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Miami Vice S1E18: Made for Each Other
Larry's house burns down, and Izzy and Noogie are sent undercover.
Made for Each Other suffers immensely from coming right after The Maze, which is a true "the system is broken" classic Vice episode. Made for Each Other is a comedy breather, and actually kind of great in its own right, but where it sits in the progression of the series feels more like a deflation than a break.
Made for Each Other is also almost comically homoerotic-- it's the episode that convinced me that Sonny is supposed to be a textually closeted bisexual man on my first watch through of the series, but on a repeat watch it's somehow even more obvious. Why are there all those half-naked bears on a boat? Why is the entire plot basically "Stan and Larry sort of have a breakup because of Stan's new girlfriend and then get back together at the end?" Why does Izzy keep saying things like nubile and anal? Why does the camera linger so very long on his and Noogie's cigarillos touching? What's up with the repetition of 'shafted'? Why are all the guests at Noogie's wedding like, extras from a Boy George video?
Why does this happen?
(plz draw your OT3 like this)
Anyway I actually really like Made For Each Other upon rewatch, it really just should have been placed elsewhere in the season. It's a fun, silly episode, and a little levity is necessary in a series that is often so very bleak.
The episode opens with Sonny and Rico trying to catch a counterfeiter, and Rico is bitchy and condescending to Sonny in a way that I think is supposed to be "ha ha, my criminal persona is a dick," but actually just comes off as "ha ha, I am a dick." It seems like he's trying to impress the counterfeiter by throwing Sonny under the bus. This occasional cruelty towards someone he does genuinely like is a fascinating part of Rico's characterization, and part of what elevates his character writing to "actual nuanced person" and not "nice Black sidekick who always supports the main white guy." Rico absolutely sees himself as more educated and worldly than Sonny, and occasionally he lets that slip. He has a very complicated relationship to both class and geography-- he's a New Yorker (...from the Bronx), he wears a perfectly tailored suit everyday (...and is a poorly paid cop), he idolizes Sonny for his football career but also thinks he's a bit of a yokel. As someone whose own class status is a bit shaky, Rico tends to get a little mean when it seems like he might be 'found out.'
Zito almost gets blown up in the ensuing warehouse fire, and Switek flips out. A short while later, a surprisingly chill Zito says he believes things are "either in whack or out of whack," shortly after while they discover that his entire house is on fire.
Please note the company that moves Zito's stuff to Switek's house:
I am dying
Trudy and Gina, in their only real appearance in the episode, very sweetly present Zito with a new fish as an office gift. Sonny is a dick about it.
Swi and Zito go to investigate BONZO BARRY who is a shady stereo and computer system dealer who has a FUCKING SEAL in his store
Michael Talbott is wildly overacting this entire episode, like to the point that I wonder if they had to turn down his mic
Noogie is marrying a stripper(?) named Ample Annie. They argue about going to Disneyland while she's practicing her routine. She does a striptease down the aisle. She is perhaps the only person bonkers enough to keep up with Noogie.
Stan's girlfriend, Darlene (who was Larry's girlfriend a short period of time ago), is extremely unhappy with Larry staying at their house, and spends the entire episode either complaining or being upset that the conditions are not right to bone; frankly, Stan does not seem to like her and she does not seem to like Stan. The most likely reasoning behind this is "bad 80's hurr hurr the ol' ball and chain" comedy, but considering the homoeroticism of the episode I'd like to think it could be a comment on compulsory heterosexuality
Izzy and Noogie show up at Stan's and, in one ridiculous whirlwind, declare the current case "theirs," ask who is the "Captain Kirk of this Enterprise," and start eating Stan's breakfast
In one scene Tubbs asks Zito and Swi if they want backup and they both very loudly yell NO like he's the reason everything has been on fire in this episode
Switek asks Zito at one point, "do you ever think about the future, Larry?" and Zito answers No.
This is funny the first time you watch the episode!
This is not funny anymore after Season 3.
The bad guy (whose crime seems to be like. Selling stolen stereos or something equally stupid) has a boat full of half-naked men with guns. This is not remarked upon.
Then we get to the Night Talk scene. I've talked at length about this scene before, but basically: Zito has been kicked out of Switek's and is sleeping at the station; Sonny comes in, romantic music plays, Zito basically describes Switek as the perfect man, and Sonny tries to get Zito to come back to his place (and fails.) It's very gay. I like to think that Sonny has a burgeoning crush on Rico at this point but is certain Rico is straight (and also. Y'know. Was a bit of an asshole at the beginning of the episode.) and takes desperate, tragic shot on Zito because of that. Zito politely declines because his heart is already spoken for.
Meanwhile, Stan is unable to perform sexually because he's thinking about Larry.
I'm sure that means nothing.
The outfits at Noogie's wedding are just. They are. Truly they are something.
The priest is a leather daddy. Many people appear to be in space blankets, including Noogie. Annie has a tearaway wedding dress. The pianist has the world's most incredible zebra shirt. There are headbands and weird hats abound.
By contrast, all the members of Vice look like they're supposed to be at a PTA meeting. (Also Sonny looks like he wishes he could ask where the punch is but doesn't want to bother Gina and Trudy, who are clearly each others' plus-ones.)
And the episode ends with Switek and Zito, side by side, at a wedding.
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Little Mac hcs but instead of general hcs he realizes his true potential and becomes a public menace like every other high schooler (the Bronx fears him)
hell yeah broski 😈😈😈
evil below cut 😈😈😈
- after realizing his potential his amazing potential for evil, he teams up with aran and starts to terrorize the Bronx
- He first starts with fake stickers of pennies, dollars, wall sockets etc just to watch people struggle
- He then starts to make fake posters about missing stuff, including masterpieces like : "have you seen my pancreas?", "my evil twin big whopper has been set free!" And other dumb shit like that
- at first people found it funny, what not people found funny was him torturing the minor circuit with dumb wanted posters, imagine something with glass joe's face on it with text that says "WARNING! THIS MAN WILL SNIFF OUT YOUR CREDİT CARD INFO WITH HIS HUMOUNGUS NOSE!!" And making posters accusing king hippo of eating a boulder
- He then moved onto the major circuit, taking pictures of don flamenco without his wig and playing a game of tic tac toe on it with a stranger before releasing it onto the wild like a rabid animal
- He teamed up with von kaiser's students and bullied him for getting beaten up by children on 3 different occassions, making dumb "no little german boy!!" posts about him
- where he truly caused chaos was the world circuit, he pretended to be Sandman sending a note to bull and bull sending a note to Sandman telling him to fight him, then he sent a note to soda popinski telling him that Sandman and bull are planning to go against him in a oil wrestling match and sent a note to super macho man that his next photoshoot is gonna be in the locker by pretending to be whatever company he talks to, the only person he told the truth was aran and he came to watch it unfold
- doc started to get pissed off by macs antics and proceeded to scold him, it didnt work and he trapped glass joe in a locker the next day
- He sent mail to mrs bear telling her that don flamenco wanted to fight to the death with her, mrs bear directed it to bear hugger and he directed it to don flamenco, he of course denied it and started to catch wind of what was going on
- it all ended with the boxes taping Mac to the ceiling and laughing at him
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based on: The White Crane Institute's 'Gay Wisdom', Gay Birthdays, Gay For Today, Famous GLBT, glbt-Gay Encylopedia, Today in Gay History, Wikipedia, and more … November 19
1889 – Clifton Webb (d.1966) was an American actor, dancer and singer born Webb Parmelee Hollenbeck in a rural part of Marion County, Indiana, which would, in 1906, become Beech Grove, a self- governing city entirely surrounded by Indianapolis. Webb's parents were Jacob Grant Hollenbeck, the son of a grocer from a multi-generational Indiana farming family, and Mabelle A. Parmelee, the daughter of a railroad conductor. In 1892, Webb's formidable mother, Mabelle, moved to New York City with her beloved "little Webb," as she called him for the remainder of her life. She dismissed questions about her husband Jacob, a ticket clerk who, like her father, worked for the Indianapolis-St. Louis Railroad, by saying, "We never speak of him. He didn't care for the theater."
Webb was in his mid-fifties when actor/director Otto Preminger chose him over the objections of 20th Century Fox chief Darryl F. Zanuck to play the classy, but evil, radio columnist Waldo Lydecker, who is obsessed with Gene Tierney's character in the 1944 film noir, Laura. His performance was showered with acclaim and made him an unlikely movie star. Despite Zanuck's original objection, Webb was immediately signed to a long-term contract with Fox. Two years later he was reunited with Tierney (with whom he shares this birthdate) in another highly praised role as the elitist Elliott Templeton in Somerset Maugham's The Razor's Edge (1946). He received Academy Award nominations for Best Actor in a Supporting Role for both. Webb received an Oscar nomination for Best Actor in a Leading Role in 1949 for Sitting Pretty, the first in a three-film series of comedic Mr. Belvedere features with Webb portraying the snide and omniscient central character.
Webb's elegant taste kept him on Hollywood's best-dressed lists for decades. Even though he exhibited comically foppish mannerisms in portraying Mr. Belvedere and other movie characters, his scrupulous (read "deeply closeted, highly repressed") private life kept him free of scandal. The character of Lynn Belvedere is said to have been very close to his real life — he had an Oedipal devotion to his mother Mabelle, who was his companion and who lived with him until her death at age ninety-one. Webb's mourning for his mother continued for a year with no signs of letting up, prompting Noël Coward to remark of Webb, "It must be terrible to be orphaned at 71."
Among the many stories, once, he and Tallulah Bankhead were smitten with the same handsome Austrian army officer and vied for the uniformed stud's favors. While Tallulah did her stuff vamping him, Webb retreated for a moment, and returned with an armload of roses. To Tallulah's amusement and the officer's shock, Webb danced around the man and began pelting him with flowers. Tallulah won.
1942 – Calvin Klein, American clothing designer, born; Calvin Richard Klein was born in The Bronx to Jewish-Hungarian immigrant parents. He attended the High School of Industrial Arts and matriculated, but never graduated, from New York's Fashion Institute of Technology, receiving an honorary Doctorate at the graduation ceremony in 2003. He did his apprenticeship in 1962 at an old-line cloak-and-suit manufacturer, and spent five years designing at other New York shops. He later launched his first company with a childhood friend, Barry K. Schwartz.
Klein was one of several design leaders raised in the Jewish immigrant community in the Bronx, New York along with Robert Denning and Ralph Lauren. Cal became a protégé of the ever-so-flaming editor of Town & Country Baron de Gunzburg, through whose introductions he became the toast of the New York elite fashion scene, even before he had his first mainstream success with the launch of his first jeans line. Later, speaking in an interview with Bianca Jagger and Andy Warhol for Interview magazine, published shortly after the Baron's death, Klein said:
"He was truly the greatest inspiration of my life... he was my mentor, I was his protégé. If you talk about a person with style and true elegance — maybe I'm being a snob, but I'll tell you, there was no one like him. I used to think, boy, did he put me through hell sometimes, but boy, was I lucky. I was so lucky to have known him so well for so long."
Calvin Klein was immediately recognized for his talent after his first major showing at New York Fashion Week. Klein was hailed as the new Yves Saint-Laurent, and was noted for his clean lines.
Thirty years on, it all seemed like a surreal curiosity — when the billboard of a well-muscled young man in white briefs went up in Times Square in 1982, it stopped traffic there. The perspective which focused on the obvious bulge in the briefs caused a big controversy. It nonetheless led to the acceptability of the male form in mainstream American advertising and ushered in the era of "male as sex object" which saw a renaissance in the early 1980s. American Photographer magazine named the photo as one of "10 Pictures That Changed America." His wildly homoerotic advertisements transformed the men's fashion advertising and fashion industry.
Married twice, he has never actually come out, but he divorced his second wife in 2006, and it has been reported that he has dated gay, ex-porn star Nicholas Gruber.
Klein and Nicholas Gruber
1955 – Steven Jay Powsner (d.1995) a founder and former president of the Lesbian and Gay Community Services Center in Greenwich Village.
Born in Brooklyn and raised in Oceanside, L.I., he graduated from New York University in 1976 and the New York University School of Law in 1979. After working as an associate at a New York City law firm, he established his own practice in 1982, specializing in real estate.
Steven's early passion was theater, especailly muscial theater. In high school he took acting lessons at the Neighborhood Playhouse and auditioned for every play. He had chorus roles in My Fair Lady.
1974 marked the beginning of Steven's most formative years. A major part of these years was his first lover, Bruce Philip Cooper, who died of AIDS in 1987. They met when Steven was a freshman at NYU and Bruce was a freshman at Columbia. They were determined to prove society wrong by committing themselves to a permanent, long-lasting relationship, or "marriage" as Steven called it. They moved into their own apartment.
Working as a volunteer for the fledgling gay center in 1983, Steven guided the organization through a yearlong negotiation with the city to buy the former Food and Maritime Trades High School at 208 West 13th Street, which now houses the center.
Everything fell apart in 1983 when Bruce was diagnosed with AIDS. Doctors were judgmental and uncaring. Hospital workers left food outside Bruce's room, refusing to go inside. Their cleaning lady was told by another client that she would be fired if she continued to work for a person with AIDS. Steven would come home from work to find "AIDS" scrawled in large letters across his mailbox.
He took care of Bruce for four years until he died in 1987. During these four caregiving years, Steven became a very dedicated gay activist. His family offered no support around Bruce's ordeal and even scorned Steven when Bruce died because Steven included his name in Bruce's New York Times obituary.
After Bruce died Steven donated to Columbia University a large endowment, with which they established the Bruce Cooper Memorial Fellowship for graduate studies in Philosophy.
Steven met Ben Munisteri 1987 at the the Lesbian and Gay Community Services Center. Ben was 22 years old, just out of college, and a modern dancer. They were commited partners until Steven's death in 1995
A few months before Steven died he won the Center's Heart of the Center award, something he had always wanted. After he died, the Center created the Annual Steven J. Powsner Volunteer Recognition Award.
Besides his work for the center, a hub of lesbian and gay life in New York, Steven left a two-and-a-half-mile mark on the city in the form of the lavender line that is painted along the Fifth Avenue route of the annual Lesbian and Gay Pride March. He paid for much of the painting of the first line in 1985.
1962 – Gottfried von Bismarck-Schönhausen (d.2007) was a member of the German House of Bismarck best known for his flamboyance and parties.Born in Uccle, Belgium, Gottfried von Bismarck-Schönhausen was the second son of Ferdinand, Prince von Bismarck and grandson of Otto, Prince von Bismarck, a diplomat at Germany's embassy in London until a feud with Third Reich foreign minister Joachim von Ribbentrop. He was the great-great-grandson of German Chancellor Otto von Bismarck.
Bismarck's great uncle and namesake, Count Gottfried, was a Nazi official who allegedly became part of the famous plot to assassinate Adolf Hitler. His younger sister, Vanessa Gräfin von Bismarck-Schönhausen is a public relations agent in the United States. His elder brother Carl-Eduard Graf von Bismarck-Schönhausen was a member of the German Bundestag.
Gottfried had multi-faceted history as a pleasure-seeking heroin addict, hell-raising alcoholic, flamboyant waster and a reckless and extravagant host of homosexual orgies. When not clad in the lederhosen of his homeland, he cultivated an air of sophisticated complexity by appearing in women's clothes, set off by lipstick and fishnet stockings. Never concealing his homosexuality, von Bismarck continued to appear in public in various eccentric items of attire, including tall hats atop his bald Mekon-like head. At parties he would appear in exotic designer frock coats with matching trousers and emblazoned with enormous logos. Flitting from table to table at fashionable London nightclubs, he was said to be as comfortable among wealthy Eurotrash as he was on formal occasions calling for black tie.
The death of heiress Olivia Channon in Graf von Bismarck's room would disrupt his life. She was found dead from a heroin overdose in Bismarck's rooms at Christ Church College in 1986. Bismarck was charged with drug possession. He was fined £80. His father, Prince Ferdinand, recalled him to Germany for treatment at a private clinic, it was said he left Oxford so quickly that a family servant had to settle his bills with public houses, tailors and restaurants.
In August 2006, Anthony Casey, 41, fell 20 metres from Graf von Bismarck's Chelsea flat and died. Bismarck was not arrested and the police said there were no drugs found in his flat. This incident triggered speculation from the tabloid press. London's Daily Mail claimed the incident was triggered by a cocaine-fueled orgy. The coroner's report had found no alcohol in Casey's body, but did discover a significant amount of cocaine. The accusation of a 'gay orgy' was officially denied by Gottfried, though the coroner, Dr. Paul Knapman, told The Guardian that a great deal of sexual paraphernalia was discovered in the flat, including sex toys, lubricant, and a rubber tarpaulin. "In common parlance, in the early hours of the morning, there was a gay orgy going on", Dr. Knapman told the newspaper. "Nevertheless, this was conducted by consenting males in private."
On 2 July 2007 Bismarck was found dead in his almost empty £5 million flat, which was in the process of being sold. He was 44 years old at the time of his death. Sebastien Lucas, the pathologist who carried out the autopsy, said that Bismarck had been injecting cocaine on an hourly basis on the day before his death, and that Bismarck's body contained the highest level of cocaine that he had ever seen, as well as morphine; he also had liver damage, Hepatitis B, Hepatitis C, and HIV.
1993 – Romania: Marius Aitai, Ovidiu Chetea, and Cosmin Hutanu are sentenced to up to two and a half years in prison for same-sex acts in private. Amnesty International calls for their immediate release and protests the imprisonment of 54 other people on similar charges, as well as the reportedly widespread torture and sexual abuse of persons arrested on suspicion of homosexuality.
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The North Star - Part Five: Ask Me Again (NSFW) - Terry Bruno x Reader
Welcome to mine and @the-hinky-panda The Bronx universe featuring our favs Terry Bruno & Mike Duarte.
This story takes place several years after 'Blood Out'. Terry still lives in the Bronx and works in Manhatten SVU.
Following on from @the-hinky-panda story 'The Dog' Mike has retired from the NYPD on medical grounds due to seizures causes by the attack. He has a therapy dog called Bono and lives with @the-hinky-panda character Meredith.
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Part One: Moments
You fall asleep on the car ride home, Terry’s jacket draped over you, pulled up to your chin. The temperature had dropped by the time you left Meredith’s. He runs hot, he always has but he knows you feel the cold. This thing with Paul, and this case it’s exhausting you. You’ve stayed late the last couple of nights, and he sees the weight pressing down on your shoulders. The robberies are high profile, increasingly violent and now they’ve taken an even darker turn which is how they’ve landed at your feet. The victims are mostly from City Park and the Spencer Estates, the latest now being Morris Park. The homeowners are not Upper East Side rich, but the items that were stolen were heirlooms, past down from generation to generation. Duarte thinks there’s something in that, all these pieces are one of a kind, historical items, each of their stories running so deep you can feel the echo of generations when you look at the pictures.
He turns down Billy Joel on the radio as he pulls up in front of his apartment building. His head tilts towards you and he smiles. You’re curled up in the heated seat, head resting against the window. There’s a contented smile on your features and he loves that, loves the fact you feel comfortable enough with him to let your guard down.
A little wine, some good food, and excellent company can solve all the world’s woes.
“Hey pretty girl,” he says softly into the darkness of the car as he uses gentle fingertips to brush a strand of hair away from your features. “We’re home.”
“Hm…” You grumble, shuffling further down into the confines of his jacket. “Leave me, I’m comfortable here.”
Terry chuckled, his thumb tracing over the apple of your cheek. You leaned into his touch, your lips brushing over the base of his palm.
“I’m not letting you sleep in the car.” He says with a smile as he undoes your seatbelt.
“Always such a hardass.” You mumble, rubbing the back of your wrist across your tired eyes.
“Somebody has to take care of you.”
“You always do.” You told him resolutely. “I trust you more than I trust myself sometimes.”
“Nah, you’ve got good instincts.” Terry said. His fingertips caught the delicate gold chain around your throat, following the trail down to the centre of your chest where that tiny compass resided. “You just need to listen to them.”
“I do.” You told him, your gaze lowering to the compass between his fingertips. “When I’m not sure where I’m headed, I look down at this and think what would Terry do? And then I do the opposite.”
Terry rolled his eyes before releasing the compass.
“My girl, the comedian.”
There was silence for a second as Terry unclasped his own seatbelt and removed the keys from the steering console.
“I do want to move in with you, you know?” You said abruptly, the words spilling from your lips. “It’s just hard for me.”
“I know.” He said, his lips pursing together grimly, his fingers wrapping around the steering wheel. “Meredith told me.”
“I didn’t want you to see me as a victim, the work you do…” You trailed off, swallowing hard against the well of emotion in your chest. “I didn’t want you to have that in your home life too.”
“I don’t see you as a victim.” Terry said inclining his head towards you. “I see you as a survivor. You went through something awful at the hands of someone who was supposed to care about you and you’re still standing. Do you know how much strength it takes to do that?” Terry asked, angling his body towards you. “To get yourself out of that situation. You must have been terrified and you pushed through it. I admire that, I respect that.”
“Look…” Terry said meeting your gaze. His hand reached out to clasp yours, his thumb trailing over the indentation of your knuckles. “Move in with me, don’t move in with me. It doesn’t matter. I just want you feel safe, I want you to be able to sleep at night and know that everything’s going to be ok, that nothing is going to hurt you.”
“I love you; you know that?” You told him, leaning in close and inhaling that intoxicating scent. Your fingertips traced over the line of his jaw, your lips brushing over his softly. “Sometimes I look at you and I wonder how I got so lucky.”
“Luck had nothing to do with it.” Terry said quietly as he kissed you. “The two of us, it’s fate.”
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“Ask me again.” You whisper against his lips. You have him at your mercy, your hands threaded in his hair as you straddle his lap, his cock buried deep inside of you. There’s a flush across both of his cheeks, it reminds you of peaches and cream as you arch just a little taking him even deeper. His eyes are wild, locked on yours as you rock just a little coaxing a low moan from his throat. You have him at his peak, standing at the crest of the mountain and you are right there with him. His calloused palms roam up your curve of your back, clasping you close, holding on for dear life.
“Move in with me.”
His voice is husky and rough, his pupils blown as you sink down on him once more, tugging his head back and baring his throat. There’s an intimacy in the gesture, a sense of vulnerability and trust. You love him and this is your way of showing it, of reminding him that he’s yours, he’ll aways be yours.
You tantalise, you tease, you strip away every ounce of his control until he’s desperate and reckless, skin pressed so tightly against yours because he can’t stand not to touch you, not to feel you on every level. You drive him to the precipice, holding him there until the only thing he can focus on is the blurring of heaven and earth as he hits that rapture.
“Please, pretty girl.” He asks as he clings to the edge.
You know what he’s asking, it’s not just the moving in, it’s the commitment. The promise that you’re ready to take the next step, that you’re ready to trust him as much as he trusts you. It’s the final act, the shedding of that fear that sends you hurtling over the edge and plummeting into the sea of ecstasy. It washes over your synapses, drowning you like a wave until the only word on your lips is ‘yes’. You lose track of yourself, but Terry is always there, always grounding you. His hands are on your hips, his mouth smothering yours, drinking down your moans, your words and everything else you can give him as he spills himself inside of you.
You lose yourself in the bliss, the sense of belonging that comes with this man as he kisses you like you’re the only woman in the world. The only one he’s ever truly loved.
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It rains that night. Terry can hear the patter on the bedroom window as he lies in the darkness with your body draped over his. Your face is buried in the hallow of his throat, your arm thrown over his chest. His thumb trails over the curve of your spine, caressing your bare skin underneath the sheets. There was a perfection in this moment. The rhythm of your breathing against his. In the space of twenty-four hours his life has been flipped upside down and now he was considering the future.
There was a house for sale in Meredith’s neighbourhood, a couple of bedrooms, a small yard if you wanted a dog. It needed a little work, but the location was solid, and he had the money to renovate. He knew you would fight him on that point but the two of you would work out the details, you always did.
He thinks of the house with hardwood floors, your Aztec style rug in the living room along with his couch. A king-sized bed to go with the quilt he’d had to buy in the beginning of the relationship because you hoovered up the duvet when you were cold. The matching nightstands, you’d bought from a thrift shop before upcycling them with wallpaper and chalk paint. He wants to build a home with you, a place filled with laughter and love. He wants it to belong to both of you, for you to be able to come home and just relax in a space of your own. He longs for nights where you fall asleep with your head in his lap, a fire burning in the hearth, his fingers stroking through your hair. The two of you content.
This is what he falls asleep thinking about, with you in his arms. The life the two of you will have, the one you’ll create together.
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I was trying to think of something that might inspire you to revisit jack rollins/dave rumlow, because they were so stinking cute, but when I came to your page to post this ask I saw that you reblogged that hallmark movie aftermath / business power couple au post, and now my brain is trying to make brock/darcy being the city couple that got ditched by their exes at xmas, but jack/dave getting the proper hallmark movie romance...
hmmm... if we keep it in the MCU... Brock and Darcy are vaguely aware of each other due to moving in the same SHIELD adjacent circles but don't really know each other/never really had cause to interact. Before now. They wind up on the same flight from London to NY after both having travelled to London to save their relationships / surprise their significant other by visiting for xmas, only to end up dumped like the stuffy city boyfriend in a hallmark movie (darcy by ian who got back with his college sweetheart, brock by another shield agent he'd been dating on and off for years, who took up a permanent post in the London office and reunited with ex).
Brock and Darcy spend the 8hr flight venting about their exes, getting to know each other better, falling in love...
Meanwhile, back in the Bronx.... Brock had invited Jack to spend xmas with his family, only to ditch him last minute for his spur of the moment trip to London to fix things with his girlfriend (who jack's maybe never really liked), leaving Jack alone with Brock's mother, his many sisters, and half a dozen nieces and nephews. The oldest of which is 20-something college student/recent college grad Dave. Who, while a lot younger than Jack, not to mention the guys he usually dates, is admittedly very cute and funny and keeps trying to manufacture reasons for them to be alone / get out of the house together.
Jack tries to keep his distance but when he gets a text from Brock saying he'll be landing stateside soon, Jack insists on picking him up from the airport, and Dave insists on keeping him company. He's outnumbers several Rumlow's to one poor out of his depth Australian, so queue a long trip to the airport fighting holiday/peak hour traffic getting to know each other better / Dave slowly, adorably, knocking down Jack's well intentioned defenses.
They're almost to the airport when Angela calls them wondering where they are - didn't they get Brock's text saying the flight had been diverted due to a snow storm and he's back in DC spending xmas with a friend?
No, Jack didn't realise he'd gotten a text or several missed calls, because he's been a tad distracted, alright? So, they turn back around and as soon as they get stuck in standstill traffic Dave pounces on him and they make out like teenagers. They get honked at when traffic starts moving again and decide to cut their losses and get off the freeway for a bit, winding up, completely by serendipitous (ooh! Serendipity AU!) accident, at some sort of delightful xmas market featuring all the cliche requirements - trees, carols, ice skating, snow, hot chocolate, etc etc, and spend a romantic evening strolling through the markets hand in hand...
🎄🎁
Anonymous asked:
Amendment to previous ask... ditch the drive to the airport. Brock doesn't announce his return so that leaves Jack at his mom's house making nice with his family, trying not to flirt with Dave. One, he's much too you for him. Two, Brock and every Rumlow under that roof would kill him.
But there's still a few days til xmas and not much for the two of them to do other than babysit squabbling children or listen to the Rumlow women squabble as they cook. So Jack and Dave get out of the house as often possible and end up enjoying all the cliche hallmark xmas tropes... xmas markets, ice skating, carriage ride in the snow, kissing under the mistletoe...
They return to casa rumlow hand in hand- after Jack finally gives in and risks the rumlow family wrath by agreeing to extend their brief holiday flirtation and date the younger man - to find brock making out with Darcy in the driveway.
"What are you doing with her? Where's [ex]?"
What am doing..?! What the hell are you doing with my nephew?"
"Dave?"
"Darcy?"
Okay, I am going to give you a little push here: you need to write this fic! It's right there in your head, all the little details, all the scenes. I cannot possibly flesh this out as well as you already have. You've got to write it! Even if you decide to use all new OCs, which I heartily endorse, I think the muse is batting at you with a cardboard tube to write some Taserbones with a side of Jack/Assorted Rumlows.
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Read-Alike Friday: King of the Armadillos by Wendy Chin-Tanner
King of the Armadillos by Wendy Chin-Tanner
Victor Chin’s life is turned upside down at the tender age of 15. Diagnosed with Hansen’s disease, otherwise known as leprosy, he’s forced to leave the familiar confines of his father’s laundry business in the Bronx – the only home he’s known since emigrating from China with his older brother – to quarantine alongside patients from all over the country at a federal institution in Carville.
At first, Victor is scared not only of the disease, but of the confinement, and wants nothing more than to flee. Between treatments he dreams of escape and imagines his life as a fugitive. But soon he finds a new sense of freedom far from home – one without the pull of obligations to his family, or the laundry business, or his mother back in China. Here, in the company of an unforgettable cast of characters, Victor finds refuge in music and experiences first love, jealousy, betrayal, and even tragedy. But with the promise of a life-changing cure on the horizon, Victor’s time at Carville is running out, and he has some difficult choices to make.
Stealing by Margaret Verble
Since her mother’s death, Kit Crockett has lived with her grief-stricken father, spending lonely days far out in the country tending the garden, fishing in a local stream, and reading Nancy Drew mysteries from the library bookmobile. One day when Kit discovers a mysterious and beautiful woman has moved in just down the road, she is intrigued.
Kit and her new neighbor Bella become fast friends. Both outsiders, they take comfort in each other’s company. But malice lurks near their quiet bayou and Kit suddenly finds herself at the center of tragic, fatal crime. Soon, Kit is ripped from her home and Cherokee family and sent to Ashley Lordard, a religious boarding school. Along with the other Native students, Kit is stripped of her heritage, force-fed Christian indoctrination, and is sexually abused by the director. But Kit, as strong-willed and shrewd as ever, secretly keeps a journal recounting what she remembers - and revealing just what she has forgotten. Over the course of Stealing, she slowly unravels the truth of how she ended up at the school - and plots a way out.
Beyond That, the Sea by Laura Spence-Ash
As German bombs fall over London in 1940, working-class parents Millie and Reginald Thompson make an impossible choice: they decide to send their eleven-year-old daughter, Beatrix, to America. There, she’ll live with another family for the duration of the war, where they hope she’ll stay safe.
Scared and angry, feeling lonely and displaced, Bea arrives in Boston to meet the Gregorys. Mr. and Mrs. G, and their sons William and Gerald, fold Bea seamlessly into their world. She becomes part of this lively family, learning their ways and their stories, adjusting to their affluent lifestyle. Bea grows close to both boys, one older and one younger, and fills in the gap between them. Before long, before she even realizes it, life with the Gregorys feels more natural to her than the quiet, spare life with her own parents back in England.
As Bea comes into herself and relaxes into her new life - summers on the coast in Maine, new friends clamoring to hear about life across the sea - the girl she had been begins to fade away, until, abruptly, she is called home to London when the war ends.
Desperate as she is not to leave this life behind, Bea dutifully retraces her trip across the Atlantic back to her new, old world. As she returns to post-war London, the memory of her American family stays with her, never fully letting her go, and always pulling on her heart as she tries to move on and pursue love and a life of her own.
A Council of Dolls by Mona Susan Power
Sissy, born 1961: Sissy’s relationship with her beautiful and volatile mother is difficult, even dangerous, but her life is also filled with beautiful things, including a new Christmas present, a doll called Ethel. Ethel whispers advice and kindness in Sissy’s ear, and in one especially terrifying moment, maybe even saves Sissy’s life.
Lillian, born 1925: Born in her ancestral lands in a time of terrible change, Lillian clings to her sister, Blanche, and her doll, Mae. When the sisters are forced to attend an “Indian school” far from their home, Blanche refuses to be cowed by the school’s abusive nuns. But when tragedy strikes the sisters, the doll Mae finds her way to defend the girls.
Cora, born 1888: Though she was born into the brutal legacy of the “Indian Wars,” Cora isn’t afraid of the white men who remove her to a school across the country to be “civilized.” When teachers burn her beloved buckskin and beaded doll Winona, Cora discovers that the spirit of Winona may not be entirely lost...
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Sister Souljah (born Lisa Williamson in the Bronx on January 28, 1964) is an author, activist, and film producer. Bill Clinton criticized her remarks about race in the US during his presidential campaign. His repudiation of her comments led to what is now known in American politics as a Sister Souljah moment. She recounts in her memoir No Disrespect that she was born into poverty and raised on welfare for some years. At the age of 10, she moved with her family to the suburb of Englewood, New Jersey. She disliked what American students were being taught in school systems across the country. She felt that the school systems intentionally left out the African origins of civilization. She criticized the absence of a comprehensive curriculum of African-American history, which she felt that all students, black and white, needed to learn and understand to be properly educated. She was a legislative intern in the House of Representatives. She was the recipient of several honors during her teenage years. She visited Britain, France, Spain, Portugal, Finland, and Russia. Her education was reinforced with first-hand experiences as she worked in a medical center in Mtepa Tepa and assisted refugee children from Mozambique. She traveled to South Africa and Zambia. She graduated from Rutgers University with a dual major in American History and African Studies. She became a well-known and outspoken voice on campus and wrote for the school newspaper. She was part of the Rutgers Coalition for Divestment, which prompted the University administration to divest $3.6 million in its financial holding companies. She and students across the state of New Jersey organized a successful campaign to get the state to divest more than $1 billion of its financial holdings. She spent the next three years developing, organizing, and financing programs such as African Survival Camp. She became the organizer of the National African Youth-Student Alliance and an outspoken voice against racially motivated violence in cases such as the race murder at Howard Beach. She is married to Mike Rich and they have a son. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence https://www.instagram.com/p/CoAQ8pGrHk9/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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( young aaron paul, he/him, cismale ) i’m pretty sure i just ran into riley gibson! you know them, they’re the 29 year old mechanic that’s been here for 6 years. they can be pretty laidback, but on the d.l., they’re also flippant. i have their ringtone set as clint eastwood by gorillaz in my cell. next time you’re around the bronx, tell them to give me a call! ( kirby, 24, she/her, cst )
hey y'all, i'm kirby! thanks for joining our little group :') here's my little mid 2000s king
stats!
name: riley glenn gibson
d.o.b.: may 23rd, 1975
hometown: carson city, nv
current residence: brooklyn, nyc
height: 5'8" (5'10" according to him)
sexuality: heterosexual
positive traits: friendly, laidback, talkative, engaged
negative traits: flippant, spineless, dismissive, flaky
family: renee gibson (mother, 48yrs), joshua gibson (son, 5yrs)
about! (neglect tw)
riley was born to single mother renee gibson in carson city, nevada, midway through the 70s. she told him about a million things about his long-lost dad: he was a police officer killed in the line of duty, he was a famous musician that refused to settle down, he was away on a secret mission but he'd be back to meet his son one day. all lies. riley never knew him, and he was pretty sure renee hardly did either. it was just the two of them.
though it began to feel more and more like just him as time went on. renee worked a lot to afford the apartment they lived in, meaning her son was often left to his own devices. there were a lot of peanut butter sandwiches when he was growing up, and even more nights biking around their neighborhood and chatting with anyone he could. his life became a pretty lonely one the older he got, the more he craved any companionship.
school was a very comfortable place for him because of that. his grades were decent, not as good as they could be, but he never flunked a class. even the ones during which he spent more time talking than listening. he liked the company he had with his classmates and even the faculty. throughout his time as a student, he took up just about whatever extra curricular he found even mildly interesting: theater, baseball, student council. whatever kept him out of the house for longer.
after he graduated, riley enrolled in a local community college, not far away from where he grew up. but, now eighteen, renee pushed him to start working and contributing to the household funds. rent, groceries, utility bills. at first he was glad to help out. he lived there too after all. but his small portion grew and grew, until eventually he was paying almost all of their expenses. wherever his mother's paychecks were going was beyond him, because she seemed to stopped contributing altogether. he enjoyed college a lot, even if he was just taking some basic classes, but it got to a point where he couldn't afford it with the money he was making, and he just didn't have time for it with how much he was working. he had to drop out.
by the time he was twenty, riley had enough. he was worn out, he was overworked, and he was trapped in a box that had progressively gotten smaller. he wanted out. so he saved what money he could for a few months, piled into his 1988 ford taurus with a few suitcases and trash bags, and crossed the country to move to new york city. the first year or two was anything but easy. he floated around a lot, relying primarily on the kindness of strangers and cheap hotels, but he got himself an apartment in the bronx.
finding himself a job as a mechanic who knew very, very little about cars initially, riley worked as much as he could to afford to enroll himself back into school. he liked working on cars, and he eventually got half decent at it, but it wasn't what he wanted long term. he wanted to know how businesses worked, understand money a little better, try to give himself a stable future to make up for the unstable past he'd grown up in. it was a hard balance, but a nice one. he was happy.
but his plans got waylaid again. he'd met a girl, and their fling didn't last too terribly long, but the result of it would. they were surprised with a little boy, affectionately called joshua, in october of 1999 he was unexpected in every way but instantly consumed riley's life. once again, he put his education on hold, but with far less hesitation this time. he adored his son with every piece of himself, and his one and only goal was to give him a childhood that he'd envied so greatly when he was younger.
now 29, riley's life is still pretty consumed by his job and his son, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
headcanons + wanted connections!
absolutely 100% has undiagnosed adhd. textbook case of it if i can be honest with you
he lies about his height but it isn't because he has Little Man Syndrome. he just genuinely is convinced he's 5'10". happens to forget every time anyone corrects him
god awful at video games. tries his absolute best but he's been stuck on the same level of sonic adventure 2 for like a year and a half
lives in a little two bedroom apartment in the bronx that he struggles to afford sometimes, but he had to make sure josh had his own room even if they share custody. and yes it's sonic themed
can diagnose your car problems and will try his very best to fix them for free. maybe a part or two would mysteriously go missing from the shop in the process but... hey who's to say haha
slight abandonment issues bc yaknow. he's a clinger
i would l o v e to have his baby mama here! i imagine they coparent well and are friendly, but honestly i'm up for whatever
i'd also love some roomies that he might have had in the past. probably people that were nice enough to let the lil dude crash for extended periods of time when he was new to the city
also some neighbors! he's the kind of guy that wastes his and everyones time making small talk at the mailbox
anything honestly i'm just excited to be here :)
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DP/Y Assistant/CEO (Finance)
You were a billionaire CEO of Rocket Investment Management Ltd., and full shareholder. Your maid had left, to become a investment banker at a competing firm, so you hired Piper & Masters, a recruiting firm. Charles Masters met with a potential applicant, Daniel Parker. Daniel took Charles under, and Charles hired Daniel, and signed over his assets (his luxury two bedroom apartment ($2.1 million) and his other assets ($1.1 million)). Daniel then told Charles that he had to put his clothes somewhere, so Charles would have to move out. Charles then moved into a dodgy apartment complex in the Bronx, still sending 90% of his annual salary to Danny for the rest of his life, until he died in poverty. Danny then attended his first day of work, where he quickly established control of the house. All other staff quickly fell to Danny, and he ordered them to move your things to the basement, and move him into the master bedroom. When you arrived, you went to scold Danny, just when you were about to fire him, you noticed his pungent musk, and his entrancing eyes. You immediately bowed to his feet, waiting for his commands.
He then began establishing house rules, you would sleep in the basement (even though the property had 21 rooms, all fully furnished), and you would transfer the house to Danny, you immediately accepted. He then took a mind-control dart gun, and shot a few of the neighbors, who quickly fell to his musk.
Danny then ordered you to make him dinner, while he relaxed on the couch, and to cement his control over your mind, while he enjoyed his $400 kobe steak, you eat dog food, laced with his Cum, that would permanently make you his slave.
He then flexed and undressed, while you worshiped his muscles, and begged to give him all your money.
The next day, he ordered you to name him Chairman of the Board, and he took your private train to the offices. At the offices, he hypnotized the executives who then pledged to serve Danny and signed over the majority of their assets.
He was named Chairman, CEO, and Master (an official title), futhermore all employees reduced their salaries to just $12,500 a year. He wasn't involved in day-to-day management, but every once and a while, he would attend a client meeting, which would involve the client paying absurd fees to let them invest their money with Rocket (at times, over 80% or even 200% for private, deep-pocketed clients). Every hour, the entire staff would recite a prayer to their new god, and would bow for five mintues. All of his slaves would remain celebate, unless to him, and would only consider their masters well being. Danny picked out four of the employees, who quit there jobs, divorced their partners, and became full time sextoys of their master. The four men were Andrew Garfield (Asset Management Associate), Tom Holland (Exec. Asst. to Nate K. Weir), Tobey Maguire (VP of Pvt. Debt Mgmt.), and Nate K. Weir (EVP of Private Capital). Danny ordered all of them to become his personal bodyguards, and to show of their body, their uniform became the spiderman costume. All four would give up their homes (if they owned it, they would transfer it to Danny) and move into Danny's mansion, with both Andrew and Tom getting their own bedrooms with ensuite and full access to the house, and Tobey and Nate were ordered to bunk together in the smallest room, with only one bathroom, and were only allowed to shower once a month, and do laundry every six weeks. They also were only allowed to wear gym clothes, and were only allowed to eat, sleep, pleasure Danny, and go to the Gym inside the mansion.
Andrew and Tom became Danny's boyfriends, who also would run the company. Tobey and Nate, however, were reprogrammed to be just dumb jock sex-toys, without any intelligence. Danny then ordered Andrew to put on his uniform, and worship Danny, while Tom would stand at attention, waiting to begin his turn.
After Andrew finished pleasuring Danny, he thanked Danny, bowed, and then remained in the Spiderman position. Tom then walked up for his turn to pleasure his lord and master.
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My Favorite Albums of 2020
9. Adrienne Lenker, songs/instrumentals
Favorite Tracks: zombie girl | come | not a lot, just forever
This album is really special to me because it’s tied to one of my favorite days of 2020. Amidst the chaos that was the global pandemic, the lead up to the 2020 election, and attempting to continue with life despite all of the external strife, I decided to have a “treat yourself” day alone in the Bronx. I had wanted to check out the Bronx Zoo and NY Botanical Garden since I moved to the city and always saved it thinking it could be a good idea for a date or something, but my solo day in the Bronx ultimately ended up being consolation for the (trying not to be pathetic) fact that I didn’t have anyone to go with. I couldn’t be more grateful, though, that I ended up spending it alone, as this album guided my journey and helped me reflect on a lot of my life and insecurities.
The day I decided to do my Bronx excursion ended up being rainy and dreary, immediately adding a wave of melancholic introspection (and slight disappointment) to my plans. I started off at the zoo and wasn’t really feeling it. It was just weird walking around a zoo alone as a 23 year old and seeing the animals just wasn’t as exciting as I’d remembered it being as a kid. After cutting my losses and walking over to the Botanical Garden, I was immediately more interested in the beautiful plant and flower arrangements throughout the grounds. I got a hot chocolate and walked around until I found a part of the botanical garden that was preserved and protected land, allowing visitors to experience what the area would look like without human development. I found a log and sat down, feeling overwhelmed from the day so far and relieved to take a load off. I remembered that songs had released a few days prior and started playing it from my headphones.
From the moment I put on the album, I was instantly put at ease, feeling a sense of relaxation and calm that I had been seeking all along. Adrianne Lenker recorded the album entirely analog directly to tape in a secluded cabin. In the liner notes, it mentions that the album features “Lenker’s vocals and her playing acoustic guitar, as well using a paint brush and the needles of a white pine tree as instruments. It also features recordings of the rain, the wind, the fire from a wood stove, the chimes on her front porch, the birds, and the insects of the forest.” songs/instrumentals are the ultimate expression of complexity in simplicity: despite the sparse instrumentation, Lenker delivers a rich, gorgeous project filled with deep musicality.
songs is an album drawing upon lived experience, but at its core is a representation of individual interpretation of solitude. In this write-up I don’t want to do the album injustice with some pretentious analysis of the meaning behind Lenker’s thoughtful and deeply personal lyrics; you can read Pitchfork reviews for that. I do want to write about some of the things I ruminated on in the rainy botanical garden forest based on one lyric from my favorite track, zombie girl:
oh, emptiness
tell me ‘bout your nature
maybe i’ve been getting you wrong
i cover you with questions
cover you with explanations
cover you with music - Adrianne Lenker, “zombie girl”
As I walked through the forest, I thought a lot about what it means to be alone. I thought about the stigma I felt about being out in the world by myself: in so many ways it feels as if the world pushes those who are alone out of sight, as if activity can only be enjoyed with company. I always felt insecure about being alone, realizing the pangs of envy when I would see a couple in the park or through a restaurant window. I felt the pressures from all kinds of sources to fear loneliness, that as a young person I should be constantly seeking sex or a relationship and filling the rest of the time with a vibrant social life, that being single and dating is just a hurdle before finding some sense of security and settling down with someone forever. Ever since I could develop crushes, I found myself feeling an inexplicable longing for fulfillment from another person, but this year I’ve finally started to unpack that feeling. This was the first year I truly felt satisfied just being myself and spending time with myself: the space from work, school, and social life gave opportunity for reflection and connection to the environment, allowing me to realize that I feel just as alive sitting under a tree in the rain as I do moshing with friends at a music festival, that my own self-love can be as affirming as that of a partner.
I also thought about solitude in terms of family and how lucky I am to have the life I live. My parents were both born into poverty in the Philippines, which is basically the least privileged position to be born into in the world given the developing status of the Philippines. Recognizing the amount of struggle that was required from my parents, and all my ancestors long before them, to provide me with such an opportunistic life allowed me to view my situation in a different light. My solitude was powerful and gave me reflective space, but I was not alone: I’m bonded through a beautiful, rich culture that continues to thrive despite the impacts of colonization. The awakening of this ancient connection has spurred powerful healing and inspired a relationship with my heritage that I have never felt before.
By giving emptiness and nature its own space and not covering it with questions, explanations, or music, I’ve gained more wisdom than I’d ever thought possible. I considered the fact that the world is a living system in and of itself and it doesn’t have any expectations for us humans—we’re exploiting it, but it continues to nourish us and give us life. Trees don’t have to establish some elaborate rule system about how not to destroy each other like us humans do, they just exist and help each other. Hearing songs on that rainy forest day was the first step towards my 2021 resolution: be more like trees. Thinking about solitude and nature and the process of recording this album also spurred me to commit to building a sustainable off-grid cabin with my dad, something he’s always talked about and that we’re finally turning into a reality. Overall, this album became much larger than a musical body of work; it became a teacher, perfectly capturing my range of reflective thoughts and inspiring action. To me, this album is like looking at a plant—truly noticing the natural grace of its colors, shapes, and textures—and taking that appreciation a step further, planting a seed to inspire that beauty for others in the future.
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⌠ priscilla quintana. 29, bisexual, cis woman, she/her. ⌡ wait a minute, is cade molina still in town? i thought i saw a flash of (busted up roller skates, well-manicured fingers tapping gently against desk tops , and fresh-cut flowers placed gingerly into vases )! last i heard they were working as a nonprofit coordinator nearby. when it’s the (leo)’s birthday on 08/11 i forget that they’re reckless and celebrate that they’re generous. i hear running with the boys by lights every time i think of them.
@liminalintro
full name: cade manuela molina
birthdate: august 11th, 1992
age: 29
height: 5’5”
birth place: downey, california
bio:
for the majority of cade’s life, she’s been under a strong microscope
the youngest of two, she’s named after her grandfather, kincade molina, the name shortened to suit the baby that her parents thought would be a boy
the molina family is well-known in downey, each and every one of them raised to be multi-million dollar lawyers for upscale companies
their firm was built from the ground up, but by the time cade made her appearance earthside, they were already living lavishly without a care in the world
to put it simply, she is a trust fund baby, though that’s her least favorite title
cade was always surrounded by people, dragged to events wearing frilly dresses and told to be on her best behavior when all she really wanted to do was go outside and climb a tree
she started roller skating when she was ten years old; it was one of the only activities that her parents approved of her doing, and it provided her with the escape she so desperately craved on any given day
but even with that healthy escape, cade was still hounded every day about what she planned to do with her life
unfortunately for her parents, she didn’t have a plan for her future, trying her best to just enjoy her childhood as best as she could
but the events continued, and so did the questions from her parents’ inner circles
cade’s day to day life was mostly spent with nannies and other caregivers, which is how she came to meet bronx
his mother often watched after her in the loosest sense imaginable, allowing cade the freedom to explore and develop a personality outside of being the child of wealthy parents
but most importantly, the two came to grow quite close, and soon enough bronx became the most important person in her life
unfortunately for cade, bronx was the only person that she enjoyed having around her, finding that the kids that went to school with her were far too stuffy and entitled
cade wanted to spend her days outside on her skates, soaking up the sun and pretending life was much easier than it actually was
however, her parents had her on quite a short leash, and the only solution to finding a way around that was by volunteering
the molinas didn’t approve at first, telling cade that she needed to focus on her studies and getting into law school so she could eventually be part of the family business, but that’s never what she wanted
that’s why, when cade turned eighteen, she picked the furthest college she could, moving across the country to pennsylvania
it was easy for her to settle in, feeling as though she had a new life to work with, immediately getting a job so she could prove to her parents that she could make it on her own
the only issue was, the molinas wanted to keep close tabs on their daughter, still wiring her money every week in order to prove a point
but cade’s determination always went one step further, and after receiving a few weeks of “weekly allowance” from her parents, she found organizations around town to donate it to
it’s this stubbornness that got her the attention of the local roller derby team, and that was attention that cade didn’t know she craved until it happened
despite being the youngest on her team, cade quickly shot to the top, her competitive nature finally able to shine through
it was her outlet, and it was one she was proud of for once in her life
however, school was still the main focus for her, and after four years of attending college, she graduated with high marks and a degree in business administration
right around the same time, cade was granted access to her trust fund, money still wired to her through her parents, and cade knew that there was only one thing to do with it
at the young age of twenty-two, cade packed up and moved to centralia, finding that it was the perfect place to open her nonprofit
it took a couple years, but after purchasing a building and getting everything settled, she was able to open up her own program for kids of all ages, most of them trickling in after school
her goal was to provide a safe space for kids that needed a place to go, and once cade set her mind to anything, she needed to see it through
cade put all of her funds into the nonprofit, and even though her parents kept wiring her money, she would only ever use it for her business
seven years later, her nonprofit has grown larger than she could ever imagine, making it possible to provide care and comfort for the kids she’s come to know and love
she is still very much part of a roller derby team, but one based out of centralia
her derby name is ‘gnarly quinn’, which she uses as an excuse to wear metallic short shorts and paint hearts on her face
cade can come off as abrasive upon first meeting her, but it’s mostly just a defense mechanism, as she’s a very loving and caring person
she will bring anyone and everyone to her roller derby tournaments if she likes you enough, mostly so she can show off
is nearly always covered in bruises or scrapes for one reason or another, and never knows whether to blame the kids or derby for them
will absolutely lend you money if you need it, any time, without hesitation
her love language is acts of service and gift giving, so prepare to be spoiled if she loves you
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