#San Diego June Weddings

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A Love You Don't Find Everyday Part 9 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley counts down the hours until you return home. You try to dodge some appealing offers intended to lure you away from Top Gun. And then you break the news to Bradley about when your wedding will be.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, and swearing

Length: 3200 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

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Bradley was up early on Thursday morning, but he had to keep himself from texting you right away. The last thing he wanted was to cause a distraction. It was your big day. You'd worked hard for it. He wanted to give you plenty of space. 

He didn't like taking the back seat, but he knew now that sometimes it was necessary. Especially since you told him you understood now why he hit Josh back in June. 

He'd hit that asshole in the face a million more times if he had to. Thank goodness Jake got through to you about it, because Bradley wasn't going to back down.

"Shit!" he growled when he spilled coffee down the front of his flight suit. He was tired and cranky and unfocused without you at home, and even Tramp was giving him a weird look. "Mommy will be home in two days. We'll both feel better then."

Bradley mopped up the mess, and when he made his way out to your shitty car, he was surprised to find the sky looked like rain. You loved the rare rainy day in San Diego, and Bradley really wished it would hold off until you were home this weekend. Just thinking about a rainy Sunday at home with you was too much. Bradley could practically feel the luxury of your body against his, the cool sheets rubbing his legs as he listened to you sighing his name. He could almost feel your weight on his lap while you fed him Marry Me Rooster, the sound of the rain becoming your playlist. 

"Pussy whipped," he muttered, wrenching the driver's door open and ducking down into the car just as the rain started coming down. He gently slid the key into the ignition, but nothing happened when he turned it. "Come on," he groaned. The car had given him an issue every single day this week. He tried to crank it again. Nothing. "You're joking."

Dead battery. Okay, he could deal with a dead battery. He ran through the rain to the elderly neighbors' house and knocked on their door. They were sweet, and Bradley always pulled their weeds for them, so of course they would let him use their car to jump your battery. 

So he pulled their Buick into the driveway next to yours, and within a few minutes, he had your car up and running. 

But after returning their car and running back through the rain, he was soaked to his compression shorts. "Son of a bitch!" he growled, dashing back inside to change into a dry flight suit. He could still be on time if he left immediately, so he didn't bother drying off his hair.

He ran back out to the driveway and made it to his scheduled simulation with one minute to spare. 

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"I am so impressed by you, Lieutenant," your boss told you while he helped you test the equipment that would be used during the presentation. You had about an hour until showtime, and you were more excited than nervous.

"Thank you, sir. I love what I'm working on right now. Please keep me in your lab forever."

Bickel chuckled and lined everything up behind the podium for you. "I'll be happy to have you as long as you want to stay. But I wouldn't be surprised if a more enticing opportunity comes your way. Something might even lure you back to Annapolis permanently."  

You pictured the Craftsman, and your backyard with Tramp running around. You pictured your car parked next to the Bronco in the driveway. You pictured your pretty kitchen, and the piano next to the sliding glass door. You pictured Bradley, cracking up and kissing your neck while you made dinner.

"No way. I'm set on Top Gun, sir."

"Well then, we'll keep you. And I'm going to submit paperwork for your next rank promotion come the January cycle."

Your heart skipped a beat, and you tried to speak, but he quickly added, "Assuming you don't blow this presentation. Which I know you won't. Now, let's get started."

You texted Bradley to let him know you would be shutting your phone off shortly, but you got an immediate response that made you smile. 

Bradley Rooster Bradshaw <3 <3 <3: I miss you too much. I'm counting down the minutes until I can pick you up on Saturday. Good luck. You're amazing. 

He was sweet. He was always so sweet to you. And he was probably having a lovely week without you, but still wanted you to feel missed. 

"They are about to introduce us, and then it's time to shine. Make me look good," Bickel told everyone. You made sure your hair was still in its bun, straightened your uniform pins, and then strode out to the front of the room to the polite applause. 

There were several hundred in attendance to hear all about the work that was done in your lab, most of which you had directly contributed to. So you breezed through everything, barely needing to consult your notes. And when it was time to take questions at the end, nearly everyone in your group was smiling. 

"How does your work relate to the portion of the pentagon budget used for the un-manned aircrafts?" asked a Commander who was seated near the front with a sour smirk on his face. "Or are you unaware of that competing research?"

You adjusted the microphone clipped to your shirt and thought about Bradley, Phoenix, Jake, Bob and Payback. You thought about Fanboy and Coyote and Maverick. 

"Our work is not related to the un-manned projects in any way, sir. Simply because we don't believe in naval aviation without naval aviators. That way of thinking is misguided and misinformed. And I'll be happy to explain it to you."

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Bradley almost never had headaches. But he had one today. You'd apparently only had time to send him a thumbs up letting him know everything went well. He hoped you'd been swallowed up by a sea of admirals asking about your work. 

He also hoped your car would make it to the mechanic for him to switch it with the Bronco. He'd needed to have Nat help him jump your shit car again after work, but luckily he had a voicemail message letting him know that the Bronco was ready to be picked up. So he was planning on switching them and praying the prognosis would be that your car was not repairable. 

But as he crossed the bay bridge, Bradley could already hear you complaining that the car never ever gave you any issues, so it must just be him. He rolled his eyes so hard as he drove slowly through the pouring rain, nearing the far end of the bridge when the car stalled out. 

"What the fuck," he gasped, trying to pump the brakes and restart the engine. "A fucking death trap!"

Bradley guided the careening car to as safe a stop as he could manage, nudging the front end against the guide rail off the side of the road at the end of the bridge. He saw his phone lighting up on the passenger seat. You were calling him, most likely on your way back to your room after dinner. 

"Baby Girl," he said as calmly as he could when he answered, but his nerves were shot. 

"Roo! I've had the most wonderful day! Do you have a minute?"

He glanced around at the traffic that continued to drive past him through the rain, and all around the interior of your stalled out car. "Sure do, Sweetheart. All the time in the world, since I've got nothing else to do today except push your piece of shit car off the side of the goddamn bay bridge!"

"What happened?" you demanded. "You promised you'd be nice to it!"

"I was nice to it. It was not nice to me."

"I told you it gets finicky in reverse!" you reminded him. 

How reverse gear was supposed to help him drive across the bridge was beyond his comprehension at the moment, so he just took a calming breath and said, "Everything is fine here. Please, tell me about your day, Sweetheart."

You squealed. "Well I just got back to my room, and I spilled cocktail sauce on my dress at dinner, which was very annoying. But Sonya had a Tide to go pen in her bag, which was really helpful. But anyway, I nailed the presentation, Bradley. Like absolutely destroyed it! I even shut down an obnoxious officer when I took questions. I just wish you could have been there!"

"I'm proud of you, Baby Girl. And tomorrow night is the dinner you've been looking forward to."

"Yes! And then I get to come home to you and rest and relax! And I have a treat for you that I think you're going to love."

"You got me a treat?" he asked, picturing some new lingerie in his future. "Can I get one for you too then? How mad would you be if I bought you a new car?"

"You're being dramatic. I'm sure whatever you did to hurt my car's feelings will be remedied as soon as I get back."

He once again glanced around at the dead car. "Great idea. Just come back to me, and honestly everything will be better, okay?"

"I love you. I'll see you on Saturday, sexy." You hung up without another word, leaving Bradley to once again check under your hood in the pouring rain. 

"I hate you. I hope you know that," he told the car before pounding his fist repeatedly on the steering wheel.

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Your green wool dress was the perfect thing to wear to dinner with the admirals in October in Maryland. You were feeling great. You rocked your presentation. Josh could go fuck himself. And you looked like a million bucks as you took a cab with your boss to a swanky restaurant. 

"So, how are your wedding plans coming along?" Bickel asked you, and you suddenly felt like you wished you could tell him more about it than just confetti cake. The funny thing was, he was there that first day you ever met Bradley, and really, he had been around for your entire relationship. 

"Coming along. Bradley has been really patient with my work, and once I get home, we're really going to nail down our plans. But something small, nothing crazy."

"Evelyn and I just eloped. Save yourselves some time and money," he recommended with a smile as he helped you out of the cab. 

The restaurant was lovely, and the dinner ended up being perfect. And by the dessert course, Admiral Jennings was probing you to see if you'd ever consider Annapolis for your career.

You'd had a glass of champagne and a few cocktails, and everyone was really enjoying themselves, but you just shook your head. "Honestly? Probably not, Admiral. I love Top Gun aviation. I don't know that I would find the same niche at the Naval Academy, even though your labs are impressive."

She just nodded at you and said, "You'll keep my number on hand? If you change your mind? Your presentation was excellent, and I would love to steal you from North Island if you ever wanted to leave."

You laughed and said, "Never say never. But I plan on taking over his lab someday."

Bickel pretended to glare at you, but you knew he really wanted the best for your career. 

When you eventually got back to your room in the barracks, you called Bradley since it was three hours earlier back home. 

He answered after one ring. "Baby Girl."

"Roo," you sighed, and he groaned in response. 

"We miss you too much. Flight lands at two? I'll be at the airport by one just in case."

"How do you manage to be deployed and not miss me?" you asked, tossing your dirty clothes into your suitcase and packing up your things.

"I miss you the entire time I'm deployed. It's just maybe a little easier to get through the day when I know there's no way I can communicate with you."

"That makes sense," you told him, stripping off your dress and admiring your tattoo in the mirror. "Are you excited about your treat?"

You heard him moan softly. "Is it something lacy that you can wear when we make another video?" he rasped, and you actually had to squeeze your thighs together.

"No.... but it could be combined with something that is," you replied, making sure you had a cute pair of clean underwear left for the morning. "Would you like that?"

"Absolutely, Sweetheart. I can't wait for my treat. And you."

When you ended the call, you spread some ointment on your tattoo and pulled on Bradley's UVA shirt for bed. You could shower and finish packing in the morning.

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Your six hour flight was the only thing between you and Bradley at the moment, so you were anxious to take off. You settled into your window seat with the rest of your lab team across the aisle from you. You stretched out in your leggins and Bradley's huge UVA sweatshirt when you noticed newlyweds in matching Just Married shirts walk past. You smiled at them as you checked the time on your phone. 

Your lock screen was a picture of you and Bradey in front of the Bronco outside the Hard Deck. Phoenix had taken the picture, so of course you and Bradley were both mid-laugh because of whatever she had just said. The sun was setting in the background, and the San Diego sky had that magical, saturated look where every color was represented.

"Perfect for a wedding," you muttered, putting your earbuds in and selecting a playlist as the plane started to taxi. 

What did you even want for your wedding? Your dress was with you in a garment bag. You already had Carole's veil. You'd need pretty underwear and some shoes; you could remedy that in a day. Bradley could wear anything he wanted, you didn't care. Confetti cake was a done deal. You'd have so few wedding guests to invite, you could probably get away with a simple catering menu. 

Just that pretty sky in the background would be enough. 

You checked your phone calendar. Maybe November could work after all? You'd immediately loved the idea of having the same anniversary month as your parents and Bradley's parents. Your heart was beating a little faster as you considered it. 

Your parents would be out for Thanksgiving. You'd only have six weeks or so to make it all happen, but now that you could picture it all in your mind, you wanted it. And you wanted it next month. It would be perfect.

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Bradley arrived at the airport an hour early. He managed to snag an empty bench near baggage claim, and then he continued with his research. He had about twenty tabs open in his browser, each one with information for a Hawaiian honeymoon. 

He had eliminated a few hotels already. Nothing seemed good enough for you, but he had found a few with nice perks. Like one with a private pool and hot tub. And another one with private bungalows where he figured you could get nice and loud. A butler to deliver room service so the two of you could stay in bed all day? Sounded like a necessity to him. 

God these places were expensive. But he just smirked, because you hadn't mentioned a budget, and he wasn't about to bring it up. 

A text from you popped up letting him know your flight had landed. He wanted to hold you in the worst way. He also had to break it to you that your car was in the shop with a plethora of issues. He didn't know if he should tell you that before or after he got you home, because you would definitely notice that it was missing from the driveway. 

When he heard the announcement for your flight, he made his way to baggage carousel F and waited. Finally he saw you weaving through people as you smiled at him. You were the most stunning woman he had ever seen in his life, and you were his. In fact, you were wearing his sweatshirt and now running towards him. 

"Roo!" Your voice made the biggest smile break out on his face as you dropped everything you were holding and let him scoop you up.

"I missed you, Baby Girl," he said just as your lips found his. Your kisses were gentle yet needy as you threaded your fingers through his hair. 

He held your hips while you wrapped your legs around him. "Is this what it feels like when you get back from a deployment, Roo? Because I feel like I've missed everything about you, every inch of you, and it's only been a week."

He rubbed his nose softly against your cheek and nipped at your lips. "That's exactly how it feels. Like nothing has ever felt as good as holding you."

You whimpered softly, and he kissed you harder until he heard the carousel start up. As you eased down his body until you were standing flush against him, looking up at him, he stroked your perfect cheek with his thumb. "Sweetheart, how did you come back with more bags than you left with?"

Bradley watched you nudge the thick garment bag with your toe as you casually shrugged. "Oh, this? In the garment bag? That's just my wedding dress."

His heart was pounding, and he was speechless. He tried several times to formulate actual words, but you just smiled and kissed his Adam's apple. "Cat got your tongue?" you asked softly as he held you tight. 

He swallowed a few times before he managed to ask, "You bought your wedding dress this week?" 

"Mmhmm. Well, my mom did. But that's it, right inside the bag. Texted photos to Nat and Maria, and they approved it as well."

Your tone was so relaxed, merely speaking facts to him, but Bradley could barely handle this information. "That's the dress? You're going to marry me in that dress?" he asked, pointing at the plain black bag as his feet. When you nodded, he scooped it up like it was sacred and hung it over his arm. "Don't leave it on the floor!"

You just laughed and pointed out your suitcase and one of your huge plastic tubs. 

Bradley gathered all of your equipment and your suitcase, but he refused to let go of your dress bag. 

"Can I see it?" he asked softly as you raised the handle on your suitcase. 

"Absolutely not, Bradley! Not until the end of next month," you said with the cutest grin as he laid your dress bag across the bins and picked them up.

He was afraid to ask. He didn't think his brain could handle any more information. But the smile on your face was goading him, and he wanted to know everything that was going on inside your mind at the moment. 

"What's at the end of next month, Sweetheart?" he asked as you took a small step away from him, wheeling your suitcase behind you. 

You turned back to look at him over your shoulder, that same perfect smile adorning your lips. "Our wedding."

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She went and did it, made all his dreams come true. And he hasn't even seen his treat yet....that will be in the next chapter, promise.

PART 10

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Happy Birthday, Bradley!

Pairing: Rooster x Wife!Reader

Author’s Note: I will always be a little salty that I wasn’t able to post this on his actual birthday, but I’m so glad that the shadowban has finally been lifted! This one seems like a good one to celebrate with!

Warnings: Lots and lots of fluff, hints at some spice (nothing explicit).

- Every year, when June 27th rolls around, you make it your personal mission to spoil your husband rotten for his birthday.

- Rooster is always incredibly low-key about his birthday, and never asks for anything, but you always spend weeks planning something special for him.

- On his first birthday as your boyfriend, you got the two of you tickets to a San Diego Padres game. Rooster had mentioned several times how much he enjoyed baseball, and how he remembered his dad taking him to a few games when he was little, so he was incredibly grateful for the gift.

- “Just please tell me you didn’t have them put my name up on the jumbotron,” Rooster teased, tugging affectionately on the bill of your baseball cap.

- “No, no, of course not,” you winked, giggling when he jokingly groaned.

- What you hadn’t planned on was the two of you getting picked for the Kiss Cam. Everyone around you cheered and whistled as Rooster planted a big kiss on your lips, waving to the cameras as you blushed.

- “Happy birthday, Bradley,” you smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek as he settled an arm around you to enjoy the rest of the game.

- Another year, you planned a weekend trip to Miami for the two of you, figuring it would be a perfect time to hit the beaches and soak up some sun by the pool.

- Rooster ended up wanting to spend most of the time you were there in your hotel room. But, hey, he was the birthday boy. Who were you to refuse?

- “Happy birthday, Bradley,” you giggled in between kisses, feeling like you were the one getting the gift with him as your boyfriend.

- During the year of your engagement, you knew you wouldn’t be able to do anything too extravagant since most of your money was going towards the wedding or being saved for the future. However, with help from your friends, you were able to throw a lovely surprise party at Penny’s house.

- “I promised I’d drop something off for Penny on our way to lunch,” you told him as you drove the two of you in the direction of the Benjamin household. “Come inside with me. Penny made lemonade for your birthday,” you added with a wink once you pulled up outside.

- Rooster had been genuinely shocked when he’d stepped into the house and everyone had jumped out of their hiding places with a raucous shout of “SURPRISE!”

- Though it was nothing too elaborate, Rooster had been deeply appreciative of the barbeque and yard games in celebration of his birthday. He made sure to whisper in your ear over and over again how thankful he was and how lucky he was to have a fiancee as amazingly thoughtful as you.

- “Happy birthday, Bradley,” you grinned, playfully wiping some off the frosting from his cake onto the tip of his nose. He got you back by nuzzling it across your cheek.

- On his first birthday as your husband, you surprised him with a photo album you had made of all the pictures you’d discovered among his mother’s things. There were pictures of his parents when they were children, pictures of them as a young couple, pictures from their wedding, and tons of pictures of them with Rooster as a baby. You’d also included pictures of Carole and Rooster from his graduations and sporting events growing up, as well as some pictures from your own wedding, side by side with his parents’ wedding photos.

- “God, baby, this is amazing,” Rooster told you, reverently flipping through the pages as he sat beside you on the couch. “Thank you,” he murmured, choked up as tears glistened in his eyes.

- In addition, you’d also found a company online that could convert old home videos into DVDs and digital files. So you’d sent all the Bradshaws’ home videos off just in time to be able to play them for Rooster on his birthday. You’d both cried watching Goose’s and Carole’s bright smiles fill the screen, their infectious laughter present in every take as they brought Bradley home from the hospital, took him to the beach, celebrated his first Christmas, and shared so many other special moments together as a family.

- “This is the best gift anyone has ever given me,” Rooster whispered, squeezing your hand. He’d missed the sound of his parents’ voices and now he could hear them whenever he wanted.

- Once you and Rooster started having children of your own, his birthday celebrations became simpler. You and the kids usually surprised him with breakfast in bed or made a special dinner for him.

- Every year, you help the kids make cards for their daddy and pick out gifts which you claim are from the children. Rooster always makes sure to make a big deal about everything that they give him.

- Once the kids are asleep, you make sure to give your husband a little gift of your own.

- “Mrs. Bradshaw, you have really outdone yourself this year,” he whistled on his most recent birthday, smiling widely at the lingerie set you’d picked out just for the occasion. Lifting you up into his arms, he kissed you fervently as he turned and gently laid you down on the bed. “You spoil me too much,” he whispered, kissing his way down your neck.

- Laughing, you wrapped your arms around him and smiled as his hands roamed freely all over your body. “Happy birthday, Bradley!”

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anything for you | part two

pairing: Jake Hangman Seresin x Rebecca Hermann (fem!OC)

warnings: 18+ minors DNI, implied violence against women/children, discussions of murder (nothing explicit/gory), inaccuracies about hotel ownership, implied child neglect, descriptions of anxiety/panic attacks, discussion of insecurities, eventual smut, warnings to be added as needed 

word count: 5.5k

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note: here's part two, thank you to everyone who read the first part and left such kind comments - you're all so lovely!

Thursday, June 22, 2023 | San Diego, CA | 1332 PST

“When you asked if I was free for lunch, I thought this was going to be a fun, sexy thing.”

“And you thought garlic-and-onion-filled gyros were the appropriate pairing for a sexy lunch?” She snorts, rolling her eyes when he keeps talking, ignoring her teasing.

“I wouldn’t have said yes and ordered your favorite-” Jake pauses to shove a huge bite into his mouth “-if I knew you were just going to torture me with this stuff.”

“That’s disgusting, don’t talk with your mouth full.” Rebecca looks at him with disdain when he opens his mouth to show off his half-chewed food. “How you were voted California’s most eligible bachelor eight years in a row is a complete mystery to me.”

“I never had lunch with the selection committee.”

She smiles at his joke, then straightens up, getting down to the matter at hand. “So, what are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking I don’t care what color our napkins are.” He groans, flopping back into the loveseat where they’re sharing lunch.

“Well, neither do I!” She huffs, flapping the fabric samples toward his face. “Pick one: pearl white or ivory cream.”

“Those look fucking identical.”

“They basically are.”

“So why does it matter?”

“Because Michelle needs an answer today on what we want for the reception, so please pick one.”

“I want whatever you want, darling.” Her blood heats up; the combination of the condescending pet name and how attractive he manages to be while lounging on the uncomfortable corporate-chic cushions is practically lethal.

She practically whines his name, tired of the back and forth on a conversation they’d already had three times. “Stop being a patronizing dickhead and just pick one of the nearly identical napkin options.”

“The right one.”

“Perfect, a fantastic choice.” She tosses the samples on the table and pulls out her phone to text the decision to their wedding planner. “You know, it would be nice if you would help make some of the real decisions for this wedding, too.”

“But you’re doing such a great job! And besides, I’m giving valu-”

“If you say, “valuable input on the honeymoon” one more time, I will sit on you and shove that salad down your throat, I swear to god, Jacob.”

“You say that like I wouldn’t enjoy it.”

“Keep it up, and I’ll shove more than just the salad.”

He sits up, a huge grin lighting up his face. “Wow! You are so feisty today, Mrs. Seresin!”

“I’m not Mrs. Seresin yet; you pompous, jacka-” Her joking tirade is cut off by his desk phone.

“Honey, as much as I love it when you’re mean to me, gonna need you to hold onto that thought. I told Ginger to hold all calls while you were here unless it was an emergency.” He hustles to his desk, brushing his fingers against her cheek as he passes. “This is Jake Ser- okay. Okay, hold on, sweetheart, she’s right here. Just a second.”

He waves her over as he holds the receiver away from his mouth, “It’s your sister, and she’s crying.”

“What?!” She trips getting up, her mind immediately going to the worst-case scenario. “Delilah? Are you okay? What’s wrong? Talk to me.”

“Th-they-they aren’t-t-t…”

“Try to breathe, honey. Are you okay? Can you tell me if you’re hurt?”

“N-not hurt.” It’s a relief to hear, but Delilah’s breathing is too unstable to be comfortable.

“Alright, okay. It’s okay. I’m right here. Don’t want to trigger an asthma attack, so we’re gonna take deep breaths together, okay? Just like we used to when you were little.” The sisters breathe together, the older one making sure her inhales and exhales are loud enough for the younger one to hear over the phone.

It takes a few minutes, but Delilah’s breathing starts to level out. “Thanks, Becca.”

“Of course, kiddo. Can you tell me what’s going on?”

“My academic awards ceremony is tonight, and I’m probably getting a big math award, but Dad just called me to tell me that they’re not gonna make it because it’s Mom’s birthday! They’re going to dinner and then to the bars with the guys from Dad’s crew! Can you believe it?” Her voice is weak but borderline shrill. “It’s my senior year – the last big thing besides graduation – and they’re not coming!”

The last three words send Rebecca’s mind into a spiral. All the times she had heard that exact phrase and then been the one to care for her sister flashing through her mind. At seventeen, being forced to be a primary caretaker to an infant Delilah during the limited free time she had in between school and work. At twenty-eight, and parenting her preteen sister because her biological parents decided to go on a month-long trip to the Caribbean. Every time they had deemed something else more important than their child. The countless volleyball and softball games missed, cash wasted on tickets for the school musical, parent-teacher conferences that were straight-up ignored half the time. When Rebecca was younger, she would mourn the gas money burned and the free time stolen as she acted as a personal assistant and valet to her sister, driving back and forth to practices, dentist appointments, dance classes, play rehearsals, haircuts, anything that Delilah needed. Looking back now, she was grateful they had gotten to spend that time together.

“We’ll be there.” She interrupts without thinking.

“You will?” Delilah’s voice is soft but pleased. The intention of her call was just to vent to her big sister, let out the frustration of being ignored again by her parents. “You don’t have to. I know you’re both busy.”

“Never too busy for you, babe. What time does it start? Do you want a ride?” She sinks into the desk chair, crossing her legs and leaning back, hoping the pressure building behind her eyes doesn’t turn into a full-blown migraine.

Rebecca can feel Jake hovering before he squats next to the chair. She ignores him in favor of letting the now happy voice of her sister wash over her. It’s a solid plan until a large hand lands on her thigh. His palm is warm where it lays against her skin, and his fingers gently rub the material of her skirt, letting her know he’s there. She turns her head to the right and peeks an eye open, watching him watch her.

“Is she hurt?” He mouths the question, looking relieved after she shakes her head.

She hesitates for a second before putting her hand on his, rubbing her thumb along the back of his hand in thanks. Jake takes the opportunity to hold her hand, playfully squeezing her fingers a few times, a ghost of a smile on his face. The sisters talk a bit more, confirming plans for the evening and saying “I love you” before hanging up. Rebecca drops the receiver into its cradle and leans back, looking at the ceiling. The office is quiet, the clock on the wall making the only noise in the otherwise silent room.

“Since we’re not preparing to storm Normandy, I take it everything is okay now?” She hums in confirmation, still staring at the ceiling. “What happened?”

“They’re not coming.”

There’s something about the way she says it – voice hollow, emotionless – that sets warning bells off in his head, but he still asks, “Who?”

“Fucking Seymour and Brittany.” She starts pacing. “It’s Brittany’s birthday, so they’ve decided that it’s not necessary to attend Delilah’s academic awards ceremony. Her senior year academic awards ceremony. Her last one. Where – because of her intelligence, hard work, and high academic ranking – it’s extremely likely that she’ll be receiving a boatload of awards. My father called her and told her they weren’t going to make it because they’re going out to dinner and then drinking with those idiots that hang around him! As if they couldn’t do that after the awards are over! It starts at six, and it’ll be like, at a maximum, an hour and a half!”

Jake stares in shock at the woman trying to wear a hole into his carpet. It wasn’t uncommon for her to curse or to be louder than usual when joking around, but the last time, the only time, he had seen Rebecca raise her voice in anger was that fateful night in February when she reamed him out after breaking into her house. Since then, her demeanor has matched the woman she had always been known to be. A kind and thoughtful person with a quieter disposition, one that hid a tough side she brought out only when needed, and a wit sharp enough to cut glass. Her voice is scathing, decades' worth of built-up frustration and resentment being released, and it freezes him in place.

“It’s just so unfair! I know they don’t like me, that I’m the “black sheep” of the family, or whatever the latest lame-ass attempt at an insult my father has taken to calling me. I don’t care about that. I worked my ass off junior and senior year to get a good scholarship, and I did. I practically put in full-time hours to save up enough to get out of that fucking house, and I did! The day after my eighteenth birthday, I packed up that crappy Camry – that I bought with my own money! – and moved into that sketchy apartment with five roommates. I worked hard to be the “outcast” of that family! I escaped, and they don’t like that, and that’s fine. I don’t need them to like me!”

Her voice was getting louder, the pacing and hand gestures more frenzied. She could feel her blood pressure rising, but she couldn’t stop. She hadn’t been this mad in years. She actually couldn’t remember the last time she was this angry.

“But it’s not fair that Delilah is treated like that! Like some show pony they can trot out when it pleases them. I know she’s the kid that was created on purpose, and I was the mistake no one wanted, but they just show her off like she’s some shiny object! Bragging about how smart she is and her amazing grades, her talent and how she gets cast in lead roles in the school plays and musicals, her athletic prowess, and how she definitely could have gone D1 if she wanted. But she doesn’t want to because she’s going to dedicate herself to helping others – something they know nothing about – but, of course, none of that actually matters to them! I can count on two hands the number of things they’ve actually showed up in the last eighteen years and still have fingers left over! And the worst part is she still believes they’re going to show up! That they’re suddenly going to give a damn about anything she does. That they’re going to treat her as more than a way for them to make themselves look better. And she doesn’t have anyone else because the only other family left is our grandfather, and it would take a fucking miracle for him to show up to an event where there’s even the slightest possibility that his son might be there. There’s no one else, so I said we’d g- oh my god.”

She stops on a dime, turning on her heel to Jake, who was shaken out of his stupor after the third curse word and now is staring in disbelief at his fiancé. “I said we’d go. You don’t have to go. I’m sorry I said you were coming without checking first-”

“I want to go.”

“-I just got caught up in the moment and didn’t think about it. You don’t have to-” His words register. “What?”

“I said it’s okay that you RSVP’d yes for me; I want to go.”

“You don’t have to. It’s not your sister.”

He chuckles, “Yeah, I’m aware of that. Otherwise, this engagement would be kinda awkward. And illegal.”

“What?” The joke goes over her head; she’s only half paying attention, her body still on a high from anger and the adrenaline rush that hit when she heard her sister crying.

“Because if she was my sister, then we’d be related, which is illegal or at the very least frowned upon…” He trails off, realizing he’s not getting through. “Wow, that really got to you, huh?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m sorry. I’m used to their bullshit; I usually don’t get so mad. But hearing her cry on the phone like that, she was practically hyperventilating when you answe- wait. How did Delilah even get through?”

“I put her on the allowed caller list.”

“You did?” She’s surprised.

She probably shouldn’t be anymore. Except for the rough start to their engagement in February, Jake had a perfect gentleman.

His generosity is unfamiliar to her, unexpected from a man of the Dagger organization. And she hadn’t been expecting the same care to be so easily extended to her sister. She assumed she would have to make more demands to ensure Delilah was taken care of properly. But he’s done everything she was planning to ask of him, and more, before she even had the chance to bring it up. A college fund set up with safeguards in place so only a select few have access, protecting the money from her greedy father. A brand-new car: one that’s cute and practical, with a top safety rating, in her sister’s preferred color. A week-long trip over Delilah’s spring break to the three schools she was considering so she could make what Jake called “the most educated decision possible.” He even almost bought a house that neighbored the campus of her final choice, a decision that Rebecca had to talk him down from. She’s still suspicious that he secretly bought it, despite a lengthy lecture on why that was a dumb idea.

Despite his kindness, it was hard for them to interact with each other at the start of their engagement. The first month was awkward, filled with distrusting glances and silted conversations as she settled into the guest room of his ocean-view property. Their proposal announcement was spent answering questions about the financial impact of Rebecca joining Eagle Hotels as the head of the newly reformed community and charity outreach division instead of their whirlwind romance. The press conference was supposed to be the way to launch the couple to the public, grabbing attention and headlines at the fact that California’s eternal bachelor was taking a wife who was going to use the profits of his multi-million company to pour money into cancer research and other worthy causes. Instead, the next day, the media was speculating about the financial future of Eagle and the validity of their relationship, not believing they were in love – or even liked each other – due to the lack of chemistry and the visible discomfort radiating from them both.

After reading that even reputable publications questioned the engagement, Rebecca realized they needed to become friends. Being comfortable with each other would allow them to sell the relationship to the public and investors while having the bonus side effect of convincing the older members of the Dagger organization that were still doubtful. Getting to know each other on a surface level and becoming friends would allow that to happen without having to get too close. Her plan had worked. They became comfortable with each other, the speculation stopped, and the gushing over their relationship started.

It also had the unintended effect of him becoming even more thoughtful, taking her into consideration and asking her opinion, even when it wasn’t necessary. He makes her laugh, a perfectly timed terrible pun lifting her spirits on tough days. He gives affection freely. Keep gestures subtle in public, a hand on her lower back or whispering in her ear just to follow it up with a kiss to her temple, all done to get perfect paparazzi shots of the couple. In private, around friends and family, his hands are bolder but never disrespectful. A strong arm around her waist, a gentle kiss on her neck, a warm hand on her thigh.

It's not what she’s used to from men, and it flusters her, even knowing it’s an act.

Then, the reminder that it’s an act puts her guard back up. Reverting to constantly reminding herself that this is a business agreement, a marriage of convenience.

Nothing more.

It’s hard, though. He makes her feel safe. Something a man hadn’t done in a decade.

Even when something happens that rips her back to reality and she’s reminded that this isn’t a real relationship, she feels safe. She knew what she was signing up for when she agreed to the marriage. What it would mean to be the wife of The Hangman. That he was a dangerous man who had done horrible things. There’s been several nights when he comes home late, knuckles intact to ensure plausible deniability of the Dagger leader, but with dark red flecks on an otherwise pristine white shirt that betray his innocence. It’s clear from the fact that Jake lets her see him on nights like that, nights when business had to be taken care of, that he trusts her. She trusts him, not fully, but enough to know that with him, she’s safe. She knows that as long as it’s not his blood that he comes home covered in. But another night, another ruined shirt, and the reminder runs through her head on eternal rotation.

This isn’t real. It’s to protect your sister, your family. This isn’t real. It’s to protect your sister, your family.

“Of course I did. She’s family. Oh honey, come here.” He pulls her close after catching sight of her lower lip wobbling and hugs her soft body into his harder one. Mentally admonishing himself after the moment he takes to appreciate her curves when she’s practically crying. “It’ll be okay. She’s going to school; it’s paid for, and she can stay with us during her breaks. Or we’ll get her a good internship, so she doesn’t have to come back at all. And after we get married, she doesn’t ever have to see them again if she doesn’t want to.”

“I know.” She rests her forehead against his collarbones, breathing to try and stop the tears threatening to escape. “I’m just worried.”

“About what?” One of his hands starts rubbing her back, the other drifting down to his favorite spot on her hip. “We can fix it, just gotta tell me.”

“Everything? I don’t know; I just feel so guilty. For the longest time, I was resentful that I had to take care of her so much, and of course, it was them I was mad at, but I’m afraid it seemed like I was upset with her. And then there were so many years where I was more distant than I wanted to be because dealing with them was just so awful. And I couldn’t get her out of there, and I’m worried that those two have hurt her in ways that I’ll never be able to understand or fix.” Her voice gets tighter as she speaks, cracking on the last word.

“Hey, breathe. It’s okay. I know you feel bad, but you did everything you could for her. You did what you had to do to protect yourself. And even though you were kinda distant, you still spent so much time with her. She loves you so much; she wants to be just like you. And let’s face it – with both parents alive, no documented history of abuse, and your father being who he is, no judge in the county would have dared to give you custody. You did the best you could do, and it was enough. She’s kind, smart, and funny, and I’m 110% certain that is all of you.” He wipes a tear that falls. “And I’m here now. Together we’ll keep her as safe as we possibly can. I will do everything in my power to protect you both. Okay?”

She sniffles, “Okay. Thank you, Jake.”

“Of course, anything for you, you know that. Now let’s see a smile!” Her weak attempt at a smile is met with his wide grin. “There’s my girl!”

His smile turns confused when she bites back a laugh. “What?”

“You have lettuce in your teeth.”

How the fuck did I get here?

Rebecca has had that exact thought countless times since February. If someone had told her five months earlier that she would be sitting in the back of her high school’s auditorium next to Jacob “The Hangman” Seresin, and not only would he be her fiancé, but he would be willingly and eagerly attending her sister’s academic awards ceremony, and that it was his idea to buy a bouquet of daisies and make a reservation at the nicest steakhouse in the city to celebrate afterward, she would have taken that person to the emergency room for fear of horrific brain damage.

After the call with her sister Jake had cleared the rest of his schedule, insisting they spend the rest of the afternoon together. He spent the next few hours driving them around town, completing a to-do list that existed in his head. The first stop was a jewelry store to pick up two necklaces. One he immediately put around Rebecca’s neck. A beautiful white gold pendant with a teardrop-shaped peridot gemstone that rested perfectly on her decolletage. August’s birthstone for her and her sister’s birthday. The second box had an identical necklace, a graduation gift for Delilah, he explained. She didn’t have a chance to protest the much too expensive gifts before he was dragging her down the street to a bookstore where they argued over the best author of the twentieth century for almost an hour. Leaving with multiple books by Ian Fleming and Sue Grafton for comparison purposes and a promise to the owner to return. They popped into Rebecca’s favorite bakery for a snack and left with a baker’s dozen of treats and two iced teas. Splitting a chocolate donut, they dropped the rest of the pastries at the Machado household for Javy and Julianna to enjoy on their anniversary weekend. The last stop was a florist on Main Street to grab a bouquet before they picked Delilah up and headed to the school.

It had been a perfect afternoon.

The more she thinks about how smoothly everything went, how natural it felt, the more stressed she becomes. It shouldn’t have been easy. It shouldn’t have happened at all! He had more important things to do than spend the afternoon together. Why would he do that? She’s attempting to distract herself from the overwhelming feelings threatening to send her into a panic attack by flipping through the awards ceremony program when she sees it.

Her brain disconnects from her body; she can feel it happen. She knows the room is loud; it had been loud when they sat down, but now everything is muffled, and the only thing she can hear is blood rushing in her ears. Her body suddenly feels like concrete, heavy in a way it isn’t usually; an invisible pressure pushing especially hard on her sternum, making her breathing staccato and shallow. The folded booklet in her hands is now blurry, her eyes so unfocused she’s seeing multiple of the program swirling in front of her. Her hands start to shake in a way they haven’t done in a long time.

It’s the goddamn program. A voice in her head tells her. How are you supposed to deal with this? Seeing her name out of nowhere!

Another voice interrupts. No! It’s his fault. He’s being too nice; it wasn’t supposed to be like this! He wasn’t supposed to be like this.

She distantly thinks both of the voices are probably right. Because for the second time today, she can feel Jake’s concern from where he’s seated next to her – the auditorium is old, and the seats are packed together, reminiscent of a time with laxer safety regulations – and Rebecca knows that his eyebrows are scrunched together. They do that when he’s confused or worried; she noticed a few weeks after she moved into his place. She can feel his hand land on hers, and his breath is warm against her cheek where he’s leaned in close to check on her. He’s probably asking if she’s okay, asking what’s wrong, asking if she needs anything, shockingly sweet for a man suspected to be the cause of twenty-two deaths, but she can’t focus on him because right there, printed in black and white, is her mother’s name.

Monroe Mathematics Scholarship - $5,000 Given to the graduating senior who completed all the advanced mathematics courses with the highest overall four-year average and is pursuing higher education in medicine, engineering, or education. Established in 2009, this scholarship was created in loving memory of Laura Monroe and is generously donated by an anonymous alumnus. 2023 Winner: Delilah Hermann

“-ecca? Honey?” Her ears come back into play as a hand turns her face to the left. Dazed brown eyes meet worried green ones. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I’m fine.” Liar.

The green eyes narrow. “You’re lying. What’s wrong?”

“I- just… flipping through the program and seeing her name sprinkled throughout it right next to the words “graduating senior” got to me. She’s not a baby anymore. She’s going away to school, at a school that’s far away from me. And I’m going to miss her.”

Not a lie. Not the truth either.

“Oh, honey.” He wraps an arm around her shoulder, right hand absentmindedly playing with her hair. “I know, it sucks. It was hard to send all three of my sisters off to school, especially Kayla, and we’re not nearly as close as you two are. I don’t have any words to make it better, but I get it if that helps?”

“Yeah, it helps a little bit.”

“Good. Now!” He pulls her in close, pressing their cheeks together as he dramatically gestures toward the front of the auditorium. “Who exactly is that punk sitting next to my sister-in-law?”

“You don’t recognize him? That’s Travis.”

“Travis Kazansky?” She nods as she settles back into her own seat and firmly closes the program, she still felt dazed, but the weight of his arm was grounding. “Actually, where are the Kazanskys?”

“Sarah mentioned that Tom’s treatment was harder than usual the other day. I think they were planning to stay home so he can rest. Poor Travis. His senior year has been pretty rough.”

“God, he got big. What happened? Why are they sitting together?”

“Well, he went through puberty; that tends to happen to children, especially those that are 18 years old.”

He lets out a sarcastic chuckle, “You’re so funny I almost forgot how to laugh. Why are they sitting together?”

“Probably because they’re friends, Jake.”

“Friends?! How did those two become friends?”

“Delilah was his trig tutor, and they became friends… how ever kids become friends these days. TikTok or whatever. I don’t know anymore.”

“I thought she was taking calculus?”

“She did take calc, but she was a tutor for lower-level math classes this year.” A small smile forms on her face, watching the two teenagers shyly flirt with each other, surrounded by their friends.

“Jesus, you two are smart. I don’t know where you got- Look!” Jake interrupts his own muttering to aggressively point down front again. “Look at that! He put his arm around her!”

“I see that. It’s very sweet.”

He looks incredulous. “Sweet?! That’s not sweet! He’s taking advantage of her!”

“You’re being ridiculous! He puts his arm around her, that is not taking advantage of her. He is a perfectly nice boy!”

“No, he is not “a nice boy” – he’s a teenage boy! He's the starting quarterback and captain of the lacrosse team!”

“Hmm, wow, sounds familiar.”

“Exactly! I know what he’s like because that’s who I was!”

She rolls her eyes at the overprotective brother routine. “And you turned out fairly decent. I think we’ll be okay.”

“No! He’s not good enough for-”

“Jake. What he’s doing is totally harmless. He’s a good kid, and we know his parents very well. I’m not worried about it. And I’m actually glad a cute boy is flirting with Delilah. I didn’t get that, so I’m happy she’s getting to experience it.”

He freezes, looking sideways at her, noting her wistful expression as she watches the younger blonde boy play with her sister’s perfectly curled hair. “No one flirted with you in high school?”

“No, which isn’t surprising. I was a dork and so painfully shy. Besides, no one wanted to be known for being the guy that flirted with the too-smart-for-her-own-good, fat girl.” She shifts in her chair, dislodging his arm from her shoulders, uncomfortable with the vulnerability she had accidentally shown. His response is interrupted by Principal Scott attempting to start the evening, the entire audience cringing at the feedback that reverberates through the hall.

“Well, it’s nice to know some things around here never changed.”

Jake is worried about the woman in his passenger seat; she hasn’t once made fun of his music choice or criticized his bad blinker habits. She’s been staring out the window since they left the restaurant, just watching the bright lights of downtown. “You didn’t cry as much as I thought you would.”

His bad joke works, as it so frequently does with her. “Oh, like you’re so tough! I heard you sniffle when Delilah got the math scholarship.”

“How could I not be proud of her? She won seven awards, and that was the biggest one I saw listed in the program, and she won it!” His eyes go big as he defends himself.

She leans back into her seat, crossing her arms across her chest. “It is a big award, must be a pretty successful alumnus who donated it. Wonder who it is…”

“Yeah, it’s pretty cool of them, whoever they are.”

She goes to question him – fairly certain the anonymous alumni donor is him – when he makes an unexpected turn. “What are you doing?”

“Ice cream.”

Her eyes narrow, “I thought you didn’t want dessert?”

“Maybe I just wanted to have some alone time and get a lil something sweet with my something sweet.”

“You said no at the restaurant, that you were “too full” for dessert.” She points out.

“Well, I’ve since changed my mind.” He sniffs. “A man is allowed to do that.”

“Mmmhm. You’ve done that a few times tonight.”

He plays dumb. “What do you mean?”

“When Delilah mentioned that we were going to Morton’s for a celebration dinner in front of Travis, I thought you would blow a gasket. But instead, you invited him to join us; I didn’t even have to nudge you. And you didn’t complain once when you called the restaurant to adjust our reservation.”

“Anything for you, my dear.”

She starts chuckling at him. “Stop it! You are so full of shit. There was nothing! No complaining, no protesting the, the- oh, what did you call him when he put his hand on her back? Oh! No protesting the “devil child” joining our dinner? And by the way, I can’t believe you suggested that Travis drive Delilah home and then stuffed fifty bucks in his hand so they could stop and get ice cream!”

“He’s not a bad kid.”

“Oh, and what pray tell has caused this sudden change of heart, Mr. Seresin?”

“He was very polite and respectful.”

“And?” She pokes his arm, poking him harder when he mumbles something. “I’m sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you.”

“…and he called me sir without any prompting.” He backs into a spot, completely avoiding eye contact once in park.

“Oh my god.” Her chuckles turn into full-blown laughter. “You are so ridiculous.”

“You’re so mean to me.” He looks genuinely sad, pouting in the driver’s seat.

She unbuckles and leans across the console, getting in his personal space with a smile bigger than he had ever seen from her. “I thought you liked it when I’m mean to you?”

Her voice is low, sexy, even as she’s mocking him with his own words from earlier in the day. Suddenly his whole body feels hot, and he laughs to deflect, praying to any available deities that his neck isn’t turning red. “You know what?”

“What?”

“Just for that, you can pay for ice cream.” He climbs out of the car, smile growing as he listens to her protests about how she wasn’t even the one that wanted ice cream, so he should be the one to pay. She’s still making her case when they meet at the bumper, but he doesn’t respond, distracted by how she hooked her hand through his elbow without thinking. He stares at the ring adorning her fourth finger, and his heart thumps.

This is what the rest of our lives are going to be like.

She gently pinches the inside of his bicep as she presses into his side to give more room to a young family juggling a stroller and three young kids on a sugar high, wiggling her fingers at the baby propped on his mom’s hip. “Are you even listening to me?”

“Always, my dear.”

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JANINE AND EGON'S WEDDING QUESTIONS (MOVIE, NOVELIZATION AND COMICS VERSE)

@spengnitzed @bixiebeet @professorlehnsherr-almashy @angelixgutz

Imagine what music they'd have? What food? Would it be outside? What kind of theme, if any, would they have?

Jazz and jewish folk music. The ceremony would be outside in the garden, while the dinner reception, with Ashkenazi jewish food from Poland, Russia and Ukraine and the dancing party would be inside the house of their friend, Ray. The theme would be woodlands and mycology. 

Who would they invite? 

Ray (who is Egon's best man and provider of the house where the wedding is celebrated), Winston, Peter, Dana, Egon's mother, brother, sister-in-law and baby nephew, Janine's parents, sister, grandmother and maternal uncles and cousins. 

What season is it? Day or night? What colors do people wear?

Autumn, evening till night, starting at 15:00 pm. While the decoration is green and brown, the guests are left free to choose the colors of their clothes.

Is it traditional or do they do something wild?

The ceremony follows traditional jewish marriage rituals, along with including a justice of peace to assist the civil legalization and documentation of the wedding. 

Did they write their own vows? Who is the priest/priestess/minister marrying you? Or is it a family member or other platonic F/O?

They do write their own vows, taking some inspiration from literature. Janine's family rabbi and a paid justice of peace marries her and Egon. 

Are they wearing suits? Dresses? Something else entirely?

Janine wears a tea-length dress with a lace top and puffy skirt.

Egon wears a black suit and bowtie. 

What is their cake like if they have one?

Is a cake decorated with candy mushrooms and sugar leafs, topped with two snails representing the couple. 

Do they throw the bouquet for someone to catch or do they pass out one flower to everyone so they let everyone know they are worthy of love?

Janine appears like she will throw one bouquet to one person, then surprises everyone when the flowers are untied and everybody catches a flower. 

Do they have a party afterwards? What music?

A dancing party with the music of Cleo Laine, Harry Belafonte, Ofra Haza and The Parvarim. 

What is their honeymoon like? Is it a stay at home one? Do they go somewhere exciting? How long is their trip?

A three week vacation to San Diego, California.

How many kids do they have? What are their names?

Three kids: Noemi, Tobin and Batya.

NICKNAME(S): Baby Smurf, Sugar Plum.

FACECLAIM: Violet Ramis (child), Jenny Slate (adult).

BIRTH: August 25th 1984.

ZODIAC SIGN: Virgo.

SEXUALITY: Bissexual.

GENDER: Female.

ORIGIN: Forest Hills, Queens, New York City.

NATIONALITY: US American.

CHARACTERISTICS:

+ Curious, inquisitive, creative, extroverted, with a fascination for gallows humor;

+ Loves colorful clothes, cartoons and comic books;

+ Has a strong temper and rarely disguises when she has either contempt or desire to kill someone she perceives as an enemy;

WEAPON OF CHOICE:

+ P.K.E Meter

+ Proton Pack

+ Ghost Trap

OTHER PERSONAL INFO: 

+ While she inherited the academic talent of her father, she has the more outgoing and bold approach to social interactions of her mother;

+ Considers the other Ghostbusters her uncles, with Ray and Winston being her favorites;

+ Is a huge fan of the Smurfs and Asterix comics and cartoons and a cosplayer;

+ Before deciding to pursue a career in STEM and Parapsychology, for a while she considered taking religious studies to become a rabbi. While she didn't went through with that, she still became and expert in Jewish Mythology and Folklore;

+ Besides being a Ghostbuster, Noemi also teaches about the paranormal at Columbia University.

NICKNAME(S): Bean Bunny.

FACECLAIM: Anton Yelchin (child and adult).

BIRTH: June 23th 1989.

ZODIAC SIGN: Cancer.

SEXUALITY: Asexual.

GENDER: Male.

ORIGIN: Forest Hills, Queens, New York City.

NATIONALITY: US American.

CHARACTERISTICS:

+ Calm, caring, empathetic, studious, who enjoys safety and tranquility;

+ Loves cooking, gardening and drawing;

+ Is anxious and gets stuck in a place when frightened;

WEAPON OF CHOICE:

+ P.K.E Meter

+ Ghost Trap

OTHER PERSONAL INFO:

+ Has the more quiet temperament of his father, and the belief in intuition from his mother, wich is formative of his view of science mainly as an instrument of nurturing;

+ Collects mold, spores and fungus, and also enjoys botanics, specially harvesting the mushrooms, fruits and vegetables to use in dishes he cooks for his friends and family;

+ Loves the Pogo comic strips, Fraggle Rock and the Dave the Gnome cartoon;

+ Studies to become a Landscape Architect, Environmental Engineer and Manager;

+ When reluctantly involved in Ghostbusting by his older sister, he only uses the P.K.E Meter and the Ghost Trap, seeing these instruments as something to try to communicate with the ghosts and help them get shelter and defend humans from harm, but he doesn’t handle the Proton Pack because is heavy and because he sees it as a intimidating gun.

NICKNAME(S): Ladybug.

FACECLAIM: Flora Guiet (child), Alexandra Socha (adult).

BIRTH: September 29th 1991.

ZODIAC SIGN: Libra.

SEXUALITY: Biromantic and demisexual.

GENDER: Female.

ORIGIN: Forest Hills, Queens, New York City.

NATIONALITY: US American.

CHARACTERISTICS: 

+ Likes to keep things well organized to facilitate the work and everyday life of other people;

+ Physically agile;

+ In a conversation, can see connections between topics that the other person listening her would never imagine being related;

WEAPON OF CHOICE:

+Walkie-talkie

+Proton Pack

+Ghost Trap

+ Ecto Goggles

OTHER PERSONAL INFO: 

+ Inherited her mother’s taste for racquetball, and also plays tennis;

+ Loves RPG, be they tabletop or video games, eventually getting a Masters Degree in Game Theory and Game Design;

+ Is fascinated with prehistoric animals, studying History, Biology, Zoology, Archeology and Paleontology, the area where she intends to become a Doctor;

+ Also enjoys photography;

+ Is a mix between a Explorer Historian, whose greatest pleasure is delving into the new world that they are exploring in search of knowledge as the greatest reward, and a Socializer Strategist, happy to collaborate in order to achieve bigger and better things than she could on her own, while having no problems assuming leadership if it means keeping the group safe and sound when the situation becomes especially dangerous.

Where do they live?

In an old two storey boarding house in Forest Hills, Queens, chosen because it looked similar to a drawing that Janine made in her childhood of her dream house, which should be old and covered with vines like the house that served as Madeline's boarding school. 

#tumblr mutuals #fandom musings #ghostbusters 1984 #egon spengler #janine melnitz #harold ramis #annie potts #janegon #spengnitz #egonine

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# 𝐁 𝐄 𝟒 𝐓 𝐃 𝐎 𝐖 𝐍. a highly private and selective original fandomless musician based character. this blog will contain sensitive and triggering content —— follow at your own discretion. minors and personal blogs: do not interact. this is a sideblog , follows back from / rules can be found at @daevilhorns. under major construction: basic information is below the cut. ᴱˢᵀᴬᴮᴸᴵˢᴴᴱᴰ ⁰⁶ / ⁰¹ / ²⁰²³ ﹙ 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗣𝗘𝗗 𝗕𝗬 ﹚ 𝑎𝑙𝑦𝑠𝑠𝑎. ˢʰᵉ  /  ʰᵉʳ ,   ²⁵

brief stats.

name: victor ángel hernández.

nicknames: vic , ángel / angel.

sex: cismale. ( he / him )

ethnicity: hispanic.

birthdate: june 19 , 1997.

age: mid - twenties.

place of birth: san diego , california.

languages spoken: english , spanish.

orientation: bisexual / biromantic.

religion: raised roman catholic. considers himself agnostic.

parents: elizabeth "betty" maria hernández ( mother , alive. ) luis victor hernández ( father , estranged. presumed alive. )

siblings: katherine "katie" sofía hernández ( younger sister , alive. )

occupation: founder and vocalist for hardcore / metalcore band betty beatdown. self employed mechanic.

criminal record: disorderly conduct , simple assault , aggravated assault , assaulting a police officer , resisting arrest.

hair: dark brown , almost black. reaches shoulders in length. typically cut and styled into a mullet.

eyes: dark brown.

height: six foot two inches.

weight: two hundred lbs.

piercings: both ears pierced.

tattoos: full sleeves cover both arms from shoulders to fingers. both calves. a small (idk what yet) on his upper cheek beneath his left eye.

other: various scars , including an obvious slit in his right eyebrow. his nose has been broken twice.

important notes.

seventeen year old elizabeth married eighteen year old luis in a shotgun wedding wearing a white dress that was noticeably too tight and almost didn't fit. the unprepared teen parents welcomed their newborn son on a scorching hot summer day four and a half months later. victor , given his father's middle name , arrived on his expected due date and born healthy after 14 hours of labor. his sister would follow two years later.

( alexa play daddy issues. ) luis was an abusive piece of shit and betty left him with her children in clutch when vic was nine. she struggled as a single mom but with the help of her parents , they managed to get by. luis' parents sided with their daughter-in-law and were also prominent figures in the lives of their grandchildren.

vic began picking up petty jobs wherever he could as a young teen in order to financially help his mom. the role of " the man of the house " was one he took seriously and he couldn't stand to see his mother struggling. he took an interest in cars and upon helping out at a nearby repair shop , he realized he had a knack for them.

something something where do you put the anger something something. the boy is full of rage and struggled to find where to put it. so he got into a lot of fights in school , and now takes it out in his lyrics or on stage or in the pit. but it still isn't something he's managed to fully master and has caught a few charges for mainly , you guessed it , assault.

most of his arrests have been for public fighting and disorderly conduct misdemeanors that resulted in a fine , or spending the night in jail. but one particular fight when he was twenty two resulted in an aggravated assault charge , as well as resisting arrest and assaulting a police officer. he served eighteen months in prison.

betty beatdown is an american hardcore / metalcore band from san diego , california. it was formed in 2014 and founded by vic. the band makes great use of heavy , slow breakdowns , heavily downtuned guitars , and raspy vocals. their lyrical content often focuses on human rights , mental illness , religion , relationships , and violence against women.

the name is an homage to his mother , and while it may sound morbid and insulting ( as she had originally took it ) , it's his way of calling her a badass. a way to immortalize the fact that she came out on top after all the shit she's been through. if it isn't obvious , he's a mama's boy. and being raised predominantly around and by women , the struggles he's seen them and know so many other go through , is why it's a very large theme in his music.

PSD. PLAYLIST.

#𝐃̲𝐎̲ 𝐍̲𝐎̲𝐓̲ 𝐑̲𝐄̲𝐁̲𝐋̲𝐎̲𝐆̲.

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i need the girlies to help me out

im going to my cousin's wedding in June in San Diego and i need to know if my outfit is appropriate enough?? ive bought a black longsleeve turtleneck knit dress similar to this pic but with a slit and a black fabric belt around the waist (i think they said semi formal??)

#im concerned black isnt an appropriate color for a wedding guest?? #helpppp #fashion help #wedding guest dresses

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San Diego Weddings - Spring is a Perfect Time For Your Wedding

Spring is prime time for nuptials especially in San Diego.  Between the warmer weather and beautiful blooms, it’s easy to see why 21 percent of to-be-weds choose to have a gorgeous spring fling.  Planning a San Diego wedding from March through May can reap some financial benefits.   You can find some great deals on travel rates during the low seasons in comparison to the peak summer season. While there can be a few setbacks when planning a spring wedding (like competing with prom-goers and spring breakers for transportation or hotel blocks), if you plan accordingly, your wedding day and guests will love San Diego in the spring.

But keep in mind during the months of May and June, overcast days occur often, so much so that San Diego locals designate the months as “May Gray” and “June Gloom.”  If you plan your wedding in one of the inland communities, which is about 10 miles from the beach cities, by mid-day the sun will be shinning and temperatures will be between 65⁰-72⁰.  And when it comes to rain; during the spring months there is less than 1% to have sprinkles.  But play it safe, know what weather is forecasted for your wedding day, make sure to give your out-of-town guests whatever wardrobe tips they need to be prepared.

If you do decide to marry in the spring, San Diego can be a great location to consider.

Ranch Events can help you choose the perfect venue for your spring wedding.  Let the professionals help you with the designing and coordinating your marriage day; a day you will cherish and always remember.  We are waiting for your call.

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Los Angeles, CA -- Jessica Pratt will be releasing her new album Here In The Pitch on May 3 via Mexican Summer. Earlier this week, she released the second single titled "World On A String," along with a music video directed by Kate Bollinger. The soft track spans just about 3 minutes long and its vintage pop sheen will have you in a sun-filled daze. From Pratt's lower register to the glittery hooks, "World On A String" is filled with possibilities and a child-like wonder for life. There's a hypnotic lull to the track that'll have you in mesmerized sway.

“On this track I was influenced by the swaying, naive brilliance of 'lost' teenage garage rock bands, as well as enduring loves like The Nazz and Guided By Voices,” Pratt says. "Record the song moments after you've learned it on an instrument you've just picked up. Oftentimes, that's all you need.” 

Jessica Pratt Tour Dates: Fri. May 31 - Barcelona, ES @ Primavera Sound Sun. June 2 - Paris, FR @ L’Alhambra * Mon. June 3 - Brussels, BE @ AB Theater * Tue. June 4 – Amsterdam, NL @ Zonnehuis * Thu. June 6 – London, UK @ Union Chapel * [SOLD OUT] Fri. June 7 – London, UK @ Earth Theatre ~ Tue. June 18 - San Diego, CA @ Lou Lous % Thu. June 20 - Los Angeles, CA @ Teragram Ballroom % [SOLD OUT] Fri. June 21 - Pioneertown, CA @ Pappy + Harriet’s (Outside) % Sat. June 22 - San Francisco, CA @ Bimbo’s 365 Club % [SOLD OUT] Tue. June 25 - Vancouver, BC @ Biltmore Cabaret % Wed. June 26 - Seattle, WA @ Neumos % Thu. June 27 - Portland, OR @ Wonder Ballroom % Sat. June 29 - Sonoma, CA @ Gundlach Bundschu % Thu. July 18 - Minneapolis, MN @ Fine Line ^ Fri. July 19 - Madison, WI @ Majestic Theatre ^ Sun. July 21 - Chicago, IL @ Pitchfork Music Festival Mon. July 22 - Cleveland, OH @ The Roxy ^ Wed. July 24 - New York, NY @ Bowery Ballroom ^ [SOLD OUT] Thu. July 25 - New York, NY @ Bowery Ballroom # [SOLD OUT] Fri. July 26 - Philadelphia, PA @ World Cafe Live # Sat. July 27 - Cambridge, MA @ The Sinclair # Mon. July 29 - Washington, DC @ The Howard Theatre # Tue. July 30 - Saxapahaw, NC @ Haw River Ballroom # Fri. Aug. 2 - Nashville, TN @ Basement East # Sat. Aug. 3 - Atlanta, GA @ Terminal West # * = with Joanna Sternberg ~ = with Astrid Sonne % =  with Tony Molina ^ = with June McDoom  # = with @

Connect with Jessica Pratt:

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#jessica pratt #here in the pitch #mexican summer #los angeles #Youtube

[n0resistance]

Winter

     I always hated winter. My mom hated winter. We get sick in the winter and are anemic so we’re always cold, and get the flu easily. And for when she was a live and what I do for a living, the amount of money you make drops in the winter. When I turned 9 my mother would go to the Philippines every winter. She was in real estate so her business was slow and she wanted to get out of the cold. She said her cough would go away as long as it was warm. 

   When I was little I used to always say that the only good thing about winter was skiing, and then when I turned 14 I would say the only good thing was snowboarding. There's ice skating, hot chocolate, Christmas, and snow tubing. We had a vacation home in the Poconos and utilized it for skiing trips.    

    Finally in 2017 I escaped winter moving to La in the thick of winter in January. Then after 3 winters in a row living in LA, I missed the seasons. I actually missed the cold, maybe a day with it. I was so tired of the day being beautiful everyday. Who would've thought, but the desert got to be too much. When I was living in LA I would hide out in "bourgeois pig", the darkest coffee shop in Hollywood. Just to escape all that light.  

    When I moved back to New York, I thought Oh brother winter is coming, and my first winter in New York was the Pandemic. So it was brutal. We atleast made money with the covid-relief while hospitality workers weren't able to work.

  I remember in February 2020, right before the shutdown, I went to LA with sorority sisters and my ex, and I got to see everyone I had left in 2019, so my trip was exhausting. However, the amount we were working, the small apartments in Brooklyn, and just being super stuck in the city in the freezing cold.

 I really wanted to leave and we organized a trip. Then when we got back, bam, the pandemic hit.   

    Everything in life really fell apart. It took a lot of energy to put it back together. The following winter February 2021 I went to Dominican Republic with friends. Then the following winter December 2021 I went to DR for a wedding, and it was a week long, but when I got back the winter deadness, depression, lack of money and lack of work really hit, stuck in my small apartment feeling the winter blues would happen and I just had to go to therapy. 

   I didn't have the money to leave the country or to flee to the west coast, but I had insurance that covered this so I talked through my winter blues. Which were actually decades and decades of blues. So I talked to her for a good 6 months and was like you know what, I never want to feel the winter blues like I did last time I'm going to leave for the whole winter. 

    Now, it wasn't the whole winter because that is really really difficult. I planned all summer to take this amazing trip. To LA North Hollywood --> Manila Philippines-->Siargao P.I-->Sydney Au -->layover in Hawaii--> LA ktown --> Palm Springs--> San Diego --> Home. December 24- February 15. 7 weeks. I really started buying tickets in June. It was enough time to plan a perfect trip and transition out of my old life into the new. 

   The best part is I stayed with people everywhere I went because I have family and close friends in these parts of the world. My acting friend who has a family, my brother, and entire mom's side of the family, plus doing adventures like surfing and swimming in Siargao, seeing a friend I knew since kindergarten in his new home in Sydney and getting to go to his amazing birthday party, and going to beaches like Manly Beach or Bondi Beach, (where when you go under water you feel like a marine biologist) and in ktown I stayed with my old roommate, where we felt like roommates again, and in Palm Springs I actually did a Bachelorette party for my friend, and saw cousins & An Aunt I haven't seen in forever which was really nice, and finally seeing my close friend who now lives in San Diego and my best friend who also lives there. So I was busy, not working!, and connecting, importantly enough I was connecting to myself and I got rid of those winter blues. 

    It wasn't easy, It was a reset, had to find a new job and that was a blessing, I was away from my boyfriend whom I missed terribly and he had a hard time in the winter, and I needed to travel to self-soothe because I didn't like where I was stuck in life. I wasn't happy with work, or my habits, or myself. Travel allowed me to just stop and just live, and the weeks go fast, but then you realize in 1 work day all the cool things you can accomplish. 

     Anyway this post isn't about my amazing winter in the Philippines. It's about the past winter that is just ending right now. 

    I changed my high stress, high paid, dead winter job and got a couple chill jobs. I finally moved out of Bushwick, a highly congested area with small apartments that are falling apart, even if they look modern, for our own apartment that's spacious in Queens. Dom and I think,  how did take us so long to move to Queens. This winter I quit drinking. Not the whole winter but I did it for 2 straight months and it did feel amazing. Your sugar intake does increase. I didn't like who I was and I also could not afford drinking in NYC anymore. I could not. 

    So I filled my time with yoga, kickboxing, aerial yoga, good dinners, shows, and learning languages. I would discover museums The Met, Picking up dog sits, like we did on Christmas. I love checking out galleries too. Another thing is this winter, this year, my boyfriend works a lot, and when he finally has days off and we finally get to spend time together; it’s quality time together. No stress, no running around, not a million people. just us and just us only. 

     When you're in your 30's and you have friends that are married who are starting their families. When you’re at a stage where you finally don’t have roommates, no kids, you don't even have a dog, so you get plants and a fish. Priorities shift. I like being home, I wana see my family or my boyfriend, you stop prioritizing your friends, and start prioritizing jobs you enjoy and focus on healthy hobbies like yoga. I wana read. I realized the beauty of New York in the winter is this. No lines, not many people, you can take a class on anything, try Groupon, you discover so many shows, eating out you can get in and out easy. This time I didn’t leave for 7 weeks just left for 1 week. San Diego, LA, and Phoenix. To be honest it was a great trip because I realized LA isn’t the vibe for me anymore. I really enjoyed Phoenix, Arizona. I want intimate nights at home, hiking, nature, good food, and good vibes. My 20’s are really over. My head and my heart tell me that. 

   I’m glad to know when you’re busy with the right stuff and in the right situation. Winter isn’t that bad. I also figured out my chronic sickness was because I hated my job. Life is way too short for that. The drinking was also from high stress. It really will come down to taking care of yourself and your needs. Then you can survive winter. You can probably survive anything.

[psychologyofhaylor]

Harry's 2013 timeline

Jan 6 - Harry arrived back in London from the British Virgin Islands trip; rehearsals

Jan 8 - rehearsals (all rehearsals take place in the UK)

Jan 9 - rehearsals; pics of Harry at private dinner event in London

Jan 10 - rehearsals (Taylor performs at Grammys in LA - throws shade at Harry)

Jan 11 - rehearsals; on the radio show, Nick Grimshaw calls Taylor "very animated and annoying at the Grammys last night"

Jan 13 - 1D flew to Ghana to do charity work; film for Red Nose Day and "One Way or Another (Teenage Kicks)" video

Jan 16 - 1D arrive in Japan (Jan 16-19 press/interviews)

Jan 19 - 1D performance at Japan Wonderland

Jan 20 - 1D arrive back in London

Jan 22 - pictures of Harry in London

Jan 23 - pics of Harry in London; pics of Harry, Liam, Louis, & Niall at Arsenal game 

Jan 24 - 1D pre-record interview with 'This Morning'; 1D photoshoot

Jan 26 - 1D attend NRJ awards in France (Taylor also attends)

Jan 27 - pics of Harry at Glasgow airport; Harry visiting his friend Ellis, lots of fan pics

Jan 28 - pictures of Harry at Heathrow airport

Jan 29 - fan pictures with Harry in London

Jan 30 - pictures of Harry arriving at tour rehearsal

Jan 31 - rehearsals; pics of Harry & Louis playing football with 5SOS

Feb 1 - Nick Grimshaw throws 19th birthday party for Harry in London

Feb 2 - rehearsals - pictures from this day posted on Feb 4

Feb 5 - rehearsals and meetings

Feb 7 - fan pictures with Harry at Hurts concert in London

Feb 8 - pictures of Harry shopping in London

Feb 9 - rehearsals; fan pics with Harry

Feb 11 - rehearsals; Liam tweets rehearsals are going good

Feb 13 - rehearsals; pictures of Harry outside a studio in Yorkshire

Feb 14 - rehearsals; pictures of Harry with Jonny Harvey and other friends & fans at Leeds uni party

Feb 15 - pics of Harry outside a studio in Yorkshire; pics of Harry at a birthday party in Manchester

Feb 16 - last days of rehearsals in Yorkshire and head back to London; pics of Harry either in Yorkshire or London

Feb 17 - pics of Harry at an afterparty for London Fashion Week

Feb 18 - rehearsals for Brits; pics of Harry at pre-Brits Muse show

Feb 19 - pics of Harry with Nick Grimshaw, Rita Ora, & Cara Delavigne at Brits pre-show party

Feb 20 - 1D perform at Brit Awards (Taylor also performs & disses Harry in an interview)

Feb 21 - Harry & Nick go straight to BBC radio after staying up all night at Brit after parties; Harry is on the morning show with Nick

Feb 22 - last day of TMH rehearsals

Feb 23 - Take Me Home tour starts in London - goes through Nov 3

Feb 23 - April 20 - tour in England, Scotland, Wales and Ireland

April 23 - Harry arrives in LA during a week break from tour

April 24 - Harry with Cal at a party in LA

April 25 - pics of Harry at dinner with Rod Stewart, his wife, and daughter Kimberly

April 26 - Harry at dinner with Cal & others at Nobu, then clubbing in West Hollywood

April 27 - Harry flies to France for tour to resume in Paris (Taylor is on tour in Tampa, Cleveland, Indianapolis & Lexington during Harry's time in LA) 

April 29 through May 26 - rest of European leg of tour

May 27 - boys arrive back in London

May 28 - Harry hanging out with Gemma, Lou T & Tom

June 1 - wedding of Harry's mom & Robin Twist

June 4 - Harry hanging out with Tom Adkins in London

June 6 - 1D perfume launch in London

June 7 - 1D fly to Mexico

June 8 - Aug 10 - North American leg of tour 

Aug 11 - Teen Choice Awards (Both Harry & Taylor attend); Harry has dinner with Ed Sheeran

Aug 13 - Harry spotted in Malibu

Aug 15 - Harry spotted in Beverly Hills (Taylor has concert in San Diego on the 15th, LA concerts 19th - 24th) 

Aug 17 - pics of Harry at LAX

Aug 18 - pics of Harry in London

Aug 19 through 22 - "This is Us" premiere and promo in London

Aug 23 - 1D on the "Today" show in NYC

Aug 24 - 1D doing interviews/promo on NYC

Aug 25 - VMA's in NYC (both Harry & Taylor attend) (Taylor throws shade at Harry again)

Aug 26 - "This is Us" premiere in NYC 

Aug 27 - pictures of the1D boys at the airport

Aug 28 - pictures of Harry in London

Aug 29 - 1D filming something

Sep 1 & 2 - Harry in Holmes Chapel

Sept 3 - pictures of Harry at the airport 

Sept 3 through Sept 11 - Harry in LA (pics with Cal Aurand and the Gerber family) (Taylor is traveling outside California on tour at this time)

Sept 12 - pics of Harry in London

Sept 14 through 17 - pics of Harry during London Fashion Week

Sept 18 through 20 - fan pics with Harry in the LA area (Taylor is on tour in Nashville)

Sept 20 - pics of Harry at LAX heading to Australia

Sept 23 through Oct 30 - Australian leg of the tour

Nov 2 and Nov 3 - Asian leg of the tour (Japan)

Nov 4th - boys arrive in London

Nov 5th - Harry out in London

Nov 6th - Harry out in London 

Nov 8th - Harry shopping in London

Nov 9th - Harry out shopping with Nick in London; at Alexa Chung’s birthday party in the evening

Nov 10th - Harry out in London for Aimee Phillips’ birthday

Nov 11th - pics of Harry jogging in London in the morning

Nov 12th - pics of Harry shopping in London

Nov 13th - pics of Harry in Sheffield for Gemma’s graduation

Nov 15th - boys film Jonathan Ross and BBC’s Children In Need

Nov 16th - Harry has lunch with a fan for her birthday; boys have a photoshoot in the evening

Nov 17th - boys film their X Factor UK appearance

Nov 18th - boys have a photoshoot; book signing for WWA 

Nov 19th - boys fly to LA

Nov 20th - boys film their X Factor US appearance; pics of Harry out to dinner with Kendall Jenner

Nov 21st - Boys film an ad for Macy’s; pics of Harry in Malibu with Johnny McDaid from Snow Patrol

Nov 22nd - Boys record album release party for iheartradio, then rehearsal for the AMAs

Nov 23rd - 1D Day

Nov 24th - AMAs (both Harry & Taylor attend); Harry flies to NYC

Nov 25th - pics of Harry shopping in NYC 

Nov 26th - boys perform on GMA early in the morning, then leave for London

Nov 27th - boys arrive in London; pics of Harry out shopping in Camden; Harry, Gemma and Niall at 5SOS concert

Nov 28th - pics of Harry in London

Nov 30th - pics of Harry in London; pics of Harry at a bachelorette party with Nick (wearing wigs)

Dec 1 - pics of Harry at premiere of The Class of 92 in London

Dec 2 - pics of Harry at British Fashion Awards

Dec 3 - pics of 1D boys at JFK airport

Dec 4 through 7 - SNL rehearsals

Dec 4 - picture of Harry having dinner with Zach Braff

Dec 6 - pictures of Harry at Kendall's hotel

Dec 7 - SNL Live

Dec 8 - pics of Harry at Heathrow airport

Dec 10 - 1D are in Madrid, Spain doing interviews

Dec 12 - 1D are in Milan, Italy doing interviews / 1D perform on the X Factor Italy

Dec 13 - pics of Harry shopping in London

Dec 14 - 1D perform at NRJ Awards in France / pics of Harry entering Kendall's hotel in London late that night (early hours Dec 15)

Dec 18 - 1D filming music video for "Midnight Memories" in London

Dec 20 - 1D filming performance for Japanese television; picture of Harry at Jack Whitehall's Christmas party

Dec 21 - 1D filming video for "Midnight Memories" on the Thames in London

Dec 24 - Harry at local pub with his friends

Dec 25 - Harry spends Christmas with family in Holmes Chapel

Taylor was in the United States for the majority of Jan & Feb - attending award shows, writing songs, rehearsing for her Red tour)

Taylor was on her Red tour from March 13 - Sept 21 in North America. She was in the movie "The Giver" which was filmed Oct 7 - Feb 13 in South Africa. I don't know the exact dates she was filming, but she was in South Africa during some of Oct/Nov. She was in Australia from Nov 30 - Dec 14 on tour.

Harry was dating, or at least hanging out with Kendall Jenner from end of Nov 2013 through Jan 2014.

Taylor was in London & Berlin Feb 1 - Feb 11, 2014 on tour. After looking for a place in January, Taylor moved to New York City in March 2014 and spent most of the year living there.

1989 was released Oct 27, 2014. Taylor was doing lots of promo, interviews and TV appearances that fall.

One Direction were on their Where We Are Tour from April - Oct 2014. Harry dated Nadine Leopold from Nov or Dec 2014 until One Direction left for their OTRA tour in the beginning of February 2015.

Where and when is all this "Haylor" hooking up taking place?

#2013 timeline #Haylor timeline

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J.M. Haddad Const. Co. (Photo taken by Tim Aarons in Balboa Park, San Diego, CA).

J. M. Haddad Construction Company, Inc. incorporated on July 11, 1969 and now has a suspended status since 1977. The registered address was 2904 Adams Ave., San Diego, CA 92116. (opencorporates.com.)

Haddad's bid for the North Park Park and Recreation Center and Additive Alternate I was accepted by the Council of the City of San Diego with Resolution No. 192970 on February 27, 1968.

J. M. was Joseph. He died at age 73 on June 8, 2000 at his home, having been located at Cromwell Place in San Diego, CA. He was buried at the Holy Cross Cemetery in San Diego (Find a Grave). He was born December 8, 1926 in Pittsfield, Massachusetts. His parents were Edward A. and Sarah Broheen Haddad. He had operated Haddad's Market in Bennington, Vermont. I guess he ended up in Cuba mid-century, unless this was an early destination wedding, as he married Victoria Abraham there in 1950. Additionally, he was a musician and past president of the American Lebanese Society. ("Joseph M. Haddad," Bennington Banner, Bennington, Vermont, January 13, 2000, pg. 4. Newspapers.com.)

[theatlaswire]

The Atlas Wire

Premiere Edition — June/July 2023

Dexter Harris of MMM just became a grandfather for the first time. Welcome Ka’harri, born June 5, 2023.

Doug Samuel just bought his first house. He says “This place is amazing, part of Ottawa but with such a huge back yard it feels like its in the country.” It’s a 300m (900ft) walk to the green belt from where he can trail run or cross country ski all day and still not get to the end of it. “I Already met one of the neighbors, and they're great. I take possession July 4th, even though I'm Canadian.” we say… LOL, and kudos.

Bruce MacDonald of M’ort just celebrated his 20th wedding anniversary. How did he do it?

Bruce Wechsler of Full On just celebrated his 30th wedding anniversary, will miracles never cease?

Erfan Ahmadi of MMM recently had his very first child, a son he named Atlas. That kind of allegiance could be misconstrued, best to find out from him — why did he have to drink so much kool-aid?

The Mature Masculine Workshop

Sat June 24, 9a to 4p Pacific, in San Diego in person, and on zoom

A New MDI Training For An Ancient Paradigm. A 1-day experiential event facilitated by International MDI Leaders Jim Ellis and Dylan Stewart.

https://secure.mdiconnect.org/np/clients/mdimen/event.jsp?forwardedFromSecureDomain=1&event=233

Be introduced to 20 qualities of a mature masculine man

Participants choose the top mature masculine qualities in which they wish to do a deep dive

Experience a fun and engaging workshop for men ready to go to the next level

Recognize the qualities that support your life to be a success on all levels

Fortify your relationships to make them the best they can be

Discover the power to reach excellence as a man

Unveil a higher purpose that uplifts you and those you influence

Realize the superior you along the way

Enjoy a complimentary lunch

The Next Legacy Discover Weekend is

August 18 19 20, 2023 in Mendocino, California at Mendocino Woodland Camp

LINK: https://www.mentordiscoverinspire.org/courses/legacy-discovery/#events

2.5-Day Life-Changing Weekend Experience

Discover Your Purpose

Create The Man Your Legacy

Discover a life-changing weekend designed to connect you with your masculine identity, life purpose and personal power to create a legacy you’ve always wanted.

Legacy Discovery is a powerful journey that celebrates the strength, wisdom, insight, and purpose you carry through this world as a man. It is an exploration of the collective wisdom of men that includes your own unique and valuable wisdom. It is a voyage that leads you to a deep understanding of the man you are today, and awakens the power within you to create the man your legacy demands.

What You’ll Walk Away With From This Experience

A powerful way of being based on mature masculinity.

How to deepen your connection with men.

How wisdom from a circle of men can bring you more success.

A life purpose that will make a difference.

What you are truly committed to in life.

Your true relationship to money and how that affects your life.

How to communicate more effectively and powerfully.

How to create more trusting relationships.

The real relationship you have with your father.

The role that sex and intimacy play in your life.

How to face yourself, as you truly are and embrace responsibility for your actions.

How excellence as a way of being, can replace the fear of perfection.

LINK: https://www.mentordiscoverinspire.org/courses/legacy-discovery/#events

Do you have something for the next The Atlas Wire?

If you have notable personal announcements for The Atlas Wire, share via your team S1, or directly, and get them to your Atlas S1 Joseph Burgess via [email protected].

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June 10th - June 18th 2023

June 10th:

Travel day. I went for a walk and a run. I quickly got packed. I had a 1:30 flight. I arrived in Seattle around 7 PM and got to the hotel around 7:45. Got ready and went out. I stopped by Pacific Inn Pub and got dinner. After I checked some place out in Seattle. it was a good first night. 

June 11th:

I woke up and went for a run. I immediately got ready and went to Tai Tung. It was Bruce Lee’s restaurant that he frequented quite a bit. After I came back to the hotel and met some teammates. Got dinner with them and headed to bed. A long week of testing lies ahead. 

June 12th:

Went for a run in the morning. Took a cold shower. Testing day number 1. After a long day I met up a with an old friend. We got couple beers and had dinner. We caught up for a while. He had to work early. I met up with coworkers for a drink. 

June 13th:

Went for another run. Took another cold shower. Testing day number 2. Same deal as yesterday. Got dinner and went to a roof top bar. 

June 14th:

Another run. Another cold shower. Testing day number 3. Got dinner with the coworkers. Got drinks with a couple co workers. Turns out at least 2 of them are frustrated with the state of political affairs. 

June 15th:

Woke up went to the gym. Testing day number 4. After we all went to a Persian restaurant that I found out through Anthony Bourdain. After dinner I checked out some socials. Came back around midnight. 

June 16th:

Woke up. Packed. Went to North Star diner. Had early lunch. Headed to the airport. Landed in SD around 6:45. The wife cooked dinner. We watched some TV. We went to bed.

June 17th:

Woke up to get ready to leave for my friend’s wedding. Dropped the dog off and off to Anaheim. We got into our hotel by 3 PM. The traffic from San Diego was pretty heavy. We got to the venue by 4. The ceremony was nice. The dinner was great. It was great seeing all my college buddies. We caught up and hung out. After the wedding the wife and I headed to another bar and just chatted. 

June 18th:

Woke up late. We slowly got ready and drove up to Torrance. It’s Father’s Day. We got lunch with my parents. Spent some time with them. Drove down back to SD. Picked up our dog. Took him for a long walk. Cooked dinner and now it’s back to reality. 

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Halfway

As of yesterday, I am officially halfway through this residency year.

It’s a very humbling experience. Some days I’ll look back and see how far I’ve come. Especially now that I’m in the acute care setting. But other days, I’ll be slammed with complex patients and feel like I’m way in over my head. And maybe that’s the point of this whole thing? To be uncomfortable, and challenged, and have mentors to navigate through it all? It’s precisely why I chose to go to a residency in the first place. Why I took the pay cut, moved across the country, and endure the ever revolving door of stress that I find myself in week by week.

I’ve told myself that I just need to make it to June. Not that it’ll be substantially easier then either. But moreso that at that point, I’ll be back to wearing just one hat: my outpatient PT hat. 

In the months to come (i.e. April and May), I’ll still be teaching, still be carrying out my QIP project, still attending LEND. All while prepping for a wedding and an EPTX reunion. These will probably be the 2 hardest months of this residency (and specifically the next 5 weeks), and I pray that I can find some rest, joy, and adventure along the way.

Since October, I did go back home for Mark and Anvy’s engagement ceremony. Travelled to Chicago for New Years. And presented at the APTA conference in San Diego! I even got a job offer as an adjunct faculty member at Tufts University - Seattle.

It’s a busy season. But overall, validating in knowing that I am exactly where and when I’m meant to be. 

So here’s to turning 29 this week. And praise to God for walking alongside me on this journey.

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How Much Money Do Damon Welch Have In 2023?

An American actor for both film and television, Damon James Welch. His work on Raquel's Complete Beauty and Fitness (1984), Biography (1987), and Intimate Portrait are well known (1990). The age of Damon Welch is 59. He was born in San Diego, California, USA, on November 6, 1959. Raquel Welch, an American actress, and singer, is Welch's mother. His father is a writer by the name of James Welch. His eldest sister, Tahnee Welch, is a model and actress. Hurry up and get the scoop on Damon Welch's net worth! Time's ticking, don't miss out!

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Welch's varied portfolio was successful. Welch had a net worth of almost $40 million at the time of her passing. Welch was more than just a sex icon; perhaps her greatest legacy is that she was one clever cookie. Check Out: - Jessica Lowndes Net Worth: Is Collaborate On GAC Family Someday At Christmas? - Jim Sinegal Net Worth: Why A Costco Brand Almost Had A Whole Different Name?

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Raquel Welch, 82, passed away today. Welch "died away quietly early morning following a brief illness," according to her manager Steve Sauer, who confirmed the tragedy people. The actress dies leaving behind two children in addition to a legacy in beauty, cinema, and television. She gave birth to Damon Welch and Latanne "Tahnee" Welch during her marriage to James Welch, her high school sweetheart. Even though James and the actress separated in 1972, she has occasionally been spotted out with her kids throughout the years. Here is all there is to know about Welch's kids. Damon wed Rebecca Trueman, a cricketer for England and the daughter of Fred Trueman, in June 1991, Welch chose a low-cut black dress for the wedding, and several media outlets reported that Damon and Rebecca were at odds with Welch over the attire decision at the time: https://twitter.com/BeingBoycie/status/1625982088821325825 Damon Welch: On November 6, 1959, Welch and her then-husband James Welch received their first child, a son they called Damon Welch. Damon appeared with his mother on various occasions over the years. Damon accompanied his mother to the 46th Academy Awards in April 1974, where Welch presented. This was one of Damon's earliest public performances. He went with her to a lot of additional award ceremonies and premieres, such as the Crocodile Dundee 2 Hollywood premiere in 1988 and the 39th Annual Emmy Awards in September 1987 (seen above). Latanne "Tahnee" Welch: on December 26, 1961. Welch had her first child at the same time that her career was beginning to take off. With breakthrough performances in 1966's Fantastic Voyage and One Million Years B.C., Welch made her film debut in the middle of the 1960s. Welch revealed in a prior interview with Oprah Winfrey how her early profession hurt her family. "I couldn't always be with my children when I wanted to be because I'm running around the world and being Miss Sex Symbol and having this big job in cinema and everything," she added. I eventually realized that this was having an impact on my children, and it used to make me very sad.

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What Ethnicity Is Raquel Welch? Welch was born Jo-Raquel Tejada in Chicago, Illinois to a Bolivian father and an American mother. How Old Is Damon Welch? 63 years (November 6, 1959) Who Is Raquel Welch Survived By? She is survived by her son Damon James Welch and daughter Tahnee Welch. Why Does Raquel Welch Wig? Raquel Welch famously said in her 2010 autobiography Raquel: Beyond the Cleavage “with the aid of a wig, I have more versatility in my life, and so can you!” And versatility is the key here as one of her wigs can give you as much freedom as if your salon-inspired tresses sprung naturally from your head! Stay up-to-date on what's happening by checking out The Active News for the freshest news! Read the full article

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Spring is prime time for nuptials especially in San Diego.  Between the warmer weather and beautiful blooms, it’s easy to see why 21 percent of to-be-weds choose to have a gorgeous spring fling.  Planning a San Diego wedding from March through May can reap some financial benefits.   You can find some great deals on travel rates during the low seasons in comparison to the peak summer season. While there can be a few setbacks when planning a spring wedding (like competing with prom-goers and spring breakers for transportation or hotel blocks), if you plan accordingly, your wedding day and guests will love San Diego in the spring.

But you must keep in mind during the months of May and June, overcast days occur often, so much so that San Diego locals designate the months as “May Gray” and “June Gloom.”  If you plan your wedding in one of the inland communities, which is about 10 miles from the beach cities, by mid-day the sun will be shinning and temperatures will be between 65⁰-72⁰.  And when it comes to rain; during the spring months there is less than 1% to have sprinkles.  But play it safe, know what weather is forecasted for your wedding day, make sure to give your out-of-town guests whatever wardrobe tips they need to be prepared you do decide to marry in the spring, San Diego can be a great location to consider.

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