Roo

So I finally finished remaking my long-winded OC/Persona, Roo, coming up on almost 5 or 6 years since I made him, He's grown with me, as a character, and in style/look, in fact, his hair in the first rendition was a light-ish brown color, and he had blue streaks in his hair. Also he started out as a measly picrew avatar. He's very special to me, I try to make him change a bit every so often (since I usually drop Roo content once in a blue moon), and the last time I made him was back in August '23, I decided it was time to remake him, especially since my "sim style" has changed a lot, and also he's changed a bit. Since I could probably talk about him all day, I'll stop talking about him for now.

Fun Roo Fact!

Roo was born with a special condition that would cause him to lose and gain pigmentation/color in his hair and eyes, this only became evident around 9-10, where at around 9 years old, he was documented to have white hair and deep brown eyes, but over the span of a year, his hair shifted to a light blonde color and his eyes were a lighter brown. This condition has only been documented in Roo himself, and through the years has led to a spiral of emotions for him, at around 19-20, his hair and eyes completely lost color, leading to him hiding away for a while. Eventually (after dying his hair blue and letting it fade out) his hair returned to a brown-ish color, however his eyes remain a grey-white-ish color, and from ages 26-early 27, his hair deepened to a VERY dark brown, where he finally dyed his hair black.

✨Order: Oldest to Newest✨

I thought i was gonna be washing dishes today but when i get all set up, the fng walks in and says yoo i think this is my spot. Im like ? And then shift leads run in freaking out and looking 5 yrs older. She frantically explains i need to be in kitchen and fng needs to go away because hes driving her insane.

Im like woah woah ok and tell him to finish his tickets because he walked away from his station with almost ten unfired tickets. He tries to argue with me but finally goes back and shift lead runs out of kitchen screaming WHY IS HE BACK NO NO NO and i try to explain that i need him to clear the tickets while i set up the station because he hasnt even done that even tho he has been there for an hour. She is so panicked that she doesnt even understand what im saying (theres also language barrier) but agm says "chill. It will all be ok" and she walks off.

Anyways fng PISSES ME OFF!!!! He has been on the clock for 1 hour and yet hasnt done a single fkn thing... Except make batter that was so thick it was almost a solid mass. Which he said took him 40 min.. presumably because he was struggling to mix it at that consistency. He cries about how he doesnt know morning prep and im mad because he knows how nights go and he hasnt filled any sauce bottles or blanched fries... He knows how to do that.

Anyways i keep him for like 15 min while i get situated because i dont cope well with my routine getting so messed up. Send him to dish where hes also useless apparently? Gm had to personally train him even though he has 1 yr dish experience. When he left, it was a complete mess. And he didnt wash cutlery, ramekins, glasses and mugs.. FOH was in tears LOL

Theme Parks

translations at the bottom

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This is a modern AU with no Voldy, they are 22, still wizards 

Translations are at the bottom :)

“Can you tell me why the bloody fuck we decided to go to a theme park in November?”

“James, mate, you’re scaring the children.” Sirius scolded, and James huffed in response. 

"I can see my bloody breath! And you aren’t cold cause you’ve got your bloody boyfriend to warm you up. And Pete couldn’t come, no matter how much he wanted and unless your brother-” 

“Don’t even finish that sentence, Potter.” Regulus bit, and James made a disgruntled noise when Remus laughed. 

“Oh, don’t you even start, Remus. Sirius is practically drowning in your jacket. No wonder neither of you wankers are complaining!”

“Language!” 

The new, higher voice came from behind them in the line, and they turned to see a middle-aged woman covering the ears of a little boy, no older than ten, with a mix of shock and amusement on his face.

“Is there a problem, ma’am?” James asked politely, and the woman huffed. 

“Yes. I don’t want you talking that way in front of my son.” 

“I’m not allowed to say wanker?” 

“Hey! What did I just say? I am behind you, and I want you to stop speaking in those disgusting words.” 

 James was confused for a second before his face was plastered in a shit-eating grin. 

“Je parle une langue. Français, pour être exact.” 

“What? Speak english,we’re in America.” The women snapped, and Sirius snickered from behind James while Remus groaned, and Regulus looked torn between bewilderment and amusement. 

“Quid de latine? Nec?”

The woman was obviously growing frustrated, and James took full advantage of it. 

“ A yw'r Gymraeg yn well? Dyma fy hoff un. Ddim mor rhamantus â Ffrangeg, chi'n gweld, ond gan fy mod i'n eithaf unig ac nad yw'r person rydw i mewn cariad ag ef yn gallu siarad Cymraeg, rydw i'n mynd i'w siarad. Y dyn y tu ôl i mi, rydych chi'n ei weld, y gwallt brown, mae'n fy neall i, wel efallai ddim bellach, mae wedi bod yn amser ers iddo ei siarad, ond dydy'r ddau arall ddim. Rydw i mewn gwirionedd mewn cariad â brawd ei gariad. Ie, y bachgen arall. Y gwallt du byr. Mae'n hollol anhygoel. Mae'n edrych fel ei fod wedi curo'ch asyn, ond ni fydd - wel, efallai'ch un chi. Ond mae mor felys a charedig ac mae fy Nuw ei wên yr un mor ffycin hardd mae'n gwneud fy niwrnod cyfan. A phan mae'n chwerthin, sy'n achlysur prin, mae hi mor goddamn hyfryd sut na allech chi garu'r bachgen hwn. Nid eich bod chi'n gwybod beth rydw i'n ei ddweud. Ac rydw i'n rantio yn Gymraeg i ddynes ar hap sy'n wallgof arna i. Rhyfeddol.”

Someone further back in the line yelled “Mynnwch y bachgen!” but James didn’t pay it much mind, instead staring the woman who was almost red in the face with her anger. 

“Well,if that’s all.” James gave a polite smile and turned back to his friends. "Happy birthday, Sirius." 

Sirius let out a bark of laughter and pushed closer into Remus, pulling the jacket tighter around them. Regulus looked at James with amusement and confusion. 

“What?” 

“You speak Welsh? And French and Latin?” Regulus asked, and James nodded.

“I mean, obviously. What else could I have been speaking?” 

Regulus rolled his eyes and turned back around to the front of the line, pointing forward. “We aren’t too far from the front. Maybe five minutes.” 

After they had ridden the roller coaster (James screamed, Regulus laughed at him) they decided to get some food before getting on another ride, the ride being a carousel. 

“Why a carousel? Sirius, you’re turning twenty-two, not two.” Regulus reasoned, though they were already in line and it didn’t do much. 

“Because I can. Besides, I’m not acting like I’m two. ” 

“Yeah? Well look at James! He’s acting like he’s five!” 

  “Hey!” 

“Oh, you are!” 

“It’s cold, okay! I’m trying to stay warm!” 

“You’re a bloody wizard!” Regulus whisper-shouted, careful to not be overheard. “Use a damn heating charm!” 

“Remus took my wand!” James whispered back, and Remus smiled from in front of them.

“If you say so.” 

James huffed and continued the small dance he was doing, now bobbing his head back and forth in front of Regulus’ face to annoy him. Regulus rolled his eyes and turned him around, shoving him forward in line. James stumbled, but regained his balance and turned around again, repeating his dance and head motions before Regulus turned and pushed him forward again. 

This continued a few more times until Regulus grew tired of it, gripping James’ shoulders to get him to stop. 

“Quit it, Potter.” 

“Make me, Black.”

James started bobbing his head again, and then Regulus’ hands weren’t on his shoulders.

They were on his hips, bringing James closer until Regulus was kissing him, and James was kissing back, Regulus’ fingers digging into James’ waist, reminding him that he was awake. There was grumbling somewhere behind them, but James couldn’t care less, now that he was finally kissing Regulus, and Regulus was kissing him back, after what was almost seven years of pining and secret plans that never worked. 

James brought his hands up to Regulus’ face, cradling his cheeks and angling his head as he deepened the kiss.

“Oi!” Sirius shouted from somewhere, though it was hard for James to focus on anything except for Regulus surrounding him and filling every one of his senses.

 The only thing he felt was the scratchy stubble on Regulus' face, and Regulus' hands holding on to his hips. The only thing he could taste was the mango chapstick Regulus used religiously. The only thing he could smell was Regulus' cologne, which smelt like whiskey and old books, something that reminded him of Hogwarts. The only thing he heard was Regulus' breathing, and the almost non existent moan that came when James opened his mouth to willingly let Regulus in.

 "Stop snogging my brother and get on the ride." Sirius' voice came, and James broke their kiss, still holding Regulus' face, to face Sirius. 

"No." 

And he turned back around, reconnecting his and Regulus' lips.

"Fine then. Come on, Moony. Leave Prongs to defile my baby brother." 

Translations 

“Quid de latine? Nec?”------- “What about Latin? No?” 

“A yw'r Gymraeg yn well? Dyma fy hoff un. Ddim mor rhamantus â Ffrangeg, chi'n gweld, ond gan fy mod i'n eithaf unig ac nad yw'r person rydw i mewn cariad ag ef yn gallu siarad Cymraeg, rydw i'n mynd i'w siarad. Y dyn y tu ôl i mi, rydych chi'n ei weld, y gwallt brown, mae'n fy neall i, wel efallai ddim bellach, mae wedi bod yn amser ers iddo ei siarad, ond dydy'r ddau arall ddim. Rydw i mewn gwirionedd mewn cariad â brawd ei gariad. Ie, y bachgen arall. Y gwallt du byr. Mae'n hollol anhygoel. Mae'n edrych fel ei fod wedi curo'ch asyn, ond ni fydd - wel, efallai'ch un chi. Ond mae mor felys a charedig ac mae fy Nuw ei wên yr un mor ffycin hardd mae'n gwneud fy niwrnod cyfan. A phan mae'n chwerthin, sy'n achlysur prin, mae hi mor goddamn hyfryd sut na allech chi garu'r bachgen hwn. Nid eich bod chi'n gwybod beth rydw i'n ei ddweud. Ac rydw i'n rantio yn Gymraeg i ddynes ar hap sy'n wallgof arna i. Rhyfeddol.” ------------------------------------- Is welsh any better? It's my favorite. Not as romantic as French, you see, but since I'm quite lonely and the person I'm in love with can't speak Welsh, I'm going to speak it. The man behind me, you see him, the brown hair, he understands me, well maybe not anymore, it's been a while since he spoke it, but the other two don't. I'm actually in love with his boyfriend's brother. Yeah, the other boy. The short black hair. He's absolutely amazing. He looks like he'd beat your ass, but he won't - well, maybe yours. But he's so sweet and kind and my god his smile is just so fucking beautiful it just makes my entire day. And when he laughs, which is a rare occasion, it's just so goddamn gorgeous how could you not love this boy. Not that you know what I'm saying. And I'm ranting in Welsh to a random lady who's mad at me. Wonderful.

Mynnwch y bachgen!-----Get the boy!

So...what kind of horror movie would you write featuring the Hargrove/ Mayfield family? (That you haven't written already lol)

oh boy, u may regret asking me this bc i am indecisive af and i can’t pick just one!

two that i'm actually writing are max as (g is for) ghostface killer in the abcs of neil’s death and also the max + tory nichols werewolf movie fic outlined here. also some more misc gorror junk bc i’m a demon and esp horny for susan wearing blood splatter. but more ideas commence below:

horror movie #1: another creature feature! awhile back @lucdarling sent me an ask abt max + billy hiding smth from susan and her like, playing along, pretending she doesn't know, and one of the scenarios that popped in my head was them keeping a baby bat as a pet. max finds it and she’s only like six or seven, and she thinks it’s going to turn into a vampire. so here is that scenario except horror edition: baby bat is actually a vampire type creature. not rly a vampire like, what’s prolly popping into ur head, like an undead human like dracula or smth, but like a bat monster that sucks blood.

billy being a lil older doesn’t actually think the bat is going to turn into a vampire. he makes fun of max for believing this, but he helps her take care of it anyway bc he thinks it’s cool. susan, like in the non-horror version, knows abt the bat but plays dumb bc she’s feeling a lot of guilt abt max’s difficulty adjusting to the blended fam (as of rn tho, neil has yet to reveal his abusive nature. the red flags are not yet red, more of a brownish maroon, and he is on his best behavior almost all the time, showering susan + max with affection and keeping the swears out of his mouth when he scolds billy in front of them) and knows the lil furry baby makes her happy. she tacitly cleans up after the bat whenever the kids miss a spot (bats poop a lot, dude) and distracts neil, deterring him from discovering it whenever he gets close.

baby bat gets rly big rly fast. and the older it gets, the more it starts to look monstrous. it still has bat features but it’s just like, different. its fangs grow suspiciously long, its hooks grow suspiciously long. its feet are elongated. a dorsal ridge emerges from its spine, spikes at first just flesh but soft fur rather like peach fuzz eventually sprouting. billy catches on that smth is strange abt this animal when it's as long as his forearm after two wks and still growing. he nearly shits a brick when the bat is clinging to his sweater one day and he steps in front of a mirror and only his reflection looks back at him— no bat.

max laughs at him all like, “stupid brother, ofc there’s no reflection. nosferatu is a vampire, vampires don’t have reflections.” 😂

susan catches a glimpse of the thing when nosferatu crawls out of the home max built it in her closet the same wk billy realizes it doesn’t have a reflection, and also almost shits a brick. she doesn’t know what it is, but it’s NOT a fucking bat. not a normal one, anyway! cue a comedy scene where she’s chasing it around the house with a butterfly net and it’s always one flap *ba dum tss* ahead of her, flying just out of reach. she suddenly regrets not getting rid of it sooner, scolding herself for ever allowing her daughter to keep a wild animal.

she can’t catch it. max comes home, susan tells her she needs to get rid of it. max cries, flips her the bird, refuses. billy tho…billy has mixed feelings. he loves nosferatu but he’s worried it’s going to get dangerous. he loves his dad and his dad is dangerous too. he’s stressed out enough, always on edge, knowing that one way or the other, neil is going to hurt him again. he’s already waiting for his dad to hurt him, he doesn’t need the added stress of waiting for nosferatu to hurt him too. and while max is 100% nosferatu’s favorite, it likes billy too. billy’s been handling it since it could fit in the palm of his hand, it trusts him much more than it trusts susan and doesn’t know any different when billy takes it out of the closet when max isn’t around.

billy frees nosferatu at an abandoned farm. there are always bats flying out of the old silo adjacent to the dilapidated barn. while he knows nosferatu isn’t a *normal* bat, it’s still bat like enough that he thinks it might make friends and be happy here…

yeah, that doesn’t stick. before long, nosferatu is feasting on that colony. leeches the blood out of a couple bats nightly. the number of bats increases with nosferatu’s size. meanwhile, max mourns her missing friend. she’s sullen af and won’t speak to susan at all. she thinks susan is the one who got rid of nosferatu. billy never fesses up and susan doesn’t contradict max’s assumption bc she wants the step-siblings to get along.

neil, meanwhile, is getting more comfortable. those maroon flags are slowly but surely brightening to scarlet. he starts sabotaging susan’s plans with her friends, trying to keep her around the house more and more, quietly but steadily eroding her relationships with other people. he’s getting more visibly aggressive when he disciplines billy. he curses him out with a virulent venom that dunks susan’s stomach in ice water and scares max so badly, she runs to susan and hides behind her even though she’s still so mad that susan got rid of her beloved baby vampire.

nosferatu’s appetite surpasses what the bat colony can offer. it’s like the size of a ten yr old human child now. fucker’s big. it doesn’t just have fangs on top, but tusks on bottom. it can’t go out in the sunlight anymore, the sun sears its flesh. it misses max a lot and before, it wasn’t strong enough to fly back to her house. but now it is. it’s extremely strong, actually.

so bc it's hungry, nosferatu grabs a snack along the way. some nameless rando, it swoops down and sucks dry. nourished and much happier, nosferatu makes its way back home. patiently waits outside of max’s bedroom in the moonlight, tapping its hook against the window until she wakes up. initially max is a lil startled— nosferatu looks so different, there’s a beat before she recognizes it— him?? yk, ig it’s male, the og nosferatu was a guy. sure, why not, nosferatu is a boy now.

once she realizes who it is, she is so! happy! max opens the window and embraces her friend. she isn’t freaked out by the blood on its fangs. she’s always known nosferatu is a vampire, albeit, she was thinking he’d look more like dracula than this bat-monster-thingy.

nosferatu moves back into max’s closet. it hangs upside-down from her rod by its weird, elongated feet. we get more shots of nosferatu sucking rando ppl dry at night, tho he remains gentle with max. when max drags billy in to show her he came back, nosferatu is less friendly with him. he’s not aggressive with billy, but he is standoffish. nosferatu’s thought process is somewhere between human and animal. he doesn’t quite cognitively understand that billy took him to the farm with the intent of getting rid of him, but he does understand that the last time he clung to billy, billy left him alone and never came back. max puts two and two together, and realizes it was billy who “stole” her friend. she yells at him a lot, he yells back, she then ices him out.

billy acts out bc he’s upset. runs away, thinks he’s going to find his mom…the cops find him first and call neil. neil is rly embarrassed and pissed abt the whole thing. he breaks down and beats billy in front of the mayfields for the first time. nosferatu smells the blood and it’s time for the main event! we love dead!neil, yes, we do.

nosferatu flies out the closet and right into the living room where billy’s bleeding and teary but biting his lip so they don’t actually fall. susan’s covering max’s eyes but so shocked and tbh, FRIGHTENED, she doesn’t move a muscle beyond that. neil’s got the belt raised, preparing to bring it down again, and nosferatu smashes right into him. neil stumbles, turns back to see this freaky monster looking thing. proceeds to whip the belt at nosferatu. tries to fight him off with the belt and it doesn’t accomplish much beyond pissing him off more— nosferatu, like most classic vampire types, has a healing factor!

max rips her mom’s hands off her face in time to see her pet sink its fangs into her stepdad’s throat. nosferatu sucks neil dry. billy’s a little dazed, not quite frightened. susan is just dead ass frozen, too scared to scream, even. nosferatu crawls over to billy and nudges at him, making sure he’s in once piece and forgiving him in the same go. max darts over and that snaps susan out of her stupor, but she isn’t as fast as our blood-sucking bat monster.

nosferatu stretches his wings out and with a truly impressive wingspan, hugs both of the kids. <3

horror movie #2: a haunting! this one opens with a bang. it’s a tragic horror, beware. we’re in hawkins post s3. billy died at starcourt mall. neil’s obvi had a longstanding abusive mindset and abusive behavior, but he rly takes his grief out on susan and max. mostly susan. she does her best to protect max however she can, whether that means shielding her w her body, sending her out of the house, getting neil’s goat to inspire his ire in max’s place, etc. but sue simply isn’t around all the time and when she isn’t, but max is, well. yk.

one day neil comes home early (bc he lost his job for a violent outburst, tbh) and discovers susan packing a suitcase.

sue fights hard. she rly does. but neil is bigger, heavier, crueler, and to boot, he caught her completely unawares. he kills her. and no, no it’s not some accidental thing where neil makes one bad move rage-blind. he strangles her with his belt. she’s clawing at his arms and making these horrible choked, trapped animal noises. thrashes and twists her body with everything she has trying to get him off but he’s so strong, his grip is unrelenting, and she's growing weaker, lightheaded with the lack of oxygen. strangulation can induce incontinence and when susan blacks out, her piss streams to the hardwood— neil hears that as much as he felt the clawing and heard the noises, even now he could stop, but he doesn’t. he just. doesn’t think his wife has the right to leave him, esp not after his son just did.

neil burns the body and the suitcase in the woods while max is at school. max has been spending as much time as she can (and often with sue’s prompting) outside of the house, so it actually takes her about two days to realize her mother isn’t around. neil tells a pretty convincing story about how susan abandoned them, voice saturated with apology and sorrow. he takes her out for a fancy dinner and promises he’s going to be a better father-- that being a better father is the least he can do now that her mother abandoned her and they are alone in their grief.

max doesn’t know what to think. she’s been preoccupied with her own grief and pain. she finds it hard to believe her mother would just leave her to neil’s wrath. she has a lot of hangups with susan and anger toward her for marrying neil and not getting them out sooner, but she’s also old enough to realize there would be risks involved with that. it’s hard to reconcile the memory of her mother just last wk pinning max to the wall to protect her from neil’s blows with her own bod just abruptly taking off without a word in the middle of the night. but hey, maybe that’s why susan left. maybe she got sick of protecting her, maybe the pain got to be too much and she turned tail.

but also…it’s early october now, abt three months after billy’s death but still fairly warm outside. yet neil is wearing long sleeves. neil never used to button his collared shirts all the way up, and yet. every collar is buttoned. also, mom’s car is still here. why would mom leave without her car?

that ceramic pelican she loved so much is still here too, on the mantle in the living room. it doesn’t seem like the kind of thing she would leave behind, she's had it since max was a baby.

max almost wants to believe neil because she’d rather her mother abandoned her than be dead somewhere, rotting in a storage locker or a hole in the ground. under the earth with the worms, just like billy. max has the worst feeling low in the pit of her gut. she thinks she knows the truth. she thinks abt going to hopper and hesitates bc she’s not sure she could handle it if he actually found smth. or what would happen to her if he did, where she would be sent, who she would end up with.

this movie would be more on the ambiguous end of things. an arthouse horror, if u will.

the days turn into wks and neil is crawling in his skin. the viewer isn’t sure if the shadows he’s seeing, always, always susan-shaped shadows, are of a ghostly nature or if he’s just hallucinating out of guilt. but the signs gradually point to the former— that smth paranormal is indeed going on. bc those scratches and bite marks susan left in his skin?

they do not heal. they do not get infected. they do not become necrotic. but they do not heal, either. days turn into wks and the wounds still look fresh, like she just left them moments ago. neil can’t wear light colors anymore because his wounds weep red into the fabric. he isn’t just seeing susan’s shadows either, he’s smelling her.

he washes his sheets and pillowcases a dozen times and the scent of her shampoo, her lotion, it’s like it’s woven into the fibers. he walks into the hallway and chokes on the aroma of susan’s perfume. he wonders if max is screwing with him, if max figured it out and she’s trying to torture him into a confession. one day he stomps off to max's bedroom, furious, adamant on confronting her. he grabs her doorknob, prepared to yank it open and then lets out a yelp, jerking his hand back with a sudden sharp pain.

it feels like a bee sting (which would be esp bad for this fucker in anything i write, bc i headcanon him as being allergic). but there’s no stinger. no injury. nothing. neil is freaked out enough that he backs down.

max, on the other hand, is getting gentler signs. when she turns the radio dial in the camaro, it’s somehow always her mom’s favorite songs that come thru the speakers. when she goes to pull clothes out of her drawers in the morning, she discovers that the things she’d just shoved inside in wrinkled balls are perfectly folded, neat as a pin, exactly like how susan always folded. susan was always fond of cardinals and suddenly max is seeing cardinals, pretty red cardinals, in just abt erry tree and shrub.

neil wakes up one night to his wife’s voice whispering “boo” right in his ear. he throws the covers off and discovers ashes in the bed. he doesn’t smell susan’s shampoo or lotion anymore, he smells the kerosine he’d poured all over her body.

his wounds still won’t heal. whenever he looks in the mirror, he catches a glimpse of susan walking past behind him, peering at him from her peripheral. he whips around, heart hammering, but there’s never any tangible person there.

max is almost certain her mother is dead at this point. neil’s been so bizarrely nice to her lately. she never believed in ghosts but her experiences with the upside-down broadened her perception of reality. she doesn’t know how else to explain the songs, the cardinals, the folded clothes. the way that these days, whenever she does feel fear toward neil, it just fades away. her fear melts like popsicles in the sun, immediately replaced by the sensation of a warm, maternal hug, as if arms she can’t see are trying to reassure her she truly doesn’t need to be afraid of him anymore.

in fact, max feels so unafraid of neil and brave, that one night she calls him out on it. he’s grizzled and unshaven in his recliner, beer in hand. she steps in front of the television he’s vacantly fixated on and folds her arms across her chest.

“you killed my mom, didn’t you?”

quick as a flash, neil leaps to his feet. he brings his arm back like he’s going to strike her and susan’s ceramic pelican on the mantle explodes into shards. the lights flicker, the television program cuts to snow with a static roar. every other knickknack on the mantle rattles and framed photos tumble off the wall.

neil very wisely lowers his hand. he slumps, boneless. he doesn’t say a word. max sees the answer in his eyes. it’s the dead of night and she snatches the camaro keys off the hook, marching out of the house, slamming the door behind her. it’s the dead of night and she doesn’t care. she’s going to blow past every stop sign and pound on the chief’s door until he opens up. and fuck, i just realized if this is post s3 he’s supposed to be in russia. shit. i don’t watch this show, but i know abt russia bc i DID watch the clips of that demogorgon that i rly hope isn’t stuck in captivity!! okay, but let’s pretend that didn’t happen?

it’s an au?? i mean, errything i write is always technically an au anyway, bc when i write stuff susan has an actual personality and billy isn’t *completely* abhorrent. okay, so it’s an au and mr. hopper didn’t blow up and un-blow up in russia. he’s still here. so max drives to his house.

she pounds on the door so hard this guy snaps outta bed, thinking someone’s trying to bust it down. she tells him neil confessed to killing her mom. it isn’t true, exactly, but he didn’t have to. so it’s a helluva grim drive back to cherry lane, this time in the cop car.

but when they go inside, chief prepared to arrest neil, no need. neil’s hanging from the belt he strangled susan with, shirtless for the first time since that night, erry seemingly fresh furrow and bite mark on full display. below his dangling feet is a map, the area he burned susan’s corpse in circled in red marker. did he kill himself or did the ghost do it?

up to u, we soundlessly cut to credits without a concrete answer to that question.

horror movie #3: crossover special! stranger things meets the chilling adventures of sabrina. sequel to that fic i wrote where susan makes out with lilith, queen of hell, and lilith kills neil for her. sue officially joins the church of lilith. bc in this ‘verse the church of lilith actually happens after caos s2 instead of the nonsense that was s3 and the inconceivably godawful migraine-inducing shit-fest that was s4.

killing neil was lilith’s only freebee. susan isn’t a witch, she’s a mortal, so in order to reap the other rewards of worshipping the one and only mother of demons, she has to fornicate with the witches and participate in the sacrifices!!!

this is, uh, well. it’s p much a porno, dude, sorry. 😅

this is just an excuse for susan to have sex with lilith, zelda, marie, hilda, big witch orgies + susan. witches bathing in the blood of their sacrifices, susan so nervous and timid but unable to deny her desire. the witch’s dressing her in their gothic garb.

how does the rest of the fam get it on this?

max joins the church too. she has more age-appropriate conduct with sabrina and the weird sisters, and what have you. just smooches and over-the-clothes groping, and whatnot, even tho the weird sisters, at least, would be interested in going further if given the opportunity.

billy dies in starcourt again, so he gets revived in the cain pit! hilda is the one who goes to him after bc she’s been in the cain pit many a time (i am still BIG side-eyeing zelda for repeatedly murdering her sister since childhood). hilda understands how jarring it can be to come back. suddenly alive!billy is freaking tf out but she brings him inside the mortuary, wraps him up in a big blanket burrito and they have a talk. hilda explains that he’s going to be okay and rubs his back while he tentatively sips the hot chocolate she made.

after billy’s calmed down, she brings max and susan in. max and susan can’t do as much magic as the caos witches— they’re mortals, after all, it’s not in their nature —but they’ve gained some abilities thru being in the church, following the rituals, and being carnally involved with the immortal witches. max happily shows him some of her new magic tricks.

horror movie #4: another crossover with caos. heavily inspired by creepshow episode s2e1, model kid (which i already v blatantly referenced in the last axe snafu update and i’m not ashamed, bc it’s a good series i love v much).

billy picks max up from the byers’ place rly late one night. it’s dark and the weather is bad and okay, yeh, he might be a little high. and a little concussed. he pissed neil off pretty bad the other day and okay, actually he’s defo concussed bc he doesn’t even remember what he did wrong!

needless to say, they take a wrong turn somewhere. they end up in greendale. at first max is pissed. she yells at him a lot! yells so loud hilda can hear them thru the walls of dr. cerberus’s comic shop/diner. she goes outside to see what all the fuss is abt, hilda never rly ignores youth in need. we love hilda, she deserved so much better…i’m getting distracted, okay, back to the story.

hilda ushers them inside. max is like, “ooh, comics? horror junk and comics? nvm, i’m not mad anymore.” she pats billy’s arm and wanders away to go check stuff out! hilda makes billy sit down. caos canon established that she’s psychic, at least when she wants to be. she smells the weed but she also sees his life, his trauma. billy doesn’t remember what he did to piss neil off or the abuse that followed, but hilda sees it clear as day.

he’s rude and cranky w her when she probes a little too much for his liking. hilda gently but firmly reprimands him and gets him a milkshake on this house. then she goes to check on max. she steers max to a v particular section of the shop, the one that sells model kits. now, max isn’t *huge* into model kits BUT they are p neat and she enjoys them well enough. more so when the weather is nasty and she can’t go outside. or when she needs smth to do with her hands (a trait she shares w susan) to distract herself and ease some of the anxiety when she hears her brother being beaten or her mother being shouted at.

max is actually rly impressed by the array of models. vintage ones and newer ones. monsters, slashers, final girls, tiny accessories like knives and bloodied heads. but when she gets to the paint-your-own shelf, her jaw drops to the floor.

there’s one that looks just like neil. unpainted, plain gray vinyl, but undoubtedly her stepdad. the expression on the five inch figurine is one frozen in fear.

“i think that one’s calling to you,” hilda prompts her, with the softest smile.

max blinks away her bewilderment altho she still can’t speak. she turns to hilda and turns her empty pockets inside out. hilda just waves her hand. she tells her it’s on the house. that it wouldn’t be fair if she gave billy smth on the house, but not max.

speaking of billy, when he finishes his milkshake, he’s suddenly totally sober and healed!! no more high buzzing in his blood. no more pounding headache or concussion fogging his mind. he doesn’t feel his bruises anymore, rolls his sleeve up, and realizes they simply aren’t there anymore. like they dissolved off his skin.

albeit it’s muttered under his breath, but billy does thank hilda. then he and max are on their way. max shows him the suspiciously familiar figurine in the box. this night cannot get weirder.

max knows what to do with the model kit. she does. she isn’t sure how she knows, but she does. she grapples with it for a long time. neil’s the closest thing she has to a dad these days. and things aren’t bad all the time, ofc.

sometimes neil gives max a ride when mom and billy aren’t available. sometimes he brings her ice cream entirely unprompted. neil’s the one who picks max up off the sidewalk when she wipes out super bad on her skateboard, carries her inside and then later to the car when her cut doesn’t stop bleeding and she ends up needing stitches.

but most of the time he sucks. she can’t rly be herself around him. he's indifferent to her interest at best, scornful at worst. he would hate all her friends. he scares the shit out of her when he’s angry. he doesn’t have a problem belittling her mother in front of her, tearing susan to shreds and making her out like she’s lower than dirt, the most worthless person on the planet. doesn’t have a problem beating billy in front of her or glaring at her with the promise that she’ll be next if she dares to voice her dissent.

max doesn’t always want to do what she knows she’s meant to do with the model. bc she's kind at heart and bc on the good days, she genuinely does have mixed feelings toward neil. never enough to hope he'll be better, he's proven he won't...but maybe enough to hope he won't get worse, either.

then comes the night neil breaks ribs. bad, like we’re talking, a-sharp-spear-of-broken-rib-punctures-billy’s-lung-and-he’s-coughing-up-blood-bad. that’s a trip to the emergency room. in the days that follow, at her next dnd meeting w the party, max places the fully and attentively painted model of her stepdad on the table. normally her pals would protest her derailing the intended game, but they can sense it, yk, that smth is different.

max takes over as dungeon master to the protest of no one, all other mouths sealed as if bewitched and spellbound. she narrators a scene where the demogorgon devours neil and uses the demogorgon piece and the model for demonstration.

when max returns home, neil is strewn across the house in gory chunks and torn wallpaper curls around massive claw marks.

If Anne R. decided to publish another VC book in the future, how would you like it to be? What topics would you like to see explored? What's your ideal ending to the saga? L̶e̶t̶'̶s̶ ̶i̶m̶a̶g̶i̶n̶e̶ ̶s̶h̶e̶ ̶w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶s̶c̶r̶e̶w̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶u̶p̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶s̶ ̶t̶i̶m̶e̶

This is interesting, and possibly some very well-wrapped bait. The question about what we want to see in canon is usually framed the other way around, in the form of a statement about what we’re disliking about canon. I’ve seen so many salty posts and hot takes that criticize the series for lacking in many ways, and I can’t remember a time when I’ve had any interest to write one of those myself or engage in them. 

Those statements are often about the issue of representation in published fiction, whether it be LGBT+, POC, etc., “[Author name]’s long history of discussing X but not depicting X in canon” is itself an accusation (deserved or not); that [Author] should do something about it, now! Representation is a nuanced issue, essays have been written on it by people more educated on it than I am, and out of respect, I’m not going to discuss this further publicly. For more on this topic, I would recommend @olderthannetfic​. 

>If Anne R. decided to publish another VC book in the future, how would you like it to be?

Fanworks have fed me so well over the years that there’s not much Anne herself could give me that I can’t find elsewhere. If she can’t or doesn’t want to make the content I want, I’ll write it myself or see if someone else is writing/has written it.

I would say that my favorite fanfics, fanart, and the parts of VC canon (which are all basically sequels of IWTV in some shape or form) that I’ve enjoyed have all landed somewhere in the sweet spot briefly described below.

From “Star Wars - How To Kill A Franchise,” by The Closer Look:

“Imagine exploring the elements from an original story in the sequel like a gradient. On the left, you’ve got ‘Not enough change,’ in the middle you’ve got that ‘Sweet spot’ where they’re different but it feels like a natural development in their character... In a perfect sequel, everything carried over from the original story should be in that Goldilocks zone where they’re still the same characters... but they’ve been developed in natural, interesting ways that allows for entertaining new directions in the follow-up story.”

Then there’s further to the right... ‘For the love of God stop!’  Which is where we use the phrase “jumped the shark,” “Moments labeled as "jumping the shark" are considered indications that writers have exhausted their focus, that the show has strayed irretrievably from an older and better formula...”

>What topics would you like to see explored?

A return to the sweet spot, some ideas would be:

The hypothetical book she might have written thirty years ago as a follow up to QOTD instead of TOBT.

A story, any story, from Louis's POV where he has more perspective in the wake of TVL and QOTD. That last scene of QOTD with Lestat and Louis flying together and so on... Lestat wondered what it had done to Louis to finally learn all these secrets, after being told for so long they didn't exist. Currently, Louis is characterized primarily by his obvious top-level traits, which get exaggerated and turned into the entire depiction, which is so flat, and he has so much more to offer. 

Discussions about the consequences of Merrick, and how that’s changed the way Louis sees things and navigates his existence, whether he and Lestat have the intimacy they were unable to achieve from the end of QOTD to Merrick.

I would prefer that certain characters that had died were allowed to stay dead, and could be talked about and mourned.

The exception being - I’d be open to a Nicolas return! He died off-screen after all.

>What's your ideal ending to the saga?

Ultimately, every problematic thing can't be addressed and tidied up. All of the vampires in VC have killed tens of thousands of people. There's no reparation for that. It's weird to try to apply any kind of human-standard morality to them, because you start from "First of all, they're all mostly-unrepentant killers."

While it would count as possibly Too much change, I think it could be intriguing to make all the vampires mortal and human again; they age together; now that their lives are finite they realize they need to sort out their shit, they get therapy and learn to communicate, and resolve all their many and varied interpersonal problems.

I’m ready to see what Christopher does with it when he takes over. I haven’t read his writing myself, but I’ve been told it’s good, so we’ll see. Maybe he has the Ricean spark✨

>L̶e̶t̶'̶s̶ ̶i̶m̶a̶g̶i̶n̶e̶ ̶s̶h̶e̶ ̶w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶s̶c̶r̶e̶w̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶u̶p̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶s̶ ̶t̶i̶m̶e̶

You know, over the years, especially when there was more of a sense of humor and people could get away with hyperbole, I’ve made it publicly known that some of the books were not my cup of tea, but there are fans who come to the series from every one of the books. They don’t have the same calibration as I do, IWTV may not be the original material at all for them! One could argue that any of these books could exist as standalones, because AR never promised us a forge weld to them all, 40+ yrs and 10+ books later. It’s not delamination of the stories splitting off from each other and conflicting accounts of events (”unreliable narrators”) if the intention wasn’t a fused weld.

In some respect, AR has reflected, she often asks her FB followers what they like about certain books/characters/etc. and I think she does read those responses... and while I wouldn’t say she admitted she “screwed it up,” she has said the Mayfair/VC crossovers “did not age well,” even though she is proud of them:

So I think AR’s point is that she tried a direction, and now that years have passed, she decided that it wasn’t worth pursuing further, and it will impact her choices in future books (in this case, not to do more crossovers). I think it takes a lot of guts for her to post that publicly, and it gives me hope that whatever she writes next, I think she’s trying to capture her older and better formula. 

But just because she made us a magnificent cake once, I don’t expect her to make anything like it for us again, ever, and it gives me peace of mind not to expect her to. 

[ MUSE 15 ]  ●●  is that  KRISTINE FROSETH  ? no, that’s just  NORAH CHANDLER  , the  EIGHTEEN  year old  CIS FEMALE  who is a  HIGH SCHOOL SENIOR  . some say they’re  BRASH & RESTLESS , but their family and friends will swear they’re  LOYAL & IMPASSIONED . when i think of them, i think of  speeding down a moonlight highway with the windows down, chain smoking cigarettes outside of the party, flower petals crumbling in your palm, shoes slapping the pavement. it almost sounds like running .  i wonder if HER family knows that SHE WAS CHEATING ON HER BOYFRIEND BEFORE HIS DEATH .  ●● ( nica && 20 && cst && she / her ) 

hello everyone !!  to start i have to say .. i can’t believe it took me so long to discover this group because it’s GORGEOUS and so fresh and full of such wonderful writers god can you tell i’m excited to be here ??  i’m nica and as of right now  ( wink wink )  this is my only child, hot mess miss norah chandler !!  please excuse this awkward period while i’m still fleshing her out because she is a BRAND NEW muse but i love her sm already .  SO bio under the cut !!

❝  SHE LIVES IN DAYDREAMS WITH ME  ❞  ...  GENERAL 

full name :  norah lane chandler 

age & dob :  eighteen yrs & september 16 

zodiac :  virgo 

mbti :  ENFJ 

religion :  raised somewhat catholic , agnostic 

❝  SHE'S THE FIRST ONE THAT I SEE  ❞  ...  APPEARANCE 

 defining attributes :  doe eyed , round cheeks , long dirty blonde / light brown hair , tall, slender frame 

height :  5′8 

distinct attributes :  a birthmark just between her shoulder blades, pierced ears 

❝  AND I DON’T KNOW WHY  ❞  ...  BIOGRAPHY 

none of the chandler children were accidents  ( quite the opposite, norah’s birth was carefully planned, as though she was a project and not a labor of love )  but she loves to believe that her birth was as reckless  -- even meaningless --  as the rest of her life to follow. 

though her parents’ affection for each other may have lessened over the years, norah was brought up with love from the both of them. her brother’s shadow may have loomed over her head -- the golden boy, the perfect son -- but she didn’t often feel competition for a spot in the family, nor did she ever resent rowan. 

she embraced the spotlight in other places. at school, where she seemed undeniably able to attract attention just for existing, for flashing a smile or curling a strand of hair around a delicate finger. at parties, where she snuck off to when her parents had gone to sleep. she liked to be a spectacle. she craved the adoration. ashcroft was small, but being known made her feel large. 

her reputation was less sparkling than her brother’s. that perfect chandler family ..  except for the one. not a black sheep by any means, but norah didn’t feel the need to uphold any traditional values. she grew bored easily, spoke her mind sometimes a bit too loudly, shook up family dinners with tales of wild nights and boasted about drunken mistakes at the lunch table.   ‘ she’s a wild card, that norah. ’ 

norah always held dreams of making it out of the suburbs closest to her heart. guarded, maybe because she feared hurting her family with the admittance. despite everything  ..  her unruliness, her tendency to disappoint  ..  she was strongly devoted to her family. still sometimes her wings felt clipped by the neat houses all lined up in a row and the crowded house parties where everyone knew her name. 

DYLAN was her first boyfriend. she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t had a crush on him for years, the boy her brother always brought over to the house, the one she used to catch bugs with outside, who drove her to homecoming so she didn’t have to show up alone. she loved him. a difficult thing for someone as fickle as norah to admit, but she loved him. 

how do you tame a wild thing ?  despite her feelings for her boyfriend, or maybe because of them, norah ended up in the bed of another once. then twice. then another time again. she and dylan had been dating for over a year by then, had talked about marriage, about settling into a house in ashcroft and raising a family. maybe it scared her, being stuck forever. maybe love was the one thing that really truly scared her, silenced her, made her cowardly. 

she was with the other boy when she received the news of her brother’s crash. four missed calls from her father. ten from her mother. one last text.   ‘ your brother is driving me home. ’ 

no one knows but her, and she’ll let is fester. let it eat her up inside, let it create a rift so big she can hardly look at her own brother without seeing red. it’s better than sharing the truth. 

❝  I DON’T KNOW WHO SHE IS ❞  ...  WANTED CONNECTIONS 

the OTHER man  ..  really huge part of norah’s secret, quite literally the other half. bonus points if he knew dylan or her brother. 

her CLOSEST FRIENDS ..  fellow ashcroft high students, some college students as norah never quite stuck to any age group. big party crowd 

a BOSS ?? ..  norah probably has a job that she isn’t any good at, maybe she works for one of the older muses ? 

hook ups ..  anyone to distract her from the fact that she’s been permanently branded the girl with the dead boyfriend throughout the entire town 

rivals / enemies / frenemies ..  she doesn’t get along with everyone, this list would possibly be larger than her list of friends. an acquired taste , this one 

family friends ..  friends of her brother’s , friends of her parents , the children she was forced to hang around at neighborhood block parties and barbecues 

MENTOR figure ..  an older muse that wants to take norah under their wing, a confidant, someone who sees she’s spiraling more so lately than she had been before 

BLACKMAIL ..  anyone who might have figured out she was cheating on dylan , maybe someone who doesn’t know for sure but has their suspicions. 

anything else ??  i’m sure i’m missing things in this section but i’m down for any wild dramatic angsty sweet plots you have to throw my way !!  LIKE this post & i’ll message you to plot xx

hi, it me, mini from the block --- bringing you another muse, and he is my lil bb. also @maddisvn’s brother bc i love lia. so uh, read the intro (srry if its a bit long), like this and I WILL mssge you for plots and threads. the messier the better, bc im a messy biiih. ily.

❛ new york’s very own Dominic Parker was spotted on broadway street in  Off-White White 3.0 Off-Court Sneakers. your resemblance to Reece King is unreal. according to tmz, you just had your twenty third birthday bash. while living in new york, you’ve been labeled as being impatient, but also idealistic. i guess being a sagittarius explains that. three things that would paint a better picture of you would be reading a book by the beach, torn up runners, and neon highlighters & ( cismale & he/him )

Basic Information

Full Name: Dominic Omar Parker

Nickname(s): d, dom

Age: 23

Date of Birth: December 20th 1995

Zodiac sign: sagittarius

Hogwarts house: ravenclaw

Ethnicity: african-american/white

Nationality: american

Gender: cis male

Pronouns: he/him

Orientation: bisexual

Religion: agnostic

Language(s) Spoken: english 

Accent: american

Favourites

Weather: summer

Colour: green

Music: logic, big sean, etc.

Movies: the lion king

Sport: track + field, basketball

Beverage: hennessy or red label

Food: doubles! and plantains with cheese.

Animal: sea lions + turtles

Family

Father: henderson parker

Mother: cassandra parker

Sibling(s): maddison parker + older bro (WC)

Children:  aaliyah strawberry parker, 1 yr. (stormi webster fc)

Pet(s): a turtle named franklin

BIOGRAPHY

dominic grew up in san francisco, california. his favorite thing growing up was hanging out at pier 39 and just watching the sea lions chill all day on top of the boards. regardless of the smell. he loved the fact that it didn’t rain or snow, the weather was just ideal. it allowed him to thrive when things were constant with minor changes.

dominic feels most at home by the ocean. he finds it peaceful since it’s calm and quiet besides the sounds of the water crashing together.

@ 15, dominic and the rest of the parkers moved over to NYC cos their dad got a job there and tb he hated it. 

he had to be the new kid, at a new school, in a new city but, dominic is the type of person to blend in so making a whole new life barely came with challenges. he was able to work a room, and he was smart to figure things out easily. 

he made a lot of friends, went to the randomest of parties, all while maintaining a high average in school and keeping A1 appearances.

FAMILY

since the parkers were well off, dominic didn’t have to work for anything when it came to getting things he wanted - but what he did have to work for was getting his father’s approval on almost every part of his life.

being one of the only two boys, there was a lot riding on them to do things. going to school, getting the best grades, making sure you’re always presentable - and bc dominic just wanted to please his dad, he did everything he could. he studied a lot, he did a lot of volunteer work and thankfully for him he liked to study, so studying a lot wasn’t a problem.

dominic rlly struggled being the middle child, but don’t get him wrong, he loves his siblings. believe it or not, he still loves his dad, and he’s a big time momma’s boy. 

even while his dad talks a lot of smack about him, dominic still attends family events, dinners and the works, to please his dad and so it wouldn’t be stressful on his mom. 

CAREER 

dominic is a nerd, a smartass. his grades were always high, especially when it came to liberal arts.

it wasn’t really his choice if he went into university, it was expected. dominic didn’t think much of it besides that he had to do it. 

he went to columbia university for law, and he got his degree in that, and he was doing his graduate legal studies until he got scouted by the New York Knicks.

he grew up with a lot of stress riding on his back, and being the middle child really sucked when you had to have as much of responsibility as the oldest, still be looked at as the younger sibling but at the same time having to take care of the youngest. 

what he did on his past time was run. whether it was around the block, or around the track, dominic found it peaceful just to be by himself where his heart rate went up to the point he couldn’t breathe and he’d fall onto the ground. years of doing so earned him a spot on the track + field team, and because he was good at it, his dad put him in on basketball teams since he was fast enough to make home runs - multiple times.

Basketball was never his first choice at anything, if he could, dominic would do track and field but as far as his dad was concerned, basketball was the better path between the two. so that’s what he did to please his dad. 

dropping out of columbia though, that was dominic’s choice. he figured, he already got his degree, his masters could be put on hold while he played basketball. 

it seemed like a good idea to him, but since then he has a pretty rocky relationship with his dad.

he was never meant to be the black sheep of the family. he was supposed to have this picture perfect image, probably be the next Barack Obama - but that didn’t work out. 

Being an athlete wasn’t the same as being an academic. it took a lot of work physically, and at the end of the games he was left with such a rush. it was a completely different kind of satisfaction.

PERSONAL LIFE

for once dominic didn’t have to worry about hitting the books or the next test. his main focus was basketball and keeping an image that was easier to maintain. this came with a lot of partying and a lot of - accidents.

one night, when he was too drunk to function, he woke up the next day in a random girl’s bed. not that that was anything special but it definitely was when he got a call saying she was pregnant. so 9 months later, aaliyah strawberry parker came into this world. she is currently 1 year and a few months, and that little babe added a light into dominic’s life. 

he was never prepared to be a dad DILF, but he’s a damn good one! he keeps his life separate when he’s with his daughter.

he’s not with his baby momma, but they have a solid relationship, sometimes rocky, sometimes not but y’know. it happens. 

so far, dominic hasn’t introduce aaliyah to any of his family members except maddison. it’s not a secret, it’s just something he doesn’t want to do considering the rocky relationship he has with his dad. 

currently, besides being a baskeball player and a dad, dominic is just figuring things out as he goes. he loves to read, and paint, and sometimes when he’s bored he’ll take a class on something just to feel mentally stimulated. 

he’s always curious, and loves to travel to wherever he can. 

he’s a mfng fuckboy. just bcos he had a kid, doesn’t mean it’s gonna stop him from messing around. he’s just extra careful with it. 

even tho he’s not talking with his dad, and he’s doing his own thing, he rlly still hopes in a way he’s making his dad proud. 

he gets emo sometimes bc he didn’t turn out the way his parents wanted him to, and cos he doesn’t have the best relationship with them - but that’s why, at the very least he has close friends and siblings. 

he lives by himself in a fairly decent apartment with his turtle that he named franklin, bc he can’t own a sea lion. 

PERSONALITY

dominic is always fun. he was the one in the group of friends that made the jokes, and made everyone feel comfortable. he was always out there hugging his friends and chilling, laying around.

this was the guy that brought a textbook to a party bc he wanted to get lit but also had a test the next day to study for.

he’s been given so many expectations his whole life, he really doesn’t like it now. he just wants to be free and do his own thing.

he cares a lot about people, sometimes he’s too nice and doesn’t see the way it’ll back fire on him.

he’s smart in a lot of other ways. take him to a museum and it’s like returning an alien to the mothership. 

he believes in positive thinking, his mind is always open, and is never one to judge - or he tries not to judge bc he grew up judging other people that he doesn’t want to do that anymore.

he loves to be outdoors and walking around barefoot on the grass. 

a lot of things come easy to him. he’s sociable and charming, and loves adventure.

WANTED CONNECTIONS 

some connections based off of muse posts :)

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two

three

four

five

six

seven

eight

nine

ten

besides that, i’m down for anything !

unrequited connections

toxic relationship/friendship

brotps

give me a SQUAD

first loves

childhood friendships

sibling type friendships

exes on good and bad terms

all the fwb~ 

creative type friends

enemies plots pls

crossword puzzle friends pls

Do you get nervous before “meeting the parents”? Yes! Especially meeting Ty’s family. He invited me over for dinner one time and I met his mom and couple of their close family friends. These were people closest to him, so the fact he wanted to introduce me to them in the first place meant a lot and I obviously wanted them to like me. What do you think of your friends? I don’t have any anymore cause I’m a mess. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? Coffee, of course. Have you ever done ecstacy? No. Do you like painkillers? I’m on them for chronic pain.

What is your secret weapon to lure in the opposite sex? Ha. Nothing. I’m alluring at all. Do you own a knife? We have butcher knives and butter knives. I don’t have a pocket knife or anything, though. Top 3 thoughts at this exact moment: My head hurts. I’m tired. I want Ramen. Name five drinks you regularly drink: Water Coffee That’s it. What time did you wake up today? 8AM at first, but then I fell asleep again until 930. Current hair? It’s a mess and badly needs to be dyed again. Current worry? Same things as always that I’m constantly worrying about. Current hate? My health. Favorite place to be? My bed or the beach. Least favorite place to be? Outdoors, except for the beach. Where would you like to go? Somewhere nice and relaxing. What do you think you’ll be in 10 yrs? Buddy, I gotta just take things day by day, hour by hour okay. Last thing you ate? A Lean Cuisine Margherita pizza, which was really small and thin and not a whole lot to it, so I had a slice of leftover Digiorno pizza I had from yesterday. Last time you had an alcoholic drink? Like 6 years ago. What songs do you sing in the shower? I have a whole shower playlist. Who is your loudest friend? What song do you want played at your funeral? Free Bird by Lynyrd Skynyrd. What were you doing 12AM last night? I was making Ramen. Do people get shocked by how old you are? Yeah, they’re surprised I’m almost 30. Do you have any features that people notice right away? As in a mole on your cheek, or a big nose, big teeth, etc? My hair gets complimented on a lot after its been recently dyed. What are you considered at your school or in general? As in a stereotype, and why? Do you have a iHome? Not anymore. I do have a bluetooth speaker, though. Don’t you just love pooping after holding it for a long time? Whats a compliment that gets annoying? Oh ya know I just get sooooo many compliments all the time, it’s just so exhausting. Whats the last compliment you received? I don’t remember. Whats the meanest insult you have received? I’m the only one who says mean things to myself (that I’m aware of). Do you like hanging out at your house, or your friends? I’m definitely a homebody. Unless you’re talking about where I like to hang out when with friends, in which case I’d say their house. Where is the last person you kissed at this moment? I have no idea. Will tomorrow be better then today? Today was okay. Have you ever fallen asleep with the last person you kissed? No. Do you have any empty alcohol bottles hidden? No. I’d have no reason to hide them anyway. Have you ever kissed someone whose name started with a: J, M, C, L, B, A? J. Do you think you’re wasting your time on the person you like? I don’t like anyone that way currently. Ever kissed a brown eyed and brown haired person? Yes. Are you a player? No. Is there something you want to tell someone? Ehhh. What are you excited for? Nothing at the moment. Is something bothering you? Of course. Do you like the town you are living in? No. Does your best friend approve of the last person you kissed? She didn’t have a problem with him. Do you have any friends with kids? On Facebook, yes. Who was the last person you talked to before you went to bed last night? My brother. Do you miss someone right now? Always. Do you hate when people smoke around you? Cigarettes, yes. Blech. Have you held hands with anyone in the past 24 hours? No. Think a lot before you fall asleep? Yes. What was the last thing you spent your money on? Food. Be honest, who is the easiest person in your life to talk to? These surveys? ha. Your last kiss, were you dating that person at the time? We had something complicated. Do you have a best friend of the opposite sex you tell everything to? No. Were you single last summer? Yes. What’s the weather like outside? It’s cool out. Is the last person you kissed older than you? No. Where did you first kiss the last person you kissed? It was outside a restaurant as we were leaving. Name three things you did or are going to do today: I’m going to listen to some ASMR videos, do some surveys, and do my Bible study. Are you currently frustrated with anyone or anything? Myself and my health. Let’s say you were ten years old again, what would be a typical day for you? I’d be playing outside or playing Barbies. Last place you went besides your house? The movie theater. Is there someone you’d really like to hang out with and just talk about stuff? I miss talking to Ty. We had great talks. What was the worst feeling you last felt? Bleh. How long have you been sober? I haven’t drank or smoked weed in like 6 years. I’m on a prescription narcotic; though, so I don’t know if that counts as being sober or not. Last sexual experience? How often do you talk on the phone? Very, very rarely. Do you have a significant other at the moment? No. If no, do you want one? Part of me does, but it’s best that I don’t. Do you “go out” a lot? Nope. Do you work a lot? No job. What are your plans this evening? I’ve been through this. What did you do last night? Same things I’ll be doing tonight, which I already described. When the phone rings who do you want it to be? No one. Do you still talk to your exes? No. It’s been a few years since I lasted talked to Joseph, and even longer since I last talked to my first ex. What is your current favorite song? I don’t have a current particular favorite at the moment. Current Best Friend? My mom. Whats the BEST part of your life right now? My family. Favorite store to shop at: I do a lot of my shopping online. Are you a good girlfriend/boyfriend? I don’t feel like I would be right now. Current cell phone ringer? One of the ones that comes on the phone to choose from. Your weakness? Coffee. What happened at 10:00 AM? I was doing my Bible study. Biggest annoyance in your life right now? My health. Have you ever taken someone back after they hurt you? Yes. Are you happy with your life at the moment? No. Who was the first person you talked to today? My dad. Will you be in bed within twenty minutes? I’m sitting on my bed now. When will be the next time you text someone? *shrug* How do you feel about your hair right now? I really hate it right now. Who do you currently have texts in your inbox from? My parents, younger brother, my Nana, and the home nurse. What color was the last pill you took? White. How many windows are open on your computer? Just 1 window is open currently. What are you doing after this? Perhaps another survey. *shrug* Where did you buy the shirt you are wearing? It was a Christmas present. Are you cold, warm or just right at the moment? I was really warm, but I just turned on my ceiling fan. Why did you last cry? Life. Are you happier single or in a relationship? I’m just not happy. Miss anything from your past? Yes, a lot of things.

This is written for James' birthday. I'm mad he's not alive.

This is also a modern AU with no Voldy 

Translations are at the bottom :)

“Can you tell me why the bloody fuck we decided to go to a theme park in November?”

“James, mate, you’re scaring the children.” Sirius scolded, and James huffed in response. 

"I can see my bloody breath! And you aren’t cold cause you’ve got your bloody boyfriend to warm you up. And Pete couldn’t come, no matter how much he wanted and unless your brother-” 

“Don’t even finish that sentence, Potter.” Regulus bit, and James made a disgruntled noise when Remus laughed. 

“Oh, don’t you even start, Remus. Sirius is practically drowning in your jacket. No wonder neither of you wankers are complaining!”

“Language!” 

The new, higher voice came from behind them in the line, and they turned to see a middle-aged woman covering the ears of a little boy, no older than ten, with a mix of shock and amusement on his face.

“Is there a problem, ma’am?” James asked politely, and the woman huffed. 

“Yes. I don’t want you talking that way in front of my son.” 

“I’m not allowed to say wanker?” 

“Hey! What did I just say? I am behind you, and I want you to stop speaking in those disgusting words.” 

 James was confused for a second before his face was plastered in a shit-eating grin. 

“Je parle une langue. Français, pour être exact.” 

“What? Speak english,we’re in America.” The women snapped, and Sirius snickered from behind James while Remus groaned, and Regulus looked torn between bewilderment and amusement. 

“Quid de latine? Nec?”

The woman was obviously growing frustrated, and James took full advantage of it. 

“ A yw'r Gymraeg yn well? Dyma fy hoff un. Ddim mor rhamantus â Ffrangeg, chi'n gweld, ond gan fy mod i'n eithaf unig ac nad yw'r person rydw i mewn cariad ag ef yn gallu siarad Cymraeg, rydw i'n mynd i'w siarad. Y dyn y tu ôl i mi, rydych chi'n ei weld, y gwallt brown, mae'n fy neall i, wel efallai ddim bellach, mae wedi bod yn amser ers iddo ei siarad, ond dydy'r ddau arall ddim. Rydw i mewn gwirionedd mewn cariad â brawd ei gariad. Ie, y bachgen arall. Y gwallt du byr. Mae'n hollol anhygoel. Mae'n edrych fel ei fod wedi curo'ch asyn, ond ni fydd - wel, efallai'ch un chi. Ond mae mor felys a charedig ac mae fy Nuw ei wên yr un mor ffycin hardd mae'n gwneud fy niwrnod cyfan. A phan mae'n chwerthin, sy'n achlysur prin, mae hi mor goddamn hyfryd sut na allech chi garu'r bachgen hwn. Nid eich bod chi'n gwybod beth rydw i'n ei ddweud. Ac rydw i'n rantio yn Gymraeg i ddynes ar hap sy'n wallgof arna i. Rhyfeddol.”

Someone further back in the line yelled “Mynnwch y bachgen!” but James didn’t pay it much mind, instead staring the woman who was almost red in the face with her anger. 

“Well,if that’s all.” James gave a polite smile and turned back to his friends. "Happy birthday, Sirius." 

Sirius let out a bark of laughter and pushed closer into Remus, pulling the jacket tighter around them. Regulus looked at James with amusement and confusion. 

“What?” 

“You speak Welsh? And French and Latin?” Regulus asked, and James nodded.

“I mean, obviously. What else could I have been speaking?” 

Regulus rolled his eyes and turned back around to the front of the line, pointing forward. “We aren’t too far from the front. Maybe five minutes.” 

After they had ridden the roller coaster (James screamed, Regulus laughed at him) they decided to get some food before getting on another ride, the ride being a carousel. 

“Why a carousel? Sirius, you’re turning twenty-two, not two.” Regulus reasoned, though they were already in line and it didn’t do much. 

“Because I can. Besides, I’m not acting like I’m two. ” 

“Yeah? Well look at James! He’s acting like he’s five!” 

  

“Hey!” 

“Oh, you are!” 

“It’s cold, okay! I’m trying to stay warm!” 

“You’re a bloody wizard!” Regulus whisper-shouted, careful to not be overheard. “Use a damn heating charm!” 

“Remus took my wand!” James whispered back, and Remus smiled from in front of them.

“If you say so.” 

James huffed and continued the small dance he was doing, now bobbing his head back and forth in front of Regulus’ face to annoy him. Regulus rolled his eyes and turned him around, shoving him forward in line. James stumbled, but regained his balance and turned around again, repeating his dance and head motions before Regulus turned and pushed him forward again. 

This continued a few more times until Regulus grew tired of it, gripping James’ shoulders to get him to stop. 

“Quit it, Potter.” 

“Make me, Black.”

James started bobbing his head again, and then Regulus’ hands weren’t on his shoulders.

They were on his hips, bringing James closer until Regulus was kissing him, and James was kissing back, Regulus’ fingers digging into James’ waist, reminding him that he was awake. There was grumbling somewhere behind them, but James couldn’t care less, now that he was finally kissing Regulus, and Regulus was kissing him back, after what was almost seven years of pining and secret plans that never worked. 

James brought his hands up to Regulus’ face, cradling his cheeks and angling his head as he deepened the kiss.

“Oi!” Sirius shouted from somewhere, though it was hard for James to focus on anything except for Regulus surrounding him and filling every one of his senses.

 The only thing he felt was the scratchy stubble on Regulus' face, and Regulus' hands holding on to his hips. The only thing he could taste was the mango chapstick Regulus used religiously. The only thing he could smell was Regulus' cologne, which smelt like whiskey and old books, something that reminded him of Hogwarts. The only thing he heard was Regulus' breathing, and the almost non existent moan that came when James opened his mouth to willingly let Regulus in.

"Stop snogging my brother and get on the ride." Sirius' voice came, and James broke their kiss, still holding Regulus' face, to face Sirius. 

"No." 

And he turned back around, reconnecting his and Regulus' lips.

"Fine then. Come on, Moony. Leave Prongs to defile my baby brother."

Translations (if i messed up on any of these, I apolgize.)

"Je parle une langue. Français, pour être exact.”----- "I am speaking a language. French, to be exact."

“Quid de latine? Nec?”------- “What about Latin? No?” 

“A yw'r Gymraeg yn well? Dyma fy hoff un. Ddim mor rhamantus â Ffrangeg, chi'n gweld, ond gan fy mod i'n eithaf unig ac nad yw'r person rydw i mewn cariad ag ef yn gallu siarad Cymraeg, rydw i'n mynd i'w siarad. Y dyn y tu ôl i mi, rydych chi'n ei weld, y gwallt brown, mae'n fy neall i, wel efallai ddim bellach, mae wedi bod yn amser ers iddo ei siarad, ond dydy'r ddau arall ddim. Rydw i mewn gwirionedd mewn cariad â brawd ei gariad. Ie, y bachgen arall. Y gwallt du byr. Mae'n hollol anhygoel. Mae'n edrych fel ei fod wedi curo'ch asyn, ond ni fydd - wel, efallai'ch un chi. Ond mae mor felys a charedig ac mae fy Nuw ei wên yr un mor ffycin hardd mae'n gwneud fy niwrnod cyfan. A phan mae'n chwerthin, sy'n achlysur prin, mae hi mor goddamn hyfryd sut na allech chi garu'r bachgen hwn. Nid eich bod chi'n gwybod beth rydw i'n ei ddweud. Ac rydw i'n rantio yn Gymraeg i ddynes ar hap sy'n wallgof arna i. Rhyfeddol.” ------------------------------------- Is welsh any better? It's my favorite. Not as romantic as French, you see, but since I'm quite lonely and the person I'm in love with can't speak Welsh, I'm going to speak it. The man behind me, you see him, the brown hair, he understands me, well maybe not anymore, it's been a while since he spoke it, but the other two don't. I'm actually in love with his boyfriend's brother. Yeah, the other boy. The short black hair. He's absolutely amazing. He looks like he'd beat your ass, but he won't - well, maybe yours. But he's so sweet and kind and my god his smile is just so fucking beautiful it just makes my entire day. And when he laughs, which is a rare occasion, it's just so goddamn gorgeous how could you not love this boy. Not that you know what I'm saying. And I'm ranting in Welsh to a random lady who's mad at me. Wonderful.

Mynnwch y bachgen!-----Get the boy!

Films

The Netherlands

Zomer - Summer //  Colette Bothof

Set over the course of one sweltering summer, this charming drama focuses on Anna, a quiet teen who yearns to escape the confines of her small town, defined by its ever-looming power plant. With the arrival of the alluring leather-clad Lena, Anna finally gets the boost she needs. With authentic performances and cinematography that captures the languor and heat of summertime, this story of sexual awakening examines a girl daring to be different.

La Tortue Rouge - The red turtle // Michael Dudok de Wit

A man is shipwrecked on a deserted island and encounters a red turtle, which changes his life.

France

Bande à part - Band of Outsiders // Jean-Luc Godard 

Two crooks with a fondness for old Hollywood B-movies convince a languages student to help them commit a robbery.

Les adoptés - The adopted // Melanie Laurent 

Lisa and her adopted sister Marine are inseparable. With Lisa's mother, Millie, they've forged a deep bond and offer security to Lisa's son. When Marine falls in love the family is thrown off balance and before they can catch their breath, tragedy strikes and the family must realign so they can turn loss into hope and love.

Les combatants - Love at first fight // Thomas Cailley

Between his friends and the family business, Arnaud's summer looks set to be a peaceful one. Peaceful until he runs into Madeleine, as beautiful as she is brusque, a concrete block of tensed muscles and doomsday prophecies.

Kill me please // Olias Barco

Black comedy about a doctor who opens an assisted suicide clinic

Les Chansons d'Amour // Christophe Honoré

Julie's boyfriend Ismaël lives with her; rather than worry about the time he spends with his colleague Alice, Julie invites Alice to join them. The three walk the streets of Paris, party, read, and sleep together. Sometimes it's lighthearted, sometimes there are jealousies. Then death strikes. In various ways, those left come to terms with the departure and absence of a loved one: showing concern, eating together, attempting new relationships, trying to "be there" for the other. Then, the spirit returns and new commitments are possible. The romantic elements of musical comedy play in contrast to the ambivalence of the lyrics and the story.

Ne le dis a personne - Tell no one // Guillaume Canet

An accidental discovery near a doctor's estate stirs up some painful memories eight years after his wife's hideous murder, and now, things are bound to take a turn for the unexpected. Does the good doctor know more than he's letting on?

Polisse // Maïwenn

A journalist covering police assigned to a juvenile division enters an affair with one of her subjects.

Les chatouilles - Little tickles // Andréa Bescond, Eric Métayer

Odette is a 8-yr-old girl who loves to dance and draw. Once she has become an adult, Odette realizes she was abused, and immerses herself body and soul in her career as a dancer while trying to deal with her past.

Nous trois ou rien - All three of us // Keiron

An Iranian family survives the shah and the ayatollah and moves to France. This story follows the family through it all. Despite the politics, revolution, prison, beatings, assassinations and suicides this is a comedy.

Deephan // Jacques Audiard

A Sri Lankan Tamil warrior flees to France and ends up working as a caretaker outside Paris.

Et je choisis de vivre // Damien Boyer, Nans Thomassey

At just 30 years old, Amande loses her child. To rebuild herself, she undertakes an initiatory journey in the Drôme, accompanied by her friend director, Nans Thomassey.

North America

I wish I was here // Zach Braff

A struggling actor, father and husband finds himself at a major crossroads, which forces him to examine his life, his family and his career.

While we are young // Noah Baumbach

A middle-aged couple's career and marriage are overturned when a disarming young couple enters their lives.

Lars and the Real Girl // Craig Gillespie

A delusional young man strikes up an unconventional relationship with a doll he finds on the Internet.

Paranoid Park // Gus Van Sant 

A teenage skateboarder's life begins to fray after he is involved in the accidental death of a security guard.

Gabrielle // Louise Archambault

Gabrielle is a young woman with Williams syndrome who has a contagious joie de vivre and an exceptional musical gift. Since she met her boyfriend Martin, at the recreation centre where they are choir members, they have been inseparable. However, because they are "different," their loved ones are fearful of their relationship. As the choir prepares for an important music festival, Gabrielle does everything she can to gain her independence. As determined as she is, Gabrielle must still confront other people's prejudices as well as her own limitations in the hope of experiencing a love far from the "ordinary".

Laurence Anyways // Xavier Dolan

A drama that charts ten years in a transgender woman's relationship with her lover.

Mommy // Xavier Dolan

A widowed single mother, raising her violent son alone, finds new hope when a mysterious neighbour inserts herself into their household.

South America

Relatos Salvajes - Wild tales // Damián Szifron

Six short stories that explore the extremities of human behavior involving people in distress.

Una Mujer Fantástica - A fantastic woman // 

Marina, a transgender woman who works as a waitress and moonlights as a nightclub singer, is bowled over by the death of her older boyfriend.

Germany

Freirer fall // Stephan Lacant

A soon-to-be-father policeman falls for a gay fellow officer and his life starts falling apart.

07/12/17

pulperia = some sort of grocery store but not 

so i was at the pulperia and most of the time its pretty empty but just now there was like this bunch of people and (ugh the line man) there was this girl around eight yrs old or maybe ten or eleven idk but she was there with her older brother and this girl was chewing some plastic bracelet.

i was doing my thing you know, silently regretting the sick pj i was wearing in public when i suddenly hear this girl basically screaming “this is satisfying to chew on” his brother just nodded pretty chill n shit but still the girl had to add “my DOG nibbles this too, i get it why he does, its pretty satisfying.” 

now, you can imagine the embarrassment the poor brother and felt horror in everyone’s faces well, except me who was trying not to choke right there. 

gosh, them kids man. 

- carl 

Tag Game: Doctor Who Edition

tagged by @flamingbentley ty! I’m always happy to talk about old faves

The Rules are simple - answer the questions, then tag other Whovians to get to know each other better/find new people to follow, message, etc. If there are any questions you don’t have an answer for, feel free to skip it!

Doctor you started with: Nine.

Favorite Doctor: I’ll have to go with Ten. Had good strengths, had good flaws that actually fucked him over, fun to watch, plus I’ve seen all his episodes which I can’t say for... any other Doctor except Nine lol.

Favorite Companion: Rose. I was hooked from the first shot of her waking up in bed looking like a woman who just woke up. Plus I just find her endearing as hell. Martha and Donna are tied for second from New Who, but shoutout to Jo Grant who is my favourite Classic companion.

Favorite Episode: Midnight.

DW OTP: Doctor/Master. They’re like, the platonic ideal of the hero/villain ship. Especially Three/Delgado and Shalka!Nine/Master. Not including “Missy” who is cut from this ship unless the Doctor regenerates into a woman.

Favorite line/quote: It’s so hard to pick just one but Rose’s “I am the Bad Wolf. I create myself” gives me chills.

Favorite Character that isn’t the Doctor or a companion: Delgado Master. Easy tbh.

BrOTP: Donna and the Doctor. Another easy call.

Favorite DW fic (if you have one): i think because i find it both a) v believable and in-character, and b) utterly adorable, which is a very strange and awesome combination for a Doctor/Master fic, esp of this particular era. http://www.whofic.com/viewstory.php?sid=39106

Favorite DW fanart/blog (if you have one): I don’t keep fanart in mind tbh so I don’t, but there’s lots of gr8 stuff out there.

If you could pick anyone to be the next Doctor, who would it be? (Why, if you feel like explaining): I’m behind on british actor knowledge. I liked the idea of Richard Ayoade some people kicked around back in the day, even tho i’m p sure he’s already said he doesn’t want to lol.

If you could pick anyone to be the next companion who would it be? (Why?): idk. an older woman, i’ll say. like legit older, like ~60 yrs old. peter capaldi is 59 ffs.

Favorite fan theory: yk what my favourite fan theory is my own theory i came up with when i first watched the sound of drums/last of the timelords a million years ago:

so! in sound of drums the doctor tells jack not to touch the paradox machine. “touch the wrong bit and you could blow up the universe” or whatever. instead he goes to plan b - go to the conference room and accomplish sweet fuck all.

in last of the time lords, jack dismantles the paradox machine by blasting the shit out of it with a machine gun.

therefore, the doctor was lying to jack. he went in planning to lose because he knows that you can reverse everything that happens in a paradox, giving him all the time he needs to seduce try talking to the master. he clearly did not count on the whole... awful lazarus thing.

Tagging: idek if i know any current doctor who fans rn other than flamingbentley