell and can see Loki has moved to sit across from the girl in the floor, his legs folded under him and he has a hand on either side of her head at her temples. They both have their eyes closed and the man waits patiently as his brother ventures through the girl's head.
Loki opens his eyes as he sits back slowly, his face looking at her in awe, "How intriguing."
"I told you," Lexi confirms, having seen the flashes of the various monsters she's faced through the years that Loki had just saw in her memories.
The sound of the plexiglass door opening makes both occupants look up as Thor enters, the door closing behind him. Lexi notices he's carrying his hammer in one hand, a precaution she assumes.
"Care if I join you?" he questions as he sits down in the floor opposite of them, crossing his legs under him and placing his hammer on the floor next to him.
"Of course not, Brother," Loki says, then glances back at the girl, "I trust him. He should see for himself; they'll take his word for it easier than they will mine."
Lexi nods her understanding and the man in black reaches one hand back to her temple and then one to his brother's, allowing her memories to flow through him. After a few moments Loki lowers his hands and Thor's eyes jerk open and he looks startled by the visions he's just seen. All the monsters, including the woman and child in the video Stark had, they weren't human at all, they were a creature the likes he'd never seen before.
"I'm sorry," is all he can manage to say, realizing they had been wrong about the situation.
Suddenly an alarm in the building starts to sound as a red light from some corner of the room begins to flash as Friday's voice announces through the speaker system, "Boss, we have two dead men who have managed to gain access to the facility."
The three people in the floor look at each other in confusion as a loud explosion is heard.
"Friday, open the cell!" Thor orders the AI as the three of them jump up quickly, ready for a fight. He reaches for his hammer but finds it not on the floor where he left it as the cell door slides open.
Lexi watches as daggers manifest in the man in black's hands magically and her eyes widen in excitement.
"I'd much rather have one of those," she says looking at Loki with a smile, pointing at his blades, as both men realize she's gripping Mjolnir in her right hand.
Thor's face drops, "But…you're so small."
"But she's worthy," Loki says in almost a sing-song voice, then smirks to the dark-haired girl, "oh, the tricks I could teach you little witch."
Tony and Natasha are rushing down the steps, the man already clad in the iron suit and the woman aiming her pistol as she searches for the intruders. They both stop for a moment upon seeing the small dark-haired girl in the cell surrounded by the two larger gods, holding Mjolnir in her hand.
"Friday, I need a picture of this," Tony says quickly, "Cap's not going to believe it."
"Oh, I'm never letting Thor live this down," Nat says with a smirk.
The three of them make their way out of the cell, before the side door closest to them is kicked in and two men enter with their weapons drawn. Lexi's face lights up and she hands the man beside her his hammer back.
"They're here for me," she says grinning.
The dark-haired girl begins to run across the small space to the men who have just entered the room and Tony lifts his arm up, repulsor ready to fire, but he hesitates as the girl hugs the first man who entered the room.
"Stark," Thor states commandingly from across the room, "let her go."
Lexi looks at the blonde man from where she stands and gives him a smile, Dean's holding his pistol up with his right hand and uses his left arm to move her further behind him protectively. Loki smiles to her as well holding up one hand as a good-bye.
"Thank you," she mouths to him.
"Did that really just happen?" Sam questions, once they're back in the Impala and speeding away from the facility.
"Yep," Lexi replies from the backseat.
"I thought that was all comic books and movies," Dean says as he whips the car onto the main road.
"I suppose it's like if the Supernatural books had been turned into blockbuster films," she responds, "You're still you, but there's also a film version."
They both begin to nod their understanding and Sam looks back at her, "Wait! You've read them too?"
"Of course," she says grinning, "Charlie bought me a set for Christmas."
The two men roll their eyes before Dean looks at Lexi through the rearview mirror.
"Tracking chip in the pendant," he begins, "that was really smart."
She smirks, "People always take the cell phone first, I figured it wouldn't hurt to have a back-up plan in place. Technically, it's like I'm microchipped."
"You told her," he looks over at his younger brother in annoyance.
"Of course, I did," Sam replies with a smirk.
A few weeks later…
Lexi's phone rings as she pulls the pizza out of her oven. She quickly turns the oven off and answer the video chat from an Unknown caller. Tony Stark's face appears on her phone screen. Lexi immediately looks annoyed.
"Hi," he says with an apologetic smile, "I think we got off on the wrong foot."
"We did?" she begins in annoyance, "I'm sorry, did I kidnap you and throw you in a cell for a crime you didn't commit?"
Tony purses his lips, "In my defense, you know what it looked like from my end."
"And that justified grabbing me after I got off work that day?" she retorts.
The black-haired man looks down a little in shame, "Not my finest moment. Look, Thor told me what he and Loki saw. What you actually do…and I owe you an apology…and a thank you."
There's a moment of silence as Lexi considers his words.
"I accept your apology," she replies, "and you're welcome."
"I have a feeling there might be more out there that neither one of us are aware of," Tony says forebodingly, "If it came to it, I'd like to know I'd have you on my side of the fight."
Lexi tilts her head curiously as she thinks about it and Tony grins knowingly.
"Ok, bribery it is," Tony says, "Go to your door."
Lexi narrows her eyes at the man, but she does as she's told out of curiosity and opens her door to find the God of Mischief standing there.
"Surprise," he grins as he walks into the house and Lexi looks at Stark in her phone in confusion.
"Um…what?"
"It's been brought to my attention that there's several tricks you haven't learned," Tony states, "I'll give you free reign to learn from Reindeer Games himself, as long as I can count on you if I need to."
Lexi glances from Loki back to her phone, "So, will that make me like an honorary Avenger?"
"Something like that," Tony replies with a grin.
"I thought you were a prisoner?" Lexi questions Loki, who's standing beside her.
"Oh," Tony interrupts matter-of-factly, "he still is. He's not really there, just an illusion, go ahead, touch him."
Loki smiles as he holds out his hand for Lexi to lay hers on top of, but her hand goes straight through his and her eyes widen, "Okay then."
"Do we have a deal?" Stark questions her.
Lexi thinks for a moment, the dagger trick, the illusions, it would definitely come in handy, "Yea, it's a deal. I'll be on your third-string line-up."
"Good," he replies, then adds with more compassion than before, "and I really am sorry for what happened. I hope I can make it up to you."
She nods her understanding in the phone before Stark ends the call and she lays her cell on the bar. She turns back to the life-like illusion in her kitchen.
"Well," Loki begins, "where do we start?"
Lexi points to her oven, "I'm going to start with that pizza over there, I'd offer you some, but…"
She shrugs her shoulders and smirks before she turns and walks away to finish making her lunch.
Loki furrows his brow and mutters to himself, "Well this should be fun."
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disney channel is going downhill: a rant.
Growing up in the early 2000s, I feel as though as a child, I witnessed the peak of Disney Channel entertainment. Hannah Montana, The Suite Life of Zack and Cody, and That’s So Raven were just a few of the wonderfully relatable and entertaining shows I watched as a kid. The shows that Disney channel used to play tackled feminism, racism, body positivity, and had very diverse casts. The Disney Channel of the early 2000s sent some very positive messages to its young viewers long before we were old enough to understand how much we needed them. While a few newer kids shows may have some positive lessons or anecdotes in their episodes, the older shows seemed to more actively seek out opportunities to enlighten young audiences about what it means to be strong, well-rounded, and confident, no matter what their situation may be.
Back then, we had “That’s So Raven”, that not only featured a black female lead who was as bold as she was hilarious, was also unafraid to tackle issues like body shaming and racism in ways that felt natural. Raven taught us that people come in all shapes, sizes, and colors, and that we’re all beautiful. This shows in Season 2 Episode 8 of the show, released in April 2004, where Raven is excited over a vision of herself modeling her own clothes for a fashion show, until the magazine that sponsors it photoshops someone else's body over hers. Her body has been altered, and she appears much thinner than she really is. She is upset that her own body was not used, and also that the head of the agency only believes that there is only one look for all models. The fashion show director didn’t want Raven to model because she thought she was “plus size.”, and that apparently wasn’t good enough. In the end Raven stands up for herself and proves that it’s what’s on the inside that really counts, not the outside.
The channel also had a similar episode on Season 2 Episode 34 of the show the Suite Life of Zack and Cody, released in March 2007, where London and Maddie get insulted by Francesca (one of London's rich friends) while trying on clothes for a fashion show that they would both be participating in and then, after taking what she said and looking at themselves in a mirror that distorts their images (which can be seen as a reference to body dysmorphic disorder), both London and Maddie decide that they need to handle their weight issues before participating in a fashion show. London vows to lose weight and Maddie decides she must eat more to avoid being underweight. After London starves herself to the point of dizziness, while doing continuous laps around the hotel lobby, and Maddie has eaten several fast food burgers in a single day, the two prepare for the show, though as a result of their extreme methods, they both mess up their chance on stage. Afterwards, they discover that even London’s “perfect friend” Francesca has been stuffing her bra. This causes the two girls to agree that they are perfect the way they are, because nobody's perfect, saying, ‘What were we thinking? We were starving and stuffing ourselves, and we didn’t even need to do it. We should just be happy with the way we look. Next time one of your snarky friends makes a comment, let’s remind ourselves that we are perfect just the way we are.”
Along with tackling physical issues, Disney Channel had shows and movies with strong leading roles played by women like Kim Possible and Wendy Woo from "Wendy Woo Homecoming Warrior" that taught us that girls can be tough and powerful too. Lizzie McGuire was so feminist that "subtle" isn't even an appropriate adjective. The show regularly dealt with the pressures of gender stereotypes, while exploring exactly what it meant to be a young woman exploring her identity.. It had Alex Russo from Wizards of Waverly Place, a character full of confidence, smarts, and wit, who constantly surpassed the low expectations that society had set for her in the show. Her deep exploration of her identity could get pretty inspiring. Kim Possible taught some important feminist life lessons by teaching young women that it's totally cool to be a sassy overachiever, and you don’t have to be a man to be a hero.
All of these shows show that even though things might not be so good right now, everything will be okay in the end. They taught us how to react in certain situations, and how to handle the really hard ones. I still think back to episodes from my childhood when I find myself in a situation similar to one that I saw in one of my beloved shows, and because of them, I know what to do to make everything okay, or at least easier.
In the early 2000s, it felt as though disney were ahead of their time. Many people like to claim, and I agree, that 2010 was when everything began to go downhill. In Season 1 Episode 7 of the show Shake it Up released in December 2010, the two main character’s Rocky and CeCe attend a party, where they are serving food to the supermodel guests. While serving, a supermodel approaches them and says, “You are adorable! I could just eat you guys up. You know- if I ate.” And goes on to laugh with her entourage. Former Disney Star Demi Lovato, who had left her own show “Sonny With A Chance” to deal with her own struggles with an eating disorder, tweeted about the joke, “I find it really funny how a company can lose one of their actresses from the pressures of an eating disorder and yet still make joke about that very disease,” Demi noted at the time, referencing her own very public battle with the disease. She also asked, “What are we promoting here? #notfunnyATALL.” This episode was a sad thing to see, seeing as in the past, we had Raven Baxter, London Tipton, and Maddie Fitzpatrick teaching us that jokes like that were not okay. That same year, in Season 1 Episode 9 of So Random!, more eating disorder jokes were said. In one of the sketches, a girl has her boyfriend meeting her family for the first time. She tells them, “Angus only eats one full meal a week ask him why” to which Angus replies, “My agents always on me about looking my best. She says to me “Ang-y, if you eat too many carbs, you won’t get the jobs. And I said “I knooow”.” But that’s not all! In an episode of Dog with a Blog (which, yes, is about a talking dog who runs a blog), the mother says, “I've been bitten, scratched, mauled, and puked on. And only one of those was self inflicted." implying that she made herself throw up, making light of the eating disorder, bulimia. If you didn’t think it could get worse- you’re in for a surprise! In an episode of the show Jessie, a character in a Zebra costume can be seen running away from a zebra. The zebra ends up catching him, and one of the kids witnessing the attack calmly states, “dressed like that, you were asking for it.” Why was that comment needed on a children’s show, Disney? What message are you trying to portray there? That if you dress a certain way, you’re “asking for it”? I don’t think so.
Nowadays, the shows are filled with fake jokes and contrived situations that no one can believe or relate to. The kids in the shows wear tons of makeup and layers upon layers of fancy clothes. Miley Stewart only wore lots of makeup when she was performing as Hannah Montana. Even Sharpay Evans of East High had all the glitz and glam, but she wasn't over the top with makeup and her clothes.Why are the kids in shows like "Liv and Maddie" and "Jessie" dressing like adults and acting like they have real world adult problems; it seems like they've just skipped over their innocent childhood years.
Along with continuously being problematic and lacking real lessons for the audience to learn, current Disney Channel shows also lack substance. Every show is the same! Looking at the shows now, the actors & actresses look more materialistic and over the top. The channel now has unrealistic storylines, where as the shows in the 2000’s had real-life storylines that were more relatable to us. Even the character’s themselves now lack substance, and with most show’s you can easily point out the stereotypical “smart kid”, “dumb kid”, “popular kid”, etc.
Luckily, Disney has attempted to redeem themselves with show’s such as Girl Meets World, a remake of the infamous Boy Meets World, which tackles similar issues to the ones seen in older Disney shows that we all know and love. That show got cancelled after only a few seasons though, unfortunately, but Disney then released the show Andi Mack, which is about a girl named Andi who on her 13th birthday discovers that her sister is actually her mother who had her when she was young. One of the main characters also recently came out as gay, and I hope that this trend will continue on with more Disney Channel shows in the future. But, I guess we’ll have to wait and see.
Like the great Hannah Montana once said, Everybody makes mistakes, everybody has those days, everybody knows what I’m talking about, everybody gets that way. Nobody’s perfect, and I wish Disney Channel would remember that, instead of shoving show’s about a dog who runs a blog down children’s throats. Not to mention how they let a horribly problematic YouTuber influencing the youth of today with his wildly inappropriate content on to one of their shows, but that’s a whole other rant for another day.
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-- After pretty much everyone arrives in the house... tension is high --
~ Kitty ~
Robin wasn’t a very well known man unless you paid attention to foreign films ( he was in plenty of European movies), were a fan of grunge rock (The Band he was in was fairly popular but he wasn’t the lead singer - instead he was the guitarist) or knew his brothers coming from a family of socialites. These reasons were why most of the house members didn’t really know who he was save for the thirsty ones who saw his instagram or those who knew he had a relationship with Kitty when she was younger before Harry. When she was growing up they were friends, there families often vacationing together and love blossomed between them, fizzling out to soon when career takeoffs came about and she ballooned into a huge star.
Robin however still had much more then lingering feelings for the white haired singer. He was in love with her and despite the years trying to get over her, he could never fully let go of her. They still spoke constantly, he showed up to her shows, wrote songs with her, credited her on being his best friend and wrote several songs dedicated to her (although he never out right told her that), thats why he was outside in the summer heat sword fighting with sticks like they used to do when they were children.
“Got you!” She shouted victoriously as Robin came back from his daydream feeling the stick poke into his side. He dropped to his knees clutching his side dramatically.
“Lady Kara, you fiend.” He declares loudly causing her to giggle and his smile to break through the dramatics. “You have defeated me” he falls on his back, looking up at her, she looked just like an angel. Her hair perfectly framed her face as the bright sun shown like a halo around her head. “You may have my kingdom!”
“I won fair and square sir robin” she mimicked his British accent and pretended to plant her sword stick into the ground “I claim this land for the kingdom of Morrose!”
“I will get my kingdom back” he gasped dramatically before closing his eyes and playing dead. He heard her giggle, the sound making him smile before opening his eyes surprised to see her so close to his face. “Always a pleasure fighting with you.”
“Pleasures all mine.” she grabbed his hand and went to pull him up when another name called out to her. Robin got to his feet wiping his dirtied hands on his pants and fixing the flower crown in Kittys hair while she watched who approached her. He looked at Harry quizzically hearing kitty sigh slightly.
“Want me to stay?” He asked defensively already moving to be in front of her but she shook her head.
“No its okay.” She said as Harry approached eyeing Robin. Harry never truly liked robin and really only tolerated him for the fact that he was close with Kitty. But anyone with eyes could see how much robin liked her and he had no idea how Evan put up with him.. maybe it was for the same reason he did. Kitty was innocent and it seemed like ruining her relationship with Robin would be a bad idea however now it didn’t seem so bad.
“Hey kit, can we talk?” Harry asked taking his eyes off Robin and looking down at the shorter girl. “we can sit by the water.” Kitty shifted looking at the bench not to far from them and politely nodded. Robin watched them walk away making sure to stay close just incase he had to bash the face of Harry in. Something he wanted to do ever since the boy broke her heart two years ago and was trying to pull her in only to push her back away.
“Kitty can I tell you how beautiful you look? even in simple clothes you look like a million dollars.”
“I’d rather you didn’t” She said quietly not looking at him but rather at the water, the waves crashing in rhythm.
“Well you do” he said and they sat in silence. He went to put his hand close to hers so she placed both of her hands in a neat clasp on her legs, Robin clutching the stick he was using as a sword moments ago and was ready to use it as a bat. Harrys name practically carved into it. “I just wanted to say-”
“Before you say what you want to say.” she said finally looking at him, her blue eyes meeting his green ones. “I want to tell you something. I support you Harry, I buy all your music, I vote for you when I can and I still respect you as an artist however, I don’t want you to continue to pursue me anymore. Isn’t it getting tiring?” he looked at her a bit stunned but couldn’t find the words to say anything. “I love Evan, I loved you but you cheated on me and while I was your friend I don’t even really want to be that anymore. I won’t be rude to you and I don’t want to ruin your time in this house but you need to understand my stance is unchanging.”
“You said that before.”
“And I was naive and missed you.” She said shaking her head and looking back at Robin who took it as a sign to move over to her still clutching the stick. She looked back at Harry who's expression was cold as he looked at Robin no longer registering what kitty was saying only focusing on Robin who no doubt told her to say this. Told her not to trust him, told her to forget about him. She loved him once, love doesn’t just go away.
“Go back inside.” Robin said when she stood up to go leave. She nodded heading back to the house and Robin glared at Harry. Harry shook a bit under the mans gaze but tried not to show it. “Stay away from her.” Harry stood up to get on his level and speak to him with the same anger in his voice but Robin pushed him back on the bench pressing the stick to his throat and pushing. Harry trying to push back but Robin was stronger then he looked. Robin pressed himself deeper onto Harry pushing the stick further into his windpipe. “You know how easy it is to crush vocal cords? Only takes about three pounds of pressure- then what would you do for a career?” Harry began to choke and reach out scratching at Robins face but Robin didn’t budge a bit. “I could end everything for you - you’ll just be another boy band member forgotten” he pressed it deeper and Harrys lips began turning a sickly blueish hue. Suddenly he let go, dropping the wood to the ground and standing straight up as though he wasn’t just threatening his life. Harry gasped for breath, desperately sucking air until his sore throat. “Remember that the next time you try and do anything like that again.”
---- Jennie ----
Jennie sat in relative silence while Jiyong took out his frustrations around her. He was yelling in Korean, throwing his stuff around the room and cursing. So much cursing. She was grateful that mostly everyone was out for his arrival at the house because even she was having a hard time holding it together. She honestly thought she had done the right thing. Wasn’t stepping up to defend your relationship the right thing to do? You and CL had spoke false statements about it and she had settled it ... she didn’t mean to do it violently but thats how it had turned out, so why was he yelling that it was the wrong thing to do?
“🍥You made a fool out of us!” He shouted again looking at her with anger embedded in his eyes. His face flushed red and his hands in fists. He pounded on the table “🍥do you understand I want us to be private! I don’t want people shouting at us bringing us hate! and you made a fool out of yourself and me!”
Jennie looked down at the table feeling much like a little girl being scolded by her father rather than a woman with her significant other. “I didn’t mean to-”
“🍥But you did!” He went on shouting for a few more minutes until once again bringing up CL “🍥and my best friend too Jennie! A senior to you-”
“🍥They hit me too!” Jennie attempted to defend herself getting a little angry with how he wasn’t seeing anything wrong with the other sides actions other then they’re overreacting but they laid hands on her too. why was she getting all the blame? “🍥I defended us, yeah I could have done it better but-”
“Jennie-”
“🍥I did wrong yes but so did they! and you are here yelling at me for it when you should be yelling at them too! Why aren’t you?!”
“🍥I should yell at them on the phone then? Start another scene or would you like to do that since you are so much better at causing problems than me?!”
Jennie shook her head and stood up looking at him, all the words you yelled at her coming back into her mind. ‘GD is only with you because your the next big thing and he's fading!’ / ‘think about how your fans would drop if they knew you were dating him! the rumor keeps him tied to you without the commitment! your an idiot being used!’ / ‘He only wanted to go public with me!’
“Where are you going?” he asked running his hands through his dark hair, something he did when he was stressed. Jennie hadn’t even realized she was walking towards the door until he called her away from her troubling thoughts.
“Jiyong” her voice was weak and quivering and she hated that she sounded so small. “If you had to chose right now between me and her regardless of anything and everything, would you chose me?”
“Jen-”
“Answer me!” her voice coming out louder then she thought she could muster but it still shivered and broke with the signs of heartbreak. “Who would you chose?!”
“Don’t make me do this Jen.” he said his eyes never leaving hers and she felt tears sting her eyes when she looked into them. She didn’t see love or sorrow, she saw shame and pity. She shook her head and he went to her. “I care about you-” his voice was softer confusing her wondering if he truly meant it or was he just saying that.
“No” she said needing to think this out away from him when tears weren’t escaping her eyes and when he was away from her. “No I need to leave.”
“Stay Jennie im sorry for loosing my temper-”
“No” she shook her head opening the door and walking into the hallway rushing towards the stairs. she ignored him calling after her and started running until she couldn’t hear him anymore. She ran outside and away from the house, hot tears streaming down her face as sobs left her throat. She ran and ran and ran until her legs hurt and she was in the small town about a mile from the beach house. Grateful the streets were pretty sparse on the cloudy day she felt herself collapse next to a building, feeling her body rock with sobs.
Her mind wandered to her trainee days where g was her friend much like a brother to her, he helped her be better in Papa YG’s eyes. He gave her confidence and the arrogance that came with knowing someone like him. She thought of the times when you were in BlackPink and how he was obviously attached to you and how insecure she was - not because she liked him - but because she felt small and weak again. That weird New Zeland foreigner that no one wanted to hang out with. She remembered gathering Jisoo and Lisa against you to make you leave the group. She knows GD knew she had something to do with it and he stopped chatting with her or even acknowledging her for a while. She slipped back in hating herself for feeling like such a whiny brat but he helped her validation. she was still insecure. Maybe thats why she hooked onto Suga - no she knows thats why she did. She felt white hot shame rush into her as she cried more. Gd was using her wasn’t he? no man just goes from hating a girl to wanting to be with her at a random time. Just when she was about to apologize to you, he came back in her life with open arms and foolishly she ran back into them thinking he missed her as a teacher misses a student but flowers and secret meetings were part of it and it turned romantic. She was a fool wasn’t she? a stupid girl with stupid dreams that never learns. She buried her face in her hands crying almost violently until she heard someone calling her name and cursed herself for not staying more out of sight? How would she explain this to a fan?
“Jennie?” she heard a pair of footsteps approach and tried her best to rub her tears away but her face was red and she knew her eyes looked swollen. She faced away from the stranger and attempted to wave him away as though he was mistaking her for another person. “Jen, I know its you.” She knew the voice after that, and looked up at Mino, who's smile faded when he saw her face. “Whats wrong?” at that she began crying again sliding down the graffitied wall and crying into her hands.
He knelt down poking her knees while he tried to get her to talk, he realized he was only going to get yes or no questions from her given how hard she was sobbing so he placed his jacket around her and asked away “Did someone hurt you?” she nodded “Are you hurt? did they hit you? rob you?” she shook her head “are you here alone?” she nodded “did you walk here?” a nod “did someone fight with you at the house again?” she shook her head and his wrinkled his forehead confused. “Do you want to go back home?” she shrugged sobbing harder. “Okay” he thought for a moment before lifting her chin up and wiping her tears away “lets get you cleaned up and maybe some ICEE’S? that always makes me feel better.” She said nothing but allowed him to grab her gently and hook an arm around her waist to steady her as he walked with her to Ralphs ignoring the natives glancing occasionally at her. “She had a bad day.”Mino said annoyed they were even in her business. He paid for her favorite flavor ‘Guava’ and placed it in front of her while taking small nibbles of his cherry. “Eat Jen, it will make you feel better.” she attempted to take the spoon and stuck a small scoop in her mouth thanking him quietly. at least she stopped crying. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asked scooting closer so they wouldn’t have to be so loud but she shook her head and he nodded sitting next to her while she quietly and sadly ate her ice cream feeling comforted by him when he took her hand in his. “Its going to be okay Jennie, I promise.”
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Male:Mal x Reader
I hope that you guys enjoy this lovely Evil genderbent Mal that is brought to you by DragonStar sponsored by wickedisheretostay.org which was made possible by viewers like you 👍.
Fair warning I don't know much of descendants lore, I've only seen the movies and the mini series so some shit might (will) be wrong so yeah.
Ben: Bentlie
Audrey: Andre
Chad: Cindy
Jane: James
Lonnie: Louie? (Might change it)
Carlos: Carla
Jay: Jen
Evie: Evan
Mal: Mal (yes still)
If you have better ones please let me know and I'll change it to them instead.
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Much like Princess Bentlie you too believed that the children in Isle of the Lost deserve a chance to prove that they can be good unlike their parents so you were all for it when she talked her parents into the idea but of course they wanted to start it with a few at first (babysteps).
Once everything was set up they brought the teens to Auradon, you stood within the crowd to watch as they arrived and "stepped" out of the limo, two girls were fighting over something which you weren’t too focused on youreyes were on the tall purple hair boy. His eyes quickly scan through the crowd which included you before landing on Bentlie as she approached him with Andre by her side.
You couldn't hear them but from what you could tell the boy was faking the smile on his face as they talked. After a few seconds Bentlie lead them out of sight into the school dorms not seeing a reason to stick around you left.
~The Next Day~
You had heard about the mishap at the museum and couldn’t help but think that it was the villain kids, the timing of it was just too weird but you didn't want to say anything because you had no proof and you could be wrong so instead you just decided to keep your eyes on them for any strange behavior.
So far they weren’t doing much Jen was trying out for the girls sport team, Carla was learning that not every furry creature wants to eat him, Evan was getting suckered into doing Cindy's home work and Mal looks like he's just been doing normal stuff.... nothing really out of the ordinary.
You frowned because it just didn't seem right out of all of them he's the only one behaving, it's almost too behaved. Your frown deepened. 'Just what's going on here? Are they honestly trying to be good and I'm just assuming things? Or are suspicions justified? I do believe that the villains kids can be more than just a next generation of their parents but the museum incident just seems like more than a coincidence' You sighed.
"God let me be wrong" You said out loud to no one (that you know of anyway), soon he got up from the bench and left. Before you could follow after but James fell from putting up the signs for Bentlie's crowning and leaded on you, quite roughly too.
"Ow f-" You were cut off when James got up and apologize over and over repeatedly while carefully helping you up. Once up you rubbed your bruised arm and cringedfrom the sore feeling from your body.
"It's fine James it was an accident" You looked him over to see if he was alright, for the most part he looked fine just a slight bruise on the side of his face, ruffled hair and a few specks dirt on his clothes.
"Looks like you've got a bruise on the side of your face tho" He touched it and winch.
"Ouch, I think I should go get it taken care of or at least find a way to hide before my dad finds out..." He said as he placed a hand to cover it."Would you like me to get you somethingfor your arm?" You shook your head.
"No I'm good thanks anyway" He nodded before quickly rushing off to do something about the bruise while I sighed out of disappointment for losing Mal.
~P.O.V Shift~
I had gone back to my room after no luck of finding Mal. I share the room with Repunzel's kid who wasn't here at the moment probably because she's helping decorate the crowning party, she is a lovely girl and quite artsy, and very kind her only flaw her long and I mean long hair that gets everywhere other than that I am happy that I got her to room with rather than Cindy.
I sat down on my bed just as Ruby steps in and looks to me concernly. "____ are you okay?" I frowned a bit unaware that I looked trouble enough for her to be concerned in the first place.
"Yeah why do you ask?" She stepped forward and was about to sit down next to me but I quickly shouted not wanting her to get paint on my bed.
"Wait!" I placed my hands to block as she looked at me worriedly.
"What's wrong?" She asked as she stepped back.
"Your usually always covered in paint, I don’t want it on my bed covers" She blinked before calming down. "You know for like the fifth time this week" I said remembering how annoyed I was with having to clean it up, sure she offered but I was afraid she might make it worse.
"Oh is that it?" She moved the hand that was behind her back and rubbed her blonde hair. "Uh sorry I wasn't thinking" Now much calmer she sat on her bed facing me. "Well anyway, I was asking because you just seem troubled so what's eating at you?"
"Nothings eating at me, I'm completely fine" I lied which I didn’t like doing especially to Ruby but I didn't want to tell her that I suspect that the Vkids broke into the museum, I just don't want to seem like I don't believe in them which I do.... and I don't at the same time well more like I'm just cautious. I don't want to believe in them too much that I'm blinded to facts.
"Are you sure? if you want to tell me anything you can" I nodded.
"I know but at the moment I have nothing..... you know I feel tired so I'mgoing to sleep early okay?" She slowly nodded and smiled.
"Of course" And with that I laid down and slowly started to fall asleep but not before hearing Ruby leave after that it was pretty much la-la land.
When I finally woke up the next morning I noticed that my covers were changed and there was a note taped to it, I picked it up and read it hoping it would explain why my covers were different from what I went to sleep in.
Hey _____ when I got back I was covered in paint because of a little mishap earlier and I accidentally got paint on your covers.... I know that it’s probably the.. 4th time this week? But I wasn't paying attention to where I was about to sit and well you get the pic but don't worry your bestie is going to clean it up and make it good as new ;p
P.S you are a heavy sleeper :I
My eye twitched as I read the letter and was holding back the scream of frustration but I didn't want to alert anyone and have them wonder why I was screaming for seemingly no reason. With a sigh I got up from my bed and noticed the paint that covered our floor. "Seriously Ruby?"
I shook my head and got dressed once I was done I went to class and continued on with observing the Vkids, it has usual Mal was well behaved no suspicious behavior other than the fact that he's well behaved when class was over I went back to follow in between classes until lunch.
And still nothing as I sat there watching him and his friends until Evan noticed and pointed it out so I quickly looked away pretending that I was eating my sandwich. That's when Ruby showed up.
"Hey _____ did you get my note?" She sat down in front of me blocking my view of Mal.
"Yes Ruby I got your note and really you messed them up again? Seriously?" She laughed awkwardly before looking apologetic.
"Yeah,sorry I really wasn’t paying attention I was too busy thinking about why there was this girl with hair covering her face rushing past me which is why I ended up covered in paint in the first place" She explained while I brushed it off, it's nothing new one the girls probably saw a zit and rushed to cover it. The princess were super obsessed with not being caught with one.
After lunch had passed and the rest of our classes were over with I decided to follow him just this once if I still come up empty handed then I'll let it go.
I followed him into the garden area and into the maze which was stupid but I know this place like the back of my hand before I drifted away from being friends with Bentlie we would play in this like crazy so I came to learn about its in and outs. So I'mconfident enough that I'll be fine.
After awhile we came to a stop and he called me out. "You can stop following me now"
'Shit' I slowly stepped out from where I was hiding as he turned to face me, his green eyes looked me over before making eye contact.
"So are you going to explain why you were following me?" He asked while I quickly thought of a lie.
"I was curious to how you were adjusting" He sighed.
"So we're doing it this way huh?" He flipped through a spell book and before I could do anything veins started wrapping me up tight to the point where I couldn't move an inch.
"Feel like talking now?" I glared but didn't want to give it so I told another lie.
"Alright Pinocchio have it your way" Again he went flipping through the pages and casted another spell.
"Now why are you following me?" With zero control I told him everything and he frowned. "That's it? I thought you knew more" He rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"Why? What more do you have planned? And why did you break into the museum anyway? What's in there that was worth getting sent back to the isle?" I shot question after question and when I was done he smirked.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" He mocked enjoying the fact of how little I know of his plan.
"Well it doesn't matter if I know or not heroes always win so just you wait, they'll put a stop to your plans" He chuckled before calming himself.
"Are we thinking about two different heroes here? Cause have you seen these losers?" He pointed in the direction of the school. "They have their heads shoved so far up their asses they won't notice it until it'stoo late and their parents have gone soft from living in la-la land for too long that they won't even be a problem" I did think about it and sure some of them *cough* Cindy *cough* aren't exactly all that dependable but I'm willing to bet that good will triumph over evil like it has so many times before.
"They just might surprise you" I glared as his smirk widen more, taking another step closer he bent down to eye level with me not once breaking eye contact.
"We'll see about that but in the meantime I can't have you telle-tailing so I need to think of the perfect spell that will keep your mouth shut" He checked his book for the perfect spell carefully reading over each one. "Hmm should I make you a toad? No knowing these idoits one of them might kiss you with 'true love first kiss' Oooo" He did air quotes before rolling his eyes. "Maybe a rose but then someone might start plucking your petals that would bad I want you around when I win" He made a couple of tsk’ing sounds before his eyes perked up.
"I could turn you into a snowglobe, I really liked my old one back in the isle so having you would be a nice replacement" My eyes widen as I tried to move but as I stated before these veins left absolutely no room for movement.
He readied up the spell and I closed my eyes praying to be saved but as I felt completely different and tiny snowflakes falling on me it was safe to say that no one showed up to save me, no knight in shining armor, no random passersby-er. I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was giant green orbs with specks of gold in them which were Mal's eyes.
He moved the globe away from his face and started taunting me. "Well aren't you adorable when you're all tiny and helpless" He laughed darkly.
"You won't get away with this" my voice echoed in the dome as he rolled his eyes.
"Geez it's like a broken record with you, oh well its not like it isn't fun seeing you so hopeful. it only makes me want to win more so I can crush it into oblivion" He placed me into his school bag. "Get comfortable that globe is going to be your home for the next three days"
The constant shifting due to his walking was extremely uncomfortable but not as much as the darkness of the inside of his bag which made me look into a way out even faster and hoped that my absence will be noticed quickly but I felt like I wasn't getting out anytime soon..........
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DONE FINALLY DONE! This took all day to finish and finally I did it.
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SEASON REVIEW: High School Musical: The Musical: The Series (Disney+, 2019)
I’ve been a Wildcat since 2006. High School Musical was a national event in my house. I went to the High School Musical on Stage! show in my Limited Too outfit. I saw High School Musical 3: Senior Year in theaters on opening day. And I cried when Zac Efron and Vanessa Hudgens ended their real-life relationship. #RIPZanessa.
When High School Musical: The Musical: The Series was announced I was a little bit skeptical. It wasn’t my High School Musical and none of the original creators were tied to the series. Then, I attended the D23 Expo in Anaheim, California in 2019 and got to see the cast perform and introduce us to their characters. I’m not gonna lie, hearing “We’re All In This Together” made tear up but I was still skeptical.
I mean how on earth could a show called High School Musical: The Musical: The Series be any good if they couldn’t have even come up with a creative title? Well, let me tell you, I was wrong. Not about the lame name (I’m still not a fan of that) but the show quickly became a must-see for me.
High School Musical: The Musical: The Series was created by Tim Federle and airs on Disney+. HSMTMTS, as fans have abbreviated it, follows a group of East High drama kids as they put on a production of High School Musical, chosen by East High’s new drama teacher. The show is a mockumentary and juggles the teenagers’ lives outside of school with the crazy world of high school theater. It features a mix of High School Musical songs and original songs written for the series.
The show features Olivia Rodrigo and Joshua Bassett who play Nini and Ricky our new leading couple. Along with them are our “wonderstudies” Matt Cornett who plays E.J. and Sofia Wylie who plays Gina. Larry Saperstein (Big Red), Julia Lester (Ashlyn), Dara Reneé (Kourtney), and Frankie Rodriguez (Carlos) round out our main high school cast. Of course, a show set in high school needs some teachers. That’s where Kate Reinders who portrays Miss Jenn, the new East High drama teacher and former background dancer in the original High School Musical and Mark St. Cyr who plays Mr. Benjamin Mazzara, the STEM teacher who is anti Arts come in.
Now that the series has officially aired its final episode for the season, it’s time for my review.
As always, spoilers are ahead. You’ve been warned.
Favorite Episode: 1×08 – “The Tech Rehearsal”
Picking my favorite episode proved to be insanely difficult but after much deliberation, I decided that “The Tech Rehearsal” is my favorite episode.
“The Tech Rehearsal” centers around the tech rehearsal, obviously. The cast shows up to the East High theater for tech rehearsal only to find that their beloved theater has been set on fire and deemed unsafe by the fire department. As the popular saying goes, “the show must go on!” Thanks to Carlos’s uncle they are able to move the production to the abandoned El Ray theater downtown, much to Miss Jenn’s dismay.
Once they arrive at the theater disasters continue to strike. E.J. gets his hands on Miss Jenn’s audition notes and discovers that he didn’t get the part of Troy Bolton because he has difficulty connecting to the material. Nini and Ricky are banished to the attic of the theater to rehearse a scene but end up reminiscing about their friendship. And the crew scrambles to get the theater for their production. Oh yeah, and Lucas Gabreel (aka Ryan Evans) guest stars during Miss Jenn’s dream.
So, yeah, a lot is going on in this episode.
The reason why it’s my favorite is because of the dialogue and the connections the characters have with each other.
I’m not even slightly embarrassed to admit that I am a 23-year-old who squealed in delight watching Big Red and Ashlyn flirt with each other. Their one-liners were honestly the cutest thing ever. Hallmark movie-level cheesy? Yes. But, oh so amazing regardless.
Another reason I love this episode is the scene with Nini and Ricky when they realize unlike their characters, they do have a history with each other. Nini is rehearsing Gabriela’s line where she tells Troy that singing with him felt like kindergarten where it was so easy to be friends with someone because you could be yourself. The line reminds Ricky of his past with Nini and the fact they actually did meet in kindergarten.
The two go on to reminisce about their early friendship and it becomes clear that these two kids are so not over each other. It’s the classic best friends to lovers to exes troupe and I love it.
It’s also a really authentic scene. Their reminiscing happens organically. When they first start remembering it’s playful and fun but as they continue it quickly turns to remorse as they realize that they miss each other, in more ways than they thought.
“The Tech Rehearsal” also lets Kourtney take center stage as she belts out a song on stage while Big Red tries to work out the lighting kinks. Kourtney’s “fifteen minutes of fame” moment causes her to realize why Nini is so passionate about theater.
I do have one complaint with this episode and that’s that I wanted more of a technical aspect to it. Yes, there was some with the crew trying to figure out how to work everything in the decrepit theater but it didn’t feel like a tech rehearsal. It’s a really knit-picky critique but I needed to say it.
Least Favorite Episode: 1×01 – “The Auditions”
Thankfully I have a policy to never judge a show by its pilot episode. If I didn’t have this policy, I would have stopped watching High School Musical: The Musical: The Series immediately after the first episode.
“The Audition” is set at the start of the school year. Ricky returns to school to find that his ex-girlfriend Nini (they were on a break) has come back from summer theater camp with a new boyfriend, senior “it” boy, E.J. Things are awkward as expected. The students all enter the gym where they are introduced to the new drama teacher, Miss Jenn, who announces that East High will be putting on High School Musical as their fall production. Nini, of course, decides to audition for Gabriela and E.J. plans to be Troy. Determined to win Nini back, Ricky, who’s been anti-musical his entire life, decides he’s also going to audition. The drama unfolds and the episode ends with the cast list being posted — Nini and Ricky have been cast as the leads.
As I said, going into the first episode I was skeptical. High School Musical was my childhood and I didn’t want that to be ruined. I was afraid HSMTMTS was going to be too gimmicky and rely on nostalgia to gain its fan base.
Unfortunately, my worries were confirmed when the first episode aired.
I felt that it relied too much on nostalgia. It was super cringy. And I couldn’t accept the fact that someone else was singing High School Musical songs. Obviously, I got over those initial concerns but that doesn’t change my opinion about the first episode.
It’s honestly not a bad episode. It does what a pilot is supposed to do. It sets the tone, introduces us to the characters, and lets us know what the series will be about. I just wasn’t ready for all those questions to be answered when I watched the pilot.
Favorite Character: Ricky Bowen
Ricky Bowen stole the show and my heart.
Ricky got off on the wrong foot in the first episode. He’s pretty self-entitled and jealous when he finds out that Nini found someone else while she was at theater camp. Ricky feels like they weren’t supposed to see other people despite being on a break — sounds like Ross Geller to me.
Thankfully, over the course of the season, Ricky works through his feelings and sheds that Ross Geller, self-entitled attitude. Though he’s sad that Nini has moved on from him, he’s more upset that he’s lost her as a friend since the two have been inseparable since kindergarten.
He really goes through a huge character development transformation. Sure, he tried out for the musical in the hopes of winning back Nini but by the end of the season, he’s cultivated a new love for theater.
He found a home away from home and true friends who will be there for him no matter what. Plus, he gets to have Nini back in his life which is the ultimate win for Ricky.
One of the things I really loved about Ricky is his ability to be vulnerable. He’s definitely a character who wears his heart on his sleeve. It’s easy to tell when he’s angry, upset, and happy. We see him cry when he finds out that his parents are getting a divorce. We see him struggle to come to terms with the fact that his mother has moved on so quickly.
And he’s not only vulnerable in the safety of his house but, he’s also vulnerable in public. In episode nine, we see him visibly upset when he discovers that his mom has invited her new boyfriend to his opening night without telling Ricky.
Another reason I love Ricky is that he’s not afraid to confide in others or ask for help. He shares his feelings and frustrations about Nini to Big Red who listens to his endless rants and doesn’t complain. He confides in Gina when he learns that his parents are splitting up. And when everything is going wrong in the middle of the production, he reaches out to Nini because she’s the only one who will make him feel okay.
Ricky is what every teenage boy (fictitious and real) should aspire to be.
Least Favorite Character: E.J. Caswell
E.J.’s character is really interesting. He’s described as being a “jock-type theater enthusiast” which is basically Troy Bolton. Given this and the fact he’s just finished a summer at theater camp where he played the lead, he feels like he’s a shoo-in for the lead role. Of course, that doesn’t happen and E.J. spends the rest of the season being #bitter.
He’s upset that he didn’t get cast as the lead and instead is cast as Chad and he’s worried that Ricky is going to steal Nini from him. Of course, no one can steal a person from another person but E.J.’s behavior makes it pretty easy for Nini to realize that he’s not the one for her.
E.J. is a typical jealous-paranoid boyfriend. He’s so worried about losing Nini that instead of showing her all the reasons why she should stay with him, he instead drives a wedge between them by being manipulative.
Ricky may start off as the Ross Geller, but E.J. quickly takes over that title.
E.J. does begin to evolve over the season but it’s a more gradual and cringeworthy transformation than Ricky’s is. E.J. apologizes to Nini for what he’s done to her and telling the truth gives him such a rush that he begins confessing to every little thing he’s done wrong through social media posts. This causes his social media followers to plummet and makes him severely insecure. How Gen-Z of him.
With his self-esteem already in the dumps, E.J. makes things worse for himself when he snoops in Miss Jenn’s binder and learns why he wasn’t cast as Troy Bolton. E.J. then tries to prove her wrong which doesn’t go well either.
Honestly, E.J. only has two redeeming qualities at the end of the season. One, he did eventually leave Nini alone. That’s a pretty big one considering fictional and real-life men tend to continue to pursue a woman even when they’ve said no a hundred times. I appreciate E.J. for respecting Nini’s wishes and backing off.
The other thing I really did love about E.J. was that he was (most likely) the one responsible for getting Gina back to East High for the opening night. This is one of the first times we see him be truly selfless. There’s nothing in it for him. Gina’s presence doesn’t affect him or his performance. And yet, he knows that his cast is missing Gina — and he probably is too.
When E.J. flies Gina out for opening night, we finally see him embrace the “We’re All In This Together” motto.
My hope for E.J. going forward is that we continue to see him mature and grow into a generous person instead of one that is so caught up with his own issues that he doesn’t care about anyone else.
Favorite Pairing: Ashlyn and Big Red
Bet you weren’t expecting that one.
Listen, I love Nini and Ricky. They’re my favorite troupe come true (childhood friends to lovers), they understand each other on a deep level, they’re always there for each other, and they’re just downright adorable.
It’s hard for me to say they’re my second favorite couple because I really do love ‘Rini,’ but Ashlyn and Big Red really won me over.
To me, Ashlyn and Big Red embody what a high school love story should be. They’re innocent and playful. Half the time they’re unsure of if they’re flirting with each other or just being friendly.
Honestly, their dialogue is what really sealed the deal for me that they were my favorite pairing. They’re always so sweet together. They make the most subtle compliments sound like true poetry.
Big Red: “How do you light up an entire room?”
Ashlyn: “You walk into it.”
I mean, come on! How cute are they!
Sure, Nini and Ricky got each other cute and heartfelt gifts but Big Red got Ashlyn a giant bouquet of flowers! And they weren’t even a thing!!!
And then there’s the end credit scene during episode 10 that completely sealed the deal.
Big Red and Ashlyn understand each other. They’re both the underdogs of the series.
Ashlyn’s outgoing and talented but she’s never even talked about in regards to being the lead. She’s constantly in the shadows of her cousin E.J. who jeopardizes her friendship with Nini and the rest of the cast. And she doesn’t really mind. She stays in her lane, writers her music, does her thing, and really, is just happy to be involved.
Big Red ended up on the crew for the production because he had no other place to be. Ricky is his best (and only) friend and the only way the two of them could spend time together after Ricky gets cast was to join the production. It’s not what he thought he would be doing but he learns to love it — just like Ricky does. Big Red excels and ends up coming out of the production with a group of friends who truly love and care about him. I also love that through his character we got to see some of the tech side of high school theater. As a former high school technical theater kid, I loved that about the show.
Even though Big Red and Ashlyn aren’t an official thing yet, I ship them 110%. I can’t wait to see them develop and hopefully explore a relationship in season 2.
Complaints
High School Musical: The Musical: The Series really took me by surprise because I fully expected to hate it. I’m glad I didn’t. Given this, I really don’t have many complaints — they’re more knit-picky things.
I was sort of disappointed that we didn’t get a dress rehearsal episode. After the disaster that was the tech rehearsal, it would have been nice to see them get to practice one time through in the gym where opening night would be. If they would have done a dress rehearsal it would have given us a chance to see more of the High School Musical production. Or, if the creative team didn’t want to make the series longer, the dress rehearsal could have even been just the first act and then the second act could have been the opening night episode. I just feel that a dress rehearsal is an important part of theater and it was a shame we didn’t get to see this cast go through the dress rehearsal struggle.
I was really sad the characters Kelsey and Ryan didn’t get attention in this production. Kelsey’s role was completely nonexistent in this production. On one hand, I understand that the cast was already huge and adding a Kelsey would have made it larger. But I still missed her. It’s also worth noting that Ashlyn’s character is very similar to who Kelsey was in the film. Perhaps, the creators felt that they didn’t need to cast a pretend Kelsey because the show already had a Kelsey-like presence with Ashlyn.
If Ashlyn embodied Kelsey, then Carlos embodies Ryan. Carlos was the choreographer and Miss Jenn’s right-hand man. Ryan is very into choreography and is always willing to help Miss. Darbus in the originals. Plus, in High School Musical 2, he acts as the choreographer for the talent show.
Unlike Kelsey, who was nonexistent in the production, there was someone playing Ryan but we never learn anything about him. I think it would have been fun, fresh, and interesting if Seb would have played both Sharpay and Ryan. Truthfully, that’s what I thought was happening since he sang both parts of “Bop to the Top.” They could have split him and had one side of his wardrobe/make-up Sharpay inspired and the other side Ryan inspired. A missed opportunity if you ask me.
I wanted more character development for some of our characters. Ashlyn is so interesting and she mentions she does all these other things outside of just theater but we never get to see her beyond the walls of the theater. I hope we get to learn more about her home life and her other hobbies in season 2.
I also wanted more development when it comes to Seb and Carlos’s relationship. Yes, I am ecstatic that Disney went there and made a same-sex couple canon (something the original films were never able to do) but it’s not just enough for them to exist. They need screen time. They need a story. I want Seb and Carlos’s relationship to be just as important as Nini/Ricky and Ashlyn/Big Red. Fingers cross season 2 redeems themselves.
Another knit-pick, I wasn’t a fan of the changed “We’re All In This Together” choreography. The dance in the original is so iconic. I can still do it 14 years later! I felt betrayed when they didn’t do the exact choreography. I appreciate the show wanting to bring a new take to the production but this was one thing that shouldn’t have been changed.
My biggest critique isn’t about the plot of the series but the title as a whole. Even though I love saying High School Musical: The Musical: The Series, it’s the dumbest name ever. It’s clear that they were trying to cash in on the original High School Musical pandemonium. I’m sure it worked, but I also think it narrowed the reach the series could have had.
Not to mention it’s going to complicate season two. The series title makes sense for season one because they are putting on a production of High School Musical: The Musical but what happens when they are not putting on a High School Musical production? Tim Federle, the creator, already confirmed that season 2 won’t be about the beloved franchise. So now what?
Personally, I think the show should have been called East High Drama or something like that. It would have resonated with High School Musical fans but also wouldn’t have put the show in such a box.
I’m interested to see if the series will be renamed ahead of the second season. Or if it’ll be named something like High School Musical: (INSERT NEW MUSICAL NAME): The Series instead.
Praise
Obviously, there were a lot of things I loved about the High School Musical: The Musical: The Series. I could probably go one for days, so I’m gonna try to keep this list reserved for the highlights.
I absolutely loved the fact that the show was able to distinguish itself from the original films. I loved that they included original music and I loved it, even more, when I found out that Olivia Rodrigo and Joshua Bassett got to write “Just for a Moment.”
Another thing I was really excited about is that they didn’t really drag on the “love triangle” too much. It was there in the first few episodes but after E.J. betrays Nini, she breaks up with him and that’s that. Sure, both boys are still actively pursuing her but she’s not pursuing either of them. It’s still a love triangle I guess, but it doesn’t feel like a cliche one.
I loved that they allowed Seb to play Sharpay. I thought that was genius and amazing. It’s a shame that they’re not going to do High School Musical 2 because he would have killed “Fabulous.”
I applaud the show’s attempt to be diverse and inclusive. The characters are diverse in race, ethnicity, and sexual orientation but they’re also not defined by identities. I do think they could have done a bit more in terms of the LGBT inclusion but I applaud the moves they did make. The Homecoming scene between Seb and Carlos was everything.
I mentioned above that I liked that they included a technical aspect to the show. It could have played a bigger part but I’m glad it was mention to some extent.
One of my favorite moments of the entire series was the “Breaking Free” performance at the end. It’s such an iconic moment in the original film and I was worried it was going to fall flat in the series. It did not! Having the roles switch was genius. Instead of our Gabriela being the timid one on stage, our Troy is. Gabriela must coax him into joining her onstage. I think this move really embodies the series. We’re meant to believe that Nini = Gabriela and Ricky = Troy but they’re both more complex than that. I also felt it was very reminiscent of the “This Is Us/Gotta Find You” moment from the DCOM Camp Rock. Regardless, I loved it!
Oh, and I can’t forget Ms. Darbus’s original number. Though I did feel it was oddly placed, I thought it was an amazing song and a wonderful moment for Ashlyn to shine.
Overall, I was pleasantly surprised by how much I ended up enjoying High School Musical: The Musical: The Series. I am definitely a fan of this new era of Wildcats and can’t wait for season 2. Speaking of season 2, Disney+ announced that High School Musical: The Musical: The Series will return with new episodes in Fall 2020!
For now, you can stream the first season of High School Musical: The Musical: The Series on Disney+.
What did you think of the High School Musical: The Musical: The Series? What was your favorite and least favorite episode? Who do you ship? Will you be watching season 2? Let me know in the comments or by tweeting me @3RsBlog.
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Handle With Care by Marie Harte
Veteran Movers #3
A company that employs military veterans who move people sounds like a wonderful team to join when one leaves for civilian life. A team to work with and that will support you. That is what was created with Vets on the Go – a business Evan Griffith is a partner in with other family members.
When on a job he is warned about a woman that is “crazy” by a teen in the neighborhood...and shortly thereafter he sees her entangled in a trio of women crying and carrying on and then a BIT later...wielding a knife. What is he to think? And...when his phone rings he wonders who changed the ringtone?
The woman with the knife is Kenzie Sykes and the teen with the warning her much younger brother. The women in the frenzy were roommates and long time friends. Add into this mix the men that Evan moves with, a few teenagers and people they both encounter through work and there is a lot that can happen. Both seem to have backstories that make it difficult to trust and that doesn’t help either.
As I began reading I thought, “Not a book for me.” A few pages later I was a bit more into the story but still felt the topic perhaps not my favorite. By the end of the book I felt it was a solid story in what is a series of easy to read contemporary romances that are...not for me. That said, I do see this appealing to readers who want to have a HEA with a feel-good element and not much challenge for the male and female lead.
Thank you to NetGalley and Sourcebooks for the ARC – This is my honest review.
3-4 Stars
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Evan Griffith has had a hell of a day...
And that was before he met the stunning, sexy woman having a meltdown.
Evan Griffith has had many careers in his life. But who knew working for his family's moving company would hold just as much action as his stint in the Marine Corps? On an unforgettable job, Evan finds himself taken by a teenage conman and confronted by a woman wielding a knife—and promptly falls head over heels for her.
Kenzie Sykes is doing her best to raise her little brother and keep him out of jail—all while dealing with her own broken heart that just hasn't healed. She doesn't have time for romance. He's not asking... Until he is, and she finds herself saying yes.
EXCERPT
Kenzie stared at the phone, half expecting it to bite her. Had she really said no to a date with Evan? Yes, yes, she had, because she didn’t need complications right now. And the way he made her feel certainly qualified as difficult, perplexing, and chaotic.
“Who was that?”
She jumped, not having heard her brother return to the living room. “Um, no one.”
“Really? Because it sounded like you were saying no to coffee, and the only guy you’ve talked to about a coffee date was Evan. I was there, remember?”
She didn’t need lectures on honesty from a thirteen-year-old juvenile delinquent. “Shouldn’t you be heading to bed?”
“Kenzie, it’s seven thirty on a Friday night.”
“And? You’re a growing boy.”
He rolled his eyes in the way only an adolescent could, sneering without sneering. “Admit you like the guy.”
“I admit he was nice. So what? I’ll probably never see him again, unless there’s something you’re not telling me. Did you steal his phone again? Will he be a character witness for the feds when they come to take you away or raid our house for some illegal mess you’ve once again gotten yourself into?”
He flushed. “No. And quit changing the subject.”
“There is no subject. Now go watch TV or something. I have more work to do.”
He stared at her, his brows drawn, then headed back upstairs. She felt bad about chasing him away…for all of three seconds. Her brother loved Netflix, and she really did have work to do. Especially since she’d spent much of the afternoon trying to ignore thoughts of Evan while the girls continued to talk about him.
If only he weren’t so attractive and polite. If only he hadn’t asked her out after she’d already put him in the “must try to forget” pile.
The little demon perched on her shoulder, an amalgamation of Lila and Rachel with its nonstop yammering, whispered: What would really be the harm in going out with him?
She tromped downstairs to her office and fired up her computer. The harm, she thought, would be in getting involved, liking him as a friend. Then a boyfriend. Then dating, having him interact with Daniel. They’d hang at his place, then her place. More and more, until she would grow attached. Then she’d fall in love with him, and he’d leave.
Just like Bryce.
To torture herself a little more, she dug up an old picture of the three of them from happier times, the one she kept hidden in a bottom desk drawer. She tried to see the flaws in her relationship, but the picture only showed a woman and man in love and a young boy ecstatic about going to a fall festival.
Kenzie gripped the frame, wishing she could go back and undo…what? She hadn’t stepped a foot wrong. She’d always put Daniel first, had checked out Bryce before their first date, and thought long and hard on it before living together. Bryce had never been anything but loving and fun—until the end, of course.
How could she have known things might change?
Before she could cry, she smacked herself on the arm and laughed, not a little hysterically. Holy crap, Lila’s aversion therapy kind of worked. Because instead of crying, all she could think about was Lila’s silly “Bryce.” Smack. Rinse and repeat.
Kenzie tucked the photo away and, smiling now, concentrated on her work, liking the new idea for their footwear client though still not sold on the walking, talking kale for the organic food business.
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Starry Night Part 14!
Riley is a nanny who seems to have it all. She’s got an awesome job with an extremely rich family that only needs her a few hours during the week, a loving Fiancé, and wonderful family and friends, but somethings missing. Lucas is a Veterinary Technician in a very similar situation. See what happens when their two world collide on one starry night in December.
Word Count: 1,505
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13
The Holiday (2006): “Iris, in the movies, we have leading ladies and we have the best friend. You, I can tell, are a leading lady, but for some reason, you’re behaving like the best friend.”
Author’s Note: I’m a sap when it comes to endings like the last part! I’m always like DON’T LEAVE ME ON A CLIFF! So I tried to finish as fast as I could! This one is pretty nuts as well, so please stick with me! I’m feeling maybe 1 or two more parts! I’m getting choked up just thinking about it! ANYWAY! Shout out to these lovely souls!: @iwantyoutochooseme, @whenrileymetlucas, @katdvsand @grizbehr! And to all of you! Seriously! I wouldn’t have kept going if it wasn’t for your love and support! I appreciate it SO MUCH! THIS IS FOR YOU TOO!
Part 14: “The Right One”
Riley 9:41pm
“Riley! Wait!” Evan calls. I slow down and collapse on the sidewalk as the tears steam down my face. He catches up to me then heaves over.
“You’re fast!” He huffs. “Are you-”
“I can’t do this.” I whisper.
“What?” He pants, still trying to steady his breath.
“This.” I point back and forth between us. “I can’t do it.”
“Hangout?”
I give him a look, making him chuckle as he sits down.
“I admit, when I called you I was hoping this.” He copies my pointing. “Could finally get started, BUT from everything I’ve seen so far, this.” He points between us again. “Just wasn’t meant to be.”
“Oh Evan.” I sniffle. “I’m so sorry!”
“No! Keep your pity. I’m good.” He smiles as he puts out his hand. “Now, let’s get you feelin’ good too.”
Lucas 9:41pm
I lean on the railing of my sister’s balcony watching Riley talk to that dude and I feel like kicking EVERYTHING!
“Lucas!” Zay calls from the glass door. I roll my eyes and ignore him. “Let me in- I mean out!”
“Move, ya maroon!” I hear Maya shout as she slides it open. Before I can object, the whole gang is on the balcony with me.
“I’m so sorry, man!” Zay cries, awkwardly side hugging me as he does. “I didn’t know she was coming! I swear!”
“It was my fault!” Maya chimes in. “I’m the one that knew about their date and insisted they come!”
“Thanks guys, but it doesn’t matter. She’s with him now, so.”
“Boy, you’re insecure for a Western Hero.” Josh sighs.
My head whips in his direction. “Excuse me.”
“She doesn’t like Evan! She likes you! No ifs ands or buts JUST YOU! AND I KNOW YOU’RE INTO HER TOO, SO STOP COMPLICATING THINGS AND JUST BE WITH HER ALREADY!”
“You think I WANT to complicate things?!”
“Yeah.” He replies. “Because your scared.” My face drops. He’s right. I’m scared shitless. “But, you can’t let that fear stop you cus when it’s right.” He glances down at Maya and pulls her in. “It’s magic.”
I smile at the two love birds and turn back to the street only to find they’ve left. I let out a heavy sigh and clutch the railing. “I really messed up, didn’t I?”
“Yes.”
“Smackle!” Farkle shrieks.
“BUT!” She quickly adds as she squeezes his hand. “That’s the beauty of finding the right one! No matter how many times you may error. They stick with you.”
“Aw, you Brainiac.” Farkle chuckles.
“You Brainiac!” She replies with a giggle.
“Me, SICK!” Zay says in a mocking tone. Everyone laughs at the goofballs and I feel my mood lifting. I straighten up and walk back towards the room.
“You goin’ after her?” Josh asks as he follows me inside.
“No.” I reply. “If what y'all say is true, she’ll come back.”
“Congratulations, Lucas!” Smackle says as she pats my shoulder.
I look to her and smile. “Thanks, Smackle.”
“Stop flirting with me, you handsome hick!”
“For the hundredth time, HE’S JUST A FACE!”
The two continue to bicker as they walk out of the room, with Josh and Maya laughing close behind them. Zay and I shake our heads as we watch them go. Suddenly, Carrie pops her head into the doorway.
“There you are!“ She says as she enters the room and grabs Zay’s arm. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”
“You good, man?” He quickly asks.
“Yeah, go on.”
He raises his eyebrows then shuts the door.
“Typical.” I scoff as I plop onto my sister’s ginormous chair in front of her even larger fire place.
Riley 10:35pm
We reach the rooftop of what I assume is his building, and he guides me to the ledge corner.
“This is one of my many thinking places.” He says as he throws his hands in the air.
“Like my bay window?!”
“Yes! Except in this bay window instead of talking things out, you shout things out. Like so.”
He steadies himself then belts out a gigantic roar. It fills the air in the most spectacularly way! Echoing on and on and on until it’s nothing but a whisper.
“That was amazing!” I say as I clap my hands. He bows then switches places with me.
“You’re turn!”
“What?! No! I can’t-”
“Riley.” He says in a more serious tone. “Just try.”
A stare off ensues, but it doesn’t last long. Stupid wind!
“Oh, fine!” I reply, rapidly blinking my eyes to regain some sort of moisture in them.
“Yes!” He cheers. “Now just take a deep breath in and when you’re ready, let it fly!”
“Okay.”
I take in a deep breath, but as I do my vision becomes blurry then a buzzing sound and then… black.
When the ringing in my ears subsides, I hear a crunching sound. I blink a few times before realizing it’s me!
I’m chewing something!
I look down and see a Nutty Bar in my hand and that’s when the taste of the creamy peanut butter and smooth milk chocolate tickle my tongue as the crispy wafers melts effortlessly adding texture to the already yummy treat. A satisficing sigh hums through my body as I lean back and that’s when the second realization kicks in.
I’m in a chair?!
My head snaps to the side and there’s Evan, sitting next to me contently looking out at the beautiful New York City skyline.
I swallow and feel the rawness in my throat. “What happened?” I wheeze as I grab my throbbing head.
“You let it fly.” He replies, folding his arms as the night air nips at his cheeks.
I shrug my shoulders as the chill strikes me as well. “You must think I’m insane.” I reply through chattering teeth.
“I’m a Sherpa, you’re insane. Life goes on.”
A weak laugh escapes me. He’s always had a way of making the most embarrassing situations seem normal.
“Hey.” He says as he turns his gaze toward the sky. “You still believe in Pluto?”
I think hard for a moment then smile. “Yes. Yes, I do.”
“You know they say…” And that’s when it hits me.
“I am Riley Elinor Matthews and I believe in Pluto.” I say to myself.
“What was that?”
“I am Riley Elinor Matthews and I believe in Pluto!” I say a little louder.
“Congratulations?”
I hop out of the chair and turn back to Evan. “I am Riley Elinor Matthews and I believe in Pluto!”
He jumps up to join me. “I don’t know what’s going on right now, but I like it!”
“Here’s what’s going on!” I shout! “I’m Riley Elinor Matthews and I’m going back to that party!”
“That makes a lot more sense!” He cheers as we race towards the exit. “Let’s go!”
Lucas 11:40pm
I stare blankly at the crackling wood when I hear the door open.
“It’s occupied.” I call out for the thousandth time this evening. I swear people grow some huge balls when it comes to house parties!
“Okay.” a familiar voice squeaks.
I pop up. “Riley!”
Her head flashes back toward me and I feel my heart pick up pace.
“You’re back.” I sigh.
“I needed to explain-”
“No, you don’t.”
“Yes, I do!” She replies as she meets me in front of the roaring fire. “This morning we agreed that I needed time by myself to heal and then tonight, I show up to your sister’s apartment with some other guy holding my hand! I can only imagine how that made you feel! Especially, with everything that’s going on at home! Geez, how dumb am I!”
She talks so fast, when she’s fired up! I think as I let out a soft chuckle.
“Are you laughing at me?” She gasps.
“Yes, but-”
“Why I never! Here I am agonizing over what I just put you through and you have the nerve to-”
“Riley.”
“Don’t Riley me in that sexy southern twang of yours! If I where Maya, I’d look you dead in the eyes and say Ha-HEE-”
Right then, I grab her face and do what I should’ve done in the beginning and kiss her. I pull away and she looks stunned.
“Why did you do that?” She exhales.
SHIT! I READ THIS WRONG!
“I don’t know.” I stutter. “I just wanted you to stop. Please don’t tell my sister!”
“You couldn’t think of another way to stop me?”
“Not at the time, no. I’m sorry!”
She laughs as she stands on her tiptoes and places her arms around my neck.
“You don’t have to be sorry, Huckleberry.” She breathes. “I was just messin’ with ya!”
“THANK GOODNESS!” I laugh as I hug her tight.
She pulls me in for another kiss and as my eyes flicker from her to the glowing embers, I swear, just for a moment, I’m back in Texas, under a starry night sky, holding the girl I could possibly spend forever with. Well, look at that. Josh was right.
It’s magic.
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Hate to Love
INVOLVED: Blue Evans and Samuel Evans
TIME FRAME: Wednesday, May 20, 2020
LOCATION: Evans’ Residence; Seattle, Washington
SUMMARY: Roughly a week after the big argument between Blue and Samuel, and Ava ended up in the hospital, Blue finally confronts her father to no avail.
Running her fingers through her loose curls, Blue let out a deep and tired sigh as she laid out in the backyard on a blanket. She had just gotten off the phone with Ariel, who had been telling her over and over again that she needed to sit down and have a real conversation with her dad, instead of just continuing to avoid him around the house as she had been doing. It had been about a week now since her mother’s heart attack and she just didn’t want to cause any more problems. What had happened was already enough. Her feelings were hurt, but her feelings didn’t matter. Sighing once more, she threw her arm over her eyes as she continued to lay there.
Samuel made himself a mug and poured himself some coffee, filling the cup up before he placed the coffee pot back on the plate. He opened the fridge and poured himself some creamer into the mug as well before he grabbed a spoon and stirred the two items together. Samuel placed the coffee mug back and grabbed the newspaper he picked up. In the past week he’d fallen silent again and felt more relaxed when he wasn’t around everyone, though he’d chosen to work from home since Mercedes hospital release. He took a sip of the coffee gently as he moved for a place to hide which wasn’t as easy as you’d think.
Blue grunted at herself as she sat up, dropping her arm from her face. She sighed harshly as she stood up and grabbed her outside blanket, shaking it out a bit. Folding it up in her arms, she slid her phone into the pocket of her sweats and walked towards the house. Entering slowly, she looked at him as he moved out of the kitchen and she said, “dad…”
Samuel took another sip and he turned around slightly. “Hm?” he said, he was fast but not quick enough. He could have been in his office by now had he walked faster and not been reading the paper so hard. He looked up at her slowly before he looked back down, it was hard to take in their faces and gazes these days. He wasn’t the best father he could be, he knew it, and they knew it. It was hard to face.
Blue didn’t really make eye contact with the man as she said, “we should probably talk…” Licking her pink lips, she shifted on her feet as she stared off in the distance. Being the bigger person was so hard, but she was going to try and do it for the sake of her mother and at her girlfriend's insistence.
Samuel looked at Blue and nodded his head, “okay,” he told her. “That’s fine,” he added as she shifted on his feet gently. He’d been avoiding this for quite some time, but he guessed that truly they needed to do so.
Nodding a bit, Blue moved into the living room and she laid her blanket aside before she looked at him, vaguely gesturing for him to lead the way to wherever he had been walking to when she entered the house.
Samuel watched her and then he nodded her head slowly moving towards his in-home office as he was before. He opened the door and allowed her to come in behind him before he closed the door shut behind them. He didn’t allow people into the space, so this happened to be something very new for him and probably her to. He sat down at his desk and sat the newspaper down, along with the mug.
Blue slid her hands into her pockets as she followed behind her father, moving into the in-home office. She moved over to a chair and sat down, her hands in her lap as she looked around the office, her tongue rolling over her lips again. Her jaw was set as she moved her eyes to look at her dad, her knee bouncing a bit.
Samuel looked at Blue and said “well” to her easily as he rested his hands in his lap. He watched her before he picked his mug up with one hand and drank some coffee down. “Is it about your mom?” he questioned her.
Gazing at her father, Blue blinked slowly at his question and she shifted slightly, feeling very uncomfortable. “Why do you hate me?” she asked him out-right. This wasn’t how she wanted to start the conversation, but it was just heavy on her chest. She needed to know. He didn’t treat anyone else in the house the way he treated her, and he claimed it was because of her attitude but she mainly stayed to herself in the house. She was always consumed with something else rather it was being on the phone with her girlfriend, locked in her room watching a movie, or something. Always. Yes, she harbored a bit of an attitude from time to time, but she didn’t ever truly mean any harm and everyone knew that but him apparently.
At her word Samuel scrunched his brow. “I think you misconstrue my love and discipline for hate,” he said, shaking his head at her. “I could never hate you Blue you are my child, my first born. You gave me my title,” he told her seriously.
Blue shifted in the seat once more and she looked away from him, “no, you clearly hate me.” She said to him, “why?” she asked him once more. “Why do you treat me like the scum of the earth in this house?” she questioned him, her knee still bouncing.
“I don’t know why you are saying this Blue” Samuel said seriously “because I am hard on you, I hate you?” he asked her. “Is that what you think?” he asked. “Because I treat just the same as I treat the others in the house”.
Shaking her head, Blue looked at her father. “You absolutely do not treat Siena, Phoenix, and Luca the way that you treat me,” she told him easily. “Are you that blind to your own actions?” she asked him seriously. “I breathe and to you I have an attitude,” she said, looking away from him again. “Just tell me… what is it?” she asked him.
“I barely was home before I quit” Samuel said to her with a heavy sigh, “how could I find the time to ‘bully’ you around?” he wondered. When she went on, he shook his head “you changed not me” he told her. “I’ve been the same man my whole life, since before you were born. Nothing has changed” he said with a shrug. “You changed; you got a chip on your shoulder. Dating chicks?” he asked her with a raised brow. “You always talk about how you don’t care and how much we annoy you as family members. How did this become the dad hates me show?”
Blue arched an eyebrow at her father. Him barely being home at one point in time was part of the problem and as he went on, saying that she changed, she snorted softly. She grew up. She wasn’t a 5-year-old little girl anymore. It was life. As he mentioned her dating women, her eyes went a bit wide and she pointed at him. “There it is. Exactly that,” she said harshly. “Dating chicks,” she repeated him. “My being gay bothers you so much,” she said shaking her head. “That is when you changed. When you started treating me differently. After I came out,” she huffed. “That is when you started hating me,” she told him, ignoring all else because yes, her siblings got on her nerves and she talked shit, but she absolutely loved and adored her sisters and her brother. She was always there for them. No matter what. She talked a big game about how she didn’t care but those were just words, her actions clearly proved differently. His on the other hand countered all of his words in the worst way.
Samuel looked at her as she butted in giving her spill and her thoughts about what she felt happened between them. Samuel sat back in his chair and he picked his coffee mug up taking a long sip of the hot liquid and he sat it back down with a slow shake of his head.
Blue leaned forward now, staring at her father. “Say something,” she told him. “Tell me that I am wrong…” she huffed slightly. “Why does my sexuality bother you? You’re the only one that seems to care in this house,” she told him with a slight throw of her hands.
Samuel looked back at Blue as she commanded him to say something and he continued to stare at her. “It wasn’t what I envisioned,” he said to her with a slight head shake. “I had visions of walking you down the aisle way before you could walk, grandkids, the whole shebang. I get that these people are so innovative” he said using air quotes. “Love is love and all this stuff” he told her “but do you date women because you love them or despise being what we would want you to be. Is it a jab at us?” he asked her “sticking it to the man, being the only odd one out?” he challenged. “You go from one extreme to the next and I am supposed to take you seriously….” he said. “Don’t conform to whatever it doesn’t matter anymore. My judgement nor my thoughts matter. You do what you want either way” he chuckled “why are we even having this conversation right now” he asked her. “If I get on my hands and knees it would never be enough for you and then tomorrow you’ll be flicking me off behind my back just to get some chuckles from the low life jerks you call friends, this beyond a girl thinking she likes girls….”
Blue sat back as he finally began to speak and she listened to him, shaking her head a bit. What you envisioned, she said in her head. This was sick. What he thought about her was sick. “Wow…” she breathed out when he was done and she sunk down in the chair, blinking slowly at him. “Why are some parents like this man…” she said chuckling bitterly as she shook her head more. “What you envision for my life?” she questioned him. “I completely understand wanting to walk me down the aisle and watching me having children and alladat,” she said, “that is not out of the question,” she told him, “but maybe I don’t want any of those things. What if I don’t want to get married?” she asked him. “That’s not me sticking it to the so-called man that's just me making a decision about my life and my path,” she said bitterly. “I don’t know why parents think that kids have to live their lives by their standards and what they want for their kids… that is toxic,” she told him looking away. “Contrary to whatever you might think, my interest in women has absolutely nothing to do with you or anyone else for what matter, why would it? Does your interest in mom have anything to do with anyone else's opinions or thoughts?” she questioned him. “Did you marry her to shove it in your brother’s faces?” she asked him with a questioning expression. “Probably not,” she said, “my gayness has nothing to do with anyone but me and what I find myself attracted to,” she told him with a head shake. “I don’t know how you think that is a jab at you,” she snorted out. “The world does not revolve around you dad,” she told him. “And as far as we go, do you truly realize how many times I’ve actually tried to spend time with you?” she asked him. “Perfect example, homecoming this school year, I asked you to take me shopping for a suit to impress Ariel and you couldn’t even do that. You kept blowing me off to the point where mom finally just took me,” she told him, blinking slowly. “So please don’t with that mess, I have tried to have an actual father-daughter bond with you…”
“Okay then live your life Blue. I am not stopping you from doing anything, you are free to do as you please. You are grown, I often forget that,” Samuel said as he took a sip from his coffee cup. “Not my brother’s face no” he said with a shrug “I never deserved your mother, I married her to prove it to myself that I could do everything she needs and I think I have done a pretty good job at that” he told her. “And contrary to popular belief no one wanted to see me with your mother, you know the whole black and white thing” he said as she sat the cup down. “You made your argument; you are gay. I accept that. It won’t change, I understand. As your parent I should support you, no problem” he said.
Blue gazed at her father and she blinked slowly as she shifted in the seat once more. Listening to him, she couldn’t help but to agree. He absolutely did not deserve her mother but without them being together there would be no her, or her siblings. Sighing deeply, Blue drug her fingers through her hair. Shaking her head, a bit. “Right,” she said as she moved to stand up. She shoved her hands in her pockets. She didn’t even know why she tried to talk to him. At the least, she could tell Ariel that she tried. “Good talk dad…” she said sarcastically as she moved to leave.
Samuel looked at Blue and he dropped his head resting it in his hands, why didn’t people ever understand what he meant when he said it. She sighed heavily, that would just be one more thing to add to the other countless things.
Walking out of the room, Blue closed the door behind her and pulled her phone from her pocket to call Ariel back. She moved back outside, leaning her blanket on the couch. Stepping out on the patio, she called Ariel placing the phone to her ear, before he moved out into the grass of their massive backyard. She climbed up the slide of Luca’s play set and laid in there, basically hiding.
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Rodney Evans' Stunning 'Vision Portraits' Shows How He and Other Artists Deal with Sight Loss
Vision Portraits is a deeply personal documentary by award-winning filmmaker Rodney Evans (Brother to Brother) as he explores how his loss of vision may impact his creative future, and what it means to be a blind or visually impaired creative artist. It’s a celebration of the possibilities of art created by a Manhattan photographer (John Dugdale), a Bronx-based dancer (Kayla Hamilton), a Canadian writer (Ryan Knighton), and the filmmaker himself, each of whom experience varying degrees of visual impairment. Using archival material along with new illuminating interviews and observational footage of the artists at work, Evans has created a tantalizing meditation on blindness and creativity, a sensual work that opens our minds to new possibilities.
I sat down with Rodney Evans to discuss this remarkable documentary, which has been winning awards at film festivals all over the country including the Outstanding Documentary Award from the 2019 Frameline San Francisco LGBTQ Film Festival and a Special Award for Artistic Achievement from Outfest Los Angeles.
Danny Miller: This is such a moving film, it was fascinating to watch you and these three incredible artists at work. Let’s get one big cliché out of the way — what do you think about the idea that when one sense is impaired in some way, the other senses become way more attuned?
Rodney Evans
Rodney Evans: I mean, I do think that’s true to a certain degree. I think my hearing is much more acute due to my visual impairments and I think being visually impaired often leads artists to want to explore their other senses. You see it with all the artists profiled in the film.
Even as I ask that question, though, I worry that it partly stems from my subconscious desire to hear people in your position to say that losing some of your vision was a “gift.” Do you feel that some people watch a film like this needing to find a way to make it all “okay?”
Yes, I do think some people are looking for what I would call “inspiration porn!” I’m very aware of the parameters of that genre and I worked hard to not fall into it.
Kayla Hamilton
I think the way you avoid that is to show multidimensional characters and all shades of gray — let’s celebrate the triumphs but let’s also see some of the devastating episodes that occur when someone loses their vision and has to navigate the New York City subway system via muscle memory. Believe me, there are experiences that people with visual impairments go through that can be very difficult. I think I’m very real about that in the film but I also wanted to show how such experiences can become a catalyst for making art. Look at Kayla Hamilton in the film. She’s a very multidimensional character and a brilliant artist and she wasn’t afraid of taking about how she contemplated taking her own life at one point. But then she went on to use that experience to make a very powerful singular piece of work.
I love her dance piece so much, I’d love to see the whole thing. How did you choose the artists to profile in the film, was it about wanting to represent different art forms and show people with different creative responses to their visual impairment?
Ryan Knighton
I think it was a combination of those things. In the case of Ryan Knighton, I was already friends with him. He wrote this very powerful memoir called Cockeyed that just blew me away. We first met after he adapted it into a screenplay and was looking for a director. We ended up sharing our work with each other and we stayed in touch. So when I thought of making this film, he was probably the first person I reached out to. And I was very interested in his experience because he has the same condition that I have, retinitis pigmentosa.
What first put the idea in your head of making a documentary about artists dealing with vision loss?
It had been brewing for a long time. Around the end of 2014, I started to think about what I’d do if my vision continued to deteriorate. I had noticed some deterioration between my first and second features and my fears were looming about how I’d continue to make films if things got much worse. I think my M.O. as an artist is to always move towards things that scare the crap out of me, frankly. I didn’t want to keep it hidden so I just decided to address it and try to conquer the fear. I started looking for other artists creating work in that situation, I wanted to know what their artistic practice was like. In addition to Ryan, I had a friend who knew John Dugdale. I had always loved John’s photographs — I thought they were really beautiful.
His photographs are amazing, and he seems like such a fascinating guy.
John Dugdale
He is. And I know it was very painful for him to have to go back through all of those memories of being in St. Vincent’s at the height of the AIDS epidemic. He was there for a year and a half and lost his vision as a result. John had a series of AIDS-related strokes, and as he says in the film, a lot of times when you had AIDS, vision loss was one of the last symptoms. But John lost his vision early on. St. Vincent’s was the epicenter of the AIDS epidemic at that time, so many people were dying all around him. That period obviously had a huge impact on his work.
Did making this film help you feel less fear about your condition as you hoped it would?
Yes, I definitely feel less fear now and I feel less shame. I just feel free and empowered.
Were you actively trying to hide your vision loss before you made this documentary?
I felt very hidden within the film industry and I was even told by certain producers that I should never say that I was visually impaired in a pitch meeting. Better no one should know.
Oy, not exactly a prescription for getting rid of any internal shame you were feeling. That anecdote you tell in the film about needing a cane and your mother getting you a walking cane instead of one for visually impaired people was so poignant. Did you find a lot of similarities to when you came out as gay?
Oh yes, there were many parallels.
Like, “I love and support you, but please don’t make a spectacle of yourself, no one needs to know!”
Exactly. I mean, I do understand where my mother was coming from. Parents want the best for their kids and they don’t want their kids to have to come up against homophobia or ableism of this world. They know that’s going to make their children’s lives harder and they don’t want them to have a hard life. That’s why my parents moved from Jamaica to the U.S. so that I would have better opportunities. So on that level, I understand the protective parental instinct: “Holy shit, you’re black, you’re gay, and now have this disability? Your life is going to be so fucking hard! Why does everyone need to know?” I get it, but it just doesn’t work.
You sound like you have a lot of compassion for your parents.
I understood the culture that they come from which is not LGBT friendly and had different attitudes about people with disabilities. There’s this universal immigrant fantasy that my parents subscribed to. Come to this country, be successful, keep up with the Joneses, build your successful business, put your kids through college, and have them be as successful as possible. And while doing that, they should try to blend in and assimilate as much as they can and never do anything that might prevent them from getting the highest paying job.
It would be great if all parents of kids with any vision loss could see this documentary.
I do hear from parents who are very appreciative. But I mostly hear from low vision adults who are very grateful to see themselves reflected on screen for the first time. Some of them come up after screenings and hug me for a long time. They are so grateful for the authentic representation of what their lives are like. Some people told me they’d been waiting their whole life for this movie, that it fills a hunger they’ve had to feel seen and to feel whole and that their experience is valid and valuable.
I’m sure this film is giving people dealing with vision loss a lot of hope.
When you first receive such a diagnosis, many people think it means that their life is over and that they are doomed to a very sheltered existence with a caretaker. I think the film debunks this stereotype because it shows these fiercely independent artists out in the world making very powerful work. I’m thrilled to be able to turn this experience into something that’s healing and transformative both for me and for audiences.
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Vision Portraits is playing in New York and Los Angeles and will be opening in other cities in the coming weeks.
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18 People Who Probably Shouldn't Be Allowed To Meet Celebrities
“Trying to disentangle my candy from an Emmy award winner’s arm hair was decidedly not a highlight for me.”
1. “I saw Nick Jonas and his girlfriend at the time, Olivia Culpo, on the streets of New York City and went to get a picture with them. I had no clue a paparazzo was filming across the street, so it was interesting when I came home to find the moment my skirt blew up from the subway grate was on YouTube. Now 160,000 people have seen my ass… Thank God I was wearing boy shorts that day.” – hayleyrae
2. “Gary Sinise does a lot of work with the USO and can often be found traveling the world visiting various military bases around the world, meeting the troops and performing with his band. He came to our base in Naples, Italy for July 4th, 2003. I was hammered thanks to the free-flowing margarita machines, and when our group got our turn to meet him and take pictures, I greeted him by hollering, ‘LIEUTENANT DAN, YOU GOT NEW LEGS!’ He must have heard this a bajillion times by now, so he was not amused, but tolerated it until I crowded in a little too closely for the picture and forgot about the sticky AF Ring Pop that was on my hand. It promptly adhered itself to his arm hair. Trying to disentangle my candy from an Emmy award winner’s arm hair was decidedly not a highlight for me.” – Sandra Navi Young, Facebook
3. “When I was about 10, I had the chance to meet President Obama through my dad’s work (he works at the air force base). When I met him, the first and only thing I said was, ‘That tie doesn’t look good with your grey hair.’ He laughed and tousled my hair, but I still think about it to this day.” – cassiej48d97d62b
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4. “On Christmas Eve one year, Paul Rudd came into the store where I worked for a gift card. Desperate for something clever to say to him, I said, ‘Has anyone ever told you you look like David Schwimmer?'” – alih41dd2a5e5
5. “I went to the gym one day after work. The place was basically deserted, and I was excited because I really wanted to de-stress without feeling self-conscious. About five steps outside the locker room, I see Joe Keery from Stranger Things. I LOVE that show, and I loved him in it, but something about seeing him standing there in workout gear checking his smartphone kind of broke my brain. I forgot his name, his character’s name, my name, and how to walk and talk. Instead of saying something, I stopped dead in my tracks and kind of…yelped? I was so mortified, and of course because the gym was empty there was nowhere to hide. I kept running into him – by the water fountain! By the treadmills! I was so self-conscious I left after about half an hour, and frantically texted my best friend the whole way home. We agreed it was one of my more awkward moments.” – Emily Mason, Facebook
6. “I was working at swanky hotel and restaurant and Hugh Jackman had been staying there with his family for a few weeks filming a movie. I’d just pulled a 12-hour shift so my mind was mush, and I ended up serving him at a table. I went to pour him some water automatically, but forgot I hadn’t asked him if he wanted any and tried to stop myself. My tired mind had already started the process of pouring. I basically poured a bottle all over his leg, where his phone was sitting, while asking, ‘Did you want water?’ He was such a damn nice guy that he just looked up at me and said, ‘I usually prefer it in my glass.'” – charlies46d587761
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7. “The company I work for has a lot of actors coming in on a daily basis, and Steve Buscemi was scheduled to come in one day. At the time I was drawing a blank trying to conjure a mental image of him because for some reason I tend to get him, Willem Dafoe, and Christopher Walken mixed up. I had Google Image searched him, gotten up, and was getting water or something, when I saw the receptionist leading him right past my computer. Of course, he glanced at the screen full of pictures of his face.” – zombie93
8. “My best friend and I went to Tampa Bay Comic Con in 2014 just to meet Evan Peters. When it was my turn for a photo I asked him to do the prom pose with me, and he put his arms around my chest and hugged me from behind. He definitely should’ve put his arms around my waist, but I guess he didn’t know that, so for a moment in time, I spaced out, forgot Evan was a major celebrity and readjusted his hands, not realising they were pretty much touching my boobs. If that wasn’t bad enough, I got a text message from my mother right before the photo was taken while Evan was hugging me from behind. He jumped a little, laughed and said, ‘Oh! Uhh I think you got a text!’ My phone was in my back pocket and it had vibrated on his crotch when the text came in!” – sarcasticsierra
9. “I attended a taping of Mike and Molly, and after filming, we got to meet the cast. When it came to meeting Melissa McCarthy, I told her that I identified with the characters she portrays and ‘it’s coming out of me like lava’. What I didn’t follow up to say was that I laughed the hardest at that scene in particular. She was repulsed and said, ‘That doesn’t sound pleasant.'” – kimberlyd4f5b81ae2
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10. “I was at a Miranda Sings show a couple of summers ago with my mom, my sister, my sister’s best friend, and her mom. We were waiting in line to go in and we saw a bunch of girls taking a picture with a tall, attractive man. My sister’s friend’s mom informed me that they were taking a picture with Liam Hemsworth. I had no clue what Liam looked like, I just knew he was famous and wanted to get a good Instagram, so I chased him into the lobby and took a very awkward picture with him. I used my default celebrity meeting line, telling him that I loved his work. He looked confused, but thanked me, and we moved on. It was only after I posted the photo on Instagram that I realised how weird this was. What would Liam Hemsworth be doing at a Miranda Sings show? Why was he walking in with a random blonde girl and not Miley Cyrus? Apparently, other people shared my confusion, because some girl commented on my photo to inform me that I had in fact met Robert Graham from The Bachelor.” – caylai2
11. “One time my friend and I were on the subway and a guy came on and sat down next to us. I told my friend that I thought it was Ansel Elgort, but she wasn’t sure, so when it got to our stop I said to him, ‘Has anyone told you that you look like Ansel Elgort?’ He responded, ‘Yeah I get that a lot.’ As I got off the train I heard someone else say to him, ‘Is that because you are Ansel Elgort?’ He chuckled and said yes. Cue facepalm.” – jblass
12. “My friend invited me to go meet the original cast of Hamilton in New York City. We were admitted directly on to the stage in the theatre, and immediately we saw a man in a ponytail, centre stage, talking to at least 10 people. We walked over, and my friend is basically tripping over herself, stuttering words of admiration about the man. In my head, I’m like, ‘Why is she being so weird? Who is this guy?’ He was so warm and sweet. He introduced himself as Lin, and my friend is literally ready to pee herself. Instead of telling him my name, I asked him where Leslie Odom Jr was. It wasn’t until 20 minutes later that I realised I shrugged off a conversation with one of the most prominent playwrights in modern history, Lin-Manuel Miranda.” – cpacheco
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13. “My husband and I had the lucky opportunity to go to a food and wine weekend at a luxury glamping resort in Montana. Laura Prepon from Orange Is The New Black was there as well. My husband indulged too heavily in the wine part of the weekend, and proceeded to spill her own drink on her.” – kelseyu4da6cfd12
14. “A couple of years ago, I met Michelle Williams (the actress, not one third of Destiny’s Child) after seeing her star in Cabaret on Broadway. I made sure to head to the stage door to meet her, and while she was graciously signing my playbill, I was mesmerised by her legit, make up-free glow. I just stared at her, dazed, and said, ‘I. Love. Your. Skin.’ It was totally creepy. I felt like Buffalo Bill from Silence of the Lambs.” – natalieh49b5c843e
15. “I saw Emma Watson at the Beverly Hilton the day before the SAG Awards about five years ago. I smiled at her politely without realising who it was, then made a sort of squealing sound when it clicked and instinctively began to follow her and her friend throughout the hotel. I spent the next 45 minutes peeking into hotel room windows to see if I could find them and get proof that I’d met her. I was eventually escorted off the premises.” – phoebeg4870dc518
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16. “I was picking up takeout from a place in the Pacific Palisades with my friend and I accidentally opened a door into a man’s face. I immediately apologised, he shrugged it off, and my friend and I got into our car. The first thing she said was, ‘Dude, that was Ben Affleck.’ Apparently I slammed a door into Ben Affleck’s face. Not my finest moment.” – victorias4e1b807b6
17. “I met Peter Dinklage at a brewery in Asheville when he was filming Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri. I got up the courage to talk to him and he was so nice! He made some comment about being there with Daniel Day Lewis, and gestured to the person to his right. It clearly wasn’t Daniel Day Lewis, so I kind of laughed and continued taking a selfie of the two of us. It wasn’t until I saw the two later that I realised it was Sam Rockwell. My boyfriend, who was with me, brings up the fact that we dissed Sam Rockwell at least once a week.” – Megan Williams, Facebook
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18. “I brushed shoulders with The Edge and immediately vomited.” – annet4c7172ded
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