#for drivers ed. i get to just watch a movie in english. i have a dnd session to go to. and it'll be the weekend. joy all around

[chimaerra]

gaysssss only 24 hours til i get to experience joy again

#and then it'll be like another 24 hours after that for TRUE JOY #but whatever whatever #i get too many spirits tmrw night and ill finally be done w actually caring about apush #but friday. friday's the real deal. ive got two tests but i dont need to study much for them. its the last day i gotta drive #for drivers ed. i get to just watch a movie in english. i have a dnd session to go to. and it'll be the weekend. joy all around #ntxt

[carryonsimoncarryonbaz]

NEW FIC!!!

Written for the Carry On Quarantine event organized by @xivz​ for the prompt of food delivery. My thanks to @fight-surrender​ and @basic-banshee​ for the beta reads and support!!

Baz is a teacher quarantined at home and Simon is doing temp work delivering food for The Girl and the Goat, a local pub. A craving for a burger leads to Baz ordering from the pub, followed by weeks of mutual pining, the slow burn of a developing relationship thwarted by the physical constraints of social distancing, and a refrigerator full of pub food. Movie nights, exasperated friends, lots of texts, way too much food, and multiple awkward encounters. 

Let My Love Open the Door

Baz

I close my laptop and drop my head down onto it. I’m knackered. The metal feels cool against my forehead. I roll my face from side to side, relishing the smooth chill of it against my cheeks. And then I remember.

Fuck, now I have to disinfect the damn thing.

I’m done. Done for the day but also so done with this.

How can I be expected to effectively teach students—Sixth Form students at that—from a computer terminal? I’m almost three weeks into this, but their looming A Levels and GSCE’s are still on schedule for May.

That’s less than two months away. Five weeks and three days, to be exact.

Thank fuck it’s Friday. I’ll at least have two days to prepare next week’s frightfully inadequate lesson plan.

I grab a disinfecting wipe from the canister and methodically wipe down my laptop. I’m not sick—not a cough, not a sniffle—but I’ve bought into this not touching my face directive and I shouldn’t be smearing my germs on random surfaces. For all I know I could be carrying this thing. One of the asymptomatic Typhoid Marys, spreading it far and wide.

Not that there’s anyone to spread it to, seeing as I’m on my own here, but I wipe the laptop down anyway, unnerved by the whole idea of it.

I’ve washed my hands more in the past month than I have in my entire life. I spent the first day at home wiping down every surface, laundering the bedding, mopping the floors. My house went from having a pleasant, woodsy scent to the overwhelming stench of bleach instead.

It gave me such a headache that I had to open the windows and damn near froze. Bloody coldest March we’ve had in years. April’s not proving to be much better.

My mobile buzzes. I should have left it in the bedroom but I’ve become painfully attached to it.

If I’m not planning out curriculum, video conferencing with my class, answering frantic emails from parents, students, the other teachers at my school, or compulsively cleaning and reorganizing my house, then I’m moodily scrolling through Twitter and Instagram and ratcheting up my anxiety.

I should delete my social media.

My mobile buzzes again.

I glance at my watch. It’s six o’clock.

Bound to be Wellbelove.

Wellbelove: are you done yet?

Wellbelove: Baz!!

Wellbelove: you can’t still be doing classwork it’s after 5

Wellbelove: BAAAAZZZZ

Me: Give it a rest, Wellbelove. Some of us are actually working from home.

Wellbelove: I am working, you poncy bastard I’m obviously far more efficient than you.

Me: Look, some of us can’t just post our morning exercise routine and somehow have that count as work.

Wellbelove: Why are we friends again? Can you remind me why I put up with this slander from you?

Me: Because of my sparkling wit and undeniable charm.

Wellbelove: more like your fashion sense and propensity to pick up the bill when we eat out. Neither of which are in evidence at the moment so I may have to rethink my devotion to you

Me: Still, I’m indispensable.

Wellbelove: then buy me dinner. what are we watching tonight?

This all started at the end of that first week, when Agatha couldn’t concentrate on the book she was trying to read and I’d reached the pulling-my-hair-out state of lesson planning. She suggested we watch a film together—FaceTiming while our Netflix accounts played in sync.

We’ve done that almost every night since. Dinner and a movie, separately, from a distance.

We spend almost as much time arguing over what to watch as we do watching, but that’s just how we are. I’ve known Agatha Wellbelove since we were toddlers at the same crèche when our parents were at uni. Same primary school, same secondary school.

We drifted apart during our uni years, with Agatha at Brighton for phys Ed and Oxford to read for English Language and Literature for me.  

It was some bizarre twist of fate that we were both hired to teach at the same secondary school in Chilham. She was the last person I expected to see on my orientation day.

We picked up where we left off, latching onto each other as we navigated our first real world experience after uni.

It’s been three years now and I think the past three weeks have been the longest stretch we’ve gone without seeing each other since we moved here.

She’s self-centered, brutally straight-forward, horribly short-tempered, dreadfully impatient, and devastatingly gorgeous.

A perfect match for me if I wasn’t so irrevocably gay.

And if she wasn’t . . . well, categorically uninterested in me in that way is probably the best way to phrase it.

But she’s my best friend and I know it hasn’t been all that long but fuck, I miss her.

Wellbelove: WHAT ARE WE WATCHING BAZ ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION

She’d be kicking me in the shin by now, if she were here. Maybe I don’t miss her quite that much.

Ugh, it’s my night to choose. I don’t know what I want to watch. Something soothing, not one of those action films or plucky sports dramas she likes so much. I actually like Bend it Like Beckham but not those sappy American ones she’s inflicted on me.

I need something familiar. Comforting.

Me: Pride and Prejudice.

Wellbelove: 2005. Kiera Knightley. I will accept no substitutes.

Me: The 1995 version is superior.

Wellbelove: Colin Firth doesn’t look like that anymore Baz. Let it go.

I start to type “Keira Knightley doesn’t either” but fucking hell she does still look the same.

Wellbelove: and you owe me dinner

Me: 2005 AND dinner? You are greedy and demanding, Wellbelove. I’ll agree to Knightley. Make your own dinner.

Wellbelove: I want a burger I’m ordering out since you’re being a berk and won’t send me food

Fuck. I’m craving a burger now too.

I don’t even want to think about cooking anything. I’m so sick of pasta, even though I’ve tried to make it a different way each time, with my dwindling pantry supplies. And much as I love the curry place down the road I can’t eat it every day.

I used to think I could. I used to say I’d be happy eating tikka masala every day for the rest of my life, but I was mistaken.

And no more chippies. I can’t do another chippy.

Me: Who’s delivering burgers? Please tell me you aren’t getting McDonald’s.

Wellbelove: why would I get McDonald’s when I can get a lamb burger from The Girl and The Goat?

Me: they’re not still open?

Wellbelove: of course they’re still open you stupid git.

I don’t know why I hadn’t thought to check. Why I assumed the pubs would close down, when they all have kitchens and food service, just like the chippies and fast food places.

Me: why didn’t you bother telling me, you hag?

Wellbelove: You are a grown man Hunter gatherer type you should be able to forage for your own food

I want one of those burgers. We don’t go there all that often but The Girl and The Goat has some of the best burgers in town. Fucking hell, I’m salivating at the thought of it.

Me: Text when you’ve got dinner and we’ll start the movie

Wellbelove: you’re ordering from The Goat aren’t you you hypocrite and not even paying for mine

I close the messenger app to look up The Girl and The Goat online. I scan the menu and then ring them up.

The warm, cheerful voice on the line assures me the order will be delivered to my door within a half hour. I give my mobile number so the driver can text when he arrives.

“Just be looking for the text, love,” the woman’s warm voice continues. “Simon will leave everything at your door, no need to open up until he’s gone. I know how wary people are these days so we’re trying to make it easy.”

A little over a half hour later my mobile buzzes with a message from an unknown number.

Unknown number: Food’s here!

Unknown number: I’ll ring when it’s on your doorstep

The doorbell chimes and I peek at the doorway video display only to startle at the huge grinning face looming on the screen. I push the audio button.

“Yes?”

“Hullo! I’m Simon. I’ve got your order from The Goat. Lamb burger and chips.” He holds up a gloved hand carrying a bag. “I’ll just leave it right here for you.” I get a brief glimpse of a broad back clad in a brown leather jacket as he bends down, before he’s back to grinning at the camera again. “Thanks for ordering from The Goat. We appreciate the business. If you text me back you’ll get a discount for next time!”

“Text you back what?”

He leans in closer and shrugs. “Whatever.”

He’s got brilliant blue eyes. A scattering of freckles dotted across his face.

“Um, right, ok then. Thanks.”

He waves and then he’s out of sight again.

I move to the front window and twitch aside the blinds to watch him get in a blue car with “The Girl and The Goat” displayed across the door in white lettering.

I wait until the car is long gone before opening the door, gloves on, carrying the parcel of food as if it’s radioactive until I reach the kitchen, where I can dispose of the bag and transfer the food to my own dishes.

It’s likely overkill, I know, but I find being wary and methodical helps calm me.

I settle down in front of the television with my meal and my mobile, ready to message Agatha, when I see the text from the unknown number again.

I’d not say no to a discount. I click on it to text back. What exactly does one text to an attractive delivery man?

I shake my head. He’s just the delivery man, it’s irrelevant if he’s attractive or not.

My finger is still hovering over my mobile. I’m having an existential crisis over what to text a delivery man so I can get a discount on a pub meal. These are the depths that I have sunk to with this self-quarantine.

It would help if he were ordinary looking. It really would.

Me to unknown number: Whatever

I hit send before I think too hard about how unoriginal and trite a response that was.

My mobile pings back a moment later.

Unknown number: 15% percent off the next order. Just say Simon said when you call it in! :)

Read the rest at ao3!!!!!!!!!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23590015

#carry on quarantine #carry on #baz pitch #simon snow #snowbaz #quarantine au #my writing #my fic #wayward son #agatha wellbelove #agatha is all of us #food delivery

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There Goes My Life Chapter 3

Chapter 3: La La Land 

Kevin sat there. His head in his hands. He fucked everything up. He barely chased after the boy. He didn't run down the road, or even got on his bike. He just got to the end of the hall and shouted out his name. It's ok. He told himself. That dork doesn't deserve me. Kevin leaned against the wall and slid to the floor as his face became wet with tears.

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Double Dee entered the busy cafeteria with his friends on either side of him. He was nervous. Normally, they ate outside, where it wasn't so busy, on a blanket that Edd washed, and pressed himself daily. Sometimes his OCD drove the other boys mad, but they accepted it was a part of him. Double Dee was taking medications for it, and sure it was more manageable, but there were some habits that were hard to break. And right now, Double Dee was resisting the urge to turn around and run screaming in the opposite direction.

"Boys, I'm sure that this is all just a cruel joke. Why do we not make ourselves sparse, and resume our nutritious meals over at our usual tree?" Eddy rolled his eyes at his friend.

"C'mon, you know damn well that this ain't no joke." He proceeded to push his friend in the direction of the table they were to sit at. "You have been eyeballing this guy all year. Now grow a pair and actually talk to the asshole."

Double Dee resisted the urge to correct Eddy's horrible grammar, but stopped short only whispering out, "language." Eddy heard him but ignored the retort. Ed was bouncing happily in the same direction even going as far as to say loudly, "look guys, they saved us a seat!" Eddward looked up, and sure enough, there were three open seats where the football players usually sat. Kevin was beaming proudly, Nazz was munching on a carrot stick, and Nat… well, Nat was being his usual self. He was standing on the table, telling a rather provocative story in excruciating detail, only to receive a warning from one of the teachers overseeing the cafeteria. The teal haired boy laughed before sitting down across from Kevin.

Kevin looked up and saw the three Edds walking towards them. "Over here!" He called out happily. The unwanted attention as heads turned to see who the most popular boy in school was calling to caused Edd to blush a deep red. The three boys quickly joined the table at Edd's insistence as Eddy laughed loudly. "What's got you so flustered Sockhead?" He joked. Only to earn a disapproving elbow in the side. Ed bounced happily and sat next to Nazz, Eddy, sat at the end of the table, leaving only one empty seat. And that was the one right next to Kevin. Edd's face only grew redder as he took his seat. "Gr… greetings Kevin. Thank you for inviting us."

Kevin grinned back at the dork. "Hey dude, it's no problem really. I've been wanting to hang more with you." He appeared like he was going to say more, however, he choked back his words as a ferocious blush overcame his face. Eddy noticed this, and a plan started to come together in his head. He knew then without a shadow of a doubt, that Edd wasn't the only one who kept his feelings quiet. "Hey Shovelchin, didn't you fail the last English test?" He inquired.

Kevin's face flushed with anger. "Yeah? What's it to you blockhead?" He was starting to rise but felt a hand on his shoulder. "If you need assistance with your English homework, I would be more than happy to offer my assistance." Double Dee stated without hesitation. He didn't want there to be a fight, and he also abhorred the idea of anyone doing poorly in school. It would also get Edd out of trying to do scams with Eddy, and he would be able to spend time with the object of his affections.

Kevin contemplated for a moment before receiving a hard kick in the shin from across the table. He yelped, startling the other attendees, but when he looked at the source, Aqua-eyes moved back and forth between the red-head, and his favorite dork. He got the hint. "Really?" He almost shouted. "That would be rad! Wanna chill after school?" Edd blushed but nodded his head. "Choice. I can take you. Wanna study at my place or yours?"

Double Dee didn't want to go home, only to be greeted by nobody there. Albeit, his parents were sometimes home, they worked very demanding jobs. And being alone was taxing. "Yours will more than likely suffice." He concluded. Suddenly, Nazz jumped from the table and ran out of the cafeteria. Nathan held up his hand. "I got this." and followed her out.

The smart boy looked towards the exit the two used curiously. "Oh dear, I do hope she is not coming down with something." He subconsciously started wiping the table in front of him with a napkin. He felt the need to grab the Lysol that he kept in his bag and douse the entire table.

Kevin noticed the worry in Edd's eyes and reached for his hand. "Nah dude, I'm sure it was just something she ate. She didn't look sick at all." He blushed when he noticed he was still holding Double Dee's hand. He quickly released it and looked around awkwardly. "So, ever been on a cycle before?"

Eddy and Ed, burst into laughter as Edd paled. "No Kevin, AI have never been on one of those death traps, and nor will I ever." It wasn't that he was worried about Kevin's abilities, he was more concerned with the other drivers who did not pay any attention. He wished that they never existed. However, they do.

"Dude, it's only for like 10 minutes. It'd be a lot faster than walking home. and I promise not to get onto any busy roads or anything. We'll take the scenic route." Kevin argued.

Edd sighed. "I had already planned on receiving a ride from Eddy. It would be rude…"

"Yeah, about that," The shortest boy started, "Me and Ed were going to go see a movie after school." Edd felt a small pang in his chest. They had planned to do something without him. It wasn't the first time, but they never even consulted him. Eddy could read his friend easily. "Hey, don't be like that." He teasingly pulled on his friend's beanie. Not enough to pull it off, but enough to get Edd's attention. "You wouldn't like the movie anyway, 'sides, you've been way to busy prepping for college."

Edd didn't feel any better, he felt like he was being left behind. It hit him that soon, they would no longer be together like this. "I… I understand Eddy." He turned to Kevin, not looking him in the eyes, for fear of tears escaping his cobalt eyes. "Um, Kevin, I believe, I will accept that offer." He quickly wiped his face before looking the red-haired boy squarely in his forest green eyes. "However, you will not go above the posted speed limit." Before he lost his nerve, he quickly stood and left the cafeteria behind him. His eyes stinging, and his heart breaking.

Eddy, Ed, and Kevin watched as the lanky boy walked away. "Ya' know, you're not fooling us." Eddy poked Kevin with his fork earning a glare.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Kevin was rubbing his arm where he almost got skewered.

Eddy sighed, and his expression softened. "Just don't hurt him Shovelchin." The red head was shocked but listened anyway. "Edd, he, well, he's tough, but he wears his heart on his sleeve." He looked Kevin in the eyes. "So, if you hurt him, don't think I wouldn't kill you in a heartbeat."

Kevin laughed at the statement. Not cruelly, just ironically. "Dude, you don't have to worry about that from me." He put his fist out across the table. "That's a promise." Eddy eyed the closed fist and smiled. "Deal." He pounded the fist with his own. The promise made between the two boys.

Ed just watched on smiling happy that everything was coming together. "Everybody is going to live happily ever after." He cried out happily.

AN: So I missed posting a chapter yesterday. I’m sorry. Here’s 2 to make up for it. I’m sorry. Don’t hate me. Although, I’m pretty sure I’ve only had a couple of people actually read the first chapter. Anyway, later!

#kevedd #keveddfanfiction #kevedd fanfiction #nathangoldberg #c2ndy2c1d #TGML #fanfiction #ao3 #ao3 writer

[reddielibrary]

Maybe It Slipped

Written by @eddieneedshisinhaler

Gift for @richiehearteyestozier

Pairing: Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak

Word count: 1400

Rating: T

AO3 Link

A/N : so this is a thing! this was my first content exchange and i had a really fun time writing this, this is my first finished fic for the it fandom and im really excited to gift this to molly. not exactly what u asked for but i hope u like it nonetheless!

Summary: Richie felt like it should have been more embarrassing, admitting how much he loved Eddie, but it also seemed like just another truth of the world. The sky was blue, the grass was green, there was a killer clown living in the Derry sewer system, and Richie loved Eddie. That startling clarity, that hyperaware sense of self did not, however, make it any easier for anyone involved.

Eddie slapped at his arm.

Once class was over, the two started their conversation up again.

“But I’m serious, Eduardo, I can’t waste Halloween. This is our last one before high school and I just wanna spend it with my,” Richie choked, his eyes flashing to Eddie. “You,” he finished lamely as they loaded his books into Eddie’s locker.

“It’s this week, right? I’ll have to come up with something to tell my mom, but I don’t see why we can’t,” Eddie shrugged, missing the flash of excitement on Richie’s face when he closed the door and spun the lock a few times.

The day of Halloween, Richie was pretty fuckin’ excited for Eddie to come over. He had a sheet hanging from the top bunk of his bed over the bottom, the easiest fort imaginable and he was standing by it, Eddie, it’s perfect. Along with that, Richie had also dug out a few strings of Christmas lights to hang up around the bottom bed, knowing they - the two crybabies that they were - would need some light source if a movie had even the slightest jumpscare.

Speaking of movies, Richie was in awe of the great horror movies he’d picked out for the evening. Amidst the horror classics like Poltergeist and Texas Chainsaw Massacre, there were a few silly movies like Beetlejuice and The Man with Two Brains. Not a shabby collection, if Richie said so himself, because he had to beg his older sister to rent them from Blockbuster. He even went so far as to get Eddie’s favorite candies, spending so much on Twizzlers and black licorice that he mentioned buying stock to his parents when they asked.

But, let’s be honest, no matter just how prepared Richie felt in the literal sense, he was still (mentally) shitting his fucking pants because Eddie fuckin’ Kaspbrak was coming to watch movies and hopefully stay the night and Richie was in panic mode, ladies, this is not a drill.

See, if someone had told Richie he’d realize one sweaty summer afternoon at the end of June that he had a massive crush on aforementioned Loser, he’d have laughed and made a few ‘your mom’ jokes to deflect, and only at three in the morning would he be willing to analyze every interaction he’s ever had with Eddie ever. That was just a whole can of worms that could not be dealt with.

But it was not June anymore, it’s October and he loved his best friend with every fiber of his being. That was a can of worms that had been opened and dealt with, and yeah, it was super fucking scary to be gay in Derry, but how could the way he felt about Eddie be wrong?

Richie felt like it should have been more embarrassing, admitting how much he loved Eddie, but it also felt like just another truth of the world. The sky was blue, the grass was green, there was a killer clown living in the Derry sewer system, and Richie loved Eddie. That startling clarity, that hyperaware sense of self did not, however, make it any easier for anyone involved.

Because of course Richie was going to be a little shit to Eddie once he realized he was well and truly ass over tits for the kid, and he deliberately made their interactions so much more annoying than Eddie could ever expect. Now it’s not like he wanted his little hypochondriac darling to hate him, Richie more so just wanted to make sure all of Eddie’s attention was on Richie at all times.

In Richie’s own defence, the voice in his head was always trying to make sure Eddie was always looking at him. It honestly and truthfully felt like if his eyes weren’t on Richie for even a second, that Trashmouth himself would cease to exist.

Okay, so maybe he was dramatic and over exaggerating and also completely off track, but whatever. It was Halloween and he was freaking out.

“It’s just Eddie,” Richie said when his alarm went off.

“It’s just a friendly hang out,” he thought as he rode his bike to school alongside Eddie.

“Totally platonic,” when Eddie had whacked his arm and leaned against Richie after the latter delivered a wicked punchline.

“Nothing to read into,” as Eddie kept glancing over to him in Physics, his doe eyes shining under the flickering fluorescent lights.

(Towards the end of the day, Richie had almost stopped believing himself when Eddie kept brushing his shoulder against Richie’s in the library. (But then Bowers walked in and Eddie disappeared down a random row of books.))

It wasn’t until after school and the two were walking their bikes home side by side that Richie let himself steal glances, and his eyes followed the sweat that beaded at Eddie’s forehead and slowly slipped down his cheek before Eddie swiped it away. He turned away quickly when his friend looked over at him and grinned.

“So what movies did you get? If I have to watch Charlie fucking Brown’s Halloween special again I’m gonna fuckin’ lose it, Rich,” Eddie babbled, waving his free hand around and bumping into Richie every so often.

“I had to say we have a project in English that’s due tomorrow like I said earlier, so we might have to tell her details about this fake project on Saturday when you come over. You’re still coming, right? I finished our hats and you still have those joke mustaches, right? We’ll be the best Mario and Luigi,” he finished, somehow managing to not be out of breath.

Richie grinned and took his chance.

“Oh I’ll be coming alright, Eds, coming ten inches deep in your mom!” and then he was hopping up onto his bike, and Richie started pedaling as fast as his chicken legs can.

“Richie, you motherfucker!”

“That’s the point, Spaghetti,” Richie called back as he slowed to wait for Eddie by a stop sign, and his friend’s shorter (I’m still growing, asshole!) legs worked hard to get him to Richie.

“You’re such a dick, you know that? What is with you, you stupid fuck, we can’t even have a nice, civil conversation without you pissing all over it with your nasty jokes,” Eddie had a flush high in his freckled cheeks, and his mouth ran a mile a minute while he insulted Richie as much as he could.

“Eddie, my sweet, I have to keep you on your toes somehow,” he winked, seeing Eddie’s flush travel down his neck and under his polo; a place Richie couldn’t see.

He gulped and looked away, not seeing the way Eddie tracked the beginnings of an adam’s apple on Richie’s throat move up and down. The two stood at the stop sign, stuck in the moment, air sticky with words they couldn’t stay.

A passing car with the driver laying on their horn broke the moment, the two boys starting to pedal towards Richie’s house in silence. Eddie tried to speak, but his voice cracked and he turned even redder. He cleared his throat and tried again.

“So what movies did you pick out?”

#reddie #halloween event 2019 #eddieneedshisinhaler

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Film Research

Shaun of the Dead (2004)

Shaun of the Dead is a 2004 horror comedy film directed by Edgar Wright. Bizarrely, rated 15.

The official poster for the film features three protagonists in the centre on a poster for the film containing all of the information, using mostly black, white, and red - the three typical colours associated with horror posters. The “poster within the poster” is surrounded by the zombies featured in the film, symbolising events in the film in which the characters, of course, get surrounded by zombies. I think this aesthetic of the poster works really well of giving a “preview” of the film without showing zombies surrounding the actual characters as it could not give a very presentable view of them, yet it still indirectly previews the film, as a film poster should do. I think it is very well designed, coloured, and thought through.

Cast

The film stars (and theatrically debuts) the duo of Simon Pegg and Nick Frost, as well as Kate Ashfield, Lucy Davis, Dylan Moran, Bill Nighy and Peter Serafinowicz.

Synopsis

The story of the film entails a zombie apocalypse in London from the perspective of the title character Shaun and his fellow underachiever best friend, Ed. Shaun was recently dumped by his girlfriend Liz and survival, romance and comedy dictate the rest of the film.

When I first watched the film, I did not like it at all because I was overwhelmed by its horror elements and not expecting them at all. Retrospectively, however, knowing what to expect, the film seems much more comedic and clever to me.

Key Scenes/Elements

The scenes and elements that stick out to me as key or otherwise memorable are the scenes revolving round the Winchester, the pub that the two main characters frequent.

On some posters for the film, it has the tagline “A Romantic Comedy. With Zombies”, which I think is amusing.

I genuinely found the alternative posters to be impressive that I could find of the film. I very much liked that they consistently used the film’s logo as well as entirely sticking to the same colour theme.

The Fifth Element (1997)

The Fifth Element is a 1997 French science-fiction film (in English), directed by Luc Besson. Rated PG.

I think the real poster is very inspiring and well-designed. It uses a pleasant combination of darkness, blues, and reds. A cool sci-fi laser effect is stretched across the poster vertically, with a light at the bottom middle of the poster, showing the title under it. Although it uses the “floating heads” trait here, I think it is effective and presents the cast with an aura of mystery. The subtitle “There is no future without it” provides the audience with unanswered questions of mystery too, and I think it is effective.

The film entails a New York taxi driver, Korben, who meets Leeloo falls into his cab in the 23rd century. As the embodiment of the fifth element, Leeloo needs to combine with the other four to keep the approaching Great Evil from destroying the world. Together with Father Vito Cornelius and Ruby Rhod, Dallas must race against time and the wicked industrialist Zorg to save humanity. Pretty standard Sci-Fi stuff.

Key elements of the film seem to be just Leeloo, who has bright orange hair, because that’s all I can see in image results for the film.

As part of the sci-fi theme, fan alternative posters have used blue-hue themes in conjunction with the orange theme presented by Leeloo’s hair, which I think is a very effective choice.

Fight Club (1999)

Fight Club is an American 1999 film directed by David Flincher. It is rated 18.

The poster design is quite iconic and I love the balance of the two characters on the poster, and the film’s title being engraved on a bar of soap, a central element of the movie. I also like the contrast of the green in the background with the bright pink soap, the latter of which is a strong part of the film’s visual identity. It is mentioned in the film’s tagline “Mischief. Mayhem. Soap.”

The film is about an unnamed narrator who suffers from insomnia and is unsatisfied with his job and attends support groups as an imposter where he meets Marla Singer. The narrator meets a soap salesman, Tyler Durden, whom he starts a fight club with, and is actually the same person in the same body.

Key elements include, of course, the fight club itself, and the soap.

My favourite alternative posters were for this film. Much like with Shaun of the Dead, I liked that people really seemed to stick with the colour pink unanimously. I also really like the works that hint towards the two main characters being a split personality of one another. The aesthetic of each one of these is strong in its own way to me, from use of minimal colours, to minimal imagery, to just clever concepts.

After researching all of my films, I assembled spider diagrams for each one with elements that I could use for designs of them.

I then created twelve sketch designs of alternate posters, four for each film. I thought about various elements such as where the title appears, making sure for it to be a different place on each poster, as well as including different elements in every design. I was pleased with several of the designs.

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WHAT TO WATCH THIS WEEKEND June 28, 2019  -  YESTERDAY, ANNABELLE COMES HOME, MAIDEN

I’m going to do things a little different again this week, because while I normally would begin with the bigger movie of the weekend, I actually have a lot of stuff about ANNABELLE COMES HOME (New Line/WB) over at The Beat, as you can see below, so instead, I’m going to put a little more focus on Danny Boyle’s YESTERDAY (Universal), because... well, read on...

It’s not often a movie comes along that combines all of my favorite things into a completely unexpected movie that works, but Yesterday, written by Love, Actually’s Richard Curtis and directed by Danny Boyle, does just that. It takes a fairly high concept premise of a world without knowledge of the Beatles and their music and turns it into a hilarious comedy about fame and love and plenty of other things.  Maybe that’s to be expected when it comes from a writer who has helped define British comedy and one of my favorite directors, but that doesn’t always mean that it will always work.

We meet Himesh Patel’s Jack Malik as he’s doing his regular busking around Sussex at any gig his best friend and manager Ellie (Lily James) can get for him, but it’s not going well and Jack is ready to give up. One night, after coming back from one such bad gig, the lights go out across the globe for 12 seconds and in that 12 seconds, Jack’s bike is hit by a bus. He ends up in the hospital with two missing teeth but when he gets out he starts playing “Yesterday” on an acoustic guitar bought for him as a gift by Ellie, and realizes that none of his friends realize who the Beatles are. Jack immediately realizes that it’s up to him to preserve the songs so he tries to remember them and incorporates them into his shows, at which point he suddenly starts getting more attention.

The first thing about Yesterday that’s immediately apparent is the talent and charm of Himesh Patel who really carries the film and has you constantly rooting for him. I’ve long been a fan of Lily James, especially after her turn in Edgar Wright’s Baby Driver, but I feel like the role of Ellie allows her to be more of herself than some of her other ones.

There are quite a few other levels to the humor, the first one being when Ed Sheeran, played by the real Ed Sheeran, contacts Jack Malik about his music and becomes involved in his story. The next level is when Kate McKinnon enters the picture as Sheeran’s manager who wants to turn Jack into a money-making superstar ala Sheeran. Sheeran ably makes fun of himself and his own talent as a singer/songwriter, but McKinnon takes her character so far into the world of sleaze that she’s hysterical (especially to someone who has worked in the music biz and has seen this first-hand). It’s also good to mention Joel Fry as Jack’s bumbleheaded friend/roadie Rocky and Sanjeev Bhaskar and Meera Syal as his parents, all who bring even more laughs to the movie.

Probably the most interesting turn is when Ellie is ready to say bye to Jack as he heads off to L.A., and she suddenly realizes that she’s in love with him though those feelings aren’t reciprocated. As Jack tries to navigate the music business with his sleazy new manager, he realizes that he has to go to Liverpool if he wants to remember the last of the Beatles songs, and once there, he reconnects with Ellie as they try to sort out their feelings.

That’s all I’m going to say because the last act is so full of surprises that really helps bring the whole thing home. And then on top of all that, you have the music of the Beatles, which still gives me goosebumps as performed by the talented Patel. (Once I buy this soundtrack, it will be the second record this year I’ve bought of an actor performing classic pop/rock songs and selling them as well as the original artist(s).)

I don’t think you have to be a Beatles fan to appreciate what Curtis and Boyle done with this premise, and maybe it’s because I’ve been in Ellie’s shoes, falling in love with a friend who just sees me as a friend that I really connected with the romantic angle of the film, one that really pays off.

Yesterday is just wonderful, and it’s easily one of my favorite movies of the year.

Rating: 9/10

Interview with Writer Richard Curtis over at The Beat

Getting back to Annabelle Comes Home, I’m sure that New Line’s latest entry into the ConjuringVerse is going to prove popular, especially with Vera Farmiga and Patrick Wilson back as Larraine and Ed Warren. It’s screenwriter Gary Dauberman’s directorial debut and it stars the amazing McKenna Grace (Gifted) as the Warrens’ daughter Judy, as it shows what happens when the Annabelle doll is released in the artifact room, drawing a gaggle of malevolent spirits to the Warren home as Judy and her babysitter (and friends) fight them off and try to figure out how to stop them.

My Review over at The Beat

Interview with Writer/Director Gary Dauberman at The Beat.

LIMITED RELEASES

Another movie I’m really excited for people to finally see, one which I saw way back in January around when it premiered at Sundance is Alex Holmes’ doc MAIDEN (Sony Pictures Classics), which tells the amazing story about how Tracy Edwards put together an all-woman sailing team to race in the 1989 Whitbread Round the World Race despite all the odds against them. I loved this movie, not only because it’s an amazing story but also I’m a sailing enthusiast who sadly has not been able to get out and go sailing as much as I’ve hoped. But Edwards’ story and what she and hew crew 

Over a year since it premiered at the Sundance Film Festival, Star Wars: The Force Awakens star Daisy Ridley stars as OPHELIA (IFC Films) in Claire McCarthy’s reimagining of Shakespeare’s Hamletwith Ophelia taking center stage as the lady-in-waiting to Queen Gertrude, played by Naomi Watts. George MacKay from Captain Fantastic plays Prince Hamlet, and the movie will open at the IFC Center as well as select theaters across the country.

Also opening at the IFC Center on Friday (and then in L.A. on July 12) is Jan Zabelle’s Three Peaks (Greenwich Entertainment), starring Alexander Fehling and Bérénice Bejo (The Artist). Fehling plays Aaron who wants to be a family with his girlfriend and her 8-year-old son in the Italian Dolomites, but has trouble gaining the boy’s acceptance.

Opening in select cities is Mitch Davis’ THE OTHER SIDE OF HEAVEN 2: FIRE OF FAITH (Artaffects), a sequel to the 2001 faith-based film which grossed $4.7 million.  Christopher Gorman returns as the missionary John H. Grober who returns to Tonga with his wife and five daughters, where they have a sixth child who is suffering an illness.

Opening at New York’s Film Forum is Lila Avilés’ The Chambermaid, set in a deluxe Mexico City hotel where chambermaid Eva spends her days making beds and dealing with needy clients, partially inspired by Sophie Calle’s The Hotel.

Opening at Film at Lincoln Center is James N. Kienitz Wilkins and Robin Schavoir’s experimental film The Plagiarists (KimStim) starring Lucy Kaminsky and Eamon Monaghan as a couple stranded by a snowstorm while visiting a friend in upstate New York and are put up for the night by a strange guy named Clip (Michael Payne from Parliament) only to discover that his hospitality was not what it seems. The filmmakers will be on hand for QnAs after the screenings Friday and Saturday night.

Opening at the Quad Friday is Eddie Mensore’s Mine 9 (EmphatiCinema/Levey Distribution)about nine coal miners in West Virginia trapped underground after a methane explosion.

Also opening at the Quad (and at the JCC Manhattan) is Avi Nesher’s Israeli film The Other Story (Strand Releasing) about two rebellious young women from Jerusalem who clash in unexpected ways.

From China comes Derek Tsang’s thriller Better Days (Well GO USA), opening Thursday in select cities, about a female student preparing for the important “gaokao” college entrance exam tests, who teams with a small-time criminal named Bei when she’s being bullied over a classmate who committed suicide. (NOTE: I just read that Better Days was pulled from Chinese release a few days ago, so I’m wondering if maybe it’s U.S. release will be delayed accordingly, as well.)

Alicia Vikander and Eva Green star in Swedish filmmaker Lisa Langseth’s English-language debut Euphoria (Freestyle Releasing) as two sisters travelling to a mystery destination in Europe. It also stars Charles Dance and Charlotte Rampling and opens in select cities.

Last, there’s Martin Owen’s Killers Anonymous (Grindstone Entertainment) about a support group for killers, which stars Gary Oldman, Jessica Alba and Suki Waterhouse. This is probably a mostly VOD movie that might be released into a few theaters.s

LOCAL FESTIVALS

I had to omit this section last week due to time constraints, but this weekend begins one of my favorite annual New York film festivals, and that is the New York Asian Film Festival, mostly taking place at Film at Lincoln Center and then the SVA Theater.  This is the 18thannual festival, dubbed “Still Too Young to Die,” and I have to admit that over the past few years, I’ve been somewhat neglect in my attendance and coverage of the festival. I hope to change that as there are definitely some things I’m hoping to catch. You have to remember that many of the films that play this festival NEVER receive U.S. distribution so NYAFF is the only chance to see some of them.

This year’s festival opens with Bernard Rose’s Samurai Marathon, a period piece set in the 1850s with an all-star cast and a Philip Glass score. This year’s centerpiece is

Eguchi Kan’s The Fable, adapting the Manga about a Yakuza hit man trying to lead a “normal life.” For a third year in a row, NYAFF has a competition for the Uncaged Award for Best Feature Film with seven films from different Asian countries in competition, many having their North American premieres:  Moon Sung-ho’s 5 Million Dollar Life, Kim Yoon-seok’s Another Child, Huang Chao-liang’s Han Dan, Nojiri Katsumi’s Lying to Mom, Kenneth Lim Dagatan’s Ma, Yi Ok-seop’s Maggie and Wu Nan’s Push and Shove.

Legendary martial arts choreographer and director Yuen Woo-ping will be receiving the Star Asia Lifetime Achievement Award, and they should be showing some of his best work at this year’s festival including Donnie Yen’s Iron Monkey, The Miracle Fighters and more.

This year’s festival will run until July 14, although the Closing Night film has yet to be announced.

STREAMING AND CABLE

Streaming on Netflix starting Friday is Paul Thomas Anderson’s musical short Anima, starring and scored by Radiohead’s Thom Yorke. 

REPERTORY

Before we get to the individual theaters, be aware that Spike Lee’s all-time classic Do the Right Thing will be receiving a 30th anniversary rerelease both in a new 4k digital restoration and in some cases, on an archival 35mm print. Check your local theaters to see if it’s playing near you, and if you haven’t seen it yet after 30 years, then you have no excuse not to go see it this week.

METROGRAPH (NYC):

When it comes to music docs, Les Blank is one of the pioneers and thankfully, Les Blank Films (along with Argot Pictures) is issuing two restorations of the ‘70s films he was involved with including Chulas Fronteras  (1976) and Del Mero Corazon  (1979) that look into the amazing music crossing the border between Mexico and Texas. Chulas, translated as “Beautiful Borders,” is a fascinating hour-long film that uses the music as a backdrop to show the everyday lives of those who live on the boarder. Del Mero (“Straight from the Heart”), co-directed with Maureen Gosling (who will be on hand Friday and Saturday night), Guillermo Hernandez & Chris Strachwitz is a shorter film mostly about the romantic songs from Mexico. Honestly, as someone who frequently has to listen to Mexican “mariachi” music on the subway while I’m trying to relax and listen to my own music, I wasn’t sure whether and if I’d connect with either film and while Chulas is definitely a stronger overall film, they both offer some great insights into the Tex-Mex music and musicians that have paved the way for others.

The Metrograph joins other New York arthouse in closing off Pride Month with Films of Pride and Protest: Stonewall at 50 with two series of films by various filmmakers documenting the groundbreaking rallies and protests that have helped the LGBTQ movement get to where it is today.

This week’s Late Nites at Metrograph  screening is the Safdie Brothers’ Heaven Knows What  (2015) while the Playtime: Family Matinees  offering is Charlie Chaplin’s The Kid (1921) in 35mm!

THE NEW BEVERLY (L.A.):

This week’s Weds. matinee is Alfred Hitchcock’s Topaz from 1969 – I guess the new Bev is still going through the movies of the late ‘60s, a running theme the last couple weeks. Weds and Thursday’s double feature is Krakatoa, East of Java and The Boston Strangler (from 1969 and 1968, continuing that theme); Friday and Saturday sees a double feature of Steve McQueen’s Bullitt (1968) and George Sheppard’s Pendulum (1969); and then the Sunday/Monday double feature is Liza Minnelli’s The Sterile Cuckoo (1969) with 3 in the Attic (1968; in 16mm, no less!). The weekend’s KIDDEE MATINEE is another Steve McQueen movie, The Reivers, also from 1969, and then the midnight movies are Tarantion’s Inglourious Basterds on Friday night and Arlo Guthrie’s Alice’s Restaurant(1969) on Saturday night. Chris Nolan’s Inception (not from 1968 or 1969!) will screen as a matinee on Monday and then next Wednesday’s matinee is the James Bond film From Russia With Love  (1963).

FILM FORUM (NYC):

On Friday, the Film Forum begins screening the Coen Brothers’ 1998 comedy classic The Big Lebowski for a week for no particular reason… but who needs a reason to catch up with Jeff Bridges’ The Dude and friends? It will also screen Elaine May’s classic bomb Ishtar, starring Warren Beatty and Dustin Hoffman, again for no particular reason. Maybe because it’s summer? This weekend’s Film Forum Jr. is the 1982 John Huston musical Annie, and then on Sunday, the Forum will screen Otto Preminger’s 1954 film  Carmen Jones, introduced by Donald Goble.

EGYPTIAN THEATRE (LA):

Cinematic Void presents a double feature of Ti West’s The House of the Devil(2009) and Wolf’s Hole (1987) on Thursday and then on Friday, the Egyptian goes further into the Czech New Wave with The Anarchic Cinema of Vera Chytilova, a double feature of Daisies (1966) and Fruit of Paradise (1970) as well as a couple shorts by the Czech director. The series continues on Sunday with a double feature of Panelstory and The Very Late Afternoon of a Faun. I honestly don’t know much about the Czech New Wave (or actually, nothing) but it certainly seems to be back in style. Also Sunday is a Barbara Stanwyk double feature as part of The Style of Sin, showing Ladies of Leisure (1930) and Baby Face (1933).

AERO  (LA):

Thursday, there’s a screening of the new The Doors: The Final Cutwith director Oliver Stone and Val Kilmer in person, and it isn’t sold out, as of this writing! Friday is a screening of Charles Shyer’s Irreconcilable Differences (1984) with special guests and then the weekend is all about one of my favorite filmmakers, Lynn Shelton! After a preview of her excellent new movie Sword of Trust on Saturday, there’s a TRIPLE feature of Your Sister’s Sister (2011) on 35mm, Touchy Feely (2013) and We Go Way Back (2006) on Saturday and then a triple feature of Humpday (2009) on 35mm and 2017’s Outside In.

QUAD CINEMA (NYC):

The Quad continues to show its 2k restoration of Greta Schiller and Robert Rosenberg’s Before Stonewall (1984) through the weekend

ROXY CINEMA (NYC)

On Wednesday, the Roxy is screening Humphrey Bogart’s classic Casablanca on a 35mm print, then Thursday, it’s showing the 2002 dark comedy The Rules of Attraction. Getting into the Pride spirit, Saturday sees a 35mm screening of the 2000 lesbian comedy But I’m a Cheerleader, presented in conjunction with Flaming Classics, as well as a 35mm print of the 1969 doc Portrait of Jason about black, gay sex worker Jason Holliday, which will screen one time on Saturday and Sunday.

IFC CENTER (NYC)

Waverly Midnights: Parental Guidance wraps up with Brian De Palma’s adaptation of Stephen King’s Carrie (1976), Weekend Classics: LoveMom and Dad is Ingmar Bergman’s Autumn Sonata (1978) while the Late Night Favorites: Spring concludes with David Lynch’s Mulholland Drive (2001). The IFC Center will be one of the theaters showing Spike Lee’s Do the Right Thing on an archival 35mm print, but only for the 7pm showtimes for the next week. Also in celebration of Stonewall (just a few blocks away), the IFC Center is premiering a 4k restoration of Frank Simon’s 1968 film The Queen (a Cannes selection), which looks at the 1967 Miss All-American Camp Beauty Pageant, organized by LGBTQ icon Flawless Sabrina with judges including Andy Warhol, Larry Rivers and Terry Southern. It will be shown with the 1967 short Queens at Heart.

BAM CINEMATEK (NYC):

On Thursday, BAM and FAB Flicks will show the 1961 musical classic West Side Story outdoors at the Brooklyn Plaza Medical Center. On Friday, BAM joins the celebration of Spike Lee’s Do the Right Thing with a 30thanniversary rerelease. The Beyond the Canon series continues on Saturday with a double feature of Dibril Diop Mambety’s 1973 film Touki Bouki with Jean-Luc Godard’s Breathless (1960)

MUSEUM OF THE MOVING IMAGE (NYC):

Astoria, Queens’ premiere arthouse continues its Grit and Glitter: Before and After Stonewall series this weekend with John Waters’ Multiple Maniacs (1970) on Friday, Sidney Lumet’s Dog Day Afternoon (1975)and Stephen Frears’ My Beautiful Laundrette (1985) on Saturday. Apichatpong Weerasethakul’s 2004 film Tropical Malady will screen on 35mm on both Saturday and Sunday. The See it Big! Action series will screen Pam Grier’s Coffy (1973) in 35mm on Saturday and Sunday.

FILM OF LINCOLN CENTER (NYC):

Lincoln Center’s 50thanniversary celebration continues with 50th Mixtape: Free Double Features with Agnes Varda’s Cléo from 5 to 7 (1962) and Jane Campion’s The Portrait of a Lady (1996) on Thursday night.

LANDMARK THEATRES NUART  (LA):

This Friday’s midnight movie is Hayao Miyazaki’s Princess Mononoke (1997)… subtitled!

Next week, it’s the extended 4thof July weekend and Sony’s seventh Spider-Man movie Spider-Man: Far from Home will go up against Ari Aster’s sophomore effort, Midsommar.

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Prim's Plan - Part 2

Written by: @mega-aulover

Prompt 107: Everlark fic based off of the song “Thinking Out Loud” by Ed Sheeran. [submitted by Anonymous]

Rated: T for everlark Smooching ;)   Part 1

A/N: Thank you for submitting this prompt I hope you enjoy it. Thank you @everlarkficexchange for the opportunity to exchange ideas and grow our fandom. Aslo to @norbertsmom for your extraordinary beta skills I need to get you some flowers.

Katniss plopped on her bed in pure shock.

Three dates.

Her sweet stubborn sister wouldn’t take the application letters Peeta wrote until they agreed to go on three dates.

She stared up at the ceiling willing for an apocalyptic catastrophe to suddenly happen. The odds were not in her favor.

She couldn’t believe she’d agreed to go out with Peeta. Peeta Mellark, who she drunkenly confessed her feelings for to Gale. It was the reason they weren’t speaking.

“Damn you, Ed Sheeran!”

Four years ago, Peeta was waiting for her in his car. It was one of those frigid winter days. He had just bought his used car. He was the first one to get a car at sixteen. They had just gone through the drive-through when the song came on.

Katniss still wasn’t sure how it happened. Maybe it was the food, or the twinkling Christmas lights, or the fact that they got stuck in his clunker overnight and she slept nestled on top of Peeta until the tow truck came.

But that song, Thinking Out Loud, came on and Katniss recalled looking at him and really seeing Peeta for the first time, not the eleven-year-old boy she played tag with as a way to comfort her after her father died, or the 14-year-old boy who had to have his leg amputated, because a drunk driver mowed him down on his bicycle. She saw Peeta and her heart wobbled and danced in her chest as she listened to the song.

It wasn’t the first line about his legs not working that did it for her. It was the line about finding love right where they were. Katniss found her love sitting right next to her. He’d always been there, and she was irrevocably in love with him.

Her only problem, it was one-sided.

Peeta only saw her as a friend.

At the time she’d kept her mouth shut because he’d been dating that witch Clove who dumped him a week before Prom night for Thresh.

She’d tried to tell him, many, many times, but she didn’t have the courage. All of Peeta’s girlfriends were superior to her. Katniss didn’t have the boobs Johanna had. She wasn’t an older woman like Clove, and she didn’t look like Glimmer who was currently in Hollywood making movies.

She wasn’t that pretty or impressive.

Silently, Katniss carried her love for him in secret until last may when she turned 21.

“You’re not getting out of this Katniss,” Prim said from the door.

Katniss raised her head and narrowed her eyes at her baby sister. She’d forgotten to close her door.

“Prim, it’s Peeta? What if this doesn’t work? I don’t want to lose him.”

Primrose smiled sweetly like one of those baby angels with wings. “Don’t worry, sis. You’d never lose Peeta?”

“Glad you have more faith than I do.”

“Stop it, I will not have you back out of going on these dates. You’ve never been a quitter besides, do you really want me to have a bonfire with those letters Peeta wrote?”

Katniss grimaced her eyes, “No.”

“Now that we are clear, get some shuteye you need your beauty rest for tomorrow.”

“Whats tomorrow?” Katniss swallowed.

“Your first date is for tomorrow night,” Prim smirked. “Before you ask, it’s easy, a movie. I called in a favor and got tickets. Peeta will get them tomorrow afternoon. He’s coming tomorrow precisely at 6:45 pm.”

Prim closed her door and Katniss groaned, letting her head drop to the mattress and silently hoped for lightning to strike her.

The lightning never came, and the next night Katniss learned how much of a dictator her sister Primrose was. Prim nixed all of her comfy, cargo pants, pajama looking pants, sweats, and loose jeans she purchased at the thrift store to hunt in. Besides, her hunting pants had stains Prim didn’t want to even try to identify.

Her sister attacked her collection of misshapen sweaters, and shirts as well. She had a few that had special meaning for her. The baseball t-shirt had Peeta’s number on it from when he played. The state fair shirt he purchased for her two years ago. Almost all of her t-shirts had a history. The only ones she could do without were her waitressing shirts.

Primrose forced her to wear a pair of tight, uncomfortable skinny jeans, a form-fitting orange sweater, and uncomfortable flat shoes with floppy bows. Katniss wondered why designers would put such childish decorations on adult shoes. Her sister was so determined, she lent her a coat as well. Katniss doubted the wool coat would be warm enough. Her big puffy coat kept her nice and toasty. Prim was firm, no sneakers, and under no circumstances would she wear her hunting boots.

“Okay,” Prim said, circling her.

“Good, you look decent. Do you have a handbag?”

“A what?”

“A purse, Katniss.”

“Prim, I have dad’s old game bag and my old knapsack from school.”

“Katniss, you need a purse,” Prim said, running out of the room.

Katniss shook her head and turned to finish putting her rejected clothing neatly back in her dresser. When she came home she didn’t want to have to clean up. By the time Prim came back, Katniss had made sure her room was spotless.

“Here.” Prim thrust a soft leather bag toward Katniss.

“Why do I need one again? Aren’t pockets-,” Her argument died on her lips. The darned pants pockets were narrow.

Prim began putting the things she would need to carry inside of the bag. “You need a place to put your phone, your ID, antibacterial gel, debit card, cash, maxi pad, and a condom.”

“Condom,” Katniss said horrified.

“A lady always needs to be prepared,” Prim said holding out the bag.

“Who, what, where, when and how the hell did you get condoms? Are you using condoms?” Katniss stood hands akimbo in total shock to think that her sister was having sex. “Why are you using condoms?”

Prim rolled her eyes. “Katniss, I’m not a virgin and I need to protect myself. I don’t want to have kids.”

“Does mom know?”

“Yeah, she took me to get my birth control pills as well when I was 15, not that I was sexually active at that age.”

“Mom never did any of that with me,” Katniss said, sitting down on her bed.

“That’s because you’re pure, Katniss.”

“I am not pure.” Katniss blushed as she said the word.

“Oh yeah…” Primrose raised an eyebrow, “…then why do you say condoms like we’re talking about a deadly disease.”

Katniss couldn’t disagree. She did sound like she was a character in the 80’s cult classic movie, St. Elmo’s Fire.

“Okay, enough with the mourning of my no longer existing virginity.” As Prim spoke the doorbell rang.

“It’s him,” Katniss whispered. She wanted to run and hide.

Prim pushed her out of her room. Katniss thought of a thousand different things she would rather be doing, but when Prim opened the front door all of them went out of the windows.

She’d never seen Peeta dressed for a date before. He looked handsome in a button-down shirt, jacket, and dark denim jeans. His blond waves were combed back. She thought he looked like one of those male models in those Ralph Lauren advertisements.

“Here, these are for you.” Peeta held out yellow gerbera daisies. Katniss couldn’t help but grin. “You look pretty.”

“Thank you.” Her voice sounded soft and gushy, as she recalled she was wearing his favorite color.

“You ready to go?”

Katniss nodded. Together they walked out into the frigid air and Katniss wanted to kill Prim for making her wear the flimsy excuse for a coat. Thankfully Peeta’s car was warm. When he turned it on, Ed Sheeran’s song, Thinking out Loud, began to play on his radio.

Katniss’s heart thundered in her chest as the notes filled the interior of his car. Katniss glanced at Peeta as he hummed the song. She wished Peeta would take her into his loving arms, and kiss her. She wished she could wake up every morning listening to the beat of his heart.

She wanted to remember his smile. She wanted to touch his hand, have him fall in love with her. She wished so hard for him to fall for her the way she had fallen for him. The sentiments were too much for Katniss. She turned her head away to watch the twinkling lights of the small stores as they drove to the only movie theater in town.

It was ironic. They had come to the movies all of their lives and this was the first time they were going on an official date. Peeta parked the car, and together they walked toward the booth.

“Come on. Primrose got us tickets to see La Boda de Valentina,” Peeta said with his high school Spanish. Peeta was great at languages. He could pick them up easily. Katniss was lucky she knew how to speak English properly.

It’s why she avoided foreign flicks. Primrose knew this, knew how much Katniss loathed subtitles. Prim couldn’t have picked something great like Tomb Raider or Black Panther. Nope, her sister decided to choose the worst kind of torture.

Much to Katniss relief, the movie was half in Spanish, half in English, but she got frustrated with all of the subtitles she had to follow when the movie jumped from New York to Mexico.

It dawned on her as she watched the movie that the main character Valentina had to choose between two guys, and they represented her needs and wants and the expectations of her family. It was reminiscent of her own life.

For a long time people always just assumed she would end up with Gale. They had a lot of things in common, especially their fiery personalities. Gale had a worse temper than she did. Truth be told, she always saw Gale like an older brother. Hell, she and Gale even looked alike. That’s why she could never see herself with him, no matter what their mothers thought. She glanced at Peeta, who was totally engrossed in the film.

By the end of the film, Katniss understood it, but she didn’t like the movie. They were walking out of the theater.

“So, are you hungry?” Katniss glanced at Peeta. He was quiet.

“Yeah, but I have to take you someplace nice. Prim said no Sae’s.”

Katniss chuckled. “The little tyrant is going to pay for this one day.”

Peeta laughed. “I have an idea, if you’re up for an adventure.”

“Sure.” Katniss grinned.

They got in the car and drove to the bakery. He raised an eyebrow at her. “I won’t tell if you won’t?”

Peeta wasn’t a rebel, but when he put his mind to it he could be devious and at this moment she loved him for it. “If there are a pair of your comfy, fluffy socks on the other end, I’m in.”

They snuck into the back of the bakery. Peeta ordered a pizza and snuck upstairs for a pair of his socks. He sat her on the counter and much to her chagrin, he insisted on slipping them on her feet.

Her mouth went dry as he stood up. He braced his hands on the counter on either side of her and looked like he was going to step away. Katniss desperately wanted to keep him close. She said the first thing that popped into her head. “What did you think of the movie?”

He shrugged. “It was good.”

She was very curious as to his take on the movie. “But?”

“The ending was expected. She was going to pick the guy that was most familiar to her, the guy who reminded her of her home. The guy she had most in common with.”

Katniss found his statement interesting. “I didn’t like it.”

“Really, why? He knew her from before she moved to New York. It’s like you and Gale. You guys are meant to be together, because you both have so much in common.”

“Having a lot of stuff in common is not always a good thing.” Katniss couldn’t believe what she was hearing. It was revolting to think she and Gale could be a thing. “It can be disastrous.” Katniss watched him. She was looking to see if he had any feelings for her other than friendship.

“But in order for a relationship to work, you need to have things in common.”

“Shared experiences, are one thing Peeta, but being too alike can almost be like dating a sibling or a first cousin. Both are gross.”

He looked down, took her hand in his, his voice shy. “Is that why you and Gale broke up?”

“Gale and I,” Katniss was disgusted by thinking of Gale and herself in a romantic relationship, “never dated.”

“But you guys were inseparable in high school. Besides, Johanna said she saw you both at the Slag Heap motel one time.” He looked up, searching her eyes. “I mean you guys hunted and used to hang out all of the time?”

Katniss wanted to hurt Johanna and her big mouth. Why Peeta dated her, Katniss never understood. “Ugh no, Peeta. Gale and I were working there, cleaning rooms before I had to go to school. Besides, we are neighbors, Peeta, and yes, when our fathers died in that mining accident, we bonded over it. We did what was necessary to provide for our families.” Katniss twined her fingers with his. “Bottom line, he’s not you, and I think he’s a little jealous of what we have.”

“Really?” Peeta smiled.

Katniss nodded. Her hands moved up his forearms. “You’re why we fought.”

“I was?” Peeta got closer.

Katniss nodded.

“You haven’t spoken to him since Christmas Eve. I noticed he gave me a death glare.”

His face was so close to hers. “Gale and I fought. I told him I…I-” She didn’t get to finish her sentence because Peeta kissed her. She panicked momentarily because this was her first kiss.

Peeta pulled away. “I’m sorry. I just couldn’t help myself,” he whispered. His hot breath fanned her lips.

Katniss grabbed his shirt and pulled him into another kiss. This time her body tingled. She wanted more, and pressed herself to him, causing their faces to angle and the kiss to deepen. His hands gripped her knees right before they ghosted up her legs and around to her back, pressing her closer to him. A small groan escaped her lips.

His warm lips were soft, and better than anything she ever imagined. He tasted sweet and minty. She felt cherished in his arms. Katniss was glad she waited to have her first kiss. It was even better than the cheese-buns he made her.

Neither one heard the insistent knocking at the door. They blushed when they realized their food was there. Katniss wanted to melt into him.

“Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back,” Peeta said.

Katniss grinned, and her smile didn’t go away all night. As they ate, Katniss was glad there wasn’t any awkwardness between them. They were themselves. They laughed, joked around, and talked about silly things and serious things.

“You didn’t?” Peeta asked incredulously as he laughed.

Katniss was so relaxed and she couldn’t believe she confessed to stealing Haymitch’s prized knife.“Yeah, well you were away at camp and I was super bored.”

“In my defense, if I would have stayed here, I would have been a felon.”

Katniss swiped at his arm.

It was a perfect evening. As they left the bakery, he took her by the hand and pulled her close. They kissed once more. She felt those butterflies girls talked about in high school. She was still smiling when he took her home. She placed a chaste kiss on his lips, but it caused the butterflies to flutter in her stomach. When Peeta left, she floated to her room.

“So, how did it go?”

Katniss didn’t know how to describe how she felt or the craving she developed for Peeta’s kisses. Her face was her sisters favorite color.

“Good.” Prim nodded. “Then tomorrow night’s date is going to be a breeze. I put the dress in your closet.”

It was only after the door closed did Katniss realized Prim was making her wear her least favorite item of clothing in the middle of winter. As she went to sleep her phone went off and there was a text from Gale:

Gale: We need to talk.

Katniss gasped as below the text there was a grainy picture of her and Peeta kissing outside of the bakery.

#Springtime Edition 2018 #mega-aulover #prompt 107 #submission

[fereality-indy]

Wendip Week Day Two - Typical Pines Luck

I went a different direction with this story. 

Gravity Falls High School

Friday October 10th, 2014

 Man, the first couple of weeks here at Gravity Falls High have been fun. I’ve been able to spend a good amount of time with Wendy and the gang. I’ve got homeroom (English Lit) and lunch with Mabel, Biology with Wendy and Candy,  Creative Writing with Pacifica, Lee, and Tambry, French with Wendy and Grenda, Calc 2 with Wendy and Tambry, and Cooking with Grenda. Wendy, Nate, and Pacifica are in the same lunch as Mabel and I. That leaves me with one class where I really don’t know anyone, Conditioning. Being on the track team I felt I needed to take a athletics class to keep my stamina up during the off season.

The only down side is I seem to have attracted to attention of Allan Weems, one of the muscle heads who plays tackle for the Gravity Falls Grizzlies. At six foot two and approximately three hundred pounds of muscle, his size really is all he has going for him. The nose ring he wears outside of football games only adds to the reason he’s nicknamed Bull, mostly he has it cause he’s about as bright as one. He’s not an actual Gravity Falls resident, he comes from one of the little towns that are still in the county but lay just outside the valley. Hirschburg or Ritterton maybe.

 “Alright guys, you have ten minutes till the bell. Get in there and get clean. I don’t want any complaints from the other teachers.” Coach Doherty said after he blew his whistle to signal the end of the class.

 I stayed back as the rest of the guys headed into the locker. After I was certain that everyone should be mostly in the showers I head in and quickly get out of my gym clothes. Wrapping my self in my towel I head to the shower stalls and grab the first empty one. When I was done I dried off and rushed out to get dressed. Unfortunately Allan was waiting on me. Even worse, we were the last ones in the locker room.

 “So Dipwad, how’s my favorite tackling dummy?” he asked as he held something behind his back, as I got closer I realized it was my gym shirt and he had wrapped it tightly around his fist, “You know what, I really don’t care.”

 Before I knew what was happening he stepped close and punched me twice in the stomach. As I gasped for air he dropped my shirt over my head and started walking away.

When he got to the door he looked back and said “Well this was fun, let’s do it again tomorrow.”

 After catching my breath, I got dressed just as the bell sounded. Walking out of the locker I found Coach Doherty waiting on me.

 “You ok, Pines? Mr. Weems told me as he left that he thought he heard you trip on something as he left the locker room.” He asked as h saw me exit.

 Just my luck, Allan gave the Coach an explanation for why I took so long. Not really wanting to press the issue I said, “Eh, I just stubbed my toe is all Coach.”

 “Well I hope you didn’t break it. From everything I’ve seen so for I‘m looking forward to seeing you on the track this year.” He said as I headed towards the door.

 I stopped at my locker and traded out my morning books for the ones I’ll need after lunch.

 “Hey broseph, ready for the Friday meatloaf?” Mabel asks as she opened her locker. She had art the period before and still had some paint on the back of her hand.

 “I guess, it can’t be any worse than Stan’s mystery meat surprise.” I replied still holding my sore stomach.  

 We got our food and headed towards the table that Nate had grabbed. We were the last ones there as Wendy and Pacifica were already eating.

 As Mabel sat down she turned to Pacifica and said, “Oh man, Paz.  Did you hear what happened today in the Candy’s gym class? Apparently there was a big fight between two of her classmates.”

 “Yeah, I heard. Apparently Jimmy Holman found out that Marion Albert, his girlfriend, was seeing Aaron Holtz on the side. He just walked up to Aaron and punched him, ended up taking half the class to separate them. Someone said it looked like Aaron’s nose looked broken.” Pacifica said as she sort of picked through the food on her tray. She’s told me that she no longer cared about her food meeting a four star rating but she still was leery of school cafeteria food. Welcome to the club princess.

 “That’s what Candy said too. Though she said it looked like Aaron actually threw the first punch.” Mabel said around a spoonful of mashed potatoes.

 “Eh, either way they both got suspended.” Pacifica said just before it seems like hunger won out and she took a bite of the meatloaf.

 That there was one of the reasons I just took the punches earlier and didn’t fight back. Heck. He didn’t hit anywhere near as bad as Rumble, so there’s that also. But there is a reason that is even more important to me.

 “God, I hate it when guys fight like that.” Wendy said after she swallowed her bite of meatloaf. “This could have easily been handled by talking. And they’re fighting each other and are either wondering what her opinion of the situation is, I mean maybe she didn’t think they were exclusive.”

 And there is the most important reason I didn’t fight back. Wendy dislikes guys fighting.  And after we lost Robbie, I realized  just how short life can be and I decided I would follow my own advice from a couple of years ago and strive to be someone worthy of her love. That doesn’t mean I’m changing anything about me, it just means that I’m gonna improve the me that I already am. Oh shoot, Mabel is talking to me.

 “Huh?” was all I was able to get out as a response.

 “I asked if you were gonna finish that?” Mabel said pointing towards my less than half eaten tray and more specifically the chocolate pudding.

 “Oh, yeah. Here you go, take what you want.” I say as I slide the tray over to her.

 “Hey  Dip, you still coming over to work on Calc and Biology homework?” Wendy asked after Mabel snagged the last half of my meatloaf and the pudding.

 “Sure, I’ve even got The Monster Of The Cape to bring over to watch if we have time afterwards.” I say with a smile.

 "Sweet. We’ll have to rush through the homework then.” Wendy says with a smirk.

 The rest of the day went by like normal and soon Mabel and I were back at the house dad found on the outskirts of downtown.  I took a moment to look over Mabel’s homework while she got ready for a night with the gals. Pacifica, Candy, Grenda, and surprisingly Tambry are all gonna be there. I think Mabel is wanting to plan the baby shower.

 After I was done, her work was on par for her which means she’ll get a b plus at least, I grabbed my bag, the DVD, and a microwave burrito. I was just heading to the front door when my phone went off.

 “Hey there.” I said as I heard Wendy’s voice on the other end, “Yeah, I was just heading out. You’re where?”  

 I heard a knock echo through the phone and from the front door. When I opened the door there she stood.

 “Well since you’re ready I may as well come pick you up.” She said as a greeting.

 "I was gonna walk, but a ride with my best friend does sound great.” I said as I walked out the door. Once I was out I noticed something, her truck wasn’t there. Turning to her I asked, “Ok, if you’re giving me a ride where’s your truck.”

 “It never really was mine, Dad was just letting me use it. Marcus just got his license so dad is letting him use it now.” Wendy said as she shut the door and started heading towards the street.

 “Ok, if you don’t have the truck how are we getting to your house?” I asked looking around as I followed her, thinking that maybe she had borrowed the Mystery cart from Soos or something.

 “Well you see, when I got home Uncle Randy and his son Seth were there. At first I was afraid they were there cause dad was making plans to send me up to the logging camp next summer. But no, they were there to give me an early birthday and graduation present.” She said as we got to the sidewalk. We headed past our driveway when we stopped in front of a charcoal grey van. “Here she is, a seventy-nine WV Uberkreuzung Microbus. It was my Grandpa’s, then Randy’s, and now its mine.”

 “Cool,” I said as she unlocked the door. I hopped in as she ran around to the driver’s side. I unlocked her door for her and she climbed on in.

 “We need to stop and grab some snacks but then back to my place to study.” Wendy said as she turned the key.    

 We sopped at the store and picked up a couple bags of chips, a bag of puffed corn, and a case of Pitt. After that it was a quick drive and we made it back to her place. The homework was done in less than ten minutes and that was with me going over the definitions of an infinite series and partial sums twice to make sure she got them. But really the homework is just an excuse we use to hang out anyways. We then cracked open the snacks and tossed the DVD into her player. She then plopped down on her stomach while I leaned back on a backrest pillow I had bought and left here last year just for movie nights. Grabbing a handful of puffcorn settled in for a marathon of jokes about the quality (or lack of it) of the special effects.

 “Ok, that suit doesn’t even have matching seams. I meant look you can see the actors neck right there.” she called out as the ‘monster’ chase a hapless co-ed through a dock of fishing boats.

 “Ok, there are several potential weapons on those boats. I mean I see a spear gun laying on the deck of that one.  Why don’t she go for one. Or maybe even just get on one of the boats and hide in it’s cabin.” I added after I had taken a swig of Pitt.

 “They probably didn’t get permission from any of the boat owners. Hell I would be surprised that they permission to even film on the dock.” She said as she playfully swatted my stomach. Unfortunately I was still tender and I winced at the contact. Now Wendy is definitely no dummy and noticed something was wrong. “You ok, Dip? I barely touched you there.”

“Oh, it’s nothing.” I said as I tried to play it off. I did not want her worrying about me getting into a fight or worse her getting in trouble fighting him in my place.

 “Dip. We’ve been friends for a couple of years now, I know when you’re lying man.” She said as propped herself up with her right arm before sitting to look at me better. “And if it’s something that you feel like you have to lie to me, then I know it’s gotta be something big. You don’t lie to me. So what is it?”

 “It’s nothing.” I said as I tried to withdraw from her gaze.

 Not buying it she said, “Nope, something is wrong. Luckily for me I have learned of a weakness in your armor from Mabel for just this occasion.”

 Before I knew what was happening she was on me and began tickling me. She started under my arms but quickly worked down my sides. I started laughing and as my diaphragm contracted during a particularly loud laugh I again grimaced.        

 Seeing that she grabbed the edge of my shirt and lifted it. I hadn’t seen it myself yet, it looked like him wrapping his hand didn’t do much towards preventing a bruise from forming.

 “Dude, what the hell?” She yelled as she got a good look at it. “Who did this? Tell me and I’ll beat the crap out of them!”

 “That’s why I was hiding it, I don’t want you getting in trouble on account of me. Principal Reeves has been doing nothing but praising the turnaround you have made in the last couple of years and I don’t want to ruin that on my account.” I said as I tried to pull my shirt back down to cover it back up.

 She let go of my shirt and sat back up,  pulled her legs under her, and then leaned against the wall behind her. When was done she asked, “Please tell me you at least gave it to them as good as you got?”

 “No,” I said not looking her in the face.

 “Wait a minute.” Was her response. She followed up with, “What? Why?”

 “Don’t worry about it. I’m fine” I said almost feeling like I was twelve again.

 “Nope, I’m gonna worry about you man.” She said with a look of genuine concern, “Now why didn’t you fight back? Whoever did this couldn’t be worse than those two gnomes that found the growth crystals back in June. We kicked their tails.”

 I mumbled something barely audible.

 “What was that?” she asked as she leaned closer to me.

 “You don’t like guys fighting.” I repeated at a volume that she could hear.

 I started to get up before I felt her hand on my shoulder. She pulled me back down and turned me so I was facing her in one turn. “Yeah, I hate guys fighting for stupid reasons. Defending yourself is never a stupid reason.”

 She pulled me into a hug, “Dude, I want you to be safe. But next time this guy does something, defend yourself. I mean why else was Stan giving you and Mabel boxing lessons.”

 As I pulled back I got lost in her eyes again, they were so full of worry for me. A part of me wondered if there was something else there too.

 “I will.” I finally said as I realized how long I had been staring turning my head I saw that the movie was over. Looking down at my watch I said, “Man, I gotta get going. Mom and Dad want me home for dinner. Tell you what, keep the DVD here and we can watch it next time.”      

 I leaned forward and gave her another hug.

 When I let go Wendy said, “Do you really have to go. I was hoping we could get in another movie at least.”

 “Yeah, unfortunately the rents aren’t as forgiving as Stan is for coming home late.” I said as I gathered up my school books.

 “You want a ride back?” she asked as she slid off the front of her bed and turned off her tv.

 “Yeah, thanks.” I replied as I zipped up my backpack. “You’re working tomorrow, right?”

 “Sure, maybe we can hang after work tomorrow.” She said as we headed out of room.

 Mystery Shack

Saturday October 11th, 2014

 Well today has mostly been about organizing displays and placing some in mothballs till next spring. Soos did take one group out on a tour and should be back sometime soon, but really the season is over. I mean we may get some to come through for Halloween, but this is Oregon tourist season is over.

 I was dusting some souvenirs when I felt a large hand on my shoulder and heard a voice I was not wanting to hear, “Why Dipwad, what a pleasant surprise.”  

 He roughly turned me around and pushed me up against the shelves. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Wendy look like she was about to jump the counter. I waved her off just as he continued, "Well I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised. I mean a freak like you must fit right in with all of this junk.”  

 “Now you can call me names, but you best not insult the Shack.” I said as I for once push him back.

 It doesn’t move him much but it does seem to phase him. It seemed to crack his veneer of superiority, but he seemed to recover his bravado quickly. Glaring down at me he said, “Whatchu gonna do about it. The only good things in this pig sty is red over there and that cute lil sister of yours. Where did she go anyways, she was here when I got here. “

 “That’s it. Step outside.” I say as I once again pushed him. This time it moved him enough that I was able to start heading towards the door. Wendy was staring daggers at him as I neared. In a whisper I ask, “Is he coming?”

“On your six, but he just started moving.” she responded her gaze softening as she turned it towards me. “Is he the one?”

 “Yeah. There’s gonna be a fight, I’m not sure you’re gonna want to see this.” I said as I reached the door.

 She pulled a ‘closed for break’ sign out from under the counter and set it in front of the register. “I’m not gonna miss this.”  

 I found out later that she had pulled out her phone and sent a group text to Mabel, Soos, and the rest of the gang that read ‘Dipper about to confront a bully outside of Shack, fight probable’.

 As I made it outside I headed towards the grassy area south of the parking lot. Mabel was running out from behind the Shack carrying a stack of signs, the visible one read ‘Round One’. She made it over to where I was about the time Bull got out of the front door. He was followed shortly by Wendy.

 “So you’re fighting Bull. Man, what an idiot.” Mabel said as she saw who I was looking at. Realizing that what she said could have sounded like she was calling me the idiot, she clarified “Not you, him. It takes him forever to get something through his thick skull. He most have asked me out at least twice a week since school started and I’ve turned him down every time.”

 “Oh there she is.” Bull said as he realized Mabel had joined me, “Hey there cutie. How about after I beat the snot out of your brother, you n me go to Hermanos Brothers for a tray of tacos?”

 “Kick him where the sun don’t shine, broseph.” Mabel said as she backed away and headed towards Wendy.

About that time Soos showed up with his tour group. I recognized three other members of the football team and a guy that looked like he could be Bull’s dad.

 “This him?” I heard the older guy ask.

 “Yep, he’s my project this year. He’s got all the basics; weird name, class geek, smaller than me, crush on a girl out of his league, you know the works.” Bull said as he looked at his dad. And with that what hope I had that his dad would help out faded. At least it looked like he had shocked and maybe disgusted his fellow team members, “He's a push over. He hasn’t even complained yet.”

 “Then why is he fighting you now?” I heard his dad ask.

 “Oh, he’s just trying to show off for Red there.” Bull said throwing his thumb in Wendy’s direction. It was a good thing that Mabel was there to hold Wendy back or I may not even got a chance to have this fight.

 “Well he at least has some good taste.” Bull’s dad said as he took a look at Wendy, “And if looks could kill, you’d be dead son. I wonder if he isn’t reaching to far there. You ever try for her?”

 "Oh hell no dad, she’s a Corduroy. The whole family plays with axes like they were toys. That’s a crazy I’m not touching. She’s the one that dislocated Lorenzo's shoulder last year when he tried to cop a feel.” Bull said as he grimaced remembering the incident, “Now Dipwad here won’t last five minutes. He’s a wuss.”

 “You’re right, he isn’t much to look at. We’ll see how he is doing after this fight, maybe we can use him as a janitor at the farm.” His dad said almost pushing bull towards me. “Enough talking, go get him.”

 As he got closer I held my hands up and said, “Before we start I have to warn you I have a purple belt…”

 Before I could finish he rushed at me yelling, “I don’t care, we’re here to fight not talk fashion.”

 I side stepped him and brought my hand down across the back of his head, smacking him. This did nothing more than anger him, good an angry opponent is a sloppy opponent.

 We threw punches back and forth for a moment. I did my best to remember what my teachers’ taught me and kept my guard up to deflect most of his blows, all the while ensuring I landed mine. He still got me a couple times and I am gonna be sore tomorrow. Finally I got an opening. He threw a wild punch that I deflected, as soon as I did I brought my right knee up straight into his gut. After that connected, as he went backwards I snapped my right foot out and connected to his jaw. He fell flat.    

 “Do you give?” I asked as he went to get up.

 There was still fire in his eyes as he stood. He rushed towards me with murderous intent. I reached out and grabbed his collar, put my left foot into his stomach, and rolled backwards flipping him in the process. I gained my footing first and as he tried to rise I brought my left foot down on the back of his head knocking him flat. When he didn’t try to rise again I reached down and felt for a breath and checked his pulse.

 "You lil son of a…” His dad yelled as he tried to get to me, only to be stopped by the other members of his sons football team.

 “Just grab Allan and go Mr. Weems,” said the one I now remember is named Frank, I think he's in French with me. “And tell Allan not to bother showing up at the game tomorrow. We’re gonna report that he admitted to the bullying to Coach. He has a zero tolerance policy.”  

 “And we’ll just deny it, it’ll be your word against ours.” Mr. Weems said as he started towards his son.

 “Probably not dood, I’ve got like the whole thing recorded on my phone. Including everything you and sleeping beauty said.” Soos called from where he was standing with his phone aimed at Mr. Weems.  

 Wendy and Mabel rushed over to me as Mr. Weems gathered his son as he came to and got him to their truck.

 “That was great man, I knew you had it in you.” Wendy said as they both hugged me.

 “Way to go bro, glad to see the classes finally are paying off.” Mabel added.

 “Alright, not so tight you two.” I said as I winced from how sore I was now that the fight was over.

 Wendy remembered my bruised midsection and released quickly before asking Mabel, “Classes? I wouldn’t really call those boxing lessons Stan gave you and Dipper classes.”

 “Not those, but Dip did use some of those techniques today. I’m talking our kickboxing classes. We’ve been going since we were ten, but Dip here didn’t take them serious until we got back from that first summer. That’s why he only has his purple belt, I’ve got my brown belt.” Mabel replied as she backed off and got into a fighting stance.

 “Oh, so that's what you were trying to tell him.” Wendy said as she brought her arm up and settled it down on my shoulder. “I thought you were just trying to confuse him.”

 “It wasn’t my intention but it did seem to work out that way.” I said as I try to head towards the Shack, the next thing he knows he is being hoisted up on a uneven pair of shoulders as Wendy and Soos carry him towards the Shack. It seemed Mabel was already sharing the video Soos had taken with the rest of the gang who hadn’t made it to the fight. I wouldn’t be surprised if I hear from the Stans before the Weekend is over about it, too.  

 “Thanks guys but really, I’m good. I just want to get some ice on my lip and jaw and, if it’s alright with you Soos, find somewhere to collapse. The adrenaline is wearing off and I am sore.” I said as we got to the porch.

 As they sat me down on my feet Soos said, “Oh, sure dood. Go ahead and take the rest of the day off. You’ve earned it.”

 After a look from Melody, which carried some sort of mental message that married people seem able to do (I’ll have to investigate that later), Soos added “Hey Wendy, you have the most knowledge out of us when it comes to first aid, why don’t you take the rest of the day off too and take care of the Dipster.”  

“Oh yeah, Wends. I’ll cover for you if needed.” I heard come back from wherever Mabel was at.  

 “You don’t have to tell me twice. Sit right here and rest Dip, I’ll go grab the ice and then we can go back to my place and try to watch that movie again.” Wendy said as she help me to the chair Soos had placed by the gift shop’s entrance. Then she ran on into the shack.

 “You can thank me and Melody later dawg.” Soos said before he and Melody entered the Shack. And believe me I did.  

#gravity falls #wendy corduroy #dipper pines #wendip #mabel pines #soos ramirez #melody #Wendip Week 2018

[deeeelightfuldee]

surveyss 015.

WHO ... was the last person you saw face to face? gram

... was the last person you texted or messaged online? Ummm, Harrison? We were talking about health.

... was the last person who asked you for a favour? Kile asked me to respond to him. I came so close to doing it, but we are almost at a week without talking.

... was the last person you lent something to? Uhhh, probably my sister.

... was the last person who told you a secret/confided in you? Em

... is the tallest person you know? Nick. I think hes 6′5?

... the shortest person you know? Goodness... I don’t know.

... your oldest (in years) friend? My mom?

... is the oldest (in length of time) friend? Alix. Since i was 5.

... is your youngest friend? I’m the youngest of my group... so ...

... is your newest friend? Probably my school friends

... is your closest relative? my sister? nephews? niece?

... was your favourite teacher? Mom looool. Or in college I really liked Dr. T

... was your least favourite teacher? ugh. shelly?

... did you spend the most time with when growing up? scott

... knows you the best? kile

... always beats you in games or sports? probably nathan lol

... who is the most creative of the people you know? Thats a great question. maybe my sister.

... is the funniest person you know? EM. definitely a goofball.

... is the most organised that you know? Em. 

... that you know has travelled the most? Nathan travels a lot, roger has gone to so many countries.

... has always been there for you? Hmm. 

... has given you the most personal gift? Mike

... has an annoying laugh? Marcia

... never forgets a birthday? sawyer

...,do you have the most in common with? I really don’t know. I don’t share a ton of the same interests with anyone.

...is the sportiest person you know? devin?

...was your last missed call? I think my sister

...did you last open your door for? mom

... has your heart? sigh. I don’t think it’s wanted right now.

... has your respect? people who are honest 

...do you share a special song with? i got my first kiss to the song “my best friend” by tim mcgraw

...do you miss right now? kile andrew. I miss who i thought he was. I miss talking to him all hours of the day. He felt like an extension of myself... almost like we shared this secret life where we could just .. exist together. without him, I just feel like I lost part of myself.

...last made you angry? the hose.

...did you last buy a gift for? I got my mom and my brother and kile something on my vaca.

...did you celebrate your last birthday with? So kile spoiled me like crazy. I spent the day with mom and then at night, em, nathan, devin, and I got tanked lol.

...have you gone to a concert with? sister, janelle, uhhhh nicole

...can make you laugh? It is easy to make me laugh

...has taught you how to do something? Uhhhhhh, thats a very good question. Probably kile teaching me how to do a stats problem? 

...has lost something of yours? Uhh, not sure.

...has broke your heart? kile

...has stood you up? I haven’t been stood up

WHAT Is your favourite colour? blue

Can you do that most your friends can’t? memorize really well, deny bread, sign, talk neuro

Is your birthday? next weekend

Colour eyes do you have? blue with navy and gray

Form of transport do you take to work/school? typically the car.

Music do you like to listen to in the car? Oh goodness anything that I put on spotify

Languages can you speak? english. some spanish and some asl but not fluently

Was the last thing you drank? diet coke

Was the last thing you ate? trail mix

Time did you wake up this morning? I wake up all hours lately and just stare out my window or at the ceiling. Eventually I just give up and get up for good. I think today was like 5am

Colour are your bedroom walls? They’re kind of a mauve-y brown-y purple

Drink do you usually order when eating out? sometimes, not always.

Food can you cook well? I’m a great baker but I don’t cook all that often. Or rather I should say I am insecure about my cooking.

Animals have you had for a pet? Oh goodness. Dogs, cats, bunnies, chickens, turtles, pigs, horses, birds, parrots, fish, flying squirrels, lizards, ...

Are your initials? dls

Kind of activities do you like to do on the weekends? I like to play games, go on drives, see the world, see friends, window shop, idk

Movie do you know line by line? father of the bride, finding nemo, sleepless in seattle, youve got mail, something borrowed, how to lose a guy in ten days, made of honor, while you were sleeping

Band(s) have you seen in concert? I don’t remember all of them. relient k was one.

Do you buy/get to treat yourself? food or clothes lol.

Colours your phone cover? right now it’s like a teal color. 

Part of the world would you love to visit? switzerland. europe. 

Question do you dislike being asked? when are you going to be married.

Subject were you good at in school? science

Careers do your parents have? mom is a manager of a store and I’m not entirely sure of what dad does. I think he owns a company.

Brand of clothing do you buy most often? probably ON

Chocolate bar is your favourite? right now, probably uhmmm 

TV show have you watched every series of? tbh I couldn’t tell you

Radio station do you listen to the most? 99.5, 98.3, 103.5, 96.3, 

Podcasts are you subscribed to? I’m not the biggest fan of podcasts

Is your favourite dessert? anything mega rich

Can’t you do that most around you seem to? roller blade, skateboard, ice skate

Are 5 qualities you value in a friend? honesty, loyalty, kindness, consideration, humor

Are 5 qualities you value in a partner? honesty, loyalty, kindness, slow-tempered, loving

Size pizza do you usually order? goodness I havent had pizza in so long.

Cuisine do you like to order or cook? I suppose right now mexican

Colour(s) dominate your wardrobe? Black. I want to wear more colors I think I refrain because of drawing attention to my figure.

Toothpaste brand do you use? I think right now it’s crest!

Sounds can you hear right now? one of the most dear movies to me.. Serendipity. I think about this movie all the time in my current situation. Maybe.

Is the weather like today? Steamy. But I have been very comfortable in the AC tbh

Are your plans for tomorrow? I’m going to sleep in. Relax. Spend the day reading in the pool, trying to not think about my situation. 

WHERE Do you keep your phone when not using it? I used to always keep it on me, but now I’m trying to get used to leaving it in the other room or just leaving it at home so I stop obsessing.

Were you born? Palos.

Do you go to unwind? On a drive

Is your best friend right now? I’m not sure where Kile is anymore. Emily is likely asleep. Nathan’s probably out lol

Can you go nearby to have a good time? Tbh, I can be alone and have a great time.

Is the nearest restaurant? like 3-4 blocks away.

Is the nearest beach? There is lake michigan, indiana dunes, or lakes. depends what you fancy.

Did you meet your closest friend? kile and I met on CM. em and I met thru Alix. 

Did you go for your last vacation? Pigeon Forge, TN.

Is the nearest mall or superstore? mall would be orland. Superstore would probably be like a walmart or a target. 

Did you last get an injury? I screwed up my foot somehow so I’m trying to nurse that.

Is the most extravagant place you’ve stayed at? Hmm, probably when my sister would travel and we would stay in these exotic hotels.

Do most the local kids play? If you mean kids like 21 ish, there are some great local bars on Oak Park Ave

Have you been with your family? I mean, I’m going to need more detail in the question

Did you spend Christmas last year? home. Then the boys called for us to come over and see their new toys lol

Did your parents grow up? they grew up in roseland which is now a chicago ghetto lol

Did you buy the shoes you’re wearing? barefoot at the moment.

Would you like to go right now if you could? if I can be totally transparent, I would give anything to go sit on a park bench next to kile. 

Do you miss the most from your childhood? The innocent beliefs. the lack of trauma. 

Is the best restaurant you know? I donno, I’m fairly easy-going about restaurants.

Will you never go again as it was so bad? lol this local burrito joint

WHEN ...was your last vacation? two weeks ago. 

...did you graduate? this may. I really thought it would have been more exciting, but it was such a tragic time. 

...did you have your first kiss? on my 16th birthday

...did you learn how to swim? young. like 5-6? 

...did you have your first relationship? uhhhh 19.

...do you feel the most at peace? on a drive.

...do you usually fall asleep? I have no idea. I’m all over the place these days.

...do you usually wake up? thats a wide range of times.

...did you last watch a movie? i’ve been watching movies in bed all day. 

...did you last go to a party? yesterday

...did you last cry? today

...did you laugh really hard? I laughed yesterday. 

...did you buy something pricey last? my vacation I suppose. I really need to get new gym shoes because it has been a few years but man they are pricey.

...did you have an argument last? I haven’t argued this past week. I don’t know if I’m just worn down or if I have lost the fight in me? I’m not entirely sure.

...did you last have a sick day? donno really.

...did you last recieve a hug? I got about 400 hugs from the kids yesterday lol

...when is your best friend’s birthday? aug 16. april 20. march 13.

...did you learn how to drive? I refused to drive as long as possible. mom tricked me into drivers ed when I was about 18.

...did you last receive a surprise? umm.. I really don’t know.

HOW Many pets do you have? Two.

Many houses have you lived in? one

Often do you shower? once per day usually.

Well can you cook? I am mediocre at the moment.

Many close friends do you have? just gets smaller and smaller.

Many Brothers or sisters do you have? one sister two brothers

Often do you go swimming? I WISH all the time. tomorrow will be my first time in a long time. it’s hardly swimming cus its a small pool, but still.

Many times have you texted today? I’ve hardly touched messaging apps. I’m really behind on my correspondence. 

Do you like your toast (colour, topping)? I used to love it toasted with light butter and then pb

Do you like your tea and/or coffee? no coffee. I’m not huge on tea.

Do you like to celebrate your birthdays? typically the way I spent it last year. this year was supposed to be with Kile. For some reason I just glanced at the calendar and it had our weekend trip for march all highlighted. 

Are you feeling today? I’m ok. I mean, I’m not but it’s closer to being OK.

Serious are you about your career goals? I’m passionate about it.

Many rooms are in your house? 11 I suppose.

Many bedrooms in your house? 4.

Did you do in your school exams? I excelled at them. 

Close do you live to your parents? very close to mom. thousands of miles from dad.

Close do you live to your siblings? My brother is around the block. another brother is maybe 30 mins away. my sister is thousands of miles.

Sensitive to criticism are you? pretty sensitive. its a fault.

Motivated to make changes are you? quite motivated.

Creative are you (1-10): 5

Hard working are you (1-10): 11.

Sporty are you (1-10): 1

Musical are you (1-10): 0

Do you prefer your eggs? uhh, moms scrambled, over easy, or sunny side up.

Often do you go out to eat? like once a month.

Would your best friend describe you? I don’t really know. probably studious, the caregiver, patient

Can someone cheer you up if you’re sad? if they know me well enough. 

Often do you meet up with your friends? like 2-3x a month

Important is religion to you? faith is important.

Old were you when you first stayed overnight from home? like 5

Old were you when you got your first pet? I was an infant

Tech savvy are you? decent. not great but decent.

Do you show you appreciate those you care for? I learn what matters to them and I support their dreams obsessively. I research things that matter, I ask questions, I write cards, buy gifts, and just tell them.

Often do you cut your hair? I need to cut it. asap.

Often do you paint your nails? I’ve stopped painting my hands since graduation. I just .. i cant.

Many countries have you visited? 1

Boyfriends/girlfriends have you had? haha

WHY  ... did you choose your username? because it’s one I use

... did you take this survey? it seemed to have some decent questions. I’m trying to work through stuff regarding kile right now, so it had some opportunities. right now I’m wondering if he still reads these. It doesn’t tell me if someone does, only if they like or comment on it. what does it matter, I don’t know. my mind just swirls.

... did you choose the career you did? I had a professor who showed me a video during a neuro class on aphasia and it was a CLICK moment.

...did you last leave the house? running errands for the party

...did you last give up on something? I am in the process. I don’t want to. my whole body aches and screams not to let go, but my brain is recognizing it is time.

...did you search the last thing you searched? i was converting celsius to fahrenheit 

...would you give up on someone completely? I think sometimes I have this mindset that I can help. I can support. I can enhance your situation. I want to help you grow. I want to be there for it all. I think the reality is I am learning that not everyone wants that. I don’t know that i’m helping as much as I hope, and it destroys me to think I was maybe making his life worse. 

IF You could live in any country which would you choose? switzerland

You could choose any animal as a pet which one? cat or dog

You could be famous for something what would you like? I don’t know that I would want to be.

You are sad, how do you combat it? Right now it is sitting with the feelings of loss. I’m trying not to just blow over it or pretend it isn’t real, but to just let it suck as bad as it sucks. I don’t know. I don’t have any magic way of moving through the sadness.

You can drive when did you learn? when I was 18

You could have any job what would it be? I would want to be somewhere with little human interaction tbh.

You could go anywhere for a vacation where would you go? europe. 

You could eat anything right now what would it be? nothing. loss of appetite.

You wrote a book what genre/topic would it be? maybe a book of poetry. or a biography.

You had a theme song what would it be? that would take me a while to come up with.

You could meet any band/singer in person which one? harry connick jr.

You could act in any movie which would it be? I’m not sure I would

You get married what venue would you like? i think I would want to elope 

If you have kids do you have names picked out? I have names I like on a list.

Could describe your dream home what would it be like? farm. land. big ole porch with comfy furniture. lots of trees. a dreamy bedroom. i really want a window seat. You could go back in time what would you change? for the longest time I wished I could have gone to see John immediately. However, had I done that I would have left here and moved there and I wouldnt have the life I do now. So I guess maybe i dont really know.

Could use 3 words to describe your childhood which ones? the memories without my dad were extremely pleasant. My mom tried her best.

Could get the answer to any question which question would you choose? right now I’d want to know why Kile kept things from me. Like how do you wake up everyday OK with knowing I’m unaware. I wanna know what the plan was.. was he planning to meet me and just secretly break up with her? was he ever planning to move to me? Why did he never fight for me? how was I so easy to let go of? why wouldn’t he just break off what he was was “breaking off” to keep me? what was the alternative? keep us both?? why couldn’t he see how he was hurting me? why didn’t it matter? how does he just let go of me so simply and not c ---- but honestly I’ll never get those answers. I would probably be better off asking will i have my own family one day

You could have an endless supply of something what would it be? Money, because of course.

CAN ... you ride a bike? yes

... you ski? i want to learn

... you bake a cake? oh yes.

... you sing well? mediocre

... you do your own taxes? badly

... you remain calm in a crisis? extremely calm.

... you do first aid? like... bandaid level yes.

... remember your best friend’s family members’ names? almost entirely.

... you fire a gun? yes

... your parents drive? Yes

...your best friend dance well? probably not.

...you make people laugh easily? mom, yes lol

...stand up for yourself? if i get pushed enough, yes.

...you do a martial art? Nope

WOULD You like to learn a new language? absolutely.

Save the life of a stray animal? Absolutely.

Know what to do if there was a hurricane? sure, but it would be very very very very unlikely for me to need to utilize that sort of skill set considering I live in the middle of a loooooooot of land. Not coastal at all.

Try a new cuisine? yes

Risk your life for anyone? Yes.

You like to get back in touch with someone? oh boy. how i wish.

You drive in the middle of the night to get a stuck friend? Ina heartbeat.

You Know how to perform CPR? I mean.. vaguely.

You likely win in a game of chess? I promise you no.

You stop talking for a day for $100? happily.

[chuckaliclous]

Reddie prompt: The Losers walk in on Richie and Eddie in an embarrassing position.

okay !! disclaimer: i set every reddie fic to be when they’re 16/17ish just for my own comfort xx

“So, what’s the plan for tonight, Big Bill?” Richie obnoxiously bellowed in an accent Bev called an “English wanna be”. The Losers stood in the parking lot of the school, Bev and Richie sharing a cigarette. Bill, Stan, Mike, Ben, and Bev would eventually all pile into Bill’s mini van after Bev decided the cigarette was cashed and threw it to the ground, stomping the last bits of life out of it while Richie protested all the while. Eddie opened the passenger side door to Richie’s car. “C'mon Rich, I’m getting chilly and I do NOT want to catch a cold-” Richie cut him off by throwing his leather jacket over the top of Eddie with a thwunk.“There, shweetheart, all cozied up now?” Eddie tore the jacket off of his head and reluctantly put it on. “Suck my dick, Trashmouth!” He stuck his middle fingers proudly in Richie’s direction. “That’s for later!” Richie snorted as he laughed and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “Beep beep asshole!” Eddie shouted from inside the car. Bev smirked at Richie with one eyebrow raised. He pretended not to notice her and turned back to Bill. “Anyway. What are we doing tonight?” “Well, it’s Friday. So m-ma-movie night at my house?” Bill offered. The Losers unanimously shook their heads in agreement. Bev flicked the cig onto the ground despite Richie’s dismay and slid into the passenger seat of Bill’s car, followed by the others. Richie slunk down into the driver’s seat and turned on the heater for Eddie, feeling if the vents were warm enough and pointed at Eddie correctly. “See you at 7, Losers!” Bev sneered from her rolled down window as Bill peeled out of the parking lot.

“Richie, will you just pick a goddamn outfit so we can go?” Eddie asked impatiently, pretty much stamping his foot in the most adorably irritating way. “Yeah yeah, give me a sec.” He muttered, glancing in the mirror one last time before turning back to Eddie. “Let’s get jiggy with it, Eds!” He exclaimed, throwing his arm around Eddie and making his freckled face hot and red. He led Eddie out of his house and into his car, opening the passenger side door for him. “In you go, dearest!” Richie helped him into the car jokingly and Eddie crinkled his nose in disgust. But it wasn’t really disgust. It never was with Richie; but he would never give Trashmouth Tozier the satisfaction of knowing that. The short car ride to Bill’s house had Eddie fearing for his life, as he always did when Richie drove. He wondered why he even let Richie drive him anywhere. Richie’s car lurched to a stop in front of Bill’s house and Eddie clutched his stomach dramatically. “I’m gonna puke, Rich!” “Oh shut up, Kaspbrak.” Richie rolled his eyes and walked over to the other side of the car and opened the door for Eddie, which had become a habit at this point. Eddie sat still as stone in his seat, arms crossed and staring straight ahead through the windshield. Richie sighed dejectedly. “C'mon, Eds.” He murmured, lightly pulling at his arm. “Give me a minute so I don’t throw up!” Richie chuckled and Eddie saw a glint of mischief in his eye, a look Eddie knew all too well. He quickly pinned Eddie to the seat by straddling him. “Oh, sorry. Does this make it worse?” Richie grinned down at Eddie struggling to get up from under him. “Richie! It’s not funny! Stop it!” He screamed, wiggling under Richie’s weight. Although he was pretty skinny, Richie was taller than him and his lanky arms had a little fiery fight in them. “Take a joke Eds!” He laughed hysterically, beginning to tickle him mercilessly. He screamed. “Stooooop!” He yelled through hearty shrieking giggles. Richie finally stopped, stretching his arms out onto the seat behind Eddie, trapping him still. They paused. Their noses were almost touching and for a moment, Eddie saw something different in his eyes. He couldn’t place it. All he knew is he felt butterflies more than he’s ever felt in his life.Richie’s eyes bore into his as their breathing shallowed. It felt like for a second, time stopped. Everything around them suddenly didn’t matter. It never mattered; not right now. “R-Richie…” Eddie trailed off quietly. Richie took a deep gulp of air, like he was about to go underwater, then collided his lips into Eddie’s. Eddie’s eyes widened in surprise as his best friend kissed him, before eventually shutting as he leaned in to the kiss.Soon, the forceful kiss became millions of other kisses. Eddie didn’t know what was happening exactly, and Richie didn’t really know either, but he did know that he’d been dreaming about that moment since he was 13. “G-guys?” Bill’s voice called out in shock from across the road. They quickly tore away from each other and Richie shot up and out of the car. The other Losers trailed behind Bill on the front porch, eyes wide and mouths shut. Eddie stood up, slamming the car door behind him. “What movie are we watching tonight?” He asked casually, his face redder than a ripe tomato, trying as hard as he could to pretend that his friends didn’t just witness their little encounter. Bev tried to stifle a laugh and didn’t succeed. “The exorcist,” She choked out, trying not to crack up out of pure shock. “Alright my good chaps, what are we all standing around for?” Richie put on his half-hearted british guy voice. “Pip pip and tally ho friends!” He swung his arm around Eddie and skipped inside along with the other Losers. Richie had a knack for making awkward moments into eye-rolling moments, making the Losers forget about everything for maybe just a few seconds. But that moment… Eddie would never forget. Richie either. Just thinking about Richie made Eddie’s insides toss and turn, but in a good way. A way Eddie Kaspbrak has never felt before; not about a person. When he cried in 6th grade because his mom screamed at his P.E. coach that Eddie was just too “fragile” for it, in front of the entire class, he was mortified. And Richie had held him in his arms while he cried into his chest, running his fingers through his hair gently. He had felt it then. Or when Richie spit in Henry Bowers’ face, which resulted in a black eye, when he called Eddie a fag. He had felt it then too. Or when Richie wrote out Eddie’s notes for him every day when he broke his arm, making sure they were nice and neat like Richie’s were. Stan would have been proud. So, he guessed he had always felt it. But only for Richie. Which made him feel… uneasy? He didn’t know. Maybe he liked Richie; you know, in that way. Are you fucking crazy, Eddie? He thought. No, of course he could never have a crush on Richie. His best friend. How cliché could he get? Eddie snuck a quick glance at Richie, contently watching the girl on screen writhe and speak in tongues. Maybe he did like Richie. And maybe he’d have to learn to live with that, or at least try. Richie turned to Eddie unexpectedly, making Eddie gasp in a sharp breath. What are you staring at, asswipe?“ Richie snickered to himself while the other Losers ignored him. Nothing.” He shot back. But it wasn’t nothing. It was never nothing.

SORRY it was so long guys! what do you think, should i make this into a multi chapter fic? lemme know please! constructive criticism is so welcome❤️

#reddie #reddie fic #reddie fanfic #prompt #it #it 2017 #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #eds #trashmouth #richie #eddie

[johnhardinsawyer]

Feeling Comfortable and Being Comforted

John Sawyer

Bedford Presbyterian Church

12 / 6 / 20 – Second Sunday of Advent

Isaiah 40:1-11

“Feeling Comfortable. . .”

(. . . and Being Comforted)

One of the things that always strikes me as very interesting about the Covid-19 pandemic is that even though we have received some instructions from some of our elected leaders and scientists who study such things – like, do wear a mask and do not spend time within six feet of someone who is not wearing a mask – a whole lot of our behavior over the past nine months has been governed by how comfortable we feel.  There have been instances during the pandemic in which my wife or I or someone else will say, “I feel comfortable doing this,” or “I don’t know if we should do that – I wouldn’t feel comfortable.”  And, there seems to be a very wide range – a disparity – in terms of who is comfortable doing what.

Back in the summertime, our family was together in North Carolina and, because it was a hot day, we ended up eating lunch indoors at a little barbecue restaurant.  Now, I love barbecue, but that lunch was the first time I had eaten indoors at a restaurant since the start of the pandemic and I was uncomfortable.  The food was good – as was the company – but we were eating indoors and nobody was wearing masks.  For the next ten days – until I got a negative Covid test – I was uncomfortably worried about that lunch and what I may have caught (besides a slightly higher cholesterol level).  

There are all kinds of things that make us feel comfortable and all kinds of things that can make us uncomfortable.

When I read the passage of scripture that takes place right before today’s reading from the Book of Isaiah, I get an uncomfortable feeling.  You see, there is this king – Hezekiah – a fairly good king by most measures.  One scholar writes that Hezekiah is “remembered as one of the few good kings in the Old Testament.”[1]  He manages to hold off the Assyrian empire – a kingdom that had recently conquered and destroyed Israel’s Northern cousins.  But, in Isaiah, Chapter 39 – right before today’s passage, Hezekiah welcomes some visitors from an up-and-coming empire called Babylon.  And he shows them everything in his armory and the treasure house – full of silver and gold and spices, and precious oil.  “There [is] nothing in his house or in all his realm that Hezekiah [does] not show them.” (Isaiah 39:2)  Now, I’m sure that kings are able to welcome whomever they like whenever they like.  But, within several generations of this visit by the Babylonians to Jerusalem, the Babylonians come back and take it all.  The city is destroyed – including the Temple – the treasury is emptied, and the surviving people are carried away into exile.  At the time of the Babylonian visit, the Prophet Isaiah tells the king that this is going to happen and the king has a curiously selfish response:  “Well, Isaiah, it might happen to my children or my children’s children – but at least it’s not going to happen while I’m king.”  (Isaiah 39:8)[2]  “Their discomfort won’t be my problem.”

Reading Isaiah 39 is like watching a suspense movie where you are yelling at the character on screen to not open that one door or welcome that one person into their home – or the royal treasury.  But they can’t hear you.  And they might not listen if they could.  This is what happens, more often than not, to the prophets of the Hebrew Bible.  No matter how many warnings they give, nobody listens.  Nobody changes their ways.  And then God brings judgment upon everyone and only a remnant is left.

In today’s reading from Isaiah 40 – which comes one chapter and about 100 years after Isaiah’s initial warning to Hezekiah – the people of Israel are definitely not comfortable.  Their homeland has been conquered and destroyed and they are now sitting by the river in Babylon with tears in their eyes.  They are in the uncomfortable position of being strangers in a strange land.  They feel abandoned and forsaken by the God of their ancestors and they are wondering what good – if any – might come their way.

It is into this hard and uncomfortable place, where the God of their ancestors finally speaks and the first thing that God says is “comfort.”  God doesn’t just say it once, though.  God says it twice, which means that God really means it.  “Be comforted.  Take comfort.”[3]  “Find some hope and strength, I am coming to ease your grief and lift you up in the midst of your troubles.”[4]

Now, I imagine that these comforting words from God might have caught some people off-guard.  As one commentator writes, “For a grieving, futureless people, few words could be more surprising than. . .  ‘Comfort, comfort my people.’”[5]  

The author of today’s passage – who is sometimes called “Second Isaiah” and likely looked to the original prophet Isaiah as a mentor of sorts – is told, by God, to comfort God’s people and “speak tenderly” (Isaiah 40:2) to them.  For years, the words of the prophets have been harsh and accusatory:  “shape up and fly right, or else.”  But the people were never able to shape up or fly right.  And so, for some reason, God is now offering something different. . .

As Old Testament scholar, Walter Brueggemann, writes, it’s almost like,

. . . the hurt of exile [has] reached deep into Yahweh’s pathos [the Lord’s own feelings of grief], touching and mobilizing unrecognized measures of love and unknown, unacknowledged depths of compassion that heretofore have been completely unavailable to Israel, and perhaps to Yahweh.  What is clear is that Israel’s life after exile, and Israel’s status as Yahweh’s partner after rejection, are made possible only by Yahweh’s inexplicable turn toward Israel.[6]

In other words, the Lord sees the people’s suffering and turns toward them.  It’s almost like what the Lord does when the people are slaves down in Egypt – sending Moses to go and liberate them.  But in today’s passage, there is this idea that instead of sending someone like Moses, God – God’s own self – is going to liberate God’s own people.  According to Second Isaiah, when God comes, there won’t be anything standing in God’s way.  The voice of the prophet cries out:

“Prepare a highway through the desert – a road that will lead God straight to God’s people, a smooth road with no hills or valleys, so that God will arrive sooner.  And when God gets here, everyone everywhere will see the glory of God.  The ‘honor and splendor and abundance’[7] of God will be revealed.”[8]

This hopeful promise comes to God’s people – and to us, too – in our exiles of frailty and fear and death and grief as people struggling to survive by the waters of Babylon and struggling to survive during a surging pandemic.  The realities of our human condition are not lost on God.  As Isaiah says, “all people are grass, their constancy is like the flower of the field.  The grass withers and the flower fades. . .” (40:6-7) and so do we. . . so will we.  Being human can be so hard. . .  And this hard truth is always staring us in the face, whether we are literally in exile or are in an exile of our own making.  And because this truth is so hard – so uncomfortable – is there anything that we wouldn’t do to make ourselves feel more comfortable?  Is there anything we wouldn’t buy – whether we can afford it or not – to just feel a little more content?  Is there anything we wouldn’t do – whether it means disrupting our own family or church or nation – just to avoid having uncomfortable conversations or being around “those” people (whoever “those people” might be)?  Is there anywhere we wouldn’t try to go – from the suburbs to the exurbs – to try to feel more secure so that discomfort is someone else’s problem?  It doesn’t take too long to realize how easily our own comfort becomes an idol that we worship and try to appease.  But God doesn’t take too kindly to idols and today’s passage makes me wonder if God is sometimes willing to allow our own exile and discomfort until we realize that the only place of true comfort is wrapped in God’s loving arms.

What if God isn’t as much interested in us feeling comfortable as God is in comforting us?  What if God’s turning toward us in the person of Jesus Christ is a sign of God’s true nature – God’s true character – that of a loving, caring, comforting shepherd who wraps us in the arms of the Holy and says, “Do not fear! (40:9) I am on the way to bring you comfort and peace.  This is good news that you can shout from the mountaintops.”

In this season of Advent, we watch and wait for the good news of the One who will be born among us and will come to reign in power and make things on earth as they are in heaven.  The great and loving power of God is on the way, gathering a scattered people together like a shepherd gathers the lambs in his arms, carrying us close to God’s own heart, and feeding us with God’s very self in the bread and the cup.  In Jesus Christ, God turns toward us again and again and reminds us again and again that no exile is forever – but the “word of our God” (40:8) – the Word that became flesh and lived among us – “will stand forever.” (40:8)

If there is any Word that God offers to us again and again it is a word of true comfort – not that we will always be comfortable, but that we will always be comforted.  And if there is any task – any ministry – to which you and I are called, it is one of comfort – not our own comfort, but bringing God’s comfort to the world in such varied and faithful ways that “all people shall see it together.” (40:5)

May all the world see and know God’s comfort in us and through us.  May we trust that God is on the way.

In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.  Amen.

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[1] Watson E. Mills, ed. Mercer Dictionary of the Bible (Macon:  Mercer University Press, 1990) 379.  “Hezekiah,” James C. Moyer

[2] Paraphrased, JHS.

[3] F. Brown, S. Driver, and C. Briggs, The Brown-Driver-Briggs Hebrew and English Lexicon (Peabody:  Hendrickson Publishers, 1997) 637.

[4] Webster’s Ninth New Collegiate Dictionary (Springfield:  Merriam Webster, Inc., 1988) 263.

[5] David L. Bartlett and Barbara Brown Taylor, ed. Feasting on the Word – Year B, Vol. 1 (Louisville:  Westminster John Knox Press, 2008) 29. “Exegetical Perspective” – Kathleen M. O’Connor.

[6] Walter Brueggemann, Theology of the Old Testament: Testimony, Dispute, Advocacy (Minneapolis:  Augsburg Fortress, 1997) 440.

[7] Brown-Driver-Briggs, 458-459.

[8] Isaiah 40:3-5 – Paraphrased, JHS.

[a-demon-within]

Full name

Ichiro Kazue

Preferred name/nickname

(For Ichiro) - Ichiro is just fine.

(For Kazue) - “that asshole”, “dick”, “jerk”, anything negative and directed towards him specifically.

Generally referred to as

(Ichiro) “Ichi”.

(Kazue) “Kaz”

Appearance.

FACECLAIM: I only have a faceclaim for Ichiro for now, and I doubt there’s an accurate looking bunny monster from a movie that looks exactly like Kazue.

Anyway, Ichi’s faceclaim is Takeru Satoh, or Satoh Takeru. I don’t know which way his name goes because he’s one of Japan’s hottest young men.

SEX: Male HEIGHT: (Ichiro) 5′4                    (Kazue) Around 6′8 to maybe around 7′1 WEIGHT: (Ichiro) 130.5 lbs             (Kazue) 168.4 lbs BUILD: Both are pretty toned and slim. HAIR: (Ichiro) His black hair is usually about shoulder length long, for a male. He doesn’t really groom himself, so it’s usually messy. But it’s still nice to touch, because of the shampoo and conditioner he uses.

(Kazue) He is covered head to toe in black and brown fur, like that of a rex rabbit. It sticks outward instead of inward, creating a nice blankety feel through the fingers. Very warm, despite his crude personality! SKIN: (Ichiro) Has a beautiful shade of peach skin that’s very soft to the touch. Not as soft as Kaz’s fur, though!

(Kazue) Nobody knows what his skin is like under his fur. EYES: (Ichiro) He has almond-shaped hazel eyes. They have a curious, almost child-like glint about them...

(Kazue) Red, glowing eyes. The pupils are that of a lizard’s slits for pupils when he’s pissed. Any other time, however; they just look like glowing red rabbit eyes. MOUTH: (Ichiro) He has a model’s lips. Like, someone would pay to have his lips... And he has them naturally. His teeth show little damage, implying that he probably had braces growing up.

(Kazue) I don’t know much about a rabbit’s lips but the teeth? Buck teeth with herbivore incisors along the sides. NOSE: (Ichiro) He has a small, defined nose with little openings. It flares out bigger when he gets mad.

(Kazue) A cute flat, twitchy rabbit nose that you’d just LOVE to boop! ...He wouldn’t like that though. HANDS: (Ichiro) Small, delicate hands. They’re very soft to touch under his gloves.

(Kazue) Medium-sized fluffy hands that have sharp bunny claws at the fingertips. FEET: (Ichiro) He has tiny feet.

(Kazue) He has huge rabbit feet, they are the back ones I’m talking about that he stands on. SCARS: Neither of them have visible scars... OTHER FEATURES: (Kazue) He has huge ears that help keep him cool. OTHER NOTEABLE FEATURES: [Optional - anything you need to mention that isn’t covered by the above.]

Speech.

VOICECLAIM: (Ichiro) I’m just going to pick Takeru Satoh as his voiceclaim for now.

(Kazue) Eddy’s voice from Ed Ed’n Eddy uh Actually I feel like Meta Knight’s voice actor for Hoshi no Kaabii fits him better as a voiceclaim. ACCENT: (Ichiro) That classic Japanese accent, but it’s slowly being replaced by something more... Southern, since he’s living in New Mexico. VERBAL TICKS: Neither of them have those. Ichi used to stutter because he was still learning English, but he’s better now. LANGUAGE: (Ichiro) Japanese was his first language so he’s quite fluent. English is his second language, and he’s doing quite well with his fluency.

(Kazue) He can learn how to speak any language, just by listening to people around him. ARTICULATION: (Ichiro) He mixes basic with intermediate words as his dialect.

(Kazue) He likes using difficult words. EDUCATION: (Ichiro) He uses short words when it comes to English, but for Japanese he’s very educated.

(Kazue) I don’t know. Do demons go to school? LAUGHTER: (Ichiro) He has a cute giggle that lasts for a few seconds.

(Kazue) Depends on whether or not he wants to be creepy or diabolic. If he wants to be creepy, he will start giggling like a stereotypical yandere does. If he’s being diabolical however, he laughs hard. GRUMP: (Ichiro) Nope.

(Kazue) Of course he does when things don’t go his way. He is evil, after all. BREATHING: (Ichiro) He gasps when startled.

(Kazue) His breathing is pretty quiet. You know, like a rabbit’s.

Mannerisms.

FACE: Both of them are very expressive. HANDS: (Ichiro) He doesn’t really use his hands that much to explain anything.

(Kazue) Uh... He flips people off when angry? LEGS/FEET: I don’t think either of them do that. EMOTIONAL OUTBURSTS: (Ichiro) He controls his emotions pretty well.

(Kazue) Yes. He is very moody. He tends to react violently. HABITS: Not that I know of. POSTURE: (Ichiro) He tends to slump. Sometimes he wakes up with back pain...

(Kazue) I don’t really know.... SITTING POSTURE: They both like to sit with their legs far apart. PERSONAL SPACE: Depends on who it is really.

Personal.

INTROVERT/EXTROVERT?: They’re both introverts. OPTIMIST/PESSIMIST: (Ichiro) Optimist.

(Ichiro) Pessismist. GENDER: They’re both male. SEXUALITY: (Ichiro) Gay.

(Kaz) Is uninterested so please stop asking. ROMANTIC: (Ichiro) Of course he’s romantic.

(Kazue) NOPE.KAZ BAD HABITS: (Ichiro) He stutters very lightly when anxious.

(Kazue) He’s a dick all the time. Isn’t that a bad habit? TRIGGERS: (Ichiro) Being called yellow or being discriminated against just because he’s Asian.

(Kazue) He IS the trigger.

The Past.

PARENTS/GUARDIANS: Ichiro used to, up until when he moved to America. His father cut him off completely from calling his family once he left, and he hasn’t heard from them since.

ROMANCE: (Ichiro) Loyalty and cuddles is what he wants in a partner.

(Kazue) BAH! Who has time for romance?! ENEMIES: (Ichiro) Anyone whom is excessively rude to him all the time could be his enemy.

(Kazue) Everything is his enemy. RESPECT: They will still respect their enemies, up until when the situations BEG for the disrespect.

Interactions.

MINGLING: (Ichiro) He’s not that good at meeting new friends.

(Kazue) He does anything asshole-ish enough to make others hate him. TEMPER: (Ichiro) Very patient.

(Kazue) Impatient. But consistent. EMPATHY: (Ichiro) He is very empathetic.

(Kazue) Mmmmm... Not really... But then again he doesn’t give two fucks about anything except experimenting. ETIQUETTE: (Ichiro) He always does his best to stick to being polite to everyone.

(Kazue) He is always intentionally rude and mean. RESPONSIBILITY: Yes. SELF ESTEEM: They both stick up for themselves pretty well. CONFIDENCE: NOPE. HONESTY: They both do their best to speak the truth and nothing but the truth. PRAISE: (Ichiro) He loves compliments.

(Kazue) He shrugs the compliment off and asks for an insult instead because he finds insults more entertaining. FAILURES: [Is there anything they do that makes people annoyed or irritated?] CRITICISM: (Ichiro) He tries to improve whatever was being criticized.

(Kazue) He loves insults. He won’t bother to change either. An asshole. INSULTS: (Ichiro) Doesn’t take them very well. He will try to insult the person or people back.

(Kazue) He LOVES insults. FLIRTING: (Ichiro) He’s okay at flirting.

(Kaz) He does not flirt. He’s more interested in experimenting than wasting his time with stupid crap like that. ATTENTION SPAN: (Ichiro) Yes, he tries but he gets kind of bored easily.

(Kazue) He can focus for hours at a time, maybe even days at a time. Incredible. SITUATIONS: Neither of them are good at dealing with social situations, but Kaz is better at the manipulation game than Ichi is.

Life.

CAREER: They both have careers in the medical field at Teufort (unless otherwise specified). COMBAT SKILLS: (Ichiro) He is mediocre at hand-to-hand combat. He prefers healing and dropping Ubers on teammates who need it, really...

(Kazue) Really good at hand-to-hand/Bonesaw-to-face combat. DAILY LIFE: They both cope well when it comes to their daily lives. INDEPENDENCE: (Ichiro) Honestly if it weren’t for Kazue’s presence, Ichi would probably struggle a hell of a lot trying to be independent.

(Kazue) Very independent. COOKING: (Ichiro) He can cook a huge variety of Japanese dishes.

(Kazue) I’m not sure. CLEANING: They’re both very tidy. DRIVING: (Ichiro) Has a driver’s license for both Japan and America.

(Kazue) Doesn’t drive and doesn’t really understand vehicles. MARRIAGE: Neither have been married in the main verse yet. LAW: (Kazue) The list of crimes is too long to explain. COURT: (Kazue) Yes. He’s had inhumane human experimentation/modification charges against him with attempted murder charges. Such a long list. PRISON: (Ichiro) Yes, due to Kazue possessing him and doing horrible crimes. He woke up in the cell incredibly confused.

(Kazue) Of course. He’s ended up causing Ichi to go to jail countless times. His crimes were usually attempted murder, inhumane human modification charges, public indecency, lying under oath... The list is too long to recall right now. MEDICAL: They are both skilled at doctoring themselves. ILLNESS: (Ichiro) High functioning autism.

(Kazue) General Assholery Syndrome? WORRIES: Of course. PEACE: (Ichiro) He loves when it’s quiet.

(Kazue) He causes chaos intentionally, he enjoys being a loud motherfucker. PARTYING: Not really. HOBBIES: (Ichiro) He likes to drink green tea, cook traditional Japanese meals and watch the birds.

(Kazue) He loves to experiment. Most of the experiments are inhumane.

TAGGING...

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and whoever else wants to do this.

#character meme

[ts1989fanatic]

Get too know me better:

Thanks @alltoomatty and @gray-rose13 for the tag ❤️

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[jorvik-gazette-archive]

High-school Au

@ssohighschoolau

Full Name: Willem Popricof Darkkenhill

Nickname: Will

Age: 20

Gender: Intersex

Place of Birth: Meander Village, Jorvik

Birthday: 6/9/19??

Currently living in: Firgrove 

Occupation: Unemployed, but wants to get a freaking job

Sexual Orientation: Bi? Pan? Poly? Ar0? Uhh...

Social Status: The social outcast

Relationship Status: Single

Druid Circle: None

Classes : English, History, Drivers ED, Health, Theater Arts, Western Riding, Gym, English Riding

Sports/Clubs: Baseball, Art Club (Spies on Soul riders and Dark riders) 

Pet(s): Ragdoll cat Pearl, Collie Dog Siri

Appearance

Height: 181cm

Weight: 82kg

Skin color: Pale 

Hair style: Oily bun hidden under black beanie 

Hair color: Dirty blonde

Eye color: Grayish blue

Distinguishing Features: Randomly appearing glasses, tired and reddish eyes, right eyebrow has scar, has ear piercing plugs, scar on neck, ring finger has ring on it

Preferred Clothing: 1 2 3 4 5 

Accessories: Ring

Health

General health: Bad. Just awful 

Posture: neutral 

Any physical illnesses?: Limbing right leg

Any mental illnesses?: Depression&Anxiety 

Take drugs?: Legal

Smoke?: Only when extremely anxious 

Conversation

Way of speaking: Stuttering, missing words, coughs a lot while speaking. Uses black humor too much, even without noticing it. 

Common conversation starter: "Uhhhhh..... Hello”

Swears?: Tries to not, fails at it badly

Made-up words?: “Bun-crumb-shepherd-dogs-cocks”  Example: “you look like bun-crumb-shepherd-dogs-cocks™” “Oh Bun-crumb-shepherd-dogs-cocks, I did it again”

Made-up language?: Cut-up-english. Example: “wha?”= What did you say/mean/do? “Out, now”= I have to exit these halls and get outside immediately. Some of you may come with me but I suggest that you don’t follow me.

Likes/Dislikes

Likes: painting, music, playing instruments, hang in school’s music classroom, friends,animal, bugs, horror stuff(movies, comics music. etc) nature, hiking, mountains, outer space, galaxies, supernatural happenings, ink arts, tattoos, running, games, stones. Autumn and winter

Dislikes: teachers, being bullied, cluttered classrooms, depression, themselves, THE SCHOOL MASCOT, spring and summer time, 

Hobbies

Hiking in Jorvik, sometimes does not even come to school because of it. Playing instruments after school or just hanging in Stables. While Alma goes riding, Will just is there and pets horses and other animals in there, even wants to help with animals. Oh yeah, and sleeping.

Habits

Neurotic coughing, closing eyes without felling asleep.(eyes are too tired), black humor™

Strengths/Weaknesses

Strengths: physical pain won’t be a problem sometimes, immune to poisons and gases, 

Weakness: physical pain will be a problem sometimes, random mental breakdowns, allergies in summer and spring, food allergies that are really bad

Skills/Abilities

Can ride a horse (even tho the hip problem), when playing sports, does not care if hurts themselves, random psychic powers

Secrets

Has many, and won’t tell. Some of them aren’t even their but still keeps them.

Fears

Teachers, never getting back to real home. Crescent moon time, large groups of humans. 

Dreams/Goals

Get a job so can move back to Meander village.

Favorites

Food: anything that isn’t fresh (might be allergic)

Color: green and Brown

Animal: Raccoon dog and platypus

Number: 999

Holiday: none

Season: Autumn 

Time of day: Dusk

Thing to watch: animations or documents 

Movie: Hebi ni piasu

Show: Casuality 

Type of art: Tattoo 

Genre of music: way too many to chose.

Genre of shows: thriller

Genre of movies: horror

Personality

Will is a loner but can hang with people. Only reason they come to school is because of the huge music classroom that is in the second floor and of course, free food. Will might sound rude, but in the heart, is actually more kind that people know. On art club, won’t shut up about Johan Egerkrans’s art style.

Relationships

Family: Mom, baby brother Arthur, younger sister Alma, Bigger sister Tanja 

Love interest: None

Friends/Allies: Anyone who says that is Wills friend, is Will’s friend. Will is too awkward to call someone as their friend so they wait that someone drops the F-bomb 

Enemies: sometimes feels like the whole world is against them 

#sso highschool au #there we go #this took way too long #but oh well

[heretic-altias]

High School AU Form - Dunya Salter

Character AU Outline :

Full Name: Dunya Salter

Nickname: Garnok

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Place of Birth: N/A

Birthday: August 1

Currently living in: Jorvik City

Occupation: She has no job

Sexual Orientation: Lesbian (but she honestly doesn’t always understand human emotions so she might not quite understand the difference between orientations. She mainly says she’s lesbian because that’s the kind of relationship she’s in atm. 

Social Status: Only really talks to Dark Core people and Lea. The rest she often acts like she’s better than them. 

Relationship Status: Dating Lea

Druid Circle: Dark Core

Classes (Choose 8 Classes from Below, 3 of which are academic):

Math, English, History, Science, Gym, English Riding, Horsemanship, Drivers Ed

Sports/Clubs: Mounted Archery (she thinks she can use it to kill people but she won’t say that out loud), Dark Core

Pet(s): Copperclash, her horse

Appearance

Height: 5′4

Weight: 

Skin color: White 

Hair style: the spiky one in sso that you can choose at the start

Hair color: black

Eye color: red

Distinguishing Features: well bright red eyes are probably pretty distinguishing, tends to not understand basic human things sometimes. 

Preferred Clothing: her black leather jacket with a red shirt underneath, black jeans, and tall black boots

Accessories: wears mask she stole from the acting club whenever she commits a crime. otherwise none

Health

General health: good

Posture: normal

Any physical illnesses?: no

Any mental illnesses?: other than complete evil? no

Take drugs?: sometimes because they have no effect on her, mainly to trick others into taking them thinking they’re duds

Smoke?: sometimes just because the school has a rule against it

Conversation

Way of speaking: speaks almost like she’s from a different time period

Common conversation starter: Ignores people or laughs unless it’s one of the few people she talks to

Swears?: Whenever she’s angry. So a lot.

Made-up words?:

Made-up language?:

Likes/Dislikes

Likes: committing murder (lea tends to coax her out of it most of the time), fighting people, fire, Copperclash, world domination, ditching class, breaking rules or laws just because she can. 

Dislikes: overly happy people, socializing with anyone other than her evil group, going to class (other than horse + gym classes), rules, etc

Hobbies

only “normal” hobby is probably riding. Beyond that it’s all criminal activity, and plotting world domination

Habits

Gets angry really easily, tends to ditch all classes except for the two horse classes and gym, tends to break rules, fight people she doesn’t like, loves lighting things on fire (probably has blown up the chem lab once or twice, or set the school on fire to get out of a test), constantly says things to people to anger them

Strengths/Weaknesses

Strengths: her magic, mainly fire, fighting people, getting away with things

Weakness: fear of water, lack of understanding human emotions

Skills/Abilities

dark magic, right now she mainly uses fire but she can slowly gain more power as time goes on. Also good at fighting.

Secrets

SHE IS GARNOK

Fears

water, though she refuses to admit it

Dreams/Goals

world domination

Favorites

Food: fish

Color: black and red

Animal: horse

Number: 666

Holiday: Halloween, because she loves terrifying people. 

Season: Winter, everything is dead

Time of day: night

Thing to watch: anything where people die

Movie: none specific

Show: none specific 

Type of art: i dont think she ever bothered to look at any

Genre of music: heavy metal

Genre of shows: refer to thing to watch

Genre of movies: ^^

Personality

well she’s evil, and literally garnok. So naturally always provokes people, especially soul riders and druids

Relationships

Family: doesn’t technically have one, is garnok reincarnated

Love interest: Lea

Friends/Allies: Lea, and anyone from dark core

Enemies: soul riders, druids, and she also tends to dislike almost everyone other than her friends

#star stable #sso high school au