#so ya alex is right she already committed a crime

[weirdcursedvaultkid]

I permit merula to commit a crime without consequences

hey alex remember when merula almost killed you

#ig she did get away with it #so ya alex is right she already committed a crime #doodles #vegasnyde #alex vega #i hope yall like my stupid doodles lmao

[universal-shenanigans]

Scarring Memories

((Took a break from updating the bog and co to put this chapter of the Mob AU out. Just so I can get into the mode of writing the storylines for the blog’s ACTUAL AUs.))

//TW: Slight mention of Ph*si*al A*use & P*nic A**ack

     Alexa, Alex, and Andrew had arrived back at their apartment. Although the complex and the others around it were decent, the area was still dingy and dark. The stench of trash, alcohol, and the cigars of the "local mobsters" took over the air like a toxic haze. As they climbed the stairs to their floor, they passed the halls that filled with assorted sounds. Televisions, children, animals, and the occasional rhythmic thumping. The trio reached their door and hurried inside.

     "Al, if you could." Alex nodded and loaded her pistols. She took a lap around the apartment. She checked every closet, under every bed, and behind anything that could even be considered a hiding place. When finished, she walked into the living room as she unloaded her guns. "We're clear."

     "Alright. Get ahold of Frankie and I'll call my dad. We need as many options as we can get to even get a step in the right direction."

     "Got it. Andy, could ya come help me out?" He nodded and followed her to her room. Alexa quickly grabbed her laptop from her own room and walked back to the living room as she waited for her father to pick up.

     "Hello?"

     "Hi daddy. I need your help with something."

     "Of course, Pup. Whatcha need?"

     "Alright, I need you to look up the ties Arthur and I had made when we were together. I’m also gonna need a list of our connections. Both of’em gotta be from most reliable to the least. Also, and this is optional cause I’m already asking for a lot and I don’t know if you really remember, it would help if you could mark who’s dead. Saves us a lot of time.”

     "Your mother and I are on it. I'll get it to you as soon as I can."

     "Okay. Thanks daddy. Tell mama I said hi. Love you lots."

     "No problem Princess, I will. Love you more."

     She put her phone away and sighed heavily. Running her fingers through her hair before typing away on the keyboard. Being the daughter of a very high-ranking mob boss came with its own perks. Alexa had access to previous records and files of various mobsters and the crimes they’ve committed over the years. It also helped that having had a previous relationship with Arthur, she had leeway on what she could access and keep on him specifically. She gazed at the laptop screen once she was able to pull him up. The first thing she saw almost acted as a warning sign:

CONFIDENTIAL

     Hesitantly scrolling past, his picture now plastered the screen. Arthur Bushell. The pages on him were extensive. The photos that littered the document made her stomach twist. As she searched through the file, Alexa found many incidents that she was certain were very new. Others made her breathing hitch as she gripped the bottom of her shirt. One incident made her abruptly stop her scrolling. The bruises, the gashes, cuts, and blood...the demented look in his eye as he looked at her. The photo caused her to let out a shaky breath and caress her abdomen. She could feel the reminders. Her heartbeat slowly increased its pace as she looked at each photo.

     "What the fuck are you doing?!"

     Hard to breathe.

     "Arthur, stop! Please!"

     The stinging.

     "One. False. Move. That's all it fucking takes Alexa..."

     The God damn ringing.

     Can't breathe. Stop. Please. Can't breathe. Can't breathe.

     CAN’T BREATHE.

     "I CAN'T BREATHE!"

     "ALEXA!”

     She jumped when Alex shook her. She quickly wiped her eyes and grabbed the bottom of her shirt to wipe the rest of her face. Her friend let out a heavy sigh and moved the laptop to the coffee table. Alexa was now visibly shaking, clenching her shirt and on the verge of hyperventilating. Alex sat down and wrapped her arms around her.

     "You’re okay. I’m right here, try to breathe slowly..."

     Alexa nodded, gripping on Alex's shirt. Her eyes wouldn't fixate on one thing. They moved constantly as she tried to relax her breathing. The ringing had slowly begun to stop. Alex's soothing voice did help a bit. But the thought of him-having control over her, touching her...she saw that as a fate worse than death.

     Brrring! Brrring!

     Alex answered, "Hello? Yeah, she’s right here hang on." She covered the phone and quietly asked her if was able to talk to her father. Alexa was still quite shaken up after her breakdown a moment ago, but she didn’t want to worry her father. Plus, it could be an update on the files they needed. She gave a small nod and Alex handed her the phone, “Yes daddy?”

     "Pup? Are you alright? You sound upset."

     She noticed that her breathing was still a bit heavy. Besides his fatherly instinct, it was kind of a dead giveaway. As it finally slowed down, she was able to answer clearly, "Yeah, I'm okay. Do you have an update?"

     "Yes. We’re halfway through the list and I’ll send it as soon as it’s finished."

     "Alright. Thanks again daddy."

     "Anytime sweetie, and you're sure that you're alright?" His worry still remained.

     "Yes, I promise I'm okay.” A lie.

     "Well, alright. I’ll get it to you as soon as I can. I love you."

     She managed to crack a small smile, “I love you too papa.”

     Once she hung up the phone, she dropped her head in her hands and sighed heavily. Alex rubbed her back softly, "Hey, maybe you should take a break. We know this is a lot."

     "..." She didn't say anything right away. Alex was absolutely right. This is a lot. Especially with everything she's gone through with the psycho. But she saw this as a chance. A chance she couldn't pass up. Too many things...too many people were at stake. Alex squeezed her shoulder to bring her back. She glanced at her friend and nodded. "Yeah...yeah I need a...a bath. Or something..."

     "Go ahead. I'll get Andy and we'll let you know about the rest of the list. But please, don't stress yourself out on this. We just, gotta be cautious and stuff, ya know?" She quietly nodded and pushed herself off the couch.

~

     Alexa laid in the tub, letting her face and hair sink in the water. The warmth against her skin was relaxing. Even it was for a moment. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She just needed to take a break. Breathe. Clear her mind as much as possible. But, she couldn’t help but run her fingers along the scars. The memories were starting to buzz around her head again. She could remember how loud she screamed before he...

     ...

     She took another deep breath. Push it down...Relax. Too much to do...

     She left the bath. Too much was racing around in her head to really try to relax. After getting changed, she walked into the living room and met with somber expressions on her friends’ faces. She gazed upon, worry starting to build inside her. “What happened?”

     “We got the list from both your dads...” Andrew said quietly. But she could hear a mixture of discontent in his voice. She looked at Alex, who was silent. However, she knew her friend long enough to know that her body spoke louder than her words. Alex whipped the laptop around and pushed it towards her. Alexa watched her pinch the bridge of her nose and let out a troubled sigh as she pulled the laptop closer. Not a good sign. She scrolled through the file and found...so many names. Way too many. Far too many with the same status: DECEASED. She wanted to throw the biggest fit at that moment. Scream, yell, throw things and punch holes in the walls. At least it would be something to get rid of the frustration that was building up. She took a deep breath, “...call ‘V’...”

#ask-the-rebel-the-nerd-and-friends #STORIES BY REN #Modern Mob AU #Alexa Vandus #Alex Vandem #Andrew Willis #mythologyvincent #robin thorne #tw: mention of physical abuse #tw: panic attack

[nothingisliteral]

Literary Agents Accepting Queries 2020

A note; these agents are according to my research as of June 12, 2020. To find more information on these agents, just look up their name and agency. How to query to these agents differ, so it would be wise to look into them more. Bolded is the categories, genres, and/or tropes that said agent is interested in. This list was put together by me, and it was only the agents who’s name start with A. Even though this is labeled as YA, many of these agents are interested in other genres.

* Adria Goetz (Martin Literary Management), Mill Creek, WA General fiction Suspense/thriller Fantasy/science fiction Juvenile fiction Religious

* Adriann Ranta Zurhellen (Foundry Literary + Media), New York, NY all genres and for all age groups, but has a penchant for edgy, dark, unusual voices, unique settings, and everyman stories told with a new spin. She loves gritty, realistic, true-to-life narratives with conflicts based in the real world; women’s fiction and nonfiction; accessible, pop nonfiction in science, history, and craft; and smart, fresh, genre-bending works for children.

* Adrienne Rosado (Stonesong Literary Agency), New York, NY adult and children’s fiction, as well as select non-fiction in the areas of pop-science, business, memoir, and humor. In both adult and children’s fiction, she is looking for contemporary, mystery, historical, thriller, fantasy, and anything with a wickedly dark sense of humor. She’s especially drawn to multicultural fiction, lgbtq+ works, and stories about people from atypical walks of life. She is not currently looking for poetry or children’s picture books.

* Agnes Carlowicz (Carol Mann Agency), New York, NY both fiction and non-fiction, with a special passion for literature that amplifies underrepresented voices and subverts the status quo. Among others, she enjoys: intersectional feminism, millennial self-care, female-driven memoir, true-crime, and humorous pop culture.

* Aimee Ashcraft (Brower Literary & Management), New York, NY busy seeking out stories that feature all-encompassing worlds and compelling female characters. She loves books that are told from an original point of view and are more addictive than a good Netflix binge

* Albert Longden (Albert T. Longden Agency), Bloomfield, NJ (AAR Member) General fiction, Mystery, Romance, Suspense/thriller, Fantasy/science fiction, Biography, Business/investing/finance, Sports, Paranormal (want writers that are preferably experienced and are willing to listen to productive critiques of their work)

* Albert Zuckerman (Writers House), New York, NY books in all adult categories, fiction and non-fiction. And lately I’ve been enjoying working with some YA and Middle Grade authors. I'm interested in working with a few more novelists, literary and commercial

* Alec Shane (Writers House), New York, NY mystery, thrillers (though he’s experiencing terrorist fatigue at the moment), suspense, horror, historical fiction, literary fiction, and middle grade and young adult fiction. He DOESNT want Romance, straight sci-fi, high fantasy, picture books, self-help, women’s fiction, food, or travel memoir.

* Alex Glass (Glass Literary Management), New York, NY General fiction, Mystery, Suspense/thriller, Juvenile fiction, Biography, History, Mind/body/spirit, Health, Lifestyle, Cookbooks, Sports, Literary fiction, Memoir, Narrative nonfiction, Pop culture

* Alexa Stark (Trident Media Group), New York, NY drawn to literary debuts with a unique voice and perspective, stories about dysfunctional friendships and families, edgy coming-of-age tales, character-driven suspense and thrillers, and fiction that delves into the surreal

* Alexandra Levick (Writers House), New York, NY Picture book author-illustrators, a wide range of middle grade and YA, and more speculative-leaning or genre-bent upmarket adult works. I’m committed to working with writers from diverse backgrounds and am looking to put forth a list of outstanding creators who will be able to provide windows, mirrors, and sliding glass doors (thank you, Dr. Rudine Sims Bishop) into all kinds of experiences. I’m particularly looking for own-voices stories about historically underrepresented characters, identities, and cultures.

* Alexandra Machinist (International Creative Management), New York, NY Commercial fiction Literary fiction Upmarket women's fiction Historical fiction Suspense Fantasy Young adult Middle grade

* Alexandra Penfold (Upstart Crow Literary), New York, NY specializes in young picture books, middle-grade fiction, and young adult

* Alexandra Weiss (Jennifer DeChiara Literary Agency), New York, NY contemporary, magical realism, and light SFF. I’d also like to see more rom-coms that make my heart feel warm. dedicated to representing marginalized creators and diverse books, including #ownvoices. I’m actively seeking LGBTQIA+, POC, gender fluid, neurodiverse, and disabled voices for all age ranges and across all genres.

* Alexis Hurley (InkWell Management), New York, NY domestic works in the areas of literary and commercial fiction, memoir, narrative non-fiction and more

* Ali Herring (Spencerhill Associates), Lakewood Ranch, FL I’m open to all YA: Contemporary, fantasy, sci-fi, speculative, horror, romance, issue books (though I have a few already on my list so not my top choice), etc. All the contemporary fantasy right now. Contemporary with a speculative element YA suspense/thrillers All the horror right now, or horror-bordering Anything with an edge Fun teen romance like To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before Vibrant Teen rom-coms Dystopian or failing Utopia/Utopian worlds (fresh government or control system in place or none at all) Near-future dystopian where the world is not cleaned up and pretty. I want a sense of the horror but without tons of gore. Bold unexplored settings

* Alice Martell (The Martell Agency), New York, NY Open to all/most Genres Excluding: Fantasy, Science Fiction.

* Alice Speilburg (Speilburg Literary Agency), Louisville, KY In YA Fiction, I'm looking for diverse retellings of classic stories, stories rooted in mythology, contemporary fantasy with magical/supernatural worlds alongside our own (but not necessarily "urban," rural & suburban magical systems could be nice). Across the board, I'm looking for an inclusive cast of characters, across gender, sexual orientation, race, religion, and mental health spectrums.

* Alice Tasman (Jean Naggar Literary Agency), New York, NY Alice's fiction tastes, for young adult and adult books, ranging from commercial, literary fiction and history to thrillers and suspense, and women's fiction.

* Alicia Brooks (Jean Naggar Literary Agency), New York, NY she is looking for Memoir, Narrative Nonfiction, Self-Help, Pop Culture, Literary Fiction, Commercial Fiction, YA Fiction, Mystery/Crime, and Historical Fiction

* Alison Picard (Alison J. Picard Agency), Cotuit, MA Adult fiction and non-fiction, children's and young adult NO: short stories, poetry, plays, screenplays or sci-fi/fantasy.

* Allison Hunter (Janklow & Nesbit Associates), New York, NY literary and commercial fiction, especially women's fiction, as well as memoir, narrative nonfiction, cultural studies and pop culture. She is always looking for funny female writers, great love stories, campus novels, family epics, smart beach reads and for non-fiction projects that speak to the current cultural climate

* Alyssa Jennette (Stonesong Literary Agency), New York, NY children’s and adult fiction and picture books, graphic novels, and select pop culture nonfiction. She values diversity and inclusion; in fiction she enjoys ensemble casts with distinct voices, stories about poor characters and communities, and formats that are specific to a story and give it its own context. Alyssa is particularly interested in art/art history/art conservation, archaeology, mythology, language/translation, and criminal justice reform

* Alyssa Reuben (Paradigm Literary and Talent Agency), New York, NY adult, young adult, and the occasional middle grade fiction as well as smart, platform driven, nonfiction ranging from pop-culture, lifestyle, cookbooks, and narrative to memoir. She gravitates toward voice-driven non-fiction presenting a fresh point of view and particularly loves novels with an edge or a great romance arc.

* Amanda Leuck (Spencerhill Associates), Lakewood Ranch, FL contemporary and speculative fiction that explore social issues, YA fantasy based in mythology across cultures, historical novels that spark my need to know more, characters with disability, chronic illness or mental illness - that doesn't necessarily drive the plot, #ownvoices, women and girls in STEM, romantic plots and subplots that surprise me, LGBTQIA+ characters, the intersection of science and religion, or magic and convention, where what is real is not clear, animal and ecological themes

* Amanda Rutter (Red Sofa Literary), St. Paul, MN Open to a broad Audience, including: Adults, Middle grades, Young adults. Fantasy. Science fiction.

* Amelia Appel (Triada U.S. Literary Agency), Sewickley, PA For YA, she is particularly interested in stories with a savvy protagonist and a slightly dark tone that deal with serious coming-of-age issues well.

* Amy Elizabeth Bishop (Dystel, Goderich & Bourret, LLC), New York, NY Fiction-wise, I'm interested in both upmarket and literary women’s fiction, mysteries, and fiction from diverse and underrepresented authors. I'd love more literary fiction from women of color. I'm choosy about my historical fiction, preferring it voice-driven and female-centric, focusing on the stories of those that history has largely chosen to not tell. [[A bit tuckered out from American Revolution, Civil War, WWII, and Vietnam War, so I'm not really looking in that space.]] I'm always interested in stories that are not set in Western Europe or the East/West Coast. I'd love to see more speculative fiction/light horror, though I'm not as interested in science fiction or fantasy in the adult space at this time. I'm also looking for a literary thriller/literary suspense a la THE TWELVE LIVES OF SAMUEL HAWLEY or BARBED WIRE HEART. In YA: would love a smart contemporary rom-com that isn't just boy meets girl in high school (or if it is, it has to be a seriously new story), a fascinating, creepy retelling in the vein of Carmen Maria Machado, and light horror. I'd love to find a multi-generational story and am particularly interested in the intricacies of family (and sister!!) relationships. I'm a sucker for stories that take place in closed environments (like boarding schools) and though I appreciate romantic elements, I'm also eager to see narratives where a happy ending for women isn't necessarily a relationship. #ownvoices, always, please. Anything with some serious creep to it!

* Amy Brewer (Metamorphosis Literary Agency), Kansas City, MO She’s seeking: Romances of all kinds; if your plot revolves around love or angst or both, send it to her. She is also looking for general fiction, LGBTQ+, women’s fiction, book club reads, and quirky humor.

* Amy Jameson (A+B Works), New York, NY loves children’s literature, and is actively seeking Middle Grade and Young Adult projects.

* Amy Rennert (The Amy Rennert Agency), Tiburon, CA General fiction Mystery Biography Business/investing/finance History Mind/body/spirit Health Lifestyle Sports Literary fiction Narrative non-fiction especially memoir and reportage

* Amy Stapp (Wolfson Literary Agency), New York, NY Mystery/suspense Contemporary romance Contemporary coming-of-age Historical fiction Southern Gothic

* Amy Stern (Sheldon Fogelman Agency), New York, NY Summer camps, boarding schools, reality television, kids who are in some way extraordinary, puzzles, puns. I really love stories that involve close family relationships that both enhance and complicate the protagonists' lives. I want to see more mental illness stories that aren't just about diagnosis and LGBTQIA+ stories that aren't just about coming out.

* Andrea Barzvi (Empire Literary), New York, NY General fiction Romance Suspense/thriller Juvenile fiction Biography Business/investing/finance Mind/body/spirit

* Andrea Somberg (Harvey Klinger), New York, NY Upmarket fiction (i.e., bookclub fiction) that has a twist or sheds light on an intriguing issue Novels that explore cultural heritage YA or Adult novels that are based on a true story from the 20th century YA contemporary love stories/romantic comedies Epic fantasy, especially ones set in a non-Western culture, military sf or space opera Magical realism for the adult, YA or MG market. YA and MG novels that feature diverse protagonists YA psychological thrillers MG mystery novels MG novels that are funny and are illustrated MG or YA novels that'll make me cry Nonfiction for MG or YA audiences Any novel with great characters and a compelling storyline Unique nonfiction

* Andy Ross (Andy Ross Literary Agency), Oakland, CA (AAR Member) narrative non-fiction, history, politics and current events, science, journalism, cultural subjects. We also work with literary and young adult fiction

* Angela Rinaldi (The Angela Rinaldi Literary Agency), Los Angeles, CA (AAR Member) I am actively looking for fiction commercial, literary, mainstream women’s fiction, multicultural, suspense, book club fiction – novels where the story lends itself to discussion.

* Anjali Singh (Ayesha Pande Literary), New York, NY Her interests are wide-ranging and include literary as well as popular fiction, young adult, women’s, African-American and international fiction. She is also seeking authors of nonfiction, including biography, history, popular culture, cultural commentary, and memoir. She is particularly drawn to distinctive, original voices.

* Ann Behar (Scovil Galen Ghosh Literary Agency), New York, NY searching for wonderful children's books, from picture books to YA, ever since. I am looking for anything that is beautifully written, with a strong, distinct voice and characters that come alive on the page. Ideally, a book should grab my attention from the very beginning and hold it there, and leave me thinking about it for a few days after I am finished.

* Ann Rose (Prospect Agency), Upper Montclair, NJ YA of all genres: But especially stories that have heart and humor. I want you to transport me to new worlds--even if those "worlds" are in the middle of Iowa. But especially if its fantasy, I really want you to take me there and show me something I haven't seen before. I'd love some fantasy that's based on something other than western cultures. I'm always looking for strong character who are willing to stand up for their convictions--whether it be with their brains or their brawn. Give me fabulous friendship stories (and some no so fabulous ones). LGBTQIA+ stories!!! I'd still really love a story where two girls are running against each other for class president and then they fall in love. In both YA and MG I don't shy away from stories that deal with issues kids are dealing with today. I will say, if you are going to discuss topics like suicide make sure you've done your homework--proper language matters. I'd love to see more YA thriller--not necessarily gore but a story that keeps me on the edge of my seat, guessing until the very end. I'm still looking for my YA version of CLUE (and if it has three different endings, even better.) Which means mystery is a go for me, too. I'd love some YA that deals with toxic masculinity. A funny how to survive high school book with tips and tricks how to make the most out of your four years would be good. Show me characters who are beautifully flawed doing the wrong things for all the right reasons. Give me body positive MC's. Unique sports books--crossfit, ultimate Frisbee, rock climbing, mountain biking, roller derby, and even speed walkers. Oh, and twins - good twins, evil twins, twins that get along, twins that don't, rom-coms where twins switch places and hijinks happen... anything goes. Historicals that tackle things other than WW2--bonus points if there are badass women in in history.

* Anne Bohner (Pen and Ink Literary), New York, NY commercial women's fiction, romance, YA and popular nonfiction.

* Anne Hawkins (John Hawkins & Associates), New York, NY (AAR Member) Fiction of all sorts, non-fiction (contemporary journalism, history, biography, etc.), juveniles (although primarily young adult and middle grades, since we don´t specialize in illustrators, but having said that I should add that we represent several of the best), science-fiction and fantasy.

* Anne Tibbets (Red Sofa Literary), St. Paul, MN Right now, she's acquiring YA and Adult: Thrillers, Mysteries, Horror, Romance, Science Fiction, Fantasy, and Historicals.

* Annelise Robey (Jane Rotrosen Agency), New York, NY women’s fiction, romance, historical fiction, YA, fantasy, mystery, and suspense, and is always looking for exciting new voices in fiction

* Arielle Datz (Dunow, Carlson & Lerner Literary Agency), New York, NY (AAR Member) She is looking for literary and commercial fiction (mostly adult, some YA), featuring unusual stories and voices.

* Ashley Lopez (Waxman Literary Agency), New York, NY Ashley is looking for literary and young adult fiction, narrative nonfiction, memoir, and cultural criticism. Most importantly she seeks authors with a strong point of view and an eye for language.

This is the end of my fist alphabetical list of agents accepting queries in 2020. I hope this list was helpful to you, and wish you good luck in your querying!

#writeblr #writblr #writing advice #writing tips #query #queries #querying #writing resources #publishing #isabellaspeaks

[masterserris]

FUNERAL FOR A MAGICIAN FINAL PART: Be Human

Mysterio is back in action! Renewed, what will he do next?!

“I analyze and I verify and I quantify enough One hundred percentile No errors, no miss I synchronize and I specialize and I classify so much Don't worry 'bout dreaming Because I don't sleep

I wish I could at least 30 percent Maybe 50 for pleasure Then skip all the rest

If I only was more human I would count every single second the rest of my life If I just could be more human I'd have so many little babies and maybe a wife

I'd roll around the mud And have lots of fun Then when I was done Build bubble bath towers and swim in the tub

Sand castles on the beach

Frolic in the sea Get a broken knee Be scared of the dark and I'd sing out of key

Cuss when I lost a fight Kiss and reunite Scratch a spider bite Be happy with wrinkles I got when I smiled

Pet kittens til they purred Maybe keep a bird Always keep my word I'd cry at sad movies I'd laugh til it hurt

I'd buy a big bike And ride by the lake And I'd have lots of friends And I'd stay out too late

If I could just be more human I would see every little thing with a gleam in my eye If only I was more human I'd embrace every single feeling that came in my life

Would I care and be forgiving? Would I be sentimental and would I feel loneliness? Would I doubt and have misgivings? Would I cause someone sorrow, too? Would I know what to do? Will I cry when it's all over?

When I die, will I see heaven?”

(This was the only full version I could find RIP)

Characters: Neo Mysterio (Quentin Beck), Doc Ock (Otto Octavius), Spider-Man (Peter Parker), Alexandria Beck (Alex), Sandman (Flint Marko), Chameleon

Warnings: Explicit gore and death, violence, mentions of past abuse, mental illness, physical illness, swearing

^These warnings are here for the story as a whole. If you get invested by reading a less graphic chapter, then be prepared for the warnings above in other parts!!

(swearing in this chapter + moderate/mild gore and violence)

Parker was taking photos of the event for the Daily Bugle, but as everyone was leaving, he had caught the four Sinister Six members out of the corner of his eye. He was not about to let them escape. 

Luckily, since all the celebrities were heading out, he had a perfectly good excuse to leave himself and change into his spider suit. He quickly tailed them from a distance as they headed to their hidden limo. He shot a spider tracer at the vehicle as they were entering, but this did not go unnoticed.

Just as Quentin was about to get in, he saw the tracer on the back hood and immediately shot his eyes up enough to glimpse Spider-Man. He jumped back and his Neo suit materialized over his dress suit. Chameleon and Otto sped off into the night after Mysterio peeled the tracer off the car. Flint and Beck were ready for a fight.

Flint: “Ay, Spider-Man! Why can’t ya just leave us alone! We wuzn’t doin’ nuthin’!”

Neo Mysterio: “Right, leave it to you, Spider-Man, to ruin our little night on the town. I’m honestly not surprised since you always have a habit of making my life worse than it already is.”

Spider-Man: “Really, bowl-face? I just wanted to tail you guys and find out what you were up to. You’re the ones wanting a fight! And besides, I really find that hard to believe. You’re the Sinister Six. It’s kinda your brand to make bad things happen. And no one made you become a super villain in the first place. You all chose to be one.”

Flint: “It ain’t that easy, Spider-Man. Life has a nice way a’ pushin’ guys like us around to do things we don’t really wanna do.”

Spider-Man: “So don’t do it, then! You think your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man doesn’t also have spider-problems? We all do! Our choices are what make us heroes or villains. You were literally given a second chance, Beck! That’s more than most people! Are you really gonna throw that away by sticking with these guys?”

Flint turned to Mysterio, worried for his friend.

Neo Mysterio: “Spider-Man, every time you’ve interfered in my life, things have gotten worse. I was just some nobody committing petty crime to try and pay off my debts and make a new life. But you caught and beat me. Put me in jail, only to be busted out by my new friends. They’ve treated me far better than most people ever have. Every time you try and stop us, more people get hurt. I died because you just HAD to defeat me.”

Spider-Man: “I- no... that’s... But even still! Think of all the people we saved! From Ultron! From Terrax! Those worlds would still be under treat!”

Neo Mysterio: “Maybe! You don’t KNOW that! I can NEVER trust you hero types! So many of you flip-flop between hero and villain or just fight amongst yourselves all the time! At least I know where I stand with villains.”

Spider-Man: “Beck! Please! You’re making a mistake! Marko! I know you’ve struggled with being a villain in the past! Both of you can walk away from this, here and now! Do the right thing you know to be true!”

Flint: “Sorry, Spidey. I got people countin’ on me to see this through ‘til the end. I ain’t no quitter.”

Peter desperately turns back to Mysterio.

Spider-Man: “Quentin! Think of your sister! Would she want you to do this? Throwing away your life again after everything that’s happened?”

Mysterio was deathly silent for a moment, before snapping.

Neo Mysterio: “Don’t you DARE. Don’t you dare for one SECOND try and use my sister to try and manipulate me into doing what you want me to. You have no idea what we’ve gone through. You don’t know a THING about me, Spider-Man. Just. Stay away!”

And with that Mysterio slammed a smoke grenade on the pavement. Before Parker could leap after them, they had vanished completely. Peter was no closer to finding out their plans nor where their new base was. All he knew is that he drove Beck further away. He screwed up.

                                           --------------------------------

After meeting back up at the Sinister Six base, they all except for Quentin had departed to their quarters. It was certainly an interesting night. Beck had thanked them once again for trying to cheer him up. With a sigh he reached into the communal fridge for something to drink.

???:” Fancy meeting you here.”

Beck whirled around in shock only to see Flint leaning against the table, looking smug.

Quentin: “Hoooooly fucking shit man, you scared the hell out of me. Don’t do that again,” he said with a smile.

Flint: “Hah, it’s hard ta get the jump on ya, so I’ll take what I can get haha. Anyways, I just wanted ta see how you’re doin’ after.. ya know.. the Spider ruinin’ our picnic and all.”

Quentin: “God, he pisses me off so bad... I’m not even completely sure why, either. Yeah, it’s annoying when he gets in the way, but I think... I think it’s that damn big mouth of his that gets me.”

Flint: “I know whatcha mean. D’ya know he once called me Flinto? Fuckin’ FLINTO. What the hell is that supposed ta mean? I wasn’t even offended. Just... confused...”

Quentin: “Well, I mean, I don’t LIKE being called ‘bowl-head’ very much, but I think it more has to do with his bullshit view on life. Like, I can respect it enough, but he seems to think it’s just SO easy to stay out of trouble. But the thing is, trouble grabs you, it sinks you in and you just can’t get out. Then everything is ruined and you’ll never be free again. So what if I came back to life? I still gotta finish this. No matter what. Maybe after that, we can all... rest, but I kinda doubt the world will let us. We’ll always be bad in their eyes. People just... don’t seem to get that anyone could be in our position... If things had just gone a little differently. It’s his... smug.. stupid naive ideals that just rub me wrong, I guess.”

Flint: “Well, jeez, I guess so... Look, I wuz just hopin’ you had a good time, is all. Soon, hopefully we can put all a’ this junk behind us, okay?”

Quentin: “Yeah.. tonight was good. No matter what. Thanks for.. sticking by me, Flint. It means a lot. Maybe... Maybe when everything is done, you can visit my sister’s place and your daughter can see my niece?”

Flint: “Yeah. I’d like that. Sounds like a plan, buddy.”

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It was less than a week later that Peter was alerted by the police scanner. Numerous reports were flooding in of a certain fishbowl-man causing terror downtown. With a heavy hearted sigh, Peter leaped into action.

He was hoping, more than anything, that Beck could do away with this life of crime. He was a good person, deep down in there, or so Parker believed. Why was he so hellbent on helping the Sinister Six? So much so that he would risk it all again?

Peter swung building to building, closing in on the commotion. It was not hard to spot. Mysterio had conjured up a whole horde of demons and monsters to scare people away. His fear gas was driving people wild, having them panic and sprint blocks and blocks away. To his credit, Beck knew how to get people out of the way when he needed them to.

Parker was ready, this time. He had a gas mask on and had calibrated his lenses to better see through the hologram projections. Not perfect, but it would do.

Spider-Man: “Hey! Hey Mr. Fun House! Why aren’t you at the carnival where you belong? Can’t you see these people HATE your show?”

Neo Mysterio: “Always with the JOKES! Well, laugh THIS off!”

Mysterio shot at Peter with his hand lasers, hoping to knock the hero away. He could not afford this interruption right now. Spider-Man took the hit, but dodged the second barrage. It stung, but he could shake it off.

Spider-Man: “Hey! Fine! You want serious? Let’s get serious!”

Parker swung in and slugged Mysterio right across the helmet, sending them both clattering to the ground with a grunt of pain. They both quickly got to their feet and prepared to fight.

Spider-Man: “Stop this, Beck! Final chance! Stand down and tell me why you’re robbing Alchemax! What does Octavius want so bad?!”

Neo Mysterio: “I have nothing to say to you! I don’t owe you anything! Least of all my breath and time! Just leave me alone and everything will stop!”

Spider-Man: “Sorry, can’t let that happen, Mysty!”

Peter shot a web right past Mysterio, hitting a car. Yanking forward he launched himself at Mysterio, aiming to smash that bowl of his. The only thing was that Beck dodged at the last second, making Spider-Man land onto the car with an agile flip. When Peter turned around Quentin was already sprinting at him, ready to throw a haymaker punch.

Peter dodge to the left with a somersault, making Beck slam his right arm into steel. His carbonadium fist was imbedded within the vehicle, making him an easy target for Peter to kick.

Quentin blocked Peter’s foot with with his free arm. Parker was shocked at Mysterio’s raw strength. He suspected that he was in fact fighting a robot instead of the real deal. Why would Mysterio simply be in public? Wouldn’t he hide himself while his robots took the attention away from him?

Coming to this conclusion, Peter was done pulling his punches. When Mysterio freed himself from the side of the car, Peter slammed a lamppost against Beck’s head, thoroughly shattering his dome. People still nearby gasped as Quentin went clattering to the ground. Any human would surely have been killed by such a devastating blow.

With a groan, Beck got to his feet, his head bleeding from the shards of glass cutting him open.

Peter’s heart dropped at his mistake. How could he have screwed up so bad? He surely has a concussion, or worse, a hemorrhage in his brain from such a nasty impact. He could keel over dead at any minute. God, all that blood was pouring out of him, wasn’t it? Just like. Just like... 

Spider-Man: “Oh god, Quentin, you’re bleeding! Stop moving, we need to get you to a hospital!”

Neo Mysterio: “What I NEED is you to stop looking down on me, Spider-Man...”

Wiping the blood from his brow, Beck rushed at Spider-Man, not letting up. Parker did his best to fight back, but Quentin was inhumanly strong. Never had Peter known that he was holding back so much. The prototype super soldier serum was certainly no joke and Beck just had so much rage.

Spider-Man: “ENOUGH!!”

Parker threw a punch with all his might at Beck, a last desperate attempt to stop this fight, but Mysterio simply caught his fist. Caught a punch from Spider-Man, the guy who could lift a tank and who fought the Incredible Hulk. Peter was shocked.

Neo Mysterio: “I’ll be your punching bag no longer, Spider-Man! Today, YOU LOSE!!”

Quentin pulled his fist back and slammed Parker across the jaw, sending him face-first into the pavement. With a “shink!”, Beck unsheathed the blade on his wrist and held it an inch from Peter’s neck.

Neo Mysterio: “huff... huff... I win... Today, I win...”

As suddenly as Mysterio, attacked, he pulled away, sheathing his blade once more. Peter was rather confused. Most super villains aren’t in the business of sparing their foes.

Neo Mysterio: “I’m letting you go... I don’t wanna kill anyone... not you... you don’t deserve that... you’re just fighting me to protect others... I get it... but... If we ever battle again... and I beat you... I’ll let you go... Only if you promise to let me go and not follow me once I’m done... If you win? Well... then you capture me, it’s that simple.... but if I win? Then you just leave with your skin still attached.... deal?”

Peter was reeling. Still seeing stars from the blow that he was dealt. He was in no position to refuse. Mysterio was sparing him. He would just have to beat him next time. He didn’t like giving up. He never gave up. Peter was not going to give up now or ever. He would keep fighting. Today just wasn’t his day.

Spider-Man: “D-deal....”

Neo simply stared at him with cold eyes before vanishing in a puff of green smoke. The robot doubles that Peter was worried about were already done robbing the place 5 minutes ago, anyways. Quentin himself was the distraction this time. And now he was once more a wanted man. The cycle repeats once more.

Peter shakily got to his feet, helped a few citizens recover from the gas and commotion, then swung away. He had a lot to think about, and a lot of healing to do.

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Beck went back to the base, prize in hand. His face was properly stitched up by Otto, along with a new serum that faded scars over time. He was exhausted in all ways imaginable, but he still had energy to do one last thing.

He compressed his armor into an under suit once more after fixing his helmet and teleported to a rooftop a few miles away, wearing a simple green sweater and soft dark jeans. He sat on the very edge of the roof, observing the sunset from his precarious vantage point. A matcha latte in one hand and his cellphone in another.

He called his sister.

                                     End of Funeral for a Magician

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Thank you all so much for reading! It means a ton! I shall make a master post with links to all the chapters, along with a link to the playlist that accompanies this story!

As a bonus, there shall be some art to go with it from a special someone who I commissioned for this!

Have a wonderful week everyone, and thanks for sticking with me through this emotional roller coaster!!

-MS

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Behind Bars Part 2

Request: Yes / No

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Archie x OC 

Word count: 2514

Warnings: Abuse, Alcoholic mother, Dead father, Cursing, Underage drinking.

Summary: Blair grew up on the Northside of Riverdale but spent a lot of time with her friend Jughead Jones who lived on the Southside. After her father dies and her mom becomes abusive and an alcoholic Blair ends up joining the Serpents and making new friends. But things suddenly change when an old friend is arrested for a crime he didn’t commit and his life gets seemingly worse than hers. Maybe all it took was each other. Who knows?

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Blair Kennedy’s POV

I got home from visiting Archie and of course, my mom was in the living room drunk off her ass. She didn’t notice me yet so I figured I could quietly sneak by. I quietly closed the door then tiptoed to my room. I was almost there but the cheap trailer decided to betray me and squeak under my weight. My mom snapped her head in my direction and I stared at her like a deer in headlights.

“Thought you could just slip on by huh?” My mother slurred and got off the couch.

“U-um n-no…” I stuttered, frozen in fear.

“You little bitch! You think you can just go out whenever the hell you want!?” She shouted and grabbed my arm.

“You need a reminder who’s in charge here!” She pulled me into my room and tossed me to the floor. I looked up at her in fear, wondering what tonight was going to entail. She started off by kicking me in the stomach a few time then pulled me to my feet. She threw me against the wall and hit me with her empty beer bottle in the arms, luckily it didn’t break but it was definitely going to bruise again. Once she was done she left my room, probably to pass out on the couch. I wiped my tears and got dressed in my favorite pajamas that my dad got me before he passed away. I crawled into bed hissing in pain from my sides. I laid down and attempted to fall asleep.

The next morning I was tired but I had to meet Archie for breakfast. I checked my phone and had a text from him asking if we were still meeting up. I texted back telling him yes and then I got undressed. I looked at the newly formed bruises that were all along my arms and stomach. Looks like its long sleeves in the summer again. I sighed, I wanted to dress cute but I have work later so I couldn’t dress in something revealing or whatever. I pulled out a long sleeved batman shirt, some maroon skinny jeans, and a pair of cute boots. For makeup, I did a simple maroon smokey eye and a purple berry colored lip, for my hair I brushed it out and straightened it a little bit then threw on a matching beanie.

I threw on my Serpent jacket and grabbed my phone looking at the time. I had ten minutes to get to Pop’s or else I was gonna be late. I grabbed my keys and slowly opened my bedroom door. I peeked out to see if my mom was home or awake even. Lucky for me she didn’t seem to be home. I walked out to my Toyota Tacoma X-Runner, year 2007, and got in. She use to be my dad’s car and me and him would work on it all the time, once he died she was locked up for a bit. I couldn’t even look at her but after a few months I dusted her off and made her mine, just as my dad wanted it. I made my way to Pop’s and was late unfortunately. I got out of my car and walked in making the little bell on the door ring. I glanced around the diner and spotted the familiar red hair I love so much. I smiled and walked over to the booth. I sat down and Archie looked up with a smile.

“Sorry I’m late.” I laughed a little taking off my jacket.

“Don’t worry about it, you only five minutes late.” He laughed shaking his head.

“Yeah whatever.” I rolled my eye with a smile.

“I ordered for you, you still love your favorite right?”

“French toast with whipped cream and syrup, sausage, and a cup of tea?” I asked with a huge smile. He smiled back and nodded.

“Still the same.”

“In my taste in food, yeah but Archie I’ve changed, I’m not like the girl who lived next door to you…” I sighed but Archie reached over and held my hand. I looked up at him and he smiled.

“‘I know, you joined the Serpents and now you’re just more badass.” He smirked and gave me a playful wink. I giggled and shook my head at him. Our food came and the two of us ate and chatted about anything and everything.

“Remember that one-time Jughead was too scared to go down the side in the part and you just pushed him?” Archie asked and I laughed. I nodded shaking my head.

“He was so mad at me for a week!” The two of us laughed at the memory then sat in silence.

“Ya know Blair, I was a little hurt when you didn’t come visit me…” Archie said and I looked down at the table.

“I’m sorry, I just didn’t think I could handle the image of you in a cell burned into my memory…” I said quietly.

“I know, I just would have loved to see your smiling face while I was in that hell.” I looked up at him and he had a small smile on his lips. I smiled and opened my mouth to say something but my phone went off before I could. I blushed and picked it up, seeing it was Axel I answered it. I gave Archie and apologetic look and he just smiled.

“Axel, what’s up?” I asked confused as to why he was calling me. Axel was my friend and my bosses son.

“You’re supposed to be here that’s what’s up!” He shouted into the phone.

“What? No, I have an hour?” I said confused. Archie gave me a confused look and I motioned for him to take out his phone. He did and I opened it to check the time. I was late! Oh my god! How could I let myself lose track of time? I grabbed my jacket and started putting it on.

“Shit, I’m so sorry! I lost track of time! I’ll be there in five minutes!” I said freaking out.

“Calm down Motor, I covered for you with my dad.” Axel said and I relaxed a bit.

“I owe you, thanks!”

“Drinks on you later.” He said then hung up. I shoved my phone in my pocket and took out some money to pay for my food.

“I’m really sorry to run off like this but I’m late for work.” I said and put the money on the table. Archie grabbed it and handed it back to me. I looked at him confused but he just smiled.

“I got it, Blair, don’t worry about it.” He said grabbing my hand and placing my money in it.

“Are you sure because-”

“I’m sure, now go. You’re already late.” He smirked and I smiled. I gave him a hug and kissed his cheek without realizing it.

“You’re the best Archie!” I smiled then walked out with a wave.

I drove to work and rushed into the garage. Axel was there sitting on a desk and he smirked when he saw me. I punched in and hung up my jacket. I turned to Alex and he was still smirking.

“What are you smirking at?” I asked confused.

“My dad isn’t even here.” He said then started laughing. I started at him in shock and stomped over to him.

“You made me think I was going to lose my job!” I shouted and grabbed his shirt.

“Chill out Motor, you’re the best one in this damn place. My dad wouldn’t fire you for being a little late.” I glared at him and let him go.

“You owe me now!” He nodded and put his hands up in defense.

“Alright, alright, drinks on me tonight.” He said and I nodded.

“Blair! Finally, you’re here!” I turned and looked over to see Sweet Pea covered in grease.

“Yeah sorry, I was having breakfast with Archie.” I said walking over to him and he tossed the grease-covered towel at me. I caught it and shook my head at him.

“Well, now that you’re here we can get this done.” He said and I followed him to the back of the garage. Some of the Serpent’s bikes were lined up and a few of them were in bad shape.

“Wow, Ghoulies?” Sweet Pea sighed and nodded.

“Well let’s get to work!” I said grabbing a toolbox then walked over to one of the bikes.

While we were working on the bikes we talked and listened to music. It was nice, I always loved working on bikes and cars. This was my happy place. My home away from hell. Well, this and Jughead’s place.

“Hey Motor, little help over here?” Sweet Pea called over to me. I got up and walked over to him.

“What’s up?” I asked kneeling down next to him.

“Tires are slashed, the chain is snapped, and the alternator and gearbox are smashed.” He said with a sigh.

“That’s it?” I asked removing the chain.

“That I can see, might need to open her up more.” I nodded and rolled up my sleeves. I started working but Sweet Pea stopped me by gently grabbing my arm. I looked at him confused and he had a worried expression on his face.

“What?” I asked confused.

“Who did this?” He asked holding my arm up. I looked and saw the bruises and my eyes widened, how could I forget about them!? I pulled my arm out of his grip and looked at the floor.

“Don’t worry about it.” I said trying to get back to work.

“No! Who the hell did this?” He growled truing me towards him.

“My mom was drunk last night… She didn’t know what she was doing…” I lied, I’m sure she knew what she was doing but she was still my mom. My only family left.

“How long?” I sighed and looked at his pissed off face.

“Since a month after my dad died…” I whispered.

“Does FP know?” I shook my head and he punched the toolbox.

“Damn it Blair!” He growled.

“You can’t tell anyone!” I begged.

“As your friend, I can’t just let this keep going on!”

“I can’t lose my mom too! You have to keep this between us!” Sweet Pea looked at me and sighed.

“Will you at least try and stay safe?” I gave him a small smile and nodded. I put my sleeves down once again and Axel walked up to us.

“Hey guys, you two are done for the day.” He smiled and we nodded. We clocked out and went to leave when Axel stopped me.

“Blair! Here, you forgot to pick up your pay so here.” He said handing me a thick envelope.

“Whoa, this is way more than usual.” I said looking at him.

“Yeah, my dad gave you a raise.” He smiled and my eyes widened.

“Oh my God! Thank you! You have to thank your dad for me!” I said hugging him. He laughed and hugged me back.

“I will, now get out of here.”

“Yeah Motor, let’s get to Veronica’s club!” Sweet Pea said from his bike.

“I’ll meet you guys there later!” Axel said and I nodded getting in my truck. Before I left I texted Archie asking him if he wanted to meet there and he said yeah. I smiled and drove off to Pop’s once again. Sweet Pea and I got there and walked into the club. I looked around and spotted Toni, Cheryl, Fangs, Betty, and Jughead sitting at the bar. I smacked Sweets and nodded over to the bar. He nodded and the two of us walked over to our friends.

“Hey Motor’s here!” Fangs said happily.

“What’s up guys?” I asked sitting next to Toni.

“Nothing much, want a drink?” I smiled and nodded. Toni motioned Reggie over and he smirked at me.

“What can I get you Blair.” He said in his usual flirty tone. I rolled my eyes at him.

“Give me an Old Fashioned.” I said and he nodded. A few moments later he returned with my drink then went back to flirting with some girls, one of them being Veronica.

“So, is this going to be one of your parting nights or is this a one or two drinks night?” Cheryl asked.

“Just one or two.” I smiled taking a sip then coughing a bit.

“Maybe just one, this shit is strong.” Everyone laughed and Toni shook her head.

“Fine, be a party pooper.” Toni said and I rolled my eyes. Someone came up behind me and wrapped their arms around me before I could turn around punch whoever it was their voice ran through my ears.

“Relax Blair.” Archie laughed and I turned around with a smile.

“Hey! I was a little shocked when you said you would come.” I said honestly.

“Yeah well, can’t avoid them forever.” He said referring to Reggie and Veronica. I nodded.

“Hey guys!” Veronica said coming over. Archie looked at her then back at me.

“Archie, can we talk?” She asked biting her lip.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” He said and pulled me off my chair.

“Come on Blair, let’s go dance.” He said and pulled me over to the dance floor.

“So can’t avoid them forever?” I said with a smirk, he rolled his eyes and pulled me closer to him.

“Just shut up and dance.” I laughed and nodded, also blushing at how close we were.

“So, how’s the Southside? Ya know after everything that happened.” He asked over the loud music.

“Ghoulies are running all over the place and my mom has decided to join them…” I sighed and Archie hugged me.

“You know you could always stay at my place if you need, my dad loves you so he wouldn’t mind.” I smiled up at him and nodded.

“Maybe I’ll take you up on that offer some time.” He smiled and we continued dancing.

The rest of the night Archie and I hung out with our friends, danced, and Jughead and I kept him from attacking Reggie. Once the night was over I went upstairs to Pop’s to get my mom some food. I got it and hopped in my car to drive home. I got home and my mom was on the couch nursing a beer. I walked over to the coffee table and place the bag on the table.

“Here, I got you dinner.” I said and she just grunted in response. I rolled my eyes and went to my room to turn in for the night. Before I went to sleep I received a text from Archie telling me how tonight was great and we should do it again. It made my heart skip a beat and I smiled. I texted him back saying how about tomorrow? We could go to Sweetwater River for a swim? He answered with a yes and a goodnight so I texted him back goodnight then went to sleep. 

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A New Friend

Pairing: John Murphy X Reader Requested: Yes Warnings: this revolves around Y/N having social anxiety, there's a panic attack, and light cursing A/N: I personally do not have social anxiety, so I'm basing this off of what I've read and heard from my friends. If I got this wrong I'm very sorry, but I hope you enjoy it! Word count: 1642 ------------------------------ “Hey, Bellamy, is that group back from the hunting trip yet?” You hear one of the delinquents ask. You already know the answer. No, they're not. If they were, your best friend Alex would have already run up to you to tell you all about the adventures he had while venturing past the almost finished walls. You'd been friends with him since you were both children on the ark. The two of you had been neighbors. It's always been hard for you to talk to people and put yourself out there, but with Alex everything just seemed to naturally flow between the two of you. Alex was great at making conversation, but could also enjoy the silence you two shared when you just didn't know what to say. He understood how hard it could be for you to talk sometimes. At one point your social inefficiency worried your parents so much they took you to see Dr. Griffin. She came to the conclusion you had social anxiety. She wanted to give you medication, but couldn't due to the fact that it wasn't a life threatening disease. You would just have to deal with it. So that's how your life proceeded on the Ark. You kept to yourself during the day at class, but when you got back to your room you finally came out of your shell around Alex. He was, and still is, your anchor. Everybody thought you were weird, treated you like an outcast really, because of how difficult it was to talk to them. You have no idea how you would have gotten through everything life has thrown at you without him. He's been there for you through it all-- your mom getting sick, you getting arrested after you tried to steal medicine for her, her dying, and he even got himself arrested so you wouldn't be in the Sky Box by yourself. Then it all seems to come crashing down around you, as you stop reminiscing. They weren't back yet. They'd been gone since morning, and right now the sun was on the verge of setting. This wasn't good. Something must have went wrong, but what? Did they get lost in unknown territory by accident? Did grounders attack them? Your mind was racing, heart beating so fast you thought it was going to burst out of your chest. You leave your job of sorting food, walking toward the drop ship. Once you're inside you find a corner, and proceed to let the panic attack you're having consume you. Your back is pressed against the wall, knees drawn to your chest, and arms hugging yourself as tight as you can. Deep breaths in and out, you think. That's what Alex would always tell you when you got like this. It was no use, everything seemed to be spiraling out of control in your head. Tears started to roll down your cheeks, oh god, what would you do without him? He's been your only friend for years, the only person who knew that you could be loud, funny, and even sarcastic. There's something, or someone, making noise but you can't focus on it. You feel yourself floating, no longer having your anchor to tie you down. Suddenly, a hand was on your shoulder. Murphy’s voice wafts through the air into your ears, “Are you okay?” That was weird. Murphy never gave a shit how other people were feeling. He was always yelling at people to get back to work, no matter what injury or illness they had acquired. For a second you wonder if you should say yes, but then he's going to make you go back to work and you can't in the condition you're in. You shake your head side to side signaling no. “I've been trying to ask you what's wrong,” he says, still crouching next to you, with a hand on your shoulder. He must have been standing there for awhile, that’s the murmurs you pushed to the back of your mind. You keep expecting him to raise his voice at you, or spew derogatory comments your way. He doesn't. Instead his voice is gentle, fingers drawing light, calming patterns where his hand is. “A-Alex,” is the only world you're able to get out of your mouth. Your breathing is still erratic, it's calmed down since Murphy has given you something to think about other than your dark thoughts. “Oh, the dude you're always with. He's on the hunting trip, right?” The first sentence he says sounds, disappointed? That can't be right, why would Murphy, of all people, be disappointed you were worrying about your best friend. “T-they've b-been gone, for a really lo-long time,” you stutter through the sentence, tears slowly stop falling from your eyes. “That's what you're freaking out about? Y/N sometimes hunting trips take longer than half a day. Besides, they're probably on their way back now with a huge amount of game,” he lowers himself next to you. His arm makes its way around your shoulders, so he's pulling you into his side. “You think so?” You whisper, looking up at him. “I know so. So, stop worrying about your boyfriend, everything's going to be okay.” His hand tightened the tiniest bit when the word boyfriend left his lips. “Alex isn't my boyfriend,” you tell him, glancing at him with a confused expression across your face. “Okay, then what do you two call what you've got going on? You're always with each other, and you only talk to him. It's obvious you two have something going on behind closed doors,” Murphy explains as his signature smirk crosses his lips. You nudge him lightly, in a joking manner, with your shoulder. “He's my best friend, and I talk to only him because I'm bad with people. I want to have more friends but, I can't. I freeze up when I talk to people,” your voice gradually gets quiter as you speak. You've been wanting to tell people that for years. You want them to know you're not judgemental, just scared. “Well, you're talking to me. Actually, I think this is the most I've ever heard your voice. Ya know, for awhile I thought you were just a bitch that thought she was too good to talk to us.” “Really?” “Yeah, it's because you were raised on alpha station. Your dad was a doctor, and your mom had a good chance of becoming chancellor in the future. There was no reason to dig deeper. Why would someone who's always had it all want to associate with the good for nothing kids who'd committed crimes?” Murphy leaned his head back against the wall, eyes aimed at the ceiling. You saw his jaw clenching, he had hated you, you realize. The anger in this boy was monumental, the pain he held was just as large, but hidden. “I don't think that.” He looks over at you, your eyes lock. “That you're good for nothing, or that I'm better than you. I kind of envy you actually. You can talk to people. Yeah sure, you mostly insult them, but I can't even get a measly ‘hi’ out most of the time. Plus, some of you are here for the same reason I am, trying to help someone you love. And that's not a crime.” Your speech comes to an end, and Murphy has gotten closer to you. His expression was calculating: watching the way your face moved as you talked, listening to the conviction in your tone, being aware of how close your bodies really were. “Wow, that's bullshit,” you can't help but deflate a bit at his words. “You don't envy me, just the way I communicate. Trust me, my life isn't rainbows and butterflies. Also, if you haven't noticed, you've been talking to me just fine for the pas-” Murphy’s sentence gets cut off. Someone is screaming about how the hunting party is back. Before you can think you're on your feet ready to run to them. You stop in your tracks, right as you were about to sprint, and turn to Murphy. You look at him for a moment, you wonder if he's going to go back to the boy you thought you knew before this conversation. That is unnecessarily cruel, but now you know there's some part of him that cares about others. Sure it might manifest in, unusual ways, but none the less it was still there. You take a chance, you hold out your hand offering to help him up. “Well, are you coming?” You ask shooting him a small smile. He looks shocked for a second before concealing his emotions. He takes your hand. “Don't think this is going to get you special treatment, Doll,” he says slinging his arm around your shoulder before steering you two out of the drop ship. “I wouldn't dream of it,” your voice is quiet, only he can hear your words. You don't want to draw attention to the two of you, knowing what they'll say. All caution is thrown into the wind when you see Alex. You run to him, engulfing him in a giant hug. “Don't ever leave me like that again,” you mumble, your face pressed into his shoulder. “I won't, I won't. Now, what was that about?” Alex asks, head motioning over to the spot where Murphy stands. Once he notices the two of you looking at him, he diverts his gaze to the person next to him. “We just talked,” you say with a smile. “You? Talked? With someone besides me? And Murphy no less?” Your best friend continues to rattle off questions. All you can do is answer them one at a time while thinking about what this might mean, have you added a new friend to your list? Hopefully, you think.

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Dodio Fic Preview 1

Taking part in femslash February at the very last hour. Of course. 

This is a portion of a long fic I’ve been working on off and on for about two years. As we’ve have more episodes involving our favorite Wayward ladies I’ve made changes to keep things in line with canon. It’s been a challenge and I’m glad I’ve done it. This fic is from Jody’s pov and focuses not only on the relationship she build’s with Donna, but on her careers as sheriff and part-time hunter, and the girls she’s taken in when they had no where else to go. I’d hoped to finish it this month of course, but between grad school and that fact that my outline now suggests its going to end up at around 30,000 words, yikes, it’s not finished yet.You can expect to see another preview snippet or two before it’s finally complete. 

Please enjoy <3

*

She met Donna in the muddy parking lot of the county’s tiny morgue three hours later. Donna’d clearly been waiting out next to her car for a while, ankles crossed and blonde ponytail fluffed out from the breeze. The second Jody stood the woman sorta, well, cooed a little and hugged Jody hello, way too tight and sudden. Jody tried not to instinctively shrug her off.

“Ooo, are you a sight for sore eyes! How’ve you been? I haven’t been in to take a look yet, but we’ll just tell them we’ve worked together on something like this before right? It shouldn’t be a problem.”

It wasn’t. Donna introduced them in a flood of over energetic conversation and Jody glowered over her shoulder when it looked like the clerk was going to make a fuss. They sailed through the morgue visit and examining the guy’s files in a blur of slightly too off the record police work. Donna was never squeamish at the body or the photos, didn’t waste any time they didn’t need to spend talking to the cop that’d been first on scene and Jody played up the surliness whenever it looked like someone wasn’t going to take Donna seriously.

Damn, was it fun.

This was ridiculous. What were they going to do? Run off on badly informed hunts whenever there was something in the tri state area? They had real jobs, real identities at risk, hell Jody had a teenager at home that had probably already snuck out. This couldn’t possibly work out as a repeat thing.

But Jody already knew she’d really like it to. Donna was humming and it wasn’t even annoying her, and a crime scene only they had a hope of dealing with waiting for them.

But Sam finally called Jody back when they were in Donna’s car almost to the victim’s house.

“You said big bites, deep scratches, on a guy inside a locked house?”

“Something like that.”

“Anything go suddenly right in his life about ten years ago? Money? Miraculous health recovery?”

Jody glanced at Donna and repeated the questions but she only shrugged, pursed her lips out and shook her head.

“Doesn’t seem like there was anything major Sam, why’re you askin?”

Sam sighed. He sounded exhausted, hadn’t even so much as said hi. “Well, sometimes it isn’t obvious. Sounds like a demon deal. You usually get ten years then your times up, hellhounds come to collect the soul and there’s basically nothing you can put in their way. Locks don’t matter. Lot of people just end it when they hear them coming.”

“Hellhounds.”

Donna’s head snapped away from the road to stare at Jody, frowning.

“Yeah. They’re invisible. There won’t be any traces except the bites and scratches on the vic. And they’ll be long gone by now Jody. There’s nothing for you to do. Sorry I couldn’t get back to you faster.”

“It’s fine Sam, now we know. Wait, wait don’t hang up yet. You boys doing ok?” He sounded too flat, like he’d been up for days.

“Yeah, we’re good, just busy. Sorry Jody, I gotta go.” Sam hung up with a click.

Yeah, they weren’t good.

Shit.

Donna parked her car in the road outside the victim’s house, but left it running. There was really no reason to go in now. Police tape was still up over the door. Some flowers had been left near the doorstep.

“Apparently the victim probably made a deal with a demon. A hellhound comes to collect later.”

“Demon? An actual demon.”

Her voice was a little high, face pale when Jody glanced over. “Yeah, they’re just as real as vamps. Demons I’ve actually seen before. Sorry Donna. And now hellhounds are real too apparently.”

Donna sighed, drummed her knuckles on the steering wheel. “So there’s nothing to be done? This poor fellas dead, his family’s devastated, and the thing that did it just poofs away into nothing like a dandelion?”

A dandelion. Jody shrugged.

“Sam said a lot of people who know this is coming commit suicide when they hear the hounds, so that’s why we don’t see this as often as it happens. They just get lumped in with the rest of the unexplained suicide cases.”

Donna shook her head, turned back to look at the guy’s empty little house, little blue truck still parked out front under a yellow streetlight. “Hellhounds. Who’d a thought.”

Jody looked and wondered for a moment what could have driven the guy to this.

All the fun had gone out of their little side case, but Jody didn’t regret the drive. They made their apologies to the local department, made some excuses, ended up sitting in some late night diner before they both drove back towards home, drinking godawful black coffee and discussing demons just as seriously as any other bit of police procedure.

Jody ordered another awful coffee. She still had work tomorrow and finding a hotel at this hour for less than one night was a ridiculous hassle.

“It’s amazing how much you miss before you know, what you miss about this stuff, things you can’t believe you didn’t notice before. There must be more people like us who know, who’ve seen things. Lots even,” Donna said. “You’re telling me the Winchester boys have been hunting this stuff for years on end, so there must be more people around who know. How did I not hear anything for so long? Especially in our line of work, we come across all sorts of things. Eventually enough people will have to be in the know that it won’t all stay so unidentified, right?”

Jody took another drink of shit coffee and thought about Sioux Falls. About the hundreds of families that had a loved one return and then turn into something else. About how there were only five people Jody could think of that were willing to acknowledge the experience, all the stories in the local papers about mass hallucinations and accidental injury all due to a chemical spill. So tragic.

So very tragic.

Jody hadn’t been involved with that press release for obvious reasons, but she knew everyone who had, and they all believed in it like it was true. Bobby’d been the only thing in the aftermath that’d kept her from fucking losing it.

Donna had to be right. There were lots of people out there who knew about these things. Had to be. But it would be a long damn time before most of them were willing to know much at all. Thinking otherwise was a useless daydream at best.

“You’d be surprised what people are willing to forget,” she said.

But Donna only sighed, tapped her nails with their chipped purple polish on the slimy table. “I know what you mean.”

And Jody somehow felt like she actually, probably did.

*

                                             Hey, if you wouldn’t mind, text me once you’ve

                                            made it back to familiar territory? You had way

                                            more of a drive to take on than I did. I’m

                                            already stuck at a light in Sioux Falls.

No prob! I should be home in about two hours.

And I didn’t text and drive either Ms Sheriff!

Stopped for gas ;p Sorry to have taken up your

time for nothing though :/

                                            Don’t worry about it. Really.

                                            Hate to admit it, but stomping around

                                            like I knew everything was kinda fun.

Felt like being in one of those fancy detective

shows, didn’t it? :D Wish we could solve all

our crimes in an hour :|

                                            Don’t we all.

*

After that first phone call there were other calls.

Somebody called to bitch about paperwork. Somebody called to ask about a better cookie recipe, because the Toll House package one just wasn’t doing the trick. Somebody called because there was nothing good on TV. (When was there ever? Jody didn’t pretend to watch much other than Walking Dead or HGTV anymore.)

Donna called after getting thrown up on while dealing with a drunk and disorderly call on a particularly busy night.

Jody called after catching up on all her damn paperwork, dealing with five different road ice crashes, getting another call about Alex smoking, and was considering just driving off a bridge rather than deal with the headache one more goddamned minute.

She’d pulled over into a park lot so none of her coworkers would spot her complaining on the phone. Wasn’t good form to let your deputies see you doing that. The creeks were up with snow melt, but all the trees were still bare, roads covered in old salt and black ice.

Donna listened, then talked for an hour about last fall’s weird hunting-season incident phone calls. By the end of the call, Jody’s headache was gone. She pretended not to notice that. Or how many times she’d laughed at Donna’s stories. Especially the one about the drunken and very insistent call she’d gotten from someone about a bigfoot sighting. Or the way Jody’d just let her voice linger on the ‘e’ in bye just like Donna had.

Jody finally had to admit that it was a regular thing after she realized they talked on the phone almost three times a week.

She hadn’t talked to another human being this much in years.

*

So what else do you do for funsies in your spare time?

                                        What spare time you talkin about exactly?

Oh boo :p even our line of work gets a spare minute

or two! Have to say I haven’t done much lately but

catch up on all the novels I missed these last few

years. Do you like mysteries?

                                      I love mysteries. Especially stupid murder mysteries.

                                     They never get old.

                                     I’ve had that new one by Lindsey Faye by my bed for

                                     weeks now and haven’t made it past page one.

Oh you’ve got to read this one then! By Kate

Morton? You’ll just love her, if you haven’t

read any of hers before. She’s written several.

I’ll mail this one to ya after I finish it. Two

chapters left and I’ve got to wait for tomorrow! >:(

#supernatural #dodio #femslash february #fanfic #jody mills #donna hanscum #My writing #i do hope the texts aren't too confusing here

[baileysayswhat]

I know I kinda did a recap already from Oct ’18-19 – and I was going to write one of my rambling, lovable, GIF-heavy recap posts but I kind of like this bullet points idea.

I looked back through my calendar and feel like 2019 had a lot of wonderful in it. It was a solid year. Here’s a chronological look:

January

Rang in 2019 by watching Millie & Stanley, 2 cantankerous and lovable neighbor pugs. Also got food poisoning.

My first MINt team (Dec ’18-Feb ’19): Abominable SnowMINts

Playing with Pinafore (Nov ’18-Oct ’19) at CSz

Volleyball w Apple buds on team “How I Set Your Mother”

Continuing to teach Level 1 Krav Maga classes at Titan Gym

I go to work on Polar Vortex day! It’s pretty quiet.

February

Promotion to Senior Sales Executive at Grubhub

I’d only been there 10 months!

Flew to Phoenix for family time

Decided to visit the AZ office since my boss was in town too (for actual work)

Then worked in the office for 3 days

Work paid for my flight back

I felt v. v. fancy.

My parents drove 3.5 hours each way for me to see the Grand Canyon. On first sight walking up to the rim I cried. How is anything that vast and majestic? Whew. Full stop.

Sedona was wonderful and kooky and I need to go back.

Visit to best/favorite KBBQ – Cho Sun Ok – in Chicago with Neal AND we went to a concert – Dean Lewis & SYML

  March 

Started Crossfit at Windy City Strength and Conditioning

KBBQ at the same restaurant – Cho Sun Ok – 2 weeks after Neal BUT with Kalin.

I still don’t know how this happened but my stomach ain’t complaining about it.

Started final ID class w UW-Stout.

It will be the hardest class I’ve ever done in my life.

I just don’t know it yet.

Due to this ^^ took sabbatical from teaching Krav at Titan Gym

Flew to Dayton to see Trace/Dinah and Xander/Abs (PLUS YOU, COTY) and I’m so glad I did.

April

Took a Music Improv workshop through MINt with Alex

I sang a song about how I still have a Washington State Driver’s License but mid-song realized it was really was about how I missed home and cried in public, in a workshop. I’M FINE.

Went to a Cubs game IN A BOX for work

Yes, it was v chill and fancy.

Cast on second MINt team: BlooMINt Onion

Alex & Jake from the Little Rock crew came to Chicago

We get Old Fashioneds at the Broken Shaker

This is the best Old Fashioned in the city. I am convinced.

I will not be moved.

Interviewed for dream job while still in school for said job field.

Got dream job.

May

Started dream job

Saw Hamilton w Josh.

We are in the second row.

I immediately want to see it again. I do not.

It closes in 2 weeks (aka Jan 15, 2020) from now LETS GO

Bekah Brown (and Potato and Sully) in town!

We roam and nap and laugh.

Sat in with Oh Cecelia at iO twice

Being asked to sit in is bananas nice and I have done it several times this year with different teams. Thank you everyone for your trust in my make-believe!

Went to PHX for work to train 5/13 class

Do not feel prepared as I JUST started said job.

People are v nice.

I got upgraded to a suite and neither of my 2 bosses did. BIZLIFE.

Abby (L&D Boss) and I do not eat bread bowls from Panera by the hotel pool, WHICH I WAS PROMISED would happen. Still sad.

Officially resigned from Titan Gym/teaching Krav due to new job

Originating dream job position and possibly traveling every 2 weeks for it just wasn’t good for students, for the gym or for me. But I miss y’all.

Saw Falsettos (Broadway) show

it was NOT a comedy

I was NOT prepared

AND if meme photos of me crying on the train alone after ever come out it is Todd’s fault. The end.

Finish/graduate from UW-Stout’s Instructional Design Graduate Certificate program

I survived the aforementioned hardest class in m’life.

Genuinely sad/miss my group TO THIS DAY.

June

Mom & Dad come to Chicago –

Father’s Day

Field Museum

Architect River Cruise

CHICAGO HOT DOGS!

Had huge audition for something I really wanted. Felt good about it. Didn’t get it.

Did a 5 Things CSz workshop

July

Performed for the first time w Ben, Nicole & Nate as music improv team AirBRB

Had lunch with Toni Berry, writer, bud, fellow Sagittarius, former Apple co-worker

By ‘lunch’ I mean we hung out for like 4 hours. WE ARE LONG WINDED.

Decided to apply (and got) a workshop spot with RIFF; a music improv short form show that performs at iO.

Did improv set in a church service with Susan

it was a planned set; we didn’t just jump up and start, I swear

Lunch with Jenean, former work wife and also, strangely, my first time eating poke

I now love poke

WHAT TOOK ME SO LONG

Fly to Washington to drive to AZ with Mom & Em

August

4-Year Chicago-versary!

Me and the Bean are very happy together in a committed relationship over halfway to a common law marriage

Drive from Lynden, WA to Phoenix, AZ in 2 long days with Mom & Em

YES TWO DAYS

Teach 2nd training class in AZ for 8/5 class

Abby, L&D boss and of the 2 women I report to leaves the company. I hate this but still love her.

Sit in with Goat Milk Goddesses to perform at the Women’s Funny Fest at Stage 773

Dana comes to see me!

She’s the best.

I try my first Pole Dancing class at Brass Ring Chicago

Due to a Groupon I bought 6 months before that was about to expire 3 days later. I keep it up through EOY.

Compete in music improv competition “Verses” at Second City with AirBRB – we lose to some of my favorite people on Home Entertainment so I’m ok with it.

2nd RIFF show!

September

Audition for Anarchy, another music improv team

I don’t get it

But I know a ton of people in the room

I’m ok!

Speak to my UW-Stout instructor’s class about being hired to work in ID/Learning & Dev field as a Sales Trainer right out of our program.

Feel v accomplished.

Toggle from Crossfit back to LSAC gym by my house

Y’all CF is cool BUT MY WALLET WAS SCREAMING.

Play volleyball for Fall Season with people I met in Spring Season at Lincoln Park High School.

Catherine (Sales Boss) the second woman I love working for leaves the company. I hate this but love her.

I got her some goodbye cookies that Carrie makes and they are PERFECTION (see pic below) support Carrie she does amazing work and a percentage of every order supports a different charity every month. HERE IS HER LINK I LOVE IT. 

I got myself a massage. I am stressed/sad about the boss situation above BUT NOT THE COOKIES.

I got it on Groupon, I am fiscally responsible.

Start meal plan service to eat Keto for the month of October (officially 9/30-end of October).

Not fiscally responsible but IT IS OK.

Keto doesn’t let me eat fruit as as a Washingtonian this is a crime I do not like.

Make it the 30 days, lost 10lbs in Oct.

I get a new boss to report to on the Learning Team side at work. He seems cool although I don’t know it yet.

October

Final Pinafore show at CSz. I have the sads that this core group of people I love is done.

Yes, yes, I know we can still play together

IT WAS A GOOD BITTERSWEET THING

I know all things must end I used to watch Lost

Started some personal training with Brian at LSAC

I warn Brian I am a talker.

Brian makes me do weird double kettlebell swings. I am not good at it right away and hate it.

Literally all I do is try to make Brian laugh to get my mind off of sweating.

Guys, don’t worry. I got plenty of sweating in still.

Started an Olympic Weightlifting class with Keith at LSAC

I AM SHOCKINGLY GOOD AT THIS.

Thank you to the Crossfit gym and also Coach DeHoag at LC, I guess.

Cry at work 3x in one day after feeling overwhelmed w my 2 bosses being gone and the announcement we are upping our hiring aka much bigger training classes.

1. After a meeting

2. In a stairwell mid-afternoon

3. In first 1:1 with new boss

Is this a record and if so please get me a medal

I go to DC for the first time and get to hang with David, Bekah, Adam & Dana (and Millie)

I needed this.

Performed in Hocus Pocus Redacted at the Music Box as Allison.

 Yes, yabbos

November

Work tells me they approved hiring a 2nd person to do my role; we begin applications/interviews

Robbie becomes 2nd trainer at work and I begin trying to explain how/why I do what I do.

Audition for CSz & cast onto new Rec League team: Potluck

Watch Heather, Dan & Jess’s Bloody Christmas Carol show

My friends are fancy and sing & dance really well.

I came straight from a volleyball game and am very sweaty smushed next to strangers in this small theater.

See Robbie Ellis’s truly hilarious orchestra with Ben.

We fancy dress up.

We are seated in the front row.

We did not know we would be in the front row.

Thanksgiving week is my first week ‘off’ of training since starting my job on 5/1; I get so much work done and also contract a cold.

I do nothing except sit in my apartment alone for Thanksgiving, make myself mashed potatoes and I love it.

December

Record size massive training class (for us)

I am responsible for the learning & logistics of 20 people and gain (probably) 17 gray hairs.

Work approves a 3rd (Arizona) and 4th (Philadelphia) trainer; applications & interviews begin

I start seeing a therapist – it helps.

Nothing specific; I’m just noticing circular behaviors as I look back over my shoulder for 30+ years.

Added to the ensemble of RIFF

After performing as a sub several times since that workshop in July!

I’m added in the same class as Ben, Sarah & Will who I feel so honored to sing (and rhyme) with.

I fly home for 12 days to Lynden, WA

I turn 32 sitting at home, surrounded by my family.

I tell my family I plan on climbing Kilimanjaro in October 2020. I announce it at my birthday dinner so I can’t back out of it. NAME IT AND CLAIM IT BBS.

Yes, another blog post will come to flesh this ^^ out.

Performed with Upfront Theatre’s ensemble, including Ryan Stiles, for the 2nd time in Bellingham on the day after Christmas. My family is there seeing me do what I love and I am happy.

2019 Overall

Performances – with Pinafore, with MINt teams, RIFF and so many other opportunities to sit in and play with teams. Feeling grateful.

Shows – I saw countless shows; CSz matches, iO & SC improv, staged shows, musicals, Broadway, even just at movie theaters! Ya girl is stuffed full of stories. Also I have crazy talented friends.

People – I saw family 4 times! That’s almost a record for one year! Lunches, grocery store runs, shows and coffee times with so many friends too.

Health – Got my first ever stitches (shoulder), which was a weird first to have post-30. Overall healthy but somehow got food poisoning 3x this year. Probably won’t be asked to be on Bear Grylls show because of it ever.

Work – very happy to be working in the Learning & Development field as a trainer, instructional designer and general weirdo. Finally. GH has been very good to me.

Mental state – I’m pausing here and looking around my house, just thinking about this one.

I’m proud to be taking steps to correct patterns and behaviors that are unhealthy. Seeing a therapist that gives homework to work on between sessions is great.

I’m improving at recognizing progress as progress even when I wish the progress was bigger.

I’m proud/terrified to be setting the goal of climbing Kilimanjaro in October 2020. It scares me and excites me. More to come on this!

I’m thrilled to be an ensemble member on a long-term team. This has been a goal since I got to Chicago – I don’t need to drive my work to SNL or Mainstage. I just want to be on a consistent team of talented friends that I laugh with and improve my skills.

Hiya, 2020. Let’s go.

She’s Solid. I know I kinda did a recap already from Oct '18-19 - and I was going to write one of my rambling, lovable, GIF-heavy recap posts but I kind of like this bullet points idea.