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runwayrunway · 11 months

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No. 6 - jetBlue Special Livery Extravaganza

My relationship with the paint jobs of the various jets blue has been an intense whirlwind for the past few days, but there was always something else about them I wanted to cover. Like many other airlines, jetBlue has a fair few special liveries, and I'd like to talk about them. Consider it a cleanse and an opportunity to rest your eyes.

So, upfront, I'm not going to talk about all of jetBlue's special liveries. There are a lot, and many of them are just sports team logojets or the like, and I don't feel like that's something worth commenting on too much. Seriously, so many sports liveries. They generally double-dip on NY and Boston teams, except they've firmly placed their hat in the ring by being the official airline for the Red Sox but not the Yankees, so...your move, New Yorkers. The only other thing worth mentioning is that their Bruins jet, N632JB, has the absolutely brilliant name "Bear Force One".

I'm admittedly honestly a bit exhausted at this point - this is my fifth jetBlue post - but I sincerely do want to cover these and have planned to from the moment I made this blog. So here's a handful of jetBlue's single-plane creations - at least, the ones I want to talk about.

Binary Code Fly-Fi - N709JB "Connected to 01000010 01001100 01010101 01000101"

The binary code says 'blue', predictably. This plane was painted in a custom livery to celebrate jetBlue's introduction of their in-flight "fly-fi" service. I've used it. It's totally adequate internet and they don't charge for it, can endorse. That's irrelevant to my opinion of the livery.

I can actually endorse the livery too, though. I like the way it looks like it's spreading out to envelop the plane, I really like the shade of blue they chose, and it looks absolutely gorgeous with the sun lighting it up. The design is pretty simple, nothing too galaxy-brained, but it works. It's a notable improvement over the default livery.

The airframe has since been repainted with the spotlight tail variant and renamed to "My Other Ride Is A JetBlue A220", seemingly the first stage of setting up the My Other Ride Is A JetBlue E190 loop with their new A220s, which are set to phase out the E190s in the next couple of years. (The E190 being considered an older plane now is so surreal to me. Time is truly a bizarre thing. It hasn't even been that long, though. jetBlue was literally the launch customer and they're younger than me.)

Grade: B(blue)

Inspiring Humanity - N598JB "Bluemanity"

I love this. This might be my absolute favorite type of awful cloying soulless corporate design. Slap a bunch of words on it and call it a day.

The words are actually their motto - Safety, Caring, Fun, Integrity, Passion. Not in that order, but I don't care enough to look up the proper one. To be fair, they are a very safe airline (no-fatality-no-hull-loss club 23 years in) and they are also fun. But this looks like the wall I swear I've seen on every public library I've ever been to that just says 'welcome' in a bunch of different languages.

I think my favorite thing is the name itself. "Inspiring Humanity". They have like less than 200 destinations. Change it immediately to "Inspiring New York And Boston And Like A Couple Other Cities". I literally can't stop laughing. This is so stupid.

Grade: D(umb)

Blueprint - N304JB "Blueprint"

I think it's obvious why I chose the above picture despite it being useless for showcasing the livery.

I've actually had the pleasure to see this lovely girl parked on the apron in person. She's very hard to miss. I mentioned her earlier - I do think this is jetBlue's bluest plane, and I love her.

Okay, here's what she actually looks like. This is a livery that requires a bit of zooming in to fully appreciate, but the general idea is that it's a cross-section of the plane. In each section you can see depictions of what's inside the plane, be it luggage, the pilots' chairs in the cockpit, or even the inner workings of the engines. It even shows off the divide between the vertical stabilizer and the rudder.

I also think it was a good choice putting it on an E190, which has a nose that borders on being a regular polygon, instead of negotiating the adorable little round stub that Airbus puts on the tips of their planes. Despite the little details being what make it great, the basic concept is visible from a distance. It's exactly as complex as it needs to be and no more. Almost flawlessly executed.

I love this livery. It's creative, it's fun, it uses a combination of two visually pleasing shades of blue, and it's very, very memorable. They make a scale model of her and to be entirely honest I really really want it. (Again, I will edit jetBlue's website and accept scale models instead of money as payment. All they have to do is ask.)

Grade: A( very blue plane indeed)

jetBlue For Good - N809JB

Astoundingly, this is the only jetBlue plane I can find that isn't named. Why? Why couldn't you name her? Do you hate her specifically? Why doesn't she get to be anthropomorphized and also funny? Could you not come up with a pun? Here's one for you: Bluegooder. That's off the dome. Can you imagine what I could come up with if I actually workshopped this?

I'll pull from their website for the description of this livery.

This design depicts a curtain being pulled back to show what is always underneath—JetBlue’s culture of doing good.

If you zoom in pretty close you actually can see a couple small people pulling back a curtain. From any distance it's invisible, though. This livery just doesn't communicate what it set out to. The images feel like nonsense and I think nobody would ever make these connections if they happened by this jet on the tarmac.

Also, that orange out of nowhere. It looks downright yucky with the light blue shades which predominate this design and, more importantly, draws all the attention to the front of the plane and away from the design.

Grade: D(o the right thing. Give her a name. Name her. Name your daughter.)

New York Jets (2017) - N746JB "I Love JetBlue / NY"

I don't care about American Football. I mean, you should see that coming, I run a tumblr about airplane graphic design. The only New York sports team I support are the Mets. This is sort of just a sports airplane. So why am I bothering to mention this livery?

Because she's my favorite color. Yep! That's it.

These exact shades of green are my favorite colors. And I like how they look. I'm not sure I like how the plane looks overall. I think I maybe just don't like the Jets logo. The engines being the same color as the fuselage is also something I hate, though the little silver rim mitigates it a little. What I'd really like to point out is the little American Football field distance markings (if they have a real name I don't know it) on the bottom of the plane. That's neat! I enjoy that.

Also, painted nose always a plus.

Grade: C(an more airlines please use these shades of green I am starving)+

I ♥ NYC - N586JB "I ♥ Blue York"

According to their website, they are

proud to be New York's Hometown Airline®.

That's right. Registered trademark! Fancy.

Okay. Just a few notes®:

Wouldn't it make more sense to name this one "I Love JetBlue / NY" and the Jets one something like 'Blue York Jets' or 'Let's Go Blue York' or something else related to the Jets? I can't help but feel like opportunities were missed here.

I'm glad it comes off the tail a bit. But why did you have to put it on the engines?

The I ♥ NY logo is iconic. The epitome of tacky chic. You couldn't have put it more out of the way if you tried. If you got the okay to use that logo on your airplane, you might as well use it on your airplane.

I know I normally complain about the engines being the same color as the fuselage, but if they're the only thing that's a different color, and the main color is white, and the engines are dark blue, it does actually look pretty bad.

FULLY WHITE FUSELAGE ENTIRELY WHITE PLANE BIG FLYING WHITE THING SHE'S GIVING SMARTLYNX SHE'S GIVING WEIRDLY SHAPED CLOUD GO GIRL GIVE US NOTHING!

Grade®: D(on't ♥ this livery)

10th Anniversary - N569JB "Blues Brothers"

Can I be totally honest? I planned to find a bunch of 10th anniversary liveries (Air Arabia also has one, I think, and there must be others) and review them all as a little 100 follower special treat. I was going to keep doing that for every 100 followers, up to 100-year anniversary liveries as a 1,000-follower special if I ever got there. Before I could do that, I hit 200 followers, and it's only been steadily increasing from there, so that is no longer happening. But I'll still give her a shot while I'm talking jetBlue.

The design is very...modern art museum. I don't like how white the whole situation is. Could be a whole lot worse but could be a whole lot better. Why always with the orange, jetBlue? But at the end of the day I respect the commitment to a visually overhauled anniversary livery instead of just slapping a 10 Years! sticker onto an otherwise regular plane.

Despite being honored with the special livery N569JB was given an unrelated name (more than poor N809JB got), and in 2017 she was repainted to the standard livery with the highrise tail variant.

Grade: C(an't really complain about gaining too many followers, though. I love you all. It's not a bad problem to have)-

New York International - Vintage - N763JB "What's Old Is Blue Again"

Aside from Blueprint, this is probably the most interesting livery jetBlue has and one of the main reasons I wanted to make this post. Logojets and liveries bragging about how you're such an ethical company are a dime a dozen, but this is something a little different.

Well, you might say, retrojets are actually incredibly common. And that's true! But this isn't a 'true' retrojet, because jetBlue started operations in 2000.

That is to say, unlike other 'retrojets', which are heritage liveries - older, retired liveries put on new planes (see my Lufthansa post for an example) - jetBlue's is an actual example of retrospective design, an intentionally fun take on what a 1960s jetBlue livery might have looked like, filtered through their modern brand identity and design sensibilities. From their website:

We dug deep into popular 1960s branding styles and themes to create an old look that is truly original, the Retrojet livery.

And this is definitely original! While it has recognizable features of actual older liveries, it's hard to argue that someone could mistake this for actually being a heritage livery. And I think that's good.

Let's be honest - as much as this blog reads as a puff piece for older liveries sometimes, just putting cheatlines on your planes isn't enough to make for interesting design. One of the main reasons I hate Eurowhite so much is the fact that every plane looks the same, and even back in the cheatline era that was a problem. Dominant industry trends have always been a plague in any sort of visual design, and aircraft liveries are no exception. Liveries like Lufthansa's older ones were actually above average, and a lot of designs from the time were utterly identical white planes with a hockey stick cheatline. It would be so easy to make a 60s livery which is just entirely generic. And they didn't do that.

I'll be entirely honest, I'm far from an expert on the 60s, but apparently jetBlue spent a while hitting the books and looking through old 60s adverts and such. Again, I can't really evaluate it on the basis of period-compliance, but I can surely say if I like it or not. And I do. I do like it.

It might just be me, but this plane looks like she's having such a good time. Hopping around with her little wings outstretched, a small-town girl from Toulouse in the big city of New York JFK Airport for the first time and she's ready to write her name all over it. There is just something about the way the cheatlines are painted on that makes her seem like she's delighted, and that delights me in turn. Plus, always a big fan of the painted nose.

jetBlue seems to have a thing for forcing orange into their liveries, and I nearly always hate it, but I really like it here. It's a nice understated shade which straddles the line between orange and yellow. I think it adds a nice contrast which the typical-of-the-time monocolor cheatlines sorely lacked. Again, it really reminds me of my beloved 1960 Lufthansa livery, which they also liked enough to put on a retrojet.

That said, it's far from a copy. It goes for tramlines instead of the single rule, with one wrapping around the windows and the other looping down under the nose, though not quite as far as Lufthansa's does. The cheatlines take up a lot more vertical space on the jetBlue jet, rendering the text quite small, smaller than was usual for the time, and it creates a unique look.

The initial reason for the popularity of cheatlines is that airlines thought it would mitigate the shortening effect of the many windows breaking up the fuselage and make the airplane look more streamlined, 'cheating' an aerodynamic look. I think it...at least sort of works. At first glance N763JB definitely looked long-ish to me, despite a closer look revealing that to be false. That's impressive considering A320 family planes have always looked sort of cobby to me in general.

Just looking at the plane honestly kind of underscores how much effort was put into jetBlue making their own 60s self-insert OC. To begin with, the "New York International" bit might seem a little confusing at first, but it's the name they've come up with for said self-insert. Since they're New York's Hometown Airline® they based it around that for a full name of jetBlue New York International Airways, I think? Sure, they're technically an international airline, so I'll let it slide. It does stir up a bit of that lofty golden-age emotion, doesn't it? There's a world of difference between Pan Am and Pan American World Airways, so I see where they're coming from and I respect it.

With the help of my in-house font wizard @spirifage I was able to identify the fonts used here as Craw Modern and URW Franklin Gothic. I think these are fantastic choices, both on their own and especially as a set. They're both relatively common to see in period media (well, other variants of Franklin Gothic are, at least) and they pair well together, a widely-spaced narrow sans-serif all-caps font to contrast the staggered heights and snappy serifs of the Craw.

It's a bit hard to read from a distance, but thankfully they chose to make the 'jetBlue' part larger and bolder to maximize legibility. Did it work? At least somewhat. The forward slant also matches airplane design trends of the time.

...why the phone number on the nacelles, though? That's a real 2004 budget carrier move, not so much 1960s international airline. It definitely kills the fantasy for me a little.

My other major criticism is the tail. I love the design itself, all exciting and unconcerned with appearances, unabashedly fun, but all this excitement being limited to the tail is strange. While the cheatlines prevent the jet from looking unbalanced, it definitely feels odd isolating that all to one small part of the jet. Couldn't they have used the nacelles for that instead? Seriously, what a strange choice for the engines.

(At least you know what number to call if you'd like to let jetBlue know about their pilot's flying. And yes, 1-800-JETBLUE actually is their phone number.)

In all, this golden oldie design is a total gas, but wipes out just short of being the best thing since sliced bread. It's a bit of a bummer that such a marvy concept isn't as outta sight as it could be, but I still dig it.

(jetBlue, if you let me edit your website, I will let you pay me in scale figures of Blueprint and the Retrojet.)

Grade: B(ad, a word which here, as in the 1960s, means 'good')+

(oh, wait, I didn't realize until I saw this image that they do the tail pattern on the inside of the winglets too. That's neat. Doesn't change my rating.)

Well, that's it! We're jetThrough with jetBlue, for the time being. Let me know which one of these special liveries you liked the best and why it's Blueprint, and thank you for bearing with me for this wild ride through a whole blue world.

Before I go, I would like to make one final comment on jetBlue's livery:

Bluebirds. Literal bluebirds. It's right there, jetBlue. I know you're reading this and I expect my scale models in the mail as soon as shipping allows for.

#tarmac fashion week #compilations #special liveries #runwayrunway blueses it #jetblue

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feekins · 10 months

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ok I read and got the pics for this yesterday but then Depression happened but I'm better now so HERE WE GO. thoughts and things as I re-read ch 2 of Trigun Maximum vol 1.

(NOTE: I'm reading the Dark Horse [physical] and the Overhaul [online] translations side-by-side)

...hrm. after the first two pages of the chapter, the Overhaul is missing 4 consecutive ones. I tried opening them individually in their own tabs, and I kept getting 404 errors. that's annoying...

...but omg. these two. have only known each other for like, maybe 48 hours at this point. and they're bickering like they've been married for 20-30 years.

✨️chem✨️is✨️try✨️

anyway, the Overhaul picks back up when Wolfwood's telling Vash about all the residents of Carcasas just disappearing, and......oh. oh shit, I just realized something. in Trigun vol 1 ch 8 (in the Overhaul translation), BDN specifically says this about Lost July:

"The place was completely destroyed. Everybody gone. But ain't nobody found no corpses."

thinking about it this read-through, that detail of no bodies being found at EITHER of the incidents either twin was involved in brings to mind Hiroshima shadows... 😬

continuing on with Wolfwood's retelling of the incident in Carcasas, I find this translation discrepancy interesting: Dark Horse has Wolfwood saying "The search parties didn't turn up a man, woman, or child." the Overhaul, meanwhile, has "The federation search party didn't find a man, woman, nor child." I don't recall Dark Horse ever mentioning the federation? I'm assuming it's the federation of 7 cities, or some similar governing body like what's mentioned in tristamp. yay manga detail I didn't have before! ty Overhaul! 😁

and here we see that the majestic Millions Knives has found his place among the ranks of Trigun's more dramatic Mad Max-looking motherfuckers...

(/affectionate) (/David Attenborough voice)

(Dark Horse on left, Overhaul on right)

differences in wording, whatever - but "debt to settle" and "score to settle" don't mean the same thing. to settle a debt has to do with paying off something owed. to settle a score is to take revenge.

this next thing, on the other hand, is the same in both translations, but...this re-read, it hits different: in that flashback, Granny tells Eriks "It's okay. As long as you're here, you're safe." as a teenager, what struck me was how they don't know who or what Eriks is at the time. now, as an adult...and considering Fifth Moon's SA allegory (Trigun vol 2)...it's simultaneously a sweeter and more heartbreaking sentiment. thinking about what must've been going through Vash's head when Granny said that... 🥺

(Dark Horse on top, Overhaul on bottom)

...interesting translation discrepancy here...

and then, when Mr. Scrungly McMohawk comes in on the next page...idk, the translation discrepancies there aren't bad, but they amuse me 😆 Dark Horse has him coming in like "Well, well, well! It's the lil' doggy-kun! What a pleasure! Remember me? I'm the badass!" meanwhile, the Overhaul has "Well, well, well! If it ain't the lil' doggy! What a pleasure! Remember me? You better!"

and then Vash kicks the gotdamn cannonball and...

so. fking. married.

Wolfwood's so unsurprised and so unimpressed 🤣

context-altering translation discrepancies. the Overhaul's, once again, is deeper and more heartfelt imo. it also illustrates the way those whom Vash is close to pick up on his other-ness - not in a bad way, just. they notice.

subtle difference here, but still notable to me

...and this entire page - the entire scene of Vash getting his hair cut - is so. heavy. for me. as a Native American. I didn't grow up around my tribe (lmao it's complicated), so I didn't know this on my first read-through, so. that's why it's just hitting me now. this is the first time I've thought about this scene in this way.

when someone close to us dies, a traditional practice for us (and other tribes, I believe) is to cut our hair. in doing so, we're...not necessarily "letting go" of the past or that particular person? but it's a way of processing/coping with the grief. our hair is symbolic of our life, our lived experiences, our memories - so when we cut our hair, it's because it's so painful to live with them. there's more to it than that, and others could prolly explain it better, but that's my understanding of the tradition in a nutshell.

anyway. I read this scene, and I thought...this is Vash laying Eriks to rest and making himself move forward. of course, I don't think you have to be Native American to have that perspective. I'm feeling a deeper, additional piece to it, though, even though it's not part of the memories we're shown: the last time Vash would've gotten his hair cut would've been before Fifth Moon, so in cutting it now, Vash is cutting that off, too. of course he still has trauma from it, but he's grieving and also choosing to move forward from that mental place at that time, as well - which is great, but still so heavy.

so. yeah. 😞

translation discrepancies affecting tone - it rly does make the Overhaul Vash seem softer to me 💕

#trigunbookclub #text postan 2k23 #*vibrates in Indigenous*

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steelycunt · 2 years

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hey ridi!! would you ever consider writing a little something here similar to what you did after aofgwm for otiofad?? like, the general timeline and stand out moments that bring them properly back together eventually? (totally fine if not, i was just wondering) xxxx

hello babs!! sorry i am late to this--i wanted to keep it in my inbox for a little until the fic had been up for a while (and also until id had some time to think about it aha). under thee cut!!

soo following on from where the fic ended, they've made a bit of progress but still retained some boundaries--sirius is skulking off to sit somewhere else in divination (but remus is turning up); remus is sitting through meals and passing sirius the butter when asked at breakfast, et cetera. on a school year timeline the events of the fic take place around the start of spring, so there's a limited amount of time between a) the detention occurring and b) summer holidays starting.

i don't really have as definite an idea of how + when things pan out as i did with aofgwm, but i think generally for the last few months of fifth year sirius has a lot more grovelling to do :-/ which he knows! he knows n he's behaving himself, although for a while its going to be a bit agonising for them to be in a room alone with each other. the whole canon snape-mudblood-memory incident at the end of fifth year would probably mark a bit of a setback (as in: maybe don't partake in goading the bloke you handed my biggest secret over to for giggles). they're not exactly kissing on the mouth at this point n patience is something sirius has to try very hard at. although obviously their relationship is different, the timeline of them figuring their stuff out isn't dissimilar from what i outlined in response to this ask regarding my other prank fic, of witness testimony.

also! one event i do know is important following otiofad is sirius running away from home during the summer after sixth year (if that's canonically wrong--shame). i'm not necessarily saying that it provokes immediate forgiveness but it does bring them closer and remus feels more inclined to make an effort with communicating with sirius once they return for sixth year and making it clear that he still cares about him, obviously. honestly i just think its a gradual process of sirius slowly being better, and trying to demonstrate that, and remus slowly yielding to this over time. aside from their romantic relationship they have to be able to like. talk to each other first yknow they have to be able to be friends. i don't have a specific idea of when they officially kiss and make up, but i'd put it between september and halloween. like mayb the morning after the moon or something when remus wakes up and sirius is asleep in a chair next to him and he finally sort of thinks hmph :-) i think maybe unfortunately he was right. i think we are in this until we both die, perhaps :-)

#anon #telegram #otiofad #<33!

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everythingroyalty · 3 years

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If Mary and Fred were to have another baby (obviously not now, even tho Naomi Campbell snatched my wig) what do you think they would name the baby(ies😉)?

anonymous: Miss Gurl I need you to do a name musing for Mary&Fred #5🥺🌚, and before anyone attacks me ik it ain’t happening 😂😭

Haha, I don’t know if these two are by the same anon? Because I swear, this has been sitting in my draft for SO LONG 😬 I apologise for that, anon, but I just wanted to perfect it lmao. These were my guesses years ago ✌️ Don’t agree with a lot of it anymore though.

CIVJ all have fairly long names, so I think they’d probably opt for a first name with a bit of length to it. I still think they'd go for a Faroese middle name, just to round it off. For a boy, I think Tróndur would be neat. Tróndur í Gøtu is a Faroese national hero. There's also Bárður or Baldur. For a girl, I still think Hildur would be nice because it would be a little nod to QMII's Icelandic name Þórhildur. I also like Ásla and Vigdis.

Guesses under the cut:

William Tróndur Julian Christopher

Alternatively: Ferdinand Bárður Carl William

William just fits their style, I think. It’s semi-long, it fits in neatly with CIVJ’s names. Doesn’t matter that it’s super popular, Isabella was too. It’s also a family name on Mary’s side of the family. Christopher serves as a replacement for the otherwise mandatory Frederik or Christian. We’ve had three kings named Christopher (or Christoffer). And Julian is just a name that fits their style, I think. Maybe swap Julian and William since, as far as I’m aware, there’s no obvious family links to either Vincent or Josephine.

Ferdinand is a bold choice, I realise that 🤪 But it’s long, sort of similar to Vincent in style and is actually a DRF name. Other first names I considered was Maximillian and Samuel. Carl is a family name. Both on the Danish and the Swedish side. Not a regnal name on the Danish side though.

Philippa Johanna Hildur Amalia

Alternatively: Leonora Vigdis Astrid Emma

Philippa fits their style of long names. It’s international and although I’m pretty sure they stopped caring too much about family names after Bella (who was named for Isabella of Austria), it was the name of Erik of Pomerania’s wife Philippa of England, so it’s a family name. Amalia and Johanna are based off of Josephine’s Sophia and Mathilda. Amalie, like Sophie, is a name that has been used several times over in the DRF. Like Sophia, I’ve guessed they might’ve freshened Amalie up by making it Amalia instead. Johanna isn’t a DRF name but it is a SRF name (a nod to Ingrid) and more importantly, it can serve as a female variation of John which is obviously Mary’s dad’s name.

Leonora is a bit of controversial choice considering its DRF history but knowing how much every single royal in the world loves every possible variation of that name, I figured they might’ve revived it 🤣 Astrid is a family name and so is Emma (very far out 😂) and both names are fairly popular.

#this was surprisingly stressful 🤣#i really struggled with the girls names in particular #i will say i don't think they've ever considering going for a fifth #i feel like you can sort of tell from the twins' names #it's like they just went all out on their favourite names #that said i really love ferdinand for them #i feel like it's VERY similar in style to especially vincent and josephine and i love it actually has family links #royal name musings #inquiring minds #anonymous #re. drf

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ineffably-human · 2 years

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I still wonder if the Vampiric Council thing is a 'long game' kind of situation. Not necessarily to kill Nadja, or kill any of them, but to destabilize everyone and put them in exactly the situation they're in now.

The Theatre de Vampires comes to the States once every 5 years and it's a huge deal to be invited. They staged the entire evening's production around making an example of the Staten vamps before executing them. "If you kill 30-40 vampires it becomes more 'these are people who get shit done,'" okay, but Guillermo definitely already killed at least 30 vampires before he even showed up at the theater. Half the people on that In Memoriam video were because of Guillermo. And the Council doesn't believe a familiar could have been responsible, but they don't consider it could be just one or two members of the house either, everyone's getting the axe.

After the massacre, they don't target Nandor for lying and saying Guillermo was dead, or see Guillermo as his familiar alone. They still assume Guillermo acted on everyone's behalf. They say "congratulations, all four of you have been promoted," and specifically add "we'll be watching your progress." And yeah, okay, there is a power vacuum now. Maybe that makes sense (even though it puzzles the Guide from day one). If no one really important is alive in the area anyway, the Worldwide Council can put these apparently ruthless people to work and see what they'll do.

First order of business: the wraiths bring exactly one cloak to a freezing cold room and give it to Nadja, and only Nadja. (Cool foreshadowing if nothing else.)

Second order of business: There's only one throne in the room (a room that we've seen previously with no throne whatsoever). The group of known vampire killers have to decide who is going to sit on it as the strongest and most powerful member. This immediately whittles the Council down to two members who tentatively agree to share power.

Third order of business, do some 'shit work' collecting Council dues. Colin takes notes for a minute then wanders off. Nandor tries to negotiate, poorly. Nadja promptly murders another vampire purely on her own by tearing his heart out in front of everyone.

The Guide is there the entire time to 'help' them and is also in a perfect position to keep an eye on them and tell anyone in Europe about what's going on. She's also very interested in Guillermo, who gets out of familiar storage once and then no one really bothers to keep him away from the proceedings.

Fourth order of business: the Sire escapes and puts all vampirekind in danger (which everyone knows about because of the press conference). The fix for the Sire is the one good thing Nadja and Nandor do, and it's after things were resolved by a third party. Meanwhile they keep undoing each other's work in a seat of power they were never meant to share.

Interlude: Nandor is in a depression fugue where the Guide is encouraged to pretend that collecting Council dues is the most exciting and rewarding task ever. Nandor agrees to do it, comes home having some kind of breakdown, and disappears for a month, then he's in a cage for however long getting deprogrammed. It's not clear if they tell the Guide what happened but if not, that's maybe a month and change that Nadja spent actually accomplishing things on the Council because no one was holding her up.

Fifth order of business: Nandor and Nadja have mere hours to prep a delegation dinner, with the specific goal of the Worldwide Council reviewing their progress, because everyone's intrigued by how they've been co-leading. At this dinner meant to demonstrate their co-leadership, Nadja says she murdered Nandor because he was a threat to her power. Everyone insists on seeing the body, during which it's clear that no one thinks Nandor was anything special after he became undead.

When Nandor decides against slumber, the Guide and Donal Logue now knows he's alive, but does anyone else? Does the entire vampiric world still think Nandor is dead (and control of the vampire-slaying familiar has passed to Nadja)? Or has Nandor formally abdicated and everyone just accepts there's a time they were sitting in a room together groping his dick? In either case, Nadja is the only one invited to London for an extremely high-ranking position, because they've been watching her "for some time" and everyone in Europe is going on about her work specifically.

Her work where she killed a vampire, claimed she killed another vampire, and spent most of the time failing to get anything done. And of course we know Nadja is an absolute girlboss and deserves to be as feral and ruthless as she likes, but the Guide - the main Worldwide Council staff member with a view into what's going on - doesn't seem to think any better of her (or the whole group) now than she did before. She's shocked this has been offered.

We started with a house of four they believed were responsible for the slaughter of dozens and dozens of vampires via the familiar they all control. We're down to one vampire who has proven she'll keep killing and rule without mercy. Her husband is no threat. The energy vampire is dead. Nandor the Relentless is either believed dead or has abdicated after choosing to be humiliated. The familiar, the actual threat to vampirekind, is either known to be leaving with Nandor or is not expected in England with Nadja and Laszlo.

Tl;dr maybe the writers decided this was the funnier option with more possibilities, and that's the reason they went with the Council plot this season. But I think it's possible this whole thing was designed to break the house apart from the beginning, either turning them against each other or just exposing who is an actual threat to Worldwide Council power. Nadja is either going into a trap by accepting the position, or she's going to be kicked upstairs to a spot where they can keep an eye on her and make sure her ambitions aren't going to put anyone with real power in danger. Nothing about what she's done in the last year would make them think she's anything but a liability.

But they don't know Guillermo is going with her. Laszlo seems like the one who understands best out of any of them that the world of vampires is strange, sometimes cruel, and highly dangerous. He's not really a fighter. Maybe he did exactly what's needed by sending a bodyguard.

#wwdits #what we do in the shadows #nadja of antipaxos #i am a meta gremlin

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elderflowerchampagne · 2 years

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I'm so, so glad that pre-show Manderley is back, mostly because I forgot how badly I usually need to pee right before the show.

I got my driver's license relatively late in life - by which I mean last July - and I used to joke that no road rage could ever be more infuriating than getting stuck behind audience members who are clinging together or blocking the doorways or stairs. I have yet to be wrong about that. If you choose to wrap your arms around your girlfriend's stomach and then both maneuver around like a bewildered horse, you deserve whatever happens after that.

God bless Emily Oldak, really. At my last show before the shutdown I was surprised to see her as Lady Macduff, and these past sad two years I've been telling myself that if that was it, if the show never came back, I was glad that was how I went out. Even gladder that it wasn't.

Much as I've been thinking about Danvers, I've never really considered that she thinks Duncan is anything other than an annoying guy who won't stop groping her. When Oldak/Danvers held his shirt to her face, she looked like she was about to cry. I don't think it's that she's in love with him, or that she feels guilty for helping take him out. I don't know. Danvers loves stasis, and controlling people, and also I assume other stuff.

One of my favorite things to do is watch the nurse in the back office. Joy Marie/Nurse takes out a knife and carves a very precise MB into the textbook page.

When the crowd is awful I tend to gravitate to the fifth floor, and since the reopening I've been spending a lot of time just opening drawers and reading records and generally paying attention to all the things I took for granted. I spent a long time going through the files in the doctor's office, and reading the notes scribbled on the blotter. One of the patients washed her hair on the first day of her menstrual cycle and needs to be monitored. A few visits back I found a pamphlet indicating that doing so will make a woman insane. So. Check on her.

I also found a medical journal up there, which is probably the most interesting thing I've ever found in the McK, and the only thing I've ever wished I could take with me to read in the light. One of the articles in it discussed the reasons couples remain childless. #1 is self centeredness (31%), and #2 is the wife's career (22%). I could have a field day with all the thematic implications. Also I don't remember what the other reasons were, but "we had a kid but my wife was nursing it and then bashed its brains out" wasn't on there.

Speaking of the fifth floor, the crucial object in my go-to special spot has been REMOVED! Hope it's back soon.

JWW is a wonderfully silly, joyous Porter, but nobody here needs me to tell them that. Ruth/Agnes also flung her room key at him, and then she giggled after he beat her to the phone. I can't imagine what Agnes has to be laughing about, but she's a joy to watch.

The painting in the matron's hut is, I assume, Mary and Joseph on their way to Bethlehem (or back? I don't remember if Jesus is with them...) Anyway, if he's not, that would imply Mary's pregnant, which of course would tie the matron to Lady Macduff. I just Googled it to see if I could find the painting and confirm. No dice, but "mary joseph donkey bethlehem painting" yielded an incredible amount of clip art.

When going through the ledger in Paisley Sweets, I came across two things of interest: 1) Whoever wrote "non-pareils" misspelled it as "non-perils", which made me laugh, because we could really, really use some non-perils these days. 2) There's a letter from the proprietor describing his plans for Mayfair, where he says they're expecting a much greater turnout than in the past two years. Made me smile.

I started writing these things years ago to help me remember what happened each visit, and they've served that purpose well. I'm sorry they've gotten so myopic and introspective, but it's interesting (for me, at least), to look back across them and see how they way I see and think has changed. I'm not good at big-picture stuff, I'm afraid. If I was I'd have a different career. I don't like big picture stuff; I like critical analysis and being a hater, which is what academia is.

#sleep no more

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r3b3lgrrrrrrrl · 4 years

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 86)

"Lover"

@lovemythsworld

@creatureofthen1ght-v3

@crystalbaby12

Playing with Colson's padlock around her neck, Luna looks through the mess of lyrics she has scrawled throughout the pages of her notebook. Her guitar sits in her crossed legs as she swigs the handle of Jack. A lighter, her cigarettes, phone, a tin case of joints, ashtray and random other objects litter the bed around her.

Luna strums lightly, trying to figure out the bridge. Softening her voice, she tries to play it out.

🎼They say//If you dress//Like This//It means//You want It//So//IIII//Can take from//Yooou🎶

Luna continues strumming the chords. Imagining the sound of the bass and light drumming in her mind.

🎶They think//If you act//Like That//It means//You want it//And//I'llllll//Do what//I want//Toooo🎶

Luna rips a solo she has running through her brain. The bass and drums slamming together through her head afterwards.

"Fuck... I need a bassist." She talks into the air.

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Colson hangs out on The Bus for a bit. Playing Call of Duty, burning and drinking as beer bottles empty and shot glasses are passed.

He shoots the shit with Sam. It being the first time they've had a chance to get to know each other. Both having a lot in common with their musical tastes and life experiences, being around the same age and struggling as lower middle class kids with no solid parents. Colson not realizing how long Sam and Luna have been friends or even that Sam is her only drummer. Let alone a musician at all.

"Fuck, Dude. I'm sorry. I knew you had to have some type of substance to be able to run wit Loons... But damn, I undercut you majorly." Colson admits. "You really stick a dude tonight?" He asks, amused.

"I don't know what you're fucking talking about." Sam dismisses him as she swigs her beer.

Colson nods with a chuckle. Immediately thinking of Luna. His Brooklyn Bitch.

"You two HAVE been friends for a long time." He smirks.

"Longer than most." Sam swigs her beer again, not fully sure on Colson.

"I can tell. You seem just as ferocious as she is." He says with a wide grin. "Imma go catch her... You enjoy." He smiles at Sam before disappearing off into the back of The Bus.

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"Enh... At least he didn't try to fuck me." Sam thinks of all the other male musicians that have crossed her path. Bestfriend's boyfriends or not. Some dudes have no fucking cooth. "Maybe there is hope for them..." Sam considers for the first time since her poor first impression of Colson in NY

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Luna's propped against the wall at the head of the bed. She's knocked out, guitar still in hand. Belongings in a disarray.

Colson can't help but chuckle again as he admires her. He truly loves her. Her maniacalness, her creativity, and her passion for what and whom she loves.

As he cleans her things off the bed, he finds her lyrics.

"Damn, yo...... She spits the illest shit... And on Ellen..? Fuck." Colson thinks admiring Luna's craft and steel pussy of bravery.

He finishes putting everything aside before gently taking her guitar. Knowing she'll probably move, she does.

"Baby...." She murmurs sleepily as she cuddles into the pillow.

"Baby? She hates Baby?" Colson thinks with his head cocked.

Biting the sides of his mouth, he sets Luna's guitar down. Standing at the bottom of the bed, he watches her sleep curled up like a cat.

"Chill the FUCK out, Kells." He tells himself. His heart is racing. She's NEVER called him Baby.

Colson lights a joint while still watching Luna. He's not sure what he's jealous of and is trying to shake it off. Puffing hard, he drops his heavy pants with a THUD.

Luna doesn't move.

"Fucking Sleeping Beauty...." He thinks snidely, hoping but knowing his pants wouldn't wake her.

Joint in his mouth, Colson pulls the blankets down from under Luna. She shifts as he climbs in, covering her with him.

Snuggling up close, she breathes out a whiskey stained "Mmmm... Lover..." As she reaches for him.

"Who THE FUCK is Lover, Luna?!?" He can't hold back any longer as he jolts back out of the bed.

The sound of her name pops Luna's intoxicated head up. Taking a minute to focus her eyes and brain.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" She asks groggily.

"I can't call you Babe or Baby Girl but you're off mumbling Baby and Lover in your fucking sleep??" Colson unloads.

Luna's drunken head is unsteady on her shoulders. She's not sure Why she's getting yelled at and is quietly taking the moment to decide whether to fuck shit up or cradle whatever the fuck is going on with her dumbass partner right now.

She tries the latter.

"What are you talking about?" Her sleepy, unamused eyes ask again.

"Who the fuck you dreaming about?" Colson spits out.

This wakes Luna RIGHT up.

"WHAT?" She asks, sitting up.

"Who the fuck is Baby and Lover? I ain't fucking Baby or Lover..." Colson cocks his head back.

"What.The.FUCK. Are you talking about because right now, you sound like a fucking psycho." Luna states.

Colson isn't making any sense to her.

"You said it in your SLEEP!!" He shouts, frustrated.

"Hold up. Wait." Luna puts her hand up.

Looking at Colson, she's starting to comprehend this stupid situation she's found herself in.

"Gimme that fucking joint." She states with her eyebrows furrowed.

Colson passes it to her.

"Fuck......" He thinks, knowing from her tone, he done Fucked Up. Bracing himself for her unleveling.

Luna hits the half a joint he passed to her. Eyeballing him. Her hands start flittering around as she speaks. Smoke from the joint swirling around her.

"YOU woke me the FUCK up on some Kitty BooBoo name bullshit I said in my SLEEP!!?! ARE YOU FUCKING DUMB-DUMB OR ARE YOU BEN STILLER FROM TROPIC THUNDER DUMB!!??" Luna shouts.

She places the joint between her lips. Running her hands over her eyes and forehead as she pulls hard on it as it hangs in her mouth as she exhales. Inhaling, she pulls on it again, before taking it away between her two fingers. Finally raising her eyes to his.

"You realize, you're on some fuck shit right now, right? And if you don't stop I'm gonna fucking kill you. So, how bout we both survive, you shut the fuck up and get in this fucking bed with me. Now."

Luna gives Colson One Look. It's One of many that says a multitude of things.

"WHO'S your fucking Baby?" He tests with a scowl.

Luna gives him The Most Annoyed look EVER as she hits the joint. Glaring at him as she exhales and stomps it out.

"YOU are my fucking Baby. My Babe. My Boo. My fucking Bae. Holy Fucking Shit, I think the correct terminology at this point, is my fiancé. Real talk? YOU'RE MY FUCKING ASSHOLE right now though." Luna's hands fly out with her words now. "And if you don't get in this fucking bed...." Luna threatens Colson as she strips off her pants and bra. Leaving on only a T and her panties.

"THIS fucking bitch with her fucking black." Colson thinks, trying not to want the treat enticing him inside their bed.

"You're such a fucking cunt." Colson states firmly as he climbs in with her.

Pulling Luna against his hard dick by her hips. He slips his hands down her dark panties.

"And a wet fucking whore." He claims.

Licking his fingers, while flipping her on her back. Not giving a fuck about her wound.

"Who's fucking Whore?" Luna coaxes.

Taking her shirt off as he rips the black cotton down and off her legs.

Pushing her thighs up, Colson presses his mouth against Luna's. Forcing his tongue and cock inside of her at the same time.

Gasping for air, she takes them both. Hands gripping Colson's ass as he delves deeper into her. Mouth sucking on his lips and tongue as her body succumbs to him.

Colson has complete control over Luna's body. Pinning both arms above her as he rocks himself into her warm inner body.

With one leg around his waist, the other tangled in his leg, Luna pushes her hips into his deep thrusts. Taking him farther inside of her.

"You do what I fucking say." He taunts as he grips her wrist tighter.

All this does is interest Luna's pussy even more. Held down, her hips buck drunkenly.

Colson's wing span is long enough to hold both Luna's wrists securely and place a firm grip on her wild hip. Holding her down, he sucks fiercely on her neck and face as he pounds his dick into her.

The submissive side of her kicking in, Luna let's go. Allowing her Lover to take whatever he wants. Moaning in pleasure as he handles her however he desires. Flipping and moving her into any position he likes. Always hitting all of her spots like an expert.

Colson prefers when they cum together but tonight, he's on a mission. Working her off four times before gripping her body hard.

"Say it." He demands as he fucks her, not being able to hold off any longer.

Luna shifts her hips into Colson. Pressing him deep inside of her. Clenching her walls around him. Clawing his back.

"Mmmphmmm... FUCK, Baby. You're my fucking LOVERRRR!!" Luna moans into his ear as she cums for a fifth time.

Satisfied with his work, Colson's body shakes as he cums Home. Laying down on Luna's chest, she strokes his hair. Both passing out.

Luna sleeping wrapped in her Lover. Baby, Bae or Boo. Whatever the fuck it is he wants to be called.

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The next morning Luna instinctively wakes up. Her body and brain knowing she has shit to do. Hating her inner workings, Luna wants to stay where she feels like peace lives. In Colson's arms.

She watches him breath as she tries to will herself away from him. Only to lean further into the comfort of his arm's nook.

"Fucking Psychopath..." She smirks to herself. Colson's jealousy is both annoying and tantalizing to Luna. Hating how quickly and deeply she fell for him. "Enh... That's how you love, Loons... Quick, hard and forever..." She tells herself. Playing with her beloved ring as her eyes follow his tattooed chest up and down.

Shaking her head, she rolls outta their bed. Colson still snoozing. She quietly showers and dresses. Burning and ripping 30s along the way. Turning his ringer off, Luna Snaps Colson where she'll be. Turning it back on once he receives it.

Grabbing her bag of goodies along with her notebook and laptop, Luna leaves Sam a hand written note to Come Inside Please 🖤 Heading out The Bus doors without waking a soul.

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The Crew is just finishing up when Luna pops in. Tech beginning their Magic. Asking if she's A Bother, she's assured No as she makes herself comfortable.

Plucking Colson's electric as she sits on the stage. Luna hits record on her phone.

Tech and Crew watch in amazement as Luna bops alone between different instruments for the next hour or so. Colson's guitar, Rook's drums and Baze's bass. Singing while playing and recording different parts to her song on her phone.

They've never seen an artist work like this before. Watching her create a raw song on her own out of thin air. Some finding it's fascinating to witness. Other's highly disliking her lyrics.

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Colson's eyes are closed as his hand searches the empty bed for Luna. Disappointed when he can't find her, he knows where she is.

"Crazy bitch." He smiles to himself with his eyes still closed.

Rolling into her pillow to smell her, his morning hard on grows larger. Different images and memories of her dance in his hungover head.

"Mmmm... Loons." Colson thinks as he begins to touch himself.

Firmly stroking up and down, he needs an actual visual. Grabbing his phone he sees he has a Snap from Luna. The thought of her makes his dick ache as he opens it.

Colson stares at Luna's lips. Knowing what it's like to have her warm mouth wrapped around his cock. Not even reading it, he screenshots it like all of her Snaps, continuing on.

Staring at Luna's picture as he jerks off. The memories of his thumb wiping her mouth clean after she's swallowed his load lingers in his head. Making him cum quickly. Tossing his hands and phone to the side as his body weakens.

"GOD DAMN, Luna." He says out loud as he pants.

Laying there for a minute, Colson lights a joint before jumping in the shower and cleaning himself off.

"I wonder how she's doin'..." His mind still on his girl.

Out of the shower, he fires up another joint as he rails three Adds and gets dressed. Looking around the room on the back of The Bus, it feels weird to not have Luna beside him as he gets himself ready for the day.

Sliding on his rings and wallet. Looking in the mirror, he pulls the key to Luna's padlock out from under his collar. He's worn it around his neck since the night he locked it around hers. Colson touches the tiny steel object, feeling oddly sentimental and missing her.

"She said Yes..." He reminds himself as he tucks it safely back under his shirt.

Still missing her, he sighs. Grabbing the knob of the door, he goes to rile The Boys and find her. Deciding he needs coffee first.

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Luna can't focus. She's got two separate melodies running through her head. The fast, hard punk tune she's working on and the other... A romantic, dreamy love song that's been swimming around since she woke. It first solidly appearing as she watched Colson sleep this morning.

🎼With this guitar string//He slipped on my hand//I take this magnetic force//Of a Man//To be my//Lover🎶

Are the first lyrics to actually formulate with it. Her life with Colson running through Luna's brain like a toddler with sticky hand prints.

"He's so fucking dumb." She thinks, laughing to herself as she remembers their fight last night over the word Lover. Now realizing where it manifested from. "Oh, Imma mind fuck his ass." Laughing again to herself.

Deciding to take a break, Luna grabs her notebook and bag. Heading out back to burn and see if she can get this other floating song on to paper.

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Colson hits the venue with The Boys and Sam. Looking OnStage for Luna first, he asks if anyone's seen her. Tech and Crew have but they don't know where she went.

Annoyed, Colson wanders around the nightclub. He just wants to see his fucking girl. She's not BackStage. She's not in his dressing room. Stopping in the bathroom to take a piss, he takes a selfie too. Shooting a Snap to Luna before continuing his search.

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Luna's out back getting stoned with a Roadie. She needs to find a solid bassist before Tuesday.

Yakking about, they both bitch about their First World Problems. Dude's complaining about his schedule as Luna's phone goes off from a Snap. It's Colson.

"This Motherfucker... I wish the fuck he would." Luna thinks amused. Body heating up as her soul and pussy throb as she reads it. Shaking her head with a wanting smile.

Functioning on her time as always, Luna finishes the joint with the young Roadie named Todd. Accepting his promises to keep an ear out for a bassist for her.

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"LOVERRRRR!!" Luna coos upon seeing Colson.

"You're such a fucking cunt. Where you been?" He asks as he spins her around and wraps his arms around her chest from behind. Through her loose T, he plays with the tape over her nipples as he tongues around her ear.

Pulling away with a giggle, Luna turns around. Grinning as she taunts him.

🎶Everyday I love you Just a little bit more A little bit more A little bit more Everyday I love you Just a little bit more But You're still Fucking insane🎶

She sings to him laughing as she changes lyrics to the Sublime song.

Colson's blue eyes brighten as he lifts her up. Complying, she wraps her legs around his rarely clothed body.

"We should cover that!!" He states excitedly.

Luna scoffs as she agrees. Singing that it makes total sense because Colson is a jealous psycho who sees red.

"Bitch, you're just as jealous. So, shut the fuck up." He laughs, kissing her again.

🎶Let me find a secret LOVER... I'll rip off your fucking head🎶

Luna sings, still making up her own lyrics to Colson laughter. Asking how she's doing with the new song, she hops off of him. Grabbing her phone, she calls over Sam and Baze. Colson wrapping himself around her from behind again.

"Fucking Patti booked me on Ellen." Luna finally informs Sam. "I gotta new song because I don't wanna keep promoting the hate of THAT Type. I've pretty much got it laid down but I need to hear it live. You're coming with me, Right?" She asks to Sam's nod. Looking at Baze, Luna continues. "You mind listening to what I've got and maybe running it with me, please?"

"No problem, Loons." Baze agrees.

Luna rests herself into Colson's hold as she hits play on her phone. The hard/soft punk tune coming through her phone's speakers.

The three of them knocking their heads through the song. Feeling it. They all burst out with questions once it's finished.

Sam first, "You wanna play THAT on daytime TV??" Thinking about the lyrics.

Baze standing back with a confused look, "That's all YOU??" He asks, the producer in him impressed as hell.

Colson squeezing her insides out from behind with a "Wanna do it after this?" in her ear.

Yes. Yes. And definitely, YES. Are her answers.

Sam climbs behind Rook's kit as Baze grabs his bass and Luna uses Colson's electric. They play around a bit as Sam and Baze learn the notes. Feeling confident Luna steps up to the mic giving it a go.

Colson watches as they rip through the song. The vibe reminding him the sound coming out of Seattle in the early 90's. Luna's voice lacing around certain lyrics while blasting others. She has a clear concise message.

"That was fucking SICK!!" He exclaims, clapping.

"Yo!! Hard as shit." Rook agrees, from behind Colson.

He had come up once he heard them begin to play. Wondering who the fuck was on his drums.

"Yeah?" Luna asks.

"What's it for?" Rook asks her.

Luna explains Ellen as Rook nods his head in understanding. Commenting how he Respects Luna's Balls. They exchange a knowing look. Out of all The Boys, Rook is who Luna clicked with first. Always remaining her favorite, they have their own friendship aside from Colson.

"I need a fucking bassist." Luna complains as she sets the guitar down.

"I know a guy. He's right in NY too." Sam says as she steps out from behind the drums.

They sit on the edge of the Stage together. Baze joining them as Rook and Colson hop up too.

"Yeah?" Luna asks. "Can you give him a call?"

Sam agrees as the rest of The Band comes in. Luna moving SideStage as they run a light rehearsal. Sam heading out back to see about a bassist.

Grabbing her laptop, she goes through the property listings Monica sent her. There's both studios and brownstones as Luna asked. Flipping through the pictures and layouts, she finds a five bedroom in Brooklyn Heights that she likes and a simple studio in Dumbo. No office/recording spot yet though.

Ashleigh making her way to the stage. She sits with Luna listening to The Boys. Noticing what Luna's looking at she asks about the listings.

"We all need a place in The City..." Luna explains. "Oh! You would know... Can he come with me Tuesday? I want him to look at a couple places with me."

Ashleigh looks in her phone at her calender. Colson has a show in Boise that night. Idaho to NY is a 6hr flight. It won't work.

"Sorry, Loons." Ashleigh says to her disappointment.

Luna shrugs with a sigh as she emails Monica back regarding the listings.

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Colson locks the door of the small bathroom behind them. He's been staring at Luna's sideboob since he touched her naked breasts.

Lifting her onto the sink, her pulls her shirt off. Finally seeing the tape X'd across her nipples.

"New bra?" He snickers as he runs tongue along the delicate skin of the bottom of her breast.

"Mmmm... The easier for you to lick them My Dear." She responds in a husky voice.

After he's unbuttoned her jeans, she hops down. Wiggling out of them and her panties as he drops his own pants.

Luna bends over the sink. Catching Colson brilliant blue eyes.

"Not yet..." He says with a playful smile.

Lifting her back up onto the sink, he spreads her legs as he slowly licks her bare pussy. Circling around her clit with his tongue. He's soft and delicate. For now.

Luna gasps when he pushes his middle finger inside of her. Continuing to suck and play around with his tongue.

"Oh FUCK....he wasn't lying!!" Luna's mind explodes, remembering Colson's Snap from earlier.

Leaned against the mirror, she arches her back in pleasure. Shifting her hips, fully enjoying his mouth exploring her magical cave.

Luna doesn't last long. With her legs wrapped around Colson's head, she cums all over his face and chin. Licking it off of him to his delight.

"You're such a dirty girl." He tells her, always intrigued by their sexual antics.

Luna pushes him off of her. Hopping back off the sink, she pushes him against the wall. Staring into his tantalizing eyes as as she slowly makes her naked body to her knees.

Colson groans out in pleasure as she licks around the base of his cock. Swirling her tongue around it to the top. Holding him firm, she slowly draws her tongue around his head before flattening her it and sliding him deep inside her throat.

Colson twists his fingers in her long blonde hair as he leans his head back. Reveling in the warmth of her mouth. Flicking her wrist around his shaft with one hand while playing with his balls in the other, Luna steadily sucks Colson cock. Letting the tip of his dick bump the far back of her deep throat.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" Colson thinks as he explodes in Luna's mouth. Wanting it to be inside her sweet pussy insisted.

Kissing his thighs on her way up, after he's wiped her mouth. Wrapping her arms around his waist, Luna leans up for a kiss.

Grabbing the back of her head and her bare ass, Colson kisses Luna intensely. Their juices mixing together in their mouths.

"You like, BABY?" She asks with a cocked eye, knowing what's she's potentially starting.

"It's Baby now?" He eyeballs her with his response.

"It's whatever the fuck you want... You trust me?" She asks, leaning back now as she holds on and looks up at him.

"I've told you..." He starts.

"Shut the fuck up. You trust me?" She interrupts him.

Colson nods.

"Then just wait... It'll all make sense." Luna smiles sweetly before pecking his lips. "I love you."

"I swear she's more complicated than I am..." Colson thinks as they get dressed. He can't help but be intrigued by Luna. Always.

Regardless, he scoops her up again. Legs back around his waist. Kissing each other lovingly. One Look exchanged.

Unlocking the bathroom, they walk out satisfied. One confused but both satisfied.

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The Show at Myth Live is raw.

The Band playing perfectly as Colson performs. Jumping all over The Stage, talking to his fans, diving into the adoring crowd.

Luna comes out for Bad Things. Colson kisses her giggles once they finish. She hypes and Thanks the audience before walking OffStage. Luna sharing a bottle and joints with both Ashleigh and Sam as they watch.

It's a full 27 song setlist, sticking closely to the formula of previous shows on the tour. Colson running through El Diablo twice and encoring Sail.

Gripping Luna's hand as he drags her off to the dressing room as always.

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The scene in Colson's dressing room isn't much different then any other night since he performed at Nightingale.

With a bottle, multiple joints, love chatter and fucking, Colson unwinds.

Deciding to stick in the venue instead of going out exploring. They're off tomorrow and would rather travel through the night.

Standing in the middle of the room, just them two, Colson pulls Luna into him.

"I love you, Kitten." His deep voice tells every organ in her body.

Squeezing him tightly, she burrows her face in her safe spot in his chest.

I love you." She coos. "More than you'll ever know."

There's a beautiful silence between Luna and Colson. A million things being said with no words. Only breathing and heartbeats.

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Catching up with everyone BackStage, Colson and Luna both grab a beer. Colson's called over by Baze as Ashleigh pulls on Luna's arm.

"I need your help..." She starts off.

"What's up?" Luna asks after a swig.

"We got that MA merch. He's gotta sign cards and hoodies... You think you can help me keep him focused?" She asked with a concerned look.

"Fuck, yeah. You got the list? We got cards?" Luna asks.

"Yeah! Check these out! Ashleigh says relieved. Pulling a card off her clipboard, she finds herself more and more appreciative of Luna's help and presence.

Luna takes one. Looking it over, the inside is blank.

"That jawns sick!!" Luna exclaims in approval to Ashleigh's content. "What's going on the inside?"

"I don't know...." Ashleigh trails off. "I wanted your opinion." She answers honestly.

Luna thinks for a minute. It has to be personal but, legally Monica has taught her to choose her words wisely and never admit fault. Plus, it's gotta keep Colson's attention.

"What do you think about addressing them individually, but with a simple Thinking of You and his signature?" Luna asks.

Ashleigh likes the idea but is unsure how they'll keep everything in order. Thinking for a moment again, Luna suggests taking control of the envelopes.

"Lemme get a copy of the mailing list. I'll have him start them tonight, and keep them in order so tomorrow he can bang out the hoodies and we'll just go in a line... You know what I mean?" Luna asks.

Ashleigh doesn't but she trusts Luna. Agreeing to meet up with her and Colson, Ashleigh grabs what they need as Luna looks for her Lover.

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Colson isn't pleased, he hates THAT Night. He's only been OffStage for an hour or b so and wants to hang out with his Boys.

"So hang out with your Boys. Just pay the fuck attention. Because you're gonna either do part of it tonight or all of it on your day off." Luna states as a of matter of facts.

Knowing she's right and ALWAYS putting his EstFam first, Colson pops open a black pen. "It's the least I can do...." I thinks. Thankful everyone was Okay that night.

Bullshitting with Luna, Ashleigh, Sam and The Boys, he tries not to dwell too hard on how bad it could've been for everyone.

Not being able to fully hide from the pain, Colson addresses each envelope with his fan's name. Choosing whatever The Fuck he'd like to say to them himself, he signs each card personally. Passing them to Luna so she can keep them in order.

"He may be an Asshole.... But he is the sweetest Asshole I know. And my fucking Lover." Luna can't help but think. Falling more in love with him as she watches him put whole his heart into each note.

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To be continued.....

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Resistance: Part 1

Dean Winchester x OFC

MASTERLIST

Despise /verb/: feel contempt or a deep repugnance for.

- B o -

This was so normal for us, me and Riley sitting at a bar at the end of a "hard" day. She'll continuously drink while I sit and have a few beers, neither of us ever get a buzz anymore. Bartenders almost without out fail will hit on her, and she'll most likely bring them back to the room we're staying at while I sit in the car, or even at the bar if her fling takes place in the vehicle itself. I never get mad and she always offers me a free pass the next morning to do the same to her one day, but I don't use it.

"Are you sure you're cool with this?" She asks me, as the guy she's been hitting on grabs his coat.

I nod. "Riley, honestly I don't care, it's your car anyway, try and text me if he turns out to be into anything weird. " She rolls her eyes, and downs her last drink.

"You want me to let you know just so you can get some of that, I know you're into some weird shit." Laughing, she stands up, as my middle finger shoots up. I mean anyone can enjoy a little weird, but I'm not gonna be fuel to her flame. She heads out with the guy and I pretend to busy myself reading the label on the full bottle of beer in front of me. I usually do this until the bartender asks me if I'm alright, and then when I nod he gives me another bottle. This time I'm doing it because the guy on a stool away from me is glancing not so discretely at me every few seconds, and I don't feel like talking to anyone tonight.

"If you're gonna pretend to read that at least move your eyes a little." The guy says and my eyes flick up before I turn my head to look at him, familiar. "It would make it a little more believable."

" Maybe you wouldn't have noticed if you weren't staring so hard. " I bite back and he smiles. My hand is wet from condensation on the bottle, it's lost its chill as I drink from it. Thinking this man is gonna stop talking to me and just move on to annoy someone else was the first mistake I made. The second was when I actually acknowledged the fact that he had now moved to the stool where Riley was sitting.

"Is she your sister?" He asks, I roll my eyes. "I'm Dean, by the way." Dean Winchester, I think, of course he is. My silence gives him a moment to take another drink from his glass before he licks his lips.

"Hm, I expected Dean Winchester to be a little," I look him over for emphasis. "More intimidating." And then I smile slightly. His smirk made it obvious he wasn't the least bit offended by that, taking it more as a game.

"Should I know you?" Are his next words and I shake my head because it isn't likely, me and Riley keep to ourselves. Then again, he's a Winchester.

"Bo Shoemaker." And then I mentally curse myself because when the hell do I ever give my real last name. It's like that one rule totally left my mind. Dean's face seems to recognize it and he's just processing it, almost as if he'd be embarrassed if he said anything wrong.

"Shoemaker, as in-"

"Yeah, exactly." I cut in because I don't wanna hear his name out loud.

"So that girl, Riley Duncan I'm guessing?" I nod at that. "Bobby always says me and my brother-"

"That we're just like you and Sam, yeah I know and it's ridiculous." Once again he's cut off. "Look I should go, we gotta head out early tomorrow and it's my turn to drive." Liar.

Before Dean can say anything else I stand up, leave money, and walk out before conversation can go any further. I have no clue where I'm gonna go but honestly anything is better than having to discuss personal life. The spot our car was in is now empty, looking around at the last three cars left in the lot shows just how late it is. I scuff my boots against the pavement as I take short walks across the small area I'm given. My hands are shoved into my jacket pockets, and my breath fogs up the air in front of me. It's fucking freezing out here and I'm the coward that walked out just so I didn't have to face the truth. Dean wasn't innocent, but his curiosity was and all I had to do was say I didn't want to talk about it, of course he would have understood. I sit down on the curb of the sidewalk in front of the building, knowing Riley, I would be here a while.

His keys jingle as he approaches my side , and his booted feet crunch against some leaves when he steps off the curb to sit on it.

"I don't really want to talk about it. " I mumble, picking at the thread in my jeans. Dean doesn't say anything for a while, he only extends his legs in front of him.

"Yeah I get it, you need a ride anywhere?" He asks, looking at me.

"How long have they been gone?" I question, considering that it felt like ages since Riley had left me. Dean simply just shows me his wrist and the watch tells me it's been about an hour of me sitting out here.

"Yeah, the motel down the road." I answer his question and stand up at the same time as him. I can tell which car is gonna be his but I still wait for him to make the first move towards it before getting in the passenger side. We take the short drive to the motel, I thank him for the ride and get out as soon as I can.

"Hey, " I look back at him as he stands in the open doorway of his car. "What're you two in town for anyway."

"Not gonna let you steal our hunt Winchester." I smirk towards him and keep walking to our room. Giving the door a few knocks just to be safe, and hearing only the TV playing some ridiculously fake action film gives me the clear to go inside. Riley is on her bed, staring blankly at the screen. When she sees me the TV gets turned off, and her eyes close, she had been waiting for me to come back before she could comfortably fall asleep. The blankets are extremely thin, and my old shirt and shorts don't do much justice for any extra warmth. My eyes close, but I never fall asleep, as always.

The next morning we were up early, much to Riley's protest, in our smartest clothes, as we speak to some of the victim's family and friends. The guy's sister and roommate didn't have much information for us when I looked at the notes I took. I look up for just a second to acknowledge the waitress before looking back at my papers, the lady sets the plates down, it's mostly Riley's food anyway.

"Come on, take a break." She says with her mouth already full of pancake.

"We're missing so much yet I feel like it's right in front of our face." Dropping my pen, I replace it with my coffee mug and drink the rest of it.

" We'll figure it out." She assures and when I finally give her a real look her eyes are pointed in a direction outside. I turn my gaze to match hers and see her focus is on the Winchesters. I knew this would happen, I just had hoped I was wrong. What else would practically the most well known hunters be doing in a small town like this.

"Damn it, they're gonna take our hunt. " I groan.

"They can try, we were here first and I bet you got more of a lead anyway. " I go to argue because I know of Sam's records, and he's good at what he does when it comes to research, but Riley's chugging a cup of coffee and walking out the door before I can speak. Leaving a bit of money on the table and rushing to pack all my things up, I follow after her.

"Listen, what we had was great last night but that doesn't mean you can follow me." Is Riley's opening line towards Sam when I get out there, Dean laughs and Sam half smiles shaking his head. They're probably coming from where we just were based on the suits they're in. I finally reach her side and fix the strap of my bag on my shoulder. The boys look at me for a second before looking back at Riley who isn't done talking yet.

"This hunt is ours so don't even think about meddling in on us. "

"Hey, what's wrong with a little help?" Dean says with that smirk I already despise.

"We don't need help." I snap back at him. But then I get confused when Riley doesn't back me up.

"Bo, we could use some help, you said yourself that you didn't have enough, they might have what we're missing" She speaks quietly to me and I'm pissed because she's absolutely right and I still don't want their help.

"We're heading back to where we're staying, you guys can come with us and we'll see if we can piece anything together." Sam offers, the quiet conversation Riley was having with my ear probably wasn't too secret being we're only a few feet away.

"Yeah that's good, Sam come with me." And with that me and Dean are left standing there as Sam and Riley get in her car and drive off to the place. Dean goes to the passenger side of his car and opens the door for me, my eyebrows rise and he just shrugs. I get in the car with a huff and he shuts the door before getting in the drivers side and starting her up. The car ride is similar to last nights with no talking until we get to the motel they've been staying at.

The rest of the day and the late hours of the night are spent with me and Sam "geeking out" together, as Riley called it. Her and Dean just sat back and looked up anything we asked for. After all of us had gone through our fifth round of coffee Riley had called it a night and went to our room and an hour after that Sam headed to bed. I packed up my things roughly just to transport them to our room so I could continue working.

"Goodnight." Dean says when I try to leave without saying anything to him. I hardly glance over my shoulder and give a slight nod and a mumble before slipping out of the room and into ours.

"Bo, I don't see why it's so important to you that we do this on our own." Riley complains as I am trying to convince her to leave before we can meet up with the boys. Call me selfish, but I am feeling pretty confident that we have all the information we need after last night with Sam. Instead of answering her, I just start throwing her clothes that somehow managed to explode out of her bag within a night. I hear her groan and then go into the bathroom to get her other things. I slip out of the motel room to go load up the car with our duffel bags. Just as I shut the back car door, I look up to see Dean looking right back at me. What the hell? Why was he always around.

"What?" I ask, the question comes out a little more snarky than I intended. At first I had thought that I would get off easy when he just simply shook his head.

"Well, I definitely was comparing you more to Sam this whole time, but you and me seem to have some things in common too." He says with a sort of surprised tone. I roll my eyes, because the last thing I want is to be compared to Dean Winchester.

" I prefer to work alone too, just me and Sam." He finishes. I nod and decide to end this conversation as soon as I can.

"You should understand that it isn't personal then?" He nods at my comment this time. "Anyways, let's face it, we'll most likely cross paths again won't we? Hopefully it'll be a while" Dean laughs at that and heads back into his room. Riley comes out shortly after and we get in her car and head off to undergo the action of this hunt.

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