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queerbuckleys · 2 years

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i feel my heart saying hi [1.3k |character study| Eddie in suits] {ao3} a/n: this started as 5 times Eddie had a panic attack in a suit, but idk that it ended up being that? *shrugs* you'll notice i did not include The Panic Attack in a Suit™️and i just didnt feel like including it cause i wanted to explore things that haven't happened on screen (yet). this is a weird mish mash of spec, my interpretation of canon, and just plain storytelling ig. title inspired by ring of keys from fun home. (iykyk) spoilers for 5b!

July 1995, El Paso

Eddie is 8 years old the first time he remembers wearing a suit. How his mother tightened his tie around his neck is not the reason he feels like he can’t breathe as he sits in the sweltering summer heat in a house of God. He isn’t sure why it feels that way. But his chest is tight and a tear escapes as he grips the arm of the pew. Maybe it was the overwhelming heat. Maybe it was the thought that he had lost his greatest confidant in his family. His namesake. Even christened him with the nickname Eddie on the day he was born. He had told Eddie that story a million times over. How small he’d been. How he was crying until the moment he was in his Abuelo’s arms. He was going to miss the man he would wait at the window for and run down the driveway to hug just ten seconds sooner. And knowing he would miss that for the rest of his life, hurt.

May 2005, El Paso He’s 18 and Zoey Clearwater is laughing as she pins a boutonniere to his suit after he had slipped an elastic band around her wrist with flowers that matched her dress and his tie and pocket square. She’s a sweet girl but they weren’t dating. She was quiet, read books in the cacophonous cafeteria during lunch, and she was on tech crew for the theatre productions. They had been talking backstage during the spring production of The Wizard of Oz when they both admitted to not having dates for prom. And then she’d kissed him. 30 seconds before he had to go on and sing “If I only had a Heart”. He just smiles and darts to the wings after checking that his makeup hadn’t gotten smeared in the process. They dance and have fun, slow dance too. But throughout the night his chest feels tight. And it culminates as he stares at the stage when it’s announced that Alex Higgins (of course) is Prom King and his perfect cheerleader girlfriend, Julie Standford, as Prom Queen. And he can’t breathe because he should want that with Zoey, and maybe what if he wants it with Alex. Well not Alex cause he’s an asshole but someone like Alex. And he’s not even sure what that means. So he swallows and focuses on trying to dance with Zoey. And he’s so focused on doing that, he doesn’t notice Zoey staring at Julie.

October 2010, El Paso He’s 23 with a baby on the way and 1 week out from shipping out to bootcamp. And he’s standing in a side room of a church in an ill-fitting tuxedo. It had been the best they could do on short notice. He’s fiddling with the cuffs of his shirt, making sure they are sticking out just right. Funnily enough it’s the same church as 15 years ago. His eyes water remembering the 8 year old boy, scared of the rest of his life without his grandfather. At the time he thought that would be the scariest thing he would ever face. But here is, 15 years later, 8 months away from being a father, just over 2 months away from being shipped off to a war that started when he was 14 that he didn’t believe needed to be fought. But he loves Shannon. He does. He’s sure of it. And he loves their kid. So he walks out of the little room and stands at the altar, the priest greeting him. And his heart stutters when Shannon appears at the end of the aisle and smiles at him from underneath her veil. But it’s not the way he thinks it should. Tears sprang to his eyes, because she’s beautiful, because it’s too late to run.

May 2019, Los Angeles He’s 32 at a rooftop restaurant, “I’m not pregnant.” and “I think we should get a divorce.” Ringing in his ears. His hand shaking around his glass and the burn of alcohol running down his throat. And he can’t move as Shannon gets up, squeezes his arm as she leaves. He’d lost everything he was supposed to want. What he had. And his heart is hammering in his chest because he doesn’t know if he’ll ever be able to find it again.

May 2022, Los Angeles He looks up over the dance floor and sees Buck, who has Jee balanced on his hip and is holding Chris’ hand on the other side. He’s smiling. Looking free. His tie still comfortably around his neck, and his sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows. And Hen and Karen, perfectly dressed in white, basking in the love of their family, in their love for each other. And again his heart stutters in his chest, and he’s not sure why. A lump forms in his throat. Oh. he thinks. And it isn’t the realization that he’s in love with Buck. He knew that. Had known that. Since last May, the heat of the LA asphalt mixing with the warmth of the fresh blood radiating up hitting his cheek. Since he sat on a hospital bed, not able to look him in the eye, swallowing the meaning behind “You think you’re expendable, but you’re wrong.” because Buck didn’t need to hear “I love you.” not with Ana and Taylor waiting in his living room. It’s not Oh, “I’m queer as all get out.” Because that surprisingly came after “I’m in love with Buck.” in the green papered walls of Frank’s office. He’d never done things in the conventional order anyway. And this Oh, wasn’t helping that consensus. Because this is Oh “he’s my partner” It’s oh, “you’re a miracle worker” “I had to do it” “I know you did” “I misunderstood the assignment” “And that started with you”. It’s oh “I was never going to find it again, because I made it right here with you.” It’s oh, “I could have this”. And it's so much, he can’t breathe. “Eddie? Are you okay?” May asks him where she’s settled down next to him, her shirley temple glass balanced perfectly in her hands. He just looks at her, eyebrows raised a little. “You’re crying,” she states, explaining her question. He was? He brings a hand to his cheek, and sure enough his fingertips come back wet. He swallows and smiles at May, “Did you ever figure out who you wanted to be?” She asks him. And he lets his eyes travel back to Buck and Chris, “I realized I was already that person. I was just too repressed to know it,” he smiles, and May looks at him eyes wide, “Did you figure it out for yourself?” He just asks her, letting his words speak for themselves. He knew she would understand. “I think so.” “I’ll miss your voice on the radio,” he says, pulling her into a side hug. “I didn’t even say anything!” “Eh, I knew both our days were numbered at dispatch since that day. It burning down only confirmed that.” “So, are you going to tell him?” She asks, taking a sip of her drink. “I think so,” he smiles. His heart hammering in his chest.

September 2025, Los Angeles He’s 38 and standing on a small patch of grass outside a wedding venue. His suit perfectly tailored, sleeves sticking out just right. “Hi,” He hears Buck say behind him, “you can turn around now.” And his heart stutters, but he turns around and he’s breathless as he takes in his future husband. Buck’s suit perfectly compliments his. He takes Buck’s hand and spins him around and Buck returns the favor. They end up with their foreheads touching and just looking at each other. Taking a moment for themselves. “Hi,” he breathes “Hi,” Buck smiles back, “I have something for you.” “Does it have to do with the little basket with flowers in it that’s right there?” Eddie laughs as Buck picks up the boutonniere and pins it to his lapel. And his heart settles as he places a peck on his fiance’s lips.

bonus a/n: if you are curious, yes zoey is queer af too. Eddie runs into them a few months after the wedding and they become friends again, them and their wife become Buck and Eddie's couple friends and they go on double dates <3 (i may one day write about them all but i do not need another wip atm)

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Both dumped by their girlfriends, two best friends seek refuge in the local mall. Eventually, they decide to try and win back their significant others and take care of their respective nemeses. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Rene: Shannen Doherty T.S. Quint: Jeremy London Brodie: Jason Lee Brandi: Claire Forlani Shannon: Ben Affleck Gwen: Joey Lauren Adams Tricia: Renée Humphrey Silent Bob: Kevin Smith Jay: Jason Mewes Willam: Ethan Suplee Stan Lee: Stan Lee Ivannah: Priscilla Barnes Svenning: Michael Rooker La Fours: Sven-Ole Thorsen Security Guard: Carol Banker Arresting Cop #2: Steven Blackwell Pull Toy Kid: Kyle Boe TV Executive #1: David Brinkley Fan Boy: Walt Flanagan Guy Contestant #1: Ethan Flower Girl with Easter Bunny: Chelsea Frye TV Executive #2 – Bentley Garrison: Jeff Gadbois Guy Contestant #2: Ed Hapstak Cop #1: Terry Hempleman Game Show Host: Art James Steve Dave: Bryan Johnson Child at Kiosk #2: Mikey Kovar Fan at Comic Store: David Klein Roddy: Scott Mosier Saleslady at Lingerie Store: Crystal Muirhead-Manik Kid at Poster Kiosk: Tyson Nassauer Gill: Brian O’Halloran Passerby in Parking Lot: Aaron Preusse Child at Kiosk #1: Britt Swenson Teacher: Mary Woolever Team La Fours: Brad Fox Team La Fours: Gino Gori Team La Fours: Zach Perkins Team La Fours: Brad Giddings Team La Fours: Bryce Mack Team La Fours: Christopher O’Larkin Audience Member (uncredited): Earl R. Burt Shopper (uncredited): Tammara Melloy Screaming Girl in Audience (uncredited): Rachel Oliva Shoobie Shake Girl (uncredited): Jessica Sibinski Comic Book Fan (uncredited): Joel Thingvall Film Crew: Supervising Sound Editor: Richard LeGrand Jr. Producer: Sean Daniel Producer: James Jacks Thanks: John Hughes Supervising Music Editor: J.J. George Casting: Don Phillips Writer: Kevin Smith Stunts: Phil Chong Producer: Scott Mosier Stunts: Sven-Ole Thorsen Stunt Coordinator: Robert Apisa Director of Photography: David Klein Original Music Composer: Ira Newborn Editor: Paul Dixon Production Design: Dina Lipton Executive Producer: Caldecot Chubb ADR Mixer: Alan Holly Set Decoration: Diana Stoughton Line Producer: Laura Greenlee Stunts: Chuck Zito Production Supervisor: Beth DePatie Post Production Supervisor: Terra Abroms Foley Artist: Joan Rowe Stunts: Carl Ciarfalio Sound Effects Editor: Charles Maynes ADR Editor: Bob McNabb Makeup Artist: Toni G Main Title Designer: Mike Allred Executive In Charge Of Production: Donna Smith First Assistant Director: Fernando Altschul Stunts: Eric D. Howell Casting Assistant: Ethan Flower Script Supervisor: Carol Banker Second Assistant Director: Louis Shaw Milito Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Michael C. Casper Set Costumer: Roseanne Fiedler Costume Supervisor: Dana Kay Hart Foley Artist: Diane Marshall Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Daniel J. Leahy Location Manager: Ralph B. Meyer Sound Designer: Harry E. Snodgrass Key Makeup Artist: Brigette A. Myre Foley Mixer: James Bolt Sound Editor: William Hooper Sound Recordist: Charlie Ajar Jr. Sound Editor: William Jacobs Costume Design: Dana Allyson Music Supervisor: Kathy Nelson Color Timer: Dennis McNeill Title Designer: Dan Perri Orchestrator: Don Nemitz Stunts: Jake Crawford Prosthetic Makeup Artist: Crist Ballas Supervising ADR Editor: Norval D. Crutcher III Assistant Sound Editor: Samuel Webb Negative Cutter: Gary Burritt Assistant Sound Editor: Michelle Pleis Boom Operator: Anton Herbert Production Coordinator: Lisa Bradley Music Supervisor: Jeff Saltzman First Assistant Editor: Richard J. Rossi Location Manager: Bob Medcraft Art Direction: Sue Savage Cableman: Matthew Magrattan Second Second Assistant Director: Shari Nicotero Assistant Editor: Paul Kieran Hairstylist: Sherry Heart Sound Mixer: Jose Araujo Casting Associate: Dee Dee Wehle Assistant Editor: Elisa Cohen Hair Assistant: Kristin Mosier Movie Reviews: JPV852: Only the second time seeing this (last was probably in the early 2000s on DVD) and thought it was okay but guess like others, this has grown on me. Laughed throughout even when the dialogue wasn’t the greatest, but I have an appreciation...

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emzeciorrr · 6 months

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Totino's Pizza Rolls - 'Toti' from Emma Debany on Vimeo.

The secret alternate ending to the Totino’s Pizza Roll ‘Ask Mom’ commercial. Most of this was shot in twenty minutes after wrap.

Legally, this extended cut is a short film, not an ad. :) Honestly I'm not sure if Totino's even knows about this so maybe don't tell them.

Talent: Toti - Josephine Arciaga Teen - Johnny Briseño Store Manager - Emma Debany

Director - Emma Debany Agency Creative Directors: Bo Jacobson Alyssa Ollis Agency Producer - Emily Brown Executive Producer - Malcolm Wax Head of Production - Tony Galante Producer - Brandon Robinson Production Manager - Brendan Lynch Production Coordinator - Federica Schiano Lomoriello 1st AD - Jesse Hays 2nd AD - Christina Mitchell PAs: Eric Cepeda Nick O’Neil Diego Lopez De Anda Zechariah Gonzalez Yuri Brito Brad Beltran

Cinematographer - Bryant Jansen 1st AC - Chris Macdonald 2nd AC - Loren Azlein VTR - Jeep Thatcher DIT - Daniel Woiwode Sound Mixer - Chase Yeremian BTS Photographer - Rachel Martin Gaffer - Tony Jou Best Boy Electric - Braden Barton Electricians: Tanner Johnson Tyler Billis Key Grip - Aaron Burton Best Boy Grip - Agyeman Johnson Grips: Hayden Miller Garrett Dorin

SFX Makeup - Ally McGillicuddy SFX Makeup Fabricator and Assistant - Caitlyn Brisbin MUA Assistant - Edwin Monzon Hair Stylist - Richard De Alba

Toti Costume - Abigail Keever Costume Stylist - Laura Francis Costume Assistant - Amy Fay

Production Designer - Joe Holliday Art Director - William O’Donnell Prop Master - Kate Simmons Set Decorator - Kassandra DeAngelis Set Dressers - Nick Jones Rebecca Steele Alice Ross Fabricator Assistants: Shannon Pollack Tara McNamara Graphics - Laurah Grivalja

Home Economist - Marah Abel Home Economist Assistant - Lisa Walgren Food Stylist Truck Driver - Richie Jacobo

Craft Services - Karla Maria Padilla Sustainability Coordinator - Nik Eco PA - Grace Hofmann Site Rep - Sean Location Manager - Percy Haverson

Sound Design and Mix - Evan Anderson Music - Tyler Monsein Lyrics and Singer - Emma Debany

Editorial - PS260 Editor - Tyler Hurst Assistant Editor - Cole Wagner Managing Partner - Zarina Mak Executive Producer - Zeke Bowman Head of Production - Evann Payne

Finishing - PS260 Producer - Yoko Lytle Flame Artist - Mark Popham Creative Director - Marcos Pacheco Graphics Artist- Michael Yu Flame Artist - Stephanie Issacson Color - Company 3 Colorist - Tim Masick Producer - Ryan Moncrief

Special Thanks to Sloane Skala and Josh Ferrazzano

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aristocratslog · 9 months

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SKIN & BONE from Eli Powers on Vimeo.

A drifter begins suffering horrifying visions after taking a job on a secluded farm.

Written & Directed by: Eli Powers

CAST Serene: Amanda Seyfried Christian: Thomas Sadoski

CREW Director of Photography: Aidan Sheldon Exec. Producer: Amanda Seyfried Producer: Holly Furman Producer: Thaddeus Bouska Editor: Colin Smith Sound Design: Jack Goodman Music & Lyrics: Ruby Wolf Production Design: Kelsey Barrett Colorist: Kaitlyn Battistelli Sound Mix: Jack Straton Production Manager: Sarah Bowers Gaffer: Adam Siler Key Grip: Luke Becker-Lowe 1st AC: Ryan Shaw SFX Makeup: Nick Verdi VFX: Arnold Aldridge Stills & Leadman: Alex Bickford Key PA: Danica Jensen Animal Wrangler: Shannon Hughes Poster / Title Design: Stephen Kelly

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remixinc · 9 months

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Brie Larson for Nissan DC from Amber Grace Johnson on Vimeo.

Production: @objectandanimal Le Mans Production: @phantasm EP: James Cunningham Producer: @stinemoisen Production Supervisor: Shawn Janoski Asst. Production Supervisor: Anastasia Counihan Talent Coordinator: Shane Palmer 1st AD Kenneth Taylor 2nd AD Antonio Blackman

DP: @Khalidmohtaseb Camera Op: @andrewlikescoffee 1st AC: @lucasdeans 2nd AC: Edgar Garcia DIT: Mark Wilenkin Camera Car: Mike Majeski Camera Car Crane Op: Russel Prior Camera Car Remote Head: Will Zignego Drone Pilot: Andrew Petersen Drone Op: Jake Howard Drone Tech: Bryce Stewart Camera Op: Josh Hak Gimbol Op: Cory Hart Gaffer: @jeffferrero Best Elec: Mark Mann Electric: Jake Ferrero & Eddie Reid Electric Driver: Kevin Smith Key Grip: Ray Garcia Best Grip: Erik Hill Grips: Craig Riley, Pat Carr, Ryan Nunya Grip Driver: Dane Harvey Sound Mixer: Charlie Slemaker Boom Op: Allister Mann VTR Assts: Oskar Salas & Jarrod Butler Script Supervisor: Marsha Gnaizda Production Designer: @rtylerevans Asst Art Directors: @goosay & Eric Palmer Set Decorator: Noam Karl  Coordinator: Carolyn Hauk Leadman: Jon Gombas Dressers: Thoe Chon & Corey Glenn Effects: Carlos Perez Driver: Victor Camarillo Stunt Coordinator: Mike Johnson Stunt Driver: Sera Trimble Stunt Driver: Brett Smrz

VFX: @millchannel VFX Supervisor: @reblaked_vfx Stylist: @chloeandchenelle Makeup: Angela Peralta Hair: Rachel Bonner-Mason

Editor 1: Jeff Buchanan at Final Cut Editor 2: Sophie Solomon at Final Cut Colorist: @mikolour

Agency: EP: Sumer Friedrichs ECD: David Banta Associate CD: Shannon Murphy Senior Art Director: Alyssa Fishman Senior Art Director: Aldis Rasums Senior Copywriter: Mike Breighner Business Director: Barney Baxter

Le Mans Shoot: @Phantasm Producer: @anthonybargis Line Producer: Tom Bertrand Production Coordinator: Lucas Demerdjibachian AD: Franck Percher France DP: Laurent Rodriguez @laurentdop

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oceanburned · 6 years

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update my neighbour came into the house to steal some soy sauce thinking nobody was home and because the lights were out i had to confront him in the dark he was so embarrassed hahaha poor guy but in good news he got the lights working whoo

#also i've given up on going out with my friends #put all that makeup on for nothing #if i had known they wanted to go out late i would have had a long nap first #but now I'm too tired #also the neighbour is a friend and has a key that sounded a bit weird otherwise #shush shannon

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evening-starlight · 3 years

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Survival Mode

After a messy fight, Britney falls into a survival state of mind.

T/W: Mentions of traumatic past, fighting, yelling, cursing, mentions of alcohol.

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Britney looks at Chris over the counter, horrified by the words he just said. "Are you fucking serious, Christopher?" She seethes. "We have been non-stop fighting for weeks, and you think having a damn party is a good idea?"

Since Chris came back from filming his new movie three weeks ago, they have been at each other's throats. Everything Britney did was wrong or annoying. One fight was brought on just because she was chewing too loud. All Britney wanted was to enjoy her time with Chris after not seeing him for months, but everything turned into a fight with them.

"We've had this planned for months, Britney," Chris retaliates, throwing his hands up. "It's like you don't even listen to me anymore. You act like I'm doing this for me when you're stupid friends are coming too."

"My stupid friends?" Britney yells, walking away from Chris. "Jesus fuck, Chris. Tell me how you really feel about my stupid friends." Chris sighs and pulls at his hair.

"It's not fucking like that, Brit. There you go again, presuming shit." The anger boils hotter in their veins. Both of their faces grow red, and their breath elevates. "Can we not have a fucking civil conversation anymore, Britney? I don't even know how to talk to you anymore. Everything I do is wrong and irritating to you." Chris continues to yell, running his hands through his hair in frustration.

"What are you fucking talking about?" Britney yells louder, throwing her hands in the air. "You started a fight because I was breathing too loud one night. Who are you to say that you irritated me when you slept on the couch?"

The need to run in Britney was getting stronger with every harsh word exchanged between the two. She was so tired of fighting with Chris every time she showed her face that she might as well not live in his house anymore.

"Whatever, Chris," She huffs, making her way past Chris and towards the front door. "Have fun at your stupid fucking party and call me when you're ready to have a "civil conversation" as you put it." Britney continues to snap as she grabs her keys from the hooks.

"Where the hell do you think you're going, Britney?" Chris yells, following his girlfriend to the front. Britney turns around and glares at Chris.

"Away from here," She yells, opening the door front to leave. Chris growls and rushes forward. He slams the door harshly, rattling the pictures on the wall and causing Dodger to perk up from the couch in concern.

"The hell you are. We have guests coming over. What would everyone think if you weren't here?" Chris yells, keeping his hand firmly on the door and towering over Britney. She cowers underneath him as his hot breath hits her square in the face as he continues to yell at her.

The unbridled anger in his eyes was terrifying. Britney had never seen him so upset over anything before. And the fact that she was the cause of that anger made something inside Britney snap.

A cold, dark feeling rushes through Britney as Chris inches closer, continuing his tirade. She could feel the spit coming from his foul mouth, hitting her in the face. Like a light switch, Britney changes from a scared, cowardly girl into an emotionless faker.

Chris must have seen the switch because he backs away and looks Britney over. "You're right. I'm sorry," She apologizes, plastering on a fake smile. "We can talk about this when the party is over, okay? Let me go get ready, and I'll help you set up after," She says before turning on her heel and making her way upstairs to the bathroom.

Her breaths are shaky as she changes into a yellow sundress as quickly as she could. The flashbacks won't cease as Britney looks at herself in the bathroom mirror. Sleepless nights, bruises, and slammed doors replay in vivid colors. Her face won't show it, but her insides are in extreme turmoil.

The flips her stomach was doing enough to make a rookie throw up on the spot. But this wasn't Britney's first time feeling like this. When Britney first started dating Chris, she thought she had escaped her past. That was one of the most naive things Britney ever thought.

Once her makeup was on, Britney made her way downstairs with a fake smile and pep in her step. "What do you need help with, Babe?" She asks, voice lace with such fake enthusiasm even she thought it was real.

Chris looks back at her quickly before going back to setting foods out for their guests. "I got it," He says with a flat voice. Britney comes up behind Chris and rests her head on his back to ease his tension. He shakes her off with a low huff.

Before Britney can ask Chris anything, there's a knock on the door, startling the couple. "Can you get that?" Chris asks, refusing to look at Britney.

"Already on it, Babe," Britney chirps, skipping to the front door. She swings it open to see Scott and Lisa with a pack of Chris's favorite beer. "Hey guys," She greets, welcoming them in.

Soon after, a steady trickle of their friends begins until everyone is hanging around the house or the back yard. Britney stays close to Chris, afraid, if she leaves his side, it'll lead to another fight. She laughs at all the jokes and puts on her best fake attitude.

Chris tips his beer back, getting the last of the alcohol out. The couple was sitting outside surrounded by a few of their friends. "Oh, Babe, do you want another?" Britney asks, already grabbing the empty bottle from him.

"I can get it," Chris says, already getting out of his lawn chair. Britney shakes her head with the same smile that's been plastered on her face for the last two hours.

"Nonsense. I'll get it," Britney waves off, walking away before Chris can protest. Shannon, Britney's best friend, follows closely after.

"What happened?" Shannon interrogates once the girls are alone in the kitchen. Britney looks back and shrugs.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Shan," Britney lies. It was her survival mode in full throttle. Her brain didn't know what a threat was and what wasn't anymore. But she sure as hell was faking it well. Shannon raises an eyebrow and places a hand on her hip. "What?"

"Don't what me, Berny. I know something happened. You've had the same stupid smile plastered on your face all night. I know you better than that. So, what happened?" Shannon knew Britney like the back of her hand. Sometimes better than Britney knew herself. Britney sighs and checks around for anyone listening in.

"Chris and I have been fighting since he got home. Before everyone showed up, he slammed the door before I could leave," Britney explains in a hushed tone. Her barrier was slowly coming down, but she couldn't cry in front of all her friends. Shannon gasps and holds onto Britney's arms.

"Did he hurt you? Because I swear to God," Shannon starts, the protective side of her coming out. Britney shakes her head quickly.

"No. Oh, God, no. Chris would never touch me like that," Britney says. "But that was so un-Chris-like I don't know what to do," She continues, sucking in deep breaths so she doesn't break down in the middle of a party in her kitchen.

The girls go silent as they hear someone enter the kitchen. Britney's eyes find the floor when Shannon turns around to see who it is. "Can I have a second?" Chris asks, sending Britney back into her survival mode. Shannon looks at Britney for permission to leave, to which Britney nods.

"I'm sorry, I have your beer right here, Hun," Britney says when Shannon leaves, handing the bottle to Chris. "I got distracted with Shannon," Britney starts to excuse. Chris sets his beer on the counter behind Britney and pulls her into a tight, grounding hug. "Oh," Britney exclaims, slowly wrapping her arms around Chris's middle. "What's this for?"

"Do I need a reason to hug my sweet girlfriend?" Chris asks, resting his cheek on her head. Britney shrugs. This wasn't what she was expecting, but it was a pleasant surprise. "I'm sorry," Chris whispers, voice cracking at the end. "I shouldn't have gotten so cross with you and should have given you time to cool down. It was so unfair of me, and I hope you can forgive me."

Those were the words that made Britney lose it. She hugs Chris tighter and starts to sniffle. It was all that she ever wanted to hear in her past, and finally, someone was saying it to her. Someone who loved her more than anything to suck up their pride and ego and apologize when he was in the wrong. Britney pulls away and looks up to the sky, willing the tears away. She wasn't going to ruin her makeup look over something as silly as an apology.

Chris smiles down at her kindly and waits for her to get control over her tears. He knew how much she loved her expensive mascara. "When everyone leaves, I would love to sit down and talk things out with you. Civilly," Chris says. Britney nods and hugs Chris again.

"I would really love that, Chris."

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arcadianstuff · 3 years

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Can ask for a cheerleader reader and douxie, like they are from rival schools but meet at a game and they really like each other

I love this !! 1000% yes !!!

“Come on girls, hair and makeup needs to be done in ten minutes !” You called out into the changing room filled with giggling cheerleaders.

It was a Saturday evening, and a big football game was happening between your school, Arcadia Oaks High, and their arch rival, Arcadia Oaks Academy. Even thinking about the school made your blood boil. They had a nasty tradition of pranking your school the night before a game. One year you’d ended up drenched in red paint, ruining your hair and makeup. It took ages to wash it all off.

Not only that but the student were the worst. Tight Jeans Hank was a player if you’d ever seen it, and had broken Mary’s heart. But the worst had to be Hisirdoux Casperan. His name alone made your blood boil and hands clench into fists. Since the day he’d moved into town the two of you had been at odds. As another magical being you felt threatened that he’d stumbled into your territory. You didn’t trust outsiders, certainly not strange guys with rude cat famialirs.

Also He worked at Mr. Benoits as one of your coworkers so there was no escaping him. You hated his stupid skull necklace and black hair with blue dyed tips. Who did he think he was, coming onto your turf as a sorcerer and stealing all the good magical items ?! Not only that but he always seemed to go out of his way to piss you off.

Also that English accent was definitely not real ! He was totally faking it !

“(Y/n) I need help with my hair it just won’t behave !” Mary yelled upset, flinging her hairbrush onto the side in frustration. You were brought out of your angry, rage filled thoughts by her whining, and quickly ran over to stop her tantrum.

“I’ve got you, no worries girl.” You said reassuringly smiling at her as you picked up the comb, and started to pull her hair up into a high ponytail.

As the head cheerleader you felt a level of protectiveness over your team, plus you were the oldest as a senior in the high school (and nearly 800 years old as a magical being). Girls like Mary and Shannon (who you had struggled to convince to join the team since she was very shy and not to confident) looked up to you.

There was no pressure on your team to look or act a certain way. You hated all the stereotypes about cheerleaders and were trying to get rid of them. For one the uniform ou guys wore came in a variety of styles. If a girl wanted they could wear a short skirt and crop top, but if they didn’t there was also shorts, T-shirt’s or leggings instead. All had your schools logo and colours.

You personally liked the short skirt and cropped top, you knew it bugged Douxie to see you wearing it. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you and it pissed him off that you could do that to him. You on the other hand loved the power it gave you.

“There we go, you look great Mary.” Tying a neat bow into her hair you stepped back to let her eye your work in the mirror.

“You’re the best (y/n) !! I look fabulous !” She whipped out her phone to take a selfie which you rolled your eyes at.

Teenagers.

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Douxie rarely came to things like high school football games, he wasn’t one for school events. Zoe has to drag him to prom, and he spent the short, thirty minutes he could manage there complaining about the awful music. However he knew that this game was against Arcadia Oaks high school. And he also knew that a certain girl was head of the cheerleading squad.

Douxie had laughed so loudly when he found out you were a cheerleader at work in one of your sarcasm-filled conversations. The amount of jokes he made like ‘give me a C for (y/n) can’t count properly’ or you being a ‘dumb cheerleader’. He’d planned on coming today to enjoy watching you embarrass yourself so he could tease you about it at work.

But then Douxie saw you and your team run onto the field And any thoughts of mocking you flew out of his mind, along with his drink which he dropped in shock, splashing the poor person in front of him.

You were clad in a skirt and top, both in your school colours, with a neat bow tied in your hair. The lively smile on your face made you look electric.

You looked really good. Like Douxie, who’s been alive for 919 years, has never seen anything that good good.

“Mordrax’s miracles.” He whispered, breathless as you and the other girls danced along to the music, pom poms flying in the air.

From atop of the pyramid formation, you and your team had taken, you noticed a certain punk rock guy in the bleachers surrounding the field. And you also noticed his shell shocked expression.

A mischievous grin spread across your face as you were launched into the air, flipping gracefully before the bases caught you. You weren’t daft. Douxie had practically been drooling the way he was looking at you, and it made your heart leap.

There might be some tension between the two of you but it wasn’t all bad.

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For some reason Douxie hung back when the game ended. Even though everybody else was filing out of the bleachers, and into the streets of Arcadia, he found himself rooted to his seat. Well he had some idea why.

Maybe, just maybe, he’d get to see a certain cheerleader.

You bid the girls farewell, hugging Mary and Shannon goodbye as you headed out of the changing rooms. As your skin met the bitter winters night air you started to regret not brining a jacket. Shivering a little you rubbed your arms up and down as you turned to walk out of the field, lit by a few lampposts.

“Cold love ?” A British-accented voice asked aloud.

A scowl crossed your features as you recognised the smug owner of said voice. With a dramatic sigh you turned on your heel to glower at the one and only Hisirdoux Casperan.

“What’s it to you Casperan ? Also quick side note scene hasn’t been a thing since the early 2000s.” You sneered at him, putting your hands on your hips.

“Well darling I was going to offer you my jacket but I don’t feel quite so compelled now.” He answered smirking at the annoyed look on your face.

In all honesty he did feel a little bad for you. It was a chilly night and yet here you were in a tiny skirt and top. Honestly he knew you were dumb but really.

“Well I don’t want your stupid jacket ! It’s a lovely clear night !” You yelled at him, before turning around marching away. however you only got two steps before the heavens decided to open.

It began to rain, the droplets hitting your bare skin, making your slight shivering turn into fall on shaking. You cursed the gods who decided your life was a comedy routine.

However you kept walking, not wanting to be near Douxie anymore. The giddy feeling in your chest at being near him was quickly being overtaken by sheer annoyance. With a huff you tried to march away until Douxie reached out and grabbed your hand.

“Love as stubborn as you are, you can’t walk home in this. Come on I’ll give you a lift back.” He offered, for once sounding sincere.

Hesitating for a moment you looked him up and down, noting how his face had softened, the way his lovely dark eyes were focused on your so intently.

“Thanks.....Casperan.” You said awkwardly, unused to being civil with Douxie.

The boy smiled at you, chuckling a little at your awkward tone. As you both turned to walk to his car he unzipped his jacket and threw it at you.

“What the hell casperan !” You yelled, before quietening down once you realised he’d given you his jacket - abruptly sure, but he’d still done it.

Without saying anything you slipped the dark blue jacket on loving the feeling of warmth. The faint smell of pine trees and old books mixed with scent of the falling rain, and you couldnt help but take a deep breath in.

Douxie watched a content smile grace your face, and could feel his heart beat start to pick up. He prayed to Merlín that his cheeks weren’t as red as tomatoes. The sight of you in his jacket was doing things to him.

A sudden clap of thunder startled the pair of you and hurriedly you chased after Douxie, who made his way over to his car. You were dripping wet once you got inside the comfort of the vehicle, letting out a sheepish laugh.

“Sorry about your car seat.” You mumbled, rubbing your arm sheepishly. The leather of Douxies jacket was covered in rain and it dampened your fingers.

From beside you, Douxie glanced your way as he turned his keys in the ignition. The roar of the car was overtaken by another clap of thunder, a bolt of lightning shimmering through the sky.

It’s golden light lit up your face for a few seconds and Douxie’s breath caught in his throat, stunned for a second time today at your appearance. A few strands of hair were stuck to your cheeks, which were coloured with pink. Completed with your glowing eyes he couldn’t help but think how beautiful you were, especially when you weren’t saying something sarcastic.

“It’s no problem at all love....” he flashed you a small smile before reversing out of the parking lot and driving steadily down the streets of Arcadia.

The two of you, soaking wet form the rain, driving through the quiet streets to the soundtrack of a thunderstorm; it was quite romantic. For the first time you both were enjoying each other’s company, in peace and quiet.

It left you almost feeling unnerved, a slight tension building in the close confinement’s of Douxies car. You went to break the ice first but Douxie already started to speak;

“So umm where should I drop you ?” He asked, finally realising he actually had no idea where you lived.

“Oh uh Peach street, I live in an apartment above the flower shop there.” You quickly responded, a little embarrassed that you’d been so stupid.

Quickly, the pair of you were both engulfed in silence once again, as Douxie turned left down the street. He was struggling to think of anything to say. You guys had the odd witty, sarcastic conversation but never really spoke. There was attraction definitely, but your interests remained unvoiced. Hell the pair of you had never even spoken about your shared magical talents.

Until now.

“I know you’re a wizard.” Blunt as a butter knife, your words caught him off guard a little. He’d wondered when you would have this conversation.

Since the moment Douxie first met you, at Benoit’s on his first day at work, he knew you were a wizard like him, or soreceress rather.

He could easily sense your magic, an aura of red, so fiery and bright it caught him off guard, surrounded you. Whereas you felt the cool blue aura that shrouded the teen, calm but telling of how powerful he was.

“Blunt as ever love. And I know you’re a sorceress. A pretty powerful one at that, or just pretty.” He winked at you, a smirk on his face as he saw you roll your eyes.

“So....now that’s our in the open. Why did you come here ? You know this is my territory right ?” Your long buried resentment at his arrival here was starting to surface, an edge to your tone.

Douxie sucked in a breath, “it’s a long story really, but this place it’s special. I’m sure you’re aware of everything’s that’s go on here.”

A smirk made its way across your face as you thought about the magical nature of Arcadia. You were all too aware of what happened in this town.

“Trust me Im aware. Last week I had to send an incubus back to purgatory outside my school. And then after, spent the day cleaning up the messes left behind by a bunch of chanelings.”

Before you knew it, you were ranting all about your magical problems. It felt nice to have someone to talk to, besides your familair there was nobody else you could vent to.

“It’s nice you know, to actually be able to talk to someone about this...” You started, trailing off as you felt your nerves growing.

Douxie pulled up outside your apartment, the car rolling to a stop. He turned to you and noted the small pink tint on your cheeks, and the way you were fiddling with the hem of his jacket. A pang rang through his chest at the fact that you would go now.

“Well if you want to talk some more we could go grab something to eat ?” He asked a little unsure but hopeful.

Your face broke out into a large grin.

“I’d love to Casperan.”

With a quick turn of the wheel, you both sped down your street, laughter filling the car.

#douxie x reader #trollhunters #douxie #tales of arcadia #toa #x reader

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Rico Nasty photographed by Elle Hioe, makeup by Shannon Key

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“Hello?” Buck holds his phone to his face and listens intently to the other end.

“I understand.” He was laughing, and now all of his joy is in a puddle of the floor.

He sighs and plops down on the bench. He sighs again.

“What was that, Buck?” Hen asks, leaning against the lockers.

“I have to go to Pennsylvania.” He searches for a plane ticket without thinking about it.

“Why?” Chimney’s obviously has heard about what went on in Pennsylvania. He can’t contain his disgust, and it would be dramatic if it wasn’t so on the nose.

“My mom died today. In a fire.”

“Oh, Buck. I’m so sorry.” Buck leans into Hen’s touch.

“When’s the funeral?” Chimney asks quietly.

“Friday.” Chimney walks off without a word, pulling out his phone as he heads in the direction of Bobby’s office. Eddie takes a seat next to Buck, offering his sympathy without saying anything.

What’s it going to be like, going back? Last he checked, his father was still mad about him going to LA, and his mom, well. She’s dead now. He couldn’t not go to the funeral. If for one reason only, for Maddie. She still had to tell her parents Doug was dead. And Buck, he had other things to tell them.

Chimney returns to the three of them, who hadn’t moved. “Do you need to..?” he trails off, and looks down at his phone when it chimes and immediately back up. “Because if you do, I cleared it for you already.” Buck looks up at him and nods stiffly.

“I should call Maddie.” Buck dials her number and is met with her sobbing profusely.

“Yeah, Mads, I’ll be there.” He doesn’t bother to change out of his work clothes, and just grabs his bag, pulling the rest of them into a group hug. He hangs up and savors the embrace for a minute until he leaves.

He leaves the rest of them looking at his retreating form, and Eddie’s the first one to say anything. “I have to tell Chris im going on a trip.” He walks toward Bobby’s office just like Chimney did not 10 minutes ago.

When Chimney, Maddie and buck land in Hershey, there is no one waiting for them. They just go to the hotel. It was decided from the time they booked their flights that they wouldn’t be staying anywhere near the Buckley house.

But they are going to dinner that night. The three of them were dressed impeccably. Maddie is anxiously crying over introducing Chimney to her father. Chimney is comforting her, and Buck is on a phone call with Eddie. Listening to Eddie had a way of calming Buck down.

“We gotta go Buck.” Maddie’s says, her makeup flawless again. He waves to Eddie and braces himself for the train wreck that is bound to happen.

“Hello, Evan, Madeline...” the Buckley patriarch begins.

“Howie. My boyfriend.” Maddie supplies, visibly twitching. Chimney sticks his hand out and Mr. Buckley shakes it solemnly.

“So what do you do, Mr...?”

“Han. And I’m a firefighter with Bu-Evan.” Chimney replies, sitting down at the table last.

Mr. Buckley makes a tsk noise and turns to the menu. No one says anything until after they order, Buck staying uncharacteristically silent and Maddie and Chimney drinking wine like water. They are going to need a lot to get through this. Mr. Buckley has a way of making everyone tense. He isn’t even doing anything, but old wounds don’t go away with time.

“Is there anything we need to do before tomorrow?” Buck whispers, swirling his wine around in the glass.

“There wouldn’t be a tomorrow if you hadn’t run off to Los Angeles.” Mr. Buckley doesn’t blink while he burns Buck with his gaze.

“I didn’t run, as much as you shoved me out.” Buck mutters, downing the rest of his glass.

“Shoved you out?!”

“Yes. Dad, you knew what you were doing when you gave me that ultimatum.” Buck struggles to keep his voice steady.

“Can we just enjoy a meal together?” Mr. Buckley says, taking the plate from the waiter and shooting Buck yet another death glare. Maddie and a Chimney both look at their plates like they’re the most interesting thing in world.

“So, Dad, how’s work?” Maddie tries to defuse the situation, squeezing both Buck and Chimney’s hands before she takes a tense bite of her food.

“Busy. I’ve been working nonstop double shifts to avoid having to plan another funeral. God rest their souls.”

“I wish I could’ve met her.” Chimney whispers, fondly remembering Kevin, and his own mother. Maddie squeezes his hand under the table again.

“And you would’ve, if someone would’ve stayed where he belongs.” The words wouldn’t have their meaning if there wasn’t a death glare involved.

“I’m out.” Buck gets up and throws a few bills down on the table. Maddie runs after him and Chimney follows, leaving his own bundle of cash on the table. Buck is already halfway to the car by the time Maddie and Chimney make it there.

“Buck! Hey!”

Buck doesn’t turn around until he recognizes the voice. It’s Eddie. “What’s wrong?” he says. Buck flies into his arms. “Buck, talk to me.”

“Hey, Eddie.” Maddie and Chimney say from near the trunk. Eddie waves, but his mind is actually on Buck. He looks up to see someone striding across the parking lot. All at once, he’s running toward him with a vengeance.

Maddie pulls off her shoes and sets them on the trunk and runs after them. Chimney runs after them, Eddie specifically, while Buck looks dumbfounded.

“Lay off, Diaz!” Chimney pulls a seething Eddie back and all but drags him back to the car. Maddie is more angry than Eddie, if that’s possible. It’s probably lucky the three guys can’t hear her.

“Why’d you do that, Eds?” Buck whispers when Eddie isn’t breathing fire. Eddie looks over at him and shrugs. He bumps his shoulder against Bucks lightly.

“I got your back.”

Maddie returns and holds her hand out for her shoes. “Well. Eddie, are you sober?”

“Um. Yes?”

“Great. You can drive!” She tosses him the keys and climbs in to the car. The other three look at her in disbelief for a second and decide not to question Maddie.

“So what did you say to him?” Buck says to her.

“I just said, if you want to hurt my baby brother, you’ll have to go through me, your beloved daughter. And he just sighed. So that’s a good sign, I think, at least it was when I was 16.”

“Thanks, Mads.” She nods in reply and motions for Eddie to take a left. Maddie and Chimney head up to the room, while Buck and Eddie stay behind.

“I thought you left street fighting behind months ago.” Buck says, looking at Eddie with a smirk playing on his lips.

“That was a parking lot, not the same.”

“Same difference.” Eddie snickers in reply and lets Buck rest his head on his shoulders.

“What did he say, Buck?”

“It was nothing.”

“Yeah, okay. Tell me about your mom then.”

Buck sighs and looks back at his memories of his mom. She was a lawyer, and she was the best. She didn’t get that far without hard work. Which didn’t leave much time for him or Maddie. She was better than his dad, when she wasn’t at work. She was nice, and sweet. But she wasn’t around much, so the nice things fell to the wayside when she took on more and more and more cases.

“She was a workaholic. But she was funny. Even when she’d be working, she never miss a chance to crack a joke. She could’ve been a comedian, but she always said she was too smart for that. So she went to law school with an 8 year old, and got pregnant with me. She missed her graduation having me, and then she never made time again. Never too busy to crack a joke, but too busy for her son.”

Buck sighs again and all the tension seeps out of him. “I’ll miss talking to her. Wasn’t often, but...”

Eddie turns to hug him close and let him work his grief out, even just a little bit of it. The sun goes down over them, but they don’t move.

“Hey, you should get some sleep. It’s been a long day.”

“Thanks.”

“No problem. Come on.”

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The next day, the Buckley siblings, Chimney and Eddie, walk out of the lobby dressed to the 7s. They don’t speak on the way to the funeral.

“You okay?” Chimney and Eddie say to Maddie and Buck respectively.

They both nod and squeeze hands. And they walk into the church, with Eddie and Chimney following quickly behind them. They take their seats, and wait. A chain of squeezes makes its way down the group, like they are in high school again. Nostalgia has its ways of making the worst times a little more bearable.

So the chain starts again when Buck and Maddie go to say goodbye. It’s a bit weird to talk to an urn, but neither of them seem to mind. They stand shoulder to shoulder and talk.

“I wish I had a joke for you, Mom.” Maddie begins.

“What was E.T. short for?” Buck supplies, wiping a stray tear out of his eye.

“Because he had little legs.” Maddie said, while crying softly. “That was her favorite.”

“We miss you mom. Be good.”

“We love you.”

They turn around to see their father looking at them, with a mix of pride, guilt and sadness. “I’m sorry. For giving you the ultimatum.”

“I forgave you a long time ago.”

“Then why didn’t you come home?”

“My home is in LA, Dad. With Maddie and Chimney. And Eddie, and his son Chris. With my friends. With the family I chose.”

“You chose them? Over me.”

“You chose work over me. Over us.” Buck gestures to him and Maddie.

“You’re right.” He sighs. And sighs again. And walks out to the car. He leaves the four of them and the funeral attendant in the church, not exactly reeling or stunned, but off kilter.

“Let’s go.” The four of them grab hands and walk out, heads down low.

—

“Why did you come all the way here?” Buck asks Eddie, back at the hotels parking lot underneath the setting sun once again.

“I didn’t want you to be alone.” Eddie replies.

“That’s..” Buck turns one corner of his lips up. “Really sweet. Thank you.”

“You did it for me. I’m only returning the favor.” Eddie half smiles back.

“Do you miss Shannon?” Buck says after a second.

“Everyday.”

Buck squeezes Eddie’s hand a little and they just barely move to smile at each other.

“I used to be angry at her, because she asked for a divorce. And then she died.” He scoffs. “And then I moved my anger to you. Worst time of my life, being angry at you.”

“Thank you for forgiving me.”

“I can’t stay mad at you.”

The stars twinkle and both of them watch them, the only sound the rhythm of their breathing.

“Make a wish.” Buck points to a shooting star and shuts his eyes, whispering a wish.

“I already have everything I ever wanted.” Eddie squeezes Buck to him and pecks him on the cheek.

“Me too.”

#fanfiction #9-1-1 #9-1-1 fanfiction #evan buckley #911 #buck #buckley siblings #chimney han #angst #maddie #chimney x maddie #buddie #buddie fics #madney #funeral #honestly this is a trainwreck but whatevs

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I wanted to request the “OC dressed by other OC” things but you’ve got so many!!! And they’re all so cool!! Would you mind saying what some of your favourite ones’ styles are (i.e. mod, psychedelic, hippie, glam, etc.)?

Love your art❤️

oh I am always up to talk about my characters and thank you for sending this!! I appreciate these sorta things because it’s a nice message AND I get to talk about my characters which helps me actually figure them out lmao

and I know you’re asking for my favourites but that is subject to change and I want to talk about all of them. and I’m not entirely sure exactly what styles of dress they each come under but I’ll use the terms where I see fit, and I’ll just. ramble about their individual dress styles. that’s the same thing right!

this is gonna be long (spoiler alert: IT IS) so to keep things short for those who don’t want to scroll through a mile long post, I’ll put it under the cut

so I’m gonna start with the starstrucks because they ARE my like. main characters. I am planning something with them which is in its very early stages of development but I’m hoping that when things around me settle down I can work on it a bit better than what I have (but I procrastinate the things I WANT to do so we’ll see. feel free to nag me about it though)

roger claire: considering he’s like. the main-main character (not intended, that was meant to be snowy but HERE WE ARE) his outfits and style of dress changes a lot but also it’s not that creative for a lot of it. at the start he wears more mod clothing, but he’s not that daring since he is pretty cautious. he had a strict family. anyway around 1965 he starts getting a lot more daring and he’s definitely not an extravagant dresser he does know how to dress sharply despite that so you get things like his peacoat that I DEFINITELY didn’t copy directly from micky dolenz on the cover of more of the monkees, and that really heavily decorated overcoat that’s 18th-century inspired but also Groovy, y’know? that sorta thing carries over into the seventies where he pretty much wears shirts with the sleeves rolled up, light coloured trousers, and a few t-shirts because Variety™. haven’t really thought about beyond that but he’d probably dress like a cool dad

pete sutton: he’s got sensory issues so he’s even MORE cautious in dress style than roger. main thing is turtlenecks though. and a lot of purple. there’s a quote about ray davies being the kink most likely to wear a tie offstage and I think pete’s the starstrucks’ equivalent

snowy smith: he’s got the most defined wardrobe out of the lot of them! black-and-blue striped jumper, a black peacoat, blue jeans, blue-green shirts, his leather jacket (which has blue-violet stripes on it so it’s unique from the million other jackets I draw) since he’s definitely on the rocker side of things and cuban-heeled beatle boots he doesn’t need since he’s already 6′1

charlie morris: REALLY mod. at the start of the story he has a collarless jacket with pink trimmings. his colours are yellow and green but I also always end up drawing him in red

davey peacock: mod, but the mod that your parents approve of. does get a bit more adventurous when his uncle, the manager, gets fired, and I gave him a union jack jacket like pete townshend had at some point lol. he also gives hippie clothing a shot around 1968 and in the eighties he has a mullet and not a good one

rory locking: SO MUCH ORANGE. aviator sunglasses, collared shirts with the first two buttons undone, his kinda short jacket that’s plasticky leather with a fluffy lining (those style jackets have a particular name don’t they? I can’t remember it) but like. there’s so much orange. why did I do that my markers are dying

mick lily: light was denim. that’s about it.

next we have the midnight delusions

jimmy jade: scarves. he has a gold embroidered black suit that I’ve drawn a couple of times and ALWAYS regret it because OW, pink, and a lot of black

teddy van alst: he has a leather jacket. wears interesting trousers and really plain shirts typically. he’s the one with the cool glam makeup even though it’s 1966 and glam isn’t exactly a thing yet. he’s a rocker though

arthur floyd: has a leather jacket like his bf teddy! it has roses embroidered on it. he has a rose sorta aesthetic going on, along with the blue-and-gold star outfit that I drew him in a couple of times. he’s sort of a carnaby street mod if that’s a thing lol

lucky littleproud: gonna be real with you he’s boring he wears colourful shirts and trousers that’s about it. I haven’t worked on him much :(

peter morrison: between hippie and mod. definitely more on the hippie side compared to his sibling

stevie maple (counting him here even though he kinda isn’t a Member): textured shirts, he’s more of an american mod. considering he IS american (unfortunately)

all of those side characters I have absolutely no idea how to group but are part of the same story as those two bands:

sylvia chase: mod, but she also doesn’t put much effort into her appearance. that’s the best way to describe her style

holly keys: she’s a model so literally whatever is the ‘hottest’ trend

james cassidy-bell: he dresses like brian jones in the early-mid sixties

katherine robinson: mod, and then the most avant-garde things she can find if she’s going in public. and a lot of red lipstick (that’s her Thing)

morgan morrison: MOD but also like that sorta soft aesthetic thing that was popular in like. 2017. because why not am I right

christopher goldstein: he is also a model but I draw him in really dandy-ish stuff a lot. him and jimmy sorta have a prep/goth dynamic going on

and that’s about it for the characters who really are gonna appear often enough to bother describing their dress styles! moving on now

keith neptune: band tshirts and anything with patches on it.

nico (haven’t come up with his surname yet, if y’all have suggestions I’ll take it): baggy jeans, sneakers, baggy tshirts, and has a denim vest with patches on it but Different types of patches to keith. if keith has the sorta etsy partches nico has ‘I pickpocketed these from a bikey who hasn’t showered in a month from a servo in the middle of nowhere’ patches

grey: they have a brow leather jacket that I think was inspired by jim morrison, a stamp out the beatles jumper, and a really big and motheaten black woolen jumper which they wear with beatle-boots, a white collared shirt, and like. not black jeans but very desaturated blue jeans that happen to be very dark

jude anne sutton (yes I know she and pete have the same surname they’re not related they’re in different universes): mod. enough said

rene shannon: mod but boring. he’s Repressed y’know

leslie (I’m gonna change her surname lol): honestly mainly shift dresses and that one really simple black-and-white dress, and their ripoff black watch tartan jacket, and tall boots.

danny: honestly? he dresses like a mod but at heart he’s a rocker. he’s a rocker who washes

that One character I won’t name: it’s complicated. he goes from trying to be a teddy boy with the rest of his friends and then it goes a little wrong and they fight about it and then they discover early rocker culture and he sticks with that for a while and then starts dabbling in more mod stuff and then DEFINITELY his style changes into the dandy stuff of the middle of the sixties. you know the stuff I’m talking about. and then he’s a hippie for about two seconds and goes back to dandy stuff but throws a few of his old rocker pieces back in. THEN he has a breakdown and fucks off to america for three years (returning home like twice for two days before fucking off again) where he’s got a peacoat, his old leather jacket, a turtleneck, a few shirts, and two pairs of jeans. that’s it. for three years. and workboots obviously because he’s trainhopping. I have that part very worked out as you can tell!

harper (character I have sketched exactly Once but have his style very sorted out): he starts off pretending to be a teddy boy in the way that a fifteen-year-old with a highly overprotective and lowkey horrible mother would probably be. he is also kinda Broke for that exact reason. and then he and the above character get into more rocker stuff and that’s probably where the two drift apart and where rene/jude/leslie/whoever else I may come up with would come in

anyway!!! I think that’s every character I have a defined style for. some of it’s a little hard to explain but I hope this cleared things up. I have also had a migraine for most of today so my ability to use words is extra impaired lmao!

and I’m so sorry for just. rambling. but I do have a lot of characters and I love them all so much and I’m so happy you like them too!!!

#ocs #oc band #ask/#text/#I warn you. it's a Lot #and thank you I needed the excuse to just TALK about them and ik it's not what you asked for exactly but it's something right????#but like. I dunno if I know things well enough to say definitively 'that character is a mod and that one's a rocker' and if they even FIT s #because as you can tell if you're reading this some of them have less of a neat square box of fashion they fit in and more a colour or a pa #particular article of clothing #this post made my browser crash. oops

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Sunrise, Sunset

A Behind The Scenes Look At Sunset Beach

Soap Opera Weekly Magazine, 1998

There is a friendly feeling that permeates the Sunset Beach set, one that makes you feel at ease the moment you enter the NBC studio in Burbank,Calif.

"Sunset Beach" is one of the happiest sets I've ever worked on," Gordon Thompson (A.J.) concurs. "It's wonderful being back at the same studio with the same show initials, same dressing room, same crew for the most part (Thompson played Santa Barbara's Mason Capwell). The show itself has a wonderfully optimistic quality. So much so I think of it as The Little Engine that Could."

It's about 10 a.m., as the show's publicist, Jonathan Zaleski, guides this SOAP OPERA WEEKLY reporter through the hallways leading to the soundstage. A man in a hurry, Clive Robertson (Ben/ex-Derek Evans), with script in hand, sprints toward us heading to the set. "Hello," he says with a smile. Is he a good twin or a bad twin at the moment? "I'm not sure!" he jokes.

In the directors' team office, Barbara Roche, who shares stage manager duties with Shannon Mason, is hard at work. Roche arrived at the studio at about 6:15 on this particular day. "Shannon and I take turns with the early morning shift," Roche says. "We have to be in prior to the first makeup call. There are dressing rooms to be opened, prep work for that day's scripts, marking cues and checking things."

Around 7:30, the director (today it's Peter Brinckerhoff) "walks the stage" with the stage manager and members of other key departments. Dry blocking (when the specific camera moves for the actors are set) begins at 8.

"The stage managers share the day, relieving each other at certain points," Roche explains. "There are some scenes we can do on our own. That way, we're leapfrogging each other all day. If it's a scene at the disco or the hospital involving a lot of people, then we'll both probably be on the floor."

Tomorrow is a location day at Seal Beach, which doubles for Sunset Beach. "Because this show does so many remotes, we shoot simultaneously here in the studio," Roche adds. "Shannon will be down at the beach with another stage manager, and I'll be here with another person to work with me."

Stopping off in the hair and makeup department, I chat with head makeup artist Gail Katz, who's already been on the job for several hours. "We generally lose our actors between 8 and 9, so we pretty much have to have them ready by 8. Once they start dry blocking, the director has the option of keeping them there on the stage until they're set to tape at 9."

Sherri Saum (Vanessa) was the first customer of the day, which meant applying those hideous Martin's Syndrome lesions over half of her face as well as her arm. "Yeah, you missed 'lumpy-bumpy,' as we affectionately call her," Katz says with a laugh. "We had an early morning call - 6:45 - for Sherri to be camera-ready, including dry blocking. We had to schedule in that extra 45 minutes for the bumps - in additional to her regular makeup and hair - to give us some lead time."

Katz credits Academy Award-winning special effects artist Matthew Mungle with sculpting the actual prosthetics used to create the Martin's Syndrome look for Vanessa and her mother, Lena. "He's a fabulous artist, absolutely brilliant," she raves, "and a delightful man to work with."

Later, Saum tells us how it feels to be in that chair while the "bumps" are being applied to her face. "Usually, I try not to look in the mirror," she says. "But it's getting so commonplace, because I have to deal with it, every single day that I'm here. I try not to concentrate on it, though. I just like the time to go as quickly as possible."

What are the challenges this particular day for hairstylist Kimberly Spiteri? "Being interviewed," she teases. Spiteri's daily duties include "every-thing from cutting to coloring. We take care of all our actors' hair-care services. For us, it works out much better, because that way we can keep track of the continuity of their hair, as opposed to having them go out to a salon and coming back with something that might not be right for what we're working on at the time."

Most of the women spend about 45 minutes in Spiteri's chair. Sam Behrens (Gregory), though, doesn't even bother sitting down. "He actually takes care of his own hair," she notes. "He comes in and we hand him a brush and the products he likes right now - one is Bumble & Bumble Styling Creme, the other is a vanilla-scented hair spray by Cinema Secrets."

While Spiteri combs out the tresses of Cristi Ellen Harris (Emily), the young actress tells us she's a good friend of Richard Biggs (ex-Marcus Hunter, Days of Our Lives), whom she met while he was teaching acting classes. "He always told me that the one thing I needed was to get a soap," she says, "that it was the best training anybody could ever have." Did she call Biggs and tell him she got the job on Sunset? "The same day," she says. "He told me to be honest, be real, just do the work and have fun with it."

"My favorite part of the day is hair and makeup, because I love having my hair and face worked on," Shawn Batten (Sara) shares. "It relaxes me. I could sit there all day long!"

Batten had an 8 a.m. fitting with Sunset's costume designer Chic Gennarelli. "We're doing a change of look for Sara," he explains. "It's her character's transition from Washington to Sunset Beach, so the new emphasis will be on casual outfits."

According to Gennarelli, the show's costumes need to be "very colorful, sexy, featuring a lot of bareness. It's an Aaron Spelling show combined with a place called Sunset Beach, where the sun always shines and it never gets cold. We're doing a lot of beachy stuff now that El Nino's over and the warm weather is here."

Polaroids are taken of the 10 outfits Batten tries on and then presented to supervising producer Lisa Hesser in her second-floor office. "Out of those 10, we picked two because of the color considerations," Gennarelli says. "You have to look at what the other characters are wearing as well as the set decorations. So Lisa made a decision as to which outfits she liked best. Then I accessorize them for today's show and put Shawn into hair and makeup. The other eight outfits will be utilized for future episodes."

In an upstairs office, David Levinson, assistant to the executive producer, tacks an SPW clipping of Kathleen Noone's (Bette) Applause, Applause to the show's bulletin board. In an inner office, John Fritz, who doubles as assistant to associate producer Debbie Bachtell-O'Sullivan and director of Sunset's fan club, finishes up the club's first newsletter (to be issued quarterly).

Back downstairs, we pay a visit to "the clubhouse" - the dressing room of on- and offscreen best buds Timothy Adams and Jason George (Casey and Michael). Their highly publicized wall collage (featuring everything from pictures of themselves to a photo of Raquel Welch) is growing in size, thanks to contributions from viewers - mostly women. "It's very cool," says George. "It's about time we sent out another call to the fans for pictures, because we intend to fill this entire wall."

It's nonstop banter between these two. "We screw around a lot on the set, but our focus is always there when taping begins," George says. "We can be in the middle of a laugh and when the countdown starts, we'll go right into the scene."

Earlier, Adams had been razzing George about his impromptu tap dance to Shuffle Off to Buffalo on the set. "Actually, I prefer when he does the number in his construction boots," Adams quips. "The aesthetics of that are just incomparable."

Out in the hall, John Martin and Carol Potter (Hank and Joan) are winding their way toward the stage. They certainly are youthful-looking parents of grown children. "My dad watches the show, and he called me and asked, 'How did you get two such beautiful daughters?'" Martin explains with a laugh. "I don't know, but I'm also tempted to ad-lib a line to the girls like 'kiss Daddy."

Taping is proceeding at a steady clip under Brinckerhoff's direction. "It looks like we'll wrap at 6:30, which is an ideal time for us," reports stage manager Roche. "We like to have about a 12-hour day in the house."

Just another day at the Beach.

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