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Eddie was acting weird.
Well, he was always a little weird. But this was weirder than usual.
For one thing, he kept sneaking into the bedroom as soon as he got home from work, not even acknowledging that Steve was cooking dinner in the kitchen. He always came up behind him and kissed his shoulder before going to shower. Always. But not for the last couple of weeks.
Then, Steve noticed he would be on the phone with Hopper of all people. It’s not that they didn’t get along, they’d moved well past that, but they didn’t exactly seek each other out for conversations. He waited until Steve was in the shower or already in bed, which rubbed Steve a bit wrong. Eddie never hid shit from him.
But the turning point, the moment that Steve decided he needed to say something, was when Eddie went to dinner with Robin. Alone.
Eddie and Robin were friends. Some would even say close friends. It’s hard not to be when you face what they have together. But they always hung out with Steve.
So when Steve found out they’d been out without him, he confronted Eddie.
“What the hell are you up to?”
Steve was maybe coming off as a bit of an asshole. His hands on his hips like he was ready to discipline a child, his face serious, voice stern. But he had to know what was going on.
Eddie raised an eyebrow, not used to being at this end of Steve’s mom pose. He usually stood behind him with a smirk, arms crossed in front of his chest to emphasize his disappointment and amusement at whatever child had earned it.
“What do you mean?”
Steve rolled his eyes.
“You know what I mean.”
“Do I?”
“Dinner with Robin? Without me?”
“Am I not allowed to be her friend without you?”
Eddie’s voice had turned guarded in a way that it hadn’t been with Steve in years.
Steve paused. Something was wrong. Eddie wouldn’t be acting like this if it wasn’t something big.
But what could he possibly be talking with Robin and Hopper about secretly? Was he in trouble? Were they trying to charge him with something from years ago? Why would he go to Robin about that and not Steve? Why would he have to sneak into the bedroom every evening?
The math wasn’t adding up, but Steve nearly failed math two years in a row so maybe he shouldn’t try to make the calculations.
“Are you in trouble? I can help. We can go somewhere. Hopper doesn’t have to know. Is he helping you? He should, he knows you’re innocent. They can’t even charge you for anything anymore right? There’s like, a statue of limits or something?”
Eddie was staring blankly at him.
It must be worse.
Maybe he was going into Witness Protection and Steve couldn’t come so he was trying to plan how to tell Steve. Oh God, Steve couldn’t let him go with no idea where he would end up or what his name would even be.
“Eds, please. You can’t go. They may not give you a choice, but you could maybe write to me so I can follow you? I’ll change my name too.” Steve felt tears in his eyes, and he hated it. He hated that his reaction to this was panic and crying as if he was the one in trouble and on the run. “Do they know we’re a package deal? And Robin. Robin will have to come. Is that what you talked about at dinner?”
Eddie was still just staring at him.
“Eddie please. Talk to me.”
Eddie shook himself out of his stupor, looking down at the floor and mumbling something Steve couldn’t quite hear.
“What? I can’t hear you.”
“I’m taking you to Disney World.”
That was not a sentence Steve ever thought he would hear. Especially not from Eddie fucking Munson.
His first reaction was to laugh, but when he saw the way Eddie’s face fell, he stopped.
“Um. Okay. You’re serious,” Steve let his thoughts wander as he watched Eddie’s whole body tense the way it did when he was working himself up.
Steve thought about how they had watched the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade last year and saw a float from a new Disney film, he couldn’t remember which one now, but he remembered turning to Eddie and saying, “you know my parents never took me to Disney World? All that money and they spent it all on their exotic vacations and cruises and left me at home.” Eddie had looked at him like he broke his heart before he said “Wayne could never afford it so I never really bothered to ask.”
And it wasn’t that a lot of their friends had been. Growing up, more kids spent time at beach resorts or the lake for summer vacations. Disney was still so new to people, it seemed like a pipe dream for anyone who didn’t have at least a middle class income.
But Steve saw the commercials. He watched the movies. He secretly loved the idea of a whole park dedicated to the childhood happiness and magic he felt when he watched them.
But he never asked his parents, and by the time he thought he could try to go, he was “too old.”
He’d given up on the thought.
Eddie was playing with his rings nervously, still avoiding eye contact with Steve.
“You’re taking me to Disney World?” Steve felt his voice break as the realization washed over him.
Eddie was somehow finding the money to take him to a place he’d secretly wanted to go since he was a kid, even though it was a place he probably didn’t want to go, and he’d wanted to take him so badly he somehow involved Robin and Hopper in the planning process.
God, he loved him so much.
Steve stepped closer to Eddie, hesitantly reaching out to pull his hands apart and lace their fingers together.
Eddie finally looked up at him and Steve couldn’t help leaning in to kiss him softly.
“You’re taking me to Disney World.”
Eddie nodded, a smile slowly spreading across his face.
“How? When? Why does Robin know? Why does Hopper know?”
Eddie chuckled before he placed a kiss on Steve’s forehead.
“Robin knows because she’s been arranging everything. I couldn’t really do it here and work’s been busy so I couldn’t do it there. She offered to help. We’ve been planning it since last Christmas.”
Steve felt himself fall even more in love. Somehow, the love of his life and his platonic soulmate have been planning this incredible trip for him for six months and had only recently given anything away.
“Hopper knows because I did have to make sure I could leave the state. I know my name was cleared, but I just wanted to be certain. Then, he got involved with the planning because he wants to take El and Will this year.”
Steve was gonna start crying, probably any second. He could feel the lump in his throat getting thicker.
“I’ve been saving up anything extra for months. The kids all put in some money to buy your ticket. Mrs. Wheeler let me use Mr. Wheeler’s airline miles to book the flight so it was only about half the cost. Mrs. Henderson gave me her work bonus to put towards the hotel at Dustin’s insistence. Apparently she usually uses it to send him to camp, but he didn’t want to go this year. So. Yeah. Surprise?”
Steve was crying.
Everyone had played a part in this happening, and Eddie was the man behind it all.
Steve threw his arms around Eddie’s neck and jumped to wrap his legs around his waist. He did this all the time, so Eddie only stumbled a little before settling with his hands under Steve’s thighs to hold him up.
“I love you so fucking much,” Steve said against Eddie’s shoulder, tears staining his shirt. “Thank you.”
“I love you, too, sweetheart.”
Eddie placed a kiss on Steve's temple, letting his lips linger for a minute before pulling away.
“So we leave this weekend.”
Steve dropped his legs, immediately panicking about the trip.
“What? What about work? I have so much to do. How long will we be gone? I’m supposed to bring Dustin and Will to a show Sunday. Oh no. I don’t even have a bathing suit. There’s a pool at the hotel right?”
Eddie kissed him, effectively shutting him up, though not quite quelling his panic.
“I’ve already arranged all that. Mike got his license and got permission to drive them. Robin got you off the schedule. There’s a bathing suit in the bag I’ve been packing slowly for weeks.”
“Oh my God, that’s what you’ve been doing. I’ve been standing here waiting for my hello kiss while you secretly pack things for a surprise trip to Disney World. I’m so stupid.”
“Hey. None of that.”
Steve nodded once distractedly. Yeah, yeah, no talking negatively about his own intelligence or whatever they all made him agree to.
“When were you gonna tell me? When we were on the plane?”
“As if you would have arrived at an airport without asking me ten million questions,” Eddie rolled his eyes. “I was gonna tell you tomorrow night at dinner. Will even made this card that had clues inside.”
“Shit, I ruined it.”
“Sweetheart, no. It’s okay. I won’t tell Will. You can still keep the card. It’s a really cool design. He made Disney World look like a D&D game, said you’d probably not get all of it, but thought it was cool. It is, and I think I want him to design a tattoo for me when we get back, but I may have to call the shop in Indy I go to and –”
It was Steve’s turn to cut off his rambling with a kiss.
“I can’t wait to go with you. I can’t believe you would want to.”
“I’d go anywhere with you, you know that.”
“Yeah, I guess I do.”
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The eagerly awaited part 2 of the DILF!Steve concert saga is here!! Part 1, in case you missed it.
"You're not going."
"Come on! I haven't thrown up in an hour!"
"The drive to the venue is an hour and a half."
"Steve-"
"And if you throw up in my car-"
"Oh my God-"
"I'll kill you."
Steve doesn't need to see Dustin's eye roll in order to feel the full force of it through the phone.
"I'll just kill you. You'll have a headstone within the week that says Here Lies Dustin Henderson: Rightfully Murdered for Puking in Steve Harrington's Car," he continues as he packs Capri-Suns into the cooler for the car ride.
He doesn't remember ever being that thirsty as a kid, but if Anna wants strawberry kiwi, Anna gets strawberry kiwi. It helps that it's Steve's favorite flavor, too.
"I'd need a big ass headstone to fit all of that," Dustin snaps.
"Your big-ass ego would demand no less, shithead," Steve shoots back.
"Swear jar, Daddy!" Anna calls from her room, across the house because while she doesn't listen to Steve when he's right in front of her, she can hear him break the swear jar rule from halfway across the world.
He zips up the cooler, fishes a quarter out of his pocket, and throws it into the half-full soup can next to the stove.
(A quarter doesn't mean much, but Anna doesn't know that. The day Steve teaches that kid about inflation is the day his pockets become permanently empty.)
"Did she just swear jar you?" Dustin asks from over the phone.
"You baited me into it."
"I did no such thing."
Steve rolls his eyes. "You're not coming, though, are you?"
Dustin sighs, and, for all his teasing, Steve does genuinely feel bad. "I still feel like if I breathe wrong, I'll hurl, so, no. I don't think I'll manage the car ride, nevermind the actual show."
"Sorry dude."
"Don't be. Some dickhead will live stream the whole thing on Instagram, anyway. I'll live vicariously through them."
Steve snorts and picks up the cooler. He got Anna dressed beforehand, so it's just a matter of getting her to stop playing with whatever toy she dug up - Play-Doh has been the fixation of the week - in her room so they can go.
"Besides," Dustin continues, and Steve hates where this is going. "Anna loved the show, and you've got a reason-"
"Nope," Steve says, knocking on Anna's door. "Don't finish that sentence."
"All I'm saying-"
"I know what you're gong to say, which means you know my answer. I don't date."
Anna opens her door. From the little Steve can see inside, there are at least three containers of Play-Doh open and strewn across the floor. He thinks her Barbies are involved in it somehow.
"Time to go," Steve says, and he thinks, Please don't let there be Play-Doh in the Barbie hair.
"Five more minutes," Anna tries.
"Nope. Clean up and roll out."
"Hi, Anna," Dustin says through the phone.
"Uncle Dusty!" Anna shrieks, and she starts jumping up and down. "Are you comin', too?"
Dustin sighs, and Steve can't tell if it's at the nickname or if he's still cursing the universe. "No, but you and your dad have a great time, okay?"
"Can you, can you tell Daddy I should get five more minutes?"
Steve raises his eyebrows at her. Anna, to her credit, ignores him wonderfully.
"If you clean up," Dustin says, because he's actually Steve's favorite person right now, "you get to do more headbanging at the concert."
Anna gasps like Steve didn't already tell her that earlier today, and she gets to work on putting her toys away. Steve helps, of course, and he finds that there is, in fact, Play-Doh in two of her Barbies' hair.
Fun. They're going to turn into Buzzcut Barbies when Anna goes to sleep because he can already tell that they are the furthest thing from salvageable.
But that doesn't matter right now. What matters is getting Anna in the car, deploying the first two of many strawberry kiwi Capri Suns from the cooler, and making the drive to the venue, which Steve does with minimal road rage and accompanied by the Disney radio station.
Success by all metrics, really.
Dinner might as well be now, so Steve shells out a truly disgusting amount of money for overpriced chicken nuggets and fries at the venue. Anna will only eat half her portion but say she's hungry later, but that's what the snacks and water Steve smuggled in via his jacket are for.
They get to their seats, dinner finished up, just as the lights go down for the first opener. Steve looks to his left, half-expecting Eddie and his friends to be there before remembering that they won't be.
He tries not to feel too disappointed. He fails miserably.
The seat next to him, however, isn't empty. There's a note taped to the back of it, one addressed to Steve and Miss Anna, so Steve feels alright taking and opening it.
At the top, there's a messily scrawled phone number. Underneath, it says:
Here's my number. Probably a bad idea to call with all the noise. Texting works, though you should do that after the show. I'll be a little busy until then.
-Eddie
Steve puts the note in his pocket, puts Anna's ear defenders on, puts his own earplugs in, and looks at the stage, where-
Hang on.
He squints at the stage, where four guys have started playing a song that, frankly, sounds too much like literally all the music Steve listened to yesterday for him to care about all that much. The drummer is pretty small, with wild, curly hair. The bassist looks familiar. The lead singer, who is very talented but not to Steve's personal taste, also looks familiar. And the guitarist-
No way. No way in hell.
It's a total coincidence. Lots of guys have long, curly hair and heavy jewelry and big eyes and are wearing formal wear, for some reason, and catch Steve's eye, and-
"Thank you for such a great welcome!" the guitarist says, and his smile totally isn't doing anything to Steve, thanks very much.
Anna stops moving, where she's standing next to Steve, and climbs up into his lap to get a better look at the stage. She looks out, then back at Steve, then out, then back at Steve, making a face as confused as Steve feels.
Some days, he thinks he ended up with a clone, not a kid.
"I'll get off the mic in a second. I only do the talking because Jeff," the guitarist points at the lead singer, who ducks his head, "is really shy."
Jeff. That name is definitely relevant, but Steve is a permanent resident of denial.
"We fought about what song we were going to include next in our set list, so much so that we didn't decide until yesterday and had to consult a tiebreaker."
Okay, maybe Steve is a less permanent resident of denial than he thought.
"So, thank you to Miss Anna, who did great at headbanging for her first time-"
Anna whips around so fast, her forehead nearly collides with Steve's jaw.
"And to Steve, who's a big fan of American Psycho."
At the song name, the crowd loses their minds, and if Anna wasn't sitting right in front of him, Steve would join them.
Because what the fuck is happening right now?
His question isn't answered. In fact, about five more questions pop up in its stead when, during the bridge of the song, Jeff puts on a clear rain jacket and picks up a prop axe.
Please, God, don't let this traumatize my kid, Steve thinks.
Anna, thankfully, doesn't get scared. When Jeff brings the axe down, again and again, Steve's weirdo daughter fucking smiles. And giggles. It's kind of cute, actually.
When the song ends, she turns back to Steve.
"That's Eddie onstage," Steve says, and saying it, somehow, makes it real.
"I thought so!" Anna says, and she turns back to watch the show. Steve puts an arm around her waist so she doesn't fall off his lap when she bangs her head to the music.
The rest of the songs, in Steve's opinion, are better than the opening song. They're more melodic, which Steve can definitely get behind, and each of them has a gimmick onstage, all based off of various horror movies. It's ridiculous, but also really, really cool.
And Eddie, onstage, because it is the same guy who flirted with him and was so sweet to Anna yesterday, is really, really hot.
Steve has never had a thing for guitarists before. He's never had a thing for musicians before. Hell, until a year ago, he didn't realize he had a thing for men.
Eddie is. Uh. Yeah. Really doing it for him.
Steve doesn't know whether it's his enthusiasm, or the way he moves, or seeing his hair tied up, or the fucking dress pants and suspenders, or just his hands, but he does know he has to get himself in check because this is an all ages show and he's here with his daughter.
He already knows he can't add these songs to his grading playlist, not when they're accompanied by visuals of Eddie playing his guitar.
Sweet Jesus.
"Alright, that's our set!" Eddie says. "Thanks, y'all, for sticking around for us, and let's give it up for the next act!"
The crowd, including Anna and Steve, cheer as they exit and the lights go up.
Steve fishes his phone out of his pocket, fully intending to add Eddie's number to his contacts, and is greeted by not one, not two, but sixteen missed calls from Dustin Henderson.
Naturally, Steve calls him back. "Who died?"
"What the fuck?" Dustin yells, and Steve just puts the phone on speaker to save the rest of his hearing. "Did Eddie fucking Munson just personally thank you from the stage?"
"Swear jar, Uncle Dusty!" Anna says.
"Sorry," Dustin says. "But Steve. Answers. Now."
"How do you even-"
"Instagram live. Is Eddie the guy you were telling me about yesterday?"
Steve takes his phone off speaker. Prior experience tells him that this conversation has a less than zero chance of staying PG, nevermind PG-13.
"Yeah," Steve says. "He is."
"The one who flirted with you, and you forgot to ask for his number."
"Well, I have it now."
"What?" Dustin shrieks, and Steve is incredibly thankful that he didn't take his earplugs out.
"He left me his number on the seat."
"Text him."
"I was going to, until I saw that you called me sixteen times."
"Jesus Christ, Eddie Munson was flirting with you."
Steve rolls his eyes and hands a pack of gummy bears to Anna when she taps his arm. "He could have just been nice. I don't even know if he's into guys."
"Have you looked at him?"
"Wow, Dustybuns, I didn't know you were homophobic."
"I think it's the complete opposite of homophobic to try to get you laid."
"Hanging up!" Steve shouts because a part of him will never see Dustin as any older than thirteen, and no thirteen year old should ever say that.
"Text-"
Steve hangs up the call. "Can I have a gummy bear?"
"No," Anna says, mouth full, in her seat, legs swinging.
"I bought them."
She shrugs. "You gave them to me. Mine now."
Steve stares. She stares right back.
He sighs and opens a new pack of gummy bears.
With his mouth full of sweet Haribo corpses, Steve takes out the note and adds Eddie to his contacts. Before he can overthink it, he sends him a message:
I guess I don't have to ask you what you do for a living. Just so we're even on that front, I'm a teacher, and Anna's full time job is preschool.
He tucks his phone back into his pocket and focuses on making this a good experience for Anna, who somehow wormed her way into a conversation with the intimidating-looking couple sitting next to her.
Because it's totally not like a literal rockstar is going to text him back. Right?
Part 3!!
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My redneck neighbor Doug watches 'The Bad Batch': The Outpost
As per many people's requests, I've collected a series of texts and Facebook messages from Doug when he watched certain episodes of everyone's favorite Copy Paste Boi show.
Some he was quite pithy on ('Ryan-from-Accounting goes fast but not fast enough to get away from the Bitch Wife Laura'), and others...well, he got excitable, to put it mildly.
Here's one of the more deranged ones, Season 2, Episode 12, 'The Outpost'. Or as Doug calls it: "The Daddy Warcrimes Christmas Special."
CW for Language like you wouldn't believe. Doug says "you'll need a permission slip from your momma to read this, I guess."
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Daddy Warcrimes is waiting by the Empire's equivalent of a windowless van, because comfort is just not his thing and he really wants the experience of smuggling cocaine across the border one of these days.
Some bitch who looks like she works at a bank is telling these clones that their extended warranty is up. I wanna bring her a bag of pennies and make her count it before I deposit it because I'm sick like that.
So here comes in SOME BLOND JACKASS. Mother of Hell do I hate this guy. Can I just tell you how much I hate him? I hate him like I hate the Crimson Tide, like I hate February, like I hate my mother-in-law. Hate hate hate.
So Daddy Warcrimes, SOME BLOND JACKASS, and some homies get into Floating Probable Cause to lay waste to an unsuspecting Third World country or whatever.
Well, I was wrong! Looks like Elsa and her frozen fingers took over this dump. Disney owns both, so why not. The cold never bothered them anyway. Nope, they’re at somebody’s nasty old storage shed. Why does this remind me of visiting my sister in Wyoming?
Oh, who is this no-frills, salt-of-the-earth, son-of-a-bitch? Is that tanned Kurt Russell? No? It’s Sassy Park Ranger! I like him already. If he was my boss I’d actually show up to work on time and sober, or late and hung over, either way, it’d be a good time with the man. He just seems cool and chill and a nice dude. I bet he’s got homemade beef jerky in his locker and his beard always smells like cigar smoke.
OH SHUT UP STUPID BLOND JACKASS, Jesus Christ I’ve never wanted to hit someone with a folding chair so hard in my life. CALL HIM COMMANDER.
Aw, Sassy Park Ranger’s being nice to Daddy Warcrimes, maybe Daddy Warcrimes will share the Columbian nose candy in the back of the van with Sassy Park Ranger, and Sassy Park Ranger won’t ask about the sobbing family Daddy Warcrimes is probably holding for ransom in the back. It’s all about understanding each other.
This is truly the Daddy Warcrimes Christmas special, snow and friendship and stuff. I hope this doesn’t end up with Daddy Warcrimes 86’ing Rudolph and the rest of the reindeer from the sky, that would traumatize the children. But this is the same studio that produced Bambi so who knows. Didn't he try killing a kid the first episode?
Oh man, Sassy Park Ranger’s lost a lot of his men, that’s real sad. Only two left, Jesus. SHUT UP BLOND JACKASS SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP.
(I won’t repeat it, but the amount of times that SHUT UP was texted was….something else- Dr. MM)
Sassy Park Ranger’s taking Daddy Warcrimes on a hike around the place in the middle of a blizzard, probably going to say hi to the yeti hooker they all frequent and show him how to write his name in the snow with pee. He’s such a good guy. If they go sledding I’d be so happy.
Oh, shit! Daddy Warcrimes remembers that he has a job and proceeds to cop some poor bastard in the leg so he can follow the trail of blood in the snow. What in the Fargo am I watching here, does Steve Buschemi show up at one point now. No sledding in this one, I guess.
Well there goes Sassy Park Ranger and Daddy Warcrimes on a heartwarming romp following a crippled burglar in the snow as he bleeds to death. Kevin McCallister would be so proud. Well, now, they found a dead body already. You know, at this point, if Daddy Warcrimes capped Santa in the head this show wouldn’t be less wholesome.
Aw shit Daddy Warcrimes stepped on a landmine, but Sassy Park Ranger watched his training videos that HR made them sit through and disarms it. They’re having a nice convo, I really, really like Sassy Park Ranger. If he dies I’ll be so freaking mad.
(I said nothing, FYI - Dr. MM)
Aw shit, they found the bunker of crazy white people with guns in the snow. It’s confirmed: the Daddy Warcrimes Christmas Special takes place in Wyoming. Are Daddy Warcrimes and Sassy Park Ranger facing off my brother-in-law and his branch of the VFW near Laramie? Those guys need hobbies besides doomsday prepping and getting drunk in the snow. It ain’t right.
“After all we sacrificed”…man. I feel right here. Is this the child friendly version of Enemy at the Gate? Shit. Please these two bastards need to survive. I need a beer and I wanna hug my wife.
Dr. Meat Muffin, please don't tell me you're letting your babies watch this show. They need that dog from Australia who has fun with her daddy, not this.
Oh shit, avalanche!
Oh no, Sassy Park Ranger. Oh no, oh no. Oh, Daddy Warcrimes.
Thank Christ they made it! They’re gonna save him! They’re gonna save him.
Wait. What.
WHAT THE FUCK, BLOND ASSHOLE.
I HATE THIS JACKASS SO GODDAMNED MUCH, SOLDIER OF THE EMPIRE, I WANNER SHOVE MY SOLDIER UP YOUR EMPIRE YOU STUPID DICK.
FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU
Yay! Daddy Warcrimes finally took out his gun and 86’d that FUCK. CHRISTMAS CAME EARLY!! YAAAAAAY!!!!!
Man...I hope this ends okay for Daddy Warcrimes. I hope his brothers aren't just dicking around somewhere warm while he and the other bros are out dying.
Guess that'll be next episode?"
....Doug snapped SO HARD watching 'Pabu'. Brace yourselves.
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The Bezzle excerpt (Part II)
I'm on tour with my new novel The Bezzle! Catch me next in SALT LAKE CITY (Feb 21, Weller Book Works) and SAN DIEGO (Feb 22, Mysterious Galaxy). After that, it's LA, Seattle, Portland, Phoenix and more!
Today, I'm bringing you part two of this week's serialized excerpt from The Bezzle, my new Martin Hench high-tech crime revenge thriller:
https://us.macmillan.com/books/9781250865878/thebezzle
Though most of the scams that Hench – a two-fisted forensic accountant specializing in Silicon Valley skullduggery – goes after in The Bezzle have a strong tech component, this excerpt concerns a pre-digital scam: music royalty theft.
This is a subject that I got really deep into when researching and writing 2022's Chokepoint Capitalism – a manifesto for fixing creative labor markets:
https://chokepointcapitalism.com/
My co-author on that book is Rebecca Giblin, who also happens to be one of the world's leading experts in "copyright termination" – the legal right of creative workers to claw back any rights they signed over after 35 years:
https://pluralistic.net/2021/09/26/take-it-back/
This was enshrined in the 1976 Copyright Act, and has largely languished in obscurity since then, though recent years have seen creators of all kinds getting their rights back through termination – the authors of The Babysitters Club and Sweet Valley High Books, Stephen King, and George Clinton, to name a few. The estates of the core team at Marvel Comics, including Stan Lee, just settled a case that might have let them take the rights to all those characters back from Disney:
https://www.thewrap.com/marvel-settles-spiderman-lawsuit-steve-ditko/
Copyright termination is a powerful tonic to the bargaining disparities between creative workers. A creative worker who signs a bad contract at the start of their career can – if they choose – tear that contract up 35 years later and demand a better one.
Turning this into a plot-point in The Bezzle is the kind of thing that I love about this series – the ability to take important, obscure, technical aspects of how the world works and turn them into high-stakes technothriller storylines that bring them to the audience they deserve.
If you signed something away 35 years ago and you want to get it back, try Rights Back, an automated termination of tranfer tool co-developed by Creative Commons and Authors Alliance (whose advisory board I volunteer on):
https://rightsback.org/
All right, onto today's installment. Here's part one, published on Saturday:
https://pluralistic.net/2024/02/17/the-steve-soul-caper/#lead-singer-disease
It was on one of those drives where Stefon learned about copyright termination. It was 2011, and NPR was doing a story on the 1976 Copyright Act, passed the same year that was on the bottom of the document Chuy forged.
Under the ’76 act, artists acquired a “termination right”— that is, the power to cancel any copyright assignment after thirty-five years, even if they signed a contract promising to sign away their rights forever and a day (or until the copyright ran out, which was nearly the same thing).
Listening to a smart, assured lady law professor from UC Berkeley explaining how this termination thing worked, Stefon got a wild idea. He pulled over and found a stub of a pencil and the back of a parking-ticket envelope and wrote down the professor’s name when it was repeated at the end of the program. The next day he went to the Inglewood Public Library and got a reference librarian to teach him how to look up a UC Berkeley email address and he sent an email to the professor asking how he could terminate his copyright assignment.
He was pretty sure she wasn’t going to answer him, but she did, in less than a day. He got the email on his son’s smartphone and the boy helped him send a reply asking if he could call her. One thing led to another and two weeks later, he’d filed the paperwork with the U.S. Copyright Office, along with a check for one hundred dollars.
Time passed, and Stefon mostly forgot about his paperwork adventure with the Copyright Office, though every now and again he’d remember, think about that hundred dollars, and shake his head. Then, nearly a year later, there it was, in his mailbox: a letter saying that his copyright assignment had been canceled and his copyrights were his again. There was also a copy of a letter that had been sent to Chuy, explaining the same thing.
Stefon knew a lawyer—well, almost a lawyer, an ex–trumpet player who became a paralegal after one time subbing for Sly Stone’s usual guy, and then never getting another gig that good. He invited Jamal over for dinner and cooked his best pot roast and served it with good whiskey and then Jamal agreed to send a letter to Inglewood Jams, informing them that Chuy no longer controlled his copyrights and they had to deal with him direct from now on.
Stefon hand-delivered the letter the next day, wearing his good suit for reasons he couldn’t explain. The receptionist took it without a blink. He waited.
“Thank you,” she said, pointedly, glancing at the door.
“I can wait,” he said.
“For what?” She reminded him of his boy’s girlfriend, a sophomore a year younger than him. Both women projected a fierce message that they were done with everyone’s shit, especially shit from men, especially old men. He chose his words carefully.
“I don’t know, honestly.” He smiled shyly. He was a good-looking man, still. That smile had once beamed out of televisions all over America, from the Soul Train stage. “But ma’am, begging your pardon, that letter is about my music, which you all sell here. You sell a lot of it, and I want to talk that over with whoever is in charge of that business.”
She let down her guard by one minute increment. “You’ll want Mr. Gounder,” she said. “He’s not in today. Give me your phone number, I’ll have him call.”
He did, but Mr. Gounder didn’t call. He called back two days later, and the day after that, and the following Monday, and then he went back to the office. The receptionist who reminded him of his son’s girlfriend gave him a shocked look.
“Hello,” he said, and tried out that shy smile. “I wonder if I might see that Mr. Gounder.”
She grew visibly uncomfortable. “Mr. Gounder isn’t in today,” she lied. “I see,” he said. “Will he be in tomorrow?”
“No,” she said.
“The day after?”
“No.” Softer.
“Is that Mr. Gounder of yours ever coming in?”
She sighed. “Mr. Gounder doesn’t want to speak with you, I’m sorry.”
The smile hadn’t worked, so he switched to the look he used to give his bandmates when they wouldn’t cooperate. “Maybe someone can tell me why?”
A door behind her had been open a crack; now it swung wide and a young man came out. He looked Hispanic, with a sharp fade and flashy sneakers, but he didn’t talk like a club kid or a hood rat—he sounded like a USC law student.
“Sir, if you have a claim you’d like Mr. Gounder to engage with, please have your attorney contact him directly.”
Stefon looked this kid up and down and up, tried and failed to catch the receptionist’s eye, and said, “Maybe I can talk this over with you. Are you someone in charge around here?”
“I’m Xavier Perez. I’m vice president for catalog development here. I don’t deal with legal claims, though. That’s strictly Mr. Gounder’s job. Please have your attorney put your query in writing and Mr. Gounder will be in touch as soon as is feasible.”
“I did have a lawyer write him a letter,” Stefon said. “I gave it to this young woman. Mr. Gounder hasn’t been in touch.”
Perez looked at the receptionist. “Did you receive a letter from this gentleman?”
She nodded, still not meeting Stefon’s eye. “I gave it to Mr. Gounder last week.”
Perez grinned, showing a gold tooth, and then, in his white, white voice, said, “There you have it. I’m sure Mr. Gounder will get back in touch with your counsel soon. Thank you for coming in today, Mr.—”
“Stefon Magner.” Stefon waited a moment, then said, for the first time in many years, “I used to perform under Steve Soul, though.”
Perez nodded briskly. He’d known that. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Magner.” Without waiting for a reply, he disappeared back into his office.
ETA: Here's part three!
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Has someone come up with the Steddie Sky High AU concept yet, because I started thinking about it and like it’s creating a beautiful fucking picture in my brain and now I need to ramble about the idea for a few paragraphs
If you’ve seen Sky High, it’s this Disney movie about this kid that has famous superhero parents and all this pressure to be a super amazing hero because of who they are and he goes to superhero high school and blah blah. Fun silly movie.
Anyways.
Steve, right? Obviously would be the main character, with some changes. Parents are still big famous superheroes, and like in ST, they are gone a lot because they’re big superheroes and because Steve is… well, he’s not special. Like Will in the movie, he doesn’t have powers when he goes to Sky High (so he thinks), and his parents have tried to get by, have pushed, gotten him tested and put through things to try to activate his powers, but nothing. He’s just Steve, but he’s still Steve Harrington, son of the most famous heroes in the world, so he’s got cred from that when he goes to Sky High, and it’s not like his parents have spread the word that he’s powerless, so people don’t really know, until he gets there and they put him through the like sorting test and he has to say he has no powers, and is stuck in the sidekick track. It’s humiliating, but at least his parents aren’t home to look at him like the disappointment he feels like. He’s mocked at school by some of the dickier heroes, but he finds he actually likes the sidekick track, that he likes taking this supportive role and he’s really encouraging to the friends he makes in those classes, even supporting the other sidekicks to feel more like heroes.
And Eddie, he’d be Warren Peace, the son of a supervillain that Will’s parents put away in the movie. Eddie, like in Stranger Things is treated like he’s already a villain, sticking out because of who he is and how he presents himself. He has fire powers like Warren, except he struggles to control it and when he uses his powers they tend to get dangerous really fast, so he’s restricted from using his powers at school. He isolates himself a lot because of that, because people think he’s just going to end up a villain like his father, but he’s actually kind and scared and just wants to make some friends without people acting like he’s this big scary asshole.
He also has a big fucking crush on Steve Harrington.
Things happen and they maybe get egged into a fight like in the movie, Steve learns more about Eddie, Eddie learns more about Steve. Steve helps Eddie realize that using music can help him with control his powers, so that he can use it without hurting people and Eddie tells him he thinks that must be his superpower, helping people be better, because he’s seen how Steve is with his friends, and how even though he doesn’t have powers, he puts himself in the way to protect them and stand up for them.
They end up getting together, and things are better and good and happy.
Until they’re not.
Eddie’s dad breaks out of prison. Steve’s parents come back. Shocker, they’re not fans of their powerless disappointing son dating a boy and the son of their sworn enemy who just broke out of prison. Upset, Steve runs from home, straight into getting kidnapped by Eddie’s dad, who holds him hostage to try to get Steve’s parents to surrender to him.
They don’t come for him.
Eddie’s dad escalates the threats. He’s going to kill Steve if they don’t give him what he wants.
Steve’s parents don’t come.
Eddie does though. He fights for Steve, fights his father, but the emotional stress of the situation makes it harder and harder for Eddie to maintain control of his powers and as Eddie is struggling to land the final blow, Steve gets caught in the crossfire.
Bad.
Eddie’s dad is down. And so is Steve.
He dies.
Eddie is heartbroken, and holding him
And Steve starts breathing again.
Shocking reveal. Steve does have a power. He can’t die. But he’s also really supportive to his friends, so like really, what’s the real superpower?
Then Eddie brings Steve back to meet his loving and supportive uncle who adopts him after seeing how big of assholes Steve’s parents are and then they live happily ever after being superpower boyfriends.
And like yeah, the other cast of characters would be in there too, I just haven’t thought that far okay?
#steddie#stranger things#steve Harrington#Eddie Munson#sky high#sky High au#if someone has done this already i promise i didn’t steal it and also i would like to read or see the other ones too#you know two cakes and all that
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Sick Day
December 30: Scarf/Flu - Hurt or comfort (Horacio Carrillo x F!reader)
(From the winter prompts found here)
CW: Sickness (flu); convoluted plot; nothing by typos; not edited
Word Count: 1649
AN: Requested by anon!
There’s always misunderstandings along cultural lines between the Americans and the Colombians. Most of the time, it’s not even malicious. It’s just ignorance; the reliance of media and pre-conceived notions to inform one’s ideas about a country they’ve never been to before.
Like some of the younger women of the Search Bloc, the secretaries and those that transcribe the tapes from the listening posts…a group of them cornered you once, asked you excitedly if you knew Madonna.
Colonel Carrillo had almost chuckled at that, the bewildered look on your face. “No,” you had stammered, confused by their question. “I’m from Maine. I don’t know anyone famous.”
Which turned into questions about where Maine was.
Which turned into questions about the different states.
Which turned into the size of the United States, and how Maine was nowhere near Disneyland (or Disney World, of which there was a difference), and how Maine was different than California or Texas.
Which had finally pulled Carrillo out of his office to rescue you, for which he was rewarded by a grateful smile.
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Your own notions about Colombia are charming enough—coffee and arapas, though Carrillo eventually learns that all of your notions about other countries can be boiled down to foodstuffs—but there’s one misconception, revealed a year into your assignment in Medellín.
A year in: by then, you and Carrillo are friendly. He gets along with the other agents, will often share a drink with Steve or Javier, but with you, it’s different. He’s more protective of you, and while he could dismiss that as a consequence of you being a woman, he knows it’s more than that. He doesn’t like to dwell on it—any distraction from the hunt for Escobar is needless—but he knows that his feelings for you extend beyond a friendly working relationship.
There is a Friday afternoon, a year into your time in Colombia. The day is almost over, and Carrillo realizes that he hasn’t seen you at all. He’s been buried in paperwork, but when he finally takes a breath and lifts his head, when he finally goes out into the bullpen, he sees that your desk is untouched.
“Where is she?” he asks Javier, who stubs out his cigarette before answering.
“Sick day.”
“She’s sick?”
“She actually thought she was poisoned,” Steve interjects. Carrillo turns and looks at the blond man who’s grinning and shaking his head. “Called Connie to her apartment late last night convinced she’d been poisoned.”
Carrillo’s stomach sinks despite Steve’s casual tone. Escobar is inelegant in his brutality—prefers explosions, gunshots, big messy killings—but that doesn’t mean he or one of his associates wouldn’t turn to more subtle forms of death-dealing…
“Is she okay?” he asks, and he tries to keep his voice level.
“Sure. She’s not poisoned, obviously. It’s just the flu.”
“She didn’t believe Connie at first,” Javier interjects. “She thought the flu didn’t exist in Colombia.”
“Yeah.” Steve chuckles, then lights his own cigarette. “She thought the flu was a cold weather ailment. Connie said she seemed offended that she caught the bug here.”
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It’s different with you, so Carrillo visits you after work. If were Steve or Javier, he wouldn’t bother (after all, the former has a wife and the latter has an entire bevy of women at the local brothels to care for him), but it’s different with you. With you, Carrillo’s heart hammers so hard that he swears others can hear it.
He’s never been to your apartment before. It feels like he’s crossing a line that he won’t be able to uncross. Seeing you at work or at the local bar after work…that’s one thing. That’s a friendly working relationship. This is a step towards intimacy: seeing where you live, seeing you sick.
Taking you food and drink to help nurse you back to health.
He feels ridiculous the moment he rings your intercom, but it’s already too late to turn back because you answer. You ask who it is, and you sound so weak and forlorn, Carrillo forgets to feel stupid. His protectiveness flares up, and he takes the steps two at a time when you let him in.
*****
The Carrillo you know turns up at your door—his usual crisp fatigues, his usual stern face. The sight of him sets a lick of heat low in your belly, like usual, but you’re sick so it’s a weak little flicker.
The Carrillo you know marches into your apartment like he owns the place, his arms laden with paper bags.
The Carrillo you know gives you a cursory sweep with his dark eyes, studies you from head to toe, and you wish you could die then and there. You look awful, and the Carrillo you know—blunt, unable to mince words—tells you so.
“You look terrible,” he says.
“Thanks,” you grumble hoarsely. “’preciate it.”
The Carrillo you know gives you orders even now, even when you are sick with the alleged flu. “Go sit down,” he tells you. “Let me unpack this.”
“What is it?”
He gives you that look he has, his patented displeased look. “I said, go sit down.”
You grumble, but you do, and that tiny little flicker of low-burning desire you carry for him…it makes you wonder, seeing him moving around your apartment—what other things he might order you to do with that dark glare of his…
It’s an interesting line of thought, but you’re seized with a sudden wave of fever that makes you shiver, so you move to your couch and burrow yourself back in the nest of blankets there.
You hear him rustling around in your kitchen, but you can’t even summon up the energy to be embarrassed or horrified. It all may be just a fever dream anyway, some apparition conjured up by your fevered brain while it slowly melts from the flu.
You must nod off because he appears in front of you suddenly (like an apparition), but then he’s putting gently putting his hand on your back, coaxing you into an upright position.
Very much not the Carrillo you know. He’s still in his fatigues, but his stern face is softened by the concern writ across his features.
“You need to eat,” he says softly. He reaches over to the coffee table and takes a bowl there. Holds it, and when you reach for it, he shakes his head. Digs a spoon into the soup, and holds it out to you.
Very much not your Carrillo at all. Trying to feed you, like a baby. It feels so strangely intimate that you’d blush if you weren’t already flushed from the fever.
“I can feed myself,” you mutter, and he gives you a look like he doesn’t quite believe you…but he hands you the bowl and hovers anxiously over you while you stir its contents.
“It’s aijaco. Chicken and potatoes. Good for when you’re sick.” A beat, and the corner of his mouth twitches into his version of a smile. “Or if you’re poisoned.”
“Alright, smartass.” You take a tentative spoonful of soup, test the spice level. A lesson you learned early on in Colombia—innocuous looking food could be as hot as the flames of hell. The aijaco is good, so you take another bite. “I guess you talked to Steve.”
Carrillo nods, watches you intently as you eat. “I did, yes.”
“I honestly never considered the flu as anything but a cold weather disease.” You can’t be bothered to feel embarrassed about that either. Growing up in Maine, the flu was simply a winter ailment, linked inexorably in your head with snow and scarves and heavy parkas.
“It’s no worse than assuming every American knows Madonna.” There’s a teasing edge to his voice…definitely not the Carrillo you know.
And because you have no energy to fight the questions bubbling at the top of your febrile brain, you blurt out the biggest one.
“Why are you here?” you ask.
He gestures at the bowl in your hands. “To bring you stuff. To help you feel better.”
You narrow your eyes, try to suss him out. There’s more there, you’re certain of it, but you’re too tired to get to the meaning behind his visit. You finish your soup, and you note how pleased he looks at your appetite. He takes your empty bowl, disappears into your kitchen, then returns with a tall glass of green juice.
“Lalo juice,” he says. “Lots of vitamins.”
It’s tart enough to make your eyes glassy, but it’s cold and hits your parched throat just right. You’re also easily tricked by placebos and suggestion, so his mention of vitamins makes your flagging immune system snap to attention and get to work. You feel better instantly. Or at least, you feel better in the moment. You’ll probably pass out later and sleep for long hours over the weekend, but this visit—from a very un-Carrillo sort of Carrillo—feels like the pivot point of the entire illness.
“You’re a pretty good nurse,” you joke as you hunker down in your pile of blankets. “Too bad you’re a colonel.”
“I wouldn’t have the patience for this every day. Sick people, whining? I’ll stay with the Search Bloc.”
“I haven’t whined at all.”
“No.” He pauses, then reaches out a hand. He tugs at the corner of one blanket, tucks it more firmly under your knee. “You’re a model patient.”
There’s something foreign in his expression, a blatant softness you’ve never seen before. You would have never thought him capable of even looking that soft—the tension melted from his face and jaw, his dark eyes almost dreamy.
Very much not your Carrillo. At all.
You clear your throat. “I appreciate this. You stopping by, bringing me stuff. I know you’re busy.”
The softness leaves his face, but he balances its loss by smiling. “You’re welcome.”
#horacio carrillo#horacio carrillo imagine#horacio carrillo x reader#colonel horacio carrillo#colonel horacio carrillo x reader#colonel Carrillo#colonel carrillo x reader#colonel carrillo imagine#narcos#tropes-and-tales#winter prompts 2022
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Chris Evans Characters at Disney
Steve Rogers:
Steve has never been to Disney, seeing as how it was built when Steve was still frozen in the ice.
Steve and you take James, Sarah, and Margaret to Disney every year for Christmas break.
James, Sarah, and Margaret love finding the hidden Mickey's that are located through out the park.
Margaret loves dressing up as her favorite Star Wars character, Rey.
James and Sarah are usually in shorts and T-shirts.
You and Steve are also dressed in shorts, but Steve wears a polo shirt, and you're in a T-shirt.
You make sure that everyone wears comfortable shoes.
Sarah loves Cinderella's castle.
James and Margaret love Star Wars world.
You love the Simpsons world.
Steve tries Dole Whip and loves it.
The kids love the Mickey Mouse ice cream bar.
You, Steve, and the kids stay at the Grand Floridian.
The entire vacation is amazing, but not without the stress of planning.
Why didn't you listen to your gut instinct and work with a travel agent and a Disney liason.
Margaret cries because she doesn't want to leave.
James and Sarah have a story to tell their classmates when you all return to New York.
You try tell Margaret that you'll be back next year, but this makes her cry even more.
You get her a stuffed Mickey so that she can have something until next year.
Steve winds up holding her, consoling her, and tells her a story of him and uncle Bucky seeing Snow White.
It winds up with Margaret laughing.
Steve is also tossing Margaret up in the air and catching her, and tickling her to make her laugh and to make her smile.
Margaret is now laughing and smiling.
Ransom Drysdale:
Ransom has always wanted to go to Disney World, but he never got to growing up.
Your parents take him and Harlan and Katherine, and you wind up staying back in Boston.
It's better for you because of your MS, which means that you wouldn't be able to enjoy a number of the rides.
You would need a fast pass.
But it's great, because you, Ransom, the twins and your parents video call you every night during the trip.
The twins tell you about each ride-in detail, including the fact that Harlan threw up after he got off the roller coaster, which makes you laugh-and Ransom had to go back to the hotel to change his clothes, and shower, as Ransom was Harlan's unfortunate target.
Your dad has to make a joke out of it.
Your dad mentioned that he had gotten thrown up on multiple times when you and your brother were babies and kids.
Of course, he mentions that when you had the stomach flu when you were five, you threw up all over him and all over the couch.
"What goes in one end will come out the same end at one point."
Katherine got to meet her favorite Disney Princess, Cinderella, and Harlan got to meet his favorite Disney character, Peter Pan.
Harlan and Katherine were excited to meet Cinderella and Peter Pan, and even got to have their picture taken with them.
The next time, at the character breakfast, Harlan and Katherine dressed up as Cinderella and Peter Pan, and they got some candy from their favorite characters.
Harlan and Katherine come back with Mouse Ear hats with their names on it, and they got you a Mickey Mouse necklace and matching earrings with your birthstone (mine's citrine or topaz).
The twins, Ransom, and your dad had a wonderful time.
They stayed at the Grand Floridian.
Do you think the former trust fund playboy is going to have his family stay at just ANY hotel?
The twins can't wait to go again.
Andy Barber:
It's Joy's last day of first grade, and Penelope Rose's first birthday is the next day.
You and Andy pick Joy up from school, and present her with a plane ticket.
You and Andy helped Joy pack her suitcase this morning.
You and Andy already packed your bags.
Joy can't wait because she finally gets to meet her favorite Disney Princess, Belle.
You go to the airport right when you load Joy in her car seat.
Eventually, you board the plane, with Penelope on your hip.
Penelope is in a special seat that is approved by the FAA.
The girls fall asleep on the plane.
You arrive in Orlando a few hours later, and have dinner at the hotels restaurant after you check in.
You planned everything with a travel agent, and a Disney liason, who meets you at the hotel.
You, Andy, and the girls fall asleep.
The next day, you go to the park, and have Penelope in her stroller.
You are all wearing shorts and T-shirts, and comfortable shoes.
Andy makes sure that you have your insulin, that you have water and juice, and snacks.
You, Andy, and the girls spend the entire day at Disney World.
Dinner is great because Mickey and the Disney Princesses get to deliver Penelope a small cake, with slices of cake for the rest of the family.
Penelope dives right into her cake, but Andy removes the candle and Minnie Mouse toy that is on top of the cake.
The Princesses sang "Happy Birthday" to Penelope.
Penelope clapped and squealed.
Joy got to have her picture taken with Belle.
The girls come back with several souvenirs from their trip.
Joy got a really cool Belle doll that she won't take out of the package.
It's a collector's item.
Penelope is passed out after a long day at the park.
You are tired, and check your Dexcom.
Your sugar is normal, and you have a light snack before bed to keep your sugar up through the night.
Andy, you, and the girls leave, and they can't wait to go again!
They already want to go back at Christmas.
Jake Jensen:
You surprise Jake with tickets to Disney as an anniversary present.
You also bring the girls, because it would be cool to have a photo of the twins with their namesakes.
The girls are only nine months old, but they are smiling and laughing.
Jake has to go on every ride, and you have to tell him to slow down.
You and Jake take tons of pics, and you get your pic taken with Mickey and Snow White.
Jake and you get your pics taken with the Star Wars characters.
Everyone gets souvenirs of things they love-Frozen stuff for the girls, Star Wars and Marvel stuff for you and Jake.
You have a family portrait with Peter Pan.
You go to the Disney character breakfast.
The twins get to meet their namesakes, Anna and Elsa.
Jake WANTS to come back every year on your anniversary.
You are already planning to come back when the twins turn one.
You and Jake have already made plans to come back when the twins turn one.
Johnny Storm:
Johnny surprises you with tickets to Disney for your birthday.
You thought he forgot your birthday, but no.
He put the tickets in a small box, but you had to open the huge box, followed by several boxes to get your birthday present.
You find your suitcase already packed, and Johnny and you are headed to the airport.
You both grab an Egg McMuffin and some coffee at the airport.
Then, you both grab a Cinnabon.
You arrive in Orlando a few hours later.
You both check into the hotel, then go down to the hotel restaurant for lunch.
Dinner is ordered through room service.
The next morning is your birthday, so you and Johnny enjoy a round before you both shower, where you enjoy yet another round.
You both go the park after breakfast.
You look for the hidden Mickey's in the park.
Johnny puts you on a scavenger hunt.
He gives each character a clue, and each clue eventually leads you to Cinderella's castle.
Johnny is there, and he tells you how beautiful and amazing and intelligent you are.
Eventually he gets down on one knee, and proposes to you.
You say yes.
Your ring is perfect.
Your birthstone is in the middle of it, with diamonds that create a halo around it in a white gold setting.
A pic is taken with you showing off your ring as your kissing Johnny lovingly.
You also get your pic taken with your favorite Disney princess, who happens to see the ring, hugs you, and congratulates the both of you.
A year later, you and Johnny have your wedding at Disney.
The proposal and the wedding were just magical and beautiful.
#chris evans#disney#steve rogers#ransom drysdale#jake jensen#johnny storm#fluff#children#family#andy barber#disney vacation
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You understand my fear!!! I'm low-key excited to see Zeb but I'm also panicking like, "EXCUSE ME WHY ARE YOU NOT HELPING YOUR HUSBAND WITH HIS GARDEN ON LIRA SAN?" (At least we still have Steve voicing Zeb and that man is carrying our ship on his back bless him)
I feel safe in the fact that Steve is ride or die with Kalluzeb, so like if the writers try to go out of their way and no-homo Zeb or Kallus he’s gonna speak against it. And since like… *a lot* of the people who worked on rebels shipped kalluzeb I don’t think Filoni would go out of his way to be like “actually no they are STRAIGHT and they like WOMEN!” because that goes against the wishes of so many people
But like… do I think they’re gonna make it explicitly canon? No, because Filoni stated that was never his vision and I doubt he’s changed his mind. Ahsoka is gonna be mainly about Ashoka, and her and Sabine finding Ezra. And originally I was skeptical that zeb was even gonna be in Ahsoka at all, though I’ve changed my mind from how expensive the cgi looked in those 10 seconds of screen time he had. Disney wouldn’t spend that much money on a rig unless they were gonna do something with it. So like… I’m genuinely curious about what’s going to happen because at this point I have no idea.
If it does happen it’s gonna make me the happiest person in the world, but I’m not gonna get my hopes up I guess.
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✨new fic for bestie's (@therollingstonys) birthday! ✨ ft omegaverse, past hammer/tony, and my current favorite trope: pop star tony! with a bonus excerpt below :)
can be found here (must have an ao3 account to read)
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During Steve’s final year at NYU, he finally let his Ma talk him into staying in the dorms instead of using his New Yorker privilege to stay with her. It had turned out to be an absolute mistake. Steve had despised his roommate, who was another alpha like him but apparently hadn’t been taught manners by their parents like Steve had. They were incapable of any volume other than loud even in the middle of the night, always left their room trashed, and brought so many dates back to their dorm room that he had still spent more time back at his Ma’s than he had in his actual dorm. By the end of the year, Steve had been firmly adamant that he would never, not in a million years, ever have a roommate again.
This was, of course, before he’d wound up with his dream job as an animator for Disney, packed himself up and moved to Los Angeles, and discovered that principles were all very well and good but having enough money to eat instead of giving it all to his rent was better.
So now he has Justin.
And while Justin is irritating in ways that have nothing to do with his beta designation—there are already too many tech startups in the world, and Steve doesn’t even know what Justin is doing in L.A. and not, you know, Silicon Valley—and a social climber—if Steve never has to hear one more “that time I met Insert-Celebrity’s-Name-Here” story, it’ll be too soon—and just generally incompetent—they’ve received two noise violations already for explosions that Justin’s “tech” has set off—he isn’t actually that bad of a roommate. Sure, he’s not fantastic, but he doesn’t try to posture with Steve in the apartment (which would be ineffective anyway since Steve is very much an alpha and Justin is, despite his best efforts, very much not), he does generally pick up after himself, and he never brings people back (though Steve isn’t entirely convinced that’s not because he doesn’t want them to see where he actually lives instead of out of any sense of courtesy). Anytime he goes somewhere fancy for a business meeting, he brings back food for Steve, and he even offered Steve the nicer of the two bedrooms because he thought Steve would appreciate the greater amount of natural light (though again, Steve isn’t sure how much of that is altruism and not just that Justin isn’t a morning person).
Truthfully, right up until Justin’s birthday party, Steve might have even said that Justin was a pretty good person.
Up until about a week ago, Justin had been dating… some celebrity omega. Steve is pretty sure that it had come up at some point, and considering his excitement over it, there are probably pap photos of them somewhere, but he tends to tune out all of Justin’s celebrity stories, pretty sure that most of them are fake. There’s only so many times Justin can say that he’d been invited backstage at every Beyoncé concert he’s ever been to before Steve stops believing them. Last week though, Justin’s celebrity boyfriend had broken up with him, citing reasons of Justin being a tool (which, not gonna lie, had made Steve snicker a bit), and he’s been on the warpath ever since.
“Steve! My man! My best friend!” Justin exclaims, leaning up against the doorframe of Steve’s bedroom.
“Nope,” Steve says immediately. It’s not that he has anything against Justin. It’s just that this is the first time he’s been home in forty-eight hours. They’re coming up on the last days before finished scenes need to be turned in, which means that it’s all hands on deck at the studio. Most of the animators who don’t have families have spent the entire time at their desk, and even the ones that do have gone home, given their kids kisses goodnight, and turned right back around. He’s looking forward to sleeping for thirteen straight hours, and Justin’s birthday doesn’t factor even the slightest bit into his plans.
“But you have to come,” Justin whines. “I’ve been telling everyone all about you—” which means he’s been playing up Steve’s job to make him sound like he’s a bigger deal than he is—“and they’re all so excited! Come on, it’s my birthday!”
Steve is, unfortunately, a fundamentally decent person, so he sighs, says goodbye to his thirteen hours of sleep, and goes out to join the party. And despite his exhaustion, it’s not even that bad of a party until someone asks Justin about his celebrity boyfriend—Tony Stark, and how could Steve have forgotten that? Everyone knows who Tony Stark is. He knows who Tony Stark is, and he doesn’t know anyone despite working in the entertainment industry.
“That cheapskate broke up with me,” Justin seethes. “I mentioned it was my birthday once, and he broke up with me instead of spending even a few dollars on a present for me.” Knowing Justin, it was probably more than once and it was probably a completely outrageous present that even the world’s biggest pop star would struggle to afford, because Justin is that kind of irritating, but Steve keeps his mouth shut.
“It’s a shame you don’t have his nudes or something,” the girl who’d brought Tony up says.
Justin blinks at her before a slow smile spreads across his face. “But I do have them. He made me delete them when we broke up but I had a copy saved in a different folder on my phone.”
“Really?” the girl asks interestedly. “You know, he’s never done a nude photoshoot.”
“Yeah, none of his other partners have ever released anything like that,” someone else chimes in. Steve shifts uncomfortably. He doesn’t like the direction this is going, but there’s something niggling in the back of his mind, telling him to stick around. “Super weird since he’s dated so many people.”
“You could totally sell them,” the first girl says, warming to her theme. “You’d probably make like a ton of money off of them.”
“I could make some money off of them,” Justin says thoughtfully. “And it would get Hammer Industries’ name out there.”
“But that’s revenge porn.”
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Stranger Things HC
(Based around the Christmas holiday but not really a Christmas HC)
Its the late 2010s?
Everyone's grown up, they have their own families, their careers, their own lives.
Steve's a support worker at the local all through years school.
Robin currently teaches a humanities subject at the local university.
Nancy worked as a journalist eventually building her own paper from the ground up and just celebrated its 10 Yr anniversary. She and Robin have travelled the world and still plan on new adventures.
Eddie's was discovered in '88 he toured throughout the 90s and early '00s. He still makes music but likes to focus more on Music Producing so he can spend more time at home with Steve and the kids (15f, 10f, 6m). Robin and Nancy are their Godparents
The four get together for an adults only dinner at least once a week, alternating who's hosting - everyone secretly prefers Steve's cooking but no-one ever says it. Robin often pops in to the Harrington-Munson household for a cup of tea and a gossip throughout the week anyway.
Dustin works at NASA (or an equally impressive physics institute), in Florida which they all simultaneously give him shit for and are jealous of bc he can go to Disney and Orlando whenever he wants to.
Lucas and Max have been married for 7 years now. Max still skates, Lucas still plays basketball with his friends on Saturdays. They have a two kids (12f, and 4m).
Erica is also a world renowned scientist in her field. She often gets brought on to teams as a consultant and has worked with Dustin on a couple projects.
Will has his own Gallery in California which Jane (El) sometimes volunteers at. Mike works across the road at a job he loves but not as much as his Husband, Will.
Jane's taking life easy taking in experiences, learning what she can about the world. Max and Jane often meet up for girlie days.
Jonathan tours new exhibitions, releases photobooks, does photography around the world. He travels with his partner (or roommate depending on which country) Argyle. His most recent photobook has been his biggest success. It featured a collection of his earliest work of the Upside Down Gang. Themes of Queer Platonic Family and Queer Joy could be explored through the photos and the accompanying pieces written by Nancy.
Hopper and Joyce retired together and finally married in the 90s. Hopper gets antsy so he still does some volunteer work here and there.
Karen finally left Ted Fucking Wheeler after his reaction to the revelation of the the '86 earthquake actually was, was less than appropriate (he under reacted, which made her realise how much of an ahole he was) she remarried to a lovely chap called, Dan, a few years later. The Wheeler kids warmed up to him eventually. And Holly Wheeler exists somewhere but doesn't really apply here.
Anyway every year they made a promise to go away for Christmas.
Robin usually researches the place to go, Steve co-ordinates the kids, hopper-byers', and Karen and her Husband's Schedule to find the best dates to book it for, and everyone's order of arrival. Nancy organises the travel for the four and Steddie's kids whilst everyone else organises their own. (Will books Jim and Joyce's flights for them. Joyce is okay with a computer, much better than Jim, but if it goes wrong she can't fix it) Eddie wrangles their kids, packs and gets their family ready to go as Steve is often to focused on the craziness of school the run up to winter break.
Steve, Eddie, their kids, Robin and Nancy are the first to arrive, two days after their schools finishes. Eddie and Nancy are usually sent into the village to get a Christmas tree whilst Steve and Robin unpack the food, the drinks, snacks, the decorations. The kids, after exploring and claiming beds, get involved in the decorating part, often making paper rings, snowflakes. The eldest acts like she hates it but secretly loves making them better than last year.
When Eddie and Nancy get back, most of the decorations are up except for the Tree. They do that together, Christmas music blasting in the background.
The Jim, Joyce, Will, Mike, Karen, Dan, arrive mid morning the next day having met up after the airport and drove up together.
Lucas, Max, their two kids and Jane, Jonathan and Argyle arrive at the same time mid afternoon.
Dustin's the last one to arrive late evening that day.
The whole time is full of fun, buzzing energy, exchanging stories from the year and generally enjoy being in each others presences after being away for so long. A family walk outside on Christmas Eve. One day, They play in the snow and end up in a massive snowball fight.
Inevitably there's at least one evening, when the kids have gone to bed, and a couple bottles of alcohol have been consumed so the everyone's a little tipsy and honest, the topic of that place comes up. Most of them have dealt with the trauma it caused, gone to therapy (either paying for it themselves or via Eddie, Jonathon, or Nancy covering the cost). Night terrors were few and far between, paranoia about flickering lights or animal screeching noises have turned into a dulled response. The initial flinch will always be there but panic and worry that used to follow doesn't anymore.
This particular year, it hits the party that Lucas and Max's eldest is the same age as the younger party members were when Will went missing, and Jane turned up on Mike's door step. And Steve and Eddie's eldest is a year younger than the elder party members were, and their middle daughter the same age as Erica when she was brought into the fold. Lucas, Max, Steve and Eddie make a mental note to keep a closer eye and hug them a little tighter this year.
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Jonathan's photography book is based on one of my favourite head canons by @schrijveer
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This headcanon was inspired by a house i saw in an interior design book and thought it looked like a perfect place for the Party's Christmas get together…
I'm also 60% sure my brain was also consulting the Music video for Last Christmas for ideas of activities...
#stranger things headcanons#steve x eddie#robin x nancy#lucas x max#mike x will#jim x joyce#steddie#ronance#lumax headcanons#byler#jopper#jane hopper#el hopper#winter#winter break#xmas#Queer Platonic Family#the fruity four#jargyle#jonathan x argyle
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ok, so rn im imagening that the Upside Down isn't the only other dimension and of course Dustin stumbles upon the first small creature that made it through.
It's a lill dragon, think terrible terrors from httyd, and Dustin is in love TM, bc holy shit he just found a DRAGON, that is nerd heaven for him. So, naturally he takes it in.
However, homie is smart enough not to pull another D'Art, but also not willing to let his new friend go. So, he claims that he saw something in the wood and it didn't look from this world, which naturally draws the whole party out.
He covertly lets his new friend out - he probably named him Smaug, the nerd <3 - and they all set chase to either catch it or see where it goes.
Smaug is both small and slippery, so it's more an undignified chase, though no one will ever admit that lmao.
Meanwhile, Smaug is chittering, trying to find his colony again and hearing their chitters back, meaning he leads all of them to this new portal. ...Aaaand that the dragons on the other side of it have become aware of its existance when they stumble upon it.
I'm mostly imagining the DnD part of the party's faces lol (especially Dustin, bc holy shit Smaug has BIGGER buddies than he thought and holy shit this might end up bad, like D'Art's buddies had).
I can't decide, who has the magic Dragon whisper powers, but im leaning Steve bc he has Disney Princess energy and can you imagine how sour Mike will be lmao.
Then they either get to dissapear into this other world and leave that fucked up world behind (aka using escapism as a coping mechanism (oehhh, you can also have only one person discovering it and going with the dragons and it being a metaphor of them escaping into their own mind and ultimately killing themselves, which is v dark and sad, but it came to me and I had to share it.))
Or they train the dragons and go terrorize the goverment, bc they deserve that <3 (and like Nancy exposes the whole Upside Down thing) and now we all live in a world with dragons bc that would be so so so cool and I want that for myself xp
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This is more of an outline that anyone is free to take, bc I'm not planning on writing a whole thing, but it was a really fun excercise and got me writing again after a mental block.
Thank you @everythingsupsidedown for sending me this <333
#rr posts#stranger things#stranger things headcanon#stranger thing prompt#dustin henderson#steve harrington#the party stranger things#st the party#the party#tw: suicide#suicide mention
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Mark Henn, loooong time Disney animator who was still with the studio in the recent years, has spoken recently...
He's pretty much kind of done with Walt Disney Animation Studios, feeling that the minimal 2D work he had been doing lately (alongside veterans Eric Goldberg and Randy Haycock) wasn't very "meaningful". He is open to going back to finish a short of his own, that he was working with producer Clark Spencer on, but that's just about it. As the Brew notes, his full-time career there is over. He started on THE FOX AND THE HOUND, which released in 1981, to give you an idea of how long he's been there.
It's quite telling how many of the greats departed or were laid off under both John Lasseter and Jennifer Lee's leaderships. Glen Keane, Chris Sanders, Nik Ranieri, Ron Clements, John Musker, the list goes on... I know a lot of animation fans desperately want Disney to do 2D features again, but I don't see it happening. I haven't seen it happening in years. Whenever a piece of 2D for a short or a promo or a commercial surfaces, twitter goes gaga and says "See Disney?? You can do 2D! No excuses!"
It's not about excuses, they simply DO NOT WANT TO. For whatever reason, no matter how silly it may seem to us.
Henn said it best:
"Since then, I think it’s just too difficult for the studio to justify essentially creating a second studio within this current studio in order to do 2D, which is what you had when we had Princess and the Frog and Winnie the Pooh. We essentially had literally two smaller studios under one roof, and I just think that that became too much of a financial risk. Right now, we’re barely able to house everybody that we have on staff. So, I mean, there’s all kinds of logistical things from where you’re going to put people to taking that risk."
I've talked about it, exhaustively, myself. It's just, the larger Disney company isn't too interested in being - to quote former Disney storyman Steve Hulett - a "Renaissance art factory". In addition to 2D really not being conducive to editorial and a one-a-year assembly line model, WDAS management are simply making movies that they think the public wants to see. They spend upward $135m+ on them, and they try to get one out every year. They're lucky to even be making movies, since they've been nearly shut down far too many times to name... As recently as 2006, even, because one Steve Jobs felt they didn't need to be a thing anymore now that the company owned Pixar. I see them as a "legacy brand" at this point. Still alive, still kicking, probably by virtue of being the thing that created the whole company in the first place... But that's just it. It's very "Disney, the way you always liked it" these days. I think that's part of why STRANGE WORLD and WISH had trouble theatrically, among many other things. Pixar had one miss with LIGHTYEAR, but a leggy sensation with ELEMENTAL. It remains to be seen how ELIO does a year and a half from now. Universal on the other hand is somehow keeping audiences coming back for both DreamWorks and Illumination's movies. With the rare miss every now and then. (SPIRIT: UNTAMED, RUBY GILLMAN, etc.)
But yeah, I've kind of made peace with it. Disney Animation is currently not in the business of making movies for people who can spot a Milt Kahl head swaggle from a mile away, they're making movies for the folks who put on Disney+, and then put on ENCANTO and such as background noise. It just... Is what is. 2D is still there in some way or another, like in short films and small bits of animated effects and whatnot, but... It's a crapshoot to think that they'll do a full feature like that this decade, I feel. If anything, they'll just keep tinkering with the art style of WISH, which... Didn't work on a lot of folks. So... Do they go back to the tried-and-true TANGLED/FROZEN/MOANA house style? I don't know, I don't have a crystal ball. I don't even know if they'll have a movie by Thanksgiving of this year. That new Disney+ series they made that's coming out next month, IWAJU, looks like a slightly upscaled Disney Junior show.
I still look for something I'll like in the upcoming stuff, because... Well, even though Disney Animation is merely a cog in the massive Disney machine at this point with little of an identity left (much like the live-action/CG tech demo end of things), this studio's output... Decades and decades of it, has been formative for me. At least one WDAS movie was someone's gateway to the wider world of animation, methinks. It was certainly my VHS tapes of BAMBI, THE JUNGLE BOOK, and THE LION KING, among many others in my library at age 8, that's for sure. I even *liked* the recent films, I have yet to see WISH all the way through, but I did enjoy STRANGE WORLD enough, and liked ENCANTO, RAYA, FROZEN II, etc. a good deal. It's just, a lot of it is nothing really special to me in the end. Just fine at best, with some impressive stuff here and there. Like, say, some of the directing in ENCANTO. Just fine, adequate. I don't think that of the Disney animated features made before this decade. Even my least favorite animated Disney work of the '70s, '80s, '90s, and '00s still has something very unique and influential to it. I don't intend for this to be a knock on the crews' hard work, it's only my personal feelings on what I've seen. It's what they seem to want to be making, or what the management is approving of... I can kick and scream, but, that won't do anything. I'll just see what's next and say "Well, let's see... What will I get out of this one?"
I've long accepted that the ship sailed on 2D features at WDAS, and most of the other big theatrical studios for that matter. Many of whom never even MADE a 2D feature. Pixar never made one, Illumination didn't, Sony Animation didn't until FIXED, you get the idea. The only other one that's still chugging is DreamWorks, and they made their final 2D feature back in 2003. Twenty-one years ago. I look elsewhere for that kind of thing, and I found just that... KLAUS, WOLFWALKERS, you get the idea. The best you'll get in theaters is an adaptation of a 2D animated show or pre-existing franchise, like THE BOB'S BURGERS MOVIE. I doubt that pending-theatrical release Looney Tunes movie, THE DAY THE EARTH BLEW UP, will be the great decider of the future of 2D animated movies in theaters. Ditto FIXED, *if* that's still aiming for theaters. (It got its rating from the MPA a long while ago. It's done. It's in the can... and there's no release date for it.)
So... Yeah... Is what it is. WDAS seems to refuse to do a 2D feature, and have been refusing for over a decade (I really think PRINCESS AND THE FROG and WINNIE shut the door permanently, like an encore that they fought to make happen), and the kind of movie that they're making now may just not be for me and others for the foreseeable future. We'll see where their next path takes them... As long as they come out whatever happens still making movies...
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hi!! can i ask mihyo 🦈 and 🐙?
hi hi anon! :) absolutely
🐙what type of shows do you like while regressed?
little!jihyo
Blue's Clues: absolutely loves the drawings and how the show goes from the real world to the drawings steve makes
Elmo's World: even though she likes watching Sesame Street in general, Hyo absolutely loves Elmo's World. again, she likes that the world is mostly drawings and that Elmo's red and fluffy (she thinks that all the Sesame Street characters are what monsters should actually look like and not the super scary ones her mamas watch on TV)
Powerpuff Girls: she'll only watch this show when she's a little bit older because some of the villains are a little scary to her, but she loves the animation style and the Powerpuff Girls themselves
little!mina:
Octonauts: she absolutely loves loves loves Peso, the penguin Octonaut. her favorite episodes are the holiday specials, especially the Christmas one
Pocoyo: loves how colorful the show is and really loves Elly. also loves how simple it is. there's not a lot to look at so it's easy to follow along when she's really little
Pororo: this one's pretty obvious, but our little penguin absolutely adores Pororo. even though the show annoys her mamas at times, she'll watch all the episodes over and over again, never getting tired of them
🦈what is a toy you really want?
little!jihyo:
she so desperately wants this. she's been asking her mamas for it almost every day. the only problem is that her mamas have experienced how she is with toys that make noise. little!jihyo will play whatever sounds they make over and over and over again without thinking if it'll drive others who hear it nuts. Hyo's even thought about writing her mamas a list of why she needs this toy. the top things on her list would be: 1. because it's super awesome, 2. it's blue from blues clues!, 3. she's just a baby & deserves it :(
little!mina:
not only is this one of the prettiest lego sets that the little has seen, but it's disney! the little penguin loves disney and legos, so what could be better? little!mina thinks that her mamas are going to get it for her for christmas, but she's not sure. she keeps hinting to her mamas that she really really wants it and that she's been a really good girl and that if they can't get it for her, then santa has to get it for her!
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Note: The show notes and the story synopsis are not final, this is just currently what I have in mind. Just not that I thought that Rogers: The Musical in Hawkeye was cringe and I want this to be an Avengers musical with a much higher quality.
Assassins In Love (An Avengers Musical)
Production Notes:
The story and the production design will incorporate elements from the comics, in particular the 616 timeline, but there will be references to the Marvel Cinematic Universe. References to the Avengers Assemble and Earth’s Mightiest Heroes cartoons are very welcome. The goal of the production is to be fan service in good taste, but in such a way that non-fans can also enjoy it. Action scenes/language/sensuality will be kept at the PG-13 level.
The songs will be in the style of classic Broadway and Disney musical numbers, with touches of hip-hop and big band jazz. The superheroes and villains in their fight scenes will wear bright, colorful costumes based on their comic book and film counterparts.
The majority of the story takes place in 2010s New York City. Scenes with flashbacks and travel to other places can be depicted with lighting and stage effects.
Genres: Action, Romance, Romantic Comedy, Suspense, Spy thriller
Characters:
Starring Characters: Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier and Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow
Supporting female characters: Sharon Carter/Agent 13, Maria Hill, Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch
Pepper Potts appears at the party in Act I and in the Finale
Supporting Male characters: Steve Rogers/Captain America and Sam Wilson/Falcon; Tony Stark/Iron Man, Nick Fury, Phil Coulson, and of course Clint Barton/Hawkeye
Villains: Alexander Pierce/Red Skull and Madame B from the Red Room; Kingpin also appears briefly in Act II
Avengers Chorus: Vision, Thor, Bruce Banner/Hulk, Scott Lang/Ant-man and Hope Van Dyne/Wasp; Doctor Strange; Peter Parker/Spider-man, Pietro Maximoff/Quicksilver; Rhodey/War Machine
Villain Chorus (for opening Avengers battle): Including but not limited to Loki, Baron Mordo, Mysterio, Doc Ock, Whiplash, and Zemo
Extras: NYC Civilians, SHIELD/Hydra agents
Clint Barton’s family from the MCU will be mentioned throughout the play and appear in the finale
Steve Rogers and Sharon Carter will have a romance that parallels and foils Bucky and Natasha’s relationship; they will be a couple by the end of the show.
Story Synopsis
ACT I:
Prologue—(The prologue will be depicted in a montage of scenes and dances with minimal dialogue).
Steve Rogers/Captain America and Bucky Barnes were best friends and fought side-by-side in World War II. At the end of the war, Captain America goes missing and Bucky is captured by Hydra. Red Skull turns Bucky into the Winter Soldier and uses him as an assassin to enforce Hydra’s agenda.
Meanwhile in Russia, the Red Room headed by Madame B trains young girls to be assassins but incorporates ballet into their program. Young Natasha Romanoff is one of the best pupils in the Red Room. Red Skull and Madame B arrange to have the Winter Soldier train with teenaged Natasha.
In modern times, Captain America returns. He fights the Winter Soldier only to discover that his opponent is his long-lost friend Bucky. Bucky goes into hiding.
Present Day
The Avengers save New York City from a team of supervillains. After the battle, Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff have a personal chat. Steve is adjusting to the modern world. However, ever since his encounter with the Winter Soldier he suspects that Hydra could be building in secret. He is also looking for Bucky but so far the search is fruitless. Natasha Romanoff is content with her existence as an Avenger, but she wonders if she can ever have a normal life and do something besides be an assassin. Sam Wilson arrives to tell Steve that Bucky has turned up.
At the headquarters of SHIELD, Director Nick Fury suspects that Hydra is rising again and warns Phil Coulson and Maria Hill to be on the lookout. Hydra is, in fact, operating under Fury’s nose, led by the Red Skull disguised as Alexander Pierce. Pierce works in a high-profile position at SHIELD. Madame B pays Pierce a visit, and together they plot to destroy the Avengers and help Hydra take over the world. Throughout the play, Madame B is in the background of various crowded scenes, spying on the characters.
After spending months in hiding, Bucky Barnes is in Brooklyn, his and Steve’s childhood home. Bucky is living in the streets while trying to remember his past and put his Winter Soldier days behind him. Steve Rogers finds Bucky and offers him material help. After some persuasion and argument, Steve gets Bucky to move in with him and Sam. Steve also invites Bucky to a party that night being thrown by Tony Stark.
Tony Stark throws a party at the Avengers Tower in Manhattan. While the other guests enjoy the party, Bucky sees Natasha Romanoff from across the crowded room. He remembers her from the Red Room. Natasha sees Bucky also, and she recognizes him. They meet and they talk briefly.
A few days after the party, she goes to Central Park and she sees Bucky again. They discuss their shared past.
Steve gets Bucky a job at SHIELD as a super-agent. For his first assignment, Bucky is sent out with Natasha Romanoff. It is at this point that Bucky recognizes that he has a growing romantic attraction to her.
ACT II:
Bucky has a hard time hiding his feelings for Natasha from the other Avengers. The Avengers and their coworkers at SHIELD believe that Natasha might like him back, but she is in denial. Nick Fury sends Bucky and Natasha undercover to a party in Manhattan hosted by Kingpin. Natasha and Bucky dance together at the party, and then they fight Kingpin’s thugs and arrest the crime magnate.
After the party, Natasha and Bucky frequently go on assignments together, but they also start seeing each other outside of work. Bucky is unsure about where to take his relationship with Natasha. He goes to Steve for advice, and as they reminisce about old times, they rekindle their former friendship. Later, Bucky summons up his personal courage and he tells Natasha that he loves her. They start ‘officially’ dating as a couple, but Madame B is spying on them. Maria Hill, however, is in turn spying on Madame B. Hill tips off Fury that Hydra is going to make their move.
Natasha rented an apartment in Manhattan (furnished by SHIELD) for an ongoing assignment and she is staying there while she and Bucky are dating. Madame B breaks into Natasha’s apartment while she is getting ready for a date with Bucky. Natasha is overpowered and tied to a chair. Then Madame B disguises herself as Natasha and she goes out and captures Bucky.
The Avengers receive Nick Fury’s call for help and they ‘Assemble’ to take out Hydra. Sharon Carter makes a phone call to Natasha and learns that Natasha has been captured and that Bucky is being lured into a trap. While the Avengers go to save Bucky, Natasha attacks her guards and frees herself to go join the Avengers.
When the Avengers come to rescue Bucky, Alexander Pierce reveals himself to them as Red Skull. There is a battle between the Avengers and the Hydra sleeper agents. Natasha arrives, and during the combat she and Bucky steal several moments to ask each other if they are all right. Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes take turns fighting the Red Skull. Red Skull attempts to set off a bomb, but Natasha disables it. Bucky kills Red Skull. Madame B and the other Hydra agents are arrested. Bucky asks Natasha to marry him and she says yes.
Finale: The Avengers throw a big wedding for Bucky and Natasha.
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#broadway musicals#theater pitch#musical theater#my fan art#aesthetic collage#cw: blood#long post#buckynat#natasha romanoff#black widow#winter soldier#bucky barnes#avengers#hydra#shield#red skull#madame b#new york city#romance#the red room#ballet#steve rogers#captain america#buckynat wedding#assassins in love: the musical#maria hill#sharon carter#staron
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Tony Stark Bingo Party - Never have I ever written a fic with all 6 OG Avengers members.
I am strewing more NHIE recommendations from the last few Tony Stark Bingo parties! (I am consolidating because I am just like that and am laaaaate on some of these!)
For explicit and archive warnings DO apply, click the "keep reading" thingie.
@illogicalkat - Adventures in Interdimensional Time Travel. (fanfic) Rating: General. Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply. General (no ships). Jadzia and Worf transit the wormhole and meet new friends. (*Yes, this is a crossover!)
@polizwrites - Earth’s Mightiest Hero at the Happiest Place on Earth. (fanfic) Rating: General. Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply. Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Clint Barton/Phil Coulson, Scott Lang/Hope Van Dyne. Tony Stark takes the Avengers (and Avengers-adjacent personnel) to Walt Disney World - and gets to spoil his beloved a bit along the way. A series of vignettes where our faves have fun (mostly) at the Happiest Place on Earth.
@psychiccatpanda - You Know Thor Is Afraid of Ghosts! (fanfic) Rating: Teen+. Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply. James "Rhodey" Rhodes & Tony Stark, Tony Stark & Thor, Tony Stark & Avengers Team, Clint Barton & Thor. Tony tells Thor a ghost story and Thor is too scared to sleep alone... so he sleeps with Clint and they're both late for the Avengers assembly drill the next morning.
@somesortofitalianroast - All roads lead to where you are. (fanfic) Rating: Teen+. Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply. James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers. Five times the Avengers didn’t know Steve and Bucky were a couple (+1 time the world learned).
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And then video of Bucky kissing him after he’s injured on an Assembly call goes viral.
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AoifeLaufeyson - Pack Bonding Night. (fanfic) Rating: Explicit. Archive Warnings: Rape/Non-con. Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Clint Barton/Tony Stark, Bruce Banner/Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov/Tony Stark, Tony Stark/Thor. It's been a little while since the Battle of New York, and the Avengers are not coming together as the cohesive pack they need to be in order to face future threats. Steve had easily stepped into the Alpha role, and decides that Tony will make the perfect omega for the pack. Together, as a bonded pair, they will lead to pack to victory after victory. Tony disagrees but the rest of the Avengers take matters into their own hands and refuse to take no for an answer.
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how they react to an s/o that acts like a kid
not in a sexual way !!
including : steve o , chris pontius , johnny knoxville , and bam margera
warnings : afab ! swearing
steve o :
- acts like a child with you
- watches cartoons with you and gets pissy when he cant, like if hes called in to film early and cant watch cartoons with you he'll pitch a fit
- he'll order you kids meals just for the toys, but one kids meal isnt enough for you so he buys like ten at a time which pisses the mcdonalds employees off everytime they see you two walk in
- and he'll also steal you those burger king crowns that are meant for little kids everytime he goes there
- he learned how to make different balloon animals for you because you told him once that you liked animals and balloons
- if you like to play in the water he'd set up his hose and sprinkler for you to jump around in
- he'd also bring you to the ocean a lot and collect shells or chase seagulls with you
- omg steve o loves legos and if you do to he wouldn't be able to stop fan girling
- would literally make you stop what your doing and make you help him finish building his millennium falcon lego set
- this is weird but he'd buy you little ducklings and keep them in the backyard in a little kiddy pool
- but anyways he'd play checkers with you or any other type of boardgame
- he tucks you in at night 😫
- but he messes up the little blanket burrito he rolled you in by trying to get into the burrito with you
- secretly buys you stuffies when your having a rough time in life or when your stressed
- will finger paint with you and bake cookies or cakes
chris :
- plays hide and seek and has water balloon fights with you or any game like that, and he gets like fifteen other guys to play with you two
- he endorses your childness and even takes part in it
- if stuffies are your type of thing he wouldnt judge you, hed buy so many more and even name them and give them all separate personalities
- he'll let you play with his fingers and tolerates when you poke and prod at his body
- is willing to play hungry hungry hippo with you for hours on end
- but he never wins
- if you like bugs he'll catch different bugs for you, and everytime he catches one he just has to bring it inside the house to show you and "accidentally" let go of it in the house
- even if its like a venomous spider he'll "trip" and let it out of his hands
- will kill someone if they comment on how you act
- lets you play and mess with his hair but he grounds you if you pull to hard
- if you like dinosaurs or mythical creatures he'll buy you those figurines of them and hide them around the house until you find them
- has lego batman themed bed sheets
johnny :
- literally spoils you so much
- he says that your his little girl and that you deserve to be spoiled
- embraces your childlike side and even encourages it
- hes very understanding if you act like a child due to trauma
- says its okay because everyone has their different ways to cope
- he honestly loves how you act like a child because he thinks he grew up to fast, and having childlike energy around him helps his inner child come out too
- he'll sit on the floor and color with you
- or paint if your into arts and crafts
- likes to watch disney movies even if you dont like them
- he also lets you paint his nails and toe nails and dress him up in pretty dresses like hes a doll
- occasionally lets you put makeup on him, like false lashes and everything
- one time he bought a diy birdhouse for you two to build together but you guys couldnt figure out to assemble it correctly without a bunch of duck tape and elmers glue
- lowkey sheilds you from the world but would never ever admit that
- daddy johnny 🥸
bam :
- the one thing he doesnt comment on
- finds it enjoyable watching you look at all the different toys in stores
- will even buy toys that you like
- he will never admit that he likes seeing you happy and instead says that he likes toys too
- expect many many toys during christmas wrapped nicely sitting under your tree
- but if you like slime or putty hed stray away from that because he thinks its gross
- "its like your playing with somebodys cum" he says while trying to remove some sticky slime from his fingers
- but he honestly loves kinetic sand so much but he would never tell you that
- he secretly plays with your (if that's your thing) kinetic sand while your away
- like he sits in the closet with the lights off and just messes around with it
- its his secret pleasure type thing
- and he also loves collecting hot wheels so you have to wait around for him in stores to pick out his favorite hot wheel car
- he likes how excited you get in toy aisles, hoe your eyes light up and your face glows under the florescent store lights
- every easter he buys you a little bunny or chick stuffed animal and shyly gifts it to you
- and also those little cartoon themed boxes of chocolates
- but if you say anything about it he'll tackle you and act like he never gave you anything
#jackass x reader#jackass#steve o x reader#steve o#bam margera x reader#bam margera#johnny knoxville#johnny knoxville x reader#chris pontius x reader#chris pontius
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