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GENERAL HOSPITAL Stars Remember Robyn Bernard
Soap fans were heartbroken to learn of the death of GENERAL HOSPITAL actress Robyn Bernard, who played Terry Brock on the soap. And so were some of the castmates and friends she made during her six years in Port Charles who shared their thoughts and memories with Soaps In Depth.
Kevin Bernhardt, who played Kevin O’Connor, Terry’s love interest who married her before gaslighting and trying to kill her, was devastated by the loss. “Robyn so perfectly embodied the character of Terry Brock that oftentimes Terry Brock seemed embodied in Robyn,” he recalled. “Robyn lived life to the fullest, and left every ounce of herself on those sets, as well as a big piece of her heart — with her songs.
“I am saddened to hear of the personal challenges she suffered after she had graced the show,” Bernhardt continued, “but I will continue to hold this beautiful and talented leading lady in my heart — as I remember Mrs. Kevin O’Connor. Robyn’s surely in a better place now, where she, Terry Brock, and their gospel songs will be just as beloved as they were by those who loved them on GENERAL HOSPITAL.”
Terry’s singing partner in 1987, Dusty Walker, was played by Shaun Cassidy, who shared: “I was saddened to learn of Robyn’s passing. She brought joy to a lot of people through her work on the show, and while I was only there for a brief period, she taught me a lot. My condolences to her friends and family.”
Brad Maule (ex-Tony) expressed: “Robyn Bernard was a wonderful actress and very much loved by everyone on GH. In the words of Willie Nelson, she was, ‘an angel flying too close to the ground.’
Guy Mack, who was Terry’s other leading man, Patrick O’Connor, composed some absolutely lovely words to pay tribute to his friend. “In the tapestry of life, she was a melody lost, a soul ensnared by shadows of torment,” he said. “Through the labyrinth of her existence, she sang with a voice that was a testament to her immense talent and resilience. Yet, her journey was veiled in a shroud and the harrowing echoes of past traumas. Gone are the burdens of a harsh world’s weight as she shed her cloak of mortal toil and pain.
“Though she wandered alone, lost, stubborn, and resolute,” he continued, “may she now find solace in the embrace of our Lord with eternal tranquility, where her voice and her soul’s song echoes forever. Like the autumn leaf untethered from the bough, she departs this mortal coil, no longer bound. Farewell, my friend. May your spirit soar unfettered, finally at peace. God bless you, Robin.”
Lynn Herring, whose Lucy was a mousy librarian at the time, shared: “So very sad. I loved her beauty and her talent so.”
“I remember Robyn very fondly,” shared Ian Buchanan (Duke). “She was a gentle, kind soul. So very talented and tons of fun! I am very sad to hear of her passing and send my deepest sympathy to her loved ones.”
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Alright! @x-macready-red
He's a funny little dog you encounter at the start, and the first enemy you fight. which is silly but i do think there is something to take from it. ..
Brad see's Terry's situation-- he's stuck in a tree and Brad does not want to help at all. Terry acts utterly pathetic in Brad's eyes. There was no thought in Brad's mind to stick around because of that. The dog is puny and weak-- this is proven when Brad does give in to acting, and defeating Cheese Legs. It might seem unimportant for him to go and do, but it leads to two things imo:
Brad's choice to defeat Cheese Legs is the earliest implication of any kind of dog metaphor.
But wait, if thats the case, and Brad "defeated" the dog metaphor, how does that work? Well see. Cheese Legs is small, weak, and ultimately forgettable to the player. And to Brad. It means nothing to Brad. He is not in a mental place where he could recognize the importance of killing the dog and saving Terry.
Its done more as a "well, i guess i have to". And in turn, any lesson Brad could have gained is lost on him. The dog is dead but the meaning is still there, because Brad failed to think about the choices he was making and the good intentions he could have had about it. Recognizing it at all could've been the first step out, but it wasn't. Much like how Brad fails to realize at all that his actions towards Buddy had been abusive this whole time.
2. Terry's presence and association with Cheese Legs, and him forcefully joining Brad, is an extension of this metaphor.
He represents Brad's failure to understand why his act should have been out of kindness instead of perceived weakness, his inability to understand the point in killing the dog.
But also, much like a dog, Terry sticks around as one of the kindest and most loyal companions in the game (new content supporting this even more). He wants to follow Brad along after he saved him because of his actions, even if Brad thought nothing of it. Because a dog will do that- the dog will love you whether you realize it or not, it swiftly makes itself a part of you. If Brad could not understand the important of defeating Cheese Legs, then Terry could be that dog for him.
A dog will stick to your side. Brad's abuse is a loyal dog that will not leave him, as much as that dog wants to hurt him and others. He needs a loyal dog but.... it can't be one who's ready to snap and bark and maul the moment he feels threatened. Brad doesn't realize that a kind and loving dog could be just as good, just as much of a defense. It is so much better than the scared and violent dog.
And his annoyance with Terry sticking with him shows how he still cannot see this. Terry inserts himself sooo early into the story but its too early for him to ever learn. Brad ultimately struggles to ever realize any of this.
So, Cheese Legs in some way gets the ball rolling for the dog metaphor.
i start this as /j but i think i made it /srs. oops
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CELEBRITIES
Pedro Pascal, Oscar Isaac, Tom Hardy, Ewan McGregor, Cillian Murphy, Jake Gyllenhaal, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Andrew Lincoln, Norman Reedus, John Bernthal, Evan Peters, William Zabka, Jensen Ackles, Antony Starr, Karl Urban, Johnny Depp, Brad Pitt, Jack Nicholson, Matthew McConaughey, Enzo Vogrincic, Harrison Ford, Alain Delon, Marlon Brando, Bruce Springsteen
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Rick Grimes, Daryl Dixon, Negan Smith, Michonne, Carl Grimes
Rick x Michonne, Rick x Daryl, Abraham x Sasha, Rosita x Tara, Daryl x Connie
GAME OF THRONES / HOUSE OF THE DRAGON / ASOIAF
Tyrion Lannister, Jaime Lannister, Jon Snow, Sandor Clegane, Oberyn Martell, Stannis Baratheon, Daenerys Targaryen, Cersei Lannister, Petyr Baelish, Tywin Lannister, Sansa Stark, Robb Stark, Theon Greyjoy, Ned Stark, Robert Baratheon, Jorah Mormont, Asha/Yara Greyjoy, Brienne of Tarth, Benjen Stark, Euron Greyjoy, Beric Dondarrion, Daemon Targaryen, Harwin Strong, Aemond Targaryen, Aegon II Targaryen, Jacaerys Velaryon, Cregan Stark
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ATTACK ON TITAN
Eren Yeager, Jean Kirstein, Reiner Braun, Annie Leonhart, Porco Galliard
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Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Ryomen Sukuna, Yuji Itadori, Nanami Kento, Toji Fushiguro, Megumi Fushiguro, Maki Zenin, Nobara Kugisaki, Mahito, Choso, Yuta Okkotsu, Shiu Kong
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MORTAL KOMBAT 1
Johnny Cage, Kenshi, Liu Kang, Kitana, Bi-Han
Johnny x Kenshi, Liu Kang x Kitana
COBRA KAI / THE KARATE KID
Johnny Lawrence (y/a), Daniel LaRusso (y/a), Miguel Diaz, Eli Moskowitz/Hawk, Tory Nichols, Sam LaRusso, Terry Silver
Johnny x Daniel (y/a), Miguel x Sam, Miguel x Tory, Tory x Robby, Miguel x Robby, Eli/Hawk x Moon, Kreese x Terry (y/a)
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Harry, Draco, Ron, Hermione, Cedric, James (y/a), Sirius (y/a), Remus (y/a), Albus (y), Lucius (y/a), Barty
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Frank Castle, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Thor, Loki, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Yelena Belova, Kate Bishop, Stephen Strange, Peter Parker (any version), Felicia Hardy, Carol Danvers, Peter Quill, Gamora, Wanda Maximoff, Vision, T’Challa, Victor Von Doom, Erik Lehnsherr, Matt Murdock, Elektra, Maria Hill, Reed Richards, Johnny Storm, Susan Storm, Ben Grimm
Tony x Bruce, Loki x Mobius, Sam x Bucky, Tony x Bucky, Bucky x Natasha, Natasha x Yelena (non mcu), Yelena x Kate, Peter x Gamora, Scott x Hope, Frank x Matt, Frank x Karen, Victor x Tony, Victor x Reed, Victor x Stephen, Reed x Susan
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Bruce Wayne (any version), Selina Kyle, John Constantine, Diana
Bruce x Selina, Bruce x Harvey Dent, John x Zatanna, John x Bruce, Roman Sionis x Victor Zsasz, Harley Quinn x Diana
OTHERS
Thomas Shelby (Peaky Blinders), John Shelby (Peaky Blinders), Ragnar Lothbrock (Vikings), Joe Goldberg (You), Joe Goldberg x Rhys Montrose (You), Tyler Durden (Fight Club), Rust Cohle (True Detective), Kai Anderson (AHS), Tate Langdon (AHS), Tate Langdon x Violet Harmon (AHS), James March (AHS), Lalo Salamanca x Nacho Varga (Breaking Bad), Billy Butcher (The Boys), Soldier Boy (The Boys)
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Regards, Loki - Chapter 35
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It was the day of the gala, and Louisa was spending her morning baking out her nerves. She was finally going to meet her Loki tonight. Cora came in, not even bothering to knock.
“You don’t need to be nervous, lady!”
Louisa looked at her. “I’m not nervous.”
Cora looked all around the kitchen at the baked goods. “Want to try that one more time?”
She scoffed in return. “Fine. I’m nervous. I’m incredibly nervous. What if he takes one look at me and runs the opposite direction?”
“He’d be a complete moron if he did. If anyone runs away from anyone, it’ll be you running away from him, but I don’t see that happening.” She snatches her friend’s phone and scrolls through the messages between her and Loki. “This guy is obviously crazy about you.”
Louisa let out a deep sigh. “I don’t know. What if it’s a catfish scam? What if…….”
Cora cut her off. “No more what ifs. You’re meeting him in a public location at an event that is invite only to a masquerade gala that is posted all over the Labyrinth discords for those who wish they could go and are starving for pictures during and after the event. It will be okay.”
“And what if it’s not?”
“If it’s not, then leave and catch the first cab you can. Or call me. I’ll bring Chad and Brad with me, and we’ll get in and kick his ass.”
They both laughed. “You’re the best.”
Cora smiled. “Of course! That’s what I’m here for. I just wish I could go with you when you get your hair and makeup and stuff done for it. I have a project I have to work on this afternoon.”
Louisa thought for a moment. “You know what? I should have enough time to stop by the cafe for a bit before going there? That way you and the boys can see me in all my glory rather than just pictures?”
Cora squealed. “YES! That would be amazing!”
“Consider it done.” She smiled at her friend. The baking was almost complete. The last of it just needed to cool off. Louisa started boxing up everything else.
“Is that going to the cafe?” Louisa noded in confirmation. “Yep. I figure why not. Hopefully the guys won’t mind an extra drop off.”
“Lady, you’re crazy to think they’d mind extra goodies. I went by for our drinks on my way here, and they were already sold out.”
“Really?” She was stunned. Cora nodded. “They weren’t lying when they said your treats sell out fast. When will you take them there?”
Louisa thought for a moment. “I’ll probably go by after the brownies have cooled off so I can box those up too.”
“You’ll have to take the back entrance so you don’t get mauled.”
Louisa laughed.
Cora didn’t. “Seriously. Take the back entrance. Let the guys know when you’re on your way, especially if you want to protect your anonymity as their baker. I found a facebook page in tribute to your baked goods, and people are trying to figure out who the mystery baker is.”
She pulled out her phone and pulled up the facebook group to show her, and Louisa’s eyes went wide.
Without further hesitation, she pulled out her phone and let the guys know she’d be coming by the back entrance in 30 minutes with some more goodies. It didn’t take more than 2 seconds for either of them to respond with cheering emojis and gifs.
Cora had to take off and gave her friend a hug. “I’ll be at the cafe when I finish!” Louisa waved her off.
10 minutes later, the brownies were cooled. Shortly after, she cut them into squares and packed them up. She had to get 3 oversized totes to load up everything.�� Although the bakery wasn’t super far, she decided to take a taxi this time to save herself the hassle of walking that far with such a large load.
The driver of the taxi she got was incredibly nice and dropped her off to the side of the cafe, allowing her to take all 3 totes around to the back entrance where Brad was eagerly waiting.
“I wasn’t expecting you to have more goodies for us today. What ya got for me, babe?” He grabbed 2 of the totes and helped her into the back of the cafe. She started pulling things out, and his eyes went wider and wider.
“I hope this is okay?”
“Okay? This is amazing! I think we’ll save most of this for tomorrow morning. The customers will be super excited to see these.” He pulled out his laptop and went to the baker’s instagram page, ready to post that they received a few additional goodies for the afternoon. Cora looked in awe. Brad smiled. “We decided to start posting when we open if we have treats and then again when we run out because SOME people were getting upset about not making it in time. This will be a really nice surprise for them.”
She watched as he used his template to create a new post. Before posting, he took the boxes to their small kitchen and started putting items on different plates. When he had everything plated that he was going to put out that afternoon, he took a couple of pictures. He created the new post first with the notice of new goodies in for the afternoon followed by pictures of what was now available. He took them out front, and placed them in the display. By the time he got back, which wasn’t more than a couple minutes, the post was already getting likes and comments.
Chad wanted to come back and say hello, but the moment the goodies were placed up front, there was a bum rush of people scrambling from their tables to get what they wanted before they were gone. 15 minutes later, everything was gone.
When Brad put up the next post with being sold out again, there were several comments. Some were sad. Others asked when there would be more. There were also a couple of nasty comments about never having enough and that they should be giving more notice before putting things out. Brad just rolled his eyes at the negative comments.
This entire time, Louisa was surprised to see how quickly everything sold, seeing the demand herself in person. “They really like my stuff!”
“Bitch, I told you!” Chad came into the back, finally having gotten a break. He strode right up to Louisa and gave her a big hug. “You didn’t have to bring us more stuff, but we really appreciate it.” He looked over to see the other boxes of goodies left unopened. “Why didn’t we put those……….”
Brad cut him off. “We’re saving those for tomorrow.” Chad nodded. “Good idea.” They heard the doorbell ding, and Brad took his turn going up front to help customers.
“What time is your appointment?”
She looked at her phone. It was nearing 1:30 pm. “It’s at 3. So I have a little bit.”
He pulled out a couple of chairs for them. “I’m so excited for you for tonight! I bet you’ll look gorgeous.”
“I told Cora I’d come by here after I get my hair and makeup and stuff done. Plus, I have to get the okay from you guys on how I look before I go to the gala.”
He smiled. “Excellent!” They chatted over the next hour. Brad and Chad switched out every so often until she had to leave. She took the back exit out, and hailed a cab on the side street. The traffic was awful, but she made it on time to Adam’s who was waiting with bated breath.
They spent the first 2 hours working on the highlights in her hair before rinsing and then giving her a bit of a haircut. It took the next hour to style her hair, having to make a few adjustments here and there based on how things were turning out.
Once completed, he brought out his full makeup kit and started with primer, moving to other aspects. 30 minutes later, he pulled out the dress. His female assistant helped her change into the dress carefully, placing a makeup collar protector before placing the final touches. Once he was done, he pulled over his full length mirror. Looking into it, she didn’t recognize herself.
She pointed to her reflection in the mirror. “I don’t know who that is, but she looks like a model.”
He laughed a little. “Babe, you look amazing all on your own. I just added a touch here and there. You could go au natural, and you’d still look incredible!”
Looking at her phone, it was 6:30, and the gala was starting soon. Hailing a cab, she had her regular clothes in the garment bag. When a black cab pulled over, she got into it very very carefully before giving him the address to the cafe.
By the time she reached the cafe, it was almost 7 pm, but she didn’t want to let her friends down. So she pulled out her phone and sent him a quick message.
Sigyn: I’m running a bit late. Fashionably late as the magazines say.
She carefully got out of the cab and went to the front door where Brad, Chad, and Cora were all waiting inside. Opening the door, their heads snapped to see who it was and gawked at her, everyone’s eyes going big like saucers.
“Bitch, you look amazing!” Everyone was afraid to touch her, scared they’d ruin some aspect of her outfit.
She was nervous. “Are you sure? I feel like it’s a little much.” Her phone pinged.
Loki: Not a problem, darling. That’s how the best people arrive, yourself included.
She couldn’t stop herself from smiling, and no one needed to guess who had just texted her.
“We need to get you to that ball before you turn into a pumpkin.” Brad went to open the door while Chad hailed a cab.
Cora gave her air kisses, not wanting to ruin her makeup. “You’ll knock him dead!”
Without further adieu, Brad helped her get into the cab carefully so that her dress wouldn’t snag or get caught on anything. He gave the address to the cabbie and sent her on her way.
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Buzzdreissen for the ship meme
AAAA THANK YOUUU
Who asks the other on dates: buzzcut initiates the first few but after a while it's equal
Who is the bigger cuddler: depends on the situation. brad's always pulling the yawn-into-arm-around-shoulder thing. if they're just sitting on the couch dave will gradually lean his head onto brad's chest until they're both comfy
Who initiates holding hands more often: dave <3
Who remembers anniversaries: they both do! brad obvs keeps track of the big ones but dave makes mental notes of little things, like "may 16th was the first time he brought me flowers, july 7th was the first time he braided my hair..."
Who is more possessive: brad. that's HIS little hippie malewife
Who gets more jealous: brad. but i like thinking abt dave having his little jealous girlfriend mode moments
Who is more protective: BRAD especially after van driessen goes through like, the bus trip episode and getting mauled by a bear and his breakdown and all that fun stuff. dave's more vocal worrying about brad though, he sometimes borders on Anxious Mother territory
Who is more likely to cheat: um neither? the whole point is that they love each other
Who initiates sexy times the most: idk i feel like they're 50/50 on this
Who dislikes PDA the most: buzzcut pretends not to like it but he totally does. he only initiates it when he's in Jealous Mode, van d loves when he does it
Who kills the spider: if brad's home alone he'll just kill em but if dave's with him, brad takes them outside to make him happy and spare himself a lecture
Who asks the the other to marry them: brad! david thinks about it first and wants to ask for a while but he's worried abt scaring bradley away; i think especially at the beginning of their relationship dave had to help him overcome a lot of internalized homo/biphobia and he doesn't want to seem like he's moving too fast. he kind of anticipates it the night brad proposes bc brad's uncharacteristically antsy and when brad finally asks dave just starts bawling out of happiness and love but brad thinks Oh God I Fucked Up And Made Him Cry
Who buys the other flowers or gifts: i feel like it's a pretty equal exchange, bradley loves surprising dave with flowers while dave impulse-buys things that remind him of brad
Who would bring up possibly having kids: realistically speaking i don't think either would want their own kids to take care of 24/7 since they both already spend all day around kids, though dave has the occasional wave of baby fever. i think they'd end up having a cat that dave found as a stray one day and brought home; ofc brad did that Dad Thing where he initially didn't want to keep it but quickly warmed up to it and they both looove it
in my little single-dad-dave-raising-b&bh-turned-buzzdriessen-au they do both love their idiot sons though. i picture them as being like kitty and red forman from that 70s show
Who is more nervous to meet the parents: they both had shitty parents so buzzcut doesn't talk to his at all and van d talks to his mom once every couple years. in my silly little backstory for brad, i gave him 2 older sisters, so dave does get a little nervous when he meets them, but they all get along so it's chill.
Who sleeps on the couch when the other is angry: dave offers to and sets everything up but bradley insists on sleeping on the couch bc he "slept on worse in 'nam" and he's still insistent on being chivalrous even when they're mad at each other hehe
Who tries to make up first after arguments: david obvs. i feel like they don't fight too much bc van driessen is super conflict-avoidant and buzzcut's always fighting the rest of the world, but he HATES when they're mad at each other
Who tells the other they love them more often: verbally, dave 1000% percent, he's very "love-through-words" while bradley's very much a "love-through-actions" kind of guy, though he does drop the occasional "i love you" out loud and he uses a lot of sappy pet names for dave. i love making him super soft with david bc he hates just about everyone else
thank you SO much i love doing these and i love thinking about my little guys
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My Most Brilliant Specimen
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AU-gust Prompt 25: Mad Scientist
Summary: If Stiles’s boss could just pretend to be a normal person in a normal workplace, that’d be great. Especially when there are prospective donors in the lab. Is that too much to ask?
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It takes seven and a half minutes for someone to ask about the screaming. Stiles knows this because he set a timer on his phone when he started the tour.
Dr. Hale swore up and down that the whole torture thing would be “tasteful and discreet” and above all, quiet. Stiles argued that it didn’t exactly go that way the last time, but he was overruled.
Won’t be able to hear it, my ass, Stiles thinks, swallowing his long-suffering sigh.
“Eerie, isn’t it?” he says aloud, injecting false cheer into his tone. He’s a fucking professional, and at this point, he has a cover story for virtually everything. “Dr. Hale has been running an experiment to study the psychological effects of human voice mimicry on various test subjects.”
Actually, at this point in the day, it’s pretty likely those are the dying screams of Dr. Hale’s two former research assistants, now that his latest regenerated monstrosity in lab 3F has stopped toying with them. The price of attempted research theft is pretty steep around here.
Stiles makes a mental note to have the maintenance droids re-insulate that entire chamber.
Jill Lestner, the prospective donor from Quandary Research, narrows her eyes. “Is that ethical? Is there no possibility of a traumatic response?”
“Oh, I can promise you it’s regulation,” Stiles replies, without specifying whose.
He nimbly changes the subject to bring their attention to the recent terminal upgrades they’ve added, but he sees her scribbling into her notepad out of the corner of his eye.
Everyone gets forewarned that Dr. Hale doesn’t allow digital devices anywhere in the lab. In his emails, Stiles always cites typical concerns over information theft. In truth, he implemented the policy just in case someone sees something they shouldn’t (again) and tries to get photo evidence of it (again) to send it to the press (again). Ms. Lestner put up the most fuss about the rule by far, and thus far after their meeting in person, she’s living up to Stiles’s impression that she has zero chill.
As they step out of the main hall, Stiles leads them into one of the safer areas of the lab. Most of the room is centered around the array of screens on the far wall, each presenting images, graphs, and data from Dr. Hale’s most recent experiments. Or at least the ones Stiles hand-selected for their political correctness.
“This is where Dr. Hale compiles and analyzes most of his data. As you probably know, most of his latest work involves mapping out the cognitive responses of wolf packs in comparison with human social dynamics.” (Stiles is going to be pointing to this one analysis a lot, because it’s one of the few fully ethical ones they have on offer.)
“Will we meet Dr. Hale after the tour?” one of the donors interrupts.
“No,” Stiles says, though he’s literally crossing his fingers behind his clipboard. “He’s very busy today.”
Dr. Hale sees, but usually ignores, all of his memos about the daily agenda, so Stiles fervently hopes the man is still wrapped up in whatever display of lunacy his boredom has deigned to inflict on humanity. Last Stiles saw, he was coaxing one of his created monstrosities to start the morning’s mauling nice and slow, with “maybe just a few fingers” and trading insults with one of his cocky ex-research assistants. (Stiles never liked Brad, and he’s got no qualms about saying the dude doesn’t know when to shut up.)
“Never too busy to welcome guests,” a pleasant voice says over Stiles’s shoulder, and Stiles bites back a tired sigh.
Wearing his usual charming smile and the thick-framed glasses that accentuate his sharp face, Dr. Hale slips out from the hall to join them.
His lab coat isn't covered in viscera at the moment—thank god—but he is holding a beaker full of a smoking black liquid. Stiles knows it’s just coffee with a harmless reagent to make it smoke, but no one in the tour group will know that, so he feigns being a dutiful assistant by prying it from Dr. Hale’s hands before the man can terrify anyone by drinking from it.
“Dr. Hale! It’s an honor to meet you,” one of the donors says. “We’ve heard such good things about your work.”
“Your laboratory is lovely,” Ms. Lestner adds, smiling.
They move in to shake hands with him, each donor adding their own layer of appreciation to the pile.
Okay. Okay. Maybe this will be fine, Stiles reassures himself, setting the steaming beaker on the nearest table as he watches Dr. Hale take compliments with grace like a totally reasonable human being.
After all, the scientist can be charming when he wants to be. When it works to his advantage. And when he makes an effort, he has a natural charisma that puts people at ease. Stiles used to fall for it all the time, and he remembers how good it felt.
They’ll just…exchange pleasantries, and we’ll send these people on their way, completely unmutilated by reanimated creatures or sentient robots, and we’ll get all the funding I’ve been lining up.
Of course, the key thing to remember about Dr. Hale is that he’s charming when he wants to be.
“If I may say so, your recent work seems so…clean. Modern,” one of the donors ventures. “We were just—”
Someone coughs pointedly, and the man trails off.
“You were just…?” Dr. Hale asks, his casual smile growing sharper.
The donors glance amongst themselves, like they’re voting for someone to take charge of an awkward situation, and Stiles braces himself.
“We were half-expecting…well, incomprehensible horrors,” Ms. Lestner finishes, and the others chuckle.
“Oh, no, they’re quite comprehensible once you see them coming for you,” Dr. Hale reassures him.
Several members of the group let out weak, uncomfortable laughs.
Stiles clears his throat. “Why don’t we move on to the—?”
“So what is your most current project?” Ms. Lestner asks, pen poised over her notebook.
Stiles would be a terrible assistant if he didn’t have a PC answer ready to go for that lowball inquiry.
“As a matter of fact,” he begins, glancing at Dr. Hale in a way that he hopes communicates warning and also a threat that Stiles will stop reordering that stupid artisanal foie gras he likes for the kitchens, “his latest efforts include studying cranial electro-stimulation in—”
“Using cranio electro-stimulation to prevent or alter certain behaviors in subjects.”
Stiles is going to murder him, whether the man has constructed a death ray or no. “That’s not—”
“That would be a clear breach of ethics,” Ms. Lestner says slowly.
“Like aggression in wolves?” one of the other donors asks, rather diplomatically. His eyes dart to the displays on the screens behind them and then back to Stiles. “You mentioned—”
Before Stiles can answer, Dr. Hale offers a winning smile. “It’s a fancy way of saying ‘mind control research,’” he clarifies.
Stiles rubs at his temples. Yep, they’re done here. Two full weeks of effort down the drain.
To their credit (or maybe discredit), there’s a moment of silence like the donors are debating the answer, or maybe even willing to give Dr. Hale the benefit of the doubt. The same man begins, “But I thought…”
Dr. Hale looks sly enough to stab in the face. He sidles closer to Stiles, putting a hand over his shoulders, and the only reason Stiles doesn’t throw it off is because he thinks any movement might make it impossible to control his homicidal impulses.
“Oh, you’ll have to take my secretary’s words with a grain of salt. He’s just a biohazard that escaped the test chambers a while back. Serious delusions of grandeur.”
The donors actually glance at Stiles in alarm, like maybe it’s true.
Stiles scowls. “Oh my god. He’s joking. All of that is just a joke—”
“Alright, this has been interesting,” Dr. Hale says, sliding his hand to the small of Stiles’s back, which does not make Stiles shiver, and stepping away. “But as my secretary said—”
“I am an assistant,” Stiles hisses.
“—I’m terribly busy. If you’ll excuse me, I must attend to my work.”
He turns on his heel in a way Stiles knows he’s practiced, making his lab coat flare out dramatically behind him, and disappears back into the hall.
The donors stare at Stiles dubiously, gazes drifting up and down as if to catalog any features that might identify him as a biological monstrosity.
“Tour’s over,” he sighs. “Just get out.”
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Stiles’s happy place isn’t so much an emotional state of mind as it is the darkroom of lab 2C, where most of the wall is cluttered with bubbling flasks and condensers that are currently distilling…something.
Dr. Hale explained it to him once. Or rather lectured, and not without extreme condescension. But all Stiles knows is whatever’s running through the tubes along that wall glows in a cosmic bloom of pinks and purples, and the movements of the toxic fluid are weirdly soothing. So he sits on the lab table, legs crossed like he’s desperately trying meditation again (no, it didn’t work the first hundred times), and reminds himself that if Dr. Hale suddenly dies in a mysterious but tragic accident, he probably won’t get paid. And also that there’s never a good time to tell your boss to get fucked.
When he’s ready to be an adult—because one of them has to be, and as the paid party in this relationship he guesses it’ll have to be him—he wanders the lab until he finds Dr. Hale in his office on subfloor three.
He has a lot of polite, professional statements rehearsed, but when he sees the anticipatory smirk on Dr. Hale’s face, what comes out is: “So, do you have to behave like a child every time I try to get actual people from the science community in here?”
Bertie, the maintenance droid that always chirps hello at Stiles when it starts work in the morning, is reversing an acid stain in the carpet, but other than that, it’s just the two of them in the open room. Dr. Hale, smirk intact, swivels in his chair to face Stiles head-on.
“I’d like to think I can do whatever I like in my own lab.”
“You know how angry you get when we lose potential grant money for quote no apparent reason end quote.”
Dr. Hale scoffs. “I told you not to invite them here, didn’t I? The science community. I miss the days when everyone knew and accepted that science was full of explosions that might level a building or two. Now it’s just a bunch of fucking applications.”
Stiles takes a deep breath. Holds it. Lets it go. “Applications that help us keep this place funded.”
Dr. Hale waves a hand dismissively. “It’s fine. I know the board members, and Deucalion is in my corner.”
“Yeah, but only because he’s almost as mad as you are. And he’s only one person on your side. So—”
They’re treading back into a recurring argument that neither of them wants to have, so Stiles isn’t surprised when Dr. Hale says curtly, “Just drop it.”
Stiles runs a hand through his hair, half annoyed and half relieved. And then he drops it. Dr. Hale glares at him suspiciously, but Stiles doesn’t actually need his blessing. He’ll just try again next month, when Dr. Hale’s in Canada for the International Disruptive Science Convention, and Stiles can pretend the whole lab is a normal workplace with no accidents in the last year let alone the past twenty-four hours.
He realizes Dr. Hale looks maybe a bit more pissed than the situation deserves. His notes are scattered across the desk, and there seems to have been an avalanche of crumpled papers near the trash can.
Planning gone wrong? A failed experiment? If so, it would explain why he engaged in his favorite self-care activities: disposing of his enemies and fucking with ‘plebians.’
Stiles is a little loath to do it right now, but validating Dr. Hale’s self-worth is technically in his job description. (He should know, he’s picked through the thing with a fine-toothed comb to check for loopholes after being stupid enough to sign). He sighs, folding his arms and coming to sit on the corner of Dr. Hale’s desk, ignoring the glare over his choice of seating.
“Look,” he tries. “Dr. Hale—”
“Peter. I’ve told you to call me—”
“Dr. Hale,” Stiles insists, desperately clinging to the thin veil of formality keeping him from gouging the man’s eyes out with a pen, “whatever you’re upset about, it doesn’t matter anyway. Whatever you come up with, I’m sure it’ll…blow everyone away. Probably literally, whether or not that’s what you’re going for. (And especially the writers of that paper that disagreed with your findings in the last Journal of Abnormalities),” he adds in a low voice, unable to help himself.
“Don’t be patronizing,” Dr. Hale scowls. “I have three doctoral degrees and a master’s.”
“Yeah, but it’s a master’s in enology,” Stiles retorts petulantly, though he does so under his breath.
“More importantly,” Dr. Hale adds, swiveling back to face the desk, “I’ve decided we should make Ms. Lestner the next test subject for use in lab 3F.”
Stiles blinks at the change of subject. “What? For your little monster pet?”
“Be a darling and make sure it happens by end of day.”
“Are you shitting me? I can’t—”
Dr. Hale rolls his eyes. “I thought we’d moved past your annoying morals.”
“Yeah, no, I couldn’t give a fuck about her. She sidetracked the tour right off the bat with all her questions about the civil codes for this place. But we should have kidnapped her before she left. I’m not doing it now. And neither is anyone else,” he adds, when Dr. Hale glances pensively at Bertie.
“I am paying you to take orders,” Dr. Hale says, taking off his reading glasses.
It’s incredibly unfortunate, Stiles thinks, that Peter—that Dr. Hale looks so fucking good in a lab coat. And both in and out of those glasses, and with those eyes. He hates that it does something to him. And though he wishes he really believed the asshole slipped some kind of mind-altering agent into his lunch one day, he’s pretty sure it’s just his luck. It’s unfair on cosmic levels that he's contracted an ill-advised little obsession with his boss when the guy’s a total prick.
So he takes no small amount of joy in patting Dr. Hale condescendingly on the shoulder. “Not nearly enough.”
He can’t spin around quite as dramatically as Dr. Hale does, but he turns on his heel and strides out anyway.
“Close, but not quite,” Dr. Hale calls after him. “I’ll teach you, but you’ll need a coat.”
Stiles grumbles under his breath all the way upstairs. His office is on the main floor, not only because he’s a normal person who enjoys looking out of sunlit windows instead of fumbling around in basements, but also because it’s almost as far as he can possibly get from Dr. Hale’s office.
Booking Dr. Hale’s flight to the conference next month calms him down, though he’s not sure if there’ll be any way to clean out the bloodstains on 3F by the time he sets up the next tour. And then he stares through the window, wondering how far the donors possibly could have gotten in the last twenty minutes.
He emails Ms. Lestner on the pretense of apologizing for the display earlier, asking her to meet him back here for a one-on-one tour and a personal Q&A session with Dr. Hale. Then he pulls up Bertie’s task list for the day, typing in a command to fetch her when she arrives.
This asshole does not deserve me, he thinks mournfully, and hits Enter.
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Chapter 3
Content Warning, this is intended for people that are 18+ and this chapter includes graphic descriptions of self harm, substance abuse, and sexual content.
Saturday 10th March 2017 – The big day
Jessica’s POV
The big day finally came. I woke up at the crack of dawn excited and nervous for what I was about to do. Sleeping last night was impossible as my mind was constantly buzzing with all the possibilities of brand deals and exposure. Throughout the day I ran through the plan several times, it had to be perfect and believable. To the outside it had to look like an accident, an innocent but tragic accident.
As 5pm approached, the nerves kicked in but with the help of the beer brad got me those feelings soon passed. I gathered all my notes and plans and hid them at the bottom of my Christmas decorations box at the back of my attic. No doubt the police will be asking questions about what happened. I sloppily dragged my vintage dresser from my bedroom to the top of the stairs. I placed a long piece of cotton sheet down my stairs under the dresser so that it would glide down each step with ease and with a bit of speed.
I went into the kitchen, and Googled “how to safely move a dresser downstairs by yourself”. I made a quick Instagram story informing my followers that I’m spending my Saturday night redecorating my house. Everything was set, I placed my phone on the floor by my stairs, grabbed the tea towel and twisted it into a tight cord and shoved it between my teeth. I picked up the maul, my heart started to pound in my ears, beads of sweat formed on my forehead but my mind was consumed by the thoughts of fame and success. I bit down on the tea towel and slammed the maul into my right leg with full force.
Pain ripped through my body and knocked me to the ground, hot tears ran down my face. “Fuck this hurts, but I gotta keep going”. Adrenaline pumping throughout my body. I brought the maul down again with a crack, I screamed into the towel. Crack, shards of jagged bone erupted through flesh. Crack, splinters of bone skittered across the floor
I let my aching jaw go slack and the towel fell from it. With trembling hands I wrapped the maul in it. I scooted slowly over to the air vent by the stairs, lifted the brass grate and threw the wrapped maul as far as I could into the vent. Hoping that it would be out of sight. With the little energy I had left, l slowly pulled myself up and tugged as hard as I could on the sheet. The dresser came flying down the stairs, loud bangs and a deafening scream echoed in the house as the dresser came crashing down on me, squishing me like a defenceless bug. I blacked out.
When I came to, I reached for my phone. I had left it close, but a piece of the shattered dresser had knocked it just beyond my reach I tried to shimmy myself enough to grab it but the 100lbs dresser that lay on top of me made it slightly difficult, nonetheless, my fingers pinched at my phone. I dialled 911.
“911, What’s your emergency?”
“Hello” I said with a croaky shaky voice
“How can we help you?”
“My…I… I was moving some furniture and I was stupidly moving it by myself downstairs and my dresser fell on top of me. I…I can’t move”
“Okay miss, have you hit your head?”
“I dunno, I think I’m bleeding, and I blacked out”
“Ok, we’re tracing your call and help is on the way”
“Tha…thank you” I say, sobbing as the pain is unbearable.
The call ended. 3 minutes later I heard the blaring noise of the ambulance sirens followed by the pounding on my front door. “Showtime” I thought.
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The paramedics were lovely, as they carefully lifting the dresser off of me, they casually joked about how I thought it would be a good idea for a 4ft girl who weighs 55lbs to attempt to move a dresser downstairs by herself. They did say that I did all the steps right, but I should have had someone there to help. I just nodded letting the drugs they gave me do their magic.
One of them grasped me under the arms and the other levered the Dresser off me. "Don't worry it's almost over, I'm going to pull you free on three ok?" I twitched my head and murmured something that might have been yes. "One, two, three." On three the scream of pain that wracked my body turned to a roar and the world went black. I woke up in the ambulance. The paramedics asking me a million questions, I tried my best to answer but the drugs had definitely kicked in, I was absolutely out of it. Pretty sure I made some inappropriate comments when they were handing me the gas to inhale. “Do I suck or blow? Oh, I just stick it into my mouth and…. oh, that’s good stuff”. Non drugged me would be so embarrassed, I have zero confidence when talking to men.
In between a couple of hazy blinks we arrived at the hospital. Time really does fly when you’re having fun. Especially as the nearest hospital is 30 minutes away. As soon as the ER doors opened, doctors and nurses swarmed the trolley. The paramedics and doctors were firing their doctor talk back and forth over my head and accessing the damage done to my leg. One nurse was trying to calm me down and said that everything was going to be ok. That I’m in good hands now. I was hooked up to all sorts of machines. They took my blood and took an X-ray of my chest and leg. The doctor had said that the damage done to my leg was nothing he’s ever seen before, but he promised he would do everything he can to help me. I was quickly sent off for MRI scans and CT scans.
I must have fallen asleep during the scans as I woke up in my own room with a nurse hooking me up to a heart rate monitor. I looked like some sort of robot, hooked up to machines to charge. I couldn’t help but giggle at the thought. Everything seemed to happen so fast, one minute my doctor was telling me that I’ve had extensive damage done to my body. A couple of broken ribs, sprained wrist and my right leg was beyond repair. He explained that unfortunately there was almost nothing they could do to save it. The only option was an experimental procedure where they would make a new leg completely out of metal and use that as replacements for my bones.
“No, I don’t want to be part of an experiment, just chop it off”
“Miss Bell, I want to make sure that you know of all the complications that could arise from doing the amputation surgery. I need to know that you are giving me consent to do this”.
“I aware of them. I give my full consent”. And with that I was whisked off to surgery.
My plan worked.
Chapter 4
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ask game: 4, 5, 22?
Do you like to get 100% achievements/trophies?
That depends on the game! If its something like Skyrim or TF2, absolutely not. If its something more doable like Kirby (i LOVE 100%ing kirby games) or the Arkham games, then absolutely!
A game ending that’s really stuck with you
Lisa the Painful is well... painful. It doesn't matter if you do a run with or without joy, the ending is always the same. The joy Brad had tried giving up on is already in his system, and mutates him. Your options to fight are slowly taken away and replaced with the attacks you recognize from the mutants you've killed as the party that's stuck and fought with you from the beginning steps inbetween you and your daughter.
Brad, mutated and unable to think, kills them. And then Rando steps in, who has been revealed to be Dusty Armstrong, the kid without a family who saw Brad as a father and relied on him both as a teacher and a parental figure. And even if his face is still scarred from getting mauled with a buzzsaw for standing up for Brad, he stands inbetween Buddy and Brad and prepares to fight. He is defeated after using the same moveset Brad has had throughout the game- the one he was taught a child.
And with everyone out of his way, he walks up to Buddy crying only for her to ask why hes hurting her. Why he wasnt here when she needed him. That he took everything from her. That she hates him.
More gut wrenching dialogue, and then he says he wants to know what it feels like. You get to choose as Buddy to hug Brad or leave him be, and if hugged all he asks is:
"Did i do the right thing?" before falling over for his body to finish the mutation. And that's how the game ends. Makes me cry my fucking eyes out everytime.
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more info & interests ♡
star wars
★ i’m a big prequels & the clone wars enjoyer! anakin and padme are some of my most favorite characters, along with darth maul and ventress (& a million other characters i like but this is just to keep it concise). i really enjoy talking about sw with people, so feel free to message me about it!
★ obikin shippers die. i do not support or want to interact with anyone who ships them or any other master/padawan relationships. for the record, i don’t like reylo either
★ i do not hate the sequel trilogy’s characters (in fact, i lament the potential they had), but i do not enjoy the direction the movies took
breaking bad
★ jesse and gus are my favorite characters
★ i do not ship jesse and walter.
★ part-time skyler white defender and walter white hater (though i do think he’s a really well written character, just a very annoying person at best)
bridgerton s2
★ i have seen season 1 and will probably continue the series, but season 2 is my most favorite season and kate sharma is one of my ult fav characters
the untamed/mdzs
★ wei wuxian/jiang cheng shippers die. idc that it’s “not technically incest”, the ship makes me very uncomfortable and i don’t want to see it. it shouldn’t need to be said but “niecest” shippers need to die too btw
interview with the vampire
★ i only really fuck with the amc tv show. i’ve read the first anne rice book and i’ve seen the tom cruise/brad pitt movie and while there are perhaps aspects of those i enjoy, as a whole they are not my favorite
word of honor/tyk
yellowjackets
the haunting of hill house
howl’s moving castle
dc and some marvel comics media
snoopy, sanrio, & winnie the pooh
movies!
★ keep up with me on letterboxd! lmk your username and i’ll follow back (and feel free to send me recs)
★ really enjoy sci-fi/fantasy, horror, and psychological thrillers but i also love me some good drama and romance films
★ i am also a bollywood enjoyer and would be more than happy to both get and give recs!
books!
★ feel free to keep up with me on goodreads or storygraph! lmk your username if you would like to be mutuals on there (recs are always accepted!)
★ i’m into most anything that has an interesting plot! though i do tend to veer towards sci-fi/fantasy
music!
★ i listen to anything so it wouldn’t be productive to list all the artists and genres i enjoy here. i’m very enthusiastic about trying out new stuff so please feel free to give me recs anytime!
★ for kpop fans who are interested here are some of my main biases and artists:
♡ nct: johnny, jaehyun, haechan
♡ the boyz: juyeon, eric, sangyeon, jacob
♡ seventeen: seungcheol, seokmin, jun
♡ twice: nayeon, mina, jihyo, momo, tzuyu
♡ red velvet: joy
♡ loona: chuu, kim lip, gowon, yves, vivi
♡ shinee: taemin, minho, jonghyun
♡ sf9: hwiyoung, taeyang
♡ snsd: tiffany, sooyoung
♡ exo: kai, chanyeol
♡ aespa: ningning
♡ after school: nana, kahi
♡ ateez: mingi, san
♡ boa, bibi, sunmi, zion.t, woodz, hyuna & others
thank you for reading if you got this far! 🌟
(this’ll be a constant work in progress bc i constantly get into new things)
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Tony and Bobbie. I always felt Tony was the love of Bobbie’s life.
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Switchblade in hand, Mercy let out an uncharacteristic cackle as the person in front of him let out a yelp, snatching their own limb back to their chest. Blood oozed from a rather deep nick in the middle of their index finger where Mercy had slipped, blade finding home in their flesh. The Knife Game had been one of the only viral trends Mercy actively wanted to get on board with - to the point where he liked to bring it back regularly like it was going out of style. “It’s not that bad,” he mumbled, sobering up enough to wave them off. He’d started promising free lines for whoever could last through the round, whether they were jabbed or not, but the only person he thought would make it out safe had eventually chickened. Realistically, Mercy shouldn’t blame them - he’d been none too gentle with anyone that wanted to give it a try, and he could barely see straight, but he’d been too busy being pissed off that his fun had been ruined. His own knuckles were bleeding sluggishly over the hilt of his switchblade; Mercy had been fair about letting anyone take a turn on his own hand had they wanted. Not all did, either put off by how encouraging - to an almost feral degree - he was about the idea, but those that did didn’t get a reaction out of him. He’d had enough drinks and lines that the only thing he could really feel was the way his teeth didn’t seem to belong in his mouth, but no one would’ve been able to pull a reaction from him even if he were dead sober. “Brad,” Mercy dragged the name out as soon as he saw Bradley turn the corner into the kitchen of the party, suddenly in the best mood he’d been in months. A giggling blonde with a particularly lowcut shirt that obviously thought Mercy would purposely go easy on her if she leaned forward enough had taken the seat across from him, but with a single jerk of his head and a firm, “Move,” she was up and leaving with a scoff and a pout. Theatrically, Mercy used his mauled hand to gesture for Bradley to take the blonde’s spot. “Don’t pussy out and y’get a prize. Game?” @reversecreek
#mercy | bradley#blood tw#injury tw#violence tw#self harm tw#rly jst if u read in between the lines . of some parts bt jst in case................ looks at u like >_>#all these tws fkin hell#LSKDHGLKHSDGKLHSDGKHLSDG
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Super Rugby Pacific - Hurricanes 38-15 Fijian Drua at Suva's ANZ Stadium
New Post has been published on https://thedailyrugby.com/super-rugby-pacific-hurricanes-fijian-drua/
The Daily Rugby
https://thedailyrugby.com/super-rugby-pacific-hurricanes-fijian-drua/
Super Rugby Pacific - Hurricanes 38-15 Fijian Drua at Suva's ANZ Stadium
The Wellington-based Hurricanes defeated the Fijian Drua 38–15 in Super Rugby Pacific on Friday, extending their winning streak to eight games and snapping the Drua’s home unbeaten streak. The Hurricanes overcame a subpar second half in which they were given three yellow cards.
The top-ranked Hurricanes had a strong first half, scoring four tries to take a 28-7 lead at halftime.
However, they lost the game in the second half, playing with just 13 players for about ten minutes after Isaia Walker-Leawere and DuPlessis Kirifi were sin-binned in the 64th and 65th minutes. A yellow card was also given to replacement prop Caleb Delany two minutes prior to fulltime.
Recap: Hurricanes drub Fijian Drua 38-15 in Suva
Hurricanes vs Fijian Drua Match Preview
NUMIA GETS OVER!!! O’Reilly feeds again and finds Walker-Leawere in the middle. They set the maul with O’Reilly holding it in the back. They go on the march and Numia rips it away from him as they peel to the left. The maul goes down just shy of the line but Numia stays on his feet and barges over from close range.
O’Reilly feeds the lineout and the Drua are pinged for playing the man in the air. Barrett plugs the corner for a 5m lineout for the Canes.
Valentini puts it out on the halfway and the Drua win another lineout. Shields gets over the ensuing ruck however and earns his side the penalty. Barrett puts the ball out on the 22m as the Hurricanes look to play on after the hooter.
Delany is the recipient of the teams third yellow for too many penalties at the breakdown
The Drua win the lineout and the Drua go to the midfield again. Penalty again for the Drua for not rolling away.
Judd feeds the scrum and Naholo hammers it downfield and rolls it into touch just shy of the Drua 22m.
Valentini peels off 45m from halfway to put the lineout 5m from the line. Togiatama finds his target and they set the maul. It looks sloppy for the Drua and Delany is able to get through the middle and disrupt the play. It doesn’t come out of there so the Hurricanes will have the scrum feed on their 5m line.
Team lists:
Drua: 15 Ilaisa Droasese, 14 Selestino Ravutaumada, 13 Iosefo Masi, 12 Kemu Valetini, 11 Epeli Momo, 10 Isikeli Rabitu, 9 Simione Kuruvoli, 8 Elia Canakaivata, 7 Kitione Salawa, 6 Vilive Miramira, 5 Leone Rotuisolia, 4 Isoa Nasilasila, 3 Mesake Doge, 2 Tevita Ikanivere (c), 1 Haereiti Hetet
Bench: 16 Zuriel Togiatama, 17 Livai Natave, 18 Samu Tawake, 19 Mesake Vocevoce, 20 Meli Derenalagi, 21 Peni Matawalu, 22 Michael Naitokani, 23 Junior Ratuva
Hurricanes: 15 Josh Moorby, 14 Kini Naholo, 13 Billy Proctor, 12 Jordie Barrett, 11 Salesi Rayasi, 10 Aidan Morgan, 9 TJ Perenara, 8 Devan Flanders, 7 Du’Plessis Kirifi, 6 Brad Shields (c), 5 Isaia Walker-Leawere, 4 Ben Grant, 3 Pasilio Tosi, 2 James O’Reilly, 1 Tevita Mafileo
Bench: 16 Asafo Aumua, 17 Xavier Numia, 18 Siale Lauaki, 19 Caleb Delany, 20 Peter Lakai, 21 Richard Judd, 22 Ruben Love, 23 Bailyn Sullivan
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Kubert, Johns, Fabok, Hitch Headline Talented Comic Creators Attending FAN EXPO Philadelphia
Batman/Superman #8 - Andy Kubert and Ghost Machine #1 - Geoff Johns, Jason Fabok, Bryan Hitch
A vast array of talented comics artists and writers, spanning more than a half century of work and encompassing dozens of the most popular franchises in the history of the medium through the present, will be on hand as FAN EXPO Philadelphia today announced the Artist Alley headliners for the convention, set for May 3-5 at the Pennsyvlavnia Convention Center. Among the superstar writers and artists are Andy Kubert (“Batman: The Dark Knight III,” “X-Men”), Geoff Johns (“Geiger,” “Junkyard Joe”), Jason Fabok (“Rook: Exodus,” “Batman: Three Jokers”), Bryan Hitch (“Redcoat,” “The Ultimates”), Francis Manapul (“The Rocketfellers,” “The Flash”), Peter Tomasi (“The Rocketfellers,” “Hornsby and Halo”), Ryan Ottley (“Invincible,” “Amazing Spider-Man"), Frank Cho (“Liberty Meadows," “Wolverine"), Jae Lee (“Seven Sons,” “Stephen King’s Dark Tower”), Stephen Platt (“Moon Knight,” “Wolverine”), and Joe Wos (“Mazetoons,” “Charlie the Tuna”).
Just about every franchise imaginable will be well represented, and comics fans will revel in meeting the creators who have made them possible. Q&A’s, interactive demonstration sessions, autographs, commission opportunities, and more make the experience a can’t-miss for comics lovers.
The FAN EXPO Philadelphia field of creators also includes talents such as Rodney Barnes (“The Boondocks,” “Killadelphia”), Yanick Paquette (“Wonder Woman,” “The Incal”), Tom Grummett (“Thunderbolts”, “Superman”), Brad Anderson (“Geiger,” “The Rook: Exodus”), Heather Antos (Group Editor Licensing/IDW Publishing), Russ Braun (“The Boys,” “Jimmy’s Bastards”), Hailey Brown (Dark Horse Comics, Brink Literacy Project), Chris Burnham (“Unstoppable Doom Patrol,” “Batman, Inc.”), Jim Calafiore (“Exiles,” “Aquaman”), Joe Corroney (“Star Wars,” Lucasfilm), Mike DeCarlo (“The Simpsons,” “Archie”), Guy Gilchrist (“The Muppets,” “Nancy”), Jonathan Glapion (“Batman,” “King Spawn”), Scott Hanna (“Amazing Spider-Man,” “Superman: Lois and Clark”), Ben Harvey (“Star Wars: Darth Maul,” “X-Men”), Mike Hawthorne (“Batman,” “Deadpool”), Tim Jacobus (“Goosebumps,” “Spinetinglers”), Bob McLeod (“New Mutants,” “Superman”), Jonboy Meyers (“Venom,” “The Inhumans”), Rags Morales (“Identity Crisis,” “Batman Confidential”), Carl Potts (“Alien Legion,” “Punisher War Journal”), Aaron Reynolds (“Effin’ Birds”), Alex Saviuk (“Spider-Man,” “The Phantom”), Keith Williams (“The Hulk,” “Action Comics”), Ron Wilson (“The Thing,” “Marvel Two-in-One") and many others.
See the full list at https://fanexpohq.com/fanexpophiladelphia/comic-creators/.
The quality of the creators in Artist Alley mirrors that of the FAN EXPO Philadelphia celebrity roster, which features a first-rate list that includes the National Lampoon’s Vacation foursome of Chevy Chase (“Clark Griswald”), Beverly D’Angelo (“Ellen”), Randy Quaid (“Cousin Eddie”) and Dana Barron (“Audrey”), Hayden Christensen (Star Wars franchise), Rosario Dawson (“Ahsoka,” Rent), Rainn Wilson (“The Office,” “Lessons in Chemistry”), Marisa Tomei (My Cousin Vinny, The Wrestler), Adam Savage (“MythBusters”), Danny Trejo (Machete, The Book of Boba Fett), Alan Tudyk (Rogue One: A Star Wars Story,”), Mario Lopez (“Saved by the Bell,” “Access Hollywood”), Natasha Liu Bordizzo (“Ahsoka”), Kate Mulgrew (“Star Trek: Voyager,” “Orange is the New Black”), Rose McGowan (“Charmed,” Scream), Holly Marie Combs (“Charmed,” “Picket Fences”), Felicia Day (“The Guild,” “Dragon Age: Redemption”), Emily Swallow and Gina Carano (“The Mandalorian”), and more.
FAN EXPO Philadelphia will also feature a variety of comics creators who have written and drawn many favorite stories over the past half century, exhibitors featuring classic and unique pieces from the thousands of memorable characters and scenes that Star Wars and all of its offshoots have produced, and programming panels and special events to help fans across any empire show their love of one of pop culture’s most enduring series.
Single-Day Tickets, Three-Day Passes, and Ultimate Fan Packages for FAN EXPO Philadelphia are available now. Advance pricing is available until April 18. More guest news will be released in the following weeks, including line-up reveals for additional headline celebrities, comic creator guests, voice actors and cosplayers.
Philadelphia is the eighth event on the 2024 FAN EXPO HQ calendar; the full schedule is available at fanexpohq.com/home/events/.
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