#Brenden's voice is so sweet in this one
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Bedrooms and Hallways(1998)-Watching Con O'Neill's old stuff cause it's fun. Day #?
Bedrooms and Hallways
Here we are!
Once again, consuming media I would have otherwise never watched for one guy. As always thoughts at the end.
Warnings: I can't find any official ones but- any genitals are covered by a blanket, knee, or just blurred in the background. Referenced masturbation. Post-coital/foreplay activities. Fighting. Two men making out, generally just friends encouraging their friend to get laid. Don't watch in front of the family. 90s-era comedy, biphobia might be an issue, but that might just depend on the viewer.
Life Update: Just turned 21 yesterday, didn't do anything fun (I've never drank and don't really want to), but rewatched OFMD yesterday for the first time in months with the brother. I just had a good day. This movie has a guy leaving his 'fun' twenties to live his more serious adult life. Accidentally fitting :)
As always I'd love to thank everyone who reads this. The usual suspects, those who've given me notes, and the blogs I love to see who have posted about this movie<3 Y'all make my year just that bit brighter. If you haven't seen this movie, I've also got Con photos here from the movie. So there's that. :)
@mossiestpiglet @thedowneyheart @harryduboisfathog @downinthehull @dianetastesmetal @ivegotnonameidea @gydima @treesofgreen @jaysfandomcorner @joestrummen
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30? Lovely. Celebrate a bit!
"THE BOYS COME BACK" Yey!
Oh I love this. CON!!!
Give that man a surprise party, he's literally asking for one.
God, Love that our protagonist has a support system.
God where the fuck are they at, this is a giant apartment.
I know a few recognizable faces are in this, but I will need to IMDB everyone
Protagonist being awkward around everyone at his own suprise party is very sweet.
Yeah, they threw a party just to throw a party, but still. Try to have fun.
Well, I'd love to see more of Con's guy.
Bro's working on coming out a bit? Good for him.
IS THAT HUGO WEAVING? ELROND? V? What the fuck??!?! Oh, I'm in for a good time.
Hell yeah, a suit kink is standard. OH HE FUCKS PEOPLE IN HOUSES THAT ARN'T SOLD YET?!?!? That feels illegal in a way.
Okay, if your going to do something like this, check the upstairs before you fuck.
I'm into the editing, fun and snappy.
Ha! The way Leo(protagonist) gossips to everyone.
(talking to coworker)Bro, just communicate in a relationship, seriously. Why do straight men in media just assume relationships are getting complemented every once in a while.
I need straight friends like this.
I'm concerned with the phrase men's group.
I've gotten a few chuckles out already.
I think they're a fun older straight couple. (Men's group.)
Oh, was the first few minutes a jump forward? Lovely.
CON! TERRY!
God, I want his wardrobe.
"You sat in a room with straight men and talked about your feelings?" True, I'd be surprised as well.
Your friend is more Fem presenting and has probably been harassed most of his life. He's found a nice inner circle, don't bash him.
Does this man with a rough voice that washes over you happen to be named Terry? It's not, but what if.
(Realtor showing a house) Babe, it's housing, it's never really positive.
"Don't stop now I was just getting moist!" Haaahhaa
(Cut to the men's group) THE HONESTY STONE! I NEED TO DO THIS IN A FIC.
What the fuck is going on here?
"Support his head in a loving way"?
(guy clearly lying on the ground pretending to be having an exorcism)Me too guy, this is a lot.
I….I want to be in the lady's room. I know why this character is doing this. If he makes a big show of it, he doesn't need to actually genuinely open up.
CON COVERING HIS MOUTH SO HE DOESNT LAUGH
Love that they sat for hours letting this guy go off.
Leo's turn. "I find a member of the group attractive." (That member being Brenden) WOAH. Babe, bold. This just feels like an easy way to get beat up.
Terry, I have questions. Mainly, how are you swinging babe? I love that he's supportive of Leo coming out almost immediately, if hesitant.
"He's alright." TERRY YOU BITCH
Call me a prude, I don't think I'd fuck in a pool.
I love that we see how much these houses cost.
I also love how supportive his friend is here with this crush.
I swear if someone dies I'm going to lose my shit.
SAUNA
OH GOOD LORD! Gender? Envy.
(Then we move on into the women's club's room for a usual meeting. The men all wearing white robes. Terry opens the scene by saying he has a big announcement.)
HELL YEAH TERRY!
IS HE ALSO QUEER?
THE HARPOON?
(Terry, hesitantly, admitting that he jacked off to a magazine filled with men) HELL YEAH TERRY!
GOOD FOR YOU TERRY! (IM ASSUMING) BISEXUAL ICON!
FUCKING YEAH! GOOD ON YOU MAN.
As someone who also found out about themselves after someone close came out to them. Awww. It's just very sweet.
God I love terry talking to the women's group leader "cause we've made a mess of it, us men, haven't we." ICON
The drama. Oh, Brenden is a closet case. And Terry, THE GUY WHO JUST HAD THE BALLS TO COME OUT is hitting on HIS man.
Imagine making a men's support group that turns into a dating agency
Don't be mean to Terry, Brenden. Terry is mean enough to himself. Have you looked at him?
OHHH GET IT TERRY! MAKE BRENDEN JEALOUS!
HAHAHAHAH HE READ JANE AUSTEN! Rude, but yeah, that shit can be a slog to read.
JESUS FUCKING CHRIST…wait…oh my god. Darren fucking Mr. Collins. That's how I recognize him! OH MY GOD. That was years after this!!!! WTF!?!?!?
OH MY LORD SHORT SHORTS TERRY YOU FIEND. I see the fifth-dimensional chess going on here.
You won't be hunting shit. It's a public forest in England. Order takeout.
How the fuck did they actually catch a rabbit.
Oh, Terry you pathetic little guy. Trapped in a bush.
Terry. 0. Bush 1. Awww he had to change outfits :(.
Yeah, there you go babes. Order food like men.
Don't dance that close to the fire, also, taking his shirt off is a good move. 10/10.
Brenden, why are you like this. Crawling into his tent, I see you.
Seriously? Terry walks into camp and thinks he sees the shadows of the two of them(Leo and Brenden) fucking? Just like Ed&Stede with the sword incident. Making Terry jealous and defensive? Great. Love it.
God Terry's outfits are all looks, sassy bitch, I love it
Ohh shit. Terry's jealous.
OHH SHIT! GET HIM TERRY! GET HIS ASS.
(In the car, driving home) AWWWW Terry says he's not ready for hugs yet but in the opening, we saw him hug Leo. :) That's so fucking GOOD. AHH
Oh, we've all had that straight crush we wished was gay.
So did they actually fuck? Or...
Terry's fucking side-eye. He's probably happy he gets to flip the script a bit here on Leo with the whole sexuality exploration.
This isn't going to go well for Leo.
Obviously respect where people are at, don't force gay people to prove that they aren't just faking it but still. Weird.
(The roommate trying to 'test' if he likes women) HAHAHHAHAA I love them. This is weird but he doesn't seem too uncomfortable with it.
(Skipped a few scenes, but Leo and Brenden definately fuck)
Awww Leo's chasing after him to make sure you get his number is cute. AWWWW.
They're flirting is so fun. Love banter=flirting
Oh does she think she's cheating on him with another woman?
OH HE'S TOTALLY CHEATING THAT'S FUCKED UP.
Oh God, they know each other. Brenden is dead. Murdered.
The way that Darren ran over to hear the gossip! HOLY SHIT!
OH SHIT, THE WAY HE'S TRYING TO COVER FOR HIM, DAMN
Okay, he's not cheating, he's actually broken up here. Good.
No, that's totally a relationship on pause. Good on him for trying to clarify where Brenden is at before pushing it further.
Good on the married couple that runs the groups. "I love being a woman, not because of you, because of me."
Terry do you want to fuck Brennan. That's definitely a look you're giving him.
Awww! Baby Queers unite! "Does it hurt?" "You get used to it after a while..." Terry squeezes the pillow tighter "Excellent." Ahh! Love it.
"*Gong* I've Got something but it's not homosexual so I don't know If you'll be interested" hmm….we'll see John. You're on a tight rope.
I love this therapist guy. Damn. If John's going to be like that, he can just leave.
Leo. Babe, bisexual. The word we're looking for is Bisexual.
"You are a strawberry blonde. You can't go out with an ash blonde." Me looking at my blond x brunette ship list.
Handcuffs= they're going to get caught.
(Darren gets caught getting fucked in the girlfriends house, then needs to tell Leo, cause YEAH) "If I'd done something really, really, really, bad…"Ahahahahha Callback
God, I hope everyone pairs up with someone. Especially Terry-
"Why am I always the one waiting for everyone to sort themselves out?" Me too babe
CONFRONT HIM AT WORK. GREAT IDEA.
THROUPLE, I vote throuple. 2 people have issues communicating, but it could work.
SHE KNEW, AND DOESN'T WANT HIM BACK. GOOD ON HER
Darren, please put down the knife. You are going to hurt yourself.
Cut to the party back at the beginning.
OH GOOD FUCKING GOD. Go hang out with your friends, babe.
Terry stay away from Brenden. He's has a bad vibe. Also, Glowup! The white coat, the shirt! God. I want his gender.
Three is a throuple and 2 members here are too irresponsible to manage it.
Good on her for setting boundaries though.
The whole kissing friends thing is so weird.
HA! THE WHOLE WOMENS GROUP IS ALSO SHADES OF QUEER! AHHHH! The older straight couple just loves the gossip.
Oh, Elrond wants to fuck. Well, at least you tried mate. Good on Darren for trying to stand up for himself, the guy wants a bit of romance.
OHHHH SHIT! TERRY'S CHEWING HIM OUT!!!!
GET HIM TERRY! CHEW BRENDEN OUT! YOU ARE GOING TO LOSE THIS FIGHT! BUT I WANT IT!
Oh they absolutely need to fuck, the sheer hatred emanating off of them alone. LOOK AT IT
The two Blondes unaware two idiots about to fight in the backyard.
God, i actually like/care for all of these couples, it's sweet
1 PUNCH IS ALL IT TOOK. The nose is his weak spot.
ONCE AGAIN HE'S SAD BLOODY AND PATHETIC
OH MY GOD. Brenden is actually using his pickup line on Terry? OH GOD.
HAHAHA HIS LOOK TO THE HEAVENS AND QUIET 'YES!' Hopefully they can make it work. But with Brenden back to living with her, who knows.
Well, another year. Everyone paired off. Leo is letting himself find joy where ever he can find it. Both roommates are getting laid. Good, happy, movie.
Yeah, that 'hope it's just a phase' joke isn't great.
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Bisexuality: This film goes into the whole 'are you truly a gay', thing. Overall it ends up with three characters who thought they were one way, realizing they were more fluid than they thought(Leo, Darren, and Terry). Just kind of a fun character exploration film. I'm looking at it in a modern sense. Darren(gay roomate) clings to his identity to find a community whereas Leo feels no need to define it. Both aren't inherently wrong, just different ways of living a life. Personally defining a label wasn't for me, so eh, I get both sides. It was the 90s when this came out and for the time, idk. Sexual fluidity feels revolutionary. I think the point of the movie is, to explore and live your life? I'd love to know how any bisexuals who read this feel about it.
Con: 10/10 God I fucking loved Terry.
Seeing someone essentially having my same life experience coming out was funny (exploring the idea of being queer after a friend comes out, realizing you have a crush on that friend, but oh shit, crush has already shacked up with a friend in the group). He's such a fucking sweet asshole. Asking for genuine advice, smiling, standing up for a friend. Sure, he wanted to fuck Leo, but he's still someone Leo can trust. I want to rank all of the Con characters based on how alike they are to Izzy. Cause Terry is up there. He's so pathetic, in such a fun way.
AND GOD HIS OUTFIT CHANGES!
I noticed it in the movie but didn't want to just briefly bring it up to a point, but god it's so good!
The way he naturally relaxes into clothing that just fits his fun personality more. THE SHORTS! After the man comes out, he realizes he wants to fuck Leo, then shows off his legs in shorts! Genius Idea. Beautiful. Then his outfit gets ruined in bushes. GOD. By the end of the movie he settles into a good mix of relaxed and macho. He wears what he's comfortable with and isn't as closed off. It's sweet.
I am not over Con playing the jealous 3rd in a 2 person relationship. I literally rewatched OFMD yesterday for my birthday. These are very similar people. I love it so much guys. I did this thinking this would help me write Izzy, which it has, but god. I'm just so glad I did to see more queer media.
Everyone else 8/10: Darren grew on me like a leach. His version of Queerness opening up to romance, and legit trying to manage that was sweet. Branden was a 50/50 for me, I had bad vibes with him in the beginning and he never really grew on me. I actually hated Daren's main squeeze, too off putting seeing him here. Loved his other roomie, and the therapist/leader the men's group.
Story 6-7/10: I liked the ending. This weird year wrapped up and Leo ready to look into his future. With a new, wider, weirder support system filled with more people expressing their Queerness in different ways. I liked it ignoring the 90s comedy beats, weird editing, music. This was just a fun story that ignored the real world for a bit.
Overall: 7-8/10. Personally, I recommend it with caveats. Weird 'we need to separate hetero and homo' stuff, and weird humor definitely from the 90s. I did like 90% of the characters though, and this was a long movie that kept me engaged the whole time. Which is something I can't say about some of Con's other stuff. Again, I'm heavily leaning to one side of the Kinsey scale. I can't imagine how insulting this movie could be if I was more center-leaning. Love to hear yall's thoughts down below <3 I love chatting with yall.
(Also, if I didn't recognize anyone else famous, please yell at me)
(Ranking based on Character/Performance, not on project itself)
I've decided that I will add his mini projects/tv appearances eventually. Pie in the Sky needs to get on there For Sure. Next up, I am actually watching the first half of Real Women, S2 eps1-4.
(Fun aside. I put all of Con's characters into the Hunger games generator, including the characters I hadn't seen yet. Terry came out victorious! Killing off Angel and Mogh personally. This set expectations high, and I'm glad he met them.)
Have an amazing week yall!
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Him: 2
He knocks on his own door before it slides open. When he pauses before coming in you stand awkwardly, your fingers twisting together. He looks okay, not like Brenden had given him any trouble, and if you thought you’d been surrounded by his scent before you’re drowning in it now.
“Please, make yourself comfortable.” He says softly and you sink back down onto the couch. “I’m going to shut the door so we can have an honest conversation but I won’t lock it so you can leave anytime.”
“Okay.” He closes the door and makes his way slowly toward you, his scent growing even stronger as he does. “I’m confused.”
“Can I sit?” He asks and you nod, he drops down onto the couch then looks over at you, “ask me anything you like.”
“I thought you were a Beta. You smelled like a Beta but now, you’re not just an Alpha.” You take a deep breath and whisper, “You’re, Alpha.” He preens at your admission that he feels like your Alpha.
“Do you know much about Alpha culture in the 40’s?”
“No.”
“Alphas in the 40’s were much more secluded. You had one Alpha and then the rest of the pack would be Betas and Omegas. Alpha-Alpha friendships were not a thing. Steve has always been an Alpha, before the serum he was a tiny Alpha but he’s, a True Alpha.”
“What.” You breathe, you’d heard of True Alpha’s but you’d never known of one before. They were rare but when giving an Alpha command no one, not even another Alpha could fight with them.
“Yea, so I’ve been taking suppressants since the 40’s, blockers too, to keep that punk alive. It was the only job I thought I’d ever have I never thought I’d find an Omega but then you walked into my life.”
“So, you’ve always been presenting as a Beta?”
“Yes.”
“And it didn’t bother you?”
“To keep Steve alive? No.”
“What made you decide to stop?”
“You.” He purrs the word and you blink at him.
“Me?” He nods and scoots a little closer to you. His scent rolls over you again and goosebumps rise over your skin. “Oh.”
“Talk to me Doll, tell me what you’re thinkin’.”
“It’s a lot.” You admit and there’s a rush of disappointment, “but I’m excited too.” You inch closer to him, his blue eyes watch you closely. “I feel safe.”
“With me?”
“Yes,” you whisper and he moves closer. “When Brenden wouldn’t stop I was so anxious, but here? In your space I just, I want-“ you trail off as you realize that you were going to say that you wanted to build a nest in his space.
“What’s wrong Doll?” He asks and when you don’t respond he moves closer to you, “Honey I can feel your anxiety.” He purrs taking your hand and rubbing his thumb over your wrist.
“I don’t know if this is a good idea. Maybe I should go back on the suppressants.” You blurt, this feeling is, a lot. It’s all a lot.
“Why?” The hurt is evident in his voice.
“I’m just, this is, we’re not even bonded and I can feel your emotions. I’m, uh I’m, I’m overwhelmed.” You’re starting to panic with everything you’re feeling.
“Omega,” Bucky coos, “come here.” You don’t think that he knows he’s just given you an Alpha command but you melt into him. “Just take a breath Honey.” He says softly and you take a shaky breath as Bucky presses a kiss to the top of your head. His calm seems to cover you like a blanket and you revel in it.
After a few minutes of silence Bucky sighs, “Do you not want an Alpha? Or is it just me?” He asks softly and quite suddenly that feeling of peace is gone.
“Of course I want you! How could you even say that? I’m scared Bucky!” A slow smile crosses his lips, much to your surprise.
“Good, it’ll work out. We’ve got friends we can ask and access to the best doctors we’re gonna be just fine.” He soothes, “Now, I’m gonna kiss you Doll.” Bucky gently tips your chin up so that he can cover your mouth with his.
It’s like everything clicks into place the moment his lips touch yours and you can’t believe you’d ever thought to take a step back. It’s like you’ve been walking in a daze for your whole life and suddenly you’re awake.
“Better Doll?” He whispers and you give him a small smile and nod. “Good. Now, I’d like to take you out for dinner.”
“You don’t have to Bucky.”
“I know Honey, but I’m gonna woo you right.” You laugh softly,
“Okay.” You tell him, curling into him, “but if it’s okay I’d like to move in here.”
“Whatever you want Omega.” You hum happily, you’ll get to build your nest in his space before your next heat. “Do you want to do that now?”
“Can we?”
“Yea,” you stand and he follows you to his feet. He stares down at you, for a moment before kissing you again, oh you could get used to this. “So sweet.” He murmurs and you duck your head at the praise. “Get used to the praise Omega, I’m gonna tell you how stunning you are every change I get.”
With the help of the rest of the team you’re moved into Bucky’s apartment within the next three hours. Steve is the last to leave and he gives you a pleased smile when he does.
“Do you want to go out tonight? Or tomorrow?” Bucky asks curling an arm around you.
“Tomorrow please.”
“Whatever you want Omega.” You love hearing your title from him. The way it rumbles through him. “So what do you want to do tonight?” He asks nudging your scent gland with the tip of his nose, he hums lowly, deep in his chest. You can’t think with his mouth so close to where he’s gonna mark you and when he presses a soft kiss to the spot you let out a soft whimper. “Okay Omega?”
“Yeh.” You breathe and Bucky lets out a low rumble of a laugh. You’re much more than okay.
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Guess who got a big chunk of writing done for the first time in months? This gal!
Okay, so here is a rough first chapter of a Metalocalypse fanfic, Dethcomics:
"Gentleman… It seems Dethklok is looking into joining the world of comic books. A call has gone out seeking artists and writers to create a Dethklok graphic novel."
"This could be catastrophic! Every new Dethklok industry venture manages to upset the balance of trade, but a band-sponsored book spreading their messages further?!"
"At least with their music no one can tell what Nathan Explosion is saying. But written in black and white?!"
"Exactly. To elaborate, I have called in expert in comics, Professor Varveil Molfirbygai."
The Professor, skinny and acne-ridden, comes forward, pushing his square-framed glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Gentlemen, Dethklok have already rejected the proposals by Brian Posehn, Brian Piludo, and Grant Morrison for their books and are tearing through artists one at a time. At this rate, no one in the industry will be left but Rob Liefeld and Devin Grayson. Apparently their contradictory demands and unrealistic expectations have even been characterized by Alan Moore as 'too far out'. Marvel, DC, Image, and Dark Horse have all blacklisted them, leading to the band to launch their own independent publishing house. This could potentially upset the delicate balance of power within the industry. And God help us if the title is snatched up for screen adaptation by Sony or - ugh - Hulu."
"What can we do to nip this in the bud?"
"It seems that Nathan Explosion's new wife, Abigail Remeltindtdrinc and Charles Offdensen have taken a more direct role in monitoring the project. They may prove a stabilizing influence…"
~_~_~
"Ugh, Dildos!" William Murderface hurls his whiskey bottle to the corner of the game room. "These artsy-fartsy types are a bunch of egotistical, emotional dildos!"
"Ja, likes how obsessives and arrogants can yous gets?" Skwissgaar adds, shredding silently on his Gibson. "And sos delicate!"
Toki, leaning back from the Mortal Kombat machine, sniffs. "I's kinds of liked that Yoorerd Way fellows…"
"HE DIDN'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT ROCK!" Nathan roars from the foosball table, engaging in a fierce battle with Pickles.
"Maybe we should just write it ourselves, y'know." Pickles suggests, "And get, I don't know… Toki, you draw things, right?"
Toki brightens. "I'S DO!"
Skisgaar scoffs, "All's he's draws is girly, fluffy tings like happy bunnies and womens withts de tits covered."
"Toki is even less metal than that Brenden Smalls douchebag! Heh, Brenden Smalls, what did he ever create for anyone?" Murderface adds.
"I cans draw brutal!"
"I'm sure you can, Toki, but I'm afraid that still isn't happening," a firm, female voice calls out.
The room falls silent as Charles and Abigail enter the room.
"Guys, Abigail may have found someone to write and draw the book," Charles announces.
Abigail blanches slightly, somewhat uncomfortable. "Maybe, if I can convince her."
"Her?" Murderface asks, somehow sounding simultaneously dismissive and aroused. "We can't let ladies make stuff for us!"
Abigail cradles her temple. "See?" She says to Offdensen, "I told you!"
"Why would we wants chicks arounds us?" Skwisgaar asks.
"Guys, we already put out the announcement. You've blown through nearly every acclaimed graphic novel creator in the business. Fans are getting impatient. So if we can get Abigail's friend to do this for us, you will be on your best behavior!"
"Maybe we should give this chick a chance, you know?" Nathan offers, offering his wife a sympathetic look.
"Oh, you're only saying that because your lady suggested it!" Murderface howls, taking a new bottle of alcohol from a Klokateer with a tray. "You're totally whipped, Man!"
Abigail's eyes burn. She smarches over to the couch and yanks the bassist by the ear. He cries out.
"Listen, you talentless sack of piss, this whole project has been taking time away from recording. And you know how I feel about that. You're going to be a good little boy and do as I say, understand?!"
"YES, MA'AM!"
Abigail releases him, leans back, clears her throat, and smooths her blazer. "I apologize for that. I am… not feeling like myself lately. Like I said, I haven't even convinced my friend to do this, I am not even sure I can. But you can all be sure of her qualifications. Her name is Sofia Maldonado, she's been creating comics since she was fifteen. She has worked on titles like The Boys, Swamp Thing, Ms. Marvel, Deadpool, Nightwing, and Batman. She has her own book, The Emerald Pixie, that has been a hit with both critics and readers and has been nominated for four Eisner Awards, winning two."
The band looks at her as if she is speaking Chinese. She sighs.
" Uh, 'Emerald Pixie'?" Nathan inquires, "No offense, Honey, but that doesn't sound very metal."
"The Pixie has retractable ten inch fangs."
"Oh, uh, that's cool, I guess."
"I mean, it can't hurt, I guess." Pickles adds.
"Is she hot?" Murderface asks.
"Yeahs, is she hot?" Skwisgaar asks.
Abigail turns to Charles. "Why am I doing this again?"
Offdensen pats the producer on the arm. "Guys, please, that is irrelevant. And you will keep things professional, or I am cancelling your vacation to Pornfest this year, understand?"
"What?! Can you even do that?!" Pickles cries out.
"As per my new contract with the five of you, I most certainly can."
The band all grumbles, except for Toki.
"Cans I's shows her my drawings?"
"I'm sure that will be fine."
Abigail sighs. "Look, guys, this woman is a friend of mine, she is good at what she does, and she does not put up with crap. I am going out on a limb for you with this. One wrong move and she bolts. Understand?"
They all grumble again, but answer in the affirmative.
"Excellent." Charles straightens his tie and clears his throat. "Abigail will call up Ms. Maldonado and see if she is willing."
~_~_~_~
"No."
"Just lis-"
"No, Abby, and also: No. Nope. Negative. Nuh-uh. Nein. Not happening. They've run through almost everyone. Do you know how fucked up you have to be to weird out Alan Moore?! The man worships a Roman Snake God, for fucks sake. I am not descending into that pit of testosterone and excess."
"I will keep them in line, I promise. I managed to get them through six albums in as many years. Now that I'm involved, it will be different, I promise."
"Didn't William Murderface once refer to women as 'Serpents with tits'? Abby, I have reached a point in my career where I am through putting up with shit like this. I have had to collaborate with Garth Ennis and Frank Miller. I even spent an entire hour of my life in the presence of Dave Sims. I have done my time."
Abigail groans. "Sof, Charles Offdensen is offering enough for you to put Eddie through preschool, K-12 private, college and grad school someday."
"Emerald Pixie is selling like crazy and Paramount and Universal have approached me for the rights."
"I'll get you an interview for Collegiate."
There's a long pause.
"...Really? How?"
"I'm an alum, remember? And the Headmistress owes me, like, seven favors. Your son will be playing in the sandbox with the children of Governors and hedge fund owners.”
There’s another pause. Abigail smiles. For all that Sofia has gone on about hating capitalism and her passion for Leftist politics, since her son was born she’d grown a little hypocritical on that front. Not that Abby could blame her. Sofia didn’t have a lot of support, being a single mom.
“Maybe I’ll consider a meaning.”
Abigail tries a different tactic. “Please do. To be honest, I could really use a friend around here at the moment.”
It’s not something she’d normally say, as independent as she is. But as she makes the statement, she realizes that it’s true.
Sofia’s voice becomes gentler. “What’s up?”
Abigail tells her.
Her friend takes a deep breath. “Okay, then. I’ll take the meeting. But I mean it, Abby, one shitty comment---”
“---I know. But hey, look, you’ve met Nathan, and he’s not so bad, right?”
Technically, Sofia had encountered the entire band to varying extents at the wedding. She’d really only spoken to Nathan, and stared, mouth agape, at Pickles’s bender and slurred Best Man’s toast.
“He’s not too bad, I guess. But the rest? Bunch of crazy gringos.”
“Toki is sweet. Pickles actually isn’t bad when he’s not blackout drunk. Skwisgaar can be decent, aside from the arrogance. And Murderface… Don’t worry, I’ll keep my boot to his neck. I’ll keep my boots to all of their necks. I swear. Please, Sof, do this for me.”
Sofia takes yet another deep breath. “Alright. I’ll be available in a couple of weeks. Book me a flight. And I want my Collegiate interview before then.”
“Done. Thank you so much.”
They say their good-byes. Abigail hangs up and leans back against the pillows of her bed, rubbing her temple. Nathan enters the bedroom, looking a little sheepish.
“Look, uh, I had another talk with the guys. Murderface is in debt again, so I offered to pay it off, if you don’t, uh, mind. That should help keep him… you know… less Murderface.” He sits down on the edge of the bed and takes her hand. “Did she say yes?”
“We have a single meeting in two weeks. I’m pretty sure I’m going to draw up a list with Charles about things they are not allowed to bring up.”
“You’re sure this is a good idea, right?”
Abigail smiles ruefully. “No, not at all. But it’s the only idea I have.”
“I hope the guys don’t, well, uh, you know…”
“Sofia talks a big game, but she’s tough and willing to put up with more than she lets on. She wouldn’t be where she is if it were otherwise. If we keep them reined in enough, I think we might make this work.”
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“Hey, I’s remembers her!”
“Shut up, Toki! Don’t be weird!” Pickles snaps as they watch their prospective new artist drop her bags in the middle of the Mordhouse entry hall and look up at the gargantuan ceiling.
She is tall and athletic, with bronzed skin, blue eyes, and dark brown hair. She wears boot-cut black pants, a red graphic tee, and a black jacket with pins on the lapel. The band all peers at her curiously as Abigail rushes forward to greet her, ask after her son, and re-introduce Charles.
Handshakes are exchanged, and Abigail ushers the band over.
“Sofia, you of course remember my husband Nathan. This is Pickles, the drummer. Skwisgaar Skwigelf, lead guitar.”
“Hi’s.” Skwisgaar offers, obviously trying not to stare at her tits.
“Toki Wartooth, rhythm guitar.”
“Hello’s artist-lady!” Toki bounces on his heels, clutching sheets of paper. “I’s have some drawings, I hopes you like them!” He thrusts them towards her.
The artist smiles kindly and takes them. “I’ll give them a look. Thank you, Mr. Wartooth.”
“Calls me Toki!”
“Thank you, Toki.”
“And finally, William Murderface, bass.”
“Greetings and salutations, Senoriiiiiita!” Murderface grabs the woman’s hand and presses a wet kiss to it before smirking up at her. “Ole.”
Sofia snatches her hand back and glances at Abigail, who glowers at the bassist. “Knock it off, Murderface, or I’ll have you neutered.”
He squeals and jumps back. “S-Sorry.”
"So's, tells me, comics-lady. Cans we's makes dis comic book a pops-ups book and can we's makes the pop-up dragons breathes fire?"
Sofia takes one look at Toki, then another at Abigail. "I'm so glad to be here!"
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Stay...
Part 6/?
Damien Haas X O.C
Fluff
Angst (T.W Abuse)
Shayne Topp
Lindsey sits in a spiny chair behind the camera. She’s watching the gang talk about the cancer research fundraiser that they just got done doing. Damien is shining on the camera, doing what he loves, with the people he cares most about. They raised more money than they ever expected for the cause.
“I am so proud of everyone who donated, you guys are really making a difference!” Damien smiles. Shayne comes up behind Lindsey and wraps his arms around her shoulders.
“Having fun?” Shayne whispers. Lindsey nods and smiles. “Look at our boy,” We both chuckle.
“So thanks again for everyone and donating! You all have really made a difference!” Damien smiles.
“Alright guys, I think we got it!” Someone Lindsey doesn’t recognize call cut and the cameras get turned off. “Awesome job guys,” Damien goes off the soundstage and walks over to Lindsey.
“Hey, do you want to meet Wes?” Damien knows Lindsey is a huge fan of Wes’s cosplay. She rolls her eyes and punches his shoulder.
“Damien! Shut up!” Lindsey whispers “Of course I do. Don’t be weird!” Lindsey stands up and fixes her dress. She wanted to dress up today because she spends most of her time in sweats with her hair in a messy bun. So today she wore a dress, curled her hair, and did her make up.
“Wes!” Damien calls over the tall tree of a boy who smiles and bounces to them.
“Yeah?” Wes flips his hair out of his eyes, Lindsey is at a loss for words.
“This my friend Lindsey, she’s a big fan of your cosplay!” Damien gestures over to Lindsey almost like Vanna White.
“That’s awesome! It’s nice to meet you,” Wes shakes Lindsey’s hand and she smiles.
“Yeah, I found your Instagram randomly and I loved it! My favorite was the final fantasy one you did, it was beautiful!”
Wes brings his hands to his face. “Awe you’re so sweet!”
“You think she’s sweet you should have her homemade chocolate cookies sometimes?” Damien chimes in.
“Homemade cookies?” Wes perks up on his tiptoes.
“They are the best!” Lindsey starts to blush.
“They’re not the best.” Lindsey mocks Damien and looks up to him. “But I’ll have to bring them in some time!”
“Oh my gosh, 100%!” Wes yells. “Well I have to go get some lunch, it was great meeting you!” Wes brings Lindsey into a hug. Wes smells like a musky colleague and Lindsey smiles.
“Yeah, it was great to meet you too!” Wes leaves. “Oh my God!” Lindsey jumps up and down from excitement. “That was Wes!” Damien laughs, he looks at Lindsey being so happy at this moment and smiles. It’s been an entire year since he’s seen her this excited or happy about anything.
“Come here, I want to show you something.” Damien grabs onto Lindsey’s hand and takes her down a bunch of stairs.
“Where are we going?” Lindsey laughs as they bounce down the stairs.
“You’ll see,” They reach the end of the steps to a door at the end of the hallway. “Alright, I’m going to cover your eyes.” Damien stands behind Lindsey and covers her eyes with his hands. Lindsey’s stomach gets filled with butterflies, her cheeks get red, and she can’t help but smile. “Watch your step,” Damien leads Lindsey into the room. “Close your eyes, I’m going to take my hands off, but you need to keep your eyes shut.”
“Okay,”
“Are your eyes shut?”
“yes,”
“Promise?”
“I Promise. Damien, what’s going on?” Lindsey can feel good nerves.
“Okay open your eyes, now.” Lindsey opens her eyes to a city winter wonderland set. Damien turns on a fan and fake snow falls from the ceiling, soft Christmas carols play.
“Oh my God,” Lindsey giggles. “Damien, this is beautiful!” Damien walks up and places his hands on Lindsey’s hips.
“Yeah we have a sketch “Every Black Friday Ever”, we needed a set, so I told them snow would be a nice touch. Do you like it?”
“It’s perfect!” Lindsey is still in awe about the set around her.
“So Linds, I was thinking, and I want to do this right.” Damien pulls Lindsey close. “Would like to go on a date with me?” Lindsey smiles and drapes her arms around Damien’s neck.
“I would love too,” Before they even notice, they both start swaying to the music together. Damien starts to hum along. “I’ve missed your singing,” Lindsey closes her eyes.
“Oh come on,”
“You have a great voice, Damien,” She looks back at Damien deep brown eyes and smiles. “Sing to me,”
Damien starts singing to the Christmas music. “Chestnuts roasting on an open fire, Jack Frost nipping at your nose.” Using his sweet tenor register brings chills down Lindsey’s spine. “Yuletide carols being sung by a choir.” Lindsey rests her head on Damien’s shoulder.
“I wish this moment would never end.”
Damien kisses Lindsey’s forehead. “Me too.”
“Hey, I didn’t tell you to stop singing!” Lindsey smirks. Damien goes into an overdramatic, belting, vibrato voice as he speeds up the dancing to a waltz, dancing completely out of beat with the music. Lindsey giggles. He dips her to the end of the song with one hand, the other he shoots to the sky.
***
Next Saturday was date night. Lindsey and Damien were so excited to finally go out together. Lindsey is in the bathroom cleaning herself up.
“Damien can you pick up my phone!” Lindsey calls from the bathroom as she gets out of the shower. She could hear it ringing as she turned off the water.
“Got it!” Lindsey wraps her robe around herself. She flips her hair down and wraps it in a towel. She looks in the mirror and smiles. She’s starting to look like herself again. The bags under her eyes are disappearing, her smile seems more natural to look at now, and she can thank Damien for that. She exits the bathroom and stops in her tracks when she sees Damien sitting at the kitchen table with a look on his face like he’s seen a ghost.
“Who was it?” Damien stares at Lindsey’s phone in his hand. Lindsey starts to pick at her hands.
“Your lawyer.” The color drops from her face. “Brenden is pleading not guilty, he wants to meet with us before the court date is set.” Lindsey leans up against the wall, she nods trying to take in all the information. “Not only that,” Damien gives a sad chuckle. “He’s suing me,”
“What the hell!” Shayne walks out into the kitchen.
“Yeah, for assault and battery.” Damien shakes his head. He pounds his fist into the kitchen table, Lindsey jumps.
“It’s not fair, I can’t keep reliving that story, I can’t do it, I can’t.” Lindsey turns to Shayne and cries into his shoulder. He wraps his arms around her and rubs her back up and down.
“Shh, it’s okay, it’s okay.”
“No, it’s not!” She pounds her fist into Shayne’s chest. “It’s not fair!” She pulls away from him. Damien has still stayed turned around not facing anyone. “Damien didn’t do anything wrong! Brenden comes from money he’ll get a great lawyer, he’ll get off Scott free. Now us, we’ll lose. I’ll have to tell a judge, a jury, and anyone else who curious enough to find themselves in a courtroom on a random Tuesday about what happened! My whole life with him. But then they will look me in the eyes and say the man who has hurt you-“ She starts to hyperventilate. “The man who has ruined your life is free.” Lindsey starts to break down. “And there’s nothing you can do about it. Oh and your friend here, yeah, he’ll have to pay money to the same scum bag cause he was standing up for you.” Lindsey almost laughs she’s at the point of giving up. Lindsey turns to the wall and starts pound her fists. “Just let me live!” She screams. “Let me go!” She starts to pound harder, imagining Brenden on the other side of these blows.
“Lindsey.” Damien stands up and faces her, she ignores his calls. Damien walks up behind Lindsey and wraps his arms around her arms to keep her from destroying her hands. He slowly sits on the ground bringing her down with him.
“It’s not fair!” She screams louder than anything else she’s yelled tonight. She falls limp in Damien’s arms and sobs. “It’s just not fair,” She almost whispers.
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Sweet 2
“Your waitress will be right with you.”
We each took a spot at the table and settled in, Pavs across from me and Brenden to my right. I was sore from conditioning and they’d both indulged me in a post-workout meal, a new diner we’d all heard about.
“This place is kind of cool.”
“Yeah, it’s not too bad. I figured it’d be busy considering all of the hype over it.”
“Well it’s nearly three. We may have just missed the lunch rush.”
We were mid conversation when she interrupted, setting a menu in front of each of us. I stared out the window for a moment until she started in on her welcome ramble.
“I’m Mara and I’ll be serving you guys today. Can I start you all off with drinks?”
“Mara?”
She smirked when I looked up, her smile as beautiful as the last time I’d seen it. I was taken aback by the sight of her but she shook it off, turning her grin to my friends. Brendan kicked me under the table and I sat up, watching her scrawl our orders on a small notepad.
“I’ll be right back with those.”
She spun and her dress lifted, giving me a peek of her beautiful thighs. I’d grown so accustomed to seeing her in her uniform at the shop and the sight of all her bare skin, the thin straps of her dress slipping down her shoulders as she stood behind the bar, it was intoxicating.
“Is that your Mara?” I nodded and Brendan whistled, Joe following my eyes to her. They started in on their teasing and I found myself nervous to talk to her again.
“Guys, be cool.”
“We’ll be cool. We’re cool guys, right Pavs?”
“Of course dude.”
She was close to coming back and I straightened myself up, tugging my shirt into place and sneaking a whiff of myself. Not great but there was nothing I could’ve done about it, especially when she set her tray on our table.
“So Mara- am I pronouncing that right?” She nodded and rested her hands on her hips. “Mara, I hear you know our good friend Joe.”
“Guys-”
“I do. I’m actually his personal shopper.”
“Ooh, what’s that like?”
Joe and Brendan both leaned forward to rest their chin on their fists, eyes wide as she laughed. It was soft and sweet, a rasp that seemed like music to my ears, and I stole a glance her way. Her eyes sparkled when they met mine and she raised one brow before nudging me.
“Well fellas, I won’t lie to you. He’s tough. Definitely one of my more demanding clients but he’s a sweetheart so I don’t mind too much.”
“And what are you two shopping for?”
“Suits.”
“Yup. We’ve found some pretty great ones too.”
“You’ll see them when the season starts back up.” I was blushing and I took a sip of my water to lessen the heat on my face, the way her perfume wafted over me sending a shiver down my spine.
“Do you guys play together?”
“Something like that. What do you do? Outside of this and um, shopping.”
The condescending tone in his voice didn’t seem to phase Mara as she tucked her tray under her arm. There was a moment of uncomfortable silence but she broke it with a grin. “I’m a children’s entertainer. Magician, actually.”
“No fucking way.” She nodded and Pavs shook his head. “Prove it.”
“How?”
“Show me a trick?”
“Like what?”
He started spouting off impossible tasks but she ignored him, leaning forward to pull a quarter out from behind his ear. Brendan and I both followed the coin as she flipped it in the air, catching it on the tip of her finger and then sandwiching it between her palms. Pavs had fallen silent but his eyes widened when she held her hands out, showing that the quarter had disappeared.
“That’s it?”
“Check your shirt pocket.” He reached in and pulled out a folded piece of paper, the same size as the pad in her apron. I watched him unfold it and gasp as he scanned over it. “Out loud.”
“That guy in the plaid looks like a douche. His friends are hot though.”
I looked down at his shirt and cracked up, taking in the red and white pattern and the look on his face. It was perfect, just enough bite to leave me wanting more, and Brendan laughed too.
“Really? That’s your trick?”
“Not impressed?” He shrugged a bit and she leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table until he followed suit. “On weekends I work as a contract killer. You want me to prove that too?”
They locked eyes for a long, tense moment of silence before he cracked a grin, shaking his head as he tossed her the paper he’d found in his pocket.
“She’s alright, Joe. I get what you’re saying now.”
Mara righted herself and cleared her throat, turning to look at me with her megawatt smile. I felt my cheeks burning but forced myself to mirror her, kicking Pavsunder the table as I did.
“You talk about me?”
“All good things, of course.”
Her bottom lip dropped in a pout and I swooned. “Shouldn’t lie to your friends, Joe. I’m not as nice as I seem.”
She took our orders and disappeared, a sway in her hips and a spring in her step. We all watched her as she walked away and, after a moment, I could feel all eyes on me.
“Don’t.”
“She’s so fucking hot.”
“Guys-”
“You left that out. You said, and I quote, ‘she’s the sweetest girl I’ve ever met,’ nothing about how hot she is. Nothing.”
“And she’s funny. I mean, like, she’s really funny. And she’s a magician?”
“Dude, that was so cool!”
“How did she do it?”
“I have no idea.” I sat back a bit and caught her eye from across the dining room, chewing on her bottom lip as she sifted through receipts. “She’s... you guys like her?”
“Yes. Do you?”
“I don’t know.”
“Yes you do. You’re so full of shit, Joe.”
We all stilled as she passed again, talking to another group of patrons but stealing a glance at our table. I watched her as she seated them, leaning forward a bit until she was nearly bent over. I felt like I was lying to myself, indulging in the idea that she was doing this for me, when she righted herself, turning to shoot me a wink before heading back to the kitchen.
My heart seemed to speed up as I studied her, every little movement intoxicating.
“Dude, you’re leering. Go talk to her.”
“I don’t-”
“Go. Or I will.”
The idea of Brendan taking a chance with her was enough to bring me to my feet and I flipped them off behind my back as I made my way over. She was leaning against the counter, a pen behind her ear and her brow furrowed in deep focus as she studied the slips in front of her.
“Am I interrupting?”
“What? No, not at all.” It could’ve been my overactive imagination but I thought I saw her blush. She straightened up and tilted her head to one side, wisps of hair falling in her face as she glanced over my shoulder. “Everything okay with the...food you guys haven’t gotten yet?”
“Yeah, it um- I just wanted to apologize. For my friends. They can be a bit much.”
“No, I like ‘em. They’re sweet.” She stole another glance and blushed hard, the look on her face pushing me to follow her eyes, and I caught both of them in the middle of some incredibly lewd hand gestures. “They’re perverts, but they seem cool.”
“Yeah, I’m not- that’s not me.”
“You’re not a pervert?” I nodded hard and she smirked. “That’s disappointing.”
This girl knew how to get to me, palms sweaty as I leaned against the counter. The way she bit down on her lip had me grateful for the support and I tried to shake off the innuendo and press on.
“Listen, I was wondering if you, I dunno, maybe want to go out sometime? Grab dinner?”
“Dinner? When?”
“Whenever.” Intended to be casual, I suddenly felt creepy and awkward. “I mean, when you’re free. If you want to. No pressure.”
She reached across to set her hand on mine, her skin warm and soft. I looked down for a brief moment and back to find her leaning close, her eyes sparkling as they met my own.
“You seem nervous. Don’t be. I get off at ten.”
“Ten?”
“Does that work for you? We could do it another night.”
“Ten is... it works. Yeah.”
I tapped the counter twice and turned back towards my friends, shaking off the nervous energy that had washed over me. She said yes. To dinner. She said yes to dinner with me. I reclaimed my seat and leaned in, Brendan and Pavs doing the same.
“So?”
“Holy fucking shit.”
#joe thornton imagine#joe thornton fic#sweet fic#hockey imagine#hockey rpf#hockey fic#nhl imagine#nhl rpf#nhl fic
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Ocs
My OC’s
Name: Charlotte Ruby Campbell (Face Claim Victoria Justice)
Alter Ego: Hatter
Age: 24
Orientation: Bisexual
Backstory: She didn’t have the best life growing up, her brother always overshadowed her in everything. Her parents only cared about him. A/J was a very caring brother, he loved Charlotte very much. They had a good relationship, but her parents never accepted her. Then, something flipped inside her mind. A voice appeared, she called herself Hatter. She told Charlotte what to do….and she did it. She killed her parents and fled the scene. But the police were close behind her. When they found her, she kept sobbing “Hatter made me do it…it’s her fault.” She spent a long while in a mental institution and met her BFF Jupiter there (Visit @prettyperfectpsycho to learn more). Since she had broken, she’s been living undercover for a while. No one has found her….yet.
Likes: dogs, candy, emo music, superheroes, action movies, comedy movies, galaxy print anything, writing, and playing piano.
Dislikes: arrogant people, idiots, being called a psycho, ants
Personality: She is a very sweet girl, but when Hatter takes control, she is very manipulative. She takes pleasure in making others suffer. Charlotte has a breakdown when Hatter lets her have control again when she sees the damage done. She is a trustworthy girl and wants to help people, but Hatter gets in the way.
Name: Elena Phoebe Slyne
Age: 26
Orientation: Lesbian
Background: She grew up in a decent home, there weren’t any complaints from here. She was a straight B student and didn’t really get into trouble. When she came out to her family at the age 16, her parents were outraged. They kicked her out of the house and she was forced to stay with her grandparents. She didn’t mind though, she loved them and they loved her. But, she got bullied a lot when people found out she was gay. But look at her now! She’s a model for magazines and has a great head on her shoulders.
Likes: girls, cats, darker colors, dark makeup, did I mention cat?
Dislikes: Idiots, homophobes, bees, cat haters, zucchini
Personality: She is very, VERY flirtatious. If you’re a girl, she will use sugary pick up lines just to make you blush since she loves it. She is a flirt, but in a relationship, she is very loyal and brave. If anyone disrespects her girl, you’re fuckin dead.
Name: Brenden Christopher Wickson (Face Claim Ethan Nestor)
Age: 22
Orientation: Pansexual
Background: He comes from an abusive home. His father left after he was born and his mother turned to drugs and alcohol. He wasn’t very loved in his household, but he learned to be self sufficient. He and his mom moved around a lot since she needed her fix and she never could afford it. They usually lived with whatever boyfriend she had at the time. Around that time, he had a boyfriend. He needed someone to help him through the pain. But, the boyfriend used him and left, which left Brenden broken. He turned to music as an escape, he began to write songs and listen to a lot of music to cope with his feelings. He also used drawing and painting to calm himself down. When he turned 18, he left for good, but his mother still asks him for money.
Likes: pastel things, his plushie that is a bunny, dogs, shiny things, floral print
Dislikes: loud noises, people yelling, most people, avocados
Personality: He is a very very SMOL boi and very soft. He’s basically a ball of sunshine once you get to know him. He is a very shy boi, but warms up eventually. He won’t trust people easily, you have to earn that. He is very cautious due to his past, but he is trying to better himself. He gets panic attacks easily when he’s by himself with his thoughts or in new places.
Name: Phoenix Rey Aslan (Face Claim Karen Gillan)
Age: 1.492
Orientation: Bisexual
Background: Phoenix is a very bright witch. She once used her spells and potions for evil. She thought she was doing the right thing, but Marvin showed her what was right. He helped to make her use her powers to help people. No one really knows too much about her backstory since she rarely discusses it. You’d have to be someone pretty special to her to find out.
Likes: nature, insects, gold and silver, dogs
Dislikes: liars, arrogant people, small children
Personality: She is a very stubborn girl and has a fiery personality. Stay on her good side and you have a loyal friend for the rest of time. Get on her bad side and you’ll regret it. She is protective over her friends and partners.
Name: Ophelia Raine Winters (Lupita Nyong'o)
Age: ??
Orientation: Pansexual
Background: She was once a fierce warrior from another realm. Unfortunately, her kingdom she served had been turned to ash by a rivaling land. So, she had to find somewhere else to live since she was one of the few who survived the flames. She saved many people there, but still blames herself for not helping more. Ophelia then came to Earth where she resides now, she still has all the guilts from her home.
Likes: weapons (Mainly swords), good hearted people, candy (she didn’t have any in her realm), and dogs
Dislikes: Assholes, crowded places, annoying people
Personality: She is a strong warrior who takes zero shit from anyone. She is an amazing friend and will help anyone in danger. She is very brave and full of wisdom. She can give the best advice and even stab a bitch if she has to. A+ protector.
Name: The Storyteller
Age: ??
Orientation: Bisexual
Background: She comes from another realm, no one really knows when or how she came. That’s all we know about her.
Likes: books, hugs, and cinnamon
Dislikes: loud people, book haters, anyone who dislikes animals
Personality: She has a very dark aura around her. She likes to tell stories to people, even if they don’t want to hear them. She can make them pay attention, almost like the Host. Be careful, she may seem gentle, but she can turn on you in a second.
Name: Strixin Colette Cane
Age: 19
Orientation: Pansexual
Background: Strixin grew up in a somewhat abusive strict household. Her father and mother never let her do her own things. The dictated everything they did and didn’t hesitate to hit her if she was out of place. She found a book in her attic one day and decided to look through it. She soon found out she could cast spells that were listed in the book. In a way, she is sort of a witch.
Likes: bright colors, flowers, purple, rock music
Dislikes: loud noises, yelling, controlling people, peanuts
Personality: Strixin is very energetic and happy all the time. She always wants to make people smile, even though she barely ever did at home. She never wanted anyone to grow up the way she did, so she does her best to help them. Behind her facade of happiness, she really is a broken girl who desperately needs approval and someone to care for her. Hell, Strixin isn’t even her real name…
Name: Jackson Roger Quentin
Age: 25
Orientation: Bisexual
Background: Jackson and Jasper are twins who grew up with a tough life. They were put in foster care at a young age, but were soon kicked out when people found out about their powers. Jackson has power of fire, while Jasper has power of ice and snow. Both may be polar opposites, but they care for each other immensely.
Likes: sunglasses, shitty puns about fire, Star Wars
Dislikes: when people make fun of his brother, doctors (they tried to take his brother away), flies
Personality:
Jackson Quentin- This boy is a hot head in the most literal sense. He is a very confident man who brags about his talent, break him a little and you’ll see his true self….a sad and broken man. He hides everything under layers of confidence, flirtatious nature, and coolness.
Name: Jasper Matthew Quentin
Age: 25
Orientation: Bisexual
Background: Background: Jackson and Jasper are twins who grew up with a tough life. They were put in foster care at a young age, but were soon kicked out when people found out about their powers. Jackson has power of fire, while Jasper has power of ice and snow. Both may be polar opposites, but they care for each other immensely.
Likes: Books, quiet places, animals
Dislikes: when people bully him or his brother, arrogance, idiots
Personality: He is a very shy boy who prefers books to people. He likes to be quiet and out of the way. Even though his brother protects him physically, he is the one there to help his brother when Jackson breaks down.
Name: Scarlett Elizabeth Roland (Face claim Kathryn Newton)
Age: 23
Orientation: Pansexual
Background: No one really knows where she came from. She just appeared one day ready to safe the universe.
Likes: Adventures, kind people, knowledge
Dislikes: Arrogance, spiders, rude people
Personality: Much like The Doctor, she has a time machine clipped to her charm bracelet that can appear anytime she likes. It’s easily to transport and hide. She is an energetic girl who is always up for a good adventure. Scarlett loves everything Tolkien, Star Wars, and Star Trek. Let’s not forget Doctor Who, she ADORES that show so so so much! She tends to act like the 11th Doctor, only gets serious for certain things or in spurts.
Name: Killian Miles Everson (Face claim Chris Pine)
Age: 28
Orientation: Gay
Background: Killian is an assassin. He’s been in this business for as long as he can remember since his father was one too. He won’t give away anything personal about himself, unless you’re someone he really trusts.
Likes: Weapons, food, solitude
Dislikes: whiny people, slackers, children
Personality: He is a very cold man who only wants to get the job done and is out of there. He pushes everyone away, he hates letting people in. If you were to meet him on the street, he would seem distant and has a resting bitch face.
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What Are You Afraid Of||Daniel Seavey||Why Don’t We Imagine
Prompt: “Despite what you think, I am completely capable of taking care of myself.”
“You guys are so mean!” You laugh as the Why Don’t We boys and Logan tease you endlessly. Brenden has the vlog camera pointed at you as you lean into Daniel so you don’t fall out of your chair in laughter.
“Well it’s true!” Logan says, highbrows raised as he grins.
“When do I ever say ‘Aww, my nails are ruined’ in a high pitched squeaky voice?”
“Literally all the time!” Corbyn yells, looking up in disbelief.
“Flashback!” Logan shouts, pointing at the camera, and you have no doubt at least six clips of you were going to play during Logan’s vlog. Your face turns red, and you hide it in Daniel’s shoulder, your hand curling around his shirt as you grip it.
“Careful not to ruin your nails.” Jack said from the other couch. You whirl around and throw a pillow at his head.
“Hey!” Logan yells, standing up from his spot next to Jonah. “We do not,” He starts as he reaches a hand down his pants and pulls out a plate. “Throw things in my house!” He shouts and he tosses the plate against the wall like a Frisbee. Your mouth hangs open as the boys erupt in laughter.
Not ten minutes later at least three more plates are broken on the balcony. No wonder he’s getting kicked out. You think as you watch your boyfriend and Kong run around. Daniel looks back and Kong, smiling like an idiot. You look away for a second and hear a loud thud followed by Kong barking. Turning around, you see Daniel on the ground on his hands and knees in the the broken glass. You hear him swear under his breath.
“Dani, what the hell? Are you okay?” You panic, rushing over to his side. He sits down, back against the glass barrier. You grab hold of his hands and look at them. Pieces of glass stick out of his palms, blood dripping down his wrists. “Oh my God.” You mumble as you start to clean his hands. You look at his face and find it cold and emotionless. He pulls his hands out of your reach and goes to stand up.
“What are you doing? Let me help you.” You say, eyebrows furrowed.
“Despite what you think, I am completely capable of taking care of myself.” He says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
“Well clearly not, Daniel. You tripped over air.” You argue, gesturing to the open balcony. He bites on the inside of his cheek and opens the sliding door daintily, walking inside. You watch as he goes into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.
“What the hell was that?” Corbyn asks, all of the boys looking at you. You shrug and plop down the on the couch next to Zach.
The next day, Daniel is back to normal; all smiles and laughs. But even if he was better now, you couldn’t stop thinking about how closed off he was before.
You can’t help but cringe at the feeling of his bandaged hand in yours as the two of you walk down Hollywood Boulevard. You walk into Pinkberry, the other four boys trailing behind you.
“Daniel,” You say his name, staring down at your interlaced fingers. He looks at you. Using his other hand, he sweeps the hair out of you face, making you look up at him. “What happened when you fell? I knew you were clumsy. You didn’t have to feel embarrassed.” His face falls at your words.
“I just… I don’t want you to see me like that. I want you to think that I can protect you; I want you to feel safe around me. And I don’t know how you can expect me to protect you from harm if I keep hurting myself.” You look at the boy beside you, absolutely baffled. You laugh aloud, holding your hand up to cover your mouth. Jonah and the boys smile at the sound of your laughter, Daniel’s facing holding a sad smile as he watches you.
“That’s ridiculous!” You giggle, wiping a tear from your eye. “Of course I feel safe around you, you goofball.” Daniel wraps you in a hug, your face pressed into his chest.
You’d only been dating Daniel for two and half months. You’d met when you were walking your dog. You remember seeing a tall boy with a gap in his two front teeth. You remember how his face lit up when he saw Rose, your Golden Retriever and Australian Shepard mixed puppy. At the time, she was only ten weeks old. He instantly fell to his knees to scratch behind her floppy ears. It was one of the cutest things you had ever seen. You remember the baby voice he used to talk to her. When he looked up at you, his beautiful blue eyes widened, taking in your beautiful face. His turned red when he realized the voice you had heard him use. Clearing his throat, he introduced himself to you, scratching the back of his neck nervously. You laughed, thinking he was adorable to a fault. And now, two and a half months later, you still thought the same thing. But now, it was more than his soft hair and cute dimples that kept you at his side.
Slowly but surely, you found yourself falling in love with him. You’d never felt this way about anyone, and just the thought of love scared you more than you could describe. Growing up in a split household, you didn’t believe in love. When all your friends were talking about their dream weddings, all you could think about was how everything good comes to an end. You didn’t think you’d ever find love, not one that would last anyway.
So now that you’ve found yourself falling- no, hurdling down a path where all you can see is your love for Daniel, you can’t help but to push it away. If all good things must come to an end, you didn’t want your love for him to start. So you just sit there on the carpet of your bedroom, curled into a ball. You push yourself farther into the corner, wanting to push yourself into the wall, to get away from all of it. You don’t know when it happened, but tears were rolling down your cheeks. They fall silently, your beating heart the only sound in your ears.
“Y/N?” You don’t need to look up to know who it is. Daniel’s heavy footsteps come closer to you. “Babe, why are you crying?” He asks, pulling your hands away from your face. You look up at him through blurry eyes.
“I’m afraid, Dani.” You say it plainly, your voice shaking hopelessly.
“What are you afraid of?” His eyebrows knit together as he looks down at you, his thumb rubbing circles on the back of your hand.
“Of falling in love with you.” The tears stop flowing and all you can see is Daniel’s shocked expression. Eventually, that shocked expression turns into a loving, happy one. He smiles, shaking his head from side to side as he looks down at the carpet. He leans forward, pressing his lips to yours in a sweet kiss. Closing his eyes, he rests his forehead against yours.
“Don’t be scared, Y/N/N. I fell a long time ago.”
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Hi all! I nearly wrote June in the title haha How’s YOUR day going? I said in the last What I Watched that I wanted to change up the format of these reviews. I’m not doing away with them – because I love to share about what I watched and if I liked it or not, but writing everything out and what not just made me tired 😂
So let’s try out this new format! And (trying) to write less. It might change from this post to the end-of-month WIW but hopefully for the better!
Movies
Rewatches
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Kung Fu Panda
The Mummy
The Mummy Returns
The Mummy: Tomb of the Dragon Empire
Kung Fu Panda 5 🐼
Always loved this movie – well, all 3 movies actually. Will definitely watch the other two later in the month
The Mummy 5 ⚰️ 🐪
Rewatch for the billionth time seriously. And I will keep watching it and rewatching. Because it’s everything I could possibly wan in a movie – also a big big reason why I wanted to become a librarian (though my plans have changed now, i still think of it)
Ardeth 😍😍
The Mummy Returns 5 ⚰️ 🐪
A great sequel. And still ardeth 😍😍😍 convince me he isn’t the funcle. Go ahead, do it. Also funcle is fun-uncle. Fun-aunt is faunt. Fun-niece is fniece.
The Mummy: Tomb of the Dragon Empire 3 🔫 👥
I mean it’s cute they tried and I do actually really like who they had for adult Alex but like the SHEER CHEMISTRY between Rachel and Brenden is off the charts like they’d get along with Gomez and Morticia and you can’t easily change that.
And I barely remember the plot or the story or literally ANYTHING that happened in this 🤷🏻♀️
Must-Watches
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The Cat Returns
The Half of It
Practical Magic
Panic Room
Princess Mononoke
The Cat Returns 5 🐈
So SO CUTE??? I did want the ending to change but that was just me wanting more cats. It’s just such a sweet movie about a secret world and that’s about all you want.
The Half of It 5000 🚉🚴🏻♀️
Why are they in the MIDDLE of the road (when she’s cycling and he (Paul) is walking – like I know it’s a small town and not a lot of traffic but STILL.
Just to clarify – I would kill for Ellie Chu. Brilliant. Beautiful. Amazing. We need more movies like this! Who needs another season of 13 Reasons Why when you could have an amazing movie like this – all the shots? Amazing. The characters? Fantastic. The ending? Beautiful.
Practical Magic 4✨
I just went into this movie just knowing it’s about sisters and magic and that’s it. It was really sweet and I’m always up for a Sandra Bullock film. It’s all about sisters and family and magic!
Panic Room 5 🏠
I didn’t know much about this movie before watching it but I really liked it! Very suspenseful and keeps you at the edge of your seat.
JARED LETO I KNEW THAT IDIOT LOOKED FAMILIAR
Princess Mononoke 5 🐺
I don’t think I really understood the movie until the near end but the story was so beautifully made and the imagery and the story truly a gift like Miyazaki’s films usually are – because I haven’t watched all of them (but I’m making my way through them!)
No one told me it was going to be violent and I’m upset with you all because I love it!!
The Rest
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The Bodyguard
Total Recall
Sleepy Hollow
The Bone Collector
The Bodyguard 3
Look yes, it’s great that it’s Whitney – she was beautiful and an amazing singer. But it’s so freaking long. Why is it so long? Like I get slow burn but usually that has yearning! This, did not really have that type of yearning.
Total Recall 2 🔫
I’m here for Kate (Beckinsale) and John (Cho) so there you go. Even though John had a very small role, which I was highly upset by. And BILL (Nighy) who I just want to narrate audiobooks because I love his voice.
Oh yayyy. I met a WOMAN AND EVERYTHING CHANGED storyline. The movie focused on too much action and there wasn’t enough plot to match the action. Will I watch the original? Dunno.
Sleepy Hollow 1 👻
Look at how YOUNG Johnny Depp is! But like, it’s really boring? I actually wanted to stop watching it and after I finished it, I realised I should’ve.
The Bone Collector 3
Lol, that’s Jay from Modern Family. Queen Latifah of course is the best ever as usual. And Jolie is just gorgeous as usual??
I mean it’s a good cop/crime movie. Nothing else. I somehow thought it was paranormal for some reason? And the entire movie just follows the one case?
Series
Finished Season # of
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Marianne
She-Ra and the Princesses of Power
Marianne 5 👻
I’m loving the scene changes – the flipping of the pages, the sentence starter at every episode
This show is AMAZING – spooky, suspenseful to the max and a great storyline. But Netflix law (aka Murphy’s Law but specific to Netflix and their being known for cancelling great shows) dictates that Marianne won’t have a second season. It’ll take me a while to get over it. Probably a long time.
I also watched most of this at night – which I both HIGHLY recommend and very much DO NOT.
She-Ra S2 ⚔
I’m so so loving all of this! I have the second season in my Netflix downloads – so it doesn’t take up a screen streaming slot (loophole!) and I’m ready to dive in!
I just love all the characters so much! And the animation style is so beautiful 😍
That’s all for now! Tell me about what you watched? Anything good? What about awful? Chat to me down below in the comments!
What I’ve Watched This Month (Mid-Month) – May Hi all! I nearly wrote June in the title haha How's YOUR day going? I said in the last…
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Breath
Request: Do a super kinky Brendon Urie x female reader
A/n: I’m back! This is like the 100th time I’ve disappeared, but yeah I’m back. I've literally been playing overwatch instead of writing, but that's over now, so be sure to leave me some requests. Also, I’m sorry this is 1) Not that good and 2) Kinda short. Hope you enjoy anyways xx
Tonight was just like many Friday nights. Brendon would take you out for dinner and a movie of your choice, and then you’d come home and have sex. Was it good sex? Absolutely. But you couldn’t help but think you were missing out on something a little more… enticing to say the least. You wanted him to make you scream louder than a white girl in a horror movie, but the only thing that would have you screaming right about now was how much more focused he was on his Carbonara than you.The food was amazing, and you loved coming to this romantic Italian restaurant with your boyfriend. But you also loved the way he’d touch you and tell you how much he wanted to fuck you when you were alone, and you were definitely not alone right now.
“Enjoying your food, Y/n?” He’d asked, setting his fork down on an empty plate. You smiled and nodded your head, looking down at a half eaten slice of lasagna. It wasn’t that the food was bad or even that you were full, you’d just been waiting to get home since the credits had rolled on the cheesy romance flick the two of you had finished watching a little over an hour ago.
“Just ready to get home,” You said with a smile. “Ready for us to be alone.” You added, taking a sip of your red wine. You brushed your foot against his leg, letting him know exactly what you meant when you said alone. Brendon raised his brows, catching on quickly.
“Check please?” He said to the waitress who just happened to be walking by.
The ride home was brisk, to say the least. You were home in less than ten minutes and you could hardly get the key into the lock with Brenden breathing down your neck and running his hands down your sides.
“I’m gonna fuck you so good, Y/n.” He murmured in your ear just as you’d gotten the door unlocked.”Just like I always do.” But instead of opening the door and fleeing to your bedroom, you turned to face the man behind you, sporting a less than pleased expression.
“Bren, I’m gonna be honest with you, okay?” You said, getting a confused nod as a reply. “I wanna try something new. Something,” You’d started, grazing your mind for a word to describe what you’d been thinking about all night. “Something unconventional and and rough!” You exclaimed, smiling at the thought. Brendon tilted his head as if he were a confused puppy seeing other dogs on tv for the first time.
“What do you mean by that, Y/n?” His feeling weren't hurt that you wanted to try something new, he was actually all for trying new things. But he just wanted to know what you wanted, so he could provide.
“Spank me, choke me, call me names! I don’t know, just don’t hold back. Make me scream Brendon.” Your tone had become less desperate and more demanding as your sentence went on. He nodded his head and pulled the keys out the door, pulling it open then walking inside. He tossed them onto the floor and pulled you in by your wrist, slamming the door shut behind you. His hands were on either side of your head as he gazed into your eyes. You wanted to say something, but you knew he was in the zone now, and that’s exactly where you wanted him to stay.
“What a dirty little slut you must be, wanting me to do all those nasty things to you.” He murmured, licking his lips. Your eyes watched as his tongue glided between his lips. You nodded your head slowly, bringing your eyes back to his. “I’m gonna make you scream so loud you won’t be able to say anything else for a week.” He hissed, sliding his hands down the door until they were on either side of your hips. “Understand?” He asked lowly.
“Yes, daddy.” You replied, sinking your teeth into your lower lip.
Brendon sucked in a deep breath as you said that. It was almost as if he were trying to make up his mind on what to do with you next. He placed his hands firmly on your hips, pulling you closer to him. He glanced down at your lips momentarily before placing his over yours. He slid his tongue into your mouth, rolling it on your own. The sweet taste of red wine on your lips was intoxicating, and He couldn’t get enough of you. He groaned quietly as you pulled your fingers through his dark thick hair, tugging ever so softly on the strains. He pulled back just enough to leave his lips lingering over yours. “Jump.” He said, and you obliged, allowing him to lift you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he began to walk towards your shared bedroom, kicking the door closed once inside.
Brendon walked up to the bed, sitting you down at the foot of it. You looked up at him waiting for his next command. “Strip.” He ordered while pulling his plain white T-shirt from his body. You wasted no time, kicking off your heels first. Your hands lingered down to the hem of your top, pulling it up over your head. Brendon’s hand reached down to unzip your jeans, helping you get them off along with your panties. This left you in nothing but a bra while he was still dressed from the waist down.
“Roll over, princess.” He said, looking you over as you did so.
His hand came down on your ass so hard you could’ve sworn you’d seen stars. A loud gasp escaped your lips as your eyes squeezed shut, wallowing in the blend of pain and pleasure. “You like that?” He asked, chuckling to himself softly. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying himself right now. You nodded your head furiously, not wanting him to stop. And with that, another hard slap hit your ass followed by another and another until you’d lost count, and your flesh began to flush in the area his hand was connecting to. He rubbed the area gingerly, gliding his tongue between his lips while doing so.
He pulled his hand back from you, going back to undressing himself. His jeans felt ten times tighter than when he’d put them on earlier this evening, but he got them off swiftly nonetheless. Brendon then walked over to his side of the bed, lying down on his back. He patted his lap, signaling for you to come sit. Of course, you scurried over quickly, eager for what he had for you next. You sat with your knees on either side of him, straddling him comfortably, He reached behind you, rubbing your lower back softly with one hand while using the other to unclip your bra. You let the article of clothing fall down between your bodies before ultimately sliding onto the floor.
You placed your hands on his chest, snaking your hands down his toned body until your fingers met the waistband of his boxers. You looped them into the fabric, tugging them along. Brendon raised his hips to help you undress him. You looked down at him, practically drowning in his deep brown eyes. His hands were finding themselves traveling up your body until they rested on a shoulder each. He never broke eye contact as his hands slid up your shoulders until they both came to a halt right below your jaw.
“Bren,” You mumbled softly, biting down on your lower lip as he began to squeeze. The constriction of air made butterflies shoot through your stomach.
“Shh,” He hushed, trying out a tighter grip. “Just breathe baby.” He murmured. “Close your eyes and breath.” He coaxed. You couldn’t help but relax. Even with his hands around your throat, choosing how much air you could take in, he managed to soothe you.
You began you roll your hips against him slowly, bringing something else to his attention. “Fuck, Y/n.” He chuckled softly. “You’re so wet, baby.” He added. You nodded your head, sighing softly.
“F-fuck me, Brendon.” You choked out. And without a word, he had one hand on your hip and the other on his dick. He stroked himself in his hand a few times before looking up to you.
“Ready?” He asked, voice cracking slightly.
“Yeah,” you nodded, lifting your hips up. You sucked in a shallow breath before lowering yourself onto him. Your eyes seemed to roll farther back into your head with each inch. “Oh god, Bren.” You whimper, closing your eyes shut tightly. He groaned beneath you, digging his nails into the skin around your hip. You took a moment to get used to the feeling of having him inside you. It was like no matter how many times you had sex with him, you needed a moment to collect yourself.
Brendon's hand slid from your hip to your ass, kneading it in his hand harshly. “Fuck,” he hissed under his breath. “Do something.” He was practically begging you. It was almost as if the tables had turned and you were the one in charge now. You began to roll your hips against his slowly, only giving him a taste of what you had to offer. “I swear to god, Y/n.” Brendon grumbled. “If you don’t pick up the pace in gonna roll you over and fuck your lights out.” Those words sent a shiver down your spine, encouraging you to do more.
You lifted your hips up only to bring them back down. Your breath hitched in the back of your throat as you continued the motions, speeding up with every drop. Brendon's eyes were closed tightly now as he held onto your hips as if his life depended on it. Small utters of the word baby would slip his lips right after a soft moan, and it was driving you insane. Sweat started to form on your forehead and Brendon's cheeks became flushed. He couldn't help but to push his hips up to meet yours, and it made it that much harder to sit up straight.
“Christ!” You hissed right as he hit your g-spot. The pressure was building in your stomach and you knew it wouldn't take much more to bring you down.
“I know baby,” He hummed, rubbing your back soothingly. He was trying to coax your orgasm out of you, and the sweet talk was working. You could feel the muscles in your abdomen began to ache as you rolled your hips faster, creating more friction between the two of you. A deep throaty groan fell from your lips as you planted your hands down firmly on your boyfriend's chest. Brendon’s hands trailed up your back till they rested on your shoulders, only for him to slowly rake his nails down your back. The deep stinging only intensified when sweat dripped into the open flesh, The sensation made your lower lip quiver in pleasure.
“Fuck, I don’t think I’m gonna last much longer.” Brendon whimpered, opening his eyes to peer up at you. Seeing him like this made your stomach flutter with anticipation. He bit down on his lower lip, maintaining the more than intense eye contact. “I love you so much, fuck!” He huffed, jutting his hips up to meet yours. You gasped softly, curling your toes as tightly as you’d closed your eyes. Your were coming undone right now, no matter how hard you tried to hold it back.
“Oh my god!” You squealed. Your body trembled as your dug your nails into the pale flesh surrounding your lover's collarbones. Brendon seemed to go limp beneath you, spilling inside you with nothing more but a quite fuck and something along the lines of Jesus fucking Christ. Even though it was now well past midnight, you felt like if you opened your eyes you’d be blinded. All you could do was collapse on top of him, and he didn’t protest.
You sighed softly and kissed his cheek. “I love you,” You mumbled weakly.
“I love you too baby.” He said with a smile, rubbing your lower back softly.
#Panic! at the Disco#brendon urie#brendon urie imagine#brendon urie smut#Smut#band smut#one shot#Imagenes#patd#dirty imagine#brendon urie one shots
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With You // Calum Hood Pt. 3
summary - basically you and calum grow up together and fall in love
word count - 1000+
part 1 part 2
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December 12th, 2009
13 years old
Calum stuck out his arms from the other side of the creek, waving towards himself.
"C'mon Evie, just jump! I swear I'll catch you!"
Evie looked at the rushing water of the creek hesitantly. She wasn't sure she'd be able to make it to the other side without falling. But Evie trusted Calum, and Calum said it would be all right.
Evie counted down silently in her head, composing herself before she leapt to the other side of the pond, straight into Calum's waiting arms. He hugged her tightly to himself.
"See?" Calum began, pulling Evie away so he could tuck a strand of her wavy, light brown hair out of her face. He looked into her hazel eyes and smiled softly. "I told you I've got you, Eves."
Evie rolled her eyes at her best friend, pushing away from him slightly, a small blush creeping onto her face.
"Shut up, dumbo. I would have been fine."
"Yea right," Calum scoffed playfully, nudging her slightly as the pair continued walking through the stretch of woods that rested behind their houses.
There was a small rustle in the trees from beside them. Evie heard it immediately, snapping her head to the side to see what it was.
A taller figure came out from behind a bush. "Well look who we have here," the voice of the taller boy sneered.
Evie's breath was trapped in her throat as she looked up at the boy in fear. Brenden Duncan. He was two years older than her and practically made of muscle. He had piercing blue eyes that gave off nothing but an icy coldness (unlike Calum's chocolate eyes. They radiated warmth. She had always loved his eyes).
Lots of girls fell for Brenden, but Evie wasn't one of them. How could she when all he did was terrorize her best friends? Not only just Calum, but Michael too!
"P-please leave us alone, Duncan," Calum choked out, trying to sound more brave than he actually was. He was rather skinny, and had almost no meat on his bones. He didn't stand a chance against 15 year old Brenden.
Brenden flicked his eyes towards Evie. "Why do you keep hanging out with this ass? Can't you see you're too good for him, Evie? He's just a little loser, anyway."
Evie felt Calum's presence slip away from beside her. She grasped for him, nothing but air meeting her fingertips as she jerked her head to the side.
Two of Brenden's friends had Calum pinned against a tree, him struggling to get away from them.
Evie let out a choked sob as Brenden approached her.
"Why would you want him when you could have me?"
Something inside Evie broke, and all she could see was red. Brenden placed one of his hands gently on her waist, and she could feel the filth radiating off of him.
"Is that what you want? For me to leave my best friend and come be your little princess?" Evie batted her eyelashes as she said it, her lips in a slight pout.
Brenden nodded, "of course! All the girls in my grade are boring, but you? You have fire."
"Well," Evie began, her voice dripping with sweet venom. "Good things don't come to assholes, you little bitch."
Evie forced her knee up as hard as she could, straight into his crotch, causing Brenden to stutter backwards, allowing Evie just enough time to slip out of his grasp and hurdle her barely 100 pound self at his two minions that had been pinning Calum against the tree, taunting him.
"Get off my friend you asshole!"
Evie hurtled a punch towards one of the boys, hitting him square in the jaw. She couldn't deny how bad it hurt her hand, but she couldn't let him know that. The boy grasped his jaw in pain and the other released Calum in shock.
Calum had watched Evie very carefully the whole time.
"She's too good for you, Hood. You'll never have her. You're nothing but her puny friend," one of the boys had hissed into his ears. "Gosh, you're so hung up over her," the other had chuckled, "you'll never win her over. You'll never be more to her than a friend." Calum had been enraged. Watching Brenden's grubby hand touch his Evie's waist, his dirty lips whisper to her. Calum's hated it with every fiber of his body. All he saw was red.
He couldn't help but feel proud when Evie punched that douchebag in the jaw, and he also couldn't help but notice how hot she looked while doing so.
Evie grabbed Calum's hand and started bolting out of the woods, never letting their grip on each other falter.
When they had reached the sidewalk, Evie let out a quiet sob of relief, leaning into Calum's every touch.
"Gosh, Cal. Did they hurt you at all?" Evie asked, her voice so quiet only he could hear.
Calum shook his head no, only partially lying. It had hurt quite a bit when they had shoved him against the tree, but that was all right. He was safe, and the asshole wasn't touching his best friend anymore.
Evie ignored Calum's words and continued to search his face for any form of a scrape, her soft breath hitting his neck. As Calum looked at her, he noticed that her knuckles were bleeding.
"Evie stop. I'm not hurt, but you are." He grabbed her wrists, examining the damage her punching the boys had done to her. He didn't like it one bit, but he stayed quiet and let go of her wrists.
As Calum thought back to how he felt when he grabbed her waist, he couldn't help but notice the small tug his heart gave.
He couldn't help but feel how his gut had twisted as the other boys had told him she was too good for him, that he'd never have her.
But Calum ignored it. He couldn't think like that. It'd ruin everything, so he ignored it.
Ignored the fact that deep down, he knew he wanted to be more than Evie's best friend. That he wanted her to be his.
Her as her strong, stubborn self. And he swore, right then, that someday, she'd be all his.
But that day was not today.
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Patience
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I came back from school early today. My last lecture ended at 11H00 so I drove straight home. I wasted a good two hours on YouTube and Instagram. Then I got dinner started so that I could dedicate the late afternoon and evening studying and doing tutorials and assignments. While I cook, I watch Isibaya on catch up. It reminds me of home in a weird way. I miss the simple life. Even this marriage thing with Nathi would be a lot easier if we were back home.
There is this love journey series that the girls in my lecture were going on about today. I guess, I can catch an episode or two while I wait for dinner to cook to a completion. These stories are very sweet and sincere. And it really is beautiful what Mpoomy and Brenden Ledwaba are doing. When love has worked out for the better for you, it is beautiful to share with the world that love is not lost at all. Those of you who still have the chance and the choice should definitely fight for love: it is the closest thing we all have to magic… and it is the one thing that the whole world has in common.
My pots are done.
I have a 30 minute session in my gym and then take a shower. I walk out of the bathroom naked, unaware that Nathi is back home. But what is he doing in my room. I scream when I see him see me naked. He leaves the room immediately. I am so uncomfortable. I do not even know if I will be able to ever look at him again. I get dressed and decide to let him dish for himself and dine alone. I pull out a laptop and spread all my exam pads and textbooks across the bed. I start working.
***knock on the door***
It is him. I know it is him. He is the only one that I live with in this house anyway. He opens the door without me even saying come in. He stands at the door.
“I am sorry about…” he cannot finish his sentence.
“It is okay. We can forget it ever happened”, I say.
“For what it’s worth, you have a beautiful temple”, he says. I shall not dignify that with an answer.
“I thought I would go and pour you some petrol… fill up your tank perhaps”, he says. Yes, he does do nice things like that for me. He understands that I don’t work. I have zero funds next to my name.
“Thanks. The key is in the TV room”, I say.
“I was hoping that maybe we could drive there together”, he says.
“I am working Nathi, maybe next time”, I tell him. He nods his head and closes the door, leaving me in my room.
I push my work as much and as far as possible. I did not even hear him come back.
…
I am woken up by the smell of pancakes. I wake up, cover myself in a robe, and follow the smell of pancakes to my kitchen. Nathi is making us breakfast. Lovely. I smile.
“You have a beautiful smile, you know that?” he tells me.
“Ngiyabonga”, I reply.
“Sawubona Mageba”, he greets me.
“Sawubona. Ukahle?” Me.
“Yebo. What’s your day looking like today? I know you don’t have class on Tuesdays”, he says.
“I was just planning on studying really, nothing special.” My response.
“Can I take you out?” He asks. I look at him.
“Do you have a crush on me husband?” I coy around with him. He laughs.
“We are going out as friends. We are friends right wifey?” He reaffirms my position in his life. I smile and nod.
…
I am done bathing. This is my first time going anywhere nice with my husband so I dress up. I wear blue jeans (safest bet when you don’t know where you are going), a black simple Cotton On t-shirt, and black block heels. I tie up my thin twist braids into a high ponytail. I do my make-up; simple but elegant and slightly playful. I have played around with the natural look and a hint of pink, and added red Revlon gloss as opposed to lipstick. I don’t have a wedding ring neither does he have a wedding band so my hands are accessorised by a dress ring and a wrist watch. I finish off my look with Truworths diamante studs.
I walk out of the bedroom and find him downing whiskey. He stares at me. I knew I would have this effect on him. He looks handsome too. Nkosinathi is a fine breed of Pallance Dladla and Siyabonga Twala: very handsome, very stern, not approachable, and very Zulu. He is always dressed in Nike tracksuits. But today, he is wearing a plain t-shirt and jeans, with trainers. I think he is far more rural than I am.
He hugs me for the first time – EVER! It feels nice.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
“A friend and colleague of mine in Sunninghill is hosting a few of us. I thought I’d bring my wife for a change”, he says.
“Thank you. That is very thoughtful of you”, I tell him.
We use his black E-Class Mercedes Benz.
…
His friends are typical Joburg people: loud and inappropriate. They call it being chilled, I call it not knowing your place. I have been called “Sweetheart” by at least three men that I do not know. And two men called me “Babe” in front of Nkosinathi. He did not seem to have an issue with that. I wonder if he calls other people’s wives ‘babe’ and ‘sweetheart’. I make my way to the kitchen where I find five women sitting together. I am the only one wearing heels.
“Wine?” One woman offers me while the rest stare at me like I am some alien carrying a disease from space. I have never really had alcohol before. I am not sure if this is a good place for it to be my first time.
“Just water, please”, I respond with a smile on my face. She turns around and pulls out a bottle of still water from her fridge. She walks up to me and hands me the bottle.
“You must be Thandeka, Nkosinathi’s wife”, she says. I smile.
“I am Khosi, Tshepo’s wife”, she introduces herself. Tshepo is one of the men who called me Sweetheart.
“Lovely meeting you Khosi”, I say.
“Please, join us”, Khosi says.
I follow her to the kitchen where everyone else is sitting. Khosi introduces me to the other four women: Naomi, Mpho, Lungi, and Khensani. Khensani is the most cold towards me. She excuses herself from the room and heads in a direction neither the men nor us are sitting. I decide to follow her. She does not see me follow her. I told the other women that I am headed to the toilet.
I stand at the door of the room she is in. My intention was to ask her if we have perhaps met before for her to not like me already. It is a bit rude and arrogant to just not like someone after meeting them only once. Or is this the rural girl in me brewing unnecessarily.
“Pay-Pay, she is so beautiful friend”, Khensani says.
“Friend, is she prettier than me?” Pay-Pay responds. She is on speaker.
“Chomi, nkari keEva Longoria motho ole. She has the most beautiful skin I have ever seen. Nkari uhlapa ka lebisi. She almost looks coloured my friend. Her body… yho yho yho… ke lepakistan chomi yaka… fit I tell you and curved in all the right places. Friend, she is beautiful. Nathi has a gorgeous wife. He is not leaving Miss Exotic and Gorgeous for your basic ass. She may be a plaas jappie, but she looks nothing like one”, Khensani says. I don’t know what she was saying half of the time, but I heard her say that I am beautiful.
“Friend, I am on my way”, Pay-Pay says. This must be Patience. I recognise the voice. “Come get your man girl. Extra measures must be taken with this one”, Khensani encourages her. I walk back to the kitchen. Nathi and Tshepo walk in. Khensani walks in too.
“I thought I’d come and check if you are treating my beautiful wife okay”, Nathi says. He doesn’t touch me or anything, just nice words as per usual.
“She is very quiet. But I hope she is enjoying our company”, Khosi says.
“I am just feeling a bit tired. I was thinking maybe I should uber home and not spoil the party”, I say.
No one trained me for this part of my marriage where I will be confronted by Pay-Pay because of my husband.
“Did we do something to offend you?” Naomi asks.
“No not at all. I am just not up to this vibe”, I say. Everyone looks at me as if I have offended them. I really just want to sprint out of here before she who is on her way gets here. “T, what’s going on?” Nathi, equally confused.
“We will talk later when you get home okay? Just enjoy the party for now.” I say. As I walk out, a woman walks in looking like a prostitute. She has red hair, is darker than dark, and is wearing a black short and tight dress with hooker heels.
“Dumelang ba le lapa”, she yells. Everyone looks at me. It is now connecting in their heads why I have been in such a rush to leave. I feel so embarrassed and at the same time, so cornered.
“Nisaleni kahle. It was lovely meeting you all”, I say.
I attempt to walk out and Pay-Pay stops me. “Dumela Mrs Buthelezi”, she says to me. I feel so small. I look at Nathi. He is upset. He walks towards us and holds my lower back, leading me outside.
“Nkosinathi, you going to act like you don’t know who I am now?” Pay-Pay challenges Nathi. I cannot believe Nkosinathi ejaculates on that thing every day.
“Patience, you are drunk, go home”, Nathi says.
“But Nathi you are my home. Thandeka is an arrangement – you said so yourself. I am the one that you love”, she says.
As true as that is, it still hurts to hear… especially from Patience.
“It’s okay, you can stay. Be with her and make sure she gets home safely. I will be okay”, I tell Nathi. “I am going home with you”, he says.
“Nathi, this woman is in your life. And now you are forcing her into mine and I would rather not have her in my life. I enjoy my peace. If you no longer want her in your life, then end things with her. But don’t treat her this way in a room full of people when you are the one who brought her into everyone’s lives. Deal with the mess that you have created”, I say.
With this, I walk out and not look back at all.
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Day 27 Portland to Brooks Memorial State Park 0 miles
July 31 3:49 time, 2.004 calories, 13.2 avg mph 1,014' climbed Portland, as it does, sucked me in, I stayed for almost a week between my Uncle's and my friend Terron's. I was only going to stay at Terron's for two night but doubled that to stay and watch the UFC 214 on paper view which he and his brothers were getting. I'm glad I did, I have always enjoyed UFC, obviously for same bazaar, primal, man reason that had tens of thousands of Romans watching hundreds of gladiators and beasts tear each other apart regularly, I don't claim to understand it but I am glad that it is now a much more tame and civil servicing of our brutal desires. I also really appreciate watching people do things they are very good at and train hard for, my guilty pleasure is the TV talent show extravaganzas that dominate pop culture like the Voice and America's Got Talent. Of all the crap on TV I have nothing to say bad about these types of shows, celebrating talent will always be better than another mindless reality show glamorizing drama and dysfunction. However, cutting to commercial break right before the big moment almost ruins it for me every time knowing how it really is only about money and manipulating us but Grace Vanderveer's performances or seeing anyone be validated with admiration when they are terrified and self doubting is always worth the wait. I love them because they remind us that people are awesome and despite the highly competitive nature of this dog eat dog world we get to see people rooting for people and being excited about positive things, we could us more of that, and I'll sit through the commercials for it. I'll probably complain about capital and consumerism as I do but I'll wait. The UFC is an exhibition of the top tear of overall human athleticism and even if there wasn't something in my wiring that was pleased by watching men hurt each other (a primal things that baffles me and I'm not proud to admit) I would still be intrigued by these specimens of commitment, determination, nutrition, breadth of study, strength, endurance and will. It was different this time because I was right in the middle of personally treating my fitness with more awareness and respect than I ever have. I'm working harder than ever on this trip, observing my bodies adaptations is intriguing, seeing the results is awesome, yet I am no where near the physical capacity or knowledge that a champion fighter has. This heightened my interest when the opportunity arose to watch what was being hailed as the UFC's most exciting ticket ever, so I stayed and me and Terron got to catch up, talk about life, our struggles, our dreams, women, work and we did some really fun stuff along the way. The first night at his crib was low key, I arrived before he was done working and luckily there was a key under the mat (don't tell anyone). I introduced myself to Salmon, his soft, sweet, fat cat and we were soon napping together on the couch. I fully embraced the nap this Portland vacation knowing well enough how much rest my body was asking for. I woke up starving as usual and the house he was painting took longer than usual so I went out to find the German spot I knew he was wanting to take me to. I found Steigelhaus down the street and ordered the pickled vegetable plate, a pretzel of course, and a beer, it was all delicious and soon enough my old buddy showed up and we were thrilled to see each other, a big hug later and we were reunited, it had been years, he and I met when we starting modeling about the same time in Milan, Italy. We've since been all over the place together as we were the faces of Polo for several years and ended up living near each other in Brooklyn. Oh the memories! There are several things in my life that I have to give credit to Terron for, none less than Yoga! Terron is the one that took me to my first Yoga class at the Bikram Studio in Union Square in NYC. That changed my life. I absolutely would not be who I am or on the path I am had it not been for that. I will forever be grateful to my friend Terron for that blessed gift. We have had a few ups and downs over the years but when I knew I'd be in Portland he jumped to the top of the list of who I had to call, he's one of those guys you know you could call for anything and he'd do all he could to help you. A big part of our relationship is how much each of us discovered our selves and grew up along the way parallel to each other. We were both having exceptional careers in our generation of models and were the stars of our agency for that time. We both owe a lot to our agent (and my dear friend) Jason Kanner, the man who shaped my 20's more than any other and to whom I'm the most grateful! We made a lot of money, we spent a lot of money, we traveled the world, we became NYC locals and unbeknownst to us great friends along the way. The second night I was there Brendon, Terron's older brother, drove us to Salem for Karaoke. The Woods brothers are great singers and karaoke naturals, I wish I could sing like that! They sang the Killers, King's of Leon, Matisyahu, and several other challenging vocalist's hits. I enjoyed the music and, again, seeing people who are good at something they love and going out and doing it as this was not an amateur karaoke night. The next day, after a nap of course, we went to the old swimmin hole Terron grew up in and floated the river for an hour. There was a house there that had a huge telephone pole stuck in the ground, I assume it was there for exactly the reason I observed because it had a small platform mounted on top that a hawk had made a nest on. It was really beautiful, I watched it as long as could, there were two hawks with white heads and black and gray bodies, absolutely regal and majestic. I didn't get to see them fly off or see any others arrive although I kept hoping to. After we got out we recovered the longboards we had stashed in the blackberry bushes at our exit point before we drove down and jumped in so we skated back through a neighborhood, found the truck, and went for prime rib and mashed potatoes, with plenty of Horseradish Cream sauce, just like my brother has always had it and now I guess I'm the same because I ordered a second serving of it! We were sufficiently sun beat and digesting meat, we called it a day. The next day the great idea was to drive half an hour to play disc golf. This is something I have been wanting to do for my entire adult life and never had the chance. Terron is pretty good at it and has a full collection of discs. That is an activity I could, and plan on, really getting used to! It's super chill, it's outside, requires very honed skill, there are endless way to improve, it's basically free and required minimal exertion. Most of my activities require high levels of exertion so I really appreciated the laid back nature of this sport, it's like golf, minus all the country club-ness. After that we made our way to his parents place for the fight, which was everything you want out a fight night you pay fifty bucks to watch. Terron and Brenden are certainly UFC super fans and were great to watch it with. The next day it was back to the real world, err, my real world for the time being. Because I had stayed two extra days Terron drove me 100 miles down the road and up the hill. It was a 3,000 foot climb and I don't have any part of me that tells me I don't succeed if I don't ride every single mile so we road tripped down along the Columbia river on highway 84 then turned north on 97, crossed the river which is the border and found ourselves in Washington state. This was the only part of eastern Washington I have ever seen, Maryhill, an uber famous downhill run that we have had world cup races at every year that was traveling and racing downhill skateboards. We pulled off at the overlook where you can see most of the hill and I had a mini sentimental moment there with all the memories from a very different part of my life. It was weird being there and not having a skateboard or a hundred of my friends, I miss those days, there not over! The nearest town is Goldendale, another easily missed little town if not for that hill. We used to stay in the hotels or campsites there and I know it well. Fifteen miles past that we found the Brooks Memorial state park on the west side of the street and I was "home." I set up camp while Terron napped on the picnic table and eventually we said our goodbyes, I hope it's not so long again until we reunite. I climbed into my tent and read more of Thomas Paine's classic The Age Of Reason, I suggest this for everyone. It's brilliant, it's so many things I have spent the last decade of my life coming to understand all distilled into easily consumed pages and I have been pouring over it, I can't believe this book didn't some to me sooner except for the fact that I know everything that teaches me comes to me at exactly the right time. The title "The Age of Reason" caught my eye at the Nakima RV Resort on a "give one take one"' bookshelf in the laundry room. It sat there amongst fiction and self help books and called to me, I took it, I didn't have one to leave but I was grateful and I don't think my karma will suffer. It took a few days to make time read among all the demanding writing schedule I have made for myself but now that I did I'm hooked! If you have ever struggled with why religion seems to be such a big shitty man made monster now but can't jump straight to nihilism/ atheism then this books for you. Paine essentially shits all over religion while maintaining and true scholar's approach to scientific and rational deduction of knowledge. His point so far is not just that religion is wrong and stupid but that it was flawed from the get go because it was crafted by men in order to make populations more moldable and profitable. We don't need any structure to teach us about God! Creation is the only case that needs to be made or observed in order to understand divinity and our place in it. I'm only in the first half but he's already gotten into the triangle being the foundation for math and then science and understanding the rules of the universe. Namely, the movements of the heavens which parallel the law of physics on earth from which we can understand the magnitude and omniscience of our God, creation, our place, our divinity and reason all without needing any hint of dogma, fundamentalism, sin, shame
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What makes a comic worthy of a “Best of” list? Uniqueness. I’m sure we can all agree that it’s easy for our pull lists to grow longer and longer. We read new comics every Wednesday, but not all of them make the same impression. This year Rich Johnston and the Bleeding Cool writers (not Jude) give you 11 comics to reflect on as we say good riddance to 2016 and welcome 2017 with nervous worry.
Jonathan Rich
Motor Crush #1 by Brenden Fletcher, Cameron Stewart and Babs Tarr.
Though this very website posted a few retailers experienced initial trepidation in ordering a new independent title featuring a black female protagonist, the release of Motor Crush #1 from Image Comics proved those fears were largely misplaced and misguided. The terrific trio of Brenden Fletcher, Cameron Stewart and Babs Tarr built upon their pre-Rebirth success reinvigorating DC’s Batgirl to forge a new path with a unique creator-owned title that manages to visually and narratively surprise as much as it delights. The art collaboration of Stewart and the Tarr fluidly moves on the printed page and Fletcher does double duty contributing to the writing of the main story as well as a backup feature previewing his upcoming Isola publication with art by Karl Kerschl. Anyone wanting something different from what’s offered from Marvel and DC should line up at the start line to get their monthly Motor Crush fix before this becomes the next big thing in comics. The buzz surrounding this title became louder at HeroesCon and echoed when the goods were delivered at the end of the year. 2016 may be remembered as a dumpster fire for many other reasons, but Motor Crush gives hope new voices will be heard and have something to say throughout 2017 and beyond.
Eliot Cole
A-Force #4 by Willow Wilson, Kelly Thompson and Jorge Molina.
I’m unsure that I really have the words to sum up issue four of A-Force, but suffice to say it’s basically a perfect comic book. This book, more than any other that I read this year gave me hope, pride in general, and a sense of comradery in the team that I have just not felt from any team book, or indie on the stands this year. Jorge Molina and Laura Martin’s art evokes the main characters so well and (if I were to focus on one of them) brings the innocence of Singularity to the page like Alphona did with Molly Hayes in Runaways, but Singularity is SO pure, and SO there, that you HAVE to know what’s going to happen to it next. Script wise, G. Willow Wilson and Kelly Thompson just give us everything; non-clunky exposition (A HOLY GRAIL), science, science fiction, conversational depth without overly long dialogue, clever characters, bold heroes, snarky witches, and remnants of a universe that should never have existed as a single entity fashioned in a human form. Finally, though, this year I’ve not gone through the gamut of emotions as hard as I did in this one book, it enveloped me wholly, and took me over. Read the first trade of the post Secret Wars A-Force and tell me that which ever part of it is covering issue four doesn’t get you in your sweet spots, and I’ll give you a jar of my tears to help you along. Stay feely, Bleeding Cool. Oh look, I can did wordsings.
Jeremy Konrad
Superman #6 by Peter Tomasi, Patrick Gleason, Mick Gray, John Kalisz and Rob Leigh.
When Rebirth was announced, I was relived. For me, Superman was one of the characters that suffered the most during the New 52 era. I felt DC never really had a concrete idea on what to do with him, always preferring to keep him…ahem…Grounded. That is not Superman, he needs to be portrayed as the ultimate hero, high in the sky. The opening arc of the Rebirth run accomplished that in the first 10 pages of issue one, but it was this issue, and the page here that brought a tear to my eye. My Superman was back, and this is one of my favorite Superman images of all-time. Yeah, it invokes other images and even Superman 2. But I don’t care. This creative team was born spin tales of the Man Of Steel. I could have picked any issue of the run so far, they are all damn good. I can’t wait to keep taking the ride with them for as long as I can.
Joe Glass
DC Comics Rebirth Special #1 by Geoff Johns, Phil Jimenez, Ethan Van Sciver, Gary Frank.
After years of darkness, grim and gritty takes on favourite superheroes, and seeing characters get maimed, raped, mauled, immolated, decapitated and every other imaginable way of dying, Rebirth brought a breath of fresh air.
When DC announced the Rebirth line of books to come, I was initially cautious and pessimistic. I’ve been burned before.
But then this one shot came out. And it was Geoff Johns at his absolute finest, going to almost every corner of the DCU and bringing back much-needed light and, most importantly, hope. With a cavalcade of artists each bringing their absolute A-game, the book couldn’t be put down. In fact, I read the book three times in a row, before coming back again and again for subsequent readings later.
In a year that’s been pretty rough all over, it’s been nice to have a bit of hope shown, even if just in a comic book.
And I am not ashamed to admit, it drew a tear to my eye once or twice too.
The possible reveal, if it really is as we all are suspecting given the strong visual, structural and dialogue clues throughout, of the Watchmen characters being brought into the main DCU, and what’s more, being essentially the antagonists behind many of the dark times that have been mixed into comics since the 80s, was controversial, but excellently executed.
And if it is how it plays out, I am intrigued to see how that works out. But of course, it all started here.
Abdulkareem Baba Aminu
Black Panther #1 by Ta-Nehesi Coates and Brian Stelfreeze.
The Black Panther was such an important character for my friends and I growing up in Nigeria, where the scarcity of black superheroes was felt, more so an African one. Thirty years later, saying Black Panther #1 by Ta-Nehisi Coates and Brian Stelfreeze (Marvel) is the comicbook I waited for throughout my childhood might sound like stretching it, but it’s the simple truth. Other runs by other great writers and artists still stand solidly, but the current volume touchesA on almost everything I’ve ever wanted in a Black Panther book. The words which opened the issue set the tone perfectly: “I am the Orphan-King who defied the blood, who defied his country and was divided from you.” And thus began T’Challa’s journey through the deepest troubles he’s ever faced as a king, and as the costumed superhero Black Panther. The issue has it all, including a beautifully-realised Wakanda, new characters, and then there’s the awesome new way the titular character’s costume comes on, no doubt inspired by Kirby-esque tech. The story, which sees the king of Wakanda grappling with internal strife in his kingdom – basically an insurgency – is nicely tucked in at the end by DVD-style extras that proved a splendid touch. This creative team, for me, most certainly put out the best single issue of a comicbook in 2016, and I’m hoping they keep it up in 2017.
Ray Flook
Black #1 by Kwanza Osajyefo, Tim Smith III, Jamal Igle and Khary Randolph.
Black #1 is as in-your-face a comic as I’ve read in years; and in a comic book world populated with mega-crossovers, shared universes and books tailored more for the screen and less for the reader…it’s refreshing to be reading something that’s bold and righteously unapologetic. Writer Kwanza Osajyefo (with co-creator/designer Tim Smith III and artist Jamal Igle; and powerful covers from Khary Randolph) offers-up a world to us that’s sadly and strikingly similar to our own but with one catch: superheroes exist in their world…but as the title strongly suggests, in their world super powers aren’t meant for everyone. Osajyefo’s world is our world but with a twist…and that “twist” quickly forces the reader to confront their personal views on racism, police brutality and our country’s long, bloody and violent history with race relations. Black #1 is one of those rare books that you need to reread once you’ve finished it…and then reread it again a week later to truly appreciate what it has to say. It changes how you think. It changes how you feel. And that’s a pretty rare thing these days. Oh…one last thing: definitely remember the name “Kwanza Osajyefo” because his voice is an important one and one that I’m sure we’ll be hearing from for some time to come.
John Odum
Vision #12 by Tom King, Gabriel Walta and Jordie Bellaire.
It’s the rarest joy to find one of those handful of books, songs, films, paintings etc, that manages to hit every note just right. A work that simply makes you incapable of nitpicking because you’re completely lost in it. Add the entire Vision series to that list, but no issue more powerfully than the final one. If quality is measured by emotional impact, Vision #12 gets my unconditional vote as the year’s best. From issue one, a palpable feeling of dread manifests itself into ever-deepening layers of full-blown crisis, in the process forcing the reader to confront uncomfortable questions about humanity and morality. Married to an artistic style that creates a pitch perfect synergy with the text, Issue 12 not only rises to the lofty expectations set by the previous eleven, but exceeds them with that rarest of things: a truly unexpected – and emotionally devastating – final turn. Read with tissues handy. I’m not kidding.
Rich Johnston
Pope Francis Goes To The Dentist by Paul B Rainey
You know the kind of people who will bore anyone by talking in extreme details about a specific medical problem they are suffering with? My mother-in-law and her eyelashes, my mother and her ears, and get me in a pub corner and count the seconds till I start talking about my gout. Well, with Pope Francis, it’s his teeth.
And possibly my favourite comic of the year. A compilation of strips, mostly involving Pope Francis and his obsession with his local dentist – I say local, but it appears to be in British suburbia. Oh and his dad is also a Pope. And his mother is a nun. This is never commented on but it makes for a slick suburban sitcom that is the funniest, surrealist sketch that Monty Python never did, with lines that ground this most ridiculous situation with the mundane. Add a few appearance of the 14 Year Old Stand-Up Comedian and the French artist Monsieur Octopus and this is a real gem of 2016.
Providence #11 by Alan Moore and Jacen Burrows
This issue of the League Of Extraordinary HP Lovecrafts comic Providence marked the first time that I realised how Alan was using the actual name of Lovecraft in the story, a magical term, a way of making people love, to obsess, to have desire for someone or something else through whatever means possible. It was achieved through the repeat image of the song “You Made Me Love You” until the dissonant images hammered it home. Jacen Burrows making each oh-so-similar image distinct as he rips the comic book through the decades, in a way that outdid Eddie Campbell’s similar portrayal of passing time in From Hell. It’s been said that good writers give readers the chance to fill in the circle themselves, it’s all about judging how wide a gap to leave. In Providence, Moore leaves wider circles than most, but they are such a thrill when you make that jump.
Providence is published by Bleeding Cool’s publisher, Avatar Press.
No Mercy #9 by Alex De Campi and Carla Speed McNeil.
From the opening page of this teen survival story flashback issue, there is incredible disconnect between expectations and reality, never more effectively portrayed than with the facial expressions of the characters and the double meaning of “coming out” in high society, as well as what is meant by “be yourself”. No word is wasted, every syllable targetted in one direction, from beginning to end it’s a devastatingly clever, poignant and angry take on the gap between children and their parents.
And the second page personifies both as two distinct figures, the person and the clothing, and the mental anguish divides the two, quite literally covered up. In those opening two pages, No Mercy managed to say more than most comics managed in a five year run. The rest of the comic? It matches up. Page four was probably the angriest page of the year…
And then the gap becomes so wide it breaks your heart, and you spent the rest of the comic looking for the light amongst the dark – until you find it. If you squint. A possibly perfect comic book. For emotional effect, no other comic came close for me in 2016.
Chew #59 by John Layman and Rob Guillory.
An example of one of the greatest bait and switches in serialised comic book history. Chew has always been a most entertaining comic, telling the story of an impending alien invasion, the banning of eating chicken worldwide, and super powers related to food emerging all over the place, all dovetailing together. But with its penultimate issue, John Layman wrote something very special. We’d already had a teased vision of the future that turned out to be a vicious tease for the audience, but we were grateful for the dodge, the people we thought would die, didn’t, it was all beautifully explained away in a previous issue as it headed for its denouement. And then with #59, it did it all anyway. This issue was a masterpiece of structure, and its a credit to Guillory that he created such depressing scenes while maintaining the cartoony style that had defined the look of the series. One of the crueller pieces of torture inflicted upon an audience and masterfully cast.
Bleeding Cool’s 11 Favourite Single Comics Of 2016
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